She held herself in check till after dinner, though it wasn't easy. Her little body burned with lusty curiosity, and she couldn't help imagining another encounter with Dad. Last night he'd only played with her pussy. That had been a lot of fun, but what she really wanted was to go all the way with her handsome father.
She just had to know what fucking was like…
After the dishes were washed, Bill took refuge in his favorite chair and pretended to read a book. Tina came and sat on the arm of the chair and slipped her arm around his shoulders. She nuzzled her cheek against his.
"What are you reading, Dad?" she said. "Can I read with you?"
"You wouldn't be much interested in this," said Bill. "It's about car repair. I thought I might get a job as a mechanic-but I have to study for it, and that means concentration. I can't concentrate with you hanging on me, Tina. And you have homework. You said you needed to improve your Spanish grade. So you run along."
Tina went away pouting. Dad had certainly made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with her. What was he afraid of? She knew he'd enjoyed their little romp last night. She'd never seen him so powerfully excited before. Why was he refusing to have more fun?
Tina just couldn't understand adults. They had all these weird hang-ups, especially about sex. To Tina, it was very simple: If it was fun, do it. All she could conclude was that Dad was afraid of Mom finding out, but that was silly. Lynn would be gone all evening, and Tina was no fink.
She went into her room, picked up her Spanish book, and tried to study, but it was no use. There was a nagging ache in her virgin cunt that was driving her wild. She remembered the beautiful sensations Dad had given her when he played with her pussy. She just had to have more of that…
Then she got an idea. With an impish grin, Tina stripped off all her clothes, then put on a loose bathrobe of blue terrycloth that tied in front. She arranged her books at her little desk. Then she went to the door of her room.
"Dad," she called, "will you please come and help me? I just can't figure out this dumb Spanish."
She knew Bill was eager to help improve her grades. He thought she wasn't doing well enough at school. She grinned as she heard him get up from his chair, and she hurried back to her desk.
"Okay, what's the problem, honey?" said Bill, coming to stand beside her.
"It's this translation," said Tina. "I can't figure it out."
"Well, let's work it out," said Bill, leaning over her to point to the lesson. "What's this word?"
"Hmmm," said Tina. "I ought to remember that one."
She pretended to be thinking, but she was only grooving on the warmth and nearness of his exciting adult male body. As he leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back.
"You can't be very comfortable like that, Dad," she said. "Let's sit on the bed."
Before Bill could reply, Tina snatched up her book and plumped down on the bed, patting the place beside her. Bill blushed a little as he sat down. Tina cuddled close to him, so their thighs rubbed. She leaned over the book so that the neck of her robe bulged open, and she knew he could see her naked tits if he looked.
He was looking, all right. Somehow he couldn't help it. His eyes should have been on the book, but he caught himself looking down the front of his daughter's robe. Her tits stood straight out from her chest, saucy and pointy. Her nipples were a tender virgin pink. Bill felt a breathless wave of lust.
He wanted so badly to touch her again. He couldn't forget her exquisite body writhing under him when he stimulated her virgin clit. He knew she'd enjoy it again. He would enjoy it, no doubt about that.
Christ, how many times did he have to remind himself'? Tina was his daughter!
Bill jerked his eyes off her cute pink-nippled tits and forced himself to look at the Spanish lesson.
"Okay," he said hoarsely, "what's that word, Tina?"
She couldn't stall any longer. "That means 'boy'," she said.
"And this word?" said Bill, pointing.
"Ummmmm," said Tina, "I have to think."
Bill sighed. He didn't know how much longer he could stand it, sitting pressed against her delicious body, trying not to ogle her pointed tits. If only Lynn were taking care of him in bed… Then he wouldn't have this insane and wicked lech for his own daughter.
"Go on, honey," he said, "translate that word. It's an easy one. I can even remember it from my high-school Spanish."
Tina fidgeted. "I know, Dad," she sighed. "I really should recognize it. But- Oh, dammit, it's so hot in here. I can't concentrate." She set the book aside and suddenly wriggled out of her robe.
Bill gawked. He couldn't seem to help it. She looked so damned cute and enticing, her milky-white tits bouncing, and the brown hairs over her plump cunt-mound… She got comfortable, tucking one leg up under her, so that her dainty pink slit showed.
Bill swallowed hard. "Come on, Tina," he said, "let's get on with it. What's that word?"
"Oh, I get it now," said Tina. "It means 'to go'. Let's see-the boy goes "Right," said Bill. "Now the next word."
Tina knew perfectly well what the next word was, but she pretended to ponder it. Her tricks didn't seem to be working. Cuddling up close to Dad hadn't aroused him. She thought sure he'd be turned on when she wriggled out of her robe and sat naked next to him, but it was no go.
She could think of only one more thing to do.
"Okay, let me see," she said, peering intently at the book.
At the same time she slipped her hand into Bill's lap, as if absentmindedly. Her little fingers crept very slowly towards his crotch. She remembered last night, how excited he'd gotten when she touched his cock. Maybe it would work again.
Bill didn't know what to do. Tina seemed unconscious of having her hand in his lap, practically on his dick, but it wasn't right for her to touch him there. He didn't want to discourage her natural affection, but if she was trying to turn him on… Oh, Christ, what to do?
Tina's hand settled on his crotch. Her fingers kept up an absentminded massage, rubbing gently back and forth over the big flaccid lump of his cock. He could feel it, like fire, right through his pants.
He studied her face. She was frowning at the book, licking her lips, apparently completely absorbed in the lesson. But Tina was a good little actress and a mischief-maker. How could he be sure? Was she aware that she was caressing her father's cock?
"You've had long enough to think, Tina," he said sternly. "Now translate the word."
"Uhhhh," said Tina, "I think it's 'to'. And the next word is 'school'."
"Of course," said Bill. "That wasn't hard at all. Now read me the whole sentence."
"The boy goes to school," said Tina, feeling like an idiot.
It seemed ridiculous to be translating dumb sentences, when she really wanted to do something far more exciting and important. Why, when she got older she'd probably never need to know Spanish-but she'd sure have to know about fucking!
"Right," said Bill. "You didn't really need my help. All you had to do was think. Now, I have some studying of my own to do…
He started to get up, but Tina pressed her hand hard down on his crotch. Even through his pants she could feel the fat soft line of his big adult prick. She almost trembled with horny excitement.
"No, wait, Dad," she said. "Can't you help me with the rest of this assignment?"
Bill almost moaned. Her hand seemed to burn right through his pants and shorts, onto his cock. If she didn't let go, he was going to get a hard-on. He wanted to fuck-but for both their sakes, he had to get away from her.
"No, Tina," he said, "you can do it yourself We just proved that. The practice will be good for you."
It seemed like the hardest thing he'd ever done, but Bill stood up and walked out of the room. Goddammit, how he'd wanted to just throw himself on her, fuck her. She was asking for it. He knew that now. She'd deliberately tried to turn him on.