Chapter 2

"Is that you, kitten?" Dan Palmer called.

Linda jerked her sweater down and smoothed the front of her skirt. "Yes, Daddy," she answered. She went down the hall and stepped into the living room. "Did you hear us drive up?"

"No. I just turned the light on so you could see when you got here. Did Bill bring you home?"

"Uh... yeah. It was a good party," she said.

"Gee, Dad, you ready for bed already?"

Dan was in his pajamas and robe. He looked at his watch. "It's almost one, time for bed. I'll be glad tomorrow when your mother and brother get home."

"Yeah, it's lonely around here without them," Linda said.

In the midst of wedding preparations, Linda's aunt had had a heart attack, and her mother had had to rush to her side. She took Linda's brother Peter along. They were on their way back, due in the next evening.

Linda looked at her father, her dark eyes sparkling. "I've kind of liked it with just you and me here," she said, pouting.

Dan stepped over and hugged his daughter, quickly aware of the fullness of her young breasts against his chest. "I like it that way, too, Linda, but you're never here, always out somewhere."

"I can change that if you want me to," Linda said softly, kissing her father on the lips.

Linda felt very strongly about her father, beyond the normal limits of a daughter for her father. He was an attractive man, tall and handsome. He still had a full head of hair at forty-three.

Dan gently pushed his daughter away, blushing slightly, fearful that she would feel his cock against her leg. He had certainly been aware that it pressed against her leg.

"When little girls grow up, they aren't supposed to kiss their daddies like that," he said.

"I like to kiss my daddy like that," Linda answered.

"I guess I have to admit that I liked it, too." He held her at arm's length. "Have you been drinking, kitten?"

Linda blushed. "Yes, we had a few drinks. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not. You were with your fiance; you were safe."

Linda whirled away to hide her blush and plopped heavily on the couch, pulling her legs up under her.

"Let's have a drink together, Daddy. We never have."

Dan stared at his daughter. Her skirt was halfway up her thighs. God, she's beautiful, he thought, no girl of nineteen has a right to be so well filled out; it's against all laws of nature. "Okay, but just one, then it's to bed with you."

Linda smiled at him, aware that he was staring at her thighs.

He went to the buffet and got two glasses. "Scotch or bourbon?" he asked.

"Scotch. A little water and no ice," she said.

When he returned with the drinks, he darted a glance at her legs. Her skirt was higher, and he could see the edge of her panties. Dark hair protruded from the edges, showing in sharp contrast against her white legs. He wanted to slip his hand in the pocket of his robe and push his cock down, which was hardening against his will, but he was afraid she would notice.

"How is Bill standing up under all this?" he said, sitting beside her.

"William? Just fine. He did get a little drunk tonight, though." She giggled. "A bunch of the guys I went to high school with are having a bachelor party for him tomorrow night; giving him a last fling." Her legs parted a bit wider. "Why don't they have bachelor parties for girls, Daddy? Do they think it's only men that want to sow a few wild oats before they take the fatal plunge? Girls have sexual urges, too, you know."

Yes, Daddy knew. At least some girls had sexual urges, others he wasn't sure about. His wife, Helen, didn't seem to, not any more, anyway. He wondered if she had ever cheated on him, almost hoping that she had. He was sure that a lot of wives had no sexual urges at all, that they spent more time thinking of ways to avoid sex than they spent cooking and caring for their homes. Most of his friends' wives seemed like that. He wished that Helen still liked to fuck.

"It's tradition, pet. Men seem to think it one of their inalienable rights to have a bachelor party." He chuckled and got to his feet. "We'd better think about turning in."

"Daddy," Linda said, holding her hand out to him. "Help me up. I'd like to talk to you real confidential about getting married... now that we're alone. You could come up to my bedroom while I got ready for bed and we could talk."

"Certainly, pet," He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. "If there is anything I can do, I'll be more than pleased.

She stepped close to him, her face inches from his. "Do you really mean that?" she asked seriously.

