Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

Author's Notes: This story features themes of incest and Ra*e. I didn't make it very dark and it's not violent at all. But, if you find these subjects too disturbing, please don't read it. Also, please don't downvote simply because of the theme. You have been warned.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.
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"Steve Hays?" the City Police Officer behind the counter asked the jailer beside me.

"Yeah," the jailer replied. "This is him."

"Well, Steve," the Police Officer told me, "looks like your ride is here." He took the large yellow envelope with my name on it and dumped the contents on the table in front of him. He handed me my items one at a time, "Three hundred dollars, wallet, watch, belt, and keys."

"Thanks," I said quietly as I took my items. I stuffed them into the pockets of my jeans, even my watch, leaving only my belt in my hand.

The jailer opened the door to the lobby and said, "See you later."

"Hope not," I murmured back to him before walking through the doorway to freedom.

"Daddy!" my older daughter, Hannah, shouted as she rose from a chair on the other side of the lobby. Being twenty, a junior in college, five-four with eyes of blue, and straight blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back, she was quite a beauty. As she dashed across the short distance toward me, I marveled at how slim she was, her body accentuated by the skinny jeans and tight pink tanktop covering her little b-cups.

"Babydoll," I replied with a smile, something I had always called her. When she came into my arms, I hugged her tightly to me. She was such a small little thing. I was only five-eight and one-eighty, but she was so small compared to even me that I easily lifted her off her feet.

My younger daughter, Rachel, approached behind Hannah and asked, concerned, "Are you okay?" Rachel was eighteen and a freshman in college. Slightly taller than her older sister, at five-four, she had green eyes and long wavy red hair, actually more orange, framing her cute freckled face. She wore a knee-length blue summer dress, which wasn't too tight, giving her big d-cups plenty of room.

"Not really, Sweetheart," I admitted as I shook my head in negation. I reached out and pulled her in for a group hug. She resisted at first but then put her arms around us.

They were both adults, having grown into fine young women, both in college. They still lived at home with me, so I was sure they had a rude surprise the prior night when I hadn't come home. The late-night call I had been allowed to make was awkward to say the least.

After the hug, Hannah kissed me firmly on the lips, lingering a moment longer than usual. I attributed that to her concern for me.

Rachel tensely backed up, turning away from me, as she asked, "Can we get the fuck out of here?"

"Language!" I snapped, reflexively.

My youngest daughter's head whipped around and gave me a look that I recognized from her mother a decade earlier. She was angry. "Don't go there, Dad."

Taken aback, I looked down and began running my belt through my beltloops. I did not have the high ground this time. Besides, she was eighteen. I nodded and murmured, "Let's go home."

Hannah drove us back home in silence. I didn't feel like talking, Hannah was driving, and Rachel was angry. When we got home the sun was just setting, the sky darkening rapidly.

As we went into the house, I told the girls, "I'm going to grab a bite to eat and take a shower."

"You go take a shower, Daddy," Hannah told me. "I'll make you a sandwich."

I nodded agreement. I wasn't hungry, but I knew I needed to eat something. Hannah was so sweet to me and I really appreciated it.

Rachel didn't say a word as she headed for her room. Why she was mad at me, I assumed, was because I had let myself get arrested. Admittedly, the crime I was charged with was quite embarrassing, but I was supporting all three of us and if I had to go to prison it wasn't going to be pretty.

I took a quick shower, shaved, and brushed my teeth. Pulling on my robe, naked beneath, I breathed a big sigh. I felt like myself for the first time in the last twenty-four hours.

As I walked into the living room, I heard my daughters arguing. The only thing I could make out was the last thing that Rachel told her sister. "Fine, we'll try it your way first."

I didn't know what they were discussing, and I was too tired to worry about it. I grabbed the TV remote and sat down on the couch.

"Daddy, we need to talk," Hannah said as she came over and sat on the couch to my left.

I put the remote down. I knew we needed to talk, I just didn't want to. So, with a sigh, I nodded, and said, "Okay, let's have it."

Rachel walked over and stood in front of me. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and asked, "Did you do it?"

I could have lied, but I didn't. "Yeah," I said with a nod.

