Marcus stood by the window at the front of his house. He watched as the school bus dropped off his youngest daughter, Aimee. Smiling, he sipped on his coffee then walked over to the front door. Marcus was saddened by the anniversary of his wife’s death. Wanting to do something special, he planned to have a relaxing evening watching a movie with his family.
With two boys, and two girls, he had his hands full. Every day he packed their lunches, helped them off to school, or college, then jumped right into work. Fortunately, he could work from home as an engineer consultant. It was good money, and it let him stay at home with his family, but at times, it was stressful. Taking care of the family alone was exhausting.
Marcus sipped on his coffee as he waited by the front door. It was not only the anniversary of his wife’s death, but also, Aimee’s eighteenth birthday. He had rented a new movie that she was especially excited about. Finally, the door opened.
“Dad! Oh, I had such a bad day at school,” she exclaimed as she hugged her father.
Aimee wore her school uniform; all white, except for a black collared shirt. Her pants were tight and stretched to contort to her slender frame. Despite being tall and lanky, she had the largest breasts in the family. They held high on her chest, perky and just the right size.
“It can’t be that bad, can it?” Marcus said to his daughter, leaning down and kissing her on the forehead. He smiled and took her hand, leading her into the living room. He sat down with her on the black leather couch. “Tell me. What happened? You should be excited. Tonight is your birthday.”
“I spilled spaghetti sauce all down my shirt- see?”
Marcus chuckled as he noticed the large red stain on his daughter’s school uniform. “Yeah, you are going to have to take that off. Go throw it in the laundry; I’ll take care of it later.”
Aimee sighed. “I’m exhausted. I’ll take care of it later,” she said quietly. She put her feet up on her father’s lap. “Dad? One of the guys in my class said I had ugly feet.”
“Yeah?”
Aimee nodded as she watched her father remove her black flats and socks. She leaned back on the couch, relaxing and trying to forget the day’s problems. Closing her eyes, she felt her father’s warm hands run up the length of her feet.
“Beautiful,” Marcus said as his hands squeezed onto each of her feet. He could feel the knotted muscles. Slowly working up her foot, he released the tension. Marcus couldn’t help but notice how clean and manicured her feet were.
“What?” Aimee questioned.
“Your feet; they are beautiful. Those guys at school are assholes- you know that,” Marcus said under his breath while his fingers worked his daughter’s feet. He could tell that she lotioned each very well. As he massaged each foot, he could feel his thick chubby dick growing in his pants. Reaching up, he ran his hand through his balding hair, trying to forget about his daughter’s feet in his hands.
Aimee smiled at her father and closed her eyes again. She reached up into her short curly red hair and tied it back into a little ponytail. As much as she loved having a frizzy, wild, haircut, at times she just wanted it out of the way. Remembered her schoolwork, she picked up her bag of books and sifted through until she found Bio-chem 101. “I have to read through the fourth chapter tonight,” she said as she threw her head back in frustration. “I’m so tired… I really don’t want to do this now.”
Marcus wasn’t listening to his daughter. He could only focus on the soft feet in his lap. Each time Aimee moved just the slightest, her feet grazed his dick, bringing him to full length and throbbing hard. Glancing over to his tired daughter, he gently moved them into position on both sides of his dick. He looked up at Aimee again- she was reading her homework.
Marcus bit his lip as he gently moved her feet up and down his cock. He didn’t want Aimee to notice if he could help it. “Does that feel good?”
Aimee giggled, “It tickles a bit.”
Marcus’s hands tightened around her feet. Giving her a deep massage, he slowly moved her soles up and down his cock. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t help but close his eyes and think about Aimee naked. Without his wife to satisfy him, or to continue the family line, he had anxiety about how to proceed with family matters. Frustrated and tired, he started to care less and less about his daughter noticing how he was moving her feet on his growing cock.
Aimee glanced down between her legs and noticed her feet wrapped around her father’s dick. “Dad! What the hell?” she exclaimed, pulling her legs up to her chest.
