Part 1

Dave pulled his car into the driveway, the gravel crackling under the tires like a chorus of tiny fireworks. It had been a long shift at the factory, and all he wanted was a cold beer and the comfort of his recliner. The house looked quiet, a single yellow light flickering in the living room window, casting a warm glow across the lawn. As he unlocked the front door, he kicked off his boots and hung his coat on the rack. Walking down the hallway, he couldn’t help but notice the sound coming from Abby’s room. It was a soft, rhythmic moan, almost a purr, and the sound of something wet and sticky. His heart skipped a beat. He told himself it was probably just a YouTube video, some new ASMR trend she’d picked up from her friends, but the curiosity was too much to ignore. He paused outside her door, hand hovering over the wooden frame. Slowly, he pushed the door open just enough to peer through the crack. The sight that greeted him was not what he expected. There was his baby girl, sprawled out on her bed, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, her hand moving rhythmically between her legs. At fifteen, she was discovering herself in a way he hadn’t anticipated.

Dave felt his cock twitch in his pants as he watched her. The image of his daughter’s youthful body, usually a source of pride and protection, now stirred something within him that he’d never felt before. It grew hard, pressing against the fabric, as if it had a mind of its own. His breath hitched as he took in the sight of her flushed cheeks and the way her small breasts bounced with every thrust of her hand. Her panties were shoved to one side, revealing the glistening folds of her virgin pussy. It was so wet, so inviting, and so unlike anything he’d seen before in his life. The line between fatherly concern and something much darker blurred before his eyes. The room smelled faintly of her arousal, a sweet and musky scent that seemed to thicken the air. Without realizing it, he’d pushed the door open wider, allowing himself a full view of the erotic scene unfolding before him.

Abby’s eyes shot open, and she gasped, her hand freezing mid-motion. “Daddy!” she screamed, her voice a mix of panic and embarrassment. She clamped her legs shut and tried to cover herself with her blanket, but it was too late. Dave’s eyes remained glued to the spot where her hand had been, the image of her pink, swollen flesh burned into his mind. He felt his cock throb painfully against his jeans, straining against the fabric as if begging for release. “Baby girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with an unfamiliar lust, “you like fingering yourself, don’t you?” He saw the fear in Abby’s eyes, but his own gaze was filled with a new, carnivorous hunger. He took a step into the room, the floorboards groaning beneath his weight. “Daddy, no!” she whimpered, her face flushing a deeper shade of red. But her protests seemed to only fuel his arousal. His eyes swept over her trembling form, and he felt his resolve waver. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, guttural whisper. “Let me show you how good it can feel.” With a gentle yet firm hand, Dave pulled the blanket away from Abby’s clenched thighs. The fabric of her panties was dark with her arousal, the outline of her wetness clearly visible. Her small nipples stood at attention, begging to be touched.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, his voice thick with desire. He knelt beside the bed, his jeans tenting with his erection. “Let me taste you,” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. With trembling hands, he slid her panties down her legs, revealing the treasure that lay beneath. Her pussy was a delicate shade of pink, glistening with her juices. He leaned in, inhaling her sweet scent before he buried his face in her soaked crotch. His tongue flicked out, tasting the salty sweetness of her arousal. The moan that escaped her lips was music to his ears, a siren’s call that drew him in deeper. Her hands flew to his head, her fingers tangling in his hair, but instead of pushing him away, she held him there, urging him closer. “Daddy, wait,” she breathed, her voice trembling. The protest was weak, laced with a hint of lust that sent a jolt of electricity through his body. Ignoring her feeble attempt at resistance, he sucked and lapped at her wetness, groaning into her as he tasted the sweet nectar of her innocence. The sounds of his mouth against her skin, the wetness of his tongue on her sensitive flesh, filled the room.

As he feasted on her, Dave slid two of his thick, calloused fingers into her tight pussy, feeling her quiver around them. She was so much tighter than he could have ever imagined. He curled his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, stroking the sensitive spot inside her. Abby’s eyes rolled back, and she gasped, arching her back. Her moans grew louder, and she began to rock her hips in time with his hand movements, her body begging for more. Her legs spread wider, giving him full access to her most intimate space. Dave felt like he was in a trance as he pumped her young pussy with his thick fingers. Each time he pushed in, he could feel her tighten around him, her slickness coating his hand. He watched, mesmerized, as her small body writhed under his touch. Her juices were like a potent elixir, and he couldn’t get enough of them. He lapped them up greedily, savoring the taste of her innocence. He felt his cock throb in his pants, demanding to be freed.