Chapter 2: Relocation

I awoke with a smile on my face and my father’s seed in my belly. Life is good. I lay there next to him, listening to his steady breathing. I turned my head on the pillow to look at this man that I was giving everything to. To me, he is beautiful, to the rest of the world, non-mutant. He was able to attract women, but that’s over. Mine, mine, mine.

I raised the sheet that was covering our naked bodies and gazed down at the softness that lay between his thighs. That tingle began to form in the deepest parts of my belly. The penis is an amazing tool. It can shrink and hide inside the body when it’s cold or expand outside to shed heat. When excited it can cut diamonds, or so they brag. It can completely take over a man’s body and decision-making on a whim. Fascinating.

I suddenly wanted to know the feeling of it growing in my mouth. I wanted to breathe life into it. I wanted to make it angry so maybe it would punish me. I quietly moved my face to my Daddy’s cock and bending down, I sucked the soft head into my warm, wet mouth. It felt squishy, but I quickly sucked the whole thing in and bathed it with my tongue.

Almost immediately it started to move and grow. I felt amazing, I can control this cock. It was growing too big for my mouth, so I started moving up on down on it till it was at full staff. I wrapped my little hand around the base of it and pumped it as I forced it into my throat.

My dad slowly came out of his slumber. He moaned and stretched his whole body out and then relaxed. Putting his hand softly on the back of my head, he moaned, “Oh Baby Girl, you’re too good to me, but if you keep that up much longer, I’m going to blow.”

That’s all I needed. I increased the pace with my mouth and hand. I placed my free hand on his balls and really felt them for the first time. I massaged them very gently. I would suck on them later, now I just wanted to taste his load again.

I could hear my dad, “Oh Baby Girl ... Oh Baby Girl ... OH!” It amazes me how his cock swells in my hand and mouth just as he lets go of my favorite meal. I’m learning the pace that as I move my fist up toward the head, it rewards me with a fresh shot of cum. So, when my timing is right, I can control the flow. One of these times I’m going to squeeze and see if I can stop it, but that’s for another time. Right now, I was learning to swallow and breathe and take his cock deep. I wish I could just swallow him, and he could shoot right into my stomach.

He no sooner had stopped cuming, when he sat up and bent down and kissed me. Sliding his tongue into my mouth, he received a mouthful of his cum as it cascaded between our mouths. He swallowed and I felt ... happy.

As we lay there catching our breath, I asked, “Our all the curtains closed, and the house locked up?”

“Yes”

I continued, “Do you have any plans or is anybody coming over today?”

“No”

It’s Saturday, we are basically on our honeymoon, so I say, we stay naked and explore each other’s bodies all day and night. Eating when were hungry, drinking when were thirsty, and fucking, well, all the time. And that’s what we did, for three days. Dad took Monday off and we fucked and sucked in pretty much every room and at night in the dark we fucked in the pool out back. I got to say, by Tuesday, I needed a break, I was sore. And I think Dad was too, but wouldn’t admit it.

Dad works for a large multi-conglomerate that has offices all over the world. He makes a lucrative salary, though he isn’t high enough in the corporation to be noticed. For this reason, we decided that if we were going to live as lovers, for all intents and purposes, we would no longer be related by birth. I was now and forever Daddy’s wife.

We would relocate to another part of the country. If anybody asked about our age difference, we would say, I was in a violent relationship and Dad came to my rescue and took me out of the situation. I would say that he was the only man, in my entire life, who truly cared for and loved me. So, for me, it was a no-brainer. I’ll be by his side till he kicks me to the curb. Dad said I should write stories because I came up with that ruse on the fly. He doesn’t know I’m writing this, so mum’s the word.

So, that’s what we did, over the next six months, we sold our house, for a tidy profit, I might add. We relocated to a warm climate; we loved our pool. Dad picked up where we left off and life started for the new Honeymooners in town. It was marvelous. Dad talked about how young and alive he felt like he had a purpose in life. A reason to live.

Our time together was wonderful. Dad got into role-playing, so I never knew what was going to walk through the front door or the back on occasion. It was exciting.

One time was particularly stimulating. It was a weekday around 10:00 in the morning and Dad was at work. I was in one of Daddy’s dress shirts he wears to work. I only wear underwear if we go out, so it’s just the shirt. I was walking through the house when a strong arm came around my middle pulling me hard into a man, standing behind me. Before I could scream, his other hand covered my mouth and whispered in my ear, “Don’t make a sound and I won’t hurt you. Do you understand?”

I know my man’s smell. I nodded my head.

He whispered again, “Not a fucking sound.” As he removed his hand, he walked me over to the back of the couch and bent at the waist. I put my hands on the cushions of the couch and grabbed them tightly as I felt him kneel behind me and he stuck his tongue right into my pussy, driving it as deep as he could push it.

