Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2021 19:19:45 +0000 (UTC) From: Boy Daddy Subject: BOY DADDY, Pt. 29 "Boy Daddy" -- Badgod69@yahoo.com The following is a work of fiction. It is not based on any real events or people. Shoot me an email -- I like hearing from readers. Please, consider donating to Nifty, and keep porn free. BOY DADDY, Part 29 When Sam got home from school that Friday afternoon, he told me everything was set for the next day. Leda and Nick would go directly to the little house and get ready for us, while Felipe would meet us an hour early here at the big house. I was determined to get him stoned, half-drunk, and uncontrollably horny before we three went over to join Nick and Leda at 6 p.m., just because I wanted to see how depraved Felipe could get with my kids. Felipe arrived at 5 p.m., right on time, as Leda had instructed him. His landscaping truck, usually streaked with mud and festooned with garden debris, was clean and shiny, and his hair had been freshly cut. Clearly, he had cleaned-up both he and his truck for the occasion of fucking my daughter. I thought it was sweetly thoughtful. "Qué onda, mi amigo loco?" he shouted, already in high good-spirits. "Qué onda, vato?" he said to Sam. As soon as he came inside, I passed him the bong that Sam and I were using, and he took a couple of deep hits before passing it to Sam. "Want a shot, amigo?" I asked him, already moving to the drinks cart. Before he could answer, I shoved a tumbler of tequila into his hand. "Drink up, buddy. It'll make you fuck crazy, the way Leda likes it," I laughed. "Hell yeah," Sam squeezed out, holding in his breath before loudly exhaling a cloud of pungent smoke. "You gonna fuck her in the ass?" Sam snickered, eyes focused on the huge mound of Felipe's crotch under the dirty denim of his work jeans. I was kind of surprised that Felipe hadn't changed his clothes after work and put on clean garb. After all, he'd washed his truck and gotten a haircut. "Coño, primero!" Felipe laughed. To me, he asked, "Your daughter, she likes it in el culo?", a slight frown on his handsomely-weathered mug. I laughed. "She likes it any and every way! Ass, pussy, mouth, between her tits -- she's a total cock slut, ese!" "She's a cum whore," Sam added, a tremor of excitement in his voice, enjoying the perverse thrill of prodding the Mexican's libido. Felipe leered a ferocious smile at us, and said loudly, "A huevo! Then I'll fuck your pequeñas hija puta, your little whore of a daughter en todos los sentidos!" He threw his head back and roared a nasty laugh, his mouth so wide that I could see his gold-crowned molars gleam. He clapped us on our backs like we were his new best friends. We sat around and finished our drinks and refilled the bong a few times, while I played a video of Leda and Nick fucking like animals in one of their more spectacular sessions. I figured it'd get Felipe hard fast and make his fuck-lust for Leda skyrocket. He started rubbing the mound of his crotch while staring intently at the screen. "Damn, ese, they look so fucking hot together! I'd like to fuck the boy, too, tu hijo. El culo de ese chico es tan jodidamente caliente! I want to fuck them both, dos pequeñas putas!" "Be my guest, hombre! They're both waitin' for ya," I laughed, pouring him another shot. "Oh, yeah? I thought it would just be tu hija. But if tu hijo is there, too, that's muy bueno," he slurred. "We'll be there, too," Sam said. "We're gonna watch," he added with a smutty snicker. Felipe perked-up and grinned. "Te gusta watch me fuck tus niños?" he said to me, another sneering smile on his face. "Mmm-hmm. I love watchin' my kids get fucked; turns me on big time," I answered. He looked at me curiously, a conspiratorial gleam in his eyes, then laughed, low and dirty. "A huevo! Esta muy padre!" he said. The video finished playing, and I turned the TV off. We had about 10 minutes left before we had to leave for the little house. "How many kids -- niños -- you got, ese?" Sam asked Felipe. He sighed and glanced at the ceiling, doing some mental math. "Mmmm...tres muchachas, quatro muchachos, and three new babies -- two more boys and another girl," he said. "Siete niños; seven kids with my wife, three with mi hijas." He barked out a short, proud laugh, his eyes like slits. "What'd you do back in Mexico?" I asked. "What kinda work?" He adjusted his crotch with his big, brown hand. There was dirt under his nails. "I owned a viña -- a vineyard, but también tenia un bar -- I also had a bar. I supplied all the viño for la iglesia y el monasterio. And the putas. For the town, y el monasterio, both!" "Nice. Did you whore your daughters?" I asked. Felipe scowled at me before answering. "No, no. Mi hijas are not putas! Only for me and my sons." Sam asked if he had photos of his kids. He pulled out his greasy wallet and slid out a few photos, handing them to Sam. After a few seconds perusal, Sam passed them to me. "Wow," I muttered. ""Pretty girls. And your sons are really handsome. How old are the boys now?" Pointing them out as he named them, he said, "Armando tiene 26 años; Fernando, he's 22; Reynaldo's 19; and the youngest is Jesus, he's 14." "You fucked `em all?" Sam blurted out, already half-lit. Felipe chuckled. "Si, si, but not for a long time now. Now they're hombres; so, no más." "You'll only fuck boys? Besides pussy, I mean?" "Until they get demasiado peludo, too hairy, and their voices go profundas," he said, making his voice crack comically as he shot us a wink. "Got it. So, like, it's not gay." He nodded emphatically. "No, no, no es gay. Is not gay." Sam was on a roll. "Cool. Hey, wanna hear a joke? What's the difference between a fag and a refrigerator?" After a beat, he said, "A refrigerator doesn't fart when you pull out the meat!" and cackled like a devil. Felipe laughed loudest of all. I poured each of us a final shot. We tossed it back, then prepared to cross the overgrown property that would take us to Leda's pussy. All of us were pretty shit-faced by the time we left the big house. Sam and I took the lead, with Felipe following a few paces behind. We were staggering and weaving our way along, laughing and behaving like drunken frat boys. At one point, I looked back to make sure Felipe was still following, but he was gone. Sam quickly found him pissing behind a bush. I joined them and we all took a long, satisfying piss, our hot, steaming