Lolly lay sobbing into her pillow. Never had she been used so brutally. Max was gone, but she could still feel his cock prodding her. She cried for an hour before she was finally cried out.
"I've got to get hold of myself," she said finally.
She got up and went into her bathroom. She turned the water on as hot as she could get it before she got under the spray. The hot water seemed to wash away some of the dirty feeling in her body.
"You enjoyed it," he had told her before he left. "You loved it. Maybe I'll come back again."
She felt herself shivering for fear that he would come back again. Sure, she had enjoyed some of it. He had brutally used her and she had responded brutally, but it left her with a used feeling. She hadn't gotten that feeling from Kenny or even from Uncle Zeke. Just with the big policeman.
Lolly realized she was going to have to do something. She couldn't allow that sort of thing to happen again, she couldn't allow men like Max to use her when they felt like it. She was going to have to stop her Uncle Zeke from sending any more strangers to her home.
But how? Lolly couldn't think of a way as she washed her bruised and tender body. She didn't know of anything she could do. Soon the rent would be due again and she would be right back where she started.
She turned the water off and stepped out of the tub. She looked at her flushed body in her mirror. She still looked the same. Virgins didn't have some special look that they lost after being fucked. She was still the same person.
She felt the tears coming up again. No, she wasn't the same person. After Max, she could never be the same person again. She still hurt from his hands.
"What can I do?" she asked herself.
She went back into her bedroom and sat back on the edge of her bed. She knew what she was heading for. She had seen lots of girls who finally had to move to the town and start working streets. In a few years they weren't pretty any more.
There would be a lot of men like Max who would use her and leave her hurting.
She was suddenly angry at her father. It was his fault. He should be supporting them. He shouldn't leave the responsibility to his oldest girl. He should be working instead of getting drunk. Other men had lost their wives and they had somehow made it. Her father could too.
Then she heard her father cry out and all her anger was gone. She couldn't help herself. She really loved her father. He had been a good man once. A really good man.
She wrapped a robe around herself as she walked from her bedroom into her father's.
He had been dreaming again. He often had bad dreams about her mother. He lay drenched in sweat.
"Oh, Daddy," she said.
She couldn't be angry at him. He was just so helpless. She went to his bathroom and got a damp rag. She went back and sat down beside him.
"It's all right, Daddy," she said softly. "I'm here. It's going to be all right."
She gently wiped the sweat away from his forehead and cheeks.
"Poor man," she said soothingly. "You loved her so much. So very much!"
Lolly transferred her angry thoughts to her mother. How could the woman have left him? Her mother had to be a cruel woman to leave her family.
It was strange, but Lolly didn't remember her as being cruel. She only remembered soft hands, a soft voice. She couldn't stay angry at her mother either.
Her father cried out again and Lolly spoke to him soothingly while rubbing his forehead.
"It's all right, Daddy," she said. "Your Lolly's right here. I'll take care of you."
Her father opened his eyes and blinked at her. "Lolly?"
"I'm here, Daddy," she said. "I'm right here. I won't go away. Just relax."
She wondered how her father could be a brother to her Uncle Zeke. The two men were not alike. Even drunk her father was a strong, handsome man. Her Uncle Zeke was ugly and fat.
She also wondered how her uncle had ever managed to marry such a fine-looking woman as Janet. Janet was a real snobbish blue blood and the two of them didn't seem to match.
Lolly leaned over and started to give her father a daughterly kiss on the cheek. Instead he moved his head and she found herself kissing his lips. She even felt his tongue stab at her.
She drew her head back as if her lips had been burned.
"Daddy," she said.
"You look like your mother," he said. "Just like her. You're so pretty. Let me kiss you, Lolly."
She was shocked, but she realized she shouldn't have been. Her father was a man and he was half drunk and he had been without a woman for a long time. And Lolly had found that most men were alike.
"Kiss me, Lolly," he said.
She couldn't refuse him, but she told herself that a few kisses wouldn't hurt and it might make him feel better. She felt so sorry for him.
She bent to kiss her father's lips and his arms went quickly around her.
"No, Daddy," she said weakly. She didn't pull away. Even after his tongue began stabbing at her mouth.
