Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2003 10:55:44 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kevin Hoover <kevinhoover2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Reminiscences - Part 2

Daddy (our first time)

	I was scared, but it was more than fear what I was feeling. My legs
were trembling, my body was highly aroused, something I didn't fully
understand, I still could taste my uncle's cum in my mouth, and since I
didn't have time to assimilate what I had just done with uncle Thad,
sucking his cock, eating his spunk, and enjoying it all (which was
something that disturbed me even more), I was confused and in a state of
euphoria, and deeply inside I knew that the night had only begun. Uncle
Thad and my dad were not identical twins, although many people couldn't
tell one from the other, the family could, of course. And my father had an
aura of authority that my uncle lacked. Maybe the responsibility of running
a ranch and to whom everybody ran to when decisions had to be taken was
what made him so impressive. His burly body was like a wall of flesh moving
around, a little overweight, but not really fat. His arms and chest were
covered with a beautiful mat of blonde hair; his frame was so strong that
you felt protected just by being near him! (this is the point of view of a
child). His clothes, although being XL, seemed to be about to burst, due to
his large complexion. Underneath his shirts there was a bulky man. And
there was something more, something animal, that drew people to him. He had
such magnetism that you could never say 'no' to him, even if you didn't
agree with him. Although he wrapped his arms around me when we slept, I
never had the nerve to explore his body. Many times in my life I felt
secretively an urge to touch him, run my hands over his chest, let my
fingers sift thru the thick blonde hair on his chest, over his belly, and
under the waistband of his shorts into the darkness of his crotch, where
his cock was kept, but I never dared, because I didn't have an explanation
to give him if I ever decided to put my thoughts in action. And I still
hadn't been awakened for sex, hadn't learned the mysteries of
manhood. Until that night, that is!

	I don't remember exactly all the words we spoke that night because
my main impressions are focused on the facts that took place in his bed,
our bed. But so that everybody might understand what happened, he inquired
if what uncle Thad had told him was true, if he caught me wearing my
mother's clothes. I sat on the edge of the bed and after admitting with my
head down that it was true he wanted to know why I did that, if I wished I
had been born a girl, for how long I had been acting that way, and if it
was only because I wanted to know what being a girl felt like. I didn't
have words to explain all that since I didn't have an explanation even to
myself. He didn't seem to be angry, I could sense that, and I surely could
sense something else in the air. He was nervous and trying to restrain his
movements, and he knew how to be intense in his movements, and I
misunderstood that as disappointment for his younger son being different
from the others. He also asked me if uncle Thad had hurt me when he, uhnn,
made me see what being a girl feels like. He was standing in front of me,
dressed in his pajamas, and I saw him give it a tug, adjusting something
inside his pants. With my head still down I said 'no' and he asked if I had
understood what a girl was supposed to do to please a man, and if I still
wanted to be a girl after being shown by uncle Thad the hard part of being
a woman.

	I began to cry and apologized for what I had done and that seemed
to upset him even more because he told me to stop crying and said that we'd
better forget the whole thing and try to get some sleep. Relief washed over
me and I obeyed him when he turned off the light and we both covered
ourselves with a light blanket. We remained silent for a while and I waited
to see if he would pull me closer to him the way he usually did, but then
he asked me if I missed her too much. I simply said 'yes' with trembling
voice and he said that he missed her a lot, too. With a sad voice he added
that ever since her death he felt very lonely and that things had been a
bit difficult for him because he was a man and there were certain things
that a man needed done in order to keep focused, and in his case it had
been so long that his hand just didn't satisfy him anymore. I remained
silent, not knowing what to say and a little surprised to hear him say
those things. I knew that he was trying to send me a signal, but I was too
shaken to do something. Maybe he was expecting me to make things easier for
him, but I had no idea of what that could be. After a while he asked me if
I would like to help him. I said yes and asked him what he wanted me to do
for him. He surprised me when he asked if I wanted to take my mom's
place. He said: "Ugh, since you like to wear your mother's clothes and once
you're already sleeping with me, could you help me doing the things your
mother did to me?" He was visibly uncomfortable with the words. "Would you
let me do to you what I used to do to her... like a man and a woman
together?"

