Date: Thu, 19 Jul 2007 08:13:49 -0700
From: "..,.." <mypersonalpornaccount@gmail.com>
Subject: Hot's for my dad 7

Hots for My Dad -- 7
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Before I begin this installment of Jon's story, I would like to thank the
few of you who took the time to comment about Jon's story. If you email me,
please attach a photo so I know with whom I'm corresponding and I'll return
one of mine. I'd also like to answer a couple of questions.

This is not my story so I cannot incorporate your plot ideas. I have to
relate the story as Jon told it to me (and our group of mm incest friends)
and as I know it first hand. I do thank you for your suggestions regarding
the plot, and perhaps I may write some fiction later for this site and
incorporate your wishes.

Yes, I, too, grew up in an incest environment although mine was much more
extreme than was Jon's situation. When Jon's story is finished, I will
write of my personal incest relationship with my father that encompassed
nearly 40 years starting when I was a young child. So, be patient.

On to the questions about the physical characteristics of Jon and his dad --
particularly about his dad!  This chapter will begin with a brief
description of Mark and Jon.

The physical description is based upon both my memory of the two of them
(as I was fortunate to have known and played with both of them for several
years) and Jon's description of himself and his father and photos from the
era in which the incest began.

Picture it, Sicily, 1935 -- no, wait, that is Sophia's line from Golden
Girls.  Jon was 16 when the physical relationship with his dad
began. Although Jon played all the sports the local high school had to
offer, he was not a buff jock like they are today. He had a tight body with
just the beginning of what could be a six-pack but never developed. Jon was
5'10", 171, with dark blond hair, and blue eyes that changed colour
depending on the clothes he was wearing. He had some body hair although it
was true blonde in colour -- the type that one can only actually see when
the light is shining on it from the side or behind him . His legs and butt
were lightly furred and his chest was lightly furry, too. His ass -- well, I
could go on for days extolling the beauty of that ass. It was a perfect
heart-shaped ass. The girls at school were envious of his ass and more than
a few of the boys looked at it when he walked by. Jon told me many times
that his best friend remarked more than once, `I wish Wendy had your ass,
man I'd fuck her to death. You know, 2/3 of the guys in school would fuck
your ass if they could get away with it." No, Tommy and Jon never had any
sexual relationship whatsoever nor did Jon and anyone else from
school. That's about it for Jon. Oh, his dick when the incest started was
5.5 inches, cut. Later it grew another inch.

Mark on the other hand was magnificent. He was not a porn star god;
instead, he had a very natural body that comes from a lifetime of
ranch/farm work. Townies and city people do not realize how strenuous ranch
work actually is.  Most farmers/ranchers have a very nice body. His
shoulders were very wide which made his waist look small although his pants
size was 38. He was 6'2 tall, which was unusual back then, and he was all
chest and legs. To use an old expression, Mark was "one tall lanky drink of
water." Mark had a hairy body. His chest was hairy but not furry—it was
easy to see the nipples though the hair. His ass and legs were equally as
hairy but there were only a few stray hairs on his back. It almost looked
like Mark had a regular wax job from the top of his shoulders to his butt
crack. His cock was 7.25 when he was overly horned which was most of the
time. Ok, that's it for the body descriptions.



Chapter 7

I jumped off the bed, moaned at the soreness in my asshole, pulled on some
clothes and headed to the kitchen. When I got to the kitchen door, I
stopped dead in my tracks and did a double take. There sat my father in an
a-shirt the old-fashioned kind that they wore in the old days. They call
them tank tops now. Where the hell he had gotten it is beyond me. All I had
ever seen him wear was the standard t-shirts. I just stood and started. I
could not believe it but my dad looked even hotter in that shirt than he
did naked. Even though I'd just shot a load that almost made my toe nails
fall off, I popped an instant hard on.

I quickly sat down at my place and took the hands of my sister and my
mom. Dad prayed and we all said, "Amen" and my mom started passing the
roast beef. I know we ate roast beef but that is the only thing I remember
about that meal. I could have eaten fried cow pie but I don't remember. All
I did was stare at my dad's hair chest. God damn, how could anyone look
that hot.

When I `came to,' my sisters were clearing the table. My dad said, "I have
to go check on some fence. Swanson said he thought he saw some fence down
over at the back of his place. Jon's gonna earn his keep today and go with
me. I can use someone with his, ah, particular talents."

That was that. Whatever I had planned to do today, the plans were
changed. What, I wondered, had seeing my dad fuck that woman gotten me
into.  Well, I wondered if I should have kept my mouth shut about seeing
him fuck her.

Dad stood up from the chair and said,

Get your ass in gear, kiddo; we have some serious work to be done.

I stood up and started for the kitchen door to the rest of the house and
dad asked where I was going.

To get dressed

No need to change Jon, it's a nice warm day and you could use some
sun. We'll ride the horses today.

He emphasized the word `ride."

I turned around and started out the back door. My dad slapped my ass cheek
hard and told my mom not to worry, it might take a while to find the broken
section and repair it since he didn't exactly know what was wrong with
it. We went into the barn where my dad grabbed me and shoved me into my
horse's stall. He grinned and said,

It's just you and me all afternoon, pussy-boy; I have a distinct feeling
that you're gonna be walking saddle sore when we get home.

