Conditioned

"Daddy," Maria cooed as she came in the room. I recognized the tone; I knew what she needed. "I have to go."

I smiled up at her and set down my book. She needed me, after all, and I could not abandon my sweet little girl in her time of need. I never had before, throughout her life. "Okay, baby," I replied, standing and following her.

I watched my daughter's butt wiggling in her tight jeans and she led me down the hall. I couldn't say that, as her father, I approved of such a provocative look as the low riding pants and high-riding tank-top shirts that exposed her tight mid-drift and petite shoulders. At fourteen, she just didn't seem old enough to be so tempting to the men of the world and sometimes I worried about her. I know what I was thinking about girls starting at about that age, and it seemed that these days, kids just kept getting younger and younger when they started having sex.

I banished such thoughts from my mind, though. I had faith that Maria would talk to me about such things when the time was right. After all, we were very close - we always had been. Her mother, Camilla, had died in labor - it's not common these days, but unexpected complications can occur. Camilla had be a petite woman, just like Maria; a small delicate Spanish flower I had met so many years ago. Maria looked a lot like her, the dark wavy dark, beautiful brown eyes, and the dark complexion.

She had a spark to her, much like her mother, and a hot, fiery zest for life that often left me exhausted as I tried to keep up with her. She had been a handful for a single father, but I think I rose to the challenge. Her eyes always held glee and energy, a genuine delight, and she smile readily and laughed often, a truly magical sound if ever there was one.

She was a dancer, my little girl was, following in the foot-steps of her mother. Now, her mother never did it professionally - well, during college she did dance for money - and lots of it from what I understand - but I'm not sure is the type of dancing people mean when they say 'professional dance'. But I had taught Maria the same dances her mother had taught me when we had dated; my daughter had been snared by it, it was one of her greatest passions, now, and I spent half of my free time a week driving her to and from dance-classes. If nothing else, it sculpted her figure into a more striking resemblance to the woman who bore her.

Maria was silent as she led me up to the up-stairs bathroom. She unzipped her jeans and slowly peeled the fabric down her developing hips and thighs, her slender legs ripe with grace and beauteous curves. My eyes hungrily devoured her flesh as she revealed it to me inch by inch. She shook her waist a little, shifting from one foot to the other, to help pull down ridiculously tight pants. She bent over to unsheathe her calves from the tigh confines of the denim, and her young, round ass thrust back out at me. She was wearing a black thong, and my gaze followed the dark fabric around her waist and down through the wonder valley between those young mounds of soft brown flesh. I recalled her mother's sexy strip performances for me over the years of our life together and I couldn't help but smile at the thought at how much of that same seductiveness my little girl had inherited from Camilla.

She pulled off her shirt next, sliding it up over her head with her slender arms; her every motion having the grace of a dancer. She tossed it to the ground next to her pants, the hooked her thumbs in the straps of her thong and slowly wiggled out of them, bending at the knees in order to slide them down to ankles before stepping out of them.

She turned to me, smiling. She radiated glee and warmth, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of love for my sweet child. I kissed her gently on the forehead, as her fingers skillfully unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my own jeans. Not as fitted as hers, my pants fell to the ground in a heap with the slightest urging, my boxers with them, and as I stepped out of the discarded garments, Maria pulled my shirt from my body. Her hand idly caressed my cock, which was already rock hard after watching her little strip show. It always was - no matter how often I saw it, watching my daughter take her cloths off got me horny.

She knelt down on the cold tile and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked on it and worked her lips across the shaft slowly, with practiced precision and patience. She knew what she was doing - she had done it often enough over the years. While pleasurable, and very sexy for me to watch, this was not a blow job, not really. The last thing either of us wanted now was for me to cum. That just was not the point.

After a few minutes, she stood and turned. She leaned over, planting her hands on the edge of the toilet seat and presenting me with her smooth, round ass. I slid my hands across her dark skin, so much darker than my own, as I spread her cheeks apart, revealing the wrinkled ring of flesh. It was my turn now, and I lowered myself to the floor and leaned my face into her rear, kissing her tender anus. I kissed and sucked and lapped at her hole, delighting at the soft moans and the pants my mouth elicited from hers. I could smell the delicate scent of her arousal. Both of these were relatively new to this ritual; previously, her usual response had been giggles, but now that her body was more developed, she was reacting differently. It was no real surprise, and if anything, made it all the more enjoyable for me.

