Dory And Daddy Pt 03

Dory and Daddy part 3

Recap: (I was stunned, too stunned for words. I thought, "No wonder I always felt different than other girls." I always felt close to my parents, aunt Mel, and cousin Phillip, who is my half-brother. It all makes sense now, although it is totally taboo in our society. Daddy kept it all in the family.)

"So, my mother was my father's sister?" I asked.

Aunt Mel replied, "Yes." "Your father and Ruth were fucking on a regular basis." "She got pregnant, and I also started sleeping with him." Two months later, I was pregnant, and Brad, Ruth, and I spent many nights in bed together.

A year later, I married Cole, who I knew from school. I knew Cole was gay, but he is the most caring person I've ever known. He provided for Phillip and me as if he were a straight married man. Yes, Cole does bone me once in a while. It's a shame he prefers men because he has some nice equipment that fills a pussy in all the right ways.

Just then, I heard a car door. I jumped, and Mel said, "Calm down, girl, it's just the guys." I called home and told them to come here.

I felt a bit self-conscious about my nakedness as Cole and Phillip walked into the kitchen. They both smiled as they assessed my nude body.

"Don't you men have a kiss for me?" asked Aunt Mel.

Cole bent and kissed her on the cheek, and Phillip bent and soul-kissed his mother while mauling her mature tits.

"Well, don't just stand there; give Dory a warm welcome," Mel said.

Cole came to me and kissed me on the cheek, then Phillip came over and embraced me as he stuck his tongue into my throat, cupped my ass, and mauled one of my small breasts. My head was spinning in confusion and lust. I wrapped my arms around him as he slipped one hand into my cleft and stroked my clit.

I clung to him as Mel reached between us and undid his jeans, freeing his hard cock. I felt Phillip's hard cock against my belly and felt like I was going to melt in bliss. I always felt close to Phillip; now I know what the attraction was. He is definitely hung like a horse.

"Suck his cock, Dory," Mel said.

I slid to my knees and saw the most massive cock I could ever imagine. I reached out, taking it in my small hand. I couldn't even touch my forefinger to my thumb. He was huge! I stuck my little tongue out and licked the clear droplet of fluid on the end of the head of his cock. I then opened my mouth as far as I could and inserted the head of that sexual destroyer. I savored the clean, fresh taste and pumped his cockshaft while sucking as much of his prong as I could.

Phillip held the top of my head and guided me back and forth as if he were fucking my skull. Mel had Uncle Cole's impressively sized cock in her mouth and held his egg-sized nuts in her palm. When he was totally hard, she told him to fuck my ass.

Cole got behind me on his knees and slipped his cock through my cunt crack, getting the head of his cock lubricated before entering my small asshole. He centered it on my anal ring and pushed gently but firmly as I relaxed my sphincter to allow him easy access. I learned that relaxing my sphincter made entry better for the man and myself.

Cole had firmly planted himself in my asshole and flipped me back. Phillip climbed between our legs and centered his manhood on my very wet and willing cunt slit. He pushed slowly but steadily, forcing his gargantuan cock into my cunt. I'd never felt so satisfied in my life.

Daddy walked into the kitchen and kneeled next to my head. I instinctively grabbed his cock and stuffed him into my mouth, sucking his cock meat for all I was worth.

Mel was stroking her cunt as she looked on, witnessing my first three-way penetration of many to come. I had a cock in all three of my orifices. The men set a rhythm of sawing in and out of my body. I started climaxing, adding copious amounts of lubricating girl cum to both my slut cunt and ass.

Daddy bellowed out, "That's it, Dory, work your slutty whore cunt and ass on those cocks." "Swallow your dad's cum," he said, as he blasted three ropes of sperm down my receptive gullet.

Next, I felt Uncle Cole's cock twitch in my asshole and the warm flood of semen as he emptied his nuts into my bowels. Phillip moaned as he gripped my ass and plunged as hard as he could into my very wet, climaxing, slutty cunt, dumping his potent seed.

