“Jesus Christ!” she gasped as she stared at my cock. I wasn’t sure if it was the size making her gasp like that, or the fact that her boyfriend’s son had just whipped out his dick in front of her.
“Told you it was big,” Dad bragged.
“Even bigger than yours,” I confidently said again, getting a rush of adrenaline at the reality of this beautiful girl staring at my cock with the awe girls usually reserved for the hot guys at my school.
I looked at Dad smugly, but he just gave me a nod… as if giving me silent permission to use his girlfriend. Feeling a confidence I never had other than in some of my jerk off fantasies, I moved my hands to Portia’s shoulders and firmly pushed down… just like I often did in my fantasies.
Like in my fantasies, I watched her fall for the idea instantly and allow herself to drop in front of me, her pretty face and delicious lips now poised right in front of my raging hard-on. I watched in awe as she wordlessly put her hand on my cock, not even able to wrap her hand entirely around it.
“Told ya, son,” Dad said, smiling. “They become completely entranced by a big, fat cock.”
Portia didn’t deny his statement; instead she stared at my cock and stroked it slowly… completely captivated by it. The next words out of my mouth shocked me completely as I heard myself order, “Suck it, Slut.”
She seemed to be about to say something, but I took the opening as my cue and slid my cock in her mouth.
“That’s my boy, just take what you want,” my Dad said proudly. I looked up at him and he was beaming approvingly at me for the first time ever. It gave me a rush.
Nothing can prepare you for your first blow job. You can imagine it. You can use a flesh light or some other sex toy. You can even try to fuck a pie like in the American Pie movie… which by the way is just messy and not very pleasurable… but the real thing is unlike anything you can ever imagine until it happens.
She bobbed on my cock slowly… thank God, as I could already feel my balls boiling in seconds, and I wanted this to last. Her mouth was so wet, which is a terribly feeble description to be coming from a Mensa brain like mine, but that’s the best I could do at the time. Her tongue was pleasuring me, her lips were pleasuring me, her wet oasis of wetness was pleasuring me (yeah, I know, pathetic; deal with it).
The sight of her lips wrapped around my cock only enhanced the pleasure, as her actions were so submissive: on her knees, bobbing on my cock, serving me.
Of course, I didn’t last two minutes.
I held back as long as I could though… before I grunted and without a word spewed my load down her throat.
The orgasm from oral sex was a million times better than my hand jobs could ever achieve. My entire body shook, my legs gave out a bit, and I actually needed her shoulders for balance as my load rocketed into her mouth.
She kept bobbing, milking my cock and retrieving all the cum she could… which was so fucking hot.
Suddenly Dad was there, I’d briefly forgotten he was even in the room, that my first blow job was not only a gift from his girlfriend, but she’d done it while he was here looking on. Portia was still slowly bobbing as he lifted her butt up and she somehow kept my cock in her mouth as he repositioned her onto all fours. He said, “Keep sucking, slut. A young first-time stud like my son will have another load ready for you very soon.”
Her response was to moan on my cock as he flipped up her skirt and slid into her cunt. I noticed her pantyhose were crotchless, which I had only seen in porn films, and that added to the hotness as I realized I was actually spit roasting a woman with my father! Bucket list item: check! (The spit roasting part, not because it was with my Dad on the other end.)
This was, without a doubt, the weirdest father-son bonding in history.
Dad explained, as he grabbed her hips and began fucking her hard, and she became a sexual rocking horse, “See my son, they can’t resist big, fat cock.”
“What if it’s only big or fat?” I asked, now wanting to learn from the master, no longer doubting his expertise or philosophy.
“It needs to have both to get them to do anything,” Dad said. “Sure, long is nice, but the thickness spreads her mouth, her pussy and her ass in ways that totally enhance her pleasure.”
“Giving a blow job is pleasurable for her?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah,” Dad nodded. “Serving a dominant man and making him happy is a major turn-on for a woman. Your Mother still loves sucking my dick. She blew me while you were packing.”
“While Portia was there too?” I questioned.
“Portia understands I’m not a one-woman man,” he said. “She just appreciates that she’s at the top of the hierarchy right now.”
“Surreal,” I said, as I watched her taking both our cocks at once.
“If you want, you can fuck her too,” Dad offered, “I’m sure she’d love your cock in her cunt or her ass… she really screams like a banshee when she takes it all in her ass… but on the other hand I think you’ll appreciate it more if you recruit your first cunt slut yourself.”
Although I did want to fuck this hot slut, Dad had a point. I needed to earn it; I needed to find my own slut. And with this new-found confidence, I somehow knew I could. I nodded, “Can I use her mouth all weekend?”
“Anytime,” Dad agreed.
“And I do plan to fuck her too, once I get my own cum slut,” I confidently said.
“I’m sure she’ll meet you anytime, anyplace to ride that cock or take it up her back door,” Dad agreed.
“Or both,” I added.
“There ya go, you really are a Walsh,” Dad beamed proudly.
“Now let’s double-team this slut,” I said, enjoying my new confidence, this fantasy becoming reality, even as I began sounding like just as big a dick as my father.
“You’re definitely my son,” Dad laughed, as I began to fuck her face as he fucked her. It was awkward at first, but soon we were all in unison.
She came first… backing her mouth off my cock so she could scream in ecstasy.
I slid it back in and scolded, “Don’t you ever take my cock out of your mouth without permission.”
“That’s it son, set clear boundaries,” Dad approved, before he grunted and shot his load into her.
As he pulled out, I grabbed her head and roughly face fucked her like I’d often fantasized doing to someone, so roughly that my balls bounced off her chin and her slobbering/gagging sounds were echoing around the room.
“Use her, son,” Dad approved. “Show her who’s in charge,” he added a dozen strokes later. “Train her to be a perfect cock sucker for Walsh men.”
“Oh yeah, slut, here it comes,” I declared, as I pumped as fast as I ever had… and shot a second load down her throat.
I kept pumping until I was spent, then I pulled out of her and collapsed on the nearby couch.
Portia looked dazed, confused and well fucked. As she looked blearily up at me from where she was lying on the floor, she said, “Holy fuck.”
“Did you enjoy that, my little whore?” Dad asked.
“It was so perversely twisted,” she said, looking like she was just now processing the reality that she’d just gotten spit-roasted by a son and his father.
“And?” Dad pressed.
“And it was fucking amazing,” Portia summarized, as she staggered to her feet only to collapse in a chair.
“You’re going to be his slut all weekend,” Dad added.
Not at all fazed by being given to another guy she asked, “you’re serious that I can’t fuck him?”
“That’s up to him,” he said.