Date: Sat, 13 Jan 2007 13:58:59 -0800 (PST) From: J Miller Subject: My Construction Dad part 2 {inc,auth} This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse, incest, and Dominant/submissive themes between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. If you like the story or have suggestions, comments can be addressed to mummyscurse@yahoo.com. My Italian Dad part 2 I was outside skimming the pool when dad bellowed that I had a phone call. I rushed in and he handed me the portable phone. I didn't think to check the caller ID. I just answered and said, "Hello?" It was my mom. "Hey, baby," she said. "Is everything all right there?" "Uh... sure mom, everything's fine." "Your voice sounds funny. Are you coming down with a summer cold?" "Uhh... No! I think I've got some allergies. Don't worry, I just took something for it." I could hardly tell her the reason my voice sounded a little rough was that I had spent a fair amount of time over the past two weeks with dad's cock buried balls-deep in my throat. It seemed like my voice was hoarse and gravelly all the time now. "So, how's your trip going?" I asked. She started telling me some boring story about arriving in L.A. with aunt Pam. I wasn't interested but I was paying attention, so I jumped a bit when I felt dad's hands run under the front of my shirt and grab my nipples. Other than fucking my throat, pulling and twisting my nipples had become one of his favorite things to do. Last week he came home with a pair of rubber suction cups. He squeezed the air out of them, placed them over my nipples, and told me that he had heard they would make my nipples bigger like he liked them. Something to grab hold of, he said. He said it would sensitize them too. I wore the cups almost all the time now and they seemed to be working. My nipples were fat and fleshy and protruded more than a quarter inch. Dad was rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, making me gasp and my mouth water like a trained dog waiting for his dinner. I caught myself and, realizing that mom was on the phone, swatted his hands away. Dad didn't like that. He didn't like that one bit. He jerked down the back of my shorts, gave me a hard slap on the ass then kneaded the cheeks roughly with his right hand. His fingers twisted in my hair and he pulled my head back so his lips were against my left ear. "I'm gonna fuck your ass while your mom's on the phone," he whispered. Wide-eyed and panicked at the very idea, I covered the receiver with my thumb and turned my head to him. "Dad, listen. That first night I... made some stuff up, made it sound like I'd done more than I have. I haven't ever been fucked before!" I looked at the floor in shame, embarrassed that I had used fake stories about my sexual exploits to make him horny, embarrassed that I'd lied. He gripped my shoulders and turned me around so I was facing him, then lifted my chin so I was looking into his eyes. "I KNEW it," he crowed softly. A smile spread across his face. Then he kissed me. This was the first time he'd ever done that and I melted into it, lost in the feel of his stubble against my face and his tongue exploring my mouth. He was tender then he was rough, making me weak in the knees. I was lost in the sensation till my mom's voice in my ear brought me back. "Honey, are you there? Are you listening?" She asked. I pulled away and uncovered the receiver. "Yeah, mom, I'm listening. What happened after that?" I asked, having no idea what she had been saying. It seemed to be enough for her and she went on with her story, oblivious to the scene that was playing out on this end of the line. Dad leaned in to my other ear and whispered roughly, "I'm gonna bust your cherry wide open, just like I did your mom's, while that fucking bitch is on the phone." He turned me around and marched me to the back of the couch pulling and twisting my nipples till they stung and I had to swallow a gasp. He ground his groin against my ass, making my cock rub against the back of the couch through my thin nylon shorts. He pulled me back a bit and with one hand shucked my shorts to below my knees. He stepped on the waistband with his workboot-clad foot and pushed them the rest of the way to the floor. After another sharp slap across my ass cheeks, he lifted me bodily out of them and then kicked my shorts and flip-flops away. Two more kicks against the inside of my calves and some pressure on the back of my neck and I was leaned over the back of the couch with my legs spread wide. Dad reached next to me behind the couch cushion and removed a tube of KY Jelly he had hidden there. It was clear he had been planning this for a while. He grinned at me as I watched him squirt a dollop of the clear, slick goop in his hand and reach behind me to spread it in a slick up the crack of my ass. His thick middle finger swirled around the bud of my anus, massaging but making no effort to penetrate. "Uh-huh. Uh-huh," I said, both to him and to my mother. Him so he would know I liked it. Her so she would think I was paying attention to what she was saying. He continued to massage my hole, stopping sometimes to spank it lightly with his fingers, once to deliver a hard ass-slap before resuming his gentle teasing. Before long I was grinding my ass like a whore in a porno movie, pushing against his fingers and silently begging him with my eyes to