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While I wouldn't want to do any of this in reality and I don't condone using women like objects or sex toys, as in my stories, somehow it works in fantasy.




I was 40, a successful attorney who'd grown up in Denver, the son of a prominent physician. I'd met my wife at Colorado College as an undergraduate.

While my cock is average length, maybe 8-9 inches hard, it's unusually thick. I hadn't been cut as a child so when hard I had a huge purple mushroom to look at that made me all the bigger and therefore, harder to get any women to fuck me. I was all meat and coursing blood through ropey veins.

I was so thick, my head so imposingly larger than the shaft, that the 2 women I'd had sexual dalliances with before my wife couldn't get one hand around me. Trying to fuck proved useless because once they got an eyeful of my thick meat, they'd freeze up and I couldn't get in. Over the years, I'd thought to try hookers but given my socio-economic status, was too afraid of disease or arrest.

Once I married I'd hoped that my wife and I would have the time for her to adjust. I was patient and willing to do whatever it took to finally fuck. She, on the other hand, was very repressed and could never relax enough for me to fully enter and fill her hole. I'd think I had her in my hands after much time of ministrations to her tits and pussy but when I tried to enter, she was dry as the Sahara desert. Who wanted into that sandpaper mine? It'd been a lifetime of sexual frustration!

I'd resigned myself to a lifetime of porn and had amassed a great collection. I headed down to my viewing room. Knowing no one was home, I spread out my back robe, got naked and in my favorite position: laid back in my recliner, spread-eagled, balls forward, with my huge, fat cock standing straight up?helped by my improvised rubber band as a cock ring?and in full view of a mirror I'd set up. I spread lube over all I could reach from my asshole, to my balls, to all over my meatpack, my gorgeous purple head got special attention, and up my hairy stomach and chest. I massaged myself while I enjoyed the view: my man's hairy body in the mirror.

I loved to look at my fat, engorged cock and my beefy fist pumping it!

I was watching a video of two hot blondes fingering each other. They sat side by side, opposite knees bent, and I could clearly see each one's finger slowly enter and disappear into the other's sly hole. I loved seeing those fingers pushing into the holes all pink, wet, and juicy.....heaven!!

I'd collected all I could of pussy shots with them spread wide open. I loved seeing pink, clits, and the opening to hole. I loved seeing fingers pushing into those wet holes.

About 10:30 the doorbell rang and interrupted me. I pulled off the rubber band, closed my robe, and went upstairs to answer the door. My brother- in-law was there holding up my daughter, Madeleine, Maddie for short, who appeared disheveled and out of it. Through the iron screen door I could see her breasts through a white blouse that had come undone, her skirt jacked up, her make-up smeared and her hair a rat's nest.

Maddie was a science major and cheerleader at Colorado College, home on break. She was 5"8, all long legs, with a rack I was sure guys died to touch and she had a gorgeous mane of long blonde hair, green eyes. I had no idea she drank or used drugs. Growing up we'd been close. She'd always been my buddy, my baby girl, and she'd trusted me implicitly.

My brother-in-law explained that my wife had asked him to bring her home after she'd gotten drunk and caused a scene at the first of the family events. When I opened the front door he shoved her toward me, and she leapt onto me wrapping her legs around my midriff. The top of my robe opened and her luscious tits slammed against my chest while she wrapped her legs around my middle. She was firmly pressed against my still hard dick and her underpants were hot against my hard cock. I was horny and hard. Although I'd never harbored any thoughts toward my daughter, this was a game changer.

I quickly got rid of my brother-in-law. First I rubbed her up and down my body, sort of dry humping her crotch against my dick. When I set her down onto her feet, Maddie collapsed on the foyer floor and I went down with her. After getting hard watching video of girl on girl and enduring years of scared women and their closed holes, I became high on sexual aggression when I felt this limp bundle of my daughter. I could smell her cunt juices and she was barely conscious.

I was intoxicated and, under the spell of her womanliness, I became a true letch.

I spooned her knowing those breasts were open and exposed, and started to grope her. I grabbed hold of her tits, relishing my good fortune. I figured she was drunk enough not to remember anything later so I ground my expose, hard cock into her lower back and gently, and not so gently, rubbed her tits and stomach. I squeezed each tit and they were a handful. I figured a C or D. I squeezed Ordu Escort and squeezed, figuring I might bruise her a bit but I was so horny, I didn't care. I pulled and twisted her nipples.

She moaned.....I could hardly believe my ears.


"Yes, Daddy, that feels good."

I twisted her nipples harder. I'd never felt a sadistic bone in my body before but something had overtaken me the minute I realized I was sexually enjoying my first-born.

I really went on her after that, already horny from seeing cunt holes on video and now having the possibility of the real thing. I was grounding my dick into the skin of her lower back, starting to thrust between her butt cheeks and pawing those soft mounds.

Who knows where they came from but my sadistic thoughts ping ponged to all kinds of things I'd never even imagined before?a clothespin instead of my fingers on those rigid nipples....an awareness she had an asshole which was probably, more or less, fairly relaxed. It wasn't in my interest to even care. Maddie became my buddy again when she said,

"Daddy, I have to pee."

"Ok, buddy, let me help you."

There was a powder room just off the foyer so I helped my staggering daughter into it and onto the toilet. She wasn't able to help herself much so I pulled up her mini-skirt. She had on white cotton girls' underpants with a garter belt and stockings attached. Before I let her pee, I wanted an eyeful of her little girl, innocent, white panties. I pulled her legs farther apart and noticed the crotch wasn't solid white. I ran my index finger along it and could feel it was sopping wet from my earlier ministrations. I filed away the information: she was getting off on Daddy's touch.

I moved her hips side to side to get her panties off her hips and once off them, it was relatively easy to slide them down her thighs, legs, and off each foot. Once I hand them in my right hand I could tell they were sopped in pussy juice?was Maddie my buddy in sex as well?

I took a whiff to confirm she'd been gushing in response to Daddy's touch and I got a headful of pussy scent. I stuck them in my pocket for later use....figured I could put them in a plastic bag later to retain the smells