by Candy Girl
"Damn," he snorted and shoved his hips up pushing himself against Wendy's body as hard as he could, clutch her sweet soft ass. She felt the wetness flowing against her skin and was turned on in spite of everything; her father's scream bordering on animalistic. Objection washed over her as her pussy tingled. His grasp slackened, and she shot up, "You dirty bastard, I knew you loved this, you are sick!" she screamed. He just sat there, filled with shame.
"I am so sorry Wendy, I...I don't know what came over me; I don't." He meant it but even as he talked, he felt his dick begin to harden again at the sight of her standing there in her panties and cum stained, her tear stained eyes staring back at him.
"You're sick..." She muttered as she turned and ran out of his room. He didn't go after her scared of what he'd do if he did. He was ill, she was right, she was his little girl, his lovely girl, and he had violated her, damaged their relationship, and probably driven her straight to the little punk who had caused all these problems.
Wendy entered her room banging the door shut behind her. Not bothering to turn on the light, she dropped to the floor in a heap. A million questions spun around in her head, "Did she justify this? Was it her blame? Did she like it?" She started to cry again.
Chapter Five
Wendy's phone ringed in the darkness; she stood up and fumbled for the bedside table lamp. The room engulfed with light, and she switched it down using the dimmer until she could just see, she needed to be in the darkness but needed to get her phone. It ringed again, and she found it in her bedside table drawer. She had a message from Roger. She read it and began to weep harder, her legs almost giving way. It said, "Hey Wendy, heard your old man found out, that's bad luck huh? Maybe it's four the best; it was good while it lasted, I had a great time, Roger."
So her father had been right, David hadn't cared at all, she was just an easy fuck, and now things were out in the open he didn't give a shit! She threw her phone against the wall, where it shattered and fell to the floor in pieces. Wendy was crying hard and didn't know what to do or who to talk with. She couldn't tell anyone about this without getting her father into trouble, which part of her said he earned, but she still loved him, and no matter what he'd done Roger had broken her heart, and it was her father she wanted to turn to for comfort. Wendy was so confused. She sat on the corner of her bed. She was afraid to go to her Dad in case he hit her again, or in case anything else happened, she had seen the expression in his eyes, the look that squealed that he wanted her, that he wanted to rip her panties down, and fuck her.
A vision of her Dad her rose to her mind, and she felt a sudden desire. "Shit, what am I doing?" she cried to the dark room, "this is so evil." She could not understand her emotions, she had never thought of her Dad in a sexual way, and after the disgrace, he'd put her through this evening, Wendy didn't know how she could trust him again never mind want to go to him for more. Wendy stopped crying and dried her face, suddenly feeling tired. She needed sleep more than anything. She rolled up in a ball on her bed, pulling her favorite childhood stuffed tiger close and fell asleep, her father's cum still drying on her top.
David was no less confused. He sat on the side of his bed for a long time; his head lowered in his hands thinking about how he could fix this mess. Nothing came to him. He was embarrassed by what he'd done, and wanted more than anything to go to Wendy and give her comfort, to talk to her and comfort her as her father had done so many times before, but knew he couldn't. It was a confusion he hadn't heard her leave yet. He couldn't dispute that he still wanted Wendy, though. He desired to touch her, but not as he had before. He wanted to caress her, to love her, not brutally fuck her, as he had wanted before. In the end, he gave up trying to wrestle with his conscience and climbed into bed to try and sleep. His sleep was broken and uneasy as he worried about the coming day.
Chapter Six
Wendy opened her eyes and sat up, stretching and yawning. Quickly she fell back and pulled the duvet over her, the visions of last night flooding her mind. She lay still for a couple of minutes thinking about what had happened. In the light of morning, it didn't seem so bad; it wasn't as if her father had raped her was it? He had punished her, which she probably deserved for not telling him about Roger, even though she felt too old for a spanking. He had ended up cumming on her as she was spread over his lap, his hand on her butt. And then she had screamed at him as he tried to apologize.
