KICKED OUT WITH MY DAUGHTER

The day that my wife kicked me out; changed my life for the better. It happened on a Tuesday, after I had gotten home from work early, tired and hoping to spend time with my family. That day I had not expected to be accused of cheating—something which before that day, I would have never done—and then to find myself stuck in a hotel room in the middle of nowhere with my loyal daughter who would never leave my side, as she had always been Daddy's little girl.

"Don't come back!" My wife screeched from behind me as I walked out the front door. I pulled my keys out of my pocket, and unlocked my car as my wife stood at the door yelling obscenities. She suggested that I shove several sharp objects in my rear.

"Daddy, what's going on?" I heard from behind me as I pulled open the car door, and dodged my cellphone that my wife had thrown in my direction, shattering the screen. "Why is mommy yelling?" I turned to see my eighteen year old daughter Amanda standing there.

"Young lady get in the house now, don't you dare talk to him!" It seemed to be my daughters turn to be yelled at. She gave her mother a look of disgust—embarrassed that the neighbours were staring at us from their windows—and turned back to me.

"Why is she mad at you?" She asked.

"You listen to your mother young lady." That's all my wife had to do to push her away, treat her like a child. My daughter had only let me treat her that way, acting angry when her mom or a grandparent talked down to her. Instead of going inside, my daughter climbed into the passenger seat, always a Daddy's Girl.

"If she thinks I'm putting up with her crap she can forget it." My daughter crossed her arms, and stared straight ahead. Louder she said, "In case anyone forgot I'm legally an adult, and I can do whatever I want." Hearing her refusal my wife let out a scream, and slammed the door. I don't think anything could have gotten my daughter to leave the car seat in that moment, and thinking back on it I'm so happy that I have such a loyal Daughter.

I started the car, and backed out of the drive way, then headed in the direction of the highway. I didn't have any destination in mind, other then driving away from the fight, and out of the city, because all the good hotels were probably full thanks to spring break.

The silence was broken as we left the city limits. "What did you do?" My daughter asked, her voice a whisper with a hint of tears.

"I didn't do anything, but she thinks I cheated."

"Why?"

I pulled onto a side road, and put my car into park. I put my face into my hands for a minute, wanting to scream, but I didn't scream because I didn't want to upset the beautiful girl that sat beside me. "I had underwear that wasn't hers." I turned to look at my daughter in her school outfit, she was wearing a white dress shirt thin enough to see her blue bra, tie, and a plaid skirt that was small enough to see her underwear if she bent forward, or was above you on the stairs. I suspected that whatever member of the all female teaching staff that selected their outfits had been horny, and attracted to young girls, when they made their decision. Despite my disgust with myself, every time I saw her in her school uniform I silently thanked god for it while I was hard and full of shame.

"Whose underwear was it?" She asked, not realizing the answer.

"I was planning on confronting you about your choice of underwear, the underwear which I found in your closet with other things." My face turned red, I felt stupid blushing like a teenager while being a grown man. No father wanted to have a conversation like this with their daughter, no matter what unholy thoughts they might think about her.

"Oh shit." Her face went red as well and she looked away from me.

"She doesn't know about your toys, I wasn't about to say anything to her about them in the first place and stopped trying to explain when the yelling started, I tried telling her the underwear was yours, but she believed what she wanted to believe."

"Dwaddy I'm sooo sowie. It's okay, I can tell her they're mine, I don't want mom mad at you."

"Don't bother, I don't care what she thinks at this point. She decided to tell me she's been cheating, while accusing me of the crime. What a fucking hypocrite." I slammed my palm against the wheel making her jump. She reached over to me and wrapped her arms around me, pressing her chest against my side and causing her skirt to ride up a bit, she cried silently wetting my shirt with her tears as my own tears fell on her head. The warmth of her body caused my dick to harden despite the bile reaching my throat at the knowledge that despite her being my daughter, my babygirl turned me on.

We sat in silence for a minute holding each other, and when she didn't say anything else, and finished crying, I let her go and put the car into drive. "Let's just find a place to sleep for the night."

...

Some background information about my wife and daughter. Before the accusations I loved my wife, but my daughter had always been the one with the body type that I liked, which probably was why I was attracted to her despite how wrong it was. Most would have found my wife attractive. My wife was skinny, no curves, but had big breasts. She had always been naturally thin, and with double d's she turned heads. I never liked that kind of body though, I preferred the body type my daughter had, curvy with smaller breasts. I only like the type of thin girls get when they exercise a lot, since my daughter was naturally bigger and a cheerleader, she had a thin muscular body with curves that would make men drool. With chubby girls I guess I can like bigger breasts but small handfuls have always been my preference. The only time I like naturally skinny girls is if they also have absolutely tiny breast, or even non at all, and flat butts. I could never explain why I am this way, I just am. I also find girls who are chubby beautiful, despite how others may feel.

So before all this happened I loved my wife, but I didn't marry her for her body. My daughter on the other hand, not only had a kinky and dirty mind, she had the kind of body that drove me crazy. Of course living with a young woman with the right kind of body was going to turn me on, even if she was my daughter. I spent a lot of time thinking thoughts about her that disgusted me, going as far as to sometimes picture her while having sex with my wife.

...

After the third attempt the light on the card reader finally turned green, and I pushed open the door. My daughter followed, and then the door slammed shut plunging us in darkness. "Shit did you see where the light switch is?" I asked.

"I think it's over there," I laughed when I heard her arm fall to her side. "Yeah I guess pointing doesn't help."

She slowly moved forward, and I heard her hit the wall. I walked forward trying to help when suddenly I bumped into her, my crotch poking her butt. We froze for a moment when she pushed back unexpectedly, and her skirt somehow pushed up. "Oh Dwaddy! Careful you don't knock me over."

On instinct I wrapped my arms against her so she didn't fall, and I could swear I felt her grind against my crotch as her breath quickened. I almost swore when I felt myself harden from her young butt, yet I pulled her closer, my dick pushing against her hard enough that she had to have noticed it. "Um, I think I feel the switch Daddy." There was a click, and the room filled with light. For a split second I could've sworn in a court of law that she had a hand between her legs and was moving it, before my eyes shut against the light.

"You can let me go now." She pulled away from me but I kept my arms around her. "Uh Daddy?" My eyes finally opened, and I saw that one of my hands had slipped inside her shirt, and rested over her bra. A wave of revulsion hit me, I let go of her, and backed away to look at the room as my face fell.

"I told him two beds, there's not even a chair, just a fucking twin bed."

"One bed's fine."

"No Babygirl, I'm not having one of us sleep on the floor just because the owner can't listen."

"Can't you just sleep with me tonight. We drove for two hours to find a decent hotel, and I'm tired from school," as she said this she was giving me a look I couldn't resist, wide eyes and pouty lips making a frown that was making my dick throb in the pants.

"I don't know babygirl, aren't you a little to old to be sleeping in the same bed as your father?" I made a weak attempt at an argument while in my mind I picture myself doing disgusting things.

"Aww I'm never too old for you Dwaddy, I'll always be your little girl," she said, despite having before told her mom she was now an adult and could do whatever she wanted.

I stared at her for a minute unsure, meanwhile I could swear she was pushing out her chest. "Fine, I guess it wouldn't be so bad if you slept with me," I said.

"Yay!" She shouted.

I sat down on the bed trying to use my hands to cover my boner, and watched as she turned on the bedside lamp, and turned off the room lights. To my shame I stared at her skirt wondering what she was wearing underneath, my curiosity not coming from a fatherly place. "Guess that's what you get living in a vacation town on the Tuesday before spring break," I said.

"It's bad enough that you and mom might break up because of me, I can't believe she would kick you out without listening to your side of the story," she said as she came back toward the bed.

I grabbed her hands and pulled her to me. She stood in front of me, looking down into my eyes. "If anything happens, it's not your fault. Don't ever think that. Let's just sleep."

"Okay Daddy," and that's when she started to unbutton her shirt.

I covered my face, and turned away. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready for bed?"

"By taking your clothes off?"

"Well it's not like Mom let us take any clothes with us, and I don't want my one clean pair to smell."

"But I shouldn't see you naked."

"You're my dad, what's wrong with sleeping naked?"

"It's not right."

"Well too bad, I don't wanna be wearing smelly clothes." I turned back to look at her.

"Fine."

She resumed unbuttoning her shirt. "Aren't you gonna look away?"

"Uh, yeah sure." I blushed but did not turn my head. She continued to unbutton her shirt while making eye contact with me, revealing her blue bra.

"Well then you better look away now before I get under the blankets." She pulled down her skirt before I'm able to do anything.

"What the hell? Where's your underwear?"

"I didn't wear any today."

"We can't sleep that way."

