Prom Night (Mf, cons, rom, 1st)

This is another story from my early days. I wish I'd kept more of them. I posted at least a dozen back in the day to various sites but this and "Independence Day" are the only two I could recover. Oh well.

Prom Night

By Zarathos
(a.k.a. a younger SpectreOfHell)

I was sitting on the couch dressed in my usual late night attire, an open robe and boxer shorts, watching the Tonight show and waiting for my daughter to come home. I was understandably worried. Jean was only 14, a freshman in high school, and she had been asked to the prom by a senior, one of the school s football players. I hadn t wanted her to go. My excuse, of course, was that I wanted to protect my baby angel, but I think even then deep inside I knew I wanted her for myself.

Jean was slender, but at 14 she had pretty large breasts. True, they were barely C cups, but on her small frame they looked much larger. It got her a lot of attention from the boys, attention I knew had nothing to do with her personality. I was a boy once, too, and even if Jean didn t want to realize it I knew that she was the star of many young boys sexual fantasies. Hell, she was the star in many of mine. Her mother, though, had a very casual attitude about it and thought it was a great idea to let our daughter go off to the prom. Which was why she was asl**p and I was waiting on the couch.

She had permission to be out until one, but I saw car lights hit the driveway shortly after 11:30. I closed my robe and opened the door to greet her, and to forestall any driveway kissing. Asshole! I heard Jean hiss as she slammed the door to the jock s Mustang, which promptly squealed its tires and roared away. Jean stomped up the front walk fuming, holding the hem of her dress in one hand and her heels in the other. She stopped in surprised when she saw me.

Daddy! she exclaimed, then she was running into my arms, sobbing. I helped her inside and got the story out of her.

It was everything I had been afraid of. Almost. Trent, her date, had taken her to a cheap restaurant along with two other couples. Three senior boys each with a freshman date. They had stayed barely half an hour at the dance, not even long enough to get their picture made, then Trent was dragging her out, saying they had a party to go to. The party turned out to be his two buddies and their dates down by the lake. He tried to have his way with her, and at first (she admitted, after much coaxing) she had been willing. They kissed, petted a little, and then

Then what, baby? I urged. We were sitting on the sofa together, her hands clasped in mine. Her tears had made her mascara run, and I was fighting an erection. She was so beautiful, so wonderful to look at, and even her slightly disheveled hair and ruined makeup looked sexy to me. Her gown was in disarray, the hem riding up her legs to expose her black nylons which she had laid against my own bare legs.

He took his think out, she said, not meeting my eyes.

His penis? I asked. She nodded. Honey, did he

No! she said in a fierce whisper. I d never let him do that. I told you, Daddy, I m saving it for someone special.

It wasn t what I was going to ask, but I was relieved that she was still a virgin. Now, before that night, I had entertained many fantasies about being her first, never with any doubt that it would never happen. She was my darling daughter, and I had never tried anything with her.

I pitched a bitch, she said, then looked startled as she realized she had cursed in front of me.

It s okay, I told her, smiling. I know you use those words. You can say them.

She blushed. I bitched at him until he agreed to take me home, she said. She looked into my eyes. I was scared he would **** me, Daddy.

What about the other girls? I asked.

She snorted. Melinda and Penny? Everybody knows they re sluts. They were screwing their dates before Trent had even felt me up. She was blushing even more, but she was watching for my reaction. I smiled, and she seemed to relax. I had opened the door, I realize now, and everything that came after was just inevitable.

So, you re okay then?

I guess, she said. I saw some tears well up in her eyes. Can you hold me a while, Daddy?

Of course, sweetheart! I said, enfolding her in my arms. She snuggled in, and my erection could no longer be stopped. I smelled the sweet fragrance of her hair, relished the feel of her soft skin as I stroked her neck and arms, her bare shoulders. She was so petite, only five feet tall compared to my nearly six feet. I felt a burning shame because of my desire. She was my daughter, and she was as tiny as a c***d, and I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone before in my life.

