Date: Thu, 7 Oct 1999 12:35:13 EDT
From: Roarrr201@aol.com
Subject: Family Fuck Part 11

FAMILY FUCK
written by: Roarrr201@aol.com

Warning: If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sex between men,
you should stop reading now.

This story is a fantasy. People frequently have unsafe sex in it - please
don't feel encouraged to do the same. You might risk your life.


Family Fuck
 
Part XI

Tuggart's dick left Dad's ass with a wet, smacking sound and then Dad moved
too until his cum-sheated cockhead popped juicily, slimily, out of my
clamping butthole. I sighed, partly relieved to be spared the insupportable
sensations that had wrecked my body during the preceeding minutes, partly
sad, feeling empty, longing already again for the rich, sweet fullness of a
good fuck with a long, fat, hard dick buried deep in my asshole.

Then the Captain ordered us around by brief commands and authoritative
gestures. He rearranged us like a pair of marionettes. There is no way to
deny it: we were under his spell. Dad had moved and turned around and I had
straigthened up, glad to be freed from the crushing pressure of two heavy
muscle-studs, and then we had both set eyes upon Tuggart's dick for the
very first time: we gasped in unison, froze, and held our breath,
dumbfounded by the awe-inspiring sight in front of us. The mammoth cock,
jutting out of Tuggart's pants, surrounded by tufts of dark, wiry crotch
hair that sneaked out of the gaping fly, was still rockhard, as if it was
ready to shoot another huge load of steaming cum at any second, and our
eyes roamed hungrily over its monumental dimensions: it was like a huge,
terrifying club, a thrusting hugeness that stretched horizontally forward,
farther and farther away from the man's muscular crotch for inch after inch
after inch, seemingly straining to stretch to the limit of space or at
least our gaping lips. He had pulled his balls out of the fly too: two
huge, weighty nuts that were cradled in the sharp angle of conjoining,
muscular thighs and pushed forward by the gaping fly. Miraculously, against
all probability, his massive, heavy dick was suspended in the air, defying
gravity and bouncing visibly with each of Tuggart's breath and
heartbeat. The perfectly round, throbbing shaft of man meat was threaded
with thick, rich veins that drew an intricate pattern of irregular, bluish
lines over the brightly white skin. Surprisingly, it was an uncut dick. The
darkly hued dickhead equalled a tennis ball in diametre and looked like an
over-sized, bulbous mushroom. The forskin had retracted, pulled away from
the head, snapping into a tight collar behind the swooping flare of the
broad cock rim that seemed to stem the flow of blood in the huge knob and
thus forced this gut-stabber to swell to even larger dimensions. It was
coated with the incredibly smooth skin that is unique to uncut cocks. The
broad, bloated head with its satin-smooth skin and the thick, throbbing
shaft that was indeed nearly as thick as my wrist and it glistened with a
mouth-watering, slick layer of fresh cum. Out of the corner of my eyes I
noticed that Dad licked his lips involuntarily - just like me.

This monsterous cock simply demanded admiration. It made your mouth water,
your fingers itch and your asshole clamp tight. It made you long for its
touch to feel its heat and hardness; it filled you with the desire to run
your hand over the whole length of the incredibly thick, heavy shaft, to
fist the unbending bar from the bulky base up to the smoothly-skinned tip,
to play with the slithery foreskin, to move it up and down over the huge
head, to tug it back, expose the deeper-toned head, cover it again and feel
this ramrod of a cock lurch and throb in your palm while large drops of
pre-cum appeared at the gaping piss-slit. It inspired you with the idea to
kneel down in front of the man and open your lips wide, to offer him your
fiery-hot, eager mouth, ready to consume the thick, meaty shaft, to take it
deep down into your throat, as deep as possible, lips tightly closed around
the pulsing base, tongue fluttering, swirling, exploring, sucking avidly on
the throbbing shaft, desparate to milk it for the torrent of cum that was
ready to explode out of his over-sized balls. It made you want to bend over
and spread your legs, to pull your buttocks wide apart with trembling hands
and bare your spasming asshole to have this giant dick rammed up your butt
with relentless force regardless of the consequences, to beg whimperingly
for a fuck so deep, so hard, so visciously, that you wouldn't be able to
think of anything but this cock and this fuck again, ever. Yeah, it was
like that: the stunning sight of this wonder of a dick cast a spell over
you. Instantly.

