Date: Sat, 21 May 2011 16:40:49 -0400
From: green_fairy@Safe-mail.net
Subject: My Girlfriend's Hot Dad - Chapter 2

Disclaimer: The following is a complete work of fantasy involving a rough
sexual relationship between a teenager and a middle-age man. If this does
not interest you, please move along. I promise I won't be offended. That
said, remember this is fiction and you should never have sex with anyone
below the legal age of consent in your part of the world. If you can't
separate fantasy from reality, you should be in a mental health facility
and not reading this story. If you're still with me, please enjoy.

Author's note: Thank you everyone for the positive feedback. The original
story was intended to be stand-alone, but many people have requested a
continuation so here it is. Personally, I find it hotter than the first
chapter, but I'll let you be the judge of that. Please continue the emails
if you enjoy these stories or have any feedback. - GF



Chapter Two


	I couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Oh, my name if
Joshua Billings and if you're just tuning in to my story, you should know
that I had just been skull-fucked in an empty field by my girlfriend's hot
dad. Part of me thought that maybe this was all just a very dirty dream I
was having, but there was no denying the taste of Mr. Harding's cum that
still lingered in my mouth.

	Trey Harding's pickup raced toward my house about a mile away. The
lights were on, but I knew that my parents had gone to my aunt and uncle's
house for the weekend after mom dropped me off at the Harding's house for
dinner. I was going to have the house all to myself – that is, until
Mr. Harding found out I'd be alone and that I was a total slut for his hot
Marine cock.

	We finally reached my house and I got out the F250. My palms were
sweating as I opened the front door. As soon as I closed the door behind
us, Mr. Harding grabbed my shoulder, turned me around and roughly pushed me
against the wall. He reached behind my head, grabbed a handful of my jet
black hair and pulled down hard tilting my face toward his. Before I knew
what was happening, his tongue started probing my mouth. I guess the old
saying that Marine's don't kiss wasn't true after all. I could taste the
beer and cigarettes lingering on his breath and my teen cock was getting
hard again already.

	"Mmmm, you taste like bubble-gum, boy." Mr. Harding said. "I've had
my fair share of fresh-off-the-farm eighteen-year-old privates, but I've
always thought about how nice it would be to have a proper teen
cocksucker. How old are you, faggot?"

	"Fifteen," I said and received a smack across the face.

	"I don't think that's how you properly address your elder,
son. Fifteen...what?"

	"Fifteen, sir. I just turned fifteen."

	"That's a bit better. Now how long you been sucking cock, boy?"

	"I... you... you're my first, sir."

	This seemed to please Mr. Harding. "Good, you started with the
best. And I'm going to be the only cock you suck until I tell you
otherwise. Is that understood?"

	"Yes, sir."

	"If I hear you serviced another cock without my permission, I may
just have to put you in my stockades while I whip the desire for inferior
cock out of you."

	My already hard dick throbbed painfully at the thought of that.

	Mr. Harding released his grip on my hair. "Go get me a beer,
faggot."

	I knew better than to hesitate and ran off to the kitchen. I opened
the fridge and took out one of my dad's Heineken's and brought it to the
living room where Mr. Harding had made himself comfortable on the couch. He
turned on the TV after I handed him the brew and flipped it onto the
football game. I started to sit down on the couch next to him and he
stopped me.

	"Whoa... what the fuck you think you're doing?"

	"Sitting," I said which got me a smack on my ass. "Sitting, sir."

	"Cocksuckers don't sit with the real men. Get down on the floor and
take my boots off."

	I obeyed my girlfriend's dad and knelt down before him, removing
the size twelve boots. I had just shot a load all over them about thirty
minutes ago and then had been forced to lick my cum off. The sweaty, musky
smell of his feet after having worked all day in his yard hit me like a
freight train. My senses reeled but my dick continued to throb.

	"Now the socks," he said.

	I peeled the damp, funky socks off his furry feet and inhaled
deeply. Certainly, this smell was one of the things women always complained
about in men, but I couldn't seem to get enough. As if reading my thoughts,
Mr. Harding issued his next command.

	"Give my feet a tongue-bath, bitch."

	Lowering myself down as low as I could get, I began running my
tongue along the inner arch of his right foot. I then proceeded to lick
underneath the arch and then up towards the toes. I sucked his big toe into
my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. I felt Mr. Harding spreading his
toes and I knew what he wanted next. I began licking in the cracks between
each toe, removing the filth with my tongue. Once his toes were clean, I
licked my way up to the top of his feet and sucked on the patch of hair
where the foot connected to the lower leg. I pulled away, exhausted and
panting but Mr. Harding took his now clean right foot and used it to push
my head back down to his left foot. I repeated the process once again and
was finally allowed up for air.

