HOW I SEDUCED MY DAD 3
**** This story is from another user that has retired. I am simply putting it back out there ;)
It felt like he was trying to stick his fist up my ass! Damn that hurt. Luckily there was no actual penetration, because he would have literally ripped me a new asshole. I'd practiced, but not with anything big enough I now realized (a little too late). My Dad's cock head was the size of a big plum. I could barely get the whole head in my mouth, so I don't know what i was thinking. It was obviously a case of my desire being bigger than my asshole...or something like that.
When he heard me yell, my Dad came out of his semi-sleep and said,
"You ok, son? I didn't hurt you did I?"
"Just a little sore spot, maybe, but no permanent damage done, Dad."
"Tim, you can't do that without some sort of lubricant?"
"Got any?"
I wasn't gonna let a little pain stop me. I'm a pretty tough guy. I can take it. I wanted to take it. I was gonna take it.
My Dad reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out some KY. I knew it was there cuz I'd been through all my Dad's stuff looking for porno and anything else of interest (k**s are sneaky fucks!). I'd even used it a couple of times myself to jack off on his bed when he wasn't home. I really got off knowing he'd lain right there and used the same stuff to stroke himself off. KY is ok for a quick jerk, but for what I had in mind...
I jumped up and went straight to the medicine cabinet in my bathroom. There it was next to bandaids: a big jar of Vaseline (already half gone from my prodigious jack off sessions!). I came back in my Dad's room holding it out in front of me like a trophy I'd just won. I was smiling from ear-to-ear and my dick was still standing straight up in front of me. What a sight! My Dad gave out a short hard laugh, reached out and grabbed hold of me and pulled me into the bed with him. We wrestled around for a bit, laughing as I tried to keep the jar away from him. He finally got on top of me, straddling me just below my waist, and pinning my arms up above me.
"Ok, ok, you win! You can have it, Dad!" I said laughing.
He just looked down at me with a huge smile and gave me a big kiss. He let go of my arms and sat back.
"Are we cool, son?"
"Cool?"
"Ya know...with what we're doing...what we've done?"
He seemed a bit unsure; very unlike him.
"Yeah, I'm fine with it. More than fine..."
And I began to repeatedly pull my dick back until it pointed straight up at the ceiling and then let it go smacking quickly against my stomach. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Can't you tell?" I said.
"Alright, alright I get it!" he laughed. And then he took my cock and pulled it up until it was pointing towards the ceiling, and he shifted forward a bit. Then he took his cock, which was rock hard, and held his and mine together. He leaned over me a little and we rubbed them against each other...back and forth looking right into each other's eyes, letting out little hints of moans, then quick intakes of breath. A few more seconds and I'd be done. I thought: feeling Dad up against me like this is so beautiful. No sooner had i thought it, then I came, again.
"Damn, sport. You've got some power goin' on down there."
I looked down and saw I'd shot all over his chest and stomach.
"No, son, look here." He said as he wiped my cum off his chin. "You're my champion sharpshooter!"
I just laughed, grabbed his cock and started pumping it.
"Now it's your turn." I said.
"Aren't you even a little tired?"
"No way." I said and smiled a discernibly wicked smile.
I let go of his dick and grabbed his shoulders rolling him over without any resistance. There I was, straddling my Dad again, knowing exactly what I was going to do next.
I grabbed the jar of Vaseline, opened it and took out enough to get his cock all slippery and slidey. He started to tense up as I jerked him really quick. Then I stopped suddenly, stuck my fingers back into the jar and got a big glob. I got that wicked smile on my face again and stared him directly in the eye as I reached around and slathered it on my asshole. We locked eyes as I started shoving my fingers up inside me. One, two, three fingers. Then four. My Dad's cock was leaking precum again (more like streaming it down the side of his cockhead finally pooling on his stomach). I started to fuck myself with my four fingers as hard as I could. I was playing my fingers when they were inside me trying to stretch myself as much as possible so I could take my Dad inside me. My Dad raised his head up from the pillow and kissed me, with a wicked smile on his lips. I took that as my signal.
I shifted forward and straddled him just on top of his cock. I got up on my knees, reached between my legs and pulled his cock back until it pointed up. With my other hand, I pulled my butt cheek out so I could have as much room as possible. Then, on second thought I said,
"Dad, can you pull my butt cheeks apart for me?"
