Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2018 10:50:32 -0500
From: fmhar1969@aol.com
Subject: The Fireman's Son, Chapter 36

Archive: "Fireman's Son, Chapter 36" {Rob} (MB oral anal)

I know it's been quite a while since the last chapter between Steve, his
father and Mr. Evans, the father of Steve's best friend Jim. This one has
taken such a long time getting written and rewritten because I kept adding
new stuff to what was intended to be a short workout session with Steve and
his father and then into Friday at school. As I was writing the sex between
Steve and his father, new ideas kept popping into my head every time I
thought I was finished. I hope you like the end product. I have some ideas
for Friday that I'll try to get started on. Rob at fmhar1969@aol.com.

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The Fireman's Son Chapter 36 Thursday Evening

	After dinner and clean-up Steve said he was going down for a short
workout. His mom said she was tired after the long day at the office and
thought she would go up, bathe and read her new murder mystery in bed.
Captain Andrews gave his a wife a kiss and said he thought he would join
Steve and be upstairs later.
	Steve and his dad went down to the basement where they stripped out
of their clothes. As Steve opened the cupboard where their workout gear was
stored, his dad said, "We don't need those. We work out nude all the time
at the firehouse. Your mom won't be coming down here. She's probably tucked
in the bed with her book. And I can tell she's not gonna be in the mood for
sex after working all day at Jerry's office. She'll be sound asleep by the
time we finish and go up."
	The two began their regular workout routine, the captain always
watching and correcting Steve. He would come up behind him and change his
posture or correct the position of his hands. As he instructed his son, his
hairy body would press against Steve's back. The boy could feel the
half-hard tumescence along the smooth crease of his butt. He was constantly
aware of his dad's naked, hairy body and the thick cock and heavy balls
dangling between his thighs.
	When Steve got on his back on the weight bench his dad said, "Wait!
That's too much. That's what I was using." As the boy lay there, his dad
came over and removed some of the weights. Steve could only stare at his
father's thick half-hard cock as it moved from side to side, swinging
toward his face as the captain bent to his task. "There! That's a little
more than you've been pressing. It ought to be a good weight for you. I'll
spot just to be sure," the man said as he moved to the head of the bench
and into position.
	Lying there, grabbing the bar and getting ready to lift, Steve was
looking straight up into his dad's hairy crotch. The thick slab of meat
with its shiny mushroom-shaped glans and gaping meatus was dangling down,
arching over the big scrotum. He could almost count the dark hairs that
were showing thickly around the base and moving down to cover the loose
sack holding the giant testicles that produced all the hot man-cum he loved
so much. His eyes traced their path as the hairs spread down the muscular
thighs and up into the dark crevice of his father's ass. As his dad stooped
slightly to reposition Steve's hands on the bar, his thighs spread,
exposing the musky dark-haired valley at the base of which the boy knew was
the brown pucker he had so often lapped and sucked on as he pressed his
hardened tongue against the tight, guarding sphincter muscle.
	As he rose, the captain's cockhead lightly dragged across the upper
portion of his son's face. A small amount of precum was beginning to leak
out. The boy desperately wanted to raise his head and suck the sweet nectar
from the turgid stalk, but he knew he was not allowed. Sensing the boy's
desire, the man stopped, the leaking knob resting in the tangle of his
son's sweaty hair, before slowly trailing it back across his forehead and
nose until it hung just over the open mouth. He dropped it down so the head
was resting on his son's lips.
	"Open up!" he ordered. The big knob dropped into Steve's open
mouth. "Close!" The soft lips close around the thick stalk just below the
flange of the corona. "Kiss! Tongue! I want to feel your tongue make love
to it!" For just a moment the man let the boy's tongue caress the now-slimy
surface before he withdrew and stood. "Later! If you finish a good set!"
	Steve worked his hardest to please his father. The weight was more
than he had ever pressed, but he persevered until he had done the number of
repetitions demanded. Captain Andrews lifted the bar from his son and
placed it on the rack.
	"Slide down," he ordered as he moved to the side. When Steve was
where he wanted him, he lifted his leg over so he was straddling the bench
facing the foot. He slowly let himself down until his spread butt was just
over Steve's face. As the boy stared up into the thickly-haired cleft, he
heard his father order, "Eat it!" as he lowered himself further until the
boy's face was buried in the hairy canyon between his father's ass
cheeks. As the boy felt his face clamped between the hard muscles and the
coarse hair brushing his cheeks, he could see nothing but the top of the
cleft and the hair running out of it onto the base of the man's back.
