Chapter 135: [135] Why Am I Cursed?

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Lara had completely forgotten the world beexisted.

Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, lashes wet with tears of overwhelming pleasure. Her tongue lolled out of her open mouth, long, thick, shiny ropes of saliva dripping continuously from the tip and corners of her lips, falling in sticky strands onto Daniel’s stomach and mixing with the growing puddle of her own frothy cunt cream. She bounced on his cock like a mindless, cock-addicted slut whose only remaining purpose was to serve the thick, veiny, slightly curved shaft that was rearranging her guts. Every downward slam of her fat, young, jiggling ass produced a loud, wet, filthy PLAP-PLAP-PLAP of soft cheeks clapping against his hips. Her tight, pulsing pussy stretched obscenely around him; the soft pink lips were dragged up and down the glistening shaft, turning white and creamy from the continuous friction. Thick, bubbly foam of her juices formed at the base and burst with every impact, spraying fine, warm mist across his stomach, hips, balls, and the sheets beneath them.Read Ahead on my site- lustchild.wordpress.com

Absolute Paternal Dominion worked at power.

Because Lara had already accepted Daniel as her Fuck-Daddy in the deepest part of her heart, her resistance had dropped to absolute zero. Her soul now craved the safety and protection only his presence could give. Her sexual hunger had been amplified into something bottomless, feral, and addictive. Combined with Touch of Lust flooding every nerve like liquid fire, she had become a leaking, squelching, spasming mess. Every heavy bounce of her ass against his thighs forced a thick bubble of cunt juice to explode outward in a messy, audible spray. She continuously drooled around his cock; her soft inner walls sucked and milked the thick shaft with wet, greedy, rhythmic pulses while coating it in endless layers of hot, slimy, translucent cream that ran down his heavy balls in sticky rivers and pooled beneath them.

"Angh~! Angh~! Yes~! Yesss~~! Yes~! Rub me there~! Right there~! Deeper~!

Daddyyyy~!"

Her little moans had turned into desperate, high-pitched, broken, slutty wails. Thick saliva kept pouring from her lolling tongue in continuous strands.

Anna lay completely destroyed on the chair, watching her best friend’s forbidden cunt greedily devour and glide up and down her daddy’s cock — the same cock she had secretly masturbated to for so long. How many nights had she fingered herself raw, thighs shaking, imagining riding that thick shaft with full abandon, coating every inch in her own juices in a private world where only the two of them existed?

Now she was forced to watch someone else live that fantasy in the most vulgar, public way possible.

Her eyes were locked on the wet, obscene junction where Lara’s stretched, frothing, pink pussy lips swallowed her daddy’s cock again and again. Every loud, wet PLAP of skin on skin felt like a physical whip cracking across her own breasts and ass. Disgust, nausea, and pure, murderous hatred for Lara boiled inside her with every fibre of her being. Her own empty cunt clenched and leaked helplessly.

And just when she thought that hatred couldn’t climb any higher, she heard it clearly, moaned in pure, cock-drunk pleasure,

"Yes~ Daddy!"

That was the final crack.

Lara’s body language had completely changed. She was no longer doing this only for her mother’s sake. She was riding him for her own pleasure now, shamelessly, greedily, tongue out, spit flying, ass clapping, completely lost in the feeling of her "Daddy’s" thick cock stretching her open and punching her cervix.

Anna’s last thread of restraint snapped like a dry twig.

"LARA—!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING—?! WHY ARE YOU CALLING HIM DADDY—?! HE IS MY DADDY—!! IT’S ENOUGH—!! GET OFF MY DADDY’S COCK RIGHT NOW—!!!!"

Her scream tore through the room, raw, cracked, and full of pure, possessive, heartbroken rage. Tears flew from her eyes with the force of it, dripping off her chin.

Kira stared in stunned, flushed silence, thighs pressed tightly together, a fresh, warm trickle of shameful pee running down her inner thigh and soaking into her clothes as she watched her friend completely lose herself on their friend’s father’s cock.

Marcella’s eyes, however, shone with pure, debauched, motherly ecstasy. Touch of Lust had already turned her entire mature body into a hypersensitive, dripping furnace.