He smiled, reached out and obliged me. His big hands held onto my bubble butt cheeks and pulled them apart until I could feel the stretch all the way onto my tight greased-up boy hole. I thought I was gonna cum again, but was brought back by the pain and pressure of his cock head pushing on my sphincter. I was gonna have to really work it to get it in.
"Son, don't hurt yourself."
"Don't worry, I won't"
But I was gonna have his cock up my pussy if it fucking ripped me in half. I was hell-bent on it.
I had his cock by the shaft and was moving it around so the head was doing circles on my hole. The pressure was tremendous and for a second there, I had my doubts if I should continue. I placed it firmly at the center of my virgin pink cunt, pushed out and sat down hard. Pop! The head went in.
"Aaaauuuugggghhh!" I screamed in pain.
"Tim get off right now..."
"Dad, don't move! Just stay there...please!"
And I pitched forward and my forehead rested on his chin. We just stayed in that position for a few minutes (can't remember exactly how much time passed) and then the pain subsided. Now when I said it hurt, I meant it hurt like no hurt I'd ever felt before. It made me break out in a cold sweat. That's how much it hurt. But, like I said before: I'm determined, I'm stubborn and I'm gonna do what I set out to do.
I sat back upright again and my Dad had this look of real concern on his face.
"I think we need to stop this, sport."
"No, Dad. I'm fine now. Just give me a second."
He was still hard, I still had his cock head inside me, and I wasn't letting it go. I maneuvered my feet under me so I was now squatting on top of him on the bed. I steadied myself with my hands in my Dad's hands just on either side of his face. I started slowly, very slowly, to get more of his dick inside of me. Now it was a different pain inside. As hard as I tried, I could only get 3 more inches in my ass...that was it. So, with half my Dad's cock up my ass, I started going up and down in the short motions I could manage. Then I let go of one of my Dad's hands, balanced on his other hand, reached between my legs and started jacking his shaft while I continued to bounce on the end of his dick. My Dad's face went all funny and spacey and he started to let out some seriously strange sounds. I just went at it, going faster and faster. He went fucking crazy saying all sorts of things like how much he loved me and how good it felt inside me and how proud he was of me. I was in heaven. My 6 inches was bouncing up and down: smacking my stomach on the upswing and then lobbing strings of precum on my Dad's stomach coming down. The pleasure of the sensation was incredible. But the thought that I had my Dad's cock head lodged in my ass while jacking him off made me scream and shoot my second load of the morning. Just as that first rope of my cum hit his chest, and with hard fast thrusts up into me, my Dad came...and came...and came, with each successive thrust getting a little bit more up inside me. I'm sure it was all his jizz that made it easier to make it so far up me. I could feel his warm thick juice filling me up. By the time he finished cumming, I was sitting all the way down on his dick with his pubes brushing against my 16-year-old, hard round cheeks.
I fell over and lay on top of my Dad's sweaty cum soaked body and he wrapped his arms around me. I felt his seed starting to leak out of my ass and my dick got rock hard again. My Dad felt it and said,
"Enough already. Your old man needs a break now."
"Forty-two isn't that old, Dad."
He just laughed that short hard laugh of his and kissed me. We just stayed there like that, together: me on top of him, his arms around me, and we fell asleep.
I woke up with my Dad snoring and his arms still around me. His soft cock head was still inside my ass. (yes, it's that big! Like it had a barb on it!) I reached around and popped it out. Damn I was really sore down there! But right now, I had to piss like crazy. I wriggled my way out of his arms without waking him and tip-toed into the bathroom. I stopped in front of the full length mirror and that's when I noticed it: twin rivers of my Dad's goo flowing down the inside of my thighs. My ass was leaking out his load. Damn my Dad came a lot! And of course, thinking that, I started to sprout a woody yet again...
I spread my bubble butt and checked out what was left of my poor battered little asshole. It was bright red and a bit swollen. I put a finger on it lightly and winced from the pain. "Guess nothing's going up there for awhile", I thought to myself.
