Friday Night (NSFW)

[Murdergurl]

(Revised, rewritten, and reposted as per the changes in rule #4 regarding minimum character ages when engaged in sexual situations) ​

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It was Friday night.

For most teens, Friday nights would stir up typical thoughts of fun and gaiety: The impending weekend. The short break from school. Going out with friends. The Mall. The Movies. Even other, less-than-legal activities for teens looking to get high or drunk with their friends…

But for Nina, all these activities were a distant second compared to what she had acquainted with her Friday nights. For the sixteen-year-old girl, Fridays were when Daddy made his special late-night visits to her room. Every activity that occurred from the moment she woke up in the morning until she got home and eventually went to bed were just obstacles to get through. Her day was a string of tedious events, all leading up to her most anticipated liaison of the week. The only thing that mattered to her today was making intimate love to her Daddy.

The young girl was already in bed. She wore an old tank top. The print had long faded from its front, and the material had been worn so thin it was practically see-through. In truth, Nina had outgrown the shirt years ago, and the bottom hem came down just under her breasts. But it was her favorite shirt and she refused to give it up. The threadbare cloth was soft and comfortable, and now made perfect pajamas.

Other than her tank, Nina wore only a pair of scant panties. They were pink satin, with twin strips of equally pink elastic hugging gently at her meaty hips. They were quite scant, only barely covering the girl's sex and dipping between Nina's thighs and traveling back into the crevasse of her chubby butt as a thong backing. They had been a present from her Daddy. Nina's undergarments had all gradually been replaced from the juvenile panties of her childhood into more provocative and explicit articles. They would often pick them out together, Nina and her Daddy going to the outlet mall afterschool and perusing the lingerie at some of the specialty stores. She had given up the last of her childhood undergarments a few months ago, her drawer now completely stocked with choice thongs and panties that appealed to her daddy.

The young teen lay curled expectantly under her bedsheets, doing her best to pretend to sleep, but her heart fluttered like a hummingbird hopped-up on sugared water. The minutes passed painfully slow, and the neon-trimmed clock on Nina’s wall struck each second like a thunderclap. The blonde daughter began to toss back and forth in her bed, listening to the sounds of her mother getting ready for another night of work. It was 8:30 PM, and she would be leaving at any moment. In fact, she was behind schedule. Late, again. This fact was accentuated by a brief argument that could interpreted as agitated mumbles through the drywall. She was yelling at Daddy again. Somehow, it was always his fault. At least that’s what Mom would say. She was mad a lot. Nina grimaced, furrowing her brow in the dark at the thought of her Daddy getting yelled at. A few moments later and Mom was out the door and on her way to her night job at the hospital. Nina quickly forgot all about the yelling. Her trepidation was replaced by excitement once again. She could hear her Daddy coming up the stairs, passing her bedroom on the way to his own. His steps were heavy, even when he tried to be quiet. A smile crossed Nina’s face as she pictured her dad’s large form attempting to be sneaky. He was a big man after all.

The car pulled out of the driveway, and the noise of its engine faded away as Nina’s mom drove off. Minutes passed, and the clock thundered on the wall as the Anderson household gave extra time to assure that Nina's mom was assuredly on her way. There had been at least two occasions where Nina and her Daddy had to scramble back to a facade of normalcy when her mother had suddenly come back down the driveway when she'd forgotten something. But eventually, it was assured that they were going to be alone for the rest of the night. Nina could feel her loins quiver with excitement. She had grown slick with expectation.

The telltale noise of the door to her parent's room opening could be heard down the hall. Nine hear her Daddy's footfalls resume. They were a bit softer now, and she could tell he had taken off his shoes. The footsteps got closer. And closer. And closer. Until Nina could practically feel him on the other side of her bedroom door. When the metallic tick and squeak of her own doorknob slowly and tentatively turned, the young teen bit her lower lip in anticipation. Nina closed her eyes and tried to calm her heavy breaths. She feigned sleep as best she could.

