Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2019 15:43:31 +0000 (UTC) From: Boy Daddy Subject: BOY DADDY, part 13 "Boy Daddy" -- Badgod69@yahoo.com The following is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real events or people. Please, consider donating to Nifty, and keep porn free. BOY DADDY, Part 13 After an anxious month, it was clear that my 13-year old daughter Leda was not pregnant. Leda seemed relieved, of course. Sam and I were disappointed. I still hadn't said anything to my wife Jenny about the revelations Leda had made regarding the guys Jenny was dating and fucking on the side. It didn't matter to me anyway, and I didn't want to initiate any kind of conversation that might get in the way of Sam and I living together. So, I remained `clueless' and let Jenny have her fun. I was glad she was finding sexual pleasure with other guys, freeing me up to indulge in my relationship with Sam, and now Leda. I was fucking two of my three kids, and I couldn't have been happier. Sam was on Leda all the time. Whenever they were alone, Sam hounded her for sex, but Leda didn't seem to mind. He must have worn the poor little girl out with his constant horniness and insatiable libido. He dumped so much cum inside her that I started referring to Leda as `Sam's milk carton'. Sam was teaching Leda lots of lewd tricks and continually pushed her to try new and perverted activities. Within a month or two, Leda was a talented and clever little girl-slut. I was so proud of them both. Whenever Leda wanted some variety, she'd pester me for sex. She relished my experience and virtuosity in bed, and she learned how to service my body nearly as well as Sam serviced me. I especially loved having her face wedged between my spread, hairy ass cheeks, sucking on my asshole. She told me she loved eating out my ass, which surprised me. Most little girls are too squeamish to stick their tongue up a man's hairy asshole, even if it's her dad's. At the same time, Sam and I had mad sex every night once we were alone. The nights were ours. I fully molested Sam so deliriously that I almost surprised myself. Sam loved aggressively molesting me, too, and I spent countless hours with my legs in the air with my 15-year old son's cock pistoning in and out of my asshole. Now that Sam and I were getting more regular pussy than we knew what to do with, our appetite and hunger for each other was stronger than ever. The more girls we fucked, the more passionate and depraved our sex became. We reveled in it. Oddly, Leda never did figure out that Sam and I were having sex. We were careful not to get too amped up with each other when she was with us, and Leda just assumed that Sam and I were buddies who both liked fucking her. We laughed ourselves stupid many times over Leda's cluelessness. A few months after the three of us had begun regularly having sex, Sam got the surprise of his life one afternoon after school when he and Leda were going at it. I hadn't gotten home yet. Sam was thunder-fucking Leda on the floor in our living room when there was a knock at the door. For whatever reason, Sam decided to ignore it and continued pounding Leda. He told me he heard the locked front door knob rattle and then the door creaked open. It was our landlord, my work buddy, Bob, and he walked in to see Sam and Leda naked and in the middle of a wild fuck. Sam said that the expression on Bob's face was hilarious. He looked stunned and surprised for a moment, and then smiled at them and tipped his baseball cap in greeting. "Oh, sorry!" Bob had said. "I was just gonna check that leaky faucet in the shower. Sorry to interrupt you kids. I'll come back another time," he said. Leda had tried to scramble out from under her brother, but Sam held her down and never missed a thrust. He'd just smiled at Bob and said they'd be finished in a few minutes if Bob wanted to come back then. The next day at work, Bob told me his version of what had happened. He thought it was funny as hell and we had a good laugh about it. He asked me who the girl was, remarking that she was very pretty and looked very young. I quickly made up a story about who she was and Bob relished every detail I made up for him. He added that Sam was a tiger and looked like he really enjoyed sex. I assured him that Sam loved fucking more than anything else in the world. Bob's eyes glittered with interest, and I asked Bob what he thought of Sam's body. Without a pause, Bob told me that Sam was sexy as hell and had a great body for a 15-year old. I agreed with him and volunteered that Sam's dick was nearly as big as mine. Bob seemed thrilled to hear that. "It must be a beauty, then. At least, I would think so, never having seen yours, of course," he added, laughing. Feeling good-natured and expansive, I opened my pants right there and hauled out my cock to show him. I was already half-hard and my hairy balls were roiling a bit as I let Bob gaze at it for a