Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2008 20:10:56 +0000 From: enema champagne Subject: Dad Behaviour (1) Short one here. If you're not into WS, skip the second til last paragraph. Any comments or questions to champagne.enema@gmail.com, especially if you like it and want more! Dad Behaviour (1) by SonShine Let me tell you about my relationship with my Dad, and let's hope your hand is on your cock keeping you a heartbeat away from blowing your load, like mine is. I'm my Dad's bitch - when he needs release, I give it to him, or he takes it from me. Roughly, without warning, whenever. Dad's a big man with strong hands and he loves to be in control. Maybe it's the way he raised me or maybe it's the feeling of his balls pressed against my chin but when he's using me for sex I'm overcome with a combination of gratitude and excitement. Like most healthy middle aged men Dad likes to start the day with a blowjob, so I sleep in his bed and wake up early to peel back his foreskin with both hands, lap at his cock and suck him awake, keeping my face pushed into his sweaty black pubic hair until he squirts a load into me with a great deep grunt. Little things about him turn me on - just a glimpse of his hairy forearms or the way his tightywhities hug his balls will start a wet patch in my trousers. When Dad gets in from work he reaches for his flies with one hairy hand and the back of my head with the other. He's trained me to say what he wants to hear so I'm asking him for a mouthful of thick daddy cock as he's hauling it out from the confines of his warm-smelling boxer shorts, pushing suit trousers, jeans or shorts down his powerful hairy legs. Sometimes he wants it the moment he's inside the front door, leaning back against it with a sigh, sometimes he folds his hands behind his head on the recliner or the sofa in the front room and urges me to take him deeper and suck him harder while he reaches for the cold beer I've been sure to leave on a coaster nearby. A couple of times a week Dad will drive me to school and beat me off into my underpants on the way. His strokes are rough and brutal and he doesn't stop til I spurt helplessly into his hand, squirming in his grip. He has me kiss his package or his balls or arsehole several times a day. I haven't arrived at school without the smell of his cum on my breath in three years. Sometimes he wants to be rimmed at work and will have me pulled out of school on a hastily-made-up pretext, driven to his office to lick my way deep into his hairy arse cleft, soaking my face in his hot crease while I pull on his cock like a trombone player. Sometimes he holds the head of his cock against my arsehole and whispers what a good boy I am in my ear, increasing the pressure on my arse as his words creep into my mind, telling me to relax and let daddy in, easing himself inside me, his hot meaty dick advancing into me as I freeze in his arms. He likes to fuck me up against a wall with one hairy hald clamped firmly over my face, greasy with sweat as he strains to sink his cock to the balls and slip it out to the very tip, stifling the frightened, pleasured sounds of me surrendering to him completely. I always struggle to be free so that he'll grip me tighter. When his cock's standing proudly up inside me, stretching me past comfortable, he'll let go and lean back, so that I'm pressed up against a wall just by the presence of his hot manhood, the paint cool against my damp face, up on my toes with his steel-hardness connecting us and the only sound in the room our laboured breathing. Sometimes he films me worshiping his cock, capturing the bliss on my face as I lick his foreskin til it shines, cleaning his tool in preparation for him to fuck me. I thank him for choosing me, for permitting me access to the dark forests between his legs and under his arms. I praise the thickness and length of his dick, the rich sweetness of his clear precum. Sometimes before he forces his dick into me Dad likes me to swallow a gallon or two of his piss. He holds my face up as I kneel for him and commands me to look in his eyes while I gulp and gulp, my mouth filling up again and again. The wait for his piss to start flowing is unfathomably exciting and I have been know to cum in my pants even before the first hot splash hits my tongue. Sometimes he'll text me at school saying he needs a piss and he'll hold it for me. This is my cue to race home after my last class, drop to my knees and guzzle at his crotch as he unloads his salty dad piss, sometimes with a look of slight disgust on his face. Since he started doing this I've developed a raging thirst for it, and often sniff his pants or beg to lick his cock clean if I think it'll be wet and pungent with his strong urine. Every now and then Dad will be pumping energetically into my face and he'll ask if I want it in my mouth, if I'm going to swallow, even though he knows the answer. He'll pull out of my throat and press the fat wet head of his dick against my lips and I'll reply yes Daddy, please. I'll lick the underside of his dick, breathe in the hot adult smell released from his musky pubic hair, and wait. If he doesn't slip the bulbous swollen cockhead between my stretched lips and beat off onto my tongue, he'll resume the father-son facefuck, getting off on the tightness of my throat swallowing on the hypersensitive ridge of his glans. Sweat drips off his face onto mine and we enjoy the moment, until he begins to look pained, then pleased, and his stiff dick swells in my mouth, his foreskin drawn back, balls creeping up tight, his hands finding a firm hold on the back of my head, and then he'll grunt and freeze. The first spurt will shoot into my mouth in a hot flood, and then he unfreezes, launches his cock forward and slow-dicks my mouth, unloading in powerful shots, emptying himself with great relief as if he'd been carrying the burden of his thick unspent sperm around his whole life. His face relaxes, brightens into a smile, he laughs and ruffles my hair and winks as I lick my Daddy clean.