Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2011 18:30:10 -0800 (PST)
From: MUSCLEDADDY BEAR <muscle_daddy_bear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 9: Dad and the Fence

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Bad Uncles and Dads - Chapter 9

Dad and the Fence


	Dad was a mystery to me.  He was a long haul trucker and I didn't
see much of him during the years I was growing up.  My happiest memories
are of the times when he was home in between hauls.  Once I was old enough,
about thirteen or fourteen, he'd take me out to the hunting cabin he kept
on a deer lease.  I wasn't a great shot and my heart wasn't in it, but I
relished the time I got to spend with the gruff silent man.
	He reminded me a great deal of the drawings I'd seen of Paul Bunyan
in children's books.  6'3," with shaggy longish black hair and thick beard, he de-
finitely fit the bill with his strong features and full-back physique.  The rare times
he did speak, I loved the deep timber to his voice and the raspy growly appeal
to it.  Though he was distant and rarely showed any physical affection, the fact
that he was the same way with Mom helped me to feel as if he did still love me.
I idolized the man I actually knew so little about.
	I'd noticed a locked chest in the hunting cabin the first time I went with
Dad.  One trip, I'd heard him rummaging through it in the middle of the night and
then heard him go outside for a while.  I woke up with a cold that morning and
and stayed behind to keep from getting worse.  I got up after he left and found
he'd left the chest unlocked.  Being a curious teenager, and even more so where
Dad was concerned, I opened it.  Inside I found a whole slew of magazines.
Many were of the Playboy type, while others showed men and women together.
The shocking surprise, though, was the magazines showing men together!
	Every trip after that, I feigned a cold one day of each weekend and
found the chest unlocked each time.  At first, I'd jacked off repeatedly to the
magazines of men and women together as I found the ones of women alone
boring.  After a couple of seasons, though, I became more intrigued by those
of men together and started beating off to those instead.  At the same time, I
began seeing Dad in a new light and eyeing his crotch whenever possible to try
to see what the big man might have enclosed inside his jeans.
	If he noticed, he never gave a clue.  He did, much to my pleasure,
seem to become more comfortable staying in his towel or underwear around
me.  In tight briefs, I was enthralled by the softball sized mound under the thin
white fabric and the thick outline of his cock.  In boxers or gym shorts while
going commando underneath, I had a hard time not staring at the thick meat
swinging long and heavy inside the draping folds.
	Though he wasn't muscular like someone who worked out all the time,
I became aware of the sheer size of his body.  He seemed like the guy next
door times ten.  Thick hairy arms, shoulders, chest, back, and legs...I loved
watching him move around mostly undressed whenever the opportunity arose.
I became a bit obsessed with seeing him completely naked, or at least getting
a clear view of his naked crotch.
	At fifteen, I'd wanted a cell phone.  When asked why, I'd stupidly
replied that I wanted to be able to play games on it.  Well, that ended the pos-
sibility of getting one.  Dad, however, started letting me use his to play games.
One day, I clicked on the icon for photos and found quite a few of Dad getting
his cock sucked by women, and several of it being sucked by other men!
There were even a few of him fucking some of the women and men.  The only
way I knew it was him was from the blanket that had been in the sleeping part
of the cab and the big belt buckle that was visible in a number of the pictures.
I was disappointed, though, that the lighting and quality of the pictures was so
poor, I couldn't get a good look at Dad's cock.
	The hunting trips stopped when I was sixteen and my Mom's father
passed away.  It was a rough time for us both as Grandad had felt like the only
man in both our lives who was around much.  With her mother having passed
years before and no other siblings, Mom inherited Grandad's ranch.  She
worked to convince Dad to stay home to work the cattle and land.  Though Dad
seem to regret giving up his life on the road, he soon sold his rig and we all
settled into a new life.
	At the end of that first spring of him being home, a huge storm of
pouring rain and high winds swept in.  Finding about a hundred feet of fencing
destroyed way out at the boundary of our 780 acres seemed to break up Dad's
newfound boredom.  Dad and Mom hadn't been getting along well, and the
project of repairing the fence seemed to ease the tension between them now
that Dad had something out of the ordinary to do for a while.
	It was decided he and I would pick up the supplies we needed, and
then camp out in the area while we repaired the damage.  I was ecstatic to get to
spend time alone with him again since there'd been none of that once he'd given
up trucking and the hunting trips had ceased.