good 10 seconds before I stuffed it back in my pants and zipped up. "Wow, that's a nice one," he said. "Sam's a lucky guy." "Yep," I replied. I noticed that Bob licked his lower lip without being aware of it, and that gave me an idea. Bob was a great guy, generous and always willing to help out with anything I asked of him. I figured I owed him. "Hey, if you ever wanted to, I'd let you suck my dick, dude," I said. Bob just stared at me and smiled, face flushing and having a hard time looking me in the eye. "Oh, yeah?" he mumbled. "Sure, why not? Just a little quid pro quo," I answered. "A blow job's a blow job, right?" Bob laughed and clapped me on the back. "When and where?" he asked. "Well, just drop by whenever you're in the mood. You know where I live," I said. In my head, I was imagining Bob servicing both Sam and me. I knew Bob would be thrilled to suck Sam's dick, maybe even more than mine. After I'd made the offer, I pretty much forgot about it. Eventually, the work day ended and I went home. That evening, I had the place to myself. Sam was at our real house under the pretense of helping Leda out with her math homework, but actually just for sex. There was a knock at the door as I was stretched out on the sofa, completely naked, watching TV. Thinking it was one of our high school buddies who frequently dropped by unannounced to get high or watch porn, I called out, "Come on in; it's unlocked." I heard the door open and then a deep voice boomed out, "Hey, J.J.! It's Bob!" At that moment I remembered the offer I had made earlier that day. As I recalled it, my cock started to get hard at the prospect of a blow job. I sat up on the sofa, my legs spread. "Hey, Bob! Here I am," I called out as he appeared in the doorway. "Smells like a locker room in here," he chuckled, surprised but happy to find me naked. "Yeah, me and Sam really stink the place up," I said, grinning at him like an imp. "We don't mind it," I added. "Huh." Bob grinned back at me and raised his eyebrows. We stared at each other for a bit, and I grasped my hard dick in my fist and wagged it at him. "You want this, buddy?" I asked. Bob didn't answer. Instead, he walked up to me, dropped to his knees, and wrapped his lips around the head of my cock. It felt awesome, warm and wet and tight. Bob had a good mouth for cocksucking. He licked up and down my shaft, then nuzzled his nose under my hairy balls and inhaled deeply several times. He still had a hand wrapped around my cock, and his free hand played with my thick pubes. Once he'd had his fill of sniffing my sweaty nuts, he deep-throated my dick masterfully. I knew that Bob couldn't hear me unless he was looking at my mouth, so I tapped him on the side of his head and waited for him to make eye contact. When he did, I said, "You suck dick hella good, buddy." Bob smiled gratefully and resumed his work. His talented mouth was getting me too close, too soon. I wanted to hold back cumming for a while, so I pushed his head off my dick and hiked my legs up onto the sofa. My hairy asshole was fully exposed and I made it pucker a few times, closely watching Bob's face as he gazed at it. "Wanna suck my ass, too?" I asked. Bob hummed with pleasure and smelled all around my shithole, savoring the earthy, musky aroma before he started fucking it with his tongue. "Aw, hell yeah, motherfucker, eat my sweaty ass," I muttered, making sure that Bob was reading my lips. When he'd had enough, Bob sat back on his haunches, and let out a satisfied sigh. "Whew!" he laughed, "You got me sweatin'!" I laughed, too, and said, "You can take your clothes off if you want." "Don't mind if I do," he replied, and stood up to get undressed. I was curious to see what Bob looked like naked. He was a big guy, not fat but hard and heavy like a football player. And he was hairy, with a grizzled, fur-covered chest and stomach. When he dropped his pants, his lower body proved to be just as hairy. It kind of turned me on. With a thick, uncut dick surrounded by a thick, graying bush, and pendulous balls hanging low, Bob was a fine-looking specimen of middle-aged masculinity. Like a real man, he started beating off while he resumed sucking my throbbing cock. "Do you like getting fucked?" I asked him. He nodded as he sucked, muttering something unintelligible. "Maybe next time I'll fuck you, then," I said, and Bob nodded again. We'd been playing for 15 minutes or so when I heard the front door open. Sam surprised me by getting back much earlier than I'd expected. "Hey, bro! Look who's here," I chuckled. Bob didn't know that Sam was behind him nor that I had said anything. Sam's eyes got huge and he froze on the spot for a few seconds, staring at something he'd never seen before -- me getting a blow job from a man, one old enough to be my father. "Jesus!" he muttered. "What the fu--", he said, but I interrupted him. "I offered to let him give me a blow job today cuz he's such a good buddy," I