"Stop it, please," he murmured, but I didn't stop. And gradually I felt his arms encircling me again, and he was hugging me and petting my hair and my body seemed to flow into a pool and mingle with his. The weight of his erection was incredible it felt long and thick and I could sense the body heat of him coming through his clothes and touching me. Where I lived.
"Barbie," he said, calling me that name again, "do you understand now? Do you understand why I kept you at a distance these past four years? Do you understand why I don't want to be with you, don't want you around me?"
I shook my head. "I don't understand. I never understood."
"Damn it, for a while I was too hurt, too bereaved to have much interest in you. The main focus of my life had gone and I was empty. And then I began to look at you, remembering the girl who'd grown up next door to me you came to look like her more and more every day it was as if my life had started all over again and I was able to have another chance with my Barbie. But you're my daughter, for God's sake, and the feelings I was beginning to have about you – they were horrible – I used to watch you as you walked through the house and all I could think of was that you were your mother, come back to life, come back to life, come back to me." He stopped, swallowed hard, and went on.
"I had to get you out of the house, away from me. That's why I sent you to school, why I kept sending you to school. I wanted you, Barbie junior, I wanted you in ways a father isn't supposed to want his daughter – oh, Jesus, do I have to tell you every filthy detail, every wild fantasy? Can't you understand enough, the way I am now? Let go of me, Barbie, please let go of me."
I didn't let go. "Oh, Daddy," I said, "I don't want to let you go again! All this time I thought you didn't love me."
"And instead I loved you too much. In the wrong way."
"No," I said, shaking my head firmly. "You can't love anyone too much. And as far as love's concerned, there is no wrong way. Oh, Dad, let me help you. You need help you need it more than I do, I think."
And with that I unclasped my arms from around him and sank to my knees in front of Daddy. I looked up at his face, reassuring him with my eyes that it really was all right, and then I laid my cheek against the big pillar of his cock. He shivered when I touched him there, and he shivered even more when I reached up and unzipped his trousers. My hand slipped inside, still wet from my swim, and I found his big lump with no problem. It was burning hot inside his shorts and I held him in the palm of my hand, fingers slacking and tensing around his erected flesh.
"Barbie," he said, but he choked on the final syllable and he had nothing at all left to say except for a weak groan when I fiddled his cock through the slit of his jockey shorts and pulled him into the sunlight, there on the river bank.
"Oh," I said in awe, eyeing the full exposed length of him. My Daddy's cock was far and away the biggest I had ever seen. How long? How thick? I couldn't guess and I didn't have a tape measure on hand. He might have been a little shorter than Alan and David's eight-inch poles, but he made up for it in thickness. His cock was a perfect fucking tool, a wedge to open a pussy with thick and red, with a purple, swollen knob at the very pinnacle of him. And hard? God, I couldn't find any loose skin on him to play with! He was solid erection from the base to the knob, and so tight my fingers felt as if they were tapping a drumhead.
"You can't," he said weakly, and even as he told me no, I knew how much he must be wanting this. His eyes were glazed and his lips trembled. Right now he didn't look like my daddy at all. He looked like a weak, horny man who needed to have his horniness taken care of.
A week ago I'd have been aghast at the very idea of this, of what I was about to do, but the two days I'd spent with the Banks family had opened my eyes in a big way. I knew that there was nothing inherently evil or sinful about sex between members of a family, that it could be sweet and loving and beneficial for all concerned if it arose from love and healthy desire and not from force or coercion.
Well, nobody was forcing me to be on my knees in front of Daddy. Nobody was holding a gun at my head commanding me to start licking his cock. Nobody said "Do it or you'll die." So I guess what I was doing stemmed from love, more than anything else. I stuck out my tongue and began to lick him up and down, from his open fly to his bulging knob.
His confession had been a shattering thing for me to hear. God, to think that Daddy'd had the hots for me all this time and was thrusting me out of his life to restrain what he considered shameful desires! Well, I'd have thought them shameful desires, too, if he'd confessed them any other day except today. But today I knew the truth, and it was a truth I wanted to share. I began kissing his hot burning flesh, touching with my tongue the little vein that pulsed and throbbed as blood engorged his stiff dong.
