Date: Thu, 15 May 2014 18:25:40 -0700
From: Marcus Benjamin <mypersonalpornaccount2@gmail.com>
Subject: Hots for My Dad pt 13

Hots for my Dad – 13
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Dad reached down, grabbed a handful of my hair, roughly jerked me to myfeet
and said:

"Don't ever do that again, Jon. I am the one who comes in and on YOU, got
that. The next time you shoot your load on me like that unless I tell you,
you'll be sorry. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Dad, I understand."

"Good. Now bet your faggot ass bent over the tailgate; I need to fuck
something and you're the only hole here at the moment."

I got up off my knees, brushed them off, and walked around to the back of
Dad's pickup. Dad stood there, his hot body covered with a think layer of
man-sweat, his cock pointing to the sky. I absolutely didn't know how it
was possible for one man to get hard and stay hard so long at a time, or
how it was possible for any one man to cum so many times in a day. It was
like a porn story, but it was true as my mouth and pussy could testify to
in court.

Dad said,

"Well, get your ass over that tailgate."

I waked up to the tailgate until the front of my legs were touching the
metal, and then laid forward, my ass sticking up. Dad stepped behind me,
kicked my legs wide apart, and put his hand up to my mouth. He said,

"Give me some lube unless you want it dry, cocksucker."

I spit my Dad's load into his cupped palm. I could hear him smearing it all
over his cock and then felt his cum slimed hand rub my asshole.

He positioned himself, wiggled a little, and I felt his cockhead lodge in
my ass crack against my hole. With one tremendous shove accompanied by a
roar that sounded like an angry bear, Dad shoved the whole length of his
cock up my fuck hole. All I could do was groan in pain-pleasure. Even
though dad had ridden my pussy dozens of times by this point, it still hurt
a bit. I think it was more the shock of the slam though my ass muscle than
actual "fuck pain," but, regardless, it always took me by surprise.

My ass ring contracted several times around his cock causing him to groan
again. He slapped my ass cheek and said,

"God damn it, this really is the best fuck hole I have ever fucked. It's
the most talented, too. If you had tits, I could marry you and dump your
mom. She takes it, but she doesn't love it like you do. No one has ever
loved my prick like you do kiddo."

And he was correct; I did love it. I loved it more than I could possibly
put into words.

Dad settled into a slow, yet determined fuck. I knew we didn't have a lot
of time because we had chores to do before supper. Dad relentlessly slow
pounded my ass and the longer he fucked the better it felt. After perhaps
fifteen minutes, I felt my prostate telling my balls it was time to empty
their load. My asshole spasmed around Dad's cock and he laughed and said –
I kid you not,

"Yeah, who's your Daddy, boy? Ol' Dad knows how to fuck your hole, doesn't
he."

He picked up his fuck pace and started quietly moaning. I knew from the way
the fuck rhythm changed that he was building up to seeding my well fucked
hole. His pace continued to speed up and after a few minutes he yelled
(yes, yelled) "Oh, fuck" and I could feel his cock start shooting in my
pussy. That was all I needed and my cock unleashed its load – the second
in about an hour.

Dad slumped over my body and just rested for a couple of minutes. He stood
up, pulled his still hard cock out of my ass and said,

"Clean it off, kid."

I stood up, turned around, sank to my knees and swallowed Dad's cock. I
sucked it clean of our combined fuck juices and my ass.

After he was satisfied his cock was clean, he stepped back and said,

"Time to get dressed, cocksucker. No, not you, me."

He reached for his clothes that were in the bed of the truck, and started
to dress. As he was dressing, Dad said,

"I've been thinking about you a lot, Sport. Well, actually, I've been
thinking about your mouth and your pussy a lot. Yer just about to ruin
me. When I'm fucking your mom's holes, I'm thinking about your holes
wrapped around my cock. That ain't good, because I'm not a homo."

Remember that this was before the term "gay" was in common usage. He went
on talking.

"I love yer mom, but God damn, I love your pussy. So, I've been doing some
thinking. I'm not changing the way I fuck yer mom, and I'm not slowing down
on your ass, either. I just have to figure out how to divide the wholes
equitably."

By that time he was completely dressed. Dad pulled me to him, ran his right
hand over my back and ass, then shoved two fingers up my asshole. He finger
fucked me for a minute or so, pulled his fingers out of my hole and his
hand out of my pants. He held his fingers up to my mouth, ran them around
my lips and said,

"Open up and suck my fingers clean. Fuck, if I'd have finered you any
longer, you'd have shot off again. Look at your cock waving in the
air. You're such a fruit. Not that I'm disappointed you love dick."  He
grinned, pulled his fingers out of my mouth, slapped my ass and said,

"Time to get home. You stay here for about five minutes before you
leave. And don't get dressed until those five minutes are over"

With that, Dad got in the cab of the pickup, started the engine, and drove
off, leaving me standing there stark naked, with a cock as hard as a
crowbar.

I looked at my watch as I stood there, Dad's cum dripping out of my
pussy. I looked up at the sky and said,

"Thank you, God, thank you."

I relived every second of our encounter as I reached for my prick and
started stroking. Well, stroking is the wrong word – I was pounding as
hard as I could. Within a minute my cock was spewing cum all over the
place.

I was suddenly so tired I could hardly stand. I looked at my watch and
watched the minutes tick by. At exactly five minutes, I dressed, got in my
VW, started the car, and headed for home.

When I pulled into the yard, Dad was already in the house. When I walked
into the kitchen, dad told me to get started on the chores, looked at my
sisters and said,

"Go with your brother and help him all you can. He'll tell you what to do
and you need to learn to earn your keep."

He laughed, and said,

"Go on, get. I need to talk to your mom privately for a few minutes. Don't
come back till I call you."

With that, my sisters headed for the door. When I got to the door, I looked
over my shoulder and my dad grinned and winked at me. "Don't hurry, Sport,"
he said as I closed the door.

To be contined if there is any interest.

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