Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2017 14:24:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Planting the Seed

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*****

Damn, but it was a pleasure to watch him at work. All big muscles,
thrusting and flexing beautifully, the thick power of his glutes as they
dimpled with each determined fuckthrust. Amy was enjoying it, too. He
wasn't just throwing her a quick fuck like maybe she'd expected - he was
really giving it to her, with the self-assurance of a hot young man with
plenty of experience. Once they'd worked out that slight initial
awkwardness of two people getting to know each other naked for the first
time, you could see it in the way her back arched, her big nipples
stiffened, in the little breathy gasps and sighs and moans she let out. In
the way she looked back over her shoulder at him - not like a porn star
faking it, but the look of a woman getting filled thoroughly and well.

Yeah, I was proud of him. Damn proud. I watched from the armchair, lazily
stroking my cock, watching the real-life porno playing out in my living
room. Watching his beautifully muscled body flow with hers, the light gleam
of sweat on his skin. The attentive look on his face as he pleasured
her. The way he kept looking over to me, almost for my approval, beaming
that big, sexy grin of his when I nodded and grinned at him each time. My
boy. Fucking for me. Fucking for us. Fucking for something we'd both talked
about for a while now, something that had driven us crazy with the
intensity of it.

My son was breeding. Realizing his fullest potential as a man - not a boy,
a kid anymore, but a man, just like me. I could see it in the power of his
ex-jock body, the newly refined, stronger features of his handsome young
face, and most of all in the confident, skilful way he fucked her. His
first time with a woman since his junior year of college, he said, and I
believed him. I'd wondered how this would go, his first time fucking pussy
after a few years of strictly man to man sex. Wondered how I'd feel inside,
seeing him slide the thickness of his potent, fertile young cock up inside
the moist pink of her pussy. Would I be jealous? Would I be turned off? The
answer to that was a definitive "hell no" - I was proud, and excited, and
turned on beyond belief. I'd watched him fuck others before, other guys,
always with my blessing, my approval - but this was something beyond all
that. This wasn't for him - this was for us. For the future.

Dylan fucked with the kind of self-assurance I'd always imagined, when I'd
stroked my cock picturing him with one of his many girlfriends back in high
school, or college. Just the way he told me he fucked, in those heated
late-night phone calls, him in his dorm room bed, me in my king bed back
home, the both of us naked and stroking as he told me every last dripping
detail of his exploits. The only difference was, he wouldn't kiss Amy. I
could see she wanted to, see it on her face, in the way she stared lustily,
needfully up at him, her lips parted and moist. She was a sexy young woman,
and it would've been the most natural thing in the world. I knew from
plenty of experience that Dylan was a hell of a kisser, so I felt a little
bad for her that she was being denied that experience. But he'd just shift
his head whenever she tried to move things in that direction, look away
from her and over to me. This wasn't about romance, or passion - not with
her, anyway. In a weird way, even though he was fucking her, this was all
about romance and passion between him and me. Romance, passion... and the
breed.

I knew my boy, knew his needs, knew how alike we were. Knew what he
wanted. Knew what he needed from me. I stood up from the chair, my cock
leading the way, big and hard and gleaming with my precum and spit, and
made my way over to them. Dylan's eyes tracked my movements with a kind of
hunger, a need that I bet he didn't even realize he was showing. A definite
worshipfulness, as he watched me approach, and kneel down beside the two of
them. I felt Amy's hand move to the thick muscle of my flexed thigh as I
settled down beside him, but that was just a faint echo, noise from another
room. Instead, I focused on Dylan, on my son, and ran my own hand up the
back of his powerful thigh, over the hard-flexing curve of his muscular
ass. I felt him shiver and fuck a little harder, a little deeper, as I ran
my hand up through the sweat-beaded small of his back, over the hard-carved
musculature of his torso, trailing my thick fingers up his spine. He let
out a low, deep moan and fixed his eyes on mine.

"You're fucking her so good, son," I said, my voice low and deep and husky.

"Yeah Dad," he murmured back. "Gonna fuck a load into her real soon. Make
her pregnant. Make a baby in her, Dad. For us."

"That's my boy," I growled, and leaned in and kissed him. He moaned almost
gratefully as he sucked hard on my tongue, his starting to duel with mine,
and I slid my hand down to feel the powerful flex of his stunning young ass
as he plowed his thick cock deeper into her. Opened her up even wider, as
he pushed his big, thick babymaker even deeper into her fertile, willing
depths.

