Chapter 26 - DADDY-DAUGHTER DANCE
(MMgg, Mg, exhib, voy, anal, oral, spank, inc)
At the Middle School Daddy-Daughter Dance, Hank has a figurative heart attack when he learns that Bunny had blabbed to Mary Lou...
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Daddy came to my rescue once Spring Break was over. When I came home from school that first day back from the Break, Mama told me that she and Daddy had a long talk while I was babysitting my little cousins Saturday night. The babysitting job itself was somewhat of a Daddy instigated rescue, as at his suggestion, Aunt Bess and Uncle Blake suddenly needed a sitter and I didn't have to stay in my room alone all Saturday night.
The little cousins were a handful as usual. Once Daddy dropped me off, Aunt Bess told me that she had already given Davy his bath, but I needed to supervise Karen's and Sherry's bath. With Davy clean and dressed for bed, I drew a bath and herded the girls into the tub. I really didn't need to do anything, as the girls were old enough to wash themselves... just watch and make sure neither of them drowned.
Everything was going smoothly until Davy charged in naked and jumped in the tub with his older sisters. After that it was chaos! With Davy gleefully splashing his sisters and with them gleefully splashing him back, in no time most of the bath water was on the floor for me to mop up. The tub-riot only ended when I fished the little bugger out of the tub. By that time I was soaked too.
First thing I had to do was to keep the water from running out of the tiled bathroom and out into the hallway and onto Aunt Bess' hardwood floors. Needless to say, Davy escaped dripping wet and ran off to cause more mayhem. While I soaked up as much water as I could with the available towels, the girls finished up. But, by that time there weren't any dry towels. So they too trotted off dripping wet in search of dry towels in their parent's bathroom.
With the crisis finally under control, I gathered up the wet towels and took them downstairs to rinse out and dry. There on the living room floor was Davy, naked of course and still wet, but watching a very dirty movie! I was mortified that he was seeing such graphic pornography with two guys fucking a woman. Uncle Blake and Aunt Bess watched this sort of stuff?! I turned the TV off, grabbed Davy and hauled him off to the laundry room with me. Of course I had to let go of him to get the towels in and the washer on, and he escaped once again.
I went looking for him and found the back door wide open. He was outside, running around in the rain and I had to catch him. I slipped and fell in the wet grass and got all muddy. So I'm on the ground trying to get up and he jumps up on my back, yelling, "Horsy! Horsy!" I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.
Hauling him back inside, I wiped him down, then stripped off my own muddy clothes and added them to the wash. Luckily I found one of Aunt Bess' robes in the laundry room and put it on. Of course Davy disappeared once again, but I found him with his sisters in the living room watching a Disney movie. They were dressed in their nightgowns, but he wasn't dressed at all. Nor did the cutie ever let me dress him that night. Before the movie was over, he was fast asleep on the floor. I tried to pick him up, but he was too heavy, so had to wake him to walk him to his bed where I covered him up still nude. That's not quite true, I tried to put underwear on him, but he fought me enough that I gave up and let him be with the stern warning that if I caught him out of bed, I'd blister his butt. He wasn't a problem after that.
By that time my clothes were dry, so I dressed and shooed the girls into bed. Karen, the oldest, asked me why Davy was allowed to go nude at night while they had to dress in nightgowns. I didn't have an answer for them other than it seemed that Aunt Bess had always allowed him to run around in the house without clothes. Sometimes she let the girls run around naked too, especially in the summer when they were out back playing in the sprinkler; that had been going on forever, so I just accepted that that was what Aunt Bess allowed.
With the girls down and asleep, I then sought to find the movie Davy had been watching. It didn't take me long to find the DVD that had been accidently left in the player. It was some raunchy too! But it was also great material to diddle myself to.
Anyway, I wasn't grounded anymore, but I didn't push my luck and ask if I could go to Mary Lou's. Instead I stayed home and helped Mama with supper. She never once mentioned what she saw Janie and me doing, but she did ask if I'd started my period yet. I hadn't and she went into great detail why it was so important that I inform as soon as that happened. Of course I agreed that I would, as I didn't want to be a 12 year old mommy anymore than she did. Other than that, she didn't pry into my sexual activities.
