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Alex Thompson – Militant Lesbian Feminist

This was it. This was my chance to stop the insanity sweeping through the world. Anger burned through me. I ran a hand over my shaved head. I pursed lips painted with an ugly, black lipstick. I didn’t dress to show off my femininity.

I hid it. Destroyed it. Men wanted me to be beautiful. Fuck those pigs. And fuck Trevor Daniels and all fathers out there who were abusing their daughters. Just thinking about it infuriated me more and more.

“Today, we’re joined by Alex Thompson,” said LaRhonda, the host of the show. She was dressed to impress men with her tight, beige dress that hugged her curvy and voluptuous form. The Black woman’s hair fell about her face in thick curls, her nails pink and long. “She is the author of Fuck Fathers: The Emancipation of Daughters from the Patriarchal Chains of Incest. She objects to the growing movement of fathers loving their daughters promulgated by Trevor Daniels.”

I marched out on stage, my combat boots smacking on the polished floor. The lights flooded my eyes. A gasp ran from the audience made up of mostly middle-aged White housewives. The sort of bored and toxic women who allowed the slavery of our gender to continue. They refused to throw off the shackles of the patriarchy. Of fathers.

I sneered at them as I reached the comfy chair I was supposed to sit in. I sat down in it, legs spread wide. I wore a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt, wearing something masculine. I hoped they all gasped at how unladylike I sat.

“Thanks for being here today, Alex,” said LaRhonda. She had a big smile for me. “So, your book, Fuck Fathers, is not an endorsement of father-daughter incest, but a refutation of it.”

“Absolutely,” I hissed, glaring out at the women in the audience. “All heterosexual intercourse is rape, but father-daughter incest is the most insidious of them all. It stops the development of women. It holds back their social progress and leaves them trapped in the state of slave-dependency upon their father and the patriarchy as a whole. It’s disgusting. And that we, as a society, are endorsing it proves just how diseased our species is.”

“Heterosexual intercourse is rape?” LaRhonda asked, arching an eyebrow. “I take it you are a lesbian.”

“Lesbianism is the only freedom for women!” I faced the crowd. “It’s the only way to be free of the toxic chains of the patriarchy and our fathers who want us to become housewives. We’re twenty years into this sick experiment that Trevor Daniels started, and across the developing world, the college attendance of young women is plummeting. When I was born, it was 60% women going to college, now, it’s 30%. More and more young women are embracing the role of housewife and homemaker after they’ve been raped by their fathers in their teenage years. Fourteen-year-old girls are spreading their legs for their fathers. It has crippled their development. They are marrying their fathers or young men who remind them of their fathers. They are staying at home. Becoming mothers. There are more and more women who want to repel the 19th Amendment.

“Repel it!” I was so angry. The words pouring out of me. “They want to give up the right to vote. Polls even show that these women want to be the legal properties of their fathers or husbands. We’re backsliding hundreds of years.”

“An interesting perspective,” said LaRhonda.

“I don’t see you married to your father or fucking him,” I accused. “You’re not falling for this toxic backslide. These women are internalizing the misogyny of their rapist fathers. They are traumatized by what has happened to them.”

“So your father never tried to make love to you?” LaRhonda asked.

“He tried. I wouldn’t have it. I could see in his eyes he didn’t care about me. He just wanted to ravish his little princess. He wanted to despoil me like I was a piece of meat to be chewed up and spit out. Fuck fathers, ladies! Tell them to go to hell. It’s time we took back our power!”

A scatter of applause echoed through the room that was quickly swallowed by an angry muttering.

“What about the research of scientists that have discovered the Daddy-Daughter lifestyle produces healthier children, that girls stay younger and fitter, that the obesity levels in America have been on the decline as more girls and women want to stay at a healthy weight to please their fathers and husbands. Life expectancy is climbing. Crime is down.”

“All lies,” I sneered. “Fake news. We’re going backward when we should be going forward. There’s a reason daughter-father incest has been outlawed for thousands of years. Even men, pigs that they are, once knew it was wrong. We have devolved as a species. It’s gross.”

“Well, we have Trevor Daniels here with his oldest daughter, Janelle, to give their perspective,” said LaRhonda.

“What?” I gasped, feeling blindsided by the revelation.

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Trevor Daniels

I stepped out on stage to the thunderous applause from the audience, my eldest daughter Janelle on my arm. She wore a tight, red dress that hugged her curvy figure. At thirty-eight, she still looked as hot as a woman in her twenties, her breasts large and lactating. I had left my other daughters at home. I had three generations of them. My original three were born to my deceased wife (Janelle, Sarah, and Tonya), then their daughters (Rose, Daisy, and Lily), and my youngest three daughters were also my great-granddaughters (Ruby, Diamond, and Linda).