Amy moaned beneath us, and Dylan chuckled into our intense, incestuous
kiss. She was the one, alright - he'd been surprised to find somebody as
kinky as we were, as into this idea as us, but I knew a little bit more
about women than he did. I'd had my adventures, with all kinds of
adventurous girls. I knew they could be just as dirty, and kinky, and pervy
as us guys. Honestly, it would be sexist to assume otherwise, wouldn't it?
Dylan's mother had been one of those adventurous girls, at least before he
was born and she'd flicked the 'Off' switch on her libido and our sex
life. Not that any of that mattered anymore. The only woman who mattered to
either of us now was Amy, the soon-to-be mother of Dylan's first child -
our first child, Dylan had insisted, and the way he'd said that, the lusty
determination on his handsome face, in his eyes, had made me fuck a second
load into him, that night he'd first suggested it.

So I found Amy for us, for this. It had taken awhile - Dylan had started
talking about this while he was still in college, about wanting to be a
young Dad like me. With me, he'd insisted, and Christ, I loved him even
more for that. For how well he'd tapped into that even deeper level of
fantasies that churned in my brain. Yeah, sure, we were pervs, but for each
other - we weren't trying to have a kid so we could fuck him. If that
happened, if our future son - and we knew, instinctively, it was going to
be a son - turned out that way, turned out like us, well, that would just
be a bonus. This was more than that. This was about that manly instinct to
breed, to harness your masculine potency, to celebrate your rich, fertile
maleness. The intensely powerful combination of creating life through
pleasure. I'd always regretted not having another kid after Dylan, but the
upside of that was that we got to share each other now. Just him and
me. Father and son, sexually bonded, partners. About to become parents
together. It was a fucking trip, and an enormous turnon for us both. For
Amy too, it turned out, and I got the sense she would've been willing to
help us out with this even without the very handsome payment she was
getting for her assistance.

Amy was pretty, kinky, and as into this idea almost as much as we
were. Better than that, she was fertile, and ready to do this for us. And
here she was, opening herself up to my son's big, handsome sonmaker of a
cock, egging him on with her body and her words. Her eyes gleaming with
lust and pleasure, watching father and son making out deeply as she fucked
back against my big boy, spurring him on even harder.

"She's so tight inside, Dad," Dylan moaned when we finally parted, a strand
of spit connecting our parted lips, which he hungrily slurped up. "So tight
around my cock. Ready for me to cum in her, Dad. Ready for me to preg her
up."

"Yeah, son?" I grunted, squeezing his flexing ass, then reaching down the
muscles of his front to feel the base of his thick cock. My hand slipped
down the impressive curve of his ass, down his cleft, fingers sliding into
his sweaty cleft to tease his tight, furry hole, making him moan. The
sounds of his hips slapping against her pert, upturned ass echoed harder
through the room.

"You gonna knock her up good, huh buddy?" I growled against his strong,
thick neck, licking the sweat beading there. "Show her how fertile you
are?"

"Oh fuck yeah, Dad," Dylan grunted, and doubletimed her pussy, making her
whimper. "Put our fucking babies inside her. Fuck yes..."

"Attaboy," I said, pulling his mouth to mine for another intense, wet kiss
as my thumb pushed against his tight little hole, my fingers stretching
along his taint to tickle his big, cum-filled balls. He moaned into my
mouth, and fucked her with even more intensity.

I felt a hand wrap around the throbbing thickness of my cock, and looked
down. Amy smiled up at me between moans, stroking along my potent girth,
that wicked twinkle in her eye.

"You should be doing this together, Tom," she said, her voice husky,
sensual. I felt Dylan's big hand caress, then squeeze the firm muscle of my
ass, his lips tracing a course up and down the side of my neck. "Both of
you. Father and son. Breeding together. Really together."

I didn't get it at first, lost in the intensity of being by my son's side
as he prepared to impregnate this woman.

"Oh god, yeah Dad," Dylan said.

Dylan took my hand and moved it to the swell of her ass. So different from
his, an old sensation that was immediately familiar. So soft, smooth,
rounded, unlike the harder, denser muscles of our asses. He laced his
fingers into mine and squeezed the supple flesh beneath, smiling at me,
eyes big with lusty excitement.

"C'mon, you two," Amy said, with a little chuckle that was intensely
sensual. "I'm a big girl. I can take it. Can take you. And you know it's
better this way. Both of you. Both your cocks, both your cum, both your
sperm..."

