Every girl dreams of a man who adores her pussy like this
I actually caught myself saying “Awwww!” out loud as I watched him make his initial approach on that pussy.
This is literally the greatest. He clearly knows and appreciates just how lucky he is to own his pussyboi’s cunt.
1) Make sure your Man loves your pussy like this guy loves his girl’s, otherwise is it really worth it?
2) There has to be a longer version of this video. Can one of you out there pleeeease find it? I’m sure we’d ALL love to see it!
Always hot to see a stud who understands how to treat a pussy
Even though Daddy nursed me on his cock honey (precum), was feeding me his daddy milk (cum) and trained my boycunt by tonguing & fingering me to dry climaxes since before I could remember, he didn’t pop my cherry and complete my training as a pussyboy until the night of my 12th birthday. He said it was family tradition, but I didn’t understand that it was the age when Grandpa on my Daddy’s side broke in Daddy and each of his brothers until Uncle Dennis, Daddy’s older brother, came to town on a visit a few weeks later and took me out camping and spent the weekend breeding me along with his son, my older cousin Marky. Anyway, even though Daddy waited a long time to pop me, it was only 2-3 months after that when he began to loan me out to his buddies. I guess he could see how much I loved getting fucked & wanted to make sure my growing appetite for man cock and daddy milk got fed instead of leaving me to my own devices and maybe getting into trouble, and while he was at use my boycunt to pay off some debts.
Unlike the times when it was his turn to host poker night at our house, when Mama & my sister would go over to stay at Aunt Linda’s apartment & each of Daddy’s buddies would take turns coming to my room to use me while Daddy and the other’s played poker in the kitchen, Daddy rarely stayed when he loaned me out. Instead, while Mama and my sister went to Church on Sundays, Daddy would tell me to stay home because he needed me for chores, then he’d tell me to put on my cut-off jeans and tee shirt, then drive me over to one of his buddy’s places and leave me there telling me that he needed me to do yard work to help pay off money he owed. Daddy would just tell me “be a good boy and do as you’re told”, then he’d leave me. After he’d pick me up later that afternoon Daddy would ask me if I had done as I was told and something like, “he didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to, did he?” and when I’d tell him “no”, he’d say, “that’s my boy, now let’s get you home and cleaned up”. We’d just pretend like I had really done yard work and I could tell by Daddy’s tone that he didn’t want to discuss it.
The buddy Daddy loaned me out to first and most often was Jerry, The daddy in this picture reminds me a lot of Jerry. He wasn’t pretty or handsome in the classical sense. Jerry worked as a long haul trucker and between jobs he was always involved in what he called “business deals” that Daddy told me it was best not to ask any questions or speak about. Jerry was divorced and when he wasn’t on the road he lived in a crumby little house with no grass in the yard and full of all kinds of junk, so I knew something was up the first time Daddy told me he was taking me over to Jerry’s to do yard work. My Mama hated Jerry because he was always smoking cigarettes, smelled of beer, Irish Spring soap and Old Spice aftershave; and making dirty jokes & crude comments. Whenever he cussed in front of Mama he’d say, “oh shit, sorry” just to get her goat. She hated him. Like the man in this picture Jerry had a bit of a beer gut, but powerful muscles and was always in a stained tank top, usually with an equally stained open work shirt over it. Jerry’s beard was a little more straggly and he had really big forearms with blue anchor tattoos on each, just like Pop-eye. Jerry had two sons, Billy & Eric, who lived with their mama and sometimes they’d come spend the weekends with Jerry, but the first several times Jerry had me over to fuck me, his boys weren’t there.
I was scared of Jerry because he was so crude and rough. And the first time Daddy dropped me off I was dreading spending the morning helping to clean up the junkyard around his house.
"Well, let’s have a look at ya," Jerry said after Daddy drove away leaving me & Jerry standing in the dusty yard between his semi truck rig and the front door of his house. Jerry had a short but of a cigar in in the corner of his mouth that wasn’t lit, but he make it move from side to side in his mouth without touching it with his hands, which always fascinated me. The way Jerry looked at me made me real uncomfortable, especially when he told me, "turn around and let’s see that sweet little ass".
I could feel my cheeks burning as I turned my back to Jerry. I had started noticing some of my teachers and my friend’s dads looking at me like he was, and I liked it when they did it, but they were all nice to me, and Jerry was always gruff and mean sounding. The cutoff jean shorts Daddy had me wear were really too small for me - I had outgrown them the summer before and Mama had made them into cut-offs for swimming, but in the year since then the leg holes had frayed until there as barely anything more than the quarter inch or so where the inseams crossed over between the legs and the bottoms of my butt cheeks only covered by my Batman underwear briefs could be seen from the back.
Jerry let out a low whistle, as he looked at me and said, “Damn, if that don’t look good enough to eat, and I am one hungry man.”