And then Tuggart started to undress. He got out of his shirt - slowly,
moving his hands as if in slow-motion, his lips curled in a cocky smile,
his eyes slightly glazed, staring ahead of himself, acting as if he were
alone. He unbottoned the dark uniform shirt, pausing for long moments
between each button, slowly - teasingly slowly - baring the cleft between
his huge, bulging pecs, a deep ravine between two steeply rising bulks of
hard muscle that flexed and strained with each movement of his arms,
covered with an inpenetrable thick mat of hair. This fur was as dark as the
night but yet it glowed and shone like precious silk. Gradually the shirt
fell open, allowing us to see more and more of the Captain's powerful,
hairy chest, and the heat in the room seemed to increase with each new inch
of naked flesh that was exposed to our hungry stares until even the air was
about to sizzle. We both gasped again when he finally let the shirt fall
down over his shoulders and stood before us in full glory, hands on his
hips, bare-chested, his giant dick exploding out of his fly, looking even
bigger and thicker in front of the dark fabric of the uniform pants that
clung tightly to his heavily muscled thighs.

His torso was as magnificent as his cock: a massive sculpture of long, lean
and hard musculature, an elaborate, finely chiseled combination of wide
planes, deep indentations and elegant curves, bursting pecs, bulging
deltoids, flexing lats, and hard abdominals. Admiringly my eyes roamed over
the thick neck that spread into broad, heavily muscled shoulders, over the
high, firm pectorals and his huge, iron-strong arms that were covered by a
network of visibly-lined, flesh-rippling veins that throbbed and pulsed
with blood and life. Looking up at him from below made the massiveness of
his physique even more dominant and the deep drop from his broad,
muscle-packed shoulders to his small waist even more impressive. He was as
hairy as a bear: the luxuriant fur of dark, shiny hair was almost
everywhere on his torso. It was spread over the huge slabs of his
steelhard, meaty pecs in the pattern of two spiral galaxies that revolved
eccentrically around the darkly hued peaks of his nipples. They were hard,
erect and very fleshy but yet looked almost lost in the thick mat of strong
hair. Under his collarbone those two currents of virile hair met like
rivers that run high and then flowed down through the deep cleft that
divided his muscle-plated, upper chest into two parts, and then ran still
further down over his muscle etched belly, clinging to all the curves and
ravines of that blue-print of a six-pack like a dark, frozen waterfall. His
arms too were coated with those thick, stiff hairs - not just his forearms,
but also his big hands and his impressively developed upper arms: the dark
forest of hair even covered the skin above his bulging triceps. Only the
two hard mounds of his grapefruit-sized biceps were hairless and looked
therefore even bigger and fatter. Once again the picture of a giant panther
came back to my mind: a dark predator, lurking for his prey, ready to jump,
huge and massive but yet capable to move and strike at lightning speed,
frightening in his elegant power and ruthless beauty. Oh, yeah, this man
cast a spell over you.

And so he ordered us around and we followed him obediently, never turning
our eyes away from his hot, muscular body and his huge, awe-inspiring
cock. Dad ended up on his back, his head hanging over the foot of the couch
that had no armrests. I was squatting at his side, observing him and the
giant of a man who loomed above. We were clearly in for yet another
demonstration of Tuggart's superiority and his power over our bodies and
our lust.

"Here's my second condition," the Captain said, bending his knees as he
eased himself into a semi-squat, aligning his crotch with Dad's face, "you
take my cock down the throat, Henderson. All of it. So open your mouth,
slut cop, open up real wide and I'll feed you my prick! Every fuckin' inch
of it!"

Dad gulped down hard and he inhaled nervously, like a man who fills his
lungs with oxygen before a long dive. Our eyes met for a second, unnoticed
by Tuggart. To my surprise Dad smiled confidently, encouragingly, and he
even winked at me. Obviously he was enjoying himself. At first I was
puzzled but then I got it: paradoxically he had stopped to be Tuggart's
helpless fuck-toy right at the moment when he seemed to become that. By
cooperating he used the Captain as much for his own fun as the
self-obsessed, domineering police offficer used him. And his glance also
told me that nothing could destroy the very special bond that had been
formed between us before Tuggart's dramatic entry to the scene. My
confusion gave way to a warm contentment and I realized that I was ready to
join in the fun. But first all I could do was to watch - to watch if Dad
would be able to take a 12 inch dick down his throat.