Marcus felt his face flush red in embarrassment. “Oh, nothing,” he said bluntly as he reached out and grabbed her feet. Marcus pulled her legs straight and set them back on his lap. “Seriously, it’s all good.”
“Whatever,” she said, annoyed. Aimee kept thinking about her father’s dick as she felt her feet move up and down softly. She could tell her father was trying to hide what he was doing. Focusing back on her reading, she tried to forget about the sensation between her feet.
Marcus wanted to take things further. Frustrated by a lack of sex and wanting to have a large family, he tried his best to hide his feelings. Now that it had been exactly one year since his wife passed, he decided it was time to take things further. Marcus eyed his daughter. He loved her curly red hair and slender frame. Envisioning her small breasts in his hands had his cock throbbing hard and ready to go. He squeezed his daughter’s feet tighter, fighting the urge to try to fuck his daughter. Biting his lip, his eyes glazed over her beautiful body. He had masturbated more than once to the live-feed video camera in the shower. “Fuck,” he groaned as he gave in to his feelings.
“What is wrong dad?” Aimee said under her breath as she turned a page in her textbook.
Marcus pushed his daughter’s feet off his lap. He had enough waiting. Now was the time to act. “Fuck it,” he said as he leaned in towards his daughter and wrapped his arm around her neck. Pulling her in close, his mouth connected with hers.
“Stop it!” Aimee said, dropping her textbooks to the floor. She pushed her father away and wiped her mouth. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Marcus grabbed his daughter by the hand and dragged her off the couch.
“Stop it! Dad! Please!” Aimee screamed as she pulled on her hand.
“Fucking stop it right now,” Marcus said, bending his daughter over the couch. He took hold of her school slacks and pulled them down, revealing her light pink flowered panties.
“Dad! Please! Stop!”
Marcus easily held his daughter in place as she fought against his strong hands. He grabbed her panties and pulled them down to her knees. “Fuck…” he groaned, excited to finally fuck. His cock tightened hard and throbbed in anticipation. With a single finger, he felt down her slick cunt and penetrated her. He could feel the tightness of his virgin daughter. “I thought you fucked Mike this summer?”
Trying to get free, Aimee kicked and punched her father.
“Cut that shit out, right now. Else this is going to be very unpleasant for you,” Marcus said sternly. He felt his daughter’s warm fluids in his fingers as he pushed into her hymen, breaking it, and causing some blood to drop from her virgin cunt.
“It hurts…” Aimee said as she started to cry. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she felt a piercing pain up inside her pussy. Within moments, it disappeared. Warm, gentle pleasure rippled up from between her legs and spread through her body. She felt violated and desperately hated her father for touching her so insistently.
“Just give it a few minutes.” Marcus was firm as he held onto his daughter’s legs. Moving his hands up, he gripped them tight onto her ass. Feeling his cock press up against his pants, he wished he could just fuck his daughter right then and there, however, she wasn’t on birth control, and that scared Marcus, but just a bit.
Aimee tried to get away from her father tearing away at her clothes, but he was bigger, and stronger than she was. Knowing her other siblings were still at school had Aimee scared as to what was going to become of her. She felt her pussy exposed to the cool air. At that moment, she knew what her father wanted. “Daddy, please…” she cried as tears ran down her face and stained her light makeup.
“Quit resisting! This is going to be much more unpleasant if you keep on fighting me!”
“Dad! Stop! Please!” Aimee wailed, choking on tears as she felt her father’s hand glide up her trimmed cunt. She choked, crying desperately.
Marcus grabbed both of his daughters’ hands in one large hand and held them behind her back. He could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead. As much as he wanted to stop, he could not help himself. Marcus looked down between his youngest daughter’s legs. She had trimmed her pussy well- not a single hair was out of place. Biting his lip, he unzipped his pants.
Aimee heard her father’s zipper unzip. A chill ran up her spine. All at once, she realized how far her father was willing to go. “Dad, cut it out,” she cried as tears streamed down her face, smearing her light pink mascara. “Please… please…”
Marcus felt a ping of heartache. As much as he did not want to fuck his daughter, he knew deep down that he had to. It was up to him to continue the family line- at any cost. He wrapped his fingers around his dick and smacked it against his daughter’s pussy. He felt the warm softness of her against the length of his cock. Groaning, he pushed the tip up against her soft cunt lips. Already he could feel the heat begging for his cock to enter her.
