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