Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2007 17:37:16 -0400
From: Red Right <redrt@hotmail.com>
Subject: LESSONS FROM MY FISTING DAD - Part II (gay/authoritarian)

*Standard disclaimers apply.  This story and its characters are fictional
(although loosely based on some role playing with a hot Dad from my past.)
It is sexual in nature, with an incestuous and kinky theme.  If this is
offensive to you, please do not read further.  If you are under legal age to
read this material or you live in an area where this is illegal, please do
not read further.  All characters are of consenting legal age.

If you are uninitiated, read Part I: LESSONS FROM MY FISTING DAD before
proceeding.  The following chapter continues the former. Comments are
appreciated - RedRt@hotmail.com


MORE LESSONS FROM MY FISTING DAD


The bond between Dad and I has been strengthened over the last several
months.

Dad and I are bonded in the most intimate, personal connection. My ass. His
fist. I can't begin to explain the level, the depth, the layers of meaning
this connection has forged between us. We are one - his fist in my boy
cunt, his forearm fucking my stretching Boy pussy. The physical connection
of him inside me has created this invisible strand between us. I am only
grateful that he caught me during that one fateful day that has brought us
to this state.

That very first experience was memorable. It was also very fortunate that I
just happened to be very clean - inside me that is.  Little did I realize
what real assplay is about. It is not merely the physical actions of fist
meeting anus. It is not only about the connection and communication between
Dad and his Boy. It is not just about Trust (with a capital T - at that).
But very important - it is critical - that Boy understand how to
prepare. Preparation equals cleanliness. Cleanliness is not inherent. Boy
requires lessons. Thank God that Dad is a patient and very willing Teacher.

After that initial experience with Dad that began our relationship, my ass
was so hungry and needing of Dad's fist, arm, connection, touch. The next
day, my hole was so hungry, so wild for Dad's attention that I couldn't
wait for him to get home from a long day out on the road.

I undressed. Knowing that Dad would get home within the hour, I decided to
get my hungry, Boy pussy ready. I put on a video from Dad's collection (now
out on full display; no need to hide in shoeboxes in the closet at this
stage!). I popped in REAR END ALIGNMENT in the video player and hit PLAY.
The tape was somewhere near the end, some hot dude with a huge, hard dick
getting fisted on the back of a pickup truck! Man was it hot! His hole was
just so fucking hungry! And the top - what a fucking hot DAD!!!! I was
instantly hard. I selected one of Dad's various toys (quite a collection, I
may add). It was about 9 inches long, about 3-4 inches in girth. I selected
this dildo as it most resembled my Dad's hot cock. With a towel under me, I
dug into the can of Crisco, smeared it on my ass, smeared it inside my
hole, smeared it on the toy.  SHIT! On screen the hot, hard-dicked bottom
was sitting - FUCKING SITTING - up and down on his Dad's arm supported on
the bed of the pickup truck. His hole was just going up and down on the
clenched fist. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I took that now
familiar vitamin bottle (stuffed with cotton balls with a generous pouring
of poppers), shook it a few times, unscrewed it and took a deep, deep
whiff.  It hit me immediately. My hole took over my head: FEED ME it
commanded. I inserted the toy into my inviting hole. In it went. No
restraint. No complaint. No pain. I took a deep breath, my head rolling
back on the pillow. I inserted the rubber dick further into my ass, my
second sphincter completely willing and open. In it went all the way to the
base (I was impressing myself). Then I pulled out. Halfway. Then in -
completely. On screen the arm was in, was out. I mimicked this with the
toy. Then suddenly, oops, what the fuck? FUNKY!!!! SHIT!!!! Like, oh
shit. REAL shit.


Oops.

What the fuck? I said to myself. Damn. What a fucking buzzkill. The towel
is stained. My dick is now limp. Poppers whiff wasted.

WHAT'S MY FUCKING BOY UP TO HERE?!?  Dad exclaims, his one thick arm
leaning against the bedroom doorway, the other hand, feeling his visible
bulge on his faded, tight denim.

