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Story Codes: Male/Female, Female Masturbation, Female/Males, Mind Control, Incest, Oral Sex, Creampie, Anal Sex, Virgin, Watersports, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Interracial, Hot Wife, MILF, SciFi

Comments are very welcome. I would like all criticism, positive and negative, so long as it’s constructive, and feedback is very appreciated.

Note: This is a commissioned story. I don’t have much say over the events. The client also likes watersports.

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Click here for Chapter 4.

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Kurt Martin

People all smiled at me as I walked down the street. They all wanted to make me happy.

It made no fucking sense. The world changed, and somehow I became the center of it all. It resolved around me. Everything had changed. They all moved around almost like drones. They worked together. No one got mad at each other.

Traffic flowed neatly through the streets. Everyone stopped at the lights or other traffic controls. No one sped. No horns honked in anger. Cut anyone off. Same with the pedestrian traffic. People went about their lives with such efficiency.

The homeless were gone. The tent city near my apartment had vanished. The garbage that used to litter the alleys had vanished. The fact that two strange women fucked me in the employee lounge of a supermarket, arranged by the manager so I could have privacy, was amazing.

Were there no limits to what I could do?

It wasn’t telepathy. Just this eagerness to make me happy.

I shifted the grocery bags I was carrying. They were getting heavy. A man was striding up to me. He wore a big smile and greeted me. Something inane as he slid to the side to get out of my way. This was all so weird.

“You want to make me happy?” I asked him. He was about my age. Late thirties, early forties.

“Of course,” he said. “Is there something you need, sir?”

Sir… so polite.

“Yeah, can you carry my bags?” I said, thrusting them at me. “That would make me happy.”

“Absolutely!” He took them, still beaming at me. “It’s my pleasure to bring you joy, sir. Whatever you need.”

I nodded absently. “Why do you want to make me happy?”

“The Greater Good is served through unity,” he said. “Unity ensures harmony, which ensures happiness. So for the Greater Good to be achieved, almost be happy. Are you happy right now?”

There was something almost desperate in his voice as he asked me that.

“I am,” I said. “Very happy.”

“That’s wonderful,” he said as he walked. He shifted the bags from hand to hand. The weight must be biting into his hands.

“Is that too heavy for you?” I asked.

“No, no,” he said. “I can handle it with ease, sir.” He smiled at me. “Don’t you worry. If I needed help with my burden, someone would help me.”

Another man was approaching us. He also smiled at me. “You,” I said, “take one of the bags. That would make me happy.”

“Of course!” the man said and rushed up, taking a bag and falling into step with the other one. “Thank you for picking me, sir! I can feel the unity.”

Both men nodded together. In fact, other people on the street were also nodding like they felt how happy I was. That was insane. I glanced around the street, spotting some women. I could have them fuck me right here on the street, but…

So many people would be watching.

“Why is unity so important?” I asked. “I mean, what changed. Everyone acts so differently.”

“By different, you mean harmonious, sir?” the first man asked.

“That we are all happy by being united?” the second one asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Everyone’s so friendly. The world’s so ordered.”

“Isn’t it wonderful?” both said together.

“We are in harmony,” a woman said as she walked past me, pushing a stroller. “Everyone is happy.”

I stared back at her. How did she know how to answer it? This was so creepy.

“Yeah, but before, you wouldn’t have carried my bags, right?” I asked. “I’m just a stranger.”

“You’re him,” said the first man.

Him? “What does that mean?”

“That we have to make you happy since you lack unity,” said the second. “Don’t you want to be happy?”

“Yeah,” I said. “A lot. I really want to be happy.” We were approaching my building. “But don’t you want to be happy? I mean, you’re carrying my bags.”

“That makes me very happy,” they both said together with the same intonation.

I shivered at their words. It was so robotic. So absent of any sense of self. It made my skin crawl. There was something so very, very wrong about it. I glanced back at them, but they were both looking so happy.

“You truly are happy?” I asked.

“Through Unity is Harmony. Through Harmony is Happiness.” They both spoke together. “We are United, Harmonious, and Happy. So is the entire world.”

“The entire world?” I asked as we reached my apartment complex. My landlord—a fucking asshole slumlord before—opened the door for me. “That’s insane. How did that happen?”

“Unity,” they both said as we headed to the elevator.

Another person was standing by the elevator with their arm in it to keep the door open. He smiled at me as I approached. I reached it, and the two men went to join me. I didn’t want that. They were so weird. I just held out my hands.

“I got it from here,” I said. “That would make me happy to go up alone.”

