6 comments/ 21264 views/ 21 favorites Jessica Pt. 01 By: TheJoker81 Mr. E was laying in his bed, his dick hard as a rock. The images in his head playing over and over, as he gently caressed his balls. He shouldn't have these thoughts. Shouldn't let them fuel his desire to start rubbing his dick. The memory of earlier in the evening started to replay, as his hand moved up his shaft, toward the head of his cock. He had been walking down the hall of his three bedroom house. A house only occupied by him and his daughter, Jessica. For the past three years it had felt hollow, ever since losing his wife. He could hear the shower flowing in the bathroom a few feet down the hall. She was always running the shower for at least fifteen minutes before she got in, even after he told her, multiple times, how expensive her showers had made the water bill. "It's only water, dad. I don't even take that long'a showers." His timing of one such shower had reached forty minutes. "Jessica, the shower is running, and no one is in it!" He called down the hallway. No response. As usual. Shaking his head, Mr. E. approached the bathroom door. She was in the shower, he could tell by the sound of the water. "Guess she forgot to close the door," he thought, as he reached out to grab the handle. She often walked the hall in only a towel before getting in the shower, a behavior, he now noticed, that had increased since turning eighteen two months ago. As he reached for the door his heart skipped, and he noticed her figure out of the corner of his eye. In that split second of recognition he could tell that her body was facing the door, legs spread too far apart to be standing normally. He could tell that her arms were up, one seemed to be clutching the back of her head, one raised to her chest. He followed the instinct to glance, not giving it a second thought. That second thought didn't come to him then, only now, as he lay in his dark bedroom, rubbing his cock. "I shouldn't be hard because of this. She is my daughter. I must be a sick fuck," he thought, slipping back into the memory of what took place earlier in the night. She was standing there. Shoulder length red hair soaked with the water, it running down her face. Her hands, one behind her head, as he had recognized, one massaging her left breast. He should have stopped looking. Should have felt bad about the way he suddenly saw her. Exposed. His gaze continued down her body, caressing her ribs, her navel, her hips. Then, it drifted to the mound between her legs. He became fully hard at that moment. Backing out of view, spying, he watched as she slightly thrust her water soaked slit back and forth. She was playing with herself. "Oh god, why did I watch?! My own daughter?! Why am I touching myself while I am thinking about it?!" It didn't stop his hand from moving his foreskin back from the head of his member. "I don't want to stop," he thought. Her hands had drifted over her body as he watched. Caressing her breasts, then her face. Moving from her ribs...down...to her cunt. The hair around her mound was trimmed short, and only covered her slit. Being a redhead, like her mother, it was barely visible though. "Jesus, I watched my daughter finger her pussy. The pussy I helped give her!" He remembered how his heart had started racing when she slipped a finger-tip between her cunt lips. "Oh my god, I'm going to cum!" he thought. Mr. E. came, squirting his seed onto his stomach, feeling his dick pulse in his hand. He couldn't stop thinking about her, his baby girl. She had started slow. Her finger barely moving on what he knew was her clit. After a few minutes her hip thrusts grew in intensity and he watched as his daughter came; her body almost convulsing with the feeling that was obviously coursing through her body. Her hands moved back to her head, her face, and her neck. She started squeezing her breasts. No bigger than handfuls, at least for him. They seemed big in her hands. "Wow, I haven't cum like that since..." he didn't want to complete the painful thought. "Okay, that's done. I need to figure out why I would do this? Why thinking about Jessica made me want to touch myself?" He started thinking about the encounter again, "What was it? The way she had positioned herself and left the bathroom door open? Almost asking to be watched?" He imagined the scene; her feet pressed over the lip of the shower, propping her body against the wall, facing the door. Her legs spread. Mr. E's cock started to twitch in a way that told him he would start getting hard again. "Really?!" he thought, and drifted back into the memory. Her right hand had stayed at her breast, tweaking her nipple and squeezing her breast. The left moved, with more eagerness, to her cunt. This time she didn't touch her clit, her finger disappeared between her