Free Karnal Fiction: Daddy Gave Me An Enema Before Deflowering My Ass

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Daddycock #2

Daddy helped me up off my hands and knees onto my feet. I was still wearing my pink three-inch high heels and wobbled. Daddy put an arm around my waist to keep me from falling, and my soft flesh yielded to the force of his manly bristly haired forearm. 

He pulled me in close, wrapping me up in both arms. My breasts, still scrunched up tight together in my black lace net tube top, pressing into his broad muscular chest was the only thing separating us.  We stared into each other’s eyes, face to face, the distance between us measured by a breath. I was still wearing his daddycum, it dripping in creamy globs from my chin and forehead.

“Damn Kayleigh, you look so beautiful like that,” Daddy looked lovingly down at me.

“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered breathlessly back, our faces still only separated by a hair. 

“So how are you enjoying your eighteenth birthday, honey?” he smiled. “Is being seeded and bred everything you thought it would be?”

“Oh yes Daddy,” my eyes lit up. “It’s even better than I thought it would be. For example, I thought you were only going fuck and sperm my cunny, I wasn’t expecting you to deflower my mouth and seed my face. I didn’t even know it was possible. But it was so awesome,” I beamed.  “Did you see how I was able to fit all of your daddycock down my throat?”

“Yes baby,” he nodded and smiled. “That was very good.”

“Did I do good with my cunny too, Daddy?” I pursed my lips and pouted.  I only wanted to do right by Daddy, and his approval was so important to me.

“Yes, babydoll,” he caressed my temple just above the ear that had received a jet of Daddy’s cock juice. “Putting my cock into your tight virgin hole and breaking your hymen was the second best experience I’ve ever had in my life.”

My heart sunk. For me, Daddy taking my virginity was at the top of the list of the best things to ever have happened to me. I wanted it to be the same for him and to hear it wasn’t, was devastating. Tears began to bubble up in my eyes. “What was the first?” I asked, wanting to know what it was that Daddy cherished in the world more than deflowering his daughter. 

“When I nutted inside you. Cumming in you, my only daughter’s unprotected womb, seeding you with my lifeforce, and as result claiming you, was like nothing I ever felt before. No other pussy has ever made me orgasm like yours did. Not even the vagina you were born from.”

The compliment did not stop my tears – it just caused them to change from tears of sadness to those of joy. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. My mascara had already dried from when it had been running earlier while Daddy had been holding me down in his lap to facefuck me, but now it was running again. Tears of happiness. “Really Daddy? My pussy feels better to you than Mommy’s?”

“There’s not even a comparison. You are my flesh and blood, and because you were made from my cum, your pussy was made to make me cum. It pulls seed from my penis unlike your mother’s or any other woman’s could.”

“Oh Daddy, that’s wonderful,” I leaned my head on his shoulder, some of his daddycum transferring from the side of my face onto him. “You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear how much you loved shooting your seed into my virgin womb. I loved it too. Really, Daddy, this is the best birthday ever. Thank you so much.” I hugged him tighter.

“I’m really glad you’re enjoying yourself, princess,” Daddy said while slowly sliding his hand down my back, coming to a rest on my ass.  I was still wearing the schoolgirl skirt, and with his huge man-paw, Daddy grabbed a fistful of ass cheek and skirt cloth. “But don’t forget, we’re only getting started. You still got one hole left on you that I haven’t fucked.”

Daddy was only wearing a shirt, below his waist, he was exposed and pantless. I looked down and saw the huge daddycock in between his legs swelling at the idea of fucking my butthole. My pussy tingled at the sight of his member getting bigger. I reached down and grabbed it. Not even fully erect, the daddycock already dwarfed my dainty fingers. “It’s so big, Daddy. I love it.”

“Wait till I slide it in between your butt cheeks and pop open that ass cherry. Then you’ll know what it really means to love daddycock.”

“Oh, Daddy,” I cooed, jacking his now fully hard dick. “Do it, Daddy. I want to know what it feels like to have daddycock in my butt. I want to feel it shooting seed inside my virgin back hole. Do it, Daddy, breed my ass. Breed my ass just like you did with my mouth-pussy and cunnyhole.”

