Anal Incest 8-Pack : Books 33 – 40

Dirty daughters taking it deep in their butt for the first time in painful, rough anal sessions at the mercy of their own daddies!  It’s some of the naughtiest erotica on the planet – come see if you can handle it!

Stories include Anal Incest Books 33 – 40: ‘Daddy The Bidet Salesman,’ ‘Strapped In The Sex Swing,’ ‘Does My A Look Big In This, Daddy?’ ‘Putting Daddy’s C In My Virgin A,’ ‘The Lingerie Photoshoot,’ ‘Daddy Tears Open Her Skintight Pants And F’s Her Ass,’ ‘I Jump Out Of Daddy’s Bachelor Cake And He F’s My Ass Without Knowing It’s Me,’ and ‘Butt F’d By Daddy Before Breakfast.’

Read An Excerpt

“Take down your pants,” he said in that cool, commanding voice of his.

And you know what?  I did.  I bit my lip and just went for it, pushing down my sweatpants and showing daddy the good job that I’d done of my ass.

He took a deep breath.  “Panties too, Carla.”

This was it.  I breathed deep too, battling to control my nerves.  I pushed my panties down now, sure that it was what daddy wanted.  He wasn’t joking anymore, and neither was I.  This was it.

“Oh, Carla,” were his first words as he saw my ass revealed to him.

I bent over to push my panties down my legs further and daddy gripped my calf.

“Stay there,” he said.  “That’s it.  Oh, Carla.”

He used his hand to split my ass open roughly, gripping it firmly and pushing it aside to see the naughtiness beyond.

I could feel the blood rushing to my face, partly in nervous embarrassment and partly with arousal.  I was baring myself to daddy completely and showing him a part of myself that had long been off-limits, even to me.

Before now it was a one-way hole with only one purpose, but now that it was all spruced up and spick-and-span, the potential seemed limitless.

“There it is,” daddy said.

“Good enough to eat,” I reminded him.  “That’s what you said, right?”

“I’m a man of my word,” he said, talking right into my ass.

My eyes bulged as I anticipated his next move.  His face pressed into my soft cheeks, and I felt his stubble against my bare skin.

Next came the first lick from his tongue as it washed over me, delighting those sensitive nerve-endings that I’d discovered only moments earlier when I’d washed myself thoroughly.  Before now it was shower scrunchies that had done the bulk of the work, but after using my fingers I realized there was more pleasure to be had from the sinful little knot of muscle.  With daddy’s tongue dancing over it, it was obvious that I’d been mistaken.  This was something to behold, and something that was instantly on the list of things I enjoyed doing.

“Oh, daddy,” I purred, closing my eyes to his touch.

“Good, isn’t it?” he asked, and he started to circle my hole with the point of his tongue before pushing it inside.

I could feel his teeth against me, such was his willingness to penetrate me with his slippery mouth-muscle.

It eased me open steadily and muscle met muscle.  His tongue pushed a way inside and I felt the heady bliss of ass-licking be revealed to me.  It felt amazing.  It was as though I was drifting away on a cloud of eroticism.  Daddy was enjoying the naughtiest part of me, and there was something thrilling about that.  I’d never seen a finer display of his love than that, and I instantly wanted more.

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