"Oh shit, Dad," I replied, somewhat embarrassed again," I just thought I'd
get ready for you before you got home." I pulled the toy out; it was
covered in bits of my shit. " I guess I wasn't really READY like last time
we played."  Dad just stood there, smirking, rubbing his crotch. "I'm SORRY
Dad!" I felt at a loss, defeated, disappointed with myself. "I really want
to please you tonight but guess we can't really play..."

"Boy, let me teach you another lesson..." Dad moved over to the bed, sat
down, and with one arm grabbed me and pulled me forward, planted a deep,
wet kiss into my mouth - and with the other hand, dipped it into the can of
Crisco and started fingering my dirty hole. First it was two fingers (I had
graduated beyond the one-finger-initiation), then quickly three. After much
tongue action, he pulled away.  I immediately missed the roughness of his
trimmed beard rubbing against my face.  "Give me a hit," he commanded and I
instinctively knew what he meant. I grabbed the vitamin bottle, shook it,
unscrewed it, held it under his nose with one hand and pinched one of his
nostrils with the other hand as he took a deep inhale - first with the left
nostril, then the right. Then I did the same for myself. Tongues started
doing another dance, while his fingers did a corresponding movement in my
Boy hole. He added another digit so now it was four fingers. He moved it in
slowly, then out, then in, all in this simple, time-sensitive dance. And
then suddenly, he pulled all the way out, his hand smeared with pieces of
my shit.

"Time for your lesson..." he wiped his hand on the towel under me, then
with a corner of the towel, wiped my hungry, loose, open hole. He handed
over the can of Crisco and the tube of Eros beside me and instructed me to
bring it with us. He stood up and with one hand holding mine, his other
hand grabbing the poppers vitamin bottle. Dad then lead me out of the
bedroom into the master bathroom.

On the screen, hot bottom was coming while the screen went blue....

We entered the bathroom. "Sit," Dad commanded. I did as I was told. Dad
walked over to the sink and washed his hands thoroughly. "Boy - I'm gonna
teach you a Lesson when it comes to assplay. Always, always, always...," he
lathered, "...be C L E A N ."

Dad dried his hands, unlaced his work boots and kicked them out to the
hallway, and stipped out of his jeans (he doesn't wear underwear, only a
very stained, yellowed jock). He kept his white t-shirt on, he likes them
one size small so they cling to his upper torso like a second skin. His
nipples were hard, forming little mountains on his t-shirt. "Take it," he
commanded again, unscrewing the poppers bottle and holding it under my
nose. "Now take a DEEP breath", he added, now he was holding the bottle
under his nostrils, " and PUSH."  I did as I was told. The poppers opened
up my hole, made me fucking horny but also made me realize I really needed
to release what was inside my hungry hole.

Without warning, Dad pulled his hot, throbbing cock out of the jock,
pulling the stained cotton to one side, one of his huge balls hanging out,
the other nestled in the material forming an impressive bulge. He thrusted
the hard, Daddy dick into my face and made me gag with his immediacy. I
started sucking that breeding tool, knowing full well that I was the spawn
of it's existence. Meanwhile I couldn't help taking a dump and at first, I
thought, what the fuck...this is so NASTY, yet the scene, the fact it was
my fucking Dad!!!!, the poppers, the smell of his jock against my face also
made it so fucking H O T .  I sucked and sucked, hungry like an
impoverished child, wanting more of my Dad inside my mouth.  After several
minutes I realized I was done on the seat, and Dad (being the experienced
teacher that he was) caught on also.

"Okay Boy," he pulled out of my mouth, "wipe up, flush that, and get over
to the shower."

I obeyed.

"Turn on the hot and cold until it is lukewarm," he instructed. I bent over
and followed my Dad's instructions. Meanwhile, Dad pulled out from a drawer
under the sink, a coiled, silver apparatus with a narrow tube-like end with
little dot slits on the curved head. He screwed this onto a section of the
showerhead pipe, then grabbed the tube of Eros lube, squeezed a few drops
onto the tube end, smeared it all around, then turned some lever by the
showerhead and magically, the water switched from the showerhead to the end
of the coiled metallic pipe. "How is this?" he asked, aiming the spray of
hot water on my naked ass.

