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The Loving Cheerleader
by Amour (no address provided)

***

What happens when a girl must compete with her father 
for the affection of a high school cheerleader? (Mf, ff, 
ped, reluc, inc, 1st, rom)

***

Part 1

Ashley Baron gazed at her naked reflection in the 
bathroom mirror. Her appearance was much like that of 
any other girl in the high-school sophomore class. She 
had hair that hung to the middle of her neck, a slender 
waist and straight teeth now that her braces were off. 

Guys seemed to like her, which was clearly proven during 
a recent encounter with a testosterone filled schoolboy. 
He had played with her firm little breasts, and she even 
allowed him to rub her pussy until she became excited 
and wet, but she didn't let him know that behind her 
closed eyelids she was secretly fantasizing about a 
young girl named Jordan Fallows.

There was a fearful moment back in ninth grade, when 
Ashley realized that she was attracted to both boys and 
girls, but she had come to terms with it during the past 
year, and now she only wanted to move ahead with her 
life. It seemed so naughty to be rubbing her tingling 
pussy in front of the bathroom mirror, while at the same 
time imagining it was being done by Jordan, the pretty 
high school cheerleader who always seemed to have a 
twinkle in her eye when they passed in the hallway 
between classes.

It was a secret that she didn't want to keep any longer, 
but what would her dad think? He had told her that she 
could confide in him, and that he would always be there 
to support her, but would he still feel the same way if 
he knew that she wanted to be with a girl? Ashley 
watched the reflection of her pointy little breasts in 
the mirror. Tonight she would tell her dad the truth.

That evening Ashley sat down at the dinner table with 
her dad just like she always did. He was a good cook and 
always had a home-made meal on the table at precisely 6 
o'clock, something her mother was never able to do. It 
made her proud to see that he had stayed in shape since 
the divorce, and she thought he would be a great catch 
for some beautiful divorcee, but for some reason he 
didn't seem interested in dating.

"Dad, I have something to tell you. I hope you don't get 
mad." Ashley blushed and looked down at the food on her 
plate.

"Why would I get mad?"

"I don't know. I guess some people think it's bad. 
There's this girl at school who I like, a lot."

"That's nice. Is there something more to it than that?"

"Um, yes. When I say that I like this girl, I mean that 
I want her in a personal way. Imagine if you had a crush 
on some hot secretary at work. That's how I feel."

Isaac Baron swallowed hard. "Oh, I see."

"Dad, please don't think less of me."

Isaac felt goose bumps forming on the back of his neck 
as he looked at Ashley. The revelation had taken him by 
surprise, and the thought of his sweet daughter being 
ravished by a high-school lesbian caused a disturbing 
tension beneath the napkin that lay across his lap.

"I admire your honesty Ashley. I know you're still 
discovering who you are, but in the end, the ability to 
love, and to be loved, is all that matters, and I want 
you to know that I will always love you, just the way 
you are.

"You're the best dad."

They leaned together and hugged over the corner of the 
table. The warm, natural fragrance of his young daughter 
was exhilarating, and that was all it took to reawaken 
the feelings that he had suppressed since his wife had 
gone away. He hadn't been with a woman since the 
divorce.

"Now tell me about this girl. Does she know that you 
like her?"

"Not yet, we're just acquaintances right now. Her name 
is Jordan. She's a year older than me, and she's on the 
cheer-leading squad. She's so pretty and nice. You'd 
love her."

"You're aiming pretty high on this one. Cheerleaders are 
always, shall I say, sought after for companionship. You 
may have some stiff competition."

"I can handle it Dad. I want to show you a picture of 
her." Ashley ran to her bedroom and hurried back with a 
clipping from the school newspaper.

A lump developed in Isaac's throat as he stared at the 
photograph. The lovely teenager was posing in a red and 
white uniform, alongside several other cheerleaders. 
Jordan was more petite and less developed than the other 
girls, but she had sassy attitude that made her stand 
out and be noticed. Wouldn't it be nice to be alone with 
her for just a few hours, and wouldn't it be nice to 
hold her in his arms, with his hands roaming underneath 
that pretty cheerleader uniform.

"Dad, you're staring. Say something. How do you like 
her?"

Isaac's mind returned from his daydream. "Jordan's a 
beautiful girl," he said. "What do you think your 
chances are with her?"

"I don't know. She does have boyfriend, but she doesn't 
seem to be crazy about him."

"Do you want to seduce her?"

"Dad, what a question!" Ashley's cheeks turned red.

The thought of it hadn't occurred to Ashley in the blunt 
way that her father had expressed, but yes, she did want 
to seduce Jordan. She longed to hold the pretty girl and 
feel their breasts rubbing together, and she wanted to 
pull up the skirt of Jordan's uniform and rub her 
cheerleader pussy in the way that only another girl 
would know how.

"I'll get to see her at the basketball game tonight. 
Maybe I can to talk to her then."

"How about taking me to the game with you? I'd like to 
see Jordan in person."

"Okay, that would be fun."

Ashley watched her dad as he cleared the dishes from the 
table after dinner. He was over twice her age, but he 
looked young enough to be her older brother, and his 
physique was more like a gymnast than a middle age 
divorced man. She'd be proud to take him to the game.

The khaki slacks he was wearing fit him snugly as he 
bent over to load the dishwasher, and when he stood up 
the front of his pants bulged outward in a way that she 
had never noticed before. She suddenly felt closer to 
him than she could ever remember, so she went into the 
kitchen and gave him a hug.

The embrace lingered beyond what was typical for them, 
but Ashley liked the way he was running his fingers 
through her hair, so she just melted into his arms. Then 
she became aware that the bulge in his pants was 
pressing between her legs, and she realized that she had 
been gently pressing her hips against him, without 
really thinking about it. Ashley's heartbeat quickened 
as she discerned that her father was discretely rubbing 
himself against the front of her jeans. 

She'd never been hugged like this before, and the 
strange and beautiful feelings flowing through her were 
new as well. She gripped him tightly and was unable to 
resist grinding her crotch over his zipper until she 
felt a felt a tingling sensation flooding upward from 
the wetness between her legs.

"Oh, oh Daddy!"

She shuddered and clung to him as the intense feeling 
slowly drifted away, until once again she was just a 
girl hugging her dad. His strong arms released her and 
she stood back and looked at him, feeling confused and 
embarrassed.

"Dad, we better get going or we'll be late for the 
game."

"You're right, I'll warm up the car."

When they arrived at the high school they found a crowd 
of parents, teachers and students congregated in the 
concourse to the basketball stadium. Ashley led her dad 
through the multitude of people until she spotted the 
cheerleaders coming out of the girls' locker room.

"Dad, follow me." Ashley pulled her dad by the coat 
sleeve to where the group of cheerleaders stood in a 
circle.

"Hey Jordan!" The petite cheerleader smiled when she saw 
his daughter approaching.

"Ashley. Thanks for coming to the game. I see you've got 
a new boyfriend." Jordan winked at Ashley.

"Jordan, I'd like you to meet my Dad."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Baron."

"I'm glad to meet you too, Jordan."

"Ashley, you never told me your dad was so handsome. 
Trying to keep him a secret?"

"I just bring him out on special occasions."

Ashley glanced at her dad and noticed that he was giving 
Jordan's cheerleader outfit a careful study. The 
sleeveless top and short skirt did expose a lot of skin, 
so she couldn't blame him for noticing. Jordan dropped 
one of her pompoms and when she squatted down to pick it 
up the pleated skirt pulled back just enough to reveal 
the red panties underneath. Her dad extended his hand 
and helped the cheerleader back onto her feet, but not 
before he got an eyeful of what was underneath her 
skirt. Jordan noticed his lecherous gaze too, but didn't 
seem to take offense.

"Thank you, Mr. Baron."

"Are you and your boyfriend going out tonight?" Ashley 
asked.

"No, I'm just going home after the game."

"What? I thought you two always went out on the 
weekend."

"We broke up. It's no big deal." The exuberance left the 
pretty cheerleader's face and she looked down at her 
shoes.

"Jordan, why don't you come out with me and Ashley after 
the game? We're going to visit the mall for a while and 
then go home and watch a movie."

Jordan beamed a toothy smile. "I'd love to go out with 
you!"

"Great, we'll see you after the game."

"Okay, see you later Ashley."

They went to a section of bleachers directly in front of 
where the cheerleaders would be performing. Ashley's 
heart teemed with conflicting emotions about the first 
meeting between Jordan and her dad. She was glad that he 
made a good impression, but there was something about 
the way that they looked at each other that made Ashley 
feel like she was on the outside, looking in.

"Dad, I didn't know we were going to the mall."

"Last minute change of plans. Jordan just broke up with 
her boyfriend, so tonight is the perfect time to step 
into her life. She needs someone now."

"I don't know what I'd do without out you Dad. You got 
farther with Jordan in five minutes than I have since 
school started in September. I'm so excited."

"Hey, I'm just here to help."

The cheerleaders launched into a routine whenever there 
was a timeout in the game, and Ashley saw that her dad 
attentively followed Jordan's every move. The petite 
cheerleader seemed to possess an endless amount of 
energy as she jumped, flipped and did the splits, and it 
was amazing how her skirt always seemed to fly up higher 
than the other cheerleaders. Ashley watched Jordan as 
closely as her dad did, and she felt a tingling between 
her legs whenever Jordan looked her way.

They met outside the stadium after the game. Jordan 
called her mom and asked for permission to stay out 
until midnight, but permission wasn't granted until 
Isaac spoke to her mother and reassured her that Jordan 
would be in good hands. Ashley thought it was nice to be 
with a man who knew how to treat a girl, and she took 
mental notes on how her dad complimented Jordan's 
performance during the game, and how he held the door 
open for her when they got to the car.

Jordan sat between them on the front seat with her legs 
parted to an extent that her mother surely wouldn't 
approve, but the sight caused Ashley's heart beat faster 
with the anticipation of what was waiting for her 
between the sexy little cheerleader's smooth thighs.

Isaac parked the car in front of the mall and turned to 
face Jordan. "May I ask why you and your boyfriend broke 
up?"

"It's more like he dumped me for another girl." Jordan 
looked vulnerable for a moment and then wiped a tear 
from her cheek. "He wanted more from me than I was ready 
to give him right now."

Isaac put his arm around the heartsick teenager. "I like 
you, Jordan. You're a good girl. I hope you have fun 
with us tonight."

"I like you too, and I'm glad you asked me out. I'm so 
sick of the phony social life at school."

Isaac stepped out of the car and held the door open as 
Jordan slid off the seat to the pavement. It certainly 
was a treat to be spending time with this beautiful 
young girl. He put his hand on her hip, as if to guide 
her around the back of the car to where Ashley was 
waiting. Her powerful moves as a cheerleader seemed to 
contrast with the delicate feel of her slender waist. 

The girl was fascinating and he found himself being 
inexorably drawn to her, and he couldn't resist letting 
his hand slide down from her waist. Jordan flinched and 
then became perfectly still when his hand brushed the 
pleated skirt and gently squeezed the left cheek of her 
diminutive bottom. Then it was over and they were 
walking toward the mall and Jordan acted like nothing 
had happened, except when she looked back at him with an 
impish smile.

