High School Graduation Day
Copyright© 2023 by DaMuddaFukkah
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Jenny, Shawna and Rebecca are 3 friends bonded by tragedy when their moms are killed in an accident. Since then, each girl has lived with only her father; one of whom is harboring an unknown dark desire. Tonight, that dad will put into place a plan that will change all their lives forever. Join 3 innocent 18-year-old girls as their lives descend into a hell worse than anything they could have imagined and all so 1 father can obtain a heaven so dark only he could have ever dared to dream it.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Coercion NonConsensual Rape Heterosexual Fiction Crime Incest Father Daughter MaleDom Humiliation Group Sex Orgy Interracial Black Male White Female First Facial Oral Sex Voyeurism ENF Slow Violence
Girls must be gambling because they’re definitely losing their shirts.
At the sound of the word ‘go’, Mike and Seamus both lunged forward and this caused their daughters to squeal with fright at their own fathers’ unexpected eagerness. The next thing Mike knew he was actually kissing his daughter as his hands came to rest against both of her cheeks and, when Rebecca pulled back, the forty-two-year-old man now gave her no quarter. He pulled Rebecca’s lovely struggling face back towards him as he pressed their lips together; Mike now eagerly sucked and pulled on the full red protuberances over and over again. In both his heart and his mind, Mike now relished their taste, their feel, everything about them but most of all, how they made is cock grow deep inside his pants and the thought that he would soon be putting that cock to good use, once again with the help of his unwilling daughter.
“Dad!” Rebecca moaned in disgust as she reluctantly kissed him back before finally pulling away.
“Do we really have to do this?”
Mike snuck a glance over at the other two men. To his right, Seamus was going for it for all he was worth and Mike saw with envy that one of his friend’s hands now eagerly groped Shawna’s large and firm breasts through her thick, navy sweater. Seamus kept his other arm wrapped tightly around his daughter’s neck so that, no matter how hard Shawna tried to pull away, Seamus kept their lips mashed together with Shawna grimacing in disgust as she forced herself to kiss her own father back with the little bit of gusto she could muster.
“Bec, they are going to kill me if you don’t play along!” Mike now hissed at his daughter urgently, hoping his made up fear seemed at least somewhat real.
“You don’t want that do you? I-I’m your own father. Are you really going to be so selfish that you’re going to get me killed?!”
“No, I-Daddy ... but”
Mike sneaked a glance over to his left where Rick was reluctantly and softly kissing his own daughter’s lips in a slow and sensual fashion and the man who had planned this all now felt his cock only grow harder as Rick now softly whispered to his short and buxom daughter that she should open her mouth and stick out her tongue. A moment later, and with a sob of abhorrence, the tip of Jenny’s feminine pink tongue now slowly stuck itself out. All the crying eighteen year old girl seemed to be able to force herself to do was to stick its slender wet tip of her tongue just past her lips but, a moment later, Rick’s own tongue touched it before the forty two year old father let his lips close around it and then, with a wet and sucking motion, Rick pulled on his daughter’s tongue until it was out of her mouth as far as it could go. With his own daughter’s tongue now fully ensconced in his mouth, Rick then let his hands grab at his daughter’s young buttocks and this caused Jenny to let out a cry of whimpering but, Mike suspected, also aroused shame as her daddy now pulled her both forward and up as he tried to wedge his right thigh between her slightly parted legs. Now, seeing how even Rick was making more progress than he was at getting his hands on his own daughter’s goodies, Mike turned back Rebecca with a renewed sense of determination
“Here, I got to do this or you’re going to get me killed,” hissed Mike in frustration and anger and, before Rebecca could react, he was balling up her sweater, the thick and luxurious navy blue fabric was up under her arms before the eighteen year old girl understood what was happening and then her arms were being lifted for, despite her best efforts to keep them down, Mike was just too strong. The two-hundred-pound man now stepped forward and pinned his own daughter to the table and then used her immobility as a wedge; Mike took a moment to stand on his daughter’s feet putting just enough weight on them so that he could get her sweater off.
“Dad!”
In Rebecca’s complaints, Mike could hear her extreme effort and it was now obvious that his own daughter was fighting him with everything she had to keep him from taking off her sweater. For his part, Mike completely ignored protestations and, instead, focused on winning what he was sure would be the first of many contests. Rebecca’s face was now buried behind the sweater as Mike pushed it as high as it could go over his daughter’s head; the 73-inch-tall man now bunched up the entire bottom edge of the sweater into his left fist so that, with his free right hand, he could pull on his daughter’s left arm.
