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Carly bit her lip, scrolling through TikTok. Usually, she’d be fretting over how to grow her account. She didn’t have a specific niche, but she was good at picking up on trends early, and she’d danced and challenged her way to a decent 75,000 follower count – where she’d stagnated for a month. She worked hard, and she was cute. She knew she could make it big… if the app survived.
That was the source of her concern. Political turmoil continued to grow over the ownership of the platform, and a few prominent creators had already jumped ship to YouTube and Twitch’s greener pastures. It was hard enough having to deal with nebulous word censors, but the prospect of losing her audience – even though it was only medium-sized – really worried Carly, and it certainly seemed like they were headed that way. She put down her device with a sigh. They needed a miracle.
And they got one.
Nobody knew who purchased the company. The new owner operated from behind a front, and it wasn’t even clear whether it had been acquired by a conglomerate or an individual. At first, people worried about a Twitter-style takeover, where features and rules would pop up and disappear according to the whims of the CEO. And there were changes. Just not the kind people feared.
A month in, the app seemed to run more smoothly, with a responsive customer support team and better payouts for monetized users.
Two months in, the opaque word filters were clarified, and mostly lifted.
Three months in, the restrictions on adult content disappeared.
There was no sudden shift to lawlessness and depravity. Illegal content was still forbidden, but nudity and sex were allowed for those who’d verified their age, and soon, aspiring and veteran stars of the platform were stitching their videos with explicit porn, trading onscreen masturbation or nude jumping jacks for stickers of roses and hotdogs, and, of course, spicing up the ever-present viral challenges.
It started with revivals and imports of older, off-site sexual trends, like the Lola Bunny Challenge (squatting over the camera to give worm’s eye view of the poster’s body, cunt or ass first), the Sundress Challenge (seeing how many times a couple could have stealthy sex in public when one half wore a light sundress and no panties, the hem easily flipped up to access eager holes), or the Running Butthole Challenge (running towards the camera and jumping up while lowering one’s pants (they couldn’t all be winners)). Soon, new perverted trends sprouted up organically, around the time Carly pivoted her output.
She’d followed the evolving landscape of the app with interest – and arousal. Something about seeing her favorite creators slip so easily into sexual debauchery made her virgin pussy tingle with arousal. More and more, she’d lull herself to sleep by scrolling through reel after reel of oiled-up flesh, throbbing boners, and fingers flicking horny clits, humping her own hand all the while. If so many people could do it, she could, too, even if it meant trying harder to keep her account a secret from her dad.
Max was a fun father, happy to bow to his daughter’s whims, but he’d always been suspicious of social media and had only given Carly a phone when she was sixteen. She’d already created profiles on Instagram, Facebook, and a handful of other sites on the school computers, but the phone let her seriously delve into them for the first time – and explore platforms which were decidedly web browser unfriendly, like TikTok. When she turned eighteen, he told her he couldn’t tell her what to do anymore, but he made it very clear that he saw content creation as a waste of time and that he disapproved of her trying to make it in that space. His total lack of internet literacy was a boon, in the sense that he didn’t keep an eye on her, but it meant he couldn’t see any of the positives of online careers. Besides, he was so protective of her, she knew he’d flip out if he knew she was thinking of making adult content.
So she did it in secret.
She started with a couple of easy trends. The Vanishing Clothes Challenge was her first foray into the genre, throwing out a couple of simple dance moves in front of the camera, jumping up – and in the reel, as soon as she hit the ground, she was completely naked, flashing her bare tits and shaved pussy for just a few seconds before she covered them with her arms, feigning shock at what just happened. While she prepared the video, her heart thumped in her ears when she slid off her panties, ready to film the post-jump moment. She was pretty happy with her body, but she knew she could always be thinner, or proportioned better, or a whole host of other things. What if she was blankly rejected, told she was fat and ugly and was wasting her time? She felt like she was about to throw up when she posted the reel, but she quickly confirmed the upload, and set her phone aside to get her mind off things. When she checked her device again, excited and scared, she gasped.
