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"Why did they even bother calling me," Bill's wife asked him. She was obviously annoyed and after a long day he wasn't really interested in listening to her sharp tone.

"You work there, couldn't they have just said something to you tomorrow?"

She wasn't really talking to him. Most of their conversations went that way nowadays it seemed. He hadn't been paying too much attention but what he had overhead of the conversation his wife had been having on the phone hinted that Jamie had been causing trouble at school again.

"I don't have time for this Bill, can you handle it please?" his wife asked dismissively.

"Sure, though I don't really know what the problem is," Bill agreed as he flipped through a few channels on the TV.

"Her English teacher said Jamie has been distracting other students in class, AND dressing inappropriately. That little brat, I'll tell you..."

Bill stopped listening. He grew tired of hearing his wife rag on her; Jamie was an amazing daughter in his eyes. As she droned on, he couldn't help wondering if the "dressing inappropriately and "distracting other students" complaints were related.

The claim wasn't entirely unfounded, that was for sure. Jamie had undoubtedly been pushing the envelope with her outfits of late. Only a week before Bill had to send her back in the house when she came out for a ride to school with her belly showing beneath a snug cotton polo shirt.

"Come on Jamie, you are not excused from the dress code because your dad works at your school. What would your mother say?"

Jamie put on a smug look and repeated, in a voice eerily similar to his wife's, "You get back in the house immediately young lady, my daughter will not be dressing like a stripper on my watch."

Jamie flashed a smile when she saw her dad laughing at her impression. She closed the door and skipped back inside. Bill watched her go back toward the house, finding himself more intrigued than he meant to be by the few inches of skin above her skirt in the back, which was rolled a few times at the waist to reveal more of her long, tan legs. She looked incredible.

When Jamie had come back out she was carrying her change of clothes.

"Sorry dad, I don't want to be late so I'll have to change in the car."

He'd tried his best to keep his eyes on the road, but when Jamie pulled her shirt over her head and revealed her youthful body he had trouble remembering he was driving at all. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders and brushed the skin around the thin white straps of her push-up bra. Her breasts jiggled as he hit a speedbump, teasing her father even more. Bill was grateful when she finally pulled a new shirt over her head and covered up once more - he wasn't sure how much he could take of looking at her without reacting.

So Bill knew first hand that the call to his wife probably wasn't a mistake. Since she'd recently turned eighteen, Jamie had just gotten decidedly more rebellious (than she already was). He assumed she would grow out of it. He hoped she would, anyway, he didn't want to have to discipline her at home and at work.

Bill had been working at the high school for almost ten years as athletic director; he taught a few history classes as well. High school k**s could be angsty sometimes, but he really liked his job, and it meant seeing more of his daughter which was always nice.

The following Monday at school, Bill still hadn't said anything to his daughter about the phone call her mother had received. He didn't like scolding her, and she had been so sweet to him that morning, thanking him for the ride to school and kissing him unabashedly before taking off to meet up with her friends before class.

His daughter wasn't quite the same girl he used to take to gymnastics and out for ice cream after, although now it was cheerleading and she still loved ice cream. She'd given up the leotard for a cheer uniform, which he'd seen her dancing around in at most school events... He thought better of imagining her in it when he could avoid doing so.

Her hair was thick and dark, more so than both of her parents, and she usually let it fall down to her shoulders. It framed the cutest face he'd ever seen, with big brown eyes, perfect cheekbones and puffy pink lips. She had the slightest overbite that showed off her pretty smile when she bit her lower lip as she often did when nervous.

Needless to say, Jamie had the beautiful body of an eighteen-year-old that exercised often. Her breasts were bigger than her mother's - a fact that, though unmentioned, clearly made her mother jealous. Her hips were just right too, with a cute little butt that you could get a nice handful of. At 5'-3" she was quite a bit shorter than him and, but she was just the right size. She'd playfully jumped into his arms the other day after school, she couldn't have weighed even 100 lbs.

By the time he reached his office, Bill only just realized he'd been daydreaming of his little girl the entire time. He wondered how he'd have the conversation with Jamie about the effect she had on her classmates without falling victim to her himself.

Bill had a lot of work to catch up on that Monday morning. He was glad of it, for he'd ceased worrying about Jamie long before lunch. And yet, it seemed he could not escape her naughtiness for even half a day.

"Hey Bill, do you have a minute?" Said his friend Rick, another history professor, as he was heading down the hall to the teacher's lounge for lunch.

"Uh oh," he said "This doesn't sound good, you mind walking? Rick matched strides with his friend Bill.

"So, I hate to have to do this to you Bill, but I think you should have a talk with your daughter,"

"Oh God," Bill responded, "what now?"

Rick chuckled, "Nothing too serious buddy,! I'll spare you the details, but... basically, your daughter Jamie has been the subject of a lot of chatter lately and I thought you ought to know."

"Oh yea, and what kind of 'chatter' is that?" He asked in a frustrated tone.

"Mostly just teenage boy type of stuff, I have a group of boys that come in from their free period early every day so I overhear some of their nonsense." Bill was only somewhat relieved. "Mostly to do with 'how smokin she looks in her gym uniform when she doesn't wear a bra,' or 'how great her ass looked when she bent over.' " He had put on a mocking, punk-teenager voice to lighten the mood but Bill still didn't like hearing about his little girl that way.

"Look, I'm sure no dad wants to hear this, but I think you know what I'm talking about right?"

Bill let out a sigh, "yeah thanks Rick, I'm glad you had the balls to say something."

"Don't mention it," his friend assured him, "... and one more thing, I had her in class earlier this morning... annnnd I don't think she's wearing any... you know..."

"Yea yea yea," Bill raised his hand and stopped him; he didn't want to hear any more. "I'll talk to her today."

Bill's head was spinning a little, and he tried to eat his lunch and small-talk with his colleagues without revealing his frazzled state. Rick patted him on the back as he headed out and Bill had to remind himself it wasn't Rick's fault. He just had a hard time coping with the fact that anyone else had seen his little girl that way. Jamie was usually such a good girl. She got good grades, did well on the cheer team and (usually) followed the rules at home - what had gotten into her?

