Jerry Conners - The naughtiest virgin

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.

"I hadn't realized you'd grown into a woman, a very beautiful one at that."

I had watched him swallow hard when he'd first started talking, and a couple of times after. Getting up, I walked over to him. He sat down and I sat down on his lap and slid my arms around him, cradling my head on his chest and shoulder.

"Daddy, I'll always be your little girl."

"Yes, and I love you very dearly. Have you ever had… well, you know."

I knew what he was trying to ask but I was enjoying his squirming. I could feel his tool beneath me stir, its warmth coming through his pants. Tingling sensations were flowing from his cock to my cunt. I kept wiggling to disturb him.

"You know what I'm trying to ask."

I couldn't help myself. I knew my rear was tantalizing him, but I was thoroughly enjoying this game and it was exciting me even more to tease him into sexual arousal. The forbidden fruit was deliciously tempting and I wanted him regardless of right or wrong.

"Yes, I know what you're trying to ask. You're asking if I let boys have sex with me; I can only answer that shamelessly. Yes, but only recently, and only after three of them made me let them."

"You were raped? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it was over with by the time I could have told you. Yes, I got raped. Daddy, don't get upset. It hurt at first, then it felt good, and then I liked it. Actually, I feel it helped me grow up a little, but I would rather it had been with someone I loved and cared about. That would have been easier with me; that way, they would teach me all the things in sex that make it better."

"I don't know what to say. My poor baby."

I snuggled closer, playing the poor baby game as I tightened the muscles in my ass around his tool. It was semi-hard and lying in my crack.

"Have you done it any since then?"

"Once, and it felt heavenly to me. I was crazy with need. Daddy, can I slip my clothes off?"

"Yes."

"Then help me get my top off. Oh, if I'm going to, why don't you join me? I'm serious."

"I just might do it."

I held my arms up as he pulled my nightgown off. I took off my shorty bottoms. They hung on one foot and I kicked them into the air.

"Wow, I'm a liberated gal!"

"You are around the house, at least!"

"Dad…"

"What?"

"You're not playing fair. Let's make this a family thing. Take off your clothes! Please, for me?" I said this in my best pleading voice, in a little girl way, as I began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Baby, one of us needs to keep some clothes on in case someone comes in."

"You're just trying to be a prude."

"Yes, I guess I am, for all my liberal open-mindedness. Well, I got myself into this, so guess I'll take the plunge and join you in being a nudist. First though, I'm going to drink a couple for courage."

Drinking is something very rare for him. Two drinks hit like ten. As he once said, he just can't handle it. I let him get up and go fix his drinks, noticing his eyes held the same glazed look of others I'd seen sexually aroused. I got up and walked to the mirror. My own eyes were glazed with sexual lust and need.

He stood there and downed it. His hand was trembling and his breath irregular. Mine was too, and it was hard to keep my hands from trembling. It wasn't from fear – it was from a burning need that was slowly consuming me and getting harder to control by the minute.

He gulped the last of his drink down and came back to his chair. I was hoping he'd had enough whisky that it would make him totally uninhibited. I also felt like a devilish vixen, leading him on, urging him toward fucking me.

"Sheila, you know you're a mighty beautiful young woman. I'm not sure this is right."

"Daddy, what is right, or wrong for that matter? I've heard all the things people and society say is wrong, yet in some form, sometimes just wishful thinking, they have done all these things. I don't know of a girl in my class at school that hasn't masturbated at least once in her life, and I'll bet if you admit it, you have and all the boys have. I don't think we humans differ that much from each other."

He laughed out loud, relaxing as he did so.

"I think you're right, sweetheart. Five or six boys I ran around with, held a circle jerk to see who had the biggest organ and could ejaculate the farthest. I'm sure you know what I mean."

"Daddy, you can go ahead and relax. I've heard all the nasty, dirty words at school for a man's peter and his cum, a girl's pussy, twat, ass and tits, fucking, screwing, sucking and plain old getting it on. So tell it like it happened."

Another chuckle came from him. I had his shirt out and open.

"Well, on with the story. Anyway, I felt silly as hell. All their dicks looked so much bigger than mine. Still, when I shot my load, I came in first. It landed a good inch ahead of them. You're right, we're all played with ourselves. I have the feeling you're right as well about the rights and wrongs of things."

I had his belt and the first button of his pants undone. I quit for a minute and wiggled down on his lap, snuggling my head against his hairy chest. I began playing with the hair on it, running my fingers and nails over it. He was thoroughly enjoying my attentions, I was enjoying the feel of his cock against my bare ass. It was still in his pants, but it was hard and I could feel it pulsing against my bare bottom. His hands were caressing my shoulders sensuously. It felt delightful.