Ever since I could remember or mean matter, I always got difficult whenever I saw daddy walking about the house with his big bulge. I went brainsick thinking that his meaty cock and heavy nuts were reaching out and calling out to me from beneath the boxers and jeans. All I could do was masturbate intensely and vigorously for hours as I thought of pappa walking into my room with that big protrusion, only to disclose his thick meat for me to taste and to twit all night long.

As I jacked off, I swirled the thick strings of precum around my knife, imagining I was tasting daddy's Henry Sweet cream. After I came, I lathered my hole up with my cum and fingered myself until I was cook to cum again, imagining that it was daddy's juicy cock which was stuffing my ass.

One day I woke up especially horny. With my cock rock candy gruelling, I sneaked into his way, hoping to witness him sleeping. He was not there, but the bed was a jam with a porno magazine and a cotton napkin. I was drawn to the napkin by its heavy musk, which I recognized from having smelled daddy's dirty underwear for age. The napkin was damp and I immediately realized that it was his cum.

HIS CUM ! !

He had been jacking off but a moment ago, and his cum rag still had the sugariness wetness of those meaty musket ball ! I almost came as I began licking the fabric, seeking to taste daddy's cream as a lot as I could.

There and then I could not help but to take my cock out and embark on jacking off ! Lying on daddy's bed, I stroked my aching and twitching dick, fingering my blotto maw while the nappy was on my mouth and tongue, tasting and smelling daddy. I cleaned up the slews of precum with the same napkin, so that I could taste my cum and daddy's together ! It was as close as I had gotten to realizing my most secret and ardent desire.

I was so overwhelmed with inflammation and so immerse in onanism and fantasy, moaning, cussing, grunting and calling out daddy's epithet, that I did not notice pop entering the elbow room and standing in front man of me.

A haste of Adrenalin shot through my vein, a sudden holy terror took clasp of me… until I noticed pop's smile…

"looking 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 front there, and even more surprised at his reaction. But that smile and that abstruse voice ! nookie !

There and then I fell in love with daddy all over again ! There and then I determined with all my sum to belong to to daddy ; to have no will or desire of my own, but to be the very embodiment of his desires and commands. I wanted to lose myself in his centre, his smell, his touch, his flesh ; to get one with him and to persist there forever.

By a kind of charismatic military unit that defied common sense, courtesy and societal code, my mitt was drawn to my surd cock and began to stroke it as I looked intensely upon daddy's member aching to free itself from the constraints of those tight dungaree. I didn't maintenance that daddy was there, I didn't care if I got punished for jacking off, all that mattered is that my crackpot were churning like crazy and my cock was pulsating and twitching with desire.

"I got ta order ya,"dad continued smiling,"that's my favorite cum rag."

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

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

As dada said this, he began rubbing at the increasingly large prominence, the bulge that had tempted me every day and made me jack off so many times since I could remember, moaning and whimpering like a minuscule bitch in heat. Daddy continued,

"You got an idea as to how to resolve this predicament ?"

He looked deeply into my eye and communicated without words or gestures his deluge desire to take me his new cum rag.

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

Daddy smiled as he reached for my punishing dick. Words fail to describe what I felt as papa began stroking my cock. There is also no way to form others infer the ocean of pleasure into which I was plunged as pa slowly inserted his finger into my tight hole and started finger-fucking me as he jacked my dick. And when daddy pressed his velvet tongue onto my twitching, hard dick ? Oh piece of tail ! It was as if a man, deaf since giving birth, for the first time listened to the Nightingale, or to Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, or to the David Smith. I had no precious conception, no frame of cite, with which I could even understand what was happening or discern what I should do with this experience.

Daddy, sensing my bemusement, sought to reassure me."Don't worry son, just love it."Then he opened his sass and gently sucked at my cock head.

"holy place SHIT ! !"

Usually in stories like this, the storyteller continues to draw a nice, farseeing academic term of hot oral examination sex ; and I would be lying if I did the Lapp. The truth is that I came the moment my cock head passed papa's mouth. There are no words, no concepts, no memes that can help me express the pleasure of having papa making me cum and slurping the gobs and compact train of jizz directly from my cock ; and to express the defeat that I was too quick to cum, that I may let disappointed daddy.

But daddy's smile and his eyes told me that he was having a flack eating my cum and licking my dick clean. Then he put his hands behind my capitulum and gently pushed my face onto his. We began to kiss ! His tongue was as soft and as deft in my mouth as it was when licking and sucking my peter. As we kissed, he once more began fingering my gob. It did not take long for me to get toilsome again.

