Date: Sat, 7 May 2011 19:11:36 -0400
From: green_fairy@Safe-mail.net
Subject: My Girlfriend's Hot Dad

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.


My Girlfriend's Hot Dad


	Hi. My name is Joshua Billings and when this story took place, I
had just turned fifteen. I guess you could say I'm pretty decent looking
with short, jet-black hair and blue eyes and a pretty tight body that
running track kept in shape. I started going out with Alexia Harding after
my birthday party. I didn't ask her or anything, she kind of ordered
me. Alex was a good looking girl, don't get me wrong, but I had the feeling
that something wasn't quite right with me. For one thing, whenever I
watched a porno, I always found myself staring more at the guy than the
chick getting fucked. I knew that a girl could get me hard, but what really
boned me up was older men.

	"Don't be late tonight."

	"Huh?" I said, startled out of my daydream.

	"For dinner, silly," Alex said. "Remember your coming over for
dinner."

	"Right," I said, nonchalantly. I wasn't looking forward to this at
all, but in the back of my mind, I knew that if Alex was my girlfriend, the
guys at school would stop picking on me for not having a girl and I could
blend in a lot easier. If I had to have sex with her every so often, that
wouldn't be so bad. At least she wasn't a cow.

	That night, my mom dropped me off at Alexia's house. I felt really
nervous for some reason. I guess all guys felt like this the first time
they meet their girlfriend's parents. I rang the doorbell and heard
footsteps approaching. An attractive older woman opened the door and said,
"Hi. You must be Josh. I'm Kathy, Alexia's mom."

	"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Harding," I said as politely as I could. I
guess she was pleased by my manners, because she smiled and gestured for me
to come inside.

	Alex came bounding downstairs and jumped up on me so that I had to
catch her before leaning down and giving me an embarrassingly intimate kiss
in front of her mother.

	"Oh, for God's sake, Alex," Mrs. Harding said. "Will you please
behave like a lady for once."

	"Yeah cause it works so well for you, huh?" Alex shot back.

	Mrs. Harding looked like she might yell something at her daughter,
but restrained herself. "I'm going check on dinner. Josh, make yourself at
home."

	"Thanks," I said awkwardly.

	Alex grabbed my hand and lead me into the living room. She told me
to sit down on the sofa, and then she crawled into my lap. I guess we were
supposed to be watching television, but Alex seemed more interested in
grinding her ass into my crotch. When you're fifteen, you sneeze and you
get a boner, so it didn't take long for me to sprout wood. I began to lose
control of myself and grabbed Alex's waist and began positioning her for
the maximum pleasure of my cock rubbing against my silk boxer shorts. Just
when I was about to pass the point of no return, I heard a loud cough
coming from the door off to the side of the living room that apparently
lead into the backyard.

	I quickly pushed Alex out of my lap and turned to see the man of my
dreams standing in the doorway. The god before me was well over six feet
tall and had green eyes and close-cropped brown hair. He was in his late
30's and wore an oversized trucker's cap, a stained wife-beater, and well
worn jeans that looked to be about two sized too small for the massive
crotch they contained. He looked to have about three days worth of stubble
on his face and there were tufts of brown hair sticking out from the top of
the wife-beater and from underneath his big arms. He was sweating,
apparently having just finished some yard work outside and in a few seconds
the smell of his musk mixed with freshly cut grass invaded my senses and
made my dick impossibly harder.
	"Hi, daddy," Alex said innocently.

	"Don't `Hi, daddy' me, girl," he growled. He sounded as though
maybe he had smoked a lifetime's worth of cigarettes in about half the
time. Indeed, he pulled out a pack of Marlboro Reds from his jean pocket,
pulled out a cig, and lit it from a highly polished silver Zippo
lighter. "I saw you getting all nasty with this boy. You need to cut that
shit out or you'll wind up like me -- with a goddamn kid at sixteen." He
turned his attention back on me. "Who the fuck are you, anyways?"

