Prom Night with Daddy

[vin_26m]

She is just too beautiful to be with this guy, Ron thought to himself. She looked almost exactly like her mom did on her prom night, before divorcing him to marry her job. Just like he did when his little girl was growing up, he took all the pictures. Now she's 18, driving, on her way to college, going to prom with this... nerd. Oh well, at least it wasn't her loser boyfriend.

The doorbell rang. He answered it. Loser boyfriend.

Ron grabbed the guy by the tuxedo collar. "I thought I told you what would happen if you came around here again."

"But she's my prom date- OOF!" Knee to the midsection, push to the walkway.

"I'm sorry, she's your what?"

"She's... my prom... AGH!" Shoulder throw, onto the lawn.

"Come again?"

"Please... stop... c'mon, man, I... I just wanna fuck her."

"RAAARGH!" Ron got loser boyfriend's back. Rear naked choke. Loser boyfriend tried to scream, breath, beg him to stop. Nothing came out.

A hand tapped his arm. Nerd. "Mr. Johnson... He's out... She's crying." He just needed to say the last part. He let go of his hold, rolled the unconscious body off him, and joined his baby.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, Daddy lost his..."

"I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

He was stunned, but then she ran over to the loser boyfriend and kicked him a couple of times. He tried to hide his smile.

She stomped back toward the house, tears flowing, makeup running. Just as he started to speak, she put up her index finger. One. One minute? "Thank you, Daddy."

She went into the house. The door slammed. Her scream shook the windows.

"Go home," he said to the nerd. "Go to hell," he said to the loser boyfriend, who was starting to wake up.

Ron went into the house. She was on the floor of the living room, in the fetal position, sobbing.

"Oh, sweetie, oh. I'm... I'm so sorry. Here, come to daddy." He sat on the floor, held her, and rocked her. "Let it out, sweetheart. Cry and scream all you like. It's all going to be okay. It's all going to be okay."



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[MadMissJ]

She had been so careful with her plan.

Her father had told her that she couldn’t go to prom with Jake; instead he’d forced her on one of his friend’s sons, someone who was far and away below her league. So, being her Father’s daughter she’d tried to figure out a why around him to get what she wanted.

That nerd would show up, they’d take some of the many pictures her dad would want, and Jake would be waiting outside. Ditch the first date, go with her boyfriend.

Only, Jake had screwed up, and was now getting beaten within an inch of his life, at least as far as she could tell out of her watery eyes.

Her face was covered with her hands, she couldn’t watch, she couldn’t speak. But then Jake did all the talking for himself as her father’s hands were around his neck. Jenny was horrified, but she’d had her suspicions, whenever they went out, the two of them always just stayed parked somewhere, Jake telling her how beautiful she was with his hand on the back of her head, trying to lean her forward toward the front of his pants…

But now?

She erupted, Like father, like daughter.

The blond leapt forward out of the house, almost, but mercifully not tripping over her long dress to kick at her former date. Her anger so close to the surface, that the screams that came from her painted lips were unholy and howled.

There had only been a brief interruption, before she made her way back into the house, that she thanked her father. But the minute she was in and the door was shut that was when the tears fell in earnest. She was embarrassed, horrified, and angry.

Jenny slid to her knees and covered her face, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. She slid furthered to the cool wooden floor, amazed that she could have been so taken in by a jerk that just wanted to fuck her.

It was her prom! And it was ruined.

She had no idea how long she’d been on the floor, only that her throat was raw from her crying, her eyes stinging from the make-up and tears. But her daddy picked her up, turning her so she was leaning against his chest while they both sat.

“Oh, Daddy. I’m so sorry…I just wanted to h-h-have a good night.” She choked on the words.

“I didn’t know that I wasn’t…I was…that he only wanted to fuck me. He doesn’t love me at all like he said he did!” The blond whimpered and wrapped her arms around her father, pressing her face into his chest.

“I just wanted him to love me.”

 

[vin_26m]

Ron held Jenny in his arms. He knew she just had to release all the tension built up inside her through the outlets of tears and words. If he didn't feel the need to make her feel better, he would have been tempted to go back outside and finish the job on her loser boyfriend.

She had her mom's looks but her father's temper, his stubbornness and his inability to learn the easy way. Perhaps they shared a poor taste in significant others too. He wondered what other similarities they had that he hadn't discovered yet.

He knew she would be a better person for this, that she would never get taken in by a guy with sweet words and sinister motives again. She grew some more at that moment, right before his eyes, in his arms.

It had been a long time since she has been so upset. She was the epitome of calm and cool, but also happiness and joy. Tonight, she crumbled like a little girl, but this time in the body of a beautiful young woman.

He thought about his own prom long ago, with her mom, his ex-wife. He cared so much for his ex-wife back then, and they shared their first time together prom night. They were careless, and that's when Jenny was conceived. When his ex-wife's acting career took off after a few years, it was just him and his daughter.

