#dilf johnny

the saturday before your big day passed extremely slow. your mom was home and she was in a bad mood, something about one of her clients and you didn’t really care enough to listen. you were too busy daydreaming about tomorrow, your excitement bubbling in your tummy and wetting your panties. 

your dad had gotten you up extra early to give you your cunny pill since your mom was home. he’d let you lay in bed while he put it in your open mouth and let little spurts of piss splash on your tongue. he moaned as you wrapped your lips around the head and stroked his cock drinking every drop. 

you felt so squirmy all day your cunny begging for him to touch it but you knew he couldn’t. he found you pouting in his office laying your head in his big rollie chair missing his smell. 

“what are you hiding in here for,” he teased, squatting down on the floor beside you. 

“miss your cock smell, miss you, want your cock, dad,” you whine. 

“aww i know baby, soon as mom’s bed time comes i’ll give you a long cunny inspection. stretch your cunny for tomorrow,” he rubs a big hand over your head. 

“i know, i want her to sleep now though. she’s so annoying, i just want to live with dad in our own house where i can play your wife and get touched anytime,” you lean into his touch pouting. 

“would you like that?” you nod. “hmm, maybe dad can see about leaving with you. we can pack our stuff and go live at the beach.” johnny had been waiting for this, planning it all out. he’d already bought the beach house so all he needed was the moment you asked him to leave to run away with you. 

“yes yes pleaseeee dad,” your smile shows again. “i wanna live with dad far away and never see mom again.”

“you sure about that? we’ll have to think about it a lot,” he reminds you rubbing his thumb over your mouth. 

“yeah i’m so sure. i just wanna be able to have dad’s cock or fingers or mouth all the time. i wanna have dad and daughter time every single day i love dad so much,” you ramble. the idea of being with him forever and ever just you two makes you so happy you can’t stand it. 

“mmm well this is our secret to think about,” he holds a pinky and you take it. 

“would you miss mom?”

“mmm not when i have you. i love you so much more than her, love your cunny and clitty more. love your pretty face and smart brain. i wouldn’t even realize she was gone,” it’s true. he really didn’t care a single bit about her. all his i love you’s were as fake as the orgasms he pretended to have. and your mom well all she’d miss is the control, keeping you under her thumb and johnny would love to offer you some freedom. 

“you really love me more? even like kissing me more?” you ask shyly. 

“oh yes, baby, i wanna kiss you all the time. i wish you were my wife instead my pretty girl in my bed every morning, naked all day with me, just my girl, my baby, my daughter, and my wife,” he tells you. 

“dad you make my heart so bouncy. i never felt like this before,” you admit. 

“really? that’s because we have our special relationship. when dads and daughters love like we do it makes our hearts go really fast and our tummies get swirly and our parts tingly. you know special relationships like this can let us get married one day.”

“oh dad i wanna marry you.”

“me too baby, you’d be such a perfect wife for dad. you already are a perfect daughter,” he coos brushing your hair behind your ear. 

“dad can we do that? get married and go to the beach forever?”

“mhmm we’ll think more about it okay? but me and you we’re together forever.” you nod as he leans in pressing his lips to yours letting you slip your tongue into his mouth. you whimper leaning into him holding his shoulder as you flick your tongue and slide it behind his teeth before he sucks you into his mouth. he loved how clumsy you still were, kissing him like you thought people did even if you were just pushing your tongue to his craving his taste. 

“how about you take a shower baby, that will get your mind off your mom.” he offers after pulling away. “you can clean your cunny really good for me and it will be dinner soon.”

“that’s a good idea, dad. i wish you could wash me. you do it so good like your fingers cleaning my cunny,” you lean onto his shoulder. 

“i know baby, but you’re a grown up tomorrow so you will have to show me how good you can clean your cunny,” he convinces you easily. 

“you’ll still clean my cunny and inspect me even when i’m a grown up right?”

“oh of course, dad will always give you cunny inspections and help you wash,” he confirms. 

“i’ll go shower. i’m gonna think about you the whole time and clean my cunny so good it will sparkle,” you grin, lifting yourself up off the floor and lugging him with you. 

“sparkle? oh that’s impressive, i can’t wait to see it,” he smiles, turning you away and patting your butt to get you moving. you giggle scampering out of the room wiggling your butt to him as you exit. 

he wonders if you know you’re killing him. your innocence melting into his perversion, he can’t stop himself from turning you into a cock hungry girl and he loves it. now you want to run away with him, it's all of his fantasies working out. taking you far away, saving you from your mom so he can corrupt you. turn you into the perfect sex daughter who wants to marry her dad wants to be her dads wife and daughter. 

he sits in his office chair logging into his computer, he scrolls through his folders finding one labeled with your name. he smiles at the organization, folders of dates with pictures from his early days of watching you before he even talked to your mother. he finds his document filled with his plan double clicking it open. 

he scrolls down past all of his checked boxes indicating completed tasks with you. from first orgasm, to first kiss, first exam, he’d written separate documents detailing each moment with you each special time as they built up to the night before he takes your virginity. 

he got hard every single time he looked at your folder and at his master plan. everything was working perfectly, you were so easy, so desperate for attention you didn’t notice how wrong everything was and he fucking loved it. he scrolled down past all the special moments finding the section labeled future. 

he grinned reading over his detailed notes of how he’d bought the beach house already knowing you’d want to run away with him. he wasn’t planning on staying there forever, he thought it would be fun to come back here and taunt you with your mom. parade you around when she would keep you locked up, and he already had his house here; he'd never sold it when he’d married your mom. 

he typed, detailing the conversation of you desperately begging him to take you from your mom and marry you. his cock ached as he described your begging. so eager to be his wife not realizing it was so wrong. a worse part of him wished you were his biological girl so he could ruin you from day one. he wasn’t a child abuser, he thought, he just liked to give you what you wanted. maybe he wishes he had just seen you sooner so he could save you from your mother. yes that’s it he was saving you. 

he was a good guy, that's what he told himself. he was a hero, a savior, a great dad helping you escape your mother’s control. he was nothing like jaehyun he was much better than him. nothing like haechan’s father either. he’d been present, watching jaehyun examine haechan with his dad lurking beside him. he’d been the one to take him to the exam room just like haechan had with you. even before that he got all the dirty details of jaehyun ruining his girl until she was ready for both of them. 

they were helping, they were really just helping. 

your mother went to sleep early like she always did before church on sunday, you’d been in your bed at the usual 8pm for saturday night. eyes wide as you waited for your dad listening for his heavy footsteps. your tummy swirled with excitement. 

“hi baby,” you jumped too focused on daydreaming to hear him. “did i scare you?”

“nuhuh was just thinking about you,” you admit. he smiles down at you pulling your sheets back, his mouth opening when he sees your cunny hiding under the fabric of innocent white panties.  

“you were really excited huh?” you nod, reaching for your sweet dad as he climbs into bed with you. he didn’t tell you about the sleeping pills he’d given your mother so she wouldn’t interrupt you two. 

“look how clean i got,” you grin, reaching to spread your legs wide for him. he pulls the tight fabric to the side so he can see your bare cunny

“sparkly,” he leans in spreading your cunny with his fingers. “so clean baby you did so good.”

“i even put lotion on after so i’m soft,” you rub your fingers over the back of your legs. 

“oh really? what a smart girl,” he leans down using his tongue to lick a stripe up the back of your thigh making you jerk in surprise. “mmm, smell so good and so soft for dad.”

“tickles,” you whimper, watching his eyes staring back at you as he continues swiping his tongue over you. 

“sorry baby, you just taste so good,” he grins, he opens his mouth biting the back of your thigh making you moan. 

“dad, feels, i like it,” you mumble, watching him bare his teeth against your unblemished skin. he releases your flesh, lapping his tongue over it, he leans closer head right between your legs tugging your panties so he can lap at your glistening cunny. “oh.”

you moan, leaning back as he swipes his tongue over your clitty. he doesn’t need to do much; you're already sloppy and dripping daydreaming about him. he sucks your clitty into his mouth letting his fingers prod your tight hole. he distracts you with his tongue easily pushing two fingers into you curling them up already squelching. 

“dad,” you whine, he just looks up at you with a mischievous grin as he sucks you into him. rubbing his fingertips over your special spot you look back at him dumbly, obsessed with the feeling as he starts making you gush. 

“feel good?” he mumbles and you nod frantically. he loves your reactions, never feeling anything like this, each time it seems brand new to you. your innocence right on your face as he shoves fingers into your virgin cunny. 

“feels so good, dad, stretch me lots please, wanna have fucking with dad,” you sound so stupid not even knowing what you’re really saying just repeating his language. pretty naive girl begging for her dad’s cock like all good girls do. he pulls away flicking his tongue lightly so he can see your cunny swallowing his fingers with each push into you. 

“wanna fuck dad? you sound so naughty, look how you make dad’s cock feel,” he sits back showing you the bulge in his grey sweats. you can’t help but drool, craving his taste. 

“wanna feel dad’s cock on my cunny please,” you plead, reaching for his waistband. he pulls his sticky fingers out as you tug his pants down letting his big dad cock bob out. 

“yeah? want dad to practice on your cunny,” you nod again. he swipes his sticky fingers over his cock before climbing onto your bed settling between your legs. 

“please dad,” you whimper, voice too loud but your mother won’t hear. 

“let’s see baby, can you get dad’s cock wet?” you scramble up shuffling your legs under you so you can put your lips over his cock. you know what this means you just need to spit on his cock, even if you wanna taste you just dribble saliva onto his shaft.

“atta girl,” he leans back, holding your hair as you let globs of spit fall onto his full cock. “lay down for me, did so good.”

“should i take off my panties?” you ask as your head lays in the pillows. 

“no baby dad’s gonna use them to keep his cock on your cunny,” he tells you. his body cages you in and you feel so safe and loved. he holds his cock tugging your panties aside as he pushes it between the fabric with a groan. 

“oh dad,” you moan, his tip hitting your clitty immediately. he groans loudly at the tightness of your panties, strangling his cock delightfully. 

“oh fuck, so fucking tight baby,” he moans loudly, you can’t pull your eyes from his cock bulging in your white panties the fabric soaked  with spit and slick. 

“dad can’t wait for your cock in my cunny, feels so good,” you whine, before your mouth falls open soft gasps leaving your lips as he thrusts into the fabric. 

“yeah baby, gonna fuck your cunny so good fill you up with dad’s boy cum. you do so good for me gonna take it so good,” he groans, the mesh of your panties clinging to his tip just right as he slowly pushes against your clitty. 

“want dad, want all of dad’s boy cum love it,” you babble. 

“can you touch your tits for me baby, show dad how you get them all hard,” you move your hands soft shaking hands touching your skin. gripping your small mounds squeezing before you whimper fingertips brushing the pointy buds. 

“sensitive, makes my tummy jump,” you tell him, big eyes pleading with him for something. 

“yeah? want dad to touch you, baby?”

“please, dad, tickle my titties please, so,” you gasp. his large hands swallowing yours grinning at your arching back his rough thumbs rubbing your nipples. squeezing your eyes shut flopping under him overwhelmed by his hands, his cock, his words. 

“my pretty girl, taking dad’s cock on your cunny. so fucking sticky for me,” he groans, he can’t help himself leaning down his hair tickling your chest as he takes your nipple into his mouth. you squeal and he doesn’t cover your mouth. your mother passed out down the hall. he flicks his tongue over the nub making you squirm even more unable to escape his hold. 

“oh dad, making my cunny so,” you can’t describe the feeling. your cunny pulsing as your dad’s tongue teases you, his cock slowly moving in and out of your panties. 

“little tits fit in my mouth so good,” he grins, pulling away with a pop. he doesn’t give you a break, mouth latching to your other nipple sucking you into his mouth, swiping against your bud over and over. he thinks about how you’ll have full tits in a few years once he fucks you full of babies, nipples dripping milk for him to suck dry. 

“daddy,” you whine, running your fingers through his hair watching his closed eyes while he slurps your chest. “more on my clitty please more.”

“wanna cum baby? want dad to make you cum?” you nod head bouncing on your pillow. he leans back pushing your thighs back so he can angle his cock against your clit. your panties are ruined coated in slick, the seams ripped from his big dad cock. 

“wanna cum dad.”

“i think you’re getting addicted, baby, dad’s already touched your cunny so many times today,” he grins, thrusting against you faster, making you moan head lolling around with each bounce. “like cumming so much huh? my little baby is growing up.”

“dad, dad,” you gasp, reaching for him. he laces your fingers pulling on your tense arms to fuck into your panties faster. his cock bumping your clit with each movement of his hips. 

“so close aren’t you? cunny is leaking so much,” he coos, your slick bubbling out around his cock. 

“close to yeah, wanna cumming,” he loves your innocent words, too naive to know what you’re even asking him for. you just wanna feel good just want your dad to make your cunny cry. 

“cum for dad baby? cum on dad’s cock,” you can’t stop back arching crying out for him as you cum. slick spilling out of you over the base of your dad’s cock. he can feel your clitty pulsing walls fluttering on his leaky cock. he can’t wait to push into you, take your virginity after you confess on sunday. he doesn’t have any guilt he doesn’t need to confess this isn’t a sin he’s just being a good dad. 

“that’s my good girl, cumming for dad so good,” he grins, keeping his tip bumping into you. he doesn’t stop chasing his own sticky orgasm to coat your cunny. 

“so much, dad, feels,” you whine, lazy hands trying to push him away but he keeps going, his thighs slapping yours as he thrusts into you, sloppier and sloppier as he gets closer to his own orgasm chasing him down. 

“fuck baby, gonna make dad cum,” he grunts, hair falling in his face as he stares at your soiled panties. 

“cum dad, want your sticky boy cum,” you plead, staring down at his slit bulging against your white panties. he groans, hips stuttering as he spurts cum over your cunny.

“fuck, my fucking good girl,” his hips slow as his cum spills over you filling your panties with sticky white. “cunny so pretty all covered in my cum.”

“want your cum on my cunny all the time, dad,” you reach a hand down sliding over the tip of his cock squishing the fluid over your clitty. he keeps his eyes glued to your tiny hand as he pulls his cock out watching you rub his cum over yourself. sticky white dripping out of the side of the fabric while you touch yourself. 

“so fucking pretty baby, did so good for me,” he groans, leaning down to press his lips to yours distracting you from your cum covered cunny. you whimper letting him suck your tongue into his big mouth slurping at you. he’s so obsessed with you, your small teen body taking his big dad cock like a good daughter would. soft lips mashing against his still learning how to kiss like grownups do. his precious girl who was made for him. 

“daddy wanna sleep with you, want you to hold me,” you pout, up at him, his lips kissing over your chubby cheeks. 

“yeah? dad can snuggle you baby, make sure you have good dreams before our big day,” he nods to you rolling over laying beside you. 

“love you dad, so excited to have fucking with dad,” you babble, curling into his sides. 