Watching a young, tight cunt greedily enjoying her Danny’s cock only made her wetter. Both of her hands slid down Daniel’s chest. Her fingers found his nipples, pinched them hard between thumbs and forefingers, and suddenly yanked them outward and upward until the skin stretched.

"Anghh~!"

A thick, wet, involuntary moan ripped from Daniel’s throat.

That was only the beginning.

Lara’s pussy was already gripping his shaft in a firm, worshipful, rippling vice, gliding up and down with loud, wet, sucking schlick-schlick-schlick force. The sudden sharp, electric pleasure in his nipples combined with the tight, scorching, soaking heat around his cock forced his lips to stay open.

Broken, continuous, helpless moans started pouring out of him without any control.

"Angh~! Hnghh~! Nagh~! Fuuuck~! ??!"

With every thick, broken moan that tore from Daniel’s open mouth, Being of Resonant Dominion slammed through the room like a tidal wave of pure filth.

Marcella and Lara felt it first and hardest. Their bodies were already saturated; the amplified feedback of Daniel’s own crushing pleasure hit them at ten times intensity.

Everything blurred into a haze of heat, wetness, and need. The only things that remained sharp were their Husband/Daddy.

Anna and Kira were hit as well. The effect had only just begun for them, but it was already enough to make their vision swim, their empty cunts throb in painful, jealous synchrony, and fresh wetness soak into their clothes.

Lara heard Anna’s enraged, heartbroken scream.

Instead of shame, a wide, deranged, bliss-drunk smile stretched across her flushed, spit-shiny face. She started moaning even louder, even thicker, deliberately putting on a filthy show for the girl she was cucking.

"Daddy~! Ah~ Daddy~! You’re fucking me so deep~! Daddy~! Yes~! There~! Spear my womb right there—! ??!"

"YOU BITCH—! HOW DARE YOU BETRAY ME—!" Anna howled, voice cracking into raw agony.

Lara’s lower belly suddenly contracted hard. Her cunt pulsed once... twice... then a thick, forceful jet of transparent cum exploded out of her gripping hole, spraying directly against the fat, purple head of Daniel’s cock buried inside her. The orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer between the shoulder blades. Her spine bent sharply forward. She stopped bouncing for a second and simply sat fully impaled, trembling violently, feeling every filthy detail: the thick liquid rushing past her fluttering soft walls, the way those walls spasmed and milked his cock in greedy, rhythmic waves, the way her own juices glided down his shaft and rubbed back against her hypersensitive flesh while soaking him in hot, sticky, transparent cream that poured out around the base in heavy streams.

"OHHHH—YESSS—DADDYYY—! ??!"

She screamed as the swollen cockhead pushed just a little deeper, kissing and stretching the entrance of her womb. A full-body shudder ripped down her spine. She bit her lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood and wailed,

"OHH~ FUCK—YES—! ??!"

"YOU BITCH—! HOW DARE YOU CUM ON MY DADDY’S COCK—!"

Anna’s scream was pure, broken agony. Tears streamed down her face in thick, continuous rivulets that dripped off her chin onto her chest. Her expression was completely destroyed. Her pupils stayed locked on her best friend’s spraying, stretched cunt — the way the soft pink lips stayed thin, white and glossy around the thick base of his cock, pulsing, flooding thick juices like a broken faucet, streaming down onto the sheets, his stomach, his thighs in shiny, sticky rivers. It should have been her juices bathing him. He was her daddy. He should have been worshipped and coated only by her creamy cunt.

Lara threw her head back, parted her lips wide, tongue still hanging out and dripping, and muttered in pure, cock-drunk bliss,

"That was the best..."

A final little squirt pulsed out onto his cockhead, adding another shiny, warm layer.

But once was never going to be enough.

They weren’t only feeling their own lust anymore. Touch of Lust, Absolute Paternal Dominion, and above all Being of Resonant Dominion were feeding them ten times Daniel’s own pleasure and hunger in a continuous loop.

Marcella’s mature, experienced cunt suddenly clenched hard and shot a sharp, messy squirt that sprayed across Daniel’s raised back and the sheets in a warm, audible arc.

"Tell me, dear... did you enjoy the ride?"

Marcella purred in a thick, slutty, breathless voice, still pinching, twisting and tugging Daniel’s nipples until they were red, swollen and shiny.

