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Subject: Bad Uncles and Dads Chapter 17: Air Force Dad Pt. 4 Please donate to Nifty. Any amount helps. Keep this site and the availability of the wealth of erotic material free as the volume of stories increases and the cost to maintain it does as well. ************************************************************************** This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author’s imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time. 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In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any con- sequences of you viewing or downloading the story. —————————————————————————– Bad Uncles and Dads – Chapter 17 Airforce Dad Pt. 4 Dad was gone in a flash, and I lay on the floor for a minute before I, too, jumped up and headed inside. Walking to the downstairs bathroom, Dad came out and stopped when he saw me. Once again, I was struck by the look of him…so tall and handsome…all that coppery hair on his body curling, swirling, and brushing out from his skin and the openings in his shorts and shirt. I noticed as I reached him that the top of my head didn’t even reach the bot- tom of his chest. Something about that left a warm excited feeling sweeping over me. All of a sudden, strong arms had me up in the air and pressed tightly against him. He spun us around once, slid his wide raspy tongue quickly in and out of my ear as his thick mustache tickled and teased my skin, and then dropped me back on my feet. With a swat to my butt, he continued energitically on his way. I shook myself and shuddered at the quick, affectionate, and sexy contact before stumbling on floating feet into the bathroom. Minty toothpaste scented the air. The tube and cap were laying on the coun- ter top. I squeezed some on my finger, and then hesitated in bringing it to my lips. I ran my tongue back and forth over the roof of my mouth with my eyes clos- ing. The taste of Dad’s cum…I didn’t want to erase it just yet. I relaxed one leg and rested that hip against the counter and let my mouth fall partway open while my tongue traced my teeth and the inside of both my cheeks. God, he tasted good. “Mikey!” I heard Mom’s voice and put the paste in my mouth. Putting a lit- tle water in the glass beside the sink, I regretfully rinsed my mouth and then made my way into the dining room for lunch. The rest of the day was quiet with Mom and Dad discussing Katie and Donna wanting kites during dinner. The decision was made to buy kites for them and me, and then picnic on the beach the next day. Dad went to bed at the same time as Mom, and I went to mine figuring correctly that I wouldn’t see him until the next morning. After breakfast the next morning, Mom sent me up to make sure Dad was awake while she washed dishes and began putting together a big picniclunch for the five of us. I went upstairs and into their room to find the bed empty. Wandering through to their bathroom, I found him with a towel around his waist. Shaving cream was lathered across his jaw, chin, and cheeks. The disposable razor in his big hands with looked tiny clasped in Dad’s long thick fingers The razor cut through the foam in one clean sweep with Dad’s handsome face tilted to the side to pull his skin tight. Heat ran up the back of my legs to my ass and then on up over my face. I found myself caught up in fascination watching my own father perform this age old masculine ritual of adult men. The razor came to a stop. Niether it nor Dad’s hand moved further. I looked up to find light eyes looking into mine. A quick sly wink from one was followed by both eyes sliding down and then back up my body before he moved the razor under running water to wash away the shaving cream and the thick stubble of several days. Warmth tingled in my balls at those pale eyes roaming over me and my prick began filling out the flat front of my shorts. I followed the action of his hairy muscular arm moving back up to his face. Dad’s eyes moved to the mirror and planted the razor against his skin for the next downward motion. His eyes slid back to mine. Without breaking the contact, he tilted his head again and then moved the razor down his tight skin. My prick now strained at the fabric of my briefs and shorts…the bright lights over the mirror flashed the gold, copper, and red of the hair curling in a lush forest over his chest, stomach, and the arm moving down to the stream of warm water. Dad’s other hand reached into the overlap of the towel at his waist. It came back out hauling his thick, swollen, eleven inch meat to drop it on- to the granite counter. It rose like a big intimidating snake to arc downward from its own husky weight toward the center of the sink below. My mouth went dry. My lips parted for the choppy breaths that quickened from my chest. Dad reached up for his neck to pull the skin tight and slowly skimmed the razor down his face again. Following his arm back down to rinse the razor with