Aimee wailed louder as she felt her father penetrate her pussy. Tears poured down her face in never ending streams. Her body jerked forward violently. “Ohhhhh god!!!”
Marcus felt his daughter’s cunt wrap tightly around his dick, tightening and holding onto him. Pushing his cock in deeper, he felt her warmth engorge him. “Mmm… yes…” he moaned, “you feel so much like your mother… god… fuck!” Marcus could feel his girthy cock stretching his daughter as he grew in size. Thrusting into her heavily, he reached up and grabbed onto her short ponytail.
“Please! Stop! Dad! NOW!” Aimee held tight onto the side of the couch and pulled herself away from her father, crawling desperately.
“Do you want this to get worse for you? Because, I can certainly make this more unpleasant.”
“Just stop!” Aimee said as she heaved herself over the couch. “Please… anything else…” Tears poured down her face as she choked.
Marcus sighed, “I really wish it had not come to this.” He unclasped his belt and wrapped it around his hand. Kicking his jeans to the floor, Marcus quickly jumped over the couch and grabbed his daughter. He tied his belt around her hands.
“Dad! Noooooo…!”
Holding onto the belt in one hand, he used the other to tie it off on the bottom of one of the couch legs. He pulled it tight, dragging Aimee to the floor with it. “Now, you are going to understand how bad this can really get.”
Aimee tugged at her tightly bound wrists. The more she tried to pull away, the tighter the belt became. Trying to look at the knot to see if she could untie it, she looked away from her father and focused the best she could.
Marcus chuckled, “Alright then. Here we go!”
Aimee looked up at her father’s chubby cock just as he began to urinate. Warm light yellow piss flowed from his dick and onto her bare chest. “What the fuck?” She tried to raise her hands to stop the pee from drenching her, but her hands were caught low to the floor.
“See? Do you want me to keep going?”
“Dad! Stop it!” Aimee cried, trying to get her hands free as the warm piss covered her small chest and ran down between her legs to the floor. Harder and harder, she pulled on the ropes as her father covered her in piss. The warm fluid coated her body, stinking and sticking her arms and legs.
Marcus felt his bladder run dry. He flipped his dick, flinging the last few drops of piss onto his daughter. “Now… yes, now you will obey me. Once I untie your hand, you will bend over the couch or else…”
“Or else what? You’ll take a shit on me?” Aimee screamed.
“Do you want me to?”
Aimee shook her head, “No way.”
“Well, bend over the couch then.”
Aimee nodded. “Fine, dad.” She felt her hands come free of the bondage as her father untied his belt. The smelly piss that covered her chest was almost enough to make her start heaving. She could not understand how her father could do such a thing to her. Trying her hardest, she decided to go along with her father’s plan until her brothers came home. Once they got out of school, she could tell them what had happened.
“Good job,” Marcus said, grabbing hold of his daughter’s thick ass cheeks. He noticed his daughter quivering. “Oh, come on. This isn’t that bad, is it?”
Aimee shook her head, playing along with her dad until her brothers got home. “It’s fine daddy… I… I… I like it…” It took all of her courage to say such a thing to her father, but she did it, and did it without choking. Tears formed in anticipation of the incoming violation to her body. As much as she desperately didn’t want her father to fuck her, it actually felt good. She wished she could share such an experience with her boyfriend.
“Good daughter,” Marcus said as he leaned down and examined between his daughter’s legs. Pulling her little pussy lips apart, he saw her tight cunt, virgin, and ready to be used. He felt his cock tighten in response as he stared at her perfect ass. Unable to wait any longer, she pushed the tip of his girthy cock into his daughter. He could see his thick cock slowly disappearing inside of her. Watching his daughter’s cunt stretch for his cock, he couldn’t help but glance at her ass, wanting to fuck her in every way possible.
