Justine’s Daddy

by Lisa Turner

Sweet16babygirl@hotmail.com

 

 

Book #1

 

CH 1

 

Justine woke up late. She slept straight through her alarm and would have missed school if her father hadn’t woken her.

 

“Justine, wake up.” Her father shook her gently. “You sleepy head. Get ready for school.” Richard was dressed in his suit he always wore to court. He was a successful lawyer and a single father. Needless to say, he was a busy man, but he tried not to be impatient with his daughter as her sleepy eyes opened to stare up at him.

 

“Hmmm…Hey Dad.” Justine mumbled before closing her eyes.

 

“No way kiddo. Open those eyes. You’re already late.” Richard looked at his watch and swore. “Justine! Jump up. Now.” He removed the blanket that she was huddled under, exposing her to the cool air of the morning.

 

Yawning, Justine eyes squinted ajar. “Ok, ok. I’m up. See.” She stood on wobbly legs. Her nightgown was short, showing off an abundant amount of smooth, slim thigh.

 

“That a girl.” Richard said as he bent down and kissed her cheek. His eyes swept her long legs before he averted his gaze. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen in 10 minutes.” And he was off to get his briefcase and prepare some pop-tarts.

 

Justine swore. If only she hadn’t stayed up till 4 AM talking to Daniel. He was her best friend, and his brother had just had a serious accident. Thankfully he was going to be ok, but Daniel was a wreck. He thought he was going to lose his brother for days. It had been touch and go for the last week, but last night the doctor had said Daniel’s brother was out of the woods. He couldn’t wait to tell Justine the good news, and they ended up talking about life and death for hours. Now she was paying for it.

 

She took a quick shower and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair looked good when it air dried, so she left it alone but applied some mascara, blush and light lipstick. A few minutes later she was in the kitchen with her father nibbling a pop-tart and heading out the door. Her father trailed behind, already on his cell phone.

 

“You tell him not to say a damn thing till I get there. Not one thing. No! Damn it, he doesn’t have to tell them anything.” Richard’s voice boomed out passionately. He started the car as Justine listened to him curse and hang up his phone.

 

“I guess it’s going to be a rough day Dad.”

 

“When is it not?” Richard sighed. “But then, I love what I do. When it’s not rough is when I am going to hate it.” He gave her a little wink as he backed out of the driveway.

 

“Daniel’s going to give me a ride home today after his baseball practice, so I won’t be home until later.”

 

“As long as you got your cell phone with you, just in case you need me, and tell Daniel to drive safe. He’s carrying precious cargo.” Richard honked as someone cut him off, almost slamming into his BMW. “Damn!” He glanced at Justine. “Sorry sweetheart. How’s Daniel’s brother doing?”

 

Justine filled her dad in on the situation as he approached her high school.

 

“It’s good to hear. Tell Daniel I hope his brother gets well soon.” Richard slowed to the curb.

 

“I will Dad.” Justine gave her Dad a peck on the cheek and jumped from the car. “See ya!” She called and slammed the door running to class as the bell rang.

 

Richard watched his daughter and wondered about her relationship with Daniel. They had been friends since elementary school, but now they had both matured. Were they having sex? The idea made his heart lurch and his throat tighten. A waive of rage stabbed at him, shocking him. As he drove away he tried to push that thought from his mind, but it stayed with him. Why should it bother him so much? His phone rang and he was pulled back to the present.

 

“I’m on my way.” He said as he pulled into traffic on his way to court.

 

 

CH 2

 

“Don’t tell me you didn’t notice her drooling all over you?” Justine giggled as she got into Daniel’s truck. “She’s like crazy about you.”

 

“Maybe,” Daniel shrugged. “But I don’t think she’d break up with her boyfriend for me, and I’m not about to start anything with him.”

 

“You could kick his ass.”

 

“That’s not the point. If she wants me, she should just break up with him.” Daniel reasoned. “Why do you care anyway?” Daniel started his car and turned to look at Justine before he stepped on the gas.

 

Justine’s expression never faltered. “I don’t,” she lied. She nonchalantly changed the subject as they made their way to her house.

 

“Isn’t that your Dad’s car?” Daniel said as he stopped in front of Justine’s two-story brick house.

 

“Yea. I wonder what he’s doing home early.” Justine looked curious. “Oh, that reminds me. My dad wanted to say that he hopes your brother gets well soon.”

 

“I’ll tell him he said so. I’m actually going to visit him at the hospital now.”

 

Justine leaned in to give Daniel a hug. The embrace lasted longer than was comfortable. Her busty chest pressed into him, and her clean feminine scent wafted over him like a drug. She flashed him with her beautiful smile as she turned to leave the car. “Call me,” She yelled as she strode away. He stayed to watch her slender figure retreat inside, and then he drove off.

 

 

CH 3

 

“Dad?”

 

“Justine. I’m in the kitchen.” Richard bellowed.

 

“What are you doing home?”

 

Richard face broke into a boyish smile. “I just saved a man today sweetheart. The case against my client was dismissed. Insufficient evidence and illegal search and seizure. Daddy won and now it’s time to celebrate.” Richard took another sip from his brandy glass.

 

Was this his 3^rd glass? His head was feeling a little fuzzy. At least he was no longer thinking about Justine’s sex life. Of course those thoughts were behind him now, and the rage it ensued was only imagined. Why would he be angry anyway? His daughter was 17 and mature for her age. He trusted her. He drained his glass as he eyed Justine over the rim. Did she just get back from sleeping with Daniel? He had the urge to hurl the empty glass across the room, but instead he refilled it and took a deep swallow.

