It’s an old, old story: Boy falls for the most beautiful girl in school. Boy pesters the girl through the traditional bases until she finally gives in and lets him nail her. In the heat of passion, and the haze of beer, boy forgets condom. Girl gets pregnant. Girl’s parents are strict Catholics (hence the condom, or rather the lack of it), so boy does the decent thing and marries girl.

OK, so I made that sound crass and unfeeling, allowing it to be colored by later events. The truth is that I really did love Jennifer, at the beginning, but apart from our physical attraction to each other, we really had very little in common. The pressures of raising a baby made it abundantly clear that we weren’t a match made in heaven.

The one single, beautiful thing that came out of all of this was Ellie. She was a gorgeous child, perfect in every way. OK, all Dads think that, the truth is that she was a nightmare. I adored her like nothing else on earth, but I could hardly bear to be in the house with her for the first two years. That was OK though, because I was avoiding Jennifer’s tantrums as well, and threw myself into my work.

My dad helped a lot with that at the beginning. He was a builder and lent me some tools and an old truck to get me started. Drywalling and decorating to begin with. It was a good time and there was lots of work about. Soon I was employing a mate to help out. And then more.

When Ellie was about two she finally stopped screaming and started talking. I became utterly besotted with her. Unfortunately, things had gotten pretty bad between me and Jen. It got to the point where I’d only spend time with my daughter, rarely seeing my wife except in bed, where very little was happening.

By that stage, my business had grown and we were taking on some quite big contracts. The upside of that was that I was making good money. The downside was that I wasn’t seeing Ellie that much.

It all came to a head when she was about ten: one brutal row too many. We both said some things that I know I regretted later, and I hoped she did too, but they couldn’t be unsaid. We’d managed to hide our problems from Ellie pretty successfully up until that point, but this time she was visibly upset by it. I couldn’t bear that, and I moved out there and then.

It killed me to be leaving my daughter, but I figured that her growing up in that toxic atmosphere would’ve been even worse for her.

I was making enough to let them stay in the house while I got a small apartment about ten miles away. I was determined not to lose contact with Ellie though. I managed to have an adult conversation with Jen, and neither of us was in any hurry to go through a divorce. We agreed that I’d take Ellie for one long weekend every fortnight, picking her up after school on Friday and dropping her off on the Monday morning.

It was tough at first, with my work commitments, but I made it happen, and even had it written into new contracts that I wouldn’t be on-site at those times.

Those weekends were absolutely wonderful. I really got to know her properly for the first time and she was a joy to be with. At first, we did all the things that you might expect: the zoo, the beach, movies, shopping for clothes for her, all the normal stuff. But gradually we calmed down and began just enjoying each other’s company.

It was a real shock when I first saw her little breast buds peeking through her shirt: my little baby was growing up. It seemed like only yesterday that she’d been a toddler!

Ellie always seemed to be among the last out of school and, if it was a nice day, I’d sit on the fender while I waited for her. I freely admit that I enjoyed watching the girls going past, many of them in short skirts or tight shorts, or even those leggings that leave nothing to the imagination. I confess that I’ve always had a bit of a thing for ‘schoolgirl porn’, even though most of the so-called schoolgirls looked to be in their thirties.

The first time that I picked Ellie up from school and she was wearing a short skirt I wasn’t too happy: it was all a little too close for comfort.

“Are you sure that skirt isn’t a bit short?” I asked her as she got into the car.

“Don’t be silly, Daddy,” she replied, chuckling. “All the girls dress like this.” I knew that she was right - I had a semi in my shorts to testify to it - so that didn’t reassure me at all.

“And your Mom’s OK with it, yeah?”

“Of course,” she replied, settling into the seat, which made the skirt ride up a little more. I looked away: having a hard-on while looking at her legs was making me distinctly uncomfortable.

Later on, while we were sitting on the couch, it was still playing on my mind.

“So, are there any boys at school that you like?” I asked, wondering if that was the cause of her change in clothing.

“There are some that are quite cute, but...”

“But?”

“They’re all so silly. Except for the ones who are mean.”

“What do you mean, mean?”

“There was this one guy who grabbed my butt in the lunch queue--”

“Tell me his name and I’ll kill him,” I interrupted, only partly in jest.

She giggled and kissed me on the cheek.” I handled it,” she said a little proudly. “I stamped on his toe as hard as I could.”

“Good girl,” I told her and gave her a big hug.

From then on I waited in the car and tried not to look. I failed, of course, and when Ellie poked her head through the window, to give me a hello kiss, I prayed she wouldn’t see the lump in my pants.

I may have been imagining it, but I could have sworn that her skirt got shorter every time I picked her up.

Back at my apartment, she never seemed in much of a hurry to change out of her school things, often giving me glimpses of her little girl panties as she chatted on endlessly about what she’d been up to.

It was at around that time that Ellie took to running around on Saturday mornings in her sleepwear: just an oversized T-shirt and panties. I tried to suggest that maybe she could put some more clothes on, but she just looked at me with those big, wide, innocent eyes, “Why, Daddy?” What was I going to say, ‘because you give your Daddy a boner, looking at your tight little buns?’ I hated myself for being a perv, but I couldn’t help it.

“Never mind,” I muttered, defeated.

“Is it because you can see my panties?” she asked and lifted the back of her shirt, looking at her butt over her shoulder. “I could do with some new ones,” she said thoughtfully, as my erection grew and grew. “I’ve had these for ages and they’re way too tight.” As she said it, she cupped her little butt cheek and gave it a little stroke. “Can we go shopping for some new ones? Pleeeaaase?”

