She wiggled her bum slowly, easing away from the counter, until her ass cheeks caught his prick and rolled it against her crack. “Haven’t I learned my lesson, daddy? Oh… Oh, I”m so sorry.” Dale gave her ass one more solid crack and she screamed hoarsely; it was a breathless hiss. Her whole body shook. Her legs trembled and made her stomach quiver and her breasts jiggle and shake.
Dale pressed up against her and grabbed her tits. He squeezed them with harsh, unrelenting hunger. She groaned. “No, daddy. Don’t touch me like that- No, I’m a good girl, daddy.” He bit into her neck and peeled the push up bra down her nipples. “Ahh… Please. I’m so horny.” He sawed his penis into her buttocks, and she rocked against him. Her fingers scrabbled over his heavy hands. “What are you doing to me, daddy?”
Keeping his penis pressed against her crack, she opened a drawer in the counter. She pulled a bottle out, rolling the drawer closed with the heel of her hand. Her body continued to shake freely.
Dale didn’t say a word. The girl was turning him on with every move she made, with every word she said. She didn’t need him to do much more than be there, and he was glad, and burning, for it.
Angela stood up lithely. She twirled around, she folded her knees on the rug, and popped the cap off the plastic bottle. She squeezed a thick puddle of clear KY jelly into her hand and began to coat him, swiftly. The girl’s fingers stroking the cold gel over his cock was incredible. With a groan, he pushed forward, trailing the sticky goo over her chin. “Oh, oh, daddy, no…” She squirted another fat dollop into her palm and drew it over his shaft. She was really slopping it on.
She still continued to tremble. So much so that even in the tight bra (the girl, on her knees, gave him ample view of the lovely tops of her breasts and the now exposed nipples) he could see the skin jiggle and flow. He knew what was coming and he wanted it worse than he could possibly articulate. Finally he could take no more of the girl’s long strokes on his cock and he pulled her up. She went up with the KY, letting him push her against the counter and then squeezing more of the gel into her hand and reaching behind her to slather it haphazardly over her ass crack, her thin fingers reaching deeper inside.
“No,” the girl whined, “not the ass, daddy. Please not in the ass.” Dale watched the girl finger her asshole and he was enthralled. He grabbed her elbows and bent her forward.
Angela dropped the bottle of KY and swung down, desperately, her hands clutching at the edge of the counter. “I promise I’ll be good, daddy. Don’t… d…” Dale brushed the skin of the girl’s tense lower back and wrap his fingers around his gooey shaft. “Don’t you want me to be a good girl?” she whispered.
His wet head met the pucker of her jellied anus. Angela sucked air through her teeth. “My pussy’s too tight, daddy. It hurts… So I let boys take me up the ass.” Dale knew it was the truth. The girl knew what she was doing. “Do you want what I gave the boys?” But already she was backing up on him. “Do you want your slutty princess?” she whispered. Their mutual moistness made the first part easy, but even so, she had never tried to fit a penis his size up her bottom. The head of his cock slid slowly into the flesh of her rectum.
“Oh. God.”
Dale sunk himself as cautiously as he could bear to go.
“I’m. Cumming.” The psychological high was overwhelming. Angela was cumming. He could tell by the way her stomach rippled and her thighs strained to keep from collapsing.
“Daddy, no,” she managed to utter. The rest of her sound squeezed weakly from her chest, as he squeezed further into her anus. “No, daddy, no…” Angela gasped, but this time trying to form words. She rocked back and forth on her feet as he continued to plunge. “I’m sorry I teased you…” Her hands dragged against the bathroom counter. “Ha-ah…” she grunted as he pushed his thick cock deep into the girl’s tight rectum. “I ca-an’t-” she said.
In the dark light he could see the girl’s open mouth stretch, as if trying to breathe, as if she couldn’t breathe. But he could hardly stop himself. He shoved himself deep into her ass, pushing in, pushing on. Angela went bolt upright, her hands flailing out. His hand snapped to her stomach, his other to squeeze her tight tits. Her hands covered his. They were standing, his cock sticking straight up the young girl’s asshole. His left hand pushed her stomach down.
