Date: Thu, 28 Jun 2012 21:45:05 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Rain and Dad II

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Thank you for your continued support. This is a tale of father/son incest.
If this is not of interest please find another story. Though my own incest
experiences were not traumatic sexuality between adult and child is not
advocated. Fantasy is legal, the rest is not. I love to hear from my
readers but due to the overwhelming response emails with photos get
priority. I will eventually answer all messages. I can be reached at:

Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
My name is Rob.

Rain and Dad II

Dad stroked my cheek so softly. "Are you okay?"
    My smile was enough for him to close his eyes momentarily. Looking
toward the open window of the hayloft I saw that the downpour continued
though it had lost its force. The rain was now steady. There was still the
humidity to contend with but sitting next to dad with the sound of the
elements and the taste of him in my throat I experienced contentment for
the first time in my life.
    Dad sat up throwing an arm about me. We rose walking over to the open
view. We both sighed as I rested against the great tree that he was. He
appeared even more wonderful to me. Someone strong and sturdy and true. My
fingers slid along the silk of his stomach as he kissed the top of my head.
    As I looked down from where my hand was I noticed his log had lost its
steel and hung long and covered by the foreskin. My fingers trailed to his
pubes. My mouth wanted more. Another taste.
    "We'd better not". Dad smirked down at me. "At least not in front of
the window". He steered me back to the blanket. Sliding me into his arms we
reclined back a bit. As we were face to face my right hand found his
bush. He chuckled. "Can't get enough of my hair, hunh?"
    "It feels good".
    "So does your hand". At 34 his response was good enough to get a
semi-hardon. "Did you like . . . You know, sucking me?"
    "Oh, yes!"
    He took my hand placing it on his balls. "Do you think you might like
to suck on these?" His eyes were uncertain.
    My fingers held the huge handful. I felt the weight, the rough hairs
amid the silky flesh, and the shape of them. He had sucked mine. I
could. My hand squeezed slightly. But they sure felt big!
    Dad got to his knees. "Why don't you try and see if you like them?"
There was no insistance in his voice: just a tender prodding.
    Sliding down my lips kissed one ball then the other. The hairs kinda
tickled. My lips pressed the sac. Then my tongue began to explore.
    "Oh, shit, yeah. That's it, son".
    As his hand moved back and forth over my head my tongue began to
explore with purpose. Opening my mouth I moved up sucking one of those eggs
into my hungry mouth. Not quite knowing how exactly to suck it, I simply
lathed it with my tongue as I slid it around. It moved up and down and side
to side as my tongue found curiosity with the coarse hairs. My nostrils
filled with the scent of daddy stiffening my prick.
    "Oh, son, you're magic. It feels so incredible. My sweet boy".
    As daddy sighed I switched balls. I wish I could have taken both the
way he had done earlier with me but knew that would be impossible. As I
sucked the nut somewhat I felt his cock grazing against my forehead. He
groaned lowly as I sucked one nut, then the other with my hands planted
firmly on his thighs.
    "There. Do ya like that, baby? Do ya like daddys fat nuts? Hmm?"
    I mumbled in agreement as I began to lick the bag.
    "Yeah, of course you do". Using both hands he moved my head back as he
lay back on the blanket, bending his knees in the process and planting his
spread feet apart. "Come on down here, honey. Get between daddys
legs. That's it. That's my good boy. There ya go. Suck my nuts, baby. Suck
daddys balls".
    Crouched down low I resumed my delicious task. My tongue flickered in
waves over the round hard eggs. My lips now kissing then sucking. I tasted
each ball. My tongue traced every fold of hairy flesh. And my senses were
filled with his manly private scents. My perfume.
    Dad lifted his rump a little cupping his balls up away from my
eagerness. "There, son. Lick just below my nuts". His other hand pulled on
the top of my head. "Don't be shy, baby. You can do it. Yeah. Just ease
in. Come on. That's it. Aah, yes, just like that! Lick me there, baby. Oh,
Jesus!"
