My Daughter's Anal Resolution

My Daughter's Anal Resolution

It was late on Christmas Eve, and I was sitting on my living room couch enjoying a beer as I zoned out watching mindless late-night television. After my wife passed away two years ago, I threw myself into work as a distraction, often spending late hours in the office to come home exhausted. This evening ritual of TV and alcohol turned from a seldom reprieve into a nightly habit, my rest and recharge alone time.

My daughter, Sarah, did not handle the death of her mother well. She was a senior in high school at that time, and like her dad found distraction in her course work. We both spent too much time on our tasks and had grown very distant from each other because we both shared such a single focused mindset.

Nights like these were especially difficult. I felt the weight of my wife's absence as I stared at our scantily decorated faux Christmas tree with a few hastily wrapped presents I had thrown underneath. She had always done the shopping, and without her, and because I had no connection with my daughter, I didn't even know what to buy.

It was near midnight, and I had just downed the last of my bottles, when I heard a noise from the bedroom hallway. I looked up and saw Sarah shuffling into the living room in her pink pajamas. She was crying.

Sarah was a petite blonde girl with very similar features to her mother. Dark blue eyes, a sharp upturned nose and gentle features. Standing no taller than 5"4 in the dimly lit room wearing her fuzzy night clothes, it was difficult not to see her as the child she had been only a few years prior. Her face was scrunched into a pained expression with tear drops rolling down her cheeks.

Immediately I thought, as I had just been, that she was thinking of her mother. I stood up in my bathrobe and rushed to her. "Oh sweetheart, it's going to be okay!" I threw my arms around her and embraced her in a tight hug. Her arms were limp at her side. "I miss your mother, too."

She emitted a weak sniffle into my chest. "N-no, Dad. It isn't that."

I released her from my arms and stared at her. Her bloodshot eyes were locked to the floor as she whimpered. It was starting to dawn on me that she was in real pain. "What's the matter, Sweety?"

For a few moments, she didn't say anything.

"Sarah?" I said with real concern in my voice.

"Dad, I need your help with something." She almost whispered it, closing her eyes.

"Of course, what do you need?"

Again, she paused a long while before answering. I waited for her to feel comfortable talking before giving me an answer. "I did something really embarrassing, and I don't want to go to the hospital."

"Hospital?" I was shocked. "Why would you need a hospital. Are you hurt?" I looked her up and down trying to find some sort of physical injury but found nothing.

"I was.. experimenting with something, and it got stuck." Her lip started to quiver when she said it. Every word was more difficult for her to say.

"What's stuck? Did you hurt your hand somehow?"

"N-no, Dad. It's not my hand.." Sarah whimpered.

I embraced my daughter again and with one hand held her face close to me. "It's okay, whatever the problem is, I promise to help you."

"It's so embarrassing, Dad. I'm sorry, I shouldn't even be talking to you about this, but it hurts so bad!"

"Tell me."

She muffled her face into my robe. "It's my ass," she said, barely audible.

"What?" She had spoken so softly that I didn't know if I understood what she had said.

"There's.. a dildo stuck in my ass, Dad."

I realized now why my daughter was in so much pain, and of course embarrassed to tell me. I immediately felt a sense of shock at the situation we were in, but I knew I couldn't have a strong reaction, or Sarah would feel even worse, so I just hugged her tighter. "It's okay, Sarah. Don't feel embarrassed, just let me help you."

Sarah finally relaxed, and I could sense the weight of the moment had eased as her body softened against me. "Thank you. I don't want to go to the hospital. This is too embarrassing, and Katie's mom works as a nurse there. I wouldn't ever be able to face her again if she heard about this."

I again released Sarah from my embrace. She wiped the tears from her eyes, and the crying had subsided. She was more pained by the embarrassment of telling her father than the actual object stuck in her anus.

"How can I help?"

Sarah looked at me in the eyes for the first time that evening. "I'm not sure.. I thought maybe you'd think of a way to help me.. remove it?"

I had found myself in a similar situation years ago when my wife had wanted to do her own "experimenting" in that department, and I knew what may be involved. But unlike being married to the woman, this was my own daughter. I had to shut away my emotions and be just a loving father to handle this crisis.

