BFQ Fapfic the Fourth

In an alternate dimension, where the dice gods are kind and benevolent...



"...I want this," you admit. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your mouth is dry. "I really do. But Liz..."

"Oh," your father says. "Right."

"I'm going to go talk to her. See if we can figure something out. I'm not going to cheat on her," you say, becoming more sure of your statements as you make them. "Wait here."

"Okay, Max."

You stand up and pull your pants up. Your cock makes an uncomfortable bulge in your pants. You climb down to the bedroom where Liz and Breakfast are playing with Selene. "Breakfast, could you take Selene down to her room?" you ask.

"Yes, ma'am," she says, then scoops up Selene and starts heading down the ladder, followed closely by Fap.

"We need to talk," you tell Liz.

"Okay. What's the matter, Mistress?" Liz asks you.

"I thought I was over the thing with my dad. With Breakfast. With the sensory spell," you start. "I'm not. He barely touched me and I got... Well," you say, gesturing down to your pants. "I wanted to fuck him. But I ABSOLUTELY refuse to cheat on you. So... Let's talk about how to handle this."


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“Mistress, I...” Liz had an odd expression on her face, one you hadn't seen before, panic built up in your chest as your mind ran over scenarios of just how badly this conversation could be about to go.

A blush rose on Liz's cheeks, she shuffled uncomfortably, not quite managing to look you in the eye.

“Can I watch?”

You can't help but grin as you watch Liz squirm under your gaze. “Does it turn you on that much, my adorable little cumslut? I should've known,” you smirk, picking up the bottle of lube from a nearby shelf and tossing it to her, which Liz catches, just about.

You sweep her up off her feet in one swift motion, causing her to let out a surprised squeak as you carry her back to the workout room.



Your father looks up as you enter the room, watching silently as you sit Liz down on a mat by the door and turning to face him.

“So?” he asks, and you can hear a hint of hopefulness in his voice.

Despite your eagerness just a moment before, you find it hard to get the words out, and stumble over your first attempt to respond. Mumbling as your eyes wander to the growing bulge in your dad's pants, mirroring your own as your cock proves it has none of the hesitation plaguing you. You take a deep breath, thankful for your Lotus meditation training as you try again.

“I'm ready,” you say, and the moment you get that simple statement out, you feel a great weight off your shoulders. You want to do this slowly, but your enthusiasm gets the best of you as you strip off your shirt a little too fast, leaving your chest bare. You frown, berating yourself internally for acting like this, you aren't some schoolgirl with a crush, and are aren't about to look stupid in front of Liz. You glance over your shoulder at Liz, who is watching the situation unfold with undisguised lust.

As you turn back to face your father, you almost jump as you feel warm hands on your hips, and find him just a few inches away from you, having apparently closed the distance while you were distracted. The tip of your erection brushes against his through your pants, and your breath catches in your throat.

“Turn around,” he whispers, and you find yourself complying before you even realise what he's said. He pulls you back gently, and you stifle a moan as you feel his cock pressed up against your ass. You've seen it plenty of times before, and felt it while in Breakfast's body, but this is the first time you've actually felt it for real, and it feels even bigger than you remember. His thumbs slide inside your waistband, hooking onto your pants and dragging them down, your erection springing free as they drop to your ankles. You find yourself looking at Liz as the situation unfurls, who has gone from just watching to touching herself, one hand up under her shirt caressing her modest breasts as another works its way into her pants.

As much as you were enjoying watching Liz get herself off, you find yourself distracted as one of your father's hands leaves your hips, followed closely by the sound of a belt being unbuckled. You don't dare look back, and just hearing the sounds behind you makes you breathe faster as your imagination runs wild. You hear a slick sound, and the image of your father lubing up his cock makes your chest heave with anticipation. You gasp as you feel two warm, slippery fingers touch your asshole, rubbing lubricant around it with practised ease. You bite your lip to stifle a moan as the two fingers cease their rubbing, probing inside the entrance to fully prepare you for what's to come.

“What are you waiting for,” you murmur, your voice quieter than you'd intended.