It was a full life I had. I was going to breed a fourth generation of daughters before I died. Just another nine years and they would be ripe. I would have another amazing birthday deflowering three more of my daughters.

“I fuck my father because of you!” screamed from the crowd.

“Dads are the best!”

“My husband shares me with my father and his!”

“My daughter’s father is my father!”

“I love licking my father’s cum out of our daughter’s pussy!”

“I love my father!”

It was such heartening words. Then I saw Alex. I had helped a lot of troubled, young women find happiness with their fathers, but she was one of the most lost and damaged. A militant dyke feminist with her head shaved and black lipstick on. She wore unflattering, masculine clothes to hide what curves her body must-have. She was young, only twenty, so it wasn’t too late for her. She could become that beautiful princess she once was for her father.

“Alex has it all wrong,” I said as I sat down. “Girls are not being enslaved. They are being liberated to finally love their fathers like they wanted. To give themselves to the most important man in their lives. Some, like my daughters, want to stay with him for the rest of their lives. Others marry good, strong men who understand their wives still have to love their fathers. It’s a beautiful thing. Every metric says so. Until I started teaching daughter-daddy love, every year the happiness index for American women had gone down. Since the forties, women in America had become more and more dissatisfied. They were depressed. Miserable. On various drugs to deal with their various neuroticism. They were missing out more and more on what they wanted.

“To love their fathers. To be wives. Mothers. Nurtures. They were enslaved by the lie of feminism and it nearly destroyed them, but now women are forming healthy and loving relationships with their fathers and husbands. They are happy letting the men go out and work while they stay home with the children.”

A thunderous applause roared through the studio. The audience stood as they cheered.

Alex shot to her feet and shot me a venomous look. “Doesn’t change that they’re slaves. That they’re being abused. Just because Stockholm syndrome has set it and they think they love their abusers, doesn’t—”

“Think!” Janelle bolted to her feet, her big boobs bouncing in her tight dress. Her blonde hair danced around her face. She glared at Alex. “I don’t think I love my daddy. I know it. I have loved him since my sisters and I realized he was the best daddy ever. We gave ourselves to him. He didn’t seduce us. We seduced him. And it was magical taking my father’s cock into me. I felt whole. Complete. I am not his slave. I am his daughter-wife. Submission isn’t being taken, it’s the ultimate gift. One ladies used to make willingly until a bunch of bitter, ugly women like you convinced our grandmothers and mothers that they should as miserable as those hags. As dykes like you!”

“Dyke!” Alex spluttered, anger on her face.

I smiled. I knew Janelle was the perfect daughter for this.

“Yes, dyke!” snarled Janelle. “You’re like all those other dykes I’ve met. You hate your daddy because he didn’t give you the dick you crave, so you threw a fit. And like a child, you declared you don’t want men.”

“That’s disgusting!” spat Alex. “I don’t want my father’s cock. I’m no child!”

“Look at what you did to yourself,” Janelle said. “You destroyed your beauty to spite your father. If that’s now what a child does, then tell me why you’re such a petty adult.”

“P-petty!” spluttered Alex, her face twisting in outrage.

I beamed in pride at my daughter.

“Oh, yes, you want your father’s cock,” purred Janelle. “You rebelled as a teenager. When you were fourteen, you wanted him to just throw you down and ram his cock into your pussy, but he respected your rebellion. You saw him as weak and kept rebelling. You became a dyke because your father didn’t have the balls to bend you over the family dinner table and take your cherry while your mother served the casserole.”

“You’re disgusting!” Alex looked about to charge my daughter and claw out her face.

“Oh, we’ll prove that you want your father, right, Daddy.” Janelle threw a look at me over her shoulder full of feminine lust. She was a MILF these days, but still gorgeous. She looked young and sexy to me. Her boobs still perfect. They hadn’t sagged at all.

“Yes, we will,” I said and unbuckled my special belt. I didn’t know why it worked, where my daughters had even gotten it, but it had changed the world and my life. Those words, Best Dad, made me smile even now. I opened my fly and unzipped my pants.

I pulled out my cock.

“There’s that beautiful dick,” Janelle said and just pulled off her dress. Right here before the crowd and the cameras, she bared her naked and beautiful body. Her large breasts bounced into view, her nipples fat and dark-red. Her shaved pussy dripped juices. She was so aroused right now.