With that, he shoved me to my knees, pulled his cock out of the shorts and
said, "Suck it up, cocksucker."

I knelt there sucking my dad's cock for perhaps five minuets before he
pulled it out of my mouth, wiped it dry on my face, tucked it, still hard,
back in his shorts and said"

Let's saddle the horses and get going; I have a real need to ride your ass,
kid.

I saddled my horse while dad saddled his horse and put on a pair of
chaps. He really looked funny working in an a-shirt, thin running shorts,
chaps, and cowboy boots. Yes, it was funny, but he was too hot to me to
laugh at the look -- it just turned me on something fierce to see so much of
his body. The body that had fucked me into submission and oblivion
yesterday and the body I had freely caressed in the shower while I washed
our fucks off his body. I was rock hard.

Dad stepped into the saddle and said, "Let's get moving, cocksucker."  I
stepped into my chaps, mounted the horse, pulled the reins to the left, and
we headed out of the barn. We rode for about 10 minutes before dad said
another word.

Jon, your ass is without a doubt the hottest fuck I have ever had, and you
need to know that before I met your mom, I fucked a lot of ass. I'm going
to teach you how to keep that hole of yours tight by using your ass
muscles. You're always going to be one hot fuck. And trust me; I'm going to
be fucking that hole on a daily basis. Now get your ass off that horse.

We stopped in the middle of a meadow on our property and dismounted. Dad
walked over to me, turned me around, stuck his hand down my shorts and
poked two fingers into my asshole.

Good, you have enough of my cum up there so we don't need any
preparation. Strip.

When I was nude, he said

Put your chaps back on cocksucker, it'll be easier on your knees that way.

I did as dad ordered me and watched as he then completely stripped. His
cock was pointing towards heaven and I could see pre cum already glistening
on his cock head. The told me to get in my hands and knees, like a dog. Dad
squatted behind me, grabbed the belt of my chaps slammed that cock up my
ass in one fucking hard shove. I screamed in pain and dad yelled, "Jesus
fucking Christ!" and started fucking.

Like yesterday, my dad was verbal but he was much louder today. After a few
minutes of slamming his cock up my hole, my dad slowed up a bit and said,

"Jesus, I fucking love fucking in the out doors. I love being out here nude
and rutting around like a couple of animals. Your pussy is going to get a
real work out today, ass-fuck. I've only come once and you know how many
loads I can shoot, so, get ready for a long day of gettin' fucked, kid. I'm
fucking your tail `til my cock falls off."

There was something about hearing my dad spit out such dirty talk that
turned me on immensely. Sure, he said, hell, damn, and ass, around us all
our lives, but this was something else. My cock was so hard I thought it
was going to break off if I touched it.

He reached up, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head back so far I thought my
neck would snap. I moved my torso as best I could -- but there I was on all
fours, my shoulders arched back, my head pulled back and my dad riding my
fuck hole. Dad laughed and said,

And now, pussy boy, I'm going to show you how I can ride in the saddle.
Damn but you look just like some filly getting broke in.

My dad started power fucking my ass then; actually scooting my knees
forward a bit each time he slammed his cock up my hole. In about 10 minutes
of fucking me to death. My dad started getting even louder and louder with
his moans, groans, and shouting. Finally, he screamed "God damn it jock
boy, take my fucking load." And with that, he started creaming my ass. He
never stopped slamming his cock up my hole until his orgasm was completely
over.

He kept pumping for a couple of minutes and finally, he pulled out and
said, "don't move.' He walked around to my face (having not let go of my
hair), and pulled my face into his crotch and said, "clean up my fuck,
pussy."

While I was sucking him clean, I reached under me and started jacking my
cock. My dad noticed and slapped my head and said, `no you don't. Turn that
cock loose, I want you horned all day."

When his cock was clean, he pulled out, put his shorts and shirt in the
saddlebag and put on his chaps and stepped into the saddle. I looked up at
him from my position on all fours. There he sat, magnificent on that
horse. He was stark naked in a pair of chaps with his cock still rock hard
and pointing the way to heaven. He looked at me and said, `get on that
horse, cum-face. We got some work to do in addition to fucking your asshole
off.'

He clicked his tongue, nudged his heals into the side of the horse and off
they went. He looked over his shoulder and said, `Get your pussy in gear."

I stumbled as I got up, my legs being mostly asleep from having been in an
awkward doggy-position for most of the last 45 minutes while my dad fucked
me a new asshole. I climbed into the saddle, took hold of the reins and
nudged Pet forward. I was too sore to make Pet move fast so we just sort of
meandered behind my dad and Pat, his horse.

After about 20-minutes, we came to a large pond on our property. Beavers
had dammed it a long time ago and although they were gone, my dad had
maintained it as a swimming hole. We came out here a lot in the spring and
summer. It was one of my favourite spots on my dad's ranch. Dad dismounted
Pat, took off his hat, chaps and boots and said,

Ok cocksucker, time to wash the fuck off and relax a while. The fence
doesn't need to be mended; I just wanted the afternoon to myself -- myself
and your pussy."

I dismounted, took off my chaps, boots and hat. Dad reached out and took my
hand and led me to the edge of the pond.

If you want me to continue, I need to know you enjoy the story. I'd rather
not waste my time writing a story in which no one is interested.