smooth, young pussy lips. Her finger started sliding back to front, an intention in her movement. He had felt cum leaking out of the tip of his cock at that moment, while he watched. She pulled the finger from her pussy, brought two to her lips and slid them into her mouth. She sucked on her fingers for a second, as her right fingers squeezed her nipple. When she drew her fingers from her mouth they were wet with saliva. She pushed them down her body, back into her cunt. She started moving her fingers more feverishly now. Sliding them in and out of her slit. Her hips arched out, then violently back toward the wall. She bent forward, letting out an audible moan. "I watched my daughter cum. I watched it, and I liked it," he thought, as he started to stroke his cock again. The foreskin pulling back, then sliding over the head, as it grew in his hand. "Oh god, I liked it a lot," he thought, picturing his daughter again. His bedroom door cracked open at that moment and she stuck her head in his room. "Dad?" her voice came, deafening in the silence that had proceeded it. "Are you awake?" "Yeah, baby." he answered, pulling a leg up and draping the sheet to hide his incestual lust. "What's up?" For a split second he imagined her saying, "Well, you certainly are," in a sexy voice. He almost came at the idea and felt a drop of pre-cum roll from his throbbing cock. "I wondered if I could talk to you for a second," she said, "I have been thinking about mom." "Fuck." He thought. His wife suddenly entered his mind. "What would she have thought? My own daughter. She would have divorced me, and turned me in to the police," he thought. He was taking too long to respond. She pushed half her body into the room. Her silhouette made him remember the shower. "Dad?" "Y-yeah baby, come on in," his voice cracked, suddenly hyperaware of his hard dick. He watched as she finished moving into his room, leaving the door just cracked. It was just light enough for him to make out the curves of her beautiful body. She sat on the bed next to his hips. His one raised leg, draped in a sheet, the only thing separating his daughter from his embarrassment. "Since mom died I have been so sad. I know, we both have, but I mean...I look at all my friends and their moms...they're doing...well...mom-things with them," her voice had a hint of tears in it. "I just...I worry about you. About you being happy. About us being happy." "Baby," he half whispered, "I am so sorry. I just haven't really been interested in dating since..." "But your daughter is making you hard. What is wrong with you?" he thought. "A-and," he stumbled, "I am sorry we don't have any close friends that are women." His gaze started drifting from the silhouette of her face, down her neck, to her chest. He could see her tender, hard nipples poking out behind her shirt...no, it wasn't a shirt, he realized. It was her mom's negligee. She was wearing her mom's lingerie. He accidently let out a short, slight sigh. "I have been thinking about that too, dad," she said, her hand gently reaching out and touched his chest. "The dating part." A short silence, then a whisper, as she leaned closer, "Maybe you don't need to date anyone. Maybe you can find what you need...right here." She placed a hand on his chest, which then slowly drifted to his stomach. It stopped just under his naval. She turned her body toward him, placing one leg on the bed, along his side. She hardly moved her left leg, leaving her pussy spread open. He thought he could almost smell her sex. It was too dark in the room to see it, but he wanted to. He remembered the shower. His cock betrayed him and he felt cum run from the tip of his cock with a slight shudder. His seed running down his shaft, landing in his pubic hair. "B-baby," he whispered, "you shouldn't have your hand there." He wanted it there though. He wanted her hand around his cock, caressing his balls, sliding over his cum-covered pubic hair. "I'm...doing okay," he said swallowing. She responded, "I know you watched me in the shower tonight. I know you saw me playing with myself...I wanted you to. I left the door open, hoping you would see." He had grown soft after he came, but the words she whispered made his cock twitch again. "Will you turn on the light?" she said as her hand slightly rubbed him, dangerously close to his now throbbing cock. "I want you to see me, naked. I want you to see how wet my pussy is." Her hand drifted further down, brushed over his cocks mane. She stopped when she felt his cum, the edge of her hand pressing lightly against the base of his member. "I knew you would want this. I didn't know that you had already cum." Her fingers rubbed through his hair, spreading his seed. "I've never touched one, did you know that?" Her whisper grew more aroused. "I want to touch it. Will