“love you, baby, so much. gonna have such a good fucking with you. sleep now and it will be tomorrow before you know it,” he kisses your forehead as you slip into sleep. he stares at your cummy panties sticky between your legs seeping into your sheets. his mind swirling with his plan for tomorrow he finally is getting you in every way. 

you woke up with a soft hand nudging your shoulder slowly rocking you back and forth. your eyes were slow to open, still sticky and sleepy from the night before. 

“baby, c’mon gotta take your cunny medicine,” your dad’s voice filled your head softly whispering as you woke. 

“sleepy,” you mumble, curling into his side. 

“i know baby, but if you don’t take it dad can’t put his cock in you today,” he tells you. that wakes you up quickly, eyes and mouth opening. “that’s my girl.”

“dad i gotta peepee too,” you whimper, suddenly feeling the push of your pee against your cunny. 

“hmm, how about we go together?”

“please gotta go bad,” you whine, grabbing at your cum soaked panties white flaking out the sides. 

“c’mere,” he guides a hand around your waist lifting you while he lays back. you squeeze your legs tightly as he puts you on top of him your cunny pushes against his cock. 

“dad, your cock is already all hard,” you giggle, reaching behind you to rub over his shaft. 

“mmm that’s cause i was watching my pretty girl sleep,” he admits. “now can you put your cunny on dad’s face?”

“so hard gonna leak,” you whimper, squirming over him as he rubs your hips. 

“will you try? it’s ok if you get dad wet,” he convinces you. you shimmy up his body pushing your cunny against his chest trying to keep the dribbles from coming out. 

“daddd,” you whine, reaching down as your legs stretch around his chest. your bladder fails you gushing before you can stop it and spilling out of your panties onto your dad. 

“oh baby has to go so bad,” he coos, his cock bouncing as your warm piss coats him. he helps you turn around soiled panties right in his face and he can’t help but breathe in deeply. his nose brushing the dripping fabric before he pulls it aside, your slit still dripping hot pee and caked in his leftover cum. 

“open your mouth baby,” he tells you. he reaches up pushing his fingers into your mouth placing the same tablet onto your tongue with practiced ease. 

“now drink dad.” he pushes your head down guiding your face to his stiff cock. your lips latch around him easily already craving your morning drink. 

“can’t hold it,” you babble, mouth full of cock, your own piss spurting out of you before his does. he groans gulping down hot liquid slurping at your lips, not wasting a drop. 

“oh dad,” your lips suction to him as he flicks his tongue against your clit. his warm piss starts flooding your mouth and you swallow greedily the pill sliding down your throat with ease. you jerk your hips against his face riding his tongue while he sucks the piss from your cunny. 

you moan tummy tightening as you bob your head slurping all of his juice. your hips stuttering against his face as your stream spills over his lips dripping down his chin and onto your pillows. he thinks about pushing your face in it and fucking you later, his cock twitches in your mouth at the thought. 

you don’t even notice your room door has been open the entire time. the threat of your mother coming down the hall wondering what all the noise is fills your tummy with hot nerves. what would she say? would she be happy if you and dad were having your special time?

johnny partially wishes she’d walk in to see what he really looked like when he enjoyed pussy. wishes she’d see him wrecking her daughter, turning her into a brain dead slut. johnny’s cock twitched at the idea his stupid old wife seeing what real fucking was like what real love was. not some boring hand rubbing her used up clit just to get it over with. he savored you, craved your young cunt like a drug. 

he pulled your hips against him moving his face back and forth against your clitty, the last of your pee dribbling out over his tongue. the pressure made you garble on his cock his hips bucking into your face. he couldn’t help himself overwhelmed by your small tight mouth sucking him in piss gushing out of your lips and onto the sheets below him. 

your eyes leaked, dripping fat tears onto his thighs but he didn’t know whether it was his own piss or not. so caught up in the feeling chasing your orgasm for you pulling you closer as your legs shook around him. 

“cum, for dad,” he mumbled, his mouth sucking at your cunny. you sobbed hips jerking against him as you came his cock quieting your sounds. he wrapped his arms around you keeping you pressed to his tongue flicking over your swollen clitty until he was satisfied. your mouth hanging open as he fucked into it with ease. when he finally let you go you slid away, you cunny laying against his neck as he pushed into your cheeks. 

“fuck, dad’s so close baby,” he moaned, eyes staring at your leaky hole dripping onto his chest. you used the rest of your energy bobbing your head against sucking him down. 

“just like that, baby. fuck swallow dad’s cum, kiddo,” he grunts, thrusting down your throat as he shoots white into you. his hips jump slowly as you swallow him down tasting the salty goo on your tongue. 

“you did so fucking good baby, got all your cunny medicine. got you all ready for church too,” he coos, you whimper popping him out of your mouth and leaning your head on his thigh. 

“dad how many hours till i get your cock?”

“mmm,” he checks his watch. “only five and a half.”

“dadddd,” you bounce on his chest making him chuckle. “want now.”

“i know, you’ve been so patient though you can wait for me. plus we need to ask dr. jung for a final report,” he rubs his hands over your small butt, squeezing and massaging. 

“is he gonna feel my cunny again?”

“maybe, do you want him too?”

“his fingers made my cunny really full. maybe he can stretch me for fucking?” naive girl and her grown up words. 

“your cunny is gonna be so full when i put my dad cock in you,” he can’t help but grin using his fingers to spread your virgin cunny getting a look at your hole. 

“want dad’s cock in me so bad wanna feel it in my belly,” you mouth against his thigh. 

“oh baby, you’re so small we will be able to see it in your belly.”

“really?” you sit up looking down at your tummy hand rubbing over the soft skin imagining his big cock under it. 

“mhmm, gonna see dad’s cock here,” he reaches to you rubbing his hand with yours. 

“oh dad, will you take a picture i wanna see it when you put it in,” you beg.

“if you want, baby. it might be good for dr. jung to see too,” he tells you. his smart girl wanting pictures of her cunny stretching. 

“unhuh, i wanna show dr. jung so he will give me another prize,” you grin, rolling over onto your back beside your dad. 

“yeah? what sticker will you pick this time?”

“i dunno there were so many. i liked the sparkly ones a lot,” you tell him. on your way out of the office, haechan said you could pick any sticker you wanted as your prize for being a good patient. 

“mmm, maybe dad will have to start giving you stickers for rewards,” he grins at you. “let’s get you showered and ready for church. why don’t you wear your pretty white dress today.”

you felt a little guilty for not paying attention during sunday school. you were too busy daydreaming about your dad to focus. you sat in your chair beside mark the pastor’s son while your teacher talked about how to have good and holy romantic relationships. your eyes were down focusing on mark’s bouncing knee pretending to nod and read the verses, but your panties were getting sticky. 

“let’s all bow our heads,” the teacher instructed and you let your head fall, eyes staying open as he prayed wondering over to where mark’s boy cock would be. you wondered if he was big like your dad or maybe smaller like haechan. did he have a boy clitty and cunny too? did he and his dad have special time or maybe he and his mom?

his khaki pants bulged, the zipper exposed as his sweaty palms rubbed over his legs. you knew he needed some help to get his boy cum out, his cock was probably really stiff in his pants. you were too shy to reach a shaky hand over so you just stared, jumping when you realized he was looking back. 

his eyes bugging wide almost like he was embarrassed, his face turning red when you smiled at him. he moved his bible placing it over the mound in his pants making you pout.

“s-sorry,” he mumbled, trying to turn away. 

“it’s okay,” leaning in your whispered breath making the hair on his neck stand up. he’d always had a crush on you, on your soft spoken gentle nature, your sweet smile and now he was getting hard because your dress was riding up your thigh. 

“amen, remember your bible study reading so we can discuss it next sunday,” the teacher said smiling, as people stood up chatting as some started filing out. 

“mark?” you look up at him, still seated beside you, trying to push his cock down so he can stand up and walk out. 

“i- uh- it’s- sorry,” he stammers. 

“it’s really okay. i know boy’s cocks get tingly.” your words make his head spin, how could you look so innocent saying such a vulgar word. 

“i just, you’re just, i, i'm sorry i shouldn’t,” you interrupted him reaching a hand over his bible. 

“don’t apologize. it’s normal, i makes me happy that you can feel good,” your soft innocent smile as your hand rubs over the leatherback book of scripture. 

“i shouldn’t be looking at you like that,” he grimaces, you smooth your hand over the cover pushing down slightly wishing you could feel him. 

“i like that you do, it makes me tingly too,” you smile before standing up your dad in the doorway waiting for you. he leans back his head hitting the wall as your too short dress shows your soft skin. his eyes widen when he sees a small bite mark on the back of your thigh as you reach up to hug your dad.

johnny stares back at mark, his eyes boring into him as he grins back at the boy. he sees the bulge under his bible,and it makes his grin wider stupid teenager getting hard during bible class because a pretty girl sat beside him. mark’s mouth opens, realization slowly hitting him as johnny’s large hand sneaks over your butt rubbing softly before flipping up your skirt, showing mark your white panties squeezing the round skin. he gasps, his dick twitching an image he will savor when he guiltily jerks off in the shower tonight. 

“did you have a good lesson,” your dad asks, wiggling his fingers to mark before walking you down the long church corridors. 

“unhuh, i - sorry dad i didn’t really pay attention,” you admit. 

“too busy with big girl stuff in your little head?” you nod shyly. “dr. jung said we could meet him in the music room for a quick recheck. do you want to do that?”

“yes please, i wanna make sure i’m all ready,” you smile. johnny grins back looking over your shoulder as mark tries to look away and walk past the two of you, his bible still firmly pressed over his bulge. johnny tugs you down the unused back hallways of the church old sunday school rooms that have yet to be remodeled. 

“i think it’s just,” he trails looking at the signs outside of each room indicating what lies inside. “here.” he grins, turning the handle and pushing into the room the door creaking. the room is a little hot, the ac for this part of the church turned off to conserve. 

“darling, you made it,” dr. jung is smiling already waiting for you. he wears the same grey slacks from earlier, your piss stains cleaned out by his loving wife. 

“she said she would really appreciate a quick exam,” your dad smiles, his hand on the back of your waist pushing you to dr. jung, who stood in front of an old desk covered in sheet music. 

“what a smart girl. why don’t you bend over for me?” he moves aside, motioning you to lean over the water stained wood. 

“have you and dad been getting ready for your big day?” he grins at you as your dad helps lean you over. 

“unhuh, dad’s been practicing so we can have fucking today,” you tell him, your tummy presses against the sticky wood pushing against your filling bladder. 

“is that right? is he getting you good and stretched too?” you nod, head rubbing against the old paper. he squats beside you lifting your dress cooing when he sees your panties. “so pretty in white today.”

“dad said he liked my dress so much and i should wear it today,” you tell him. your dad stands beside you, his hand on the small of your back helping hold up your dress as dr. jung pulls down your panties. 

“sticky girl, been thinking about your dad’s cock a lot huh?” 

“so much, i can’t wait. my cunny is so excited,” you blab, dr. jung grins at johnny before he spreads your cheeks slick glistening. 

“goodness, what were you thinking during sunday school? dad, look at your pretty girl,” johnny comes around keeping his hand on your back groaning at the dripping slick. his cock had been hard practically all day, bulging in his slacks while he greeted churchgoers. 

“holding your pee too?”

“unhuh, dad let me go this morning when i took my cunny medicine,” you tell him. 

“smart girl, taking your medicine with dad’s special drink?”

“oh she’s been doing so well, drinking all of it with every tablet,” you dad confirms with a smile. the praise melts you into the table. 

“atta girl, i can see you’ve been doing good.”

“you think she’s ready?”

“oh definitely, her cunny is preparing for your dad cock.” dr. jung spreads you wide leaning in to see your slit split and dribble out more clear sticky fluid. he pushes your lips together before splitting them again making little sticky sounds fill the room. 

“hear that, kiddo, your cunny is ready for dad,” he coos, leaning his head against your thigh licking at the skin making you jump. 

“dr. jung, are you gonna check my inside cunny,” you look back wiggling your butt. 

“smart girl, let’s check your insides,” he grins, swiping his fingers through your slick chubby lips splitting for his digits. you whine two fingers pushing into you with ease, sliding into your begging hole. “see how easy you take my fingers? your cunny is all warmed up for dad.”

“dr. jung, can you make the juice come out,” you whimper, pushing your hips back into his hand hoping for him to touch that spot inside. 

“mmm, let’s find your little spot,” he wiggles his fingers inside you avoiding the spongy spot making you needy. “there it is.” he grins when you buck your hips moaning. 

“good girl,” your dad coos, he can’t help sticking his tongue out to catch the slick dripping from you as dr. jung flicks his wrist. 

“feels really, so good,” your head falling against the table, mouth open on old hymnal pages. 

“clitty all swollen just begging,” dr. jung comments, slamming his wrist into you. “dad, why don’t you check her clitty.”

“unhnnn,” you whine out fingers gripping the edge of the desk. your dad’s large fingers sliding against your clitty. you squirm, legs starting to shake as his fingers surround your sensitive bud sliding it between his fingers. he watches in awe as your once tiny hole sucks in two large fingers eagerly. 

“yeah, so sticky for your dad,” dr. jung coos listening as your cunt starts to squelch. squishy hole ready to burst as he moves faster, your pretty voice begging and pleading. “let it out, your dad wants a taste.”

“daddd,” you squeal, hips jerking as you spray into his waiting mouth. he gulps it down quickly moaning as dr. jung pulls his fingers from you letting the liquid drip into johnny’s mouth. his own cock is hard, pulsing against his zipper watching his friend taste his girl. 

“such a good girl, i think your cunny is more than ready,” he soothes a sticky hand over your thigh. 

“want dad’s cock so bad,” you babble, panting as you come down. 

“only a bit more and then you can have it, little one,” dr. jung tells you.

“gonna do so good for me, baby,” your dad confirms, helping tug your wet panties back up. stained with your own fluids that didn’t fall into his mouth. 

“you’ll have to tell me all about it next sunday. let me know how good you did,” dr. jung stands back watching johnny fix your dress over your ass. 

“i promise. dr. jung are you and your daughter gonna have father daughter time even though my mom is gonna be at your house?”

“mmm, i think we will. i think we can have some special quiet time,” he smiles at you. your face glistening with sweat as your dad fixes you up. 

“thank you for everything,” you say, rushing over to hug dr. jung. 

“aww you are so very welcome. i love helping parents with their kids and you and your dad are very special,” he smiles, rubbing his bulge against you, his hands squeezing your small butt. the chime of the church bells interrupt you, making you pull away looking to your dad. 

“let’s not be late,” he smiles. 

you felt like the service dragged on. even mark’s singing went in one ear and out the other. your eyes still glued to the spot where you saw his bulge earlier, it wasn’t there now. during the sermon your head felt heavy, occasionally bobbing on your dad’s shoulder, his arm draped over the back of the pew. from any new attendee’s point of view they would see a happy couple. as the sermon neared the end your legs started bouncing, squeezing your thighs as the fullness built in your bladder. 

your mom nagged at you before she kissed your dad’s cheek telling him to keep you in check while she went to dr. jung’s house. you waved at her as she pulled away from the church a weight slowly lifting the farther she drove. you felt so free and airy when she wasn’t around like you were light as a feather. 