The video had a quarter of a million views already, in just a few hours – far more than anything she’d posted before. There were thousands of hearts, and a couple hundred comments, the few negatives eclipsed by those saying “new hottie on TikTok” or “I jacked off to this,” and a number asking her to do other challenges, which is what led her to the Yawning Challenge.
This one wasn’t too different from the Lola Bunny Challenge, but it did contain a couple crucial alterations. All the videos were set to a sped-up version of Raffi’s Shake My Sillies Out, during which the nude TikToker would clap, wiggle, and shake according to the song’s lyrics, and when it got to the “yawn, yawn, yawn my sleepies out” portion, she’d squat over the camera lens and make her pussy “yawn” in time to the words, squatting lower to open up her cunt lips and flash the hot insides of her twat. The contrast of the lewd content and the children’s song backing track really seemed to do it for some people, and Carly was happy to oblige, ensuring she’d teased her clit and nipples enough to have pointy tits and a pussy full of eager slick, which made her “yawns” especially delicious, a few drops of girl drool dripping from her pussy and landing on the lens.
The third reel was similar. It wasn't easy, but Carly talked her dad into letting her do a gap year between high school and college, on the condition that she get a job. She found part-time work at a bakery nearby, prepping the goods at dawn and returning after lunch, which left her with a lot of chances to film her sexy videos while Max was at his nine-to-five. On one of these work days, she filled a bucket with soapy water, got suds all over one side of the shower's glass door, and stripped off. The Body-Ody Challenge consisted of playing Megan Thee Stallion's song Body and using one's assets to do something unexpected to the rhythm of the chorus: beating a cock on a drum, keeping a glass of beer from spilling while balanced on a twerking ass, or, like Carly, using fat, wet tits to clean a surface. To “body-ody-ody-ody,” she did a series of little jumps to make her heavy breasts move up and down on the glass, clearing the soap to show her big round areolae and flattened nipples to the viewer. The cold shower door made her nips especially hard, which was visible once she moved away from the glass, and which got her a lot of excited compliments and comments, mostly wishing to suck on the tips of her perky tits.
When her dad asked why she was smiling so much, Carly just said work was going great, and technically, that wasn't a lie. The trouble started when the challenges began requiring two people.
Couples started posting explicit sex videos as soon as they were allowed on the platform, but apart from reels set to the same songs as the solo performers, they didn't have their own trends. The first couples’ fad Carly spotted was the Whoreshoes Challenge, which involved one partner laying down, cock erect and pointing to the ceiling, while the other tried to throw foam rings around the prick. It was the exact blend of stupid and sexy that got this side of TikTok going, particularly with added elements like five accurate ring tosses resulting in a blowjob. Carly had had a few fumbles with boys at parties, but it had never gone past third base and she didn't have a boyfriend or even a fuckbuddy. In the months since she'd left high school, she'd been too focused on her content creation and normie job to hang out with former classmates or meet new people. But new challenges would come soon, and this couples’ trend would fade.
Except it didn't.
It wasn't like there was a deluge of couples’ challenges to the detriment of solo ones, but reels featuring couples goofing around with their clothes off were wildly popular – as were the ones with raw fucking. Carly's videos were pulling decent numbers, but she knew she was missing out on whole demographics, and she was starting to get comments to that effect, clamoring for her boyfriend to make an appearance. Her non-existent boyfriend. She didn't even need a partner, really, just a cock attached to a breathing human – and even that was beyond her right now.
Well. There was a penis living under the same roof, but it was strictly off-limits. If the only man around wasn't her dad , she could be making gangbusters with the couples’ content, and the fact that it was impossible only irritated her more.
It was impossible, wasn't it?
The fleeting question horrified Carly, and she hurried to wave it away. Of course it was impossible. It'd be incest , for one, which was wrong and disgusting, and for two, Max would never agree to help out with a regular video, let alone a pornographic one. She had to find another solution. Maybe download a couple dating apps.
