Daddy’s Mind-Controlled Daughters 4: Twins Strip for Daddy

Daddy’s Mind-Controlled Daughters
A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research
Chapter Four: Twins Strip for Daddy
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

“They’re on the move,” Deidre Icke, president of the Institute of Apotheosis, said, staring at the screen, a drone watching the God and his naked family piling into their car. “What’s the status on the church?”

“They’re sending drones there now,” Deidre’s daughter, Alexis, said. The eighteen-year-old sat naked on her father’s lap. Robert, Deidre’s ex-husband, cuddled the girl, his hands playing with her firm, barely legal tits. “It’ll be tight to get cameras in place before the God arrive.”

Deidre shifted, her daughter talking on the phone at the same time she worked her hips, her father’s cock impaled in her barely legal cunt. Deidre’s ass still burned from her daughter’s spanking, juices dribbling down her thighs. She wished Alexis’s twin brother, Alex, was here. Deidre could use her son’s cock in her pussy.

He has a bigger cock than his father. If a God or Goddess ever reveals brother/sister incest as permissible, Alexis will forget all about riding her father’s cock.

Deidre turned her head to the screen, watching the god’s car back out of his driveway. Though dark, the desert around Alamogordo showed up as dark shadows, sage brushes forming black pools amid the lighter dirt around them. The car reached the lonely highway that ran through the city, heading to El Paso in one direction, and deeper into New Mexico in the other. Blinker flashed, spilling amber light. Then the car made a right turn, racing into the city.

“They’re driving fast,” gasped Alexis, her father’s hands gripping her hips, bouncing her now on his cock.

Deidre grimaced. Such pleasure burned on her ex-husband’s face. Their divorce had been…messy.

“Yes, Daddy, yes,” gasped Alexis. “Our new God’s so eager to fuck his twin daughters! Ooh, I want to fuck my twin so badly!”

Deidre frowned, squirming, the sounds her daughter making only inflaming the ache in her pussy. Her hands slid down her stomach, reaching for her pussy. She didn’t want to finger herself, but Alexis bouncing tits were so delicious to watch, her moans so naughty, and there was a God to observe. Heading to a church.

What will happen?

Then her eyes widened. “Uh-uh. Let’s see how the God handles this.”

“It’ll slow him down,” groaned Robert. “Give us time to get the cameras in place.”

Deidre nodded, her fingers sliding through her bush.

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The feel of Kitty, my youngest daughter, sliding her pussy down my dick sent a groan through me. I’d never get tired of her eighteen-year-old twat impaled on my shaft. So tight. So hot. So juicy. She squealed as I wrapped my arms around her, holding her in place. I nuzzled at her neck, nibbling, making her squirm. My hands slipped up her petite body, cupping her budding mounds, hardly more than bumps. Little bee-sting titties topped by small nipples.

“Daddy,” she groaned.

“Purr for me, Kitten,” I panted, using my nickname for her.

“Yes, purr for your father,” Anne, my wife, said as she started up our family minivan, a red Dodge Grand Caravan.

Kitty tried, her pussy clenching tight as she bounced on my cock, working that hot, tight snatch up and down my dick. I groaned, pleasure shivering through me as I shifted on the seat, my naked ass rubbing on the car.

I’d never rode in a car naked before. I’ve never been naked in public before. But I could do anything. If this crazy Institute wanted to turn me into a god through nanites, I’d enjoy myself. I’d do what I want.

“Let’s put it into gear, honey,” I groaned as she reached the highway, signaling for the right turn.

She grinned at me, her brown hair almost black in the dark, her round breasts jiggling. “Eager to fuck our twins.”

“So eager,” I groaned. And for more of my wife’s punishment. She cheated on me this night with her pilates instructor.

I had even more plans for Scott.

“I’ve never been so excited to go to church,” Crystal, my next youngest at nineteen, moaned in the back. She squirmed with her busty girlfriend Jessica.

“I know!” Jessica gasped. Then she let out a throaty moan. “Oh, yes, trib your pussy against mine.”

I threw a look over my shoulder, grinned, my dick throbbing in Kitty’s snatch. Crystal sat behind her mother, reclined against the sliding door, her legs spread wide. Jessica had her legs scissored together, their pussies grinding together. Jessica’s large breasts, bigger than my wife’s, bounced and heaved, the black-haired girl moaning.

“Where did you girls even learn to do that?” I asked, staring at my blonde daughter.

“South Park!” Crystal moaned, her hips undulating, grinding her hot cunt against her friend’s barely legal twat.

My palms rubbed harder against Kitty’s hard nipples. My daughter’s pussy tightened on my dick as she bounced and squirmed on me. She groaned and gasped, her pigtails swaying about her shoulders. I groaned, turning to look ahead as my wife drove us down the highway into Alamogordo, the Walmart approaching on the left, the overpass over the railroad tracks beyond.

