Family Guy Porn Story: Brian trust

Family Guy Porn Story: Brian trust

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Brain Trust

 

Brian dragged his feet behind him, still not believing what his girlfriend, Jill, had told him. “She wants to break up with me,” he repeated, still not being able to comprehend how he was so foolish. “I mean sure, she did sort of had a point… but still.”

“Are you still thinking of that harlot?” Brian sighed in annoyance, not wanting to deal with Stewie at the moment. “Hey, you’re a great guy. If she’s too dumb to realize what she’s losing, it’s her problem, not yours.”

Brian waved him off, knowing that Jill’s lack of intelligence was not the problem here. The problem was a certain advice he took from a certain baby with a football shaped head. The white dog snorted, chiding himself for not seeing it coming sooner.

“Why?” Brian asked, eying Stewie intensely.

“Why what?” Stewie feigned ignorance to Brian’s accusing question. They both knew why, just like they knew that Stewie couldn’t just come out and say it.

Even so, Brian insisted on pressing on the issue. “Why did you sabotage my relationship with Jill?” Stewie gasped in shock mockingly, feigning indignity at the accusation. “Don’t even try to deny it. If I hadn’t listened to you, none of this would have happened.”

“Come off it,” Stewie countered as he sat on the bed and smiled. “That girl was dumbing you down just by being in your presence.” Crossing his legs, Stewie’s smile widened as he added, “You know, you should thank me. I did you a huge favor.”

Brian grumbled, not seeing things the way Stewie saw them. Changing the subject, Brian tugged on Stewie’s arm as he said, “I have to go to sleep. Go sleep on the couch.”

“Sleep on the couch?” Yanking his arm free, the super-genius baby turned his head and scoffed at the idea. “I’m a baby, you jerk. If anything, it should be you sleeping on the couch.”

“Fine,” Brian relented as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You can sleep here too.” Stewie quickly climbed into bed, unable to hide how giddy he was. “But we’re going straight to sleep. I have stuff to do tomorrow.”

Stewie shrugged as he responded, “That’s fine by me.” The two got into bed, using separate covers, and said good night to each other as Brian switched off the lights.

The two of them laid there together, within touching distance of each other and yet worlds apart at the same time. Stewie reached over, but pulled back just inches away. How could he express what he felt, when he couldn’t even explain it to himself?

Even with his gargantuan vocabulary, the small child just couldn’t put into words what he felt for the family dog. Was it love? Hardly. Besides, Stewie wasn’t even old enough to feel love like that.

No, this wasn’t love. This was much simpler, and much more intense. It was physical desire. It was a purely sexual attraction that could neither be denied nor ignored. Well, today was the day. Today he would get Brian to open up his heart to him.

“Hey, Brian,” Stewie began. A tired grumble was all he was given as signal that he was being listened to. “You know what you should do? You should cheat on Jill.” Moving over on top of Brian, he continued, “You should just have hot and sweaty sex with the next person you see.”

“Oh stop,” Brian requested.

Ignoring Brian’s emotional barrier, Stewie insisted on his point. “Yeah man, you totally should. Just get busy with the very next person you see. No matter who it is.” Just then, Stewie turned back on the lights as he grinned seductively at Brian.

Brian cocked back his arm, ready to punch the annoying child before him right in the kisser. At the last moment, however, he stopped himself. Why? Well, he wasn’t really sure. He was looking at Stewie’s eyes, as if for the first time.

“I never realized how beautiful your eyes are,” Brian said, mesmerized by them. Stewie blushed, but did not avert his gaze in fear that whatever spell Brian was under would be broken. “But I can’t have sex with you,” Brian finally added as he turned away.

Pulling Brian’s head back around, Stewie leaned in closer until they could feel each other’s breath. “Well, why the hell not?”

Why not? It was wrong. They were pet and owner, dog and boy, human and animal. It was bestiality, pedophilia, and incest all rolled into one neat package. Despite all of this, Brian couldn’t think of a good excuse to give Stewie.

“Well?”

“It’s not that simple,” Brian finally said. “You and me, we can’t be together that way. It just wouldn’t be right.”

Stewie countered Brian’s argument by asking, “Says who?”

The world. Every single human being with even a small amount of a conscience. The law, among other people. They all said it was wrong. But again, Brian couldn’t say it. It just felt too much like an excuse.