My eyed roamed once again incredously over the thick, veined shaft that
throbbed strongly right in front of Dad's lips, drolling with a generous
stream of crystal clear pre-cum. And Dad was ready: his mouth gaping, his
tongue fluttering impatiently between wide-spread lips, he waited eagerly
for the first taste of that mammoth cock that had spurted a huge load of
hot cum in his ass just a few moments before. The Captain leaned slowly
forward, holding the perfectly round bar of pulsing meat in his big, hairy
hand, and then the huge, brightly red cockhead and Dad's out-stretched, wet
tongue made contact. Dad groaned deep down in his chest and he lashed out
with his swirling tongue, laving the underside of Tuggart's jaw-stretching
cockhead with his spit, spreading the man's own pre-cum over the smooth
skin with long, juicy strokes. I gasped involuntarily as I watched the
agile, slightly prickly slab of muscle slide over Tuggart's wildly
throbbing dick, trailing teasingly over the flared rim of the huge,
mushroom-shaped head, trying to snuggle to the bulbous form as closely as
possible. Acting on impulse, I lunged forward and brought my head down. My
whole body trembled as my lips met the giant dick and a wave of lust washed
over me as I kissed the smooth, slick skin reverentially, moving slowly
upwards, planting kiss after kiss on the fat, throbbing shaft, feeling its
heat on my face and on my lips, heading for its tip where I knew I would
meet Dad's swirling, juicy tongue. I opened my mouth wide when I finally
reached the prominent curves of the wide head that crowned the thick shaft
and my tongue darted out and I lapped noisly and pointed the tip of my
tongue and tried to drive it down into the piss-slit that gaped open at the
top of this perfectly shaped dickhead, licking out drops of slippery
pre-cum. And then my tongue met Dad's that sneaked up from down below and
we indulged in a wet, juicy kiss around the thick, pulsing head of
Tuggart's dick, slurping up the clear fluid that gushed from the piss-slit,
drinking from it like from a fountain, caressing the smooth skin that
covered the steelhard, throbbing rod, kissing each other wildly with
battling, swirling tongues around the huge, quivering dickhead, moaning and
groaning in mutual lust. My flaccid cock, totally spent after the
shattering climax that had rocked my body only some moments before,
instantly jumped to attention again: it became hard again, although my
balls ached with pain, and rose in proud stiffness between my legs.

Sadly our hot kiss didn't last. When I tried to gulp down the entire
dickhead, fighting with Dad for the possession of that hot piece of man
meat, I felt Tuggart's huge hand at my front. Slowly but determinedly he
pushed me back and said:

"It's not your turn, slut boy. Not yet. Just watch your slut Dad!"

Then he bent swiftly down, grabbed my hand and placed it on Dad's exposed
throat. His eyes glittered mischievously as he said:

"Here, boy, feel my dick slidin' down your Dad's throat. Feel it
spread... widen... strain... when I feed him my cock. Feel me fuck his
mouth... throat... gullet... belly... with these 12 inches of thick, hard
dick. Feel it, boy, ... and you'll know what's in store for you!"

My hand trembled as it touched Dad's prominent Adam's apple. I held my
breath and stared at Tuggart's crotch, at his huge, hairy balls and at his
clublike, monsterous cock. It seemed unthinkable that this rod could go
down any man's throat without ripping him apart. But Dad thought
differently. Suddenly he whispered hoarsely:

"Come on, man! Give it to me! Give your dick! I wanna taste you! Feed me
your cock... fuck my mouth... and then feed me your cum!"

Tuggart chuckled and said:

"Now, that's what a call a slut cop! Need it bad, huh? But how about usin'
the proper form of address, shithead, when you beg for something? How about
that, beat cop?"

I felt Dad gulping down under my palm that rested lightly on his throat but
then he continued without hesitation. His voice sounded strange and
strained since he spoke with his head hanging down:

"Sir, please, Sir! Give me your cock, Sir! Please! Fuck my mouth with that
big, beautiful cock, Sir! I want your cock... and your cum... down my
throat, Sir!"

My rockhard dick jerked, twitched, and slapped against my belly as I heard
my Dad talking like that. The fact that I felt his Adam's apple move in my
hand with each of these dirty words added strangely to my rapidly
increasing excitement. And Dad was hot as hell too. I noticed that his dick
was at full mast again although it still dripped with the last drops of cum
from his previous climax.

Naturally the Captain was delighted but of course he had his own way to let
you know. Gazing coldly down on Dad's prostrate body he snarled
contemptously:

"Greedy, aren't we, huh? Well, cop, I'll shove my dick down your throat,
just to see if you're man enough to take it and to make it slick for things
still to come, but I've got different ideas for my next load of
jism. Cummin' in you again seems like a waste."

