mother's had been. My hips go with them. But there the resemblance ends. My hair is darker than her blonde hair had been, and as I stood before the mirror, I could see that the dark patch around my cunt showed clearly through my panties; a few stray tendrils curled from beneath the elastic at my thighs. I slipped one hand beneath the waistband, moving toward my pussy.
'You win again, you bitch,' I said, my voice trembling as my fingers touched the crisp hair of my cunt. In a moment, I would turn out the lights, then finger-fuck myself until I was able to sleep.
Then I heard Daddy's voice again. It was louder this time, almost a cry, and it was full of pain. Thinking he was sick or hurt, I ran to his room. Not until I was beside his bed did I realize that he was repeating the word 'Dolly' over and over again.
In the light that streamed through the open door, I could see he was crying in his sleep. The tears streamed down his face. He wore only his shorts; his bare chest heaved with his crying. At the center of his shorts, I could see… I remember scolding myself for daring to think about that. 'I need you, Dolly!' he cried suddenly, and I knelt quickly beside him.
'I'm here, Daddy. I'm here,' I whispered, touching my fingers gently to his forehead. His face was hot. His arm suddenly whipped around my shoulder, pulling me to him, and I knew he was dreaming he was holding my mother. My tits were pressed tight against his chest, his hand was moving on my bare back. 'It's all right, Daddy,' I said in that same low whisper, and then his eyes suddenly blinked open.
'For just a moment there… I thought,' he said, stumbling over the words. He didn't finish the sentence. His arm left my shoulder, his hand brushing across my ass, accidentally, I suppose, as it dropped away from me, and then he began to weep, openly, unashamedly. I moved onto the bed, sitting close to his naked leg, and I held his face against my breasts. I could feel his tears on the bare flesh above my bra.
'I know what you thought, Daddy,' I told him. I stroked the back of his head with my fingers. 'You thought it was Mommy. Oh God, Daddy, I wish there was something I could do.' I was crying inside too.
He lifted his face from my breasts. 'You're done more than any girl could do, Brenda,' he said. 'I should be grateful. It's just that the nights get so…' His voice trailed away.
'So lonesome?' I said, finishing his sentence for him. I recall thinking that I was lonesome too but in a different sort of way. I hugged him tightly, then said, 'What you need is a good cry, and a good shoulder to have it on. And I'm going to see you have both. I'm going to spend the night right here.' Before he could say anything to that, I stood and walked to the door. It was then, as I stood there in the light from the hallway, dressed only in my bra and panties, ready to push the door closed, that he spoke the words which, I think, changed everything.
'You shouldn't be sleeping with me, you know?' he said in a voice that was suddenly changed. 'You're a woman now, all woman. You…'
I closed the door. 'Don't be silly. I'm your daughter, aren't I?' I said, crossing the room and slipping into bed beside him. But his words had made me all too aware of the fact that I was a woman; they had reminded me of my near-nakedness, of the horniness I thought I had left in my own room. They had driven home the fact that he was a very desirable man, though he was my own father.
I was suddenly aware of the coarse hair of his legs against the smooth flesh of my own, aware of the hard muscles of his body so close to me, and I remembered, suddenly and vividly, the way I had noticed the swell of his prick against his shorts as I had entered the room. I tried to stop myself, I swear I did, but I felt my cunt getting hot, the blood rushing to the tips of my tits. He must have known all this.
'I think you'd better kiss me goodnight, then go to your own room,' he said, his voice thick. I nodded my head in the darkness, then moved to do as he said. Our lips touched lightly.
And, all of a sudden, the two of us found there was no turning back.
Looking back, I honestly don't know when the kiss changed. Or who changed it, if you're looking for someone to blame. One moment, I was half out of bed, touching my lips to his in a daughterly kiss fully intending to leave, and the next moment was something entirely different.
'My mouth was open and so was his, our tongues touching wildly, and I had dropped my full weight down on him?' As he felt my bra-covered tits against his chest, his arm went around my back, squeezing the breath from me. I felt his dick go hard beneath my belly.