Phillip pulled out as he rolled onto his back. As he slipped away from me, there was a sucking sound followed by a pop. I felt an emptiness as the air hit my distended cunt. The air felt cool against the copious quantity of sexual juices seeping from my twat.

I rolled off of Cole and laid my arm over Phillip. I drifted off to sleep there on the kitchen floor.

Later, we ate and spent the evening fucking in every possible way in Daddy's bed. I woke to find Daddy in the center of the bed, with Mel on the other side of him. I quietly got out of bed and went to take a shower. I started cleaning myself off when Phillip stepped into the shower.

He embraced me and kissed me. Our tongues played out a duel in our mouths as I felt his hands on my breast and his long cock against my stomach. My God, he was huge and virile. His cock was becoming stiff, and I reached down to stroke it as I moaned into his mouth. As he poured liquid soap onto his now hard cock, he turned me around to face the shower wall.

He centered it on my anal pucker and slowly pushed himself into my rectum. I gasped as he filled my bowels and stroked in and out of me while I fingered my horny twat. He reached around and pinched my nipples, and I gushed another shot of copious girl juice down my legs to the shower floor.

Phillip filled my ass with his seed and withdrew his cock. Both of us then went about cleaning ourselves and went naked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for all of us. I felt so natural being naked in front of my family, even if others thought it was strange. We are family, and we love each other.

After all of us were awake and our nutritional needs were met, we got back to sexual escapades. Dad found Phillip and Coe in the spare room, with Phillip on his back getting a good blow job from Cole, who was on his knees. Daddy walked up behind Cole with his cock in his hand and unceremoniously pushed it up Cole's asshole.

Mel came in and straddled Phillip's head, settling her hot twat over his face as she leaned forward and stuck her tongue in daddy's mouth. I saw Coles' unattended cock dangling under him, so I got on my back and wiggled under him. I took his cock into my mouth as he sucked Phillip's cock and got fucked by my father.

Daddy began slapping Cole's behind and calling him a faggot sissy boy. Cole's cock became hard in my mouth and blasted rope after rope of cum into my waiting mouth while I frantically rubbed my inflamed, overheated cunt.

Daddy grunted and bellowed out, "Yes, take my cum in your faggot ass." I thought it was actually sort of ironic. After everyone's sexual needs were temporarily abated, we got dressed and tended to our day.

I cleaned the house while thinking I should probably be ashamed, disgusted, and horrified by our scandalous incestuous acts. In the past two months, I have had continuous sex with my father, and in the past two days, I've had sex with my aunt, my uncle, and my half-brother and cousin. But I love them all, and I enjoy the sex.

Love doesn't equal sex. Love is an emotion; sex is a physical act, an act that has ensured the survival of our species. The fact that we are family is what drives bible-thumpers insane in their zealous self-righteousness. Most of them are hypocrites, secretly lusting for one another while pretending to be morally righteous.

Aunt Mel is the same size as my mom. She looks a lot like my mom. I love her, I wish mom were here. It was early evening, and we prepared and ate supper. Daddy announced that we were all going to town for a night out. He instructed me to wear one of the very small, tight-fitting slinky dresses and told Mel to wear one of mom's slinky dresses.

I didn't even know about mom's slutty wardrobe. Daddy had built her a hidden closet in the master bedroom. The outfits hidden in it were outright scandalous. They would make a hardened street-walking whore happy and proud.

We met in the living room, where Daddy inspected us. Mel had a light pelt of golden hair on her twat that could be detected by anyone who looked hard enough. Daddy instructed me to help her shave her cunt. Mel and I went upstairs and shaved each other's cunts.

We piled into the minivan, and Daddy drove to a local club called the Granary. Unknown to us, he arranged for us to be the night's entertainment. When we arrived, we saw about a dozen cars there. Walking into the club, we saw most of the men at the club's bar drinking beers.