"Go to the couch and get comfortable. I need to grab something from my bedroom. I know how we can help you." I left Sarah and went to look for a box of items my wife had stashed away in our closet. Inside were several sex toys my wife and I had collected over the years, least of which included many anal toys. It suddenly struck me that Sarah and her mother might have something very much in common.

I found what I was looking for and rushed back to the living room. Sarah was sitting on the couch but had removed her pajama bottoms and was now in a pair of baby blue panties. "What is that?" She asked when noticing the bottle in my hand.

I held it out for her to see. "It's numbing lube. We can use it to ease the pain and.. help extract the object." I was trying to choose my words carefully to reduce the uncomfortableness.

"Okay." She said, suddenly very matter of fact about it all. "What do I need to do?"

"Just.. take off your underwear and bend over." In that moment, it was me who started to feel embarrassed. I was very aware of what I was about to do, and I tried to remember that this was only about helping my daughter.

Sarah stood up without hesitation and pulled down her panties. My eyes immediately darted to her clean shaven, perfect smooth mound. The lips of her vulva were ever so slightly red and puffy. She turned to face her butt towards me, and leaned forward, bracing herself against the couch cushion. "Will this work?"

When she bent down, her lips parted revealing the faintest color of pink from behind. Her cheeks were pale and tight from years of athletic competition on the high school volleyball team. It took me a moment to stop admiring how beautiful my daughter looked from this angle before realizing I was supposed to speak. "Yes, Sweety, it's perfect. I mean THAT's perfect. I just need you to.. spread yourself a little."

As I approached the half-naked Sarah, she reached one hand behind her to open her ass to me for examination. I knelt behind her and could see her tight, youthful anus only a foot away. Underneath my robe, my cock began to react to the sight of the young girl in front of me. Remember she's your fucking daughter, I thought, trying to mentally redirect the blood rushing to my slowly engorging dick.

"I'm going to start by rubbing some of the lube on you, okay?"

Sarah nodded her head, "Okay, Daddy." She rarely called me 'daddy' since she had been very little, but I knew she was trying to make both of us feel comfortable.

I squirted a small amount of the lube onto my index finger and then used it to draw small circles around my daughter's exposed asshole. When I touched her, Sarah's body reacted with a slight jolt but then relaxed. I continued rubbing like this for a few minutes, waiting for the lube to have its effect. "Daddy, that already feels so much better. I can feel it working!" She exclaimed.

"That's great, sweety!" I said. I had been so transfixed rubbing my daughter, that it startled me to hear her speak. I gave up trying to assuage my erection, which was now rock hard and poking out of the middle line of my robe. I was very thankful that Sarah could not see me from her position. "Now, I'm going to put more on my finger, and.. start the extraction."

"Okay, but go slow?"

I put a healthy amount of lube covering my finger, and very gently began to penetrate my daughter's ass. Upon insertion, Sarah emitted a soft moan.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just didn't expect it to feel.. Um, well for it to feel like that." She responded.

I slowly pushed my finger deeper inside her, trying my best to be delicate. When my finger reached just passed my first knuckle, I felt the dildo graze across the tip. "I feel it." I said.

"Can you get it out?"

I tried to extend my finger around the sides of the phallic object, but her ass was too tight. "I think I may need to get another finger inside. Do you think you can handle that?"

Sarah paused, and I knew she was processing the information. "I can handle it."

I put more lube on my middle finger and started to squirm it inside of her next to my already entrenched index. This time, Sarah whimpered. "I'm going as easy as I can, Sweetheart, but I may need to stretch you a little."

"Just do what you need to, Daddy, it just hurts so bad."

With a little work, I managed to get both of my fingers parallel to the dildo inside of her, then I spread my fingers apart, stretching the inside of her. "Ooooo" Sarah gasped. Her arousal was starting to take ahold, and her pussy lips began to glisten with moisture.

"Almost there," I said, stretching and moving my fingers forward around the dildo in unison. When I was two knuckles deep, I pinched down around the object. "Okay, I have a grip. Now I need you to push."