 

Justine looked at her father in amazement. “Take it easy dad. You’re drinking that stuff like water.” She rolled her eyes as she opened the fridge and took out some carrot sticks and ranch dressing. “Want some?”

 

Justine’s voice echoed in Richard’s brain. Want some? Want some? Want some? He turned away from his daughter and walked to the sink. He splashed his face with water, wetting his brown hair in the process.

 

“Hmmm. I guess that’s a no?” Justine rambled on. “God dad, I’ve never seen you like this. You are like acting so weird. Anyways, Daniel’s going to see his brother, and he’s going to tell him that you hope he gets better. I think it would be nice if we sent some flowers to the hos-“

 

“Are you sleeping with Daniel?” Richard leaned against the sink and felt the words tumble out before he could stop them.

 

Justine face fell. She stumbled to an abrupt stop, carrot in mid bite. “Ummm…”

 

“Never mind. It’s none of my business.” Richard ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He didn’t like that it bothered him so much, but he was almost shaking with fury at the thought.

 

“Dad, it’s ok. I mean, I don’t care if you ask about that.” Justine shrugged her shoulders and continued to chirp away on her carrot sticks. She had ranch dressing on her pouty lips, and she licked it away as her father watched.

 

“You don’t have to ans-“

 

“No.”

 

“No?”

 

“No. I’m not sleeping with him.” Justine’s honest blue eyes gazed back at her father.

 

Relief shook Richard, leaving him tired and dizzy. He poured his drink in the sink and washed out the glass. “What do you want for dinner?”

 

“Is that all?” Justine looked at her father curiously.

 

“Well, you answered my question sweetheart. I’ll leave it at that. You didn’t have to tell me, but I appreciate the honesty.” Richard’s brown eyes pierced his daughter with approval.

 

Justine’s mouth curved in a lopsided grin. “Pizza.”

 

Richard reached for the phone and ordered a large pepperoni. It didn’t matter to him that his daughter had practically admitted she was still a virgin. He didn’t want to think about the fact that she was ripe for the taking and that she was licking her delicate ranch covered fingers with her silky, pink tongue.  Damn her for making him think about it!

 

 

 

 

 

CH 4

 

“Dad, it’s Saturday. Why are you waking me up so early?” Justine whined as she pulled the blanket over her head to block out the bright overhead light.

 

“Because we’re leaving.”

 

“What? Leaving! Where?” Justine flung her covers away from her and sat up in bed. Her pink pajamas were wrinkled and tight against her growing breasts.

 

Richard pretended not to notice. “Connecticut. For the weekend. Get packed.”

 

“The lake house?!” Justine’s face brightened. “We never go there anymore; not since mom…” Justine’s stumbled, not wanting to bring her mom up. “That’s totally awesome.”

 

Richard laughed as Justine ran to get ready. “I thought you might think so.” He needed a vacation. The week before had convinced him that he was working too hard. Why would he be thinking about such silly things, like what his daughter thought about before she drifted off to sleep at night, or what she looked like naked? What he needed was to spend some time away from work and with Justine. Once he felt like they were communicating again, he wouldn’t worry so much, and then he could stay focused.

 

An hour later they were on the road.

 

“I’m going to grill some steaks tonight. How does that sound?”

 

“Delicious.” Justine’s voice was light with happiness. She loved their lake house. They used to spend every weekend there when she was younger. She kissed her first boy there when she was 10. Never mind that it was her first cousin. She still counted it.

 

“I’ve been thinking we could do this more often you and I. You know, spend time together; I know I’ve been busy. And I’ve been neglecting you; it’s unforgivable.”

 

Her father sounded so down on himself. “Dad, you don’t neglect me at all.” Justine reassured her father. “What ever gave you that idea?”

 

“Well, you’re just growing up so fast. I feel like we need to talk about some things.”

 

“We already discussed the birds and the bees remember?” Justine smiled playfully.

 

“I know.” His lips turned up at the corners and then fell with his next thought. “Next year you start college and life’s going to get a lot more complicated. We won’t see nearly as much of each other.”

 

“Are you going to miss me if I go to Harvard? Well, if I get in.” She sighed longingly.

 

“Of course I’ll miss you. I’ll miss you more than I’ve ever missed anyone.”

 

More than mom? The unspoken question filled the car in an awkward silence. Justine tried to fill the uncomfortable void. “I guess without me to take care of, you’ll have the time to start dating.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she felt ill. The idea of him kissing some other woman made her want to tear the woman’s face off. The fury she felt took her aback, and she sank into a lousy mood.

 

“I guess I could, if I find the time.” Richard glanced over to see Justine scowling. “What is it?”

 

Justine removed all the expression from her face and lied smoothly, “Nothing. Are we almost there?”

 

“Any minute now.” Richard coasted along the road toward their cozy lake house.

 

They arrived a few minutes later and unpacked the car. Richard opened the door to their lakeside home. The smell was the same and memories beat at him as he dropped his bags on the wooden floor. Justine crawling on the floor when she was just a baby. His wife standing at the kitchen counter laughing as he fed her strawberries, and they sipped champagne. Justine sleeping on the couch as a little girl, tired from a busy day on the lake. His wife straddling him and cumming on his cock as he took her on the kitchen table. He felt his dick tighten at the thought of fucking his wife, who looked so much like Justine…

 

“It’s just as I remembered it Dad, except everything seems smaller.” Justine’s lovely voice interrupted his thoughts.

 

“Yea,” his voice came out gruff, and he cleared his throat before beginning again. “Well you’re a big girl now so things are smaller than they use to be.”