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Slow, steady steps approached his daughter's prone form. Daddy looked upon his little princess in the meager light that spilled into the room from the hallway lamp. He’d left the door open just a crack after he’d entered, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark. The petite lump on her bed quickly took to detail as the encroaching man’s eyes adjusted.

Nina had put her hair up in two, messy buns. They were tied with strips of red lace. Or maybe it was a dark pink. It was hard to tell in the low light. Pinning her hair up was a dead giveaway that Nina was expecting him, and Daddy smiled warmly at her consideration. She had such long, beautiful hair. It was like wavy ribbons of honey, cascading down to the small of her back. It bounced and flowed behind her whenever she walked around the house, and her father would constantly catch himself observing the hypnotic sway whenever Nina sashayed by. But such long hair tended to get pinned and pulled in the heat of embrace. So now, after the cheerful child had brushed and bathed and readied herself for the night, Nina would tie her hair up before slipping into her bedsheets. Their relationship had gotten to the point where the Ribbon had become a sort of herald, a symbol of their libidinous weekly interludes. Nina had several hair ribbons, but she only ever wore them on Fridays. She would pinup her hair in the morning, casting looks of erotic longing father whenever their eyes would meet. And when he picked her up afterschool, Nina made sure to retie her waves of golden hair before he saw her. She would often tie a ribbon on the stair rail, and all day they would both be constantly teased of what the evening had in store for them.

Reaching out with his large paw of a hand, Daddy touched Nina on her pale shoulder. She was warm. Comfortable. Soft. Her milky skin was delicate and smooth. Daddy then pulled Nina gently, guiding her to turn around from her side and onto her back. Nina, of course, was more than compliant. She rolled over without a sound, blue eyes already open and gazing up yearningly at the large, masculine figure that stood as a silhouette between herself and the light from the hall.

“Hi, Daddy…”, Nina whispered. There was a smile in her voice, but her mouth was hung open in a hungry pant.

Already a kiss of feminine slick was wetting the sunflower that was stitched on the gusset line of her panties. She wanted him badly. But Nina would wait. She would let Daddy take them off when he was ready for her. As an amenable daughter, she had learned to be patient. She had learned that this time with Daddy should be enjoyed and taken in leisure.

“Hey, Babygirl”, came the bass of her father’s voice. “You weren’t even close to being asleep, were you?”, he asked quizzically.

Nina shook her head from side to side, her loose buns of hair wagging in place. A wide smile cracked beneath her high cheekbones. She reached out to him, touching the leg of his pants while simultaneously pushing her bedsheets down to her waist.

“Are you ready for me, sweety?”, a clink of a belt buckle underlined Daddy’s question, followed by the draw of the leather strap through denim loops.

Holding onto his plants, Nina could feel the clothes loosen from his hips as her Daddy unzipped his fly and began to drop his jeans. Nina then raised her hand reflexively, reaching up while still lying on the bed. The girl instinctively found the hot bulge of her father’s prodigious cock beneath his underwear. Nina’s fingers danced along its form, tracing the wadded mass and playing with the varying firmness of his sweaty organ. The hair of his thighs brushed at her arm as she touched and fondled.

Daddy, in turn, reached under Nina’s little tank top. He caressed his wide palm lightly across her chest, palming the firm plush of her small breast. Her pink nipples stiffened with arousal at his flirting touch. Daddy stopped his fingers over her left nipple, playing with it, plumping it up before giving it a gentle squeeze between his fingers.

“Mm-nngh”, Nina moaned softly, squirming under the sensation and pushing the covers further down past her knees.

Reaching up to find the waistband of her Daddy’s undies, Nina hooked her pastel-colored nails under the elastic and tugged it tentatively downward. At the same time, she unconsciously had moved her other hand down to her own panties and dipped her fingers beneath the thin material. Her loins were hot with desire, and Nina’s instinct was to at least give herself a tiding stroke in want of her true desire.