Aimee felt the thick tip of her dad’s cock inside her pussy. At first, it hurt desperately, but now, the deeper he went- the better it felt. She could feel his dick grazing her cervix. “Mmmm…” she moaned, fighting back tears as she noticed her father’s cock was growing inside of her. The warmth spread through her pussy, expanding and stretching her insides. She felt extremely full, as if she had just eaten a large meal.
Marcus reached down and wrapped his fingers into his daughter’s hair. He held tight. Slamming his cock into his daughter, stretching her virgin pussy and swelling her lips, Marcus wasn’t certain how much longer he could go. He reached up and wiped sweat from his forehead as he glanced down and noticed how slick his daughter’s pussy was. His left hand went down to her ass. Forcing his thumb into her tight anus, he felt her cunt contract and squeeze on his cock in response. “God,” he groaned as he gripped her hair even tighter. Seeing her curly red hair bounce was almost enough to make him cum on the spot. More than once, he had dreamt of this moment. Now that it was here, he could hardly contain himself.
Aimee jerked forward on the couch, nearly smacking directly into the headboard. She grasped the couch pillows as she suppressed tears. With her mascara running down her face in long streams, she struggled to stay upright for her father. Aimee fell forward, heaving and gasping for air.
“Get up,” Marcus said, looking down at Aimee. He leaned in and kissed her sweaty back. “Do you want to be pissed on again?”
“N-n-no, daddy!” Aimee raised her ass just a bit for her father. Pushing herself back, she felt his dick press against her ass. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead as pain flared through her body. “Ugh… ugh… oh, god,” she moaned as she felt her dad’s dick stretch her ass. It hurt more than her pussy, which was already extremely sensitive and tender. “What… what are you doing? Oh, god, it hurts!”
“Shut up,” Marcus said, holding tight onto his daughter’s hair. He yanked, pulling her little red head back. His cock thrusted into her pussy, smacked against her womb, then withdrew. He could feel the warmth surrounding his cock, and the strong suction from his daughter’s little pussy. Glancing down, his eyes looked upon her trimmed cunt. It was not in any shape, but she had cleaned and trimmed it so well.
Marcus felt sorry for his daughter for a moment. The thought was fleeting and gone before he even realized it was there. His cock was engorged inside his daughter. He had been waiting years for this moment. Now that his wife was out of the picture, and obsessed with carrying on the purity within the family line, he felt his cock tighten in orgasmic pleasure. He felt his hot load surge up from his sack. The cream within his dick sent pleasure up throughout the entire length of him. “Fuck,” he said loudly as he pushed his cock into her until his ball pressed against her soft skin.
Aimee could feel her father tensing up within her pussy. It were as if several fingers were within her at once, but then all straightened at the same time- then expanded. The thickness of her dad stretched her pussy as she felt his cock tighten. Moaning softly under her breath, she had not realized how sexually charged she actually was at the moment. Her pussy massaged her father’s cock instinctually, grabbing onto him and holding tight. Suddenly pleasure rushed over her skin, all over her body at the same time.
“Fuck!” Aimee pushed her cunt down on her father as she felt his dick grow in size, just a bit, bulging within her. “God!”
Marcus felt cum surge from deep down at the base of his cock. Groaning, his head wavered in the air for several moments as his cock burst within the young girl. “I’m going to cum inside you! Fuck!”
Aimee heard her father’s words. “Nooooo! You can’t cum in me! I am not on birth control yet! Please! Please don’t!” As she spoke the words, she felt intense warmth radiating from between her legs. Little black stars swam in her vision as pleasure burst from her cunt and surged through her body. Unable to process what was happening to her pussy, she was swept away by the sheer ecstasy that enveloped her. She could feel her wet pussy squirting on her father’s slick cock. Every heavy thrust sent the pleasure shooting even higher. Her body shook uncontrollably as she looked over her shoulder and watched her sweaty father pound into her.
