Jessie

Adrian received a phone call from the principal of his daughter’s secondary school at work, to come to the school immediately. Adrian raced to the school, believing his daughter Jessie had been injured. He strode quickly to the principal’s office. The principal was in her chair. Jessie was sitting on the other side of the principal’s desk and Adrian’s wife Marg was sitting next to their daughter. A third chair was on the other side of Jessie.

“What’s the matter?” Adrian asked the principal full of concern, as he sat in the vacant chair.

Jessie looked fine, so what was the matter.

“Jessie has been caught taking cough medicine,” the principal said, but Adrian had no idea why that was a problem and shrugged at the principal.

“The kids take it to get high. Jessie is suffering from a very low self esteem, because she doesn’t think you love her. You’re hardly home and when you are, you have no time for your daughter.”

The principal’s words were like a bombshell for Adrian, although he knew he was away a lot and spent very little time with Jessie.

“So I’m telling you to spend a lot more time with Jessie and show her you love her, and I do mean show her,” the principal said with emphasis.

Adrian looked at his daughter and he thought she looked like a very vulnerable and waif like – a pretty pathetic picture actually. Jessie is small for a thirteen year old, and very thin with hardly any breast development to date. Her hair is long and the deepest black, and she favours the dark and black make-up, to the extent that Adrian though she had gone Goth. Adrian actually like the Goth look, and was a little envious the look had not been in when he was a teenager, or he would have adopted it.

“Now I’ve told Marg that she is to give the two of you space so you can connect with your daughter, and if I find out you haven’t, I will advise Child Services to take Jessie from you. So are you going to do that; spend time loving your daughter?”

The principal glared at Adrian, and although he thought it was a crazy idea he nodded. The principal sent them home. Adrian drove himself home, and Marg drove Jessie home. Marg and Adrian sat in the kitchen to discuss what they believed the principal had instructed Adrian to do.

“So what do you think she meant?” Adrian asked his wife, who couldn’t have cared less.

Marg had made a life for herself separate from Jessie and especially her husband – Marg had taken a lover some years ago; fed up with her inattentive husband, who was far more devoted to his work then to his wife.

“How would I know?” Marg asked angrily; she was going out tonight with her girlfriends, “why don’t you ask Jessie, she knows herself better then we do. Anyway, I’m going to get ready, you can discuss it with Jessie. JESSIE,” yelled Marg as she headed toward the bathroom.

Jessie walked slowly into the kitchen, and Adrian was struck by his daughter’s appearance. She still had the very vulnerable and waif like look to her, as if life was draining from her. Jessie sat next to her father and looked down at the table, they could both hear Marg getting ready for her night out and neither gave a damn.

“Jessie, what do you think your principal was telling me to do, neither your mother nor I know?”

Jessie looked at her father and she looked like she would break any minute.

“I don’t know,” she said quietly without any life or feeling in her voice.

“Well I have to know what she meant when she said I have to connect with you and love you.”

Adrian was becoming a little frustrated.

“Well what do you want me to do?” he asked his daughter and Jessie looked up at him and he could see a flicker of interest.

“You really want to know?” she asked with the slightest hint of life in her voice.

“Yeah, of course,” Adrian found himself saying with feeling, and his emotion surprised him.

“Well you don’t hold me, or say you care about me and stuff like that,” Jessie told him.

“I thought you wouldn’t want your dad to hold you; you know because it’s not what fathers and daughters do,” he tried to explain he neglect, but could see that his words had hurt his daughter as tears ran down her face.

Adrian instinctively put his arms around his daughter to comfort her, and Jessie placed her arms around him. Adrian thought Jessie felt nice, as she did of him.

“How’s this?” Adrian asked his daughter.

“Yeah, nice dad,” she said quietly, but this time with happiness in her voice.

“Dad?”

“Yeah.”

“Can I call you daddy,” Jessie asked tentatively, and Adrian thought he liked that.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” her father told her.

They continued to hold each other for a few more seconds and then Adrian broke their embrace to look at his daughter. Jessie still looked like a vulnerable waif, and Adrian found this somehow appealing to him. Jessie went back to her room, and her father was sure she seemed to a have a slight spring to her step. Half an hour later Marg emerged, said a quick goodbye and was out the front door. Adrian sat and wondered what to do with himself, and decided to see what Jessie was up to. He walked quietly – deliberately - to her room, to find her door slightly opened and he peered inside.

