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CHAPTER EIGHT

Wendy began to dwell on the things she and her father had done when she was young. The more she thought about it, the more unfair it had seemed to her. She was sure her father had been very frustrated, despite the many times he had jacked off onto her stomach, or the times she had taken his thick, long cock in her little hand and jerked him off.

No man could be satisfied for long with a hand-job, Wendy felt.

There might be a few, but she had no interest in a man that wanted only a hand-job. A cock, hard and ready, belonged inside a hot, wet cunt, or a greedy mouth. She smiled, and added: or a tight asshole.

She bathed for a long time while her son was off at his football practice again. She loved hot water, the feel of a soft, fragrant soap on her skin. Her skin was so smooth and satiny, and she wanted to keep it that way for as long as she could. She knew her son would eventually start looking at the creamy-fleshed young girls soon enough, and she also knew when it happened, she would be unable to compete with those tight, curvy bodies. But until her son lost interest in her body, she was going to keep it as pliable and exciting as she could.

Drying herself, she slipped into a fresh pair of bikini panties, white ones with delicate pink roses along the front. Sliding a tight skirt over her hips, she zipped it then slipped her arms into a lacy blouse. She looked as good as any tight assed teenaged girl, she was pleased to see in her mirror. For the time being, her tits still stood high and firm, and her ass protruded delicious ly. The slit of her skirt showed an expanse of smooth, slim thigh. Stepping into heels, she then applied a faint coat of lipstick, using no other makeup. She brushed her long hair until it gleamed. Wendy didn't think older women were attractive with long hair, but she had a few years to go before she was in that class, she told herself.

Knowing her son would not be home for a couple of hours, she drove to her father's house for a short visit. She had not seen him in a couple of months, and felt guilty about it. Even though still young, he had time on his hands. He had retired too early, he kept complaining, but when Wendy suggested he find work, he refused, saying no one wanted a man his age. Now, he worked in his flower garden behind the house, growing prize-winning roses.

She found her father in the flower garden. He was sitting on his heels, weeding and fertilizing.

"Daddy," she said, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. "I've been worried about you. I had to visit."

"Worried about me?" he asked, his eyes twinkling up at his daughter. "Why worry about me?"

Wendy saw his still-handsome face, and felt love for him. She stood at his side, rubbing her hands through his hair, amazed that there was no sign of gray yet. His hands were dirty from his work, so he didn't touch her.

"Not worried, really," she said. "Just concerned."

"Where's that boy of yours?"

"Where else? Football practice."

"He's getting big, isn't he?" her father said. "You better keep a close eye on him, Wendy. One of those cute little girls is going to grab him one of these days."

"Keep an eye on him?" she teased. "I'd rather let him have fun."

"Oh?"

Her father looked up at her, his eyes taking in the thrust of her tits, seeing the dark peaks of her nipples, then down at her flat stomach and rounded hips. His eyes paused on the bit of flesh that was exposed by the slit of her skirt.

"You know how boys are," she said, pleased that he was looking at her body after all this time. "They get horny, Daddy."

"It's not just boys that get horny," he said softly.

"Daddy, why don't you marry again?"

"I don't want to," he replied.

"Then get a girlfriend."

"I don't want a girlfriend, either," he said, turning back to his roses. "Too much trouble. Once you take them out a time or two, the next thing you know, they're moving in with you, and there it is. A man can end up with a wife before he knows what happened."

Wendy squatted at his side. She knew it was a provocative squat, but that was her intention. She didn't keep her knees closed. The skirt fell away from her thigh, almost to her hip. She watched her father trying to avoid looking at her now.

"Daddy," she said softly, "Is there anything… anything at all, that I can do for you?"

She saw his shoulder shake, and placed her hand on it.

"I'll do anything you need, Daddy," she went on softly, a suggestive tone in her voice.

"Maybe you should be the one to marry again, Wendy," he replied after a time. "Maybe you're getting a little horny, yourself."

"No, Daddy." She smiled. "I'm okay."

She caressed his shoulder through his shirt, feeling him tremble.

"Daddy, how do you cope?" she asked. "I mean, I know you're a sensual man. What are you doing for sex?"

Her father shook as his breathing increased, but he poked at the soil and didn't look at her, not answer her.

"You're not… you know, playing with yourself, are you?"

"That was a long time ago, Wendy," he said, his voice very low.

"I know when it was, Daddy," she purred, rubbing his back.

"But to answer your question…" He didn't finish. He had turned to look at her, and saw between her thighs. He saw the crotch of his daughter's panties, saw them puffed out with her cunt. He drew in a deep breath, and stared openly, feeling his cock swell in his pants.

Wendy ran her other hand up her father's thigh, slowly. She stopped before her fingers touched his obviously hard cock. "Daddy… I'm a big girl now."

"I know," he whispered, staring between her thighs.

"And I need more then masturbation now," she went on. "Remember those times you came on my stomach?"

