Daddy Spanks His Good Little Girl
Tamara Spencer
The tears spilled hot down my cheeks. I knelt on my parents' bed, my lips still sticky with Mommy's pussy. Daddy just abandoned me. He didn't want to make love to me. He didn't want to put a baby in my belly. He threw me off him and ran.
"Wait, Andrew, wait!" Mommy shouted as she chased after him, rushing down the stairs.
"What the fuck was that, Alexis!" Daddy roared from downstairs.
It was so simple. He had come back from six months overseas in the army. In the Middle East fighting bad guys. He had a week's leave before he had to go and finish his tour. This was my chance to be bred by the others in the Daddy's Good Girl Club. With the help of my friends (and their mothers), I had seduced Mommy into incest. She helped me arrange it for today.
First, she made love to Daddy, then she invited me in to join them. I ate her out while Mommy stroked his dick. I thought Daddy was getting into it, but then he shoved me away when I kissed him after Mommy came.
He hated me.
I was a disgusting little girl.
I screeched from the pain and fell back on the bed. It wasn't fair. It wasn't. All my friends were bred. I had to spend the last few months watching them seduce their fathers. Seeing their pregnancy tests. I had to swallow my jealousy. Counting down the days for when Daddy would return so I could love him.
So I could reward him for being a hero and defending America. He was a hero. My hero.
And he hated me.
* * *
Alexis Spencer
"Your daughter loves you!" I shouted at my husband as he headed for the door naked.
"Love?" He spun around. "That wasn't love up there. That was lust! Perverse lust! It's fucking incest, Alexis."
"And? She does love you? So what if it's incest."
"It's wrong. A crime against God, nature, and the fucking State of Washington!" he roared. "How about that."
"What is wrong with it?" I pressed. I placed my hands on my hips, my big boobs bouncing. "She loves you. It's consensual. You're not raping her. You're not forcing her. You're not taking advantage of her. She seduced me. She wants to seduce you."
"She's a child for fuck sake!" he growled, his cock bouncing hard before him.
"She's eighteen." I stepped toward him. "She's an adult now."
"And you already fucked her." He sneered at me.
"Yep." I didn't flinch from the accusation in my husband's eyes. He was bigger than me. Stronger. He could tie me into a knot, but I had never been afraid of him. "She's amazing. You love her. You want her, so why are you balking? Screw the law. They'll never know. I won't tell. I think it's wonderful. There's only woman woman I would share you with. Our daughter."
He shook his head.
"Why don't you go up there and fuck her? What's holding you back, Andrew?"
"It's wrong." He shook at me with rage. "It's wrong, and you're a cunt for setting me up!"
* * *
Andrew Spencer
I had never called my wife the C-word. I had never been this mad before in my life.
"You're pissed?" she demanded.
"I'm boiling as fucking hot as the sun!" I growled, my hands balled into fists.
She sneered at me. "You're just angry because you're hard." She flicked the tip of my dick. It bounced before me. "Look at how hard you are. You're a slab of steel. You want to fuck her. That's why you're mad because you're a man who wants his little girl. Well, you have nothing to be ashamed about."
"I don't want to fuck my daughter," I growled, my dick throbbing. Aching.
"Then why are you so hard." She flicked the tip of my cock again. "Why are you a slab of fucking steel. You want to be in pussy. You want to be in our little girl's pussy, don't you?"
"No!" I roared. "I would never do that."
My wife laughed. She stroked up and down my wet dick. "You want her. She's upstairs. Let's go up there and make love to her."
"You're a fucking whore! A slut who touched our daughter."
"I did more than touch her," she purred. "I ate her cunt. Fingered her asshole. I've kissed her. Showered with her. I've been intimate with her, and you want to experience that same delight. You can. She's upstairs. She's waiting for you, Andrew. Our little girl is crying right now because she thinks you hate her."
"I don't hate her," I growled, her words making my cock pulse. I was so hard. My nuts were so sore. "And she knows it. You're... You're..."
She smirked at me. She knew. She fucking knew what I craved, and it pissed me off. I grabbed her. I spun her around and bent her over the back of the couch. She gasped as she bent over, her rump aimed at me. Her shaved cunt dripped in my juices.
"Such a wanton wife," I roared and spanked her.
CRACK!
My hand landed on her rump. I left a big, red spot behind as she moaned like a whore.
"Yes, yes," she moaned. "I was so naughty. I fucked our daughter. I'm a bad wife. A wicked mother. Punish me, Andrew!"
CRACK!
I had spanked my wife in play, but this was something different. I was punishing her. I wanted to make her ass glow. It excited me. My hand drew back as she squirmed there, her pussy dripping with her passion. The spicy aroma of her cunt filled the air.
CRACK!
"Yes, yes, I'm such a wicked mommy," she moaned. "Ooh, yes, I ate our daughter's pussy out and drowned in her cream."
CRACK!
"You fucking whore!" I snared, my dick so hard. Her ass burned red.
CRACK!
"I am, honey!" she moaned, her back arching. Her brown hair danced. "I'm a dirty, dirty whore! I tongued her asshole!"
CRACK!