The next several weeks I don't recall clearly. Oh, I had sex. Lots of sex. I got together with Mary Lou and her brother and/or father several times. I went skinny dipping after school at Kenny's a few times with all that entailed. It was kind of difficult to get together with Daddy, but we managed a few times for blowjobs and a few quickies, plus we had a great time the night Mama went to her second Daddy-Daughter Dance committee meeting and he got me off to his construction shack a few times. I got together with Mr. Jesse, who banged me crossed eyed, and Uncle Joe raped me a few times. With Uncle Joe, it was kind of a game we played with me as the young innocent girl and he as the brute, except he didn't get too rough because I threatened to cut him off for good if he did.
By and by the days and weeks of April passed and on the first Friday of May, Daddy took me to the annual Father-Daughter Dance in the school cafeteria. Daddy was less than enthusiastic about it, but Mama made him take me.
Mama bought me a pretty pink sundress to wear. Daddy, he was handsome in a coat and tie. He rarely ever wore a coat and tie, except for funerals or weddings. Mama left early to set up the refreshments, thus giving Daddy the opportunity to get me on my knees and suck him off.
As we entered the dance, I had to wonder how many of the other girls there had just sucked off their daddy. I smugly concluded that I was probably the only one, that is until Mary Lou and Mr. Mack walked in.
For a dance like this, Mary Lou was scandalously dressed in a low cut dress that showed off a lot of cleavage. Not too much, but enough to get nearly everyone's attention. She certainly got Daddy's attention! The only other girls as well developed as Mary Lou were a couple of the eighth graders and they were mostly more modestly dressed.
Mary Lou dragged Mr. Mack over to the table where Daddy and were sitting. By then Daddy and Mr. Mack were acquaintances, but not what you'd call friends. Regardless, they seemed to hit it off very well.
The music started and after a few songs I dragged Daddy out to dance with me. It was a slow number and I managed not to step on his toes and he managed not to step on mine. Mary Lou and Mr. Mack were dancing too. The next song was a fast number and Daddy declined to dance. Never once did he do a fast dance, but Mr. Mack, he was up for it.
Mama came around and brought us all a glasses of her punch. I thought it was pretty good, but I knew Daddy wasn't exactly thrilled with it. To no one's surprise, beer wasn't on the list of refreshments.
Mr. Mack asked me for a dance and I accepted. Daddy reciprocated by dancing with Mary Lou. After two slow numbers, two fast ones came up. This time Mr. Mack declined, so Mary Lou and I danced together like a lot of the other girls.
A slow number came on and Mary Lou and I went to get our dads. Mr. Mack went with Mary Lou, but Daddy...He looked visibly shaken. He also looked to be angry.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" I asked after he had brusquely told me to sit my ass down.
"You've been blabbing to Mary Lou about you and me!" he said in an angry whisper so no one could overhear."You told her that I'm having sex with you! Have you lost your fucking mind!
"Who else had you told?" he demanded. "Janie? Did you tell Janie that too?"
"No, Daddy. I only told Mary Lou. She has sex with her dad too."
"So Mack tells me. Apparently we have a lot in common.
"Now, who else have you told?"
"No one, Daddy! No one! Just Mary Lou and knew that I could trust and tell her."
"You damned well better not have told another soul! I don't want to spend the rest of my life in jail, damn it!
"Joe... have you told Joe?" he asked.
"No, Daddy..."
"You don't talk to him, you just fuck him?"
"Yeah, something like that. He doesn't spend a whole lot of time talking when I'm with him." I could have added, 'Just like you, Daddy,' but I thought better of it.
About that time, Mama rushed up to us. "Hank, I've got to go! Blake called and he's taking Bess to the hospital. I need to go be with the kids."
"What happened?"
"Blake doesn't know, but Bess is in a lot of pain."
"Okay, honey, I'll see you later tonight," Daddy said.
"I'll probably be late if I come home at all, so don't wait up for me," Mama said before rushing out.
Mary Lou and Mr. Mack sat just before Mama hurried away in a visible in a tizzy.