penetrate me. Dad extended his middle finger against the center, vibrating it softly against the opening. He moved to the side so I could see the bulge in his jeans and the damp spot of pre-cum that had soaked through several inches down the leg. When I looked into his eyes he popped he finger in. I gasped and then had to tell mom that I was trying to keep from sneezing from my "allergies." She bought it and went on to tell me about a restaurant she and aunt Pam had eaten in. Dad finger fucked me like a bitch then stopped moving completely, staring into my eyes. Knowing what he wanted, I started riding the finger in my ass. Soon he added another finger and it started to burn a bit and feel uncomfortable. I was in serious doubt about whether this was going to work until he turned his hand over and began to curl his fingers back inside me, hitting something pleasurable within. I jerked upright in shock and held the phone away from my face so mom wouldn't hear me moan and pant. I turned to him, flushed and gasping. "Oh Jesus that feels good." I moaned. "Oh God yeah. Finger my ass." Dad grabbed the hand I was holding the phone in, pulled it back to my ear, pushed my back down, added another digit, and began to finger fuck me harder. He reached under me to my aching nipples with his left hand and began to pull on them roughly, pinching and twisting to see if pain there made my hole spasm against his fingers. It did, so he twisted even more and milked my tits like a cow's udder. He added a fourth finger to my ass and massaged the pleasure spot inside me till I was bucking under his ministrations like someone in the throes of a fit. I had no choice but to bend over even further and bury my head in the couch pillows so my mother wouldn't hear me moaning. "Fuck me. Oh my God, please fuck me. Put your cock in my ass," I said, over and over like a mantra. Dad stopped the assault on my ass and nipples and removed his fingers from me. He drew the phone back to me so I could near my mother going on about a delicious salad she'd eaten. I looked over my shoulder and begged him with my eyes. He grabbed my hair again and pulled me upright. As soon as I was standing he stuck his fingers, slick with KY and my ass juices in my mouth, unzipped his pants and exposed his swollen uncut cock. His cock was so hard it pulsated and thick veins stood out along the length of it, like rivers on a map. I switched the phone to my left hand and grabbed his cock with my right. It was hot and the skin was tight, the foreskin pulled back to expose the bulbous head. As soon as I touched it, it jerked and bounced like a dousing rod finding water. Pre- cum bubbled at the head and started to drip but I caught it quickly on my fingers and brought it to my nose to sniff. It doesn't matter if he's fresh out of the shower, my dad's cock and pre-cum have a heady smell, slightly musty and overpoweringly male. One whiff of the nectar on my fingers and my knees weakened and I sucked harder on the fingers he had plugged in my mouth. His fingers are work-hardened and he pushed them deep, fingering near the opening of my throat. Two weeks ago I would have gagged and choked but dad has fucked the gag reflex right out of me. Even after he has come he likes to rest his thick soft cock deep in my mouth and "let it soak." My esophagus has become a tube for his pleasure and I can cum without touching myself, just riding the ridges of his tool with my throat. Dad likes to say I have a clit deep in my neck and he has made it his duty to plumb for it and rub it again and again with his shaft. I am thankful for the breathing exercises learned on the swim team because he loves to bury his cock deep and barely move in and out with my wet warmth grasping the whole length of his cock from head to balls, my lips straining and rubbing the pubes at the base in hope of adding just that more pleasure to his ride. If he knows I'm about to shoot, he'll shove all the way in to enjoy the milking action as my body convulses in pleasure. Often that would set him off, until he learned that he could keep going and I was still hungry for more. Sometimes he shoots and then keeps going. It takes him a long time to cum a second time and he leaves me exhausted, with my jaw sore and aching. More than once he has told me that I inherited his sex drive and that I have sucked his cock more in two weeks than my mother has in 17 years and much, much better. And so now here we are, his heaving chest pressed close against me. My ass is unconsciously doing a teasing dance in front of his throbbing rod.He removes his fingers from my mouth and places them back on my hole, teasing it. He leans in to whisper in my ear. "You gonna give up your cunt to me? Let me carve a hungry pussy between your legs?" He moves his hand and starts spanking my ass with his hard cock. "I bet I can fuck the cum right out of you. Give you a clit in your ass to match the one in your throat." He bumps the head against my anus, hard enough to push me forward but not hard enough to break through the ring, even though he's loosened it with his fingers. "You sure that's what you want? You want Daddy to give you another hungry hole?" He reaches down and slathers more KY on his throbbing stick so I can spread it over his length with my hand. "You wanna give daddy another hole to fuck? Another hole to make you scream with?" He