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The figure smiled as it took its newest creation, a thick belt of dark-brown leather with an oval buckle cover. On it was engraved “Best Dad.” It slipped through the mist and appeared in the box store. Nondescript, no one noticed it.

The figure slipped through the shoppers with ease, weaving between their unseeing gazes. Their eyes slid over the figure as if it were not even there. In moments, it reached the small men’s wear section and hung the belt on a rack with others.

By the time it had slipped out into the mist, three girls had shown up. Sisters. The eldest had blonde hair and a nose ring, her large breasts filling out her top. The next oldest was slender and ephemeral, a quiet girl who pushed up her glasses. The youngest had a bounce to her step, her breasts round for her young age, and a playful smile burst on her lips.

“This is it!” she squealed and grabbed the belt.

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Trevor Daniels

“Happy birthday to you!” sang my three daughters. Janelle, Sarah, and Tonya were all crowded around me as my birthday cake sat before me, two candles were on the cake, both fours. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear daddy! Happy birthday to you!”

“Make a wish!” squealed Tonya, my youngest at fourteen.

I leaned over and blew out the candle. The two flames snuffed out on the number of candles. Wisps of bluish smoke rose from them, the scent of melted wax flaring in the air. My daughters clapped. Janelle, the oldest at eighteen, plucked the candles free, her nose ring glinting in the light.

“Forty-four!” said Tonya, shaking her head. She was precocious. “What did you wish for, you old fart!” She said it playfully.

“Tonya,” Sarah hissed, nudging her elbow into her younger sister. At sixteen, she was a slender girl, her brown hair cut in a cute bob about her face. They all had their mother in their features in some way. Mary’s nose on Janelle, her eyes and ears on Sarah, and her lips and chin on Tonya. “Don’t be rude.”

“Daddy knows I’m playing,” Tonya said, rolling her eyes. “Right, Daddy?” She fluttered her blue eyes at me, her blonde hair, gathered in pigtails, falling about her too innocent face.

“She’s just jealous because she’s a young fart,” I said, grinning at Sarah.

“Yep!” Tonya said. “Super duper jelly.”

I glanced down at the cake. “That looks great, girls. I hope you didn’t destroy the kitchen making it.”

“Chill, Dad, I did it,” Janelle said. She wore a belly shirt and a pair of hip-hugging jeans. I sighed at how revealing it was. I remember when all three of them were such little princesses, adorable and demure. That was back when their mother had still been alive.

If Mary was here, would she have kept Janelle from dressing like that? Tonya was starting to emulate her older sister, wearing a tight pair of shorts that showed off her coltish breasts and a crop top that hugged her developing body. Slender Sarah, who though she was two years older than Tonya, somehow looked younger in her t-shirt and skirt, grabbed a knife.

“Let’s get the cake cut,” said Sarah. “It’s chocolate.”

“Your favorite, right, Daddy?” Tonya asked. “I made sure we made your favorite.”

“Yeah, and that’s about all you did,” Janelle said as she grabbed the paper plates.

“I chose the gift!” Tonya grinned at me. “You wanna see it, Daddy? Huh? It’s perfect.”

“Sure,” I said as Sarah cut the cake and put a big corner piece on the paper plate Janelle held. She then thrust it out at me with a plastic fork. My eldest daughter had a bright smile on her lips. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, Dad,” Janelle said. “We got to take care of you, you old fart.”

I gave her a look.

Janelle grinned back at me. “If you’re not going to start dating again, then we’re going to have to take care of you. That’s really unfair, Dad. We’re young women. We should be out having a great time, but here we are, slaving away to make you happy.”

“I tried dating,” I muttered. “It’s hard. There are these damned apps. You know, when I was your age, we didn’t have apps. Fuck, we didn’t even have cell phones, let alone smartphones. You actually had to go and meet people. I met your mother at this party.”

Janelle gave me a bright smile. “Poor you. Having to deal with apps. You’re getting old, pops. Soon, you’re going to be drooling and in diapers.”

“Good thing I have three cute daughters to take care of me,” I said. “I dealt with you when you were all in diapers, so fair is fair.”

Janelle’s cheeks blushed and she squirmed.

“Want me to break out the pictures?” I asked. “Shame that latest boyfriend of yours isn’t here.”

“Chad’s not my boyfriend,” Janelle said. “We just hook up. No biggie.”

I shook my head. No biggie? She was eighteen, so it wasn’t like I could do anything about it.

“Here you are, Daddy,” Tonya said, darting in with a long, narrow box wrapped up in red wrapping paper adorned with Christmas trees. It was nowhere near that time of year, but it was probably all we had in the house. She thrust it out at me. “I hope you love it.”

“Yeah,” Janelle said.

“It’s perfect,” Sarah said, pushing up her glasses and smiling at me.