my head beginning to swim, I saw Dad’s huge hooded cock now hard and jutting forward from the opening in the towel. As it moved back up, I glanced only for a second to Dad’s pale eyes pierc- ing mine before moving them away to watch the slow, intensely male slide of the razor. The hairy arm came down. My eyes followed. Hard, veiny, thick, mighty cock flexed. Wide cockhead flared and reddened. Foreskin pulled tight. The arm moved back up to Dad’s face. Light green eyes drilled into mine. Wide awestuck blue ones stared helpless- ly back. One big hand pulled the skin of Dad’s neck tight again as he raised his chin and and slid the razor from his jaw down his neck before rinsing the razor again. Thick veins rose out more prominently from under the heavy skin stretched across Dad’s tremendous length and enormous girth…the head swelled and turned a deep purple-red as wetness spread across the beefy bulk of it straining forward from under its full cowl of thrilling foreskin. Dad’s hand rose back up, and my eyes followed as he continued his erotic movements with the razor. The last of the Shave cream formed a wide white goatee under his thick bush mustache until he moved the razor below his lower lip and cleaned away his chin to leave a big handle-bar shape on either side of his mouth. His arm stopped just inches from his chin. My hand was reaching inside my briefs and shorts. Curved down now painfully under my young balls, I dragged my hard prick absentmindedly up and to the left as I stared at my father with the dramatic change to his face now givng it the look of a rugged old-west cowboy. I tried to take my hand from my shorts, but my fingers wrapped themselves around my chubby shaft with a mind of their own. Dad’s head tilted back as he drew a deep breath into his big hairy chest. His lips parted and the tip of his tongue swept out to trace his lower lip. Thin lines of remaining shave cream clung to the strong lines of his face. Rooted in place with my heart racing at the sight of him like that, razor still in hand, I slid my grip up and down my prick twice very slowly…feeling the movement happen only somewhere way back in my mind…lowering my eyes to the mammoth cock jutting out in front of him with a long strand of pearly precum hang- ing from the fat head. Dad exhaled slowly. The hand holding the razor became a tight fist of long wide fingers as did the other while his chest flexed high and hard and his biceps and shoulders bulged into deep hard curving lines of straining muscle. Dad’s cock jerked upward and thick white cum shot from the head and splashed against the mirror nine or ten inches from the bottom. His eyes clamped shut and his chin came down hard on the top of his chest as his hips hunched forward and a fist moved up to grind against his forehead. Shot after shot splattered the mirror eight or nine times until the roping jets began began to lose power and squirt the last dribbling eruptions into the sink…Dad’s chest heaving and muscles carving hard lines in the furry skin of his big arms, shoulders, and chest. Eyes full of surprise fluttered widely open and blinked in shock. Panting breaths pushed the ends of Dad’s bushy mustache foward and back above full parted lips. He slowly lowered his hands to the counter and let the razor slip from his thick fingers with his eyes moved downward and away from mine to study the hard dripping cock thrusting forward through the opening in his towel. Dad reached down and slid his thumb under the fat juicy cowled head, then brought it away covered in shiny white gobs. One eyebrow raised as if still in shock, he looked over toward me and then took two shaky steps to place the thumb at my mouth as my lips opened to take it inside. The taste of it hit me…that salty, rich, savory flavor of Dad. In silence, he drew his thumb from the sucking of my mouth to guide me gently to the side of the commode opposite him and then slipped strong fingers into the waistbands of my briefs and shorts. He eased them down to the middle of my thighs. My prick sprang free and hard. Dad stared down and then turned to pad quickly out of the bathroom and across the floor to the door of the bedroom. He was back in seconds, his cock still out and hard. From escort kocaeli where I was standing, someone would have to come into the bedroom and then into the bathroom to see me. Dad stayed blocking the doorway with his tall body and flicked a finger at my prick. “Do it.” He mouthed without words, urging me to stroke out my own load. I took my prick in my left hand so he could watch better even though I was right-handed. At the same time, he leaned his long hairy body against the door frame and began lightly stroking his own long hard meat. Watching him standing there…still in his towel…small streaks of shave cream here and there on his handsome face…the last of the cream giving his big mustache that handlebar look that intrigued me so much…thick body hair shining in the bright bathroom light…and, one big hand