Chapter 152: tight

I continued pounding my cock furiously into my daughter’s asshole and after a few more minutes passed...

Sophie felt something hot fill her asshole spurt after spurt.

It was as though she was being filled with a slippery wet fluid.

I continued pounding my cock furiously into my daughter’s asshole and after a few more minutes passed the tight heat around me started to pulse in short, greedy flutters. Sophie’s hips rocked back to meet every thrust even though her arms were shaking. The wet slap of my hips against her ass filled the room, and every time I drove in to the hilt the sensitivity I had laid over her made her thighs jump and her breath break against the cushion.

Then the pressure at the base of my cock snapped. I buried myself as deep as I could and stayed there, grinding against the soft give of her ass while the first thick pulse left me. Sophie felt something hot fill her asshole spurt after spurt. It was as though she was being filled with a slippery wet fluid that flooded the deepest part of her and then had nowhere else to go. Her walls clenched hard around the length of me, trying to milk more out, and each fresh jet made the already stretched rim twitch and leak a thin trickle down the underside of my cock.

"Dad..." she gasped, the word breaking. "It’s so warm. I can feel it all the way inside."

I kept my hips pressed flush to her while the last few pulses emptied into her. My hand stayed on her lower back, holding her in place. When the final spurt left me I stayed buried deep, cock still twitching, and felt the way her asshole kept fluttering weakly around me. A soft, broken sound left her throat. More of the thick seed began to seep out around the base of my cock, painting the stretched rim and dripping slowly onto the cushion between her knees.

I pulled out halfway and felt the sudden rush of warmth follow. Sophie whimpered and clenched on instinct, but the load was already too much. Thick strands of cum leaked from her gaping asshole and ran down the curve of her ass, mixing with the slick that had been trailing from her pussy. I pushed back in one more time, slow and deep, and the wet sound that followed was loud in the quiet room. Her rim clung to me, stretched and shiny, and when I seated myself again the excess seed squelched out around my shaft and ran down her thigh.

"Look at that," I said, voice low. "Your asshole is full of Daddy’s seed."

Sophie turned her face just enough for me to see the dazed, proud little smile on her mouth. Her eyes were glassy. One hand left her cheek and reached back, fingers trembling as she touched the place where we were still joined. She felt the wet heat leaking around my cock and her pussy twitched hard enough that another thin stream of her own juices ran down her leg.

"I took all of it," she whispered. "It feels so full. Like it’s going to spill if I move."

I rolled my hips once, grinding the head of my cock against the deepest part of her, and another thick drop of cum slipped free. Sophie’s breath hitched. Her asshole fluttered again, weak and oversensitive, and the movement pushed even more of the load out in a slow, warm trickle that ran between her cheeks. She kept her fingers there, lightly tracing the stretched rim and the mess leaking from it, like she needed to feel how completely I had filled her. Her thighs trembled, and a small, shaky laugh left her even while more of the seed dripped free.

I stayed inside her, cock still hard enough to keep her open, and let her feel the weight of it. Every small shift of my hips made another wet sound and sent another trickle running down her skin. Sophie’s breathing stayed uneven, her body soft and pliant under me, still holding herself open with one hand while the other stayed pressed against the place where we were joined. The room was quiet except for the soft, sticky sounds of her asshole trying and failing to keep all of me inside.

I stayed buried inside her and let the last weak pulses of my cock push a little more of the load deeper before it had any chance to slip free. Sophie’s asshole kept fluttering around me in soft, exhausted squeezes, each one forcing another thin ribbon of seed out around the thick base and down the curve of her ass. The mess was warm where it touched my skin. I could feel it cooling in the open air as it ran between her cheeks and collected in a slow drip onto the cushion beneath her knees.

Her fingers stayed pressed against the stretched rim, lightly tracing where my cock held her open. Every time her fingertip brushed the sensitive edge she made a small sound into the cushion, half whimper and half shaky breath. The sensitivity I had laid over her asshole was still active. Even the lightest touch turned into a rolling heat that made her thighs jump and her walls clench harder around the length still seated inside her.

"Dad," she whispered, voice hoarse and thin. "It’s leaking. I can feel it running down."