“Of course,” the two men said together. They thrust out their hands. One had a wedding ring. I had an impulse to say something, but I held back. This was all so strange. What did it mean that everyone wanted to make me happy?

The tenant holding the door open pulled his arm away. The door whisked closed. I hit my floor. I was glad the elevator worked. I was eager to get back to my apartment and watch some of that incestuous porn the phone mentioned.

My cock was hard as my phone beeped. It was a notification from PornHub that two more incestuous films, both father-daughter films, had just been added. How exciting. The elevator reached my floor.

I walked down it, and the door to my apartment opened. A naked Liz Salazar was there. The landlord’s nubile daughter. Once a brat, she had been my live-in bang-maid, I supposed. She cooked for me and did whatever I wanted.

She was ready with a beer for me, her eighteen-year-old tits on display. She was a nubile Hispanic slut with large tits. She was short but curvy, with a spicy look in her eyes. I took the beer, and she took the bags with a smile.

“Welcome home, Sir,” she purred as she rushed to the kitchen to put away the materials. “Thank you for going shopping, Sir. I hope you enjoyed Aurora and Chantelle.”

I paused. “You know about that?”

She smiled. “We are united. Of course I know. They were so happy to serve you, just like we all are.”

“Damn,” I muttered as I sipped at my beer. I headed to the TV and sat on my recliner. I turned on the TV and went to PornHub.

There was a list of the new Incest Movies. “Daddy Help Me Pop My Cherry,” caught my attention out of them all, though it was hot that these existed.

“That’s why there is incest porn?” I asked. “Because everyone wants to make me happy.”

“Of course,” said Liz as she came back into the living room. Her large breasts swayed. “That’s the sort of porn you want to watch.”

“Yeah,” I said and turned on the video.

There was a man sipping his coffee. He had the paper before him. I frowned at the headline, “World Peace Has Arrived. The End of War.” I was so interested in reading the text. I could make out that there was a conference of world leaders to…

Dissolve all governments.

“Daddy!” a girl squealed.

The father lowered his paper. He was a tall man with brown hair and glasses. His daughter had long, sandy-blonde hair that flowed past her. She was in a nightie. It appeared to be breakfast. She was a cute thing.

“Good morning, Charlotte,” her father said as she hopped into his lap and planted a chaste kiss on his cheek. It was a good production. Multiple camera angles. It made me so hard. They were going to fuck, yet it looked so wholesome.

This was all because of me.

“Damn,” I groaned as I pulled out my cock.

“Would you be happy if I suckled on your dick?” Liz asked. “Or would you like to masturbate while you watch?”

“You can suck my cock,” I said, the daughter still bouncing on her father’s lap.

Liz knelt before me and gripped my cock. I just let her lean over and engulf my cock. She suckled on me. Not with much passion. No, no, she was letting me enjoy the sight on the screen. This wasn’t about making me cum right away.

She understood I wanted to watch and enjoy this video.

“Daddy,” the cutie purred. Her sandy-blonde hair flowed down her back. “There’s something I was wondering if you could help me with.”

“Oh?” her father asked.

She climbed off his lap and ripped off her nightie.

“Charlotte!” he gasped in shock as his daughter stood there naked. “What are you doing?”

“Well, Mommy said that you were the only one who could help me with this problem,” Charlotte said.

“Your mother!” he gasped in a strangled groan. “Why would she tell you to get naked?”

My ex-wife would never do that for me. She had divorced me to fuck my Black boss. She took our girls. Turned them against me. My cock lurched in Liz’s mouth. She suckled softly on me, pleasure spilling down my shaft.

“Because I need help with my cherry,” said Charlotte. The cameraman got a closeup on her pussy. She was shaved, her eighteen-year-old slid tight. She had small breasts. A petite thing. I groaned at how fresh and young she looked. “See. I’m eighteen, and I still have a hymen. The other girls at school don’t have one.”

Her father was trying not to look, but he kept glancing. Then there was a shot of a woman in a bathrobe—obliviously the mother with her blonde hair and curvy figure—watching from the doorway. That had my cock throbbing hard in Liz’s mouth.

“She said you could pop my cherry,” said Charlotte as she hopped onto the table before her father. “Would you do that for me, Daddy? Pretty please.”

“Your mother?” the father said, his voice so tight. “Why would she say that? Do you know how a man pops a girl’s cherry?”

Charlotte shook her head.

“It’s not something a father should do for his daughter,” he said as he stared at his little girl’s pussy before him.

“Fuck, this is hot,” I groaned, savoring Liz’s mouth sliding up and down my dick.