	"Hi... I'm... errr, well... I'm Josh, Mr. Harding, sir."

	Mr. Harding turned back to Alex. "What's he fuckin retarded or
something?"

	"Daddy!"

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	Dinner was uneventful aside from Mr. Harding -- who's first name
I learned was Trey -- tossing a few insults everyone's way. The more beer
he drank, the funnier the though he was being. Mrs. Harding and Alex
weren't laughing. Apparently, they had put up with this for ages and didn't
find it amusing. I learned that Mr. Harding was a sergeant in the Marine
Corps, which probably accounted for his crass sense of humor.

	And the end of the evening, I got ready to leave. My parents were
out of town, so there was no one to give me a ride home. It was only a
couple of miles from here, though, so I was prepared to just walk
home. Mrs. Harding got wind of this and said, "Trey, give the kid a ride
home."

	Mr. Harding looked disgusted. "The fuck, Kath? I got half a buzz
on. I wanna watch the game and go to bed. My ass has been out in the sun
all day working that huge fucking yard you just had to have when we bought
the place."

	"It's really okay...," I began.

	"Nonsense," Mrs. Harding said. "Trey, get your lazy ass out the
door and then on the way back, do me a favor and park your ass at the bar
cause I don't feel like putting up with your shit tonight."

	"Fine!" Trey shouted. The at me, "Come on!"

	Alex rolled her eyes as if to say this kind of thing was just the
norm. "See what I have to live with? Later, sexy," she said before giving
me a wet kiss.

	I broke away from her face and said, "Bye," very awkwardly. I ran
out the door and saw that Mr. Harding had already started the engine of his
F250 pickup truck. I climbed up into the passenger seat, told him where I
lived and without a word, he backed up onto the street and slammed the gas
causing the wheels to spin out. A couple minutes later, he was mumbling,
"Fucking bitch... rides my ass... and she ain't put out since Bush was in
office."

	I tried to keep my eyes straight ahead of me, but the intoxicating
smell of Trey's sweat mixed with beer and cigarettes kept drawing my eyes
to him like I was eyeing a hot apple pie that someone had just set out to
cool. He lit another Marlboro Red, and the cabin filled with the pungent
smell that only served to make my dick harder. I was praying that
Mr. Harding wouldn't notice. He was the type of guy who seemed just as
likely to bash in a fag's face just as soon as he'd look at one.

	I had just finished that thought when Mr. Harding turned and caught
me staring at his crotch. He looked at me, then my crotch and then he
slammed on the brakes, pulling into one of the fields my neighbors
owned. Once we were a good hundred yards from the road, he stopped the
truck and growled at me, "Get the fuck out, faggot."

	Petrified, I climbed out of the truck and he quickly followed. He
came up to me and grabbed me by the neck and threw me against the grill of
the pickup. "Were you checking me out, faggot?"

	I was still in stunned silence and he grabbed my shirt collar,
pulling me inches from his face.

	"I asked you a question, boy. Now I ain't gonna ask again... were
you looking at my Marine cock or not?"

	There was nothing I could do. This hairy older man had almost a
hundred pounds on me and though I was a runner, there was no way I could
outrun his truck. "Yes," I said weakly.

	"What's that? I couldn't hear that, pussy."

	There was nothing to do but shout and pray that it appeased this
god of masculinity that I had provoked to anger. "Yes! I want your cock,
sir! I've had a hard-on since you walked in from the backyard."

	He grunted and then shoved me on my knees. "Show me how much you
want my cock, you little faggot," he said, unzipping the fly on his crusty
jeans. All of a sudden, there it was. The headlights of the truck were
shining on the object of my desire since I had first seen this colossus of
a man. I was forced to gasp at the size of it. It was certainly over eight
inches... probably closer to nine. "That bitch always complained about it
being too big for her little cunny. But you ain't gonna complain, are you,
bitch boy?"

