It was a sunny day with just a few clouds in the sky, and Tim was driving home with a growing lump in his pants. His wife had been out of the picture for a long time, but he had a good life raising his only child, Isabelle. As the years went by, he enjoyed watching her grow up more and more. They had been unusually close for a father and daughter; even when she reached her teen years, she didn't push him away; instead, she always listened to Daddy and took his advice. They had wanted to move from their old house for a while as it was filled with old memories, some of which weren't very pleasant. It was never explicitly said out loud, but they both wanted a place that was only theirs. However, it was difficult to leave their old town, as Isabelle didn't want to lose contact with her good friends, most of whom just so happened to be girls who had also spent many years without a mother.
While looking for a new place, Tim always kept an eye out for an opening in a nearby gated community named "Fertile Valley." It looked beautiful and was in a prime location, but it was as if nobody who lived there ever wanted to sell. Families who lived there stayed there. A couple of his work buddies lived there with their daughters, but he hadn't thought much about that coincidence until the community invited him for an open house visit. His friends had recommended him to the seller as a prospective buyer, which seemed very odd. Tim and Isabelle were required to attend at the proper time, or else the offer would default to somebody else, which also seemed strange. The open house ended up feeling like a long interview. Both father and daughter answered many questions, some peculiar and others oddly personal.
However, when the questions ended, the selling agent was extremely welcoming, practically tripping over herself to convince the two of them to move in. Even the price was haggled down a little too easily, which aroused suspicion in Tim, but when the house inspector's report came back all clear, the choice was a no-brainer: this father and daughter were moving to their new home!
Today was going to be a good day. Every day has been good since his daughter's 18th birthday, just last week, and things looked like they would only improve from there. The car lurched up to the community entrance, and Tim waved to Hank, the security guard sitting in his booth. Hank waved back and pressed the button to allow entry but was unusually quiet. He usually had something friendly to say or a comment on a game from a sport that Tim didn't even follow, but right now, he stayed silent as he leaned back, and his face looked somewhat strained. After a few seconds, the top of a head covered in long, brown hair with a beret clipped on appeared and sank back onto Hank's lap.
"Happy birthday, Krystle!" Tim yelled out to the girl in the booth with her father.
"Thmmph, ymmph, slurp!"
"I think she said 'thank you,'" Hank puffed out. Looking down at her, he said, "Oh God, that's good. Better than your mother ever was." Hank turned his head back to the car and mentioned, " It was yesterday, but she doesn't seem to want to do anything else; she even turned down having a party and convinced me to call her in as sick to her school, not that I'm complaining."
Tim's cock was straining in his pants now. He needed to get home. "Well, have fun, I'll see you later!"
Before the car got 20 feet away, a loud groan bellowed from the security station as a daughter greedily drank down daddycum.
Tim was anxious to get home and drove a bit faster than the speed limit. He couldn't help but do a double-take at the dark-haired girl washing her dad's car in a sting bikini as the father sat back on the porch with a beer in his hand. It looked like something other than suds was dripping from her chin. That was Emily, one of her daughter's friends. She was a grade ahead and had already graduated high school, opting to attend the local college instead of breaking her father's heart, just like Isabelle had planned.
Tim continued to drive, and as he approached his house, he saw his neighbor Jim had recently gotten home and had walked in the door to the greetings of his daughter Kristen, who was on her knees in front of him. Tim chuckled as he considered recommending his neighbor install a rail he could hold onto when he walked into the door.
Moving to Fertile Valley was the best decision in Tim's life.
After driving into the garage, walking in the door, and throwing his jacket aside, Tim yelled up the stairs, "Isabelle, it's time for practice!"
The fact that he even had to say that was disconcerting. His daughter should have been ready. Isabelle could hear the garage door and knew Daddy would be home around this time, so she should already be on her knees and waiting.
"Just a sec, dad!" Isabelle replied, "I'm talking to Katie on the phone!"
Unacceptable.
"Now honey, I'm home, and you know what that means. It's time for practice. Get off the phone and come downstairs. I shouldn't have to wait for you."
"I'm sorry, Dad, but I'll be right down!"
Tim had looked forward to his daughter's practice all day. It was practically all he could think about. His cock was rock hard in anticipation, and if his cock kept leaking precum at its current rate, he'd die of dehydration. He was a very patient man, but sometimes daughters require a strict hand to be raised right.
"Get off the phone and get down here NOW!"
"OK, fine! Geesh, I'm coming down!"
Tim sat on the family room couch and let his legs hang wide open as he leaned back. There was a prominent bulge down his left pant leg. His eyes were closed as the sound of a teenager walking down the steps reached his ears.
"Now listen, young lady, when you have an appointment, you need to... WHAT ARE THOSE?"
Isabelle stood before him in the jeans she wore to school and rolled her eyes.
"They're just pants. I had them on for school, and when I got home, I got on the phone with Katie and forgot to change them."
"Listen here, you little slut, you know my rules, and you DO NOT wear pants in this house! Get them off, NOW!"
The booming voice of her father took Isabelle aback. She knew his house rules, as Daddy explained them in great detail on her eighteenth birthday. She had agreed to follow them, even enthusiastically. She should know how to behave, and there was no excuse for her disobedience.
Isabelle looked down, blushing, "I... I'm sorry, Daddy, I'll take them off right away."
As she took them off, Daddy told her calmly but firmly, "You need to remember how to act. There are certain rules to follow. You agreed to those rules. Good girls listen to their Daddies. Now, you need to be punished. Get on my lap."
Isabelle bent over and laid down on her father's lap, and then Daddy grabbed the back of her panties and pulled them up, drawing them into and exposing her milky white cheeks.
"And what are these? You don't even put on the right panties for Daddy? These are not for wearing around the house! Where are your panties for Daddy?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy..."
"What's gotten into you?"
A firm hand came down with a smack and hit one cheek, which started to redden.
Daddy said in a stern voice, "Count to ten."
"Yes, Daddy... One."
*Smack*
Isabelle squeaked, "Two."
The fatherly voice continued, "You were late to your daily practice."
*Smack*
"Three."
"You were wearing pants at home." *Smack*
"Four."
"You were wearing the wrong panties." *Smack*
"Eep, five."
"What next? Another cock?" *Smack*
"Six, no, Daddy."
"A boy? Another man? You want another man's cock down your throat, is that it?" *Smack*
"Oh... seven... no Daddy, never!"
"I try to raise you right, and this is what I get. A slut who doesn't do what she's told." *Smack*
"Eight, I'm sorry, Daddy, I'll do better, I swear!"
"Probably going to come home one day and see you wiping the cum from some jock off your face." *Smack*
"Nine... no, Daddy, I could never. I just want your cock, only yours!"
"Is that true? You wouldn't lie to Daddy, would you? You're my cumslut. You understand?" *Smack*
"Ten. No, Daddy, I'd never lie to you. I'm so sorry. I'll be a good girl. Please forgive me. Yours is the only sperm that will ever be inside me. I only want the cum that made me."
Tim softly grabbed his daughter's sensitive ass cheeks and gently rubbed them. "That's a good girl. That's what I want to hear. You make your father so proud."
Isabelle beamed with pride, feeling her father's hand express his gentle love. "Thank you, Daddy. I'll make this practice the best one yet."
Daddy took his fingers and felt around the folds of his daughter's pussy, rubbing through her panties. Just what he thought: wetness.
"Did my darling girl get turned on?" Tim brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted his favorite flavor.
Isabelle responded, "I just want to be a good whore for you, Daddy."
"You are practically gushing, and your taste is wonderful today. You are Daddy's little whore. No other little cum guzzler could taste this good. Get on your knees."
Isabelle stood in a halter top and panties, her long black hair cascading down her back. She took more after her Asian mother than her Caucasian father. Nobody would know she was half-white until being told, and even then, most didn't believe it. She didn't mind, as it made it easier for them to have fun together in public. Daddy was about a foot taller than her, and she always felt so secure when he held her close to him in bed, on the couch, in a movie theater, or even when he grabbed her hand as they walked through a mall.