“do you want to stop for lunch? maybe some ic-“

“dad, c’mon,” you grabbed his hand, tugging him to the car before he could even finish. he couldn’t help but grin as he helped you into the car. your tummy felt swirly warm butterflies and pee swirling, as your dad walked around the car. your dad stops outside of his door waving mark over while you bounce your knees. 

“oh, mark, it was great to see you today. thanks for keeping my girl company during sunday school,” johnny smiles, as mark walks over. 

“oh, of course mr. suh, she uh, she’s very nice,” mark stammers his cock starting to grow in his pants. the thought of johnny touching you inappropriately made something heat under his skin. 

“she is isn’t she, you know it would be great for you two to hang out more. she needs a good friend her age,” he tells mark. the boy looks away as he brushes the hair from his face awkwardly. 

“uh, yeah, she should come to youth group on wednesday,” mark stammers. 

“no i mean just the two of you,” johnny walks closer. mark freezes his eyes meeting the bulge in mr. suh’s slacks, his mouth falling open. 

“i uh - i dunno, isn’t her mom like super strict. i wouldn’t wanna impose,” mark makes excuses, his mouth filling with spit.  

“oh she would love for her daughter to have the pastor’s son over, or you could come over when it’s just the two of us. we could have lunch, watch a movie, play some games.” for a moment mark thinks johnny wants him to sneak around with his own daughter but mark shakes the thought from his head. 

“sure, we could hang out. i - uh, gotta go you know lunch and stuff,” mark shuffles back johnny’s large frame imposing him. 

“of course, i’ll call your dad and we can set something up.” he stares at mark as he walks away, awkward, shy kid too religious for his own good. he would be the perfect cover up, the perfect man he could mold into his girl’s pretend husband. 

“dadddd,” you whine, when he finally opens the door and climbs in. 

“sorry sweet cheeks, i think mark might have a little crush on you,” he grins, as he starts the car. 

“do you have a crush on me?”

“mmm, i don’t just have a crush on you i love you, little one,” he reaches for your hand lacing his fingers as he pulls away. 

the drive home felt like it had lasted forever, like the road had lengthened while you were away. you babbled to your dad the whole way telling him how excited you were while you played with his big fingers. occasionally you jerk hand cupping your cunny when the need for release hit you. 

when you finally pulled into the driveway you leaped out of the car before johnny could even take the keys out. he giggled at you watching you race to the front door bouncing on your toes looking back at him. you motioned him with your hands begging him to come to you. 

“so eager, kiddo,” he grinned at you, taking his time up the front steps, keys jingling in his hand. 

“hurrrryyy,” you whined, reaching to tug on his shirt. 

“hmmm, is this the key?” he flipped through his keyring making you grumble. 

“daddd, want it. want cock now,” you tell him suddenly serious. your big eyes pleading with him and he can’t deny you. quickly shoving the key in the lock and opening the door, you pull him in, gripping his button down shirt. 

“dad want your cock to fucking me,” you say, looking back at him as you rush down the hall. his feet are clumsy as you pull him along and he can’t help but love your neediness. his little girl really is growing up. 

“i know baby, your cunny got all sticky during church didn’t it?”

“unhuh,” you whimper, tugging him into your room. “been holding my peepee too like dr. jung said.”

“yeah,” he smiles at you, grabbing your small waist, his body looming over you. capturing you in his hold as he slowly leads you to your bed your clumsy feet tripping over each other but he holds you up. “dad’s been waiting for this for so long. can’t wait for us to be the closest a father and daughter can be.”

“oh, dad, wanna be the best daughter ever. wanna have your cock to make me really your daughter,” you whine, your knees hit the mattress making you lose balance falling back onto the soft sheets. they’re still stained from this morning but dry now, johnny hopes he can soak them with you. he watches you as he slips his phone from his pocket, leaning it on the side table hitting record without you knowing. he’s gotta show dr. jung what a perfect girl you are. 

“you’re so pretty, kiddo. my beautiful girl, you’ve done so much to get ready for dad,” he coos, his knees part your legs, your dress riding up exposing your sticky stained panties. he doesn’t know the last time your panties weren’t a mess and he likes it that way. 

“dad helped me so much, helped stretch my cunny and give me my cunny medicine,” you whimper, reaching a hand to lace into his, your other pulling the hem of your dress higher bucking your hips up. “do i stop my medicine after i have dad’s cock?”

“no baby, you will have to keep taking it as long as you want dad’s cock fucking your cunny,” you grin up at him. 

“oh good i like when dad gives me his pee with it,” you admit. 

“mmm dad loves giving you all his pee,” he grins, his free hand rubbing soft circles over your thigh. 

“want dad’s cock now though.” 

“yeah, baby? had dad hard all day. cock’s been so tingly for you,” he leans over your using his hand to hold himself up rutting his bulge against your cunny making you whimper. 

“wanna see,” you pout, looking down between your bodies. you snake your hand down fiddling with his belt, small shaky fingers trying to help. 

“let dad help,” he says, leaning back, releasing your hand reaching for his buckle and undoing it with ease. you watch intently, staring at the zipper sliding down mouth watering at the sight of his grey boxers, a damp spot from his clear sticky stuff. 

“dad can i put it in my mouth please,” you beg, using your hands to tug at the waistband letting his cock spring out, slapping his tummy. 

“wanna taste dad again? didn’t know you liked it so much,” he smiles, reaching around you to help you sit up legs dangling over the edge of the bed. 

“taste so good dad makes my cunny feel tingly and sticky,” you admit, scooting forward so his cock is right in your face. small hand gripping the base as you lean forward, eyes staring up at your dad as your tongue slides over the tip. 

“mmm,” he groans, watching his pretty girl. your head lowering as you wrap your lips around him spit pooling in your mouth on command.

“taking dad’s cock so well.” every word of praise makes you move faster, push your head lower, moan louder. he loves the way you take him in and savor the taste of his skin, spit dribbling out of your stretched lips. he moves his hips, hands threading in your hair as you gag around him, the sound of your throat being intruded upon fills the room. 

“like choking on dad? such a perfect little mouth,” he groans, head falls back as he moves his hips. you slobber around him, spilling onto your carpet as he slams into your tiny wet mouth. wet squelching of your small throat being hit with his tip filling the room. 

“fuck baby, sorry.” he moan, pulling your hair back his cock bobbing against your cheek as you gag trying to catch your breath. “dad got so carried away.”

“liked it,” you rasp, grinning happily up at him, not bothering to wipe your mouth. 

“such a good girl,” he coos, squatting down in front of you, hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls your slimy lips to his. you whine, his tongue pushing against yours as he shakes his head, the wet muscle sliding on yours. 

he can’t help himself loving the way your mouth tastes like him. your tongue flicking dumbly against his still learning how to kiss properly. small hands gripping his shirt when your dad shoves his tongue in your mouth moaning as he savors you. his hands slide over your thighs sneaking over your stained panties fingers flicking against your clitty making you whine. 

“wanna have fucking, dad,” you whimper, pulling away slippery chins from the mixing of spit. 

“gotta stretch your cunny baby. you’re so tight now my pretty virgin girl.” he coos, standing back up rolling his sleeves up as you lay back again. his forearms flexing as he folds the fabric your cunny drools with excitement, the thought of his thick fingers filling you up. 

“let’s get these sticky panties off,” he grins at you, sliding his hands under your dress tugging the waistband down over your thighs and down your legs. he tosses them in your room but he will collect them later for his memories. 

“oh baby, you’re cunny is so drippy,” he groans, leaning in and pushing your thighs back. you whimper bringing your fingers to cup over your clothed tits. his nose pushes into your cunny, lapping over you wet slurping at your slit savoring all your juices. 

“oh, dad,” you whimper, his large heavy tongue covering your entire cunny as he curls it into you, scooping up all the slick before swallowing it down. he pulls away too quickly making you pout, staring at him as he stands over you. 

“sorry baby, dad’s being too greedy. let’s get you out of your pretty dress,” he holds your hips flipping you over eyes not leaving your cunt. 

“like when dad’s greedy, i am too,” you look back at him, hair sticking to your slick chin. 

“yeah baby? dad’s so greedy for you, want to keep you all to myself.” he tells you his large hands trailing up your back making you shiver. he slides the zipper down your back your sleeves already falling down. 

“how did i get the prettiest daughter in the world,” he grins at you. he snakes his arms under the material lifting you off of your hands holding you up. his fingers dance over you making goosebumps prickle your skin as your breathing speeds up. 

“let’s get this off of you, dad needs to see his pretty girl,” he mouthes against your bare skin. tongue dancing along your back as his hand pushes the fabric over your shoulders. he keeps his tongue sliding against your skin as his hands find your small tits. 

“hnnn, dad,” you whine, he grins into your skin as his fingers rub the stiff buds. 

“feels good?”

“unhuh, makes me unnn, jerky,” you mewl, hips jerking on queue when he pinches the nubs in his fingers. he can’t help but pull you closer into his chest, rubbing his stiff cock against your cunny. 

“yeah? getting dad’s cock all sticky just from touching your pretty tits,” his tongue is still sliding over your soft skin. he has to hold himself back from forcing his cock into you now, so wet and warm begging to be shoved into. he has to remind himself to be gentle, you’re his girl, his baby, his daughter. he needs to make your first time feel good so you will beg for it over and over. 

“want it in my cunny,” you beg. 

“i know baby. can you bend over, show dad your cunny? let me stretch you out baby.” his hands slip away from your tits as you lean forward, shaky arms holding you up. large hands sliding down your waist pushing what’s left of your dress up before he spreads your ass. 

“fingers, dad, please, stretch my cunny,” you babble looking over your shoulder at him. 

“so pretty, keeps distracting dad,” he smiles up at you, making your face heat. he moves his hands, thumbs spreading your sweet sticky cunny, using his middle finger he slides it through your slick tapping at your waiting hole. 

“dadddd, please,” you whine, not appreciating his teasing. he chuckles at you pushing his digit into you with ease making you moan out. your back arches, whining as his finger curls into you slowly pushing in and out. 

“mmm, think dr. jung stretched your cunny out for dad. gonna add a finger.” you nod, mouth hanging open panting heavier as his second digit stuffs into you. soft whines spill from your mouth as he keeps his eyes glued to your cunny tight hole sucking his fingers in.

he can’t help but wonder what your cunt would feel like if he just forced himself in, shoved his too big cock into you. he knew you’d like it probably whine stupidly and apologize for pushing him away. he’d molded you into the perfect toy, craving his approval even if it hurts. he can’t help but move his hips his hard cock wishing for your hole. 

“taking dad’s fingers so well, perfect little girl,” he coos, gripping your cheek while he speeds his fingers, wrist flicking his palm slapping against your swollen clitty. 

“more dad, stretch more,” you plead, your arms are starting to shake every rub of his fingertips against that special spot making you weak. 

“think you can do it?” you nod eagerly pushing your hips into his fingers slick drooling out of you down your clitty sticky slaps against his palm. 

“want it, dad.” he doesn’t make you wait, adding his pointer finger your head falls, hanging down as you cry out. hips shivering at the stretch curling into yourself, your arms weak bending under the pressure. 

“feels s’ good, full,” you whine. he goes faster scissoring his three fingers into you your walls tight and sticky clinging to him. he uses his hand to move your hips, helping you fuck yourself on his fingers as your arms fall. whimpering as your face hits your bed drool starting to pool. he twists his wrist, screwing his fingers into you, stretching your walls. 

“doing so good, kiddo,” he coos, leaning closer to see your tight hole squeezing his digits. all you can do is whimper chanting for him over and over your thighs quivering. 

“dadddd,” you cry out your hair falling into your mouth. “pee, gonna come out can’t, ‘s can’t.”

“doing so good. ‘s okay baby let it out get that cum out for dad,” he soothes. you squeal his fingers rubbing inside of you curling perfectly as your legs shake squirming away from him as you cum. liquid shooting out of you right as he pulls his fingers away. grinning at the site of his girl shaking as she squirts for the second time today, overwhelming her. he leans in, catching the last spray of liquid on his greedy tongue moaning as his mouth fills. 

he watches you catch your breath, fingers gripping your light pink sheets as you pant into them. he soothes his large hands over your thighs watching your open hole flutter, still contracting. 

“pretty girl, didn’t even pee yet holding it so good. felt really good didn’t you,” he kisses your cheek before his tongue flattens over the round muscle. 

“felt,” you pause still catching your breath trying to lift yourself up. “want dad.”

“you have me baby, always have your dad,” he confirms, even though he knows what you mean. he reaches around you, turning you on your back again, your hair fanning onto the sheets. his pretty girl all fucked out, face slick with spit. 

“kiss me, please,” you sigh, reaching out for him. he comes to you pressing his lips to yours softly moving against you. you relax pushing your tongue into his mouth whining when he sucks on your wet muscle.

your small fingers grip his shirt tightly pulling him onto you, spreading your legs for him. he falls onto you his cock laying over your cunny and tummy, tip leaking onto your skin. you flick your tongue into his mouth whimpering, tasting his spit eagerly. he pulls away first brushing your hair from your face. 

“you’re so beautiful,” he says, suddenly overtaken by the angelic little girl laying under him. you giggle shyly, turning your face to try and hide. 

“dad, your cock is so hard, i think you should put it in my cunny,” you tell him. 

“hmm you think?” he grins at you pulling away moving his hips to rut against your little slit.  

“unhuh, think my cunny will make dad’s cock feel good,” you stare between your legs watching his heavy cock slide over you. 

“let dad take his clothes off,” he says, reaching to unbutton his shirt. 

“wanna,” you say, leaning up and moving your small shaky fingers to unbutton his shirt. taking your time as you fiddle with each button slowly exposing his chest. 

“you’re so sweet to me,” he says, watching your face filled with concentration. “how’s your peepee? you’ve been holding so good for me.”

“unnn, wasn’t thinking about it, daddd, why did you remind me,” you whine squirming on your butt. 

“sorry, baby, not much longer and you can let it all out, dad’s cock will help get it all out of your cunny,” he tells you, your hands pushing his sleeves letting his shirt fall to your carpet onto the damp spot he helped you make. 

“take off your pants, please,” you say sweetly. he obliges, sliding them over his legs now fully naked for you, his cock swaying hypnotizing you. 

“let’s get you all comfy, okay, make sure you feel good,” he says, motioning you up to your bed. you slide back leaving a wet spot under your butt as you move up to your pillows. “want bear?”

“unhuh, he needs to make sure dad’s fucking is right,” you nod, reaching for your dad bear. he can’t help but linger on your words, wanting your little bear to watch your cunny get filled. 