	By the end of the first day, we'd gotten all the cement poured and the
posts in and braced.  We built a fire, ate, and then sat by the fire afterward for
a while.  I had a couple Dr. Pepper's, while Dad downed a couple beers and
smoked his pipe.  Dad told me to put dirt over the coals of the fire and then to
come to bed in the tent.  I did as he'd ordered while he went into the tent ahead
of me.
	Finishing my task, I entered the tent and there he was.  He was lying
long and muscular on his back with one arm behind his head and the other hand
across his hairy stomach.  Below that there was a thick nest of black hair bushing
out over and around a long wide cylinder of beefy flesh and balls hanging low
in a furry sack.  I'd always wanted to see Dad naked and have the opportunity
to see his cock, but this came as a shock since I'd never seen him like this on
any of our hunting trips.
	I gulped and felt butterflies begin fluttering immediately inside my
stomach.  I hadn't even realized I'd become frozen in place until I heard Dad's
deep sleepy voice.
	"Comin' in?"
	I shook myself out of my shock and moved inside the tent without
answering.  I undressed completely, and lied back beside Dad as naked as he
was.
	"Tired?"
	"Oh, I'm okay.  T'day was fun."  I felt surprised I could answer him
when it was hard for me to even breathe lying there almost touching in the small
tent with both of us naked.
	"Randy, I uhhh....  Hey, son, scratch m' back would'ja?"  He rolled onto
his side facing me.
	"Sure."  I rolled toward him in the same way and reached around to
Dad's back.
	"Lower, son..."
	I scratched down to his lower back.
	"Randy, I..uhmmm..I see ya lookin' at me lately."  I kept scratching as
my stomach turned to ice.
	He rolled to lie on his back again, dragging my hand across his cock
in the process.  As I moved to pull my hand back, he reached for my wrist and
settled my hand back firmly over his thick fleshy meat.
	"It's okay, son, nothin' t' be ashamed of.  I was curious once, too, still
am truth be told.  Talkin' about this is jus' between us, though, agreed?"
	His hand was still on my wrist when he continued without waiting for an
answer.  "You been with a girl yet?"
	"Uh, no, sir."
	"What about a guy?  Ever beat off with a buddy?"
	"Well...yeah...a couple times?"
	"How was that, son?"
	"Okay.  I mean, it was kinda fun."
	"Jus' beat off t'gether, or beat each other off?"  He delved.
	"Just together, nothin' else."
	"Did you want to?"
	"Huh?"  I was still nervous in spite of Dad's easy relaxed approach.
	"Did you wanna beat the other guy off or have him do that for you?"
	"Um...well...I did think about it.  But, I didn't think that would be cool."
	Dad sighed.
	"Randy, the world's a different place then when I was growin' up.  N,'
that's good.  You've had biology.  What's the difference between a man and a
woman?  Women most often have bigger chests and...well...an 'innie' rather
than an 'outie.'  Other than that, though, our bodies're mostly the same.  It's
okay t' find both interesting.  I want ya t' know that."
	I stayed silent, it seemed Dad was saying more to me in just the be-
ginning of this one conversation than he had in the whole last month.  And, I
was lying there with my hand on his big full cock on top of it all.
	"Have you been wantin' t' see my dick, son?"
	"I...well..."  I wanted to be honest, but still struggled for a few seconds.
"...yeah, I guess."
	Dad chuckled softly.  "You can do that now.  Explore all ya want.  As
I said before, it's jus' between us, son.  And, it's nice bein' touched.  So while
you're gettin' t' see how it feels t' you, it feels good for me.  Go ahead.  See
what it feel like t' hold another guy's cock."
	I hadn't expected this...not his low-key acceptance of my curiousity
nor his offer to let me touch him like this.
	His hand left my wrist and I grazed mine slowly up his length.
	"You gotta nice touch...."  He stretched his body out and yawned
deeply, his cock firming under my hand.
	I moved his meat across his hip and stroked lightly back and forth
from the wide head to the thick base.  His cock began to harden in earnest and
press upward against my palm.
	"Want a closer look?  Go ahead, Randy, if that's what'cha want."
	"Sure."  I leaned down and used my thumb at the base to stand it
straight up from his crotch.
	Long and thick, Dad's cock looked to be about nine inches long and
about eight around.  It was smooth and pale with one heavy vein snaking up the
center.  The big thing seemed to be extra thick through the middle third of its
length and was capped with big blunt head that flared out from the shaft.  Even
with all the pictures I'd seen of other cocks in his magazines, Dad's was the
most awesome of them all.  He would have been hotter in those pictures than
any of the men the photographers had used.