My daughter moved onto my lap. I tried to push her off, but she was stronger than me thanks to my many hours doing office work, and she forced me back against the bed. I was painfully aware of the heat that was radiating between her legs, and against my cock. "Daddy there's nothing wrong with this, you're being ridiculous," she reached behind her back, "and I never wear underwear in bed. My bra would make me sore doing that," her bra fell away to reveal her c cup breasts. "Your turn to change Daddy," she climbed off of me, and slipped under the covers.

I stood up, and felt something moist at my crotch. I looked down to see that there was a wet spot on my lap from where my daughter sat. I turned to look at her, but she had her back to me. I pulled off all my clothes except for my boxers, and climbed into bed.

She turned to face me, raising an eyebrow. "You're keeping your underwear on?"

"Yes."

"I know it's a free world and all, but I'm your daughter so I don't see the need for clothes."

I remained silent, and she shrugged. "Whatever, goodnight Daddy."

I turned off the light, and darkness settled over the room. In the distance I could hear music. Unsure what the proper way to sleep in a situation like this was, I gave up, and just wrapped my arms around her. In response she pushed her butt against me, and as she inhaled I could feel her breasts pressing against my left hand while my other hand touched her stomach.

"Daddy?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"Would you do anything for me?"

"Yes, why?"

She turned around, and faced me. "If I asked would you?" She paused not finishing the thought.

"Would I what?"

"Forget it, never mind." She turned back to stare at the distant wall.

"No, tell me."

"It's not important. Just go to sleep. I was thinking something stupid."

"Fine." I closed my eyes and pushed against her. Despite how close I was to her my boner finally went soft, so it was less awkward to be close to her.

...

She slowly breathed in and out as we lay there listening to the sounds that surrounded us. My head was spinning a million miles per hour as I thought about recent events, including my wife's shocking confession. The last thing I planned on doing today was to be in a bed almost completely naked with my nude daughter in my arms. At the realization that there was a young naked girl against me I felt myself start to harden again despite her being family.

I bit my lip trying to ignore it, but it seemed that fate had different plans that night. As my cock hardened I felt it find the hole in my boxers, and pushed itself free only to find itself trapped between my daughter's butt cheeks.

"Fuck." I moaned as I tried to shift away from her. At the same time she pulled forward, down, then back. For my best guess I would say she had hoped to move her back against my crotch—though it was more likely the worst, she was trying to turn me on—but instead she only managed to bring her pussy against my cock.

"No Daddy!" She moaned as my head slid between her lips. She tried to pull away but my head just slid against her pussy lips and it triggered her wetness.

"Sorry honey I didn't mean to do that. I'm trying to pull it away." Instead my cockhead slid in an inch, penetrating her. This time not by accident, but to my shame on purpose having thrust forward slightly.

"Dwaddy no! That's my no no spot. Pwease stahp! I don't like where this is going Dwaddy! You're in my cunny!" Despite her protests her juices and cream were pouring from her cunny and sliding onto my cock.

"Fuck." I moaned. I'd gotten past the point of caring about the taboo of the situation. I've had blue balls for the past two months as my wife had been dealing with "chronic headaches."

"Daddies sorry babygirl, he's just so horny." I slid in another inch, and felt her tighten around me.

"Dwaddy that's enough." She tried to push me out, but instead I'm sucked deeper inside, and compared to my wife my young daughter felt like a vacuum.

I slowly forced myself deeper, unknowingly taking my daughters virginity. Inch by inch I slid into her tight wetness as she screamed. "Stahp right now! Pwease Dwaddy!"

I started thrusting too far gone. Her pleading only made me thrust faster. She was moaning even while she begged me to stop, the way she begged though only turned me on more.

Then as I pounded into her harder and faster than I would've with my wife, her pussy clamped down on my cock. "Oh fuck Dwaddy don't stahp, pwease don't fecking stahp." She shook against me, and I wrapped my arms around her holding her tight against me.

"Yeah you like that? You like being Daddy's little slut?" My hand grabbed her throat, and I applied a little bit of pressure while my other hand reached toward her clit, and started rubbing in circular motions.

"Oh god you're so big. Yes Dwaddy! I wanna be your slut. Fuck me like you're mad at Mommy! Fuck me like she was watching!"

I replied by squeezing her neck cutting off her breath and causing her to squeal with joy and squeeze my cock harder with her tight cunt as I pushed myself deeper inside her. I touched her cervix on each thrust, and on each thrust I gave her neck a tighter squeeze bruising it, but she just kept on moaning. My hand on her clit brought her to another two quick orgasms when I finally felt myself reach the edge.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum."

"Oh god pull out. Shit pull out Dwaddy." She clawed at the bed sheets trying to drag herself away from me, but once I had said I was gonna cum she started cumming again squeezing my dick like a vice. "I'm not on birth control. Mommy found it, and made me stop taking it. She threatened to tell you if I didn't stop," and with that my wife once again screwed us as my daughter's pussy refused to let go. I tried to pull back, but I'm trapped between her tight lips, and only a couple inches came out.

"Fuck it." I moaned as I pushed back in, and as I pressed against her cervix I let my load blast against her womb while my hand involuntarily squeezed her neck, making her head spin and causing her to cum even harder.

"Fuck me Daddy!" She screamed as we both shook with pleasure.

...

I must have passed out because the next thing I knew I've woken up on my back with my daughter lying against me, and kissing my mouth.

"What time is it?"

"It's still night Dwaddy. Oh thank you for that Dwaddy, it was amazing. Thank you for not stopping when I said no," her tongue slid into my mouth, and I tasted her spit. She tasted like a ripe strawberry. Her voice was raspy and her neck was covered in bruises. I gently touched it, feeling how swollen my hands made it. She let out a purr as my fingers touched her throat.

"I'm sorry about that babygirl," I said embarrassed that I had squeezed her so hard.

"Don't be Daddy, I loved you choking me, it made me cum so much harder, and now everyone can see what you did to me," she said in her raspy voice, my penis twitched when she mentioned people seeing her bruises, but it did not harden.

"Please tell me your still taking birthcontrol," I replied.

"Sorry Daddy, I was telling the truth."

"Fuck."

"There's something else Daddy."

I looked into my daughter's eyes, heart beating fast. "What?"

"I'm ovulating Daddy."

It took a second to sink in, but then all at once my dick swelled up, and poked her in the stomach. "Oh Dwaddy! Did that turn you on?" She wrapped a hand around me.

My only response was a moan.

"Oh Dwaddy it does turn you on." Then she slowly slid herself onto me. She was even tighter sitting on top of me.

"Fuck did I hear you right? You're ovulating?"

"Yup."

"Oh god I'm going to hell, that's so hot."

"Glad to hear you like it daddy." She slowly slid up and down on my rock hard dick.

"We need to get you some pills, find a place that sells plan B."

"Or we could not."

"What? Sorry I think I misheard you."

She leaned forward kissing me then she put her mouth against my ear. Her hot breath tickled. "I said we could not do anything. We could let nature take its course, and stay here for a couple weeks while letting Mommy worry. Then if I'm pwegnant you take me home, and pretend to wape me in front of her. We'll wait to see what she does, then I reveal that I asked you to impregnate me, and that we are fucking with her." I started trying to thrust in her but she sat back, and stopped me from moving. "Mmm you like that. No one would believe Mommy either. We could rub it in her face every day by fucking as my belly grows. Once the baby comes she won't be able to kick you out because she can't be on her own with a daughter who just gave birth. Someone will need to look after our love child, and someone else needs to be making money for the family." She started bouncing up and down on my cock. "Once you come home every night you can fuck me in her old bed to remind her who's the woman of the house now, and she'll sleep in my room. You'll get my tight pussy every night, and she'll have a crying incest baby to take care of. You like that sound of that Daddy?" Her slow movements had driven me crazy, and all I could do was moan is response. "Good Dwaddy." She kissed me then picked up her pace.

After an hour of teasing she finally let me cum while she collapsed against me because of her own orgasm. I wrapped my arms around her as she whispered in my ear. "Tomorrow you're having pussy for breakfast and I'm having a nice hard Daddy sausage."Waking up the next morning was a weird experience. I woke up feeling tired and groggy, and I had a moment of panic when I didn't know where I was. Then the panic was replaced with shock, when I realized something even stranger was going on. My sleep had been full of arousing sex dreams featuring my daughter. That wasn't too strange as it was something that had been happening for months despite my disgust with myself, but I had forgotten all about the night before, so when I felt something wet and warm around my cock I was confused. I was even more confused when I lifted the blanket and saw it was my daughters mouth. The same daughter I had been having forbidden fantasies of, she had woken me up with a blowjob. The realization that I wasn't dreaming hit me, and I instantly started cumming in her mouth. I could only moan as I squirted hot cum down her throat.

Once I had emptied my balls into her tummy she slid up the bed to give me a kiss on the lips. "Good morning Dwaddy," she said.

"Wait, last night wasn't a dream?" I asked as I remembered what I had done to my sweet innocent girl. Although, I was now realizing she wasn't as innocent as I thought.

