Bring Your Daughter 2 the Slaughter

I plopped my sculpted ass down in my La-Z-Boy and issued forth a sigh of pure contentment, feeling bliss to a degree I'd not felt in years. Several things had come together to make the perfect weekend.

My wife was gone! Joy (if ever a name could be a lie...) was going on a business trip with some other realtor and wouldn't be back until Sunday night, and it was only Friday afternoon! For nearly three whole days I would have access to my dick, which she normally kept in a mason jar beneath the sink (don't worry, it's just a metaphor - I don't have a detachable penis, sadly). We hadn't had sex in years, she was so engrossed in her work and seemed to only care about money and success.

Then there was the James Bond marathon on TNT. Then, of course, there was the Gene-13 strain of weed I had bought from our new neighbors' son. Genetically engineered by the US government, it's extremely potent, but a completely mellow high - no paranoia. The Fritzes had just moved in next door, and having quality weed for sale so nearby was awesome.

I had just gotten out of the shower after a great workout - I had really wailed on my pecs and my chest was singing. I rolled a joint, cracked open a beer from the chair's built-in cooler, and turned on TNT just in time to see Izabella Scorupco's glorious cameltoe in Goldeneye's infamous bikini scene. This just kept getting better, what were the odds that I'd turn on the marathon in the middle of the best scene in one of the better films? My considerable endowment began filling with blood.

I guess that's something I should mention. I don't have a big cock - I have a horse cock. It makes other big ones look small. It wasn't the only factor in my wife's disinterest in fucking me, but it certainly was a factor. Before marriage, she was one of the few women capable of handling it, and she even claimed to like it. But you put a ring on a woman's finger and you never put your cock in her again. At least that's how the old saying goes, and it had rung true for me. Ever since she got pregnant with our only child, a daughter, she always complained that it's too big, it hurts too much, she has a headache, she's too busy rearranging her sock drawer, whatever.

As James Bond did his thing (which was every woman in sight), I lit the joint and hit it a couple of times. As if on cue, the unthinkable happened: I heard the front door being unlocked, and assumed it was my wife. I had waited a half hour just to be sure, but she must've gotten 15 minutes toward the airport before remembering something she'd forgotten. And now the house reeked of pot smoke. Fuckity fuck, I was in deep shit!

I sprayed some air freshener, a desperate and pointless gesture. Everyone knows the stuff doesn't work - it makes bathrooms smell like flowery shit, and it makes pot smoke smell like flowery pot smoke. But it was all I had.

Imagine my relief when my daughter Layne, not my wife, walked into the room. With her was her friend, Rose. Both 18 years old, they smoked as much pot as me and we had lit up together more than once.

Layne was a legal adult, but hadn't grown into herself yet. Lacking self-confidence, she usually wore baggy clothing, kept her chestnut hair in a ponytail, and was a quiet wallflower type. She has nothing to be ashamed of, she's pretty enough while not gorgeous, and has a hell of a rack. She didn't get it from my side of the family, judging by the modest chests in my clan. Joy's family didn't seem much different, but her distant cousin whom I'd only seen once at our wedding had a real set of melons. Joy mused that it must be a recessive gene on her side. I had long ago brushed aside concerns of cheating - while Layne's features were feminine, she bore a definite resemblance to me.

Rose, on the other hand... Oh my God, what a knockout! She doesn't have much of a chest, but she's unbelievably pretty. While my daughter is of average height & weight, Rose is petite - I'd estimate no more than 5' and 100lb., with long blonde hair. Her looks and her outgoing personality had made her the head cheerleader in high school. I'm not sure how she ended up close friends with my daughter, they were polar opposites. My best guess was that, given nation's history with marijuana laws, they were in a small cadre of people who liked it, and had found each other in the sea of beer-swilling yokels. Or perhaps Rose had hidden insecurities and used my daughter to feel better about herself. I could only speculate; while we got along well enough, I wasn't really close enough to them to ask without it being weird.

Oddly, Layne was dressed like Rose today. They both had on haltertops, my daughters showing off her voluptuousness. Layne also wore a skirt, predictably not quite as short as Rose's, but that would be difficult since Rose's was pretty much X-rated. I was used to seeing Rose like this - part of my lust for her - but it was entirely new for Layne. I didn't even know my baby had clothing like this, they must either be brand new, or she'd been hiding them from Joy and me. There's no way she could have borrowed Rose's threads, they would've been much too small.

