Institute of Apotheosis Research Ch. 30

I marched across the room, stamping on the padded mat covering the floor, my children following.

I reached the door. My wife was bent over a desk, her fake tits out, bouncing as the younger man fucked her. He was in his mid-twenties, fit and tan, blond like me, his body muscular. His arms flexed as he gripped her flesh. He grunted, thrusting hard and fast into her, his chiseled face twisted in pleasure as he plowed into my wife.

My rage boiled through me.

Then my wife noticed me. "Willis!" she screeched, her back straightening, her hands darting to cover those large, firm breasts I bought her. "What the fuck are you doing here!"

"Holy shit!" gasped Mitch, jumping back, his cock ripping out of my wife's pussy, drenched in her cream. "Listen, dude, this isn't... I mean..."

"Oh, don't freak out," my wife said, straightening, her brown eyes flaring as she covered her tits. "He's a spineless--"

"Shut up, Dianne!" I growled. "Kneel, uncover your tits, and wait until I'm ready for you, whore!"

My thoughts blazed with pain. My wife shuddered as though my words struck her while darkness washed across my thoughts. She ripped her hands away from her tits and fell to the ground. They bounced and jiggled, round from her silicone implants.

Her eyes widened. Her flushed cheeks went pale. Her lips twitched like she wanted to speak. Which only made her squirm. She struggled, her body twitching. She rocked from side to side, a whimpering moan rising in her throat, a fearful growl. Panic crossed her eyes as she realized her body betrayed her.

"Now listen, man," the guy said. He held up his hands before him. A band of gold encircled his left hand.

Rage flashed through me.

"You are a fucking piece of shit!" I snarled at him. "A fucking pathetic, loser of a man! You're fucking my wife when you have one at home?" I caught a glimpse of a picture, his arm around a pretty, black-haired woman, young like him, her face round, her body looking fit in a bikini, breasts round and firm, stomach flat.

"It's just..." he spluttered. "I mean... Your wife came on to me!" He backed up, cowering before me.

"Kneel!" I snarled. "You will stay like that and watch how a whore-wife gets treated. I want you to drink it in. I want you hard, aching to fuck her, and knowing her slut-cunt is off-limits to you. You'll be hard every day of your life--every fucking second of it--remembering how you came so close to cumming in her pussy tonight. How you were almost there, and just never quite reached your orgasm."

I paused, taking a breath. Anger surged through me as he whimpered in need.

"In fact, you'll never cum again except in my wife's pussy, which you'll never get to enjoy again. Your cock will wilt if you ever try to stick it in her and then will grow hard the moment you are away! You can't ever reach that moment of release. No matter how many whores you fuck. How many times you jerk your dick." I smiled. "Even if you let a woman peg you up the ass with a strap-on or a guy fuck you like his prison bitch, you'll never explode. A pathetic asshole like you doesn't deserve to ever know that joy again."

The pain was worth it. It added such power to my voice. My dick throbbed in my slacks as I placed his punishment on him. He whimpered, kneeling there, his dick looking so painfully hard now. He grasped it, rubbing it.

"And stop making noise!" I snarled. "Be quiet until we leave. Then you can move."

My wife whimpered louder.

"How are you doing this, Daddy?" my daughter asked, her voice that breathy, sultry purr. "How did you become so strong?"

"It makes you wet that I'm strong," I growled. "It makes your slut-cunt so juicy. You get off on being my whore, don't you?" My thoughts burned a little. It wasn't taking much to make this adjustment to her.

"I do, Daddy!" she moaned. She pressed against me. "Command me! Make me do something! I'm so wet."

"Jesus, Dad," my son said in awe. "This is fucking awesome."

I grinned then glanced at my wife. "Strip naked, Garnet, and show your mother how much of a whore you are. Kiss her." I glanced at my wife. "Because, Dianne, she's a whore like you. And whores are always up for kissing other sluts, aren't they?"

My wife whimpered as needles stabbed into my brain. It sent a euphoric rush through me, verging on pleasure.

"Whores get off on kissing other girls, even their daughters. They just want to be used. Makes them wet. And you're dripping wet, aren't you?"

"I am," my wife said, my question forcing her to speak. Her eyes grew wider. "I'm so wet and..." She trailed off, seeing our daughter popping off her top. Her nineteen-year-old tits popped out. They were round and perky, that plumpness only youth could have. Smooth and beautiful, her nipples pink and enticing. Then she wiggled out of those tight jeans.

I groaned as my daughter's thong rolled down with it. My son licked his lips beside me, staring at his sister with obvious lust, watching her expose her crotch, a landing strip of gold leading to her shaved vulva, her slit tight, almost virginal.