I growled as I got the picture, and just like that, Amy and Dylan were
shifting around, changing positions, making room for me. Dylan popped free
of the confines of her pussy, his cock big and shiny and oh so hard, as he
sprawled out handsomely on his back, grinning up at me. Amy kneeled to the
side with that sexy grin, waiting for me to assume the position. I followed
my instincts, shuffling up between Dylan's big, spread thighs, pushing our
cocks together. We both moaned, Amy's slickness making his cock feel like
wet silk against mine, and he was ready for me to lean in and kiss him,
hard and wet, as we thrust our potent, babymaking father-and-son cocks up
against each other.

"Save that for me, boys," Amy said, giving my ass a playful smack, and I
leaned in to kiss her, with passion and gratitude for what she was doing
for us. How far she was willing to go with us.

Dylan's big hand wrapped around both our cocks, squeeze-stroking them
together, priming them for entry, as Amy shifted around to straddle him,
her sweet-smelling back to my chest. I slid my hands up her soft, shapely
thighs as she tossed her hair over her shoulder, lifted her ass up, and
then guided herself down onto the throbbing, twinned mass of our cocks.

Me and my best bud had double-fucked a girl in college, more than once. It
had been like baby steps, on our way to cutting out the middleman - or
middlewoman, I guess - and just going for it together, dude to dude. So I
remembered that there was an art to this. You had to let her set the pace,
just like taking a dude's cherry for the first time. Let her adjust to the
size, the intensity, let her open up and slowly take you inside. I guessed
this wasn't Amy's first time at the rodeo, because it seemed to take barely
any time at all before my son and I were enveloped in the tight, moist
warmth of her, the three of us moaning together as her pussy opened up
heroically to take our father-and-son cocks together. It was an incredibly
intense feeling, made doubly so by the deep throbbing of my son's thick,
hard cock against mine. Enveloped together inside of her, wrapped in sweet,
velvety heat.

I knew it wasn't going to take long. It couldn't, not as intense as this
felt. I hadn't been prepared for this, but I'd been priming myself for some
time, watching Amy service my son, getting his big, handsome cock ready for
breeding duty. Full of lusty pride at his final transition into
manhood. Excited to start this intense journey with him. Taking him by the
hand and guiding him down the road to fatherhood. And now, it was Amy
taking us both by the hand, by the hand and the cock, and leading us there
together, up deep inside of her.

Once she'd adjusted to us and gave us the go-ahead, her skin glowing with
sweat, her face shifting from one of stress to one of pleasure, my son and
I set to work. Fucking her, yes, but more than that, fucking each other
inside of her. Big and bare, leaking, ready to shoot our familial seed
together, and create a new life with each other. I'd managed to make Dylan
cum like a fountain several times with breeding talk, and if it were
possible, I would have knocked his big, sexy ass up years ago. Or let him
do it to me. This was the next best thing, but damn, it was a very fine
thing indeed, and from the way his big young dick throbbed against mine
inside of Amy, I knew he was feeling it just as intensely as I was.

Dylan pushed himself up onto his hands, his big chest and arms flexing
thick-muscled and beautifully, so we could lock eyes over Amy's shoulder as
we thrust up against each other.

"Doin' it together, Dad," he murmured huskily. "Breeding together. Makin' a
fucking baby with each other, Dad."

"Making a son together, buddy," I grunted, and he moaned and craned up to
kiss me hard. This time, when he pulled back, he turned to Amy and kissed
her too, and I was treated to the sight of his thick, agile tongue dancing
with hers.

"Can we breed you, Amy?" he said, and there was something almost charmingly
gentlemanly and earnest in the way he asked her. In his face, I saw the
echo of the handsome, polite boy he'd been, and the man he was fast
becoming, and it was an incredibly powerful thing to behold as a
father. "Can we put our baby inside of you?

"Yes... I want you to," she moaned breathily. "Knock me up, men. Get me
pregnant. Let me make a son for you. Help you make a family."

"Oh fuck," Dylan moaned, his face crinkling, and I knew he was dangerously
close. Close to flooding her fertile pussy with his rich, potent young
cum. Ready to breed, like a man. Like I had, the night I made him. Ready to
do it with me.

