Brigid sat on the edge of her bed, fidgeting nervously. A quick glance at her alarm clock showed that only 10 minutes had passed, yet she felt as if she had been there for an eternity. This wasn't the first time she'd been in trouble, everyone got into some mischief growing up. But this wasn't like the time she dinged the car or got caught breaking curfew. The suspension would be bad enough, but having her father find out why? She felt as if she could just die from embarrassment. Brigid idly twirled a lock of reddish-brown hair around her finger, wondering just how her father would react. Would he be furious? Disappointed? No matter what, she just couldn't help but fear the worst. All of the sudden, she heard the knob turn, causing her heart to skip a beat. Whatever his reaction would be, she was about to find out.
"Brigid?" came Owen's voice from the other side. There was no hint of anger in his voice. As a matter of fact, Brigid couldn't hear any strong emotions in it at all. While he had turned the knob, he hadn't opened the door just yet. Polite to the last. "May I come in sweetie?"
"Y-yes daddy." she didn't feel she had much of a choice. One way or another they were going to have to discuss it. Right on cue, he pushed the door open and slowly walked in. Owen Leigh wasn't the sort of man you expected to be a curator; He was a tall man of about 6'5", with a large well-toned musculature one would expect to see on a male model or an MMA fighter. His burgundy red hair was long and flowing, with an equally red beard neatly tied in a braid. The only feature that remotely fit the part were the reading glasses adorning his face, magnifying his emerald green eyes. One could mistake him for a metal singer or some kind of barbarian out of time. His appearance belayed the nurturing gentleman that had raised her single handedly almost her entire life.
"I suppose you know why I'm here." He continued.
"Yes..."
"So, what happened?" Brigid was a little surprised by this question.
"Y-you read the note, you know what happened!" she exclaimed as she turned away.
"I read the note, but that only tells me what the teachers think." He replied calmly. "I want to hear what happened from you."
"Well... it was like this..." she struggled to get the words out of her mouth. "It was during lunch. I was hanging out with Oscar Jones, y'know from the wrestling team?"
"Oh yes." Owen nodded in acknowledgement.
"Well, I was helping him with his History homework, and we finished pretty early. So, we went around to the old gym where he um... he offered me a joint. I...I tried it out and I ended up feeling pretty funny. Suddenly we started kissing, one thing led to another and before we knew it we were um... We were..." she swallowed hard. "having sex." She whispered. "Someone must have uh... must have heard me- heard something. The teachers came in, started shouting and. Well... you know."
As she finished her story, Brigid turned away from her father, turning a bright crimson shade in embarrassment as she prepared for his reaction. She expected loud rage or quiet disappointment, but never would she expect to hear her father let loose a quiet chuckle. It took her a good moment to regain her composure enough to ask a question. "W-what? What's so funny?"
"Oh, it's just..." his chuckling escalated into full on laughter. "You're just so like your mother I forgot for a moment you weren't her."
"Ah-bwha-wh- "Brigid's grasp of the English language was momentarily overridden by her bewilderment.
"Oh sorry, I guess I should explain." Owen's laughter subsided. "Surely you noticed our age difference is only about 18 years. Your mother and I were your age when you were... well, you know."
"W-well... yes I figured that out." She replied sheepishly. "But I thought that well, you know... you were dating in high school."
"Partially true..." Owen continued, reminiscing fondly. "We were a couple romantically, but that was only the half of it. Back then your mother had quite the..." he struggled to find a delicate way to put this to his daughter "voracious appetite. As a matter of fact, she was- "he stopped himself short.
"She was what?" For some reason, Brigid's embarrassment had faded with these revelations. Perhaps she could pick up on the underlying cause her father was implying.
"She was..." he sighed. There was no avoiding it. "She was diagnosed as a breeder." Brigid visibly recoiled in shock.
"A-a breeder?!" she exclaimed in surprise. She'd only heard about them before, some strange mutation that sprung up in the human population without any explanation about 20 years ago. Those who carried it were marked with (among other things) a massively increased libido, enormously sized sexual characteristics (penis and testicles for men, breasts hips and rear for women), a great increase in fertility and a shortened gestation period. "Mom?!"
