Date: Mon, 12 Apr 2010 14:47:12 -0400
From: hitln16@aim.com
Subject: Turning A Dad: Part 2

Turning A Dad: Part 2
By Damien James
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                The next week I came and went when I wanted, a man's nice
tight pussy waiting for it. It started to become a problem driving from
work to the bitch's house, only to leave again. So, I just took over his
house. When I was finished filling Mark, I would kick him off the bed. If I
wanted something to eat, I told him to get it. If not, he would lay on the
floor or wherever else he went, not that I cared enough to notice where he
slept. He was always pretty receptive to my controlling him, except when it
came to making noise, but I fixed that real fast.

                After I told him to start making me dinner, I would eat at
the table with his two sons. They were both in high school, and looked
nothing like their dad. The oldest Jack was a jock type with a fat ass like
his dad. The other, who had watched me fuck his dad, was Kyle, who was
smaller but had sexy pinkish lips. I was imagining what their cunts looked
like, when Mark came into the room and sat down next to me with the
food. He had on loose shorts, not because I told him, but because it was
less noticeable when I fingered his cunt, which he knew I would do
regardless of what pants I had to get under.

                First, I shoved my finger down his throat. I saw his sons
eating, but after that didn't notice them. I shoved his pants down to his
knees, as I lifted his chair and brought him closer to me. He looked
scared, so I shoved my wet finger in hard and fast to get his attention
back on me. His cunt still felt virgin. I heard Jack get up from the table
with his plate to leave, while the other one stayed and watched as his
father got finger fucked. Mark told him to go to his room, as I unzipped my
pants and released my cock, aching from the tightness of my pants around
its thickness and length. I threw him on his dining room floor, and spit
quickly onto his hole, before mounting him. He took it like a champ, even
though I could still see the same wincing. He would never know, but once he
stopped wincing, I'd move on to a tighter cunt. Not that he was my only
cunt; I probably still had the slime of another intern's cunt on my cock
from earlier that day, which Mark was now taking deep. But, I do like
having a main whore though, especially one with such a tight pussy.

                He was now above me, as I sat with him riding me. I lifted
my right leg, knee bent, and shoved my big manly foot into his mouth,
feeling his hot breath on my thick toes. Then, I placed him on his back
where he belonged, especially for what I was about to put inside him. I
stretched his big muscular legs apart, as I slid my thickness inside his
juicy cunt. I knew I was about to cum, and with hard thrusts, I blew inside
him, banging his thighs so hard they would bruise later. I kept my cock
inside his slippery tight puss until I knew he had all my seed in him.

                "I have to go to the bathroom," Mark said.

                "You better keep that cum inside you," I told him angrily
gripping his ass in my fist.

                "I know," Mark said, as he squeezed his cunt, bringing the
cum back inside him. Then he got up to go take a piss.

                "And when you're done, you better go wait for me in that
bed until I'm ready to use you again," I yelled to him, although by this
point I thought he probably understood. He was my slut, and I'd take care
of his home-maker ass.

 I don't know how it happened, but his cunt never lost its tightness. I
started living at his house more and more. His kids started looking to me
if they needed money, or for permission for their dad to drive them
somewhere. Their house was mine, and they knew it. I would sit in the
living room with my beer that Mark got for me when I came home, that is if
I wasn't yet refilled from fucking an intern, and ready to take him. I'd
watch TV, Mark draped across my lap his ass facing me, his pussy staring,
as I spit and fingered and fucked his hole. His son's would come and go,
used to their dad being used. Eventually, they started watching TV with us,
on another couch. Mark wanted them to leave, but as he brought his head up
from the floor, still leaning over my lap, I pushed his head hard back to
the floor where it belonged. His son's laughed as I did that. I don't know
what they saw so amusing.

Eventually I would get to know them better. One night after fucking Mark, I
got out of bed to the living room to watch TV. It was late, and Jack was
sitting on the couch looking drunk. I went in and took the remote off the
table in front of him, and changed the channel.

"You drink tonight?" I asked without looking toward him, hearing his uneasy
movements.

"Kind of," Jack said.

"Are you drunk?"

"No."

"Go get the bottle in the freezer," I commanded him. I watched as he got up
to retrieve it, surveying that fat ass in his loose basketball shorts.

"Here you go," he said handing me the bottle. I took a swig of the strong
liquid and handed it back to him. He hesitated.

