Chapter 21. Jason's Girlfriend (Daddy Takes Care Of His Family)

My mother was away for the weekend, enjoying some wellness with her friends. That meant it was only me and my dad. On Saturday night after eating some burgers we sat in front of the TV and were enjoying some movies on Netflix. Dad was sitting on the couch, and I lay on my usual armchair, already tired.

I drifted off into sleep because school and football training exhausted me. Some heavy breathing woke me up and I glanced secretly under my eye-covering arm at the TV. The action movie was long gone and instead, the scene in front of me showed a couple. One man was standing, and a woman knelt in front of him. He had his whole dick in her mouth, and she was sucking him like it was the best meal she ever had. He moved his hips in frantic motions and held her by her hair to keep her in place. She shoved his dick in and out by moving her head and saliva was dripping from the woman's mouth. I instantly was hard.

The TV was muted, so what woke me up wasn't the movie. I side-glanced under my eye-covering arm and saw my dad from the waist downwards, his enormous thick and veined cock in his hand, stroking in languid movements up and down, sliding his thumb over his cock head, and then stroking him back to the base. His breathing came labored, but I couldn't see any more than his dick and massive thighs. His dick was giant from this close!

I didn't know how long this had been going on already, but what happened next stopped my breathing! Dad seemed to look in my direction by moving a bit toward me but thank god he couldn't see from his angle that I was watching him. I tried to lay motionless without even breathing.

Obviously, he was sure I was still sleeping, because he made a quiet click sound with his tongue and our dog Barrie stood up from his doggy bed and came tail-waggling to my dad. Our German shepherd dog came to a stop in front of my dad's opened thighs and my father held out his dick to him! Barrie began immediately to lick at his wet cock head while my father stroked his huge shaft up and down back to the base. His breathing hitched and he whispered "goooood boy" and stroked Barrie behind his ears. I was so shocked!! Was that even a thing, with dogs, really? I didn't know how I felt, but my cock liked it already! I was so hard, my cock throbbed and twitched without me doing anything. I couldn't look away!

I heard my fathers suppressed breathing, Barrie's sloppy tongue lapping everything up that my dad gave him and my father's mumbling "You are my good boy Barrie, yeah that's such a good boy, hmm fuck you lick my juices so good, goooood job". Barrie's tail waggled more, enjoying dad's praise while licking with his huge tongue all the oozing juices away.

It doesn't seem like it was the first time they had done this, because Barry was eager and licked like it was the best treat ever. He seemed to enjoy this as much! Daddy's hips rhythmically moved up and down, he was fucking half his dick, leaving enough room for our dog to lavish his cream.

I couldn't look away and my dad fondled his sack and rolled it in his other hand while Barrie never stopped to lap up all the juice that seemed endless coming from his piss slit. The motions of his hips became more nonrhythmic, his hand switched to the dog's collar to hold him tight, his thighs tightened and his hips froze in place, then he shot his huge load right into the dog's muzzle. My heart raced and I struggled to keep quiet while I dry-humped against my pants. I really tried to be as inconspicuous as possible. It took me only 5 moves with my swollen dick against my pants and I exploded and shoot my load all over myself.

After my dad had finished himself and put his dick in his pants, I pretended that I was slowly waking up. My father gave me a strange look, eyes fixed on the huge wet stain in front of my pants. He didn't say anything, he stood and went -after he ruffled my hair and gave me a peck on the cheek- to bed. That night I dreamed of dogs.

Sunday midday, my dad was taking our both dogs for a walk (is he really walking them or is he going to have some fun with them, I wondered) I sneaked into my parent's bedroom. I wasn't allowed to have a mobile until I was 16 (that would be in 2 years), so I decided the laptop standing on the small table had to do it. I opened it and searched in my Dad's folders for something that could help me with the whole fucking and pleasuring a man thing.

I found a folder with the name "playtime" and it was filled with a ton of movies. I clicked on the first one coming to my mind and saw my mother lying on her back on the bed and my father shoving 3 fingers in a hole between her swollen, pinkish lips. She was glistening with cream and moaned like she did at night when I heard them. My dick was immediately hard, and I pushed my pants down under my dick and began to stroke myself in the same rhythm my father pumped his finger in her dripping hole. She was beautiful! Pinkish fat lips, shining with cream, a nub above where my father's fingers dived in. Smaller inner lips stretching along with Daddy's fingers moving in and out!

