A father needs to put his drunk daughter to bed at the family Christmas party

A father needs to put his drunk daughter to bed at the 

family Christmas party

I couldn�t believe what I was seeing. My 17 year old 

daughter had been drinking all night. She was dressed in 

a short red Christmas dress with white fluffy trim, with 

a cute Christmas hat to match. She even had on turned up 

red felt shoes with a fluffy pompom on the turned up 

points. 

The dress was too short, especially for a family 

gathering, and I could feel every man�s eyes on her, 

every pubescent boy�s, even some women whom I had always 

suspected. My daughter�s a flighty girl with long blonde 

hair, full B-cup titties and slender tender legs. And as 

the night wore on she got steadily more and more drunk. 

It was embarrassing as she slurred her words, staggered, 

fell and finally passed out in front of the whole 

family.

I picked her up and carried her upstairs. She�s not as 

light as once she was and I only just got her to the 

bed, where I staggered and dropped her barely onto the 

bed, her legs dangling off the edge. But as I stood up I 

saw that her short dress had gotten even shorter, 

flipping up onto her flat stomach. That�s when I saw my 

daughter wasn�t wearing panties. All night long she had 

been flaunting herself with no panties on! What was 

more, she was as bald as a baby�s bottom. 

I couldn�t believe what I was seeing. I just stood there 

looking as I heard the party continue downstairs. The 

only light in the room was from the landing light. But 

it cut a shaft through the room lighting up my baby�s 

slender thighs and mons. The rest of her was in shadow, 

but enough ambient light to see she was still out cold. 

I stood looking for what must have been a whole minute 

before I could move.

Every father is curious about how his daughter is 

developing. Occasionally we get a tiny glimpse through 

an open door, in a mirror or accidentally walking into 

an unlocked bathroom. But what we really want is a good 

close up view. And I was being gifted it!

I bent over and put my hands on my little girl�s knees. 

They were warm and smooth. I moved my hands slowly up my 

daughter�s slender teenage thighs right to the top, 

where my thumbs came into contact with the puffy outer 

lips of my daughter�s pussy. I knew I shouldn�t, but I 

couldn�t help the gift before me. I rubbed gently down 

each side, exploring like a first time adolescent the 

pussy of a first girlfriend. 

I�ll admit that I played my thumbs up and down, rubbing 

her lips together with breathless excitement. I pried 

into her private folds, separating them and drinking in 

her teenage smell. My nose was close as I knelt between 

her soft smooth alabaster thighs. I had to. I reached 

out and touched her with tip of my tongue. 

Her velveteen folds opened easily to my probing tongue 

as I explored high and low as I could go. I had a hard 

on pushing into my jeans like a tent pole and I was 

beyond the point of no return. I released my aching bone 

and started to slowly feel it up and down.

By now my daughter�s pussy was starting to moisten, and 

not just from my tongue. I moved lower and found her 

juicy hole, licking around it, collecting her juices, 

tasting her, swallowing her tangy nectar. Then, tongue 

protruding I entered my daughter�s pussy hole. She was 

warm and wet around me as I probed inside; then slowly 

started tongue fucking her. I was looking up her body to 

her face for any sign of consciousness, but she was dead 

to the world. 

I moved up to her little clit and teased it with the tip 

of my tongue, circling and then flicking across it 

faster and faster. Her breathing quickened slightly only 

before I heard her pussy gulp and drivel cum from below. 

I knelt up, pushing a finger deep inside her, giving a 

few strokes before withdrawing and tasting it. I smelled 

it her again; a deep pungent aroma much stronger than 

before. I plunged and pulled again. And this time I 

leaned over her to touch it to her lips. As I did I felt 

the tip of my penis touch her pubis. It felt good.

Keeping contact with her soft skin I trailed downward 

until I touched my penis tip to her teenage clit. It 

felt so wrong. It felt so right. My precum coated her 

bud and I started moving my penis head gently over her, 

softly at first, but moving increasingly quicker, 

increasingly faster. I saw her shudder and I knew she 

had come again. 

I was full of lust now. I paused only fast enough to 

undo my jeans and pull them and my boxers down. I aimed 

in the half-light at my daughter�s luscious mound and 

pressed firmly at her succulent lips. They gave way and 

I entered my daughter�s vagina. It was bliss even this 

little way inside, and I heard her murmur something low 

and guttural. 

I looked up at her sleeping face as I gently pressed 

further inside. There was no resistance and I wondered 

when and how she had lost her virginity. Inward I 

pressed and lifted her legs to ease entry. It worked and 

I slid in to the hilt. I was balls deep in my own 

daughter and it felt amazing. 

I could still hear the party going on downstairs, the 

laughing and joking, as I thrust in out of my daughter�s 

teenage pussy. She was warm and wet and tighter than my 

wife. I was now over her, looking down into her pert 

young features, wanting to see pleasure in them but 

dreading she should open her eyes. I went faster, moving 

us both up the bed so I could get greater purchase, my 

knees digging into the mattress as I really went to 

work, pumping in and out of her, my rigid tool stroking 

effortlessly in the slick sluice juice of my only 

daughter. 

I thrust faster, praying her eyes would remain shut 

tight, but now her brow was furrowed and I knew 

somewhere in her consciousness she knew she was being 

fucked. Just a little more, in and out, stabbing, 

jabbing my solid cock into her pleasure palace pussy. 

And suddenly I felt the well of pressure in my balls and 

the base of my throbbing cock � I pulled out just in 

time to spray my love jelly over her puffy wet mons. She 

let out a long breath and slumped.

Her face was now relaxed, motionless. I eased myself up 

to see she had cum a small pool of cum on the back of 

her skirt. I pulled up my jeans and looked around the 

room for something to wipe mine and my daughter�s 

genitals. I found a discarded pair of panties on the 

floor and wondered if she had taken them off earlier as 

a bet with a cousin or friend. 

I wiped myself and put myself right before I wiped my 

daughter as best I could. I straightened up and tossed 

the wet panties aside. Then lastly, I moved the hem of 

my daughter�s dress down and folded half the duvet over 

her so she wouldn�t get cold. 

I straightened up once more and was pulling the door 

behind me as I left, when I heard my daughter say, 

�Thank you, Daddy.� I froze. But she didn�t move. So I 

closed the door.

The End