Black and White and... (1) ...cumming all over
A zebra father and daughter seduce each other...
Shannon Moore died on a sunny day after a long fight with injuries from a car accident. Her husband Tom and daughter Kayla were grief-stricken in the classical way, and couldn't bear to live somewhere that reminded them of her. So they moved out of their modest home and left town, settling into another modest home in the suburbs of another state.
5 years later...
Kayla Moore, now 16, was having trouble in school. She always seemed distracted and unable to fully focus in class, often doing well with enough time but getting Cs at best under test conditions. Now, for a girl her age, there's only a few things that could keep her unable to concentrate - but to make a long story short, she was horny.
This by itself wouldn't normally be a problem, there being no limit to the number of guys who would help 'fix' that problem for a 16 year old, but she felt that she couldn't ask anyone. Hermaphrodites weren't completely unheard of in recent years, and there was no huge social stigma against them - at least, not more than any other race or belief - but that didn't make it any easier. The real problem, she told herself, was that she was too big.
She wasn't ashamed of her body: 5'10'' and husky from years of softball and weight lifting (not to mention sundry other sports) underneath the black-and-white of her Zebra fur, C-cups that never spilled out of her shirts unless she wanted them too, and a 7.5 inch cock with thickness comparable to the glass soda bottle she used as a dildo (naturally she'd tried 'self-fucking', but it refused to work). As a matter of fact, she was proud of it, making a point of posing nude in front of her bedroom mirror (full-length) first thing every morning.
This always got her good and hard, which she would have to jerk off at some point before leaving for school. She didn't particularly like doing it in the bathroom, either while showering (she worried a little about how she smelled, and showered mornings and after any hard exercise) or by spurting it directly into the toilet, but it took care of the clean-up problem. Given the chance to do so, usually when her daddy was out of the house for whatever reason, she liked to lay on her bed, dildoing her tight, wet pussy with the soda bottle while she jacked off (which she called 'double-jacking), holding off and balancing herself until she came simultaneously from both pussy and cock (a 'double-cum'), shooting a load all over her belly and tits, sometimes further if she was particularly horny. If she had the time, she would rub the spunk into her fur - and the pussy juice as well, when circumstances allowed - and 'wear' it around the house, telling herself how dirty a whore she was. Time permitting, she would masturbate and soak herself again and again and again, smelling more and more like what she thought a gangbanged whore would - until her daddy was about to come home, and then she'd shower it off, satisfied.
Lately, though, that hadn't been enough. She'd jack off in the morning before school and end up so horny there that she was fighting to keep her erection small enough to escape notice. She'd come home and jack off again, then go out for sports - softball in this case - and still fight to keep her cock under control. Then she'd jack off yet again before or after dinner, and that seemed to finally be enough... until she woke up the next day and had to repeat it all.
She could handle having to keep it down at school, and it wasn't too hard to jack off during lunch, but at home - that was the embarrassing part. Kayla didn't like wearing loose pants all the time to hide a boner in, and so at home, whenever she could, she stripped down to a t-shirt and snug panties.
The problem came when she realized that she might be teasing her daddy that way. For the longest time, she'd figured that, since they both had the same groin parts, it wasn't a huge deal for her to show off her hardon around him, all straining against the relatively tight panties, as long as it didn't get free. But... he hadn't dated at all since her mommy died, and the tightness caused by a hard dick, she learned to her horror one recent morning, also stretched her panties around her pussy lips. And the t-shirt - she wore them without a bra or any kind of padding, so he was getting to see a tightly defined set of boobs on a regular basis, in addition to her ass and pussy. Was she torturing him?
Tom's wife was an angel and a demon - a demon in bed and an angel everywhere else. There wasn't anything in the old house that didn't remind him of her, and for his own sanity he took advantage of the settlement money (Shannon was hit by an unusually moral lawyer, who did everything he could to help the Moores in their crisis, even paying for her hospital bills) and moved to another state, even changing jobs from corporate accounting to taking a job as a manager at a software company. For the first year or so the shock of being alone in bed had been enough to kill his sex drive, and for a while afterwards he'd made do by jacking off when Kayla wasn't around - not very often.
