Jackson
Ican’t even admit to myself how long my daughter’s been making my dick hard. This doe eyed girl is going to be my undoing.
Her plump little tits and lips are probably nothing compared to her pussy. I can’t stop thinking about it spready wide, waiting, that tight little hymen begging for its destruction.
Which, with the heavy hammer God blessed me with, is going to be total and likely painful.
It was somewhere after that curve of womanhood settled in that me and my dick took notice in a different way no matter how much I tried to deny it. If I really think about it, maybe it was her high school graduation pool party where her mother and I had our last knock down fight.
The only thing good about that day was Hallie. The idea that I had helped guide her to this milestone in her life was one thing.
But, then it was her getting out of that pool, soaking wet, bouncing to some boy band 90’s playlist she and her friends were blaring through my Bose speaker system so loud three of the snooty neighbors in that contrived McMansion subdivision her mother thought was the pinnacle of wealthy and success called the cops on us.
God, her tits were falling out the sides of those little wet triangles on her bikini. I nearly came in my shorts when she bent over and that slip of fabric covering her ass slid into the crevice of her pussy lips. That obscene sight has been burned into my memory ever since.
Abigail, her mother, was nowhere to be found.
Probably off boinking one of the neighbors, but I didn’t give a shit about that.
It kept her from coming to me for sex which for more than a year I’d refused.
The idea of touching her had long made my stomach sour and my dick turtle up like an ice-cold bath.
Hallie’s the only one I’ve wanted since.
And, Jesus, now I’m harder than I’ve ever been before because of the memory of Hallie’s sweet lips around my dick. I have a feeling she’s going to be a brat again just so she has an excuse to give me another apology.
Now, her eyes are on my dick again as I beat off like a fucking teenager with my first porn mag. She’s poised on her knees just like she was last night.
I lean back on the couch as I watch her crawl closer. My fist is around the base of my erection, holding it in a death grip to keep from spurting. The sight of my little girl in front of me, waiting to suck me off, is damn near too much.
“It looks like it hurts,” she says her tongue tracing her lips. When she shifts, my oversized shirt she’s wearing slips to show off her shoulder. And even though I can see it, knowing she isn’t wearing panties sends a pulse through my aching cock.
“What did you think was going to happen? You look like that… You’d made a hundred-year-old man on life support hard and don’t get me started on that dick sucking miracle of a mouth you have there, baby.”
She snickers, braced on her locked front arms, her ass in the air as balances that sinfully young body on her hands and knees. She admitted she was still a virgin and that didn’t fucking help the situation.
All I can think of is stuffing her full of me, seeing her blood streaked all over my thick cock as I turn her into my own personal barely legal whore.
If anyone else called her that, I’d put a 9mm between their eyes, but for me? Being a slut and a whore is like telling her how beautiful she is. What a fucking miracle.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’ve done this before,” I say, giving the base of my length another strangling squeezes.
At that she looks away, a blush rising to the apples of her cheeks. So low I have to lean forward to hear it, she says, “I haven’t, Daddy. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Fuck,” I curse, having to look up at the ceiling to keep my composure.
My little girl is going to drive me insane. I’m going to pop that little cherry, take her virginity just like she’s been waiting for.
Her eye lashes flutter in the low light as she settles back on her heels, catching my attention. She asks for the second time, “Does it hurt?”
Jesus, this girl.
“Yes, baby,” I tell her. “It does.”
“I hurt too,” she whispers like she’s telling me her deepest secret. The lust and pain in her face is almost more than I can take. “Maybe we can help each other?”
“You liked helping me earlier, didn’t you?” I shift so I can lean forward. “Licking and sucking all the cream out of my balls with that bratty mouth. It made you so wet, didn’t it?”
I watch her throat move as she swallows. Then, shaky and unsure, she says, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I shouldn’t feel like this. Not for you.”
Her chin starts to quiver. Her tears will be the death of me. I can’t let her have doubts. Not about me.
“Don’t fucking cry, baby,” I demand in a voice that’s both soft and unforgiving. I let go of my dick and reach for her, shoving my thumb between her lips. “Suck on that until I give you something better to suck on.”
She nods, drawing my thumb into the warmth of her mouth. I’m too late to stop her tears from falling over her bottom lids. She recovers quickly with a little moan around my digit.