slowly fisting the thick fore- skin of his huge cock over and back from the hulking slobbery head. Everything that already had my mind and body in overdrive took over and five strokes left me shooting my load. Dad watched me with pride as if seeing me connect a bat with a pitched ball in my first little league game. More than feeling hot and sexy, oddly, in that moment I felt loved and as if I made him proud of me. Weird, I suppose, but that’s how I felt. Suddenly, Dad was next to me. His tongue was down my throat, one hand cupped my ass with a finger stroking my hole, and the other sliding over and stroking my still pulsing prick. His tall hairy body pressed into mine and I felt as if the world had taken on wings. All too soon, Dad pulled away with an energetic smile, “Get down stairs n’ tell Mom I’ll be down in a second.” With my briefs and shorts back, I was sent off with quick swat to my butt. It was the second time Dad had done that. I liked it. It made me smile. Dad came bounding down a few minutes later in his usual brief and snug olive- colored shorts and a loose t-shirt with big sock-less feet shoved into beat up running shoes…a threadbare pair of old jeans draped over his shoulder in case his legs began to get sunburned. “Cal, we really have t’ get you some new shorts.” Mom began with a shake of her head before a frown creased her brow. “WHAT is THAT?!” “Somethin’ new…” Dad beamed as I looked over to see what she meant. “WHOAAAAA!” My eyes went wide and smile even wider. Dad hadn’t finished shaving his face. His jaw, neck, and chin were smooth and shiny with his recent thick stubble now gone. But, the wide handlebar area that had been still coated in shave cream when I left the bathroom was now the beginning of a dramatically wide and drooping mustache. “Cal, you look like a cattle rustler for God’s sake.” Mom clearly was no fan. “Mikey, whatta you think?” Dad turned his beaming smile at me. “WOW!! I think it looks AWESOME!!! Very cool, Dad!” I was almost squirm- ing in my chair at the table. “See, honey, I look cool!” “Cal, Mikey thinks you single-handedly built the world. Which,” Mom sighed and stepped over to hug my shoulders from above and kiss the top of my head, “is how it should be.” Mom released her hold on me and went into the kichen shaking her head. Grabbing the picnic basket, she lugged it into the dining room as if it weigh- ed a ton and set it on the table before turning to study Dad’s face. She pursed her lips and then rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s your face. I just think you’re too handsome for all that facial hair. But I’ll get used to it, I guess…for as long as you decide t’ keep it.” Her last words were delivered pointedly. “That’s m’ girl!” Dad stepped over and gave Mom’s shoulders a quick hug from behind. I sat glued to the chair, unable to stop staring or wipe the excited smile from my face. Dad raised his eyes to my worshipful face and wagged his thick curving brows at me just once with his smile widening before playfully biting Mom’s shoulder. “Let’s get a move on!” He reached past Mom and grabbed the picnic basket as if it weighed nothing. Blankets and duffel bags with towels and sunscreen were tossed in the back of Dad’s truck along with the picnic basket and an ice chest with drinks. We flew our kites and played in the waves with me in charge of keeping an eye on Katie and Donna. The blue and white kite Mom helped me make the year be- fore rode high in the sky above Katie’s pink Hello Kitty and Donna’s Little Mer- maid kites. It was a long day in the sun. I found myself running frequently to retrieve dropped spools of string when my sisters would screech out in alarm. As their big, brother, I was also in charge of making sure they didn’t get to far from shore when playing in the water. Later, lunch and the hot sun left everyone sleepy. Dad got up and walked to his truck with everyone’s shoes lined up on the low- ered tailgate and returned with a big sun hat for Mom and his old threadbare ball- cap for himself. Sunscreen got re-slathered over us all. Then Mom rolled over on her stomach with the girls nestled on either side of her, her face turned away and the hat set over it. Dad pulled on his cap and sat down to stretch out on his back with his long legs crossed at the ankles. With no more room on the blanket, I sat on the other side of Dad…arms wrap- ped around my knees while I looked out over water shimmering white in the glaring sun. As the sounds of little girls playing, and adults softly talking and laughing went silent replaced with that of a soft breeze and quiet waves rushing to and from the shore…I turned my drowsy head to look at Mom and my sisters, and then Dad. Dad had taken off his shirt and had it balled up in big hands clasped behind his head. I slid my eyes up and down him lying there quietly napping. My prick began filling and stretching out as I took in all that wonderful golden red hair crowding over his skin. I loved that he was pale-skinned. It