    I licked roughly against the hairy stretch. As daddy brought a knee up
I was able to twist in closer and really apply my tongue. Daddy was
squirming and sighing and groaning. I licked harder. Then harder still. Dad
lifted his other foot up grabbing both sides of my head at the same time.
    "Yes. Lick daddy". His butt moved up higher. "That's it lick down. Lick
down. Don't be shy. Further down. Come on. Daddy'll tell you when you're
there. Come on. Lower. Lower. Getting close. Almost. Al . . .oh, gaawwwd!"
Dad let out a long low moan.
    My tongue was licking a puckery bump. Hairy. Moist. As my tongue
flicked daddy thrashed. My head was pushed into his body allowing only my
tongue to move. The perfume was stronger. More manly. The tongue tried to
understand. The center was moist and pliant but the circle around it was
bumpy, rough terrain. Daddy brought his rump up off the ground as his knees
came up to his shoulders. I was carried along so that I was soon kneeling
with my face held at his splayed butt cheeks.
    "Oh, fuck, yes!" He groaned. "Let me see your tongue. Show me. Show
me".
    My mouth lifted as my tongue continued to prod inward. Looking upon the
strong face I was aware of his hunger. The eyes were staring in lust, his
face pinched red, his mouth an oval as breath was sucked in and out.
    "Oh, fuck. So beautiful". Then he groaned. "Yeah, that's it. Lick my
asshole. Shove your tongue up my shitter. Fucking lick it, baby. Fuck me
with your tongue. Suck on your daddys asshole. Lick. Lick. Fuck!"
    My tongue poked at the hole until daddy reached up and shoved his
middle finger in my mouth.
    "Suck my finger. Make it wet. Soak it".
    I sucked the meaty digit. My hand holding his fist as I slowly gently
gave the middle finger a blow job.
    "That's it, my little cocksucker. Make it wet: soak it. Make it
sloppy".
    My saliva was coating it as my tongue scooped spit onto the finger. A
thick fat working mans finger. I gave a small smile as I stared into his
hooded eyes. His face was a study in manly lust. All passion. All hunger.
    The finger was extracted from my mouth immediately landing on his
hungry asshole. A sudden downward push and the digit disappeared
inside. Slowly but continuously. Down. Inside. Deeper. All the way. A
moments pause as the entire digit was buried. Then up to the first knuckle
then back in. Up. Down. Up. Down.
    "Yeah. You fucking watch! Watch daddy fuck himself".
    My eyes were transfixed. My heart poundered. My nostrils filled with
the scent of this self-fucking man. The taste of his secrer places abiding
on my tongue, in my mouth, my throat. The finger finally was pulled
free. It floated in front of my eyes. Filled with the essence of what I
knew would be my future home. When I was older. When my prick was that
thick. My hand took hold of the first. I had to know. I needed to know. My
dad. Daddy. All about my daddy. My lips engulfed the
finger. Sucking. Tasting. Licking. Cleaning. The deepest secret of my dad
resting on my tongue, sliding down my throat. My daddy.
    Then the finger was gone. His hips lowered as he raised up his torso
further. Hands slid from my shoulders down my flanks to rest at my hips.
    "It is time. You must know".
    Two fingers held my prick at the base as his other hand reached behind
to rest on the base of my spine. Then a preassure. To move forward. My
cocks knob at his abused door. Then. Then.
    My hips against his flesh. His breath on my cheeks. Butterfly
kisses. Now both hands on my hips. Holding me flush against his thighs, his
cheeks. My prick home.
    "Oh. My sweet love".
    His lips trailed over my cheeks, over my nose, my eyes. Soft
kisses. Gentle pressings. Puckers on my youth. The gentleness of his lips
belied the hard pull and push he plied to my hips. Away slightly from his
thighs then pressed deep into his flesh. Pull and push. My prick feeling
the warm wet sucking within daddys body. Feeling the absolute hunger for
me.
