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Jamie let the hot water streaming from the shower wash over her, soaking her long raven hair and rinsing it free of the shampoo she had just finished massaging into it. The water ran down the length of her body, the needle spray pelting her breasts, sensitizing her nipples, and forming a river between them which ran down her smooth, taut tummy and over the sparse triangle of neatly trimmed hair between her muscled thighs. Jamie picked up the soap from the dish and began lathering her lean body, working the suds into a thick foam as she ran the soap in circles over her full breasts, her fingers lightly brushing across her taut nipples, before moving down over her abdomen. She lathered up the triangle of dark hair between her legs, letting her fingers lingeringly trace up and down the lips of her teenage pussy, feeling them swell with blood as she teased them, dragging her nail lightly up them. Losing herself in the combined sensations of the pulsating hot water and her fingers, she pulled back the hood of her clit, letting her soapy finger trace circles around it, her long perfectly sculpted nail tracing it lightly. She was rocked out of her reverie by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Jamie froze, her fingers still lightly touching the lips of her sex, and listened. She eased back the edge of the blue shower curtain and peeked out. Standing next to the shower, eyes still mostly closed by sleep, dark hair silvering at the temples standing up in a rat's nest of tangles, was her father. He stood in front of the toilet with his worn burgundy bathrobe hanging open. Jamie could see his swollen penis as he forced out the first piss of the morning. Jamie couldn't pull her attention away from her father's engorged member. Her fingers began teasing the swollen lips of her sex more urgently as she examined him through the narrow part in the shower curtain. At eighteen, she was still a virgin. She had thus far resisted all the overtures of Jeremy, her quarterback boyfriend, to give in and have sex as "a sign of her love for him". Her father's penis…or cock, as her boyfriend liked to call it…was the first she had ever seen outside of sex education textbooks. She was amazed by the thickness of it…and realized that it wasn't even fully erect! Her father finished urinating and, still half asleep, reached forward and depressed the handle on the back of the toilet, flushing it. The water of the shower grew scalding hot for a moment, and Jamie let out a little yelp and jumped. Her father's eyes widened as he looked towards the shower. Jamie pulled back from the crack in the curtain just in time. She would die of embarrassment if Daddy caught her looking at him! "Sorry princess." Her father mumbled sleepily. "Wasn't thinking. Need coffee." "It's okay Daddy." She called, her voice slightly strained, as he stumbled back out of the bathroom towards the kitchen to make the desperately needed extra strong, extra black brew he started out each day with. He shut the door behind him and Jamie leaned back against the wall of the shower stall. She was amazed to find that her fingers were still busily stroking her clit. "This is wrong." She told herself, as she leaned back, water running over her, and began fingering herself with more urgency. "Thinking about Daddy and playing with my pussy in the shower. I'm such a naughty slut!" The thoughts only seemed to turn her on more. She rolled her clit between her fingers, then pinched it hard, gasping slightly at the sharp pain, before she released it and gasped anew at the rush of blood returning. "He's not really my father, though," she thought, her fingers trailing down her plump labia. "He's Daddy, of course…but Mom didn't marry him until I was a year and a half old. I've always known he's not my biological father…but he's always been my Daddy…even after Mom died." Jamie thought briefly about her mother, who had died in an automobile accident when Jamie was ten years old. Then other thoughts invaded her mind…thoughts of Daddy and Mom in bed. Thoughts of Daddy fucking Mom with that huge cock. Thoughts of Mom writhing in the bed beneath him, arching her body up to meet his thrusts. And somehow, as two fingers began stroking in and out of her tight passage, the image of her mother bucking and moaning beneath her father changed and became an image of her, Jamie, bucking and moaning beneath him. She could feel his thick cock buried deep within her. She could feel his mouth kissing her. She could feel his strong body pressing her down against the mattress. Suddenly, unexpectedly, Jamie's body tensed and she choked out a low moan as she was wracked by an intense orgasm. The other orgasms she had brought herself to over the years seemed minor compared to this one. She felt her knees going weak, and lowered herself, crouching in the corner of the tub, as she tried to get her breathing and pulse back under control. Jamie tensed suddenly as she heard the door to the bathroom open again. "Princess? Save some hot water for Daddy, okay?" Her father called. Then she heard the bathroom door closing again. She quickly finished showering and shut the water off, pulling back the curtain and stepping out onto the rug. She dried off quickly, wrapping the damp towel around her hair, and grabbed her pink silk robe off the hook on the back of the door, hurriedly putting it on and exiting the bathroom. "All finished Daddy." She called as she went into her bedroom to fix her hair and make up and dress for school. - - - - - Kevin Allen walked into the bathroom recently vacated by his teenage daughter and hung his ratty burgundy robe on the hook on the back of the door. He hung the clean towel he'd just grabbed from the linen closet on the rack next to the tub and pulled back the shower curtain. As he did so, he could have sworn he caught the lingering scent of a woman's sex. He smiled to himself and shook his head, passing it off as his imagination, as he stepped into the tub and turned on the shower. "Been too long without a woman, old man." He thought to himself as he stepped under the stream. He had been a widower for eight years, and though he had tried to date a few times, he'd