	"Whatta ya thinkin,' son?"
	"Wow, I mean, wow, Dad.  You really...man...you really gotta great
dick."
	"Nice t' hear.  Get closer, really look that bastard over."
	Somehow him calling his big cock a 'bastard' turned me on even
more than before and I became aware that my own dick was rock hard.  I
leaned closer as he'd suggested and felt his hand move to the back of my
head.  At first, Dad only lightly stroked the back of my hair as I began lightly
stroking his meat.
	As I stroked and stared, his cock flexed from time to time and sud-
denly pearly fluid bubbled from the tip and streamed down the head.  His hand
moved down to the back of my neck and eased my mouth to almost touching
his cock.
	I opened my mouth.  I wanted to.  I wanted to taste him.  I wanted to
taste what was burping up from the wide head of his cock and drooling down the
beefy shaft.
	He moved me onto it as if knowing without being able to see that I'd
opened my lips for him.  I had to stretch my mouth wide, but it was all worth it
when the sweet salty taste of him hit my tongue and his fat meat slid inside.
	It was almost like having the wind knocked out of my chest when I
became assaulted by a number of new and foreign taunts to my senses.  The
musty smell of his crotch, the feeling of the thick meat of his cock filling my
mouth, the taste of it, and the wondeful flavor of the precum dribbling from the
broad head all hit me like a sledge hammer.
	I barely heard Dad's three sharp intakes of breath, my fascination
with the textures and tastes of his fat dick shut out almost everything else.  I
even all but forgot this big man was my father as my mind reeled with his meat
inside my mouth and against my tongue.
	In a matter of seconds, though, he rolled over onto his knees in a
flash.  The hand on the back of my head twisted into my hair and held me on
his cock as he crouched over me.  Propped up on one hand and his knees,
his body quivered and shook as his cock jerked wildly inside my mouth.
	"Jesus, Rand, I'm sorry 'bout THISSSSSS!!!"
	Before my eyebrows had a chance to knit together in confusion about
what he might have meant, his cock erupted and a powerful blast of white-hot
cum pounded into the back of my throat.
	God!  I didn't want to swallow it.  I wanted to hold it there and roll my
tongue in it.  Fuck, he tasted good!  Thick, salty, and sweet...the creamy texture
of what spewed from his heavy cock left my arms circling tightly around his hips
in desperate ecstacy.  Still, I had to swallow.  The next copious blast forced my
throat to open and his cum to slide down into my stomach even as a great deal
slipped out the corners of my mouth and poured down my face.
	There was a slight pause in the cum flooding my mouth.
	"Sorry, son.."  His cock exploded again, some of his cum blasting up
my nose as the huge gush, bigger than the first two, almost drowned me while
I stuggled to swallow fast enough.  "...it's been a while!"
	He stayed crouched above me, holding me in place by the hair and
pouring load after load into my mouth and stomach.  I felt like my world had
been turned upside down in the best and most incredible way possible as he
emptied his balls through that big amazing cock into my belly.  I swallowed and
swallowed as he hosed his cum into my mouth as if he was going to keep un-
loading his balls into me forever.
	He eased onto one arm and knee as the blasts from the wide head
of his thick meat finally began to subside.
	He rolled and fell shakily onto his back, he chest heaving and his
cock still standing tall and jerking in the air above him.  I through an arm around
his hips and dove back onto his cock, greedy for any of that incredible cum he
might still have to give me.
	"Randy!  Randy!  Easy!  It's sensitive.  Jus' hold it in your mouth n'
don't move!"  His voice was strained as his body continued quaking against me
as the last of his orgasm raced through him.  I suctioned without moving my lips
or tongue to get every drop of seed he had in him.
	When it'd been a while since any of his cum had oozed from the tip,
I pulled off and collapsed beside him.
	"Hey."
	"Yeah, Dad?"  I was still breathless, ready to explode myself.
	"You okay?"
	"Oh yeah."
	He rolled onto his side and lifted up on one elbow.  "Yeah?  Anything
you wanna say?  Anything you wanna ask?  I mean, that was pretty big, son."
	"No.  That was...  Wow."
	"Wow?"  His handsome face was serious, even through the heavy
beard I could see worry in the tight set of his mouth.
	"Well, yeah.  I'd never thought about doin' anything like that before.
But, man!  I'd like t' do it again."  I flicked my eyes at him and then back away
before rolling them up into my head to communicate just how hot I thought what
we'd done had been.
