Turning A Dad: Part 7 By Damien James Send Emails or Questions to Hitln16@aim.com
Coach Keller shut the door behind him, and locked it.
"Fine boy, you're going to feel what it's 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.
"Ahh," he moaned loudly, as his cheeks clenched around my hand, his large ass muscles fighting against my hand with strength. He tried to pull forward away from my entering finger; his fat cock sliding easily into his son's slobbering mouth, already wet from my face fuck. John gagged on the cock as it entered a little more than halfway. He gasped for air, but continued bobbing quickly like a good slut on Coach's fat cock.
"Come on," I whispered deviously into Coach's ear, rubbing his ass cheek with my free hand, as the other tried to dig further into his tight hole, passed his hard muscles. "You know you want it," I continued, as he loosened up his manly ass slightly. I realized he was beyond the point of return, perfect for me to start owning him.
As his son sucked his dick, standing behind Coach I knelled to get a better look. I spread his fighting ass cheeks, as he turned his head to look at me in confusion, his view distracted by the feeling on his cock. His cunt was hairy like a real man, and never touched or tainted. His cunt twitched, and I couldn't help but stick my rough tongue in-between his crack. The manly coach lost all control, gripping my head roughly, as he gave a loud yell of pleasure. This man, this real man, turned into a total bitch, rubbing his cunt against my face, bending his knees to allow me better access. The ring around his hole pressed out, the lips staying completely shut in tightness, as the perfect muscular ring moved towards me.
John could see his father losing, and in an act of desperation, he bent over the bed sliding back on the fat cock in one quick painful motion. Even fucked he was too tight to take all the length in one fast stroke, but he seemed to love the pain of sitting on a fat cock to the large cum filled hairy balls of a man. I was surprised he thought I was still someone to be bested. I chuckled silently, liking the sweet taste of hairy sweaty man cunt on my lips. I rubbed the bridge of my nose against his ass crack and hole one last time, so I could keep the smell on my face, before standing up.
His son was riding Coach's cock relentlessly, squishing under the wetness and stretch of the fat dick, his hairy balls slapping loudly against his son's smooth taint. As I was now ready to make my move, I had to stop to appreciate this sight. I had fucked John until his bed broke, but he never rode me or moaned the way he was at this moment.
"Daddy...please," he began, his strong athletic body contradicting his slutty need for his dad's dick. "Ahh..." he yelped, as indescribable noises escaped his pursed open lips, his brows furrowed. It wasn't a fast fuck, it was hard but slow, Coach Keller enjoying the feel of his son's raw ass around his dick. Coach Keller's hairy body was sweating, as his strong muscular stomach slapped against his son's back.
"You want me, you fuckin whore," Coach growled, holding his boy's waist as he fucked. John placed his arm behind him, as he brought his father head closer to his face, both gasping. Coach Keller licked his son's face, before spitting across it, as his son held his back arched. I had had enough, so I spit on the tip of my cock, as I pointed it toward the manly hole of Coach Keller. He hardly noticed as I pushed in slowly. The hole collapsed, obviously built for the fuck, but his cheeks clenched tightly. It made it more difficult, but my fat long cock had mastered cunt, and I knew it was going to give into the strength of my dick. I would have taken it slow, but his ass resisted, so I struck in one long pound, as the shaft of my cock entered his hole.
"Ahhhhhh," he moaned, his head falling back, as he gave in to me. I had a train going, Coach Keller in the middle of his son and me. He was intensely enjoying it, and I knew it was time to show him who the real man was. I felt around coach to his son's tight ass falling back on his cock. I lifted him with one hand off his father's cock. He looked at me in surprise and shock, as he fell forward his cunt still open and dripping from where it was once filled.
His cunt was too tight, to keep inside as I placed him on his back in complete submission to me. I still hadn't gone more than half way deep. I removed quickly, turning him around in my animalistic heat, shoving him onto his back, his powerful hairy thighs and calves collapsing. His legs were spread, but his large muscled ass was completely shut, his hole not visible. I entered quickly without giving him a moment to think. He took my dick, just like every slut I ever fucked. He fought until he could no longer hide how good it made him feel to be used. He panted like a whore, gritting his teeth as his hole spread for me unwillingly. "You still think you can steal pussy from me," I laughed in his face harshly, remembering his taking advantage of Jack hole with the football team.