And gleaming with her cream.

She kicked off her open toes shoes, bending over and thrusting her rump at me. It was deliberate. She wiggled it, my dick growing harder and harder as I appreciated the firm plumpness of her barely legal body. Sweat broke out across my forehead.

"Damn," Jason groaned.

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement.

My daughter had a wicked smile on her lips as she straightened. Then she knelt by her mother. The pair didn't hesitate. The two whores melted together, youthful titties pressing into fake breasts. Their lips met, tongues flashing. Arms wrapped about each other. My wife's peroxide-blonde locks brushed our daughter's natural hues. Their tongues danced and fenced.

My son stood by me, watching in awe at the lesbian incest before us. Both sluts moaned as they kissed with such passion. I grinned and began unbuttoning my dress shirt, eager for the fun. I would show that asshole Mitch how whores should be treated.

Jason licked his lips, his jeans bulging with his excitement. His blue eyes burned with passion as he watched his mother and sister kissing. I smiled, kicking off my shoes. This was amazing. My powers were incredible.

I could do anything. I was almost like a god.

I shoved my khaki slacks down along with my boxers, my dick springing out hard and erect. I needed to cum again. I had to fuck a slut's pussy. I had to cum hard. It had been so long since I enjoyed myself.

"Which one do you want, son?" I asked him. "Your whore-mom, or your slut--"

"Mom!" he groaned. "Those big titties! I just want to bury my face in them!"

I smiled and gripped his shoulder, giving him a fatherly squeeze. "Then she's yours. Dianne, you're our son's personal whore from now on. It makes you wet to do whatever he says. You want to worship him. You want to guzzle his cum and have his jizz spurting into your body for as long as he wants you."

My wife just moaned against my daughter's mouth.

"Come on, Garnet, it's time to get fucked by daddy. Stop kissing your slut-mother."

My daughter wrenched her mouth away from my wife. Garnet's brown eyes were glassy as she stared up at me, her nipples so erect. "Yes, Daddy! I need your cock in me so badly."

She crawled to me, licking her lips, her young titties swaying beneath her. The hunger in her eyes made my cock throb. It ached as my daughter licked her lips. She wanted this so badly now. She was my personal slut.

Dianne had ruined her. Garnet wasn't good for anything else now. My baby girl was perverted into this whore. But I would give her what she craved.

My son darted past his sister. He was on his knees and burying his face into his mother's breasts. He squeezed those big, fake tits into his cheeks, motorboating them as he groaned his pleasure. My wife's face burst with awe.

"Oh, yes," she moaned. "Ooh, Jason, you are such a big boy. Mmm, Mommy's your whore now."

"Yes!" he groaned. "You're going to be so popular with my friends. I heard about this club... We could start our own little group."

I smiled at him as my daughter nuzzled her lips into my cock, flicking her tongue along it. I was glad my son enjoyed his gift. I looked down at my hand, at the gold band on there, the promise I made to love and cherish and be faithful to my wife.

She broke it long before I did.

I ripped it off and tossed it into the nearby trashcan. Dianne was my son's whore now. He could do whatever he wanted to her. The bitch made her choice. She wanted to humiliate me, emasculate me, and treat me like her little wage-slave.

She didn't deserve the benefits my new powers gave.

"That's it," I moaned, my daughter licking at my dick. "Mmm, yes, just follow your treat."

I backed out of the office, my son groaning his delight while his whore-mother moaned about how big and strong he was. My daughter followed me. She crawled, her lips pressing on my cock, nibbling on the tip with her soft lips.

Such a good, little slut-daughter.

I smiled at her. Garnet had such lust shining in her brown eyes. I grinned, such deviant thoughts flashing through my mind. My sex life had become jerking off to porn. And there were so many nasty things I'd seen. Things Dianne would never let me do.

Though she'd let our son do them to her now. I hoped he thoroughly used her.

"Mmm, I bet your pussy is just begging for my cock," I said to my daughter.

"It is, Daddy," she moaned against my dick's tip. "I'm so hot and wet. I've never been so excited."

"Because only your daddy makes you this wet," I said.

"Yes!" she moaned.

"Then turn around and wiggle that cute ass at me," I said. "Daddy will make your pussy explode."

"Thank you, Daddy!" she moaned. What wonderful words to hear from my daughter's lips again. How she used to be before her mother ruined her.

She turned around and there was that tight, young cunt. That delicious, hot twat just begging for my dick to slam into her. I fell to my knees. My dick bouncing before me, the exercise mat soft.

