Initiation - Father - First Night - Sex Stories

Initiation - Father - First Night

... there naked from the waist down. I pulled the finger out of my mouth, dripping with saliva, and reached around to my hole, where it slid in with practiced ease, both knuckles disappearing inside without a problem. I felt the finger enter me, and my cock immediately began to soften like I was only good for taking cock, not giving it, but I still tugged on it anyway, knowing from experience I'll still enjoy it and cum just fine.

I rub at my prostate, eyes closing in pleasure. I don't need to see my father with my eyes anymore, I see him in my mind, every perfect piece of his body as he pleasures his hole and cock. Still, I take peeks, just to make sure he's still doing the same thing as he was before. When he takes his finger out of his hole, I find myself disappointed, but my cock stirs futilely as I watch him stick it, and his middle finger, back in his mouth. He cleaned his ass off his finger and wet both of them in the process, then his hand returned to his ass and I saw both fingers disappear in-between his cheeks and go deeper as they entered his ass.

Not one to be outdone by my own father -- owning several dildos now, including a big, black mamba that was as thick as my wrist, my hole was a well-seasoned slut at being stretched, except in the case of real cock -- I pulled my finger out of my ass, sticking it in my mouth with my middle finger. The faint salt taste of sweat and the always-weird taste of my own saliva entered my mouth. I sucked on my fingers ...

... greedily, not realising how much noise I was making in the progress. My eyes were closed again. With a pop, I pulled both fingers out of my mouth and reached back around. I could feel my hole lightly stretching to accommodate the second finger, then loosen up like it was sentient and knew it was time to be fucked. I dug around in my ass like I was searching for lost treasure, making that come hither motion against my prostate, my toes curling and flexing as I lost myself to the sensation of my prostate being stimulated with one hand, as I jerked off my flaccid dripping cock with the other.

I felt my orgasm approaching, keeping my fingers in my ass until the last second, when I was about to bust. I pulled them about, cupping my hand in front of my cock as I shot one of the biggest loads I ever shot into my hand. Rope after rope I emptied into it, sweat breaking out on my skin from the intense waves of the orgasm. My eyes were squeezed shut, and I didn't dare breathe until it was over. I felt my cock spurt one last time, a large mass of thick, warm gooey mess sitting in my hand, and opened my eyes.

Shit.

The door was fully opened, with my Dad standing there in front of me, a towel wrapped around his waist, and there I stood, shorts on the ground, flaccid, inferior cock -- it'd be inaccurate to say it was dangling -- with a drop of cum oozing out of the head, trying to stand at attention, hand full of the massive milky load it had just spent right in front of him. I felt myself ...