And yet… as time passed, her mind kept returning to the fact that there was a real, flesh and blood prick in arm's reach. The formerly innocent act of Max lounging around the living room in a t-shirt and boxers started to make Carly’s mind and eyes wander. She’d gaze between his legs while he watched TV, trying to make out the outline of his flaccid cock under the fabric – and she was shocked when she realized she was hoping he’d get a hard-on at a commercial full of big-titted bimbos in bikinis, or that his dickhead would slip down one of boxers’ leg holes so she could see his fat, pink glans. And when she noticed these thoughts, she also noted the persistent tingling in her pussy, centered on her sensitive clit, building up heat like she’d plugged herself into an outlet. Why couldn’t he be like those free thinking hippie dads who walked around naked? If there wasn’t such an air of mystery around his nudity, she wouldn’t be getting obsessed with her own father’s cock and balls.
God. Ob sessed was right . It got to the point where talking to him was becoming awkward, because the masculine rumble of his voice made her blush, and hugging meant feeling his strong arms and built chest, and even the soft bulge between his legs if she angled her body right. Any longer, and he’d notice how odd she was acting, and how could she explain what was running through her head? Meanwhile, she was losing her footing on TikTok to bitches with boyfriends. How was any of this fair? What was she supposed to do?
The answer was obvious, but consciously thinking it would make her a real freak. So she framed it pragmatically. She needed to at least try a couples’ trend or two, just to see the effect it had on her stats. If the videos didn’t get better views than her solo work, she wouldn’t have to prioritize getting a boyfriend. Plus, Max wouldn’t have to know . He was a scarily heavy sleeper, who she’d had to physically shake awake during a house fire when she was a kid. She could just slip in, film her little videos, and leave him be. Curiosity sated, no harm done.
All that said, when she found herself standing outside his door at two o’clock in the morning, her heart was beating a mile a minute.
Ever since the fire, Max never fully closed his door in case he needed to get up in an emergency – which was a nice sentiment, even though Carly knew there wasn’t much use, given he slept like a log – so it was as easy as pushing it to breach his private kingdom. He was asleep on his back, one arm over his bare chest and the other by his side, sheets pulled up around his waist. With trepidation, Carly tiptoed into the room until she was beside him and could see the rise and fall of his torso as he breathed. His face seemed relaxed, and now that she was able to really examine his features without being hurried or interrupted, Carly was surprised by how handsome he actually was, with a square jaw, deep set eyes, and a slightly hooked nose that gave him a noble air. A little stubble had grown on his face overnight, and Carly’s cheeks tingled, imagining how it would feel to have her father’s face give her rugburn with feverish kisses. His daddy lips touching her soft, helpless mouth, tongue forcing itself around hers.
Carly pressed her hand into the cleft of her covered pussy to spark a shiver of pleasure from her clit. A dark trail of hair guided her eyes from Max's lean, furry chest, down his stomach, where it disappeared under the sheets. She had to be careful, even though she was a little more excited to reveal his prick than she should be. Taking off her father's underwear would be the real challenge. Delicately, she took the edge of the covering between both thumbs and forefingers and pulled it down in one light, swift movement – only to get an eyeful of his naked cock and balls.
Carly suppressed a gasp. Her dad's thighs were slightly parted, nuts relaxed and drooping down onto the mattress, dick resting in the joint between his left leg and hip. Carly felt her face getting hot. Going to sleep nude like this was practically an invitation. She hurried to set up her phone, checking that the moonlight coming through the uncovered window was enough to capture what was happening, adjusting her settings to get the cleanest picture possible. With a dry swallow, her slim fingers moved to the bottom of his cut prickhead, and gingerly touched the tender flesh for the first time.
She’d let a couple of boys feel her up and even finger her during a particularly eventful Seven Minutes in Heaven, but she’d only ever felt their hard-ons through their boxers, and now she was touching a real penis directly, she was surprised at how silky the skin felt, and how quickly it started to respond to her shy strokes. She teased the underside of her father’s glans, lightly massaging the place where his shaft met his cockhead, and she watched his dick thicken and lengthen under her power, growing harder until it sprang up if she wasn’t holding it down. It was a good start, but she needed his erection to be stronger for her purposes: the Snake Charmer Challenge.
This challenge involved an original, sped-up tune, with footage of one TikToker waving their hands over another one’s crotch, and the second one’s penis rising up and swaying like an entranced cobra. Carly had already checked tutorials on how to achieve the slow erection effect, done with several screenshots cut together in a slightly janky animation, and figured she’d be able to put it together if she took her time fluffing her dad’s boner.