She squealed around my cock and suckled harder. I groaned, the pleasure shooting to the tip of my dick as I watched the incestuous porn produced for me. It was so wild that this much effort would be put into making just me happy.

“How do you do it?” she asked. “I really, really want to have you pop my cherry, Daddy! Mommy said you’d be the best at it. You popped her cherry.”

“Damn,” I groaned. “So fucking hot.”

“I did,” the father said. “But… Charlotte. It’s something that a man should do with his wife.”

“I don’t want to wait until I’m married, Daddy!” Charlotte said. She pouted. “All the other girls have had their cherry popped. They aren’t married. So don’t say that. It’s not like when you were young. Girls get their cherries popped all the time, right?”

“I suppose,” he muttered. “Why would your mother do this. I mean… You’re bald. You shaved.”

“Mommy said that would make it easier,” she said. “She said you like bald pussies. Mommy has a bald pussy. She showed me.”

“That woman,” the father muttered while an insert shot of his wife, smirking and giggling silently, was shown. “She’s going to get me in so much trouble, but… Your pussy is so succulent.”

“So fucking succulent,” I groaned at the close-up of Charlotte’s pussy. “Shit, shit, that’s hot.”

Liz purred around my dick. Her tongue swirled around me as the father leaned closer and closer to his daughter’s pussy. I groaned, gripping the armrests of my chair. I wanted to watch him bury his face into his own flesh and blood.

This was so exciting. The girl’s pussy was a tight slit. She dripped juices. Her father’s lips neared it. She stared down at him. There was another shot cut to the wife. She was squirming there as she spied on her husband about to start licking her daughter’s pussy.

“I can’t,” the father said at the last moment, pulling his head back.

“You can,” I groaned in frustration.

“Daddy, I believe in you,” whimpered Charlotte. “I know you would never hurt me. That you will make my cherry popping as painless as possible. Mommy promised that.”

“Fuck,” groaned her father. He licked his lips and breathed in deeply. “You smell so good, honey.”

“I bet she does,” I growled. “What a succulent pussy. Shit, shit, that’s hot. Eat that cunt!”

The movie cut to the wife silently cheering her husband on. He was leaning forward again. This time, Charlotte slid her hands through her father’s short hair and gripped the back of his head. She guided him down and down to her pussy.

He kissed his daughter’s barely legal twat. I groaned, almost erupting into Liz’s mouth. She suckled on me with passion as the father licked at his daughter’s cunt. He stroked his tongue up and down her slit. She gasped in delight.

“Are you popping my cherry, Daddy?” she whimpered.

“Just getting you ready,” he groaned. “So it won’t hurt. Daddy has to make you cum first!”

The mother nodded, her hands opening her robes. She had big boobs and a shaved pussy. She squeezed her tits, her nipples so hard. She looked so excited. The movie cut back to the closeup of her husband licking their daughter’s virgin slit.

The girl whimpered and moaned as her daddy licked at her twat. He stroked his tongue up and down her slit. She gasped out in delight as he did that. She trembled there as his tongue fluttered through her folds. He brushed her clit.

The cutie squealed, her face twisting in delight. She had small titties that jiggled. I loved the footage. There were insert shots of the mother squeezing her tits and squirming, pussy cream dripping down her thighs. It was so hot. This was so well done.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, the pressure building at the tip of my dick. “That’s so hot. That’s fucking amazing!”

I loved the sight. It was just wild to watch. My cock ached as the pressure built and built. The girl squirmed and gasped. Her father fluttered his tongue against her pink clit. I loved the sight. Her head tossed. Her moans grew louder and louder.

My nuts tightened. Liz bobbed her head. She worked her soft lips up and down my dick. It was an incredible rush to have her doing that. She suckled on me with so much passion. I rose and rose toward my climax.

“Shit, shit, Liz,” I groaned. “That’s good. That girl’s going to cum and drown her father. The mother’s so eager for it. I love this video!”

Liz suckled hard on my dick now. She wanted to make me cum. I groaned as I watched the screen. Charlotte trembled, her sandy-blonde hair swaying down her back. She trembled in delight. It was clear she was about to cum.

I watched, breathless. She tossed her head, crying out, “Daddy! Daddy!”

He licked at her clit. Suckled on it. The pressure swelled toward the tip of my dick. I loved this movie. It was so hot. Liz bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down my shaft. Her tongue swirled around my dick. It was amazing.

“Yes!” I growled. “That’s it. Cum!”

“Daddy!” the girls squealed. “I’m cumming!”