But she was growing now, and filling out nicely. Very nicely. Extremely nicely. Better than Shannon, actually, which probably meant that Kayla was getting her physique from him. And it was a problem.
He knew she wasn't doing it to tease him, but she liked to wear tight clothes at home. It was because of that dick of hers, bigger than his when erect, and how she had to keep it hidden most of the time. But at home, he'd assured her that she didn't have to hide it, and went out of his way to make sure she wasn't ashamed of his body - they both did, him and Shannon, practically since the time Kayla could speak, through praise and a home-schooling plan that was geared towards herm children and cubs. Her wearing tight clothes at home was actually his idea, figuring that she ought to be able to dress how she liked in the one place safe enough (perceived and actual) for her to do so - but it was a bit hard on him. Seeing a bulge wasn't too odd, but seeing everything else, well...
In the past couple of years, he made a habit of going out and renting porn to watch while Kayla wasn't around - this was typically when she was out playing a game/match of little importance (of course he made sure to see her important games!) or working out at the city rec center. It wasn't the same, but jacking off to a cute young thing getting fucked like a champ by some guy took some of the pressure off.
One morning, Kayla was double-jacking as usual, trying to take the heat off before school. Usually, she made sure to check and see that Daddy was already off to work the early shift, just to be sure, but she'd had a dream where a group of football players and their cheerleader girlfriends invited her to one of their orgies - the old cliche - and, naturally, her alarm had gone off before she could get her turn in. So she'd woken up impressively horny, and didn't want to wait to cum.
Tom hadn't gone to work yet. In fact, he was just waking up, having been told yesterday that he would need to come in late the next few days to cover for a sick coworker, and was taking advantage of a rare chance to sleep in.
Then he heard the moans.
Kayla just couldn't be bothered to stay quiet today. Her father was at work, the walls were thick enough and the lawn was big enough for it not to be a problem, and she desperately wanted to cum. "C'mon, cum, just cum, I need it. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me - everyone fuck me and cum on me!" she cried out.
Tom didn't just hear this; he was watching it. Worried about his darling little sunshine, he'd snuck over to her room and, just as he was opening the door, he heard her begging for someone to fuck her, and so loudly that she apparently (hopefully) didn't hear him. He wanted to turn away, but in truth, after his daughter had been born, he'd begun to harbor a secret fetish for hermaphrodite females - and now there was one in front of him, jacking and fingering off, writhing around like a sex-thirsty slut, crying out for a good fuck.
She was his daughter, for crying out loud (no pun intended, he had to add, making him question his resolve)! But he just... couldn't... turn away. His own cock began to get hard, and as he was considering jacking off, he heard her give a final not-quite-scream as she came - from both ends! She spurted and squirted as he watched, hypnotized, pumping out more cum than he thought he ever could all over herself, and just when he was starting to wonder how she was going to clean up, he got the shock of his life.
Really, no father not already fucking the crap out of their daughter wants to know that she's a slut - but here was proof. Tom, firmly not included in that prior category, watched as she rounded up and rubbed the cum and juices onto - no, into - her black-and-white zebra body, starting with her toned abs and working her way up to her ample breasts, now heaving with delight. "Cum on me, cum all over me, I'm your slut, I'm your whore, make me smell like you, smell like a whore..." she moaned, to his redoubled shock (and lust, he felt sorry to admit).
She clearly thought that he wasn't there, and on reflection realized that he hadn't told her, so he snuck back to his room, dressed quickly, and slipped out the door as quietly as he could. He spent the next few hours at a diner, trying to keep his erection down with free refills of coffee. That afternoon, just before she would get home, he called from work and left a message explaining how he suddenly had to work late the rest of the week (and, wake up later in the day).
Every morning for the rest of the week, he made pancakes for her, 'just because'. Deep in his subconscious, he wanted to reward her for being so open with herself sexually, but hadn't consciously come to that conclusion yet and wouldn't have admitted it even if he did. He wanted to admit even less that he couldn't get it out of his mind, and was getting more erections than ever at work remembering it. Images of it flashed in his mind whenever he jacked off from then on, and though he felt ashamed, he couldn't get himself to stop cumming with them.
