He moved his hands to the backs of my thighs and opened his fingers. He pushed upward so that my buttocks rolled up off the rug. I could feel pressure on my shoulders and the back of my head. The weight of my body was on the center of my back. My feet were high in the air with the toes curled under gripping at the balls. I had to swallow more frequently that normal to keep from drooling. I could feel Daddy's hot lips on the smooth milky white cheeks of my ass.

Daddy moved his hands to my buttocks and I clutched myself by the shins to keep my legs up in the air. Daddy bit and licked at my buttocks. He kneaded my butt flesh with his strong fingers as if he were a chef preparing unrisen dough for baking.

Daddy turned his wrists.

He pointed his fingers inward toward my ass crack.

He pressed his fingertips deeply into the supple flesh.

He then pulled the cheeks of my ass apart very slowly.

He didn't stop until they were as far apart as they could go. The skin in the crack was pulled taut. He opened me as if he were parting the sections of a ripe fruit. Daddy got his head very low. The crack of my ass was well lubricated from the natural lubrication that had drooled from the bottom of my pink swollen poontang.

Daddy placed the tip of his tongue on the top of my ass track winch was closest to the carpet. He flicked back and forth and lifted his head so that his tongue was ever-closer to my asshole. At that point I could feel a tingling start in my rectum. In a couple of seconds my anus was on fire. I had never given much thought to anal intercourse, but I was starting to think that I might be the kind of woman who would enjoy her man's cock inside all three of her holes. Of course, I gave little consideration to the pain involved in such incestuous buggery, and was reacting solely to the desire my bung felt at that moment for my Daddy's curious and bold tongue.