Daddy's Drunken Daughter {John Jabbin} {Mf inc NC}
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Daddy's Drunken Daughter
by John Jabbin

I heard a noise in the middle of the night. I woke up 
and not my wife because I'm the lighter sleeper. Laura 
could sleep through anything. But once I'm awake, I 
hear noises all through the house and can't get back to 
sleep until I know everything is all right.

It was probably just Alyssa, our seventeen-year-old 
daughter. She was suppose to be home hours ago, but if 
she had arrived on time, she hadn't woken me up. That 
meant she probably had come home very late.

We were trying to give her more responsibility. She was 
almost eighteen. This was her last year in high school 
and soon she'd be going off to college. I stumbled out 
of bed and threw on my robe to go see what she was up 
to at this hour of the night.

I found the front door partially open. Damn it, Alyssa, 
I thought to myself, how are you ever going to make it 
on your own if you can't even close the door behind 

I followed a trail of strewn sweaters and sneakers, 
picking each up in turn until I got to Alyssa's room. 
The light was on, but no Alyssa. That's when I noticed 
the light on in her bathroom and the door half open.

"Alyssa, are you home, baby?" I called out softly at 
the door. No answer.

"Alyssa, are you in there, baby?" Still no answer. 

I nudged open the door. My, what a sight greeted my 

My daughter Alyssa was sprawled on the floor, dressed 
only in her panties and a short, tight halter top. It 
looked as though she had been hugging the commode and 
had keeled over on her side in a drunken stupor. Her 
hair was disheveled; her make-up was a mess. She was 
totally fucked up!

"Ah dammit, Alyssa, is this what you call being 
responsible? Geez, at least flush the damn toilet when 
you throw up."

I wet a washcloth with cold water and flushed the 
toilet before bending down on the floor beside her. I 
wiped her face, trying to get at least the bulk of the 
mess off. I guess I was lucky that she hadn't thrown up 
all over the floor. The front of her shirt was soaked, 
but other than that, I think she made it to the toilet 
in time to puke her guts out. She literally reeked of 
alcohol, too.

I don't think she even could tell I was washing her 
face off. There was literally no response at all to my 

I had a couple of options. I could wake up Laura, but 
then we'd be up all night with her bitching about -MY- 
irresponsible daughter. Or I could try to clean her up 
and put her to bed myself.

I didn't really see that I had a choice.

After wiping up her face, I tried to determine a course 
of action. The halter would have to go. It was sticky 
with vomit and it smelled like liquor too, a nasty 

Even so, I was hesitant. I hadn't seen Alyssa's breasts 
since she was fourteen, and even then only briefly. She 
had been showering in our bathroom on a Saturday 
afternoon for some reason and I had walked in on her 
unexpected. Still, she hadn't seen me and I had 
lingered, looking at her slender body as she washed. I 
still remember the way her breasts and ass had looked 
that day with the water cascading off of her as she 
twirled under the spray. 

I shook my head. Where had that thought come from? I 
hadn't thought about that for years. 

Well, that wasn't entirely true. I had tried not to 
think about it for years. Sometimes I had not been so 

Alyssa was certainly a mess. Maybe she needed a shower 
to clean up. It would only be the right thing to do, 
wouldn't it? Isn't that what they do with drunks in the 
movies to sober them up? They put them under a cold 

But not with that shirt on. Maybe it would shrink or 
something. Maybe I should really remove her halter just 
to make sure it didn't shrink. It was such a mess, 

I propped Alyssa up between me and the bathtub and, 
taking the hem of the halter in both hands, began to 
slowly strip it off her.

My breath caught in my throat. They were gorgeous! 
Alyssa's tits were gorgeous! My daughter was a honey 
blonde with skin that tanned easily, but it was winter 
and her stomach and chest were fair under her blouse. 
She had a slender belly and two lush mounds of tit 
flesh that wobbled as the blouse came off over her 
head. Each breast was capped with a soft brown nipple 
that made my teeth sweat.

Oh man, I had to think about something else! I ran the 
washcloth under the water again, only this time I ran 
warm, soothing water. That blouse had been such a mess. 
Her neck and her chest would have to be wiped off. 
Somebody had to do it.

