"Now…" she said, turning to face him, spreading her arms to curl around his neck, "…now I want you to fuck my cunt!"
He felt a sharp pang of guilt, but only for an instant, only until the firm warmth of her tempting young body pressed against his.
Her soft belly snuggled against his upraised prick, pushing it back until it stood trapped between them. Dan felt his own sultry warmth. He moaned and tangled his grasping hands in the waves of blonde silk that flowed down her back.
Cindy hummed throaty sounds of animal delight. The way she sounded, the way she tensed and squirmed her eager body against his rigid prick, the way her musky woman-scent flooded the room, it was impossible for Dan to think other as a young girl. And no way could this lusty cunt be the innocent daughter he remembered.
He dug his hand between them and fingered her soft, blonde-furred pussy mound. Cindy said, "Hhhhhmmmmmm… Daddy!" and eagerly spread her legs, lowering one hand to guide his probing finger to her slit.
"You little witch," bemoaned. Then he hooked his finger and snagged her clit. He tweaked it up and down, rolled it side to side, then spun it in an ever-tightening circle.
"Hhhhaaaaaa," she gushed, "Hhhhhoooo, Daddy!"
He winced at the sound of that word, some distant echo from his conscience. The throb of his fast-beating heart quickly drowned it out. "Call me Dan," he insisted weakly.
She laughed softly, deep in her throat. "Sure… I'll call you Jesus Christ if you want… as long as I can have your big cock!" Her straying hand curled around it and teased softly up and down.
"You're a bitch!" he hissed. "A beautiful, prick-teasing little bitch!"
"I know what you want… I know what you've been hungry for so long!" She stroked with a firmer grasp, bulging a wave of foreskin over the hot knob of his flaming cock.
"Hhhhhaaaaaahhhhh!" Dan rasped out a hot breath as she tightly drew back his trembling cockflesh.
God, if his indifferent wife could see them now! Once, when his cock was aching as hard as it was now, Rhonda had coldly turned her back and curled in a tight ball.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with this?" he'd asked, dragging her cool hand to his hot prick.
"I don't give a damn what you do with it!" Rhonda had said. "Slam it in the closet door. Fuck your secretary. Go out in the yard and fuck the dog… just don't bother me. I have an awful headache!"
The stupid bitch! She had no brains to ache. When he left her to fuck with the hot-blooded young redhead who typed and took dictation, Rhonda screamed and cried in bitter wrath. Then she hired some bitch lawyer who went, for his balls on the way to his bank account.
Dan had laughed bitterly when he saw the settlement Rhonda had the shyster bitch draw up. He read it all, twice and said, "This is the first good fucking I ever got from you!"
Cindy's wavering fingers tugged his straying thoughts back, to the present. "Mom must have been crazy to let you go," she purred in warmth and admiration. "I'd have fucked that cock until you couldn't walk!"
"Don't talk…" He didn't want to be reminded. He circled her clit again until all Cindy could do was wail and tremble with shivers of joy.
"Oooooo, fuck me!" she moaned and threw herself backwards on the bed.
It took Dan a moment to find her. The furniture wasn't the same as before. His groping hands first touched her tits, firm cones of proud flesh pulsing with warmth from within. He stroked them, pulling and drawing his fingers toward red nipple crowns, thick and hard and burning with wanton desire.
"Oooooooh," Cindy cried in the gloom. "I'm ready… I'm ready NOW!"
Dan felt his way down to her legs and spread them wide. Cindy gasped and waited, feeling the narrow bed sag down when he knelt between her smoothly tapered legs.
The strong scent rising from her juicy slit pulled on his cock the way a magnet would draw a hot steel bar. It flexed downward, guided by her hand. Her dripping warmth engulfed him. Soft outer lips parted with quivering joy. A snug ring of taut flesh then squirmed and pulled to suck him in.
It was the warmest, wettest, tightest little cunt he'd ever fucked. It grasped with trembling waves. It pulsed and strained, eager and uncertain. It had never held a cock as hot and hard as his was then.
"Cindy," Dan said with a lusty roar. He let his full weight fall on her, his back arched only slightly to cushion the shock of his stabbing thrust.
Cindy's spread legs jerked up and locked around his waist in a grinding scissors-grip. She wanted no cushion. Her hot young pussy wanted all the prick he had to give. "Hhhhhooooo," she cried in gushing ecstasy. "It's so long and fucking HOT!"
He rocked back and viciously spiked her again, not wanting to hurt her but needing to feel the full depth of her seething pussy.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Cindy could hardly catch half a breath between his driving thrusts.
"Damn! You fucking little whore!" It took all his strength to make her purr, one swift, deep reaming jab after another, and still she whined and begged for more!
"Go, Daddy, go!"
He didn't give a damn now what she called him. He just wanted to fuck her eager young cunt-fuck it hard and deep like it had never been fucked before. His hairy loins slapped furiously against the upraised valley between her legs. He ground and twisted at the bottom of each stroke, wrenching her clit when he did.
"Hhhhheeeeeee!" Cindy squealed. It felt like someone twisting a giant screw. Ripping threads wound deep inside her. And each time, the grinding force increased. She gasped and chanted when she could, "Fuck, Daddy. Fuck Daddy. Fuckdaddy!" As he beat faster, it became one word. "Fuckdaddyfuckdaddy!" Then a jumbled wail.
When the sound of her cries rose toward a fevered pitch, Dan eased the tight knot of control at the base of his cock. He rammed it deep and let fly a searing burst. Hot jism flared from his cock and left a heated trail.
Cindy felt the splattering flood. God, she didn't know where it came from. How could a man hold so much? How could he fire again, so hot and so fucking fast? She couldn't count the rippled spasms that filled her pussy.
Her cunt boiled with the fiery cum. It made slurping noises when Dan drew back, hissing like steam when he stabbed in. Hot cum became a froth like egg whites whipped thick and smooth. It puddled warmly beneath her upraised ass, and she squealed when he rammed her down into his sticky goo.
"Hhhhhhheeeeeeeoooooooh! I'm cumming. I'm cumming too!" In the darkness, her thoughts blazed. For an instant she saw Rod Benton's face, as she had that afternoon… but the hammering magic of her own father's cock was even more delightful than the fucking she'd had that afternoon. Rod had been right when he said it was just the best so far!
Rhonda Wilson got off work at midnight. She walked quickly to the car, hoping to avoid George, the maintenance man so hot to get in her pants.
"Hey, Rhonda," he called after her, "let's go grab a beer!"
"I'm not thirsty," she said without looking around.
"Then let's fuck!" he said.
"George, you can fuck-off! I need your cock like Custer needed more Indians!"
He walked away mumbling, "Frigid bitch!" And Rhonda winced. It wasn't fair! Just because she was divorced, all the men at the plant seemed to think she had a constant cunt ache, that she would happily drop her pants for any ass hole who asked.
Then sadly she thought, my pussy does itch! Like the old saying, you don't think about what you have until it's gone. She wanted her husband Dan. She needed that big prick she had so stupidly ignored once too often.
There had been men in her life since – several – but not one worth a shit compared to what she had before. "Oh, fuck… I was such a selfish, stupid bitch!" she cried when she closed the car door. "I'd give my ass to have him back!"