“God damn!” Marcus felt his cock expand slightly, bulge and burst with his hot load. “Fuck!” Pumping cum into his daughter, he reached down and felt Aimee’s belly. Slowly moving his dick in and out of her while he came, he could feel on his hand the swelling of his daughter’s stomach with each thrust.
Feeling her pussy spread with warmth, Aimee was swept away with the all encompassing orgasm that was taking over her body. She felt the little tingles of pleasure, almost as if they were pins and needles, all over her. It rushed up from between her legs and out through her body like wildfire.
Marcus let out a deep guttural groan. He moved his hands from his daughter’s soft belly and onto her large tits. His cock tightened again, pumping another heavy load into Aimee. Holding himself in the same position, he slowly milked his sticky cock in her pussy. He wanted to make certain every last bit of cum had been drained from his sac. Moment by moment, his thick cock came less and less until only drops of cum were deposited in his daughter.
Aimee felt a chill rush up through her spine. “What… what have you done?”
Her father chuckled. He moved his hips slower, still milking the last bit of cum from his dick. “This family will continue its heritage and bloodline. It must be pure.”
“What does that even mean?” Aimee said, tightening her cunt muscles on her father. She could feel her pussy massage his dick. As much as she wanted to stop, her dad was simply too strong. Frustrated she could not understand the reason to why her father had came inside her pussy, she tried to pull away in desperation. “This is so wrong!”
Marcus’s warm cock shrunk as his thrusting slowed to a gentle pace. He tightened his fighters on her ass, enjoying the perfection in her beauty. “My god…” he groaned as he pulled away. His cock stretched then popped out of his daughter’s cunt. He rolled over onto his back, catching his breath. Looking at his daughter, he noticed her eyes were wide with terror.
Aimee stared at the wall in front of her. Her hands held tight onto the couch. Tears stained her face. She could feel her father’s cum dripping from her cunt and down between her legs.
“Now, you are not to say a thing to your siblings,” Marcus said firmly.
Aimee shook her head. “No. I’m telling my brothers when they get home.”
“Do you want to be pissed on, again?”
“Nothing you do will change my mind.”
Marcus chuckled. He had to piss. Holding the base of his sticky cock with one hand, he urged the pee out. Without hesitation, his cock spewed hot piss onto his daughter’s cunt. He pissed down her legs, spraying his rank urine all over Aimee. “You stupid little bitch. One day you will learn how to behave like a good daughter instead of a whiny brat.”
“Ew! Dad! Stop that!” Aimee tried to get away, but Marcus’s foot quickly stamped down on the belt still tied around her hands. Reaching down, he pulled it tight to the ground, locking her hands at his feet. His piss slathered down his daughter’s back and onto her neck.
Aimee moved her face out of the line of piss, but her father was much faster. His spray smacked her across her cheeks and into her gasping mouth. “Ugh!” Piss coated her tongue. The smell was so intense that she began to heave. “Please… Please… I won’t tell my brothers! Just stop! You are disgusting!”
Marcus chuckled as he reached down and grabbed her between the legs. “You are not to piss until I tell you. If I catch my little brat pissing without my approval, I will fuck your ass instead of your cunt. Do you hear me?”
“Fine….” Aimee replied. How could her father command her not to urinate? What in the actual fuck? She thought about peeing her pants in rebellion.
“Good girl,” Marcus said to his daughter with a smirk. He watched her lower lip pucker out. “Now, keep your stupid fucking mouth shut and this might only happen every now and then. We’ll have to see how eager your sister is to please me.”
“Wait. You are going to fuck Jessica? Please don’t… you know she would break if you do that. Ever since she started applying around for work she has been so on edge. You can’t do that to her. If you must, use me!”
Marcus reached up and stroked his stubby grey beard as he looked down at his daughter. He could see her cute freckles just under his dripping piss. “You are so adorable,” Marcus said as he sat down on the couch. He removed the leather belt around his daughter’s arms. Noticing the light red welts, he hadn’t realized how hard he had actually fucked her. “If you give birth, then I have no need to breed her. Do you understand?”
“You actually want me to get pregnant?” Aimee stammered.