For such a beautiful mature-looking woman, she still had some growing up to do, some new experiences to have.

"Oh, Daddy. I’m so sorry…I just wanted to h-h-have a good night."

He didn't interrupt her, just letting her talk while he held her hot little body and stroked her sweet smelling hair.

"I didn’t know that I wasn’t…I was…that he only wanted to fuck me. He doesn’t love me at all like he said he did!"

He almost never heard her curse and it kind of surprised him. His selective memory and vivid imagination jumped in. Two words in her voice echoed around in his head, "Fuck me... Fuck me... Fuck me..."

Feeling her press up against him, seeing her in her pretty dress, assembling the explicit words into new combinations in his head, "Fuck me... Daddy... Fuck me... Daddy... Fuck me...," he felt himself getting aroused, the blood in his muscles from the scuffle redirecting to his pelvis.

"I just wanted him to love me."

He felt her calming down, the tears tapering off, the sobs turning into regular deep breathing, the tension in her arms relaxing so she can lean back a bit.

He looked at her face, smeared with makeup but still so youthful and pretty. Her lips were soft and pouty, he chest still heaving, her cleavage contained by her dress.

He was getting hard.

"Sweetheart," he said. He paused, as if he was thinking of what to say, but instead realizing that he's been calling her a name that he used to call his ex-wife. It seems so natural.

"Sweetheart, I was going to say that you're not allowed to go to prom for what you did. But I think you should go to prom anyway. If you skip prom, you'll regret it. Your friends will be here soon, they want you to go with them, even if you don't have a date. You don't want to let them down do you? You don't want to let *me* down, right?"

He stood up, helping her to her feet. "So go clean up," he said, brushing her cheek as she still sniffled. "Everything will be okay. I promise."

He kissed her forehead and hugged her, making sure to move his hips back so she wouldn't feel what was going on with his lower half.

 

[MadMissJ]

She’d done as her father had asked her.

Word gets around quicker than Jenny had realized, because it wasn’t much longer after her father had told her to go get herself cleaned up, that her best friend Becca was standing at her front door, bidding her to come with them instead of her other two loser dates.

Jenny stood with her father, looking at herself in a mirror. Her dress was one of those sultry confections, deep red with a stooping back that ended just above where her lower back bubbled into her ripe backside. The front was a little more modest, its front was slippery over her cleavage, showing just enough, sparkles on the silky fabric made the dress more suited for prom, than a night out on the town.

Before she headed out with her friend she’d hugged her Daddy. He was the one who always took care of her…and her problems. Like he had tonight. She’d batted those long eyelashes in his direction, told him how much she’d loved him while pressed close.

Then run off with her friends, to hop into the Limo they’d rented, the previous scene that night looked like it had been forgotten, as the teen left.
But of course it hadn’t. She’d danced with a few of her girlfriend’s dates, a few of her more single guy friends who’d told her it was her lucky day that her father had kicked the shit out of Jake. The more the little drama was talked about around prom the more she felt bad that she’d left her Dad to go.

He’d only had her best interest at heart, she knew that. Ron had wanted her to go tonight to make a few memories, like the ones that he had of her mother. But she couldn’t get him out of her mind…Maybe it was the depression over Jake, but she just wanted to be held tonight.

Her blue eyes scanned the dance floor in front of her. There was no one here that held her interest.

So Jenny did the one thing she always did.

She called her Daddy.

Jenny started walking back down the street toward her house, though the house was a good distance away, especially in heels.

“Daddy?” She asked when he picked up his phone.

“Will you come pick me up? I’m walking home right now.” Her voice didn’t sound as happy as it normally did. Jenny knew it sounded sad even to her ears.

“I want to go home; I just want to be with you.”

 

[vin_26m]

As soon as Jenny left, Ron tried to get his mind off of her and the thoughts he was having that he knew weren't right but sure felt good. He did what he always did when he needed a distraction - he went to the basement and pounded on the heavy bag, finishing off the loser boyfriend over and over again.

It didn't help. It just made him think of his daughter in her own workout outfit, a sports bra and short, tight spandex, asking him to show her how to wrestle.

He peeled off his clothes and went to the hot tub. The soak relaxed his aching muscles and soothed his mind, but then he thought about Jenny again, wearing her tiny bikini, asking if she could join him.

Maybe he just need to get it out of his system. He put a DVD on, a porn movie called "Dirty Daddies and Naughty Daughters," and started stroking. He was close, but then the phone rang. It was Jenny.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, it's me, sweetheart, is everything-"

"Will you come pick me up? I’m walking home right now."

"I'm coming, sweetheart," he said, realizing the double meaning as he kept stroking his cock. "I mean, I'll be right there."

"I want to go home; I just want to be with you."

"I'm on my way."

Should he finish? No, Jenny needed him urgently. It can wait.

He threw on the first things he could find, a t-shirt and basketball shorts, and got into the car.

In no time, he found her walking on the sidewalk alone. She looked beautiful. He pulled up next to her and got out of the car.