                "Go ahead. Don't be a pussy," I told him nodding my head to
the space next to me. We sat like that for a few minutes just drinking, and
watching the television. But eventually he loosened up.

"I can't stand my dad," he said.

"Why?"

"Look at him," he motioned to Mark's bedroom.

"That's nothing; you need to chill with all that". He shrugged his
shoulders and took another gulp.

"So what's it like?"

"You mean with your dad?"

"I guess, or just a dude in general," Jack said leaning back in the sofa.

"I don't know, a cunt's a cunt."

"Do you think I should try it," he asked smiling somewhat wickedly amused.

"Sure," I said. He stood up, and I realized what he was really asking.

"Not with your dad," I growled. "That's my hole, I own it. You're going to
have to find your own. A real man doesn't share pussy".

"I guess that makes sense, I'm sorry. Your right, it's wrong," Jack said
apologetically. I put out my fist and smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

"It's not wrong, not to me anyway. Let me show you something," I said
taking the young guy by the shoulder. We walked down the hall to his
father's bedroom. The door was already open a crack, and I pushed it open
the rest of the way. There lay Mark on his stomach, perfect ass fixed in
the air, his juicy tight cunt still dripping my seed.

"You see that," I asked pointing at my big muscular slut.

"What, that he's waiting for you?"

"No," I cut him off. "He's not waiting for me, he's just ready to be
used. But that's not it. Look closer at his pussy. You see that little
hole?" I asked. He nodded, his mouth slightly agape. I was wondering what
his reaction would be, when he actually saw his dad open and ready for the
taking. Although, it wouldn't ever be given to him as long as I was
around. "You see how tight it is, don't you? And it's mine".

"Why are you showing me this?" he asked.

"I'm showing you why I don't share. You know your dad hadn't been fucked
before I got inside him. Now that is a real man. When you can open up such
a tight hot hole for the first time, and completely own it". I could see
the situation was turning him on, even though he was very drunk.

"I know Kyle saw you guys fuck. Can I watch?" Jack stumbled through his
drunken words.

"No. The only way you'll see me fuck," I said lowering my large hand to the
elastic band of his underwear, "is if I'm fucking you." He panted,
reminding me of his father, when my hand reached down inside the fabric of
his shorts. I could feel the smooth skin and hard large muscle of his
beautiful ass. I was beginning to work my way lower, but it was harder with
such big ass cheeks covering his asshole. I started to push my finger down
lower and lower between his smooth crack, beginning to feel the wet flesh
of skin around his hole. For a moment, I felt the wet little opening, when
I heard Mark yell something. He was up and out of bed. I didn't really hear
what he said, but Jack started stumbling out of the door way and back down
the hall. I think Mark began to question me, but I could not perceive it,
my cock was so hard. I grabbed him by the back of his head, and forced his
somewhat resistant body to bend.

"Do you want me to keep fucking you like this slut?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said. Then I spit on his hole, and rubbed it in with the tip of
my cock which was already wet.

"Then you better shut the fuck up, and don't ever do that again" I yelled
at him, as I slid inside.

"I'm sorry," he said panting in his deep voice.

"Shut the fuck up".

My dick was being caught inside him, as the hole gripped me completely. I
took the finger I had just felt the slightest bit of his son's cunt with
and smelled it. It smelled like perfect clean sweet cunt. I shoved my
finger into Marks mouth, as he tried to take the length of it. He lifted
his arm to close the door, but I yanked it away, and he accepted it. I
wanted Jack to hear what he was missing. I took my arm and held it around
Mark's neck, as I shot load after load of cum. His wet juicy cunt took it,
and when I was done, I pushed him to the floor, and took the place in my
bed.

(Beginning of Chapter 3)

The next day when I came home from work, I was surprised not to find Mark
waiting for me. I was home earlier than usual after the hot night from
before, I was extra horny. I walked back to Mark's bedroom, but could hear
an unmistakable panting. I opened the door and peered into the room at
them. Mark was riding Jack's surprisingly big dick, the two sweating,
completely consumed in the fuck. I could hear the squishing of wet cunt and
cock. Then, Mark looked up. He immediately jumped off of his son's dick
unsure of what to do. Jack pulled on his pants quickly, and tried to run
out of the room, but I took hold of his arm.