Norma Egan - Daddy_s bad girl

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he smiled. He hugged her closer against him, and Judy felt the heat of his body even though his shirt and jeans. He was muscular, hard, powerful, and somehow it all frightened her.

"I think I'll get off now, Guy," she said timidly. He held her fast, still grinning. "Aw, don't spoil my good time, sweetheart! Just let me hold you a minute longer. I'm a lonely old cuss, and I don't get many chances to hold a pretty girl on my lap."

That made Judy think of something. "Why haven't you remarried, Guy? I mean, you said you were a normal, healthy man, and…" She broke off, blushing.

"And that I dig sex," he finished for her. "That's right. But you're an educated young lady, so you must know that it's possible to have sex without marriage. I've kept in practice, I assure you. But I never met a woman I wanted to live with twenty-four hour a day for the rest of my life. Maybe I'm too choosy. I'm not lucky like you – I didn't find the ideal person."

Judy sighed as his words reminded her of Rick. "I hope you'll meet him soon, Guy," she said. "He really is a wonderful person."

"I'm sure he is, darling," Guy answered. "I can tell you're very much in love with him, and I'm happy for you. I bet you miss him, too, don't you?"

"Oh, yes!" sighed Judy.

"Then close your eyes," Guy said softly, "and pretend it's him that's holding you. That might help."

Judy found the idea rather silly, but she complied in order to please her father. She closed her eyes and lay submissively against bin chest. Guy caressed her shoulder and her knee, then kissed her cheek and hair. It was pleasant in a way. The warmth of the fire, and the slight high she'd gotten from the drinks, combined to make her limp and drowsy. But she could never mistake Guy's big callused hands for Rick's. The deception wouldn't work.

"Better?" Guy whispered.

"Ummm," Judy replied, making as vague an answer as she could. She wished he would let her go now; she was getting sleepy and wanted to go to bed. But it was their first long time alone together, and she would not rush it.

"So pretty," Guy muttered, "so sweet." He bent and kissed her neck, and she felt the hot, wet tip of his tongue on her flesh. It made her shiver. His hand was creeping slowly down from her shoulder, dangerously close to touching her breast. Judy moved down a little, to escape his touch, and then, to her chagrin, found herself sitting on his crotch again. She felt a sudden hardening and twitching, then realized with horror that he was getting a hard-on.

"Guy!" she squeaked, sitting up abruptly. "I think that's enough!"

"You felt it, too?" he grinned brazenly.

"Felt what?" cried Judy indignantly, knowing perfectly well what he meant.

"Felt my cock get hard," he answered calmly. "That's why you jumped up and squeaked. But there's no reason to be shocked, dear. Like I said before, I have all the feeling of a normal, healthy man. It's impossible for me to hold a beautiful girl on my lap and not feel anything."

"Then you shouldn't have held me!" exclaimed Judy, pushing at his chest. He was so incredibly strong, however, that she could not get loose. "Please, Guy," she pleaded, "this has gone far enough! Let me go now!"

He pulled her roughly toward him and kissed her on the mouth, stuffing his thick tongue inside. Judy whimpered and struggled, without success. One brawny arm pinned her body against his, and with his free hand he cupped her small, pretty breast through her nightgown. When he broke the kiss, his face was flushed.

"Sweet little tits," he said hoarsely. "Let me see [missing text]."

"Guy, stop!" Judy struggled frantically.

"You're defeating your own purpose, my dear," he replied. "Feeling your cute little ass pound in my lap, you're only making me harder. Come on, now, don't be such a prude! I just want to look at you. I want to see how my daughter looks, after all. I want to see more than just your free."

"Please, Guy," Judy said desperately. "I don't like this. It isn't right. Let me go."

"Uh-uh," he laughed, "not till I've satisfied my curiosity. Just let the old man have a look, okay?" He rose suddenly, with Judy in his arms, and carried her effortlessly toward the bed.

"Guy!" she shrieked. "What are you doing? Put me down!"

He deposited her on the bed, and Judy instantly tried to scramble off again. He didn't stop smiling, but he seized her wrist and held it hard, just on the paint of hurting her, arid she understood. He was warning her of what she knew very well, that in a struggle with him she didn't stand a chance. She gave a little sob and lay back on the bed. She was certain now that Guy had had too much to drink, and that he would feel dreadful about his behavior in the morning. But right now there was no reasoning with him, and she was willing to permit him to look at her, if that would satisfy him. Drunk and belligerent, he could easily hurt her if she resisted.

"That's my girl," he said in his raspy voice. "Nothing to be afraid of. Just let me look at you."

He stood beside the bed, stooping a little, and grabbed the hem of her nightgown. Judy felt herself blushing all over as he slowly raised the garment, pulling it upward till her breasts were uncovered. He stuffed it there, wedging it under her arms, leaving her almost entirely naked to his eyes. He whistled.

"Oh, my God!" he said wonderingly. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"

Judy took one look at his flushed, excited face, then closed her eyes. She prayed he'd satisfy his curiosity quickly, then go away and leave her alone. There was silence for a while, except for Guy's heavy breathing, and Judy fought the urge to squirm under his gaze, to cover her tits and snatch with her hands. It just wasn't right for a father to look at his daughter like that. Yet Guy had seemed so honest and decent up to now.

He spoke at last. "Perfect tits, you know that? Some men might consider them small, but to me they're ideal. I never went for the watermelon types. Pink nipples, too – beautiful! Yes, Judy, you have a nearly perfect body. Your snatch is a little small for a grown woman, perhaps, but I can hardly quibble when everything else is so lovely. I envy your young man, Rick, possessing all that. I hope he appreciates it."

"Thank you, Guy," Judy said shyly, opening her eyes. "Is that all? Can I go to bed now? I'm very tired."

"Wait," he smiled, "indulge me. I haven't seen the other side yet. Roll over, there's a good girl."

Judy obeyed quickly, glad to hide her tits and pussy from his feverish eyes. She'd noticed that he had an enormous hard-on by now, the crotch of his pants bulging grotesquely. Oh, God, how had she gotten herself into this insane situation?

"Cutest little ass I've ever seen," Guy chuckled, reaching out to pat it. "Yes sir, I sure have a gorgeous daughter!"

Judy flinched as his callused hand touched her ass. "Please, Guy," she whimpered, "don't touch me! Looking is bad enough!"

He squeezed one asscheek firmly. "Bad? What's bad about a little pat on the ass, sugar?" He used both hands now, kneading and squeezing her buttocks, and she felt his big thumb easing into the crease, rubbing her tightly puckered anus. That was too much for Judy. With a shriek, she rolled away from him, onto her back again. Guy grinned down at her.

"That's okay, honey," he leered. "I wanted to touch those sweet little titties of yours, too."

Judy glared and tugged at her nightie, but Guy swiftly seized her wrists, giving the same warning pressure as before. "Now, be a nice little girl," he hissed, "and I won't have to hurt you. Just lie back there and let me touch you, that's all I ask." Then, in a gentler voice, "I really don't want to get rough with you, Judy."

Judy sobbed and obeyed, closing her eyes. She knew she was being cowardly, but she couldn't stand much pain. Then she gasped as she felt her father's rough hands closing around her breasts, almost reverently cupping them.