 

“I guess.” Justine turned her attention to a framed picture of her smiling mother hanging on the wall. She looked so much like her mom. It must hurt her father every time he looked at her.

 

“She was beautiful.” Richard murmured.

 

“Yes, she was.”

 

“Just like you.” Richard turned to his daughter. His eyes were dark with love. Tears sprang into Justine’s eyes. Richard lifted his hand and caressed Justine’s soft cheek. “You take after her. She would be so proud of you.” A sob escaped Justine’s throat. They rarely talked about her mother since her unexpected death four years before. The subject was too painful to broach. “Come here.”

 

Richard cradled Justine in his arms. She shook against his chest, trembling with pent up emotion. She smelled like sweet lavender, and guilt ate at Richard as he felt himself tighten against his daughter. He pulled away from her, but not before she felt his hard cock pressed against her belly.

 

She stiffened with surprise. Her tears stopped, and she felt an immediate response. Warmth filled her pussy, and liquid stickiness oozed out on her panties. She focused her gaze on the picture of her mother, and her mom’s expression seemed to encourage her daughter. Rub your father’s hard cock. Fuck your daddy now that I’m gone. He needs you to take care of him. Her clit swelled at the idea, but then guilt instantly washed away her desire. Chills danced across her spine as if she had been soaked in cold water.

 

Richard strolled away from his daughter and into the kitchen, checking to make sure it was restocked with groceries that he had his caretaker pick up for them. He hoped Justine didn’t feel his cock press against her. “Dad?”

 

Richard almost jumped with anxiety. “Yes sweetheart?”

 

“I’m going to go for a swim. Wanna Come?”

 

Wanna cum? Richard’s head was playing with him again. He had to stop thinking like this. He was a sick man. Justine was his innocent daughter. This had to stop! “I’ll join you soon. Stay in the shallow area.”

 

“Dad, I’m not a little girl anymore, and I know how to swim.”

 

“I know sweetheart. I’ll be there soon.”

 

Justine traipsed off to put on her bikini. She threw a towel around her as a cover-up and walked out the door before her father could see her.

 

 

CH 5

 

Richard took his time. He lifted up the windows, airing out his lake house while he unpacked his clothes and hung them up in his closet. He sat on the bed he shared with his wife. He could still smell her scent. He pressed his face into her pillow, breathing in her feminine smell. It was intoxicating. His soul ached with longing for her. A strand of her long brown hair was on the pillow. He wrapped the strand around his finger, wanting to feel her—remembering running his hands through her hair. He didn’t realize his face was wet with his own tears. He spooned the pillow, as if it was his late wife, and before he knew it, he was asleep.

 

He was dreaming. She was glorious. Her naked body was riding him and her hair was pouring down her back. His beautiful wife. His love. She rocked on his cock, so tight around his throbbing dick. He needed to fill her with his cum—his Justine.

 

Justine?

 

It was Justine riding his cock, not his wife. She was jumping up and down on him hard. His little girl, all grown up and riding his cock. Justine!

 

He woke to her screaming his name, and he came all over himself. Spurting into his pants like a 12-year-old boy, excited to the point of bursting.

 

“Daddy!”

 

Justine! She was screaming for him but not in ecstasy. In panic. Justine was in trouble. He ran. He didn’t know he could move so fast. He was in the lake before he knew it, wading towards a flailing Justine.

 

“Help me!”

 

He pulled a coughing Justine from the water. “Oh baby. Sweetheart!” He hugged her body to him, and they fell to the grass. She was shaking with fright. “What happened?”

 

“I should have listened to you. I was swimming, and I got a cramp. It was too deep, and I couldn’t make it back. What took you so long?” Her long wet eyelashes shaded Justine’s big blue eyes as she stared at him.

 

Richard suddenly remembered where he had been and what he had been doing. “I was-I’m sorry I didn’t hear you sooner. I’m so sorry my love.” He hugged her to him. He was so frightened by the idea of losing her. He couldn’t imagine his life without her. How was he going to survive when she left for college? He would be completely alone. He couldn’t stand the idea.

 

“I’m ok Dad. I’m ok.”

 

He didn’t realize how tight he was holding her until she pushed against him. “You scared me Justine. Next time, listen to me when I tell you something. What did I say?”

 

“I know Dad. Please, don’t tear into me now. I learned my lesson, believe me.”

 

“Don’t...” Richard wasn’t sure he said the words aloud until he felt his daughter stiffen in response. “Don’t pull away Justine…Not yet.” Her bikini was tiny, barely covering her large firm breasts. Her waist was so little. He could wrap his hands around her, and his fingers would meet. Justine’s legs were long and shapely, and he wanted to feel them wrapped around him as he filled her with his cum. His hands trailed over her skin, landing on her breasts. He kneaded them tenderly, watching her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of the bikini. His arousal was evident and pressed into Justine’s belly, as his eyes scoured her perfect body. Her skin was warm and pink. She was young and fresh…but she was his flesh and blood. “I’m sorry.” He muttered foolishly, as he stood up and walked away.

 

“Dad?” Justine called after him, but he didn’t look back as he headed towards the house. He was ashamed. He wanted her, but she could never want her own father. It wasn’t right anyways. He was sick. “Daddy?”

 

Stopping at the door, he looked back at her. She stood by the lake, wet and shivering. So small, helpless, and trusting. “Come inside now. I’ll make us dinner.”

 

 

CH 6

 

The shower pounded Justine’s body, washing away the lake water. She had been so terrified of drowning, and she had screamed her father’s name over and over again, until he finally showed up to save her. Her father’s body had reacted to her as if she was a woman and not his daughter. The thought excited her. She made her father throb with hunger. If only he knew what he had done to her.

