Angie Durham sat on her bed awaiting her father's entrance. Her feelings encompassed a mixture of anger at his possible treatment of his new wife and fear of having to return to the frigid care of her mother. Damn it all, anyway! He should have let them know he was coming home. She and Mitch would never have gone to Laura's room if there had been any hint of their father returning.
The summer had begun so deliciously. She had met her promise to herself. The little blonde gasped at the realization of how far she had advanced from the anxious teen-ager yearning to lose her cherry. She had come a hell of a long way. No matter what her father did with her, she had no intention of returning to the past. She liked to fuck. Damn it, she would keep on fucking. One way or another she would keep her ass on the ground and her cunt opened to some hot prick.
She stormed up from the bed and went to her bath for a shower. The warm water flowing about her body sewed to support her conviction. She was a passionate young woman. She responded to touch. She thrilled to a man's touch. She trembled under a woman's touch. She even shivered in delight from the touch of water running over her satin skin. She was made for fucking. Her dad had better understand that. He could send her back to Mom, but he could never stop her from fucking any chance she got. No way!
Angie toweled and slipped into a light robe. She decided she'd better play things a little bit coyly, though. Her dad just might be lenient if she appeared to be soft and fluffy – his sweet, innocent little Angie. The blonde ran to her dresser and brushed her hair rapidly until it sparkled in the soft light. She changed her robe for a baby-doll gown with ruffled bikini panties. The minor flashed her reflection back at her. Angie posed her body before the mirror. She practiced facial expressions, attempting to find one that would be sure to melt her father's anger. Disgusted at her failure, she flung herself on the bed and beat at the pillows in frustration.
It had not been the reunion with her father she would have preferred after four years without seeing him. The girl cursed herself for not immediately overcoming her fear at being discovered. She should have rushed to his arms and shown him how happy she was to have him back at home. She'd blown it! She had been more concerned about Laura and Mitch and herself than she had been about her dad.
She did not hear him enter her room. She was still lying face down, her ass temptingly thrust upward, her luscious thighs revealed all the way to her ruffled panties, when he walked quietly into the room and stood looking down at his lovely young daughter. Graham Durham cleared his throat and watched the girl jump in surprise. She spun about quickly, her gown flipping upward to reveal the firm round ass and then the deep, sensuous V of her crotch.
Angie missed another opportunity to welcome him home. She was caught off guard and again reacted in fear more than in delight. She sat up, but watched him through eyes wide in apprehension. Her tits heaved in tenor against the gossamer material of her gown. The nipples pressed madly into the sheer gauze as she waited for his scolding to begin.
"I've been hearing some disturbing news about you, Angie," he began in a gruff voice. "I can imagine how such a report would affect your mother."
Angie swallowed the dryness in her throat and stared at him. Mom would send her to a convent or worse for only a fraction of what she had been doing. She hung her head in sorrow at what she assumed to be the inevitable outcome of this conversation.
"Do you think I should return you to her?" he asked.
Angie looked up at him. Fight it as she might, she could not prevent the tears from coming to her eyes. She could not refrain them from streaming down her face. She wanted to rush to him and plead, yet her pride would not allow such a display. So she sat and wept at the thought of being returned to a mother who had no comprehension of her sexual needs.
"Enough of that!" her dad insisted firmly. "You asked if you thought I should. I didn't say I was planning to."
She looked up quickly in disbelief. Her tits pounded against the gown. Her deep, quick breath accented their roundness and firmness.
"That," Graham continued, "is the last thing I'd think of doing."
The little blonde leaped from the bed and caught her father about the neck. She covered his face with her passionate kisses. She pressed her body against him and clung wildly to his chest and shoulders. He slowly extricated himself from her and held her at arm's length.
"However," he continued with his voice resuming its stem tone, "I feel that some form of discipline is in order. You know I've always felt that discipline should be quick and sure. It should never be prolonged. I haven't been with you for so many years, that I don't want our summer together marred by your being under any disciplinary restrictions. So, I hope you understand why I'm going to punish you in this way. I agree it's normally reserved for much younger children. Nevertheless, just now I can think of no better."