Alex gasped, her eyes widening. She stared down at my crotch. At my fatherly cock. Color blossomed across her cheeks. Then her anger and hatred twisted her features into something ugly. She wrenched her gaze away.

As Janelle straddled me, her gorgeous boobs bouncing before my eyes, Alex hissed, “Are you going to let them fuck on your show?”

“What do you think?” LaRhonda asked her audience.

Wild cheers and claps answered.

Janelle grabbed my cock. I could see her delight. Her love. She was just as gorgeous as she was at eighteen on that special birthday. I could see Mary in her features. She looked more like her mother every day. I wished Mary was here. I knew, thanks to the belt buckle, my wife would have supported this new lifestyle.

My daughter’s pussy lips kissed the tip of my dick. She glanced over at Alex and winked at the militant lesbian. Then my daughter impaled her cunt down my dick. I groaned as her hot twat devoured my cock. I slid into her hot flesh.

“Oh, yes!” Janelle moaned. “Mmm, that’s the cock that made me. That’s the cock that I love. Yes, yes, yes! That’s incredible! Oh, Alex, there’s nothing like having your father’s dick in you. He started your life in your mother’s womb, now he can start life in yours. It’s wonderful. What you were made for!”

Alex ground her teeth together.

My daughter purred in delight and slid her pussy up my cock. I grabbed her ass, squeezing her rump and helping her. Her big boobs bounced before my eyes. I loved the sight as she worked her pussy up and down my dick. She slammed her cunt down my cock and then squeezed her snatch around my dick. She slid back up me.

It was incredible. Amazing. I groaned, my face twisted by the pleasure of this moment. Her pussy squeezed about me. She felt wonderful. Just amazing. I groaned. A wicked gleam filled her eyes as she worked her cunt up and down my dick.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Oh, fuck, that’s good. That’s amazing, Janelle. I feel so complete when I’m in one of my daughters.”

“Mmm, that’s my line, Daddy,” cooed Janelle. She squeezed her cunt around my cock and worked her pussy up and down my dick. “Yes, yes, that’s amazing, Daddy. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” I groaned and then latched onto a dark-red nipple.

My daughter squealed, her pussy clenching about my cock. She squeezed about me while Alex glared at us and ranted. She hissed and snarled, muttering about patriarchy and slavery and rape, but there was no denying that Janelle did this willingly. That she rode me.

I squeezed her rump and groaned around her nipple. I savored my daughter’s pussy sliding up and down my dick. The pleasure was incredible. I rose and rose towards my orgasm, her taboo twat massaging me. The ache built and built at the tip.

“Mmm, Alex,” purred Janelle. “Or Alexandra, right? That’s your real name.”

“Alex is the name I choose!”

“When you were younger, how many times did you finger your pussy and imagine riding your dad’s cock. How many times did you wait to be old enough for him to finally fuck you?”

“N-never!”

“Riiiight,” my daughter groaned as she impaled her cunt down my dick. “Mmm, you are missing out. There is nothing like riding your father’s cock. It is a thing of magic. A thing of wonder. Oh, yes, yes, it’s a thing of perfection. I love every moment of it. Every last second of working my cunt up and down his dick. I am so happy right now.”

“Good for you,” sneered Alex. “I don’t want it. I’m a lesbian.”

“All dykes are mad for cock,” moaned my daughter. “They all want their daddies to fuck them. That’s why they’re so angry. Right, ladies. They never got that joy.”

“RIIIIIIGGGGHTTTT!” the audience roared.

God, my Janelle was perfect. I groped her ass, loving the words that were coming from her lips. They were so exciting to hear. My dick throbbed in her cunt. I rose towards my orgasm. I suckled hard on her nipple. Her blue eyes flashed down at me, her blonde hair tumbling about her face.

She smiled at me as she impaled her cunt down my dick. Her pussy gripped me on the slide back up. I shuddered, loving the feel of her cunt massaging my shaft. She brought me closer and closer to cumming.

“Daddy,” she moaned. “Oh, Daddy, I’m going to cum so hard on your dick. My pussy is going to go wild!”

I popped my mouth off her nipple and growled, “Cum, honey. I love feeling your pussy going wild on my dick. It makes me proud every time.”

Alex made a fake retching sound.

“Mmm, jealous that I get to do this?” Janelle moaned and impaled herself on my cunt. She gasped, her pussy going wild about my dick. “That I get to cum on my daddy’s dick! Oh, yes, yes!”

She bucked on me, her pussy sliding up and down as her flesh writhed about me. I groaned, loving the sucking passion of her cunt. My fingers dug into her rump. I held her tight as her flesh went wild around my cock. She nursed at me with that hungry snatch of hers.