Jordan sashayed past the storefronts knowing that that 
Ashley's dad was watching her every move from close 
behind. The memory of his hand moving over her back side 
reverberated between her legs, leaving a faint dew 
inside her panties. Some people would say that he had 
molested her, but she didn't see it that way. Actually 
it was the ultimate compliment to be desired by an 
attractive and successful man.

Jordan liked to present herself with an air of 
confidence and poise, but inwardly she felt painfully 
insecure. It terrified her to perform the cheerleading 
routines in front of all those people, and it even gave 
her a cold chill when a teacher asked her a question in 
class. 

Life at home was lonely too. Her mom never ran out of 
ways to criticize her, and her dad acted like she didn't 
even exist. Getting dumped up by her boyfriend had been 
the final insult, and she probably would have gone into 
a major depression if Mr. Baron and Ashley hadn't come 
along.

"Hey you guys, I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right 
back," Jordan said.

Ashley grabbed her dad by the coat sleeve and pulled him 
to a bench where they could sit and talk while waiting 
for Jordan. Something felt wrong, but she didn't know 
what it was.

"Dad," Ashley said, "I think Jordan likes you more than 
me."

"Oh, don't be silly."

"I'm serious. Jordan talks to you all the time and she 
hardly notices me."

"She's prettier in person than in your picture."

"Dad, stop it. I found her first."

"Be patient Ashley. Jordan will have to come to you out 
of her own free will."

"I know, it's just that I want her so bad."

Jordan bounded across the open area in the mall and sat 
down between them. Her mouth gleamed with freshly 
applied lip-gloss, and Isaac inhaled a subtle fragrance 
of perfume that radiated from her soft neck. The 
exciting young girl had put her visit to the bathroom to 
good use.

"Will your mom be at home when we go back to your 
place?" Jordan said.

"My Mom left us when I was young."

"I'm sorry Ashley, I didn't know. What stupid thing for 
me to say."

"It happened a long time ago. Don't worry about it," 
Ashley said.

"I guess you and I have something in common, Mr. Baron, 
we've both been dumped."

The girls decided to visit some stores and try on 
clothes, and Isaac dutifully followed behind them as 
they flitted between display racks and posed in front of 
mirrors. These vibrant teenagers made the unpleasant 
chore of shopping seem enjoyable. It was good to see his 
daughter having fun with Jordan, and as fiendish as it 
seemed, he planned to have some fun with her too.

"Do you think this would look good on me?" Jordan said 
as she held up a shirt.

"I think so," Isaac said. "Why don't you try it on?"

"I guess I could do that."

"I've got something to try on too," Ashley said.

Jordan took the shirt and a pair of pants and followed 
Ashley into a small dressing room, closing the door 
behind her.

"Does your dad have a girlfriend?" Jordan said as she 
wiggled out of her skirt.

"No, after my parents divorced he never started dating 
again."

"I wonder why. Lots of women would obviously find him 
attractive." Jordan removed the top of her uniform and 
folded it over the skirt on a hanger.

"I guess my Dad's busy with me all the time."

"So you're kind of like his daughter and his girlfriend 
at the same time."

"Jordan, what a thought!" The girls giggled.

"He's a great guy," Jordan said. "It's nice to have a 
man pay attention to you. My dad acts like he hardly 
knows me. I can't remember the last time we even 
hugged."

Jordan was turning out to be a different person than 
Ashley had imagined. The popular cheerleader didn't have 
a perfect life after all, but her imperfections made her 
human, and that made her all the more desirable. How 
could Jordan's father be so cold to such a beautiful 
girl? Ashley remembered the hug she had with her own dad 
earlier in the evening and it sent a shiver up her 
spine. How would Jordan react to a hug like that?

"You should model that without a bra," Ashley said just 
as Jordan was beginning to button the shirt.

"What? Don't you think that would be too revealing?"

"Trust me, he'll love it."

"Alright, I'll do it, but only if you go without a bra 
too."

"It's a deal."

The girls removed their bras and stood facing each 
other, clothed only their panties. Jordan's pert nipples 
peeked out from under the long hair that hung down to 
the top of her breasts. Encouraging Jordan to go braless 
was a gamble and Ashley worried that it might lead to 
the complete bewitching of her dad, but it was worth the 
risk because right now she had the nearly naked 
cheerleader all to herself, and it was time to make a 
move on her.

"Would you like me to show you how my dad hugs me?" 
Ashley said.

Jordan looked into Ashley's eyes. She had hugged a girl 
before, but never with a bare chest, and what was so 
special about the way her dad did it anyway? She really 
didn't know Ashley that well and here they were in a 
dressing room with their tops off. It all seemed rather 
curious. Oh well, what harm could be done by a hug?

"I guess it would be okay," Jordan said.

"I can't do it exactly like my dad, due to me being a 
girl, but I'm sure you'll get the idea."

Jordan stood still as Ashley gently took hold of her. 
There was a feeling of disarming softness when their 
breasts first made contact, and a tingling wave of 
pleasure rippled through the cheerleader's breasts when 
their nipples pressed together. It was strange to be 
standing cheek to cheek with Ashley, but it did feel 
good so Jordan allowed herself to be pulled close.

Their bodies merged and Jordan's breathing quickened as 
their arms and legs coiled around each other to form a 
single writhing mass of flesh. A new untamed hunger 
erupted in Jordan and she willingly submitted to the way 
Ashley gently pinned her against the wall. The 
cheerleader's crotch began to make lewd thrusts upon the 
smooth flesh of Ashley's thigh, which was planted 
squarely between her parted legs.

The school girls kissed with an uninhibited abandon, and 
Jordan allowed Ashley's wild tongue probe between her 
lips and inside her wet mouth. It was fun to hug and 
kiss a girl and the young cheerleader forgot all about 
the reluctance she had felt just moments earlier. Then 
she felt Ashley's hand between her legs, rubbing her 
pussy lips through the panties. 

This wasn't just a hug anymore, it had become something 
entirely different. How did she let herself get into 
this situation? Jordan took a deep breath and pushed 
Ashley away.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong Ashley. I just think we better get 
dressed. Your dad must be wondering what happened to 
us."

Ashley stood back while Jordan quickly put on the blouse 
and pants to model for her dad. The rejection stung, and 
she felt wounded, and she despised herself for pushing 
Jordan too far.

"Do you hate me?" Ashley said in a soft voice.

Jordan stopped by the door and turned around with look 
in her eyes that Ashley perceived as kindness.

"I would never hate you Ashley. You're my friend. I just 
want you to know that I'm not that kind of girl."

Ashley started to apologize, but Jordan left the room 
before she had a chance. The sweet memory of their 
embrace clung to Ashley's senses along with the fading 
vestige of the cheerleader's perfume. It would be 
difficult to go out there and face them.

When Ashley emerged from the dressing room she found her 
dad watching Jordan with rapt attention. The 
irresistible young girl turned around in a circle in 
front of him as his eyes devoured the delicious curves 
of her petite body. The shirt's thin fabric made a 
daring display of Jordan's dark nipples, and the white 
pants hugged her bottom and creased between her legs 
where the seam pulled into her slit.

"Does this outfit make me look fat?" Jordan said.

"Ah, not at all. You look very nice."

"Thank you Mr. Baron!"

"How do I look Dad?"

Isaac came out of his rapture and looked at his daughter 
as she posed for him in a black athletic suit. She 
seemed like a pretty tomboy, and wasn't that what he had 
brought her up to be? In many ways she had been both a 
daughter and a son for him.

"You look beautiful too."

Ashley pulled the jacket open and held her hands on her 
hips, pretending to be a model. Her dad's eyes moved 
over the shirt where her vivacious nipples stood up as 
proud little peaks, and there was a dark twinkle in his 
eyes that she had seen after their uninhibited embrace 
at the dinner table.



Part 2
 
They left the mall and returned to the car for the ride 
home. Jordan reclaimed her position in the middle of the 
front seat and snuggled-up next to Isaac as if she was 
his girlfriend, which Ashley thought it was 
understandable after what had happened in the dressing 
room.

"Mr. Baron, do you think you'll ever get married again?"

"Someday, when I find the right girl."

"How will you know when you've found her?"

"There's a feeling that comes over two people in love. 
You never want to be apart."

"I want to have that feeling," Jordan said.

When they got back home Ashley followed Jordan and her 
dad around the house as they prepared to watch the 
movie. The couple chatted like old friends, made popcorn 
and even brought extra pillows into the living room so 
everyone would be comfortable, and Ashley felt like she 
was tagging along with two people on a date.

Ashley started the movie and sat on the far end of the 
sofa across from her dad while Jordan turned down the 
lights. The cheerleader had an amazing talent for making 
her skirt swish about just enough to briefly reveal her 
panties. If only she could get her hands under that 
skirt again. She'd show Jordan just how nice being with 
a girl could be!

Jordan grabbed a pillow and lay down on her stomach on 
the floor in front of the television. She must have 
known that she was showing herself when she tapped her 
heels together in the air and moved her knees apart. 
Ashley became enamored with Jordan's creamy thighs and 
the discreet mound that lay enshrouded under the panties 
between her legs, and when Ashley peaked at her dad she 
saw that he too was taken with Jordan, and the tent-like 
contour of his zipper was ample evidence that he was 
responding like a man.

Ashley left them alone to go to the bathroom, and upon 
returning she found her dad giving Jordan a back-rub as 
she sprawled over the carpet. Her dad couldn't be 
trusted to be alone with Jordan for even a minute.

"Are you two having fun?" Ashley said.

"Your dad gives a great back-rub. I wish my dad would do 
things like this to me sometimes."

Jordan pressed her hips against the floor. The horny 
little cheerleader was aroused by her dad's back-rub and 
she wasn't even trying to be modest about it. How could 
she be so rude? Her dad was worse. He wouldn't even know 
about Jordan if she hadn't told him. It felt like a 
betrayal.

Her dad straddled himself over Jordan and lightly sat on 
the back of her thighs as he continued massaging all 
over her shoulders. It was easy to see that he was 
nuzzling his bulging crotch against the bottom of the 
cheerleader's firm butt, and she didn't mind at all, in 
fact, she squirmed about and seemed to encourage him all 
the more!

"This is a good move. Why don't you two come back up on 
the sofa and watch it with me," Ashley said.

Her dad leaned down and whispered something in Jordan's 
ear, and she giggled and wiggled her bottom. 

Certainly whatever they were talking about wasn't so 
important that they had to keep it a secret. Ashley 
imagined what it would feel like to be Jordan and have 
her dad lying on top of her, and then she saw the barely 
detectable movement of his hips, slowly grinding and 
pushing into her soft teenage bottom. This couldn't be 
happening, but it was, and it hurt to see them acting 
this way.

"Are you ticklish Jordan?"

"Mr. Baron, you wouldn't dare!" 

But he did dare, and Jordan shrieked and clawed at the 
carpet when his fingertips went under the top of her 
uniform to needle her ribcage. It made her feel like she 
was going insane, but while she resisted the tickling 
she also felt him pressing against her bottom, and she 
permitted the insistent swollen manhood to surged into 
back of her skirt. But still, the tickling was 
maddening, and Jordan was strong, and she bucked her 
hips and sent him tumbling to her side. Her skirt pulled 
up around her waist and her legs flared open as the two 
of them wrestled on the floor in front of a stunned 
Ashley.

"Mr. Baron, stop it, you're driving me crazy!"