"Push?" she asked.

"You need to try to squeeze it out of you as I pull to ease your grip on it. Are you ready?" I was trying to sound professional, even though I was kneeling with a rock-hard erection behind my bent over my teenage daughter, two of my fingers fully penetrated deep into her beautiful hole.

"Yes." She said.

"Push." I began to tug gently on the dildo with both fingers, and I felt her anus start to contract. The object moved. "It's working. Keep going!"

The dildo began to slide out of her, and as it pushed closer to her opening it gave me a better grip. I used all my finger strength to pinch the object and finally was able to grasp it strong enough to pull it out the rest of the way. With a small pop, the silicon object released from her ass and fell to the floor.

"Oh thank god!!" Sarah said and collapsed onto the couch in front of her, releasing the grip she had on her ass.

I took this moment to readjust my erection before Sarah had time to recover. Once I was properly covered, I picked up the small purple dildo from the floor and held it in my hands. It was smooth, thin, and only about two inches in length. "I can see why you got this stuck up there."

Sarah seemed to remember what was happening and jumped up to face me. "Oh my god, Dad, why are you holding it!?" She reached out and snatched it from my hand.

"Relax," I laughed, relieved the worst of it was over. "I was just commenting that you're using the wrong toy for that kind of thing."

Sarah picked up her pajama bottoms and panties, still obviously shell shocked by the recent encounter. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, it doesn't have a base, and it's so smooth I can see how it may have.. slipped in too easily." I said matter of fact. "It's not like the ones your mother used."

There was an uncomfortable silence, and I realized I may have over shared information.

"Oh, well, Uh.. thanks for the advice." She waited there, expecting me to say more, but when I didn't, she turned and walked towards her bedroom. "I'm going to bed, but thanks again for helping me and not making this 'too' weird."

Sarah hadn't bothered to put her clothes back on, and I got one final glimpse of her perfect little ass before she rounded the corner. "Of course, sweetheart. I love you."

Sarah didn't respond.

It was Christmas morning, and I was awake early preparing a small breakfast for the two of us when Sarah finally arrived from her bedroom. She was wearing the same pink pajama set from the night before, and she avoided contact with me as she sat down at the kitchen table.

"Good morning, Sweety!" I said cheerfully. "How'd you sleep?" I was attempting to downplay any awkward feelings leftover from the previous night, but I don't think it helped.

"I'd rather not talk about it."

"Okay," I responded, settling a plate of eggs and avocado toast down in front of her. "We can pretend like it never happened."

Sarah made no eye contact but nodded in agreement as she started to munch on the toast. "Can I have a glass of orange juice?"

"Of course." I had prepared myself to try and be the best parent I could be this morning, quickly pouring her a glass and pushing it towards her on the table. "There are some presents under the tree for you. Want to open them after breakfast?"

"Okay." Sarah's tone was completely flat.

After finishing our meal, we walked into the living room. I knew the presents I bought would be underwhelming, but it's the gesture, right? I sat down in my recliner facing the tree, and Sarah knelt on the floor to pick up the first present. When she opened it, there was no great expression. It was just a Sephora gift card. "Thanks," she said, before reaching for the second.

Sarah opened all her presents while I waited patiently, trying not to recreate the memories of last night swimming in my head. Every time she bent over to grab another gift, I was reminded of how beautiful her body looked in front of me. The pajama pants were a little old, and they hugged her rear tautly, giving a great outline of both her cheeks.

Sarah finished the task without saying another word, and when she was done, she moved to the couch and sat facing me. "Daddy?" she said.

There it was, the 'daddy' word again, and I knew she wanted to have a conversation. "Sorry, Sweetheart, I know the gifts are a little scarce this year."

"No, it isn't that. I really appreciate it.. I just thought maybe we could talk about something you said last night?"

Something I said? She didn't want to discuss the situation, but something else was clearly on her mind. "What is it?"

"You said something about mom.. and how she used to, well, do stuff like that, too?"

"Oh," I said, and waiting a moment to see if she'd ask more, but Sarah was waiting for me to open that pandora's box. "Well, yeah. Your mother and I had a very healthy intimacy back in the day, and she liked to 'experiment' with that area as well."

