John's step-daughter, Jill, is still a virgin at eighteen, and it's all because no one measures up to Daddy -- she simply refuses to lower her standards for that very special "first time" . . . well, she's finally fed up, and she's going to take action!
Erotic short story of about 4000 words. Adult content intended for readers aged 18 and older.
Contains TWO (tasteful, nude, erotic, full color) BONUS pictures for atmosphere.
Note: This story (without the bonus pictures) is also available, along with two others, in Oh Daddy, You Devil! (A Barry G. Omnibus).
"Whatever it is, it's going to be okay," said John.
"No, Daddy, it's not! I can't find a guy who measures up . . . I probably shouldn't say this to you, but--I'm so horny, Daddy! I'm--I'm still a virgin, and I don't want to be. It's like a crappy movie or something, The Eighteen-Year Old Virgin . . ."
John swallowed uncomfortably, and tried to pull his suddenly swelling crotch away from his step-daughter's body, but she was having none of it. She pulled him closer and harder against her.
"Um, I don't know what to say, honey . . . but you're a beautiful girl, and I think any guy would be, uh, lusting after you, frankly."
"It's not that, Daddy. Lots of guys have tried, but like I said, none of them measure up! I want my first time to be perfect."
"Measure up to what?"
Jill pulled back again, her cheeks soaked with her tears, eyelashes quivering as she peered into his face. "To you, Daddy."
"No, really, Daddy, I haven't met one guy who even comes close to you."
"Now, honey, there are plenty of great guys out there who will treat you right. You just need to practice some patience . . ."
"That's not what I'm talking about, Daddy! Of course, there are plenty of nice guys. What I'm talking about is--I'm talking about their--their cocks!"
Hearing the word "cock" emerge from his own step-daughter's luscious lips seemed to have an enlivening effect on his own cock. Again he tried to pull away . . . and again, his step-daughter only snuggled in closer.
"Well, sweetie, I--I don't know what to say. I mean . . . how do you know they don't, uh, 'measure up'?"
Jill held his gaze with her round, innocent eyes. "Daddy, I have a confession. I--I've seen your cock. Many times."
John gasped. Jill crept in closer and lowered her voice to a throaty whisper.
"I've also touched it."
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Published December 31, 2011
by Barry G. Erotica.
Arts & Photography, Erotica.