1. Taking my Anal temperature, with Daddies Cock


    Date: 6/7/2016, Categories: Anal, Mature, Taboo, Author: MarieL, Rating: 86, Source: xHamster

    I was a girl of menstrual age, in the bloom of my youth, with barely a hair on my pubis, a tantalizingly thin fleshy line, curving between my thighs and ending at my buttocks, my back-door, as daddy explained, 'Not one that could be unlocked with a key, my sweet darling', he whispered into my nervous ear, as he smeared his cock with oil, and my anus with butter, 'No daddy', I replied, resigned to my duty, holding my pert cheeks open, and burying my head and teeth into my pillow. I was the oldest daughter of three girls, both my s****rs equipped, like myself, to pleasure that part of men, often standing rigid as we ate our breakfast. Daddy often staggered into the breakfast room, still d***k from the previous days drinking, his state of undress never considered a problem by him, how hard he was, determined whether I, or either of my s****rs, would intervene before schooling. A gentle touch or a loving kiss, would suffice in such a situation. As girls we knew his need, for any of us to take his seed from him, as softly as mother did, that was daddies way, he insisted his girls watch, we had to learn. I grew up believing all men were needing the constant attention of the tender codling of a woman's touch, and seeing my parents, as one, during their copulation, there was no doubting in my mind, or my s****rs, that sex was pleasurable, as mother was the one making the most noise when daddy was inside her, humping her. Looking back over my lifetime of men between my own legs, ...
    heaving and humping both my 'Kitty', and 'Anus', I have cried with both pleasure and pain, cooking oil and butter smeared in and around my 'Back-door', providing the dualities of 'Pain and Pleasure', 'Father and Daughter', 'Butter and Oil'. He stood by the table that morning, beside Gina, our youngest, only because she was the nearest. His hand stroked her hair as she sat quietly, his cock angry and rigid, with a small bubble of clear liquid, shining in the dappled sunlight, Gina saw it, and touched it's perfect moulding with her small finger, it broke and run down his thick veiny shaft, towards her lips. 'I need one of you girls', he said without pity or remorse, his urgency and neediness, showing no pity, his eyes resting on myself, my s****r were still flat, I was taking the shape of my departed mother, I had curves he could fondle and cling too. I stood up, pushing my chair back, making space for him to come in behind me, and lifted my nightdress over my head. My nakedness made daddy groan, as my breasts had grown and became more pronounced, my nipples visibly hardening as he looked at me, in an odd sense of the fact, my own body was responding, sex communicated the basic urge of a man wanting a woman, a need to put his swollen cock inside one of my holes, the urgency and the violent wanting, in direct contrast to the softness and the gentleness, the warmth and succour offered, or taken, each way, defining the person being fucked, and how she welcomes his seeding. 'No Babies', ...
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