Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Falling for Dad's Slut Ch. 05

... surroundings of his back entrance, but I don't insert anything more than the tips of two of my fingers.

"Are you good, Stella?" I ask him.

"Yup."

"Turn around, sweetheart. Please."

He obliges. I pour a ton of liquid soap on my hand and start working his butthole slowly. He pulls it open for me with his hands, though it's mostly something of feeling sexy, not necessity. I turn my held together fingers as I enter and push them ever deeper. He is as easy as ever and enters like -- what was the word he once used -- a highway. I get my hand to the thumb in his ass and feel his insides. It's warm, it's roomy and it feels damn good. Everybody who's done this knows what I'm talking about, those that haven't -- get on it. I wiggle my fingers and explore the base of his gut. Damn, I can fit a lot in there. This stuff turns me on like crazy. My dick gets very hard. Stella reaches back with his hand and gently grabs my balls.

I pull my hand out of his ass and lay him on the shower floor -- knees, shoulders and face on the tiles covered in hot running water. I pour another large helping of soap on his hole and follow with my hand, turning and bringing my fingers down.

"Oh, this is bad," he moans from a world entirely of his own. "This is very bad." He puts an arm between his legs and locks my hand in place with his. "Mother fucker..." he whispers not at me, but at his pitiful state.

I turn him over, butt on the floor, back resting on the wall. I want to see his face ...

... while I do this to him. I shove my hand back in his butt and watch amused as he makes pathetic little faces.You're not much of a man, are you now, Stella? I press my fingers up and trace their path on his raised stomach. He pisses mindlessly on my wrist, then locks it back in place with his hand.

When I've had my fill, I drag him dripping wet out of the shower, half crawling, half crouching, to the bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed and lay Stella on her knees in front of me. He starts kissing my feet and really takes his time with it -- sucking my toes, licking the inside of my foot arches. The thing he's doing -- whatever it is -- doesn't do much for me, but he's very cute doing it and seems to pour his heart into it. It wouldn't do to stop him. When he moves, he goes fast over my calves, and slower over my thighs, which he covers with kisses. My very hard dick is right in front of him, and he grabs it, as if to anchor himself.

He licks my balls and sucks the tip of my cock and he has a good time while at it. Finally, he orders me "Raise your legs, lover," his entire face smiling. I can't say no to such a happy boy and I do as he commands. He eats my ass really well, with much energy and determination, holding firmly onto my legs and pushing his face in my butt. I don't mind at all what he is doing, though at the same time, being eaten like this is not my most manly idea of having sex. I try lowering my legs to recover him, but I get beaten back angrily.

"I'm not ...