Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 63

“I darted forward and took my daddy’s bulbous head into my mouth, sucking out as much precum as he could generate, like a baby nursing on a bottle. The moment he felt my mouth envelop him, my dad’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a groan. After that, all tension between us dissolved. I bobbed up and down on his cock and moaned and he gripped the back of my head, thrusting gently to meet me, as if we had done it a hundred times before.

“I did my best to take as much of him into my mouth as I could, but he was so big and I was so little. My small mouth, still encircled with toothpaste, couldn’t get much further past his bulbous crown. He filled me up more than any of my other lovers could. Still, I tried to down him, pressing his shaft as far back as my tiny mouth would let him go. He, too, wanted to go deeper, and he pressed on the back of my head, gripping my hair, encouraging me onward. I felt my throat strain, and I gagged. I was too small to deep throat my father then, so I pulled back.

“His cock drew out a thick glob of oozy spit that spilled and hung down my chin, swinging onto my chest and splattering my thighs. I coughed and wiped my mouth with the back of my arm, but grinned up at him and dove back in for more. I puckered up and slid my moistened lips down the length of his shaft several times; at least once on each side, and a few times along the sensitive underside.

“He moaned and groaned as I continued my ministrations. ‘Fuck, Hazel, where did you learn this?’

“The truth was that I had learned it over the last few months with my friend Greg and my two teachers. And Mr. Avery was especially keen to improve my techniques. But of course I didn’t tell my father that. Instead, I giggled and said, ‘No one daddy, I’m just a natural cock-sucking slut,’ which is what Mr. Avery was fond of telling me. Then I dove back onto daddy’s member, bobbing my mouth up and down on it, sucking as much of his fat cock as I could and forcing my tongue against the ejection button on the underside, pulsing precum down my throat and coaxing his jizz up from his balls.

“I liked talking dirty to him, and of course, doing anything sexual at all was enough to dial up my nerves. Much of the time I was servicing my dad, I was also swirling my finger around my swollen clit, and up and down the length of my pussy lips. I remember my juices had surged out of my pussy, down my ass and thighs and all over the toilet seat. Yet this time, I remained lucid through the experience. I wasn’t obliviously lost in lust like I so often had been. Maybe it was because I had just woken up from my nap. Maybe it was because I had cum so much already that day.

“Like the others I had sucked off in the past, my dad’s thrusting grew more vigorous as my blowie continued, and it was hard for my ass to stay put on the slick plastic seat underneath me. His motions also gave me a glimpse of his heavy ballsack swinging back and forth. Until that moment, I had given little regard to such territory, but I was hypnotized by the way my dad’s set moved. While my cheeks strained against his prodding cock, I reached my hands up to cradle his sack. I felt the weight of his testicles and enclosed my hands upon them.

“That caused my dad’s knees to buckle, and suddenly he gasped and vacated my lips. Like with Mr. Avery, I felt an urgency in getting his warm pole back in my mouth and nearly dove for it, but I heard him grunt and saw him grip the base of his cock, which gave me pause. A moment later, a runny white substance spilled from the slit of his penis. It looked somewhere between precum and actual cum. I had never seen it before.

“‘Did you cum, Daddy?’ I asked, curious for a taste either way.

“’No, baby, almost,’ he panted, ‘but Daddy doesn’t want to cum yet.’ He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily, catching his breath from his near orgasm. His legs were shaking and he leaned back against the sink. ‘What say we go to the bedroom, kiddo?’

“I was eager to get off of the cold, slippery toilet seat, so I nodded and said, ‘Uh huh,’ and slid onto my two bare feet. I discovered that my dad wasn’t the only one weak in the knees, and I staggered forward with a yip and a giggle. Ever my protector, my dad reached out after me and caught me in his large hands. He circled them around my chest, which was a thrill of its own, and picked me up into the air and carried me to my bedroom. I squealed with joy, and I could smell the aroma of the leaked cum wafting off of his fingers, which heightened my lustiness.

“Once at my bed, Daddy tore the blankets down and tossed me down like a ragdoll and I shrieked and giggled again. Instantly, I splayed out all my limbs and looked up from beneath his hovering frame. I laid there, my chest heaving, surging with adrenaline and hormones while he stood there admiring me.

“He didn’t move for some time, but after a moment, he urged quietly, ‘Say it.’

“‘What?’ I inquired, puzzled.

“‘Say it, baby,’ he repeated.