The next thing I knew Jerry was behind me, his big, rough hand reaching in side the back of my cutoffs, hoisting me up with one powerful arm and carrying me inside his house. Let out a squeal of surprise and Jerry laughed as he carried me straight through the living room and into his darkened bedroom, tossing me onto a big bed that made waves and sloshing sounds when I landed. The curtains were closed, so it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, but as they did I saw Jerry standing in the doorway to the bedroom. He peeled his wife beater tee shirt over his head as he walked into the room, tossing it into a hamper in the corner, piled full of clothes. But to my surprise, other than the hamper overflowing with clothes, the room was sparsely furnished with old furniture, but clean and neat. Jerry kept leering at me with a dirty grin as he stepped over to the dresser, removing his wallet and keys from his stained work paints, and placing them on top of the dresser.
"You like my waterbed, pussyboy?" Jerry said with a grin. "I sure hope so, because if you’re as sweet and juicy as you look, you’re gonna be spending a lot of time in here," he said as he unbuckled his big trucker belt and let his work pants drop to the ground. I expected him to just step out of them, but instead he picked them up, shook out the wrinkles and folded them over the back of a chair next to the dresser. Then Jerry turned and looked at me again, taking the cigar butt out of his mouth with one hand while he obscenely groped the front of his dingy boxer shorts.
My mind was racing as it dawned on me that my Daddy had brought me to Jerry to use. I was stunned, not sure if the cold tingling I felt over my body was terror or dread. Jerry scared me and I was certain he’d be rough and mean, but deep inside my boycunt I felt that special tingle of anticipation as I began to wonder if his cock was as big as Daddy’s and if Jerry was really about to get naked in front of me. I shivered, partly from the flood of confusing emotions, partly from the cool air coming from the wall mounted ac in the bedroom.
"You cold pussyboy?" Jerry asked in his gruff voice as he kicked off his work shoes and socks, never taking his eyes off me as I say in the center of the bed, my knees drawn up to my chest, and never taking his hand off the growing bulge in his white boxer shorts which despite being grayed with age and wear still seemed to glow in the darkened bedroom. Jerry then added impatiently, "I asked if you were cold, pussyboy."
"Y, yes sir," I managed to stammer, The irritation in Jerry’s voice had tipped the scales in the emotions I was feeling toward fear and I could feel my eyes starting to burn as they filled with tears. "J, j, just a little, sir."
"Well, don’t you worry bout that none," Jerry chuckled lewdly as he walked over to stand beside the bed, placing his cigar butt in an ashtray on the bedside table along side a bottle of baby oil and a small brown bottle without a label. As he turned on the lamp on the bedside table I could clearly see the tube-shaped bulge he continued to grip was bigger than my Daddy’s cock. "From what your daddy tells me, you get hot as fire when he eats that sweet little pussy of yours, and even hotter when he fucks you, so we’ll be sweatin’ up a storm in no time. Now get that faggy little shirt and them daisy dukes off. Daddy Jerry wants to unwrap his new little fuck toy."
I was still stunned, barely able to comprehend what was happening. At this point Daddy hadn’t shared me or loaned me out before and every time he fucked me he would swear me to secrecy, saying no one could ever know. I felt betrayed, but excited too. Suddenly Jerry’s scent of cigars, Irish Spring soap and Old Spice aftershave had me feeling sexy, but that didn’t stop one of the tears that had already welled up in my eyes from rolling down my cheek.
"Hey, what’s this," Jerry growled, sounding angry like he always did. He swiftly sat down on the bed next to me and as I reflexively flinched away from him he wrapped his powerful arm around me, pulling me back next to him. I tried not to, but a squeal of shock at his swift, powerful movements startled me and I squeaked like a girl. "No stop that," Jerry commanded. He brought his other hand up to my face and then slowly, gently touched his thick, blunt finger to my cheek, pulling it back and holding the wet finger out in front of both of us.
"Why you crying, little bud?" Jerry asked, his voice sounded less angry, almost concerned. "This part of the game, or are you really scared of old Jerry?"
"G, g, game?" I asked meekly, turning to look into Jerry’s face, suddenly unsure if I should feel scared or safe in his powerful arms. By now tears were rolling down both cheeks. I must have looked terrified because Jerry’s normally stern face suddenly turned soft and his big, brown eyes filled with concern like I had never seen before.
"What did your daddy tell you he was dropping you off for?" Jerry asked softly.
As I managed to stammer out that all Daddy had said was that he was leaving me to do chores and that I should do whatever Jerry said, the gruff, crude brutish Jerry turned into a big sad teddy bear. I even thought I could see tears starting to well up in his eyes. Jerry’s powerful grip softened and as he began to speak again, he still sounded a little angry, but more than anything I could tell he felt bad about scaring me.
"Ah hell son," Jerry said softly. "I can be an ornery old cuss, but when have I ever given you cause to think I might really hurt you? I just like to play rough is all, and I thought your daddy told you why he left you here. He said you were a pretty wild little fuck yourself too. I just thought we could have a little fun is all."
"Daddy said I’m a wild…" I hesitated.
"Fuck," Jerry said, rolling his eyes. "Hell boy, you’re in my bed dressed like a $2 whore next to a nearly naked man with a dick has hard as diamond just drooling to taste your pussy, if there’s ever a time when you can talk dirty, it’s now. Yeah, your daddy said you’re a wild little fuck, promised me you’ve got a cunt that can milk the chrome off a trailer hitch, that you just can’t get fucked enough. But it’s looking like he done sold me a bill of goods if you start crying with just a little dirty talk."