“Fuck!” I snarled. “I’m going to flood your cunt, honey. Your pussy wants my cum! Every daughter’s pussy wants her daddy’s cum!”

“Yes!” she squealed. “Cum in me, Daddy! Flood me! I love you!”

The audience burst into cheers as I erupted into my daughter’s cunt. I fired blast after blast of jizz into her. I pumped her full of all that spunk in my balls. My face contorted with delight as I splashed her cervix with my cum.

My daughter’s cunt writhed around my cock. Janelle moaned, the incestuous thrill shooting through me. Rapture slammed into my mind as I pumped her pussy full of all the spunk in my balls. I basted her with my cum.

“Fuck,” I groaned as her pussy milked out the last of my cum.

“Oh, Daddy, yes, yes,” whimpered my daughter. “I love you!”

She kissed me, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. I groaned, kissing her back as I fired the last blast of my cum into her pussy. I basted her with everything that I had. I groaned as the pleasure hit that peak in me and died down. It was amazing to fuck my daughter.

And now it was time to seduce Alex into daddy-daughter incest.

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Alex Thompson

I hated having to watch that disgusting sight. And I hated how wet I was. My panties were soaked. Soaked! I was so turned on right now. It couldn’t be the incest. It had to be Janelle and those big tits of hers. She had such big boobs. That was why I was so wet.

Wetter than I could ever remember being. My cheeks burned. My face blazed. Janelle kissed her father. His tongue raped her mouth just like his cock raped her pussy. He had flooded her with cum. And she loved it.

My pussy clenched with a burning need.

“You’re wasting yourself on a man!” I hissed at Janelle as she slid off her father’s cock. He emerged wet and gleaming. His seed instantly poured out of her pussy and down her thighs. Milky and thick with seed. “And you’re wasting your time doing this. I don’t want my daddy at all.”

“You don’t?” Trevor Daniels asked as he put away his cock. He buckled up his pants and his belt, the words “Best Dad” gleaming on the front in some sort of mockery of everything that I stood for. This was infuriating to me. I wanted to claw out his face as he stood up and stared at me with such paternal caring. He thought he was fixing me. “Don’t you want your father, young lady?”

“I don’t want to fuck my father!” I snarled in disgust. This was sickening. A joke. What is going on here? Why had that bitch LaRhonda brought me here? Just to mock me? Just to make light of my beliefs. That’s what it seemed like.

It was sickening that she thought she could get away with this. My heart pounded with fury

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“Then prove it,” Janelle purred, facing me naked, her father’s seed running down her thigh. It was so sick to witness. “Your father’s here, too.”

“What?” I gasped and whipped my head around to see my father walking out in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I blinked in shock at the fit, older man, his brown hair neatly combed I hadn’t seen him in a year. “Why are you here?”

The crowd clapped and applauded. The sick, brainwashed bitches out there were all eager to see me get used by my father. To be abused by him. I swallowed, my pussy still so hot from Janelle standing there with her tits out.

“I’m here to love you, honey,” Dad said. He sounded so understanding. That lie that he was my friend and didn’t just lust after my body. “To make you my little princess once more.”

“If your daddy doesn’t turn you on, then here is your chance to prove it,” Trevor said. “If my daughter’s wrong, you won’t respond. You won’t cum. So, here, before everyone in the audience and watching streamed live across the world, you have your chance to prove that dykes aren’t really girls who want to be ravished by their fathers and are angry they never got the chance.”

Fury shot through me. “Fine!”

“Okay, Mr. Thompson,” Trevor said, “you need to take off her clothes slowly. Lovingly.”

“Sure,” my father said, swallowing. He was such a weak man. He looked strong, but he wasn’t. This would be easy to resist. He would never have the balls to do anything with me. He was too much of a coward.

I glared at him, folding my arms across my chest. But to my surprise, he reached out and started unbuttoning my shirt. I was so shocked. I stared up at him. He smiled at me. Smiled. Like he saw me as his beautiful daughter. I wasn’t beautiful. Look at how I dressed!

He worked the buttons down one after the other. I trembled, my heart racing. He popped each button through the eyelet, exposing more and more of me. I trembled, my breasts rising and falling in my sports bra. He smiled at me as he opened my blouse and took it off, letting it fall to the ground.

“You’re not going to claim me, Vern,” I hissed, using his first name.

“Sure I am, Alex,” he said. “I’ll get my Alexandra back.”

“She died. You killed her with your lusts.”

“I don’t think so,” he said and reached behind me with a boldness that shocked me. Where was this father when I was younger?