The rest of the day drolled on without incident. Mostly, Bill passed the time in between his two afternoon classes rehearsing what he would say to Jamie about her behavior. He looked for her in the hallway, thinking he might confront her about neglecting to wear underwear but he never got the chance.

When next he saw her, Jamie was skipping toward his car around 4:30 right after her cheer leading practice got out. He almost wished to see her in the outfit as usual; she always looked incredible in the tight fabric. Instead she was wearing the same gray v-neck sweater and classic schoolgirl skirt - rolled over a few times so she could show off way too much leg for her father's approval. He would mention that to her during their talk, he committed to memory.

He had almost forgotten what his friend Rick had told him about Jamie earlier that day... almost. That was until she opened the back door and reached way inside to set her bag down over her father's briefcase. Her skirt, short as it was, did nothing to hide his daughter's delicate pink pussy.

Between Jamie's plump cheeks and exposed thighs she was completely bare and smooth. His eyes were frozen on it; Jamie's womanhood was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. What he would have given as a boy her age to have gotten his hands and more on her... it was unfathomable. Jamie was truly perfect from the outside in.

Bill had to tear his eyes from her tiny opening; he was already distracted when he should have been scolding her.

"Jamie!" he yelled at her; she popped up from her bent over position and looked at him worriedly. "You're not wearing any..." he leaned in whispering, "underwear."

"Oh right... I umm... forgot." Jamie lied; her dad could see right through her.

Bill told her to get in the car and then walked angrily around the car while glancing over at Jamie and the feigned look of ignorance on her face. When she sat down in the car he watched her smooth the short skirt over her tan thighs. Somehow, knowing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath as she sat there next to him was intriguing... exciting even

And yet the school boys, probably some of the punks he had in his classes, had seen her in the way he just had. Even his friend, her teacher and an older man, had seen Jamie's young pussy and could have been as turned on as he'd been. Bill didn't want anyone but him to see her like that, because he was likely the only one who could resist her.

"Jamie, we need to talk." Bill said quite seriously. Jamie hunched her shoulders as if to retreat.

"Can you guess what I'm going to say?" He asked her.

"Yes dad," Jamie replied with attitude, "that I have to wear panties to school?"

"Well yes, definitely that. What were you thinking anyway honey? How many boys at school do you think saw your..." naming his daughters pussy to her made it too real. "I did within ten seconds."

Jamie's face quickly revealed a smile. "You think that's something to smile about?" Bill snapped. Why would she be smiling about her own father seeing her so intimately?

Why would she be smiling in their current situation? Bill waited for the answer, but still she was trying to hide a smirk. Had she done it intentionally? Did she want her father to see?

"No daddy..." she hesitated. Jamie was stalling

"What then?"

"I'm just wondering..." still she paused.

"Jamie, spit it out!" her father commanded.

"...if you thought it was pretty?"

Her father was stunned, he truly had not expected anything like that from his daughter. Mostly he had assumed she would be completely grossed out that her father looked at all, much less how long he'd stared.

"Wh...what did you say Jamie?" Where before he had been stern and confident, now his voice was more unsteady.

"It's just that one of my friends said my pussy looked different and I didn't think so but I don't know so I..." she was rambling as she sometimes did when she was nervous, "I was just wondering if you if you liked it daddy, or was it different like my friend said?"

"That's not something I can answer Jamie, you're not my little girl anymore. You're a grown woman."

"You can't just tell me daddy? You must think it isn't pretty if you won't just say so!" Jamie pouted. Bill couldn't tell I'd she was playing at something or not.

"Jamie that's not the point," her father replied. He'd certainly gotten a good look and found her tight little entry to look incredible, but he wasn't about to tell his daughter that. "The point is that you can't be going to school bottomless! Rich Hastings brought it to my attention and who knows who else saw."

Jamie looked positively defeated; with a tail between her legs, purse-lipped look and sad eyes. Still he couldn't let up, Bill had to be firm with her.

"What has gotten into you lately Jamie? I mean you know better than that. You should be glad its me telling you and not your mother."

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Bill couldn't quite hear it, but he thought she was talking back to him.

"What did you say?" he asked angrily.

"I said I'm sorry Dad!" with a tear rolling down her cheek. Bill realized he'd been wrong. Jamie turned to the window and took a quick breath.

"Oh come on Jamie there's no need to cry." He leaned in to look at her face. A few tears had streamed down; he hadn't meant to make his little girl cry. "If it makes you feel better, you look just right... down there... just the way a beautiful girl like you is supposed to."

Jamie stopped her hastened breathing and was visibly relieved. She stopped crying, at least there was that. It took a few moments of attempting smalltalk and a joke or two but eventually Bill broke through to his daughter, and by the end of the ride he was feeling much better about their talk.

Every so often, however, he would glance over upon the sight of her skirt riding higher on her enticing thighs. Normally the sight of his daughter's fit little body didn't phase him, but somehow, somewhere in his head he didn't want to acknowledge... knowing she was bare, shaven and with only the fabric of her skirt to block his probing eyes, he was undone.

"But seriously honey, from now on, underwear, please?" Bill said as they pulled in the driveway.

"Yeeess Daaadd." She drew out.

Jamie's sexiness prevailed as he watched her get out of the car, part of him wondering if he might catch a glimpse of her cute butt or her tight little pussy. Instead, as Jamie bent over to reach for her bag, this time she held her hand between her legs and fingers trapping her skirt beneath. When she turned, she found her father behind her and knew he'd been watching her. She flashed him her cutest smile and touched his arm as she pranced by. There was something mischievous about it, and though he'd truly hoped to be rid of Jamie's antics, somehow he doubted it.