But my purpose was not for her pleasure - not really, anyway. I was glad she was enjoying it, and I know I loved to lick her ass and could set myself to the task for hours if the opportunity to do so ever arose. As of yet, such activities had a specific purpose.

I stood when I was sure I had wet her sphincter enough, and, holding my cock in my hand, and leaned forward. I pressed my spit-slicked shaft into her anus, and she purred and pushed her body back against mine. It was an easy penetration; her anus was well used to suck penetration. At this point, I doubted that we needed to lube each other but before sex, but that was the ritual of it, and neither of us wanted to ruin such a wonderful tradition.

My cock speared her puckered ass and slid deeper and deeper into her petite body. I was pressing into something, pushing it back inside of her, which made her gasp a little and I drove myself farther inside of her. Some of the resistance yielded, and my cock broke into a hot, thick mess inside of her. Her pushed herself harder against me, using her arms to drive her rear against me, forcing my cock far into her young body. We sighed with pleasure as her ass pressed hard against my tights. I was as deep as I could be inside her rectum, and we were both loving the feeling.

We stopped her for just a few moments, me indulging in the tight heat I felt grasping at my cock as she squeezed her anus in quick pulses. I guess she liked the feeling of being so full; she gasped in time with each squeeze. I slowly withdrew, watching as my cock birthed from her dark skin. While my hands were pale next to her flesh, my cock was darker than she was, coated brown by the shit in her ass. We both knew this was the case - it was the point of it, after all. I pulled back until the head of my cock was clenched in her anus's grip, and then I pushed back in, not so slowly anymore, and she grunted, and pushed back against me with her body.

I was pounding her shit-filled ass, fucking her hard as usual, and she gasped and grunted as she thrust in time with me. With every withdraw, I watched the shit covering my cock, watched as it collected on her ass when I shoved my cock back into her, only to have it smeared on my pelvis when our bodies met. Her cries came louder than ever, and she rocked hard against me with passion and desire that was surprisingly new. I thrust harder and faster in her pass, giving her ass fudge a true packing. I loved the feel of her hot, shit-filled ass clutching so tight on my shaft, and my cum was bubbling to the surface, urging for release. I could last a fair amount of time, able to keep up a hard fucking like this for half an hour or so, sometime longer, especially if we had gone several days in a row like this.

It was typical for me to fuck my daughter up the ass. It usually happened every other day. Sometimes more, sometimes less - it all depended on her and when she needed it. Maria could not shit without it. Whenever she felt the fullness in her bowels, the bloated feeling in her body, sometimes even sharp pains shooting up into her torso, she would come to me and ask for me to help her relieve the fullness.

I did this to her. And I had done it on purpose. I knew that the body is a strange thing, that if a certain pattern were formed, the body would so easily fall into it. The body can be trained. Some people who had enemas too often could become dependant on them. Their body's ability to recognize the need to shit and be able to take care of it without outside aid could be diminished. I had done a similar thing to my daughter, except rather than an enema, she needed something inserted inside her. I has started back when she first began her potty training. Back then, when she needed to use the toilet, she would come and tell me, and I would use my finger on her tiny hole until she couldn't hold it anymore, and then she would poo while I watched on, a proud and loving and caring parent.

When she was out of diapers and training pants, it was already ingrained in her that she needed to come to me to poo. That I was the only release she could have from the feeling. We tried it a few times without the stimulation. I sat her on the toilet and told her she wouldn't be able to unless I fingered her butt first. I told her that, and it was true. She tried and tried, but she could not go. And I reached around her as she sat there, and I fingered her beautiful butt, and after a few quick, gentle pokes, she was going again. The look of wonder and surprise in her eyes just warmed my heart.

It was set, then - she could not go without me. Even when ill and struck by such unpleasantness as diarrhea, she could get no relief without me. Some might think rather unpleasant, but really, I took delight in it - I have very fond memories of once when she was ten having to stay home from work for two days with her. I had not had so much sex in two days since my honeymoon.

As I figured her bottom in those early days of her training, I would also tell her while she smiled up at me with her lovely eyes so big and full of adoration that as she got older and bigger, she would need more and larger insertions to relieve her. When her ass was loose enough for it from the near-daily fingers, I began to use two fingers, telling her she was becoming such a big girl.

After a while of two fingers, I tried just one as a test. I fingered my darling daughter's dirty little anus for a long long time with one digit, and still she could not shit. She tried and tries, and then, frustrated by the effort looked up at me and told me she was a big girl now and needed both fingers. I smiled and kissed her forehead and told her that must be true, that she need two fingers cause she was a big girl. A few more tries proved it - she was a big girl. And soon after that, she needed three fingers, and less would not do.

