My dad was hung. It wasn’t so much the length of his cock,
though, it was the thiess. When it was hard, it was like a big
club, and when Dad fucked you, you knew you had been fucked.
I know all about this, because my dad started fug me a
few weeks ago. We started off a while back just sort of playing
around. Dad used to let me just hold onto his fat rod and squeeze
it. It was almost like a game trying to see if I could get my hand
around it.
Theaught me how to stroke it. I liked rubbing it up and
down until he started moaning and groaning. Then he’d shoot a
big load up in the air, only for it to e back down with a splat
against his hairy belly. I loved the way the shiny white goo looked as
it frosted the dark hair that almost pletely covered my dad.
One day when I was jag Daddy off, he put his hand on the
bay head and said, “Why don’t you get down there and give
it a taste, Jess? Lick Daddy’s big cockhead for him, won’t you?”
I had never even thought of putting it in my mouth. I looked
up at Dad with a questioning look on my face. I wasn’t sure if he
was serious or not, but he gave me a nod, and so I did what he
asked.
At first, I just stuck my to tentatively. There was a drop
of silvery precum balanced on the end of his cock. I dipped my
tongue in it to see what it tasted like. I found out it didn’t taste like
much of anything; it was warm and kind of slippery. But Dad really
seemed to like it when my tongue grazed his knob. He sucked in a
deep breath and moaned out, “Oh yeah, baby. That’s a good boy.
Put it in your mouth now. Take it between your sweet lips.”
I did like he said and the hing I knew, I was sug on
my dad’s cockhead. Pretty soon, I was treated to a mouthful of
Daddy’s pudding.
It wasn’t long before he started playing with my butt hole every