Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2000 19:22:31 GMT
From: Philip Burbidge <philip255@hotmail.com>
Subject: The English Boy 6 Incest (Father/son)

This is the story of the sexual relationship between a teenage boy and
his father, and in subsequent chapters, includes other male members of
the family.  It is an adult's fantasy looking back to a mythical past
where he finds emotional and sexual satisfaction in the arms and loins
of his daddy - and most of his male relatives!

This chapter follows on from earlier ones which set the scene and
introduce the characters.  It graphically describes sexual acts between
family members which are pure invention - though grounded in personal
experience and wishful thinking.  It is an adult's story for adults -
some 'disguised' as minors - and is, I repeat, a fantasy.  It comes,
therefore, with all the usual warnings, and it is not the author's
intention to incite or commend incest or sex with minors.  So if such
material is likely to offend your sensibilities, is illegal where you
live, or you are yourself under age, do not read further.

I welcome comments, observations, and suggestions to which I will
gladly reply, and am happy to hear from those who enjoyed the story and
have similar tastes.  Sincere thanks to all those who responded so
enthusiastically, not to say personally and graphically, to
previous chapters - they were most gratifying, in a variety of ways!
philip255@hotmail.com


Chapter 6:  Dad's lad takes it all!


After my momentous ride on daddy's cock, we dressed and I prepared supper.
We ate and then I had my homework to get on with and dad had some papers to
go through.

A couple of hours later we settled down on the sofa, me curled up in my
dad's arms.  He had a whiskey and we watched tv.  At about nine o'clock I
began to get restless.  Closing my eyes I could conjure up the sensation of
my dad's cock moving up and down inside me, but my arsehole wasn't sore, it
felt empty and began to twitch.  I wanted to feel him push it inside me
again, and see if I could take all eight thick inches of it, right down to
his balls. My cock hardened.

"Will you get me another whiskey?" my dad asked.

"No," I replied.  He looked up surprised.  "You've had two already and the
third always makes you fall asleep - and I'm feeling frisky!"  I started
kissing him and feeling his crotch.

"You heartless, horny little bugger, restricting your daddy's whiskey
ration, just so you can have your wicked way with him!" he said smiling,
and responded to my overtures by groping my arse.  "I'll teach you!  And
give your arse such a pounding ...  You want to see if you can take it all,
don't you.  See if you can get the whole fucker up you without squealing?"

I nodded, "Yes, daddy, my arsehole itches and feels sort of empty.  I want
to feel you inside me again."

I quickly liberated his rapidly stiffening cock which was straining against
his trousers.  "Lead me upstairs by the cock," he ordered, "Like an
obedient little cock-slave! And we'll see what your daddy/sex master can
for you."

I happily obeyed, feeling dad's cock throb in my tight hand as I led him up
the stairs.

We got down to business straight away: clothes off, dad on the bed, his
cock and my arse well greased.  Straddling him once again, I prepared to
lower myself on to his rock hard daddy-cock.

"Take your time, son, we're not in such a rush this time.  Then when you've
got used to it I'll, I show you what shagging is all about."

He had his fist wrapped round the shaft so it didn't slide in too deep too
soon.  I pointed his cock at my hole and gently sat down on it, stroking my
own cock as I did so.  The head eased through my arsehole with a delicious
nudge that sent tremors through my body, and glided deep inside me.  I
found I could take it down to the top of my father's fist with little
effort - the copious load of spunk he had deposited inside me earlier
proving an effective lubricant.  Moving up and down with increasing
momentum I got myself used to the size of his meaty shaft and then gave him
the sign to reduce his fist to three fingers.  Easing down I took another
inch of his cock, and then another.  I could feel it pushing against
something inside me that was thrilling and exciting.  He took away another
finger and I gingerly settled back on his pole.  I spent a few minutes
working his cock around my arse and wanking my own cock, then felt ready to
go for gold - the final inch.  Lifting my arse up to the head of his cock
he removed his hand entirely and placed his hands firmly on my hips.
Tentatively I sat back further and further until I felt completely filled
with cock.  The head was pushing hard up me with exquisite pain.  Finally,
I felt his bushy pubes brush my cheeks and my arse touch his groin.
  I had taken it, all eight thick fucking inches of it.  I was exultant.

"I've done it, dad, I've done it!" I yelled, looking down at his smiling
face, "All that cock.  All that fucking cock!  I can take all your cock up
my arse!"

It was agony and ecstasy.  I began to move up and down - it was more
comfortable than sitting still - slowly synchronising the movement with the
strokes to my own prick.  I was reaching new levels of physical pleasure
with every thrust.