	"Get in there! Show your daddy what a good ass licker you are. Eat
out your old man's ass. Suck it! Slurp on it with that cocksucker
tongue. Suck that hairy hole! Get your tongue in there. Make me feel you
eating out my hole!" the man demanded as he ground his hard, hairy butt
down on his son's face. "Yeah! That's good! You know how to make Daddy feel
good. Too bad we didn't have more time this afternoon so you could have
shown Daddy's buddy what a good ass-eater you are. I bet you'd've liked to
eat out Henry's hole. You dug his hairy body pressing down on you as he
fucked, didn't you? I bet he's got a hairy hole just like Daddy." Captain
Andrews had learned it turned Steve on even more to be abused verbally. He
liked dirty talk.
	Steve licked and slurped in his father's ass wetting and chewing on
the hairs surrounding his asshole with his tongue and teeth. His face was
wet with his own slobber and his daddy's sweat and ass juices. He pushed
his tongue as far as he could up into the hot hole, licking around the
smooth silky lining.
	Then the hole was gone. The hairy butt was raised and his father
backed up till he was straddling the top of Steve's head. "Open up now,
boy. Daddy's gonna fuck that tight throat-pussy. Daddy's going to give you
a good fucking. Gonna fill your belly with another load of daddy-cum."
	Steve looked up and saw his daddy's big cock, drooling precum and
pointing straight at his mouth. He opened wide and the hard shaft made its
way in and down into the tight confines of his throat. He let out a moan as
the muscles lining his silky hole constricted and massaged the demanding
invader like a whore's pussy.
	"Fuck yeah! That's good pussy," his father growled as he pounded in
and out. It only took a few minutes before he was shooting a thick load of
cum straight down into his boy's belly. "Take that cum! Take that daddy-cum
you little fucker!" As he stood, straddling the bench and stroking the last
drops of cum out of his softening, but still thick cock he said, "I'm gonna
fuck that tight ass-pussy of yours next, gonna pump another load in your
hot pussy. You want that? You want Daddy to fuck your tight hole again?"
	"Oh yeah, Daddy. Fuck me! Fuck my ass with your big cock!"
	"You want it bad, don't you, even after this afternoon with Henry?"
	"Fuck yeah, Daddy. I wish Mr. Evans was here now. You both could
fuck me."
	"You liked my old buddy fucking you, didn't you? Just like
Jerry. You like getting fucked by your daddy and his best friends, don't
you? Like three hot horny men using your holes for their pleasure!"
	"Oh yeah, Daddy. You know I like getting fucked by that big, thick
cock of yours. And Mr. Sims and Mr. Evans, they're almost as big as
you. It'd be like three big, long, fat daddy cocks working me over at the
same time. I'd like it if you all fucked me together regular."
	"Yeah, we've always been alike in the cock department, ever since
we started growing. We used to measure. When we were about fourteen, Henry
had us beat, but them Jerry and I caught up and we stayed the same all
through high school," Captain Andrews said with a grin. "You'd like it,
having two of us fucking your ass while the other one fucked your
throat. I'll have to see what we can arrange about the three of us fucking
you regularly. It's not so easy with you in school."
	Steve's head was awhirl imagining getting fucked regularly by is
dad and his two friends. He stared at his naked, grinning father, whose big
thick cock was standing out straight and hard from the forest of curly dark
hair. The man who had practically raped his mouth and ass in the kitchen
just a few weeks ago standing a few feet from him, hands on hips, a big
grin on his face and that thick daddy-cock standing hard, straight and
proud out in front of him.
	"Yeah! I can see you want it again! My little queer whore-boy! You
want Daddy's big cock! You want daddy's friends' big cocks! How many cocks
have fucked your pussies this summer? Can you even count them? Do you even
remember all the men that've fucked you this summer?" he taunted his son
who stood before him with a roaring hardon sticking out from his patch of
short curly pubic hairs.
	Steve leaned back on the workout bench, his arms behind and
supporting him, straddling it with his legs stretched out on each side as
he smiled at his big, burly father. It was a little game they had developed
they sometimes played when they were alone together, the son playing the
whore, spreading herself, displaying her charms to the big man she was
inviting to ravish her.