"Trust me, Daddy," I murmured, my lips fluttering on his hard tight skin, and then I pulled back ovaling my mouth to welcome him into me. He thrust, just as my lips brushed the rim of his dong, and I clamped down fast and tight, just the bulb of him in my mouth. God, it was all I could do to stretch my lips far enough to take in the big thing!
But rewarding, too. I started to suckle him, like a baby feeding off a big juicy nipple, and little bubbles of turn seeped into my mouth, doing all sorts of wild, crazy things to my taste buds. I heard him say, "Oh, Barbie," in a lost, really bewildered voice, and he put his hands on my head again, this time to keep me where I could do him the most good.
I sucked ferociously and a bigger slurp of semen oozed from Daddy's slitted cockhead. It was sticky and oily, rolling over my tongue like a big raw oyster, and I felt it sliding down my throat. I gulped, savored it, and somewhere in between it occurred to me that once upon a time some of that very same jism had taken seed in my mother's belly and created me. And now, here I was, on my knees, eating the cock that had fathered me. And, totally turned on by the excitement of the forbidden act.
It had been one thing to share, vicariously, in the Banks' habitual incest patterns, but it was something entirely different to start a new pattern, one of my very own. I'd eaten Alan and Connie and Dierdre and David, more times than I could count the last day or two, but none of them made my body tingle with arousal the way it was tingling now, with Daddy's cock in my mouth, hard as a poker and fiery as an ember.
I sucked again, and again I heard Daddy say my name. He was calling me Barbie, too, which he hadn't done in years. God, no one had called me Barbie! I wouldn't let anyone use that name – it brought back too many memories – but when Daddy called me by his old favorite nickname, I didn't mind. If anything, it turned me on all the harder.
I let his cock slip out of my mouth, and I took it in my hands, holding it up toward the sky in a kind of offering to heaven. While my hands kept him pointing upward, I used my lips and tongue down him, up him, and all around him, licking and slurping wet kisses onto my father's rod.
"You've got to stop," he panted above me, but his hands were all over my head, combing finger shoving through my wet, tangled hair. He touched my ears, drew his fingers back, then stroked forth again. I felt him exploring the curvature of my ears, gliding lightly all the while – then dipping downward to pet my lobes. And the back of my neck. Oh, God, the back of my neck! It's a turn-on zone for me, but I didn't know how much of a turn-on zone until Daddy started rubbing me there.
"I can't stop," I murmured against his cock, my tongue flicking out to keep him wet and attentive. His flesh was wet, sorta salty, and I could feel that blood still pumping into his prick. My heart was beating just as fast inside me, and I could swear that my left tit was doing a jumpy up and down dance, trembling with the force of my pulsating heart. I looked at Daddy's cock, at the stiff, rigid shaft, at the grape-purple knob, coated with a creamy lift le outer skin of drying, escaped jism and pre-cum, and I wanted him back in my mouth more than I wanted anything else. Ever.
It was forbidden, but it wouldn't kill you. I'd already seen living proof of that. And if it was a forbidden act, it was forbidden only because it was such a fierce erotic stimulant. I owed my very being to this cock, and I had to suck it.
Back into my mouth I stuffed him, and this time it was no coy little baby-bottle teat-guzzling. I opened my mouth as widely as possible and I pulled him into me by sheer force of oral muscles. I hadn't known I was that good, and it was a real thrill to discover how talented I was.
He thrust as I pulled, and together we made an unbeatable combination. God, why hadn't we discovered this a long time ago? Why had he spent so much time fighting his desire for me?
I knew, too, that my little slip of the tongue when I was balling Alan had not been a slip at all. The desire had been in me, too. I mean, how can you really hate anyone if you don't also have the capacity to love them too? It's the other side of the coin – extreme passion – and I'd just flipped my own nickel. Inside me all those years of pent-up hatred for Daddy simmered, seeping downward into every part of my body and brain.
