0 comments/ 20467 views/ 1 favorites The Unkindest Cut of All By: Cal Y. Pygia Darren's cock was huge, bigger, longer, thicker, harder than it had ever been, a living testament to Lindsay's beauty. The actress was even lovelier in person than she was on film, and Darren had seen a lot of her films. In fact, he'd been in two of them himself, the leading man to her leading lady. Lying behind her, now, with his cock wedged up her gorgeous ass, he squeezed first one, and then the other, of her tits, gently but firmly, thumbing her erect nipples. She moaned, the sound soft and musical. Slowly, he drew back his hips, letting his massive erection slide slowly down, out of her rectum and through her impaled anus, until only the tip remained within the portal to her bowels. The tight circle of her asshole gripped the circumference of his penis. His hand opened and closed upon her one tit, and then the other, pressing them in the cup of his palm. She moaned again, louder. Pressing his hips forward, Darren sent his prick back through her skewered anus, slowly sliding inch after thick, hard inch of his manhood into her depths. It felt wonderful to feel the rigid column of flesh glide past the sleek, firm-soft cushions of her buttocks as it passed between the inward-curving cheeks of her ass, plunging deeper and deeper into the chasm within those silken mounds, and it was exciting to watch his organ vanish inside her ass. He shoved his groin firmly against her bottom, feeling fine, tight coils of his pubic hair crinkle against the broad expanse of her buttocks as he flattened the spongy cushions beneath him. Lindsay groaned, squirming slightly, and he twiddled her nipples. Retreating, his penis eased back through her asshole, between the relaxed sphincter, and he watched it come into view, inch after inch, as the massive organ withdrew from Lindsay's depths, glistening with the clear lubricant he'd applied before penetrating the small, type opening into her bowels--an opening, he thought, with satisfaction, that was much wider now, spread as it was, to the circumference of his cock. It was time to really fuck her, Darren thought, and, he let his prick slide again into the actress' depths, all the way to the hilt, and, with his dick filling her, rolled her under him as he turned onto his belly. He rose to his knees, tugging on her hips to signal that she should follow his lead, and they managed to adopt their new position without his cock escaping her buttocks. Now, he knelt behind Lindsay, rather than lying behind her, and he would be able to fuck her harder, faster, and deeper, which is exactly what he intended to do. He rocked, jabbing his prick into her ass in quick, short strokes, and her buttocks bounced and trembled before his staccato thrusts. Her dangling breasts swayed briskly back and forth, and the fast collisions of his pubes against her bottom caused her to stammer when she said, "Oh, b-b-baby, f-f-fuck my a-a-ass!" Don't worry, Lindsay, Darren thought, I'm going to fuck it, all right. He let the full length of his prick slide completely free of her ass. Looking down at the gaping anus between her wide-spread cheeks, he admired his handiwork. He'd stretched the little bitch's asshole to the circumference of a banana--and a big banana, at that. It looked as if her anus would never recover its former dimensions, and it might not--not completely, anyway. Still, the asshole was an amazingly elastic muscle, and it was actually a pretty safe bet, he thought, that the aperture would resume something close to its initial size, although, at the moment, it was huge, permitting him to see more than an inch into its pink interior before the walls of her rectum were lost in the darkness of her depths. His prick slid easily back into her asshole, and he felt only minimal friction along the sides of his penis as he drove the organ forward and down, back through the circle of her anus, between the stretched and relaxed sphincter, and into her bowels, eliciting a moan that was partly pleasure, he thought, and partly discomfort. The anus' elasticity was truly amazing, it was true, Darren thought, but, then, again, his cock was truly colossal as well. He smiled as he thought of what Lindsay must be feeling as he slid his big, fat prick deep into her entrails. A hard rock song was playing in the background, something Lindsay had chosen, and Darren found that, now that he'd started to fuck the actress in earnest, his hips were moving according to the harsh, frantic rhythm of the song, driving in synch with its beat. As a result, he was pummeling her ass, and she kept time to the tempo of his thrusts with her own counterthrusts, her breasts swaying to the cadence of the slap, slap, slap of his hips into her bottom, just as her buttocks flattened and sprang back to fullness in time to the discordant melody. He grinned as he delivered another slam into the firm-soft cushions of Lindsay's sleek, impaled bottom, understanding why musicians had termed their music "rock and roll." A euphemism for sexual intercourse, the phrase was inspired, both in its poetic character and in its descriptive