This time she opened her mouth and let his tongue rub against her own.
It might have stopped then if it hadn't been that she was hungry for a gentle touch. She wanted someone strong to love her gently, not ravish her as the policeman had done.
Her father was giving her the gentle touch she craved.
All along she kept telling herself that she could stop at any time. Yet she didn't protest when she felt his hand at the knot of her robe. She didn't try and stop him when he pulled her robe apart and bared her tits. He cupped one soft tit and she quit trying to fool herself. She didn't want to stop.
She wanted his soft touch, his soft hand fondling her tit. She knew that he was not completely sober, but she also knew that he was sober enough to stop.
He realized that she was his daughter and what he was doing was wrong. She knew that he didn't want to stop.
Both hands cupped her breasts and his fingers rubbed across her hard, aching nipples. She couldn't believe that she could feel anything after what she had gone through, but something in her father's touch aroused her.
She could feel a quivering excitement in her belly that made her push her tits against his fingers.
"Oh, Daddy," she groaned. "We shouldn't be doing this. We really shouldn't. Daddy, we should stop before it goes any farther. Oh Daddy!"
Even as she talked she knew that she really didn't want her father to quit touching her. She really did need his gentle fingers exploring her body.
He kissed her lips softly and their tongues touched again. His mouth was flavored with alcohol, but she didn't mind that.
His hands cupped her asscheeks and he pulled her tightly against him. She felt the growing bulge in his trousers pressed against her pussy mound.
She knew then that it had gone too far for either one of them to stop. She pulled away from him only long enough to strip off her robe completely.
His eyes ogled her fresh body and she sensed his hot excitement.
"Do I really look like mother?" she asked.
"God yes," he groaned. "Just like her, Lolly. You're such a sweet-looking thing."
One of his hands cupped her tit and then traced a line down her belly to her pussy mound. She tingled as his finger brushed across her pussy hairs.
"Touch me there," she said. "I want you to. Touch me there."
She spread her legs slightly and his hand covered her pussy. His hand was not at all like the rough touch that Max had given her. Her father was gentle but strong, and that turned her on a lot.
"Put one finger in me," she begged him. "It gets me all juicy down there."
She felt his finger prod cautiously at her lust-swollen cuntlips. Gently he pried apart the rosy folds of her pussy and one finger slipped easily into her hot box.
"Ummmm, Daddy," she groaned.
It was like she had promised him. It didn't take her long before she was hat and juicy between her legs. Her father really seemed to know what to do with his hands.
His free hand caressed her plump tit while his finger thrust into her cunt.
"Daddy, I like that." She shivered. "I like that so much."
She was juicy enough and he took his finger out. She didn't protest when he pushed her over on her back and lay beside her. His lips touched the soft white flesh of her throat. He licked at her throat and then down to the tops of her tits.
"I've wanted to kiss these for a long time," he said. "Such along time."
"Oh yes, Daddy!" she gasped. "Kiss my tits! Kiss them, bite them, suck them! Do what you want."
She was really getting turned on now. There was something exciting about kissing her father, something exciting about having his hands fondling her.
It seemed dirty, but yet it wasn't dirty. She couldn't understand her feelings about it. She only understood that she liked it and that it made her hot.
"Kiss them," she said again.
He kissed the tops of her tits and then moved his lips down to one hard bud. She gasped as she felt him suck her nipple between his lips. She was already hard, but something in his kiss made her nipple grow harder.
"You make me itch all over," she moaned. "Your lips feel so good. Suck my nipples like that! You make me feels so good, Daddy. You make me feel so good!"
He opened his lips wider and sucked more of her hot flesh into his mouth and at the same time his tongue fucked at her aching nipples.
His fingers went back between her legs, just resting at first on her soft pubic mound, but then his finger started prodding at her cunt again.
"Jesus," she moaned softly. "Oh Jesus, Daddy! You're really turning me on! You're getting me so hot!"
He started to move his lips from one of her hard nipples to the other.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" she moaned.
She reached between his legs and she touched the thick bulge in his trousers.
"Ummm, Daddy," she said, "That feels so good!"
He only mumbled as his lips kept sucking at her tits. Now his finger slipped inside her cunt. He moved his finger around in a wide circle that touched all of her cunt walls.