Thinking in those terms made her blush. In the silence of the night, Carly could only hear her and her dad’s quickening breaths, and the quiet wet plap whenever Max’s glans hit his hip now that he was starting to ooze clear precum. The slick substance coated the pad of Carly’s finger, and the new slippery texture made her squeeze her legs together, aware of the drool pooling in her panties too. Her mouth was watering, her mind and body inexplicably pulled towards her father’s stiffening prick. She’d wanted to know what it felt like to suck cock for a long time, and even more ever since the smutty reels started appearing on TikTok. She’d come this far, right? And she needed to speed up getting him rock hard for her video.
With a hammering heart, Carly leaned in close, pausing to make sure the ticklish sensation of her hair falling on her dad’s stomach didn’t wake him. In those few seconds, she was so close to his bush and half-hard dick that she could smell the musky scent of his manhood, sparking horniness in her hot little pussy. She leaned down a little faster than she probably should have, too eager to put her lips on the big fucktool that made her, and she pressed a wet kiss to the top of the shaft, licking the smooth, warm, soft skin of her birth father’s cock.
Carly almost moaned when she felt her tongue stumble over a thick vein, because it made the whole situation so much more real , adding details she couldn’t have imagined without experiencing them. The clean, yet slightly salty flavor of his skin, the growing rigid core… the more she covered her father’s member with kisses, the hornier she became, working her way up from the base to the hotter, more sensitive, blushing tip, which was by now emitting a steady trickle of sticky clear pre. She couldn’t let his slick ruin the sheets, or he’d know something had happened, right? So, cockbrained and excited, Carly carefully eased her dad’s prickhead past her lips and slowly engulfed his whole length into her barely legal teen mouth.
She took her time feeling the thick body of the penis stretch her lips, highlighting every bump and vein, the corded bottom of the shaft sliding over her flattened tongue lubed by her spit and his copious prefuck. By the time she could kiss the base of his cock, his pink glans was halfway down her throat. Expecting there to be a deepthroating trend at some point, Carly had practiced on the dildo she’d surreptitiously bought at the local Spencer’s, but she was by no means and expert, and after moving her head back and forth a couple of times, she couldn’t help gagging a little, which tightened the grip of her throat around Max’s dick, making him moan and squirt a jet of pre that his daughter felt go down her gullet.
Carly released her father’s penis from her mouth, worried she’d make more noise if she choked again, and took a moment to marvel at the sight of his erection in the moonlight, shiny with her saliva. She loosely gripped the base and ran her tongue along the ridge of his cockhead, cleaning up the excess precum, which had the effect of making Max ooze more, the natural lube dribbling down his dick and over Carly’s thumb.
She let go, sure he’d be hard enough for the video now, and watched his babymaker spring up – and further back, stiff and twitching to breed, practically parallel with his stomach and pointing towards his face. Gravity and stimulation combined to make him too horny for the Snake Charmer clip, and Carly just looked at him, flustered and with her smoldering pussy crying out for touch, taking in her slumbering father’s fast breathing and swollen, leaking fucktool.
An ordinary mind would take this as a sign to stop, to back off completely or at least reconsider the deep perversion of using their own dad’s prick in this way, but to a clout-chasing, porn-brained young woman whose head was practically spinning from how clouded by lust it was, this was just a small hurdle. She’d just have to pivot to a different trend, and she knew which one: the Magic Dick. This consisted of filming from the side, showing the TikToker’s thighs and hips in profile, descending to lie down on a partner’s front, their cock sliding in between the TikToker’s legs so it looked like they were magically growing a hard, dripping penis. It was risky – she’d be putting real weight on her dad’s unconscious body, and even though he was an extremely heavy sleeper, it made his awakening a lot more likely… and it meant letting his stiff cock stroke her wet, trembling pussy without any barriers in between.
She’d already come this far. It’d be a waste to have risked so much already, to have sucked her own father’s cock , and to have nothing to show for it.