accuracy, for Lindsay certainly rocked before him, and her increasingly wild squirms and wiggles were certainly rolls! A number of rock and roll songs, from Elvis the Pelvis' gentle "Love Me Tender" to the Doors' "Love Me Two Times" or even Jerry Lee Lewis' "Great Balls of Fire," could have been selected, but they'd left the music up to Lindsay, and she'd chosen the heavy metal song. That was all right with Darren; the music energized him, and, as if to prove it, he again opted to forego the deeper, longer strokes for shorter, quicker jabs of his cock into Lindsay's asshole, a sort of harmony to the music's rather discordant melody. Trooper that she was, Lindsay bore each thrust into her bottom with the equanimity of a veteran, rocking before his thrusts, her boobs swaying like twin, spherical metronomes beneath her, keeping time, time, time to the music that played within their bodies as well as their minds. Darren slammed his prick forward, driving the massive organ again between Lindsay's silken ass cheeks, feeling her well-lubricated, well-reamed anus slide past his cock on every side of its thick circumference. His balls collided against her perineum as his pubes crushed her buoyant buttocks, flattening them against the press of his groin, and his erection was buried inside her to its very hilt. He ground his hips hard into Lindsay's impaled ass, wishing he had more than his nine inches to insert between the creamy-pink, smooth globes of her derriere. The music, already frantic, became even more frenzied, and Darren followed its lead, furiously pumping his thick, hard cock back and forth inside the slick, wet mouth of Lindsay's anus and deep into the throat of her rectum. His lower body moved with the fluid efficiency and speed of a piston, his cock again and again plumbing her depths, coming up, as it were, for air, and plunging again into the abyss of her rectum as he lunged forward, retreated, and repeated these actions, his pubes pounding Lindsay's beleagured bottom. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room: Bap! Whap! Bap! "Uh!" Lindsay moaned through gritted teeth. "Ugh!" Darren rammed his prick harder, faster, his heart pounding and his lungs on fire. Although the room was cool, he perspired freely, his sweat running in rivulets down his shining chest and his firm, six-pack abs. He was, after all, a man, although, at the moment, he was fucking Lindsay as if he were a machine that could go on forever, with the same intense, fluid, efficient speed, in and out, back and forth, shallow and deep, forever. Lindsay moaned again, more deeply, and cried out. Although she was not quite there, not yet, she was near orgasm, Darren suspected, another minute away, at most, the climax building within her loins, building and building, like a flood that was about to burst a dam, building and building inside her. . . . A paroxysm of pleasure, so deep and intense that, for a moment, Darren thought that he might die, swept through him, and his cock, deep inside Lindsay's ass, convulsed, lurching and straining, as his balls delivered volley after volley of thick, warm semen, millions of his sperm spurting into his lover's bowels to fill her depths with his molten seed. He pulled out, his prick coming out of her asshole as if it were a python vomiting semen, and his seed splattered against her buttocks, thick and viscid, the white fluid trickling down the round mounds and along her perineum. Her wide-stretched asshole was smeared with his semen. He cried out, collapsing, his thighs scissoring, and fell atop her, his sweat a seal between their bodies, and she felt his heart pounding between her shoulder blades, as if it would burst. His hot breath came against her neck, as if it, too, were a burden of semen that his lungs, like his balls, had to release. Behind him, Darren heard an angry voice cry, "Cut!" As if he hadn't made himself clear, the director shouted again, "Cut, damn it! Cut! Cut! Cut!" As Darren lay atop Lindsay, Howard Keel, the director of the feature that they were filming, Ass Deep In Lindsay, threw up his hands, and the pages of the shooting script fluttered as they fell to the carpeted floor of the bedroom set. "Damn it, Darren! You weren't supposed to shoot your load before Lindsay came! The audience is supposed to know she got off, by seeing her cum before you do! I had the second camera practically under her tits, pointed right at her prick, so the audience could see her shoot her load, and, before she can ejaculate, you spew your cum all over her ass! Now, we'll have to shoot the whole damned scene over. You're supposed to be a pro. Didn't you even bother to read the fucking script?" As if on cue, Lindsay, having attained orgasm, ejaculated, her thick cum, splattering the lens of the camera that which had been shoved under her tummy and which the cameraman had not had a chance, yet, to remove. The Unkindest Cut of All [©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE] [Married daughter helps dad out after his prostate operation; problem is, it was vasectomy reversal and he has to control himself, at least during recovery.] I