	The boy's eyes raked over the powerful man standing before him: the
thick dark hair on his head, the full, carefully trimmed mustache over the
mouth with its full, sensual, yet manly lips. The strong chin, rough with a
five-o'clock shadow that ran up to cover the sun- and weather-roughened
face of the fireman who was exposed to sun and wind, heat and cold as he
fought fires in all weather, saving building and lives. His thick neck rose
up from broad, muscular shoulders separated by the thick muscles of his
chest. Below those two slabs capped by large dark nipples, ran his
washboard abs that ended at a hard, hair-covered belly. The entire muscled
torso wore a coat of dark curly hair. From the dark forest of his crotch
and thighs rose a man's cock arched up slightly toward his abdomen, thick
and oozing slimy pre-cum that pumped out of the wide piss slit with its
little pouty lips to run down the shaft and get lost in the dense hair at
its base. In the past weeks, Steve had experienced its power. He knew it
was a cock that was meant to ram deep into pussies, stretching them and
making them know they were being fucked. As he watched his dad stroking his
meat, cupping and playing with his hair-covered balls, Steve spread is legs
wider, lifting them up from the floor to reveal the hairless valley at the
bottom of which was hidden the tight little ass-pussy begging for cock.
	"You ready for it? You ready for Daddy's cock you little
pussy-whore?"
	"Oh yeah, Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your whore son's pussy!"
	"Not yet, slut. I want to feel your sweet pussy lips around my hose
again. I want you down here on the floor chowing down on your daddy's
cock. I'm gonna hose down another load of daddy-cum straight into your
whore's belly before I fill your ass again. Get down and suck!"
	Steve quickly pushed himself off the bench and fell to his knees to
worship his daddy's cock. It didn't take long before his mouth was filling
with the viscous product of his father's big testicles, its taste like
honey, nutty, salty and sweet, to the boy worshipping at his lord and
master's feet – the subservient son kneeling before the pater
familias. It took only moments for the boy's belly to be filled with
another load of his father's thick cream.
	All the sweet syrup swallowed and the still-hard rod of authority
cleaned to the satisfaction of both, Steve rose to his feet and returned to
his position of enticement on the bench.
	"Now please fuck me Daddy. You know I need it! After this
afternoon, I need more! Fuck me good, Daddy!" the boy moaned as he pulled
his legs up and back, opening his ass and exposing the little rosebud
nestled in its depths, slightly red and swollen from the fuckings he'd
gotten from his dad and Mr. Evans, but still tight with the resiliency of
youth.
	Captain Andrews stepped up to the end of the bench and grabbed his
son's ankles, pressing his legs back until the boy was bent almost double,
his knees approaching his shoulders. The tough fireman rubbed the head of
his hard fuck-pole, already slimy with the remnants of cum that had been
left down in the tube and the new precum his prostate was already pumping
out of the thick meatus, up and down the smooth trench before zeroing in on
the tight little hole and pushing in through the protecting sphincter.
	"Oh yes, Daddy! Push it in! Ram it in all the way! Fuck me! Fuck me
hard and deep!" Steve begged as his father steadily pushed his hard, thick
ramrod deeper and deeper into his son's tight, hot ass-pussy.  "Oh! So
good! Yes! Push it all in! Deeper! Harder!" he moaned as he felt his dad's
coarse crotch hairs rubbing against the smooth, sensitive skin of his
ass-crack.
	The big man pistoned in and out of his son's ass, alternating short
rabbity jabs with his cock buried all the way deep in the hot velvety
rectum with longer thrusts, pulling almost all the way out. Only his big
mushroom-shaped head was held in by the corolla, the thick ridge at its
base. As he rested momentarily, pulling slightly against the tight
sphincter, a bit of the pink inner lining came into view before he slammed
his cock back to the curlies and ground around in the depths of the smooth,
tight, wet, hot tunnel. He could feel the muscles lining his son's insides
massaging and squeezing the thick invader. He leaned as closely as possible
onto his son, brushing the boy's smooth belly and chest with his coarse
body hair.
