The Horriblest Date

I got the call about ten on Friday night. It was Jess, my daughter, out on a date. She had been so excited for she was going out with the hunkiest guy in school, Jason. All of her girlfriends thought he was dreamy and were envious to say the least. She had primped for hours before the date. Her flaming red hair and piercing blue eyes, both attributes she inherited from her mother, shone. She had ‘borrowed’ a dress that her mother had worn. Yes, my little girl was now as big as her mother had been, before we lost her. Seeing Jess in that dress was very hard on me, bringing back all sorts of painful memories, although I did not tell her that. Off she had gone on the best of all possible dates. That was at six.

At ten my phone rang and I saw it was her. Worried I answered. She was sobbing, “Daddy, I don’t know where I am and I’m scared. Please come get me,” she pleaded.

I hit the GPS tracking function and the phone told me where she was. “I’m coming baby,” as I sprinted out the door. I put the address in my Tom Tom and zoomed off. Ten minutes later, I drove down the street to see her standing under a street light. She jumped in and broke down in sobs. I let her cry as I looked her over. No bruises or marks and her clothes looked fine. Whatever it was it wasn’t physical assault and I was relieved. But what had happened?

When Jess stopped crying and looked up I asked, “Sweetie, what happened? How was the date?”

“Oh Daddy, that was the horriblest date!”

It didn't seem like the time to be correcting her English. “Slow down. What happened?” I asked.

She told me, my anger growing in leaps and bounds while I bottled it in not to interrupt her telling. The 'hunk' turned out to be a complete asshole. After dinner, her took her out to this neighborhood and parked. He kissed her, then got grabby. Jess fought him off and kept telling him to stop. He informed her that he knew why she was there and any girl who dated him better put out. That scared her. When he forced his hand between her legs and touched her pussy she was terrified. He had in the meantime, pulled out his cock. Scared to death, Jess took the lesser of two evils, figuring if she got him off he would calm down enough for her to get him to take her home. She started jacking him off, but he nixed that and pulled her face down to his lap. With no choice, Jess had given him a blowjob and he had finished holding her down while he blew into her mouth. After, she had asked him to take her home. His answer was, no babe, you are going to finish by fucking me. That’s when, with his pants down around his ankles, she had jumped from the car and ran off into the dark. She had hidden behind some bushes in somebody’s yard until her drove away, probably looking for her. When she knew he was gone, she called me.

I was seething, it had been an assault. I wanted to kill the little fucker. Had he been there right then I probably would have beaten him to death with the arm I ripped off his body. But that passed as it does in civilized folk, and I asked, “Do you want to go to the police?”

“No, Daddy. Please no,” she begged.

“Okay,” I said. “You don’t have to.” I drove off. I did know where he lived having learned that earlier and I drove to his house. I recognized the car in the front as the one he had been driving.

When Jess saw the house, she freaked, “No, I don’t want to see him.”

“Jess, you need to tell his parents what happened. Next time he will rape some girl. How will you feel knowing that you could have prevented that?” Yeah, I was loading a lot on my daughter who was the victim here. But how would either of us feel if the shit raped a girl later? I didn’t want to live with that and I didn’t want Jess to have to live with that. I knew in her emotional state she just wanted to be done with it, but if it happened to some other girl because we had chickened out I also knew how both of us would feel.

She saw I was serious and she knew how I felt about doing what was right. “Okay, Daddy.” She sat up straight and composed her face. Her eyes were still puffy and red from crying. I was as proud of her in that moment as I have ever been. When his mother opened the door she immediately saw that there was a problem just by Jess’s looks.

When we came in, Jason was there and when he saw us his face turned ashen, that look of a kid who knows he is caught and his face just flashes guilty like a liquor store neon sign. His mom saw that as well. “Jason, you better sit down.”

“Mom, I need to go…” he started.

She interrupted. “Sit!”

Jess told her story, while holding back sobs.

Jason’s father had joined us and I saw his anger as his face got redder and redder. His mother’s anger looked colder and deeper, not a violent anger but one so full of wrath I almost, that is almost, felt sorry for the little shit. He deserved what he was going to get, his life was going to be a living hell for a while.

We excused ourselves and left. Jess composed herself on the way home. As we got out of the car she asked, “Why?”

