Any time my father screwed me in my asshole, usually with me on my knees, it always took a lot of gentle effort. To say nothing of plenty of the peach or mango or pomegranate-flavored lubrication we used. It was just that his cock was so big-my small fingers couldn't even go all the way around the thickest part-and my tight young butthole was so little.
But it was definitely worth it, anal sex, for both of us.
“Daddy, this feels so dirty,” I'd moaned to him, that very first time.
“I can't believe it,” he'd breathed. “The head of my dick slid right in!”
It sure had.
And I'd definitely felt it wetly slip into me, widely opening my backdoor, as he'd called it. This was only about two months after we'd gotten used to regular fucking, the two of us sneaking around to do it every chance we could. So I was still only a sweet little 9-year-old schoolgirl.
But I'll admit I'd already developed into the most sexually eager 3rd-grader imaginable.
With the warm head of his dick already in me, my mouth was dry and I'd been swallowing repeatedly, my breathing ragged, following his instructions to relax my slick little butt-muscles. We were on the basement couch, me kneeling on it, naked, hanging onto the back of it with both hands. He was standing right behind me.
My mother was at work and my dad had driven home for lunch. To spend time alone with me, I knew.
“Your little asshole's throbbing like crazy!” he added.
I couldn't stop trembling, my knees buried in the couch and my skinny legs so shaky I was afraid I'd simply collapse into a little-girl puddle. Of course, the fact that I'd already had two orgasms and was on the verge of still another one had a lot to do with the shakiness.
That and the unbelievable sensations coursing through my quivering clit due to my brand new vibrator.
Ten minutes earlier, when my father first pressed the fleshy tip of his hard cock against my asshole, I'd been surprised but groaned and worked by bare ass back at him, wanting it inside of me. I'd had his finger up there before, sometimes while we screwed, and I knew how good it could feel. So I wanted him in either hole, my slippery pussy or my butt, just so I could go ahead and come.
He'd been fucking me doggy-style moments before, so I was lubricated like crazy and only about two seconds away from an orgasm.
And I didn't want him to stop. Or even to slow down.
“Daddy!” I gasped. “I'm ready to come!”
But he'd pulled his stiff dick out of my pussy, slick with my juices, and pressed it against my hot anus. Not going in yet but just holding it there.
“Let's try it in your butt, Emily,” he suggested. “We'll go real slow.”
I felt a sudden sick thrill at the idea, his dick going into my little asshole, not certain at that young age if it was something all girls did or just the bad ones. And that was also the first time he brought out a plastic tube of lubrication, the mango one. He set it aside on the couch.
“We'll use this,” he told me. “It's real slippery and it's flavored.”
I tried looking back over my shoulder at him.
“It's flavored, Daddy? Why?”
He gave me a little shrug.
“I'm going to lick your asshole,” he informed me, and gave one small cheek of my bare little butt a quick squeeze. “And stick my tongue in it, to relax you so my dick will go in easier.”
I have to admit, that sounded weird. But I was willing. I always was.
He'd been licking and sucking my pussy almost every time we had sex, and sticking his finger up my butt whenever I came (as an added little jolt of pleasure), so I just smiled back at him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
At the same time, though, the perverted thought of my own father licking my butthole, and sticking his tongue in it, seemed like such a filthy idea, it got me even more aroused than usual. My already rapid breath from our recent doggy-style fucking quickened even more, my heartbeat kicking up another notch.
And I was thinking that only really dirty girls, genuinely bad girls, would even consider doing such an indecent thing.
“Do you and mom do this, too?”
He merely laughed at that.
“Are you serious?” he asked. “Sweetheart, your mother won't let me within a mile of her asshole!”
That figured.
Even blowjobs were off-limits for her, I'd learned, except for once a year on their anniversary. And even then, she refused to let him come in her mouth, which I didn't understand. I always let him come in my mouth.
In fact, I loved it, his throbbing geyser of cum almost too much to swallow as it warmly filled my mouth and spurted down my throat. And sometimes, if I jacked him off with my mouth wide open so he could watch it going in, ropy strands of it got on my face and in my hair, the overflow running down my chin more often than not.
Which excited both of us.
“Wait right here, Emily,” he said suddenly, backing away and leaving me kneeling naked on the couch. And he went to get something. “Don't move.”
“Daddy, I want to come!” I called after him, a little crossly. Our sex had come to a dead stop and I knew he had to get back to work soon. “Do it with your fingers for me, then. Please…”
I was always so polite.
And I meant for him to just quickly masturbate me so I could finally come. I'd have done it myself, but it was always a better orgasm for me when fingers other than my own manipulated my slick little clitoris. Especially my dad's fingers. He always made me come really good.
But he surprised me again.
“Sweetheart, I bought you a present.”
And he showed me what I later learned was a butterfly vibrator. With a small remote control. It was a tiny flat vibrator, shaped like a little blue butterfly, so that (when worn) the butterfly's body fit directly over my sweet young clit. And, for added fun, the small wings fit snugly against the overly-sensitive lips of my pussy, up near the top.
Also, as a back-up to the remote control (if you somehow lost it, I guess), it also had a tiny on-off switch in the center of it.
“Let me put it on you,” my father said. “Stand up and turn around. But we need to keep it hidden down here in the basement. Your mother would go absolutely nuts if she found it.”
“I'll bet.”
Although I wasn't exactly sure what it even was.
I was studying it as he helped fit the stretchy lightweight harness to me, the small ribbon-sized straps going around my narrow bare hips and then under and around my skinny upper thighs. He used the tiny adjustment buckles to make it nice and tight, the effect entirely unnoticeable, he informed me, if worn inside my underpants.
“But what does it do?” I wanted to know. That's how naive I was at that age. “Will I be wearing it to school? Like, under my panties?”
He laughed at that.
“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.