“yeah? you think mr. bear knows how to fuck pretty girls like you?” he climbs over you, your legs spreading automatically. 

“dad, you’re silly, bear doesn’t have a cock,” you tell him matter-of-factly, holding up your bear to him. 

“oh you’re right, maybe that’s just dad,” he grins over you, the predator claiming his prey. 

“i wouldn’t know, dad takes too long to put his cock in my cunny,” you pout sassily. johnny laughs fully, your silly dig taking him back. 

“hmm, dad can change that,” he settles between your legs, his hot cock above your sticky cunny. 

“please dad, want dad to take my virginity,” you are so innocent so naive and pathetic, begging him to take your innocence and who is he to deny his little girl. 

“yeah? so needy, cunny all drippy,” he holds his cock stroking himself as he leans in rubbing himself over your clitty making you whine gripping your bear tighter. 

“dad,” you whimper, eyes staring up at him longingly. 

“ready baby? gonna feel so full okay,” he tells you as you nod your head. you spread your legs wider looking down where his cock rubs over your waiting hole. he tilts his head down letting a fat glob of spit hit his cock before rubbing it over himself. he should go get lube but he’s too focused on you. 

“put it in please, dad i’m ready,” you tell him, eyes not leaving as he moves his tip, angling it to slowly fill your hole. your mouth falls open watching his huge dad cock slowly disappearing, your cunny filling to the brim. your whimper, squirming when it starts to sting, gripping your bear tighter. 

“h-hurts, dad,” you whimper, still watching him fill you up. 

“it’s okay baby, it will stop soon. you’re doing so good, so fucking tight,” he tells you not really caring if your cunny stings he’s too obsessed with the squeeze of your virgin hole. 

“uhhh, dad, please,” you beg, reaching to grab his arm, tears welling as your cunny burns. 

“shhhh ‘s okay, you’re okay. almost in you all the way, see your tummy bump,” his words distract you for a minute, your eyes moving to see his cock bulging into you. the view makes you excited, your dad finally in you even if it hurts. 

“cunny- it stings,” you whine out, tears starting to roll. he just coos at you shushing your whining as he finally pushes all the way in with a groan. 

“see baby, you did so good, all of dad’s cock is in you. see how close we are,” he grins, seeing where his cock has disappeared in your small hole. “it won’t hurt much longer.”

“sorry dad, i- i’m trying,” you hiccup, moving a hand to rub over the bulge in your belly. he can’t help but savor your words, silly girl apologizing for being in pain from her dad’s big cock. 

“you’re doing so good for me, feels so full huh?” you nod, he stays still moving one hand to tease your clit and the other holding your hand over your belly bulge. you mewl jerking in his touch making his cock hit your cervix your eyes wide. 

“shhh relax baby, dad’s gonna make you feel good,” he soothes. flicking his finger over your clit making your walls start to flutter around him, your body visibly relaxing under him. he holds himself back despite the urge to fuck into you, relishing in the tightness. he knows he should have used lube but deep down he didn’t want to, he craved the drag around his cock. 

“daddd, pee,” you babble, head turning as his fingers continue teasing your clitty. silent cries filling your throat as tears continue falling you want to relax but your pee threatens to come. 

“hold it just a little longer,” you nod your mouth hanging open as he rubs his cock through your skin. the pain starts melting away slowly as your cunny gets distracted with your dad’s hands playing with you. 

“so full,” you whimper. you feel him everywhere on you in you it takes over your senses, only dad, just dad, your dad. 

“i know, baby. can you touch your tits for me, pinch your nipples for dad it will help you relax,” he instructs. you move shakily small hands quivering as you hold your small breasts whining when your fingers rub the pointy buds. 

“dad feeling good now,” you moan, he can’t hold his grin back. realization dawning on your innocent face as the full feeling overtakes you, his finger still flicking your clit while your little fingers rub clumsily on your hard nubs. 

“told you, kiddo, let dad move some. doing so fucking good for me your cunny feels so good on dad’s cock,” he groans as he starts to move his hips, looking down as his base appears from your cunny. he wants to just fuck you freely just pound your virgin cunt even if you’re begging him to stop but he’s your dad he can’t hurt you. 

“oh dad, dad,” you call, reaching for his hand. he laces your fingers pushing your joined hands on your tummy as he moves in and out slowly. a small streak of red on his cock mixing with your cream makes him groan the physical confirmation of your virginity spilling out of you. 

“fuck, you’re so fucking tight for me, feel so good for dad,” he growls. he holds your tummy down aching for the bulge of his cock to rub against his palm. 

“full, so, cunny oh, dad,” you babble, your whimpers coming out with every slap of his hips. he isn’t holding back fucking his little girl full of his dad cock. filling you up over and over pulling you closer and closer to that good feeling he’s taught you so much about. his finger rubbing soft circles over your swollen clitty, he drops another glob of spit rubbing it into your fat bud. 

“taking dad’s cock so well, perfect little girl,” he can’t pull his eyes from your cunny stretching around him. tight little hole latching onto him the same way your lips do. 

“dad can’t hold, ‘s full,” you cry out, the pressure of his hand and cock on your bladder makes you leak. small hot dribbles spilling out of you over his cock. 

“let out your pee baby gonna feel so good, pee on dad’s cock,” he instructs. your squeal as his hips speed up hot fluid spilling out of you, shooting your spray over his lower half. he spills curses watching your hot piss squirting with every thrust of his cock inside of you. his large balls plapping against your ass as he bends you more lifting your hips off the bed, wishing he could have a taste. 

“holy fuck,” he groans, your eyes rolled back as you shoot your heavy stream onto his chest. arms sliding to your sides fully overtaken by the pleasure, mouth hanging open as small sounds are fucked out of you. bear is forgotten, arms limp as you begin to shake around him, walls fluttering as he keeps going, his pace never faltering as his fingers rub speedy circles on your clit spraying hot piss all over. your bed is puddling, soaking his knees as he pounds into you. the pretty sounds you make mixing with his grunts and the sound of skin slapping. 

“dadddd,” you cry, the only announcement of your orgasm. hips jerking trying to escape the pleasure but he only brings you closer. calling out for him as your head presses into your pillow creaming cunny sucking his cock into you begging for his seed to fill you up. he can’t stop he can’t slow down he can’t pull his eyes away, your small body taking so much as you cum bucking as the last few gushes of piss shoot out. 

“so good for dad, so fucking good. so pretty,” his words don't comprehend in your head the only thought is more and more and you want more. spit spilling from your lips as you are fucked through your orgasm overstimulation taking over you. 

“pleaseee no, so much,” you manage, but he’s too close to stop. 

“so close baby, you want dad to cum too right? want dad’s white stuff in your cunny?” you do you really do so you push through whimpering as his hips slap into you his groaning like music to your ears. 

“want dad’s cum please, dad please,” you plead, you move your hips fucking into him like a good girl would. 

“gonna fill you up baby fuck,” his head falls forward eyes closing as he moans hands dropping you onto the wet mattress as his hips buck sloppily. 

“fill my cunny, dad, i earned it.” 

“fuck,” his hips stutter making your mouth open as you feel the hot white shooting into you. you can’t help but squeal already obsessed with this new feeling of him fucking you full of his cum. you’ve never felt closer to your dad. 

“oh dad, so full,” you reach your small hand soothing his hair as his hips slow. 

“you feel so good baby, oh my god,” he stays in you cock still twitching. 

“dad i wanna do it again,” you look up at him. 

“yeah? dad has to rest some first. your little cunny wore me out,” he grins at you. just like he wanted, already has you begging for more. 

“dad can you keep your cock in me forever, i like it,” you ask, hand petting your bear again. 

“mmm can stay for a bit but how will i get any work done i’ll be too distracted,” he moves in you, slowly pulling out to see the white on his cock before pushing back in making your eyes close. 

“oh fuck,” he groans. 

“what dad? please stay,” you whimper. 

“forgot to take pictures for dr. jung,” he runs his hands through his hair, pretending he hasn’t been filming the entire thigh. 

“ ‘s ok let’s just do it more so we can show him some more,” you grin. 

“mmm i like that idea,” he leans down, kissing you like married people do. 

when he finally pulls out after loads of snuggles and kisses he grabs his phone pretending to take pictures but he’s really just zooming in. camera focusing on the thick white puddling out of you and onto your soaked sheets. 

he takes his time helping to clean you up, fingers soothing your skin. you melt into him feeling so close to your dad and you want more of it. you can’t help but beg for more straddling his lap bouncing on his chest cunny slick and needy already. 

“please dad, pretty please want more cum want more cock in me,” you whine tits jumping as you beg. 

“mmm baby, isn’t your cunny tired got all stretched,” he asks, looking down at the glistening mound pressed against him. 

“nuhuh cunny is so excited, cunny needs dad,” you say, leaning back using your fingers to show him. he stares, eyes glued to your puffy used cunt, slick on his chest and clitty still swollen. 

“i see, you really want it baby?”

“unhuh, please, dad’s cock is tingly too,” you grin reaching around to fist his heavy cock, hard and fat as it lays on his stomach. 

“mmm, slide down baby,” he tells you and you do shimmying lower so your cunny bumps his cock. “mhmm get on dad’s cock baby.”

“so slippy, dad,” you giggle as your cunny slides easily on his cock. 

“feels so good baby, how about you move back and forth dad can help,” he tells you, reaching up to hold your small hips in his big hands. he grips you tightly helping you slide back and forth on him, hips moving shakily as your hands fall to his chest. 

“just like that, atta girl,” he coos, watching the tip of his cock disappear between your chubby lips.

“want it in me,” you whimper. your head falling as your tummy tightens, heat filling you with every slip against him. 

“gonna teach you something special okay?” you nod stupidly too cock drunk to focus. “lift up, baby.” you whine at the loss as he lifts your hips sticky strings connecting you. 

“now grab dad’s cock okay.” you stare down between your legs using your fingers to hold him. “can you find your cunny hole?”

“ ‘s,” you pause, reaching your other hand biting your lips as you slide over yourself feeling for the opening. “here.”

“okay can you put dad’s cock in your cunny hole?” you whimper, lifting on your knees, head tilting as you try to move him into you. you feel impatient and frustrated why can’t he just put it in you like he did before just give you what you want. 

“unnh,” you grumble. “can’t.”

“you can, baby, try for me. ‘s okay you can do it,” he encourages, watching your shaky hands try to slide his slippery cock into your even slipperier hole. 

“try,” you pout, he can’t help but grin your small grumbles as you fiddle with his twitching cock. “daddd, help please.”

“you sure? i thought you wanted it really, really bad?” he teases, but brings his hand between you lifting you higher and pressing his tip into you. 

“oh, found it,” you gasp, hands flying to his chest with a slap. 

“go slow baby, gonna be so full,” he coos, helping you lower your hips. your eyes tight as you feel his cock sliding into you it doesn’t hurt as bad just a little sting. 

“ffuck,” you mewl, his cock filling you and filling you. 

“doing so good, nice and slow baby,” he soothes his hands over your hips as you lower only a small gap between complete connection. 

“feel you in my tummy,” you whine, head hanging. 

“cause dad has a big man cock, you have a tiny girl cunny,” he grins. he loves babying you making you smaller than you are treating you like a kid, his kid. the taboo of what he’s doing makes everything more intense, his cock harder and wetter as he fills up his daughter’s once virgin cunt. still not believing he took your innocence the thought makes him happier. 

“oh, dad, oh,” you whimper, fully seated on him, his trimmed hair poking your bare skin. “love being full.”

“such a good girl, you feel so good. taking it all by yourself,” he stares at where you meet. skin pushed together your tummy bulging again making his cock twitch. “touch your clitty baby it will feel so good.”

“want dad’s fingers,” you look up at him big eyes pleading. 

“just try, you gotta be a big girl,” he grins. your still sticky hand shakily coming over your mound awkwardly pushing against the skin. “clitty, baby, touch here.” he directs your fingers sliding between your puffy lips, small finger touching the bundle of nerves making you gasp. 

“atta girl, makes your cunny tickle dad’s cock,” he tells you, moving your finger in small circles over your clitty. 

“wan- more,” you whine. 

“hmm, what do you want, baby,” he can’t stop grinning. his little girl wanting him to fuck her cunt but she doesn’t even know how to ask. 

“cock isn’t moving, please dad,” you beg. eyes starting to tear from the outer stimulation and the lack of internal. 

“yeah? c’mon baby, let me help,” his large hands take charge gripping your hips sliding you against him. it feels like before, his hands lifting you on him but it’s so much more. his cock pumping inside of you as you keep your fingers touching your swollen clitty. 

“dad,” you chant over and over, bouncing on him stupidly. he bites his lip focusing on the squelch of your little cunny dripping around him. his cock bumps inside of you, skin slapping as he grabs your butt tighter. 

“so fucking good on dad, make dad’s cock feel so fucking good,” he groans, somehow it’s even better than the first time tight hole wrapping around him like a glove. 

“oh, dadddd, more, fast,” your arm is tense as you rub your clitty craving more. he lifts his legs pressing his feet into your mattress using his hips to bounce you on his lap. your mouth goes slack, moans coming with each slap of his skin against yours. 

“better,” he grunts, watching your cunny suck his cock tighter and tighter. you nod, head bobbing as he slams his cock into you, small tits bouncing.

“wanna cum,” you whine, arm moving faster, fingers trying to pull you closer. you’re such a fast learner, fingers mimicking how dad touches to you. 

“keep touching your clitty, let dad work on your cunny,” he groans, your walls squeezing him in as he fucks up into you. you cry out when his tip rubs your special spot, dad angling his hips to repeat the motion over and over. concentration on his face as his muscles flex, his butt bouncing into the damp sheets as you start to clench around him. 

“cum, i-“ you squeal, falling forward onto your dad’s sticky chest. hips shaking against him as he keeps fucking into you, skin plapping louder as his balls bounce. your mouth open, drooling as you cum, overwhelmed and satisfied as it rolls over you. stupidly bucking against him, clitty twitching as it rubs against his hair, he doesn’t slow down rubbing his tip over your sweet spot making your eyes roll back. 

“doing so fucking good, so tight around dad, taking my big cock so well,” he grunts praises. your ears start to ring, not hearing yourself calling out for your dad. his big hands rolling your hips into his, slick spilling over his cock. you don’t even know if you’ve stopped cumming, you feel it everywhere your fingertips buzzing, cunny fluttering, toes curling. 

“oh fuck, kiddo,” he groans above you, cum shooting inside of you again. he barely slows keeping you gliding on him as he milks his cock, not letting a drop go to waste. your tummy feels so full, of cock, of cum, of your dad. your spit starts dripping over his chest sliding down as you drool more and more, his movements slowing but his hands roaming your butt. reaching his hand around groaning as he rubs sticky cream that’s started to spill onto his cock. using his slick fingers he rubs circles over your back cunny making you whine gripping his shoulder. 

