*Standard disclaimers apply. This story and its characters are fictional (although loosely based on some role playing with a hot Dad from my past.) It is sexual in nature, with an incestuous and kinky theme. If this is offensive to you, please do not read further. If you are under legal age to read this material or you live in an area where this is illegal, please do not read further. All characters are of consenting legal age.
If you are uninitiated, read Part I: LESSONS FROM MY FISTING DAD before proceeding. The following chapter continues the former. Comments are appreciated - RedRt@hotmail.com
MORE LESSONS FROM MY FISTING DAD
The bond between Dad and I has been strengthened over the last several months.
Dad and I are bonded in the most intimate, personal connection. My ass. His fist. I can't begin to explain the level, the depth, the layers of meaning this connection has forged between us. We are one - his fist in my boy cunt, his forearm fucking my stretching Boy pussy. The physical connection of him inside me has created this invisible strand between us. I am only grateful that he caught me during that one fateful day that has brought us to this state.
That very first experience was memorable. It was also very fortunate that I just happened to be very clean - inside me that is. Little did I realize what real assplay is about. It is not merely the physical actions of fist meeting anus. It is not only about the connection and communication between Dad and his Boy. It is not just about Trust (with a capital T - at that). But very important - it is critical - that Boy understand how to prepare. Preparation equals cleanliness. Cleanliness is not inherent. Boy requires lessons. Thank God that Dad is a patient and very willing Teacher.
After that initial experience with Dad that began our relationship, my ass was so hungry and needing of Dad's fist, arm, connection, touch. The next day, my hole was so hungry, so wild for Dad's attention that I couldn't wait for him to get home from a long day out on the road.
I undressed. Knowing that Dad would get home within the hour, I decided to get my hungry, Boy pussy ready. I put on a video from Dad's collection (now out on full display; no need to hide in shoeboxes in the closet at this stage!). I popped in REAR END ALIGNMENT in the video player and hit PLAY. The tape was somewhere near the end, some hot dude with a huge, hard dick getting fisted on the back of a pickup truck! Man was it hot! His hole was just so fucking hungry! And the top - what a fucking hot DAD!!!! I was instantly hard. I selected one of Dad's various toys (quite a collection, I may add). It was about 9 inches long, about 3-4 inches in girth. I selected this dildo as it most resembled my Dad's hot cock. With a towel under me, I dug into the can of Crisco, smeared it on my ass, smeared it inside my hole, smeared it on the toy. SHIT! On screen the hot, hard-dicked bottom was sitting - FUCKING SITTING - up and down on his Dad's arm supported on the bed of the pickup truck. His hole was just going up and down on the clenched fist. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! I took that now familiar vitamin bottle (stuffed with cotton balls with a generous pouring of poppers), shook it a few times, unscrewed it and took a deep, deep whiff. It hit me immediately. My hole took over my head: FEED ME it commanded. I inserted the toy into my inviting hole. In it went. No restraint. No complaint. No pain. I took a deep breath, my head rolling back on the pillow. I inserted the rubber dick further into my ass, my second sphincter completely willing and open. In it went all the way to the base (I was impressing myself). Then I pulled out. Halfway. Then in - completely. On screen the arm was in, was out. I mimicked this with the toy. Then suddenly, oops, what the fuck? FUNKY!!!! SHIT!!!! Like, oh shit. REAL shit.
Oops.
What the fuck? I said to myself. Damn. What a fucking buzzkill. The towel is stained. My dick is now limp. Poppers whiff wasted.
WHAT'S MY FUCKING BOY UP TO HERE?!? Dad exclaims, his one thick arm leaning against the bedroom doorway, the other hand, feeling his visible bulge on his faded, tight denim.
"Oh shit, Dad," I replied, somewhat embarrassed again," I just thought I'd get ready for you before you got home." I pulled the toy out; it was covered in bits of my shit. " I guess I wasn't really READY like last time we played." Dad just stood there, smirking, rubbing his crotch. "I'm SORRY Dad!" I felt at a loss, defeated, disappointed with myself. "I really want to please you tonight but guess we can't really play..."