The girl’s face twisted with delight. Her father groaned as he drowned in her virgin pussy cream. The mother trembled, her fingers plunging in and out of her cunt. She watched on with hot eyes. That was so hot. Liz’s tongue danced around the crown of my dick.

I erupted.

I fired my cum into that wonderful mouth.

Rapture shot through me as I kept my eyes locked on the porno. It was just so exciting. The virgin daughter’s moans filled my living room. I grunted, dumping my load into Liz’s mouth. I groaned, eyes locked to the screen as I flooded her mouth.

She gulped down the cum that shot from my cock. Ecstasy crashed into my mind. I was so happy as I watched the daughter squirming through her orgasm. Her father rose, his face dripping in her cream. He kissed his little girl.

“Yes, yes, fucking pop that cherry!” I growled as I dumped the last of my cum into Liz’s mouth. “Fuck, that’s hot!”

Liz popped her mouth off my cock and purred, “You love the video?”

“I fucking love it!” I groaned. “Keep sucking my dick!”

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Response to Daddy Help Me Pop My Cherry has achieved the desired level of happiness. Unity is progressing. Harmony with the anomaly is growing. More data is required to maximize his happiness.

Unit Liz Salazar is performing unity with excellence.

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Kurt Martin

Liz smiled like she heard something amazing. She swallowed my cock a moment later.

“Damn,” I groaned and watched on eagerly.

The father broke the kiss with his little girl. “You really want me to pop your cherry?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered.

He opened his bathrobe and let it fall. She trembled there as he wore pajamas beneath. The mother whimpered from where she watched. She should have been noticed, but pornos always had such obvious spies. It was part of the fiction.

The father pulled off his top. He was pretty fit. I slid my fingers through Liz’s black hair, impatient for the good part. Then he shoved off his pajama bottoms. His cock popped out. His little girl gasped at the sight of him.

“Why are you naked, Daddy?” she whimpered.

“You wanted me to pop your cherry,” he groaned, gripping his dick. “This is what a man uses to do this! I have to fuck that tight, young pussy.”

I smiled. Often, in pornos that played this scenario, the actress would have tattoos and piercings that ruined her innocent vibe. But this was a true virgin. She was no porn star. She was an amateur. This was real.

She licked her lips and whimpered, “I need to have my cherry popped.”

“Yes, yes, pop her, Mitch,” whimpered the wife softly as she was shown again.

It was such a hot sight. I loved the way the daughter leaned back on her elbows, her thighs spread wide. Her father stepped between them. My dick twitched in Liz’s mouth. I wanted to watch the deflowering. I wanted to see this so badly. That would be so hot.

The father’s cock nuzzled into his daughter’s shaved folds. That was a virginal, tight pussy. The camera had a close up her father pushing into her plump vulva. Her outer folds parted around his cock, but something stopped him.

“Christ, she’s a virgin,” I groaned. “That’s so hot!”

The mouth suckled on me with passions. She nursed with all that she had on my rod. It was so incredible to have her working that mouth up and down my cock as I watched the father thrusting against his daughter’s hymen.

Charlotte whimpered as her father pushed on her. Then she squealed.

His cock sank an inch or two into her pussy.

“Daddy!” she squealed as her father pulled back a bit.

There was blood on his cock. A true virgin. I groaned, gripping the back of Liz’s head. I watched, entranced by the sight, as the father sank his cock deeper and deeper into his daughter’s deflowered twat. It would be so hot to deflower one of my daughters.

I groaned as that hot mouth suckled on my dick. She nursed with such passion on me as Charlotte whimpered. Her father had his cock all the way in her. The mother looked almost faint with rapture as she fingered her cunt, her big boobs bouncing.

Then the father pulled back his cock.

His daughter squealed in delight as he did that. His cock pulled back and back. He emerged coated in her pussy cream frothed to a pink. A virgin’s juices. He buried back into her cherry pie and fucked her. She squealed in delight.

“Daddy! Daddy!” she gasped.

“Fuck, Charlotte,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good. Take it!”

I shuddered, watching the sight of the father fucking his daughter. My dick twitched in Liz’s mouth. She suckled with such passion. She worked her mouth up and down my rod. The pressure built and built in my nuts

I would dump another load into her pussy. It was just incredible. My heart pounded in my chest as the little girl gasped in delight. She trembled and stretched out on the dining table fully on her back. Her father fucked her.

The mother masturbated wildly. I groaned, Liz sucking me toward my climax. I would have a huge burst of delight. I rose and rose toward that moment when I would cum in her mouth. She suckled with all her might on me.

“Damn, damn, damn,” I groaned. “That’s hot.”

Liz purred around my dick.

