I let my mind wander and fiction comes out. Stories about adults
having sex with kids, kids having sex with kids, kids having sex with
animals and so on and so forth. If you do not like that, do not read
it... and certainly do not do it at home. Feedback welcome:
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The Buttfuck Game

(Mg, inc, anal)

I can still remember when daddy came to my room. It was always late at
night. Mommy was already asleep and everything was dark and quiet.

I was in my bed, in my favorite peejays (also daddy's favorite :),
lying on my tummy, because that's how I liked to sleep... when daddy
qietly entered my room and slowly pulled the covers away. I used to
shiver, but not from the cold. From daddy's eyes, following the lines
of my little body up and down and back again.

I shivered again when I felt daddy's hand on my back, gently stroking,
first on top of my peejay shirt, then it went under, caressing my bare
back with his soft fingers. Daddy's hand got naughtier and naughtier.
It began with squeezing my bum lightly. Then pulling my peejay bottoms
down a bit to squeeze it more. I could hear daddy breathing heavily
then. I kept silent and still, but daddy knew I was awake.

"Stand up, princess, and take your peejays off for daddy," he used to say then.

I did what he asked. I always did what daddy asked. I was a good girl.
Daddy's girl.

As I unbuttoned my peejay top, daddy unzipped his pants and got his
big, hard thing out. I slid down my bottoms over my tiny bum, with my
eyes glued on daddy's glistening red cock (he told me to call it
that). And when I stood naked on the bed before him, proud that my
daddy was looking at me and smiling, stroking his cock, he told me to
lay down on my back and show him my pink flower.

I lay down, pulled my tiny legs up by the knees and spread really as
wide as I could. My pink flower opened up to daddy, showing him my
little nubbin in the middle, the one that made my tummy tingle when I
touched it and that made girl honey flow out of my flower when daddy
put his warm finger on it.

Girl honey was daddy's favorite thing to drink. There wasn't much of
it. Only a few little drops. But daddy said it was enough to make him
drunk. He licked and sucked every drop of it. Along the outside of my
flower, the inner folds of my pinkest pink flesh, even deep down
inside the flower's tiny hole, daddy's tongue went to explore the
softness, the tenderness and the wetness.

When daddy was drunk enough of my girl honey, he whispered the naughty
words into my ear. The words I loved to hear:

"What's your favorite game, princess? Tell daddy what game you like to play?"

"I want to play the buttfuck game, daddy. The buttfuck game... please."

That's what I said. That's what I liked. With daddy.

His finger went down between my spread buttcheeks, looking for the
puckered rose of my bumhole. It was there, waiting for daddy's finger.
Waiting to be filled.

Glistening with daddy's mouth wet, it went inside my babygirl hole,
sending sparkles up my tummy, my nipples, up to my head. I saw little
stars before my eyes the deeper it went. Daddy kept on stroking my
tummy, my nubbin, my wet cunny lips, as he pushed his finger up my
tight hot hole. It didnt hurt. It never hurt. My daddy would never
hurt his princess, whom he loved so much.

When daddy's finger was all the way up my bum and I wiggled and
squirmed my little body and couldn't stop giggling because of all the
stars I saw dancing before my eyes, daddy oh so slowly began pulling
it back and told me to turn and lay down on my belly. He told me it
was time.

I turned and spread my butt cheeks for daddy, because it was time...
time for the buttfuck game.


  
The Butt Fuck Game