streams crossing and sparkling in the fading sunlight. Felipe had opened his dirty jeans; the big, Western silver buckle of his belt hanging below his dusky balls, accentuating the black hairs against the gleaming silver. His thick, squat fingers with their dirty nails lightly held his fat prick as he tried to keep his aim, but without much success. My cock was bloating fast the longer I stared at the dark, meaty prick across from me. I envied Leda. A buzzing insect passed my ear and I shook my head. A second later, a fly landed on Felipe's dick and stayed there until he laughed and shook it off. The image of that fly on his dick sent my libido through the roof as filthy fantasies flooded my mind. Sam broke my reverie by saying, "Did you come right from work or somethin'? I mean, your hands are still hella dirty..." My eyes shot up to Felipe's face, and my dick calmed down some. "She tells me `I want you to be dirty like you just come from los campos -- the fields; don't take bath for a day and then take me like that, unwashed.' I think to myself, ah!, a true little puta, a real whore who likes it sucio!" He spat on the ground, then looked at us and laughed sardonically. I knew he was challenging me, testing me, seeing how far he could go before I got pissed-off at how he was talking about my kids. This was an old-school test of dominance and Latin machismo. It turned me on, I have to admit. "Fuck, güey, a esa perra gusta sucio! The little bitch likes raunch. She's a real pervertida, vato!" I chuckled, gloating brazenly, proudly boasting. His face dropped its challenging aspect, and he grinned at me fondly. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me close to his side, giving me a drunken kiss on the cheek. "Haha, ese, you loco! Te amo, hermano; tú también, hijo! I'm horny as un puto perro, so let's go get some sweet, young cuño!" he slurred, laughing as he shoved his fat prick back into his dirty jeans and buttoned up. I took a second to take a mental photo of him. He looked like a typical Mexican lawn guy, the ones you see taking care of people's gardens all over town -- scuffed boots, dirt on the knees, baseball cap pulled down low over his forehead. He wore an old, dark green workman's shirt, completely unbuttoned, and under it a grungy-looking wife-beater, the chest stained with dirt and sweat. A Jesus-on-the-cross crucifix on a gold chain hung around his dark, sun-bronzed neck. Though he had a thick, black mustache and a heavy scruff, what I could see of his upper chest was smooth. I wondered how hairy his body was, then drunkenly remembered I'd be seeing it in just a few minutes. Helping each other maneuver the rest of the short walk, we quickly found ourselves at the back door of the little house. I unlocked it and ushered them in, closing and locking the door behind me. Sam led the way to the living room, where he had earlier stacked three mattresses atop one another and covered them with a clean white sheet. The only other furniture left in the room was our old sofa. The sight that greeted us couldn't have been more enticing. Leda sat on the sofa, her legs spread-eagled, offering us a stunningly lewd beaver shot, the fingers of one hand diddling her pussy a mile a minute. She laughed breathlessly when she saw us, not missing a beat as she continued playing with herself. "A huevo!" Felipe shouted, then laughed low in his throat, his lips curling as he moistened them with his thick red tongue. His hands immediately went to his belt. With a few deft movements, he unbuckled it and opened his jeans, shoved his hand inside his pants, and hauled out his stiffening brown prick. Knees bent and leaning back a bit like he was about to attack her with a sword, he grasped it by the hairy root with both hands and waved and shook it at my daughter. Leda stopped masturbating and spread her arms along the back of the sofa, staring at Felipe with a dreamy look in her languid eyes. "Are you dirty?" she purred at him. "Si, si. Sucio y maloliente; sudoroso. Apesto mal!" he growled, then sniffed his pits and laughed like a fiend. He spoke too fast for me to understand what he'd said. Leda's Spanish was much better than mine, and apparently what he'd said pleased her. She didn't smile, but simply pointed to the floor in front of her. "Come here, papi. Ven a oler mi coño," she purred at him, spreading her legs even wider and stroking her silky pubes. Felipe practically threw himself on his knees in front of her, leaning forward and bending his head down to her cunt, his face hovering so close to it that his breath riffled her pubic hair. He inhaled deeply and gave an odd, throaty laugh. "Oh, madre de Dios, you smell like Cielo, puta! I'd pay anything you asked te comas tu coño," he squealed. "It's free for you, papi," she murmured, "always." Leda was being outrageously lascivious, and she was turning us all on. I could tell from how she looked at Felipe that she was feeling adventurous and completely uninhibited. She really was acting like a whore, and it thrilled me. Then I remembered that she and Nick were tripping on Molly. She took Felipe's hands in hers and briefly examined them, slowly turning them over to see both sides. A soft gasp escaped her pretty, parted lips when she saw his nails, and she chuckled seductively. In one smooth motion, she took his hand and placed it between her legs, then closed her thighs and squeezed tight. At the same time, she leaned down and gave him a long, whimpering kiss. When she pulled back from the kiss, she opened her legs wide again, smiling down like a Madonna at his upturned, enraptured face. "Ven a comer, papi," she whispered. "Eat up!" All us guys let out an involuntary groan. Felipe placed both hands on her labia and spread them apart, his dirty fingers and nails quickly soaked in her lubricity. He leaned down and lapped deeply at her gash, making her nearly swoon. Sam and I were watching the display with Nick, who was already naked when we got there. He wasn't stroking himself, wasn't touching himself at all, but his stiff prick was bouncing and throbbing to the beat of his heart. He looked sexy, the Molly making his eyes shine and his face glow with an oily, sweaty sheen. Felipe pulled back and wiped his lower face on his arm. I got a good look at him before he wiped, and sure enough, his black mustache was shiny and wet from Leda's cunt, just as I had imagined. Still