    "We will share this. All of your life you will remember. Our
closeness. Your first - everything". His hands held my face suddenly as he
kissed me with a deep hard passion. Tongue on tongue; breath on cheek. Eyes
closing the light. Sensation of father and son embraced together; locked in
kisses; united by my first fuck.
    "You must give the same over to me. I must also christen you as we bond
and unite as one. One father. One son. United by cock".
     His lips made a feast of my flesh. My neck. My collar bone. Nipples
were teased and sucked and nibbled at in kind teeth. My belly button was
slurped by ravenous tongue. My prick cleaned. My balls loved. Then flipped
onto the blanket as my calves were licked. Then my thighs. Legs
spreading. Knees pushed up. Head on the blanket, hips aloft. Hands kneading
my pure white globes that never before had known the outside air upon
them. A tongue at my balls. Bouncing them.
    Then up the tongue travelled flat and hard against me. Up. Cheeks held
open. Up. Thumbs dancing at my hole. Up. Thumbs replaced by tongue.
    Oh, that tongue!
    Licking my boy hole. Short swipes. Licks. Thumbs stretching the sides
in a moment of discomfort before being soothed by the ravenous
tongue. Moving inward. Licking. Digging. Fucking. My head on fire as lips
sucked my hole. Tongue fucked. Devoured by lust. My daddys tongue.
    Then cool air.
    The hay bouncing as daddy moved up behind me. Thigh at thigh. Cock
resting on my crack. Sliding up and down. Fat thick meat resting at my
door. Up and down. So warm. So thick.
    Then down. A pause. And a knock at the door. The knobs piss slit
kissing my asshole. Talking to each other in a childish game of 'may I?'
'Yes, you may'.
    The door was pushed up. The knob filled the doorway. Pressed inward.
    "Inhale, son. Take a deep breath when I say. Ready? Now!"
    I inhaled deeply.
    The knob entered.
    But stood motionless inside.
    The whole world seemed still. My asshole dispelled the uncertain pain
as it took hold of the neck. The plum in, the stalk out. My asshole
contemplated which it would be: to enter or to leave. Or to just stay.
    Paws at my hips. The stalk entered a little more but then ebbed
back. Perhaps to leave. No. Because then it moved inward again. Then
back. The motions slow. Decided. Careful.
    "How does that feel?"
    "Fine" I mumbled.
    The motions remained slow, slight. A hand bounced against the center of
my cheeks. Daddy fisted his cock as my asshole viced its neck.
    "Can't fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Not yet. But soon. I'll
see to that. But you will have my load inside you. I will inaugurate this
vessel of my desire. Christen you with cum".
    His groans grew in intensity. The fist hitting with such force, much
rapidity. Paw resting at the centre of my back.
    I raised my torso onto my hands. We were doggied. I suddenly wanted
more. More.
    "More!"
    The fist stopped.
    "Please, daddy. More. More!"
    My hips were viced.
    "I'll give you more!"
    In. Deeper. We met each other moan for moan. The cock impaled me until
my ass cheeks sported his beard. All the way in. Fat. Cock. Hard. Like
steel through butter. My daddy. His cock. Our union. One being.
    Then the fucking. In and out. Hard. Strong. Thrust after thrust. So
good. So deep. Such strength. Power. Pure fucking of father in son.
    "Oh, Jesus! I can't hold back. Gaawd! Gotta cum. Gotta shoot!"
    The fucking suddenly filled my ass with waves of cum. Hot on my
insides. Hitting my walls. Filling my virginity and destroying its
innocence. A man inside me. A man I had become. My fathers cock changing
the purpose of my hole. Strong fucking. Then slowing, slowing and finally a
receding stroke that popped out.
    Daddy collapsed on top of me as we tumbled to the blanket. Then bodies
curled and joined. Arms about his neck. Arms about my body. An expression
of joy on his face. Such utter contentment.
    I kissed him lightly then raised my head. "Look, daddy. It's stopped
raining".
    He too surveyed the sun where the rain had been.
    "Do you think there's a rainbow?"
    "Most definitely". He kissed me deeply. "Over your ass".