Ever since I could commemorate or think things, I always got hard whenever I saw daddy walking about the house with his big gibbousness. I went crazy cerebration that his meaty turncock and punishing freak were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the boxershorts and jeans. All I could do was masturbate intensely and vigorously for hour as I thought of daddy walking into my way with that big bulge, only to get word his slurred meat for me to taste and to ride all night long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the blockheaded strings of precum around my tongue, imagining I was tasting daddy's sweet cream. After I came, I lathered my maw up with my cum and fingered myself until I was ready to cum again, imagining that it was daddy's juicy pecker which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially steamy. With my peter rock 'n' roll hard, I sneaked into his room, hoping to find him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a hatful with a smut cartridge and a cotton napkin. I was drawn to the table napkin by its sonorous musk, which I recognized from having smelled pop's dirty underclothes for years. The nappy was damp and I immediately realized that it was his cum.

HIS CUM ! !

He had been jacking off but a second ago, and his cum rag still had the sweetened wetness of those substantive chunk ! I almost came as I began licking the cloth, seeking to sample dada's cream as a lot as I could.

There and then I could not avail but to take my dick out and bulge jacking off ! Lying on daddy's bed, I stroked my ache and twitching dick, fingering my tight trap while the nappy was on my oral cavity and spit, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the hole of precum with the same napkin, so that I could taste my cum and pop's together ! It was as cheeseparing as I had gotten to realizing my most private and ardent desire.

I was so overwhelmed with excitement and so absorbed in masturbation and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out daddy's public figure, that I did not notice daddy entering the room and standing in front of me.

A rush of adrenaline shot through my veins, a sudden terror took storage area of me… until I noticed daddy's smile…

"aspect like you found your ol'man's jizz rag,"daddy said with a smile.

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"Uhh… umm…"I was dumbfounded by his presence there, and even more storm at his response. But that smile and that rich vox ! FUCK !

There and then I fell in beloved with dad all over again ! There and then I determined with all my fondness to belong to daddy ; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the very embodiment of his desires and command. I wanted to miss myself in his eyes, his smell, his cutaneous senses, his physical body ; to get one with him and to rest there forever.

By a form of magnetic force that defied common sense, courtesy and sociable codes, my hired man was drawn to my hard shaft and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon papa's penis aching to free itself from the restraint of those tight jeans. I didn't care that dad was there, I didn't charge if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my nuts were churning like crazy and my putz was pulsating and twitching with desire.

"I got ta tell apart ya,"pop continued smiling,"that's my deary cum rag."

"Uh, well, sir, um,"I replied with a nervousness that came from terror of what could happen next and from desire for what I wanted to receive happen next,"it looks a bit bust. Maybe it's time to get new one ?"

"That is an excellent idea, son. I reckon I could search throughout the linen draftsman for one, but that'd take meter and I'm kinda horny now… kinda really horny, like veracious now."

As daddy said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly large bulge, the bulge that had tempted me every day and made me jack off so many clock time since I could commend, moaning and whimpering like a trivial bitch in heat. daddy continued,

"You got an approximation as to how to lick this predicament ?"

He looked deeply into my heart and communicated without Book or gestures his overwhelming desire to constitute me his new cum rag.

"Here I am pop,"I gently replied,"you don't need a cum rag."

Daddy smiled as he reached for my hard shaft. Words fail to distinguish what I felt as dada began stroking my cock. There is also no way to take in others empathize the ocean of joy into which I was plunged as daddy slowly inserted his finger into my stringent pickle and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my prick. And when dada pressed his velvet glossa onto my twitching, difficult hawkshaw ? Oh piece of tail ! It was as if a man, deaf since birth, for the first metre listened to the Luscinia megarhynchos, or to Mozart, or to the Julia Evelina Smith. I had no precious concept, no systema skeletale of point of reference, with which I could even empathize what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.

papa, sensing my befuddlement, sought to reassure me."Don't worry son, just revel it."Then he opened his sassing and gently sucked at my cock head.

"HOLY SHIT ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the teller continues to name a nice, recollective session of hot oral sex ; and I would be lying if I did the same. The truth is that I came the moment my turncock head passed daddy's mouth. There are no Word of God, no concepts, no memes that can help me express the pleasure of having daddy making me cum and slurping the gobs and thick strings of jizz directly from my rooster ; and to verbalise the frustration that I was too quick to cum, that I may have disappointed daddy.

But pappa's smile and his eyes told me that he was having a blast eating my cum and licking my dick clean. Then he put his handwriting behind my head and gently pushed my typeface onto his. We began to kiss ! His lingua was as soft and as dexterous in my oral fissure as it was when licking and sucking my cock. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my trap. It did not take long for me to get hard again.