staring beatifically at him, Leda stuck her fingers inside herself, slipping them in and out until they were slimy, then pulled them out and sensuously rubbed her fingertips in little circles around her stiff nipples. She went back for another dip, then brought her cunt-scented fingers up to her throat and lightly touched the pulse points, and then behind her ears. Felipe was mesmerized watching Leda anoint herself as if with a fine perfume. He rose onto his knees and leaned in again, gently inhaling as he roamed over Leda's face and neck, then down to her breasts. "Ah, Reina de Putas!" he gasped, then clamped his lips on her nipple and suckled it before moving to her other breast and doing the same. "You smell like la madre de todas las coños..." He sank back down again onto his haunches. Like a slave or a dog in its lust, he groveled at her feet. Leda leaned forward and threw the shirt off his shoulders, then tugged at the ragged hem of his filthy wife-beater and pulled it up, then off. Felipe scrambled to his feet just long enough to shuck his jeans and dingey briefs down his legs and yank them off, tossing them aside without even glancing to see where they'd land. By the time they hit the floor, he was on his knees again, his face buried in my daughter's cunt, jacking himself off with one hand. Finally, I got to see him naked. I'd been so curious about him, and now I got my answers. His upper body was smooth, except for a slight circlet of black hair around each of his puffy nipples, and a sparse patch of hair in the center of his chest. His armpits were carpeted with thickets of wet hair. More coarse, black hair began appearing on his lower belly, consolidating into a thick treasure trail before exploding into the jungle of his pubes. Hair spread between his thighs before abruptly thinning, leaving the rest of his lower body fairly smooth. When he'd resumed his position in front of Leda, I got a good look at his ass. The meaty cheeks were bare, but the crack and asshole were lined with hair. Leda's fingers were entwined in the thick hair of his head, pulling and tugging at it in her delirium while he gorged on her pussy. Gasps and squeals of pleasure stopped abruptly when she said, "Your dick. Muestrame la verga. Show it to me." Again, Felipe hurried to rise, then placed his fists on his hips and thrust out his pelvis, proudly wagging his massive, hard cock back and forth. Laughing nastily, deep in his throat, he said, "Oler mi verga, Santa Coño!" Leda giggled when he called her `Saint Pussy' and reached for his hips to pull him closer to her. When his crotch was a few inches from her face, she leaned in and smelled his dick. "Ahh, si, si..." she muttered before licking the shaft and swirling her talented tongue around the corona. Felipe gritted his teeth and sucked in his breath, nearly out of his head. "Smell mis bolas. Mis bolas estãn tan sudadas que son pegajosas!" he gasped. "What'd he say?" Nick asked. He knew less Spanish than any of us. "He told her to smell his balls, that they're sweaty and sticky," I answered. "I bet they smell strong," he murmured, more to himself than to anyone else. Felipe's nuts fascinated me, mostly because of how dark they were, a dark grayish-purple; almost black compared to our white-boy balls. The sound of Nick's voice caught Felipe's attention. Looking over his shoulder to where the three of us stood watching, he jerked his head and barked, "Eh, puto!" We didn't know who he was talking to, so we just stared at him until he waved Nick over and gestured for him to sit next to Leda. "Aqui, maricón," he repeated. I had to laugh. He kept calling Nick a fag, and Nick didn't even know it. It was hot as hell. With Nick seated right next to Leda, Felipe now had access to both at once. He flaunted his dick in Nick's innocent face, and always a good boy, my youngest son took it down his throat like the expert cocksucker he is. When he started bobbing his head up and down on it, the Mexican let loose with a string of Spanish curse words, only a few of which I caught -- cabrõn; chingada; hijo de puta; chuparme las pelotas. As Nick sucked him off, Leda fondled Felipe's meaty ass before she stealthily slid a finger up his shitter. "No, no, no, no, no!" he shouted, spinning around to face her. "Nada me pasa por mi culo!" Leda laughed melodiously at his alarm. "I want the smell of your ass on my fingers so I have something nice to smell tonight when I fall asleep," she purred. He gave her a look that meant he didn't fully understand, so she repeated it in Spanish. "Quiero el olor de tu en mis dedos asi que tengo algo agradable que oler esta noche cuando me duermo." A slow grin spread across his face as he stared at her, until finally he gave a loud sigh, laughed, and patted Leda's cheek. "OK; pero sólo un poco," he chuckled. Leda nodded coyly as he prepared to turn back to Nick for more cocksucking. "No puedo negarte nada, Santa Coño!" he added, giving her a lecherous wink. Just as Felipe winked, with cartoon timing, Nick stuck his squirmy tongue into the Mexican's ass crack. Felipe nearly jumped out of his skin, but then laughed and deigned to let Nick eat out his ass. Momentarily unengaged, Leda took the opportunity to move from the sofa to the stacked mattresses. Climbing onto them with the sinuous grace of a cat, she looked over at me and Sam and smiled. "Why do you still have your clothes on?" she asked with a chuckle. "You look like tourists." We scrambled out of our clothes fast, and before we were done, Felipe and Nick had moved to the mattresses to rejoin Leda. Before climbing on, Felipe pulled Nick's face to his and gave him a deep, wet kiss. When they separated, Felipe sneered a half-smile at Nick and said, "Your breath smells like ass; your spit tastes like mi culo, my asshole." Nick just nodded and smiled at him. "You taste good," he said. "Maricón," Felipe muttered under his breath. But I heard him. As soon as he was on top of the mattresses, Felipe pulled Leda to him. They made out for a bit, and then with great gusto he tossed her onto her back and shoved his dripping prick into her cunt. Immediately, he began fucking like a rabbit, his ass moving so fast it seemed to blur. Leda's voice came in bouncing bursts as she moaned from Felipe's strenuous, unrelenting pounding. "Chingarme!" she shouted, over and over. "Fuck me, daddy, fuck me like you fucked tu hijas!" Felipe growled