“No more?” I asked, my mouth making the words even though I wasn’t sure exactly how my brain had worked enough to make it do so. How could that be? How could Christie have agreed to do this for me, if I could believe Westfall’s claims, and then just simply stop? Didn’t she know what she did to me every single fucking day? Didn’t she know how often I’d cum in the shower, stroking my raging cock and thinking of her in her pink bedroom with her pink snatch and her tight pink mouth and her nipples standing out from her chest like pebbles, just waiting for me to pinch as I pushed into her over and over, making her beg for more, promising her that she and I could…
I was starting to sweat. I felt a bead of it roll down my face, and when I wiped at it Westfall handed me his handkerchief. “I’m sorry, Charles, but that’s all of your daughter you’ll get to see.”
The pain went through me like a lance, starting at the base of my scrotum and radiating upward. It was like someone had jabbed a thumbtack into my balls and then ripped up toward my stomach. My hand went to my groin instinctively and I just about double over. “Shit,” I hissed, my vision narrowing for a split second and then sharpening.
Westfall didn’t help, other than to put a steadying hand on my shoulder so that I didn’t topple off of the chair and strike my head on the hard floor. “Is this the pain?”
“Yes!”
“Then drive it away,” he said forcefully. “Take command of it and make it leave you. It isn’t really. You want your daughter. It’s not unusual, but nor is it allowed. You can’t have her! Her pussy isn’t for you, and it never will be!”
The pain grew instantly enormous. I’d never had a kidney stone, but this must be what it feels like. It was as if there was a fist in me that kept grabbing my balls and tugging on them painfully.
Westfall didn’t stop, though. I could tell by his voice that he was leaning over, his face nearer to mine than it had been a second ago, no doubt watching my reactions to his words closely, treating me like some guinea pig in one of his experiments. “Actually, Charles, she isn’t even a virgin anymore. The reason I stopped filming that is because it was hard to get my dick out of my pants with only one hand. She’s been blowing me for a couple of months, but when I saw her perform for you I knew she was ready for more. So much more. If it’s any consolation, she cried your name the moment I took her virginity. She didn’t seem to mind that it wasn’t your dick she was on the end of, though. Christie probably won’t take long to turn herself into a real slut, not if the way she rode my dick is anything to go by. I didn’t wear a condom, and I know for a fact that I’m as fertile as ever. Think on that, Charles. You’re little twenty-year old daughter had her pussy full of my cum about twenty minutes before you parked your car here. She’s no virgin anymore, and she never will be again!”
The pain was excruciating. It was incredible how badly one single part of my body could hurt. I gritted my teeth and reached for him, intent on tearing his throat out with my bare hands, but Westfall had already stood up. I heard him leave the room, felt the room go dark as I slumped to the floor. Either I wasn’t moving around enough to trigger the motion sensors connected to the lights anymore or, more likely, he’d turned off the lights on his way out.
Either way, I lay there in darkness and agony, my moans of pain bouncing off the metal walls until I lost consciousness.
*
I woke up slowly. The pain was still there, so bright and hot it was hard to think beyond it. My mind was filled with images of Christie. She was sucking my cock. Dancing for me as she did so, on her knees in front of me, her bare breasts pressed against my thighs as her mouth bobbed up and down on me. Westfall was there, in the corner, filming it all.
“No,” I said, shaking my head, her mouth on my cock picking up speed, getting tighter, the pressure building as Westfall’s camera zoomed in to watch me spray my spunk up into my daughter’s hot little mouth. “No!”
“It’s okay, Daddy,” Christie’s voice said, even though her mouth was full to the brim of my cock. I opened my eyes and realized we were in my car. She must have been driving, because I was slumped up against the passenger side window. When my eyelids fluttered open, I saw that it was getting dark.
“Christie?”
I felt her hand on my arm, pulling it gently away from myself. The pressure on my cock shifted, and I looked down to see my erection sticking out of my pants lewdly, my fist wrapped around it like a vice. “I’m here,” she said, her voice making it sound like she was concentrating on the show I’d clearly been putting on for her more than the traffic, which was light. “I’m taking you home. You collapsed at the doctor’s office, and they called me in to come and collect you.”
