Under the bleachers - Sex Stories

Under the bleachers

... gym. His lips fell upon hers greedily, and Jamie lifted a leg to pull them together. She knew what her dad wanted; the hard-on fighting against his slacks gave him away. She kissed him with an equal amount of passion. Even though he'd helped abate her pent up urges earlier that day, thinking of what he'd meant to do to her when he'd pulled off her panties had riled her up more than ever. Jamie didn't care that it was wrong. She didn't care that they were in her school or under the bleachers. And she didn't care that she could hear the cheerleading squad gathering out on the gym floor. By the time her other foot lifted off the ground as her father pinned her against the wall, Jamie was ready for whatever was next "Slow down Daddy," Jamie giggled, "I'm all yours now..." But he didn't slow down. Just as soon as his lips left hers, his fingers found the hem of her top and pulled it up over her head. The tight-fitting shirt rustled her hair as it left her shoulders, and her pert breasts jiggled free of their trap. Her back came into contact with the cold wall but her bare chest was immediately warmed by her dad once again squeezing her between him and the concrete. As their lips came together again, father and daughter's tongues fought to gain ground. They practiced twirling around each other's; Jamie licked the roof of Bill's mouth playfully. All the while Jamie was unbuttoning her father's shirt. And before long, Bill's hands lowered to his baby's waist. He paused to grip her ...

... tit, admiring it briefly before wrapping thumb and forefinger around her thin waist. But he didn't stop there, and as soon as his hand cleared the ruffled fabric of her skirt, he found her bottomless once again. "Jesus Jamie, you are a bad girl," his fingers taunted the outer lips of her now-slick entrance, "do you ever listen to me baby?" Jamie tilted her head, arching her back simultaneously while her father fingers pried at her sensitive lips. "I'm sorry daddy...uuoohhh... I didn't have time to put my bottoms on before I came out." They remained silent for a moment while concentrating on what Bill was doing with his hands down below. He continued to feign that he might sink a finger into her hot little center, but then he'd pull away. It was driving Jamie crazy. "I'll listen now daddy..." she said through a breath and a gasp, "I'll do whatever you tell me to, I promise." Standing there with his gorgeous daughter, touching and gazing upon her slender teenage body and its inexplicable proportions, he knew exactly what he wanted her to do. "Okay then Jamie," he started, while sliding a fingertip just between her wet lips, "how about you take off my pants first." "Ok Daddy!" Jamie complied excitedly. It was hard to do anything with her father's finger stroking her tingling inner walls. She fumbled with his belt but in a few seconds his pants fell to the ground with a clink. Her hand held the outline of his manhood through his underwear, she was nervous to finally see it for ...