"Yes, I'm afraid so." Owen chuckled softly. "I suppose I might as well tell you, both of us were." Brigid was struck speechless for a few moments.
"But...but that means..." she broke the silence as she came to a startling realization.
"Yes." Owen looked away sheepishly. "It's a hereditary trait, that makes you one too." Again, Brigid found herself unable to speak. It was a shock to her system to be sure, her mind raced rapidly as she tried to process it. A breeder? It seemed unreal, the mutation may have increased exponentially worldwide, but it was still incredibly rare. Yet, so much of it made sense; now that she'd reached 18 it was clear that she had...developed more than the other girls. Although she hadn't grown exceptionally tall, only about 5'1", the rest of her certainly had. Her massive breasts were usually the first thing anyone noticed about her, each one was about the size of a basketball, yet still perfectly round and firm in what seemed to be an open defiance of the laws of gravity. Though her waist remained quite slender, her wide hips jutted outward past the span of her shoulders, with an equally expansive derriere supported by strong thighs. Even her lips were full and plump, seemingly naturally inclined to a pouty expression. And as much as she was afraid to admit it, her sexual appetite was incredibly strong. Brigid found herself pleasuring herself several times a day and still wanting more, already she had worn out 3 boyfriends before graduation (her last one had even called her "his succubus") and probably would have drained Oscar dry if she hadn't been interrupted. "I'm sorry blossom." Her father's apology snapped her out of her introspection. He must have been remorseful, he rarely called her that anymore. "I didn't know how to tell you. I mean, you never had a chance to remember her and... and I didn't want to ruin how you saw your mother. I figured eventually I'd get to it but..." His voice was growing increasingly flustered
"Dad!" she exclaimed, placing her hand on his shoulder. "It's alright!" she soothed. "I know you did what you had to do. I'm just...I'm just relieved you're not mad."
"Mad? No! No of course not!" Owen replied. "Why would I be?"
"Well..." Brigid began to giggle a little, laughing at how absurd this situation had become. "Most dads would be if they heard their daughter got caught having sex."
"Oh!" Owen began to join in on it. "Not at all! You're all grown up now and just following your natural urges. If anything, I'm proud you've grown into such a lovely young woman!" Brigid blushed brightly at that statement.
"D-Dad!" she exclaimed in embarrassment.
"I mean it." Owen soothed. "You're beautiful sweetie. You look just like your mother when she was your age. Your hair's the same, your eyes are the same, your- "he stopped himself. "Well, you get the idea."
Brigid blushed an even deeper red, turning her head away from her father. Something seemed different now that she knew the truth of her condition. Her father had always been a kind sweet man, the best dad he could possibly be. Of course she loved him like a daughter should, and yet... something about him was drawing her closer. She gently and subtly shuffled closer to him on the bed, until her wide hips finally met with his. Brigid took a deep breath and turned her gaze upwards to Owen. "Daddy..." she whispered softly "You um...said you were a breeder too didn't you?"
"Yes. Yes I did." He replied sheepishly. Brigid looked him up and down. Somehow, despite seeing him all the time, it felt as if this was the first time she was truly seeing him. Tall, rugged, muscular... she had to admit, her dad was the sort of man she liked.
"I um...I read about Breeder men." She continued, leaning into him. "They say that you have the same symptoms that we do."
"That's true." Owen admitted. Brigid's gaze now found itself drifting southward. Could he really be...?
"S-since I'm a Breeder too..." she whispered, leaning close until her head rested on his shoulder. "W-would you want me if I weren't your daughter?" Brigid's heart raced rapidly. What was she doing? Regardless of her heightened urges, he was still her father! Every part of her brain was telling her to stop, to play it off like a joke and break away from him. But her body just wouldn't listen no matter how much she tried. Brigid wasn't even sure if she wanted to stop. A long moment of silence hung over the room; Brigid was nearly paralyzed with fear for either answer.
"Of course I would." Owen muttered, turning a bright scarlet himself as he looked into her eyes.
"Then..." Brigid leaned upwards, bringing her face close to her father's. "Just for tonight; Could you pretend that I'm not?...Owen?" With that, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Timidly and softly at first, Brigid moved her lips against Owen's, kissing him over and over. When she felt him returning the kiss, and his hand on the back of her head, she began to grow bolder and more passionate. Before too long, both their lips had parted and their tongues entwined in a passionate dance.