"Seriously?" Rachel pressed angrily. "Soliciting prostitution from an undercover cop?"

Again, I nodded.

Hannah interjected calmly before Rachel could say anything else, "Daddy, we know Mom's been dead for five years and you haven't been dating." Then, putting her right hand on my arm, she continued, "But, if you were so horny, why didn't you ask us to help you out?"

"What? Set me up with one of your friends?" I asked incredulously. What young college girl would want to fuck around with a forty-two-year-old dad? Yes, I made good money, had a thick eight-inch dick, and kept myself in pretty good shape, but girls that young aren't looking for the likes of me.

Hannah, putting her left hand on my robe-covered leg, said, "I don't know what we could have done. You didn't give us a chance. We love you, Daddy."

"I know you do, Babydoll," I assured her, my left hand patting her on her thigh. I really doubted they could have helped me at all, but I did know they loved me.

"My door is just down the hall," Hannah told me. "You could have at least asked me."

"To set me up?" I asked, unsure what she was getting at. What else could she have done than set me up with a girl that would have no interest in me?

Hannah glanced at Rachel and then said to me, ""Yeah. Or you could have asked if we'd be willing to help you out ourselves."

My eyes grew wide in surprise with that.

Impatiently, Rachel added, "Why would you look for pussy on the street when you have two living with you?"

Hannah gave her a cross look for interjecting.

My daughters were beautiful but there was no way I was doing that. I shook my head with a chuckle and said, "They'd put me under the jail if I did that."

Hannah looked at me like I was stupid. She shook her head and said, ""Daddy, we love you. We'd never report you to the police for asking us a question."

"It's a crime," I told them, trying to make them understand what they were talking about.

Rachel stomped her foot and declared, "Soliciting prostitution is too. And your daughters aren't undercover cops!"

"Rachel!" Hannah scolded.

"I know, but you're my daughters," I told them emphatically. "I'd never take advantage of you like that."

Hannah slid her hand up my thigh as she asked, "Even if I said it was okay and that I wanted you?"

I grabbed her wrist before she reached my crotch, looked her in the eyes, and said, "Don't even think like that, Babydoll. This is my problem, not yours." They were so sweet to want to help me stay out of trouble that they were willing to do things with me that they shouldn't even be thinking about.

Rachel told Hannah, "Told you so," before turning and storming out of the room.

Hannah stood up, pulling free of me, sighed, nodded, and said, "Okay, well, we're glad you're back home and that you didn't get hurt or catch something from some whore." She was a bit miffed at me now too. Then she softened, smiled a sad smile at me, and said, "I'll go make you a sandwich."

I smiled back at her. My daughters were very sweet. I was so thankful that I had them living with me, especially during those last five years since their mother died in a traffic accident on her way to work.

The fact that they were willing to do something sexual with me to prevent me from having to pick up a hooker astounded me. I felt so loved that they would offer, but I had no intention of ever doing anything like that with either of them.

I was too tired to think more about much of anything, so I turned the TV on. I cued up a recording of a show I couldn't watch the prior night. I paused it and waited for Hannah to return, in case she wanted to watch it with me.

"I'm so tired," I told Hannah when she returned with a saucer containing a sandwich she had just made and a bottle of Dr Pepper.

"You didn't get a lot of sleep in jail?" she asked.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I'm starting to get a caffeine headache too, so I need this. Do you want to watch our show from last night?"

"Sure," she said with a shrug as she glanced at the TV.

"Rachel?" I asked.

"I think she might be a little mad right now. Don't you?" she asked as she sat down on the couch beside me.

"I guess so," I said, as I reclined my seat.

"We'll save it so she can watch it later," Hannah suggested as she too reclined her seat beside me, her shoulder brushing mine. She kicked off her shoes.

I pressed play and we watched. I ate my sandwich and drank the Dr Pepper.

After a while, Hannah leaned on my shoulder.

I debated whether to put my arm around her after the conversation we had. Realizing that I didn't want to become more distant to Hannah just because she was willing to help me, I did it. I put my arm around her, resting my hand on her hip, like usual.