Jessie was laying on her bed staring at the ceiling. Adrian looked on his daughter a number of times over then next three hours, and she hadn’t moved. Adrian went to bed about 10.00pm, and didn’t hear Marg come home. The next morning he woke early and went to make breakfast for himself, leaving Marg to snore loudly to herself. Their bedroom stunk of alcohol, and he was glad to get some fresh air. As he begun making breakfast Jessie wandered out and through her yawns asked what was for breakfast.

She was wearing her short summer nighty and short light dressing gown, but she was hugging herself as if she was cold. Here long straight black hair hung across half her face, and she still had the appearance of a waif.

“What would you like for breakfast?” Adrian asked his thirteen year old daughter.

She looked sleepily at him.

“You can have anything you want, providing we have it,” he told her with a smile.

Jessie stared at him.

“I can have anything?” she asked a little excitedly.

“Yeah,” her father replied and Jessie smiled at him.

“Ok,” Jessie began, “I’ll have pancakes. Mum never makes them for me, but I love them.”

“Pancakes it is then,” Adrian told a now enthused Jessie, and he pointed her to sit at the kitchen table.

Jessie sat with her chair facing her father so she could watch him, and she began to chat.

“Mum still in bed?” Jessie asked.

“Oh yeah, and for some time I’d reckon,” Adrian answered his young daughter as he made the pancake batter.

“What time did she come home?”

“No idea, I sleep too heavy to hear her.”

“Was she pissed?”

“Probably, you should have smelt our room this morning. Well no it was better your didn’t, you might have been sick,” Adrian said with a smile and turned to look at his young daughter for the first time since she sat.

He could see all of her young thin legs, as her short nighty and dressing gown barely covered anything. Adrian had a wicked idea as he looked at his daughter. He stretched and Jessie watched him, and then he yawned. The infectiousness of the stretch and yawn was caught by Jessie, and she too stretched with her arms high in the air and yawned. As he hoped, his daughter’s nighty and dressing gown hitched up revealing her little white panties, and Adrian could see that his daughter’s panties definitely contained something. Jessie caught her father looking and giggled.

“You cheat,” she accused him, but her arms remained up allowing her father to continue to stare at her panties, and then she dropped them covering herself.

“You did that deliberately so you could see my panties,” she laughingly accused him.

“And what a beautiful sight they were too,” Adrian told his daughter with a grin.

“Do you think so?” Jessie asked like the little waif she appeared to be.

Adrian turned back to batter believing there would be no more to see.

“Oh yeah, I do think you have a beautiful sight under there, but don’t tell mum or she might think I’m a dirty old man or something,” Adrian instructed his young daughter.

“But you are a ‘dirty old man’ for looking aren’t you?” Jessie asked without the slightest hint of judgement in her voice.

Adrian had spooned out mixture into his frying pan, so he turned back to his daughter.

“What do you think; if I look up your dress or ask to have a look; do you think I’m a ‘dirty old man’?” Adrian knew he was taking a risk.

Jessie thought for a moment.

“I don’t know,” she said finally. Adrian turned back to his frying pan.

“Ok, how did it feel to have your daddy looking at your panties?”

His heart was beating fast and he could feel the cold sweat that had broken out. Jessie thought this one through too.

“Did if feel bad?” Adrian prompted.

“No.”

“Did it feel nothing?”

“No.”

“Did it feel nice?” Adrian strained to hear his young daughter’s answer.

“Yeah, kinda,” Jessie told him quietly.

That was a great start, Adrian thought to himself.

“Why ‘kinda’?” he pressed.

Adrian had finished flipping the pancakes and turned back to his young daughter. Jessie looked at him with a funny little smile.

“Well?” he pressed harder.

“Well, I think it was nice. It was sort of funny,” she told her father.

“You’re not sure how you felt?”

“No not really.”

“Because it was something new?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Do you want to check,” Adrian asked as he turned back to his frying pan, lifted the pancakes out of the pan and onto a plate.

He turned back to Jessie.