"Wendy, that was a long time…"

"Daddy, it was fun," she said, working her fingers higher on his thigh. "I loved doing those things with you, and you know I did. I never once felt ashamed of it, or of you."

"Wendy…"

Her fingers touched his cock through his pants, and he stopped breathing. She spread her knees wider.

"See how big I am now, Daddy?" she murmured huskily. "I have hair now, Daddy, and nice tits too. I've got a son and no husband. But I don't want a husband, either. You don't want a girlfriend and I don't want a boyfriend. What are we to do, Daddy? We still get horny, don't we?"

Her father started to turn his eyes from her crotch. Wendy caught his chin and held his face toward her. "It's okay to look at me, Daddy. You've been looking at me since I was a young girl. You've been jacking off on my stomach. You've let me jack you of. I haven't changed, Daddy. I don't think you have, either."

Holding his chin in one hand, Wendy slipped her palm over his cock, closing her fingers, feeling it so hard through his pants.

"Look up my skirt, Daddy."

When she released his chin, he didn't turn away, but stared under her skirt at her tight panties. Wendy squeezed her father's cock hard, making him moan. She drew her other hand between her legs, and ran the tip of a finger along the crotch of her panties, pressing them into her pussy so her father could see the outline of it. She stroked his cock as best she could through his pants, and slipped a finger into her panties, then pulled them to one side, showing her hairy cunt to his steaming eyes.

"See, I've grown up a lot," she said in a breathless voice. "I've got a lot of soft hair on my pussy now." She exposed her clit. "You never touched me, Daddy. Not once did you ever touch my cunt. Oh, I wanted you to touch my pussy and feel it and play with it so much, but you never did. Daddy… feel my cunt now."

Her father began to tremble, but his cock seemed to increase with hardness in her hand. Knowing she was going to have to urge him more, she began to open his pants. He didn't resist her, nor protest. He stared up between her legs at her cunt, her panties caught to one side, as she opened his pants and pulled his thick cock out. With a soft moan of remembered pleasure, Wendy clutched her father's cock hard, seeing the head bulge up, his piss-hole leaking juicily. She pumped her fist up and down.

"Daddy, you're just like I remember… so hard, so long, so thick."

"Wendy…" he moaned.

Holding his cock, Wendy grabbed his hand, ignoring the dirt. She drew it up her thigh, smearing her flesh with the dirt.

"Touch me, Daddy," she urged in a hot whisper.

"My hands are dirty, Wendy," he groaned. "I don't care," she answered, pulling his hand to her cunt. "Feel me, Daddy. Feel me up… feel my cunt!"

She pumped his cock as she drew his fingers to her pussy. She pressed his palm into her cunt, her hand covering his to hold it there. "See how hot my cunt is, Daddy? It's always been a hot cunt. God, I wanted you to feel my cunt so many time, and you wouldn't do it. Feel, it now, Daddy. Rub my pussy… play with it. You want to touch my cunt, Daddy. You wanted to touch my cunt a long time ago. Touch it and play with it, feel of it. See how hot and wet my cunt is, Daddy?"

"God, Wendy!" he gasped, pressing his palm into her pussy. "I'm getting you dirty."

"I don't care," she purred, jacking on his throbbing cock. "I can wash later, I just want you to feel me up, to play with my cunt. Please, Daddy, play with my cunt!"

While her father rubbed at her cunt, she stroked his cock, running her palm over the big head, feeling him drip. She breathed with excitement as she stroked his prick, squeezing it.

"Put your hand inside my panties, Daddy," she urged hotly.

His hand shaking, he slipped it into her panties, and ran his fingers through the lush, soft hair, then across her clit.

"Oooohhh, Daddy!" Wendy squealed.

Her cunt immediately went into contractions.

"You're making me come, Daddy!"

He felt his daughter's cunt in spasms, and rubbed at her clit firmly to keep her orgasm going. He stared between her shaking thighs, his cock almost ready to burst into her hand. While she came, Wendy clutched her father's cock tightly, but not moving up and down. Her orgasm was intense, making he weak, her eyes half closed as she squealed.

When the spasms slowed, she looked into her father's face with glowing eyes. "That's the first time you ever touched my cunt, Daddy, and you see what happens? I come!"

He grinned at her. "I should have played with your little pussy long ago, Wendy. I sure wanted to."

"I know you should have, Daddy," she said, and kissed him, stroking his cock again. "Now you have to make up for all those times you didn't."

She squatted with her knees wide, and looked dawn as her father's hand, inside her panties, rubbed at her pussy. She held her breath as he pushed his middle finger into her cunt.

"Oohhh, Daddy, finger-fuck it!"

He stabbed his finger in and out, listening to the juicy sounds. His cock throbbed with hardness as she pumped it.

"Hot little cunt, baby," he said softly. "Such a hot little cunt!"

