Date: Sun, 2 May 2010 17:11:32 -0400 (EDT)
From: hitln16@aim.com
Subject: Turning A Dad: Part 6

Turning A Dad: Part 6
By Damien James
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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.

We left immediately; I could hardly hold my anger inside myself. Coach
Keller had tried to best me. That was ok; I had plenty of ideas and had
only to pick one. Mark met us at the door, hoping I had some cum left to
fill him up. His pussy was going dry ever since I started getting it in
with his son. Jack and I went to bathroom, where I made him pull down his
pants.

"Push it the fuck out," I yelled. He tried telling me that only Coach
Keller and the other football player Anthony had fucked his cunt. I didn't
believe the whore, so I made him prove it.

"I'm trying, it's been sitting though. It's too far inside me", he
said. Again, I didn't believe him. I made him spread his legs, while he sat
on the toilet seat. I lifted his balls to look at his smooth wet taint and
pussy. I pushed my large finger inside him, as his body buckled under the
pressure giving in to his moaning. I could tell he wanted to keep the loads
in, but could not with the feeling of my warm hard man finger inside
him. His hole had gained back tightness, but still felt loosed with the
amount of sperm filling his insides. Soon, large shots of cum started
pouring out copiously wet sticky seed. The warm cum kept coming load after
load from his quivering pussy. It was not just two loads. Even if Coach
Keller and Anthony shot more than I did, which I knew they didn't, it would
not have filled him up this much.

"You are such a fucking whore," I growled as he started riding my fingers
with his messy wet cunt, creating a thick wet mess on my entire hand.

"I know dad, I'm sorry but it felt so good," he said panting, his eyes
closed and his square jaw falling open.

"Don't call me dad anymore. You want to get fucked by the football team,
then you don't deserve my cock," I said, I fingers motionless under his
busy cunt.

"I don't mean it like that," he sighed, stopping to insert another one of
my large fingers. "You know no one can fuck me like you. I only need your
cock to fill me up, you're my dad, but Coach Keller told me you wanted me
to have fun".

"I do, but...," I began losing my train of thought. It was over, and his
hole was already filled. He wanted me to know that it still belonged to me,
so I'd have to let it go. Besides, I could not blame those young manly
jocks wanting to fill his hole with everything they could. "Fine, but don't
fuck anyone else without asking me first," I said smiling, as another load
of thick spunk spilled out of his cunt.

We left the bathroom, and headed for the bedroom, Mark following close
behind. He had walked around the house in various states of undress trying
to turn me on for weeks. I felt bad sometimes, and made Jack push out a
load I could stick inside his old man. Mark didn't care, as long as my seed
was inside him. I told Mark what happened, not that I needed to, he was
just a whore anyway. He seemed surprised, but I suppose didn't know what to
think.

"I'm going back tomorrow," I said. They looked at me surprised. "John wants
my cock real bad, he told me to come any time to use his fresh hole. He
said his parents will just have to deal with it," I said. "Why are you
surprised, you've both felt my cock inside you".

"His mom won't care that your fucking her son," Jack asked.

"Like I said, John doesn't care, and you know I don't give a fuck. I'll
fuck his cunt on his parent's bed".

That night, as the hours went by, even more cum fell from Jack's pussy. I
can't lie that I liked seeing the cunt I owned used by all those
jocks. Maybe, once I owned John's cunt completely I'd let him whore out to
the football team.

That morning I woke up to father and son feeling up my cock, hoping to
collect my fresh seed. I held them back; this load was saved for later. I
drove Jack to school, his cunt rocking back and forth on my hand as I
drove. I loved the smell of fresh cunt on my fingers. I saw Coach Keller
when I dropped him off.

"You better not let anyone inside that cunt, you fuckin whore. If you do
I'll start fucking your father again," I said.

"I told you I'm sorry. I swear I won't. It belongs to you," Jack said
pulling up his pants over his fat ass.

After work, before heading home, I stopped at Coach Keller's house. John
answered the door in sweat pants, and almost bent over when he saw me.

"I'm really wet," he said licking his lips.

"You better be, you fucking slut," I said unbuckling my pants.

"My parents won't be home for a few minutes. We should go to my room," he
said.

"I think I'll take that pussy right here," I growled pulling him by his
tight waist.

"If you have to. Can we please go to my room though," he asked as I spit on
my fingers, and then rubbed them into his tight moist pussy.