Ashley wondered if Jordan really wanted him to stop. 
Sure, she did squirm and try to push his hands away, but 
at the same time she kept parting her legs and moving 
her hips in a lewd manner.

"Mr. Baron, I'm going to get you!"

Jordan rolled over and pushed Isaac onto his back, and 
then the strong young girl jumped up and straddled her 
legs across him, the way he had done to her. Ashley 
watched the scene unfold like a nightmare. Jordan 
pretended to tickle her dad, and he feigned an attempt 
to escape. In reality the cheerleader was sitting 
directly on top of her dad's zipper, and Ashley could 
see the grinding movement of her slender hips, as she 
rubbed herself over his crotch.

The sound of the telephone ringing was a welcome 
interlude and Ashley jumped up to answer it. The call 
was from Jordan's mother who just wanted to make sure 
that her daughter had made it safely to their house. 
Jordan looked mortified when Ashley handed her the 
phone.

"Mom, I can't believe your calling me... Yes, I'm having 
a great time... Don't you trust me? Of course Mr. Baron 
is here with us... No, you don't have to pick me up, 
remember, Mr. Baron said he'd drive me home... Okay, 
here's Mr. Baron." Jordan handed Isaac the phone.

"I'm glad you called Mrs. Fallows... It's a pleasure to 
have Jordan visit... Yes, she's behaving very well... It 
won't be any trouble to drive Jordan home... See you 
around midnight... Goodbye."

"I'm so embarrassed," Jordan said. "She treats me like a 
child."

"It's okay, she's just being a good mom," Isaac said. 
"Now let's get back to the movie.

A sense of relief came over Ashley when they got up on 
the sofa with her, but that feeling quickly went away 
when Jordan curled up next to her dad. The bold young 
girl even put her hand on his thigh and then he put his 
arm around her shoulder and they just kept snuggling up 
together until Jordan finagled her way onto his lap.

"Does that hurt you Mr. Baron?"

"Not at all, Jordan. You feel nice."

The realization sank into Ashley that her dad wasn't 
going to be of much help with her first conquest, so she 
went to the kitchen to get something to eat. She started 
with potato chips and then got serious with a slice of 
cake. Twenty minutes went by and they didn't even ask 
what she was doing, and then she realized that the movie 
had ended and the house was silent and nobody was even 
talking. She didn't want to go back to the living room, 
but she had to find out what was going on.

Silence made the house kind of eerie, and her heart beat 
fast as she peeked around the corner to the sofa. The 
sight of Jordan perched on his lap with her skirt pulled 
up made a lump form in Ashley's throat. He was rubbing 
between her parted legs, and apparently she was enjoying 
it because a small wet spot had darkened the crotch of 
her panties.

They kissed for several minutes before he pulled the 
panties to the side. His middle finger parted her pussy 
lips and Jordan moaned when he slid the finger inside. 
Ashley's heart ached at the sight of Jordan giving 
herself away, and she turned on a lamp and stood before 
the couple on the sofa.

"I hope you two are having a good time."

"I'm so embarrassed," Jordan said while pulling down her 
skirt.

"Dad how could you? Jordan was supposed to be for me."

"What do you mean by that?" Jordan said with an air of 
indignation.

"Oh shut up you little slut."

"Ashley, don't call me names! You invited me over here, 
remember?"

"Wrong, my Dad invited you, but you should have been 
mine."

"What are you talking about?" Jordan said.

Ashley grabbed Jordan by the arm and yanked the shocked 
cheerleader to her feet, but Isaac quickly took hold of 
Jordan's other arm and drew her back.

"Dad, let go of her!"

"Ashley, what's gotten into you?" Jordan yelled in panic 
as she found herself being stretched between them like a 
rope in a tug-of-war.

"Dad, I'm taking her to my room."

"No Ashley, you just can't drag Jordan away as if you 
owned her."

"Listen Ashley," Jordan said. "I know you're upset over 
all that's happened tonight, but please, would you let 
me be alone with your dad for a little longer? I would 
do the same for you."

The rage in Ashley faded into despair. She'd never been 
confronted with feelings like this before and all she 
really knew was that it hurt to see Jordan with someone 
else. How could things have gone so bad in such a short 
period of time?

"Thanks for ruining my life," Ashley said. Her fingers 
slowly loosened and let go of Jordan's arm and then she 
ran back to her bedroom and slammed the door.

Jordan rubbed the skin on her arms where they had been 
holding onto her. So much had happened this evening and 
there was still a lot of time left before she had to be 
back home. What had gotten into Ashley anyway?

"Mr. Baron, I'm scared. Why did Ashley want to take me 
to her room?"

"She likes you Jordan, in a way that for her is more 
than just friends, if you know what I mean."

The encounter with Ashley in the department store 
dressing room made sense now, and Jordan felt bad that 
she hadn't handled the situation more delicately. 
Hopefully Ashley wouldn't hold a grudge. If that's that 
way her dad hugs then Ashley was a lucky girl. Why 
couldn't her own dad be more affectionate?

"I like her too," Jordan said, "but right now I need a 
hug."

Isaac inwardly rejoiced at the invitation because it 
showed that his daughter's play for Jordan had failed. 
The cheerleader was back under his spell. He put his 
arms around her back and pulled her close, just like he 
had done with his daughter earlier in the evening. Their 
bodies fit together nicely and it didn't take long 
before he started to grow and extend down the leg of his 
pants. 

What would the little girl be thinking as she felt the 
hardness expanding against the front of her young belly? 
She silently responded by moving her hips back and 
forth, softly pressing herself against him, and she 
didn't protest when he lifted up the back of her skirt.

The horny cheerleader was easy to pick up and carry in 
his arms, as she barely weighed a hundred pounds, but 
her diminutive stature concealed the physical strength 
that she had developed from all the rigorous cheer-
leading workouts that she attended every day after 
school. How wonderful it was to be with a healthy young 
girl who hadn't acquired any of the bad habits, like 
smoking and over-eating, that plague many older women. 
He carried her down the hallway and silently walked past 
the closed door to his daughter's room.

"Where are we going Mr. Baron?" she whispered.

"I'm taking you to my bedroom to complete the back-rub."

"Okay, but no tickling this time."

"I promise."

The soft feel of the bed sheets on her legs was much 
nicer than the carpet, and Jordan immediately grabbed a 
pillow and lay down on her stomach. Isaac closed the 
bedroom door and turned off all the lamps except one, 
which only cast a pale glow around the room. Then he sat 
next to her and untied her shoe laces and then removed 
her shoes.

"The massage will be better if you let me take off your 
top."

"I guess that would be okay."

Jordan sat up and removed the top of her uniform. It was 
a little strange to be sitting in front of her 
girlfriend's dad in her bra, but it was really no 
different than wearing a bathing suit. She laid her head 
back on the pillow and stretched out over the smooth bed 
sheets. He unhooked her bra and then slowly massaged the 
muscles all the way from her neck down to her waist. Why 
didn't her own dad want to be close to her like this?

"You give the best back-rub, Mr. Baron."

"I'm glad you like it, and I'm very happy that you're 
here with me now."

What was it about this man that made her want to be with 
him so badly? Simple words like he had just spoken 
seemed to caress her heart and mind, just like his hands 
caressed her body. Why hadn't she ever heard those words 
at home? She rolled onto her back to look at him and he 
immediately leaned over and kissed her with a bold 
tongue that explored the inside of her fresh teenage 
mouth. The bra slid away from her chest and her startled 
little nipples became taut and excited under the 
attention lavished on them by his lips and tongue.

"I'd never been kissed like that before Mr. Baron."

"There's no one I'd rather kiss than you."

Jordan felt his fingertips grazing the inside of her 
thighs. The touch was tantalizing, and it seemed like 
there was no need for modesty when he gently pushed her 
knee to the side, so that her shapely thighs were spread 
open in front of him. She had shaved her legs and 
privates before the game and her skin was perfectly 
smooth. A girl can never pay too much attention to 
details like that. Never mind that her mother wouldn't 
approve!

The patting began in an unassuming way. It was similar 
to how a mother would pat a crying child on the back, 
only his fingers gently patted the damp panties between 
her parted legs. Jordan's sensitive clitoris dispatched 
hot shudders of pleasure with each petting, and she 
arched her hips toward his fingers as her little pussy 
filled up with the wild juice that signaled a readiness 
to go further.

"Ooohhh," Jordan cooed.

There was a tugging on the elastic waistband of her 
panties so she lifted her bottom off the mattress and 
watched as he pulled the panties down her legs and over 
her feet. He set the panties on the corner of the bed 
and then looked into her eyes and smiled. She had never 
let any of her boyfriends do that before.

Then he took her hand, which seemed tiny inside of his, 
and softly rested it on his crotch. Jordan was shocked 
by the man's brazen advance and she started to pull her 
hand away, but then she became curious about the form 
taking shape under her fingers, so she allowed her hand 
to remain lightly perched on top of his zipper. Her mom 
had warned her that older men would try to take 
advantage of her, and that becoming a cheerleader would 
get her nothing but the wrong kind of attention. It must 
have never occurred to her mom that she would have 
desires of her own, and someday she would make her own 
decisions.

"I never imagined I'd be like this with my girlfriend's 
dad," Jordan said while sliding her hand over the rising 
mound in his pants.

"Sometimes things just happen, and I'm glad you happened 
to me."

Jordan held her breath like she would during the scary 
scene in a movie. She felt it moving inside his pants, 
expanding and becoming stiff, and it only seemed natural 
to rub it, as if she was cajoling a genie out of a magic 
bottle. In time it became fearfully rigid and extended 
past the pocket, and she stroked her soft palm along the 
length of it.

When a few minutes had passed he stood up and faced the 
wall looking away from where she sat on the bed. His 
belt buckle made a clank sound when he unhooked it, and 
Jordan turned her head away when she heard the sound of 
the zipper being pulled down. Her panties and the 
uniform top lay by the foot of the bed, and her bra 
stretched across the pillow. At least she was still 
wearing the skirt and her little white ankle socks.

The mattress sank when he sat down beside her. Jordan 
was looking at the wall when she felt his hand softly 
touch her chin and turn her head until she was kissing 
him with her eyes closed. It was a familiar activity 
that brought her a sense of relief, and she leaned into 
him and placed her hand on the warm skin of his thigh, 
and then he guided her little fingers to the firm shaft, 
and she looked down and marveled at the dark, swollen 
bulb on the end that reminded her of a lollipop.

"Your hand feels good," he said.

"I've never done this before. I'm scared I might hurt 
you."

"Trust your feelings and let your body tell you what to 
do."

Jordan imagined that some mystical voice in her head 
would start talking to her. His manly cock looked 
beautiful and she wanted to take a closer look at it, so 
she cupped his hairy balls in her soft fingers and 
leaned over a little bit, then a little more, until her 
lips touched the distended tip. 

She kissed it over and over, just like she used to kiss 
the button on the end of her teddy bear's nose, and then 
she slipped her moist lips over the bulb and took it 
inside her mouth where it became covered with her 
slippery saliva. The long pole stood up straight with 
her lips stretching around the shaft as her head bobbed 
up and down. She had never done this before, and yet 
somehow, she knew how to do it.