never felt the connection he'd had with Jenny. Jenny was Jamie's mother. They'd been high school sweethearts until he had graduated, two years before her, and gone off to college. When he'd graduated from college and returned home, he'd run into her again, and discovered she had an 8-month-old daughter. The girl's father had knocked her up their senior year of high school, then refused to have anything to do with her, denying it was his child. With assistance from her parents, Jenny had not only been able to keep and raise Jamie, but was enrolled in the autumn semester at the local community college. Kevin had started dating Jenny again, casually at first, until it slowly reached the point that they were spending all their free time with one another. And not just the two of them. Kevin went out of his way to find things that he, Jenny and Jamie could all do together. He had never stopped loving Jenny, and falling in love with Jamie was easy. On December 31st, 1984 Kevin had asked Jenny to marry him. She had said yes, and on May 15th, 1985 they had become Mr. and Mrs. Kevin Allen, and baby. Kevin had officially adopted Jamie a year later. They had lived as a blissfully happy family until December 20th, 1991. Jenny was coming back from Christmas shopping. The roads were slick with ice. Another car, driven by a man who had had too much to drink at the company Christmas party, spun out of control on the ice and slammed into her, causing her car to spin out of control and roll, sliding on it's roof into the median. She had died instantly. None of these thoughts, of course, were on Kevin's mind that crisp October morning. No…the thoughts of Jenny's death, the thoughts of romancing and proposing to her, even the thoughts of their blissful marriage were far from his mind that morning with the faint hint of female arousal in his nostrils in the shower. What Kevin was thinking about was the sex he and Jenny had. Jenny had discovered after reading "The Story of O" that she was a submissive, and had helped bring out the Dominant personality traits within Kevin. They had explored these aspects of themselves, and had soon settled very comfortably into the roles of Master and slave. This had not only strengthened the bond they had as husband and wife, removing the petty fights so many couples have over control of the marriage, it had also ignited their sex life. Kevin leaned back against the wall of the shower and began stroking his soapy hand up and down the length of his rapidly swelling cock, eyes closed as he thought about the good times with Jenny. Images of Jenny kneeling before him, worshipping his cock with her lips and tongue. Images of Jenny, laying across the bed, ass striped by his belt, pleading for more as her juices flowed from her cunt down the inside of her thighs. Images of Jenny, covered in sweat, writhing beneath him, begging for permission to cum. With a groan Kevin released the load that had rapidly built in his balls…spraying it onto the floor of the shower and opening his eyes to watch it whirlpool down the drain. Then he quickly finished showering and turned off the water, stepping out of the tub and drying off and wrapping the robe around him before opening the door to let the steam out so he could shave. Kevin opened the door to find Jamie standing there, hand raised as if ready to knock. At eighteen, she stood 5 foot 5 inches tall, weighed 115 pounds, all firm and toned due to cheerleading and volleyball, and had bright blue eyes and raven hair hanging all the way down her back to her waist. She was dressed in the blue and gold cheerleading uniform of her High School. "Jeremy's here, and I'm off to school, Daddy. I'll see you after the game!" She smiled brightly at him, then leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. "Don't be too late Princess." He called after her as she hurried to the front door. As she turned to smile at him again, it occurred to Kevin for the first time that she looked just like her mother. - - - - - Jamie sat bored in her Mythology class as her teacher, a plain middle aged woman with a monotonous voice, droned on and on about Oedipus the King. Though Ms. Duncan possessed absolutely no public speaking skills, she insisted on providing an oral recap for the less studious pupils in her class. Unlike most of her classmates in this course, an elective she had taken to pad out her senior year, Jamie had already read and fully comprehended Sophocles' play about the King that gouged his own eyes out after his mother, upon learning she had married her son, had committed suicide. Jamie fidgeted in her seat, trying to get comfortable, as her mind attempted to drown out the sound of Ms. Duncan's voice. She doodled idly in her notebook and let her mind begin to wander. Images of her father's swollen penis kept popping into her mind. She couldn't help but fantasize about what it would look like fully erect. And the thought of what it might feel like penetrating her made her shudder. She couldn't imagine anything so large actually fitting inside her tight pussy. She'd never been able to fit more than two of her slender fingers inside of herself. She began to wriggle slowly in her chair as the naughty thoughts of her father caused her to grow warm. She felt a tightening in her tummy, and realized that she was growing wet between her legs. Her clit had swollen and begun to throb. Shaking her head to clear the images that had invaded her mind, she raised her hand. Ms. Duncan paused in the middle of a sentence and looked at her. "Yes, Jamie?" she asked, peering at the young girl over the rim of her glasses. "M-may I go to the restroom, Ms. Duncan?" Jamie asked, her voice slightly husky. "Of course, dear." Ms. Duncan answered, before turning her attention back to her notes to try and locate her lost train of thought. Jamie got up and walked quickly out of the classroom and down the hall to the girls' restroom. She pushed open the door and walked inside, relieved to discover she was the only one there, and crossed quickly to the last stall, pulling the door shut behind her. She dropped her panties and lifted her skirt before sitting on the toilet seat. Her hand dove for the swollen lips of her sex, fingers teasing back