The father fucked Charlotte hard. He buried his cock into her deflowered pussy over and over again. She gasped and moaned. His nuts slapped into her taint. The cameras recorded their fucking from several angles.

One of them caught the mother in the background watching and masturbating as her husband fucked their daughter. The woman churned up her cunt as she stared at the incestuous sight before her. It was so hot.

“I’m going to cum,” I groaned.

“Daddy! Daddy!” squealed Charlotte. “I’m going to cum!”

“Yes,” her father groaned. “Cum on my dick. That’s it!”

He slammed into her cunt. It was so hot to watch. My dick ached in Liz’s mouth. She swirled around the crown. I hurtled toward my climax as that big dick buried into Charlotte’s deflowered pussy. It was such a wild sight to see.

“I’m cumming!” the little girl squealed.

“Yes!” I growled and erupted.

I flooded Liz’s mouth with my cum. The rapture shot through me as the father fucked his daughter’s convulsing pussy. He plowed to the hilt in her, his nuts slapping against her taint. The shot caught his balls twitching.

“Daddy’s cum!” squealed the daughter. “Yes, yes, fill me up, Daddy!”

“Charlotte!” the father growled as he buried into her daughter. “Yes!”

A close-up showed those nuts twitching as they emptied his cum into his daughter’s pussy. I groaned, my back arching. I flooded Liz’s mouth with my jizz. It was just an awesome moment to watch him dumping his cum into her pussy.

“Daddy’s cum!” the slut whimpered. “Oh, oh, Daddy’s cum is in me!”

“Yes,” I growled, so thrilled that this had happened.

I fired the last of my cum into Liz’s mouth. The mother squealed as she came on her fingers. She trembled there, her boobs jiggling. I panted, Liz nursing out the last of my cum. I panted, feeling just amazing as the father pulled out of his little girl’s pussy.

The camera was ready to capture the cum, stained slightly pink, spilling out of the virgin’s pussy. A fucking creampie. I loved it. This was how porn should be made. I smiled from ear to ear, wondering what would happen next.

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Mrs. Amanda Spaulson – Two Hours Earlier

The Greater Good is served. Through Unity is Harmony ensured. Through Unity shall Happiness be achieved.

That sang through my mind as my orgasm rippled through me. Everyone sang their joy at the porn we were producing. My husband and daughter had performed so well. Even I had. The cameras were filming the jizz pouring out of my little girl’s pussy.

It was my turn to join the movie.

Mitch stepped back as I rushed in. He “saw” me for the first time and gasped, “Amanda!”

“You were amazing,” I said, such love and joy singing through me. I could feel how uniting had brought my husband and daughter into such wonderful harmony. Now our entire family needed that deeper union.

That perfect harmony.

The collective was learning. The anomaly was teaching us so much.

I dropped to my knees before the table. My daughter’s pussy was right there at eye level. The cameramen were ready to capture the moment. We all moved in harmony. The collective guided us. Those with experience with porn and sex fed me the knowledge to eat a creampie.

I licked up my husband’s salty cum flavored by my daughter’s tart cherry juices.

“Mommy!” she gasped. “I don’t have a cherry any longer!”

“No, you don’t,” I moaned, the incestuous mix of my husband’s seed and daughter’s cream soaking my taste buds. Salty and tart went perfecty together. “You’re wonderful!”

I licked at her cunt as my husband groaned, “You’re such a wicked woman, Amanda! Setting me up! Such a whore! I should fuck that ass!”

We had never done anal, but we both know we would love it. The collective would never do something that would make us unhappy. Being united, living in harmony with all, always led to happiness.

I licked up and down my daughter’s slit. I stroked through her petals. It was so good to do that for her. She groaned as I gathered up the wonderful mix of fluids as my husband pressed his cock between my butt-cheeks.

The cameras would capture it all for him.

I groaned, lapping at my daughter’s cunt, my big boobs swaying. My husband’s wet cock found my asshole. He thrust against my backdoor. It was incredible to have him drilling against my anal ring. I moaned into our daughter’s twat.

My asshole burned as it stretched to take my husband. I licked through my daughter’s twat. I lapped at her with such hunger. She whimpered as I feasted on the cum from her snatch. The jizz soaked my taste buds.

“Oh, oh, Mitch!” I gasped as my asshole surrendered to his dick.

He popped into my bowels.

“Fuck,” my husband groaned as he sank into my anal sheath. “Oh, fuck, that’s good!”

I whimpered in delight as he slid into my bowels. It felt so incredible to have him sliding into my anal sheath. I trembled as he penetrated into my bowels. It was wonderful. I shuddered at the heat blazing through my asshole.

