Turning A Dad: Part 6 By Damien James Send Emails or Questions to Hitln16@aim.com
When I left the room, I heard loud moaning down stairs in Coach's living room. I figured Jack wanted another round, but it seemed too loud to be him. I hurried to the living room, catching a glimpse of a tall boy about Jack's age, shoving his cock into a fat ass, the sweat dripping from his smooth tan body. I made my way closer, seeing the Coach with his cock in hand, as Jack had all his holes filled with bare boy cock, cum load after cum load of hot spunk dripping of his cunt and all down his face. I couldn't believe it.
We left immediately; I could hardly hold my anger inside myself. Coach Keller had tried to best me. That was ok; I had plenty of ideas and had only to pick one. Mark met us at the door, hoping I had some cum left to fill him up. His pussy was going dry ever since I started getting it in with his son. Jack and I went to bathroom, where I made him pull down his pants.
"Push it the fuck out," I yelled. He tried telling me that only Coach Keller and the other football player Anthony had fucked his cunt. I didn't believe the whore, so I made him prove it.
"I'm trying, it's been sitting though. It's too far inside me", he said. Again, I didn't believe him. I made him spread his legs, while he sat on the toilet seat. I lifted his balls to look at his smooth wet taint and pussy. I pushed my large finger inside him, as his body buckled under the pressure giving in to his moaning. I could tell he wanted to keep the loads in, but could not with the feeling of my warm hard man finger inside him. His hole had gained back tightness, but still felt loosed with the amount of sperm filling his insides. Soon, large shots of cum started pouring out copiously wet sticky seed. The warm cum kept coming load after load from his quivering pussy. It was not just two loads. Even if Coach Keller and Anthony shot more than I did, which I knew they didn't, it would not have filled him up this much.
"You are such a fucking whore," I growled as he started riding my fingers with his messy wet cunt, creating a thick wet mess on my entire hand.
"I know dad, I'm sorry but it felt so good," he said panting, his eyes closed and his square jaw falling open.
"Don't call me dad anymore. You want to get fucked by the football team, then you don't deserve my cock," I said, I fingers motionless under his busy cunt.
"I don't mean it like that," he sighed, stopping to insert another one of my large fingers. "You know no one can fuck me like you. I only need your cock to fill me up, you're my dad, but Coach Keller told me you wanted me to have fun".
"I do, but...," I began losing my train of thought. It was over, and his hole was already filled. He wanted me to know that it still belonged to me, so I'd have to let it go. Besides, I could not blame those young manly jocks wanting to fill his hole with everything they could. "Fine, but don't fuck anyone else without asking me first," I said smiling, as another load of thick spunk spilled out of his cunt.
We left the bathroom, and headed for the bedroom, Mark following close behind. He had walked around the house in various states of undress trying to turn me on for weeks. I felt bad sometimes, and made Jack push out a load I could stick inside his old man. Mark didn't care, as long as my seed was inside him. I told Mark what happened, not that I needed to, he was just a whore anyway. He seemed surprised, but I suppose didn't know what to think.
"I'm going back tomorrow," I said. They looked at me surprised. "John wants my cock real bad, he told me to come any time to use his fresh hole. He said his parents will just have to deal with it," I said. "Why are you surprised, you've both felt my cock inside you".
"His mom won't care that your fucking her son," Jack asked.
"Like I said, John doesn't care, and you know I don't give a fuck. I'll fuck his cunt on his parent's bed".
That night, as the hours went by, even more cum fell from Jack's pussy. I can't lie that I liked seeing the cunt I owned used by all those jocks. Maybe, once I owned John's cunt completely I'd let him whore out to the football team.
That morning I woke up to father and son feeling up my cock, hoping to collect my fresh seed. I held them back; this load was saved for later. I drove Jack to school, his cunt rocking back and forth on my hand as I drove. I loved the smell of fresh cunt on my fingers. I saw Coach Keller when I dropped him off.
"You better not let anyone inside that cunt, you fuckin whore. If you do I'll start fucking your father again," I said.
"I told you I'm sorry. I swear I won't. It belongs to you," Jack said pulling up his pants over his fat ass.
After work, before heading home, I stopped at Coach Keller's house. John answered the door in sweat pants, and almost bent over when he saw me.
"I'm really wet," he said licking his lips.
"You better be, you fucking slut," I said unbuckling my pants.
"My parents won't be home for a few minutes. We should go to my room," he said.
"I think I'll take that pussy right here," I growled pulling him by his tight waist.
"If you have to. Can we please go to my room though," he asked as I spit on my fingers, and then rubbed them into his tight moist pussy.
