Date: Fri, 10 Mar 2006 20:28:29 +0200
From: Fleetwood <fleetwood@3i.co.za>
Subject: Sepho and Mr Zama 2 (adult/minor)

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	 I set the table and my father began to dish up our supper that I
had prepared, we were just sitting down to dinner when the telephone began
ringing.  My father excused himself and answered the telephone, while I was
eating I heard him raising his voice and complaining to my mother on the
other end of the line.  Apparently some sort of emergency had arisen and
she was forced to travel out of town unexpectedly for some time.  My father
returned to the table and he was angry as he slumped into his chair and
began eating.
	"Your mother is very trying with her job.  She has to travel and
won't be home for some time.  She couldn't even tell me how long she is
going to be away.  Already she is lacking in her duties as your mother,
making you cook supper every night and cleaning this house which is woman's
work in the traditional Zulu nation.  Besides she is also lacking in her
wifely duties by never being here for my needs!"  Moaned my father as he
ate the meal I had prepared, "thank you my son for this wonderful meal, I
don't know what I would do without you."
	"You're welcome father, I love to look after you and I enjoy
cooking.  I really don't mind cleaning the house either but what do you
mean about "wifely" duties?"  I enquired as I watched my handsome father
eating.
	"Wifely duties, are when a man and woman are together and pleasure
each other, of which I hadn't had in some time, maybe that's why I am so
grumpy lately."  Smiled my father as he winked at me.
	I smiled back at him as my 10 year old mind went into top gear, I
thought if my mother wasn't satisfying my father then perhaps it was my
duty to pleasure him.  After all I was doing all her other duties, now I
knew what to do with Mr Zama.  I could pleasure my father the same way.  We
finished dinner and as my father was washing dishes, I was drying them and
packing them away.  I kept sneaking looks at my father's crotch which was a
noticeable bulge in his work trousers.  After we had finished the dishes we
retired to the lounge and watched some television together.  I was sitting
next to my father when he reached out and put his arm around my shoulders,
drawing me closer to him.  I shifted over and snuggled into his big
muscular body.  I was right up against him when without thinking I placed
my hand onto the inside of his muscular thigh.  As we watched television he
stroked my arm lightly and I followed suit by rubbing my hand up and down
the inside of his thigh.  My father moaned softly and opened his legs, I
looked up at him and he smiled down at me, he didn't say anything but I
noticed the bulge between his legs had filled out and he hadn't told me to
stop so I continued rubbing and my hand slowly moved up higher until it was
brushing against his huge bulge.  Without saying anything, I moved my hand
up and grasped his huge bulge.
	"Oh my God!  What are you doing Sepho!  Why are you grabbing my
private!"  Stammered my father as he closed his legs and shifted away from
me, "what the hell has gotten into you?"
	"I'm sorry Dad, I just thought I was doing right.  I mean I thought
I was helping you.  I thought it was what you wanted, and I know you hadn't
been pleasure for some time because you said so at the table.  I thought it
was my duty and I already know how to pleasure a man!"  I blurted out as I
scampered off the couch and ran to my bedroom.  Once inside my room I began
to cry.
	"Sepho come to my room I need to talk to you."  Said my father as
he stood in the doorway to my room.  He turned and walked down the passage
to his and my mother's bedroom.
	I wiped my eyes at followed my father to his bedroom.  I was
petrified.  Was he going to beat me or how was he going to punish me.  I
stood at the doorway to his bedroom as my father paced the room.  He
beckoned me into his bedroom as he sat down on his big double bed.  I
crossed the room and stood before him.
	"Firstly don't be scared I'm not going to beat you, I love you and
I just what some explanations.  Why did you think you had to pleasure me
was it because your mother isn't around as much as she should be, and what
did you mean when you said you know how to pleasure a man?"  Asked my
father quietly as he slowly reached our and took my small brown hand into
his big dark brown one.
	"Well um, yes because mother isn't here often and you had mentioned
she was lacking in her um, wifely duties um, I thought it was my place
because I'm doing her other duties," I stuttered, "I know how to um,
pleasure a man um, because um, I pleasured Mr Zama next door."  I
whispered.
	"You WHAT!  I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell, but you said you
pleasured Mr Zama?  How did you pleasure Mr Zama?"  Queried my father as he
rubbed my hand and looked questionly at me.
	I dropped my head and began quietly to explain in detail how I had
gone seeking my soccer ball when I had encountered Mr Zama and his huge
black cock.  I continued on how I felt the urge to touch the big black cock
and then to lick and suck on it until it squirted the thick hot stuff into
my mouth.  As I spoke my father went from rubbing my hand to rubbing my
back and neck, I glanced at his crotch and it was enormous and twitching.
I raised my head and my father had a strange look on his face as he
questioned me as to whether I enjoyed sucking Mr Zama's cock.  When I
nodded my head vigorously he asked me if I wanted to pleasured him and
again I nodded vigorously as I hugged him.
