Chapter 6

Glenda spread her legs apart, and I looked down at her glowing heat. I let my hand fall to her thigh, and then to the thick crack of her sexuality. I touched it just for a second, and then I pulled away. My cock was hard and I knew that all I had to do was open up my pants, pull it out and stick it into her.

"Are you afraid, Daddy?" she asked. 'Is that what it is?"

I was silent.

"I know you want me," she said, continuing to taunt me. "Wouldn't you like to put your cock inside of me? Don't you want to shoot your load inside my hole?"

Glenda reached up to my hand, the hand with which I had just touched her, and she pulled it to her lips and she sucked it into her mouth. She was being deliberately obscene, as she licked saliva against its surface, biting it softly so that I could feel the full sweetness of her smooth lips.

"Daddykins," she cooed like a baby. I'm waiting for you. Look at my nightgown!!! Look how it's rolled up to my tummy, so you can see my belly button, and my muff!! Don't tell me that you can resist. Go on, and touch me again, touch my cunt!!!"

When I didn't say anything, she took the hand that she had just kissed and she pushed it down, on top of her. She pressed it onto her loins, and then she nuzzled it to her snatch, and started to rub herself with it in a slow, deliberate manner. She closed her eyes for a second, and it seemed as though she was lost in a masturbatory fantasy, a young girl's dream. She pushed my hand closer and closer to the mouth of her vagina, to the hanging lips of her pubis, and she rubbed herself against it so that I could feel the warmth of her wet garden spread itself through my tingling fingers.

"Daddy," she cried. "Masturbate me!! I like it when a boy masturbates me. It's much better than getting fucked. I like to feel a pair of hands on my cunt, touching it and massaging it and caressing it Please Daddy, please masturbate me!!!"

My hands suddenly gained a life of their own as they reacted to the sensation of her glowing heat Almost against my will, they began to move, stroking her cunt delightfully. I traced the outline of her canal, from the tip where her smooth, delicious clitoris hung down like a fleshy pearl, all the way around to the other bank, where the gash of her cunt came to an abrupt ending.

"Rub it darling!! " she cried. "Don't hold anything back from me."

A fever burned in my brain as I spread open the dewlaps of her vagina and drilled my finger into her throbbing orifice. She was well lubricated, slick and oily with the mucous of her feminine sexuality. She sighed through half parted lips as she pulled me into her churning whirlpool, with her strong, womanly muscles.

"Deeper," she cried. "Push it all the way up, so that I can feel it."

Glenda was a much bigger girl than I remembered her to be, with wide, sexy hips and a large amazon pelvis. My fingers went around in circles as I stroked her sopping wet cunt. I swam like a fish in a pond, drilling deeper and deeper till I had almost reached the end.

"Stick it in," she cried. "Oh Daddy, it makes me tingle when you stick your finger into my pussy. It makes me feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin."

"I'm glad," I replied, continuing to manipulate her sweet young vagina. My hands kneaded the flesh of her cunt, rubbing and squeezing, and pinching. I could see that she was enjoying herself, reacting to my motions with motions of her own. She banged her cunt against my fingers and she rubbed her calves and thighs together. As I played with her heat, I looked around the room and I saw a sloppy mess of dirty panties and brassiere mixed together with torn magazines, and black record discs.

"Let's go somewhere else," I suddenly said, pulling my fingers out of her cunt.

"What?" she asked.

I got up off the bed, and walked away, to the other side of the room. I stared out of the window, looking at the dark University buildings that lined the campus. Piles of snow lay on the ground, still white and fresh, and a soft wind hummed through the air.

I turned to Glenda, who was on the bed. Her face was dripping with perspiration, her brown hair was slicked up against her forehead, and her breasts jutted out against the thin material of her aquamarine nightgown so that the pink cones of her nipples were clearly visible.

"Sweetheart," I said. "Why don't you get dressed? Let's go have some lunch. Then we can drive to a motel and have a ball."

"What's wrong with right here?"

"I want to go somewhere else," I replied. "The room stinks."

"Don't you like the way I smell?" she asked. "I'm dripping wet, just for you. Would you like to smell my skin? Would you like to smell my armpits?"

"Don't be gross," I laughed. "You need a bath. You're all covered with semem from those other boys.

I never particularly cared for sloppy seconds, if you know what I mean."