Isabelle descended onto her knees.
Daddy's voice softened, "Good girl. You know what to do."
Isabelle crawled between her father's legs and reached her delicate hands toward his crotch. She unfastened his belt and pants, then tugged at the hips as Daddy lifted his ass slightly to allow the pants to get pulled down. Tim's cock was straining against his boxers with the tip poking through the left leg-hole. Isabelle's eyes moved to the reflective sheen spread around the cockhead that put her in her mother's womb.
There was so much precum! Isabelle saw it, and her mouth watered as her pussy made more delicious daughter-juice.
"Again, I want to say I'm sorry, Daddy, it's just that Katie's birthday is tomorrow, you remember her, right? She's my blonde friend with the dad who has the same name as you. She was asking about when we..."
"Honey, stop and get to practicing. We can talk about your friend later. You're an adult now, and you have responsibilities. Listen to Daddy and focus on what's important right now."
Tim took his daughter's hand and placed it on his cock, which she impulsively squeezed. Her pussy dripped.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I shouldn't be so selfish. Look at that thing. It's huge! So hard and so wet." Isabelle took her right index finger and touched the tip, drawing up a string of precum. She followed it up with her thumb and maneuvered her index finger so that a string of precum suspended between them.
Tim groaned, "I'm just trying to raise you right, princess."
"Just look at all this! You must really need me to practice." Isabelle brought her fingers to her mouth and licked up the delicious snack, causing both family members to sigh deeply and roll their eyes back slightly.
"The thing is, Daddy, Katie is excited and nervous about tomorrow, and she asked for my advice about mmph grrph hrrph..."
Isabelle was interrupted as her father grabbed the back of her and pushed it down to his cock as she was talking. She opened her mouth wide like a good girl and let him inside, interrupting her explanation.
"That's good, nice and deep."
*Gasp, slurp, mmmm...*
"Oh, Daddy, I was just trying to say that Katie wanted me to tell her how I..." Isabelle's head was pushed down to her dad's cock again.
"Sweetie, you need to stop talking now. Concentrate on what matters. Her father will take care of things."
Isabelle's pussy was practically gushing. One hand grabbed her dad's thigh while she used the other to finger herself. Her actions did not escape Daddy's attention. He pulled his daughter's face off his cock and locked eyes with her. Her eyes were slightly teared up from the throat fucking, and her breath was heavy and gasping.
"What did I just tell you? Concentrate on what you're doing. How can you concentrate when you're getting yourself off? This is practice. Do it right. Do I do anything else when I'm eating you out?"
"No, Daddy."
"Do I give you my full attention and love to give you the best orgasm I can?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Do you love Daddy as much as Daddy loves you?"
Isabelle's cunt ached for attention as she said, "Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll be a good girl."
"That's what I want to hear. Remember, family juices shouldn't go to waste. If you gush all over the carpet or I jizz in a sock, that isn't fair to either of us." Tim pushed his daughter's face down onto his cock one more time, the tip of his cock pushing to the back of her throat. Isabelle's pussy leaked down her thighs as she grabbed Daddy's hips, and her eyes looked up at her father.
*Gasp, pant* "Oh, Daddy, we almost did it that time. I think there's only an inch left to get down my throat." Isabelle looked like a goddess with a slimy mess all over her face.
"Take off your top. Get naked for Daddy."
Isabelle took off the rest of her clothes as fast as she could and enthusiastically tried one more time to deepthroat the cock that she came from, making obscene gagging and choking noises she knew Daddy loved. She wanted a big load to savor, and the best way to completely drain Daddy's balls was to do what he wanted.
Isabelle's head bobbed up and down on her father's lap, making a big, sexy mess smearing all over her face. She took her mouth off the cock she lusted after and position above it, a thick string connecting the tip of that big cock to her mouth. She tilted her head back and spread the mixture of juices all over her throat and breasts.
"That's a good girl, just like I taught you," Tim croaked out as he was straining not to cum. His daughter was getting better every day, but there was still room for improvement.
There was no hiding Tim's pride for his daughter, though. He was sure she was better than all of her friends from his conversations with the other fathers in the neighborhood. They all bragged about their daughters, and he was sure they exaggerated their daughters' skills. However, Tim didn't need to exaggerate one bit to be able to top all the other dads' stories.
The good daughter's face had streaked makeup as her fists and mouth moved up and down together on his cock. Her tongue danced around his shaft in all the right ways. She was sure not to hurt him with her teeth, which she was getting better at because she could hold her mouth wide open longer and longer. She was also getting better and better at suppressing her gag reflex.
"No hands now, pumpkin."
Isabelle obediently took her hands off the family rod. She enthusiastically moved her head up and down, yearning for the baby batter from Daddy's balls to shoot once, twice, and then again and again into her mouth. Every time it happened, it pushed her further into her addiction to fatherly cock; she was definitely a cumslut for Daddy.
Slurping and sucking noises filled the room as Isabelle's cheeks hollowed on each upstroke, her tongue massaging the shaft she came from not even 19 years ago. Worshiping it this way was the least she could do, as it was what Daddy used to make her. Pleasing Daddy was her favorite thing in the world to do. She never wanted to make Daddy angry; it was just that she was still learning how to act properly now that she was of age. She was so happy to have a loving daddy who was patient and kind, helping her through life and giving her as much of his cock as he possibly could.
Tim was close. The sight of his own offspring's cute face with his cock stuffed in it was a sight to behold. "Look up at Daddy."
Isabelle looked up and locked eyes with her father as he grabbed her head with both hands and held it still as he humped up into her mouth. She was still expertly using her tongue and applying suction at the proper time. She hoped she made Daddy proud.
Suddenly, Daddy yelled, "Oh, I'm close, honey, get ready! You're so... mmm, you're so good! I'm so proud of you!"
Isabelle smiled as her father stopped humping up at her face and instead used his arms to move it up and down as if he was using her head to jerk off. The feeling of her father doing all this just felt right.
"OK, sweetie, now finish it up yourself, no hands. Ahhh... mmm... and show it to me before swallowing. Ahh, oooh, mmm... you have to practice your impulse control."
Isabelle kept her eyes locked with her father and slightly nodded, saying with a mouthful of cock, "Ymphs Ddmmph."
"That's a good girl... here it comes, don't spill any... Aaaaahhh!"
With a loud groan, Daddy unloaded spurt after spurt of paternal seed, and Isabelle tried her best to keep it all in her mouth, but there was just so much! She hadn't had any other cocks, but somehow she knew that Daddy made huge loads. It was so hard to keep it all in her mouth! A little spilled out of the side of her mouth, and she accidentally swallowed a spurt or two, but she had kept most of the delicious cream she had worked so hard for in her mouth, waiting for Daddy to let her know when she could swallow it all.
"Good girl, savor your reward."
Isabelle's tongue danced around her mouth, whipping around the potent baby batter she could never get enough of. The sensations of such a taboo act only added to the pleasure she felt from making her father so happy, and her pussy was gushing her delicious juice as it leaked from another place that Daddy owned.
"Show it to me."
Isabelle opened her mouth, proudly displaying the white, frothy cum that only moments before was inside of her father.
"Good girl, now you can swallow."
Isabelle took a big gulp, her pussy pulsing as daddycum flowed down her throat. She needed to be touched; she was ready to go off, but she needed to wait for Daddy. She needed to be patient.
"Open wide, show me you got it all."
Her mouth opened again, proudly showing the bulk of Daddy's seed was now in her stomach, helping give her the nutrients a good girl needs. She imagined a coating of sperm remaining in her mouth, helping satiate her cravings until Daddy could feed her again.
"Now remember, don't miss any."