	"On your knees, boy."

	Mr. Harding stood up and unzipped his crusty jeans. Once again,
that monster cock flopped out, ready for servicing. I began to move my head
in, but Mr. Harding held it back.

	"Open," he said.

	I was confused but, I knew better than to disobey my sergeant
daddy. I opened my mouth, ready for him to feed me his meat when all of a
sudden, warm liquid began filling my mouth. I coughed in surprise as I
realized that Mr. Harding was pissing in my mouth.

	"Don't you cough up another drop, boy, or you'll regret it later."

	There was nothing to do but begin swallowing rapidly as Mr. Harding
used me as his own personal toilet. He was manipulating his cock so that my
face and clothes were covered in his beer-tinged urine. The stream just
kept going and going. I didn't think anyone could hold that much piss in
their body. Eventually, the flow subsided and I was able to catch my breath
again. I looked down at myself and saw that I was wet from head to
toe. Mr. Harding pulled my chin up to look at him.

	"How you like having a belly full of hot Marine piss, faggot?"

	"I love it, sir."

	"So... what do you say to someone who gives you something you
love?"

	"Thank you, sir. Thank you for showering me and letting me drink
your hot Marine piss."

	Mr. Harding grinned wickedly. "Hmm. There may be hope for you,
yet. Now, go clean yourself up. Just because you're a piss-whore doesn't
mean you get to stink up the place. And you better come back naked, boy."

	I ran off to my bedroom and then into my private bath. I climbed
into the shower with my piss-soaked clothes still on and turned on the hot
water. I knew that I was going to have to do my laundry before my parents
came home, but just in case I didn't get to it, I wanted to try and
minimize the incriminating smell. I already knew I was going to have a hell
of a time explaining the carpet stains. Once the water coming off my
clothes ran clear, I peeled them off and threw them on my bathroom floor. I
let the hot water wash over my naked body and once I was clean, I jumped
out of the shower and wrapped a fresh towel around my waist. I was about to
walk out, but then I turned back and opened one the bathroom drawers. I
took out a jar of Vaseline and covered the handle of the toilet plunger
with it. I shoved the handle in my ass about six inches, pulled out, coated
it again and shoved it back in. I did this a couple more times before
wrapping myself in a towel again and walking out into the living room.

	The game was finally over and Mr. Harding looked over at me and
gestured me over to the couch where he was sitting. I sat down next to him
and he grabbed the back of my neck roughly. "You got shit in your ears,
boy?"

	"Nuh... nooo, sir."

	"When I tell you to get your ass out here naked, you better be
fucking naked." He stood and yanked me up with him. He then ripped the
towel off of me and turned me toward the wall. "Hands on the wall, legs
spread."

	"Yes, sir," I said, bracing for what might come next.

	Suddenly, there was a snapping sound and it felt like my buttocks
were on fire. Turning my head slightly, I could see Mr. Harding with my
towel wrapped up very tightly, drawing it back for a second smack. The whip
crack sounded and my bottom burned once again. "I'm... doing this... for
your own... good," he growled, each pause accentuated with a smack to my
reddening ass. "Sometimes... punishment... is the only thing... you
fags... understand." He finally pulled me off of the wall and turned me
around. "What do you say?" Mr. Harding asked.

	"Th-th-thank you, sir," I responded. "Thank you for disciplining
me. I promise to do exactly what you say next time."

	He nodded approvingly. "Good boy. Be sure you do. Now, go down on
daddy's cock."

	I knelt immediately and without hesitation. Mr. Harding's cock was
still out and had grown substantially since covering me in piss. I was
secretly very pleased to be turning on my master as much as he was turning
me on. I opened as wide as I could and swallowed over half his cock on my
first try. My eyes began to water as I crammed more and more of his thick 8
1/2 inch sausage down my throat.

	"Suck my nuts," Mr. Harding commanded.

	My jaw felt like it was nearly unhinged but I still couldn't fit
both of his gigantic balls in my mouth at the same time. I gave both their
due attention as I swirled them around with my tongue, sucking all of the
day's sweat off.

	"Yeah, that's it. Suck on them baby-makers, bitch-boy. You like
sucking the balls that made your slutty little girlfriend, don't ya?

	"Mmmm, yes, sir," I moaned. "I'm honored to be cleaning your
nutsack with my tongue, sir."

