Fertile Valley is known for its good weather, but just like anywhere else, it has its rainy days, and this is one of them. James came home to the two-story house he shared with his darling daughter-wife and would have heard the heavy rain he had just driven through if not for the loud music coming from the living room. He walked into his house with the confidence of a man who had conquered the world, surveying his domain with a straight back and his head held high; he had the posture of a Fertile Valley man. He may have only had one house and two cars, but it was like a kingdom, complete with his own princess and heir already on the way. The men in Fertile Valley knew the secret to happiness: trying hard to be a man who deserves the fantastic woman, a good woman who was faithful, obedient, and your personal slut.
James noticed two backpacks and pairs of shoes by the door, all soaking wet. Daisy must have a friend over, he thought, probably the next-door neighbor, Mckenzie. Each of their bags had the coveted "3H Club" patch on their bags, marks of membership to the most prestigious girls club at school, the "Three Holes Club." They had each become members before graduating two years ago, and like all 3H Girls, kept showing it off even after starting college. Membership in the 3H Club meant that one man in her family, usually her father, exclusively owned her body, used all her holes whenever he wanted without asking, and actively tried to breed her. All 3H members must also show school spirit, usually by being active in at least one other club and having a high minimum GPA. Girls who arrived at school with family seed running down their thighs tended to get some leeway on the GPA requirement. After all, it can be challenging for even the most academically-inclined girl to keep perfect grades once her father was fucking all of her holes at any time, day or night.
Girls with 3H Club membership proudly displayed that fact in many ways, with some girls putting the coveted "3H" logo on everything they could. 3H Girls strive to represent the ideal of how a girl should be. James was happy to hear his daughter got her membership soon after her 18th birthday, and it just added to the reasons that he couldn't help but show off his slut around town. He and his daughter-wife lived with fewer luxuries than they could afford, but he couldn't help but buy her the expensive but tasteful 3H locket she frequently wore when leaving the house. The locket contained a picture of them smiling together, a happy daughter sitting on the lap of her daddy, but if one looked closely, Daisy had some cum splashed across her face. In fact, each of the photos on display around their house is like any standard photo of a happy, incestuous couple at first glance, with the ownership marks becoming obvious after further inspection. Daisy loved her daddy's cum.
The music continued playing as James removed his shoes and hung up his jacket. He had gotten home early, around four o'clock, without informing his daughter of his plans. Usually, he came home at about five-thirty to the smell of her cuisine but decided that tonight he'd go home before she started cooking and surprise her with a night out. In the living room, he saw his daughter and her friend Mckenzie, two wet teens who had earlier been caught in the rain by surprise. Daisy and Mckenzie lived right next door to each other and shared (almost) everything. They had been friends throughout high school and were both now starting their second year of college, with Daisy working on her psychology degree and Mckenzie studying nutritional science.
Both girls barely passed the 5-foot mark when standing up straight, and both had long hair that ran past their shoulders, but they also had several differences. Mckenzie's dark red, wavy hair contrasted with her green eyes, and she was proud of her plump ass, which got abused and groped much more frequently by her father than her A-cup tits. Daisy's brown eyes and hair framed her angelic face, and while her ass was a sight as well, she loved to show off her C-cup cleavage. Mckenzie sat cross-legged on the long couch, a little too haphazardly, one might say, as her short plaid skirt did not cover her crotch. That was probably on purpose, however, as she loved showing off her embroidered panties with a message declaring who owned the holes they covered. Mckenzie was a tease that enjoyed antagonizing men by giving them peeks of what they can never have and then faithfully returning home to her father, a burly fellow named Angus, who would pound her asshole senseless out of jealousy as she described how the other men ogled her.
Daisy was James's perfect princess; her Korean features from her mother barely softened by the caucasian looks of her father. Daisy acted much more proper than her friend unless she had her daddy alone and in private when she couldn't keep away from the daddycock she loved so much. She never teased other men as her friend did. Daisy made sure that any men who might show interest in her knew Daddy had already taken her, so there were no mixed signals. She sat on the floor with her laptop on the coffee table, looking at a recipe she wanted to try for dinner tonight as she chatted with Mckenzie. Neither of the girls had seen James yet as he paused by the entryway and looked on in admiration at the love of his life.
Daisy's wet hair clung to her as she hadn't completely dried off after coming in from the rain. She looked gorgeous and was always trying new looks and styles for her daddy to enjoy, but she always made sure to wear a dress or skirt for him. James' heart filled with love as he looked at his daughter. He was sure he didn't deserve an angel like her and thanked God daily for every moment they had together. He was sure that if he told her right now how beautiful she was with her wet clothes, minimal makeup, and hair in disarray, she would rebuff him, claiming that she looked frumpy or messy or some other nonsense. She never seemed to believe him when he said she looked perfect and beautiful, whether she lounged around the house in a simple camisole and a ponytail or in high heels and a thousand-dollar dress. This daddy felt the greatest joy and admiration a man could feel every time he looked at his daughter-lover.