I undid the ribbon and then tore at the wrapping paper, this excitement swelling through me. My three little girls were all around me, beaming at me. My heart pounded in my chest. I don’t know why, but it was so touching. I might have had to raise them on my own for the twelve years, but I had done a good enough job. They didn’t hate me. We mostly got along.

None of them had come home and told me they were pregnant, thank god.

I opened the box and found a leather belt with a thick belt buckle that read…

“Damn,” I said, emotion swirling through me as I read what was embossed on there. Tears stung my eyes. I stroked the words. Best Dad. I had to keep a hard rein on my emotions to keep them from galloping out of control.

“Do you like it?” Tonya asked, her voice tight. She stared up at me with her blue eyes.

They all were waiting. Sarah’s hazel eyes stared at me behind her glasses. Janelle’s baby blues trembled. She had her hands clasped together as I drew the belt buckle out of the box and grinned at my girls.

“It’s perfect,” I said, my voice cracking just a bit. I cleared my throat. “Thanks.”

“You are the best dad,” Tonya said as I pulled my three girls into a hug, the belt dangling from my hand.

“Yeah, you raised two fine girls,” Janelle said, “and one brat.”

“Yep,” Tonya said, her arms tight around my torso. “Sarah is such a brat.”

We all burst into chuckles. I squeezed my girls and then released them. I held the belt out before me, staring at the words again. I mean, it was perfect. I rubbed my finger over those letters, letting them sear into my soul.

“Go put it on,” Tonya said. “I bet you look hot in it.”

I swallowed at that. I didn’t know how to respond to my youngest daughter calling me hot. She had that teasing grin on her face. The little brat knew just how to make me feel uncomfortable and loved it. She bounced on her toes, which made her round breasts jiggle in her tight top.

I should not notice that.

“You’re going to be handsome in it,” said Sarah, giving her little sister a look.

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” Tonya said. “Right, Janelle. Our Dad’s going to look hot in it.”

“You are a stud, Dad,” Janelle said. “You know, that whole older guy thing. Mmm, a few of my friends whisper about you. Want me to introduce you. They’d be fun.” She winked her blue eye at me.

My discomfort was reaching whole new levels. “I can’t believe you three are picking on your old man on his birthday.”

“They are picking on you, Dad,” Sarah said. “You’ll be handsome and distinguished in it.”

“Oh, so distinguished,” purred Janelle. “You’ll make all the girls so wet.”

“My friends all have big crushes on you, Dad,” added Tonya.

“Go try it on,” Sarah warned, “before they get any worse, Daddy. I’ll give them a talking to.” She glared at her older sister and then her younger sister.

“Relax,” Janelle said, putting her arm around Sarah. “Just messing with Dad. Though it’s true. I have a few friends that wouldn’t mind getting to know you. Have some fun. Fool around. Want me to set you up.”

“God, no,” I said, an uncomfortable heat stretching out my boxers. Janelle had several friends she had grown up with. Girls I had known all their lives. They were all eighteen but that didn’t change the fact they still felt like kids to me. “I’ll go try this on.”

I didn’t flee the dining room and my three daughters. I marched out of there at a brisk step, Janelle and Tonya whispering and giggling about something that I didn’t want to know about. I swallowed and hurried up to my bedroom.

I had to change into a pair of pants that could take a belt. It was Saturday. I still had to mow the lawn and do some other chores around the house. We had a birthday cake at lunch. It was Saturday, and my daughters all had plans for the evening.

I didn’t mind. It was just my birthday. No biggie. They stopped mattering when you didn’t get a lot of presents.

I pulled off my sweat pants and pulled on a pair of jeans. T-shirt tucked in, I threaded the belt through it. I buckled it on and hooked my thumbs through the belt. It was huge, like something you’d see on someone from Texas.

“Best Dad,” I read again, shaking my head. Damn. My girls might be big teases, but they were amazing. I took a moment to gain control of my emotions and then headed downstairs.

Adjusting my belt buckle, I headed through the living and into the dining room. My daughters were finishing up eating their pieces of cake. Tonya had chocolate frosting coating her lips. She turned and gasped at the sight of me.

“So hot, Daddy!” she squealed and then ran over to me.

Before I knew it, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Not on the cheek or the chin. She kissed me right on the mouth. And this was no quick kiss. No daughterly peck on the lips. I was stunned to feel her lips working on mine, tasting the chocolate frosting.

I stood there stunned. Confused by what she was doing. My heart pounded in my chest. This heat swept through me. A dangerous heat. One I shouldn’t be feeling. Not for my little girl. This was my baby girl.

Then she broke it. “God, you’re a stud, Daddy!”

“Tonya!” I croaked, struggling to breathe.