I laid her back gently onto the bathmat and knelt over 
my daughter, gently wiping her lovely, thin neck. Each 
stroke of the cloth went lower and lower. I tried not 
to look at her, tried not to stare at the wonderfully 
tender flesh of my only child. Tried not to see the 
firm breasts as my hands passed over them, separated 
only by the rough washcloth. It was rough, wasn't it? 
Far too rough.

Forgive me, baby, my thoughts echoed. Daddy didn't mean 
to use such a rough cloth.

I knelt uncontrollably and took a soft nipple into my 
mouth, tonguing her tender flesh compulsively. 

"Oh Alyssa, " I murmured into each soft tit in turn. 
"Oh baby. So beautiful."

I kissed the smooth undersides of each breast, sucking 
the warm flesh into my mouth, caressing it with my 
tongue. I watched her face for any reaction whatsoever, 
but there was not so much as a flutter of an eyelid. I 
raised her arms over her head and rubbed my face into 
her armpit, rubbing her scent and smell all over my 
face and in my hair. She was intoxicating. In a very 
short time, I was almost as drunk as she was.

My mouth wandered aimlessly down her belly, my tongue 
dipped into her navel. I sucked the supple flesh of her 
abdomen. Then I wandered even farther down. Without 
daring to think about the consequences, not wanting to 
consider stopping, I went even farther down. 

I lay my head on my daughter's mound, panting. What was 
I doing? What would I do if I got caught? If Alyssa 
woke up? If Laura walked into the room? This was the 
most insane thing I had ever done in my life.

I breathed deeply, taking in my daughter's musky aroma. 
She filled my lungs. The smell of her stirred me up 
like some great beast. Some primordial, animalistic 
portion of my mind seemed to take control, to grip me 
and hold me tight in its grasp. 

Alyssa was so ripe, so fertile. She was a field ready 
for planting. She was the mowed grass of fall ready for 
bailing and harvest. She was the lush, abundant 
overgrowth that needed to be cleared and plowed under. 
My hands were quivering with the need to touch her. My 
mouth was open and panting with the need to taste her.

Damning the consequences, I pulled off my daughter's 
panties and buried my face into the warm musk of her 
crotch. The soft honey of her pubic hair tickled my 
lips and nose. My tongue dipped and tasted, savored and 
sampled her tenderest flesh -- the rich, loamy flesh of 
my daughter's cunt.

I lay on my belly and went as low as I could go, 
nuzzling the deepest spot of her cleft with my nose, 
snaking my tongue out to taste her puckered anus. But 
it was the sweet, gentle flower of her vagina that I 
suckled and kissed the longest. 

I brought each lip into my mouth and savored it. I ran 
my tongue as deep as I could. As my nose bumped against 
her clitoris, Alyssa moaned and her legs raised up in a 
vee. It should have made me stop. Instead, it gave me 
better access to her and I was mad with lust. Sliding 
my tongue deep inside her, I slurped the flavor of the 
sweetest cunt a father can taste, the cunt of his own 

My erection throbbed against the cold tile of the 
floor. I realized I had been humping uncontrollably, my 
hips rising and falling to the depth of my tongue in 
her cunt. With that realization came a deep hunger and 
a craving. I had to have her. I had tasted Alyssa with 
my hands and my tongue. Now I had to taste her with my 

The thought was the catalyst to the deed. Such an 
insane, unspeakable thought. It was the craziest idea 
yet. Surely she would come awake if I fucked her. There 
was no way I could get away with it, was there? Was 
there any chance at all? Did I even care if I got 
caught anymore?

As if to answer my own question, I found myself 
spreading her legs wider. I crawled between them and 
spit into my hand, slathering my saliva on my hard, 
throbbing cock.

Before my rational mind could talk the rest of me out 
of it, I thrust in. I sank my shaft into the depth of 
her, taking her tight hole completely in one shove. I 
screwed down, driving my cock into my daughter like a 
spike. She grunted and tossed her head to the side. I 
watched, gripped with fear, expecting to see her eyes 
glare at me, to catch me with my dick deep in her 
forbidden vagina.

Instead, her head lulled to one side and a thin thread 
of saliva fell from her open mouth onto the tile floor.

Taking that as some sick omen, I began to thrust into 
Alyssa. I slid into her slick warmth easily. She 
couldn't be a virgin, I thought. This was a cunt that 
felt like it had been fucked hundreds of times. It 
molded itself to me lovingly. The folds of her vagina 
gripped me. Her unconscious hips seemed to move easily, 
rocking back and forth on the plump cheeks of her ass. 

