Date: Tue, 20 Feb 2007 15:06:03 -0800 From: "..,.." Subject: Hot's for my dad 4 For my Dad - 4 Copyright 1988 and 2007 My dad slammed my ass so hard that the couch actually moved. And he just kept slamming his cock up my battered asshole. I thought this fuck was never going to end. My dad had already cum six times and I knew this load was going to take a while. But I was wrong. I found out that when my dad was turned on, he could shoot in relatively short time. My dad railed my ass for about 20 minutes, then yelled at the top of his lungs, 'Fuck yeah, I'm going to bread your god damn pussy ass again. Here it comes, bitch. Take my fucking cum." And with that, my dad started cumming. Every shot out his cock elicited a loud yell from him. He just kept slamming my ass and cumming. He stopped for a minute and the said: "Oh, fuck yeah; this hasn't happened in a fucking long time." My dad started slamming my ass again and in about two minutes he was shooting another load up my ass. I could not fucking believe it. Dad pulled out of my ruined asshole, slapped my ass hard, and said, "Fuck! That was good. I need a beer." He walked around to the little refrigerator, got a beer and plopped down on the couch. After a long time, I was able to stand and I made my way around to the front of the couch and started to set down. My dad said, "Put your pants under you kiddo, I don't want cum all over the couch--too hard to explain to your mom." Then, as if we had been doing nothing all day, my dad said, "better get yourself a Pepsi cocksucker, you earned it." My dad and I sat there in silence, both of us taking swigs of our drinks, for a long, long time. The silence was deafening in light of all the yelling, moaning and screaming that had been going on for the past several hours. I changed position a little and my ass felt like it had had a cactus shoved up it, and I yelped. My dad reached over, rubbed the back of my neck, pulled my head over to him, licked the inside of my ear and said, "It'll get better kiddo; and the more I fuck you the less it will hurt. Fuck, but ain't you a good ride." We sat a few more minutes and my dad added; "Remember Jon, this is sex; there is no romance involved. I like to get off, a lot and you take it like you were born for it, so I'm going to take it a lot. You signed your ass over to me when you asked me to fuck you. Now, get into the house and clean up; it won't be long before you mom gets home. I think I'll BBQ, because I'm fucking starving to death. I stood up, gingerly, and yelped again from the pain. My dad laughed, but not in a cruel way, and said, I'm sorry, Jon; I know it hurts, but nothing good in life is painless. But Jesus Christ, kid, you're one hot-assed fuck, and eventually your asshole will stop hurting and your going to crave my cock up your ass more than you do now. I looked at my dad. How could he know how much I wanted his cock up my ass? Dad seemed to read my mind and continued: Jon, you are so much like your mom it's pathetic. It took me a long time go get my cock in her mouth, but once she'd eating my cum, she was addicted. When I finally got up your pussy, she turned into a fucking whore—that's why you came along. And then, while she was pregnant and afraid the way I tear up a pussy would hurt you, I started fucking her up the ass. She bitched and moaned and screamed. It was about two months before her asshole didn't hurt any more—but that was with 5 or 6 loads up it every day. But you're different, Jon; you were born to take it up the ass. No one, and I mean this, no one shots a load from being ass fucked the first time; there is just too much pain involved. You didn't shoot a load; you shot three times with my cock up your fucking hole. Like it or not, you were born to be ass fucked. And I'm just the guy to turn you in to a blue ribbon fuck hole. Now, get in the house and get cleaned up. I'll start the coals and be right in. As I turned towards the door, I looked at my dad's cock. Jesus fucking Christ, he was still hard. Not semi hard, but rock hard. The guy was a fucking bull. I took a step toward the door ad felt a wad of cum fall out of my ass. My dad saw it and said, "Don't move." He got up and walked over to me. Grabbed my neck and stuck his tongue in my ear, ran his hand over my back and my ass, and stuck two fingers in my ruined asshole. He wiggled them around, pulled them out and brought them up to my face. He held them under my nose and said; Smell me, fuck hole. Get used to this. Don't ever fucking waist my cum again; got it? With that he forced his fingers in my mouth and told me to suck the cum off. When his fingers were clean, he slapped my as really hard, and I mean hard, and said, "Go clean up, you smell like a French whore." Every step I took toward the house was agony. I felt as if my asshole was on fire. Have you ever gotten a scratch or a cut and been working out side and sweat got into the cut? That's what my asshole felt like. There was a gentle mist falling even though the temperature was unusually warm for November. It felt like I was waling though the flower exhibits at the county fair. God, why couldn't it be like this all the time, and why couldn't I be nude all the time. Why couldn't we live in Hawaii! I got to the house and as I put my foot on the stair, I heard my dad yell, "don't make a fucking mess dripping my cum all over the place. Put your hand down there to catch anything that comes out of your fuck hole so you mom doesn't ask questions." I put my right hand over (under?) my asshole and started up the stairs to the front porch. Sure enough, my dad's cum started sloshing out of my asshole. By the time I was up the five stairs, my hand was full of his cum. I actually jumped when my dad spoke – he was right behind me and I hadn't heard him walk up. My dad grabbed my neck and said, "Well, faggot?" Don't ask me how, but I somehow knew what to do. I brought my hand to my mouth and started slurping my dad's cum and my ass juice out of my had. Dad laughed and said, "God damn, you're such a fag" and walked around the corner of the porch towards the back yard. I went in and faced the stairs to the second story. I started up, but saw a coffee cup sitting on the table by the little table. I reached over, picked it up and held it over my asshole and started gingerly climbing the stairs. It's a good thing I had the cup because my hand would never have caught all the cum that was running out of my asshole. I walked down the hall, past my bedroom door, and continued down past my parent's door. I stopped for a second and thought of all the