“Then I knew what he wanted. I blushed and bit my lip. It felt silly, for some reason, to say it in that moment. It felt naughty and I was suddenly and uncharacteristically shy. But deep within me I found the courage. I bit my thumbnail and, looking him in the eye, said with a timid grin, ‘Fuck me, Daddy.’ He exhaled slowly and bent over me, casting his large shadow over my small frame. I repeated it again with more enthusiasm, ‘Fuck me, Daddy,’ and he gave out a loud groan. I giggled with lusty joy as he swung his leg over me, drawing his hardened, heavy cock across my soft abdomen. My words turned into pleas, ‘Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me! I want your hard cock in my pussy. Fuck your baby girl, Daddy!’

“I felt the hot flesh of his rod inching ever closer to my leaking chalice. And at last, his swollen tip reached my crack. I could feel his warm, silky precum streaking my belly, copious, rolling down my sides in fat beads, and mixing with my own sweat and juices. My body writhed around, out of my control, trying to join with my father.

“Slowly, he began to hump against me, gliding his cock along the shallow dip of my cunt, the soft banks of my labia cradling and moistening his shaft. His knobby veins pulled lightly on my clit as each one slid by. He craned his neck down to kiss me on the mouth. Not as a father and daughter normally would, but as forbidden lovers. Together we gasped and cried wordlessly into each others mouths at our mammalian rutting, all tongues and breath and spit, letting pleasure alone guide us, take us.

“Finally he spoke, ‘Alright baby girl, it’s time.’

“I nodded, pleading with my eyes, ‘Yes, daddy. I need it. I need your cum.’

“Daddy lifted himself up off of me and I craned my neck up, watching between our bodies as he brought his large member into alignment with my ready hole. I felt him press into me, so I pushed my hips up in opposition. Despite my messy lubrication, it was difficult to fit him inside of my little schoolgirl snatch. When I think about it, I can still feel him stretching me out, even today.

It hurt a little bit, my pussy straining against his bulbous head, but at the same time felt more wonderful than anything I had felt before. All of the sex with my boyfriend or Mr. Grainger, or the barrage that Mr. Avery put me through, that all felt good at the time, but it still didn’t prepare me for fucking my father, especially that first time. The act was spiritual.

“‘I love you, Daddy. I love your cock. It’s stretching my little cunny so much,’ I cried as I speared myself wildly onto his descending staff. With each thrust, I managed to take a little bit more of him into me, but my pussy was so snug that sometimes it would only budge a few millimeters. Still, every one of those millimeters amplified the electric connection I had with my daddy tenfold.

millimeters. Still, every one of those millimeters amplified the electric connection I had with my daddy tenfold.

By the time he hit bottom, I was cum-dumb. I no longer had words. Just whimpers, moans, and sighs. My brain was doing flips and I could only babble incoherently if I tried to say anything at all. If I wanted to stop now, I wouldn’t have been able to form the words to say so.

“He attempted to continue pushing inside of me, but I cried out and winced. His full length wasn’t even all the way inside me, but my womb blocked the way; Daddy’s cock was too long for his baby’s little pussy. Fuck, he was almost too big in girth.

“He craned his neck down to look at me below and said, ‘I’m inside you, Baby.’ I looked up at him and giggled irrationally in pleasure, trying to catch my breath, trying to tell him not to stop. But where I couldn’t speak, my body communicated for me, wriggling on his cock, getting my cunny acclimated to his size.

“With our ample lubrication working together, I began to feel a slight caress against the perceptive walls of my stretched furrow. His shaft began to glide back out of my cunt’s grip. I felt orgasmic pleasure tingling over every millimeter that his cock traveled and it radiated all the way out to my body. The ecstasy grew quickly, in fact, unexpectedly so.

“Once he was in motion, he slid right out of me, and as his bulbous crown pulled itself through me and exited my body, it left a void in my gaping cunt. I could feel the rush of cool air invade me and my pussy suddenly spasmed. I was hit with a shower of sparks across my vision. I was cumming and I wasn’t ready for it. I gasped and choked. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I convulsed in euphoria. My legs shook wildly, and my hips and ass quivered. I felt a rapid pulsing in my vagina and a torrent of cum suddenly spilled from within me. It drenched my bed, and sprayed onto my father’s cock and abdomen.

“Daddy groaned as he watched me cum from his cock. Though my limbs were limp and flailing, my hands searched for my clit and flicked back and forth across it, extending my frenzy for several seconds longer. It felt naughty in that moment, touching myself for my father.