Isabelle obediently used her index finger to get the cum that escaped her mouth and licked it all up. She was about to scoop up the drops of cum mixed with saliva when Tim said, "No, wait, massage the rest of it into your skin. It's good for you."
"OK, Daddy," Isabelle dutifully responded, rubbing the slimy mixture around her breasts when Daddy took over.
"I'll do that. Switch places."
Tim got up, and Isabelle sat on the couch as her father mauled her breasts and kissed her with his tongue dancing around hers. He made sure to add his saliva to each of her breasts, making a trail down to her juicy snatch, overflowing with the daughter juices that would make any father salivate. Every father has a right to the honey that flows from between his daughter's legs, whether he acknowledges it or not. Tim knew it and would never give it up to any man.
This Daddy feasted like a starving man, reaching far inside his daughter's delicate folds in search of as much ambrosia as he could find. Her clit was properly cared for, helping to make him drunk on his own daughter's taste. Now it was Daddy's turn to get his face messy as he couldn't help but cover his face in her cream.
*Slurp*, *Lick* "Oooh, Daddy, that feels so good! I love you so much."
*Slurp*, *Gulp*, *Lick* "Oh Daddy keep eating me! Keep drinking me up!"
A scream echoed through the house, a cry of joy as Isabelle came like a rocket on her father's face, soaking it further, spurring Tim on as his hunger only increased.
"OH MY GOD, I'M COMING AGAIN! OH DADDY!" Isabelle's thighs squeezed her father's head, his green eyes looking up at her.
Daddy kept licking and slurping, but Isabelle had to push his head away, panting, "Oh too much, Daddy, too sensitive!"
"I take it you enjoyed it?"
"As much as you enjoyed helping me practice, I hope."
Tim got up and snuggled with his daughter on the couch. He moved his head down to her neck, pecking at it with small kisses, whispering, "This practice was the best yet. I'm so proud of you, and I love you so much. You're advancing faster than I ever thought. You've learned to control your cum-lust enough; you'll learn new things tomorrow. Let's relax until dinner. I'll order some pizza. After that, finish any schoolwork you have, and then I'll give you your oral exam on what you've practiced until now. Remember, you need to concentrate because I won't be guiding you. I'm sure you'll do great, though. Worst case, you need more practice." Tim embraced his daughter more closely and cupped her breasts possessively.
Isabelle couldn't help but blush as she giggled and swelled with pride. "I love you too, Daddy. I only want to be a good daughter for you." With that, her ass wiggled against Daddy's crotch, nestling his paternal prick against her ass as she reached for the remote to find something to watch while they waited for dinner.
"You're the best," Daddy whispered in his daughter's ear, "and mine."
------X------
"Sorry, I gotta go, my dad's home."
Isabelle's words rattled around in Katie's head all night. It was a simple statement, but there was a lot of meaning behind those words. She did not explain, not that Katie expected one by now. She was the youngest in her group of friends, and over the last year, the other girls began acting strangely. Each of them changed their behavior not long after their 18th birthday. Every one of them disappeared on their actual birthday for about a week, delaying any celebrations. They weren't in school, they weren't online, they didn't answer texts or calls. They ignored the world for a time, then returned happier than ever and usually dressed differently.
Whenever she asked another girl why they were acting differently, her friend only talked about how they were much closer to their fathers than before. Sometimes, she would hear about "practice" or "training," but she'd never get a straight answer about what any of that was. "Your daddy will take care of everything," they said. "Listen to your daddy, and everything will be wonderful." What did that mean? Why did they smile so much now?
Katie's birthday was only a couple of hours away, and she turned 18 at midnight. She had to know more about what would happen on her birthday, so she texted her friend Emily, and after several minutes of no reply, she called her up. Right before it went to voice mail, Emily picked up with a muffled "mmph", followed by a "Hello?" which sounded like the person talking wasn't closing her mouth.
It was apparent from the sounds Emily made that Katie interrupted her while eating. She said her dad got her a giant lollipop, and she didn't want to put it down because it might get ruined. Nevertheless, Katie thought, there's no reason to lick and suck and smack your lips that loudly while eating anything. Emily was even interrupting herself, shoving the candy in her mouth mid-sentence! A few times, it even sounded like she gagged.
"Take it easy, it's just candy, don't choke on it," Katie said.
"But it's so delicious, and I can't get enough of it," Emily said between licks.
"I never knew you liked suckers that much."
Emily only replied with a muffled laugh. Katie asked her questions, but the conversation continued much like the previous talks with her friends, with the exception of being interrupted repeatedly by the noise of licking, sucking, slurping, and gagging. "That candy sure lasts a long time, even with all that munching," Katie thought, "it must be a big one."
Katie would have been offended by her friend's behavior if she hadn't noticed so much strange behavior from everyone else. Frustratingly, the conversation led to no new knowledge, and Katie could only understand roughly half the words her friend spoke, asking her to repeat herself several times. The conversation ended like the others: "Listen to your daddy, and everything will be wonderful!" At least, she thought that was what Emily had said, with her mouth full of a lollipop.
So many emotions ran through Katie. She was envious of her friends but nervous about the change that was coming. She sensed that something would be different in the morning and her life would be more like her friends' lives. They were keeping something back but had trouble concealing their excitement. Katie knew her friends wouldn't hurt her or let something terrible happen to her, so she knew she would be fine. She also knew that whatever it was, it would involve Daddy, so it really must not be bad.
There were other things she wondered about, too. There was a church located inside their community that everyone attended. The pastor had been living there with his family for many years (and he had a huge family). There were two sections for seating in the sanctuary: the ground floor and the balcony. She was never allowed up onto the balcony because she was too young. She frequently looked up there, wishing she could see everything from up high and view the happy family members listening to the sermons on family love as daughters sat on their fathers' laps, sometimes facing the wrong direction. Her friends started sitting up there with their fathers after each of their birthdays, and she knew she would start doing it, too.
Last week, Katie was bored listening to the pastor drone on about family togetherness for the millionth time when she looked back and up and saw her friend Kristen sitting on her daddy's lap like all the other daddies and daughters sitting in the front balcony row. She could see no more than the upper half or so of anybody sitting on the balcony from below. Soon, Kristen leaned over, firmly gripping the railing with a look of intense concentration; she must have been very interested in the sermon. When Katie looked back a minute later, Kristen had turned around, hugging her father. Katie gave her attention again to the sermon for a couple more minutes before looking back and noticing that her friend was missing. Glancing around the balcony, Katie saw the other families enjoying the sermon together but didn't see her friend. She was about to give up when Kristen got up from the floor. "She must have dropped something important and took a while to find it," Katie thought. Just then, Kristen wiped her mouth, licked her fingers for some reason, and sat back down on her dad's lap.
Katie loved her daddy with all her heart. Her father told her that she must bring home any boy for him to see before she can date him or spend time alone with him. She had a feeling that no boy would ever meet his standards, so she never even tried. Katie knew this because her daddy would be even more selective than she was, and she already hadn't met a single boy who measured up. As the years went by, she realized she was comparing them all against her father and thus didn't stand a chance. Mom had been gone years ago, and it was Daddy who loved her and raised her. Katie appreciated everything her daddy did for her.
Not that the boys didn't try to get her. Her blonde hair framed her face with stunning blue eyes, which her dad always complimented her on, encouraging her to wear skirts that matched them.
Katie did her best to keep herself busy and catch up on her homework, eyeing her clock as the time crept closer to what she somehow knew to be her big day. She heard her dad get in the shower a half hour before midnight, which was odd as he usually got to sleep before that because of work.
Before going to bed, her father appeared in her doorway and said, "Happy birthday, my little girl!"
Katie jumped up and ran into his arms, saying, "Thanks, Dad! But technically, you're a little early. It's only 11:59."
Tim looked at the clock as it changed to midnight on the dot. Instantly, he held Katie closer as if a desperate need suddenly overtook him, and he whispered to her, "Now is exactly the right time."
