My Dad's Asshole (5)
Do it. Fuck him. Take it back.
Now it's Dad who's gotten too complacent in his mastery of the situation. Lying there asleep on his front on his bed. In his underwear. Pfffft. It's like he's taunting me. "See, I don't have to worry about shit now. I got the power back, I'm the man of the house again. Go ahead, try something. I dare you." That's what his boxers-clad ass is saying to me at the moment I'm standing at the doorframe to my parents' bedroom, the sleepy afternoon sunshine now pregnant and buzzing with tension and opportunity as it streams through the window.
He's a deep sleeper. You know that.
Even if it's just a midday halfway-beer-induced nap after mowing the lawn, I know it's true. When Dad's snoozing soundly, it's sometimes hard enough to rouse him by shaking him and barking his name. Much less carefully and stealthily doing what I'm thinking of doing to get my revenge, and to get my balls back.
It's his ass...it's where this all started. Take it back. Take it.
It sure would feel fucking good to reassert myself, even for just a few minutes. Let him know he's not the only one that can turn the tables, and he's not as exonerated as he thought. And just the idea of it is making a certain part of me "assert itself" alright.
Ever since Dad's clever little stunt with Shannon, I've learned a lesson in how I made HIM feel the last few months. That damn sexy snow leopard has taken to my ass like an otter takes to water. I still haven't figured out an angle that would let me be able to tell her what the hell happened, and that my dad had maneuvered us both into this Chinese finger-trap.
Now that that comparison occurs to me, I think a little bit sourly that my dad's asshole itself turned out to be a metaphorical AND literal finger-trap.
Basically, over the couple weeks since the dildo incident, Shannon has become enamored with my ass. She treats it like I used to treat her pussy. She's pulled the back of my pants down and touched on my asshole in the parking lot at school, heatedly murmuring and mrowling about how she wanted to get in it after practice. She's asked me about being naked in the locker room at football practice, whether or not any of the guys on the team have seen my asshole. She's said she fucking told some of her teammates about it, and sure enough I've gotten several funny looks in the hallway from girls I didn't know too well. And I probably imagined it, but I felt like I caught a couple of them looking at my ass after I passed them.
Now I'm paranoid about my OWN butthole.
And it's all thanks to Dad's little scheme. I'll never forgive him for this. I had the perfect girlfriend, and now instead of me getting her sweet pussy whenever I want, all she can think about it my anus, and I can't figure a way out of it.
So yeah, it's a lazy Sunday afternoon and my dad's making the most of it, passed out on his stomach in his room and lightly snoring, and I'm standing in the doorway with a literal raging hate-boner, staring right at that big black furry butt I used to enjoy so much and so often. I feel a warm aching sadness too, when I look at his vulnerable ass. I just want things to be like they used to, instead of the miserable way they've ended up.
It's just me and him, and it's time to settle our differences. Mom's outside finishing the yardwork since Dad mowed, but inside the house it's still, still, still.
I'm gonna do it. I don't care.
It's a hot day out, so I'm just wearing some loose athletic shorts myself. I creep over the floor and onto the foot of my parents' bed, and I reach into the front of my shorts to squeeze myself. A few strokes and I almost feel close to jizzing from the excitement.
As I crawl over the bed, carefully placing my hands to not make the springs squeak, I can already feel the heat off my dad's body. It's inviting, and makes my penis twitch, though said appendage is tucked snugly under my waistband.
Maybe a little too daringly, I run a hand lightly over his right ass cheek, noting how relaxed and jellylike it feels since he's fast asleep and not resisting. The motion leads my hand up to the waistband of his gray boxer shorts, and even I hesitate for a few seconds while I pinch it with my fingers.
Mom could come back in at any moment. The whole jig could be up. If I blew this, I'd never get my dad's asshole again probably. And boy would I miss it. The delicious and handsome manly folds and furrows of that butthole, nestled so perfectly inbetween his slightly flabby buttocks, the heat of his anus on my fingers and my lips, the jittering of his ballsack against my chin as I get in there with my snout... Those are things I don't get with Shannon, even though her ass is fantastic too. There's just something different about it when it's your own father. Occasionally kissing the back of his scrotum, and knowing that's where I originated, just adds that special touch of importance. Makes me feel wistful as well as extra-dominating. Like I now own my own creator.
And watching his penis stiffen and wag around comically while I mess with his shitter always brings a smile to my face. More than once I've had the mildly disturbing thought that that's the penis that made me, and here I am frustrating it and rendering it basically useless. Getting it all excited like it's made to stiffen and make another cub, but instead it's one of those cubs all grown up now that's causing its tumescent state. It's nearly poetry, an almost chicken-and-the-egg scenario if you squint hard enough at it. Though for the same reasons, I took extra pleasure in beating his balls around a few times those couple weeks ago. Those fragile furry eggs between his legs won't be making me a little brother anytime soon anyway. He's probably scared it would turn out like me.