	"There's more y' know..."  His voice dropped as he looked down at
me.  Looking...not touching...just looking at me.
	"Huh?"  I looked up into his face...innocent and naive in that I'd never
given any thought to the possibilities before.
	"Oh yeah, there's a lot a man can do to another guy.  On the road, I
learned a lot over the years.  Many many times, a woman was no where t' be
found...but, other horny guys were available at every rest stop."
	My initial thoughts of him cheating on Mom fled in an instant as the
depth of what he was saying set in.
	"You mean you...?"  I wasn't sure how to finish the question.
	"Oh yeah.  At first I had t' get pretty liquored up.  After a while, though,
I began t' see it as jus' bein' with another person that didn't happen t' be a woman.
No big deal in the end.  Jus' two people enjoyin' each other."  He wrapped a
hand over the inside of my thigh just above my knee and slid it slowly upward.
	I drew a deep quick breath, his hand seeming to set my skin on fire
as it traveled smoothly up toward my balls and dick.
	"How old are ya now, son?"
	I could have been disappointed he didn't know.  Instead, I felt warm
and special in that question and the heated look in his dark eyes.
	"Sixteen."
	"Sixteen, n' already damned good lookin.'  I can just imagine..."  His
hand reached the junctured between my thighs and he began brushing his
knuckles back and forth across my balls.  My breathing quickened and my dick
twitched like crazy above them.  "Damn, jus' look at'cha already."
	I laid there wondering what he saw.
	At 5'9," sandy blond, and much smaller in build...I couldn't understand
what he could see in me when he was so big, strong, and ruggedly handsome.
Yeah, athletics and working on the ranch had given me a solid muscular phy-
sique.  But, I was slender and tight where he was wide and bulky.  Only faint
tufts of light hair dusted my armpits and crotch, rising in a thin line up the center
of my stomach while thick dark hair curled over most of his body.
	People had commented on my eyes, light green with a dark rim like
Mom's.  But, I loved Dad's deep dark brown eyes that seemed so strong and in-
tense.  While his face had a look of being carved from hard wood or stone,
mine was more youthful and rather fragile by comparison.  And....next to his
nine-inch thick-as-a-wrist horse cock and low-hanging heavy balls...my seven
inches and small tight balls left me feeling like a little kid lying next to a giant.
	Still, the look in his eyes said he did see something that I didn't.
Even if I didn't understand it, I knew I liked the way he was looking at me now.
It was almost as if he was seeing me for the first time and turned on by what
he'd finally noticed in me.
	"Yeah, I can jus' imagine..."  He repeated.  Then, his fingers slid under
my balls and traced the line from them to where the cleft between my asscheeks
began.  "Ever touched yourself before?  Down here?"
	It almost tickled, tingling spread outward from where his fingers stroked
the small area of skin.
	"No."  It was all I could say with his eyes boring into mine and his thick
fingers taunting that place between my balls and ass.  I stared back up at him
as steady as he stared down at me.  He looked strong, determined, and con-
fident while I felt lost, spinning, and overwhelmed by everything that had hap-
pened and everything my body was feeling.
	"No...."  His voice dropped quieter.  His hand came up to my face
and stroked my left cheek, then the right.  Still looking deeply into my eyes, his
hand moved back down and slid inside the valley of my ass.  His hand was slick,
hot, and sensual as it moved across my hole.  I realized he'd coated his hand
with his own cum when he'd stroked my face and I suddenly felt as if I'd been
lowered into steaming hot water.
	The thick rough fingers of his hand riding back and forth across my
butthole set my hole to clenching and dick to throbbing.  I'd gotten shocked
by electricity once when I'd helped Dad install flood lights at the barn.  Now, it
felt as if I was getting a low voltage shock running continuously throughout my
body from my tight hole as he teased and petted the sensitive flesh there.
	"Roll over for me, son."  I came to and found him breathing as hard
as I was, his eyes now glazed over and even more heated than before.
	I moved as he asked, momentarily losing the incredible sensations
rising up through me as I dislodged his hand.
	On my stomach, his hand returned and a fingertip pressed in.  It was
like being blinded as my vision flashed bright white.  I felt like I'd just discovered
the most amazing secret about my own body.  I knew I'd just turned a big corner
and that my life from that point on would never be the same.
	He moved his fingertip slowly, gently.  I felt a definite pressure as he
moved another fingertip alongside the other.  He moved both easily, smoothly
and coaxed my asshole to open.  Soon, a third fingertip joined the first two.  He
continued administering to the opening of my ass with expert tenderness and
patience.