Tim's hands moved over Katie's body possessively while he moved his lips close to her ear and whispered, "I love you, Katie."
She closed her eyes as her soul lifted, and all her worries lifted away as she replied, "I love you too, Dad."
"Call me Daddy instead from now on. I like that more."
"OK, Daddy," Katie replied, realizing she also liked it better.
Katie's father moved his hands under his daughter's shirt to cup her breasts, which more than filled each of his hands.
"Very good. No bras at night; they get in the way."
Tim's face changed to a stern expression as he started to outline his plan for his daughter, "These pajama bottoms won't do, either. They are even worse than a bra. Stop using them. And let's take a look at your panties." He started pulling on his daughter's pajama bottoms, and Katie found herself instantly raising her ass to make it easier.
Katie saw her daddy's expression change to look like he was almost insulted. "What are these? Take those off, too. In fact, throw them in the bag. We'll get you new clothes today. You're my beautiful angel, and you'll dress up how I say you will."
Katie looked at her father.
"What are you waiting for? Obey your father."
There was a spreading wet spot on Katie's panties, and it was already strange and sexy to see her father see that. As she stood up and pulled her panties down, a string of her cream stretched and connected from her panties to her pussy until it was drawn out too far and snapped.
"And that!"
Katie immediately knew her father saw blonde hair where it shouldn't be.
"Too much hair. Your pussy needs to be bald. You shave it already but need to do it more often. Always remember, don't cut the hair on your head too short, but make your pussy nice and smooth."
"But it's only stubble. I shaved it not too long ago."
"Did you shave for a boy?" Tim asked worryingly.
"No, Daddy, it was just to see what it was like. It's nice to be bare around my vagina."
Tim looked relieved. "Good girl. Shave it regularly to keep it nice and smooth. And don't call it a vagina. Use other names for it, like pussy."
"Yes, Daddy." Katie stepped out of her panties, walked over to the trash bag, bent over, and placed them inside. As she bent over, her shirt uncovered her ass, and she posed just right so that Daddy could see her pussy.
"Good girl. Now come back to bed. Daddy has been waiting a long time for this day, and I'm very backed up." Daddy's jeans fell to the floor with that, leaving a big, pointy lump pushing against his boxers.
Tim guided his daughter to lie down as Katie's pussy leaked. She knew what was going to happen.
"Do you know what's going to happen, Katie?"
"I'm not sure, Daddy. Something fun?"
Tim smiled, "Yes, my love, the most fun thing of all. I'm going to breed you."
The bluntness of that statement almost took Katie's breath away. She had always wanted brothers and sisters, and her father had told her she would have them someday, but he never remarried.
"The reverend keeps his daughter BP&IK, which means 'barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen.' You might get along with her. She's in her late 20s, but when two girls are sluts for their daddies, they tend to be good friends. I don't think that little slut has missed a single chance to get pregnant since her 18th birthday. But you don't have to do that, baby. We'll stop after three siblings unless you want more. You can do whatever else you want, like take classes at college, but you'll have to take a full load from me every day before going to class."
"Yes, Daddy. But about the reverend, you mean that all reverend's kids are..."
"No, not all of them," Tim explained, "just over half are from his wife, but they try to time the pregnancies so she has 'twins' over the summer."
Katie thought, "This is all making sense. Now I know why my friends are all so happy..."
Tim interrupted Katie's thoughts with a command, "Take off everything. I want to see everything I made."
Katie quickly discarded her top and lay back on her golden hair shimmering around her. Her breasts were unusually large for her frame; she was truly gifted. It was as if her body knew before she did that it belonged to the man who gave her life and developed and grew for his exclusive use.
Tim kneeled on the bed, pushing Katie's legs apart.
"Sit up, you should get used to taking out my cock. You will be doing it every chance you get. None of my seed will be wasted. Remember that."
As if in a trance, Katie sat up and extended her hands out to her father's boxers. If she adjusted them slightly, she knew the massive family member would poke through the hole in the front, but she wanted to see it all at once. She gripped both sides of the underwear and dragged it down until the cock hidden inside sprang out.
"This is yours. Only yours."
Katie didn't know quite what to say. She had seen pictures and videos before, but this was different. This cock was what made her. All she could eke out was, "Yes, Daddy. Thank you."
"You're welcome, sweetie. See all that wetness on the end?"
Katie took her index finger and touched the end in reply, drawing it back forming a string in the air. She couldn't help herself and placed it on her tongue. A shiver ran through her spine as a thirst that would never be sated was sparked. She leaned forward, her tongue brushing against the tip of that glorious cock ever so slightly, and Tim pulled back.
"Hold on, there, not yet. That lesson will be soon. Every Daddy trains his daughter how he sees fit, and blowjobs will be soon, but today, we are going straight to breeding. It's advanced material for most daughters, but it's obvious when I look at your body that its purpose is breeding. My babies are going in there as soon as possible. Anyone who sees you will know you have been claimed for life."
Hearing her father talk was like listening to a truth she knew innately but had never put into words. "Of course, Daddy. I'm your daughter. You made me, so you own my body, too."
Tim's cock bobbed up and down with those words as if it had a life of its own. He groaned, trying to hold his cum in.
"I knew you were a quick learner. Now, lie back. We will get to other positions later, and you'll use your mouth to get me hard, but breeding you is our top priority. Until you are pregnant, all other lessons are on hold."
Katie felt her father cover her as his cock poked at the entrance to her tight pussy. She was practically gushing, hornier than she had ever been before in her life.
"Are you a virgin, sweetie?"
"Yes, Daddy. I didn't know it until now, but I saved myself for you. You're the only man good enough."
"Oh boy... sorry honey, but this is going to sting a bit, and I don't know how long I'll last. A body made for breeding like yours is enough to get me hard, but I've been waiting so long that a slight breeze might set me off."
Katie almost surprised herself with her response. "Then we'll have to make sure it all gets inside me, then, won't we?"
With that, Tim pushed, slowly slipping in inch after inch, quickly tearing his daughter's hymen with little pain until he was balls deep. Katie felt stuffed. Complete.
Father and daughter kissed, fondled, and gyrated together on Katie's bed. Moving in and out slowly to avoid hurting his daughter, Tim kept himself under control, trying to distract himself by making out with his daughter instead. Kissing her neck, face, forehead, and lips, he wanted to cover her entire body with demonstrations of his love. Soon, tongues came out and intertwined as passionate love was about to create a new life.
"This is how all children should be conceived," Katie thought. "How could a family with this much love not be a good thing?"
"I want your babies, Daddy. Our babies. My siblings. Give me a sister first, Daddy, if you can. A brother is good too, though."
"Oh, Katie, yes, I'll give you as many as you want."
Feeling so owned and loved made Katie feel so lucky. This was what she wanted. Other people wanted money or possessions, but Katie wanted her father's children to grow inside her. She wanted his cum to mark her. She wanted it to drool out of her, splatter over her, physical proof to the world that Daddy claimed her.
Katie's mind drifted to thinking of going to her friend's house with splatters of cum all over her face and thighs and showing her friend's entire family that she was decidedly her father's property. Then, when that daddy saw her, he'd drag his daughter to a bed to do the same thing.
As sexy thoughts of her perfect future flooded her head, a spark set off in her pussy. She was going to cum!
Tim groaned and strained when he spoke, "I don't think I can last much longer, honey."
"It's OK, Daddy, I think I... I think... Oh, oh, don't stop! Don't stop! Keep going! Right there! RIGHT THERE! OOOOHHHHH!!"
Katie went into spasms around her father's cock as if her pussy was tired of waiting for the cum it was owed and finally did all it could to demand it be deposited inside her immediately. Of course, the daddycock happily complied.
"Take it all! It's all for you! I'm knocking you up! I'm knocking up my daughter!"