"Boy, let me teach you another lesson..." Dad moved over to the bed, sat down, and with one arm grabbed me and pulled me forward, planted a deep, wet kiss into my mouth - and with the other hand, dipped it into the can of Crisco and started fingering my dirty hole. First it was two fingers (I had graduated beyond the one-finger-initiation), then quickly three. After much tongue action, he pulled away. I immediately missed the roughness of his trimmed beard rubbing against my face. "Give me a hit," he commanded and I instinctively knew what he meant. I grabbed the vitamin bottle, shook it, unscrewed it, held it under his nose with one hand and pinched one of his nostrils with the other hand as he took a deep inhale - first with the left nostril, then the right. Then I did the same for myself. Tongues started doing another dance, while his fingers did a corresponding movement in my Boy hole. He added another digit so now it was four fingers. He moved it in slowly, then out, then in, all in this simple, time-sensitive dance. And then suddenly, he pulled all the way out, his hand smeared with pieces of my shit.
"Time for your lesson..." he wiped his hand on the towel under me, then with a corner of the towel, wiped my hungry, loose, open hole. He handed over the can of Crisco and the tube of Eros beside me and instructed me to bring it with us. He stood up and with one hand holding mine, his other hand grabbing the poppers vitamin bottle. Dad then lead me out of the bedroom into the master bathroom.
On the screen, hot bottom was coming while the screen went blue....
We entered the bathroom. "Sit," Dad commanded. I did as I was told. Dad walked over to the sink and washed his hands thoroughly. "Boy - I'm gonna teach you a Lesson when it comes to assplay. Always, always, always...," he lathered, "...be C L E A N ."
Dad dried his hands, unlaced his work boots and kicked them out to the hallway, and stipped out of his jeans (he doesn't wear underwear, only a very stained, yellowed jock). He kept his white t-shirt on, he likes them one size small so they cling to his upper torso like a second skin. His nipples were hard, forming little mountains on his t-shirt. "Take it," he commanded again, unscrewing the poppers bottle and holding it under my nose. "Now take a DEEP breath", he added, now he was holding the bottle under his nostrils, " and PUSH." I did as I was told. The poppers opened up my hole, made me fucking horny but also made me realize I really needed to release what was inside my hungry hole.
Without warning, Dad pulled his hot, throbbing cock out of the jock, pulling the stained cotton to one side, one of his huge balls hanging out, the other nestled in the material forming an impressive bulge. He thrusted the hard, Daddy dick into my face and made me gag with his immediacy. I started sucking that breeding tool, knowing full well that I was the spawn of it's existence. Meanwhile I couldn't help taking a dump and at first, I thought, what the fuck...this is so NASTY, yet the scene, the fact it was my fucking Dad!!!!, the poppers, the smell of his jock against my face also made it so fucking H O T . I sucked and sucked, hungry like an impoverished child, wanting more of my Dad inside my mouth. After several minutes I realized I was done on the seat, and Dad (being the experienced teacher that he was) caught on also.
"Okay Boy," he pulled out of my mouth, "wipe up, flush that, and get over to the shower."
I obeyed.
"Turn on the hot and cold until it is lukewarm," he instructed. I bent over and followed my Dad's instructions. Meanwhile, Dad pulled out from a drawer under the sink, a coiled, silver apparatus with a narrow tube-like end with little dot slits on the curved head. He screwed this onto a section of the showerhead pipe, then grabbed the tube of Eros lube, squeezed a few drops onto the tube end, smeared it all around, then turned some lever by the showerhead and magically, the water switched from the showerhead to the end of the coiled metallic pipe. "How is this?" he asked, aiming the spray of hot water on my naked ass.
"It's too hot," I moaned.
"Then ADJUST it Boy!" he yelled at me. I did as I was told while Dad continued aiming the spray of water on my ass. He aimed the shower shot (I realized later this was what it was called) around my ass, aiming at the top of my cheeks, on the left, on the right, then on the center so the water cascaded all over my ass cheeks. He kept it extra longer on the middle ridge separating my cheeks, the hot water adjusting to a warm feel as it poured, leaked and teased my now, hungrier hole. "Oh...." I moaned, slowly. "That feels much better."
'Boy - take a hit," he commanded, firmly. I did as I was told as he held the bottle under my nostrils. He did the same. "Bend over," he added, " and whatever you do - DO NOT expel the tube or the water until I T E L L you to!" He was almost shouting now, almost angry. "Do you understand Boy!?!" He greased my hole with Eros lube on his fingers.
"Yes, Dad," I was trembling from excitement.
I felt the warm sensation of the water aiming now at my hole, at the center, at the opening. Suddenly there was an assault of this metallic object; it was invading, like the feel of two of my Dad's thick fingers. And yet it was warm, inviting, pleasant, needed. The water sprayed all over as it hit my asshole, then without even much thought, the spray disappeared as the shower shot tube sunk deep into my Boy cunt without complaint.