The first man that spotted us let out a wolf whistle, which got the attention of all the men, who turned and stared at both Mel and me standing there in very short, tight, scandalous dresses. Of course, our boobs were nearly totally exposed, as were our small asses and shaved twats.

One of the men yelled out, "Make them dance for us."

Daddy instructed the men to push six large tables together, making a makeshift stage. He then turned to Mel and me and instructed us to climb up and dance for the men. A few of the men came over and helped us up to dance on the tables.

I felt their hands on my boobs, ass, and twat as they used the moment to cop a feel of our charms. Someone put a popular song on the jukebox. Mel and I started dancing to the hoots, hollers, and wolf whistles of the men.

We danced and gyrated on the tables as the men drank and enjoyed our show. One of the bigger men yelled for us to take off our clothes. Mel and I looked over to my father, who silently nodded his head. Mel lifted her dress and shook her ass at the group, and I followed suit.

The men were putting bills into an empty, large plastic pretzel barrel that you can buy at any grocery store. We didn't know it, but each man had to place nothing less than one hundred dollars in twenty-dollar bills into the barrel.

It was considered a tipping barrel. But they all knew it was payment for sex. We danced and pulled up our dress hems to show our twats and asses. As time progressed, we lowered the zippers to loosen the tops of our dresses, allowing us to expose our boobs to the men.

As I got too close to one of the men, he grabbed my ankles, jerking my feet out from under me and causing me to fall on my ass with my legs splayed wide open as the man pushed his face into my crotch and began sucking my twat. Another man grabbed me and tore my flimsy dress off of me, leaving marks on my body.

I lay there naked as the big guy licked my cunt and sucked my clitoris. The guy who ripped off my dress was mauling my small boobs and cruelly pinching and twisting my nipples. Inspired by the actions of these two men, the others grabbed Mel and stripped her naked.

One man shoved his cock in her face as others started disrobing. The man who was sucking my cunt dropped his trousers and rammed his hard cock into my wet cunt. The guy mauling my boobs lowered his zipper and presented his cock to me. I opened my mouth, knowing full well what was expected.

Mel and I spent the next two hours servicing at least two dozen men. We both had male sperm on our faces, in our hair, on our stomachs, backs, and pussies. We both had copious amounts of mixed sperm seeping out of our well-fucked twats. two hours servicing at least two dozen men. We both had male sperm on our faces, in our hair, on our stomachs, backs, and pussies. We both had copious amounts of mixed sperm seeping out of our well-fucked twats.

All the men continued to deposit money in the pretzel barrel. Dad, Phillip, and Cole stood to watch to make sure no one got out of line or hurt us badly. Spanking and mauling us were permitted. Degrading comments were permitted.

When I climaxed from being ass-fucked and spanked, the men were overjoyed. I came again while I was riding one cock, and another guy slapped my boobs. The degradation and fucking became a blur of thrills as I kept climaxing to the point where I was totally spent and passed out.

I woke up in the back of our minivan with my face in Mel's splayed, leaking twat. We are both naked and covered in male sperm. We were a pair of slutty whores and a pretzel barrel full of bills. I wondered how much the men paid to use us. I asked Daddy, who replied that there were at least five thousand dollars in that pretzel barrel.

I grinned and said, "They must have liked us."

The men laughed. We arrived home, and the men helped us out of the minivan and into the house. I felt the sperm dripping out of my ass and twat holes as I stumbled through the house into the shower. Mell joined me. We showered and went into my bedroom, where we fell on the bed, exhausted and used up, and slept.

The next morning, Mel and I examined each other's bodies, looking at the bruises and hickies left by the animals who call themselves men. My twat and ass were sore, and my jaw hurt as well. Mel admitted she felt the same and said that Brad, my father, hasn't made her whore herself in many years.

I asked her if she was angry, and she said, "No, not really." "I kind of missed those years when I was young and fucked so many guys." "I guess I'm just a natural cock-loving slutty whore."

