Chapter 7: Daughter’s Exam Turns Wild

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

“Okay, Janelle, hop up into the stirrups,” said Nurse Alexis, her bob of black hair swaying about her youthful face. “I’ll go let Dr. Sharma know that you’re here.”

“Sure,” Janelle said. She rose from the chair she was sitting by me with a groan. My eldest daughter, eighteen and very pregnant, waddled to the chair, leaning back to off-set her round and swallowed stomach. Her large breasts had grown even bigger, her nipples fat and now dark-red. Her blonde hair fell down her shoulders and back.

I moved to help my daughter. She turned and we got her into the exam chair. She leaned back in it, her legs in the stirrups, her shaved pussy on display beneath her belly. She groaned and closed her eyes for a moment, her hand resting on her belly.

She was having a daughter, of course.

I was beginning to think the spell that was on my belt buckle, and on me, that allowed me to fuck my daughters and teach other girls how to love their fathers made sure I would only have girls. All three of my daughters were pregnant, and a suspicious number of clients who had also gotten pregnant also had girls. Now, a few were pregnant with sons, but those ones clearly had conceived after our lesson. But there were at least a dozen I was certain I knocked up before their fathers.

And a few of their mothers, too.

We were in the final days of my daughters’ pregnancies. Janelle was here for her final checkup before she went into labor. Just to make sure everything was still going right. None of my three daughters had had any problems with their pregnancies. We just had to get through the next few weeks.

They had all conceived on the same day. I was dreading them all going into labor at about the same time.

It would be nuts.

My business, “Best Dad’s Daughter Services,” was on hiatus for the next two months. No more training girls. I had plenty of money saved up from the last nine months. The business had really changed our lives. We had the money to give our family everything it needed. I felt blessed.

And fucking teenage girls before their fathers and mothers (and often fucking their mothers, too) was a stirring life. My girls were so supportive of me. They were all hypnotized into thinking this was right. Everyone we met just accepted that fathers should be allowed to fuck their daughters. No one saw it as insane.

I felt like I was the last sane one in the world.

But I had succumbed to temptation. How could I not? There were so many of these beautiful girls for me to love. They were all so sexy. So hot and delicious. It made my dick hard just thinking about fucking those girls (and their mothers) before their fathers. In getting to enjoy their bodies before their daddies.

“Daddy,” Janelle said, her blue eyes falling on me. Her hands rubbed her belly. She had such a wicked grin on her face. “You know ... Dr. Sharma is never on time.”

My dick throbbed as that twinkle in my daughter’s eyes was impossible to resist. I stood up and peeled off my shirt. I threw it to the floor and then kicked off my tennis shoes. My daughter squirmed, biting her lower lip. Such lust burned across her face. Her pussy clenched, her juices already flowing.

I undid my belt buckle and then shoved my pants down my hips, rolling my boxers off with me. A shiver ran through me as I worked my pants down, my heart pounding in my chest. My daughters were such a sexy girls. She deserved to have all the pleasure that I could give her.

I was eager for it.

My dick throbbed before me. I had a big one. There were a few wives and mothers who kept seeing me after they had a chance to enjoy my cock. Their daughters were all fully daddy girls, which felt right, but those wives...

I never knew I would get off fucking another man’s wife and cuckolding him. My daughters supported it whole-heartily.

“Mmm, gonna get me some daddy-dick,” Janelle said, her toes curling. “Come on, Daddy, you have to fuck me. Our daughter needs to hear me screaming out how great you are. How you’re the best daddy ever.”

I stepped out of my jeans and boxers. I didn’t care that I was naked and someone would catch us. I could fuck my daughter on the White House lawn and no one would care. The belt buckle with “Best Dad” on it was the most amazing thing in the world.

I reached my daughter, aiming my cock at her cunt. My dick twitched and throbbed. I pressed my shaft into her snatch. I thrust into her pregnant twat. I groaned at the feel of my daughter’s hot snatch sliding around me. I groaned, closing my eyes and loving her pussy engulfing me. This was heaven. This was the most amazing thing in the world.

My daughter’s incestuous cunt held me. My stomach rubbed into the curve of her pregnant belly. Her moans of delight echoed around me. I closed my eyes and just savored this perfect moment. I had resisted this pleasure, but I was glad I had succumbed.

I was sure my wife was up in heaven hating me for taking advantage of our girls.

“Daddy,” Janelle moaned, such pleasure in her voice. She let out a throaty groan. “Oh, Daddy, I love having your cock in me. Daddy-dick in my daughter-pussy.” Her cunt clenched. “Fuck me, Daddy. I want to be full of cum. Let’s give Dr. Sharma a wonderful delight.”