knew I could count on my wonderful daughter Arlene to help her old dad out in a time like this. I had just had a 'procedure' done and I wasn't quite up to speed. When I told her that I was having an operation 'down there', she said to say no more. She would be heading to my place to help out. Me: [at the front door] "Sweetheart, I can't believe that you are doing this. [I kiss her on the cheek.] It is such a relief to have someone like you that I can always count on." Arlene: "Oh, daddy, you are so silly. Did you think I wouldn't help out? It's no bother; Francis is on another one of his month long tours of Asia to research a book or something, so I am quite available. This should work out perfectly, since a month should be about the time you need to get back to normal." [She puts her things in the guest room; hangs a few dresses; freshens up in the bathroom; comes back out to catch up...] Me: "My God, we don't talk, you don't write, what in the world is happening in your world?" Arlene: "To be honest, Francis doesn't let me write you or email you. He lives in his own little world. I know you were against me marrying him, but you did concede that with his family ties, he should be an island of plenty during these hard times. To be sure, we haven't had to struggle to make ends meet. I don't know how he does it, or if he does anything besides collect from the family. Of late, I have wondered about his constant trips. He goes to odd places, like the Greek islands, or Indonesia and Thailand. I don't ask him about what he does there because he ordered me not to ask. One day, however, I saw on his computer that he was part of a club that travels the world [She lowered her head in shame, with her voice choking] for unusual sex with questionable partners. I made a copy of his whole hard-drive—I have it in the car. I am not sure that I want to stay with someone who is so, umm, sick. He will fly to Bangkok to be with an underage male but has no interest in his wife or family. I actually wanted to be with you as much to discuss this as to help you convalesce." Me: "I am stunned, sweetheart. Even when you date or marry someone for financial stability, you still expect a certain amount of decency. This lizard is below reproach. On the up side, your evidence on him is great. With the right law firm, getting passport records, you will have a field day in court. I will be there with a big tub of popcorn and a six pack of RC. What I want from you during this month before he gets home is an action plan to secure the best divorce in history. I will not let you go back to live with him for even 30 seconds...and that's daddy talking!" Arlene: [Waving dismissively.] "Oh daddy, you're so funny! I am 28 years old. I think I am a little bit too old to send to bed. Besides, you look strong but I am in better shape than you. Here look!" I guess I should have pointed out that Arlene had been a gymnast since she was seven. I watched her in high school almost religiously. I never ever thought of her as a woman out there until her senior year. She had just turned 18 and was on the balance beam. For years she had done that, but she always had her thighs wrapped and an ace bandage on both ankles for support. She avoided injury that way but was not exactly hot looking. Sad to say, judges are affected by that too, if only a little. But it's only a little that decides who wins. When I saw her in the championship, an adult at last at 18, she had on a new suit, with really daring high leg cutouts. Seeing my baby's smooth thighs, gorgeous athletic legs, shapely calves, and lovely smooth feet, all uncovered, tanned, and even sparkling with a few touches of glitter...well...father or not, I got excited. When she hit the balance beam and did those leg spreads, I am ashamed to admit that I got 'inspired' by her...'inspired' to the point of being rock-hard. I never told her that, and hoped that I never had to. Arlene had told me to look. Remember that I had just had a vasectomy reversal (though everyone thought I had had a prostate operation due to age; for some reason, I found that amusing and didn't want to disabuse them of that.) Anyway, Arlene did a hand stand and then did push-ups. Seeing her incredible body, slim and trim, strong and healthy, it was a wonderful tonic to a proud father. I knew that she deserved better than her last husband. I also knew that I had an ache down there that wasn't getting better watching the fittest woman in the city working out in front of me. Me: "Honey, baby, that is very impressive. You are incredibly fit. I envy your next husband; you are going to wear him out. On the other hand, after my operation, I am not sure the doctor would want me getting up so soon." Arlene: "OH, GOD, I am sorry. I had no idea that you would find your own daughter very se...well, I am sorry. Do you want me to dress like a nun, or what?" Me: [laughing] "No, sweetheart, that's not necessary. I just wasn't prepared to see someone so incredibly fit, with such a fantastic figure, working out in person. Any man..." Arlene: "Francis never said a word or even noticed!" Me: "I was GOING to say