As Dad worked on my hole, he’d mumble all sorts of dirty things,
it nid wet, and then he’d start fingering it while I wiggled
I eventually got into the habit of sitting on his chest, then bending
my ass untrollably.
few times.
over so that my butt up was right up in Dad’s face every time I
fingers up inside me and strum them over my happy spot until I
dying to get my dad’s cock up inside me.
I was really excited. I almost couldn’t believe that it was really
I was too excited to speak, so I nodded my head. Then I felt
time I jerked him off or sucked on his big pole. He’d wiggle a few
up. Dad took his time lig and fingering my hole to relax it as
much as possible. Then he greased me up with what felt like half
“Now, just relax, son,” he said in a soothing voice. “Daddy’s
happening!
I’ll pull it back out, OK?”
Dad pushed forward a little more a with some resistance.
his cockhead against my asshole and stroke it bad forth a
His hot breath made me shiver. I nodded a him position
gonna start putting it in. If it hurts too much, just tell me, and
The day finally came when I thought I was ready to take my
up for Daddy’s big cock.
his lips right up to my ear and whispered, “Are you ready, Jess?”
Daddy lay down on top of me. I could feel his big sausage led
of a jar of Vaseline. I felt open and slick back there, and I was just
telling me how tight my hole was and how we had to get it opened
went down on him. He’d take the hint and spit on my hole to get
was drooling out of my piss slit, just like my old man.
iween my asscheeks. He was already leaking when he brought
the missile-shaped of his cock start to pee my hole.
dad’s fat one. He laid me out across the bed, face down and ass
push in
“You OK, Jess?” he asked. Again I nodded. “Relax, I’m gonna