I humped my spit and precum-covered fist and was nearly shooting my load as I heard a door opening and my father shooting "Hey son, wanna go to town for ice cream?" Of course, I wanted ice cream, it was the second best after little pussy! In a panic, I slammed the laptop shut, put my aching, unfinished cock back into my pants, and went down to my Dad.

He asked me what I was up to and gave me a hug against his huge body. He ruffled my hair playfully and held me longer than usual. I reached with my head only to his shoulder and felt him pressing his hard bulge into my belly. I didn't know what to make of this, I never saw my father any other way than being my father, but somehow I liked that I made him feel good. He suddenly turned and told me it was time for ice cream and we left the house. It was an amazing afternoon and I wished I was brave enough to ask him if Barrie was allowed to lick my dick, too. But, again I was a chicken shit.

The week went by unspectacular without any encounter with my dad or our dog. My routine was pretty simple, going to school, daydreaming about pussy, and at night stroking myself while listening to my father pumping his cock into her hole. I felt he was nearly as insatiable as I was.

The next weekend was a huge family party planned, some of Cassie's friends were coming for a sleepover too. I hadn't seen Susie for 14 days and I ached to touch her. I was still confused about the dog thing and was too chicken to do it without permission from my Dad. Maybe Barrie loved only Dad's dick and would bite into mine? No, that's not gonna happen! So naturally I loved the idea of seeing Susie again, now that I knew where this ominous hole was.

After eating dinner, our whole living room was filled with family, family friends, and their kids. At 14 I was not cool enough for my older cousins but I felt way too old to play with the little ones. Couldn't give me this bollocks, so I stood in our open kitchen and observed the playful chatter and banter between them. My Dad sat in an armchair, drinking his 4th whiskey and joining the conversation. He laughed in his deep voice about something, but I wasn't overall interested in the conversation. I wondered how to touch Susie in this full house.

While I stood there and built a plan, she came dancing down the stairs from Cassie's room and went straight to my Dad. She stood next to him and swooned about the doll house he had built for my sister. His arm slung casually around her waist, drawing small circles at her waist. While he explained in detail how he'd done it, his big hand wandered down and after some slow strokes over her little butt, it disappeared under her skirt! I was speechless!!! She was my girl!!!

I froze in place, but I couldn't look away. I saw his movements up and down, pushing the fabric a bit. Then he suddenly took her by her waist and sat her on the right armrest, her feet on his legs, puffing her skirt up. Both giggled and nobody was suspicious because it looked very playful, and Susie was a part of the family. He held her at her waist and his hand, now covered even more by Susie's body, wandered from behind south under her skirt. I couldn't see anything, but he seemed to slowly stroke her butt cheeks while he seemed unaffected, talking, and laughing with my mother and her sister.

During a sudden coughing fit, my father poured his whiskey over her skirt. Both were laughing and he excused them with "We are just cleaning up Susie's skirt, we'll be right back." He whirled her through the air and placed her carefully on his shoulder and they took off. Was the rest blind or was I just being jealous? I heard my father's footsteps on the staircase wondering why he didn't use the bathroom downstairs. I was so angry, but what could I say? That he was too affectionate with my 10-year-old girlfriend?

Susie:

Mr. Smith was such a funny man. I envied Cassie. My daddy left when I was 6 months old, or so my mother told me. Mr. Smith, Jason's Dad always made me laugh and made me feel special and beautiful. Sometimes when I run into him he hugged me real long, my head holding from behind and pressing into his belly and his pants pressing to my chest. Other times he tickled me when we were alone, and his fingers danced all around my body. Sometimes they danced between my legs, and it felt really funny. Like small butterflies in my stomach! He even called me princess!!! He never called Cassie princess, so I must be really special to him!

When I was sleeping in Cassie's room, sometimes he came by at night, while I couldn't see anything, I felt him sitting on the side of the bed and caressing my long red hair. I always pretended to be asleep, because I did not want him to leave.

