Chapter 6 -- FISTING.
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This time I was gonna be the first to fuck him. And now I pushed my cock in with security, sure my hot father and lover wanted it inside him. I learnt then to accelerate the pace and fucked him like a piston and was unconsciously giving him some pain in the ass again. But he told me "do it like that, Jimmy. I love to notice your hot cock pummeling me." I knew then that his ass was like mine and he loved pain in it. So I was plunging my dick deeper wanting to reach his bowels and give him more pleasure, desiring to take him to ecstasy again. He almost screamed in that painful moment and told me "you have a humungous dick, Jimmy, but I hope you know once and for all that I will never say no to your having fun with my ass anyway you choose. I like it painful too. Since you love me, fuck me like this till you cum again inside me." So that's how I fucked my father now, deliberately making it painful for him, giving him the exquisite sensation of noticing his son's cock in his crack again and knowing that love between us could also be expressed with pain. Despite the fact that we had been all day cumming, I could not help but shoot a new load maybe too soon but he told me the time I had been fucking him was enough and I had fucked him twice today, he reminded me, and I had the rest of my life to fuck him once and again. I told him "perfect, Timothy, my love. Now you have to fuck me again and please make it just as painful."
So he started to fuck me again with no inhibitions and going increasingly deeper for I urged him to enter me as deep as he could and I told him "remember, dad, the first time you fucked me it did not hurt me at all and I told you it was a pity for I wanted more pain in my ass but your fisting me stretched my ass so much that it did not hurt me. I love it now. Fortunately I have some pain in my ass again." And he told me "fisting you has made you have a huge hole now and your ass buds are opening up again at every shove of my dick." Now I entreated him to also move his cock from left to right, from right to left again and make my hole a definitively open hole for his cock to fuck me every now and then. So thus he was, fucking me with pain for twenty minutes. I was in no hurry to feel his semen again bathing my ass; meanwhile I was enjoying the pain Timothy's cock was giving me. My father could perfectly see my love in my constant twisting and writhing, my constant spasms and screams of joy, in my contorted face, in the love he could see in my eyes. He said he needed to cum but said that first he would kiss his boyfriend again. And he did cum when he was kissing me. The moisture of his lips locked in mine, the sticky damp of his nectar pouring inside me; all this stickiness accompanied the dew from my eyes, which watered my face in utter happiness. I had to tell him "I love you Timothy" again.
-Could we please have some more sex, my love? I want to blow you again.
-You can, Jimmy, my love. But what if we 69 now? It can be a new hot experience. Not all sex is gonna be anal pleasures.
-Ok, dad, let's 69.
He changed his position so his head could be level with my cock and saying nothing he swallowed it instantly and I did the same with his scrumptious cock that was rubbing my lips, desiring to enter. I perceived instantly that my father's cock was clean now, but I liked it just as much. And he was telling me the same, leaving my cock sometimes to talk to me.
-How well you taste everywhere, Jimmy.
We loved each other so much that we wanted to show it in that first 69 we were having. My lips danced at the same rhythm as his. How good it was to feel you are being blown at the exact moment your mouth is stuffed with a dick too. We moved our tongues with real love and his eyes and mine were pouring down and bathing us with tears of the emotions we were feeling of love, lust, and intense incestuous carnal knowledge. We continued determinedly our pleasant tasks of wanting the other's extreme fun, father and son's sex which has not stopped that day. I couldn't remember how many times we had cum but our balls continued filling in order to give us the last loads that day. And we had to cum. This time I wanted to give my father the gift of being second to cum and knowing his cock well enough now and sure that he was on the verge of a new orgasm I finally shot my last load that day in his mouth, feeling which he came immediately after me and I had a new sample of his tasty juice.
We were not going to have more sex that day but we affectionately touched, kissed and hugged for a couple of hours, all the time talking, expressing our love aloud and both of us constantly saying how happy we would be after now.
-You're all I need, dad. I need no girl now and no other boy but you.
-But you can cheat me, Jimmy and be with more girls and boys. I love you but you're also my son and I want utter happiness for you. Please have sex with whomever you want. I will never get angry or stop loving you for that.
-I will, dad, but I am not jealous either and even if I love you deeply now, I also want that liberty for you. And you can keep Ron, dad.
So kept his lover and Ron, whom I would know one month later, was so open-minded that he even understood his boyfriend's incestuous sex. But for that day we ended. After cumming so many times, we were exhausted and sleep was easy to achieve and so we both slept, cuddled in deep mutual love.
The next day of course we kissed prior to going to breakfast, and after saying each other "I love you" again, we headed to the kitchen. We jerked each other off as we were having our coffees and my father asked me when I would dare fist him.