He unhooked my bra. I gasped as he pulled off my bra, the straps spilling off my shoulders. My small breasts came into sight. They weren’t Janelle’s big tits. She was cuddled with her father. He stroked her naked thigh, watching us.

“Play with your daughter’s breasts before you take off her slacks and panties,” said Trevor. “You want to get her aroused. Get her used to your touch. She’ll enjoy it.”

“I won’t enjoy a man—my father!—pawing me,” I spat even as my father cupped my small breasts.

He massaged them. I shuddered at his touch. His fingers kneaded my breasts. He worked into my flesh, touching me in ways that I found shocking. My heart pounded in my chest. I sucked in deep breaths. Was this really happening? Was my father really touching me like this?

He was. He was kneading my tits. I bit my lower lip, struggling not to moan. Why was my body betraying me? Why did my pussy get hotter and hotter? My hips wiggled from side to side as he played with my breasts.

“Mmm, she loves it, Daddy,” Janelle cooed.

“I don’t!” I spat. “But I’ll endure it if it means other young women can see that they don’t need their fathers. That they don’t need the patriarchy!”

“Right, right,” Janelle purred.

“Suck on her nipple, Mr. Thompson,” Trevor said. “Nibble a bit. Make her feel loved.”

“Okay,” my father groaned, his thumbs sweeping over my nipples. A shiver ran through me.

Then his lips sealed around my right nub. I gasped at the feel of a man touching me in that way. My eyes bulged. A wave of heat rushed through me. This was insane. I couldn’t believe he was touching me like this. My heart pounded in my chest. I beat so wildly. I shuddered, in shock at what was happening. This was so surreal. I wanted to moan. To groan. His masculine lips felt…

Right?

No, no, that couldn’t be possible. I couldn’t want this. I couldn’t crave it. That was insane. There had to be another explanation. I swallowed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. He nursed on me with hunger. He suckled with passion.

“Now stroke down her sides and start taking off her pants,” Trevor said. “But don’t stop sucking on her nipple. Even nibble with your lips. Love her like you have her mother.”

Dad suckled hard. I gasped, my cunt clenching. This was insane. My body loved this. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I seized my anger at my weak father even as his strong hand slid down my hips to my pants. He slid along the slacks and found the fly. He undid the fastener. The zipper rasped down.

Before all those watching people, he stripped off my pants. I shuddered in shock. My heart pounded in my chest. My hips wiggled back and forth as my slacks slid down my thighs and then past my knees. My pussy clenched.

“This isn’t working, Dad,” I hissed. “I like women! You’re just wasting your time.”

He popped his mouth off my nipple. “How could trying to bring back my Alexandra be a waste of time. You were such a beautiful girl. You can be a gorgeous woman again.”

“Rip off her panties and see how wet she is,” purred Janelle. “Right, Daddy?”

“That’s what you should do next, Mr. Thompson,” Trevor said. “Just rip those panties down, shove her down on the chair, and eat her cunt out. Show her that it’s so much better with a guy. With her father.”
“Yes,” my dad groaned and fell to his knees before me. He was listening to this nonsense.

He ripped off my panties. I gasped, the tangy aroma of my pussy filling the air. I was shaved, my panties drenched with my excitement. Daddy breathed in, smelling my arousal. Embarrassment washed through me. I fed it into my anger as I stepped out of my panties.

“That’s just Janelle that has me so turned on,” I hissed before my father could say anything. “You have nothing to do with it, Vern!”

“Nothing?” he asked and grabbed my hips. He pushed me back. I stumbled and fell on the chair I had been sitting in.

LaRhonda watched on, this big smile on her lips. She wanted to see me surrender. They all did. All these women were traitors to the cause. They wanted men more than their own liberation. It was sick how weak they were. How much they wanted their daddies to eat out their wet and dripping cunts, their whore-pussies burning for his big and throbbing dick. They should want dildos, not fleshy cocks ramming into their twats.

My father buried his face into my snatch. I gasped as he licked at me. My back arched from the shock of his whiskers rubbing on my shaved flesh. I was unprepared for the feel of his stubble to rasp against my flesh. I groaned, my features twisting with the pleasure rushing through me.

His tongue licked with skill at my pussy. My eyes widened. Was this why Mom always rolled her eyes when I ranted about how much better women were at pussy eating. Daddy knew what he was doing. I shuddered on the chair, my head tossing and small titties jiggling.

“She loves it,” purred Janelle as she cuddled with her father. “Mmm, look at her, Daddy.”

“Her father knows what he’s doing,” said Trevor, smiling at his daughter. “He just needed that push.”

