Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2007 12:24:12 -0800
From: mypersonalpornaccount@gmail.com
Subject: Hots for my dad 12

Hots for My Dad -- 12
Copyright 1988 and 2007

When Bonanza started that was the signal that we kids that bedtime had
arrived. I was more than ready for bed because I was dog tired; all though
most of the "really big show" I'd been nodding off.

Dad told us to get ourselves to bed and said "I'll be in to tuck you into
bed before long." I didn't pay much attention to his statement because dad
hadn't tucked me into bed for years. I knew he was talking to my sisters.

I decided to take a bath before I turned in. I filled the tub with water
that was almost too hot to get into, and slowly lowered my abused body into
the soothing water. I sat there until the water was almost tepid before I
scrubbed myself. I got out, dried my body, pulled on a pair of shorts and
headed off to bed.

I'm not sure how long I'd been asleep when I came to; I could hear the
unmistakable sounds of my dad's fucking. My god, my dad had fucked mom
twice this morning, fucked me all afternoon, fucked my mom again before
supper and he was fucking her again.

I lay awake for a long time listening to my dad fuck my mom. I was turned
on and jealous at the same time. As sore as my asshole was and as tired as
I was, I hoped he would finish with mom and come to my room. I slowly
stoked my dick but I was just too tired to jerk off. I don't know how long
I lay there, listening and stroking, but when I looked at the clock it was
5:30 a.m. – I'd fallen asleep sometime and slept though the night.

I lay there, unmoving, for a few minutes thinking about everything that the
past weekend had brought. I thought I had dreamed the whole thing—that was
the only explanation. It had all been a dream. I rolled over in bed and
stretched and yelped at the pain in my ass. That pain let me know that the
past 48 hours was not a dream but was, in fact, reality. My dad really had
fucked the hell out of me. I lay there until sunlight was beginning to
stream in though the window.

Although I was so tired I could hardly move, I knew I had to get ready for
school and I had some chores to do before school. I dragged my ass out of
bed and headed for my bathroom. One of the things that was unique about our
house was that the upstairs had three bathrooms. One was part of my
parent's bedroom, one was at the other end of the hall near my sisters'
rooms and the other was at my end of the upstairs. And they weren't small
bathrooms either and my bathroom had a really large shower for some
reason. My sisters' bathroom had a tub and a small shower.

I heard noise in the kitchen and knew my mom was cooking breakfast – and a
good thing, too, because I was starving to death and the day hadn't yet
begun.

I shut the bathroom door behind me, stripped off my BVDs, stood at the
toilet and started to piss like a race horse. I must have pissed for two
minuets non stop. I was so tired and the piss was taking so long that I
folded my arms against the wall and lay my head on them. Finally the piss
stopped. I turned the shower on and scratched my ass while I waited for the
water to get hot.

When the steam started rising, I opened the door and stepped in. I stood
there letting the hot water cascade over my sore body. There were few
things in life as pleasurable as a hot shower. After a few minutes I
started soaping my body cleaning off the grime of yesterday's activities –
the dirt, lake, the fuck, and my cum.

I just stood there, not really thinking at all, just enjoying the hot water
flowing over my body. I was jerked to reality when My dad opened the shower
door and stepped in. He was stark naked of course, and as I loved over my
shoulder and down, I could see his cock was pointing to the ceiling.

Dad reached up, took my shoulder, turned me around and pushed me to my
knees.  "Make it quick kid; you've got school and I have things to do."

With that, he shoved his cock into my mouth and started face fucking me. I
can't say I gave him a blow job – he did all the work. He held my chin in
of his hands and the back of my head in his other hand and literally fucked
my mouth. Fortunately I'd had a lot of practice over the past two days so
it wasn't as bad as it would have been if I wasn't somewhat used to his
cock in my throat..

