The Video Feed

Three hours later, you got a simple command from Carrie:

Carrie: Watch this link.

You clicked the hyperlink. It was by your dad's pool. Your dad was laying naked by the pool, his big cock already at half mast. There was a time stamp in the corner. You realized the feed was live. Carrie sauntered out ten minutes later, wearing just a tight shirt advertising her preferred 2024 president, and a red MAGA hat. No pants, no panties. Her bush was a forest of dark brown curls now, and the golden barbell in her clit gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. Her ass and thighs gleamed from an ample application of baby oil. She was a fucking goddess. Your dad finished off his victory cigar as Carrie sat down on a second lounger, leaning down to kiss his big balls. He relished the moment, watching her suck his cock and balls until he was stiff and aching.

"Are you ready to celebrate now, Mr. President?" Carrie asked huskily.

"Mmhm. On all fours, Barbie. Show me your shitbox." Carrie flushed at the crude term, but obliged, getting her lithe body into position, showing off her unnaturally pink hole.

John was a patient lover, you had to give him that. He took his time lubing himself up, lubing up Carrie, slowly stretching her out with his fingers before pressing his big head against her ass. Carrie tensed, before focusing her breathing and calming herself as the head slipped into her.

"Ooo, fuck that's thick Daddy. So much bigger than my ex." It was a gratuitous comment, made just because you were listening and watching, and it had the intended effect as you came onto your belly. Your dad, ever the Bull, accepted the praise in stride, feeding her more co

Half an hour later, they were still going at it. Your pecan-sized balls were beyond empty, but you still were tugging furiously at your small pink cock, watching your dad claim the last hole that had only been yours before.

Carrie had been cumming too, frequently. Her eyes were rolled back, her blonde hair in your dad's firm grip. "Pull my hair, fuck my ass. Cum in me, please cum in me..." Your dad pushed forward and Carrie went to her belly, your dad's body fully splayed over hers.

"Cum where?" he teased. Carrie flushed hard.

"Cum in Barbie's shitbox." John grunted in response, his strong ass and thighs hammering away. Then he roared, in pure conquest as he filled her ass with cum. Carrie came too, whimpering, ****, perfect. They laid that way for awhile, whispering to each other as John's cock gradually softened.

Eventually, John stood up.

"Go get cleaned up and dolled up, Barbie. We still have some celebrating to do. Armand's tonight?" Carrie's ass leaked a dollop of John's thick cum.

"French, Daddy? Ooh la la," Carrie cooed. They both laughed.

"Oui. And Barbie?"

"Yes Daddy?"

I ... you ... um. You're so important to me. And I thank God for bringing us together." Carrie glowed, getting up and kissing John, soft and sensuous.

"I feel the same way, Daddy." You watched, mouth open, your cock leaking one last watery strand of cum. Listening to your Dad and Carrie admit they loved each other was hotter than watching him buttfuck her.