“You could,” he smiled. “But you'd better not.”
And he turned me back around and positioned me the way I was earlier, on my knees on the couch, hanging onto the back of it, with my bare little ass right out there for him. Like I said, I wasn't exactly certain what was about to happen, but I was betting it'd be something fun.
“Just be patient,” he told me. “Emily, arch your lower back so your butt sticks up a little more.”
“Okay.”
As soon as I did, moving my knees slightly wider so he could get at me better, he squirted a thick line of the mango lubrication into the warm crack of my butt. He next squirted a big glob right on my asshole, then set aside the tube. When he slipped a finger up my ass, it went in easily.
“I'm getting it all in there,” he told me. “The lubrication.”
“It feels good,” I told him. He was slowly moving his finger in and out of my twitchy little butthole, opening me up slightly back there as he did so. Then he inserted a second finger into me.
That was a first.
“I've got two fingers in your ass,” he said. “Does it hurt?”
I shook my head. “It still feels good,” I let him know. “Like you're fingerfucking my butt. I think I can come if you keep doing it…”
“You're going to come, all right,” he said. “Just wait.”
And he spread the small rubbery cheeks of my 9-year-old ass apart and pressed his face into the warm crack between them.
His tongue found my asshole easily and began probing into it, the sensation exactly as I'd expected: perverted. I mean, my dad was licking my asshole, his hot tongue encircling it repeatedly and then, every few moments, pressing against it as if he wanted his tongue to actually go inside my butt!
“Daddy, this feels so wrong!” I had to laugh nervously. “It's my asshole!”
“I know, sweetheart,” he managed to say.
He was still holding my ass open with his fingers, not only licking into my little puckered butthole, but also taking the time to lick up and down my entire crack. I could tell he really liked doing it, too.
“Just relax, Emily,” he said. “You're already opening up back here…”
That seemed to be true.
I could feel my asshole throbbing at the sensation of his tongue, and it did seem to open as he licked into it, the tip of his tongue finally going deeper into my butt as he did it. In fact, it suddenly seemed as if his tongue was inside my hot anus, probing so deeply into me the sensation felt very exciting. Sexually exciting. Even better than his two fingers had.
“Tell me what this feels like,” he said then.
And he pressed the small dial-like button on the remote control, sending the butterfly into action. The vibrations buzzed through my already tingling clit, even the lips of my cunt under the blue plastic wings suddenly alive with the sensation.
“Oh, God!!” I panted. My hands suddenly gripped the back of the couch so hard I couldn't let go. “Uhhhh! Uhhh! Daddy, I don't believe it! Uhhh! I'm already coming like crazy! Ohhh!”
In fact, the vibrations were so insanely intense that I came like a box of fireworks, my dripping cunt and my asshole both spasming with explosions of pleasure that had me groaning and panting for breath. My pussy was gushing wetness, my trembling inner thighs already coated with my own oily moisture.
“It's so good!” I kept moaning, the butterfly vibrator on my clit and my father's probing tongue in my hot asshole almost too much to take. “Daddy, I'm coming again! Ohhh, God, it's unbelievable! Uhhh!”
And it was then that my father pulled his face out of the hot crack of my ass, got into position and pressed the very tip of his cock against my throbbing asshole. As I wildly squirmed and panted, he squirted another large glob of mango-flavored lubrication into the juncture of his penis and my throbbing little anus.
And very gently, but persistently, he pressed his hips forward, which is when the entire swollen head of his thick cock sort of wetly popped into me, my butthole throbbing open to admit him.
“You're in my asshole,” I panted, tensing slightly. “It hurts just a little.”
“We're in no hurry,” he said to me. He gripped my slender trembling hips with both hands, staying in place behind me. “That's far enough in, for today, so I'll fuck you with just the head of my dick.”
He began almost imperceptibly rocking back and forth, the swollen tip of his cock staying where it was, going no deeper into my ass, but gripped so tightly by my asshole that he ejaculated up my rectum as soon as my new vibrator made me come again.
“I'm coming in your asshole, Emily!” my dad announced, the head of his dick suddenly jerking wildly within me. “I'm filling your little angel butt with cum! God, I love you so much!”
“I love you, too, Daddy,” I breathed. “Uhhh! Uhh! It just feels so good!”
My own orgasm, my third in the last few minutes, was overwhelming, especially with my own father's cock wedged into my ass. I squirmed back against him, pressing against his rigid cock until another slick inch or so slipped into me, a follow-up stream of his cum shooting hotly into my butt.
“I'm coming so hard!” I groaned, my orgasm seeming to go on and on. “Fuck my little asshole, Daddy, fuck it! Ohhh, God, I love it so much!”
And after several more long moments of groaning and panting and squirming my little bare ass back into him, I collapsed forward against the back of the couch, hanging onto it limply as he finally turned off the vibrator.
“Daddy…”
“I know, sweetheart,” he told me, as he slid his dick out of my still-throbbing little asshole. “That was great! You're so damn much fun to fuck! It's all I ever think about anymore, fucking you.”
“I liked it in my ass,” I said, half-turning to him. “You can try getting it in deeper next time.”
He just looked at me for a long moment, then kissed the backs of my narrow bare shoulders, one kiss on each side.
“No wonder I love you so much.”
And so over the next two years, we often added anal sex to our time together. Yet, as often as we tried, I could still only take about half of my father's thick cock up my little asshole, maybe 3 or 4 inches. It was that thick. Of course, getting even that much of it into me felt indescribably pleasurable to us both, especially when I climaxed and my clenching butt squeezed all that hot cum right out of him.
It was always great dirty fun.
We also used my secret butterfly vibrator every chance my dad and I could, like under my panties in the car during a quick trip to the hardware or grocery store. The orgasms I could build up to almost knocked me unconscious, particularly if we went for three or four in a row.
Once, when we were at the Greenbriar Mall and got ice cream, I came so hard when he used the tiny remote that I slid right out of my plastic seat onto the floor at the Food Court. It was like I was suddenly all lightheaded and my legs got too weak to hold me up, so my butt just slid out from under me.
The Security people rushed over to see if I was okay and they helped me up, but my dad sat me back down and told them he thought I was just getting the flu. He felt my forehead and nodded.
“I'm okay, really,” I stammered, embarrassed but my voice shaky like maybe I really was getting the flu. Plus I was flushed, so it seemed believable. “Just let me sit here for a minute…”
Then on the ride home my dad made me come twice more, my panties so soaked it made the crotch of my jeans look like I wet myself. I had to sneak upstairs and change them before my mother found out.
Luckily, when my mother finally did catch us fucking, my father and I were just going at it in the regular old way, my blue butterfly hidden under the cushions. We were merely an oversexed dad screwing his little oversexed daughter, possibly for the first time ever (that was our story, and we stuck to it).
Had my mother walked in on my father with his big cock stuck up my throbbing little 11-year-old asshole, using a tube of tropically-flavored lubrication, and with her darling youngster wearing a fancy little blue butterfly vibrator no less, I'm certain there'd have been actual bloodshed.
CHAPTER 4