out a sharp, mean-spirited laugh, then licked her face. "Ninguna de mis hijas tiene el coño de una santa puta like you do!" As Leda squealed with delight, Nick said, "What?" Sam and I laughed. I called out, "He said, none of his daughters have a holy cunt like your sister's!" Nick just snorted and gave a one-shouldered shrug. "I bet my butt is as good as her pussy," he groused. "Tell him!" Sam encouraged his brother. "How do I say it in Spanish?" Nick asked. "Say: `Vete a la mierda..." Sam began. "Vete a la mierda..." Nick said, tugging at Felipe's elbow. "...con mi culo..." "...con mi culo..." "...y no querrás... "...y no querrás... "...más coño!" "...más coño!" Me and Sam laughed like hell. "Good!" Sam said, "Now, again: Vete a la mierda con mi culo..." "Vete a la mierda con mi culo..." Nick repeated. "...y no querrás más coño!" "...y no querrás más coño!" Nick finished, delighted with himself. "What'd I just say?" Laughing, Sam replied, "That once he fucks your ass, he won't want pussy anymore!" Both boys laughed nastily, one of the sexiest sounds in the world. Felipe, never missing a fuck-beat, turned his head to Nick and gave him a withering look of incredulity. "Qué? Qué diablos? Te voy a joder el culo en cuanto acabe con su coño. Espero tu turno, maricón." I shouted out, "He says he bets you're right, Nick!", and Sam and I fell into each other, snickering like schoolboys. Of course, that wasn't what Felipe had said, at all. But it was good enough for Nick, and he beamed happily at the Mexican. "Why does he keep calling me a `butterfly', though?" he asked uncomprehendingly. "Huh? A butterfly?!" Sam said. "Just now he said something like `Esperanto, maricón' -- something `butterfly'," Nick said. "He called me it before, too." Sam and I looked at each other quizzically, and then it dawned on me that Nick had meant the word `mariposa'-- `butterfly', not `maricón' -- `faggot'. Sam figured it out a moment later and was just about to say something snarky to his brother, but I spoke first, giving Sam a `don't' look. He stopped himself just in time. "I don't really know, buddy. I think maybe he means something else. Whatever; don't worry about it, dude," I said. Pausing his fuck in order to maneuver Leda into a new position, Felipe grinned at us and said, "You wanna take a turn before I finish?" motioning to Leda with a jerk of his head. Sam and I shot each other a confirming look. "Nah, ese, go ahead. We'll go after. We like it sloppy," I said. Felipe shrugged and turned back to Leda. She was on all-fours now, and he licked her ass cheeks before sliding his cock up her gash. Bored, Nick positioned himself in front of his sister and offered her his dick to suck. Felipe's eyes narrowed, but he watched every move they made. Leda took her little brother's cock in her mouth and sucked him off until he started whining and whimpering. Not wanting him to cum yet, she backed off and squeezed the corona, stopping him from cumming. "Save it, Nicky, force it back" she said to him. "We've got lots of time." Felipe picked up steam and slammed into Leda, hard. Unmistakable sounds of his building orgasm started to fill the room, and soon he was bellowing like a rutting bull as he prepared to blow. "Oh, Papi! Papi, you violas mi coño so good! Desearia ser tu hija, sexy papi, para que pudieras embarazarme!" Nick looked at me and Sam, a hopelessly lost expression on his face, and shrugged. Sam barked out, "She said she'd like to be his daughter so he could get her knocked-up!" The three of us laughed. Leda's cried were building in intensity along with Felipe's grunts and groans, both of them babbling filth in Spanish at each other. After a series of rapidly escalating grunts, Felipe roared out, "Oh, joder, voy a esperma!", and bucked into Leda's cunt so brutally hard that the mattresses shifted. Sam and I started hooting and clapping as Felipe's balls slammed against her ass and contracted repeatedly, shooting his seed deep into Leda's fertile body. I made a silent wish that she'd get pregnant. Spent, Felipe collapsed at Leda's side. She lay down beside him, her pussy wet and slimy. Nick eyed Felipe's softening cock lolling on his thigh, a drop of sperm seeping from the head. Climbing over them, he reclined next to Felipe and leaned his head down to the Mexican's dirty prick. Without a word, Nick took Felipe's cock in his mouth and slowly sucked all the pussy and cum funk off it. While Nick worked, Felipe made sneering comments, none of which Nick understood. "Speak in English. En inglés. No sabe suficiente español to figure out what you're saying," Leda told him. "My English no es tan bueno," he replied. "That's OK," she said. "It'll be better than hablando en español." Felipe sighed and gave a short grunt. He pushed Nick's head away from his crotch and sat up, motioning for Nick to follow him. Climbing off the mattresses, he led Nick over to the sofa and gestured for him to lean over the back. Nick smiled, and said, "You're gonna rape my ass, aren't you?" "Si, si," Felipe answered. "Te mostraré cómo me cogi a mis hijos." "En inglés," Leda reminded him. Again, Felipe grumbled. "I show you how I fuck my sons," he said. Nick giggled. "OK, cool!" he beamed, draping himself over the sofa back and pushing out his little butt. My younger son looked so god-damned cute. At 14, he was tall and thin, wiry and well-formed. Everything on Nick seemed to be sharp angles -- elbows, knees, shoulders, hips. His feet were huge, as were his hands. "How old were they the first time you did it with `em?" he asked. Felipe gave a short laugh. "Younger than you," he said. "Maybe 9 or 10." "And they fuck their sisters, too?" Now that Felipe was speaking English, Nick was full of questions. "Sure," he answered. Nick hummed with delight. "That's hella cool," he snickered. While I watched this scenario play out, Sam moved to the mattresses and stuck his fingers in his sister's pussy. When he pulled them out, he smelled them. "Hell yeah, pretty good load. Nice and seedy," he mumbled to himself. Leda laughed, and said, "Why don't you add yours?", spreading her legs wide to show off her sex. Without a word, Sam got on the mattresses, leaned over his sister and shoved his tongue in her mouth. After a few moments of deep kissing, he began to feverishly fondle and maul her body, finally climbing on top of her and fucking her like a brute. By this time, Felipe had