"Anyone home?" I called out, tossing my backpack onto the kitchen table. Halfway through the day Mommy had texted me to let me know she had an "emergency" session with her trainer Peter and needed me to take the bus. After school the bus was its usual mess of moaning and groaning, some of the varsity football team getting blow jobs from the cheerleaders in the back row. Although we were a sexually progressive society, safety was still number one. Everyone had to remain buckled in while the bus was in motion, making actual intercourse hard. As a workaround most people paired up, two per seat, buckled in and leaned over their partner to suck a cock or finger a pussy.
I had yet to find a seat partner, often sitting up front so I could watch the bus driver jerk off. He wasn't allowed to stroke his cock while driving, but he kept his dick out at all times for easy access at stop lights. As soon as the bus came to a full stop his eyes would flash to the large rear view mirror above him and his hand would grasp his cock. Normally a man jerking his cock wasn't a big deal, but Fernando's cock was the largest monster I had ever seen.
Rumor had it that Fernando was still a virgin, unable to find someone willing or able to take all of him. At just over a foot long and four inches thick at the base, his cock was an overwhelming tower of bulging veins topped with a blunt tip. Throughout the bus ride it continuously dripped pre-cum, stroked or not. I couldn't even imagine the size of the balls still hidden in his lap.
"Missy? That you?"
Daddy's voice coming from the basement jerked me back to reality.
"Yes Daddy!" I called back.
"I'll be up in a few!" he replied.
Grabbing a snack from the fridge I headed to the living room and flopped down onto the couch, flipping on the tv.
Normally I hated commercials, but the infomercial playing on the screen interested me.
"Sore rosebud?" the woman on the screen asked cheerfully. "Well don't you fret! Our patented, FDA approved formula is recommended by nine out of ten proctologists and gynecologists. Our secret blend of aloe, turmeric, and of course, good old fashioned cum, makes Anal Balm the highest rated anal recovery cream on the market. One dab and poke of this on your swollen pucker and you'll be good for another pounding in less than an hour. Don't believe me? Just ask Dylan here."
The camera panned from the woman's smiling face over to a man bent over an office desk, getting plowed from behind by another man. Dylan's face was in a perpetual grimace, wincing with every thrust from the man behind him. The camera zoomed into the cock stretching open Dylan's ass, the ring of his anus swollen and beet red from abuse.
"Fisting?" the woman asked him sympathetically.
Dylan shook his head, groaning as the man sped up behind him. "Glory hole," Dylan explained.
The woman chuckled sympathetically. "We've all been there, haven't we folks?"
The camera zoomed in again on the man's thrusting hips as he paused and pulled out of Dylan. Dylan's poor asshole barely closed, leaving it gaping open.
"Now not only is Anal Balm a great recovery cream, but it can also be used as lube. Simply coat the cock and ass like so," the woman said cheerfully, scooping up a large glob of the cream with her fingers. Without hesitation she grabbed the man's cock, coating it thoroughly as he moaned at the sensation. Once done with his girthy dick, she moved over to Dylan's impressive gape, shoving all four fingers in to the knuckle and swirling them around. "Our protected mix of herbs will make that asshole a needy greedy hole even after the hardest pounding."
"Uuuugh," Dylan groaned.
With a light pat on Dylan's ass cheek the woman smiled into the camera. "There you go boys!"
Behind her they resumed fucking, the top giving a thumbs up as Dylan sighed below him.
"That's much better!" Dylan said with a smile.
"Anal Balm," the woman said. "Made with assholes in mind, everywhere."
The infomercial ended, moving on to some kind of new mop for the outdoors. Loosing interest quickly I ran a hand up my thigh and over my smooth ass cheek. The harsh fucking from Mr. Peterson the day before had left my own asshole a little itchy.
I slid my hand between my bottom cheeks, my fingers feeling for my rosebud. Sure enough, it was a little tender to the touch and swollen. Knowing just how to fix it I jumped up off the couch and headed to the bathroom. In the medicine cabinet was a tube of, you guessed it, Anal Balm. Putting a little on my fingertip I reached between my legs and squatted to dab it on my little back whorl. It tingled a little and felt cooling.
Pleased with myself I screwed the cap back on and put the tube back where I found it. Humming the Anal Balm jingle, I went back to the living room. I found Daddy sitting in my spot on the couch, his tie off and the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone. My asshole pulsed a little bit pleasurably.
"Hi Daddy!" I squealed excitedly, climbing up onto his lap. I straddled him, my short plaid uniform skirt riding up high on my legs.
"How's my baby girl?" he asked, his hands automatically sliding up and down my thighs.
"Mmm" I sighed at the pleasant sensation and leaned up to him to give him a kiss on the lips. "She's good Daddy," I answered once I pulled back from his mouth.
He smoothed a hand down my long hair, giving it a firm tug on the ends.
I felt my clit throb in response.
"You take any today?" he asked me, using my hair to pull my head back.
"Tests Daddy?" I said innocently, loving the way his hand tightened on my thigh at my avoidance of his question.
"Cocks," he growled, sliding his hand between my legs.
I ground down onto his hand immediately, wanting the friction of his skin against my needy pussy.
I shook my head sadly. "No Daddy, not since you gave me your morning load before school."
"That's a real shame baby," he said, disappointment in his tone. "I've been wanting to fuck your pussy again after it's been used and creampied since the barbecue."
He slid two of his long fingers into my pussy, reaching deep to my gspot, making my cunny spasm on him in pleasure.
"You like that?" he asked me darkly.
I nodded, hunching my pussy into his hand.
My bottom hole tingled again.
"Daddy?" I asked shyly.
"Yeah baby?" Daddy replied as he milked my gspot expertly.
"Can you, oooooh," I moaned. I could feel my pussy building toward an epic cum, but it wasn't what I was craving. "Can you fuck my bottom please?"
"Does my little girl want a good hard fuck up her ass?"
I nodded eagerly, feeling his magic fingers slip from my pussy. He grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them open and closing them rhythmically, much like Uncle Johnny had at the barbecue.
"It has been a while since Daddy's pounded your shithole until it gapes, hasn't it?" Daddy murmured, his fingers digging into my skin harshly.
"Yes Daddy," I said meekly. "It hurts so good when you do it."
Daddy smiled wickedly and yanked my head back by my hair again. His mouth met my neck as he sucked hard against my skin. It burned but distracted me from his hand moving between my legs.
Daddy's fingers skimmed my clit and pussy hole and kept moving toward to my rosebud. I whimpered as he lightly pressed and teased my back hole. I was sure he was leaving bruises with his mouth on the pale skin of my neck.
I groaned as he slid one finger into my asshole, loving how naughty it felt to have my cunny ignored while he played with just my ass.
"Mmm Daddy," I moaned. "That feels good."
"Does my little girl have a dirty asshole or did you lube it for Daddy to fuck?" he said in my ear, adding another finger in my bottom.