was as if he gave no thought to getting a tan, and that impression only strength- ened the confident maculine air about him. I liked looking at the thick explosion of darker red hair frothing outward from Dad’s armpits with his arms up and behind his head. That part of his body fascinated and intrigued me, oddly, just as much as his crotch. It just seemed to further underline everything about him that was so ruggedly masculine and ma- ture. My eyes roved slowly down to his chest. Sweat pooled between Dad’s strong pec’s and the center of his stomach. I wanted to trace my fingertips through it and through all the curling hair almost blocking being able to see it. My appreciative gaze stroked down to his long hairy legs in a way I wished I could have done with my hands. The memory of all that thick hair sliding through my fingers and the taut muscle underneath against my palms made my balls tighten and my prick jerk inside my shorts. I rolled my gaze back up him…back up to the place I’d been avoiding. With strong thighs pressed together, big balls and thick lengthy cock made a considerable mound in Dad’s shorts while he slept. The mound flexed and pushed upward in an arching curve. I quickly turned my face up to Dad’s and found he wasn’t asleep. He was qui- etly watching me through half-closed eyes. The low tilt of his cap shadowed his face down to where the new shape to his thick mustache was left standing out hot and sexy in the hot sun. Shadowed as they were, only softly glinting light against the shiny surfaces revealed that those pale eyes were taking in my study of him. I almost missed the subtle wink that accompanied another flex from the mound of his crotch in my peripheral vision. Dad’s lower lip opened and closed quickly, and his chest took in a deep breath. His head turned away and noted Mom and the girls all facing the other way. The arm away from me slipped from behind his head. The thick blunt fingers of his wide hand curled slightly inward and then stroked the hair at the center of his chest and stomach as they grazed just the curling ends. The size of his hand and fingers along with all the thick hair shifting in the sun under his touch left my mouth dry and my breathing tight. That big hand wandered to the waistband of Dad’s shorts. Wide fingers push- ed under and slid inside. Dad uncrossed his legs and cocked one out to the side as I watched the hand inside his shorts grasp the lower third of his cock. His brow furrowed and lips grimaced as he strained to haul his big swelling meat from its tight curving confines. Finally pulling it free from being trapped beneath his big hairy balls, Dad dragged it up the center of his shorts. Nearly four inches of meaty head outlined sharply under thick heavy foreskin sprang into the open along with part of Dad’s hefty shaft. He let out a long exhale of relief while the strain in his face faded quickly away. Dad’s head dropped to the side in my direction. He huffed a partial chuckle with a smile and rolled his eyes as if to say, “Okay, NOW, that feels better.” The smile fell away and his eyes locked on mine. He moved his mouth as if about to say something, but turned his head briefly to look again at Mom and the girls. Both hands reached down to his shorts and he stuffed his thick cock back in- side. But, he didn’t stop there. He jostled and manuevered that cumbersome slab of meat back down and then outside of the left leg of his shorts. Dad rolled over on his side facing me, then bunched the soft material up around the wide base and let his big hair-swathed balls roll out. One hand pointed at mine, and then curved two fingers repeatedly in a beckon- ing motion. I reached over. I curved my hand under four or five inches of head and semi-hard shaft. In the short time before it became fully hard, it felt especially thick and beefy in my hand. I began to squeeze and milk the full firming flesh thrilling in the feel of it filling my hand. I loved feeling Dad’s meat in that state, but it hardened to a full throbbing erection almost immediately. Forgetting Mom and my sisters sleeping two feet from him, I stared at the muscular cock in my hand. I slid my hand back and eased the thick foreskin from the beautifully shaped sloping head and flaring ridge where it met the sturdy shaft. Dad’s body shuddered and his eyes drifted closed momentarily as the thick skin slid over the burgeoning head. I began to notice that the head of his cock seemed to be highly sensitive, and especially izmit anal yapan escort so over having his foreskin drawn back and forth over it. Sensing that, I smoothed that wonderful sheath of thick veiny skin back over the head and toward the tip. Again, Dad shuddered as his eyes dipped closed for a few seconds. I began moving my hand forward and back, dragging Dad’s foresking back and forth over the fat impressive head…Dad’s eyes falling closed and then re-opening with each movement. I loved feeling the strong ridge and the long full slope on every stroke. It wasn’t