Date: Thu, 15 May 2014 18:25:40 -0700 From: Marcus Benjamin Subject: Hots for My Dad pt 13 Hots for my Dad – 13 © 1988, 2007, 2014 Dad reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair, roughly jerked me to myfeet 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." I got up off my knees, brushed them off, and walked around to the back of Dad's pickup. Dad stood there, his hot body covered with a think layer of man-sweat, his cock pointing to the sky. I absolutely didn't know how it was possible for one man to get hard and stay hard so long at a time, or how it was possible for any one man to cum so many times in a day. It was like a porn story, but it was true as my mouth and pussy could testify to in court. Dad said, "Well, get your ass over that tailgate." I waked up to the tailgate until the front of my legs were touching the metal, and then laid forward, my ass sticking up. Dad stepped behind me, kicked my legs wide apart, and put his hand up to my mouth. He said, "Give me some lube unless you want it dry, cocksucker." I spit my Dad's load into his cupped palm. I could hear him smearing it all over his cock and then felt his cum slimed hand rub my asshole. He positioned himself, wiggled a little, and I felt his cockhead lodge in my ass crack against my hole. With one tremendous shove accompanied by a roar that sounded like an angry bear, Dad shoved the whole length of his cock up my fuck hole. All I could do was groan in pain-pleasure. Even though dad had ridden my pussy dozens of times by this point, it still hurt a bit. I think it was more the shock of the slam though my ass muscle than actual "fuck pain," but, regardless, it always took me by surprise. My ass ring contracted several times around his cock causing him to groan again. He slapped my ass cheek and said, "God damn it, this really is the best fuck hole I have ever fucked. It's the most talented, too. If you had tits, I could marry you and dump your mom. She takes it, but she doesn't love it like you do. No one has ever loved my prick like you do kiddo." And he was correct; I did love it. I loved it more than I could possibly put into words. Dad settled into a slow, yet determined fuck. I knew we didn't have a lot of time because we had chores to do before supper. Dad relentlessly slow pounded my ass and the longer he fucked the better it felt. After perhaps fifteen minutes, I felt my prostate telling my balls it was time to empty their load. My asshole spasmed around Dad's cock and he laughed and said – I kid you not, "Yeah, who's your Daddy, boy? Ol' Dad knows how to fuck your hole, doesn't he." He picked up his fuck pace and started quietly moaning. I knew from the way the fuck rhythm changed that he was building up to seeding my well fucked hole. His pace continued to speed up and after a few minutes he yelled (yes, yelled) "Oh, fuck" and I could feel his cock start shooting in my pussy. That was all I needed and my cock unleashed its load – the second in about an hour. Dad slumped over my body and just rested for a couple of minutes. He stood up, pulled his still hard cock out of my ass and said, "Clean it off, kid." I stood up, turned around, sank to my knees and swallowed Dad's cock. I sucked it clean of our combined fuck juices and my ass. After he was satisfied his cock was clean, he stepped back and said, "Time to get dressed, cocksucker. No, not you, me." He reached for his clothes that were in the bed of the truck, and started to dress. As he was dressing, Dad said, "I've been thinking about you a lot, Sport. Well, actually, I've been thinking about your mouth and your pussy a lot. Yer just about to ruin me. When I'm fucking your mom's holes, I'm thinking about your holes wrapped around my cock. That ain't good, because I'm not a homo." Remember that this was before the term "gay" was in common usage. He went on talking. "I love yer mom, but God damn, I love your pussy. So, I've been doing some thinking. I'm not changing the way I fuck yer mom, and I'm not slowing down on your ass, either. I just have to figure out how to divide the wholes equitably." By that time he was completely dressed. Dad pulled me to him, ran his right hand over my back and ass, then shoved two fingers up my asshole. He finger fucked me for a minute or so, pulled his fingers out of my hole and his hand out of my pants. He held his fingers up to my mouth, ran them around my lips and said, "Open up and suck my fingers clean. Fuck, if I'd have finered you any longer, you'd have shot off again. Look at your cock waving in the air. You're such a fruit. Not that I'm disappointed you love dick." He grinned, pulled his fingers out of my mouth, slapped my ass and said, "Time to get home. You stay here for about five minutes before you leave. And don't get dressed until those five minutes are over" With that, Dad got in the cab of the pickup, started the engine, and drove off, leaving me standing there stark naked, with a cock as hard as a crowbar. I looked at my watch as I stood there, Dad's cum dripping out of my pussy. I looked up at the sky and said, "Thank you, God, thank you." I relived every second of our encounter as I reached for my prick and started stroking. Well, stroking is the wrong word – I was pounding as hard as I could. Within a minute my cock was spewing cum all over the place. I was suddenly so tired I could hardly stand. I looked at my watch and watched the minutes tick by. At exactly five minutes, I dressed, got in my VW, started the car, and headed for home. When I pulled into the yard, Dad was already in the house. When I walked into the kitchen, dad told me to get started on the chores, looked at my sisters and said, "Go with your brother and help him all you can. He'll tell you what to do and you need to learn to earn your keep." He laughed, and said, "Go on, get. I need to talk to your mom privately for a few minutes. Don't come back till I call you." With that, my sisters headed for the door. When I got to the door, I looked over my shoulder and my dad grinned and winked at me. "Don't hurry, Sport," he said as I closed the door. To be contined if there is any interest. Remember to support Nifty. If you have any comments, you may contact me at mypersonalpornaccount2@gmail.com. Don't flame, don't ask for me to alter the story to suit your fantasy. This is not fiction, and I'm writing it as Jon and his dad related it to me.