“He is not doing anything to me!” I hissed. “I am not succumbing to him or anything. I’m not!”

Daddy thrust his tongue into my pussy. I gasped, my cunt clenching around him. My face contorted from the sudden pleasure that ran through me. I groaned, fighting against it, trying to find that anger. That hatred. This was the bastard who tried to rape me as a girl.

Who… who… God, why did his tongue have to feel so amazing in me? Why did his whiskers on my pussy lips feel so amazing? I shuddered and groaned, my face twisting with the delight of this moment. It was insane. I groaned, my heart pounding so fast as my father licked and lapped at me.

He feasted on me. He drove his tongue into my snatch. I groaned, my face contorting from the bliss of his licking and lapping. He caressed me with hunger. I moaned, squeezing my thighs around his face for a moment, my back arching.

“I saw that,” Janelle moaned. “Mmm, you’re getting into it.”

“I’m not,” I hissed. “It’s torture. It’s… Fuck!”

Daddy’s tongue licked up to my clit. He drummed against my sensitive bud with such skill. How did he know how to do this to me? How did he know how to lick me like that. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back in my head.

I grabbed the armrests of the chair. I squeezed them with my black-painted fingernails, whimpering. I rubbed my shaved head back into the chair as he nibbled on my clit. He suckled on it with hunger. My pussy clenched.

“You’re not… going to beat me… Vern,” I moaned.

“I don’t want to beat you,” Dad said, his eyes staring up at me with all that fake, poisonous love. That deceitful passion. “I want to make you cum.”

He suckled hard on my clit. I gasped at that. My back arched. The pleasure shot through me. It was intense powerful. I couldn’t believe how great he was. How much it made me want to cum. I was hurtling towards it. Rising towards that burst of pleasures. I would have such a huge climax.

This was insane. It could not be happening to me. My hands balled into fists. I pounded the armrests as his tongue danced around my bud. My entire body shuddered. I tossed my head from side to side. I squealed out my passion.

I came on my father’s lips.

“Oh, my god, Daddy!” I squealed before I could stop myself.

My pussy cream gushed out. The tangy aroma of my passion filled the air. The audience whooped and hollered, clapping hard as the pleasure drowned my mind. Intense waves of rapture washed out of my twat and swept over my thoughts.

I drowned in incestuous ecstasy. I quivered through forbidden euphoria. My thighs clamped around my father’s face, holding him to my pussy. I groaned, my breasts quivering. The chair groaned as my pleasure lifted me higher and higher. I shuddered and then floated on ecstasy.

“Oh, my god,” I whimpered. “Oh, my god, Daddy, that… What… You… What did you do to me?”

“I made you cum, honey,” he groaned and stood up.

“No, no,” I hissed in complete denial, my body buzzing. “You forced me to cum. You made me climax. I didn’t want to be violated by you.”

“Then why did you call your father ‘Daddy’ when you climaxed,” Trevor asked while my father ripped off his sweatshirt, revealing his fit figure.

“I didn’t,” I hissed. I couldn’t have said that, right? But I was coming so hard. “And what are you doing, Vern? Why are you getting naked?”

“You have to feel your father’s cock in you to know what you really want,” said Janelle. “You have to take his cock in you and still claim you’d rather be a dyke who settles with rubber dicks instead of the real deal. Your daddy’s big and thick dick.”

“Fine!” I hissed, my pussy clenching and aching despite the orgasm I just had.

Dad shoved off his sweatpants. His cock popped out. I swallowed as it bobbed before me. It was thick and long, the tip pink and beading with his precum. I had never had a man in me. I had sought out other dykes at fifteen and let them use me. Anything to…to…

Forget the hurt that Daddy hadn’t been strong enough to ignore my protests and take me hard. I wanted him to be strong. I craved for him to be a man because… because… I wanted him to be a man. Oh, my god. I wanted my daddy to fuck me hard, and he didn’t. So I had… had…

Rebelled.

He grabbed my thighs and pulled my ass to the edge of the chair. He knelt before me, his cock nuzzling right into my pussy. I shuddered at the feel of his thick cock on me. I glanced to the right. At my book. Fuck Fathers… That was what I had titled it. An act of defiance and also…

A secret wish I had to fuck my father. To be pounded by him. Taken and used by him and now…

His cock thrust into my pussy.

I gasped as his dick entered me. I was supposed to be an example of feminism. Of an emancipated woman, and yet here I was moaning in delight as my father’s cock slid into my pussy. My first real dick. The taboo one that had bought me into this world. I shuddered at the feel of his cock sliding deeper and deeper into me.