Tim pushed in hard, instinctually trying to get his sperm up to the waiting egg. They wouldn't find out until Katie was fucked silly repeatedly, each time taking precautions to get all of the family seed as far in her womb as possible, but Katie was a swift learner. She passed her breeding lesson with flying colors on her first try. The happy couple made the sister Katie always wanted with their first pregnancy.
Sweaty and full of love and lust that would never die, the incestuous couple kissed and cuddled until Katie's stomach rumbled.
"Sounds like my little girl needs to eat. After you catch, I'll help provide good nutrition with my seed at least once per day, but for now, let's get a big breakfast. We have to go get you a new wardrobe."
"Alright, I'll just shower and dress, Daddy."
"No, not yet. You can lick up the cum that drips out but don't clean it up any other way. You need to get used to the taste and the feel of it. It marks you as mine. It will happen a lot from now on. Put on the shortest skirt you own and leave your panties off. We're going to the mall, the big one a few towns away."
Katie felt proud to be owned by such a loving and wise daddy and leaned in and kissed him to tell him so.
"How hungry are you, Katie?"
"I could wait a little bit," Katie said with a smirk.
Tim cupped his daughter's face with his palm and looked into her eyes, "Maybe we can breed you once more before leaving. After all, it is the best time of the month for it."
Katie smiled and leaned in to kiss her father, saying, "Yes, the clothes can wait. My pussy could use some more daddycum before we go." Then, with a thoughtful look, she continued, "Just think, if we do it right, I could be on stage during graduation with a swelling tummy that I'll hold and rub in front of everyone as I grab my diploma. Then, on my first day of classes at college, I'll show up with a huge belly, and my skirts will barely fit. I'll be huge because of you, Daddy! All the boys will know this slut is already owned!"
Katie and her daddy didn't get to the mall that day. Katie used her mouth on her father's cock, licking and slurping to help get it hard so Tim could deposit inside of his daughter whatever sperm he had left. They stayed in Katie's bed all day, fucking, kissing, and fondling, only stopping when necessary. Daddy and daughter would have to go to the mall the next day, that is, unless Katie could still manage to drain more of the potent daddycum from her father's cock.
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Isabelle hadn't seen her friend Katie in over two weeks, as Katie hadn't been to school or church since her training started. Her absence was understandable as all daughters in Fertile Valley had a breaking-in period to adjust to their lives as the sole property of their fathers. Since a girl didn't have control over the date of her 18th birthday, the entire community adjusted as best as they could to help each daughter be the best little slut they could be for their daddies. The school forgave each girl for up to an entire month of absences in school around her special time, but they still needed to make up their schoolwork when they returned, so most were only out of school for a week or two.
More and more local businesses were offering new hires extra vacation days for the purpose of training barely legal offspring. Local companies that didn't espouse bigoted views against family love thrived, and women also took advantage of the progressive benefits. More than a few single women yearning for an incestuous owner took advantage of the extra vacation days to give themselves entirely to their virile sons, in no time becoming double-milfs, and using their maternity leave nine or ten months later. Some families had more liberal arrangements. One of the most influential families in the community consisted of a man and wife and a very, very full house. The family patriarch was the proud father of not just a double-daughter but a triple-daughter. He won the lottery a while back and lives the happiest life he could dream up, full of love and lots of incest babies, not many pointless material possessions.
Isabelle was worried for her friend as she didn't want her to be overwhelmed with schoolwork when she returned. She had been dropping off lecture notes and homework for her friend, leaving them at the front door of her house. Taped to that door was a hand-written sign that said "Do Not Disturb: Breeding", with little hearts instead of dots over every "i."
Isabelle had been learning her lessons well and was an excellent daughter. Today, like other days, Isabelle had properly welcomed her father home from work like a daughter should, on her knees with an eager mouth. She had changed into proper attire to greet him, consisting of a short flowery sundress and no panties today. Her pussy moistened as she bobbed her head, leaving a deliciously sloppy mess in her delicate folds for Daddy to clean up with his tongue. The father/daughter couple talked as the family cock was properly worshiped, and during this time, Isabelle mentioned her plan to visit her friend that night. Daddy saw this as a good opportunity to mark her as his property before she left the house. Tim noticed boys looking at her with lust, but he wanted to make it clear to anybody who saw Isabelle tonight that she was claimed.
After 20 minutes of cock worship, Isabelle sat still as her father painted her face with jet after jet of fatherly sperm. Like a good girl, she eagerly accepted the cream wherever Daddy wanted to put it and waited until he finished covering her in proof of ownership before she licked and cleaned his cock and got ready to go. Isabelle knew all women looked better with a mouthful of cock or a cum-covered face, but after looking in the mirror, she knew she looked practically irresistible. Only one man would ever own her body, though. Everyone else could look but could never touch.
While walking down the sidewalk, the daddycum that covered her glistened in the sun. She had grown up a lot recently and loved the feeling of being her father's cumslut. She knew she was lucky to be in a place that accepted family love for what it was: love, plain and simple. Her breasts pressed against her dress, the cum spots partially hidden by the flower pattern. Isabelle thirsted for every drop of her father's seed as it soaked into her skin and wanted nothing more than to scoop it all up with her fingers and savor the taste, but her father told her to leave it be so that anyone who saw her while she was outside that he was properly taking care of her.
When a drop or two of precious patriarchal seed threatened to drip off her face, Isabelle used a finger to catch it and then licked it up. Daddy would approve; if her father had taught her anything, she knew that she should not ever waste any of his cum. It was better for the incestuous semen to be on her tongue than on the sidewalk. Wearing the cum, however, gave sensations she never expected. She enjoyed the scent and feeling of being coated in Daddy's gift, which was part of him and made her. She also immensely enjoyed the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed, and the look Daddy gave her as she left the house meant that he'd have even more for her by the time she got back, the thought of which made her salivate.
The walk was only about five minutes, and as she walked, her skirt rustled around her thighs, and her pussy became much more moist. Neighbors greeted her as she walked by, and cyclists and drivers waved. A couple of boys made obscene gestures that represented giving head; only a month ago, she would have blushed and looked down, but now after experiencing so much love from the man that made her, she was filled with confidence and simply smiled and yelled back, "Yep, my daddy's cock is the best!", causing the boys to blush instead of her. No doubt, after seeing her, they were ready to pump their seed into their sisters and mothers.
Katie's room was on the house's second floor and faced the street, with her bed under the window. That is where much of the family fucking was done, but the entire house was fair play. A thin curtain was drawn over the window, but it wasn't enough to hide everything, only the fine details. One could easily see silhouettes at night, such as a girl's body moving up and down. Any doubt as to what might be happening would be erased due to the fact the window was slightly cracked open, and sounds were escaping the room into the front yard. What was audible at any given time depended on how close the listener was and at what point the lovers happened to be in the lovemaking. Groans, moans, cries of "Daddy!" and "I'm cumming in my little girl!" would be clearly heard if one stood on the sidewalk in front of the house. If one were close enough, one would make out the sounds of the bed creaking and a bedpost slamming into a wall with a natural rhythm.
The neighbors would have complained about this reckless display of incestuous love if it were anywhere else but Fertile Valley. In this place, however, the residents were wise enough to see that this couple only served to inspire family love in all its forms to anyone within earshot. For instance, one family right next door had paired off into daddy/daughter and mother/son couples a few years ago, much like many nearby families, and they enjoyed hearing and seeing evidence of strong family love. Both women were pregnant again. They looked forward to raising their incestuous babies in a world without discrimination against those who realized that expressions of deep love shouldn't be restricted to non-family members. In Fertile Valley, any family member can fuck any other, even getting them knocked up, and their community would help out as best it could, giving a supportive environment to family love. Some residents were doctors who would help deliver the baby, keeping things quiet when a male relative like a father, son, or brother wanted to be bold and sign the birth certificate as the father.