And then he leaned forward, angling his crotch forward, bending his knees,
knotting his thighs that became even more articulately outlined in their
contraction in his tight, dark pants, and then he steered his huge cockhead
right between Dad's widespread lips, sliding the thick shaft slowly into
his mouth. I saw that Dad tried to unhinge his jaws, opening his mouth so
wide that its corners looked like they would rip any second, that he
struggled with the strain to absorb the volume of all that big, hard meat
that was stuffed between his full, sensous lips. My eyes were glued to the
hot sight of the invading, slick dickhead that spread those clamping lips
wider and wider apart while my fingers trailed expectantly over Dad's
throat. My mind reeled with the thought if I would really be able to feel
that huge shaft pass under my palm. The idea generated a thrilling tingle
in my gut and crotch and I felt as if I could faint any second.

I saw that Tuggart's huge, fat dickhead was finally completely stuffed in
Dad's straining mouth and wondered if more of that giant dick could get
in. Dad breathed hard through his nose and his body tensed, but then he
pushed himself slightly forward and arched his neck at an even sharper
ankle, offering his mouth and throat unconditionally to the invading shaft
of big, hard man meat. His Adam's apple moved violently under my trailing
fingers and his throat contracted, spasmed, and convulsed, but then it
happened: Tuggart pressed forward again, taking advantage of the
thrown-back head, fucking even more of his huge dick slowly into Dad's
mouth, sinking the thick shaft steadily deeper and deeper down into his
throat, moving slowly but determinedly like an invincible force, and I felt
it in my quivering hand, holding my palm gently still on Dad's arched,
tense throat: I really felt the giant dickhead pass the uvula and slide
further down, felt at the fierce, hard rod spread the gullet wider and
wider. I sensed the inner progress of Tuggart's monsterous, deep probing
cock, electrically sensitive to the slightest shudder of Dad's muscles and
sinews. Somehow it was as if my fingers were guiding the huge, hard dick
down into Dad's throat, opening him up so that the Captain's over-sized
prick could find its way to the limit of extension, filling him as no other
cock could possibly fill him, making him ready for the invasion of this
big, fat meat.

I watched with unblinking eyes as Tuggart's crotch slowly approached Dad's
face, as more and more of his huge, hard dick disappeared between my
father's lips, and my hand trailed over his throat as the strangling cock
massaged and widened every single inch of his gullet, stretching at least
half way down into his chest. It was a strange, most intimate experience to
feel this with my hand and I trembled with excitement and then, when the
Captain pushed the last of his 12 inches of thick, hard cock down into
Dad's throat, wriggling his hips to make sure that he was completely,
totally, inside that hot, wet mouth, when his wiry crotch hair made contact
with Dad's lips, when Tuggart's huge, hairy balls bounced against his nose
and brushed over his eyes, when I heard Dad gurgle enthusiastically around
the monsterous, wrist-thick hardness that was stuffed to the hilt into his
mouth, when I saw that his body tensed, that his own rockhard dick throbbed
and leaped and jerked on his heaving belly, that he ground his hips and ass
in eccentric circular movements, silently begging for a hand or a mouth
that might bring him off, then I came myself in a dry, shattering climax:
my balls drew close and pumped and twitched achingly and my dick jerked and
throbbed and expanded rythmically and I shook in a series of hard spams but
I waited in vain for the explosion of thick, huge globs of glitteringly
white cum out of the gaping piss-slit. Except for a short, watery dripple
my dick remained dry although I experienced every other sign of orgasm.
But yet it was one of the best climaxes I ever had - even more so since my
cock never lost the slighest fraction of its hardness when the violent
spasms that shook my body finally subsided.

I was ready to go again right away - and Tuggart lost no time to get me
going.

He observed me coldly, haughtly for some moments, hovering in his
magnificent maleness above me, flexing every muscle of his impressively
articulated physique, while I shook and trembled at his feet. His hot,
terrifying dick was buried deep inside Dad's throat, throbbing visibly at
the wrist-thick base that stretched Dad's mouth wider apart than seemed
humanly possible, and then he began to rock the over-sized shaft slowly
deep into the gulping throat while he stared down at Dad's convulsing
throat, watching intently as a small fraction of the huge, throbbing shaft
of his cock appeared briefly between those clamping lips, glistening wetly
with spit and pre-cum, only to disappear again, shoved downward, inside
Dad's welcoming, accepting mouth by a swift movement of his muscular
hips. His cock throbbed and jerked perceptibly in the depths of Dad's
swallowing, dick-massaging throat and Tuggart's voice sounded slightly
strained, less booming and secure than before, as he said:

"Not bad, cop! You seem to have had a lot of practice, gulpin' down big,
hard cock. The perfect slut, huh? Small wonder your boy turned out to be
cock- and cum-crazy too."