“Um, I guess so,” Jessie told her father in matter-of-fact voice.

As Adrian stood facing his young daughter with a plate of pancakes he said,

“Well ok then, go ahead, I’m watching.”

A big part of Adrian didn’t think Jessie would do anything, but he waited anyway. To his great surprise she grinned at him and then lifted her arms high in the air. Again her father was treated to an unobscured view of her little panties. He stared.

“Yep, such a beautiful sight.”

Adrian looked as long as his daughter allowed him. After a few seconds she dropped her arms and she was smiling.

“How was that?” Adrian asked as he brought his young daughter the first batch of pancakes.

“I liked it,” Jessie told her father honestly and grinned at him.

“So you don’t think I’m a ‘dirty old man’?”

“Sort of,” Jessie grinned at her father as she took two pancakes from the plate he had, and put them on hers.

“Sort of?” queried Adrian as he returned to his pan, not believing what Jessie had just done and their conversation about it.

“Yeah, you’re a ‘dirty old man’ for looking, but I like it,” Jessie told him as she ate.

“Does that mean you’ll do it again?” Adrian asked, his heart thumping madly.

“Yeah,” was her only reply.

Adrian thought he had pressed enough for today, so he started discussing school with her. He found Jessie open and forthright, something she had never been before. It turned out that Jessie was teased by most of the kids at school.

“Ah, what do they know, I think you look lovely,” Adrian told his young daughter in an attempt to bolster her low self esteem.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my daddy, and daddies are supposed to love their daughters,” Jessie countered.

“Ha, no I’m not. Even if I weren’t your daddy, I would still say it.”

“Even if I hadn’t shown my panties to you?” Jessie asked with a grin.

“Ah, now that takes you from beautiful to gorgeous,” Adrian assured her and Jessie smiled at her father.

He looked over at her and she lifted her nighty and dressing gown up to show her father her tiny white panties again, but this time she didn’t put them down, but bunched them above her panties.

“Yes, gorgeous,” Adrian told his daughter as he stared at her panties.

Now Jessie was sure; she loved having her ‘dirty old daddy’ stare at her panties.

Adrian was now able to focus on his daughter’s panties so he could make out the contours they showed, of what lay underneath. ‘It’s Saturday’ he thought to himself, ‘plenty of time to savour this’.

“What are you thinking daddy?” Jessie asked as her father stared at her, and she was smiling – she felt loved, desired and wanted.

“Do you really want to know? You might think I’m a dirty old man again,” he told his daughter with a grin, and the thirteen year old grinned back.

“I like you as my ‘dirty old daddy’,” she answered as he stared at her panties again.

“Ok then, if you insist. I was wondering what was in your panties. I was trying to imagine what you look like,” he told his daughter honestly, not raising his eyes from her panties.

Without hesitation Jessie put her fork down, slid a hand down either side of her panties, lifted her bottom and slid them down to her knees and sat back down. The look on her father’s face was not only worth it she thought, but she felt a great thrill throughout her body – she had never felt so good in her young life.

Adrian stared at his thirteen year old daughter’s pussy; it was hairless, fat and he could see the glistening line of excitement between her two puffy lips. Jessie drank in the pleasure she was feeling watching her dad act like a little kid, in awe of her – of her. Her dad dropped to his knees as if he was going to worship his young daughter. He pulled her panties all the way off, and this just excited Jessie all the more. Now she wanted her ‘dirty old daddy’ to touch her and do the things the other girls at school talk about – and she didn’t care he was her daddy, it only heightened her excitement.

Adrian gently spread his daughter’s knees, and as he did her fat, puffy pussy opened to him. He reached out his hand and stroked his thirteen year old daughter’s magnificent pussy. Jessie had forgotten all about her pancakes as she leaned back into her chair and pushed her hips toward her father, allowing him greater access to he pussy. Adrian’s fingers were gently caressing her fat pussy lips, and he was in heaven as he felt the perfectly smooth, spongy pussy. He had never felt so attracted to a girl or woman as he did to his own daughter, and he didn’t care either.