Wendy felt bad; he had been trying to apologize, and she assumed that a lot of people would be flattered if she was sexy enough to make her Dad cum when she was only bent over in an old top and a pair of panties then she was more beautiful than she thought. And she couldn't doubt that she had felt a little turned on as he had shot his juice all over her.
"Shit, I am so confused," she whispered to herself, "I should be angry as hell!" She decided to have a bath and then go down and just pretend it hadn't happened. She would tell her father about Roger, and that he had been right and that would be an end to everything. She hoped.
As Wendy walked down the hall to the bathroom, she could hear her father moving around in the kitchen already. She turned the water on and set it to warm. Wendy stared in the mirror expecting herself to look stressed, tired, but she looked and felt great. She knew she had slept good and put it down to all the spent adrenaline. Wendy could see a patch on her t-shirt that was a slightly different color to the test; she rubbed it, and it felt almost stiff under her fingers. She realized she hadn't changed her top last night after her father had cum on it, she had just fallen asleep in it, and it had dried in the evening.
Wendy pulled it off quickly, then feeling curious, put it to her nose and smelled the patch. It had a faint musky odor. She dropped it to the floor. "Shit, what am I doing?" she shouted to herself. "How could she call him the sick person, when she was here smelling his dried cum on her top?" She wondered. She climbed into the tub and lied under the hot water, hoping to wash all her anger and confusion away. She washed her body, then her hair, unconsciously scrubbing at her stomach where her father had cum.
David heard Wendy creep along the hall, and then the water starts to run as she turned on the shower. That meant she would be down soon. Fear flared up inside him quickly, and he spilled a little coffee on his shirt. "Damn" he mumbled. He took off his shirt and put it down beside the washer. He had a nervous case of the shivers. He smiled to himself a bit, not feeling very amused, just remembering he had not felt this nervous since he had proposed to Nancy, Wendy's Mom. He had no clue how to face Wendy now, what to say, or how he could make this up to her, and gain her love again. He thought he would just wait and see how Wendy was with him before going jumping in and making things worse. He heard the water turn off and butterflies danced in his stomach.
Wendy got out of the tub and grabbed a towel from the shelf. She wrapped it around her body enjoying the feel of the soft cloth against her skin. Wendy had decided to tell her father just to forget what had happened the evening before and just carry on as they had been. She thought she might even suggest they went out for dinner, so he knew she was okay. Wendy towel dried her hair and went into her room, putting on light pink shorts and a matching pink tank top with little butterflies all over.
She took a deep breath, "Right, let's do this." She made her way downstairs to face her father.
Chapter Seven
David was busy pressing another shirt when he heard Wendy coming down the steps. She came down the hall into the kitchen. He put the iron down and looked at her. He had always thought Wendy, a beautiful girl, and last night he had wanted her but here standing before him now she looked like an angel. Her damp long dark hair hung about her face in loose waves, and her eyes were sparkling and bright. Her skin had that freshly sunlight glow, and she smelled delicious and fruity. He let his eyes lower slowly down her body taking in her sexy shape and luscious legs. Her nipples were not fully standing forward, and he could see their raised shape under her top. "That's probably because she's just got out of the tub." He thought
to himself.
Wendy cleared her throat, "Erm...father..." His eyes snapped up to hers fast and then looked away guiltily.
"Father, can we just forget about last night, please? I'm not sure how it happened, but I'd rather just go back to how we were. And it turns out you were right about Roger; he dropped me last night after he found out you knew about us." Wendy said.
Relief washed over David in a great wind. "Yes...yes, sure we can honey, I am so sorry, Wendy, but you are right, we'll just forget it ever happened, okay?"
"Okay, do you fancy going for something to eat later, or are you at work?" Wendy asked.
"Yes that sounds great honey; I've got the day off today, so it's fine." He lied, he had already called in sick, wanting to get things right with Wendy as soon as possible rather than letting it linger. He would never have been able to work today anyway.
