Message-ID: <16016eli$9810042018@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: broker6@ix.netcom.com Subject: Jenny's Dire Circumstance, pt 3 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <360F9179.3D09@ix.netcom.com> Up to now, he had been doing so well, but deep in his heart, he knew what he wanted to do, and he had been dreading the day when Jenny's pussy no longer needed attention. Also, in the last couple of days, he had seen Jenny playing with the bandages on her hands, peeking, and partially unwrapping them. In just a couple more days, she would dispense with the bandages altogether. It wouldn't be long after that that she would be taking care of all this by herself. In his heart, Rourke knew he should just let it go. But at a deeper level, he felt like pressing the attack, like sticking his tongue into that pinkest, sweetest place this side of heaven. He even licked his lips as if making ready. It was almost more than he could bear. Here was his beautiful daughter, her virgin pussy all tight and squeaky clean, already leaking her love juice as it did every time he "treated" her. Her translucent pink pearl of a clit was one tongue-lick away. "Of course we'll continue . . . if that's what you want," Rourke said, his nose so close he could smell the lilac soap and the musky-sweet sex glistening from her tender lips. As he said it, he turned his gaze upward toward Jenny who was still standing on one leg, the other on the edge of the tub, knee splayed out, pussy thrust forward as though aiming for her daddy's mouth, and as he said it, a look passed between them -- one of those looks that take only a second, but which would take one hundred thick books to describe. "I'll tell you what, sweetheart," Rourke said, still holding her gaze, "I'll dry you, and then I'll go down fix us a nice supper. It'll be dark soon. Maybe I'll get out the candles and we'll eat by candle light. Then, we'll turn down the lights, and I'll give you another treatment. Sound okay to you?" "Oh, daddy . . . it sounds wonderful." Rourke headed for the kitchen as soon as jenny was dried, a bulge in his pants, and joy in his heart. He prepared a simple dinner of steamed asparagus, and salmon with a dip made with cream, miracle whip, lemon, sugar, chopped onion and curry powder. And, for the occasion -- Jenny's healing, he called it -- he opened a bottle of white wine and poured each of them a small glass. While the meal went through it's 20-minutes of steaming, Rourke flew upstairs to take a quick shower. On his way past Jenny's room, he glanced in and was surprised to see Jenny had removed the rest of the bandages from her hands. Rourke couldn't see everything, but from his cursory glance, her hands had healed with almost the same speed as her pussy. Jenny had obviously washed them and was applying some of her healing cream. She had also put on a very short pink and transparent nighty. Rourke's cock flexed beneath his shorts. His shower was actually an ordeal, almost worse than washing and stroking his daughter. At least with Jenny and her pussy in his line of sight, he had a target in view. But in the shower, knowing that supper was nearly ready, that the candles waited, that the wine was chilled and waiting, that his daughter had slipped into her best nighty, that she was waiting for her "treatment," Rourke had to fight to leave his cock alone. Again and again, he found his fist wrapped around his engorged cock, it's head growing larger and more purple with every stroke of his soapy hand. Carefully, he scooped up his balls in his left hand while his right hand glided over the tiny ridges and veins in his cock. He squeezed his balls slightly. Careful . . . careful . . . he cautioned himself. I want to save this for . . . for later, he thought, still not daring to let himself think about the possibilities that awaited. On his way down the hall, he poked his head into Jenny's room. She was lying on her bed, her hand stroking her mound very softly. Jenny heard and saw her dad at the same time, and said, "Dad, we're going to have to shave this again. It's getting all stubbly." "Well, how about right after we eat," he smiled. "Great," she said, rising from the bed. "Ready?" Rourke asked, extending his arm like a gallant musketeer. "Ready," Jenny said, taking his arm. They walked together down the stairs, arm in arm, Jenny in nothing but her sheer nighty, and Rourke with nothing but his shorts on, his cock pointing straight out beneath the fabric as if pointing the way. The fish and asparagus were delicious, but neither tasted a bite. The electricity passing between them could have lighted a small city. They did agree, however, that