She tried to squeeze his hard prick though his trousers, but she couldn't get to it very well.
"Daddy," she said. "It's so big and hard. It feels so cramped in there."
"It is," he said.
"Maybe we should let it out," she suggested. "I wouldn't want it to hurt from being so cramped."
She laughed as she reached for the tab of his zipper. She knew there was no way that her father was drunk any more. He was in complete control of himself and he damned sure didn't want to stop. It was so hard to believe that this was happening, but then Lolly knew that it had been happening all along.
The comments about her lush body that her father often made in his drunken spells. Sometimes he had sounded as if he wasn't quite so drunk and he was more serious than joking.
And those many times that she had caught him looking at her with a hungry expression.
She knew now that her father had been thinking about this all along but he hadn't had the courage. She wondered what gave him the courage, now, and she thought that he might have seen something in his half drunk sleep.
Maybe he had been awake some of the time when Max had been fucking her.
Actually it didn't matter now. Nothing mattered except taking his cock out. She pulled on the tab of his zipper until she had his trousers opened. Then she darted her hand inside his trousers and touched the warmth of his hard cock.
"Ummmm," she said. "You're not wearing shorts, Daddy."
"No," he said.
Her fingers locked around his throbbing cock and she fished it out of his trousers. It seemed alive in her hand. It jumped and throbbed in a way that she hadn't felt before.
He groaned as her fingers tightened around the staff of his rod and she moved her hand up and down. A little spot of white appeared on the tip of his cock.
"Ummm," she said. "Now let me show you something nice, Daddy. Something you'll really like!"
This time it was her turn to push him onto his back. He had to take his hand out of her pussy, but she didn't mind that.
"You want me to kiss your dick?" she asked him.
"Oh God yes," he answered.
She was teasing because she'd already known what his answer was going to be. She brushed her thick blonde hair back from her forehead and bent her face to his lips.
She kissed the tip of his prick and tasted the salty flavor of his cum. Her daddy's cum! Never had the taste of cum excited her so much.
She took the bloated prick-head between her lips and bit down gently just below the crown.
"Ahhhhh," he moaned softly.
She held his staff tightly as she kept licking and biting the sensitive area around his crown. She kept tasting more of his jism leaking into her mouth.
"Baby!" he moaned. "Darling daughter! Keep licking me like that. Keep up that licking! Such a fine sweet mouth! You have a knack for blowiobs, baby!"
She had never thought of herself as having a knack for sucking, but his compliment pleased her.
She continued to use her tongue around his crown and she sensed his growing excitement. She slipped her hand down to fondle his balls and then she swallowed his thick cock.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned.
Max had taught her the trick and she would never forget him for that.
She willed herself to relax as she felt his prick deep in her throat and his heavy balls resting against her chin. She was able to use her tongue just a little and that increased his excitement.
"Jesus, you've got it all," he groaned. "Your mother couldn't do that. She couldn't take it all. Jesus, you've got all my cock in your mouth!"
Again she was pleased. She'd managed to do something her mother couldn't do. She was sure she could show him some other little tricks that her mother couldn't manage either.
His hands tangled in her thick blonde hair as she slowly released his prick. She didn't keep it out of her mouth long. She began moving her lips up and down the bloated length.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "You're good. You're so fucking good. Oh sweet baby!"
She still wasn't finished with him. She continued to suck and bite at his rod until she had all of his rod covered with her saliva. Reluctantly she allowed his prick to slip from her lips.
"I'm so hot, Daddy," she moaned. "Now I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your cock."
"Shit yeah," her father grunted. "I want your pussy. I need your hot cunt."
She moved up to straddle him. His face was red with lust and his eyes squeezed shut. He kept licking his lips and she realized he was more turned on than he'd been in a long time.
"How long since you'd had a woman, Daddy?"
"Not since your mother left," he answered.
"God," she said. "That's along time!"
She reached between them and found his jutting prick. She held his rigid prick tightly as she guided his cock-head up to her wet hole.
"I'm going to ride you, Daddy!" she groaned. "I'm going to ride you like a cowgirl! I'm going to ride your sweet cock until you fill me up with cum!"