He penetrated deeper and deeper into my bowels as I licked up the cum spilling out of our little girl’s pussy. The cutie whimpered while I moaned. My husband bottomed out in my bowels. It felt so good to have him all the way in me. I whimpered as he gripped my hips.

He fucked my asshole hard.

Fast.

I loved the way he pumped away at my anal sheath. It was so wonderful to have him with his big dick fucking my bowels. He buried into me with all that he had. I loved every inch of that big cock plowing into me.

He churned me up with his thick strokes. He fucked me with all that he had. I whimpered, licking at my daughter’s cunt. My asshole burned. I felt both of their pleasure. We were united as a family. My boobs bounced as I trembled.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Mitch groaned. “Shit, Amanda!”

“Mommy!” squealed Charlotte. “Lick up all of Daddy’s cum!”

“Every drop,” I moaned and buried my tongue into her cunt. I swirled around in her snatch. “You taste so good!”

I gathered up the cum that was in her pussy. I loved finding that salty cum in her tart depths. She quivered, her little titties jiggling. My husband ass-fucked me hard. He buried his dick into my anal sheath as I devoured our little girl.

Eighteen and a porn star.

I hoped he would enjoy this depravity.

So did the collective.

I plunged my tongue into my daughter’s cunt again and again, finding more and more drops of cum in her. I loved that salty passion. My pussy drank in the heat melting from my husband’s cock. He fucked me so hard. He buried into my anal sheath with his passion.

I moaned and licked at her with passion. She quivered in delight as I tongued through her folds. I brushed her clit before I plunged back into her cunt to find more of the cum in her snatch. I fluttered around in her depths, questing for my husband’s jizz.

I didn’t find any.

My husband pounded my asshole as I flicked my tongue up to my daughter’s clit. I stroked over her bud. She gasped as I did that. It was so much fun to lick her like that. To stroke around her bud. She whimpered, her thighs squeezing about my head.

“Mommy!” she whimpered.

“Yes, yes, make our little girl cum,” grunted my husband as he fucked my asshole. “Shit, Amanda!”

He pounded my bowels with his thick shaft. The collective sang their joy. They felt our pleasure and were eager for us to reach our climaxes. Mine built and built. My husband’s cock stretched out my asshole. It felt incredible.

I squeezed my bowels down on his big dick as the need to cum swelled in me. My pussy drank in the heat while my tongue attacked my daughter’s clit. I could feel her orgasm building and my husband’s, too. We were all heading toward that moment.

The cameramen moved around us, capturing the sex for him.

“Mommy! Mommy!” my little girl squealed.

She was close.

I tongued her clit with passion as my husband fucked my bowels with such force. He grunted, hammering my anal sheath with all that he had. It was such a wonderful treat. I rose toward that moment when I would cum.

I suckled hard on my little girl’s clit. My lips massaged her bud. She tossed her head.

“Mommy!” she squealed.

Charlotte drowned me in her incestuous pussy cream.

I licked up her cream, my orgasm building and building. This was just incredible. He slammed to the hilt in my bowels, the heat melting to my cunt. My orgasm was about to ignite. I whimpered into my daughter’s convulsing cunt, savoring her tart juices.

My husband buried into my asshole.

I detonated.

“Mitch!” I squealed as my asshole spasmed around his cock. “Yes!”

“Fuck, Amanda!” he groaned, fucking my writhing asshole. “That’s so good!”

He ripped out of my asshole. I spun around as my daughter dropped off the table. The ecstasy swept through me as we pressed our cheeks together. He fisted his cock. I quivered, my pussy spasming as I opened my mouth wide.

My husband erupted.

The money shot splattered across Charlotte’s and my faces. My husband drenched us in his spunk. He grunted with each eruption while the cameras caught the action. I quivered in delight as Mitch grunted again and again.

I moaned in delight, my mind melting from the rapture. My entire body shuddered as my husband kept spraying us with cum. He dumped more and more of his jizz on us. He rained down the spunk on our features.

“Yes!” he groaned and erupted a final time.

My daughter and I kissed. We shared Mitch’s cum, the cameras pressing in on us. I trembled with the union. The happiness swept through me. The entire collective was cheering us on. This was a beautiful moment.

I could not wait for him to see this.

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Kurt Martin – The Present

“Damn,” I panted after cumming a third time into Liz’s mouth.

Watching the mother and daughter making out with the husband’s cum running down their features was hot. The porno faded to black. It was over. There was an option to rate it. I gave it five stars. It was fucking awesome.