Then my dad lifted me up by the hips and started fucking me, slowly at
first and then gaining pace.  I locked my eyes on his face.  He had that
look of lustful concentration, his mouth half open and his lips pushed out
like Neanderthal man.  I fell forward and place my hands on his furry
chest; with my hips slightly higher it gave him more room to fuck.  He
didn't waste the chance.  Manoeuvring me with his hands on my hips, he
assumed control of things.

"That's better! There's a good little cock-son; full to the brim with his
daddy's cock!  How does that feel?"

As he said this, my dad almost pulled his cock out, teased my hole for a
while with the precum coated head, and then slammed it right back up,
making me shriek with the delicious pain.

"OW! You fucking bastard cunt!!" I squealed

"Language!" he laughed, and holding me down with his hands on my hips, he
gave me several minutes of vigorous fucking.  I lashed my prick to distract
from the unbearable pleasure and pain.  The dad sat up and wrapped his legs
around my back.  Then he pushed me over on to my side.  I wasn't sure what
was happening but his cock was still firmly planted inside me.  I uncrooked
my legs from under me and wrapped them around his waist which was more
comfortable.  My supple young body enabled me to press myself right up
against his chest, and he was still right up me!  I was breathing heavily
and he looked reassuringly into my eyes.  Then we kissed, savagely, and he
resumed fucking.  We bit into each other's lips and lustfully sucked on
each other tongues, snarling like animals.  His stubble sand-papered my
face, and his body hair pressed hard against my smoothness, driving me
wild.  It was almost unbearable, as all the time he ploughed in and out of
me.

He paused.  We were both sweating profusely.  He loosened his legs from
round my waist and rolled me on to my back.  Without removing his cock from
my arse, he bent his knees, knelt up over me and took one of my feet in
each hand.  Holding them wide apart he resumed fucking me with slow, strong
deliberate strokes.

"Wank your cock, son.  I want to see you wank and spunk and see my cock
slide in and out of your boy-cunt!" he rasped, consumed with incestuous
lust for his young son's body.

"I want to see you fucking cum before I shoot my spunk right up your arse!"
he gasped, the depth and vigour of his fucking increasingly with every
thrust.

I obeyed, looking up at him with awe and wonder, incredulous that we could
reach such peaks of pleasure together.  This man, my daddy, whom I loved,
adored and desired so much, was getting as much intense pleasure out of my
puny little frame as I was out of his gorgeous, strong, muscular, hairy
body.

"Yes, daddy.  Fuck me, fuck me!" I pleaded as the force of his ploughing
threw my young body from side to side.  "I need your spunk inside me; your
daddy-spunk!"

We were both nearing an awesome climax - my first real man-fuck!  I was
taking it as hard as my dad was giving it, his balls were slapping against
my arsecheeks.
  He was grunting and breathing heavily.  But my stamina was running out.
"I don't think I can take much more, dad" I choked, "Please cum.  Cum
inside me, PLEASE! I can't take anymore!"

"Yes, you can, son.  Just a second or two longer, daddy's almost there.  Oh
yes I'm nearly fucking there, just hang on in!  "  My eyes were glued on
his face as he started to fuck even harder.  Sweat dripped down his face on
to his chest and stomach and into our crotches.  The familiar aggressive
curl on his lip appeared and he snarled like an animal as he pumped me
relentlessly.  My whole body began to shake, and I was seized by a violent
muscular sensation that spread over my entire body.

"Oh dad, dad!" I yelled, "I can't take any more, I just can't ... "

At that moment my father whipped my hand off my cock, and held it,
preventing me from touching my throbbing aching cock, while he pounded my
arse even harder.  I screamed and yelled as my cock exploded involuntarily
with the strongest orgasm of my young life, triggered by the shear force of
my father's shagging.  I sent stream of cum high into the air that landed
in my face and hair.  I heard myself scream like a wounded animal as my
body writhed and rocked from side to side, and still daddy shagged me.
Then, dad paused, rammed his fuck stick inside me as far as it would go and
roared like a lion.  Trying vainly to absorb the violence of his last
thrust I felt the gulping sensation of his cock in my boy-cunt, launching
wave after wave of daddy spunk into me.

"Fucking hell! That was fucking incredible! he gasped in disbelief,
continuing to release fountains of his daddy-juice deep inside his son's
bowels.  The thrusting forced my own cock to empty itself and small spurts
of boy-spunk issued from the slit, unaided by any hand.  Long after there
was any more spunk to unload, my cock thrashed and gulped, trying to
release spunk that wasn't there.  Slowly, the waves of euphoria subsided
and we both caught our breath.

"Are you okay?" he asked, conscious of the force of his assault on me.

