Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2012 21:07:04 +0200
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Subject: California Here We Cum Part 2

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California Here We Cum Part 2

All the next week dad was so sweet that even mom had to ask what had got
into him. He just laughed and said life was good. His next training book
was coming out soon, he got a good advance payment and life was good to
us. He even thought mom should take grandma to Lake Tahoe for a week
holiday. Mom gave him a curious look. "Just if you want to, sweetheart." He
said. "Tom and I'll be fine." He winked at me.

Before dad got home from work the next day mom asked me if I was all
right. I didn't know what she meant so she asked right out, "Is your dad
being good to you, Tommy?"

I smiled so broadly that mom didn't need an answer, but I said anyway, "Dad
is the best dad in the world, mom. I love him to pieces." I'd learned to
say that from her. She grinned and embraced me. "I like being with him
better than anything in the world, but..."

"But what? Mom sounded concerned now and sat me next to her and looked
right at me.

I had gone too far but was so happy I was just honest. "Well, you know how
it is with grownups and kids." I tried to judge her reaction as she
stared. "Dad was worried we might get too close, but I can't get enough of
him. I want him more than anything in the whole world, mom. He's my dad, he
loves me, and Steve down the road is just..."

Mom held me to her breast like I was a kid again, like she'd done when we
had our big talk about sex after I'd smeared cum on my sheets and she
noticed when she did the wash. She'd said then that it was natural, and
good.

So I continued, "Steve and I messed around last summer, but it's dad I
want, so much that I go nuts just thinking about him."

"Tommy." Mom held me. "Baby."

"I'm not a baby, mom. I know what I want. And what dad wants too. I love
you mom, but not like him. And I know grandma's not sick. You go see
somebody named Annie on weekends. I heard dad on the phone once. And that's
OK. But so is me and dad. It can't be wrong if we love each other like we
do. It can't, not if we both want to." Mom just held me, rocking me to and
fro. "Don't say anything to him, mom. OK? I don't want him to not want me
anymore. I would run away if he didn't want me."

"I won't say a thing. I promise. But you have to promise me something
too. You have to tell me if you're ever unhappy, if you ever feel you're
into something you don't want to be in. Frank and I got married knowing we
each liked our own sex, but we wanted a child, and I want you to be
happy. Promise you'll tell me if you're ever unhappy."

"Mama, I love you. I promise."

Before she left on Friday afternoon she told me to be good like she always
did, and I said, "I'll be the best, mom."

She'd got the scolloped potatoes ready and told me exactly when to put the
roast in, so the house smelled good by the time dad got home. I was in my
room at the computer looking at men and boys websites when I heard dad's
car. I ran down to the kitchen and stood at the sink washing my hands,
wearing nothing but an apron and my flip-flops. When dad saw me he started
laughing.

"Hungry, Dad?" I asked.

Dad came over and put his hand on my exposed ass. When he leaned down and
kissed me he explored my crack. "Already greased up, huh?" I nodded and
grinned. He turned me and bent me over the kitchen table. "I think I'll
have a bite of this as starters." He spread my ass cheeks, and I felt his
tongue dig into me.

"Daddy. I love you. I've been using my fingers all afternoon, but I want
you."

Dad reached around and stroked my cock. "My big boy likes his ass licked so
much." I pushed his head against my hole, and he dug deeper, his tongue
darting in and out. It felt so good I had to do him too. I just had to try
it.

"Can we get on the bed, Dad? I want to do that too." I turned and rubbed
his glorious erection.

"I've been dreaming of you for a long time, Tommy. And going nuts all
day. You really know how to get your dad wound up." Dad curled down toward
my cock. I groaned when his mouth covered me and pushed up into him. He
sucked me until my cock hit the back of his throat a few times, and then
his throat opened and I slid full down, my whole ten inches going into him.

"Dad! How -- turn around. I want to, too. Let's get on the bed."

I ran to my room and jumped on the bed. Dad stripped as he came down the
hall and got over me, head to toe. I grabbed his ass, pulled myself up and
gobbled in his cock, sometimes trying to get as much into my mouth as I
could, sometimes just licking the head, admiring its beauty and perfect
form. Dad is almost as big as me, maybe thicker too, and I couldn't get him
down my throat without gagging, but I tried whenever he deep-throated
me. "That takes practice." He said.

