Ginny and Dad

Ginny was in her freshman year at the local community college. She had the grades to go to the state university, but her parents and her decided it best she stayed closer to home. It would be a lot cheaper, and since she would be staying at home, there would be no need to take on any unnecessary debt. Ginny was a good girl. She hung out with her friends, occasionally going to parties, but never getting drunk. She did on occasion smoke a little weed, but to call her a pot head, would be an egregious error. She wrote in her journal, daily. Summing up her events, as well as writing about her thoughts. Two Saturdays ago, Ginny went into her parents master bath to borrow some foundation from her mother. She did not realize her dad was showering. She caught a glimpse of her stepdads figure. Instead of turning away, she stood there watching him. The frosted glass blurred the image, but it was evident he was stroking his dick. Mesmerized, she could not turn away. She was aroused and her juices began to secrete. Her hand slid down under the waist ban of her sweats. Her lips were moist. She saw her daddy rapidly stroking then suddenly stop. She thought she heard him moan. Startled, she quickly left, went to her room, shut the door, and rubbed her clit. She was on her third orgasm, when her dad tapped on the door. He did not enter, but told her he was running to get some lumber and would be back in an hour. He asked if she wanted anything from Starbucks?

“Of course,” she said.

“The usual, Carmel Macchiato?” He asked.

“Yes daddy. You know me all too well. I lub you.” She responded in her little girl voice.

She did love him. Her real dad walked out when she was 4 and he had been in her life, since she was six. He taught her how to ride a bike, drive a car, change a flat, he even taught her to shoot a gun. He was there when she had her first broken heart. He was her dad. The man that showed up at her graduation and refused to help with college, was nothing more than a sperm donor. She didn’t hate this man, she felt nothing for him. After Ray, left for the lumber store, Ginny finished with a huge orgasm. She fantasized that Ray had came into her room. He lay next to her. She asked him to rub her back. On thing lead to another. Soon they were kissing, his hands expertly exploring her moist loins. She imagined what it would feel like having him inside her. She had been with two boys in her short life. Neither one made her feel special. Neither one bothered to worry about her arousal. Both came in about 5 minutes and left her wanting more. Not in her fantasy with daddy. She took her time with this orgasm. She brought herself close a few times, finally on the fourth climb, the flood gates released. She had one the best climaxes of her life. Afterwards, she wrote in her journal, about being turned on by her voyueristic activities earlier that morning. Watching daddy jerk off, brought questions to her mind. Why isn’t mom taking care of him? He shouldn’t have to that. Then she thought if I were mom, I would wear him out. Part of her felt guilty for having those thoughts, but mostly she was turned on.

For the next few days, she wrote a lot in her journal. Fantasies she had mostly. One night she fell asleep writing in the journal. It fell by her bedside. Hastily when Ginny made her bed, she did not notice it on the floor.

Ray was an architect, he had a very profitable business. He worked from home. He picked his clients. He could be busy 24/7, but he believed in spending time doing things he loved and spending time with those he loved. Mom took a job to help out with college. Mostly for the final 2 years. It was going to be close to $75,000 for the two years at the state university. She picked up any overtime she could. Her schedule was noon to midnight Saturday and Sunday and 4 to midnight Monday through Wednesday. Sometimes she worked 4 to midnight on Fridays. She went to the gym almost everyday.

With Ray, working from home, he did a lot of the domestic duties, like laundry cooking, washing dishes, and keeping the house picked up.