Then Sarah was pushing her little sister aside, this apologetic look on my middle daughter’s face. She liked to keep Tonya’s brattiness to a minimum. To my surprise, Sarah put her hands on my chest, her glasses reflecting the light for a moment as she tilted back her head.

“Happy birthday, Daddy,” she purred with a breathy catch. “I love you.”

She rose on her tiptoes and planted her lips on mine. It wasn’t as an aggressive kiss, more demure, but I could feel her passion as she rubbed her hands across my chest. My cock throbbed harder. This was so wrong. My daughters shouldn’t be kissing me like this. I couldn’t think, though.

Blood pounded hot through me. Instincts screamed through me to grab my daughter, to hold her tight. My hands balled into fists as I fought against that throbbing ache in my cock. The taboo, depraved desire to love my daughter back.

I broke the kiss, stumbling back a step. “Sarah?” My face burned. “What was that?”

“Birthday kiss,” Sarah said.

“Yeah,” Janelle said, sauntering to me, her large breasts jiggling in her tight belly shirt. God, was she even wearing a bra. Her nipples poked against the material. Her hips swayed. She reached me and seized the back of my neck and pulled my head to hers. “Happy birthday, Daddy.”

She kissed me with hunger. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I groaned, my fingernails biting into my palms as I resisted the urge to grab her and pull her tight. Not that I needed to because Janelle melted against me, her large breasts rubbing on my chest.

God, they felt as big as Mary’s. It had been so long since a woman kissed me. A couple of years since my last successful date that led anywhere. It had been porn and my hand. My cock throbbed in my jeans, pushing against the denim.

She broke the kiss. “Mmm, Daddy,” she cooed. “It’s your birthday. What do you want us to do?”

“Do?” I croaked.

“Yeah, we’ll do anything, Daddy,” Tonya said, bouncing up and down. “You name it, we’ll do it.”

I swallowed. The way she said it when combined with the kisses…

No, no, they were just messing with me. Just a way to get under my skin or something. It was so wrong. They shouldn’t be teasing me in this way. They surely couldn’t mean for me to… I mean…

No, no, they were my daughters.

My baby girls!

I banished down those perverted thoughts and stared at Tonya. “Anything?”

“Anything, Daddy,” she said, a coquettish smile on her face, her pigtails draping down over her round breasts. Her nipples, too, poked at the fabric. “You say it, and I’ll do it.”

“Then go clean your room,” I said, not thinking she would do it. Tonya would throw the biggest fit whenever I made her clean up that disaster that she called her bedroom.

“On it!” she squealed and darted off.

I blinked as she ran out of the dining room. Her footsteps raced through the living room and then pounded up the stairs. The hallway creaked. Her bedroom door banged open. I couldn’t believe she was actually cleaning it.

I had to see this for myself.

I turned and stumbled out of the dining room, my cock uncomfortable in my boxers. With my other two daughters behind me, I adjusted myself quickly. Then I rushed up the stairs and found Tonya cleaning her room.

She was collecting all her dirty clothes in a hamper. She had skirts, jeans, panties, and bras strewn all over her room. She glanced at me and smiled as she worked, looking so happy as she threw a lacy, black bra into her hamper.

“It’ll be perfect, Daddy, you’ll see,” she said.

“Yeah,” I said, still shocked that this was happening.

“What would you like us to do, Daddy,” purred Janelle.

“Mmm, we’re ready to do anything for you, Daddy,” cooed Sarah. I glanced at my daughters. Even Sarah, with her petite body, was looking sexy in her skirt and t-shirt. Her hazel eyes gleamed.

“Uh, why don’t you two mow the lawn and run the weed whacker,” I said, stunned. That was another thing I never could get them to do.

They’d always said it was a man’s job, buttering me up about how strong I was. Now, both my daughters beamed at me, saying, “Yes, Daddy!” in near unison, then turning around and darting for the stairs.

“What the fuck is going on?” I muttered as I glanced back at the room to find Tonya now picking up the various junk food wrappers that were littering her floor, her pigtails swaying. She was on her hands and knees, her shorts hugging her cute rump which she had aimed at me, her hips wiggling back and forth.

My cock throbbed at the display. Cheeks burning in shame, I fled back downstairs. I panted, bewildered. This flirting and kisses and breathy promises of “anything” were way, way, way beyond any teasing Janelle and Tonya had ever done. And now Sara was in on it? What were my daughters up to?

The lawnmower roared to life.

“Fuck me,” I said and sank onto my chair. Janelle and Sarah were actually mowing the lawn. The world felt so topsy-turvy. Nothing made a lick of sense. Even on my birthday, I couldn’t even get them to do that. Janelle and Sarah would clean the kitchen or the bathroom. They would vacuum the house and dust and stuff, but mow the lawn?

I grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. A baseball game was on. The Mariners versus the Red Sox. I swallowed and just let myself relax. If they wanted to actually do this work, well, then it was worth some teasing.