slid his prick up Nick's ass and was pounding away as Nick tried to keep from screaming. The expression on his flushed, twisted face betrayed how painfully huge the Mexican's hard dick was as it plunged relentlessly in and out of his tortured asshole. "Oh, man, your cock is so big!" Nick panted. "Fucking Jesus...!" The more Nick thrashed and moaned, the better Felipe liked it. With sadistic glee, he completely withdrew and then plunged in again, each time making Nick shriek. Fellipe was having the time of his life. "You got a great culo, puto! It's nice and tight on mi verga," he said. "Me gusta cómo gritas; I like how you scream!" My breath was coming faster, and I could feel the blood pound in my ears. "Punch his guts with that big, fuckin', Mexican prick!" I shouted at Felipe. "Fuck him so hard he'll never forget it!" Nick was clearly being pushed to his limits by the unrelenting ferocity of Felipe's pounding. I couldn't hold myself back any longer, no longer capable of being only an observer. I got up and staggered to the sofa, then stepped up onto it. Grabbing Nick's head by the hair, I yanked up on it and stuffed his shouting mouth full of my cock, then started fucking his face. I was really slamming; my hairy, smelly balls slapping against his chin, my thick pubes clogging his nostrils. It looked hot as hell, and my libido quickly ratcheted up to its limit. I was going fuck-crazy. Felipe cackled when he saw how hard I was giving it to Nick. "Treat him like el maricon que es!" he laughed. His lecherous braying was infectious, and I started laughing, too. "C'mon, bitch, swallow my fuckin' dick, ya little faggot," I barked at Nick. "Ahh, si, si!" said Felipe. Bored with Nick's position, Felipe hauled him to his feet and, grabbing him by the back of his neck, forced Nick onto his back on the sofa. I scrambled off the couch to give them room, stood to the side, and considered my next move on Nick. Felipe knelt on the couch before Nick, lifted my son's legs and held them aloft, then rammed his dripping horse cock up Nick's ass. Nick's size-13 feet waved in the air, his hands clutching wildly at the sofa cushions. His mouth was wide open, and he yelped loudly with every brutal thrust Felipe made. I had a sudden inspiration. Slowly lowering my sweating ass directly onto Nick's face, I felt it make contact with his nose. I rubbed my sticky shitter back and forth until I was sure that all he could smell was the fine stink of my asshole. Felipe loved it. He fucked even harder, hocked up a wad of spit, and hurled it at Nick where it spattered on his chest. "Shit on his face, ese," Felipe barked at me. I wrinkled my nose. "Eww, gross. No. Not into that at all, dude," I said. He sneered. "Por qué no? You're into everything else that's filthy." He had a point, I'll admit; but I didn't have an answer. I ignored him and continued molesting Nick. I got off his face and knelt down to sniff it to see if it smelled as good as I hoped. It did. His face smelled exactly like my shitter -- fertile and swampy, moist with ass sweat. I licked his face all over, stopping every now and again to shove my tongue inside his mouth, making him gag from the sudden ferocity. Felipe was huffing and whining, slapping Nick's ass hard with the flat of his big hand. Again, I stood erect, watching them teeter on the edge of cumming. Suddenly, Felipe roared and tossed back his head. "Cerca, tan cerca..." he rasped out. With perfect timing, I started pissing on Nick's face and chest, at the very moment Nick unleashed his own load, sperm arching up and splashing like a fountain all over his abs and chest. My hot piss washed it away as it landed, soaking the sofa cushions beneath him. I didn't care; it was an old sofa. I still had a fairly full bladder, so I aimed my stream at Felipe's crotch, dousing him as he frantically pumped Nick's ass. "Hey, puto!" he shouted, leaping back and withdrawing his dick. His brows were knit and his eyes flashed. "No me mee encima; no piss on me!" I laughed at his distress and as Nick recovered and caught his breath, he joined in. Felipe was caught between being pissed-off and turned-on, laughing despite himself. "I didn't get to cum yet," he complained between laughs. "Mis bolas aún están llenas, still full." Sam spoke up from the mattresses. "You still got more ass to fuck, hombre," he said, giving a significant glance at his sister. Felipe moved back to Leda and turned her over onto her stomach. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and got them slick with spit, then rubbed them over her asshole. Just as he was about to push into her, I had a better idea. "Wait a sec, stop," I called out, determined to reposition them. I leapt onto the mattresses and made them move out of my way. Laying myself on my back, Leda instinctively knew to straddle my hips and slowly lowered her pussy onto my rigid cock. Felipe seemed confused about what he was supposed to do, so Leda leaned forward until he could see her asshole while my prick began ravaging her sloppy cunt. "You want it, papi?" she purred at him. "Quieres mi culo?" He growled and maneuvered himself behind her, and in seconds I could feel him roar up Leda's ass as we fucked her together. Leda was going out of her head, swearing, screaming and moaning like a good whore. "Ohh, puta...tu culo es tan increíble como tu coño. Tan apretado y cálido," Felipe panted as he bucked in and out of her fragrant anus. Leda's luscious tits were bouncing right in front of me and I kept trying to catch her nipples between my snapping teeth. Finally, I caught one and greedily suckled it, whimpering like a big, over-grown puppy. Leda hissed in her breath and giggled. "You silly boy..." my daughter chortled at me. A perverted thrill coursed through my body when she called me that, and I fucked with renewed abandon. I was surrounded by steamy, sweating flesh, reeking of sex and lust. Every time I breathed in, I could almost taste the combination of smells, something like raw meat and mushrooms. A new letch wriggled through my demented brain. I let my cock slide out of Leda's cunt and stealthily moved it to her asshole, stuffed full of Felipe's thrusting meat. When he felt my cock head press against his gliding shaft, he slowed his fuck until he came to a halt, allowing me to force my dick inside, now sliding against his, making him tremble and moan. I could sense that Felipe was freaked-out