Throbbing pressure built up behind Isaac's balls. He 
knew that if he wasn't careful, he would soon fill the 
pretty cheerleader's mouth with an explosion of semen, 
so he slowly lifted her lips away from his cock and 
kissed her. She looked confused by this turn of events, 
and her eyes followed him closely as he positioned a 
pillow on a corner of the bed, on top of her red 
panties. He came back and removed her skirt, and then he 
led her around the end of the bed, where he had her 
straddle her legs around the bed corner as she lay on 
her stomach over the pillow.

Isaac leaned over the teenage girl and placed the length 
his cock between the cheeks of her upturned bottom. Her 
eyes opened wide with the feeling of the shaft moving 
between her warm buns, where it slid directly over her 
startled little anus. She liked rocking her hips, which 
caused her ass cheeks to spread open and clamp shut, 
giving the man's cock a pleasant massage. What would her 
mom think if she could see her now?

"That feels nice Daddy. Oops! I mean Mr. Baron."

The word "Daddy" rang like a church bell in his ears. 
The simple, accidental utterance by this little girl 
caused something to burst apart in his mind, and his 
cock grew to a dimension and hardness that he had never 
experienced before. A memory of the after dinner embrace 
with Ashley blocked everything out of his mind, and for 
a few moments he imagined that he was with his own 
daughter.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking," Jordan 
said.

"You can say anything you want when you're with me."

The tip of his boner probed between her nectar coated 
pussy lips, pushing the passion flower open to the point 
where the swollen flaps stretched around the tip of his 
cock. She took a deep breath and peered back at him with 
a sudden look of panic, so he acted before she had a 
chance to reconsider. Disbelief wafted over her face and 
her mouth opened wide as if she was yelling a cheer at a 
game. 

It only took a few seconds and one gentle but 
unrelenting thrust of his hips, and his cock entered the 
cheerleader's pussy. The moist walls of her tight cunt 
pushed back, but then surrendered inch by inch until he 
was fully submerged within her innocent young belly.

"Aaaaaaggghhh," the high-school girl cried out.

Jordan's physical training as a cheerleader was a good 
preparation for the demands now being placed on her 
young body. The man was positioned between her widely 
spread legs as she lay on her stomach, straddling the 
corner of the bed with her butt pushed upward by the 
pillow. The rhythmic movements of his love stiffened 
cock inside her juicy pussy made Jordan forget about 
everything else in the world.

Ashley heard the sounds of love drifting out of her 
dad's bedroom. Jordan's first scream had sounded like 
she was in pain, then as time went by her staccato 
whimpers morphed into undeniable expressions of lust. 
One could only imagine what was going on in that bedroom 
and the thought of it enraged Ashley, but at the same 
she felt a disturbing arousal as she imagined Jordan 
being ravished. The picture of Jordan that she had shown 
her dad was on the desk where she did her homework. 

How could she have been such a fool? Ashley felt like 
smashing something, but instead she tore the picture of 
Jordan into little pieces and threw it into the trash. 
It wasn't fair that they had left her here all alone. 
Ashley threw herself down on her bed and covered her 
head with a pillow to blot out the sounds. She'd get 
even with them somehow.

He had positioned Jordan on the bed in a deviously 
wicked posture. The cheerleader's shapely legs flailed 
outward from the corner of the bed as he lay across her 
uplifted ass, impaling her juicy cunt with the full 
length of his lust stiffened boner. Hairy balls swung 
between the moaning girl's creamy thighs, and her cunt-
lips stretched and clung to him as she opened herself up 
to receive each plunging thrust of his cock.

"Oh Daddy, what took you so long?"

The word "Daddy" summoned a surge of sexual power in 
Isaac and he felt himself becoming unnaturally hard and 
he couldn't restrain himself from fucking the little 
girl even more ferociously. Could it be that some kind 
of mental transposition had taken place and for the 
moment at least she actually believed that he was her 
father? If so, there would be no harm in going along 
with it.

He pushed Jordan up on the center of the bed and pulled 
her legs apart as she lay back on the pillow. The 
cheerleader's well-fucked cunt was swollen and slick 
with nectar, and she wiggled her firm teenage bottom in 
front of him.

"Can I have it again Daddy, please?"

"Sure you can. I love my little girl."

Jordan felt happy. This is the way it was supposed to 
be. Why had he waited so long? She had always been here 
waiting for him and wanting him. She wanted to be filled 
with him all the time. Oh well, he was with her now, and 
that was all the mattered.

"Oh Daddy, I love you inside me."

"Does my little girl want more?"

"Oh yes Daddy, it feels so good. Do it to me a lot 
more."

Sweat ran down Jordan's brow as she thrust her hips and 
squeezed his cock with her tender pussy, and she 
remembered at time years ago sitting on his lap in the 
car as they watched the sunset from a secluded hilltop. 
His hand was on the edge of her sundress and as dusk 
fell and as the stars came out he had touched the tip of 
his finger to her panties and massaged between her legs 
which made her become excited and wet, and when it 
became really dark he pulled off the panties and played 
with her pussy until she shuddered with a special 
warmth, and then he was holding her by the waist and she 
was sliding up and down with him inside her and she 
watched the twinkling stars as he squeezed her tight and 
twitched deep within her belly and afterward they had 
driven home in silence and he never touched her again.

Now she would show him what a little girl can do and 
he'd like it and come back for more. She wrapped her 
legs around his back so he could plunge all the way into 
her fresh little pussy. His sexual intensity increased 
and a moment later he clutched her with all his strength 
and roared, "AAAAAAHHHHHH," and she held up her hips so 
he could bury himself inside of her as deeply as 
possible. He stayed there with his rapturous cock 
pulsating within the depths of her teenage pussy. She 
could feel the thick seminal fluid exploding out the tip 
of his cock, deep inside the contracting walls of her 
hot young cunt, and her teenage belly felt warmed as 
their exotic juices blended together inside her.

It took a few minutes to unwind, but eventually their 
breathing returned to normal and they lay on the bed 
with their arms and legs entwined around each other. 
Jordan felt like she had just returned from some faraway 
place as her awareness began to focus on the bedroom and 
the naked man next to her. 

The long suppressed memory of having made love to her 
dad was now at the forefront of her mind and she would 
have to deal with it at the proper time, but right now 
her immediate concern was how Mr. Baron would interpret 
her behavior.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Baron. I don't know what got into me. 
I kind of went crazy."

"I enjoyed it Jordan."

"Really? I expected you to think I was sick to act like 
you were my dad."

"After what you just did for me Jordan I would say 
you're the best. The fact is people often make wild 
statements while in the heat of passion."

"I still can't imagine why I would say such things."

"You may have some buried feelings for you dad that you 
haven't dealt with yet, which wouldn't be unusual for a 
young girl. In reality though, lots of girls your age 
have actually done it with their dads."

"What? I didn't know that."

"Yes, and I can guarantee you that some of the girls you 
pass in the hallway at school every day have been doing 
it with their dads on a regular basis."

"I guess it's something that girls don't talk about 
much."

"That's right, other people wouldn't understand."

"You won't tell anyone how I acted tonight, will you?

"Your secret is safe with me Jordan."

"You're a great guy Mr. Baron. Thank you for having me 
over tonight."

"I'm glad you came. Now, it's getting late. I have to 
get you home to your parents."

"I'd rather stay here with you."

Jordan was relieved that she had been able to fool Mr. 
Baron into thinking that she had gone insane with 
passion, but now that she knew the truth about herself 
she was perplexed as to what to do about it. How could 
she face her dad? At least there were other girls her 
age who had gone through the same thing.

Isaac sat up on the bed and looked at the naked 
cheerleader as she lay before him with her legs spread 
apart. Her pussy lips flared open and a cocktail of 
sperm and girl juice dribbled out of her cunt and down 
across her puckered anus, leaving stain on the bed 
sheet. 

She had called him "Daddy" and the word had awakened a 
new sexual energy in him and then there was the hug with 
his daughter and the way his own little girl had 
brazenly rubbed herself against him. The thought of it 
made him start to become hard again so he put the matter 
out of his mind.

"We still may have a problem with Ashley," Isaac said. 
"I'll have to work on that after I take you home."

"Is there any way I can help?"

"Be patient with her. I know it doesn't seem like it now 
but she really likes you."

Jordan got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to 
rinse off in the shower. She felt a sense of emotional 
release as the warm water cascaded over her shoulders. A 
sticky string of sperm drooped out of her pussy and 
briefly stuck to her leg before being washed away. A lot 
had happened in a few short hours. The girl she had been 
at the start of the evening was different from the girl 
she was now, and the burdens that she carried into the 
night were following the semen down the drain.



Part 3

Isaac shepherded the girls down the hallway to the 
carport. He could see the animosity in his daughter's 
eyes but he didn't have time for parenting at this 
juncture. Getting Jordan home on time and making a good 
impression on her mother was the priority right now. He 
wanted the pretty cheerleader to be allowed to visit 
them again. Jordan started to follow him to the driver's 
side car door, but Ashley grabbed her by the wrist and 
yanked her around the back of the car to the passenger 
side.

"Ashley, stop pulling me around," Jordan said.

"This time you're getting in with me."

Ashley opened the car door and gave Jordan an impolite 
shove that caused her to tumble onto the back seat with 
her skirt up around her waist. Jordan's mouth dropped 
open in surprise at the abusive treatment but she 
regained her composure and pulled the skirt back down. 
Ashley climbed into the back seat with the stunned 
cheerleader and closed the door. Her dad started the 
engine and looked back at them.

"Is everything okay back there?" He could see that 
Jordan was disturbed by the altercation but he didn't 
have time to discipline his daughter now. That would 
have to wait until they got back home.

"Just drive Dad. We'll be fine."

Isaac adjusted the rear view mirror so he could keep an 
eye on the girls in the back seat while he drove down 
the road. Some kind of struggle was developing between 
them and he could see Jordan pushing his daughter away. 

"Stop it!" Jordan said.

Ashley leaned over Jordan and tried to kiss her but the 
cheerleader turned her head away from the unwanted 
advance. Then Ashley grabbed Jordan by the chin and 
pinned her head against the seat as she forcefully 
kissed the unwilling cheerleader and this time she also 
took liberties with the young girl's firm breasts. Isaac 
heard Jordan's muffled squeaks of protest as she 
struggled and finally succeeded in slipping out from 
under his daughter. The girls glared at each other with 
heaving breasts.

"Ashley, what's gotten into you?" Jordan said.

"Let's just say that now it's my turn."

"Leave her alone Ashley," Isaac said. "Everything that 
happened tonight was my fault."

"You know what they say Dad. It takes two to tango."

Ashley forced another kiss on the unwilling cheerleader. 
Jordan whimpered in protest while their tongues lashed 
at each other inside her young mouth. She fought back 
when Ashley put her hand under the top of her uniform 
but she couldn't stop Ashley from unhooking her bra and 
squeezing her bare breasts, which caused her nipples to 
become firm and excited is spite of her resistance.

"Ashley," her father said, "I'm telling you to stop this 
right now."

"No way, she's mine now."

Isaac wanted to protect Jordan, but the narrow, road 
left no place to safely stop the car, so he continued to 
monitor the girls by watching them in the rear view 
mirror. Getting Jordan back home on time was probably 
the best thing he could do for her right now.

"Ashley, stop it," Jordan screamed.

"Oh really? Do you think you can come into my house and 
have all kinds of fun with my dad and I'm supposed to 
just sit back and enjoy it?"

"I'm sorry Ashley. I couldn't help myself."