"What's wrong with your mom?" Mary Lou ask as she sat. I told her and Mr. Mack what I knew.
Mr. Mack's reaction was, "Well, that's certainly convenient!"
Turning to Daddy he then said, "Hank, how about if we take this dance to my place. Somewhere where a man can get a decent drink! I don't know about you, but I could use a nice cold beer about now."
Daddy thought for a moment, shrugged and with a smile said, "Yes! Let's do that!"
"Okay, girls, we're moving this dance to the party room," Mr. Mack declared as he stood and pulled Mary Lou up with him.
I was having fun at the dance and was disappointed that we were leaving so early. I was also worried about Aunt Bess. But suspecting what Mr. Mack had in mind, I knew that we'd probably have even more fun at his dance.
I directed to Daddy to Mary Lou's house. It was only a few blocks away and we arrived right before Mr. Mack and Mary Lou did. Inside, Mr. Mack directed us downstairs to the basement party room. He flipped a switch and the dark spacious room lit up with the Christmas icicle lights that Peter had hung a few weeks before. The lights were strung around the parameter of the room and lit it with a soft glow and with no shadows. He flipped another switch and the mirror ball began rotating, casting moving multicolored reflections on the floor, walls and ceiling. The ping pong table was set up, so Mr. Mack folded it up and moved it out of the way. With that done, he offered Daddy a beer and pulled two cold ones from the party room refrigerator. Mary Lou and I helped ourselves to Cokes.
Mr. Mack told Mary Lou to put on some dance music and then he and Daddy retired to the big leather sofa. I sat next to Daddy and Mary Lou sat next to her daddy with the men in the middle, lost in hushed private conversation for a few moments.
Mr. Mack turned to Mary Lou. "Dance for us, honey."
She hopped up, kicked off her shoes and began dancing just three feet from Daddy and Mr. Mack. The music, an old one from way back in the Seventies, had a strong beat and she shimmied and shook, turning this way and that. It was obvious the way her tits invitingly bounced about that they were unrestrained by a bra. And let me tell you, that girl could make her booty bounce too. Daddy really enjoyed the suggestive, but innocent show.
When the next oldie tune came on, it was much slower and sensuous. Mary Lou moved seductively to the music with her hands above her head. Mr. Mack jumped up and came up behind her, placing his hands on her slowly gyrating hips. For a moment she was all the show. He began nibbling at her neck and his hands slid across her undulating tummy, caressing her before they ascended to caress her tits.
My attention was drawn to Daddy squirming and then he reached down to his crotch and adjusted himself. He was definitely enjoying the show!
Mr. Mack's hands left my friend's tits and for a while just seemed to disappear behind her. The music paused briefly and the room went silent. Then I heard the soft barely perceptible sound of a long zipper being unzipped. Daddy heard it too and leaned forward. The song began again and Mary Lou lowered her arms and as she did so, Mr. Mack pushed her dress off her shoulders and then stripped it down to the floor.
Daddy muttered, "Oh, son of a bitch!" as he took in her nubile sumptuous nudity. She wasn't wearing panties either, but I could have told him that before if had he asked me. She rarely wore panties, just as she rarely wore a bra except to school, and then not all the time.
Her dance continued with her hands once again above her head and her dad's hands on her bare hips, hands that quickly rose to maul her generous girlie flesh. "Holy fuck," Daddy muttered in disbelief.
The song ended and a fast number began. Mr. Mack backed away and just let Mary Lou dance not more than two feet from my dad who was fully absorbed in her licentious performance. I was absorbed too, as Mary Lou is about as sexy as a girl could be. Neither my dad nor I noticed Mr. Mack or what he was doing off to the side, but when the following song came on, it was again a slow one. I think I was as shocked as Daddy was, not shock shocked, as I was familiar with the dress habits of this house, but Mr. Mack had gone full commando too and took Mary Lou in his arms and danced with her, a dance that involved a lot of skin-on-skin contact and tits rubbing against his body.
The song and dance ended and the nude dance couple broke apart. Mary Lou, her nipples erect, comes up to Daddy and asked him in her best syrupy voice, "Would like for me to get you another beer, Mr. Hank?"
