The Family Reunion
Becky was almost giddy with excitement, as her father forcibly led her away from the family reunion. She knew that within half an hour, the two of them would be fucking, exchanging fluids with gleeful abandonment. She knew that he’d be pounding into her, his young daughter, soon enough. He’d fill her with his spunk and give her the hard fuck that she so desperately needed…
Her father might not know it yet, but Becky did, and she found the idea extremely exciting.
Albert, for his part, was furious. His blood was boiling; his innocent daughter, his baby girl was…she’d turned into some kind of…slut.
Yes, that was the word. Slut. His daughter was a slut; nothing but a dirty, whorish slut. She wasn’t the virgin-until-marriage that he’d been imagining; she was a slutty little teenage tramp, who had let someone stick their cock between her legs and pump until they filled her up with cum. She’d probably been egging him on, too, begging him to stick his hard rod between her legs and fuck her like the whore she was.
Albert was unaware that his breathing has quickened, as his mind was filled with images of his daughter, naked, spreading her legs and pleading to be fucked. His cock throbbed, harder than it had been in years, and his grip on his daughter tightened as he dragged her into his bedroom and threw her onto the bed.
What made him angriest was the sense of betrayal—he had trusted her, damn it. He thought back to all the times he’d let her go out on a date—she was probably no more than a few feet out the door before her top was off and her hands were down the boy’s pants. He thought back to the time he’d let her have the house to herself for a whole weekend—knowing what a dirty slut his daughter was, she’d probably invited the entire football team over, and spent the full forty-eight hours he’d been away having every hole filled. She’d probably lined all the guys up, and taken them on three at a time, until the whole team was spent…
And worst of all, just a few minutes ago he’d excused her grinding as unintentionally sexual behaviour, instead of the attempt at incest that it clearly was. She hadn’t wanted to sit on his lap, or get comfortable…no, she’d wanted to seduce her own father, have sperm shot up inside of her from the same dick that had conceived her in the first place…
Well, that sort of behaviour was unacceptable. He wouldn’t stand for it.
They reached Becky’s room—if he’d been thinking, he would have recognised that it was filled with the stench of sex, but his mind was on the misbehaviour of his teenage daughter.
“Young lady,” he began, his voice low and dangerous. “I’d ask you to explain yourself, but I suspect you’d just try to seduce me. So lay down, shut up, and take your punishment.
“I haven’t spanked you since you were a little girl, but I’m sure you remember how it goes.”
Albert’s fly was still undone and as he sat down, his erection popped out. He tried to ignore it, ignore the way that Becky’s eyes lit up at the sight of a hard cock. He was a firm believer in corporal punishment, and a tiny part of him held out hope that after a good, hard spanking, he’d have his innocent little angel back.
Becky lay down on her father’s lap. She moaned at the feeling of his hard cock, poking against his belly. She writhed in pleasure as he flipped up her skirt and lowered her panties. And she squealed in delight and surprise as he lifted his hand, and brought it down hard on her wriggling arse.
The Virus had a number of minor side-effects, and one of them was altering pain receptors to produce pleasure, instead. Unless the flesh was being severely damaged, any activity that would produce minor pain brought intense pleasure, instead. Hard, brutal fucking; spanking; slaps, nipple-twists, scratches…the Virus wanted its host to feel nothing but pleasure, so that it would seek out more and more pleasure, and distribute the Virus to more and more hosts…
After five hard smacks on her rump, Becky had an orgasm, and Albert started to realise that his discipline may not be as effective at bringing his daughter back as he had hoped. What’s more, the smell of her was starting to fill his nostrils, cloud his mind…her sweat was all over his legs and hands, and her wet pussy had soaked through his pants; he could feel her juices on his leg.
As the Virus started to take hold of Albert’s brain (and other organs), his thinking got a bit jumbled. His daughter was a slut, he reasoned, a dirty little slut who loved to be fucked, who needed to be fucked, who needed to submit. Yes, submit…if he showed his daughter that he was worth submitting to, then she wouldn’t question him, she’d behave, she’d be good.
If he showed his daughter he was someone to be feared and respected, she’d change, she’d stop being a fuck-happy slut and start being his good little virginial daughter again.
And what was the best way to show his daughter he was someone to submit to, to demonstrate that he was an alpha male, the top dog, someone she should unquestioningly respect the authority of? Well obviously he had to talk to her in the only language she understood, and fuck her. If he fucked her harder than anyone had ever fucked her before, if he brought her to a screaming orgasm and filled her hot cunt with his steaming jism, he’d have his little girl back and everything would be normal again.
Becky wasn’t aware of the convoluted logic running through her father’s head, all she was aware of was that as she was coming down from her intense orgasm, her father had been taking his clothes off, and when she finally opened her eyes, it was met with a close-up view of her father’s cock, pointed right at her face, waiting for her to take it in her mouth.
She happily obliged.