explained. Sam whispered, "Does he know about us?" "No, no, nothing like that," I answered, full voice. "He can't hear you, remember, bro?" Sam grinned. "Oh, right. Dude, I've never seen a guy suck your dick!" We laughed, as Bob glanced up at my face and saw me laughing. "What? What's so funny?" he asked. I nodded towards Sam, and said, "Look who just walked in!" Bob turned his head to see Sam standing behind him, then immediately tried to stand up while grabbing for his pants. I pulled him back down and squeezed his shoulder. "No worries, dude. Sam's cool with it. Aren't you, bro?" Bob turned to look at Sam's face. "Yeah, sure thing, it's cool; relax, dude," Sam answered, smiling like an angel. He flopped himself right next to me on the sofa, while Bob just looked at us, still mildly shocked at being discovered sucking my dick. He glanced from Sam's face to mine, trying to figure out what was going on. Gazing at Sam, he said, "This doesn't freak you out, seeing your dad like this?" Sam just smiled more broadly and replied, "Nah, we've seen each other do everything." Bob just chuckled and shrugged. "Wow. OK, then." There was an awkward pause. "You gonna watch?" Sam just nodded eagerly, like a delighted little boy. Now it was Bob's turn to beam a wide smile. Having Sam watch was obviously a big turn-on for him. Bob dipped his head and went back to sucking my dick. Sam took his jacket off and tossed it on one of the chairs, then leaned back into the sofa against me. He was wearing a tank top and shorts. His bulge was enormous, and he started stroking himself through the fabric. I threw my arm around his shoulder and pulled him even closer. Bob glanced up and couldn't look away, dreamily wide-eyed and missing nothing, as he continued sucking. Sam leaned his face down to my armpit and burrowed his nose in the wet hair, inhaling the rank aroma we both loved so well. Bob suddenly made a low humming sound as he watched us. An audience always made Sam and I incredibly horny, and Bob was the perfect audience. Sam raised his arm and offered me his stinking pit to sniff. I did, and gave it a few good licks. When I looked at Bob, I grinned and licked my lips, savoring the flavor of Sam's acrid sweat. I knew this would drive Bob nuts. He sucked faster and harder as he watched us, and within a minute I had pumped out a huge spurting load of hot jizz down his throat. As Bob swallowed repeatedly, Sam yanked his shorts down and exposed his hard dick. With a few smooth strokes, Sam unleashed four strong blasts of cum that soaked into his tank top. One cum rope landed on my shoulder, which I scooped up and sucked off my fingers. Bob was beside himself, watching Sam and I being so intimate. Within seconds, he moaned and bucked hard a few times as his load slammed against my hairy legs, then dripped onto the carpet. Sam stuffed his cock back into his shorts as Bob stood up, wiped his mouth, and started getting dressed. I stayed naked and enjoyed the feel of the air cooling my sweat-slicked body. The room smelled rich and seedy. Sam smelled like sex, an unmistakable pussy odor emanating from him. As he dressed himself, Bob said, "Sorry about yesterday, Sam. I didn't mean to barge in on you kids while you were having fun." "Oh, no problem. I thought it was funny," Sam said. "She sure is pretty, a really beautiful little girl. How old is she?" "13," Sam said. "I'm teaching her how to fuck like a whore." That cracked me up and I snorted out a laugh. "She sure looked surprised when I walked in on you. Guess I embarrassed her." "Nah, she was just startled," Sam said. "We both like being watched, actually." Bob chuckled and tousled Sam's mop of hair. "Well, I know some guys who would love to watch you. And they'd pay for the privilege," Bob said. Quick as lightning, Sam asked, "How much?" Bob laughed and shook his head. "Well, I don't really know, but they'd pay handsomely, I bet." Sam shrugged and said, "If they pay enough, yeah sure. We'd let them watch, no problem. Right, J.J.?" I raised my eyebrows as if I needed to consider it for a bit before answering. "What's Dad say?" Bob asked, looking at me and smiling. "I don't see any harm in it, and I know you kids like having an audience when you play. So long as it's just watching, I'm fine with it," I answered. "Oh, only watching, for sure. These friends of mine are voyeurs and wouldn't dream of doing anything more. Some of them are gay, like me, and the other ones like very young girls. Something for everyone to enjoy," Bob said. "We'll talk about it, buddy. Give me a day or two, and we'll give you some dates and times. If your friends are serious about it, let me know and we'll schedule it. And find out how much they're willing to pay the kids," I added. Bob gave me the thumbs-up sign, shook my hand and then Sam's, and told me he'd see me tomorrow at work. And then he left. Once the door was closed, Sam and I looked at each other and busted out