I couldn t resist letting my hands wander where they could. I stroked her back, over her hips, down the sides of her legs. She was on my left, and she lifted her left arm higher across my body as my hand came up her side, as if in invitation. I wasn t bold enough yet. My hand came tantalizingly close to her breast, then moved away. I felt her tremble slightly, and she sighed into my neck.

Know what I regret most? she said, whispering.

What? I asked. I felt lightheaded, like I was outside my body watching as I tried to m***** my own daughter with gently touches.

I didn t get to slow dance, she said. We left right before the first one.

That s too bad, I said. We turned our heads as one to look at my stereo on the shelf nearby. She looked at me, I looked at her. She smiled, and my heart melted.

Daddy? she asked. Would you dance with me?

I should have said no. I should have sent her on to bed. Yes, I heard myself saying. I d love to.

She didn t move, so I had to. I rose and went to the stereo. My wife had some easy listening CD s, so I chose one of those. Jean and I both liked hard rock. The sound of Chicago filled the air at low volume as I turned back to my daughter. Jean was still sitting. She accepted my hand and rose to her feet as light as an angel. In her shoeless state, the top of her head came only to my chest, and her large breasts pressed into my stomach as we stepped close together. Her small arms went around my waist, and I rested my hands on her bare shoulders.

We began to sway to the music, and I tried to concentrate on keeping my erection down. I was semi-hard, and she had to know what was pressing against her tummy. I bent over a little and kissed the top of her head. She looked up, smiling dreamily into my face, and I was so very tempted to lean down and plant a kiss on her pink lips. Maybe I would have if she hadn t stumbled.

Damn dress, she muttered, holding up the hem. We pulled apart slightly.

I thought you like it, I said.

I do. It s just too long without my shoes on.

I was looking down at her small stockinged feet. The black stockings were sheer enough that I could see her painted toenails through the nylon. My cock began to throb. Why don t you put your shoes back on, I suggested, not wanting out dance to end.

She shook her head. They hurt my feet, she said. She looked at me biting her lip.

What? I asked.

Daddy? she began, then paused. I m wearing a slip, she said after a moment.

I realized quickly what she wanted. You want to take your dress off? I ventured, feeling heat in my face. She nodded slowly. Okay, I said, nearly breathless. She took a step back and turned around. My hands were trembling as I took the zipper and tugged it down. At first, I didn t see the slip, only her deliciously pale back. The zipper reached her waist and I let go.

Jean pushed the dress off her shoulders then stopped. I didn t know what to do as she hesitated. She must have come to her senses, I told myself. At least one of us is. Then she slowly turned to face me. She looked into my eyes, and I saw that she was waiting for me, giving me a chance to back out. That was when I realized our relationship was going to change forever.

She pushed the dress off her arms and let it drop. Her slip was a sheath of black silk across her breasts, held in place by flimsy elastic. She wiggled her hips and let the dress fall to the floor. I watched open mouthed as she daintily stepped out of the puddle of cloth at her ankles. She kicked the dress aside. I knew I was staring but I couldn t stop.

I must look silly, she said, eyes downcast.

No, I contradicted her. You re beautiful. You re the most beautiful woman I ve ever seen. She beamed happily. I had called her a woman, not a girl, and maybe that was the thing that helped her cross the barrier. She put her arms around me as she stepped forward, pressing her body to me. This time, she had my full erection pressed against her. She smiled up at me then lay her head on my chest. I was shaking as I put my arms around her again. Slowly, we began to dance again, barely moving our feet, just enjoying the rhythm of our bodies as we touched.

I found myself leaning over again. I kissed the top of her head as my hands ran down her back. I stopped just shy of her ass, unsure. Her small hands were rubbing my back, moving in small circles. With agonizing slowness, she moved lower and lower until her young hands were on my ass. She squeezed gently and giggled nervously against my chest. I suppressed a moan as I let my hands slide over my daughter s tiny ass. I squeezed her soft cheeks, pulling her closer. Jean gasped and tightened her hold on my ass. Then she made a sound that had my hairs stand on end and lit a cold fire in my bl**d. My baby girl moaned.