long before Dad’s breathing sped up silently…his hips flexing forward and back ever so slightly and precum now flowing wetly from the deep gash slicing the middle of his solid cockhead. I heard him take a deep breath and looked up to find his eyes clenched shut. I knew I shouldn’t, but I took one more look at my mother and sisters. Then, I rolled onto my side and across the sand to lock my mouth over the fat slobbering head of Dad’s cock. I threw my tongue across it just as one of Dad’s hands came down to my head in an effort to push me off. I fougnt against it only to feel it stop and fist in my hair. I pulled his rich foreskin up over the head and thrust my tongue inside and under the bottom. Keeping it there, I tightened my wide-stretched lips and force- fully suctioned forward and back over the fat head in the same action I’d used with my hand. Then, it happened. The first belching eruption of thick hot cum heaved across my tongue. My brain caught fire with the force and salty flood of it that spurred me suck the sensitive head of Dad’s cock even faster and harder. More cum roped across my tongue forcing me to begin swallowing all his thick heavy adult seed hungrily. And, I was hungry for it. I was so hungry for it, I reached up before the idea fully formed in my head to pull and squeeze Dad’s big hairy balls for every ounce of his cum they would give me. The fist in my hair tightened painfully further at the same time as Dad’s swollen balls fought my grip in trying to draw up to the base of his cock. Volley after volley of white hot cum flooded and seared the inside of my mouth before sliding thickly down my throat. Over and over the wide head and shaft swelled and flexed in dumping more and more adult male cum into my wildly nursing mouth. Sucking and swallowing, I fed on Dad’s fat cock and hot cum like a starving calf. Just when it seemed his load would never end, the force and volume of it fi- nally began to ease as did the grip of his hand in my hair. Sucking and swallowing the last of Dad’s load with everything I had, I shoved my free hand down my own shorts and jerked my hard prick out. Soaring on the feel and taste of Dad’s huge thick cock now resting drained inside my lips and his cum heavily coating the inside of my mouth, I jerked my prick in speedy demanding strokes until my own load began spewing out and splat- tering the sand in front of me. The more I sucked Dad’s massive meat while the rigid steel became pliable beefy in my mouth, the more cum erupted up from my own prick. There was something in it…something dangerous with the fear of discovery. Something in the fact that Mom and my sisters were right there made sucking the rich spewing cum from Dad’s meaty cock and my own load drenching the sand of the beach only that much more hot and exciting. Knowing that soon Dad would pull his heavy meat from my mouth, I sucked and nursed the big fat beefy head while bathing it in the last of Dad’s load. Dad rolled away and back onto his back, dragging his thick enticing beef from my mouth. With a quiet sigh, an arm was thrown over his eyes while the other slipped inside his shorts to haul Dad’s fat cock and balls back inside its strained con- finement. That hand came back out and reached over to quickly massage the back of my neck affectionately before moving to curl strong fingers into the dense red fur of his sweaty stomac. The hand twitched once, and I knew Dad had drifted into sleep. We stayed several hours after everyone rose from their nap, and it ended up being a great day with the five of us laughing, playing, and enjoying the relaxed time together. It was hard for me, though. I kept looking at Dad, admiring and feeling the rise in my shorts watching the sun play on all that thick curling red hair coating his tall, pale, and muscular body. Running out into the surf or sauntering back to the blankets and truck, Dad’s strong muscles shifted and flexed with each step in ways that left my mouth going dry and a repeated ache heating up the area between my asshole and my balls. From time to time, he would catch me with my eyes roving over him. His thick mustache would widen slightly with a quick half-wink from one eye. After catching me for the third or fourth time, he raised and lowered his eyebrows quickly before announcing he thought he should go put on his jeans. He threw his t-shirt over his shoulder and walked away with a couple quick looks back at me to the side of his truck that blocked the view of him from Mom and my sisters. He took his time sliding his shorts and briefs off, and then stood there with his legs braced apart looking straight at me with pale green eyes shadowed under the bill of his old worn-out baseball cap. One wide hand reached down and sepa- rated Dad’s thick cock from his heavy hairy balls as the other tossed his clothes inside his truck. The hand curved around the hefty fat girth of his beefy bull-dick stroked three or four times until the meaty mass swelled and hung in a low arch