"Then you should understand Jordan. I can't help myself 
either."

Isaac felt someone's feet kicking against the car seat 
and when he looked back he saw his daughter reaching 
underneath the cheerleader's skirt. Jordan tried to 
cross her legs but Ashley pried her knees apart and then 
imposed her hand between the reluctant girl's shapely 
thighs. Jordan tussled against a deluge of deep tongue 
kisses while Ashley slid her fingers over her hot little 
pussy. She tried to squirm away but it only seemed to 
make matters worse. Ashley's nasty little fingers were 
playing with her pussy and making it get all wet.

"You're going to be in big trouble when we get home 
Ashley."

"I'll worry about it later Dad."

Ashley pulled up the top of the cheerleader's uniform 
and played with her breasts. Jordan tried to wiggle away 
but Ashley refused to take no for an answer and began 
sucking on her sensitive nipples while simultaneously 
rubbing the red panties between her legs. Jordan's will 
to resist slowly started to fade as her young body began 
to responded to Ashley's stimulation.

"Ashley, please," she said with a whimper. "I told you 
I'm not that kind of girl."

Ashley held the cheerleader's legs apart and worked her 
hand inside the red panties. Jordan bucked her hips and 
kicked her feet around the back seat in response to this 
new level of abuse but she wasn't able to dislodge 
Ashley's hand from inside her panties, much less prevent 
her prying fingers from exploring her wet pussy lips.

"You are a nasty little girl. I see that your cunt is 
all wet. You like this, don't you?"

"Ashley, no more, please!"

"Dad, I think your sexy cheerleader needs a good finger 
fucking before we take her home to mommy and daddy."

"Stop it now Ashley. Jordan's our friend. You're going 
to regret everything that you've done."

"Why should I? Do you regret what you did to her?"

Isaac briefly turned his head and caught a glimpse his 
daughter holding Jordan's legs apart. One hand was deep 
inside her panties and there was nothing she cold due to 
stop the ill-treatment. He consoled himself knowing that 
he would have Jordan back home soon, but until then he'd 
have to keep his eyes on the road and listen helplessly 
to the cheerleader's fading protests.

"Oh Ashley, ooooohhhhh!"

Jordan stroked the hair on the back of Ashley's head as 
their tongues swirled together inside the warmth of her 
wet mouth. The fight had gone out of her. Now she now 
willingly spread her legs wide open and allowed her 
panties to be pulled to the side so Ashley could play 
with her juicy pussy lips and penetrate her cunt with 
her fingers.

"How do you like me now?" Ashley said.

"Oh Ashley, it feels so good. Oooohhhh."

"Now I see why my dad likes you so much."

Isaac slowly guided the car through the residential area 
leading to Jordan's house. He could see that the girls 
still had some unfinished business and he didn't want to 
pull the car into Jordan's driveway until they were 
done. What if her mom saw her being treated like this?

Jordan lifted her bottom off the car seat and passively 
watched as Ashley removed her panties. The reason for 
resisting was long forgotten as she pulled her knees 
back to expose and offer herself to her girlfriend. 
Ashley's heart pounded at the sight of the cheerleader's 
swollen pussy lips that glistened with a delectable 
coating of her wild girl juice. Jordan was giving 
herself to her, just like she had done for her dad. It 
seemed too good to be true.

"Girls, we'll be at Jordan's house any minute."

"Dad, we need more time."

Isaac checked his watch and took a detour down a 
different street. His daughter and Jordan were so 
inflamed with each other that they probably didn't care 
if they ever got home. A dog ran in front of the car and 
forced him to slow down so much that he decided to park 
the car under a tree by the side of the road. He looked 
into the back seat and saw Jordan with her legs spread 
wide open. The little girl stared at him with a faraway 
look in her eyes and she immodestly moved her hips as 
his daughter fingered her teenage cunt.

"Ooohhh Ashley, it's okay now, you can fuck me."

Jordan reached out toward him and he took hold of her 
soft little hand over the car seat as Ashley plumbed the 
depths of her oozing cunt with three fingers at once. He 
had to give his daughter some credit, she didn't have a 
cock, but she sure knew how to fuck a little girl. 

Jordan gripped his hand and began to tremble and cry out 
and he watched as his daughter held her fingers still 
inside her while stimulating her clitoris with the tip 
of her thumb. The cheerleader rolled her head from side 
to side on the car seat and she violently thrust her 
hips against the three fingers that stretched open her 
hot young pussy.

"AAAAAAHHHHH," Jordan wailed as her body shook with an 
orgasm that flooded girl juice over Ashley's hand.

Ashley leaned down and kissed the trembling cheerleader 
and this time their tongues graciously entwined inside 
their passionate mouths. Jordan clung to Ashley and 
pulled her even closer as the diminishing tremors of 
pleasure slowly faded away. She never realized that the 
embrace of another girl could feel so nice.

Isaac gave the girls a few minutes to recover, but not 
too many, because it was now very close to Jordan's 
curfew. Their intimate tryst had steamed up the front 
window and he had to take a rag and wipe off the glass 
so he could see to drive. Jordan fastened her bra and 
pulled the top of her uniform down to cover her breasts 
and then she brought the panties over her feet and up to 
her shapely waist so that her tender pussy was once 
again safely covered.

"Ashley, I want you to apologize to Jordan. You forced 
yourself on her and that was wrong."

"It seems to me like she wanted it."

"I suppose I brought this on myself," Jordan said.

"You're a good girl Jordan. You deserve better, but 
right now I have to take you home."

Both girls agreed to be on their best behavior for 
Jordan's mom. When they finally arrived at her house 
both Isaac and Ashley got out of the car and escorted 
the cheerleader to the front door. Mrs. Fallows must 
have heard the car pull into the driveway because she 
opened the front door as they were still ascending the 
steps. It was comforting for Isaac to see that Jordan 
looked just as wholesome perky as when he had first been 
introduced to her outside the girls' locker room. 

"What a nice surprise. You actually came home on time," 
Mrs. Fallows said.

"Mom, I'd like you to meet Mr. Baron and my friend 
Ashley." The parents shook hands and exchanged 
pleasantries as the girls stood by acting like perfect 
angels.

"I was glad when Jordan told me she'd be spending the 
evening with her girlfriend's family. Those hoodlum boys 
at school sniff around her like dogs."

"Mrs. Fallows, it was our pleasure," Isaac said. 

"We hope that Jordan can come again."

Isaac and Ashley walked back to the car. He had 
overheard Jordan speak to her mom before the front door 
closed. She had asked if her dad was still awake and he 
remembered the depth of passion in Jordan's voice just a 
few minutes ago when she had clung to him and called him 
"Daddy" and he wondered if Jordan had ever felt like she 
was truly loved.



Part 4

A painful silence filled the car during the ride home 
and Ashley went straight to her room and slammed the 
door as soon as they arrived. Abusing Jordan wasn't as 
satisfying as she had hoped it would be. Ashley was hurt 
over the way that Jordan had ignored her but now she 
felt even worse over how she had treated Jordan. It was 
a bewildering emotional trap and her dad walking into 
her bedroom didn't make it any better.

"We're going to settle this before the lights go out. 
You should be ashamed of how you treated Jordan. You owe 
her an apology."

"I think you should be apologizing to me and besides, 
she seemed to enjoy it after a while. Just think for a 
moment how I felt. I had such a crush on Jordan and you 
stole her away from me."

"Alright I'm sorry. I didn't help you the way I 
promised. But look Ashley, I've devoted my life to you. 
All these years I've never dated. It's always been you 
and me. Tonight when I met Jordan something snapped. The 
two of us were made for that moment and nothing could 
have kept us apart. Jordan is a beautiful, sensitive and 
complicated girl and I can tell you this, she really 
likes you, and if you genuinely want her as a friend you 
could get her back."

Tears ran down Ashley's cheeks. "I snapped too. I feel 
terrible. I hurt someone I care about. It just made me 
crazy to see the two of you together." 

"Do you remember our hug after dinner?"

"Yes."

"Is it possible that you're jealous over something more 
than Jordan?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That hug was different Ashley."

"Dad, it just happened. It was an accident."

Isaac reached out to put his arms around his daughter, 
but she brought her hands up to her chest and blocked 
from him from bringing her close. Mixed emotions 
vacillated across her face like the northern lights. At 
one point she appeared ready to bolt from the room but 
then her eyes softened and she moved in to put her arms 
around his waist. 

He had tried to be both a father and a mother to her, 
but he had mostly been a father. He had done all the 
things with her that he would have done with a son and 
only now was he really appreciating what a beautiful 
girl she had become. He took a deep breath and felt the 
pressure of her young breasts against his chest.

"I love you Daddy."

"I love you too."

His daughter was emotionally drained and her voice was 
imbued with a longing for comfort and reassurance. He 
put his hands on her hourglass waist and pulled her even 
closer and the warmth began to build between their 
bodies. Her legs were parted just enough to allow him 
room to gently press the taut mound in his pants against 
lowermost part of her zipper. She became perfectly still 
for a couple minutes and he could hear her breathing 
faster and then she began to respond by delicately 
moving her hips in a way that was almost like they were 
dancing. 

"It's time for you to go to bed Ashley."

Isaac lifted up his daughter's t-shirt and pulled it 
over her head and off her arms. She looked surprised at 
having her top removed by her dad and her nipples 
rebelled by making impudent little peaks that poked up 
the fabric of her bra.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"I'm undressing you."

"What? You haven't done that since I was a little girl."

"Back then you thought it was fun."

"Well yes, than was then. Aren't I too old to be 
undressed by you now?"

"Actually, you're just right."

Her dad released the clasp of her bra. It felt strange 
to have the bra hanging loose with him standing in front 
of her so she crossed her arms over her chest, but he 
gently stroked his fingertips all around her cleavage 
until she became confused and lowered her arms. Then her 
dad began to fondle her little breast.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

She desperately waited for him to say something as he 
pulled the straps off her shoulders and completely 
removed the bra. The last time he undressed her she 
didn't even have breasts and now she was watching him 
rub her nipples and it felt so nice and this was her 
bedroom and he was her dad and her teddy bear was 
sitting on the bed and she couldn't believe it was 
happening.

"You're a beautiful girl, Ashley." 

"Thank you Daddy, are you done now?"

"We've still got a little more undressing to do."

Ashley watched her dad unbutton her jeans and pull down 
the zipper. A light-headed feeling came over her as he 
pulled the pants down to the middle of her thighs. It 
was a little after one o'clock in the morning and she 
normally would be sound asleep by this time and she had 
homework to do tomorrow and now her dad was rubbing the 
front of the panties and then down between her legs and 
everything was hot and tingling.

"Dad, I'm your daughter, what's come over you?"

"Your little pussy is all wet Ashley. Maybe I should ask 
you the same question.

"That's because you're touching me. I can't help it."

"Does it feel good?"

"I guess so."

"Do you like it?"

"I don't know Daddy. What are you doing?"

"I've always taken care of your needs in the past 
Ashley. Tonight is no different."

Ashley sat on the bed and let her dad unlace her shoes 
and pull off her pants. Where was this all going to end 
up? When he sat down next to her she didn't expect him 
to kiss her but he did and his tongue confidently 
entered her wet little mouth in a way that was much 
different from how Jordan had kissed her in the car and 
he squeezed her breasts and it all felt so nice that she 
took hold of the back of his neck and kissed him back.