by the sensations, one moment reveling in what he felt, the next vaguely horrified. The sensation of another man's cock pressed tight against his, and the pleasure he got from it, must have made him question his manhood. His expression was fascinating, horror and delight each vying for supremacy on his face. But this new thrill was enough to overcome whatever misgivings he had, and we resumed fucking my daughter's ass. Leda was screaming and moaning like a stuck pig, a real whore shrieking her pain and pleasure at having her tortured asshole split wide open, her guts crammed with two thrusting pricks, like a massive battering ram. I kept my eyes focused on his. He stared at me as we fucked, and I was somehow able to convey to him that this was all perfectly natural, just two straight guys having some fun. He visibly relaxed and actually winked at me, sharing the unspoken `joke'. We didn't last long. The overwhelming pleasure of frotting inside a tight ass was too much for us. We gasped and grunted as we picked up speed, Felipe slinging sweat from his face and hair every time he tossed his head in bliss, sprinkling me and Leda while I brutally raped her mouth with my depraved tongue. When I knew I was about to nut, I made sure not to shout or announce it. I wanted Felipe to experience the debauched surprise of having his cock bathed in another guy's sperm, trapped inside a young bitch's ass. He gasped when he felt the first blast of my jizz slather his dick as it rocketed up Leda's guts. With each succeeding jet, his mouth opened wider and soon he was bellowing as he shot off, his cum whipping together with mine inside my daughter's rectum as we churned it over and over. I don't know how many times my body heaved with spasms of release; Felipe shook and jerked like a marionette. All the while, Leda keened and moaned, sounding more animal than human. At last her cries quieted, and when Felipe pulled out of her ass and flopped onto his back at my side, she sighed so luxuriously that my cock gave a final sweet little squirt of seed before I pulled out, too. When I had uncunted, Leda climbed off me. As she clambered over, sperm dripped like honey from her over-worked pussy onto the sex-stained sheet. Pausing, she giggled sweetly, then bore down, forcing our combined cum to squirt out of her ravaged asshole, then collapsed beside me. The three of us lay there, completely spent, humming and snickering with pleasure. "Fuuuuuck..." Felipe growled. "That was jodidamente increible, Dios mio..." He let out a long, low whistle of amazement. "Tu hija es un demonio santo, hermano! She fucks como nada que haya visto antes. Her coño...the best I ever had. Swear to God. Mis hijas, pft! They are nothing! Es una mujer de verdad, a real puta! Dios te bendiga y te perdone, Santa Coño!" His sentiments were sweet, but we laughed like hell. Leda raised her head and shot Felipe a wink, saying, "God bless and forgive you, too, papi! And as your Saint Pussy, I give you my blessing, as well. But I demand veneración for it." Felipe gave a half-hearted laugh, not sure if Leda was serious or not. "Oh, I will light candles in church in your honor, Madonna," he said, and we both knew he meant it. Leda leaned over my body, and the two of them kissed lustily for a good 30 seconds before dropping back at my sides. Sam and Nick had gravitated to the mattresses and now climbed on. With all five of us on it, we were cramped and pressed close together. Felipe didn't seem to mind at all when Nick cuddled into his side and tweaked his puffy Mexican nipples. Sam leaned into me for some voracious kisses, alternating between me and his sister. Within a minute or so, the bed was a churning sea of flesh. We were a many-limbed monstrosity, writhing over and among each other. Finally, we were satiated. As we clambered off the mattresses, Sam went into the kitchen and returned with a full bottle of tequila and 5 plastic cups. I immediately headed to my pants, from which I pulled five joints I had rolled earlier. "I knew we'd wanna take a break and have something to drink," Sam smiled, handing us each a cup and pouring the liquor. While he poured, I handed out the joints. Felipe tossed his back and held out his cup for a refill. After two more shots, he set down his cup and sprawled on the sofa, then lit up his joint. "Hey, ese, show Leda the photo of your sons," I said to him, guessing that she'd find them as sexy as I did. "Bring me my jeans, puto," he said to Nick, treating him like a servant. When Nick complied, he pulled out the photo and showed it to Leda. Her eyes went wide and a huge grin spread across her face. "Hot damn," she laughed, "they're really hot! Do they ever come visit you?" Felipe shook his head `no'. "I haven't seen them in two years," he said. "You should invite them here," I said. "Hell, they could stay with me and Sam if they wanted to." Felipe laughed and shot me a suspicious look. "Ahh, you just like to fuck them, no?" I laughed at his bluntness. "Maybe," I said. "Well, I do," Leda added, and we all laughed. "What do they do in Mexico?" Sam asked. Felipe's eyes brightened and he became more animated as he talked about his boys. "Armando y Fernando, they are both priests in the church. Reynaldo, he's drug dealer and works in the bar; Jesus, he's still in school. He likes to be an artist." Of course, we all seized on the fact that his two oldest sons were priests. Sam hooted and said, "Wait, dude! They fucked their sisters, right? And they're priests?" "And I bet they fuck around with the other priests, too, right?" I asked. "Do they fuck the altar boys?" asked Nick, snickering. Felipe didn't have time to answer one question before he was asked another. Leda said, "Do they only fuck boys, or do they fuck the nuns, too?" "Oh, si, si," Felipe answered. "They enter the priesthood for this!" He looked at us like we were dense. "They don't worry about getting busted, por ser arrestados?" He cackled and wagged his finger at me. "No, no, no! They are careful. But most of the people know, and many poor families offer their boys to the priests, in hope of gaining favors. It is lucky to be chosen. They pay the parents and make gifts to them. Food; a tiny plot of land; animals; seed -- whatever is needed most. They are taken care of." That was one of the most sensible things I'd ever heard of a church doing. Value for value. Sam and Nick were full of