"pa, may I suck up your prick ?"I said between kisses.

"Please dad, piddle me your new cum rag. Pretty please, sir !"

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Imagine the notion of a tike who, knowing only how to doodle, stands before such masters as Rembrandt or Matt Groening and is expected to deliver a masterpiece worthy of such celebrated artist. As I knelt before daddy and his throbbing bulge, I felt a standardized holy terror and it increased exponentially when dada released his gargantuan, bulgy tool from the confines of his jean. The length and width of papa's dick intimidated me in a way that I can not appropriately describe. Not only because those ten column inch of man center dwarfed my increasingly moistening dick, but such a vision stirred an ancient apprehension in the depths of my heart : like when a navigator of ancient times found himself dumbfounded in the midst of the watery immensities of the ocean, or when an cosmonaut is overwhelmed with that infinity of space which makes his existence so very minute. Kneeling before dad's pecker, I clearly saw my own smallness, my let loose exposure, my inescapable inadequateness, before the raw manliness of the man whom I loved and desired with energies that exceeded my inclusion. My sassing was an arid desert, my gist burdened with an insurmountable weight ; I was as if lost in a trance.

"Hey kid,"papa said,"I reckoned you'd be devourin'this prick as soon as those pretty eyes of yours saw it."

There were no words I could talk ; I could only give him the doleful, amaze look of a puppy that was given a command which it could not understand."Don't concern kid,"he said reassuringly,"daddy's here, just enjoy yourself."

As my knife pressed against the diaphysis of dada's dick, I was inebriated with the musk that suffused the brush of his class pubes, and my Chin touched his pendulous, flesh out nuts. As daddy's intimation became increasingly backbreaking, he began to softly cuss and moan. My soft tongue continued to bat his shaft, as the discernment of daddy drove me mad with lust, with a desire that once fulfilled only called Forth a bully desire. It took all the strength I had to retain myself from cumming prematurely again. I had to disregard the fact that I had been dreaming of this import since time immemorial ; that as a lilliputian child I had rubbed on my cutter, trivial dick all night, wishing dada would add up into my room and take over with his workforce and his mouth.

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

"OH FUCK DADDY !"

pappa, knowing I was about to strain the melting crisis, scooped me from off the ground, laid me upon the bed, and pressed his face onto my genital organ. I felt the light husk of daddy's Chin tickling my nuts, and his horn in rubbing against my light pubes as my shaft throbbed in his mouth and throat.

"OH FUCK ! dada ! DADDY !"

My egg unloaded in daddy's throat. Panting, drenched with sweat, I was twitching from the vehemence of such an awesome climax. Suddenly I realized that I once again failed pa ; that the initial scourge that took hold of me when get-go contemplating pappa's cock was truly the omen of my abject nonstarter, of my treachery of my fondness's elevated aspirations and desires.

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

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

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

"Tell me son, does this facial expression like dissapointment ? See how hard your daddy's dick is ? See how a great deal precum your pop's dick is oozing ? You made it this hard, you made it this moist. You could never disappoint me, kid. I love ya, son."

Those blessed countersign were pronounced as his stopcock head was mm from my nose. I grabbed keep of that dick and started jacking it as I licked it and as I suckled at his peter straits. pop must take known I could only do as much, that I was not yet possessed of the skill and experience to deep-throat that splendiferous dick as it deserved. All the while, pop leaned over and kissed the top of my fountainhead, and I interrupted myself repeatedly to give daddy a kiss, with each kiss becoming surfactant and wetter with his precum. Daddy's moans and oink became louder and more haunt, and my mouthpiece became increasingly filled with his precum, the taste and texture of which sent me into immediate beatitude.

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

"No papa. I love surprisal. Cum for me papa ! give your boy !"

"OH fucking YEAH !"

pop's cock shot too a great deal cum too fast for me to catch it all in my mouth. The thick, creamy ropes of jizz bounced off the roof of my mouth and oozed down my chin, running down my neck onto my breast. pop flashed me a brilliant grinning and picked me up from the floor, bombarding me with kisses. With each osculation he slurped the cum off my skin and he fed me the hot, creamy gobs with his spit as we kissed.

Both of us were lying on the bed, softly panting and smiling at each other. My heart all full of joy and gratitude, with a head tempered by humility, I softly kissed daddy and whispered a Logos of thanks. pa, smiling, replied :

"Looks like now you're my preferent cum rag, son. ”