Lara was already far gone. Instead of answering, she lifted her ass off his cock with a loud, wet, filthy POP. Long, sticky, transparent strings of her cunt juice stretched between her young, gaping, spasming, cream-filled hole and the shiny, purple, cream-coated head of his cock, trembling and glistening. As she stood up on shaky, trembling legs, a thick, heavy glob of her cream fell and splattered against his pelvis with a wet splat, spraying hot droplets of young-girl cum across his skin and the sheets.

Then she turned around, faced Anna directly, and sank her fat, jiggling, spit-and-juice-smeared ass back down, taking Daniel’s entire thick cock inside her dripping, oversensitive cunt once more in one heavy, wet, obscene drop that forced a fresh gush of cream out around the base. She started riding him again immediately even though she had just squirted hard and was hypersensitive to the point of pain. Every raised vein on his shaft scraped against her fluttering, overstimulated walls, forcing fresh, broken, high-pitched moans out of her throat.

Her eyes locked onto the howling, crying Anna. A lewd, triumphant, loving grin spread across her face. She lifted her ass just enough to show the wet, stretched connection, curled her fingers around the thick, cream-smeared base of Daniel’s cock, and stroked it slowly, deliberately, making wet schlick-schlick sounds as more of her juices squeezed out.

"My dear Anna... look at this."

She uncurled her soaked fingers and raised her palm so Anna could clearly see the thick, shiny, sticky strings of cream stretching between them like lewd spider silk.

"These wet stains... aren’t your mother’s. They’re your best friend’s."

"Yugh—! YOUGH—!" Anna made a choking, nauseated, broken sound, unable to believe what she was hearing and seeing. Her empty cunt clenched hard enough to hurt.

Lara dropped her ass back down with a heavy, wet PLAP and resumed riding him with full, desperate, manic desire, both hands now grabbing and roughly mauling her own firm young tits until the soft flesh spilled out between her fingers and her dark-pink nipples poked out obscenely, shiny with sweat.

"No, I’m not mocking you," she spoke softly, lovingly, while continuing to bounce and clap her ass against his hips, juices spraying. "I’m just telling you the truth. Your daddy’s cock is the best—"

"YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND, YOU SHAMELESS BITCH!!!" Anna screamed, voice raw and cracking.

"Yes... my boyfriend." Lara purred, eyes rolling back in pure bliss, tongue still out.

"His little cock never reached this deep. Never stretched me like this. Never gave me the sensations and feelings I needed. I always felt empty and hungry inside... but now I finally know what I was missing my whole life."

She slammed herself down especially hard, forcing the cockhead against her cervix again with a wet, heavy impact.

"It was your daddy’s thick, perfect cock—!"

"MIND YOUR WORDS, LARA!"

"SHUT UP, ANNA!! I’M NOT SAYING ANYTHING FALSE!!" Lara snapped back, eyes flying open for a second before rolling back again as Daniel’s cock punched deep into her once more.

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"POOR YOU... You’ll never get to experience a real manly cock that can stretch a cunt this wide and this deep... while I, as his personal cock-sleeve daughter, can fuck him any day, anywhere... even get pregnant with his thick, heavy seeds... round my belly out... and pop out a good little brother for you."

Anna froze completely.

Shock. Disbelief. A cold, sickening, hollow chill ran straight down from her heart into her empty, clenching, dripping cunt.

"CURSE TO BE YOU, ANNA!" Lara howled in pure, manic, cock-drunk ecstasy and began riding even harder, more desperately, ass cheeks clapping loudly, juices spraying with every impact in fine, warm mist.

Curse to be you.

That single sentence started repeating inside Anna’s skull like a curse, over and over, louder and clear.

Yes... everyone else could fuck him.

But what about her?

She was his daughter.

Legally. Society would never allow it. The law would never allow it. A father and daughter... it was the most forbidden line that could never be crossed.

And yet her heart ached with a hollow, unbearable emptiness at the thought of never being de-virginated by her own father’s thick cock... never waking up in his arms after a night of being used and filled... never receiving a good-night creampie that leaked down her thighs in thick white rivers... never feeling her belly swell with her daddy’s child... never giving him children and herself a brother or sister.

Her body went completely limp in the chair. Her pupils shook. Her arms hung uselessly at her sides as the full, crushing weight of that permanent exclusion and jealousy destroyed whatever was left of her.