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Daddy Dearest?
Although this never happened; it’s been suggested that I attempt to write something about it. As many will realize, from reading other things I’ve posted; had it happened for real, I would have been on cloud nine most of the time. My father hated that I was a sissy and did punish me regularly for that. When he heard a rumor of something I’d done, there would be a trip to the barn. That’s where my young backside would meet the strap or the ‘family’ paddle until I couldn’t sit. He never found out that my one uncle had started fucking me.
As a teen slut; this situation would have been the stuff dreams were made of! At f******n or fifteen I would have been the happiest k** in the whole township. Think of it as alternative history.
The day that my father and I had the little talk I’d been asked to go to the barn with him. This always set me on edge a little (most of the time it just had me trembling in absolute fear) because; going to the barn with him usually meant a session with the paddle or the razor strap. This time he assured me that I wasn’t going to be punished, “I only want to talk to you a little Bobbie…with your interest in sex I believe you should be helping Uncle Charles out. And yes; we’ve talked about things and I know that he’s been…uh…fucking you every chance he has.”
He had no idea how relieved I was to hear that! My little f******n year old backside had been spanked, paddled and strapped more than I wanted to think about. To actually be ‘allowed’ to have sex with my adult uncle (by my dad) was just too hard to believe. To be encouraged to do it seemed unbelievable!
We sat on a couple of bales of hay and talked for a little bit; he wanted to be sure that I understood the reasons he was essentially pimping me out to him. As we talked (just like the times he was about to punish me) I watched his erection grow in his pants and; boy did he get hard! Dad wasn’t even close to being hung like my uncle but; his cock made a very nice bulge.
He explained the reason for cutting me loose on this. The problem was that my aunt had lost all interest in sex; during the past few years. My dad had complained to him about my being a slut before (when I was about twelve) and that’s what got my uncle interested enough to take a chance. They’d never spoken about that but; my dad had decided that – if I could handle him – it was the ideal way to help his brother out. No one had to know about it except us; he explained what kind of trouble my uncle could get into if word ever got out. I just sat there and trembled all over thinking about being able to get that great cock anytime I wanted it.
My uncle had been very nice to me and, was very gentle during sex. He had to be; his cock was at least nine inches of rock hard meat, it had a big head and was a little thick. That part is real; the man was hung.
As we talked, my dad had me move over to sit beside him. When he put his arm around my shoulders, I just shuddered like hell for a while.
“There won’t be any more punishment for anything involving the sexual things you do. That all stops today. Beating your ass doesn’t do any good and I realize that now. I know that you enjoy sucking and anal sex; since you can’t get pregnant, now this is a chance to…sort of…just enjoy yourself.”
He went on to explain that my uncle would call, when he was coming for me. I would get ready then, walk down to the township road and wait for him. He’d drop me off when we were finished.
“Dad…does this mean that I can do ‘anything’ sexual, with ‘anyone’ and you won’t get mad anymore?”
“Yes, I don’t care, just take good care of your uncle for me and, don’t get caught.”
“Does mom know about this?”
“No…but I’ll tell her in a few days. Charles is coming this weekend so she should know that you are going somewhere with him. I think it will be on Saturday, sometime in the late morning. You just be ready, okay?”
Be ready…I was more than ready right then and there!
I was starting to drool over the bulge in his pants so I made sure we were in total agreement. I asked him again, about ‘anything’ with ‘anyone’. He assured me that he meant it; one hundred percent. That was all I needed to hear.
My one hand had been resting on his leg; we were sitting close and his arm was still around my shoulders. Slowly; I slipped my hand up his leg until it rested on that nice bulge. He watched me; gave a gasp when my hand touched his hard cock then, let out a long gasp while leaning back a little and closing his eyes.
“Bobbie,” he said, “I didn’t mean me son.”
I stopped rubbing him and gave a little squeeze. That got an even bigger gasp from him.
“Dad, you said anyone and anything; I thought it meant you too?”