	"Damn right, you are." Mr. Harding yanked his nuts out of my mouth
and stepped out of his jeans. He peeled off the stained wife-beater and
then sat down on the couch. He positioned his ass as close to the edge of
the sofa as possible and then spread his legs far apart. "Get in here and
toss my salad, bitch."

	I crawled over to Mr. Harding's crotch once again and began licking
at the base of his low-hangers, down across his pungent taint, and finally
ending up at his puckered brown shit-hole. I ran my tongue around his
balloon-knot and up and down his hairy ass crack, savoring the taste and
smells.

	"Rim that straight, hairy hole, faggot."

	With one hand, I spread apart his cheeks so that I could get my
tongue as far up his butt as I could. My other hand was furiously fisting
my cock. I kept darting my tongue in and out off Mr. Harding's asshole, his
pleasurable moans encouraging me to continue. I was so pleased to be giving
my master such ecstasy.

	I felt his hands on my head once again, and he pulled me up along
his body and clamped my mouth onto his muscled, hairy tit. Just above the
nipple was a tattoo of the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor – the symbol I
recognized immediately as belonging to the Marines. After licking and
biting his nipples for a while, Mr. Harding lifted his left arm and pulled
my face into his hairy armpit. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. The
smell was a mixture of Old Spice, sweat and funk that was the very
definition of a man. I licked and sucked on the fur of his pit as though it
was the sweetest nectar I had ever tasted.

	"Fuck," he said grabbing me and tossing me over the armrest of the
couch. "I can't hold back anymore. I gotta have that virgin ass." He spread
my butt-cheeks apart and I heard him hock a wad of spit onto his dick. I
had no confidence that that would serve as enough lubricant, but I knew my
personal lube job in the bathroom was going to come in very handy. I felt
his warm, fleshy helmet on my sphincter. He pushed forward, thankfully much
less forceful than I thought he would, and my ass was on fire once again
– this time from the inside. The head of his cock was inside and soon
the rest of his tube-steak was sliding into me quite easily. "Goddamn, I
never had a virgin ass so wet for cock before."

	I grinned secretly as I felt Mr. Harding's pubes against my ass and
knew he was balls-deep inside my ass. It was such an intense feeling of
being full and the pleasurable moaning that my girlfriend's hot dad was
doing made me very horny. Here I was, a fifteen-year-old punk, being fucked
by a man more than twice my age and I was loving every second of it.

	"Awww, fuck," he moaned, pistoning my ass faster and
faster. "Goddamn, your ass is so fucking tight. Fuck, this is so much
better than my wife's pussy. Fuck yeah, gimme that ass, fag boy."

	"Take it, sir!" I shouted, jerking my cock once again. "It's
yours... Oh, God, it's yours!"

	Mr. Harding laughed. "Haha, fuck, you're one cock-hungry teen
slut. You just love having my straight daddy dick up your hole, don'tcha?"

	"Yes, sir! Oh, fuck yes... now quit playing with it and fuck it,
sir!"

	"You got it, bitch." Mr. Harding was fucking me like a jackrabbit
now. He grabbed the hair on the back of my head, pulling hard and using me
for leverage as he plowed my teen boy pussy. The sound of his torso
slamming my ass filled the room. Someone on the other side of the house
still would have known exactly what was going on in the living
room. "Fuck," Mr. Harding growled. "Gonna pop in your jailbait booty, boy."

	"Do it, sir! Please fill me with your Marine seed!" I almost
couldn't believe the dirty words escaping my lips but I was lost in a haze
of sexual bliss. The thought of Mr. Harding coating my insides with his
baby-batter was too much and I cried out as my load blasted my stomach and
chest like a shotgun, the cum dripping down and coating the couch. The
contracting muscles of my ass as I came must have pushed Mr. Harding over
the edge. With a deep guttural cry and one final shove, he buried himself
in my ass as far as he could and I felt his cock throbbing with his orgasm
inside me, depositing his load deep in my bowels.

	Eventually, Mr. Harding's cock started to deflate enough to slide
out my ass, and the Marine sergeant collapsed backward on the couch. Once
my breathing had returned to normal, I decided to go for broke and crawled
on top of my master, nuzzling my face in his sweaty, hairy chest. To my
surprise, his arms enveloped me in a warm hug and he rubbed my back.

	"Thank you for my first fuck, sir," I whispered to his Marine
tattoo.

	He grunted and soon began snoring.

	I smiled contentedly and began to drift into sleep myself, safely
in the arms of my girlfriend's hot dad.