6 comments/ 115691 views/ 12 favorites Jenni By: colej She was my sister, only she wasn't. We looked and acted like twins but she was six weeks older than me. When my step-dad's wife, (my Mother), left him and her son, (me) to chase a dream Dad made no effort to place me with her family. He had no family except for me so it became just us for a year. Several years later when I discovered he was not my real Dad it meant nothing to me. He was Dad. The only one I had ever known. My curiosity to learn about my real parents has been non existent. Nearly the same thing was happening to Mom and Jenni. Naomi's husband was killed in a car wreck leaving her with Jenni, his daughter from an earlier marriage. She had found Jenni's mother only to learn she was in jail. She had been convicted of murdering her drug dealer. Naomi wanted to keep Jenni out of her hands and simply never contacted her. Mom and Dad separately joined a support group of single parents and met there. They went out for coffee after the meeting and continued to do so. On the first Monday of each month the group had family nights and I met Jenni and Naomi. Dad told me I fell in love with both of them instantly. He did too. Six weeks later they decided to share a house and we became a normal family in which no one was related to anyone. We had four different last names. They decided not to get married and risk the scrutiny of child protective services.Their zeal has at times broken up happy homes. Jenni and I were three years old. I remember how right it was, Mom and Dad dearly loved each other and they loved us. That happiness lasted just eight years. We did not realize it at the time but Dad was twelve years older than Mom. He had a heart condition. He had a heart attack when Jenni and I were eight. He died from a second heart attack when Jenny and I were eleven. We were devastated and leaned heavily on each other. Jenni and I soon climbed into bed with Mom and the three of us slept together for about two months. I do not remember if any of us noted or cared that we were all nude. I do know that was where our lack of concern for clothing began. It took two years for me to realize it but eventually I understood that without Naomi I would be living in a foster home. The day after our high school graduation Naomi told Jenni and me every thing she knew of our real parents. We found the stories vaguely interesting. There was no chance for either Jenni or me to go off looking for them. We knew who are Mom was and we knew where to go visit Dad. We remained in a happy family mode that lasted to our second year of college. At age eighteen Jenni and I each had special friends and lost our virginity to them after the prom. We stayed with those partners until they went away to colleges out of state.Jenni and her boyfriend and my girlfriend and I fucked a lot that summer and several of them happened in our home. Mom was OK with that. All four of us knew the fucks would end with the summer. Mom was a blondish, short hair, dynamo of a woman. She was short and and wore glasses at home and contacts at work. To me her tits and ass were spectacular but she had decided not to show them off and covered them with layers of clothing. I adored her. She was a college professor and was eligible for tuition rate discounts for us at our local college so Jenny and I enrolled there and lived at home. I was a baseball player and my college coach had yet to learn my name, I was simply number nine. I was a starter and played every game but he was not all that interested in names. I was a good second baseman and made the varsity as a freshman but knew I would never become a pro. I was about two inches taller than Jenni, blonde hair, and blue eyes. Jenni was a blonde with big blue eyes and a great smile. Although she was not bubbly she seemed to be in a good mood all of the time. Jenni was somewhat tall and lanky, a slim body with B cup tits. I adored her. I have no idea why she chose cross-country running as her sport but she was good at it. At our high school she was our number one and the college coach seemed to be ecstatic to have her. Three semesters into our college life Jenni landed wrong after jumping a stream during a meet and hurt her back. It happened at a portion of the course we could not see but I knew something was wrong when she reappeared. Her smooth effortless stride seemed forced. She finished the race of course and came in third but she had to work hard to convince her coach and her teammates that she was OK. But by the time she got to me she was in great pain. We shared a used Corolla and I had to help her get into the car and pretty much carry her to her room after we got home. I took off her clothes and helped her into the shower then went to my room and undressed. I wrapped a towel around my waist and returned to our shared bathroom. She was crying. I had not seen her cry since Dad died and it unnerved me. I took the towel off and walked into the shower with her. In answer to my question she pointed at a spot between her kidneys and I ran my fingers gently over it. She flinched. I got in position behind her and began mostly caressing the knot of very warm tissue under her skin. It took ten minutes before I could apply any pressure to the spot and begin a gentle massage. She put both of her hands on the wall and leaned forward so I could work on the spot freely. That brought her ass into contact with my cock. We had as a family been loose with our attire in the house. Seeing each other go from room to room naked was common. Mom and Jenni were in the kitchen often wearing only panties. They both had delicious looking tits and firm assess but I had never gotten an erection for either. I was getting an erection now. As my cock slid up between her legs I heard her moan and I began to back away. She told me not to stop so I continued the massage as my cock wedged itself tightly between her thighs. She began to rock on it slowly, almost imperceptibly. She soon took one hand off the wall and placed it over her clitoral fold and began to masturbate. I began to gently stroke my cock between her thighs. We had each watched the other masturbate at times since neither of us ever closed our bedroom doors. Sometimes we each had paused long enough to watch the other cum. Mom had also seen us but had rarely paused to watch me. I had however seen her sitting on Jenni's bed as she masturbated. Now in the shower Jenni and I we were masturbating together. Jenni had an orgasm. I immediately had an orgasm and shot my cum between her legs onto the wall in front of her. I continued the massage as I kissed her back. Five minutes later my cock had mostly retreated and the lump on her back was much smaller. "I am much better, Thanks," she said as she turned to face me. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me as she pressed her pussy to my cock. Our kisses had become infrequent but they had always been lip to lip. That one was soul to soul with her hard nipples piercing my chest and her pussy kissing my cock. "I will leave the shower to you now," she said and kissed me again. I was in no hurry to end the kiss and neither was she. I caressed her ass and she moaned. She slid her hand down my body, gave my cock a squeeze and left me. I managed to finish my shower before the hot water was gone and put on boxer shorts before joining Jenni in the kitchen. We had supper to prepare. On Mondays and Wednesday we began our last class about the same time Mom was finishing her last class. Mom cooked dinner Mondays and Wednesdays. Tuesdays and Thursdays Jenni and I had only morning classes. On those two days we got home over three hours before Mom did. Jenni and I cooked dinner. On Fridays we went out to eat. It was Thursday. Jenni was wearing only panties in the kitchen and already had linguini in a pot of chicken broth. I took out sausage, garlic cloves, and pre-cooked chicken thighs and began to slice them. I added olives and capers and put all of them in a frying pan. Jenni threw some peas in with the linguini. She drained the pot and put the linguini and peas in a glass bowl then added two tablespoons of butter. My end was ready so I scooped them over the pasta. We covered dinner and put it in the warm oven then washed the pots and pans Our celebratory kiss was our best kiss ever, my cock was hard before it ended but Jenni did not back away. "How is your back?" "Sore but not crying in my beer sore." I ran my hand over the spot and noted that the lump was still there and the area was very warm. I turned her towards the table and began another massage. My cock was soon out of my boxers and sliding under her panties. She took one hand off the table and reached under her. I felt her move her panties aside and press my cock onto her pussy lips. A few minutes later I had extended my strokes and suddenly felt my cock slide into her pussy. We both groaned and stopped to enjoy the sensation. I took one slow stroke and continued the massage. Jenni sighed. I took two long strokes. We heard the garage door open. We separated and I got another delicious kiss before she said, "We will have to tell Mom about my back. If she finds out I got hurt and did not tell her she will bury me alive. But I think another massage like the last one would do the trick. Maybe two or three massages." We kissed again at the sound of the opening of the living room door and we set the table. Mom gave us exuberant kisses as usual before she went to her room to undress. She may have glanced at my still hard cock. She may have noticed that Jenni's panties were askew. She did not notice the grimace in Jenni's face exacted by thir hug. As Mom went into her bedroom Jenni sat on the table and spread her legs and guided my cock into her pussy as she gave me a voracious kiss. I took about five long and slow strokes before she again flinched in pain so we separated and resumed our tasks. We both were apparently unconcerned that Mom could have walked in on us as we fucked. By the time Mom returned wearing only a t-shirt we had dinner served. We chatted about our day but I waited for Jenni to tell her she was hurt. That turned out to be unnecessary as a shot of intense pain overwhelmed Jenni when she stood to put away her dish. Mom leaped up and asked where did it hurt. Jenni was gritting her teeth so I told Mom that Jenny had hurt herself at the meet and had a lump on her lower back. I further suggested that a massage would be a good idea. Mom usually took a shower after dinner so I added that it would be best if the massage happened under hot water. I wanted Jenni to tell Mom about her previous massages. I expected Mom to take the news in stride. I wondered if Jenni would also tell her we were going to fuck. After cleaning up the kitchen I glanced into Mom's room and saw the bathroom door open so I went over and took a look. Jenni was leaning forward, both hands on the shower wall. Mom was massaging her back with one hand and masturbating Jenni with the other. I was not surprised; I had suspected they had been having sex for a while. I watched for a few moments then went to my room, took my shorts off and tried to masturbate. After a somewhat disappointing session, (I did not get a happy ending), I got on my computer. I had forgotten about the non-event by the time I had read my second e-mail. More than thirty minutes later I had replied to all of my e-mails most of which were inquiries about Jenni's condition. Mom walked into my room. She was as nude as I was. "Thanks for helping Jenni. And by the way, she is on the pill," Mom said. Jenni had told her we were going to fuck. Mom saw my cock rise and added, "But not tonight. Give her back strain a chance to heal. Mom kept her eye on my cock. My cock noticed and continued to harden. I suddenly wanted Mom nearly much as I wanted Jenni. "Are you on the pill?" I asked her. Her eyes widened at the question as they focused on my dick. She understood my cock was hardening for her. She gave my cock a squeeze and she moaned when I ran my tongue over a nipple. She kissed me passionately and walked out of my room. We understood we were going to fuck too. The three of us stayed nude the rest of the day and the sexual tension in the house was thick that night. I gave both long kisses and allowed each to feel my erection during our embrace. Each enjoyed the kisses and my cocks' salute to their pussies. Mom saw my cock slide between Jenni's legs as I gave her a massage in the den. Although my cock was sliding between her thighs there was no insertion and no masturbation. Jenni was in pain. Mom was watching TV as she sat in front of us. When there was a commercial break she turned to face Jenni and I saw Mom slide her hand over Jenni's tits as they kissed. No one was hiding anything from the others. We agreed that Jenni would stay home on Friday. We set her up with a heat pad and an ice chest full of drinks and snacks. I would be home at noon. Jenni was in the shower when I got home. I joined her and again massaged her back as my cock gently slid into her pussy. She got carried away with the fuck and hurt her back again. I kept my cock in her pussy and as soon as I had her back calmed I whispered, "Don't move" and masturbated her as my cock separated her pussy lips. Mom was watching us. I slid back away from Jenni slowly enough for Mom to see where my cock was and stepped out. I took Mom's hand and pulled her into the shower. Before taking over Jenni's massage Mom wrapped her arms around me and kissed me as she pressed her body to my cock. She then faced Jenni and put one hand on Jenni's back and one on Jenni's pussy. I molded myself to Mom's back and slid a hand to her pussy. Both women had orgasms quickly, which was a major disappointment to me since the hot water soon vanished keeping me from fucking Mom. We dried each other but remained naked. By mid afternoon both began squeezing my cock in the presence of the other. I was kissing all four tits. After a pizza dinner I finger fucked both to orgasms as I sucked their tits. Mom gave me a hand job. Jenni was somewhat better that next Saturday morning. I gave her a massage in the shower and I had again slid my cock into her pussy. She tried to fuck but again it hurt her back. I masturbated her and she gave me a handjob. After lunch Mom had finished washing pots and pans at the sink and I went to her and hugged her. I had one hand on a tit and the other at her pussy. I masturbated her to orgasm then sat her on the dining table, pulled her legs apart and slid my cock into her. I waited for a sign that she was ready for me to fuck her. She was perhaps concerned that Jenni was sitting at the table but Mom was not objecting to my cock in her pussy. I hugged and kissed her and took one slow stroke. She moaned as she wrapped her arms and legs around me. That was the sign I needed. I began a long, slow fuck. I increased my pace each time she moaned. Mom began having one orgasm after another. On her sixth or ninth I began filling her pussy with my cum and Mom had two more. We held on to each other as my cock slowly began its withdrawal. We kissed. I slid back and placed a chair in front of her. Jenni was already up and I helped her sit in it. I watched as she began to lick my cum out of Mom's pussy. Mom moaned and closed her eyes. I went to my room and did some homework. Nearly an hour later Mom came in and gave me a long kiss as she gripped my cock. She said, "After dinner try Jenny on the table again. I think if you hold her back steady she will cum." She kissed me again, leaned over and slurped my cock in her mouth then left. I could not concentrate after that so I put shorts and sneakers on and went to hand water our plants. Our townhouse had a patio and Mom had ten potted hibiscus all around it. I was sweaty when I came back in and went to the shower. Jenni came in and draped her body over my back and said, "I love you," and kissed my shoulder. "Mom said we have been in love with each other since we met. She said we would get married. She said we will be able to fuck after dinner. I am very much looking forward to that." I replied, "I have been in love with you since we met. We will be married. I am looking forward to our fuck." She kissed my shoulder again and slid her hand to my cock and caressed it. "Mom was gushing about how good a lover you are and that you will fuck her again even if she has to send me for pizza every day," Jenni said with a giggle. "Well, you know how I love pizza." Jenni gave me a huff and slapped my butt and left the shower. I was happy that the rest of my life had taken a definitely favorable shape There were heightened expectations during dinner. Both Mom and Jenni squeezed my already hard cock. As soon as Mom cleared the table Jenni sat on it with her arms and legs open for me. I hugged her to me as I slid my cock into her already very wet pussy. Mom came to me and placed my hands on either side of Jenni's injury and interlaced my fingers over it. "Keep that part of her still but don't press on the muscle. Do not pound her pussy like you did me." I understood and began to take long slow strokes. I had only been able to take five or six strokes before but I was soon past ten and Jenni was moaning. I began to put a bit more force into her while holding her back still and she had her first cum for me. I kept the same pace for about twenty minutes until I began to fill her pussy. As I slowly stopped Jenni had her sixth or ninth orgasm. I felt Moms hand on my ass so I kissed Jenni with as much love as I had for her, told her I loved her, and backed away. Mom slid a chair to the table and wrapped her arms around Jenni as she had shown me and began to eat my cum out of her pussy. Apparently the hold was something they discovered after lunch. I cleaned up the kitchen to the sound of a mouth eating pussy and moans of pleasure. As I finished I heard the chair move back and Mom get up. I went to assist Mom with Jenni but Jenni put her arms and legs around me and said, "Carry me." I wrapped my arms around Jenni and kissed her as she wrapped her legs around me. "My bed," I heard Mom say as I lifted Jenni off the table and slid my hands under her ass. My mostly dead cock settled under a very wet pussy, which produced a contented, sigh from Jenni. She kept the kiss going so I could not see well but Mom put her hands on my ass and steered me to her bedroom. We got Jenni onto her stomach without incident. Mom got a lotion off her nightstand, straddled Jenni's thighs and began to apply it to her back. Jenni let out a contented moan and was soon asleep. I helped Mom out of the bed and she put a folded towel over Jenni's back. She led me to the loveseat and sat on my lap. One long kiss later she said. "I have already told her this. You and Jenni can not marry until after you graduate. You will have jobs waiting in a town down the coast. I will too. They are opening a branch of our college and I will be transferred there. Nobody there knows we were once a family or a ménage a trois. In the meantime no PDA in public for any of us. In this town you are brother and sister and I am your Mom. You will both continue to call me Mom and you will both continue to fuck me often. You may spend the night in my bed or hers when you wish." Mom kissed me then slid off my lap. She turned on the TV and a lesbian movie came on. "By the way, except for you I am a lesbian. Except for you so is Jenni." As I assimilated that piece of news I realized I already knew that. Jenni never dated a guy since the one that took her virginity left for the university. Mom never dated but went out with girlfriends from the college. Jenni and Natsumi Especially because of the cock ring, my erection was almost painful, yet with my wrists secured with metal handcuffs behind the back of the chair, there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. Having two beautiful young friends sharing my erection did not help matters for me at all. I groaned softly as Jenni took me into her throat, laving me with her tongue. The expression of desire in her wide eyes attracted me like a moth to a light bulb at night. Her red-painted lips were stretched wide, truly creating an obscene picture as she held her position for several seconds before releasing me from her warm, wet sheath, the cool air which suddenly surrounded my saliva-coated manhood causing my arousal to throb visibly. Jenni shuffled away so that her adopted Asian sister Natsumi could take up the required position between my spread thighs. Natsumi's small hand wrapped around my meaty shaft, stroking me slowly as she looked up at me, smiling. "Does it hurt when I stroke you like this?" she taunted, her eyes narrowing wickedly. It did indeed hurt, although in a very good way, but not because of the action of her hand. I wanted – I needed – to spew my seed upon one or both of these two twenty-something beauties I was fortunate enough to call my neighbors. I wanted to see them bathed with streams of white, and see them slowly lick each other's faces clean or massage my natural lotion into each other's skin. As Natsumi continued to stroke me and taunt me, Jenni snuggled up behind her, wrapping her arms around her Asian sister and fondling the smaller woman's bare chest. I have always enjoyed seeing two young women being intimate with each other, even if fully clothed, but since I knew Jenni and Natsumi personally and had known them since they had moved to the neighborhood three years earlier, it was much more meaningful to see them touch and kiss. How many times had the roles been reversed, when I had stood dominant over them as one of these beauties was bound in some manner while her sister eagerly pleasured her according to my instructions? How many times had I taken one of these beauties from behind while she savored her sister's womanly charms? But this time, I had no say in what Natsumi and Jenni did to each other... or to me. It was Jenni's idea that, for once, I would be the bound person, and Natsumi had immediately agreed. This was not my first experience at being restrained, for my ex-wife and I had both switched between dominant and submissive roles rather regularly, depending on our whims, so I had agreed. But never had I endured an erection as painful as this one. "Bite 'im," Jenni suggested, but before my mind could truly register what she had just said, Natsumi did indeed bite me, her teeth just underneath the base of my bulbous tip, biting me just enough to add even more eroticism to the moment as she continued to stroke my hardened shaft. I groaned aloud as she applied more and more pressure with her teeth, her tongue flicking across the sensitive tip in such a way that my entire body shuddered. "I think the professor likes it!" Jenni squealed, and Natsumi giggled, which fortunately lessened the pressure exerted by her teeth. Then the pressure was removed completely, replaced instead by the vacuum seal of her mouth as she ingested me, fondling me with her hands and her tongue. Jenni stood at last and approached the side of the chair. Standing beside me, she offered me a breast, and my head turned immediately, my mouth latching on like a magnet attracted to a large metal object. Although definitely distracted by Natsumi's wonderful work with her hands and her mouth, I licked and sucked and bit the proffered breast, Jenni's sounds of delight joining mine and filling my dining room. "Cum on my sister's face!" Jenni instructed. "Cum!" Natsumi sucked harder and stroked more firmly, her fingernails scratching me lightly enough to be enticing instead of hurtful. I released Jenni's breast from my mouth and simply rested my head against her natural cushions, hearing her beautiful heartbeat as she cradled my head to her chest. I was breathing heavily, groaning with each exhalation, my eyes closed as I concentrated on the powerful primal sensations surging through my bloodstream. "Cum on my sister!" Jenni commanded with a much more forceful tone. Seconds later, I did. My eyes clamped shut, I did not see the jets of white, but simply feeling the surges fire up through my natural riffle was enough. Natsumi took the first volley in the mouth, but then rapidly snapped her head back and continued to stroke me firmly as I practically howled into her sister's chest, my body lurching upon the chair in its natural reaction to the intense, much-needed release. When I had no more to give, Jenni released my head and I slumped back in the chair. Slowly, I opened my eyes at last, mesmerized by the streaks of white upon Natsumi's face and in her hair. She glowed proudly, her eyes sparkling, using her fingers to prevent some of my seed from dripping off her chin. As I slowly calmed, I watched with rapt attention as Natsumi stood and stepped into Jenni's embrace. The two sisters kissed briefly before Jenni began to use her tongue to clean Natsumi's not-so-innocent face. When she was done, Jenni moved to kneel between my spread thighs and looked up at me intently. "I want you to do the same to me now," Jenni said. Interestingly, I wanted to do the same to her also. Jenni at College I and my brother grew up in Maryland. He stayed there, got married, and raised a family of three kids. I moved to New York City, got a good job working at a major publishing company, and never married. My brother's oldest daughter Jenni had recently graduated from high school and now was a journalism major at a college in upper New York state. "Jennifer" was her real name, but she liked to be called Jenni. I remembered Jenni with great fondness. Even as a young teen, she was quite good looking, with a figure that matured early. In a bikini on the diving board of their backyard pool, she was quite something to look at even then. So I didn't really think of it as much of a burden when my brother Walt asked me if I would mind visiting Jenni at her college some weekend and see how she was getting along. "It's the first time she's ever been away from home," Walt said, "And I would like to know everything looks all right there. " "No problem," I said, "I'll give her a call, and we'll set up a weekend. " "Thanks a lot. " So I did call her, and we set up a weekend for me to visit. I asked her to get the name of a nice motel where I could make a reservation for myself over the phone, and I told her I would take her out to dinner and some entertainment—if there was any entertainment there. "Great!" she said. "I'll be looking forward to it. " I arrived there on the bus around noon. When I got off, she was there waiting for me. She was clad in jeans and a gray sweatshirt with the name of the college on it. "Uncle Dan!" she cried. "It's so great to see you!" She ran over and embraced me warmly, and I did the same for her. "I understand that the Marriott is right in the center of town," I said. "Yeah, it's a great location. You couldn't have picked better. " "Well, I'd like to go there first to check in and rest up. Then why don't you come around about six, and I'll take you out to dinner. " "Great!" "Since you know the town better than I do, you can tell me where you would like to have dinner and what you would like to do afterward," I suggested. "The Coach House is the nicest restaurant in town. I'll walk you to the Marriott. " "Okay. " Jenni called me from the lobby of the Marriott at 6. I had changed clothes and so had she. She had on an unusual and kind of sexy outfit of a denim sleeveless vest zippered up the front and a fairly short denim skirt zippered down the front, apparently no stockings and matching low-heeled denim shoes. It made a delectable picture with her five-foot-six frame and shoulder-length blond hair. "You look lovely," I said. "Thank you. So do you. " I laughed. The Coach House restaurant was only two blocks away, so we walked there. As promised, it was a very nice place. She had the broiled lobster tail, and I had the Chicken Marsala, and we split a bottle of French chardonnay. By the time we had finished, she seemed to be quite jolly from the wine. "So what do you do for entertainment around here?" I asked. "Well, there's one movie theater, but it's showing 'Big Fish', and I already saw that. " She smiled. "Actually, probably the best entertainment is at the Alpha Omega fraternity house. " "What's that?" "Well, the house mother always has Saturday and Sunday off, so they put on a "Classic Movie Night" Saturday at eight in the downstairs recreation room, and anyone is invited free, as long as they come as a couple. I've never been since I'm not dating anyone yet, but I've heard about it. " "What do you mean?" "The 'classic' movie they show is actually a porn classic, like 'Debbie Does Dallas' or something like that, and couples are invited to join in the fun. I understand that anything goes. It's like a Roman Orgy. . . I hear. " "You've never been?" "No, but I would like to see what it's like—just out of curiosity. " "And you inviting me to this scandalous affair?" "Would you? It might be fun. And you don't have to stay if you don't want to. " "Why not? As you said: There's nothing else to do. " "Good. " We had a couple of after-dinner cordials, then headed over to the Alpha Omega house around 8:30. The Classic Movie Night was already in full swing when we arrived and stumbled around in the semi-darkness of the recreation room to find a seat. Finally, we found an unoccupied couch and sat down. I looked at the movie on the screen at the end of the room. Several naked bodies were doing several naked things, but I did not recognize the "classic. " What was more interesting was the people around the room. There seemed to be about thirty of them, evenly divided into men and women. Although the room was semi-dark, you still had a pretty good view of what was going on. I counted three girls servicing their boyfriends with blowjobs, one girl sitting astride her boyfriend's lap with her skirt pulled up and her bare bottom exposed, and another girl facing the other way, outward, so everyone could have a view of her pretty muff as it went up and down on his penis. "Wow! I said. "I warned you. Do you want to leave?" "No. As you hinted: This is the best show in town. " We watched the movie and this three-ring sexual circus for another fifteen minutes. During that time, I noticed that a young man with a video camera and a young lady beside him were going around the room and occasionally turning the camera light on and video taping an interesting couple. Finally they got opposite us. "Jenni! How nice of you to finally come. Who's you friend?" She stammered. "Ah, this is my friend Don, from home. " The other girl smiled "You know what they say: Older men make the best lovers. And speaking of which, this is a group activity. You can't watch if you don't participate. " Jenni nodded. "Okay, we'll be back. " "What do they want you to do?" I asked when the woman left. "They want us to participate in some way. . . . " "What do you suggest?" "Maybe you could just kiss me. " "I would enjoy that. " Actually, I would LOVE that. I had been enamored of Jenni since she had been a young teen. I reached my hand behind her head, pulled her to me and kissed her. What began as a light friendly kiss soon was a passionate exchange, as she thrust her tongue inside my mouth, and I did the same to her. Finally, we broke loose. "Wow!" I said. "I think that is one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had. I guess it's the result of many years of pent-up desire. I always did have a thing for you, even when you were only sixteen. " "Try fifteen. I used to see the way you looked at me in my bikini. I had a crush on you too. I used to lie in my bed at night and pretend we were doing it. " "You mean. . .?" "Yes, girls do that too, you know. " "So is that where we have to stop—with mutual confessions?" To answer my question, she took my hand and raised it to the zipper of her vest. I pulled the zipper all the way down to her waist and separated the two parts. As I had suspected, she was not wearing a bra. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time," I said, as I cupped her left breast and bent down to suck on her right nipple. She began to breathe deeply. "Does this zipper work?" I asked after awhile, touching the one at her waist. She nodded and pulled it a few inches down. I pulled it the rest of the way and separated the two sides of her short skirt. She was wearing light blue cotton panties. "Sit up a bit," I said. She did, and I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs until they were around her ankles. Then I looked candidly at her beautiful little sand-colored muff. Now she was nearly naked in a room full of strangers. "What about this zipper?" she asked, as she leaned over and unzipped my pants. Then she reached her delicate left hand in, felt around and gradually pulled it out. It was already engorged—and no wonder. "It's wet on the top," she said. "You could lick that off. " She pushed her skirt aside and got down on the floor in front of me. Then she took it in both hands, licked the tip for a few moments, then took it into her mouth. She started to gag a little. "Sorry," she said with a smile and with tears in her eyes, "You're really big. " "No wonder. This is like a dream come true. " "For me too. " She took it in her mouth again and this time took it all the way down to the hilt, and then up again, and then down again. Finally, I could stand it no more and pushed her away. "Jenni, I have to know. Is this going to be it—or are we going to do the whole thing?" She did not answer but stood and straddled my lap. Then she pulled off her vest so that the only thing she was wearing was a smile, her shoes, and white knee socks. She took it again, closed her eyes, and slowly impaled herself until our pubic hairs were mingling. "I just thought of something: I'm not using a rubber," I said. "That's all right. Mom insisted I go on the pill before I went to college. She didn't want me to accidentally get pregnant. " "Then we have your mom to thank for this. " "Right. You'll have to thank her when you see her. " "I will. " "I was just thinking of something. Is this incest?" "I don't think so. Father-daughter is incest, but I think uncle-niece is okay in the state of New York. " "Daddy would probably know, being a lawyer. You should ask him. " "I will. " Then the girl and the man with the camera came around again. "All right, Jenni!" she exclaimed. "Wow! What a show we have here. Lights! Camera! Action!" The cameraman turned on his light and did indeed shoot us. Other people in the audience applauded. At first Jenni was embarrassed, but then she got into it. She raised her hands above her head and clasped them like a champ. Then she leaned over and gave me another big kiss. More applause. Finally, they turned off the camera and left. "What happens to the videotape?" I asked. "It's supposed to never leave the house. " "I hope not. I wouldn't want to see us on 'America's Naughtiest Home Videos. '" She put her hands on my shoulders. "Let's get back to what we were doing," she said, and closing her eyes, she concentrated on tightening her muscles around my shaft. "Wow! Once the boys find out you can do that, you'll have NO shortage of dates. " She laughed. "I practiced on a kielbasa pretending it was you. " She continued sliding slowly up and down my slippery shaft. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "This is like a sexual fantasy come true. " "For me too," I said. But I could stand it no longer. "I'm going to come," I muttered. "Me too. " I exploded inside of her, and I could also feel her suddenly get wetter "down there. " She collapsed against me. Finally we were finished. She disengaged herself and unable to find anything else, cleaned us up with her cotton panties and tossed them into a nearby basket. Then she got dressed, and I zipped up. We were in front of the Marriott before either one of us said anything. I think we both were savoring the experience. "I forgot to tell you: I checked out for the night at the dorm. " "Meaning what?" "I can't go back tonight. " "I guess you'll have to sleep in the park. " "Do you have a double bed in your room?" "Of course. " "Do you want some company?" "Only if she doesn't wear underwear. " Jenni looked around, then gently raised the front of her skirt. "It's a deal," I said. "Why don't you go up first, and I'll wait ten minutes and then visit you. " "Okay. " It was an interesting night to say the least, but I don't think either one of us got any sleep Two days later her father called me at my apartment in New York. "Did you see Jenni?" he asked. "Yes, I did. " "How did she look?" "She looked just fine. " Little did he know how I meant that. And little did he know how often I visited her up there. Jenni Cam: The Parents Find Out The Ringley's Discover what Jenni Does for a Living - or - (Daddy's Little Girl) A Satire In One Act Fade up to: A typical "white bread" suburb in the "wilds" of upper middle class any town Pennsylvania. Pan to: A somber tree lined street with identical looking Cape Cods, and Tudor style houses in a cliche of alleged respectability, four car garages, and keeping up with the Jones's. Continue panning until we reach your typical "American dream" house at the end of the block. Zoom into the house, and we find ourselves in the living room of the Ringley household. The interior reveals your everyday WASP living room decorated with prints of sailing lore, and mock colonial furniture. Not tacky at all, but definitely lacking the soul and color of lets say, an Italian American dwelling like we find in Bensonhurst or Howard Beach New York, replete with plastic slip covers, statues of Jesus, Mary, and Saint Jude, and the Brooklyn Rococo that only a hot blooded Tony or Gina can achieve in a sensuous state of Roman Catholicism and macaroni with olive oil and garlic. In other words, the Ringley interior reeks of a certain protestant respectability that can be nauseating to the rest of everyday society, but a Godsend to the CEO's or stock brokers along the "John Cheeveresque" hamlets of the Eastern seaboard. Unread copies of Barron's, The Wall Street Journal, and the magazine Yankee gather dust in the magazine stand next to the comfortable but much used Lazy boy chair. The living room or family room is the epitome of thousands across our great nation where the daily trails and tribulations of the American experiment have unfolded in a perpetual drama, that has rivaled or surpassed anything that has happened around the world. It is in the American upper middle class living room that the nation has experienced the various announcements like, "Mom, dad I am gay and this is my Puerto Rican lifemate/ lover Ramon" the countless deflowering on the well worn couch - as little preppy Sally in her plump irresistible puberty discovers that she has become a woman, and that Brad from the lacrosse team is a two second man and not all that he pretends to be, the strokes and heart attacks, the bong smoking home coming parties, wedding proposals, invitations to join in a business venture, the sober and all too realistic cadence of the insurance salesman or funeral director, the requests for divorce, the suicides of a depressed, or about to be indited family member, the good times and the bad. The American living room has seen it all. Pan to the well worn couch, accessorize with quilts and a mis matched afghan slipcover. A butler style table next to the couch holds a dog eared copy of a book by William F Buckley Jr., some junk mail advertising ski trips, and an envelope with a check to be donated to Planned Parenthood labeled "charity". On the table, we see an IBM lap top connected to the Internet. Enter Mr. and Mrs. Ringley from a busy day at the country club. They sit down at the sofa. Drinks in hand, and suddenly start to speak about their daughter Jennifer. Mr. R: Oh Jesus, am I pooped. That had to be the most intense round of golf I ever played. That Winthrop boy really had me going there. I am not what I used to be. How was your day snookums? Did you win at your Mah Jonng tournament at the club? Mrs. R: No dear it was ghastly, I too am feeling the ravages of time. Once you hit my age your mind doesn't function as it should. Promise me that when I hit old age you wont let me become a vegetable like my mother did - I want an honorable exit via a bottle of sleeping pills and a stiff shot of scotch. Mary Beth Ryan's daughter Muffy can sure play at those chinky dominoes. I also just heard that she broke up with the Winthrop boy. What a looser that girl, why Brad was the apple of all the girls at school. I was even hoping that our Jenni and Brad would someday hit it of. The father is a lawyer in New York you know - Morgan Stanley, and his mom re married a doctor who has made a fortune performing abortions in the South Side of Chicago - oh, dickens, that reminds me - I have to send this donation into the Planned Parenthood. Can you freshen up this old fashioned for me dear, its become watered down? Mr. Ringley gets up and walks to the bar as he prepares his wife another drink. Mr. R: You know its a funny thing you mention Jenni. Ever since she graduated from college and started work as a web designer - whatever that is - at the National Geographic Society in D.C. she has become scarce around here. I guess she is working real hard and making it in the world. A Ringley true to her heart. Always first at what she does - I guess the world is not enough for her and she is going for the gusto - Damm Am proud, I taught her the value of a buck as my Dad taught me. Mrs. R: Yes dear, you always wanted a boy, and I know that you have shown Jenni all about what is need to survive in this day and age, She takes after your side of the family - always first, always trying to push the envelope, always being original, she's very savvy our Jen, of course her beauty comes from my bloodlines, haw haw haw - thats why I think her and Brad would be such a super match. Lets set it up dear, lets get them together - lets trick them both into joining us in the annual regatta at the club. We can contact Brad's dad, he loves sailing and I am sure he would want Bradley to forget about his 3 year relationship with Muffy. Besides, people tell me she is not the daddy's little girl she pretends to be. When I was growing up in Connecticut, we said girls like Muffy had a reputation. Mr. R: And how, um uh (As Mr. Ringley flashes back to the memory of a certain Irish beauty from Trinity University he once ran around with on a summer exchange program during his days at Harvard.) I mean yes, um, dear you are right, Jenni is daddy's little girl. Uh. By the way I got this anonymous letter at the firm from someone who knows Jenni - Its really a queer thing you know. it says to look at Jenni's work on this thing they call a web site. It seems Jenni - A true Ringley yes indeed, is making a name for herself on this new thing they call the Internet. I had one of the boys at the office come in and set this up - its connected to the phone line oddly enough - I say the things they do nowadays - not like those IBM computers that took up a whole tennis field in our day huh bunny? Mr. and Mrs. Ringley then proceed to bring the laptop closer, and after following the instructions on the mystery note, they type in the address for Jenni's site. Mr. R: Here goes nothing snookums, I know that whatever Jenni has done we will be proud of her. A Ringley is always a winner. Mrs. R: Here, Here (As she recklessly raises her half full glass) and I need another spot of spirits dear, would you be so kind as to...? Mr. R: Shhhh, darling, in a sec, here come our daughter’s web site! Mrs. R: Oh how grand, lets see. Do show me. At first they stare at the web page, realizing that the site is not what they expected to find, but something all together new and strange. Mr. R: Hmmm, very interesting but odd, it seem to be a picture of Jenni's apartment. Mrs. R: Maybe she takes after her uncle Bob in New York, the decorator who is oh so creative – though he never married, odd fellow. Even still lives with the same roommate he had twenty years ago. Maybe this is just a side job she is doing to pay off her student loan. What a business acumen that girl has, she could become the next Martha Stewart. Wouldn't the ladies at the club be green with envy over that, huh dear? Mr. R: Here's to Jenni! But lets see what happens. Its seems to change frames this picture - its almost like a camera - its probably something our little bundle of joy learned at college. Oh how creative she is that girl o mine! Mrs. R: Well there's our Jenni now! It seems to be some kind of slow moving video thing. Maybe its a new fangled gadget she is testing for work. You know the National Geographic Society is always in the forefront of the new technologies dear! Mr. R. Yes, true, but look here lets see what our little girl, computer whiz kid is up to next. I wonder who this letter was from - I wish we could thank him - its allowed us to see a side of Jenni we normally don't see. RINGGGGG! BUZZZZ! At this instant the door bell rings and Mrs. Ringley goes to see who it is. The phone also rings and Mr. Ringley gets up and goes to answer it. While they are away, we see in the laptop the action taking place. Jenni rushes in to the bedroom and the cam turns its attention into that room. Jenni's clothes are gone and we then see the plump Jenni of our fantasies - the dear old Jenni that we all know and lust. Mr and Mrs. Ringley rush back and take her places on the sofa again. Mrs. R: Hmm lets see what we have missed. Oh there she is again. Opps She is not wearing anything, I guess she was changing clothes and she forgot to turn of the computer. She's brilliant but a little bit absent minded. Haw Haw! Must talk to her about that. Mr. R: Oh she has come to her sense look dear she is rushing into the bathroom to change. Ok its ok know. Hey look at that - thats odd - who is that man in there? Mrs. R: Why its Brad Winthrop! I didn't know that Jenni and him were friends. How nice! Mr. R: I don't know dear, things are becoming strange he is not wearing much. Only a pair of boxers, except they are kind of short for boxers, these kids today. Mrs. R: Oh there is Jenni again - but why is she wearing a nurses outfit? Mr. Ringley looks closely at the screen. Mrs. R: Oh I don't know, maybe they are going to some fancy dress ball at his parent’s country club? Mr. Ringley: On a Tuesday night at 10:30 at night? Say whats that white stuff hanging from Jenni's mouth - it looks like Elmers glue? Mrs. Ringley: Honey! Hon! (She is gasping for air) Why is Jenni on top of Brad? Why Wh, Wh, is Jenni wearing nylons and opera pumps on Brad? Oh My God! Dear God! what is happening? Mrs. Ringley covers her eyes whilst the sobs come out like the ejaculation that just manifested itself on the computer.. Mr.Ringley: Why that... wait until I get my hands on that son of bitch! Winthroppppp! Brad! What in God's name are you doing to my little girl you sex pervert?!!!!!! I will sue your blue blood ass till there is no tomorrow you country club bastard you! We see then see Mrs. Ringley falling to the floor clutching her chest. Mrs. R: Aggghhhhrrrr! Ahhgggrrrr! Ahrrrgggggg! Pan to the Ringley living room as a passed out Mrs. Rigley lies on the floor fainted, as the Costa Rican maid, Conchita fans her mistress. Conchita: Missus Ringley, Signora, pleese weak up! Hay por favor Dios mio, Santa Maria! We fade to black as we see a zoom out aerial shot of the Ringley household as a speeding ambulance turns the corner of the somber tree lined street with identical looking Cape Cods, and Tudor style houses in a cliche of alleged respectability, four car garages, and keeping up with the Jones's. And meanwhile in a not too distant Eastern seaboard American city, little Jenni Ringley fans her blood engulfed vulva as her clitoris is stimulated via the cordless handheld "massager" she sports. We then she the climax to this beautiful scene of the liberated American woman as a lovely spurt of milky "female ejaculate' shoots heavenwards from Jenni's urethra. Jenni will sleep well tonight – her parents won’t! * * * * * The End. Disclaimer: This is fictional, and it is not necessary the opinion of the author. All characters and situations are fictional, and any actual resemblance are purely coincidental. The author wishes to state that this is only satire, and an exercise in the exploration of dysfunctional American upper middle class culture. The author would like to thank, Lisa Barbach, author of the 1979 best seller the "Preppy Handbook" for her research into the social habits and decoration styles of the WASP ruling class. Lastly we would like to apologize if we have hurt or offended any one from the Ringley family. We have only done this as an experiment to theorize on the genesis of Jenni cam's around the world, and the reactions parents get when they find out their daughter true profession of high tech harlots. Thank you. Jenni Ch. 01 Part 1 - The Twist Revised Back in the corner booth of our family's favorite restaurant, I watch as my wife of 10 years takes a phone call and leaves me alone with my stepdaughter Jenni. Hmmm, maybe this is the perfect time to confront her with the news I got today from her school. Moving closer to my stepdaughter in the tiny booth, I watch as her mother leaves for some privacy, then I lean closer to her to keep our conversation quiet. "Well, Jenni. It seems we have a problem." She looks at me with those crystal blue eyes and tries to give me that innocent look as if nothing was wrong, and so I continue; "I got a call from the Dean today and was told this little story about you and one of you professors." She starts to wiggle in her seat and then glancing off in the direction that her mother left, she asks if her I told her mother. "No, not yet." I tell her and then scoot a bit closer, letting my hand fall on Jenni's leg and let it run slowly up, barely sliding under the edge of her skirt. Watching her jump, she goes to grab my hand and tries to move it off her leg. I laugh at her childish behavior and shake my head at her. "No little girl... the gloves are off and I know of all your games you have been playing at school. Seems the Dean and I had a very long talk about you today and I have an appointment with him Monday morning to see if you will continue there. I am sure you mother would love to go with me unless you and I can come to some kind of arrangement very soon." As the realization of my news sinks in, I watch fear cross her eyes as she waits to see what is going to happen next. My hand starts to make small circles on her inner thigh and as we both look to see what I am doing. It suddenly sinks in and she looks back up at me. "What do you want?" she asks me with a bit of uneasiness in her voice. I lean back a little, making the circles trace now in figure eights across that velvety skin. Smiling at her, knowing I have her where I want her, I say. "Well, it seems that you need some parental supervision and I am the one to give it to you. It is about time Daddy takes care of his little girl like he should have, when i started to hear the rumors about your unusual behavior." Shaking her head quickly, I watch as her blond hair moves about her shoulders and can see she is not happy with this idea but I continue with my statement. "So from now on there are going to be a few changes to your schedule. First you're not going to be dating anymore and second your weekend visits will be at home until further notice." Wanting to shock her, I give her my final rule; "From here on out, you will do as I tell you and become my little slut." I see her small hands clench in fists at her side and seeing as my words soak in, I move in closer to her... my hand moves up higher along her leg near her pussy. A thought comes to me and out of curiosity, I move near her ear to whisper my question. "I bet you're not wearing any panties. Are you Jenni?" Seeing her eyes go wide, I know I am right and before she can react. I move my fingers now up near her small triangle, feeling the hairs on her pussy....continuing in a low voice; "I bet you're still wet from your professors cum... aren't' you? All filled up, Jenni? Oh you're such a bad girl?" And with that, I quickly push one finger and then a second into her cum filled pussy. Letting my fingers move in and about, seeking her little nub. I rub it a few times knowing she would be tender after her earlier fucking and then notice her hips slightly move...and she starts to squirm up against my hand but also tries to move away. Watching her face and it shows the turmoil in her of both disgust and surprised pleasure. Then her eyes go large as she is looking over my shoulder and turn to see her mother approach, I move my hand up and over to grab the cloth napkin near her as if I was not doing anything out of the norm. Then as I wiped my hand off, I hand it back to Jenni... telling her to put it in her purse and she better think about her decision very quickly. My wife has an excited look as she arrives back to our table and I ask her what is up. She tells us that my sister is having labor pains and wants her to stay the night. Since my sister-in-laws' husband is out of town, she would need a ride to the hospital. Containing my excitement on how fortunate this helps my plot, I tell her we can drop her off on the way home and if she wants, and I'll bring a change of clothes over in the morning. Jenni now becomes excited and asks if she can come along and I jump in telling her no. That she would be in the way and it may take hours, possibility of a few days until the baby comes. I see the angry look in my daughter's eyes but then her mother nods in agreement. As we gather our coats and leave, I see my daughter throw a worried look at me as she sees I am far from done with her. As we dropped off my wife, I requested my daughter to move up to the front seat. Seeing as my wife thought this was a good idea, I watch my wife open her door, waiting for Jenni to get out and take the seat. Ahhhh, how fate kindly looks down on me.... This has been long over due. As I am ready to pull out, my wife comes around to the other side of the car to kiss me goodbye and I know this is my chance to mention Jenni's school issue. Not wanting to give too much away. I tell her that her school called and I will deal with it since I know she will be busy with her sister. She peeks into the car window to look at Jenni, and asks if there is anything they should know. I quickly reassure my wife telling her it is probably nothing, and just time for our donations. Watching her nod her head in agreement she heads on in and we start to drive off towards the freeway. I hear my stepdaughter make a small sigh of relief and I go ahead and ask her; "Well, have you made a decision?" A few more miles down the road and still no answer. I start to turn on my blinker so to take the next exit to turn around and she quickly blurts out. "Wait...no...we can talk but I just don't know what you want me to say." Seeing as now she is talking to me, I turn off the blinker... knowing we had about 30 minutes 'til we arrived home. Giving a chuckle at her inexperience, I say; "I see... so you have no thoughts about what we talked about at the restaurant and so I guess I should just take you back to your mom and you can tell her and your aunt about school?." Quickly her face shows horror and she reaches out to grab my arm. I shake her off but now I know I have her where I want her. Tears start to roll down her cheeks and she says. "No! Please... we can talk. There is no harm to just talk. Just don't turn around." "Okay well if we are going to talk" turning to look at her so she knows I am serious, I continue; "I want you to do something in good faith to show me how sincere you are at discussing this. I want you to take off your bra, since you don't have the panties anymore and I want you to toss it out the window... Now" "But you said we would only talk." She cries out to me. "No, I said either we talk or I turn around and you tell your mother the truth about your episodes at school. Also I don't see why I can't see your breasts since you like to show them off to your professors, to raise your grades... hmmm?" I say smugly. Seeing the distress in her, I know I got her and I watch as she moves very shaky hands to undo the buttons on her top so to take her bra off... a few miles down the road, as I look in the review mirror. I see her bra fly out the window and my cock starts to get hard. "Now I want you to lift your skirt and spread your legs so I can see that cum filled pussy, Jenni." As she starts to lift her skirt, she turns to glare at me. "You said we could talk, I don't see why I have to be like this... just to talk." "Well, as I see it. If you decide you don't want to talk, then I can take you back to your mother. Both your mother and aunt will see you with no bra and panties, finally seeing you for the slut you have become. Or, we continue our drive home and I get to see what I have wanted to see for a while. You wearing those skimpy outfits for the past few years... the little taunts... oh you will pay for that and more. So do you like being filled with your professors cum, and how many times did you get filled?" I say to her, watching her cheeks flame up red in shame. She cried out. "You can't do this to me... it is unfair and I am not telling you what I do with my boyfriend." "Ha! Boyfriend? Is that what the professor is? How many years has he been there, and how many other girls has he been giving private sessions to? Sweetheart, You are one of many and I am going to teach you how to be a better woman so men like him, will beg you for it." I turn to her with a determined look in my eyes to show I only speak the truth." That is why you will not date until you can manage them and not get caught. Who do you think took your underwear to the Dean and told him you made a pass at him?" Turning towards me, I see that tears are now rolling down her cheeks and that she was a fool for believing all the professors lies. Finding out that her teacher betrayed her in turning her into the Dean... she knows she has no other choice. I reach out to put my hand on her leg and I try to comfort her. "Oh Jenni, no reason to be afraid, I will not hurt or lie to you. Trust me. However, you need some guidance, so we are going to work this out and come to a compromise that benefits us both. Ready?" I can see her look at my hand and I know how bad she wants to push it off, but at least she was willing to listen. My cock hardens as I can see her fully. Her tear stained face, nipples hard and her legs spread. Now showing me the small curls of her pussy hair. Oh god... how I wanted to just pull over and fill that cum filled pussy with my own cum. But patience, I told myself. She makes a small nod with her head and turns to face the road and my hand falls away from her soft skin. "Now, starting out till I can trust you, you will do as I say. Tomorrow if we get time, we will head down and I will buy you a cell phone. I will be number one on speed dial, you will always, and I mean always answer my calls. Is that understood?" again seeing another small nod, she has turned to face me, paying attention to what I have to say, so I continue. "Next if you do everything I ask of you, from shopping, small tasks and other things... after 3 months, I will purchase a car for you to meet me when I ask you to. You will always meet me first and drop all other things, including school, family and friends. Yes, this even means your mother, but then I can help in that area. Is this understood?" I take a moment to pause watch her. On her face is awe and so I ask her what she thinks so far. "You will do all that for me, just because I finally got caught at school. Why are you going to give me gifts and what is it that you're going to make me do?" she asks me now confused. Laughing now, I shock her and tell her bluntly; "You must know it is all about the sex." I turn to look at her, so to watch her face... making sure she understands. "All kinds of sex and you will let me do what I want or else. Trust me, you will never be hurt and I will never let anything bad happen to you." I watch as she folds her arms in front of her plump breasts and starts to pout. "However if you don't do as I say, not only will I tell your mother about school but also that you threw yourself at me. I will tell her you came to my bed tonight and woke me up by sucking on my cock. Also I will tell your mother that you have always wanted me and that you planned on taking me away from her for the past several years because of my money." I watch as horror now shows on my stepdaughter's face knowing that I am outright blackmailing her and thoroughly enjoying it. I watch as her will cave in and she has no other choice. "Now again, we can start on a trial basis for say.... three months. You will do as I ask...without question, without hesitation. And if at the end of the three months, you want me to release you of this agreement between us then I will let you go but all money, phone, clothes and car will stay behind. I also will agree to leave your mother at that time and you will never see me again." Turning back to the road, I hear her let loose a small sigh. "Just three months and then you leave me alone? Never do this to me again?" she asks in a trembling voice. I nod as we start to get off the freeway. "Yes 90 days only. If anything. You will learn a bit more about yourself and come out ahead by being spoiled beyond reason. You will say you deserved it, since you will have to work it all off through me. But yes, it will be just enough for your lessons and if at the end of three months you wish to continue, and then we will look for an apartment for you instead of the dorm you currently live in." I drive and listen to her even breaths as she contemplates my terms and wait for her decision. Approaching our neighborhood, I decide to wait until we are at the house to make my final move. By now, we have pulled onto our street. I hit the garage door opener, my car slips in, then turning off the engine and as I hit the button one more time. It leaves us both in the dim light of the garage. Turning towards her, she knows her time is up; "Okay Jenni, I need your answer so if you agree to my terms. I want you to remove the rest of your clothes, and then hand them to me. Next, I want you to take your hands and run them up and down over each of your breasts. Play with each of your nipples by rolling and teasing the nipples with your fingers. I watch as more tears slowly slide down her face knowing she is caught in my twist. And off her clothes come. She hands them to me in a way in which she barely touches me and I place them down by my feet. Her hands then move across her breasts, and as she does as I demanded of her. I watch her cheeks flame red in shame and once done... her hands curl up by her hips in defiance. "Oh my, Jenni girl. You will learn but for tonight. I will be easy on you. Now I want you to turn and face me. Place your hands on your legs and spread them. I want to see what that professor got to fill today. Show me you're swollen cum filled pussy my dear." She slides a bit in the seat since I know while on the drive home, she has been leaking cum from earlier and now facing me. I can see that she is thinking of any way out of this situation and my cock gets so rock hard looking at my stepdaughter completely nude in front of me with her hands down at her pussy lips spread for whatever I want to do next. Her small face with clear blue eyes watching me as if she were caught prey. But, she was and I was going to enjoy this. Sitting up in my seat now I tell her; "Now Jenni. I want you to ask me to touch your pussy and see how wet you are." Seeing the turmoil on her face, she looks to my face and asks; "Only three months? Promise?" "Yes I promise Jenni, only three months unless you ask to stay with me longer."; I assure her again. Then I watch as she bites her lower lip and in the most sweetest voice that I could have wanted to hear, she softly says in apprehension; "W-w-will...will...y-y-you...you please t-touch my p-pussy and see how w-w-wet I am?" Slowly I move closer to her, the leather creaking with my actions and I rest my hand on her leg, slowly I let it travel back up towards that warm moist box. My cock is so hard and I have to take a brief moment to gather my thoughts. Since I knew I wanted the evening to last a bit longer, if I was going to make my plan work. My fingers now move towards the inside of her thigh, feeling her soft skin and I tenderly touch the outside of her pussy lips. I feel her jump ever so slightly and let a finger trail across the outside of her swollen clit. My finger move up and then down slowly, letting her get use to my fingers being there. Then I let it run near her clit, teasing her. I turn to see her face and she is frozen in her seat, now holding her breath, blue eyes watching me and knowing she is feeling everything as well. While I keep stroking her little petals, I ask her quietly. "Do you want me continue? Or do you want me to stop. All you have to do is nod yes or no." I see a moment of thought flash through her eyes and then she slowly nods in head in consent and as she does. One of my finger slips between the folds of her pussy and I hear her release the held breath. Knowing that she is starting to get turned on by what I am doing because she is very wet, I slip two fingers in her pussy and we both can hear the wetness as my fingers move within her. I move them a bit around and as play with her, she lowers herself back into the corner of the seat. This allows for her legs to fall more open for me. Now that I have better access to her, my fingers go deeper into her pussy. Now making a small stroking motion and looking to her face to see her expression I watch as her eyes start to close. With a grin on my face, I tell her to open her eyes and to watch what I am doing. I want her to see all that I am going to do and after a couple of minutes, I ask her if she likes what I am doing...She makes a small nod of her head and then I tell her to take one hand and rub it around her pussy. Feeling her hands near mine, knowing that she is starting to enjoy this. I watch as her hand finds her clit, then she dips it near her pussy to make her fingers wet and moves to her clit. As she starts to rub it, I find her little nub inside of her and press up against it, making her jump a little. Her breathing has started to come in small pants and seeing that she is going to come soon. I tell her to take her left hand and cup her left breast. As she does so, I lean in closer to wrap my lips about that harden nipple. Sucking it into my mouth, enjoying the taste of her skin. Letting my tongue flick her nipple, then start to roll her nipple between my teeth, teasing her and then I nip at the nipple hard She jumps again and I hear her take another breath in excitement. Now I start to move my fingers in and out of her faster. The sound of her wet pussy and her small moans echo in the car and I make sure to hit that little nub every time. Her lower waist starts to meet my hand, as I am finger fucking her. Knowing she cannot take much more. I release her breast so to watch her face... noticing her eyes are closed... I watch her enjoying herself. After another minute I softly say to her; "Come on Jenni. I want you to fuck my fingers. Ride them baby, ride your daddy's cum soaked fingers" I feel her start to meet my thrusts. Her hand moves quicker over her clit as she rides my fingers... allowing me to delve deeper into her pussy and seeing the joy I am giving her. I whisper to her; "Come Baby girl, show me you want it." Then her moans gets louder and now I know she is really into it... next her eyes open very quickly as I start to pull my fingers away from her pussy. Quickly she cries out; "Don't stop! Daddy... Please don't!" So I quickly start moving them in and out even faster. Making sure I hit her spot with enough pressure... I watch her as her lower body meets my hand... her hand furiously rubbing her clit, her breasts arched up in the air... then her body begins to shudder... and just as I feel my hand being clenched down on, she cries out and then the warm wetness of her cumming runs over my fingers and out of her pussy, then all over my leather seat. My car now smells of her... and the sweet nectar of her sex. With her eyes still closed. I whisper near her one final time before pulling away. "Now that is Daddy's good cum slut...you liked me playing with your cum filled pussy, didn't you?" Her eyes flash open as she realizes what she has done and quickly clamps her legs close. I move in quickly and kiss her cheek before she has a chance to move her face away and then lean back into my own seat. Jenni Ch. 01 I stood there in shock. I didn't care that I was wearing nothing but soot covered cotton t-shirt that I'd worn to bed. I didn't care that I had a cut on my thigh from when I climbed out the window of my room. What I cared about was my mother, my only family. She was gone. Dead. The small house we'd lived in for the past decade was dripping burned ruin. I'd been awoken by a crash as something fell. When I'd opened my eyes, black, noxious smoke was filling my room through a gap under my bedroom door. I could see patches of red flame as the door began to burn through. I felt the heat rushing through the new gaps. I had time, only, to rush to my small bedroom window, open it and squeeze through the gap. It wasn't until later that I realized the cut in my thigh must have come from that climb through the window – I never figured out another explanation. My mother didn't make it out. I was told in the days that followed that she'd fallen asleep smoking on the couch she'd first bought in 1973. She didn't have a chance, and in our poorly built house, I was fortunate to get out alive. I didn't move until a fireman came and stood between the fire and me. He took my shoulders leaned close, and whispered in my ear, ''Let's get that cut in your leg taken care of.'' He turned my body away from the fire and slowly walked me over to a blanket he'd put on top of some sort of equipment box. I was numb through the entire process, but that's when it started. In the years to come, my desire to show my body, to be seen, to feel a burning flush hit my body in lustful embarrassment. I didn't think about it then, but as that fireman tended to the cut on my thigh, I later realized, he could see my most private area, my pussy, covered with a light red down under my t-shirt. I didn't cover myself up, or even know I was exposed then, but the memory still brings a blush to my