"I hope it wasn't a dream," she replied kissing me deeper, her tongue sliding between my lips so I could taste both her and myself.

The phone rang then, interrupting us from starting a long day of sex.

"Who the fuck could be calling us?" I said grumpily. My daughter sat up, and passed me the phone. "Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Oh thank god I finally found you. I've been up all night worrying, and calling every hotel I can find in the phone book. Honey I'm so sorry I yelled at you," my wife said. Upon hearing her whiny, shrill voice my still hard cock went soft.

As she went babbling on I mouthed at my daughter, "It's your mom calling," as I tried to wave her out of the bed. She didn't listen to me, and instead grabbed my cock pulling on it, trying to make me hard again. I tried to push her away while listening to my wife but my daughter just shook her head.

"Tell her the underwear was mine, and that your cock now belongs to me. I don't give a shit if it makes her mad," my daughter said too loudly.

"Honey? Was that our daughter? What did she say?" My wife had caught her voice. I couldn't tell if she caught any of what was said though. I was to busy to think as I was trying not to moan as our daughter was rubbing my cock.

"Look I accept your apology, we'll talk when I get back. I have to hang up now, and it turns out the underwear belongs to our daughter. She told me it was something she bought in secret. I had found it in the laundry and.. Oh God no, it's not safe!" My daughter had just sat her incredibly tight pussy on my now bare rock hard cock and was fucking me, she was also not holding back her own moans. I had forgotten that we hadn't used protection the night before and I was trying to push her off before I came inside her.

"Didn't stop you from cumming last night," my daughter replied, again too loudly.

"What's not safe? Honey are you okay?" My wife was panicked, and hadn't caught what our baby girl had said.

"Nothing. Amanda was just watching tv dear, and I saw something that looked dangerous."

"Okay. Well anyways what was that about the underwear being hers? It doesn't matter to me as long as you come home."

"Okay dear. I just meant to say that I thought it had been yours, that's why it was in the bedroom. Now I got to go, talk to you later." I hung up the phone as fast as I could, so I could stop holding in my moans. My daughter had a tight squeeze on my cock, and hadn't been making the phone call easy for me. I took the battery out of the cordless phone so no one else could interrupt us.

"Shouldn't you call into work Daddy?" My daughter asked.

"Not if you're riding my cock Babygirl. Besides my boss can sit there with his thumb up his ass all day for all I care. I have more important things to do right now." I replied.

"Like what?" She asked. Giving me her big wide fuck me Daddy eyes that I would soon get to know very well.

I grabbed her hips, and flipped her over. Putting her on her back, and placing me on top of her.

"Like impregnating my beautiful Daughter." I replied finally remembering what my daughter had suggested the night before.

"Oh Daddy! So you did like my idea!" She squealed excitedly as her pussy clamped down on my dick in orgasm.

I moaned in reply and squirted the first of the many loads I would have that day deep inside her. I was shooting cum up into my daughter's cervix, and loving every second that I was doing it.Amanda and I spent the whole day in bed, having hot sex, and pausing only to order food from room service. We had decided not to let my wife know when we were coming home, preferring to let her worry whether or not I was mad at her, since I told her the underwear she found belonged to our daughter. Late in the night I fell asleep with my arms wrapped around my beautiful daughter as we talked about our plans to enslave my wife, and how to win the boxing match that was turning her into a cuckqueen.

...

This time I did not wake up to find my cock in my daughters throat, instead I found the bed empty, and the shower was running in the bathroom. I pulled the blankets off the bed, and stood up stretching. I had woken up hard, and wanted more sex, despite the long sex marathon yesterday. I sneaked into the bathroom, and inched open the shower curtain, hot water spraying on me. The shower head pointed away from the door, so my daughter had her back to me. I took the chance to surprise her, and jumped into the shower behind her, wrapping my arms around her slippery body, and pressing my hard on against her butt. She jumped and let out a loud squeak.

"Hey Dwaddy," she said rubbing her butt against my cock.

"I know you just got clean, but I want to get you dirty again," I said while kissing the top of her head.

Amanda moved away from me, and turned around wagging her finger at me. "No shower sex for you Dwaddy. Don't forget the plan. We need to save your boner for sex in front of Mommy."

"Oh sweetie, we can afford to have sex once this morning," I replied trying to grab her.

"Nope, I wanna wait," she said jumping out of the shower. I managed to swat her ass as she went out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

I stood under the spray of water, and closed my eyes with a sigh. I was rock hard, and wished I could empty my balls once in her, before going home to face my bitch wife. My daughter had wanted to claim my cock for herself though, and wanted to have our first round of sex for today to be in front of my wife as she felt that would be the right way to start the rest of our life together.

As I soaped up my body I started to think about some of the reservations I was having. I was worried my wife would tell someone, causing trouble for my daughter and I, causing our plans to backfire. Amanda felt that there was nothing to worry about, and seemed to think of an answer to every one of my worries, including the fact that not only did I have a high paying job—though I wasn't rich, I only made enough to live comfortably—but my friends did as well, some making much more than me, and were the kind of people most would consider rich. Some of my friends had the kind of influence that would stop me from ever having to worry about a jail cell, much less worry about having go to court, but I still didn't know what would happen if normal everyday people found out and hated us for our love, a love that was as natural as anything else. I had anxiety that me and Amanda would have to go into hiding if we got caught. In the end, as I fell asleep, I figured it didn't matter either way since I was going to go through with her plan anyways. It wasn't worth thinking things that gave me anxiety when I already knew I could never say no to my daughter.

I got of the shower, and came out of the bathroom towelling off, while still rock hard. Seeing my daughter back in her school outfit didn't help me go soft, but we hadn't brought anything else with us. In a way it turned me on more than seeing her naked. I have always found clothes to be sexier than nudity. Even if she was wearing something that barely covered any part of her body, I would still be more aroused than if she was naked. The exception being nudity in public. Naked girls at a beach, or a nightclub will always arouse me. The crazier the better, such as a restaurant, or a public campus.

...

I stayed hard the entire drive home, so it was a relief when I pulled the car into the driveway. I turned off the car, and looked at my daughter. "You're sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Yes Daddy, I want this more then anything," Amanda said.

I smiled at her, and kissed her forehead. "Anything for you dear."

We got out of the car, and walked into our home. The house was quiet, and still. It was silent as we took off our shoes. My daughter looked at me, and I shrugged. We moved toward the living room first. We figured she might not have been home when we got there.

My wife was asleep on the couch, and the phone was in her hand. She must've been trying to call us. Now that I saw my daughter in a new light my wife's body disgusted me, I couldn't believe I had once found her attractive, though maybe I never had, only lying to myself that I did. Most would find her skinny figure and big tits attractive, but not me. At the sight of her mother Amanda got an evil smile on her face.

"Oh this is going to be so hot," she said.

I took the phone from my wife's hand, placing it on the stand, and shook her awake. She jumped awake, and wiped some drool from her mouth, she was dazed and it took her a second to realize what was going on.

Once she got her bearings she jumped up and hugged me.

"Oh I'm so sorry for yelling at you. I didn't realize that they belonged to Amanda. I had no idea she was buying inappropriate things." Behind my wife my daughter was giving me two thumbs up.

"It's okay Sarah. You didn't know," I replied.

"No Mike it's not okay. I should've listened to you," my wife said.

"It's in the past. What's important is the now. I think we need to talk to our daughter about her choices," I said.

My wife let go of me and turned to face our daughter. I was glad to have her away from me. Once I felt love for her, but after her outburst two days ago, plus my daughter's much better body, I felt repulsed by her. I now saw hints of premature ageing in her face, and I realized that most of her habits that I once tried to look past were annoying. If I didn't have Amanda I think I would've left my wife years ago, now that I realized my wife's behaviour repulsed me. Calling her a naggy busy body would be too nice. That I could've put up with, but my wife didn't know when to shut up and leave certain things alone. Questioning every little thing, and annoying the shit out of me. I had tried to love her, but it felt like she didn't care about anyone else other than herself. She came first, and everyone had to dance in step to her song whether they liked it, or not. She was also manipulative, something I didn't want to face until I finally gave into my desires for my daughter. How such a beautiful woman could come from such an ugly creature was a mystery, I didn't exactly have the same sort of good looks my daughter had, though some would say I had a rugged handsomeness I was low on most people's list of attractiveness. My muscular, physically fit body was my saving grace. I didn't have to work hard for it, and due to my job I probably wouldn't have it if it didn't come natural to me. It only needed me to do the barest minimum of exercise and healthy eating to maintain it. Some would need to spend hours at the gym to attain the same thing, and while my face wasn't so ugly it could kill Medusa, I wouldn't win any beauty pageants. The ugly stick missed me at birth, though whatever made other people attractive sure didn't get to me either. I was somewhere in the middle, my muscular body keeping me ahead of others. I was always jealous of men who could be fat and still be considered attractive. I know a lot of people love the Dad Bod, but if I let myself go I would be a monster.

