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