	He reached to the side and pulled something from under his pillow.
I heard the snap of a cap just before he offered an explanation.  "Mom and I
haven't been gettin' along, so I've had t' beat off lately."
	I didn't really register the meaning of the statement, any chance of
that was denied when I began feeling him slowly pull all three fingers from my
ass.  He'd moved them in deeper so slowly that I hadn't realized he'd progres-
sed past the fingertips.  I'd had no idea until I felt both knuckles of each finger
graze past my assring on their exit.
	Dad did something I would later realize was lubing up his cock, and
then rolled his full weight and length of his tall body on top of mine.  I felt as if
every cell in my body melted into him as his muscled form pressed me bet-
tween him and the ground.
	His cock slid easily to lay heavily up the crack of my ass.  The thick
width of him spread my cheeks wide as the lube allowed his hulking shaft to
sink inside, leaving the head of his fat cock pressed into my lower back.
	His arms came up to circle over my head as the smell of his skin,
the smell of his sweat, and the richer darker scent coming from his armpits
filled my chest.  He began slowly moving his hips forward and back, dragging
the underside of his big cock back and forth between my cheeks and against
my hole.  He increased the depth of his movement until the head of his cock
finally slid directly inside to where the head was positioned right at the relaxed
and stretched entrance to my sixteen year old ass.
	He pushed inside.
	I could see it!  I knew exactly what his cock looked like, every inch of
it was seared into my memory from when he'd let me have free rein to examine
it right in my face.  I could picture as well as feel his careful entry.
	I knew when the tip breached my hole.  I could see my asshole open-
ing up and hugging the spongy broad head.  I could see it as well as feel it as
the sloping helmet-shaped flesh pushed in deeper.  I could picture my hole
expanding over the wide flaring ridge just before it pressed past and my asshole
closed behind it to grip his fat shaft.
	I don't know what I did.  I know I must have writhed underneath him
and moaned like an eager whore.  But, I had no conception of it.  It was if I was
slowly falling down a deep dark well as each centimeter of Dad's incredible
cock moved into me as if in slow motion.
	"Oh god, Randy..."  I felt his knees shove mine apart and tilt my ass
upward as if I was only half there, the other half of me overwhelmed beyond
feeling anything physical as the enormity of having my own father moving his
huge dick into me shut out everything else in the world.
	I was still "seeing" it in my head when he began forcing his massive
shaft inside.  Keeping my deflowering slow and careful, I don't think he knew
how much his care in drawing it out was short-circuiting both my brain and my
body.
	"Daaaaaaad...."  I gasped before I realized I was going to.
	"Randy..."  He answered and then sped up his filling of my ass.  In
one long continuous stroke, he stuffed the rest of his mule-dick up inside my
virgin ass.
	My chest was heaving and my eyes were actually crossing by the time
I felt his full heavy balls come to rest on my own as his hips finally pressed into
my asscheeks.  He was completely inside me!
	"Oh god, Randy...Randy...son...."  He began pulling back out.
	"Oh shit, Dad, FUCK!"  I groaned, clinging to my sanity as inch after
fat rigid inch built a bonfire inside my ass on the slow exit of that huge meat.
	"Is that what you want?  You want me t' fuck you, son?"  His voice was
somehow sweet.  There was nothing dirty or lechorous in his tone.  There was
just warmth, desire, and love.  I felt as if I began falling faster inside that deep
dark well of intense pleasure at the sound of his words.
	"God, Dad, yes.  Oh, fuck, yes...."  I mumbled, rewarded almost im-
mediately by him thrusting back deep inside me.
	"Yes, Dad, yes!  Oh, jesuuuuuuuuuuuuuuussssss......"
	He pulled back out again and then shoved deep once more.  I knew
he'd gone deeper on that stroke.  I could feel it deep inside my body.  I tried to
picture it.  Unlike before, I couldn't.  It didn't seem possible that all nine inches
could be up inside me.  I tried to picture where the head of his cock must be,
but there was no way.  I knew his huge cock was shoved all the way in, but my
mind just couldn't make sense out of the thought that I had the whole thing inside
my body.
	Something about that, something about knowing how big Dad's cock
was, turned me on even more.  There was no pain, there never had been.  There
was only the sense of being bloated inside with Dad's massive meat.  As he
began moving it in and out passionately, dragging my hole in and out around his
fat girth, the idea that his huge cock was being thrust in and out of my much
smaller body was driving me crazy.