I leaned back and she looked up at me. Her face had a dreamy look, an expression of passion. This time I did not hesitate to lean down, bringing my face to hers. She rose up on her tiptoes to meet me. Our lips brushed each other lightly, tentatively, then more firmly. We had stopped dancing. The kiss melted into another one, then another. We sucked at each other s lips. I tasted her lipstick on my own lips, and I put my tongue against her mouth. She opened to me, allowed my tongue into her mouth and met it with hers. We swirled together, lost in the bliss of a passionate french kiss. She was panting, and she moaned softly into my mouth.

I don t know how long we kissed like that. When she finally pulled back, my cock was throbbing against her, and I could feel her body shaking. And, just above the flowery scent of her perfume, I could smell her excitement. I could just detect my own daughter s pussy smell. She looked down. She couldn t see past her own breasts, though. You re hard, she whispered, then looked into my eyes.

I nodded, unable to form words. She bit her lower lip, a habit I found delightful. You re a good kisser, she said, still whispering.

So are you, I said. She giggled, then rose up on her toes again. I rushed to kiss her again, to have her tongue back in my mouth. I pulled her ass, pulling her to me, and began to lift her. She put her arms round my neck as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Our faces were level now, and we began to kiss more passionately.

Oh, Daddy, she crooned as my kisses traveled across her cheek to her neck.

Is this what you want, baby? I asked. We haven t gone too far to stop.

I felt her small hands take my head and f***e me back so she could look into my eyes. Do you want to stop? she asked. I shook my head. She smiled, the most lovely smile. Neither do I, she said. I groaned and kissed her again. She returned it with passion, her hands running through my hair.

I walked forward to the sofa and bent over, lowering her to the cushions. She kept her legs around me, though, and as she settled it brought our crotches together. She gasped sharply as she felt my hardness pressing against her hidden pussy. Now that I didn t have to hold her up, my hands could wander again. I cupped her breasts in each hand, thrilled to discover her nipples were stiff beneath my thumbs. I licked her neck as I massaged her globes, and she began to moan as she panted.

I knew it was wrong. I didn t care. And neither did she. I pulled up her slip so I could get my hands beneath it. I stroked her flat pale tummy which quivered under my fingertips. She arched her back as my hand closed over her bra covered breast. I pushed the slip up so I could see them. Glancing down, I saw her stockings where they ended on her upper thigh. A pale section of leg lay between the nylons and her silky black panties. Then her wonderful body above. She helped me, pulling the slip into a bunch at her neck. I kissed her cleavage as I squeezed both breasts in my hands.

Jean took my hands in her own and lifted them away. Her bra clasped in the front and she deftly unhooked it. Then she took my hands again and returned them to her chest. I stared into her eyes as I swept her bra aside, then gazed down at her naked breasts. They were the loveliest I d ever seen. So firm and full, milky unblemished skin surrounding light pink areolas. Her nipples were engorged and a darker pink in color. I sucked the left one into my mouth, making her gasp again. Quickly I switched to the other as my fingers pinched the wet one I had left.

I ground my crotch against her. She squeezed me with her legs. I suckled each of her teats several times before I felt an overpowering urge to taste something else. I hesitated though. I want you, I told her, bluntly.

She nodded. I want you too, she said.

I mean, I want to make love to you, I told her.

She chewed on her lip. It s i****t, she said after a brief pause.

I nodded. Yes, I said. It is.

Does it bother you? she asked.

I was surprised. What?

i****t, she repeated. I know I m your daughter, and you re my Daddy, so if you think it s wrong

I don t, I said, cutting her off.

You don t?

Jean, I want to make love to you. I know it s i****t. I don t care.

I don t care either, she said, thrilling me. I want it too, Daddy. I want you to be my first.

Oh, baby, I said, and kissed her again. She hugged me with her whole body, pulling us together with arms and legs. I grabbed her hips and thrust, grinding my hardness against her. My robe had come open. I reached down and with a little tug allowed my cock to jut through the fly of my boxers. When I pressed my hips forward again, my naked cock slid across her panties. I wanted to rip them aside, to feel the flesh of my daughter s pussy on my cock, but I knew there was something else I wanted too.