Desire and wanting overcame me and I planted my cum covered lips onto Daddy’s while pumping his dick in my hand. He kissed me back just as passionately. My mouth opened to receive his tongue, mine meeting his, and the traces of his daddyseed that still was in my mouth mixed with his saliva. As our tongues and lips wrestled, his hand went up my skirt, and after that, a finger up my pussy. My legs spread a little further apart all by themselves, giving him easier access, which he took full advantage of; now using two fingers instead of one to massage in and out of my cunny.

Eventually, Daddy broke off the kiss. A thin string of his cum stretched out from my lip to his. We saw it at the same time and laughed, causing the sting of cum to break, which only made us laugh more. 

When the laughter subsided, Daddy said: “Alright, come on. Let’s get you cleaned so I can deflower your tight little shithole.” 

Taking Daddy’s hand I followed him down the hallway, walking gingerly as to not fall in my high heels. This cleaning Daddy was about to give me had me curious. “Daddy I still don’t get why you need to clean me if Mommy already bathed me? If it’s because my makeup is messed up from your daddycock facefucking and I have cum stuck in my hair and running down my leg, seriously, Daddy, it’s no big deal. I actually like to be covered in your cum and the messed up makeup is like a daddycock badge of honor.”

Daddy chuckled as we walked. “Don’t worry, dear. The cleaning I’m about to give you has nothing to do with your smeared makeup or cum splatters. I’m going to clean out your anus.”

“You mean the poopie hole?” I asked.

“Yes, honey, your shithole,” Daddy confirmed and corrected.

I reached behind my skirt and stuck a finger up my butt and pulled it out. “Look, Daddy, it’s clean. Mommy makes sure to always wipe me good.” 

“I don’t doubt that she does. But Mommy only cleans the outside of your shithole, and only after you make a poopie. But inside you, there’s always still a little left. Even if you can’t see or feel it. This sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, causes accidents when daddies fuck their daughters in the ass. They make messes on the daddycock.”

I blushed. “I don’t want to dirty your daddycock with my shithole, Daddy.”

“I know you don’t sweetie. That’s why I’m going to give you an enema before I pop your ass cherry. That way we are sure to avoid any embarrassment.”

“How will giving me an M&M keep your dick clean inside my dirty shithole?”

“No sweetie,” Daddy laughed, caressing the small of my back. “Not an M&M but an enema. Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

We arrived inside the bathroom. Daddy took off my skirt and had me take a seat in the same hygiene chair, with a round hole in the seat, that I had used earlier when Mommy shaved my pussy bald before my deflowering. He helped me put my feet in the foot stirrups, but left my high heels on. Because of the three-inch heels, it was awkward in the foot stirrups and I was forced to bend my legs, with my knees almost up to my boobies. Daddy said this was a good thing because he said bending the knees helps with enemas. “And besides,” he added, “you look hot as fuck spread eagle in the chair with high heels on and your legs bent and spread wide like that.” Daddy stroked his hard cock as proof.

I giggled. “Well, in that case, let’s leave them on.”

Daddy then reached over to the side of the chair and pulled the lever that tilted and reclined the chair so it fell back till I tilted backwards, just a bit past parallel, with my head inclined slightly downwards and feet slightly elevated. It was almost like laying flat and wasn’t uncomfortable.

Daddy stood over me, his strong and long fingers stroking my face and playing with my hair. “You just wait right there, I’ll be back in a jiffy,” and then he left, leaving me alone laying on my back with legs in the air in the hygiene chair.

As I waited for Daddy to return I thought about how wonderful the day had been already. I thought about how Mommy had shaved my pussy bald and massaged my titties earlier. I remembered how exciting it had been to see Daddy’s huge meaty daddycock for the first time, it was even bigger (and more beautiful) than I hoped and dreamed. Not to mention how wonderful it felt when Daddy was working it in and out of my pussy, or how delicious his daddycum tasted when it unloaded down my throat. My pussy warmed and tingled as I thought about all these things, and I reached down to rub my clitty.

Just as I started fingering myself, Daddy came back. “Having fun are we?” he smiled.

I smiled back, but stopped rubbing myself, a bit surprised Daddy had returned with an assortment of items. He was holding a clear plastic bin about four feet long and two feet in depth. Inside the bin was what looked like a red rubber balloon and a long coiled plastic tube and a bunch of bottles and other items. “Is all that for my enema?” my eyes widened in terror.

“Yes,” Daddy said calmly. Ignoring or not noticing my apprehension. He placed the bin on the bathroom floor and slid it beneath the hygiene chair, lining it up lengthwise with the hole in the ass part of the seat. I called this hole the wipey-hole because like I said earlier, it was through this hole Mommy cleaned me after my poopies.