Heart in her throat, Carly slid her sleep shorts and panties down, kicking them to the ground, then pulled off her t-shirt. She was at a crucial point, now, a moment that would be completely impossible to explain to her dad if he woke up, his daughter naked on all fours on his bed, the covers pulled back and his erection painfully hard. Slowly, she crawled closer to his sleeping body, always watching for hints of him waking up, then turned over onto her back, and awkwardly stepped over him to lie down with her back on his front, keeping her long hair out of his face.
She waited, knowing she had to strike a balance between ensuring Max wasn’t waking up and moving fast enough to avoid testing her luck, but in the initial moments of her laying down on him, she was totally distracted by the rhythmic pulse of her father’s bare cock against her pussy. She’d slid his stiff prick between her legs when she settled, and it now insistently nestled between her slick cunt lips, throbbing with the same tempo she felt his heart drumming on her back, along with scratch of his chest and stomach hair, the warmth of his body and particularly the powerful heat of his hard-on. It felt intensely intimate, and it made her little clit twitch with need, her fuckhole clenching and releasing as if trying to entice a prospective breeder. She could’ve stayed in that position for hours, but she had a video to film and limited time to do so.
As if she needed the confirmation, Carly reached down and palmed her dad’s dribbling dickhead. Dragging her hand up her body, she spread a streak of warm, clear pre on her skin, which made her shiver with desire. Although Max’s penis was by no means small, it just barely stuck out from in between her thighs, which made her think the girls in the videos were probably using some sort of trick with the angle – or just using a long dildo. Still, she had to try to get some footage so the night wasn’t a total failure, right? Heart beating fast, she braced her feet and elbows either side of her father’s body, and started slowly grinding her vulva on his erect prick.
Right away, Carly had to consciously stop herself from moaning. With all the blood rushing to her head and cunt, she could feel the ridges of her dad’s cock rubbing against her hypersensitive pussy, able to tell by the drag of his skin when it moved from the soft firmness of his shaft to the slick, almost rubbery head, even before she felt the shape change. She moved faster, hearing the wet little noises of Max’s prick slipping through the folds of her labia, his pisshole kissing her throbbing clit whenever she sat down. The humping smeared her thighs, slit, and ass with their combined natural lube, and the more she pleasured herself on her father’s hot, stiff pole, the riskier the situation became: Carly gasped quietly as she started to feel the blunt tip of his tool press between her lips, bumping the relaxed mouth of her twat, which always instinctively clenched to trap the entering prick. If she kept this up much longer, she’d end up impaling herself on the cock that created her.
The idea of her dad taking her virginity without even being aware of it – on camera! – sent a hot slug of lust crawling through her veins, but Carly still had the presence of mind to know it was intensely perverse, no matter how clouded with desire her brain was. Reluctantly, she slowed down, the noise of her and her father’s embracing sexes replaced with their heavy breathing. She doubted she’d got any decent footage for a Magic Dick reel, but she was sure she’d be able to get something out of what she’d filmed. After taking a moment to catch her breath, pussy still firmly stuck to the back of Max’s erection, heartbeats throbbing against one another, Carly started to move away, the warm air of her father’s room cool against her bare, smoldering vag.
But she didn’t get far, because a strong forearm clamped itself around her waist and pinned her to the sheets.
Carly yelped, startled out of her mind, her stomach flip-flopping as her father kept her firmly anchored to the mattress and shuffled closer to make their naked bodies spoon. Shaking, Carly put her hands on Max's hairy arm, testing how powerfully it was holding her. Very.
‘D-dad?’ she whispered, voice high with panic. ‘Are you awake? It's not what you think!’
She anxiously waited for his response, expecting anger, shock, sorrow – but nothing came. He pulled her in until her back was flush with his strong torso, murmured something unintelligible, and buried his face into the back of her neck, nuzzling her hair, his stubble scratching the very top of her shoulders. He was still asleep! It was a miracle!