the hood of her clit and revealing the throbbing jewel. She rapidly stroked and teased her clit with the fingers of her right hand, her left hand first sliding up to pinch at her nipples through her sweater, then moving down to caress her labia, parting them and feeling the moisture flowing from her, then teasing the quivering mouth of her tunnel. As she stroked herself to an intense orgasm, her mind was filled with thoughts of her Daddy, and all the dirty, totally wrong things she wanted him to do to her. She was unable to suppress the long, low moan that escaped as her orgasm rocked her body. "What is wrong with me?" She thought as she took some toilet tissue off the roll and began wiping herself dry. "This is SO not right. He's my DADDY!" Jamie dropped the drenched toilet tissue into the bowl between her legs, then stood and pulled her panties back up, smoothing her skirt down. She turned and pushed down the plunger, flushing the toilet, and opened the stall door. She went to the sink and washed her hands, then looked into the mirror to check her hair. "He is a very attractive man." She thought as she took her hairbrush from her purse and began running it through her long raven locks. "A girl could do much worse. I think I'll probably end up marrying a boy just like him. But will that boy be enough like him to get me as excited as thoughts of Daddy do?" Jamie frowned at herself in the mirror. "STOP IT!" She told her reflection. "Maybe it's time you stopped fighting off Jeremy after all." Jamie sighed, and put her brush back into her bag. She sprayed herself quickly with some cologne, hoping to hide any lingering traces of her musky aroma, then exited the restroom and returned to class. - - - - Kevin let himself wearily into the house, shutting the front door behind him, and tossing his sports coat across the back of the sofa as he walked over and collapsed into his recliner. He'd had a rough day at work, and just wanted to relax for a few minutes. Kevin was a Professor of English Literature at the local university, and his day had been monopolized today with staff meetings and student conferences, in addition to his lecture on Sir Tristram and Lady Iseult. Kevin suddenly noticed how quiet the house was, and called out "Jamie?", before remembering that there was a football game tonight. Jamie would be cheerleading at that, and then she and that moron jock Jeremy would go out with their friends to either celebrate the victory or commiserate the loss. Which meant pizza for dinner. Wearily, Kevin pulled himself back up out of his recliner, and walked into the kitchen. He took the phone off the hook and punched in the numbers for the pizza parlor listed on the magnet stuck to the side of the refrigerator. After ordering a large pepperoni, he hung the phone back up and opened the cupboard over the refrigerator. He reached up and took the bottle of bourbon down, then retrieved a double old-fashioned glass from the cupboard next to the sink. He poured in a double shot of bourbon, then added ice and topped it off with cola from the 2 liter bottle in the door of the fridge. Kevin took his drink and walked back into the living room to watch television while he waited for his pizza to be delivered. He flipped through the stations until he found "Casablanca" just starting on the classic movie channel, and settled in for a night of pizza, bourbon, and Bogart. - - - - Jamie sat on the bleachers of the darkened High School football stadium with a group of her fellow cheerleaders who were, of course, also dating members of the team. She listened, feigning interest, to the inane teenage girl chatter as they waited for the boys to finish showering and changing. "I don't know why I hang out with these airheads." She thought to herself as they went into a fit of giggling over some teen heartthrob she wasn't familiar with. She didn't watch the typical teenage television shows, preferring to spend a quiet evening reading, or watching whatever Daddy was watching. Being the daughter of an English professor, she had an appreciation for arts and literature that just wasn't considered "popular" by those that decide such things. And deep down inside, Jamie feared not being accepted. So she dated the quarterback, constantly telling herself that he was a diamond in the rough, and with encouragement he could rise above the typical jock mentality, and she hung out with the cheerleaders, and pretended to be interested in what they had to say. And she kept her opinions to herself, so that she would be considered part of the "in" crowd. One of the other cheerleaders, a girl with the unlikely name of Amethyst, made a catty comment about the President of the Honor Society, and Jamie, taking her cue from the others, laughed along, secretly cringing inside. Jamie was a member of the Honor Society, but her fellow cheerleaders forgave her for that, blaming her brains on her father, and making allowances for that because, after all, she was a cheerleader. "I wonder what Daddy did for dinner tonight?" She wondered as the conversation degraded into another fit of giggles. "Probably ordered a pizza again." She thought to herself, smiling slightly. "That man would live on pizza and Chinese take-out if I wasn't there to take care of him!" And it was the truth. After her mother had died, Kevin had done a wonderful job of providing a loving, supportive environment for his daughter, but had unfortunately lacked the necessary culinary skills to provide a diet that was both healthy AND tasty. So Jamie had taken it upon herself to learn to cook. Shortly after that, she noticed how tired Daddy looked one night after working all day, as he took a load of laundry down to the basement. The next day, when he got home from work, he was surprised to find that she had done all the laundry for him, and also straightened up the house. It didn't take long before Jamie had completely taken over the management of the house. When she was sixteen, she had even started balancing his checkbook for him. Kevin had talked to Jamie about applying to various colleges around the country. With her intelligence and grades, he was certain she could attend any university she wanted, probably on an academic scholarship. Jamie