that any man that can call himself a MAN would see that and get really stiff. The more I hear about your Francis I think the less I want to hear about him. I am no psychologist, but it sounds to me that he preferred younger or more masculine company to you. But, who among us is perfect, anyway?" Arlene: "Oh, daddy, you ARE silly. I will confess that since our honeymoon, Francis and I hadn't done much of anything in the bedroom. We might have had ten 'meetings' there over seven years of marriage. These were when I was really in my cycle, if you know what I mean. He always seemed distracted and when he erupted, it was pathetic. It was a tiny outpouring from a tiny little spout. I always blamed myself for settling for this worm just for financial security. I knew that if my daddy knew all the details, he—I mean you would have been enraged." Me: "All I know is that is all over now. Come here, baby. [I kissed her gently on the forehead.] From this moment on, you will not spend even a moment away from someone who appreciates you. For now, it's your pathetic, broken down old dad. Hopefully, we can find some young buck that is equally as loving as this old dad. I will see you tomorrow at breakfast. Feel free to wake me up." We went to our respective rooms. I had to redo the bandage down there. Gosh that thing looked bad. The discoloration was normal, the doc told me. Still and all, it looked strange. I tried to go to sleep. I heard a shuffling in the house; the still night air allowing me to hear noise from the guest room. I got up and moved oh so slowly to peep on my baby. I got quite a shock. Arlene, my precious daughter, was working out...in the nude! My heavens, she was 28 and obviously at her best. She still had her gymnast perfect body, five foot four, say 110 lbs., not exactly Pamela Anderson up top, but just like Bo Derek everywhere else. And toned! Doing a perfect split, she easily touched her pretty little toes, her feet pointed in fine form. I could only watch her for so long before I got that itch and pain from the operation. Lord knows how pent up I was getting from all of this. The next day my daughter had to go shopping (HAD TO? Since when did anyone HAVE TO go shopping?), leaving me alone to round up a good divorce lawyer for her. I also woke up sore down there from watching her work out, so I had to be careful. I already made several mistakes: I put on the Fitness Channel where a line of gorgeous babes were doing yoga...ouch...I turned for news...oops, it's THAT channel, with infobabes sitting on stools. And here's the news tonight: I got a bikini wax, as you can see....ouch...better turn to the weather channel—THAT will be safe! Yes, the weather...ah...wait, no! The new weather babe is wearing a skin tight dress...now she's pointing to the central part—of her! I presume it IS warm and damp there, yes I have visited that region before, thank you. You don't have to keep pointing to it. Is there NO channel a man can watch that has to be careful about getting 'up'? Besides Sesame Street? I could try Friends, but the TV guide doesn't warn you whether Jennifer Anniston is wearing a bra in this episode; better stick with The Golden Girls. Ah, what a relief. Now to wait for my daughter to get home for dinner. Arlene: "I am sorry I am so late. I will get to dinner in a second. I just bought a whole new wardrobe from the money you gave me. If I am to start a new life, I have to have new clothes, don't I? I will show you some of them, if it's ok?" Me: "Sure thing, honey." [I really preferred dinner to seeing how much of my money she spent, not to say wasted, on clothes she will wear once, at the most.] She came out in a grey wool pantsuit for that professional look (I guess.) I applauded, to her amusement. Next was a secretary's type of dress, like the pantsuit, but with a flirtatious skirt, say eight inches above the knee. Ouch. Then a sun dress, floral, yellow, with a bare midriff, very short skirt, nice. For the beach, a Catalina one piece, a bikini, and then a thong bikini. Double ouch. I actually winced. Arlene: "Oh, daddy, I keep forgetting. I never think of you as a man, only as a father. I should realize that any man might like this string bikini, maybe a little too much. Maybe I should just get to making dinner and leave these in their boxes until later." [I smiled and nodded. I was thinking, 'any man'? I should have told her, 'baby, with your incredible figure, all men, and many women, would get excited seeing you in that suit.'] After a great meal of veal Milanese, garden peas, salad, and pink Chablis, we retired to the living room. Arlene: "So what did you do on the divorce front?" Me: "Well in between watching the decline of western man on TV—I will explain later—I made some real progress. My law firm sent someone over. I told them everything including the hard-drive info. They said that they can get everything done tomorrow! They said they can promise that because his family's law-firm has a general partner who used to work for them. They always do joint work in hours, not weeks." [Arlene was ecstatic and ran up to me and kissed me. I was stunned, because it was a real kiss. She was equally shocked at herself. I stood up, grabbed her gorgeous face in my hands, and kissed her with as much love and passion as anyone has ever done. I was going to pay for this in the morning down there, but I loved my little baby so much. The temperature in the room went from 68F to about 10,000C. It was bed time and my darling daughter bowed her head as she retreated to the guest room. She WAS still a married woman, after all.] The next day, Arlene was careful to be home after shopping at a respectable 4pm. At 5:35pm a courier came. Courier? It was one of the partners. We all hugged at the door. She gave me a bottle of Courvoisier, a pile of papers, and a bill. We thanked her and left. The bill had legal fees of $150,000(!)