The next day, Lucy was jumpy all afternoon. When she woke in the morning, Papa was nowhere to be found. Her brain was consumed with thoughts of him, and memories of the night before continuously flashed through her mind. A tiny bit of guilt was still mixed in during the morning after their interaction- after all, she had never done anything sexual with another person before. But Lucy could not even dwell on the guilt as her anticipation for what was to come mounted.
After she made herself a small lunch, Lucy sat on the couch in the living room and was doing some needlework when the door opened. She looked up, gazing out the living room door and into the kitchen, where the entryway was. Papa had just come inside, and had evidently spend the day working outside.
Without a word, he walked through the kitchen and then joined Lucy on the couch. He chastely kissed her cheek and set a hand on her knee.
"Lucy, dear, how are you?"
Lucy remembered his words from the night before; something about reciprocation. She had no idea what was expected of her, and suddenly she became very nervous. What if she did not know how to make her father happy?
She recalled the feeling of her father's lips between her legs, his tongue probing her very center making the heat curl up inside of her until she burst, grunting and moaning like an animal. How she craved those feelings again! But she had no idea how to initiate that kind of interaction.
"I'm fine, father," she said simply, blushing and unable to look him in the eye.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"Very well, sir," she said, smiling politely. Her heart was beating in her breast like a drum, and she could hardly breath correctly. She felt her stomach clench, for she was so nervous at having him so close. She longed to rip her skirt up, open her legs, and beg for him to ravish her again, but her proper habits left her unable. Instead she sat calmly, painfully aware of the throbbing between her legs. The wetness of her arousal coated her cunt, and she felt her desire pool between her legs.
Her father rubbed his hand slowly against her knee, through the thick fabric of her dress. Lucy's breath caught, and her hands started to shake.
"Did you enjoy what we did last night, my dear daughter?"
"Yes, father," she said. She couldn't look at him, despite how desperately she desired him to teach her more, to use her body as he liked. Lucy was too shy tell him anything, and instead waited in the agony of her desire.
Unconsciously, her knees twitched, opening a bit.
"Oh? You want some more?" Jack said, catching Lucy's eye. He smiled at her mischievously, and then smirked. "Mmm..." he groaned, and without waiting for any other response from her, he lifted her heavy skirt and slid his hand up her leg, over her stockings.
Lucy's eyes rolled back into her head a bit as her father reached her garter, and then the skin of her thigh.
"My little girl likes this, doesn't she?" he murmured, caressing her inner thigh. Lucy groaned, and trembled. "Little slut that you are... you want your father to touch you, don't you?"
Lucy nodded.
"Say it," he commanded, and gently ran his finger over her sex, through the thick linen of her undergarments, already soaked through.
Lucy moaned. "Please, Papa... touch me."
"If that's what you want," he said, smiling, loving how the orgasm he'd given her the night before had turned Lucy into an obedient, lascivious daughter. A father's dream.
He slid his hand underneath her panties and stroked her wet sex. Lucy shuddered on the couch beside him as he explored her womanhood... first the outside, and then sliding one of his fingers inside her.
"Oh!" Lucy gasped, her bright blue eyes widening. "You're... inside me Papa...!"
Her walls were so tight around his finger that he didn't want to even try to put a second one in, lest he break her before he was truly fucking her. No, he would take her virginity with his manhood, not his fingers. Instead, he hooked his finger inside her, rubbing at her clit and against her walls, making Lucy shudder.
She was a puppet, and he held her strings. Jack watched with pride and desire as his daughter grunted and groaned, shuddering at every motion of his hand.
"Papa..." she said, eyes closed, lost in the pleasure of it. She humped her hips against his hand, utterly unaware of how her hips were thrusting against him. She put her hands behind her so she could get more leverage against him, and she pushed her hips off the couch and into the air, manically riding her father's hand, panting with exertion, a bead of sweat on her brow.
"What a good girl you are," Jack praised.
Her face twisted into an expression of extreme pain, which he knew to be the look of ultimate pleasure as well. She shuddered, gasping and grunting as she came down from her peak. She slumped onto the couch, spent.
"Thank you, Papa," she said dutifully.
"We are not done," he said, retracting his hand from between her legs. His fingers were slick with her juices. "Taste," he commanded, bringing his hand to Lucy's mouth.
She obeyed, licking his fingers clean and letting out a guttural moan... This was so forbidden, so dirty and sinful that it made her feel the fire of lust again, already. She'd never imagined what wonderful things she could do with this man, her father.
"Now," he said, moving on. Jack put one arm behind her knees and another behind her back and lifted her off the couch. He carried her upstairs into his bedroom and deposited her on the floor as he went and sat under the velvet canopies of his bed.
"Take your clothes off, Lucy," he ordered.
"Father-"
"Now."
Fingers trembling, Lucy nodded. She slowly unbuttoned her bodice, and peeled it off, revealing her chemise and corset. Her small, girlish breasts were pressed up by the thick boning, creating a hint of creamy cleavage. Next she stepped out of her skirt, which fell to the floor and revealed a layer of crinoline. Lucy was breathing shallowly again, obviously terrified.
Jack sat on his bed, watching as his daughter stripped for him. His cock was fully erect, throbbing and demanding attention, but he knew he could wait a few more minutes. He would only take this angel's virginity once, and he knew he needed to savor it. It pleased him to see her eyes fall on the huge bulge his cock made in his pants. His daughter's virginal eyes widened at it, and she gasped a little. Was it fear or desire? Probably both, but he made no effort to hide himself. Today, she would service him as a girl should, and he had no shame.
Lucy's corset laced in the front, and her father watched as her smooth white fingers undid the ribbons and she slipped it off, along with her petticoats. She was left only in her shift, which was white and translucent. He could see the impressions that her hard, pink nipples made against the fabric. Her breathing was fast and shallow, making her young breasts rise and fall in trepidation.
"My beautiful daughter," he sighed. "I watched you the other night as you pleasured yourself."
"I know you did, father," she said, looking him square in the eye.