I wondered how many times she had been fucked just like 
this. Maybe thousands. Her body seemed to know just how 
to respond. Even when unconscious! How often would a 
girl have to be fucked before her body responded like 
this? How many times just tonight, I wondered. How 
often? With whom? Who was this little whore fucking?

Suddenly I was filled with rage and each bit of rage 
transferred from my hips directly into hers. I fucked 
Alyssa with long, fierce strokes, pounding her cunt 
into the tile. I wanted her awake now. I wanted her to 
come into awareness so I could confront her with her 
promiscuity. My dick knew. My body could tell she was a 

Damn, I fucked her hard. I fucked her so hard I was 
practically in pain myself. Still her slutty head just 
seemed to wobble limply as I hammered her. I couldn't 
get any reaction at all from her body. She was so used 
to fucking, that even this hard pounding wasn't enough 
for her.

But I knew what would get a reaction. Suddenly, I knew 
just what to do to a nasty whore like Alyssa.

I pulled out and picked her limp body up and laid her 
over the closed seat of the commode. She had been 
hugging the toilet before. Now she would again.

Throwing off my robe altogether, I scooped handfuls of 
warm water and doused my sticky crotch and hard cock. 
Then I pumped a whole handful of liquid soup into my 
palm and slathered it onto my hard shaft. I pumped my 
stiff rod, pumped it until it was hard and slick.

Coming up behind my kneeling daughter, I spread the 
cheeks of her ass with firm hands and seated the head 
of my penis into her asshole. With a deep, guttural 
moan, I shoved my cock into this whore's ass, stabbing 
her with it in one hard thrust.

Now the bitch groaned! Oh, yea! And she groaned again 
when I pulled back and shoved it in deep again. But she 
was such a whore that after four or five hard thrusts 
she grew quiet once more. But by then it didn't matter.

Suddenly nothing mattered but fucking Alyssa's ass. My 
hard cock thrust over and over, my balls bitch-slapped 
her, punishing her for her infidelity. Faster and 
faster I rammed her, the slick soap helping me to slide 
deeper and deeper. It felt like the head of my cock 
should be coming out her mouth. Her ass was so tight 
... so tight ... so hot ... so tight ...

Each shove brought me closer. Each thrust took me 
higher. Each fuck carried me deeper. And the final, 
last jab took me to paradise!

I squirted strand after hot strand of thick, sticky cum 
into Alyssa's ass. I gripped her hips and fired volley 
after volley into her. Deeper and deeper I kept sliding 
and cuming, grinding and cuming and cuming and cuming!

I knelt, panting. Gradually I pulled my tender penis 
out of Alyssa. It plopped out, dribbling cum and soap 
over both of us. I grabbed a nearby towel and mopped up 
our mess, soaking up the funk and the goo as it flowed 
out of her gapping anus. I cleaned us both up as much 
as I could. She was still a mess. There was only so 
much that could be done about that.

I did what I could to clean us both up, using the 
washcloth and a little more soap to clear away the 
damage. Then I left Alyssa lying naked, hugging the 

It was Saturday morning and Laura had gone from the 
house to catch the sales at some store or another. I 
was drinking coffee and reading my paper when Alyssa 
rolled out of bed. Already the night seemed like a 
strange memory to me. 

"You came home late last night," I said in a gentle, 
fatherly tone.

"Too late," Alyssa muttered. "I'll never do that again, 
Dad. I hurt all over."

"I thought I heard you ... shall we say, 'Puking your 
guts out,' ... last night after you got home. What was 
that about?"

"I just had a terrible night, Daddy. I don't even 
remember most of it after a couple of girlfriends and I 
started drinking. I'm sorry, I know I'm too young to do 
that. I was just sad because I broke up with a 
boyfriend last night."

"Come sit in my lap and tell me about it. That's good, 
baby. Now what happened?"

Alyssa laid her head on my shoulder and looked at me 
with sad, little girl eyes.

"He just wasn't nice to me like you are, Daddy. He 
always wanted to do things I didn't feel comfortable 
doing, if you know what I mean."

"It's okay, baby-girl. Just let Daddy hold you and 
forget about all those mean boys out there. Daddy will 
take care of you."

I breathed deeply, filling my lungs with my daughter's