Jessica was 16 years old when her parents divorced. That was 6 years ago. She had wanted to stay with her dad when they split up but both her mom and dad thought it would be best for a teenage girl to live with her mother. Jessica wasn’t happy about that. She and her dad had always been close. Much closer than she and her mom. But now, 6 years later, at the age of 22 (her birthday was just last week), she was back with her dad.
Her dad, Jack, had always been the adventurous type. That was the main reason he and Jessica had always been so close. They both loved taking risks, whereas her mom was what some may call a stick in the mud, a wet rag, a bore. Everything was either too dangerous, too hot, too dirty or just not to her liking. It was Jack’s adventurous streak that led to Jessica being here with him now. He had been involved in a motorcycle accident which led to a broken leg that required surgery.
She was in the kitchen preparing their lunch when she heard a loud crash and a “shit!” from the living room. She ran to the living room to check on her dad and there he was, half drunk, sprawled on the floor like a helpless old man. Jessica was worried, of course, but she couldn’t help but smile.
Big, bad, motorcycle riding Jack lay on the floor wearing nothing but his boxers and a t-shirt, looking like someone had just pulled the rug out from underneath his feet. He started laughing, which caused Jessica to start laughing along with him.
“You gonna help me up from here or just stand there laughing at me?” His speech slurred.
“You’re drunk,” she said.
“No shit. What gave it away?” He rolled over onto his side, causing a pain to shoot through his right leg. “Damn!”
“Just hold on. Let me help you,” she said. “Here, take my arm.”
“You can’t lift me,” he said.
“I’m stronger than I look. Now, come on,” she said. Jessica bent down to let him take hold of her arm. She slowly lifted him, easing him back to his chair and carefully placing his leg back up on the ottoman.
“What were you trying to do? You know you’re not supposed to try getting up by yourself,” she said.
“I’m tired of living like a fucking crippled,” he said. “I need to piss.”
“Well, I can help you,” she said. “All you had to do was ask.”
“I’m a grown man, I don’t need my daughter to help me take a damn piss,” he said.
“Well, apparently you do. Is your leg okay, do you think you can make it to the bathroom with my help?” She asked.
“Yeah.” He had no choice but to give in.
Jessica once again helped her dad get up and carefully led him to the bathroom. It wasn’t easy, considering the fact that he couldn’t put any weight on his right leg and he was drunk. But they eventually made it, both of them out of breath.
He quickly opened the fly of his boxers, not giving her a chance to turn around, and the waterworks began. Before Jessica looked away, she caught sight of his cock. She never knew he was that big. She had been with a few guys before but never with anyone packing a tool like that. She turned her head the other way, embarrassed by the thought of her dad catching her staring.
“Jeez, that feels good,” he said. “It’s making my goddam eyes water.”
She tried to laugh but it came out as a nervous, jittery cackle. In her mind all she could see was that monster cock hanging out of her dad’s boxers. She could feel her pulse quickening. Her breathing was unsteady. My God, she thought, I’m getting turned on thinking about my dad’s cock. From the sound of things, the flow was coming to an end. Jack stumbled a little, falling against her. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his waist to keep him steady on his feet, causing his cock to brush against her leg. She let out a heavy breath as she felt his meaty flesh rubbing against her bare leg, just below her shorts. The thin blouse she was wearing did little to hide her hard nipples.
Jack did his best to tuck himself back in without falling down again. Jessica tried to avert her eyes but the temptation was too strong, she took one more quick look. It wasn’t quick enough. When she looked up at her dad, he was staring straight at her, a drunken smile on his face. Her face reddened with embarrassment.
“That’s okay girl. I guess you’ve seen a cock before,” he said, slurring his words.
“Come on, we’ll get you back to your chair,” she said.
“I’d rather just go to bed. You’re right, I’m drunk,” he said. “I need a bath but I don’t think I can manage that right now. Maybe after I get some sleep.”
She led him to his bedroom. He seemed to be leaning on her a little heavier now, the full weight of his body causing her to strain to keep them both up. They were almost to the bed now. Just a few more steps, and she could let him sit down on the edge of the bed while she lifted his injured leg up. Just a few more steps. There. She eased him down onto the bed. She had to step back and stretch out the cramp that had started to build in her side.