you show me how to do it right...daddy?" He paused. "She never calls me daddy, always dad. Why is that a turn on? What am I doing?" he thought, "why is this even a question I am thinking about?" His hand reached out, to the lamp on the nightstand. He pulled the cord, his eyes shut. "Daddy?" she asked, "Please look at me. Please teach me how." Her fingers caressed his pubic hair, rubbing his cum in deeper. He couldn't even hear his voice as he spoke. "Baby, this is...that...you have to go to your bedroom, now." He reached out blindly, found her shoulder, and pushed her gently. "Go on." He had to sit up to push her far enough to feel good about himself. Far enough to feel less tempted. Pushing meant sitting up, and as he sat, the sheet tented over his pole; a slight wet spot on the tip, his pre-cum showing on the sheet. He hadn't thought about that, it surprised him. He opened his eyes. She was turning away, he saw every inch of her. He watched as her perfect young ass moved away from him. Mr. E. touched his cock through the sheet as his daughter lifted her fingers, covered in his cum, to her mouth. Two Weeks Later Jessica was wet. All over. "I wonder if he will look today?" she thought, "I want him to look at me again, the way he looked at me that night. I want him to look at me period." She had left the door wide open, not just half open. She had tried that for two weeks. Her thoughts drifted back, to after he had turned on the light. The utter disappointment in seeing that his eyes were shut. The shear thrill of seeing his manhood under the sheets as he pushed her away. The way his cum tasted on her fingers as she walked away. She had felt a dribble of her own cum roll down her inner thigh then. "I want to talk to him. Tell him how wet I got when I saw his cock pushing at the sheet," she thought. She turned her back to the door, like every day she had showered since. She knew he had watched her ass as she had walked away, there was a mirror in the hall. She had seen him reaching for his cock. She wanted to turn around, but knew he would have turned her away again. That was when she decided to lick her fingers clean, just to tease him. She leaned against the wall in front of her, her young tits pressing against it, pushing her ass out. She reached to her wet slit with one hand. It wasn't just water making her pussy wet now, she felt her lips sliding against each other, wet with pre-cum. "Oh, daddy. I just want to make you happy again," she thought, her fingers sliding over her mound. She slipped two fingers in-between her wet pussy lips, sliding them over her clit. "Your cock looked so hard, I know you wanted to show me." Her fingers started working on her clit, she arched her back, pushing her ass out a bit more. Giving him a view of her smooth young pussy, if he were to look in the door. She began to quake with her orgasm a few moments later. "Jessica," his voice came. She grew excited, then a wave of disappointment washed over her, "You are going to be late if you don't hurry up." He was not at the door, he was just down the hall. "I'm coming daddy." She fanaticized that his cock grew with those words. She washed between her legs, shut off the water and toweled off. She had to walk to her room to get dressed for the day, she didn't bother wrapping a towel around herself for the trip. Jessica walked the hall naked. She left the door to her room open as she dressed. Slipping into a pair of frilled pink panties, and a pink lace see-thru bra. She could hear her dad in the kitchen finishing the dishes from breakfast. She pulled on a shirt, the V-neck came down between her breasts. Slipped into a skirt, and put her hair up in a ponytail, while looking in the mirror. "Okay Jess," he said from the kitchen, "we need to get going." She walked to the front door, where her dad was waiting. "I'm ready daddy," she said as she grabbed her book bag. His eyes didn't move from the keys in his hand. "Okay," he said as they walked out the door. The day went slowly once she got to school. He had dropped her off, like every other day, saying his goodbye without even looking at her. "See you at home daddy," she would say while trying to sound dejected and making physical contact, if possible. He would always pull away though and never seemed to look directly at her. Her classes had gone well enough today, but it was her last class that she looked forward to the most. Biology lab. Her partner, Malachi, was one of her oldest friends from high school; one she had started to feel something besides friendship for. Mal was about the same age as Jessica, only three months older. He was tall, had dark brown shaggy hair, and was well built. Not skinny, but not fat either, somewhat like her dad. "Hey Mal," she said as she sat in her normal seat, "How's it going?" She stole