"Alright, I'll go get ready, give me a shout when you're prepared." With that, Wendy turned and walked away. David caught himself looking at her ass as it had shaken before him out of the room.
Wendy went into her room. She felt much better having worked out the events of the night before but she still felt puzzled about her father. It was evident he still wanted her, she had seen the way he had been looking at her down in the kitchen, with such apparent desire, the only thing was, she had loved it, she had felt so hot watching his eyes creep up and down her body. Even her nipples had started to harden, and she just prayed her father hadn't noticed.
Wendy reached up now and felt them, they were so hard under her fingers, and her fingers sent a little spark of electricity through her tits. She went over to her bed and laid back, her fingers still pinched her stiff nipples. She had given a quick peek at David, while he had stared at her, and he still looked excellent. His body was muscled and toned, still lightly tanned from when they'd gone to Florida a couple of months back. David had dark brown hair leading from his chest to...well, to below the waistband of his pants. She squeezed her nipples softly and let out a soft moan. His eyes were brilliant green like hers, his hair darker than hers, almost black, now with tiny white strands of gray. He wore it, to his neck and it was curly and loose. He did not look 45 at all, and her friends were always commenting on how handsome he was.
Wendy gave up on trying to rationalize what she was thinking, what she was doing. She let herself see her father as a man, not just her father and was not surprised to find that she wanted David. Thoughts of him blanket her mind, images of the evening before, and her pussy flooded. She pulled her tank top off, so she had better access to her soft tits, and resumed her caresses. Her right-hand starts to move slowly downward as she traced her hand along the smooth skin that was her stomach. Her pussy itched to be touched, but she resisted content for the minute to just feel her smooth skin, it was so soft beneath her fingers.
As images of her father filled her mind, her hand moved lower still until she was touching herself through her panties. A small moan escaped her, and she pushed her hips upwards, pressing herself against her fingers. She began to rub herself gently up and down, the cloth of her panties sticking to her wet clit. She needed more, so she slipped her hand inside her panties and started to rub herself harder.
Chapter Eight
David was in the kitchen trying to decide where to take Wendy for to eat. He wanted a place that she would enjoy, place quiet that they could talk and get back to normal. David decided to go and see what she liked because he would probably need to make a reservation. He went upstairs and raised his hand to knock on Wendy's bedroom door.
"Yes...oh father," Wendy moaned as she slipped her finger inside her wet clit, "old man, you feel so good."
David stood by Wendy's door in total shock; he could imagine what she was doing, how she was playing with herself, as he had seen her masturbate yesterday. And now she was calling out. He felt himself getting very hard at the sound of her soft moans coming through the door as he agonized over what he should do. Should he walk inside? Or should he leave and pretend he had never heard her? He quickly decided as he heard Wendy moan to herself that she was going to cum and that she wanted her Daddy. He opened the door.
Wendy cried out loudly as she came, her girl nectar soaking her fingers, totally unaware David had entered her room. Wendy's eyes were closed as she laid there, her fingers still in her panties. David bent over her and kissed her softly on the cheeks, and Wendy jumped, her eyes opening wide before she relaxed and softly starts to kiss her, father back.
David climbed onto the bed and lay next to his daughter, still kissing her, one hand stroking through her long hair. He stopped kissing her for a second and looked into her beautiful eyes.
"Wendy..." he breathed.
"Daddy, it's okay, this is what I want." Regardless what she said, she still felt very unsure inside, but she knew that until she had been with her Dad, nothing could be worked out. Wendy's feelings would be a complete mess; she wanted to do this to give herself some peace of mind, and if she regretted it later, well then she would have to cross that when she came to it.
David could sense that she was not entirely sure that this was what she did want, he wasn't sure of it himself.
"Listen, baby, if you're not sure then we don't have to do this, we can wait for a little, see how things go?" David asked, his hand now gently rubbing the smooth skin of her legs, she felt so good.