"Yikes, you scared the shit out of me!" I exclaimed, eyeing my daughter strangely. "I thought you were mom and I was about to get yelled at" I chuckled.

Layne laughed with me. "Sorry dad, I should've called. Would it make you feel better if we shared that joint with you?" She smiled wryly as if smoking my weed would benefit me and not them. I laughed at her quip, I was happy enough to share. Especially with Rose... But Layne was closer, so I held the joint out to her. She and Rose had a few pulls before Rose handed it back to me. When our hands touched our eyes met. Was there a mischievous glint in her eyes? More likely the pot was playing with my mind. I felt an electric current go through me regardless.

It was fair to say I had a crush on Rose. Yeah, I'm a dirty old man, but in my defense I never tried anything. There's a big difference between thinking about fucking her while I masturbated - which I did every time - and actually creeping on the poor girl. I was certain she viewed me as a decrepit old man and would probably barf up the 2 leaves of lettuce a girl her size must call lunch, were I to even vaguely imply interest in her.

That's why I was taken aback when she asked if I'd been working out and complimented my muscles. If she had seen me in the past as a boring old guy, it seemed that might have changed within the past few months as I'd gotten into lifting.

"Yaa" I imitated Arnold Schwarzeneggar, "I vorship at de iahn temple." She replied with laughter that seemed genuine but a bit too much. Either the weed was getting to her, or she was flirting with me. I guessed the former, until she met my gaze and began twirling a few strands of hair. At that point I couldn't be too sure...

"Mind if we watch the movie with you dad?" I nodded, pointing toward the couch. They opted for the loveseat instead, which was fine by me as it was closer to my recliner. We bantered a bit as we watched the rest of Goldeneye and the sun set in a beautiful palette of reds and oranges.

After the intro to Casino Royale, during the boring intro with music & credits, I stole a glance at the girls only to find them already looking at me. My eyebrows went up in mild surprise and I asked if they wanted to smoke some more weed.

"I think we're OK on that," Layne replied dreamily, eyes red and slitted. "But how about a beer?" I obliged and grabbed 3 out of the cooler. Rose eyes also betrayed how stoned she was, and I only realized how high I also was when I balked at getting up to walk a few feet and deliver their beer. You know you're blazed when getting up seems like a difficult task. But the prospect of simply being closer to Rose was exhilarating and motivated me. When I handed over the beers, Rose suggested I sit down with them and Layne agreed. I looked dubiously down at the loveseat, it seemed crowded enough with only the two of them on it. And they were women, one medium and one small. My large male frame would barely fit.

But they shifted to each side, making room for me in the middle with my daughter on the left. It was a tight fit, and each of my legs was flush against one of theirs. I think that, without the weed, I would have realized what was going to happen. But it took me completely by surprise when Mr. Happy started waking up. This was really, really bad - I had an old pair of jeans on that wouldn't conceal a normal boner, much less my lethal weapon, and there were no shawls or pillows on the couch I could cover my crotch with - not that it would have seemed the least bit natural to do so.

The girls watched the movie though, giving no indication that they had noticed. I watched it too, partly because it was entertaining, and partly in the hope that my erection would fade. It did not. My right leg wasn't simply touching Rose's, it was mashed alongside it from hip to knee. Same for my left leg with Layne. My erection grew to full capacity.

I looked over at Layne and realized she was really pretty cute. It's not that I hadn't noticed this before, it's that I had noticed it in a fatherly way. But I had never seen her in such revealing clothing. Then there was the weed, the beer, and the proximity to my crush, Rose. All of it together had me riled up and I was now looking at my daughter in a very unfatherly way.

As if reading my thoughts and agreeing, Layne rested her head against my sculpted shoulder, prompting me to put an arm around her. Noticing this, Rose did the same. Was it oneupsmanship between them? What was going on here? Not that I was complaining...