“That’s a good question, sweetie. Many young guys haven’t learned to control the powerful emotions and desires surging through their bodies. Hormones are pouring into them. A few shits, like Jason, have girls fawning over them and they get to feeling like they are entitled and some girls cave in to that, giving him what he doesn’t deserve. I have a feeling that little Jason is never going to do that again if the look in his mother’s eyes was any clue.”

She looked at me inquisitively, “So young guys can’t be trusted.”

“Let’s just say that some young guys haven’t learned to control their passions,” I said. "All young guys get grabby and need to have their hand slapped occasionally but Jason was way over the line."

She didn’t say anymore until we were in the house. I could see she was still shaky. “You want some hot cocoa?”

That finally brought a smile, “Yeah.”

I went to the kitchen to make the cocoa putting a little brandy, well, mine was more brandy than cocoa, in to settle both of us. Jess had taken off the dress and put of an old t-shirt of mine that served as her typical sleeping garment. I gave her the mug and we sat in the kitchen drinking and talking. She was still edgy after the mug so I said, “Jess, I can tell you are bothered. Please take this the right way but if you want to sleep in my bed tonight you can.”

When her mother passed away, Jess had taken to sleeping in my bed. There was nothing amiss about it and to tell the truth my bed was so empty and cold having her there made it easier for me and her. When she had started to sprout she quit sleeping in my bed. The offer was made in acknowledgement that if she wanted to be pampered like a little girl she was welcome.

“I’d like that daddy,” she said smiling.

“It’s late, I’m going to bed,” I said. I changed into my pj bottoms. It had been a hot autumn day and was still warm though a cooler breeze had sprung up. I hopped in bed and turned off the lights. A few moments later, Jess came in. “Daddy, are you awake?”

So much for my short term memory, I had already forgotten my invitation. “Yes, sweetie. Climb in if you still want to.”

Apparently she did because she climbed under the sheets and snuggled up. “I remember when we used to do this.”

“I do to, sweetie.”

She turned around and spooned up to me, my arms going round her like I did when she was ten, before she turned into a woman.

She sighed, “Daddy, this is so nice. I wish we hadn’t stopped doing this.”

“You were growing up. We had to stop before you, well, grew up,” I said.

Jess giggled. “Daddy, if you only knew. Even then, when you fell asleep, I would turn until your hand was on my tit and I would rub against you. Sometimes, I’d get your hand between my legs and rub against it. That was the best.”

“I don’t believe it. I’d wake up.” I objected.

“Oh no, you make this funny uffing sound right before you wake up. That’s when I'd turn on my side,” she said.

I was stunned, could it be possible? Her mother had teased me about that exact sound she had said I always made when waking up. When Jess was ten she had used me to masturbate while I slept.

She had turned to look at me in the soft light coming in the window. “You don’t believe me.” She turned a bit and my hand found her soft mound, the nipple hard in the palm of my hand. I started to pull it back when she grabbed it. “No, you’re asleep,” and put it back on her chest, once again the hard nipple burning the palm of my hand. She started moving, the palm of my slack hand rubbing against her. “Um, yes, that feels good.” Then she moved my hand down between her thighs as she turned onto her back. The heat covered by her silky panties seared my hand. It was a moist heat seeping through her panties leaving no doubt that she was turned on. Her hips moved against my fingers. Lord, but the feeling that assaulted me. I hadn’t touched a woman sexually in so many years… All those so long repressed desires burst out and I felt my cock growing. I was getting a hard on for my own daughter as she rubbed her pussy against my hand, something I was sure until seconds ago would never happen. But there it was.

Jess, while humping her hips up and down also rubbed against my now erect cock. She stopped and looked at me. “Daddy, did I do that?” She looked at it intently, then said, "Cool." She sat up quickly and stripped off her shirt and wet panties throwing them off the bed.

Appalled, I apologized. “Sweetie, I am so sorry. I don’t know why it happened,” while I stared at my beautiful sexy daughter.

She giggled as her hand reached into the fly and wrapped around it. “Really, you don’t know why it happened?”

“Jess, I know why, I just mean it shouldn’t happen with you. Christ, I just rescued you from a little snot who couldn’t keep it in his pants and…”

She cut me off. “That was different.”