His hand made a slow journey down her stomach to the hot 
apex between her legs. The panties was damp and he 
massaged the tender flesh of his daughter's swollen 
pussy mound through the thin fabric. Her hips undulated 
beneath the gentle massaging of his fingers and she 
kissed him and flicked her teenage tongue inside his 
mouth and he was happy that he had aroused his young 
daughter and he longed to hear her cry out to him the 
way Jordan had but then she broke off the kiss and 
removed his hand from between her legs.

"Dad, what's happening to us? We shouldn't be doing 
this."

Ashley leaned back on her elbows. Her young breasts 
brazenly displayed the proud nipples that continued to 
pulsate with excitement. The panties made a crease 
between her legs where it pinched between her wet pussy 
lips and her dad's eyes were dark with lust and she 
tried to speak but couldn't as she watched his hand 
slide up her thigh and resume rubbing her little girl 
pussy.

"Am I really so much different from any other guy or 
girl?"

"Dad, please stop." Her voice weakened and trailed off 
as he continued to rub her well lubricated pussy.

"We've been together a long time Ashley. Now let's be 
together even more."

Ashley felt her resolve drift away like a puff of smoke 
in the wind. She lifted her legs and let her dad remove 
the panties and she watched him stare right into her 
pussy while her feet were in the air. Ashley closed her 
eyes. There was something different about the feeling 
she had now as compared to when she was with other boys 
or even Jordan. Everything was burning in her mind and 
body and she felt like she was being bad and she wanted 
to be bad even more.

"Now I'm going to show you the proper way to take care 
of a little girl like Jordan."

When Ashley opened her eyes she saw the top of her dad's 
head between her parted legs and she shuddered with the 
delicious sensation of his tongue circling the edge of 
her outer pussy lips. Why wasn't she embarrassed? He was 
down there looking right into her hot little cunt and no 
guy had ever done that before. 

The feeling was spectacular and she had never felt 
anything like a tongue on her pussy and now the tip of 
it was going between the sensitive folds to the inner 
sanctum of her teenage cunt and her dad was wiggling his 
manly tongue around inside of her. 

It was amazing to accept that her dad was fucking her 
with his tongue and she lost control of herself and 
began to thrust her pussy against his face but that 
didn't bother him and he just kept licking inside her 
little girl pussy which made her tremble with forbidden 
pleasure and then he flicked his naughty tongue over her 
clitoris and something erupted in her belly and she 
shook with a flood of hot pleasure that radiated up from 
her very bowels.

"Oooohhhh yes Daddy, AAAAHHHH."

He snuggled beside her and kissed her as the burning 
feelings possessed her body and then slowly receded. She 
felt safe in the warmth and cuddling with her dad and he 
told that she was beautiful and that he loved her and 
she wanted to be with him like that again but after a 
few minutes passed he got up from the bed without saying 
a word and walked out of her room, turning off the light 
as he went out the door.

Why did he leave? He could have at least said something 
instead of just getting up and abandoning her to the 
dark. Her heart sank with a fear that she had made some 
horrible mistake and now he couldn't stand to be near 
her. 

She would have liked to get up and ask him for an 
explanation but she was scared to hear what he'd say and 
she thought about turning on the light but decided to 
stay in the dark. It was all wet between her legs. What 
was she going to do? How could she face him in the 
morning?

It seemed like hours had gone by as she lay there in 
tortured anguish but when she looked up at the clock she 
saw that only a few minutes had elapsed. Her mind was 
playing tricks on her. Everything that had happened 
today was just too much and it felt like she was being 
crushed under the weight of it all. 

She put her hand down between her legs and that did feel 
nice but it wasn't the same as her daddy's tongue and 
she finally drifted off to sleep only to wake up a 
little while later after having a nightmare. She rolled 
over in the dark and bumped into something next to her 
on the bed and let out a terrified scream.

"DAAAADDY! HEEEELP!"

"It's okay Ashley, I'm here with you," her dad said.

Ashley sat up and found his arm in the dark and punched 
him. "You scared me. Why did you leave?"

"I had to prepare your present."

"What do you mean?"

Ashley let her dad take her hand in the dark and place 
in on his hard cock which stood straight up as he sat on 
the bed next to her. She wrapped her soft little fingers 
around the shaft and slid her hand all the way up to the 
engorged bulb. This time she'd stay holding onto him so 
he couldn't get away.

"I like my present Dad. It's so big and hard. How did 
you know what I wanted?"

"I think by now I should know you inside and out."

"I'm new at this. Would you tell me if I do something 
wrong?"

"You'll do just fine."

Ashley moved over so her dad could lie down next to her 
and then she slowly leaned over him and slipped her lips 
over the tip of his cock. She had just started high 
school and had never done this before and she never 
imagined that she would do it to her dad but now that it 
was happening she wouldn't have it any other way.

"Your mouth feels good Ashley."

She slid her youthful lips up and down over her dad's 
cock. She was careful to cup her lips so that her teeth 
wouldn't touch his sensitive skin and she challenged 
herself to see how much of him she could get into her 
mouth. She pushed her head down until the tip of his 
cock extended all the way to the top of her throat and 
she did that over and over. 

After a few minutes had passed she gained confidence and 
pushed harder which caused the tip of his cock slide 
past the back of her tongue and go a little bit down her 
throat. She hungered for even more of him to be inside 
of her though and the next time she extended her tongue 
to open her throat and forced her head down until his 
cock was a good way past the back of her mouth. 

She repeatedly bobbed her head up and down until her 
dad's cock was totally submerged inside her teenage 
throat. Then with her lips pressed against his pubic 
hair she accidentally discovered that by simply 
swallowing she could massage his cock with her throat 
and that drove him wild and he cried out in the dark in 
a way that she had never heard from him before. 

The intensity of his arousal was obvious to her even in 
the dark and she appreciated that he was being careful 
not to thrust his hips while she was in this vulnerable 
position. Ashley thought all this was quite an 
accomplishment and when she came up for some air she 
heard her dad panting in the dark as if he'd just run a 
marathon.

"Ashley, where did you learn to do that?"

"I taught myself with you Dad. How did I do?"

"You were amazing. No woman I have ever been with has 
ever done anything that compares to what you just did 
for me. Promise me Ashley that you'll do that for me 
again sometime."

"I will if you're nice to me."

Her dad sat up in the dark and held her in his arms. She 
allowed him to lay her head back down on the pillow and 
she glowed with joy when his fingers slid over the moist 
folds of her little girl pussy. She had let boys do that 
to her before but for some reason it was hotter and 
naughtier and forbidden with her dad and that made it 
all the more exciting. Her heart pounded as he began to 
crawl between her legs. He was actually going to take 
her all the way. 

She should have known this was going to happen but she 
just hadn't allowed herself to think about it. Panic 
filled Ashley's young mind and she instinctively rolled 
onto her stomach which left her dad with his erection 
dangling over her soft bottom.

"Dad, please stop. I don't think I'm ready."

"Have you ever done it before?"

"No."

"I'd like to be your first."

"No Dad. What if people find out?"

"It will always be our little secret."

Ashley clutched the pillow as her dad took hold of her 
shoulders and straddled his legs across the back of her 
thighs like he had done to Jordan. He had her pinned to 
the bed so she couldn't possibly get away, but her legs 
were firmly clamped together in defense of her little 
pussy. The big hard cock that she had so boldly plunged 
down her throat was now sliding along the space between 
the cheeks of her firm bottom. She wouldn't be able to 
do an essay on this for her English class.

"That feels nice Daddy, let's just do this instead."

Ashley got used to feeling him gliding over her bottom 
and her ass cheeks soon began to relax. His cock slid 
deeper and deeper between her buns until it was rubbing 
the sensitive skin of her tightly closed anus and that 
sent new stream of pleasure flowing through her teenage 
ass-hole. She squirmed with delight and didn't realize 
that her legs were slowly spreading apart.

"You're naughty Daddy."

"Yes I am, and I've had just about enough of your dilly-
dallying."

"Daddy, stop! You can't do that."

Isaac rolled his surprised daughter onto her back and 
kissed her. She resisted at first but soon relaxed and 
opened her mouth wide to receive all the probing his 
tongue could administer. She pushed his hands away from 
her breasts but he kept coming back to squeeze and rub 
and suck her nipples until the nubs were swollen and 
firm with excitement. She tried to keep her legs pressed 
together but he found a way to wiggle a finger between 
her thighs and touch her clitoris and she couldn't stop 
the pleasurable feelings and her legs began to slowly 
spread open.

"Can we talk about it Daddy?"

He started to climb on top of her and once again the 
fear gripped her and she tried to roll over but this 
time he held her on her back. She tried to kick her legs 
and get away but he had already crawled between her 
smooth thighs and she could feel his stiff cock bouncing 
on her silky tuft of pubic hair.

"I have an idea Daddy. Let's wait and do it tomorrow."

Ashley now recognized that her dad had no intention of 
changing course, but what happened next was radically 
different than what she had expected. He didn't jam it 
into her and there was nothing sudden or painful. There 
was just the now familiar undulation of his hips slowly 
moving back and forth. She took a deep breath and put 
her arms around his back and savored the sweet sensation 
of his long shaft sliding along the parted outer folds 
of her wet pussy. This wasn't so bad after all and it 
only seemed natural to spread her legs wide open and 
obscenely grind her pussy against his cock.

"That feels nice Daddy"

"I had a feeling that my sexy little girl would like my 
special pussy-rub."

"Oh yes Daddy, it was wonderful, let's do it some more!"

Ashley felt her dad rubbing the tip of his cock all over 
between her legs which drove her crazy because he was 
holding back from actually touching her pussy. Her teen 
twat was craving stimulation so she pushed her hips up 
toward her dad's cock to try and initiate a more 
intimate contact. 

She was going crazy with sexual need and it came as a 
great relief when he stroked the soft bulb on the end of 
his hard cock between the juicy lips of her young pussy. 
He slid it up and down as her swollen pussy folds 
expanded around the bulb and she was perplexed at how 
soft the tip of his hard cock could be.

"Daddy, that's the most amazing thing I've ever felt," 
Ashley said. But then she felt something entirely 
different. "Oh, oh Daddy, what's that?

The tip of her dad's cock was positioned at the entrance 
to her innocent young cunt-hole and she felt him push 
inward just a little bit, which was kind of like when 
she had first forced it past the back of her tongue.

"Oooohhh Daddy, what's happening?"

The rigid cock with the soft tip surged into her with a 
slow but unrelenting movement. The walls of her hot cunt 
reflexively clenched as if her body was making one last 
stand against the invasion but it didn't take long 
before her little teenage pussy submitted to the 
inevitable ravishment. 

Her dad was all the way inside her now and he was slowly 
moving in and out and Ashley's mind reeled with the 
knowledge that her dad was fucking her and that she 
liked it. Her pussy began to loosen and open for her 
dad's turgid cock as he made long strokes into her 
teenage body and Ashley was glad that her dad in been to 
one to introduce her to love.

"Yes Daddy yes!"

The single bed rocked on its wheels and bumped into the 
wall with a thud-thud each time her dad's powerful hips 
thrust forward to plunge his stiff cock into the juicy 
depths of her little girl cunt. It was a new emotion to 
be taken and possessed like this and she opened herself 
up to him with complete trust.

"You're a beautiful little girl Ashley. I couldn't 
resist you any longer."