When I squeezed a little harder; he gave a long gasping moan then, drew a long hard breath. As I started to work on his belt, button and zipper (I had enough experience by then that I could get a cock out with one hand) there was more moaning and gasping as he sucked his stomach in to help me. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t try to stop me so, I kept going at it. Boxer shorts are good because you can easily pop the cock through the front. I did that then, slipped my fingers around it and, began to stroke very gently.
In a very harsh strained whisper he said, “OH FUCK! Now I know why you have so many damned friends!”
I thought, ‘That’s right daddy…you always told me to do one thing and, do it the best you can.’
My mouth was very dry but; as I leaned over his lap, worked up as much saliva as I could then, opened good and wide – he gave another long moan…
“Jesus Christ! Where did YOU learn to do THAT?” as most of his cock disappeared into my warm wet mouth. I didn’t answer him; I was too busy trying to get as much cock as possible in my mouth; while not gagging…I did gag anyway. At least we were both enjoying it!
I probably only had to work on him for about ten minutes. He was so well primed that I was tasting pre-cum very soon. Dad gasped and moaned louder and louder as I worked away with my hand and mouth, on that beautiful hard shaft of fatherly meat. All too soon he gave a long loud groan; placed his hand on the back of my head (not too firmly) and hissed, “Jesus…I’m…gonna cum!”
I was already tasting it by then.
Since I couldn’t back away and let the cum fill my mouth; I choked and gagged on it. Some ended up down my throat but, what came out around my lips and my nose started to make a mess. When dad finally did remove his hand; it was time for me to breathe again, swallow what I could and, clean up part of the mess. His cum was thick and a little salty; a connoisseur of sperm, I had to give it an eight at least. My clean-up also took in polishing his still-erect cock. That is until he pushed me away, “Christ, you have to stop…damn…you’re driving me crazy now.” I was just trying to do my best.
So, I asked him, “Was that good dad…I did it right?”
After more heavy breathing he smiled, “Oh yes, you did everything right…trust me…you’re good, very good.”
After a few minutes both of us were about back to normal. I’d cleaned up most of my messy face and was back to leaning against him. There were a few wet spots on his pants but I couldn’t do anything about that.
“Charles told me that you are a good cock sucker; I just didn’t believe it was possible. I mean you’re only f******n, how much could you have learned?” he was still breathing pretty hard. As we talked a little more I noticed that he was still dripping some cum. Leaning down I quickly grabbed his cock, stood it up and gave the head a quick lick. As I stroked a little, to milk it all out and, after he about went through the roof, he jumped and said, “OH god…don’t do that! You’re driving me crazy with that tongue!” I dropped it, went back to leaning against him; we talked a little more then, “Hey…get on my lap…give me a hug.”
I obeyed, straddled his lap facing him and gave him a nice big hug. It turned into a pretty hard one; I looked up at him, he gave me a smile and bent down a little to kiss my cheek. That wasn’t what I wanted.
I made sure that when his lips left my cheek; I turned my head just a little and our lips brushed. Like the first time with Ron; just a light touch, almost like a mistake. There was another warm hug; another little kiss and I went for it all at once. When our lips were close I went in for the kiss and scored a nice big one. Putting everything I’d learned into it; I opened my lips a little, let my tongue slip out a little and got teeth and lips. As things progressed, the hug got tighter; both of us applied more pressure to our mouths, and suddenly we were really kissing! I had my arms locked tightly around his neck and wasn’t about to let go of him. At the same time, he’d reached down and back; his hands clasped my ass and he squeezed like hell. Now it was my turn to moan and wiggle that ass as he held me. Finally, when we both came up for air, he gasped, “Sweet Jesus, are you sure you’re a boy? I can’t believe what just happened.”
My only answer was to clench my cheeks and go back in for another kiss. By the time that one was over (once again breathless) he pushed me back a little and said, “We’d better stop before…” I think I giggled but he continued, “I think we should go for a little…uh…ride.” His cock was getting hard again (I liked that) and his one hand was down inside of the rear of my shorts. This was a change I could learn to love!
