Baby Girl Ch. 05: Final

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The next morning was hot and humid, with the promise of a storm later that afternoon. After breakfast, Daddy asked Jessica to carry some pots and seedlings from the garden into the porch. While she was lugging them in, Catherine Phillips hailed her from the other side of the fence.

Reluctantly, Jessica set down a couple of pots and walked up to her neighbor, wiping her hands on the back of her shorts.

“How’re you doing Jessica?” said Catherine brightly and continued without waiting for a response. “That’s some storm we’re going to have today. I hope it doesn’t blow our roofs off!”

Jessica made a noncommittal response, studying Catherine covertly. She was pretty in a blowsy sort of way, with thick blonde hair, big breasts, and plump, shapely legs.

“Where’s your stepdad today?” asked Catherine. “I usually see him working in the garden at this time.”

Probably trying to avoid you, you toad. “Daddy’s busy,” said Jessica shortly. She looked at the porch, her body language clearly saying she needed to get back to work.

Catherine refused to take the hint. “He’s a bit of a dish, isn’t he? I bet he has lots of girlfriends.”

“Yes,” said Jessica flatly. “He does. Excuse me.”

She turned and walked away, clenching her hands. She wished she could kiss Daddy right in front of Catherine’s eyes. Maybe that would shut her up.

She finished putting away the pots and seedlings just in time. Dark clouds rolled across the sky and thunder boomed. She shivered and went inside. Storms scared her a little. As long as she was safe inside, she didn’t mind them so much.

Daddy was chopping fruit in the kitchen. He looked up when she entered. “Want a smoothie, Baby Girl?”

“Yes, please.” She checked the countertop. “Where’s the blender?”

“Damn, I forgot.” He frowned. “Catherine borrowed it a couple of days ago. I’ll have to go get it.”

Catherine was always borrowing things from them as an excuse to talk with Daddy. “I’ll go,” said Jessica.

“No, honey.” He set down the box of strawberries he’d taken out of the freezer. “It’s going to storm any minute. Stay here. I’ll be back soon.”

He went out, jogging down the path to the gate. Jessica sat by the window, anxiously watching him walk up the drive to their neighbor’s house. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled just overhead, startling her.

Long minutes passed. Daddy did not return. The first drops of rain began to fall. She got up and began to pace. What was keeping him? Was Catherine pretending to look for the blender just to keep him hostage in her house?

Jessica paused for a moment, weighing her options, then grabbed a rain jacket and went out.

Lightning crackled across the sky. The thunder that followed almost deafened her. She flinched and ran down the drive to the gate, then trotted up to Catherine’s house, glad of the jacket and the small protection it offered. The rain was falling thick and fast now. She was going to get completely soaked.

She knocked on Catherine’s door, but no one answered. Perhaps they couldn’t hear her over the storm. She pushed the door open and went inside.

“Daddy?” she called, but her voice was drowned by the thunder.

She shut the door behind her and headed for the kitchen. No doubt Catherine would be regaling him with some stupid story, and he would be standing there, a polite smile on his face, trapped and unable to leave.

Strange noises came from the drawing room, halting her footsteps. Were they in the drawing room? Odd. That was a more formal room, furnished in heavy chintz, as she remembered from a couple of previous visits poker oyna to this house.

At the entrance to the drawing room she stopped, petrified.

Catherine was bent over her rose-patterned sofa, completely naked, her pendulous breasts swaying as Daddy fucked her from behind.

Jessica had sat on that couch once, a few years ago. Catherine had offered her lemonade and she had refused. Even then, she’d sensed Catherine was a threat.

Daddy was gripping Catherine by her plump hips, occasionally slapping her ass. Each time he slapped her, Catherine uttered a little shriek.

Daddy turned his head and caught sight of Jessica. His eyes widened.

Jessica’s heart clenched. A sea of emotions roiled within her: jealousy, anger, fear, grief.

Daddy had lied to her. She couldn’t bear it. She wanted to throw something at him, to claw Catherine’s eyes out, to kneel before Daddy and scream why her and not me.

To her shock, he gave her a slow wink. He continued to fuck Catherine, never taking his eyes from Jessica.

I love you Baby Girl, he mouthed.

She wanted to turn away, to run back home, hide under her bed and never come out again.