As quickly as I could, I moved down. I paused to suckle her tits again, then continued to her tummy. I kissed the flesh above her stockings, and continued down her legs until I got to her toes. Jean was always meticulous about staying clean. Her feet were delightful, small enough to fit into my hands and she squealed when I sucked on her toes. I wondered idly if my wife could hear us and what she would do if she caught us. And I wondered if I d be able to stop.

I kissed my way back up Jean s legs until I got to her crotch. I could smell her plainly now, no mistaking. There s something very unique about the odor of a young girl s cunt. I inhaled deeply before putting my mouth on her damp panties. I chewed lightly, feeling her soft lips beneath the material. She gasped and arched her back. She pulled her legs up, putting her stockinged feet flat on the sofa cushions so she could spread her legs wide for me. Her panties pulled tighter and fell between her lips. I pushed my tongue into the cleft.

Oh, god, she hissed. No one s ever done that before. Are you going to lick me, Daddy?

In response, I pulled her panties aside. Her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her. Her paleness extended right up to where her pink inner petals unfolded, glistening wetly with her excitement. The hair on her head might have been auburn, but it was dyed, and here was her true color where dark red wisps of pubic hair formed an elongated vee pointing down at her treasure. Her lips had only the finest of small hairs, nothing to impede me as I leaned forward and pressed my tongue into the folds of her pussy.

Jean tensed as I licked her. I plowed my tongue into her depths then swirled around her swollen clit. The taste was indescribable, musky and clean. Her excretions were thicker than water, and they tasted a bit metallic. I sucked her clit then lapped at her cuntlips, trying to drink up everything she was exuding. I pressed used my fingers to spread her, delighting in the sight of her pinkness, and pressed my tongue to her fuckhole. I was worried about her being a virgin in every way, but I found no trace of a hymen. She was tight, though, and I had to shove my tongue into her. When I wiggled it inside her, she clutched at the cushions and cried out.

She was trying to be quiet, keeping her moans down to rasping pants, but I no longer cared if my wife caught us. I was going to give my baby an orgasm if it was the end of me. Oh, Daddy! she hissed, hands tangling in my hair. I put my hands under her ass, helping her lift her pussy to my mouth. I covered her crotch with my mouth, french kissing her cunt as she began to shake. She quivered violently, her pussy throbbing, and she began to cum. Her juices flooded my mouth, hot and tangy. Her toes curled, her back arched until she was nearly bent double, her hands held my head tightly, she shook and moaned and thrust her hips up as I tonguefucked her.

She collapsed onto the sofa and twitched as pleasure continued to course through her. She pushed my head away. No more, she said. Please. I leaned back on my heels, smiling up at her angelic face with my own face glistening with her girl-cum.

Did you like it? I asked.

She nodded vigorously. It was better than I thought possible, she said. She chewed her lip again. Do you want me to do you?

The prospect thrilled me, but I didn t think we d have time. Next time, I told her, hoping there would be a next time. I stood and removed my robe. She watched with glazed eyes. When I shoved my boxers down she sat up. The slip came over her head and she threw it aside. We stared at each other. She looked me up and down, then stared at my hard cock bobbing in front of her. I couldn t believe the sight I had. All she had on was her panties and her stockings. Her breasts heaved with her breathing. Her legs were still splayed. I reminded herself that she was only 14. I had to remember she was my daughter.

Both of those thoughts only served to make my cock throb. Jean watched it twitch and reached out for it. I shuddered as her small hand closed around my shaft. She looked up at me as she began to fondle me. It s big, she said.

Have you seen many? I asked, afraid of the answer.

Only three, she said. Well

What?

I ve seen some naked guys on the net, she admitted. I felt disappointed. Then she added, I don t think any where this big.

I m average, I told her, knowing it was true. She shook her head, continuing to stroke my cock awkwardly. At least she had no experience doing that.