"It's okay, sweetheart, Daddy is here for you." He helped her into the car and drove home.

As he drove, he couldn't help but take peeks at her, the way her lips moved when she talked, the way her chest heaved when she breathed. He thought about how she looked from behind, her perfect lower back exposed, leading a trail to her perfect, full bottom.

The drive seemed to take forever, but he liked it.

 

[MadMissJ]

Luckily the night was warm.

Jenny continued down the street, tucking her phone back into her small clutch, frowning as she looked down at the gathering of flowers at her wrist, with a vicious tug at the elastic, she pulled the offending bits off her wrist and left it in the grass on the side of the road.

Her heels click, click, clicked along the uneven pavement, but she kept her eyes forward, waiting for her knight to come rescuing her.

When her dad pulled up, Jenny put on a grateful smile and once she was in the car, she leaned over to once again wrap her bare arms around her father.

“Thank you so much, Daddy.”

She leaned back into the passenger seat, playing with the end of one of her long blond tendrils, wrapping it around her finger as she got comfortable for their car ride home.

“The dance wasn’t that bad.” Jenny clarified quickly. She didn’t want her dad to worry about her. He’d had such a hard time, it being just the two of them. The blond knew that her dad put a lot aside to raise her when her mom went off to be some actress in Hollywood, promptly forgetting about her little daughter and stunned husband.

Jenny reached over with that thought to rest her hand on her dad’s, slumping her head to the side to smile at him.

“I danced with some boys…no one special.” She mused, trying to think back to the slow dances and awkward boys shuffling their feet.

“Someone spiked the punch, but I didn’t have any, but a few of the others were getting a little stupid.” The girl giggled slightly under her breath, shaking her head.

Her finger began to trace little circles on the back of her dad’s stronger thicker hands. She’d always liked the way they could be so gentle with her, but so harsh with others. It meant she was special. He would never hurt her.

Not like other boys.

“I know this sounds stupid, Daddy. But I just wanted to be with you. Maybe watch a movie…” Her big eyes focused on him, hopeful and oh so innocent.

“Let’s do that!” All of a sudden her voice picked up, sounding a hundred times happier than she had only moments ago.

“We’ll put pj’s on…watch a movie in your room! Just like we used to!” Jenny beamed, sometimes it was easier being Ron’s little girl…than a grown woman with boy troubles.

 

[vin_26m]

He felt her soft little hands on his big strong ones, her manicured fingers tracing the blood vessels and knuckles and webbing between his digits. It made him think of where else her hands would feel good, of where she would love to feel his hands on her.

He listened to her soft voice talk about her experience. He wished it could have been better for her. Then she said it a second time, those words, "I just want to be with you."

He looked at her when she suggested a movie, her eyes almost pleading, her voice almost begging. How could he say no to her?

"Sure, honey, it's your special night. We can do whatever you like, okay, sweetheart?"

When they got home, he opened the door for her, helped her out, then put his arm out for her to take, to escort her to the door.

At the door, he kissed her hand, bowed at the waist and said, "Thank you for a lovely evening."

He opened the door and let her in. "Okay, sweetheart, you go ahead and get changed. Daddy needs to take a shower."

He thought about her in her room, taking off her dress, revealing her lacy undies. He thought about his prom night, when his ex-wife let him unwrap her like a present, but it was Jenny instead.

He tooks his time in the shower, feeling himself get hard, enjoying the feeling of the hot water hitting him while the mix of memory and imagination tickled his mind.

He completely forgot about the dvd still in the player in his bedroom, paused on a scene with a blue-eyed blonde girl named Jenny going down on her "daddy."

 

[MadMissJ]

It was short work for Jenny to change from her long gown and into her pj’s. She slipped the straps from her shoulders, the gown dripped from her cleavage to pool at her feet in preparation of her stepping out of it.

Jenny laid it across her bed, joined by her frilly panties and garter belt and stockings. All she had to do from there was pull on her cotton shorts that hugged her bottom tightly like a lovers hands, and the tank top that went with them. Both pink camo, one of Jenny’s favorite prints.

She bounded into her father’s room, pulling down the blankets on his bed, and shifting around his pillows until they were stacked up how she liked them. She really was her Father’s daughter, everything had to be just so.

The girl rooted around for the remote, which she left laying on top of the covers while the blond snuggled in.

All around her was her father’s scent. His aftershave clung to his pillows, the smell of his soap and sweat. Jenny pulled up the blankets and rubbed them against her cheek…and then since her father wasn’t in the room with her, down her body. First running over the small mountains of her unbound breasts and then across her flat stomach to bundle between her thighs, she arched her back ever so slightly against the soft comforter. Everything about this room spoke ‘male’ to her. Everything in here was something she loved and cherished, and it belonged to the one person who loved and cherished her. She’d convinced herself that there was nothing wrong with being attracted to it.