 

Her entire body had stiffened with desire. Pussy juice had dripped from her puffy lips to coax her bikini bottoms. She would have given him anything if he had asked. It was a dangerous idea. She knew they were playing with fire, but she couldn’t help herself. The feelings he stirred were so intoxicating. She wanted more, and tonight she’d push him, until he gave into what they both wanted, what they both needed.

 

Justine shut off the shower and thought about her father grilling steaks for their dinner. He was a wonderful dad and an amazing man. She thought she heard a feminine laugh. Was someone else there?

 

She put on her shorts and a tank top, swept a comb through her hair and went into the dining area where she heard voices. She stopped dead.

 

Her father was laughing besides a bleached blonde woman, wearing too much make-up and a low-cut top that showed off her expensive boobs. The woman’s eyes were like a tiger. She was a huntress, looking for a man to bait and bite into. Her father was the obvious target. Anger tore through Justine. This trashy whore had better back off, she thought.

 

“Dad?” Justine smiled, intentionally ignoring the ditzy blonde.

 

“Justine.” His eyes swept over her petite frame, and heat filled his loins. “Suzie, this is my daughter Justine. This is Suzie. She lives down the road-”

 

Suzie interrupted in her sugarcoated voice, “ I saw your car earlier today, so I decided to pop in and meet the neighbors. I moved into the Mulberries house about 6 months ago. Your father said you used to play with their kids when you were a child. Now my two sons and me live there, and we just love it. It’s so great that you both are visiting this weekend.”

 

Justine pasted a fake smile on her face and nodded.

 

“Suzie will be joining us for dinner sweetheart. Why don’t you make yourself useful and set the table.” Her father dismissed her and turned his attention back to Suzie.

 

Justine was fuming. How dare her father pretend that nothing happened? He was flirting with the neighbor lady as if she was someone special, when not even an hour before he had his hard cock pressed against his daughter’s belly, and his hands on her tits. The bastard!

 

This fake bitch was up to no good. She knew a whore when she saw one and this lady was one through and through. Justine dug out the silverware and slammed the drawer with a bang. Why was she so upset? After all, this was what she had always thought she wanted. She had wanted her dad to date didn’t she? The idea had only recently made her sick. What was happening to her? Why couldn’t she just be happy for him?

 

She stormed into the dining room and began setting the table while her father and Suzie chatted away, ignoring her. Justine ate her dinner in silence. Suzie chirped away, telling her life story.

 

Richard pretended to listen, but he couldn’t seem to focus. Justine kept distracting him. Why was she acting so aloof? She probably was hoping for some father/daughter time. But he was relieved that the flamboyant Suzie interrupted them. He needed a distraction, and a reminder, that he was suited for a woman his own age.

 

Suzie was nowhere near the type of woman he preferred, but she would do. He needed a release before he began rubbing his hard cock on his daughter. Oh wait; he’d already done that. Maybe that was why Justine was so solemn. She was probably grossed out by the way her father had behaved. Maybe she wanted to be as far away from him as she could get. She certainly looked miserable. She was tearing into her steak with a ferocity he never knew she contained.

 

“Justine you’re awfully quiet. Are you feeling ok?” Richard interrupted Suzie as he turned his attention to his moody child. His eyes held no warmth. He was afraid if he showed the slightest emotion, she would see straight through him and know that all he wanted was to be buried deep inside her small cunt.

 

Justine eyed her father angrily. “I don’t feel so good. May I be excused?” She didn’t wait for an answer but left the table and darted to her room.

 

“I remember being that age,” Suzie began again. She grabbed a second filet of steak and began to talk with her mouth full. Richard ignored the bad manners and refilled her glass with the merlot.  He pushed his plate away and watched Suzie as she talked on and on. When she finally finished her meal and three more glasses of merlot, they moved to the couch in front of the fire. Suzie cuddled close, instantly reaching for his cock. “Let’s fuck.” She petting him until his cock was at full attention.

 

The idea of taking Suzie on the bed he once shared with his wife disgusted him.  “Not here. Why don’t we go to your place?”

 

Suzie jumped up. Her oversized tits almost popped out and hit her in the face. “Sounds like a plan to me.” She smiled flirtatiously.

 

“Let me tell Justine.” He made his way to Justine’s closed door and knocked softly. “Sweetheart?”

 

Justine lay on her bed miserable. “I’m trying to go to sleep Dad.” She lied.

 

“Ok.” He said through the door, trying to mask his disappointment. He wanted to see his lovely girl, but she was obviously upset with him for his lewd behavior earlier.  If only he could have kept his hands off her. Suzie would remedy the situation. He needed a woman, and any woman would do. “I’m going to go next door. I’ll be back soon.” He strolled back to Suzie, and they left.

 

 

CH 7

 

Suzie’s place was smaller than his and cluttered with everything from knickknacks to newspapers. “I’m sorry for the clutter. My boys are such a mess. They’re out with their friends, so we have the place to ourselves.” She laughed naughtily and stripped off her clothes. Her big breasts burst out of her top and stood afloat in the air. Her nipples were big and rosy. Richard felt himself stirring.

 

When he bent down to suckle her nipples, she moaned and tore at his clothes. He took off his pants, all the while licking and suckling her fat nipples. She tore herself away from him, so she could take off his clothes.

 

“You are such a delicious man.” Her eyes beamed with desire, and cum seeped from her pussy down her thighs. She was all female when she lowered to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked him down hard, deep-throating his cock until he felt like she might suck it off.

