sed the top of her head as I hugged my baby girl tight. She’s probably only one of the few things I’ve ever done right in my life. I waved the bus driver on, and with that, we headed into the house.

Her mother, Grace, was my high school sweetheart. We did everything together. We married shortly after graduation. A year later, Kylee was in our life. It was perfect and I couldn’t have been happier. When Kylee was about 14 months old, my loving wife was killed by a drunk driver. Since then, it’s just been me and her. Kylee is twelve now, but could easily pass for sixteen. She’s taller then most of her classmates, a skinny 5 foot 4 inches. And after a somewhat embarrassing trip to our local mall, is the proud owner of a 32B chest. Obviously with it just being Kylee and myself, we’ve grown closer than most fathers do with their daughter. I mean sure, occasionally there’s a fight of what clothes she’s going to wear, or bedtime, but for the most part- we’re inseparable.

Kylee kicked off her shoes as she entered the house, and put her book bag on the floor. I had walked to the kitchen and could hear her start to talk as she followed me. “Daddy?” she pouted.

“Yes sweetheart,” I answered.

“Do you think we could have pancakes for dinner? I’m in the mood for breakfast.”

“If that’s what you want Kylee, that’s what you get,” I smiled at my baby. “Just make sure you get your homework done before hand, okay?”

“I’m starting on it now,” she said as she walked away.

She was a smart kid, so I knew it wouldn’t take her long to finish her work. I decided to watch some T.V. while I caught up on some work that my office had sent me. I’m a web designer, so I can go to the office, or I can stay home. Usually, after I get Ky on the bus for school, I head into the office for a few hours, but I’m always home in time to meet her at the mailbox.

I must’ve dozed off for awhile because I woke up to Ky snuggling up to me on the couch. It didn’t matter how old she was, she could always snuggle with me.

“Done?” I asked,

“Of course daddy,” she grinned up at me. Kylee rested her head on my chest and closed her eyes. I thought to myself, “so precious, so sweet.”

I played with my little girl’s hair, wrapping her dark curls around my long finger and letting it bounce back towards her head. “I love you, daddy,” she whispered softly.

“Love you too, Ky.”

I looked down at my lovely daughter laying with me. She looked so much like Grace and was perfect in everyway. I started to doze off again, thinking of how much I loved this beautiful creation.

It was hot, and even half asleep, I could feel the sweat running off of me. I began to wake up slowly, hearing a soft moaning. I’d had a dream about being with my wife. It was so real. Just dreaming about touching her had left me aroused and hard. As I started to wake up the rest of the way, I realized that my left hand was touching skin, nice warm and plump skin. The soft moaning was coming from my daughter.

“Oh shit,” I jerked my hand away from her warm breast and bolted off of the couch.

“Daddy….” she sighed, “don’t stop.”

I must admit, hearing Kylee moan for me was making me even harder. I looked at my daughter, in a way I’d never looked at her before, her eyes were still closed. I firmly told myself that she was still asleep. I looked at the clock, it was nearing six pm. I fixed her bra and shirt and decided to start on dinner. Hopefully she wouldn’t remember any of this.

“Kylee,” I yelled from the kitchen. “Dinner is ready!” I saw her emerge slowly from the living room, her hair was slightly a mess, from sleeping. She rubbed her eyes and asked how long she’d been asleep. “Only a few hours, hunny.” Kylee grabbed a couple of plates from the cabinet and some silverware and started to set the table. I finished flipping the last pancake and set down to eat with her. “Dig in.”

“Mmmmm, Daddy.” The noise made my dick jump as I looked quickly in Ky’s direction. “The pancakes are soooo good,” she grinned at me. I felt embarrassed at the reaction I’d just had to my daughter and turned away as I answered her, feigning interest in something by the fridge.

“I know you love blueberry pancakes, so I had to make them”

“Thanks daddy,” she giggled, “you’re the best.” And with that comment she went back to eating.