"It's too hot," I moaned.

"Then ADJUST it Boy!" he yelled at me. I did as I was told while Dad
continued aiming the spray of water on my ass. He aimed the shower shot (I
realized later this was what it was called) around my ass, aiming at the
top of my cheeks, on the left, on the right, then on the center so the
water cascaded all over my ass cheeks.  He kept it extra longer on the
middle ridge separating my cheeks, the hot water adjusting to a warm feel
as it poured, leaked and teased my now, hungrier hole.  "Oh...." I moaned,
slowly. "That feels much better."

'Boy - take a hit," he commanded, firmly. I did as I was told as he held
the bottle under my nostrils. He did the same. "Bend over," he added, " and
whatever you do - DO NOT expel the tube or the water until I T E L L you
to!" He was almost shouting now, almost angry. "Do you understand Boy!?!"
He greased my hole with Eros lube on his fingers.

"Yes, Dad," I was trembling from excitement.

I felt the warm sensation of the water aiming now at my hole, at the
center, at the opening. Suddenly there was an assault of this metallic
object; it was invading, like the feel of two of my Dad's thick
fingers. And yet it was warm, inviting, pleasant, needed. The water sprayed
all over as it hit my asshole, then without even much thought, the spray
disappeared as the shower shot tube sunk deep into my Boy cunt without
complaint.

OH MY GOD.

The sensation of the sudden rush of warm liquid gushing into my ass canal
was incredible. I had no idea it would be like this. It felt warm,
relaxing, soothing, pleasant. I gasped, mouth open, eyes closed. " DO NOT
let this go!" Dad exclaimed.

I did as I was told. I stood there, bent over, still shaking, this coil
extending out of my ass, like some metallic mutant tail. Dad started
fucking the tube in and out of my hole, pulling out slowly almost to the
tip, just a hint out so that water sprayed on my cheeks, but then he would
suddenly plunge it in again, filling me with more of its warm relaxing
liquid. Inside me I could feel a filling sensation, like my stomach was
enlarging, like a feeling of eating too much except it was more
instantaneous.  With his free greased, lubed hand, Dad massaged my ass
cheeks. Then he would lightly rub my outer cunt lips as the tube fucked in
and out. I moaned further.

Dad slowly pulled out the shower shot and wrapped the coil around the
faucet handles, the water continuing to spray downward against the
shower/tub walls.


"Now, hold it in," Dad explained calmly, " and get your hot Boy ass back on
that seat."

I did as I was told. As I stood straight and moved, the pressure of the
warm water inside me became immense, like I wanted to take a shit
immediately!  But I couldn't. I had to be a good Boy. I had to obey Dad.

"DO NOT release that Boy!" Dad was shouting again, now standing in front of
me, his huge, shaving-can-thick-nine-incher, aiming at my mouth.  "Now when
I say GO, you release that water, but you do it FUCKING SLOW -YOU HEAR
ME!?!"  Before I could even reply, his hot dick is in my mouth and all I
could do to acknowledge him was nod my head up and down.

"HOLD IT. HOLD IT. HOLD IT." Dad repeated. He holds the bottle under my
nostrils and makes me take a whiff, then he does likewise.  "Okay Boy -
GO!"

Ahhh......

I take a deep breath, and the gush of water starts falling out, gravity in
effect, spraying the porcelain.  " S L O W LY now!" Dad says. Oh man! That
isn't easy! The water, the gravity, my situation just makes it all want to
push out. But I don't want to displease Dad. So I take deeper breaths,
clench my hole, open it, release some water, clench it, hold it, open it,
release more water, clench it. "That's my Boy!" Dad says proud. " How does
that feel huh?"