Jessie felt immense pleasure spread from her pussy, and she moaned softly. Now Adrian moved his head closer to his daughter and he licked her pussy lips, and Jessie let out a long, loud sigh of pleasure. She placed her hand on her father’s head as he increased the speed and pressure of his tongue, licking up and down her fat pussy lips. Jessie was mesmerized by her father’s attention on her pussy; and just as she thought it couldn’t get any better Adrian began to flick her young clit with his tongue, as his middle finger of his right hand drew lines up and down her pussy slit, which was very wet now.

Jessie decided to allow her father to do anything he wanted, as everything he had done so far felt great and he seemed to know exactly what he was doing. Adrian had not planned to go this far so fast, but he was not about to stop and analyse the why and the how. Jessie’s pussy felt unbelievable – he fell instantly in love with it. Adrian’s finger and tongue had stimulated his thirteen year old to the point where her pussy lips opened to him. His finger slid effortlessly between her lips and both father and daughter felt his finger slid into her love tunnel, and Jessie reached a new high.

Adrian’s tongue continued to flick his daughter’s clit with just the right amount of pressure to bring Jessie to the beginning of her first orgasm, as his finger prepared the way for something more. Jessie couldn’t help but close her eyes, even though she wanted to watch her father – but she would have plenty of time to do that in their future. Jessie suddenly felt her father’s tongue and finger leave her pussy and she looked up to see what she had done to make him stop. However, as she opened her eyes in deep concern, she saw him pulling his track suit pants and boxers down as one and her father’s dick sprung out to her delight. Now Jessie understood why he had stopped, and she found herself wanting her father inside her, like she had never wanted anything before.

Adrian had decided now was the time and as he moved in between his daughter’s spread knees, he looked into her eyes and they told him how much she wanted him. Adrian took hold of his dick and guided it to his daughter’s young fat pussy with one hand, and opened her pussy lips with the other. Jessie was so wet and ready for her father’s dick, he slid his knob in easily, and then pulled it out and Jessie gasped – because of the way it made her feel and because she thought it was over. Yet, Adrian inserted his dick almost as soon as he had pulled it out, and this time pushed a little deeper.

He did this a number of times, always pushing a little deeper each time, and it brought moans and then groans of deep sexual pleasure from his young daughter. When Adrian finally reached the full depth of Jessie’s love tunnel he kept his dick inside her, but began slow thrusting back and forth. Jessie had her mouth wide open as she struggled to breathe as her breathing had become fast and ragged. Now she was say ‘oh’ over and over.

“Ooh, fuck me daddy, fuck me like my dirty old daddy,” she pleaded close to tears, because of the pleasure she was feeling, as he orgasm rose to overwhelm her.

Adrian had been concentrating very hard not to come too early, and now he opened his eyes to look at his lovely daughter as she hit the height of her orgasm. Jessie’s hands had been gripping the sides of her chair, and her arms had been rigid, but now she grabbed a handful of her father’s hair in each hand, her eyes flew open and she stared deep into his eyes.

“Oh, oh, oh, fuck daddy, fuck, its brilliant,” and her orgasm threw her body into spasms and her mouth opened as wide as it could.

Adrian couldn’t hold out any more.’

“I’m going to cum baby, I’m going to cum,” he announced as he moved to pull out of his young daughter. But Jessie pulled his head toward her.

“Don’t. Cum inside me, let me feel you cum,” she commanded her father, and Adrian exploded inside his daughter’s magnificent pussy, and Jessie pulled her father into her body and held him tight as his body shook and bucked.

They were both exhausted.

“Oh fuck daddy, that was fantastic. It was so good,” Jessie was saying over and over as her father recovered his breath.

“If you will allow me, its only just begun,” Adrian hoped his young daughter would say ‘yes’.

“If I ‘allow you”, Jessie asked incredulously, “you had better be fucking me heaps or else.”

“And yes you can ‘look up my dress’ all the time, and I want you to look at my pussy all the time, and anything else you want to do. I love you daddy and I’m in love with you,” she told her father with tears in her eyes.

“I love you too baby, and I’m in love with my thirteen year old daughter, and I will give you all the attention you want – and more,” he told her in turn with tears in his eyes.

‘Could it get any better’, he asked himself. It would and it would blow both their minds. They would remain prolific lovers for life – especially after Adrian divorced Marg.