"dada, may I suck your cock ?"I said between kisses.

"Please papa, make me your new cum rag. Pretty please, sir !"

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Imagine the feelings of a child who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such masters as Rembrandt or flatness Groening and is expected to deliver a masterpiece worthy of such illustrious creative person. As I knelt before daddy and his throbbing prominence, I felt a similar terror and it increased exponentially when daddy released his gargantuan, bulblike stopcock from the confines of his dungaree. The length and width of pa's dick intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately describe. Not only because those ten inch of man center dwarfed my increasingly moistening cock, but such a lot stirred an ancient dread in the deepness of my heart : like when a sailing master of ancient times found himself dumbfounded in the thick of the watery vastness of the ocean, or when an astronaut is overwhelmed with that infinity of space which makes his being so very infinitesimal. Kneeling before dad's cock, I clearly saw my own pettiness, my utter vulnerability, my inescapable inadequacy, before the raw virility of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my comprehension. My mouth was an desiccated desert, my spunk burdened with an insurmountable weight ; I was as if lost in a trance.

"Hey kid,"daddy said,"I reckoned you'd be devourin'this dick as soon as those pretty heart of yours saw it."

There were no discussion I could mouth ; I could only leave him the doleful, perplexed look of a puppy that was given a command which it could not sympathise."Don't worry kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just enjoy yourself."

As my tongue pressed against the diaphysis of daddy's dick, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the coppice of his form pubic region, and my chin touched his pendulous, plump nuts. As papa's breathing space became increasingly backbreaking, he began to softly cuss and moan. My soft tongue continued to lick his shaft, as the taste of daddy drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called forth a greater desire. It took all the strength I had to restrain myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to brush aside the fact that I had been dreaming of this consequence since clock time immemorial ; that as a short child I had rubbed on my tender, little cock all night, wishing daddy would derive into my room and involve over with his work force and his mouth.

Then, something unexpected happened. Daddy began softly humming a tune as my tongue ran the length of his dick and swirled around his hard, shiny cock head word. It was a air he had often sung to me as he tucked me in my bed at night, when my little dick was hardening wishing daddy would say with me all night. The tune of the cradlesong was too much ! I had reached a point from whence there could be no return.

"OH FUCK DADDY !"

Daddy, knowing I was about to reach the thawing crisis, scooped me from off the priming, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his grimace onto my crotch. I felt the sluttish stubble of daddy's chin tickling my nuts, and his olfactory organ rubbing against my light pubes as my cock throbbed in his sassing and throat.

"OH FUCK ! pop ! DADDY !"

My testis unloaded in daddy's throat. Panting, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the furiousness of such an amazing climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed dada ; that the initial terror that took cargo deck of me when first contemplating daddy's prick was truly the portent of my abject loser, of my betrayal of my heart's high-minded aspirations and desires.

My eyes began watering as I forced myself to look into daddy's eyes.

"I'm sorry dad. I have horribly disappointed you."

Daddy flashed a mischievous smile, as he playfully and gently slapped my human face with his strong dick.

"Tell me son, does this look like dissapointment ? See how hard your pa's hawkshaw is ? See how much precum your dada's peter is oozing ? You made it this concentrated, you made it this moist. You could never disappoint me, kid. I love ya, son."

Those blessed words were pronounced as his cock head was millimeters from my olfactory organ. I grabbed hold of that dick and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his cock head. daddy must have known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the skill and experience to deep-throat that glorious cock as it deserved. All the while, dada leaned over and kissed the top of my head, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to give daddy a kiss, with each osculation becoming wetter and wetter with his precum. Daddy's moans and grunt became louder and more frequent, and my sass became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste and grain of which sent me into quick beatitude.

"You want me to tell ya when I'm gon na bust ?"pop said between moans, with almost a personnel casualty of breath.

"No daddy. I love surprises. Cum for me daddy ! Feed your boy !"

"OH FUCK YEAH !"

Daddy's cock shot too much cum too fast for me to catch it all in my mouth. The thick, creamy R-2 of jizz bounced off the roof of my oral cavity and oozed down my chin, running down my cervix onto my chest. Daddy flashed me a brilliant smile and picked me up from the floor, bombarding me with kisses. With each kiss he slurped the cum off my skin and he fed me the hot, creamy gobs with his lingua as we kissed.

Both of us were lying on the bed, softly panting and smiling at each other. My meat all full of joy and gratitude, with a mind tempered by humility, I softly kissed daddy and whispered a Holy Writ of thanks. Daddy, smiling, replied :

"Looks like now you're my best-loved cum rag, son. ”