Steamy Affairs(Erotica)

You looked down at those innocent eyes straining up to stare back at you, and realized this was a test. She was probing to see how comfortable you’d grown in the dynamic, enough to joke about it? Enough to push her past a point even she was slightly anxious of? Your girl would not relent, you knew that now. She would get you to use her in every possible way she could think of, one way or another. The only question was whether you would take the first step… once in a while.

You sat back on your haunches, appraising her sprawled form. Despite the removal of your weight she stayed pressed against the mat, her rosy ass cheeks raised slightly toward you, just asking to be grabbed hold of. You slid an eye across the puckered star between them. It was quite inviting, as ringed doors of skin and muscle go. Not that you were going to tell her that.

“It will probably hurt. And… it’s not that cute.” A feeble joke, but you timed it just right. A great smile flashed across her face, quickly shuttered behind mock indignation and a haughty, fake British accent.

“How DARE you! My ass is the prettiest thing this side of the mountains! I demand you try it out for yourself by way of apology. A lady prides herself on the appeal of her sphincter… You must ravage it most thoroughly, right now; to let it know it is worthy.”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She reached back towards you, drawing her knees up and pulling her cheeks apart, spreading this new theatre open for you. It seemed to wink at you… perhaps clearing its throat in readiness to receive a visitor.

Well you couldn’t back out now. Scooping up a little more oil, you spread it along your shaft, giving her as easy a task as you could. Then you leaned in and lined it up, kissing your head to that opening. Your daughter took a deep breath, then let it out gradually as you pushed your way in. The grip of her was immediate, that ring of muscle clenching shut just beyond the bulbous tip of your invasion.

God, it was tight. The grasp of her rectum threatening to crush the blood back out of your throbbing cock and throw you back out of this forbidding backdoor foyer. Yet the pressure only hardened your erection further, and slowly, ever so slowly, as that one great breath hissed from her lips, you felt her internal self relax a little. You pushed again, just slightly, and were rewarded with another centimeter, a step forward. Her spine arched again, her colon clenching, but less this time.

Once more you moved, pulling her hips slightly. Her breath had run out now and become a gasping, hissing suck of rain-tasting air. Yet you felt the oil helping. Felt her passage opening. You pulled back to her very entrance, then pushed forward. Retracing the ground you had already made and gaining just about the same distance again. She mewled like a cat but continued to hold her cheeks open to you, bobbing her knees to aid in your progress. Everytime you slid back and forth it grew easier for you both. Everytime you buried yourself deeper into her bowels… her piping unsure what to make of its new role, but as perfectly suited for the work of pleasuring you as the rest of her. Until finally you were back on top of her, resting against her asscheeks as your balls tickled her lower, possibly jealous entrance.

Through gritted teeth she asked: “Is that all of you? Have I done it?!”

To the assent of which she let out a relieved: “Oh thank God! I thought you were going to split me in two for a moment there… How does it feel?”

“Incredible.” Was all you could say. For it was, being held so tightly by your own child’s back passage. Violating her in ways even grown women refused to allow. Your perfect little wonder straining through pain and discomfort just to be available to you in every way she could.

“Well then don’t just lie there inside of me and get fucking! I want to get to the bit where this stops feeling like I sat on a pineapple as soon as possible!”

Chapter 7, Above, we are judged. Spat on far below

The sky rumbled its approval. As if whatever dark and brooding gods truly dwelt in those thunderous depths, they were behind this twisted dance of mortals 100%.

You could imagine Thor and Odin enjoying the raw and dirty revels of it. That same ancient and sublime wickedness you had felt upon the headland. As for Zeus, you barely had to consider it: That horny, old bastard had basically made defiling his close family into an artform. Sex was like a thunderstorm, the simile needed to be no more clichéd than that. It was a primordial truth. An uninspired thought that crept from the very core of you as lightning leapt up your spine. Static pleasure building up then bursting forth from the friction between your two bodies. She was so tight. So grasping. Forcing your way in and out of that tunnel of her was like drilling a new goldmine with every thrust. You could not go fast. You could not go easy. But you churned through her, feeling the worth of every inch.

She writhed with each new journey you made to her centre, clearly still in pain and discomfort. Yet you could feel that other part of her growing stronger and stronger. That burning hunger that flickered in her eyes whenever she’d dragged you both down to a new low, a new pit to revel in. She caught the flesh behind your thumb-knuckle and bit down, hard. A sharp throbbing pain that must have echoed her own, rising and sinking in pressure as you drove in and out of her. Tears trickled down her cheeks, but her whole body only threw itself onto you harder.

As the going got easier her eagerness only increased. Pushing herself back against you in a demand to be impaled deeper. She began to rise from her submissive crouch. Her bent forward askance to be taken like a dog. Now she sat back on you like the figurehead of some great galleon, letting you pull back on her arms as leverage to slam even further into her gut. Your cock was on fire, squeezed to a pulp within the choking depths of her. Yet still you both rose, carried by the pull of each other like some perpetual-motion machine, powered only by the intensity of incestuous anal sex.

A sudden wash of clarity came over you. It felt so dirty, so gruesome; to be doing what you were doing. Ploughing into your only child’s rear end. An ass you had once wiped clean and changed diapers over. While she cried through the very viciousness of her own desires. It was a horrible feeling to be watching over this, detached, completely unable to stop; or deny the pleasure of it. You appalled yourself, found every inch of this moment to be abhorrent, and wanted nothing more than to keep pushing it further. You began to stand up, to gain ground. To overbear her once more and drive her back down to the mat. To grind those last drops of innocence from her and teach her a lesson about unkempt desires. Play out a grim fairy tale of ‘be careful what you wish for’ using only your throbbing cock and the gulping softness of her rectum.

If she truly wanted to be nothing more than a puddle of fuckmeat; you would teach her exactly what that meant… You would pummel that winking anus until it was a gaping doorway of shame, fit only as a bowl for your cum. You would turn her into the mindless fuckpuppet slut she so clearly wanted to be: locked away from reality and living off a diet of only your semen and other fluids. Applied directly to whichever hole was nearest as even she couldn’t tell her face-pussy from either lower one anymore… You would… You would…

She stood up with you, surprised by the sudden increased ferocity of your thrusts. Or perhaps she had encountered this side of you before. The momentum of your bodies carried you both across the mat, sliding over the oily surface in a half controlled fall. That is until you ran out of mat, stumbling over wet decking out into the wider world. Out from the protection of a slanting roof. Into the torrent that still couldn’t decide whether it was a true storm or a lost monsoon.

The wall of water hit you both like only true torrents can: Dowsing and refreshing you at the same time. Your second, slimy skin sloughed off immediately, leaving only self-aware pinkness. Your daughter laughed aloud. Opening her mouth and eyes to drown in the feel of it. You suddenly felt very small… Crushed by the overwhelming size of the sky and its capacity to pour swimming pools over you in seconds. Another rumble of thunder played from further off, perhaps those old gods chuckling as they left you alone: a small man screwing his smaller daughter.

You had cum in her you realized… just as the rain hit. One of those sensations absorbing and belittling the other. You pulled out of her and kissed her, holding her tight against the storm. Your own tiny natural wonder, complete with semen-drenched bowels. She returned the kiss greedily, swirl her tongue around yours, then pulled back into the rain.

“Next time it’ll be easier!” She called over the roar of this wet world, then danced off across the lawn, all pains forgotten. You stood for awhile and watched her. Wondering what on earth she meant.