questions and didn't let up until Felipe had satisfied their curiosity. By this time, we had all recuperated and were nicely buzzed from the tequila and weed. Felipe was blearily wasted, but still horny and ready for more. He wobbled when he stood up to go take a piss, and staggered his way down the hall, laughing. "I'm too drunk to drive, amigos!" he shouted from the bathroom. We could hear the strong stream of his piss crash into the toilet bowl, with intermittent blips of silence when he must have missed the bowl and pissed on the floor. The sound made my cock give a lazy lurch, and my balls gently roil. "I want him to fuck me," I said to my kids. They all agreed that we should fuck, and the boys started jerking off in anticipation. Finally, the piss stream stopped with a few final squirts, followed by a long fart. And no flush. Felipe half-staggered down the hallway and stood before us lazily scratching his low-hanging nuts. He struggled to focus and grinned lecherously as his gaze wandered over each of us. Leda spread her legs and opened herself with her fingers, like splitting open a luscious fig. Felipe growled like a dog and took a lurching step towards her, his fat prick hardening fast and wagging drunkenly. "Stick your dick up my daddy's ass, papi. I wanna see you fuck him," Leda purred. "Then Sam. And then I'll suck your verga," she added, giggling like a little girl as her fingers diddled inside her cunt. "Ahhh, no, Santa Coño, I don't fuck grown men. I am not homosexual, and they would like it too much." "Awww, c'mon, papi," she whined charmingly, "you don't have to do it for long. Just long enough for me to see your dick slide in and out a bunch of times. Hey, then you can say you've fucked the whole family, all of us!" She gave a delighted little laugh, and Felipe's resistance melted away. Laughing, he nodded at her and gave her a wink. "OK, Santa Coño, but just for you!" He grabbed his dick and began stroking it to full hardness, and by the time I had kneeled on the sofa with my hairy ass thrust up and out for him, he was right behind me, eager to stab his fat prick up my shitter. I reached behind me and rubbed my fingers hard over my hole, bearing down to make it pucker and show its pink lips through the matted hair, then inserted two fingers and furiously worked them in and out, signaling that I wanted it rough and crude. "Puto," he laughed nastily as he draped his sweaty, heaving body over mine and sent his hard cock roaring up my ass, ramming it like a baseball bat into my rectum. I howled like a bitch, the searing pain of his unlubed cock nearly unbearable. The more I thrashed and yelled, the meaner he laughed and the harder he shoved. The kids were awed, laughing breathlessly and gasping at the spectacle of their father being fucked like a squealing whore. My sons' fists were a blur as they pounded their cocks, eyes glazed with a smutty languor, breathing heavily through their slack-jawed mouths. Leda praised and encouraged Felipe, her fingers furiously working inside her cunt, eyes huge and shiny with drugs and depraved thrills. "Oooo, Daddy, you look so hot getting fucked hard, you sexy boy!" she babbled breathlessly. With a smack on my ass, Felipe suddenly withdrew from my shitter and moved to give Sam his turn. I gasped and groaned from the sudden evacuation, my asshole raw and throbbing, starved for more of his fat, torturous dick. I flopped over onto my back. Sam was already in position on the floor, also on his back, his legs pulled back and displaying his hairy, pulsing anus. Felipe dropped to his knees in front of Sam with his hips thrust forward, displaying his dirty, glistening dick. "Suck it, puto," he drunkenly growled at Sam, "make it wet!" Quick as lightning, Sam adjusted himself and chowed down on Felipe's prick, smelly and sweetly foul from my ass. He hummed in bliss while he savored the Mexican's marinated meat. Suddenly, he spat it out and threw himself onto his back again, saying, "Now fuck me!" Sam's eyes looked crazily shiny and big. I could tell he was fiending to get his ass reamed hard and wasn't about to wait any longer. "C'mon, bro, rape my ass, fucker!" he barked at Felipe, grinning like Satan himself. With a scornful blast of a laugh, Felipe aimed his wet dick at Sam's shithole and started to push in. Sam was so horny that his ass muscles clenched firmly on Felipe's dick and sucked him in like a vacuum. The surprise on Felipe's face was hilarious, and we all laughed at him. "Ohhhhh, fuck, puto...si, si, ese!" he moaned as Sam clenched and unclenched his ass muscles, milking Felipe's cock without him even thrusting. "C'mon, vato, rape my ass like you fucked your sons the first time!" Sam shouted at him, half out of his head with the filthy fantasy he was playing in his mind. Felipe growled and hoisted Sam's legs up onto his shoulders, then leaned into him. The force he now used to fuck Sam was brutal, and Sam yelped and whined from the intensity. Felipe laughed evilly and spat repeatedly in Sam's face, muttering a stream of invective in both Spanish and English. The sound of it was demonic, and it made my hard dick jerk like a marionette. I could imagine him coming home drunk, falling into his son's bed and roughly seizing the kid in his arms, blasting hot alcohol breath into the kid's face as he called him a faggot and a whore, drunkenly groping the boy's tender, hairless genitals and mauling the little ass cheeks. I could see him roughly ram his dripping cock up his son's virgin ass, his big, sweaty hand clamped over the kid's shrieking mouth. Suddenly, he dropped Sam's legs off his shoulders and pulled out of his ass. Sam yelped from the suddenness and then slowly writhed around, obviously eager for more dick, before sitting up and joining me on the sofa. Felipe had moved to where Leda sat on the arm of the sofa. He slid his fingers into her pussy and hummed deep in his throat, while he stroked his ass-slimed prick with his other hand. Leda took his fingers out of her cunt and slowly licked them, smiling and giggling at him as she did it. When she started to slide off the sofa onto her knees in front of him, Felipe took a firm stance and put his fists on his hips, leering down at Leda as she firmly wrapped her small hand around his cock and brought her face to it, sniffing it's length. "Mmmmm, fuck, it smells so good `n nasty..." she sighed, little breathless gasps