Carly breathed a sigh of relief, almost laughing as the fear dissipated. Okay, the situation was far from ideal, but not all was lost. Sure, she and her dad were cuddling bare-ass naked, and the full-body contact coupled with the comfort of the bed made her feel a lovely combination of turned-on and relaxed. It'd be easy to fall asleep here – but she couldn't. If she waited a little longer, he'd move in his sleep again, loosen his hold, and she'd be able to slip away. In the meantime, there wasn't anything wrong with enjoying her father's grasp, so much more intimate than when he'd hold her as a child now the barrier of clothing was removed. She sighed with pleasure and prepared to simply vibe.
And that's when she felt her father's hot, throbbing, dribbling cock prod her sweet little pussy.
Carly's eyes widened, her mouth silently dropping open. Max moaned quietly behind her, mindlessly humping his daughter's nude cunt, the slippery tip of his prick sloppily spreading her pussy lips as it blindly sought a warm hole to nest in. She'd riled him up, revved the engine, and his breeder's instinct had taken over, an ancestral desire to drain his balls in a fertile female before he could settle down… even if that female was his own darling little girl.
As Carly struggled to get out of his grasp, trying to strike the balance between fervent escape and not moving enough to awaken him, her panicked mind recognized how little control she had compared to moments ago. When she'd ground her gash up and down her daddy's pole, flicking her clit on the ridge of his cockhead, she could tempt fate by teasing her entrance, experiencing the thrill of near incestuous penetration, painting her holes with pre without fear of crossing the line. Now, the decision wasn't in her hands, and it wasn't in Max's hands either: he was unconscious. It was all up to chance… and nature.
And nature wanted what it wanted.
Max's cock lodged itself in the cleft of his daughter's cunt, lining him up perfectly for a home run, and despite Carly's increasingly frantic wriggling, the inner cries of no, no, no!, her slumbering father rolled his hips forward, his fat prickhead glided down the grool-covered groove of her pussy, and without having to force it at all, he slammed the full length of his powerful fucker all the way inside his baby girl's virgin pussy.
It took all of Carly's willpower not to cry out, though she couldn't control the way her body continued to thrash and struggle to get away. She felt every thick inch filling her cunt, like a sword resting in a custom sheath, every ridge of her sexpocket sculpted to fit the protruding veins of her father's dick, the distinct helmet of his glans, the cable-like protruberance that ran the length of its belly. It didn't hurt – this was the first real penis she'd ever felt stuffing her gut, but she'd played with fingers and dildos before, and despite her instinctive panic, her pussy was still sopping, shiny wet, the mouth of her vagina open and eager, heated by the earlier incestuous thrills. Already, she felt the warm fuzz of pleasure emanating from her cunt walls, warming her from the inside out.
The reason why she continued to fight was that, for all her playing with fire, she knew this was wrong. How could she look her dad in the eye come morning, when he was none the wiser and she knew he'd used her as a cocksleeve during the night?
It struck her. The camera was still rolling.
Wide-eyed, she looked at the lens on the back of her phone, suddenly aware that every second of her sleeping father taking her virginity was being caught on film. She'd positioned the device to capture her while she tried the Magic Dick trend, and now she'd been forced onto her side, the angle provided a premium view of where her dad's hips hugged her ass, cock cleaved deeply inside her pretty pussy.
If she wanted to, she could crop out their faces and upload the clip, and watch the faves and comments and reshares rack up without anybody knowing they were jacking off to real father-daughter fucking.
While she thought of the perverse potential of sharing the video, putting her father's crime and cock and balls online forever without him having even the slightest idea, she stopped trying to wriggle away. Max's cock had its fill of simply stretching its child's pussy, and commanded the unconscious giant it was garlanded to to begin thrusting. His hips reared back, vacating Carly's cunt almost completely until just his sensitive tip remained inside, then rammed himself back in all the way with a sloppy wet noise, pushing a suppressed little grunt of pleasure out of his daughter. Then he did it again, and again, and in no time at all, he was rutting into his child with the force and rhythm of a well-heeled porn star.
Primed by her debauched thoughts and the arousal she'd stirred up by using her dad's body, Carly was in a morass of lust and depravity. Every time her dad pistoned his powerful cock into her, he fucked more doubts out of her brain, until it felt like this was what the rest of her life would be like: getting reamed out like it was all she was good for. Max's balls slapped his daughter's slick pussy lips and thighs with every thrust, more and more strands of mixed precum connecting their bodies as their arousal overflowed and coated their groins. How was he sleeping through all this? And yet, he had to be, because Carly knew he'd never do this in his waking state, the fuckbeast in him released by handing over control to the most primitive part of his brain.