Sarah turned to our daughter, and produced the underwear, that had caused the fight, seemingly out of nowhere. It was a tiny thong. "Is this what you're spending your father's money on young lady."

"Yes," Amanda said.

"I thought we raised you to be a good girl," my wife said.

"Why would you want to wear something like that," I added.

Amanda looked into her mother's eyes and said, "I wanted to wear something that all the boys would like when they saw me go up the stairs at school, or when they watched as I lifted up my skirt while the teachers weren't looking." The gloves were on, the boxing match had started.

My wife's face turned red, and her lips moved like a fish, but no sound came out. The idea that our little girl was showing off her body to boys as if she was a harlot was something she couldn't comprehend. Despite knowing full well what teenagers got up to my wife had been a huge prude, even though she always encouraged her daughter to go on a date, since she wanted grandchildren, she couldn't imagine anyone from a good family actually having premarital sex. I didn't even get to have sex with her until we were married—though her sister, Amanda's aunt, agreed to help me with the blue balls that Sarah gave me a lot before we married—and our daughter admitting she was acting in a way that wasn't considered prim and proper by her mother, hit Sarah like a train. Now I suspect that if I hadn't had my daughter I would have had married the wrong sister.

Sarah looked at me wanting help, as she was unable to speak from shock. I nodded at her, and looked at my daughter who was giving me her fuck me eyes, while her mom was looking at me.

"Amanda I cannot believe you would say such a disgusting thing to your mother. Where is your decency?"

"Oh Dwaddy, it's just harmless fun with the guys at school. It's only me putting on a show. It's not like I'm having sex with them. Even some of the female teachers can't help but watch, though they think we don't notice."

My wife's head swivelled to look at our daughter, her whole body vibrating like she was about to have an outburst.

"Amanda I didn't raise you to be a cock tease. If you are going to get a boy hard you better finish the job," I said. The first hit of the boxing match that was me and my daughter trying to turn my wife into a unwilling cuckqueen.

"What!" My wife screamed in a shrill voice. It took all my self control not to laugh at the shock on her face, so I focused on my daughter while I felt my wife's eyes burning into me. "Mike, how could you say something so disgusting."

"You heard me Sarah. Our daughter should know better than to be a cock tease. I'm honestly shocked she would turn a boy on without finishing the job. She obviously hasn't been taught how to behave right at her school. She needs to be punished." I reached for my daughter.

"What.. What the fuck.." My wife weakly said. I was kind of surprised that I had already made her feel speechless. She had a sharp tongue, always able to find something to say that would sting, and could tear anyone down. One of the reasons I was happy my daughter wanted to tear her down a notch or two in the family order. Her jumping to conclusions that I was cheating was the straw that broke the camels back and made me realize that it was time to stop pretending my wife was anything other than a stuck up bitch.

I pulled my daughter by her ear toward the couch, and I sat down. I hadn't wanted to be rough with her but she assured me she wanted it to hurt. Pain would make her wet.

I sat down on the couch and pulled my daughter onto my lap. My hard on hadn't gone away and I knew she would feel it poking against her crotch. I wasn't sure, but it felt like she ground against it a little once she hit my lap.

I looked my wife in the eye as I lifted up my daughters skirt, and grabbed a handful of her plump ass, squeezing it. "I think we need to start being stricter parents. She's gotten away with too much in this house. We should never have let her get away with this kind of behaviour." Smack! My hand came down on my babygirl's ass as I spoke. She moaned as I hit her again making my dick throb against her.

"Mike, what are you doing?" My wife asked.

"Well, punishing our daughter," I smacked her ass again, hitting each cheek to punctuate each word, "I think I made myself clear about my expectations of having raised her better, and that she should know not to be a cock tease." Amanda's butt was turning bright red, but like she told me the night before she was enjoying it. I could feel her pussy leaking its juices onto my pants and making my crotch damp.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you not hearing yourself?" My wife ran toward me and grabbed my hand before I could bring it down again. "You're acting like a pervert."

"Me the pervert?" I asked my wife as I pulled my hand out of hers. "I'm not the one who is getting turned on by her father hitting her." I said as I put my hand between her cheeks, and slid my finger down to her pussy, spreading her lips apart. "Look at this, she's soaking wet. She's getting off on this."

"No Dwaddy! Don't touch me there! That's my no no spot!" My daughter yelled out.

"Quiet dear," I said before giving her ass a smack with my other hand. I continued rubbing my fingers between her pussy lips. "If your going to be such a cock tease then I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." I pushed Amanda off my lap and stood up turning my back to my wife. Amanda sat up looking at me with false fear in her eyes and pure lust hidden behind the fear. I really wanted to see Sarah's reaction, but I had to sell what we were doing, looking at her face now would make my break out into laughter.

I undid my belt, and pulled it out of my pants. From behind my wife grabbed my arm. "You can't be serious. You're not going to beat our child," she said.

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm not going to do such a thing when she would get off from it. I'm going to give her a baby. If she's too busy raising a baby then maybe she'll learn not to be a cock tease," I replied to my wife as I dropped my pants to the floor. I grabbed my daughter as she tried to move away from me, faking being afraid of her rapist father. I lifted her up and turned her around so she would be draped over the couch, in the position for doggy, her tiny school skirt riding up. I pulled my hard cock out of my underwear, and poked it against her entrance.

"No Dwaddy! Please don't! I'm sowwie! I promise to never be a tease again just don't enter my no no spot!" Something about my daughter saying no was making me harder, which I think she knew thanks to our first night together, and I violently pushed into her. My cock going deep inside her tight pussy as my wife shrieked in shock.

"Mike what the fuck are you doing!" She screamed while I started to thrust in and out of our daughter.

"No Dwaddy don't," my daughter moaned while her pussy squeezed my cock.

I looked at my wife, "She did this to herself. It's time she learnt her lesson."

My wife backed away from me, horror on her face as I fucked Amanda and made her moan.

"If you don't stop I'll call the cops," Sarah said as she turned around to grab the phone off the side table.

That was when my daughter changed her tone, "Go ahead. Who's going to believe you?" My daughter said.

"What?" My wife said. Her hand inches away from picking up the phone.

"Oh mom you're such a dumb bitch," Amanda said, "No dwaddy don't! That's my no no spot Dwaddy! No Dwaddy I don't want a wonderful incest baby from the best father ever! Ha! Go ahead and tell them all about how Daddy is raping me. When they get here they'll just take you to the nut house for making up stories about a sweet father—who could do no wrong—raping his daughter." My daughter was really tearing into my wife and I couldn't be happier.

"How dare you talk to your mother like that!" My wife finally found her spine.

"I'll talk to you however I want. Daddies mine now and I want his cock, and his seed. Feel free to leave if you want, but I'm not raising any kids so I'll just give them up for adoption. If you want to see your grandchildren you'll not pick up that phone and you'll come here and get on your knees while you watch your daughter get fucked by your husband," my daughter was in charge now. I looked at my wife and smiled as she gave in and knelled, clearly not wanting to, but not seeing any other option once my daughter brought up the threat of grandchildren.

"Good job baby girl," I said, and then leaned forward while my daughter turned her head around to kiss me.

"Cum for me Dwaddy. I want your cummies!" She moaned as she squeezed down hard on my cock. I thrust harder against her getting closer to cumming.

"You ready for Daddy's cum?" I asked her knowing the answer.

My daughter clamped her pussy down in reply and started cumming. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Was all she could say as I started to squirt a hot load of cum inside my daughter.

After draining my balls insider her, I pulled out and looked down at my wife kneeling beside us. Tears were streaming down her face. "Well are you going to obey your daughter? Or are you going to try to tell people your crazy stories?" I asked.

"Fuck you!" My wife said turning her face away, it was red with anger.

"Wrong answer mom," my daughter said. She grabbed her mother's face and forced her to look back at me. "Open wide mom!"

"What?" Was all she could say as my cock went into her mouth as soon as she opened it. She never gave me blowjobs and although I never wanted to fuck her again, my daughter thought it would be good for her to suck me hard before we had sex again, in order to teach her where she now stood in the family dynamic.

My daughter held Sarah's head so she couldn't pull back, and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "That's it. Get Daddy hard again. He has a lot of fucking left to do if you're going to get the grandchildren you want."

I shoved my cock deep inside my wife's throat making her gag. Though I doubted she would know how to give a blowjob to make a virgin hard, her gagging on my cock soon made me rock hard. I pulled it out and she coughed hard.

"Good job mommy. You made Dwaddy hard though your technique needs work," my daughter said as her mother puked on herself, as she had a terrible gag reflex. "Now clean yourself off and make supper. Me and Daddy will be very hungry from having sex in our new bed. Also if we see you puke again I'll make your flat ass very sore and force feed you any puke that gets on me or Daddy."