I jumped in the shower and started to clean myself up. When I got to my puffy boy pussy, I had to take it slowly. I lathered up a little bit of soap onto my fingers and gently circled it around my hole. Already it was feeling slightly better; probably from all the warm water rushing down my back, through my crack and all over it. Again, there I was with a hard-on just thinking about it.
Just as I was about to lather my cock up, Dad pushes the shower curtain aside and says,
"Enough room in here for me?"
I didn't even answer. I just smiled and moved to the back of the tub and let him get wet under the showerhead.
Even bleary-eyed and covered in dried up cum (mine) my Dad was fucking fine. As he wet his head I lathered up his hairy pecs and then started down onto his stomach, I just stood there and stared at him with nothing but a shit-eating grin and a hard 6 inches. Seeing me looking at him the way I was must have got him going because now he started getting hard. I reached out and started pumping him with both soaped up hands, and my mouth just latched onto his left nipple and started to suck and chew for dear life.
"Whoa there, tiger!" he smiled at me and pushed me back a little. "Give me a chance to wake up first...you're going full steam ahead already. You need to learn a little finesse, son."
"What's finesse?"
"I'd rather show you than tell you."
"What do you want me to do then?"
"Nothing, son. Just stand there and I'll do the rest."
And with those words he turned me around and kissed me on the neck, so softly I could barely stand it. It was almost like that unbearable feeling of being tickled, but so much more. His hands wandered all over my body softly but firmly, with force and purpose. They glided easily aided by the water and foam. One of his hands was rubbing circles on my tight stomach while the other hand went down into my crack. All the time I could feel him just an inch behind me: the heat given off by his body; his warm breath on my neck. It made me forget where his fingers were, and where they were about to attempt to go.
He slipped his soapy middle finger up into me and I yelped.
"Fuck!"
"Oh shit! Sorry Tim! Are you ok? That was so stupid of me."
He turned me around and hugged me to him.
"I'm alright, Dad. But I think we should leave it alone for a little while."
He let go of me.
"Well, let me take a look at it first."
"Dad, I'm fine. It already feels better with the warm water on it."
"Turn around."
I turned around.
"Bend over."
I bent over.
"Spread `em."
I spread `em and almost shot a load again. Fuck! How hot it was having my Dad tell me to open my ass for him?
"Yeah, son. It looks like it's been beat up pretty hard," he chuckled.
"I could have told you that."
I took my hands off my ass cheeks and started to turn back around. My Dad was squatting behind me so my boner was swinging into eye-level view for him. He put his hands on my hips and stopped me midway through my turn and started turning me back around.
"Did I say turn around? Spread those beautiful cheeks for me again."
I let out a teenagers sigh and slowly started to spread my ass for him.
"Now, Tim!"
My dad knew he ordering me around was turning me on. He was doing it now on purpose!
I pulled my bubble butt open for my Dad. Then I felt a warm and wet sensation moving slowly in circles all around my pink boy pussy. It was his tongue. I let out a moan and my Dad stopped short.
"There. Doesn't that feel better now?"
"Oh God, Dad, that feels so good. Please do it some more. Please."
"Alright, but next time I tell you to do something, you do it right away, understand?"
"Yes sir."
My Dad went back to work and started lapping at my cunt with his hot warm fat tongue. I was grinding my ass back into his face. It didn't take long before I was ready to blow.
"Oh Dad, I think I'm gonna cum...Awww..."
And I did. What did I know about staying power or finesse or any of that? I was 16 and I could pop 10 loads at the drop of a hat. And being with the one person I had jacked of thinking about since day 1 made it even more difficult to contain my excitement.
"Oh, man!" my Dad laughed. "You are just like I was at your age! That's so hot. But now it's your turn to help me out, son."
I turned around as he stood up with his fat dad dick fully hard and throbbing. I could see his heart beat by how his cock was bouncing with every pulse. I reached out automatically to grab it and he stopped me.
"No, Tim...finesse."
I gave him a look like "Who cares?!? I want to make you come NOW!"
"Come on. Just try, son."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Well, why don't you work on my balls for a bit?"
"Yeah, ok. I can do that." I said eagerly.
In 2 seconds, I was on my knees and had my face buried between my father's thighs, hopelessly trying to take both of his fat balls into my mouth.
"Ok, stop Tim! Stop!"
"What?"