Eventually, Brigid parted for air, planting one last kiss on Owen as she did. Without a word, broke from his embrace, stood up and began to undress herself. First to go was her shirt, unceremoniously pulled over her head and tossed aside. She smiled naughtily at Owen, growing increasingly bold. She spun around, moving her hips back and forth sensually. Unbuttoning her jeans, she bent over as she pulled them down, displaying her enormous booty like an animal waiting to be mounted. Brigid gave a quick shake before standing upright and turning back around. "Do you like what you see?" she purred.
"I do yes but..." Owen teased with a smirk.
"But...?" Brigid queried, pursing her lips into a noticeable pout.
"I think you're a little overdressed." He teased with a soft chuckle.
"You're right..." Brigid giggled. With that, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Once the straps were undone, she slid it down her shoulders and arms, before letting it fall to the ground. If her tits were amazing to behold when covered up, they were nothing short of spectacular uncovered. Big and round, they hung highly on her chest, with nary a mark to be seen. Perfectly pink nipples, surrounded by dollar coin sized matching areola, stood proudly in the chilly air. Wiggling her hips, she slid her panties down, revealing the perfectly smooth cleft of her pussy, sprinkled lightly with a fine mist of arousal. With a deep breath, she placed her hands on her hips, displaying her body proudly to her father. Another long moment of silence passed over the room. Owen's smirk then curled upward into a full-on smile.
"You're beautiful." With that, he leaned forward, placing his hands on Brigid's hips. He then lifted her up and gently threw her down onto the bed. Brigid squealed and giggled in delight and parted her legs almost entirely by instinct, her inhibitions completely gone. Wasting no time, Owen leaned his head in between her legs and dove straight in. He voraciously lapped and licked all around the mound, working his way closer and closer to the center every second. Soon, he reached his goal, and gently ran his tongue up and down her sensitive labia. Every now and then, he flicked his tongue back and forth on her engorged clit rapidly, sometimes tracing shapes. Brigid gasped loudly, in simultaneous surprise and pleasure. All her previous lovers had to be coerced into eating her out, they were always too eager to get straight to their own action. Yet, here her father was, not only doing it without asking but doing it amazingly. As if he was waiting for her cue, Owen then slid his tongue inside of her hot, wet pussy. He gently slid it back and forth, twirling around to rub at all her sensitive areas. Brigid's breathing grew more ragged and labored as her pleasure continued to escalate. Her pussy pulsed and quivered around Owen's tongue as it moved closer to orgasm. Somehow, Owen seemed to sense her pleasure spiking and increased his pace. Brigid's gasped and moaned squeezing her legs around Owen's head. Suddenly, she felt a tremendous rush starting from her core and spreading all throughout her body. She knew what was happening, and it was going to be a big one.
"D-Owen!! I'm...cumming!!" she squealed as the orgasm hit her like a freight train. Jolts of pleasure surged through her body, causing her to quiver in convulsions. Her voice rang loudly through the air, and her pussy released a steady spray of juices that splattered her father's face. Owen did not let up his assault, and continued to pleasure Brigid as she rode the high of her climax. Eventually, the sensations began to die down, and Brigid's voice fluttered back down to normal. She breathed heavily for a few moments, before finally opening her eyes and looking down between her thighs at her father's smiling face. "Oh...oh wow..." she gasped "That was incredible...
"She uncrossed her legs, releasing Owen from her clutches. "I've never met a boy that could eat pussy like that!"
"Years of practice sweetie." Owen laughed, leaning upwards to sit up on the bed.
"That's the difference between a boy and a man."
"Still..." Brigid purred, spinning around onto all fours and crawling towards Owen. "I think a man with that kind of skill deserves a reward..." she then crawled between his knees and begun to undo his pants. As she slowly pulled them down, her eyes drifted southward, and then began to grow as wide as saucers at what she saw. "Holy..."
