How I Seduced My Dad 4

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Sorry for taking so long with part 4, but I've been home for the summer spending time with my Dad. And I'd prefer not writing about what I'd rather be doing. ;-) Let me know what you think: enjoy!

My name's Tim and I'm a 20 year old college senior. Though I've condensed and edited things and added a lot of dialogue to make it more of a story, this is actually a true account of me and my father.

That's when I noticed it: twin rivers of my Dad's goo flowing down the inside of my thighs. My ass was leaking out his load. Damn my Dad came a lot! And of course, thinking that, I started to sprout a woody yet again...

I spread my bubble butt and checked out what was left of my poor battered little asshole. It was bright red and a bit swollen. I put a finger on it lightly and winced from the pain. "Guess nothing's going up there for awhile", I thought to myself.

I jumped in the shower and started to clean myself up. When I got to my puffy boy pussy, I had to take it slowly. I lathered up a little bit of soap onto my fingers and gently circled it around my hole. Already it was feeling slightly better; probably from all the warm water rushing down my back, through my crack and all over it. Again, there I was with a hard-on just thinking about it.

Just as I was about to lather my cock up, Dad pushes the shower curtain aside and says,

"Enough room in here for me?"

I didn't even answer. I just smiled and moved to the back of the tub and let him get wet under the showerhead.

Even bleary-eyed and covered in dried up cum (mine) my Dad was fucking fine. As he wet his head I lathered up his hairy pecs and then started down onto his stomach, I just stood there and stared at him with nothing but a shit-eating grin and a hard 6 inches. Seeing me looking at him the way I was must have got him going because now he started getting hard. I reached out and started pumping him with both soaped up hands, and my mouth just latched onto his left nipple and started to suck and chew for dear life.

"Whoa there, tiger!" he smiled at me and pushed me back a little. "Give me a chance to wake up're going full steam ahead already. You need to learn a little finesse, son."

"What's finesse?"

"I'd rather show you than tell you."

"What do you want me to do then?"

"Nothing, son. Just stand there and I'll do the rest."

And with those words he turned me around and kissed me on the neck, so softly I could barely stand it. It was almost like that unbearable feeling of being tickled, but so much more. His hands wandered all over my body softly but firmly, with force and purpose. They glided easily aided by the water and foam. One of his hands was rubbing circles on my tight stomach while the other hand went down into my crack. All the time I could feel him just an inch behind me: the heat given off by his body; his warm breath on my neck. It made me forget where his fingers were, and where they were about to attempt to go.

He slipped his soapy middle finger up into me and I yelped.


"Oh shit! Sorry Tim! Are you ok? That was so stupid of me."

He turned me around and hugged me to him.

"I'm alright, Dad. But I think we should leave it alone for a little while."

He let go of me.

"Well, let me take a look at it first."

"Dad, I'm fine. It already feels better with the warm water on it."

"Turn around."

I turned around.

"Bend over."

I bent over.

"Spread `em."

I spread `em and almost shot a load again. Fuck! How hot it was having my Dad tell me to open my ass for him?

"Yeah, son. It looks like it's been beat up pretty hard," he chuckled.

"I could have told you that."

I took my hands off my ass cheeks and started to turn back around. My Dad was squatting behind me so my boner was swinging into eye-level view for him. He put his hands on my hips and stopped me midway through my turn and started turning me back around.

"Did I say turn around? Spread those beautiful cheeks for me again."

I let out a teenagers sigh and slowly started to spread my ass for him.

"Now, Tim!"

My dad knew he ordering me around was turning me on. He was doing it now on purpose!

I pulled my bubble butt open for my Dad. Then I felt a warm and wet sensation moving slowly in circles all around my pink boy pussy. It was his tongue. I let out a moan and my Dad stopped short.

"There. Doesn't that feel better now?"

"Oh God, Dad, that feels so good. Please do it some more. Please."

"Alright, but next time I tell you to do something, you do it right away, understand?"

"Yes sir."

My Dad went back to work and started lapping at my cunt with his hot warm fat tongue. I was grinding my ass back into his face. It didn't take long before I was ready to blow.

"Oh Dad, I think I'm gonna cum...Awww..."

And I did. What did I know about staying power or finesse or any of that? I was 14 and I could pop 10 loads at the drop of a hat. And being with the one person I had jacked of thinking about since day 1 made it even more difficult to contain my excitement.

"Oh, man!" my Dad laughed. "You are just like I was at your age! That's so hot. But now it's your turn to help me out, son."

I turned around as he stood up with his fat dad dick fully hard and throbbing. I could see his heart beat by how his cock was bouncing with every pulse. I reached out automatically to grab it and he stopped me.

"No, Tim...finesse."

I gave him a look like "Who cares?!? I want to make you come NOW!"

"Come on. Just try, son."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Well, why don't you work on my balls for a bit?"

"Yeah, ok. I can do that." I said eagerly.

In 2 seconds, I was on my knees and had my face buried between my father's thighs, hopelessly trying to take both of his fat balls into my mouth.

"Ok, stop Tim! Stop!"


"Come on. Try doing it more slowly. Take one into your mouth at a time."

"Well, I can't get more than one in my mouth at a time anyway. They're too big, Dad!" I said sarcastically.

And they were. They were the size of eggs. And they hung really low, even when he was hard. I always noticed how my balls draw up real close to me when I get hard.

"Ok, try it again. Start just with your tongue...and then use your lips...and then finally your whole mouth."

So I started to lick his balls.

"Slowly, Tim."

So I started to slowly lick his balls. He put one hand on the top of my head and started to jack his hard cock with his other hand. He started to moan and grind his crotch into my face.

"Yeah, Timmy. Right there. Good boy. Awww that's great..."

I was kissing his swollen nut sack softly, thinking what it contained. Then I had a really weird thought: this is where I came from. How cool. It was like I was worshiping where I was first born.

"Look up here, son. Look me in the eye while you're doing that."

I looked him directly in the eye. I saw how much my Dad loved me. He was pounding his meat hard now looking right into my face as I was caressing his low hangers with my mouth. I took a whole one in my mouth and moved it around really slowly and my Dad rolled his eyes back in his head.

"Oh God, Tim. That's perfect! Just like that!"

I started on his other ball taking the whole thing in my mouth and rolling it around slowly, but this time I used my tongue on the underside of it.

My Dad made a few jerky motions and said, "Ahh, shit, son! Tim, Unnngh, you're making your Dad, cum! Aww, God! Unnnngh"

And he shot his load all over my forehead and face. Rope after rope of it shot out. I couldn't believe how much my Dad could cum. Then again, I thought, he's got big huge balls full of the stuff. No wonder! I just had to clean the rest of the cum off his cock with my mouth (to this day I can't get enough of the taste of him). He was still looking down at me when I looked up at him.

"You're a quick study, sport."

I smiled and let his softening cock fall out of my mouth.

I stood up and he hugged me close to him. His big arms and big hands wrapped around my body made me feel important and strong and safe.

"I love you so much, Dad."

"I love you, Tim."

And he just held onto me like that for what seemed like 10 minutes. I could have stayed there forever. My whole life had changed in the last 12 hours and I had no idea how it could get better than this.

But it did.