Less than a minute later, Albert pulled out and gave his teenage princess a cum shower. Without warning, of course; it was the only way to educate her. His first spurt hit her right cheek, and dripped down to her perfect little cock-sucking mouth; her tongue came out enthusiastically, as she tasted her father’s seed for the first time. His second spurt was aimed at her mouth, and his final jet of hot cum landed in her hair.
Albert looked at his daughter, still wearing her party-dress, having just gobbled down his cock like she was starved. She’d drooled as he thrust in and out of her mouth. Her face was covered in cum, and her hands were frantically scooping it up and shovelling it in her mouth.
She clearly hadn’t learned her lesson yet.
He flipped her over—again, without warning. The squeal of surprise and shock his actions invoked helped pump some more life into his cock, which had slightly deflated after his first orgasm of the day. Lifting up her skirt, he admired his handiwork of a few minutes ago—her arse still glowed red from his administrations, and was much more enticing than her soggy pussy.
Even in his most wild days, Albert had never shared a woman; his wife and he weren’t “swingers”, and in fact his daughter was the second person he had ever had sexual relations with. Even with his wife, it was rare for them to go more than once in a night, and on the rare occasions they had, it was straight after their first rut, as they lay entangled, his soft cock still resting inside her pussy.
As a result, until he was staring at his daughter’s exposed arse and pussy, Albert was completely unfamiliar with the concept of “Sloppy seconds”. Looking at his daughter’s pussy, however, as it oozed another man’s cum, Albert independently came to the realisation that it wasn’t very appealing. Fortunately, there was an alternative staring him in the face with one brown eye…
Becky stared back at her father with delight, as he spanked her arse again, playfully. He leaned down next to her, and while playing with her puckered young arsehole, whispered in her ear, his baritone voice sending a tingle down her spine.
“How many men have taken you here, Becky?”
Becky tried to look innocent, but it just came across as sluttishly coy.
Albert sneered. He would have laughed if his daughter’s sluttish behaviour didn’t disgust him so much.
“Truly, Rebecca? You expect me to believe that?”
“It’s true, daddy.”
She paused, and her next words were so soft that they were practically a whisper.
“You can be my first.”
Albert’s vision went red, and pure animal instinct took over. When his consciousness reared its head again, he was fucking his daughter’s arse, pumping his cock deep into her bowels. She was screaming; whether in pain or excitement, he couldn’t tell, and didn’t care.
Albert came, hard, into his daughter’s arse, but didn’t slow down. His dick didn’t soften; the Virus took care of that, and he knew that within a few minutes he’d be cumming again. Becky’s brain had turned off as well, as the jolts of arousal she’d been feeling since running into Zack in the hall had turned into a constant current, frying her brain, turning her into nothing but a wanton slut, a hot body for men to dump their loads in, a sex machine—she didn’t have the mental capacity to count the number of orgasms her father’s cock in her tight young asshole had brought her, but it had been a near-constant stream for the past ten minutes.
Twice more, Albert unloaded his spunk into his teenage daughter’s arse. Finally, the fog lifted, if only slightly, and he pulled out. As he did, the sperm he’d been unloading dribbled out, and Becky moaned, feebly reaching around to try to catch some of it.
Becky had learned her lesson, Albert decided, and the decent thing to do now was cut her a break. He let her preserve her limited energy, and walked around to the other side of the bed he’d put together for his daughter so many years ago, and slipped his still-hard cock into her mouth. No need to make her waste her energy trying to gather up his cum, he’d deliver a fresh load straight into her mouth, as well as what she could lick and suck off of his penis.
As Albert came into his baby girl’s mouth, he wondered if he’d been a bit harsh on her. Sure, she’d slutted around, acting like a whore. She’d let her own father fuck her mouth and arse, as well as whatever family member she’d been with before him. But look at her—her body was built to take cock; if she tried to deprive herself of her natural urges, she would do nothing but suffer.
“Becky…” he started softly. She was lying next to him, playing with her pussy as she swilled her father’s semen around her mouth. “You’re a little slut.”
“Yes daddy,” she replied, smiling up at him. She’d known that he was going to fuck her, but had been completely unprepared her for the ferocious sodomy she’d received. “I know.”
“Give your mouth and your pussy to anyone you like, sweety. But your arse…” his eyes flicked up to look at it, as his soothing deep voice wormed its way into her ears. “Your arse belongs to me. Understand?”
“Oh daddy,” Becky replied, a hint of a giggle in her voice. “You know I can’t promise that.”
There was a pause, as the incestuous couple stared at each other. Then Albert began to laugh—a deep chuckle, which turned into a roar of laughter. Becky joined in, her giggle high and infectious.
“Oh, Becky.” Albert said at last, as the final peals of laughter faded away, and the pair wiped the tears of laughter out of their eyes. “You just can’t say no, can you?”
“No, daddy.” Beck replied, a smile dancing around her lips.