Under the bleachers - Sex Stories

Under the bleachers

... around her daddy's wrist as he touched her. It only took a moment or two before Jamie was taking quick and shallow breaths, so when her father pressed the tip of his finger to her opening and then past it it took only seconds for her to climax. "Oh my God daddy... I'm cumming..." In the instant he urged his finger into her Bill knew she was a virgin - it put a smile on his face. His daughter was a sight to behold as he continued to slide his index finger in and out of her through the orgasm. He'd been so caught up fingering his little girl he hadn't noticed that she'd maneuvered her hand over to his lap. As if watching the sexy brunette convulse wasn't enough to make him hard, the way she was grabbing at and stroking his erection through his pants certainly did. Jamie came to after a moment or so but didn't stop holding onto her daddy's penis. She wasn't to see; she could tell by feeling it that her he must have a huge one. When Bill moved her hand off she sighed and wished she could go on touching him. Bill wished she would to, but with their mother getting ready to leave downstairs, he had to go. At school that day he didn't see his daughter all day, Bill had told Jamie that he needed time to think. He'd intended to find a way to end the dangerous game that he and his baby girl were playing, but instead he could only think of her sprawled on the bed that morning. Jamie found herself fidgeting in class, thinking of her daddy's hands on her pussy... his finger inside of ...

... her. It took her everything not to disobey his orders and go running to his office. The ride home was stuffy. Jamie squirmed in her seat, wondering if her dad would speak up about their morning's activities. But he didn't say anything about it. In fact, he didn't say much at all. She sat there, conflicted about the desires toward her father she felt. She wished he would visit her later that night to tuck her in. As she wiggled her fingertip over her sensitive clit she could only think of her father. Jamie didn't have much experience with boys. She'd only given Bobby Miller a handjob at a sl**pover; her parents definitely didn't know there would be boys there. Even then he'd only lasted a minute or two. Somehow she knew that her daddy would be a much better lover, that he'd be gentle with her and show her things she'd never felt before. But he didn't come to her room that night. He didn't wake her in the morning either, so Jamie lay there awake and unable to motivate herself to masturbate the way her dad had instructed. Furthermore, her dad wasn't there to drive her to school in the morning either; her mother said he'd gone to work early for a meeting. Jamie was worried. Had she done something wrong? She knew her father was hesitant about what was happening between them, but she couldn't have mistaken his arousal the morning he'd sent her into a feverish orgasm. She wanted to be near him, to know that everything was okay and he still loved her. And then there was that feeling ...