My dick somehow got even harder, if this continued I was at risk of cumming in my pants. I hadn't had sex in over 18 years, my only outlet was showering with Johnson & Johnson & johnson. Now I had each arm around an attractive 18 year old girl, one of them my daughter, my hands resting on the sides of their bellies, their heads lain upon my shoulders. I couldn't believe my luck, and felt I could die happily right then and there.

If this was a game between them, Rose made the next move. She took my right hand in hers and moved it from her belly to her small right breast, sighing in pleasure. Holy shit! Up until now the events of the night had plausible deniability. The girls could simply have been watching a movie with an older guy they felt safe around, who they knew wouldn't be pervy with them. But this changed everything.

My daughter did the same with my left hand, putting it on her considerably larger breast. The rubicon crossed, I began fondling their tits. They responded with various cooing, sighing, and a few moans. Layne made the next move in their game (they seemed to be taking turns - had this been planned out?) by putting her hand directly on my giant erection through my jeans, down toward the head. This time the other girl didn't take her time, Rose's hand landed on it just a second later, up near the base. They began stroking it lightly. I groaned in ecstatic approval.

"Dad..." Layne at last spoke verbally, after having said a hell of a lot with her hands, "Do you remember that time I accidentally saw you getting out of the shower?" My God, did I ever. "Well" she continued, "That wasn't an accident. It's impossible to conceal something like that, I've always known you were big. But I was curious about just HOW big. I couldn't believe my eyes, and ever since that day I've been fantasizing about you. I told Rose, and she's been hot for you too. Then you started lifting weights and got all hunky, then we realized you smoke weed..." she trailed off.

If my hands weren't on their tits I would have used one to pinch myself. This couldn't be happening, could it? It must be a dream, right? Oh my fucking GOD! "Remember how Rose and I went vegan?" my daughter continued, "All those zucchinis, cucumbers, and eggplants? Well, we were eating them, but we were also doing something else with them..."

"Practicing for your dick!" Rose continued where Layne left off. "When Layne told me how long and thick it was, I knew we could never fuck you without practice. So I had the idea of going vegan to have an excuse to buy all those long, thick vegetables. We've been fucking ourselves and each other silly with them for a while now, and I think we're finally ready for you."

The spergy part of my mind marveled that I finally understood how two very different girls were such close friends. The rest of me felt utterly electrocuted. In a good way, not the charred-black-death way. "Holy fucking shit" I thought to myself, unable to believe what was happening. It occurred to me again that this MUST be a dream, this couldn't possibly be happening. This was like winning two giant lotto payouts at once.

Wordlessly, Layne unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans while Rose tugged them down, and my boxers with them. My huge cock sprang up, finally released from its prison. Both girls gasped, then grabbed it enthusiastically. It wasn't a race, there was more than enough room for their four hands along my lengthy shaft. Layne's hands were bigger, but she couldn't even come close to wrapping them all the way around my girth. Rose's right hand was the one closest to the tip, and she peeled back my uncut foreskin gleefully. She tried taking the head in her mouth, but it was the size of a medium orange and wouldn't fit, so she satisfied herself (and me) by running her lips and tongue all over it, paying special attention to my pisshole, while their four hands stroked me in unison.

I could take no more. I began moaning hoarsely and, with Rose suctioning my pisshole, shot my first spurt directly into her mouth. In some of my masturbatory fantasies of this exact scenario (minus Layne), Rose was an expert and swallowed every drop. In others, she was new to it and got overwhelmed, gagging on the cum and reeling back in surprise as I shot rope after rope on her face and tits. Both fantasies were equally arousing.

The reality was the first scenario, Rose gulped down exactly three spurts before Layne took over, expertly timing it in between contractions so as not to waste a drop. Like Rose, my daughter drank every drop of jizz allotted to her.

"Holy... oh my... oh, oh, oh GOD!" I stammered eloquently. At that moment a toddler with down's syndrome would have outscored me on an IQ test. To my delight, the girls began French kissing, swapping my cum between them, feeling each others tits and twats. While they played tonsil hockey, I helped them out of their clothing, first Rose, which was as enjoyable as I could have hoped, then Layne, which was a delectable experience in its own right - one I had never fantasized about, but found incredibly enjoyable. Especially considering her new sexy attire.

