Daughter’s Horny Urges – 3

John Kelley hummed a tune as he went into the kitchen.

“Hi, honey,” he said, kissing his wife on the lips.

“G’morning, John,” smiled Alicia. “Ready for breakfast?”

“Hell, yeah,” he said, sitting down. Then, eyeing his wife’s great body he leered, “How ’bout a little ass, too? He-heh?”

His wife turned away, hurriedly snapping, “Now, John, I’ve told you that’s supposed to be only for having a baby. Now, please. Stop bothering me about that. I let you have your way once a month as it is, you know.”

“Yeah, okay,” he answered, his voice catching in his throat. “Where’s Janie this morning?”

Glad to change the subject, Alicia told him, “Oh, I think she’s still in bed. Melanie left a little while ago and said Janie wanted to sleep late. Those girls are so nice, so innocent and young. They’re pretty little things, too.” She sighed.

John, his adrenaline rising, answered, “Heh, yeah, they are. Janie’s a big girl now, though.”

His mind whirling, he began thinking about Janie. She was growing a fine body, too. And her friend Melanie … yeah, she was looking real good, too, damn good! Too bad Janie was his daughter and Melanie her best friend. If things were otherwise … Oh, it hurt him to even think about it. He struggled to put the thoughts out of his mind as he finished eating.

Hastily getting up, wanting to get away from his wife, he muttered, “I’m gonna look in on Janie.”

His wife hardly looked up as John hurried out, glad to get away from the frigid bitch. She looked good, but she was a block of ice when touched.

Approaching his daughter’s bedroom door, he slowly opened it. His daughter was lying on her side with her back to him. She didn’t move. Slowly, he crept into the room, whispering her name. Still, she made no move. Careful not to wake her, John stood still, looking around the room.

He breathed in the fragrance of his young daughter’s body. The smell was good … soft and sweet. Yet there was also the odor of something else. Something bestial, animalistic. He couldn’t put his finger on it. Then he spied the hairbrush on the floor.

He picked it up. It appeared normal with a few hairs clinging to it. Nothing unusual. Then he looked closer. The hairs were short and curly and looked like the kind of hairs that come from between a person’s legs. John glanced at his daughter’s sleeping form, wondering if he was right. If he was, then Janie had been fucking herself with the hairbrush handle. He began thinking. Melanie had spent the night so probably she had been in on it, too …

His cock started tingling. So, his young, innocent daughter and her equally young and innocent girl friend had been playing with each other! He wondered exactly what they’d done.

The air in the room stirred and Janie sleepily opened her eyes. Sensing the shift, she looked around. Seeing no one, she yawned and stretched. Her body glowed, fresh and alive. Her cunt sent a wonderful glow radiating through her body, letting her know it was still there. She looked down and noticed that her nipples were standing straight up. She had awakened horny, as she usually did nowadays.

As she rolled over, her glance fell on the hairbrush. It was still where it had fallen, apparently. Something stirred between her legs and she knew that she had to have it inside her.

Her breath quickening, she scurried out of the bed. Scooping up the brush, she lay back down and threw her legs over her head. With one hand she pulled her cunt open and in no time she had the handle rubbing up and down her pussy slit.

She gasped at the touch of cool rubber against her hot cunt. Chills rushed through her body. She pushed it gently between her pussy lips and it sank into the gap. Slowly, she rubbed it up and down her pussy
slit. Touching the rim of her swelling pussy hole, she circled it with the handle. Her fuck juices smeared all around her cunt. Then she slid the handle back up her slit and found her clit with it.

She lurched at the touch. Her clit was engorged and it throbbed in want. She then massaged around the sensitive flesh, circling it sensuously.