I consider all of this in a flash of no longer than a few seconds as I hold Dad's underwear waistband between my fingers, poised to expose him. It's the most cliché thing ever to say, but those moments really do feel like fateful minutes, my horniness and righteous indignance and my trepidation all fighting each other for dominance.
I'm a 17-year-old male jock. Guess which one of those emotions wins.
Sidetracking for just a minute, I place my hands by his sides and lean down as gently as possible to sniff my nose into his left armpit. Since he's not wearing a shirt and his arms are cradling his head, the grayed tuft of fur in that pit is just too enticing. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, almost spiritually. He didn't even shower after mowing the lawn, I can tell that by the rich and slightly sour smell alone. He smells so good it puts a little lump in my throat, around which a whine nearly escapes. It's the true and manly scent of my very own dad, and it makes me want to try another hidden crevice of his.
I raise myself up, balance on one hand, and pinch the waistband of his boxers again. My mouth is literally watering. I want his asshole so bad it's almost morbid.
I can't even wait to get his underwear fully down. As soon as the waistband reveals his ass cheeks, I just spread him with my other hand and dive right in. I'm so familiar with his ass by now that I know just where his anus is placed between his cheeks, the exact vertical positioning in his butt crack, so I don't even have to look. My eyes are closed in savage bliss anyway.
I've never tasted him THIS musky, this raw. All my movements are as gentle as I can make them so I don't wake him, but my need for his butthole has never been stronger. My revenge and my pride at taking his ass back for myself are tainted by a strange sense of surrender. Maybe this is like when a recovered addict starts using again. I thought I was doing this to get back at him, but there's a lurking dirty secret that it's actually just what I want and need.
I make out with his farthole lovingly, slowly, longingly. My whole head is numb from the passionate anger I felt, and now the passionate wistful ache I feel. Why the hell did you do that to me, Dad? I was so happy with your asshole before. We had such a nice thing. I finally appreciated you. And then you fucked me back. You asked for this, you're making me do this to you now.
For a bizarre moment, my eyes sting and I almost tear up. To snap myself out of it, I stick the tip of my muzzle right up against my dad's asshole. Then I moan sickly when my nose actually pushes inside him a little. He's so relaxed from being deep in daytime slumber, and also from my soothing warm tongue, that his butthole just opens up and lets my nose in.
I have to have it. With my cock. I've never been so agonizingly erect in my entire life.
I'd love to spend literally hours pushing my nose into his rear canal, but the fragility of my situation starts to press on me. Mom's not good with summer heat, as big as she is. She'll probably be coming in for a break before too long.
After one last heated breath out of my nostrils and directly into Dad's rectum, I separate my face from him and loom over his back again. That lump in my throat has only grown, and the lump in my shorts is undeniable. I push my own waistband down past my ass, and fish my penis out to run the tip of it between Dad's relaxed, plush, perfectly hairy buttocks. I shiver. It reminds me of lining up my cock with Shannon's pussy. That is, when it hadn't been weeks since I've gotten her pussy since she's so obsessed with my asshole now. Fuck you, dad.
My dickhole is kissing his asshole. He's wet and loose enough. Even if he wakes up, he can't stop me now. The guiltiest thrill I've ever felt runs up my spine and worsens the tightness in my throat. My eyes sting again. I whisper, "I love you, dad."
I slip my cock up into him.
It's as warm and welcoming to my penis as it always was to my fingers.
It feels nothing like Shannon's pussy.
It feels better.
There's something hotter and more intimate about it. Stuffing my manhood into what was only ever intended as a garbage disposal, and is still such considered such a filthy place, scratches a deeper, dirtier itch to me than digging into a vagina. In that moment, I become an ass-fucker forever. I think of Shannon's asshole while I push my dick further into my dad's.
But it's my dad's back that I stroke softly with a trembling hand, and it's my dad's tail that I hug to my chest as I start rutting him. He stirs and grunts, and his eyelids flutter. I'm literally in too deep to stop now though.
"Oh Dad. Ohhhhhh Dad. Ohhhhhhhhh." The soft-skinned rim of his anus hugs and ripples around the flesh of my cock. As much as I masturbate, the skin of my dick has become fairly insensitive, so it usually takes either a good amount of time or a seriously hot situation to get me to orgasm. But within probably two minutes of working my shaft back and forth in him, I'm trembling all over from being right on the edge. He's not tight; it's not the grip that's getting to me. It's the softness, the warmth, the accommodating depths of his rump.
It's the false feeling that he's finally letting me in, finally accepting that I'm a true man.
"Oh shit dad, your ass is gonna... I'm gonna cum, dad, I'm your big boy..."
I thrust in all the way, my still-thickening patch of pubic fur grinding against the underside of his tail. I can feel that all-over tingle that lets every man know they're coming down the runway to an orgasm.
Another languid, quivering outward drag of my cock, then another thrust inward that ripples his meaty butt cheeks. It's only gonna take a couple more.