But she couldn’t stop watching him. How powerful he was, how utterly Catherine was at his mercy.

He began to fuck her harder, faster, his mouth open in hunger as he stared at Jessica.

Baby Girl, he mouthed, this is for you.

He threw his head back and moaned, his whole body shuddering as he came. Beneath him, Catherine made mewling little noises.

Movement finally returned to Jessica’s limbs. She rushed out of the house, tears trickling down her face, washed away by the rain. She ran up to her room, throwing off her wet jacket and clothes, and collapsed on her bed.

Her worst fears had come true. Daddy didn’t just like Catherine, he was turned on by her. The blender had been an excuse. He’d gone to her house to fuck her. Maybe he was tired of Jessica. Maybe he thought she was a silly little girl who belonged with her mother. Maybe Jessica was the one obstacle in his having a fulfilling sex life.

She wiped away her tears and made up her mind. Daddy didn’t love or need her, so she would go to Mom’s. Even though she hated Mom’s boyfriend and the crowded apartment they lived in where there was no privacy.

Daddy came back home a little later. It was dark outside by then, the rain coming down in torrents. She heard him open the door downstairs. After a while, he climbed up the stairs and went straight to his room.

Fresh tears squeezed out of her eyes. Was he going to just ignore her now? He didn’t even bother to check that she was okay?

She must have fallen asleep at some point, because she woke some time later to someone stroking her bare back, kissing it in a way that sent tingles down her spine. It was dusk outside, and the rain had slowed to a drizzle.

She woke up all the way and turned around.

Daddy was lying next to her in bed, clad in just shorts. He smelled of soap and the sexy aftershave he used that she loved.

“Daddy?” she said, confused and torn up inside. Why was he here?

He smiled and looked pointedly at her pert little breasts. “You going to sleep topless from now on?”

She blushed. All she was wearing was skimpy black panties. “My clothes were wet, so I just took them all off, and I guess I fell asleep.”

“You’re such a lovely girl.” His voice was warm honey. The way he was looking at her made her squirm. Then the memory of him thrusting into Catherine returned in full force.

“If I’m so lovely, why did you go to that woman?” canlı poker oyna she asked, trembling.

He circled her nipple with one finger, sending a shiver through her. “Women like Catherine are meant to be fucked. Girls like you are special. You’re meant to be savored and worshipped.”

Her face heated at his words. “Daddy, you lied to me.”

He frowned. His hand cupped her breast and squeezed it. “I have not lied to you once.”

“But what about Catherine?” she asked plaintively. His hand on her breast was deeply arousing, yet also made her feel warm and safe and happy. Right now, she was the entire focus of his attention, and nothing could take that from her.

“She means nothing to me,” said Daddy. “I was thinking of you all the time I was inside her, Baby Girl.”

“But I don’t want you to fuck her, Daddy,” she said, her voice breaking. “I want you to fuck me.”

There it was, out in the open. The words could never be unsaid.

Daddy gazed at her, unsmiling. “It would be wrong, sweetheart,” he murmured.

“We won’t tell anyone,” she said. “It will be our secret, always and forever.” She hooked a leg over his hips. “Kiss me, Daddy?”

He slipped an arm around her and kissed her deeply. She made a noise in her throat, trying to press her pussy against his crotch.

He held her back with one hand on her chest. “Are you sure, honey?” he asked, his voice serious. “Once I take your virginity, you’ll never get it back.”

“I’m sure, Daddy,” she whispered, her excitement mounting. “You’re the only one in the world I want to do it with.”

“Oh baby, how can I resist you?” He kissed her neck and trailed his tongue over to her breasts, giving her goosebumps. She cradled his head, her body on fire from his mouth. He sucked and nuzzled her breasts until she was panting with need.

He slid further down her body, licking her all over: her taut abdomen, the sensitive inside of her thighs. Finally, he buried his nose in her pussy, inhaling deeply. She wriggled under him, moaning. When he licked her clit through her panties, she gasped and threw her head back, spreading her legs for him automatically.

“Let me see how gorgeous your pussy is,” he murmured. He sat up and hooked his fingers around the waistband, dragging her panties down slowly. He gazed at her smooth little mound with open hunger. “You’re beautiful, Baby Girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said shyly.