had insisted she would go to the local college, the one he taught at. "Who would take care of you if I went away?" she had asked, smiling at him teasingly and sticking out her tongue. He had laughed and hugged her. Jamie smiled to herself, thinking about that hug. She and Kevin had a very affectionate relationship. He believed in hugging and kissing her often, wanting to make sure she never doubted how much he loved her. She realized from the psychology classes that she had taken that he was over-compensating in a way for the fact that he was not her biological father. But she didn't mind. She had never doubted her Daddy's love, and never felt as safe and secure as when she was in his arms as he hugged her. "When I find a boy that makes me feel that way, I'll marry him!" She had always told herself. Sitting there, on the bleachers, the sound of teenage chatter surrounding her, Jamie thought about her Daddy's hugs. Then she thought about the images she'd had in the shower, and in Mythology class. She shifted a little on the hard surface of the bleacher as she felt herself get warm between the legs. Her mind was filled with thoughts of her Daddy hugging her and kissing her, but not in the way a Daddy kisses his daughter. In the way lovers hug and kiss. She could almost taste his lips on hers as she thought of pressing her tight, young body against him. She imagined what his penis…no…his cock would feel like pressing against her. Jamie could feel herself growing wet as her mind conjured an image of Daddy between her legs, fucking her hard with his beautiful cock, stretching open her tight young cunt, while he groaned out her name…"Ohhhhh…Jamie…Jamie…" "Jamie!" Amethyst said again, snapping her fingers under Jamie's nose. "Wake up, girl, the guys are coming!" Jamie shook her head and focused, seeing the football team, laughing and joking, all in their blue and gold letter jackets, emerging from the locker room. She stood, hoping that the warmth on her face didn't indicate that she was blushing, and tried to smile as Jeremy walked up to her. "Hi there gorgeous!" Jeremy said as he took her in his arms and kissed her. She felt his tongue probing at her lips, and parted them slightly, letting him dart it in just a bit before pulling back. Jeremy was 6 foot 1 inch, 210 lbs of muscle, with wavy sandy brown hair and sparkling green eyes. He was, as her fellow cheerleaders would say, a hunk. She just wished she felt as safe and secure in his embrace as she did in Daddy's. "Ready to go?" He asked her, taking her by the arm and guiding her toward the car, not waiting for an answer one way or the other. "We're going over to Randy's house, have some brewskis, order a pizza. Sound good?" Jeremy let go of her arm as they got to his Camaro, walking over to the driver's side and sliding behind the wheel. He looked at Jamie, standing by the passenger door, through the window. "It's unlocked." He said. Jamie sighed and opened the door, sliding in beside him and buckling her seat belt. "A gentleman would have opened the door for me." She told him icily. Jeremy just laughed and started the car, pulling out of the school parking lot with a squeal of tires. "Daddy would have opened the door for me." Jamie thought as Jeremy accelerated. - - - - Kevin mixed himself another bourbon and cola, his third, and put the remains of the pizza in the refrigerator. He didn't normally drink heavily, but it had been a really hard day, he had nothing planned for his Saturday morning, and he needed to relax. Besides, the classic movie station seemed to be showing a Bogart festival, and bourbon and Bogart just seemed to go together, somehow. He almost wished he hadn't given up smoking fifteen years earlier. He glanced up at the clock. 11:30. The game would be over, and Jamie and Jeremy would be out some place with their friends. Kevin really wished Jamie would date someone more worthy of her, but he remembered how important it was to be accepted in high school. He also remembered how Jenny, Jamie's mother, had worried so much about being accepted. She had always seemed to have a low self-image, and always seemed to need the approval of others. That's how she'd gotten mixed up with the boy who had knocked her up, in fact. Jenny had been a cheerleader, just like Jamie. The boy who had gotten her pregnant, then refused to take responsibility, had been a football player. He sipped his drink and thought again about how much Jamie resembled her mother. Then he thought about her being out with that Neanderthal Jeremy. "If he touches her, I'll kill him." He muttered to himself, trying to turn his attention back to the movie. His mind refused to focus on the black and white image, though. It preferred to show him scenes of Jamie pinned down in the seat of Jeremy's Camaro, as he had his way with her. Or was it an image of Jenny and the Neanderthal that had used her? Either way, Kevin could feel his anger growing. He glanced up at the clock again. 11:45. "She'd better not be out too late." He grumbled, and took another sip of his drink. - - - - Jamie sat stiffly in the car seat, staring straight ahead out the windshield, as Jeremy leaned over and tried to slide his tongue between her tightly clenched lips. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of beer on his breath and pulled her head back. Jamie had insisted they leave the party after she had caught Jeremy in the kitchen with a couple of his team-mates, passing around a joint. She had ignored the beer, knowing that getting together and finishing off a couple of cases was what the football team traditionally did after a game, but she was not about to tolerate marijuana. So she had put her foot down. Instead of taking her home, though, Jeremy had driven her to the lake, where kids traditionally went to park. Jamie hadn't said anything about it at the time, because she was pissed off and planned on giving Jeremy an earful. He had pulled up next to the dock, with the view of the moon reflecting off the calm waters before them. She had sat quietly, waiting for him to say something. When he had leaned over, she had vowed to remain still and silent as a statue, and resist his clumsy attempts at seduction. Jeremy tried again to press his