“The bin is for when you expel,” Daddy informed me. Then he reached down into the bin and retrieved the giant red rubber balloon along with a water pitcher that I had not previously noticed inside the bin. Daddy held up the balloon above my head so I could get a good look at it.   “This is called an enema bag. The water pitcher is so we have an idea of how much water I’m putting in the bag, and of course you, as well.  The pitcher holds about two quarts. We’ll start there and then see how it goes. Might be too much, might not be enough.”

I had no idea what Daddy was talking about. It sounded so technical, and honestly, a bit frightening. In spite of my confusion, I nodded my head. “Ok, Daddy,” I gulped, “if you say so.”

“Very good, baby girl, very good.”

Daddy then walked off out of my view and I heard him turn on the faucet. I heard the rush water hit the sink first, then the pitcher. The sink was located behind the hygiene chair, and even though it was just water going into a pitcher, it made me nervous only being able to hear the water entering the pitcher and not see it at the same time. 

“Don’t worry babydoll,” I heard Daddy call out from behind me, talking a bit louder to be heard over the sound of water shooting into the pitcher. “I’m making sure the water is nice and warm. Having cold water in your shit chute might upset your tummy faster than warm water will. “

What? This was the first time Daddy had said anything about my tummy hurting. I thought he was just going to clean my shithole. What did my tummy have to do with an enema and why was he sure it was going to hurt? I swallowed a lump in my throat and found enough courage to speak. “Uhm, Daddy, are you sure I need an enema?”

“Oh yes, babydoll, very sure,” Daddy responded enthusiastically. “Every girl should get an enema before her anal deflowering. It’s a shame so many don’t. But you’re lucky, my princess, you have a daddy that will make sure you lose your anal cherry properly.”

I heard Daddy turn off the water. Then he reappeared in my periphery, walked past me, and went digging in the plastic bin again. He came back to my side looking over me with a wide ear to ear smile, and showed me what he had pulled from the bin. A bottle of soap, mineral oil, a round container IODIZED SALT written on it, a wooden spoon, and lastly a bowl with clumps of white powder. 

“Th-th, that’s for the enema too, Daddy?” I bit my lip nervously.

“Yes,” his eyes twinkled as he spoke. “I’m going to add all of this to the water and make a special enema mixture for you. One that will not only clean you out but leave you feeling and smelling good.” He saw my eyes focused on the powder. “Sodium Butyrate. A fancy way of saying, make you shit like a racehorse.”

Again, I still had no idea what Daddy was talking about, but it was clear to me he sure knew a lot about enemas, and from the way he happily went about setting everything up, he certainly was enjoying himself too. To me, that was the most important thing. I was scared, nervous, and I had to pee, but I pushed all that aside seeing how happy this enema was going to make my daddy. And that’s all I wanted out of life, to make my Daddy happy. Even if I was scared to death of what his happiness meant for me. 

Daddy finally finished setting up the enema and came to stand over me. He was still only wearing a shirt. His daddycock was swollen, stretching out like a bulging awning over my head, as I lay looking face up in the hygiene chair. I wanted it in my mouth and began flicking it with my tongue, just like Daddy had taught me as we sat together on the couch earlier.

“Oh babydoll, you do that so good.” Daddy grabbed his dick, angled it, and pushed it in and out of my mouth a couple of times for about a minute until finally stopping. I frowned and Daddy saw my disappointment. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll let you suck my dick later, but right now, we’re going to play with your butt for a bit. You ready to find out how much fun a girl and her daddy can have with her anus?”

“I think so,” I whispered in a low barely audible voice.

Daddy must’ve not heard me because he walked away without saying anything. With him no longer there standing above me I had a clear view of the ceiling and the two-quart full enema bag hanging from the hook there. I had seen the white hard plastic hook hanging from the ceiling a thousand times before. Mommy normally hung my outfits from the hook there as she got me ready for school in the mornings, and I never saw it as much more than that, a clothes hanger. But being almost tilted upside down and seeing the enema bag hanging from there, with the long tube daddy had called the rectal tube trailing from it, the hook took on a more ominous aspect. Daddy told me the reason the hook was there was not for hanging clothes like I thought, but specially put there with me and enemas in mind, and now that I was eighteen it could finally be used for what it was intended for.   