While we ate, Kylee went on about her day, her friends, and classes that she’d had. I was only paying attention to half of what she said. The other half of the time, I spent thinking about earlier, and how soft her skin was. Occasionally my eyes would travel to her nice, rounded chest. Thankfully, she didn’t notice.

Once dinner was over, I hurried to clean up and then returned to the living room to finish the work I had started earlier. Kylee watched some T.V. with me, then headed upstairs to her computer to instant message her friends. It was nearing ten at night when I finally shut my laptop. I could hear the water running as Kylee took her shower. I leaned back deep into the couch and envisioned her standing in the shower, wet and soapy. I was hard again and instinctively sought out my dick. I rubbed it for a minute, still thinking of Ky. I heard the water shut off and jumped up. “I need to go to bed,” I whispered to myself. “I should not be thinking like this. Get a hold of yourself Brandon!”

I straightened up the living room, turned out the light, and started up the stairs. I knocked on my baby girl’s door and asked if I could come in for a sec.

“Sure daddy, come in” I turned the door handle over and walked in. Kylee was sitting on her bed brushing her hair, wearing only a towel. I called her over to me and hugged her goodnight. Her skin was still damp and I could smell her body wash. I could feel all of my color drain from my face, and all of the blood in my body rush to my dick. “Daddy? Are you alright?” She looked at me funny.

“I’m fine hun. It’s just kind of warm in here. I’m going to bed now though. See you in the morning.” I kissed her forehead. “Love you.”

“Love you too daddy” she turned around and sat back on her bed and continued to brush her hair. I smiled at her and noticed that I could almost see up the towel. I backed out and shut the door quickly.

“God damn, stop it.” I felt like kicking myself. “What kind of father am I?” I walked down the hall to my room and within minutes I was in bed and turning out the lamp on the night stand. As horny as I was, I drifted off to sleep, only to dream about Grace again.

I was kissing her soft lips, caressing her thighs. Working my hand up to her dripping wet pussy. Grace moaned and bit into my shoulder as I slid one finger into her tight hole and kept a steady pace. I moved my mouth down to her nipple and tenderly bit and sucked at it. I could hear my wife breathing hard as she neared her first orgasm. As she came, her moaning jolted me awake. I could still hear her breathing hard. “Grace?” I said into the darkness.

“Daddy…” Kylee moaned. “Mmmmm, that was so good.”

I panicked when I heard Ky’s voice and my once rock-hard dick, went as soft as jello. I could go to jail. This is going to screw her up forever. I’m never going to forgive myself. I flicked on the light by the bed. We needed to talk.

“Ky…” I started to say her name. I couldn’t get any further. I was so ashamed. “Ky,” I started again, “What are you doing in my bed?”

“I couldn’t sleep. I was scared all by myself. So I came in here. You were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you, but I was scared so I climbed in.”

“Kylee, I’m sorry. I was dreaming and that shouldn’t have happened and…” Kylee stopped me from finishing my sentence. She kissed me on the lips and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back, not really knowing what to do anymore. I finally broke the kiss, dazed. But she still stopped me from speaking.

“Daddy, I want this. I was awake earlier on the couch, I didn’t want you to stop.”

Kylee’s protest was all that I needed and I pulled her close to me and kissed her. I expertly worked my tongue around her tongue and ran my hands down her body, only taking a second to pull off her nightie. I continued caressing my daughter but stopped at her breasts and felt her hard nipples. I took my time with each one, tugging and pinching lightly. I started to kiss down her neck and licked each nipple, and kept going down. I got to her pussy and stopped. Here was my baby girl laid out in front of me, naked. I timidly licked her pussy and waited for her reaction. She moaning softly, grabbing onto my hair, but didn’t stop me. I continued to lick my baby’s sweet pussy and teased her clit. She was really started to get into it now. I slowly inserted one finger into her and started finger fucking her. I could still feel her virgin barrier, so I didn’t push too hard.