But when my pelvic bone bumps his ass this time, Dad snorts, his eyelids flicker open, and he blinks several times. Then his eyes bug out and roll upward towards me. He knows. He growls:
"So you think UGH! this is what it means to be a man? FUCK! Raping your fatherRRRR in his sleep? You'll never beat me, boy. You've OH GOD you've lost. I'd say go fuck your girlfriend instead but SHIT, she won't let you anymore will she? She's too interested in getting into you. Well you're WELCOME, awwww fuck youuuuUUUU..."
His snarled tirade barely slows me down, and my thrusts cause the hiccups in his speech. I wish I could know if his penis is hard or flaccid, trapped beneath him as I push into his asshole. I'm not sure which state would turn me on more.
My forearms are leaning on his upper back now, and as much as he tries to squirm, he can't shake me off. In fact, his movements just tug my cock from side to side between his ass cheeks and I...
Oh god. I hear the downstairs door open. I hear my mom sigh heavily. And then I hear her footsteps plodding toward the stairs.
I'm too close. I don't care anymore. I hump again and lean on Dad's back even harder. My eyes are weirdly wet. "I'm sorry Dad, I can't stop, I'm so sorry--"
"Oh my god get out of me, you sicko, get OUT she's COMING." Dad's voice is a tiny, desperate, wheezing hiss.
She's trundling up the stairs. I'm two thrusts away, my penis throbbing and my head pounding.
Dad is thrashing and bucking beneath me wildly. He's trying to get me off so he can avoid me finishing in him and dart away to the bathroom. But that bucking shortens my fuse from two thrusts to one. My eyes roll back and spasm as my ass clenches and my cock pulsates. "AWGHHHHHH!"
The door opens. I helplessly push my hips forward to gather more of that golden, glorious, guilt-ridden orgasm.
My mom is a bear. Some canine in her but mostly bear. I get my bulk from her, and my strength. I didn't inherit her thundering voice though.
"WELL THEN. I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN."
Dad gasps from underneath me, in pain, "Audrey I swear this isn't what it looks like, he's been taking--"
"He's been taking you like one of those sluts in your magazines? Is that what he's been doing, Louis?"
That makes Dad stop his struggling. "You...know about those?"
"You must think I'm pretty stupid. I found them a year ago. I thought they were harmless and wouldn't make you actually do anything sick. I see that I was wrong. About both of you."
Even in my dizzy and disoriented state from my head-spinning orgasm inside my dad's asshole, that disturbs me. "Mom, I'm not--"
"You've been borrowing those rags from your father and keeping them in your backpack. That should have let me know you two were doing filthy things with each other. Well you've lost your chance for fun. I'm keeping you both on a tight leash from now on."
Dad splutters up at me, "Your BACKPACK?!"
"Yes, Louis. Your son has been taking pornography with him to school. And I'm going to make sure his girlfriend knows about it too. That way she can keep an eye on him too."
"He's been RAPING me, Audrey, I never wanted ANY of this!"
"Hmph. I'd believe you if it wasn't for what I've seen in those magazines of yours. And since that's what you two want, I'm going to at least teach you your first lesson from it." She lumbers over to the side of the bed and looms over us males. We both cower and cringe. Her eyes burn into my face, but I can't look at her. "I'm disappointed in you, Cody. I don't mind if you can't keep your pecker out of your girlfriends, but this is your own father. You clearly have a filthy mind, and your ass will pay for it."
She leans on one of her hands on the bed. The other hand slaps my bare ass cheek with brutal bearish force.
I yelp and almost fall forward onto Dad, my arms turning to jelly both from the pain and from the post-orgasm weakness. Mom's stern smack makes my ass clench... and drives me forward into Dad, who lets out an "AAAHH!" My cock is still hard, and still hilted in his asshole. From how wide his eyes go, I know his anus just got wrenched open even further and he hadn't been prepared at all.
Mom scowls at both of us. "Pathetic. I thought this is what you both wanted." Her palm comes down on me again, the same cheek and the same spot. This one stings, and drives me forward again. Desperate grunts of pain rip from me and my dad, his coming an instant after mine.
Just a couple more minutes and both of my bare buns are burning and already feeling bruised. The shock and pain have softened up my dick almost all the way to flaccid. Which makes it easier to comply when Mom stands back and tells me, "Cody, get out of your father and go take a shower. I need to have more than a word with him. I'll deal with you soon."
I whimper from the sensitivity of my cockhead dragging out of dad's ass, and I scramble off the bed without a scrap of dignity left in my posture. Before I'm even standing up, my shorts around my thighs, Mom has pulled aside one of Dad's rump cheeks and is gazing disapprovingly at his sticky, open, pulsating asshole. Dad moans. I stare sickly.
"CODY. Go." My mom glares at me, and I hobble away, my ass cheeks throbbing and burning both on the surface and deep down in the muscle. Right as I'm leaving my parents' room to head to my own bathroom, I glance back and see Mom rolling Dad over onto his side. His penis is the stiffest I've ever seen it, and Mom is looking right at it too.
I scuttle off to the shower without another look back. Even I don't wanna see this.