...plus a charge for delivery AND that bottle of bubbly!! Where's my shotgun? Before my circuits blew, Arlene had the good sense to open the package. If my baby would sign and return the notarized forms, she was going to get $950,000 in settlement from Francis (really his family) for the divorce settlement. Let's be frank (pun intended): it was hush money for her. The law firm would surrender that hard-drive copy (shhh! I had her make another back-up copy just in case...), you know the one with all those trips to Thailand and other odd sexcation spots. There also were some disturbing twitter and Facebook entries that I just as soon not think about. Arlene was mildly pleased with the terms. By that I mean, she jumped 12 feet in place, hugged me with a bear-like grip, and beamed from ear to ear. She did a perfect walkover, cartwheel, and finally a handstand against the wall. Arlene: "Oh, daddy, you did it! I am free, not only from him, but free from worrying about my day to day living. I am so glad that I came home to take care of you...which ended up with you taking care of me! Is there anything I can do for you?" Me: [I motioned her to come over to me.] "Sweetheart, when we kissed last night, I am ashamed to admit it, but that was one of the nicest things I had ever felt in my life. I was hoping that, well, we could maybe sleep in the same room, maybe with two beds..." Arlene: "Oh daddy, you're so sweet. Of course we can do that! I'm not a married woman anymore! I'm foot loose, fancy free, and well over 18. Tonight we can do that. That way, we can watch the same TV just before sleep. Oh, it will be much better than separate everything. You said you have to see your doctor this afternoon about your operation?" Me: "Yes; he will take off the bandage—hopefully for good. Then he will check to see how it all functions. With any luck, I will be as good as new." [Arlene kissed me, gently and with tears.] Arlene: [Whispering.] "Good luck, dad. I hope it came out okay...will see you when you get home." Up until then, I hadn't told her the exact nature of my operation. Anyway, the doctor took some sort of scan that was amazingly detailed. He said that it was impossible to know at this early stage, but I should be okay. The important thing was the stitches were out. The unit was good to go, and I was free to do whatever. That night, after a good meal, we had a solid round of video games where my ungrateful daughter destroyed me in record time. We then retired for our first night of sleeping together. It actually was a little uncomfortable for both of us. Sure, Arlene was just freed from her terrible marriage. And yes, I was just freed from the bounds of my operation. But, our love as father and daughter didn't define our relationship anymore. So, as I lay in bed in my boxer shorts, I was, frankly, nervous. My darling daughter came out from the bathroom, the soft light suffused and illuminating the pink see-thru gauze. What a figure...I was so proud. And then, OUCH, I was so hard. I looked under the covers and for the first time in weeks, my unit was free and could respond. It was such a relief. I was so pent-up in love and passion. Mr. Johnson was at record levels, well above my navel. God, I must have been my usual nine, or even ten inches of forged steel. I was ready! My gorgeous loving daughter approached in that baby doll peignoir. It went down to her blonde muff, but no lower. Her tanned legs were oh so perfect. Instead of slippers, she just walked on tiptoes, her gorgeous smooth feet with delicate pink painted toes just adding to the impact of those fantastic legs. I was so aching...so many weeks. Here, with my baby...she was so fit...so healthy...so perfect. But, I was also a father and would not force myself on my innocent darling. We were simply sleeping together for companionship. Really. Arlene: [In bed, she reached over to my side and kissed my forehead.] "Daddy, you have been so good to me. I came here to help you, and now I am free of a twisted husband, I have $800,000 in the bank after attorney fees, a new wardrobe, and a new life ahead of me. I'm 28 and that's not too old to start anew. The only thing that I wish I had already was a family. I see my school friends, all with families. I wanted so much to have my own family, maybe a really big one, with ten children. I wanted so much to have my belly