a glance behind the table, between his legs. "Ah, it's going," Mal answered as he met her gaze, "Shit's been boring today." Jessica smiled at him, "I know what you mean," she said. "Hey, you going to come over tonight? I feel like we need to study for this exam more." "Yeah, we should go over it all again. I bet we both fail!" he said with a smile. She knew he was joking with her, they were both some of the smartest students in the class. "Good, let's say after dinner? Dad wants to unwind a bit after we eat." The instructor started the class. Jessica started thinking about her dad, thinking about his cock. She started to get wet again. Jessica had to stop at the bathroom before she left the school. By the time her class had finished, she had left a slight wet spot on her seat. She had waited till Mal walked away before getting up, slowly sliding across the seat to wipe up the cum with her panties. She walked home alone, enjoying the sun and warm weather. Constantly aware of her cum soaked panties. Jessica always got home before her dad. She would have enough time to do her homework, and watch some TV before he got there. Jessica dropped her book bag next to her bed. She undid her skirt, pulled her shirt over her head and let her hair down. Jessica stood in front of her full-length mirror, unsnapped her bra and dropped it in the hamper. Her eyes looked at her panty-covered mound and at the wet area over her lips. She slid a hand over her breasts, down her stomach, over her pussy. One finger slid out over her slit, pressed the wet panties up in-between her lips, brushed her clit. She pulled her panties off and stepped out of them. She brought them to her nose and smelled her cum. She dropped them into the hamper. Jessica took a minute to look at her body in the mirror, then walked to her dresser. "I am not going to give him any more tries. I am going to make him look at me. Make him want me," Jessica thought, as she reached into her underwear drawer and pulled out a shear white thong. "He will have to look. I wonder what he will do once he looks though. I hope he touches me," she thought, slipping on the thong and running her fingers over her pussy again. She laid on her bed, on her stomach, and did her homework. An hour later Jessica sat in the living room, on the couch, watching TV, or at least that would be what her dad saw when he walked in. However, if he walked around the couch he would see her, all but naked, rubbing her clit. "Oh daddy, come home. Come look at me, see me waiting for you." She pushed a finger inside her sopping wet cunt. "Oh daddy, I want this to be your cock. I want to see how big it is, feel it spreading me apart. Cuming in me." Jessica felt her hole tighten around her finger as she came. She pulled her thong back over her mound and waited, feeling it soak up her cum. Jessica's dad came home right on time. "Hey baby, thank god it's Friday, eh?" he said as he walked in and put his keys on the hanger, took off his shoes and set his wallet on the table. "Yeah," she answered, "Glad to be home? Mal should be coming over after dinner, to study." Jessica didn't turn around, didn't get up. She sat, legs spread apart, waiting for him to come around the couch. He didn't. "Okay, well we'll get dinner started soon." She heard him head into the kitchen, and open the fridge. Disappointment washed over her. "That's alright daddy," she thought, "I can come to you." She stood up from the couch, brushed her fingers through her hair and walked toward the kitchen door. "Only one way out now daddy, you will have to look at me. Have to touch me." She stopped in the doorway. Her dad was standing in front of the sink, looking out the window. One hand held a beer, the other was on the edge of the sink. "Daddy?" she said, "Why haven't you looked at me since that night?" He was silent, but didn't move. "I just want you to look at me again. I love you," she said, moving toward him. "I just want you to be happy, and I thought..." He turned toward her, his eyes focusing on her. Her heart skipped, and started racing as she saw his eyes drift over her body. She moved to within an arm's reach of him, glancing at his crotch, reaching a hand out to his. She watched his eyes as they met hers. He lifted his hand to her cheek, stroking it with his thumb, his eyes drifted. She watched. Watched as he looked at her lips, her neck. Watched as her dad continued to use his eyes to feel her breasts, look down her stomach. They stopped on her covered mound. Jessica knew he saw her pussy. Jessica brought her left hand to meet his right, on her cheek; her right reached for the bulge starting to grow in his pants. "Baby..." he trailed off, "Baby, I love you, but..." His left hand stopped her from reaching its goal. "Daddy," she whispered, stepping closer and looking