Dad came home from work and dropped his keys on the counter like always. I was already on the couch in just my boxers, legs spread a little so he could see the outline of my ass. He stopped and stared. “You been waiting like that all day, boy?”
“Yeah, Daddy. My hole’s been twitching since lunch.” I pulled the waistband down and showed him. “It’s all smooth and ready for you to use.”
He didn’t waste time. He crossed the room, grabbed my jaw, and shoved two thick fingers into my mouth.
“Get them wet. You know what’s coming.” I sucked them sloppy, drooling down his knuckles while he watched. When they were dripping he yanked them out and pushed me onto my stomach over the arm of the couch.
He spread my cheeks with both hands and spat right on my hole. “Look at that pretty gay boypussy. Pink and hungry.” One finger sank in to the knuckle. I pushed back on it. “More, Daddy. Stretch it open.”
He added a second finger and started pumping, rough and steady. “This hole belongs to me. Say it.”
“My boypussy’s yours, Daddy. Use it.”
He pulled his fingers free, unzipped, and slapped his heavy cock against my ass. The head was already leaking. He rubbed it up and down my crack, smearing spit and precum over my hole, then lined up and shoved in. One long, hard thrust until his balls pressed against me. I groaned into the cushion.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” he grunted. He grabbed my hips and started pounding. No warm-up, just deep, filthy strokes that made my hole grip and suck around his shaft. Every time he bottomed out I felt his cockhead nudge something deep inside that made my own dick leak onto the couch.
He reached under me and grabbed my balls, tugging them while he fucked. “You like Daddy wrecking this cunt? Say it loud.”
“I love it. Fuck my boypussy harder, Daddy. Use it like it’s yours.”
He did. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, over and over, the wet sound of his cock sliding in my spit-slick hole filling the room. Sweat dripped off him onto my back. He leaned forward, chest against me, and bit the back of my neck while he kept thrusting.
“Gonna breed you tonight,” he growled in my ear. “Fill that hole till it’s leaking down your thighs.”
“Do it. Shoot it deep.”
He straightened up, planted one foot on the couch for leverage, and hammered me faster. His balls slapped my taint with every stroke. My hole started fluttering around him, trying to milk his cock. He felt it and laughed low. “You’re gonna come just from getting fucked, aren’t you? Dirty little incest slut.”
I reached down and jerked my own dick twice before I shot all over the couch cushion, hole clenching hard around him. That pushed him over. He buried himself to the root and unloaded, hot pulses flooding my guts. He stayed inside me, grinding slow while he finished emptying his balls.
When he finally pulled out, cum ran out of my stretched hole and down my balls. He scooped some up with two fingers and pushed it back in. “Keep that in there. I’m using this boypussy again after dinner.”
I stayed bent over the couch, hole twitching around his fingers, already wanting the next round. “Yes, Daddy. It’s all yours.”
