Teach Me How To Take It In My Ass, Daddy : Anal Incest 44

I need someone to teach me the ways of anal sex.  After I discovered daddy’s wild past I realize he might be the man for me, but how do you convince your own father to put it in your ass?  You make it irresistible for him!

Read as I make him catch me in the tub, showing him my soapy hole and beginning for him to stretch it wide.

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I heard his bare feet against the cool floor tiles.

“We talked about it so much … I just had to try.”

I moved my fingers and continued to moan, putting on a show for daddy.  I didn’t imagine him to be looking anywhere else.

“I wish your mom would do that,” he hushed.

“I’m doing it,” I told him.  “I’m here.”

He perched on the edge of the tub and put a hand on my big ass.  He rubbed my toned butt, moving the soapy suds over it and spreading it so he could see inside.

“What do you see?” I asked.

He took a deep breath.  “I see your beautiful asshole, stretching around your fingers.”

“How does it make you feel?”

“It makes me feel like I want to be inside it.”

“You can be,” I said, and I moved my fingers out from the tight grip of my muscle.  “If you want to be.”

Daddy kept me spread, and I realized that my asshole didn’t fully close.  I’d never experienced anything like that before, but the muscle seemed to stay agape, as though I’d broken it.

“Maybe I want to be,” he said, and then I felt his hand move into the cleavage of my butt.  Suddenly he was breaching the tight muscle.  It was a thrill to have someone else touch me there, and not know what they were going to do next.

“Oh, daddy,” I moaned.

He pushed two fingers inside me, and it was abundantly clear that daddy’s fingers were thicker than mine.  My butt stretched wider than it had yet, and daddy sucked a breath through his teeth as he watched.

“So tight …” he said.  “Damn, I bet that would feel good.”

“It does feel good,” I confessed, and I closed my eyes to focus on it.

He slipped into me, and I started to feel a stimulus in my pussy now as he pleasured it from the opposite side.

Daddy brought his other hand to me, and he cupped it beneath me like he was feeding a horse.  He rubbed at my pussy and moved up to my clitoris.  I was so amazed that he seemed to know exactly how to please me, but I guess daddy was experienced.  You don’t make it to forty-three without learning a thing or two, but at nineteen I was oblivious to that.  I’d only ever been with guys my age.

“That feel good?” he asked.

“I think you know the answer.”

He let out a soft laugh and then pushed his fingers into my pussy too.  His hands worked together, and I started to moan louder.

I bit my bicep as my heart raced.  I could taste the soap on my skin, but that wasn’t exactly the pervading sensation at that time.

Daddy’s fingers worked me like an instrument, moving through both holes in glorious harmony.

“Good girl,” daddy said, and that really started to get me going.

It was such a simple piece of praise, but it rattled something inside me.  He’d used it one me a ton when I was growing up, and I think it made things hit home suddenly.  It was like ‘your daddy is fingering your ass!’ and I just lost it.

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