The incestuous rutting was making her whole body one huge erogenous zone, and dreamily, she reached down to pinch and diddle her tiny clit to add to the pleasure. Perhaps she’d been lost in the surreal daze of this perverse sex session, because she’d expected the arousal inside her to keep increasing without end, not realizing she was already skirting the limits of what her body could take. With the deliciously taboo set-up, the knowledge that it was being recorded, and the fantastic feeling of her father’s meaty prick pumping in and out of her, it only took a couple of seconds of toying with her button for a tremendously powerful orgasm to rocket up from her crotch, to her brain and down every limb like thunderbolts, making her spasm and practically seize with ecstasy against her dad’s big, bearish form, an almost inaudible whine crackling out of her open mouth.
She shook in her father’s arms like a girl possessed, delicious tits jiggling on her chest in a way she knew her followers would comment on. Max’s grip tightened, and she heard him murmur. Inside, the climax was making the rugged pink walls of her cunt spasm around her dad’s prick, suddenly ramping up the pleasure enveloping his manhood as his baby girl’s muff tried to milk him for a healthy baby.
This was it. This was when he’d have to wake up, find himself balls deep in his daughter’s pussy, and realize what was happening just before he showered her womb with his potent cum, tipped too far over the edge to stop it. Their relationship would be irreparably broken.
Instead, to her shock, Carly felt his dick slip out, perhaps overstimulated by everything that was happening around it – and he hadn’t even filled her with spunk. She’d been the only one to orgasm, and maybe that made sense. A big part of horniness was mental, after all, and she didn’t even know if her father was dreaming about anything when he was this deeply asleep, let alone consciously thinking.
Carly sighed. She definitely wasn’t disappointed that he hadn’t creampied her. It’s not like she wanted to feel her own father’s hot load packing her cunt even when he’d pulled out, and trickle down her thighs when she stood. She fidgeted. Even though she’d just cum, thinking about her dad’s little swimmers was getting her motor running again, and they were still safely in his sack. Whatever. She’d finger herself to the video when she was back in her room and out of this bizarre situation.
The trouble was that Max wasn’t done yet.
Carly stiffened in his grip when the slick head of his dick started to poke and prod at the bottom of her thighs again, and moved her hips a little to try and divert his course. Not that she wouldn’t have liked another thorough fuck, but she was wary of spending much more time here, and she didn’t want to risk him jizzing inside her. That would be terrible .
The movement of her hips did get his prick away from her slit, but it only pushed it to lodge itself in between the perky cheeks of her teen ass, and before she could react to the sticky kiss of Max’s cockhead on her hole, he thrust his hips forward and sank his glans into her anal heat.
It could have hurt, and maybe it should have, but her father’s prick was so completely soaked and coated in Carly’s cunt slick and his abundant precum that it slipped inside her surprisingly easily. There was discomfort at the sudden stretch, no doubt, but it wasn’t painful . Carly’s heart beat hard at this alien sensation, the fine, invisible hairs on her arms and the back of her neck standing up straight. She hadn’t even had time to be scared, and now that she was experiencing her dad’s rock hard cock work itself deep inside her ass with every small thrust, she was increasingly intrigued instead of frightened. Soon, Max’s whole length was buried in his baby girl, and now the furrow had been carved, his sleeping form gave itself permission to plow.
‘Oh, fuck,’ Carly whined, toes curling. Max’s cock pistoning in and out of her butt felt similar to when he fucked her pussy, but completely different at the same time, acutely intense. In both cases, she felt every vein and detail of his prick sliding through the mouth of her vagina or asshole, and she relished how full it made her feel, and the punch in her guts when he bottomed out that made her see stars. Beyond the intensely erotic taboo of being fucked by her father, each hole came with other, added taboos: the risk of inbreeding, for the front, and the fact her virginity had been claimed by her own dad – and for the back, the fact he’d also busted her anal cherry, and was busy humping her sweet ass faster and faster, without regard for how dirty it all was.
