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  • My girlfriends father

    • "That's it, Boy. Ah, fuck, yeah. You take what's coming to ya'. Take it like a good buddy. Take it like MY good buddy. Is that what you're needing? You want Daddy to fuck you full-stroke, huh?" I could feel the entire length of Mr. Stewart's velvety shaft ease it's way into, then all the way out of me, all the way out--including the helmet-shaped head--out of my body.

    "Yeah, yeah, ah, oh," and then I remembered myself, "ah, Yes, Sir. Man, fuck your little buddy's hairy hole. Uh, ah, anything to please you, Sir. Anything you need, Daddy. Anything...," I insisted as I looked up at his hairy torso. My girlfriend's dad was so hot, there were a million ways or more I wanted to help him out.

    "Scott, uh, I couldn't stop it," he apologized as he continued to mount me royally: "When you slipped on that rock, I couldn't help but grab your fine ass to catch you. You understand that, right?" He looked at me with deep brown eyes. His bearded face showed such tenderness and insistence, I had to open up to his full-shaft assault on my butthole. I was lost in the beauty of the moment where his hunger to breed me and my longing for him were the whole focus of our worlds--the whole focus of over six weeks of dating his daughter.

    Cindy was pretty--she had some big tits for 18, and all the guys at school thought I was a stud for getting her to date me, but what they didn't know was that I had almost dumped her, early on. Then, one Saturday afternoon about five weeks ago, coming home from a swimming date, Cindy's dad, Mr. Stewart, came into the kitchen fresh from cutting the yard. She had actually left to get something out of her room, go to the bathroom, or whatever...I can't remember. What I do remember was 200-plus pounds of sweaty, muscled, hairy man--fifty-years-old, or so--suddenly, in a cramped kitchen with me, drying himself off and introducing himself as "...Doug Stewart. I'm Cindy's father." With his hand touching mine, the sight and smell of him, I was shooting almost a full boner in my red trunks and was speechless. As a man, Mr. Stewart was my forbidden ideal. I never would have allowed myself to admit it, but I knew I felt attraction for men--older men, not the college prima donnas that my fraternity brothers all fought over. If I had to describe what got me excited at the time, the picture would have looked a lot like the man whose hand I was shaking. I not only shook the man's hand, acting on auto-pilot I placed my other hand on his left arm and squeezed. He was solid--a mountain of hairy man, ripe from the fields.

    Dazed, I said, "Hi, I'm Scott, Scott Barrio. Cindy and me, we just 'uh, we just 'uh went for a quick swim." I kept my handshake firm so he wouldn't think me a sissy or anything, and I began to worry that I might have kept his hand too long. I let go of his arm with my left hand and added, "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Stewart," before letting go of his hairy right hand.

    Now, those thick, hairy arms were locked on either side of me as I felt his sweaty, hairy mounds of chest muscle push against my calves with his every thrust, and his handsome face began to strain as his dick plunged deeper into me than it had before. This time his sweat wasn't from pushing a lawn mower; this time his sweat was from ramming me. Here I was in a tent, on my back, being fucked by the man of my dreams, and he was saying things that were making my head spin with lust and romantic desire. He crushed down on me, bending my legs all the way to my ears, and I relished the feel of his massive, hairy body rubbing against the light fur of mine. Looking at me squarely in the face he seemed to be confessing as he told me, "Oh, Scott, you have the most haunting blue eyes," and then he kissed me, surging both his tongue and his swollen member into me. After sharing a brief battle of tongues and feeling his rampant thrusts into me for a few minutes, his humping settled down some as he said, "The first time I saw you in that red bathing suit, I got such a hard woody. I knew I needed to rip that suit off your butt and plant my face in there before I planted a whole lot more. Oh, yeah, Baby Boy. Oh, fuck, yeah...I wanna' seed ya'." He rubbed my furry tummy as he said this, "I want to plant my nut into that sexy taut belly of yours and feel my cock deliver my hot, fresh juice to ya', Son. Will you accept my cumload, Scott? Will you be my Baby Boy, Scotty? Will you be the tough little buddy who helps his father-in-law out--helps his father-in-law to get his nut? Yeah, it'll be our little secret. Just our little secret. O, fuck, yes! You wanna' be Daddy's special furry little buddy, huh, Bud? Huh? Can I seed you deep?"