“I don’t even know you-” Angela gasped. And her body trembled.
For the first time, Dale eased out. Angela groaned. And he pushed back in.
He gently bent her forward and laid her hands on the counter. His fingers gripped her hips and he slowly drew out, and plunged back in.
“Oh. Oh, God.” Her copper hair was in her eyes. “Oh, fuck, you’re so big.” She grunted when he squeezed her stomach, and she turned it into a groan. “Fuck, you’re so big, daddy.” She jerked forward with his powerful thrust. “Fuck,” she said again. “Fuck.”
She swayed her head from side to side. “Fuck. You’re Katie’s daddy… Do you like it, Daddy? Do you like your big cock up my tight ass?” He leaned in, and she shuddered. “I knew you would. You punished me, daddy. For being such a good girl. Am I a bad girl now, daddy?” Her voice rose with every breath, becoming tighter, and deeper. “Every night I dreamed about it.” His penis throbbed inside her. “I stayed awake burning for it. Waiting for you to open my door, Daddy.” She ground her thick ass against his body. “I masturbated so loud when mommy was gone. Oh, God, Daddy. I’d let you fuck me so hard, Daddy.” Her legs shook even harder and she let herself be jerked back and forth by his cock.
“I’ve always wanted to be your little whore,” she moaned. The girl massaged her tits passionately, entirely given over to his back door violation.
Dale snapped the clasp off her bra. It came with a SNAK and tumbled forward off her tits. Angela pulled the bra down her arms and let his hands gather her heavy breasts in his hands. “Don’t tell mommy,” she groaned. He squeezed her until she cried out. She began to butt up against his hips. She pushed against the counter and began to thrust her ass against him, hard, harder, pumping his cock in and out of her anus. “Punish me, daddy- punish me- Spank me!” she screamed.
He slapped her ass. Angela cried out. “I’m so fucking wet,” she panted. The girl was hardcore. She wanted his whole cock and she wanted it hard and fast. She kept trying to squeeze him deeper, and he was happy to oblige.
Finally, he grabbed her hands and pulled her away from the counter. His penis still engorged and plugged up her rectum, he bent her over the toilet and made her grab the rim. Her ass upturned, he pushed himself deeper, down, the angle both straightening his cock and exerting pressure on her G spot. His cock was too thick for her, but still she impaled herself on it. “Oh, God, it hurts-” she hissed. She lowered her head. He stroked her neck and dug his fingers into her tight muscles. “It hurts and I like it,” she said. She reared back and curved her ass up at the last moment. The sweat ran down her forehead in thick rivulets. She panted without restraint. Inside her rectum, the shape of his cock pushed against the outer wall of her soft pussy. “Tell me I’m your little princess!”
“You’re a bad girl,” he grunted. He tugged at her hair.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Call me a bad girl, daddy-”
He spanked her ass. Angela gave a giddy squeal of arousal. “You’re a bad girl.”
“You want to cum in my ass, daddy?”
“Oh yes, baby.”
Angela shook. “I know you do… I saw you staring. You’re making me cum, Daddy.” Dale stuck his fingers into Angela’s gushing pussy and the girl screamed at him. “Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me harder, Daddy. Fuck your princess!”
Dale ejaculated into his daughter’s roommate.
“Fill me with that cum,” Angela gasped. She bent over and flexed her ass with each of his thrusts. Every pulse of his penis discharged more of his semen into her rectum, and the fluid covered her tight walls, squirting back, smearing the girl’s springy buttocks. Angela groaned with every thrust. “Unh! UNH. UNNH.”
And then it was over. She shyly pulled herself off of his cock. His cum dripped from her anus when she turned. And, as if in mental correspondence, he picked up the few pieces of his clothing, she smiled at him, and he left her in the bathroom to wash herself, and recover.