Date: Sat, 1 May 2010 21:02:21 -0400 (EDT) From: hitln16@aim.com Subject: Turning A Dad: Part 5 Turning A Dad: Part 5 By Damien James Send Emails or Questions to Hitln16@aim.com As his wedding ringed finger wandered across the hood of my car, I realized that he wanted something. His hands were big like mine, gripping the hood of my car in perfect firmness. I couldn't help looking off into the distance, unsure of what to say. "I just want Jack...," Coach Keller began slowly, coughing bluntly into a chuckle. I knew I was caught in a strange place. I don't share pussy, but I knew the Coach was itching for it bad. "I know what you're saying," I began. "But what about that son of yours, the quarterback". I started licking my lips, giving him a taste of the same game he was playing. "You're kidding right? That's my son, I couldn't do it. But that Jack of yours is something else, and it seems he likes that sort of thing already," said Coach Keller. "If I can get that son of yours on his knees, I'll let Jack do the same," I said. "I don't know about this. I'll have to think about it," said Coach, losing his enthusiasm. A week went by after this conversation with the coach. I went to one other football practice, but he seemed to ignore me. I didn't really care though, I was there to check out his son, who did not disappoint. He was a tan muscular blond type, who probably had the perfect tight pink cunt between the muscular flesh of his large ass cheeks. I had a conversation with Jack. I was always concerned about how much the boy liked fucking, knowing that he could easily take another cock. Normally I hated it, but I knew it would come into good use. He told me he was interested in getting fucked by the big coach, having heard about the size of his dick, but still reassuring me that his cunt belonged only to me. So, all that was left was the coach. Jack told me he dropped his towel, on his way from the showers into the locker room. He bent over, his fat ass spreading in the direction of the coach's office. Jack took his time, and made sure his tight hole twitched a bit, glistening with my seed inside him. It didn't take more than five minutes for the Coach to call me, after Jacks display. That night we went to the Coach's house. I finger fucked Jack real nice on the way there, hating that the Coach wanted his cunt clean for his own seed. I knew I made out better, getting his son's virgin cunt, so it made up for it. When Coach Keller answered the door, I made sure to shove my fingers under his nose, so he could sniff Jack's sweet clean cunt. I think he was surprised, and almost unable to contain himself. He led us into his house, to the master bedroom. His son John was already on the bed, nervously sitting in his jock. "Don't be nervous," I told him whipping out my fat soft cock. He looked at it bewildered, getting much more comfortable. "Do you see this dad," he said pointing at my man cock. Coach Keller was a bit jealous, even though his own cock was a nice size. He started groping my coach softly, which I hated but allowed for now. The Coach made Jack stop his attempt to lube up his cock with spit. "Wait," he said. "I want to help John out first, then I'll turn you out boy". His son lay on his back, where he deserved to be for a cock like mine. His father helped by holding his son's legs apart exposing a perfect moist tight pink cunt hole. I started to lube it with some spit, getting my face sloppily into his cunt as he moaned breathlessly toward his father, his manly body shaking under the touch of my rough tongue. "Do you like that?" Coach Keller asked John. "Yes, daddy," John moaned unable to keep from arching his back like a total bitch. I got my knees up behind his legs, ready to stick it in. "Don't you think you should try with your fingers first?" Coach Keller asked. I could see John was annoyed, and unable to wait to submit his pussy to me, as he gripped my ass in his strong hands and brought my cock into him roughly. The boy was a definite master. My cock hurt him so bad, I knew that, but he took it like a champ, enjoying my hard hot cock inside his whimpering pussy. I hardly noticed, Jack riding the Coach's cock, putting him at ease as he continued to hold John's legs apart. I whispered deeply into John's ear, "You like having your daddy give your cunt away, you little whore. You like me taking your cunt while he watches his fucking slutly whore of a son". "Yes, Oh god," he said, as I started bringing my dick into him more than halfway. The coach didn't last very long, and left the room son after fucking his load inside Jack. I liked having the full bed to fuck his screaming son. He was the loudest fuck I ever had. "Oh...dad. Fuck me dad, fill me up with your cum. Knock me up," he yelled trying to get me to fuck him harder. I didn't know what to do. His cunt was too tight, and he didn't want me to wait for it to open up at all. But I fucked him in completely like he wanted, completely opening his tight virgin hole. After an hour of fucking the whore, I came in his ass for about five minutes, load after load of warm cum filling up his destroyed cunt. He stayed lying on the bed, when I got up to leave. Like the perfect whore, he let me view his destroyed cunt hole, wet with my seed as I left him. "Can you fuck me again," he asked. "Depends if I feel like it," I growled. (preview to Chapter 6) When I left the room, I heard loud moaning down stairs in Coach's living room. I figured Jack wanted another round, but it seemed too loud to be him. I hurried to the living room, catching a glimpse of a tall boy about Jack's age, shoving his cock into a fat ass, the sweat dripping from his smooth tan body. I made my way closer, seeing the Coach with his cock in hand, as Jack had all his holes filled with bare boy cock, cum load after cum load of hot spunk dripping of his cunt and all down his face. I couldn't believe it.