	His mouth close to his boy's face, so close Steve could feel the
coarse hairs of the thick mustache scratching against his cheek, he spoke
softly into his son's ear, "This what you want you little whore, your
daddy's big cock fucking in and out of your pussy, stirring the cum that
Henry and I filled you with this afternoon? Yeah I can feel it, still warm
there deep in your guts. You like, you need, a big, hairy man pressing down
on you as he rapes your tight hole, your whore-pussy, don't you slut? You
need a big thick man-cock fucking you! I bet you wish Henry or Jerry was
here to fill your mouth-pussy while your daddy is fucking your ass. Or
maybe both of them, one double-fucking you alongside your daddy's big cock
and the other one fucking your throat! What about Jim? Think he'd like to
join in? Fuck your mouth while Daddy fucks your ass? Maybe watch while
Daddy, Jerry and Henry double-fuck you? You think your best buddy would
like to watch? How'd you like it if Jim was here, watching your daddy fuck
your cunt? Has he had a chance to watch you in the locker room or the
restroom on your knees, giving blowjobs to his baseball buddies? What about
getting fucked up the ass by his teammates? You've told me they've all used
you. Have they been using you this week at school? Think Jim would like to
watch you get fucked by his dad and me? Think he'd want to ram his thick
baseball bat in your tight hole and stir it around in his old man's and my
hot loads?" The captain knew his son's buddy had graduated to fucking his
son's ass just days ago. Was he ready to join in a group fuck?
	All the time he was talking, purposely putting these dirty ideas
about the three older men using him, his best friend watching the debauched
scene, joining in the fucking with his teen-jock prick, into his son's
head, Captain Andrews continued to forcefully fuck the boy beneath him,
battering the warm, welcoming hole he had come to enjoy as much as he
enjoyed fucking the boy's mother's cunt.
	He'd been a pussy-hound all his life. In high school and college he
and his buddies had fucked fagboys when the girls they dated wouldn't put
out. Since marrying his high school sweetheart, he'd been faithful to his
wife. Faithful, that is, in that he hadn't fucked another woman. Shoving
his cock down the throat or up the ass of the occasional gay fireman he'd
run across in his career didn't count! Imagine his surprise and subsequent
delight when he discovered from overhearing two of his men talking that his
outwardly straight high school son was a queer slut, giving up his mouth
and ass in the park and even in the firehouse.
	Since then he had used his boy's holes every chance he could get,
with plenty of hard cock left to satisfy his wife. The second day after he
fucked Steve for the first times, he shared him with one of his best
friends and later his friend's Marine officer son. His boy had told his
father about all his sexual adventures over the past year since he had been
seduced in the locker room by Tony Alvoretti, the bad-boy son of another of
the captain's old friends. He had admitted that he had come to need cock,
almost any cock. Just this afternoon Captain Andrews had brought his
long-time friend Henry Evans, the father of Steve's best friend Jim, over
to the house to enjoy the pleasure of fucking his son's young ass.
	"Oh god, Daddy! I'm about to cum! Thinking about you, Mr. Sims and
Mr. Evans all fucking me has got me so hot. I don't know about Jim. I don't
know if he's ready for anything like that. He hasn't seen me with anybody
else. He knows I suck lots of cocks and get fucked, and he doesn't care,
but I haven't told him who. I don't tell names. Oh yeah, pound me! Fuck me
like the dirty whore slut I am, Daddy. I'm cumming, Daddy! Harder! Harder!
Cum in me, Daddy. Fill me up! Fuck your whore-son hard! Fill my cunt with
another load of your hot daddy-cum! Oheiiii! Fuck! I'm cumming! Yes! Yes! I
can feel you cumming too! I can feel your hot jizz shooting in me! Oh yes!
Oh yeeees!" Steve yelled out. So loud, his dad had to cover his mouth with
his big hand.
	"Not so loud, you little queer! You want your mom coming down here
to find you mashed under me, my cock rammed up your tight little whore's
ass-pussy?" the big man hissed in his son's ear as he let his heavy body
slump down, crushing the boy under the weight of hairy muscleds and
shooting his load deep, deep into the tight, gripping tunnel of his guts.
