Saturday, December 10, 2022

Birthday Fishing Trip

"Your pussy is so much tighter and way more hungry than your mom's, baby boy" Sean said to his step-son Zach. "Tell daddy you want him to breed your pussy."

"Cum in my pussy daddy."

For his 18th birthday, all Zach wanted was to go fishing at the family cabin by the lake with his step-dad Sean. Zach knew his mom wouldn't be interested in fishing so they'd be all alone, which is what Zach really wanted.

Sean, his step-father, was a runner and had a habit of stripping off his drenched clothes in the laundry room and parading nude to the upstairs shower. Zach would quietly sneak glances at Sean's hog: that was the best adjective he had for his step-dad's huge hanging dick and sack. He wondered if it was that fat and long soft, what would it be like hard? 

He aimed to find out for his birthday. Little did Zach know, Sean had seen Zach's gazing eyes lusting after his body. It's why he took his time making his way up the stairs. He'd also seen Zach sniffing his dirty shorts in the laundry room, so he had an Idea of what this "fishing" trip was all about. 

The morning after they arrived Sean woke early to go jog. Shorts, no t-shirt, and he stepped out into the world free-balling. The cabin was eerily still quiet when he got back and no Zach in sight. He stripped off his shoes, socks and shorts at the door as usual and headed to the first floor master bath. But when he walked into the master bedroom he got a surprise. There was Zach, naked on his bed; ass high in the air, legs spread wide open, his limp dick and testicles dangling below him, his back was arched and his head was on the bed.

Without even looking at Sean; Zach said, "All I want for my birthday Daddy is for you to cunt me and give me a pussy."

"So you really want to be Daddy's good lil girl then, huh? I thought that is what this trip was all about as you hate fishing."

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