"Really? I never knew that." Sarah said. Her voice suddenly held much more emotion. "So like.. the numbing lube you had in you room was hers?"

"Uh, yeah, your mother had quite a collection of items that I kept." I was trying to sound comfortable with this topic, even though I knew it was unusual for both of us.

"Like toys and stuff?" Sarah cocked her head and looked genuinely curious when she asked the question.

"Yes, like 'toys and stuff,'" I forced a laugh.

Sarah stared at the floor and didn't speak again for a minute. "Last night was the first time I tried something like that, but it was something I've been curious about for a while. I just wanted to see what it felt like, but I hope you don't judge me for that?"

"Of course not! It's perfectly normal to explore your body."

"It kind of makes me feel better knowing that you and mom used to do stuff like that, too." Sarah finally looked at me. "And mom enjoyed it?"

I knew this was veering into too much information, but I felt like I had to be completely honest with my daughter at this moment of intimacy. "It was her favorite thing, and I understand how you feel, but really don't be embarrassed discussing these things with me. Your mother was very shy about telling me what she wanted to try at first, but I fully embraced it and we both found that we enjoyed doing it. I think she would be proud that you're further along in your self-discovery than she was at her age."

Sarah smiled and then laughed. "Yeah, I'm sure mom would be so proud of last night."

The sound of laughter cut the tension in the room, and I gave a genuine chuckle as my own mind began to relax. "Your mother definitely had a kinky side to her that you didn't know about."

"Can you tell me more about it?"

"About her sex life?" I asked, trying to be sure I understood what she wanted before I went any further.

"I'm just really curious about these things, and I felt so awful last night, about myself and what you had to help with me, and now I just can't believe that you'd think it's so normal?" Sarah was talking very fast.

"Here, why don't I show you something?" I stood up and went to the bedroom to retrieve the box of toys from the closet. When I returned to the living room, I set it down on the floor and opened it. "These were all the toys your mother collected over the years."

Sarah slid off the couch and down to the floor next to the box. She peered into the box and then reached inside to start shuffling through the assortment. "Wow, Mom sure had a lot of dildos. That never made you uncomfortable? I thought boys hated that kind of competition."

"No, I helped pick some of those out, and I would, uh, use them on her.. if you understand."

Sarah rummaged through the box and pulled out a rather large butt plug. "Oh my god, what is this!?" her voice was a mix of shock and awe. The plug was huge and chrome colored with a pink heart attached to the end stem.

"That's a butt plug, but before you get too freaked out, it wasn't one your mother ever used. She was trying to build up to it. There's a 'training' set in there."

Sarah dropped the plug and continued searching. She was now much closer to a kid opening presents on Christmas than she had been with her actual gifts. "What do you mean 'training?'"

"Well, your mother liked the idea of anal sex," I was using more provocative language now that we were comfortable, "but she needed to build up to it a bit. So, we bought several toys that would help get her body more used to taking the real thing.

"Do you mean your... thing?"

"Yes, I mean your mother was trying to train for 'us' to have anal, but it was difficult for her." Everything I said was so matter of fact, and it felt good being open and connecting with my daughter for the first time in years.

"Why was it so difficult for her?"

That question finally made me want to slow down the conversation, but I knew it was best if I just shared all the details. I had after all spent last night fingering my little girl's holes. "Well, my penis is rather large, Sweety. Your mother couldn't handle it in her ass for quite a while, but we used these toys to help her get there. She would gradually increase the size until she was finally able to take me, but it took some time."

"Oh," Sarah said softly, realizing now what she had really been asking about. "And, when you finally did it, did she enjoy it?"

"She loved it, in fact. After that, it was all she wanted to try in bed. Your mother had a lot of fantasies she wanted to try from there, but of course she got sick, and after that we had a put a hold on things."

"What kind of fantasies?"

"Do you really want to hear about this?" I was asking it in a very serious way. I was feeling comfortable sharing these things with my daughter, but I didn't want to shock her or accidentally tell her something that would cause her to need therapy.