bumps harder against me and this time I feel the lips spread a little. "Wanna be my fuckmeat? You wanna be daddy's little BITCH?" His breath hot and steamy in my ear, I bend over the couch and reach behind to spread my ass cheeks. He continues thrusting against the hole, each strike spreading it a tiny bit more. I listened to the phone for a second, then interrupt my mother. "So have you seen any TV or movie stars?" I asked, knowing that was a topic that would keep her talking for a while. Sure enough she started off on a tangent. I covered the microphone with my thumb and looked over my shoulder into dad's eyes. I smile at him, though I am a bit scared. "Fuck my ass, Daddy. Drill me a...pussy... for me to please you with. Give me your big cock." I brace myself but dad surprises me by taking the phone out of my hand and holding it in front of my face. He pushes a button marked "mute" and puts it back to my ear. "Now the bitch can't hear...THIS," he says as he pops the head inside. It's a good thing he has turned off the microphone because pain shoots through my body like lightning and I can't help but yell out. It feels as if I am being torn in half and, out of my head with pain, I struggle to get away. To hold me in place better, Dad thrusts another couple of inches in and folds his arms across my chest. I am moaning in pain and trying to push him away. He grips my nipples again and savages them. "C'mon bitch, you wanted it. Take your mind off your ass and focus on your tits," he says as he pinches and twists them some more. "Let Daddy bust your cherry.. Your tight little pussy feels good squeezing on my cock." Minutes pass and it seems like the pain in my ass is fading finally. Dad lets up on my tits a little and my breathing is back under control. Now there is just a feeling of soreness back there and Dad is rocking back and forth slightly. He stops moving completely. "Now fuck back on it like a good little bitch and make Daddy feel good!" I try, and I really want to get more in, but the most I can manage is a half-inch. I twist and I squirm but I can't make myself go deeper. Mom is nattering on in my ear about some actress I've never heard of while Dad is trying to break my ass open with his cock. Dad is pushing again and I am trapped against the heavy couch. Something is going to give and it's going to be me. I feel his hands grip my waist on either side. "You're not even trying," he says, and kicks my legs further apart. "Take a deep breath." I gasp in air and he spears more inches into me. The pain swells again, but nothing like that first entry. His cockhead hits the pleasure spot inside me and I am torn between pain and pleasure for a moment, wanting to beg him to take it out, wanting to beg him for more. He puts one hand on my shoulder and takes the choice away. With another thrust he is deeper still. He moves back and forth a little without going deeper and lets me get used to the intruder I have inside me. The friction against the pleasure spot heats me up and I begin to understand what this is all about, why people like doing this. "You got about five more inches to go pussyboy. Five more inches till I own that ass." Five more inches? That can't be. It already feels like he has his arm inside me. Dad is panting against my back. "Here we go. On three. One...Two," and the bastard shoves it in all the way. I can feel his pubes against my hole but I am fighting like a cat thrown in water, so desperate I am to get away. He subdues me easily, arms strengthened by construction work holding me in place and the tearing pressure against my anus keeping me pinned against the couch. I am surprised the sofa doesn't slide away but its solid weight is held in place by the thick rug underneath. Dad puts an arm around my neck and begins to hump against me. He coos and whispers in my ear. "Oh baby, your pussy feels so good. It's so hot and tight. Daddy loves how your pussy feels around his cock. Make Daddy's cock feel good. Move on it a little bit" I can't bring myself to move on it but I squeeze with the muscles in my ass. Dad gasps and says, "Yeah baby, grip that fat fucking prick up your ass. Do that some more." I squeeze again and he begins a gentle rocking motion, drawing out a little bit and thrusting back in. I'm panting again but this time not in pain. There is a heat and tingle spreading from my asshole and I open myself to it. Dad can feel the difference and pulls out more with each stroke before giving me the whole length again. "Oh that's my pussyboy. That's my little whore, making Daddy feel so good. Does Daddy's little slut like that?" he asks, bottoming out in my ass and pumping hard. I can't speak, so I nod "yes." It hurts, but in a way that feels good. I can no longer tell pleasure from pain and each deep thrust feels like a punch deep inside me. "Open up your hole and let me plow that cunt!" I arch my back and offer up my ass for the punishment and pleasure he's giving me and he starts to let loose on my hole. He grips my nipples and uses them to guide me, now withdrawing almost all the way out before slamming back into me. With each inward thrust I grunt and there are tears running down my face. I don't even know if they are tears of joy or pain. Dad grips my hips and the thrusts become like clockwork, powerful and hard. The pleasure button inside me is tingling and I can feel my orgasm