“Look, you go to the truck; I’m going to tell your mother that I have to check something at the gas well and, you’re coming with me.”
On the way out of the barn I grabbed the big jar of Vaseline…just in case.
We didn’t even get close to the gas well. We did drive out along the one long field, out of sight of the house and close to the beginning of some woods. He parked in the deep shade. There was no question of why we were there; I found that out as soon as he turned off the engine. In a minute we were locked in another kiss as I went for his cock and his hand went back into my shorts. Actually, one in front and one in the back. I helped him by quickly undoing the button – he pulled down the zipper with ease. There was a little shock when he found that I wasn’t wearing any underpants but; it only slowed him down for a minute.
Damn…I was about to get fucked right in the seat of that old pickup; drilled in the cunt by my father! I knew there was a blanket behind the seat.
In the beginning he was a little hesitant; maybe careful is a better word. He moved in on me but, seemed to take his time about it. I’ll never know if he was being careful or, savoring his first time with me. Daddy’s little boy slut was just the opposite. I went for everything I could get! As things warmed up more; he became like all of the rest of the guys I’d been with…all hands.
That was the main idea! After the first rush was over, my shorts were missing and I had his pants and shorts down…just what I wanted. I also had his rock hard cock in my one hand. Daddy was primed and ready to go to work on me. His size was kind of between Ron and my uncle, taking him would be painful at first but; I knew that I could handle it after I relaxed.
I do remember him asking me how I wanted it. I think I said “In me” which got a smile and the second question, “What position is the best for you?” I told him that, at least for the first time, I’d like to ride him. “Face you, straddle your lap and ease down on you…slowly please.” I also handed him the Vaseline, then watched as he greased-up his cock, before he started on my tight little hole. That led to some creative finger-fucking, a lot of moaning on my part and, a naughty gleam in his eyes. I just stayed on my knees, moaning like a little bitch, while he lubed and probed me between my tight little cheeks.
There was just something about that that felt so good – so right.
Then, it was my turn to mount him, aim his hard cock at my waiting cunt and, settle down slowly. I put my arms around his neck (after getting the head in) then just eased down VERY slowly…gasping…moaning and, a little squealing. My dad’s stiff cock; going right where it seemed to belong! I had to do the same thing with him that I did with every other adult in my sex life then. As I eased down I worked that little ring of muscle around his cock; at the same time pushing like I was going to the toilet. I felt very proud (not to mention VERY full) when it hit bottom but; every inch was buried in my tight little cunt. Every damned inch!
I stopped, leaned against his chest and just moaned like hell for a minute.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes…it’s ok…just give me a minute please?”
I had a lock around his neck; I was tearing-up some but it was getting easier. It helped that his arms were around me, hands on my backside, holding me tight and waiting patiently. My little cunt just burned. I could feel his heartbeat thumping through my body as we waited – damn that felt good! I wasn’t the only one; dad was doing some gasping of his own, a little moaning too. I know it made him feel good.
When I was about as relaxed as I was gonna get I asked him, “Dad, please keep your hands right where they are and don’t let me fall, okay?”
“Don’t worry honey, I won’t let you fall, just take your time. That little ass of yours is so damned tight and hot!”
That deserved a nice wet kiss.
I also wasn’t the only one breathing like hell; I was gasping!
When I thought I could handle it; I leaned forward slightly and pushed up on my knees…slowly. It felt like my insides were being sucked out but, I kept going until just the head was inside of my cunt. We both moaned again; it was like stereo. Then, after a long deep breath (that came out in a squeal) I slid slowly back down his cock. I was trembling so hard that my legs were like rubber!
Things did get easier after a while, I went somewhere out in space and started to ride him a little faster. It was almost a disappointment when he gasped that he was just about ready to cum. God, I was just getting to the point that I was loving it! Ok, I was sore, my little cunt was still burning but…I LOVED IT!
This was my dad; he wasn’t beating me, he was fucking me and he cared. He’d called me ‘honey’ and was enjoying the ride he was getting. That was heaven to me.
