by Writing Shark
Your wife licks her daughter to orgasm
“Are you happy?” Alice looks over her shoulder, her hair brushing her bare shoulder blades and veiling her eyes. But the joyful, excited, maybe a little nervous glow is clear.
“Yes daddy. How about you?” You grin and squeeze with your hands. Hellen knows the position well and you just have to push her forward a little with your weight and the pressure of your cock deep inside her. The soft ‘Ohfuckyessss’ of your daughter shows that Hellen has found the spot between her daughter’s spread legs.
“Honey your dad has widened you so much” she murmurs admiringly as her fingers pull her daughter’s labia apart.
“When I… oh yes… When I think of you having him inside you… ha… so many times…”
“You will have too darling.” Hellen kneels between you and Alice, your girl on her back, legs spread and leaning against the wall, fingers in her mother’s hair, you behind your wife, hands on her ass. Together with your daughter, you push Hellen back and forth between you while looking into each other’s eyes. It’s a familiar moment, the family united in the pleasure you’ve created. It is perfect.
Alice is doing well. Hellen rubs her swollen clit with her fingers and spoils her daughter. Your wife needs her mouth for something else because you haven’t taken care of your whole family yet. As her walls tighten around your cock you feel more powerful than ever.
“Gemma my princess, would you like what your mother and sister have?” You and the women on the bed look at the lost girl on the chair against the wall with mocking pitty. Gemma is meek and tense. With her mouth slightly open, she stares over at you, her hands resting convulsively in her lap with white knuckles. She nods her head meekly.
“Hellen honey, tell your other daughter why she’s sitting in the chair while you eat her sister out.” With moisture on her mouth and chin, Hellen turns her head to Gemma.
“Because you were a bad daughter.” Hellen shows no mercy, as you will, and so will she. “Because you thought you were something without your father’s cock inside you.” While Alice throws her head back and enjoys her mother’s fingers, lost in their incestuous game, you know Hellen well enough to see how much the words she speaks scare her. Not because they hurt Gemma, your daughter knows she deserves the truth, but because Hellen fears she can never make up for her mistake.
“Look at your mother Gemma,” you command, and your princess turns her blurry eyes on her. “She failed me, and yet she’s the one I’m fucking.”
“And yet you put so much effort into it” says Hellen. A cry of pleasure from your other daughter interrupts your play briefly.
“Gemma it’s so fucking awesome to sleep with my parents” Alice moans, pressing her hips against the other woman’s head. “There is nothing better. Daddy is so good and big and strong and perfect and mom is such a horny little whore for me when he fucks her. Shit Gemma it’s so gooood!” And Gemma knows her mom and sister are right.
“So why is it you who sits there alone, wet and horny and unable to do anything?” Your brutality has a purpose. You would never be harsh on your daughters without a reason. And Gemma knows what you want from her.
“Because I deserve it” she moans in agony, rocking around in her chair, desperate not to stick her fingers in her tight tight cunny. “I deserve it because I didn’t understand what was important.”
“And what is important Gemma?” You look to her, pressing Hellen against Alice while you fuck your wife quickly and skillfully.
“You daddy!” sobs your daughter. “I was so stupid.” Then her voice brightens, excited despair replacing her grief. “But I know better now! You made me better daddy!” Hellen moans into her daughter’s wet folds as she comes. She is happy for Gemma. “I’ll do better daddy.” Then her eyes wander to her mother’s sweaty tens body and you see one half of the miracle.
“Speak Gemma,” you say, giving her something special, something big, something only you can give her. A purpose.
“I hate my mother.” And Gemma is happy with that. “I hate her because she took me away from you. I hate her because she thought I would be happier with her. And I hate her because she made me stupid and useless.” Then you fill Gemma, your lovely princess with the second part of your gift. Love.
“Go on.”
“But I’ll be better daddy, for you. I’m going to be the daughter you see in me. We’re gonna have so much fun together.” And Gemma knows it’s true, you won’t leave her again. “I will obey you, only you. And Alice when you’re not around. I’ll help her make you happy, Daddy. You are the most important. I’m so glad you saved me daddy.” Hellen comes again and you caress her bottom while pushing her between your oldest legs.
“Good sis.” Your muffin is also happy about the change. She has her hand in her mother’s hair and beams contentedly at you and Gemma. “You finally got it. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
“Please help me hate my mother. Please help me have only your pleasure in my head. Please teach me how to fuck and suck and jerk off and everything Alice already knows how to do.”
Gemma goes wild. She slides around on the chair until it almost topples over, she thrusts her little breasts at you, her nipples poking through her nightgown. She rubs her legs together while her eyes lose focus.
“Please daddy… I can’t take it anymore. My holes are all yours. Fuck me where you want daddy! In my conny and…and everywhere! Please… I can’t take anymore I… I’m going crazy… I can’t do this daddy… please… help me… help…”
You swing out of bed, your cock withdrawing from your wife’s smacking cunt, pulling strands of pleasure nectar out of her that fall against her thigh. You walk across the room, standing in front of your daughter. Her eyes grow wide, your slimy cock bobs mightily in front of her face, reddish and throbbing. As if of her own accord, Gemma opens her mouth, stretching her pink tongue towards the pole she wants to impale herself on. But you crouch down.
“You’re ready Gemma,” you whisper.
“Daddy…” she is desperate, so desperate.
“Your mind is open to me, just like your body. You know everything you need to know.”
“Thank you daddy… thank you…” Your hand strokes your cock, collecting the juice from Hellen and your precum. Then you lift a finger and Gemma goes quiet as you rub the warm secretion under her nose and onto her cheeks.
“Take it inside you princess” you whisper, “take it in and let it clear your head.”
And Gemma is quiet, still. Her big eyes fix on you, her mouth is still open but she breathes through her snub nose while her brain changes to your liking, imprinting the scent of sex with your caring immage.
“Yes daddy.”
“Good girl.” You kiss her forehead. “I’m proud of you.”
Writing Shark 