I smacked my cock against her rump, her flesh firm. She whimpered and cooed, wiggling it. she looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling. She licked her lips, her supple back arching as she pressed back at me. Just begging for it.

I slid my cock down to her hot pussy. I groaned at the incestuous contact of her boiling flesh around mine. My little girl was mine again. It was such an amazing thing to realize. I shuddered in delight, eager to ram into her. To fill her to the brim with my cock. My hands squeezed her hips. I pressed my dick into her folds.

She welcomed me. Her flesh sucked at my cock. I shuddered at how incredible it felt. I went deeper and deeper into her. She let out a whimpering moan as I sank into her depths. Her flesh wrapped about me. It was incredible to feel my daughter's silky cunt caressing me.

"Daddy," she moaned, her back arching. She was so much tighter than her mother. "Oh, Daddy, you're in me. Your cock's so good!"

"The best cock in the world, right?" I growled, drawing back my hips.,

"Oh, it is, Daddy!" she moaned, her hips wiggling, stirring her cunt around my hard shaft. Pleasure spilled through me. "Just the best. Please, please, fuck me! I'm so wet. I'm going to cum so fast!"

"Yes!" I growled and buried into her.

It was heaven fucking my daughter's snatch. I plowed into her again and again. The pleasure melted my mind as I buried into her. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut. Her silky twat caressed me. Milked me. My balls drank in the rapture as they thwacked into her again and again.

She moaned, squirming, wiggling her hips. Her butt-cheeks rippled every time I rammed into her. Her pussy gripped my cock, squeezing down as she groaned. The friction stimulated the sensitive tip, spilling delight down my shaft with every thrust. With every time I pulled back.

"Jesus!" I groaned. "Your cunt's so tight!"

"Your cock's so big, Daddy!" she moaned, clenching down again. "I'm going to cum on it! I'm just so wet. First, I sucked you off, then I obeyed you and kissed mom, and now I'm your slut! Your naughty whore, Daddy!"

"You can cum all you want!" I groaned, pounding her, my flesh slapping her flesh.

"Thank you, Daddy!" she squealed. They were the three sweetest words in the entire world.

I buried into her. As I drew back, her pussy convulsed around my dick. I groaned, her juicy flesh caressing me, sucking at me. She gasped and moaned, her body shaking and shuddering. The writhe of her cunt about my dick made my balls tense.

It was incredible to fuck her young, cumming snatch. To enjoy this amazing delight. My balls tightened. The pleasure burned through me as I pumped over and over into her. I fucked her with hard, powerful strokes. I slammed into her cunt.

"Oh, Daddy, yes!" she howled. "Cum in me, please!"

I wanted to. God, I did, but I had those other delights to enjoy. I stared at her ass, grinned. My hands grabbed her butt-cheeks. As I ripped my dick out of her convulsing cunt, I parted her asscheeks, exposing her brown, puckered sphincter just begging to be fucked. I shifted my hips, bringing my pussy-soaked dick to her asshole.

"Oh, my god, Daddy!" she moaned. "That's so naughty! Ooh, yes, yes, fuck my tight asshole! I'm your slut, Daddy!"

"My slut!" I growled, the tip of my dick loving the feel of her anal ring against me.

I thrust.

She moaned as her sphincter surrendered to me. The incestuous thrill of burying into my daughter's bowels filled me. Her velvety flesh engulfed my cock. Her ass was tighter, hotter, than her pussy. It was such a different feel, my balls tensing as I sank deeper and deeper into her velvety flesh. Dizzy pleasure rippled through me.

My daughter groaned, deep and throaty. Her back arched. Her bowels clenched around my dick, increasing the friction. My cock drank it in as I plunged deeper and deeper into my slut-daughter's anal sheath.

I groaned when I bottomed out in her.

I was fucking a woman's asshole. I was experiencing anal for the first time. My daughter's bowels felt incredible about my shaft. She groaned, shifting her hips, stirring her asshole around my dick. I drew back, savoring the tight grip, the pleasure pulsing in the tip of my cock.

"Daddy!" she squealed as I buried into her. "Oh, yes, Daddy, fuck my tight asshole! Ooh, you can use me however you want!"

"I will!" I panted, thrusting so hard.

I couldn't last much longer. Not after going from her silky pussy to her velvety asshole. I groaned, wanting to savor this for as long as possible. My grunts mixed with my son's moans as he fucked his mother in the other room, enjoying the whore while I enjoyed his slut-sister.