Only her hands smashing the blanket furiously between her thighs, said something different. Flustered and ashamed, she reached over to press play on his DVD player, only to have another blond pop on the screen. Jenny’s eyes widened her hands still against the apex of her legs.

The voice on the DVD evidently belonged to another ‘Jenny’ and her daddy was burying his hand in her hair, telling her what a good girl she was. She was moaning ‘Daddy…Daddy…’ over and over again.

Jenny was shocked.

Shocked and aroused, her hands dipping under the covers now to rest against the front of her short shorts, fingers tentatively tickling down the front as her eyes widened. That Jenny was bobbing up and down on the front of her 'daddy's' cock...looking like she would swallow it whole if she could...

And because she was so caught up in the sight in front of her, she never heard the shower shut off.

 

[vin_26m]

He was already clean, but his hands were soapy, his cock was soapy, and he was hard. He could cum in no time with Jenny none the wiser.

So he stroked. He thought about helping his daughter out of her deep red prom dress.

He would pull the straps off her shoulders, slowly lowering the sparkly gown and revealing her tight young body as if it was a red curtain unveiling a statue of a goddess. He would lay his hands on her soft, silky skin and plant soft kisses on her shoulders, inhaling her scent off her hair, the fruits and flowers mixing together in his nose, as she let her hands drift between her legs to...

Wait, he had to cum soon, or Jenny would suspect something.

He thought about a scene from the dvd he was watching, imagined Jenny on her knees with her little hands wrapped around him, asking if she could please please please suck his big cock, that she won't tell anyone, that it would be their little secret. He was telling her what a good girl she was, as she moaned daddy again and again...

Holy shit, the dvd! It's still in his bedroom, where they were going to a watch a movie together. He has to get back to the room before she finds it!

He turned off the water and grabbed a couple of towels, wrapping one around him and drying himself off with the other.

He ran to his bedroom as quietly as he could. Jenny wasn't in her bedroom! This was bad...

He got to his room. Please don't be there. But she was, and she watching the dvd, and she was watching "her" scene, and she was touching herself.

He didn't know what to do, so he froze. He just watched her squirming under the blanket, the cover slowly inching down her body, her legs spread wide and her hands touching herself.

The towels fell to the floor, and his cock sprung in the air. He was stroking himself, mesmerized by the scene, at the door to his bedroom.

 

[MadMissJ]

Hey eyes slid closed as her fingers moved against the front of her clothing, rubbing around the inseam of her shorts. It had been a mistake to turn on that DVD, the sounds of it in her ears as the girl slurped around her ‘daddy’s’ cock, moaning and giggling in her school uniform up around her hips baring her ass.

But that wasn’t what Jenny was seeing. No, against the back of her eyelids was her father in their basement, thrusting her up against the wall. His hands running themselves down her body while she wore her regular workout clothing. Maybe he’d flatten her arms out to her side, gathering them in one hand, holding her wrists above her head so he would have access to all of her, his tongue licking down her long neck…

“Jenny…ugh..” The video spoke… and her fingers reflectively started to creep along the side of her shorts, just brushing the flesh that housed her more secret places.

Her lips were pressed together, every so often a pink tongue darting out to wet them. As the video ‘Jenny’ begged her ‘Daddy’ to give her, her surprise. Jenny smiled on her own father’s bed…

“ahh…” Her sigh was soft as her fingers breached her lips and found the hard little nub of her clit, sliding along over it as the comforter slipped down and crumpled at her feet. Jenny opened her eyes and had expected to see more of the video, but what she saw was even more surprising.

Her father standing at the door, the towel he’d used around his feet, his hard cock in hand.

Her lips made a soft ‘O’, with amazement. Her fantasies had never gotten down to flesh…it always ended as she came, which was far sooner than any clothes coming off. But as far as this went...her father was huge.

“Daddy?” Jenny asked, quickly pulling her hands from her shorts and sitting up.

“I..Um…I didn’t mean to. The movie was just on, I swear…”

 

[vin_26m]

The trance was broken, not when she said his name - he liked that part - but when she apologized.

He said, "It's okay, Jenny, I didn't mean to, you were just here, and..."

They laughed - his apology was just like hers, his reaction to the video was just like hers, his reaction to loser now ex-boyfriend was just like hers. Laughing really broke the tension of the awkward moment.

They realized he was still stroking his cock as her hands wandered back to her shorts, and they laughed some more.

He picked up the towel and put it around him. A huge tent formed. More laughter

After they stopped, he said, "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I don't know what to say... Do you still want to watch a movie together?

 

[MadMissJ]

Jenny could have said anything at that moment. The moment where her father was standing there naked in front of her, his hand running the length of his hard cock, she’d stuttered out an apology so had her father. But the teen had the feeling that neither of them had really wanted to stop…or was really apologetic.

She smiled as her father picked up his towel, the cotton doing nothing for hiding the raging hard on. He gave her the weak option of watching a movie still, Jenny pushed herself up against the pillows further and gave him a nod.