He continued to fuck Dad's mouth, increasing his tempo slowly, his strokes
becoming more jabbing, while he fixed his piercing eyes on my face
again. Lost in admiration of his hairy, muscular torso, I hardly noticed
that he brought his right hand close to my mouth. He grinned, still holding
my gaze, and then pushed three of his long fingers deep down into my
throat, forcing my lips apart with brute force. I gagged but yet began
instantly to suck desparately at his thick, hairy fingers, swirling my
tongue round and round, laving them with spit, sucking hard as if his
digits could miraculously produce the creamy, sticky essence that filled
his over-sized balls if only I tried hard enough to milk them dry.

We stayed like that for some time: Dad groaning with shuddering delight as
Tuggart fucked his face, rocking his lean, hard hips increasingly harder
and faster, driving his giant cock deeper and more furiously down into
Dad's spasming throat, me whimpering around the Captain's long, thick
fingers, sucking hard, licking madly, like a calf that is dumb enough to
suck at everything that is stuck into its mouth.

But then Tuggart suddenly stepped back. He pulled his fingers out of my
clamping lips, leaving me behind like an infant that is bereft of his
mother's breath, whining to be fed again, drooling with desire, and he also
yanked his dick abruptly out of Dad's sucking mouth. The frighteningly
thick, throbbing rod that was obviously right at the brink of explosion
jumped violently upwards and slapped hard against Tuggart's crotch and
belly. A shower of small globs of spit and pre-cum sprayed over his abs and
reached even his pecs. Some of the clear droplets stuck in the thick mat of
dark hair that covered virtually every square inch of his muscular chest
and stomach, more fell down on Dad's and mine face. Dad gasped and groaned
in frustration and he lunged upwards, trying to recapture these hot,
terrifying 12 inches of thick, hard cock that had stuck in his throat only
some seconds before, but of course the Captain didn't appreciate that
initiative. Grabbing Dad's neck, he stuffed both his over-sized, hairy
balls into Dad's gaping mouth with just a few carefully judged movements,
thus cutting off his groans and cries. Holding him in a powerfully tight
grip, he pressed Dad's head forcefully into his crotch, and snarled:

"Here, cop, take this as a gag!"

I trembled as I saw that Dad fought for air, arching his trembling body,
his arms flailing helplessly around on the couch, but then he somehow
regained control over his breath and started to suck noisily at the
Captain's balls. The movement of cheeks and jaws told me that he rolled the
huge, hairy orbs around on his raspy tongue, licking, lapping and sucking
in turns. From time to time he even seem to gnaw gently at them. His mouth
looked as if it was stuffed with even more male flesh than before but he
didn't seem to mind that. In fact, his dick was as hard as
before. Glistening drops of pre-cum welled up in his piss-slit like tears
and fell down from his cockhead, a dewy string that coated his flat, smooth
stomach. His fat, hard dick slipped to and fro on the slimy lube, moving
with a power of its own.  I asked myself if Dad's rough treatment of
Tuggart's balls might not be painful. But if this was the case, the Captain
didn't show it. Once the sudden burst of activity that had brought Dad's
head into his lap was over, Tuggart looked as aloof as before.

Slowly he straightened himself. He had started to sweat and his
magnificent, hard muscled torso glowed with a thin layer of the smelly, hot
fluid. Our eyes locked again. My rockhard dick throbbed and jerked
expectantly between my thighs as I stared reverentially up into his
handsome face. As before his piecing eyes left me spineless. Holding my
gaze he raised his hand, moving as if in slow-motion. For a brief moment he
looked at the three fingers he had stuck deep in my hungry mouth. They were
still coated with my spit and he turned them around in front of his face,
eyeing them cooly as if he saw them for the first time. Guiding my eyes
with his gaze, he then encircled his right tit with those three fingers in
a slow, almost solemn movement of his hand, coating the fleshy peak and the
surrounding twirl of dark, wiry hairs with my spit. The wet hairs clung to
his skin and so his darkly-hued, hard nipple looked suddenly even bigger
than before. I gasped and my achingly hard dick jerked even more violently
as I watched this strange, erotic baptism. Then he stabbed his fingers into
my mouth again to scoop up more of my spit. Moving in the same theatrical
way he then coated his other tit, sticking the surrounding hairs to the
skin here too. My fingers itched as I saw both his hard nipples glow with
my spit. I wanted to reach out and tuck and pull at those fleshy, enticing
buds, but of course I didn't dare to move on my own account. As you can see
I was already well trained.

