Chapter 3: Daughters Pleasing Daddy

I groaned, my orgasm shivering through me, my dick lodged in Crystal’s pussy. She was the second daughter I’d fucked today. My fantasies of taking my daughters, using their underage cunts, had come to life today thanks to an impossible device.

The Halo.

A ring of gold housing nanites. They’d changed my mind, allowing me to rewrite the brainwaves of others and control them. I imposed my will upon two of my daughters and Crystal’s friend/lesbian lover Jessica. First, I deflowered fourteen-year-old Kitty then I took her upstairs where Crystal and Jessica were fucking in her bedroom. I broke in Jessica’s ass, had Crystal suck my cock clean, then pounded her tight, fifteen-year-old cunt.

What a treat.

I didn’t understand why the Institute of Apotheosis Research gave me this Halo. Their name implied they were creating gods, apparently through technology. Why me? What did they hope to gain by this? They sounded more a cult than a technology company.

Maybe that was it. They were just following the delusional commands of their founder. I guess it really didn’t matter. Not when I got to enjoy my desires finally. After lusting after my daughters, I enjoyed their bodies so much.

“Oh, Daddy,” groaned Crystal as she rolled off of me, my dick sliding out of her pussy. Her round breasts jiggled as she sank on her back, legs spread wide, a look of euphoria on her lips.

Downstairs, someone moved. Either my wife, Anne, was home from Pilates or our seventeen-year-old, twin daughters were back from their youth group meeting at church. Either way, I was eager to have more fun.

“Well, Kitten,” I grinned at my youngest, a petite thing with her blonde hair in pigtails, her face smeared with Jessica’s pussy juices. The pair had sixty-nined while Crystal rode my dick. “You wanted to eat Daddy’s cum out of your sister’s pussy.”

“Yes!” Kitty gasped, her blue eyes so bright. She jumped off Jessica and threw herself on the bed. Springs creaked as she bounced between her older sister’s thighs.

“Holy shit!” Crystal gasped.

Kitty buried her face into her sister’s twat with so much enthusiasm. She licked and lapped, devouring my incestuous seed out of her sister’s well-fucked pussy. My dick throbbed, still hard. Another thing the nanites gave me: increased sexual stamina. Well, they wanted to make me into a god. So I had to be strong and healthy and virile.

Like Zeus. He fucked everything he could, too.

Footsteps creaked up the stairs. Over Crystal’s panting moans, I only heard one person climbing. So my wife was back from Pilates. Part of me was disappointed. I wanted the twins. I wanted to fuck their tight snatches and then watch them lick my cum out of their identical pussies.

God, that would be so hot.

“Oh, Kitty,” groaned Crystal.

“Kitty, you’re not bothering your sister, are you?” my wife called as she walked down the second floor hallway. I stared at my daughter’s open door, eager for this moment. “I told you to stop being a brat and going in her room.”

“She’s not bothering me at all, Mom!” Crystal gasped, her hands squeezing those youthful breasts, small handfuls but bigger than Kitty’s budding mounds. “Oh, my god, yes!”

“What are you two girls doing... ?” My wife’s words trailed off as she stepped into the doorway. She stared into the room at the sight of the underage orgy, Kitty’s ass pointed right at her, her cute hips wiggling as she feasted on Crystal’s snatch. Jessica lounged naked on the floor, her large breasts rising and falling with her heavy breaths.

My wife’s jaw dropped.

She stood stunned in her sweat pants and t-shirt, her face flushed from Pilates, brown hair mussed and tousled. Her gym bag fell out of her hand and landed with a muffled thud on the carpet. She shook her head.

Her eyes found me, dick wet. Her jaw worked. A strangled groan burst from her lips. Then a red flush washed across her face. Eyes hardened. Hands twisted into claws. Angry words hiss out of her mouth, a teapot hitting boil.

“You fucking bastard! You fucked our daughters! Oh, I’m going to have your ass thrown in jail, you fucking pervert!”

“Mom?” Crystal gasped in shock. “Why are you so angry? Daddy can fuck us all he wants.”

“We’re his whores, Mommy,” Kitty moaned between hot licks. “He told us so.”

Jessica nodded her head in agreement. “He explained it to us, Mrs. Horne.”

“I’m sure he did,” she snapped. She bent down, opening up her gym bag’s side pocket. She pulled out her cell phone. “I’m going to have you arrested!”

“Drop your phone,” I calmly said, a small tingle racing through my thoughts as I dominated her brain.