"Well then, can I practice every day?" I pleaded. When I began to get close
he released my cock and suck my balls. His mouth was warm, taking first one
then the other. Then he tried to get them both in, but that hurt
again. "Sorry, Bunny. He panted. "They're like peaches, I can't get them
both in at once."

That's how I got my new nickname. He never called me Bunny anymore when we
were together, just Peach.

I slurped in his balls like he was doing me. They were not so big so I
could just barely get them both in at once. Then his tongue slid down the
ridge between my balls and anus to my hole. First he ran his tongue around
the rim, and then he pushed it deep into me. I groaned, reached behind to
pull my upper ass cheek higher. He dug deeper, tongue fucking me. I panted
and ground my ass onto him. "Daddy. Oh, Daddy. That feels so good."

And I knew I had to try. Slowly I moved toward the unknown. My tongue slid
under his balls. Like a trail of breadcrumbs a little ridge led from his
scrotum to the beige star with its tender pink center, its smell
intoxicating, rich, like ground nuts. I touched the pink center with the
tip of my tongue. It pulsed at me, opening like an exotic flower to expose
its bright pink interior. My tongue touched it again, Dad gasped. I could
smell is desire, feel his own tongue in me.

When my lips kissed it, it swelled like it wanted to kiss me back. "Oh,
baby. Tommy," Dad moaned and pulled his ass cheek up. "Eat your daddy." My
tongue slipped in so easily it surprised me. When my lips touched his soft
pucker again we moved together, my mouth forming an O around his hole, his
pucker swelling like a ripe fruit into my mouth as my tongue swirled around
inside him like his in me.

"Tommy." He panted. "You're wonderful. Tongue me, Baby." When I did his
fleshy opening slid over me again, caressing me. He loved it too. I dug my
tongue deeper, poking into the dark warmth that pulsated over my stiff
tongue. He was so loose I could pull his cheeks apart and get my nose in
too. I slipped my fingers in and pulled the ripe hole open. He groaned,
wanting more so I pushed my chin against his hole. "Bunny, you're driving
me nuts."

We ate each other like crazy until dad went back to my cock. He milked up
the whole ten inches and then deep-throated me until I felt his chin grind
into my belly. I held his head and throat-fucked him good and hard while I
tongued his ass as deep as I could. Then he came up for air and got off the
bed. "Be back in a minute." He said and returned with a tube of jelly.

My cock lay boned up over my belly button when Dad returned. He smiled at
it before putting my legs down and straddling me. He poised my cock head at
his hole and sank slowly over me until I was buried completely in his
warmth. Then he leaned down, panting, and kissed me again, whimpering like
a child. "That's good, huh, Tommy? Tell me you like it. Tell me you like
being up Daddy's nice warm ass."

He buried his face in my hair, next to my ear. I felt his hot breath
panting. His whole body tingled. His anus muscle gulped at the root of my
huge cock. Craving total insertion he rocked his ass over me, so hot and
soft, and full of love. "Tell me you like fucking me, Tommy. Do you? My
Peach with the huge cock and giant balls. Shoot that juice up your daddy's
ass." He reached behind and held my balls off the bed, then let them drop
with a thud. "My peaches, my baby's big, ripe peaches. I love you,
Tommy. You like fucking your daddy?"

"Daddy. I love you, and I love being in your ass." I held him up and pushed
with all my lust into him.

He groaned and reached behind, pulling his ass cheeks apart, squirming on
my cock, gyrating like he was dancing. "Oh, Tommy. Try to make it last. As
long as you can, my big Tom boy. And call me Frank when you're fucking,
Tom. I'd like that." He raised himself to give me room to pump. "As long as
you can, baby. Make it last. Give your Frankie a good, long ride." I held
his ass cheeks and stabbed. He raised himself more. "Fuck me good, big
boy." He sucked my nose, my mouth, my ears. "Let me get on the bottom,
Tom. I want to feel those huge peaches swinging against my ass." He rolled
us over and put his legs over my shoulders. "Now give me a good one, Tom
Boy. Fuck your daddy like I did you."

