Chapter 11

Donna Judge woke up the morning of the wedding and dressed herself quickly. The house would soon be filled to the brim with excited friends and relatives, perhaps fifty of them. But before that happened, Donna had to talk to her father, the forgotten man in most of the family's recent adventures.

It was still dark outside as Donna slipped out of her bedroom and tiptoed to her parents' bedroom. For a moment the young beauty had a sense of deja vu. It had been only a few days since she had spied on her parents. So much had changed in that time. She had lost her virginity, become a woman, and learned a lot about her family.

Donna knocked softly on the door and was soon admitted. To her surprise and relief, Donald was alone. He explained that Catherine had been forced to make a last minute trip into town to stock up extra provisions. Donna smiled as she sat beside her father on the bed, glad to be alone with him.

"Are you excited about the wedding?" Donald asked for lack of anything better to say.

"I sure am," Donna answered with quiet enthusiasm. "It's things like this that bring a family together. Say, did you notice how happy Uncle Larry was? Aren't you curious why?"

Donald stared at his daughter before answering. It was impossible to be sure how much she knew and what she was ignorant of. Larry had indeed been in a good mood, expansive, friendly and generous. He had asked Catherine about the previous night but she had been quite evasive, pretending that other things were on her mind.

And now his daughter was sitting beside him on the bed, looking older and more mature than was her wont. Perhaps the girl did know something important, unlikely as that seemed. Donald nodded his head in acknowledgment of Donna's question and then sat quietly waiting for the girl's explanation.

"There's a lot of things I have to tell you, Daddy," Donna started. "I feel a little funny about some of it. I mean, we should have come to you for help when we needed it but it seemed like the kind of thing we had to do for ourselves."

"Take it easy, one thing at a time," Donald interjected, smiling at his overwrought daughter. "Try being specific. Maybe your old Dad knows more than you think he does."

Donna soon decided to spill her story in toto, leaving out no detail, however irrelevant. She began with the night she and Gerald had spent together and quickly moved on to the morning when Frank had so generously taken her virginity. A few more events were quickly related but Donna found herself stumbling when it was time to tell the saga of her affair with Uncle Larry.

"I know you never liked him much," Donna concluded, relieved that it was all over. "But he's really a very sweet man. You should try to be friends with him. He likes you quite a bit."

"I'll be damned," Donald exclaimed with a smile: "I always had a lot of faith in you kids, but you've outdone yourselves. There's no point hiding things from you now. Larry and I haven't spoken for years and your mother and I were worried about him."

"He's all for the wedding now," Donna insisted. "And yes, I am a little mad at you for never trusting us. Maybe if we'd discussed all these things would have straightened out a lot sooner."

There was nothing Donald could say to the girl other than that he had been wrong to repress his real feelings and desires. Now, despite his apprehensions, things had taken care of themselves. It was still difficult to realize that Donna had matured, though. Just a year ago she had been an innocent tomboy.

"Kiss me, Daddy," Donna demanded, kicking the covers off the man's body and joining her father in bed.

Despite his recent revelations, Donald felt strange about being physical with his daughter. After a few moments of thought, he decided that he had been repressing his desires too long. He had wanted Donna ever since she had passed puberty. Her body was pressed up against him and they were all alone in the bedroom. There was no reason on earth not to consummate his deepest needs.

Donna threw herself into her father's arms at that point, pressing her lips against Donald's mouth. Her father was strong, bigger and more powerful than even her uncle. Donna's eyes lit up as she sucked her father's tongue into her mouth. Yes, he was going to fuck her, complete the circle of love. It was going to be a banner day in the life of the Judge family.

Donald's confusion and apprehension were soon things of the past. He held his daughter close and continued to kiss the girl. Donna was wiggling provocatively in his arms, showing off her new erotic skills in no uncertain manner. She was a real woman and he had to treat her as one. Fortunately, there was more than ample opportunity to deepen their loving relationship.

Donna wiggled out of her clothing in record time, not wanting to take any chances with her father. She realized that this was something she had wanted for years, even more than she had wanted to fuck around with Gerald and Frank. The way her father looked at her naked body was enough to convince the girl that things were going to go quite well between them.

Indeed, Donald was smitten with his daughter's beauty. The girl's tits were absolutely unbelievable, jutting out from her slender torso as pink and fresh as a summer morning. Her hair was long and smooth and fragrant, her legs muscular and lithe. Her mouth clung to his and soon Donald could feel his prick rising and stiffening. He was almost ready.