He rammed deeply into my mouth, and my jaws were aching from the stretches I had to make, but I kept them stretched and Goddamn the ache! I didn't have an especially deep throat – I thought – but already I had five or six inches of Daddy's cock in my mouth and I was hungry for more.
I pulled with my cheek muscles, tongue whirling around the imbedded part of Daddy's dong, and my face moved another inch or so toward him.
"Nnnnnnnhhhh!" I gurgled as my lips and nose scratched themselves on the wicked teeth of his zipper. Unless he took his pants off I could take him no deeper. Pubic hairs protruded from his shafts, long silky hairs, and I felt their ticklish imprint on the tip of my nose. Oh, God, if we could only do this right sometime, I could really show Daddy a thing or two! I'd kiss his balls while I ate his big beautiful dong, and he could. Oh, God in heaven, what if he never let me get near him again? What if he drew back into the shell he'd built around himself? It wouldn't happen. It couldn't happen. I would not let him. If I had to rape the man, I'd show him that he possessed a daughter, hot and sexy and loving as hell, that he owed it to both of us to fuck me, to let me suck him, to trade love back and forth like kids swapping baseball cards.
"Barbieeeee!" he growled, an agonizing sound, the sound of a lost soul teetering on the brink of some calamity. Oh, it hurt me to hear him sound that way! I wanted to tell him that it was all right he didn't have to be lonely any more neither did I we had each other.
I wanted to tell him all that, but I couldn't speak became I was busy as a cat covering shit, giving Daddy the blow-job of my life, hoping it would be the blow job of his life, too. His hands clutched my head, strong fingers digging into my scalp, and he pushed his cock at me, totally filling my mouth, pressing into the very tip of my throat where I'd long since despaired of ever getting a cock.
I gagged, but only for a second. The urge passed as Dad's rod stayed where it belonged, and then I was sucking again, a river of drool flowing through my mouth, engulfing his cock. I pulled my head back, descended on him again, and he plunged just as deeply as before.
Dad wasn't a villain any longer. He wasn't some man who lived far away and spent all his time avoiding me. He was my daddy again, and he was my lover too, and he could never erase this moment from his memory, could never fight his way back to what dull, straight people think of as normality. For us, this was normal, and right, and proper, and if he didn't understand that now, I'd by God teach him.
Oh, we made a great couple! There was mutual awkwardness at first, mine and his alike, but it passed, and he changed, and soon enough we were carrying on as if we'd been doing it all our lives. He thrust at me, and I carried my face forward, sucking his thrust home, into the back of my throat, cheeks drawn in tightly around him. I pulled back, my tongue going wild as more and more of his cock emerged from my lips, and then we were coming together once again, Daddy feeding his more than willing daughter with the sweetest meat on earth.
"Suck it, baby, suck it!" he moaned, swaying as he socked himself in and out of me. Well, I was sucking – there wasn't much else I could do, and I wanted it as much as he did – more, maybe, because I was thinking clearly and I knew, so very, very well, what this meant for me and Daddy.
My throat and jaws were strained and sore, but I cheered myself by recalling that soon I'd be used to his shape and size, that soon I could take him without any trouble at all. Not this suck-off, and maybe not the next one, either – but it wouldn't be long.
"Mmmmmm," I purred when I just couldn't take it any longer. I needed some relief, but I didn't want to surrender my oral grip on his cock no matter how much my mouth ached. I drew my head back, till only the bulging cap of him was caught between my lips, and I fisted the lower portion of Daddy's prong, fingers locking in place around him. Slowly, but with a pleasant offbeat stroking rhythm, I began to work my fist up him and down him. I bumped my sucking lips as I shucked Daddy, but it was a pleasant feeling and the tempo started to pick up as I realized just how pleasant.
