Littel Anal Anna: Before School

Anna (only just 14yo) takes care of her Dad before school...

Anna never wore knickers under her school uniform m—that was Daddy’s rule.

She swung her backpack onto the chair, and then bent over the kitchen table—like always—hitching her shirt school skirt up around her waist.

"Daddy," she whispered, wiggling her bare bottom at him. Her cunt was smooth, pink, and untouched—except for Daddy’s tongue—but her little bumhole gaped slightly from years of regular use. Daddy always used her backdoor so he wouldn’t ruin her for marriage.

Daddy opened his robe but his cock was still soft. Edie glanced over her shoulder, pouting. She reached back with one hand, spreading her cheeks wide. "Daddy, do you not think I'm sexy anymore?" she asked, voice small and wounded.

"I just need a little help this morning," Daddy murmured, stepping closer. "Why don't you use your mouth first?"

Anna turned around, dropping to her knees without hesitation. His soft cock rested against her lips, and she parted them eagerly, exhaling warm breath against his skin. "Okay Daddy," she giggled before taking him in, her tongue swirling around the soft head.

Daddy groaned softly, threading fingers through her hair—not pushing, just holding—as she suckled on his flaccid like a hungry lamb at the teat. Anna had been sucking Daddy since she was six, and she knew exactly how to get him hard fast. Her lips made lewd little pops as she pulled off halfway, dragging her tongue up the underside, then plunging back down until his tip hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, humming, and felt him twitch against her tongue.

"Fuck—" Daddy hissed, his cock swelling slowly as her throat muscles fluttered. Anna grinned around him, knowing she'd won. Her spit-slicked hand wrapped around his shaft, working his length as she lapped at the crown. Then—just as he started to thicken—she dipped her head lower, licking a slow stripe down to his heavy sac. His balls tightened at the first flick of her tongue, and Anna giggled against them before sucking one gently into her mouth, rolling it between her lips like candy. Daddy's thighs tensed; his fingers tightened in her hair.

"Go deep," Daddy murmured, voice rough as Anna released his balls with a wet smack. She obeyed instantly, taking the head of his cock back into her mouth just as his fingers tightened in her hair—urging her lower. She let him push her down until her nose pressed against his pelvis, his thick length stretching her throat wide. He wasn't even fully hard yet, but she could feel him growing, pulsing against her tongue as she swallowed around him. Balls deep. That's how he liked it—her lips kissing the base of his cock, her throat working around every inch. She whimpered softly, eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. She never pulled away. Daddy slowly throat fucked her with shallow thrusts, groaning as her hot little mouth milked him toward hardness. "God, you're perfect," he gritted out, hips jerking forward just once—filling her throat completely. She gagged, spit dripping down her chin, her neck visibly bulging around him. Then he pulled back, letting her gasp for air before dragging her forward again.

Anna's hands scrabbled at his thighs, her knees shifting on the tile floor as Daddy took his time waking his cock up inside her mouth. Her cheeks were flushed pink, her school skirt bunched around her waist. Daddy glanced down at her bare pussy, glistening slightly—already wet just from sucking him. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, smearing her spit. "Turn around," he ordered softly. "Table. Now."

She scrambled up, her breath still uneven from the throat-fucking, but she didn’t hesitate. Anna bent over the kitchen table again, pressing her forehead against the wood, her tiny fingers already reaching back to spread herself. "Daddy," she whined, lifting her hips higher, wiggling her pink, well-used hole in the air like a greedy little offering.

Daddy stepped closer, his cock now fully hard and jutting against her spread cheeks. He spat—a thick, glistening glob—right onto her exposed rim. Anna gasped as it landed, warm and wet, before trickling down toward her pussy. "Tell Daddy what you want," he murmured, pressing his thumb against her twitching hole, smearing the spit in slow circles.

