Teaching Daddy Compassion
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete - by Limnophile
Chapter 3
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Warning: review story tags / codes before reading! - - - After Jan's father humiliates her at a sex shop, Mom helps her get revenge and teach Daddy compassion. This is the sequel to "Teaching Daughter Caution". - - -This story includes involuntary crossdressing (man forced to wear makeup and woman's clothing), pegging (woman fucking man's ass with toy), fem-dom, and daughter-dad incest. She fucks Daddy's butt, not the other way around.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing TransGender Fiction Sharing Incest Father Daughter DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Anal Sex Enema Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Petting Scatology Sex Toys Public Sex Caution Revenge
The TV screen flickered with the opening credits of Doing Daddy’s Dung Hole, the title pulsing in garish neon pink. I sat rigidly between Emily and Jan, my bare thighs sticking to the leather sofa, the plug in my ass throbbing with every shift of my weight. Ketchup - Christ, ketchup - threatened to seep past the silicone barrier if I so much as coughed.
Jan’s fingers traced idle circles on my inner thigh, her nails occasionally grazing the base of my cock. “You’re twitching,” she murmured, her breath warm against my ear. “Does it feel good when I touch you here?” Her fingertip pressed just below the head, and I gritted my teeth. Onscreen, a brunette in fishnets was lubing up a ridiculously oversized dildo, smirking at the camera like she knew exactly how hard I was trying not to react.
Emily chuckled, popping a handful of popcorn into her mouth. “Look at him - sweating like a sinner in church.” She reached across me, her fingers intertwining with Jan’s as they both toyed with me, their laughter harmonizing with the porn’s exaggerated moans. “Bet you never thought you’d be the one taking it up the ass while your women call the shots, huh?”
The plug shifted, and I hissed. “I’m - I’m not gonna -”
Jan’s grip tightened. “Oh, you are. Just not yet.” Her other hand lifted the remote, pausing the film on a close-up of penetration. “See how the guy in the movie arches his back? That’s how you’re gonna look when I peg your pooper.”
I survived six more pegging and anal sex scenes, including a gay threesome, with my wife and daughter teasing my cock occasionally.
When the movie ended, the plug twisted inside me, Emily’s doing. Jan’s fingers danced along the base of my cock. Ketchup squelched inside me, threatening escape. “BATHROOM,” I gasped.
Emily smirked. “Go. But leave the heels on.”
The trek to the bathroom was torture - every step jostled the plug, my ankles wobbling in the ridiculous pumps. Jan followed only a step behind me. “Hurry up, Dad. I wanna see you push it out.”
The moment I reached the toilet, I yanked the plug free. Thick crimson globs splattered into the toilet, mingling with soapy remnants of the enema. Humiliation burned hotter than the sting in my ass.
Jan stood there, stripping and readying the strapon belt, inserting a thin but long rubbery toy. “I think I’ll call my new sissyboy daughter Sally. Do you like your new Daddy, Sally?” My traitorous cock twitched back to full attention.
“So much! Love my new Daddy!”
She grinned, stepping closer. “Aw. You like seeing me like this?” Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, stroking once. “And calling your daughter Daddy? Good. Because Mom says you have to suck it and beg your new Daddy to buttfuck you.”
Emily leaned against the sink, arms crossed. “And after she wrecks that tight little hole? You’re eating my pussy while she watches - no hands allowed. Might even let you rub your face in Jan’s too, if you behave.” She smirked. “Bet that gets you leaking.”
I groaned - half-dread, half-desperation - as Jan guided the toy’s tip to my lips. The silicone tasted faintly of cherry lube. My tongue flicked out instinctively, lapping at the sheen of moisture there. Jan’s breath hitched. “Holy shit. He’s good at this.”
Emily’s laugh was dark velvet. “Told you he’d fold. Now make him choke on it.”
The dildo slid deeper, my gag reflex flaring - until Jan’s free hand gripped my hair, forcing my nose against her pelvis. Her scent flooded me: salt, sweat, the musk of arousal. My cock jerked, pre-cum beading at the tip.
“Such a slut,” she murmured, rocking her hips. “You wanna taste more than silicone? Lick me properly after.”
Emily uncrossed her legs with deliberate slowness, her skirt hiking up. “Better hurry. My clit’s throbbing just watching.”
I whimpered around the toy. Every slurp, every bob of my head sealed my fate tighter - and God help me, I ached for it.
The bathroom smelled like sex and cheap strawberry lube. Jan’s thighs trembled against my cheeks as she thrust shallowly into my mouth, her moans pitching higher. “Fuck, your tongue - right there - “ Her hips stuttered. Behind her, Emily’s skirt pooled on the tiles as she stepped out of her panties, one heel propped on the toilet seat.
“Jan,” Emily purred, two fingers circling her glistening slit. “Flip him over. I want to watch that asshole wink when you slide in.”
Jan yanked the dildo free with a wet pop, my lips chasing it instinctively before shame caught up. She unbuckled the strap-on, letting it dangle from one hand as she climbed onto the sink counter. “Hands and knees, Dad. And don’t let that pretty cock drip on my floor.” Her bare feet hooked under my arms, flipping me effortlessly. The heels dug into my ribs - her shoes now, not mine.
Emily’s fingers replaced the plug without warning, crooking inside me to scoop out the last of the ketchup. “Still tight,” she mused, smearing the mess down my taint. “Gonna be loose when we’re done with you.”
Jan’s lube-slicked fingers replaced hers, stretching me obscenely. “Mom,” she gasped, “his dick jumps each time you go in!”
Emily’s laughter was low and hungry. “Wait till he feels you bottom out.”
The dildo’s blunt head pressed against me. I braced - and Jan sheathed her thin nearly foot-long cocktoy in one smooth thrust.
White-hot fullness! My cock jerked, dripping pre-cum onto the tile. Jan’s hips snapped forward again, her nails biting into my hips. “Say it,” she demanded.
“F-fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your slutty new daughter Sally!” I choked out.
Emily’s hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back to watch Jan’s tits bounce with every thrust. “‘Louder.”
“FUCK ME, DADDY!” The words tore from me, raggedly shameful and full of lust. Jan’s rhythm stuttered, her moan hardening me further.
Emily Dally’s palm cracked against my. ass. “Again.”
Jan’s thrusts turned erratic, her thighs slapping against mine. “Gonna - gonna” - “ Emily!’ A free hand clamped around my cock, stroking in time with Jan’s frenzy. “Cum for your Daddy, Sally. Show how much you love your new daddy’s big cock.”
I came, screaming. The neighbors probably heard me shout, “YES DADDY!”
Jan followed with a sob, her hips grinding deep as she thrust the silicone rod farther inside me. Emily’s fingers never stopped working my oversensitive cock, milking every last drop until I collapsed onto the cool tiles, twitching.
Jan slid out with a wet sound, her strap-on glistening. She crouched beside me, her fingers tracing my spent hole. “Still gaping,” she whispered, awed.
Emily toed my hip. “Cleanup time. Lick every drop off her toy.” Her smirk was vicious. “Then it’s my turn.”
Jan straddled my face before I could groan, her slick dripping onto my tongue. “Suck me clean, Sally.”
And God help me - I did.
She wiped two fingers along my sperm-soaked belly. “Mmmm! That’s the flavor I love! Next time, put it in my mouth, Sally.”
Emily gasped. “How do you know what it tastes like? I thought you’re still a virgin?”
“I am! Last weekend, I helped my girlfriend Marissa blow her step-brothers. They kissed our kitties half the night, for blowjobs that only lasted a minute, maybe two. Hehehe! The triplets are only fifteen, but WOW can they munch a muff!”