“Finally, I came down from my euphoria. My head began to clear and I felt a little bit embarrassed then. Part of my brain was screaming at me, ‘How could you? This is your dad. You’re not supposed to have sex with him.’ I wanted to cover my nakedness. To bury my face in shame. But another part was calm, the part that recognized how much love was in our familial union. We were making love, and I had wanted it. I had begged my daddy all week to come and take me, and now he had. But he still wasn’t finished, and neither was I. He had been inside me once, but it wasn’t fucking, not yet.

“When my breathing had calmed down a bit, I looked up at him again. He was still watching me, but he had moved from being on top of me, to sitting with his back against the headboard of my bed. He lightly stroked his erection. I didn’t know how, but I was still extremely turned on, despite having just came.

“‘Come here,’ he said, and patted his lap. I dutifully crawled over to him and swung a leg over both of his to straddle him. I inched my way up until my pussy nestled up against his ballsack. My spent cum dribbled out of me and over his balls. My clit settled against the turgid bottom of his shaft, and I shuddered.

“Then Daddy pressed his cock forward with one hand, so that it stood tall off his body, sticking straight up into the air. The sensitive underside brushed against my tummy. He sighed at the feeling of my soft and clammy skin against his. He tapped it against me and said, ‘Climb on, baby girl.’ I didn’t understand at first, but he urged me forward, ‘You can control the rhythm if you’re on top.’

“My eyes went wide. I had never been on top before. In my experience, and in all the videos I had seen online, the girl was always the one being fucked. Now, here was my daddy letting me take the lead.

“I lifted myself off of him, and got to my feet. A strand of my cum still connected my pussy to his scrotum, and a fat bead descended along it. His cock was standing so tall, there was no way I could have gotten him inside me from a kneeling position. I could barely straddle him as it was with my legs spread wide. I braced myself with both my hands on his shoulders and looked down between us, aligning my hole with his member. I lowered myself until the head of his cock pushed into my entrance and flayed my labia apart. Once again, I felt my father invade my nether regions. I hissed, ‘Fuck, Daddy.’

“‘Hazel, baby girl, you feel so good. I can’t believe you’re riding me. You’re doing good baby. Just do whatever you need to feel good on Daddy’s cock. I’m here for you.’

“Our previous fuck session was brief, but it had prepared my body for our second go around. I was still extremely lubricated from my orgasm and this time, I was able to sink onto his thick erection more easily. I mewled as I took every inch, my father groaning along with me. Soon I was as far down as I could go. My channel couldn’t fit his entire length back then. Still, I tried to jam myself onto him further. It was no use; the tip of his dick pressed against my womb. I looked down at my pussy, and saw my dewy lips stretched wider than I ever thought possible. My juices oozed around the perimeter of my entrance. My little pussy was so tight I could see the base of my father’s veiny tree trunk expand as it left my body.

“Once I had memorized the sight, I wasted no time in getting the show moving. I lifted myself from a squat until he very nearly exited me, and then slid back down over his shaft once again. It was heaven, every inch up and back. I repeated this action over and over again, bouncing my small body on top of my daddy’s lap, feeling every inch of his manhood invade me. I gripped his shoulders for leverage and he encircled my waist with his hands, helping me to keep my momentum as my legs began to tire. My thighs burned as I performed one sensual squat after another. My girlish grunting filled the air, mixing with his low-pitched groans, as my own father split me in two.

A sheen of sweat broke out across my whole body, and droplets mixed together and ran down my chest, a signal that I was getting closer to yet another orgasm.

That’s when my daddy wrapped one arm around me, grabbing me and holding me under my ass, and pulled me close to him. With the other hand, he maneuvered it between us and prodded his thumb into the crevice between my lips. He easily found the stiff bud of my clit, and pressed, causing my brain to go haywire.

‘Daddy!’ I squealed in pleasure, renewing my rutting on his cock. I spat filthy words. ‘Daddy, I want your cum. I want you to cum inside me. Fill your little girl’s cunny with your hot cum. All daddies want their little girls’ pussies.”

“‘No,’ my father retorted through grunts as he continued to plunge me onto his cock, ‘Daddies can’t cum in their girls’ pussies.’

“‘But I’ve seen it, Daddy. Fathers cum in their daughters in the videos I found. And Mr. Avery wants to cum in his daughter, too.’

“‘How— how do you know this?’ my father stammered. ‘You’re so young.’

“Rather than answer him, rather than tell the truth, I dodged the subject altogether and held him close and whined quietly into his ear, ‘I love you daddy. I’m loving you with my little pussy. I want you to love me with your cum.’