"I understand Daddy. I want you to fuck me."

"Do you mean you want me to fuck you harder?" 

"Oh yes Daddy and promise me this won't be the only 
time. Say that you'll fuck me again and again."

"Yes Ashley, you can have me anytime you want."

"Oooohhhh Daddy, I love your hard cock inside of me!"

This experience was exceeding anything she had ever 
fantasized and even better was the fact that she was 
going to be able to get it right here at home anytime 
she wanted. Her own dad would secretly fuck her in the 
privacy their home and nobody else would know. They 
would have so much fun together for now on.

When she got home from school she'd kiss him and rub his 
pants until he got hard and when he took a bath she'd 
get in the tub and sit on top of him in the warm water 
and late at night he would come into her room and get 
into bed with her and they would make love while all the 
other little girls from school were sleeping with their 
stuffed animals.

"There's no one else like me Daddy. I'm your only little 
girl, so fuck me real good," Ashley hissed.

"You must understand Ashley that we have to keep this a 
secret."

"I know Dad. It's just you and me."

His teenage daughter writhed beneath him. Her lack of 
experience was no detriment as she had cast away 
inhibition and given herself over to the pleasure that 
now flowed through her innocent body. Her pussy relaxed 
and opened each time he penetrated her and then her hot 
cunt squeezed his shaft as he pulled back out. His 
daughter clawed at his back and screamed, and she thrust 
her teenage twat upward to align herself for what he 
would soon deliver into her young belly.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH Daddy! Please Daddy please! Fuck me more! 
OOOOHHHH."

A wave of pleasure shot up Ashley's spine and exploded 
in her brain and her cunt gripped her dad's cock as if 
she was milking a cow. The process repeated several 
times as her body surrendered to the powerful sexual 
ecstasy that totally consumed her. 

She held her hips upward as her dad continued to drive 
his cock so deeply into her that his balls slapped 
against her ass. She was out of her mind with pleasure 
and didn't realize that she was digging her fingernails 
into his back. In time the powerful feelings began to 
fade and Ashley became aware that he was beginning to 
tremble on top of her. 

Her dad shook and stiffed as she held him in her arms 
and then his cock pressed all the way up to the back of 
her cunt as he gripped her shoulders and held her so 
tightly against him that it almost forced the breath out 
of her lungs. His hips jerked and she felt a pulsation 
way up inside her belly as waves of hot sperm spread out 
inside her little girl cunt. Ashley pushed her 
smoldering pussy over his cock and submerged the shaft 
more deeply into her young cunt.

The pulsation and explosion of fluids inside her 
happened several more times and Ashley freely offered 
her young body as a willing receptacle for her dad's 
loving discharge. Her torrid little girl pussy wanted 
all of the hot bubbling semen that he could pump into 
her and she used her little cunt to massage her dad's 
ejaculating cock until she had sucked every last drop 
out of him.

Ashley returned to her normal state of mind after a few 
minutes. It was wonderful to just be there cuddling and 
kissing as the gentle waves of sensuality radiated 
through her satisfied body. Her dad lay on his side next 
to her with his soft cock dribbling the last remnants of 
love potion onto the smooth skin of her thigh. Tomorrow 
was Saturday and there was still a full weekend ahead to 
have fun with him.

"Dad, that was so amazing!"

"You made love beautifully Ashley. Thank you for all 
that you did for me."

"I should be the one to thank you. But now that you and 
I are together what are we going to do about Jordan?"

"Jordan's a smart girl and she'll do what's right for 
her. Why don't you see if you can find a way to make-up 
with her and be friends like you originally intended? I 
know that Jordan would like that."

"I'd like that too," Ashley said.



Part 5
 
Jordan Fallows went to her bedroom after being dropped 
off by Ashley and Isaac. She changed out of the 
cheerleader uniform and put on her pajamas and then went 
to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. 
When she returned to her bedroom she found that she 
wasn't ready for sleep. Her eyes were wide open and her 
mind was racing with troubled thoughts about her past. 
She couldn't ignore the truth any longer. It was time to 
have a talk with her dad, whether he wanted to or not.

Her mother had gone to bed and the house was quiet. 
Jordan looked down from the top of the stairs and saw 
the light turned on and that meant that her dad was 
still awake and probably reading in the living room. The 
first thing she had to do was to just go down there. 

It was a simple thing that terrified her. He had been so 
distant for so long that he was almost like a stranger. 
What if he got mad? What if he told her to go away and 
never talk to him again? She would be destroyed, but she 
couldn't go on with these unanswered questions in her 
mind either. Was he still her father? 

Did he want to be with her again? She had no choice but 
to confront him and accept the consequences for better 
or for worse.

Jordan's bare feet silently walked down the stairs and 
along the hallway to living room where she stood at the 
far end of the sofa from her dad. He didn't look up from 
his book to acknowledge her presence, but she had 
expected that.

"Hi Daddy."

He looked in her direction but stopped short of making 
eye contact. "What are you doing up so late?" 

"I couldn't sleep so I came down here. I thought we 
could talk for a while."

Jordan's heart pounded in her chest. The excitement of 
the moment caused her nipples to become hard underneath 
her nightshirt, a garment that her dad had never seen 
her wear before now. She stood with her feet about a 
shoulders width apart and touched her thumb to her 
bottom lip.

"Can I sit down with you Daddy?"

"Well, it's past your bedtime, but I guess it would okay 
for a little while.

"Oh thank you Daddy!"

Jordan sat down close to her dad. She curled her legs 
underneath her and let the nightshirt pull up rather 
high on her thighs and then she took hold of his right 
arm and pressed her left breast against his bicep and 
patiently waited for some kind of response. He always 
had been a quiet man.

"I hardly ever get to see you," Jordan said.

"Well, you do spend lot of time with your cheerleader 
friends and I have to put in long hours at work to 
support the family."

"I wish we could make more time for just you and me to 
be alone together and talk, like right now."

He placed a bookmark on the page where he had been 
reading and closed the book and set it on the table. He 
wasn't looking at her yet but it was obvious that she 
had his attention and she wanted even more of his 
attention so she moved her leg in a way that caused the 
nightshirt to slide down and expose an ample portion of 
her smooth thighs.

"Well alright," he said. "What would you like to talk 
about?"

Jordan's intuition told her that a critical point in 
time had arrived. Something could go wrong at any 
moment. He might get tired of her and tell her to go to 
bed or he might get scared and avoid her for the rest of 
her life. She had to keep him trapped right here. She 
had to force the issue.

"Let's talk about things we used to do together."

She watched her dad for any sign of a change of heart. 
Emotions rarely made an appearance on his stoic face, 
but his eyes now gave away an interest in her that she 
hadn't seen in a long time and that in itself was to be 
considered major progress. It was also obvious that he 
was becoming interested in more than just what she was 
talking about as he was making frequent furtive glances 
over her nightshirt.

"I do recall one summer when we went camping by the 
ocean," her dad said.

"Yes, that was great! We spent the whole week just 
hanging out by the beach and hiking. Why don't we do 
things like that anymore?"

He paused for a moment before replying. "Over the years 
your mom and I have had some problems of our own."

"I see," Jordan said. She never contemplated that her 
parents might have issues of their own but that wasn't 
the direction she wanted this conversation to go and she 
had to get his thoughts back on her immediately.

"I can think of something else we did that was fun," 
Jordan said. "Do you remember a long time ago when you 
took me in the car to watch the sunset?" She held her 
breath knowing that now there was no turning back. He 
would have to face the truth and she would have to 
accept whatever came in the aftermath.

Her dad looked across the room in silence. What was he 
thinking? Maybe he thought she had forgotten about it or 
perhaps he was afraid that her mom would find out or 
that he would get into trouble. She desperately wanted 
him to say something but he just sat there looking away 
from her like a statue. She'd have to be the one to 
break the silence again.

"I understand that sometimes things happen," Jordan 
said.

Jordan planted several quick kisses on her dad's cheek 
while rubbing his thigh at the same time. He was 
breathing deeper now and he was also looking at her so 
she arched her back to brazenly emphasize her stiff 
nipples.

"I'm sorry Jordan. It was selfish if me."

"Don't feel bad Daddy. It happens more often than people 
admit."

"You've always been such a pretty girl. One thing led to 
another and I couldn't stop."

"I think this is the first time that you've seen me in 
my new pajamas," Jordan said.

"You do look very nice."

"Thank you Daddy. It's a really soft flannel. You want 
to feel it?"

Jordan took her dad's hand before he could reply and 
placed it on her stomach. She rubbed his palm over the 
fabric several times and then while looking into his 
eyes she slowly pulled his hand over her right breast. 
Jordan couldn't see any reaction on his face as he 
intently stared at her, but she did determine that the 
mound in his pants was becoming larger. Then he began to 
gently squeeze her breast.

"I want to pretend that we're watching the sunset 
again," she said.

Jordan pulled her leg up just enough so that the 
nightshirt slid back to expose her white panties. She 
had grown a great deal since that night in the car and 
this time he could plainly see the curvaceous contour of 
her pubic mound. His daughter's leg moved gracefully 
from side to side and her fingers gently stroked his 
thigh.

"Jordan, what do you think you're doing?"

"Oh Daddy, that should be obvious."

"Jordan, I don't think you fully understand..."

She placed a finger over his lips to interrupt him. "Oh 
I do understand Daddy. I've had lots of time to think 
about it. Mom's upstairs sound asleep with the bedroom 
door closed. We're all alone Daddy, just you and me," 
she whispered.

"We shouldn't Jordan, we really..." His voice stopped 
when his daughter's soft hand slid over his zipper and 
began to lightly caress him. She was a beautiful and 
exciting little girl and he couldn't help becoming hard 
underneath her inquisitive little fingers.

"Do you like my panties Daddy? It's just like the one I 
was wearing in the car when we watched the sunset."

His heart raced as she took his hand from her breast and 
lowered it between her strong young legs. His fingertips 
were warmed by the malleable pubic mound that he subtly 
massaged through the white cotton fabric between his 
daughter's parted legs. 

Her hips moved in an unashamed manner while her own hand 
squeezed his hard cock through his pants. It had been a 
long time. He thought he had gotten over it even though 
he had continued to secretly fantasize about Jordan all 
these years. Now he knew that the abstinence had only 
increased his desire.

"Jordan, this has gone too far, you must..."

Jordan put her finger over his lips to stop him from 
speaking. "I know you want me Daddy."

"But your mother is just up the stairs."

"Don't make excuses Daddy. Mom never wakes up. 

You're the one who started this a long time ago."

He let his daughter take his hand and push it inside her 
panties where he found that she had prepared herself to 
be as hairless and smooth as she had been back then, and 
he took the same middle finger that he had used on her 
before and played with her swollen folds before sliding 
it inside the moist darkness of her young pussy, and she 
looked at him with a mischievous smile.

"My daddy is a bad boy," she giggled.

Jordan was right of course. He had been the one to start 
it and he never understood why. Things just seemed to 
slip out of control. She had always been an affectionate 
girl who playfully kissed, hugged and tickled with him 
at every opportunity, which was fine except that the 
innocent exchanges began to evoke disturbing wisps of 
arousal that lingered in his mind indefinitely. 