We walked out of the living room toward the stairs. I kept moving when my daughter stopped and turned around to speak to her mother. "By new bed I mean the bed you used to sleep in with Daddy. You can sleep in my old room or on the floor for all I care. You no longer get Daddy. Don't try calling the cops either. I got a good sob story planned if you do that about how you're an abusive mother and wife," my daughter said. "You can leave anytime you want as well, it just means I won't have someone here to look after our babies so I'll give them up for adoption."

I looked back at my wife. The look on her face was one of pure misery and horror. My daughter had broken her mother. She knew that her mother wanted Grandchildren, always excited if Amanda was spending time with a boy, even if it was just a male friend. It had drove me crazy because I wanted to keep teen boys away from my baby girl. Now I owned her cervix and wouldn't have to worry about boys trying to get in her pants ever again.

"Lets go Daddy." My daughter said as she grabbed my cock leading me up the stairs by it.

We walked down the hallway with her guiding me by my cock. She opened the door to the bedroom that now belonged to Amanda and I. "I'll have to move stuff from my room into here if that's okay Dwaddy."

"Whatever you want Babygirl. I'll help you," I said as I kissed my daughter. We kissed deeply and she moaned pushing her body into me. We snaked our tongues into each others mouthes as we ground against each other. She then pulled down my boxers and I stepped out of them, though I was still wearing my shirt and she was wearing her school uniform. I grabbed her body and lifted her up, her legs wrapped around my body, and I carried her to the bed holding her wonderful ass in my hands. I threw her onto the bed and climbed on it. Crawling toward her I got between her legs and leaned forward to keep kissing her while she lifted up her skirt for me.As we kissed she reached for my cock and guided it into her tight pussy. I moaned as the tip slipped into her soft entrance and I thrust inside her as I tore my shirt off and threw it on the ground. Amanda wrapped her arms around me and grasped my back.

"Pound me hard Dwaddy. I want to see how solid our bed is." She moaned into my ear while bitting it.

I smiled and I pulled almost all the way out, so I could then thrust deeper inside her. She moaned in response and her cunt tightened on my dick as I violently thrust back in.

"Oh I love your tight cunt baby girl. I'm going to fill it up," I moaned, then I clamped my teeth down on her neck and started biting it hard.

"Oh yes Dwaddy." She squealed at my bite. I was thrusting in and out of her at a fast pace and we were rocking the bed. "I loved how hard you spanked me Daddy! Make me sore!" At her encouragement I picked up the pace moving even faster. Pushing against her violently and pressing my weight onto her. I didn't let up with the biting and was covering her neck with teeth marks. Her tight pussy was squeezing me, and I was hitting her cervix opening with each thrust. Despite how much I've came the past few days I was already on the edge. I had great self control though, and ignored the need to cum in order to keep fucking her.

My daughter started scratching my back as I was thrusting in her and in reply I bit her neck harder. I may have gone too hard because the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, but she didn't care. It just made her shake and go crazy, the bite causing her to cream all over my cock as she scratched my back, causing me to bleed in return while she thrust back against my cock

We were building to an intense climax, and she was dripping juices, soaking the bed. As good as my self control was my daughters tight pussy was breaking it down. I couldn't hold back much longer and I moaned in her ear, "Oh baby, Daddy's gonna cum soon."

"Yes Daddy! Cum for me! Give me a incest baby Daddy!" My daughter moaned.

"Fuck!" I moaned into her neck as my cock stiffened and started to spray hot cum into her cervix. In reply her pussy clamped down tight preventing me from being able to thrust anymore and sucking the cum out of my dick. I filled her with my seed, and if I hadn't yet gotten her pregnant there was no way that this time something didn't stick. We collapsed into each others arms and fell into a doze for a while.

The smell of food woke us up. We looked at each other and smiled. I kissed my baby girl, and then we stood up. She tore off her school uniform which was soaked with sweet, and juices from our love.

We went downstairs naked to find that my wife had put food on the table. She had stopped crying but still looked miserable and was wearing different clothes.

"So the old cow can do something right!" My daughter said as she sat down at the table. It took me a little longer as I was still hard despite all the sex. Even before I committed incest, and found it disgusting despite my shameful fantasies, I had a hard time not getting hard at the sight of my daughter. Now I doubted if I would often have a soft cock with my lovely cock pocket of a daughter around.

I started to dig into the food, staved from the past few days, when my wife sat meekly at the table.

"Uh uh," my daughter said. "You don't get to eat till after we are done. The site of you ruins my appetite. You can have the left overs when we are done."

"Oh, okay honey," my wife said.

"But before you go. I want you to take off those clothes. We can't have an animal like you pretending to be human," my daughter said. "After you're done go sit on my old bed, sorry, your new bed, and think about your place in life. I'll let you know when you can come clean up." My wife scurried off and we dug into the food.

After the meal we both wanted to sleep so we slowly walked up the stairs to our bedroom. I stopped halfway up though.

"Something wrong Daddy?" Amanda asked.

"No nothings wrong. I'll be up there soon, I just gotta piss." I replied.

"Well don't bother with the bathroom. Just wait one sec okay?" Confused I just nodded. "Mom!" My daughter yelled. "Mom get the fuck over here now!"

My wife came around the bottom of the stairs, she was naked as ordered. "Yes Amanda?

"Mom get on your knees and open your mouth," my daughter commanded.

"Okay dear," my wife said. She did as asked and I looked at my daughter.

"Go on. There's a much better toilet for you," my daughter said. An evil smile came over me and I walked back down to my wife.

I shoved my cock in her mouth. "Close your mouth and keep your lips shut tight." I ordered before letting out a hot stream of piss. To my surprise she managed to swallow most of it despite how fast it came out, though at first some of it did spill out, falling onto her chest due to her shock and I had expected she would choke instead of swallowing my urine.

Once my bladder was empty I pulled my cock out of her mouth and slapped it on her forehead as I looked back at my daughter.

"Now what?" I asked.

Amanda smiled. "Now she better clean up the piss she let fall out of her mouth, and wash her hands before she puts the food away."

"Yes dear." My wife said as she got up to stand.

"With your tongue. You only can wipe up the stuff that you can't get with you tongue. Use your clothes to wipe up what you can't get. Then have a shower since you smell. Me and Daddy don't want to smell you while we're making babies," Amanda ordered.

We went up the stairs to leave my wife to her own devices as we fell asleep in each others arms. If us fucking in front of her had been what broke her, the piss was the moment the final humiliation was ensured. We knew that tonight at least, and the next few days she would not be trying to stop us, or more likely, wouldn't try telling someone else what we were doing so they could fight her battle for her like she always had before. We had landed the final hit, and achieved the proverbial knock out on my wife's spirit, her soul was now ours to mould how we like, and we both knew the next few days would be crucial if we wanted her to stay broken. We weren't going to give her a moments peace if we could help it. We had a long road ahead of us that involved changing her into the perfect slave before we could trust her. As I fell into oblivion I wondered what my wife's sister thought about incest, she was the hotter one of the two, and before me and Sarah married she made sure to drain my balls so I would stay faithful to Sarah. So I hoped that maybe she would love to have some fun with her brother-in-law and niece.Waking up next to my daughter the first morning back home, was more subdued than our time in the hotel room. She awoke first, and stared at me as I slept. When I finally opened my eyes, a bit confused at first, she showered me with kisses. Some daughterly, and others the kind most fathers never get to share with their daughters. I was aroused waking up to her warm mouth on mine, and she noticed, wrapping her hand around my cock to give it a squeeze, but neither of us were ready for sex at that moment. We were both sleepy, and were happy to just lay there under the covers, basking in each others body heat. Now that I was awake she pushed in closer to me, my dick slid between her legs and rubbed against her pussy making me moan. Smiling she reached down again and adjusted herself, so that my cock slid inside her tight cunt. I moaned louder as I pushed into her depths, and she pushed against my body wrapping her arms around me. We stayed like that not moving, only sleeping. Although, she did milk my cock while we lay there in a doze, her pussy muscles contracting around my still dick, doing it without thought. My cock fit perfectly in her and sleeping this way felt natural, as if we were meant to merge in this way even in sleep. We both slept lightly, not dreaming, while her pussy milked cum from my cock.

When we both were more awake we started to talk, discussing the past few days, and different things we wanted to try, like her wanting to try anal, something I enthusiastically agreed with. She also wanted to show me all her sex toys, some of which I already saw.

"You know Dwaddy, this morning, waking up with you like this, it's like a dream come true," she said.

"I feel the same, Amanda. I love you baby girl," I replied with a kiss.