out from the unruly thicket of dark-red and gold hair framing all that big meat. His hand left his cock and moved down to trace two fingertips over and across the heavily hooded head, the bulging veins of Dad’s huge dick left it looking even more thick and powerful in the hot sun glaring down upon it. I stared, unable to look away as Dad’s hand left the broad head of his cowled cock. It moved slowly up to his lips as my eyes followed and my body heated from more than the sun. His lips parted and those two fingertips slipped just barely inside. Dad’s lips closed, his mustache and chin moved with the hidden lapping of his tongue. Tall, muscular, coated in thick curling red-gold hair, naked under the blazing sun with only his beat-up baseball cap and t-shirt over his shoulder, tasting his own precum…I felt as if my prick, bent painfully downward in my briefs, was about to explode. Dad’s hand left his mouth and he bent into the truck, his eyes holding mine until the last second. Straightening back up with his jeans in one hand, he shook them out of their folds and bent to pull them on. He shrugged them up wide hairy legs until, star- ing at me again, he pulled the open fly up to cup and shove his big hairy balls and long thick uncut pale cock forward. The dark golden red hair of his balls and crotch framed the wide base of his meat while the pale skin of it stood out stri- kingly against the blue of his jeans. He leaned back into the truck and I stole a quick glance over at Mom who was angled away from me braiding Katie’s hair. When I looked back, Dad had pulled his t-shirt on and was raking his hair back for his cap. Once it was on, he reached down and buttoned only the top button at the waist and began walking toward the end of his truck. Even as I stared in youthful awe over the heavy cock swinging thickly with each step, my mouth dropped in shock and fear that he was going to come out into sight of Mom and my sisters like that. He stopped right at the tailgate, though, and shoved all that hefty male tackle inside before buttoning up and continuing toward us. I watched every step work that long fat cock farther and farther down one pant leg at the same time as Dad’s grin and the thick bushy mustache over it widened into a slow knowing smile. Eventually, tired and drowsy again, we packed up and headed home. Mom said she was going to give the girls their bath and then settle them in for another nap before dinner. Afterward, she planned to take a long hot soak in the bath herself. Dad gave her a kiss on the forehead and told her she deserved it after all her work making the picnic lunch. He said he would unload the truck with me and put everything away. Then, he’d probably just shower in the downstairs bathroom to let her relax in the bath. As we unloaded, we heard the water upstairs run and stop. I felt like I was going to climb right out of my skin working beside him to empty the back of the truck and the cab. Tall and bare-footed, big hands stretching over blankets and handles, thick cock snaking down one leg of his jeans, sweat and stale musk rising from his adult body…it was all making my balls ache and prick strain against its confinement inside my shorts once again. Water ran through the pipes as the girls’ bath was drained and then it begain running again a bit later until Mom’s bath was filled. By that time, we’d finished and gone into the kitchen for a couple of root beers from the fridge. “Shower time, Tiger.” “Yeah.” I turned and headed out of the kitchen, dying to get into the down- stairs bathroom and beat off like crazy. I shut the door, kicked off my shoes, and yanked my shorts and briefs off with lightening speed. Just as I was standing back up, the door opened and Dad slid quietly inside. Closing the door behind him, he stood with feet wide apart and skinnned his t-shirt off replacing his cap back on his head when done. Big hands reached down and popped all of the buttons on his fly open in one swift pull. One reached in- side and struggled a very long, very thick, very hard veiny uncut cock out into the open, and then reached back in to pull out big pendulous hairy balls. I started to drop to my knees with extreme pent up need tensing my entire body, but those big strong hands yanked me up, spun me around, and shoved me bent over the counter top. “No time.” He whispered heatedly as I realized what he meant and saw him reach inside the front pocket of jeans still up and cradling his massive cock and balls. I stared in the mirror as I had on the beach at the striking contrast of all that thick curling auburn hair thatching his heavy balls and the root of Dads big bobbing meat. What he pulled from his pocket was the last of gebze escort stick of butter, about three quarters of an inch, with its waxpaper wrapper folded around it. He unwrapped it and began sliding the cube over his husky cock, coating it in the softening butter. What was left became stroked and slathered over my unprepared hole only seconds before