 

He began to imagine Justine. How would she suck his cock? Would she lick it first? Maybe she would kiss the tip, and then stick her dad’s cock in her small mouth. His cock was cumming. The idea of his daughter’s sucking him got him off faster than when he was a horny adolescent boy.

 

“Wow. You sure know where to shoot a load.” Suzie laughed as cum shot out on her tits and dribbled off her thick nipples.

 

Richard shook as waves of pleasure engulfed him. His cum seemed to shoot endlessly; big globs of white sticky sperm hit Suzie’s big tits. The last glob hit her right in the face, startling her.

 

“Oh!” She swiped cum off her cheek and licked her sticky fingers. “Mmmm…you taste so good.”

 

Richard’s cock was still hard. He hauled Suzie to her feet and lifted her up in his arms. He sat on the chair in her living room and placed Suzie on top of his thick cock, impaling her with it. She was warm and wet, and she cooed as he filled her pussy with his massive dick.

 

“Ah yes!” She creamed on his gigantic cock as she bucked up and down on his shaft. “You’re so big and hard. My God! Ahhhh!” She screamed as she came. Her pussy muscles were flexing around his cock, squeezing him, begging for his cum.

 

He stayed connected with Suzie as he moved to the floor. She lay pressed into the carpet and wrapped her tone legs around him, pushing him deeper inside her soaked cunt. She felt so good wrapped around him, and all he could think about was Justine. How would her virgin pussy feel? Would she cum on his cock if he took her? The idea had him roughly digging his cock into Suzie’s twat. His breathing was rapid, and his cock was throbbing and growing larger than it ever had. He wanted to fuck Justine like this. He could see her face swimming in his mind. She would cream on her father’s cock. She would love his cum. Yes! His cock started to spurt inside Suzie. She came as he plunged his shaft in and out, emptying himself inside her.

 

 

CH 8

 

Justine couldn’t sleep. She knew her father had left with Suzie, and she felt nauseated at the idea of her father with that woman. She cleaned the kitchen and watched some TV. It was after 2 AM, and her father was still not home. Justine knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight. Damn him for making her feel this way.   He was with some fake bimbo, doing God knows what.

 

But she did know. He was fucking her. She knew that vibe Suzie gave off. How could her father resist a willing woman, even if she was annoying? Her dad was probably fucking her right now. Suzie threw the remote across the room in anger, barely missing her mother’s picture on the wall.

 

The door opened, and her father sauntered in. He looked relaxed, and it was obvious he had had a release, probably multiple times. Fury shook Justine. Her eyes filled with heated tears. “Justine? I thought you were in bed.”

 

“The only one that went to bed was you.” She practically screamed at him. “How could you sleep with that slut?”

 

Richard looked as if someone hit him. “Calm down, Justine. Why are you so upset?”

 

“You know why. How could you? She doesn’t deserve you.” Justine face was trembling as hot tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.

 

Richard was stunned; His daughter was acting like a jealous girlfriend. She had no right to make him feel bad for fucking whomever he chose to fuck. “Enough! It’s none of your business who I sleep with Justine.”

 

“No? But it’s your business if I sleep with Daniel, right?”

 

“No, it’s not.”

 

“But you wanted to know.”

 

“Yes. I mean-No. Justine what is this all about?”

 

“Forget it.” Justine strode towards her father. “I want to go home. I’ll be packed in the morning, and if you don’t take me, I’ll call Daniel to pick me up.”

 

Richard’s face paled. “Fine. We’ll leave in the morning if that’s what you want.”

 

“What I want is for you to never touch me again. That’s what I want!” She yelled as she ran crying to her room, slamming the door and locking it. Justine slid down her closed door to the floor, shaking with sobs.  She couldn’t tell him what she really yearned for was him—her own father. She ached for him.

 

Richard felt as if he had been beaten with a baseball bat. He fell to the couch. His mind was swimming with confusion. Justine just made it very clear that she knew he wanted to touch her, and she would never permit it. But why was she so angry with him about Suzie? It didn’t make sense. He felt like the worst father that ever lived. He wanted his daughter to the extent that he slept with their irritating neighbor. He pretended Suzie was his daughter as he came over and over again. He had to stop himself from shouting out “Justine!” as he came. Now his daughter wanted him to have nothing to do with Suzie, and hell if he knew why.

 

One thing was for sure. They were leaving in the morning, and they would probably never come back. Richard wandered to his room pausing at Justine’s door before moving on to his chamber.  He fell into bed but couldn’t sleep. He stared at the ceiling and felt himself get rock hard as he thought of Justine.

 

 

CH 9

 

Richard sipped his coffee as he looked over court documents in his study. It was late and he was tired, but he had to familiarize himself with some legal documents before stepping into court next week.  Except his mind kept wondering to it’s favorite subject. His daughter. Justine.

 

It had been two months since they came back from Connecticut. Richard had buried himself in his work. It was the only way he could distract himself from his sweet daughter. He didn’t know how or when it happened, but she had crawled into his most erotic fantasies. She was all he thought about, dreamed about. Every time he saw her, he ached for her. It wasn’t right. But the more he tried to push his attraction for her away, the stronger it came back. He was tortured with thoughts of her, naked and willing beneath him. When he woke in the morning, he thought of Justine. At night, his last thoughts were of her too. He had a constant hard-on for his young daughter. But the truth was, she wasn’t young anymore. Her 18^th birthday was tomorrow, and there was no way he could avoid her on that special day.