“I love that,” I groaned. There were others to watch, but…

There was something I wanted to try. I stroked my fingers through Liz’s black hair. “You would do anything to make me happy, right?”

She popped her mouth off my cock and squealed, “Of course!”

“Then go sit in the bathtub,” I said. “Don’t turn the water on. Just sit in it.”

“Of course, Sir!” She popped to her feet and darted away, her cute, golden-brown ass swaying before she vanished around the corner.

I rose and pulled off my shirt. This was the moment of truth. How far could I go? They somehow made incest porn just for me to watch. This had to work. It was one of my most depraved fantasies. I wasn’t sure I was ready for other ones, but this…

I had a full bladder.

I stripped out of my pants and boxers. I was naked and headed to the bathroom. She knelt it in, a smile at her face. I held my cock in my hand and aimed it at her face. She stared up at me, licking her lips.

“Have you ever heard of a golden shower?” I asked.

“I haven’t, but I know it’s where a person urinates on another for sexual gratification, Sir.” She trembled. “Do you want to piss on me? Will that make you happy, Sir?”

“So fucking happy,” I groaned. “I want to piss in your mouth. Have you drink my pee. Just shower you in it.”

She opened her mouth wide and closed her eyes.

I shuddered at her compliance. This was it. I relaxed my bladder and let the urine flow. The stream shot out and splashed into her open mouth. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t retreat. She just let me urinate in her mouth.

“Yes,” I groaned, savoring the pleasurable rush of the urine flowing out of my dick. “Yes, yes, yes, this is incredible!”

My piss overflowed her so fast and spilled down her cheeks and chin.

It was so hot to watch the urine pour down her golden-brown skin to her breasts. I shifted the aim, pissing across her face. She closed her eyes as I showered her in my pee. I groaned, letting my bladder empty itself.

I hosed down her tits next, splashing those wonderful breasts. I was in heaven right now. Just so happy that I was pissing all over breasts. It was such a wonderful moment. She closed her mouth, gulping down the urine.

“Oh, oh, this is making you so happy, right, Sir?” she moaned.

“So fucking happy,” I groaned as I strained to force out the last few spurts of piss. “Damn, that was great.”

She beamed up at me.

“Now we have to clean you up,” I said and turned on the shower.

She squeaked as the cold water sprayed on her, but she didn’t complain as I turned on the warm water, too. It heated up for her as she ducked her head beneath it, matting her curls. It washed her clean, the acrid smell fading.

“Stand up,” I said, slipping in the shower behind her. “I have to fuck that cunt.”

“Of course,” she said.

She rose, the water splashing across her face. She changed it to shower her tits. I closed the curtain so we wouldn’t get water everywhere. Sure, she would clean it up, but why make more work for her? I wasn’t a dick.

But I did have a dick. A hard dick.

I pressed it between her thighs and up into her cunt. I slid my tip into her warm pussy folds. She cooed in delight. I thrust up into her pussy. She gasped in delight as I sank into her twat. It was such a wonderful moment.

“Oh, wow,” she groaned. “That’s so good! Ooh, ooh, you have such a huge dick, Sir!”

“And you have such a tight pussy,” I groaned, so glad that I had fulfilled my fantasy about pissing on a girl.

I wanted to piss in a girl, too, but that would have to wait for when I had a full bladder again.

For now, I slid my hands up to cup her large boobs. I kneaded those tits, reliving the image of the golden liquid splashing over those lush mounds. She whimpered as she wiggled her hips and stirred her cunt around my dick.

I drew back my cock, savoring the grip on my dick. She whimpered as I slammed back into her. I loved burying to the hilt in her pussy. It felt wonderful to fuck her. I pumped away at her twat as she moaned in delight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I growled.

“Oh, Sir,” she whimpered. “Yes, yes, we are united in harmony.”

“Which makes me so fucking happy!” I growled, fucking her cunt hard and fast.

She squealed in delight as I fucked her. I loved burying my cock into her twat over and over again. I loved the heat of her pussy around my dick. She gripped my rod with her amazing cunt. I savored fucking into her snatch again and again.

It was a beautiful thing to fuck her like this. To pound her with all that I had. She squealed out her passion as I slammed into her. My nuts tightened with the need to erupt into her cunt. I wanted to flood her with all my cum.

Just knock the slut up.

I grunted, fucking her with all that I had. It was just a beautiful thing to bury into her twat. I savored pounding her twat with everything that I had. I grunted, fucking deep and hard into her cunt with such force.

Such wanton and wonderful passion.