into his eyes, "I want to...please?" She tried to push her hand closer to his cock, but he held her back, moving his right hand to her shoulder. "Jessica," he began, but she silenced him by leaning in and kissing him on the lips. His mouth opened and allowed her tongue in. He pressed his tongue into her mouth. Jessica could feel her pussy getting wetter, her nipples harder. He pulled her closer. She felt his cock press against her stomach. Her heart was pounding. Jessica Pt. 01 Suddenly he was pushing her back. "Daddy, please! I finally get you to look at me, touch me, and you push me away? I know you want this too! I can see it!" she said and gestured to his cock. "Baby," he said, "this is not where you want to start. You wouldn't be ready for this. You couldn't take it." He reached down and rubbed his cock through his pants. "You're right, I do want this," he said, placing his hands on her shoulders and drawing her closer, "but my cock is a bit bigger than you would be able to take, at least not right away." Jessica glanced down to the bulge. "Can I at least see it?" she asked in a sultry voice, looking into his eyes. "I want to see it." His hands ran down her arms. He held her right hand while his went to his pants. He unzipped his pants, reached into the fly and grabbed his cock. He paused his movement. "You want to see my cock, baby? I want you to see it. I want you to see what you will be training for. I have been thinking about this moment since I saw you that night. We just can't start out with this right away." His hand drew his cock from his pants. He wasn't lying, it was big. Jessica had a six inch dildo in her nightstand; her dad's cock was at least three inches longer, and was definitely thicker. She looked, saw his foreskin and the veins running throughout his member. She felt her panties grow even damper and let out a slight moan, "Oh, daddy..." His cock released a drop of pre-cum that fell to the floor. Jessica couldn't think about anything but his cock as they ate dinner. After he had let her look at his dick, her dad had gone to the bathroom. She knew he had gone to masturbate. The thought had turned her on so much that she went into her room and fucked herself with her fake cock, imagining what her daddy's member would feel like compared to it. Throughout dinner they talked, as if nothing had happened. She could see a difference in the way he was looking at her though. He was still imagining her naked, she was sure. Mal arrived about a half hour after they finished eating dinner. They talked to her dad for a few minutes, before heading to her room. They sat on the floor as usual, looking over the notes and books that pertained. Jessica found it hard not to steal glances at Mal's crotch, and think about what his cock looked like. When Mal was sitting just right, Jessica was pretty sure a bulge in his pants was his cock, running alongside his leg. "I wonder what his looks like?" she thought, "It can't be bigger than daddy's." Jessica thought Mal noticed her eye-humping his crotch one time, but he just smiled at her and looked back to his notes. Her panties grew wetter under her short-shorts. Jessica and Mal finished their studying an hour later. They walked to the living room afterward. "Hey daddy, we are done. What're you watching?" she said as she sat down next to him, putting one arm around his neck. Mal took the seat on the left side of the sectional. "Oh, you know, some stupid action movie," her dad replied, as his hand found her inner thigh. She glanced at Mal. He was not paying attention to them. Luckily, Mal's interest in "stupid action movies" matched her dads. He wouldn't notice that her dad's fingers were dangerously close to brushing her cunt. Her panties got wetter as she looked up into his eyes and whispered, "I love you, Daddy." He looked down at her and smiled. Mal gathered his things and said his goodbyes after the movie. Jessica was wet from her dad's teasing touch on her thigh. When the door had closed, Jessica turned to her dad, put her arms around his neck and lifted herself on her tiptoes. "Daddy," she whispered, moving her mouth closer to his. "I want it to be Mal." Jessica felt her dad's cock stiffen against her stomach. He smiled and kissed her, gently tonging her mouth. He pulled away, "I think you made a good choice." She smiled, innocently. Saturday Mr. E. was as hard as a rock. He was almost always hard when he woke up, but today...today he had plans. Plans that excited him. He turned onto his back and reached his hand down, under his boxers. "God, two weeks ago I was so ashamed of this. I shouldn't like this idea as much as I do," he thought, "But I need it. I love her and she loves me. I need Jessica. I need to show her my love." He stroked his cock slowly a few times, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat up and stretched his arms. Usually in the morning, by the time he made it to the bathroom, his cock had become flaccid. That was not the case today. Instead, it pushed his boxers out like a tent pole. "I don't have to hide it anymore," he thought, "She wants to see me, I don't need to worry. I love her." He walked past the bathroom, to the doorway of Jessica's room. He slowly pushed the door open. What he saw made his cock want to explode, and he felt pre-cum wet the boxers at the tip of his cock. "God, she is so beautiful, and sexy," he thought, as his eyes drank up her luscious young body. She was laying on her back; legs folded to the side; an arm above her head, the other across her stomach. She was naked, the bedsheet tangled around her ankles. Her tender young nipples were hard, and her ass was bare. "Must have tossed off the sheet," he thought, "Glad she did. I never want to stop looking at her." Mr. E. let Jessica sleep. He headed to the kitchen to start the coffee. They had been sharing morning coffee for years. Today they would talk about things they had never discussed, over coffee or otherwise. "She wants Mal as her training partner," he thought, as he scooped the grounds into the machine. "I am glad she chose him, he has been a great friend for her since before her mother died." He filled the coffee pot with water, and poured it into the machine. "I hope he will accept." It was nearly ten o'clock before Jessica's form appeared in the doorway, above the paper he was reading. "Good morning, baby," he said, only looking at her out of his peripheral vision. "You sleep alright?" He put the paper down, and reaching for his coffee, looked up to scan his beautiful little girl. She was only wearing a pair of bright white panties. He took a moment to admire how her mound looked under them, before looking her in the eyes. "Coffee?" he asked, letting his gaze drift to her bare tits. "I would love some," Jessica said, as she moved toward the fridge. He watched her breasts bounce with each step, and smiled as she turned to open the fridge. Her panties were only laces in the back, giving him a perfect view of her bare ass. "I slept alright, to answer your question," she said, bending at the waist slightly, giving him a perfect view of her covered pussy and bare ass. He felt his cock begin to stiffen against his boxers. "Your ass is so perfect," he said, pushing his chair away from the table, and letting his hand rub his growing cock. "I love you. I love your body. The way you move..." he drifted off. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. He nearly came as she licked her smiling lips. "You like my ass daddy? You don't know how long I have wanted to hear you say that," she said, turning around, exposing her breasts to him again. "Oh, I see," she said, noticing what he was doing through his boxers. "I love my daddy," she whispered, licking her lips again. Setting the creamer on the counter, she moved toward him, never taking her eyes off the bulge in his underwear. She dropped down in front of him, her breasts bounced as her knees hit the floor. "Can I see it again? Please, daddy?" she said in a voice filled with lust. "I want to touch it this time. I want it to cum. I want to make it cum for me. Can I do that?" He released his cock from behind his boxers, letting her see exactly how much he wanted her. Pulling back his foreskin, he released a drop of pre-cum. She sighed "Oh, daddy!" and licked her lips again. "Not yet, baby," he whispered to her, "We need to talk about some...rules, before we go any further with our passions." He took his hand off his cock, pulled his boxers over it and stroked her cheek, smiling. "Why don't you get your coffee and come sit down?" He watched her as she leaned in toward his cock, mouth wide, and started to stand. He reached out and grabbed her face before she fully stood up. He pressed his mouth to hers, letting his tongue slip into her mouth. As their parted mouths, he groaned, "Mmm!" Jessica turned and walked to the coffee pot, taking her time to fix her coffee with cream and sugar. He never stopped gazing at her ass. He resisted the urge to stroke his cock, but did grab it through his boxers, holding it tight. She turned around and leaned against the counter; coffee at her stomach, both hands on the cup. He loved how the pose pushed her tits together. He saw that her gaze was fixed on his dick, a look of desire on her face. He smiled, "Jessica, I want you very much," he began, "but I don't want to hurt you when I...fill you up," he winked, as her eyes met his. "I was serious about training you," he continued, "about training your cunt to take me." She almost appeared to buckle at the knee when he spoke the word "cunt". "Daddy," she said with lust, "I have a toy. I have