"No!" I said, the volume of my voice surprising even myself. "I, I mean, my Daddy didn’t lie," I said more calmly, noticing the corner of Jerry’s mouth twitch with amusement. "I do, I do like to…"
"Say it, pussyboy," Jerry commanded with a dirty grin. "Talk dirty to Daddy Jerry."
"I do like getting my boycunt kissed, and licked, and fingered, and fucked," I declared, noticing Jerry gripping the bulge in his boxers as it jumped. The fly of his boxers was starting to spread open and as I spoke, letting my nasty desires out for the first time I strained to see what lay inside, below the thick tufts of pubic hair. "I love it when my boycunt gets fucked real hard and when I get filled with daddy milk."
"Well that’s good," Jerry crooned obscenely as he reached inside the fly of his boxers and pulled out a daddy cock that was longer and thicker than my daddy’s. Even more fascinating to me, there was a collar of skin covering the back half of the head - something I’d never seen before. The sight of a thick, glistening drop of cock honey hanging from the slit of Jerry’s big daddy dick made me lick my lips in anticipation. "Because Daddy Jerry loves nothing better than eating and popping sweet little boy cherries like yours. I’m gonna make love to your boycunt with my tongue until you’re begging me to pop you and then I’m gonna open you up and turn you into Daddy’s little cock whore".
"But my cherry has already been popped," I said innocently.
"Yes, I know, baby boy," Jerry chuckled, hugging me to his side. "But I like to pretend, you know, play make believe. You see, you’re a very special boy, the kind most daddies would give their left nut for. Lots of daddies wish their sons had what it takes to be a pussyboy. I tried training both my boys, but they just don’t have what it takes. No matter how much I licked & fingered their holes, they just couldn’t relax and enjoy it, and no matter how much I worked with them, when I popped their cherries, the just whined & cried like little bitches. I like a rough fuck, I love it when a boy struggles & pretends not to like it at first, but then I want to see them start to like it and beg me to nut in their cunt. But neither of my boys can enjoy getting fucked."
"Well, I like it," I said.
"And that’s why you’re hear, baby," Jerry said sweetly. "Just look at how you’ve got Daddy’s cock all hard & dripping." Jerry squeezed the fat head and the cock honey gathered in his piss slit rolled out in a thick, clear ball onto his finger. As he brought his finger to my mouth, he said softly in a husky voice. "I’d sure like to play like you were my little boy, pretend you ain’t never been fucked before, have you beg me to stop, then fall in love with my big cock in your pussy."
"Oh fuck, that’s nasty," Jerry said as I took his cock honey covered finger into my mouth. The flavor was unmistakable, salty-sweet, but at the same time different than my Daddy’s cock honey. "So how about it, sport? Wanna play daddy pops his pussyboy with ole Jerry?"
"Yes sir," I said, mesmerized by the sight of Jerry squeezing more cock honey onto his finger to feed to me. "I mean, yes Daddy".
In less than five minutes Jerry had us both stripped naked, me on my stomach, back arched with my hungry boycunt spread open, getting tongue fucked and fingered as I whimpered & pleaded, “no, please daddy, it’s wrong.”
"shut up you little whore," Jerry growled between swipes across my loosening boycunt, the whiskers of his beard scraping my sensitive hole, driving me wild, wondering if his bigger cock would feel better than my real Daddy’s cock, or if it would trigger even more intense anal climaxes than my own father’s.
In addition to daddy/boy rape role play, Daddy Jerry as I came to know him introduced me to poppers that morning as he rough fucked me to four dry orgasms, filling my boycunt with two loads of daddy milk before pulling out to rest. My boycunt hadn’t been this sore since the night Daddy took my cherry for real.
"Damn, son," Jerry panted as he sat up against the headboard & lit a cigarette. "I knew you were going to be a sweet fuck, but I never woulda guessed you’d turn out to be such a fucking little cock whore. Shit, I ain’t never had a pussyboy work his cunt muscles like that, not even when I took leave and fucked that rent boy in Bangkok back in my Navy days. I do believe you’ve got the hottest little boycunt I’ve ever fucked. Your daddy wasn’t lyin’. No siree."
I love Daddy-son fantasies.
"Oh, hey dude… no sorry, my big bro aint home… huh? He said he would be? Shit, sorry dude, just me here… my Dad isn’t even home from work yet… yeah, I just got home from school… relaxing… haha you know… you can hang around and wait for my bro if you want? I’m sure you’ll think of sumthin to do to pass the time…"
That pussy is so open and inviting…
The milking machine and nipple clamps haven’t even been applied, and the cunt is already hyperventilating.
happy locker room cum whore
SO PROUD of you kids!
Daddy’s teaching his sons how to pleasure a man.
Brutal Russian bull
I’d like to lick his yummy chest and pat his hard muscles …
I Get Kick Out Of Russian Guys
I’d love to see this bitch with tit-clamps on…