"No, I didn't say it right, I mean I always wanted something like this to happen," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well Dwaddy, I hope this doesn't change anything but, I haven't been entirely honest with you," she then proceeded to confess things better than I could have imagined. "I'm a virgin Dwaddy, I know I've dated a lot of boys but that was just to keep mom happy, I've never even kissed a boy, you were my first kiss Dwaddy. Since I first learnt what sex was I wanted to do it with you. I would stay up late many nights touching myself, and playing with toys, thinking about one day teasing you so much that you lose control and wape me Dwaddy. I also lied about the birth control, I've never taken it, as I hoped that if you ever did rwape me like in my dreams, I would get to carry our incest baby. I only told you mom took me off birth control because you were mad at her and I thought that would make you cum in me. I've wanted you to wape me for so long. I may have been trying to turn you on that night mom kicked you out, I thought maybe it was finally my chance." She was blushing and hiding her face even though there was no way I could possibly be mad about this, her confession made me feel pure joy, and my head spun with the realization of what she was saying. "The only reason I know how to do things like blowjobs, and how to have mind blowing sex, is because I tried to find out everything a guy might like, watching porn, and reading Internet posts about what feels good. That's why I have so many sex toys, so I could practise for you Dwaddy, because you're the only man I want, and I wasn't going to practise with a stupid boy who would break my heart, or worse, fill my belly with a dirty, non incest, non rape, baby."

I moved her hands from her face to find tears streaming down her face, she was worried I would regret everything we did and want to stop, but instead of being angry I was happy. I kissed her tears away. "Oh Babygirl I could never be mad at you, in fact hearing all that just makes me so happy that you're my daughter. Now that I've had you, I know no one else could compare, and I promise to rape you all you want. Normally I couldn't care less if someone is or isn't a virgin, but because you're my daughter and I'm your father, and I got to take your virginity, well it makes it all much hotter and special," I said as I made my dick throb inside her causing her to giggle and smile.

"Thank you Dwaddy, I was worried about telling you the truth, but I can't lie to you. I hope you wape me lots!" She replied. Then she pushed me onto my back, causing me to pull out of her. She proceeded to climb onto my lap, slowly sitting on my dick, pushing it into her tight, velvety, wet pussy. Her juices gushed down my dick and balls, as she slowly moved up and down, grinding against me.

"I'll rape you whenever you want," I said, she moaned in response. Downstairs the phone rang, it was picked up by my wife.

"I've been thinking Dwaddy, we should talk more about what we'll do with Mommy, I have a few ideas of things we could do," my Daughter said while she squeezed my dick, not the best time to make plans when I had her slowly milking me, thankfully I had enough ideas I could make suggestions without thinking much.

"What're your ideas?" I moaned out, encouraging my daughter to do the talking, so I could focus on relaxing as my cock leaked out cum into her.

She giggled then said, "well the first thing I was thinking is we should give her a new name. Something to hurt her, I'd been thinking of calling her piggy. I know she's attractive and thin, but I still think the name is perfect for her."

"To be honest I know most would consider her attractive, but I've got no attraction to her, you have the body type I've always preferred babygirl. She could never come close to you."

"Really Dwaddy? I mean I know you like me already," she gave my dick a squeeze with her pussy as she said this causing me to squirt cum, "and I know she's got a flat ass which no one likes, but she has big tits, and is thin. I have a bit of a chubby stomach, my thighs touch, and I got cellulite on my ass."

"Oh honey," I moaned, "you're perfect, I never married your mother for her looks, and she doesn't come close to you. Out of ten you're an eleven. You have curves that men would die for, your thighs drive me crazy, I love that they touch, and I've enjoyed imagining my face between them. Yes you have a tummy and I love it, in fact I wanna make it bigger," she giggled, and her pussy got tighter. "You do cheerleading, and you're so fit because of it, your body is the way it is because of nature, you got a little chub, but you also have a lot of muscles. It's perfect, and yes you have cellulite but that's because your ass is so perfect, plump, and round that it's to die for. Also I never liked your mom's tits, I prefer yours," I reached up and squeezed them. "They're perfect, not tiny but not big. A perfect handful that I can hold, perky, soft, and warm. I always preferred tits like yours. I only like skinny girls when they are that way because of nature, but I still prefer girls like you and I don't want you to ever think I don't find you perfect, imperfections included," I smacked her ass causing her to moan.

"Oh Dwaddy you know the perfect things to say. I wuve you!" She leaned down to give me a kiss, starting to bounce up and down on my dick a little faster, her ass smacking against my legs.

"I love you too princess." It was at that moment we were interrupted by my wife walking in.

"Um honey?" She asked. She was still naked which was good, it showed she was still submissive to us.

My daughter turned to her, staring daggers at her, and causing my wife to shrink back. My daughter started to fuck me harder, trying to send a message of who owned my dick now.

"What do you want?" Amanda said.

"I'm sorry, the school called, I have the headmistress on the phone."

Amanda rolled her eyes, "Fine give it to Daddy." She picked up the pace.

"Are you sure?" Sarah asked.

"Yes I'm sure. Don't fucking question me pig," my daughter said annoyed.

My wife walked up and handed me the phone, then turned to walk away.

"Where are you going piggy?" My daughter asked. "You weren't dismissed.

"Oh!" My wife said, clearly unsure what to do.

"That means kneel and shut your mouth pig," my daughter replied. "No forget that, I change my mind, come here and lick my ass and Dwaddy's balls while he's on the phone."

I lifted my phone to my ear as I watched my wife tentatively approach my daughters rear while Amanda rode my dick, milking it of cum. Annoyed at her slowness Amanda grabbed piggies head and shoved her face into Amanda's ass. "Don't be a pussy, my ass isn't gonna kill you." She moaned. "Yeah that's it. Now don't just lick it, stick that tongue in there. Get it in my ass, tongue fuck me, Oh just like that, good piggy."

"Hello?" I said into the phone hoping the Headmistress of Amanda's school couldn't hear what was going on.

"Ah Mike, it's good to hear from you." She said, her breathing seemed lustful, though I may have been misreading it thanks to being in the middle of having sex with my daughter.

As I mentioned before, Amanda went to a coed private school, which had an all female teaching staff, as well as the teaching staff the administrators and other staff where also all female, the only males being students. Now with the clarity that came from my wife's outburst, and from fucking my daughter, I had some suspicions about some of the teaching staff as well as the principal who was referred to as the headmistress. Despite the supposed religious history of the institution, and the connection to the church, I suspected there was a lot of perversion among the staff. Recent comments from my daughter, as well as past memories of events that I now saw in a different light, made me suspect some things. I don't think anyone that isn't directly involved in working there is a part of anything perverse. For the rest of the church and community everything that happens is all above board, while the truth might be very dirty.

I realize now that when I still felt attraction for my wife I was blinded to things that would have been obvious to others. There's a lot that could be mistaken for something dirty when the true context is innocent, but I know for sure that two things I had viewed innocently were actually much more perverse on reflection. The first is the headmistress herself. I don't know for certain what the headmaster wore normally, maybe it was a coincidence that every time she had a meeting with me she wore clothes that were not conservative in the slightest, and that anytime I saw her outside of a planned meeting she wore more conservative clothing with her more sexual charged clothing also being a common outfit choice, but I suspect she only wore clothes that would raise eyebrows around me and my daughter specifically. I highly doubted she was wearing sexually clothing normally, since every unplanned interaction with her had her wearing conservative clothing. I'll give an example to you of what she wore one time when I met with her during Amanda's second year. It was a white dress shirt, a few sizes too small so that it was skin tight, her breasts pushed out the top and stretched the fabric enough that there was space between the buttons where you could see skin. She would never wear a bra during our meetings, so I could always see her nipples through white shirts, and she was black so that meant that I could see more through the shirt than if a white person wore it. She wore a mini skirt that was the same kind of plaid number that the students wore, and it looked like it was meant for one of the younger tiny students as when her back was turned to us I could see a hint of her ass cheeks. A few times she's worn it without underwear and I would know she wasn't wearing underwear because when she did wear it I was able to see what little there was, as she preferred thongs, and boy shorts. Of course I'm not complaining, I have a feeling both of us are of the same mind, less fabric there is for underwear, the better, on women anyways, men need more support. She loved thigh high tights, and loved knee high heels. The second thing she did, was, on multiple occasions, I felt her foot rub against my leg, travelling up almost to my crotch. Of course my ignorant ass didn't see what she was trying to do, assuming it was an accident, and then not understanding after the meetings why my wife would be so cranky. I didn't see that the principle had been trying to seduce me, though my wife sure did.

A final thing that I have suspicions about—it's not directly connected to the last two things—is the fact that it's not only a high school. Students are encouraged to stay an extra year when they are 18 and are done with high school. The idea being that it's an extra year available to help students prepare for secondary education. It's meant to be a buffer between high school and University or College in an attempt to help students get ahead in life, and it's free for any students who went to the private school, their parents not having to pay like they did during the high school years. Lately I've noticed that there has only ever been eighteen year old girls that go through the program, boys have never gone through the extra year, and despite it being sold as one extra year a few of the girls stay for two or three. This in itself doesn't make me question it, but what does is the fact is that if you actually ask the parents about the program you never get the same answer, and even get contradicting stories. If a parent wants to pick up their offspring they have to wait at the office, where previous years they can go to the classroom, it seems that staff will do whatever they can to keep the parent from actually going to the extra year classes. I only came to this realization during the recent week I've had with my daughter. So there is always a chance that I could be misreading things I'm remembering from before my eyes were opened by my daughter. So I can't confirm any of my suspicions until I have an excuse to be at Amanda's school, and even then, she's not in the program as she's still finishing her final normal year.