He arched his back, leaned his head back and moaned that he was coming. With that, I did two quick up and down’s then took it all as deep as possible. That did the trick; what I felt was wonderful. Not only did he unload in me very hard but; I could ‘feel’ his cock pumping as he shot his load in me! My father was coming in me! Then (just like my uncle) I felt his seed running down inside of me. That was the most wonderful feeling in the world just then. My own father had bred his little cunt.
It did take a while to come down from that. I just fell back against his chest again; breathing like a locomotive…I wasn’t alone. Now he was completely blown away.
By the time I went up on my knees, to help him pull out, I was really in tears. They were tears of pure joy. I was also leaking like hell. We lay there cuddling for a little bit while I made a mess on him then, he found a few rags to wipe both of us off. There had been a real fountain of cum and, it was just dripping out of me. We kissed a little more, told each other that we loved each other, got dressed and went back to the house. I was still shaking like a leaf while I leaned heavily against him and hung on tight.
As we walked into the house; my mother announced that dinner was ready, took one look at me and asked, “What the hell happened?” My dad said ‘nothing’ then, “I’ll tell you later; let’s eat.” I was a little late joining them; I had to pee soooooo bad that I was having trouble holding it and – there was a very wet spot in my shorts. I made a quick stop in the bathroom then cleaned up what I could; it wasn’t much. I also couldn’t hide the fact that I was walking a little funny.
My mother came to my room at bedtime and we had a talk. She wanted to make sure that I was ok and, wanted to make sure I understood about my uncle. She was worrying a little too much and; the talk was embarrassing me. I had to assure her that I understood everything…I did.
The rest of the week both of them were almost doting on me. That became a little bit of a pain after a while but I endured. My uncle did call on Saturday morning, we made plans and everyone had decided that he’d pick me up at the house. My dad wasn’t around; my mother wouldn’t rest until she walked me out to the car and gave me a big kiss to send me off. My sister had no idea what the hell was going on and could care less. She was kept in the dark for a few years about this.
I waited until we were out of sight of the house to attack my uncle.
Although this never happened; it’s been suggested that I attempt to write something about it. As many will realize, from reading other things I’ve posted; had it happened for real, I would have been on cloud nine most of the time. My father hated that I was a sissy and did punish me regularly for that. When he heard a rumor of something I’d done, there would be a trip to the barn. That’s where my young backside would meet the strap or the ‘family’ paddle until I couldn’t sit. He never found out that my one uncle had started fucking me.
As a teen slut; this situation would have been the stuff dreams were made of! At f******n or fifteen I would have been the happiest k** in the whole township. Think of it as alternative history.
The day that my father and I had the little talk I’d been asked to go to the barn with him. This always set me on edge a little (most of the time it just had me trembling in absolute fear) because; going to the barn with him usually meant a session with the paddle or the razor strap. This time he assured me that I wasn’t going to be punished, “I only want to talk to you a little Bobbie…with your interest in sex I believe you should be helping Uncle Charles out. And yes; we’ve talked about things and I know that he’s been…uh…fucking you every chance he has.”
He had no idea how relieved I was to hear that! My little f******n year old backside had been spanked, paddled and strapped more than I wanted to think about. To actually be ‘allowed’ to have sex with my adult uncle (by my dad) was just too hard to believe. To be encouraged to do it seemed unbelievable!
We sat on a couple of bales of hay and talked for a little bit; he wanted to be sure that I understood the reasons he was essentially pimping me out to him. As we talked (just like the times he was about to punish me) I watched his erection grow in his pants and; boy did he get hard! Dad wasn’t even close to being hung like my uncle but; his cock made a very nice bulge.
He explained the reason for cutting me loose on this. The problem was that my aunt had lost all interest in sex; during the past few years. My dad had complained to him about my being a slut before (when I was about twelve) and that’s what got my uncle interested enough to take a chance. They’d never spoken about that but; my dad had decided that – if I could handle him – it was the ideal way to help his brother out. No one had to know about it except us; he explained what kind of trouble my uncle could get into if word ever got out. I just sat there and trembled all over thinking about being able to get that great cock anytime I wanted it.