“My dirty talk was too much for him and it put him over the edge. I could feel his eruption coming several seconds before it actually happened. It began as a low rumble in my dad’s throat and grew until he was moaning aloud, mouth agape, eyes shut tight. Then his body started to writhe and I thought he was going to pull me off of him. Instead, suddenly his hips pushed into the air, and me along with. It startled me and I stopped my humping. I opened my eyes wide and took in the sight. I felt a slight stinging as my pussy stretched a few millimeters more, accommodating one final swell of my father’s engorged cock.

“Then I could feel my insides being showered with searing hot cum. Daddy’s cock pulsed rapidly against my vaginal walls and painted them with the same semen that had conceived me scant years before.

“And, for me, something changed. But not before I began to feel an orgasm of my own building. I felt a tingle in the walls of my pussy, that shot straight through my chest and into my brain. It seemed to shut off every part of me, one by one. First my legs felt a pleasurable warmth flow through them, when suddenly they stopped working. I could no longer maintain my squat and I collapsed forward onto my daddy’s chest. He grabbed me and held me against him, which was just as well, because then my arms felt the same warmth and pleasure grow to consume them and they, too, gave way. I couldn’t have held onto him if I wanted to. The ecstasy was beyond what I had felt in so many months, but it also made me scared. I attempted to croak out tiny words to tell my father, my protector, to help me, but all I could say was ‘Daddy,’ before my mouth and eyes, too, stopped working like normal. Daddy says he watched me, and says that my eyes gave a thousand yard stare and that my mouth hung open with a slight smile. I grunted and gurgled incoherently, lost in a sea of blissful, orgasmic ecstasy. My mind had shut down and all I could conceive of was the pleasure of my cummies.

“His cock remained inside. It seemed the only muscles that still worked for me were in my pussy, which clamped on tight to my dad’s dick with strong spasms. It was almost as if my cunt was milking him of every last drop of his cum. And cum he did. He continued to ejaculate into my pussy the entire time. In my cum-dumb state, my body could only flail limply upon his. He swears it was 30 seconds or more of straight orgasm for him, and he pumped his cum into my womb the entire time.

“Finally, his firing cock slowed and his hips stopped battering against mine. His whole body gave one final shudder of relief, and we both knew we were done at last. One-by-one, my body parts began to reboot in the opposite order they shut down. My eyes flickered back to life and my breathing returned to normal. I could have spoken again, but I didn’t have the words just then. I just wanted to continue to be held by my dad. His body was slick, but still warm and intensely comforting. I didn’t want the moment to end, so I just sighed contentedly and cooed as he petted my hair and my fingers traced shapes of nothing on my father’s chest.

“Eventually, I fell asleep on top of him. I don’t remember when he finally pulled out of me, or when he tucked me in to bed, but he eventually went to his own room.

“And then, the next day, we discovered that I had been cured and life has been reasonably normal since then.”

Hazel finished her story and a pregnant pause hung in the car as Warrick tried to comprehend the end of the story.

Finally, he shook his head in disbelief. “Wait, what? You were cured? What do you mean?”

“I mean, I stopped having those intense bouts of hysteria. I didn’t have the uncontrollable urge to have sex every few hours, and I stopped drowning my panties in girl cum.”

“And…” Warrick attempted to piece the conclusion together in his mind, “You think having sex with your father was what cured you?”

“Yeah,” Hazel said, then contemplated, “I mean, what else could it have been?”

“I don’t know,” Warrick replied, “But don’t you think that seems a bit far-fetched?”

“I know what I felt. When he came inside me, it was almost like my body rebooted. I think it makes sense on a biological level. I was born from his sperm, and it was his sperm that reset me to my factory settings, so to speak.”

Just then, Hazel’s phone buzzed and both adults jumped out of their seats. “Jesus Christ, that scared me,” Warrick said.

Hazel checked it and said, “Right, it’s Ivy. She’s asking where we are.” The startle seemed to knock them back to reality. They had a child to check up on. “We should get moving.” She texted back, “Omw.”

Warrick sat as Hazel shifted the car back into drive and started moving back toward home once again. After some time, he asked, “How am I just now hearing about this?”

Hazel shrugged. “It just hasn’t really mattered. Once I was cured, life returned mostly back to the way it was.”

“Have you told anyone else?”

“Of course not,” Hazel said, indignantly, “You think anybody is just going to think it’s okay for me to have a sexual relationship with my father? They’d probably tell me to seek help, or worse, have him arrested. Nobody gets what happened that night.” Then Hazel mused briefly and said with a smirk, “I suppose Ivy might be receptive.”

