“DADDY!!!”
I shot out of bed like I’d been blasted from a cannon.
“DADDY!!!”
Something was wrong. Very wrong. I grabbed my shorts and in one jump had them covering my ass while I ran toward my daughter’s screams.
“WHERE ARE YOU, JESSICA?!” I yelled as I frantically scrambled around the house.
“Outside! Under the deck! Hurry!”
I didn’t even think as I sprang toward the back door. It looked open, but the screen was shut. Not much of it was left after I broke through it, tearing a big hole in the mesh and snapping a few sections of the frame.
I got to the deck and, to my horror, saw my 21-year-old daughter hanging from the upper deck, half-naked from the waist down. It was hard not to look at her young virgin pussy as I tried to figure out what had happened.
“I’m going to fall. I can’t hold on.”
I stopped underneath her just in time as she let go of the upper deck. She screamed, not knowing where I was, and then felt herself falling. All she could think about was how hard she was going to hit the patio and how her legs would break.
To her surprise, she never made it to the ground. Trembling, she looked up to see her father’s handsome face. He had caught her and was holding her in his arms.
“What the hell were you doing, girl?”
As soon as those words came out of my mouth, I remembered. She was still naked from the waist down. My hands—her father’s hands—were holding her strong, smooth legs and her young, perky ass. I felt my face turn red in an instant. Standing her up, I grabbed a towel from a nearby chair and covered her up.
“Well!” I yelled. “Do you realize how close you came to seriously hurting yourself, young lady?”
My anger quickly kicked in at how foolish she’d been.
“Daddy, please calm down. I’m sorry.”
Jessica took a seat in the pool chair as I stood there, glaring at her.
“Okay, look. Hunter and Robin have been jumping from your deck to the pool for a long time now. It looked so fun. Back flips, cannonballs, you name it. I just wanted to try.”
She looked so innocent. Suddenly I remembered her mother. Before Jessica was born, her mother, Lynn, had told me how it would be to have a daughter—her puppy-dog looks, her cute, innocent face. It was difficult for me not to smile. Lynn was right. My daughter could get away with anything.
“Okay. Let me get this straight.” I crouched in front of her, trying not to look so angry. “You got onto my deck, climbed over the rails, and couldn’t do it, could you?”
My smile broke through. I had to look down so she wouldn’t see.
“No, Daddy. I got scared. It looks a lot higher from up there.”
I was looking at her feet. So cute. She had her toenails painted. Lynn had taken her to get her first pedicure for her 21st birthday last week. Looking up, my eyes locked onto her young, firm legs—tanned, toned. They were beautiful. No mistaking who her mother was.
I continued my gaze up her luscious legs until I got to her knees. They were slightly apart, and then it hit me. Her pussy was directly in front of my face. Sitting down had caused the towel to ride up a bit, and I don’t think she knew. It was clear that Dad’s little girl shaved her pussy. My god, it looked so good. I could feel the blood surge to my cock, and before I knew it, I was having to shift my body so Jessica wouldn’t see.
“And, uh… you’re half-naked why?” I croaked. Trying to regain my composure, I looked up onto the deck from where she fell.
“Well… when I tried to climb back over, I slipped. That’s why I was hanging there. As I slipped, my bottoms ripped off me. They’re right there.”
She pointed straight up. Yep, there they were—a pair of pink bikini bottoms caught on a nail and torn in half.
“Ouch,” I said. “Talk about the ultimate atomic wedgie. You okay?”
Jessica laughed. She always loved how her daddy made her laugh. It could be the worst day ever and he would say some off-the-wall thing and make everything better. She loved her daddy so much. Looking at him now, she could see how easy it was for her mother to fall in love with him.
She shifted her weight, trying to get more comfortable.
“Ow, shit!” she yelled as she stood up. The shock of falling was going away, and she could now feel the pain in her side. It burned. Bad. And it felt like her ass had been shredded.
“You okay?” The thoughts of my daughter’s pussy quickly faded from my mind as I realized she was indeed hurt.
“Umm, Daddy. I know you want to talk and tell me how dumb this was, but I need to go see how bad this is.”
