Dinner was a silent affair, and I thought about what I would say, when I confronted my daughter about this behavior. I wanted it, but I wanted it to be done right, and at the right time. But when I went up to her room, to tell her, she was sound asleep. Sighing, I stepped into the room, to turn off her light.
I looked down at my little girl, all grown up now. The nightshirt was twisted across her body, tightly molded against her large breasts. She must be a D cup by now, if not, then at least a very full C cup! Her nipples were extended, and hardened even in repose. She rolled over a bit, and the blanket fell from her waist, exposing her bald pussy. I gasped at the sight of those tender pink lips, and the little bubble of wetness pooled at the top of her slit. God how I wanted to taste that! I wanted to see more, and gently pushed her knee, which was bent and propped up, outward.
Her knee fell easily, such as one will when the owner is asleep. No resistance. This left her legs splayed wide open, and I watched in fascination as her plump pussy lips began to open, much like one of the tender rose buds I had sent to her earlier. Slowly, the petals opened, and I leaned forward to smell my little flowers fragrance. She smelled so sweet. The body wash she used was honeysuckle something. Erotic in itself, for there was nothing I would rather do right this moment, than suckle the honey from my sleeping daughters pussy!
I leaned over to turn out the light, intending to leave. Then I noticed my bottle of sleeping pills on her nightstand. I panicked for a moment, thinking she had taken them all, but the bottle was still mostly full. Had she taken one tonight? I thought back, and knew the bottle had been in my medicine cabinet the night before, so she must have. My deviant mind then realized, she was out for the night, and not much would wake her up!
My cock made up my mind then and there, that he was in charge from this moment on. I turned the light down a notch, but not to total darkness. I still wanted to be able to see her body, and any reaction she might have. Then I settled myself on the bed, my face between her legs.
I inhaled her scent for quite a while. I could not get enough of that smell. Then I realized I forgot to shuck my pants, and got up to do so. My hard member sprang out in relief. I gently sat back down on the edge of the bed. With my left hand, I gently stroked the exposed inner thigh of my little girl. She moaned in her sleep, and hiked her thigh up higher, widening her legs even further. I noticed that her inner thigh was pink and her face slightly flushed. Just that one touch had affected her this much!
Slowly, I reached up, and began unbuttoning the nightshirt she wore. Soon, I could see the creamy expanse of skin that was her chest and stomach. Gently, I parted the shirt open, and gloried in the view of Jen's breasts. They were creamy white, with rose tipped buds, fully extended. My mouth watered at the sight. I flicked a nipple with my thumb, causing them to harden even more. Then did the same to the other breast. Little goose bumps dotted her breasts and down her stomach, then magically disappeared. I repeated the process, and almost chuckled as it happened again. God she was so responsive! I half wished she was awake, so that I could enjoy her full responses. Sighing, I knew that tonight this could not be. Perhaps another time? I leaned forward, and licked each nipple, suckling it lightly and loving the feel of them in my mouth. A small moan escaped her, and I quickly looked up at her face. She was still sound asleep.
Emboldened, I traveled lower. Kissing, licking and dipping my tongue into her belly button as I passed it. I watched the rise and fall of her chest as I made my way lower. As I did so, I saw her camera on the nightstand. Devilishly, I thought to leave her a moment-o of our time together. Let her masturbate to this, I thought mischievously. I reached over and turned the camera on, making sure that it had the entire frame set properly. Then I continued my journey of her body. Finally, I was faced up against her pussy again. I inhaled deeply once more.
With my tongue, I teased her outer lips until her hips began to subconsciously gyrate in my face. It was erotic watching her body respond when she had no conscious thoughts to do so. I let my hot breath make love to her pussy for a full minute before snaking my tongue out to taste her for the first time. I closed my eyes in ecstasy as her flavor coated my tongue. Supreme! I had never tasted a pussy so sweet in my life. Not even her mother's!