What she saw between her dad's legs was unlike anything she'd ever imagined, let alone encountered. His cock hung low, going way past the length of her forearm and just about as thick. He was uncut, with the foreskin stretched very tightly around it, not quite enough to cover the head. Large pronounced veins ran all along it, pulsing every so often to supply the beast with blood. A horse would have gotten penis envy looking at him. Beneath the shaft hung a pair of enormous testicles, each one about the size of ripe tangerines, with not a hair to be seen on the sac. Brigid barely had enough time to process what she was seeing before her before a sudden realization dawned on her: He wasn't even fully hard. "How..." she gulped "How big?"
"Why don't you find out?" teased Owen with a smirk. Brigid looked back up, turning her expression into a nervous smile of her own. She always did like them big, but she'd never seen anything this large before, even in porn. That nagging voice in the back of her head was back, telling her it was too big, that she wouldn't be able to take it without being ripped in half. Without a second thought she leaned down and began to suck him off. Maybe she couldn't take it, but she was going to try.
Brigid kissed her way downward from the tip to the root. Once she reached the base, she moved downward slightly and gave two quick pecks on his massive orbs. Then she made her way back up to the tip. All the while she felt Owen's cock pulse with blood as it began to swell up to life. Right as she made it back, Brigid felt that she had nearly gotten him to full mast. With that, she opened her mouth as wide as she possibly could, and engulfed the apple sized head within. Brigid felt her jaw ache like crazy as she stuffed her mouth full of cock. Still, she was able to keep her teeth away from the shaft if only barely. She pushed down, feeling the massive girth stretching her throat to its very capacity. All the while, she slathered everything she could with her tongue in a desperate attempt to lubricate it. Her gag reflex cried out in pain, only to quickly be silenced when she pushed down even further. Opening her eyes for a moment, Brigid stared down to see that she had only managed about two-thirds. Taking as deep a breath as she could, she pushed herself down as hard as she could, forcing the last third down her throat. She let out what would have been a triumphant squeal if her mouth and throat weren't completely filled with cock. After holding it there as long as she could, she pulled off, finding it difficult now that Owen had swollen to full size. Her throat surged with the pain of being stretched so wide. Once only the head was in her mouth, Brigid felt a sudden spurt from the tip. It was at least twice the volume of any boy she'd been with's load, and yet so thick and creamy. Her taste buds were bathed in a rich salty flavor that sent shivers down her spine, and she happily gulped it all down. When she had taken it all she pulled off, leaving her mouth open and her tongue out to show off that she'd swallowed.
"Mm..." she purred "That was delicious... I can't believe I made you cum so quickly!"
"Cum?!" Owen laughed loudly. "What do you take me for sweetie? That was pre-cum! My actual load is far larger than that." Brigid stared wide-eyed at Owen for a moment, then to his cock for conformation. It had not wilted in the slightest. Indeed, it was harder than she even thought was possible.
"How big...?" she repeated in a soft whisper. Without even waiting for an answer, she opened the drawer to her nightstand and fumbled through it. She soon produced a measuring tape she kept in it for her more sizable encounters. Brigid unraveled it and stretched across the length of her father's fearsome phallus. 10 inches...11...12... it just seemed to go on forever. Finally, it reached the end, her eyes once again growing wide with surprise at the result. "19 inches?!" she exclaimed.
"That's right." Owen said with a proud smirk. Brigid already had begun measuring the girth, showing signs of simultaneous excitement and arousal.
"4 inches wide!" she continued in a surprised tone. Brigid felt her pussy quickly grow wetter with an audible squelch of arousal. Even staring it right in the face, she could hardly believe it was real. Who knew her dream cock was so close to home all this time? "Do you um..." she bit her lip nervously. "Do you have a rubber?"
"No..." Owen admitted sheepishly. "I ah... haven't needed any in a long time. Don't you?"
"Not in your size..." Brigid shook her head. Her teeth sunk deeper into her lip as she weighed her options. She wasn't on the pill, and Breeders were notoriously fertile. Still... she had to have that monster inside her. Brigid then rolled over onto her back and opened up her legs. "Da-Owen..." she whispered "Make sure you pull out... okay?"
