Chapter 5: Virgin Daughter’s Implanted Passion

Eve “Dusk” Michael

I just blew my sleeping daddy.

It was an incredible experience.

His spunk filled my belly. My seventeen-year-old body trembled in delight from the thrill of crawling into bed and sucking him off. It left me so horny, so in need of him being in me. When I moaned that out loud, he revealed he was still awake.

And that he would take care of me.

Mom was still out of it. Sleeping beside him on her side. I swallowed as the heat in my pussy burned. Having sex with Daddy was something I didn’t know I wanted, but the itch had grown and grown in me as I watched that dumb movie with my little sister, June, downstairs.

“Really?” I asked, keeping my voice at a breathy whisper. I crawled up Daddy’s body, my naked breasts swayed beneath me. “Because I want you to be my first.”

I almost let Brett up the street be my first, but I came to my senses when I was over at his house. But he was so boring. I needed someone exciting. My body trembled as I stared down at Daddy, my strawberry-blonde hair falling loose about my face.

“Please, please, make me into a woman, Daddy,” I moaned. “I’m so ready for it.”

“Let me get you ready,” he said and grabbed my ass. I gaped as he pulled me farther up his body. I shifted my knees, crawling up his chest. Then I was straddling his head. “Let me just taste you before I make you into a woman.”

“Daddy,” I whispered, wanting to be quiet.

I gripped the headboard as I lowered myself to Daddy’s mouth. Mom kept sleeping peacefully beside us. I quivered, my little breasts jiggling. Then I planted my pussy right on Daddy’s mouth, my bush rubbing into his lips. I felt them on my twat.

This was so naughty. I never had anyone go down on me. I glanced over at Mommy. She had no idea. That made this feel even more naughty. Such a wicked thing for me to do. I shuddered and then fought my gasp.

Daddy’s tongue stroked through my pussy lips.

It felt incredible. My daddy ran his tongue from the start of my pussy at my taint, over my hymen, and then he brushed my clit at the end. It felt so much better than touching myself. I gripped the headboard, my hair dancing around my shoulders. My breasts jiggled from the wonderful delight. I whimpered and groaned, the pleasure rushing through my body.

I wiggled my hips from side to side, grinding on him. I smeared my pussy lips on Daddy’s mouth. I shuddered at the amazing feel of his tongue lapping through my folds. He flicked against me. I shuddered and whimpered. My hair danced around my shoulders. My hips wiggled from side to side, grinding on him. The pleasure surged through me. It was outstanding.

I clamped my hand over my mouth so I could whimper and moan into it.

So good.

His tongue darted through my folds over and over. He fluttered up and down. My butt-cheeks clenched. This amazing bliss flowed through me. I wanted to moan, I did, but I couldn’t. I held back my passion as Daddy’s tongue darted through my folds. He did such naughty, wicked things to me. My body trembled as the pleasure built and built in me.

My hips wiggled from side to side, smearing my pussy lips on his mouth. His every lick brought me closer and closer to cumming. My left hand clutched at the headboard. I leaned back, my hair sliding across my shoulders. The tresses tickled me.

Daddy’s hands massaged my rump. He gripped me as I ground on his hungry mouth. He caressed over my hymen. He rubbed on my labia. Then he sucked on my clit. I moaned so loud into my hand. I pressed it tighter. So aware of Mom beside us.

If she woke up...

I was such a naughty daughter.

I just couldn’t help myself. I had Daddy’s amazing tongue licking and lapping at me. He caressed me. Teased me. He delivered such pleasure to me. It was an amazing delight. I squeezed my eyes shut and trembled on top of him. My breasts rose and fell. My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure surging through me was driving me towards an orgasm.

I would drown Daddy with my pussy juices.

They would gush out of me.

I wanted that. I ground my pussy on him. My hips wiggled. My pussy lips drank in the feel of his mouth. His whiskered chin. It felt incredible. Stars danced through the dark room. My butt clenched beneath Daddy’s squeezing fingers.

He feasted on me. Loved me.

Flicked my clit.

I squealed into my hand. My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of me. The incestuous orgasm swept through my body. It was incredible. I loved every moment of it. I trembled through the ecstasy flowing through my body. I bucked and groaned, the bliss flowing into me.

I was ecstatic. The headboard creaked as I groaned. The waves of bliss drowned my mind while I knew I drowned Daddy. I couldn’t believe it. The tart musk of my pussy juices filled the air. Daddy licked them all up while I trembled through the best orgasm of my life.