Then Tuggart asked softly:

"You want my cum, Simon?"

My mouth went instantly completely dry and no words came out of it when I
tried to speak although I cleared my throat several times. Then I just
nodded, still staring into his cold eyes.

I should have known that this wouldn't do.

"Answer me, slut boy!," he said as softly as before but with an even more
menacing tone.

My eyes fixed on Tuggart's heavily bouncing, giant dick, I managed to croak
with some effort:

"Yeah... oh, yeah... I... I... want your cum, S..S..Sir... want it bad!"

Still he was not satisfied:

"You heard your Dad, didn't you? Speak like the slut you are!"

Confused I looked at Dad you was still happily, noisly sucking at the
Captain's huge balls. His thrown-back head was buried between Tuggart's
strong thighs and he had even raised his arms and grabbed the man's firm
hips to pull himself even closer into his crotch. It took me some moments
before I knew what Tuggart wanted. Looking into his face with pleading eyes
I then said:

"Sir, please, Sir! Please give me your cum! Sir, I...I need it bad... so
bad, Sir!"

Finally the Captain was pleased with me. He curled his lips contemptously
and said:

"Okay, slut boy." He paused suggestively for a second and then went on:
"Get your first helping then! You know where to find it... know where I
left it for you."

I gulped down hard and a shiver ran down my spine as I heard this. The idea
that I was to lick the Captain's cum out of Dad's ass was repulsive and
owerpoweringly hot at the same time. Tuggart's grin broadened as he noticed
my conflicting emotions. His voice thick suddenly thick with lust he said:

"What's up, slut boy? You don't like this idea... rimmin' your old man to
get a load of my cum into your mouth? Too slutish for your taste, huh?
Think twice, boy, since this is my condition number three. So better get
goin', slut! Dive down between those ass cheeks and move your tongue! Stick
it out as fas as you can and lunge down! I wanna see your tongue drip with
my jism when you come up for air again! Got that?"

I blinked helplessly and then stammered:

"Sir, I'll do... whatever... you want me to do. Anything. Just... just like
my Dad."

The Captain laughed and then he said:

"Oh, yeah, your Dad's a perfect model here. Look how he's munching on my
balls! Like he's starved, huh? That's the spirit, slut boy! Now let me see
how you perform."

Guided by Tuggart's huge hands I then moved on top of Dad's prostrate body,
kneeling on all fours above him. I burned with shame to be ordered around
like that and yet felt hotter than ever before. Of course I had licked my
father's ass only some moments before, but this was different: to be
ordered to do it and to be watched while I did it seemed to make it even
more exciting. Some part of me resented this feeling and told me that it
was wrong, perverse, and - yeah - slutish to be excited by this, but some
other - and stronger - part indulged unconditionally to this mounting
arousal.

My knees beside Dad's shoulders, my hands near his hips, my head even with
his crotch, I glanced backwards through my outstretched arms: I saw the
massive frame of Dad's muscular, sculptured body, glowing with sweat, his
huge, rockhard dick, jerking erratically right under my face, his wide,
heaving chest, his strong , meaty pecs that bulged with strain and
excitement , his convulsing throat and the underside of his chin, his
rapidly moving Adam's apple as he sucked avidly on Tuggart's huge balls,
his cheeks dilated by the massive volume of those over-sized orbs. I saw my
own dick, suspended in mid-air under my belly and hard as steel. Clear lube
leaked out of the bloated head and dropped down in a string of sticky
globs. And I saw Tuggart's thrusting, thick-shafted dick that jutted
forward between my widespread legs, stretching as far as beyond my
navel. It hovered right under my throbbing, drooling dick and even touched
it occasionally, when it bounced up with one of Tuggart's movements,
brushing lightly at its underside. My pre-cum oozed down on the massive,
pulsing rod, coating and lubricacting it with the slick fluid. The gaping,
red edged piss-slit seemed to blink at me like a vertical eye and it seemed
to come nearer and nearer as the Captain stepped more closely behind me,
pulling Dad's suctioning mouth and his head with him. I gasped at this
incredibly hot sight and felt suddenly to weak to move.

Only Tuggart's voice brought me back to my senses.

"What are you waitin' for, slut boy?," he snarled. "I told you to rim that
ass! So move your butt, Henderson, and give your son a treat!"