"Come on. Try doing it more slowly. Take one into your mouth at a time."
"Well, I can't get more than one in my mouth at a time anyway. They're too big, Dad!" I said sarcastically.
And they were. They were the size of eggs. And they hung really low, even when he was hard. I always noticed how my balls draw up real close to me when I get hard.
"Ok, try it again. Start just with your tongue...and then use your lips...and then finally your whole mouth."
So I started to lick his balls.
"Slowly, Tim."
So I started to slowly lick his balls. He put one hand on the top of my head and started to jack his hard cock with his other hand. He started to moan and grind his crotch into my face.
"Yeah, Timmy. Right there. Good boy. Awww that's great..."
I was kissing his swollen nut sack softly, thinking what it contained. Then I had a really weird thought: this is where I came from. How cool. It was like I was worshiping where I was first born.
"Look up here, son. Look me in the eye while you're doing that."
I looked him directly in the eye. I saw how much my Dad loved me. He was pounding his meat hard now looking right into my face as I was caressing his low hangers with my mouth. I took a whole one in my mouth and moved it around really slowly and my Dad rolled his eyes back in his head.
"Oh God, Tim. That's perfect! Just like that!"
I started on his other ball taking the whole thing in my mouth and rolling it around slowly, but this time I used my tongue on the underside of it.
My Dad made a few jerky motions and said, "Ahh, shit, son! Tim, Unnngh, you're making your Dad, cum! Aww, God! Unnnngh"
And he shot his load all over my forehead and face. Rope after rope of it shot out. I couldn't believe how much my Dad could cum. Then again, I thought, he's got big huge balls full of the stuff. No wonder! I just had to clean the rest of the cum off his cock with my mouth (to this day I can't get enough of the taste of him). He was still looking down at me when I looked up at him.
"You're a quick study, sport."
I smiled and let his softening cock fall out of my mouth.
I stood up and he hugged me close to him. His big arms and big hands wrapped around my body made me feel important and strong and safe.
"I love you so much, Dad."
"I love you, Tim."
And he just held onto me like that for what seemed like 10 minutes. I could have stayed there forever. My whole life had changed in the last 12 hours and I had no idea how it could get better than this.
But it did.
It felt like he was trying to stick his fist up my ass! Damn that hurt. Luckily there was no actual penetration, because he would have literally ripped me a new asshole. I'd practiced, but not with anything big enough I now realized (a little too late). My Dad's cock head was the size of a big plum. I could barely get the whole head in my mouth, so I don't know what i was thinking. It was obviously a case of my desire being bigger than my asshole...or something like that.
When he heard me yell, my Dad came out of his semi-sleep and said,
"You ok, son? I didn't hurt you did I?"
"Just a little sore spot, maybe, but no permanent damage done, Dad."
"Tim, you can't do that without some sort of lubricant?"
"Got any?"
I wasn't gonna let a little pain stop me. I'm a pretty tough guy. I can take it. I wanted to take it. I was gonna take it.
My Dad reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out some KY. I knew it was there cuz I'd been through all my Dad's stuff looking for porno and anything else of interest (k**s are sneaky fucks!). I'd even used it a couple of times myself to jack off on his bed when he wasn't home. I really got off knowing he'd lain right there and used the same stuff to stroke himself off. KY is ok for a quick jerk, but for what I had in mind...
I jumped up and went straight to the medicine cabinet in my bathroom. There it was next to bandaids: a big jar of Vaseline (already half gone from my prodigious jack off sessions!). I came back in my Dad's room holding it out in front of me like a trophy I'd just won. I was smiling from ear-to-ear and my dick was still standing straight up in front of me. What a sight! My Dad gave out a short hard laugh, reached out and grabbed hold of me and pulled me into the bed with him. We wrestled around for a bit, laughing as I tried to keep the jar away from him. He finally got on top of me, straddling me just below my waist, and pinning my arms up above me.
"Ok, ok, you win! You can have it, Dad!" I said laughing.
He just looked down at me with a huge smile and gave me a big kiss. He let go of my arms and sat back.
"Are we cool, son?"
"Cool?"
"Ya know...with what we're doing...what we've done?"
He seemed a bit unsure; very unlike him.
"Yeah, I'm fine with it. More than fine..."