"Yes, I think so," I whimpered tearfully.  I didn't know whether to laugh
or cry.  I was in some sort of ecstatic shock.  He gently withdrew his
prick from my battered arsehole and laid down beside me.  Looking deep into
my eyes, he asked again,

"You sure your all right?"  I nodded.  "Please, daddy, hold me, hold me so
tight you could squeeze the life out of me!"

He did so and I held on to him fiercely round his neck, digging my nails
into his skin until the shock began to subside.  Eventually, I came down to
earth.

"That was incredible, dad.  Is this what sex is always like?"

"Unfortunately not", he replied.  "But when two people are so compatible
that they fill each other's deepest needs, then the sky's the limit."

"We're very lucky then, to have found each other.  And 'cos you're my dad,
it's even more special. I just love your cock inside me, in my mouth or up
my arse.  And when you cum, it's the greatest!  I'm going to keep your
daddy-spunk inside me for as long as possible. I wish I could see you cum
inside me.  People don't understand what fun daddies and their sons can
have together, do they?"

"No, son, usually they don't."

"Did you have daddy-cock fun with your dad?  Did granddad fuck you, dad?"

"That's quite enough questions for one day, now it's time for sleep!" he
said firmly.

"Yea, I feel wrecked," I said, not sure whether or not I liked the idea of
granddad sticking his cock up my dad's arse.

"Uum, I've got a feeling you won't feel wrecked for long.  But that is
definitely all the cock your getting for the next twenty-four hours.  Now
let's clean up and get some sleep.  I think we both need it!"

I began thinking about dad, his brothers and granddad.  I'd somehow assumed
that daddies do the giving and son's do the taking, but daddy was a boy
once!  I drifted off to sleep wondering who did what to whom.  "My dad
doesn't take cock," I thought, "He's far too macho!"

A few weeks later ...

Now that daddy had truly broken me, I could take it almost as hard as he
could give it, but it took me some time to build up the stamina.  I still
wanted to cum too quickly and had to learn to hold it back.  But my dad was
a good and patient teacher!  We settled into a happy domestic routine.  His
frequent trips away just whetted our appetites for when he returned.
Coincidentally, he found himself more able to fit in with my mother's
schedule so that when she was away, he was able to stay at home and 'look
after' me.

"Shamelessly abusing my poor young body," I called it, gagging for his
cock!

On his first night back, we would fuck like rabbits, and then enjoy slow,
sensuous sex.  He continued to teach me how to please him and myself in a
variety of ways.

A few weeks later, after a particularly pleasing fuck which ended, at my
request, with a cascade of my daddy's prime spunk all over my face, I asked
him if I could measure his load next time.  I couldn't believe how he could
produce so much so often.

"I'm not wanking off into a measuring jug to satisfy your curiosity!" he
said flatly, "It's like some school project.  'How much spunk can your
daddy produce in a week'."

"Sounds great to me," I replied carelessly, "Maybe I'll suggest it to my
hunky biology teacher for a class project.  We could get the whole class
doing it!  Every night thirty boys and girls go home and milk their dads'
cocks.  Can you imagine!  All those young boys and girls gripping their
daddies' thick hard cocks, and wanking them off until they shoot, and then
catching it in a test tube?!  Could be the start of great new friendships!"
I added sarcastically.

"And I suppose you'd like to turn parent's evenings into orgies and
'son-swapping' parties, would you?" dad suggested.

"Oh, yea!" I responded enthusiastically, "I wouldn't mind a shot at Wendy's
dad.  I reckon he's got a big one!  But seriously, it's just that I can't
decide these days where I want your spunk: up my arse, in my mouth, or all
over me.  I want all three all at the same time.  I want to be covered in
your cum, inside and out."

"You're just a horny, greedy little pervert.  But I wondered when one cock
would no longer be enough for you".

"Oh, dad, it's not that!  I still love you, and your cock is the greatest
in the world.  There'll never be anyone else for me but you.  In fact, I'd
like to clone you so I could have three of you all at the same time!  And
three loads of spunk!"

"You horny little bastard!" he replied laughing, "And I can just imagine
sharing you with another couple of daddies and taking turns filling your
holes!  Now all this dirty talk is making me horny.  Stop talking and get
this in your mouth! I have an idea that will certainly give you enough
family cock to cope with for a long time!  Just give me a few days to work
on it".

Dad placed his hands on my head and forced me to my knees.  I knew my duty
and was soon swallowing another copious load of dad's spunk, wondering what
he was planning for us.

To be continued in Chapter 8 where Philip meets his daddy's family and his
dreams start to cum true!

Comments and suggestions, obscene or otherwise, invited:
philip255@hotmail.com