“Daddddy!” I heard her scream. I could feel that she was close. I kept licking her clit and fucking her with my middle finger. I felt Kylee go rigid as her orgasm hit her. She flooded my hand with her warm juices and I tried to lick up every last drop. I kept my finger in her, until her breathing started to go back to normal.

I moved myself back up beside Kylee and kissed her, letting her taste herself. She grabbed me and said she wanted me to fuck her, to be her first. I was surprised at first, but asked if she was sure. “Yes daddy, please” was her answer. I could see her stick her bottom lip out, in a fake pout. I’d give her the world if I could, so I moved back down, placing my dick at her tiny entrance.

“This is going to hurt at first sweetie.”

“I know daddy, please, just do it fast.” And with that, I slipped the head of my 7 inch dick into her tight hole. She jumped and I held still. I let her get used to the feeling and slowly pushed a bit more into her. I continued this until I could feel her barrier. She winced when I first touched it.

“You still sure about this hun?

“Uh-huh, please” I held by baby tight and kissed her as I thrust my dick the rest of the way inside of her and she screamed into my mouth. I stopped to let her pussy stretch out a bit. I could see her crying and it broke my heart. I whispered that I loved her, and she sniffled and whispered it back. My baby was tough.

After a couple of minutes, she seemed more relaxed and I started to pump my dick in and out of her. Kylee’s breathing became faster and faster. I felt animal, almost. I needed to make her cum. I grabbed her hips and pounded into her. “Daddy,” she screamed, “mmmm, I’m coming!!!” I continued fucking my little girl, making her cum twice more on my dick.

Finally, I could take it no more. I needed my release. My beautiful girl was too much for me, and I was going to cum. I quickened my pace. I looked down at my daughter, who was moaning and pushing back on my dick, keeping my fast pace. “Mmmm baby… Kylee.” I was about to cum. I pulled out of her, not wanting to take any chance. “Kylee,” I screamed. My cum was coming out with such force. I watched as it covered her, even reaching to her lips. Finally, after what seemed like hours, it stopped.

I looked at Kylee, she was smiling and covered in my cum. She teasingly licked some of my cum off of her lips. Beautiful.

ard the water shut off and the shower doors slam open. A second later, Kylee was in my room wrapped in nothing but a little towel.

    “Daddy! Are you okay? I heard you scream and it scared me” Kylee looked like she was going to cry.

    “No, no, I’m okay. Sorry, I didn‘t mean to scare you hun.” I sheepishly looked away from my little girl. The towel she had grabbed was too small and barely covered from her nipples to her pussy. I wanted the thoughts out of my head. I shouldn’t look at her this way, but I was, and I couldn’t stop.

    “You sure daddy?” she asked, “You don’t really look okay. Do you want some water or anything?”

    What I wanted was to get up, and go to my car, and drive off a very high bridge. But I wouldn’t tell her that. “No hun, I’m okay, I promise.” I gave Kylee a half-hearted fake smile.

    “Okay” she grinned at me and ran over to the bed. Before I could protest she dropped her towel and dove under the comforter to lay with me.

    My instinct was to wrap my arms around her and not let go. So that is exactly what I did. She smelled so good as she snuggled her tiny body next to mine. She smelled like something fruity and sweet. After drinking in her smell, I finally placed it, strawberries. I could feel her damp hair on my chest. Call me crazy, but I liked it. Laying here with her like this made my bridge jumping ideas vanish.

    After a few minutes of silence, Kylee spoke up. “Daddy” she questioned.

    “Yes Ky?”

    “Thank you.” she  became really quiet and blushed. “For last night, ya know, thanks.”

    I couldn’t think of anything to say to her, at all. “We better get up and get the day started” was all that came out, instead of everything I should have said to my darling daughter. God I was an asshole. So back to the bridge jumping idea…

    I told my daughter I would be back and I somehow managed to get out of bed and get into the shower. Almost 40 minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom, unable to scrub the guilt from my body. I still felt like an ass. I didn’t go straight downstairs, where I knew Kylee would be waiting for me. Instead, I stayed in my bedroom for a bit, putting clean sheets on the bed and making the room tidy again. After I figured I had hid long enough, I decided to go downstairs to her.