"I promise." Owen reassured her, climbing towards her. Taking his cock in one hand, he gently rubbed it back and forth across her mound, smearing her leaking juices and his precum around and drawing a soft moan from Brigid. Carefully, he drew the shaft downwards and aimed at her moist opening. He paused for a moment to look into her eyes one last time before they became one. "This is the last chance to back out sweetie... we don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Brigid looked down between her legs for a moment, then up at him. She then took a deep breath and answered.
"I do want this... I know it's wrong to want my father this way, but I can't help it. I want this more than I've ever wanted anything before in my life. It just...it just feels right. "she whispered, her emerald eyes starting to shimmer with a little water. "Please...please take me Owen." His expression shifted to a warm smile, perhaps the last he would ever give as just her father.
"As you wish. Oh, and Brigid?" He said as he began to push inside. "You may call me 'Daddy' if you like."
"Oh my god Daddy!" Brigid gasped as she felt the monster begin to enter her. Nothing she had ever taken before could have possibly prepared her for the sheer stretch she was now experiencing. It hurt, but yet every single nerve in her pussy was exploding with delight in a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure. Brigid's tight pussy clamped down hard, as if trying to push out the invader, yet still Owen pushed forward undaunted, groaning softly in pleasure as he did so. His daughter tried desperately to maintain her composure, occasionally letting forth little gasps and coos of delight. Just when it seemed that Owen could reach no further, he slid back, allowing his copious pre and her liberally flowing juices to lubricate his shaft further before sinking it back in deeper than before. 6 inches deep, then 7, then 8. Each time a little bit faster and more vigorously.
As soon as he reached the 11th inch mark, the deepest she had ever taken, her composure fell apart in an explosive way. Brigid clung desperately to her father as she felt another rush bursting out of her core. One that made her previous orgasm seem minor by comparison. I'm...cumming!" she barely managed to gasp between breaths. As soon as the words left her lips it struck her hard and fast. Her eyelids fluttered and her voice warbled in sheer euphoria. She spasmed and squirmed hard, riding the shockwaves as far as she could. Eventually, she felt the sensations ebb away. Opening her eyes, Brigid looked up at her father with a lazy smile. A quick glance downward revealed that he had not moved any further inside while she had been cumming. She could only manage three words in her current state, but it was all that needed to be said; "Fuck me daddy!"
Owen thrusted back and forth into his daughter's tight wet pussy, drawing out loud squelching noises on every thrust. Brigid's legs were spread as wide as she could possibly take them. Every so often, Brigid's body would begin convulsing again and her voice echoed loudly through the room in a joyful scream as she came again. It couldn't have been more than much more than 20 minutes, yet her father had already lasted longer than any boy she'd known and had given her more orgasms than all of them put together. When he was deep enough to finally be face to face with her, she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him passionately. This wasn't the sweet, passionate one they had before as lovers, but the primal and aggressive snogging of two animals in heat. Their lips mashed together and their tongues grappled while they ground against each other. The added stimulation loosening Brigid just enough for Owen to sink in another inch or two. Brigid felt her toes curl up as yet another orgasm struck her, her sounds muffled by their kiss. Eventually she pulled off, gasping madly for air through her latest earth-shattering climax. As she came back down to earth she suddenly felt a bump deep inside her, halting Owen's thrusts dead in their tracks.
"You-you're touching my cervix!" she gasped in surprise. "No one's ever done that before..." Once again, she looked down, shocked to discover that he still had a few more inches to go.
"Aye... I am." Owen stated, holding his daughter's face in his hands gently. "But that's not the end of it... do you know what I mean?" he chuckled. Brigid gasped again as she figured out what he was alluding to.
"You mean you're going to..." she gulped hard and audibly. "Going to go inside my womb?
"Yes sweetie. And I have to warn you:" Owen's restraint was fading fast, his inner breeding bull nature coming to the front. "It will be like nothing you've ever experienced." With that, he drew back, nearly pulling himself out all the way, only to slam his hips forward hard and fast, building up a rapid pace of long deep strokes.