laughing. "How much?" I said, mimicking Sam. "Damn, bro, you're quite a businessman!" I laughed. Sam tweaked my nipple hard and grinned. "I'm just being practical, dude, right? I bet these guys Bob knows are fat old perverts who like fucking little kids. Gross." "Yeah, probably," I said. "But also profitable." Sam shrugged one shoulder. "Whatever. They can watch all they want, I like being watched. Leda does, too. She told me." My mind was racing with ideas. "Hey, what if we installed cameras all over the place so these guys could watch when we have our weekend parties with the kids! I bet we'd make a small fortune," I said. "We'd have to disguise the cameras somehow, but yeah, that's an awesome idea. `Something for everyone', right?" Sam used the phrase Bob had just used, and it made me laugh. "Too bad they can't watch us, too. You know how wild that would be?" I lamented. "Yeah, that'd be hot," Sam said. "Oh well, too bad, but that's the breaks." "Yeah," I answered, but the idea kept me horny for the rest of the night. The next morning at work, I was relieved to find that Bob didn't treat me any differently, nor act differently than before. We greeted each other and shot the shit for a bit just like usual, and the only reference he made to sucking my dick the previous night was to thank me for an enjoyable evening. I was happy that nothing had changed between us, other than the fact that I now had a blow-buddy. Of course, Bob was the only one doing the blowing. A couple of days passed before he took me aside and told me that he'd been in contact with his friends, and that they were very much interested in `viewing our work', as Bob told me they had phrased it. We laughed over this; it sounded so coded and ridiculous. "And they're willing to pay $500 each. That would make it a total of $2,500. That's their offer," Bob said. "Sounds good. I'll talk it over tonight with Sam, and let you know tomorrow," I answered. "OK, great!" he boomed. I started to go back to my post, but Bob called out. "J.J.!" I turned around and looked at him. He motioned me back over. "I just wanna say something, just between you and me. These guys are loaded. They can afford a helluva lot more than what they offered. I just wanted to let you know that. Talk it over with Sam and get back to me," he said, under his breath. Then he winked and waved me on my way. I gave his shoulder a squeeze in thanks for the tip and went back to work. That evening, Sam and I talked it over. I told him everything Bob had said. "Dude, no way are they watching for only $2,500!" Sam said, offended as only a teenage boy can be. "Hella cheap-ass faggots. Tell Bob it's $5K each, dude." "Nah, that's too much, bro. We gotta go slower before we start demanding big bucks; we gotta sweeten `em up a bit. Let's double it and say $1,000 each. That's $5K, bro! Think of what you can do with 5,000 bucks!" I reasoned. Sam considered it, and finally agreed on a total of $5,000 for an hour or so of fucking. I thought that was a more-than-fair compromise. If Bob's friends balked, then fuck `em. There'd be no second chance. "If they agree to this, then we can make them pay to install cameras in the house, and we can charge them $5K each to watch our weekends," I said. My mind was spinning from how much money we could make off these guys. Sam's eyes were blazing with visions of wealth. "Dude, if they watched every weekend for a month, we'd have $100K!" he barked out. "That'd be over a million bucks in one year!" Sam was almost giddy. "Calm down, porn star!" I laughed, tackling him and taking him down to the living room floor. We laughed and wrestled around, shouting, yelping, roaring with laughter while getting sweaty and heated. "I wonder what they'll wanna see? I'll just pull off all my tricks on Leda and tell her to do the same. She knows a lot now. I taught her some awesome filthy stuff, dude!" Sam brayed, proud and shameless. "Would it be more fun if I was there, too?" I asked. "If not, just say so, bro. No problem. Maybe they don't want a grown-up involved anyway." "Hell yeah, I want you there, dude! Are you crazy? It's always better when you're there, bro, you know that!" We laughed and started wrestling around again, but this time we ended up fucking. In the morning, I sought Bob out and told him what we'd decided. Bob agreed that $5K was fair and praised Sam and I for not undervaluing ourselves. When I mentioned our bigger plan of installing cameras, and our weekend parties with the kids, he nodded and smiled, and said he was sure his friends would want to see the action. Again, he stressed how wealthy these guys were. The following day, Bob told me his friends had agreed to our price, and we set up a date for them to watch Sam and Leda. I still intended on joining the action, keeping in mind that I would only be fucking Leda, leaving Sam unmolested. We settled on performing that Friday night, just three days away. Everyone was excited.