I could feel all three of their lips on my mouth. It was hard to concentrate on the game as I relived those kisses. They were all different but hot. All had me wanting to slip into my bedroom, get on Pornhub, and stroke one out.

I hated masturbating when my daughters were home and moving around. At night, sure. When I had the house to myself, definitely, but with them mowing the lawn and Tonya cleaning her room… I just had to focus on baseball.

Not think of my three daughters. They weren’t little girls any longer. They were teenagers, growing up. All three were beautiful like their mother. I glanced at the photos on the wall. Wedding pictures when I was a young man and Mary looking radiant. Pictures of her holding our daughters after they were born. The last family picture we’d taken just a few weeks before she passed away of a brain aneurysm, Tonya just two.

Mary would kill me if I touched our daughters.

What sort of bastard would do that?

Still, the thoughts rippled through my mind as the memory of their kisses lingered. I swallowed, hearing the lawnmower running. It was a big yard and neither Janelle nor Sarah had done it before. Maybe I should make sure they were doing a good job.

But I didn’t trust myself around my daughters. They were teasing me, I knew it, and yet there was this depraved and horny part of me that didn’t care they were my flesh and blood. That damned voice whispering to see how far they would go to obey me.

Just what “anything” truly meant.

Tonya came down the stairs, a trash bag rustling in her hand. She darted out the front door to take out the trash. She came back in and flounced over to me, her round breasts bouncing in her top. She had put on a belly shirt, a t-shirt she had cut off so short the bottom slopes of her round breasts could be seen. The fabric hugged her tight. Threads dangled over her skin.

Jesus, had she just cut off that top to tease me.

“Like it, Daddy?” she asked, standing before my recliner and shifting her hips.

“Uh…” I swallowed. “This game really has to stop, Tonya. You’re going too far.”

“What game, Daddy?” she asked, frowning. “Is there something wrong with my top? Would you like me to wear something else?”

I should have shouted yes, but that horny part of me was taking over more and more. She ran her hands over her flat stomach, her fingers brushing her bellybutton. She looked up at me, her hips wiggling from side to side, her boobs bouncing.

“Huh, Daddy?”

“No,” I croaked.

“So, what would you like me to do now?” she asked. “You’re the best dad in the world, so you say it, and I’ll do it.” Her hands slid up her body and cupped her breasts, fingers sliding through the fabric. All she had to do was push up, and they would spill out.

What was going on? This was insane. My dick was on fire. Impulses to shout, “Show me your tits” or “Suck my dick” slammed through me. I had never been so hard in my life. Had Mary ever excited me as much as our youngest daughter? Her fingers kneaded her tits, her blue eyes smoldering. She was fourteen for Christ’s sake.

Fourteen!

A child. My child! This was so wrong.

“Mmm, come on, Daddy,” she purred. “Anything.”

I had to say something. I had to stop her hands from massaging her tits. Something that wasn’t perverted. Something… “Foot massage.”

“Sure thing, Daddy!” she said. Thank god she ripped her hands from her tits.

She snagged the end of my sock and peeled it off, revealing my foot, hairs growing at the knuckles of my toes. She grasped my foot, her thumbs digging into my soles. She bent over, her tits swaying in her improvised belly shirt, and massaged my foot.

She smiled at me as she did it, her blue eyes bright. I swallowed as her fingers worked up and down. I couldn’t help the groan I released. It felt amazing. Too amazing. This was so dangerous. If I wasn’t careful, this could go too far.

We’d both regret that.

The lawnmower turned off as Tonya worked her fingers up and down my foot. She had a big grin on her face the entire time, her hands working up and down my foot. I moaned, closing my eyes. It was so relaxing.

“That’s it, Daddy,” cooed Tonya. “Just let me relax you.”

The backdoor slid open. The sink ran for a minute, and then two sweaty daughters appeared, the scent of gasoline smoke and cut grass wafted around them. Sarah and Janelle both had big smiles on their lips as they moved in and flanked Tonya.

“Mmm, Daddy, do you need us to do anything?” Janelle asked, her top clinging to her breasts, sweat soaking through and outlining her tits.

“Yeah,” Sarah asked, her face flushed from her exertion. She rubbed her hands on her belly, her hips undulating, making her skirt swirl about her mid-thigh. Had it always been that short? Had she rolled up her skirt to show off more leg? “What do you need us to do for you.”

Janelle’s nipples poked at her top. So did Sarah’s. Had she abandoned her bra, too? I had to stop this. Things were going too far. I swallowed, Tonya’s fingers digging into the soles of my foot. They felt so good. So wonderful.

“Groceries!” I croaked. “There’s a list… On the refrigerator.” I had learned to make lists from their mother. The first few times I had to shop for food had been a disaster without planning. “Just get… everything on there. Take my debit card.”