Stewie’s questions were not the only thing distracting the anthropomorphic animal. The baby was straddling him, which proved a much bigger distraction. Trying to ignore how good it felt to be this close, Brian wracked his brain for something to say.

Suddenly, catching both Brian and himself off-guard, Stewie closed the distance between them and kissed Brian. It wasn’t a long, sloppy, sensual kiss. It was just a quick peck. Just a little smooch and it was over.

“You shouldn’t do that,” Brian responded automatically as he licked his lips. Catching this obvious sign, Stewie laughed as he moved his hips. He wasn’t sure why, but it felt good when whatever that was poked at his pants.

“What shouldn’t I do?” Stewie asked teasingly as he ran his hands up Brian’s stomach and through his chest. “This?” He queried as he laid a kiss on the neck of the dog beneath him. “Or this?” He interrogated as he nibbled on Brian’s earlobe.

Brian couldn’t respond to any of the questions, too caught up in the feelings Stewie awakened in him with each new step he took. Each new kiss on his body made him tingle with delight. Each breath on his body sent shivers up his spine. He was also starting to grow increasingly harder from Stewie’s pelvic movements.

Stewie kissed him again, this time going longer and deeper than before. The two got into it, using their tongues to explore each other’s mouths. Finally they broke apart, panting at a loss of breath. Their hearts beat so hard, they could hear them loudly as adrenaline coursed through their veins.

Unclasping Stewie’s overalls, Brian requested, “Lift your arms up,” and proceeded to remove his yellow shirt. Taking a moment to relish the feeling of Stewie’s baby soft skin on his paws, Brian sighed contentedly. It no longer mattered whether it was right or wrong, just that it felt good.

“You’re so straightforward,” Stewie teased as he stood up and slid off his pants. Kicking them off to the floor unceremoniously, he straddled Brian again and kissed him. Brian stopped the kiss suddenly as he looked at the last piece of clothing on Stewie, his diaper, with disdain. “What is it?”

“That,” Brian responded as he tugged at the edges of Stewie’s diaper. “You have to take it off.” He would have loved to just rip the fabric off himself, but he was trying his darnedest to control himself. Something which actually took a lot of effort to do, especially now.

Smiling seductively, the super-smart baby strode forward until his pelvis was perpendicular with Brian’s head. Pointing his small but noticeable erection forward, Stewie grabbed a hold of one of Brian’s hands and placed it on his crotch. He sighed in pleasure as the dog grabbed his wood and squeezed it.

“I dreamed about this for so long,” Stewie admitted. “I yearned for you to touch me just like you’re doing right now.” Stewie finally slid off his diaper, releasing his three inch long dick. Three inches wasn’t much by adult standards, but when you took into consideration that Stewie was a baby, then you realized he was hung.

Brian realized this too, seconds before he leaned in and took the shaft in his mouth. He sucked on it gently, taking great care to not nip it accidentally with his teeth. He also licked the underside of it; noticing with some slight amusement that Stewie’s balls had yet to drop.

“Oh, dog,” Stewie rasped hoarsely. “I have no idea what you’re doing, but keep going.” Leaning on Brian’s head to avoid falling on his butt, Stewie pushed his hips forward to get more of himself inside Brian’s mouth.

Only too happy to oblige, the canine allowed Stewie to go further. Once his nose hit smooth skin that one day puberty would turn into thick shrubbery, Brian’s mouth became a vacuum cleaner. He sucked on Stewie’s penis vigorously, as if the small baby had been bitten by a snake and it was up to him to suck the poison out.

“Yes!” Stewie’s body shook and his legs felt like jelly. This, act. This, sex, as the grown ups called it. It was so… Wow! Smiling to himself, Stewie said, “Now I see why grown ups love having relations so damn much.”

Coming up for air from his venture into prohibited territory, Brian kissed the head of the shaft lightly as he stroked it. “We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” he stated as Stewie wondered what could be even better than what they were doing now. “Here’s a hint,” he said cryptically as he wiggled a finger into the youngest Griffin’s butt.

Unable to remain standing after the wave of pleasure hit him, Stewie fell on his butt right on top of Brian’s hand. “What the hell was that?” Stewie’s question would have to wait as Brian’s finger loosened up the tiny hole.