I pounded my daughter's asshole hard. She grunted as my crotch smacked her rump. Her bowels gripped my dick. The heat burning around them. My balls drank it in, coming closer and closer to erupting while she whimpered and moaned. Her hips danced from side to side, driving me wild. I ached to erupt in her.

To flood her with my cum.

I was fucking my nineteen-year-old daughter's asshole. I was using her in every way possible. I shuddered, the pleasure slamming through my body. My orgasm swelled faster and faster, propelling me to plow into her as hard as I could.

It was too much. I couldn't take much more.

I ripped my dick out of my daughter's tight asshole. I shuddered, the pleasure about to explode out of me. She gasped, looking at me over my shoulder. I seized her blonde hair and ripped her around, her tits heaving.

"Jerk me off!" I howled. "I want to cum on your face, slut!"

"Yes, Daddy!" she gasped, her right hand gripping my dick. "Cum on me, Daddy! Hose me in your jizz!"

I groaned as she fisted me so fast. The pleasure shot through me as I stared at her youthful face. She was begging for it, her mouth open, tongue outstretched. The caress of her palm rubbing my dick sent pleasure shooting through me.

"Fuck!" I snarled and erupted.

My cum fired out at her. It splattered across her face. Great fountains of white coated her features. I shuddered, my balls squeezing tight. My head grew dizzy as the bliss spilled through me. Every eruption hammered rapture into my mind.

It was incredible. She groaned as my cum landed on her tongue. More coated her features, transforming her utterly into a whore. My daughter-slut. Stars burst across my vision as I admired my work, her hand jerking the last of the cum out of my dick.

The final drop fell on her outstretched tongue.

"Now suck my dirty cock clean!" I ordered.

She didn't hesitate to engulf my cock fresh from her asshole. She sucked hard on my still-hard shaft, buffing it clean with her mouth and tongue. I could make her do anything. I groaned, the pleasure rippling through me as I stared at the office.

I could just see the picture of Mitch and his wife. The poor woman.

I glanced at my left hand, a faint band of white marking where my wedding ring once lay. For twenty-one years... It was good in the beginning. Before Dianne turned cold and distant. Before she stopped being my loving wife. I missed that.

A decision galvanized in my mind.

I pulled my cock out of my daughter's mouth. I paused, admiring how slutty she looked painted in my jizz. Jason groaned in the other room. It sounded like he was cumming in his mother's pussy. I smiled, and marched back to the office.

Mitch the asshole still shuddered in the corner, his dick swollen, his face twisted with frustrated need. My son was lying atop his mother, panting, his hands squeezing his tits as he kissed her, her arms and thighs wrapped around him.

"Jason, your mother's yours forever," I said. "Do with her as you like."

"Sure, Dad," he groaned.

"I'm taking off," I said. I spotted a set of keys on the desk. "That Camaro out front is yours, right, Mitch? Don't speak, just shake or nod your head."

He nodded.

"Good," I said, smiling. "It's mine now. There's a shitty Honda you can have." I pulled out my keys and dropped them on the desk. "You have a pretty wife, Mitch."

He nodded his head.

"She deserves better than having a cheating asshole of a husband," I said. "Right?"

He nodded again, trembling.

"Good. I'm glad we agree." I picked up his keys. "Well, I'm off to meet my new bride. I'll treat her far, far better than you ever did. We both deserve something better. Right?"

He nodded one last time.

Smiling, I strolled back into the room, my daughter waiting, her face painted in cum, her round tits looking so perky. "Come on, you can blow me while I drove my new car to meet your new step-mother."

"Okay, Daddy," she said, darting to me and taking my arm. "Will I be her whore, too?"

"What do you think?" I asked.

She gave me a wicked grin.

I would enjoy my life with these powers. Mitch's wife would be better than Dianne. Not a cheating whore, but a faithful and loving woman. Younger, too. I'd make sure she understood her place, and I'd make her happy. Dianne could have gotten it. I would have given her everything, had given her everything, and all she had to do was love me, support me, and not cheat on me with her pilates instructor.

I left the studio and didn't look back.

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Serafina Pesce -- Pisces

I pulled out the second pair of panties from the hamper in the bathroom, a wonderful pair of blue-stripped panties that belonged to my younger sister, Lucilla. In my other hand, I clutched the racy, red thong belonging to my older sister Bernie (short for Bernadette, but never call her that). My heart beat for joy, my own pussy getting wet in my own pair of panties.

I darted out of the bathroom and--

"Daddy!" I gasped, bumping into my father. I thrust my hands behind my back as I bounced off his towering form. He was only tall because I was so short.