    "Oh, hell, yeah! I want you to, Daddy. I need your hot cum. Fill me up, you massive stud, you. I wanna' take Daddy's FUCK LOAD!" I was getting loud, but it didn't matter. We were out here alone, just getting to know one another, and I was totally and completely in love with this man. If he wanted me to marry Cindy, if that would assure that I'd get the pleasure of his hot rod inside of me again, then, well, sure. I asked him, "You liked lookin' at me in that red suit, huh?"

    He kissed me again and looked in my eyes as I felt him pound my buns more vigorously. Breaking our kiss, he kept looking at me and tweaking my nipples as I reached to jack my dick. He brushed my hand away and said, "No, Scott, I wanna try to help you there." He took hold of my dick and, in time to his own driving inside me, he masturbated my shaft. He seemed to enjoy both fucking me and manipulating my cock with his hands. I loved feeling every bit of him as I offered up my hole to that achingly hard shaft of his. Now, I felt all but the head come in and out of me as he pressed his chest into mine again and kissed me passionately. I kissed back and felt his hand moving up and down between our tightly pressed bodies helping me towards an edge I knew was there but was afraid to go over.

    "God, I'm so close," Mr. Stewart said. I was, too. Each surge of his organ against my insides was one more push towards that edge that he wanted me to cross. His hairy arms grabbed my hips, and he hammered me for a bit before saying, "Scotty, I'm gonna go for it. Yeah, I'm gonna make you my boy, you handsome cuss. I'm gonna seed you deep and hard, but after I cum, I want to keep my dick in you. You understand? I wanna' bust that cherry nut of yours in all of it's fully glory, then I wanna stay right there inside of my Baby Boy, stay right in him and let our bodies experience each other fully--for the first time. You got that, Baby? You ready to receive my blessing, Young Man? You ready to be my Son, Scott?"

    "I'm ready," I said with as much solemnity as I could muster as he started driving that thick man-rod of his in and out of my asshole. He kept stroking my cock with his thrusts, and I could see him absorbed in watching our hard dicks and my open fuck-hole. "I'm ready," I said again, almost involuntarily. I could feel my balls pulling up as I felt his cock expanding. "I'm ready," I said again, as I began to relax my legs back further to receive every inch of his invasion. I wanted to give him full access to anything he wanted from me. I wanted to jump over that edge with him. I wanted to be his boy. I started yelling: "Oh, God, I'm gonna cum, Doug!" I looked up at his very pleased face, "UH! HUH! You got me! You fuckin' got me--OH FUCK, DAMN!" I was spewing cum all over myself and my legs and whole body convulsed with excruciating pleasure. I could feel the muscles of my ass spasm and milk the sweet juice from Doug's shaft, my new Daddy's shaft. He plunged in for one last hard-ramming stroke, and BOOM! I was his boy. I could feel the pulses of his thick dick as Mr. Stewart took my ass for his ultimate satisfaction. I wanted to feel this sensation forever. In some ways it felt like he came in me for just about that long. Mr. Stewart was speaking some unintelligible language in cries and moans as he blessed me deep with his attentions. He rode me down into the murmurs of complete release. We stayed together, tightly bound, as our bodies twitched and thrust out the last of our orgasms. We rested, with him still inside of me and my legs lowered, somewhat, until I felt his beautiful cock expand again. He stretched my legs back to my ears again and began to tell me how happy he was when he first met me and found out I was dating his daughter. As he began thrusting into me again, he looked me over, kissed me and said, "I'm gonna have the most beautiful grandkids." The he fucked me even longer the second time. Without taking his cock out, he had me turn on my front side and take him from behind...[


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