He sat down on her bed and pulled her to him by her hand. Angie numbly let him lay her across his legs and pull her panties down to her knees. She could hardly believe he was going to spank her! Her first reaction was to resist. Who the hell did he think he was? She didn't have to put up with this sort of treatment. She'd scratch his eyes out if he tried to lay a hand on her. She began to twist free, planning to resist his punishment. Suddenly Angie caught herself. This might be demeaning, even humiliating. Still, it was better than being bundled back, to Mom. As long as he didn't beat her too harshly she would put up with it this once. At least she'd be able to remain here with Mitch and Laura.
The little blonde jumped as his hand came quickly across her ass. It was a stinging blow. He did not hit her brutally, not with that or with any of the succeeding spanks. He hit her briskly, though, stinging the hell out of her. Angie felt her ass begin to tingle from the rapid slaps. The blood ran to the surface of the skin and pulsed about the glowing cheeks of her rump. His hands slapped across her quickly, stinging her even to a peculiar sensation of agonized pleasure. Damn, the girl realized, the way he spanked wasn't half-bad. Her pussy was actually beginning to pulse along with her ass. Her pussy was throbbing. Her tits, as well, as they bounced from the force of the blows.
Angie twisted her body against his legs as he continued his punishment. She squirmed her cunt against his thigh. She pressed her tits against his other thigh, then felt her dad's hand hold her beneath the swinging tits. She let them roll about over his hand. She felt him cup them more firmly. His thumb played over the nipples. His fingers outlined their exquisite shape. His leg was pulsing beneath her cunt. His hand slapped less briskly now, more sensuously. Each slap became more like a caress and landed nearer her panting pussy. Her body was throbbing with desire. She shook ecstatically from the excitement of his touch. She gasped passionately beneath the caresses about her tits and the slow rocking of his leg beneath her cunt.
"Oh, Daddy," she moaned as she hugged his legs. "I love you. Daddy, I love you so."
His hand ceased its spanking. His hand caressed over her stinging ass and down between her thighs. He leaned over and lay his head on her back as he cuddled her tits lovingly. His hand moved up her thighs and caressed her cunt softly. He hugged her against himself, pulling her up by tit and pussy.
"Angie, baby," he whispered, "did you think I could ever send you away? You're my girl, my only little girl."
He lifted her from his knees and laid her across the bed. She turned onto her back and smiled up into his adoring eyes. He looked at her shimmering blonde hair which cascaded about one shoulder. He looked at the smile on her wide, sensuous lips. He looked at the firm tits, their nipples clearly visible through the gown. He looked at her soft, inviting thighs and long, lithe legs. He shook his head as though unable to believe his Angie could have become so breathlessly beautiful.
"You were always pretty," he told her as his hand caressed up her arm. "But I never dreamed even you could be so absolutely beautiful. What a hell of a woman you've become. No wonder Laura's totally devoted to you."
Angie pulled him down over her. Their lips met in a chaste kiss which quickly became a pulsing, throbbing demand in both of them. She parted her lips for his tongue and thrust her tits against his chest as hard as she could. She lifted one knee to bring a leg up against his groin. His cock was swelling. She moved the thigh against the growing hardness while his hands searched beneath the flimsy gown and fastened over her tits.
The little blonde thrilled to his touch. She had always believed her dad to be the handsomest man she'd ever seen. She was throbbing in the delirious knowledge that she was able to suck his cock. He wanted to caress her tits. He wanted to fuck her! She hoped he wanted to fuck her. She certainly wanted him to fuck her.
She reached for her father's cock and felt it against his trousers. She traced its shape through the material while his thumbs played about her nipples and his hands cupped her heaving tits. She felt one hand come down to her thighs and caress the glowing skin. Her father slipped the hand up to her pussy and stroked through the hairs into the lips of her cunt.