 

She had also been avoiding him since their return from the lake house. All her free time was spent with Daniel. Richard wondered about their relationship. Had it progressed? Was Justine fucking Daniel now? He knew she would eventually. They spent too much time together for their relationship not to turn down that road one day.  It made Richard crazy. He didn’t want any one else to touch Justine. But Richard was the last person who should be touching her. She was his daughter. He was supposed to protect her, not fuck her. She had told him never to touch her again, and he hadn’t. He wanted to, oh how he wanted to, but he never let himself get close enough.

 

The other day when he came home from work, he caught Justine and Daniel kissing on the couch. It was like a punch in the gut, and then hot rage blasted through him. He had screamed at Justine, and practically threw Daniel out. Tears had streamed down Justine’s face as she confronted her father.

 

“Do you even know how much you just embarrassed me dad? Do you even care?”

 

“I won’t stand for it Justine. You will not behave like some loose wom-“

 

“I’ll do whatever I want! You can’t stop me. Daniel’s my best friend. If I want to kiss him, I can.”

 

“Not while your living under my roof, you won’t. You will obey my rules Justine. You have no choice.” Richard had walked menacingly towards his daughter with each word.

 

Justine’s face had flushed with anger, and her lips were still swollen from Daniel’s kisses. “Oh please!” Justine’s words dripped with sarcasm. “It was just a kiss. You make it sound like I was sucking his-“

 

“Damn you! Don’t you even think about it.” Before Richard realized what he was doing, he lunged for Justine. She shifted away from him in fear and ran for her room. She closed and locked her door. Richard had tried the handle and thought of breaking the door down. He didn’t know what he would do to her once he got his hands on her, and his loss of control sobered him. What did he think he was doing?

 

He still didn’t know as he sat in his study and stared at his legal documents. Screw it. He couldn’t think about work anymore tonight. He had a big day tomorrow. When Justine woke up, she would be in for a surprise. He had a plan to make her birthday one she would never forget.

 

Justine stared up at her ceiling as she lay in bed. She never slept well anymore. Most of her time in bed was spent dreaming about her father. Ever since that night in Connecticut, she knew she was in love with him. He wasn’t just a father to her anymore. He was a man. She had seen him through the eyes of a woman, and nothing could ever be the same again. Not that she would ever get the chance to tell him how she felt since he had been avoiding her like the plague. But even if they had been spending time together, she could never tell him. He may have seen her as a woman back at the lake house, but he seemed to have forgotten all about their trip. Obviously, it wasn’t important to him. She was just his daughter and could never be anything more. Knowing he felt that way upset her. She didn’t know why it had to hurt so much, but it did.

 

So she had spent more time with Daniel. For every hour her father spent at work, she would spend two with Daniel. Of course it was just her luck that Daniel had fallen madly in love with her. She loved him too, but not the way she loved her father. However, Daniel was a nice distraction. His kisses made her wet, and when he touched her, she felt tremendous pleasure. Not the same level of thrilling pleasure her father brought her the time he saved her life at the lake but—there she went again. She always had to compare everyone to her dad, and no one stood a chance. No one. Not even Daniel.

 

 

CH 10

 

“Do you want another piece?”

 

“No way. I’m stuffed!”

 

Stuffed? The word reverberated in his head as Richard rose from the table, taking the leftover cake with him. He wished he could stuff his daughter with something other than cake.  He tried not thinking sexually about Justine all day, but it was like trying to ride a bicycle through a stampede of angry bulls. It wasn’t happening. They spent the day together.  He took her shopping, to the movies, to wherever she chose to go. It was her special day. She was all grown up, and Richard wished he could go back to the way he used to think of his child. When he looked at her back then, sex never entered his mind.

 

Justine was watching her father put leftover cake in the fridge. Her 18^th birthday had been wonderful. She got to spend time with her father, and even though he seemed distracted, he had been there for her. She didn’t realize just how much she had missed him over the past two months. She didn’t want to go back to avoiding him. In 5 months, the school year would come to an end, and she would be off to college after the summer. Even if her father didn’t want her the same way she wanted him, she still needed him to be her dad.

 

“Do you want to open your present?”

 

Justine’s face brightened with a childish smile. “Yes! I love presents!”

 

Richard chuckled as he took a small package from his pocket. When he had seen the ring shining at him from the shop’s window, he had thought of Justine. It sparkled like a virgin, new to the world and plum for the taking. He had to buy it for his little princess. It was time she had something beautiful and valuable to hold onto, and every time she wore it, she would think of her father. He liked that idea.

 

The blue Tiffany’s box lay in Justine’s hand. “Oh my God Dad! Tiffany’s?!” She ripped the lid off and peered inside.  A pink sapphire surrounded by diamonds smiled back at her. “It’s- it’s so lovely. Dad! It’s perfect!” She slid the ring on her finger and ran into her father’s arms to give him a hug. Her heart was bubbling over with love and joy. Her father was the most wonderful, loving man she ever knew. He was a man; a real man and she loved him—loved him enough to want him in ways a child should never want her father.

 

Richard’s heart skipped a beat. Knowing that he was responsible for that beautiful, beaming smile, made him swell with happiness, love and lust. Justine threw herself into his arms, almost knocking him down with her enthusiasm. He was stunned. He didn’t think she would ever touch him again, after what had happened in Connecticut, but here she was pressing her body tight against him, her arms around his neck, squeezing him in an erotic embrace.

 

“I love you so much dad,” Justine murmured into his ear as she cuddled even closer.

 

Richard was harder than he had ever been. His cock was throbbing and pressed rigidly up against Justine’s tummy. He knew she must feel his rock hard shaft, but all she did was press herself closer. He could feel her dainty breath on his neck, and pre-cum started to ooze out of his cock hole.  She kissed her father’s cheek, pressing her soft lips firmly against him. Richard couldn’t hold back. He moaned with pleasure. “Oh dad,” she whispered in response. Justine pressed another kiss on his cheek, and then another. She kissed her way across his face and towards his lips.  If she didn’t stop, he wouldn’t be able to prevent himself from taking her.