"No," he began panting. "I know why he wouldn't fuck me again now," he said. I laughed cruelly again, loving how I turned Coach out and made him realize who the real man was. "Please fill me, that's all I want now. All I want is your cock filling me," he said in his lowly man voice. His son, still naked lay now on the floor watching us, disgusted by his father's turn into a slut instead of the man breeder, he thought would sperm him only a few minutes ago. Coach turned his head and caught his son looking on his accepting cunt with a mixture of jealously and anguish.
"Get the fuck out of here," he said to his son on the floor.
"I thought you wanted to fuck me," John said back, as I took the distraction to lower my cock in to the base, where my fat ball sac finally smacked against his hairy messy cunt with a loud snap. He moaned, sucking in air quickly, as he took all of me inside him. His dad simply answered by showing his pussy spread further for me. I began to fuck faster banging his large manly body hard, the bed slamming against the wall.
John understood what had happened, and decided to watch us, suddenly becoming more in love with my own cock, even over his fathers. So caught up we were, even I turned my head off of this prize pussy, when the door opened, Coach Keller's wife watching her husband taking not only a cock, but a huge cock while he lay on his back like a whore. Coach was shocked, as he locked the door, which I unlocked when my finger was entering his asshole. She was shocked, and Coach would have shown his own, if I hadn't kept entering his tight wet hairy snatch, pulling out to the head, so I could shove it in again to my balls. Coach did fuck his wife, so I guess she probably was surprised, but she soon left when she realized her husband's legs would stay open until I dropped my load inside him. I held my load for almost an hour, completely exhausting his pussy around me. The entire time I kept his cock free of any kind of stimulation, only his asshole would feel at this moment.
Finally, I couldn't hold my cum in my balls any longer, as they tightened against my taint, my large ball sac tight against my body. I came shot after shot of hot wet juicy sperm inside Coach. I held completely inside for most of my shoots, so that they would completely fill him. I pulled out slowly, letting the cum load stay completely inside him. His hole was wrecked, totally stretched out of its virgin tightness, my cum marking him. He was now my slut.
(Preview to Pt.8)
Mrs. Coach Keller probably wasn't too happy that her husband's fat cock was out of commission. But, he was now only a pussy, and it belonged to me. It started subtly at first, when I would finally go their house after hours of begging from the Coach and his son for my dick. Coach told me his wife wanted my dick jokingly. I've fucked women, but I'd rather force a man to submit to me, women naturally just give in, so I didn't have any desire for her. At some point, the Coach had a party at his house, some football players and his family was there. He was begging me again after only a day without my seed.
Walking in I noticed the immense amount of people present. I walked straight up to Coach, and took hold of his manly shoulders, viewing his son John eyeing him jealously. After I fucked in a pretty good load that I fuck and dumped, and pulled up my pants to leave, buckling up my belt. Opening the door, Coach's wife stood waiting for me.
"I need to talk to you," she said. I eyed her suspiciously, quickly becoming bored. I knew what she would say.
"No offense to you..." I began cockily laughing in her face. "But, I don't want to fuck you".
She looked down at the floor for a moment and said, "No, I know that, but let me show you something". She led me to a room full of family and friends gathered at the house.
"Do you see the boy in the striped shirt," she asked me, nodding her head in his direction. I had noticed him before. He was an older teenager, but still had an immaturity about him. I could tell he had a thin waist, tan skin, and dark blonde hair.
"What about him," I asked.
"Do you like him?" She laughed to herself, thinking herself very clever.
"Get to your fuckin point," I said, as she shocked at the raise in my voice.
She lowered her hand on to my large forearm, pressing it neatly, licking her lips. "I want something first," she said, lowering her other hand to my fat cock, still wet with the juice of her husband's pussy.