My uncle had been very nice to me and, was very gentle during sex. He had to be; his cock was at least nine inches of rock hard meat, it had a big head and was a little thick. That part is real; the man was hung.
As we talked, my dad had me move over to sit beside him. When he put his arm around my shoulders, I just shuddered like hell for a while.
“There won’t be any more punishment for anything involving the sexual things you do. That all stops today. Beating your ass doesn’t do any good and I realize that now. I know that you enjoy sucking and anal sex; since you can’t get pregnant, now this is a chance to…sort of…just enjoy yourself.”
He went on to explain that my uncle would call, when he was coming for me. I would get ready then, walk down to the township road and wait for him. He’d drop me off when we were finished.
“Dad…does this mean that I can do ‘anything’ sexual, with ‘anyone’ and you won’t get mad anymore?”
“Yes, I don’t care, just take good care of your uncle for me and, don’t get caught.”
“Does mom know about this?”
“No…but I’ll tell her in a few days. Charles is coming this weekend so she should know that you are going somewhere with him. I think it will be on Saturday, sometime in the late morning. You just be ready, okay?”
Be ready…I was more than ready right then and there!
I was starting to drool over the bulge in his pants so I made sure we were in total agreement. I asked him again, about ‘anything’ with ‘anyone’. He assured me that he meant it; one hundred percent. That was all I needed to hear.
My one hand had been resting on his leg; we were sitting close and his arm was still around my shoulders. Slowly; I slipped my hand up his leg until it rested on that nice bulge. He watched me; gave a gasp when my hand touched his hard cock then, let out a long gasp while leaning back a little and closing his eyes.
“Bobbie,” he said, “I didn’t mean me son.”
I stopped rubbing him and gave a little squeeze. That got an even bigger gasp from him.
“Dad, you said anyone and anything; I thought it meant you too?”
When I squeezed a little harder; he gave a long gasping moan then, drew a long hard breath. As I started to work on his belt, button and zipper (I had enough experience by then that I could get a cock out with one hand) there was more moaning and gasping as he sucked his stomach in to help me. He didn’t say anything; he didn’t try to stop me so, I kept going at it. Boxer shorts are good because you can easily pop the cock through the front. I did that then, slipped my fingers around it and, began to stroke very gently.
In a very harsh strained whisper he said, “OH FUCK! Now I know why you have so many damned friends!”
I thought, ‘That’s right daddy…you always told me to do one thing and, do it the best you can.’
My mouth was very dry but; as I leaned over his lap, worked up as much saliva as I could then, opened good and wide – he gave another long moan…
“Jesus Christ! Where did YOU learn to do THAT?” as most of his cock disappeared into my warm wet mouth. I didn’t answer him; I was too busy trying to get as much cock as possible in my mouth; while not gagging…I did gag anyway. At least we were both enjoying it!
I probably only had to work on him for about ten minutes. He was so well primed that I was tasting pre-cum very soon. Dad gasped and moaned louder and louder as I worked away with my hand and mouth, on that beautiful hard shaft of fatherly meat. All too soon he gave a long loud groan; placed his hand on the back of my head (not too firmly) and hissed, “Jesus…I’m…gonna cum!”
I was already tasting it by then.
Since I couldn’t back away and let the cum fill my mouth; I choked and gagged on it. Some ended up down my throat but, what came out around my lips and my nose started to make a mess. When dad finally did remove his hand; it was time for me to breathe again, swallow what I could and, clean up part of the mess. His cum was thick and a little salty; a connoisseur of sperm, I had to give it an eight at least. My clean-up also took in polishing his still-erect cock. That is until he pushed me away, “Christ, you have to stop…damn…you’re driving me crazy now.” I was just trying to do my best.
So, I asked him, “Was that good dad…I did it right?”
After more heavy breathing he smiled, “Oh yes, you did everything right…trust me…you’re good, very good.”
After a few minutes both of us were about back to normal. I’d cleaned up most of my messy face and was back to leaning against him. There were a few wet spots on his pants but I couldn’t do anything about that.