He trailed his dancing fingers down my neck, over the front of my nightgown, caressing my boyish chest, down to the hem and then he put his hand under the nightie on my bare underbelly. Sometimes he stroked from there upwards, playing with those little buds my mother told me they are for nursing a baby (when being a mommy of course!), or he trailed his fingers down between my legs to my girlie parts. I loved it when he did that!

It felt really weird like I was peeing myself but with thousands of butterflies. When he began to gently stroke me, I always heard the sound of rustling clothes. After that, I could feel him moving something in a fast rhythm. The sound was a bit wet, and with his increasing movements, he rubbed me faster. When he did that rubbing between my legs it took me only a short time and the funny feeling exploded, and I was more wet between my legs. I was always a bit embarrassed because it was a bit like peeing. When that happened Mr. Smith shuttered next to me and shot something hot onto my girl parts. Jason also started by shooting white cream on me. Both of them loved me very much and that was their way of showing it! Someday Jason was going to be my husband!!!

Maxwell (Jason's Dad):

I had to admit the move with the whiskey glass was brilliant. I felt Susie's little butt cheeks under my hands, and I nearly exploded into my pants. They were so smooth, round, and soft. I had a huge bulge, and my dick was aching. The alcohol made me feel adventurous. Either I need to "talk" to my wife for 5 minutes in some quiet space (to shove my dick up her pussy!) or I was going to enjoy Susie's tender flesh in other ways. I decided on the last. Her small body was too seductive.

I lifted her from my shoulders and placed her on top of the washer and she giggled. "Princess look at you, all wet!" I smiled.

"That was you!" she sassed back. I laughed, she had the fire.

"You are absolutely right sweet pies. Let me see if we need to change all your clothes, raise your arms above your head" I told her. She did and I shoved her shirt above her head.

She was sitting barechested in front of me. When I sneaked at night into her room, I couldn't see anything. Nothing to complain about because I loved her soft feel. But seeing her flat chest, took my breath away! "Okay honey, now lift your bottom, so I can take your skirt off". She was so obedient. I pulled her skirt and pink cotton panties down her little creamy legs and there she was! An all-naked little girl in front of me. My already steel-hard cock began to throb and twitch. This had to be fast, otherwise, the rest downstairs would be suspicious! I couldn't risk that.

I put her skirt on the fan heater and asked her "Princess, you know I love you right?". She blushed beautifully and nodded. "I am aching and the only one who could help me right now is you". I pouted my lips a bit for effect.

Her eyes went big, and she asked sweetly "What do I need to do Mr. Smith?"

"Just sit there honey and open your legs a bit," I told her. She opened her legs and I almost shot my load. Her bare small baby pussy killed me! Creamy white color, small slit that covered completely the hidden treasure behind. I didn't know where to look first, her flat sweet chest or her pussy. I was overwhelmed!

I put my hands behind her small butt and pushed her more to me. I opened my pants, pushed them down to my knees, and shoved my throbbing cock between her legs. My dick was so fat, I stretched her small lips to the maximum. Feeling her heat and knowing how I was so close to her sweet little cunt I dripped precum onto her. I pressed her small body into me, stroked her hair gently with one hand, and with the other I held her little buttock while I slid up and down her baby slit.

I felt her getting wet and mumbled between clenched teeth "Princess, I can feel how much you love me being between those sweet girlie parts". She squirmed and put her small soft hands around me, holding tight. I could feel her grinding her tiny slit against my massive cock.

"That feels funny Mr. Smith, like when you stroke me at night". She looked up and beamed at me.

"You are a little minx, aren't you, princess, enjoying being rubbed. I knew you were all awake, but I enjoyed you lying still like a cute little doll. Are you going to be my beautiful little doll?"

She nodded eagerly and shuddered, her whole body trembling. My hand holding her head slipped down to her chest, flipping her tiny pinky buds. I rocked my hips along her little wet baby slit and dripped all over her, mixing with her own juices. With one final slide along those amazing small and tight sides, I felt my sack drawing up, my thigh muscles clenching and with one long stroke I emptied my nuts right onto her flat chest, watching my seed seeping down.