-On Tuesday it is a holiday, dad and I have no classes. I think I would fist you that day. Would you prefer being fisted in the morning, in the afternoon, at night?
-In the morning. I desperately need to know your fist digging a wider hole in my ass.
With those words we had to cum and we came then. As it would be usual from now on he would eat my cum and I would eat his.
We lived a horny Sunday. We fucked each other as many as five times and we got used to saying with security "I'll fuck you now". And we gave each other as many as six blowjobs, one of them sixty-nine again. We were naked and together all day, always having sex, always uttering our love.
On Monday after classes, I had a new idea and headed to a sex-shop. Something I bought and came home with a big parcel and after affectionately kissing him, I invited my hot father to unwrap it.
-What can it be? You don't have to make me any presents, Jimmy.
-Open it, my love.
He was nervous but could finally see what I had just bought and was moved. It was two big flesh-coloured dildos. Since both our asses were wide enough now we could play with them and I had bought the two biggest dildos I could find, both resembling a dick in its colour.
-Let's play with them, Jimmy --he was immediately exhilarated and told me we could play with them now. I told him I could fuck him with one and he could fuck me with the other. He accepted and I told him to strip first.
Once I saw his impressive nudity again and I was also buck naked, he told me we could lie on the floor. He grabbed one of the dildos and started pushing it into my ass. So I soon started to do the same with the other dildo. We entered them then as deep as we could and being our faces close, we began to kiss and were like this the whole twenty minutes we spent fucking each other with the dildos. It was pornographic to see father and son being fucked at the same time, all the time sure that our asses needed to be periodically filled with cocks or substitutes. We never wanted to lose the love we felt for each other and our love would increase constantly experiencing anal pleasures. No more uncertainties: now we both knew we wanted to spend our entire lives feeling with our asses, even having some pain in them from time to time and fisting would be a constant game we would play so we could have the widest holes in the world and always enjoy incestuous fisting. But now we were playing with the dildos and we could have remained like this for one more hour but my father suddenly said.
-Fucking each other with dildos is also pleasant, but why playing with substitutes any longer when we have the real thing, two long cocks that cannot be harder now? Ok, Jimmy, remain in that position. I will fuck you now.
He removed the dildo and attacked my crack again with his massive dick. I was glad the dildos had just been foreplay, enough to drive him crazy with lust to fuck me again with his very cock. And in came my father's manhood again and I was turning wild with desire to feel inside me the cock of the man I loved, my sweet father Timothy Ferrier. He was really stoked fucking his son and now I finally perceived he had no more fears and after now we could enjoy each other sexually every day of our lives. He kissed his incestuous son's mouth with happiness and touched me constantly, even jacked me off, for even if he was sure that I would fuck him later, he was sure I could cum and cum as often as I desired and wanted to make me spill a first load that day before I fucked him.
-There goes the seed of my love for you again, Jimmy, ahhhggg. --And I came after him.
-Of course I will fuck you now, my love. It is your turn now to lie on the floor.
Every time I fucked my father, I began to cry, but it was out of real emotion, out of real love, and he knew it well and let my cry, so with my mouth stuck to his, I yelled my pleasure as I fucked him. He told me it was also a hot experience to feel me yelling inside his mouth and he was savouring my perfect breath as I kissed him and expressed my love like that. My dick was burning but I could hold my orgasm for long in order to give him a good long love fuck. I was so happy knowing he was having as much fun as I was having, for he wanted his ass always occupied by his son's cock, all his life, over and over again. We started sweating again and the rhythm of our sweat dripping down my chest and down his back made us scream with pleasure. We rubbed our skins wanting to be bathed in each other's perfumed sweat. We not only experienced fun with our asses or dicks, also with our mouths and even our noses. If love has a perfume, it must be the smell of sweat of the man you love. After fucking him for half an hour I told him I was finally cumming and he asked me to fill him again. I did cum, making the interior of my father's ass a wet garden one more time.
At night we played with the dildos again and again we fucked each other. Then we had dinner and went to bed where we repeated everything and had a long battle again of two boys in love till we fell asleep. When we finally woke up we had breakfast jacking each other off again, my father really horny awaiting my fist in his ass. He reminded me I had promised to fist him today and said.
-Come on, Jimmy, my love, fist me now please.