“Right!” Janelle said. “We’re on it.”

“Yep!” Sarah said. “We’ll get it all, Daddy. We love you.”

“Love you!” Janelle added then they darted to the kitchen.

I shuddered, my eyes closing again as Tonya’s massage worked down to the heel of my foot. I groaned as she relaxed away from that strain. I savored that delight as my other two daughters darted back through the living room.

“Bye, Daddy!” they squealed, sounding so excited to go grocery shopping.

“What is going on?” I groaned. “This game your sisters and you are playing, Tonya?”

“What game?” she asked. Not in a teasing way but sounding genuinely confused.

“You’re massaging my feet,” I groaned.

“Daddy, I love you. Why is it so strange that I’m massaging your feet.” She beamed at me. “You’re the best dad in the world. You raised us to be your loving and obedient daughters. Just the way the best dad should be treated.”

Then, to my shock, she sucked my big toe into her mouth. My cock throbbed at the warm, wet feeling of her nursing on my toe. Her tongue danced around it. My heart pounded, blood rushing through my chest at what she was doing to me. It felt good.

Way too fucking good.

“Tonya!” I groaned.

She suckled on it, her thumbs rubbing into the heel of my foot. I swallowed, my heart pounding in my chest. My fingers flexed. I couldn’t believe this was happening. This was insane. Utterly mad that she was doing this.

“Tonya, what are you doing?” I panted.

She popped her mouth off my toe and purred, “Massaging your foot, Daddy.” She smiled at me. “I don’t mind sucking your toes. In fact, I would suck any part of you. Even your cock. You just have to ask. You’re the best dad. I’ll do anything for you.”

She sucked the next two toes into her mouth, her tongue dancing around them. My dick throbbed. Suck my cock. She had just said it. This was so beyond teasing. This was about to cross that terrible line. Incest. She was fourteen. Still a child. My flesh and blood. It was wrong. Taboo. Illegal. Mary would hate me.

Tonya had her mother’s lips and chin. Mary had given incredible blowjobs. It had been so long since a woman had touched my cock. Twelve years since my wife had passed on. I loved Mary so much. My eyes flicked to the picture of her holding an infant Tonya. My wife smiled at me and… and…

There was something supportive in her eyes. “You’re a great dad, Trevor,” she had told me so many times. “You’ll never hurt our daughters.”

Tonya wanted to suck my cock. I didn’t make her. Didn’t molest her. She was coming onto me. All my daughters were. I didn’t know why my forty-fourth birthday had triggered this. Ever since I put on the belt buckle…

I glanced down at the buckle. There was no fucking way. That couldn’t be it. My daughters were just… just… blossoming into young women. It was natural that girls liked their fathers, right. An Electra Complex or something. Tonya, Sarah, and Janelle were just in a phase when… when… they needed some paternal love.

“If you want to,” I croaked, my dick throbbing, “you can suck my dick.”

She slid her mouth off my toes. “I do want to, Daddy,” she moaned, “but do you want me to? I only want to suck your dick if it would make you happy.”

Goddamn, those words… They were so submissive and naughty. So full of depraved lust. Her eyes were locked on my bulge. She licked her lips, her thumbs still massaging at the heel of my foot. My heart pounded in my chest. This was so wrong.

“I do,” I groaned, surrendering to these lusts. “I want you to suck my cock, Tonya.”

“Daddy!” she squealed with such delight and bounced up and down. Her breasts popped out of her cut-off t-shirt, the fabric slipping over those perky, round, teenage mounds. I shuddered as I stared at their plump delight, her nipples surprisingly fat. They were the same shade of pink as her mother’s before she had Janelle. “Oh, Daddy, I love you!”

Tonya crawled onto the recliner, kneeling between my legs. She was light enough that it didn’t tip the chair, though metal groaned. Her blonde pigtails fell around her face as she grabbed my crotch. She rubbed at my dick.

“Oh, Daddy, I’ve been wanting to suck your cock since you showed up wearing your belt.” She smiled at me. “You became hot for real. Not teasing, but just so sexy. I knew then that you were the best dad, and good girls always listen to their daddies. Just like we always love them.”

“Seeing me in my belt buckle did that to you?” I asked. It was insane that my belt buckle could have been behind any of this.

Insane and yet…

She went to work on the belt buckle. Metal clattered and then leather rasped. She opened it up and popped off the fastener of my jeans. My baby girl licked her plump lips and ripped my fly open, the zipper rasping down. She rubbed at my dick through my boxers.

She cooed in delight as she tugged down on my jeans. I lifted my ass to help her pull them down around my upper thighs. She smiled and then hooked my boxers. This was about to happen. Incest with my daughter. I mean, I remembered when Clinton was impeached back when I was Janelle’s age.

