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