And I began to repeatedly pull my dick back until it pointed straight up at the ceiling and then let it go smacking quickly against my stomach. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
"Can't you tell?" I said.
"Alright, alright I get it!" he laughed. And then he took my cock and pulled it up until it was pointing towards the ceiling, and he shifted forward a bit. Then he took his cock, which was rock hard, and held his and mine together. He leaned over me a little and we rubbed them against each other...back and forth looking right into each other's eyes, letting out little hints of moans, then quick intakes of breath. A few more seconds and I'd be done. I thought: feeling Dad up against me like this is so beautiful. No sooner had i thought it, then I came, again.
"Damn, sport. You've got some power goin' on down there."
I looked down and saw I'd shot all over his chest and stomach.
"No, son, look here." He said as he wiped my cum off his chin. "You're my champion sharpshooter!"
I just laughed, grabbed his cock and started pumping it.
"Now it's your turn." I said.
"Aren't you even a little tired?"
"No way." I said and smiled a discernibly wicked smile.
I let go of his dick and grabbed his shoulders rolling him over without any resistance. There I was, straddling my Dad again, knowing exactly what I was going to do next.
I grabbed the jar of Vaseline, opened it and took out enough to get his cock all slippery and slidey. He started to tense up as I jerked him really quick. Then I stopped suddenly, stuck my fingers back into the jar and got a big glob. I got that wicked smile on my face again and stared him directly in the eye as I reached around and slathered it on my asshole. We locked eyes as I started shoving my fingers up inside me. One, two, three fingers. Then four. My Dad's cock was leaking precum again (more like streaming it down the side of his cockhead finally pooling on his stomach). I started to fuck myself with my four fingers as hard as I could. I was playing my fingers when they were inside me trying to stretch myself as much as possible so I could take my Dad inside me. My Dad raised his head up from the pillow and kissed me, with a wicked smile on his lips. I took that as my signal.
I shifted forward and straddled him just on top of his cock. I got up on my knees, reached between my legs and pulled his cock back until it pointed up. With my other hand, I pulled my butt cheek out so I could have as much room as possible. Then, on second thought I said,
"Dad, can you pull my butt cheeks apart for me?"
He smiled, reached out and obliged me. His big hands held onto my bubble butt cheeks and pulled them apart until I could feel the stretch all the way onto my tight greased-up boy hole. I thought I was gonna cum again, but was brought back by the pain and pressure of his cock head pushing on my sphincter. I was gonna have to really work it to get it in.
"Son, don't hurt yourself."
"Don't worry, I won't"
But I was gonna have his cock up my pussy if it fucking ripped me in half. I was hell-bent on it.
I had his cock by the shaft and was moving it around so the head was doing circles on my hole. The pressure was tremendous and for a second there, I had my doubts if I should continue. I placed it firmly at the center of my virgin pink cunt, pushed out and sat down hard. Pop! The head went in.
"Aaaauuuugggghhh!" I screamed in pain.
"Tim get off right now..."
"Dad, don't move! Just stay there...please!"
And I pitched forward and my forehead rested on his chin. We just stayed in that position for a few minutes (can't remember exactly how much time passed) and then the pain subsided. Now when I said it hurt, I meant it hurt like no hurt I'd ever felt before. It made me break out in a cold sweat. That's how much it hurt. But, like I said before: I'm determined, I'm stubborn and I'm gonna do what I set out to do.
I sat back upright again and my Dad had this look of real concern on his face.
"I think we need to stop this, sport."
"No, Dad. I'm fine now. Just give me a second."