A couple of weeks later, the opposite happened.
Tom had just driven Kayla to an exhibition game (against the middle school team, apparently so that they would have some idea of what high school softball played like) and was settling down to an afternoon of porn and relief. He failed to learn the lesson he should've learned from his daughter, and forgot to check to make sure he was completely alone...
As it turned out, there was a problem with the sprinklers at the middle school, and the fields were so completely drenched that they had to cancel the game. Some of her teammates stayed behind to give pointers, but Kayla elected to go home - she wasn't the best at teaching anyway - and caught a ride with a friend. Her cell phone was dead, but it was such a close distance that she figured it didn't really matter.
"That's odd...?" It wasn't something you normally said out loud, but it was just that odd. It had been a warm, sunny day so it wasn't too surprising that the living room blinds, easily visible from the street, were closed - but the actual windows were closed too. The house would be roasting inside - "Did Daddy close the windows and - no, his car's still here. And so is he?"
Something about this seemed a little odd, so she went around back. The yards on their block were all separated by high fences and bushes for privacy, and her worry was that someone might have taken advantage of this and broken in, but none of the windows were broken that she could see. So she decided to peek into the living room from the dining room window (the blinds were left partially open, since it didn't face the sun), and got the shock of her life.
Her father, sitting without pants on the living room couch, was watching some kind of porn on TV. His cock was clearly erect, sticking up like a flagpole, and it looked like he'd just been enjoying the scene (a mouse girl being eaten out by an older rhino dude in preparation for a deep, hard fuck), just relaxing and letting it get hard without restriction until the action began. And it soon began.
It might have been better for her to turn away, but the flat-out wrongness of it all was... giving her a boner?! True, she didn't normally watch porn on- or offline (Daddy always tried to be around for her sake, ever since Mommy died, which made it difficult), but when she did... She was aware of her voyeuristic streak, but spying on her own father...
She couldn't turn away as the scene on the TV moved into the main event (the mouse wrapped her legs around the rhino, who fucked her where he stood), and couldn't stop watching her own father, the man who'd washed him until she turned 8, who'd made time for her to the point that it cut into his own personal life, and had held her whenever she had to cry out her frustrations with life - she watched him lower a hand to his cock, that same piece of meat that made her so many years ago, and start jerking it.
A normal girl would turn away at this point. The porn might be fun to watch and save for a future masturbatory session, but a normal girl wouldn't want to see her father jerking it... right? And she was normal... right?
Her hard dick, now straining against her uniform, told her otherwise. It didn't think she was normal, at least when it came to this situation, and Kayla realized that she was going to have a spot on her pants that wouldn't be fun to explain. So, after looking around to make sure no neighbors could see her, she slid her pants and panties down a little, enough for her dick to emerge and get a little fresh air - that was all. Just some air. She wasn't going to jack off too, she told herself.
But she couldn't turn away. She watched as the couple on the TV went into a mid-air doggy-style position, and her father closed his eyes as he jerked. She continued to watch while the camera moved to show the couple from the front as they switched to a mid-air cowgirl; then they both began to cum, his balls moving as they spurted cum into her (and also oozed down his member), and a stream of liquid shot from her pussy, barely missing the lens. She tried to not watch her Daddy start to moan, leaning back and lifting off the couch a little as he began moving faster, and she tried not to reach down and relieve her own pulsing cock - she failed miserably.
While one hand went to work on her dick, her free hand dove under her shirt and pinched her nipples in a rolling motion. Tom was starting to reach his limit, and so was Kayla. She was watching him so intently that, when she saw the white liquid shoot up once, twice, thrice - she lost it herself. As her father made a mess of the living room carpet, she marked the wall outside the kitchen as hers, biting her lip to stay quiet while he had no such reservations. The cry he made when he came dug its way into her mind; there was no way she could remember the video without also seeing her loving father cumming to it with that cry.
Seeing that the show was over, Kayla used a tissue to clean herself off as well as she could, then snuck off to a nearby bakery for a post-orgasm pizza roll. Her mind reeled at what she had seen, but she recovered quickly. She borrowed a phone charger off of the lady at the register and called home, explaining to the answering machine that she was on her way.