I just moan, again head dropped back, mouth full of Dad cock, eyes closed.

"Now wipe your Boy hole," he instructs, pulling out of my mouth, " and get
that ass back in the shower."

We continue the process for what seems like an hour (and it could have
been, I lost my sense of time awhile ago) until I am thoroughly clean as
the water comes out crystal clear. The process is incredible. I graduate
step by step, minute by minute that with Dad's coaching, I can now hold the
water longer in my system, releasing it on his command, training my hole to
open, clench, open, clench.  I start to realize this isn't just about
cleanliness and preparation, but it is training for my hole to understand,
to sense, when to be relaxed, when to be tight, when to allow.

Dad gets in the shower with me. "Now get down on your ass, sit on the tub
with your back against the wall," he says, softly.  He pulls in the can of
Crisco, tube of lube and the poppers with us. He gives me a hit, he takes
one himself. With one hand he pulls my legs apart and with the other, he
inserts the shower shot. Again, I feel the warmth, the comfort of the
liquid filling me completely. He leaves the tube in for about three minutes
until he senses I can not take anymore and he pulls out the tube, a bit of
water leaking out. "Hold it," he whispers and leans towards me.

He plants a kiss on my outer lips, very gently, just tiny smacks, just a
hint of saliva between us. His trim beard tickles me. He dips one hand into
the Crisco and starts fingering me, two at first, then quickly to
three. Water leaks out with the additional digit. And then he plants his
tongue in my mouth as he pushes four fingers into my hole. Warm water
continues to leak out. Inside, I am so HUGE, so OPEN with the water filling
me to the edge. I can feel my Dad's fingers exploring the inner hole,
massaging the upper wall, teasing my prostate. I moan, eyes rolling. He
continues this for awhile, pushing his hand to the point just at the base
of the thumb, the wideness teasing the outer walls of my Boy cunt. I am so
hungry for this, I want it. I want more. I want it all.

And then Dad pulls out, his tongue exits my mouth, he leans back and with
both hands, opens my ass as the water sprays out in a violent
rush. "MAN!!!!!" he grunts. "That is one fucking hot, open Boy I have
here!"  He is a proud Dad.

He grabs the shower shot tube and inserts it completely into my ass, the
base disappearing so all you see are coils hitting my ass lips. With his
other hand he jerks himself off, smearing a bit of the grease and lube all
over his dick. He fucks me with the tube and moves forward, kneeling
between my spread legs. "Fuck, you are one HOT Son!"  He pulls the tube
out, spraying my ass, my crotch with the warm water. Then he reinserts it
again, all the way in, then pulls out - almost out, teasing my hole. He
does this repeatedly until again, he senses I am full.

Dad moves closer now, his greasy dick aiming at my hole. He takes a deep
breath and pushes the head of his cock alongside the warm, metal tube stuck
up my ass. "Ohh..." I moan, as the cock head pushes through, widening my
hole, water leaking out of me. He pushes further, more pressure, but slow
until his cock is all the way in, so that his pubic hair meets my ass like
one merged entity. I feel my ass filling up more, the cock and the tube
alongside each other. Dad stays there, motionless, making me adjust to the
sudden added volume and mass.  Then with our eyes locked, he pulls the tube
out slowly. "Ohh..." I moan again. It is unbelievable. The thickness of his
cock, stationary and unmoving with this slow, warm, tube sliding out of my
ass, teasing my insides with its temperature - is heaven. He pulls it all
the way out, the water spraying all over my hole, my cheeks, his
balls. Some water escapes from me. Then he pushes it in, the tube having no
restriction as it slides alongside the greasy, Dad dick. He fucks me like
this for several minutes, fucking me with the warm, metal tube, the water
replenishing itself inside for what I have expelled. Then just when he's
about to reinsert the tube again, he pulls out his dick and thrusts it back
in, this time with the tube alongside it, so now his dick, his thrust is
widened with the additional girth. "Ohh...." And he fucks me like this for
several minutes, adjusting his speed, his rhythm, his dick enlarged with
the tube, continuing until all the water has gushed out of my insides.  The
emptiness is maddening.