As Isabelle approached the house, it was clear that Katie and Tim were close to finishing another round of breeding. She was already horny and trying hard not to lick up the cum on her face, but the thought of some of that cum also being in her pussy made her slit gush. With no panties, Isabelle began feeling enough of her juices building up to threaten to slide down her thighs. But what else did she feel? Was it jealousy? She knew her father must have loved her just as much as Katie's dad loved his daughter. Isabelle assumed she would be fucked properly when the time came, but did he want to breed her? Did she want her siblings inside her? The answer was "yes" as soon as the question crossed her mind. To Isabelle, her life was already extraordinary. She only needed to worship Daddy's cock and let him fuck her face whenever he felt the urge. Showing off his love with a big belly, stretching short skirts, and no panties underneath would make things perfect.
Daddy was the only man she would ever need. Daddy loved her more than any other man ever could, and in addition to giving her copious amounts of seed, as much as he could make, he buried his face in her shaved snatch, which was icing on the cake. His seed tasted so good she almost didn't want it in her pussy, but maybe that would change when Daddy started the breeding lessons.
As Isabelle reached the front steps, the love emanating inside the house became stronger with each passing second. Cries of "Take it all! It's all for my little girl!" and "Yes, Daddy! Give me a sister!" rang in the air, and Isabelle now had a line of cream running past her knee.
Isabelle wanted to see what she was missing out on and was glad the door was left unlocked. "I guess when all you do is fuck all day, you have no worries," Isabelle thought with a smile.
The door creaked open slightly, and as Isabelle's eyes adjusted to the reduced light, she saw takeout food containers and pizza boxes, which helped to explain how they got away with keeping themselves in the house for weeks now. As she stepped into the entryway and closed the door behind her, the sound of bedposts hitting the wall echoed through the house. Tip-toeing up the stairs, she crept closer to the bedroom, and the creaking of the bed and the squeaking of the bedsprings got louder.
Isabelle was elated the bedroom door was open. She wanted to see with her own eyes what she was missing and what she would soon beg Daddy to do. The sounds were louder now, happening more frequently. The two lovers were beyond words, focused on pleasure and making a new life.
Isabelle arrived at the doorway, mouth agape and staring at the two incestuous lovers on the bed, rutting together. They had switched positions now, with Katie bent over, ass up, a plaid skirt hiked up over her hips, a t-shirt rolled up over her exposed tits smashed into the bed, and her head turned with her eyes facing the door. Her daddy gave powerful thrusts, pushing her face into the bed as her eyes rolled back and her mouth gaped open.
"Breed me! Breed me! Make me yours forever, Daddy!"
"Here you go, more cum only for you! I'm gonna keep your belly big and full of incest babies and drink the milk from your tits!"
Isabelle had her eyes glued to the place where father filled daughter and shoved both hands to her crotch, trying desperately to scratch an itch that she knew she couldn't satisfy until she got home.
"Show my friend what it means to breed!" Katie screamed.
"I love you so much!" Tim yelled, pushing into his daughter in one final thrust.
After emptying everything inside her, Tim pulled out and maneuvered himself to kiss his daughter passionately.
"Umm... hi, Katie," Isabelle meekly squeaked out, her fingers stuffed in her snatch. "I just wanted to remind you of the big exams so you don't have problems graduating."
Katie moved her mouth away from her daddy's for a second, "Yes, I know, but I can't help it. Plus, all our teachers live in Fertile Valley and have kids at least as old as us. Mr. Johnson and Mr. Conners have daughters with swelling bellies, and Mrs. Conners, Mr. Conners' wife? Well, that's probably the son's fault, considering that house paired off into daddy/daughter mom/son couples a few years ago."
"What my daughter is trying to say, I think," Tim said between words while kissing Katie's neck and squeezing her tits, "is that the teachers understand that I have a few weeks of vacation time from work, and my daughter and I need all the quality time we can get."
Isabelle was speechless. She stood there, witnessing the two lovebirds making out while the daughter had a womb full of paternal seed, as she had a face covered in drying daddycum.
"And I see your dad is lucky to have such a great daughter," Tim said, finally causing Isabelle to blush.
Katie interjected, "Maybe we can have a daddy-daughter double date! Our studs can take us out on the town and show us off."
Isabelle perked up and said, "I'd love that! By the way, do you guys do anything else besides fuck?"
Katie replied, "Well, we try but don't get very far." Katie giggled. "We do manage to go out and eat sometimes, but usually, while waiting for the food, Daddy drags me into the bathroom. By the time we get back, the food is cold."
Tim added, "We also got her some more appropriate clothes for being daddy's slut. We always buy more than we plan to, though, because it isn't nice to put clothes back on the shelf after getting sperm on them. Katie has a lot of skirts now and a few other things."
"Oh, right! You should see this, Belle!" Katie fished around her bed mess, yanked out a pair of panties, and held it up. On the backside, it said a word in cursive lettering: "Owned." When flipping it over, more words were stitched over the crotch area that read: "Daddy's Cock Only."
Isabelle was creaming even more now. Her pussy was itching, yearning, screaming for a daddycock of its own. She wanted what Katie had.
"That's great, Katie! I'd love a pair like that. I need to, um, go, though. I have to talk to my daddy. See you later!" She didn't even give a chance to let the incestuous couple reply before she bolted away, aching with horniness and the overwhelming desire to have her daddy claim her.
Katie knew what her friend wanted and hoped they could graduate high school with big tummies. Seeing her friend with a face covered in cum, however, was a big turn-on to both her and her daddy, and soon she was bouncing on her daddy's dick, feeling loved and satisfied.
When Isabelle got out to the sidewalk, she heard her friend cry out words she ached to tell her father as soon as she got home: "Take me, own me, forever! I belong to my daddy!"
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Fertile Valley is known for its good weather, but just like anywhere else, it has its rainy days, and this is one of them. James came home to the two-story house he shared with his darling daughter-wife and would have heard the heavy rain he had just driven through if not for the loud music coming from the living room. He walked into his house with the confidence of a man who had conquered the world, surveying his domain with a straight back and his head held high; he had the posture of a Fertile Valley man. He may have only had one house and two cars, but it was like a kingdom, complete with his own princess and heir already on the way. The men in Fertile Valley knew the secret to happiness: trying hard to be a man who deserves the fantastic woman, a good woman who was faithful, obedient, and your personal slut.
James noticed two backpacks and pairs of shoes by the door, all soaking wet. Daisy must have a friend over, he thought, probably the next-door neighbor, Mckenzie. Each of their bags had the coveted "3H Club" patch on their bags, marks of membership to the most prestigious girls club at school, the "Three Holes Club." They had each become members before graduating two years ago, and like all 3H Girls, kept showing it off even after starting college. Membership in the 3H Club meant that one man in her family, usually her father, exclusively owned her body, used all her holes whenever he wanted without asking, and actively tried to breed her. All 3H members must also show school spirit, usually by being active in at least one other club and having a high minimum GPA. Girls who arrived at school with family seed running down their thighs tended to get some leeway on the GPA requirement. After all, it can be challenging for even the most academically-inclined girl to keep perfect grades once her father was fucking all of her holes at any time, day or night.
Girls with 3H Club membership proudly displayed that fact in many ways, with some girls putting the coveted "3H" logo on everything they could. 3H Girls strive to represent the ideal of how a girl should be. James was happy to hear his daughter got her membership soon after her 18th birthday, and it just added to the reasons that he couldn't help but show off his slut around town. He and his daughter-wife lived with fewer luxuries than they could afford, but he couldn't help but buy her the expensive but tasteful 3H locket she frequently wore when leaving the house. The locket contained a picture of them smiling together, a happy daughter sitting on the lap of her daddy, but if one looked closely, Daisy had some cum splashed across her face. In fact, each of the photos on display around their house is like any standard photo of a happy, incestuous couple at first glance, with the ownership marks becoming obvious after further inspection. Daisy loved her daddy's cum.