Kayla insisted on making dinner that night (spaghetti, since she wasn't much of a cook), not telling him that it was her idea of a reward in honor of giving her some jerkoff material. For the next couple of weeks, that scene she'd witnessed was what she imagined to shamelessly double-jack herself to harder double-cums than ever before.
Seeing each other in the throes of orgasm had a profound effect on father and daughter, but it was especially noticeable around the house. The compliments they paid each other were increasingly coming close to the 'line' - "Your butt looks real good in those jeans, Daddy - you oughta show it off to the ladies", "Sweetie, are you sure you're not trying to tease your fans with that tight uniform?"
Kayla made an effort to wear more revealing clothes around the house, moving from t-shirts to spandex exercise tops and asking her father if she was sexy, as she danced around in the panties she bought new every other day. She tried to come home at stranger times than before, hoping to catch him in the act again - to no avail. For his part, Tom began leaving his shirt off around the house, showing off the still-firm upper body he'd cultivated for his dear Shannon's pleasure - and now, bared for his darling Kayla.
They'd also begun to get more physical with each other, swatting butts and hugging more often. Without really realizing that they'd already been seen by each other, they altered their masturbation habits and timing, in the hopes of getting caught by 'accident' and jerked off to. Tom began jacking off more, and for longer, until the time that Kayla was supposed to come home from school - but she never saw him. And Kayla started double-jerking when she knew her father was still in the house, keeping her voice down but leaving her door unlocked - and ajar - but he never saw her.
This continued on for another couple of weeks, the two masturbating more than ever, with less and less caution - but somehow continuing to grow hornier. They knew what they wanted, but didn't want to act on it.
It all came to a head one sunny day, not too long before summer vacation started for Kayla. She had a game almost right after school, and needed a ride there - so far so good, nothing out of the ordinary. Tom dropped her off as always, then went home and started up some porn that was increasingly not as satisfying as seeing his daughter rub cum into her bare fur.
The storm crept up slowly, and by the start of the game, there were only a few clouds in the sky. Those few soon became many, and by the second inning dark clouds were right on the horizon, and coming up fast. They tried to continue the game, but by the the third inning the clouds were right on top of them, and two pitches later it was pouring rain - and then the wind picked up. The game was quickly called off (due to wind), and, like her teammates, Kayla called home. "Hello, Daddy? Can you come pick me up? It's raining buckets and the game got called."
Tom was getting close to cumming when he heard her over the answering machine, and the combination of that plus fantasy and porn told him that it wasn't going to be easy - but he paused the DVD and picked up the receiver anyway. He was a father first and a man second. "Yeah, darling - I'll be right there." He turned the TV off, threw some pants and a shirt on, then slipped out the door as nonchalantly as he could, not wanting to advertise his hard cock to the neighborhood. Hopefully it would go down by the time he got there.
Halfway to the other school's field, Tom hit the rain. It wasn't coming down by the bucketful, but it was still heavy for early June - bad enough to not want to be walking around, even wearing rain gear no one would want to wear because it was June, but not so bad he couldn't drive. Yeah, game-canceling weather at its finest. One hell of a summer storm, too, what with the wind and all; he saw a few branches too, big ones, flying by as he drove.
As Tom pulled up to the school, he texted Kayla to let her know he was there. A few minutes later, she came running up with her gear, desperately trying (and failing) to not get wet. "Are you okay?" he asked, as he turned on the heater.
"I've never seen it rain this hard in June before." The temperature was in the 60s when they'd started playing, but the storm brought it down to the 50s and she was shivering a little. She was generally lucky enough not to get her games rained out and it always bugged her when something like this happened.
"Me neither. Here, kick off your shoes; I'll turn the heater downwards." It felt odd to say that when the day had been so pleasant earlier, but the heat soon started blowing out and Kayla visibly looked better, brightening up and almost looking happy.
"Thanks for coming so quickly."
"Yeah. Wanna go get some ice cream? Wash away the rain," he invited, eyebrow raised.
"Ooo-yeah!"