Your father chuckles, and you feel the fingers withdraw, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back as he angles you forward, and you feel his huge cock sliding between your cheeks in an even sawing motion. Every now and again, he pauses with the head pressed up against your asshole, only to return to his motions, and you find yourself moaning in frustration. As his member once more comes to rest against your back door, you try to push back, desperate to feel him inside you, you shudder as you feel your sphincter admit the first few millimetres, only to find your progress stopped by a soft but firm hand on your buttock.

“No need to rush, Max,” your father whispers, rubbing your buttock as you remain poised on the cusp of ecstasy. “We've got all the time in the world.”

He leans forwards, his other hand running up your side and on to your front, sliding up your abs at a relaxed pace, pausing to caress them before he reaches your breasts. His hand cups your small breast, kneading it gently, and you gasp as his thumb and forefinger find your nipple, rolling it between them before pinching it, just hard enough for a slight twinge of pain, which turns you on all the more as your quiet moans grow louder and more desperate. As his right hand plays with your breasts, his left remains at work on your buttock, kneading and squeezing it. You have lost all restraint by this stage, panting and moaning whorishly with abandon. Feeling his cock there, just a few inches from filling you, is driving you crazy.

“Are you ready, Max?”

You can't do much more than nod, as his hands return to your hips, and with a slow push he eases his massive cock into your ass. You cry out from the long overdue sensation, and no sooner is the head inside than you come, staining the training mats with your seed, the last few drops catching on your leg.

Your father pauses, laughing under his breath, “done already, Max? We've barely even started.”

You look over your shoulder, glaring at him, he gives you a disarming smile and shrug, and whatever comeback you were thinking up is swept away as he starts a slow, steady pace pounding into you. He isn't getting more than about half his cock in so far, and you're thankful for that, you aren't sure your body could take the full extent of his prodigious member, at least not yet.

You put your hands on your knees for balance as your father thrusts harder and faster, moaning as you feel it rubbing against your prostate, your cock, still recovering from your orgasm just moments ago, still dribbling cum as he milks you. You look to Liz, who has disposed of her clothes while you were distracted, moaning and squirming as she watches the incestuous scene before her and fingers herself vigorously.

As you become used to the pace, gasping and groaning with every thrust, you start to push back against your father, burying more and more of his amazing member inside you with every slam until you reach your goal, feeling his balls slapping against you. Your cock is hard again, bobbing in the air, and you grasp it in your hand, jerking yourself in time with the thrusts. You feel your father's grip tighten on your hips, and his already massive cock swells further still inside of you as he slams you down to the hilt on his cock and cums hard, pumping your ass full of his seed. You cry out, stopping your jerking to savour the sensation, drenched with sweat and drops of your own jizz. Your ass feels full and sore, and you enjoy every moment of it, waiting for your dad's cock to deflate, only to realise that it isn't.

As he starts to start up a slow pace once again, you realise that he intends to keep going.

“That's enough,” you mumble through the blissed haze.

“Come now Max, we both have more than enough energy to go for a long time yet,” he chuckles, not stopping.

“I said that's enough,” you snap, a little louder this time, and your father halts, pulling out of you as you stifle a loud moan, cum seeping out of your stretched asshole without his cock there to plug it.

You turn to face your father, who looks at you sheepishly, “I'm sorry Max, it wasn't right of me to keep going if you weren't comfortable, I hope you can forgive me.”

You shake your head, glaring at him. “That isn't it,” you explain, as you place a hand on your father's chest and push him to the ground, causing him to let out a noise of surprise as he lands flat on his back on the mats.

“I didn't want you to stop, I'm just done letting you call the shots.”

Your father's look of surprise gives way to one of mirth as he breaks out into a full-fledged laugh. “I'd wondered how long you were going to let me take charge for,” he grinned, looking up at you as you stood over him.

You grin back at him, spreading your buttocks with one hand, the other on his chest for balance as you lower yourself. Your asshole is already a little sore, but pleasurable feelings quickly overwhelm that as the head slips past your loosened entrance, and you allow gravity to spear you on your father's rock hard pole. The find yourself thinking about your situation as you start to lift yourself back up slowly, the hard cock inside you sliding against your prostate, before slamming yourself back down. Before, you could have justified it as some temporary madness, or told yourself that your father was working his magics on you without you even realising it, but this feeling of control, the twisted and arousing sensation as you imagine what others would think if they could see you there, fucking your own father, you can't get enough of it. You speed up, spurred on by your lusty imaginings, slamming down over and over again on your dad's cock, your abused asshole overwhelmed by the feeling.