“We um…we could still watch this…” Did those words just come out of her mouth? That they could watch the movie of ‘Jenny’ and her ‘Daddy’? Jenny was tempted to take it back, tell him that she’d been joking, but her night had been so horrible, she wanted to be held by her father…wanted him to stroke her hair, tell her that she was special to him…

She wanted to be his little girl…but there was the struggle of wanting to be his grown woman too.

“Daddy…” Her pretty pink lips said the word as he started forward toward the bed; she leaned back into his pillows, with a smile up at him.

“I’m sorry I was a naughty girl, tonight. I know you wanted me to stay at the dance...but I missed you...I needed you...I need you now.” Finally, a little bit of truth dripped from that luscious mouth.

 

[vin_26m]

The towel fell off again as he put his hands on the edge of the bed, then his knees, crawling into bed with her.

"It's okay, sweetheart," he said to her, both accepting her apology and reassuring her everything was okay. Kneeling in front of her, he put his hands on her ankles and moved then up her shins to her knees. Those big strong hands she was touching in the car were now touching her in return. Her feet were together between his legs, his balls resting on her painted toes as his cock pointed between her legs right at the wet spot forming in her cotton shorts.

He leaned forward and kissed her knees, moving his hands down her thighs to her pink camo shorts. His palms got to her hip bones, his fingers curling around her sides toward her bottom and his thumbed pointed toward her pussy. His hands went up her sides to her ribs, right under breasts, slipping inside her snug tank top.

He lifted her knees up to let her feet open wide. He pulled her hips forward, kneeling between her legs as she lay on her back, then crawled on top of her, his cock hanging down a bit and bumping between her legs against her shorts.

Right before he kissed her mouth, he whispered, "I love you, sweetheart."

 

[MadMissJ]

Jenny watched with keen interest as her father went to kneel on the bed at her feet. She’d never been this close to a naked man before, and never once had she felt her own father’s strong hands run their way up her legs like they were now. His lips caressed her soft skin, first at her knees, where he used to tickle her as a child, then starting up her thighs.

Her breath quickened as he slipped his hands inside her shirt, already the ache had begun at the juncture of her thighs, his work roughened hands slid along her ribs, causing her breath to catch in her throat.

It was the way his shaft snuggled itself up against her shorts, or how his thick shoulders loomed over her, while his hands were just short of cupping her breasts…maybe it was the way he told her he loved her as he took her lips in a kiss, that she tried to return with as much enthusiasm as she’d shown anything else he’d shown her through the years.

“I love you too, Daddy.” Jenny whispered, separating for just a moment before her lips met with his again, running her tongue tentatively along his lip, braving a tango with his, opening her legs and her mouth for his comfort and attention.

Her hands were on his back now, massaging those hard muscles of his shoulders, running along his back. Trying to follow the lean cords of sinew along his spine toward his lower back. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of the feel of him…

“Daddy…” She panted against his lips.

“I’m so hot…”

 

[vin_26m]

"Okay, sweetheart," he whispered back, "Daddy can take care of that."

He held her torso in his strong arms and lifted her forward off the pillows she was laying back on, then pulled her pink camo tank top up and off her chest. He helped her lean back down, then cupped her bottom and lifted her hips, pulling off those tight pink camo shorts. The only thing she was still wearing were pink camo cotton panties.

He looked up and down her hot little body. She was the sexiest, most beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes and lips on. She turned him on so much. The fact that she was his daughter just turned him on more.

He pressed her cock along the groove of her pussy. Her juices outlined her slit through the wet panties, showing how much he turned her on. He was stiff as a board for her as well.

He leaned forward over her again and asked her as he caressed her face, "Is that better, sweetheart? Are you still feeling hot?" Then he kissed her again and again, working his way down her body.

 

[MadMissJ]

Her breasts tumbled out of the top he pulled over her head, bouncing into her father’s view, their pretty pink nipples already hard and welcoming, begging for his attention. As her father cupped her backside to remove her shorts, flinging them away and leaving her open for his viewing, in just a small pair of panties that barely covered her shaved sex, she smiled. He would take his time with her, his voice, so familiar asked her if she was still hot.

Any answer she would have given was smothered beneath his lips and the way her hips arched against his cock when it pressed it against her. Already her hands were reaching between them, trailing from his chest to his stomach and lower.

“Daddy?” Her voice was small, but so sure of itself. Like she knew the way it would ring in his ears, drive him mad with lust for her. More than that, she wanted to feel his bare skin against hers, have her father not only bump up against her cotton barrier, but against her slick wetness.

“I want to take off my panties…I want you to take them off, please.” Jenny asked with all the manners he'd instilled in her.

 

[vin_26m]

He felt her hands caressing his chest, her nails scratching him lightly. It was exactly like he loved to be touched, and she just knew what to do without being shown or told, as if they were meant for each other.

