Volleyball Shorts 3

From other posts called “volleyball shorts”. To answer how does she look, my daughter is very cute, pretty and athletic. Dirty blonde hair that goes just above her shoulder blades. She has hazel eyes and cute smile, right now with braces. She’s 5 foot 5 inches and has perky round B cups (much smaller than her mom’s D’s), a flat stomach and a firm round ass. She’s very polite and volunteers at church as well as her school and JV volleyball commitments where she’s an awesome player, may go varsity fast. She is a freshman and honors student, and she acts responsibly like she’s my age sometimes. She’s on the pill. She has always pushed boundaries with her outfits that we constantly have to battle her on, and mostly lose. She dresses in jeans and leggings for school, but otherwise it’s the wild west. I call her nicknames that I‘ll say are kiddo and little girl. If you didn’t read my other post, in summer she’s almost always in volleyball shorts no underwear and she shows a cameltoe a lot. I caught her and her older brother having sex. He goes away to college and just went back for his senior year there after the COVID restrictions lifted. She’s bored at home alone and then came on to me on Sunday. So far we’ve done something together every night. I didn’t think of her this way before, but I do now.

I just thought of it. There are a couple of guys, and one real jerk at work, I have caught checking out my daughter. The one at work kept checking her ass out at a work-family picnic with his wife right next to him. I think they are pervs for checking out my little girl and now I’m fucking her.

I got home this evening and get a minute alone with my daughter. No volleyball shorts tonight. “Look, no clowning around tonight.” I said. “We need to cool it.” She gave me a very hurt look and pout but I stayed firm. It’s also bible study night for my wife. She has a quick dinner for us, then she races off to someone’s house or women come here. Tonight it’s her turn so I escaped to the basement tv room, as usual. I heard someone walking in the basement and in walks my daughter. She’s in baggy sweatpants and sweatshirt. “Hi Daddy.” She said but not in her normal chipper way, more of a cute, mischievous way. “What are you up to?” I asked. “Nothing” she said innocently. She pulls her sweatshirt over her head and she’s bare-chested standing in front of me. I quietly said “No, they are upstairs.” My daughter giggled a little and pulled her pants down, just a thin little black thong on. It’s one of the ones we bought on Monday, sheer panel showing her pubes, side straps on her hips and a single black band up her ass. She wiggled her hips a little to stick her butt to one side, still looking at me, smiling. In her sweet little girl voice she sighed “Guess I’ll just watch tv, too.” She flopped on the sofa next to me I pretended to ignore her. She waits a minute and says, a little begging, “Daddy, please just fuck me?” I resisted, but my dick was already hard and her saying "fuck" I finally say “alright, but we have to be quiet.” I make sure that’s clear. She got up as I slouch down and pull off my sweatpants, point my dick straight up. She goes down on me and she’s not very good at oral, she just takes me in an inch or so and doesn’t work my shaft. Like a lollipop on a stick. She spit on me then got up to position over top of me. I helped her move her thong and she lowered onto me. We rock slowly for a minute or two and I kissed her breasts and we kissed a little then I decide to please her anus the way I do her mother, gently pressing against her asshole. Her eyes opened a little and she whispers, “ooh I like that” and loosened up a little so I can push my finger in a little farther but not penetrate. Loosening up has its effect and she orgasms on me. We go slow so I asked, “do you like it kiddo, does it feel good?” She grinds a little harder and said “Yes Daddy.” Maybe another five minute like this I don’t try to last longer. I put a hand on each hip and helped her drive into me. We had a great climax together she bit her lip to not scream, but she still squealed. We got dressed and same as the other day, I go back to watching tv and messing on my tablet while she sat against me and texts. I check that she’s not texting about us and she says she knows, even her best friends. “they’d think it’s disgusting.” She says. The ladies are almost done upstairs and I’m recounting this with my daughter’s head on my leg and my hand down her sweatpants rubbing her heavenly soft skinned firm ass.