"Oooohhh fuck!" Brigid yelped as she once again felt the jolts of lightning surging through her. Again and again he thrusted forward to deep kiss her tender cervix. Each time he reached it again, she felt a little more give. With what little brainpower she could still muster, she wondered just how much more intense it could possibly be, just how good would it feel when he finally did take her womb? She didn't have to wonder for long, for after just a few minutes she felt a strange fluttering deep inside as she finally opened up for him. Wasting no opportunity, Owen quickly pressed forward. The tight ring of her cervix clung to his tip snugly yet no longer held him back. All at once, Brigid felt the tip of his cock finally touch the back of her, bathing her womb in his pre, and his massive balls resting against her ass. She had done it; she had taken the whole thing. She barely had time to process it before he began to move once again.
"OH MY FUCKING GAWWWD!! FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY!!" Brigid's voice was growing hoarse from the endless screams and obscenities erupting from her. Orgasms were just coming one after the other so hard and fast she could no longer tell when one ended and the next began. Her pussy was now squirting and spraying while it quivered around the enormous shaft. "DON'T STOP DON'T STOP DON'T STAAAHHH!!" she screamed, her legs hanging limply at Owen's side with her toes curled. Time lost all meaning, she had no idea how long they had been fucking, nor did she really care. Owen's teeth were clenched tightly in a snarl, he felt the familiar tension boiling up in his balls. It wouldn't be much longer before he finally came. Finally, he could no longer take it and pulled out of Brigid as fast as he could. Her pussy clung to him as long as it could as if it didn't want him to leave, before he finally broke free with an audible *POP*. Brigid let loose a soft whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness before leaning up with what strength she had left to see what was happening.
"I'm gonna cum sweetie!" grunted Owen, his hands moving up and down his beefy member rapidly. "Where do you want it?" Mustering up as much strength as she could, Brigid leaned forward to once again engulf the fist-sized head in her mouth. Right as it cleared her lips Owen roared loudly "Here it COMES!!" just as he finished saying it his cock erupted like a volcano. His load was immense, each shot at least the size of what a normal guy could make in a week, and thick as paste. Brigid's cheeks bulged out rapidly, bathing her taste buds in rich savory flavor. She quickly swallowed down as much as she could, barely managing to clear her mouth before another shot filled it up. *GULP* *GULP* *GULP*, her throat bulged with the sheer volume of potent breeder spunk, her eyes rolled back in delight as she chugged. Finally, the last shot of cum dribbled out of Owen's cock, and he let out a relieved exhale.
Brigid gently pulled off, sealing her lips to ensure his last load didn't escape. Closing her eyes, she swirled his load around in his mouth for a few moments, savoring the taste as long as she could. She then tilted her head back, and loudly swallowed the thick load. It took her 3 tries but soon her mouth was clear. Again she opened wide and let her tongue hang out, showing that she didn't waste a single drop. Her throat and stomach both ached with overfullness, and yet she had never felt happier. "Oh daddy..." she purred. "That was delicious!" she managed to say before slumping down onto the bed.
"Glad you think so sweetie." He chuckled warmly, climbing in to hold her close while they savored the afterglow. A long moment of silence passed as the two of them just relished in each other's company.
"Daddy?" Brigid broke the silence. "I know I said just for tonight, but..." she turned away shyly. "But...that was just so amazing, I've never had sex like that before. I want- "she paused, unsure of how to tell him. "I want to do it again. Not just tonight, but... but many more times." She then felt his hand gently cradle her face, and turn it to look him in the eye.
"Sweetie... we can have sex as many times as you like." Owen soothed, planting a kiss on her forehead the way he always did when he wanted to cheer her up. "If you want it every day, then we will." Brigid's eyes welled up with tears of joy.
"I love you Daddy." She whispered, leaning upward to kiss him. One last time they kissed sweetly and tenderly, back to the kiss of lovers. They kissed for many minutes, until Brigid pulled off, biting her plump lower lip in nervousness. "Um... my suspension lasts until next Tuesday."
"I know. I read it earlier remember?"
"Oh! Yes, of course!" she giggled. "Is there..." she whined, looking at him with a pout and those doe eyes she always flashed when she wanted something. "Is there any chance you could take the week off?" Owen didn't say anything, before opening up with a warm smile.
"Of course sweetie." He soothed, planting a tender kiss on her lips. As they broke off, Brigid looked down and noticed that despite the explosive cumshot, he had not wilted in the slightest.
"I guess this means we can stay up late tonight." She purred, reaching down and gripping his cock.