Glenda leaned her head back against the pillow and she tugged her nightgown up, over her breasts, to her neck. She quite deliberately spread her legs wide apart, bending her ankles to the side.

"Look at my pussy!!" she said. "Doesn't it look good?"

"Yeah," I muttered.

I'll bet that it's better looking than Lillian's," she laughed. I'll bet that I'm juicer than she is."

"Well," I replied. "She's got a nice little twat of her own. Anyway, the two of you are as different as night and day."

"Why?" asked Glenda. "All women are the same, aren't they? A cunt is a cunt is a cunt."

"Not exactly, honey...."

"I know what you must think," Glenda continued. I'll bet that you think that Lillian is a nice girl, a sweet girl."

"Well, she is."

"And me?" asked Glenda. "What do you think of me? Do you think that I'm a tramp."

"Don't bother me," I said.

"Why not?" she laughed. "Can't you answer a simple question? I want to know your honest opinion of me. It's important."

I'm not qualified, though."

"But you're my father," said Glenda. "Are you pleased with the way I've turned out?"

"Not exactly."

Glenda sighed: I'll bet that you hate me."

"No, I don't hate you," I replied. "Why are you cross-examining me, anyway?? "

I stared at her for a second. First I looked into her eyes. Then at her breasts. Then further down, to the naked muff. She was a delightful little creature, young and delicious. I could feel myself tingle all over as I ached for her body.

"You like me," she suddenly said. "I can tell that you want me. You're looking at me in a funny way."

"Sure I want you," I replied. "I want to touch you."

"So why don't you?" asked Glenda. Take your clothes off, Daddy. Come over to my bed and climb in with me. You know that I'm waiting for you."

"Listen," I repeated. "I don't want to fuck you in this room. Let's go somewhere else. My car is waiting outside, in the parking lot."

"Okay," Glenda finally said, pulling her nightgown over her head. She went into the bathroom and changed into a pair of blue ski pants, a black, clingy sweater and brown pumps. Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks were radiant.

I'm ready," she said, taking my arm. We went downstairs to my car and drove several blocks to a restaurant. Glenda ordered a rare steak, french fries and a bottle of ginger ale. She cut the meat into small, square pieces, chewing them thoroughly before swallowing. Her lips curled as she pulverized the food with her sharp gleaming teeth.

"Delicious," she said.

"And so are you," I laughed. "I can't wait till I get you into bed with me."

"Neither can I," replied Glenda. "I feel funny all over. My clit is jumping up and down, and my nipples are shaking."

Glenda must have been very hungry, because after finishing her first steak, she ordered another. She also finished another portion of french fried potatoes, and a slice of cherry pie topped with vanilla ice cream and a squirt of whipped cream.

Afterwards we drove to the Colonial City Inn, not very far away and we checked in as husband and wife. The man at the desk sort of smiled at me, when Glenda wasn't looking, and I don't think that he believed that we were married. The room cost twenty-two dollars till the next afternoon, and we had to pay in advance because we didn't have any luggage with us.

"A lot of the kids from school come here," Glenda said. "They don't ask any questions, and the beds are clean."

' I said. "How many times have you been here before?"

"A couple dozen at least," she replied. "I'm a woman with a past. I think that the clerk recognized me."

"I know," I replied. "He winked when you weren't looking."

Glenda was angry: "That dirty old man. He once tried to pinch my ass. I didn't say anything when he did. You know, I should have slapped his face. What a nerve he has, winking at you behind my back. He probably thinks that I'm a tart. Yes, that's what he probably thinks I am, having seen me check in here with so many different guys."

"Oh, forget about him," I said, sitting down on the bed, which was clean and soapy smelling.

Glenda undid the bow in her hair, letting the curls fall across her shoulders, onto the undulating curve of her bosom. Her hands shot down to her hips, as she tugged the end of her sweater, pulling it up, over her head. Underneath she was wearing a low cut black brassiere which held her breasts firmly, revealing only the delightful cleavage and the upper portion of her round, ripe mammaries.

"Need any help with your brassiere?" I asked. "Do you want me to unclasp the back?"

"No," she replied. "I can manage."

She undid the hooks in the back, sliding the black straps across her creamy white arms. In a second the cups fell into her hands, revealing the full magnificence of her smooth, pear shaped jugs. As I stared at them, I felt as though I were lost in a dream, floating through the air on a snowy white cloud.