Blowjobs weren’t really sex. So this wasn’t really incest. I tried to believe that as my cock popped out and she grabbed my dick.

“Tonya!” I groaned at my daughter’s warm touch. She worked her hands up and down my cock, this wicked grin on her face. “Mmm, Daddy, it’s sexy. I’ve never seen a real dick before. Janelle taught me how to do this on a carrot.”

“God, really?” I groaned, a surge of anger at Janelle for teaching my baby girl that.

It vanished as Tonya’s lips kissed the tip of my cock. She smooched around the crown. Shock fired down my shaft and rushed through me. Tingling, incestuous delight. My daughter’s lips felt amazing on the crown of my cock.

My back arched into the soft recliner. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. Tonya’s tongue danced around my crown. My fourteen-year-old daughter teased me. She knew just how to make me shudder. Groan.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I panted, my heart pounding in my chest. “Jesus, Tonya.”
“Enjoy, Daddy,” she moaned. “Happy birthday! I love you! I hope you let me suck your cock every day.”

My daughter slid her mouth over the crown of my cock. I groaned, my face contorting at the delight of her hungry lips sealing around my shaft. She nursed on me. I groaned, the recliner creaking beneath my trembling body.

My face contorted. This felt amazing. I couldn’t believe how great it was. My daughter did such wicked things to me. She bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down my dick. The suction was incredible.

My daughter had learned to please a man well. Fuck, Janelle knew how to teach a girl to give a blowjob. What would her mouth feel like…

“Tonya,” I groaned. “Oh, damn, Tonya.”

My moans seemed to encourage her. Embolden her. She suckled harder, cheeks hollowing. The wet, slurping sound echoed through the living room. The pressure in my balls built and built. I groaned, coming closer and closer to erupting in her mouth.

Closer and closer to cumming. I would fire so much jizz. Just splash her with spunk. She bobbed her head, nursing with passion. It was incredible to enjoy. I growled, loving the feel of her mouth working up and down my dick.

She sucked me. Blew me. Worshiped me.

“Tonya! Goddamn, Tonya!”

Her blue eyes stared up at me. Her fetching pigtails swayed around her adorable face. I grabbed them, feeling the silky strands in my hand. I held her as she worshiped my cock. She squealed in delight, seeming to revel in my grip on her.

She felt amazing blowing me. Outstanding. I groaned, loving the feel of her mouth working up and down my dick. She had such a hot one. She suckled with such passion on me. I groaned, loving every moment of it.

“Damn,” I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. “Oh, damn, that’s good. That’s amazing. Do you know that? Fuck.”

She winked at me and suckled harder. She nursed on me with passion. It was incredible to enjoy. I shuddered, savoring the delight. It was excellent. I groaned, my heart pounding with such a rapid beat as she worshiped me.

The pressure in my balls rose and rose. I couldn’t take much more of this. It had been so long since a woman had touched me, and it wasn’t just any woman, it was my daughter. My sexy, fourteen-year-old child. I made Tonya in her mother’s womb.

Now she loved my dick.

“Shit!” I groaned as she slid up my shaft, sucking the entire time. Her tongue swirled around the aching tip of my cock. “I’m going to cum, Tonya!”

She squealed in delight and suckled harder. She nursed on me with passion. I groaned, loving this passion. My dick throbbed in her mouth. I swelled towards my explosive finish. My face contorted with delight.

“Fuck!” I growled and erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth.

I spasmed on the recliner as I basted my daughter’s mouth. Fourteen-year-old Tonya gulped down my cum. She moaned as she did, her blue eyes staring up at me. I gripped her pigtails, holding tight as I unloaded in her.

Every spurt sent pleasure slamming into my mind. Rapture burned across my thoughts. I groaned, savoring the pleasure of basting her mouth with spurt after spurt of my cum. It was incredible to flood her with every drop of spunk I had.

“Goddamn, yes!” I growled, the pleasure blazing over my thoughts. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good. Yes, yes, yes! Tonya!”

The incestuous bliss hit the peak of depraved rapture. My daughter suckled out the last of the forbidden cum brimming in my balls. I shuddered, my heart pumping wild heat through my veins, the stars dancing before my eyes fading.

Tonya slid her mouth off my cock and smacked her lips. She rubbed her bare belly, her round tits jiggling. “Oh, Daddy, that was so yummy. I love you so much. Thank you, thank you, thank you for letting me blow you.”

“You’re welcome,” I panted, staring at her, not sure what to do know.

“Should I get naked, Daddy?” she asked.

“Yes,” I groaned without thought.

She winked at me and then slid off the recliner. She peeled off the rest of her top and then grabbed those firm, round, fourteen-year-old titties. She squeezed them, her pigtails dancing as she swayed in place.