I ve seen longer, she said, but they were so thin. I can t believe how thick you are.

Then she looked up at me again. Do you think it will fit inside me? she asked. I nearly came right there.

Are you sure you want to try? I asked.

She nodded. I held my breath as she scooted forward on the sofa. I knew what she was going to do, and I wanted it desperately. She leaned forward and put her lips to the end of my cock, kissing it delicately. She giggle and glanced up to see my reaction. Have you ever done that before? I asked.

No, she said. My friend Teresa has though, and she told me about it.

You don t have to.

I know. She leaned forward again, opening her mouth this time. I felt frozen as I watched and felt my cock slide past my daughter s lips into her hot mouth. She swirled her tongue on the underside like she would a Popsicle, and sucked lightly as she drew back. She swallowed and opened her mouth again, taking more of my cock this time. She made it halfway down my shaft before pulling back, eagerly licking the underside of my shaft and slurping a bit. She bobbed back and forth, sucking and licking, and cupped my balls with her small hand.

I had to stop her or I knew I was going to fill her mouth with cum. She looked worried as I pushed her away. Am I doing it wrong? she asked. I watched a trickle of saliva dribble from the corner of her mouth.

You re doing to very right, I said. I was afraid I d orgasm in your mouth.

She smiled. Would you like that? she asked devilishly.

I groaned. Yes, I admitted.

Then next time I m going to do it, she said. I promise I ll suck you off, Daddy.

Not many girls like cum in their mouths.

Her smile was radiant. I ll do anything for you, Daddy, she said. I love you.

I love you too, baby, I said, and I leaned down to kiss her again. She sucked my tongue like she had my cock. I eased her back onto the sofa. She reached between us to stroke my cock. My kisses traveled to her neck, then her chest as I couldn t resist sucking her tits again.

I taste myself on you, she said in a whisper. She squeezed my cock as it surged in her hand. Daddy? A lot of boys say it s a turn on if two girls get together. Does it turn you on?

I rose up to look at her. Yeah, I said after considering what to say. Does it turn you on?

Daddy! she said and hit me playfully. She still had my cock in her hand. I said nothing as she chewed her lip, her innocent looking eyes staring into mine. Softly, she whispered, yes. I could only smile thinking of the possibilities that might open up.

I kissed her again and pushed my cock against her crotch. I want you now, I told her.

Okay, she whispered. She released my cock and began pushing her panties down. I raised up to help her. She lifted her ass and slid the garment down her legs, letting them dangle off one ankle. She spread herself lewdly for me, putting her feet on the cushions again. I pushed my knees beneath her legs so that her thighs d****d across mine, leaving her feet dangling in the air and my cock pressing to her cunt. She reached down to grasp me again and guided me to her opening.

Slowly, I began to push into her. She was very wet, and her excitement had made her inner lips splay out to make the perfect receptacle for me. I had to push hard to get my head into her. She was definitely a virgin even if her cherry was gone. She jumped as the head popped into her, slipping past the tight ring of her opening.

I continued to push. Jean was tense, panting, her chest heaving. She kept looking from my face to her crotch, watching her father s cock entering her. I was leaning over her, holding onto her hips. She put her hands on my arms, holding onto me. The feel of my cock sliding into her was unreal, like nothing I could have imagined. I d lost my cherry at 17 to a 19 year old girl, so Jean was the youngest girl I d ever fucked. I got half my cock into her vise-like cunt and pulled back. She moaned a little too loudly and clutched my arms. My cock, I could see, was wet with her inner juices.

I pushed back into her more firmly. Oh, god, she whispered. Oh, oh, oh.

I began to saw back and forth, moving almost three-fourths of my tool in and out of her. It was getting a little easier as she relaxed and got into it. I was glad that she hadn t had her hymen to tear. Her first sex was almost painless for her.

Oh, Christ, she grunted, her eyes half closed. I can t believe it.