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And so the next day, as he sat at his desk grading papers, he knew what the authoritative knock was about before he stood up to open the door. But this time, it wasn't his friend, it was the school principal with Jamie in tow. This time, Jamie hadn't been merely dressed inappropriately but had been found in the janitor's closet with a classmate's hand up her shirt.

He looked at her, standing there looking as blameless as she possibly could. Her shirt was still disheveled looking, he could see a bit of her smooth stomach peeking out at him. Her skirt was no less revealing than the day before. For a split second he wondered if, like yesterday, were he to lift up her skirt a few inches he would find her bare and bottomless again.

All the while the principal droned on. He had never liked Principal Brooks that much, and as he stood there now, being agreeable as the man chastised his daughter he wasn't gaining any respect for him.

"...Now I've brought her to you directly because I want to put an end to this before it gets any more serious or embarrassing."

"Thank you Mr. Principal," Bill offered, "I assure you I will deal with Jamie severely.

As Principal Brooks explained that he'd be giving her a Saturday detention and that he could do a lot more, Bill once again nodded and spoke when he thought the man wanted to hear anything but his own voice. Mostly, he stared at his young daughter and held her gaze whenever she would look up from her feet.

He refused to utter a word on the whole car ride home, he found that it always got to Jamie more than any of his other tactics. She tried to get him to say something once or twice but the cold glare, unflinchingly forward, told her to keep her mouth shut. The one thing she was grateful of was that her mother wouldn't be home to add to the punishment.

When they walked through the door, Bill grabbed his daughter's arm firmly. Jamie yelped in response as he dragged her over to the couch in their living room. He nearly tossed her to a seat on the couch, and Jamie knew how serious he was. He wanted to, badly, but decided against raising his voice. Instead, he said as calmly as he could.

"Jamie, I just don't know what to say. We talked about this... we agreed... and now this!"

She was silent.

"I mean what am I missing?? Do you want me to lose my job?"

"Dad...I..." Jamie didn't finish her sentence.

"Oh now you aren't so brave like you were before huh? One minute you're a bad girl, fooling around in the closet with some boy, and now you have nothing to say." He could see Jamie starting to tear up again and Bill felt the same way he had the day before. 'Not again,' he thought.

"I just..." she was still fumbling around for words.

"I just what?!" He demanded of her.

"I can't help myself daddy!" she said.

"What is that supposed to mean," Bill shot back.

"I mean I start feeling a certain way and then I can't help myself."

Bill truly couldn't understand what she was trying to get at - was this was an angle she was playing or she was somehow telling the truth?

"I get horny Dad, I get hot and bothered and then I start doing things I know I shouldn't. It keeps happening and I don't mean for it to."

"I don't believe you Jamie, and you better watch your words closely or I am going to really be angry. I won't have my daughter talking that way."

"I'm not lying Daddy I swear." She was really laying it on thick now, or was she? The tears in her eyes said differently. "It's like I already feel that way in the car before I even get to school. I don't know what to do daddy I keep doing things without thinking and I just..."

Bill was feeling bad for her, if only slightly. If she was telling the truth it meant his daughter was having urges, like those he'd had toward Jamie when she'd bent over and he'd seen her naked lower half right in front of him. Only Jamie was obviously unequipped to deal with them.

"You expect me to believe all this Jamie," Bill said with a look of astonishment. "and even if I did how do you expect for me to deal with what happened today?"

His little girl responded feebly, "I'll do whatever you tell me to, I know I was bad... but I'm not lying!" Bill wondered if she could really live up to her promise.

"Even if what you're saying is all true... It is still your responsibility to control yourself Jamie. You are not a c***d anymore honey."

"Maybe..." She was unsteady in her words, "maybe you could help me?"

He thought about what she'd said for a minute, and knew that he wouldn't be too harsh on her in the end. Bill decided to skip some tongue lashing and a whole lot of back and forth arguing between he and his unruly teen. She'd asked him for help, though he wasn't sure of what kind.

Jamie was finally looking at him more than down her fidgeting feet. For the past few minutes since she'd kicked off her shoes she had been wiggling her toes in the carpet and staring downward. Now she was looking remorsefully at Bill with her pretty brown eyes. She never thought that she'd end up here, involving and disappointing her father. So when he responded to her much more lovingly than she'd expected, she listened closely.

"Here is what I'm going to do..." Bill said assertively. Jamie listened, wide-eyed.

"Jamie I have got to ground you, I won't have any argument." He put his hand to his forehead and rubbed his temples as he said, "And not a word to your mother about this, I'd be in as much trouble as you if she found out.." Jamie knew she had lucked out, though her father wasn't done.

"You are definitely not going to that concert this weekend."

"Uhh," Jamie let out involuntarily, her mouth was open in frustration.

"Oh you better believe it. If your mother asks you'll tell her it is because of the call she took last week about your clothing."

Jamie nodded.

"And that last thing, about your... feelings." Jamie's eyes widened. "Maybe you ought to think about, you know..." he was speaking quieter now, "taking care of yourself before school..."

Jamie blushed and looked bashfully away with a smile.

"...And if you get any more feelings like that, come to my office right away and we'll figure out a way to take care of you."

Bill definitely didn't miss the grin that formed momentarily on Jamie's face just after his last words to her. He hadn't meant it that way, but looking at her in her adorable outfit and innocent posture, the smile provoked an inappropriate fantasy of working through Jamie's arousal in the privacy of his office. He decided to let it go.

"Okay daddy, I promise." Jamie shrugged. He actually believed her; she sounded sincere.

They looked at each other wordlessly for a moment, searching for something in the other's eyes.

"Now go to your room, I'm still mad about all this, and your grounding starts now."

Jamie scampered off to her room, but not before catching her father off guard with a hug. Her father watched the petite little teenager strut away. Her tight clothing did wonders to show off her slender frame, everything held snugly in place even as she bounced up the stairs. And indeed, after her pert butt came into view he could see a pair of black panties that were far too small in his opinion, for school anyway. At least she was wearing them.