I groaned at how gorgeous she was. So young and delicious. I knew this was wrong, but I didn’t care any longer. I was still hard despite cumming. I wanted to feel every bit of her sliding down my cock. I wanted to enjoy her engulfing my dick. She was gorgeous. Just beautiful.

Then she turned around and bent over. Her white shorts hugged her ass tight. She wiggled her butt at me, shaking it back and forth. I swallowed, not seeing any visible panty line across her rump. Was she wearing a thong? I didn’t wash my daughter’s clothes any longer. Not since Janelle started wearing bras that were increasingly frilly and mature. The first time I realized my oldest owned a thong had been a blow.

Now… I hoped my youngest had a thong on.

She unsnapped her shorts, her hips rocking back and forth. She was just so cute. She bent over more and peeled off her shorts. The black waistband of her thong appeared. The thin strip of cloth vanished beneath her butt-cheeks, slowly being revealed. My cock throbbed. My heart pounded. Her entire rump came into view, the thin fabric hugging her pussy.

Did she shave? She must. I didn’t see any bush. I couldn’t believe my baby girl shaved her pussy.

Then she turned around, the front of her thong had a little, red bow on it. She grinned at me and then ripped her cloth to the side. A landing strip of blonde hair ran down the tight, wet slit of her pussy.

“Yummy, right, Daddy?” she asked. “Would you like to eat my pussy? No one’s ever done it. I’m a virgin, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” I groaned and nodded.

She grinned and ripped off her thong, saying, “Take your shirt off, Daddy, and lean back.”

I tore my shirt off as she scampered onto my recliner. I worked it all the way back as my daughter crawled over me. In moments, she was straddling my head, her shins on my shoulders. She gripped the top of the recliner, her boobs jiggling. I stared at her landing strip leading right to her tight slit. The tart aroma of her pussy filled my mouth.

She planted her pussy right on my lips, grinding against me. Her landing strip tickled my nose. I stared up at her jiggling breasts as I licked my daughter’s twat. I dragged my tongue across her virginal flesh and brushed her hymen.

My daughter was a virgin.

I licked through her folds, brushing over her maidenhead again before caressing her clit. She gasped, her boobs jiggling. She arched her back as I caressed her clit again and again. I lapped at her tart cunt, feasting on my daughter.

“Oh, Daddy,” she cooed. “I’m so wet and hot. I’m not going to last long at all. Not with your tongue on my clitty.”

I shuddered and fluttered my tongue on her bud, loving how her body shuddered. How her tits jiggled. They were so firm and perky. My dick ached. I danced my tongue around her clit, her juices dribbling down my chin.

I feasted on my daughter’s cunt, like an animal. I devoured forbidden flesh and reveled in how depraved this was. I was such a bad dad. The best dad would never eat his daughter’s cunt. Would never take advantage of her like this.

“Yes, yes, yes, Daddy,” she moaned. “Oooh, that’s so good.”

She didn’t sound like she was being taken advantage of.

And she tasted so good.

Tart and delicious.

I licked at her pussy again, sliding through her folds and brushing her hymen. I flicked to her clit and she bucked. Her tits heaved and jiggled, her fat nipples waving. I groaned, my tongue dancing around her bud, her juices growing hotter.

“Daddy!” squealed Tonya. “Yes!”

Her tart, virginal juices gushed out of her pussy and bathed my mouth. I groaned and drank the flood of her passion. I gulped it all down, reveling in the delicious flavor. It was incredible to enjoy. I groaned, licking and lapping up her cream.

“Oh, Daddy, I love you!”

“Love you,” I groaned as her shaved folds rubbed on my mouth.

Her juices spilled down my mouth. They ran over my chin. I licked and lapped them up, reveling in the flavor. I loved the wonderful taste of her cunt cream. I groaned, my dick throbbing and aching. My tongue caressed over her folds as I licked up her passion. Her tits heaved over my head as she quivered through my orgasm.

Then she smiled down at me. “Ooh, Daddy, that was incredible.”

“Yeah,” I panted.

She looked behind her and then down at me. “You’re hard. Do you want me to ride your cock?”

I should say no. This had gone way, way, way too far. But my dick ached. I wanted to feel her virginal pussy wrapped around my cock. I wanted my daughter’s pussy to love me. “Yes!”

“Daddy!” she squealed in delight and then slid off my shoulders and down my chest. The recliner rose, putting me into a sitting position as she straddled me. She grabbed my cock in her eager hand, aiming it for her pussy.

“Just go slow,” I groaned as she rubbed her shaved vulva against my dick, her flesh so smooth and warm. So inviting. She felt incredible against me. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

“Daddy, I’ve wanted you to take my cherry since I saw you in your new belt buckle,” she moaned. “I know this won’t hurt.”