building to a peak. "Yeah, baby, you're getting' long-dicked now," he says as he pulls out all the way and slams back into me. "I'm making that cunt sing, ain't I? Tell me about it. Tell Daddy how good his cock is making your cunt feel. Tell me, bitch. Tell Daddy all about it." Daddy stops moving at all and just holds his cock thrust out. Before I know it I am posting myself up and down on it, babbling like I'm speaking in tongues. "Oh daddy that feels so good, it feels so fucking good. You're gonna fuck the cum out of me daddy. It hurts but it hurts so fucking good. Thank you daddy. Thank you for giving me a pussy. Fuck my pussy daddy, make it hurt. Fill it up with cum. Treat me like a bitch, your whore, a cunt you fuck..." I rambled on and on, word salad as I fucked myself on his cock, fucking myself harder than he ever had. Pulling all the way off and slamming all the way down over and over, my orgasm getting closer and closer all the time. The phone still clutched in my hand, my mother was going on about something I have no interest in. All I want is dad's cock hitting deep inside me over and over, as hard as he can give it to me. Without even realizing what I am saying I start chanting, "Fuck my ass daddy. Fuck me hard. Screw my pussy, dad. Slap my ass while you fuck me. Spank me while you bang my pussy. Drill my cunt hard. Slap my ass." Suddenly dad's hands are back on my waist and he grants my wishes. "That's what I want to hear, you little whore. I'll rape this pussy till you beg me to stop!" He slaps me hard on the ass and I can feel my ass clench hard around him. "Like that don't you, you little bitch?!" SLAP! "Yeah, grab me with that pussy." SLAP! "Let's see if I can heat that pussy up! Set that cunt on FIRE!" Slap! SLAP! SLAPP!! With that I am in the throes of an orgasm, shaking uncontrollably and spurting everywhere as dad continues to pound me and slap my ass. Rather than being centered in my cock the orgasm seems to come from all parts of me, spreading from the outside and coalescing in my balls before bursting into the air. Dad pinches my tits in both hands and squeezes. I cum so hard it is like I pass out. One moment I am seeing only white light, the next I am slumped and sweaty over the back of the couch as dad still pounds away at my ass. After I gather my wits, Dad hands me the phone. "Don't forget your momma," he says. He reaches down and hits the "mute" button again so she can hear again. I struggle to control my breathing as dad deep fucks me, slapping his thighs against my ass with an audible thump. "Honey, are you okay? Your breathing sounds funny," Mom says. "I'm fine mom. It's these damn allergies. I'm going to have to get off the phone soon and find something to take for them." Dad lifts one of my legs and turns me over, moving behind me as I roll over on my back. His thrusts never stop. He pulls out and raises his eyebrows in question. "Want some more?" he asks. I nod yes anxiously. He slaps my ass and pounds in again. "Are you and your dad getting along OK? He's not giving you trouble is he?" "No, Mom, we're getting along ok. He rides my ass a little, but I'm getting used to it." I look at dad and grin. He starts slam-fucking me, each stroke all the way out and all the way back in. Audible slurps come from my hole when he pulls out, noisy squelches when he slams back in. With his right hand he starts a constant tattoo of blows on my ass, hitting hard. My new cunt is clutching at him as he starts to speak to me softly, low enough that my mother can't hear. "This is my pussy now anytime I want it, ain't it bitch?" I nod. "You're my bitch now, pussy on demand. Fuck your goddam throat and rape your ass hard while you beg for it. You're gonna be at my bedside every morning to take care of my morning hard. Six sharp. Mouth and hole ready for my pleasure. Fuck you like the little whore you are, ain't that right bitch?" I nod again. "That's what I like to see. You're gonna beg for my cock then beg me to stop. I'm gonna pound your cunt till you can't walk!" His own words are turning him on and he slams even harder, coming in from the side to get different angles. Mom is still talking, but the words barely register. I can tell he's getting close to shooting. The veins in his neck are bulging and the slaps on my ass are picking up speed. He pulls out with each thrust then shoves in again each time as if he's trying to kill me with his cock. Suddenly he stops, buried all the way in. His eyes lock on mine and I stare into them as he unloads in me. His cock jerks and spasms as load after load of cum sprays inside me. He breaths like a freight train but otherwise stays quiet as he shoots, clearly struggling not to yell. Finally he stops and rests; sweat dropping from his brow onto my belly. Something my mother says finally registers in my ear. "What did you just say?" I ask. "I said I was surprised your dad didn't answer the phone. He left me a message to call this afternoon. He said to call right at four like it HAD to be that time. Is he there?" I look at him, stunned. He planned this whole thing. Since I saw the KY I knew he had planned to fuck me but I thought doing it while mom was on the phone was a kinky idea that had just struck him. No. He told her to call, planning to bust my cherry while she listened, unaware. I am amazed at the perverse depths he will go to. Dads pulling