 

“Justine. Please-“

 

“Kiss me daddy. I want you to kiss me.” Justine was shivering with excitement. She could feel her father’s hard cock twitching against her belly. Her lips trembled. Her father’s eyes were dark like the mysterious sea. Lust had turned them into shining black pools.

 

Desire burned through Richard. She wanted him to kiss her. He knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. She wanted his lips pressed against hers. Her pink tongue licked around her mouth, and he was lost. He growled and cupped her ass with his large hands, swooping her up against him as his mouth possessed hers. She tasted so sweet, and he could feel the warmth of her pussy through her clothes. She was pressed firm against his solid shaft.  His tongue ravaged her little mouth endlessly. He nipped, tasted and drank from her sugary lips.

 

Justine was in heaven. Her father was holding her and pressing his cock against her wet cunt. His tongue was raping her mouth. He possessed her, telling her she was his and his alone, with out having to say a word. Finally, he pulled back long enough to gasp for air, “I can’t stop. Justine, I can’t stop now.”

 

“Don’t stop dad. Please don’t stop!” She rushed to say as he began kissing her again. He carried her small body to his room and laid her on the bed. His large body covered hers as he continued to drink from her small mouth.

 

He couldn’t believe his baby girl didn’t want him to stop kissing her. She was acting as if she wanted her father with the same passion that he had for her. It drove him crazy. He was lost, and he knew nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted. Not this time. Not ever again.

 

His hands wove their way down her breasts, and he effortlessly removed her top. Richard pulled away, so he could gaze down at her perfect body. Her nipples were tight against her white lacy bra. He brought his mouth down to wet the material. Her nipples strained to feel his wet mouth feed from them.  He tore her bra away and gasped as he saw his daughter’s budding chest for the first time. “Words can’t describe how beautiful you are Justine. You are perfect.” He descended upon her chest, kissing her busty breasts and nibbling her pink nipples.

 

Heat swam through Justine. She had never felt so hot and wet in her life. Her father was making her feel things she never thought were possible. He was suckling her nipples as if he was her baby boy. He even wore a childish grin as he nibbled and massaged her firm globes. Her cunny was itchy with lust. She yearned for something she had never had before. Cock. She craved it like a vampire craves blood. “Dad? Please! I need you.”

 

He kissed his was down her flat tummy and unbuttoned her jeans. The suspense was killing him. He couldn’t wait to see her young pussy. His own daughter was begging him to fuck her cunt. His cock was straining for her. Almost ripping her jeans away, he threw them on the ground. His face was inches away from her panty-clad pussy. His breath was tickling her lips through the white lace. The material was wet from her leaking pussy juice, and he could smell it. He could smell his daughter’s perfumed cunt. She was so wet for him. All for him. “Oh sweetheart.” He licked her pussy through her panties. She tasted like cake batter, sweet and creamy. He tore her panties from her body and was amazed to find puffy pussy lips staring back at him. She had the most luscious looking pussy he had ever seen. If there were pussy models, she would be the goddess of them all.

 

Her legs were shaking, and tears of passion were seeping from her blue eyes, trailing down her full cheeks.  Cunt juice was steadily pooling from her fuck hole. She felt her father’s warm tongue brush over her mound, and she moaned with heady pleasure. She had never let Daniel play below the belt. This was all new to her, and the sensations were overpowering. She was melting as her father licked her most sensitive nub.

 

He spread her plump pussy lips open, so he could delve inside. Cream oozed from her tight opening. His tongue snaked out and swallowed her sugary cum. He couldn’t get enough. He opened her little legs wider and stuck his tongue into her tiny, pink gap. He sucked out her syrupy juices and lapped at her cunt with a fervor he never knew he possessed.

 

She was thrashing around on his bed with excitement. The thrill of her father eating her virgin pussy made her dance around in intense bliss. She was building towards her peak—on the brink of losing control. She screamed as she came on her father mouth. Her cries were of ultimate joy and satisfaction. Richard continued to lick Justine dry, before he made his way back up her body and kissed her. She could taste her pussy on his lips, and it surprised her. She liked it. She actually enjoyed the taste of pussy. The naughty idea made cream trickle from her cunt hole.

 

“Can you taste your pussy Justine?” Richard seemed to read his daughter’s wicked thoughts, “Do you like it?”

 

“Yes,” she admitted, somewhat timidly. “I love it Dad. My pussy tastes delicious.”

 

“Yes it does baby. You are such a beautiful little girl.” Richard swept away her joyous tears with his lips. “Do you like what Daddy’s doing to you?”

 

 “I adore what you do to me Dad.  I want you to do more,” Justine confessed, mischievously. Her cheeks burned with lust, only her father could extinguish.

 

“Good girl.” Richard’s cock was screaming for attention. He removed his clothes and came back to the bed. He cradled Justine’s naked body against his own. Her soft skin felt incredible against him. She felt so smooth and soft. Everything on her was firm and young. Her pussy was pink and new, and all Richard could think about was burying his cock in it.

 

Justine’s small hands splayed across her father’s broad chest.  Muscles tightened as she combed her fingers through his fur. He was so different from her. Hard. Hairy. Male. She had never seen anyone more flawless and masculine than her father. Daniel’s chest was lean and scrawny compared, but then, he wasn’t a real man. Her father was a bona fide man. He had experience. He was wise. His hands bore calluses from years of hard work, and they felt amazing caressing her round ass.