"You know I do, sweetheart," he told her, hugging her until she was breathless. "Because I love you so much." He kissed her lightly on the mouth. She surprised him by frenching him. It had been a long time since he had had a good french kiss. She molded her body against his, her tongue deep in his mouth Dan was sure she could feel his cock, which hung in a half-hard state.

Finally they pulled apart, and she sighed. "I love you, too, Daddy, more than you can guess."

With his arm around her waist, they went up the stairs to her bedroom, where Dan sat down on the edge of her bed. To his surprise, Linda pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it on the floor. He thought she would change in the closet, or at least behind his back. Her tits completely filled the bra. She stood provocatively for a minute and let him gawk, then she pulled the zipper down on the side of her skirt and let it float to the floor. She stepped from the crumpled skirt and did a pirouette in front of her flabbergasted father.

"I need to know if I have a sexy figure, Daddy. It's important, you know, if a girl is to keep her husband happy," she said nonchalantly.

"Sexy is an understatement," he said, swallowing hard.

He could see her heavy bush bulging out the front of her panties and creeping out around the legbands. There was a stain in the crotch, too, like she had wet herself a little.

Linda smiled knowingly at the admiration in her father's eyes. She knew lust when she saw it. Her hand went behind her back and unsnapped the catch on her bra. She hunched her shoulders forward, the straps slipping off her shoulders, and let the garment fall free. Her big tits were large and round and smooth, the oversized red nipples already standing erect.

"Well, are they all right?" she asked.

"Wow!"

"Do you really mean it, Daddy? Are they really that nice?" she asked excitedly, dropping onto his lap, her arms going around his neck. "The girls always said they were super; you know, in gym and things, but they were just other girls. I wanted a man's opinion."

"Yes, honey, they're super. They're not quite as large as your mother's were at twenty, but they're better shaped, and hers were rather special. But you didn't need to go to this extreme for me to tell you that."

Linda moved her rump enough to be sure she was having the desired affect on her daddy. She took the waistband of her panties in her fingers. "I want you to see everything I've got, Daddy... so you can give me a complete answer." She pushed the flimsy garment over her hips, past the thick fur on her mound, and on down her thighs.

Dan bit savagely at his tongue. He knew it was wrong, but his cock was jerking convulsively inside his pajamas. He wanted to grab her and fondle her, feel all of her intimate parts, and... God, he squeezed his eyes shut with shame... he wanted to fuck her.

"Open your eyes, Daddy, and look at me," she ordered sternly. "I want you to look at me with lust and desire--I've always wanted you to." With this, she sat on his lap again, her arms draped around his neck.

When Dan opened his eyes, her breasts were inches from his mouth. Her nipples were so large, so dark; he wanted to suck one of them into his mouth.

She clung to his neck, staring directly into his eyes. "I wonder about sex, too, Daddy; wonder how I'll react to it. I wonder if I'll like it."

"Oooh, Linda, I think you know you'll like it," he groaned. "Don't do this to me, baby."

"Don't do what, Daddy?" she asked innocently.

She opened her legs and took his hand, which was dangling helplessly at his side, andput it between her legs. "Feel it, Daddy, feel it all over, and tell me if it feels good like a... like a good girl's cunt should." She giggled, hunching her shoulders.

Dan groaned with fear and frustration. He knew they shouldn't be doing this, knew it was outrageous; yet, he started to massage the lips of her cunt. It was wet and gooey and opened hungrily to his touch.

She wiggled her bare ass against his imprisoned cock. It felt very hard--hard like a man's cock should be.

"Oh. Daddy that feels wonderful!" she moaned, pushing up against his hand. "Yes, yes, I know I'll like it. Kiss me, Daddy" She put her mouth to his, her tongue sinking deep inside. The next thing he was aware of was her hand sliding inside his pajamas. She found his prick and circled it tightly.

"Oooooh, Daddy! It's so big and feels so nice." Linda cooed. "I just had to feel a man's thing to see how big they are before I let one be pushed up inside me and I could tell you had it big from rubbing my butt against it."

Dan groaned. She was so bold; it was something beyond his wildest dream. His baby girl was holding onto his erected prick.