tongue between her lips, at the same time cupping her right breast through her sweater. Jamie swatted his hand and pushed him away, turning her head. "NO, Jeremy!" she said between clenched teeth. Unfortunately, her action caused his hand to drop to her thigh. Jeremy took this as an invitation, and slid his fingers under the hem of her short cheerleading skirt to touch the crotch of her panties. She felt his grope, and slapped him. Jeremy grinned and grabbed her wrist, ripping at the thin fabric of her panties with his other hand. Jamie slapped him with her free hand, using her nails to scratch a ragged, bloody trail down his cheek. "I SAID NO!" She screamed at him. She heard the cotton of her panties rip away and felt the cool night air against her now bare body. She smacked Jeremy again, and he sat back in his seat, hand stroking the marks on his cheek left by her nails. "What the fuck did you do that for?" He demanded. His voice sounded angry, but he looked like he was about to cry. "I SO don't want to do this, Jeremy. I told you NO. I told you to take me home…not take me to the lake and rape me!" Jeremy sat with his mouth open for a moment, looking at her. "I wasn't trying to rape you." He protested, the implications of the word making it's way through the fog of his brain. "You're my girl…I just thought you'd like to make out. That's what boyfriends and girlfriends do, you know!" "Oh, is it?" She said tersely. "Boyfriends drive their pissed off girlfriends to the lake and maul and grope them against their will and rip their panties? I'm SO glad you enlightened me, Jeremy." "You don't have to be such a bitch about it." He said in a hurt voice. "That's right, Jeremy. I'm a bitch." She yanked the shredded remains of her panties from between her legs and threw them at him. "Here…a little something to remember me by. Because this BITCH refuses to have anything else to do with you. Now TAKE ME HOME!" Jeremy looked at the cotton rag of her panties, then looked at her. His hand dropped to his side and shoved the shredded remnants of her panties into his pocket. "What are you saying, Jamie?" He asked. She could see from the moonlight shining through the windshield that tears were forming in his eyes. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't seem to care, though. "I'm saying that from this moment on you and I are officially broken up. Finished. Now take me home." Jeremy looked like he was about to protest, but finally turned to face forward and started the car. He pulled out of the park and got onto the highway to drive her home, in complete silence. - - - - Kevin poured himself a second cup of coffee and glanced up at the clock. 1:08 am. Two minutes later than the last time he'd checked. He sipped the strong, black coffee as he continued to pace back and forth in the kitchen. After his fourth bourbon and cola, Kevin had decided to make a pot of coffee so he could stay awake until Jamie got home. He knew that the coffee wouldn't help sober him up, but at least he'd be a wide-awake drunk when she came through the door. The more he'd sat and drank and thought about his beautiful young daughter out with that jock strap Jeremy, the more angry he'd become. He couldn't stop the images of her in various obscene positions with the bastard from dancing through his brain. "She's eighteen…old enough to make her own decisions." A voice inside his head kept trying to remind him. "She's eighteen and beautiful and deserves better than that asshole." Answered another voice. And so the pornographic horror story had continued playing on the movie screen inside his brain. But images of Jamie and Jeremy were not the only ones that had haunted him. Other images had kept creeping in. Images of him with Jenny…or was it Jamie? That was the problem. He couldn't tell whether these thoughts he was having were memories of sex with his wife, or fantasies of sex with his daughter. And that was what had prompted him to put away the bourbon and put the coffee on. Kevin paced back and forth, up and down the length of the modern kitchen, sipping his coffee. Trying to clear his mind. "Jenny and I had a great sex life." Kevin thought. "It was perfect, in fact. But stumbling into Dominance and submission with my wife left me ill equipped to go out searching for a new slave after she had died. I know Jenny would have wanted me to remarry. I know she's probably in Heaven angry at me right now for still being single…for not even sleeping with another woman in the eight years since her death. But once you've tasted perfection, how can you ever be expected to settle for less?" The idea of dating made Kevin sick to the stomach. The thought of investing time and money courting a woman in a traditional relationship, only to find out too late that she was vanilla, the term used for anyone not into the kinky sex he and Jenny had been into, was completely distasteful to him. So instead of pursuing the normal sexual urges of a forty year old man, Kevin took satisfaction in his work shaping the minds of the young at the university, and watching his beautiful and brilliant daughter grow into a woman. "A woman without enough common sense to see what a jerk that asshole boyfriend of hers is." He muttered to himself as he drained the last of the coffee from his cup and paced back across the kitchen to refill it. He glanced up at the clock again. 