the wine was outstanding, and both had two glasses with enough left over in the bottle for "later." With the meal out of the way, Rourke asked Jenny to go get the razor while he cleaned up. Jenny returned as Rourke finished. Rourke placed Jenny into his big reclining chair and put it in the full reclining position. Then, he applied lather and began. "We have to be more careful this time that we were the last time," Rourke said, explaining that now, with a stubble present, each little hair follicle was pushing up some flesh behind it. "If we're not careful, we'll nip off these little things and give you a bad razor rash," he explained. "Well, then, take your time by all means, daddy," she smiled sweetly, opening her legs wider. Rourke worked gently, first taking care of the stubble above her mound. Then turning his attention to her lips and folds, he began slowly moving her lips from side to side, carefully covering her glistening clitty with a finger to protect it from the slicing blade in the razor. Each time he did this, her clit became harder and poked out farther. He paid particular attention to her pussy lips in the area where the stitches had been, not wanting to reopen the old wound or cause a new one. Not tonight! Using the remains of the slick shaving soap, Rourke ran his fingers over and around and through Jenny's slit, looking for any small snag from a few overlooked hairs. Little by little, stroke by stroke, Rourke protected Jenny's precious clit while making her mound look as he remembered it the day she came home as a new babe. Using a wet cloth, he finished the job, wiping away the last of the soap. He leaned back to inspect his work. Jenny, her breathing shallow now, watched intently. "Beautiful," Rourke said quietly, almost to himself, his eyes shining with pride at what he felt was all his. Hearing this, Jenny raised up and threw her arms around his neck. "Oh, daddy," she said, "you don't know how it makes me feel when you look at me like that." "Well, I like to too," he said, and then turning his eyes down, said, "but it looks like I won't be doing this for you much longer." Again, that little Mona Lisa smile visited Jenny's face. "Here, daddy," she said, handing him the tube of medicine. Rourke took it but hesitated. "What's the matter, daddy?" Jenny asked. "Oh, I was wondering if I shaved you smooth enough." "Didn't you check with your hands while you were doing it?" she asked, "Yessss. . . . " he said slowly, "but there is a much better way to tell . . . I'm just not sure whether I should do it." Jenny closed her eyes to soft slits in the candlelit room and sang softly, "Do it, daddy. Do it. Whatever it is . . . do it." Rourke held her eyes with his as he leaned over, bringing his face so close to her pussy that he could feel the heat from her clit. It was so hot it seemed to burn his lips. Slowly, he extended his tongue until it made first contact with the glistening pink pearl hiding between her pouting clam of her pussy lips. "Aaahhhhhh," she exhaled. "Oooohhhhhh daddy, what are you doing?" "Do you want me to stop?" Rourke asked. "Oh, nooooo. Whatever you do don't stop." Rourke nuzzled in a little closer and, using the tip of his tongue, flicked Jenny's growing clitty. He did about as fast as a guitar player can strum strings. "Ohhhh . . . mmmmm . . . . aahhhh . . . . . . daddy." Rourke changed up, placing his entire mouth over her mound so that her clit was in the center of the hollow created by his open mouth. Then, he began to suck, pulling her little girl cunt lips and clit upward into his mouth. As they rose in response to the suction, Rourke closed his mouth until his tongue and mouth contacted the rising, soft, pink flesh of Jenny's quivering cunt. Her cunt was still small enough that her inner lips were sucked into this vortex of tingling tension, and her love juices, which had been flowing freely for the entire week, began to flow upward into Rourkes' mouth. The taste of her love tunnel soup nearly drove him mad. He wanted to mount her instantly, but he resisted mightily. At that particular moment, a moment he suddenly realized he had been dreaming of for days, he knew he would drown her pussy in cum if his cockhead came within a foot of her pulsing sex. There would be a time for that to happen, but just now, he had to savor the flavor. In fact, he wanted to taste her entire womanhood, her total slippery slit. Spreading her legs as she moaned above him, Rourke tipped her pelvis up a little and lowered his aim until his tongue had free rein to roam her entire crack, from asshole to clit and back. Slowly, he began lapping like a dog . . . all the way forward, all