"Fine. Hurry the fuck up, whore," I yelled. He hurried his muscular ass up the steps, his crack hanging out of his pants. Once in his room, I lay him on his back, cunt completely submitting to me, like the whore I knew he was, ready for my huge cock. I hardly had my thick rock hard head inside his twitching pussy when we heard his parents come home. I didn't care. As he began to yell, I fucked harder like I knew he liked. The bed began banging against the floor and his wall. The whole room seemed to shake, as I dug my way inside.
I hit my fist hard on the wall, as he gasped and tightened his cunt around my cock. There was a huge hole in the wall, as the debris fell around his bed. The creaking was getting louder, with each passionate scream the boy let go. He was egging me on. His cunt was virgin, but he wanted no mercy. He wanted me to force my cock in hard and fast. I heard the door open behind me, as Coach Keller looked in on his whore of a son taking my cock deep like a complete slut for me. His wife stood next to him.
I kept banging they're son, and they quickly shut they're door as John said, "Oh you own that fucking pussy. Fuck me harder".
"I will, you fucking slut. I knew you wanted cock up that juicy cunt of yours".
"Oh god, fuck me dad," John yelled.
"I am your dad now. That pussy of a father you have can't even take this fucking hole like a real man. I'll own this shit by the time I let you take my load," I said harshly into his ear.
"Please be my dad. I want your cum inside me so bad. Knock me up daddy," he screamed, as his parents stood in the room next to us. His bed completely broke, as the bottom fell out from under him, giving me the perfect position to implant my sperm. His asshole was up toward the sky, as I fucked in, my big man body hitting up against his. My big balls were getting tight, hitting against my pussy boy's taint. I gripped his hair, as I began to unload relentlessly. His cunt made way, as load after load of hot cum filled his insides.
"Ahhh...Fill me," he yelled. It took a few minutes to dump in my entire load, but he eventually got every drop of a real man inside him. I pulled up my pants, ready to leave the gaping whore, who was now completely tired out. He lay sprawled his cunt open and filled with a man's cum. I left his room and headed down the steps. His parents sat on a couch in silence. I don't know what they were doing, because I didn't care to look. They probably hated that their virgin boy's hole was 18 years old, and could be owned by a real man if it wanted to be.
The next day Jack came home, and told me Coach Keller had tried to fuck him again, but that he told him straight, that it belonged to me. I was proud of him. Coach Keller was now a complete bitch to me, just like his son. Over the next week, I came and went as I wanted at Coach Keller's house. Sometimes his parents were home, sometimes not. Either way, I'd use their sons warm tight pussy, fuck and dump, then leave. I loved the coach knowing that I was only using his son as my personal cum dump, and he loved it like the whore he was.
(Preview to Part 7)
The next time I went to fuck John, I decided to take him into his parents bed. His own bed was now completely destroyed from the fucking his pussy took. Coach Keller saw us entering his room from down stairs. I dropped my pants, and shoved his sons face into my sweat crack. He lapped at my hole like a slut. Coach Keller came into the room, as his sons face was stuffed into my asshole.
"I don't know if I can take anymore of this," he said. "I regret the day I met," he said pointing to me.
I pointed to myself, surprised. "You asked me for Jack though," I said, pushing my hairy taint flat onto his sons face, as it rubbed across his whorey face.
"I know, it my fault. But I just can't let this go on any longer," he began getting weaker, as I sat on his bed, my hairy sweaty spit covered man asshole ran along his covers. His son spit real nice onto my fat cock, as I pulled down his sweat pants, releasing his cunt for his father to view. My fingers slowly running along the tight pink hole.
"Why don't you fuck this, Keller," I said egging him on. His son spread his hole further apart, the little pussy twitching under my hard fingers. He stood dumbfounded, seeming to way his options. "Don't be scared about measuring up to me. He wants your dad cock Keller. I can't imagine why, but he wants the seed that made him. He wants it bad too," I said. John laughed knowing I was right, and he spread his cunt lips apart further.
Coach Keller shut the door behind him, and locked it.
"Fine boy, you're going to feel what its like to really be your dad's pussy," he said slowly removing his hard fat cock from his pants. "But you have to be quiet. Your mom's downstairs," he whispered shoving his son's greedy mouth in his chest hair down to his bushy sweaty pubes. As his son began to wet his father's cock, I made my way behind Keller. He seemed confused, but caught up in his sons tight little mouth wrapped around his cock, he hardly noticed as I stuck a large spit covered finger into his hairy ass up to the knuckle.