He took long stokes, shoving his cock in until my nose banged on his pubic
bone and then pulling out until the head of his cock almost slipped out of
my mouth. He fucked my face that way, hard, for maybe five minutes and then
slammed his cock all the way down in and let out a series of grunts – each
grunt accompanying a wad of cum spraying my esophagus.  He pulled out of my
mouth, opened the shower door, grabbed a towel and said, "get a move on
kid, you've got school in about an hour. I'll see you when you get home, if
I can last that long." Without another word my dad walked out of the
bathroom.

I just knelt there in the shower. Jesus fucking Christ, I could not believe
this. I reached out and got the soap and washed my sore body. All I wanted
to do was to crawl back to my bedroom and slip into bed and sleep. I was
tired, my body ached, my ass and my mouth were sore. I felt like I had a
sore throat from the face fuck my dad had just given me. But, I knew I had
to get dressed, eat breakfast and go to school.

I got off my knees, rinsed, and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed the
towel and dried my body off and put on the clean shorts and t-shirt my mom
had laid out for me before I made it to the bathroom, something she always
did for us.

I walked down the hallway to my bedroom, went in and dressed. I was just
putting on my socks when I heard my mom yell that breakfast was ready. I
went down and ate like a pig—something that my sister, Amy, pointed out.

I finished eating, grabbed my books, and headed for my VW bug. As I was
pulling out of the yard, Dad waked to the middle of the driveway and
motioned for me to stop.  I did and rolled my window down as he waked up to
the card. Dad folded his arms on the door of the VW, leaned in so that his
head was inside the car and said,

"You know where to meet me when school is out. Don't make me wait, pussy
boy."

With that he walked off toward the barn, whistling "Catch a falling star."

As I drove down the long driveway, I wondered where the hell my dad wanted
me to meet him. My sisters didn't have school today, so it couldn't be
close to the house or the barn.

School was a bitch because I had not done any of the homework I should have
done.  There was no chance to do it; it's hard to do trigonometry proofs
when your dad has his cock up your ass all weekend. School was a bitch not
only because of the undone homework, but also because it was hard to
concentrate. I could still feel my dad's cock in my mouth and ass, and
strange as it sounds, because my ass still hurt, I wanted my dad's cock up
there.

Mr. Torgersen called me to the board to do one of the problems and I had
hardly any clue what the answer was or which proof was the right one. When
I went back to my seat, Derek, one of my best friends, said,

"Man, what is wrong with you, Jon?

"What do you mean, man?"

"Are you stoned? Mr. Torgersen called your name at least five times and
you're acting like a zombie"

"No, I'm not stoned, I'm just still asleep. I had a hard ass weekend. My
dad rode my ass like you can't believe."

I almost gasp realizing what I had just said, fortunately, Derek thought I
meant my dad made me work like a slave. Well, in a way, he did make me
work, but it wasn't ranch work. I quickly added "We had to mend fence and
it was a bitch."

That was one of the longest days of school I'd had so far. I couldn't
concentrate on anything that was happening. The lunch bell took about ten
hours to finally ring. That meant I had about two hours and school would be
out and I still didn't know where my dad expected me to meet him.

Fortunately I had PE and then history. I could get though PE, or so I
thought. I was so sore and achy that every move was almost agony. When
coach noticed, and ask what was up, I told him that I'd fallen off my
horse. Coach told me to take it easy and to hit the showers early. I limped
to the locker room, stripped and headed for the showers. As I walked past
the large mirror that was in the locker room (no one knew exactly why it
was there), I noticed several bruises on my body. My ass was really bruised
from the fall from dad's horse and I had a few scratches. I stood under the
hot water until the guys started coming in. several guys commented on the
bruises and I told them the truth; I'd fallen off the horse. They laughed
their asses off because I'm a good horseman and that is a well known fact.

History was my favourite subject so that would be no problem. I daydreamed
my way though both classes. The problem was the shower after PE. For the
first time in my life I actually saw all those nude teenage male bodies. I
mean that I'd seen them before but I'd never looked at them. My dad had
opened a Pandora's Box in my body. Whereas previously I'd looked and
lusted, today as I looked at all that necked stud flesh I actually went
into a state of pure lust. I felt my cock rising and I knew I was in
trouble.