I winked at my daughter. My hands rubbed over her pregnant belly. The proof that our incestuous love had born fruit. I caressed her as I drew back. Her cunt clenched about me. She moaned her delight, holding me tight. It was spectacular to enjoy. I groaned, thrusting back into her. I buried deep and hard into her cunt.

She gasped, her pussy clenching about my dick. I pumped away at my pregnant daughter’s cunt. I reveled in her silky flesh holding me tight. She whimpered and groaned, her face twisting in delight. The chair creaked as I plowed into her.

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good,” she whimpered, her twat clamping down on me. “Ooh, ooh, I love it. I love it so much, Daddy!”

“Good,” I growled, thrusting with hard strokes. Powerful plunges. I buried into her again and again. “Goddamn, that’s good.”

“Yes, yes, Daddy!” she moaned, her twat clenching hard on me.

I thrust into her hard and fast, my balls slapping into Janelle’s cunt. Her big boobs jiggled and shook. Milk beaded at her nipples. That wonderful treat had just started coming in. My daughter moaned, the stirrups creaking.

My balls smacked into her flesh. The fleshy thuds echoed through the exam room while my daughter whimpered. Her pussy held me tight. She massaged me. It was incredible. Amazing. Her back arched. Her cunt clamped down on it.

“Ooh, that’s good,” she moaned. “That’s amazing. Yes, yes, yes! That’s so wonderful. Just ram into me, Daddy.”

“Damn,” I groaned. “I’m going to pump your pregnant pussy full of so much cum.”

“Mmm, yes, yes, flood me, Daddy!” Janelle shuddered, her milk-laden tits jiggling. “I love it when you flood me with all that spunk. It’s so special, Daddy.”

I grinned at her and thrust away at her snatch with vigorous strokes. The pressure rose at the tip of my dick. That heat swelled and swelled. It was incredible to enjoy. I groaned, savoring this rapture. It was amazing. Ecstasy. My face contorted.

I slammed into her with powerful strokes. Her pussy clenched about me. She held me so tight. It was incredible to enjoy. I groaned, burying into her again and again. Her flesh squeezed about me in such an exciting way.

“Damn!” I groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s so good.”

“Yes, it is, Daddy!” she moaned. “I’m going to cum on—”

KNOCK! KNOCK!

The door opened as I slammed to the hilt in my daughter. I glanced over to see Dr. Sharma entering. The Indian woman had red-brown skin and raven-black hair that contrasted with her white doctor’s coat. She had a mature and lovely face. The crimson bindi, the dot married Hindu women wore on their foreheads, excited me. A girl who followed her in gasped. She looked much like Dr. Sharma, the same features, but slimmer, petite.

Wide-eyed.

The girl looked seventeen or eighteen. She couldn’t believe I was buried to the hilt in my daughter. The girl’s jaw dropped. She glanced at her mother who, of course, had seen sights like this many times over the last six months.

“Good afternoon, Janelle and Mr. Daniels.” Dr. Sharma gave my daughter and me a big smile.

“Hey, Doc,” Janelle said, her cunt clenching down on my cock. “Who’s the cutie?”

“My daughter, Chani.” Dr. Sharma put her hand on the girl’s back and pushed Chani forward. “She just turned eighteen, but she’s not realized the joys she could have with her father. I have tried to push her in that way, but I just do not have your skill, Mr. Daniels.”

“W-what is going on?” Chani demanded to her mother. Though she looked like a shy girl, there was a growing anger spreading on her face.

“This is Janelle Daniels,” Dr. Sharma said. “She’s nine months pregnant with her father’s child. And your father deserves that same experience from you. At least one of your children, Chani, deserves to be his.”

The girl rolled her eyes and folded her arms before her. “I am not going to be some traditional girl, Mom. I’m not going to let you arrange my marriage or to fuck my father. Things have changed.”

Daughters fucking their fathers and being bred by them is a Hindu tradition? I thought. I very much doubted that. But she was merging them.

“Why don’t you want your daddy to breed you,” Janelle said. She shot her hand out and grabbed Chani’s wrist. With a yank, my daughter dragged the Indian girl closer. Chani gasped, Janelle pushing the girl’s hand down on that glorious, round belly. “There. You feel that? That’s the wonderful daughter my daddy and I made together.”

Chani swallowed. She couldn’t help but rub my daughter’s pregnant belly. No one could ever resist touching a pregnant woman like that. There was something special about feeling the new life growing in a woman.

And when the father was her own daddy...