“He forced you to give him a blow job!” I nearly yelled.

“It wasn’t my first, daddy. Geez. I did that because I didn’t want to screw him, not because I’ve never done it.” Her hand slid up and down over my cock. “I like yours.”

I know that I’m a grown man and I’m supposed to have more control, certainly more control than some snot nosed teenager, but it had been so many years. Her hand felt so incredible and in the dim light she looked so much like her mother, who I loved more than life itself.

She lovingly drew my shaft out of my pjs, slowly stroking it. She bent down towards my staff and with my last bit of will I said, “Jess!”

Her voice sultry, she said, “Daddy, I told you it wasn’t my first time,” and her head went down until her lips touched the end of my cock. They opened and her tongue twirled around, teasing me as she took more and more of my shaft, sucking and licking, her small fingers stroking up and down as the shaft disappeared in between her wet hot lips.

“Oh God, baby. That is incredible,” I moaned.

She backed off, smacking her lips as they left my rod, “I guess that means you don’t mind that I’ve been a bad girl.”

“How bad a girl have you been?” my father mode kicking back in.

“Just bad enough to make you say it is incredible, and more than that I don’t tell,” she said sassily. Her hand squeezed my cock making me forget all about the past as she bent down again taking my fleshy stick back in. I was lost. Her head bobbed up and down as my rod got wet and I felt the first imminent rumblings.

“Baby, if you keep that up I’m going to cum.” I said.

She speeded up. That was all it took. As I said it had been years and having a woman sucking my cock after all those years, there was no way to hold back. The rumblings built until they were a major quake in my balls and bang, they exploded. I felt the cum running up my rod as Jess kept her hand stroking my cock. She had moved back so that she just had the head between her lips. Again and again I felt the discharge of cum gushing into her sucking mouth. She swallowed like a pro, taking every drop, moaning like she was eating the richest vanilla gelato as she sucked down every drop of my cum. I fell back, drained, spent, finished as she let my now soft cock fall back onto my belly.

She licked her lips and said, “Thank you, Daddy.” She came up and snuggled into my arms. We lay in the afterglow, my afterglow, quietly. Eventually, her hand went down and took my spent rod in hand. She manipulated it and surprisingly I felt the blood flow start. I could tell she felt it as well as her hand picked up and started sliding up and down. That was all it took for my shaft to stand up. Jess threw her leg over me, knelt above me, held my rod straight up, centered it, and slowly slid down onto my cock. Lord, but she was tight, gloriously wet and tight so that as my cock forced her open. As she bottomed out, she moaned, “Oh Daddy, you fill me up. You feel so gooood.”

Jess ground her hips against me for a bit, then she put her hands on my chest and began the up and down and around, slowly fucking herself on me. She looked just like her mother riding me. It was a good thing I had just cum since this was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced, a young beautiful woman, her red hair like a flaming aura flying in the air, bouncing on my rod, her perfect tits right in front of me, daring me, calling to me. I reached out and took both in hand, tweaking her nipples while massaging them. Jess moaned and quickened her pace. Suddenly, she sat bolt upright and trembled like an aspen tree in a Rockies wind, moaning and sighing, then she slowly fell onto my chest, her pussy rippling around my cock.

We lay like that for a bit before I rolled her to the side and pulled out. I got behind her, lifted her hips, and plunged my cock into her from behind, her mom's favorite position. Her head came up and she cried out, “Yes!” I thought so too as I began plowing her from behind, pulling out until just the tip remained in, then plunging back down until my loins slapped against her soft ass. I slung low to press against her button on each stroke. I was enjoying the feel of her pussy clasping me on every stroke when she started trembling again and fell forward, leaving me on my knees my cock hanging out in mid air.

This time I helped her roll over onto her back and mounted her. Now it was my turn. I fucked her hard and fast until I felt the rumblings which I let come until I exploded into her twitching channel below me filling her with all the remaining cum I had. Drained, my balls spasmed letting me know they were done for the night.

I snuggled up to Jess. “Daddy, I didn’t know sex could be so good. We’re going to have to do this again.”

I bent down as her face turned up and our lips met in what we both knew would not be our last kiss, but the first of many.

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