My wife gave me such a sneer. “Like I’d ever...” She trailed off, her hand relaxing, phone tumbling through the air. The phone, clad in a purple protective sheath, hit the carpet on its corner, bouncing into the room. Letting out a snarl of irritation, she shot down to grab it.

“Don’t pick up your phone.”

Her hand froze, fingers about to snag it. She jerked upright, a startled look in her eyes. “What is going on? How are you doing that, Michael?”

“Just come here and suck my dick clean of our daughter’s pussy juices, and I’ll explain it to you.”

“You fucking pervert,” she said, marching towards me. “You have to be out of your goddamn mind if you’d think I’d do that.” She fell to her knees before me. “What is wrong—”

She silenced herself by engulfing my dick in her mouth, sucking our daughter’s pussy juices off of my cock. I groaned, my wife’s familiar mouth wrapped about my cock. I shuddered, breathing in deeply as she sucked my shaft.

I smelled the perfume she wore.

I’d forgotten she put on perfume before going to Pilates. It seemed weird. She claimed she did it to keep herself smelling good. I could detect her sweat beneath it and a salty musk. I frowned, my wife bobbing her mouth up and down my dick, her eyes staring up at me wide with fright, the color drained from her face.

“Relax,” I told her. “You have nothing to be afraid of.” My stomach twisted. “You like the taste of your daughter’s pussy.”

“Crystal tastes so good, Mommy,” Kitty moaned beside us. “Especially full of Daddy’s cum.”

My wife did relax, my thoughts prickling hard as I rewrote her thoughts. Color blossomed in her cheeks again. Her dark eyes didn’t tremble. She sucked harder, her tongue swiping around the shaft as she groaned her enjoyment.

“Mmm, yes, she does taste amazing, Mrs. Horne,” Jessica groaned.

I leaned back on my elbows, glancing at my daughter’s lesbian incest beside me, Crystal smiling at me as she ground her shaved snatch on her little sister’s mouth. My dick throbbed in my wife’s hungry mouth, her hair brushing my naked thighs as she bobbed her head.

Kitty feasted on her older sister’s cunt with the same enthusiasm she did everything. Her tongue licked wildly, flailing upward, striking Crystal’s clit. It made my middle daughter squirm and moan, her hands squeezing her tits.

“Come sit on your girlfriend’s face, Jessica,” I groaned. “I think Crystal needs to do something with her mouth.”

“Yes, Master!” Jessica groaned, hopping to her feet, her dark hair swaying, her large tits bouncing. She had such big, pillowy tits, larger than my wife’s. They swayed as the fifteen-year-old climbed onto the bed and deftly mounted my daughter, bringing her shaved snatch to Crystal’s hungry mouth. “Oh, honey, yes, lick me.”

“Did you know Crystal and Jessica are lovers?” I asked my wife, stroking through her brown hair, my balls throbbing as her hot mouth sucked and pleased me.

My wife moaned a “Yes” about my dick.

“Really?”

“You did, Mrs. Horne?” gasped Jessica, her huge tits swaying just beside my head as she squirmed on my daughter’s face.

My wife just kept sucking. She couldn’t stop if she wanted to.

“Incest is perfectly fine,” I told my wife. “You have the hots for your daughters. You want to eat all their pussies.” My vision fuzzed. Spots of pain wormed through my brain. I groaned. “You’re so happy they’re daddy’s whores. You want them to make me happy.” I pulled her mouth off my dick. “And why do you want them to make me happy?”

“Because you’re their father,” she panted, shivering.

“And not because you want me to be happy?”

“I do want you to be happy,” she moaned, trembling. “Please, I need to keep sucking your dick. I have to make you happy.”

“I love you,” I said.

“Love you,” she moaned and then groaned in relief when I let go of her hair. She engulfed my dick with such hunger, sucking it into her mouth.

“I can’t wait for Mommy to lick my pussy,” Kitty said, face smeared with pussy juices and cum. “And to lick hers.”

“She birthed you, so I think you owe her,” I said, the pleasure swelling in my balls, my lusts building so fast beneath my wife’s eager blowjob.

I couldn’t remember the last time she sucked my cock with so much enthusiasm.

“Now keep licking your sister. Don’t leave her frustrated.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

Crystal let out a groan of relief when Kitty started licking again. She seized Jessica’s thighs, clutching them as she devoured her lover’s pussy. Jessica quivered, those lush tits swaying beside me. I loved watching them. Loved having my own harem.

