Daughter’s Horny Urges – 6

Janie awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and alive. She got up and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes sparkled and newfound awareness shone deep within them.

Wanting to please her daddy, she sat down at her dresser, naked. She put on her make-up as carefully as she knew how and then she fixed her hair in a ponytail. When she was through, she picked out a thin beige blouse and a short, tan skirt. After picking out a pink bra and bikini panty set of sheer nylon, she got dressed. Looking at herself in the mirror, she knew she looked good enough to eat and he was sure her father would think the same thing.

But the morning passed slowly for her. All morning long, she kept glancing at her father, watching him and hoping for some sign. Every time he passed by, she peeked out the corner of her eye at him. She wanted him to make her feel good. She needed him to give her some more of his cock but all he did was smile and pat her on the head.

By afternoon Janie was sorely tempted to go into her room and fuck himself with her hairbrush. But she managed to control herself, hoping her father would do something for her itching cunt. When at last she was almost ready to go do it for herself, her father called her into the living room while her mother was in the kitchen.

“Janie,” he said, pulling her into his lap and kissing her sweet lips, “it’s been hard for me to control myself all day, you know that?”

Janie nodded and smiled, gazing into his eyes. She could feel his cock poking between her asscheeks, nudging her asshole. Her asshole burned for something inside it and she knew she wanted to be fucked there. But then she remembered the size of her father’s cock and reconsidered. Maybe she wouldn’t be able to take his prick there, after all. She wiggled her butt as he pinched her nipples through her blouse.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do,” he whispered. “Your mother’s going to the store in a little while. If she asks you to go with her, tell her you don’t feel good.” His fingers dipped under her skirt. “I’ll bet you’ll be feeling damn good right after she leaves, honey, ha-hah.”

“Okay, Dad,” she answered eagerly. “I can’t wait!”

Later, after her mother had gone, Janie rushed into her father’s arms. She hugged him tightly and kissed him on the lips. He responded just like he was supposed to, glad to find that his daughter had inherited his horniness.

Their mouths opened and slid across one another. Janie licked her daddy’s mouth until it was wet, her tongue swirling between his lips. She felt the touch of his tongue on hers and their tongues began dancing in lust. Turning their heads from side to side, they passionately french kissed as the burning in their loins spread.

Then Janie felt herself being pushed away. She stood back while John eyed her from head to foot.

He inspected her make-up and her hair–flawless. His cock twitched as he inspected the smooth, graceful lines of her head and neck. His prick stiffened. He peered at her tits where her nipples poked out from within her bra. His cock pulsed. His eyes roved down her slim body and on down her smooth, slender legs. His prick throbbed. He hungrily stared at her feet, then his eyes traveled upwards.