I heard and felt Daddy walk up in between my legs. From my inclined position I could only partially make out his form, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. Even though I was scared, the sensation of Daddy between my spread-eagled legs, with my pussy and ass presented to him as a freebie, but at the same time being unable to see him or what he was doing was exhilarating and making me wet.

“I love looking at your bald cunny, honey,” I heard Daddy say, feeling his breath on my pussy lips. “I bet you it tastes just as good as it looks.” 

Then I felt Daddy slide his tongue from the bottom to the top of my slit. It was a strange but pleasant sensation. “Ooh, Daddy,” I slightly squirmed.  “That feels funny… but good.”

“You pleased Daddy with your mouth earlier, now Daddy’s going to make you feel good with mine.” Daddy kissed my vagina and slid his tongue along my entry again. His lips puckered softly on my clitty and tip of his tongue lightly dabbed it. My pussy tingled with pleasure and the sensation traveled throughout my entire body, from my curled toes to my moaning mouth. Daddy was an expert cunny licker. His tongue made unhurried passes along and inside my pussy lips, causing my pussy to convulse and contract.  I closed my eyes and rubbed my titties and thighs, losing myself in the ecstasy. 

Daddy started fingering my pussy as his tongue massaged my clitty. Then he pulled his finger out, ran in down my cleft, and pushed it firmly against my anus.

“Eh!” I yelped, caught off guard. 

My vocal surprise didn’t stop Daddy,  he just kept eating me out and pushed his finger harder onto my butthole. My anus was tight and was trying to refuse his finger entry, but Daddy pushed harder. The tip of his finger slid in and I jerked.

Daddy rubbed my belly. “Easy, Kayleigh, easy,” he soothed and petted like he was calming a frightened bucking mare. “Just relax.”

I took a deep breath. Daddy dug his finger in and out of my ass, going deeper with each plunge. Soon his back and forth motions had worked the top part of his finger in me, then knuckle deep, until finally, I had his entire index finger up my ass. 

It felt weird like I had to poop out his finger, but it felt good too, especially as he licked my pussy at the same time. In just a short time though, I got used to the ass fingering, and the feeling of daddy probing my asshole started to feel good. I twisted my nipples, squeezed my titties, and writhed in lust. In a few more seconds I was going to orgasm.

“Yes Daddy, just like that,” I howled like a bitch in heat.

The orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My pussy spasmed, legs shook, and an asshole tightened around Daddy’s finger. He wiggled it around and a second wave of euphoria exploded from my anus, causing my pussy to quiver even more.

“YES!” I cried loud enough to wake up heaven.

Daddy helped me prolong my orgasm for as long as possible, finger my clenching asshole and licking my cunny as I came. Eventually, I calmed down and the waves of pleasure slowly diminished in intensity. Daddy pulled his finger out of my ass and came back around the chair to stand over me, his mighty daddycock just above my nose again.

“Did you like having your ass played with like that, honey?” he asked.

I smiled dreamily, traces of the orgasm still coursing through my body. “Yes, Daddy. A finger up my butt made my cunny feel good.”

“Yes, but it smells very bad.” Daddy took the finger that had just been in my anus and stuck it under my nose. It smelled like poopie and I turned away. “See? Can you imagine how bad my daddycock would smell if I had stuck it up your shit pipe like that? Would you want to suck my cock if it smelled like shit?”

I turned my head and scrunched up my nose. “No. Disgusting.”

“Exactly.” Daddy bent down out of my sight for a moment and stood back up, holding the white silicone enema nozzle attached to the end of the enema bag tubing. Immediately I saw how much bigger it was than Daddy’s finger, about 3 and a half inches long.  In the throes of my pleasure, I had forgotten about the enema. I suddenly had to pee again. “That’s why we’re going to clean you out first.”

Daddy walked back around in between my legs. The enema bag dangled above me and I saw the tubing swinging in the air as Daddy walked with it in hand. Daddy touched my butt hole, his finger was cold and slimy. “Giving you some lube,” he announced. He rubbed the lube around and inside my anus. “Ok, here comes the nozzle.”

I clenched as the tip of the silicone nozzle touched my anus. Daddy pushed and it slid uncomfortably inside.  It wasn’t soft and flexible like Daddy’s finger had been. Instead, it was hard, rigid, and it hurt.

“Ouch,”  I squirmed.  

“Stop moving,” Daddy thumped by tummy lightly. “Ok, now I’m opening the clamp. This will feel weird.”