Then one day she naively sat astride his lap as he 
watched television and he grew firm beneath her and she 
pretended not to notice when he held her hips and gently 
pivoted her young pussy atop his boner. Time blurred the 
memory of how the epiphany quietly took him. 

It was like a fog rolling over a beach. He would seduce 
her. It was only a matter of when and where. She had 
always liked sunsets. Afterward he had vowed to himself 
that it would never happen again, but the memory of that 
night stayed in his mind like a framed photograph 
sitting on a nightstand.

"Oh Daddy! You're so hard!"

She had been fondling his crotch, and the constant 
rubbing and squeezing had brought him to a state of 
stiffness that he hadn't achieved in a long time. His 
clever young daughter managed to unbuckle his belt and 
pull down the zipper with only one hand, and now her 
curious fingers were feeling around inside his trousers.

"Do you like that Daddy?"

"You're a naughty little girl Jordan."

"I take that as a yes."

He reached under his daughter's nightshirt and pulled 
the panties down, much like he done with her on the 
night they watched the sunset. She lay back on the sofa 
and held up her legs up as he pulled the panties over 
her ankles. His daughter's pubic area was shaved 
perfectly clean and there was no blemish anywhere. A 
deep shade of ruby colored the full, woman-like lips of 
her pussy, and the glorious folds were parted barely 
enough to display a slender swath of pink at the 
entrance to her young cunt. 

"Do you think I'm pretty? "

"Yes, you're a beautiful girl."

"I'm all wet, just for you."

"You're still young, are you sure that..."

Jordan held up her hand to signal him to stop talking. 
"It's okay Daddy. It'll be our little secret."

He knew in his heart that her being such a young girl 
was the precise reason that he was so aroused, and the 
fact that she was his own daughter made it even better, 
and now he feasted his eyes upon her as he pushed up the 
nightshirt to expose her breasts, and his little girl's 
nipples became engorged as he flicked the firm 
appendages with the tip of his tongue, and he reached 
down and pushed two fingers into her welcoming pussy as 
she softly moaned, "Ooohhh Daddy, ooohhh." The next door 
neighbor could brag about his football player son all he 
wanted. The benefits of having a daughter like Jordan 
were infinitely more rewarding.

"That feels good Daddy."

It seemed strange to crawl on top of his naked daughter 
and to see her innocent eyes looking up at him and to 
smell her fresh scent and to feel her legs spreading 
apart. 

"I'm counting on you to take me."

"I will Jordan."

"I mean it! I won't be ignored by you any longer. Do you 
understand?"

"Do you mean take care of you like this?"

"OH! OH! OOOOHHHH!" she wailed.

It was surprising to discover how easily it slid into 
her, which could only mean that somebody else had 
already been fucking his little girl, and as a father he 
should probably be upset by that, but she had given 
herself to him and that was all the mattered now.

"Yes Daddy, oh yes!"

"I see my little girl has grown up."

"I have Daddy. Now I'm a slut just for you.

"I want to I'll fuck you in your cheerleader outfit just 
before a game."

"You can if you want Daddy. I'm a slutty cheerleader."

Jordan didn't understand where the words she had spoken 
came from. Before now she never would have dreamed of 
talking to her dad like this. She had changed. If there 
was something she wanted, then she was going to take it, 
and she wouldn't allow herself to be ignored or pushed 
around ever again.

"Oh yes. I like being fucked my Daddy. Oooohhhh you feel 
so good!"

She had one foot perched on the back of the sofa, and 
the other foot was on the floor. She thrust her hips 
toward his cock in a lewd manner that he wouldn't expect 
from a high school girl, much less his own sweet 
daughter. She had abandoned everything that her mother 
taught her about morality, and now who better to satiate 
her amorous longing than her own experienced and caring 
father.

"Your cock is hard Daddy."

"You naughty little girl. You made me that way."

"Oh yes Daddy. That's how I want you."

Jordan's strength and flexibility contributed to her 
sexual stamina, and she relentlessly thrust her cunt at 
her dad until his cock flesh became raw, but he didn't 
care about that because the aching pressure behind his 
balls was getting ready to be released. Jordan had 
learned to recognize that peculiar tension in a man just 
before he climaxed, and she felt that in her dad now, so 
she gripped her his cock with the walls of her cunt 
until he began shaking uncontrollably on top of her.

"AAAAHHHH," her dad groaned as she pushed her teenage 
cunt upward to submerge his cock all the way inside her.

Jordan felt her dad blowing thick wads of sperm deep 
inside her teenage belly and she massaged his cock with 
her wet cunt to encourage the release of every last drop 
of his seminal fluid. Then, as her dad throbbed inside 
of her, she felt an unexpected wave of hot euphoria 
bubble up between her legs and take possession of her 
entire body."

"OOOOHHHH DADDY, FUCK ME!" she cried out at full 
cheerleader volume.

When it was over she held him on top of her and they 
cuddled until their heavy breathing slowly returned to 
normal. His cock stayed hard inside her for a while but 
finally withered down and popped out. In a way it had 
been like a battle, and she had won. For now on he would 
be treating his little girl the way a daddy should.

He was quiet for a while and then she heard him softly 
snoring and she realized that he had fallen asleep on 
top of her. Then her own eyes felt heavy and she dozed 
off too and she remembered thinking during a dream that 
it was nice to fall asleep in a man's arms, and then 
from somewhere far away she heard a voice.

"Ah ha, so there you are!"

Jordan heard the voice and slowly opened her eyes and 
squinted into the light. She had no idea how long she 
had laid there with her dad on top of her. He woke up as 
well and both of them looked up in horror at her mom 
standing over them in her bathrobe with a furious frown 
on her face.

"So this is what happens when I leave you two alone."

"Mom, I'm sorry, it was kind of an accident."

"Oh shut up, you little tramp. It's the kind of thing 
that happens accidentally on purpose."

"Mom, don't tell me to shut up!"

"And what does my husband have to say for himself?"

"Sometimes things happen."

"I've heard all the lame excuses I can stand," her mom 
said. "Didn't I tell you that becoming a cheerleader 
would get you all the wrong kind of attention? Well, I 
won't have to worry about your social life anymore. A 
girl who seduces her own father won't have a need for 
boyfriends. Get up. It's time for both of you to go to 
bed."

Jordan and her dad picked up their clothes and marched 
up the stairs naked with her mom following close behind. 
Jordan stopped at her bedroom door and stood on her tip-
toes and kissed her dad on the cheek.

"Goodnight Dad. I had a lot of fun tonight."

"So did I. Let's get together again sometime."

"Sure, call me."

Her dad smiled and kissed her on the forehead and then 
started to walk toward his own bedroom. He thought the 
impromptu exchange with his daughter was amusing but it 
hadn't gone over well with his wife. The tired old woman 
never did have much of a sense of humor.

"Where do you think you're going?" his wife bellowed 
down the hallway.

"I'm going to bed."

"Not in that bedroom. You won't be sleeping with me ever 
again. Sleep with your tramp daughter or on the floor 
for all I care, but don't come near me."

Jordan's mom stomped down the hallway to her own bedroom 
and closed the door, leaving the father and daughter 
naked in the hallway. They looked at each other in 
silence for a moment and then grins came over both their 
faces. Jordan giggled.

"Would you like to spend the night?" Jordan asked.

"Yes I would. Thank you for asking."

Jordan took her dad by the hand and led him into her 
bedroom. She hung up his clothes in her closet and 
folded her nightshirt and placed it in the dresser. 
Jordan saw her dad getting hard again as he stood in the 
middle of the floor watching her. She only had a single 
bed so sleeping with him would be rather cozy and that 
was just fine with her.



Part 6
 
Jordan felt like she was in a dream as the ensuing days 
and weeks drifted by. She walked down the hallways at 
school with people crowded around her, but they seemed 
far away, almost like she was looking at them backward 
through a telescope, and she wished that she knew 
someone with a secret like hers. 

She used to enjoy sitting in the lunchroom and talking 
and listening to conversations, but now it all seemed 
childish and the voices just blended together in a 
meaningless cacophony. What she and her dad started on 
that night at home had continued and intensified, and 
the person that she was, had become someone else.

When Jordan encountered Ashley at school she would look 
down and avoid eye contact as they walked past each 
other without speaking, which was odd because Jordan 
bore no resentment toward Ashley, she just couldn't 
figure out anything to say to her. Then one day Ashley 
approached Jordan as she sat on a bench outside the 
school waiting for the bus to go home after cheerleading 
practice.

"Am I bothering you?" Ashley said.

"No, not at all."

The girls set their purses between them on the bench 
like little barricades and they looked over their 
shoulders instead of turning to face each other. 
Jordan's tennis shoes made a scraping noise as she swung 
her feet over the sidewalk.

"Jordan, I hope you believe me when I say this." Ashley 
paused for a moment to gather her courage. "I'm sorry 
for how I treated you."

Ashley watched Jordan slowly turn on the bench to face 
her. It had been so long since she had looked into her 
eyes and she had spent so many hours trying to figure 
out what to say to her and everything she came up with 
seemed so stupid and now that she had finally spoken to 
her she was crippled with fear.

"Ashley, I've had time to think and I now realize how 
selfishly I acted that night. You were nice enough to 
want to be my friend and I paid you back by acting like 
you didn't even exist. It's me that owes you the 
apology. I'm sorry."

Ashley opened her purse and took out a little box that 
she pushed across the bench. Jordan untied the thin gold 
ribbon and opened the box and saw a bracelet made of 
silver and colored crystals.

"What's this?" Jordan said.

"I got a present for you. It's a friendship bracelet."

"Ashley, you shouldn't have. These are expensive."

"I just want you to know that I really like you."

Jordan was quiet for a moment as she tried to interpret 
a newly surfacing feeling that she and Ashley had 
something in common and that they needed each other. 
What had happened in the back seat of the car that night 
was a distant memory and now that they were talking 
again Jordan felt the dark cloud of the last few weeks 
being blown away. A weight had been lifted from her 
shoulders.

"I feel like I'm not a good enough person to have you as 
a friend," Jordan said.

"Don't be silly."

"I really like you too Ashley, and I want to prove it. 
Let's you and me go out this weekend, just the two of 
us. I want to finish the kiss that we began in the 
dressing room."

"Really? I, um, that would be so nice," Ashley said with 
a blush.

The two teenage girls sat on the bench staring and 
smiling at each other. It was as if they were the only 
people in the world and nothing else mattered, and as 
far as Ashley was concerned, Jordan was the only thing 
in this world that did matter. Jordan was refuge from 
all of life's weirdness, and now that they had sealed 
their friendship, life without her would be unbearable.

Ashley went through the rest of the afternoon in a 
mental fog. Thoughts of Jordan pushed everything else to 
the back of her mind and when she went to sleep that 
night it was with a memory of their kiss in the dressing 
room. 

The time was a little after midnight when Ashley was 
awoken in her dark room by the sound of the door opening 
and closing. The side of her bed sank down and a little 
rush of cool air blew between the sheets as he got into 
bed with her. He was hard again. His hand glided up her 
thigh and she spread her legs apart as he crawled on top 
of her and she wrapped her arms and legs around his back 
as he pushed his cock inside of her little teen pussy. 

It had become a habit with them and she never thought 
about it during the daytime. But tonight as she lay with 
him she wondered how things might be different for her 
now, if only her path had never crossed with Jordan that 
night? Life used to be so simple.

"Oooohhhh fuck me Daddy."

The End

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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