“so sticky, baby. came so hard didn’t you? cunny still squeezing me,” he coos. you nod, spit sticking to your cheek, eyes closed as you calm down. he rubs his fingers over your rim, massaging the tight hole with your mixed liquids, little muscles still contracting around him. 

“dad, how does it feel even better,” you babble, tongue sliding over his skin. 

“i know, baby, feels better than the first time, doesn't it? your cunny was made for dad, perfect for me,” he keeps his fingers smoothing over you, his other hand coming to brush your hair. 

“dad why can’t we do it over and over wanna have fucking always,” you whine. 

“we gotta be grown ups, do grown up things. can’t always play together, i wish we could.” he coos at you wiping at the spittle on your cheek. 

“do we have to go to church, can dad fuck some more,” you look up at him pouting. 

“you wanna skip?” you nod eagerly. 

“wanna have more fucking time, please,” you whimper. how can he deny that little face. 

“hmm dad will have to tell mom you aren’t feeling well,” he lifts a hand to your forehead. “hmm i think you may have a fever.” he grins down at you and you hold a finger over your mouth to keep a secret. 

“yeah i feel really sick, i think i need dad’s cock to make me feel better,” you giggle. 

he cleans you up again not as thoroughly knowing you will be eager for another round in no time. he lets you lay on his chest as his cock slips from you cunny spilling hot liquid over his balls. he grins to himself looking in the mirror watching the puddle forming. 

he makes up some story of food poisoning at lunch to get your mom away for a bit longer. oh how he wishes she would leave forever. not much longer and he can whisk you away, he already had his lawyer working on the paperwork.

he keeps you in your room touching you fingers fucking into you stretching you out making you cum on your sheets. he loses count of how many times you’ve cum today he wishes he’d been keeping better track wouldn’t that be a perfect stat to have. he loves the damp sheets pressing into his back the smell of sex and piss floated through the room. 

he finally convinced you to eat something even though you teased that you wanted to eat his cock and have a big drink of his pee. he fed you, held your cheek as you chewed, rubbing a thumb on your skin. after you finished he laid you on the table devouring your sticky cunny, tasting his cum still in you. he made you cum one his tongue, on his fingers, and finally after begged he shoved his cock in you. he couldn’t stop grinning at your blissed out face, watching the window as your neighbors passed by maybe they could hear you squealing in pleasure. 

he didn’t bother cleaning the slick off the table; part of him wanted his stupid wife to find the residue. wonder if her hot young husband was cheating on her, try to beg him to stay, never once letting the thought of him fucking her daughter cross her mind. it made him giddy, he wanted to humiliate her and make her feel bad for everything she had done to you. 

he snuck into your room that night his wife passed out, ear plugs shoved in her ears snoring loudly. he had to get a good look at your cunny and of course you convinced him you needed his cock to do a really thorough inspection. he held his hand over your mouth the only sound of heavy breathing and skin slapping as he filled up your spent, puffy cunny. 

johnny didn’t think he’d ever cum this much or ever wanted to cum this much. maybe when he was younger. he spent the first half of his twenties being a perv with jaehyun and the other half being a creep with him. was there a difference? yes,it was normal to be young and horny and desperate, but older and horny and touching younger people under the guise of it being normal was definitely creep behavior. 

jaehyun had made the guilt melt away from johnny, made him feel normal for his urges, his unnatural desires. jaehyun was arguably worse than johnny, he perved on any and everyone playing doctor for creepy parents so he could get his fingers sticky. johnny just watched, he wasn't as bad right?

you fell asleep easily your dad pumping his fingers in your sticky cunny he said he needed to help clean you up after all your fucking. you’d never felt so full, so happy, so satisfied like he was the only person in the world. whimpering softly on his bare chest as you slipped into your dreams. dreams of your dad, dreams of holding his hand, kissing him. you wanted to be with him forever and ever just the two of you. 

you woke up with sun in your eyes, your bed empty and lonely as your hand searched for your dad’s warmth. you pouted when you didn’t feel him. dragging your body from the bed a light soreness coating you, you slid on a big tshirt and some panties your cunny already sticky. you wandered to kitchen smelling warm bread and hearing water running. 

“dadddd,” you grinned as you rounded the corner. 

“your dad had to go to his office,” your mom stands there grimace on her face, instantly ruining your mood. 

“oh, good morning,” your smile dim, as you walked around your mom to the fridge.  

“i’m really glad you and johnny are getting along,” she mumbles. 

“uh yeah, i like him a lot, he fits right in,” your mind wanders to him, you cunny pulsing with need. absentmindedly grabbing your juice from the fridge holding it in your hand as she talks. 

“he sure does. he said he would be home in a bit i have a few meetings today. can you be home alone?” your mom turns to you and eyebrow raised. 

“yes mom, i’ve been doing really well,” you smile at the thought of being left alone for once, even though you’d miss your dad for this little bit. 

“hmm, we will see, don’t get into anything. do your classes and read,” she says sternly. you nod watching her walk out of the door shutting and locking it. 

you don’t know what to do with yourself left alone for at least an hour maybe. you wanted your dad, wanted him peeing in your mouth and giving you your cunny medicine. what you wanted most though was his cock stuffing inside of you making you feel all special and warm. getting the white sticky stuff in your cunny and filling you to the brim. 

you whimpered putting your juice up without pouring a glass. you looked at the clock, you wish he’d left you a message or a secret sign of the time. it wasn’t like you could call him. you peaked out the window, your mom long gone and the driveway empty.

you thought for a second which became minutes, your craving growing inside of you as you thought about what to do. the only thing your mind welcomed was your dad’s cock and he wasn’t here. maybe no you shouldn’t, but just a touch wouldn’t hurt. dad had you touched your clitty lots yesterday it would be okay right? 

you looked out the window scanning for his familiar car before hurrying to your room. you felt sneaky and dirty and bad but dad never said it was icky to touch your cunny. you just couldn’t help it you needed him whether it was his fingers, his mouth, or his cock. 

once in your room you grabbed your bear hoping it would be like your dad was right there. kneeling down in front of your mirror you shimmied your panties down already damp from your wandering mind. you felt giddy as you slid them over your legs letting them hang on to one of your legs. spreading yourself wide you looked intently at the mirror your cunny swollen and exposed you’d never gotten a good look without your dad’s help but you thought you could. 

“so sticky,” you mumble, reaching a timid hand between your legs using two fingers to split your slimy lips. leaning your head over you try to get a good glimpse but it’s easier to just look at your reflection. eyes wide as you stare at your girl parts wishing your hand was your dad’s. 

“usually touches here,” you move your hand, rubbing the swollen numb under your fingertips with a gasp. gripping your bear tighter as you whine watching your cunny flutter and spill slick onto your carpet. 

“hnnn,” you want your dad, need him. you bite your lips concentrating on your clitty, using one finger you pet it softly like touching an exotic animal. you couldn’t help the whimpers building in your throat as your tummy began to warm. 

“oh,” your eyes widen suddenly finding the right spot. you tense your arm rubbing hard and fast chasing the pleasure your cunny so desperately needs. 

“daddd,” you call out for him, holding your bear tighter wishing it was him. you look silly and clumsy mashing your hand against your cunny for the first time alone. thoughts of your dad filling your mind, wishing he was behind you reaching a big hand around coaxing the cum out of you. 

you don’t hear him come in. don’t notice his looming presence in the doorway grin wide on his face as he watches you. your eyes trained on your cunny in the mirror, hand tense and tight as you rub and rub and rub. your poor cunny swollen with need and he wasn’t there to help you. 

“oh dad, want,” you call out, bucking your hips trying harder and harder to cum. he couldn’t help but smile, his little girl growing up touching her own cunny. he could see the slick glistening on your fingers as you gasped fingers sliding greedily against your clitty. 

“unnnnn,” you sound so frustrated trying to force your orgasm but what you really want is your dad. the feeling drawing closer as you linger on him letting his cock making your tummy big fill your silly head. 

he can’t decide what to do. should he wait and watch let you cum on your own or should he creep up behind you help you get all that cum out of your weeping hole. he decides on the latter quite easily. footsteps quiet on the carpet as he comes over to you. he stands behind you palming his cock waiting for you to notice him. 

“want cum,” whimpering your eyes only seeing your rapid hand rubbing up and down on your cunny. the need to pee that familiar feeling warming your belly so close so close almost. 

“daddd,” you squeal eyes meeting his as you cum. pee spraying out onto the mirror hand trying to keep rubbing at your clitty but it’s so tired. 

“feel good, baby? you nod whining as your hips buck shooting liquid on your reflection. your butt grows damp on your carpet, the stream not stopping as you start to cry embarrassment filling your head. 

“sorry, dad, so sorry, i-“ you hiccup as he squats down petting your hair and running his arms over you. 

“sorry why? felt good didn’t you? it’s okay to touch your cunny, baby,” he coos his soft warm voice instantly soothing you. 

“but- but i didn’t - ask,” you stutter sniffling as your pee keeps pouring. 

“shhh, don’t need to ask dad, i want you to feel good baby. felt really good, look at all your pee, held so much in your tummy,” he rubs his hand over your sensitive clitty pulling the hood back helping your stream arch onto the glass. you whine leaning into his touch as you let go, gripping your bear tighter as you watch the droplets grow. 

“felt so good,” you confirm, nodding your head as your stream slows to small gushes. 

“got all needy, sorry dad wasn’t here to take care of his girl,” he pouts letting his hand linger over your cunny rubbing its softly as you calm down. 

“missed you dad needed your cock so bad. couldn’t help it,” you babble. 

“i know, baby, i missed you. dad got all hard watching you sleep so pretty this morning had to touch my cock by myself.” 

“you do it too, dad? you make the white cum stuff come out by yourself?” he nods at you as you turn to face him his hand resting on your butt spreading the cheeks to see you in the mirror. 

“yeah dad has to touch his cock just like you touch your cunny,” he confirms, he settles in front of you on his knees. 

“show me,” you look up at him hand reaching down to grip him over his jeans. 

“wanna see?” you nod at him looking down as your hands race to unbutton his pants. shaky hands furious with need as you slide the zipper down. “mmm you’re getting good at that, baby.”

“do you touch it like i touched my cunny with my fingers,” you ask, tugging his waistband down. 

“i touch it like when you use your hands on dad,” he confirms, letting you lower his clothes, his cock heavy and full already. 

“wanna see dad, please show me,” your eyes begging. it doesn’t take any convincing leaning back to sit down opening his legs for you to crawl closer. dragging your bear on the carpet as you come to him. 

“mmm, can you give me some spit?” he holds out a hand and you oblige by moving your mouth to build up saliva before spilling it out of your lips and globbing it in his palm. “good girl.”

“dad used to touch his cock a lot before he had you to help him.” he tells you using your spit to help his hand glide over himself. you lean in resting on your tummy between his legs eyes wide as you watch him stroke himself. 

“did you have to get your cum out a lot?” 

“mhmm dad would get so hard and pent up had to touch himself to feel better,” he groans, his hand flicking. you squirm closer wanting the best view. 

“sorry i couldn’t help you dad. it’s not fair to you,” you pout leaning on his inner thigh, your bear resting opposite. 

“oh little one you’re here now. had some help too, it wasn't all bad,” he tells you. you use your hand to cup his heavy balls squeezing and massaging them hoping to help him a little. 

“did dr. jung help you like he did me?”

“unhuh, dr. jung helped dad get all his cum out. dr. jung is really good with his hands,” he grunts as your hand fondles his heavy sac. he thinks back to times before you, back when he was your age jerking off with jaehyun in an alleyway hoping someone would catch them. 

the times jaehyun would sneak his hand into johnny’s pants during lectures grinning and showing his dimple while johnny filled his boxers. jaehyun telling johnny his big master plan of running his own practice and he even had his first patient. johnny watching as jaehyun fucked into haechan’s hole the boy whining and spraying piss out of his boy clitty while his dad, their old professor doyoung, touched his stepson. 

johnny didn’t know jaehyun was so fucked up but the more he swirled into that world the more he enjoyed it. the taboo nature of jaehyun’s words coaxing thick streams of piss out of virgins while his gloved fingers stuffed them. then getting his own step toy. johnny couldn’t help but be jealous, then he found you. his tummy warmed at the memories. 

“dad, you’re so sticky,” you giggle your finger tapping his tip making strings. 

“cause i have my pretty girl here. like when you watch me baby makes me feel so good,” he groans, his hips bucking into his tight fist. 

“when i saw you dad, made my cum shoot out, made my tummy so hot and felt so good too.” you admit, licking your sticky finger. 

“yeah?” he pauses moaning, letting his lip slide out of his mouth. “made you feel a little naughty didn’t it? getting caught touching your cunny,” he already knows. he feels the same way. the feeling of your mom one day catching him buried in her daughter. 

“unhuh, felt like i was in trouble but in a good way,” you squirm rubbing your pissy thighs together, your feet kicking in the air. 

“i know baby, fuck, keep watching me gonna cum baby,” he hisses, his hand jerking faster over his cock bumping yours as you massage his balls. 

“cum for me dad, wanna see it please,” you whimper. you can’t help yourself bringing your lips to latch around his tip hearing him call your name as he cums. hot warmth filling your mouth, the familiar taste spreading as he shoots onto your tongue. you keep sucking, swallowing him down with need as he curses, his hands threading in your hair. 

“atta girl, fuck,” he leans his head back. you pull away gulping him down before letting your tongue collect any leftovers his flavor never lasting long enough. 

“felt good?”

“so fucking good baby,” he grins at you, petting your hair as you lay back on his thigh. 

“where did you go this morning? did you have lots of work?”

“dad had to get some papers. remember how we talked about going away just us two?” you nod looking up at him. “got all that finished so now we just need to decide when you wanna go and we can pack up.”

“really oh really dad,” you grin, sitting up and bouncing on your knees. you reach for him, wrapping your arms around him, your bear still gripped in your fingers. pulling his face in to kiss him with a loud smack. he can’t help but smile at you. 

“unhuh, as long as you still wanna go and be stuck with me,” he smiles at you softly. 

“wanna be with dad foreverrrr,” you giggle. you fall into him as he holds your waist taking you down with him grinning and giggling with you. 

“wanna be with my girl,” he coos, cupping your cheek kissing you softly waiting for you to open your mouth sticking your tongue out to flick against his. you still hadn’t mastered kissing but johnny preferred it, your clumsy mouth slipping against his, small tongue tapping his as you whined. 

he kept you close, letting you rub against him as he sucked your tongue into his mouth. lewd wet sounds filling your ears making you happy and giddy. you loved his big tongue against yours, slimy and sticky and warm, sliding against you as he tilted your head. he kissed over your cheek wet mouth mashing to your soft skin. 

“dad, when we go away you can kiss me like this all the time, right?” you whine, his tongue sliding over your jaw. 