"You look like a cow," I suddenly said. "Boy, would I like to milk you."

Glenda unzipped the side of her ski pants, and she rolled them down to her knees, and then to her ankles. Underneath she was only wearing a pair of bright yellow panties, through which was clearly visible the tufts of brown pubic hair which curled up in crisp locks. Further down, at the reinforced fabric at the crotch of her panties, she was moist, the way a woman is supposed to be. The lips of her cunt stood out against the undergarment, full and ripe and completely delightful.

"Daddy," she said. "Tell me how much you love me."

"Oh," I laughed. "About seven inches worth."

I looked at her breasts, and I could feel my cock stand up, hard and ready for action. I trembled all over, waiting for her to take off her panties. Strangely, I felt very nervous about being alone with her in the motel room.

"Is that all I'm good for?" Glenda asked. "Do you love me only for my body? Only because you want to fuck me?"

"Well," I replied. "I love you because you're my daughter. You're also a very nice person."

"Am I really?? "

"You're land of sweet," I said.

"Then why am I so unhappy?"

"How the hell should I know," I said, looking into her eyes. Then I looked over to the door, which was locked. I half expected a dozen policemen to break in and arrest me for what I was doing. I wondered what Cindy would say if she knew that I was making it with our darling little daughter. I also wondered what Lillian would think. Would she break up with me, if she knew?

Glenda's arms slid inside of her panties. She pulled them open, and she rolled them off, revealing herself to me, in all her naked splendor.

"Shall we get into bed?" she asked.

"No," I said. "First I want to give you a shower. First I want to wash you as clean as a daisy. You know that I don't like the idea of your being so filthy."

"Okay," Glenda smiled. "But first I want you to do something to me."

"What?"

"You promise that you won't get angry."

"I promise."

Glenda walked over to me, and seated herself on my lap, sliding her ass up against the bulge of my cock that was contained inside of my pants. She shook around a bit, on top of it, throwing her arms around my neck.

"Am I Daddy's little girl?" she asked.

"You sure are."

"And when I do something bad, will Daddy forgive me?" she continued, an innocent, childish expression on her face.

"Sure, I'll forgive you," I replied.

"But before you forgive me, won't you punish me?" asked Glenda.

"Well, I guess if you've been a naughty little girl, then you deserve to be punished."

Glenda seemed to jump for joy, as she bounced up and down on my leg. The full, fleshy folds of her drape-like labia rubbed against my trousers, leaving a long, dark stain. I could feel the dampness all the way down, to my leg.

"Daddy," she said. "I've been a very, very bad girl. I let the boys look under my dress. I let them see my panties."

Obviously Glenda was playing a game with me, pretending to be a child. I went along, feeling excited all over as I listened to her sweet voice and felt her warm hands around my neck.

"You let the boys look under your dress?" I exclaimed, pretending to be horrified.

"Yes," Glenda continued. "They gave me a penny to look at my little pussy. So I took the penny and pulled up my dress and let them have their thrill."

"I see."

"Oh Daddy," cried Glenda. "I've been simply horrible, and I know that you'll want to punish me for it."

"Yes," I coughed. "Because you've been a naughty girl, I'm going to have to take you over my knee and give you a spanking."

Glenda pretended to be afraid. I slid my arm around her waist and I picked her up and put her down on the bed, with her ass facing me. The round, bouncy cheeks were simply delightful, trembling ever so slightly as I gazed down on them.

"Be gentle with me Daddy," Glenda begged. "Please don't bit me too hard."

I bent over and took a big, fat bite out of her ass. I kissed it tenderly, sticking my tongue into the crack of her anus, and then further down to the gash of her cunt. I licked both openings a few times, inhaling the fragrant aroma that emanated from them.

Then, without a warning I brought my palm down against her. I started to slap her ass, softly at first, and then harder and still harder. I whipped it till her cheeks grew rosy red, quivering in a most provocative manner.

Glenda turned around: "Hit me all over, Daddy. Please slap me all over my body."

I did as she told me and hit her across her face a few times, and then I slapped her breasts and her stomach, and the soft white flesh of her tummy. She seemed to be enjoying the pain as she grew red all over from the blows. Her legs spread apart and I began to hit her on her thighs and calves.

"Harder," she begged. "Hit me harder."