Visions of the cute brunette danced through his head as he brooded over the last two days throughout the evening. His wife was actually happy with him for once when she found out that Bill had grounded their daughter indefinitely.

The next morning, Jamie smiled and touched him on the shoulder when she came down for a bowl of cereal as he drank his morning coffee. Her face looked flushed and she smiled naughtily at him when they locked eyes. Bill was utterly distracted from the newspaper by the thought that Jamie had been touching her little pussy only a few moments before, and the boy shorts and night shirt she was walking around the kitchen in certainly didn't help. He could make out entirely too much the shape of her young breast when she reached for a box of cereal; her nipple protrudely enticingly though the thin fabric.

Despite all her teasing, there was no trouble the next day... or the next... or the next. There was no stopping the occasional daydream about her cute bottom or wonderful breasts, but at least he didn't have to hear about Jamie's misdeeds and imagine her being felt up by a boy in the closet. Bill was happy to be rid of Jamie's rebellion, and his troublesome thoughts about her were less frequent without the daily conflict.

Unfortunately, his efforts were overturned as he went to hurry Jamie along one morning when she was taking too long to get ready for school. As he reached her door and heard the soft panting from behind it, he knew Jamie was taking his advice. Though he'd raised his hand he did not knock. He merely listened as her adorable cooing continued.

"Uh, uh, uuuuuhhh..." Jamie sounded; she must have been close by the sound of it.

Sure enough, after a few more seconds... or perhaps it was longer... he heard his beautiful daughter moaning more loudly. She tried to use a pillow to stifle her, which would have worked if her father wasn't standing just outside the door. Bill stood there, transfixed... he'd just listened to his little girl finger perfect cute button, cumming a few feet away from him - and at his own recommendation.

When the door opened in front of him, he wasn't prepared for it. Jamie didn't know what to say either, so she stood still. She was close to him and though she didn't mean to, she glanced briefly down at his pants. Quickly her eyes found her fathers and she tried to pretend she hadn't seen his bulge. The only sound between them was heavy breathing on both their parts before her father spoke.

"Honey , I... I was just coming to make sure you were awake." Her father told her.

"Oh... okay daddy... I'll hurry and get ready."

They locked eyes again before she made her way to the shower, wearing nothing more than a bra and pair of panties, more fuel for her father's imagination.

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They were awkward around each other on the ride to school. Jamie was confused about what was happening between her and her dad. She knew she should have been dismayed by her father listening in on her, but she wasn't in the slightest. In fact, she had a familiar feeling that caused her to fidget in her first few classes.

And her father was understandably preoccupied with thoughts of Jamie while he got through his morning. He had set out to stop Jamie misbehaving in school and found himself wanting to serve up his own kind of detention to his daughter. Such were the prevailing thoughts as Jamie stepped swiftly into his office and shut the door behind her.

"What is it baby?" he questioned her as Jamie leaned heavily against the door. Despite the morning's activities she was now more aroused than any day she could remember.

"Dad... I had to come in here..." she looked worried, "I was starting to feel that way again and I did what you told me to do and came right to you."

"Sit down honey," Bill told her, "let's try and distract you."

And try as he did to distract his daughter from her predicament, she was still visibly aroused after over five minutes of talking.

"Do you think I could... do it here daddy?"

"Do what Jamie... wait you mean... no... not here..." He couldn't fathom allowing Jamie to finger herself in his own office, and where was he to go while she did?

"But daddy... I promise I'll be quiet, you won't even know I'm here." Once again with the puppy dog look in her eyes Bill's resolve was quickly shaken.

"I don't know Jamie..."

"It's okay dad, if you just grade your papers I'll be so quiet."

Bill didn't know why, but he kept quiet and glanced down at his desk. While he shuffled papers he could hear his daughter adjust herself in his chair. At first she was quiet, and he even attempted to resist looking in her direction, using his computer screen to conceal the view. But when he heard Jamie panting his eyes were drawn in her direction.

She was sprawled across his chair, head thrown back and hand down between her legs. She looked so beautiful, and her breathing was causing a stirring in his pants. She wasn't being quite as quiet as she promised, but he was anything but upset with her. Jamie was the embodiment of youth and sexuality as she nudged herself closer to orgasm.

She had pushed her tight pants and panties both down her legs so her naked bottom was visible to him. If he were a younger man, one of her classmates perhaps, he would have liked to join her. He would have grabbed at the painted-on pair of khaki pants and tugged them over her skinny ankles. He would have turned her sharply toward him, so her hips hung just over the edge of the chair before he...

Bill was staring at his daughter, and it was too late before she noticed. He watched her abdomen begin to convulse, tightening rhythmically as she eagerly fingered her soft mound. She was nearing her climax, and when she noticed her father watching her it was upon her before she knew it. She looked right into his eyes and searched them, knowing he shouldn't be watching her but not wanting him to stop.

What she felt next was wonderful. As Jamie came, her eyes flitted down and back up to her father's. For the second time that day, she came and her own daddy was on her mind. This time, however, he wasn't standing outside her door but sitting right in front of her. Where before he had been listening to her he was now watching, and she knew how much he liked it. As the sweet wave of sensation washed over and through her, she felt her love for her father evolve further.

"Oh my God," Jamie whispered.

'Oh my God,' her father thought.

As Jamie calmed down from her heightened state she tried to slow her breathing. Her father pretended to do something with the papers on his desk but she knew she had distracted him beyond belief. She almost felt bad for him, wondering if he was hard under his desk after watching her touch herself not five feet away. Jamie spoke first,

"Thanks dad, I needed that."

"You're welcome baby... but I don't think you should plan on doing that in here anymore."

"Why not daddy?" Jamie asked sweetly.

"Because Jamie, we're in my office... at your school... and I shouldn't be watching y..." He stammered, not meaning to admit it, "I mean letting you touch yourself here." Bill replied, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself.

"But Dad..." Jamie was trying to be cute again, "are you sure it's because we're at school, or is it something else?"