Masturbation held nothing over my daddy’s tongue.

I loved him so much.

Dean Michael

Dusk finished her shuddering.

My eldest daughter whimpered into her hand as the last of her tart juices flooded out, the flavor so similar to her mother’s. Dusk was ready to lose her cherry. The commands I put into my laptop had worked perfectly. The sleep protocol kept my wife blissfully unaware. She lay on her side as I loved our daughter.

Dusk’s liquid eyes stared down at me, her hand falling away from her mouth. Even in the dark, I could make out her round breasts rising and falling. They were bigger than her mother’s. Perky and delicious teenage breasts.

“Will you do it now, Daddy?” she asked.

“Yes,” I whispered as she lifted her pussy from my mouth. I didn’t have to worry about being too loud. My wife wouldn’t wake up until I was ready. But I pretended anyways.

It made it hotter.

“I’m going to make you into a woman,” I panted. “I’m going to transform my little girl.”

“Daddy!” she said with such joy.

I smiled at her then groaned as she slid down my body. Her wispy pubic hair, soaked in her juices, brushed down my chest. My stomach. She leaned over me, her hands resting on my shoulders. Her breasts swayed, forming two delicious torpedoes. They aimed down at me, topped by her nipples. She shuddered as I grabbed her ass.

She leaned down and kissed me. Her breasts pressed into my chest, nipples massaging me. I groaned and rolled her over on her back, my tongue dueling with hers. She could taste her tart passion on my lips.

My wife loved that.

So did my daughter.

She kissed me with hunger as I settled atop her. My cock rubbed into her pussy. Her thighs went around my waist and her arms my neck. She kissed me with hunger, squirming beneath me. She moaned into the kiss.

I broke it, staring into her green eyes. She looked cute without her glasses on. She held my waist tight, her thighs feeling so supple on me. My dick throbbed. This was it. Why I had built the mind-control device to begin with.

To fuck my daughters.

To revel in incest with them. The other girls were all bonuses. But this ... this was the prize. I wanted to love all the women in my family. I didn’t care what society thought. They claimed it was wrong for me to love my underage daughters, illegal.

What did society know?

I shifted on the bed. My daughter quivered. She gasped as she felt my cock’s tip sliding over her pubic mound, her wispy silk rubbing into my spongy crown. Then I found the start of her pussy lips. I slid over her clit, the little bud popping into my dick’s slit.

I found her hymen.

The small barrier between me and my dreams. Dusk quivered beneath me. Her eyes shone. She wanted this so badly. This was what she desired, what she craved. There would be no guilt for her so long as she stayed in the machine’s influence.

“I love you,” I told her, poised to enter her. “No matter what, I love you, Dusk.”

“I love you, too, Daddy,” she moaned.

I didn’t program her to say that. I didn’t put that in as a command. I just made her horny. I smiled at her and kissed her. She thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her arms tightened around my neck. My dick throbbed against her hymen. That thin membrane between me and my daughter.

I pressed against it.

I felt that elastic membrane stretch like it had with those twins or the girl at the grocery store. It was so exciting to enjoy Dusk. I feared she wasn’t a virgin, but I would get the gift of deflowering both my little girls.

Eldest first.

Dusk squealed into my mouth as her hymen resisted. It was thicker than the others. It stretched further. Her thighs squeezed about my side. I pushed as hard as I could against her. The membrane defended her purity for a moment longer.

Popped!

I shuddered as I slammed past her cherry and into her virgin twat. I slid into the untouched flesh of my daughter. I groaned into the kiss with her. I loved the feel of sliding into her, of being buried to the hilt in my daughter’s wonderful twat.

She felt amazing around me. Her hot flesh engulfing me. Her legs gripped me as I slid deeper and deeper into her. I reveled in the outstanding delight of being inside of my daughter. I went to the hilt in her. Every last inch.

She squeezed her twat around me. Her body trembled. Her fingers scratched at my back. It felt incredible. I shifted atop her and she let out a little squeal of delight. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my cock. Her hips undulated beneath me, shifting her snatch around on me.

I broke the kiss with her. “You okay, Dusk.”

“Daddy,” she groaned. “I’m not June. I’m a woman now. So fuck me. Fuck me beside Mom. Cum in me.”

“That’s my girl,” I said and drew back.

Dusk’s pussy clung to me. Her hot flesh held me tight. That wonderful sheath massaged my cock. It was heaven. My wife was tight and delicious, and her daughter had inherited that same snatch. Dusk’s silky snatch clung to my cock, massaging me. Pleasure flowed down my shaft to my balls.