“Charles told me that you are a good cock sucker; I just didn’t believe it was possible. I mean you’re only f******n, how much could you have learned?” he was still breathing pretty hard. As we talked a little more I noticed that he was still dripping some cum. Leaning down I quickly grabbed his cock, stood it up and gave the head a quick lick. As I stroked a little, to milk it all out and, after he about went through the roof, he jumped and said, “OH god…don’t do that! You’re driving me crazy with that tongue!” I dropped it, went back to leaning against him; we talked a little more then, “Hey…get on my lap…give me a hug.”
I obeyed, straddled his lap facing him and gave him a nice big hug. It turned into a pretty hard one; I looked up at him, he gave me a smile and bent down a little to kiss my cheek. That wasn’t what I wanted.
I made sure that when his lips left my cheek; I turned my head just a little and our lips brushed. Like the first time with Ron; just a light touch, almost like a mistake. There was another warm hug; another little kiss and I went for it all at once. When our lips were close I went in for the kiss and scored a nice big one. Putting everything I’d learned into it; I opened my lips a little, let my tongue slip out a little and got teeth and lips. As things progressed, the hug got tighter; both of us applied more pressure to our mouths, and suddenly we were really kissing! I had my arms locked tightly around his neck and wasn’t about to let go of him. At the same time, he’d reached down and back; his hands clasped my ass and he squeezed like hell. Now it was my turn to moan and wiggle that ass as he held me. Finally, when we both came up for air, he gasped, “Sweet Jesus, are you sure you’re a boy? I can’t believe what just happened.”
My only answer was to clench my cheeks and go back in for another kiss. By the time that one was over (once again breathless) he pushed me back a little and said, “We’d better stop before…” I think I giggled but he continued, “I think we should go for a little…uh…ride.” His cock was getting hard again (I liked that) and his one hand was down inside of the rear of my shorts. This was a change I could learn to love!
“Look, you go to the truck; I’m going to tell your mother that I have to check something at the gas well and, you’re coming with me.”
On the way out of the barn I grabbed the big jar of Vaseline…just in case.
We didn’t even get close to the gas well. We did drive out along the one long field, out of sight of the house and close to the beginning of some woods. He parked in the deep shade. There was no question of why we were there; I found that out as soon as he turned off the engine. In a minute we were locked in another kiss as I went for his cock and his hand went back into my shorts. Actually, one in front and one in the back. I helped him by quickly undoing the button – he pulled down the zipper with ease. There was a little shock when he found that I wasn’t wearing any underpants but; it only slowed him down for a minute.
Damn…I was about to get fucked right in the seat of that old pickup; drilled in the cunt by my father! I knew there was a blanket behind the seat.
In the beginning he was a little hesitant; maybe careful is a better word. He moved in on me but, seemed to take his time about it. I’ll never know if he was being careful or, savoring his first time with me. Daddy’s little boy slut was just the opposite. I went for everything I could get! As things warmed up more; he became like all of the rest of the guys I’d been with…all hands.
That was the main idea! After the first rush was over, my shorts were missing and I had his pants and shorts down…just what I wanted. I also had his rock hard cock in my one hand. Daddy was primed and ready to go to work on me. His size was kind of between Ron and my uncle, taking him would be painful at first but; I knew that I could handle it after I relaxed.
I do remember him asking me how I wanted it. I think I said “In me” which got a smile and the second question, “What position is the best for you?” I told him that, at least for the first time, I’d like to ride him. “Face you, straddle your lap and ease down on you…slowly please.” I also handed him the Vaseline, then watched as he greased-up his cock, before he started on my tight little hole. That led to some creative finger-fucking, a lot of moaning on my part and, a naughty gleam in his eyes. I just stayed on my knees, moaning like a little bitch, while he lubed and probed me between my tight little cheeks.
There was just something about that that felt so good – so right.