"Fuck yes!" he groaned. "Put it in your pussy! I need your pussy! I need some good fucking! Ride me with your hot cunt!"
She slowly eased down on his cock. She felt his prick-head stretching the folds of her cunt and then popping inside. She was still sore from the brutal treatment Max had given her and it hurt a little bit.
"Let me rest a moment," she said. She tested a moment with just his prick-head inside her cunt. "Now!" she moaned.
He thrust upward and she felt the long length of his cock slide into her juicy hole. He fitted her cunt perfectly.
"Does it feel good?" she asked him, "Does my pussy feel good, Daddy?"
"Oh fuck yes," he answered.
Her hot juices had gotten her well lubricated and she was able to start a slow bounce. She wanted it slow and easy after all the rough fucking she'd gotten that day.
Her father seemed content to have it that way. He fucked her with a slow, easy rhythm that made Lolly feel good all over.
"Your pussy feels good, baby," he said. "Your pussy feels good and tight."
"And your cock feels nice," she moaned.
She rode him until she began to feel him thrusting a little faster and she could also feel his cock growing in the tight walls of her cunt.
She wasn't ready yet, but she knew that didn't matter.
Her father would probably be able to manage a great many more times before the night was over.
"Daddy," she said. "I'm going to get off now. I want to take your first hot load in my mouth."
"Oh fuck yes!" he groaned. "But you'd better hurry. I'm getting fucking close!"
She slipped off his prick and quickly put her mouth on his cock. She gobbled up his meat as the first thick gob of his jism erupted into her throat.
"I'm coming!" he yelled. "I'm fucking coming! I'm coming in your hot mouth! Fuck, it feels good. It feels so fucking good! I'm fucking coming in your mouth! Aghhhhhhh!"
More of his thick hot jism poured into her mouth and she swallowed as much of it as she could. He tasted good. She sucked him dry and then sucked for more.
"That's it, baby," he said weakly.
He'd come a lot, but she knew that wasn't all he had to offer. She began to kiss and lick at the crown of his cock and she felt it start to harden immediately.
"Jesus," he groaned. "What are you doing to me?"
She gobbled his meat down again and she felt it grow hard in her mouth. She released it and licked down to his balls. She kissed each of his balls gently.
"I need to be fucked, Daddy," she moaned. "I need to be fucked so bad."
It was true. She'd never needed it as much as she did right then. Her whole body ached with need. She found herself being pushed over onto her back.
"Now I'll fuck you – like a man," he said.
There was something new and different in his voice and somehow Lolly knew a change had happened. He wasn't the same man who had been brought in drunk. He was in command of himself. Perhaps a good fucking was all he really needed to forget about his wife.
"Baby," she moaned. "Put it in me! Put it in my pussy!"
He climbed between her legs and she felt his hard cock nudge at her pussy.
"Lift your legs," he said.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his buttocks even as he shoved his cock into her pussy. His prick went in easily and there was no sore feeling this time.
"Ahhhh!" she groaned. "Now fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me good!"
He drove his prick into her savagely and brought it out again. He mauled her titties as he pushed his cock back into her again. She squeezed her thighs tight around his cock.
"Do it to me!" she cried.
He fucked her hard but without the brutality of Max. He was good with his cock. He knew how to move it so that it would excite her the most.
"Jesus, that's niceee!" she wailed.
He slammed his cock into her pussy again and again and she felt the hot spasms shake her. She ground herself up against him, trying to draw his pecker in as deep as she could get it.
"Fuck me, Daddy!" she cried. "Fuck me hard!"
His hands still groped her titties as he drove his prick into her pussy. His balls slapped against her. She felt the first trembling in her belly.
"I'm coming, Daddy!" she moaned. "I'm coming!"
She bit her lips as her body was shook with excitement.
"Coming!" she cried. "I'm comingggg!"
At the same time she felt his thick prick spurt into her pussy with even more cum than before. It felt so good. She wrapped her legs tightly around him as he rocked back and forth.
"That's right, Daddy," she moaned. "Put it all in me! Put in every drop!"
They fell together but Lolly knew that the night was just starting. Her daddy still had plenty to give.