“Why, yes. Yes, I do,” Marcus replied with a smile. Sweat dripped down his face as he stared at her body.
“That’s so weird, dad. Why?”
Marcus sighed. He knew his daughter wouldn’t understand. “Just keep your damn mouth shut unless it’s sucking my cock.”
“I’m sore,” Aimee said with a sigh as she was reaching down and touching herself between the legs. She wanted to talk to her daddy about the whole baby pregnancy thing, but she quickly forgot as her father squeezed on her nubile tits. Her fingers gently spread her swollen pussy lips. Even though the lightest touch sent tremendous waves of pleasure through her body, the inside of her pussy felt hot. Spreading her lips, she could feel the soft touch of cool air wash over her walls. “Mmmm…” she whispered as she closed her eyes. Starting to enjoy the pleasure rather than resist it, Aimee focused on the rippling ecstasy emanating from between her legs. She loved her father and wanted to please him. “Daddy… I love you so much. I really do. My body is yours… whatever you want, please; let me be the one to give it to you.
Marcus laid next to his daughter, watching her play with herself. He saw a small bit of his thick white cum form at the base of his daughter’s pussy. It grew, swelling in size until it dripped down into the crevice of her anus. More formed and fell in globs, over and over for several moments. Marcus chuckled. “God damn! I filled you up. If that doesn’t get you preggo, I don’t know what will.”
Aimee snuggled against her father. She could feel a certain warmth seeping from her body and dripping down her pussy into her ass. It kind of tickled, but only a bit. For the most part, the sensation she felt was pleasure. Her pussy felt as if it were full. Moaning softly, she embraced the erotic tingles of her father’s cum inside her cunt.
Even though Aimee nor her father knew for certain, but Aimee’s womb had dropped an egg just earlier that day. Deep inside, Marcus’s sperm engorged his daughter’s cervix, seeping into her and diving into the nestled egg. Within moments, conception had happened. The egg was fertilized, and unbeknownst to either one of them, but Aimee was fully impregnated.
Watching his daughter, Marcus sat beside her on the couch and lifted her feet to go over his lap. He pulled the closest one up to his mouth and kissed each toe gently. Seeing his daughter’s eyes close, he sucked each toe into his mouth. His tongue curled around the soft base of each toe. Curling his hands around the foot at his mouth, he began to massage her, pressing hard into her muscles. He could feel the warmth of her feet in his hands as he ran his tongue down the length of his daughter’s sole. “How do you like that?” he whispered. After no response, he picked up his daughter’s other foot and pressed his cock in between the two.
Marcus’s thick cock had become flaccid as well as sensitive. He began to jerk himself off with his daughter’s tender feet. Using her soles, he could feel the gentle softness of each gliding up the entire length of his cock, up and down, over and over. “Fuck…” he said under his breath. He could see his daughter’s small tits bounce gently on the couch as his hands went faster. Each time he moved Aimee’s feet up, he could feel his cock stretching and pulling. He knew he wasn’t ready to cum again, but this was just too good of an opportunity to just kick back and enjoy himself.
Marcus pulled his daughter’s feet up to his mouth and kissed over her ankles. “You are just too perfect,” he said to his daughter as he watched her fell asleep. He smiled when he heard the light snoring. “Well then,” he said in a hushed down, “that went well.”
On the far length of the wall, opposite of the couch, was a walk-in closet. Little did Marcus, nor Aimee, know, but Jessica was in there, watching everything. She could hardly watch, but she did. She knew that she would have to play her part as the big sister and do the right thing. Hesitating, she thought about what would become of her if she spoke up. Would she be in the same position as her younger sister? Biting her lip, she withdrew her fingers from the handle and continued to watch, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
Marcus stood up from the couch and picked up his clothing. He walked down the hallway and around the corner into the bathroom. After a quick shower, he decided to take an afternoon nap before the rest of his family got home. Forgetting about his daughter laying spread on the couch, he put on a pair of boxers then laid down in bed, his hands crossing behind his head. The cool air from the AC in the window brought a sense of relaxation over his body moments before he slipped into the darkness and fell asleep.