Dad pressed the plum-sized head of his wide meat dead center on my small hole. Even though I knew what was coming, I still wasn’t ready for everything that hit me when he pressed inside. Ice flowed up through my insides at the same time as fire roared across my skin. The thick broad sloping head forced the tight ring of my ass open with no prior manipulation. It hurt. I knew it would. I didn’t care. I wanted him inside me so bad, I would have stood twice the pain. Even as the dull ache poured over me, the feel of Dad’s humongously thick cock slowly forcing its way into my body sent lightning bolts shooting throughout my body and up inside my brain. I gasped and panted, lying lifeless over the counter top while my body bat- tled against the forceful opening of my ass. Burning spread outward from my struggling hole as the pressure of Dad’s big cock increased and the tight ring into my small form stretched slightly wider. I wanted it. God, how I wanted it. But, I began to question if I could take it. Just then, something gave way and the room went white. Dad’s huge cockhead shoved through and his massively thick eleven inches branded a searing path all the way up into me. I shot up from the sink and slammed my shorter smooth body back against Dad’s much taller and hairy one. I was up on the balls of my feet, hands reaching rigidly for my head, the tunnel of my ass gripping, stroking, and convulsing around the white-hot bull meat thrust up into my guts. Big strong hands came down and the calloused pads of thick fingers locked on my nipples, rolling and twisting until I was dancing from foot to foot with too many sensations racing through my body. I could feel Dad’s heartbeat and the blood pumping heavily through the veins of his hard meaty cock while my hole lay wrapped and throbbing around it…pulled tight and thin around Dad’s heavy girth. Thumbs and fingers pulled at my fiery nipples and forced me to bend back for- ward in order to cope with the electricity shooting through me. I looked up as I stretched my arms out numbly for the counter. Dad’s face was impassive, severe, and determined. The force of his expression stopped my breathing. On anyone else, that stark animal expression would have scared the hell out of me. On Dad, it only stoked the fire inside higher. Almost back where I started, Dad jerked his hips back and yanked his long fat monster cock all but the whole way out of me and then shoved back in to the hilt. I bucked up and forward, the heat of Dad’s cock welding it up deep inside me. my prick was pinned against the edge of the counter top and pushed back into my balls. My face landed against the mirror and my heaving breaths fogged a wide circle past my lips. A burning fire raged inside my ass erasing any room in my head for anything but just spinning with the overload taking my body to the edge of comprehension. He pulled back out of me in a demanding retreat that left everything in me overwhelmed by inch after inch of Dad’s huge cock wrenching from my desperately clenching hole. Instead of shoving back inside, he stumbled back two steps taking me with him and braced his legs widely apart. Then, he slammed me back onto him. My hands shot out to grip the side of the sink and counter as fuzzy white dots crowded my vision. It felt like he jammed and compacted every organ inside me with that one savage thrust. My head flopped against my arm for support only to be jerked back up by a- nother ass-wrangling vicious exit from my rigidly taut hole as he pushed me back off his thick bull-cock. This time, he immediately jerked me back on him and then almost brutally thrust me back off. He didn’t stop. I stared back at him in disbelief as he violenty slammed my ass back on him. His jeans still held at his waist, scraping the back of my thighs and ass. The look of him still half-dressed and tearing my ass apart, shoving me off and on him, made something deep inside my stomach twist and roll with a brand new heat. He was now impaling me and then thrusting me back off him with a loud thud everytime my ass was slammed back against him. With no warning, Dad shoved me back forward and yanked his fat cock complete- ly from my ass. My jaw dropped and my eyebrows shot up at the jarring force of the huge head of Dad’s big python-like cock being ripped from inside me. He stepped away and spun the faucet in the bathtub to send water noisily splashing into the tub and covering any sound of him pounding my willing hole. Almost immediately, he was back behind me guiding his hard thick eleven inch bull-meat back against my ass-ring. I saw his head come up from looking down for aim, and I stared into his face. The bill of his cap left the light in the bathroom not quite meeting his eyes. Still, I could see them boring down into mine. His jaw slid slightly left and right, and thick strong fingers dug into my hips. He slammed back into me. Stars filled my eyes and my breath caught in my chest at the sudden mix of both pain and pleasure