"Janie, what are you doing?" he asked, moving toward the bed.
"Oh, Dad! Ohhhh… ohhhh, noooo!" she cried out, unable to control herself.
She couldn't face the man, this man who was her father. She was his little girl and now… now she had shown him what she really was – a slut who played with her pussy, a whore who finger-fucked herself, a tramp who fucked herself with anything she could find that would fit between her legs. She lowered her head, deeply ashamed of herself…
"I-I'm sorry, Dad. I-I d-don't know wh-what to say," she stammered, lowering her legs.
John held out his arms, whispering, "It's all right, honey. It's all right. Really, it's okay."
He walked towards the bed and sat down next to her.
"It's okay, little girl. There's nothing to hide, baby… believe me, you have nothing to be ashamed of, Janie," he soothed.
Janie felt his arms go around her and pull her close. His touch was comforting. The warmth of his body radiated through his shirt and burned into her tits. His hands burned her soft, tender flesh everywhere they touched. His warm breath was on her neck, sending chills to her brain. When his lips touched her cheek, she knew that she truly had nothing in the world to worry about.
"Janie… Janie," her father whispered, his cock pulsating. "Relax, honey. I'm gonna take care of you. Now, tell me what you were doing. Remember, I saw you. I just wanna hear you say it."
Trembling, Janie could not keep her voice from quavering, too.
"Oh, Dad… I was… I was playing with myself. Oh, I'm so ashamed!" she cried, covering her face with her hands.
"No, no, no, baby," soothed her father. "Don't be, honey. I told you… there's nothing in the world to be ashamed of. Now, don't forget that, either, okay?"
Janie nodded her head, wanting to believe him. After all, he was her father. And his touch was so comforting, so warm and inviting. They had always been close but she had never before felt so close to him, as she did now. Her cunt was pulsing around the hairbrush handle. Her clit was hanging between her puffy cunt lips, blood-engorged and excited. Oh, how much she wanted to get back to fucking herself, she realized. She squeezed her legs together, looking at her father's features. He wasn't an unattractive man, she found.
John Kelley had sandy brown hair and he looked young to be a father. His skin was lightly tanned. He had a high forehead. His nose was about average in size and shape and his eyes were bright and intelligent. His cheekbones weren't too pronounced, his chin was firm. His lips were full and his teeth were almost white, but not quite. He wasn't muscular, but his body was trim as Janie looked him over, she sensed something was different about him but she couldn't make out what it was.
Even as she looked at her father, she thrilled to feel his touch. His hand lightly glided over her thigh and down to her knee. Then it slid back up, a trail of goose bumps following it all the way to her inner thigh where it paused.
Janie looked at him expectantly, her cunt on fire with lust. After all, she had been close to orgasm when he had interrupted her. She was eager to get back down to business, if only he would let her.
Almost unconsciously, Janie again squeezed her legs together. Her pussy burned and her clit throbbed. Pleasure radiated out from her cunt, which was still stuffed with the handle. Wanting more, it was all she could do to control herself in front of her father. Still shocked, she could hardly believe that she was lying there now, naked, with a hairbrush buried in her pussy, while her dad was calmly sitting on the bed next to her. It was almost like a dream.
Noticing the movement of her thighs, John asked, "Would you like to finish what you were doing, Janie? It's all right, you know. It's normal for a girl your age to want to fuck herself."
"Uhhhh, yeah, Dad. I… I kind of would like to finish f-fucking myself, as you said. If you don't mind," she hesitantly replied, shocked at his language.
"Of course, I don't mind, honey. Go ahead," he smiled. Then, noticing her hesitation, he added, "I'm gonna watch. I want to make sure you aren't doing anything harmful to yourself."
"W-well… okay, Daddy. If you want," she answered, feeling his hand tenderly caressing her thigh.
She opened her legs, noticing her father's penetrating gaze. His eyes were aimed at her swollen cunt, where the hairbrush head poked out of it. She grabbed the brush and slowly pulled it out. Her father's eyes widened at the sight of the slick handle easing out of her pussy. She pushed it back in and her groan of desire rang loud and clear. Oh, it felt good.
"Oh, yes! Uhhhh!"
She tossed her head, digging the handle in deep. She jerked it back fast. Then, spreading her legs wider, she really pushed it all the way inside her. She dug it into her cunt, hard and deep. Her grunts of pleasure could not be suppressed. It started feeling damn good, and then she threw all caution to the winds. It didn't matter that her father was watching. It didn't matter who was near. She wanted to fuck herself. Her cunt wanted – no, demanded – satisfaction, and it was going to get it.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes. Lifting her legs almost to her tits, she kept them spread wide apart. She grasped the hairbrush in a strong grip and began fucking herself with gusto. Each time she fucked herself deep, a moan of pleasure escaped her lips.
"Oh, yes… oh, yes… ohhhh, it's so… so good!"
Her hips gyrated, her cunt dripping fuck juice. The slimy cream was oozing out and smearing all between her legs. It coated the hairbrush handle, making it slip and slide fast and easy. Her hand pumped in a steady fucking rhythm. Getting into it, she threw her open cunt up to meet the fucking brush every time it pumped deeply into her hole.
John's cock was straining at his zipper. His fine young daughter was putting on a hell of a show, a show he had never expected to see, though one he had often fantasized about. The smell of her pussy was in his nostrils and it excited him.
Cum was splattered all over. It was dripping out of her cunt, down the crack between her legs and onto the bed. Rapidly, the handle slipped and slid in and out of her open, juicing cunt.
John stared hungrily between her legs the whole time, watching the handle fucking in and out. It pulled out, shining wet, and he could see inside her pussy. Her pink inner cunt flesh opened up and glistened wetly, thick, white cream oozing out. Then he gasped as his daughter pumped the handle into her cunt, hard, while her legs kicked out to take it. His cock throbbed as he watched her cunt expanding over the handle. His hand crept between his legs and he squeezed his cock. As he watched, his eyes growing bigger, he began jacking off.
By this time, Janie was oblivious to everything except the brush handle fucking in her cunt. Her pussy lips opened and closed, opened and closed, again and again. Her clit was engorged and throbbing. Almost magnetically, her hand was drawn to it, her fingers doing their nimble dance of lust. Now her legs were raised high and thrown as wide apart as they could go. She frigged her clit madly, screwing her pussy hard and fast. Before she knew it, tremors began building inside her lithe young body and she knew she was about to blow up.
"Oh, God… oh, God… oh, God! Fuck… Fuck! I'm g-gonna… cum! Oh… shit… fuck… you whore… fuck me! Unnnggg… uuunnhhhh unnnhhhmmmpphhh!" she howled, thrashing about violently.
Convulsions swept the length of her body, beginning at her toes and rushing through her cunt and to her head. Her cunt clamped and unclamped, sucking and grasping at the brush handle. Her breathing came in uncontrollable gasps as she sucked in great drafts of air. In the next instant, the air was squeezed out of her lungs by the next powerful spasm. Uncontrollably, her legs kicked and her hips ground powerfully, working the hairbrush handle as hard as she could inside her pussy.