And Dad did as he was told: he lifted his strongly muscled legs into the
air, bending his knees as if squatting, baring his ass under my face. I
grabbed and held his thick calves, spreading them even wider apart, and
there I was: right above my Dad's exposed butt, looking at the shadowy,
sweaty cleft between his taut, perfectly shaped buttocks, gasping at the
sight of the puckered, clamping ring muscle that opened slowly, forced to
relax, to gap apart, by the awkward, straining position of his legs. I
stared down into the dark tunnel that led down into Dad's body behind that
strong muscle and gasped again when some white liquid seemed to glitter
deep down in that round opening.

Tuggart, the ever observant master of ceremonies, was right there with his
comment:

"Like what you see, boy?," he whispered huskily, his head suddenly right
beside mine, "like it? That's my cum... a huge load of thick, creamy
cum. Go for it, slut boy! Stick out your tongue and lap up that cum!"

And I too did as I was told: with a loud, lusty cry I lunged forward and
buried my face, nose, mouth, and tongue in Dad's sweaty asscrack, and began
to work my tongue down into that gaping hole. It had looked wide open from
above but turned out to be tight and narrow when I started to work at it
with my mouth. I kissed and licked and lapped around the puckered hole,
forcing my face even harder between Dad's strong, muscular cheeks, and then
finally managed to push my tongue up into him as far as it would go,
swirling the raspy muscle round and round endlessly with all my might,
sucking hard, desparately, driving my pointed tongue forcefully down into
the slimy tunnel. And then my efforts were rewarded: the tip of my tongue
brushed over wet, slick flesh and dipped into an inert liquid, and suddenly
a wave of hot, sticky cum washed over my tongue and filled my mouth to the
point of overflowing. It was as if a dam had broken, as if I had discovered
an inexhaustible well that gushed with intoxicating man juice. The taste
was simple divine: saltier, tastier, richer than any other man's cum I had
tasted so far. I licked and lapped and drank and swallowed and went mad
with lust, moaning, gurgling, groaning, probing greedily deeper and deeper
with my eager tongue, wanting more, still more of that delicious fluid.

But suddenly Tuggart pulled my head back. He had moved over my bent torso
and his wiry, strong chest hairs scratched at my back. The heat of his
massive, power packed body burned on my skin. Holding my head in a achingly
tight grip, his mouth right beside my ear, he growled:

"Let me see your tongue, slut boy! Stick it out and let me see my cum on
your tongue!"

I whined with pain since he seemed to try to crush my scull with his
iron-strong finger but complied: I opened my mouth and let my tongue hang
out, feeling more embarrassingly slutish than ever before as a mixture of
spit, cum, and ass juices drippled down my chin. But the Captain liked what
he saw:

"Good boy! All wet and slimy... like you did some real deep tongue-fuckin'!
Good boy! Looks like you instantly acquired a taste for it, huh? Like my
cum? Tastes good? Do you want more?"

"Oh, yeah, Captain... Sir... Sir!," I stammered, "I... I love it... really
love it! And I want more... please, more... Sir... all of it, Sir!"

He didn't bother to answer me: he just forced my head hard down into Dad's
ass crack again and I resumed my ardent tongue-fuck, trying madly to scoop
up every single drop of cum that was to be found in my Dad's well-fucked,
slick ass with my agile, deep-driving tongue.

While I was still happily, noisly, rimming my own father, licking one big
mouthful of cum after the other out of his tight, hot ass, Tuggart moved
backwards. He stood behind me again and then I felt his big hands on my
buttocks. He started to knead the taut mounds of hard flesh and I knew what
was about to happen next. The idea made me squirm with shame, but there was
nothing I could do about it: I had surrendered unconditionally. So the
Captain could have his way with me. Every way he wanted.

And so it did happen: Tuggart's huge, strong hands opened the deep cleft
between my buns wide open and then he stabbed three fingers - in all
likelihood the same three fingers that he had forced down into my mouth and
throat - deep into my asshole, pushing them roughly past the quivering,
clamping ring muscle despite my muffled cries of protest and pain. He drove
his fingers as far into my butt as possible and then began to spread them
apart. Instantly cum welled up and leaked out of my gaping asshole: it was
not only the huge load of jism that Dad had shot into my guts during the
weird threesome we had had with Tuggart only some moments before; no, much
to my embarrassment all the cum I had gathered in my ass during the long
night in the restroom was still there too - I had kept this sea of semen in
me, delighting in the thought that the cum of all the numerous and very
different men who had fucked me mingled deep down in my guts, they all
their heavy loads accumulated to one giant reservoir of hot, tasty cum
inside my body. And now, as my ass was forced wide open by Tuggart's deep
probing, strong fingers, now it all ran out, like a stream that coated not
only the Captain's hand and wrist, but also my asscrack, my balls and my
thighs. I squirmed and tried to clamp my butt tight again, but of course
that was of no avail. Tuggart just went on to scoop up more and more jism
with his twirling fingers, murmuring to himself while he digged deeper and
deeper into my ass:

"Well, well, what a well-fucked ass! Filled to the brim with hot
cum. Really to the brim. Look at that... it's runnin' out in a thick
stream. Never saw so much cum in just one ass! Boy, you really are a slut,
aren't you?"