"Fine. Hurry the fuck up, whore," I yelled. He hurried his muscular ass up
the steps, his crack hanging out of his pants. Once in his room, I lay him
on his back, cunt completely submitting to me, like the whore I knew he
was, ready for my huge cock. I hardly had my thick rock hard head inside
his twitching pussy when we heard his parents come home. I didn't care. As
he began to yell, I fucked harder like I knew he liked. The bed began
banging against the floor and his wall. The whole room seemed to shake, as
I dug my way inside.

I hit my fist hard on the wall, as he gasped and tightened his cunt around
my cock. There was a huge hole in the wall, as the debris fell around his
bed. The creaking was getting louder, with each passionate scream the boy
let go. He was egging me on. His cunt was virgin, but he wanted no
mercy. He wanted me to force my cock in hard and fast. I heard the door
open behind me, as Coach Keller looked in on his whore of a son taking my
cock deep like a complete slut for me. His wife stood next to him.

I kept banging they're son, and they quickly shut they're door as John
said, "Oh you own that fucking pussy. Fuck me harder".

"I will, you fucking slut. I knew you wanted cock up that juicy cunt of
yours".

"Oh god, fuck me dad," John yelled.

"I am your dad now. That pussy of a father you have can't even take this
fucking hole like a real man. I'll own this shit by the time I let you take
my load," I said harshly into his ear.

"Please be my dad. I want your cum inside me so bad. Knock me up daddy," he
screamed, as his parents stood in the room next to us. His bed completely
broke, as the bottom fell out from under him, giving me the perfect
position to implant my sperm. His asshole was up toward the sky, as I
fucked in, my big man body hitting up against his. My big balls were
getting tight, hitting against my pussy boy's taint. I gripped his hair, as
I began to unload relentlessly. His cunt made way, as load after load of
hot cum filled his insides.

"Ahhh...Fill me," he yelled. It took a few minutes to dump in my entire
load, but he eventually got every drop of a real man inside him. I pulled
up my pants, ready to leave the gaping whore, who was now completely tired
out. He lay sprawled his cunt open and filled with a man's cum. I left his
room and headed down the steps. His parents sat on a couch in silence. I
don't know what they were doing, because I didn't care to look. They
probably hated that their virgin boy's hole was 18 years old, and could be
owned by a real man if it wanted to be.

The next day Jack came home, and told me Coach Keller had tried to fuck him
again, but that he told him straight, that it belonged to me. I was proud
of him. Coach Keller was now a complete bitch to me, just like his
son. Over the next week, I came and went as I wanted at Coach Keller's
house. Sometimes his parents were home, sometimes not. Either way, I'd use
their sons warm tight pussy, fuck and dump, then leave. I loved the coach
knowing that I was only using his son as my personal cum dump, and he loved
it like the whore he was.

(Preview to Part 7)

The next time I went to fuck John, I decided to take him into his parents
bed. His own bed was now completely destroyed from the fucking his pussy
took. Coach Keller saw us entering his room from down stairs. I dropped my
pants, and shoved his sons face into my sweat crack. He lapped at my hole
like a slut. Coach Keller came into the room, as his sons face was stuffed
into my asshole.

"I don't know if I can take anymore of this," he said. "I regret the day I
met," he said pointing to me.

I pointed to myself, surprised. "You asked me for Jack though," I said,
pushing my hairy taint flat onto his sons face, as it rubbed across his
whorey face.

"I know, it my fault. But I just can't let this go on any longer," he began
getting weaker, as I sat on his bed, my hairy sweaty spit covered man
asshole ran along his covers. His son spit real nice onto my fat cock, as I
pulled down his sweat pants, releasing his cunt for his father to view. My
fingers slowly running along the tight pink hole.

"Why don't you fuck this, Keller," I said egging him on. His son spread his
hole further apart, the little pussy twitching under my hard fingers. He
stood dumbfounded, seeming to way his options. "Don't be scared about
measuring up to me. He wants your dad cock Keller. I can't imagine why, but
he wants the seed that made him. He wants it bad too," I said. John laughed
knowing I was right, and he spread his cunt lips apart further.

Coach Keller shut the door behind him, and locked it.

"Fine boy, you're going to feel what its like to really be your dad's
pussy," he said slowly removing his hard fat cock from his pants. "But you
have to be quiet. Your mom's downstairs," he whispered shoving his son's
greedy mouth in his chest hair down to his bushy sweaty pubes. As his son
began to wet his father's cock, I made my way behind Keller. He seemed
confused, but caught up in his sons tight little mouth wrapped around his
cock, he hardly noticed as I stuck a large spit covered finger into his
hairy ass up to the knuckle.