“Okay, hun. Let’s get you inside.”
Jessica took a step forward and nearly collapsed. Tears swelled in her young, innocent eyes and she began to cry.
“It hurts to walk, Daddy. What did I do?”
“Let me carry you, hun. Let’s go take a look.”
I picked her up, being careful not to hurt her, and carried her to her room. I laid her down on her bed and went to get the med kit.
“Umm… Mom’s going to be home soon, I think. Would you like to wait?”
I was nervous. I knew that if I was going to treat her, the towel would have to come off.
“No, Daddy. You already saw me while I was hanging there. I feel safe with you doing this anyway. Mom doesn’t take pain very well.”
I had to laugh. She was right.
Slowly and gently, I removed the towel that covered my daughter’s firm ass—the ass I had held in my hands just a few minutes ago.
“Wow.”
It was all I could say. A section of her thigh, about as big as my hand, was rubbed raw. I moved closer and could see six or seven splinters lodged in her right ass cheek. A red line was forming from where her bottoms had been pulled from her body.
“Jessica,” I said with some concern. “We’re both adults here. I know I’m your father, but I’m going to have to touch your legs and move them. You have a couple of splinters I need to get out of you. Okay?”
“Define a couple, Dad.”
“Six or seven.”
“That’s not a couple! Oh my god! Okay, okay. Just do what you need to do.”
“Alright, hun. Here we go.”
I reached into the med kit and pulled out the tweezers. Kneeling beside her bed, I leaned in close to get a better look at what I needed to do. With my left hand, I grabbed her right thigh, just under her ass, and pulled down, making her skin taut. I began to work one of the splinters from my daughter’s body. As I did, I had to keep moving my left hand to work her skin this way and that.
See, I love to do this type of stuff. To dig and pick. Lynn and I do it all the time. Usually I have her pussy in front of me, plucking out any ingrown hairs that may have developed. I remembered loving the smell of her mom’s pussy, inches from my face as I did my work. The memory seemed so real. I could smell Lynn’s pussy right now.
Then… it hit me. That wasn’t Lynn’s pussy. It was Jessica’s. I had gotten so lost in thought and in digging for splinters that I didn’t even notice how close to her young fuck-hole I actually was.
My cock began to harden, growing stiff with every second. My shorts were no match for my ever-growing member. Hell, they were only to sleep in, and it was all I had on when I woke up. I glanced down and saw the fat head of my 7-inch cock peek out of the leg of my shorts.
Oh fuck… please don’t look.
I finished digging out the splinters in a hurry. I had some lotion that would take the sting away and poured it into my hands, rubbing it gently to warm it a bit. Gently, I began massaging my daughter’s firm ass. As I did this, I could hear her breathing shorten. Soft moans escaped from her mouth. I poured on more lotion and began to rub her ass again.
As time passed since the fall, the damage from the scrape and the tearing of her bottoms from her body became more noticeable. Not only was there a red line—you could follow that line from her hip, across her cheek, and continuing between her thighs.
I began thinking of my daughter’s young pussy again. How it looked as she sat in front of me outside. The way it smelled as I removed the splinters. I wanted her pussy so bad. I knew it was wrong. This was my daughter, for Christ’s sake! But my body ignored my thoughts of guilt. My cock was straining to get out. The head not only had popped out of the leg of my shorts, but there was a string of pre-cum that led from the tip of my cock to a small puddle on the floor.
“Dear god,” I thought to myself, “how am I going to explain this to her?”
I realized then that it was time for me to leave. I finished my work on her delicious ass and cleaned up my mess. Placing the towel back, I left my daughter lying on her tummy, assuming she had gone to sleep.
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“Is this really happening?” I asked myself.
There I was, face down in my pillow with my naked butt exposed to my father. I knew he wanted to help. Actually, I was glad it was him. Daddy always made me feel safe. Made me feel more like a woman than his daughter.
I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal. I mean, it was just my dad, pulling out some splinters from my ass. However, when he first touched me—when his hand began to wrap around my upper thigh just underneath my ass—I could have fainted. His touch sent more electric shocks through my young body than the dildo my mother gave me ever had.
