Finally he was here, with me, primed for sex...the man I had lusted and ached for since I entered puberty. He slowly lowered his naked body onto mine and we met, chest to chest and cock to cock. As each inch of skin met mine electricity jolted from him into me, flowing directly to my stiff manhood. Our lips met, first tenderly, lovingly but as our passion grew the kisses became harder, more demanding. Mouths opened and our tongues embraced each other in their own, frantic sexual dance. He moaned words of love as he rolled me over, spread my ass cheeks apart and homed in on my pink, virgin mancunt. For twenty minutes he lapped and probed at my entrance, giving me sensations I never imagined possible. Finally I felt the head of his cock push against the lubed opening...the cock I had sucked just last week for the first time. He entered me slowly, carefully, until I was full of his manmeat, over the pain and ready to be fucked. Soon he was pounding my ass hard and fast, driven by his own lust for me. I felt the moment when I became a real man as his body stiffened, his cock spasmed and his copious seed flowed into my body. He was eighteen years older than me and happily married to his husband but he was who I wanted to take my cherry, to love me and be my lover for the rest of my life. He was my father, the man I respected most and now, with his seed in my body making me his, he was my lover and many more couplings were ahead of us. Tomorrow his husband would be home and I was to be the centerpiece of a threesome and experience a second lover marking my cunt as his.