“Called you in?” I had a vivid memory of her being in there in that room with us, her slutty little nurse’s uniform showing me that her sweet pussy wasn’t covered by panties. Every time I closed my eyes I saw her fingers dipping into her entrance as she got wetter and wetter, more and more ready for her first cock.
For my cock.
No, I corrected myself. For Westfall’s cock. It all came back to me in a hot blur. The old doctor had tormented me with it, let the pain rip through me as he told me in detail how he’d fucked her, how she’d called my name but accepted his cock, how good she’d been as he pounded into her. How sure he was that she’d turn into a slut without too much more prodding, judging by how much she liked her first deep-dicking. The pain in my balls flared again, and I groaned and twisted away, banging my head on the window as I did so.
“Does it hurt?” she asked.
I hissed my breath in and out a couple of times, trying hard to get the pain under control before I answered. When I didn’t, she responded to my earlier question.
“Yes, they called me in. Dr. Westfall didn’t think it was… appropriate for me to go to the clinic on the same day my father did, especially when he was planning such an… extreme form of therapy. He’s truly an incredible doctor. You should have seen how long he wrestled with this, how reluctant he was to make the film. I convinced him, in the end, and he agreed that it might help, but…”
“I’m sure he got over it, once he was fucking you,” I said with a groan, the pain so bad now that it I actually glanced down at my cock to see if there was any blood. There wasn’t, but my dick looked angry, full and throbbing and ready to fuck, even though I didn’t feel in the least bit inclined to stick it into anything, right now.
“What!?”
I felt my lip curl into a sneer. “Don’t deny it. He told me everything. You called my name, but you took his dick like a champ. I guess I should be proud of you. Your mother would be, if she knew. God knows she’s got issues with that. I think she’d be glad to see that she hadn’t passed them on to you.”
“Daddy! Dr. Westfall and I never had sex!”
“But…”
“If he told you that, it was for your own good. To see if the pain got worse, I mean.”
I opened my eyes and turned to look at her. She was wearing a normal nurse’s uniform. Not slutty in the least, although I could see more of her long legs than was appropriate, since the seat was adjusted for me and she had to spread her legs over and over to work the clutch. Her skirt had ridden up, and I could see the hint of pink panties covering a pussy I now knew was shaved and smooth. “You aren’t making sense,” I groaned.
She looked over at me, then followed my gaze to her own lap. When she realized how much of herself was on display, she put her hand at the hem of her skirt and tugged it down her thighs, wiggling in the seat to try and find a more appropriate position. “Doctor Westfall wanted to see if your pain was in response to my body. To my virginity.”
“I got that,” I said angrily.
“Look,” Christie told me, “you went in there and he talked to you for a little, right?”
“Yeah.”
“He would have told you that he was a psychologist, eventually, and he would have asked you some questions about Mom and some about me.”
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nbsp; “He did,” I said. “He wanted to know about your Mother’s sex life, and about why her name was hyphenated. Then he wanted to know about you. About how I… felt towards you.”
She nodded. “Mom would have already told him lots of the facts, I guess, so he didn’t need to ask you much. She’s been worried about you, you know. She’s aware you want more, um…”
“Sex,” I said.
“Yeah, sex. She’s aware you want more sex than you’re getting from her, and she feels really bad about it. She asked me what to do, and I suggested that she talk to Dr. Westfall. He’s brilliant, and lots of his patients have walked away after just one or two sessions completely cured. I thought maybe he could do the same for you, and after talking with him, so did Mom.”
“I guess I wasn’t so lucky,” I said, cupping myself gingerly as I tried to shift positions without the hurt flaring up like lightning again. “So your Mother knows?”
Christie shook her head, choosing to ignore exactly what we were talking about and answering the question as simply as she could. “No. She suspects, maybe, but only Dr. Westfall and I know what your treatment was made up of, and neither one of us is going to say anything. Doctor patient privilege, for a start, plus the malpractice lawsuit alone would bring that place down around his ears.”