Then Donald began to explore his daughter's body manually, lying Donna flat on her back and stroking her from neck to toe. He could not get enough of the magnificent little piece of ass and had soon replaced his fingers with lips and tongue. The girl was simply not to be denied.

Donald slid his head down to Donna's tits, immediately working on her irresistible pink nipples. He sucked the rosy pads one at a time into his mouth, tonguing them without mercy, until they had hardened and turned a bright pink color. All the while, Donna remained passive. It was not easy to keep her hands off her father, but it had to wait at least another minute or two.

Donald could not have been more pleased with his daughter's reactions. The girl was writhing and squirming in his arms as he worked her tits over. Her cunt was rubbing incessantly against his thigh. Occasionally his prick would rub against her legs providing all the stimulation he needed to stay hard.

Donna reached for her father's dick at the same time that the man moved his head into position beside her pussy. She gripped the thick shaft firmly as she felt his tongue parting her labia and entering the secret chamber inside. Her father's prick was large and hot and throbbing, so thick that she could barely fit her long fingers around the thrusting shaft.

And it felt good to have her father's tongue inside her. Donna sighed aloud with passion as she felt herself being invaded. So much had been happening to her, so many half-digested confusing experiences. Now everything seemed normal and safe. She was with her father, just as she had always wanted.

"Eat me," she whispered. "Make me cum with your mouth."

Donald was more than happy to oblige his daughter. She seemed almost ready. Her juices were flowing freely and the girl's vaginal muscles were clamping down on his tongue like they wanted to make it a permanent part of her anatomy. Donald reached up and fondled the girl's tits again as he ate her pussy, wanting to make her cum as she had never climaxed before.

Donna decided not to be selfish about her sexual needs. Her father was a virile man, as she knew from watching him fuck her mother. She might as well use her own mouth to bring the man fulfillment. Then they would be able to fuck on even terms. Slowly she got herself into position until father and daughter were lying head to toe, eating each other furiously.

It was all Donna could do to handle her father's rod, which seemed larger than even Uncle Larry's huge apparatus. It was stiff already and so thick that it threatened to dislocate her jaw. But Donna had learned a lot about sex and soon adjusted, loving the size and thickness of Donald's prick.

She rubbed her tits against the man and then ground the rest of her body into Donald's huge, powerful physique. It felt like she was disappearing into the man's bulk, all but her pussy which had continued to writhe and throb with desire. If only they could cum together it would be the high point of her young life.

To that end, Donna increased her intensity, sucking her father's cock with every ounce of energy in her lustful young body. No longer did she feel guilty or confused about what she was doing. Every girl in the world wanted to fuck her father, Donna decided. It was just that some families were braver and more honest than others.

She slammed her head forward on the big machine, succeeding in taking all but the last inch into her talented throat. It was fun to squeeze her father's balls as she sucked him off, as if milking the cum out of his body. Her own passion was almost unbearable as the girl worked on her virile father.

Donna ran her tongue around the head of Donald's dick, sparing the man none of her erotic skills. Her head began to bob up and down repeatedly, never resting for a second. Occasionally she would use her teeth to stimulate the man's pubic skin, biting gently into the fleshiest part of his cock.

And Donald slowed down his pace a bit, knowing what his daughter wanted, more than happy to give it to her. His prick was on fire but she was still a little ahead of him. He kept his tongue deep inside Donna's pussy but hardly moved it for a few seconds, not wanting the girl to reach the point of no return.

Donna removed her father's prick from her mouth for a minute but refused to let go of the heavy rod. Instead, she circled it with her tongue over and over again, paying special attention to the head and its vertical slit. Then she held the prick an inch or so from her mouth, shooting her tongue out like a snake, tormenting her father and bringing him closer to orgasm.

Another minute passed and the huge thing had moved back into her mouth, practically skewering the young beauty. Donna knew that she could hold out no longer. Her father's tongue felt as thick and long as his penis. It was all the way into her twat again and now she was going to have her climax.

At that very moment, Donna could feel the first of three streams of cum being emptied into her mouth. This was the part of oral sex that she liked best, although she had still not mastered the art of swallowing scum. It always seemed to be too much for her and her father was not likely to be any different.