cheeks as I think about it. And that's where it started - on the day my mother and only family died. Fucked up. But that's life. *** It took two years for me to emerge from a desperate depression. I'd rented a dark basement suite from which I rarely emerged. I had groceries delivered. I never called anyone or had anyone visit. I didn't even own a computer or have the internet. I went to the library once a week and picked up books. I'd be wearing one of 3 pairs of baggy black sweat pants and matching hoodies I'd bought the day after my life burned down. I don't know what changed, but one day I realized that I needed to change my life. I needed to, and it was ok to move on. Actually, I do know what changed. This is supposed to be an honest journal of my experiences. One day my groceries were delivered earlier than I'd expected, and I was taking one of my rare baths. I answered the door in a hoody I'd pulled onto my wet body when I heard the knock at my door. When I answered the door, it wasn't the usual woman who delivered my groceries. Instead it was her son, someone I'd met before; his mother was always telling me about her boy 'at the college'. I let him in, mumbling, "Sorry, I was in the shower," and looking for my purse. It was over on the couch. I turned away from him, walking over to the couch a few feet away. I leaned over the arm of the couch and pulled my purse toward me, looking for a tip. Ten seconds must have passed as I searched for enough change to give the guy a tip that didn't embarrass us both. Then it hit me. I felt a flush rush from my face to my chest and down through the rest of my body as I realized the view I was giving him. I stood up quickly and turned toward him holding out the seventy three cents I'd managed to find. His face was red, which surprised me, and he had trouble looking me in the eyes. His greasy hair and pimply skin suggested to me that he wasn't an expert in the realm of women. I quickly handed him his money, and he left, looking over his shoulder several times before I closed the door. That rush I felt when I realized that man could see my pussy as I bent over and my hoody rose up, baring my ass – that rush was the first positive feeling I'd had in 2 years. I was twenty two and I was ready to live again. *** Two months later, I moved to a new city for a fresh start. There were too many memories that I had to leave behind. I had been fortunate, if you could call it that, because my mother had had a life insurance policy. I wasn't rich, but I had enough to live frugally on, for the next fifteen years if I had continued on the way I had been. I stayed at an inexpensive motel on the outskirts of town. I took the bus downtown each day and combed the newspapers and internet sites looking for a place to live that felt right. I was hoping for something with roommates who might include me in their lives. I knew nobody in town and wanted to start my new life that would include socialization. I called forty-seven people about shared accommodation. Of those, I took the bus the see eight places. After three days, I'd had no luck and decided to bus over to the local university to check out the bulletin boards in the student union. I was looking at the main bulletin board outside the entrance to the student union building when I heard a voice behind me, ''Are you looking for a place to live?" I turned around to look into the smiling face of a pair of girls I put between eighteen and twenty. They had a stack of flyers in their hand along with a box of tacks. "I am, but I've not been having much luck." "Well, we've got a ...." was the start of our friendship. The three of us went off to talk about the house they were living in and the room that was available. I have to be honest; at that stage I didn't care about the place – I was connecting with these women and enjoying myself. I had no expectations to live up to, no history to define me. I could be anyone I wanted. After a couple hours of talking and getting to know each other, they drove me over to their place to give me a tour. An hour later they drove me to the motel to pick up my single suitcase. I'd found a family. *** I guess I should tell you something about myself and my new roommates. My name is Jennifer and I'm a 22 year old red head with big, wavy hair. My roommates were the blond Jenna and black haired Tomiko, both 20 and studying art at the College two blocks away. The house they were in was a small one story place with a long hallway separating 3 bedrooms on one side, and a living room, dining room, and kitchen on the other. At one end of the hall was the entrance to the house, and at the other was a bathroom we all shared, and a doorway to the fenced backyard. At the other end was the entrance to the garage and the front door. I was given the bedroom closest to the bathroom; apparently the pipes rattled in the morning when the hot water started flowing. It was then that I told my first fib, albeit a harmless one, "Don't worry about it – I sleep through anything." There was a nice large window in my room, letting bright sun in. I had a queen sized bed, though devoid of linen, a closet that could swallow twenty times the clothing I actually owned, and a dresser. Tomiko's room was a mess of clothes strewn everywhere, intermixed with art supplies and half-finished canvases. Jenna's was much cleaner, also filled with art supplies along with paintings and drawings filling every spot on her walls. "Here, you can borrow these sheets and this comforter," said Tomiko, as she came into my room. I was sitting on the bed, a smile on my face, having already hung up my clothes and put my toiletries on my dresser. I thanked her, and laughed, "Yeah, that's right, I'm a nudist," to a joking comment about my lack of clothing choices. I didn't think much of it at the time, and continued, "I don't have much stuff. I was living, well, I'm starting fresh and leaving my past behind. This is all I've got, so I know I've got some shopping to do. Want to hit the mall with me? I need some towels, sheets, all that sorta stuff. " Tomiko squealed with excitement and ran to get Jenna. The three of us piled into Jenna's car and headed off to shop. *** A few hours later, we returned with my new purchases. As I put fresh, clean sheets onto my bed – returning the offered set to Tomiko with my thanks – Tomiko and Jenna made margaritas. I listened to them laughing in the kitchen between the roars of the blender. I was pleased to notice that I was smiling with them, thinking of the future, not the past. I'd put my new set of towels away already, and joined my new roommates in the kitchen. They greeted me with a strawberry margarita in a mason jar. It wasn't my first tonight, rather it was my third. We'd quickly accomplished my basic shopping needs, and got distracted by a visit to the pub on the outer edge of the mall we were at. We decided to come home before Jenna has more than one drink, stopping to pick up the fixings for our own drinks at home. We sat on the floor in the living room, leaning against the furniture as we talked and drank. I learned about Tomiko's family and that the house we were in was actually willed to her by her grandmother who had passed away a few months ago. Jenna, as well, shared tales of her youth and family. By the time my turn to share rolled around, we were all well into the realm of silly drunk, and I was just not sure what to say. I didn't want to go into my real history – it was just too depressing and to raw for me to talk about. When Jenna said, "So tell us your story, tell us why you came here with only a few changes of clothes – and all the same ones," I didn't know what to say and the silence stretched. The girls thought I was playing a game, and began throwing out suggestions to which I shook my head with a smile. "Were you a nun?" "Were you just released from a science lab after being grown in a jar?" "Are you a spy?" "Were you just released from jail?" We all laughed at each suggestion, but I wasn't sure how to change the topic and avoid talking about my past. "Wait, I've got it, " shouted Jenna,"... Jennifer, were you in a cult?" For the first time I froze and didn't instantly deny it. My brain, despite my drunkenness, seemed to fire rapidly. And that was when I lied to my new friends again. "Yes," I said quietly, lowering my eyes. There was silence, then they both started asking me questions to which I had to make up answers. "OK, let's talk about something else now," realizing that I'd lied my way down a road I might not be able to get off of. "I'll tell you that it was a small group, with some odd practices and I'm a bit messed up because of it. And I can never see them again or let them or any one I knew there again." This was closer to the truth. Tomiko saved me, "Hey, Jenna, let's give her a break. Come help me get us all more drinks. Jennifer, we'll be right back." They left the room as I sat there, relieved that I seemed to have delayed telling the truth about my past. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back onto the couch behind me. I thought about my lie and decided to stick with it. There was nobody to tell them about my past, and no reason for me to relive it. Being part of a cult could explain any odd mood swings I might have or odd social behaviours I showed after being so isolated for two years. And it explained the clothing. Cultists all wore odd clothes, didn't they? "Ahem," was the sound Jenna made that let me know they were back in the room. I opened my eyes, ready to receive a new drink. Then I opened my eyes wider. Tomiko and Jenna were standing there naked as could be. Jenni Ch. 02 "This part of the story has been the hardest since I had not planned for the first weekend to be be so long. I am working with a relative 'Cynthia'. With like minds, we hope to kick out the next three months in one weekend story increments." ********************************************** I keep my head lowered as I pass my Step-father. I was still dazed over what we had done but there was a small part of me that was excited that it had happen. I moved to the bottom of the steps and waited to see what he wanted me to do and briefly thought of my new matching bra and panty set, which was no more. The Dean had my underwear and my bra was floating in the wind along some highway. I look up to my dad awaiting my fate. "Go on up to your room and get ready for bed, we can find a movie when you come back down" he says as he walks through the kitchen and into the living room. I turn around and head up the stairs towards the bathroom. Taking a washcloth, I rinse it in warm water and then placing one foot on the toilet, I gently clean my pussy; Removing the cum from my professor from earlier today and then what happen in the car. Looking up at the mirror, over the sink, my face flushed... quickly look away to finish. Back in my bedroom, I slipped into my baby blue boy-shorts and matching lacy tank top. Again I gaze into the mirror and wonder what others see in me. All I see is limp long blond hair framing my face, which barely covers my breasts. Some would call me athletic, with curves and long legs that go on for days. Sighing, I wipe away the dark smudges from under my eyes and take one quick glance at myself before I go to face the inevitable. Heading back down the stairs, my dad calls out to me, telling me to grab the ice tray out of the freezer. Coming back through to the living room I pause for a moment noticing that some of the furniture has been moved away from the fireplace. Remembering how he does this for my mother on their quiet nights I feel my stomach clench in fear. Feeling his eyes on me, I look to my Step-Dad and I see him watching my every move, waiting to see what I am going to do. Knowing I agreed to the next 3 months, I bite my lower lip as I move towards the bar and place the ice tray down. I walk back towards the couch and grab the blanket laying over the back of it and wrap it about me for comfort. "Jenni, why don't you come down here by me while I build a fire?" he asks me. Reluctantly I move by him, still gripping the blanket tight about me, unsure of what of what happens next. Nervously I watch him spread the kindling in the fireplace and as he bends near to add bigger pieces of wood, he tells me there is a drink on the coffee table behind us and I turn to see the two glasses. Taking a few swallows, I realize it is something fruity since he knew I didn't like the taste of alcohol. Turning back to the fireplace I gaze at the now growing fire and watch the flames lick at the wood. I feel my blanket being tugged and I release the grip I have on it, letting it fall down some so he has a perfect few of my breasts. He can the see through the material of my upturn nipples and as I see his eyes on my chest, I try to focus a moment on my drink as I try to cradle it carefully in my lap. Closing my eyes... letting loose a quiet sigh... I sense and then feel his hand move down my arm slowly. It moves back up and runs across my chest over the lacy fabric. I start to feel goose pimples along my arm as he moves his hand up and down, back and forward, now tracing each breast in large circles. I know without looking, my nipples have harden into sharp pencil ends and would be poking through my top where I know he is watching and can feel my body is becoming aroused. Closing my eyes... I begin to feel despair, not wanting to see his face and expecting to see the lust that would be there like all the other guys but instead when I do. There is no lust in those brown eyes, it is consideration. As if he is unsure what to do with me. Now I watch as his hand lowers to the blanket on my thigh that is still somewhat wrapped about me. I hear him exclaim; "I always did like that color on you. However you do remember when you , your brother and mother came to live with me 15 years ago. I have enjoyed watching you grow up around me." He chuckles more to himself though as he proclaims: "You have made the last several years most interesting for me. Seeing you grow up, your body becoming a woman... watching you run around in skimpy clothes and flashing all that you could. I know subconsciously, you were teasing me and any guy that was coming near you. However that was all part of growing up and wanting to feel sexy. That is why I insisted I pay for the college you went to, cause my best friend is the Dean there and it would be the best way to keep tabs on you as you started to 'experiment' as he gets up he grabs his drink and goes to the bar to refresh it and then picks up few movies. As his words sink in over the fact that he was... is... friends with my Dean. He comes back, leaning over and hands me the movies saying: "Interested in watching a movie with me?" I look curiously at them since they are the type of a very young girl. All cartoons or animation and then frown at him as I say: "These are all kiddie movies... Got anything a bit older for someone that is 22?" I ask him.... He gives a deep throaty laugh and tells me to be careful what I ask for. He has more mature videos and wonders if I can handle any of them. He moves across the room and pulls some DVD's aside, where we keep more drama/adventurous movies. After pulling some aside, reaching deep into the back, he pulls out 3 more movies. I watch him curiously and see he is amused and wonder what I have missed. He gives me a shit eating grin, and I watch him open one of the cases and put in a DVD into the player. "I wonder if you will be interested in what kind of movie I have. Are you sure you can handle whatever it is I play???" he asks me. My heart jumps for a moment and then all of a sudden it stops and freezes as I see it is my bedroom on the TV screen. I move to stand, the blanket falling off of me and drops to the floor. Slowly I walk slowly toward the TV as I see myself enter the room and then my ex-boyfriend on screen. Stammering I ask: "How long... when did you do this...? Why would you do this?" as I feel a sinking feeling of what it is I am going to see next. "Because Honey you are the best entertainment that has walked into this house and I like the show..." he laughs as he tells me. I am frozen now with betrayal and anger beginning to grow. The screen shows us making out and ex-boyfriend is slowly stripping off my clothes. Even though I am appalled that I am seeing this on the TV screen, I am also starting to feel my stomach tighten... watching myself as I am beginning to have sex and surprised how turned on I was becoming. As my dad clears his throat to get my attention, he states;"I will say this much Jenni.... You body has matured over the years as a fine wine. I love how you have filled out over the years and only to enjoy the best that you can offer. I think our compromise will be a benefit to the both of us. See you get to learn from an experience man, and I get to prepare you for your future." "What do you think you can offer me?" I start to get angry as I see his smug expression. "That I can't get from some other guy? How long have you been videotaping me and do you get your jollies by watching a young girl trying to experience sex her first time?" My dad's smug expression now turns into a full burst of laughter? "First time...HA! I know when you had your first sex and every other time... You're a tramp and need to know how to play the game like I told you earlier. Honey... Your game is over and you're going to learn how to play with the big boys... so now strip!" I pause for a moment, thinking this is not how I wanted it to go. I wanted to tease him, lead him... tease him some more... and now he is telling me to take off all of my clothes??? "No... I won't and you can't make me", I tell him stubbornly. "Oh I cant?" he says without hesitation, "Do you know if these are the only movies I have? Do you know what else I have of you, up my sleeve. No you don't and until you think you know all the cards I play, then you will do as I say. Now Strip!" Bluff called. I stare at him in astonishment. "Now dear, lets not forget our bargain and I should not have to remind you again." He states I let out the breath I was unaware of holding and begin to drop my head, until a thought occurred. gaining my composure mid-droop I fight to hold in my minor excitement. Maybe, just maybe I can turn this little game of his around on him. Looking him in the eyes for a few seconds I take a slight step forward. Raising my right hand to slowly remove my left shoulder strap I turn my head so to watch myself on the TV. Slowly and smoothly I slide my left arm free from the strap and within the same momentum shrug out of the right strap. I look up at my step-father as i grab my now partially rolled up lacy top with my thumb and fingertips and push down, taking my boy shorts with. Just as i reach my knees i let go allowing them to drop to the floor and step out forwards. Hoping my plan will work, I turn facing full the TV so my step-father can see only of my backside. Looking up to see that my ex-boyfriend and I are in the middle of having sex. Turning back towards him, I lower myself down to my knees, hands reaching down on either side of me and lean back, resting on my heels while I look up at him. I hide the fear within me, knowing our agreement but my stomach still with hope. He takes a gulps of his drink while his eyes wanders down my body but I still see no lust in his eyes, unlike the boys or the other men before but something else. He puts the drink down on the coffee table and then kneels down in front of me. Watching as his hand reaches out to me... light fingers caress my cheek, slowly trailing down and across my chin. Then fingertips lightly brush across my full lips I watch him. He seems to be be intrigue as if I were a doll. I wonder for a moment if I am just a toy... to be molded into some plaything for him. As the thought leaves... I let go a small sigh. He moves his hands to his chest and starts to unbutton his shirt. As I watch him take it off and toss it to a nearby chair. He stands and I watch him remove his jeans... My heart rushes to my throat and I go to lean back and away. "oh no... I'm not having sex with you... you can't make me.. but I can offer a compromise." I fee his hand now on my shoulder, his face is all of a sudden near mine and he holds me still. "I never said I was having sex with you, as if you were to be so lucky... What is this compromise that you want to offer me!" he states as he moves to the chair near us, by now completely nude. My own noises coming at me from the tv and my dad in his chair... I just didn't want to do this. After a few moments I look up to his face and there is nothing there. No expression at all and I knew it was all up to me. I couldn't' flash my pretty blue eyes, and taunt him like I did with the others. The look on his face wouldn't show me anything... to direct my next step. So would this plan of mine even work? I fight the tears of the unknown and then take a deep breathe. On my hands and knees... the carpet soft between my fingers. I move slowly, my hips moving side from side. I know he is watching me as I move closer. Stopping when I see his toes now near my hands, I look up and try not to see his hard cock between his legs. Oh my god... he was bigger than I thought. How the hell was I to put that in my mouth. Seeing my shocked my expression, I hear a low chuckle: "Told you... you weren't going to be playing with boys anymore." Now moving my hands to his knees, settling my knees now between his slightly spread legs and wonder where should or how should I start. My left hand moves to grasp his cock, feeling the warmth of him. Taking one last look at him, hoping maybe he will have pity on me or something but nothing... still the same blank expression... boy did attorneys know how to hide their emotions. I lean up and forward, my small tongue laps out and across the top of his head. I smell the muskiness of him. Letting my tongue run small circles across his head, I quickly glance up to see his expression, hoping for some expression but nothing. Not even the slightest bit of satisfaction from the depth of his eyes. Feeling a bit angry now at his lack of emotion, I close my eyes and think of anything I could do to hear for even the slightest enjoyment. I take the full head into my mouth, which fills most of my mouth. Pausing for a moment, I wonder how I could even get anymore of it in and think maybe use the flat part of my tongue to make small circles along the front of his tip. After a few seconds of repeating this I lower myself to see how much of him I could possibly take in. I treat is as a sucker.... lapping and suckling and trying to fit as much as I can before I begin to feel my gag reflex tighten. Opening my eyes I am beginning to sense defeat as I notice I do not barely make past his tip. I slowly back off and with my right hand begin to rub up an down tightly while often turning to the left and right. While doing so I run my tongue up and down the side of his hardened cock. Maneuvering all the way around to insure every part of him is wet as I begin to try again to take him in my mouth and goo as deep as I dare. All the while adding in some small nibbles and sucks... continuing my hand movements. After repeating this over and over, still slightly annoyed that I have not heard any sound. I place my left hand directly under my right and counter circulate while gently squeezing in and up and down motion. I intake his head in my mouth again and very quickly move my tongue in circles all around it while periodically sucking in hard enough to fill my mouth. I continue until my jaw begins to tighten and I feel a throbbing between my hands. Just as I begin to make small but pressure-full circles with my thumbs. Soon I feel him swell in my mouth... it pulsates next to my tongue and then my mouth becomes full with a warm sweetness and in reflex... I have to quickly swallow before it overfills and would dribble out. Taking slow deep breaths I wipe my mouth with my now tired right hand and look for some form of satisfaction. Nothing. There is nothing there while he takes a rag and cleans up the rest of his cum and says, without looking at me. I feel so defeated and cannot look at him as I realize my plan has failed. I hear his voice: "Now go up stairs and get some rest, we will talk tomorrow of our meeting with the Dean." Astonished I slowly rise and slowly find myself walking in a daze up the stairs wondering what just happened. As I think over all the possibilities that it could may happen... I go to bed and quickly fall asleep. My father sits in the chair... watching the end of the video of his daughter crying out in an orgasm with her ex-boyfriend. A smile plays on his mouth as he quickly downs the rest of his drink and his thoughts are only filled with what had conveniently fallen into his lap. It took all of his will to fight her blow-job. That innocent looking face going up and down on his harden cock... He could feel himself harden again already with what she thought she only failed at. Ah... pretty ... little daughter. I can not wait to fill that pretty little pussy.... soon... very soon. Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 01 Jenni hugged herself tightly as she listened to her parents arguing once more. She burrowed deeper into the comforter as she lay in bed. Tears filled her eyes as she listened to her mother scream abuse at her father. She screwed her eyes up trying to block out the sound of her mother's voice casting abuse at her father. She was just nineteen yet at times wished she was younger, wishfully thinking back to her eighteenth birthday party, when her parents were happy and her brother was still alive. She had always been a Daddy's girl, always obedient, cast as the "good child" as her brother was "trouble". Jenni was 5' 6" and had curves in all the right places. The nipples that topped her full breasts were rose pink and large. She attracted a lot of attention from the boys she was in college with but somehow none of them measured up to her standard. Her father. At 6' 1" dark haired and broad shouldered with slim hips he was everything Jenni physically admired whilst his kind and gentle nature was something Jenni sought in the boys she dated but had not yet found. Jenni had always admired everything about him and now listening to her mother castigate him for something that they all knew wasn't his fault hurt Jenni somewhere deep inside. She curled up in her bed, her knees tight to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as she tried to block out the sounds of the argument from downstairs. And then the crash of the door as her mother stormed out of the house once more in the middle of the night. Jenni listened to hear what her father was doing, hoping he wouldn't resort to the bottom of a bottle once more, but knowing that since her older brother had been killed in the accident that the bottom of a bottle was where her father found solace. Solace that should have been offered by her mother's arms. But her mother was too busy blaming him for giving the keys of the car to Jon. Jenni cried gently as she thought of her handsome older brother, Jon. With so much potential and promise he had lost his life to a drunk driver and now her precious father was trying to drink himself to an early grave while her mother just kept running away. The soft sounds of her father sobbing came up the stairs. Jenni sniffed and wiped her eyes then paused for a moment wondering what to do. Then she slid her long legs from under the comforter and rose from her bed. She was dressed in a pink shortie pyjama set and in her urgency to get to her father, to comfort him as he cried she didn't pause to slide her feet into her slippers and didn't even consider her dressing gown. She ran down the stairs and found her father slumped in his chair in front of the TV. The sound was off and a movie was playing, the colours and light from the screen the only light in the room. He didn't see Jenni as she stood in the doorway for a moment considering whether she ought to go to him. He looked so sad, so alone and so in need of comfort that she felt her heart clench. She walked to him and slid gracefully to her knees between his sprawled legs. His eyes were closed, hot tears squeezing out through his eyelids and Jenni's heart melted. This was her daddy, her precious daddy and he needed comfort. She reached a hand out tentatively and wiped a tear from his cheek. Her father's eyes sprung open and he jerked in his seat as his hand whipped out and grasped her wrist in a tight clutch. "Daddy!" Jenni gasped in surprise and pain at his sudden and fierce grasp, "Daddy, you're hurting me!" There was silence for a long moment as her father looked into her eyes, his hand still grasping her slight wrist in an iron grip. The moment lengthened and Jenni heard her father groan gently. She reached her other hand up to his cheek and stroked it gently. "Daddy, it's ok. I am here Daddy. I am here for you Daddy". He didn't speak but slowly, almost reluctantly, released her wrist as Jenni continued to caress his cheek with her other hand. Her nails cut neatly and polished with a baby pink trailing over his cheek as she moved her hand back and forth over his cheek. Their eyes locked on each other as Jenni murmured softly to him, telling him how much she loved him and how much she wished she could make everything ok with him and her mother, telling him how much she adored him and would do anything to make him smile once more the way he used to. The way they all used before Jon died a year ago. Her father's eyes burned into hers as she spoke and then slowly, cautiously, he raised a hand to cover Jenni's hand as it stroked his cheek. His voice was low as he spoke, "Anything Jenni? Would you do anything to make your Daddy smile again?" Jenni nodded hard as she heard his words. "Yes Daddy!!! You know I would!!!" Her blue eyes filled with tears once more as she watched his face, watched emotions she couldn't name flit over his face and fill his green eyes. "Anything Jenni? Are you sure?" words almost growled as his hand moved to touch her lips. A strong finger tracing the outline of his daughter plump lips as he looked deep into her eyes. "Yes Daddy, anything" Jenni replied and as she spoke she knew that she would indeed do anything to make her Daddy happy. She would do anything to make Daddy smile. A slow smile came to her father's lips. "Jenni, you have made me happy already. You don't need to do anything more. You can go back to your bed right now or......" a pause as his thumb rubbed over her lips, pulling them, "or........" He paused once more as his eyes darkened and his gaze travelled from Jenni's face down to her throat and continued to her breasts covered only by the thin pink material. "You are so pretty Jenni, so very pretty...." His gaze burnt into her flesh and Jenni flushed as she realised her nipples were becoming erect, swelling with desire. Desire for her Daddy. Her father pulled his hand from her face as though it was burning, "Go Jenni! Go to bed right now!" He shifted in his chair and turned his face away from Jenni. Jenni paused, eyes blinking frantically as she wondered what she had done to cause him to turn away. Had she too hurt her Daddy? "Daddy!! What did I do wrong??? Please Daddy don't send me away" Without turning his face back to her he spoke to her, his voice a groan, "Jenni, I am doing this for your own good. " Jenni stretched forward and upward, her body fully between his spread legs as she reached forward to kiss his cheek. "Daddy I love you and I want to make you happy again. Please let me make you happy." Jenni pressed forward to hug him, her breasts crushed against his stomach, her face against his chest. She heard her father's heart racing and at that moment realised that her stomach was pressed against his crotch. Her stomach was tight against her father's crotch and he was aroused. Her eyes widened and a soft smile crossed her lips as she heard the low moan escape her father's lips. Now she understood, now she knew exactly how to make her Daddy smile once more. Without moving she whispered, "Daddy do you like it when I cuddle you like this?" There was a long pause before her father responded, his voice anguished as he told his daughter that he very much liked cuddling her this way. Jenni felt her nipples swelling to become long and hard, felt the heat between her legs as her arousal started to overtake her, felt her pussy become wet and needy. Jenni had felt this way before, but never with any of the boys she dated. She had felt this way before when she was laying in her bed. Thinking about her Daddy. Now she realised why. She wanted him. She wanted her Daddy. She wanted her Daddy to lay with her and touch her, kiss her, fuck her. And she wanted it now. "Daddy," Jenni murmured softly, "I think I know how I can help you smile..." She moved slightly and let her hand slide onto her father's erection, gently touching and caressing it through the fabric of his jeans. She felt his body stiffen, felt his cock jerk at her touch, heard him groan, heard her Daddy say "Jenni.... we can't..... we can't...." Jenni smiled to herself as she pulled her head back far enough to look her father in the eyes and whisper, "But Daddy I want to..... I want to Daddy..... please?" Her fingers were working slowly, drawing a pattern over his hardening cock, feeling it react to her teasing touch. "And Daddy, I think you want to too...." His only answer was a groan as his hand shot to the back of her head, his fingers entwining and twisting into her long honey blonde hair as he pulled her to his face. Jenni let out a short gasp of pain as her Daddy pulled her hair then was silenced as his lips took hers. Jenni had been kissed before, several of them and it had been nice. Gentle and soft. But this was not gentle or soft, this was pure need and desire and it was so much better than any kiss Jenni had ever had before. Her father's lips were crushed to hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth, pushing into her mouth, claiming her with his kiss. Jenni moaned as she melted into her father's kiss. Her fingers starting to grip his erection. As he kissed her he pulled away from her roving hand, Jenni wanted to protest but the kiss..... the kiss was consuming her, every part of her involved as her father's mouth took hers. Then suddenly his hand grasped hers, pulled it back toward him and her fingers felt the soft skin of her father's swollen cock. She gasped once more, her father's mouth leaving hers for a second as he laughed softly then whispered, "You know what to do baby?" Jenni's eyes were wide as she mutely shook her head, not wanting to give voice to the fact she had never laid eyes, never mind hand on a cock before. Her father brushed a tendril of hair from her face, kissed her gently and asked, "Are you still a virgin my darling?" Jenni nodded, not speaking, her fingers still wrapped around her father's thick cock as he smiled lovingly at her and wrapping his hand around hers started to slide his daughter's hand up and down his stiff, long cock. Jenni closed her eyes as she let herself be guided by her father. Her hand gripping his cock and slowly, carefully stroking him. Her heart was racing. She was stroking her Daddy's cock. And it felt so good. Jenni could feel the heat between her legs intensify and the wetness drip onto her thighs, through her soaked pyjama shorts, as she knelt before her Daddy. For several long moments Jenni was guided by her father, taught how to please him with her hand. Then he took his hand from hers, leant back in his chair and groaned, "Do it for me baby. Stroke your Daddy's cock baby for me." Jenni felt as though her heart would burst, her fingers wrapped tightly around her father's cock as she stroked it slowly, gently speeding up, feeling her father's pre cum drip onto her fingers. The wetness of his pre cum making the stroking easier and somehow more intimate. Her Daddy was groaning louder now, his hips bucking slightly as Jenni grew more confident in her actions. Her fingers gripping him tightly and then for a brief moment pulling off, hearing his groan and knowing that she was pleasing him. She let the pad of her thumb rotate for a moment on the ridge of his cock head then gripped him once more to stroke again. Long, slow, hard strokes. Feeling the bulges of his veins under her palm and hand as she pleased her Daddy's cock. Then, without warning, Jenni felt her father grasp her hand and pull it off his cock. She moaned in protest, begged him to let her help him cum and was rewarded by his hand once more wrapping in her hair and forcing her face down to his cock. The wet cock head touched her lips and she felt them part automatically as her father forced her head down deeper. His cock filled her eager mouth, she sucked hard, her tongue slipping and sliding over his shaft as he held her in place. She moaned with desire as she sucked harder and harder, drool spilling down her chin as she took as much of his cock as she could. Jenni's father groaned as he felt his daughter suck on his erect cock, something he had fantasised about so many times. Her mouth felt so good, his cock felt so hard he was sure the skin would burst and he could feel the cum build in his balls. His precious baby girl was everything and more than he had dreamed of. Jenni sucked harder, her instincts taking over, not worrying about "doing it right" as it was her first time, just following his lead, listening to his groans and moans and concentrating on the areas of his cock that made him moan loudest. She smiled to herself, knowing that she was going to want to "practice" as much as her Daddy would allow so she could give him the best blow jobs he had ever had. Jenni's tongue was hot and wet as she slid it over every inch of her Daddy's cock. His velvety cock head felt so good on her lips and tongue, his scent so arousing Jenni felt as though she could suck forever. Her father let his head fall heavily back onto the chair, involuntary groans were torn from him as his daughter's tongue brought him closer and closer the the edge of orgasm. He could feel his balls tighten with every wonderful suck. She took a deep breath and swallowed, feeling the length of her Daddy's cock slide over the back of her tongue and into her throat. She felt his body stiffen and his cock jerk as he realised what she was doing and then felt her Daddy shoot his hot seed into her throat. She sucked harder as she felt his cum flow up his cock and spurt into her mouth. She swallowed, smiling as she looked up to see her Daddy's face. He was smiling. Jenni gave his cock two more long loving sucks then pulled her head off his shaft. She looked up into his eyes, "Daddy I really will do anything to make you smile again". She watched him nod slowly as he looked at her, "Yes baby, I believe you will....." And Jenni knew that she was forever her father's... heart, soul and especially body. Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 02 Jenni pulled her knees up to her chest as she lay in her bed thinking about what had just happened with her father. Slowly she licked her rose pink lips and then softly sucked on the tip of her own tongue. She could still feel her father's hard cock in her mouth; still taste the hot come he had shot into her mouth and throat. Jenni hugged her knees hard to herself, smiling as her eyes slowly floated closed and she thought about sucking on her daddy's erection. Her nipples peaked, becoming long and hard as she remembered how amazing it had felt to have her father hold her head hard in his hands onto his cock. Her body reacted to the memory just as it had reacted when her daddy gave her his cock. Jenni wasn't entirely sure what she thought about what had happened with her daddy but she knew that she wanted it again. She wanted so much to taste her daddy's cock and to bury it in her throat, to look up and see the look of pleasure on his face as his little girl sucked him to orgasm. She also knew she wanted more. Sucking her daddy's cock wasn't going to be enough for Jenni. She knew that for certain. Jenni had always been her daddy's girl and this step felt so right, so natural. It felt to Jenni as though it had always been destined. And Jenni wasn't going to fight her destiny. Not when it came to making her daddy happy. Jenni slowly drew her legs down so that she was laying flat on her back in her bed. The bedside light was glowing dimly and Jenni smiled softly to herself as she looked around her bedroom. The bedroom she had slept in since she was born. It was painted a soft pink and the comforter and other fabrics were lilac and pink. It was a very girly room and despite her age Jenni liked it just the way it was. She had thought of repainting it in the days after Jon's passing but it was such a comforting room. And comfort was something she craved then, and now. Jenni heard the sounds of her father moving around downstairs and smiled again as she recalled how once he had come hard in her mouth he had pulled her from her knees to his lap and had stroked her cheek and kissed her mouth tenderly. How he had looked into her eyes, seeking the truth from her soul, as he asked her how she felt about what had just happened. Jenni smiled again as she remembered looking into her precious daddy's eyes and telling him it was the most wonderful thing ever to happen to her. He had kissed her once more and gently risen from his chair with her in his arms. He had set her carefully on her feet and told her that she should go to bed, that they would talk about it in the morning, how he needed her to know he loved her above all else and how he would never hurt her. She had smiled into his deep, dark eyes and nodded as she told him she knew that already. Then she had turned and walked up the stairs, aware that his eyes were burning into her flesh as he watched her every move. She had resisted her urge to turn around and run to him begging for more as she knew he needed to be alone to think. As Jenni listened to the familiar sounds of her father closing up the house for the evening she became aware of a tingling heat between her legs. She bit her plump bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes wide, and then slowly she let one hand move down her body. She cupped her pussy through the material of her pink short pyjamas for a moment, feeling the heat of her desire and need. Then, quickly, she thrust her hands inside the leg of her shorts and using two fingers held her wet slit open to expose her throbbing, swollen clitty. Jenni's middle finger made a soft pass over the nub and an involuntary gasp was pulled from her. Jenni's sexual experiences prior to this evening had been limited to quick fumbles in the front seat of cars, in dark corners of clubs and other places. Fumbles which had always ended with Jenni flushing with embarrassment and pushing her date from her. All of which had earned her the reputation of a "good girl". Similarly with self experimentation Jenni had fumbled for a few moments before an overwhelming sense of shame overtook her ending the experiment. But tonight, tonight Jenni felt no shame. Instead she felt the need to explore her body and to discover what these feelings and needs her daddy had awoken in her were all about. Jenni flicked her finger over her swollen clitty again, her eyes closing in reaction and her nipples tightening as her clitty spasmed gently. Jenni paused for a moment, contemplating the way she was feeling, before her finger began to flick over the throbbing nub faster and faster. She felt her breathing become more ragged as her mind filled with the thoughts of how amazing her father's cock was. She sighed as her fingernail dragged over her clitty causing her body to twinge and jerk gently. The image of her daddy's swollen cock was all Jenni could think of. The warm, musky smell as it sprang free from his pants, the softness of the skin on his cockhead against her eager lips and the strength of its length and girth as he pushed it into her mouth and held her in place. Jenni's finger was moving faster and faster. Slipping and sliding over the wet folds of her slit. Then dragging over her excited clitty, the nail of her middle finger driving her wild with desire as she thought of the feel of her daddy's long, hard cock on her lips and in her mouth. Her daddy's cock. She was panting now, her body so heated from her touches that she flung the comforter from her body. The cool air caused her skin to pimple even as her finger caused her clitty and nipples to harder and grow longer. Jenni moaned as her hips began to move gently and she felt the moisture from her pussy soak her shorts and pale skinned inner thighs. Her other hand moved to one of her nipples and she plucked it hard through her pyjama top. Jenni was completely aroused and all she was aware of was the movements of her fingers and the thoughts of her daddy that filled her head. She moaned again, slightly louder this time and used her finger nail to torment her swollen clitty faster and faster. Jenni felt her heart pounding harder and she involuntarily held her breath as her body started to spasm and buck. Her pussy gushed as she came and her fingers worked faster as wave after wave of orgasm flowed over her. Her head thrashed from side to side and a loud scream was torn from her as her body was overtaken. Jenni was coming and coming hard as she fingered herself thinking of her father and what they had shared. Suddenly Jenni was disturbed by the sound of a loud groan. Her eyes jerked open as she pulled her fingers away from herself as though she was being burnt. She leapt to a sitting position and reached out to grab the comforter to herself all within an instant. Her daddy was standing in the doorway, his features shadowed by the dim light and his frame silhouetted by the light from the hallway. Jenni's heart was pounding, almost as though it would leap from her chest and she was panting both from shock and from the arousal of her actions mere moments ago. "Jenni," croaked her father. "My sweet Jenni!" He moved slowly towards her, his breathing almost as ragged as Jenni's. "D...D....Daddy.... I am sorry!! I was just.... I was just.." Jenni paused as words failed her. How could she explain to her daddy that she had been playing with herself as she thought longingly of him? "Jenni," her father's words coming in a soft, almost broken voice. "Jenni, I need you". The admission seeming to cost him more than he could cope with. Jenni leapt from her bed and ran across the room to him. She flung her arms around her precious daddy and clung to him, pressing her body tightly to his. Her eyes filled with tears as she felt his body shaking. "Daddy I need you too, I really need you Daddy. And I want you so much." Jenni's father gently grasped her face in his large hands and looked deeply into her eyes, "Jenni, are you sure?" She nodded mutely and in response heard her father groan once more. She smiled up into his eyes, loving the way he towered over her and then she gently pressed him towards a rocking chair in the corner. His face was full of anguish as he sat and looked up at his daughter. She smiled gently and leant down to press her soft lips to his. She kissed him gently and felt her father respond to her kiss. His hand snaked around her waist and pulled her close to him. His tongue slid into her mouth and he kissed her harder. His lips claiming hers as his. After a long moment he broke the kiss and smiled at his sweet daughter as she stood before him. Jenni smiled back into his eyes, wanting him to understand how much she adored him. She looked at him for the longest moment before taking two steps back from him. His eyes widened as he misunderstood her movements causing her to step back closer and to lean down and whisper in his ear, "Daddy it is ok, please stay there, please." Her father nodded as he watched her step back from him once more, this time Jenni took three steps and then stood still in front of him. Her eyes were locked on his and a soft smile played on her rose tinted lips as she slipped the tip of her tongue out long enough to moisten them. He watched as his precious daughter smiled at him, as the tip of her tongue flicked over her lips causing them to shine in the dim light and as her eyes burned into his. His breathing was calm now, but his heart was pounding and his cock was erect and straining at the material of his pants. He wanted his daughter so much; he wanted to bury his swollen, straining cock deep inside her sweet, wet folds. He wanted to claim every part of her body as his and his alone. Jenni smiled softly as she moved her hands to the top button of her pyjama top and slowly, slowly started to unbutton it. Her father's eyes widen and his heart pounded faster as he realised her intent. His daughter, His Jenni, was about to strip for him. He was going to see every inch of his beautiful daughter exposed to him. His cock leapt in his pants and he had to shift in the chair to ease the pain of the pressure. Jenni's fingers were shaking but she had no problems in unbuttoning her pyjama top. Once she had opened the last one she let her hands fall to her sides as the edges of the material hung open just an inch exposing the middle of her chest and belly to her father. She counted to ten silently then smiled and turned away from him. She reached up and eased the pyjama top from her shoulders, aware that the dim light of the bedside lamp would light her skin, causing it almost to glow as her father watched her slide her pyjama top off. Slowly she let the top fall from her body and land at her feet. She stood for a moment letting her father see her back. She wrapped her arms around her breasts, shy suddenly at the idea of being so exposed to him. Shy of her father. Worried that he would not find her pretty. As the top slipped from Jenni, exposing her naked back, her father felt his breathing stop. His heart stopped also as he marvelled at the beauty of his daughter's back. The glow of her skin, the outline of her shoulder blades, the outline of her spine. She was simply breathtaking. And she was his. Jenni closed her eyes and taking a deep breath turned to face her father. Her eyes tightly closed and her head hanging so she didn't have to see his face. She was afraid of what she would see there. Her breathing becoming ragged she stood before him, his eyes roving over her. He saw the top of her head, her hair hanging in a luxurious curtain to hide her face. His eyes roved hungrily over her flat belly, he smiled to himself as he realised she had a small pink diamante belly ring. There were things about his little girl it seemed he didn't know. His eyes burned every inch of her into his memory and he looked at the way her arms were hugging her breasts, covering herself from him. "Jenni," his voice was low and deep, "Jenni, move your arms baby." She responded after a pause only the length of a heartbeat and her obedience moved him almost as much as the sight of her breasts. Jenni was curved in all the right places with a small waist and round ass, that much he had known from seeing her running around in shorts and tight tee shirts but the sight of her naked breasts was enough to take away his breath. His daughter truly was breathtaking. And she was his. Jenni kept her head down as she moved her arms. Tears filled her eyes as her father silently looked at her high, round breasts. Her breathing was laboured and her breasts were rising and falling with each breath. She was overcome with shyness and needed his reassurance that all was well. Seconds later she heard her father speak, "Jenni.... you are breathtaking" and she raised her face to him, a brilliant smile lighting up the room as she basked in his praise. She smiled into his eyes as she pressed her breasts forward, aware of how her nipples were hard until his scrutiny. She eased her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and made to push them down as he watched. "No Jenni! Turn around." Her father spoke as he tried to prolong this wonderful moment. Obediently and instantly Jenni turned and eased down the shorts, revealing her round ass to her father. He sighed as he saw how very pale every inch of her skin was, as his cock jerked in reaction to her body and as he knew that he was doomed. Doomed to love and worship his precious daughter always. Jenni let the shorts fall to the ground and stood with them pooled around her ankles. She felt her heart pounding and the moisture from her pussy ooze down her already soaked inner thighs. She stood for what seemed like an eternity before slowly turning to face her daddy. Knowing that if he was not already aware of her arousal he would now know as the scent from her needy cunt was filling the room and her pussy lips were slick with her wetness and puffy with desire. She looked at her father as he looked at her pussy. She could see the desire and need darken his eyes as he looked at his daughter's most intimate area. Jenni's father could hardly believe what was happening. He was sitting in his daughter's bedroom, watching his precious girl strip in front of him. And she wasn't just taking off her clothes, she was teasing, exposing herself to him and for him. His eyes locked onto her pussy as he saw how neatly she trimmed the hair on her lips. Lips that he wanted to plunge his tongue between just as he had plunged his tongue into her soft mouth just moments earlier. Feeling suddenly brazen Jenni moved her legs, parting them, letting his eyes move in between her legs and see the wetness flowing from her honey cunt. She smiled as she looked at his crotch and recognised the shape of his erection straining for release. The room was filled with the scent of her cunt and the silence of their unspoken words of need. Jenni parted her legs a little more and reached down a hand to open her slit and expose her clitty. This movement pulled a groan from her father which was followed by another as Jenni flicked her nail over her clitty causing her cunt to gush down her legs. Jenni's father rose from the chair and in one step had her enveloped in his arms. Her naked breasts were crushed to his strong chest as he held her tightly. His cock pushing against her, letting her know his reaction to her. One of his hands ran gently up and down her spine before cupping her ass, one finger slipping between her ass cheeks causing them both to moan. He lifted her into the air and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he kissed her deeply. His tongue slid into her mouth and she sucked hungrily on it as he carried her to her bed. He pulled his head away before looking deeply into her shining eyes once more and asking, "Jenni, are you sure?" Jenni nodded once. He dropped her onto her bed; she lay on her back with her legs spread open wide. Open wide for daddy. Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 03 Jenni took a deep breath as she lay splayed on her bed looking up at her Daddy. She could see the need in his eyes, could feel the tension in the air and the shivering of her own arousal. She lay still on the pink and lilac comforter of her childhood bed, watching her father. Seeing how each breath caused his chest to rise and fall, how a smile played over his lips as his eyes roamed over her nakedness. She felt a tightening of her muscles, felt her pussy spasm with need causing juices to spill from her opening. Her daddy stood for what seemed to be the longest time looking down at her, admiring the way her honey blonde hair fanned out around her head, how her big blue eyes looked up at him with such obvious adoration, how her rose pink lips matched perfectly the colour of her swollen nipples. He was in awe of her, of the moment, a moment he had secretly longed for. His eyes moved from her face to her breasts then over her stomach, smiling once more as he noted the pink belly stud, down to her neatly trimmed pussy lips. His daughter's pussy lips. His eyes closed for a moment as he felt his balls tighten, felt his cock leap and strain against the material of his jeans. His daughter's pussy lips. Opening his eyes he looked back up to Jenni's eyes and smiled softly to her. He took a step back from the edge of the bed, all the time his eyes fixed on her sweet face as he moved his hands to the button on his jeans. "Jenni, are you sure?" Mutely she nodded. He laughed happily then eased the button open and slid the zipper down. Jenni's eyes were fixed on his hands. She watched as her father unzipped his jeans and in one swift movement slid the jeans and his shorts to the floor. She gasped as she saw his cock spring free, her eyes widening as she saw her daddy's swollen cock for the second time that night. He pulled his shirt over his head without wasting time to unbutton it. Jenni smiled as she saw her father naked for the first time. She moaned as she saw his cock bobbing as it lengthened. Jenni watched as he stepped from the discarded clothes and moved back to the edge of the bed. Her pussy was spasming and contracting, cunt juice liberally flowing as she felt her body react to the sight of her daddy's arousal. She was moaning softly, her nipples aching for his touch and involuntarily her hips began to move rhythmically. Jenni's mind was whirring, she was mesmerised by the sight of her father's erection. It seemed impossible to her that it would ever fit inside her body. Just that thought made her cunt clench. She wanted her daddy inside her so much. Jenni took a deep, shuddering breath as she felt the mattress move beneath her as her father put one knee onto the bed. She closed her eyes to try to get some control. She wanted to remember every moment of this. She watched as her father knelt on the bed and placed his hands on either side of her waist, his head over her stomach as he looked into her eyes. "Oh!" Her father's exclamation made Jenni jump and she looked quizzically at him as he looked downwards to her stomach. "What is it Daddy? What is wrong?" Jenni's voice was anxious, as she worried about the cause of his exclamation. "What is THIS?" His voice was stern and Jenni's heart clenched as she heard the censure in his voice. "What Daddy? What do you mean?" Jenni felt tears flood her eyes as she tried to understand what was happening. "This!" His finger flicked the pink stud piercing her belly button. Jenni felt a single tear slip down the side of her face as she realised that he was angry about her piercing. Her voice small, Jenni answered his question, "I'm sorry Daddy... it's just a stud... I can take it out?" the last an offer, a plea that he forgive her. Her father's heart melted, instantly regretting his joke at seeing how distressed his precious girl had become. He moved and gathered her into his arms, pulling her close to him. Her head nestled against his chest as he stroked her long hair making soothing noises before speaking gently. His lips brushed her ear as he assured that he that he was joking, that he liked the stud. He felt her body shake as she fought to stem the tears that were falling from her blue eyes. He felt his heart clench as he berated himself for causing her such distress when all he wanted was to cause her pleasure. He knew he would do anything to make her smile, just as she had told him earlier in the evening she would do anything to make him smile. He rocked her gently in his arms, one hand stroking her hair and the other her back as he soothed her. All he could think of at that moment was making Jenni happy again. He forgot all about her nakedness and his erection slowly faded. For several moments they lay together on her bed, the dim lamplight causing shadows on the walls. A father comforting his daughter. Gradually he felt Jenni calm. The regret for his words and actions haunted him as he felt her nestle her head closer to him, until her head was tucked under his chin. Jenni felt his pulse against her cheek and she sighed happily as she cuddled into his strong, broad chest. The sounds he was making made her feel safe and she pressed her body tightly against his, wanting to be as close to her daddy as possible. Jenni's father felt her moving against him and his softening cock leapt in response to her. He took a deep breath as he tried to fight his renewed arousal, but the feel of his daughter's soft skin against him was too much for him. Jenni squirmed against her father and felt her heart beat grow faster. She pressed her hardening nipples against his chest and smiled to herself as she felt his cock twitch and swell against her leg. She felt his body stiffen as he fought his arousal. Jenni pressed her cunt to his leg, wanting him to feel how wet she was for him. She felt him try to pull his leg away, felt him shift his body slightly. Wantonly Jenni parted her legs and moved to encircle one of her father's thighs between her legs as she thrust her hips forward. Slowly she began to pump her hips, her wet slit parting on his skin, her opening spasming as she became more and more aroused. Her cunt gushed as she pressed hard against his thigh and her father felt his daughter's cunt juice soak his skin. Letting out a groan he pushed Jenni away from him, her cunt clenching in protest as the cool air replaced his hot skin. In one swift movement Jenni's father was on his hands and knees over her body. Jenni smiled up into his eyes as he let out another groan before dipping his head to claim her mouth. Jenni snaked her arms around her daddy's back. Her hands clasping at his skin as she tried to pull him down onto her body. His tongue plunged deep into her mouth and she moaned her need as she suckled gently on it before he ripped it from her mouth and fastened his mouth over her right nipple. Jenni let out a small scream of pleasure as she felt her daddy's mouth hot and wet on her nipple. She had never experienced anything like this and the sensations flooding her body as his lips, tongue and teeth played with her swollen, tender nipple were almost too much to bear. Each time he gently bit her nipple she screamed out and felt her cunt spasm and gush. Jenni was so wet that the comforter beneath her ass was soaked with her juices. Jenni's daddy bit and sucked and licked at his daughter's nipple, marvelling in his mind at her reactions. He took pleasure in her lack of restraint, how she was not afraid to show her enjoyment. Her moans and movements drove him to bite just a little harder and he noted how the harder he bit the more she seemed to enjoy it. He longed to touch her cunt, wanted to lick her wetness, wanted to finger her slick folds, wanted to impale her with his cock. He wanted to be savage, wanted to take her rough and hard. But he couldn't. Not the first time. He resolved that the next time he was with his daughter he was going to show her just how pleasurable rough sex could be. He could hear Jenni's moans, could smell her cunt and could feel her nipple in his mouth and her body writhing beneath him. For just a moment he paused, marvelling that just two hours ago this was something he might have dreamt of but never really thought would happen. He remembered how just two hours ago his precious daughter had come to him and taken his cock into her mouth and sucked him until he exploded. He thought back to just a few minutes ago when his baby girl had stripped for him after he accidentally witnessed her bring herself to orgasm. And now, now he was seconds from sliding his hard cock into her hot, sweet box. The very thought of fucking his daughter was enough to tighten his balls and bring him to the edge of orgasm. He fought himself, determined to take time, determined to pleasure his daughter, to bring her to orgasm before allowing his own release. Jenni groaned loudly as she felt her father remove his mouth from her nipple. She pulled hard on his back, trying to bring him down to her nipple again, but his superior strength won out and she felt him slip from her embrace. For a moment she lay shuddering and then she leapt with a scream as she felt her daddy's tongue sliding up her wet folds. His face buried between her soaked thighs as he licked his daughter's pussy. The flat of his tongue slid up and down her slit three times before the tip of his tongue teased and tickled her clitty. The little nub swelling and growing as he teased and licked it. She pushed her pussy upwards, towards his mouth, moaning as his tongue worked its way down her slit once more towards her opening. She was so aroused, so excited that she was almost out of her mind. The pleasure her father was giving her was driving her crazy. Her cunt was flowing steadily as her father circled her sweet hole with the tip of his tongue. He had worried for a moment about hurting her if she wasn't wet enough, but the second he had lowered his face to her cunt that fear had disappeared. He could hardly believe how wet his little girl was. Her cunt was flowing, soaking not only his face and her pussy lips but also the comforter she was laying on. He closed his eyes as he slid his tongue up and down his daughter's slit. She tasted so good, so sweet with just a little tang. Honey and tangerine, he decided. His little girl tasted of honey and tangerine. He moaned with pleasure as he lapped up her juices, then fastened his mouth around her hole. He sucked gently and was rewarded with a mouthful of her juice. His cock twitched and jerked as he drank from his daughter's willing cunt. Jenni pressed her cunt hard against his face, almost fucking her daddy's mouth. Her fingers moved unconsciously to her nipples and as she thrust against her daddy's face she plucked at her nipples. She felt the slight pain of her fingering entwine with the pleasure of her daddy's tongue and groaned loudly. Jenni's groans spurred her father on. He circled her hole again and again and again, knowing that he was teasing her, knowing that she wanted and needed more. She moved one hand from a nipple to grasp the back of his head, trying to push him harder onto her greedy cunt. She thrust her hips against her father's mouth. "Daddddddyyy!! Please Daddy..." Jenni's voice was little more than a groan, her words barely audible, but they were enough. Her father plunged his tongue into her cunt hole, spearing her with his tongue and he began to tongue fuck his daughter as she bucked and jerked under his mouth. He pressed his hands onto her hips and pressed her to the bed so she wouldn't push him off in her excitement. His tongue slid around her inner walls, his face soaked in her juices as he felt her cunt spasm. He fucked her harder, faster, wanting to bring her to orgasm quickly. Needing to bring her to orgasm quickly, because he had resolved not to fuck her with his cock until he had pleasured her completely with his mouth. And it was a resolution he felt slipping with every passing second, his cock was so hard he could hardly bear it. Jenni moaned her pleasure, one hand plucking harder and harder at her nipple as the other twisted into her daddy's hair. "Fuck me Daddy!! Please fuck me!!" Jenni's words almost caused her father to drive his cock hard into her but he controlled his desire and tongued her harder. His hands on her hips pressing her hard to the mattress as he controlled her leaping body. He felt her spasming intensify and smiling to himself he pulled his tongue from her depths and swiftly gripped her clitty between his teeth and bit down gently before shoving his tongue back into her clenching hole and fucking her harder. Jenni felt the waves of orgasm flow over her and she let out a scream as the nip of her clitty drove her over the edge. Both her hands now on her father's head as his tongue slammed in and out of her hole she pushed against him, her orgasm wracking her body and causing her to flood her daddy's mouth over and over. Her father swallowed some of her juices while the rest flowed from his mouth, down his chin. He kept fucking her as she came. Marvelling once more at her lack of inhibitions. She was so open to him, so wonderful. His precious little girl was all he wanted. Jenni came hard and long. Her body jumped and leapt. Her cunt spasmed and flooded. Her throat ripped raw from the screams of pure ecstasy. And her mind whirling as she realised what was happening. Her daddy was eating her and she was coming for him. And she was filling his mouth with her orgasm. Gently her father withdrew his tongue from her honey cunt and licked her softly to clean up some of her juices. He laughed as that thought crossed his mind. He wasn't trying to clean her up, he just wanted more of her juice, more of her taste. He had to admit it to himself. He was intoxicated by the taste and smell of her. His Jenni. As Jenni calmed she sighed deeply and caressed her daddy's hair, loving the way it felt between her fingers. Her body felt so light, she felt as though she could float away and was glad that her daddy was still holding her down. She felt her nipples and cunt ache from use and with contentment. She sighed once more, happily, and whispered "Daddy... that was wonderful... thank you Daddy." Hearing his precious daughter thanking him for her orgasm made him stiffen even more. His hard cock was so erect he knew that he had to come soon or he would be in pain. He moved slowly from his position between his daughter's spread thighs and pulled her to him. "Now Jenni, now, I need you." His voice was slightly broken and Jenni smiled into his eyes as she leant forward slightly to kiss his lips. "Fuck me Daddy." she whispered. He nodded mutely, his arousal so intense he was no longer capable of speech. Slowly, carefully he mounted his daughter. Her soaked thighs welcoming him as he slid his cock to her opening. Jenni shivered as she felt his cockhead prodding her cunt. "I love you Daddy." she whispered. Hearing her words her father let out an agonised groan and drove hard into his daughter's cunt. In that one thrust he impaled her completely, his full cock buried in her hot, wet cunt. Simultaneously they moved, almost as though they had fucked many times before. Each knowing how to move together. Each thrusting and pushing. Each wanting to have his cock buried deep inside her. Each wanting to feel her cunt clench and tighten around his cock as he pumped his thick, hard cock into her. Jenni's daddy fucked her hard. He drove into her harder and harder, all thoughts of taking his time gone from the second he felt how welcoming her pussy was. Their eyes were locked on each other, watching each other's reactions as they ground together. Jenni clenched her cunt muscles, trying to hold his cock inside each time she felt him pull out. Her movements driving him wild, driving him to fuck her harder. Jenni moaned as she felt her daddy fucking her. She moaned loudly as she felt his balls slap against her. As her father moved his mouth to suck and bite on her nipple she screamed out her pleasure. As he plunged into her over and again she panted and groaned. She was aware of nothing but the myriad of sensations flooding her as her father took her precious virginity. Just as he was aware of nothing but the feeling of his cock being massaged as he fucked her harder and harder. Jenni's father felt his balls tighten and lift and knew that he was moments from orgasm and he wanted this first time for his daughter to come with him. He smiled into her eyes as he drove even more savagely into her and lowered his head to bite hard on her already tender nipple. Jenni screamed as his teeth closed over her tormented nipple and felt her body spasm in her second orgasm. Seconds later her father grunted loudly as he shot his come into his daughter's cunt. His seed spurted hard in jet after jet into her hot, greedy hole. He felt her cunt milk his cock and was amazed that not only had he come twice in the one evening but at the volume of come she was pulling from him. As they both calmed he stroked his daughter's face as he watched her orgasm subside. "Thank you baby." he whispered as he gathered her into his arms. She smiled happily and wriggled deeper into his embrace. "You are mine now baby, mine and no one elses." Jenni smiled contentedly as she felt her daddy's seed oozing slowly from her gaping, used hole. "Yes Daddy." Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 04 The sound of the front door slamming shut woke Jenni from her dreams. She smiled as she wriggled deeper into her warm comforter, softly sighing with contentment, still half asleep. She felt so relaxed it was as though she was floating on a cloud. And, in many ways, she was. She was so happy that her Daddy loved her as much as she loved him. She cuddled closer into his side, the heat of his body so comforting. The weight of his arm, slung over her body as they slept, so reassuring. Right at this moment Jenni felt happier and safer than she ever had in her life. This was what she wanted, to be in her Daddy's arms as they slept together, sated from their lovemaking. Jenni was startled to full wakefulness as she heard the sound of cupboard doors in the kitchen downstairs being slammed closed. Jumping to a sitting position she leant down over her sleeping father. "Daddy! Daddy!" Her whispered words frantic as she tried to rouse him. "Daddy! You have to get up!" Slowly her father's eyes fluttered open and he reached up to hook her neck with his hand and started to pull his daughter's lips to his, "Daddy! She is home!" His dark eyes widening her father leapt from her bed and scrabbled for his clothes. Jenni smiled as she watched, seeing her handsome Daddy scrabble in the dim lamplight for his clothes. Grabbing his jeans, and foregoing his shorts, he pulled them on. "Jenni, I am so sorry! This should never have happened!" Sitting in her bed, the comforter around her waist, Jenni smiled as she heard him speak. "Daddy, it was perfect. I love you so much." His eyes lingered for a long moment on her naked breasts, her nipples already peaking under his gaze. "It was perfect baby. And I love you too." They looked into each other's eyes, smiling as they shared a moment of intimate recognition of each other. There was a creak from the bottom step of the staircase and the magic of the moment was broken. Jenni jumped from her bed and grabbed her father's shorts, shoving them under her pillow as he pulled his shirt over his head. He turned from Jenni and walked towards the door, paused and turning back put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her to him. "Later baby, later." He kissed her deeply, his tongue probing her mouth as he slid a hand down to cup one of her ass cheeks. Then he was gone. Jenni stood, naked, in the middle of her bedroom floor. So much had happened in just a few hours. And she had loved every moment of it. She had become a woman. And she had become her Daddy's. Trying to ignore the muted, angry voices coming from her parent's bedroom Jenni reached for her pyjamas. She tossed them into the wicker laundry basket in the bottom of her closet and walked across the floor to her drawers. She opened the drawers and took out a clean pair of pyjamas and put on the top, leaving the shorts in the drawer. Climbing back into bed, she heard the voices grow louder as the argument escalated. She pursed her lips and nestled under the comforter. The dent in her pillow, made by her father's head, caused her heart to clench. She wriggled trying to get comfortable, using the pillow and comforter to cover her ears. Trying to block out the sounds of her parent's fight. Resisting her urge to run to her father. In her attempts to get comfortable one of her hands slid under the pillow. Her fingers felt the material of her father's shorts. She pulled them out and held them to her face, her hot tears of frustration at the now blazing row in the room next door soaking the fabric. A door slamming made her jump and she heard her father shouting, "No! This time I am leaving!" Jenni's heart stopped as she heard his words. 'Leaving'? Surely he wasn't leaving. How could her Daddy leave? She lay rigid in her bed, listening to her parents, the hated filled words of their argument shaking her to her core but second to the fear that her father was, indeed, leaving. Surely he wouldn't leave her. She couldn't bear it if her Daddy left. A deep sob wracked her body, her emotions raw from all that had taken place that evening. She clutched her father's shorts to her breasts and felt the burn of her tears as they streamed down the sides of her face as she lay on her side. The fighting continued, the words unheard by Jenni as she felt the pain of her fear claw at her. Then silence as the door to her parent's bedroom was slammed shut with such force the house rattled. Complete silence. The sobs subsiding, Jenni turned to face the door, straining to hear any movements. But there were none. There was nothing but silence. Jenni couldn't understand what was happening. There had been a fight, a door slammed, but no one had gone down the stairs. What was going on? And more importantly, was her Daddy alright? She lay for five agonising minutes, watching the hands on her old fashioned alarm clock ticking away each second. Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore and quietly got out of bed. She grabbed her robe from the hook on the door and put it on, tying the sash with a loose knot. Pressing her ear to the door Jenni listened for any sounds, but there were none. Slowly she turned the door handle and eased the door open. Peering out she could see nothing in the gloom of the night. The lights downstairs were off and the only illumination was that cast through the crack of her door from the dim lamp. "Jenni, you should be in bed." Her father's hushed tones were enough to startle Jenni and she let out a small yelp of surprise. Opening the door wider she was able to make out the figure of her father sitting on the top step of the staircase. Looking quickly to the door of her parent's bedroom and seeing that there was no light shining from under it she moved quietly across the hall to sit by her father. She leant against his side and rested her head on his shoulder, "I am sorry she treats you that way, Daddy." Her whispers only just reaching his ear. "It isn't all her fault, baby. It really isn't." Jenni lifted her head to look at her father's face as she heard the tones of exhaustion and resignation in his voice. "But Daddy..." Jenni was cut off by her father placing a finger over her lips. "Jenni, despite everything, despite what has happened tonight between us, she is still your mother and I can't let you think it is all her fault. It just happened..." His voice trailed off and Jenni pressed a kiss to the finger he still held over her lips. "Are you really leaving Daddy?" Jenni's voice was small and she held her breath as she waited for his answer. "No. I really should, but how can I leave now?" His eyes burned into hers as they sat closely together on the step. "How can I ever leave you, Jenni?" His daughter had brought him back from the brink of despair. For months he had been in a place he had struggled to keep control of. Now, with Jenni's love, he could see a point in life, a future. Smiling happily, her heart pounding as she understood the implications of his words, Jenni leant forward to softly kiss his lips. The kiss was soft and gentle. A sweet kiss of promise and love. Breaking away he looked at her, his eyes full of anguish. "But what have I done? Jenni, this isn't right. I should never have taken advantage of you like this." She smiled softly and leaning towards him, her lips brushing his ear, whispered, "But Daddy, it is right. It was always meant to be. I love you." Her words tore a groan from him and he wrapped a fist in her long, loose hair and used it to pull her hard towards him. This kiss was not soft. This kiss was hard. This kiss was claiming the promise. "Suck me Jenni, suck me now." Mutely Jenni slid down three steps and turned to kneel facing her Daddy. She smiled at him as she reached towards the button and zip of his jeans and unfastened them. His cock sprang towards her face and she giggled softly as she stuck the tip of her tongue out and licked the head. She ran the tip of her tongue over the softness of his cockhead, circling it and then lapping delicately at the ridge on the underside. Her father put his hands behind himself and leant back, giving her greater access of his hard cock. Moaning almost in unison, she as she licked and he as he felt the softness of her tongue teasing his cock to swell even more. "I am not as young as I used to be, Jenni. I have already come twice tonight; I don't think I can come again. But I want to feel your mouth and tongue. Oh God! Jenni.. your tongue..." His words trailed off as Jenni ran her tongue down the length of his cock. She moaned when she tasted her pussy juice on his shaft. Closing her eyes she took his cockhead into her warm, wet mouth and suckled gently. One of his hands came to caress her hair as he watched his daughter licking and sucking his cock. His pretty little girl had his cockhead in her mouth and was driving him almost insane with desire. Her tongue swirled over his cockhead as she pressed her head down, taking more of his cock into her mouth. Licking and sucking, she looked up and saw his eyes were fixed on her, his expression one of pure pleasure. Sliding her mouth up and down his hard cock Jenni tightened her lips. She could feel every ridge and vein and when her lips circled his cockhead she couldn't contain her desire and need to run her tongue over it. She loved the softness of his cockhead, the feeling on her lips so exciting that her cunt spasmed each time. Feeling the saliva in her mouth build up Jenni started to slide up and down his length faster and faster. Her tongue busy the whole time as she swirled it over every wonderful inch of her Daddy's cock. His hand on her hair driving her to please him more and more. She sucked and licked until she had to pull her head off his cock to catch her breath. Giggling softly she looked up at him and told him that she needed more practice. He looked at her seriously and said, "No, Jenni. You are perfect as you are." There was silence for a moment as they looked into each other's eyes. Then smiling sweetly Jenni kissed the tip of his cock. He shook his head and laughed quietly, his hand still on her hair. She sank her mouth over his erection, taking more into her mouth than she ever had before. The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat and she gagged, pulling her head off once more. Her blue eyes were full of tears, a reflex to her gag. One trickled down her right cheek and her father moved his hand to brush the tear away with the pad of his thumb. Jenni moved her head back down and licked every inch of his shaft, and then kissed his cock carefully all over. She wrapped her lips around his cockhead and very slowly slid her mouth down. Pausing for a moment to calm her breathing Jenni looked up into her Daddy's eyes then forced her mouth down hard over his cock. She took every inch of it into her mouth, the cockhead filling her throat. Tears flooded her eyes once more and she fought her gag reflex for a moment with her lips locked tightly around the base of his cock. Blinking her father watched as his daughter deep throated his cock. He could feel her throat spasm and see the tears sparkling in her baby blue eyes. He knew how much this was costing her and he was choked with emotion, knowing she was doing this for him, for his pleasure. Jenni slid her tongue over the root of his cock before pulling her head up, her lips clamped tightly around his thickness. She swirled her tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock, swirling and dancing the tip of it, then licking with the flat of her tongue. His moans spurring her on as her tongue pushed him closer and closer to orgasm. He shook his head as he realised that if she continued to lick and suck him in this way he would come again, for the third time over the past few hours. That knowledge amazed him, he couldn't remember the last time he had managed such a feat. But then, he reflected, he couldn't remember the last time he had been so aroused. His daughter was giving him a new lease of life in many ways. The sensations of her teasing tongue filled his mind and with a groan he pulled her head deep onto his cock. Forcing his cock into her throat he held her in place, feeling her choke, feeling her throat spasm as she fought for breath. He knew he had to release her and reluctantly let her pull her head up. She slid her mouth over his cock, gasping and choking. Tears streaming down her cheeks. His first feeling was excitement to see her almost choke on his erection. Guilt flooded through him a mere heartbeat later but his arousal was such that for one selfish moment he ignored it. Viciously twisting his hand into her long blonde hair he pulled her head down hard onto his cock and thrust his hips hard, fucking her mouth, her throat. She struggled and her struggles excited him even more. He held her in place and leaning back on one hand pumped his hips, fucking her tight throat, relishing the feeling of her throat spasms and struggles. Jenni tried to move her head, but his vice like grip kept her in place. Her breathing was almost impossible and the tears filling her eyes blurred her vision. The tears streaming down her face were burning just as her throat was burning with her Daddy's frantic fucking. Her head began to spin and her vision became even more blurred as he slammed his long cock even harder into her throat. Just as Jenni thought she could take no more she heard him groan as jets of hot cum shot deep into her throat. She felt her father release her head and she pulled her mouth from his cock, gasping for breath. A second spurt of hot come splashed onto her face as she desperately drew air into her lungs. A third jet landed on her throat as she pulled her head back in surprise. Her father watched his come land on his daughter's face, watched as it dripped from her chin and dribbled down her throat onto the exposed skin of her chest. He watched as she slowly calmed her breathing. He was horrified at what he had just done. He had forced his cock deep into her throat. He had held his daughter in place while he had used her for his own selfish needs. But God! He couldn't remember ever coming that hard before. Tears still streaming down her face, come sliding over her face, Jenni looked up at her father. Her eyes were wide. They looked at each other for a long moment before he reached out one hand and stroked her hair. Jenni closed her eyes and pressed her head into his hand. All was well between them. She sighed happily as she saw his smile. Teasingly she slid the tip of her tongue out of her mouth and tried to catch some of her Daddy's come. He chuckled as he watched; he scooped some of his seed up on two of his fingers and held them to her lips. Opening her mouth she sucked greedily. Watching her eat his come so eagerly he felt a stirring in his almost flaccid cock. He shook his head as he wondered what he had done to deserve such pleasure. "Sorry baby." Her eyes burned into his as she just looked at him, her head on one side, her tongue licking her lips, seeking more of his come. "What for Daddy?" "Hurting you baby." "I wanted it Daddy." Her eyes told him she was speaking the truth. Before he could reply a sound from the bedroom he shared with her mother caused them both to start. They were mere feet from the door and if it was opened it would be impossible to explain away the fact that he was sitting with his cock out of his jeans and his daughter between his thighs. The come on her face would be the icing on the cake. Standing up, he pulled her to her feet. "Come baby, I think you need a shower." Lifting her gently in his arms, he cradled her as he carried her back into her bedroom, kicking the door quietly closed behind them as he made for her en-suite. Nestling into his chest, Jenni could feel his come on her skin. She sighed contentedly, knowing she was his and that he would keep her safe always. Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 05 The warmth of her father's body relaxed Jenni as he carried her in his arms across her bedroom floor. She licked her lips and smiled as she tasted his cum. Just a few minutes ago he had held her head in place, as she struggled to get free, fucking her throat until he pulled his cock out to come over her face. For a few moments Jenni had panicked; fear induced by his vice like grip on her head and by her inability to breathe. But that fear had subsided when she looked up and saw his face. In that moment he was not the Daddy she had grown up adoring, he was a man using a woman. A man who needed release. And she wanted him to have it. When his come had splashed onto her face it had startled her. It was the first time she had ever watched a cock spasm and shoot come. The feel of it, the pure force, as it hit her skin had surprised her. It had also aroused her and now as her Daddy carried her to the shower she could feel hot wet the material of her robe was. She had become so aroused her cunt had flooded and soaked her robe. His forced use of her mouth had scared her and also aroused her. As he had thrust into her throat she had ground her cunt hard onto her heel, feeling the hardness ease her need enough to allow her to concentrate just on his pleasure. Jenni blushed as she thought of a recurring fantasy she had once had. Being forced to submit. She had always been a "good girl" and being forced took away her responsibility for whatever happened. Of course, she had never been in such a situation. She was too cautious and sensible for that; but the fantasy had always been there. And tonight her Daddy had; albeit unknowingly; fulfilled that fantasy, at least in part. She nestled into his chest, her face pressed to him, his heart beat in her ear. She sighed contentedly and rubbed her face against her father's chest. He chuckled as she moved, "Feeling good baby?" Nodding, Jenni smiled happily. Her father reached the door of her en-suite and pushed open the door to the small room. Setting her carefully onto her feet in the middle of the room he stepped back from her and smiled into her eyes. "Are you sure you are ok, sweetie? I was pretty rough with you out there." His voice cracked slightly as he recalled his selfish use of his pretty daughter. "Yes Daddy!" Rising onto her tip toes Jenni kissed him softly on the lips. "I already told you that!" She smiled into his eyes, wanting him to understand that whatever he did was perfect with her. Smiling down at her, seeing her sparkling eyes and soft lips, he couldn't resist reaching out to brush a stray tendril of her honey blonde hair from her face. She was so precious and he was so grateful for the gift she had given him. The gift of herself. He felt tears flood his eyes, emotional that she was giving herself so freely. It had been a long time since his wife, Jenni's mother, had even smiled at him, never mind been intimate. They just couldn't stop fighting. It was getting worse and when he had told Jenni earlier that he should leave he had meant it. But he had also meant it when he asked her; in response to her frightened question of whether her meant it, how he could leave now. He knew he could never leave Jenni, his Jenni. Looking to the side he lifted Jenni's hair brush and smiling at her teasingly said, "Now young lady, turn around. Your hair is a mess!" Giggling Jenni obeyed and stood still while he started to run the brush through her slightly tangled mane. He marvelled at how soft it was, how it seems to sparkle and shine like spun gold in the light. Jenni felt the brush on her hair and sighed as she let her Daddy take care of her. It felt so good to have him brush her hair. It felt so good to be so cared for. She moaned softly, enjoying the tingles that ran from her scalp over her body as the brush worked out the small tangles and brushed her hair to a shine. After a few moments her father felt a twinge in his crotch. He shook his head as he mocked himself mentally. "There is no chance bud" he thought to himself. He swatted her right ass cheek gently with the back of the brush before setting it aside to put his hands on his daughter's shoulders. He gently started to massage her shoulders. He knew that the position she had been in on the stairs had put pressure on her shoulders and neck and he wanted to ease it. Gently his fingers worked out the knots that had built up in her muscles. He felt her react to his touch, a slight jump as he found a tender spot, a slump when he worked it free. Smiling, he worked gently, enjoying the sounds of her moans and mews. He slid his hands down her spine, the silk of her robe slippery under his fingers. He moved his hands around her waist, enjoying the feel of her as she stepped back against him. Deftly he untied the loose knot holding the sash of her robe open and stepped back, chuckling as he heard her groan of protest, and eased the robe from her body. Seeing her naked ass he chuckled once more. "No panties, my sweet one?" His fingers slid up her stomach, pulling her tank top over her head. He smiled as she obediently raised her arms, without speaking, to let him remove her clothes. Resisting the temptation to cup her breasts as she pressed her ass into his throbbing crotch he tutted at her softly and pushed her forward a step before running his hands down over her stomach. He loved the way her soft skin felt so warm and smooth on his fingers. He loved the feel of the little diamante belly stud as his thumb dragged over it. He slid his hands around her waist and down over her round ass. His body reacted to the feel of her ass cheeks cupped in his hands, tingles and shivers running over him and his cock spasming in his jeans. Shaking his head at his wishful thinking he ran his hands up the length of her spine and back to her shoulders and neck where he concentrated on making sure there were no tender spots or knots. "I am going to massage you constantly baby." Putting his mouth down to her ear he continued, "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel." His tongue flicked over her earlobe and traced the outline of her ear as his fingers dug a little harder into her tight muscles. He licked her earlobe gently then blew on the moisture, teasing her and getting a little moan of need in response. He chuckled lightly and moved his mouth from her ear. Throwing her head back Jenni let out a moan as her father's magic fingers worked out all the pressure in her shoulders and neck. "Mmm Daddy, that feels so good." Her whole body was relaxing in response to the activity of her father's fingers. He smiled as he kissed the top of her head. Finishing his massage Jenni's Daddy ran his hands gently over her shoulders and back, down to her sweet ass. He really couldn't get enough of his daughter's ass, he reflected. He squeezed her ass playfully and then took his hands away, only to lightly swat her right ass cheek. Jenni jumped and yelped in mock pain, turning to face her Daddy. "That hurt!" she pouted, batting her eyelashes at him. He shook his head as he laughed at her antics. She made him so very happy, in so many ways he thought. "Right, missy!" He pretended to scold her. "You have been a very dirty girl tonight and I think you need a good wash!" He made to grab Jenni and missed as she squealed with delight and darted out of reach to the other side of the bathroom. She stood there naked, giggling, no trace of self consciousness. She felt no need to hide her body from him. She loved him and knew he loved her too. And she enjoyed watching his eyes roam over her. Looking stern he moved across the room and captured her in his arms, lifting her from the floor. She kicked and struggled, playing with her Daddy as he carried her to the shower cubicle. Jenni giggled and protested as he dumped her unceremoniously into the shower. She watched as he turned the water to cold, her eyes widening. "You wouldn't! Would you?" The certainty in her initial statement waning with her question. She was answered with a sudden, shocking jet of icy water. Jenni screamed in protest, her skin pimpling and her nipples peaking instantly. She tried to move from the jets of cold water pounding down onto her body but was held in place by her Daddy. He chuckled as he watched her squirm and struggle; turned off the cold water with one hand as with the other he shucked off his shirt and jeans. Jenni standing shivering as she watched him undress. She shuddered with cold as he stepped into the cubicle beside her. He turned the knobs controlling the water temperature and warm water flowing gently over her body. He reached up to angle the shower head so the water landed on her forehead, just on her hairline, as he tilted her head back and kissed her hard. The kiss totally distracted her and she melted into his arms. Both her arousal and the warm water raising her body temperature. The stream of water flowing onto her hairline made her shiver, sending tingles throughout her body. Her father's tongue probing her mouth, arousing her. Slowly he broke the kiss and pulled away. He smiled at her and lifted a large, natural sponge from the small bench. He rubbed it over her belly, in small circular motions; the water soaking into the dry sponge making it soft as it was trailed over her stomach. Jenni closed her eyes and stood enjoying the sensations of the water tingling over her body, the way it hit her hairline was so relaxing and the movements of the sponge adding to the hedonism of the moment. Moaning softly she felt all tension melt from her, the shock of the cold water, just moment earlier, made this even more erotic and she smiled as she felt her Daddy moving the sponge up over her breasts. "Baby I am going to wash you, every inch of you." Her father's words coming as he opened a bottle of body wash and holding it over her breasts dripped the contents onto her skin. Jenni opened her eyes to watch as the white, creamy liquid dripped slowly onto her breasts. She watched it start to flow from the bottle, coating her breasts; her nipples peeking through the slick covering. Her father began to slowly move the sponge over her breasts, the lotion lathering as he made circular movements. The suds slipping down her body with the flow of water. As he moved the sponge over her body Jenni mutely followed his directions; raising her arms one by one, then turning as her Daddy washed her back. The sponge, nudging between her legs, drew a moan from her as she felt her Daddy slide the sponge over her pussy lips and down the skin of her inner thighs. Every moment was both pleasure and torture. Every moment filled with the weight of their unspoken words, heavy with their joint desire. Smiling gently at his daughter as he carefully washed her beautiful, young body he reached down and kissed her tenderly on the top of her head. The sponge held in one hand, still moving it over her body, he reached between her legs with his other hand. He used two fingers to hold her slit open as he eased a finger up and down between her folds. He watched her eyes glaze over as he ran his nail over her clitty. He felt her body jerk in reaction to the stimulation of his finger as he teased her swelling bud. Smiling to himself as he enjoyed her instantaneous reaction to his touch he continued to circle her clitty before moving to press his finger hard onto it. She gasped as she started to come under his finger. Her legs buckled and he caught her in his arms, supporting her as the spasms of her orgasm weakened her. Feeling her calm he ran the sponge over her body once more, enjoying watching her reaction to the sponge. Finally he set the sponge aside and watched as the water flowed over her soapy body, rinsing her clean. He smiled as he watched her blink as some water got into her eyes and he reached a thumb out to wipe the water from her eye. Tenderly he turned her to face the wall, pulling her nakedness against his. Wrapping his arms around her he whispered words of love and promise. He reached for another bottle and poured some of the liquid onto his palm before carefully applying it to her long hair. Lovingly he lathered the shampoo, washing her hair, his fingers slipping through it as he made sure to take care not to get any into her eyes. Jenni leant against his chest as she enjoyed every second of this attention. His chest felt so broad and strong against her back. She didn't want the moment ever to end. Letting the water wash the suds from her hair her father sighed as he felt her body pressed tight against his. He slid his hands onto her shoulders and down over her arms, loving their shape. His hands caught hers and their fingers entwined as they stood leaning against each other in the stream of warm water. Pulling away slowly from her again he reached for the conditioner. Filling his palm with the thick crème he ran his fingers through her hair, pausing as he came to a tangle, feeling her tense as though afraid he would pull her hair. Making soothing noises he worked the tangle out gently and ran his fingers through her hair again to ensure each strand was coated. Once more Jenni's Daddy held his daughter close as the water rinsed her hair of the lotion. He closed his eyes, inhaling her scent as he allowed his hands to blindly move over her body. Trying to ingrain every curve and plane of her form into his mind. He struggled with his thoughts. He knew that what they had shared was wrong in the eyes of society. He knew that he should never have known his daughter this intimately by the rules of the culture they lived in. But it had felt so right, so natural. It did feel so right. As Jenni had said it felt as though it was meant to be. It felt as though it had always been destined. He shook his head as he laughed at this notion. He had never believed in destiny. But, yet, this felt so good. Surely something that felt this good couldn't be wrong. He sighed. He knew that Jenni had meant it when she said she was his forever. He knew that she would not end this. He knew that if it was to end it would be up to him to do so. It would be his responsibility to break his daughter's heart. That very notion made his heart clench. His fingers bit into her waist as the thought of hurting her in that way struck him. He couldn't do that to her. He could never hurt her that way. He couldn't hurt his little girl so badly. He also acknowledged that his self control wasn't strong enough to be able to resist her charms. Not now he had tasted them; not now he had tasted his daughter. For better or worse, now they had started this, it would continue. Smiling grimly to himself, he acknowledged his decision. One of the hardest he had ever had to contemplate and one he wasn't entirely sure was right. But his body, his heart, his soul told him it was right, that this love was right. It was right for him and right for his daughter. Hugging her hard he leant down and whispered in her ear that it was time to get out of the shower. Jenni looked at him over her shoulder, pulling a face as she protested his decision. Chuckling at her expression he flicked her nose gently with a finger before turning off the water. Stepping out of the shower he lifted a huge bath sheet and holding his arms open wrapped her in the warm towel. Jenni's shivers stopped as the warm towel enveloped her and her Daddy hugged her tightly. He moved away and quickly rubbed his body dry before pulling on his shirt and jeans. She smiled as he lifted her in his arms, pausing to lift her hair brush, to carry her through to her bedroom. Giggling, Jenni wiggled in his arms. She loved the way he carried her so easily, as though she weighed no more than a feather. It made her feel so small and so safe. Her Daddy made her feel so good and she was so happy to be held in his arms. Grunting, her father staggered mid-way across the floor causing Jenni to yelp with surprise as he dumped her onto the bed. She watched as he staggered for another few moments before falling onto the bed beside her. Through wide eyes she looked at him, worry flooding through her, before letting out a scream as he leapt to his feet and started to tickle her. The sound of her scream made them both freeze. They listened to hear if there was any sound from the next room, their eyes locked on each other. There was only silence. Jenni's father fell to the bed once more, this time with relief, before he turned to her and fixed her with a stern look. "You're going to have to be quieter in future young lady! That nearly gave me a heart attack!" "It serves you right Daddy! I thought you'd had a heart attack and I was so worried." He looked at her carefully, his eyes taking in her slender form, "Do you think I am so old I can't carry a tiny thing like you without having a heart attack?" His voice full of his laughter. Indignantly Jenni fixed him with a glare as she retorted, "You are not old!" Her vehement emphasis of the word 'not' calming his laughter. "I am baby." He spoke in a low voice, "We have to face facts. I'm not just old enough to be your father; I am your father." They both paused, looking into each other's eyes. The words hanging in the air between them. Jenni's father saw a dark shadow pass over his daughter's face and he felt every muscle in his body tense, felt his heart clench. This was it, he thought to himself. This is where she realises this has been a mistake. He blinked hard, determined not to let the tears coming to his eyes fall. He took a deep breath, opening his mouth to speak. Knowing that he had to be the strong one, that he had to make this easy for her. "Daddy... I know you are my father. But that doesn't make you old." Through the film of tears in his eyes he watched his daughter move towards him, her hand caressing his cheek as she whispered, "I am your girl Daddy, I love you. I will always be your girl." As her soft lips touched his a single tear trickled from his eye. Jenni tilted her head to one side and smiled before pressing her lips to the tear, kissing it away. Overwhelmed, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his lap. Shaking his head he excused his sentimentality as exhaustion, blaming her for dragging so many orgasms from him. She laughed lightly as she laid her head against his shoulder. Her hair, still wet, brought him back to his senses and he took the towel and gently rubbed her hair dry. Jenni sighed happily as she felt her Daddy pull her hairbrush through her damp hair. It was such a lovely feeling to have her hair brushed. It was many years since anyone, barring her hairdresser, had brushed it and she felt the hypnotic effects of the repeated action driving everything but the sensations of the brushing from her mind. Holding her on his lap her father slid the brush over her hair, removing the slight tangles, smoothing it into a long, straight curtain. He kissed her head gently, set the brush aside and cradled her, rocking slightly as he felt her nestle into his chest. "It's late baby and we both need some sleep. Get dressed and I will tuck you in. We can talk tomorrow." His voice betraying his reluctance to end the moment, to leave her. As she answered with a yawn he laughed gently and watched as she walked to the dresser and pulled out a short nightie. "Very cute sweetie" he murmured as he watched her ease the short lilac nightie over her head. "Do you like it Daddy?" Jenni smiled at him as she twirled before him, showing off her nightie and long, pale legs. "Oh yes! I like! I like a lot." "Daddy! I meant the nightie!" Jenni giggled as she saw his eyes on her legs. Chuckling he replied, "So did I baby!" Mock reproach in his voice. "What did you think I meant?" A smile before adding, "Now get into bed!" Jenni grinned at her Daddy as she climbed into bed. She sat against the head board as he leant down and kissed her forehead. They locked eyes and he let out a groan as he sank to sit on the bed beside her. They moved together and their lips locked in a passionate kiss. His tongue invading her mouth, her moans muffled by the kiss. His hand stroked her cheek, his thumb rubbing small circles as they kissed. Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 05 "Go to sleep," he murmured as he rose and stood watching as his precious girl snuggled down into her comforter, "How did I get to be so lucky?" His words a whisper audible only to himself, he watched her eyelids flutter as she tried to muffle a yawn. "Night Daddy." Her voice full of sleep already as he turned and walked to the door. He paused to look back and saw that she was already asleep. Her face so young and innocent. His precious daughter. "Good night my sweet girl," he whispered, "sweet dreams baby." He opened the door and closed it, careful not to make a sound, before going downstairs to spend what he expected to be a sleepless night on the couch. Hours later, after tossing and turning without getting a wink of sleep, he gave in. He climbed the stairs, seeing the clock in the hallway reading 3:08am. In the hallway he paused; conflicted, but his need for her won through. He opened the door, crept inside the room quietly. He took off his jeans and shirt, pulled back the comforter and eased into bed beside her. As he lay there, finally feeling as though sleep would come to him, he heard her speak. "I knew you would come back." She cuddled against his nakedness, her body warm from sleep. Within seconds they fell asleep together, his arms holding her close. Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 06 Jenni yawned gently, her eyes still closed. She smiled softly to herself as she thought about everything that had happened last night. Snuggling into her Daddy's arms, she heard his gentle snores. She was almost afraid to open her eyes, just in case everything disappeared and she was left alone in her bed. Sighing contentedly she ran a mental check over her body. She felt so relaxed, so rested and so used. Her pussy was tender, her Daddy had taken her virginity and she could still feel his hard cock inside her body. She opened one eye and seeing her father still there, his arms still cradling her as he slept, his leg still thrown over hers she wanted to laugh with joy. She was so very happy. Her Daddy had taken her as his. And she knew that she would crawl over broken glass to please him. Thinking back to the tremors of fear she had felt as she had first approached him, then the excitement that had coursed over her entire being as he had allowed her to take his erect cock into her mouth. Thinking of sucking his cock she licked her lips and gently moved a hand down over her own body until she was able to move it across to his crotch. She let out a soft moan as she felt how hard his cock was. Her Daddy's cock, his wonderfully hard, long cock that he had plunged deep into her body after catching her coming as she teased her clitty. She blushed as she remembered the shame she felt at being caught and the joy she had felt as he had filled her. Remembering the argument he and her mother had and how he had threatened to leave, Jenni felt a frisson of fear. But she calmed again as she remembered how after fucking her mouth he had told her he could never leave her. Just as she knew she could never leave him. She knew that she would be her Daddy's forever. Feeling her nipples tingle Jenni slowly let her hand gently run over his cock again. It was so hard and long, her mouth watered as she thought of running her tongue over it. She wanted so badly to feel the velvety softness of his cock head on her lips. Carefully Jenni threw back the comforter, she felt her nipples harden and her pussy moisten as she looked at her father's naked body as he lay sleeping beside her. Moving slowly, she wriggled out from under his leg and from his arms. Crawling very slowly she moved down the bed, coming to a rest with her face inches from his erection. Sliding her tongue over her lips Jenni moved closer, inhaling his scent, his essence. He smelt warm and musky, so very masculine. Softly she ran the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock. She moaned as she tasted him. Not wanting to wake him, wanting to have this time to look at her Daddy, Jenni licked so very slowly. She eased her tongue around his cockhead, feeling the ridge before his shaft, moaning gently as she remembered just how good that ridge felt as she sucked his cock. Using the tip of her tongue she teased the little vee shaped area of the ridge under his cock. She wanted so much to suck him into her warm mouth, but she didn't want to wake him. Not yet. Jenni slid down the bed, her tongue running a trail down the inside of his leg, finally reaching his foot. She moved down and licked a soft track along his instep, then wiggling her tongue moved to his big toe. Gently she slid her mouth over it, sucking softly, careful not to rouse him. She moved her mouth to his other foot and slid the tip of her tongue gently over the instep before suckling softly on his big toe. Resisting her urge to slide her tongue between his toes she licked her way up his other leg, every part of him mesmerising her. Coming back to his cock she licked his cockhead gently. Softly running the flat of her tongue over him she smiled as she saw his cock stir. Moaning with pleasure as she tasted the drop of pre cum that oozed from the tip of his soft cock head. Jenni knew that she would never tire of licking and sucking on his cock. She watched his balls, curiously for a few moments, seeing how they moved slightly as his cock hardened even more. Continuing her journey up his body Jenni slid her tongue over the hair above his cock and up over his stomach. Moaning softly as she felt her cunt grow wetter she licked over his chest and came to his nipple. She licked a circle around it, gently, carefully then blew softly, eyes widening as she saw his nipple react by peaking. Swirling her tongue over the hardening nub she sucked softly. When her father moaned and moved slightly she pulled her head off. She didn't want to wake him. She wanted this time to enjoy learning his body. She watched him, wondering if she had woken him, but was soon reassured that he was still sound asleep. Smiling again as she looked at his sleeping face Jenni felt her heart swell. She loved this man. Loved him totally. She was, forever, her Daddy's girl. Seeing he had settled once more Jenni lowered her head, her long hair brushed his chest as she fluttered her eyelashes, letting them brush against his skin as she moved her face down towards his cock once more. The whole while she was inhaling his scent, luxuriating in it, loving it. She nudged his cock softly with her nose as she used her eyelashes to give him more butterfly kisses over his shaft. She smiled happily, enjoying herself. Loving his body. Her nipples sent tingles over her body, smiling she slid her top over her head and moved her body, careful not to wake him, until she had a nipple close to his shaft. She licked a finger and rubbed the wetness onto her nipple then slid her nipple gently up and down his length. A groan escaped from her lips as her tender flesh touched his hardness. She moaned softly as she felt the ridge of his cockhead tease her swollen nipple. Jenni could no longer contain herself. She moved once more, coming to rest with her head beside his cock. She slid her tongue softly over his shaft, closed her lips over his cockhead as she suckled gently on it. Her father groaned softly and shifted in his sleep. The groan drove Jenni on and she slid her mouth down over his hardness. Moaning with satisfaction as she felt his length slide over her tongue. Sucking slightly harder she moved her head up and down, feeling his cock swell and lengthen even more in her mouth. No longer was she careful not to wake him. Now, she wanted him to wake. Sucking harder she swirled her tongue over his shaft. Flicking, varying the pressure, sliding her tongue over every inch of his cock as she started to bob her head up and down. Starting to rouse Jenni's father moved, bringing his arm over his face. Jenni looked up to his face, watching as he moved his arm, stretching it across the pillow. His eyes flickering, head rolling as slowly he roused from his sleep. A slight chill made him shiver, his body naked as he lay in his daughter's bed. He was dreaming, a wonderful dream, he shuddered slightly as in his dream a hot, wet mouth slid up and down his cock. He tried to fight against waking, didn't want the dream to end, didn't want to wake up and find himself alone in a cold bed, just as he had woken every morning for almost the past year. He tried to cling to the last remnants of sleep, clinging to the wonderful dream. A dream where his beautiful Jenni came to him, where his beautiful Jenni gave herself to him. With a sudden start he came to full consciousness. His head jolted from the pillow, his mind full of a sudden knowledge. As he remembered every amazing detail of the evening and night before he realised that it was not a dream. And the sensations of a mouth pleasuring his cock didn't disappear. He looked down and groaned as he saw his Jenni looking up at him, her blue eyes shining, her beautiful rose pink lips wrapped tightly around his erection. It hadn't been a dream. He groaned again as her tongue flicked over the sweet spot on the underside of his cock, pressing on the vein. He reached down and stroked her hair. His eyes darkening as he watched his daughter sucking on his cock. "Jenni." That single word full of so much emotion told her all she needed to know. Smiling as best she could as she sucked harder on him Jenni reached a hand up to him. He took it, entwined his fingers in hers as he felt his orgasm near. Seeing his eyes start to roll, feeling his cock twitch Jenni sucked harder and faster. She wanted his come. Wanted to help her Daddy come hard. Curling her tongue she pressed it onto the base of his cock and slid it upwards, all the while sucking hard, milking his cock with her mouth and lips. Her father twisted his fingers into her long hair. "Take it baby, take it." His voice cracking as he felt his balls rise and his come spurt into her busy mouth. Jenni sucked harder, drinking the first shot of come down. As his cock twitched and filled her mouth again she stopped sucking, still swirling her tongue, wanting to keep his come in her mouth. His head thrashed from side to side as she started sucking again, her sucking pulled every drop of come from his balls. As she felt his orgasm calm, Jenni slid her mouth upwards, holding his come in her mouth. Savouring the flavour she smiled at her Daddy as he lay, sated, on her bed. She wrinkled her nose cheekily at him, opening her mouth to show him his come on her tongue. Closing her mouth she swallowed it, opening again to show him that her mouth was empty. Showing her Daddy she had drunk his come. Watching her, seeing his creamy come on her pink tongue her father thought his heart would burst. He laughed as he saw her wrinkle her nose. An affectation she had developed as a child, pretending to be a bunny rabbit. His little girl was so full of fun and life. And right now she was also full of his come. Jenni nestled her face against his softening cock, slipping the tip of it in and out of her mouth, playing with it as she sighed contentedly. He smiled at her, beckoned her to come to him and when she crawled into his arms he kissed the top of her head affectionately. "Good morning baby." Each word punctuated by a soft kiss. Jenni moaned contentedly in response, burrowing her head into his neck, her lips on his shoulder. He pulled the comforter up and felt her press her body against his. Sliding his hand under her top he feathered one of her nipples as he looked into her eyes. Grinning as he saw her eyes roll he pulled gently on the swelling bud. Twisting her nipple gently he watched, gauging her reaction as he twisted slightly harder. He continued to twist gradually harder, seeing her eyes widen and feeling her body press into his. He had judged her correctly. His sweet little Jenni was enjoying the pain. His daughter was becoming aroused by the pain of his fingers twisting her nipple. "Do you like that, baby?" No answer was needed as he slid two fingers of his other hands between her legs, under her shorts, and felt her wetness. "I thought you might, Jenni." A slight pull on her sensitive nipple causing her to yelp and her pussy to get wetter. "Good girl. My good girl." He pressed his lips to hers as he pulled hard on her nipple. Her scream of surprise muffled in his kiss. Jenni's eyes were wide. Tears making her blue eyes sparkle. Tears of shock and joy combined. "Daddy." The single word stuttered as she fought to maintain control of her body and reactions. The single word telling him that she was indeed his, in every way. He nodded gently in response, his fingers releasing her tender nipple. The fingers between her legs flicking her clitty, circling and teasing it, bringing his daughter to the point of orgasm. Her body trembling with need as she gazed wordlessly into his eyes. He pressed his mouth to her ear, whispering to her that she was to be allowed to come for him. Her body shuddered against his as he pushed her over the edge of her orgasm. His hand clamped over her mouth, her cries of ecstasy buried in his hand. Their eyes locked on each other. "My darling girl." Murmured words as he kissed her lips gently before raising his fingers to her mouth, smiling as she eagerly, greedily, lapped her own juices from them. "Good girl," a soft kiss her reward. Jenni lay in his arms, the taste of her juices combining with his come. Her body pressed to his, her mind consumed with her need to please him, to be with him in any way he wanted. Her father held her closely, cradling her, feeling her press against him. He smiled. He knew she was his. They lay together, not talking, no need for words. Their bodies close and their eyes burning into each other. A bang from the hallway, from the door to Jenni's parents bedroom made them both jump with surprise. Their eyes wide they looked at each, their hearts pounding in unison, still wrapped in each other's arms. They listened carefully, frozen in the panic of the moment. As they heard heavy footsteps descend the stairs they relaxed. Jenni's breathing was ragged and her Daddy kissed her forehead gently. "Baby, you know I love you. You know I want you above all else; but this has to be kept between just us. You understand don't you, baby?" Even though Jenni knew this was the truth, that their special love had to be kept secret she felt hurt in her heart, her eyes filled with tears as she nodded. She tried so hard not to show her hurt but her father knew her so intimately he could feel her pain. Using the pad of his thumb he brushed the beginnings of a spilled tear from her right eye. "Jenni, you are my special girl. You are all I want and somehow we will work this out. But for now, we have to keep it secret." Hearing his words Jenni smiled into his face, seeing his love for her shining out of his eyes. "Yes, Daddy, I understand and I promise." He rewarded her with a deep kiss, his tongue circling the outline of her lips gently before sliding into her mouth and showing her just how special she was to him. Breaking the kiss he sighed and threw back the comforter, telling her she should shower and that he would have to go speak to her mother, try to figure things out. Jenni just watched him as he spoke, his words almost washing over her as she admired his body, her own reacting to the very sight of his nakedness. He was so handsome, tall and well built with narrow hips. She wanted him to take her in his arms and to slide his cock deep inside her again right now, but she knew that was not possible. She watched him slide his jeans over his hips and zip them closed. Watched as he buttoned his shirt and ran his hand through his tousled hair. Smiling at his beautiful daughter he felt his heart, and cock, swell in reaction to her. She was so innocent and open to him. He felt so blessed to be able to call her his and wanted so much to shout their love from the rooftops but for her sake he couldn't. For her sake he had to somehow find a way for them to be together without her having to suffer the stigma of their relationship. And he knew that he would. They both needed to be together. Smiling at Jenni once more he winked at her before carefully crossing the floor and leaving the room. Jenni lay on her back. Her naked breasts topped with her hard nipples, her pussy soaked as a result of the orgasm her Daddy had given her. Her nipples were aching, she thought for a moment about how the way her Daddy had twisted her nipples, how he had hurt her and how that pain had made her want more. She couldn't understand it but she didn't care. All she cared about was that he had promised that he figure things out, that they would be together, always. She jumped from her bed happily, carelessly making the bed, fluffing the comforter, adjusting the pillows before stripping off her wet shorts. She danced and twirled her way to the shower, remembering the last shower she had taken. Remembering how her Daddy had bathed her carefully and lovingly. She couldn't wait to see him again and she washed her body and hair as quickly as she could. She towelled her body dry and wrapped herself in her bathrobe before pulling her brush through her hair, not taking time to dry it but instead bunching it up into two pigtails. A feeling of exuberant youth overtaking her. Looking into her mirror she saw her face shining back at her, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. She blew herself a kiss before smearing some strawberry flavour lip gloss over her full lips. She skipped out of her room and tripped downstairs, pausing at the bottom to listen to the muted voices of her parents. There was tension in their voices but they were not arguing so she pushed open the kitchen door. Her father was seated at the table, his face buried in the newspaper as he answered the questions his wife was tossing at him with one word answers. Her mother was wearing a bathroom as well and she was chopping onions furiously by the sink. She was asking Jenni's father where he had spent the night. Casting a glance towards Jenni he answered in one word. "Couch." His tone was harsh, implying his belief that she didn't care anyway. Jenni smiled at him, walked towards him as she wished him a good morning before bending down to plant a kiss on his lips. She smiled as she saw him start guiltily and glance towards her mother. She smiled even more when she saw him lick his lips and knew he was tasting the strawberry gloss. Winking cheekily at him Jenni moved towards her mother and kissed her cheek, saying she hoped that she had slept well. Her only response was a grunt and a muttered comment about her father being impossible. Guilt flooded Jenni and she wrapped her arms around her mother, "Oh Mom, I wish you could be happy again." Her mother shrugged her hug off, "Jenni, don't be so ridiculous. What has gotten into you?" Jenni flushed and moved towards the table, sitting in her chair opposite her father. Her tone crushed, "I'm sorry Mom." Her voice small and hurt by her mother's rejection. Reaching across the table her father took her hand, his thumb stroking her inner wrist as his eyes burned into hers. As her mother turned towards them he released her hand, leaving her cheeks burning as he poured her a glass of juice and pushing it towards her. "Here Jenni, have some juice. It's good for you." Her mother slammed a plate of toast onto the table and Jenni jumped, wondering had she seen their hands joined. But her words made it clear she hadn't. "And, by the way," her mother's tone sarcastic, "I have decided I can't go with you to your company dinner this weekend." Her father turned his face to her mother, "But you know how important it is that you are there. The company are big on family values and this isn't just a dinner, it's a pre-interview assessment for that promotion." "Oh, I wasn't aware of that," Jenni's mother's tone made it more than clear that she was very aware of that fact, "so if I am not there they might not consider you suitable material for the promotion?" Jenni's father's face flushed with barely controlled anger. Jenni tried to diffuse the tension, desperate to stop the fight she could sense coming. "Daddy, could I come with you? I mean I know I am not as good as mom, I mean I am not your wife, but maybe your daughter would make a suitable replacement in their eyes?" As she finished speaking the double meaning of her words hit her and she blushed crimson. There was a stunned silence in the kitchen, as her parents let her words sink in. "Jenni, that is so sweet, but I am not sure," her father words trailed off as her mother slammed the door on her way out of the room. Left alone, Jenni stood and walked to her Daddy, sank to her knees at his side and looked up at him pleadingly. "Daddy, I know how important this dinner is to you. Please can I come with you? You can tell them that Mom is ill and I came at the last minute instead." Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 06 Her father stroked her cheek softly, the sight of her kneeling at his side arousing emotions within him that he had thought lost. He smiled tenderly at her as he slid his hand into the neckline of her robe. His fingers finding her already tender right nipple, feathering it gently. "Jenni, I would be proud to have you on my arm this weekend." He paused as he twisted her nipple viciously. Jenni's head rolled back, her mouth opened wide and her eyes screwed tightly shut. Jenni's father nodded to himself, as he felt his own reactions to the pain she took from him. Thoughts and desires he had buried years ago under the mockery of his wife were resurfacing and with his Jenni he was sure he could satisfy them. "Good girl, baby," his fingers releasing her nipple allowing the blood to course back into her tormented nub, causing more pain to his sweet Jenni, who took it all with her eyes fixed on his. "Get dressed, baby. We are going shopping. You need a dress for the dinner." Her eyes shining Jenni leapt to her feet and ran to do his bidding. Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 07 Jenni stood, naked, in the middle of her bedroom, her toes curling in the deep rug, trying so hard to concentrate on choosing her outfit. Her excitement was overwhelming. She could barely keep herself from jumping up and down in excitement. Not only was her Daddy about to take her out to buy a new dress but he was also taking her, as his date, to the important gala dinner he had to attend for work. Just thinking about being out with her Daddy, in public, dressed up in something he had chosen was making her heart race and her breathing speed up. This was almost the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her and Jenni was determined to look as good as she could for her Daddy while they shopped. She ran the straightening irons through her honey blonde hair and tried to decide whether she should put her hair up or let it fall over her shoulders. Laughing just for the sheer joy of the moment she decided that her hands were shaking too much to attempt anything complex and so once her hair was straightened she spritzed it with a lotion to bring out her natural highlights and shine. Jenni grabbed a huge round make up brush and highlighted the apples of her cheekbones with some rose blush then swiped the wand of her mascara over her long eyelashes before adding another coating of strawberry gloss over her full lips. Looking critically at herself in the mirror she pouted as she opened her underwear drawer and searched for something sexy. It was a futile search. All her lingerie was simple, lace and cotton, and mainly white. She wanted so much to wear something that would make her Daddy's eyes stand out on stalks as he saw her in it. She giggled to herself as she recalled that her simple, girlish underwear had already had that effect on him, and it wasn't just his eyes that had stood out. She sighed contentedly as she closed her eyes for a moment to savour the memory of her Daddy's erections. Just thinking about his cock, standing long and hard for her, made her pussy wet. Glancing at the clock she wondered if she had time to play with her little clitty, feeling the need to tease herself. Wanting to touch herself as she thought about her Daddy. Jenni's nipples hardened as she heard the sounds of her parents moving around downstairs. It would be so naughty to flick her fingers over her engorged clitty thinking about how her Daddy fucked her as her Mom was just downstairs. Almost as naughty, she thought with shortening breath, as having her Daddy fuck her as her Mom slept just next door. That thought made her cunt spasm and she felt her juices ooze from her opening, trickling down her smooth inner thighs. Looking furtively towards the door Jenni moved to her bed. She lay on her back with her legs spread wantonly; letting the fingers of one hand slide up and down her already slick slit as the fingers of her other feathered and teased her nipples in turn. A low moan broke from her as her nail scratched gently over her sensitive clitty. She closed her eyes and arched her neck and back, pressing her pussy towards her fingers. Softly she moaned "Daddy, Daddy," over and over. Her mind full of him, seeing his body as he lay over her and slid his cock head up and down her wetness. The sounds from downstairs continued, driving Jenni on as her fingers started to move more frantically. Her hips bucking towards her hand, she longed to feel her cunt filled but the frustration of that need was exciting her even more. Flicking her fingernail harder and faster over her swollen nub Jenni slid her hand from her sensitive breasts, her hand moving blindly towards her bedside table, knocking the alarm clock over as she pulled open the drawer frantically seeking something, anything, to fill herself. Her body bucking on the bed, she was barely aware of anything bar the building waves of her nearing orgasm and her need to be filled. Cramming two fingers into her greedy cunt she rifled through the contents of the drawer and finally grabbed a slim container of body lotion which she brought to her pussy, sliding it up and down her slit as she fingered herself furiously. Pulling her fingers from herself with an audible squelch she rammed the container into her cunt, feeling the cold plastic fill her and her fingers plucking hard at her hard clit. Groaning her physical need her body was writhing on the bed as she visualised her Daddy fucking her hard. "Jenni?" Her Daddy's voice travelled up the stairs to his daughter as she fucked herself hard, the whole while imagining that the plastic bottle she was fucking herself with was her Daddy's cock. "Jenni?" His voice grew closer as her orgasm grew closer also. Groaning louder now, unable to control herself any longer Jenni rammed the bottle harder into her hot, wet, greedy cunt, feeling her muscles grip it as she drove it harder and harder into herself. "Jenni, are you coming?" Her father's words spoken as the first wave of her orgasm broke over her heated body. Every part of her spasming as sweat broke on her trembling body. The click of the door opening was muted, her father's voice amused. "I see that you are indeed coming, my sweet girl." Jenni lifted her head, her skin feverish and her sight blurred as she came hard, her cunt gripping the container of body lotion as her eyes locked onto her Daddy's. "Very pretty, my angel," his words softly spoken as he closed the door and crossed the floor to sit on the bed by Jenni. His hand pushed hers away as he took control of the bottle and slid it almost out of her gushing cunt. "Do you like this, baby?" His tone soft as with his other hand he caressed her inner thighs. Jenni nodded mutely, her hair fallen over her face, sweat breaking over her entire body as she slowly calmed from her orgasm. "Do you, baby?" His tone was no longer as tender; instead it had an edge of danger. He rammed the bottle hard into her cunt, forcing it deep inside her, making Jenni gasp with pain as he drove it harder into her already tender pussy. "You should know that you are not allowed to come without me by now, my precious." His words punctuated with sharp, vicious jabs of the bottle deep into his daughter. Jenni's eyes widened as she heard the edge of anger in his voice. "But I was thinking of you, Daddy. Only you." His hand moving faster as he rammed the bottle deeper and deeper into her cunt, Jenni's Daddy looked at his daughter as she lay panting, covered in sweat and pussy juice. He smiled at her, his precious girl. "Yes, baby, but if I have not already made it clear I am making it clear now. You belong to me. Completely." His words firm, the bottle driving his point home as he plunged it deeper inside her gushing, tender cunt. "And you are never to touch yourself without my permission." A final, vicious ram of the bottle made Jenni scream out in pain, "Do you understand?" Whimpering Jenni nodded, the pain from his fucking making her squirm and writhe. "Good girl." His words loving as he slowed his movements. "You know it is because I love you, baby, don't you?" Her nod was barely formed before he lowered his head to brush her ear with his lips as he fucked the bottle hard into her abused cunt and whispered, "Come for Daddy, baby." The pain of the bottle ramming into her tortured pussy coupled with his loving words drove Jenni over the edge of an overwhelming orgasm. It was like no orgasm that she had ever experienced. This was not an orgasm caused by physical pleasure but by pain. Her Daddy had hurt her in a way she had never expected and that pain was now giving her a pleasure so intense she was literally lost in the sensations. She started to scream and felt her father put his hand over her mouth to muffle her screams as she thrashed around on the bed. Watching her, Jenni's father wanted to rip off his jeans and plunge his swollen cock deep into her juicy, spasming cunt. He wanted to take his hand from his beautiful daughter's mouth and revel in her screams of pleasure but his wife, Jenni's mother, was downstairs and she would surely come to see what was causing their daughter to scream in seeming agony. And that would be hard to explain. He grinned wolfishly as he watched Jenni, not wanting her orgasm to ever end. He had been correct in his assumption that his little girl would enjoy pain. And that would add so many dimensions of pleasure to their relationship. Now, more than ever, he was determined that they would always be together. He had plans to make, but not today, today would be about buying Jenni a dress that would make every man at the gala dinner this weekend want her. He smiled to himself as he stroked Jenni's body, calming her as she lay in a state of semi consciousness. She was so precious to him. Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers, kissing her gently, before pulling her into his arms. He cradled his naked daughter, sliding his fingers down her inner thighs to scoop up some of her fragrant, delicious juices which he licked greedily. Pausing for a moment, he considered his options. He could get a warm washcloth and wash her come from her legs and pussy, or he could lick her clean. He chuckled softly as he thought of his wife downstairs before moving his daughter to lie on the bed with her legs spread. He moved to kneel between her legs and using the flat of his tongue he slid his tongue up her wet slit, feeling her lips on his as he licked her juices up. Parting her lips with his fingers he circled her swollen, spasming clit and sucked it gently, ensuring that no pussy juice remained. He licked slowly down her slit and over her shaved lips. His cock twitched as his mouth moved over her bare pussy lips, the wet folds sucked cleaned thoroughly before he moved down to lick her smooth inner thighs. Every mouthful of her sweet juices almost driving him insane with need. But he controlled himself. Controlled himself as he intended to control his daughter. Soft mews of pleasure brought his mind back to the present as he felt his daughter grind her cunt against his chin. "Not now, baby. Later." He lifted his head to look into her eyes and saw the lust in her beautiful blue eyes. "Baby, you make it hard for me to say no," He kissed her lips, his tongue driving into her mouth so she could taste herself, "but not now. Later. I promise." "Now get up and get dressed. We are leaving in ten minutes. I have plans for us." He spoke as he walked to the door. "Yes Daddy." Jenni's voice was breathless and she smiled adoringly at her precious Daddy. He paused, in the open doorway, looking at his naked daughter lying wantonly with her legs spread on the bed. His heart filled with love and desire in equal amounts and his body shaking with the effort it was costing him to leave her there. "I meant it though Jenni. You are not to even touch yourself unless I permit it." His tone was harsh suddenly, "If you disobey then I will have to punish you." Jenni's eyes flooded with tears as she heard his anger and displeasure, she opened her mouth to reply, to promise she would never disobey but he had gone. The door closed firmly as he left. Panting still as she fought to regain composure Jenni thought about what had just happened. Her Daddy had hurt her. Hurt her in a way she had never imagined. Hurt her in a way she had adored. She had enjoyed the pain he gave her; she had enjoyed the humiliation of her father fucking her with the plastic bottle that now lay discarded beside her. Confusion flooded her, just as seconds before the waves of her orgasm had flooded her. But one thing was sure. She needed to be her Daddy's. She needed to be his. And only his. Her legs still shaking, hardly able to bear her weight, she pulled a pair of plain white cotton panties over her hips. She shrugged on a matching lace and cotton bra, before pulling low slung jeans over her long legs. Realising she was short on time she grabbed a pink t shirt from the closet and topped it with a purple jacket. She ran her paddle brush through her tousled hair and shoved her lip gloss into her pocket as she hurriedly pushed the stems of silver earrings through her lobes. She didn't want to keep her father waiting, particularly after the way he had just left her. Spritzing her perfume into the air she walked through it as she left the room. As she walked down the stairs she heard her parents talking. She paused for a moment as she heard her mother spit out venom with her words. "Well, if you think that trying to bribe me with a night in a hotel is going to make me change my mind, you can think again. I am going nowhere with you!" Jenni's heart clenched. Had her Daddy changed his mind? Did he want her mother to go with him after all? She felt tears flood her eyes. Was this the punishment he had mentioned? She took a deep breath, knowing that whatever her Daddy had decided she would be his, and walked into the kitchen where her father was leaning against a counter, his cell phone held to his ear as he talked quietly. Jenni's mother was glaring at him, banging pots and plates as she washed dishes. Seeing Jenni her father smiled and winked at her, before turning to her mother, "Well, if that is your decision so be it. Far be it from me to make you uncomfortable in anyway." He closed his phone and lifted his keys. "Are you ready Jenni? It seems your mother is not able to go to the dinner after all, so if you are still ok with it I would appreciate you going with me. It is a family affair after all." His words both thrilled and chilled Jenni. It was indeed a family affair, and not in a way that her mother understood. She smiled at her father and told him she was ready to go whenever he was. "Oh, maybe I didn't mention it to you before now, Jenni, but as you may have heard your mother say it is going to be a late night so I have decided that we should stay overnight." Jenni's eyes widened as she heard his words. Surely her mother would realise what was going on? "We are staying in the hotel for the night, Daddy?" She couldn't disguise her excitement. "Yep, we sure are, baby." He spoke with a wink to Jenni, before adding, "I have just called to book a second room." Jenni's face fell, her disappointment obvious and her father shook his head and rolled his eyes as he gestured to her mother's back. Jenni flushed and pulled a face of horror which made her father chuckle before telling her to get her ass out to the car. Jenni walked over to her mother, felt her stiffen as she brushed her lips over her mother's tense cheek as she moved away. "See you later, Mom. Is there anything you want us to bring you back?" Jenni tried to make peace with her mother despite the chill in the air. "No, thanks. I am fine." Her mother turned to face Jenni and a softness came into her eyes. "I am sorry that things are so tough, Jenni. I am glad you are going to the dinner, maybe you will have some fun." She ran her fingers through Jenni's hair. "You really are growing into a beautiful young woman, Jenni. I hope you find someone to love you as you deserve." Jenni flushed. Her eyes betraying her feelings of guilt. "Thanks Mom." Turning to leave Jenni heard her parents exchange some muted words. Her heart felt heavy. She was so happy, so in love with her wonderful Daddy and yet she was betraying her mother and that made her sad. Sliding into the passenger seat of her father's car Jenni watched him fasten his seat belt and slide his sunglasses onto his nose. "Are we really staying overnight, Daddy?" Her words wistful. "Not only are we staying overnight, baby, we are staying in a suite. That was what I was booking just now on the phone. Champagne, strawberries, chocolates and a hot tub. The whole works. Just for you, baby." His grin wide, as he watched the excitement and joy flood over her. "Daddy." Her word an exclamation as she started to leap towards him. "Not now, angel." He jerked his head towards the house, "I think your mom is watching." Jenni turned her head and saw the drape twitch slightly as though someone was watching them. She flushed as she turned back to her father, watching as he deftly manoeuvred the car from the drive way. "I feel bad about Mom." Her face and tone flat as she opened her heart to him. "I don't." Jenni started as she heard his bald statement. "Sweetie, you know what hell it has been living there since Jon..." His voice broke at the mention of Jenni's older brother. "I know Daddy, I know. Mom has been so horrible to you, that is why I came down to you." A dry chuckle was his only response for a few moments as they drove in silence. "Jenni, I am your father. That is undeniable. But I am also something more now. You belong to me and I am not going to give you up. Ever." The finality in his voice filled Jenni with joy as she listened. Sliding her hand across to his leg she let her fingers dance on his jean clad thigh. She shifted in her seat, moving closer to him. "I love you Daddy." "I know, baby, I know." They listened to the music playing on the stereo as they drove across town. "Jenni, I think that you will need other things than just a dress," he chuckled as he saw her eyes light up, "You have always loved shopping, angel. But today, today I choose everything. Do you understand?" Nodding happily, her fingers wandering over his thigh, Jenni felt herself relax completely. Her Daddy was in control. And that made her happy. Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 08 The sound of the music pumping from the car stereo and the ambient traffic noise lulled Jenni into a semi-trance as her fingers lazily drew patterns on her Daddy's jean clad leg as he drove them across town on their shopping trip. Her head resting against the leather headrest Jenni let her mind wander as she contemplated happily the coming weekend. Her father was taking her to an important gala dinner and had booked a suite in the hotel for them to stay overnight. Her heart pumped in time with the bass of the music as she wondered how her father would introduce her to his colleagues. She knew that her mother had never attended any work functions and this dinner was important as part of an upcoming promotion her father was in the race for. Would he present her as his daughter, attending in place of his sick wife, as she had suggested? Or, and the very thought of this notion made Jenni's heart clench, would he let everyone assume she was his wife? Jenni took a deep, steadying breath as she considered this. A breath that caught her father's attention as he reached out a hand to turn down the volume of the stereo and turned to look at her with concerned eyes. "Are you ok, Jenni?" As he spoke he stroked a stray strand of hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. "Yeah, I'm fine Daddy. I was just thinking about this weekend." She looked down at her hands, twisting her fingers together as she spoke. "What about it, honey? Have you changed your mind about going?" Jenni could hear the worry in his voice. "No!" Her exclamation made her father chuckle at her vehemence. "I was just wondering," Jenni paused to gather courage before ploughing on, "I was wondering how you were going to introduce me." She darted a quick glance at her Daddy and saw him smile as he heard her implied question. Clearing his throat Jenni's father thought for a moment about how to answer her. This was something that he had been thinking about himself since he had decided to take Jenni to the dinner. This was an important night for his career, one that would have impact on his future promotion and he was sure that Jenni would help him in impressing on the Board members present that he had much to offer the company. But this was too good an opportunity to pass up. One of the many things he loved about his daughter was the way they laughed together, and since they had taken their relationship beyond merely that of a father and daughter they had continued to have fun together. "Well," He paused for impact before continuing, "I guess I was just going to introduce you as my beautiful daughter who is hot for my cock." Jenni's gasp was too much for him and he laughed long and hard as he stroked her hair. "I am kidding, honey!" His words were muffled by his laughter. "Oh! You!" Jenni's voice was indignant as she reached out to slap his thigh gently. "Watch out, baby. You nearly hit my cock there." His laughter continued as he spoke and saw Jenni flush in reaction. Jenni shook her head as she heard her father's words. "Seriously though Daddy, what are you going to do?" "To be honest, baby, I don't know. But I do know that I am not going to be able to keep my hands off you and we are going to be staying overnight, as will some of the others attending, so I can hardly introduce you as my daughter." Jenni nodded as she watched his face. He was so handsome that he made her heart melt. And the implications of his words were making her squirm in her seat. "How would you feel about being my wife?" He spoke cautiously, not wanting to scare his pretty daughter. Jenni let out a gasp and tears filled her eyes. Unable to speak she started to sob. Her entire body wracked with the sobs as tears streamed down her cheeks. "What the..." Her father pulled the car to the side of the road and slammed on the brakes. "Jenni! What is wrong?" He had unbuckled her safety belt and pulled her almost onto his lap. Unable to get her words out Jenni just looked up into his face, seeing the worry in his eyes as he stroked her face, using his thumb to rub her tears away. She pressed closer to him, wanting to feel her body pressed against his. "What is it?" His words demanding now, as his concern grew with each passing moment. "Daddy, I love you!" Jenni burst out into a fresh flood of tears as she tried to wriggle closer to him. Making soothing noises as he cradled her shaking body in his arms Jenni's father spoke gently, "I know, baby, I know." He smiled as he saw a smile form on her rose tinted lips. "Now tell me why I am holding up half the traffic in the city." He smiled as he spoke, trying to make her laugh again. "It's just when you asked me how I would feel about being your wife," she paused to reach a finger up to trace the outline of his lips, "it made my heart hurt to know I can't." Hearing the sadness in her voice he leant down to brush his lips against hers, kissing her softly, before sitting back up and making a show of smacking his lips as he tasted her lip gloss. "Strawberry?" He guessed, his quizzical look making Jenni giggle as she nodded. His mind was racing as he considered her words. Maybe she could never be his wife, but maybe she could. That was something he had never contemplated until this moment, but the idea of it excited him beyond measure. She was all he had ever desired in a woman, and whilst she was his daughter he knew that he already possessed her body and soul. Making her his wife would be a wonderful step. Difficult but was it impossible? Grinning at her wolfishly he licked her neck before sinking his teeth gently into it, "You taste good, my dear." Jenni giggled harder as her Daddy impersonated the wolf from "Little Red Riding Hood", one of her favourite childhood tales and one she had constantly begged him to tell her when he tucked her into bed. "I adore you, Daddy." Her words interrupted by the blaring of a car horn behind them. Looking ruefully at his daughter half nestled on his lap and then casting a glance over his shoulder Jenni's father spoke teasingly, "Well right about now, you are the only one. That guy behind us looks as though he is about to get out and sort me out!" Laughing Jenni eased back into her seat and slid the buckle of her seat belt home as her father eased the car from the kerb back into the flow of traffic. "I think, my angel, that before we go clothes shopping we should get some toys for my princess." Jenni looked quizzically at her father as he winked at her before turning the stereo up to end the conversation. "Toys?" she thought to herself. Sitting happily at her father's side she pondered that question as her father turned off the main road and drove through a section of the city she had never before been to. Pulling into a strip mall Jenni's father parked the car. She looked at him for a second, seeing the glint in his eyes. She looked through the window of the car and saw a convenience store, a sandwich store and a pharmacy. Pouting she turned to look at her father once more, shrugging her obvious lack of understanding. "Come on, let's go." Her father's tone was cheery as he opened his door and got out of the car. Jenni followed him, hearing the yelp of the car alarm as he locked the doors. Silently he reached out and took her hand in his. His hand engulfing hers, making her feel both small and safe, at once. Her heart pounding, Jenni looked around, seeing other people going about their business, none of them paying any attention to Jenni and her father. A surge of excitement coursed through Jenni, her nipples and pussy tingling as she realised that right now they looked just like any other couple. Right now she could lean up and kiss her Daddy on his lips and no one would blink an eyelid. Right now no one would judge their love for each other. That realisation made her shudder, the tremors travelling down her arm into her Daddy's hand. "What's up, baby?" His deep brown eyes searched her blue ones as he paused in their walk. "I have just realised Daddy that no one knows you are my Daddy." Her eyes shone with excitement as she continued, "No one would even blink if I was to kiss you right now." Chuckling as he saw the happiness in his daughter's beautiful face he pulled her into his arms, using one hand to tilt her face to his as he lowered his lips to hers. Slowly, teasingly he ran his tongue around the outline of her lips, his teeth nipping at her plump bottom lip before kissing her deeply, his tongue plunging into her mouth. A low wolf whistle rang out as Jenni felt her knees buckle. Breaking the kiss her father laughed gently, jerking his head slightly towards the group of cheering youths at the edge of the parking lot. "I think you will find, my precious girl, that no matter where you are people will do more than blink." Jenni found herself blinking as she fought to regain her composure, her father's kiss not only having taken her breath away but also caused her pussy to soak her panties. Blushing furiously as the cat calls continued Jenni allowed her Daddy to guide her past the stores and down a street beside the strip mall. As they paused outside a store front Jenni's blushes grew even hotter, scarlet flaming her face and upper chest as she suddenly understood what her father had meant when he promised to buy her some toys. "Daddy, we can't!" Her words of protest met with chuckles as her father pushed open the door of the adult store and pulled her inside. Once the door swung closed behind them her father allowed Jenni to pause and look around, he watched her face, seeing the embarrassment and curiosity fight for precedence. "So, what do you think, princess?" His words met with her face flaming once more as she looked desperately at him on seeing an assistant walk towards them. "Good morning. If there is anything I can help you with just let me know." A pretty red headed girl, who looked to be the same age as Jenni, smiled at Jenni and her father. "Thanks, we will." Jenni's father answered for them, reaching out to take Jenni's hand in his and pull her to him once more. The assistant smiled brightly at them both, before wandering back to a display she was working with. "I don't even know what all this stuff is." Jenni hissed as she watched open mouthed as the assistant lifted a gargantuan dildo and checked the battery compartment. "Angel, I think you know more than you are letting on." His hand wandered to caress her ass as he kissed the top of her head. "Now, go explore." He patted her ass as he pushed her forward. Jenni turned to beg him not to leave her and saw his back as he headed purposefully across the store. For a few moments she stood frozen to the spot but gradually her curiosity got the better of her and she took a few faltering steps towards the nearest display. Realising that the assistant's eyes were on her Jenni feigned confidence and blindly reached out to lift the closest object. With a yelp she dropped it as she realised that it was moving in her hand. Smiling gently the assistant appeared at her elbow, the dropped vibrator in her hand. "It can be intimidating the first time you come somewhere like this," her voice was confidential, "but really there is nothing to be embarrassed about." She lifted a small pink object and handed it to Jenni, "This is really something fun." Showing Jenni the button she turned it on, allowing it to vibrate gently in Jenni's hand. "This is one of our best sellers and believe me it is for a reason." Nudging Jenni's elbow softly she nodded towards Jenni's father. "I am sure that your boyfriend would enjoy using it too." Jenni flushed as she heard her father referred to as her boyfriend. Misunderstanding the assistant smiled gently, "Lots of people enjoy the toys here. There is really nothing to worry about." Nodding wordlessly Jenni looked at the huge dildo that the assistant had been holding moments earlier. "I wouldn't go there," the assistant laughed softly as she looked towards Jenni's father, "not if I had a man like yours!" Confused at the assistant's meaning Jenni looked towards her Daddy and saw what the assistant had noticed. Her father's cock was straining at his jeans. She blushed again and looked briefly at the assistant before letting her eyes fall to the floor. "Lucky girl." The assistant smiled as she walked to the checkout to serve a couple waiting patiently. Jenni rushed across the store to her father's side. "Daddy, you are hard!" Laughing he caressed her cheek, "Is it any wonder, baby?" Flushing again she pressed against his side, sighing happily as he slid his arm around her. Walking together they browsed the many shelves, Jenni alternating between embarrassment and desire as he whispered what he would do to her with each of the toys he picked up to examine. Pulling Jenni in front of him in a corner of the store as they looked at a colourful selection of vibrators he rubbed his hard cock against her ass, bending down to whisper in her ear that as soon as they got some privacy he was going to fuck her senseless. Jenni moaned her need for him, no longer caring that they were surrounded by shelves of sex toys or that the assistant was obviously watching them. "Daddy, I need you. Please, Daddy." She begged as she let her head fall back onto his shoulder and pressed her round ass against his throbbing erection. "Let's get out of here." He groaned as he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the checkout. Jenni stood blinking in surprise as he gave his credit card to the now grinning assistant and watched as several items were scanned and bagged. She had been so aroused by her Daddy she hadn't even realised that he had selected some toys. Her mind whirling, her need for her Daddy overwhelming her she felt him grab her hand and pull her in his wake as he strode across the floor and towards the car. Jenni could feel her blood pumping, her body shaking with her need for him as she stumbled in his wake. Opening the car Jenni's father solicitously ensured she was seated before rounding the car to slide into his own seat. "Suck me, baby." His words filling her mind, making her oblivious to the fact that they were parked with other cars all around them. With trembling hands Jenni unbuckled his belt and loosened the button, before sliding down the straining zipper. She pulled desperately at his jeans and shorts and groaned with need as his erect cock popped through the opening. Jenni slammed her head hard down onto his long cock, feeling the soft cockhead hit the back of her throat. Gagging she fought to control herself as she sucked hard and furiously, her tongue swirling over his shaft. "Oh God, baby, that feels so good." Her father's words driving her on to suck harder and faster. Bobbing her head up and down Jenni revelled in the feeling of her Daddy's cock filling her mouth. She swirled her tongue over his shaft, hearing his reactions as she licked and pressed over the vein on the underside. She forced her head deeper onto his cock, her face buried in his open jeans, the curls of his hair tickling her nose as she breathed. Moaning her pleasure, tears flooding her eyes as she felt his cock choking her Jenni varied the intensity of her sucking, wanting to give her Daddy as much pleasure as she could. Suddenly she felt his hand clamp onto the back of her head as he started to buck his hips, fucking her throat as she sucked and choked. "Oh God, baby, Oh God!" Her father's exclamation matched with the ferocity of his orgasm as his cock shot jet after jet of hot come deep into her throat. Desperately, Jenni swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his seed as his cock spasmed and throbbed in her throat. His hand clamped hard on the back of her head, forcing her to remain in place. Choking on his come, fighting for breath Jenni struggled to move her head but her father held her in place until his orgasm subsided. Finally he released her head and Jenni pulled her head up, gasping for breath, before she lowered her mouth to suck the last drops of come from his still hard cock. "Thank you, baby." His hands now gentle on her hair as he caressed her head as she licked the tip of his cock clean. He reached down to the floor of the car and lifted the plain paper bag onto his lap as Jenni sat back in her seat licking her lips clean. Looking around he smiled at her as he pulled a small box from the bag. Handing it to her he looked around and laughingly said, "Looks as though you got away with that, sweetie." Jenni widened her eyes in mock horror, "I got away with it? You mean that you got away with it. It wasn't my idea, Daddy." The tiny velvet box in her hands filling her with curiosity. Making a noise of disagreement through pursed lips he disagreed with her, "But it was you who begged for it in the store baby." Nodding to the box she was turning over in her hands he continued, "Open it." Carefully Jenni flipped open the lid and saw, to her surprise, two small brass coloured balls nestling in a bed of satin. Frowning in confusion she looked at her father and saw a grin on his face. "Ben Wa Balls, baby." His response to her look not answering her unspoken question. "They are a lot of fun, sweetie, and if you are good Daddy will show you how much later today." Jenni snapped the lid closed as he handed her another box. She saw the word "Bullet" and looked at her father once more in confusion. "Oh, Jenni, I am going to have so much fun teaching you these things." His smile reached his eyes and the sparkle in them made Jenni's heart miss a beat. Reaching over to take the box from her he opened it deftly and showed her a small black oval shaped object with a thin wire "tail". "This part, baby, is for you." Reaching back into the box he pulled out a small remote control. "And this part," smiling as he dangled it before her face, "is for me." Jenni watched as he flicked the switch and leapt in surprise as the black oval object vibrated in her hands. "And this, baby, is for this weekend." His smile became wolfish as he leant towards her to whisper, "Can you imagine how this will feel inside your sweet cunt as we talk to my colleagues?" Jenni's already soaked panties were flooded once more as her cunt gushed in response to his words. Her expression must have given her away as her father chuckled, "I think that a little more forethought was required this morning." His hand brushed over her throbbing pussy through her jeans, "I think in future, baby, you will wear only skirts unless I tell you otherwise." Jenni nodded mutely, her nipples aching for his touch and her cunt flooded with her desire for him. "But now we have some shopping to do." He grinned as he jabbed his thumb against her mound, just above her clit. "And there are more surprises in this bag for you." He carelessly tossed the velvet box containing the mysterious Ben Wa Balls and the box for the Bullet into the paper bag. He twisted in his seat and threw the bag onto the back seat of the car before starting the engine and pulling out of the lot. Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 09 Jenni wrinkled her forehead in thought as she tried to figure out what else her father might have bought in the store. The tiny Ben Wa Balls were intriguing her and she was excited to find out exactly how her Daddy would use them with her later as he had promised. She was so engrossed in thought that it came as a shock to her when the car stopped once more in another parking lot. Smiling at her, her Daddy chucked her under her chin with a crooked finger, "Wakey wakey, baby." His grin telling her that he knew exactly what was filling her mind. Taking her hand as they walked across the parking lot towards the stores Jenni felt like skipping for joy. The sun was shining brightly and the warmth of it on her upturned face was adding to her happiness in being out with her Daddy. Shaking his head in mock exasperation at her youthful exuberance her father pulled his sunglasses slightly down on his nose and looking over them at her winked, "Happy, baby?" "Oh yes, Daddy! I am so happy I want to sing and dance and," she broke off with a happy giggle as she wrinkled her nose at him. They laughed together as he pulled her to his side and with her head leaning against his arm they walked, hand in hand, towards the stores. Approaching a lingerie store Jenni felt her father pause as he looked at her, "Today, my sweet girl, you are going to be spoilt. I intend to buy you enough for our weekend and some other things we might have fun with in the future." Jenni laughed as she saw the sparkle in his eyes, "I am not sure that they sell the kinds of things you are thinking of here, Daddy." Shaking his head her father took her hand and pushed open the door to the store. The interior was lit with spotlights that highlighted expensive displays of silk and lace. Jenni felt instantly intimidated by the sophistication of the staff and the displays. She pressed closely to her father's side and dropped her eyes as a beautifully coiffed woman in her mid fifties walked towards them. "Welcome to Molly's Closet," she murmured, her tone perfect for the ambience of the store, expensive and intimate. Jenni flushed and gripped her father's hand as she heard him reply, "Thank you. We are looking for something special." "But of course, Sir," the woman's eyes flitted over Jenni in a quick assessment. "Have you anything particular in mind?" Jenni burned with shame as she felt the assessment, but within seconds realised it was a professional assessment of her size as the woman smiled warmly at her as she offered Jenni's father a seat while she took Jenni through a curtain to be measured. Moments later as she stood stripped to the waist with the cool measuring tape wrapped around her ribcage she was comforted to hear the woman speak, "Don't be worried, dear, we are used to having engaged couples come in here." Jenni's heart leapt as she heard the woman's kindly meant words. This was twice today there had been an allusion to something she knew could never happen. Tears filled her eyes and the woman tutted in a motherly fashion. "It can be so overwhelming preparing for a wedding. Have you set a date, yet?" Her smile warm as she professionally measured Jenni. Jenni shook her head, unable to trust her voice. "Well, just leave it to me, dear. I will help you choose something that will just knock his socks off." With that the woman swept from the changing room, leaving Jenni standing topless and shivering. Just moments later she heard the trill of the woman's laugh as the muted sound of her father's deep voice came to her ears. The woman came back into the room with her arms full of frills and lace. "Your fiancé definitely knows his mind, doesn't he?" The woman busied herself hanging a huge variety of bras and panties, teddies and corsets on the rail fixed to one wall. "He seems determined that you have as many of these as you want." A mischievous glint came into the woman's eyes, "And if I were you I would take him up on the offer." She chuckled lightly, "Once that ring is on your finger they seem to lose interest in buying lingerie." She paused, for a moment, once more assessing Jenni's frame, "Though maybe, in your case, that interest is more in removing it." Her laughter was infectious and Jenni was caught up in the excitement of trying on the wonderful lingerie. It was half an hour later before a rosy cheeked Jenni emerged from the changing room, followed by the sales assistant who had a full armful of beautiful lingerie and corsetry that Jenni had tried on and found to be irresistible. Rushing to her father's side she could not contain her excitement as she showed him a beautifully boned corset the colour of a robin's egg. He saw the joy in her face and despite wanting desperately to kiss her full lips contained himself long enough to compliment the sales woman on her attentiveness and to thank her for making his Jenni so happy. "Sir, I think that joy comes from her love for you," was the woman's reply as she carefully wrapped each item in the palest pink tissue paper sealed with a gold sticker displaying the store's logo. Once all the items were wrapped they were placed carefully into a bag tied with a pink ribbon and emblazoned with the words "Molly's Closet". Jenni was so excited she was literally bouncing from foot to foot and the shop assistant and her father exchanged smiles as they both watched her fondly. Once he had paid for their purchases he slid his arm around her shoulders and together they walked from the store. "Oh Daddy! Thank you so very much! I love all of them. I have never had anything so pretty!" Jenni's words tripped over each other as she gushed her thanks to her father. "It is my pleasure, angel." And it was true; Jenni's father had never felt such joy in giving a gift before. Never before had he felt such happiness in shopping. Jenni was such a vibrant soul, a woman with a child's soul and sense of joy. She was so precious to him. He guided her to another store where they selected matching weekend bags, hers with a matching cosmetic case. Her pleasure at the idea of their bags matching on arriving at the hotel infected him to the extent that he added a suit carrier to their purchase, for which he was rewarded with an impulsive kiss on his cheek and a clap of her hands as he told her that he liked the idea of their being a couple in every way. Their next stop was the exclusive make up counter of a department store where he instructed the delighted assistant to provide Jenni with every item of make up the range offered. Finally, with his hand on the small of her back, he guided her to their main destination. An exclusive boutique, one which Jenni had never imagined ever entering, never mind choosing a dress from. With a few instructions to the assistant he took a seat and watched as Jenni paraded a range of evening dresses before him. He smiled as he enjoyed her excitement, giving his opinion with a nod or shake of his head. Jenni enjoyed every second of trying on the exquisite gowns, ranging in colour from black to brilliant scarlet. Each dress emphasised a different part of her figure, some low cut and some backless, each timeless and classic in cut. Smiling as he enjoyed the parade of gowns, Jenni's father waited for the dress he knew would appear, the dress that would emphasise her figure and youth yet which would draw out her classic beauty. Despite being only 19 she had an elegance and poise that many older women envied. Jenni was beautiful, something that he knew she doubted, having listened to her on many occasions complain about the roundness of her ass and the size of her breasts, bemoaning that they were too large and got in the way. She was so precious to him, and he was determined that he would make her happy, make her see her beauty if it was the last thing he did on this earth. Caught up in his thoughts it was a few seconds before he saw Jenni standing before him, tears streaming down her face as her face shone with joy. The dress was slightly off the shoulder and cut to emphasise her breasts without displaying too much flesh. It was a classic empire line and swathes of fabric came from her waist at the back to form a short train. It was outstanding and Jenni looked so heartstoppingly beautiful that he couldn't speak. He just nodded at her, his eyes darkening as he saw how this dress transformed her from a beautiful girl into an outstandingly attractive young woman. The assistant was fussing at the lie of her hem, and when he rose from his chair and in two steps took Jenni in his arms, she melted away. "Jenni." His voice was broken with emotion as he kissed the tears from her cheeks. "Daddy." Her one word response enough to stir him enough to tell her to take the dress off before he ripped it from her. Smiling over her shoulder as she went back into the changing room to obey Jenni felt as though she was floating. The dress was everything she had ever dreamed of and much more. When she emerged, dressed once more in her pink top and jeans her father gathered her in his arms, ignoring the stares from the other customers and kissed her hard. He buried his face in her hair and told her that they needed to get out of the store before he made a show of them. Giggling Jenni pulled away from him, gathering bravery from the presence of the other customers and moved to browse the accessories on display. As the assistant wrapped the gown in a gown bag she enquired about the shoes that Jenni intended to wear. Seeing Jenni's blank look she smiled and produced a delicate pair of evening shoes, studded with diamante. On seeing Jenni's eyes light up her father sighed in mock exasperation and told the assistant to wrap them. Jenni hugged her Daddy's arm tightly. Her excitement overwhelming her as they walked to the car once more. As her father carefully laid her dress bag across the back seat of the car she threw herself at him, pinning him to the car as she pressed her body hard against his. She stood on her tip toes and kissed his face all over, whispering her thanks to him over and over. Laughing as he pressed her back he told her that she had given him so much pleasure today and that whilst they would not