	The two, man and boy, lay panting on the bench for a few minutes
before the man got up and stood, hands on hips, thick softening cock
hanging down covered with slimy ass juices and residual cum. On his hairy
abdomen were gobs of his son's cum. "On your knees, whore! Get down here
and clean your man's cock and lick your cum off my belly!" he commanded in
the voice of authority, the same voice Steve recognized from the times his
father had ordered, "Drop your pants! Bend over and grab your ankles!" on
the rare occasions he was about to administer the strap for some serious
infraction of the rules. The same tone of authority his father and Mr. Sims
and Matt used when they were about to whack his ass with belt or frat
paddle since they had discovered a good paddling turned Steve on in
anticipation of the fuck that usually followed.
	Steve slowly, provocatively rose from his prone position on the
bench, his arms supporting his upper body, his legs spread, hanging off the
sides. His dad's cum was oozing out his asshole and his own cum was coating
his flat, hairless stomach.
	"Get a move on, slut! I'm not waiting all night! Do I need to get
my belt?"
	Steve just smiled and slowly got to his feet. He stepped up to his
demanding father and leaned down to begin running his tongue through the
dark curly hairs that were bedewed with his cum. He licked and sucked and
slurped over the hard, muscular surface of his father's abdomen until there
was not a trace of his boy-cum left. Then he slowly dropped to his knees
and took the big sausage hanging down in front of him in his mouth. He
gobbled up the veiny tube until it was all the way in, the big glans
filling his throat. His tongue caressed the thick shaft as he sucked and
licked, mixing his saliva with the deposits covering it. Slowly sliding his
lips down the shaft enough to unclog his throat, he swallowed the
accumulated slime before moving back up until his lips were once again
buried in the pubic hairs surrounding the base. He opened his mouth wide
and took another inch of the big head down his throat so he could run his
tongue out and into the matted hair, tasting the juices that were
accumulated in it. Satisfied with the start he had made, he slowly slid
down until just the big mushroom head was held carefully in his mouth. He
sucked gently and lapped on it with his soft tongue until he felt a slight
hardening of the shaft that was held in his lips. He let it fall out of his
mouth and immediately licked his way from head to base sticking his busy
tongue into the place where his father's scrotum was joined to his cock. He
could feel the man's slightly tumescent appendage resting against the side
of his face as he lapped into the dark recess and then moved down the body
of the bag slurping and sucking on the loose hair-covered skin as he slowly
moved down until his open mouth was cradling one of the big balls encased
inside. Sucking gently, he took it all in his mouth and ran his tongue all
around it before slowly letting it slide out and moving to its mate.
	"Yeah, lap up on those big balls! Make love to those baby-maker
factories. What are you trying to do, bitch? You gonna make me hard again
so I'll give your slutty cunt another work-over?"
	Steve continued to make love to his father's ball sack as he felt
the cock pressing against his face begin to harden more.
	"Yeah. You're a good little ball licker. Get up, cocksucker. You're
getting me hard. You know what that means."
	Steve got up and stood before his father, his eyes cast down at the
thick cock that was hardening more as he gazed at it.
	"What do you want, slut? You've got me hard again. You want another
fuck? Don't you ever get enough?"
	"Not of you, Daddy."
	"Okay, whore-boy, I'll fuck you again, but first I need to drain my
bladder. Get back down there and take my piss!"
	Steve's head rose and he looked straight into his daddy's eyes and
grinned before falling back to his knees and taking the glans and first
inch of the semi-hard daddy-cock in his mouth, making a tight seal with his
lips to assure that he wouldn't lose a drop of the precious liquid he could
already feel begin to flow into his hungry mouth and down his fast
swallowing throat. Captain Andrews stood; his powerful legs slightly spread
and his arms folded across his massive chest. There was no sound except the
gurgling of the amber liquid as it was hosed into the welcoming oral cavity
and the noise of the kneeling boy swallowing as fast as he could to prevent
any waste of his daddy's piss.
	As he felt his bladder approaching emptiness, the captain ordered
Steve to keep the last in his mouth without swallowing. "I want to see your
mouth full of Daddy's piss!" he demanded.
	As the stream dwindled to a light flow, Steve stopped
swallowing. His father withdrew, shaking the last of the hot piss over his
son's face and hair. "Open! I want to see!"
	Steve tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide for his
father's inspection, showing it still full of his amber piss.
	The captain leaned down close to his boy's face and began to drool
thick strands of spit into his mouth to mix with his piss. "Good boy!