“D-Daddy,” I whimpered, my heart pounding so hard as he bottomed out in me.

“My little princess,” he groaned. “I’m finally in you. I finally have you.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Tears burned in my eyes. Janelle was right. This was what I had been craving. What I had truly wanted all this time. I had wasted six years being angry with my father. Six years. The tears spilled down my cheeks. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m so, so sorry for being such a bitch.”

He wiped away my tear. “Shhh, you’re my little princess again.”

“Even if I shaved my head?” I asked. “And wore ugly lipstick?”

“Even then,” he said. “And your beautiful, blonde locks can grow back. You’re still gorgeous, Alexandra. You’ll always be my little princess. I love you.”

He kissed me, his lips wet with my pussy juices. I groaned, squeezing my cunt down around his cock. I shuddered as he drew back his dick. My pussy clung to him. I whimpered into the kiss, loving the feel of his girth in me. It was so exciting to have him thrusting back into me. He plunged to the hilt in my cunt.

I groaned, squeezing my snatch around his cock. I loved the feel of him. I savored the way he thrust into me. He buried over and over again into me. He plunged hard and fast. I groaned, loving the feel of him thrusting into my pussy.

His dick was so warm. So thick and throbbing. This was a real cock. Not a fake. Not a substitute. I whimpered, loving the feel of his girth thrusting into me. His hairy chest rubbed against my little titties. I groaned at the rasp against my nipples.

I had never been happier. I was so thrilled to feel him thrusting into me.

His hands slid beneath the chair to cup my rump. I groaned, my tongue dancing with his. He drove into me with hard strokes. They made me shiver. My pussy clamped down on his cock. I loved the feel of him pumping into me hard and fast. He made me feel so good.

“Wow, they are going at it,” purred LaRhonda as Daddy drove his cock into my pussy.

“Yes, they are,” Trevor said, his voice thick with masculine pride.

“My daddy has helped so many fathers and daughters love each other,” Janelle said. “It’s just so beautiful to see. I’m thrilled to be a part of it.”

So was I.

I was so glad that my daddy was fucking me hard. He drove his cock into my cunt. He fucked me with passion. I squeezed around him, loving every moment of him pumping his dick into me. My pussy drank in the friction, swelling my orgasm.

He broke the kiss, his eyes so hungry. “We have to really show them how much you love this.”

“How, Daddy?” I whimpered, my pussy squeezing around his dick.

“Like this.” He grabbed my rump tight and then he lifted me. I gasped, impaled on his cock. He stood up, turned around, holding me to him. He sat back down, my pussy gripping his dick. Pleasure shot through me as my clit ground into his bush. “There. Ride me, Alexandra.”

“Yes, Daddy!” I moaned, squeezing my cunt around his cock.

I slid up his dick and shivered in delight. I savored the thickness of him The girth. He felt incredible about my cock. I groaned, loving the thrill of riding my daddy. I wasn’t being fucked by him. This was no passive gesture.

I was active. I was showing the world that this was what I wanted. I slammed my cunt down his cock and squealed in delight. His hands fell away from my waist, no longer holding me. He let me control this. Drive it.

I squeezed my cunt around him and threw back my head. I groaned, sliding my snatch up his dick again. My pussy clung to him. I loved the feel of his girth. How long he was. My twat gripped him, holding on tight to him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as I slammed back down him. “Oh, Daddy. Oh, my god, I love your dick, Daddy. Your dick is awesome. It’s amazing! Yes, yes, yes!”

“It looks like you’re really getting into it,” groaned LaRhonda as she watched.

“Mmm, she loves her daddy’s cock,” Janelle cooed. “Just like I knew she would.”

Trevor chuckled. “You are an expert on difficult girls, aren’t you?”

“I am, Daddy.” They kissed. Their lips melting together. I shuddered, their daddy-daughter love so inspiring. My body had been announced when my mind had been in complete denial about what I wanted. But I had it now.

I rode my daddy’s cock. I worked my pussy up and down his cock. I felt so amazing. I hurtled towards my orgasm. I would have such a huge one on his dick. I could feel it building and building as I worked up and down him. He groaned, his fingers squeezing into my rump.

I slammed my cunt down his dick, grinding my clit into his pubic bone. Sparks flared when I did that. Then I slid back up him. He groaned, his hands caressing up my stomach to my chest. My small breasts. He kneaded them.

They were so much smaller than Mom’s, but maybe pregnancy would change that. God, I wanted to have my Daddy’s baby. I stared into his eyes and impaled my cunt down his cock. My clit burst with more sparks.