The two girls' personalities contrasted somewhat, with Daisy more reserved, preferring to limit most public displays of affection to hand-holding and kisses instead of the active public groping her friend did with her father. In fact, on one road trip, Mckenzie had slipped her pussy on her dad's cock as they rode in the back seat as James drove to the bed and breakfast with Daisy's head resting on his shoulder. The amorous couple in the backseat tried to make it look like an innocent case of a daughter sitting on her dad's lap, at some point pretending to be sleepy and turning around, straddling her dad and trying not to moan as the car bounced on the dirt road and her daddy's big hands massaged her small A-cup breasts. Daisy felt terrible for her daddy as she knew he loved road head, and his erection was practically crying out for it, but she was too shy to do anything with anyone else in the car, even when those other people were fucking their brains out and not paying attention. She made it up to him as she gave him wonderfully long, teasing, sloppy blowjobs twice a day for the entire week-long getaway. And like any good 3H-girl, her asshole and pussy were filled with paternal cum daily as well.
Daisy was determined to come out of her shell because she saw how hard her daddy got whenever they walked through the park and saw other incestuous couples go at it. He never said so, be she knew he wanted to show her off with his cock in her. Of course, Daisy sucked off her father in the car as they parked in the parking lot outside the mall, being sure they did not enter until she could walk around hand-in-hand with him, showing off the cum on her face. She also walked around the county fair with dried streaks of cum on her thighs (even if it itched a little) with a beaming smile as she clung to the man of her dreams and played carnival games and ate unhealthy food. Those were things that a good daughter does to show how much she loves her daddy and appreciates being owned by him. It was also how a father showed off his sexy cum dumpster slut. It was a perfect relationship.
Unlike most girls her age, however, Daisy had yet to suck off her father in a movie theater or fuck him in a dressing room, much less slip under the table when they went to a restaurant. Nevertheless, though, James was happy. Daisy was shy, but he knew he raised her right, and their love was pure. She loved him and worshiped his cock, and James returned that love in kind. He would be happy even if the only sexual contact with her were looking into her beautiful brown eyes as she took him down her throat and caressing her face with his hand as she mewled over his cock as he read her bedtime incest stories. Yes, he was addicted to all of her, including her tight asshole and squirting pussy. It was sublime to cause her to shudder and wail as her squirting pussy drenched his face and filled his mouth, and he savored her flavor as he lapped up and swallowed her juices, just as she did for him. But they weren't just father and daughter or inseparable sexual partners; they were soulmates. They did everything together; what mattered most to him was that she was his. He felt lucky to find his soulmate and made sure she knew it. Even if something happened and sex wasn't an option, his heart would ache without her nearby.
While Daisy was jealous of her friend's seeming lack of reservation of incestuous sex with an audience, Mckenzie was very jealous of her friend for one thing: being pregnant by her dad. It wasn't that Mckenzie didn't try to get pregnant. It was just that her dad especially loved fucking her in the ass. A lot. Sure, her dad used the rest of her body like any good dad should, but he hadn't been trying hard to impregnate his daughter, at least not like James. Sometimes Mckenzie just wanted to somehow tie each of her limbs to the posts of the bed she shared with her dad with a note over her pussy saying, "BREED ME," and that he'd dump load after load in her until they were sure she'd be pregnant for the next ten years.
Daisy and Mckenzie talked about their concerns before James came home, and Mckenzie was convinced that the obvious solution to her problem was just to come right out and demand her dad breed her, just like she imagined. She was also sticking around to help Daisy with her problem.
After a few minutes of James soaking in the beauty that was his offspring, Daisy finally looked up to see her daddy standing there, looking at her like a man who had just been told he had won the lottery but didn't quite believe it. She jumped up excitedly, saying, "Daddy! You're home early!"
Daisy ran over to James, and they kissed as James' hands groped her ass. She usually wasn't this frisky with people around, but today was different. Daisy's right hand drifted down to her daddy's crotch and squeezed it as she tilted her head slightly down while looking up at him with her cute face, her big doe eyes displaying an innocence that contrasted with the sluttiness of her actions. She then whispered in an entrancing voice, "Is this for me? I've been waiting for it all day."
James was immediately at full length, his cock straining against his slacks. Daisy traced the length of his meat with her fingers until a wet spot started to spread near the tip due to all of the precum she was making him produce, a damp spot mirrored in her panties.
"What brought this on?" James croaked out as Daisy pushed him back to his chair and sank to her knees.
Daisy started unbuckling his belt, "Silly Daddy, I'm eating for two now, and I need my afternoon snack."
"I mean, your friend..."
"She told me I've seen her daddy do a lot with her, and now I owe her. I agree." Daisy's delicate fingers unzipped his fly.