“Like it?” Stewie could only nod mutely as he laid down on the bed and moaned occasionally whenever Brian touched a sensitive spot. “First the fingers,” Brian commented, “then, the tongue.” Taking out the exploring digit, Brian licked Stewie’s asshole. Taking a hold of the baby’s hips, Brian pushed forward with his tongue until he achieved penetration.

He wiggled around his tongue, making Stewie claw at the bed and make proclamations of satisfaction. Brimming with pride, Brian went to town on Stewie’s rectum as he jerked the baby off with his hand. If he kept this up, it wouldn’t be long until Stewie orgasmed.

Unfortunately for Brian, because Stewie had never orgasmed before, he didn’t know what it felt like and couldn’t give an early warning. “Oh,” was all the baby had to say as he squirted off a few drops of semen on his stomach. Brian got up, frowning slightly at Stewie.

“You haven’t even reached puberty,” he stated. Stewie paid him no mind, still riding the wave of pleasure. “How the hell did you orgasm? It shouldn’t even be possible for you.”

“I made it possible,” Stewie answered as he recuperated his breath. Pointing to himself, he added, “Super-Genius.”

Brian broke out in laughter as he wondered at the absurdity of it; then realizing that if anyone could do the impossible, it was Stewie. When his bout of mirth was finally over, Brian leaned down and licked the white goo off of Stewie’s body. He could smell the pheromones in the air clearly; they were as intoxicating as the best perfumes in the world.

Turning over and putting his butt in the air, Stewie grabbed his butt cheeks and spread them apart. “I liked what you were doing. Keep going.” Brian had every intention of continuing, but he wasn’t going to pick up where he left off, but go on to the next step.

Grabbing tightly to Stewie’s hips, Brian placed his cock at Stewie’s entrance and pushed in. Stewie gasped in shock, knowing that whatever Brian had just put in him was not a finger or a tongue. “This is anal sex,” Brian stated as he moved his hips around.

“Anal sex,” Stewie repeated as he gritted his teeth. There was some slight discomfort, but there was also some definite pleasure hidden underneath it. This was definitely something they would do again. The sooner the better.

Brian moved slowly and methodically, not wanting his knot to slip into Stewie’s rectum just yet. Reaching around and taking a hold of Stewie’s still erect cock, Brian stroked it as he said, “This is called the reach-around.” Trying his best to concentrate, Stewie archived these words in his highly developed memory banks.

Moving at a pace that seemed tortuously slow to Stewie, the white dog took into consideration what he was about to do. Would it hurt Stewie if his knot slipped in, or would it only increase the pleasure? Would he even care if he ended up lost in the passion?

Deciding that it wouldn’t hurt that badly, Brian readied himself. “This might hurt you just a little, but it’ll start feeling good again in a moment.” Stewie nodded in agreement as he gritted his teeth in expectation of pain. “Here I go,” Brian warned as he thrusted in hard and buried himself in Stewie completely.

Stewie screamed in pain immediately. Thrashing about and crying his little eyes out, he wailed, “Take it out! Take it out!”

“Hold on,” Brian said as he tried to moor Stewie down. As Stewie continued to buck, Brian added, “Be patient.” When finally the little guy got too tired to keep trying to get Brian off him, he slumped down on the bed defeated. Brian laid on top of Stewie, molding his body to his, and moved his hips back and forth.

Because of the knot that was stuck in Stewie, Brian couldn’t remove himself from the tight little pucker. Not that he would have anyway, even if he could. He just followed his instincts and moved, pulling Stewie along for the ride.

The Griffin boy calmed himself, reciting his ‘must kill Lois’ mantra to relax his muscles. Once he started to loosen up, he felt the pleasure that the dog had mentioned. It was still painful, mind you, but the pleasure was present underneath the pain. And that warm liquid the dog was shooting into him…

“Wait,” Stewie said alarmed. “Are you peeing in my butt?”

“No,” Brian answered. “That’s just precum.” Stewie nodded along, telling himself to find out what pre- and post- cum was anyway. Brian kept feeding the small baby his juice as he rode him from up top.

Stewie moaned loudly, not caring whether anyone heard him or not. Feeling Brian’s hot body against his own, it felt calming. It felt so good, it almost made him feel like he could spare that vile woman’s life. Not quite, but almost.

Brian’s grunts became frantic and erratic as his pace quickened considerably. After a few more thrusts, the white dog shot his seed into Stewie’s body. Afterwards they laid in each other’s arms and slept more peacefully than they ever had before.

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