"Uh, uh, yeah!" he replied before chugging down the mostly full bottle he had before handing it to her. She sauntered off across the room to the fridge with an exaggerated sway of the hips.
Mr. Mack plopped down nude next to Daddy and asked, "Hank, why don't you have Bunny dance for us now?"
Daddy didn't say anything, but I hopped up and began dancing to a song with a driving beat. I danced about like Mary Lou had when she began her "act", but my smaller tits just didn't move the way hers did, but I could really move my ass. While I danced for them, Mary Lou brought back a beer for Daddy and sat down next to him opposite of Mr. Mack.
Daddy shouted out, "Take it off! Take it all off!" He was really getting into it!
I stopped and told him, "I need you to unzip me!"
With his attention mainly focused on Mary Lou and not me he replied, "Let Mack do it!"
Mr. Mack needed no other encouragement. He got up and unzipped me. Moments later my pretty pink sundress dress was on the floor, soon to be joined by my pretty pink bra and pink panties. The only thing I still had on were my shoes and they didn't last long either. By then Mary Lou had climbed into Daddy's lap and was giving him quite the up close and personal show, stripping off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt in the process...
The song ended and giggling, Mary Lou hopped off my flummoxed daddy with his tie as her trophy.
A slow song began and naked I told, rather than asked, Daddy to, "Dance with me."
He was game, stood and took me in his arms. Almost immediately I complained, "Your clothes are scratching me, Daddy." He let me go and I immediately finished unbuttoning his shirt, then shed his jacket and the offending shirt. Then I went for his belt and zipper. Daddy just stood there while I stripped him nude. Once I had him comfortable, shoeless and sockless, I snuggled up in his arms and we danced. Danced while his hands roamed over my bare behind and his hard leaky cock pressed into my belly while over my shoulder he watched Mary Lou and her dad dance together naked.
The song ended. Mr. Mack came up to Daddy and said, "Now this is a much better dance than the school dance, don't you think?"
"Hell, yes!" Daddy agreed.
"How about if I buy you a beer?"
"You're on," Daddy replied and the two naked men retired across the room to the fridge where Mr. Mack retrieved and opened two fresh bottles of beer. They stood over there for several minutes, drinking and chatting, with Daddy looking over at us every so often. Their beers depleted, they returned to us, Daddy to Mary Lou and Mr. Mack to me.
Mr. Mack says to me, "It's been agreed. Bunny, you're my date tonight, and Mary Lou is your dad's. You don't object do you?"
I certainly didn't object. I thrilled me to think what might transpire between Daddy and Mary Lou before the night was over, and it thrilled me to think what might soon happen between Mr. Mack and me as I knew that Mr. Mack didn't twiddle-twaddle around when it came to getting his cock in me. And when he did, the thought that Daddy might witness the forbidden act was even more thrilling.
We danced cheek-to-cheek skin-to-skin for another song with Daddy's hands taking as many liberties with Mary Lou as Mr. Mack was doing to me. The song ended and things got right down hot as Mary Lou went to her knees and began orally pleasuring Daddy while the next song played. He looked over at us to gauge Mr. Mack's reaction. I figured he was okay with it and as proof, Mr. Mack put his hand on the top of my head and gently directed me to my knees.
I knew Daddy was looking right at me when I took Mr. Mack's cock and began licking it. If Daddy was going to say anything, that was the time to say it. And he did say something. He said, "Suck that dick, Bunny!" So I took the whole salami into my mouth and to the root.
The playlist ended and the only sounds were slurping and wet smacking sounds and the murmurs of men enjoying their respective blowjobs.
Mr. Mack came first. Having shot two good ropes into my mouth, he pulled out to cum on my bare tits, and in doing so, also got some on my cheek.
"That's so fucking hot!" Daddy declared giving his approval to what he just witnessed and apparently that triggered his own orgasm to sperm Mary Lou. Mimicking Mr. Mack, he pulled out to finish up on her tits. This of course called for a break and Mary Lou and I were sent fetch two beers.