	I was dumbstruck, my heart racing, my mouth dry and no coherent
thought came to me. Of course million of things passed thru my mind,
wondering what he meant by taking my mom's place, what that implied, and
not really understanding how he had the guts to make that proposal. I
stammered 'OK' because I wanted to make him happy and also because I was
under pressure. Immediately he moved up behind me, hugged me and pressed
his body against my back. I was completely swallowed by his burly body, his
arms surrounded me and I could feel something pressing up against my
butthole, his cock, a big lump getting harder and harder, pressed against
my cheeks, and by his urgency I got the extension of his hunger. He was
burning, his breathing got deeper and I was overwhelmed by the intensity of
my father's sexual desire. In only one day I was going through events that
changed my life forever. In that moment we were not father and son anymore;
he was a grown man in need of sex, lustily relieving himself in a soft,
warm piece of ass instead of his soapy hand, and I was his new found toy,
conveniently there just for him. In that moment, what really counted was
the blood drumming in his cock, which expected no other answer besides
being forced down some warm, deep cave. Hastily he removed the pieces of my
pajama and then his, and once again he involved me in his arms, this time
it was his naked hairy chest that covered my back, his hands trapping me
and pulling me tight against him; his cock, completely and furiously hard
by then, pushing against my butt, showing me that his contained need was
too much, that he could not deal with it rationally, at least not that
first time, not after a long year of being sex deprived.

	The heat emanating from his body began to work magically on my body
and I let it relax against his, letting him really do his will, and waiting
for his instructions. At first he began poking me, giving me short stabs
with his cock, not really meaning to enter me, just teasing, enjoying the
sensation of flesh against flesh, his hands walking on my belly and
chest. But then I felt his eagerness become more intense, maybe due to his
long year without sex, and he spat in his hand and spread his thick wad of
saliva between my thighs, leaving them slippery on the inside to, soon,
guide his cock to that moist place between my smooth thighs. I felt his wet
penis start to slide in my fake vagina. I was amazed at how big and thick
he was. It poked its way through and emerged on the other side until I
could feel his bush of hair grinding my butt. The feeling of touching a
cock is something, but the feeling of having one touching you in that way,
slipping between your legs, rubbing your ass, is another thing that no
words can describe. The feeling of his penis sliding against the bottom of
my balls was...well, it was the greatest feeling I had ever had up to that
time. Never I had felt so aroused in my life. I felt shockwaves running
thru my body, sending a shiver from my nutsacs to the nape of my neck, and
he moaned, too, while his hands brought me tighter against his strong,
warm, hairy body and he thrust his engorged cock fiercely back and
forth. The fat head would come all the way from my behind and appear just
beneath my small, hard cock. The friction was causing me to moan, too, and
I wanted to touch his cock. I placed my hand, cupping my balls and when he
thrust all the way in, the head would lodge in my tiny hand, also creating
a soft barrier to his intruder. The head was warm and moist and soon my
hand was all slimy, due to his abundant pre-cum leaking from the head. He
whispered into my ear "that feels so good, son" and started to slide slower
in long strokes, letting me squeeze his cock head in my hand for a few more
seconds each time as he, letting out a loud moan, pushed as far forward as
he could, grinding his pubic hair against my soft butt.

	Not once, but at least three times, the slippery head of his
swollen cock got stuck right at the eye of my back entrance as he pounded
my thighs mightily, and I, being caught our of guard, was hit by an acute
sharp pain as it would break the barrier of wrinkles and slip in, long
enough to make me freeze in his arms and bite my lower lip in agony. I had
felt that pain before with uncle Thad, and it really hurt. But before I
could complain my father would pull it out and slip it between my thighs
again. It was just that, due to his thrusts, his cock finding the right
path was a natural consequence, since the position we were in contributed
to that. The second time the head slipped into my asshole it found less
resistance than the first time; and when it stuck there for the third time
and he thrust eagerly, I yelped and moved away from him a little because
the flared head went further down my chute and I got the impression that he
was really doing that on purpose now, but as previously, he pulled it out
and kept sliding his cock between my thighs, and again I relaxed as I was
involved by that delicious sensation of his cock rubbing my asshole, and
the pain faded away. This first time with me my father didn't last long; I
suppose he was overcharged and full of lust to care about fooling around
too long, preliminaries and things like that. All he needed right then was
to get rid of his load and my crack was well lubricated, creating the right
environment for just that purpose. The pace heightened. In a lustful and
hoarse voice he whispered in my right ear "I'm gonna cum now!" before he
thrust one last time and the big, plump head began to spurt thick wads of
cum in my hand. One, two great spurts landed in my hand, filling it up with
his cum, covering my balls and cock, as well as my crack and buns.