Then he pulled his hand back and I waited anxiously what he would do
next. I shouldn't have bothered to think about possible alternatives. It
goes without saying that he did the meanest thing imaginable: he started to
feed the cum he had gathered in my ass to Dad. I heard licking noises and
knew without looking that he had pushed his cum-soaked fingers down into
Dad's mouth for a change, replacing his huge, hairy balls with something
even tastier. And I was right: above the wet, slurping sounds I heard
Tuggart's cool voice again:

"It might interest you, Henderson, to know that this is not your own cum
you're tastin' right now. Hey, go on, cop, gulp it down! Lick my fingers
clean! Don't hesitate, man! There is more, much more... and I'll feed it to
you no matter if you like or not. Okay, cop, you did indeed provide some
part of this tasty, sticky drink since you came in your son's butthole just
a few minutes before. I know that, wittnessed it myself, but let me tell
you, that load of yours - however big it has been - is only the smallest
part of this ocean of cum in your boy's guts. According to the records your
hot brother-in-law was about to destroy when I caught him - remember that,
cop? - according to these records your son had been fucked up the ass by
nine men before the officers interrupted this restroom orgy. So I think
it's reasonable to assume that the real figure is more like 15... 18... or
maybe even 20. After all, your cute, little boy had been at this place for
hours on end. Now that I've seen how much cum there is in his ass I'm
inclined to think that maybe even more men had had his ass. So that's what
you're tastin' right now, Henderson: a mixture of - let's say - maybe 22
loads of cum, shot by 22 different men out of 22 differently shape, but
invariably thick, hard dicks into your son's hot asshole at the end of 22
deep, hard fucks (I neglect the very likely possibility of sloppy seconds
and thirds here just to make things not too complicated). How's that,
Henderson? Must be dream come true for a cum-crazy slut like you, huh? Even
more so since it's not any ass (I guess you can find an ass like that any
day if you look at the right places), but the sweet, tight ass of your very
own son! So enjoy, cop slut!"

And with that he yanked Dad up at his shoulders and pressed his head into
my asscrack. Dad's mouth met my butthole and I couldn't help it: somehow
the tight ring musce loosened under the soft pressure of his hot lips and
suddenly a torrent of cum gushed out of my ass and ran down into his
mouth. I felt his tongue swirling around in the cleft between my buttocks
as if he tried to stop the broad stream of cum that poured down onto his
face by using his pointed tongue as a plug and heard him gulp and lick and
lap as eagerly at my ass as I worked at his butt. And that did it for me:
the incredibly hot situation, the heat of Dad's writhing body, the
owerpowering scent of sweat and sex and cum that filled my nostrils, the
maddeningly taste of Tuggart's jism in my mouth, the feeling of Dad's
spasming asshole around my deep-probing tongue, the idea that my own father
joyously licked out my ass at the same time as I rimmed him and greedily
drank down the cum of all the men who had fucked me earlier on that night,
driving his tongue deep down into my indeed really well-fucked ass,
accepting me as I was, maybe even taking delight in my slutishness - all
this pushed me over the edge and made me cum again, in a real and really
wet climax. Every muscle in my body tensed and my aching balls drew close
to their base and then I sensed that my whole rocked with an overpoweringly
strong force. Nothing less than a lightning seemed to strike into my
rockhard, throbbing dick and it swelled up even more and then burst after
burst of hot cum shot out of my violently jerking cock as my balls
miraculously pumped up more and even more thick globs of sticky spunk that
spewed out of my quivering dickhead in a seemingly never-ending row.

I came and came and came, still licking at Dad's hot, tight ass like mad,
lost in the agony of an almost painfully intense orgasm, spraying Dad's
wide chest with an endless shower of thick globs of sticky, white cum,
although I knew perfectly well that all this was just an extended prelude,
orchestrated by the Captain, a prelude to the real thing - to get my ass
fucked by Tuggart's giant 12 inch dick.

I was sure he wouldn't give me time to rest - and like most of my guesses
about him this one turned out to be true too.



(to be continued)

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