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Daddy and Daughter at the School Dance, by Jezebel Rose

Daddy stood at the corner of the door, watching the crowd of people swarm into the dance hall. Most of the group was young, about his daughter’s age.

He kept an eye out for his daughter and the young boy she went with. Glancing down at his phone, he saw it was 9:30 pm. Daddy smiled. The pair would arrive soon in the limo his daughter won from some contest at school.

9:45 and finally, the limo pulled up. His daughter stepped out; her long red dress was conservative, covering her large breasts and long legs, but snug in all the right places. It draped behind her, hiding her firm ass. Despite her petite frame, her tits were perky. With a light pink lipstick, and soft blush, Daddy thought his daughter had finally ripened; she was beautiful.

Daddy put his head down, not wanting to be noticed. He watched them enter the building and turn around the corner into the dance.

His daughter was a beautiful young woman with long hair and a quick smile; she was barely legal. Her eighteenth birthday was a week before the dance, which left Daddy fighting the urge to take her virginity. He knew it was wrong, but he could not help the feelings. They came regardless of his intentions or desires.

Slipping into the building, Daddy turned a corner and looked the way the young couple had gone. They’d gone down a dark hallway that was, now partially, blocked by a gate to keep the teens from sneaking away to do the things that teens do in the dark.

Daddy cocked his head in irritation. Thinking about the boy, who was probably bumping and rubbing against his baby, fumbling with her firm tits and solid ass as he tried to find her cunt under all that fabric made him irate. He, like all fathers, wanted his daughter to remain a virgin. She was so young and not even out of high school.

Moving down the hallway, Daddy looked in each room. The lights were out, but a full moon shone in, so he could see the outlines of the classroom furniture and the students who occupied it. One couple per room, and based on the varying noise levels, the couples were only getting started.

When he reached the Teacher’s Lounge, he paused, remembering Mrs. Swanson and her librarian cat-eye glasses, a memory for another time.

Daddy slowly opened the door as his daughter was getting to her knees in front of the young boy. They didn’t hear the door open.

Her fingers moved up the substantial tent in the boy’s pants until she reached the button and zipper that separated her from the concrete rod in the boy’s pants.

Knowing what his innocent daughter was about to do, Daddy watched and waited, every muscle in his body clinched.

Daddy slid into the room and closed the door behind him. After slipping into shadows against the far wall, he could hear what they were saying.

“Are you sure we should be doing this?”

His daughter sounded uncertain but excited.

“Oh, yeah.”

The boy laughed. The tension in his voice echoed the strain in his pants.

Daddy stared in the boy’s direction. He wanted to punch the punk in his face. Barely able to hold back his anger, Daddy clenched his fists and held his breath. The clenched muscle in Daddy’s pants wasn’t helping him focus.

His daughter continued to release the boy from his pants. Looking up at the boy, she pulled his pants down to his knees. His dick stood at attention and bared to the room as he was going commando.

Reaching up, she grasped his dick. It was too much for both of the males in the room. The boy tensed, trying not to blow this load, Daddy guessed, while Daddy saw red and was ready to rip it off and beat him with it.

If possible, the boy’s dick grew visible harder, which must have been painful.

Daddy bit his lips to hold back laughter, which died as Daddy’s anger took over at the sight of the head of the boy’s dick touched his daughter’s lips. His daughter was about to blow a boy.

Betraying him, Daddy’s cock pulsed in his pants, leaking a glob of precum that would be visible if it wasn’t for the dark room.

His daughter’s tongue was pushing out of her mouth and tentatively touching the tip of the boy’s dick. She pulled back with a look of disgust.

“I don’t wanna do—”

Cutting her short, the boy pulled her to her feet and spun her around, pressing her into the chalkboard.

“There is no going back now. We can’t stop. You promised.”

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