“mmmm, gonna keep your lips on mine 24/7.” he confirms, grinning against your skin. you whimper rubbing your cunny over his soft cock trying to make it hard again so you can have it in you. he slides his tongue lower moving your face so he can get a better angle mouthing against the soft skin of your neck. you whine, hold tightening on your bear as his teeth slide over your neck. what he wouldn’t get to mark you as his, red and purple bruises for everyone to see. 

“dad,” you moan, his teeth softly biting into your delicate skin before pulling away tongue soothing. his lips press against you as he moves to your ear flicking his tongue over your lobe making you squirm. 

“tickles,” you giggle. 

“i love you,” he whispers, before pulling back his eyes meeting yours. 

“i love you, dad,” you lean your head on his chest. his large hands brushing over your head. “dad.”

“what is it, kiddo?”

“you forgot my cunny medicine,” you tell him. 

“oh no, we can’t have that, need your cunny good and healthy so you can have all the dad cock you want,” he kisses your face again before helping you up. you kneel looking up at him as he stands over you, his cock half hard making your mouth water. “let me get your special medicine.”

“dad, wanna be naked with you,” you pout reaching for his pant leg before he can walk away. 

“mmm, c’mere baby,” he coos at you, helping you stand your panties sliding off your ankle. “let’s put him on the bed.” he holds your bear tenderly, walking him to your mattress before coming back to you. he stands in front of you with large hands sliding under your shirt as he lifts it over your head. “pretty baby.”

“wanna help you,” you say, small hands reaching under his shirt lifting the hem over his head. you rub your fingers over his chest feeling his muscles under his skin before tugging his pants all the way down. 

“better?”

“unhuh, like seeing you,” you admit, biting your lip. 

“mmm, i like seeing you baby. can you wait on the bed while i get your pill?” you nod. you sit on your bed bear in hand again, sliding over the big stain you’d made yesterday. you watch with a big grin as your dad’s butt jiggles as he walks out of your room. 

you opened your legs looking down at the sticky mess you’d been left with. maybe dad would put his cock in you after you had your cunny medicine. you used your fingers leading down and spreading your puffy cunny so slippery and sticky. you felt good touching yourself but liked it much better when dad did. 

“got all messy huh, baby,” he grins at you back in the doorway. 

“so sticky dad, want cock really, really bad,” you pout at him as he crosses the room. 

“yeah? how about you have your cunny medicine then dad can stretch you out and fill you up,” he offers his large hand cupping your face. 

“please, wanna taste daddy,” you whimper, puffy lip jutting out. 

“mmm open for me,” you slack your jaw sticking your tongue out before he places the small circle on your tongue. he pulled your ankles bringing you closer to the edge of the bed making you giggle.  he grabbed his cock tapping it on your tongue grunting. 

“you look so pretty for me. love how much you want it, baby,” he coos. you open your mouth as wide as you can eagerly awaiting your favorite drink. he grunts softly relaxing, slowly dribbling onto your tongue. 

you moan eyes wide as you start to taste him, the pill sliding down your throat going unnoticed as you gulp him down. closing your mouth to latch around his tip again slurping fast as his stream speeds up. he moans watching your cheeks swell and empty over and over. 

“my pretty girl,” moaning as you swirl your tongue loving the feeling of each gush hitting your muscle. you started bobbing your head slowly sucking him into your mouth as you held your bear in front of you. johnny loved the sight, innocent sweet girl getting defiled by dad like all good daughters do. 

“fuck, baby, taught you so well taking dad’s cock all on your own,” he praised, threading his fingers in your hair as his piss stream begins to taper off. you swallow the rest moving your head faster up and down, hollowing your cheeks as he hardens in your mouth. 

“shit, baby, don’t make dad cum,” he groans, pulling you off of him with a pop. you look up at him smiling with your teeth as spit drips out of your mouth and onto your bear. 

“how do you want dad’s cock? want dad to fuck your cunny while you lay down? wanna sit on dad’s cock?” 

“wanna bend over, remember dad, you told me dad’s can fuck me like that,” you remind him. 

“show me, kiddo.” you turn quickly bending your knees and exposing your cunny as your arms hold you up, your sticky bear right under you. 

“mmm, i remember now. gives dad such a pretty view of your back cunny,” he smiles soothing his hands over your butt. 

“dad you touched my back cunny a lot yesterday it felt really good,” you turn to look back at him, wiggling your butt. 

“yeah? how about dad shows you something that feels even better than his fingers?” you nod quickly, stretching your neck to see his face come closer. he spreads your cheeks groaning at your tight rim winking back at him slick glistening over you.

hanging his tongue out as he laps over your tight hole making you gasp. pushing his mouth against you, swirling his tongue over the tight hole, you can’t help but drop your head, the sensation so new, so good, so overwhelming. whimpering as you grip your sheets his mouth moving up and down as he tastes your sweet skin mixing with leftover piss and slick. he can’t get enough of your sounds airy whines spilling as he pokes his tongue into your tight hole. 

“relax baby,” he mumbles between your cheeks. you try your best, his hands squeezing your butt as you breathe deeply letting your muscles release his tongue sliding into you making you squeal. your arms dropping you onto your bear as he fills up your tightest hole. cunny dripping onto your bed as he dives deeper fingers digging into your soft skin. 

“taste so good,” he garbled into your skin, spit slipping down as he devoured you. you whine, legs shaky and squirming his tongue flicking inside of you.

“fuck,” he groans, pulling back to see your head buried in your sheets, hole clenching waiting for more, cunny dripping long sticky strings. “you okay?”

“unhuh, feels funny. like it,” you babble, trying to lift yourself up again. 

“yeah? one day dad can put his cock in your back cunny too,” you whimper turning to see him. one hand holding his cock rubbing against your cunny as he stares down biting his lip. 

“want cock in my cunny,” you plead, pushing your hips back to meet him. 

“don’t want stretching?” you shake your head, hips wiggling begging without words. “mmm, so slippery, baby. dad’s gonna fuck your cunny so good.”

“please dad, want,” you’re cut off. his thick cock plunging into you stretching your tiny hole to the max. crying out cunny beyond full arms wavering again as you try to stay up. 

“oh fuck, dad,” you choke, his cock sliding out before slamming back into you filling your tummy all the way up. 

“thought you were ready, kiddo,” he grins, clutching your hips pulling you into him with a slap of your skin. 

“so much, too hard,” you cry out, weakly pushing against his hand but he slams into you again. his balls slapping against your clitty. 

“were you fibbing?” he asks pulling you almost all the way off before pulling you back in your hips shaking in his hold. 

“nuhuh, i-“ he does it again pulling almost all the way out before fucking back into you tip touching your cervix. “i just, fuck.”

“cat got your tongue, baby?” he coos already going stupid. too helpless to push him off so you suffer through the forcefulness. you’ll learn to like it. 

“dadddd ‘s too much,” you squeal, arms falling making you face plant into your bear. 

“feels so good though,” he grunts, pulling your fallen hips against his cock. lifting them to angle into you, crying as he rubs your special spot with his cock. each slap of his skin against yours a squelch of pleasure mixing with pain. 

you keep your head pressed into your bear whimpering wishing he’d slow down but if it feels good for dad it’s okay you think. your legs shaking around him as he slows rubbing inside of you over and over. 

“atta girl, not so bad when you aren’t squirming,” he moans, leaning over his arms encasing you. your tears wetting your bear as his hips speed up again grinding into you the pleasure melting the roughness into a warm sweet flavor. 

“to tight around dad, still like my little virgin girl,” he coos, sliding a hand under your squeezing at your small mashed tit. 

“dad,” you gasp over and over. every movement he makes bubbling in your tummy, spilling over and coating your body. fingers gripping anything you can as your clitty rubs your stained sheets. 

“doing so good taking dad so fucking good,” groaning as he swivels his hips into you with practiced ease. you never even had the thought of your dad knowing how to do dad and daughter stuff before you. no thought of him having fucking with any other person not even your mom. johnny was very well practiced, far too experienced to resort to his step daughter but also freakishly deranged to only want her. 

“dad, want face. wanna see you,” you babble, mouthing at your bear as you try to move under him but he’s too strong. 

“hmm? wanna see me?” you nod, hair messy as you try to turn your face. 

“c’mere,” he coos his harshness gone exchanged with a familiar softness gracing his face. he leans back onto his knees before he lifts your hips shifting you onto your side. he pushes your thigh higher your head partially facing him his cock still inside of you. 

“better?”

“unhuh, hold me,” you whimper. he snakes his arms under you wrapping one around your thighs lifting them to angle your hips. 

“sweet baby, was i too rough?” you shake your head lying but he doesn’t need to know. 

“sorry baby, got carried away. you just feel so good on dad just made for me,” he soothes, holding your hand as he starts slowly thrusting into you. he bites his lip taking long deep strokes hitting you so deep you can’t focus on anything else. 

“oh dad, so deep, dad,” you whimper, eyes closing, mouth hanging open as he stays slow and steady. he releases your hand pushing your thigh back so he can go even deeper. the view of your tight cunny wrapped around him as he pulls out holding him so close he can’t help but fill you back up. 

“doing so good baby, touch your cunny, show dad how you touch yourself,” he grunts, watching your shaky hand slide between your legs. rhythmic whines escaping your throat as you rub stupidly against your clitty. 

“dadddd,” you call out, fingers slick as they slide back and forth. “oh my god,” you cry when his cock rubs against that special spot inside your cunny. 

“feels good doesn’t it? doing so good, gonna cum for dad aren’t you,” he coos, your head nodding fast as you rub your fingers rapidly. your legs relaxed dangling in his arms as he takes what’s his. speeding his hips up to slam into you hard and fast, his hips slapping your skin. 

“want cum, oh god, dad, dad,” you chant your belly growing full and tight and warm all at once. he can feel you getting closer your slick walls tightening around him. 

“want you to cum for me, you can do that can’t you? cum on dad’s cock,” you squeal hips jerking as you cum on his command. whining and grabbing his wrist as he fucks you through it, his hair bouncing on his forehead slamming his hips into you. your mouth wide silent screams as you cream on his cock. 

“that’s my good girl. fuck feels so good for dad when you cum,” he grunts. he doesn’t slow down, pounding into you like a ragdoll your whole body bouncing back and forth. 

“i- it’s, dad,” whining as you feel your body going numb with pleasure your cunny contracting as your orgasm seems to never end. your dad moving his fingers to rub your clitty making your jerk against him hands flying to push him away but he doesn’t let you just smiles at your struggle. 

“one more baby, let dad have one more,” he tells you, your small hands still slapping at his wrists. that just makes him fuck you harder use more pressure on your swollen used clitty. 

“fuckkk i’m so close baby, you can cum again can’t you. i know you’re so sensitive but it will feel so good,” you nod your head not even knowing what you’re agreeing too. your whole body buzzing in his hold eyes and mouth dripping as his thumb speeds up. 

“da,” you babble, head foggy as your body shakes again. legs quivering voice whining without warning cunny tighter than before as you cum again for him. liquid spilling around his cock. 

“just like that fuck, kiddo, gonna fill you up,” he grunts again his pretty sounds distracting you. slamming into you a few more times before groaning your name hips stuttering as you feel the white liquid shooting inside of you filling you up like you wanted. all the pain and sensitivity melts away when your cunny swallows him up. 

“shit baby, did so fucking good for me,” he leans over you licking a long stripe from your exposed breast to your cheek before kissing you. “made dad feel so good.”

“dad, cunny, full,” you say stupidly. 

“yeah, dad fucked your cunny full of my special dad stuff. came so much for me,” he grins above you. wet slimy lips pressing greedy kisses over your face. 

“love dad cum,” babbling as your eyes look to him. 

“love filling up my girl. that’s what dads are for,” he whispers. “didn’t hurt you did i?”

“nuhuh, felt so much more than ever. feel it all over,” you tell him, as he leans back. 

“mmm good girl, want you to cum so hard and feel so good.” he lifts your hips slowly pulling out of your gaping hole. once such a tiny tight little thigh now you’re all grown up. he gets close groaning cock twitching as he sees the white start bubbling out of you. he can’t help but stare watching his thick white seed start to spill out of you. using his large fingers to collect it and push it back in making you whine again. 

“dad, can’t,” you plead. 

“need to clean you up baby, got dad all in you,” he smiles. god he loves how pliant you are just taking what he gives you not resisting. leaning down cupping his tongue and collecting his dad cum from your little daughter hole. moaning at his own taste as it fills his mouth. 

pulling away he brings his face to your opening your mouth and letting his cum slowly drip onto your tongue. your eyes soft and dazed as you taste him, thick white sliding down your throat. he stares at your open mouth watching you fill up as he spits it all out for you. 

“good girl,” he coos, as you swallow it down. “you did so good for dad. love how we get to be so close now sticking my grown up dad cock in your cunny.” he rubs his hands over your massaging your muscles. 

“how come it feels so good and all over,” you say eyes closed, mashed into your bear as you bask in the post sex haze. 

“cause we’re dad and daughter and we love each other,” his hand stroking your sticky face. “when two people love each other like we do it makes everything more intense.”

“is it like that with mom,” you ask, peaking up. 

“never. can i tell you a secret,” he leans in mouthing at your neck as you nod. “dad only loves you. everything with mom is all pretend i don’t love her the way i do you. my special little girl.” you feel the warmth filling your tummy and spreading like a puddle of your pee. 

“really dad? sorry you have to pretend for me,” you pout. “wanna leave so you can be happy with me.”

“you’re so sweet baby,” he rolls beside you, tucking you into his large side. “can’t wait to be with my baby forever and ever. never gonna leave me right, baby?”

“never ever gonna leave you. wanna be with dad forever,” you confirm holding your pinky out for him to link. 

the rest of the week is a blur of fuckings and more fuckings and sneaky fuckings and loud fuckings and inappropriate fuckings in every position you can think of. your dad made sure to let you have fucking at least twice a day he said it was better the more fucking a daughter got because then it would make her feel good. 

dad’s cunny inspections got longer, his hands groping your small tits while you covered your mouth. making sure to pinch your tiny blossoming nipples until your cunny was even more sticky. his large digits scissoring inside of your walls stretching and coaxing any leftover cum out of you. he loved keeping you full with him, tugging your used panties up, letting them soil and stick to you with his cum as glue. 

you pushed your face in your pillows while he teased his tip in filling your cunny up endlessly. whimpering and looking at him with begging eyes for more for just a centimeter more just a little bit more inside. falling asleep full of his cum and clutching your bear while he wrapped you into him. 

he’d woken up a few times with your hands or your mouth teasing his cock to life. you’d grown so obsessed with being full of him you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. he’d made you into just the girl he wanted. his little dad cock obsessed daughter constantly whining in his ear to have fucking with her dad. 

sometime in the night before church you rolled over straddling your dad and pushing his half hard cock in your sticky cunny. whining as you tried to take it all bouncing stupidly and sloppily trying to satisfy the urges. lifting your sleeping dad’s hand to rub your clitty. he woke up to the most perfect sight, concentrating daughter trying to take dad’s cock while he slept using him for her craving. 

he couldn’t be more proud. 

he’d been sending jaehyun all the files. the unending videos of your twisted up face crying while you got cock forced inside of you. jaehyun was drinking them up, telling johnny how lucky he was to have such a perfect princess. jaehyun didn’t tell johnny how bad he wanted a taste, how much he wanted to take advantage of her naivety again. 

you felt excited for church that morning, bubbling to tell dr. jung about your week of dad and daughter time. while your mom had choir and your dad was greeting people you slipped away searching for dr. jung. 