That's a good little daddy's whore! Now swallow! Take daddy's spit and piss
down. Drink them down into your belly to join the cum Daddy just filled it
with. Daddy's sperm, urine and saliva in your belly and now Daddy's going
to fill your ass, flood your guts, with another load of his sperm. You'll
have all of Daddy everywhere inside of you!"
	Without a word, Steve turned around and bent over the bench,
resting his head and shoulders against its sweaty surface, his arms wrapped
around the flat support. His feet were side by side, his legs together and
his hard little ass was high but not open.
	"What the fuck! What're you doing, bitch? Spread `em if you want a
fuck! Ahhh! I get it! You want the belt! You want Daddy to strap you with
his leather belt? You've been a busy boy today. You've been a good whore
for Daddy and his friend. You want Daddy to give your ass a good warming
before I fuck it again?"
	Steve made no answer, but he heard movement behind him. He heard
the soft rustle of cloth and then the belt being pulled through the loops
of his daddy's trousers. More movement and he felt his daddy's hairy thighs
pressing against the backs of his upper legs and the hair on the man's
belly tickled the cheeks of his ass as he leaned over and pressed the
folded leather against his boy's mouth.
	"Kiss it! Show Daddy you want it!"
	Steve kissed the soft leather. He opened his mouth and lapped his
tongue across its width, emitting a soft moan as he did so. He felt it move
slightly as it was pressed against his nostrils.
	"Smell it! Smell the leather! Smell Daddy's smell on it! Are you
sure it's what you want? Kiss it again! Kiss Daddy's belt like a good
little boy!" his father softly crooned as he pressed the leather once more
at his son's mouth. Steve kissed it again and then opened his mouth wide so
the leather strap slipped in and was tugged back to hold it open, like the
bit in a horse's mouth. Then it was gone. There was movement. He no longer
felt Daddy's hair against his body, but he could tell he was moving to the
side.
	Then the belt came down across his ass, not really hard but hard
enough to know he was getting the beating he longed for from his daddy. The
discipline that told him his daddy cared enough to keep him in line. He was
an obedient son, following all the rules set down by his parents and others
in authority over him, teachers, coaches, administrators and all the others
set over him for his safety and protection. He seldom really needed to be
punished. But as a part of his new life he longed for the discipline that
let him know that the people over him, the people he was serving like his
father, Mr. Sims who was like a second father and now Mr. Evans, cared for
him enough to show it in this way.
	SLAP! The belt came down across his upturned ass the second
time. Then again and again. After the sixth stroke, Steve heard it fall to
the floor and his father move.
	"Okay, spread `em, whore! You want to get fucked again, you better
open that ass wide," the captain gruffly demanded with a slap of his big
hand across Steve's already hot, red ass.
	Steve quickly adjusted his feet so that his legs were spread wide
and his ass was open to his dad's onslaught. It was quick in coming. The
head, slimy with precum, nudged against the well-lubricated asshole before
ramming forcefully all the way into the boy's rectum and up into his
colon. "Oh yeees!" he moaned as his father filled him completely with his
big, thick daddy-dick for the second time that evening. "Oh yeeees, Daddy!
Fuck me! Soooo good! Fuck me hard! Harder! It feels so good, you on top of
me. Your hair scratching my skin," he groaned as he felt his father's hard,
hairy body press down onto his hot, tender ass and smooth back, crushing
him into the hard bench. As Captain Andrews fucked harder and faster into
his son's boy-pussy the muscles of the his hard, hair-covered ass and thick
thighs tightened and relaxed, causing a rippling under his skin as the
movement of his muscles continued up and across his broad back to the
flexing shoulders and upper arms. The play of his hard, rippling muscles
was highlighted by the sheen of sweat covering his body. All this was made
sexier by the dark hair that grew out of the cleft of his ass and formed a
dark fan over the dimples on either side of the base of his back.
	In and out the hard blood-engorged pole plumbed the depths of the
boy's insides with the big pommel-like knob at its end. With every thrust
of the big man's strong thighs it forced its way deep into the tight tunnel
of his guts. Steve's pleas for "more" and "harder" formed a continuous moan
of need and pleasure as he submitted to the constant battering of his
muscular dad's thick ram.
	Soon the fucker tensed up and let out a deep groan as he spewed
another load of daddy-cum into his son's gripping hole. As soon as he shot
his last spurt he jumped up, ripping his softening cock out and ordered,
"Up! Get this clean, bitch!"


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