be able to shop like this often it had been worth every cent to see her so happy. Jenni rushed to assure him that she didn't expect him to spend money on her and that if he wanted to return it all that she would still love him more than life. At those words they both froze, their arms wrapped around each other as they looked into each other's eyes. "I know, baby." He spoke with complete sincerity as he looked through her eyes into her soul. For a long moment they stood in each other's arms, unaware of the cars and people coming and going around them. There was no one and nothing else in the world that mattered. It was just the two of them. Together. Finally they broke their embrace and kissed gently before he helped Jenni back into the car. As he slid into his seat beside her, Jenni's father took her hand and looked into her eyes. "Jenni, this isn't just a fling. I love you. And, somehow, I will work out how we can be together all the time." Jenni didn't speak, she couldn't. As her father drove them back to their home her heart was full of love for this man. A man who happened to be her father as well as the man she had given her heart to. When they pulled into the driveway he spoke quietly, without looking at her, "It is Wednesday, the dinner is Friday and I plan on changing our booking so we will be staying until Sunday. I'll tell your mother that the Board want to interview me on Saturday and Sunday so that we can stay longer." At the mention of her mother Jenni felt her heart clench. Her mother, his wife. She nodded and turned her brilliant smile to his face, "That would be wonderful, Daddy." He kissed his fingers and pressed them to her lips. "You don't know how much I want you right now, baby, but..." his words trailed off as he looked towards the house. Silently they got out of the car, leaving their purchases in the car in an unspoken agreement, knowing that the volume would cause questions neither wanted to field. As they reached the door Jenni's father put a hand on hers as she slid the key into the lock. "You are going to need some more things, we are staying in a very fancy hotel and I don't want you to feel underdressed. Take my card and go shopping tomorrow." Jenni smiled at his words, shaking her head, opening her mouth to protest that he had spent enough. He silenced her with a look. "Jenni, this is not a request. I have told you that I expect you to wear only skirts from now on. So I expect you to go shopping tomorrow." She nodded her understanding. "Good girl." The door opened as Jenni's mother jerked it inwards. "What were you two scheming about?" Her anger at their closeness obvious. "Nothing, Mom." Jenni smiled, feelings of betrayal and guilt clenching her heart, "We were just talking about the dinner. I am kinda nervous. I have never been to anything so fancy before." "True." Her mother snarled with a glare at her father, "But things are just impossible, I can't go with him so I suppose you will have to." With a barely disguised snarl of disgust Jenni's father walked through the door and threw his jacket onto the back of the couch before slouching into his chair with the remote control clicking his way through the channels. Jenni hugged her mom briefly, wishing that the tension in the house would disappear. But then, with a feeling of remorse, she realised that the tension, her mother's unhappiness was the cause of her happiness. And she knew that she would never give up her father's love, not even to her mother. Following her mom to the kitchen Jenni switched on the kettle and started to set a small tray with a mug of coffee and bowl of snacks for her father. Feeling her mother's eyes on her she looked up. "What are you doing?" her mother's words a demand rather than a question. "I was making Daddy a snack, I know he is thirsty." Her look became defiant as she felt her loyalty to her father overtake her desire to please her mother. "Well, aren't you the Daddy's girl this weather." Her mother retorted. Jenni didn't answer, instead poured boiling water into two mugs, pushing one silently towards her mother as she carried the tray to her father. His smile on seeing her made her aching heart sing with joy. She leant across him to set the tray on the side table and felt his hand caress her ass, his fingers moving downwards between her legs over her jeans to her wet pussy. As her mother entered the room carrying her mug of coffee he pulled his hand away and asked lightly, "Do you have any cream for me, Jenni?" His double entendre was missed by her mother but not by Jenni who flushed as her pussy flooded, soaking her panties again. "Uh, no. I, uh, forgot." She stammered as she backed out of the room. "It's ok, baby. I prefer it as it is, smooth and hot and very wet." His tone light and teasing. Jenni darted a furtive glance towards her mother and saw her glowering at the TV screen. She stammered an excuse and tripping over her own feet escaped from the room. Once she reached the hall she closed the door and leant against it trying to regain her composure. She was about to go upstairs to her bedroom when she heard her mother say her name. Startled she pressed her ear to the door and heard her mother tell her father that she was worried that Jenni was sneaking boys into the house. Her father's indignant response in her defence made her heart leap happily as she listened to her mother explain that she had been in Jenni's room earlier and that not only had the room smelt of sex but there was dried semen on her sheets. Only her guilt over her betrayal of her mother stopped her from storming back into the room to protest the invasion of her privacy. That and her father's words. She listened as she heard her father tell her mother that Jenni was more than old enough to have a sexual relationship if she chose to and that she had no right to invade her privacy in this way. Hearing footsteps Jenni leapt back from the door and darted upstairs to the relative safety of her room. Her heart pounding as she thought of her mother prying in her room made her realise just how careful she and her father would have to be in future. She tore the bedclothes from her bed and threw them into a pile on the floor before taking clean sheets from her drawers and making her bed with the fresh linens. She gathered up the used linens and went downstairs where she put them into the washer. Shaking with nerves she went back to her bedroom and found her father sitting on the edge of her bed. "So you have been fucking boys in your bed, have you, young lady?" His grin belying his severe tone. Taking a shuddering breath Jenni fell to her knees at his feet. "Daddy, what if she had caught us?" Her voice was weak and her face pale. "She won't, baby. I won't let her." His fingers played with her hair as she leant her head against his leg. "But right now I want you baby and I can't wait any longer." Jenni looked up at him, her eyes wide with horror at the thought of her mother walking in on them. "It's ok, baby, she is on the phone. Complaining about what a bastard I am. So maybe I should just prove her right." His fingers entwined in her hair as he pulled her head back, the pain from his hair pulling making her even wetter. "So show me just how wet your hot little cunt is. Now." His words melted her resistance and she started to unbutton her top. His hand cupped hers to stop her. "No, baby. Not like that." He stood, pulling her to her feet with him. Sliding a hand into each side of the opening of her shirt he tugged hard, ripping it from her body, buttons popping and flying over the room. Jenni gasped as he smiled at her with hooded eyes. His hands moving to her bra which he ripped from her as easily as if it were made of tissue paper. Her nipples were already erect, swollen with her need for him. He plucked carelessly at them, each in turn, making her gasp out loud with both surprise and pain. "Hush now, baby. Your mommy is only downstairs and she might want to know why her little girl is gasping with such obvious need." His tone was harsh, his eyes dark as he took her breasts in his hands and gripped them tightly, his fingers biting into her breast flesh. "You like it rough, sweetie and right now Daddy is in a mood to be rough. So you had better figure out how to stay silent or there could be a difficult situation to explain." He pulled open her jeans, splitting the zipper and pulling the button off, thrusting them down as he tore her soaked panties from her body. Standing naked before him, she felt vulnerable, exposed and so aroused that she could barely stand. Grinning at her he sniffed the air, making it clear that the aroma of her arousal was evident in the room. He stepped forward, crowding her, pressing her onto the bed, splaying her legs as he stared at her puffy, wet lips. His tongue darted over his lips as he leered at her, making it clear that this time was for him. That this time he was going to fuck his daughter for his own pleasure. Standing over her, seeing her exposed, seeing how her breasts were rising and falling as she panted for breath he felt his cock twitch. He laughed to himself, knowing that if he didn't exert a lot of control this would be over almost before it began. Her eyes were fixed on his hands as he slid his zipper down, his stiff cock pressing out of the opening as he eased his jeans to his mid thighs. He stood for a moment, wanting her to understand that while she was naked, completely exposed for him, that he had no intention of removing any of his clothes. Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 09 This was to be a fuck. Pure and simple. He was going to use her for his needs and no more. This time was just for him. Just for his needs. Jenni realised this and it made her wetter. Her Daddy was going to use her for himself. Because he could. That knowledge made her so hot that she felt as though she would explode. She felt her cunt gush, her juices flowing over her thighs and spilling onto the comforter. She heard him laugh as he saw her gushing. His pleasure in her sexuality made her eyes close involuntarily and without warning she was impaled. He drove his shaft deep into her wet folds, feeling her hot depths grip him greedily as he rammed in and out of her eager body. He grunted his need as he slammed harder into her, pausing for a moment to shift his weight onto one hand so the other was free to pluck at her nipples. He wanted to make it hard for her to stay silent. He needed to feel her take his cock hard and needed to give her his pain. He needed to know that she was fighting to control her need to scream her agony. He needed to feel his control over her. He ploughed harder and deeper into her, not trying to pleasure her, but in his very savagery doing so. His vicious fucking was giving her more pleasure than the sweetest love making could possibly have done. His fingers twisting and pulling on her nipples was sending spasms of pain and delight through her entire being. She wanted to scream, wanted to scream her agony and pleasure, wanted to scream out his name as he fucked her hard and fast. But she couldn't. Because just feet below them her mother, his wife was on the phone complaining about the inadequacies of the man who was satisfying her in every way a man could satisfy a woman. Grunting harder, his cock pumping in and out of her tight, hot cunt Jenni's father felt his anger at his wife disappear, feeling instead his love for his beautiful daughter flood him. He thrust harder, wanting to bury his cock deep inside her, wanting to shoot his seed deep into his sweet daughter. With a final, vicious thrust he felt his balls tighten and his hot come shoot deep into his daughter's body. He groaned his release, slamming into her once more before falling onto her writhing body, her need to orgasm obvious from her movements. He smiled to himself as he realised that she was not going to come unless he gave permission. And right now, he didn't want to give that permission. He wanted his Jenni to feel the frustration of her need to orgasm until later when he would stroke and lick her to a blissful orgasm. Groaning he pulled out of her cunt, grabbed her hair and pulled her to a sitting position. "Clean me up, baby. Clean Daddy's cock." Her enthusiasm pleased him immensely as he felt her eager tongue and mouth lick and suck every trace of her juices and his come from his cock. Pulling away he tucked his cock back into his jeans and zipped up as he watched his naked daughter shivering in need sitting watching him. "Good girl." He stroked her cheek, smiling as she tried to kiss his hand. "Later I will show you what those little Ben Wa Balls can do for you." Her grateful smile filled his heart. "Good girl. Now get cleaned up and come downstairs. I want you to watch a movie with your mother and me." Her startled glance amused him. Just as the idea of spending time with Jenni and her mother amused him. Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 10 Jenni lay on her back, dumbstruck, as her father closed the door. He wanted her to go down and watch a movie with her mom and him. How did he think she would be able to sit still in the same room as them both after what had just happened? Shaking her head, knowing that she would do exactly as she said she stood on shaky legs and went into her en-suite, the bathroom adjoining her bedroom, to take a quick shower. She felt the water hit her skin and bring her back to full arousal as it flowed over her skin, every nerve ending jumping with arousal as she leant against the cool tiles for support as her legs threatened to fail her. She poured a generous handful of body wash into the palm of her hand and started to rub it over her body, her nipples aching and reacting to the sensations of the water and soap and the caress of her palm. She closed her eyes, imagining her Daddy's hand on her breast, remembering how he had both gently caressed and roughly grabbed her breast flesh. Just the thought of how he had plucked viciously at her sensitive nipples made her pussy flood. She slid her hand down her belly, pausing as her fingers felt the hard stud of her belly piercing. The touch of the metal brought back to her mind how she had felt when she thought her Daddy was displeased by her piercing, how she would have done anything to make him happy again. She remembered how he had told her she was not to touch herself without permission, how she was not to orgasm without his permission. She groaned loudly, her body screaming for release and her mind full of the certain knowledge that her father had been more than aware of her need to come and how he had deliberately left her frustrated before telling her to come downstairs. He wanted her to be desperate for an orgasm and maybe, she hoped, was going to give her release later. He had mentioned those little Ben Wa Balls again. Her mind full of resolve that she would obey her father's orders; even though she was alone she grabbed the sponge and quickly washed all traces of her arousal and his release from her body. She turned off the water and after pausing for a moment, reached forward to turn the cold water on full blast. Biting her lip her stifle a shriek of shock she jumped as the needles of cold water bit into her heated flesh. Shivering she stepped out of the shower and wrapped her body in a towel, using another to furiously rub at her dripping hair. As she pulled her paddle brush through her tangled hair she smiled as she remembered how her father had brushed her hair so tenderly yesterday. Warmth crept over her chilled body, heating her as she became aroused at just the thought of her father. Shaking her head at herself, Jenni dropped the towel wrapped around her and walked, naked, into her bedroom. The dim light of the bedside lamp the only illumination as she tried to decide what to wear. Trying to find something that would not cause her mother to raise her eyebrows but which would cause her father's heart to race was more difficult than she had at first thought. Tossing several things aside, letting them fall carelessly on the floor, she giggled as she suddenly realised that she was putting more thought into this outfit than she had for her last date. That was something she wanted to talk to her Daddy about. She was sure that he would no longer want her to date boys from school but her mother would surely question it as though Jenni had not been a prolific dater she had been out with several boys. She was nineteen, and though no raging beauty, was pretty enough to attract several admirers. But before her Daddy no-one had attracted her enough to allow them more than some kisses. Smiling she realised that just the thought of her Daddy had her heart racing and her blood pumping. He aroused her in ways that she had never thought possible. She had never known feelings like the ones he had awoken in her. She had never before felt such devotion, such a desire to please. She knew that she would do anything her father asked. She was his in every way. Feeling her heart racing she knew that she needed to control herself or her mother would wonder what was going on. And her Daddy had already told her that this had to be a secret. She knew herself that their relationship was one many thought taboo. Most people would not understand that the love she had for her Daddy was pure, many would look at him as though he was abusing her. But she was no victim. She was just Daddy's girl. Finally Jenni decided that, due to the time, her wide legged pyjama bottoms and a tight spaghetti strap top would be a good choice. She knew that her Daddy's favourite colour was blue so she knew that he would appreciate her choice, just as she knew that her top would cling to her curves, allowing him to see the outline of her full breasts. She also knew that her hard nipples would be enough to make his cock swell for her. Smiling she slipped a short satin robe over the top, leaving the belt loose, and went downstairs to the family room. As she entered the room she saw her mother sitting on the couch, at the end furthest from her father in his chair. Smiling tentatively she stood for a moment, trying to decide where to sit. Her father's words solved her dilemma, "Hey honey." He sounded surprised to see her, even though just fifteen minutes earlier he had told her to join them. Jenni looked at him, her confusion evident in her eyes, "Hey Daddy." "Your mom and I were about to watch a movie," he continued, his words belied by the double take from her mother as he spoke. "Why don't you sit in the middle of the couch and I will come join you both?" His voice was light as his eyes slid over her body, darkening as his body reacted to her. Smiling to her mom Jenni sat on the couch, curling her legs under herself as her mom asked her what movie she would like to watch. Jenni's mind was so full of confusion that she couldn't even think of what DVDs they had, never mind which she would like to watch. As her father settled onto the couch beside her Jenni heard her mother let out a sigh of exasperation. "Are you not going to put the movie on? It was your idea after all." Her tone was sarcastic and full of contempt for her husband. "Oh," he replied lightly, pretending not to notice the malice in her words, "I thought that Jenni would do that for us." Jenni stood up, turning to look at her parents, one on each end of the couch, "What do you want to watch?" Her question was aimed at both. Her mother shrugged in answer and her father appeared to think before suggesting a movie that Jenni knew had several raunchy scenes. Hearing her mother's tut of disapproval Jenni flushed as she turned to walk to the shelves where the movies were neatly stacked. Searching for the movie her father had suggested she heard her mother hiss at him in muted tones that his choice was hardly suitable. She glanced over her shoulder to see her mother glare at her father as his grin widened. Knowing that her father was enjoying his small moment of triumph over her mother Jenni quickly slotted the disc into the DVD machine and settled back into the middle of the couch. As he pressed the play button on the remote control her father gave a theatrical shiver and reached for the throw over the arm of the couch which he opened up and tossed over his legs. "You look cold too, sweetie," he said solicitously as he spread the warm, woollen throw over her legs also, leaning over to loosely tuck it around her shoulders. Jenni flushed as she felt him touch her breasts and legs as he tucked the throw securely around her body. She glanced guiltily at her mother and saw her eyes were fixed on the screen. She heard the sounds of the movie theme tune and turned to watch the activity on the screen. Starting to relax she felt herself sink into the comfortable upholstery of the couch. After a few moments she became aware of her father's leg against hers. The warmth of his firm thigh felt so good and she slowly shifted so she could lean against his side. As the movie played on, her mother studiously ignoring her father she heard him chuckle gently as his hand started to draw lazy circles on her leg under the throw. Sighing happily Jenni shifted her position; resting her head on his shoulder as his fingers drew patterns on the material of her pyjamas, her skin reacting by pimpling and warm sensations coursing through her. Yawning loudly he stretched and moved to put an arm around her shoulders, pulling Jenni closer to him as they sat pretending to watch the movie. Jenni looked towards her mother, sitting just inches from them on the couch. Her mother had her gaze fixed on the screen, but Jenni could see that she was not happy with the situation, having avoided spending time with her husband over the past months, their relationship growing increasingly strained, and their different reactions to the death of their son driving them apart. While she was furtively watching her mother Jenni felt her father's hand creep down over her shoulder towards her hardening nipple. Darting a glance at his face she saw he was seemingly intent on the screen, paying absolutely no attention to the plea in her eyes. Slowly his hand crept over her thigh until his fingers were running gently up and down her inner thigh, his hand forcing her legs further apart until he was drawing circles around her swelling clit, his other hand cupping her breast. Gasping slightly Jenni made to move away from him, feeling that her mother was certain to see what was happening underneath the throw as they sat right beside her. She felt his hands shift suddenly to hold her in place as he whispered to her that she should stay exactly where she was. Her face flooding with the heat of both her arousal and her embarrassment at the situation she was in Jenni did exactly as he told her and was rewarded with a sharp pinch of her tender nipple. Stifling her yelp of shock and pain Jenni jerked slightly and glanced towards her mother once more. She was relieved to see that her mother was completely engrossed in the movie now, despite her obvious reluctance earlier to enjoy anything that her husband had suggested. Relief flooded over Jenni and she relaxed against the warmth of her father's body, hearing his low, soft chuckle as his fingers felt the dampness of the material between his daughter's legs. Smiling broadly he looked into her eyes, "Enjoying this, Jenni?" His question designed for both the listeners. Jenni nodded, "Yes Daddy, I really am. I didn't think I would, but it really is good." Seeing her mother glance towards her Jenni fixed her eyes on the screen and commented on the dress that the main character was wearing. Her mother nodded in agreement and settled back to watching the screen. As the action on the screen heated up, with the two main characters falling into bed passionately Jenni felt her father's fingers move faster between her legs. With her head on his shoulder she was able to make out his muttered words as he reminded her that she had been told always to wear skirts. Her eyes widening as she remembered his earlier order Jenni let out an audible gasp as her father pressed his fingers hard against the seam of her pyjamas just over her opening and ripped the material open, his fingers probing the hole to find her hole. Her mother's eyes flitted to her as she gasped and thinking fast Jenni made a pretence of finding watching a sex scene with her parents embarrassing. A pretence that was not hard to display as she was indeed finding this situation difficult. Here she was, on the couch between her mother and father, watching two Hollywood celebrities simulate passionate sex whilst her father had ripped open her pyjamas to probe her pussy with his fingers. But she was loving it. Loving the way her Daddy was rubbing his fingers up and down her increasingly wet slit, pausing from time to time to rub her swollen clit then sliding up and down again before dipping his finger into her wet opening. She was growing increasingly wet, with every passing second her body was becoming more and more aroused. Her nipples swollen and erect, every touch of her Daddy's fingers making her want to moan and squirm. Her pussy was wet and greedy for his touch, her lips puffy and her clit long and tender. Longingly she looked into her Daddy's eyes, no longer caring that her mother was just inches away, wanting him to fuck her cunt hard with his thick fingers. He smiled softly at her then looked towards his wife. "Jenni, your mother and I have actually been wanting to have a chat with you." His smile was full of innocence as his wife looked towards him and grimaced, trying to silence him. "Yes, your mother was telling me that she thinks you have had boys in the house when we are not home." Her mother's face was now furious as she glowered at her husband, totally unaware that whilst he spoke his fingers were driving harder into his daughter's gaping hole. "Uh, I don't..." Jenni's words faltered as she fought her need to thrust against his hand and to moan her need. "This is hardly the time. Don't you agree?" Her mother's question more a statement of fact as she stood up. "In fact, I think I am going to go to bed now. You can sleep down here again." Without waiting for a response she strode to the door and opening it delivered a final blow, "Your timing always did leave something to be desired!" As she slammed the door shut Jenni's father threw the throw from their bodies and slammed his fingers through the torn hole in her pyjamas deep into her greedy cunt. He laughed gently as he watched his daughter turn from the demure girl of moments before to a wanton slut thrusting her hips onto his hand as he fingered her. "Good girl." His words of encouragement driving Jenni to greater efforts as she slammed her hips against his hand, wanting her Daddy to fill her needy cunt. Chuckling with pleasure at the sight of his daughter so desperate for him Jenni's father pulled out his wet fingers and pressed them to her lips. She suckled his fingers desperately into her mouth, sucking her own juices from them as he started to press them in and out of her mouth. He enjoyed the sight of her plump pink lips tight around his fingers, though, he reflected, he enjoyed it more when watching them tight around his thick cock. Pulling his fingers from her mouth he pushed her shoulder. Still bucking her hips Jenni fell from her position leaning against his side and lay on her back on the couch, her legs spread wide, the ripped opening in her pyjamas showing him just how wet her cunt was for him. "Oh yes, that is a good girl," he almost growled his words as he saw her soaked lips. Thrusting his fingers into her open cunt he heard his daughter mew and moan with arousal, not caring that her mother had only just left the room. "Good girl, show Daddy just how much you want to please him." He pulled his own fingers from her wet hole, the sound of her wetness clinging to him, trying to keep him inside her audible as he shoved his soaked fingers into her eager mouth. Sucking desperately, tasting her own juices Jenni couldn't keep her hips from bucking and thrusting towards him in her need. "Show Daddy just how you finger your dirty little cunt for him." His voice full of his own desire as his cock strained against the material of his jeans. Sucking harder on his fingers, her eyes burning with her lust for him, Jenni reached both hands down to her ripped crotch and tugging hard ripped the material completely exposing her swollen pussy lips and slick thighs. Grinning broadly her father leant back against the arm of the couch as he watched Jenni slide the middle finger of her right hand up and down her soaked slit, using her forefinger and third finger to hold her lips wide open. He watched as she flicked the nail of her middle finger over her swollen, sensitive clit, watched as she arched her back as her orgasm neared. Jenni tossed her head involuntarily from side to side, the excitement of her arousal heightened by knowing that her Daddy was watching her busy fingers. Feeling the waves of orgasm approach and both wanting to prolong the moment and remembering that she was not to come without his permission she moved her finger from her clit. Looking into his face, seeing how aroused her Daddy was as he watched her masturbate, she smiled her finger sliding up and down her wet slit once more as she whispered in a husky voice, "Please Daddy, please may your girl come for you?" His eyes fixed on her fingers, her wet gaping hole so beautiful to him; he nodded as he spoke, "Yes baby, you may come for your Daddy." As her fingers started to move faster, the fingers from her other hand now moving to her pussy, she slid one finger into her open hole. Her muscles spasmed, trying to grip her slim finger, but it wasn't enough. She needed more. Jenni closed her eyes as she drove three fingers into her cunt as with the middle finger of her other hand she flicked her nail hard over her twitching clit. Watching his beautiful daughter so exposed to him, her clothes ripped open and both her hands busy in pleasuring herself Jenni's father felt as though he would explode. His cock was straining at his jeans and he wanted to free it, to plunge its length into his daughter hot depths. But he restrained himself, knowing that later this evening he would take her that he would fuck her hard and long into the night. For now, he would watch, despite his need he would maintain his control over himself as well as over his daughter. Jenni's three fingers were starting to slide more easily in and out of her gushing cunt, her juices coating her fingers and allowing them to slam deep into her needy hole. Moaning her need to come Jenni added a fourth finger, groaning as the width of her fingers stretched her opening, causing her pain. Pain that she craved. A craving her Daddy had shown her when he had first hurt her. Grunting with the effort of fucking herself so hard Jenni slammed her fingers in deeper, pulling them out only to ram them back into herself. Watching her fingers, her father felt the seed of an idea form in his mind. He watched as her cunt took her four fingers and it took all his control not to pull her hand out of the way before plunging his cock into her. "Do it for Daddy, Jenni. Do it for your Daddy." His words were all the encouragement Jenni needed as she rammed her fingers hard and deep into her gushing cunt and allowed her orgasm to take her. As she started to scream, her senses overwhelmed, her father slammed his hand over her mouth, aware that his wife was well within hearing distance. He watched as his precious daughter writhed and leapt in orgasm, her fingers no longer inside her cunt as her juices gushed from her body, soaking her thighs and pooling on the couch under her ass. Her entire body was leaping and jumping, her head held in place by his hand but every other part of her free to move as wave after wave of orgasm crashed over her. "Oh yes, baby. That's a good girl for Daddy. Come for me, baby. Come for me, Jenni, come for your Daddy." His every word increased her excitement and made her come harder. She was coming for her Daddy. She was coming as her Daddy watched. Jenni's mind was full of the excitement of her love for her Daddy. As she started to calm she felt his hand caress her cheek, smooth her hair from her face. "Jenni, you are so precious to me, baby." The truth of his words demonstrated by the love in his eyes and the tenderness of his touch. Hearing a muffled sound from the hallway outside the door Jenni looked at her father with terror in her eyes. Standing up he draped the woollen throw over her and with a gesture of his finger told her to be silent. Jenni Goes to Daddy Ch. 10 He walked to the door and going into the hallway spoke to his wife, "Shh, Jenni has fallen asleep in there." "I'll just go in and wake her up then so she can go to bed," her mother's words chilled her as Jenni was certain that her mother couldn't mistake the scent in the air. The room was full of the musk of sex. And that couldn't be explained away. She shivered with the fear of what was about to happen, every muscle in her body tensed. "Oh, don't. She looks so peaceful lying there. I am going to finish watching the end of the movie and then I'll make sure she gets to bed safely." His voice was clear as he blocked the doorway with his body to prevent her mother from trying to enter. Tutting impatiently her mother snapped at him, "Suit yourself. I am going out for a while anyway so you can just do whatever the fuck you want." Hearing her mother's words Jenni relaxed slightly, though her heart clenched with anguish as she realised her mother was going out to get drunk again. It was already after 11pm and she knew that her mom would come home completely soaked in alcohol. "Surprise, surprise." Jenni's father's words were dripping with sarcasm as he turned away from his wife to return to his daughter. As he started to open the door he paused and added, "Don't disturb me when you get in. I will be sleeping on the couch, you can have the bedroom." The next sound was of the front door slamming as Jenni's mother left the house. "Well, baby, that means we have the house to ourselves. I think that we should make the most of it, don't you?" Her father's eyes were sad but his smile was wolfish as he pulled the throw from her body and looked down at her lying splayed on the couch. Jenni lay still, watching the emotions race over his face. "Strip and get on your knees." His voice was deep and dangerous. "There are some things I want to teach you." He smiled as he watched his daughter leap to her feet to do his bidding. The tattered pyjama bottoms easily falling from her body and landing in a careless pile on the floor. A pile that her robe and tight tank top joined within seconds. Kneeling, naked, before her Daddy looking up into his face Jenni felt happiness flow over her. This was the happiest she had ever been. This, she thought to herself, was what she had been born for. Jenni Mom was masturbating to the movie by then so I slid to the floor and began lapping her pussy. One big orgasm later I had a hard cock and I got on my knees, slid my cock into her pussy and began to fuck her. She had another big orgasm and I sunk back down and resumed eating her pussy. Mom gasped, "Or you could marry me and we can send Jenni to a convent?" I had a mouth full of pussy so luckily I could not answer.