“darling,” you turn your head smile widening when you see him standing in the doorway of a classroom. 

“dr. jung,” you skip to him, wrapping him in a big hug. 

“aren’t you happy today, wanna tell me all about it,” he grinned, stepping aside to let you in the sunday school room. he shut the door behind you clicking the lock but it went unnoticed. 

“oh my goodness dr. jung. i had so much fucking with dad, we did it all over even in mom’s bed,” you giggled bouncing on your toes. 

“really? that sounds like lots of fun, did you get dad’s cock after church? your mom said you weren’t feeling good so you stayed home that evening.”

“it was just pretend. i had dad’s cock in me all day. at first it kinda hurt and stung in my cunny,” you say rubbing a hand over your sticky cum filled panties. your dad already giving you something to feel during sunday school. “then it felt so good like i was gonna explode.”

“yeah, glad your cunny felt good. dad been fucking you a lot? daughters need to have lots of dad cock,” he tells you walking closer to you backing you into the desk. 

“unhuh, we have fucking at least twice but sometimes more. dad even taught me how to have cum by myself,” you grin, your butt pushing into the table. 

“oh wow, aren’t you special,” he smiles at you, bringing a hand to slip under your skirt. “can you show me?”

“unhuh, do you need to make sure i’m doing it right?” he nods lifting you to sit on the desk your dress riding up. 

“i can help make sure you are doing it just right to get the cum out,” he smiles at you. you nod, bending your knees exposing your panties. he squats down in front of you getting face to face with your panties. 

“did dad stuff you already?” he grins, rubbing a finger over your damp panties. 

“unhuh, every morning after cunny medicine,” thinking back to this morning your dad making you cum in no time while your mom took a shower. 

“that’s a good girl, you take his dad cock good don’t you?” you nod his finger rubbing your clitty making your toes curl. “show me how you touch your cunny.”

“i just,” you pause, catching your breath, bringing your hand over your panties. you push over your clitty feeling the sticky cum squish against you. moving your hand you rub fast up and down over your clitty. “unnnh, like this.”

“yeah?” he peaks up at you, your lip trapped between your teeth as you concentrate. “let me show you a better way.”

“there’s more ways,” you whimper, hand still mashing hard and fast feeling your tummy warm. 

“oh darling, there’s an unlimited number of ways to touch your cunny.” he smiles up at you. “first put your fingers in your panties.”

“like this?” you move your hand sliding them inside the waistband fingertips touching the white stuff. 

“just like that, why don’t i take these off for you so i can see just what you’re doing,” his voice is gentle as his large hands slide over your legs tugging your soiled panties down your legs before shoving them in his pocket. “such a pretty cunny. i can tell dad’s been using it a lot.”

“wish dad could keep his cock in me all day and night,” you pout. 

“wouldn’t that be fun,” he smirks. “see your clitty.”

“unhuh,” you nod staring between your legs at the swollen nub. 

“right there is gonna feel extra good so take one of your little fingers and curl it on your clitty,” he instructs. you stare down, using your pointer to stroke your bundle of nerves making you hiss. 

“oh, dr. jung,” you whimper. 

“see, feels so good. keep doing that it will help your cunny get all slick,” he smiles, leaning closer his hands spreading your thighs. 

“so tickly,” you mumble, your hips jerking with each rub over your clitty. you don’t see mark in the window of the door. the teenage boy looming, watching you in earnest defiling yourself for dr. jung. his cock growing in his slacks for the fifth time this week because of you. 

“atta girl, can see all your cunny juice coming out,” he confirms, lowering his glasses to peak over the rims. 

“feel good, close to cum,” babbling as you squirm on the desk. 

“not yet, bring your fingers to your cunny hole,” he tells you and you do after another good rub on your clitty. small fingers starting to prune in the wetness when you touch over your hole. 

“here?”

“perfect, now want you to put a finger inside your cunny,” he says. your slow, softly pushing your pointer finger inside of your slippery cunny. 

“feels funny,” you giggle. 

“yeah? go in and out like when dad puts his cock in your cunny.” you follow his lead, moving your tiny finger in and out your hips wiggling again. 

“more,” you whimper. 

“add another finger.” you whine, head falling back when you push your middle finger in beside your digit. feeling full already as your hips buck into your hand. 

“mark, just the guy i was looking for,” johnny smiles, seeing mark staring in the window of a sunday school room. 

“oh uh, fuck,” he mumbles under he breath turning to johnny and he can’t hide the bulge in his khakis. “hi mr. suh.”

“you okay,” johnny smiles knowingly staring at the large mound in the boys pants. 

“uh yeah, i uh, oh this,” he stammers, looking everywhere but johnny’s face. 

“what’s going on? did you watch a dirty movie,” johnny grins, walking closer to mark. the boy can’t speak only pointing to the glass for johnny.

“hmm.” johnny leaning in his jaw growing slack his eyes bulging when he sees what mark was so enamored with. “oh my fucking god.”

“mr. suh,” mark sounded shocked hearing the curse words in the house of god ona. sunday morning. johnny got closer, pressing his face to the window jiggling the doorknob. 

“fucker locked it,” he groans, slamming his head on the glass. 

“i uh, i have my keys,” mark pipes up reaching into his pocket digging out the jingling metal. 

“oh i could kiss you, gimme,” johnny grabs for the keys pushing them into the lock opening the door and dragging mark in despite his protests. 

“oh, dad,” you whimper, your fingers squelching in your cunny. “dr. jung is teaching me.” your words are garbled on your own spit, dr. jung turned to look at his friend and the pastor's son with a cheeky grin. 

“i see that,” he tries to sound sweet and soft and loving but he never told jaehyun he could do this. they’d never even spoken about him being alone with her. suddenly he was overwhelmed with anger, he wanted to grab his friend by the collar and beat the shit out of him, but wouldn’t that ruin the illusion?

“markkk,” you whine, curling your fingers inside of you. the boys face is beat red his eyes can’t move from the motion of your fingers and the wet cunt in his face. 

“uh, hey,” he chokes. 

“dad, come see,” you whimper, eyes dazed, fingers soaked as you reach for him with your other hand. he can’t break the illusion he will deal with his friend later, walking over to you soothing his features as he stands beside you. his large hand smoothing over your back as he lifts your skirt to get a good look. 

“so pretty, baby, fingers feel good don’t they?”

“unhuh, dr. jung said he can show me a better way to touch my cunny,” you mewl, leaning onto your dad’s shoulder. 

“is that right,” he scowls at jaehyun his glasses low as he watches johnny’s daughter stuff them in her cunny. 

“feels really good, like your fingers better though,” you admit. mark is so flabbergasted, so completely taken aback by the entire situation like some crude fantasy. he was so uncomfortable and so nauseous but so aroused his cock harder than ever. 

“mark, why don’t you come get a good look,” dr. jung suggests, turning to wink at him. mark’s mouth is dry but he’s a good boy and does as he’s told slimming over to the crowd forming around his crush. 

“do you touch pretty girl’s like this?” mark shakes his head. he’d never do such a dirty thing, especially not before marriage. johnny feels his anger melting into arousal at the idea of corrupting the cute boy who’s cock gets hard with a glimpse of his daughter’s thigh. 

“don’t you have a crush on her? i can see how you watch her during worship,” johnny adds, his lip twitching into a grin. 

“i uh,” he stammers looking between the eyes of the men in front of him before staring right into yours. soft fragile girl who isn’t really any of those things but he still finds his heart speeding up at her dazed smile. “unhuh.”

“why don’t you touch her like a grown up since you have grown up feeling for her,” jaehyun grins, reaching for mark’s thigh tugging him closer. mark trips stumbling over his feet, his hands landing around your thighs on the table. your small hand still making soft circles on your clitty, his breath hot in your face. 

“would you like that baby? do you want mark to touch your cunny?” you nod your head against your dad’s big shoulder looking at mark with need in your eyes. 

“i don’t think, i’ve never. it wouldn’t be,” mark fumbles with excuses as dr. jung stands up beside him. he grins to johnny their friendship easily mended as he grabs mark’s wrist forcing it closer and closer to the warm wet. 

“please mark, want you to touch me,” you whimper, egging him on. his calloused fingers sliding against yours, the feeling something he’d never get over. warm wet slick, soft fleshy mound sliding under his fingers, he bites his lip eyes down watching his hand move on its own. 

“oh god,” he groans, your sticky fingers guiding him now. moving them to touch the swollen bump making your whine as your toes curl. 

“that’s her clit,” jaehyun grins, whispering down mark’s neck. mark gulps; he'd only ever seen it in a textbook and heard vulgar boys talk about it, but to feel it so soft and sweet under his fingers dragging the most melodic sounds from his dream girl. 

“feels so good,” you sigh, falling into your dad’s hold, his eyes trained on mark’s inexperienced hands. 

“why don’t you put one in, mark,” johnny suggests, watching mark fumble. 

“here mark,” jaehyun moves mark’s hand again, pushing his knuckle so it slides into the warmth. mark groans out his hips bucking like he was inside of you fully. his middle finger surrounded by soft silky warmth completely wrapping him up. 

“curl your fingers, like this,” johnny tells him making a motion with his own finger for mark. 

“ohhh,” you whine, eyes closing when he rubs the special spot inside of you. he isn’t sure what he did but he wants to keep doing it. rubbing his fingertip over and over the spongy insides until you’re squirming in front of him. 

“she likes it,” johnny grins to him. 

“that’s her gspot. you wanna make her squirt, don't you?” dr. jung is behind mark whispering in the shelf of his ear making mark shiver. 

“more,” you whine. mark isn’t sure what that means did you want it faster or harder or. 

“add a finger,” johnny instructs, mark does as he’s told. pushing a second digit into you making you melt. he goes back to rubbing that spot again with both fingers. 

“touch her clit, use your thumb,” dr. jung instructs. 

“markkk,” you whine, your hips jerking as his thumb touches the bump again. he likes you like this, the pretty sounds, the warmth around his fingers. 

“good job,” dr. jung coos in his ear. he’s like the devil on mark’s shoulder, getting him to sin more and more but mark doesn’t care. it can’t be a sin if it feels so good right? 

“feels good, oh, mark,” you whimper, fingers digging into the desk as your tummy heats up. mark’s cock is impossibly hard in his khakis. he thinks that everytime he sees you but it really is this time. 

“go faster mark, she can take it. my baby likes it like that,” johnny grins, tapping his fingers over your chin. mark flicks his wrist faster chasing something he’s only heard about. 

“unhuh, like it, oh dad.” you’re so close to spilling all over mark’s hand. “want kiss.” mark’s head flicks up thinking you’re talking to him but then he sees your dad lean in, flicking his tongue into your delicate mouth. mark could cum in his pants, why did something so sick and twisted have to be so hot. 

“atta boy, mark, gonna make a pretty girl cum for the first time,” dr. jung has his hands on mark’s waist, his fingers creeping closer to the boy’s bulge pushing mark back into his own. 

your whimpering gets louder despite the fat tongue sliding against your teeth. hips jerking to meet his clumsy wrist he can’t decide what to look at. 

“she’s close, get ready,” dr. jung grips mark’s bulge the boy doubling over with a shriek as you cum. his face right in the line of fire as you spray a hot clear stream. moaning into your dad’s mouth as mark sneaks his open hoping for a little taste of what he’s heard about. 

“good girl,” johnny coos, looking down at mark. the boy’s chin is sticky and his bulge damp in jaehyun’s hand. 

“holy cow,” mark mumbles, watching and feeling your walls contract around his finger. your squirming and whining mark still moving his hand inside of you not knowing when to stop until johnny smacks his hand. his digits dripping in nectar and he can’t help but taste the forbidden fruit, sucking his fingers lewdly into his mouth moaning at the sweet pure taste. 

“they learn so fast,” dr. jung grins petting mark’s hair. 

“it’s natural instinct,” johnny replies, soothing his own hand over your face. 

“mark it’s gonna be hard for you to stand in front of the congregation with your problem,” dr. jung says, pushing his glasses up on his nose, eyeing mark’s cock. 

“i’ll just run to the bathroom real quick i uh, thanks,” he feels awkward suddenly the guilt falling over him. 

“nonsense, you can take care of mark can’t you baby? you know how to help boy’s get the cum out don’t you?” johnny grins at you. 

“unhuh, wanna help, can i mark,” you pout at him eyes glassy. he’s caught between the angel and devil on his shoulder but you look like an angel so it must be fine. 

“let dad help you down,” johnny lifts you with ease, helping you stand on shaky legs. the pool you left on the desk is fully visible now. 

“can i taste it?” you look up at him big eyes pleading and he just stands stupidly nodding. you grin dropping to your knees way too familiar with this act but mark can deconstruct that later. 

“she’s been practicing with buckles lately,” johnny grins, brushing your hair back standing face to face with mark. his sweet daughter between them sliding the belt from the loop just like she’s practiced. grinning silly when she unbuttons his pants. 

“wow,” you smile his cock hanging in your face. he’s skinny and shorter than your dad but it suits his frame, long hair poking around the base like a flower. 

“what a nice cock, mark. i really should get your dad and you in for an appointment,” dr. jung grins. he comes closer standing behind mark sandwiching him between johnny. 

“i- uh, thanks,” he gulps, looking down again just as your small hand wraps around his cock. he’d dreamed about this fantasized about you touching him then he prayed about it the cycle repeating often. 

“really pretty, i like it, don’t you dad?” you look up at your dad. he grins down at you, knuckles rubbing your cheek. 

“pretty cock for my pretty girl,” he coos, making your tummy heat again. “show mark how good you can take cock, i bet you can take him all the way down.”

“gonna try,” determined face as you come close kissing the tip making him jump but dr. jung holds him. large arms keeping him in place rubbing his bulge into mark’s butt making everything more intense. 

“oh god,” he cries as you latch your mouth around him. lips not stinging as they stretch around him slowly lowering your head as you hollow your cheeks. mark hadn’t said the lord’s name in vain in his whole life but he couldn’t help it. 

“feels good?” dr. jung coos from behind, his fingers dancing higher on mark’s chest. 

“so, oh,” he groans, as you start moving faster, swirling your tongue around him. dr. jung grins over mark’s shoulder, eyes meeting with johnny’s the unspoken discussion taking place. nodding to jaehyun and he knows what johnny is asking so he moves his fingers rubbing the tips over mark’s nipples poking under his shirt. 