“Uh-huh,” my wife groaned, glancing in the rearview mirror.

Blue and red lights flashed and flared, spilling through the car, lighting up Kitty’s pigtails and my wife’s face. She glanced at me, still driving fast. I didn’t care. I had powers. I moved my hands down to Kitty’s hips, bouncing her up and down my cock. I slid her all the way up to the tip so I could feel every inch of her cunt coming back down.

“Pull over,” I groaned, pleasure shooting through me, my daughter’s snatch feeling so amazing on my dick. “And don’t stop tribbing back their, girls. Just let Daddy handle it.”

“Of course, Daddy,” gasped Crystal, her small, firm tits jiggling as she kept humping, the chair creaking.

My wife pulled over to the shoulder before the trailer park across the street from the Walmart. Jessica let out a throaty moan in the back. The cop car followed us to the shoulder. I shuddered, my wife’s window whirring down. A thrill shot through me at the intoxicating realization.

I had power.

“Here he comes,” my wife said, her hands gripping the steering wheel.

“Relax,” I groaned. “And I bet you have a hot cunt.”

“It’s a slutty cunt, Daddy!” kitty moaned. “So of course Mommy’s wet.”

My wife nodded her head.

“Finger it.”

“Yes, hun.”

My wife groaned as she shoved her hand between her thighs, plunging her fingers into her wet pussy. I shuddered, tightening my grip on my youngest’s hips. The friction of Kitty’s tight cunt burned around my dick.

Footsteps crunched on gravel. Metal jangled. A flashlight shone as the cop approached. My heart beat faster and faster. I groaned, my balls growing tighter and tighter as I violated all the taboos and mores of our society: fucking my barely legal daughter in public.

“How are you doing toni…?” The cop’s words trailed off, shining his flashlight into the car through my wife’s window. The beam fell on her jiggling tits then flicked to my daughter bouncing on my dick, her pigtails flying. “Holy shit!”

His hand shot down, fumbling for a gun.

“Officer, freeze!” I commanded.

My brain prickled as my powers worked. Little fuzzy dots darted across my vision for a moment. The cop didn’t want to freeze, but my brainwaves rewrote his. He did, flashlight aimed right between my daughter’s legs, where her flesh united with mine.

“Now, Officer, I’m Michael Horne. And it’s perfectly legal for me to fuck my barely legal daughters.” The prickling grew worse. Needles stabbed into my brain. Darkness fuzzed across my vision. I blinked, slamming my daughter down my cock. “Legal for any father to fuck his daughter,” I added, voice strained. “Right?”

“Of course, Mr. Horne,” the cop said, his voice sounding dazed. “But you’re in public.”

“That’s legal, too,” I groaned. The prickling returned, but not as bad as the first one. After making him believe incest was okay, public sex wasn’t nearly as hard to convince him of. “And I believe you pulled us over for speeding.”

“75 in a 40,” he said, shaking his head. I noticed him staring at Kitty bouncing on my dick.

“You like looking at my eighteen-year-old daughter?” I grinned. “At her firm tits?”

“Daddy likes my itty-bitty tits,” gasped my daughter, her pussy clenching on my dick.

“Yes,” the cop admitted, sounding ashamed.

“Nothing wrong with liking them young,” I groaned. “I bet you have your own daughter her age.”
“I do.”

Anne shivered. “You and your wife should really fuck her,” she groaned, her tits heaving, fingers pumping noisily in and out of her snatch. “It’s so much fun having sex with your daughters.”

“It is!” Crystal moaned from the backseat. “And if she has a sister, they totally have to lez out.”

“Just have to scissor their pussies together, Officer,” Jessica added, her big tits slapping together as she and my daughter gasped and moaned in the back.

“That does sound…nice,” the officer groaned.

“More than nice,” I panted, the pressure building in my balls. “To slide into your daughter’s pussy, to feel the cunt that you created with your wife wrapping about your dick is amazing. It’s magical. The union of the flesh you made with yours. Every father has to experience it.”

“And every daughter!” moaned Kitty, her body bucking. “Daddy, yes!”

Her orgasm screamed through the car as her pussy went wild about my dick. Barely legal flesh convulsed in rapture about my shaft. Her hips quivered, stirring her snatch around my cock, massaging me. The pressure built in my balls.

“Cum in me, Daddy!” she squeaked. “Breed me! I want to have your daughter, Daddy! Then you can fuck her, too!”

“Goddamn!” I grunted, my cock suddenly erupting at her naughty words.

My jizz fired out of my dick. Hot cum boiled into her pussy. It flooded out of me, leaving me shaking. The pleasure surged through me.