swollen with the child of the man that loves me. I'd let my man breastfeed alongside the baby. God, just the feeling of his warm seed, filling up my unprotected womb, knowing that he wanted to make a baby with me. The feel of a hard cock as it scraped away at my tender, sensitive insides, just before it swelled up and popped. I guess I shouldn't say this, now that you had that prostate operation and can't do it anymore. I feel so safe knowing that, though." Me: "Honey, I never corrected you like I should have. I didn't have a prostate operation. That thing is fine. No, I had a vasectomy REVERSAL. The doctor said it looks fine; in fact, I should have twice the normal function there, delivering four times the volume." I would never ever forget it. My daughter was ashen silent. She turned away from me in shock retreating to her side of the bed. I was certain that she would quietly leave the bed, then my home. For forty-five minutes (I know, I checked), there were no sounds, no movement, nothing. Then, I heard the gentle sound of my precious darling as she moved towards me. My heart was in mid-air as I held my breath. Arlene put a small soft hand around my mighty ten inch staff. Her other small hand cupped my family jewels. The upper hand constantly smoothed, felt, almost like shaping clay, she handled my powerful cock. The other hand felt, weighed, jiggled, and finally held my testes. Her hand could feel how swollen they were, so much pent-up excitement. Arlene: "Heavens, daddy. You are SO BIG. You are three, four times the size of that little worm Francis. And your things down below. I'm no expert, but they shouldn't be so very big, so unbelievably full, so amazingly heavy. So much seed, so much sperm. It's not natural. I never went to med school, but I think the natural thing to do is for this 'penis' to release some of that seed in its natural place. From what little I know about sex, the natural place for it to do that is in a vagina. And, since the only vagina around here is mine, well, I guess we will have to do that. So, get up daddy, time to release some of that ocean of sperm. You are free to use me to empty a gallon or two, but no more." Me: "Are you on the pill, or using a diaphragm?" Arlene: "No, daddy, I am totally unprotected? Does that bother you?" Me: "Sweetheart, I am a man. That would only bother a sissy. No, a man finds that irresistible. Unless you say stop, I am going to love you like no man has ever loved any woman. We won't stop, and no prisoners will be taken. I just wanted you to know up front; after this operation, I should be MORE potent, not less. I may be pumping two, maybe four, times as much potent sperm inside of you as a normal man. My intention will be to get you pregnant. I make no apologies. If you stay with me in this bed tonight, so help me, I will fuck the holy hell out of you until sperm is dripping out of both your ears. My swollen balls will pump and pump and pump until your precious egg is fertilized. You will get pregnant; you will carry that fetus to term; you will give birth. Now, your decision; leave with no ill feelings, with all my love...or stay and face an onslaught of sex that few have ever seen. I will wait for your decision." Talk about tension and indecision. The air was totally still for about ten minutes. Then, a gentle movement. Arlene bent over and kissed my lips. Was that a kiss goodnight, or 'let the good times roll'? I got my answer when she key-holed my big cock and cupped the family jewels. I was so happy. I let her yank my crank for a few seconds, but that was unnecessary. I was as hard as a stone already. I pushed her onto her back. On my knees above her, I proudly flexed my muscles, feeling the pride of conquest (Daughter or not, she WAS a spectacular beauty, after all. And, more importantly, we WERE about to do this bareback.) I got on all fours right above her. Hovering there, I bent down and told my baby: Me: "Sweetheart, I want you to take that nasty big snake of daddy and use it to touch yourself in every place...please honey...make yourself happy." The Unkindest Cut of All She grabbed it, but couldn't budge it. I WAS steel hard after all. I had to use my will to make it go down, a little. It took a few minutes, but I was semi-hard at seven inches. Now, she could drag that uncut head across her labia, find that clitoris and give it some attention. Use the rough uncut head to tingle the inner entrance, then the vaginal walls. Finally, she left me lodged inside, using her incredible muscles there to almost crush the poor thing. Arlene: [Whispering.] "Ok, daddy, I'm through. You can get hard as a rock again and do me...but do me HARD...like a REAL man. You have no idea what it's like as a woman to have some pathetic loser husband trying to service you with his babylike three incher that isn't even up. I need a REAL man, and NOW. That's an order!" Real man, umm? My cock got back to ten inches of carbon fiber hardness. Now that baby had made herself dilated throughout her precious insides, it was up to me to 'man up'!! I was not about to fail her, or me for that matter. Though she needed no more