fucked myself with it plenty," she blushed, and her eyes looked to the ground. He felt his cock twinge as he imagined Jessica with a dildo in her pussy, fucking herself. She looked back to him quickly. "Not that I am loose, or a slut!" she said, pushing away from the counter. "I have never had a boy in my...cunt," she said sheepishly. He watched her as she sat in the chair next to him, placing her coffee on the table. Mr. E. smiled at her as she put one of her feet on the rung of the chair, and spread her legs; the other leg swung toward the leg of the table. "Jess, I am glad that you've broken yourself in. How big is it?" he asked, with a hungry look at her covered mound. She shifted her hips, rocking her young cunt up into his gaze. "It's six inches long. I don't know how big around it is," she replied, "It's not as big around as you though. She bit her lip and looked him in the eye. "I suppose you still want to train me?" she asked, "I just want to jump you now though. I don't care if it hurts anymore. I want you. I have waited for so long, been such a good girl," she smiled seductively. "Yeah, Jess, I still want to train you," he said, reaching a hand out to meet hers. "I don't want you to feel anything but pleasure when I push my cock into you," he said looking into her eyes, trying to convey his desire for that moment. "I want to talk about Mal being the one you want to train with," he stroked her hand lightly, and continued, "He has been a friend of yours for a long time, and frankly I am surprised you guys have never...fucked. What makes you think he will accept, and how should we approach him?" Jessica turned her hand over to meet her palm with his, and gripped. "I think we should talk to him together," she said, "and I have seen him stealing glances of me for a couple years now. Not in just a friendly way either." She started stroking his palm and continued, "I was looking at his cock last night, under his pants of course. He just smiled when he caught me." She took her coffee and lifted it to her lips, taking a sip and glancing at his cock. "He'll say yes," she said, and set her coffee down. "He wants me just like you do, and I want you both. I think we can convince him together." He picked up his own cup and noticed it was nearly empty. "Okay then, if you are sure," he said, as he stood, his erection pushing at the front of his boxers. He walked to the coffee maker to fill the cup. "So, when do you want Mal to come over again?" he asked as he returned to the table. His erection had begun to soften, but when he sat and saw his daughter sitting naked in front of him he grew hard again. "I was thinking he could come over tomorrow," she said, reaching down and gently running her hand over her mound. "I could tell him I want to study more. Maybe I could dress up in something sexy?" Her hand drifted up her body to her breast, she twisted her nipple. "Can I watch you fuck yourself, daddy?" she asked out of nowhere. His cock jumped at the words. She licked her lips. "I would like that baby," he answered, leaning forward in his chair and running a hand up her thigh. He moved his eyes over her body, looking from her eyes to her firm tits; from her tits to her covered pussy. "Can I watch you while I do it?" he asked, stopping his hand just before he actually touched her pussy, "I would like that." Her hand moved back down her body. He watched as she reached for the side of her panties and pulled them away from her pussy. "Do you think I like that idea?" she asked, giving him a sultry look. He was eating her with his eyes, thinking about how he would like to taste the wetness of her glistening cunt. "Daddy?" she asked when he didn't answer, "Do you think I would like that?" "Let's go in the living room, baby," he said, standing and taking her hand. They walked to the living room hand in hand. His mind was racing with the lustful thoughts he was having, and he realized he was touching his balls as they walked. "Here," he said when they got in front of the couch, "Lay down on your side." He let go of her hand and pulled his boxers off, freeing his swollen cock. He watched as Jessica pulled off her panties, laid on her side and angled a leg up; exposing her pussy to him. He laid down, positioning himself so his cock was in front of her face and her pussy was in front of his. "I love you, baby," he whispered, grabbing his cock, "I want to see you cum." He started to stroke his cock, feeling the wet foreskin sliding over his head. She was looking at him with desire, licking her lips, as her hand reached her cunt. She used two fingers to spread her lips apart, and probed her hole with a third. "Oh, daddy," she moaned, running her finger up and down her slit, "your cock is so big, and hard." He watched as she started rubbing her clit, pussy lips