“Daddy’s got such a beautiful harem,” I groaned. “You must be so happy, Anne. Our daughters are so eager to please me. Us.”

My wife moaned about my cock, sucking even harder.

I grinned at her. “Yes, you are. You want all our daughters to lick that hot pussy of yours. Eat the very cunt that birthed them. And you want to feel them suckle at your tits again. Imagine the twins sucking at your breasts, both of them loving your nipples, their identical faces staring up at you. That will be hot.”

Just thinking it, picturing my brassy-haired twins sucking at their mother’s tits at the same time, their hands fingering each other’s twats, made me groan. My balls tensed. My wife sucked so hard, so hungrily.

“Fuck!” My dick erupted. My cum fired into my wife’s mouth. “Don’t spit it out. Drink it. You love the taste of my cum!” A small prickle caressed my mind.

My wife gulped down my cum, her hips wiggling, her brown hair swaying. I groaned, my hand tightening in her hair as I flooded her mouth with all my jizz. Every blast sent rapture sweeping through my body.

“Drink all his yummy cum, Mommy!” Kitty moaned, voice muffled by her sister’s twat.

“Go, Master,” moaned Jessica. “Flood her mouth. Ooh, Mistress must like your jizz.”

“Mistress?” I grunted, my wife sucking the last drops of jizz out of my cock.

“Well, she’s your wife. That makes her my mistress. Right?”

I grinned at her. “Right.” I glanced down at my wife. “That makes you wet, too, having this teenage slut call you mistress.”

My wife kept sucking on my dick.

Beside me, Crystal moaned and bucked, cumming hard on Kitty’s mouth. She screamed her pleasure into Jessica’s cunt. My daughter’s fingers dug into her friend’s thighs, gripping them hard as she groaned and squirmed.

My cock throbbed in my wife’s mouth. She bobbed hard, eager to make me cum a second time. I almost wanted to. But Kitty’s face popped up from her sister’s thighs, staring so imploringly at me. She licked her pussy-stained face, and I knew just what she wanted.

To play with Mommy’s pussy.

“You can stop, Anne,” I groaned, my dick throbbing in her mouth. “And answer my question. Does it make you hot when Jessica calls you Mistress?”

Anne popped her mouth off my dick. “Of course it does, hun. So hot. Look at those tits. They’re huge. You must be in heaven right now.”

“So in heaven,” I grinned at her. “Why don’t you strip naked and join the fun.”

“Oh, no, I need to shower first,” my wife said, standing up and grabbing the hem of her shirt. “I’m all sweaty from Pilates.”

“Nonsense,” I grinned, “you have to do it. You have to obey me now.”

My wife pulled off her shirt, her eyes widening in panic. “No, no, I really can’t. I need to shower. Please, Michael.”

Her shirt reached her breast, but instead of her gray sports bra I expected to see, she had a lacy, red bra, a black bow between the two cups. It lifted her round breasts into a jiggling mound of cleavage. I blinked. Why would she wear a sexy bra to... ?

My stomach twisted.

Tears burned in her eyes. She looked away as she kicked off her tennis shoes and peeled down her sweatpants. A matching pair of panties, cut almost as narrow as a thong and made entirely of lace, adorned her pussy. The crotch soaked, her thighs messy.

Streaked with white.

A chill squirmed in my stomach. More tears fell down her cheeks. Her body trembled as she reached behind her, unhooking her bra. Her tits fell out, a dark mark on the inner slope, the fading red from amorous lips sucking at her tits.

“I’m sorry, Michael,” she whispered, her hands hooking the waistband of her soiled panties. She pulled them down, revealing the mess of cum staining her brown bush. Another man’s seed dribbled out of my wife’s pussy. “It ... I was just so ... You’ve been so distant lately. You haven’t paid attention to me. And then ... my Pilates instructor ... And it just ... I’m sorry.”

“You’re cheating on Daddy!” Kitty screeched.

“You whore!” Crystal roared, pushing her friend off her face. Jessica didn’t complain. “How could you do that?”

“Your father wasn’t paying attention to me,” my wife protested, her hands covering her pussy, hiding the proof of her adultery. “He was always distracted. I even thought ... there might be another woman.”

Four, actually. I’d been obsessed with my daughters for years as they matured. But, still, she cheated on me. Anger swelled in me. Hurt, betrayed. More tears fell down her cheeks as my hand clenched. What to do about her?