"No father, I have to do this." She sat up to him and kissed him deeply on the lips, her tongue flicking against his mouth. He parted his lips and invited her tongue into his throat, it sweet and tasted.
David was already hard from hearing her moan, and watching her finger herself, but now he felt himself stiffen even more as she pressed her firm, tender body against his. She stopped quickly and stared up at him.
"Father?" she asked softly, "I want you to spank me again, like before?" She smiled and looked down. David thought he was going to blast there and then, but somehow managed to save it.
"Stand up now" he ordered. David sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, grabbing Wendy by the arm and bending her over his lap, just as he had done last night. But this time, though, one thing would be different, David wanted to spank her bare ass, and so he pulled down her shorts and looked at the perfect curves of her butt. He put his hand on her ass and starts to massage her soft, smooth orbs. She starts to moan in pleasure, than cried out suddenly in surprise as he spanked her hard, his hand leaving a bright red streak that stood out against her pale skin. Every time he hit her, she cried out, calling "Father" loudly over and over. After the fifth or sixth stroke, she had also begun squirming about, wriggle in his lap, which felt like heaven against his swollen cock. When he reached 22, he stopped, badly needing to touch her properly. He massaged her sore butt for a few minutes and then lowered his hand between Wendy's thighs. She was soaking.
"Oh yes Father, please touch me." Wendy whimpered, pushing herself back against his hand. David stroked her wet hole, slowly, teasing her, wanting her to love every sensation.
As her father touched her, Wendy could not believe what was happening, and that she needed it to go on. She knew it was bad and what they were doing could get them both into a lot of problems, but it just felt so good; finally all the anger and confusion was subsiding, as her desire and love for her father took control. She pushed against David's fingers even harder, moaning loudly, as he slipped one inside her.
David's cock was hard and beginning to ache as it pressed against his pants, pushing to be released, as Wendy writhed around still bent over his lap. His little girl's pussy felt so good around his fingers, it's so wet, tight and warm, and he couldn't wait to bury his dick deep inside her. He began to fuck Wendy harder with his fingers, driving them in and out, her juices running down her legs. She moaned louder and louder, her pussy squeezing his fingers like a vice as she came.
David removed his fingers and Wendy knelt up and leaned into him, kissing him hard on the lips, tangling her fingers in his dark hair.
"Oh Father, I love
you." She whispered.
"I love you too honey."
Wendy got up and pushed her him back gently, so he was lying on his back on the bed, she climbed over and straddled him, leaning down and kissing him again. She began to sway her hips, slowly rubbing her pussy against the material covering his massive erection. A quiet, erotic moan escaped her lips, and David suddenly pushed and flipped them both over.
"Father, what..." Wendy began to ask, surprised at the sudden movement when David cut her off.
"I need you, Wendy, I need to be inside you now," David said, his voice flat and dark with desire.
"Mmm yes, Daddy, I want that too, please fucks me now." David didn't need to be asked again, he got up and quickly stripped off his pants, and stood before her naked, his dick proudly jutting out from his well-muscled thighs.
Wendy looked at it; her pussy throbbed to feel it buried inside her. It was thick and big; the head was swollen and smeared with her father's pre-cum.
"Please..." She whispered.
David fell on her wildly, kissing her deep and hard, the head of his cock rubbing against her nectar with every move he made. He could feel how soaked she was and knew she would be able to take his 9 inches with no problems. He teased her for a couple of minutes longer, taking his cock and rubbing it up and down her wet clit until she heard a deep moaning in his ear.
"Father...Fuck me...Now!" With that, David thrust all the way inside her, and they cried out in unison, both filled with a deep wild lust.
David couldn't believe how tight Wendy's pussy was, and he loved the way she squeezed his dick as he moved in and out of her. She raked her fingernails down his back, all of the problems suddenly wiped from her mind with that one powerful thrust; she knew this was right, that this was meant to be.