I thrust back into her, groaning. The bed creaked. My wife shifted in her sleep, rolling over onto her side to face us. Her hand brushed my arm as I plowed into our daughter. Dusk gasped, her snatch clenching down on me.

“Your mother’s a heavy sleeper,” I moaned, pumping away hard and fast at her. “Don’t worry. Just ... Just ... Oh, honey, just enjoy it!”

“I am,” she whispered, her breasts rubbing into my chest as she squirmed beneath me. Her thighs gripped me. She held me as she wiggled her hips. “Ooh, ooh, I like doing that.”

I grinned at her. “You’re definitely your mother’s daughter.”

“She does things like this, huh?” she asked, this bold gleam forming in her eyes.

“Dusk, your mother is wild in bed.” I needed my wife to prove it. Maybe have her don Dusk’s cheer outfit like she always threatened. The older one before Dusk’s breasts grew to their current round size.

I groaned and thrust harder into my daughter’s pussy.

“You just thought of something naughty, Daddy,” she whispered. “Ooh, now you’re thrusting even harder.”

“I did,” I panted. “Later! Your pussy’s too good!”

She beamed at me.

I kissed my sexy daughter. Her seventeen-year-old flesh welcomed me over and over. I rammed into her deflowered depths, celebrating being the first cock into my daughter. If I had my way, the only cock. I wanted my daughters to be loved. To be bred. It would be so sexy to have all three of my women pregnant.

My dick twitched in her pussy. I kissed Dusk with hunger as I pictured her, June, and my wife, Kimmie, all pregnant and sexy at the same time. My cock plowed hard into Dusk. Fast. I pounded my daughter, knowing she could take it.

She was strong. Sexy. Adventurous.

Her round breasts rubbed into my chest. Her hands move down to my shoulders. Fingernails brushed me while her tongue thrust into my mouth. She kissed me with bold hunger as she humped up into my thrusts.

She had her mother’s passion.

I reveled in it. Every thrust into her underage pussy brought me closer and closer to that explosion of rapture. I buried deep into her. Hard. I plowed my daughter with my powerful strokes. I groaned as I pumped away at her.

Her silky pussy massaged my tip. That silky friction built and built my bliss. The ache swelled. I wanted to cum in her so bad. My heavy balls smacked into her taint. I held off. I wanted her to orgasm on me first.

I wanted to feel her hot cunt writhing and spasming on my cock.

She gasped and groaned beneath me. She held my dick tight in her wonderful snatch. I kissed her with passion. I buried hard into her cunt. I plowed into her over and over. I enjoyed her. Loved her. I reveled in the thrill of being in her. Her snatch squeezed about my cock. She held me tight. That amazing passion rippled around me.

I broke the kiss and whispered, “Cum on my cock, Dusk.”

“Yes, yes, I’m getting there, Daddy!” she moaned. “It’s going to be even better than when you ate me out.”

I grinned at her. “Good.”

She giggled and then gasped. “Oh, Daddy, I love your cock being in me. It makes me feel so naughty. You started me in Mommy’s womb with that dick, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did,” I groaned. “I pumped your mother full of all that seed that made you.”

The incestuous thrill of fucking my own flesh and blood almost thrust me over the edge into orgasming as I buried into her. I clenched my teeth against the sudden rush of bliss. My daughter trembled beneath me, fingernails clawing at my back.

She didn’t hold back.

“Daddy!” she squealed.

Her pussy went wild around my cock.

My daughter came on my dick.

I buried into her hot flesh. I fucked her hard and fast, reveling in the feel of her pussy spasming around my cock. It was incredible. Her flesh massaged me. Teased me. I groaned as I buried into her again and again. The bliss rippled down it. My balls tightened.

My wife’s sleeping hand brushed my forearm. She was present, even if she didn’t know it, as I slammed my cock into our daughter’s pussy and came in her. I exploded into our daughter’s cunt and gave her all of my incestuous seed.

“Dusk!” I moaned as my cock erupted into her spasming flesh.

“Oh, Daddy!” she gasped as my seed flooded her.

Her body trembled beneath me as I pumped away at her. I spurted blast after blast of my jizz into her. I pumped her full of my spunk. That wonderful pleasure surged out of me. It slammed into my mind. Sparks flared with every eruption.

I savored this bliss. My first orgasm inside of Dusk. An amazing moment of uniting us closer than society claimed daddies and daughters should be. I stared into her green eyes. The joy in them was so sweet.

“Daddy! Daddy!”