I want more.

"Now remember your lesson from the other day?" Dad winks at me. He
reinserts the tube, filling me again.

"Yes...?" I reply.

"Okay. We're going to go to the next stage now." Dad starts to explain. He
holds the bottle under my nose, the under his. "Trust your Dad now. I'm
going to move deeper into you, OK?" I nod. " Just take deep breaths, R E L
A X . There's no rush - let's take our time, we have all the time in the
world." I smile back, content. "I want you to picture my hand inside your
lovely Boy cunt, you hear. Visualize it. Imagine it in your
head. Want. It. Crave. It." Dad is speaking slower now, he dips his hand in
the Crisco and slowly starts pushing three, then four fingers
in. "Need. It," he says, slowly. Water gushes out. I roll my head in a
circle, the sensation of his hand, the feeling of fullness, the poppers
haze - all blending into one experience. He keeps the four fingers in my
ass, pushed in to the base of where the thumb starts. Then he starts
pulling out slowly, pushing in slowly again, and repeating. Then he stops
inside me. He keeps still, the water reforming around the invasion. Then
SLOWLY I sense he is rotating his hand in a clockwise motion, gong from
noon to noon, full circle, stretching my outer hole in the process, water
and grease leaking out. Then he does this in the opposite direction and the
sudden change makes me moan even more. He then goes back clockwise, but now
pulls the four fingers out, spreading the fingers inside my hole, feeling
the inside walls of Boy cunt. Ohh...man, that sensation is unbelievable.

"Yeah Dad!" I exclaim, surprising him.  "Ohh...that feels S O G O O O D
!!!!"  I lay back on the tub, all giving to my Dad.

He smiles back at me and curls his thumb into his palm and pushes in. I'm
in a daze at this point that the additional pressure on my pussy lips is
minimal. Dad pushes in slowly that my hole, with the fullness of the water
still inside me, does not restrain the invasion. And then, very quickly,
his hand slides in.

UHHHhhhhhhh.........

Dad leaves it in my hole, motionless, still. Content.  His hand is
motionless for moments that seem to stretch. My eyes open and I stare deep
into his. We smile. With his free hand, he brushes some wet streaks of hair
over my forehead, then feeds me the bottle. "Take a hit Boy," he
commands. We share the bottle. Then Dad leans forward and plants his mouth
unto mine and we exchange kisses. His hand moves in and out slowly, just
extending out of my Boy cunt beyond the wrist to the widest part of the
fist. And just when I think my hole will give up and expel him, he pushes
in again, very, very slowly my Boy cunt swallowing his hand, no
restriction, no tightness, just this incredible O P E N feeling. I didn't
want him to leave, to pull out. I wanted it inside me forever. It was this
special feeling - it's hard to explain - but knowing my hot Dad was making
this very special way of loving me, being inside, being part of me, being
one - Dad and Son - just made me so content. He kissed me passionately, his
tongue wetting my outer lips, spitting into my open mouth.
  He pulled away from me and looked down at his hand, my outer Boy cunt
forming a tight grip around his wrist, not wanting to let go. "Man! You are
one hot Son!" he yelled.

Dad took deep, fast breaths now and I followed his example. He pulled back,
still kneeling, facing me - our eyes locked, intense. He bit his upper lip
as he pushed faster in and out of my Boy hole.  Dad nodded his head side to
side, laughing softly, in awe, in disbelief at his Son's quick progression
in training. "Boy, you are very, VERY OPEN!"  I loved hearing the pride in
my Dad's voice. "Thank you Dad," I smiled back.

We continue like this for awhile. Dad pulls out halfway and with his other
hand squeezes more lube onto his hand that is pulling my Boy cunt lips ever
wider. "Lesson here is that you can never have too much lube," Dad
instructs. "You hear me Boy? I will always want you wet and sloppy so Dad
can get you more wider and open." I nod. "Yes, please Dad, get me all wet
and sloppy. Feed my Boy pussy, Dad! Make my hole W I D E R !!!!"  Dad feeds
me, then himself with a hit of the poppers. "Okay now, I want you to take a
real deep breath as I try something new. You OK Boy?"

