Chapter 4
Lisa Davidson sat in the lawn chair, a book in her lap, and squinted into the early morning sun. She had been doing this very same thing every Saturday for the past three years, since the first time she'd noticed just how good her father looked when he mowed the lawn.
At almost eighteen, she had plenty of boyfriends, but none of them seemed to have that certain animal magnetism her father had. And what boy could have a delicious-looking chest like that? All matted with hair and muscular and sweaty ...
She licked her lips and felt the familiar throb in her pussy. In her mind, she'd done millions of things with her father, but she naturally hadn't given him the tiniest clue to her feelings. He would have been scandalized.
Perhaps that was part of it, she mused. Thinking about the unobtainable. And her father was most definitely unobtainable.
She sat up suddenly, alert to some unknown feeling. First off, her mother hadn't made breakfast as she always had. And now her father was all of seven minutes late. He always began mowing the lawn at precisely eight forty-five.
"Oh . . .hi, kitten," she heard him say from behind her. She hardly recognized his voice. It was tired, barely audible, nothing like the rich baritone she was used to.
"Dad?" she said, looking at his haggard expression. He hadn't shaved, and he was actually slumping! "Are . . .are you OK?" she asked, standing.
"Fine, I guess," he mumbled. "Your, uh, mother left, uh, last night."
"Where'd she go?" Lisa asked, still more stunned by his appearance than by what he'd said.
"I guess she's left me," he answered. He looked around the back yard, almost as if he'd misplaced something, then shrugged his shoulders. "I ... I guess I'll go back to bed. We can talk later."
After he left, Lisa stood looking after him, her mouth hanging open stupidly. In a matter of a few seconds, the world she had known had crumbled.
"Hi, big shot," said Gary, her younger brother, almost bouncing from the back door. "Heard the news? Mom's split."
"Yeah, I heard," Lisa said softly. "What on earth for?"
"Aw, parents," the young teenager said. "Who knows? See you later. Got practice."
How could he be so insensitive? she wondered. Had he even seen their father? Seen how terrible he looked? And where was their mother?
"Little prick," she said, then looked toward the house.
A few moments later, she rapped softly at her father's bedroom door, then peered inside. He was. lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, his legs stretched wide.
"Dad?" she asked. "Want to talk?"
As she entered, she suddenly hated herself. He was obviously in a bad way, and he needed support, but all she could think of was that thick mound of cock that bulged at his crotch. Her eyes moved upward, lingering around the tiny nipples of his chest, then to his face. He had been crying.
She hated herself even more now, because he looked so vulnerable.
"Hi, kitten," he said dully.
"Oh, Daddy, I'm so sorry," she said, rushing over. She lay down beside him and clutched him firmly to her body. Again, a wave of revulsion swept through her. She was using his misery to satisfy her urge to be close to him, to feel the hard muscles of his body. "Is there anything I can do?" she whispered.
Can I suck your cock, for instance? she thought.
"I'll do anything," she said.
I'll spread my legs and let you bang the shit out of my pussy with that big cock of yours!
"Just name it," she continued.
"Nothing, baby," her father said, holding her tighter. As he looked into his daughter's eyes, he could almost see Donna.
The girl was just as beautiful, but where her mother was dark and sensuous, Lisa was fair, her shoulder-length blonde hair silky as mink. Her eyes were blue like his, alive and passionate. He actually hadn't noticed until now exactly how well she'd filled out. Her tits were firm and ripe, pressing into his chest.
He kissed her suddenly, a fatherly-type kiss, that soon turned into something more, shocking them both. It shocked Bill because he couldn't believe he'd actually done it, and it shocked Lisa because it was something she wanted, but hadn't expected in a million years.
"Oh . . . Daddy!" she cried, not about to let the moment pass. She rolled over on top of his body and squirmed her middle over his, feeling the thickness of his cock against her cunt. "Fuck me! God . . . fuck me! I want you!" • If she had slapped him in the face with an iron skillet, the reaction couldn't have been greater. He was so stunned, in fact, he couldn't even breathe. He merely looked at her, waiting for some emotion to take hold. His own daughter! Saying those words!
"I ... I want you, too," he heard himself say, jerking suddenly. "Oh . . . God, please . . . I didn't mean that I . . . I, yes I do! God, baby, I want you!"
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," Lisa groaned, fumbling with her clothes. At the same time she was clawing at his body, her passion building to a fever pitch. Her pussy was already steaming, expanding. '¦ 'Hurry . . . Daddy!" she cried, yanking at his zipper.
When he pulled his cut-offs down and felt the warm, soft flesh of her thighs against his, he lunged forward, burying his face between her exposed tits. He then closed his eyes and sucked the rubbery nipples, drawing them over his lapping tongue.