I replied, "Daddy always says that the right man can bring out the slutty whore in any woman."

Mel laughed and said, "Well Brad is the man for the job because you, your mom, and I are proof."

I got my period that day, so the guys spent the week fucking Mel as I was delegated to blow jobs and twat sucking. I was kept busy keeping Mel's twat clean from the men fucking her. Cole left and went back home. He really preferred to have the men to himself.

The guys were more interested in fucking us sluts. At the end of the week, I went looking for my birth control pills. I couldn't find them. I asked Daddy if he saw them, and he replied that he had, and he disposed of them. It was my time to get knocked up.

I looked at him in disbelief and said, "Knocked up?" "By whom?"

Daddy smiled and said, "I intend to plant a baby in you." "I intend for you to have our incestuous love child." "For the next six weeks, I will keep your slutty cunt filled with my sperm." "You will wear a plug between fucking sessions." "You will only fuck me."

"Mel will fuck only our son, who will father a child in his mommy's whore twat." Said, daddy. I couldn't say I was thrilled. My father wanted to knock me up. While the idea of having a child someday was something I had thought about from time to time, I never thought about having a bastardized child of incest.

I looked at Daddy and said, "I'm not ready to have a child, Daddy."

Daddy responded, "Did I fucking ask you if you were ready?"

"No," I responded as I looked at the floor.

Then Daddy said, "I never gave your mother a choice either, so shut the fuck up," as he reached out and cruelly twisted one of my nipples. I loved him, but I hated how he degraded me and treated me as a possession as if I were a breeding horse in his stable.

Yes, I was to become his breeding whore. Daddy kept his word. For the next six weeks, he was the only one fucking me, and he fucked me three to four times a day and had me push a diaphragm inside of me to keep his sperm trapped in my womb.

I believe I actually got pregnant by the third week. Daddy wanted to be sure, so we kept up the routine for another three weeks. I tested myself at the end of six weeks, and I was surely a knocked-up pregnant incestuous slutty whore cunt.

Mel was also pregnant by her own son, my half-brother. During those weeks of serving my father's carnal lust, he had laid out the plan to have me give birth to a child fathered by him and another to be fathered by my half-brother Phillip.

Once we were certain that both of us were carrying children from incest, Daddy made plans to visit the Grange for "men's night." That meant another night of whoring for a group that would put money in a jar to be blown or fucked.

It was nothing more than a thinly veiled attempt to disguise blatant whoring by calling it tip money. So, we did it again. We fucked and sucked nearly two dozen men, whose faces blurred as we crawled around punching our faces into one crotch after another, while one man after another inserted his cock into our pregnant twats and deposited more sperm into us.

I didn't understand why I would get so horny or why I loved to be treated like a piece of meat, as much as I hated being treated that way. I simply came to the conclusion that I was messed up from being a child of incest. I was a natural cock loving, slutty, cunt whore.

At the end of the night, on the way home, Daddy stopped and forced us out of the car. He spanked us both with a ping-pong paddle while we leaned against the side of the car and begged for more. When his arm was tired of paddling us, he made us walk a half-mile down the road to our house. Tired, bruised, beaten, and dripping sperm from our twats and asses.

I asked Mel, "Why do I both hate and love what Daddy makes us do?"

Mel replied, "I don't know, Dory, but I've asked myself this for many years."

The night air was cool. Our nipples were rock hard from the cool air, and the sperm on our legs was making us colder.

When we got to the house, Daddy tied us to the clothesline poles and hosed us down, then he and Phillip fucked us again.

That night, Mel and I had once again brought in over five thousand dollars by performing sex for total strangers. Over the next six months, our bellies and breasts would swell from the effects of pregnancy. We would be whored out three more times up to our sixth month, and we would endure many more spankings at the hands of Daddy and Phillip.

I felt stuffed and uncomfortable as my child grew inside of me. I never dreamed I would get so big. Surprisingly, I got even hornier. My lust for sex became even more vital.

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