And about the man who fucked my wife?

“Go, shower!” I snarled. “Wash that whore cunt clean of his spunk then get your ass back in here!”

My thoughts itched. She bolted out of the room. The bathroom door crashed open. The shower curtain rasped as she flung it aside. The water hissed on. She hadn’t even closed the door. I sat on the bed, Kitty crawling into my lap, hugging me.

“I can’t believe Mommy would do that to you,” she said, squirming on my hard dick, rubbing that cute ass up and down it as she stared up at me with liquid eyes. “I’m so sorry, Daddy.”

“God, she makes us go to church every Sunday,” grimaced Crystal, “and she’s having an affair.”

I nodded my head. I wanted to throw her out. I wanted to send her out into the street to be a cheap whore. She thinks she can just fuck another guy? Why, because I’ve been a little distracted by our daughters and their nubile bodies? Any guy would. They were beauties.

But she was still my wife. And, a part of me not consumed by the anger, twinged with guilt. I had, technically, cheated on her. With three girls. What made me any different?

Well, the Halo. I could do it. Mine didn’t hurt her. Not after I told her it didn’t. She didn’t feel this horrible, sickening twist in her guts or this raging fire in her belly. She didn’t burn to punish me for fucking our daughters.

She accepted it. She was about to join in the fun. So it wasn’t really cheating. Not if I was including her. But she...

The shower shut off. My wife darted back into the room, her body still dripping wet, her pubic hair drenched, no sign of cum remained. She still cried, eyes swollen as she fidgeted in the middle of the room.

“Cheating wives are punished,” I growled. “They deserve it for being whores and going behind their husbands backs. Don’t they?”

My thoughts hardly twinged. My wife needed no convincing. “Yes, hun. I do. I’m so sorry.”

“Are you really sorry?” I asked. “Do you even love me?”

“I am sorry,” she gasped. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I just ... needed something. Someone to pay attention to me, and Scott was there. I couldn’t help myself. I do ... love you. I just ... thought you didn’t love me.”

“If you loved Daddy, you wouldn’t have cheated on him!” Kitty screeched.

My wife flinched as I cradled our youngest on my lap. I made my decision on how to punish her. “Since you are sorry and love me, I won’t throw you out on the street. But you’re still a whore to me. You’ll have to work hard to please me again. Do you want to do that?”

She nodded her head. “I can be your whore. I can. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done it. I felt so bad after every time, but ... I was weak.”

“Bend your ass over the bed. Girls, your mother’s been naughty. She needs a spanking.” I gave Kitty a vicious grin. “Just like she used to spank you when you were naughty. Bare ass and all. Make her rump glow red.”

“Yes, Daddy!” Kitty exclaimed, bouncing on my lap.

“We’ll make her hurt, Daddy,” Crystal grinned, licking her lips. “We’ll punish her so hard.”

“Yes, do it!” Jessica hissed. “The fucking whore deserves to be beaten.”

My wife didn’t say a word. She just bent over the bed, her naked ass a firm curve, Pilates giving her body a sexy, athletic tone, melting off some of the weight being in her forties had put on her. I groaned, admiring the view.

This Scott had to be punished, too. But that was for later.

I grabbed Jessica’s dark hair, pulling her along with me as I moved off the bed to watch. I pushed the teenager to her knees. She engulfed my cock like a good slut, sucking and bobbing her mouth, her hands resting on my thighs, fingernails biting into my muscles.

But my attention was wholly on my wife’s cheating ass. Our daughters flanked her, both grinning, their faces smeared in pussy. Kitty went first, slapping her hand hard on her mother’s right asscheek. A mighty crack echoed through the room.

A bright, red hand print appeared.

My wife gasped in pain.

Crystal grinned. Her firm tits bounced as she smacked her hand down hard, adding a second bright-red handprint on my wife’s left butt-cheek. Anne groaned, the bed creaking, her supple back arching.

“She felt those,” I said, my hips pumping, fucking my cock in and out of Jessica’s wet mouth.

“Yeah, she did, Daddy!” grinned Crystal as Kitty wound up for another spanking.

SMACK!

My wife yelped, her ass clenching.

CRACK!

“Ouch!” she gasped. “Girls, not so hard!”

“Hard!” I hissed. “It’s your punishment, whore. Accept it.”

“Yes, hun,” she groaned then winced as Kitty’s hand landed on her ass, intensifying the red.