of laughter between the words. Felipe cackled to himself as he bounced his dirty cock head against Leda's nose and lips. "You dirty little whore, you like the stink of your father's ass. And your brother's. The stink of their shit, you like that, si?" He sneered the words at her, with a quavering thrill that raced through his body and made his voice shake. Nick had been hovering in the background, watching and perfunctorily jerking off, but now he moved to join us and leaned over the back of the sofa. "Nah, our butts never stink, dude, we keep our asses clean!" he yelped with a defiant pride. Sam and I laughed, and Leda chowed down with even more relish on Felipe's savory prick. "Buena puta!" Felipe sighed contentedly, letting Leda's mouth work its magic. I took a step into their orbit and stood side-by-side with Felipe. My cock was bigger than his, and he kept taking quick looks at it, before turning his attention back to Leda. I made my dick jump and lurch and shook it gently back and forth, all of which only made it harder and got the precum pumping in a constant drool. I liked showing off for Felipe's benefit. Leda let go of his prick and reached for mine, sinking her head down onto it and making my knees buckle momentarily. "Whoa, Jesus, that's good...!" I muttered. "Yeah, baby, suck your daddy's dick." I wrapped Leda's hair around my fist and gave it a short, sharp tug, making her squeal with her mouth stuffed with cock. I laughed softly. As she slobbered over my prick, Sam and Nick joined us and we formed a circle around Leda. She took her time servicing each of us in turn, and while she sucked on one dick, the rest of us either jerked each other off, or frotted as best we could. Felipe was drunk and horny enough to not mind the cock-to-cock contact while he waited his turn for Leda's mouth to suck him off some more. We were all bunched up together, so close that I could pick out the Mexican's sweat scent over that of the boys' and my own. I liked the variety. While Leda sucked lustily on Nick's prick, I wrapped my hand around both Felipe's cock and my own, then jerked us off slow and firm. Sam stood next to me and slid his finger up my ass. His finger wriggling deep inside me made me shoot my load. I pumped our dicks faster and in seconds I was squirting ropes of sperm all over Felipe's cock and pubes and belly. He gasped when I unloaded on him, so I tightened my grip on our dicks and began jerking him into the home stretch as I finished draining my balls. Cum was dripping off his body like rain. Nick let out a sharp squeal and Leda gagged loudly as he started shooting his pent-up load down her hungry throat. As it continued spurting, Leda pulled her head off his prick and let the rest of his load arc up and splatter onto her throat and tits. It ran down her chest in thick, pearly rivulets, some of it dribbling onto her tummy. The sight made Felipe moan and fuck faster into my cum-slathered fist wrapped firmly around his dick. The seedy reek of semen was strong and bleachy as I used it as lube to make him cum. Nick smacked his sister hard across the face with his still-stiff prick, and they both giggled. Leda pivoted to me and darted her head under my nuts, and started lapping away at them, savoring the funky stink that steamed out from between my thighs. While Leda worked over my taint with her squirmy tongue, I reached behind Felipe and slid a finger up his moist asshole. He grunted and gave a short yelp as his body stiffened. But I had timed it perfectly; he was so close to shooting that having his ass invaded only heightened the bliss he was rushing towards, and he let out a great moan. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck yeah...oh, si, si, I'm gonna cum!" he shouted, his knees buckling while he furiously fucked into my fist. Leda pulled her head out from between my spread legs just in time to catch the first jet of Felipe's sperm on her tongue. More spurts followed in rapid succession, slamming into her forehead and cheeks. She looked like a frosted cupcake when he was through unloading. Sam had been waiting to unleash his load last, so we'd all be focused on his handiwork. He stepped behind Leda where she still knelt in the center of our circle and emptied his balls all over her hair. As he ejaculated, his hands lathered the hot sperm into her hair like shampoo. Leda almost purred and leaned her goopy head against Sam's thigh as he wiped the final beads of semen from his prick tip along her hairline. Felipe groaned and stumbled backwards, sitting heavily on the couch, his eyes at half-mast and having trouble focusing. The rest of us broke our circle and moved to lounge near the couch. Felipe looked like he'd been through the wringer -- disheveled, slimy, and drunk. Sam opened the bottle of tequila, and we each took a swig before passing it to Felipe. He drained the bottle and tossed it onto the floor. "I'm so drunk, amigos," he giggled, leaning back into the couch and starting to curl up for sleep. "I'll stay with him," Leda said to me. "I hope he gets me pregnant; I'm gonna make him fuck me some more." I pulled Leda to me and shoved my tongue down her throat for a wildly invasive kiss. When I pulled back, I looked into her lovely eyes and said, "We need a little Mexican baby, sweetheart. Yeah, make him get you pregnant!" We all laughed. Felipe was already half-asleep, stretched out on the couch, his arms thrown behind his head. His sweaty pits spurred me into action. Moving to him, I swiped as much cum off my dick and stomach as I could, coating my fingers with the reeking, seedy mess, then rubbed them in the swampy hair. Felipe sighed and mumbled something indecipherable. Leaning down to take a whiff, I savored the hot, sexual stink wafting up from his pits. Sam swiped up some of the cum that glazed Felipe's chest and rubbed it in my pits, then did the same to his own. We'd both be huffing our pits like glue-heads later on. Nick and Leda ignored what we were doing because it was nothing out of the ordinary, though Nick had his nose firmly planted in Felipe's armpit, inhaling the fine bouquet of the Mexican's sweat and sperm. Leda laid down beside Felipe and spooned into his side, rousing him enough to get him primed for another bout of good fucking. The boys and I pulled on our clothes and headed back to the big house. I was eager to have Nick suck my dick while Sam fucked my ass.