Oh, Jean, I moaned, driving my cock a little deeper into her. She lifted her legs into the air, opening herself even more to my invasion. I put my hands behind her knees to hold her legs up. Her dainty feet dangled loosely in the air, her toes curling and uncurling as I plowed her young pussy. I shoved hard and buried myself in her. She groaned loudly as I pulled out and fucked into her deeply again.

Daddy, Daddy, she began to pant. It s so good, so good.

Yes, baby, it is, I agreed. She was hot, her pussy so wet it slurped around my cock. I could feel her juices running over my balls. The room was filled with the smell of sex, of her young pussy and our sweat. I moved my hands up to grasp her ankles. She cried out when I brought her foot to my mouth and sucked her toes. She clamped a hand over her mouth and screamed into it. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and she began to shake and quiver. She was cumming again, orgasming around my cock.

She relaxed again and let her arms drop. She was gasping, squirming beneath me. I was fucking her faster now, bringing my cock out to the brink and plunging slowly back into her depths. I can t believe it, she said again. She began to massage her own breasts. I can t believe I m fucking my own Daddy.

That sent me over the edge. I shoved my cock into her and groaned as I felt my orgasm begin. She sensed it. Don t pull out, Daddy. Don t pull out.

I shoved my cock into her as far as I could and exploded. Jean s eyes widened as she began to cum again too. I feel it, Daddy, she gasped, her body vibrating. I feel you shooting sperm inside me. Her pussy pulsed along the length of my cock as we came together. It felt like lightning running along my veins, waves of intense pleasure that radiated from where my cock was spewing seed inside my daughter.

I squirted at least five good shots into her, then my cock continued to pulse for another minute as my high subsided. I kissed her, and she grabbed me in a tight hug. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and slapped her own against it. I cradled her small body in my arms, feeling her nakedness against me as her pussy continued to try to milk my cock.

I couldn t believe what we d just done. I had fucked my own daughter! But by the looks of it, she had enjoyed it. She smiled up at me as she fought to catch her breath. Did you like it, Daddy? she asked.

I groaned. I ve never had anything better, I told her honestly. I knew I was ruined for the rest of my life. Was it okay for you?

Daddy! she giggled. Of course it was. I love you so much, Daddy.

I love you too, Jean, I replied.

I mean, I love, you, she said, emphasizing the word. I knew what she meant, and for a moment it frightened me. Then I realized how silly that fear was when I felt the same way.

Oh, god, Jean, I said. I love you that way too.

I felt my cock twitch inside her. I was starting to soften, but slowly. What are we going to do? she asked.

What do you want to do?

She smiled. I want to make love again, she said. I want to be your girlfriend.

Would you be okay with that? I asked. I mean, your mother

I know you love her too, Jean said. It s okay. Daddy, I think you re the perfect man. You re my Daddy. I m your daughter. I can t ever be your wife, she paused, but we can pretend, right?

I found myself smiling stupidly. Yes, we can, I agreed. I would love for you to be my girlfriend.

She squealed happily and hugged me. We began to kiss again. My cock started to get hard again inside her. Oh, Daddy, she whispered. I love you forever.

We eventually had to get up without having sex again. It was amazing my wife hadn t caught us with as much noise as we d made. We gathered up out clothes and I walked her to her bedroom. I wanted so much to follow her in, to get into bed with my daughter, to make sweet love to her again, but there would be other times.

I kissed her at her door. I love you, Jean, I told her, letting her slip out of my arms.

I love you, too, Daddy, she whispered. She went into her room and closed her door. I went to the bathroom to clean up and finally crawled into bed beside my soundly sl**ping wife. And for the rest of the night I dreamed of Jean, my daughter, my lover.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day.
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2 years ago
incredible.
4 years ago
there are so many of your stories that could have a part 2, 3, 4.... such excellence in writing
4 years ago
Very nice and thanks!
4 years ago
u jammy bastard
4 years ago
Truely a master piece! I love erotica but most of the time I find myself skipping over sections because its soo boring. I think I read every word of this at least twice! EXCELLENT WRITING!!
4 years ago
great story!! is there more to come?
4 years ago
amazing story! kept me hooked all the way through
4 years ago
Very Hot!