“oh my god,” he bucks in dr. jung’s touch his cock hitting your throat just like you like it. “oh i’m oh.”

“gonna cum?” mark squeezes his eyes trying to hold back but the words fill his head with yucky things he can’t help it. 

“unhu,” he pants, trying to pull out but all three of you keep him in place. mr. suh’s sickly grin, mouth dripping filth, dr. jung twisting his nipples, and you, sweet precious girl sucking his cock like it’s your job. bobbing your head sloppy sucking sounds coming from below him. 

“she likes it when you cum in her mouth,” dr. jung grins. 

“i can’t, i’m- i’m sorry,” the boy whines, squirming in dr. jung’s grip. 

“gonna cum down my daughter’s throat?”

“fff,” he hisses, too scared to curse. his hips jerking as he fills up your mouth with hot white. you moan around him, he tastes so different bitter and salty but you like it. collecting every single spurt on your tongue and letting it slide down your throat. 

“atta boy,” dr. jung purrs, his hands lowering to mark’s hips helping him pull away from your eager hand. 

“felt good huh?” johnny smirks, his hands brushing through your hair. mark looks down, sweet innocent smile on your soft lips licking over them as you look back at him. 

“it’s so, oh god,” mark moans, wiggling from dr. jung’s hold but he’s too weak. 

“mark it’s normal don’t be scared,” the doctor confirms, hands gripping mark’s softening cock to help tuck him back into his khakis. 

“you liked it didn’t you, baby?” your dad looks down at you and you nod. 

“mark your boy cock tastes really good, fits in my mouth just right,” you grin, taking your dad’s hand to stand up. 

“i-“ church bells interrupt him signaling sunday school in less than five minutes. 

“looks like you two need to get to your class,” your dad smiles, fixing your clothes and smoothing them down over you. 

“cmon mark,” you grin, his cum is probably still in your teeth he thinks. you take his hand dragging him out of the classroom. 

“sweet kids,” dr. jung says. 

“don’t touch her without me ever again.”

“just thought she could use a private session,” dr. jung grins at his friend. 

“i would never do that to your girl. don’t ever do it again.” jaehyun knows he’s serious, but he didn’t mean any harm. he just can’t help being a little perverted. how is it wrong to help her out with something even if they’re all alone? it wasn’t like he fucked her yet.

“i’m leaving her mom.”

“really? she isn’t in on it?”

“god no, that prude bitch, even if she was, I don't think i’d want to keep her around,” he moans, rubbing his temples. 

“let me know if you need help moving.”

“i won’t.” johnny is curt walking out leaving his friend in the filthy room to clean up the mess. 

jaehyun doesn’t see the issue. he’d let johnny play with his daughter all the time but suddenly he was all righteous, acting like he wasn’t doing an equally terrible thing. he’d even let johnny be there when he took his girl’s virginity it’s the least johnny could do was let jaehyun teach her a few things. 

jaehyun slinked to his familiar pew sitting between his wife and daughter, their hands joining over his crotch. they always knew just what to do, helping the man of the house. he sat back and listened as mark’s father spoke his words filling his head not with good dutiful things but vile disgusting thoughts.

bending his daughter over the pew in the middle of service letting everyone get a glimpse of his good girl just to prove a point to johnny. he knew most of the attendees were just as sick as he was, they were his patients after all. the family behind him with their way too old for adoption children sitting snugly between them but jaehyun knew the man was a cuck watching his boys fuck their mom. 

or the women two rows down, her sweet stepdaughters came weekly with their mom. he was working on teaching her how to make her girls squirt. the dad too old and stupid to care. maybe the head deacon his warm smile hiding his sick obsession with his sons taking their teen cocks in his slimy old mouth with greed.

not to mention the pastor himself, mark’s own father coming to jaehyun when he needed some extra relief. he didn’t dabble with his own boys but found plenty of solace in jaehyun’s hands particularly in haechan’s. his clerical collar still on while he pushed his cock between plush thighs hitting haechan’s boy clitty. he said it didn’t count if there wasn’t penetration. mark had not a single clue to his own fathers sick fantasies, what he confessed to jaehyun like he was his bishop. father taeyong moaning his son’s name as he came cock never going soft until three orgasms later. 

jaehyun stared at him, his soft inviting smile, his words of wisdom soothing guilty consciences filling the room. he looked to you, the side of your head on the row in front of him laying against your dad’s shoulder. you wouldn’t even have him if it wasn’t for jaehyun. johnny should be thanking jaehyun for helping him, for teaching him the proper way to secure his own daughter. if only you knew the lengths your dad went to. 

as the days passed you fell deeper into a stupor, the only thing on your mind was your dad. you couldn’t focus properly on your online classes or your reading. you spent your days warming his cock in your cunny whimpering as you held his chest, his arms wrapped around you typing at his keyboard occasionally bouncing his knee jolting you into consciousness. 

and your mother, gosh she seemed to be worse by the passing days. her agitating voice constantly nitpicking each and everything. you couldn’t take much more. the only solace was in the thick cock of your father. pouting to him when she hurt your feelings or smacked your hand in anger. he cooed at you soothing your face pressing his waiting bulge into your tummy. 

you couldn’t help yourself tugging his shorts down while he napped beside you mouth watering as his cock slowly appeared. your greedy fingers taking his limp cock in your hands mouthing over it swirling it to life as he snored lightly. you knew your mom would be home soon but you needed just one more fucking before she ruined your day. 

squaring over your dad poking him into your slippery hole sliding down with ease. you’d grown so used to it the full feeling, the warmth in your tummy as it bulged with him. small hands pushing on his chest as you clumsily bounced craving the release he so often gave you. 

“baby,” he groans, hands sliding over your hips as you whimper lip tight between your teeth. 

“needed you,” you whine, hips bouncing against his. 

“love waking up to this,” he grins. 

“cunny got so sticky on my legs and your cock was just talking to me,” you whimper. 

“yeah? what did it say?”

“said it needed,” you pause his cock touching your sweet spot inside. “needed touches.”

“you’re such a good helper,” he grins, looking down at your thighs. concern hitting him for a second until he realizes, red stains. your period. some people would be grossed out but johnny found himself bucking his hips into you. did you even know you were bleeding yet?

“feels so good, cunny feels good,” you babble, head lolling as you keep bouncing on him. god it gave him flashbacks, his cock streaking red when he took your virginity just a few weeks ago. small red circle staining your pissed in sheets, he saved them folding them just so the stains were outward as he shoved it into a keepsake bag. he knew it was fucked but he loved the visual proof. 

“dad’s cock needed so many touches,” he moans, rolling you over in one motion. your head pushed against the pillows of your bed, his hips pistoning into yours just like you liked it. hard and rough and fast and loud. 

“dad, more please more,” you beg, hand coming between you curling against your clit just like dr. jung taught you. 

“feels so warm baby, my god,” he groans, eyes looking down to the large streak of blood covering his cock. he feels light headed just like when he took your virginity. 

“love dad fucking my cunny,” you mutter, not noticing the start of your period sliming over your dad’s cock. 

“fuck.” he grunts, you’d gotten a lot better at dirty talk and it sent him into a tailspin. but the view of your sheets blossoming red along with his cock set him off. lifting your hips and fucking into you hard. your chin shoved down into your chest as he fucked you, your eyes crossing as his tip hit your lowered cervix. 

“in my tummy,” you whine, the bump forming and disappearing with each thrust into you. 

“so deep in your little tummy,” his eyes focused on where you meet the bulge is a bonus. pretty sticky red strings painting his cock, different designs everytime he pulls out. 

“love it dad. love your cock,” your finger sliding in your reddish slick around your clitty. 

“so fucking wet, fuck, dad’s gonna cum,” he groans, he knows its way too fast but it’s all of these things hitting him at once. you taking him while he slept, his cock streaking red, the lewd words, he couldn’t help himself. 

“put it in my cunny,” you moan, reaching your other hand out for him. his hips stutter with a deep moan, his cum shooting thick white inside of.  “oh dad can feel it, can feel your cock pumping your cum in my cunny.”

“shit,” he can’t handle you. his balls tight as he starts moving again mixing his cum with your blood making the prettiest pink slick coat him. 

“oh dad, oh dad,” you chant, eyes closing again. he moves his hands pinching your tiny nipples between his fingers making you cry out hips bucking against him as he spirals deeper into overstimulation. 

“fuck, baby, so fucking pretty making a mess on dad’s cock,” he rolls his hips hitting the sweet spot in your cunny swollen and coated in blood. 

“cumming dad, cumming,” you whimper, voice going silent as your head twists back hips jerking as your sunny flutters around him. the feeling spreading down your shaky legs, hand stalled on your clitty as you cum. warmth pouring over you like a waterfall as his hips keep swiveling in you. 

“holy fuck,” he groans, his cock coated in slimy fluids. “so fucking good for dad.” he can’t stop watching your swollen cunny begging to be fucked through your period ease all the tension with your dad’s help. 

“dad want cock all the time,” you babble, rubbing your hand over your face swiping your drool. 

“mmm, that’s a good thing baby, my girl should be fucked full of dad’s cock whenever she wants,” he grins. slowly sliding his cock out of you, waiting for the leakage to start. 

“wanna go away with you dad, want you,” you whine, reaching a hand to tug his wrist. 

“yeah, when do you wanna leave with dad? we can go anywhere you want,” he smiles. lifting your legs up to watch the pinkish fluid bubble out of your swollen hole. 

“wanna go nowwww,” you pout wiggling in his hold making the cum spill. 

“silly girl, how about tomorrow? we can pack up during the day and be gone before she comes home,” he peaks over your leg with a grin. 

“really really? please can we,” excitement swirling in your tummy, as he rests your hips back on the bed you feel his cum sliding over your butt. 

“as long as you’re sure baby, you want to be with dad forever?” you holdout your pinky and he takes it grinning at you. 

“forever and ever with dad,” you smile as he twists his with yours. 

“i love you so much baby, so glad i got to have you,” he leans in kissing your cheeks.  

“oh no dad you’re bleeding,” you announce pointing to his red cock. 

“baby just your period dad’s okay,” he nods looking down at his cock still streaked with you. 

“that’s so grosssss i’m sorry,” you pout, hiding your face. 

“nooooo dad likes everything about you. even if your cunny gets all red and bloody dad still loves you. dad still loves fucking you no matter what,” he confirms. 

“but it’s icky.”

“nuhuh, and it makes you feel good doesn’t it? helps all your cunny muscles relax and get all the yucky stuff out,” his hands rub softly over your thighs melting your worries. 

“really?”

“unhuh, dad’s cock helps most of all when little girls get their monthly. if your tummy starts to hurt just come to dad okay,” you nod, looking down at the mess you’d unknowingly made. “cmon dad will help wash you off before mom comes home. after cunny inspection you can decide where we go.”

the night isn’t too bad. your mom busy, distracted with a deadline telling you that she will be gone even longer tomorrow which you pretend to be sad about but you just can’t wait to leave. 

your dad helps you relax all your cunny muscles before bed, his large fingers soothing your sticky red cunny. you never knew something could help the pain like your dad could. he made everything better. the moment he was in your life it was like a whole new world appeared. 

you felt so sneaky getting up and helping your dad pack up all the trinkets in your room. you decided to leave most of your books only picking a few of your favorites. when you finished a box he taped it all up and took it to his car while you sorted more stuff. you’d never moved before but it felt really exciting getting to go to a brand new place. 

you picked your favorite clothes, most of them bought by your dad. he patted your head softly when he came back in your room after each trip. he didn’t have much to pack, just his suitcase and a box or two. you didn’t really have much either. even though your whole world was in this house, this room. 

you’d decided on the beach the same pretty blue and white house with a pool your dad said you could swim in. he said you could go on the sand and swim in the salty water even during the daytime. you felt like you could burst. 

you even finished earlier than dad thought. the clock only showing 1pm when you packed the last box. you smiled hugging your dad letting him lift you and push his mouth into your hair. 

“you all ready?”

“yeah yeah let’s goooo,” you grin, tugging him near the door. 

“hold on i gotta make sure your mom knows we’ve gone.”

“but dad thought it was our secret?” you pout up at him. 

“i know, baby, i’m not gonna say much. she just needs to know we didn’t get kidnapped or something,” he tells you. 

“hmm okay,” you fake a scowl but he pushes his finger on the bend in your forehead making you giggle. 

“do you want to write anything?” he offers you a pen, a simple sticky note on a large yellow envelope. you take the pen tapping it on your chin while you think before taking it to paper. 

we’re leaving do not try to contact us. she doesn’t want to speak with you she has asked for my help to leave. you’ve trapped her long enough she’s an adult now so set her free. 

i hope you enjoy all your alone time 

pulling out of the drive and onto your street for the final time. sitting in the front seat holding your dad’s hand giggling as the house got smaller and smaller in the mirror. 

you could go and do anything you wanted now and you felt love like never before. your dad was a real parent unlike your mom who really just hated you. 

but dad, your dad, he was loving, caring, and so wonderful. he never made you feel stupid or small he only made you feel warm and gooey. he taught you so many things like pinky promises and how to order food at a restaurant, he let you hold his hand and dance you’d never been able to dance around your mom. he showed you about girl and boy parts and even helped get all your peepee out. he made you feel good and touched you lots on your privates. you’d never felt so much love and affection from anyone. your dad was made just for you. 

pt 1 ⇢ our secret, right?

pt 2 ⇢ practice makes perfect

©️tddyhyck

"Mmmfh." was all that came out of you, as if you thought you could speak with him stuffing your mouth full.

Mr. Seo was adoring how you looked right now; on your knees, a mix of spit and pre-cum covering your chin, and your lips swollen from the continuous sucking motion. But his favorite thing would always be the tears running down your hollowed cheeks.

His big hands were laced into your hair, controlling every thrusting movement of your mouth around his shaft. Your tongue was grazing against him in the best way possible, the sounds so sinful just like the countless early morning rendezvous you've been having with Mr. Seo.

Because he wanted to know what you were supposed to say, he swiftly pulled you off, sadistically smiling at how you shakily sucked in a breathe after breathing through your nose the whole time, and the trail of saliva still connecting you to his dick.

"What'd you wanna say, baby?"

"Wait," you took another breathe, your hands that were on Mr. Seo's lap gently squeezing to compose yourself, "I need to ask you something."

"And what's that, sweetheart?" he asked, as he moved some of the messy hair out of your face.

"Y-you'll take care of me after this right?"

"Of course, I always want to." cocking his head to the side, wondering why you even thought he wouldn't, "Why do you ask?"

"Because," you leaned back with the space that was left from underneath the desk, enough so that Mr. Seo could see you take your hand to your wet, almost completely sheer from your arousal, underwear "I think this needs taking care of."

His smirk only widened, throwing his head back in disbelief from how erotic you were. And that wasn't a problem, not at all. Frankly, it was what made him adore you so much. Not only were you at his beck and call, but you knew what you wanted from him.