However, all night long she tossed and turned as she dreamt of being fucked over and over by an endless succession of men. She woke up feeling worn out.
All morning long she rehearsed how she would explain things to her father. When it was time to get ready, she dressed in a conservative dress which buttoned down the front and which came to just above her knees. She didn't wear makeup, although she did brush through her hair. She didn't want to look bad, she just didn't want to appear attractive to her father. But even then, it was hard for her, for she had always done things to please her daddy, whether getting straight A's or being a cheerleader or basketball player. And she still loved him and wanted to please him. But he shouldn't be forcing her into having sex. Even if it was the best sex she'd ever had! For several moments she relived the incredible pleasure of being pinned and fucked by her father's body. But she realized that she was being aroused again and she ruthlessly stopped her mind from remembering.
There was no answer at the door, so Cindy let herself into her father's place. "Daddy?" she called out. There was no response. She climbed the stairs and started down the hallway to his room. "Daddy?" she called out again.
As she passed a darkened room she screamed as a figure leaped out and grabbed her. She recognized her father's voice as he held her and laughed. "Boo!" he said.
"That's not funny, Daddy, why I..." and then Cindy paled. She could tell that her father was naked, and without another word, he pulled her mouth to his and began kissing her.
Cindy struggled, turning her head away, "Daddy, Stop! We...we need to TALK!"
But her father wasn't paying any attention. He gripped the back of her neck more tightly and brought her mouth back to his. She stopped struggling, but she kept her lips together. She could feel her father's prick pressing against her belly. She tried to ignore it, but she could feel that her body was heating up. Her breasts seemed to be swelling, her nipples tingling.
When her father's hand reached down and grabbed one of her asscheeks through her dress, she gasped. When she opened her mouth, her father's tongue entered it and she moaned as he began frenching her. Several minutes later, Cindy had relaxed and though she wasn't aggressively kissing him back, she wasn't resisting him either.
When her daddy's hand grabbed a breast and began gently squeezing it, she moaned into his mouth. She had been without the touch of a man for such a long time. Yesterday had been incredible, making her realize how much she needed and wanted to be touched like this. But it was her FATHER...it was WRONG, she said to herself.
But Cindy didn't resist when her father took one of her hands and pulled it between his legs. She felt the hot flesh of his prick and she simply couldn't resist wrapping her fingers around it and softly squeezing it.
Her father responded by groaning into her mouth, kissing her more deeply. Cindy forgot that she was going to talk to her father. His cock was so beautiful in her hand. The soft skin, but underneath the muscle was very hard. Images of her sucking on his beautiful prick and being impaled by its length flashed before her.
She realized that she was in the grip of raging lust and it was going to happen again. Could it be true? Was she a cock hungry slut, as her father had said? Was she just like her mother? Just asking the question in her mind made her begin stroking her father's prick as she willingly kissed him back.
Still kissing and holding her as she stroked his hot cock, Jack moved his daughter down the hall to his bedroom. He had thought that scaring her would be fun. But just seeing her reminded him of what a spectacular piece of tail she was, and he could hardly wait to fuck his prick deep inside her tight little pussy.
His hands were fumbling with the buttons of her dress. There were so many, he was getting frustrated. "Fuck it! I'll get you a new dress," he said as he took the front and savagely pulled it down, buttons popping off.
Cindy was shocked at the tremendous hunger her father was showing for her. Having him rip her dress off should have angered her, but instead, it made her feel a weak-kneed pleasure at his unstoppable desire for her body. His huge hands made short work of her slip as well, ripping it off her body as she stood before him.
Her father dropped to his knees and within seconds he had pulled her white panties down to her knees. "Get out of that fucking bra!" he growled and then leaned forward and plastered his lips to her wet pussy lips. His hands began roughly playing with her naked ass cheeks as he licked her sticky cunt.
The quickness and the ferocity of her father's actions were arousing her immensely. He had stripped her almost naked and was sucking on her pussy within minutes of her coming into his house. His sheer force of desire overwhelmed the protests she had so carefully constructed in her mind and reduced her once again to that naked Daddy's little girl state of mind, who submissively accepted everything her Daddy did to her.
Cindy quickly peeled off her bra as she closed her eyes and moved her legs farther apart to give her daddy access to her throbbing wet pussy. His tongue was stabbing in and out of her wet cunt, licking up and down the sticky wetness of her twat, teasing her clit.
She felt him pushing her panties further down her legs to pool around her ankles. She sobbed as she stepped out of them, temporarily lifting her leg, giving him open access to her pussy.
He stabbed deep inside her pussy with his tongue as she groaned loudly.
He pulled back from her and as he stood, reason returned for an instant, and she said "No Daddy. We can't do this. Please let me go. We need to talk!"
But then she was in his arms and his huge hands were caressing her naked ass and he was bending down to kiss her again. With a weak sob of surrender, Cindy opened her mouth and accepted the ravaging kiss of her father.
He pulled her over to the bed, and turning, fell back on it, pulling the naked body of his daughter down on top of him. His prick was wedged between her thighs, pressing on the bottom of her ass cheeks as her titties pressed once again against his chest. Her father put his hands on either side of her face and gently and sweetly kissed her.