Chani bit her lip as I drew back my cock, my daughter’s cunt clinging to my dick. I smiled at the girl and thrust back into Janelle’s pussy. My daughter groaned in delight. Her pussy clenched down on my dick. I loved the way her twat felt about me. She held me in her tight embrace as I thrust against her snatch.

“Oh, Daddy, yes, yes,” Janelle moaned. “Ooh, you’re the best. Nothing is better than making love to you, Daddy.”

I winked at my daughter. She had such a big grin on her face.

Chani’s red-brown fingers slid over my daughter’s pale belly. The girl squirmed there as she rubbed at the physical proof of the love Janelle and I shared. It was such a delicious thrill. My dick plunged into my daughter’s cunt, the pressure building at the tip of my dick.

In my nuts.

I plowed into her twat hard and fast. I groaned, plunging over and over into her twat. I slammed into her with hard thrusts. It was incredible. My nuts tightened with every stroke. Her pussy squeezed about me, loving me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I growled. “That’s so good. There’s nothing like my daughter’s pussy. All three of my girls are amazing.”

“We’re all pregnant with Daddy’s daughters and have never been happier,” Janelle moaned, her cunt clenching down on my dick. “Ooh, ooh, I’m going to cum so hard on his dick. Do you love cumming?”

“Yes,” Chani groaned.

“And how good are those boys that diddle your pussy?”

“Uh...” Chani glanced at her mother.

“It’s okay,” Janelle said. “Not great, right? They’re boys. How can they compare to a man who knows how to please a woman and who loves you the way only a daddy can.”

Chani swallowed.

My daughter’s words had me thrusting hard, my balls smacking into her taint. My stomach rubbed into her belly. The heat swelled down my cock to my nuts, my cum nearing a boil. My daughter clenched her snatch down on me.

The incestuous need to erupt swelled and swelled in me. I was coming closer and closer to cumming. To erupting. It would be amazing. I was so looking forward to erupting in her. To flooding her with every bit of spunk I had.

She arched her back, her twat squeezing hard about my cock, and then she squealed out, “Yes, yes, Daddy! Love you!”

Her pussy went wild around my dick.

“Ooh, I’m cumming on my daddy’s amazing cock, Chani!”

She was. God, it was amazing.

I thrust in and out of her cunt, her pussy spurting on me. The Indian girl watched us with such wide eyes. She swallowed as I thrust to the hilt in my daughter’s cunt. Janelle groaned, her pussy squeezing down on my dick with such hunger. I shuddered, the heat swelling in me. I came closer and closer to erupting.

Chani kept rubbing my daughter’s pregnant belly as Janelle quivered through her orgasm. Her hot, wet cunt rippled around my dick. It was such an amazing delight. I was so glad to experience this thrill. I groaned, burning into my daughter.

My balls lurched.

“Fuck!” I growled.

I ripped my dick out of my daughter’s cunt and erupted on her belly.

Chani gasped while I groaned. Pleasure fired from my dick. Sparks danced before my eyes as I unloaded blast after blast of cum on my daughter’s round belly. I painted her in ropy lines of my spunk while I trembled.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” moaned my daughter. “I love it when you cum on my belly. Ooh, Chani, massage it in. It’s like the perfect lotion to stop stretch marks.”

“Uh-huh,” I grunted, the delight rushing through me.

I growled through clenched teeth as I kept spurting jizz. A line splashed over Chani’s red-brown hand. She gasped, staring at my cum on her. She swallowed and then kept massaging my daughter’s belly, working the jizz into her flesh.

“Damn,” I panted, spurting the last of the cum onto my daughter.

“That’s it, honey,” Dr. Sharma said. “Help out my patient. Janelle needs that cum rubbed into her belly. That’s her daddy’s seed.”

“Mmm, it is,” Janelle purred, closing her blue eyes and looking so flushed and happy.

I smiled at my daughter, loving how at peace she looked. She had a bright smile on her lips as she lay there while Chani rubbed my cum into my daughter’s belly. Chani worked my jizz into my daughter’s skin while Janelle hummed happily.

The gleaming quality that adorned my daughter’s belly was such a fetching sight. It made my dick so hard as I moved out from between my daughter’s thighs to stand behind Chani. She wore skinny jeans that had pink hearts on her butt-cheeks. She was a slender thing.

Adorable.

“Mmm, isn’t that wonderful?” Janelle asked.

“You’re doing so great,” Dr. Sharma said. “I’m seeing more girls who have been bred by their daddies. They are all so happy.”

“But ... but...” The girl swallowed. “People say that I shouldn’t be controlled by my parents. That my father ... my father is toxic.”