1:25. Kevin lifted the cup to his lips, blowing on the dark liquid, and was about to take a sip when he heard the overly loud engine noises of Jeremy's Camaro pull up in front of the house. He pulled back the curtain on the kitchen window…curtains Jamie had made…and watched as Jamie got out of the car. Jeremy got out of the driver's side and followed her up the walk. Kevin saw him grab her and pull her into his embrace, covering her mouth with his and kissing her. Then he saw Jamie pull away, and resume walking towards the house, Jeremy still walking after her. He lost sight of them as they climbed the steps up onto the front porch. - - - - On the front porch, Jeremy made another lunge to wrap his arms around Jamie. Her hand came flying up and slapped him sharply across the cheek, as her other hand, slamming into the center of his chest, shoved him back. He stood there, hand clutched to his face in disbelief, looking at her. "I told you we are through, asshole." She hissed at him. "Now take your dumb ass back to your car and leave now. Or do I need to yell "RAPE" and get my father out here?" "You wouldn't do that." Jeremy protested. "Besides, I'm not raping you." Jamie gave him a cold smile. "My torn panties are in your jacket pocket." She reminded him. "I have a feeling Daddy would be more than willing to believe me if I told him you tried to rape me." A look of horror clouded Jeremy's face as the reality of her words registered in his brain. He fumbled out the remains of her panties and threw them back at her quickly, then stumbled down the steps and ran to his car. She watched, a satisfied smile on her face, as he started the Camaro and peeled away from the curb. Then she tucked the panties into her purse and opened the front door. * * * * Kevin leaned against the kitchen countertop next to the coffee pot, sipping from his mug, as he heard Jamie open the front door and lock it behind her. She peeked into the kitchen at him. "You didn't have to wait up, Daddy." She told him with a smile. "Of course I did, Princess. I'm your father. I worry about you. Kinda late tonight, aren't you?" "There was a party after the game." She explained. "Then Jeremy and I went to the lake to…talk." Jamie could feel her face flushing crimson at the explanation. She didn't feel comfortable telling Daddy what Jeremy had tried to do, or the reason she had insisted they leave the party early. Kevin watched the blush creep across his daughter's lovely features and set the cup down on the counter. He took a step towards her. "I remember 'talking' from when I was younger, Jamie. I remember the lake, too. Your mother got herself in trouble at that lake, 'talking' with a boy." "It's not like that, Daddy," she said with a sigh. "We weren't doing anything." Kevin took another step towards her, and was certain he caught the smell of female arousal. Jamie watched her father approach, his eyes so intense, and couldn't stop the image of her fantasies from earlier in the day flashing through her mind. She felt her body betray her as she grew damp between her thighs. "Are you having sex, Jamie? Did you let that half-wit, over-muscled bastard touch you?" "NO, Daddy!" Jamie protested. She turned to walk down the hall to her bedroom, hoping to escape this conversation tonight. "We'll talk all about this in the morning, Daddy. Please don't worry about it." Kevin saw her turn away from him and reached out to stop her, grabbing the leather strap of her purse and yanking on it. The strap tore away from the handbag, causing it to drop to the floor, spilling its contents. Her panties, as if by their own volition, landed in a crumpled pile of cotton at his feet. Kevin looked down at the torn bikini panties, then back up at his daughter. Then he crouched down and picked them up, examining the rips in them. Jamie stood frozen before him, unable to turn and walk away, unable to think of anything to say. Kevin slowly guided his gaze up her long legs, to the short hem of her cheerleading skirt. He reached out and lifted it up, revealing the swollen lips of her sex, glistening with the juices she was unable to stop. "Daddy…" She began, her voice sounding so much like that of a little girl. Kevin stood slowly, eyes blazing. Kevin was only a couple of inches taller than his daughter, but tonight Jamie would have sworn he towered over her. He took another step towards her, leaning down so his nose was almost touching hers, his eyes boring into hers as she felt them fill with tears. "Whore!" He growled at her. She felt the tears streaming hotly down her face and tried desperately to think of something to say to make this all right. Kevin reached out and grabbed her savagely by the upper arm, then walked over to his chair, dragging her behind him. She followed along meekly, reverting to the little girl she once was, knowing she was in trouble, knowing she was going to be punished. Kevin sat on the edge of his chair and dragged her face down across his legs. He roughly shifted her into position, then yanked up the back of her skirt, baring her ass. Jamie began to panic as she realized Daddy was getting ready to spank her. Daddy had almost never spanked her. Only when she was very, very bad. "No, Daddy, please…I'm a good girl!" She cried. Kevin raised his hand and swung it, bringing it sharply across her right buttocks. She let out a little cry of pain. "Count them, slut!" He demanded. Jamie stammered out "Wo-wo…One." Kevin raised his hand again, and brought it down across her left buttocks. Jamie yelped and cried out "T-two." Jamie bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation of the next smack. She was filled with a confluence of emotions and sensations, all seeming to battle for supremacy. She felt the shame of having disappointed Daddy. She felt the humiliation of being spanked and having Daddy see her bare ass and her wet pussy, and being called whore and slut. She felt the pain of Daddy's hand sharply smacking her. And in the back of her mind, she felt the comfort of knowing that Daddy was doing this because he loved her. The most confusing thing of all was the arousal she was feeling. Her body was responding to this, and liking it! Kevin smacked her right ass cheek again, listening as she again yelped and called out "Three", then smacked her left ass cheek. This time, instead of yelping, Jamie let out a little moan before calling out "Four." Kevin was suddenly transported back eight years. He had often spanked Jenny. It was something she enjoyed having done to her. He felt the surge of control rush through him, the adrenaline of Domination coursing through his veins, as he raised his hand to strike her right ass cheek again. The right ass cheek of his daughter, who looked so much like his wife. "Mmm…fiiive." Jamie moaned, wiggling slightly on his lap. He could see the nectar flowing from her as he spanked her, he could feel her full breast and the point of her nipple pressing against his suddenly straining cock. He raised his hand again, bringing it down across her left ass cheek. "Si-six, Daddy." Jamie breathed. "Please…" "Please