The men were now seated at opposite ends of the sofa, leaving room for us in the middle, me next to Mr. Mack and Mary Lou next to Daddy. With a huge smile Daddy regarded me and my cum splattered tits, but his attention was quickly drawn to Mary Lou's cum splattered tits. He leaned over and began licking up his cum from her tits and gnawed on her big nipples.
Meanwhile Mr. Mack rubbed his cum into my tits. His hand slid lower and I opened my legs to give him access to finger me. Soon he had his fingers plunging in and out of my juicy wet twat while my daddy lustily watched me being molested.
Daddy one upped him. Sliding off the sofa, he spread Mary Lou's legs and lowered his face into her crotch. There's one thing I learned about my daddy these past few weeks and that was the fact that he loved eating pussy. And he was good at it. Perhaps better than Mary Lou was. No wonder Mama always seemed so happy!
Mr. Mack settled in slowly rubbing my clit in circles while he watched Daddy performing oral sex on Mary Lou. In my mind a contest had begun... who would get off first, me or Mary Lou? Mary Lou won. Either that or she was faking cumming on his tongue. But, I'd seen her in rapturous bliss too many times before and she wasn't faking it. When she sucked in a last breath and held it, her legs were quivering and her belly was undulating while she abused her tits with her hands, her face a mask of sweet agony. That did it for me and my legs cramped down hard on Mr. Mack's hand, not that it stopped his finger from moving over my twitching clit, as I in turn was launched off in my own rapturous bliss.
Giving her a reprieve, Daddy moved out from between her legs, his face glistening with her pussy juice. He stood, picked up his beer and took a swig while he looked down at the girl he had just pleasured. Mr. Mack also gave me a break, sucking his fingers clean before taking up his beer.
Once we had both coasted down and could once again see straight, Mr. Mack instructed Mary Lou to put on some more music and to bring back another two cold beers. Daddy helped her to stand, then took his seat once again.
While she was gone, Mr. Mack looking over and past me asked Daddy, "Do you want to fuck her?"
"Damned right I want to fuck her," Daddy replied.
"Then we have a deal?" Mr. Mack asked.
Daddy looked right at me. I might have been young and naive at times, but I wasn't stupid. They weren't talking about Daddy doing me. From the questioning look on Daddy's face I knew what he was asking me. I nodded.
"Deal!" Daddy emphatically declared. "But we do right here in plain sight of each other."
He leaned into me and said loud enough for Mr. Mack to hear and said, "I want to see you getting fucked, baby."
"You're my daddy," I replied sweetly. "I'll do whatever you want me to do."
The music had started up once again and Mary Lou returned with the beers for the guys and Coke for her and me to split. As I slaked my thirst, I couldn't believe how thirsty I had suddenly become.
Once again Mr. Mack looked past me to Mary Lou and said to her, "Hank wants to fuck you, baby."
"Okay," she replied with a demure smile.
"So get him hard," her daddy added.
Ditching the can of Coke, she slid off the sofa between Daddy's legs and began sucking his soft cock to hard-on. As he was firming up nicely she pulled off long enough to comment, "He's so big!" then went back to work. After a few more minutes, she had him up and ready.
She partially stood and crawled into his lap straddling him and began gyrating to the music. As she squirmed about in his lap she offered a tit to him for a fleeting suck while Daddy mauled her other tit and molested her naked ass.
A moment or two later, she reached down, grasped his hard cock, directed it to the maw of her sex and impaled herself on his prong. Impale may not be the right word, for she took him in slowly and haltingly, his big bore penis stretching her like no other man's prong had before. Having been fucked by Mr. Jesse and that Warts guy, I could fairly easily take Daddy my first time with him. She grunted and groaned as she took him inch by inch. Daddy was grunting too and commenting on what a tight cunt she had. Well, she wasn't going to be so tight after he finished with her for the night!
As they began to screw in earnest, Mr. Mack wanted his too. I got him up with my lips and was about to do what Mary Lou had done, but Mr. Mack had other ideas. He stood and directed me to the arm rest of the sofa next to Daddy. I had to lean over and brace myself on Daddy and Mary Lou while they fucked and Mr. Mack took me in a standing position from behind. As Mr. Mack slammed into me time and time again, my entire body shook. Daddy didn't know where to look, at Mary Lou fucking him or to Mr. Mack fucking me.