OH MY GOD.
The sensation of the sudden rush of warm liquid gushing into my ass canal was incredible. I had no idea it would be like this. It felt warm, relaxing, soothing, pleasant. I gasped, mouth open, eyes closed. " DO NOT let this go!" Dad exclaimed.
I did as I was told. I stood there, bent over, still shaking, this coil extending out of my ass, like some metallic mutant tail. Dad started fucking the tube in and out of my hole, pulling out slowly almost to the tip, just a hint out so that water sprayed on my cheeks, but then he would suddenly plunge it in again, filling me with more of its warm relaxing liquid. Inside me I could feel a filling sensation, like my stomach was enlarging, like a feeling of eating too much except it was more instantaneous. With his free greased, lubed hand, Dad massaged my ass cheeks. Then he would lightly rub my outer cunt lips as the tube fucked in and out. I moaned further.
Dad slowly pulled out the shower shot and wrapped the coil around the faucet handles, the water continuing to spray downward against the shower/tub walls.
"Now, hold it in," Dad explained calmly, " and get your hot Boy ass back on that seat."
I did as I was told. As I stood straight and moved, the pressure of the warm water inside me became immense, like I wanted to take a shit immediately! But I couldn't. I had to be a good Boy. I had to obey Dad.
"DO NOT release that Boy!" Dad was shouting again, now standing in front of me, his huge, shaving-can-thick-nine-incher, aiming at my mouth. "Now when I say GO, you release that water, but you do it FUCKING SLOW -YOU HEAR ME!?!" Before I could even reply, his hot dick is in my mouth and all I could do to acknowledge him was nod my head up and down.
"HOLD IT. HOLD IT. HOLD IT." Dad repeated. He holds the bottle under my nostrils and makes me take a whiff, then he does likewise. "Okay Boy - GO!"
Ahhh......
I take a deep breath, and the gush of water starts falling out, gravity in effect, spraying the porcelain. " S L O W LY now!" Dad says. Oh man! That isn't easy! The water, the gravity, my situation just makes it all want to push out. But I don't want to displease Dad. So I take deeper breaths, clench my hole, open it, release some water, clench it, hold it, open it, release more water, clench it. "That's my Boy!" Dad says proud. " How does that feel huh?"
I just moan, again head dropped back, mouth full of Dad cock, eyes closed.
"Now wipe your Boy hole," he instructs, pulling out of my mouth, " and get that ass back in the shower."
We continue the process for what seems like an hour (and it could have been, I lost my sense of time awhile ago) until I am thoroughly clean as the water comes out crystal clear. The process is incredible. I graduate step by step, minute by minute that with Dad's coaching, I can now hold the water longer in my system, releasing it on his command, training my hole to open, clench, open, clench. I start to realize this isn't just about cleanliness and preparation, but it is training for my hole to understand, to sense, when to be relaxed, when to be tight, when to allow.
Dad gets in the shower with me. "Now get down on your ass, sit on the tub with your back against the wall," he says, softly. He pulls in the can of Crisco, tube of lube and the poppers with us. He gives me a hit, he takes one himself. With one hand he pulls my legs apart and with the other, he inserts the shower shot. Again, I feel the warmth, the comfort of the liquid filling me completely. He leaves the tube in for about three minutes until he senses I can not take anymore and he pulls out the tube, a bit of water leaking out. "Hold it," he whispers and leans towards me.
He plants a kiss on my outer lips, very gently, just tiny smacks, just a hint of saliva between us. His trim beard tickles me. He dips one hand into the Crisco and starts fingering me, two at first, then quickly to three. Water leaks out with the additional digit. And then he plants his tongue in my mouth as he pushes four fingers into my hole. Warm water continues to leak out. Inside, I am so HUGE, so OPEN with the water filling me to the edge. I can feel my Dad's fingers exploring the inner hole, massaging the upper wall, teasing my prostate. I moan, eyes rolling. He continues this for awhile, pushing his hand to the point just at the base of the thumb, the wideness teasing the outer walls of my Boy cunt. I am so hungry for this, I want it. I want more. I want it all.
And then Dad pulls out, his tongue exits my mouth, he leans back and with both hands, opens my ass as the water sprays out in a violent rush. "MAN!!!!!" he grunts. "That is one fucking hot, open Boy I have here!" He is a proud Dad.
