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Catching my precocious, daft, 18-year-old daughter, Candy, making out with our dog, Ginger, I did what any reasonable father would do:
I fucked the hell out of both of them!
Coming home from a long, hard day at the office, I just wanted to sit down and relax. Maybe watch a little TV, drink a few beers, you know, the standard.
But my beautiful - if not a bit daft - daughter, Candy, had other plans.
I had just downed my first beer and was just about to crack open a second, when I heard giggling coming from Candy's room. Even though Candy was 18, like I said she was a bit daft and was known to get into trouble from time to time.
So, I decided I'd better check in on her.
Just as I got to the door, I heard her melodious giggle again. There was no doubt about it now, she was getting into something that she shouldn't be.
I don't know why, but my cock involuntarily tugged in my pants. Truth was, I had been having inappropriate thoughts about Candy lately. I'm not sure exactly why, either. Ever since her mother had left last year I hadn't been with a woman - and I'm sure that was part of it.
READ MOREBut Candy was my own flesh and blood. Having thoughts about her was just...wrong. Wasn't it?
Yet they still came, unbidden. Sometimes I'd find myself tugging at my crotch as I watched her lithe form in the kitchen as she baked cookies or something. I didn't even realize I was doing it.
The giggle came again, along with a, "Shh...don't tell daddy."
Did she have a boy in there? Even though I knew it was an inappropriate feeling, jealousy raged through my body. I swear, if she had a boy in there...
"Daddy!" Candy gasped, trying to conceal the absolutely filthy, disgusting act she had been performing on Ginger, our Golden Retriever.
I should've been angry. Here my 18-year-old daughter, my very own flesh and blood, was defiling an animal by sticking her finger in her cunt. But I wasn't.
I was horny. Seeing my naked daughter laying with a beast made my cock jump to full attention. Even if that beast was our female dog.
With as much composure as I could manage, I stepped into the dimly lit room and closed the door. "Honey, tell daddy what you were doing."
"I...I..." She stammered as her face suddenly became bright red.
Was I really staring after my own daughter? She was so lithe and tender. Her long-flowing blond hair framed her perfect, cup-cake face. Her breasts - the little I could see of them - were just the right size to fit in my hands.
"Daddy...why are you looking at me that way?" She asked, a tear streaking down her face.
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