You can feel yourself losing it, you know that soon you will give in entirely to the sensations, acting on primal lust and nothing more, but this still isn't enough, you need something more, and you know just what that is.

“Slut, come here,” you call, slowing your pace, to the noticeable chagrin of your father.

Liz quickly appears beside you, almost stumbling over her feet as she rushes to your side. Her pussy is wet and swollen from her attentions, and her juices have stained her thighs. “Yes mistress,” she asks eagerly, her eyes sparkling with possibility.

You smirk, pushing yourself down fully onto your dad's cock and stopping, tapping the tip of your cock lightly with two fingers.

You don't need to say any more, and Liz's face lights up as she stands, you guide her as she stands over your cock, her back to you, and you line up her hungry pussy with your cock, which throbs with anticipation. Your father watches with obvious interest, in a prime position to see everything as you slowly lower Liz onto your member, your other hand reaching around to her chin, turning her head to the side so you can kiss her, her tongue intertwining with yours as your lips meet. She manages to get out a quiet “mistress, I love you so much,” between kisses, as you slowly lift yourself and her up, your hands on her hips as you balance yourself at the very tip of your father's cock. Then you let yourself go, slamming back down, pulling on Liz's hips as you do, and as you slam back to the hilt on your father, Liz is pulled onto your cock in turn, and the sensation of fucking and being fucked all at once is almost more than you can bear.

Liz cries out as you control the pace, rising on your father's cock as you lift Liz up, then slamming back down. Once again you find yourself thankful for all those years of working out, as you doubt you could keep this up otherwise. Liz quickly loses any sense of restraint, moaning and bucking on your cock, doing her best to crane her neck and keep kissing you every chance she gets. Your father watches with rapt attention as both you and Liz fuck above him. You know he wants to reach out and touch her, but he doesn't have your permission, and no matter how much he might want it, he can't do anything more than watch. That feeling of dominance turns you on all the more, and you loosen your grip on Liz, allowing her to fall forwards until she is just a few inches above him, her breasts heaving as she moans heavily, your father able to do nothing more than watch her, her hair tickling his face as you pump into her, every sensation transferred down into his cock as you ride him.

With one final slam, your father cums once more, flooding your already packed ass with another load, the feeling pushes you over the edge in turn, and you moan as you pound into Liz, letting out all your built up lust inside of her, her pussy clenching around your cock as she cries out in orgasm.

“You're the best cumslut I could ever ask for,” you whisper to her, but only get a half-conscious murmur in response, and find her to be completely out of it, her eyes lidded and a trail of drool down her chin. You smile, picking yourself up off your dad's softening cock and lifting Liz up into your arms, her head hanging back in post-orgasmic bliss.

Your father is still lying on the floor, catching is breath, and as you look down at him, part of you starts to question if you should feel wrong for what you just did, but no matter how you look at it, you can't see any problem. You guess maybe you're just that fucked up, and if it feels that good, then that suits you just fine.

“Woah, what happened in here?”

You turn to discover Lin and Breakfast standing in the doorway, gaping at the scene before them. “Max, you didn't,” Lin grins, and you shrug in response.

“Damn, and I missed it,” she sighs, shaking her head.

“Can you do me a favour, Lin, Liz is all tired out and messy, could you go clean her up and put her to bed?” you ask.

Lin looks from Liz to you to Dimitri and frowns. “Seriously? You have all this fun and don't even invite me, and then you want me to clean up afterwards?”

“We're just taking a little break, if you go get cleaned up while me and dad have some Breakfast, we'll let you join in for the next round,” you smirk, and Lin's expression changes instantly as she practically runs across the room to take Liz from you, disappearing back out the door with your cumslut in hand with a parting “I'll be back soon.”

You beckon for Breakfast, who walks over, an excited expression on her face. “Cock?” she asks, looking hopeful.

You nod, and Breakfast's face breaks into a smile of childlike joy. There's going to be plenty more cock before the day's out, that's for sure...