A couple of cheap parfaits and 20 minutes later, they were home. Unfortunately, the clouds had been following them and now their neighborhood was getting the same wind and rain as the school, but one mad dash out of the car later they were inside and safe. "Weird weather, huh?"
"Yeah. Uuuugh!" Kayla groaned. "I was so ready to win that one too!" She dropped her bag down and tossed her shoes and socks off to the side.
"Here, I'll get the towels while you change, okay?"
"Okay. Thanks Daddy." She hustled off to her room for dry clothes.
Tom got a couple of sun towels out from the hall closet (a white-and-blue striped one and a pink-and-red one with a bunch of hearts on it that Kayla had picked out) and cracked open the door to toss them into her room - "Ooof!" - apparently hitting Kayla without looking. A couple of minutes later she emerged, dressed in an exercise top and panties.
She apparently hadn't realized just how obvious it was that, while the cold was doing a good job of keeping her cock down, it was also making nipples stand out hard. "Isn't it a little cold for that, darling?" he asked, unable to resist.
"No, I'm fine - can we have hot chocolate?"
"What, first ice cream and now hot chocolate? Sure, why not? It's been that kind of day..." He wandered off into the kitchen.
Sure, it was cold out but the house itself was pretty warm now that the heater had kicked in... And then she finally looked down, realizing what Daddy had meant. The pervert, she giggled to herself. Well, now what? She flopped down onto the couch and turned on the TV, hoping to find something fun. Instead, the DVD player screensaver came up. Curious, she pressed mute (wanting to see what Daddy was watching before turning the player off) then play, and porn filled the screen.
It was the same one that she spied through the kitchen window, about two weeks ago, with the mouse and the rhino. The one that had been playing through her mind regularly that whole time, in the background of her beautiful Daddy jerking off his dick and spraying his thick cum - wasting it. She couldn't take her eyes off of it now, and her body started generating heat and lust pretty much the second she recognized what she was now watching.
"Hey, Darling? How hot do you want your cocoa?" Tom called from the kitchen, but his daughter didn't answer. "Kayla?"
"Uh... oh! - uh, hot!"
She sounded distracted, but that wasn't too odd for her. He'd been wondering lately if it was time to get her tested for some attention-deficit disorder, and reminded himself to bring it up with her later as the microwave finished boiling the water. He removed the glass measuring cup and carefully poured both the powder and the water into her cup at the same time, a trick he learned when she was in grade school, then did his own the same way. It had become a father-daughter tradition to drink it that way, somehow.
When he brought them out, he had to steady himself to try and not drop the cups; Kayla was watching the DVD he'd left in the player and was masturbating to it, the same way she did that one morning a month ago. One hand tightly around her hard cock, jerking it slowly, and the other shoving into her pussy. Precum and juices flowed steadily from both. "Da-Darling?" She jumped at his words. "What are... you doing?"
"I... I'm... Daddy, I can't stop! Not now! Please!" She closed her eyes and started pleasing herself even more desperately. "Ohgod, I'm so hot right now! Don't make me stop Daddy!"
He wanted to say that he was shocked, but in truth Kayla, on her back and wearing her panties around one ankle, with her top pulled up to reveal those firm young tits and hard nipples he'd seen earlier, was hotter than the movie. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the words. He wanted to tell her to stop, to pull her panties up and her top down, and set some new ground rules about masturbating at home, but his mouth wouldn't move. He wanted to do the right thing, to turn away and give her some privacy to finish, but couldn't stop watching. He wanted to be a good father, and not try to take advantage, but...
"Keep going, darling. Go ahead and finish. You're almost there - just a little more..."
To her confusion, her father talking to her kindly and supportively when he really didn't need to sent her over the edge. "aaAAAAAaaaahhhhgggghh!" she cried, as she felt her cock explode throughout her body while it sprayed cum into the canyon of her breasts, and felt her pussy vibrate into every tip she had as it splashed a little into her hand. Not only did she double-cum without trying to, it had been a very strong one, rendering her immobile and incoherent for a few minutes.