that jumped up my spine and into my head. His huge beefy cock scored a slicing path back into my much smaller body. He shoved me back off him and pulled his hips away at the same time before jerking me back and slamming himself forward at the same time. “Oh goddddddd…” The words dropped from my lips as my intent to stay quiet fell from me. He began pounding in and out of me, slamming me on and off him like a help- less rag doll. I loved it. I sank into it. Everything became nothing but Dad’s huge cock ramming mercilessly in and out of my viciously ravaged hole. Everything became a blur. Buzzing filled my ears. My distended asshole trem- bled around Dad’s thrusting meat as if his massively thick horse-dick was an over- heated machine slamming deeply forward and back inside me. In my mindless haze, I felt one leg jerked up onto the seat of the commode. Big strong hands left my hips and grabbed at the sides of my ribcage. Dad’s huge cock flew in and out of me, piledriving my insides on each ram- ming thrust…torturing my bruised hole pulled outward with each barbaric retreat. I could feel every inch of him ripping past my quivering hole and thrusting through my insides. I could feel the wide ridge just behind his meaty sloping cockhead stroking the soft tender walls of my ass as Dad’s incredibly thick eleven inches lunged brutally forward and back inside my young body. Opposite feelings crashed over me…being slammed deeply full of huge adult meat, and then emptied raggedly with Dad’s beast of a cock wrenching itself back from within the core of my guts. My entire stomach clenched, hugged, and pulled at the tremendous thrusting male meat while my whole body became one continuous shudder of overwhelmed sensa- tions and emotions. The huge cock pummeling deeply in and savagely out of me was permanently branding not only my body, but my heart and mind as well. My head began a slow roll from shoulder to shoulder with something far away nudging at my brain. Something somewhere deep inside my mind or my body strained to send the knowledge that I was cumming up into my awareness. There was no room inside me for that, though. I was consumed by the feel of Dad’s hugely thick adult cock raking through the depths of my ass like a plunging baseball bat. Throwing me further into Dad’s powerful violation of my exhilirated teen hole was the jarring impact every time Dad’s strong, tall, rugged body pounded his solid hips into the underside of my ass. With my one foot up on the commode, my ass was splayed wide, and every ramming onslaught drove vibrating repercussions up through the top of my head and down to my toes. My ass, spine, and legs rode the shockwaves coursing through me at the same time as everything within me clut- ched and suctioned at the wild battering ram raping my insides. His jean-covered hips were crushing the cheeks of my ass against him when Dad’s big arms wrapped up each side of my chest to grab my shoulders from the front. He used that steely grip to slam me back onto him. He staggered back and carried me with him until he landed back against the wall and door. I looked into the mirror to find his the muscles in his neck and shoulders bulging out, and his Dad’s head thrown back with only the hard line of his jaw and the bottom of the bill of his cap visible. The vise grip on my shoulders pinned me impaled on his cock as his massive fat cock began flexing, jerking, and swelling even wider inside me. Wet heat poured up from his balls and through that fat column of uncut hard flesh to fill my stomach with thick spewing load after thick spewing load. I ground back against him, shoving myself down onto the thick base of Dad’s incredible cock and thrilling in the even wider stretch of my teen asshole as more and more adult cum gushed up inside me. Big hairy arms became steel bands across my chest so that only my twisting and hunching hips, crazed for shoving as much of Dad’s huge bull-meat inside me as possible, had any freedom to move. I clamped my breathless hole on and off his mighty width wildly to coax as much of my father’s cum as possible up the thick eleven inch shaft and into my young worshipping body. I fought his tight grip on my chest to turn my face into the thick sweaty hair curling over his chest while his long fat trouser-meat continued spewing thick white cum into my ass. I stuck my tongue out blindly for a taste of Dad’s salty sweat and came right in contact with a fleshy hardened nub. I took the masculine nipple into my mouth and sucked, tugged, and rolled it. Dad’s chin came down on the top of my head. His body instantly bowed over me. I heard a hiss from between clenched teeth as I continued rolling the sensi- tive nub between my teeth and swirling my tongue rapidly across it. Dad’s hips began hunching in small depth-increasing thrusts while his fat hard cock flooded more and more adult male cum deep into my much younger and smaller body. (To be continued.) 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