cum I'd jacked out of my cock standing there listening to my dad lay the pipe to my mom. I laughed because I didn't have to jack off any more, I got the real thing and it was far better than any thing I could have possibly dreamed up. I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower and regulated the water until it was almost too hot. I put the cup on the sink and looked into it. There must have been an inch-and-a-half of cum in my dad's coffee cup. God, the man really was a bull. I stepped into the shower and closed the door. I just stood there letting that steaming water run over my body, and suddenly, I was exhausted. I thought for a moment that I couldn't stand up any more. I leaned against the wall and just let the water continue to caress my sore body. I was actually achy from the top of my head to the soles of my feet. I didn't have a clue that sex was such a work out—well how could I have? I'd only had sex with my left hand before this morning. I don't know how long I leaned there, in a trance, but suddenly I was aware that my dad was in the shower with me. He said, "yeah, feels good to wash the sex off, doesn't it fuck boy?" all I could do was nod in agreement. My dad said, "Poor kid, you took it like a trooper, I have to give you that; you took it a fucking lot better than your mom did when I first started breeding her." He reached over and got the Ivory soap and started washing my body. I shivered like I was freezing to death. I didn't know that a touch could be like this! My dad pulled me into an upright position and proceeded to wash my entire body. This was almost more than I could take. It was so erotic and sensuous. My dad's hands were making love to my body. I groaned a long moan. Dad smiled and said: I told you it was all about me kid; and it is. But, I like to make sure to treat my bitches like I treat the horses. I taught you that we never put a horse away wet; we have to rub them down. I'll make sure that you always feel good, you little cocksucker; I will always make sure you enjoy it; but it's still always going to be about me. He washed every nook and cranny of my body. I just stood there moaning as his hands caressed my body. I opened my eyes and looked at my dad and that was the moment I fell in love with him. I knew that I would never hesitate to give him anything he wanted, ever. It didn't matter what he wanted, I'd had it to him on a golden platter. I wondered if mom felt that way. When my dad had my body soaped up, he turned me around and pushed my shoulders toward the wall, and said, "Put your hands on the shower wall, kido." When I was bent over, my dad squatted down and started washing my fuck hole. Dad said; It's not as bad as I thought it might be; I was pretty hard on you, but fuck, I was horned. You're going to be sore for a few days, perhaps a week, but you are going to live jock boy. With that dad stood up and surprised me by sliding his still hard cock up my asshole. I groaned like I was dying and dad laughed. He fucked my hole for a couple of minutes and said, `I'm just cleaning you out kid. Well, that, and reminding you what my cock feels like up your hole.' Dad pulled out after a few minutes of gentle fucking and rinsed me off. Then he handed me the soap and said, "Clean you ol' man up kid." He laughed and added, "No, clean your new owner up, fuck boy." I spent about five minutes washing my dad's hairy body. I was actually trembling as I was given free reign to feel my dad's body up. And feel it up I did. I was so hot that my dick was rock hard again. When dad saw it, he said, `god damn, why do you have to be such a fag boy? Shit, who cares, I'm glad you're a fucking fag—there is something about someone who has the fucking hots for cock that is a turn on. Jesus, you have the same look in your eyes that your mom used to have. Christ, I don't have a son, I have a fuck hole." Finally dad said he was clean and rinsed his body off. He stepped out of the shower, grabbed the towel and dried his body off. He turned around, looked at me as said, "get your pussy in gear, you mom will be home before too long. Go down and put some potatoes in the oven." With that he walked out of the bathroom. I stumbled out of the shower and managed to dry off. I gingerly walked down to my room to get dressed. There on my bed was a pair of onion skin running shorts and a tank top. I knew the shorts were my dad's. I knew what he wanted me to do. I put the clothes on and went to the kitchen, washed some potatoes and put them in the oven. I walked out onto the patio (which was covered) and found my dad poking the coals that were getting close to being ready. Dad was standing there stark naked. God, I wished my mom would never come home so I could just keep seeing him nude. The sight caused my own cock to stir. Dad turned around and, god damn, if his cock wasn't still hard. How the hell did he do it? His cock had not gone down in about nine hours. Well, mine had hardly sagged either, but I wasn't the one who did all the fucking and cumming. Dad walked over to where I was, put his left hand on my shoulder and shoved me to my knees. He uttered two words: "Do it." I didn't need any more instruction that that. I just leaned forward and slick his cock down my throat. Dad wrapped his hands around my head and started long dicking me, slamming his pelvic bone into my face with each slam. I was choking and gagging and my dad just kept fucking. After perhaps ten minutes we heard the buzzer that announced a car was coming down our long drive way. Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth, dick slapped me a few times and then walked over to the chair where he had his clothes. He pout on a pair of well worn out 501s that years of farm work had softened, pulled on a t-shirt and said: Get off your fucking knees before someone sees you in the cocksucker position. And wipe all that saliva off your fucking face, cocksucker. I got up and wiped my face off. In a couple of minutes we heard my mom's car pull up to the garage. My mom got out of the car and yelled: Mark, I need some help. Go on, cocksucker, help your mom and be snappy. I started toward the car and saw my mom opening the trunk. She turned around and said, "Hi Jon. How was your day with your dad?" then she got the funniest look on her face. She watched me walk up to the car and take the bags out of her hand. I turned around and started toward the house; as I was almost there, I looked over my shoulder and mom was still watching me walk, and her face still had that odd look on it. To be continued if there is any interest.