    As I got to the first floor, I could smell food cooking. I peaked into the kitchen. Kylee was making breakfast. “Didn’t we eat breakfast last night?” I teased her.

    She jumped. I must’ve surprised her. “Sorry daddy, but it’s waffles. I made some bacon too. Hungry?”

     “Mmmhmm” I nodded. Truthfully, I was starving. She had already set the tables, so I retrieved from orange juice and water out of the fridge. By the time I had poured our drinks, she had our food on the plates.

    “Eat up daddy.”

    We ate, mostly in silence. She rambled more about yesterday at school. I think she had picked up on my hostility from earlier and was now avoiding anything to do with last night. I wanted to kick myself.

    After our meal was finished, I cleared the table and put everything in the sink. I’d wash it later. Right now, I just didn’t feel like it. I leaned back against the counter in the kitchen and sighed. Everything inside of me was so torn up now. I really had no idea of anything anymore. I felt like the worst father in the world.

    “Hey” I heard a soft whisper. Kylee had come in without me noticing.

    “Hiya babe” I tried to smile at her.

    She looked like she was going to cry again as she came over and hugged me. I hugged my baby back tightly. Hoping that she could feel how much I loved her. She finally broke the hug and looked up at me. There was moisture in her eyes and her bottom lip was sticking out. “Ar-are-are you ma-mad at m-me?”

    Right about then, my heart broke. “No Kylee, I love you. I’m sorry. I’ve not been a very good father recently. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be taking this out on you hun.”

    “I’m s-so-sorry,” she started crying again.

    With her tears, my mind flew out the window and before I knew what was happening, I had her in my arms. I was partially trying to soothe her. But, I was partially trying to soothe myself as well. My mouth sought out her mouth and I kissed her hard. I was so gone that I barely registered that she had stopped crying and was now kissing me back. My hands found her little butt and squeezed. I picked her up and adjusted slightly and sat her back down on the counter top. I knew where this was heading, but I wasn’t ready to admit it. As much as I wanted to, I knew I shouldn’t. And as much as I shouldn’t, I knew that I needed to. Oh god did I need this.

    “Oh Kylee…”

    I couldn’t stop kissing her. I just couldn’t stop. My hands were flying all over her small body. Stopping only long enough to caress her sides or the small of her back. She would moan into the kiss occasionally. Kylee’s legs were tightly wrapped around my waist and it felt like she was squeezing more and more. I could feel myself straining against my jeans as I pressed into the counter cabinets.

    I finally managed to pull away from my little girl, absolutely breathless, but my hands didn’t leave her smooth body.

    “Oh daddy,” she sighed, “that was…mmm, that was nice.” Ky put her fragile hands on my upper chest and just held them there for a second, then slowly started to undo each button on my dress shirt. I noticed that her hands were shaking. Finally, she undid the last button and pulled my shirt off.

    My mind tried to make up ways so I wouldn’t feel so guilty. It finally compromised with itself and made the situation as if it was almost as if she was no longer my daughter, but my toy to use. Here I was half naked in my kitchen with this sexy toy. Lucky Bastard. How could I resist?

    I couldn’t.

    Seconds later, I had pulled her shirt off and was working on reaching up her short skirt to pull her panties down. All that Kylee could  manage to say was, “Daddy…ohh daddy…”

    I wrapped my fingers under her panties felt how wet she had become. Ky moaned as I entered her with two fingers. I held her against me with one arm and pumped my fingers in and out of her with the other.

    “Oh dadddddy. Mmmmm. Daddy.

    She buried her head into my chest and I could feel that she was close already. With one final scream, I felt her hot pussy tense around my fingers and then let loose. Her cum flooded my hand making a mess on the counter.