"Honestly, Dad, I do. It's just that I've had so many similar emotions about sex, and it felt like such a taboo discussion. Hearing that mom was the same way just makes me feel like it should be normal and not something about myself I need to feel disgusted about anymore. Do you understand?"

"Of course I understand. Well, once your mother was finally able to handle me inside her that way, she told me about a fantasy she's always had, and that's when we bought that larger plug. She said that she's always wanted to feel what it was like to have two, uh, cocks inside of her ass at the same time."

"Woah, really? You were going to DP mom with another guy?"

"Well, that's what we wanted to do. I loved your mother very much, and I always wanted to give her the best experience I could."

"That's really.. beautiful, Dad." Sarah seemed genuinely touched by this, and I was surprised at how well she handled the information.

Discussing all these memories about my wife was having an effect on me, and beneath my robes my cock was beginning to emerge again. "Your mother and I were very loyal to each other, but we did explore our sex life quite a bit. I don't want you to think that we ever cheated on each other, but we did have intercourse with other couples on a few occasions."

"You and mom were swingers?"

"Not very practicing, but every now and again with close friends we explored some niche fantasies." My thoughts ran off thinking about some of these encountered, and without realizing it my penis had reached full mast, and the head peaked out of my robes. Sarah's eyes dropped to the opening, and her eyebrows rose in astonishment. I saw where she was gazing and attempted to cover myself. "Oh shit, sorry, Sweety! I didn't realize that was happening."

"Oh my god, Daddy! Sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you to talk about these kinds of things."

"No, no, it's my fault, and that's not something you should see."

Sarah averted her eyes and started back down at the box of sex toys. She pulled out a medium sized dildo, which was the largest one I knew my wife had owned. "I know I shouldn't ask this, but can I?"

"Can you what?" thinking she meant something about the dildo in her hands.

"Can I see it?" She said it with a bit of girly sass that made the whole situation feel more like a joke.

"You want to see my cock?"

"I'm just curious now what kind of training mom had to do to handle that thing? I only saw a glimpse a moment ago."

For some reason, I didn't feel much hesitation. Maybe it was because the night before I had seen so much of her that it only seemed fair to let her see me, too? I must admit that the thought of doing so also filled me with a tingling excitement. In either case, I sat down on the couch and untied my robe just enough for the waist to open. Then I reached beneath the cloth and pulled out my fully erect penis for my gawking teenage daughter to see. My cock was 8 inches and very girthy.

Sarah's jaw dropped like a cartoon character. "Dad that's huge! You fucked mom's ass with that monster??"

"Language, Sweetheart." I laughed at her reaction. I bounced my cock up and down in front of her, "But yes, your mother loved letting me fuck her ass. Like I said, it took some work though."

Sarah moved closer to where I was sitting and was now only a feel inches away from my now throbbing member. I stared at her transfixed face, and she began to lift her arm. I was suddenly sure she was going to reach out and grab it, and I wasn't going to stop her, but then I saw her mother's dildo still in her hand. She held it right next to my cock, and her eyes darted back and forth between the two. "Your cock is bigger than the dildo!"

"That dildo was also something we used to help train her ass a bit. Once she was comfortable, we started to use that in the bedroom until she could handle the real thing."

"Wow," was all Sarah could say. She was staring so intently at the dick in front of her, that I didn't know what to say or do.

"Hey, since I know the gifts were a little weak this year, how about I make it up to you?"

"Huh?" was all she said, looking up at me. "What do you mean?"

"Well, there's no reason for me to keep all this stuff locked up in the closet. Why don't you keep them? Trust me, your mother kept everything very clean. They are practically like new."

"Really? I can have these?"

"Yes, Sweety, I think you should, and if you ever feel like 'experimenting' again, I think you'll find much better stuff in there to use. We wouldn't want another incident like last night to happen again, would we."

"Oh my god, Dad, this is the best!" She jumped to her feet and picked up the box. "Best Christmas ever!" She was acting like such an excited little kid now.

"Just promise you'll be careful, and if you have any questions, you know you can talk to me about anything, okay?"

"I promise!" Sarah took the box immediately to her bedroom to start exploring her new prizes.