"You look so surprised, Daddy. Do you really mind? You said you would do anything. Remember?" She gently moved her hand back and forth on his shaft.

"Yes, baby, I know what I said," he answered with resignation, "but you're pushing me too far. I am human, you know; there's a point beyond which I'm not responsible. You're taking an awful chance."

Linda pushed her father backward on the bed. "That has to do with my next problem, Daddy. I wonder if I will like it inside me, and if I'll be satisfying to William. Won't you put it in me? Just a little as an experiment? I've been taking birth-control pills for quite a while, so I won't get pregnant."

Dan felt as if all his willpower were gone. If he just lay there and let her have her way with him, it wouldn't be his fault, not really.

She opened his robe and undid the tie on his pajamas, pushing the flaps back to completely expose his cock. She worked it in her hand, slowly peeling the foreskin down until the glans was exposed all red and tight, like it wanted to burst out of its smooth skin. The piss-hole was shining with wetness.

"Oh, Daddy! It's so big... your cock is so big and hard, and it's beautiful," she squealed.

She crawled on top of him, her luscious tits dangling before his eyes. She was holding his cock and he could feel her pubic hair tickling the head of his cock, and her legs, those beautiful long legs, were straddling him for one purpose--to fuck him.

"We really shouldn't," he said weakly, knowing there was no stopping it now. He was but a man, she a horny young woman; it would be a delicious fuck, a fuck he had yearned to have for a long, long time.

He felt her hand guide his knob into the wet, sucking furrow of her cunt. He grunted and pushed up with his hips, forcing his cock in. It moved in easily, well past the point where her hymen should have stopped him.

Linda let her weight down against him until she had his cock engulfed to the hilt.

"Oooooh, Daddy darling, I like it already, I really do," she moaned.

"Linda, baby, we... we really shouldn't do this thing," he stammered.

"Why, Daddy? It's a beautiful thing, and I love it," she said, lying forward against him. Her hips were lifting and falling in a slow, even rhythm, sliding his cock smoothly inside her cunt.

"Because... because... Oh, Linda, it feels so good!"

"And that's reason enough, Daddy. Just lie there and let me fuck you."

Dan Palmer was a smug son-of-a-bitch, quick to criticize others, yet he had sexually desired his daughter since she was six years old. He would have deflowered her ten years ago but for his fear of society retaliating. He was moving against her, lunging his prick into his daughter's warm cunt.

"Linda, baby, I've wanted to do this for such a long time, ever since you were a tiny tot," he said, losing all control.

"I wish you had, Daddy... fucked me when I was a tiny tot." She groaned and threw her head back. "Oh, Daddy, fuck me now; make up for all the lost time."

Her arms were tightly around him, pressing her tits against his hairy chest. Her fingernails dug into his back, but he felt no pain. Her movements became jerky, faster and faster, harder and harder. She was nearing her orgasm, the one Tom Henderson would have given her in the car if she hadn't panicked.

Dan caressed her buttocks and felt perspiration. Her face was damp, too, where it pressed against his cheek, and she uttered little sighs and cries of pleasure as she humped toward completion. He fought to control his spending, determined to outlast her.

She is a wanton, a whore, he thought, and he took great satisfaction in the pleasure he was granting his beautiful young daughter. He should have fucked her long ago, given her the benefit of his talented prick.

For Linda it came soon and lasted long. She had her eyes closed and her face buried in his shoulder. Her legs jerked with tremors as she hunched frantically against him, her ass bobbing like a rubber ball. She cried softly and bit at his neck and shoulder. Orgasm was a delight to Linda, something she needed regularly. Tonight, unknown to him, her daddy was a substitute; she had really wanted Tom Henderson's prick inside her, but once inside the house and reconciled to not getting it, she had decided that her daddy was a man and his prick would do just as well.

Dan could feel her pussy tighten with each orgasm and he had to fight to keep control of himself. He knew that a girl who reacted this violently would need more before the night was over, and when he spilled inside her, he wanted to be on top.