He was going to explore every inch of her body and savor every moment of it, but she seemed particularly riled up. When she asked him to take off her panties, the final piece of fabric separating her pussy from the cock that made her, he thought about saying no, about making her wait.

Then he changed his mind.

"Okay, sweetheart," he whispered to her, "It's your special night. We'll do whatever you want."

He leaned back and put her ankles on his shoulders, kissing her calves as his hands went along her legs to her hips. He lifted up her hips and pulled her panties off her ass, then slowly brought them up her legs and off her feet. They were both naked now, his cock laying on her slit as her legs went out to the sides.

He moved back over her. "What else do you want to do, sweetheart? What else would like for Daddy to do? Daddy's here for you. Tell Daddy what you want."

It was strange yet somehow natural to refer to himself as "Daddy." Maybe it was because this was all about her, and he had to describe himself with her as the center of attention, from her point of view and not his. There was no "me," just "Daddy."

While she thought of answers to his questions he moved his cock up and down her pussy. He was so hard and his cock was aching. He really had to feel something of hers on it. Maybe she was feeling the same aching and need.

He took her soft little hands, which touched his hands in the car, and made her wrap them around his shaft. She held it with both hands and couldn't completely cover his length. Without touching the base of his dick, his cockhead still popped out. Her fingers were unable to meet her thumbs around his girth.

He watched her face while she stroked it and realized his size, seeing the expressions of fear and surprise and delight.

"Oh, that feels good, baby. You make Daddy feel so good."

 

[MadMissJ]

Her face thrashed from side to side on his pillow as he ran his cock over her wetness. Her Daddy felt so good, slipping along her length, hitting her clit and diving right passed it. She couldn’t think, she just wanted him to continue what he was doing, her breathing was slow and shallow, not wanting to ruin the moment with even the smallest of noises.

Then her father took her hands and brought them down to his cock, wrapping them around it, between her own legs. At first he’d helped her, like he’d helped her with anything else. The first time she’d rode a bike, homework…stroking a cock. Her eyes widened with pleasure and she smiled up at him.

She’d touched so much of his skin, with their small hugs, massaging his back when it was sore…but this was new.

And Jenny liked it.

“Daddy, you feel so big.” The words were on her lips, her mouth parted with delighted surprise.

“And I love to make you feel good Daddy, I love you.” The blond squeezed and stroked, just like her father had shown her.

“I need you to touch me too.” It was strange to ask her father, not knowing exactly how she wanted to be touched, all she knew was that deep within her there was a dull pounding with each beat of her heart, and each stroke she rubbed her own pelvis along her hands, not unlike her father had done with his hard shaft, wetting the back of her fingers with her own juices.

There were so many things she wanted to do with her Daddy, first and foremost, was for him to ease the restlessness that was slowly building within her.

 

[vin_26m]

He loved watching her reactions to every little thing he did. If she was going this wild with his cock on top of her hot little pussy, she was going to really go crazy when he got inside her.

He wanted her to feel his cock with other parts of her too, starting with those talented hands. He thought about her hands gripping the handles of her bicycle. He rested his palm on the back of her bicycle seat, her warm little buns crushing his thumb. He thought about her hands holding a pencil pressed up to her lips as she bit them while she was concentrating. And now her sweet hands were around his cock while she licked her lips.

"Daddy, you feel so big".

"Thank you, sweetheart."

"And I love to make you feel good Daddy, I love you."

He almost cried right there, but he contained himself. "Daddy loves you too, sweetheart."

"I need you to touch me too."

"Yes, Jenny, anything for you."

He put his hands on her inner thighs, spreading them wide, squeezing her flesh, stroking his thumbs along the groove between her inner thigh and her pussy. He moves his hands closer together, this time rubbing her swollen outer lips. He looked down to watch her stroking his cock while he played with her pussy.

They looked at each other and smiled, then looked down between them.

He licked his fingers and parted her pussy lips, stroking her pink flesh slowly and gently.

"These... these are you inner pussy lips, Jenny." He moved his finger down to her hole. "This is your pussy entrance." He teased it a little bit then moved up to her clit. "And this is your clit."

He made a mental note of all the little reactions she had. For some reason he had to explain things to her, as if to make up for his first clueless time.

He guided her hands on him, making her touch his body parts as he named them. "This is my cockhead, Jenny. This is my shaft. And these are my balls."

He wanted to make sure she knew all the names.

"What's this, Jenny? And what's this, Jenny? Oh, that feels good, Jenny. What part of you am I touching now? Very good, Jenny. And what part is this? Oh, fuck, Jenny, you make Daddy feel so good."

 

[MadMissJ]

Her Daddy was good at everything he did. With his little girl he could do no wrong. He was her hero, her mentor and as he stroked her pussy with his fingers, their budding romance also made him her lover.

She listened carefully as he talked, and though she’d taken health class, the names as he said them, touching each intimate part of her made it that much more intense. The words on his lips for any other teen would have been embarrassing, but she spread her legs wide for her father, encouraging him to continue with his lesson with each little shifting of her hips.

