"Oh, well, some of them I gave myself. But most of them I got while fucking different guys. And I even fucked my brother, Mark," she said proudly, giving her uncle a little smile.
"Barby, I hope you understand that I'm going to have to punish you for what I saw you doing with Rosie," Bill said. "You know that you deserve to be punished, don't you?"
Barby looked up at the tall man and saw from his warm smile and the desire that glinted in his eyes now that his "punishment" would be something they would both enjoy. And in that instant, the girl realized that she no longer had anything to be afraid of. She remembered Rosie's words about Uncle Bill liking girls, and how he was turned on to Barby, and she shivered all over.
"Yes, Uncle Bill, I understand," she murmured.
"I'm going to spank you, Barby," Bill said, his voice slurred with lust.
"Yes, Uncle Bill," Barby said submissively. "And another thing…" Bill said, moving closer to the girl. "You've left your parents and you're living here with us now. So that means I'm acting as your father, isn't that right?"
"Well, yes, I guess it is," Barby said, thinking about what he had said.
"You know it is. Think about it. Someone has to be responsible for you and give you the kind of guidance your, uh, parents never gave you. And now that you're living here in my home, you'll have to think of me as your father, is that clear?"
"Yes, I understand," Barby said.
"Fine. Then from now on, I want you to drop the 'Uncle Bill' and call me 'Dad'. Can you do that?" Bill asked, his tone gentler now.
"Oh, yes, I'd love to call you Dad!" Barby cried, clapping her little hands together.
"Good. Now let's get on with your spanking," Bill said.
"Yes Dad," Barby said and they both laughed, both of them turning on to the young girl calling Bill "Dad".
Barby was thrilled that her uncle wanted to take on the role of her father, and her cunt tingled with desire. She could not help but remember when her real dad had spanked her that one time. She closed her eyes for a moment and thought that this spanking would be more loving than the one she had gotten from her real father.
And she remembered, too, that her own dad had refused to fuck her. She saw the way her uncle was running his eyes over her naked body, and she knew that he would not refuse her. He would not be able to keep from fucking her. Already, his big cock was bulging in his pants.
At last, she thought with a sigh, I'm gonna get the kind of spanking, and the fucking, that I've been needing. And my new dad will give them both to me.
"I know I deserve to be spanked, Dad," she said softly. "I won't fight you. I know that you just want to be a good dad to me and that you're only doing what is best for me."
"That's right, Barby," Bill said huskily.
He rubbed the crotch of his trousers as he stared at the sexy girl. God, but she was gorgeous, he thought hornily. She looked wholesome, yet she'd had all that fucking experience.
"Come over here, Barby," he growled.
The girl slowly moved across the room, padding on her bare feet and trembling with excitement. She stopped when she was just a few inches in front of her new dad. She stood there and looked into his eyes.
"Show me, Barby," Bill rasped, "show me how you play with your little pussy."
"You really want to watch me playing with my pussy?" Barby gasped.
Bill nodded and pointed toward the bed.
"Sit there on the bed and show me how you play with your wet cunt, Barby. I'm your father and it's my right," Bill said.
Barby shivered with passion and then she eagerly nodded her head.
"All right, Dad," she said softly, noticing that she was having absolutely no trouble at all adapting to this new way of addressing her uncle. "I will, Dad. I'll show you just how I play with my little pussy. I want to show you!"
She sat down on the edge of the bed and moved back slightly. She stretched her long legs out in front of her and began to slowly move her fingers down over her naked body.
"This is how I start, Dad," she said, "by feeling all over my own body. It makes my pussy all wet because I really like the feel of my body, Dad."
Bill swallowed hard, rubbing the crotch of his trousers over and over, feeling his prick growing harder and thicker as he watched the young girl's erotic movements.
Barby slowly slipped her hands down the front of her body. She paused at her tits, feeling her mounds of warm, firm tit-flesh. She ran her fingers round her nipples and felt them harden with the lust she was feeling.
She pinched her nips and pulled on them, and then she pressed her palms against her tits again, moaning with pleasure. Her pussy was already flooding with juices, but she wanted to take her time and show her new dad everything. She kept thinking that her life would have been much happier if her real dad back home had been just half as interested in her as Dad Bill was at that moment.
If her real dad had asked her to show him what made her feel good, she would have taught him everything that he needed to know about his daughter's passionate feelings and then she would have asked him to please her even more with his big cock, and he would have done it because he loved her and wanted to make her feel good. But her real dad had never been that interested in her.
But Dad Bill was sure interested. He watched her with fiery eyes and he began to unbutton his shirt as she showed him what gave her pleasure, what gave every girl pleasure. She glanced at the man's broad chest and she knew that the spanking he gave her would most certainly be followed by the fucking she had always needed from her dad.
She ran her soft fingers over her tummy, feeling the sexual tension there. She slipped one of her fingers into her little bellybutton. It was such a nice little hole, she thought, but she had an even nicer one, and her new dad was interested in that other sweet little hole most of all. She closed her eyes and moaned as Bill stripped all of his clothes off, his eyes still fixed on Barby's sexy movements.
"Mmmmm, Dad," the girl murmured, "I like to take my time, to feel all over me before I finally touch my pussy. Girls always like to do that, Dad, to take their time. That's why most boys are such bad lovers, Dad, they don't know how to take their time. They just stick their cocks inside the girls' pussies until they come and a lot of times, the girls don't even get to come because those boys are too fast. But I just know that you're not like that, Dad. I know that you'd take your time to feel me. I know that you wouldn't hurry too much."
"You're right, Barby," Bill said, thrilled by the girl's lewd words. "I enjoy taking my time with girls and feeling them all over. And I let them feel me too. I'm older and much more experienced than all those other boys you've fucked, Barby. I'm your new dad."
The girl groaned, super-aroused by the man's words. She moved her fingers over her legs and up the insides of her thighs. She felt the heat that poured out from her crotch and she tumbled back onto the bed, slipping her fingers closer and closer to her golden-furred cunt.
"Ohhhh, Dad," she purred, "watch me now. Watch carefully. I'm gonna show you how girls play with their pussies and get all excited."
"Yes, Barby," the man gasped, "show your dad. Show me. Show me everything."
The little blonde girl moved her fingers through the blonde hair that grew above her cunt. She sighed with pleasure as she touched herself there. She felt the heat in her pussy and the softness, of her cunt fur, and she knew that that was what every dad wanted his girl to be – soft and hot.
She moved her fingers around the lips of her pink little pussy and she heard the man gasp with passion.
"This is fun, Dad. It makes me feel all good and hot inside," she cooed.
She slipped her fingers into her pussy folds and ran her fingers against her clit, that throbbing and hot nub of flesh that grew there and that made her feel so good.