Anna whined, pushing back against his fingers. "I want to feel you shoot inside me, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice high and breathless. "Fill up my bum—please—before school." Her fingers dug into her own cheeks, spreading them wider, her tiny pink hole fluttering under his gaze. Daddy leaned down, pressing his lips to the tight ring of muscle, breathing hot against it before dragging his tongue over the spit-slicked rim. Anna squealed, her thighs trembling.

He took his time—always took his time—licking slow circles around her entrance until she was panting, her hips jerking helplessly. The tip of his cock pressed against her, blunt and insistent, but he didn’t push in. Not yet. Instead, he rubbed himself through her slickness, teasing her with the thickness of him. "So greedy," he muttered, watching her hole clench around nothing. "Always wiggling this pretty little bumhole at me like you’re starving for it."

Anna whimpered, pressing her forehead harder against the table. "It is starving," she whined, her voice cracking. "Daddy, please fuck it—please—"

Daddy chuckled darkly, gripping her hips tight enough to bruise. "You want it rough today?" he murmured, dragging the fat head of his cock up through her slick folds before nudging against her rear entrance again. Anna shuddered, nodding frantically. "Words, princess."

"Rough—please—" she gasped, her fingers clawing at the table edge. Daddy spat again, right where their bodies met, and then he slowly pushed forward. Her slick well fucked little sphincter opened around him, swallowing the fat head of his cock. Anna let out a broken moan, her thighs shaking as the crown of Daddy's cock popped inside her. He stayed there for a heartbeat, letting her squirm, feeling her anus pulse around him. Then he slid deeper—Anna could feel every ridge of him—inch by relentless inch—until her hips were flush against his pelvis.

"Fuck," Daddy groaned, his grip tightening. "Still so tight." He pulled back almost all the way out—Anna whimpered at the loss—before slamming back in. She yelped, her body jolting forward, her tiny hands barely keeping her steady. Daddy didn't slow down. He set a brutal pace from the start, his balls slapping against her pussy with every thrust. Anna's breath came in ragged little gasps, her mouth hanging open, drool pooling on the table beneath her cheek.

Her fingers trembled as they crept between her thighs. She was so wet—dripping—her pussy throbbing in time with Daddy's thrusts. One fingertip brushed over her swollen clit and she cried out, her body jerking. Daddy growled, his hands bruising her hips. "That's it," he panted. "Play with yourself while Daddy fucks your bum." Anna whimpered, circling her clit with one finger while the other dipped into her pussy—just the tip—testing the stretch. She'd never put more than two fingers inside herself. Daddy didn't allow anything more.

Her tiny cunt clenched around her fingertip—so tight compared to her well-used bumhole. She whined, pushing just a little deeper, imagining it was Daddy filling her there instead. Anna clit burned, her pussy pulsed, and she could feel her orgasm building already—fast and desperate, like always. Daddy's cock pistoned in and out of her bum, stretching with each thrust, making obscene wet sounds as he fucked her open.

She came with a sharp cry, her body seizing—her finger buried knuckle-deep inside her pussy, her clit throbbing under frantic circles. Daddy groaned, feeling her hole clamp down around him rhythmically. "That's it," he growled, thrusts turning jagged. "Squeeze Daddy's cock—fuck—"

Anna's legs trembled violently, her vision spotting as pleasure crashed through her. Daddy didn't stop—wouldn't stop—driving into her with deep, punishing strokes even as she whined oversensitivity. Her thighs were slick, her clit still pulsing under her touch. She felt swollen, used, her bumhole stretched wide around him.

Then—just as she thought she couldn't take another second—Daddy pulled out completely. The sudden emptiness made her gasp, her rim fluttering weakly. Before she could beg him to fill her again, he gripped her hips and slammed back in—one brutal, unforgiving thrust—burying himself to the hilt. Anna screamed, her back arching, her body jolting forward from the force of it.

"That's it," Daddy snarled, his voice raw with lust. Then he did did it again—pulled out until just the tip remained, her rim clinging desperately to him, before driving back in with a sharp snap of his hips. Anna's fingers scrambled against the table, her toes curling against the tile floor. "Take it—take Daddy's cock—"

His thrusts lost all rhythm, fucking into her with rough, uneven strokes, his cock swelling impossibly thicker inside her. Anna sobbed, her thighs quaking, her body split open around him. Daddy's fingers dug into her hips, his breath coming in harsh pants.

