"Oh, sure. And he got pissed. He pulled a gun and killed you both… and that's the end of this fucking fairy tale."
"No, it's the God's honest truth. He was there. Her husband. And he was fucking her ass before I even knew he was in the room."
Gil rolled his eyes and said, "It's gotta be true. Nobody would make up anything so fucking crazy!"
"I know one sure way to find out," Todd said. "When lover-boy here goes back tomorrow, we'll both go with him."
"Yeah," Gil said as he wet his lips. "I was just thinking the same thing. If the lady likes two cocks at once, she'll go ape-shit when she gets three!"
Cindy Wilson brushed tiny beads of cold sweat from her forehead and smoothed her silky blonde hair. Peering through a narrow slit in the front drapes, she saw her brother Brad leave the Benton house, so clumsy with excitement that he almost fell down the porch steps.
She gave a sigh of relief when he turned toward the shopping center. That meant he was going to the burger joint and he wouldn't be home for quite a while. That suited her plan perfectly. She had to have time alone with her dad.
His sleek little sports car pulled to the curb minutes later. He'd left the family car for Mom to drive – a stuffy old station wagon – and picked out the gleaming new roadster the next weekend.
He'd taken her for the ride that first day, and Cindy remembered how her long golden hair fluttered in the wind as they roared along with the top down. She also remembered how her dad kept glancing at her with a strange new look in his bright eyes.
Despite the difference in their ages, Cindy thought they made a perfect looking couple. Her dad was tall and darkly handsome, and seeing the way he smiled at her had sparked a restless yearning she knew was sinfully wrong.
That long smoldering desire flared as he came up the walk. "Hi, Daddy!" she said at the door, her long hair shining like freshly minted gold.
"Hi, doll. How are you?"
"I'm fine… come in."
He looked around anxiously when she closed the door. "Now, what's so important that you had to see me tonight?"
Cindy's pretty face twisted slowly into a knot of grief. Tears like little pearls beaded in the corners of her eyes. "I need you, Daddy," she sobbed. "I want you to come home!"
Dan Wilson hugged his daughter and tried to comfort her with soothing words. She only sobbed more desperately and held him tight with her strong, young arms. "Honey, I just can't. You remember how it was with your mom and me."
"Yes," she said with afresh rush of tears. "But she misses you too. It might be different now." Her firm young breasts pressed hard against his chest. Her flared hips quaked in rhythm with her sobs.
That was different! Cindy had seemed like such a child seven months ago when he and Rhonda had agreed to split. Pretty, but awkward and shy. She'd grown and matured a lot since then. His golden haired little girl had become a very desirable young woman. And now she was tempting him, teasing him with her body. Dan couldn't help it. His hungry cock began to swell.
He fought the sinful urge to maul her proud young tits and grind his throbbing cock against her swaying pussy mound. God, how often had he warned her about that? About horny young guys and what they would want to do.
Dan forced himself to pull away. "Cindy, listen people don't change."
"Yes, they do!" she insisted. Her arms twined around her father's neck. "Look at me. I was such a stupid kid when you left. I know more now. A lot more!" She pulled herself close and ground her aching pussy mound against the straining fury of his swelling prick. "I've learned an awful lot!" Rod Benton had been her best teacher so far, but, far back in her mind, Cindy felt slyly sure that her own father would be even better.
"You been fooling around?" he asked sharply.
"Oh, a little…" She flashed a teasing grin and twisted her shoulders to rub his chest against her finely coned tits.
"With who?" Dan demanded. Damn, it, was hard for him to keep his hands off her… his own daughter, a sweet little angel-faced blonde now coming on like a fucking whore!
"With a couple of guys at school. Friends of Brad's, first Gil, and then Todd. Neither one of them was worth a shit!"
"Cindy!" Dan Wilson pulled back and slapped her across the face. "Don't talk like that! And don't act… don't even think…"
"Daddy, I don't understand you at all. You got pissed and left Mom because she doesn't get hot. Now you're pissed because I do!"
"That's different," he said with a sigh. "You're still a kid, even if your body is grown up."
She smiled through a veil of tears and cupped her hands beneath her blossoming young tits. "Do you like my body?" she asked. "Mr. Benton sure did."
"Benton? Who's he?"
"The new man moving in across the street."
"You've been with him too?"
"Yes, Daddy, I've been with him." She mocked his cautious choice of words: "I fucked him. I FUCKED him GOOD!"
"Oh, my God!" Dan Wilson's mind reeled with twisted desires. The first was to punish his willful daughter. "Come here!" He grabbed her arm.
"Whaaaat?" Cindy trembled as he sat down on the couch and threw her across his lap.
"You know what. You know damn well!" Dan lifted up his daughter's short skirt as he had when she was a little girl. And he pulled down her clinging bikini panties. "You're going to get the good spanking you deserve!"
"No, Daddy… please!" She squirmed across his lap until one knee was settled firmly in her crotch. She could feel the heavy pressure mashing her rigid clit. It excited her immensely.
Dan Wilson gazed wide-eyed at the bare cheeks of his young daughter's well-rounded ass. The way the light was hitting her ass cheeks, he could see fine golden hairs. Like the soft fuzz of a juicy peach, but more delicate and gleaming bright.
It took all his force of will to raise his hand and deliver a stinging whack. "Yyyyooooow!" Cindy cried, writhing from the pain, grinding her clit harder against her father's knee.
A blushing, hand-shaped welt blazed on one creamy cheek. Dan swatted her again and reddened the other side, his hand moving now in a blurring arc. "Oooooowwwwww!" she wailed each time he slapped her sultry flesh. Fuck oil gushed from Cindy's steaming slit. And when she squirmed, she could feel the massive swelling of his cock. It was exciting him as much as it was her. Maybe more. She'd never felt such a viciously hard prick, and she could not wait to see it!
"No, Daddy… no! I'll be good! I really will!"
"Ha!" He spanked her again. Both sides of her quaking ass glowed cherry red. Dan found it hard to breathe. He could feel damp warmth oozing from his daughter's pussy. It had soaked through the leg of his pants and warmed his knee.
"You've been a very naughty girl!" he said as he brought down his stinging hand again.
"I… ooowwwww… I know, Daddy. But I'll be good for you, I promise!"
"Will you?" he asked doubtfully. It was a game they were now playing. They both knew it, and they both enjoyed it. Cindy had grated her clit against his knee until she shivered on the verge of a grinding climax.
Dan felt his cock throb with sinful desire, but the ritual of punishment flushed all thoughts of guilt from his mind. The normally repulsive word incest never entered his head. Cindy was his daughter. She'd been bad, and she had to be punished. That's all there was to it.
He reached beneath her flailing arms, cupped her firm young tits and squeezed them hard. "Did Gil and Todd do this to you?" Dan could feel her rigid nipples burn through the thin fabric of her blouse.
"Yes," she gasped. "Oooooh, yes… they did. They both love to squeeze my tits."
"What about this Mr. Benton?" He continued to milk her pointed cones, drawing tender rolls of flesh toward the bulging warmth of nipples, burning with intense desire.
"Rod? Oooooohhh… hhhmmmmmm! He did even more. He undid my blouse."