“I told you I was too heavy for you,” he said, leaning back.
“I’m fine. I just need a minute,” she said. “Let’s get your leg up and get you turned around so you can lay down. Okay?”
When she lifted his leg and started to slide him around, his cock once again came out of his boxers. This time, there was no avoiding it, it was right in front of her face.
“Sorry, it seems to have a mind of it’s own,” he said. “I’m really sorry about this, Jessica.” She could hear the sincerity in his voice.
“Don’t worry about it, Dad,” she said. She didn’t even try to look away this time she began to feel a ache between her legs. She grabbed his cock and started to wank him off, and then sucking him.
“Ahhh fuck… what… what you doing, oh fuck that’s good,” he lay there letting his girl service his cock.
Jessica sucked and licked, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum that had begun to leak out. She looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, seeing the pleasure etched on his face. Her hand moved faster, stroking his shaft as she took him deeper into her mouth.
Jack groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he lost himself in the sensation of her warm, wet mouth on his dick. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her head as she bobbed up and down, taking more and more of him with each pass.
She stopped and stood up and took her tight jeans off followed by her knickers.
“Jesus, Jess,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “You’re so beautiful.”
Jessica didn’t respond, instead, she slowly climbed onto the bed, straddling her dads hips.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she sank down onto him, taking every inch of his massive cock deep inside her.
“Fuck, Jess,” Jack groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she impaled herself on him. “You feel so fucking good.” Jessica gasped, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she adjusted to the incredible stretch.
Jessica began to move, rising up and then sinking back down, her tight pussy gripping Jack’s cock with each descent. Her nails dug into his chest as she rode him, her hips undulating in a sensual rhythm. Jack’s hands roamed her body, tracing the curves of her ass, her back, her sides. He reveled in the feel of her, so warm and soft and tight around him.
Jessica rode her father hard and fast, her body moving in a frenzy of lust and desire. The feeling of his thick cock stretching her pussy was incredible, and she couldn’t get enough of it. She bounced on his lap, her tits jiggling with each movement, her moans filling the room.
Jack’s hands roamed her body, squeezing and groping her flesh, marking her as his. He loved the way her pussy clamped down on him, the way she whimpered and cried out in pleasure. He thrust up into her, meeting her every downward motion, driving himself deeper into her hot, wet cunt.
“Oh fuck your big… oh yes…” she continued to bounce on his dick. “Do you… ahhh yes… do you have enough in you… to… lay me down and fuck me hard.”
Jack’s eyes widened at her bold request, but he didn’t hesitate. He rolled them over, gently easing Jessica onto the mattress, her back pressed against the sheets. He rose above her, his cock still buried deep inside her quivering pussy.
Jack’s eyes locked onto his daughter’s as he began to pound into her, his hips slapping against her thighs with each powerful thrust. Jessica’s back arched, her nails digging into his back as she met his every stroke.
“Yes, Daddy, fuck me hard!” she cried out, her voice echoing through the room.
Jack’s cock throbbed inside her, growing even harder as he listened to her filthy words. He gripped her hips, holding her in place as he rutted into her, the head of his cock slamming against her cervix with each deep thrust.
Jack’s thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged as he chased his release. Jessica’s pussy was like a vice around his cock, milking him with every squeeze. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her, urging him on.
“Come on, Daddy, give it to me,” she panted, her eyes locked on his. “Fill me up, make me yours.” The words sent Jack over the edge. With a roar, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded inside her, his hot seed pumping deep into her womb.
Jessica’s body shook with pleasure as she felt her father’s thick cum filling her up. She clenched her pussy around him, milking every last drop from his twitching cock. As the waves of orgasm subsided, she collapsed back against the mattress, her chest heaving with exertion. Jack slowly pulled out of her, his softening cock slipping free with a wet pop. Jessica felt the warmth of his seed leaking out of her, trailing down her thighs.
Jack collapsed beside her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Jessica rolled onto her side, facing him, her hand resting on his chest. They lay there in silence for a moment, the only sound the heavy panting of their exertion.
“That was… intense,” Jack finally managed to say, his voice hoarse. Jessica nodded, a small smile playing on her lips.
“You have no idea,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Jack reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her hip, the soft skin of her belly.