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!'
That's the one thing she had never, never done. Let Dan fuck her in the ass. He wanted to. He'd tried several times, but she'd squirmed away in disgust.
She couldn't help it. Her upbringing had been so strict. Rhonda had thought back to her childhood many times during her months alone. And she realized now that her mother's stern lectures had completely turned her off. As a virgin bride she had been properly fearful of sex. Her mother said it hurt, and it sure did. And after that everything went from bad to worse. Damn, she thought, if I could only do it all over again.
But it was too late for that. Dan probably never wanted to see her again. She couldn't blame him. He had his red haired bitch. Why would he want to give her another chance?
Rhonda fingered her restless cunt through the slacks she wore to work. Well, if I can't have Dan, there is a way I can have a cock like his. She smiled and rubbed harder on her drooling slit, thinking lewd thoughts of her young son Brad.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rhonda's heart leaped into her throat when she saw Dan's new red sports car parked in front of the house. Something's happened, she thought. One of the kids has been hurt!
She ran across the lawn toward the door. Small, cold breaths of fear chilled her lungs and made her racing heart shiver. Outside the door, she paused a second to collect herself. Rhonda took a long, calming breath. Then she smoothed her silver blonde hair.
'What happened?' she asked as she burst into the room. 'Dan, what's wrong?'
Her ex-husband smiled stiffly. He was sitting cross-legged on the living room couch, looking calm and in control. And very sexy, as always. Rhonda's thumping heart now beat with a new rhythm.
'Nothing's wrong,' he assured her. His smile softened. Dan looked more friendly now than when she had first burst into the living room. He was thinking of his daughter Cindy, comparing her with his ex-wife.
Rhonda's hair didn't have the gleam of pure gold. The years had streaked it with silver. She was more full- breasted than Cindy, and her hips flared more dramatically from her narrow waist.
'You're looking good,' Dan said simply. 'Damn good!' He liked the flashing veins of silver in her long hair. And his lips moved, hungry once again for her large, thick-nippled breasts.
'I'm sure you didn't come by in the middle of the night just to tell me how I look,' Rhonda said. Her tone was cool, the words quite crisp. Rhonda bit her lip, wishing she'd given him a warmer greeting.
'Er, no.' Dan searched for words. He couldn't tell her the truth. Not the whole truth. Not yet. 'Cindy called, said she wanted to talk. She sounded pretty upset, so I came over.'
'Upset? Upset about what?'
Dan searched her eyes, her expression for some hint of her inner thoughts. 'She misses me,' he said finally. 'She wants me to come home.'
'Oh.' Rhonda let the small word drop like a brick from the top of a ten story building. 'And what do you want?' She stood near him now, looking down, wondering if he would mind if she sat beside him.
'Oh, you know me,' he said lightly. 'What I always wanted.'
'Aaaah, yes.' Rhonda threw herself down beside him on the couch. 'Dan,' she blurted, 'oh, Dan, I was such a fool! I got so tired working and raising the kids. I… I let you down. And I'm sorry!' Rhonda coiled her arms around his neck and hugged him nervously. The sudden warmth of him made her pussy juices flow wet and free – a wonderful sensation she had missed for far too long.
'That was then,' he said without a trace of bitterness. 'It's now I'm wondering about.' One of her softly swollen breasts had mashed itself flat in the hollow beneath his left arm. The other leaned temptingly across his chest. Dan cupped the creamy tit and squeezed it warmly, working his fingers toward the thick nipple at its peak.
'Now I need you. I want you. Oh, Dan, I want you so much!' Rhonda warmed instantly to his touch. She pulled her shoulder back and pressed her full breast more firmly into his grasp.
'Do you?' he asked doubtfully. He found the side zipper of her slacks and pulled it down, working his hand across her sleek panties toward the slit of her cunt.
'Yes! Oh, God, yes!' she rocked her hips to meet his probing fingers.
He worked his hand up, inside the elastic and down through her damp tangle of cunt hair. 'How much?' he asked, sliding one long finger to the mouth of her drooling gash.
Rhonda squirmed and her mouth trembled. 'I… I can't tell you how much. Let me show you!' She arched strongly, stabbing his finger into her juicy slit, clinging and writhing while she worked her way out of her clothes.
'I can't remember the last time you got this hot!'
'It's not the last time,' she assured him. 'It's the first. The first of many! Oh, Dan, take me back! Just take me. Do anything you want!'
'Anything?' he asked on an in drawn breath. Her searching hands had found his naked cock. His raging heat had dried the thick oils from his daughter's pussy, but the sheen and the scent of her remained.
'Yes, anything!' Rhonda took a deep breath. She caught the scent of cunt, but never would have dreamed where it came from. She jerked her hand excitedly up and down his gleaming cock.
'Aaaaahhhhh,' Dan said. He'd wondered at first if this woman could ever excite him again. She had at first,
