MaMU/FemMorgan

								FemMorgan/MaMu


	"Alright Morgan, remember. Swords beat axes, they have superior reach, but a Lance has even better reach than sword." Robin says, hand over his daughter's shoulder. She begins writing into her book, writing down each word as it came out of her father's mouth down to the tee. "Father, you're a genius" she replied, setting the book down and leaning back in her chair. "You're picking this stuff up a lot faster than I could Morgan, I'm proud" Robin said, sitting at the edge of his bed. "You know, I've learned some things from watching you and mother as well.. can I try them?" Morgan began to blush, and scratch the back of her head. "From... me and your mother? What exactly did you learn" Robin said, curious as she made her way over and slumped down to her knees. "Morgan!?" Robin said, as she began to undo her belt. "You never did notice me did you? Peeking in while you and mother were working making love." she said, locking up as his cock sprung out of his opened trousers, stopping just shy of her lips. She blew at the tip gently, causing Robin's whole body to shiver.

	"Morgan... that's enough!" Robin said adamantly, grabbing his pant in an attempt to lift them, but Morgan placed her hands down on his knees. Her plump lips were just inches away from his cock, now erect, now being firmly held by her warm, soft hands as they gently went up and down. "I guess I am a fast learner, mother had the same result when she did this." Robin blushed madly. "Morgan, we shouldn't" he said, he hands at his side, fingers drumming on his thighs. Morgan smiled and slowly dragged her tongue from his balls up to the very top of his penis, causing his back to grow stiff, and his arms to lock onto his sides. "Father please, let me prove myself. I want to show you I'm the best of you and Mother" she said, looking up to him, her eyes glowing. Robin's face flushed red. "You know.. you look just like your Mother - " "shush" she replied. "Please, may I?" Robin rolled his eyes, sweat rolling down his face. He hesitated for a moment, and looked down at her again, her eyes still locked onto his. She was determined, and the look in her eyes broke down his courage, and his virtue.

	"O-okay" he could barely word out. "What was that Father? "I said it was fine." Robin said, looking down and gently caressing his daughter's hair. "You're going to need to speak up father, tell me you want me to suck your dick" Robin's eyes widened. "I won't say such a thing" he replied, as she blew at his tip again, causing his whole body to wrack with pleasure. "Tell me, that you want me to suck your dick" she said, gently licking his tip. "I... I want you" Morgan smiled, her eyes still looking directly into his. "I want you.. to suck my dick." he said, face red enough to compare to Walhart's signature armor. Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, before quickly taking her father's whole length down her throat in one gulp. Robin's legs shook uncontrollably, he couldn't believe it. Not even his wife was capable of such a feat. Morgan took his whole shaft down and stood there for a moment, sucking at the base, using her tongue to tickle his sack and lap it up, and then pulled back, sucking with her lips at the same time, creating the illusion of his cock being pulled. With a satisfying slurp, she pulled back all the way, catching his tip with her lips, and giving it a nice wet kiss. Robin's cock was throbbing hard now, his his shaft with stained a darker tone, a thick layer of saliva dripping down it. Morgan lipped her lips, pre-cum running down her mouth. "Checkmate" she said, pushing him down onto the bed.

	Robin's heart rate increased ten fold, as he realized under her robes, his daughter was naked, the chair and desk where she had been studying hiding this truth from him. "I've been waiting so long for this" she said, breathing heavily. She began rubbing her slit on Robin's shaft, her thick meatwalls engulfing it, leaving a trail of her girl cum on his shaft, a hot sticky white mess. By now Robin had not bothered to resist her anymore, as she lifted herself up a bit and grabbed his manhood, running her hand up and down his shaft a bit before prodding her entrance with it. "Father, please be my first" she said, rubbing his tip up and down her slit to stimulate herself. He nodded, and she let herself down, streams of blood following. She yelped in pain, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes as she lowered herself further down, the lines of blood increasing in both thickness and quantity. "I'm... almost there Father" she said, making one final push, a sound of something snapping causing their eyes to widen. "Morgan, are you okay"? Robin asked, snapped back into reality, lifting his daughter onto his lap and embracing her, still connected at the organ. "I-I'm fine Father. Please." she said, embracing back, as she rocked her hips back and forth. Robin nearly forgot he was inside his daughter, as the reality set back in. His felt like his shaft squeezed to numbness by her tightness, he embraced her hard, feeling her tears run down his back.

	He began to thrust, each one making the tightness squeezing upon him more and more bearable, and more pleasurable. Morgan began to breath in rhythm to his thrust, now bucking her hips in sync with him. Robin could feel it working his way up his shaft, semen. He began to breathe with her, his love now being squeezed and sucked out of him by his daughter's tightness. He could feel her girlcum sticking to his shaft, the wetness slicking between them as they went back and forth, with stickiness so potent as he pulled back he could feel her insides resisting, trying to pull him back in further, deeper. "Morgan.. I have to cum" he said, attempting to pull out, but his daughter tightened her grip. "Father... Inside" she said, picking up her pace, bucking fast enough that the liquids between them went upwards from the force of skin hitting each other. "Morgan... Me and your mother haven't conceived you yet" he said, in a desperate attempt to stop her, to hold his cum inside of him, his lower area now swirling with pain and pleasure, trying to release. Morgan did not stop her assault, she pushed her father to the bed, into a cowgirl position, and placed her hands upon his chest, holding him down. She lowered her face to his and stared into his eyes, breathing in his face, his breath being exchanged with hers, and vice versa. Robin surrendered to his pleasure, and grabbed her waist tight as she continued to beat down on his shaft, before taking one final downward thrust down the base, and releasing, at the same time feeling her feather release into it, hot strings assaulting the back of her womb like bombardments. Her back shot up and she dug her nails into him, as her legs shook in place almost violently. With a final push of liquids she fell onto him in a hot sweaty mess.

	Robin held onto her for a while, before realizing she was asleep. He sighed and pulled out, his liquids pouring out of his own daughter. He lied her down and tied her robe closed, before kissing her gently on the forehead. "This is going to be really hard to explain to your mother." he said, placing a hand through the slips of the robe, onto his Daughter's belly. Looking at the calendar, he realized he had marked today as the day he was supposed to conceive his daughter.