She said it was to keep my urges in check. Some birthday present, huh? At first I didn’t know what she meant. Then she told me where it went. That’s when I understood what she meant. I took my own cherry the very first night I had it. I would lie in bed, waiting for my parents to shut the door. Then I’d fuck myself while listening to my mother scream through her orgasms. Daddy must be good. I have never seen that woman without a smile on her face. Plus, I know he has a nice cock.
This afternoon was a complete disaster. I don’t think my pussy could get any wetter. Mother had gone out to go shopping or something, and Daddy said he was going to take a nap. We’re all pretty good about respecting everyone’s privacy here. I guess that’s why Daddy thought it would be okay to sleep naked.
I wasn’t meaning to just walk in on him like that. I was getting ready to go to the lake, my new bathing suit clinging to my tight young body. I needed a brush and went to borrow Mom’s. Yet as I walked in the door, there lay my daddy. His soft cock just slumped to one side. His heavy balls just sitting there.
At first, I started to walk away. Then I felt a tickle in my pussy. I had never seen a cock before—not in real life, at least. I had seen my daddy’s magazines. Guys his age fucking, sucking, and getting blown by young women. I didn’t know what turned me on the most: the men, the sex, or… the women. I loved staring at their tits. So perky. Like mine. I wondered if Daddy ever looked at me this way—just another hot young woman in his magazine.
I laid my back against the wall and slowly tucked my left hand under my pink bikini bottoms, lightly tracing my finger up and down my slit. The whole time, I don’t think my eyes ever left his cock. He was completely without hair! It looked so bald and smooth. I wanted to know what it felt like. What it tasted like.
Fingers still rubbing my pussy, I began to walk toward my father. He was dead asleep, even snoring a little bit. I was getting pretty worked up and felt like I was going to cum soon.
“SLAM!!!”
I could have died right there. MOM WAS HOME!!! Here I am, fingering myself while staring at Daddy. Now Mom is home and there is no way out.
That’s when it hit me… THE PATIO!
Quietly I ran past my father and went outside. I climbed over the railing but slipped. How stupid was that getaway?
Thinking of my daddy’s cock, along with the touch of his hands, was driving me nuts. My pussy felt like it was on fire! I saw something out of the corner of my eye. Just barely, I glanced over.
IT WAS HIS COCK!!!
My father was sitting next to me, rubbing my ass, and it was turning him on! His cock looked so good. Looking more closely, I saw what I guessed would be precum dripping from his cock to a somewhat large puddle on the floor. God, how I wanted to taste that!
Then Daddy rubbed one spot on my ass and god, did it feel so good! I let out a soft moan. Then it hit me. “Have I been moving and moaning this whole time?”
All of a sudden, Dad said he was done. It was good—just some small scratches. He got up in a hurry, placed the towel back on my ass, and left.
I lay there in a lust-filled trance. My father, the man who I was spying on just minutes ago, had rubbed my ass and made me so horny. I rolled onto my back, dropped the towel, and gently began running my hands up and down my body. I took off my top and squeezed my tits. My nipples were already rock hard, and I pinched them gently, sending powerful pulses straight to my clit.
I looked over at the puddle of precum my father had left. Reaching out, I scooped up some of it onto my finger. Rubbing them gently together, I wondered what it tasted like. I knew it was wrong, but who would know?
Inserting two fingers into my pussy, I brought my father’s juices to my young, eager lips. I spread the sweetness of my father’s cock across my lips and then sucked my fingers into my mouth. I never tasted something so good. I was so jealous of my mother. She can suck and taste my father whenever she wants.
I began pumping my pussy faster. I could feel my orgasm begin to build deep inside my pussy. I continued sucking my fingers, wishing it was Daddy’s big hard cock instead. I gathered the last of it and rubbed it into my pussy. Driving my young virgin body over the edge, I couldn’t help myself.
“Yes, Daddy. Fuck your daughter’s tight pussy!”
I opened my eyes. I came so hard I was crying. I wiped away my tears—and then my heart stopped.
Right there. In the doorway. My father staring at me. Mouth open, his pants bulging. If I didn’t know any better, I would say he was as speechless as I was.
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