still spread. He loved the sight of her wet cunt, and it compelled him to rub his cock more quickly. "Do you want me, daddy? Do you want my pussy to be wrapped around that big dick?" she said, taking her eyes off his cock to look him in the eyes. "I do, baby," he moaned, his orgasm beginning to fill him, "I want to feel how tight you are. I want you to feel how I fill you up with my cock." She started to rub her clit faster as he spoke, "Do you want that?" he asked, "Show me that you want it too." He watched as she slid the middle finger into her hole; the remaining fingers still spreading her open. She started to thrust her hips to meet her invading finger, as she said, "Please daddy, I want to feel you inside, just like this. Pumping my pussy, making me cum." He slowed his strokes, running his hand up and down the entirety of his member. "Oh daddy," she said looking at his pre-cum covered head, "Please, will you cum for me? I want to see it." "Baby, I am so close! Will you cum for me?" he said, "I am about to cum!" His hand moved quickly up and down his cock a few times, and he came. "Ohhh, Jessica!" he exclaimed, looking to see her reaction. He saw his cum shoot out, landing in a stream down from her cheek to her tits. "Fuck, baby!" he said as his orgasm subsided. Her fingers were buried in her dripping pussy, a look of satisfaction on her face. "Did you cum, sweetie?" he asked, "It didn't seem like you came." "I didn't daddy," she replied, sounding disappointed, "I think I was too excited from watching you. I am sorry, I wanted to cum for you." Her hand had not moved from her pussy. He stood, watching his last clinging drops of cum fall from his cock to the floor. He reached a hand out to her. "Come on," he said smiling at her, "I will make sure you get yours too. It is the least I can do now that you are covered in my cum." He led her to her bedroom. They reached the foot of her bed and he stopped, pulled her close and kissed her. She immediately started to push her tongue into his mouth. He felt a twinge in his limp dick as they kissed. He pushed her to sit on the bed, then gently laid her on her back. "Let me make you cum, baby," he whispered to her. He pushed her legs apart, as he sat next to her, and ran a hand up her inner thigh. As his hand reached her wet slit, she moaned, "Oh daddy, please, make me cum. I want to feel your fingers all over me." He ran a single finger up and down her pussy lips, feeling the wetness that awaited him, the heat that coursed through her. "Mmm..." she groaned, "Please?!" He pushed his finger between the lips of her cunt, finding her clit. His finger started slowly and he looked to her face. She was looking at him, obviously aroused, mouth open in pleasure. "Oh, daddy," she said "Will you put a finger in me? Will you feel how wet you've made me?" He didn't hesitate, his finger traveled from her clit to her hole and sank inside her. "Oh, yes," she moaned, her back arching, her hips shifting under his hand. "Do you like having your Daddy's finger inside you, Jessica?" he asked, starting to wiggle it around inside her. "Do I make you want to cum?" He started pumping his finger in and out of her pussy, hooking it up against her pubic bone. "Oh god, daddy, yes! Please make me cum!" she said, raising her voice at the feeling, "Keep finger-fucking me! Make me cum!" Her hips started to rock his finger deep inside her, and her pussy tightened around him. "OH GOD, DADDY! I AM CUMMING! You are making me cum so good!" Her cunt was squeezing his finger and he felt his cock begin to stiffen again, as she continued to cum. "I...I can't stop cumming on your finger, daddy!" He began to move his finger in and out of her pussy harder and faster. "I love how much you are cumming, baby," he said, thrusting a second finger into her. Her back arched as she closed her eyes and moaned. "I love making you cum, Jessica. I can't wait to make you cum on my cock," he said, and he reached his free hand to his cock. He started stroking vigorously. Wanting to cum with his daughter. His fingers continued to work her pussy vigorously, moving in and out quickly, feeling deep inside his daughter. He reached his thumb to her clit and began rubbing it quickly. "OH GOD, NOW DADDY! I AM CUMMING AGAIN!" she screamed, as her pussy tightened around his fingers and quickly relaxed. He felt a warm stream as she began squirting on him. He couldn't hold back any longer. He gave his cock two quick strokes. "I am cumming too! Oh god, Jessica!" he said loudly, "your squirting pussy is so fucking hot!" He leaned over her pussy, mouth open, as he pulled his fingers out of her and a final stream of girl-cum shot from her cunt. "Oh yeah, baby! Mmm..." He swallowed her cum, and smiled as their eyes met and his cum dripped down the side of her bed. End Part One