"We've been so worried about Amanda when she didn't come into school earlier this week. We understand, though, that thinking to call slipped your mind, your wife told me that you were working through some family issues right now," she said in the breathy voice. I hadn't cared to tell anyone where I was with my daughter, I wanted to leave that to my wife as another way to leave her to sit in worry.

"Well you don't have to worry any loooonger ohhhh fuck." I bit my tongue to stop moaning. At the same moment Amanda slowed down the pace, starting to slowly grind on me again, teasing me, while my wife choose that moment to lick my balls making me have an orgasm and squirt a huge load into my daughter. At the time I didn't think anything about it but Sarah seemed to be enjoying this more than one would expect from her. "Tell your mom not to go there until I'm off the phone," I whisper shouted at my daughter. My dick was still hard, despite my orgasm. My daughter's tightness didn't let me go soft easily.

"Are you okay Mike? You sound—distracted." Amanda's Principle said.

"Shit," I thought to myself. "Yes I'm fine. Sorry about that." My heart was in my throat, I wondered how much she heard. I put the phone on speaker so Amanda and Sarah could hear, partly so my daughter knew not to push it, and in the hope something might be said that would get to my wife. I was a little worried though that my daughter could be heard, her breathing was heavy and she was shaking occasionally, having mini orgasms, as she milked me.

"Well I just wanted to follow up and make sure everything is okay. Your wife was—well she was hysterical when I talked to her a few days ago, and she was kind of vague before passing you the phone." Melissa said.

"Well you don't have to worry about holding back or censoring yourself," I said. "I'm sure hysterical is too kind for her at the time. She's always been a bit of," I searched for words wondering how far I should take it. If my suspicions were right I would get away with it, but if I was completely off base I could cause trouble.

"Fuck it, maybe I'm not in the best headspace for making decisions with my daughter's tight cunt squeezing my cock, but even without that I don't think I could give a shit at this point, in for a penny in for a pound, maybe I'll get to fuck another hot woman that I know,," I thought. "Sorry, she's always been a bit of a cunt. It just got to be to much. Amanda and me both needed a break from her." I could hear my wife had paused, probably angry, but my daughter smacked Sarah to get her to keep going, hopefully Melissa didn't hear her getting hit, or at least didn't think anything about it.

"Mike! You naughty boy!" Melissa said, the flirtation clear in her voice. She enjoyed what I had said. "Normally I only punish students, but it seems like you need some punishing with that mouth of yours." I could hear the smile in her voice and I smiled back, even if she couldn`t see it.

"Well I've recently had a new outlook on life. I don't mean to upset you, I just needed to get it off my chest," I replied. "Headmistress," I added as an afterthought, might as well fully play up the chastised school boy for her.

"Well Mike this new outlook of yours is—interesting." Her pause said so much. I was sure she was flirting now, and the pause suggested she wanted to say so much more than just interesting. She was playing it safe, perhaps unsure if we were on the same wavelength, unsure if I was on her sexual level, or if I was still my naive self not seeing obvious signals, my words only seeming sexual; a part of me thought maybe she wasn't alone, and couldn't say what she wanted to. I was having a hard time thinking with my cockpocket of a daughter on my dick, trying to be eloquent at the time was like trying to perform brain surgery with a chainsaw.

My daughter saw the struggle in my face and leaned over me, griding on me in a circular motion. "Keep going Daddy. She wants you, and I would love to play with Miss Kuntz," she whispered in my ear, of course pronouncing it cuntz instead of the proper way. Then proceeded to bite and suck on my neck which didn't help much, but it was the encouragement I needed to be brave and not second guess myself. Of course my wife could make out my daughters words, and I just prayed that if the headmistress could hear Amanda she liked what my daughter was saying.

"Well Miss," I said putting on my best naughty school boy voice, "I just wanted to be honest. See Amanda and I had to leave for a few days, we didn't get the chance to pack either, because of a misunderstanding. Amanda didn't have to come with me, but she had come home just as I was walking to my car, and well, she's always been a daddies girl."

"I can imagine that," Melissa said, a hint of sexual suggestion in her voice made me wonder, but I couldn't ponder on it at the time.

"Anyways she didn't go inside, and as she is a legal adult I didn't argue with her. See me and Sarah had a fight because she had wrongly accused me of cheating."

"Oh you poor thing," Melissa replied with a pout in her voice.

"So we stayed at a hotel outside the city in order to give me wife time to get herself together," I had to bite back a gasp as I felt my skin break from my daughters teeth, and she went crazy once the blood welled up in her mouth, speeding up her pace on my cock. The blood from my neck, and my pulsing cock, was encouraging her to go fast. "And I uh, well, thought it was best for Amanda to not go to school for the week, because we had to go so far out of the city due to us living in a popular town for college kids to come to during their spring break. So we took some time to relax, and wait for things to settle down. We got back yesterday, but we are still, uh, adjusting to the new situation."

"New situation? I'm curious now. If you want someone to talk to about what happened sweetie I'm hear to listen," she said, sex flowed heavy in every syllable.Amanda paused from sucking my bloody neck and pulled back to look at me, she gave me a nod to tell me to go on, then returned to mauling my throat. "Well I can give you more information, though; are you alone?" I asked. "It's a sensitive subject, and some people might not understand my choices."

"Yes, quite alone. Give me a second to close my office door though," I heard her get up and do just that. I later learnt that she had slightly lied. Although she was not alone the only other people in there were a few girls from the special extra year program. She had high hopes for me and my daughter, I would be the first male, and first parent, to be introduced to the program, if things proceeded as they hoped. They had guessed that perhaps something had happened between me and my daughter, and that is the reason for the fight. Of course nothing happened until after the fight, but Amanda's headmistress and fellow students hadn't been far off in their guesses.

Once she was back on the phone I began my story, "well it started a few days before the fight. I had found some underwear and other things in my daughters room that I had wanted to ask her about. I had only taken one pair of underwear so she didn't suspect anything, that way I could bring it up once I was ready. Before I could though, my dumb wife found it, and instead of using common sense to check if it was her daughters she immediately accused me of cheating, something I never would have considered at the time."

"Oh you poor boy, that must have been difficult to have your wife thinking you hurt her like that," Mellisa said.

"It gets worse Ma'am," I said still keeping up the school boy act, something that was feeling like less of an act as I found myself enjoying it more and more. "As she accused me of cheating she revealed that she had actually done the same thing she was accusing me of."

"No," gasped Melissa. "She didn't!"

"She did," I replied.

"Oh, I'm so sorry honey. I can understand why you wouldn't want to come back into the city for a while. What are you going to do?" I could tell I had her hooked, and although I didn't want to risk it I had a feeling she would be on board if I told her about me and Amanda. Of course later I found out that was what she had been hoping for the whole time.

"Well I'm going to have to do the same thing you do when a student breaks the rules," I said.

"Punish then correct," she said. Words that the school staff savoured.

"That's right. I figure it's not worth the trouble to end a marriage I've had for so long, although I can afford lawyers and I even have friends that are the best of the best, but why waste the energy and time, if not the money, when I can handle it myself. I'm also not interested in letting some shrink asshole come into my life and interfere in things he knows nothing about and call it marriage consoling. No if someone wants to get me on the couch it's only going to be for depression or some other issue that needs to be dealt with right, that's the stuff meant for a counsellor, not a marriage. I'm going to handle my wife myself. I don't need someone saying they're going to help, but just cause more arguments and problems. I've established that she's not going to get away with bullshit anymore. She's gonna be punished for her behaviour and then taught how she's expected to act. I believe it's never to late for one to learn, and I'm gonna teach her to be a proper wife. Of course this needs to be kept discreet, as some people have the incorrect view that this kind of behaviour is inappropriate. They of course wouldn't realize how terrible she is. I've overlooked her worst behaviour, and bad habits, for too long."

"Well I can assure you that we have excellent staff here, if you ever need any help I'm sure many of the staff would be more than happy to help correct her behaviour. I've heard many times of how much a bitch she is, always assuming she knows how to do a teachers job better than the teacher themselves," Melissa said.

"Ha! That does sound like her, though when I'm done with her I expect her to know better," I replied.

"I envy the task ahead of you, it sounds like delicious fun, and I offer you any support you may need. If I may ask why did you want to confront your daughter in the first place," she asked. My daughter paused from sucking my neck, and riding my cock, curious at the change in the conversation.