Then he started asking her questions, the more excited she got, the quicker her strokes against him were. When his thumb played over her clit, Jenny almost jumped off the bed, actually squealing with the sudden pleasure of it. It had been so unexpected, nothing like when she touched herself. Somehow the surprise of not knowing where he would touch her next heightened it.

But little Jenny had a few tricks of her own.

She pulled away from her father, flipping over onto her belly, wiggling across the covers on her stomach to place her face up against his thighs while he knelt, working her hands up toward his hips, pulling her face toward his cock while she parted her lips.

“Daddy, I want to suck it, I want to taste your cock.” She murmured, just like the ‘Jenny’ on his video. She pulled her knees up under her, angling her head downward as her tongue slowly licked him, from base to tip.

Right before she sheathed in inside her moist mouth.

 

[vin_26m]

He couldn't believe how fast she moved. One second he was touching her while she lay back leisurely, the next second she was on all fours licking and sucking his cock like an eager expert, barely giving him any warning with the words saying what she wanted to do, and what she wanted to do it to.

"Daddy, I want to suck it, I want to taste your cock.”

He looked over at the big TV, the scene paused with "Jenny" taking "Daddy's" dick in her sweet mouth. But it wasn't the TV talking. It was his daughter, the real Jenny, saying the words to the real Daddy with more conviction than any award winning actress could.

"Oh my god, Jenny. One second, sweetheart."

He took her hand off his cock and held it, guiding her to take the same kneeling position in a different location on the big bed. This time, it was Daddy laying on his back. This time, it was Jenny on her knees between his legs.

"Okay, Jenny, suck Daddy's cock all you want."

He watched her do her thing. She was good. Really good. All those lollipops, ice cream cones, and popsicles she loved eating proved to be great training.

This time, it was Daddy thrashing his head from side to side.

"Gonna stay hard for you, Jenny," he said out loud, more to himself even though he was addressing her. "Gonna stay hard for you as long as you need Daddy to."

His arms stretched out to the sides, balling up the sheets, trying to stay under control. He groaned when he couldn't bite his bottom lip to hold it in.

"Oh, Jenny, that's so good, you're doing so good. Don't stop. Please don't stop sucking Daddy's cock."

He looked down at her sometimes, watching her work her magic, sometimes opening her eyes to look at him with his cock in her mouth, or with her tongue sliding up and down the shaft and around the head, or with his balls getting sucked.

Once in a while, he just twitched, thrusting his hips up a bit involuntarily.

Daddy felt like he went to heaven.

He wondered how much more of this she wanted, what she wanted next. One thing was for sure, he would give his sweet little angel everything he had.

 

[MadMissJ]

He liked it. She could tell as her head bobbed up and down on his pole. Her father was enjoying her attentions. Jenny felt like he’d given her a gold star, only now it was the way he twisted his large hands in the blankets that had been between her legs, the way his voice was husky and the way he groaned and the noise rang in her ears and made her pussy contract.

Jenny slurped and sucked, doing just as her Daddy bid, not stopping her noisy job. But just when he was starting to thrust his hips up toward her, Jenny removed her pink puffy lips from it, leaning forward to brace herself on his chest, grinding herself against her father’s thick shaft, only this time, the pace at which he slid across her slit was hers.

“Daddy?” She panted above him, her pretty lips that had been around him, pressing kisses against his chest and shoulders.

“Do you like this Daddy?” The blond wanted to please him, but more, she wanted to give him exactly what he’d seen in that video…

She changed positions yet again, this time turning so her ripe ass was just at his shoulders, legs positioning themselves under his arms, Jenny was open and waiting for his attentions, while her mouth was poised yet again at his cock head.

“Daddy, can you please touch me like before?” She breathed over his warm head, her lips brushed against the hard flesh as she talked. A tongue flicked out to taste the warm bead of pre-cum, purring.

“Um…Yummy Daddy.” She giggled, reaching down to cup his balls, pulling his manhood back up toward her face.

“Do I taste yummy too?”

 

[vin_26m]

He listened to the symphony of sounds that came from her mouth playing his cock. All the slurps, all the suction, all the deep breaths in and out, every "mmm," "ooh," and "ahh."

Just as she suddenly started sucking him, she quickly climbed onto his hips and started letting her pussy kiss his cock up and down the shaft. She supported herself with her hands on his shoulders and chest as she worked her slit on his dick, trying all different kinds of motions and angles, having a hard time deciding to continue working one movement or to try a different one.

"Daddy?"

He smiled when he heard her voice.

"Yes, Jenny?"

"Do you like this Daddy?"

He rans his hands up and down her back while she kissed him where her hands just were. "Oh, I love this, sweetheart, I love this so much."

He started to realize why all this felt so familiar in addition to feeling so good. Jenny was copying the action of the video! He didn't know how to react to that bit of knowledge. How did she find it? How did she react when she saw it? How many times had she seen it? What was she thinking of when she watched it?