His ass hole was the most wonderful thing I'd ever experienced; soft,
tight, hot, clutching, wanting, needing. Needing me to fuck my daddy
Frankie. I poked in every direction. He watched me discover his interior. I
wanted to poke everywhere in him. He reached back and squeezed my
balls. "Oh, yeah, baby. My boy's peaches. Give me what's in there, Tommy."
He begged. "I want your nut juice so bad." I was so fascinated that my lust
gave way to exploration: of his warmth, of his asshole's reaction to my
thrusting, of the pleasure I gave him, hard fucking him. He couldn't get it
hard enough.

I withdrew all but the head, and he pulsated me, kissing my prick head with
his pucker, making love with his anus muscle. When our eyes met he smiled
like I never saw before. Getting shafted by my big, fat shaft was all he
wanted, and all I wanted was to make him as happy as I could.

He read my thoughts. "I am, Tom. Your big cock make me crazy happy, and
those two big peaches behind it I bet are full of juice. So horse fuck your
daddy, big Tom. Fuck him good. Show him what his son's got." I pushed his
thighs down and plowed into him with all I had. His eyes rolled back in his
head and he groaned, clutching at my cock with his ass ring. "You can have
my ass every day if you do that, Tommy. Oh, Tom Boy. I love you filling
me. I hope you love fucking me as much as I do."

That did it. I went for it. First nice and slow, I loved the soft gliding
through his anus muscle, then pausing almost out with just my fat prick
holding his pink hole open, then a full plunge until my balls slapped him
good, then coming completely out for a second and banging in until my nuts
slapped his ass again.

I looked down when I pulled out all the way, and dad's asshole stayed oped
for a second. I put my finger in and looked at him. He grinned and squeezed
with his ass ring. "It's OK." He said. "You can do that. I can kiss your
tongue if you want me to." I bent down to his hole. When I put my tongue
inside him he grabbed me. I kissed his hole and said, "I think you need
something much bigger though." I held my cock at the base leaving about six
inches free and put just the prick into him, pushing left and right. Then I
slid deeper and swizzled around, holding his balls up as I stirred the
pot. Then he pulsed his sphincter muscle over my shaft and said "You really
like my hole, don't you, Big Tom? Getting your horse dick in where it fits
nice and good."

I grinned and slid all the way in, too fast I thought. He grunted his joy
and I pushed in again and said, "And you really like this fat dick, don't
you, Frankie? You like me fucking you silly, don't you?" I gave him a
couple of deep jabs. "I'm glad too, because there's nothing I've ever done
better. I could fuck your hole every day." I plunged in deep. Again and
again. His head rolled back, he panted and groaned, reached under to hold
his ass wide open for me, to grab at my balls when they slapped his ass. I
wanted it to last forever. I pulled out and sucked him. "No. Stop! I'll
come." He cried. "Fuck me, Big Tom. Put that horse meat back in. Don't be
mean, Tommy. Fuck your Frankie. Be good to him. Oh, Big Tom, don't leave
your Frankie feeling empty. Tommy, please. He'll do anything you want, he
needs your juice shooting him to heaven."

I slobbered. He caught my spittle on his tongue. We kissed hot. "Shit,
Frankie. I don't know how much longer I can last in there." I pushed as far
in and as far as I could and froze. Dad grabbed my balls. "Baby's peaches
are ready." He said. "You're so tight. You're ready to go." He felt it,
almost before I did. "Shit, Daaaad." I yelled. "Aahhhhhh..."

"Yeeees." His ass clutched me in bliss as I flooded him with cum. Half way
through my gushing I felt his anus contract and opened my eyes to see a
gigantic jet of sperm hit his face, leaving a long, huge trail of thick
cream down his chest. And then another, and another. I curled down and
sucked him into my mouth, drinking his juice. When we stopped convulsing I
looked up at him. He pulled my mouth to his and we kissed panting, sticky,
our lips slippery, his sperm swirling in our mouth. He licked my mouth
looking for sperm. Then I licked his chest clean of cum and we kissed
again, exchanging seed, playing with his cum.