Slipping my hands beneath his head and holding him so our mouths were locked together, I slithered downward on the bed. I stopped with my legs spread wide, straddling him so that his rigid prick was beneath my crotch. Only a little cloth separated us. I ground my cunt against him, pressing down with all my strength.
He reacted as a man can be expected to react. As my fingers roved crazily over his chest and face, and my tongue darted in and out of his mouth, I felt his fingers slip beneath my panties, at the back, and then his hands were squeezing the cheeks of my ass. I spread my knees wide, and the fingers of one hand followed the crack of my ass downward until they discovered the tuft of hair at the back of my cunt. I raised my ass until the fingers were touching the trembling lips of my cunt. He slipped a finger inside it. I nearly came.
With one quick movement of both my hands, I grasped the bottom of my bra and yanked it upward. I let myself enjoy the way his hairy chest teased my rigid nipples for just a moment, then, ending the kiss and cupping my hand beneath my right tit, I thrust my knocker toward his mouth. It had been too long since my nipple had been inside a warm, sucking mouth.
'Suck my tits till I can't stand any more!' I pleaded shrilly, then bit my lip as he sucked my erected nipple between his lips. He drew it deep into his mouth. I felt him nip it with his teeth. My free hand slipped between our bodies, inside his shorts, found the hard shaft of his cock. I squeezed and stroked it at the same time, and his mouth moved from nipple to sweetly aching nipple, sucking my titties deeper into his mouth with each change.
'Bite them for me,' I moaned from deep in my throat. 'Not hard. But bite them! Oh, Daddy… Bite them! Bite them! Bite them! Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!' the words poured out of me — and it was then he seemed to realize, for the first time, what we were doing.
Time stood still.
'We can't… you know we can't do this, Brenda,' he said finally, a stricken look on his face. His hands were still on my ass, one finger in my cunt. I said nothing.
'I can't fuck… can't make love to my own daughter,' he said in anguish, but still his hands remained on my ass. I held tight to the hot shaft of his prick, saying nothing. When the words came, they came without me having to give it a second though.
'Why can't you fuck me?' I asked. 'I've been fucked before, and not by anybody I've loved. I love you. You love me. You need me. So why can't we fuck?' And as I glued my mouth to his once more, sucking as I sought his tongue, I pulled his cock completely free of his shorts. I felt him tugging my panties down over my hips.
The talking was done, it was time to fuck.
We clawed one another out of what little clothing we wore, and our hands were exploring as we did it. He seemed awed by my eagerness, thinking, I guess, like all fathers think, that his daughter knew nothing about fucking. And I was awed, too — by the size of his prick.
For one brief instant, as he lay naked and ready, I found myself comparing his cock to the puny tools of the boys I had known. That was the difference. They were boys; he was a man. His cock was at least four inches longer than any I had ever seen, much thicker, and his balls were heavy between his legs. I mounted him quickly; fucking with my guy beneath me has always been one of my favorite ways.
As I straddled him and reached down with one hand to grab his cock and guide it toward the eager lips of my cunt, he reached up to fill his hands with my tits. His hands felt rough against my nipples, rough in a way that I loved.
I had one knee on each side of his body, my cunt poised above him. Slowly I lowered myself onto the head of his prick. My insides screamed as the lips of my pussy were spread by the head of it. I gave myself more. But not too much. I paused, savoring the delicious feel of having my cunt spread farther than it had ever been before. His hands tightened on the globes of my tits, his hips lurched upward, and his cock was deep inside me. I put my hands on his chest and leaned forward, and he stroked the tits that dangled beneath me.
I could feel the warmth of his cock against the walls of my pussy, could feel it pressing against the hood of my clit, and I closed my eyes and began raising and lowering myself so that my movements matched exactly the speed with which he was stroking my tits. He moaned something I couldn't understand, then lifted his hips until his cock was totally sheathed by my cunt. I tasted blood on my lips.
There was a dull roaring in my ears; an electric tingling grew somewhere inside my cunt, sparked by his