Bill didn't really have an answer for the question, though he was certain he knew what his cheeky young daughter was getting at. So Jamie flipped her hair back over her shoulder, slid out of the chair and grabbed the waistband of her pants at her ankles.

Once again her father was dazed; the sexy brunette had turned away from him and bent at the waist. As she reached down her beautiful legs flexed, her butt looked cute and plump, and best of all her tiny flower and its pink petals peered back at him above a visible gap between her upper thighs. It glistened wonderfully, betraying that what she'd done during school much less in front of her own father.

Having just seen Jamie pant and shiver herself into orgasm, he wanted nothing more than to walk up behind her and push into her tight opening with his solid tip. And all too soon she was easing her tight waistband up and over her backside, shimmying to get it over her hips. Bill let out the breath of air he'd been holding as his momentary daydream evaporated.

"I'll see you after school daddy." Jamie said cutely as she walked to the door. Her father intended to stand and escort her to the door. Glancing down as he placed his palms on the desk, he knew if he stood he show how he truly felt about wanting his little girl.

The bell rang. Lunch period was over. Jamie felt disappointed she'd been cheated out of seeing her father's erection tenting his pants, as the bell gave him an excuse to sit back down. She wanted to see it, and how could she be blamed? Jamie couldn't help that she'd been thinking of him as he sat and watched her slide her finger back and forth over her clit. It was his name on the tip of her tongue as she shook through the warm rush of pleasure.

So, it was her daddy on her mind as she sat through her afternoon classes. Math was her least favorite subject, but as she debated whether or not to continue her teasing of her father and how far it might go, the bell rang before she'd even checked the clock. And as she sat through the last class of the day, Jamie knew her answer.

Things were happening kind of fast for Bill and Jamie both. One minute Bill was feeling protective about his innocent teenager on display at school. The next he was staring at his daughter's midsection or her full, soft cleavage while she was sprawled bottomless on his office chair. He had never looked at her breasts with such desire before; he imagined they would look great in any position... probably pert, with gravity defying youth if she was on top of him.

They talked as usual on the way home. Jamie had no skirt to push up high on her thigh, and she'd already unbuttoned her blouse far enough that her dad could see her white push-up bra squeezing her tits together.

There was a different attitude toward each other influencing every word and glance. Suddenly Bill wasn't just chatting with his daughter, he was flirting with her. Jamie's smiles had him asking prying questions and joking around to keep hearing her adorable laugh.

Jamie's mother was home when they got back and it spoiled all the fun. Jamie wanted to be near to him, near enough to feel her daddy's warmth and intimidating presence. She had to settle for the occasional sideways grin at him at the dinner table or later a few words in the family room with her mother nearby. The only vision Bill was treated to of his young brunette was that of Jamie's subtle curves cloaked in one of his own t-shirts. Her breasts stood out proudly in the light of her bedside lamp, but only momentarily for she closed the door and was hidden from his view.

Things had changed so quickly over the last few days. Keeping Bill up that night was the thought of his daughter's hand between her legs in his office, the tantalizing view of her breasts beneath an unbuttoned blouse, and the tortuous thought that Jamie might be wearing nothing but his old t-shirt but a room away. Bill never had trouble sleeping, even when stress at work had him wound up all day, but this was different. His wandering mind conjured images of his baby, bare and beautiful, in all the ways he wanted her. If he went into her room right now, after all that had happened, would she want him too?

In turn, Jamie lay awake in her own bed, wishing she could have pushed things a bit further with her daddy. She saw him looking at her with desire before he told her to change before school, and every moment up to then she'd gotten more daring. Jamie came again that night, and with her fingers inside her pussy she pretended it was her father instead. If she could only show him that she was all grown up and that if he wanted to he could do more than watch...

Jamie's dreams were naughty that night, and she awoke feeling more aroused than ever. She'd thought her father's hand shaking her awake was part of the fantasy she'd been right in the middle of. They were both naked in her bedroom. She was lying on her back, and her daddy was hovering over her. Below... his pelvis was moving up and down and it felt incredible with her daddy's big, throbbing...

"Jamie wake up!"

Something was stirring her from her dream. She didn't want to let go of the feeling of...

"Honey come on, it's time to wake up!" Bill said again as he shook his daughter.

Jamie groaned and she couldn't stay asleep anymore.

"Mmmm... good morning daddy."

Jamie pushed her arms up and over her head to stretch. As she did so her back arched and pushed her breasts through her dad's t-shirt. Bill wanted so badly to reach out and feel them, warm and supple against his hand.

"You don't want to be late for school baby." Bill told her.

"... what time is it dad?"

"It's almost 7:15, I'm guessing you haven't... taken care of yourself this morning have you?"

her father asked hesitantly.

"No daddy but I really need to, I had some dreams last night." Jamie said sweetly, her eyes looking so pretty that morning.

"Well you better hurry honey, you don't have all morning."

Bill stood up to go, using every bit of his will not to stay. Jamie was his little girl, and he owed it to her not to be weakened by her beauty - that wasn't her fault. But Jamie didn't want him to go; she reached out her hand and took hold of his arm. Bill turned around, wide-eyed.

"Maybe you could stay dad..."

"What...?" Bill asked, she couldn't have said what he thought she did.

"It would be faster if you were with me... if you helped."

Bill was silent, for the upteenth time that week Jamie had him at a loss for words. And then Jamie was slowly moving his hand, their fingers intertwined. When he felt the warmth of her thigh he simply couldn't fathom stopping her.

So he let Jamie keep urging him higher between her legs. At first she may have been guiding his hand but by the time he came in contact with her incredibly warm center he'd taken over. Even the outside of what he knew would be a beautifully tight tunnel was slick with his daughter's arousal.

"Jamie, I shouldn't be doing this."

"It's okay daddy," she said. He heard Jamie take a deep breath; she'd been holding it in anticipation. "Please... please I really want you to..."

"Baby, I.." he started, but Jamie cut in:

"Just until I cum once daddy... I promise I'll be quick."