She pressed her pussy down on my cock. I shuddered as her hymen stretched and stretched. I groaned at the feel of her membrane stretching to take my dick. I would pop her cherry. I groaned, savoring the way she wiggled her hips. Her hymen stretched.

Popped.

I groaned as I sank into her cunt. Her pussy engulfed my shaft. I groaned, loving the feel of her wonderful pussy swallowing my dick. She felt incredible. My heart pounded as inch after inch of her pussy engulfed my cock.

My daughter’s cunt swallowed my dick.

“Daddy!” she purred, her round tits jiggling before me. She sank her pussy all the way down my cock. “Oh, Daddy, you’re in me. You’re the best for letting me fuck you.”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling at her. “Really?”

She bit her lower lip in a coquettish way, her pigtails swaying about her face. “Uh-huh.”

She slid her pussy up my cock. I groaned as her hot, tight sheath massaged me. She felt incredible. I groaned, savoring that wonderful glide. My hands grabbed her breasts. I squeezed and kneaded them. I massaged her boobs. She smiled at me as my fingers dug into her tits.

Then she slid her pussy back down my cock. She engulfed me again. Her pussy swallowed every inch of my shaft. It was incredible to feel. I loved the way she embraced me. She swallowed my dick with such ease, taking every inch of my cock again. And again. My little girl rode me.

“Daddy!” she breathed, her breast bouncing before me, full of all that teenage perkiness. “Oh, you’re the best daddy. Mmm, so big in me. Oooh, Mommy made me to love you.”

“Yeah,” I groaned and grabbed her breasts.

I squeezed my daughter’s ripe mounds. She purred in delight, her pussy clenching tighter about my cock. The incestuous glide of her flesh working up and down my cock was amazing. My fingers dug into her tits. She whimpered, her blue eyes sparkling.

She rode me faster, the recliner creaking. The ache swelled at the tip of my dick. Her pussy brought me closer and closer to that magical moment of cumming in her snatch. She grinned at me, delight shining in her eyes.

“This is even better than you licking me, Daddy,” she moaned. “Mmm, I want to make love to you all the time.” Her hands stroked my chest, finger playing with the curls. “You’re so hot, Daddy. Such a stud.”

“You’re gorgeous,” I groaned, my fingers digging into her tits.

She beamed at me, her pussy sliding down my cock, the friction bringing me closer and closer to cumming. Her hot sheath massaged me. She held me in the heaven of her cunt. I groaned, my fingers digging into her tits.

My balls tightened. Every moment, I hurtled closer and closer to cumming in my little girl’s cunt. She smiled at me, her hips dancing in circles, stirring her twat around my dick. This delightful twist massaged my shaft.

“Damn,” I groaned.

“Are you going to cum in me, Daddy?” she moaned, her pussy sliding down my cock. “Are you going to erupt? Just flood me with all your cum?”

“Yes,” I groaned, my face twisting in delight.

“Yay!” she squealed, her pussy clamping down hard on my cock. “Because, Daddy, I’m going to cum even harder than when I drenched your face.”

She leaned in and kissed me, my hands slipping from her ripe breasts. Her tits pressed into my chest as her tongue licked at my lips, tasting her pussy. I groaned, my balls tightening. I didn’t know why it was so hot that she was tasting her cunt on my lips.

But my hands grabbed her ass, squeezing her as I hurtled towards my climax. I couldn’t hold back much longer, not with her hard nipples rubbing into my chest and her mouth sealed on mine. She impaled her cunt down my cock.

Squealed.

Her pussy went wild around my dick.

I groaned as her flesh rippled and sucked at my cock. I groaned, my back arching. Her tongue thrust past my lips while her pussy sucked at my aching dick. I groaned and then my nuts boiled over. My cum surged up my shaft.

I fired my incestuous seed into my deflowered daughter’s pussy.

I groaned, my cock erupting over and over again. I pumped her full of my cum. Spurt after spurt of my jizz pumped into my daughter’s cunt. I unloaded over and over again. I groaned at the delight. It rushed through me.

Pleasure hammered at my mind. Forbidden and taboo bliss. My fingers dug into her rump as her pussy writhed around my spurting cock. She squealed into my lips, her cunt milking me. My daughter was draining my balls with her twat.

She broke the kiss. “Oh, Daddy, I hope you made a baby in me! Best dad ever!”

“Oh, god,” I groaned, firing the last of my cum into her pussy. I panted, my heart screaming in my chest. “Oh, god, what have I done.”

“Loved me,” she gushed in delight.

Then the front door opened and Sarah and Janelle entered with grocery bags rustling. I groaned, my dick buried in my youngest daughter’s pussy, guilt rippling through me. What had happened today? Why did this belt buckle turn my youngest into a complete slut?

And why weren’t my other two daughters glaring at me but smiling in delight?

To be continued…

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