The music continued playing as James removed his shoes and hung up his jacket. He had gotten home early, around four o'clock, without informing his daughter of his plans. Usually, he came home at about five-thirty to the smell of her cuisine but decided that tonight he'd go home before she started cooking and surprise her with a night out. In the living room, he saw his daughter and her friend Mckenzie, two wet teens who had earlier been caught in the rain by surprise. Daisy and Mckenzie lived right next door to each other and shared (almost) everything. They had been friends throughout high school and were both now starting their second year of college, with Daisy working on her psychology degree and Mckenzie studying nutritional science.
Both girls barely passed the 5-foot mark when standing up straight, and both had long hair that ran past their shoulders, but they also had several differences. Mckenzie's dark red, wavy hair contrasted with her green eyes, and she was proud of her plump ass, which got abused and groped much more frequently by her father than her A-cup tits. Daisy's brown eyes and hair framed her angelic face, and while her ass was a sight as well, she loved to show off her C-cup cleavage. Mckenzie sat cross-legged on the long couch, a little too haphazardly, one might say, as her short plaid skirt did not cover her crotch. That was probably on purpose, however, as she loved showing off her embroidered panties with a message declaring who owned the holes they covered. Mckenzie was a tease that enjoyed antagonizing men by giving them peeks of what they can never have and then faithfully returning home to her father, a burly fellow named Angus, who would pound her asshole senseless out of jealousy as she described how the other men ogled her.
Daisy was James's perfect princess; her Korean features from her mother barely softened by the caucasian looks of her father. Daisy acted much more proper than her friend unless she had her daddy alone and in private when she couldn't keep away from the daddycock she loved so much. She never teased other men as her friend did. Daisy made sure that any men who might show interest in her knew Daddy had already taken her, so there were no mixed signals. She sat on the floor with her laptop on the coffee table, looking at a recipe she wanted to try for dinner tonight as she chatted with Mckenzie. Neither of the girls had seen James yet as he paused by the entryway and looked on in admiration at the love of his life.
Daisy's wet hair clung to her as she hadn't completely dried off after coming in from the rain. She looked gorgeous and was always trying new looks and styles for her daddy to enjoy, but she always made sure to wear a dress or skirt for him. James' heart filled with love as he looked at his daughter. He was sure he didn't deserve an angel like her and thanked God daily for every moment they had together. He was sure that if he told her right now how beautiful she was with her wet clothes, minimal makeup, and hair in disarray, she would rebuff him, claiming that she looked frumpy or messy or some other nonsense. She never seemed to believe him when he said she looked perfect and beautiful, whether she lounged around the house in a simple camisole and a ponytail or in high heels and a thousand-dollar dress. This daddy felt the greatest joy and admiration a man could feel every time he looked at his daughter-lover.
The two girls' personalities contrasted somewhat, with Daisy more reserved, preferring to limit most public displays of affection to hand-holding and kisses instead of the active public groping her friend did with her father. In fact, on one road trip, Mckenzie had slipped her pussy on her dad's cock as they rode in the back seat as James drove to the bed and breakfast with Daisy's head resting on his shoulder. The amorous couple in the backseat tried to make it look like an innocent case of a daughter sitting on her dad's lap, at some point pretending to be sleepy and turning around, straddling her dad and trying not to moan as the car bounced on the dirt road and her daddy's big hands massaged her small A-cup breasts. Daisy felt terrible for her daddy as she knew he loved road head, and his erection was practically crying out for it, but she was too shy to do anything with anyone else in the car, even when those other people were fucking their brains out and not paying attention. She made it up to him as she gave him wonderfully long, teasing, sloppy blowjobs twice a day for the entire week-long getaway. And like any good 3H-girl, her asshole and pussy were filled with paternal cum daily as well.
Daisy was determined to come out of her shell because she saw how hard her daddy got whenever they walked through the park and saw other incestuous couples go at it. He never said so, be she knew he wanted to show her off with his cock in her. Of course, Daisy sucked off her father in the car as they parked in the parking lot outside the mall, being sure they did not enter until she could walk around hand-in-hand with him, showing off the cum on her face. She also walked around the county fair with dried streaks of cum on her thighs (even if it itched a little) with a beaming smile as she clung to the man of her dreams and played carnival games and ate unhealthy food. Those were things that a good daughter does to show how much she loves her daddy and appreciates being owned by him. It was also how a father showed off his sexy cum dumpster slut. It was a perfect relationship.
Unlike most girls her age, however, Daisy had yet to suck off her father in a movie theater or fuck him in a dressing room, much less slip under the table when they went to a restaurant. Nevertheless, though, James was happy. Daisy was shy, but he knew he raised her right, and their love was pure. She loved him and worshiped his cock, and James returned that love in kind. He would be happy even if the only sexual contact with her were looking into her beautiful brown eyes as she took him down her throat and caressing her face with his hand as she mewled over his cock as he read her bedtime incest stories. Yes, he was addicted to all of her, including her tight asshole and squirting pussy. It was sublime to cause her to shudder and wail as her squirting pussy drenched his face and filled his mouth, and he savored her flavor as he lapped up and swallowed her juices, just as she did for him. But they weren't just father and daughter or inseparable sexual partners; they were soulmates. They did everything together; what mattered most to him was that she was his. He felt lucky to find his soulmate and made sure she knew it. Even if something happened and sex wasn't an option, his heart would ache without her nearby.
While Daisy was jealous of her friend's seeming lack of reservation of incestuous sex with an audience, Mckenzie was very jealous of her friend for one thing: being pregnant by her dad. It wasn't that Mckenzie didn't try to get pregnant. It was just that her dad especially loved fucking her in the ass. A lot. Sure, her dad used the rest of her body like any good dad should, but he hadn't been trying hard to impregnate his daughter, at least not like James. Sometimes Mckenzie just wanted to somehow tie each of her limbs to the posts of the bed she shared with her dad with a note over her pussy saying, "BREED ME," and that he'd dump load after load in her until they were sure she'd be pregnant for the next ten years.
Daisy and Mckenzie talked about their concerns before James came home, and Mckenzie was convinced that the obvious solution to her problem was just to come right out and demand her dad breed her, just like she imagined. She was also sticking around to help Daisy with her problem.
After a few minutes of James soaking in the beauty that was his offspring, Daisy finally looked up to see her daddy standing there, looking at her like a man who had just been told he had won the lottery but didn't quite believe it. She jumped up excitedly, saying, "Daddy! You're home early!"
Daisy ran over to James, and they kissed as James' hands groped her ass. She usually wasn't this frisky with people around, but today was different. Daisy's right hand drifted down to her daddy's crotch and squeezed it as she tilted her head slightly down while looking up at him with her cute face, her big doe eyes displaying an innocence that contrasted with the sluttiness of her actions. She then whispered in an entrancing voice, "Is this for me? I've been waiting for it all day."
James was immediately at full length, his cock straining against his slacks. Daisy traced the length of his meat with her fingers until a wet spot started to spread near the tip due to all of the precum she was making him produce, a damp spot mirrored in her panties.
"What brought this on?" James croaked out as Daisy pushed him back to his chair and sank to her knees.
Daisy started unbuckling his belt, "Silly Daddy, I'm eating for two now, and I need my afternoon snack."
"I mean, your friend..."
"She told me I've seen her daddy do a lot with her, and now I owe her. I agree." Daisy's delicate fingers unzipped his fly.
James had always wanted an audience, someone seeing the woman he loved more than anything take him into his mouth and even swallow his cum.
Daisy pulled down James' slacks, leaving boxers with a huge tent and a sticky wet spot. Daisy grabbed the sides and dragged them down with her face close enough that James could feel her breath on his cock as it popped out.
"Thank you, Daddy, this is what I wanted all day!" Daisy's tongue barely brushed the length of the cock she dreamt of, the cock that filled her holes at any time, day or night, even if she was sleeping. As she reached the top, she kissed the wellspring of precum and slowly backed away, a string of fluid connecting the tip of her daddy's cock to her lips. Her fingers pinched it off, and she licked it up greedily.