He was still hard, I still had his cock head inside me, and I wasn't letting it go. I maneuvered my feet under me so I was now squatting on top of him on the bed. I steadied myself with my hands in my Dad's hands just on either side of his face. I started slowly, very slowly, to get more of his dick inside of me. Now it was a different pain inside. As hard as I tried, I could only get 3 more inches in my ass...that was it. So, with half my Dad's cock up my ass, I started going up and down in the short motions I could manage. Then I let go of one of my Dad's hands, balanced on his other hand, reached between my legs and started jacking his shaft while I continued to bounce on the end of his dick. My Dad's face went all funny and spacey and he started to let out some seriously strange sounds. I just went at it, going faster and faster. He went fucking crazy saying all sorts of things like how much he loved me and how good it felt inside me and how proud he was of me. I was in heaven. My 6 inches was bouncing up and down: smacking my stomach on the upswing and then lobbing strings of precum on my Dad's stomach coming down. The pleasure of the sensation was incredible. But the thought that I had my Dad's cock head lodged in my ass while jacking him off made me scream and shoot my second load of the morning. Just as that first rope of my cum hit his chest, and with hard fast thrusts up into me, my Dad came...and came...and came, with each successive thrust getting a little bit more up inside me. I'm sure it was all his jizz that made it easier to make it so far up me. I could feel his warm thick juice filling me up. By the time he finished cumming, I was sitting all the way down on his dick with his pubes brushing against my 16-year-old, hard round cheeks.
I fell over and lay on top of my Dad's sweaty cum soaked body and he wrapped his arms around me. I felt his seed starting to leak out of my ass and my dick got rock hard again. My Dad felt it and said,
"Enough already. Your old man needs a break now."
"Forty-two isn't that old, Dad."
He just laughed that short hard laugh of his and kissed me. We just stayed there like that, together: me on top of him, his arms around me, and we fell asleep.
I woke up with my Dad snoring and his arms still around me. His soft cock head was still inside my ass. (yes, it's that big! Like it had a barb on it!) I reached around and popped it out. Damn I was really sore down there! But right now, I had to piss like crazy. I wriggled my way out of his arms without waking him and tip-toed into the bathroom. I stopped in front of the full length mirror and that's when I noticed it: twin rivers of my Dad's goo flowing down the inside of my thighs. My ass was leaking out his load. Damn my Dad came a lot! And of course, thinking that, I started to sprout a woody yet again...
I spread my bubble butt and checked out what was left of my poor battered little asshole. It was bright red and a bit swollen. I put a finger on it lightly and winced from the pain. "Guess nothing's going up there for awhile", I thought to myself.
I jumped in the shower and started to clean myself up. When I got to my puffy boy pussy, I had to take it slowly. I lathered up a little bit of soap onto my fingers and gently circled it around my hole. Already it was feeling slightly better; probably from all the warm water rushing down my back, through my crack and all over it. Again, there I was with a hard-on just thinking about it.
Just as I was about to lather my cock up, Dad pushes the shower curtain aside and says,
"Enough room in here for me?"
I didn't even answer. I just smiled and moved to the back of the tub and let him get wet under the showerhead.
Even bleary-eyed and covered in dried up cum (mine) my Dad was fucking fine. As he wet his head I lathered up his hairy pecs and then started down onto his stomach, I just stood there and stared at him with nothing but a shit-eating grin and a hard 6 inches. Seeing me looking at him the way I was must have got him going because now he started getting hard. I reached out and started pumping him with both soaped up hands, and my mouth just latched onto his left nipple and started to suck and chew for dear life.
"Whoa there, tiger!" he smiled at me and pushed me back a little. "Give me a chance to wake up first...you're going full steam ahead already. You need to learn a little finesse, son."
"What's finesse?"
"I'd rather show you than tell you."
"What do you want me to do then?"
"Nothing, son. Just stand there and I'll do the rest."
And with those words he turned me around and kissed me on the neck, so softly I could barely stand it. It was almost like that unbearable feeling of being tickled, but so much more. His hands wandered all over my body softly but firmly, with force and purpose. They glided easily aided by the water and foam. One of his hands was rubbing circles on my tight stomach while the other hand went down into my crack. All the time I could feel him just an inch behind me: the heat given off by his body; his warm breath on my neck. It made me forget where his fingers were, and where they were about to attempt to go.
He slipped his soapy middle finger up into me and I yelped.
"Fuck!"
"Oh shit! Sorry Tim! Are you ok? That was so stupid of me."
He turned me around and hugged me to him.
"I'm alright, Dad. But I think we should leave it alone for a little while."
He let go of me.
"Well, let me take a look at it first."
"Dad, I'm fine. It already feels better with the warm water on it."
"Turn around."
I turned around.
"Bend over."
I bent over.
"Spread `em."
I spread `em and almost shot a load again. Fuck! How hot it was having my Dad tell me to open my ass for him?