	On the third spurt he withdrew his throbbing cock a little and the
tip touched my ring as previously and he thrust again heartily, moaning and
groaning, maybe not really intending to penetrate me (I'm not so sure
now). But the cum slippery head, still spitting cum, being pushed with such
a powerful thrust, broke the barrier of wrinkles and buried itself in into
my tight hole. This time he didn't pull it out as before, all I can think
of is that the sensation of cumming in my warm, hot asshole spoke louder
and he simply left it there. He even did more: his right hand spread my
cheeks apart, which caused my asshole to open a little more, and his
cumming pole gained more room.

	When my father began to cum between my thighs I was extremely
excited and needed something more, not knowing exactly what it was. But
when the big head slipped in I let out an involuntary cry of pain and
locked my hole shut in an attempt to keep it out just like I did with uncle
Thad, but he was already past my sphincter muscles filling me with fire,
still cumming and still breaking his way in. My cum dripping hand flew to
my mouth to stiff a cry, and his semen, which was abundant, filled my
mouth, and I tasted his tangy spunk.

	Helplessly I squirmed, skewered on his cock and suddenly, I think,
I simply passed out, or maybe not, but I began to shake uncontrollably in
his arms as I felt like I was pissing. Now I know I was cumming a
shattering orgasm! In his reverie my father simply didn't care about
hurting me anymore; he was beyond any rational action, the father was
locked away somewhere else, the beast had been unleashed, and I was the
meal. His cock kept sliding in, finally lodging deeply inside my rectum and
I could feel it pulsing and gushing his cum inside me, as I felt his pubic
hair touch my cheeks.  My ears still registered his grunts, animal grunts,
and his whole body trembled with the force of his orgasm. Although the pain
must have been unbearable, the sensation of pissing spread thru my limbs
and I didn't care about the pain anymore. A sound like a gargle escaped my
throat and I thought I would die. My body arched and stretched in my
father's arms as he held me firmly, even pulling me down on his impaling
cock, punching his hips forward again, burying the last of his remaining
cock inside me, and remained there quivering, with his manhood coating my
insides with his thick cum, still grunting and gasping for
breath. "Aaahhh!" I moaned out loud as my father's thick cock pulled out a
little and plunged back all the way inside me, burying it so deeply I could
feel his heavy balls crushing against mine, and my ass wrinkles gave in
completely to his big rod. And we remained like that for, maybe, five or
ten minutes, I don't know, time seemed to stand still, his wilting cock
still depositing an endless amount of cum deep inside my bowels, his
massive chest heaving and flexing, his breathing getting calmer as well as
mine, my body still pinned by his softening cock. We couldn't move. Not
just yet! My asshole was totally stretched around his fat and long cock and
I was afraid that now that it was in, it would hurt to let it out. My whole
body was tense and slowly I let it loosen up. My father's cock still
twitched from time to time, but it was drained, totally spent. His load of
cum was now churning inside me and I also had it in my mouth and on my
body.

	Finally he slowly disengaged himself from me and his limp, but
still swollen member, reluctantly slipped out of my burning asshole, giving
me the sensation that part of me was being removed, so embedded it was in
my ass. Cum gushed out and I tried to stop it, but I could not completely
control the muscles of my asshole; it was sore, soaked with cum and
stretched to its limit. When our heartbeats sort of got back to 'normal' he
spoke and I could sense concern in his voice. My father wanted to know if I
was all right, telling me that he didn't mean to hurt me, but that he
didn't have the power to stop breaking me in once his cock slipped in. "It
was too much for me, son. When I entered your tight and warm ass I simply
couldn't take it out. For a moment I thought I was fucking your mother,
that she was here with me and that I was fucking her. And she always took
me whole without problem. It was too much for me! Are you OK?" When I
assured him that I was all right he remained silent for a while and when I
thought he had nothing else to say he asked if I still wanted to do that
again with him. It hurt a lot, but I also remembered what I had just felt,
which still lingered, my body shaking and that sensation of melting inside
out, and I decided that I wanted more. "Yes, daddy, whenever you want to do
that again, I will." "Next time will be better, son, you'll see. I promise
I will be more careful. Lets get some sleep now. We both deserve it!" He
sounded relaxed and satiated, and so was I.

	Our next time happened the next night. And this time, when he
fucked me and shoved his hungry fat cock inside me, it was not by
accident. He purposely fucked me, as he said himself, like he used to fuck
my mom. But that will come later, because I just can't go on remembering
all this without a break.

Kevin

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