     “Oh my god daddy” she finally said. “That was amazing”

    “Want to feel more amazing?” I said without missing a beat. I undid my jeans quickly and pulled them down along with my boxers. I grabbed Kylee, sliding her skirt up a little more and pulling her panties off the rest of the way. I pulled her on to my rock hard dick. “Oh Kylee,” I breathed. I felt her tightness completely swallow my cock. “Mmm baby.” I wasted no time in pushing her upper body back on the counter and started pounding into her.

    I knew that I wouldn’t be able to take much more of this. She was so… mine.  So wonderful and wet and mmmm…. A scream broke my train of though. Kylee was about to come again. I fucked her as hard as I could. My daughter kept screaming for me and screaming for her daddy to fuck her harder.

    “Daddy, daddy, daddy, please.” Finally I felt her go rigid and quiet. Then with a burst and scream that could’ve shaken the walls, she came once more.

    The feeling for me was like heaven. I fucked her even harder than I though possible. “Oh baby, Kylee. Mmmm. I’m going to come.” No sooner had the words left my mouth then I erupted in her tiny pussy. I’m pretty sure I stopped breathing for a couple seconds as the pleasure swept over me. I was in a daze.

    As I came to my senses, Kylee sat up and put her arms around me and whispered in my ear. “I love you, Daddy”

me. I towered over Kylee at 6 foot 2 inches tall so I kissed the top of her head as I hugged my baby girl tight. She’s one of the few things I’ve ever done right in my life. I waved the bus driver on, and with that, we headed into the house.

Her mother, Grace, was my high school sweetheart. Kylee got her good looks from her mother. Grace had the same long, curly, dark hair, and deep brown eyes. A bit taller though, at about 5 foot 6 inches. A chest and ass to die for. I on the other hand, had short sandy blond hair and piercing green eyes. I played sports while in high school and even now, had managed to keep my slim appearance. In school, Grace and I did everything together. We married shortly after graduation. A year later, Kylee was in our life. It was perfect and I couldn’t have been happier. When Kylee was about 14 months old, my loving wife was killed by a drunk driver. Since then, it’s just been me and her. Kylee is twelve now, but could easily pass for sixteen. She’s taller then most of her classmates, a skinny 5 foot 4 inches. And after a somewhat embarrassing trip to our local mall, is the proud owner of a 32B chest. Obviously with it just being Kylee and myself, we’ve grown closer than most fathers do with their daughters. I mean sure, occasionally there’s a fight of what clothes she’s going to wear, or bedtime, but for the most part- we’re inseparable.

Kylee kicked off her shoes as she entered the house, and put her book bag on the floor. I had walked to the kitchen and could hear her start to talk as she followed me. “Daddy?” she pouted.

“Yes sweetheart,” I answered.

“Do you think we could have pancakes for dinner? I’m in the mood for breakfast.”

“If that’s what you want Kylee, that’s what you get,” I smiled at my baby. “Just make sure you get your homework done before hand, okay?”

“I’m starting on it now,” she said as she walked away.

She was a smart kid, so I knew it wouldn’t take her long to finish her work. I decided to watch some T.V. while I caught up on some work that my office had sent me. I’m a web designer, so I can go to the office, or I can stay home. Usually, after I get Ky on the bus for school, I head into the office for a few hours, but I’m always home in time to meet her at the mailbox.

I must’ve dozed off for awhile because I woke up to Ky snuggling up to me on the couch. It didn’t matter how old she was, she could always snuggle with me.

“Done?” I asked.

“Of course daddy,” she grinned up at me. Kylee rested her head on my chest and closed her eyes. I thought to myself, “so precious, so sweet.”

I played with my little girl’s hair, wrapping her dark curls around my long finger and letting it bounce back towards her head. “I love you, daddy,” she whispered softly.

“Love you too, Ky.”

I looked down at my lovely daughter laying with me. She looked so much like Grace and was perfect in everyway. I started to doze off again, thinking of how much I loved this beautiful creation.