She snuggled against me. Maybe things could get back to normal after all.

After the show was over, I found that I was quite sleepy. So, I handed her the remote and told her to watch whatever she wanted to. It wasn't long before I was fast asleep.

I woke slowly, as tired as I had been. I didn't know how much time had passed but it couldn't have been more than a couple of hours.

The TV still blared, I was still reclined on my couch, lying on my back, and I still had my left arm around Hannah, though my hand was stretched out instead of resting on her hip. So, it seemed, not much had changed.

I realized that what had roused me was the feel of cool air on my balls. Either a breeze had blown under my robe or it was opened.

My first priority was to not disturb Hannah. If my robe had accidentally opened in my sleep, waking her would only draw her attention to it unnecessarily.

The main living room light was still on, so it was bright. I opened my eyes slowly, squinting, and looked down.

Sure enough, my robe was opened, my half-hard cock completely exposed.

As my eyes grew wide in surprise and I fully woke, I realized that Rachel knelt on the carpet to the right of me, wearing just her silky green bra and panties. She was staring right at my crotch, her blue eyes wide and sparkling.

My cock twitched as lust swelled in me unbidden. It had been a very long time since a woman, any woman, had seen my cock.

Rachels freckled face lit up when she saw that, then she glanced up at my face, looking into my eyes. She smiled.

I needed to close my robe. My left arm was around Hannah, but my right was hanging down off the side of the couch. So, I reached my right hand to grab my robe, but I was unable to.

There was some sort of band around my wrist and when I moved my arm, nothing happened. Moving my left hand also resulted in the tightening of a band around my left wrist.

My hands were tied down and I couldn't close my robe.

As I watched on with horror, Hannah, only the blonde top of her head visible to me, caressed her hand up my thigh and cupped my balls in her warm palm.

When I tried to lift my legs or roll away, I couldn't. My feet were as tied securely as my hands.

"What the fuck is going on?" I demanded, trying to ignore the feel of my older daughter's hand on my balls as my younger daughter looked on.

Rachel didn't miss a beat as she turned off the TV and replied firmly, "What we should have been doing all along, Daddy."

Surprised at my reaction, Hannah lifted her head, turned, and looked at me. At the same time, her hand, maybe involuntarily or maybe deliberately, slid from my balls to my cock, her thin fingers wrapping around my hardening shaft.

"Let go of me," I ordered her, cursing myself for getting hard for my daughter. My cock pulsed with life. It was completely involuntary; I hadn't been touched by anyone else in years.

Her hand slowly began stroking up and down my swelling cock. A slow smile spread over Hannah's face as she felt me growing in her fist. She shook her head in negation as she softly said, "No, sir."

"This is not funny," I said firmly.

"No, it's not," Rachel replied just as firmly, angrily. "Picking you up from jail was not funny at all."

Hannah licked her lips, turned her face down, and unceremoniously sucked the head of my cock between her lips.

Pleasure jolted me. It was something I had not felt in years; the feeling of a woman sucking my cock. I groaned and then said, as commandingly as I could, "Stop that, Hannah!"

Rachel sighed and asked, "What the fuck is wrong with you, Daddy? You have a woman with your dick in her mouth and you want her to stop? Is she biting you?"

"No, but-" I began as I felt Hannah's lips drop lower, slowly sucking the rest of my cock into her mouth.

"But nothing!" Rachel replied, shouting in anger and frustration. "I don't know about Hannah but, my boyfriend broke up with me three months ago. I lay in my bed every night, horny as shit, and instead of fucking me you're going to go looking for some street-walking skank to give you a blowjob?"

Hannah's warm wet mouth slowly bobbed up and down on my sensitive dick, sending the thrills through my body that I had been looking for the prior night as I drove around looking for a hooker.

Mustering what coherence I could, I said, "That would have been incest. This is incest. This is also Ra*e, Hannah. Right now, you are raping me. Those are crimes."

"Just like picking up a hooker is a crime, Daddy? Are you going to call the cops on us?" Rachel challenged.