“There you go honey, it’s o.k. Just pull your arm free of the sweater. Don’t worry sweetheart. Daddy loves you. Just pull your arm free of the sweater and Daddy swears, it will all be over soon.”
Mike now gently pulled his daughter’s left arm down and, though he could tell that she was once again crying, Rebecca hardly seemed to resist while he freed her left arm from the sleeve of her thick sweater. With that arm freed, Mike’s attention now turned to his daughter’s right arm and, while he concentrated on it, Rick and Jenny came back into his field of view. The skinny silver haired man was still rhythmically squeezing his daughter’s round ass with such vigor that he was lifting her onto her tiptoes while her pelvis and sex repeatedly rubbed against his jutting right thigh. Both father and daughter had their eyes closed and they were both softly crying, although Mike now suspected that Rick’s tears were most likely fake. Their mouths were both open again and, now, their protruding tongues slowly spiraled around one another as Rick leaned even further forward. His mouth then closed around the base of his daughter’s tongue a second time as his arms wrapped around her even tighter, crushing Jenny’s large and succulent breasts against the front of his own body. Now, Mike felt his cock stiffen even more as he returned his focus to pulling Rebecca’s right arm free. But the forty-two year old silver haired man went back to his task with perhaps a little too much gusto, for Rebecca cried out in either surprise or pain or both, but there was no time for Mike to concern himself with that. While he relaxed his grip and proceeded with greater care, he still was engaged in a moment for which he had been waiting years and there wasn’t anything in the world that he would now allow to distract him. Over to his right, Seamus was following his lead and Mike savored Shawna’s terrified expression of horrified agony as it too disappeared behind her quickly rising sweater. For Seamus was working so quickly as to almost seem frantic which, under the circumstances Mike thought, he wouldn’t want to appear. Back to his left, Mike saw, Rick had his daughter in a full-on embrace. His arms were wrapped around her and their bodies were pressed together and Mike could tell by the deep tight seal that his lips made on hers that his tongue was in her mouth. In his mind, Mike could see their two tongues, as clear as day, swirling around each other as Rick gave his eighteen-year-old daughter what had to be the first passionate French kiss of her young and sheltered life. Mike’s cock now grew again but also did his impatience and he turned his attention back to Rebecca. His hand now curled around the front of her sweater’s collar, and he jerked it out rather suddenly before he lifted it around her chin. From behind the thick navy fabric Mike now heard his daughter give a gasp of surprise and there was a pained exclamation of ‘Dad!’ before she once again went silent.
“Suh-Sorry honey, juh-just a little nervous.” Mike now said and gave silent thanks that the sweater was a v-neck for with Rebecca’s thick almost coal black hair, extending halfway down her back as it always did, Mike was afraid that if the sweater was a crew neck that he would never get it off. As it was, the garment really didn’t give him that much trouble as he now lifted up the V-shaped collar and guided it over the top of Rebecca’s head. Finally, all Mike had to do was pull his daughter’s hair free from the sweater’s neckhole and, while he did so, he glanced over to his right just in time to see Shawna’s face reappear from behind her own sweater. Poor Seamus, at sixty seven inches tall, he was the same height as the succulent chestnut haired gem that was his daughter. The balding fat man’s lack of height was causing him a bit more trouble but, by standing on his tip toes, he was finally able to guide the upside down front of the sweater over the crown of his daughter’s head and Mike listened with satisfaction as the gorgeous brunette let out a sob as her own father now took her pretty blue sweater from her by gently sliding it over her own long light chestnut locks. Mike’s eyes now flicked back over to Rick who was no longer engaged in a deep passionate kiss with Jenny. Instead, the slender silver-haired man eyed the other two couples nervously and Mike didn’t like the look of fear in his eyes.
Dammit man, you’re supposed to be getting into this more. Why aren’t you just letting the rest of the world drop away and concentrate on tasting the juices of the succulent peach that is your own daughter?
Mike knew that, in a sense, the question was ludicrous. After all, the leader of the three intruders had promised to execute one of them at the end of this little so-called game. But then, why not use that as an excuse to go further than even your wildest fantasies had ever allowed you to? After all, Rick finally had the perfect excuse to rip the clothes off one of the three hottest chicks Mike had ever seen and the guy was blowing it.
Oh well, nothing I can do about it. Rick, it’s up to you now buddy. No, wait a minute. I don’t have to trust in Rick ‘cause I got Tyrell. Tyrell’s managing this whole affair and he’ll produce the outcome I asked him to. Yeah, that’s it, I got nothing to worry about.
As if affirming his new-found reassurance, Mike watched as Rick, as glassy and as doe-eyed as his own daughter now grabbed the bottom edge of Jenny’s pretty blue sweater.
