Initiation - Father - First Night - Sex Stories

Initiation - Father - First Night

... Your mother doesn't dig around in there nearly often enough." My Dad breathed out, rocking slightly on my face, trying to drive my tongue deeper inside himself. I did my best, feeling his hole open up to my tongue, getting easier to push through and properly tongue-fuck my father's hole. I wondered if my mum was going to hear about this, or if it was going to be our dirty little secret. I delighted in fantasies of my father sneaking into my room after fucking my mother, shoving his - wet and slick with my mother's juices - cock into my mouth, where I can taste the combination that created me and my siblings. I'll gladly take care of his asshole for him when Mum won't, worshiping it with my tongue whenever he wanted me to.

My cock was so hard, and so sensitive that it felt like if I touched it, I would surely cum again immediately. So, I held myself at bay, and refused to go near my cock that so desperately needed release. Instead, I satisfied myself with jerking my father's cock. Even flaccid and spent, it was bigger than my own fully erect. It was hard to believe I came from this, that my own subpar wood was descended from this impressive meat in my hand. After a few minutes, I felt the cock hardening and growing in my hand, and knew that shortly, if my wish was granted, that hard cock would be buried inside my asshole, rearranging my insides and leaving me in the peak of elation.

"You've done good, son." Dad says, patting the top of my head like I was a good, ...

... obedient dog. I felt demeaned by it, but as I was learning, I liked the humiliation. Dad got off me and stood up at the edge of the bed. He pulled me to the edge like I weigh nothing, making me aware of just how weak I am compared to a real man like my father. I felt secure and protected, though, knowing that he would look after me.

He slapped his cock against mine, holding them up against each other, and shrugged his head. "I don't know how that came from this!" He commented on my size. I blushed, reaching down and covering up my embarrassing member from sight. My Dad knocked my hand aside, and growled. "Leave it exposed. A good little faggot takes pleasure in his inferiority."

"Yes, Daddy." I meekly reply. He pulls my legs apart, exposing my asshole that demanded to be filled with throbbing meat, but not just any meat. My Daddy's cock. I can still feel the cum covering my hole, and then I feel the sensation of something large and warm waiting at the entrance, rubbing itself in my semen, preparing to enter where no one had entered before.

"Fuck me like you fuck mum." I beg him.

"You say the right kind of dirty shit, son. Who taught you to be so depraved?" He asked as he obeyed me for once, and pushed his cock against my asshole.

I felt his cock meet resistance; my untouched asshole had tightened up in the period of when I opened up my fathers with my tongue. I relaxed, willing my hole to open up and accept the gift so willingly given, that was so required. His cock ...