“What?”

“What? I’ve heard the way she talks about her brother. Plus, he’s dating a girl that’s practically her twin.”

“I didn’t know she had a brother,” Warrick said. He had known Ivy sexually over the years thanks to his wife, but their conversations were typically surface-level. Whenever she started talking with Hazel, he tended to tune out.

“It’s amazing what you can know about someone when you do more than have sex with them,” Hazel jeered.

“So that was that, then?” Warrick picked up the topic of Hazel’s father again. “You and dad fucked and then it was all over.”

Hazel turned to look at her husband and nodded, but then turned away and said, “Well…” before drifting off into silence.

Warrick snapped his head to look at her, but she kept her eyes on the road. “Well?”

“Well…” Hazel sighed, “we had sex after that, too.”

“Really? So you weren’t cured after all?”

“Oh no, I was. I never felt that same sort of urgent need for cummies after that, but… I mean, it was still fun.”

“You continued to fuck your dad for fun,” Warrick reiterated in disbelief. “How much? For how long?”

“A lot, I guess. But think about it: we had kind of crossed the line already. There wasn’t really any going back. Since we had done it once, there was nothing there anymore to prevent us from doing it again. I enjoyed it. And he enjoyed it, too. It really brought us closer together; not just physically, but emotionally, as well.”

Warrick didn’t say anything.

“You know how we’re close, right, he and I?”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you be affectionate with him, but I didn’t know you were that close,” Warrick huffed in amazement. He thought for a moment and a suspicion came into his head, and as soon as it did, he felt compelled to get it out in the air. “Are you still fucking him?”

Hazel chuckled. “No, not any more. Not since the week before our wedding.”

“Our wedding.” Warrick was startled that she had been having sex with her father the whole time they were dating and even engaged.

“And,” Hazel continued, “I guess Thanksgiving a few years ago. But that was the last time!”

“A few years ago?”

“Yeah, remember when we all got drunk? You ended up falling asleep, and, well, it kind of felt like old times.”

“You cheated on me with your dad,” Warrick said dryly. He could no longer muster up a sense of surprise about his wife’s actions.

“Well, now we’re even, since you cheated on me with Elsie.”

“But you cheated on me with our own daughter!”

“But you can fuck her tonight!”

“That’s ridiculous. I’m not fucking our daughter!”

“But it will make her better!” Hazel cried. “Please. I know it sounds horrible, but it will work. It really worked for me.”

Warrick sighed and calmed his anger, thinking for a moment. “This all seems so wrong to me. I don’t want to have sex with Brie.” To Warrick, it was only something he felt like he should say, not something he actually believed himself.

“Well, she told me she wants to have sex with you.”

“How do you know that?”

“We talked about it before we made love. I told her she had to keep it a secret. I guess that lasted about as long as it took her to get her lips around your cock this morning.”

Warrick swallowed the lump in his throat as he relived the moment. “She’s my daughter. I don’t have that kind of attraction to her,” he lied.

“Oh yeah? Then why’d you call out her name while cumming inside me?”

“I never—” Warrick stopped short. “Wait. You mean this morning?”

Hazel nodded.

The realization spread through him. “Oh god.”

“It’s fine,” Hazel reassured. After a beat, she smirked, “It was honestly kind of hot.” She turned to look at her husband and ribbed him, “The one time. Just don’t make that mistake again. I won’t be made jealous of my own nubile daughter.”

The Novas were quickly approaching home and both of them were unconsciously preparing to shift back into parent mode once they arrived, but Warrick had one more question. “One last thing, if this cure was all it took from the very beginning, why didn’t you just tell me when it all started happening to Brie?”

“Tell you that it was imperative for you to molest your daughter? You never would have heard me out before having me locked up. I needed you to soften up to the idea. I needed you to experience, to some degree, the truth of what was going on inside of her. I needed to seduce you with the idea. You think you would have just said ‘okay’ that first afternoon after the doctor’s visit?”

Warrick thought about their car trip home, when Hazel had masturbated Brie after they had learned of her affliction. It now made more sense why that had happened. His cock had subsided after his wife’s torrid origin story had ended, but reliving this experience—watching his daughter orgasm and squirt for the first time—caused him to swell once again. “I mean, I might have been open to the idea early on.”

“She’s my daughter. I don’t have that kind of attraction to her,” Hazel mocked as she pulled the car into the driveway.



To be continued...
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