Hannah lifted off my rod and looked at me, her small fist at the base of my shaft, holding my dick up for me to see as if I never have before. I expected her to deny that she was raping me but, to my surprise, she said, "Daddy, look at that. Your cock is amazing. Look how big... and thick... and beautiful it is."

Rachel nodded, her eyes wide.

I was speechless as I looked at my hard cock, slick with my daughter's saliva, pulse and sway beside her smiling face. A feeling of pride welled up in me, regardless of the situation. The women I loved more than any on this earth, thought my cock was beautiful. I couldn't help but feel proud.

Looking at Rachel, I said, "Of course I'm not going to call the cops on you. Look, solicitation can get me six months but incest can get you and me both thirty years in this state. If anyone found out-"

Hannah interjected and asked, "How do you know how much time incest can get you? Have you looked it up before?"

"What? No," I lied.

Rachel smiled, her face softening for the first time in hours. She asked, "Oh? What's the maximum sentence for Ra*e?"

"I don't know," I replied, not seeing how it mattered until after I had said it.

Hannah smiled triumphantly at Rachel. Then she dropped her head and resumed sucking my throbbing cock.

As the pleasure coursed through my body, Rachel unhooked her bra as she asked me, "So you've thought about it, haven't you?"

Groaning in pleasure I admitted, "Yes, okay, I thought about it."

"When?" she asked as she let her bra hit the floor and began taking off her panties. "Why didn't you do anything about it?"

Hannah's mouth was sending my lust higher and higher.

Gazing at my redheaded daughter's big pale breasts, all firm and perky with her youth, I moaned to Hannah, "Babydoll, stop that! Stop sucking Daddy's cock, okay?"

"When?" Rachel demanded, as I looked down at her shaved pussy, the slit visible and the pale skin already turned red with excitement.

"Okay, okay," I conceded. "Shit! It was a couple years ago. Your mother had been dead a while, Hannah was about to turn eighteen and I thought about it. Alright?"

Rachel moved her face in close to mine, her wavy red hair falling about her face as she looked down at me. "Why didn't you fuck us?"

"Because incest is thirty years in prison, Rachel. I can't do that kind of time," I told her, clamping down hard on my Kegel muscles to hold myself back from coming into Hannah's mouth. Damn she was a good little cocksucker.

"Look," Rachel began, lightly kissing me on the lips, "Daddy. Nobody is going to find out about this unless you tell someone." She kissed me again and added, "Yes, we are raping you, Daddy. We are going to fuck you and there's nothing you can do about it." She kissed me hard then, her tongue trying to enter my mouth.

I held my lips closed and turned my head, the only sort of resistance I could offer.

She grabbed my head in her hands and turned me to face her. She was surprisingly strong, her gymnastics training for cheerleading had made her unusually strong. She hissed at me angrily, "If you tell anyone that we raped you, then we'll tell them that you raped us. Who do think they would believe? The dirty old man living alone with two grown daughters and a charge of solicitation on his record? Or the two innocent little college girls? Hmm?"

She was, of course, completely correct. Who would ever believe this? Still, I loved my daughters and knew I would never turn them in to the police. Not for this. It would destroy everything I had built and, probably, land me in prison for the rest of my life. There was no way I would last very long in prison. Oh god, I thought, I wouldn't last a week if the other inmates thought I had raped my daughters.

As if watching the wheels turn in my head, Rachel smiled, and kissed me. Hannah's mouth on my dick and Rachel's threat really softened my resolve. It had gone too far to turn back now, not that I had any control at that moment. So, reluctantly, I opened my mouth.

When Rachel's tongue, minty and delicious, entered my mouth and probed inside, I moaned with pleasure. Hannah's mouth was working up and down faster and faster on my prick and, having released my resolve to resist a bit in that moment, she pushed me over the edge. My balls and thighs tingled a moment before the pleasure of release exploded in my brain.

Hannah squeaked in surprise as I blasted my cream into her sucking mouth. She didn't release my cock but instead stroked my cum out, milking me into her mouth with her little fist. Wad after wad of cum raced up my cock and blasted out as I emptied my balls into my older daughter's waiting mouth.