I took my time, licking in circles, using the flat of my tongue and sliding it up from her sweet hole to the tip of her engorged clit. Sucking that hard nub into my mouth, and bathing it with my tongue as I sucked it in deeper. My hands caressed her inner thighs as my mouth worshipped what was between her legs. I was a man possessed, by the power of her young pussy. I dipped my tongue into her hole, fucking her with it, over and over. Her breathing became ragged, and her hips bucked up into my face of their own accord.
I glanced at her face, time and time again, to be sure she was still asleep. Once assured, I continued my onslaught with my tongue. All at once, her body stiffened, and she magically filled my mouth with thick, white, creamy cum. I'd not had cum of this consistency in decades, and I hungrily lapped it up, diving in for more. Her thighs began to close, and I held them apart.
Quickly, I situated myself between her thighs, my legs under hers. I sat there, my cock straining eagerly for her sweet puss. Not this night tiger, I thought humorously to myself. I took my rigid member in hand, and began to stroke it firmly. More white creamy cum escaped from her oozing pussy, and I rubbed the head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy, scooping it up. It felt so soft, so slick, that I continued to rub the head along her slit, spreading her cum along her outer lips. I knew I was going to cum soon, but couldn't tear my cock from her pussy. I loathed to break that connection at all. I drug the head from her clit down to her hole, and daringly dipped it inside. Her pussy grabbed at it, and held it tight. I could pull it out, if I only tugged on it, but I couldn't. I sat there, stroking the shaft, while her pussy milked the tender head of my cock. I stopped stroking when I felt my cum rising, and when the feeling passed, I continued. I wanted to prolong this pleasure as much as possible.
Slowly, I ran my fingers up the base of my cock, to where our bodies co-joined. Then I popped the head out, ran it up her slit twice, and popped it back in. More of my shaft disappeared inside her this time. I gasped at the tightness of her womanhood. Daringly, I pushed my cock in deeper. It was heaven. That is the only way to describe what I felt at that moment. I pulled my cock almost all the way out, and slid him back in just a little more, feeling her barrier. My baby was still a virgin! I damned near came right then and there, and had to stop touching myself once again. No way was I going to let this experience end so soon.
When my orgasmic high subsided, unabated, I once again began slowly moving in and out of her pussy. I was only in her about three inches or so, but that was enough for the time being. The silky hotness of her channel milked my cock mercilessly. Her hips were bucking against me a little faster now, and I feared that all this movement would waken her. I reached out my hand, and began to stroke her clit once more with my thumb, while stroking my cock with my other hand, the head still buried within her. This had the effect both she and my cock were frantically searching for. Release.
It hit me like a ton of bricks, when her pussy clamped down on my cock, violent spasms upon my rod, milking it harder. Her wetness washed over me, and before I knew it, my seed was shooting into her hot pussy. I yelled out, "Nooo!" But it was too late! I had dumped my load in my baby's pussy. Her virgin pussy. Oh, shit! What if I got her pregnant? All these thoughts rushed through my head, before I was even finished spewing my spunk inside of her. Guiltily, I cleaned her up, and covered her once more, then turned out the light. I gathered up my clothes and snuck out of her room. I was now thoroughly ashamed of my actions. How on earth was I going to look her in the face after this?
The next morning, after having molested my daughter in her sleep, I was up and out of the house early. Very early. I drove to a truck stop about 30 miles away, and had a solitary breakfast. I thought long and hard about what I had done to Jen. What she obviously wanted me to do to her, and what I would still like to do with her. Our lust was mutual, and now, we were both adults. Admittedly, I was older, and knew better.. But I had to give Jen credit. She was a smart young lady, and if she were tempted to sleep with men her own age, I would, as a father, wish her the insight to choose a man worthy of her.
I swallowed the mouthful of coffee I was holding in my mouth, and asked myself, "Am I not worthy of my own daughter?" The vicious circles my mind went through that morning, tore at both my heart and my head.