Nighttime Ritual

Nighttime Ritual

An Erotic Story by H.G. Collins

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mg, rape, fondle, bath, voy

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Graham had been a single father since Jessie was barely two years old. Not long after Jessie was born, her mother had become quite depressed and filled the void with the old past time she had abused in her early twenties. It was that very same habit that Graham has helped her kick all those years before. When he found out she was using again, he was devastated and at first, tried once again to help her. But the first time he had helped her kick her drug addiction, he didn’t have a daughter to protect.

As Jessie’s mother grew more erratic and even began hiding drugs in Jessie’s diapers; He knew it was time to take his daughter and go. Without any close family to turn to, he left his job and traveled upstate. He got in touch with an old friend who helped him get settled. The move turned out to be a good one and would allow Jessie to grow up in a safe community, away from her degenerate mother.

He soon filed for divorce and after she was arrested for heroine possession, Graham was awarded full custody of Jessie. She grew up a happy and normal child. As she got older however, Graham was faced with a problem of his own.

It started one night in the bathtub. When Jessie was just five years old, he was helping her wash her body and suddenly found himself completely aroused. The next thing he knew, he was enjoying the sensation of soaping up her young body much more than he expected. He watched in awe as he giggled and played in the bath, her nakedness on full display for him.

Graham was disturbed by his sudden realization but there was no escape from it. Even if he had gotten her started bathing herself, she would still be around him; running through the halls afterwards in a towel or in panties around bedtime. That said, the truth was that he looked forward to bathing her and touching her young body.

For a long while, things remained very innocent. He was simply a father caring for his daughter. The only real difference was that he would spend a little extra time soaping her up and would enjoy cuddling her afterwards as he dried her off.

What wasn’t so innocent was what started happening frequently after he put her to bed. He would retire to his room and jerk off as he fantasized about his daughter’s naked body. Feelings of guilt would overwhelm him when he blew his load into a towel or an old shirt, wishing that he was doing it on Jessie’s young face.

Eventually, Graham started to get bolder. When Jessie was six years old, he went to her bedroom late one night. She was sleeping with her favorite stuffed octopus, wearing one of his old t-shirts which was the length of a dress on her. In the heat of the summer, she had kicked off her covers. The night shirt had ridden up, offering him a view of her panties in the dim light.

Without stopping to think, he stripped off his pajamas and began to touch himself. That night, he took in her sight as he jerked off. He kneeled by the bed and stared at her, ejaculating onto the carpet next to her bed.

From that night on, his new nightly ritual was to sneak into her room and jerk off to her while she slept. He graduated from using old items of his to stealing her dirty panties out of the laundry, too. The cum stains usually washed out—but sometimes they didn’t. When she noticed a large stain one morning on a pair of panties she had just put on, she came to his room pointed it out. He admired the girl seeing her wearing next to nothing and simply said it looked like it was time for some new panties.

As time wore on, he began taking full advantage of just how soundly children can sleep and took to lifting up her night shirt and staring at her chest as he jerked off. Sometimes, he would even touch her chest or gently pull down her panties to see her pussy as he came into the dirty pair over his cock.

His nightly advances continued to grow more and more daring. Graham even began planting soft kisses of his daughter’s nipples, touching her wherever he liked. Still, he was always careful not to wake the girl up.

One night when Jessie was seven years old, however—things went further. He came to her room and settled himself in as usual. Finding a pair of dirty panties in the laundry, he walked quietly over to the bed, eager to get started. He set the pair of dirty panties down and began to pull up her nightshirt, admiring her flat chest as he did. He leaned over to kiss her nipples and gently felt her up and down her torso.

Going further, his hands traveled to the panties she was wearing, blue with little pink flowers. He carefully pulled them down and felt up and down her pussy. She was a sound sleeper and only occasionally stirred when he did this. Whenever she did, he would simply pull away and continue a few minutes later. This night however, when Graham felt Jessie stir and begin to wake up, he didn’t pull away.

“Daddy?” Jessie said groggily, only just barely registering what her father was doing to her.

“Sorry I woke you up, sweetheart,” Graham answered quickly. He was a bit surprised, but he knew he hadn’t stopped in time. At that point, he could have let her fall back to sleep, she was barely awake probably wouldn’t have remembered a thing the next morning. Right after asking the question, her eyes were closed again and he could have easily left her alone for a bit. But he didn’t want to stop.

He had been having sexual fantasies about Jessie for over two years and wanted to take things further. He had imagined her sucking his cock or laying there as he rubbed it over her nipples many times. But alas, It was time to do something.