Though I couldn't see Hannah, letting Rachel passionately kiss me instead, the fact that I didn't feel any extra wetness on my lap led me to think that she hadn't let any of my jism escape. Then, when she rose up and, breathing heavy, told Rachel, "Daddy just came in my mouth," I knew that she had swallowed it.

I found the lewd thought, and fact, of my warm cum pooling in the stomach of my oldest daughter to be the most wrong, and hottest, thing that had ever happened. I moaned passionately up into Rachel's mouth again.

Rachel broke the kiss and looked at her sister. "Already?"

I groaned and, gaining my wits about me a bit more, I leapt on the chance to tell her, commandingly, "Yes. I came. You succeeded. Now untie me!"

Ignoring me, Rachel told Hannah, "I'm sure you can get him hard again. This has been a long-time-coming, no pun intended, and I'm sure he needs more than that."

Hannah giggled, nodded, and dropped her head to my deflating cock. She sucked it right up between her lips, rolling it around inside her mouth. Despite its flaccid state, a hum of pleasure suffused my body.

Rachel, a finger under my chin, lifted my head up to look at her as she stood over me. I could see her green eyes filled with lust, love, and compassion, all mixed together, as she said, "Daddy, we are just getting started."

Before I could reply, she lifted her leg, hopped up onto the couch, and straddled my head. I was speechless. Her pussy was absolutely perfect; flowered open slightly, perfectly formed, pink, clean shaven but for a sculpted triangle of orange hair on her pubic mound, and smelling wonderfully. "Don't do this, Sweetheart," I pleaded. I, of course, wanted to taste her pussy, but, at the same time, I could not let that happen. My head had cleared a bit more and I had to put a stop to this. I couldn't let this continue, because I knew where it would lead, and I had to stop it.

However, Rachel had other plans. She sat her pussy right down on my mouth, as she said, "Daddy, shut up and eat my pussy!"

Now, in that instant I had a few choices. She no longer held my head, so I could turn my head if I wanted to. I could bite her to get her to get off me. I could remain passive and close my mouth. Or, finally, I could eat her pussy. I realized all of this immediately and eliminated each in turn until only one remained. Turning my head would just make Rachel turn it back. Biting her, which is what I would advise anyone being raped to do, I rejected because I loved Rachel with all my heart; she was my Sweetheart and biting her was not even an option. So, I was left with either keeping my mouth closed or not. I wanted so much to taste that perfect-looking sweet-smelling delicate little pussy, that I just couldn't keep my mouth shut. I had not eaten a pussy in over five years, so just letting her rub herself on my chin, or something like that, was not an option.

Mouth open and tongue extended, when she sat her pussy down, I licked up and down her slit, parting the folds as I went. She tasted like I'd imagine ambrosia, the food of the gods, to taste. My cock twitched with desire inside of Hannah's mouth, life returning to it.

I pressed my face forward, lifting it against her pussy and driving my tongue up her cunt. I raked it back and forth against the walls, tasting and stimulating her deeply. Despite being forced to do it, I decided to make the most of it, rewarded for my efforts by a fresh batch of cream from her pussy.

"Oh my god," Rachel groaned, looking down into my eyes from between her big breasts in amazement. She cupped her tits in her own hands, rolling the nipples between her fingers. "I have waited so long for this," she murmured.

As my cock filled to full hardness, Hannah started stroking it with her lips again, her tongue writhing and swirling against my sensitive flesh. Up and down she bobbed her mouth with long loud slurping sounds. Her hands were on my balls, kneading and caressing, as she worked my dick with her lips.

I stroked my tongue back out of Rachel's twat and up to her clit, swirling around it several times before gently lapping at it.

"Hannah," Rachel groaned, "Daddy's really eating me out. It's happening. He's so good."

I felt triumphant, jubilant even, with pride at my daughter's words. I knew she didn't have as much experience as a woman my age would have, but she obviously had enough to recognize my talents.

Hannah released my dick from between her lips and said, "He's hard again."

"Goodie," Rachel said with a smile as she took her pussy off my mouth and moved down to kneel astride my lap. "Put it in me," she ordered.

My eyes went wide with surprise as I said, "No!"

