Anal Addiction
Anal Addiction (Mg7 inc anal pett solo)
A tale about a delicious little bottom by M8R1X [REV 10 Oct 22]
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An annoying patch of warmth brushed over the cool skin of my cheek like a small hand and dragged me from my sleep. I tried to swat it… but it was gone. However, I was awake now and didn’t want to be. I wanted my dream back but it had vanished along with my sleep and it was pointless to try and regain it. Then, it turned into a dazzling bright light that pierced my eye like a hot dagger that exploded inside my head. This time I shook my head and twisted it before I opened my eyes. Bugger, I forgot to close the drapery and an aggravating, lone beam of sunlight had invaded my dark abode. So, I pulled the duvet over my head and enjoyed a few more minutes of darkness before I rose to greet the day.
Damn, I was humpy this morning. It must have been a nice dream the rude sun had deprived me of. My cock fairly pounded as it tented the covers and the friction felt awfully nice but my hand felt much better after I gave it a few pulls.
“Where’s my girl at?” I asked myself because I thought she was the one that woke me.
It would have been much nicer if it was her rather than the sun because of the throbbing steel cutter I now had. Oh, how I wanted her under the covers to dispatch it for me. I was so hard I could give that tough little cherry of hers another go without bending in half. Try as we may, the stubborn thing refused to yield and she wanted to be rid of the hindrance as much as I did.
“You are awake,” my daughter, Mary, exclaimed as she shuffled into the room and crawled under the covers with me, “Nice!” she said as she gripped my cock, “We need to take care of this.”
My wife’s business called her away so much, we hardly ever spent time in bed together, but then again, she didn’t spend time with me when she was around. After Mary was born, she simply lost all of her sex drive; never to return. My daughter was different though. That hot little arse of hers was always ready, willing and able. She would drop her knickers anywhere at anytime and she wanted it a lot more than I could give her; which was all of the time. That all started at the tender age of seven with a simple kiss… on her bottom.
The first time I kissed that sweet little pucker I squirted my pants without touching myself which was a first for me. It had never happened before and it amazed me when it happened. As soon as my lips grazed that precious little brown bud of hers the sperm blasted the front of my trousers out with a ferocity and strength that left me stunned.
Most amazingly though, while come dripped down my leg, my daughter begged, “Daddy, do that again.”
As drained as I was after shooting in my pants, I couldn’t tear my eyes from the little puckered hole or prevent another steel pole from forming. “That was not me,” I reassured myself, “I simply don’t kiss arse holes and if I did, I certainly wouldn’t squirt in my pants.”
We all know what goes down that one way street back there. It’s repulsive if you think about it, well, at least it was. I did wash it and it was clean when I kissed it.
“Why, oh why did I respond in that way?” I asked myself.
I certainly left my senses, but did I leave my body also? Maybe some evil spirit snatched me away so they could do it because I would never do anything like that, or would I? I felt like the same person, however, I wanted to do it again like she just asked me to. The blood had already drained from my upper head and propped a full tent in my pants before the first load of sperm had a chance to cool. That wasn’t normal, now was it?
My lips were irresistibly drawn to that dark little pucker and it was electric when they met. I grasped a cheek in each hand, curled my tongue into a hard point and speared it into her bottom.
It must have felt good the way she hummed. She pushed her bum into my mouth and wiggled it while she chanted, “Hmmm, more… more, more, more, do it more. Hmmm…”
Her little sphincter was clamped so tight I couldn’t pierce the ring of muscle like I wanted, so I begged her, “Push out for me so I can get inside.”
She grunted as she squeezed back and the sweet little ring rolled itself around my tongue until I grazed the spongy walls of her rectum. She squealed and continued her mantra, “So good, daddy, so good… more, more, more, ahhh, do it some more.”
I imagined that I would have been revolted to have my tongue inside my girl’s arse, but I wasn’t. It wasn’t the horrid taste and smell I would have expected under different circumstances, but only a mild, earthy flavour along with a heady scent that went straight to my prick.
My cloth bound beast cried for its freedom. Hence, I tore it from its prison so I could release the burning load from my bursting balls. Reluctantly, I relinquished my hold on the supple, warm cheeks while I urgently struggled with my belt and flies.
“Ahhh,” I sighed in relief as I wrapped my hand around the throbbing pole and squeeze my tongue deeper inside the silky tube.
With frustration she begged, “Deeper, daddy, deeper, can’t you go deeper?”
Her frustration mirrored my own because I desperately wanted to lick her back teeth, but my tongue was not long or formidable enough to complete the task. However, I believed my fingers were. With a dribble of spittle, I managed to pierce the tiny ring with my digits and squeeze them into the rubbery tube. The wet heat inside made me groan and redouble the speed of my stroking fist while I explored my daughter’s arse for the very first time. When my knuckles reached her tight little wrinkled pucker, I twisted them into her in an effort to reach even deeper. It made her squeal and groan while my sperm splattered against her leg.
The sensation of her hot anal canal as it squeezed my finger evoked powerful imagery inside my head. For an instant, while my legs shook, I imagined my cock lobbed spurt after slimy spurt deep into her rectum.