As I wanted to make his first time of being incestuously fisted exquisite for him, I told him I would be long and wanted him to be telling me all the time whether I had learnt well enough remembering the time he had fisted me. I soon stuck my right little finger. He told me I could be slow but wanted to be finger-fucked with two fingers now and I also stuck my ring finger in. I was elated touching the shit he had now, for he had not taken a dump yet. Touching shit reminded me that yesterday we had also played with puke and it was a heavenly substance I told my father I wanted to often taste. We had also played with gob and snot. Snot was yummy and it was almost the substance I preferred. We had been all day pissing in each other's mouth, reveling in that hot liquid. But both of us preferred shit and farts, everything related to our asses drove us crazy. We know we could not eat shit every day but we would often fist each other and at least we could touch shit. But in what we really lost our senses was in sweat, touching, slurping or drinking it. We had agreed not to have many showers so the smell of our sweat could keep on driving us crazy. All this I was thinking till I finally dared push my middle finger too. Of course I was fisting him with my right hand.
Moving my fingers also from left to right and then from right to left I knew I was giving my love a lot more pleasure. He told me he was feeling pain but that was what he enjoyed more in being fisted, and asked me to give him more pain and I dared stick in now my forefinger. I love you, he told me once and again and told me I was doing it perfectly and after a quarter of an hour I pushed my thumb in too and he cried of pain but urged me to go on like that for a good long while before my hand shaped a fist.
-I could never dream that one day I would be fisted by my own son, but thank you, Jimmy, fisting and incest is great. Oh how I love you and how many things we have lived so far.
-I love you too, Timothy. I'm glad I can be pleasing your ass again.
Now my hand really started to be shaped as a fist. I knew now that being fisted by his son was the utmost fun he had ever had when fisted. It was incest what we had both started to crave and this game would last for years, we were sure. So I was inside his ass with my fist for a good while but I also wanted to gift him two cums as the day when he fist-fucked me. And in fact he told me he was cumming. I saw him busting a big load as my fist continued to be in his intestines.
-Thank you, Jimmy. Oh be inside me for as long as you want now.
I think I was for almost an hour fisting him in no hurry, the motions of my fist the same as I had done with my cock so often inside him, taking my fist out and entering him to the depths of his guts in a single shove, then moving it around his crack in circles and hearing him moan and scream of pain. I knew this little torture was the feeling he wanted to feel and as I was sure now that I had learnt, I told my father then that we could be fisting each other all our lives. I beseeched him to fist me again on Saturday and he said ok if I fisted him again on Sunday. We could take advantage of weekends to fist each other. I continued inside his sexy ass driving him crazy with both the pain and the fun I was giving him and now we had reached a new agreement to be experiencing anal pleasures for life. On Weekdays we also had the dildos and of course our very cocks. But at weekends we would have our fists as I had my fist inside him now. I also wanted to give him a long fist-fucking experience and my father told me that when I took my fist out he also wanted the biggest pain I could give him and take my fist out suddenly and painfully. I asked him whether he would like it now and he told me.
-You have been fisting me for almost an hour, my love. You can do it now.
And finally I withdrew my fist from his ass in a sudden and quick movement, noticing my fist was also coated in shit that of course I would eat now. But I heard him screaming in that moment, assuring me he had never felt such pain in his life but cumming in waterfalls of cum. I was about to apologize for having given him such pain, but seeing his longest cum so far as his cute faced changed in a grimace of delirium as his sexy naked body writhed and twisted, made me remain silent and devote myself to watching him in that long cum. After enjoying his long ejaculation, he came to my lips and kissed me saying thank you, oh thank you, my love. You have really learnt and now I want you to fist me every weekend. I devoted some minutes to greedily smell first and then taste the shit he had left on my fist and Timothy looked at me knowing we were a father and a son, but also twins. We had twin asses, twin long dicks, twin noses, twin mouths which enjoyed all products, twin loves.
The rest of the day was horny father and son sex concluding with our habitual love battle in bed. For a month it was always like this, always incestuous and constant sex, investigating mostly with our asses, with continuous fucking and fisting each other on weekends but also having other kinds of sex.
But a month later my father introduced me to Ron. He was a very attractive guy and I knew well enough by now I liked other boys too. And he was such an open-minded guy that he soon knew of our incestuous lives but laughed, hugged us and congratulated us. We also wanted to have sex with him and that very day he fucked us both and both of us fucked him too. And soon he was fisting us and my father and I began to also fist Ron. Some days he has even come into our bed and the three of us have slept together.
-I do not want to lose you, Tim. Now I know of your secret life I like you even more --Ron said one day.
Knowing I also liked that hot open-minded guy my father talked to me and now we had decided to make Ron our lover. So now we are a couple and both of us have a lover, with whom we often have sex.
I'm 34 now and ten years later my father and I are still a couple, deep in love. We cheat each other often, with both girls and boys, always having our permanent lover, Ron, who prefers not to have a boyfriend and still be the third one in our relationship. Timothy Ferrier and I will never lose our love and we will always live having anal pleasures or other kinds of sex, continuously having sex and always horny.