When she was seven, maybe eight, I told her that had gotten so big now, that it was time for more than just my fingers. The delight in her eyes was incredible. That was the first time I fucked her up the ass, and it was wonderful.

We had long ago come up with the ritual of her sucking my fingers and me licking her ass to get everything wet enough - I also used lube after our oral administrations, and this time was no different. I set her on the bed, which she though was strange since usually all of our activities took place in the bathroom, but I wanted to make sure she was comfortable. I lube up her ass using a couple fingers to make sure she was loose and completely coated on the inside, and then I slowly eased my bloated cock into her anal passage. It was amazing! So tight and so hot. I went so slowly, barely pulling back before sliding in again, making each thrust last a minute or so. It didn't take long before I came inside of her. And when my cock had deflated, I pulled out and took her to the bathroom for her to poo.

It wasn't long before my fingers just would no longer work on her rear, and she needed my cock in her ass for her to be able to defecate. When we first started, she didn't need me to cum inside of her - I had pulled out a few times before finishing in her ass and she had been able to release just fine.

These days, I began to wonder what would happen in her future. Would she need to find a boyfriend who could take care of her needs when she was read? If she left for college, what would she do? Could she take care of herself with a large dildo? I just didn't know, but it didn't matter to me, not at this point.

I was going long and hard this time. These last few weeks, Maria had been very regular. Usually she was one to old it in for a couple of days until she was very full, sometimes even hard for me to enter her ass at all. In two weeks time, I had facilitated her needs every day, usually an hour or so after dinner. Being so well sexed as this, I was lasting longer and longer, and tonight was no exception. I guess that all she really needed was a few poundings from my cock, that might have been enough, but these days, I fucked her until I came, always.

And came I finally did, gasping for breath as always, her ass pulsating around my spewing cock and I launched streams of hot cum up into her shit-filled bowels. She was smiling, her eyes twinkling with delight as she looked back at me during my orgasm. She had taken to that a few years ago, watching me as I came, a strange, yet comforting look of satisfaction on her face. I think she liked knowing that I enjoyed assisting her.

She pulled her body forward, my cock popping from her rear. She spun and sat, the first of her turds following quickly in the absents of my dick in her ass. Even as her cute little bum met the seat of the toilet, I heard the first splash. She was in no embarrassed by the sound or the smell - all her life, I had been there with her while she shat. It was natural to her.

She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming with love and thanks. And a hint of lust that had been slowly creeping in over the past months. I was beginning to wonder if she wasn't holding it in for as long these days because she wanted the sex more. I didn't know. She was so beautiful, just like her mother, and caressed her cheek with my hand as I smiled back down at her. I could tell the exact moment another bit of shit began to pass through her fuck-loosened shit-chute; a heavenly look of pure delight would fill her face, as bright and lively as the look of a small, pleasant cum.

"I got you really dirty this time, daddy," she said as she appraised the mess on my pelvis and half-deflated cock. Without another word, she leaned forward and licked her tongue against my waist, licking across the deep brown smears she had pressed onto me. She licked away with only a soft purr and gentle moans of delight. Sometimes there was a sharp gasp right before the soft splash of her shit falling into the basin below her ass. She licked and sucked at my skin, making sure to clean away the mess she had made as best as she could before moving on to my balls. I kept my public hair trimmed very short and my balls bare just for this reason; it made it easer for her to clean with her mouth.

And when she was done with my sack, her mouth engulfed my cock, which was the messiest part of me and also once more fully hard. The head was speckled with small lumps of her shit and a thick mass had collected just under the head. She sucked these away and followed by washing every inch with her tongue. Her lips and even some of her cheeks were streaked with brown from her cleaning efforts; her eyes gazed into mine. She was so beautiful and wonderful and sexy with her shit on her face. I was even more turned on by the ease in which she gladly accepted and performed such a task - she did seem to enjoy herself very much.

She had been cleaning her shit off of me for as long as I had been getting in on myself. Back when I was using my fingers, she would suck on them while she sat on the toilet doing her business. At first, she had not liked doing it and I would need to compel her to do it and she could only handle a few sucks, which left my finger far from wholly clean. It wasn't long before the thick, earthy taste no longer seemed to bother her. By the time I was using two fingers to coax the shit from her ass, she would grab my hand as soon as she sat and suck my fingers until she was finished, no matter how long before then my fingers where actually shit-free. These days, she did not stop until I came in her mouth.