Daddy motioned to remove Nina’s hand from wandering too close to her teen pussy. He plucked her wrist up gingerly, moving her arm softly but sternly to the side.

“Not yet, Babygirl. Let’s take our time. We have all night.” Daddy cooed to her.

Nina didn’t fight him, but her lips went to a begging pout, and she tugged on his waistband with greater need.

“Lemme nuzzle, Daddy. Please?” Nina moved to sit up in her bed, kicking her covers off and arranging herself so that she sat on the edge of the bed.

Her pale legs were a warm contrast in the dark of the room, lily-white as they hung over the mattress edge. Her toes played at the bunched jeans at Daddy’s ankles.

Daddy paused for a moment, taking the flawless beauty of his daughter in as she looked up hungrily at him from waist height. Her golden hair, her large green eyes, her milky white skin. Even the contour of her body was a perfect balance of nubile proportion and healthy, feminine weight.

“Please?", she repeated, pawing at his groin through the gray briefs.

Daddy obliged. How could he deny her? His princess. His angel. His secret darling. With a slow and teasing motion, Daddy stuck his thumbs under the band of his briefs and lowered them down just enough so that the coarse hair of his groin was plain to see. Only the very root of his trunk was visible in the dark nest. But it was enough to drive Nina wild. The small girl leaned forward quickly; her wait had already been too much. Placing her hands on either side of Daddy’s hips, she nuzzled her face against the man’s crotch. She then proceeded to rub her nose in his hair, his bound cock bouncing against her cheek as Nina shook her head and pressed into his privates. The blonde girl huffed deeply, taking the scent of Daddy’s manhood deep into her little lungs. She moaned again, elated at the smell of his musky groin through the cotton underwear. Closing her eyes, she let herself become lost in his scent.

Minutes came to pass, and Nina moved her hands to further pull down her Daddy’s briefs. He didn't stop her this time. As the elastic was moved down past the swell of his cockhead, the thick trunk sprung up into erection. Daddy had been holding back, focusing on keeping his penis calm. But without the confines of his briefs, her father’s meaty monster rose up like a roused serpent.

And then the small kisses began. Nina moved her mouth from breathing into Daddy’s groin to pressing at the base of his shaft. She then began to peck at her father’s loins with her pouty lips. She started at the center, working in and out between the root of his cock and the crease of his pelvis. Then she worked her ivory face underneath the veiny shaft. Nina giggled a bit as the hairs of Daddy’s scrotum tickled her nose. But she quickly regained her composure and continued on to mirror her kisses on the other side of her father’s groin. Daddy then reached out and placed his hands on either of his sixteen-year-old’s bare shoulders.

“Shirt off.”, he instructed, and Nina obediently raised her arms up to allow her father to lift off her tank top.

In the process, one of the lace ties for her hair bun started to unravel. But Nina didn’t notice, or care. She was now only in her panties, sitting on the bed with her father’s fully erect cock mere inches from her face.

Nina could smell the dollop of pre-cum that had started to emerge from the bulbous head of her father’s organ. The light caught a glint upon the viscous drop, and Nina moved to bring her lips in a slow and sensual suckle of it. Her wet tongue licked the fleshy port. And as she retreated her face from Daddy’s cock head, a gossamer strand of the fluid hung between them for a moment before breaking and falling upon Nina’s chin.

Daddy pressed his daughter backwards onto the bed, guiding her by the shoulders once again.

“Hold on, sweety. Let me get those first.”, he instructed, motioning down to her pudgy hips.

Although he would have loved for her to continue her oral attentions to his hot-and-ready penis, Daddy had other intentions for the moment. Nina was, of course, compliant. She leaned herself back without protest. First to her elbows, then bringing her heels back up on the mattress before lying sideways on the bed. At her father’s words, she knew it was finally time, and she put her knees together while extending her pastel legs upward. Daddy then reached down to her hips and wiggled at her underwear. He let Nina rest her ankles on his shoulder while he attended the removal of Nina’s wet panties. Pulling them down off of her hips, inch by inch in short jerks. She had been diligent in the removal of every single pubic hair, leaving her crotch bare silky. A post-shower application of lotions and oils gave her skin a velvety feel. Daddy deserved his daughter at her best, after all.