“You’re just growing up,” I exhale, using my free hand to stroke her hair. “You need me to teach you things. I’m proud you never let a boy touch you. They wouldn’t know how to make you feel good like your Daddy would.”
God, I’m going to hell. And I don’t give a fuck.
She sniffs, sucking harder in agreement. Her gaze drifts back to my dick. My erection hasn’t flagged one fucking bit. Beads of pre-cum run in little droplets from the slit.
“You want Daddy to take care of you?” I say gently. I drag my thumb from her mouth, running it down her bottom lip, holding it there for a second.
“Yes.” Then, softly, she admits, “I’m all mixed up inside. Scared and happy and excited and tense. Like, there’s something that needs to be fixed inside me.”
I groan, she’s so fucking perfect. She doesn’t even know it.
“You’re not mixed up,” I assure her, swiping my thumb over the pink of her cheek.
“It’s just the you don’t understand yet.
You want me to teach you how to feel good and you want to make me happy in return, don’t you baby?
I can do that in ways all those other boys can’t. They don’t understand you like I do.”
She smiles and I get to my feet. Then, I motion her to the wide day bed that’s built in under the bay window. It looks out toward the side of the house, neighboring homes with their lights off are in the distance, but no one’s awake to see us.
“Crawl next to me, then I’ll put you up here and we will continue our lessons,” I say, resting my hand on the top of her head. “And then we’ll see all about what’s going on down in all those achy feelings.”
The play turns darker as she falls back onto her hands.
She follows me as I step toward the window. The sound of her knees sliding across the floor goes straight to my dick, still bobbing out of my open pants.
When we get to the bed, I settle onto the mattress, and she crawls up beside me. Then, she lies back, opening her legs.
“You want to see, right?” she asks shyly. A blush climbs up her neck as a spurt of come releases from my dick, my balls like lead anchors between my legs.
“I do,” I agree, tense with how badly I want her. “You’re soaked, baby. All sticky and sweet. Lay back for me. Close your eyes and just think happy thoughts while Daddy checks things.”
I try to focus, but fuck, I want to just push right into her wet little pussy and tear her cherry away with one thrust. But, I also want to take my time. I want her to enjoy my touch. I need her to crave it again and again.
“I’m a little scared,” she says, tensing as I re-arrange her legs.
I put her heels on the edge of the mattress. When I get them into the position I want, her knees drop to the sides. Her dripping, pink pussy is framed perfectly by her soft thighs.
“No need,” I rumble, massaging her hip. “Has Daddy ever hurt you baby?”
She shakes her head, her hair fanning out around her face. Her lips part as I walk my fingers up her hips. I stop at the edge of her borrowed shirt, grabbing onto it and waiting for her to speak.
“No,” she answers then tightens her lips into a thin line, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “Never.”
“That’s right. Sometimes there will be a little pain,” I admit, “but I’ll always make sure it’s only when necessary. You’re mine, you know that right? Mine to do with as I please. No more bratty attitude though, or you’ll get punished again and that does hurt, doesn’t it?”
Her tits thrust upward, but I hold them down, forcing her to stay still “Yes, it hurt… But it also felt good. That’s probably wrong too, I just don’t know, I’m confused but it all feels good, and I feel ashamed.”
“Don’t you ever, ever feel ashamed of what you feel, baby.
Especially about me and you,” I tell her.
I kiss her forehead, as I continue, “Don’t feel ashamed of how I touch you, how that feels so good.
That’s just natural. I know you better than almost anyone, why wouldn’t I be the one to know what feels good for you? ”
I ease the fabric up then. My mouthwatering as I expose her tight little nipples. I nearly shoot my load when my eyes catch on the perfect mounds of creamy flesh.
Her voice cracks as she whimpers, “I’m so sorry I let mom cut us off.”
“Shhh,” I shush her, “we don’t need to talk about that, or your mom.”
Her lips tug downward in the corners, her eyes squeezing shut. She seems almost pained as she asks, “Did you know…what felt good for her too?”
There it is. The question I knew would come.
“Not like this. I never felt like this for her,” I say fiercely. “Only you have made me light up inside like a damn Christmas tree.”
She giggles and her body shakes. That was the right answer. That was what she needed to hear.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” I praise, the words making her glow. “Keep those eyes closed until I say, you understand?”