She was too adorable, irresistible; Bill began rubbing his finger up and down her tiny lips. Jamie wrapped her fingers 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 sleepover; 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 again. It started in her first period when one of her classmates was staring at her with the same look she'd seen many times. She was wearing her sweater dress with tall dark socks. From her knee to the very high hem of the dress was completely bare. She thought she looked cute in the mirror that morning, and Jack's terrible attempts to hide his gaze confirmed it. She hadn't even gotten to show her dad that morning.

The feeling grew each period until lunch. Her friend Danny slipped past her in the lunch line, and the way he brushed his hips against her butt couldn't have been an accident. She was surprised; usually Danny didn't come on to her like that. Perhaps she looked a little cuter than she intended. All through lunch she dealt with a tingling heat building inside her.

Bill was working quietly at his desk during the lunch period when the door quickly opened and closed. Jamie pressed her back against it and breathed heavily.

"What the heck Jamie?" Bill asked incredulously. His daughter's chest heaved a few more times as she caught her breath. Even in the oversized sweater her body was a thing to marvel at. It barely covered anything. Or maybe it did, but his fatherly instincts had him thinking he needed to buy his little teenager a new wardrobe.

"What the heck...DAD?" Jamie looked up and fired back.

"I don't like your tone."

"Well I don't like when a boy touches me and then doesn't talk to me ever again." Wow was she feisty, he father thought. He was surprised to hear her so confrontational, but he liked it.

"Okay first of all, I'm not a boy I'm your father. And second it isn't like that."

"What is it like DAD, because it feels like I came to you and asked for your help and now you're ignoring me?" She started to sound sad, and Bill knew she wasn't exactly wrong.

"Baby," he told her "I'm sorry... I didn't mean for it to be like that."

Jamie took a few steps toward him. She wasn't sure what she was looking for from him, but the arousal that had been driving her crazy a few minutes ago certainly wasn't gone. Bill went on to say that he just thought they needed to take a little time off and think about what had happened. He said he didn't mean to ignore her, he loved her...

And then he stopped talking. He stopped because his hands were on his daughter's hips. His hands were on Jamie's hips and she had just straddled his lap. Her dress had ridden up on her hips and revealed a pair of black cotton panties.

Neither of them wanted to say anything and spoil the moment. Bill was done making excuses. His daughter obviously wanted this, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want it too, whatever IT was.

So when Jamie started slowly moving her hips he didn't protest. He had been hard since he saw her walk in the door. Jamie could feel her father's cock sticking straight up toward his belt and she guided her hips along that path. Her father's hands held her tight and pushed her firmly down into his lap.

"Unhhh," Jamie whined as his shaft stimulated her clit wonderfully. "Oh God daddy..."

She was already so aroused, but when her dad reached a hand up and under the dress she was on fire. His fingers inched high enough to encounter her bra; but when he didn't find one he wasn't entirely surprised. Just before his hand came to cup her soft breast, Bill realized he'd never seen Jamie's breasts. Sure, he'd caught a glimpse of them in one of her tiny little shirts, but with his hand resting just below, Bill held his breath.

Jamie kept grinding on her father's lap while waiting for him to move his hand higher. The tingling feeling continued to spread from her core to her limbs, from her limbs to the tips of her fingers. When her daddy's hand finally encircled the bottom of her tit she moved her hand over his quickly to close it. The sensation of his large palms holding her gently quickly brought her orgasm close at hand. He pawed, he squeezed, testing the softness and bounce of her breast. This, of course, had Jamie moaning and writhing fast in her father's lap.

"Unhh... unhhh... unhhhh..." cried Jamie, "Daddy you're gonna make me cum... your big cock feels so... unhhh... good!"

Bill worried that someone might hear them, or walk in to see him feeling up his daughter while she humped his lap desperately. But he couldn't stop her... he wouldn't. Her bottoms were so wet that they were leaving a damp spot on his slacks, and still he only urged her down harder. The layers of cloth between his daughter's bare pussy and his solid shaft dulled the sensitivity, but the sheer weight of their forbidden actions were really getting Jamie going.

It was too much for her and seconds later, with a gasp and clench of her thighs, Jamie was cumming in her daddy's lap. The teenager had to bury her head in her father's shoulder to silence her cries, but still she worked her mound over her father's bulging pants. She was quivering and unsteady as she did.

Bill adored his baby girl and the level of satisfaction he'd brought her. He'd given her exactly what she needed after a tough morning of dreaming that her dad might help her cum like he had the day before. He was ecstatic to help her, but now he was stuck with a hard-on like no other and frenzied desire to lay Jamie on the desk and ravage her.

He did just that, and Jamie barely noticed for her head was still rattled by the effects of her climax. The added pressure of her father''s hips against her own didn't help it clear as he laid her on the desk. Bill had easily lifted the tiny brunette and placed her where he wanted her. As he scrunched the sweater up her lithe body it shuffled and creased the papers he'd been grading. He couldn't have cared less. His hands quickly moved to his belt. Bill was going to be buried inside his beautiful teenager once and for all.

His pants fell, and his fingers fumbled to Jamie's waist. He would have ripped off her panties but he needed to be more gentle with her.

"Daddy what are you doing?" Jamie asked when she finally came around.

"Shhh baby, daddy's going to fuck you now, okay?"

Jamie was worried, she had come into his office wanting something, but this was more than she'd bargained for.. The bulge in her father's boxer briefs looked big... too big. And not on his desk in the middle of the school day!

"NoooOoo..." she whined, "we shouldn't... we can't Daddy."

Bill wasn't hearing her, instead focusing his energies on keeping Jamie still so he could remove her miniature black underwear His own daughter had just humped herself into orgasm and he intended to show her how to make her father feel good too. His cock throbbed to be released and then enveloped in Jamie's tight quim.