I jumped like I'd been shot when the bell rang announcing 3:15 and the end
of the school day. I dragged my tired ass toward the parking lot and my VW
bug. My dad's words were still ringing in my ears – "you know where to meet
me" – and I still had no clue what that meant. Dad had sexed me up all over
the ranch, well, a part of it any way. I sat in the car for a few minutes
and then turned the key and pulled out of the parking space and drove out
of the parking lot. I headed for home.

As I drove I kept racking my brain trying to figure out where dad expected
me to meet him. As I passed the hardware store, I saw a car like the one
I'd seen two weeks ago in front of my dad's pickup. Suddenly, I knew
exactly where I was supposed to be. I gave my bug some gas and headed out
of town towards home. However, I didn't take the usual way home; I took a
detour that took me around the back of our property. Sure enough, when I
got to the little road that lead off into our back property, I saw dad's
truck. Because of the way the road was laid out, if I hadn't been looking
for it, I'd not have seen it. I pulled off the road and up the little
road. I saw the cab door open and saw my dad get out. He was stark naked
and his cock was pointing to the sky. He walked around to the back of the
truck where the tailgate was down and a blanket laid over the tailgate.

When I got out my dad said, "I knew you were smarter than the average
pussy. Now get that pussy over here. When I got there, my dad said, "I
can't fuck your ass off when you've got cloths on; strip."

I did exactly as my dad said. When I was naked, He put his left hand on my
head and pushed me, willingly to my knees. He put his left hand behind my
head, took his cock in his right hand, told me to open up because he had a
surprise for me. He then shoved his cock into my mouth all the way down my
throat until his pubic bone slammed my nose.  Dad put his right hand on my
head, tightened his grip on my head and started face fucking me. I don't
mean he was pushing his cock in and out, my dad was skull fucking me.

After a few minutes, dad told me to stand up, but he didn't turn loose his
death grip on my head. I know I looked funny trying to get up, still bent
over with dad's cock down my throat. When I was on my feet, dad maneuvered
me and told me to squat. As I did, I found myself up against the side of
the truck. In this position, dad stepped forward and my body, from ass to
head, was flush against the side of the truck. Dad leaned in, turned my
head loose, grabbed the edge of the truck bed and started really slamming
his cock into my mouth accompanied by the most exotic fuck talk he'd used
so far. I was lighted headed from the face fuck and lack of proper
breathing, but the string of obscenities out of my dad's mouth made my cock
start jerking. It was the hottest things so far. Every time he slammed his
cock down my throat, my head would bang on the side of the truck. I was
going to have one hell of a headache if my dad fucked like he normally did
– long and hard.

I don't know how long my dad skull fucked me, but eventually he shoved his
cock down my throat, shouted like he had been shot,

"Jesus God damn Christ. Yeah, you cocksucking pussy boy, swallow my fucking
load, eat your brothers and sisters! Yeah, that's it, daddy's little slut,
swallow my god damn cum."

That was all it took. My cock let lose and shot a huge load all over my
dad's legs, ass, and balls. When my dad finished shooting, he pulled his
cock out of my mouth and said,

"Sheesh, that was fucking hot, kid. Now eat your cum off of your man's
body, but don't fucking swallow your spunk. We're gonna need some lube
unless you want me to fuck your ass dry."

He stepped back and I started licking my cum off of his hairy body. God, I
fucking loved my dad's hairy body. I slurped up my cum, licking his balls
lean. When I had the cum off of his balls, dad turned around and said, "Now
get your load off my ass, cock sucker."  It didn't take too long to have
his ass cheeks clean.

Dad reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair, roughly jerked me to my
feet and said:

"Don't ever do that again, Jon. I am the one who comes in and on YOU, got
that. The next time you shoot your load on me like that unless I tell you,
you'll be sorry. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Dad, I understand."

"Good. Now bet your faggot ass bent over the tailgate; I need to fuck
something and you're the only hole here at the moment."

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