She began to moan softly now as she stretched on the couch, spreading her legs a little to run her palm up and down the slit of her hairy cunt, her mind remembering all those exciting times with her father.

Later, he had taken her small hand and placed it around his cock and held her wrist, mow big her fist back and forth. The hard heat of her father's cock burned her palm, and she came without touching her cunt that time. And again her father had come over her small stomach. When it was over, he kissed the top of her head and pulled his pants up, leaving her without a word.

During those little games they played, her father had watched her grow, saw the first silky hairs sprout on her sugary cunt, watched her little titties swell into mouth-watering shapes, with luscious pink nipples. He had watched her fine ass take form that would give a hard-on to many men later on in her life. He had watched Wendy grow from a gangling little girl to a cock stiffening teenager. And never did he fuck her.

He jacked off on her stomach, filling her belly button, more often letting Wendy jack him off. And he never touched her body, not her tits, not her legs, not her ass, not her cunt. Even after Wendy began to date, to take a boy's cock into her cunt in the back seat of a car, her father never fucked her, never touched her, but let her jack him off three and four times a week, something Wendy was more than happy to do for him.

But if her father was satisfied with that, Wendy was not.

She wanted to fuck him, to feel her father's cock inside her cunt, moving in and out. She wanted her father to grab her hot little ass and ram his thick, long cock up her cunt and fuck her silly. She never told him, and he never attempted it. They jacked off in near silence, with the only words coming from Wendy. "Daddy…" Nothing else.