what, slut?" He growled at her, raising his hand again. Jamie paused for a moment, her mind suddenly cloudy, her body seeming to take control of her and override the signals her brain was trying to send her about how wrong this was. "Please may I have another?" She groaned. Kevin grinned and brought his hand down across her ass again, catching the bottom of her right ass cheek where it met the top of her thigh. "Oohhhh…seven…please Daddy may I have another?" Kevin raised his hand, feeling the tingle in his fingers from the impact of his hand against her ass, and brought it down across the bottom of her left ass cheek. "Eight, Daddy…please don't stop!" Jamie begged. "Spank your bad girl…punish your naughty little slut!" She could feel her orgasm building, the heat growing unbearable between her legs. She seemed to be floating, detached from everything, as if in a dream, watching her Daddy spank her naughty whore ass from a distance. Kevin raised his hand and brought it down across the center of her right ass cheek, harder than any of the previous blows, feeling the sharp sting in the palm of his hand. "NINE, Daddy…Please moooooorrrrre!" Jamie was panting heavily now and writhing in his lap. He raised his hand high and brought it down with a resounding crack across her bare left ass cheek. Jamie jerked in his lap and moaned loudly, trying to choke out the word "Ten", but failing as it was overcome with a scream. She twitched for a moment, rubbing against his legs and swollen cock. He felt her juices, flowing from her cunt, soaking through the cotton of his khaki slacks. Kevin pushed her off his lap onto the floor at his feet. As she began to tremble less, she crawled closer and wrapped herself around his feet, kissing his legs. "You naughty, filthy whore." He said, his voice dripping with disgust. "Daddy tries to punish you, and you cum all over my lap. Is this how you behave with your jock boyfriend? Are you his little fucktoy?" "Noooo, Daddy." Jamie moaned, nuzzling his lower legs with her face. "I've never fucked Jeremy, Daddy. I broke up with Jeremy tonight, after he tore my panties. I'm a good girl, Daddy." "Liar!" He roared, reaching down and grabbing a fistful of her hair. He dragged her roughly back up onto his lap, laying her back and yanking up her skirt again, exposing her wet, swollen sex. "You've been letting him have this little cunt, haven't you, slut?" He asked, forcing her thighs apart with his right hand and running his fingers over her engorged lips. "No Daddy…I'm a virgin!" Kevin rammed his middle finger into her, feeling the tight muscles of her cunt clamp down around it, milking it. He stroked his finger back out, looking at her face, then rammed his finger into her again. He stopped as the tip of his finger encountered her still intact hymen. He paused, his finger still buried within her, looking into her eyes, brimming with tears. "You are still a virgin, aren't you Princess?" He asked softly. She nodded her head slowly. Kevin placed his left hand behind her neck and lifted her into a sitting position on his lap. He tried to withdraw his finger from inside of her, but she clenched her muscles down around it. "Jamie…I…" He began. Before he could say anything else, she was kissing him. Her tongue was sliding past his lips, touching his as her hands clutched at him, holding tightly onto him. She rubbed her body against him. She pulled slowly back from the kiss and looked pleadingly into his eyes. "I don't want Jeremy Daddy. I want you. Please don't hate me…please don't send me away…please let me be your little girl. Let me be your little slut please Daddy?" She begged. "Jamie, this…" He started to day, but was once again cut off by her lips on his. She slipped gently to the floor at his feet, quickly removing her cheerleading uniform and bra, appearing nude before him. She leaned in between his legs and her hands nimbly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. The purple, swollen mushroom head of his cock poked out through the opening in the front of his boxers. Jamie reached in and wrapped her small hand around his shaft. Then she leaned in and licked tentatively around the crown. She looked up at him with shining blue eyes. "I've never done this, Daddy. Will you teach me?" She asked. Kevin had to swallow a lump in his throat at the sound of her little girl voice. A small voice in the back of his brain tried to remind him this was his daughter, but it was quickly drowned out by another voice. It was a voice he hadn't heard, or at least hadn't listened to, for eight long years. It was the voice of the Dominant beast inside of him stirring from it's slumber and rising to take charge once more. Kevin reached out and stroked his fingers through Jamie's long, silky raven hair, and guided her mouth to his cock. He tightened his grip in her hair as he pressed down, slowly, allowing her time to adjust to the feeling of his swollen shaft invading her mouth. He continued pressing on the back of her head until he felt himself impact against the back of her throat. He tugged on her hair, guiding her mouth back up the length of his shaft until only the head remained inside. She sucked on the head, swirling her tongue around it like a lollipop. Moaning at the sensation of his beautiful young daughter's mouth and tongue on his cock, Kevin pressed on the back of her head again. This time Jamie lowered her mouth down of her own accord, relaxing the muscles in her throat to allow the swollen crown to slide smoothly into it. She kept her mouth there, sucking softly on it, then slowly bobbed her head back up. She could taste his salty pre-ejaculate as she traced the slit in the end of his cock-head with the tip of her tongue. Jamie began bobbing her head up and down on Kevin's shaft, sucking and licking hungrily at him. Kevin felt his balls start to pulse and yanked sharply up on her hair, pulling her mouth up until only the head remained. She looked up at him with wide blue eyes as she suckled at the swollen head. "Princess…Daddy's about to cum." He told her in a voice hoarse with need. She smiled around his cock and rammed her head down, deep-throating him. With a strangled cry he erupted in her mouth, his cock twitching and pulsing