Sometimes you can open up to a complete stranger in a way you couldn't with anybody else, tell them your deepest darkest secrets, and maybe find out something about yourself. My name is Jack Prescott, and I've got a story to tell. It's one of those stories that just eats you up until you let it out, only thing is this is the kind of story that your not supposed to let out. It's the story about how I fucked my daughter.
Do I have your attention now? Good. I'll tell you because I have to tell someone, and it might as well be you. I feel like a kid at Christmas who got the best toy in the world, but can't show it to his friends. I feel like a teenager again, I also feel guilty as hell.
Let me give you a little background, my daughter is Jessica Prescott, she's nineteen, five foot six, I guess she's about a 34c, she's got dark brown hair that's slightly wavy and goes down to just past her shoulders. She's slim, athletic really, a body built for dancing, tall and thin, long legs and a flat, tight stomach. Her eyes are amazing, deep and brown, doe-eyed I guess they call it. Then there's her mouth, she has a bee-stung bottom lip that gives her a slightly pouty expression, and gives men like me bad ideas. She's both cute and sexy at the same time.
She just got back from UCLA for summer break about a week ago. I first jerked off to my daughter when she was in high school. She had just hit puberty and had made the transition from gawky to gorgeous seemingly over night. I was in the shower stroking my cock and closed my eyes. My mind started to flash to images that turned me on. I saw Playboy playmates in my mind's eye, I saw scenes from my favorite porn movies, and then the images cleared, and all I could see was Jessica. She was standing on the sidelines at a football game, she was in her cheerleader uniform, and I stroked faster. When my mind flashed on the sight of my daughter bending over to pick up her pompoms I came furiously.
I felt strange about having those feelings for my little girl, I was angry with myself for thinking about her that way, I was even a little angry with her. I decided to try to forget about the whole thing. The only problem is I couldn't forget about it. She asked if Billy Walters could come over and study with her. I remembered "studying" with girls when I was her age, but I figured she's a good girl, what's the worst that could happen? They decided to study in the pool-house, because it would be quiet in there. The pool-house is set about a hundred feet from the house, it has a few chairs and a couch, and a full bar set-up. The wife and I use it in the summer and when we throw parties.
At ten that night my darling wife decided that she had a hard day, so she washed down a sleeping pill with a martini and went to bed. A hard day my ass. She'd spent fourteen thousand of my dollars to buy a coffee table. A fucking coffee table! What a life I had. Susan, my wife of twenty-one years was a compulsive shop-a-holic, not to mention closet alcoholic, and pill-popper. Frigid bitch. Do you know what it's like to have to beg and plead your own wife to have sex with you on your wedding night? And every night since then? Then, when she finally relents, all she does is lie there and cry. I should've married Kerry Carlton. But, Kerry Carlton was a slut, and you can't marry a slut, no, you have to find a nice girl. So I find a nice girl, she's fucking crazy, but she's nice.
Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh yeah, that night at the pool-house...It's ten o'clock, my wife is passed out, my other daughter is away at college, so, I start to stroke myself, right there in the living room. Then I started thinking about Jessica out in the pool-house with that boy. I couldn't risk getting caught by those two so I put my dick back in my pants and poured myself a scotch. Then another. As the booze started to work on brain I wondered what Jessica and Billy were doing out there. Were they really studying? Or were they making out or maybe a little more than that? I had to find out.
I crept around to the back entrance of the pool-house and stood on a box to look into the window. What I saw changed my life. Billy sat upright on the left side of the couch, his arms were behind his head and his eyes were closed. One other thing, his pants were around his ankles. My sweet, young daughter, Daddy's little girl, was stretched out on the couch, lying on her stomach with her legs bent up and crossed at the ankles. She was lying the same way she did when she read books on her bed. She wasn't reading a book this time; she was sucking Billy's cock. She propped herself up with her left hand, and stroked Billy's member with her right. She was bobbing up and down on his dick with a steady rhythm, sucking and stroking at the same time.
I felt dizzy as I watched this. All the blood ran out of my head. I grabbed for my cock, I was rock hard. I massaged myself through my pants. Jessica took her mouth off Billy's member and stared at it, almost like she was examining him. She looked bored. She started to use her hand on him again; I started to use my hand on myself. There I was a forty-one year old man, jerking off to the sight of his own daughter giving a blowjob. Jessica stopped playing with Billy's dick and started to rub and squeeze his balls, Billy squirmed as Jessica licked his balls one by one. Billy began speaking. I leaned in to see if I could hear.
"...Unnhh...You're gonna make me cum..." Billy moaned.
"That's sort of the point." Jessica said. She grabbed his cock his at the base of his shaft and squeezed. Then she spit on it. She rubbed the spit all over his shaft and jerked him has fast as she could. He tensed up, she sensed this and moved her head away from the head of his dick. Billy's flailed as his dick exploded. As Jessica jerked him, spurt after spurt flew out him.
I couldn't hold back any longer either. I came so hard my knees buckled. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming out. A few minutes later, when I'd composed myself, I looked at Jessica. She was curled up on the right side of the couch, she was playing with Billy's cum which was all over her hand. What a little tramp, I thought. What a little slut. Billy looked dead. He was a mess, cum all over his shirt and his legs.
"Can I get that paper now?" Jessica asked a little annoyed. She took some tissues out of her pocket to mop up the cum on her hand. Billy nodded and took a report out of his school bag. He placed the report on the table.
"Man, Jessica, Donny said you were the best but that was unreal," Billy said. Jessica just giggled. "So, do you need anyone to do that lab-report for you?"
"No, Will's going to do that one for me."
"And what are you gonna do for him?"
Jessica smiled. "What I just did for you." She giggled some more.
I couldn't take anymore. I put my dick in my pants, sneaked back into the house and focused on what just happened. The girl I had felt bad about jerking off too, was giving out blowjobs in exchange for schoolwork. She was actually blowing these guys to get them to do her homework! I remembered what she said when Billy told her he was going to cum, 'That's sort of the point.' What a whore I thought as I took a shower. What a whore I thought as I jerked off to the image of her sucking off Billy.
I had to have her. I knew it was wrong, but what I had just seen changed the way I thought of her. She was a slut now. Just like every girl I dated before marrying Susan. Daddy's little slut. I had to figure out a way to get her. It took time, but I figured out a way.