“For what?” Janelle asked. “For being a man who cares for his family. For loving you and wanting the best. There’s nothing toxic about men. Especially daddies. They’re strong and protective and loving. They make you wet, don’t they? Strong men. My daddy makes you wet.”

“Mmm, your father makes me wet,” Dr. Sharma said. She moved between my daughter’s stirrups and slid her hand over my daughter’s gleaming stomach. “I want to rub your father’s cum into your pregnant belly, honey. I want to bend over and do this.”

Dr. Sharma’s black hair fell around her face as she nuzzled into Janelle’s shaved, tangy pussy. The gynecologist didn’t hesitate to press her face into that twat and lick. Janelle shuddered at the doctor’s naughty caress.

I smiled. This was not the first time Dr. Sharma had eaten out one of my daughters. Usually, Janelle, Sarah, or Tonya were full of cum when she did. My dick throbbed while her daughter watched on in shock.

“Oh, I wish my mother was still alive so she could have done this for me and my sisters,” moaned Janelle. “But you, Chani, you’re so lucky that you have both your parents. That you can have this delight. Let my daddy show you how a daddy loves his daughter. He’s the best.”

Chani glanced at me. She swallowed then glanced back at her mother eating my daughter. Dr. Sharma was feasting on Janelle, licking and lapping with hunger at my pregnant daughter’s pussy. It was such a stirring sight.

I put my hands on Chani’s shoulders and turned her to face me. She stared up at me. Her dark eyes were brown and rich. Up close, her iris held stria of the hues that were beguiling. She swallowed as I leaned down to kiss her.

“Close your eyes and pretend that I’m your father loving you. Not like those fumbling boys, but a man who cares about you.” My hands tightened on her shoulders. “A man who wants to give you the very best in the world.”

“I...” Chani swallowed. “This is ... I mean...”

“Shhh,” I said, my hands sliding across her shoulders to her neck. I stroked up her skin to cup her face. “Just close your eyes and let me love you the way your father will. Let me show you the rapture in your future, Chani. Be a good girl, and relax.”

Chani breathed heavily, her breath sweet from bubblegum. My daughter whimpered in the background, the stirrups creaking. Chani swallowed and then her eyes fluttered shut, her dark lashes meeting.

Holding her face, I kissed her.

She whimpered as my lips met hers. She shuddered, her lips working on mine. I kissed her, reveling in this delight. I was so glad that I could show her this pleasure. My tongue fluttered around in her mouth. She groaned and sucked on my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head, holding me tight.

Her fingernails scratched at the back of my head as her passions swelled. This girl had a fire in her. She would make her father very happy. All that rebellious energy would be channeled into loving her dad.

My hands slid from her face as my dick twitched, dripping with my daughter’s incestuous cream. My touch slid over her shoulders and arms. I found her sides and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. I rolled it higher and higher, exposing her belly, my fingers brushing her skin.

I broke the kiss. She quivered, licking her lips. Her eyes were still closed as I pulled her shirt higher, exposing her small breasts held in a white bra. She lifted her arms so I could pull off her top and drop it to the floor, her black hair fluttering back down around her face.

I groaned at how gorgeous she was in just her jeans and bra, her eyes closed. My daughter whimpered, her blue eyes watching as she held Dr. Sharma to her pussy. Janelle winked at me, a big grin on her face.

Why did I have a feeling that she knew Dr. Sharma would be bringing Chani to the exam?

I slid my hands behind Chani and found the hook to her bra. I undid it. She shuddered as her bra came undone. I slid it off her shoulders and then down her arms. Her breasts came into view. Small and swarthy topped by these gorgeous, little nipples. Dark-brown and so suckable.

“You are such a beautiful daughter,” I said, my voice low and husky.

“T-thank you, Mr. Daniels,” she said.

“Daddy,” I told her. “You’re pretending.”

She hesitated. “D-daddy.” A shiver ran through her, making her little breasts jiggle. “Thank you for saying that, Daddy.”

“It’s the truth,” I groaned, my hands cupping her red-brown breasts. I massaged my pale thumbs into her little tits and then brushed her nipples. “You are gorgeous, Chani. A flower blossoming.”

Her smile grew. “Daddy.”

I rubbed at her nipples, her hips wiggling. Denim rasped together as she shifted in place. I licked my lips, eager to suck on her hard nipples. I massaged them for one more second and then ducked my head down.

I kissed at her left nipple, smooching at it. She whimpered. I suckled. She gasped. I nursed on her nub, loving the feel of it between my mouth. My tongue danced around it, savoring the texture. She had such small ones. Bit-size.