He grabs the shower shot tube and inserts it completely into my ass, the base disappearing so all you see are coils hitting my ass lips. With his other hand he jerks himself off, smearing a bit of the grease and lube all over his dick. He fucks me with the tube and moves forward, kneeling between my spread legs. "Fuck, you are one HOT Son!" He pulls the tube out, spraying my ass, my crotch with the warm water. Then he reinserts it again, all the way in, then pulls out - almost out, teasing my hole. He does this repeatedly until again, he senses I am full.
Dad moves closer now, his greasy dick aiming at my hole. He takes a deep breath and pushes the head of his cock alongside the warm, metal tube stuck up my ass. "Ohh..." I moan, as the cock head pushes through, widening my hole, water leaking out of me. He pushes further, more pressure, but slow until his cock is all the way in, so that his pubic hair meets my ass like one merged entity. I feel my ass filling up more, the cock and the tube alongside each other. Dad stays there, motionless, making me adjust to the sudden added volume and mass. Then with our eyes locked, he pulls the tube out slowly. "Ohh..." I moan again. It is unbelievable. The thickness of his cock, stationary and unmoving with this slow, warm, tube sliding out of my ass, teasing my insides with its temperature - is heaven. He pulls it all the way out, the water spraying all over my hole, my cheeks, his balls. Some water escapes from me. Then he pushes it in, the tube having no restriction as it slides alongside the greasy, Dad dick. He fucks me like this for several minutes, fucking me with the warm, metal tube, the water replenishing itself inside for what I have expelled. Then just when he's about to reinsert the tube again, he pulls out his dick and thrusts it back in, this time with the tube alongside it, so now his dick, his thrust is widened with the additional girth. "Ohh...." And he fucks me like this for several minutes, adjusting his speed, his rhythm, his dick enlarged with the tube, continuing until all the water has gushed out of my insides. The emptiness is maddening.
I want more.
"Now remember your lesson from the other day?" Dad winks at me. He reinserts the tube, filling me again.
"Yes...?" I reply.
"Okay. We're going to go to the next stage now." Dad starts to explain. He holds the bottle under my nose, the under his. "Trust your Dad now. I'm going to move deeper into you, OK?" I nod. " Just take deep breaths, R E L A X . There's no rush - let's take our time, we have all the time in the world." I smile back, content. "I want you to picture my hand inside your lovely Boy cunt, you hear. Visualize it. Imagine it in your head. Want. It. Crave. It." Dad is speaking slower now, he dips his hand in the Crisco and slowly starts pushing three, then four fingers in. "Need. It," he says, slowly. Water gushes out. I roll my head in a circle, the sensation of his hand, the feeling of fullness, the poppers haze - all blending into one experience. He keeps the four fingers in my ass, pushed in to the base of where the thumb starts. Then he starts pulling out slowly, pushing in slowly again, and repeating. Then he stops inside me. He keeps still, the water reforming around the invasion. Then SLOWLY I sense he is rotating his hand in a clockwise motion, gong from noon to noon, full circle, stretching my outer hole in the process, water and grease leaking out. Then he does this in the opposite direction and the sudden change makes me moan even more. He then goes back clockwise, but now pulls the four fingers out, spreading the fingers inside my hole, feeling the inside walls of Boy cunt. Ohh...man, that sensation is unbelievable.
"Yeah Dad!" I exclaim, surprising him. "Ohh...that feels S O G O O O D !!!!" I lay back on the tub, all giving to my Dad.
He smiles back at me and curls his thumb into his palm and pushes in. I'm in a daze at this point that the additional pressure on my pussy lips is minimal. Dad pushes in slowly that my hole, with the fullness of the water still inside me, does not restrain the invasion. And then, very quickly, his hand slides in.
UHHHhhhhhhh.........
Dad leaves it in my hole, motionless, still. Content. His hand is motionless for moments that seem to stretch. My eyes open and I stare deep into his. We smile. With his free hand, he brushes some wet streaks of hair over my forehead, then feeds me the bottle. "Take a hit Boy," he commands. We share the bottle. Then Dad leans forward and plants his mouth unto mine and we exchange kisses. His hand moves in and out slowly, just extending out of my Boy cunt beyond the wrist to the widest part of the fist. And just when I think my hole will give up and expel him, he pushes in again, very, very slowly my Boy cunt swallowing his hand, no restriction, no tightness, just this incredible O P E N feeling. I didn't want him to leave, to pull out. I wanted it inside me forever. It was this special feeling - it's hard to explain - but knowing my hot Dad was making this very special way of loving me, being inside, being part of me, being one - Dad and Son - just made me so content. He kissed me passionately, his tongue wetting my outer lips, spitting into my open mouth.
