When I woke up on Thursday, before I got out of bed or even opened my eyes, I realized it was a day and a half until Penny's exam. After the previous night, when I heard her touching herself to a sweet and entrancing orgasm, this good news made my stomach twist with excitement. Unlike the other days since I discovered this desire, I was not disgusted with myself. A switch had been flipped, where my desire to be a good father was turned off in favor of my lust for the girl in the next room.
Now that I was letting my mind run free, I recognized how much I had been denying for so long. The way I loved to snuggle her on the couch when she wore her cute little nightie. How I loved to fuck Laura in the same exact kind of pajamas. Women my own age were attractive, and even slightly younger, but the way I responded to girls my daughter's age was - well I wouldn't say unusual, as I am a man, and young pussy is just about the greatest pleasure in the world, but it was astonishing at least.
I let my mind drift. Oh my little Penny. So she liked to touch herself. I realized I could ask her about that tomorrow in the exam - how she liked it, how often. My cock was hard just imagining her answers. Maybe she'd be nervous. I liked that even more.
What went through her head? Did she imagine a man licking her pretty little pussy? I remember from the night I went into her room that it was as small as half an apricot. My whole tongue would cover it. I could imagine now, moving my face back and forth over my daughter's gorgeous wetness, coating my face in her juices, drawing those little kitten's mews from her.
Or maybe she imagined getting pounded. That was even better. Did she want a man to fuck her the right way? Not slow and romantic like those silly movies she watched, but like a real man who knows what he wants? I'm good at that, I know it from the throaty grunts I get out of the women I fuck. They lose themselves. Could I do that to Penny?
I imagined her on our kitchen table, her legs up on my shoulders, my hands gripping her on the hips as I slammed her little peach.
"Fuck me daddy!" She'd cry, "fuck your little girl daddy!"
I came into my sheets.
When I got downstairs, Penny was nowhere to be found. For the first time in a few days, my fatherly instincts kicked in. She was still asleep and would be late for school.
"Pen?" I called up the stairs. "Honey I think you forgot to set your alarm."
I knocked on her door and opened it.
The sight stopped me in my tracks.
Penny was asleep with the covers kicked off. She was wearing one of those lacy bralettes, the kind without any lining, and matching panties, both black. She lay on her back, one leg kicked up enough to show the bulge of her ass, the line on the inside of her leg, the bare skin under the lace.
I'd come ten minutes earlier but I was hard again. Where were her cute jammies? I'd never seen these before.
All I could think about was her pleasure session the night before. Perhaps my Penny had made something of a night of it, put on underwear that made her feel sexy, maybe even (dare I think it?) watched some porn. So it hadn't been simple experimentation; Penny had wanted to get off. "I'm not a little girl," she'd told me. She had no idea how much I agreed.
God she was gorgeous. The bra was tight over her little chest. I could just make out the shadows of her nipples under the lace. My whole body went hot, my balls ached, and I knew I wanted to suck on my little girl's breasts. The image of my mind's eye - me, her daddy, her father, with her tiny breast in my mouth, her hand on the back of my head - made me ooze some precum out of my cock. It was so wrong. She was my baby. Her daddy shouldn't lick her tits!
But oh God, she was so hot. Her pussy was right there, and I could only wonder if she'd used her fingers or a toy the night before, if she'd played with penetration. I thought of her fucking herself with a dildo and hoped to God she had.
All I wanted was to crawl over her, pull her panties off, and enter her before she even woke. By the time she realized what was happening, I'd already be thrusting and she couldn't stop me.
I twitched my hand toward my belt buckle. I could do it. Though I didn't want to hurt my baby, I wanted her enough that I knew it was possible. There she was, gorgeous and almost naked, the sounds of her orgasm still in my head. It wouldn't take much - I knew if I even touched her panties, I wouldn't be able to stop myself. But then I imagined licking her beautiful lips, her rosebud, making her scream out "Daddy!"
She'd never do that if I took her like this. And I'd never get a good look at her pretty little flower. It would be over and done with in minutes, and I'd be left without Penny. Tomorrow I would have her pussy spread out voluntarily in front of me. I had to wait.
I leaned over and touched her thigh, brushing my hand over her skin there. I could fit the whole thing in my hand.
"Time to get up Penny," I said, my erection painful as my baby girl stirred awake. "Time for school."
After I dropped her at school, I made arrangements to see Laura. Penny did homework at her friend Sally's on Thursday, so I could go to work, pick up Laura and bring her to the house, then drop Laura back at the bus stop and be on time to pick up Penny.
Work was a haze. I'm normally very focused, but that day every pussy I saw could have been Penny's. Instead of being the doctor I knew I was, I felt like Tom - each woman spread out before me like a gorgeous landscape. I saw Penny in every cunt - but hers, I knew, would be better. Only one girl, eighteen, a blue-eyed brunette, curvier than Penny, made me hard on her own. She was gorgeous and it was a relief to want someone who wasn't my daughter.
Her name was Olivia, and she had just moved to town. She told me she had started her senior year at the high school. Her pussy was pink and beautiful, with long lips I wanted to suck. I looked into her big eyes and knew I wanted her, far more than Laura, almost as much as Penny.
I put on my gloves and began the exam.
After work, I floored it to the bus stop where I'd arranged to meet Laura. She climbed into the passenger's seat with a smile on her face.
"What's the rush lately?" she asked. "You looked like you were going to crash into the curb right there."
"I have a lot on my mind," I said. "Are you complaining?"
"Nope," she said, no doubt thinking of the tip I gave her last time after I'd rather brutally fucked her face. "So where are we going?"
"My house," I said.
She didn't hide her shock. "Really? What if someone comes home?"
"They won't," I said. "Now no more questions."
When we arrived, I noticed how she looked around at pictures on the walls, books on the shelves, my degrees. I realized, though Laura knew my fantasies better than anyone, she knew almost nothing about me.
I led her upstairs and into Penny's room.
