Chapter 151: My Daughter’s Tight Asshole

I placed my cock at the entrance to my daughter’s asshole, and pushed it a little bit inwards.

This time, my cock entered even deeper than the previous time, however only a little more than half entered into her asshole.

I had to remove my cock from her asshole, giving her a second moment to catch her breath.

I couldnt help but glance at how large my daughter’s asshole had stretched, gaping obscenely, with trickles of our juices lingering at the edges of her asshole.

It led all the way to the depths of her asshole.

Recalling how cute and tight her asshole was minutes ago, the contrast was striking.

Then, I pushed my cock deeper into her asshole.

This time, the flesh of her asshole wriggled faintly and sucked in my cock with a soft, wet pop until the full length had dragged it completely.

Her asshole fitted my cock so perfectly that I could feel her walls closing in on my cock, as they tried to force out the intrusion.

Nonetheless, my cock remained in place, perfectly positioned inside my daughter’s tight asshole.

I held her hands, which were on her spread cheeks, and slowly pulled out my cock.

Unlike before where I pulled it all the way to the tip, this time I only pulled my cock out of her asshole halfway the length of my cock.

Then, I slammed my cock into her asshole, causing her to let out a soft whimper.

The tear drop my daughter was struggling to hold, as she bit her rosy lips, finally trickled down the fair, smooth skin of her face, dragging all the way to her collar bone before trickling into her fair tender breast hidden underneath her clothes.

A soft, wet sound of our skins slapping against each other echoed quietly in the sitting room as my hips slapped against her asscheeks all the way to the hilt.

"D... dad... I did good right?" Sophie gasped as she tried to speak despite the overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure she felt.

"I... I took it all in... I... I’m a good daughter, right?" she could feel that she had finally succeeded in taking her dad’s cock completely.

She felt proud internally at the thought and a smile formed on her face, despite the pain that seemed to mix with the smile.

I ruffled her pink hair, "that’s right. You’re a good daughter."

"Hehe..." sophie gave a cheeky laugh at the compliment. Her pussy twitched a little bit of her love juices, as more trailed down her thighs.

"Thank you dad... you can use your daughter’s asshole as much as you want..."

"Mmm..." I nodded, as I removed my hand from her asshole, "Daddy is going to pour his seed inside, okay?"

"O... okay..." Sophie was a little hesitant as she didnt fully understand if that held any consequences, but since it was her dad, she had no objections.

She felt her dad would always want the best for her.

With that, I began moving slowly, while flooding her senses with the pleasure sensitivity manipulation.

At first, sophie felt a mixture of pain and pleasure, which leaned more towards the pain of having her asshole stretched to the limits.

But eventually, the pleasure was beginning to overwhelm the pleasure.

Her tight asshole loosened even more, to accommodate my cock, as I continued moving slowly in and out of her tight hole.

In seconds, slow wet sounds could be heard in the sitting room, as I pounded into her tight asshole.

"Hah... hah... hah..." Sophie’s expression turned into a mixture of estacy, and excitement as she pleasure overrode her senses, driving her crazy.

The thought of her asshole being used as a hole that can bring her dad pleasure sent ripples of excitement coursing through her spine.

I glanced at her and found her eyes already half lidded, pink lashes wet, the smile still trembling at the corners of her mouth even while her teeth kept catching her lower lip. The tear had not dried. It sat on the swell of her breast where the fabric had darkened, and every time my hips met the soft give of her ass the drop shivered.

Her asshole had stopped fighting me the way it had at the start. The ring still clutched, still dragged at the length of me on the way out, but the clench had turned greedy. I pulled back to the halfway point again, watched the stretched rim cling and shine, then drove in until my hips settled flush against her and the soft wet sound filled the quiet sitting room. Sophie’s breath broke. Her fingers, still pinned under mine on her own cheeks, flexed and dug in harder, spreading herself wider without being told.

"Dad," she said, the word thin and high. "It’s... it’s hot. Inside. I can feel you moving all the way in."

I kept the pace slow on purpose. Each stroke dragged the full length out to the middle and pushed it back until the head nudged something deep that made her thighs jump. The pleasure sensitivity I had laid over her asshole answered every inch of friction, turning the burn into a rolling heat that climbed her spine and spilled out of her mouth in small broken sounds. Her pussy kept leaking. The clear slick ran down the inside of one thigh, caught on the crease, and dripped onto the cushion beneath her knees.

"You’re taking it well," I told her, voice low against the back of her neck. "Daddy’s cock fits in his daughter’s asshole like it belongs there."

Sophie made a small helpless noise at that. Her walls fluttered, a tight rhythmic squeeze that traveled from the rim all the way to the base. I felt it and answered by rolling my hips instead of thrusting, grinding the thickest part of me against the stretched ring until she whimpered and pushed back on her own.

"I want to be good," she whispered. "Use it. Use my asshole. I can take more. I can."

I let go of one of her hands so I could reach under her. Two fingers slid through the mess between her legs and found her clit already swollen and slick. The moment I circled it, her asshole clamped so hard the breath left me. She cried out, short and startled, then bit it off against her own arm. The sitting room stayed quiet except for the wet sound of me moving in her and the softer sound of her trying not to be loud.

"Don’t hold it," I said. "If it feels good, let Daddy hear it."

Her next moan came out shaky and open. I matched it with a deeper stroke, then another, still not fast, just thorough, letting her feel the whole shape of me each time I buried myself. The sensitivity kept climbing. Her hips started to chase the withdrawal, small desperate rocks that tried to keep me inside. Juice ran over my fingers. Her clit jumped under them.

"Dad, I’m... something’s..." She could not finish. Her back arched. The ring of her asshole spasmed in quick pulses, milking me from tip to base, and a fresh rush of slick spilled over my hand and down her thigh. She shook through it with her forehead pressed to the cushion, pink hair stuck to her cheek, mouth open and wet.

I did not stop. I kept the slow grind going while she came, fingers steady on her clit, cock seated deep so she had something to clench around. The aftershocks dragged on. Every time I thought she had finished, another tight flutter ran through her and she made a small broken sound into the fabric.

When the worst of it eased I pulled almost all the way out, just the head still holding her open, and watched the rim try and fail to close. It gaped, flushed and shining, a thin string of our mixed slick stretching between her and the underside of my cock. Sophie turned her face just enough to look back at me. Her eyes were glassy. The proud little smile had returned, softer now, ruined at the edges.

"Did I... did I do good again?" she asked, voice hoarse.

I pushed back in to the hilt in one smooth stroke and felt her whole body jolt. "You did. Stay just like that. Daddy’s going to fill his daughter’s asshole now."

Her breath caught. She nodded, quick and eager, and spread her cheeks wider with both hands even though her arms were shaking. I set a steadier rhythm, hips meeting her ass with quiet wet slaps, the head of my cock kissing the deepest part of her on every stroke. The pressure built low and hot. Her walls kept fluttering, oversensitive, dragging at me like they wanted to pull the finish out of me themselves.

I was one thrust from letting go when the front door lock turned.

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Author’s note: 2 more Chapters coming right up.