	My arms were around his neck and I was hugging him as he hugged me
back and rubbed my back and small bum.  He eventually disentangled my arms
from around his neck and standing up he began to unbutton his shirt.  I
watched spellbound as he stripped his shirt from his muscular body.  Next
he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly, dragging his trousers down to
reveal his tight white underwear with an enormous bulge protruding from the
centre.  My mouth was dry and my eyes were wide when he hooked his thumbs
into the elastic of his underwear and dragged them down.  He stood naked
before me, his handsome face above a smooth dark brown muscular body with
krinkly black hair starting at his naval and running down to spread into a
trimmed bush above a thick throbbing black cock with a forskin covering the
helmet shaped cockhead.  Suddenly my mouth flooded with saliva as I watched
the big thick cock throbbing and twitching in front of me.
	"Well my son, what do we do from here?  Do you want me into stand
or do you want me to sit on the bed?"  Queried my father as he squeezed his
throbbing cock, "are you sure you want to touch my cock?"
	"Oh yes father, I truly want to touch you and pleasure you.  Sit on
the bed and lean back.  Yes!  Just like that and open your legs wide."  I
instructed as I took charge of the situation because suddenly I was the
experienced one.
	My father stretched out across his bed and I crouched between his
legs and reached for his hard throbbing cock.  My small brown and grasped
the thick shaft and I lifted it from his body.  He moaned quietly as I
began to wank his big black cock, as his forskin rolled back I saw his
creamy chocolate brown cockhead exposed.  It was a different colour to Mr
Zama's and my Dad's cock was longer and a little thicker but Mr Zama had
bigger balls.  As I wanked my Dad's throbbing cock I reached and began
fondling his balls.  My Dad's hips began to lightly thrust up from the bed
as my hand slid down his big black throbbing cock.  He was breathing fast
and his head was swinging from side to side as he coaxed me on with things
like, "Oh baby yes" and "Oh yes that's so nice" as he moaned and groaned in
between.  As I wanked my father's cock I leaned forwards and licked his
cockhead when his forskin was retracted, he lurched up onto his elbows and
shouted out a curse "Oh fuck, Oh fuck yes, yes!".  As I licked his cockhead
like an ice-cream on a hot summer day.  When I had thoroughly licked the
creamy chocolate brown cockhead, I opened my mouth and engulfed it while I
sucked, I swirled my tongue around and forced the tip into the slit in the
middle of the swollen cockhead.
	My father proceeded to curse, moan, groan and whimper as my small
mouth latched onto his cockhead and as I sucked I wanked his thick
throbbing cock with one hand while I squeezed and twisted his nipple with
my other hand.  My father grasped me behind my head as he thrust his hips,
threw back his head and cried out loudly.  Urging me to suck more of his
cock and telling me I was the best son in the world.  He grasped his other
nipple in one hand and matched me in squeezing and twisting and began
groaning he was cumming.
	"Oh sweet Mary!  Oh fuck yes!  Yes, yes suck my daddy cock!  Oh
baby suck daddy's big, big cock!  Yes you wonderful son!  Fuck yes, suck
me, yes suck me harder, harder!  I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Oh Jesus yes yes
I'm cumming cumming,cccccuuuummmmmmiiinnng!!!"  cried my father as his huge
cock swelled bigger and he began pumping thick warm stuff into my mouth and
down my throat as I swallowed and swallowed.
	I eventually stopped sucking on the father's wilted cock and
dropped it as my father's breathing became normal again and he lifted his
head and the opening his arms he called me into them.  I crawled up the bed
and into his arms, he hugged me an I humped my hard throbbing 4" boy cock
into his side as he rubbed my back.
	"Oh baby!  I'm sorry you haven't cum yet.  Here let daddy help
you."  Said my father breathlessly as he reached for my hard throbbing boy
cock and began waking it slowly.  Then he lifted me up and placed me upon
his broad muscular chest in a straddled position.  He raised his head and
began licking my cockhead as he stretched my forskin back to its tightest
position.  Then he reached forwards and his thick brown lips closed around
my throbbing 10 year old cock causing me to cry out and thrust my cock into
his warm wet mouth.  He sucked my whole cock into his mouth and as he
sucked I thrust wildly until my body went into convulsions and I cried out
wildly until my cock was to sensitive to remain in my father's warm wet
mouth.  I collapsed on the bed beside him and he chuckled as he hugged me
and thanked me.
	"Dad, did you like it?  Can we do this again?"  I queried as I
hugged my father back.
	"Oh yes son!  Oh yes of course we can do this again and again and
again BUT it's our secret and nobody must ever, ever know."  Cautioned my
father as he answered me.
	I nodded my small head as I drifted off to sleep and my Dad slept
beside me.