Suddenly I pulled off the belt of my trousers and began to whip her with it. The leather tongue snapped against her flesh leaving tiny red welts at the points of impact. I smashed it against her breasts, those soft, delicate breasts, and she moaned deeply, enjoying every moment. I whipped her across her thighs and loins, and I even flicked the lash on the inside of her legs, against the opening of her vaginal crack.

"Ahhhhhh...." Glenda screamed in a most obscene manner, rolling over on her tummy, so that the soft, shiny mounds of her buttocks once again faced me. The cheeks of her ass seemed to bounce, as the leather belt burned into her flesh. I whipped her across her back, across her sides, bringing the lash down just hard enough so that she could feel it, but not so hard to really be painful.

"Hit me on my bottom," Glenda begged. "Please Daddy, whip my tushie because I've been a very naughty girl."

I looked down at the perfectly rounded half moons that were facing me and my body was filled with desire. I wanted to jump on top of her and fuck her Greek style, from the back I wanted to open my pants and stick my eager cock between her legs. I wanted to nuzzle it into the red softness of her murky vagina. I wanted to stick it between the folds of her labia into the moist honey pot

"Harder," she cried. "Hit me on the ass harder."

I inhaled, filling my lungs with air. After pausing a few seconds, I resumed the punishment, aiming my blows exclusively at the cheeks of her rosy red buttocks. This time I didn't hold back, but hit her with all I had. I whipped her for almost five minutes, as she cried silently on the bed, digging her fingernails into the mattress.

When it was over, I had worked up a sweat. I put down the leather belt and pulled off my trousers and my shorts. I unbuttoned my shirt, threw off my shoes and socks, and soon I was completely naked. My cock was hard, standing up. When Glenda saw it she stopped crying.

"Oh Daddy," she said. "You're wonderful."

"Why?" I asked. "Because I hit you?"

"No," she replied. "You're wonderful because you're strong and because you're big. My God, look at your cock!! ! It's simply marvelous. I can't wait to have you inside of me. I'm very excited at the prospect."

"Do you think that I can satisfy you?" I asked.

Glenda's eyes twinkled: "You already have!! "

"Really?? "

"Yes," Glenda replied, licking her lips with her tongue in a most obscene manner. "When you beat my tushie, I had an orgasm. It was great. My cunt got really tight, and suddenly it started to churn. Shit, it was good!! ! It was really good."

I laughed: "Well, if you say that you had your orgasm, who am I to argue? Anyway, it's my turn. Let's go."

"Where?"

"I'm going to wash you up."

When I helped Glenda get out of the bed, I noticed a wet slick on the sheets, where she had been lying. A fragrant, sexual aroma rose to my nostrils, and for a second I felt as though I would faint. My cock throbbed with intense pleasure, as she bent down and touched it. She slapped it lightly, and then she gathered it up in her hands and started to massage it. She squeezed my testicles in a most delightful manner, a broad smile on her face.

"Do you want me to eat you?" she asked. "I want to suck on your cock for dessert, if you don't mind."

I looked into her face, at her eyes. She was my daughter and I loved her the way a man would love a woman. Was it unnatural? Was it abnormal? At that moment, I didn't really care. I cared only for her sweet young lips, for her long white fingers, for her soft, delicious cunt. I wanted to enjoy the fruits of her body, to experience the tranquility of sexual release.

She followed me, like a docile cow, into the bathroom. The two of us got into the shower stall, and warm water dripped all over us. Glenda soaped up her hands and then she grabbed hold of my cock, and began to massage it.

"Do you want me to jerk you off?" she asked, continuing to caress my hard penis with her soft, slippery hands. She rubbed it up, so that I could feel an exhilarating friction sear through my body.

"I want to come inside of you," I suddenly said.

"In my cunt?" she asked, a smile spreading across her face. "Do you want to fuck me while I'm standing up? Right here in the shower stall?"

I nodded, as I slid my arms around her slippery waist. I pulled her wet body close to me, pressing my cock against her soft, flesh belly. I kissed her face, as water ran between us, like a thousand little warm fingers. I pushed Glenda up against the wall of the shower, and I rammed my leg between her thighs. She spread open like a clam, moaning softly as I nibbled on her neck and throat. Her wet breasts were smooth and bouncy as I swallowed them up. They were delightful little morsels for my sexual appetite, inspiring in me urgent, uncontrollable desire.