"Oh, Daddy," she murmured, "that feels so good. It's so wonderful to have you love my pussy. Your touch sends chills all through my body."
She tugged at his belt at the same time she kicked her panties the rest of the way off her legs. She got his waist open and shoved pants and shorts downward until his cock in loving hands and pumped it adoringly. She leaned over and kissed the great knob. She sucked lightly on it and kissed it again. The thought that she had come from the big cock made it all more exciting. Years back this cock had made her. Tonight that cock would make her again, but in a different way. He gave her life with one fuck. He would give her a new enjoyment of that life in another fuck. She covered her daddy's wonderful pecker with her mouth and sucked madly upon it. Her hands gasped about his balls in the ecstasy of her rising passion.
Her dad moved about and brought his lips down to her cunt. He gathered the throbbing pussy to his adoring lips and kissed it passionately. His tongue roamed about her cunt. His breath drew against her pulsing cunt in deep draws which threatened to suck her juices out of her. Angie sucked just as deliciously on his pounding cock. She held it in both hands and twisted her mouth deliriously over the head. Her body was alive with her need for him. She shook all over in the intensity of her desire. The thought of fucking this most wonderful, most important man in her life had her exploding with wild anticipation.
"Daddy," she breathed huskily, "I'm about to explode. Fuck me, Daddy. Please fuck me. I want your cock in me. I want to feel this beautiful prick in my cunt. I love you so, Daddy. Please fuck me!"
"My precious baby," he whispered as he turned and lifted her gown to get his lips at her tits. "My beautiful little Angie. Fucking you is the most wonderful thing I can imagine. I just hope my old pecker is worthy of going in your precious cunt."
The huge, warm cock-head pressed into the lips of her pussy as he sucked deeply on her ecstatic tits. His cock stretched her cunt as it entered. The head rubbed firmly against her clit, sending sparks of deeper passion running through her cunt into her entire body. She stroked her legs against him to urge him on deeper into her snatch. She thrust her heaving tits about his face and caressed him about his shoulders and neck.
"Keep going," she pleaded. "It doesn't hurt. It feels so good. Push it deep inside me. Fill me, Daddy. Fill me with your cock. Let it plunge in me. Don't be shy, Daddy. I want you to fuck me all the way."
The long, hard cock began its slow build-up of thrusting. He plunged into his daughter's cunt deeply but slowly. He plunged into her hole even deeper but not so slowly. He picked up the pace of his thrusts. She felt the cock driving all the way into her, driving through her, ripping her glowing cunt, stretching and filling her sweating pussy. He fucked her better than she'd ever been fucked. He fucked her harder than she'd ever been fucked. He brought her to a more total explosion than she'd ever experienced. She began to scream in wild delight. Angie shouted and sang as her daddy kept fucking away.
"Now!" she cried as she went through a new orgasm. "Fill me, Daddy! Let it blow! Empty your jizz in me. I want to feel your cock as happy as my pussy. Oh, Daddy, this is such a wonderful, beautiful fuck!"
She felt her body lifted from the bed as her father unloaded his charge. The warmth flooded through her. The ecstatic cock filled the walls of her trembling cunt with its turn. He held her tightly and poured his adoration into her. He held her and plowed violently at her. They shook and clung together. They pulsed and thrashed over the bed. They reared and tossed and caught one another in erupting passion.
"So good," Angie mumbled in her delirium. "That's so good."
Her dad held her lovingly after she passed through her orgasm. He caressed her aching body with adoring hands. He kissed her from head to toe and back. Angie smiled into his wonderful face and pulled him down to her lips. She kissed him, then looked up at the two nude forms who were entering the room. She looked at the twinkle in Laura's eyes and at the satisfaction in Mitch's.
"Can anyone join this party?" Laura asked.
"Feel free," Graham Durham answered. "After all, we're just one big family around here. Just one fucking family."
Angie began to laugh. What a summer was ahead of her! Just wait till her room-mate came to visit. Her friend would never believe a girl could have such fun at home.