All of a sudden, her pussy was in his face, upside down.

"Daddy, can you please touch me like before?"

She was always so nice and polite, even when her mouth was pressed up against his cock, speaking into it like a microphone.

"Like this, sweetheart?" He touched her inner folds, her entrance and her clit, this time with his tongue instead of his fingers like before.

He reached around her body and held her, running his hands along her back to her shoulders and her ass. She got some pre-cum off the tip, and milked his cock with her hands and sucked the cockhead to pull out some more.

"Um…Yummy Daddy. Do I taste yummy too?"

Daddy came up for air for a moment. "Delicious, Jenny. You taste delicious." He dived back in.

He thought about the following scene of the DVD. Even though he was enjoying what was going on, he couldn't wait for Jenny to start the next part.

 

[MadMissJ]

She’d never once believed that her body could feel as sensitive and on fire as it did now. Jenny had such a hard time concentrating on Daddy, because her sweet Daddy’s lips and tongue were driving her to distraction. Each little gasp was around his cock, each moan vibrated against his hard flesh as she sucked and licked and handled him. She’d never known how slippery she was, but she felt his tongue stab at her entrance and her eyes slitted with pleasure.

“Ahh…Daddy…I love that...” Jenny mimicked the video yet again, not because she was well practiced, but because those were the only words that came to mind when he was driving her crazy.

She shifted her hips a little pulling up from his face even more to give her Daddy more breathing room, when she leaned back her lips leaving his cock and being replaced with her hand.

Just like ‘Jenny’, Ron’s daughter placed her pretty pink pussy over his face, sitting there as dutifully, taking the most pleasurable ‘time out’ she’d ever been given.

She had to think not to grind herself too hard against him, they were in a precarious position of her father eating her from below, but that didn’t halt her enjoyment of sitting above his face. He had a magic tongue, pulling out little moans and cries from her, her hands braced on his chest, dug in her nails as she hit the first spike of orgasm.

“Daddy! Daddy!” She chanted mindlessly, shuttering above him.

“Oh, your tongue on my pussy, I want it…I need it...” Jenny talked, probably more to herself than her father, the words were unclear at points where she was biting her lip against the feelings that washed over her, like waves on a beach.

Then she was crawling off him and down his body and legs, her well slicked slit peaking out between her legs as she presented him her ass.

“Daddy…” The smile for her father was just over her right shoulder, she looked in the pink of health, a certain glow on her skin.

“Daddy will you put your cock in, please.” Jenny made a show of spreading her legs farther apart, one hand reaching behind her running over her ass and down to her pussy, spreading those lips so he would see exactly where she wanted him.

 

[vin_26m]

"Ahh... Daddy... I love that..."

Even with her creamy thighs in the way, he knew for sure which Jenny was saying the words he has heard so many times coming from a porn star's mouth - *his* Jenny, his baby girl, his little sweetheart.

He felt her pulling away, which gave him a chance to take a breath and take a look at her perfect pussy, but he grabbed her ass, spread her wide and backed her up until he was smothered in her sex again. He felt her nectar covering his face, but he still wanted to drink more.

Another bonus to the break in her oral action was that it gave his cock a chance to recover from the onslaught of her talented lips and tongue. He seemed to win the battle of who was going to make who cum first. He was going to eat her forever, but then he felt her painted nails digging into his skin and heard her screaming his name, as if she wanted him to stop because it was too much, but he knew what she really needed and provided it. He licked her harder and faster, and then her moaning and movement took on a different feel as she came right on his face.

He leaned back and smiled, licking his lips to get every last drop of her. He watched her crawl away, which just made him want to crawl after her. She looked over his shoulder at him.

"Daddy..."

He loved this part of the dirty movie. He was already getting on all fours in anticipation of it.

"Daddy will you put your cock in, please."

He got in position behind her, stroking his cock up and down her juicy bald slit. His hand went up her back and grabbed her hair, making her face forward into the mirror next to the TV in front of his bed. They looked into the eyes of each others' reflection.

"Where, Jenny? Where would you like Daddy to put his cock in, sweetheart?"

He knew where she wanted it, he just wanted her to say it. He loved hearing her voice with her requests and reactions. He loved hearing all the dirty words come of her mouth before he would cum inside it or her other holes.

He remembered his prom night, how he got Jenny's mom to get on all fours for her first time, also. That was the night they made Jenny. Maybe that's why Jenny wanted it the same way. Or maybe this was just another example of how "like daddy, like daughter" applied to Jenny and him.

He thought about how we was going to take her. Once he slipped his cockhead into her entrance, he was going to whisper to her to take it slow, to take her time, to enjoy the feeling of Daddy's cock opening up her tight juicy pussy, that Daddy wasn't going anywhere, that Daddy was here for his baby, just like he always has been. He was doing to fuck his own daugther, and she was going to love every second and every inch of it while his strong hands roamed her hot little body until she came again, this time on his cock.