Have you ever read a story that seemed like it could have been much better if it were just a little longer? I have. I read The Slutty Daughter by Daveslounge and started thinking just how with a little length the story could be a lot better. Here is the longer version that was rolling around in my head
Jim's hardness was painful. He sat on his porch looking down the street as the orange bus emptied of the school girls who attended St. Josephine's. A stunning young beauty would step out of the bus only to be followed by another. Skirts that a few years earlier were the example of plaid demureness now seemed sinfully short. Creamy thighs were exposed trapped between plaid and knee high white socks.
A short while ago Jim had real guilt for looking at these developing women but over time he realized that it was just a natural reaction -- they were beautiful. It helped that they were the seniors and it was the last day of their senior year so they were young but over 18. The other thing that forced him to get past his guilt was that having jerked off to the memories of the gang of young women so many times he had to get past his guilt in order to live with himself.
Finally, Jamie, one of those 18 year old beauties exited the bus. As she reached the bottom step she inhaled the fresh afternoon air. This caused her massive chest to stretch her already compromised button up shirt against her titanic proportions. Jim couldn't exactly see it but several of the buttons were near failing. It was this girl, Jamie, who Jim felt the worst about. None of the others had starred in his nasty fantasies in the way that she did. None of them had made him cum so hard that his knees literally buckled. None of them besides Jamie were his daughter.
As the other high school seniors faded away Jamie came flying down the road towards the porch where her dad sat. Her movement and the bouncing of her chest did nothing to deflate Jim's erection it only started twitching in his pants as he sat mesmerized by the girl. Her body was a sin. Jim had done what no father should do -- he looked through her underwear to find out his daughter was a size 34 I. The poor man couldn't help but fill that cup with his fatherly jizz. The guilt from that one act haunted him for several months but knowing the actual enormous size of his daughter's breasts drove his budding obsession with her further. If the months that had followed he had filled countless bras and panties with his sticky seed.
The only saving grace was that his daughter, as amazing as her body was, had a face full of acne. This seemed to help him maintain some balance as her acne was really bad and served to regulate his lust for her. Had she a beautiful face Jim was sure that the fact that she was his daughter would have done nothing to stop him from raping the girl -- it barely did now.
Jamie dropped down on the swing opposite her father on the porch. She wasn't a careful girl. She gave no thought to what she wore. Her legs splayed open as she sat giving her father a view directly between her thighs. Jim could see the tight fabric of her white panty stretched over his daughters mound and the wisps of red hairs that peeked around the edges. His cock was hurting now it was so hard.
"Daddy, daddy," Jim heard Jamie calling and realized that he had been staring at his daughter's panty clad pussy with his mouth agape. Jamie closed her legs saying, "daddy that's very bad of you."
Jim was caught and very embarrassed. He attempted to explain but only stumbled over his words.
"Is it hard daddy," Jamie asked looking at her father.