I felt the water flow into my anus and I instantly became aware of my intestines in a way that I had never been before. The water was warm and rippled along my colon as it rushed up it.

“You’re right Daddy, that does feel weird.”

The flow continued and water gushed up my ass. After a moment my stomach started to bubble and feel heavy. I winced and shifted a bit in the hygiene chair.

“I thought I told you to stop moving,” Daddy thumped my belly again, this time a bit harder.

“Yes Daddy,” I whimpered. He had hit on the exact spot where my belly hurt most. But I wanted to please my Daddy so I didn’t move anymore. I just stayed still as water pumped into me. The bellyache was getting worse and worse. The pain was sharp, and I was feeling bloated, and the bubbling in my belly now felt like popcorn popping inside my guts.

“Daddy,” I grunted. I was in so much pain it was hard to talk. “It hurts.”

I heard him leave the space between my legs and saw him appear next to me. He reached up and touched at the enema bag, judging its remaining contents. “About halfway there.” He turned around towards me, his raging daddycock hard and erect,  the thick veins of it showing, and flushed with blood. “Here, suck on this. It will take your mind off the pain.”

Daddy was right – having his cock in my mouth really helped a lot. Especially once he grabbed onto my head and started facefucking me. His dick stabbing into the back of my throat made me barely notice that my stomach hurt (though I still felt it), and I got so distracted by gagging on daddycock before I knew it the enema bag was empty and I had two quarts of water up my ass.

Daddy stopped facefucking me and went around to inspect my ass. “Ok Kayleigh, I”m going to pull out the nozzle. It’s very important you keep holding the water inside you.”

Oh, I had to shit so bad. But I couldn’t disappoint Daddy. “Ok,” I agreed, my voice coming out in a feeble squeak due to my hurting belly.

I felt Daddy grab on to the nozzle, and slowly pull it out of my ass. I felt instant relief and gave into the feeling, inadvertently farting out a rocket jet of water and arching pee-pee out of my cunny. The pee-pee went all over Daddy and my ass projected through the wipey-hole and blasting water and shit into the bin Daddy had placed just below it.

“Kayleigh!” he yelled angrily. “Young lady, you better close your asshole this instant.”

“Argh!” I screamed, bit my lip, gritted my teeth, and put everything I had into closing my prostate. It was difficult. The water was coming out so fast, but I squeezed for everything I was worth and eventually was able to get a hold of my anus and stop it from spewing water. I was still peeing though but Daddy didn’t seem to mind.  He had his mouth on my Cunny and was drinking it! 

“Daddy, are you drinking my pee?” I asked sheepishly.

“Mmmm, yes,” he said as he slurped the urine straight from my slit.

“Do you like drinking pee?”

“Oh yes. You will too.” Daddy came out from between my legs and walked over to me, pointed his hard daddycock, and fired a hot stream of piss right in my face. I turned my head, but Daddy grabbed me and forced me to face his piss shooting Daddycock. “Don’t try to turn away. Let that daddycock piss get in your mouth so you develop a taste for it.” Daddy squeezed open my mouth, and the acidic liquid landed on my tongue. I coughed and kept coughing on Daddy’s urine till Daddy finished pissing in my mouth. Which coincidentally was the same time as me.

“How was it?” Daddy asked.

I didn’t like the taste of pee, but I didn’t want to make Daddy sad. “It was very good,” I lied.

“I’m happy to hear that,” Daddy said, and I smiled. “As for your enema, the good news is, some stool came out of you. The bad news is, you didn’t keep in all the water as I told you.” He unhooked the empty enema bag from the ceiling above me and walked off out of my sight. I heard the faucet turn on. My eyes widened in terror at what that meant. “Can’t be sure how much water you lost, so just to be safe, I’m going to give you another two quarts.”

My stomach rumbled. I felt so full and heavy. I wasn’t sure I could take another drop of water up my ass, let alone two quarts. “But Daddy,” I protested. “I’m already hurting so bad. Please let me go poop first. I really gotta go.”

Daddy came back with the enema bag and hung it up on the hook above me again. “Listen, Kayleigh, if you had just kept the water inside you like Daddy said, I wouldn’t have to put in anymore. You have no one to blame but yourself. Don’t worry though, Daddy will help you.”

Daddy returned to his place between my legs and without announcing it this time, shoved the enema nozzle right back up my rectum. Once again, I felt water flowing out of the tube and down the lines of my colon. The pain in my stomach was beyond unbearable now and I started crying.