I pulled back just far enough that the head of my cock dragged against the inner walls, then pushed forward again in one slow, wet slide until my hips met the soft give of her ass. The movement forced a thicker surge of cum out around me. It squelched, loud in the quiet room, and Sophie’s breath caught hard. Her hand left the rim and pressed flat against her own lower back, like she needed something solid to hold onto while the sensation rolled through her.

"Keep it in," I told her, voice low against the back of her neck. "Clench. Don’t let Daddy’s seed spill yet."

She tried. I felt the effort in the way her asshole tightened around me, the ring of muscle trembling as she squeezed down. For a few seconds it worked. The leak slowed to a thin trickle that painted the underside of my cock and dripped from the tip of my balls. Then her strength wavered. The clench loosened and a fresh rush of warm fluid followed, sliding down her thigh and mixing with the slick that had been leaking from her pussy the entire time. She made a frustrated little sound, almost a pout, and pushed her hips back against me like she could force it deeper that way.

I stayed still and let her work. Her movements were small and unsteady, more rocking than thrusting, but every time she pushed back the head of my cock nudged the deepest part of her and another pulse of seed tried to escape. The sound was wet and sticky. Her pink hair stuck to the side of her face where sweat had dampened it. When she turned her head just enough for me to see her, her eyes were glassy and her lips were parted. The proud little smile from earlier had softened into something dazed and open.

"I can’t hold it all," she admitted, breath hitching when I rolled my hips in a slow grind. "It’s too much. It keeps coming out."

I reached under her and found her clit again. It was still swollen, slick with her own juices, and the moment my fingers circled it her whole body jolted. Her asshole clamped down so hard around the base of my cock that the air left me for a second. A thick rope of cum was forced out around the shaft and ran down her ass in a heavy drip. She cried out, short and startled, then bit the sound off against her own arm. Her hips twitched in small, helpless circles, chasing the friction of my fingers while her asshole tried and failed to keep everything inside.

"Dad, I... I’m gonna..." Her voice broke. The sensitivity on her asshole and the steady circles on her clit stacked on top of each other until her thighs started to shake. More of the load leaked free with every involuntary clench. It painted her skin in warm streaks and dripped onto the cushion in soft, sticky sounds. I kept the pressure on her clit light and constant, never speeding up, just letting the sensation build while my cock stayed buried deep enough that she had something solid to squeeze around.

Sophie came with a long, trembling exhale. Her walls fluttered hard around me, milking the length in quick pulses that pushed even more seed out in thin, continuous streams. Her pussy twitched under my fingers and a fresh rush of clear slick ran down her thigh, mixing with the thicker white that was already there. She shook through it with her forehead pressed to the cushion, one hand still spread on her own cheek, the other gripping the edge of the seat. The aftershocks kept going. Every time I thought she had finished, another tight flutter ran through her asshole and forced another trickle of cum to leak free around my cock.

When the worst of it eased I stayed inside her and let her breathe. Her body had gone soft and pliant under me. The proud little tension from earlier was gone. She just rested there, ass still spread by her own hand, cock still holding her open, seed slowly leaking around the place where we were joined. I could feel the heat of it on my skin and the way her rim twitched every few seconds, weak and oversensitive, still trying to close around something too thick to allow it.

"Good girl," I said quietly, and felt her asshole give one last soft squeeze at the words. "You took all of it."

Sophie made a small, tired sound that might have been a laugh. Her fingers brushed the mess again, light and curious, tracing the stretched rim and the warm fluid still seeping out. She didn’t pull away. She just stayed there with me buried inside her, breathing slow, letting the weight of it settle while more of the load continued to drip free in quiet, steady drops onto the cushion beneath her. The room stayed silent except for those soft sounds and the uneven rhythm of her breath. She shifted her hips once, just enough to feel the thick length still seated deep, and the movement pushed another warm trickle down her thigh. Her fingers pressed a little harder against the place we were joined, like she needed to keep checking that it was real, that her asshole was still full of her dad’s seed and still leaking around the cock that refused to leave her. The sensitivity kept answering every small touch, turning the slow drip into a lingering heat that made her thighs twitch and her breath catch again, and she did not ask me to pull out.