“I’m going to cum on your dick, Daddy!” I moaned, rising up him again.

“Good,” he groaned, his cock so thick. I loved how he massaged my pussy as I slammed down his girth again. “I want to pump you full of my cum.”

“Yes!” I squealed, wanting that, too.

I rode him faster and faster. I felt the crowd watching me loving his dick. This was incredible. I swelled towards my orgasm. I would have such a big one. I would just climax hard on his cock. My pussy quivered, my flesh drinking in his girth.

I slammed my cunt down my daddy’s dick, his hands rubbing at my breasts. I shuddered at his touch. He pinched my nipples. I gasped, my cunt clamping down on his cock. My pussy drank in the friction. I threw back my head and climaxed.

“Daddy!” I squealed as my pussy writhed around his cock. “Oh, Daddy, I want your baby! I want your baby, Daddy! Give me your baby! Breed me, Daddy! Breed me!”

“Alexandra!” he groaned while the audience burst into applause. They cheered me on. “I love you!”

“I love you, too, Daddy!” I squealed, excitement of the audience sweeping over me as waves of rapture swept through my body and drowned my mind.

Daddy grunted, his face twisted in passion, and he erupted. His cock pumped his baby-making jizz into me. The incestuous flood pumped into my snatch. I gasped in delight. My head tossed back and forth. This wondrous heat swept through me. I groaned, savoring every moment of it his jizz flooding my pussy. He soaked my cervix.

“Breed me, Daddy!” I howled in ecstasy as my pussy writhed and spasmed around his cock.

“Yes, yes, yes!” he grunted, pumping more and more of his cum into my snatch.

I shuddered on him. I bucked, the pleasure rushing through my body. My mind drowned in the ecstasy of this incestuous moment. Daddy pinched my nipples. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger as we both writhed together.

My pussy wrung Daddy’s cock dry. I worked out every drop of spunk that was in his balls. They filled me up. It was incredible to enjoy. I quivered, loving being full of his cum and jizz. I slid my arms around him, staring into his eyes.

“See,” Janelle said, “dykes just want their daddy’s love!”

“We do!” I moaned and kissed my daddy. I finally had it. Six years late, but he was in me. He loved me. And I loved him. This was the happiest moment of my life.

Fuck feminism and being a lesbian. I wanted to be my daddy’s submissive housewife. I wanted to have his babies. I wanted him to care for me.

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Alexandra Thompson – Nine Months later…

“And we’re welcoming back to the show a previous guest, Alexandra Thompson, and her father-husband, Vern!” LaRhonda said, today wearing a leopard print dress.

I shuddered as I swept out in my maternity dress, my boobs jiggling in the low-cut top. They had blossomed with my pregnancy along with my belly. I was due in just a few weeks. I hugged my stomach, a big smile on my lips. Daddy walked beside me.

“Oh, look at you,” LaRhonda said. “You’re hair is delightful. I love that bob.”

I smiled. My blonde hair had grown out to nearly my shoulders. It was so wonderful to be beautiful again. Not to make myself look ugly and disgusting because I hated myself and my father. But no longer. I had married him, Mom looking so happy as I became Daddy’s second wife. She was backstage, so thrilled to be a grandmother. My time as a lesbian taught me a few ways to make her happy, too.

“So, you have really changed,” said LaRhonda as I took a seat beside Daddy.

“I have,” I purred. “I just had to admit that this is what I want. To be pregnant with my daddy’s child and to be his submissive wife. It’s so much more fulfilling than I possibly could have imagined. It was why I had to write my book.”

“Yes, I have it right here,” LaRhonda said, holding it up, a picture of me in my wedding gown, my blonde hair shorter than now. “Dyke to Daughter: How Daddy Love Showed Me Who I Am. What a beautiful title.”

“Thanks,” I said, glancing at the audience. “I want to help young women my age to make the right decision and not fall into the same mistakes that I made. And, of course, to encourage fathers to just bend those rebellious daughters over the dining room table and fuck them hard. That’s what they really want. What they crave. Trust me. I’ve converted some of my dyke friends and they’re all happy. Tow are expecting their daddies’ babies.”

“Wonderful,” LaRhonda said, beaming at me.

I couldn’t help but agree as I turned and planted a hungry kiss on my father’s lips. He boldly cupped my breast right before everyone. The audience cheered us on. I felt so thrilled to be his. This was a wonderful day. I was so thrilled I got to share my story with the world.

I had never been happier thanks to Trevor Daniels. He truly was the world’s best dad, but mine was a close, and virile, second.

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