“Please Daddy, I have to go ca-ca,” I sobbed.

“Not yet, you don’t,” he responded.

Then I heard a click. The click was followed by a buzzing electrical hum. Suddenly my pussy came alive as the buzzing touched my clitty. “What’s that, Daddy?”

“A vibrator. It will make your enema feel better.”

Like always, Daddy was right. The vibrator buzzing on my pussy sent electric pleasure shocks through my cunny and body. Just like my cunny had felt wonderful while being stimulated and fingered in the ass at the same time, the enema nozzle spraying me combined with the vibrator was like heaven. The pain didn’t distract from enjoyment, it only made it feel better. Inside me, my bloating belly rubbed up against my cervix which had the effect of making the ripples of the vibrations from the buzzing amplified.

Much like how the enema had passed into the background of my mind and senses when I was sucking daddycock, the same happened with the vibrator. It was always keeping me on edge,  always ready on the precipice of an orgasm, but never actually getting me off. It was like being underneath a wave that never crashed.

When the enema bag was empty the proof of it was in the size of my belly. It was so bloated that I looked like a pregnant woman. Daddy said as much. “It’s like my seed has already grown inside of you and you’re already five months pregnant.”

“Ok, I’m going to take the nozzle out again. But baby, since I know you had problems holding it in last time, I’m going to plug you up this time. This will not only keep the water in you but help train your ass muscles.”

Daddy pulled out the nozzle and I did my best to clench. This time I was much more successful. Only a trickle came out. “Very good, honey,” Daddy complimented me. “I’m still going to plug you up to be sure.” 

Daddy placed the cold smooth metal butt plug against my sphincter and shoved. The butt plug was thicker than the enema nozzle and Daddy’s finger combined and I felt my anus stretching as Daddy forced it in me. I pushed back against him and water shot out, but like plugging a dam, Daddy ramed the buttplug in my hole, and my ejecting flow ceased instantly. The water wanted to come out bad, pushing up against the butt hole blocking my exit, but the plug held against the pressure. I cried out. “You’re going to hold the water in there for a good five minutes now.’

“But Daddy, it hurts. Can I at least get the vibrator again? I think that will help.” 

“I’ll give you something better.” I felt Daddy’s mushroom tipped cock at the entrance of my cunnyhole and smiled. Daddy plowed into me and began pumping my cunny. The hygiene chair rocked in rhythm to his hip thrusts. My full belly and titties bounced up and down as Daddy had his way with me. The pain was dissipating with each dive of daddycock.  My stomach still hurt a little, but I hardly noticed, because Daddy driving away at my pussy felt even better. I hit my climax.

“I’m cumming Daddy!”

As my pussy twitched and pulsated I felt Daddy shoot his seed into my innards at the same time. Then Daddy reached down and yanked the buttplug free from ass. The sensation was amazing and I exploded from the ass as I came all over Daddy. The water shot from my shithole like it was coming from a firehose reverberating loudly as it hit the plastic bin below me with force. It felt like a waterfall was coming out of my ass and my pussy quaked, gripping tighter on Daddy’s cock, sucking out every bit of daddycum into my womb; 

Daddy collapsed on top of me, heaving, panting, spent. I was the same, but despite my fatigue, my asshole was working overtime. The water still gushed out in a powerful torrent, and I heard it not forming a pool in the bin below me.

Eventually, Daddy got up off me. He came up to my side and stroked my face. My flagellating and spraying wet ass echoing off the bathroom walls was the only sound between us. Finally, Daddy spoke, “You look exhausted.”

He was right, I was extremely tired. All the fucking and shitting had me out of energy. 

“Daddy’s going to let you rest a bit. You just stay right there and keep expelling. I’ll be back to check on you, ok, sugar bum?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said listlessly.

Daddy kissed me then headed out of the room. I turned my head, closing my heavy eyes, resting and expelling into the bin below me until finally, sleep came to take me away. 

***

I don’t know how long I was out for but when I woke up I heard the sound of laughter.  I looked about trying to figure out where I was. I saw I was in the living room on the couch. A blanket covered me but underneath I was nude. I felt light as a feather and extremely well-rested. I assumed it was because of the enema orgasm. The chair, the vibrator, and nozzle up my ass all came back to me. Especially my ass. It felt like the butt plug was still up to my shithole. I reached down and found out it wasn’t just a residual feeling, but I really did have a butt plug up my ass. I remembered it shooting out when I orgasmed on Daddy’s dick, but didn’t remember how it got back up there. 