Basically, it was jerking him off into my mouth, but he didn't seem to mind. He said, "Oh, Barbie," again, several times and I didn't mind either. I kept sucking on his rubbery swollen knob and my hand kept moving up and down his pole, and I knew that in a very few minutes he'd be gushing into my mouth. Oh, God, I prayed, let it be a big one! Let him come like a river! Let his sperm pop out my ears and eyes and nose, if you want – but make sure that most of it goes where it belongs, down my throat and into my tummy. I've done it for total strangers let me do it now for Daddy!
"Watch out!" he shouted. "Oh, God, Barbie, here it cooooommmeeesss!"
His prick knob swelled up like a balloon in my mouth, and it felt as if he were filling me again, with just the glans of his penis in me. My lips stretched with the swelling, and my tongue flew into a frenzy of action, licking and rimming his knob. I tried to dig my way into the deep deft slit at the tip of his meat stick, the hole where his jism would soon come bursting through.
Soon? My, God, it was now! The first salvo of Daddy's orgasm shot into me, and I felt a jerk of reflex excitement between my legs. I thrust my free hand down, into my lap, and the fingers skirted through the leg band of my bikini bottom onto the smooth flesh around my pussy gash. Nails scraped tender labia, and then my finger was inside me, pumping for dear life, and Daddy was pumping his cum into my gobbling mouth, and I felt a burst of orgasmic intensity lurking just inside my cunt, ready to explode.
Daddy sent blast after blast of jizz into my mouth, and I drank most of it, just the way I'd prayed I might do. God, he had so much of the stuff in him! It was like he hadn't climaxed for months, or years, even! Christ, what did he do for sex these days? He'd never talked to me about other women, but he hadn't talked to me about anything for the last four years. Well, the ice was broken. I'd find out someday, if it mattered. I didn't think it really did matter, though.
Sticky gobs of cum were dripping from my lips. I couldn't drink fast enough to take all Daddy had to give me, but I got most of it into my belly, where it belonged, and I didn't begrudge the spillover. Oh, I hoped he was watching me, looking down at his loving daughter as she proved her love in the most unmistakable fashion. I wanted him to see me eating his rod, to see the jism hanging in long sticky trails from my fluttering lips, to see that I was busy diddling myself to an orgasm that would complement his, that would stay forever in my memory so I could treasure this experience over and over and over.
I sucked on, and his cock gave a quivery jiggle in my mouth. Two or three more hot sticky shots came popping out of Daddy's dick, and then I felt him starting to go soft. I moved my head back, holding his dick in one hand, and I watched a lazy slow bubble, the final one, emerge from the tip of him. It drooped down, a long hanging strand of cum, and I caught it with my butterfly tongue before it could spill and waste in the grass at our feet.
Then I looked up, and I was delighted to see that Daddy was indeed looking at me. His eyes – God, how can I describe them? They were a potpourri of emotions, each struggling to gain command. Part of him was elated, part of him was satisfied, part of him was nervous, pert of him was guilty, and part of him was horrified. I smiled up at Daddy, trying to show him that it was okay. But my finger did a final poke into my pussy, and that orgasm hidden away seemed to burst aflame all at once. I threw my head back and moaned, shaking and shuddering all over, and my eyes closed, and for long sweet moment I was alone, reveling in the happy come that bucked and gurgled through my rippling twat.
The taste of cum was fragrant in my mouth when I felt Daddy's hands on my shoulders. He was squatting beside me, looking me square in the face. If nothing else, I thought, we've at least gotten to the point where we can look at one another.
"What in the hell possessed you to do that?" he asked in a tight voice.
"I wanted to," I replied. "And you needed it. Oh, Daddy." I shook his hands, squeezing them passionately, wanting nothing more than to share my newfound knowledge with him. "Don't you understand? You don't have to pretend I don't exist any more! We know the truth now, that we love each other very much, and there's no reason for us to keep acting as if we don't. What I just did – oh, God, Daddy, I can do that for you any time you want! Because I love you, damn it, and I don't want you to be unhappy and lonely any more, and because I don't want me to be lonely any more either! I've been without a father too damned long. I don't want to be an orphan for the rest of my life."