"Kiss my titties," she cried. "Bite them hard."

"Oh yes," I sighed, as I licked her nipples with my tongue, rolling them around in my mouth. Then I bent over to her belly button, and inserted my finger inside. Then over the mound I went, past her pussy hair, down to her cunt. I spread open the lips of her vagina with my fingers and I slid my hard cock up against them.

"Can't you get it in?" she taunted. "Do you need any help?"

I rubbed my cock against her clitoris, plowing a nice, deep furrow between her legs. The water from the shower continued to rain down my back, as I held Glenda up against the wall with one hand and worked my cock into her cunt with the other. It was rather hard getting it inside of her, but soon the task was accomplished. She was nice and soft down there, and the warmth of her pussy tickled the head of my cock.

"That's it Daddy," she cried as she pulled me up gently with her womanly muscles. I thrust with the lower part of my body, sliding my cock back and forth inside of the wet pond. She responded by squeezing her legs around me, holding my cock firmly, applying an exhilarating friction to its surface with the teeth of her cunt.

"Oh shit!!!" I exclaimed as my body tensed up. I could feel a wild shiver shoot through my balls. It was somewhat like a tingle. My mouth began to itch, and my fingers began to ache.

Glenda continued to grind up my cock with the muscles of her vagina. She churned it and pulled at it, and rubbed it till I thought that I would go crazy with the intense pleasure that I was experiencing.

I'm coming," I suddenly exclaimed, as I felt my body prepare for the ejaculation. My heart was beating like a jackhammer. My legs grew so weak that I could hardly stand up. My head was spinning in feverish circles.

I'm coming! I! I'm coming!!!" I cried, as I suddenly began to cream. I shot my load deep inside of her soft, murky pussy, emptying my cock in a couple of minutes. Afterwards, I pulled out and fell to the tile floor, the water continuing to drip all over me.

"Shit!! " Glenda laughed, looking down at me. "You really came that time. I can feel your scum, hot and gooey, inside of my cunt. I wonder if I'll get pregnant."

Glenda bent down over me, and she started to kiss my chest and my stomach. My cock was still standing up, though it wasn't as hard as it had been. Glenda reached down to it with her lips and she swallowed it up. I began to tremble. I can't describe to you the pleasure that I experienced at that moment, knowing that my organ was inside of my daughter's mouth.

"Hey!! " she suddenly said. "There's still a little life left in you after all I can feel your tool getting hard inside of me."

She began to lick it with her lips and scrub it with her teeth. She licked my balls in a most delightful manna-, biting the scrotum so that I almost screamed. Glenda continued to lick me up, as I rammed my shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth, almost to her throat. The water from the shower head continued to drizzle, as Glenda continued to eat my meat.

Suddenly, without any warning, I creamed again. This time, the load I shot was very meager in comparison with the one I had just emptied out inside of her cunt. Still Glenda seemed to enjoy it, as she gulped it down and swallowed it.

Later on, after we had left the shower and were drying ourselves off, I asked Glenda if she had experienced anything. What I was trying to find out was whether or not she had climaxed.

"Only when you hit my tushie with the belt," she said.

"You didn't feel anything, then, when I fucked you?"

"Well," she said. "I felt good. When you had your cock inside of my vagina, I felt full, if you know what I mean. But I didn't have an orgasm."

"Not even a little one?"

"No ... nothing at all," Glenda sighed. "But I don't mind. I don't care whether I have an orgasm or not. I'm happy just as long as you keep humping me. It means that you love me."

"What about when you sucked me off?" I asked. "Didn't you experience anything?"

Glenda yawned: "No."

She saw that I was disappointed, so she went up to me and she kissed me.

"Don't feel so bad," she said. "Let's go to bed, underneath the sheets."

Which is what we did. Just the thought of being with Glenda gave me a sexual vitality of super-human proportions. I must have balled her at least half a dozen times through the night. Each time, before I would come, she made me say that I loved her. The next morning I felt somewhat exhausted. I took a little tour of Boston with Glenda and then I dropped her off at the dormitory.

"Are you sure that you don't want to come home for Christmas?" I asked.

"No," she replied. "I have a lot of studying to do. Really!! ! Anyway, if I go home, then the two of us will end up in bed again, and Mom will discover us. I don't think that I could stand the hassle. Do come up and see me though. It's nice being with you, Daddy. Really it is!!!"