All that knowledge, the intensity of it, made my balls churn, brought me
right along behind him. We locked eyes over Amy's shoulder again, feeding
off each other's intensity, as we thrust harder against each other in the
sweet confines of her pussy. Reading each other's faces, trying to time it
just exactly right...

"Let's cum, Dad," he moaned. "Let's breed. Let's get her pregged up. You
and me, together."

"Yeah, you ready to be a daddy, son?" I panted, and he nodded intently.

"So fuckin' ready, Dad," he said. "Ready to be a daddy with you, big guy."

"Then let's do it, son," I growled, pulling his head in to kiss him as Amy
discreetly ducked aside and we throbbed together inside of her.

I reached around her slender hip to find the trimmed fur of her pussy,
slipping down to seek out her clit, wanting instinctively to make her cum
with us, anything to help her pull our potent baby-making sperm even deeper
inside of her... and found Dylan's finger already there. We grunted
together as we worked on her, feeling her quiver and writhe between and
around us. She started to squeal and tighten around us even more, and that
was our signal to let go, and let our rich seed spurt inside of her
grasping, quivering insides. We growled lustily into each other's mouths,
father and son sowing our seed together inside of her, and the orgasm was
unlike any I'd ever experienced. Even more intense than the one that had
created him nearly 24 years ago. Even more mindblowing than our first
shared cum together.

Amy eventually managed to extricate herself from between us, as we helped
guide her up the spent, still-hard thickness of our father-and-son
cocks. They were glazed with juices, hers and ours, and it was a real kick
to taste each other, mixed in with her unique, feminine sweet-sourness, as
we sprawled out on the rug to clean each other's cocks in a slow, tender
69. We shared those tastes, my big son wrapped up in my arms as we leaned
back against the couch and made out lazily in our shared afterglow.

"You think it worked, Dad?" he said when we came up for air.

"I got a feeling it did, son," I grinned, ruffling his sweaty,
reddish-brown hair. And I really did have a peculiar feeling about it -
some kind of lizard-brain awareness that it had taken. That we'd managed to
breed Amy up, together. Didn't matter which one of our sperm reached the
target - we were going to be fathers, together.

"I do too," he grinned back, and damn but he was handsome. He had the best
of my features, mixed in with a trace of his mother's, and he looked more
than a little like I did at his age, when I'd just become a young father
myself.

Amy came back into the room and found us slowly kissing again, just
savoring each other now, father and son sharing the depth and intensity of
our bond, and the incredible act we'd just committed together.

"Damn, you boys are cute together," she sighed. "I have a good feeling
about this. And if that one didn't take, well... guess we'll just have to
try again, won't we?"

We tugged our discarded shorts on to walk her to the front door together,
where she turned and laid a deep, soulful kiss on us both, giving our asses
a squeeze as she did.

"Hell, if you want to do it again just to be sure, you know where to find
me," she said with a grin. "I'll see you soon, daddies."

A few weeks later, she texted us both a picture. The pregnancy test had a
blue positive indicator on it. Dylan and I fucked two loads out of each
other with the pic on the screen of his phone beside us.

"You did it, you fertile stud fuck," I grunted just before I planted my
first load deep inside him. "God damn, you're all man, son."

"No Dad," he grunted back, his hands curling around the back of my neck to
pull me in close, locking eyes with me. "We did it. Got her pregnant
together. And now we're gonna have a son together, you big babymaking
stud. Now breed me up, Dad. Let's go two-for-two."

"Fuck yes," I growled. "Maybe next time, we can cut out the middleman and
get each other pregnant, huh buddy?"

"Or better yet," he grinned, that lusty, pervy twinkle in his eyes. Jesus,
he really was a chip off the old block. Every inch of him my son. "Maybe
we'll knock our boy up. Together, again."

"God damn, you're going to make a great Daddy," I said, then leaned in to
kiss him as I planted another big, fertile load inside my son.

Who knows - maybe one of these days, it would take, and we could cut out
the middleman. Or middlewoman. In the meantime, we knew who we could turn
to to make it happen for us. Dylan had already repeatedly bred my ass,
telling me how he wanted to raise a houseful of sons with me. If Amy was up
for that, so were we. They say fatherhood is an adventure, and as I shot my
fertile cum up inside of my son, and watched his equally potent, sonmaking
seed shoot over the sweaty muscles of his stomach, I knew it was a journey
my son was more than ready to join me on. Me and my boy, breeding with each
other. Celebrating our manhood, as family. Making our family bigger,
together. One potent, fertile load at a time.