	"No, sir..." And that was all I could get out before Mr. Harding
grabbed the sides of my head and shoved his huge cock down my throat. Thank
god I had been practicing deep throating for just such an occasion, because
it certainly came in handy now. He was shoving his cock in and out of my
mouth and with each plunge, it went deeper and deeper.

	"Swallow it!" Trey shouted. "All the way down."

	Even my practicing couldn't prepare my throat for his huge
monster. As my lips touched his pubic hairs, I gagged and expelled the
beastly cock along with a generous amount of my spit and his pre-cum which
dribbled down my chin and made a mess all over the front of my shirt. I
looked at it in a daze.

	"What... you want a fucking bib, you big baby? Get back on my
cock."

	Obeying my new cock master, I looked back up and once again
swallowed his cock. This time, I was quicker getting it crammed all the way
down my throat. When I pulled back for air, I could smell his pungent
unwashed crotch. He didn't take a shower before dinner, so he still had the
sweat and grime and smell of grass from his earlier yard work on him. This
was what a real man smelled like and I was so privileged to be servicing
his massive manhood. My knees were getting sore and my eyes were watering
but there was no way I was going to stop my ministrations on Mr. Harding's
meat. I was a little afraid of what he might do, but more so, I just wanted
to suck his cock for as long as I could.

	Mr. Harding began growling like an animal. It was a deep, guttural
sound that turned me on even more than I already was. My dick was straining
against my silk boxers much worse now than when Alex was grinding my
crotch. I just couldn't help it any longer and unbuttoned my jeans and
opened the fly of my undershorts letting my teen cock out its
cage. Mr. Harding looked down and must have seen what I was doing cause he
laughed.

	"I knew it. One taste of real man cock and you faggots go
ape-shit. It's the same way in the Corps. I never have a shortage of hot
private pussy cause you fags are too easy to give up the ass... which is a
lot more than I can say for my cunt of a wife."

	My dick throbbed at the revelation that Mr. Harding had been
breeding fags with his massive cock for quite some time. That got me
thinking about what it would be like to get fucked by my girlfriend's dad
and I just couldn't hold back anymore. My dick erupted, spewing my teen
spunk all over Mr. Harding's steel-toe boots.

	Mr. Harding's grunts got deeper and more urgent. He was
skull-fucking me in the most literal sense. "Yeah, boy... take it. Bout to
shoot my Marine cum down your fucking gullet. You better swallow every
fucking drop, faggot. Ah, yeah... here it comes. Here's daddy's
load... Aaaaaah!" The giant dong down my throat began throbbing and I knew
Mr. Harding's jizz-filled balls were unloading in my belly. Just when I
thought I was going to pass out, he let go of my head and I was able to
pull back and breath again.

	I started to get up, my weak knees barely supporting me but I was
pushed back down almost immediately.

	"The fuck you think you're doing, boy? You ain't done eating yet,"
he said pointing at his cum-covered boots. "You think I'm gonna walk around
with your queer boy spunk on my boots? Get to cleaning and be grateful I
won't make you eat the jizz you shot on the ground."

	Humiliated, I lowered my head to Mr. Harding's boots and licked all
my cum off. "Is that good, sir?" I asked once his boots were shining from
my saliva.

	He looked down and grunted as he stuffed his meat back in his
jeans. "I suppose. Now do up your pants and get back in the truck."

	I got back into the cab of the F250, keeping my eyes
down. Mr. Harding got back into the truck and I could feel his eyes boring
into me. "So, boy... I heard your parents are out of town. And my bitch
wife won't care if I'm back anytime soon."

	I looked up at him, my eyes widening and my cock already expanding
again.

	He smiled and lit another Marlboro. "Oh, yeah. Our fun little
evening is just getting started. When I'm done with you, you ain't gonna be
able to sit on your boy pussy for a month," he laughed as he started the
engine, threw it in reverse and hit the gas, speeding back to the highway
-- the lights on my house twinkling in the distance.