Dad Made My Dreams Come True (By Pounding My Ass)!
How to get addicted to Dad cock 101
This is part 7, see the Adventures WIth Dad folder for more parts of this story!
(The first 4 are all in the same upload "Dad's Been Stealing My Briefs!)
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Dad’s belly protruded between my legs as he coaxed my ankles up against his shoulders. I could barely believe it was really happening. Laying on my back as I was, I could see the lust in his eyes, the need. My dick, so hard it throbbed, was leaking all over my chest. I gripped hard onto the sofa, knowing I’d have to, otherwise his soon-to-be hammering hips would send me flying off.
“You want Dad’s big fat cock, don’t you, son?”
“So bad.” I was whining already and he wasn’t even in yet.
One paw on his sheath he guided his tip between my ass cheeks to poke at my tender hole. Holy fuck. It was happening, for real. I’d daydreamed over and over about getting my butt filled by Dad, I’d jerked out load after load to the thought, toy up my ass, moaning out for him and believing it was totally impossible, that it would never really happen… But, there I was, and there was Dad’s dick, teasing at my tailhole.
“Daddy won’t keep you waiting much longer then.” He grunted and I could feel his cock pulse between my cheeks, spraying my hole in pre as excitement got the better of him. “Fuuuck, I shoulda been pounding your ass since you came out, son!”
The idea alone made me woozy with lust, but before I had a chance to respond, it happened. He thrust in, hip to hip, his balls slapping up against my buttcheeks. He hadn’t quite gone all out, some of his length hadn’t yet sunk into me, but god he was thick! I yelped in surprise and delight, pleasure and a little pain all at once as he stretched me out.
“Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” It was all I could say.
He snarled, getting into it, losing all doubts with his meat buried inside his son.
“Mrrf. You’re tight son.” He stayed where he was for another moment, giving me time to adjust, as his paws rubbed my smooth belly. His own belly was shelved on top of me, burying my balls and sheath in dad-fat and milking out a little more of my pre in the process.
“Fff-fill me, dad! Rail me with the cock that made me.”
He grabbed my hips for leverage and thrust hard. Good thing I clawed into the sofa. I could feel his dick throbbing inside of me and I clenched around it, only half voluntarily. Regardless, it got him moaning. I wanted him to drain his balls inside me, I wanted to milk him for all he was worth. His knot, straining at his sheath, was pressed against my hole now. I needed it, more than anything.
“You ready, son?”
“I was born ready.”
He smirked, playtime was over. He rutted me at a steady pace, the slap, slap, slap of his balls against my butt adding percussion beneath my high-pitched gasping and whining. Dad was all business, panting and grunting as his hips smashed against mine, his fat cock stretching and re-stretching my hole repeatedly, his sheathed knot making its first prying attempts at access.
I knew then and there that these moments would stay with me forever: my first time getting fucked by Dad. Huff. As I lay there, my body being jolted back and forth while I braced against Dad’s thrusting power, I was bleary-eyed with bliss. Dad’s belly rolling over my sheath and balls had my cock twitching and eager, it felt almost as if I were being jerked off by Dad’s beer belly and I loved it.
“Fffucking breed me, Dad!” My voice was made vibrato by the shockwaves coursing through my body every time one of Dad’s thrusts connected.
“My son’s such an eager little slut!” He sped up. “Gonna put a fresh batch of puppies in my pup.”
He couldn’t hold back the moans any longer. I wasn’t used to his size, but I didn’t care, the slight discomfort just made me want him more. It was all worth it for Dad. I did all I could to drag my ass closer to his hips and, with less space between us, his thrusts became deeper, he slammed home harder. He started barking every few thrusts, letting out these low, dominant yaps that had me whining even more, utterly in submission to Dad.
My own excitement was reaching a fever pitch, everything about this situation was so hot, so perfect, so overstimulating that I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Dad was about to give me a paws-free orgasm. At some point his knot had slipped free from his sheath and I could feel it slamming against my resistant hole, stretching me out further, getting ever closer to pushing all the way inside. I was moaning out Dad, Dad, Dad, over and over and he was getting primal, snarling and shotgunning his hips, pounding me harder than ever, his belly massaging me as he went. I had reached my limit.
“Oh fuck, Dad, I love you!”
I began jetting off lengthy ropes of cum from my twitching, part smooshed cock, the load plastering my chest and belly, with the first couple shots even reaching my face. He watched as I lapped up my own seed from the side of my muzzle and the sight of it must have appealed to him because he sped up one final time, going wordless as he approached his own orgasm.
Panting, cock still twitching and firing off, I went the other way, getting more verbal and babbling off a string of horny thoughts: “Cum in me Dad. Breed your son. Give me your puppies. Let me be a good boy for you. Fuck, I need your knot.”
That final admission quickly became prophetic. With a particularly piston-like rut of his hips, his knot popped into my hole all at once, briefly stretching me further than I’d ever been stretched before, the feeling like a glowing warmth in my rear as I clenched down around him and locked his knot inside. Moments later, and with a booming moan, still tugging back and forth with the very little room he had left, Dad emptied his balls into me, spurting would-be siblings into his son with pulse after pulse of his cock.
It was a huge load, somehow even bigger than the one I’d swallowed the previous night. I kept on clenching around him, which he seemed to like, since he wouldn’t stop rutting. Every time he tugged at our tie I couldn’t help but gasp. All the while he kept cumming, absolutely stuffing me with his pups. It came to my mind that a few more loads like this and I’d have a beer-belly like his.
I was sprawled out, no longer gripping the sofa, panting shallowly as I caught the very last of my breath. Dad leaned over me, at long last, finally done delivering his load.
“I love you too son,” he said.
I was glowing. He dipped further and licked clean of the rest of my load that had made its way to my face.
“Thank you, Dad. That was amazing.”
He produced a playful little growl and kissed me, briefly.
“Good, because I think we need to make up for lost time.”
My cheeks went hot. “Yeah?”
“While it’s just me and you around, I don’t want you wearing anything more than underwear. Got it?”
Holy shit. I nodded a whole bunch. “Got it.”
“And make sure there’s a bottle of lube in every room.”
Every room? Hufff. “Yes.”
“I’m gonna fuck you so much.” He put his tongue to my neck. I wagged and yipped.
“Yeah?”
“Every day.” He said. “At least twice.”
I was a shivering mess, my spent cock already twitching again. I ran out of words.
He tugged at our tie once again, his dick throbbed, somehow I was sure it had leaked a last little bit of cum inside of me.
“Gonna fuck you until any other cock doesn’t feel right inside you.”
Fuck yes. I frantically nosed at his muzzle until he came around for another kiss.
“That’s what sons are for,” I said.
He grinned.