"Yeah, son. It looks like it's been beat up pretty hard," he chuckled.
"I could have told you that."
I took my hands off my ass cheeks and started to turn back around. My Dad was squatting behind me so my boner was swinging into eye-level view for him. He put his hands on my hips and stopped me midway through my turn and started turning me back around.
"Did I say turn around? Spread those beautiful cheeks for me again."
I let out a teenagers sigh and slowly started to spread my ass for him.
"Now, Tim!"
My dad knew he ordering me around was turning me on. He was doing it now on purpose!
I pulled my bubble butt open for my Dad. Then I felt a warm and wet sensation moving slowly in circles all around my pink boy pussy. It was his tongue. I let out a moan and my Dad stopped short.
"There. Doesn't that feel better now?"
"Oh God, Dad, that feels so good. Please do it some more. Please."
"Alright, but next time I tell you to do something, you do it right away, understand?"
"Yes sir."
My Dad went back to work and started lapping at my cunt with his hot warm fat tongue. I was grinding my ass back into his face. It didn't take long before I was ready to blow.
"Oh Dad, I think I'm gonna cum...Awww..."
And I did. What did I know about staying power or finesse or any of that? I was 16 and I could pop 10 loads at the drop of a hat. And being with the one person I had jacked of thinking about since day 1 made it even more difficult to contain my excitement.
"Oh, man!" my Dad laughed. "You are just like I was at your age! That's so hot. But now it's your turn to help me out, son."
I turned around as he stood up with his fat dad dick fully hard and throbbing. I could see his heart beat by how his cock was bouncing with every pulse. I reached out automatically to grab it and he stopped me.
"No, Tim...finesse."
I gave him a look like "Who cares?!? I want to make you come NOW!"
"Come on. Just try, son."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Well, why don't you work on my balls for a bit?"
"Yeah, ok. I can do that." I said eagerly.
In 2 seconds, I was on my knees and had my face buried between my father's thighs, hopelessly trying to take both of his fat balls into my mouth.
"Ok, stop Tim! Stop!"
"What?"
"Come on. Try doing it more slowly. Take one into your mouth at a time."
"Well, I can't get more than one in my mouth at a time anyway. They're too big, Dad!" I said sarcastically.
And they were. They were the size of eggs. And they hung really low, even when he was hard. I always noticed how my balls draw up real close to me when I get hard.
"Ok, try it again. Start just with your tongue...and then use your lips...and then finally your whole mouth."
So I started to lick his balls.
"Slowly, Tim."
So I started to slowly lick his balls. He put one hand on the top of my head and started to jack his hard cock with his other hand. He started to moan and grind his crotch into my face.
"Yeah, Timmy. Right there. Good boy. Awww that's great..."
I was kissing his swollen nut sack softly, thinking what it contained. Then I had a really weird thought: this is where I came from. How cool. It was like I was worshiping where I was first born.
"Look up here, son. Look me in the eye while you're doing that."
I looked him directly in the eye. I saw how much my Dad loved me. He was pounding his meat hard now looking right into my face as I was caressing his low hangers with my mouth. I took a whole one in my mouth and moved it around really slowly and my Dad rolled his eyes back in his head.
"Oh God, Tim. That's perfect! Just like that!"
I started on his other ball taking the whole thing in my mouth and rolling it around slowly, but this time I used my tongue on the underside of it.
My Dad made a few jerky motions and said, "Ahh, shit, son! Tim, Unnngh, you're making your Dad, cum! Aww, God! Unnnngh"
And he shot his load all over my forehead and face. Rope after rope of it shot out. I couldn't believe how much my Dad could cum. Then again, I thought, he's got big huge balls full of the stuff. No wonder! I just had to clean the rest of the cum off his cock with my mouth (to this day I can't get enough of the taste of him). He was still looking down at me when I looked up at him.
"You're a quick study, sport."
I smiled and let his softening cock fall out of my mouth.
I stood up and he hugged me close to him. His big arms and big hands wrapped around my body made me feel important and strong and safe.
"I love you so much, Dad."
"I love you, Tim."
And he just held onto me like that for what seemed like 10 minutes. I could have stayed there forever. My whole life had changed in the last 12 hours and I had no idea how it could get better than this.
But it did.
8 years ago