He pulled away from me and looked down at his hand, my outer Boy cunt forming a tight grip around his wrist, not wanting to let go. "Man! You are one hot Son!" he yelled.
Dad took deep, fast breaths now and I followed his example. He pulled back, still kneeling, facing me - our eyes locked, intense. He bit his upper lip as he pushed faster in and out of my Boy hole. Dad nodded his head side to side, laughing softly, in awe, in disbelief at his Son's quick progression in training. "Boy, you are very, VERY OPEN!" I loved hearing the pride in my Dad's voice. "Thank you Dad," I smiled back.
We continue like this for awhile. Dad pulls out halfway and with his other hand squeezes more lube onto his hand that is pulling my Boy cunt lips ever wider. "Lesson here is that you can never have too much lube," Dad instructs. "You hear me Boy? I will always want you wet and sloppy so Dad can get you more wider and open." I nod. "Yes, please Dad, get me all wet and sloppy. Feed my Boy pussy, Dad! Make my hole W I D E R !!!!" Dad feeds me, then himself with a hit of the poppers. "Okay now, I want you to take a real deep breath as I try something new. You OK Boy?"
"Yes, Dad," I moan, "...anything you want. I trust you."
Dad's hand is just at the tip of my outer Boy cunt lips. I can feel the extension and width pulling at my hole. Then slowly I feel some new pressure down there. I'm not sure at first what is going on, but I look at my Dad's eyes and see him staring at me intently, a wide smile on his face, a sense of pride, a gaze of full trust between Dad and Son. I exhale. I feel his cock head slide in slowly. Ohhh......
Fuck.
Dad has his entire hand in me with his thick, massive cock slowly sliding in. One inch. Then another. "OH Y E A H H H ...." Dad now moans. He is nodding his head up and down slowly as he rocks his lower torso in the same rhythm. I grab the poppers and take an extra hit, wanting it BAD, wanting me to really open up for this. "Yeah, Boy, that's it," he says, "take your Dad to new limits. Yeahhh....." His cock is now all the way in. His hand is still, motionless, but the cock moves in and out of my ass. He thrusts in faster, out faster, in faster. We are both rocking on the bathtub floor, sliding around, the grease, the lube, the warm water underneath us. I feel wet, sloppy, slippery, messy, horny. Open. And then I feel motion inside me as I sense that Dad is now moving his hand further into my hole, feeling up to the end of his thick, long cock which is fully inside me. Then his hand stops and I feel another sensation and I can't quite make out exactly what is going on DOWN inside. "Yeahhh..." Dad continues. And then it dawns on me: Dad is jerking off his dick INSIDE my BOY cunt!!!!!
FUCK!
Like REAL FUCK!!!!! I couldn't even imagine this was possible and yet here it was. I was so OPEN that my Dad was able to slowly maneuver his hand inside my Boy pussy to wrap around his huge dick. And now he was jerking off inside me. INSIDE ME!!!! I started to laugh softly, shocked, surprised, proud. It was pure pleasure and pride in myself in knowing I was providing my Dad with this incredible bonding, fucking feeling - sharing it with his Son, sharing it with each other.
And then I could sense it: he was getting there. He started jacking more furiously inside me, pulling, stretching his dick while also fucking me with it. Then he would keep his hand still and tight while he fucked me, fucking his hand at the same time as it clenched around his cock. Then he would maneuver his hand in unison with his cock, both going in and out at the same rhythm in and out of my ass. He switched back and forth in this pattern, faster, faster. He was biting his lower lip. I took both of my hands and grabbed his nips, both just pushing against the soaked t-shirt and twisted them hard, the left nip counterclockwise, the right one clockwise. "AHHHHhhhhh....." he moaned loudly. Then I started pinching his nips in an alternative pattern, the right -pinch, then release, the left - pinch, then release, and back and forth, harder, softer, harder, softer.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
Dad violently thrust into me as I sensed him filling me with his breeding juice, the same that spawned me. I smiled knowing this fact, happy, fulfilled, filled. Dad stopped, his upper body convulsing, his head pulling backward, his mouth a gape. His breathing was fast and rapid, then slowly, slowly normal. His hand stayed inside me as the fullness of his massive cock reduced itself limp. Then he pulled out - but only his cock. His hand was still inside. Caressing. Feeling. Sliding. I was still reeling from the poppers and the fullness feeling from moments before. Then Dad pulled his hand out just a bit and turned it counterclockwise in a half-turn. He started to caress the upper walls of my inner ass. MAN....that felt incredible!