foreplay, I still did a few drags of my cock along her tingling insides, making her moan in pleasure. I kissed her cherry lips, our tongues meeting for the first time. In the semi-darkness of the room, I could sense that she was crying. I prayed it was in happiness (it was) and not otherwise. I gently put my hands around her perfect bum. Using muscles I hadn't used in years, I pulled her to me with tons of force (or so it seemed.) My newly rebuilt cock was now bumping against her cervix, the repaired head eager to fulfill its function. Me: [Even in the semi-darkness, I stared at my baby daughter; she stared back, tears clouding her eyes. I bent down and brushed her lips lightly with mine, my tongue splitting her lips ever so slightly. I softly whispered:] "Honey, take what I give you now, in love, and use it. It is the most important thing, the only thing that a man can give the woman he loves. I will now fill up your precious womb with my life-giving seed. I love you sweetheart, and want you to have my baby. Will you do that? Will you accept my seed, absorb it, make life, keep life, and give birth?" [I lowered my head, my ear right at her lips.] Arlene: [Whispering.] "Yes, daddy, I want a baby...I want YOUR baby. Show me what a real man does: shoot your seed, make me pregnant." That was the okay I needed. I slowly rolled my baby up and forward, forcing her shapely legs onto my shoulders, her beautiful soft feet at either side of my head. I kissed her darling little right foot. Feeling her inner walls and that opening that I was aiming for, I started the blessed transfer of love. My potent seed was being transferred directly from the swollen mango sized balls that hung manfully in their sack, the ten inch length of my manhood, and finally on the path to Arlene's unprotected, fertile womb. I was so pent-up, so frustrated, so ready. I kept pumping and pumping and pumping. It seemed like hours, but it was merely a few minutes. Her womb was now swollen itself, overfilled with semen that was virtually 100% pure sperm. Her precious ovum was itself awash in vibrant, eager, baby-making sperm. Me: "I love you so much, daughter of mine. If you want to clean yourself up, that is your prerogative. I just want to hold you one last time before we sleep." She didn't go and clean herself out. THAT was the ultimate compliment. As a matter of fact, we nuzzled together, kissing and cuddling, for quite some time. Expressions of love were swapped back and forth. Best of all, she keyholed me back into rock hardness, and then used that ten inch cement hard cock as a kind of bridge between two buildings: we were attached only by that hard cock inside of her. We slept that way, with the miracle of new life still unfulfilled. Later that night, I had a dream of an Olympic gymnast on the balance beam, in the nude. She was perfect, she was sexy, she was...my darling daughter. During this entire dream, my 'morning wood' rock-hard cock had begun spewing forth. I pumped another ocean of potent seed inside her precious womb. That was during a dream about 2:30am. Unknown to anyone, at about 5:45am, Arlene conceived. My baby would, in turn, have her own baby. Actually, she would have triplets. An ultrasound later showed the fetuses were male. Years later, Arlene and I were in bed together. We had moved to Hawaii--not just for the weather, but because no one there knew us. We had our own mini (and I mean 'mini') pineapple plantation on the big island. We had used Arlene's married name (which I insisted she keep during the divorce) to actually marry in that liberal state. You can imagine how good I felt at 59 on this, my birthday. My incredible wife, only 38, had just had our tenth and final child. She was back in shape after only three weeks. As I watched TV, she was doing handstand pushups against the wall. Looking at her incredible figure and the bedroom after bedroom filled with her healthy offspring, I couldn't believe there was a man on this earth that wouldn't worship her. As I thought about all this, the news channel had this blurb about an American arrested at the Bangkok airport. Something about what he had done and with whom. Apparently the lad he hired was underage and not very good at keeping secrets. Oh well, at least we knew where Arlene's ex-husband was. And he would be there for ten to fifteen years. As my dynamo wife/daughter went back to her two hour workout with aerobics, weights, heavy bag, and yoga sexercises, I checked on the small herd of ours. Our Hawaiian nurse was keeping them all in tow, making child-raising truly a pleasure. Better yet, the only one not weaned in the house was yours truly. All of my precious daughter's warm sweet mother's milk went to me. Little did the kids know that, at my insistence, their cakes, cookies, and pudding were made separate from daddy's 'special desserts'. My desserts were prepared with the wonderful breast milk of their gorgeous mother. I had a small hand in the preparation as I watched my daughter prepare them. As a result of this, daddy always had his dessert much later—in fact he had it right before going to bed with mommy for some reason.