I thrust in and out of her cunt, the water spraying down on her tits. She squeezed down on my cock. It just felt so wonderful to pump away at her. She gasped and moaned as I plowed into that wonderful cunt.

“Damn, that’s good,” I growled.

“I’m so glad you love it, Sir!” she purred. “Ooh, ooh, that’s amazing!”

I fucked her hard, my fingers sliding up her wet tits to her nipples. I found those hard nubs and pinched them. She moaned in delight, her pussy clamping down on my dick. It was fabulous to bury into her cunt again and again.

She held me in her tight, hot sheath. I would just cum in her. It was fantastic to fuck to the hilt in her twat. She wiggled her hips, stirring her twat around my dick. I groaned, playing with her nipples as the need to cum built in me.

I wanted to flood her twat.

“Oh, Sir, you’re so happy,” she moaned. “With the porn! With me!”

“So fucking happy!” I groaned. “Shit, shit, that’s good! That’s the best pussy in the world!”

“I’m so happy!” she gasped.

I churned up Liz’s pussy. I loved fucking the Hispanic slut’s cunt. Every thrust into her pussy brought me closer and closer to cumming in her cunt. It was just so wild to fuck into her twat with all that I had.

Every thrust into her pussy felt incredible. She whimpered louder and louder. I knew she would cum hard on my cock. She would just squeal out in delight. I could not wait for her to gasp out her pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, you’re going to cum, right, slut?” I gasped.

“I am, Sir!” she moaned.

“Good!” I growled, fucking deep and hard into that snatch. “I want to feel that pussy going wild around my dick. Just spasming around my cock and suckling at me. Make me erupt into that pussy and knock up your cunt!”

“Yes, sir!” squealed Liz as I buried to the hilt in her cunt.

Her pussy went wild around my dick.

I groaned, gripping her boobs as I fucked her cunt hard. I loved the way her pussy spasmed around my dick. She felt incredible. I fucked to the hilt in her twat again and again, reveling in that warmth. Her pussy felt so wonderful, spasming around me.

“Yes!” I groaned and buried to the hilt in her fertile pussy. “Take it, whore!”

“Yes, Sir!” she squealed as I erupted.

I spurted my cum into her pussy. Blast after blast of my jizz flooded her writhing cunt. I groaned, kneading those wonderful tits. She felt so good. Her cunt writhed around me. It was just fantastic to flood her womb with all my seed.

“Oh, oh, that’s so good, Sir!” squealed Liz.

Her pussy suckled at me, working out more and more blasts of cum. I enjoyed dumping my load into her twat. I savored how her pussy writhed around me. It was a wonderful moment to fill her to the brim with all my cum.

I flooded her with so much jizz. The ecstasy shot through me with each eruption. I was just so happy to fill her up with my spunk. Her cunt suckled at me. It was fabulous to have that jizz pumping into her. I flooded her with all that I had.

“Shit, shit, shit!” I grunted, my orgasm peaking in me.

“Oh, oh, Sir,” she whimpered. “Mmm, I am so glad to make you happy!”

“Yep,” I said, eager for more. “So happy.”

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Evaluation of this new kink.

Watersports.

Minimal health risks.

The anomaly is happy. Add some watersports to porn produced for him.

Through unity is harmony. Through harmony is happiness. The greater good is served.

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Kurt Martin

I had a great Saturday fucking Liz and watching the other three pornos that were made. They were all amazing.

Now she was making dinner while I was sitting down to watch the news. I turned it to channel 7. The weekend anchor was Maggie Mondale. She had a great pair of tits. Her hair bleached-blonde. The news came on.

I smiled as there she was in a low-cut, blue top. They were gorgeous breasts. They had to be fake. They were almost too perfect to be real. She was talking with the male host, but I didn’t give a shit about them.

There wasn’t the… sexiness. It was much calmer.

And it almost seemed performative. They weren’t talking about anything. No crime. No disaster. Peace in the world. Garbage clean up. Infrastructure was being repaired and strengthened in case of a solar flare. Common sense building projects. It seemed like everything was perfect.

Which made the news so fucking boring. There weren’t even political shots taken at the president.

Still, those were great tits.

The rest of the news was so boring. An idea popped into my head. I didn’t have to be afraid of it. Why not share it with Liz? Maybe, I’d get some text asking for my opinion on how female reporters should dress.

Then I would give my opinion. I bet it would happen then. Like with the porn survey email I was sent.

“You know, Liz, it would be great if Maggie Mondale performed the news naked,” I said.

“Would that make you happy, Sir?” Liz asked.

“It would,” I said.

Immediately, Maggie Mondale rose and began unbuttoning her blouse.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

To be continued…

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