Feeling his urges grow, he proceeded climb onto her bed and hovered over his little girl. She mumbled and woke up further.

“What are you doing?” After she said it, she realized that her father was completely naked and that her clothes had been messed with. She tried to pull her nightshirt down, but he stopped her.

“Don’t worry, Sweetie. I just wanted to come play with you.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. This made her feel special. She did think it was strange that he began to pull her nightshirt completely off, though.

“That tickles,” she said groggily as she felt his cock rubbing up and down, working its way in between her legs. Then he pulled her panties the rest of the way off and opened her legs, allowing his cock easy access to rub up and down her slit.

“It feels so good,” her father moaned. “Ah, you’re so pretty. He brushed hair out of her face.”

She made a faint noise and slightly repositioned herself, using her hips since her father had spread her legs apart.

“I love you so much,” Graham moaned. “You know that, right?”

Jessie nodded as her father reached down to position his cock. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Despite the unusual feeling of being naked with her father, the extra attention made her feel special. Without warning, he began to press his cock against her pussy.

“Ow, daddy. That hurts,” she began to complain as her body tensed. She was certain that he would stop when she said it, but he continued pushing his cock forward. He looked down to see the tip had disappeared into her body. All those gymnastics lessons Graham had paid for were well worth the investment. Jessie’s legs were quite flexible and accommodating when he spread her legs open further.

“Ah, daddy. You’re hurting me,” her voice became more and more distressed. “Ow. Stop. Uhg. Stop it!” Her pleas suddenly turned to cries and gentle sobs as she felt his cock inching deeper and deeper into her pussy. She writhed and wriggled, trying in vain to get away as she pushed back against him to no avail.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” Graham comforted his daughter. “You’ll like this. Just relax!”

“Take it out!” The girl whined as tears started to flow.

“Shhhh, it’s okay baby, Daddy’s here.” Greg kissed his crying daughter on the lips. “Daddy loves you so much. I promise you’ll like it if you just take it easy. Don’t cry, sweetie” He had stopped moving for a moment to give her a break, kissing a tear from her cheek and caressing her face.

Once she had begun to calm down slightly, he continued. He looked down at her and pressed his cock in as far as he could. Watching the distress steadily grow on her face only made him want her more. She let out another whine and gasped when she felt her father’s cock force it’s way in as far as it would go.

“I don’t wanna do this,” tears were now freely flowing as she sobbed. Her body was tense and she was scared to even move as he hovered over her with his cock buried in her pussy.

“Shh… You’re so beautiful Jessie. Don’t cry, baby.” He stopped again and delighted at the feeling of his daughter’s tight snatch wrapped around his cock. She continued to cry.

“You’re my sweet princess,” he said, leaning in to kisser again before starting to move in and out of her.

“Ow, stawwp,” she cried. But he didn’t. She gasped and tensed her body even more under the forcefulness of his thrusts.

“It’s okay, sweetie. I’m only hurting you because I love you,” he moaned. “Just relax.” He leaned in to kiss her again as she cried.

“Stawwwp, wuh, wahhh…” Her sobs grew louder as her father’s cock continued invading her body.

“I love you baby. Uh, so much.” She continued crying and he kissed her several more times, both on her lips, cheeks, and forehead. He allowed a hand to caress her cheek.

“Shhh…. It’s okay, sweetie,” his words were little comfort.

After several minutes more of unrelenting thrusts into her young body, kisses all over her face, and sweet words whispered in her ear, Jessie’s seven year old body began to fill up with cum. Graham moaned over the sound of her sobs as his cock pulsed and shot off inside of her.

“That was so incredible, Jessie,” Graham complemented when he had finished. “You did such a great job. We’re all done now.” She continued to cry as she felt his cock sliding out of her.

“Don’t cry, princess,” Graham kissed her tear laden cheek and began to cuddle his daughter. He nestled into her bed and pulled the child into his naked body. She continued to cry, burying her head into his chest.

“Shhh.. Daddy’s here,” he began to caress her body, comforting her as cum leaked from her pussy. “You’re okay, princess. . .what do you say tomorrow we go get that doll set you’ve been wanting, does that sound good?”

“Okay,” Jessie replied quietly, wiping a tear from her eye. She was too tired to sound excited.

Now that it was over, her tears soon stopped and she drifted to sleep in her father’s arms. Graham lay awake for a while, still holding his naked daughter and enjoying the feeling of her chest rising and falling against him. He grabbed the covers, pulling them over the two of them. Before long, he too began to drift into sleep, realizing that his nightly ritual had just gotten a lot more complicated.

~ The End ~

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