"Well, I already had a good idea that she liked being naughty, I wanted to make sure she wasn't doing anything that would get her in too much trouble, just trying to keep her from landing in a situation that was too much to handle." I was entering dangerous territory and my daughter sat up, resumed slowly grinding against me but watching, nervous at where the conversation could lead. Of course nothing could stop her from milking my cock.

"Ha! Much of the staff is very aware of her behaviour. Those poor boys always walk a little funny when they have a class with her, probably due to blue balls, since I expect she wouldn't gave a second thought to anyone except for a real man, or perhaps even a mature lady. Myself I enjoy watching her go up the stairs," my daughter had a huge smile at this and mouthed "oh my God! Fuck Yes!" While punching the air. "Thank god that our building has so many stairs for her to climb," Melissa continued.

Before I could think to stop myself I said. "I know exactly what you mean, I enjoy seeing her walk up stairs as well." My wife gasped and I thought "Oh shit, fuck shit fuck. Why did I say that. Fuck that was too far. Shit shit shit." My daughter remained as cool as a cucumber though and simply smiled at me as she started bouncing up and down on my cock, and moaning audibly.

"Oh Mike, you've shocked me. What a dirty thing for a father to say about his own daughter. I hope that's not the only thing about your daughter that you enjoy," she said, arousal in her voice.

My heart had been in my throat until I registered her approval and managed to pull myself together replying, "well I won't say over the phone, but I can assure you that there are many things I enjoy about my daughter." At this my daughter started to squeeze down on my cock, in the throes of an orgasm. She had been teasing herself for so long by grinding against me that she had to again stick her face in my neck so she wouldn't scream from her pleasure.

"Naughty boy," the Headmistress said, now for sure treating me like a school boy. "It would be a sin if her own father didn't appreciate all of her. I sure hope you two used that time alone together in that hotel room to grow closer as father and daughter." I felt fireworks in my stomach at her words, my head spinning.

"Oh we are much closer now," I replied. My heart felt like it was trying to beat its way out of my throat.

"Perfect," she purred. "Well I'm sure you will be busy helping your wife adjust to the new roles in your household so I won't keep you much longer. I just need to know when to expect Amanda back for our records. I hope some time in the future you'll be open to sharing with me all the juicy tales."

"I'm thinking things might be settled enough that she can come Tuesday. We'll have to talk about a parent teacher meeting in the future as well headmistress. After everything has calmed down and we've all adjusted to the new way of life here."

"Of course, goodbye Mike."

"Goodbye Miss."

"One last thing Mike," she paused and I waited for what felt like ages as she paused. I know now she was second guessing herself, worried that she had completely misread the situation, and was trying to think of a way to word things in case that was true. I'm not surprised since all those times she had been wearing seductive clothing around me I hadn't clued in on what she was doing. "Well, I just wanted to say that there is nothing more pure than a father and daughter expressing their love for each other. I hope you're doing just that, and I might one day be given the honour of taking part. So many fathers have no idea of the true joys that fatherhood can bring, their ignorance of true love preventing them from doing what everyone should consider natural." Another pause, this time she had pulled away from the phone. I had thought she was whispering to herself, but I later learnt who else had been in the room. "No I can't say that, what if he is misunderstanding the conversation, having a different one than I am," she said.

I didn't catch the reply, but later my daughter told me she recognized the voice of her best friend, a year older than her, and graduated from school, taking part in the extra year offered. She had said, "Go on just say it. I've seen how he looks at her, and even caught him glancing at me with hunger in his eyes. There's no way he doesn't know what you meant, hell it sounds like she's on top of him right now. I could hear her breathing. She thinks I don't hear her masturbating when I pretend to be asleep during the times we've slept over at each others place. I know what sounds she makes when she's having an orgasm. She can't go a few hours without cumming, the little minx," Amanda's friend said.

"Okay I'll say it," she put the phone back to her mouth," I just wanted to say, before I go, that you should know. I—I put the Head in Headmistress."

I smiled forgetting to speak at first, and probably freaking her out when Sarah whisper shouted in my ear, "say something!"

"I hope I can put that sentiment to the test some time. If that's okay with you headmistress." I replied, still the schoolboy.

There was a sigh of relief, "ha, I think a naughty boy like you will get that chance some time Mike. Now I got to go, goodbye."

"Goodbye," I replied, then we hung up.

"What the fuck is wrong with everyone," my wife screeched now that the phone call had ended. She stood up pulling away from Amanda. Amanda's head turned to look at her mother.

"Who the fuck told you to stop eating out my ass," Amanda said.

"You're a married man and your flirting with her as if you don't care that it's a sin to cheat," my wife said outraged.

"He might be married to you, but his body and soul belongs to me now. If I want Daddy to fuck the headmistress then he will. It's a sin not to honour thy daughter, and it's only cheating if I don't approve," Amanda replied.

"That's not how the fifth commandment goes," my wife said.

To my disappointment Amanda got off my lap, my cock pulling out of her tight hole with a plop. She turned to her mom and slapped her. Then she grabbed her face, squeezing her cheeks between her right hand. I couldn't see what she was doing to her mother with her other hand. "This is my house now piggy, and under my roof that is what the fifth commandment says." Amanda's left arm was moving. "Look how wet you are, is this all from eating your daughters ass?" Amanda asked. She turned moving behind her mother, and rubbing at Sarah's clit. "Look Daddy, look how soaked Piggy is." Sarah was dripping juices down her leg, she was drooling from her cunt and it was puddling on the floor as Amanda stimulated her clit. "Answer me, is this from eating my ass?"

"Yes," Sarah answered her face turning red as she looked down.

"Really? All this from licking your own daughter's ass?" Amanda asked.

"Yes," Sarah was now crying, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Do you enjoy being our Piggy mom?" Amanda asked.

"Fuck you!" Sarah yelled.

Amanda replied by slapping her again, this time hard on the clit. Sarah fell onto her knees. screaming at the floor as her body shook, she had squirted from the pain, but even if she hadn't I could tell that she was shaking the way she always did during an orgasm. It turned out that she loves pain and humiliation, something even she probably hadn't known, hell she probably couldn't admit it to herself at that moment despite all the evidence. Amanda yanked up her head by her hair. My dick throbbed when Sarah had been hit, and her screaming and tears made it droll cum.

"Wrong answer piggy," Amanda said. "Wow Daddy sure likes hearing his pig squeal. You sure like this, don't you Daddy?" Amanda asked me.

I blushed and answered, "yes."

"I know you sure liked hitting me," Amanda said.

"Oh I loved it," I replied, my face getting redder.

"Now piggy," Amanda whispered in Sarah's ear. "You will tell the truth, we don't want anymore lies. Did you like eating your daughters ass?"

"Yes." Sarah answered, embarrassed, but unable to lie.

"Does it turn you on?" Amanda's hand snaked down to Piggy's clit to rub it, piggy started shaking.

"Yes," Amanda slapped Piggy's clit. "What was that for? I said the truth!" Sarah shouted.

"You did, but you were rude, it's yes mistress, or yes ma'am, and if it's to daddy it's yes sir and yes master got it?" Amanda ordered.

"Yes Ma'am," Piggy replied.

"Good girl," Amanda said. "Now since Dwaddy likes you licking his balls so much you will do that while I ride him. Also consider that orgasm you just had the last one in a long while, we don't want you thinking an inhuman creature such as yourself deserves pleasure. If I catch you touching yourself I'll make your flat ass bleed myself." Amanda threatened. She then walked to me, put her leg over mine, and sat down on my cock with a mew of pleasure. Within seconds of Amanda sitting on my cock Piggy had rushed to my balls and had them in her mouth, perhaps because she was aroused by all this, or fearful of what else Amanda might do, either way all of this was forcing her to face the fact that she loved being humiliated.

The sensation of my daugher's tight pussy, and Piggy's mouth was to much to handle, I was close to orgasm thanks to the double sensation, something I wasn't used to.

"I'm gonna cum already babygirl, I'm sorry, I can't hold it," I moaned.

"It's okay Dwaddy, cum for me now. Fill my cunny with your baby juice," my daughter moaned, her pussy tightening and her pace increasing. She was now bouncing up and down on my cock, her ass hitting my wifes head as she sucked on my ball sack. "Cum for me Dwaddy, cum for me pwease, I wanna feel your cum in my hole. Your the only man for me Dwaddy."

With my daughter moaning encouragement I exploded in her. The slow sex session while on the phone caused my balls to be teased, and then piggys mouth on my balls made me release the biggest load I've ever had. I felt her pussy grab onto my cock like a suction cup, and the cum was coming out faster then her pussy could suck it up. Some sprayed out the side of her pussy like a high pressure hose, covering piggy in my seed.

My daughter fell forward onto me, her body shaking. I wrapped my arms around her as I passed out for a few minutes. My wife continued to suck on my balls as I went in and out of consciousness.