as it emptied thick ropes of his hot seed into her throat. Jamie worked her mouth back up the length of his shaft and sucked on the head, milking it of his cum as he collapsed back into his chair. Jamie let his softening cock drop from her mouth and smiled up at him, licking her lips. "Mmmmmm…Daddy…you taste so good. Are you pleased with your naughty little slut Daddy?" Kevin just smiled weakly and nodded. After a moment, he found his voice again. "You're Daddy's good girl, Princess." He told her, reaching out to caress her cheek with his fingertips. Jamie smiled happily at him and lay back on the floor, stretching her lean body out and spreading her toned thighs, bending her knees to let her feet rest flat on the floor. Her hand trailed down her body, lightly circling one red fingernail around her erect right nipple, then dancing lightly down across her abdomen. She guided her hand down between her thighs and began lightly stroking the swollen lips of her cunt, parting them to show Kevin her drenched entrance, trailing the nail of her middle finger around her engorged clit. Kevin watched, throat dry, as his daughter played with herself on the floor in front of him. He was amazed to discover his cock swelling and lengthening again. He kept his gaze fixed on her, vaguely aware of his fingers working to remove his clothes. Not certain how it happened, he realized he was on the floor with her, kneeling between her thighs. Jamie opened her eyes, glazed with lust, and reached up to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, until his mouth covered hers. She kissed him hungrily, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on her sweet tongue, grazing it with his teeth and swirling his tongue around it. As they kissed, he lowered his body onto hers, so that the head of his now once more rigid cock brushed against the swollen lips of her cunt and teased her throbbing clit. Jamie pulled back from the kiss and moved her mouth close to his ear, letting her tongue flicker out quickly to lick at the shell before whispering softly to him. "Make your little girl a woman, Daddy. Make me Your woman, Daddy." At the sound of her request, Kevin moved his hips, causing the head of his cock to slide down and come to rest at the mouth of her cunt. He could feel the soft petals of her tender young sex pulsing against his heated crown. He looked into her eyes. "Please?" She begged, her eyes shining with a mixture of love and lust. Kevin slowly stroked his cock into her, until the head came into contact with her still intact hymen. He stroked just as slowly back out, determined to take it nice and easy, to cause her as little pain as he could. Jamie seemed to have other ideas, however. She trailed her nails lightly down his back and grabbed hold of his ass. Just as he began to slowly stroke back into her again, she dug her nails into his buttocks and pulled him into her, at the same time arching her body up, impaling her virgin cunt on his shaft. "Gawwwwwdddddddd yeeeeeeeessssssssssssss Dadddyyyyyyyyyy!" She screamed as he felt the strong muscles of her velvet sheath clench down around him and the warm wash of blood from her ruptured maidenhead. He stroked back out, caught up in the exquisite feeling of his daughter's virgin cunt, and rammed into her again, slamming his pelvis into her clit and grinding on it. Jamie wrapped her legs around Kevin's back, pressing the heels of her feet into the top of his buttocks. She slid her arms back up to encircle his neck, digging her nails into his shoulders as he thrust into her again and again. She arched her back up to meet his thrusts, bearing down on the muscles of her pussy to tighten them, to massage his shaft with them. Kevin felt the long dormant beast of his Dominance rising quickly within him, taking charge. He fucked her with a savage, animal passion, driving his cock into her deeper and harder, slamming into her body hard enough to bruise her tender clit, to mark it. His mouth dropped to her neck and he bit down, sucking hard, drawing the blood to the surface to darken her skin and mark her there, too. Jamie felt her orgasm building, threatening to take control of her completely. She realized that she had ceased to exist as a person, becoming nothing more than a life support system for her cunt. Her cunt was all that was important. She was her cunt. "I am my cunt…I am my cunt…" she babbled over and over as Kevin fucked her harder and faster. He raised his head from the dark mark on her neck and looked into her eyes as he heard her words, repeated like a mantra over and over. "I am my cunt…I am my cunt…" "You are MY cunt." He growled at her. Jamie focused on him, the need so obvious in her eyes. "I am YOUR cunt, Daddy…." She panted. "Daddy…I need…I'm gonna…" Kevin rammed deep inside of her again, pinning her to the floor. "Cum for Me cunt…NOW!!" He roared. Jamie screamed and felt her mind and body explode, wrapping herself around him and holding him close as her muscles spasmed, pulsed and throbbed around his cock. Kevin let out another growl as her orgasm pushed him over the edge, feeling his heavy balls pulse violently as they drove his cum up the length of his shaft. The head of his cock swelled painfully within her and exploded, blasting her tender, previously untouched insides with what seemed like gallons of his seed. Slowly the two of them floated back to Earth, the world seeming to fade back into existence around them. Kevin remained buried within Jamie's tight sheath as he kissed her softly. She returned his kiss, holding him tight, as the muscles of her pussy milked his cock, draining it. Kevin slowly withdrew from Jamie and rolled onto the floor next to her, pulling her into his arms. Jamie curled up next to him, head resting on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat slow to normal. She ran her fingers idly through the dark curls on his chest. "Do I still get to be your little girl Daddy…even though I was naughty?" She asked after a moment in a sing-song voice. Kevin kissed the top of her head and smiled, wrapping her protectively in his embrace. "Yes, Princess. You will always be Daddy's naughty little girl." THE END |
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