the way back. Forward and back, forward and back. His tongue bounced over her vibrating clit, then sank into the opening of her virgin vagina, and over the sill between vagina and asshole to the depression of her sweet asshole where it tarried long enough to make two complete circles, and then it moved back a little farther, where it started its trip forward again. Dip, swirl twice, bump, dip and suck juice, and then bump-bump over her clit. "Ohhhhh . . . . daddy,daddy,daddy . . . ohhh dooo iiit, doitdoitdoit . . . whatever you're doing . . . doitdoitdoit. Rourke could feel pre-cum running like a river from his cock. Again, he wanted to mount her, but he knew this was her first time, and if there's one thing a girl should always be able to look back on, it is her first time, he thought, and she shouldn't have to look back on one of those teeny-bopper-in-the-back-seat-three-poke-fucks. It should be memorable, and Rourke knew that when they were finished, Jenny would never forget her first time. Again, Rourke changed up a bit. He let his tongue spend a little more time with her asshole. He pushed a little, forcing it into the depression, and then withdrew, and buy spreading his tongue wide, he covered her entire asshole. With his tongue flattened, he gently moved it back and forth, back and forth in tiny little movements that transferred the heat in his tongue to her anal orifice. Swirl several times, probe gently, swirl and probe. Jenny's asshole became loose and relaxed. "Ahhhh . . . oooohhhhhhhhh . . . daaaaaadddddyyyyyy," she moaned, pressing her crack into his face with each probing of his tongue. Sensing her asshole was as loose as it could get without penetration, Rourke reached up and began probing gently with a wet finger, while he moved his mouth up a little so he could envelope her lips and clit again. As he sucked and drank her juices, he slipped his finger into her anus ever so softly. He felt Jenny's sphincter tense slightly, and then relax. "Oohhhh, daddy . . . it feels so good . . . it feels . . . it feels like something is happening . . . happening in my tummy . . . from my tits to my . . . to my pussy, daddy. Oh, oh, suck it daddy, suck it." Rourke recognized the signs. Her orgasm was on its way. Not her first, but certainly the first one that he had so deliberately and honestly given to her. A wave of satisfaction rolled over him. This may be all wrong, but it was also all right. Both of them knew what was happening. Nothing was hidden. There was no pretend-medication, no pretend-accidental and sneaky little orgasm. This was a full-blown, between two people orgasm. Rourke knew it would be good for her, and after all, that's what the last few years had been all about as far as Rourke was concerned . . . about Jenny. So, Rourke bent to the task. Just a few more strokes with his tongue, a few more sips of her cunt nectar, a flick and lick of her clit . . . Jenny was in total response, her legs splayed, hunching her cunt into her daddy's mouth, her clit sliding over his nose, his chin grinding against her rosebud. It was becoming too much. Waves rolled from her nipples to her stomach, her muscles as tense as a suspension bridge, her tiny pee-pee-clitty ringing like a church bell. And then the waves started high in her tummy and rolled toward her stomach, ending in the point of her clit, one after the other, and as the waves rolled, the muscles inside her vagina began to spasm, forcing streams of her love nectar down and into her daddy's mouth. "Oh, daddy . . . it's happening . . . it's . . . happening again . . . don't let it stop . . . oh please, please don't let it stop . . . I'm cumming, daddy . . . lick it, lick it . . . make it keep going." Rourke continued sucking his daughter's cunt, slowing his tongue action, knowing that even a wild-eyed youngster couldn't maintain that level of action for long. As Jenny caught her breath, Rourke raised his mouth from her pussy. "Well, sweetheart, was as good as you thought it would be?" "Oh, daddy . . . better. So very much better. What did you do . . . use your tongue?" "Yes, baby. Did you like it?" "Mmmmm . . . wonderful." Jenny sighed, adding, "can we do it again?" "Of course, baby, but let's go upstairs to bed. We might as well be comfortable." "Comfortable, yes," Jenny said, "BUT," she said stressing the word, "pretty soon now, it's got to be your turn. Besides, daddy, I want that big thing of yours . . . you know," she said turning her head shyly. Her youth and shyness touched Rourke. "Of course, baby, I know. C'mon." Together they went upstairs to Rourke's bedroom. Rourke laid his daughter in the center of his King sized bed and lit several