“What is that gooey stuff?” My daughter asked.
After my brain cleared I answered, “Sorry love, I couldn’t help it.”
“It’s yucky.”
“I know it is, sweetheart, let me clean it up for you,” and mopped it up with a damp flannel.
However, it was a mood breaker to be dragged out of the fantasy world and back to reality. That was the most intense erotic episode of my life. She wasn’t enthused about the sticky stuff I left on her leg, but the rest met with her sincere approval.
The very next day, she begged for me to do it again. I was not compelled to do it but driven to kiss and finger her bottom again. That carried on daily for several weeks until, to her immense delight, I was able to twist three fingers into her little bottom. It was I diddled her little bean while I reamed her bum that she experienced an orgasm and the unexpected event took us both by surprise. Until that time, I never knew a girl her age could experience one.
Strong electric shocks shook her for an instant and were so good, she wanted more of them, more often, and she would frequently demand, “That was a scrummy one. I want some more.” After she discovered multiple orgasms, the quest began to find the biggest and best one and she would often exclaim, “Ugh, ugh, ugh… that was the bestest. I feel so warm and squidgy inside. I want another one like that.”
Like all girls her age, patience was lacking. It was more important to her to have another feeling fast, rather than slowly work up to a really big one. Of course, I wanted to please her and gave her another one as quickly as possible. It was after a session where I brought her to several orgasms with my fingers planted to the knuckles inside her bum, that in desperation she pleaded, “Can’t you do it deeper? It itches way inside.”
Since I could only fit so many fingers in so deep I had pondered another solution many times. I was convinced that my cock would go inside her and was quite confident when I told her, “I believe you will enjoy this,” then grabbed my little bottle of Vielle lotion and coated my dick.
The old boy was anxious, drooling and simply pounding when I popped the plum through the wrinkled opening of her arse. Instantly, my balls went on high alert after I had found myself immersed inside a flaming inferno and the sperm was ready to burst forth any second.
While I paused and waited for some semblance of control to return, my daughter asked, “Did you poke your willy in my bottom?”
“Hmmm, hmmm,” I groaned while I gritted my teeth, “Does it hurt? I’ll take it out if you want me to.”
“No, you need put some more in,” she advised.
It was so scrumptiously delicious, scrummy as my daughter would say, inside her arse, the sperm boiled in my sack and begged for release, so I advised her, “Give it a few ticks or else my juice will squirt out.”
“Are you going to squirt in my bottom?”
“Yesss…,” I groaned again, “You will like it…,” then she shoved her bum back into me and three inches of my cock was suddenly enveloped inside the hottest and most excruciatingly pleasurable hole it’s ever been in. I almost lost it again and held her hips until I calmed down.
However, she did not like my restraint, no not at all, and cried out, “Daddy, you have to put some more in.”
I knew her and if I didn’t bend to her demands, she would take matters into her own hands, or rather arse. Her bum took on a life of its own and twisted and shook and would not still. I endured it for an eternity before my rocks stopped churning and I dare squeeze another wee inch inside. But, I almost lost it again when I looked down at the tiny aperture and saw how massively it was stretched, albeit to its very limits, around my gigantic girth. In actuality, I’m average in size but it looked like a tree limb was jammed into a pinhole.
At that point, I wasn’t sure if I could travel any further without popping my nuts but then she did it again. This time, when she shoved her bum back into me, I sank to the hilt and my bag bounced off of her cunny lips with a wet slap. That was all it took for my stack to blow. I pulled her hips into me and screwed myself in while ten pound balls of spunk splattered against the walls of her intestines. My vision was filled with a white haze while waves of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced melted the marrow in my bones and shot it out my cock.
She squealed, “I feel it, daddy, it’s squirting inside me,” and well it was.
I gripped her hips so I wouldn’t slip to the floor while I blasted millions of tiny little wigglers into her bottom. Her tube gripped me like a clenched fist while it milked the last dregs from my balls and did not stop after they became empty shells.
I tried to withdraw, but she squealed, “Don’t pull it out. Rub me so I get my feeling.”
The pleasure of being inside her was so intense it was painful, but still I managed to reach around and sink my fingers into her split so I could give her the orgasm she so desperately needed now. She was sodden. Her juice factory had worked overtime to fill her slit with her slimy spend. It only took a moment for my fingertips to whisk her hard little button to an orgasm and when she jerked, her arse became a meat grinder that chewed on my bone.
A moment later, she began to slip from my grasp and I eased her to the bed for comfort until she recovered. Not only was that my most intense orgasm until that point, but also hers and she was down for the count.
Thirty seconds later, her sparkling eyes fluttered open and she exclaimed, “Wow! Let’s do it again.”
Unfortunately, I didn’t share her enthusiasm. It took time for me to recover, but from that day forward, we did it a lot. I daresay sometimes three times a day. I couldn’t count how many times I sent her to classes with a bottom full of her daddy’s spunk. After classes broke out, she couldn’t wait to do it again and then again at bedtime so she could sleep with a bottom full of daddy’s little wigglers. It became a drug for us and we were both hopelessly addicted.
The End
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