He pushed her legs further apart, then lowered his mouth to her pussy and began to lick it.

Oh my god, that feels amazing. She moaned like an animal, thrusting her hips up against his face. His tongue lapped her clit, sending pleasure shooting through her. Then he pushed her thighs up and plunged his tongue into her cunt.

She cried aloud at the indescribable sensation of pleasure, at the knowledge that Daddy was tongue-fucking her. She grabbed his head, grinding her pussy against his face. Her orgasm was immediate, taking them both by surprise.

He huffed a laugh and rose from between her legs, his face wet with her juices. “Did you like that, honey?” he asked tenderly.

She knelt and hugged him, kissing his cheeks. “Daddy, that was wonderful. But I want more.”

“My insatiable girl.” He squeezed her ass. “What more do you want?”

She licked her lips. “I want to go down on you.”

He smiled and lay back on the bed. “You little cannibal. Go on, eat me.”

His words thrilled her. She undid his shorts with shaking hands. His huge cock sprang out, hard and glistening at the tip with pre-cum. She bent down and tentatively licked the tip.

Yum. internet casino Daddy Steve tasted delicious. She licked the side of his shaft, up and down, like an ice cream. He made a rough noise in his throat and grabbed her head, guiding his cock into her mouth.

She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, trying to take as much of him inside her as possible. When it threatened to choke her, she made a small sound of protest, and Daddy stopped.

Then he moved her mouth up and down on his cock, showing her how to suck him off. After a bit, she got the rhythm of it, and was rewarded by the sound of his guttural moans. Those moans of pleasure were because of the work her mouth was doing. She felt a fierce pride in how she was pleasuring him.

Finally, Daddy raised her head and dragged her up to him. “Good girl,” he said huskily. “Let’s kiss that mouth that was full of my cock.”

He thrust his tongue inside her. She kissed him back passionately, wrapping her legs around his.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight, Baby Girl,” he said, pushing her down on the bed and mounting her. “I’m going to fuck you good and hard.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, his words making her even wetter.

“Legs wide apart,” he instructed, and she obeyed.

He placed his hot, hard flesh at the entrance of her wet cunt, and began to rub it up and down. She moaned, wanting him so badly inside her. But he made her wait for it, sliding it in only an inch before stopping.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged, thrusting her hips up to his.

He gasped and pushed inside her harder. She cried out at the sudden thrust.

“You’re so tight, Baby Girl,” he said, panting. “Try to relax.”

She tried, moving her hips and widening her legs even more. That gave him the opening he needed, and he thrust in further. It felt like he was going right through her. She began to whimper, half in pleasure, half in pain. He was so big.

He kissed her forehead. “Does it hurt? Should I stop?”

“No!” she said. “Don’t stop, Daddy. I want it.”

He began to make slow, steady thrusts into her, each one going in a little deeper, until she felt something tear within her, and she cried out.

He held her hard, kissing her mouth, murmuring words of encouragement. “You’re doing great,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

Slowly, he began to fuck her, in and out, a steady rhythm that she matched with her hips. She was slick and wet, and he moved more easily inside her. He kissed her lips, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth the same way he was thrusting his cock inside her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his hips, grinding against him, feeling the build up of yet another orgasm.

“Daddy, I want to come again,” she stuttered.

“Come with me, Baby Girl,” he said in a rough whisper. He began to fuck her harder, each thrust making her gasp out and cry his name. “Come with me now!”

At his words, she arched her back and screamed, “Daddy!”

“Baby Girl!” he cried out and they both came at the same time, bodies shuddering in an intense orgasm that lasted for nearly a minute.

At last, Daddy withdrew from her and fell back on the bed, drawing her into his arms. She snuggled up to him, loving the feel of his cum dribbling down her legs. Daddy had fucked her. He had come inside her. The last barrier between them had been broken forever.

He stroked her head. “Was that good, Baby Girl?”

“It was everything,” she whispered. “Promise me you’ll do that every night. Promise me you’ll never fuck Catherine again. Promise me you won’t force me to go to Mom’s.”

He laughed tenderly and kissed the top of her head. “I promise, Baby Girl. I promise.”


Note: This ends my first story on Literotica. Thank you all for reading. I am working on a sequel called Vegas Girl.

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