It's all quite hazy now, but I imagine the four of us made quite a racket. What with Daddy urging Mary Lou, "Fuck me you little whore!" and she yelling out what a big dick he had and me urging Mr. Mack to "Fuck me, harder! Harder" and him calling me a "cum bucket" and other niceties, it must have been quite loud. Loud enough to drown out the music, that's for sure.
Before he came, Mr. Mack pulled me off Daddy and Mary Lou, put me on the floor and took me in a Missionary. Meanwhile Daddy pushed Mary Lou off and had her draped over the sofa seat on her knees and took her from behind. After that I don't quite remember what happened other than they moved us from position to position and fucked the hell out of us to orgasm after orgasm. Having cum in our mouths earlier and taking short breaks to reposition us, they were both able to last a long time. Long enough for the music play list to run out. By then we were all exhausted and fucked out.
Neither of us could hardly move, so the guys got their own beers. Then as they sat and rested, Daddy had me suck his dick clean and Mr. Mack had Mary Lou do the same.
"This has been great fun, Mack," Daddy said as I sucked him. "I'm glad that you suggested this private dance party. Definitely more fun than the school dance, but I have to admit, the Daddy-Daughter Dance did turn out better than I had hoped. You know, Mack, we'll have to do this again."
"Anytime, Hank. Just bring Bunny over and we'll have some fun with the girls. Or just send Bunny over for a sleepover with Mary Lou... I don't mind that either," he laughed. "She's quite the eager one, you know, and these past few weeks I've enjoyed fucking your little girl. So if you want to play catch up with Mary Lou, just drop by for a quickie whenever you want."
"That's a kind offer, Mack, and I think I'll take you up on it. But as much as I'd like to stay for a round two with Mary Lou tonight, it's getting a bit late."
"It's not even ten o'clock," Mr. Mack replied.
"I know, but the cell phone reception is so piss poor to non-existence at our house, we have to rely on a land line and Bunny's mother will soon be calling at the house to see if we had a good time at the Dance. So, to avoid any questions as to why we weren't home..."
"I understand, Hank. But that's a bummer."
Daddy pushed me off his cock and told me, "Okay, Bunny. Thanks enough for now. We need to get home, so get your ass dressed, little girl."
Once I was dressed enough to go home, Daddy had me thank Mr. Mack for the party, so I did and got a last minute groping for it.
Daddy didn't say anything on the ride home. Not a word. And just as he had predicted, within two minutes of being home, the house phone rang. It was Mama. Daddy assured her that he and I had a good time and that he really liked Mr. Mack. Mama was happy about all that, but she wasn't at all happy that she hadn't heard from Uncle Blake as to Aunt Bess' condition. They talked for a several minutes, during which time he covered the mouthpiece and shooed me upstairs to get the smell of sex off of me, so I didn't hear the entire conversation.
I must admit, I felt a lot better fresh from a quick shower. I dried off and slipped on one of Daddy's old t-shirts. I was at my vanity brushing my hair out when Daddy made his appearance. He was nude.
"Is Mama coming home?" I asked.
"No, she's staying over until Blake gets home, if he gets home tonight." He then raised his hand and showed me what was in it... a bottle of lotion. He was going to spank me?
"You've been a naughty little girl, fucking Mary Lou's daddy," he explained. "You fuck any of your other friends' daddies?"
"No, Daddy!"
"Wendy's daddy?" he said sitting on the edge of my bed.
"No..."
"Janie's daddy?"
"God, no!!" Just the thought of doing anything with that goofy looking man made me giggle, but then I saw that Daddy didn't look amused.
He patted his thigh. That when I realized, 'Oh, my god, he is serious!'
"What are you waiting for?" he asked in his meanest I-mean-it voice. "Get that damned rag off and get your naked ass over here! You know the drill, so don't make me come and get you!"
"That's unfair!" I protested, not that I thought it would do any good.
"One..." I hopped up and stripped off the t-shirt. "Two..." I practically dove into his lap.
