Naughty Little Things, Part 2
At 7:30am, Vince was sitting in the kitchen, eating his breakfast of eggs (over easy) and toast and relaxing with the morning paper. He as glad that his office now allowed him to work from home... at least a couple of times a week. The drive was long and there was often a wreck somewhere to make it even worse. He'd set up an office in one of the spare bedrooms upstairs.
"Hi dad," Em said as she led her two friends into the kitchen. They were all still wearing their pajamas, colorful t-shirts with silly sayings on them and loose shorts. What surprised him most was that they were awake this early in the morning.
He looked up at them, showing his shock. "Well good morning. I never expected to see you awake this early in the morning on a summer day. I guess that means you weren't up until all hours of the night for the first time."
"Hi Mr. Conner," both Abi and Taylor said in unison, giggling with not-so-innocent-looking smiles.
"Hi girls," he said, looking back at them suspiciously. "What are you guys up to today?"
While Taylor and Abi leaned back on the counter, just looking at him and grinning, Em walked over to the refrigerator, took out the bottle of juice, and grabbed glasses for all of them.
"Oh... just going to the mall or something. I need some new workout clothes and maybe a new bathing suit," Em said as she poured the glasses and the three drank them.
Vince went back to reading the article in the paper, unaware of the thoughts the girls were having about him. His own thoughts were clouded and confused. He could see the swell of their bra-less breasts... their hard nipples poking into the thin material. He knew that with just the right bend of their bodies, the thin, loose material in their shorts would reveal the wonderful, soft, pink treasure hidden beneath. Their lithe, young bodies leaning against the counter were practically on display for him. He felt his cock jolt just thinking about them. Oh what he wouldn't give to be young again... to be able to give into these urges!
"I love trying on new clothes," Taylor said, licking her lips and grinning. "Especially with my girlfriends."
Taylor was his favorite out of all of Em's friends that he'd met. She carried herself like she knew that she was hot as hell. She also carried herself like she'd fuck any man that asked. And that combination was extremely intoxicating. In his mind he imagined bending her over the counter, tasting her sweet nectar, and then fucking that fine, tight pussy until she screamed his name.
He relaxed his breathing and went back to the article again, rereading the same paragraph he'd been staring at since the girls walked into the kitchen.
Em leaned back against the counter, seeing her dad in a new light after their adventure last night. He really was handsome, with his strong jawline... full, dark, wavy hair... the shadow of his beard... his strong arms. She remembered when she saw him in the shower months ago, his hands moving over his firm, naked body. Those same hands taking time to stroke his cock to hardness... and then to orgasm as he grunted through his release. God... he was so hot!
She could see herself on the floor in front of his chair, holding his cock, sliding her hands up and down it while kissing it. She could see herself climbing up into his lap, naked, kissing him as his strong arms wrapped around her. She could see him taking her, sliding into her as she ground against him until she came.
She knew her face was flushed and knew the other girls probably saw it, too.
"We're going to go get cleaned up," she said, ushering the girls out the door. She could tell they were a little flushed as well, probably for the same reasons.
"Ok," Vince said. "I'm going to work at home today so don't be too noisy. Alright?"
"Ok, dad. We'll keep quiet," Em said.
All three giggled as they went up the stairs, heading towards Em's bedroom. Taylor was in the rear and smacked their asses playfully as they ascended the stairs. They closed the door behind them as the entered Em's bedroom and sat on her bed.
"Ok, daaaaad," Taylor mocked her. "He's not dad. He's daddy."
"Yeah... dad... daddy..." Em said as if it wasn't a big deal.
"It's everything. He's hot... so you call him daddy." Taylor opened the box again and retrieved the dildo. "This is his dick, huh?" she asked, smiling at Em. "Have you ever sucked it before? You know... to practice."
"No... I never really thought about it," Em admitted.
"Abi?" Taylor asked.
"No... never," she said, embarrassed and shocked to even be asked.
"Well that is one thing you have to learn before you go to college," Taylor said. "Guys in college expect you to have experience. I can teach you."
"Where did you get all this experience?" Em asked.
Taylor smiled. "Well... I never mentioned it, but my stepmom taught my brother and me. She said she wanted to make sure we knew what we were doing before college."
"Your stepmom?" Em asked. She didn't really know much about the woman. She'd only been married to Taylor's dad for a year.
"She's a bit... progressive... you might say," Taylor smiled.
"Your brother?" Abi asked.