The house smelled like old wood and cheap wine when the girls came home that weekend. Both of them married now, both of them sneaking back to their daddy because their husbands couldnt get the job done. Lisa showed up first, heels clicking on the porch, her wedding ring flashing while she dropped her bag and pulled her skirt up without a word. Theyre too fucking small, Daddy, she whispered, already reaching for my belt. Mikes cock is like a finger. I need the real thing.
I didnt waste time. I bent her over the kitchen table, yanked her panties aside, and shoved my thick cock straight into her soaked pussy. She moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear, pushing back like shed been starving for it. Harder, she begged. Fill me up the way that tiny prick never does. I slammed into her, balls slapping her ass, watching her married cunt stretch around me. She came twice before I pumped her full, hot cum leaking down her thighs when I pulled out.
Sarah arrived an hour later, lipstick smeared from the drive, her own husbands small cock apparently just as useless. She walked in on her sister still bent over, cum dripping, and just laughed. Told you hed wreck us again. Sarah stripped fast, tits bouncing free, and dropped to her knees to lick my cock clean. God, its so much bigger than Toms, she mumbled around the head, spit running down her chin. His little thing barely touches the sides.
I grabbed her hair and fucked her throat until she gagged, then hauled both daughters to the couch. Lisa rode me first, reverse, so I could watch her ass bounce while Sarah sat on my face. Their married pussies tasted like desperation and cheap perfume.
Lisa kept moaning about how her husbands tiny cock left her empty, how she needed Daddys thick meat to ruin her for him. I slapped her ass red and made her squirt all over my lap.
We moved to the bedroom after that. I fucked Sarah doggy-style while she ate Lisas creampie, the two of them swapping filthy stories about their husbands small cocks and how they had to fake every orgasm at home. Tom cant even last two minutes, Sarah gasped between licks. I come here just to feel stretched. I switched between them, pounding one then the other, leaving both holes sloppy and used. They begged for it deeper, dirtier, until I flooded Sarahs cunt and Lisa cleaned it out with her tongue.
By midnight both daughters were sprawled out, cum-smeared and satisfied, already texting their husbands that theyd be staying the weekend. I lit a cigarette and watched them doze, knowing theyd be back next month, married pussies still aching for the one cock that actually filled them.