"Are you okay, Kayla? Do you need some water?" He saw the smallest of headshakes. "Hot chocolate?" Again, the barest of nods. "Okay, be careful." He put his cup down, then tilted her head up as gently as he could, putting her cup to her long lips and tilting it a little. "Good?" Tiny nod. "Want more?" Little shake. "Okay. I'm going to put your cup on the table. Let me know when you can talk." He set her cup down and sat next to her, resting her pretty head on his thigh.
She seemed out of it now - he'd been expecting a repeat of that one time, but he was beginning to think that that had been a one-off, or maybe she was just too tired to move? It had been so long... He tried not to think about the last time he and Shannon had done it, but the memories came anyway, cut off only by Kayla pushing on his leg to get his attention.
"Daddy...?"
"Yeah, darling?"
"How come you let me finish?"
"You sounded like you needed it."
"Oh." She laughed a little. "I guess I really did..."
They sat in silence for a minute. Tom began rubbing his daughter's head in that way she liked, scratching her neck while kneading her scalp, then switching periodically. "Darling?"
"Uhhuh?"
"Do you do that often?" He saw her flush a little. "You can tell me, I just want to know what's going on. And that you're not out having sex with guys yet, or doing something dangerous."
Kayla hesitated a second, then realized that she really didn't have much else to keep private from him. "T-twice a day. Morning and evening."
"Is it just because you're, uh, you're just that horny?" He thought he would have said 'horny' with some sort of 'older generation trying to keep up with the hip language' inflection, but he really just made 'you're' sound strange. It was his daughter, after all.
"I can't concentrate without it." The words were coming easier now. He wouldn't tell anyone, wouldn't try to use this facet of herself against her. She felt safe around him, and at home. "Usually, I 'double-jack', and sometimes I 'double-cum', but this one was... intense."
"It looked like it. Are you okay, though?"
"I think so. Feels so warm..."
"Well, you're young. It's best to enjoy it, but I'm worried now. Is this why your grades have been slipping?"
"I- Maybe. But it's worse when I can't cum."
"...where did you learn that word?"
"At school. Everyone uses it now."
They sat in more silence. Tom leaned her head up a little more and started rubbing her neck. "Daddy?" Kayla broke the silence, deciding that she needed to come clean. "Um, I've seen that movie before."
"Oh?"
"I- I-saw-you-while-you-were-watching-it," she spit out, knowing that she couldn't say it any other way.
She couldn't see it, but his face turned red enough to justify that tired old joke about zebras. "...Oh."
"And... it... it made me horny." Well, no more barriers. "I've been masturbating thinking about it for a couple of weeks."
That... was close to what he was doing. "Ah. That's, uh, not... right..."
"I know! But I can't stop..."
Well, no more barriers. "The truth is, darling, I've... I saw you too, about a month ago."
A month... oh! "That day you told me you'd be working later all week?"
"Yeah."
More silence. "Did... Do I turn you on, Daddy?" Both zebras were blushing and trying not to look each other in the eye, but knew that they needed to.
"...yeah. I'm sorry, darling."
"No, don't be. Please?" She struggled to get up, finally managing to sit upright on the couch - and then leaned into a side-hug. "It's okay by me."
"That really isn't the right thing to think..."
"But it's what I think." She sucked up her courage, trying to think straight through the orgasm-drugged mist. "I want you to jack off to me. And if you saw me that morning, you know I want you to... to cum on me. Please?"
"...no. That's going too far. We're father and daughter..."
"Do we have to be? I- I can be your, um, lover? My name is ...Katelynn. I'm Katelynn, hi. Nice to meet you."
Was she serious? She had to know why they couldn't just toss away a whole evolutionary cycle's worth of genetic predisposition against incest. But she put her hand on his cock, which he realized had been hard this whole time, straining against his pants and making a quarter-sized wet spot at the tip. His precum was even beginning to leak through his sweat pants now. "Move your hand Kat- Kayla."
"I'm Katelynn. Kayla's your daughter - I'm not your daughter, I'm Katelynn." She got up, finding that she had strength in her legs, and kissed him deeply with no resistance. "You need this, Mister Moore," she said when they finally unlocked.
Tom couldn't stop her. It had been such a long time since anyone had wanted sex with him, mostly through his own damn fault, and his body only saw a beautiful, well-toned young zebra standing in front of him. "Darling..." was all he could say.
