The naughtiest virgin(15)

"I'm not, if Sheila is game to let him catch us in our nighties."

"Hey, I don't care. He sees me in mine every night and morning. He may be my father, but he's still a man. You may find yourself in a position of giving him some pussy."

"I wouldn't mind that. What about you, Barb?"

"I never thought about it, but he is good looking, and he's experienced. No, I wouldn't mind at all if it came right down to it."

Without realizing it, Barb had given me an idea. Still, I wanted it to happen just right, and not with Norma around. Not that I minded the idea of letting my father screw her, I just wanted it to happen right. I knew my father hadn't been going out with any women since Mom had died, so I knew he'd probably enjoy some pussy, and all the better if he got a little young tail like my girl friends'.

We were watching the late movie as his car pulled into the drive. I held my breath as both girls sprawled in positions designed to give him an eyeful of their assets. It amused me, but I still held my breath to see what his reactions were going to be.

He didn't bat an eye as he came into the living room. I bounced up and gave him a welcome-home kiss, and, giving my rump a playful pat, he said, "Hi, girls! How's the world treating you?"

"Great!"

Both girls twisted around so he could see their boobs. Norma gave him a real beaver shot as she opened her legs to get up. If it disturbed or bothered him, he didn't betray himself as he chatted with them, sitting down in his favorite chair.

"I'm Norma Strong, Mr. Henderson. This is the first chance I've had to meet you, although Sheila and I have been going to school together several years now."

"My first name is Gerald. Norma and my friends call me Jerry. Any friend of Sheila's is a friend of mine." He offered his hand to her and they shook.

A blush crossed her face, and a twinkling smile lit his lips and eyes.

"My, Sheila has beautiful friends, and you are a lovely young lady. Ten years younger and I'd be tempted to flirt with you."

"I'm the same age you were once." I was amused at the play of words between them, her coy actions and batting eyes. She was turning all her charm on for him full blast and, without a doubt, he was enjoying it to the fullest. There was an undercurrent of something more than words between them. I could see it in the way they were looking at each other.

It was something in their eyes, then the magnetic link was broken as Barb moved over and sat down on the arm of his chair.

"Jerry is like a second father to me."

"Yes, Barb is over here as much as she is home. There's not much I wouldn't do for her as she is like a daughter to me. I've watched her and Sheila grow up together."

"Well, I'd settle for being your third daughter, or anything else you'd like me to be. All you have to do is ask."

"I'll do that. I'll just do that if I find anything I need. Well, I guess I'll go up to bed and leave you girls to your party."

"Daddy, you can stay and watch TV with us for a while."

The other two girls spoke an affirmative, "Yes, why don't you?"

"Since you insist, I don't mind if I do. Sheila, why don't you put some coffee on? Even if we don't drink it now, it'll still be good in the morning."

I left to do as he'd asked. When I returned, the two girls were stretched out on the floor, in front of him, displaying their round asses for his viewing pleasure, legs slightly apart so he could see their pussies. His eyes were on Norma's dark outline. He was so deep in thought he didn't even notice I'd returned and stretched out on the sofa. I was absorbed in watching him. I thought I detected a slight stirring in his pants, but I couldn't see for sure. The fresh coffee smell was drifting in and smelled good. Finally my dad got up, heading for the kitchen. I waited, a few minutes and followed.

"Dad, are you tired?"

I could feel his eyes on me, and a warm feeling began spreading through me, causing a flush to go over me. A little tingling chill ran up my spine and my pussy gushed wet.

I couldn't believe the thoughts in my mind. I wanted him in a way a daughter isn't supposed to want her father. I wanted him to fuck me, suck me or anything else he wanted, and I wanted to suck his cock until his sperm filled my mouth and I could swallow and drink every drop of it. These thoughts ran against everything I'd ever heard and been taught – still the hunger was burning through my senses. No matter how I fought and struggled, my mind was pinned to it.

"Sheila."

"Yes, Daddy." I looked at him. His eyes had a funny, glazed look to them, his breathing was deeper than usual, too. With his lips pursed in deep thought, he looked at me, sort of dazed. My own breathing was difficult as I fought to control it so that it wouldn't betray me. I wished I didn't have the thin nightgown on. It was betraying my hardened nipples, which were pushing against the thin fabric. Suddenly, I decided I didn't care what happened, as long as it happened. He is my father; who better to have sex with? He would not hurt me.