I made no move to cover my still exposed cock in the living room. I was so horny after exposing myself to my daughter, and she had already seen everything.. so I started to openly stroke myself. I knew Sarah was only just down the hall, and could re-emerge any moment, but something told me she would be a bit too preoccupied.

I spit into my hand and began to stroke myself more vigorously picturing the face my daughter made when I showed her my erection. Then I thought about last night, remembering how my fingers felt rubbing lube all around her tight little ass hole. I knew it was wrong to be thinking these things, but I was just too horny to care.

I thought about how Sarah's cute little pussy looked from behind and how badly I wanted to stick another finger inside of her. She was probably going to use some of the toys this afternoon, and I couldn't help but wonder what she'd do with them.

All this running through my mind would have caused me to cum rather quickly. I released the grip I had on my cock, realizing what position I was putting myself in. I wanted to cum so badly, and it had been so long since I had any relief, but this wasn't the time or place.

This was a very different Christmas than I expected.

The week went by without much more discussion about the matter. The next morning Sarah had told me she really loved the presents from yesterday, but I knew she meant the box of sex toys and not the actual presents I had bought her. I simply told her that I hope she enjoyed playing with them, and I figured she'd understand the meaning.

New Years Eve arrived, and we had planned a quiet night at home with a little champagne to stay up and watch the ball drop live on TV. I didn't normally let my daughter drink in the house, but at rare celebrations I would offer it to her.

She lay on the couch, sipping on her drink, while I relaxed in the recliner. It was getting close to midnight, and we were watching all the live music and celebrations taking place in New York. There wasn't much being discussed at first, until Sarah turned towards me. "So, any New Year resolutions for you?"

Sarah was wearing a light blue miniskirt and white tank top, which was her usual around the house lounge wear. The skirt cut off just above her knees, giving me an excellent view of her legs from this angle. It was difficult not to stare, but I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. I also noticed she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, which made her nipples stand out like two sharp bullseyes.

"Less work, more working out, the usual stuff I suppose. How about you?"

Sarah sat up and downed her glass of champagne. "Want a refill?" She asked, before grabbing my empty glass from the end table and rushing away to the kitchen. When she returned, the glasses were full, and she handed me mine directly. "I'll tell you my New Years resolution right before midnight, but you have to promise you won't judge me, okay? I've put a lot of thought into this one."

We clinked glasses in cheers. "You know I wouldn't judge you for anything, Sweety."

Time passed, and we finished off two bottles of champagne. It was a little too much for both of us, but it felt so good to be bonding together and enjoying the celebration. We made little comments here and there about the people on TV and shared a few unexpected laughs.

At a quarter to midnight, Sarah got up and went to her bedroom. When she came back, and to my surprise, she was holding the bottle of numbing lube and one of the butt plugs from her mother's box of toys. It was the smallest one she'd owned, and it was gold colored, with a little green gemstone on the end. "Okay, Daddy, I'm ready to tell you."

"Let's hear it."

"Okay, but first." Sarah came over to where I was sitting and sat down in front of my chair. I was reclined and could only see her face now. "You promise?"

"I promise."

Sarah took a deep breath. "I've thought about this A lot, and I thought a lot about the things we discussed the other night. I want to explore certain sides of myself this year, and I want to feel like there's an accomplishment behind it." She paused, letting what she said sink in. "When you told me about Mom's fantasies, it made me sad later thinking about how she was never able to fulfil them, and I don't want that to ever happen to me. So, before the end of this year.. I want to get DPed in my ass."

"Really?" I was astonished at her brazenness, but it didn't surprise me too much hearing it at this point.

"Yes, really. I know it's weird dad, but it would make me feel like I accomplished something to honor mom, and just like her it's something I really want to explore. Do you think it's bad?"

"No, of course not! I'm proud that you felt like you could share this with me, and I don't think you have any reason to feel shame about it." Again, that hidden member beneath my robes started to listen in on the conversation, and it liked this idea very much. That funny feeling of excitement was back in my stomach, but I didn't want to say too much too quickly.