"Baby . . . God, baby," he gurgled, flinching.
Lisa grabbed for his middle and encircled his thick, pulsating cock with both hands. Then, without another word, she thrust the tip of his shaft into her oozing cunt hole. She sat down firmly, feeling it puncture her guts, filling her with a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. When the enormous cockhead finally reached the back of her canal, the rim of her pussy exploded.
"Ohhhhh . . . Goddd!" she shrieked, grabbing for his head. She banged his face sideways against her chest, slapping her tits back and forth. At the. same time, she began humping up and down violently, sucking his cock in and out of her climaxing cunt.
"Fuck! Jesus . . . fuck!" Bill moaned, unable to believe anything could be so evil and so wonderful at the same time. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck your daddy and . . . and . . . god, just take it!"
As Lisa felt the full force of her father's plunging cock, she experienced another, almost blinding spasm of pure, raw release. Her cunt tube now seemed to be on fire, her clit throbbing like it never had before. Soon, her entire body was nothing more than an extension of her pussy, every cell, each nerve, exploding, climaxing, peaking.
"Yesssss!" she hissed, freezing in a paroxysm of ultimate ecstasy.
When she thought it was impossible for anything to get any better, she found she was wrong. She suddenly felt his cock expand, grow to what seemed twice its already monstrous size. The tip of it became tight as a drumhead, then burst with fiery release.
"Take it, you little slut!" her father yelled, yanking her legs apart, then banging her hard downward. As the full length of his cock jabbed into her cunt, the bulk of his searing load tore into the back of her canal. "Oh ... fucking . . . Jesus . . . take it!" he winced, every muscle in his huge frame bulging.
Lisa gave a shriek that soon turned into a long, silent wail, her words evaporating in her mouth. And as more of his milky cum poured into her pussy, she honestly thought the top of her head would blow off. Finally, she was almost glad when the rippling sensations abated. At least now the intensity didn't border on pain. Sweeping warmth surged up and down her spine, finally melting around her cum-filled cunt.
"Oh . . . Daddy," she murmured, falling forward, locking her mouth to his. "I... I've been fucked! Oh ... God, have I ever!"
As she relaxed, her full weight came down around his cock, causing Bill to let out a final gasp of pleasure. He, too, felt his muscles turn to rubber, the base of his cock fluttering with subsiding pleasure. He squirmed around for a few seconds before stopping all movement, and felt his warm, oozing cum dribble from her hole, gluing their flesh together.
"Oh . . . God, she wanted me to do something crazy," he moaned. "Well, by God, I sure as hell did!"
"Who? Mom?" Lisa murmured, almost forgetting what pain he must be experiencing.' 'That why she left?"
"Yeah, because I wasn't crazy enough," he said. "God, Lisa, I'm sorry. Can you ever forgive me? It's just that I was so lonely, and . . ."
"Forgive you for what?" his daughter asked, lifting herself to a sitting position over his body. "For sucking your big dick?"
"You haven't. . . uh, done that," he said, more confused than ever.
"No, but I'm sure going to," she grinned, easing off his cock. "You don't mind, do you?"
"Oh hell, how could I mind now?" he asked. "God, what's happened to me?" He looked her directly in the eye. "Tell me, Lisa—and don't lie—am I really that. . . bad?"
"Well, you could unbend a little," she said.
"Mom's kinda wild at heart. She just needs taming."
"Unbend, huh?" he asked.
"Well, everywhere but here," she said with a laugh, holding his cream-coated prick up at an angle. "I want you to keep this thing as stiff as a board!"
"But she had everything," he said, trying to find a solution to the first problem without going immediately on to the one that now faced him. Fucking his own daughter! God, the whole world has come apart, he thought. "She's got a lovely house, two cars, you kids, I'm a senior partner in . . ."
"She wants you, probably," Lisa said, suddenly understanding her mother's feelings. "She wants this big thing ... a lot!" She nestled her face in the creamy warmth of his crotch. "Does she get it a lot?"
"Well, every Tuesday and Friday," he said, feeling suddenly ashamed to discuss such matters with his daughter. But somehow, she seemed to be the older one.
"Well, if you want my advice," Lisa said, ready to dismiss anything that didn't immediately relate to her own pleasure, "I'd fuck her goddamned teeth out." She lapped up and down his pulsating cock. "Mmmmmm, and do you have the equipment to do the job!" she added.
It couldn't be that simple, Bill thought. I had to be something much deeper. But, by God, he was going to fight for her.
Life would be ... well, unbalanced, without her.
He suddenly wondered where she was.