"Yes, Dad," I moan, "...anything you want. I trust you."

Dad's hand is just at the tip of my outer Boy cunt lips. I can feel the
extension and width pulling at my hole.  Then slowly I feel some new
pressure down there. I'm not sure at first what is going on, but I look at
my Dad's eyes and see him staring at me intently, a wide smile on his face,
a sense of pride, a gaze of full trust between Dad and Son. I exhale. I
feel his cock head slide in slowly.  Ohhh......

Fuck.

Dad has his entire hand in me with his thick, massive cock slowly sliding
in. One inch. Then another. "OH Y E A H H H ...." Dad now moans. He is
nodding his head up and down slowly as he rocks his lower torso in the same
rhythm. I grab the poppers and take an extra hit, wanting it BAD, wanting
me to really open up for this. "Yeah, Boy, that's it," he says, "take your
Dad to new limits. Yeahhh....."  His cock is now all the way in. His hand
is still, motionless, but the cock moves in and out of my ass. He thrusts
in faster, out faster, in faster. We are both rocking on the bathtub floor,
sliding around, the grease, the lube, the warm water underneath us. I feel
wet, sloppy, slippery, messy, horny. Open. And then I feel motion inside me
as I sense that Dad is now moving his hand further into my hole, feeling up
to the end of his thick, long cock which is fully inside me. Then his hand
stops and I feel another sensation and I can't quite make out exactly what
is going on DOWN inside.  "Yeahhh..." Dad continues.  And then it dawns on
me: Dad is jerking off his dick INSIDE my BOY cunt!!!!!

FUCK!

Like REAL FUCK!!!!!  I couldn't even imagine this was possible and yet here
it was. I was so OPEN that my Dad was able to slowly maneuver his hand
inside my Boy pussy to wrap around his huge dick.  And now he was jerking
off inside me. INSIDE ME!!!! I started to laugh softly, shocked, surprised,
proud. It was pure pleasure and pride in myself in knowing I was providing
my Dad with this incredible bonding, fucking feeling - sharing it with his
Son, sharing it with each other.


And then I could sense it: he was getting there. He started jacking more
furiously inside me, pulling, stretching his dick while also fucking me
with it. Then he would keep his hand still and tight while he fucked me,
fucking his hand at the same time as it clenched around his cock. Then he
would maneuver his hand in unison with his cock, both going in and out at
the same rhythm in and out of my ass. He switched back and forth in this
pattern, faster, faster. He was biting his lower lip. I took both of my
hands and grabbed his nips, both just pushing against the soaked t-shirt
and twisted them hard, the left nip counterclockwise, the right one
clockwise. "AHHHHhhhhh....." he moaned loudly. Then I started pinching his
nips in an alternative pattern, the right -pinch, then release, the left -
pinch, then release, and back and forth, harder, softer, harder, softer.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

Dad violently thrust into me as I sensed him filling me with his breeding
juice, the same that spawned me. I smiled knowing this fact, happy,
fulfilled, filled.  Dad stopped, his upper body convulsing, his head
pulling backward, his mouth a gape. His breathing was fast and rapid, then
slowly, slowly normal. His hand stayed inside me as the fullness of his
massive cock reduced itself limp. Then he pulled out - but only his cock.
His hand was still inside. Caressing. Feeling. Sliding. I was still reeling
from the poppers and the fullness feeling from moments before. Then Dad
pulled his hand out just a bit and turned it counterclockwise in a
half-turn. He started to caress the upper walls of my inner
ass. MAN....that felt incredible!

"OHHHhhhhh Dad," I exhaled, "whatever it is that you're doing NOW -
please...please...please don't stop". I whimpered.