Within moments, Max was rutting into Carly’s asshole like he’d done it a hundred times before, and she was shocked not only at how readily her insides were accommodating his thrusting prick, but at the intense pleasure she felt, too, searing strokes that caused ecstasy rather than agony. Instead of having to keep herself from whining in pain, she had to keep her lips firmly shut to avoid wanton, broken moans every time her father’s ballsack slapped her cheeks – which was happening faster and faster, rougher and rougher, far more aggressively than when he was claiming her pussy.
She imagined that he was growing more animalistic the closer he was to cumming, and that the tightness of her ass spurred him on faster than that of her slit, making Max slam his hips against the back of his daughter’s thighs as his rhythm grew more intense and more erratic, grunts accompanying each heavy exhale. Carly gripped the pillow with both hands and bit her bicep, barreling towards a second, anal orgasm. When her father’s strong hands reflexively flew from clasping her waist to squeezing her tits, she cried out against her own skin, and when he kneaded them with a brutality she'd never known from him and started to fuck her in short, shallow thrusts that kept most of his dick deep inside, rapidly stimulating the sensitive ring of her asshole, her vision went white with a climax more powerful than her first, just as Max emptied his balls inside his daughter’s twitching butt cunt.
Max held her close, rutting into her to drain every last one of Carly’s siblings inside her, the grip on her tits slipping so he was pinching the pebbles of her nipples while he rode her. Carly didn’t react, too lost in the mire of this unprecedented orgasm, and by the time her vision straightened out, her father’s hands had relaxed on her breasts, and his softening prick slipped out of her asshole with a little wet noise. Unceremoniously, he finally released his hold on her and turned over, lulled into an even deeper sleep by the awesome post-fuck endorphins flooding his system.
Beside him, Carly weakly turned over onto her belly, barely thinking to turn her head sideways on the pillow so she could breathe. Both her holes tingled, keenly aware of their emptiness, imperceptibly shrinking back down to their regular vise-tightness but still splayed open from being defiled by the man who’d made them. The chemicals flooding her system exhausted her physically, but now that her mind wasn’t totally preoccupied with astonishment and cumbrained arousal, she floated back down to a place where she could form a coherent thought, which was:
Holy shit.
When she breathed in, Carly felt warmth trickle out of her relaxed ass, down her thigh, and hurried to the side of the bed to pick up her panties, which she put on to avoid her dad’s spunk spilling on the bed. There were droplets of their mixed fluids on the sheets, here and there, but most of the liquid evidence of their incestuous mating ended up inside her, covering her crotch… or coating Max’s prick. She glanced over at him, still bare of the comforter, and with the cold, dim light of the moon coming in through the window, she could see the silvery sheen of slippery sex gunk on his flaccid member.
It really happened. The evidence was stamped on the most intimate parts of their bodies – and he’d never even know.
Carly yawned, and shook her head to help wake her up. It would be extremely easy to fall asleep right here, right now, and her presence would be extremely difficult to explain in the morning. Hoping the fluids would dry on her father’s skin before he woke up (and that he’d ascribe them to a wet dream if they didn’t), she stopped the recording on her phone, scooped up her clothes, and beat a stealthy retreat back to her room. After spot-cleaning herself and slipping under her covers, she checked the length of the sinful recording.
Thirty-four minutes and twenty-six seconds. Carly not only had the moment everything changed on video, she knew exactly how long the encounter had lasted. In the moment, it felt like hours had elapsed, but here was the hard evidence of just how fast things could turn.
With a sigh, she plugged the phone in to charge and turned onto her side. The facts of the situation hadn’t really sunk into her brain, while between her legs, her father’s cum soaked into her panties. She wanted to watch the footage in the morning, but if she did, how would she face Max over the breakfast table, moments later? Would she have the guts to upload clips onto her TikTok? And when she wasn’t this exhausted and reamed out, how would she resist taking advantage of her father again – or trying to seduce him so he’d feed all her holes his cock while he was awake and fully aware of the degenerate acts they were committing?
Carly’s eyes fluttered shut.
She’d worry about all of it later.