“I’m sorry honey but ... I-I got to take this off you.” he now said in a low and mournful voice.
Jenny’s eyes, which had been looking up into those of her father, now stared down to the floor. The short, gorgeous brunette with long hair that extended down her back and was darker than Shawna’s but lighter than Rebecca’s now gave a slight, almost imperceptible nod. She then made no move to resist her father as Rick’s fingers curled around the bottom edge of her sweater before he then lifted it up. Mike’s cock now stiffened again as he watched Jenny’s white blouse as it slowly started to appear while the girl’s gorgeous feminine facial features were now instead obscured as Rick lifted the sweater up over his daughter’s head. Jenny, it seemed, was going to be the most cooperative of the three girls for, once the garment was lifted as high as it would go, Jenny dropped her own arms willingly, pulling them out of the sleeves so that the last task, that of lifting the neck hole over her head, happened with even less difficulty than it had for Mike or Seamus. Mike now looked back to his right where Seamus was eagerly groping and squeezing the firm and full breasts of his daughter through the thin material of her blouse. The rotund and balding fat man now leaned forward and as he did so, his daughter leaned back, and Mike heard Seamus whisper to his daughter an order to kiss him; to kiss him like they had before so that their lips were pressed tightly together while their tongues entangled and spiraled around one another as the eighteen-year-old girl once again accepted her father’s tongue deep within her mouth. Shawna though was having none of it and as her father leaned forward and she endured the repulsive assault on her breasts, the leader of the three girls now couldn’t help but lean back. Her response to her father was that she couldn’t, she was sorry but she couldn’t, too much was being asked of her and that they would have to figure out another way for all of them to survive.
“Fine” said Seamus and to Mike he sounded both determined and angry, “here’s your other way”.
As Mike now watched in both horror and fascination, Seamus’s hands reached up and, though his pretty eighteen-year-old daughter leaned back as far as she could, she couldn’t escape his reaching, grasping fingers. They now closed around the button that was second from the top on her blouse as the top one was already undone. Two fingers and the thumb from each hand now encircled the tiny piece of plastic and Mike could have sworn he heard the snapping of the threads as Seamus gave a firm tug so that the button fell away and made a slight, tap-tap-tapping sound as it bounced along on the floor.
“Dad!” Shawna cried but Seamus was already moving on to the second button on her blouse, this one hovering right by the top inside swell of the girl’s amazing breasts. Seamus’s fingers now closed around that tiny button and though Shawna’s hands covered his own, it was no use. Seamus now yanked his hands apart despite Shawna’s best efforts to not let him do so. The center of Shawna’s shirt now flew open to the third button and, for a moment, Mike was sure that button would be torn away too. Unfortunately it was not to be but all three dads now did simultaneously feel a chilling thrill of sexual excitement roll down their spines. It was caused by the exquisite view that the opening of Shawna’s white oxford shirt had given them. With the high school valedictorian’s smooth flat upper chest now exposed to them; an unblemished expanse of creamy white skin with just the slightest touch of olive greeted each dad’s eyes while, at the bottom of this expanse, Shawna’s beautiful flawless chest bulged out into the two achingly beautiful large firm swells that were the eighteen-year-old girl’s breasts. This was coupled with a hint of Shawna’s white bra but, unfortunately, the soft cottony cups completely covered the mouth-watering treats that were held within them. Lastly, a small V of the bra’s Center Gore also peeked out from just above the fourth button; the one highest on her shirt that still remained closed. A moment later there came again the tapping sound, as Seamus now ripped a third button off his daughter’s blouse and then dropped onto the hard kitchen floor. The piggy, balding man now looked forward into his daughter’s terrified face with a mocking expression of his own; his lower lip stuck itself out in the caricature of a child’s pout and, while his hard black eyes to the casual observer might have seemed sad, they would only appear that way until the person watching realized that they were completely devoid of emotion. Shawna, for her part, just stood there shivering with a horrified look of disbelief on her face. It was obvious that the eighteen year old girl was still struggling to believe this was happening for now she was living a reality even more terrible than anything she could have possibly imagined. Around her, all the other people in the room now |
The white Oxford button down blouse that each girl wore under her sweater. Uniform regulations stated that the collar need not be buttoned but the six below that, one more than is buttoned in the picture above, remained buttoned at all times. This is how all three girls wore their shirts on this story’s dreadful and mortifying night.
watched, transfixed in either horror, fascination or arousal as Seamus’s hands now move slightly again.
“No daddy, please don’t.”
It was somewhere between a cry and a whimper and Mike couldn’t tell just how much fear and just how much resignation it held.
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