"You like that, huh?" Dad teased. He knew what he was doing. Only later did
I realize he was hitting my prostate. His started rubbing the three middle
fingers of his hand against the upper walls by the prostate, sliding it in,
out, a little pressure added during one motion of a stroke, then more
pressure on another motion. Then he would rotate his hand clockwise so the
knuckles of his fist rolled over the upper prostate walls. IT WAS
INCREDIBLE!!!!!  It felt like miniature balls rolling inside my ass, the
roundness of the knuckles causing this sensational wave of pleasure. Dad
kept it up. He kept switching back and forth from one pattern to another,
from one angle of his hand to the other.  It was driving me C R A Z Y !!!!!
And then again, without touching myself, I came!!!!

I slid down the tub, my lower back parallel to the floor, spent, exhausted,
beat. Loved.

"How is my Boy?" Dad smiled, leaned over, kissed me, and licked some of my
cum that sprayed on my chest. His hand was still inside, just moving very
slow, loving.  Dad pulled back, grabbed the shower shot and pushed it
slowly inside me. I moaned again, loving the feeling of being full inside,
the water rushing in. "Okay, another lesson: we clean you out after, get
all that lube and grease out." I nodded. He pulled the tube out after he
could sense with his fingers how full I was inside. He started to pull out
his hand, but I protested.

"No!  Please Dad! Don't pull out yet!" I pleaded. I carefully slid back on
the edge of the tub, sitting, then very carefully, stood up, conscious to
not fall on the slippery, greasy surface. Dad followed my slow movement and
abided by my wishes, keeping his thick paw inside me the entire time. As I
stood, I could feel the water gushing down, gravity taking effect, the
building of that pressure to release.

"Oh Boy!" Dad was breathing faster again. From the corner of my eye I could
see that he was rock hard again and was starting to jack his massive, thick
Dad dick. I carefully stood up, and with his hand still inside me,
maneuvered to turn around so that my back and ass was facing my Dad. "Man!"
Dad yelled, "...you are so fucking O P E N!  This is fucking unbelievable!"
He jerked harder, faster on his dick. And then I took a deep breath and
slowly, slowly (like Dad trained me), opened my ass to let the water run
out. At first it came in small spurts, just dripping down his arm now
pointed up and disappearing into my ass. And then gravity took over and I
opened up wide - but still with Dad's hand inside me - and gushed out this
huge spray on my Dad's lower torso. It came out in an instant and Dad was
loving every second of it! "Fuck that was H O T !"  He inserted the tube
again, pointing up to my hole, filling me once more with the warm
water. Again, the great feeling of being filled, his hand, the water. "Now
keep it inside you," he commanded, jerking off furiously, "until I say GO,
you hear me Boy!?!"  I was full, I felt the pressure. I took my deep
breaths, closed my eyes, feeling the warmth, the fullness of the water, the
thickness of my Dad's paw inside me. "Okay - GO!"

Water rushed out all at once, spraying my Dad once more. I turned my head
around to take a look at my Dad and twisted my ass (oh that felt SO GOOD as
his hand just stayed there as my ass walls rubbed against his hand), and
aimed my opening hole on his dick. He was jerking off like a madman now,
his head just shaking back and forth, biting his lower lip harder, moaning,
OH YEAH...OH YEAH....OH YEAH..... I continued to aim my hole on his dick,
clenching, opening, clenching, opening - causing a tight, concentrated
spray at Dad's cock. He jerked harder. I aimed tighter. Water on cock. Fist
in my cunt. Water on cock. Dad jerking his dick. Water on cock. And then
Dad came again, shooting straight up, all this cum mixing up with the last
few sprays of water exiting my ass.

Then Dad pulled out his hand suddenly, the weight of gravity tiring his
arm, spent, exhausted. Smiling.

I stood straight up, looked at him and smiled back. I fondled my Boy cunt
with one hand, fingering it inside, spreading the lips as it was quite
open, missing the fullness.

"Okay, Boy," he slapped my ass. "You've learned your lesson.  You're all
clean now."