"Daaaad...nooo..." she protested, drawing it out when his bulge came in contact with her bare clit. Her legs hung down over the edge of the desk, panties stretched between her feet.. 'This is really going to happen,' she thought. Jamie didn't know whether to be scared or excited; wasn't this what she wanted all along? His penis looked so large that she was worried what it might do to her,

And then the bell rang.

The two of them held still until the long drone overhead stopped. Bill took stock of his daughter: face still flushed, her dress bunched just above her perfect little nipples and her tiny opening was waiting to accept him. Jamie's eyes didn't leave her father's as he loomed over her. What was he going to do?

Jamie's socks brushed the backs of her father's legs, jolting him out of his transfixion. Bill couldn't make up his mind. Should he just do it, should he take his daughter's virginity right there in the middle of his office? He certainly wanted to, and she was so vulnerable and ready for it.

He was taking too long; Jamie started to worry she would be late for class again. Ms. Sherman was the one who caught her in the closet with that boy and she didn't want to test her again. Jamie slowly slipped to her feet, unable to help her tiny mound from coming in contact with her father again.

She pulled her dress down and smoothed it out over her thighs. Watching her nude little body disappear was a terrible thing, especially as the sweater material covered up her youthful breasts

"Sorry Daddy... I have to go." There really was remorse in Jamie's eyes as she said it. She leaned in close, putting a hand on her father's chest and standing on tiptoe "But you can fuck me after school if you still want to..."

It was jarring to hear Jamie talk that way. Bill was speechless as his teenager kissed him on the lips and walked toward the door.

"Thank you daddy," she said with a big smile. "I feel much better now, I promise I'll pay you back later. I get out of cheerleading at 4:30"

Bill grimaced. 'What a tease,' he thought to himself. He felt like grabbing her by the arm and pinning her against the wall so he could call in her promise immediately. From the looks of it she was going to be a very tight fit; he might have to take his time helping her adjust. He knew he was well endowed, perhaps more-so considering how tiny Jamie's pussy was, but he looked forward to filling her up regardless.

It must have taken Bill a full hour to get even a moment of work done. Even then, he was doing it half-mast. And just when he started to return to his papers, a glance down below his desk revealed Jamie's pair of sexy black underwear. He reached down to grab them just before the bell rang, shoving them quickly in his pocket.

Students filed in for his last class of the day. But no matter what he tried, he could not get his mind off of finding Jamie and releasing all his pent-up arousal deep into her young, snug insides. Even the glimpse of other pretty high schoolers in his class had Bill pining to be with his daughter again. The damp black lingerie that he kept thumbing in his pocket was calling to him, convincing him of what he had to do.

He wanted her so by the time class ended that he was out the door before any of his students. He glided down the halls, checking first at her locker and then the place in the lobby where all the cheerleaders seemed to congregate. She wasn't in either place. Downstairs he checked the gym, and didn't see any of the girls out on the floor warming up for practice. As Jenny, another cheerleader walked toward the girls' locker room, he called out to her .

"Tell Jamie her father needs to see her right away, will you Jenny?"

"Sure Mr. Reynolds!" she responded. Jenny was always curiously nice to him.

Inside the locker room Jamie's friend relayed the message. Girls who overheard "ooo-ed" and "ahh-ed" or taunted that Jamie was in trouble. Jamie herself wondered what her dad could want badly enough to pull her out of practice. Quickly she pulled on the rest of her cheerleading outfit. They had really gotten away with showing a lot of skin this year, with a halter-top and skirt that barely covered her behind. Of course, they had matching boy-shorts to cover up on spin and jump moves, but in her haste Jamie hadn't put them on. It reminded her of earlier that day, which obviously brought a certain heat beneath her skirt.

Sure enough, her father was waiting close by.

"Hey Dad, what's up..." Jamie started, but her father interrupted.

"You're not in trouble Jamie but follow me." He grabbed her by the arm and quickly led her across the gym. Jamie was nervous but admittedly excited about what was going on. She always liked it when boys were a little agressive; her father's strong grasp sent butterflies fluttering through her tummy.

When they reached the other side of the gym she thought he would take them through the exit doors next to the bleachers. Instead she watched her father check around them, standing next to the plastic panels blocking entry beneath the bleachers. When he seemed sure nobody was watching, Bill ducked behind the false wall and dragged his daughter with him.

It was darker there; nobody could see without looking for them. Once they were both safely concealed, Bill pulled his daughter in close and pressed her against the wall of the 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 real.

"It feels so big daddy," she said admiringly, but with apparent nervousness in her voice.

"It will be okay honey, I promise to go slow."

Still she ran her hand up and down the length of his shaft. She wanted to tease him like he had done to her. But now, with the amazing feeling of her father working his finger in and out of her pussy to his second knuckle, Jamie wanted to finally know what having her daddy's penis inside of her would feel like. At long last, she grabbed his waistband and tugged it over him and down around his thighs

Bill's cock sprung free of his underwear impressively; it looked over eight inches long and very thick. The way they were standing it was dangerously close to his daughter's virgin hole; it made both of them hold their breath for a second as reality set in.

Jamie carefully took him in her hand. Her father groaned appreciatively as his daughter finally touched him the way he'd wanted for too long. Her hand looked miniature wrapped around Bill's cock, but it felt fantastic when she began sliding it up and down like she heard she was supposed to.

Bill involuntarily closed the distance between his hips and Jamie's. Only a few more inches and he'd be positioned to make her a woman.

"I've never had sex before dad, but aren't we supposed to use a condom?" Jamie questioned innocently.

"Yes baby." her father said, respiring heavily, "but it's okay, I'll be careful."

Inexperienced as she was, she was right, but he couldn't stop now. Jamie wouldn't have allowed him to anyway, but his promise calmed her. They both knew Jamie wasn't on birth control, her mother wouldn't allow it. It made their secret even riskier, and all the more exhilarating.

"I had my period two weeks ago daddy, so we have to be REALLY careful.. okay?" The way she continued stroking him, picking up speed even, made it impossible for Bill to say anything that might stop them now. Even if she was at her most fertile, nothing could stop him fucking her now.

