Spin The Bottle : Ass Fucked Daughters 19

Everyone’s got a friend like Carla-Jean.  She’s the one who goads you into doing something you normally wouldn’t and makes you get in trouble.  Well that day was no different.  She tempts Daddy into a round of spin-the-bottle and we wind up doing something so sinful that I wonder if I should even tell you!  Read as Daddy puts it in my ass with Carla-Jean’s help.

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Everything was happening so quickly that I barely had chance to take it all in.  I grabbed the bottle excitedly now, wondering what the next installment of debauchery was going to be.

I span it and the three of us looked down on it.  It was like a powerful vessel of fate that held all possibilities in its innocuous rotation.

It settled again on me and I looked forward to await my dare.  Carla-Jean always seemed one step ahead, knowing exactly what dare she had in store.

“Put your Daddy’s cock in your ass,” she said.

My mouth dropped open in shock.  “We—we can’t do that.”

“Why not?” she asked.

“He’s my Daddy.”

“And?” Carla said.  “You’ve seen his cock.  He’s seen your asshole.  Let’s put two-and-two together.  Mr. Matthews?”

“I guess we could,” Daddy said.

I couldn’t believe what the game had done to him.  My otherwise straight-laced Daddy was now seriously considering stuffing his cock into my ass.

“We need lube, don’t we?” I said.

Carla-Jean was getting excited.  She knew it was going to happen and she was prepared to do anything to help.

“I can do that,” she said.

“You have some?”

She pushed out her tongue and waggled it.  “Spit,” she said.

“That’ll work,” Daddy said.

“You’re gonna spit on my ass?”

“No,” Carla said.  “I’m going to lick it.”

Daddy couldn’t believe his ears.  He looked at me and awaited the response.

If I’m honest the idea of Carla’s tongue in my ass sounded like a perfect way to get back at her after all these years.

“Lay it on me,” I said, and I turned around and bent over.

“That’s my girl,” Carla said.

She crawled over behind me and I felt her hands on the cheeks of my ass.

“Wait,” Daddy said.  “I want a good view of this.”

He moved to the side and sat high on his knees, looking down as Carla-Jean’s face moved towards my ass.  I could feel her breath on my wet pussy as she let out another giggle.

“What?” I laughed.  “Just do—”

Her tongue pressed against my sensitive knot and I felt the strange, surreal sensation.  She washed it around the knot and pushed a little ways inside and my eyes damn-near rolled out of my skull.  It was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

“Oh, fuck,” I hushed, hanging my head.

I looked to the carpet and concentrated on her swirling tongue.

“That’s so hot,” Daddy said.

I looked back at him and smiled, then I looked at his huge cock that was jutting out from his body.  I wondered how the fuck I was going to take him.

In the meantime Carla was getting adventurous with her finger and probing the tip a little ways inside.  I didn’t stop her.  I wasn’t about to put an end to how amazing it felt.

“Should I leave you two to it,” Daddy said wryly.

Carla pulled away and laughed.  “Sorry,” she said.  “I was getting carried away.”

Daddy moved in behind me and Carla took a hold of his dick.  She held the tip against my ass.

“Ready?” she asked.

“Uh-huh,” I said.

“Give it her, Mr. Matthews,” Carla urged.

Daddy pressed forwards and I felt his cock start to stretch me open.

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