As her panties were peeled away from Nina’s tight and freshly shaven pussy, the glassy slick of her juices clung to the cotton gusset. A healthy drip remained clung to her pink petals as Daddy pulled the panties up, passed her ankles and over her feet as he reset her perch. He held her small undergarment for a moment in his hands, admiring the generous slick and thumbing Nina’s lubricant between his fingers. He gave her panties a long sniff, his unfettered cock twitching in excitement and reaching full erection at the sweet smell of her expectant cunt. Nina watched from her prone position as Daddy’s foreskin peeled itself back, his hefty penis becoming fully grown.

With her underwear off, Nina now brought her heels back to the mattress, folding her legs and opening her knees wide. Daddy looked down at her glistening vagina. So fragile. So fine. It was smooth like porcelain and practically dripping with his princess’ arousal. Waiting for him. Wanting him.

Nina was breathing heavily now, and Daddy could see the rise and fall of her bare chest and chubby belly splayed out before him. He took two heavy steps forward, centering himself between her thighs and pulling her warm body down to meet his. The soft round of her plump behind was snug up against Daddy’s big, sweaty sack. He could feel the heat of her tiny cunt against his lemon-sized testicles, and his nine-inch shaft reached all the way up to hover over Nina’s belly. His excitement had increased from the previous dollop of pe-cum into a slow and steady stream of viscid fluid, leaving a small string of masculine slime upon Nina’s abdomen. Some of it even began to pool into the dimple of her navel.

Daddy hated the height of this bed. It was a few inches too short off the floor. When Nina would lie down on it and offer herself up to her father, the two of them didn’t quite line up. However, it did provide Daddy the opportunity to admire just how massive his appendage was when he lay it upon his little girl’s torso like he did now. To remedy this alignment issue, Nina’s father reached out and grabbed one of her many pillows and brought it over next to her hips.

“Lift up.” he urged her.

Nina knew the routine perfectly well and was already hovering her lower half in the air before Daddy had even asked. Sliding the pillow beneath her butt, the firm cushion raised her up to the perfect height. And as Daddy pulled himself back, his cock dragged down Nina’s belly and across her glabrous mound. As his cock head caressed the beginning of her feminine cleft, he left a trail of precum upon the pink pearl that peeked out from her vaginal hood. The weight of his tremendous member dragged small waves of pleasure across Nina’s teenage labia as Daddy reached down to center himself with her gloriously young pussy. He drew circles with his penis on Nina’s taut labia. Once, twice, three times slowly; mixing her fluids with his as he lubricated the swollen dome of his cockhead to a sheen. The little girl moaned and squirmed in response. Her legs shuddered with a spasm of pleasure as the slick friction played in varying degrees of intensity.

Nina then brought her feet from resting on the mattress to press against her father’s hairy chest. She wiggled her toes again, playing against the dense carpet of his body hair as she readied herself for her Daddy’s passion. She wanted this. But no matter how many times the father and daughter had enjoyed their Friday night coupling; Nina was always a bit scared at the start.

“Are you ready, Princess?” Daddy's voice had grown heavy with desire as well.

They had both been waiting all week for this, and he never touched himself anymore. Not since he and Nina had established this regular rendezvous. He saved every drop of himself for her, thinking about their future interlude all week long. Anticipating. Building up. And Nina zealously took every ounce of it with a love and devotion that could only be held by a cherished daughter.

“Ye-yes…”, Nina’s voice cracked with nervousness as she nodded slowly.

She did her best to relax. It was always best not to tense. Daddy had taught her that. The teen girl strummed her fingers on the mattress and gripped at the loose bed sheets in expectation. Nina breathed in and out slowly, trying to calm her nerves. Then she felt her Daddy’s feverish warmth between her legs, as he began to crown himself into her quivering cunt.