While lacking Rose's classic beauty, Layne was certainly cute in a girl-next-door way, with what I found out were large, highly delineated areolae as well as huge nipples. The added taboo element of this being incestuous more than made up for her not being as 'hot,' something which is overrated anyway. I was in heaven. The girls had only broken their kiss twice, as I had removed each of their haltertops.

Now fully naked, still liplocked and fingering each other with one hand, and each with the other hand on the other's breast, my daughter went a bit farther and began fisting Rose. My dick had never gone limp, but it had sagged down to a semi. Give me a break, I'm middle aged. Anyway, I instantly got diamond-hard again upon seeing this latest development. You see, in my fantasies, there was always the notion in the back of my mind that even if Rose and I DID somehow ever attempt sex against all odds, it wouldn't work due to her youth and inexperience - an 18 year old girl would never be able to fit a cock the size of mine.

But now, seeing my daughter fist her, and having been told about what they were doing with all those vegetables I'd been buying at the supermarket, I began to think it might actually be possible. They broke off their kiss, my daughter's hand plopping out of Rose's loose pussy, and looked at me together. "I'm ready," Rose told me hoarsely. I had never seen a woman in such a state of lust. I've seen the fake bullshit porn with bad acting - plenty of it - and I've also seen the porn where the woman is actually into it. But even then, there was no comparison. Rose was like an animal in heat. "Lie down" she commanded.

I did as instructed, right there on the floor in front of the loveseat, after roughly shoving the coffee table out of the way. Rose wasted no time in straddling me. There was nothing slow, romantic, or intimate about this. She grunted savagely as she sat on my cock. Her shaved pussy looked loose, especially on her small frame - but then, my cock is huge, and she actually felt quite tight. She wiggled her hips a bit and the head slipped inside her. Gradually the rest quickly followed, accompanied by her moaning and groaning.

I had shot countless loads into the shower drain imagining this very moment, always believing it wouldn't even be possible in the back of my mind, as I fucked that slut we all know so well - Palmella Handerson. Or that if it were possible, only a fraction of my length would fit in her. Or that she would be in pain - something I'm not into at all.

Instead, as her lips stretched whorishly to take in every inch of my girth and length, my hands firmly clutching her buttocks, she had a massive orgasm. I felt her pussy clenching around me and could take no more - for the second time that night, my orange-sized balls emptied themselves. I moaned on repeat as I shot glob after glob of creamy semen deep into Rose's welcoming 18 year old gash. The knowledge that a lot of the cum was going into her uterus strongly intensified my climax.

I was seeing stars, I had never had such a powerful orgasm in my life. The second most powerful one (by far) had happened just moments earlier as they greedily slurped down my seed, but it didn't compare to this latest one. The culmination of my fantasies about Rose, it had gone down way better than I ever could have hoped for. Not that I could have hoped for it to ever happen at all - I've already been over the misgivings I'd had about it.

Rose remained in place atop me, my dick at 75% still planted inside her, a look of dazed bliss on her face. Layne brought me out of my reverie by kissing me on the lips. "Holy shit!" I thought, "This is my fuckin' daughter!" Any lingering thoughts about her not being as hot as Rose went out the window, the taboo nature of it (and her giant tits & nipples) easily made up the difference. I grabbed the back of her head and pressed her face against mine as our tongues danced, my other hand playing with her tit.

We kissed for quite awhile, it was surprisingly intimate. Finally, Layne reluctantly pulled away. Her eyes locked on mine, she smiled and said "My turn!" With that, she helped Rose, still dazed and confused, off of my huge todger, then took her place, straddling me as Rose had. Hardness which was 75% quickly became 100%, then, if possible, 110%. My daughter and I gazed into each others' eyes as she slowly lowered her pussy onto my giant throbbing cock.

Her pussy was significantly tighter than Rose's. While she gyrated her hips trying to get it in, I looked over to see Rose cupping her hand under her vagina, squirting massive amounts of my thick, rich cum into it, then bringing it up to her lips and drinking. She did this more than once, there always seemed to be more cum in her pussy no matter how much she drank. In a fantasy she'd have been looking into my eyes as she did this, but she was staring blankly in front of her, eyes uncfocused, in a sex-crazed daze, operating on instinct like an animal in heat. To be honest, this might be even better than the fantasy.