"That's better," he said as he ran his big strong hand over my buttocks. "Much better. I really like your ass, you know.
"Now this is going to hurt me more than you." Yeah, right, the big liar! I'd heard that line all my life and it never once did it hurt him more than it hurt me!
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop! Not once did it even sting a little.
"Now say you're sorry," he said.
"Mama's always telling me to never say I'm sorry if I'm not. And I'm not sorry!"
"Impertinent strumpet!" he bellowed. Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop!
"That's ten, Daddy," I said wiggling my ass and giggling.
"So it is and now that you've been taught a lesson..."
Time for the lotion, or so I thought. And he did use the lotion. He spread my butt cheeks with one hand and poured some lotion right on my pucker. A moment later, his middle finger was going up my ass. After being anally raped by Uncle Joe earlier in the week, this wasn't so bad.
I guess Daddy was expecting it to be uncomfortable for me, for rather than grunting "Uhhh," I moaned, "Mmmmm." He began finger fucking my butt.
"You like this?" he asked.
"Uh, huh," I replied with a nod.
"You've been ass fucked before, haven't you?" He asked. I didn't answer. I didn't need to answer.
"I thought so when I saw your asshole. It's a little bit swollen, the tell tale sign of sodomy. So Mr. Mack fucks you in the ass too?"
I shook my head.
"Mary Lou's brother? Has he fucked you in the ass?"
No point in lying about it and ruining my credibility. I nodded, yes. Then I added, "Pete's cousin, Kenny. He's done me in the butt too."
To my surprise he replied, "That's good you've been broken in. Now when you start your period, I won't have to go without running my cock up you." That alarmed me, because Daddy's quite big, much bigger than either Peter or Kenny and he's bigger than Uncle Joe.
"You're too big!" I told him as he continued sawing at my asshole.
"Don't worry, baby girl, butt plugs will open you up quite nicely for me."
"Butt plug? What's a butt plug?" I shouldn't have asked.
"I'll fit you with a small one after I'm finished with you tonight. Then I'll fit you with a bigger one, and an even bigger one after that. Then you'll be able to take me easily. In fact with the proper sized butt plugs, I could open you up enough to take a horse's cock up the butt."
"What!?! No, Daddy! Not that! Please not that!"
He stopped fingering my rectal passage and replied, "Don't worry, baby. I'd never do that to you. It could be done, but it would ruin you for normal anal sex. I just want us both to have fun. I'd never want to hurt you."
"But you spank me," I said.
"From now on that's just for fun," he said with a chuckle. "Of course if I really had to punish you, well..." I knew what that meant!
Then with his finger still way up my ass he sort of lifted me by the butt. "On your bed, Bunny and on your hands and knees."
With his other hand up under my chest, he lifted me off his lap. Naturally I helped him as much as I could, which you would have done too if his finger was up your butt. Never once did he take his finger out and as he got in behind me, I just knew he was going to skewer my asshole with that big fuck rod of his. But he didn't, he nestled his cock up against my honey hole and slid all the way in. With his thick finger up me, it was a tighter fit than usual. I liked that, liked it a lot.
Soon the thap, thap, thap of man-fresh slapping girl-flesh filled the room. That plus my moans and groans and "oooos" and "ahhhhs". He fucked me like that for a good solid fifteen minutes non-stop. I know, as I was staring right at my digital alarm clock. I must have had three raptures during it all.
He began to grunt and soon everything got a lot more slippery, but I didn't feel his cock throb as he had vigorously fucked me right through his orgasm. Then he pulled out both his spent cock and his stinky finger, rolled over to the side and almost immediately began snoring. That was okay, as I quickly fell asleep too.
In the morning, Daddy was still in bed with me. I played with his dick and got it nice and hard, hoping he'd do like Uncle Joe and Mr. Mack did when I slept with them and just climb on top of me and take me. But that's not what happened when Daddy awoke. He bolted out of my bed.
"Fuck ! Your mother! She could be home any minute! She could home now!" With that he rushed out of my bedroom and down the stairs. I didn't hear any yelling, so I guessed that it was all okay. And it was. Mama wasn't home yet and wouldn't be for another hour or so.
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