"Thank you, that makes me feel really good about this, Daddy." She stood up, and I realized that while she was kneeling, she had removed her skirt and panties entirely. She was now naked below her waist, giving me a closer view of her puffy little pussy lips, which I gaped at without abandon. "I want to start tonight, and I want you to help me, right as the ball drops."

I looked momentarily at the TV. The countdown was only three minutes away. "What do you need me to do." My cock had once more emerged from my robes and was sticked straight up in front of my half naked daughter. She stared at it and smiled knowingly.

"Take these," she handed me the butt plug and lube. "At midnight, I want you to insert it into me. It's going to be the perfect start!"

I fumbled when she handed me the items, nearly dropped both in my lap. "Okay, whatever you want, Sweety." My cock bobbed up and down in front of her as I shuffled in the chair. Then, without any notice, Sarah crawled onto my lap. She was facing me, staring at me right in the eyes. My cock, sticking straight up beneath her, nearly brushed against her hairless mound.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

I nodded. The countdown was only one more minute.

Sarah maneuvered herself around so that her ass was nearly touching my face, and she was hovering just inches from our throbbing little friend. "Don't tell me when you do it, just surprise me." She said and pushed her body down so that her ass lifted further into the air. The motion made her chest press heavily against my cock, which nestled itself perfectly between her tank top covered breasts. I had to wonder if she did that on purpose. The added friction sent shockwaves through my body. Looking straight ahead I could see my daughter's perfect asshole open to me just inches from my face. "I'm ready for this." She said, wagging her tail.

"10," The TV announced said. The countdown was starting.

"9." I quickly opened the bottle of lube and began to spread it on the plug.

"8." Sarah began to move her body up and down in front of me, brushing her teenage tits against my trapped cock.

"7." The champagne was going to my head, and all the sensations I was feeling were taking complete control of me. Was this even really happening?

"6." What did surprise her mean?

"5." Sarah moaned 'Daddy' under her breath, and her gyrations against my cock sped up.

"4." I took the plug and aimed it at her ass.

"3." With my other hand, I grabbed ahold of her left butt cheek and spread her open even further.

"2." I had a new idea.

"1."

The ball dropped. "Happy new year, Sweety, Daddy loves you." I brought my face forward and kissed my daughter's ass hole.

Sarah's whole body locked up in surprise as she felt my tongue escape my mouth and begin to draw circles over her. "Oh fuck, Daddy!" she moaned so loud it could have echoed through a church. I kissed and lapped my tongue all over her anus, and her body reacted by pressing it deep into me. I made out with my little girl's perfect asshole for a full minute, driving my tongue deeper inside of her as if her was her face I was kissing and not.. you know. It was the most passionate kiss I ever had, and She squirmed in pleasure.

When I finally released my mouth from her hole, I gave it one final, adoring kiss, and then I pushed the butt plug deep inside of her. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck" She shrieked!

Sarah nearly collapses on top of me after the long make out session with her ass, followed by the quick insertion. The final bit of friction as she rubbed against my cock caused me to spasm, and I started to cum. Large ropes of sperm began to shoot out onto my daughter's chest, soaking her white tank top. "Oh, fuck yes Daddy, yes! Cum on me!" She said, reaching down and grasping my penis in her palm for the first time. She aimed it at her tits and be stroking me up and down as fast as she could. "Cover me!" she said, as wave after wave of cum landed on her.

I was in a complete daze, and it felt like I had never cum so hard in my life. Now that both of my hands were free, I reached out and grabbed two fistfuls of my daughter's ass. "Yeah, baby, just like that! You're making daddy feel so good."

I couldn't tell where the rest of my cum landed. She was stroking me so hard, and it felt like I erupted over a dozen times. Weeks of pent up sexual frustration released from my body. When my orgasm finally subsided, Sarah turned herself around to face me. That's when I realized what she had done. She had aimed my cock right at her face, which was dripped cum from every angle. I don't believe in God, but before me was a cum soaked angel.

"Daddy, that was the best kiss I ever had." She reached out and gave me the biggest hug she'd ever given me as an adult. "Thank you so much!"

This was a very good way to start the new year, and I was excited to see how well my daughter took to the rest of the training I had in mind for her.