"It's always been a hot cunt," she answered, "ever since you jacked off on my stomach in the shower."

He looked up at the sun. "We shouldn't be doing this out here," he said. "Let's go in the house, Wendy."

"No!" she hissed. "I don't want to stop. I want to make you come now, Daddy. You made me come, and now it's my turn to make you come."

Her father, still sitting on his heels, panted as she pumped on his cock. He was dripping so much the shaft was slippery with juices, and her fist jerked up and down easily. Wendy gazed at the swollen head, watching his piss-hole flare, gleam in the sunlight.

"Daddy, I want… I'm going to…"

She lowered her face, pushing it to his crotch. Her father tried, weakly, to stop her.

"No, I want to suck it, Daddy," she said, and leaned down, her hot lips kissing the wet piss hole. She ran her lips down the shaft, purring with pleasure, tasting him. It was awkward, squatting and leaning into his lap, but she kissed up and down his cock feverishly.

"I've got to be more comfortable," she whispered, and stretched out on the grass at his side. She jerked her skirt to her hips, her pantied ass exposed. "You always liked to see my ass, Daddy. You always said I had a pretty ass. I hope you still think it's pretty."

"God, Wendy!" he groaned as her lips closed about his cock, taking it deeply into her mouth. "It's still a beautiful little ass!"

Wendy lifted her mouth, her lips against the dripping piss-hole. "Shove my panties down and look at my ass, Daddy. I'm going to make you come now. I'm going to do something with your cock I wanted to do long ago. I'm going to suck you off, Daddy! I'm going to make you come, in my mouth, not on my stomach this time."

With feverish hands, he pushed his daughter's panties past her swelling ass, and gazed at it while Wendy began stuffing her mouth with his cock again.

It was enormous in her mouth, much bigger than her son's. She swallowed as much of it as she could, and found no room to lick with her tongue. Her lips were stretched as wide as possible, and still she could only get three quarters of her father's cock into her mouth. She sucked up and down, moaning softly, the cheeks of her ass bunching, feeling his eyes on them. He dripped a lot, and she found she couldn't swallow with his thick cock in her mouth. She sucked up on his cock and then swallowed.

"Daddy, I couldn't do this when I was little," she murmured. "Your cock is so fucking big, I would never have been able to get it in my mouth back then. But… ohhhh, Daddy, I want you to come in my mouth!"

Her father turned toward her, spreading his knees about her head. While Wendy sucked up and down his cock, she moved her hands under his ass and cupped it, making whimpering sounds as her lips slipped up and down his hard cock. She shivered when she felt her father stretch his hands down her back to cup and fondle her exposed ass. She pushed her naked ass into his hands, gurgling around his cock.

She twisted her lips around, bobbing her head, sucking with a hunger that had been in her for many years. As thrilling as it had been to suck her son's cock that first time, she was even more excited to have her father's cock in her mouth. She thrilled to the fullness, to the way her tingling lips stretched, the way she had to lift up just to swallow the hot fluids that dripped out of his piss-hole.

"Ohhh, Wendy!" he moaned.

"Mmmmm," she replied, sucking harder and faster when she felt his cock begin to throb more powerfully between her lips. She wished she had taken his balls out of his pants to feel on her chin, but right now she didn't want to stop long enough to do so. She hungered for her father's cock, for the creamy, thick juice his heavy balls contained.

"Wendy, are you sure?" he gasped. "God, you're sucking so good, baby! You're so good with your mouth! Honey you're about to make me come!"

Wendy raced her lips up and down her father's cock, greedily sucking, urging him to spurt into her mouth. She cupped her fingers around his as through his pants. Her father was squeezing her ass tightly and she pushed into his hands.

"Ohhh, Wendy!" he moaned, his cock jerking with hardness, between her lips.

The eruption of his juices into her mouth, despite her readiness, almost choked her. She couldn't swallow; his cock was too thick and filled her mouth. She felt the scalding spurts of his come-juice fill her mouth, the taste making her come again. She sucked up and down as he came, unable to prevent his juices from seeping past her lips and running down the shaft of his cock. Still she kept most of his juice inside her mouth until her finally stopped squirting. With a low moan of ecstasy, Wendy sucked up his cock and then pulled her lips from the head. She swallowed, a low moan of pleasure coming from her. She darted her tongue out and licked the juices from the softening shaft of his cock, then rolled onto her back on the grass, her face radiant with happiness.

"God, Daddy, that was good," she breathed. "I knew you'd taste good, and you came so much."

Her father was gazing down at her, her panties stretched about her slender thighs. "Wendy, you have a hairy cunt now."

She giggled. "I'm not a little girl anymore, Daddy. Of course my cunt has hair."

"You're also the best cock-sucker." He grinned at her. "I've never had a blow-job like that before. You're really very good, Wendy."

"I know," she said, wrinkling her nose. "I've been getting a lot of practice lately."

"Tony?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Must run in the family," he replied.