Daisy removed her top and bra, letting her beautiful C-cup breasts breathe. "Can you tell they're getting larger, Daddy? I'm going up a cup size. I'll need larger bras soon."
Daisy started rubbing her breasts up and down the thick shaft that gave her life and put new life inside her. "Look how your big cock fits between my tits, Daddy. It fits so snugly, just like everywhere else."
Mckenzie looked on, getting wet but reluctant to touch herself. Her daddy allowed her to tease others but made it clear that only he could see her uncovered intimate places unless his cock was inside her.
James had a hard time thinking clearly as the vision before him fawned over his throbbing member. "That's my girl," James said, "you know what Daddy needs.."
"What's that, Daddy?" Daisy said between small licks and kisses, holding the big strong cock still as she kept up her teasing onslaught.
James moved his right hand to her face and palmed her cheek as her eyes moved up to his, and he said, "...you."
With that, each of their hearts overflowed with love. Daisy looked over at her friend, who had slid one hand in her panties, and then looked back up at her man. She then opened her mouth wide, took the cock she worshiped daily into her mouth, and slid all the way down to the base. James held her head, caressing her and intertwining his fingers in his daughter's hair.
Daisy came back up for air. "See, Mckenzie? I told you."
Mckenzie had a glassy look in her eyes as she witnessed her friend taking daddycock down her throat, just like she said she could. It was impressive, though Mckenzie always believed Daisy when she said she could do it. She had just thought some taunts here, and there would help her friend become the exhibitionist cumslut she wanted to be.
James and Daisy were lost in each other as Daisy served the cock she would suck in the middle of the night as her daddy slept, the same cock that had woken her up on many occasions as it filled her teen pussy. James had a hard time speaking but was able to croak out phrases like, "That's my girl," "I love you so much, honey," and "That's right, it's all yours, only yours."
Daisy was in a trance-like state, a situation in which she found herself frequently after seeing, feeling, smelling, and tasting the cock that made her. She loved how her daddy used each of her holes, but she spent the most time worshipping his cock with her incredible oral skills. Daisy could spend hours cuddled up with daddycock on the bed or couch, darting her tongue and lips around the head and shaft as he caressed her. Other times, she knelt between his legs as he sat at a table or desk, doing work or playing games. This incestuous couple connected heart and soul, from mouth to cock, as they discussed almost anything as she fawned over her favorite property.
James could see Mckenzie out of the corner of his eye, but his beautiful daughter always looked even more radiant when fellating him that it was hard to look at anything else. Time and again, Daisy alternated her intensity, transitioning between small licks and impressive cock-swallowing, with slobbering and gagging noises filling the air as her face was fucked by daddycock.
"Love your cock, all mine, daddycock."
Lick, slurp.
"Mine, mmmm, love it."
"Made me, owns me."
SLUUUURP
"Tasty, yummy, mmmmmmm! Mine forever."
"So big, so hard, all mine."
"These balls put a baby inside me. They'll put in even more."
Lick, lick, slurp, kiss.
"Daddy's slut, daddy's property, made for each other..."
For the next forty-five minutes, Daisy displayed her mastery of edging her father close to climax and then backing off over and over again. It was clear that if these two lovers needed no food or sleep, they'd be perfectly content fucking and sucking each other forever as two halves of the same soul.
Daisy was a true cumslut, but a cumslut for one man and one cock, the cock that created her and now created life inside of her. Her pussy creamed just thinking about it. Her hands were used to hold the cock steady and move it only so that she could taste it and worship it from different angles. It was pure oral stimulation, with no hand movements, just like her daddy taught her. Occasionally Daisy would move one hand down and finger herself just enough to orgasm, having cum three times already during her oral assault.
To this couple, at this moment, all was right in the world.
Mckenzie has cum a few times watching this incredibly erotic and loving display. A mischievous thought crossed Mckenzie's mind as her friend sat between her father's legs, mewling and sighing over the big cock she was so proud to call her own. Perhaps she would tease her friend just for fun.
"Hey Daisy," Mckenzie spoke with a slanted grin with one hand in her panties, "mind if I try that?"
She didn't mean it, of course; after all, she was a 3H Girl, and fidelity was one of the core tenets of the club. Her words hit Daisy like lightning, though, and her content concentration vanished as she looked over at her friend with a stern look and fiery eyes before saying loudly and firmly, "NO! This cock is MINE!"
Daisy had just finished bringing her father down to a low point in the edging cycle. She decided the next time Daddy approached orgasm, the paternal penis would empty every drop inside her as evidence to her friend of how serious she was.
"NOBODY touches this cock but ME!" Daisy told her friend in a firm tone before gripping her father's thighs roughly and hammering her throat up and down, feeling paternal prick pound the back of her throat as she made a sloppy mess of her saliva and daddy's juices that coated her face. James felt a wave start to rise inside him once more as he viewed the sexy sight on his lap and heard the obscene sounds of a girl who literally hungered for his seed.
Daisy sprang up suddenly, leaving her soaked-through panties and skirt on the floor, breaking contact with her daddy's prick for the first time in almost an hour. She quickly remedied that situation by sheathing it in her tight pussy and sinking down on it as she faced her friend.
Daisy bounced up and down on Daddy's dick, with a serious look still covering her face. James groped the ass as she found her rhythm, straining to keep her composure as the pleasure of mating with the cock she came from almost two decades ago rubbed along her walls.
"I'm the ONLY one who gets this cock! I'm the one daddy breeds!"
Daisy put her right hand on her tummy and tweaked her left nipple. She continued to bounce up and down. The fact that she'd soon be feeding both her sibling and daddy with her swelling breasts entered her mind, and she tightened around her father's shaft.
"Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine..." Daisy chanted as she bounced up and down, her eyes losing focus as her friend frigged herself furiously.
James gave his love a small squeeze and almost told her he was about to cum when Daisy suddenly switched positions once more, sliding the paternal prick out of her tight twat and into her plump ass and almost causing her father's eyes to bulge out of his head.
"This ass gets his cock too! Only my ass! Only his cock! My holes, his cock! Mine, mine, mine!"
James held onto his daughter's delicious ass with one hand, helping her bounce up and down at a comfortable pace, and his other hand reached around to finger his daughter and rub her clit.
"MIIIIIINEEE!"
Daisy's eyes rolled back in her head as she came hard from her ass stuffed so well as James exploded directly into his little girl's asshole with the biggest load he'd had in weeks. Her pussy erupted with a huge blast, squirting so hard and so much that she practically drenched the floor.
Daisy leaned back against her father, shuddering as her eyes fluttered. Her mind settled into a feeling of contentment as her daddy held her with his strong arms. A stream of white cum ran out of the re-claimed rectum as his cock slid out of her ass.
James held his daughter close as they nuzzled and kissed, whispering their love to each other, forgetting their audience until Mckenzie said, "Wow, that was hot. Thanks for the show!"
"Thanks for the help," Daisy squeaked out.
The girls laughed as James added, "Stop by anytime for another show."
At that moment, Mckenzie heard the engine of her dad's truck as it parked in the driveway next door. "I think my dad just got home, and I have to run. I have something to tell him."
Mckenzie composed herself and ran out the door, her hands shining with her juices as she jumped into her father's arms. She whispered something into his ear, and then he stormed inside his house with a look of determination.
A thought popped into James' head as his stomach started to rumble. "I almost forgot, honey, I was going to take you out tonight to a dinner and a movie. I was thinking Alfredo's."
"Sounds great, daddy, let's get showered and ready. Oh wait, isn't that the place with the tablecloths that go all the way to the floor?" Daisy was sharp as a tack.
James grinned. "Yep."
"Naughty daddy."
Daisy smiled as she turned her head to kiss him.
"I can't wait."
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