“What about you, Christie. I can understand some doctor poking me his virtual needles and simply writing down what made me feel good and made me feel bad, but what about you?”
She licked her lips and said “Do you still hurt?” instead.
“Yes!”
“Is it better or worse than when you were at the doctor’s offices?”
I wanted to snap an answer back at her, but I knew that she was only trying her best to help, so I clamped my mouth shut and thought about it. “It’s not blackout bad,” I said slowly, “but it’s far worse than it’s ever been. Before, it would go away after a couple of minutes. Sure, I might have to jack off or something to make it fade, but it never lasted anywhere near this long.”
She nodded. “Daddy, you have to be honest with me.”
“I’ll try.”
She looked over at me again, her eyes warm and empathetic, holding no anger or judgment. I could see, at the bottom of my vision, the very hint of cleavage as one of her buttons had come undone. “When you jack off and the pain goes away, are you thinking about fucking me?”
I was in too much pain to try and lie, and besides, the doctor would have told her as much. If he didn’t already know, then he certainly would have rightly suspected. “Yes.”
She bit her lip and nodded to herself, turning back to look out the windshield. A couple of seconds later, she pulled into a driveway.
I hadn’t even known we were so close to home, but when I looked out the window I saw that it was now fully dark. Streetlights threw puddles of light, and I couldn’t see Dianne’s car. Upon closer inspection, I didn’t recognize the house we were parked in front of.
Christie looked at me softly, then reached out and ran one of her fingertips gently up my cock. “This is my friend’s house. She’s in Hawaii for a week.” Then my daughter unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned forward with a smooth grace that had been driving me wild for at least the past couple of years, swooping down onto my cock with her wet, open mouth. She buried me in her throat on the first stroke, and only a little gag in the back of her throat showed me how inexperienced she was at this. “If you want more, you better follow me.” With that, she pushed herself upright, wiped at her lips, and got out of the car.
I sat there for a second, stunned. My cock was jutting out of my pants, and it took me a second to understand that the pain, once so mind-numbingly awful that I’d wanted to jump out of the moving car just to make it stop, was completely gone. I was fine now, and it was all because of Christie. I got out of the car and hurried after her. By the time I caught up she already had the door open, and I stepped in after her and closed it behind me.
The house was nice. Simple, but nice. Living room, kitchen, and a hallway that Christie took my hand and led me down, which brought us to the master bedroom. There was a big bed against the wall, and the blinds were drawn.
“On the bed,” she said, and I did as I’d been told, realizing sheepishly that I’d been so eager to follow her in here that my cock was still sticking out of my pants. I moved to make myself more decent, but Christie grabbed my hands. “Don’t,” she said. “I like you like that.”
“I like you like that,” I said, pointing at the uniform top she’d unbuttoned somewhere between the car and the front door, her milky white breasts on display for me. She was wearing that lacy white bra still, and my eyes refused to leave her cleavage, the little mole that rested just off-center of her chest, on the slope of one breast.
She smiled. “Yeah?” Christie took the top off, then undid something, and her skirt slipped away from her body and fell to the floor, leaving her standing there in just her white bra and pink panties. I could tell by the dampness at their crotch that she was ready for me, even though I’d be her first.
“Yes,” I said, more to myself than to her. She was a vision of beauty, and my cock was well on its way to taking over.
“How do you want me?” she asked.
“First,” I said, “you have to promise me that this isn’t a one-time thing. I know it may have started out like that, but I can’t sink into you tonight if I’m only going to be thinking about how I’ll never get to do it again.”
Christie nodded. “Mom works a lot. Teach me how you want me, Daddy, and I’ll keep the pain away for as long as you need me to. I promise.”