She took this as acceptance and pulled his pants down over his cock; defeated, he lifted up a little to help. He could see the cum staining her in spots from her breasts down to her bikini line (not that she could ever wear one), and somehow that helped. He wasn't the only one to defile her. She wasn't his virginal, pure daughter. Katelynn, standing before him, wanted to smell like a whore, smell like him, smell like both of them. "Can I jack you off, Da- Mister Moore?"
"Yeah, do it," he said quickly.
Jacking oneself off was always second nature, but it seemed like jacking someone else off took a little bit of practice, to know what they felt most and to learn their limits. Ka...telynn was doing quite well though, her warm hand slicking up and down the skin of his cock, alternating between rubbing it over the surface, and just gripping the flesh to pull it up and down, up and down. "Don't hold back, just let go..."
He'd told himself for years that he was a father first and a man second, but now the lines were blurring. He told himself to think of her as Katelynn, a one-time stand who wanted a cum out of him to stay equal, a cum for a cum - and couldn't. She was Kayla, his daughter, who wanted a cum out of him to become his equal - no longer father and daughter, but Tom and Kayla. Her technique wasn't what was pushing him closer and closer to the edge, which if he fell off would drop them both straight into the immorality of incest as well as launch them both into new heights of pleasure - it was her desire and love. She was doing it to help him.
There was nothing he could do. As much as Tom tried to stop it, he felt his balls pull as he came onto Kayla, spurting out harder than he could remember and covering her pretty black-and-white fur with his vile, incestuous cum. "Kaylaaaaaa..." he moaned, finally accepting it as he collapsed onto his cum-covered daughter. "I'm so sorry."
"Daddy..." She helped him onto the couch and sat down on the floor in front of him. "Watch me, Daddy." She began rubbing herself like she'd done so many times before, rubbing her cool cummy sperm, her slick, wet pussy juices, and his hot gooey spunk into her skin. Putting on a show for him, knowing that he was getting hard again from watching her, sent a hitherto unknown hot thrill through her genitals. "Oh god, Daddy, I'm hard and wet again. You're doing this, you're making me ready again!"
She continued to use one hand to rub herself, while her other hand started fondling her fully erect dick and dripping pussy. "I- I've never gotten like this so soon again!"
"Me neither, darling..." At his age, he was happy to be able to cum three times over a day - and his cock was standing up again after only a few minutes.
"Daddy, jack off on me - Daddy!" Kayla had to stop rubbing herself, giving into her body's demand to double-jack. She looked up and saw her father's eyes closed as he jerked his own cock. "I wanna smell like yours! Your bitc- mare! Your mare!"
"You're my mare darling, you're going to be my mare...!"
They continued to jack and double-jack for a few minutes, trading dirty comments to each other, but eventually: "Oh god, Kayla - I'm gonna cum again!"
"Cum on me Daddy, on me on me onme! My face, make me smell you!"
Forgetting all he knew about right and wrong for a second, Tom lifted himself off the couch and got onto his knees above Kayla's torso, cock aimed squarely at her long face. "I will baby, I'm gonna- here it comes!" His eyes fluttered as the forbidden pleasure swept over him, long strands of his cum bursting out onto his daughter's face, losing intensity and volume only after with the twelfth spurt. Losing his strength to the newly-awakened lust his daughter aroused in him, he fought to stand up and retreat back to the couch, but could only lean forward onto his hands, his still-hard cock thrusting down onto her face and coming to rest on her cheek. "Smell good, baby?"
"Yes! Yes, Daddy! Daddyyyyyyyyy!" she cried, as her own double-cum hit, again coating her chest with heavy bursts of hot cum as her hand was drenched with more sinful juice. When she regained herself, she used all her strength to move her hands up. "Watch me, Daddy... Always watch me?" she said, rubbing herself into a sticky, smelly mass of sex.
"I will, baby," he replied, rolling over next to her on the floor. "Always."
As the rain and wind blew outside, the two zebras spent their post-orgasmic bliss taking in the smell of a new step in their relationship. It didn't matter if it was sin; they were happy as they fell asleep on the floor, naked and finally spent.