“Love you, Dusk!” I groaned as I kept spurting in her.

“Oh, I love you, too, Daddy!” she moaned, clutching to me. Her pussy writhed and rippled around me. Oh, that’s so good. Daddy, you’re such a stud!”

I shuddered as I fired the last of my cum into her. The pleasure slammed a final time into my mind. That wonderful bliss turned into euphoria that swept through my veins. I groaned, enjoying her pussy’s final ripples around my cock. The final spasms of her incestuous passion.

“And Mommy has no idea we just made love,” she groaned.

I glanced at my wife, her face peaceful, her red hair spilling over her features. “Doesn’t she look beautiful right now. Your mother.”

“She does, Daddy.” Dusk took her mother’s hand, squeezing it. “I never really noticed it.”

“Maybe you should wake her up and we can tell her,” I said, moving along the programmed mind-control commands I’d entered into the laptop.

“How?” she asked.

“Why, by licking her pussy,” I said. I rolled off my daughter to the side of the bed, my laptop at hand. Just roll her onto her back and start licking.”

“Oh, wow,” gasped Dusk. “I ... I want to do that. Ooh, that’s so wicked. I’ve never really thought about doing it with a girl. Not seriously.”

“But you have thought about it?” I asked in some surprise.

“With a few of my friends,” she said, sounding embarrassed. “You know, at slumber parties, we practice kissing and sometimes you think things. What would it be like? Not seriously, but ... I never really thought I’d do it.”

Slumber parties ... I needed to check out one of those.

My daughter rolled onto her knees and maneuvered her mother onto her back. Kimmie kept sleeping through it all, oblivious to any of the naughty goings-on. My daughter settled between them. Her hands stroked up and down my wife’s thighs, caressing them. Her fingers danced up and down them.

“Mmm, I’m going to do such naughty things to you, Mommy,” she cooed. “You’re going to wake up in style.”

“Yes, she is,” I said, reaching out and grabbing my laptop. I pulled it onto my lap and stared down at it. The radar showed everyone in range, two hundred yards, giving them all tags. I was starting to know them. Dusk was G554ED and Kimmie was 72B2AE. Asleep downstairs was June, 40A0D4. I had 840F21.

“What are you doing with the laptop, Daddy?” asked my daughter, her head hovering right over my wife’s pussy.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I said. “Just start waking up your mother.”

“She has a shaved pussy,” my daughter moaned as I begin typing. “That’s so kinky.”

The sounds of her licking my sleeping wife had my dick throbbing. It was hard to focus, but I had to. I needed to get the commands entered so that my wife could join the fun.

72B2AE; incest protocol, jealousy protocol, wants to have pussy eaten by G554ED, after orgasm, desires to eat out G554ED pussy to orgasm, end sleep protocol

I studied the commands. The jealousy protocol was one I’d whipped up for my wife. I didn’t want her getting jealous of me having sex with our daughters. Or other women if this expanded. I’d write some sort of bisexual protocol for her later. Let her have fun with women, too.

For now, the incest one should let her enjoy having sex with Dusk.

It might be selfish that I didn’t want her having sex with other guys, that I wanted to be the only man who ever had her. I was enjoying other women ... I swallowed that down. She wouldn’t have a problem with it thanks to the machine. It would make all our lives perfect.

I was the head of the family. It was only right that I made the decisions. I smiled as I thought that. My wife had sworn to love, honor, and obey.

We had a traditional wedding. She was a traditional kind of woman.

I had so many plans for the family. This testing was going great. I hadn’t meant to go this far tonight, but I couldn’t stop. I would get the real supplies I’d need to ensure that nothing could go wrong inside the house tomorrow. I had all the commands ready. When they left the property, they would have the amnesia protocol cause them to forget the naughtier things they did only to remember them when they’d returned.

We’d be normal outside the house, but inside, our family would love each other. It just felt so right. The way things should be. My dick twitched and throbbed beneath the laptop. It was getting hot. Dusk was eating her mother. My cock was about to get burned from the laptop. I had to wrap this up.

Smiling, I hit enter.

Eve “Dusk” Michaels

Daddy was typing away, which was annoying. I was trying to lick out Mom’s pussy and wake her up.

It was so naughty that she was shaved. I didn’t know women her age did that. I thought it was something girls my age did to be naughty. She had no hair, her vulva smooth and peachy, her lips thicker than mine. She had a tart scent that was so similar to my own. I flicked my tongue out, and she tasted so much like mine did on Daddy’s mouth.

I was her daughter.