"I'm gonna cum," he growled, voice ragged. "Gonna fill your bumhole—right before school—let you sit in class full of Daddy seed—" The filthy promise sent a fresh wave of heat through Anna’s belly. She clenched around him instinctively, milking him with her greedy little hole.

Daddy’s rhythm stuttered—three sharp, shallow thrusts—before he buried himself deep with a groan. Anna could feel the thick pulse of him, his cock jerking inside her as he came, flooding her tight passage with wet heat. She whimpered, pressing back against him, wanting every drop.

His fingers dug into her hips as he emptied himself, his breath ragged against her shoulder. Anna’s thighs trembled, her own climax still echoing in tingling aftershocks. Daddy pulled out slowly, watching his spend leak from her pink, gaping rim, smearing down her inner thighs. Anna whined, reaching back to touch the mess—warm and sticky

Daddy caught her wrist before she could. "No," he murmured, pressing her palm to the table instead. He stepped back leav Anna bent over, panting, her hole still fluttering.

Then—the sound of a drawer opening. Anna knew that sound. Knew what came next. Her bumhole clenched instinctively, still slick with his spend, still loose from his cock. She didn’t turn around. Didn’t need to. She felt the cold press of silicone against her tender rim before Daddy even spoke.

"Hold still," he murmured, nudging the rounded tip against her. Anna shivered, biting her lip as it breached her with obscene ease. Her hole was so well-trained it barely resisted, swallowing the thick base without protest. Daddy twisted it once—just to watch her squirm—before seating it fully with a soft *pop*. Anna gasped, her fingers curling against the table. The plug was big—big enough to plug her gaping hole snugly, trapping his seed inside while she waddled to school.

"That's stays inside all day," Daddy ordered, smoothing his palm over the curve of her bottom, watching the silicone glisten where it disappeared between her cheeks. Anna whined, shifting her weight—already feeling the stretch, the fullness. She reached back instinctively, but Daddy caught her wrist again. "No touching," he reminded her, voice low.

Anna pouted, but obeyed, straightening up carefully—her skirt falling back into place. She could feel the plug shift inside her with every movement, pressing snug against tender inner walls. Daddy's cum, still warm, trickled around the edges of the silicone, dampening her thighs. She wiggled experimentally, biting her lip at the sensation.

Daddy chuckled, watching her squirm. "Good girl," he murmured, tracing a fingertip along the edge of the plug where it disappeared between her cheeks. Anna bit her lip, wiggling again—just to feel the way it stretched her.

"Aren't you gonna clean Daddy up?" His voice was rough, fingers still tangled in her hair. Anna didn't hesitate—she never did—dropping to her knees again with her skirt hiked up around her waist, the plug shifting inside her as she moved. His cock glistened, slick with spit and remnants of his release, still half-hard against his thigh. Anna leaned forward, her pink tongue darting out to lap at the softening length, as she tasted her own well fucked bumhole lingering on him. She hummed, wrapping her lips around the head, sucking gently—her cheeks hollowing as she drew out every last drop. Daddy groaned, his hips jerking slightly as her tongue swirled along the sensitive underside.

Anna pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at him with spit-slick lips. "All clean," she chirped, wiping her chin with the back of her hand. Daddy exhaled sharply, running his thumb over her bottom lip before tugging her skirt back into place—smoothing the pleats over her plugged bottom. Anna wobbled slightly when she stood, the stretch still fresh, her thighs sticky with Daddy’s mess. She adjusted her backpack straps, bouncing slightly on her toes—just to feel the plug shift inside her again—before turning toward the door.

"Be safe and have a lovely day," Daddy murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Anna’s forehead before affectionately patting her bottom —tfhe perfect picture of doting fatherhood.