"OHHHhhhhh Dad," I exhaled, "whatever it is that you're doing NOW - please...please...please don't stop". I whimpered.
"You like that, huh?" Dad teased. He knew what he was doing. Only later did I realize he was hitting my prostate. His started rubbing the three middle fingers of his hand against the upper walls by the prostate, sliding it in, out, a little pressure added during one motion of a stroke, then more pressure on another motion. Then he would rotate his hand clockwise so the knuckles of his fist rolled over the upper prostate walls. IT WAS INCREDIBLE!!!!! It felt like miniature balls rolling inside my ass, the roundness of the knuckles causing this sensational wave of pleasure. Dad kept it up. He kept switching back and forth from one pattern to another, from one angle of his hand to the other. It was driving me C R A Z Y !!!!! And then again, without touching myself, I came!!!!
I slid down the tub, my lower back parallel to the floor, spent, exhausted, beat. Loved.
"How is my Boy?" Dad smiled, leaned over, kissed me, and licked some of my cum that sprayed on my chest. His hand was still inside, just moving very slow, loving. Dad pulled back, grabbed the shower shot and pushed it slowly inside me. I moaned again, loving the feeling of being full inside, the water rushing in. "Okay, another lesson: we clean you out after, get all that lube and grease out." I nodded. He pulled the tube out after he could sense with his fingers how full I was inside. He started to pull out his hand, but I protested.
"No! Please Dad! Don't pull out yet!" I pleaded. I carefully slid back on the edge of the tub, sitting, then very carefully, stood up, conscious to not fall on the slippery, greasy surface. Dad followed my slow movement and abided by my wishes, keeping his thick paw inside me the entire time. As I stood, I could feel the water gushing down, gravity taking effect, the building of that pressure to release.
"Oh Boy!" Dad was breathing faster again. From the corner of my eye I could see that he was rock hard again and was starting to jack his massive, thick Dad dick. I carefully stood up, and with his hand still inside me, maneuvered to turn around so that my back and ass was facing my Dad. "Man!" Dad yelled, "...you are so fucking O P E N! This is fucking unbelievable!" He jerked harder, faster on his dick. And then I took a deep breath and slowly, slowly (like Dad trained me), opened my ass to let the water run out. At first it came in small spurts, just dripping down his arm now pointed up and disappearing into my ass. And then gravity took over and I opened up wide - but still with Dad's hand inside me - and gushed out this huge spray on my Dad's lower torso. It came out in an instant and Dad was loving every second of it! "Fuck that was H O T !" He inserted the tube again, pointing up to my hole, filling me once more with the warm water. Again, the great feeling of being filled, his hand, the water. "Now keep it inside you," he commanded, jerking off furiously, "until I say GO, you hear me Boy!?!" I was full, I felt the pressure. I took my deep breaths, closed my eyes, feeling the warmth, the fullness of the water, the thickness of my Dad's paw inside me. "Okay - GO!"
Water rushed out all at once, spraying my Dad once more. I turned my head around to take a look at my Dad and twisted my ass (oh that felt SO GOOD as his hand just stayed there as my ass walls rubbed against his hand), and aimed my opening hole on his dick. He was jerking off like a madman now, his head just shaking back and forth, biting his lower lip harder, moaning, OH YEAH...OH YEAH....OH YEAH..... I continued to aim my hole on his dick, clenching, opening, clenching, opening - causing a tight, concentrated spray at Dad's cock. He jerked harder. I aimed tighter. Water on cock. Fist in my cunt. Water on cock. Dad jerking his dick. Water on cock. And then Dad came again, shooting straight up, all this cum mixing up with the last few sprays of water exiting my ass.
Then Dad pulled out his hand suddenly, the weight of gravity tiring his arm, spent, exhausted. Smiling.
I stood straight up, looked at him and smiled back. I fondled my Boy cunt with one hand, fingering it inside, spreading the lips as it was quite open, missing the fullness.
"Okay, Boy," he slapped my ass. "You've learned your lesson. You're all clean now."