Jamie made like she would get on her knees; she knew a little about how to give a blowjob, and she wanted to make her dad happy. But he stopped her before she could kneel before him. Pulling her back up to face him, he kissed her, looked into her eyes and said,

"Later sweetie, I can't wait any longer to make love to you," he told her.

Jamie wore the biggest smile he'd ever seen, she felt a warmth deep inside her and a twinge of nerves.

"Take it in your hand," her father instructed. Jamie complied. "Now point it at your ... ahhh right there..." Her father was cut off as Jamie got ahead of him. His tip came into contact with her mound and was immediately coated with her wetness.

"Are you ready... are you sure... my bad little daughter?" As he said it Bill was nudging his tip against Jamie's opening - it felt incredible to both of them.

"Yes Daddy..."

"Tell me you want it," he asked.

"Ugghh... I want it," she said, squirming as his tip kneaded her clit.

"Are you going to take my virginity?" Jamie asked. She pulled at him, her hand still encircling his rod as he lingered outside of her. "Ooohh... are you daddy?...or are you going to just talk about it."

Bill scoffed, hesitating a moment at her edginess, and then promptly accepting her challenge.

He pushed forward.

Jamie's lips protested, but gave way.

Bill's tip, the whole thing, but only that, was finally fit snugly inside her. The feeling was inexplicable. Jamie, who was experiencing it for the first time, adored the warmth bestowed in her by her dad's invading head. And Bill had never felt something so snug and inviting; they both wanted more.

With one leg lifted and wrapped around his naked thigh to allow him access, Jamie stood helpless but fulfilled as her dad slid in further.

There was pain at first.

Bill paused, far from entirely within his little girl.

"Are you okay Jamie?" He asked lovingly; the look on her face demanded he check.

"Oh Dad...uhhhhhhh..." she panted needily, "Daaad..."

Jamie's chest heaved.

She was too arousing a sight. He urged just a bit further.

Jamie howled.

Worrying they would be heard he stopped moving.

"Shhhhhh honey," he consoled, placing a finger over her lips. Luckily the noise level in the gym was full of cheerleaders and part of band practicing. "Do you want to stop? Does it hurt too bad."

Bill hoped to God she didn't.

"NO!" Jamie cried in a hushed voices, "No Daddy, no... Keep going, I can be a big girl for you...uhhhhh... and your...oohhhh," Her father had continued channelling into her, "your big... ohmygod...thick...unnhh... cock."

By the time she finished saying it Bill was as far as he could go. Standing the way they were he could not shove all the way into his daughter's pussy. Jamie was lucky because she was having a hard enough time adjusting to her dad's size already.

Impaled and pinned against the wall, Jamie returned a long, desirous kiss from her father. It helped her take her mind off the discomfort of having him inside her, penetrating her for the first time. So did the way his hands seemed to glide around her body, finding all of the right spots to massage her and help her along. When he finally moved again she was ready.

Bill slowly withdrew from his daughter.

Her snug insides gripped him, resisting his exit.

As her entrance gave way to the ridge of his tip, Jamie let out the breath she'd been holding. Bill wanted nothing more than to plunge back inside her, but watching his little girl catch her breath he knew to wait. Instead he swiped a hand under her yellow skirt and grabbed hold of her tender, padded cheek. With the other he palmed her ample breasts.

"Put it back in daddy... please," Jamie begged after a few seconds. She couldn't stand being so empty with his hands provoking her so.

Again he thrust into her, hesitating just inside.

Jamie acted immediately, urging him with her leg from behind.

She whimpered as her dad drove inward.

"Ohh fuckkk daaad..." she whimpered.

"Ohh Jamie... my little girl..." her father answered, "you feel so good...you are..." she was listening closely to dull the hurt, "perfect." he whispered in her ear.

Nobody had ever told her that. Jamie, now speared again by her father, wanted nothing more than to make him as happy as he was making her. The ache of her lost virginity was passing, replaced by the slow piston of her daddy in her pussy. She did what she could to rock her hips to meet him.

By the third or fourth time he entered her, Jamie lost count. Bill quickened his thrusts to a level he thought his daughter could handle, higher still when he felt her returning his movements. He could feel every inch of her insides as he slid past, and she him. Young as she was there was moisture soaking their junction and easing Bill's repeated entry into her forbidden teenage pussy.

Moments later, Bill was holding his daughter's ass firmly and plunging into her again and again. His head was nuzzled into her neck and between enamored kisses and flicks of his tongue, Jamie could feel her father's breath heavy on her skin.

"You're so bad daddy..." she hissed in his ear, "oooohhh...you're the naughty one..."

"Is that right... uhhh... my little daughter who humped my lap...ughh.. . until you came?"

He thrust harder, prodding a little deeper into her.

"You're the one... ohh fuck daaaadd... who pulled me out of practice...uhhhh uhhhh uhhhh... so you could take my virginity..."

"My little teenager...who doesn't wear panties to school...and lets boys feel her up in the locker room." he was fucking Jamie hard enough to see her breasts shudder with each thrust.

Jamie gasped, "it was the janitor's closet," she whispered back and pushed her father away with a hand on his chest. His cock slid out of her and sprang to attention awaiting her next move.

"Well then daddy," she replied with attitude. Turning around, Jamie slid her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and shimmied out of it, bending at the waist. "If you're not as naughty as me," she was glancing back at him over her shoulder, "then maybe you shouldn't fuck me doggy while while I take off my skirt for you"

Sure enough, wonderfully naked, with only the steel supports of the bleachers and dim light for a backdrop, Jamie bent over and wiggled her butt at her dad. And before she could stand up, her father took a quick step forward, directed his tip to her bare, tender opening, and penetrated her once again.

"Unnnnnhhhhh..." Jamie cried out, covering her mouth as she caught herself.

Carefully but deliberately Bill drove into his daughter once more. He didn't give her much time to catch her breath either; her challenge motivated him to take her more forcefully this time.

Jamie braced hersel