Again, the sound of laughter came to me. I realized it was Mommy and Daddy and it was coming from the kitchen in the adjacent room.  I got up from the couch and headed that direction to join them, waddling oddly as I walked because of the butt plug. I decided not to remove it because it felt good. 

Mommy and Daddy were seated at the kitchen table with glasses of wine in their hands.  Daddy was naked like me. Mommy was clothed, wearing a pair of jeans and a loose-fitting button-up shirt. Their eyes were glossy from the wine, I assumed,  and they were all smiles as I entered. 

“And voila, the birthday girl.” Mommy got up and hugged me. “We were just talking about your deflowering. I’m so proud of you.”

“Hi Mommy,” I hugged her back. “Thank you.”

Daddy waved me over. “Come here, baby girl, and sit on your daddy’s lap.”

Mommy guided me to awaiting Daddy and I sat down on his knee. But as soon as my bottom contacted his knee, a jolt of pain shot up my asshole. Daddy stroked my back, gently guiding back to his knee. “That’s the buttplug up your ass that you’re feeling. Mommy and I put it in there while you were sleeping and we cleaned you. You’ll get used to it, just try not to move too much and it won’t hurt.”

“Mommy and I?” Mommy raised an eyebrow playfully as she sat back at the table and sipped some more wine. “More like, just Mommy. If it was up to Daddy, you’d still be in the hygiene chair covered in shit, cum, and piss with water leaking out of your ass. Men always prefer to have a good time than clean up after themselves,” Mommy shook her head in mock disapproval. Mommy always teased Daddy like this, but in the end, she knew her place was to serve, which made the game of her pretending to be upset all more fun between them. Still, I didn’t know what Mommy was talking about. I just saw her and Daddy grinning.

“What’s so funny?” I laughed, their good humor infected me as well.

“Well,” Daddy chuckled and sipped from his wine, “you see you passed out in the hygiene chair during your enema orgasm, but your sphincter kept function even while you were unconscious. Brown water and some clumps of shit were flowing heavily out of your ass even though you were sound asleep. You looked so hot letting your bowels go with your legs spread wide open in the hygiene chair while you slept, I couldn’t help myself and started fucking that bald cunny of yours again. Time had flown by and  I was either at my third or fourth round of dicking down your unconscious cunny, hitting it so hard,  that  I didn’t hear your mother come home. When she saw me tapping you, smeared shit running down your thighs, and you not responding she screamed bloody murder.” Daddy and Mommy both burst out laughing aloud. “Took me fifteen minutes to calm her down.”

Mommy put her hand on her head and shook it embarrassedly, laughing as she spoke: “Seriously, Kayleigh, I thought he had literally fucked you to death I mean, you weren’t moving.” She laughed again. “But after he explained to me you were alive and I saw you were breathing and just resting up after an intense enema orgasm, I finally was able to get ahold of myself. At first, I thought the worst. Wouldn’t be the first time a father got carried away on a claiming day!”

We all laughed. Dinner continued on in this atmosphere for the rest of the evening. Much of the conversation was centered around my claiming, and how much I loved fucking Daddy and how much Daddy loved fucking me in return. Mommy was attentive to every word, asked questions, and always wanted more details. Daddy and I were happy to oblige

Mommy had prepared a meatloaf but I declared the only meat I wanted to eat was daddycock. So Daddy and Mommy ate the meatloaf for dinner, while I crawled under the table and sucked off daddycock for my meal. Dessert was the best part, because Daddy finished in my mouth, giving me a generous serving of his yummy daddycum. 

When dinner was over, the three of us headed to the couch in the living room and watched a movie. It was a comedy movie about a girl who pretends to be the young girlfriend of her Daddy to people who don’t know they are Daddy and daughter. Her daddy didn’t know about the lie she had told, kissing his daughter in front of others and saying affectionate things like ‘I love you’, without being aware that people were mistaking his daughter for his girlfriend. Everyone in the movie thought he was in a relationship with a woman much younger than him, and criticized him for it. I didn’t get why a Daddy being mistaken for dating his daughter was funny. Daddy and I were the proof that romance between a father and his daughter was beautiful and something to be celebrated, not mocked.