 

Her fingers scurried down to his hard cock and closed clumsily around the shaft. He was so thick her fingers could barely make their way fully around him. He groaned in ecstasy as she stroked him. “Is this how you do it Dad?”

 

“Yes baby,” He moaned. His hands covered hers to stop her motions. “Do you mean you’ve never done this before?”

 

“No dad. Never.”

 

“I thought you and Daniel…”

 

“No Daddy. I kissed Daniel, but we never did anything like this.”

 

Relief flooded Richard’s senses and love coursed through his veins. He was going to be his daughter’s first lover. His cock throbbed in her hands, almost erupting at the thought of taking her tiny cherry. “Justine, I love you. Let me show you how much.” He began kissing her again, pressing her body under his.

 

Her legs circled her father, pulling him closer. His cock was searching for her fuck hole. The hard shaft was rubbing against her slim, inner thighs, slipping around in her pussy juice. “I need it. Oh Dad, I need it so much!”

 

Justine was bouncing around beneath her father. She knew it might hurt at first, but that didn’t matter. Her pussy was itching for cock; her appetite for her father’s big dick was astounding. She felt like she would die if he didn’t stick it in her cunt this instant. She was almost crying with need. It was like she was starving, and the only thing that could ease her hunger was her daddy’s hard, throbbing shaft.

 

Richard coaxed his cock to her opening and began to press inside his Justine—his daughter. “You’re about to be so much more than my little girl Justine.” He slid into his baby girl slowly, letting her cunny walls adjust to his thick length. He felt her cherry burst and heard her gasp. He kissed her deeply as he filled her with his cock. Every inch of her pussy was stuffed with throbbing dick. “You are my lover now baby girl—forever.”  

 

“Yes!” Justine wrapped her legs even tighter around her father and squeezed. They moaned simultaneously as pleasure swam through them.  “No!” Justine gasped as her father withdrew from her pussy.

 

“I’m not going anywhere baby.” He said as he slid deep inside her once more. “Move with me Justine. You’ll love it.”

 

And she did. He would withdraw again and again, only to slam back into her. Her pelvis was lifting up off the bed at each thrust to meet him halfway. They were grunting and moaning. Sweat was dripping onto one another. The smell of sex surrounded them as their slick bodies slid together. His cock kept digging into her freshly plucked pussy. It was like music; her feminine moans filled the air, and their bodies slapped together.

 

Justine’s pussy felt so tight on her father’s rod. He created her pussy with his cock, and now he was feeding it with the same cock that had impregnated his wife.  She was so warm and wet, wrapped around his dick, as unyielding as a leather glove. He slid in and out hard. He was stuffing his child with his cock, and she couldn’t get enough of it. It was like riding a roller coaster ride. He felt dizzy. The room was spinning so fast, and Justine’s eyes were gazing at him, filled with love as she came on his fat dick.

 

Her pussy closed tight with each spasm, trying to milk his cock of hot cum. It was hard for him to stay inside her. Her tiny fuck hole was so unyielding it was pushing at his cock, but he fought back. Thrusting his dick through the constricting velvet walls, sliding into her time and time again. He felt his balls tighten. He couldn’t hold back any longer. His little girl was cumming on his thick prick, and he wanted to join in.

 

His massive cock exploded, and he felt himself shatter into a million pieces. He seemed to melt into her body, and they were one person, with a single heartbeat, pounding fast. Cum shot into her belly as he continued to thrust. He grunted as his seed swam into her body.

 

Justine was screaming with joy, encouraging him to fill her up with his cum. She was his daughter, and she was wild for him. She was a cock hungry baby girl who only wanted her daddy’s cum, and he was giving her the biggest load of his life. Her tender, tiny fuck hole couldn’t take it all and cum streamed out around his cock. Sperm endlessly blasted into her. The warm cream filled her with hot pleasure. Her tiny pussy couldn’t stop cumming around his twitching cock.  The tremors shook her, churning their cum like butter. The cream oozed out, sliding on her father’s ball sac and curving down, wetting her firm ass.

 

When the tremors finally subsided, they lie still. Aftershocks shook them. They slowly came down from their high to find Richard’s cock still rammed up Justine’s cum filled cunt. Looking deep into Justine’s blue eyes, he slowly withdrew from her warmth. Then he cradled her naked body and kissed her.

 

Justine was drained. Her whole body was tender and fragile. She felt like she had been sucked into a feral tornado. It was the most pleasurable experience she had ever been through, and now she quivered with fatigue.

 

Richard held his sweet child close. He had savagely used her, and he knew she must feel tender. He tried to kiss away any lingering pain. She felt limp in his arms. “Did I hurt you so bad?” he asked, guilt pooling in his gut as he awaited her reply.

 

She shook her head no. “You didn’t hurt me dad. You caused me the most exquisite pleasure I have ever felt, but now I ‘m exhausted.” A sweet smile danced on her lips and a little giggle escaped.

 

The guilt disappeared, and elation took its place.  “Did daddy wear you out?” He smiled and kissed her forehead.

 

“Oh yes.” She nodded.

 

“You wore me out too Justine.” Richard hugged her naked body closer.

 

“I did?” Pride filled her eyes.

 

“Yes sweetheart. You knew exactly what to do to drive me wild.” Richard’s eyes were honest and playful.

 

A blissful smile rested on Justine’s lips. She rested her head on her father’s muscular shoulder and began to drift off, but not before she heard her father whisper, “I love you Justine. I’ll love you forever.”

 

 

© Lisa Turner, December 2002

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