And her technique for the job was getting better by the day. Until before the ass-fucking, when her goal was to just slick up my cock to make it easier for her to take up her ass, now she sucked with passion and devotion. She licked and bobbed her lips upon my dirty member, treating it as though it was the great thing she could possible have in her mouth. She moaned around the flesh, which made it all the more delightful for me.

Maria squealed suddenly, her body shaking under my hands, one of which was gently holding the back of her head, the other was resting on her naked shoulder. She never stopped sucking, but her entire body was quivering. I looked down at her, my inspecting eyes seeing one of her hands between her legs, stroking at the mound of her crotch. A moment later, there was a heavy splash, and I couldn't help but wonder if my little girl, stroking her wet cunt while sucking me off, didn't just have an orgasm as an unusually large turd slide out of her ass. It did not seem to be her first from her reaction, and her hand certain did seem to know just how to stroke her pussy, but this was the first time I had ever seen her pleasuring herself during our bathroom time together and, likewise, her first orgasm I had ever witnessed. I was delighted and proud, overcome by love and adoration for my sweet little girl who was so quickly become a young woman.

She looked up at me, my cock still firmly between her shit-coated lips, but she looked sheepish, a little embarrassed. I smiled and caressed her cheek, which made her relax. She had never cum in front of me before, and she did not seem to know if that was an okay thing to do. She was able to tell by my reaction and resumed sucking my cock in earnest, working like she never had before to make me cum. How could I not, then, after having seen her cum like that? My cum shot from my cock and she greedily swallowed every drop.

I swept her up into my arms, lifting her from the toilet as I held her close to me, her small budding tits crushed into my chest. For such small mounds, her nipples were large and very hard, I could not help but notice. Her feet unable to touch the ground in my embrace, she wrapped her legs around my waist. I was again reminded of her mother, now, as I held Maria in my arms. I planted my lips on her in a passionate kiss, my tongue seeking out hers in a moment of raw heat and desire.

Maria was shocked at first, not at the kiss, since we had shared kisses before that are normally not approved of between father and daughter. She was shocked because I had never done so like this, while she was still a mess. Usually I kissed her forehead or a clean spot on her cheek after I had helped her evacuate her bowels. But I didn't care about the mess of it or the taste of her shit on her lips and tongue. I just needed to kiss my lovely daughter, to express to her how much I truly loved her and cared for her. She responded in kind, returning my love with all her heart and soul.

I was about to set her down so that I could finish our little ritual, but her arms where tight about my next and her legs squeezed hard about my waist. I would have to force her off of me to put her down because she was not letting go. And I didn't mind at all.

"Honey," I said softly, not needing to do more than whisper since our faces were so close. "I need to put you down now."

She shook her head in defiance. "Just wipe me like this," she said, her voice pleading with me. She rested her head on my shoulder, looking up at me like some heroine on the cover of some romance novel.

"Okay, baby," I whispered, kissed her again. I reached down and grabbed a handful of tissue paper and wiped it up through her messy ass crevice. She shivered in my arms as a soft moan escaped her lips. Having never been so close to her in the last moments of our bathroom ceremony, I had no idea of she normally reacted like this to my wiping her ass clean or if this was new as well.

I went about my duty as always, wiping her dirty rear with toilet paper until she was clean. Usually she bent over and presented her butt to me, spreading her ass with her hands for me to wipe it clean. This was much more intimate and close. I felt that maybe a new tradition was born. I dropped the last bit of paper into the toilet and gave it a flush. We both washed as her shit rushed around the bowl and disappeared into nothingness.

I turned to the bathtub and turned on the warm water. Normally I left Maria to shower, but with my darling daughter still hugging tight to my body, I stepped into the shower and into the spray. She was surprised I was joining her in the shower, I could tell, but she was delighted as well. Once we were both drenched completely, she loosened her grip and slid down body and alighted on her feet. Her hands drifted back to my cock, which quickly grew hard in her small hands. This was new territory for both of us, now, being naked and sexual together not under the pretenses of her taking a shit. I knew that our lives together were about to change forever and that this was indeed a change for the better.

As I reached down between her legs to caress her smooth cunt for the first time, I silently thank Maria's mother for the gift she had given me, though a wave of sadness did briefly pass through me as I though of Camilla. Her plan to condition Maria to only be able to shit after being fucked up the ass had worked perfectly and I only wished that she could be here to enjoy our ultimate triumph with me and Maria.