upward so violently that she almost threw the unbalanced Alan off the bed.
Gurgles and moans escaped from her throat as she tossed about wildly, locking her legs like a vise behind his ass, forcing his cock as deep as possible into her spasming pussy with a strength born of pure sexual need that Alan was powerless to fight, even if he had wanted to.
'Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!' she cried over and over, tears of pleasure running down her soft cheeks from beneath tightly shut eyelids. Alan thought it was just a nickname she had made up for him since the first time they'd fucked, and thought nothing of it. But to Gwen her intense pleasure was now all due to her father.
The wild frantic sensations of her orgasm were enough to push Alan over the brink as well, and Gwen felt his wildly throbbing cock suddenly jerk and spasm in her cunt as he spurted gob after steaming gob of his white cum deep into her twat. His semen-bloated testicles exploded, sending their entire hot load geysering into her eager muff.
'Jesus-God!!' he shouted as he came, the sweat now pouring off his body just as his rich, thick seed poured into her pussy. 'Oh! So good!
Gwen!! So damn GOOD!!'
'Baby, yesss! Fill me with your hot jizz! Oh, Daddy!' Gwen squealed as she felt his cock spasming deep within her. Their wet bodies locked together at the groin, their flesh almost fused into one as they pushed and strained at one another in the throes of their orgasms. Then, finally, slowly, Gwen's thighs relaxed their viselike grip just as she felt his digit slowly soften. Alan fell down full on her body, his arms tight around her shoulders as they both gasped for breath. For only a few minutes, but what seemed like hours, they both lay in sweat-soaked exhaustion, their bodies tightly glued together, his cock still deep in her creaming cunt.
For Gwen this was always the time to come down not only from the height of her climax, but to return to the reality of her partner. The images of her father slowly faded, and she opened her eyes to see Alan's grinning, sweaty face gazing down at her.
She smiled back, then raised her head slightly and gently kissed both his eyes. She liked Alan tremendously, and he was one of the best fucks she had yet come across, but she knew sadly that that would be as far as it could go. She had fallen in love with her father, just as a thousand other little girls always fell in love with their fathers. But in her case, that little-girl crush had never gone away, but had instead raged into a passionate, hungry yearning as she grew older.
She had tried to throw it off when she went off to college. Still a virgin out of high school, she had thrown herself wildly into the hedonistic freedom of the campus. Alan had been at the registration table her first day away from home, and it hadn't taken much persuasion on his part to get her into bed with him. What followed was an incredible weekend of sex where she had learned just how deeply her sensual feelings ran. But that first time, and every time since, she could not escape one fact. Every man she made love to, tall or short, light or dark, always became her father at the crucial instant of climax.
She wrapped her arms around Alan's heaving shoulders and pulled his head down to the pillow beside her. Looking up at the ceiling, relaxing under the comfortable weight of his warm body on hers, Gwen knew there was only one way for her to rid herself of this fixation. She would be going home for a vacation in a month. One way or another, she vowed to either remove her lust for her father forever from her mind, or fulfill it completely in his arms.
Chapter 2
During the ten-minute ride from the airport to her home, Gwen's thoughts were once more a confused jumble of promises and guilt about what she hoped to accomplish. During the month that had elapsed since she'd made her vow she'd buried herself in her classwork, swearing off sexual contact.
Alan had been immediately pissed off at her. She had laughed when he told her, 'A girl like you can't stop cold turkey, Gwen. I've never met anyone who was always so horny. You'll go nuts in two days if you don't get fucked!' But she had kept her promise to herself, much to his chagrin. She had to admit that he was very nice about it, not pressuring her once he knew she had really made up her mind. Even in classwork he continued to grade her work fairly. He'd not given her any breaks in her work when they had been fucking, or did he take it out that way when they stopped. She had noticed more than a few glances between him and a red-headed beauty in the back row, though, so she figured he'd found a new one for the bedroom.
Now she squirmed slightly in the backseat of the cab, her jeans riding up her crotch and rubbing along her pussy lips. She'd taken to wearing panties now to prevent the constant arousal, but found that short of having them made of iron there was no way to cut off the stimulation totally. And Alan had been partially right in his remarks on her nature. She had begun to feel very strange after only two days of no sex. Frenzied masturbation each night and several times a day when she could find a private place had only given temporary relief from the aching itch in her snatch. Her own fingers or the occasional hairbrush handle was no replacement for a hard cock attached to a real man.
Before she'd gone off to college she had masturbated almost as frequently to great satisfaction. But after months of being reamed, creamed, banged and humped by dozens of men, she could no longer get the same results on her own.
The original idea of swearing off was as a first step in her resolve to either make it with her father or stop her incestuous lust forever, but now she was so hot she felt like raping the cabdriver. She stared at the back of his head as her mind suddenly filled with the vision of this chubby, cigar-puffing stranger humping her in the backseat of his cab, stopped in the middle of the highway. She gave a little giggling burst of laughter at both that image and the way her lust-crazed mind was working, then forced her thoughts back home.
It had been eight months since she had last seen anyone, having given them an excuse for not coming home at Christmas vacation. She had hoped that being away would make her feelings about her father diminish, but, if anything, they had simply grown stronger, fueled by her own active imagination more than they had been when she was home.
'Miss? Are you okay?'
'Huh? What?' Gwen shook her head, realizing with a start that she'd been staring off into space.
'This is the address you gave me,' the driver said, looking over the front-seat of the cab at her through a cloud of cigar smoke and gesturing out the window.
'Gwen? Hey, Sis!!' a shout suddenly rang out from the opposite side of the cab, and Gwen hurriedly climbed out to stare in amazement at the tall young man hurrying toward her from the front of the house.
'Why didn't you call to tell us you were coming in? I could've picked you up at the airport!' her brother called out as he hurried up to her.
He grabbed her in his arms and spun her about, picking her up easily with his six-foot-three-inch frame.
'Bill?' Gwen laughed, hugging him back, still staring at him with surprise. 'Is that really you?'
Bill let her down and laughed back again. 'Well, I know it's been a couple of months, but I couldn't have changed that much. You still look the same, though – pretty as ever.'
He turned to the cabdriver, who was leaning out of his window and clearing his throat loudly to try and get some attention. While he paid the fare, then reached in the backseat to pull out Gwen's two suitcases, she stepped back a pace to study him.
The last time she'd seen him was eight months before at the airport, when she'd flown off to Lindale College. He was still only seventeen then, although close to his eighteenth birthday, and nothing at all like the handsome, confident young man she saw before her now.
Gwen remembered him as always having walked slightly stooped over, a bit self-conscious about being so tall. And that self-consciousness hadn't been helped by a bad case of teenage acne. Gwen had been lucky enough to have missed that particular teenage curse herself, and even what Bill had was not the terrible scarring kind, but it had caused him to keep his head down a lot rather than facing people when talking, making his stoop even more pronounced.
As he backed out of the cab with her bags and kicked the door shut, Gwen watched him pull himself up proudly to his full height, and saw that not only was his face totally cleared up, but something else was missing.