out of my ass shocks me back to reality. His cock hangs low, shiny with drops of cum and juices gathering on the tip. "Yeah, he's here," I said. "Want me to go get him?" "Sure, hon. And listen. You take care of those allergies all right? I'll talk to you later." I roll forward off the back of the couch, Dad helping me. I extend to phone to him, watching his eyes. He smirks at he and grabs my nipples again, pulling me with him as he walks around the couch and plops into a chair, his legs spread wide. He pulls me in so he can whisper in my ear. "Clean your cherry juice off my cock, bitch. Maybe if you're lucky there's another load in there for you." He uses my nipples as a lead to pull me to my knees and then takes the phone. "Hey," he says gruffly, phone held between shoulder and ear. Their conversation begins but I'm not paying attention. I look at his spent cock, coated with his cum, KY, and the juices from my ass. Other than that it seems clean. There might be a bit of blood at the base, but I'm not positive. I lean in and lick, discovering that the taste is not bad at all. I have learned to treasure the taste of his semen and this is his cum with some added musky flavor. Soon after I have cleaned his pubic hair with my tongue, his cock is full length in my mouth, once again piercing my throat. A pat on my cheek gets my attention and I listen in to their talk. "Oh, we're getting along great," he says, looking at me. "We had a few struggles early on, but I think he's getting with the program. No, he's doing an errand for me right now." He puts his palm on my forehead and pushes me off his cock. He scoots forward in the chair and lifts his legs over the side. It's strange to see him this exposed, his beefy, hirsute legs held wide and high with his pink puckered hole hiding in a forest of coarse hair. He jacks some fluid from the end of his cock and wipes it on the lips of his anus. "Yeah, he's a good boy." he says into the phone."I think he could be a regular little ass kisser if he put his mind to it. Get on my good side." Dad reaches, pulling my head forward and down, using the other hand to spread his ass lips a bit. The smell is earthy, but not unpleasant. He tugs firmly; till the hair in his crack is tickling my face and my lips are tight against him. Experimentally I slip my tongue out and give it a tentative lick. Dad tousles my hair as he continues to talk on the phone. This time, bolder, I lap the full of my tongue over his furrow. He breathes in sharply, turning his head away from the phone so he won't be heard. I lick at his hole a few more times and, before I know it, my tongue is straining full length, getting as deep as I can in his hot, musky asshole. I suck at the lips and spear him repeatedly with my tongue. He puts his hand on the back of my head and holds me there. "Oh, yeah," he says to my mom. "We're gettin' along just fine!" Soon after that, though, an argument breaks out between them. Dad is yelling into the phone, calling her a bitch and a cunt. He calls he that too but he means it in a good way, I think. He pushes me away with force, so I fall sprawled on the carpet. He straddles my chest, facing away from me, holding my arms against my side with his thighs. He reaches between my legs and pierces my ass with several fingers, slamming them in and out of my freshly screwed hole, hurting me. Removing them, he reaches behind them and smears the collected semen and lube over his own puckered anus. Like an approaching eclipse, his buttocks lower over my face, obliterating everything from my sight except his wrinkled, winking asshole, the surrounding hair now damp with my spit. Soon it is snug against my mouth and he rubs it up and down, riding my extended tongue. He stops only to reach between my legs again so he can gather a coating of his cum and my juices to reapply to his backside before sitting firmly on my face again. I am drowning in the sensations and flavors of eating Dad's ass like a ripe plum. As he rides my mouth I can hear him yelling, "Try it. Remember that pre-nup your ole man was so hot to get me to sign before we got married? Read it again, baby. It's till valid. The only thing you're taking to the cleaners is your clothes! It was all in your benefit back then, but it's in my favor now! No community property in this state, either. Ask a fucking lawyer. I did." He laughs viciously. His twists my nipples savagely, still yelling. I open my mouth to gasp, but he grinds his hole against it harder. I frantically plumb his depths with my tongue. "Don't you worry about me, babe," he sneers above. "I got pussy on tap now. Pussy I don't have to beg for. You better start waving your snatch around and catch you a rich Hollywood guy before you get too old, unless your daddy's gonna start picking up the tab. Oh, and tell your fucking whore of a sister I said hello!" Daddy snaps the phone off and rises above me. His cock is rampant and dripping now, streams of pre-cum flowing down the sides. He grabs me by the hair and lifts my head from the floor, his face full of fury. He pulls me up and throws me over the back of the nearest chair. A hard smack across my butt cheeks makes me arch my head back and yell. "You better get ready, you fuckin' faggot," he snaps, "I took it easy last time since you were cherry. This time I'm gonna rip your pussy in half!" And then the real fuck begins.