Author's note. I'm aware this story will not be for everyone. I want to place a gentle reminder that this is fantasy and fiction and should exist no where in the real world outside of one's imagination. Please be aware that this contains non-consent and incest before continuing.
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My pussy was wetter than it had ever been. I could feel the slickness of my juices down my inner thighs and my clit throbbed with my heartbeat. I was a mess.
Today was the day my husband and I had been waiting for. Today was our little girl's 18th birthday.
I sat impatiently on the couch. I wore a t-shirt that was so old you could see my tits through it but had taken off my pants and panties. Soaked fabric against my puffy folds was uncomfortable. I wiggled my bare ass against the soft material of the couch cushion and spread my legs, trying to cool my pussy off.
Any minute now it was going to happen.
I could hear them in the other room. My husbands grunts and daughter's scared cries filled the silence of the house.
I heard loud bangs and then a crash. Something had fallen over and shattered, a casualty of the day.
"Daddy please, no!" our daughter begged and I grabbed my tit through my shirt. I pinched my nipple hard enough to make my pussy clench.
Almost.
My husband's low voice vibrated in my chest but I couldn't make out what he was saying to her. Fabric ripped and there was a quiet whimper.
Any second now.
"Ah!" my daughter cried out in pain.
My pussy gushed, this was it.
Firm, wet slapping sounds came from the hallway now.
He had done it. He was in her. He was fucking our baby girl.
I twisted both my nipples, tugging on them tightly.
The headboard of my daughter's bed banged rhythmically against the wall.
They were fucking.
Right now my little girl's virgin cunt was being pounded by her father's magnificent, thick cock.
I felt my girl cum drip down to my asshole, making me desperate to cum. I wanted to wait though, I wanted to cum when he did.
I knew it wouldn't be long. Waiting eighteen years was a long time. I also knew she was tight. I was at her age and she was the spitting image of me. Before today she hadn't even so much as had a tampon inside her. But today, she was going to be stretched out good and hard by her Daddy, just like I was at her age.
I could still hear him grunting but she had gone quiet, no longer making a sound. I knew every little girl wasn't like me who spread her thighs eagerly for their Daddy on this sacred day. I knew she'd learn to love it though, they all did eventually.
The slaps of skin against skin sped up until my husband roared.
He was cumming.
My husband was cumming in our daughter.
I pulled my nipples away from my chest, the pain and idea of my daughter taking her first creampie sent me over the edge and I came. My pussy pulsed and throbbed in orgasm without every being touched. It felt fucking amazing.
I was still panting a few minutes later when my husband walked in to the room, naked as can be.
His thick, heavy cock, was glistening in the light, a bead of cum lingering on his cockhead. As he got closer I could see smears of our baby girl's virginity on his abdomen and balls. My mouth watered.
He swaggered into the kitchen and winked at me, reaching in to the fridge to grab a water bottle.
I practically ran over to him, my thighs sliding against each other from the slick there.
He reeked of cum and wet pussy.
"So?" I asked him eagerly, my finger tips reaching out to rub the reddish cream on his skin.
"It's done," he grunted, taking a swig of water.
"She fight you?" I asked breathlessly, squeezing my thighs together to try and ease the ache there.
He nodded and grinned. "Hell yeah she did."
"Fuck baby, did you rape our little girl?"
His large hand reached out and pulled me up against him, my hand automatically gripping his thickening cock in my hand. It was slick with our daughter's juices.
"I fucked her good baby," he said huskily, leaning down to kiss me.
Our tongues lewdly rubbed against each other for a few minutes in the kitchen as I slowly jerked him off, using my baby girl's pussy juices as lube.
"Was her pussy tight?" I asked him, pulling away from his mouth. I wanted to hear all about it.
I gasped as he cupped my pussy, pushing two of his big fingers up inside me.
"You like that baby?" he asked me. "Hearing about how I fucked our little girl?"
"Ohh fuck," I moaned as he quickly curled them and rubbed my g-spot. My husband knew my pussy better than anyone, even my own Daddy.
He leaned down to whisper in my ear, his fingers never stopping their milking motion inside me. "Her cunt was tight as fuck, but it's not anymore."
I groaned at his words, holding on to his biceps as he fingered me.
"Did you--" I gasped as I felt my legs tremble. I was going to cum soon. "Did you cum in her like we talked about?"
My husband smirked and pulled his fingers out of my pussy. He pushed my shoulders down so that I knelt at his feet. I licked my lips. I knew what he wanted. What we both wanted.
"Taste our daughter's cherry," he said roughly and I eagerly opened my mouth for him to fuck. Without a warm up he shoved his cock in and the tang of my daughter's virginity and cunt juices exploded on my tongue. He gripped my hair tightly in his fist, fucking my mouth the way we both loved. "Finish yourself," he said gruffly. "Cum with the taste of your daughter's cunt on your tongue."
My hand shot down between my legs. I quickly slid my own two fingers into my greedy hole and tried to time my breathing with his rough thrusts into the back of my throat. Within seconds I was cumming, juices squirting down my open thighs and onto the kitchen floor.
"That's my good girl," he said softly, pulling my mouth off his cock.
I leaned against his powerful thigh for a few moments and caught my breath. After helping me up, he drank some more water and then handed me the bottle to finish it off.
After drinking a swallow or two I placed it on the counter.
"So, did you?" I asked again. "Did you cum in her?"
My husband grinned and gestured to the hallway. "Why don't you go see for yourself?"
I got two steps toward my daughter's bedroom before I felt a tug on the back of my shirt. Confused, I stopped and looked back at him. He simply pulled my shirt up over my head and tossed it on the kitchen table.
"There are those tits I love," he said, reaching out to grab one. He squeezed it harshly but I loved it. I loved how he manhandled my body. It was his to do with as he liked after all, and I loved every minute of it.
With a slap on my ass he walked toward our little girl's room, his hard cock bobbing along to lead the way. I trotted to catch up, eager to find out the answer to my question.
It was a beautiful sunny morning and her blinds and curtains were all pulled back to let in the cheerful sunlight. It was a stark contrast to the horror on my baby's face as she lay on her childhood bed.
Hazel was on her back, her body bare and uncovered. There were several reddish purple marks on her tits and her nipples were puffy. My husband loved to use his mouth during sex, suckling on my tits every chance he got. It appeared he didn't spare our daughter the same treatment. There were bruises around her wrists from where his strong hands had held her down to force his cock into her.
Her thighs were spread open with her knees bent where her father had left them, her no longer virgin pussy on full display. Gone was the modest little girl we had raised as she made no attempt to cover herself when we walked in to her room. She laid still, staring blankly at the wall and didn't acknowledge us at all.
As I stepped closer to the bed I could smell her well fucked pussy and the bleachy scent of her father's cum that I loved. Her pussy was red and swollen with a small gape. Her Daddy had ridden her hard. Her thighs were smeared with the same red pussy cream that her father's stomach and balls were covered in. The same juices that I had just cleaned off his cock.
And there, in her well fucked pussy hole, I could see my husband's white load of cum. He had done it. He had bred our little girl.
I grinned ear to ear and glanced back at him.