As Hannah held the base of my shaft in her fist and aimed it at her sister's dripping snatch, Rachel looked in my eyes and asked sexily, "Don't you want to feel my tight young pussy wrapped around your long hard cock?"

I groaned with desire but said, "No, I don't. You can't fuck your father! This is wrong!"

Rachel smiled at me as she moved down, the lips of her pussy wrapping wetly around the head of my slick prick. She bit her lip and her face twisted with lust. Then she sank down, her dripping cunt stretching wide to accommodate my thick dick inside of her body. She didn't stop until she had fully swallowed my cock into her cunt, her ass resting on my balls.

Hannah released me once her sister began to sit down. She crawled back up the couch and kissed me. "We love you so much, Daddy!" she told me.

I held still as my daughters did that, as if frozen in place. I could not believe they were really doing it. They were raping me. If felt so damn good, but, still, I had no choice in the matter. Perhaps my lack of motion was a concession to the situation where, though I felt like I should struggle to get away I knew there was a chance that if I allowed myself to move, I might actually thrust up into Rachel. This way I could always assure myself that I never helped them commit Ra*e and incest against me. I had not instigated or helped; much.

"My turn," Hannah said as she kicked off her jeans, clambered up the couch, and straddled my face, just as her sister had done. "Eat me too, Daddy," she ordered as she dropped her pussy over my mouth.

Completely waxed clean, my older daughter's pussy, was just as perfectly formed as her younger sister's. The pretty pink lips thin but flowered open, dewy with desire. The skin ruddy with excitement, though her complexion not as pale.

I wanted to cry at the situation. I was being held down, tied down with some sort of ropes, and violated, literally raped, by my own daughters, but I wanted to taste Hannah's pussy so badly on my tongue and feel Rachel's fuckhole sliding up and down my hard pole so badly that I felt like I was betraying myself. I knew I should have tried to buck Rachel off my lap, get her off me any way I could, and, somehow, prevent her from being able to get my dick back into her, but I didn't dare move because I knew, yes knew, I would actually, deliberately, fuck up into her if I started to even try. "This is so wrong, Babydoll," I complained, not mentioning that I wanted it so fucking much.

Unlike Rachel, who had held herself above my face and let me eat her, Hannah smashed her pussy against my face. I opened my mouth and lapped at her clit, which is the part of her crotch she aligned with my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her clit as I gently sucked at her pussy flesh, drinking in the fuck fluids that coated her pussy. She was wet, very wet, and tasted differently from her sister; less sweet, saltier, and with a muskier, even nutty, flavor.

"Daddy's tongue is so talented," Hannah declared as she pulled off her tanktop and tossed it aside, looking down at me, her small bra-clad tits not blocking my view of the lust on her face. I could also see the love in her eyes. She didn't see it as if she was raping me, but that she was helping me.

Rachel finally, slowly, lifted her body up and down on my lap, her tight clasping cunt dragging sweetly up and down my hard shaft sending pleasure flooding my body. I had already come once and it was going to take a lot in order to make me come again. "Such a big dick," Rachel groaned.

"Too much for you to handle? Need me to take over?" Hannah challenged.

"Not until I come," Rachel snapped back.

Then they giggled.

I could not believe this was happening to me. They were raping me and giggling about it. I knew they thought this would help keep me from needing to pick up hookers. At least, that's how they were rationalizing to themselves, or each other. In reality, being stopped by the cops had been a big wake up call for me. I had decided, sitting in that jail cell, that there was no way I was ever doing anything like that ever again, even if it meant I never had sex again.

But here I was, with my cock buried inside my youngest daughter as she fucked herself on it. It was incest and Ra*e. I groaned up into my older daughter's pussy, in torment, both at the worry and the pleasure. I was tormented by the worry of how this could destroy our family, whether from the outside, if the cops found out, or the inside, if it damaged my relationship with my daughters. I was tormented by the pleasure of how amazing Rachel's tight cunt felt gliding up and down my throbbing member and the taste of Hannah's amazing nectar on my tongue.

Rachel leaned forward, her arms coming down on either side of Hannah, pressing down into the cushion near my head. Supported as such, she immediately began rocking back and forth atop me, fucking my cock faster and faster with her tight cunt. The couch rocked a bit with her, creaking in protest.

