You Had Better Believe Daddy's Girl Was A Virgin

When I was in high school I had an older boyfriend. I had strict rules about letting him in the house, and I couldn't go anywhere without a chaperone. Movies and the strip mall, that was about it. My grandma did not like him. Why he still chased me when he couldn't get close enough to touch me scared everyone even more. 'One day, one day he's going to get his hands on you, watch out', my grandma told me. If only there had been a real chastity belt, but all they could do was watch me like a hawk.

It was going to be Christmas and people were coming and going. For a few minutes only I was alone when he tapped on the window. He told me to get my jacket and I was off on the back of the motorcycle. Straight and fast to his grandma's house, she was out at her church meeting. On her living room rug he put me down and pulled off my panties. He claimed later that seeing my pussy made him hungry and he went in head first. He was getting his pants down when the knocking on the door started.

My father was yelling that he had his shotgun with him. I pulled my panties on, and fixed my hair and we opened the door. Daddy was standing there shotgun in hand and he quizzed me 'did that boy ruin you?' I told my daddy I was still a virgin, no thanks to him. From then on he could come to Sunday dinner, dressed up like a store mannequin. Daddy's shotgun stood up in the corner.

When the day came that Daddy walked me down the isle, that old shotgun laid against the baptismal pool, with a ribbon on it.