Then, it was my turn to mount him, aim his hard cock at my waiting cunt and, settle down slowly. I put my arms around his neck (after getting the head in) then just eased down VERY slowly…gasping…moaning and, a little squealing. My dad’s stiff cock; going right where it seemed to belong! I had to do the same thing with him that I did with every other adult in my sex life then. As I eased down I worked that little ring of muscle around his cock; at the same time pushing like I was going to the toilet. I felt very proud (not to mention VERY full) when it hit bottom but; every inch was buried in my tight little cunt. Every damned inch!
I stopped, leaned against his chest and just moaned like hell for a minute.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes…it’s ok…just give me a minute please?”
I had a lock around his neck; I was tearing-up some but it was getting easier. It helped that his arms were around me, hands on my backside, holding me tight and waiting patiently. My little cunt just burned. I could feel his heartbeat thumping through my body as we waited – damn that felt good! I wasn’t the only one; dad was doing some gasping of his own, a little moaning too. I know it made him feel good.
When I was about as relaxed as I was gonna get I asked him, “Dad, please keep your hands right where they are and don’t let me fall, okay?”
“Don’t worry honey, I won’t let you fall, just take your time. That little ass of yours is so damned tight and hot!”
That deserved a nice wet kiss.
I also wasn’t the only one breathing like hell; I was gasping!
When I thought I could handle it; I leaned forward slightly and pushed up on my knees…slowly. It felt like my insides were being sucked out but, I kept going until just the head was inside of my cunt. We both moaned again; it was like stereo. Then, after a long deep breath (that came out in a squeal) I slid slowly back down his cock. I was trembling so hard that my legs were like rubber!
Things did get easier after a while, I went somewhere out in space and started to ride him a little faster. It was almost a disappointment when he gasped that he was just about ready to cum. God, I was just getting to the point that I was loving it! Ok, I was sore, my little cunt was still burning but…I LOVED IT!
This was my dad; he wasn’t beating me, he was fucking me and he cared. He’d called me ‘honey’ and was enjoying the ride he was getting. That was heaven to me.
He arched his back, leaned his head back and moaned that he was coming. With that, I did two quick up and down’s then took it all as deep as possible. That did the trick; what I felt was wonderful. Not only did he unload in me very hard but; I could ‘feel’ his cock pumping as he shot his load in me! My father was coming in me! Then (just like my uncle) I felt his seed running down inside of me. That was the most wonderful feeling in the world just then. My own father had bred his little cunt.
It did take a while to come down from that. I just fell back against his chest again; breathing like a locomotive…I wasn’t alone. Now he was completely blown away.
By the time I went up on my knees, to help him pull out, I was really in tears. They were tears of pure joy. I was also leaking like hell. We lay there cuddling for a little bit while I made a mess on him then, he found a few rags to wipe both of us off. There had been a real fountain of cum and, it was just dripping out of me. We kissed a little more, told each other that we loved each other, got dressed and went back to the house. I was still shaking like a leaf while I leaned heavily against him and hung on tight.
As we walked into the house; my mother announced that dinner was ready, took one look at me and asked, “What the hell happened?” My dad said ‘nothing’ then, “I’ll tell you later; let’s eat.” I was a little late joining them; I had to pee soooooo bad that I was having trouble holding it and – there was a very wet spot in my shorts. I made a quick stop in the bathroom then cleaned up what I could; it wasn’t much. I also couldn’t hide the fact that I was walking a little funny.
My mother came to my room at bedtime and we had a talk. She wanted to make sure that I was ok and, wanted to make sure I understood about my uncle. She was worrying a little too much and; the talk was embarrassing me. I had to assure her that I understood everything…I did.
The rest of the week both of them were almost doting on me. That became a little bit of a pain after a while but I endured. My uncle did call on Saturday morning, we made plans and everyone had decided that he’d pick me up at the house. My dad wasn’t around; my mother wouldn’t rest until she walked me out to the car and gave me a big kiss to send me off. My sister had no idea what the hell was going on and could care less. She was kept in the dark for a few years about this.
I waited until we were out of sight of the house to attack my uncle.
Emely
- 05.02.2021
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