"Oh fuck," I groaned up into Hannah's pussy.

"Do you like that Daddy?" Rachel asked. "Do you like how your little girl is fucking you?"

Her words hit me many different ways. I did like it, there was no denying that to myself. While she was eighteen, the way she referred to herself as my little girl hit me how wicked and forbidden this was. I refused to answer, licking and slurping at Hannah's pussy instead.

"Oh Daddy," Hannah sighed, with a twitch of her hips. Then she gasped, "Don't stop."

Rachel stopped rocking hard against me and began, what I felt like, and probably was, twerking on me. Her butt rocked back and forth, driving my cock in and out of her cunt faster than she had before but without the rocking that was making the couch squeak. "How about this?" she murmured through labored breaths. "Tell me."

I could feel her pussy gripping against my shaft on each stroke. Though tight, she was also slick, the wet sounds of my rod sluicing in and out of her loud in the living room. "Holy shit," I grunted with passion around my mouthful of Hannah's pussy, unwilling to admit how awesome it felt but unable to be quiet.

Hannah squealed and moaned in passion as she came. Holding her breath, she set her weight down on me fully and swished her hips, rubbing her crotch all over my face. After a couple seconds she exhaled and grunted, her orgasm having crested, rewarding me with a fresh rush of her cream trickling down into my waiting mouth.

As my older daughter rolled off my face onto her seat on the couch, my younger stopped twerking on my dick, holding herself high with just the head between the lips of her pussy. As she panted, bringing her face within inches of mine, Rachel began, "Tell me Daddy," then, with nearly each word accentuated by a twerk of her hips that fucked only the top inch of my dick, she asked, "Do... you... like... the way... your... little... girl... fucks... you?"

Where she learned to do that, I had no idea. In that moment I didn't really care, I just knew that, even though they were raping me, I needed it. "You little bitch!" I said as she broke me. I thrust up with my hips, driving my prick up inside of her slick cunt. As I fucked up into Rachel over and over, I said, knowing that she would get off me if I didn't, "Okay! Yes, I love it! You are so fucking tight and warm, Sweetheart."

Rachel's face softened fully for the first time all day. She smiled at me, as she fucked me back, and said sweetly, "I love you, Daddy." She kissed me, open mouth, tongue delving as we humped against each other.

The feelings of love I felt for my daughter and the pleasure I was feeling from her cunt sliding up and down my cock, mixed together in me as we kissed. I knew our love would never be the same, but I didn't care. She was no longer angry with me, I loved her unconditionally, and felt amazing as her love tunnel began spasming around my hard pole.

As Rachel squealed into my mouth, her orgasm washing over her, I felt a familiar tingling in my cock. As her cunt rippled strongly all around my prick, I exploded. I lifted my hips as well as I could as we came together.

Blast after blast of my cum jetted up out of my cock, filling Rachel's cunt with my cream. I grunted in orgasm as I jerked and bucked involuntarily, emptying my balls into her as she came down from her own climax. She let her weight rest down against me and drive us both down to the couch. Her hips swished side to side as she marinated my cock in my own cum deep inside of her body.

Once we had both caught our breaths she got off me, my wet cock slapping against my stomach, still semi-hard, though I was satisfied. I knew I would not be able to get it up again without some rest.

As Rachel stepped back Hannah said, as she released my right hand from its restraint, "Every day, from now on, one or both of us, will fuck you, Daddy." Glancing at Rachel, she added, "I get to go first next time."

Rachel still out of breath nodded her agreement at both points her sister had made. Then she leaned over me, and said, "Don't make us have to tie you down again. Do you understand?"

I nodded as if I was the child. They had tied me down and raped me. Problem was, in the end, I had loved it. I knew that... and so did they.

Rachel added, "Do not tell anyone about what happened here. If you tell anyone we raped you, we'll just say that you raped us."

"I won't tell anyone, Sweetheart," I told her meekly.

"We are going to keep you off the streets and out of prison. We love you," Hannah quickly added.

I nodded. "I know, Babydoll."​