Then, for no reason, I started trembling. "Roll on your side." He said and
held me in him with his heels as he pushed us over. I just stared at him,
my cock still pulsing in his bowel. "Frankie." I panted. "That was the most
wonderful thing ever. Daddy Frankie..." He pulled me to him as close as he
could without risking me coming out of his clutching. "Oh, Tom." Dad
stroked my hair, kissed my face, cried, "My big Tom. I haven't had a fuck
like that in so long. No wonder it took a lot out of you. You want to do me
regular? Be my ass pleaser? You can have your Frankie whenever you want
it. Keep my hole happy, Tommy."

"Whatever you want. Forever. But will you fuck me next time? Huh, Frankie?"
I gave him a good hard poke with my cock.

He grunted pure joy. I knew that's what he was going to want
best. "Whatever my big boy wants from his Frankie. Just keep my fuck hole
nice and loose so you can get in there whenever you want and I don't need
my dildo anymore.

I was still hard as a rock so crawled back on top again. Dad threw his legs
over my shoulders and pulled his ass cheeks apart, and I slid slow and deep
now. Slicked from my own cum I watched dad loll his head from side to
side. He groan, squirmed his hole onto me, caressed me with his ass
ring. He seemed more active now so I told him to get on top, but he said
no, that I should just ride slowly until I got tired. I rode him until he
got sleepy, and still he responded to my hard cock, making little groaning
noises, pushing back onto me, sighing when I stroked his cock. Eventually I
curled up behind him, still hard in his warm ass and fell asleep.

I woke when the timer in the kitchen went. "You hungry, Peach?" He squeezed
my balls gently, then slid off the limp cock that was still in his ass,
bent down and sucked on them. "I wonder how long it'll take to fill these
babies up again." He sucked one into his mouth and pulled the scrotum long
and loose. Then he licked my cock clean.

"Lick my asshole, Daddy. I really like it when you do that."

Dad pushed my leg up and dug into my crack. He licked slow and soft until I
could control my ass muscle and grab at his tongue when it entered me. Then
my stomach growled. "Let's go have dinner, Peach. Get some strength back
into you. Charge up those juicy peaches again."

And that's the way our lives went every weekend. It was a long wait for
weekends sometimes so I was always happy when Steve showed up every so
often on his way home from school. I got out of class first so was almost
home on my bike when he drove past slowly. He had just turned sixteen and
got a car for his birthday, and he always said the same thing. "Nice ass,
kid. Want your cock sucked?"

The first time I stashed my bike in some bushes by the road, and we drove
into the hills where he put the seats way back and sucked me nice and slow
while he jerked off. "Fuckkkkk,"I screamed as I gushed into his mouth. The
flood I gave him turned him on so much he gobbled at me like a hungry
beggar, and then I felt him coming. He dribbled all over his underwear and
jeans and made a huge puddle. He reached for his tee shirt in the back
seat, but I held his hand away and went down on him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, but I didn't answer. I just sucked all the
cum I could find, milking his cock real good for every last drop. That
really surprised him, so I wasn't surprised that it was just two days later
he drove by again.

As I started to come I held his hand and said, "Don't come yet. Let me suck
you off afterwards." He looked up at me surprised, but I pushed his head
back onto me and gagged him real hard. "Get your breath," I commanded. When
he did I pushed him so hard he went right down, gagging like mad with
ripples going through his whole body. I held him there until he stopped
convulsing, then let him go. He stayed there, impaled for a minute until he
needed air.

"Fuck, Tom." Was all he said.

"Now make me come, Steve. I'm real close." I said. He worked on me with
hand and mouth, gagging every so often, once even getting me most of the
way down again until I gave him his reward. He held just my big prick's
head in his mouth and let the cream shoot and shoot, gulping and
gulping. He savored the last big gobs he milked out of me, watching them
ooze out of the big slit and drip down my shaft. He pushed them back up to
the head with his tongue and covered me with his soft lips again and again,
hoping each time for more cum.

When I was done I smeared my prick over his face. He held his mouth open
with his tongue out, and I swiped my glans over his lips and cheeks. He
smiled up at me every time our eyes met, waiting for my cock to slide over
his tongue so he could pop it in and push it against the inside of his
cheek Then I pushed him back and deep throated his seven inches until he
creamed me. When he finally let my head loose I came up and said, "That was
the first time I ever took a load and didn't taste a thing. That was great,
Stevie." We both laughed, and then he kissed me for the first time.



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