candles. Then standing beside the bed, Jenny's eyes on his muscular body, he lowered his shorts. When, at last, Jenny saw the full length and girth of her daddy's cock, she gasped audibly. "Daddy, how big is that?" "Usually around nine inches," Rourke said as matter of factly as possible, not wanting to scare her. "But in the presence of such beauty as yours, who knows, it could be a foot long. I know that looking at you makes it feel like it's a foot long." "Do you think I can . . . .?" "Sweetheart, we'll go as slow or as fast you want," Rourke said lowering himself beside her. Instinctively, her hand circled his cock. "Daddy . . . this is the first time I've ever felt a man's . . . a man's thing." "I know, baby. And I can't tell you how good it feels." "Daddy . . . ?" "Yes." "Daddy, I know that it's going to hurt when you put it in . . . I mean that it will hurt when it . . .when it goes through my . . ." "Well, baby, we can wait if that's what you want." "Oh, no, daddy. I just wanted you to know that it will hurt a little. But I can't wait for it to hurt and be done with. Will you put it in, now . . . please?" With that, Jenny spread her legs and tugged gently on her daddy's cock, indicating that she was ready for him. She clung to it as Rourke lifted himself and slipped between her legs. He couldn't get over how beautiful his Jenny looked in the candle light, her breasts forming tiny mountains, her pussy lips glistening from her flowing pussy juice. Instinctively, Jenny brought Rourke's cock head to that magic part of her slit, to that place where the cock head slipped between pussy lips, causing them to bulge as it nudged into that soft spot known simply as "heaven." As Rourke began pressing, he said, "Now, sweetheart, you have to help . . . you have to tell me . . . " "I know," she interrupted. "Push, daddy. It feel so good where it is. I want it, daddy. I want it. Please put it in . . ." Rourke couldn't hold back. In one, simple, yet gently thrust, his cock head parted those tiny lips, stretching them around his thick prick. His cock slipped in easily, but it still caused Jenny to suck in her breath. "Are you okay?" Rourke asked. "Oh, God, yes. It's so good, daddy. Oh, please daddy, do me. Ram it in, please." Rourke pressed on, feeling his cock slide in another inch before coming to a stop. That's it, he thought. Beyond this point . . . and then it slipped through. Jenny gasped, but as she caught her breath, she thrust her hips forward, threw her head back, and cried, "Oh, daddy . . . fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock. Fill my pussy with it, daddy. Fill it up." All of the week's tension, all of their pussy-petting came to an end in that first thrust. They fell into each other's arms as Jenny's pussy sucked and gobbled her daddy's cock deeper and deeper until she felt his balls slapping her tongue-softened asshole. "Oh, baby . . . oh, baby . . . daddy's cock is walkin' an' talkin', baby. Daddy's gonna cum. Daddy's gonna cum in his baby's pussy." "Cum, daddy. Cum for me," Jenny whispered. "I can't wait to feel that stuff inside me, daddy. Oh, please, daddy . . . " "Mmmfff . . . ughhhhhhh . . . ahhhhhh . . . sweet baby . . . sweet baby . . . daddy's cock is cumin' in my darling baby's pussy." Rourke's hips thrust deeply, and his ass muscles clenched, causing his cum to hit his daughter's cervix with such pressure that it spilled around his cock and out Jenny's sucking pussy where it trickled into her crack. "Baby, I'm sorry that was so short." "Oh, daddy," Jenny sighed, "don't worry about that. The night is young, and we have all the time in the world." "We do?" Rourke said. "Sure, daddy. We have the rest of our lives to be together," she cooed in his ear. And hearing that, Rourke felt his cock begin to surge with new blood and new life. Jenny felt the new vigor flowing into her daddy's cock, too. "Daddy, if it's okay with you, I'm just going to lay her for the next couple of hours and feel that thing of yours filling me up . . . Okay?" "Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want is fine with me," he said, and with that, Rourke began sliding his cock in and out of Jenny's tight little pussy in long, slow strokes designed to take them well into the night. "And, of course," she added, "after all this, we'll have to medicate my pussy again in the morning, won't we?" "Sweetheart," Rourke said, "I have a feeling we're going to be so hard on your sweet spot that it will have to be medicated every day for the rest of our lives." Jenny let out a long sigh, and pushed her pussy up do meet her daddy's downstroke. -- end -- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----