Even as we watched the movie, Daddy and I showed how much we loved each other, him stroking my cunny; and me, playing with his daddycock. During the entire movie we lightly fondled, petted, and french kissed. From time to time Mommy would look over at us and comment every once in a while with things like: “You two are so perfect together,” or, “your hand looks so tiny and adorable with that huge daddycock in it.”

Eventually, when the movie ended, we all decided to go to bed. But instead of how it had been my whole life, with Mommy and Daddy going to their room and me going to mine alone, it was Mommy who was going alone to my old room and Daddy and I who was going to what was formerly their room but was now our room.

Daddy and I hugged and kissed Mommy goodnight. “Ok you two, I’ll see you in the morning,” Mommy said. Then looking at me she teasingly added: “Hopefully as a fully claimed woman.” I giggled at the implication and kissed her one last time before she headed off to what was to be her new room. 

No sooner had Mommy left, Daddy surprised me by suddenly swooping me up off the ground in his big burly daddy arms. He held me easily like a child in his embrace, and  I shrieked out in joyful laughter. 

“Well, princess, shall we christian our newly shared daddy-daughter bed or what?” Daddy asked.

“Yes Daddy, seed me in the bed where you used to seed Mommy. I want to sleep on the same side of the mattress she used to. I want to be the first face you see when you wake up in the morning, Daddy. Let’s go and make the bed ours.”

Daddy carried me in his arms and I kissed all over his neck, stubby bearded chin, and lips all the way to the bedroom. When we arrived, he lowered me gently onto the bed and positioned his massive heavy body on top of me. His head lowered and his lips met mine, and there on the bed, perhaps the same mattress I was conceived on, Daddy and I shared long full, hard, passionate kisses.  

As Daddy melted me with his kisses, his massive hands roamed over the lengths and curves of my body. He touched me there, here, and everywhere at once. It was like being enveloped in a blanket of caresses. Next, he seized me in his mighty grip, lifted me up and turned me over onto my belly, I yelped in surprise at the sudden change in position, and then yelped again, this time in pleasure, as I felt Daddy stick a finger in my pussy.

As he massaged my vagina, his other hand pulled on the buttplug, slowly working the shiny sliver plug centimeter by centimeter out of my anus. My hips involuntarily bounced backward in an effort to seek more of the pleasure that was coming from below them. The plug came out and I felt my asshole hold open a wide gape. Daddy removed his fingers from my pussy.

“No Daddy, don’t stop,” I begged. “I want more.”

Behind me, I felt Daddy get up on the bed and then put his full weight on top of me, the hairs of his chest on my back, and his huge hard daddycock laying flat against my ass crack. “Don’t worry babydoll,” he whispered huskily into my ear, “Daddy’s going to give you more.” 

And like that Daddy easily entered my gaping rectum. With one swift push of his massive daddycock he was already balls deep, and in the next pounding away like there was no tomorrow. It didn’t take any getting used to, there was no pain, no strangeness, only instant satisfaction. The enema and butt plug had made it so my anus was well prepared for penis. I understood now why Daddy had given them to me, so I could enjoy him fucking my ass like I should.

“Oh, oh, oh, Daddy. P-p-pound my -shi-t-hoooole,” I tried to communicate through the relentless daddycock sodomizing I was receiving. 

Daddy became more aggressive, driving greater violence into my ass behind each consecutive thrust  He reached his arms around me, almost holding me in a two-arm chokehold as he fucked madly away inside my butt. “Yeah babydoll, you like having Daddy in your ass. Are you a daddycock ass-slut?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I enthusiastically cried. “I’m a daddycock ass-slut.”

“Daddy’s ready to cum. Is your little shithole ready?”

“Yes Daddy, breed my ass. Shoot your seed deep into it and claim me.”

Then with a grunt Daddy let go of my neck and pushed my head dead hard into the bed, nearly smothering me. “I’m cuming!” I felt his dick jump followed by jets of white daddycum spraying the walls of my colon. The feeling of Daddy shooting off in my ass and his massive hand driving my head face down into the bed caused me to orgasm as well. Together we screamed out in pure pleasure, Daddy yelling like a mad man, me shouting out muffled moans into the bed. 

It was just the first of many fuck sessions that night, Daddy using my throat and pussy just like he had used my ass. By the time we finally went to sleep, I had been well fucked in all three holes and covered in cum. It had been the best birthday ever, and most importantly, was just the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

Read Part 3 here