“OH God!” I screamed. Please don’t hurt me, I’ll do whatever you want, just, please don’t hurt me.” His tongue continued to bathe me from behind. He spread my ass cheeks with his hands and found my asshole with his tongue and plunged it in and licked my ass, driving me to whimper for more. After a bit, I could no longer hold out and I came hard on his tongue, his hands holding me still as I shook against his manipulations.

He stood up behind me and pulled me up to look at him. This was the first time I saw him; he was wearing a black ski mask. I almost giggled until I thought, what if it’s not him? This sent a chill through me. Looking at me, he growled, “I want you on your knees. I’m going to give you something and you are going to take it. Do you understand?”

Quietly I stammered, “Yes sir.”

“No,” he said.

“Yes ... master.”

“Ah ... a quick learner. I like that.” As I lowered to my knees in front of him, he pulled my shirt up and over my head, leaving me nude. I rested on my knees and went to touch myself and he barked, “No touching. You will not touch yourself unless I tell you to. Understand?”

“Yes sir ... master.”

As I watched him unzip his fly in front of my face he said, “This is your treat for being a good girl.” Because he was already hard, he had to reach in and pull his cock out. As soon as it was free, with a hand on the back of my head, he forced it into my mouth, which I greedily accepted, sucking him almost all the way in. I have been getting him deeper and deeper down my throat the more I practice with it. It’s not the length, it’s the girth. My mouth is stretched wide. It’s just getting him to fit in my throat. I will master this, because I know Daddy will love it.

I rested there on my knees, motionless. He was holding the sides of my head with his hands and was fucking my mouth. I concentrated on my breathing as he pumped cock into me. I could feel his release approaching by his reactions. He was fucking my face hard, but not enough to hurt me. He was in control.

Without warning, he pulled his cock from my mouth, stood me up, and bent me back over the couch. I heard his pants fall to the floor and then he was inside of me. My pussy was wet, and it didn’t hurt, it was just the shock of it. I was being fucked and there was nothing I could or would have done to stop it.

I cried out in pleasure as he force fucked me, asking me, “Do you like my hard cock fucking your wet hole? I’m going to cum inside of you and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”

I cried out again, this time I played my part, “Oh master, please don’t cum inside me, I’m not on birth control.”

He was almost in a frenzy now and as he erupted in me, he cried out like I hadn’t heard before. I was glad our house was soundproof, he moaned and said nasty things causing my orgasm to take my body. I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart and cried out in my pleasure.

I felt his spasms as he finished emptying into me, and then after holding himself deep in me, he withdrew. When I was able to stand up, I turned around and he was gone. That startled me. I’m a little crazy, but not that crazy. That did just happen because I have jizz running down my leg, which I scooped up with my hand and licked it clean. “Yup, that’s my dad.” I half expected him to come back in, but I didn’t see him until his usual arrival time, and he played it off like nothing happened. “Well played old man, well played. I can see pokers going up. I guess the ball or balls are in my court.”

This was going to take some thought. I ordered a catholic schoolgirl uniform, and that’s on the way. He could be my principal or teacher; bad girls need discipline. Maybe we could play pastor-wayward tramp. I could be a street hooker. I could tie him up while he’s sleeping. Yes, this was going to take some thought. Then it came to me. This is going to cost some cash, but it will all be stuff we can reuse.

It took a couple of weeks to prepare. He never mentioned my assault and I didn’t either. Finally, I was ready, I hadn’t eaten in two days preparing myself. I wanted this to be completely different. It was Friday morning and before Dad left for work, I asked if he was going to be busy today. He said it wasn’t and was looking forward to getting back to me as soon as he could.

I waited till about 11:00 and sent him a text message, that I needed him to come home. He texted back asking if I was all right. I texted I was fine, I just needed him. He replied he was on his way. I tingled in anticipation. I was hoping to lose my anal virginity today. I was standing at the door with a large Jack and Coke when he walked in. “Take this and go shower. When you are through, put these clothes back on and meet me by the third bedroom.

“Are you okay?” He quarried, worried I was ill.

“Do as you’re told Stud.” He shrugged his shoulders, took his drink, and went upstairs.

I was in a pair of jeans, a blouse, tennis shoes, no undies. Twenty minutes later, I was standing next to our third bedroom with the door closed. We weren’t using this room for anything yet, so I improvised. Dad came down the hall with a shit-eating grin. When he neared, I handed him a full-length white lab coat, a stethoscope, and a doctor’s bag. “Do not open the bag until you need it. Now go inside, I’ll give you a minute to take in the situation.” He put on the coat, wrapped the stethoscope around his neck, and took the second drink I had for him. I opened the door, and he walked in, I closed the door.