My boner was tenting out the front of my robe out and I had to get out of there. “Sure, honey. This afternoon. I’m just going to grab a shower,” I said hurriedly, picking up the paper to cover my embarrassment and doing that hunched walk that guys always do in that situation.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I heard her call from behind me. And I could have sworn that I heard her giggle.

I felt guilty as hell as I beat off in the shower. But that didn’t stop me from doing it, or seeing again her little hand stroking her firm ass cheek through her white panties as I came all over the glass door. ‘I must never do that again’ I thought to myself afterward.

We went to the mall and I cringed inwardly when we headed to the lingerie section of the first store that we went into. There were a couple of other young girls browsing and I looked studiously off into the distance.

“What about this, Daddy?” Ellie asked. I looked back to see her holding a soft cotton bra, fringed with lace, up to her chest.

“Do you really nee--” I began to say, but the other two girls, looking at me and smirking, stopped me in my tracks. “It’s lovely,” I finished lamely. Ellie smiled and handed the bra to me.

“These are the panties that go with it,” she said happily, handing me a hanger with a pair that were little more than a thong. Oh God, I thought miserably as I heard the other girls giggling.

She picked up two more sets and I tried very hard not to notice how skimpy they were, and brutally crushed down the beginnings of any thoughts about what she might look like wearing them.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, standing on her toes and pecking me on the lips, before heading off toward the checkout. As I followed her I looked back over my shoulder. One of the girls winked at me and flipped up the front of her skirt, flashing her panties at me, then they both collapsed into a fit of giggles. Oh, God. Did I look like some kind of perv sugar daddy?

After that the peeks at her panties that I got left very little to the imagination. I tried not to look. I tried so hard. But she was so beautiful, and her little butt-cheeks were so utterly perfect.

I was sitting on the couch one evening when Ellie came in looking a bit sad.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I asked.

She held her arms out, “I need a cuddle, Daddy,” she replied. I held my arms out to her and she climbed onto my lap, her little kilt skirt billowing out as she spread her legs either side of me. I put my arms around her and stroked her back. I could feel the heat from her bare legs through my pants.

She put her arms around my shoulders and nuzzled her face into the hollow of my neck. “Oh, this is so nice,” she sighed. As she wriggled slightly, I could feel the soft mounds of her pussy pressing against my dick and I began to get hard. The soft material of her bra did nothing to hide the hard points of her nipples as they pressed into my chest.

“Erm ... Ellie?” I said, trying not to sound as panicked as I was.

“Hmmmmm?”, she sighed blissfully. “This is so nice. Just hold me, Daddy.” I tried with all my might to stop the blood pumping into my penis, but it was hopeless, and I was sure that she must be able to feel it!

Then she began to move her hips, almost but not quite imperceptibly, and at the same time I could feel the muscles of her inner thighs, faintly clenching: There was no mistaking it - she was rubbing her clit on my dick!! What could I do?! What could I say?!

I just held her and stroked her back for what seemed like hours, my treacherous dick getting harder and harder, while her breathing got faster and faster, and the tiny movements of her hips got more and more rapid.

And then she began to tremble, her grip on my shoulders got tighter, and her nails dug into me. I felt her thighs squeeze me and she ground her pussy against my dick, over and over, while her breath came in tiny sharp gasps. My baby daughter was cumming!!

When it was over, her whole body went limp in my arms and her breathing got slower and slower until she began to softly snore. My dick was still painfully erect, but I ignored it, and just held my darling baby daughter as she slept in my arms. My emotions were in turmoil, but I don’t think I’d ever been happier.

She finally awoke with a small start, and leaned back and smiled at me shyly. Then she kissed me, her lips squeezing mine.

“Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you more, baby. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.” I picked her up and carried her to her room, laying her down gently on the bed. Her eyes fluttered closed and I just drew the covers over her. “Night, night, darling. Sleep tight.”

I was shaking as I went to my own room. I looked down at the erection which was still tenting my pants and swallowed hard at what I saw: a wet patch on the crotch! With trembling hands, I pushed them down to my knees. There was a spot of precum in my shorts, but it wasn’t in the same place! I pushed those and my pants down to my ankles and stepped out of them.

I picked them up in a daze and stared at the wetness for a long, long time, knowing that what I wanted so much to do would cross a very big red line. As if of their own accord my hands began to rise. As they reached my nose I breathed in a huge lungful of air.

I fell backward onto the bed, my pants covering my nose, and attacked my erection with both hands. The exquisite aroma of young girls’ pussy juices filled my mind with lust and my back arched as I came massively, spurt after spurt splashing onto my belly and my chest.

I didn’t dare let her sit astride me when we cuddled after that, but even sitting across me she would wriggle around, her little butt cheeks driving me crazy.

Those cheeks began to appear in my dreams and one morning she woke me up by jumping on my bed while I had a massive erection from a particularly torrid one.

“Just give me five minutes, honey,” I begged as she tried to pull me out of bed by the hand.

“Naughty, Daddy,” she chided, looking down at the bulge in the bedclothes. But she was grinning as she walked slowly out of the room. Backwards. Staring at the quilt.

Three days after her fifteenth birthday she was uncharacteristically quiet over dinner. I sensed that something was bothering her but decided it was best to let her get to it in her own time.