His Nasty Little Pussy

The next morning, Jessica came into the kitchen while I was reading the paper and having my morning coffee. She flounced past me, still wearing her panties and tank top, and snatched a box of cereal out of the cabinet. Noisily, she stormed around the kitchen, banging drawers and cabinets, rattling the silverware, and clanging her dishes angrily on the table.

My eyes couldn’t help but notice the outline of her lithe frame in her little ensemble. Somehow, she looked different to me. Yesterday, she’d been my little girl. Today, I was eyeballing her like a piece of meat. I shook my head and hid behind the newspaper, trying to shake the picture of her little body out of my head.

Jessica poured milk into her cereal, and I could hear it slosh some bits out onto the table. She set the jug down with a thud and I heard her spoon start to clink against the ceramic bowl and the telltale crunch as she ate her cereal. I peeked cautiously around the side of my newspaper. She glared at me with stormy eyes, and I hid my face again.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

She disappeared into her room after breakfast, and I didn’t see her all day. It was after dark and I was sitting on the couch in my boxers watching television when she sauntered into the room and plopped down beside me still wearing her blue outfit. She put one foot up on the couch and leaned back against the arm, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see her mound swelling underneath her panties. Quickly, I diverted my attention back to the television.

A few moments later, after a long, awkward silence, I noticed her hand drop. It covered her crotch, and instantly my mind wandered to a picture of her with her hand inside her panties. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to think of something else.

“I’m bored,” Jessica said.

I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was so small and innocent sitting there. I tried to think back to her as a little girl, pushing the naughty thoughts as far back into my mind as I could. I remembered the way she used to curl up in my lap when she was young, and for a moment, I calmed down. I pushed the remote across the couch cushion, and she snatched it up and flicked through channels. She stopped on a skin flick.

“This isn’t appropriate,” I told her.

“It’s what I want to watch,” she snapped.

On the screen, a couple was making out. They were attempting to tear each other’s clothes off. I noticed Jessica start chewing her nails, and her hips shifted slightly. I bit my lip and tried to think of something else.

“Dad, why don’t guys like me?” she asked.

“What? What do you mean?” I asked her.

“I’m attractive, aren’t I?” she asked.

“Of course you are!”

“Well, you have to say that. You’re my dad. But, would you want to… you know… if you weren’t?”

“I… I don’t know what to say.”

“I knew it. I am unattractive. That’s why I’ve always had a hard time finding boys who want to do it with me.”

“You’ve never had trouble with that! As many times as we’ve caught you with boys?”

“Yeah, but you don’t know how many I’ve tried to get to find a few that would.”

I was suddenly very confused. I knew Jessica was incredibly attractive. She was my stepdaughter and I had trouble controlling my lust around her. I couldn’t imagine her having trouble luring boys.

“I just want to know what it feels like,” she groaned. “It looks… fun.”

Jessica watched the couple on the television, and I could tell she desperately wanted to try out what they were doing.

“You will someday. Don’t try to rush things. You’re only eighteen.”

“You don’t understand. It’s like… it’s like I need it. My body just screams for it all the time!”

Dear God, I thought. Stop talking this way. I could feel my cock getting hard, and I shifted myself to try to conceal it. It was too late. She’d noticed.

“Is that because of the movie, or because of me?” she asked.

“It’s the movie, I guess,” I lied.

“Are you sure? Because the movie wasn’t affecting you before.”

“It’s the movie, Jessica.”

“I don’t believe you,” she said, and before I could stop her, she’d put her hand on my cock and began stroking it through my boxers.

“Jessica, stop!” I gasped, trying to move away from her.

“Oh, come on,” she teased. “You know you want me. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me, and I saw how hard it was when you caught me last night.”

“This is… inappropriate,” I croaked, my voice breaking.

She yanked the waistband of my boxer shorts and pulled them down enough to release my dick. Her head bent down, and I felt her warm, soft lips enclose around it. I wanted desperately to push her away, but it felt so good I could hardly breathe. I was frozen.

“Jess…” I tried to object, but I felt her hand begin to massage my balls, and her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. It was intensely engorged.

Her head bobbed up and down, and I was powerless to stop her. I wanted to. My mind knew it was wrong to let my innocent stepdaughter do this. But I couldn’t help it. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anything.

She looked up at me sheepishly, and she moved her body up against me. I felt her lips against my neck, and she whispered, “Touch me.” I paused. My hand twitched slightly, but it wouldn’t move.

“Please touch me,” she purred into my ear, and she grabbed my hand and pushed it into the waistband of her blue panties.

Despite my best efforts, I had to feel her. I moved past a sparse patch of hair and cupped her mound in my hand. My fingers spread apart her labia, and I pushed my fingers inside her slit. My God, she was wet. She was just as excited as I was. I gathered some of her juices on my fingers and began to rub against her clit. She moaned softly into my ear.

“Oh, Daddy,” she whispered. “It feels so good lips pressed against mine, and her tongue pushed into my mouth. Her breath tasted like bubble gum. I continued to rub her clit, and she began to grind her hips against me.

My other hand slipped up her shirt and cupped one of her breasts. It was full and round, but small. Her nipple was tiny, and it instantly went rigid underneath my hand.

“I want you to take my virginity,” she said, staring deep into my eyes.

“Jess, this isn’t right,” I implored. “We have to stop.”

“Fuck me now, or I’ll go find someone else to do it,” she demanded.

I didn’t want her out there fucking just anyone. The last thing she needed was to lose her virginity to some punk who didn’t care about her the way I did. She could get a disease. She could get pregnant. I couldn’t let that happen, could I?