	Along with the knowledge I was taking all of his horse-cock, there was
the incredible feeling of his length and width massaging and stroking my tight
hole and the tunnel inside.  It seemed as if I could feel the head and shaft
stretching out and nuzzling the walls of my ass as he drilled into the depths of
me.
	"Good god, son!"  He heaved out and pulled one of my knees up to
my chest.  The new angle rolled me partially over onto my side as he raised up
over me.  He began driving in, compacting my spine each time he bottomed
out powerfully inside me.  He was also hitting that area between my ass and
my balls, and something flared up inside me from that place each time he
pounded into it.
	I could hear myself muttering and groaning, but had no idea what I
was saying.  All I knew was that I'd never felt anything like this before and I
never wanted this to stop.  His huge cock and the masterful way he used it in-
side me was turning both my mind and my heart to blubbering mush.  Some-
where in all this, he'd become everything in my world.
	"I gotta see ya, son, I gotta llok at'cha."  He rasped out hoarsely and
somehow flipped me all the way over on my back without missing a beat in his
deep fucking of my young ass.
	He hooked one arm under one of my knees as he reached for my
neck with the other.  He pulled me up and into a kiss, something that shocked
me, as he rammed deep inside and left me crying out into his kiss.
	It felt as if he jammed that huge cock all the way up into my chest.
He hit something along the way that made me thrash wildly underneath his hold
on me.  As if that all wasn't enough, the new position shoved my ass even wider
around the base of his cock.
	He began pistoning in and out of me like an animal.  The shape of
his cock...the broad head, the added thickness in the middle third of it, and then
the enlarged base...made it feel as if my ass was being shoved open three
times with every deep gut-wrenching slam.
	"DAD!  DAD!"  I twisted my head away to plead, for what I didn't know,
only to have him pull me right back into another deep strong kiss.  He captured
my mouth again, his long thick tongue filling my mouth as his beard and mus-
tache pressed into my face.
	He reached down and hooked my other knee.  I was bent double,
my cock trapped between his hairy stomach and my smooth one.  Every ass-
busting thrust of his body into mine ground my cock between his much larger
weight and my own.  The pressure and movement on the head of my dick and
his muscular slamming of my ass started the telltale tingle deep in the base of
my balls.
	"Now, Randy, NOW!"  He broke the kiss and grabbed my shoulders
in his big rough hands.  He slammed into me with a power and speed that almost
felt as if I was in danger of being crushed.
	"AGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!"  His head fell to the side of
mine as he jammed his cock so deep it felt as if it were almost up iniside my
throat!
	He ground his body into mine and his hips left to right as his cock
pounded my insides with its powerful jerking and flexing as he poured his adult
load into my young teenage ass!
	"OH!  OH!  OH!  FUUUUCKKK...!!!"  I started thrashing and convul-
sing underneath him as my own cock began spewing between us...shooting its
thick gooey load into the heavy mass of dark hair coating his stomach.
	"DAD!  OH GOD!  DAD!  DAD!  DAD!"  I fought him, trying to get
away from the explosions going on inside my head and body.  He held me in
place, unloading over and over as he flooded my ass at the same time as I
splattered my load all over his stomach.
	I felt his cum stream from my hole every time his huge cock jerked
and dumped another big load of thick, white, daddy-cum into my young ass.
	My body kept hunching in upon itself, tilting and stirring Dad's cock
inside me each time.  His meaty baseball bat cock shoved organs aside, thrust
between them, and rearranged everything inside me with pleasure so extreme,
I felt as if I were exploding all over again.  It seemed as if this drove him even
crazier and made his cumming inside me seem to go on forever.
	"Fuck, fuck, fuck..."  Dad raised up and began fucking me like mad
again.  I could feel his cum frothing at and squishing around my hole as he
power-fucked the more of his load into me with renewed drive and power.  I
knew the thick hair above his cock and coating his balls had to be drenched in
the gallons of cum escaping my ass.  The air in the tent was saturated with the
heavy smell of male sweat and multiple loads of cock juice.
	My drained dick flopped all over my stomach in its own sloppy mess
as Dad's piledriving of me went on interminably.
	He released my legs which lowered only enough to wrap around his
waist and keep his big cock buried inside me.  When he collapsed on top of
me and I could feel his full weight pressing into me...protectively, lovingly...I
already desperately wanted him to fuck me again.


(To be continued.)


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