I believed her. Her hands went to her bra, and when she removed it I reached forward, grabbed her waist and dragged her on to the bed with me. Once she was beside me, I took her nipple in my mouth and gently, slowly sucked on it, letting my tongue play with her, smiling to myself when her lean legs opened on their own and her hips pushed her wet and ready pussy against my thigh. She moaned, and I caressed her ass, pulling her even closer against me. She was soaked, and her panties against my skin made my cock twitch and jump.
Her hands were in my hair, pulling me to her breasts, and when I caught her other nipple between my thumb and my index finger she threw her head back in ecstasy. I used the moment to roll onto my back and drag her on top of me, staring up at her sweet face as I felt my cock line up with her wet slit and nudge her panties into her pussy ever so slightly. I could feel her open lips, and her thighs trembled as she raised herself up on to me, my cock brushing her clit and making her grab on to my arms for a second as the feeling threatened to overwhelm her.
“Take them off,” I said. “Get those panties out of the way and let me fuck you.”
“Yes, Daddy.” She reached down and wiggled out of them, and then she was above me again, on her hands and knees, looking lustful and uncertain at the same time. “How do you want me to be?” she asked, a little embarrassed.
“Put your feet on either side of my hips,” I said, tugging her toward me once she’d done as I’d asked, making her support her weight by putting her hands on my chest. My thick cock was pointing straight up at her waiting pussy, and now and then I could feel the incredible sensation of her wet pussy dripping on to me in anticipation of what was to come.
“Like this?” she said.
“Perfect,” I told her. “Now let your body sink down on to me slowly. Don’t worry, baby doll, I’ve got you. We’ll go slow, and if it starts to hut too much you have to let me know so we can do things different, okay?”
She nodded, biting her lip. Her thighs let her pussy slide lower, and when her pussy came into contact with my erection she did it exactly right. My cock head split her wet lips perfectly, and the shudder that ran through us both was enough to let me slide in a couple of inches more before her tightness and my girth fought against each other in a struggle that almost pushed me over the edge and made me buck up into her, despite the pain and my desire to make this last as long as possible. I grit my t
eeth and wrestled control back over myself, bouncing my hips into her ever so slightly, using my hard shaft to tease her pussy, to loosen her up and stretch her enough for me to sink in a little more.
It worked. Another hard inch disappeared into her, but then she closed her eyes in pain and I knew I was butting up against her hymen.
“It’s okay, Christie,” I told her. “Come here and lay your head on my chest. That’s it. Now spread your legs and relax… There you go.” I stroked her hair and reveled in the hot little nipples she scraped against my stomach as she lay her head on me and whimpered.
“So… Big…” she whispered, and my cock flexed inside her, threatening once again to force my body to rear up into her and split her in half.
“Don’t worry, darling. We’ll make it fit. You just go slow now, okay? Push with your feet and work your little butt up. There you go. Now relax your legs and I’ll…” I had to let me voice trail off as the velvet grip of her pussy let me slide into her a little deeper. Her thighs were spasming, and I could feel her open mouth suck on my nipples. After a few of these tiny strokes, I stroked my hands down her back and held her ass firmly. “Ready?”
She paused, knowing that this was the moment. “So thick, Daddy… Fuck me…”
I held her ass in place and lifted my hips off the bed. I could feel an increased pressure at the tip of my cock, followed by the clear and unmistakable sensation of freedom as I pushed past her hymen and my cock filled even more of her tight pussy. Christie gasped, her mouth fluttering against my chest, but she didn’t cry out. I took this as a good sign and let my hips pump into her faster, harder, my cock pistoning up into her little snatch as her body began to respond.
She wasn’t a passive fuck, either. Once she got over the pain and my dick started to slide into her farther and farther, she sat up on me and used her legs to raise and lower herself on to my pumping cock, meeting my thrusts, her eyes narrowed in pleasure, an odd little half smile on her face. I raised my palms to her breasts and caressed her nipples, the weighty feel of her taut flesh against my hands almost too much for both of us. I could see by the cords standing out on her neck and the flush spreading across her breasts that her orgasm was well on the way, and I knew damn well that once I felt her pussy explode around me there was no way I was going to be able to stop myself from pumping her full of cum.
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