It was hot, and even half asleep, I could feel the sweat running off of me. I began to wake up slowly, hearing a soft moaning. I’d had a dream about being with my wife. It was so real. Just dreaming about touching her had left me aroused and hard. As I started to wake up the rest of the way, I realized that my left hand was touching skin, nice warm and plump skin. The soft moaning was coming from my daughter.

“Oh shit,” I jerked my hand away from her warm breast and bolted off of the couch.

“Daddy….” she sighed, “don’t stop.”

I must admit, hearing Kylee moan for me was making me even harder. I looked at my daughter in a way I’d never looked at her before. Her eyes were still closed. I firmly told myself that she was still asleep. I looked at the clock, it was nearing six pm. I fixed her bra and shirt and decided to start on dinner. Hopefully she wouldn’t remember any of this.

“Kylee,” I yelled from the kitchen. “Dinner is ready!” I saw her emerge slowly from the living room, her hair was slightly a mess, from sleeping. She rubbed her eyes and asked how long she’d been asleep. “Only a few hours, hunny.” Kylee grabbed a couple of plates from the cabinet and some silverware and started to set the table. I finished flipping the last pancake and set down to eat with her. “Dig in.”

“Mmmmm, Daddy.” The noise made my dick jump as I looked quickly in Ky’s direction. “The pancakes are soooo good,” she grinned at me. I felt embarrassed at the reaction I’d just had to my daughter and turned away as I answered her, feigning interest in something by the fridge.

“I know you love blueberry pancakes, so I had to make them”

“Thanks daddy,” she giggled, “you’re the best.” And with that comment she went back to eating.

While we ate, Kylee went on about her day, her friends, and classes that she’d had. I was only paying attention to half of what she said. The other half of the time, I spent thinking about earlier, and how soft her skin was. Occasionally my eyes would travel to her nice, rounded chest. Thankfully, she didn’t notice.

Once dinner was over, I hurried to clean up and then returned to the living room to finish the work I had started earlier. Kylee watched some T.V. with me, then headed upstairs to her computer to instant message her friends. It was nearing ten at night when I finally shut my laptop. I could hear the water running as Kylee took her shower. I leaned back deep into the couch and envisioned her standing in the shower, wet and soapy. I was hard again and instinctively sought out my dick. I rubbed it for a minute, still thinking of Ky. I heard the water shut off and jumped up. “I need to go to bed,” I whispered to myself. “I should not be thinking like this. Get a hold of yourself Brandon!”

I straightened up the living room, turned out the light, and started up the stairs. I knocked on my baby girl’s door and asked if I could come in for a sec.

“Sure daddy, come in” I turned the door handle over and walked in. Kylee was sitting on her bed brushing her hair, wearing only a towel. I called her over to me and hugged her goodnight. Her skin was still damp and I could smell her body wash. I could feel all of my color drain from my face, and all of the blood in my body rush to my dick. “Daddy? Are you alright?” She looked at me funny.

“I’m fine hun. It’s just kind of warm in here. I’m going to bed now though. See you in the morning.” I kissed her forehead. “Love you.”

“Love you too daddy” she turned around and sat back on her bed and continued to brush her hair. I smiled at her and noticed that I could almost see up the towel. I backed out and shut the door quickly.

“God damn, stop it.” I felt like kicking myself. “What kind of father am I?” I walked down the hall to my room and within minutes I was in bed and turning out the lamp on the night stand. As horny as I was, I drifted off to sleep, only to dream about Grace again.

I was kissing her soft lips, caressing her thighs. Working my hand up to her dripping wet pussy. Grace moaned and bit into my shoulder as I slid one finger into her tight hole and kept a steady pace. I moved my mouth down to her nipple and tenderly bit and sucked at it. I could hear my wife breathing hard as she neared her first orgasm. As she came, her moaning jolted me awake. I could still hear her breathing hard. “Grace?” I said into the darkness.

“Daddy…” Kylee moaned. “Mmmmm, that was so good.”

I panicked when I heard Ky’s voice and my once rock-hard dick, went as soft as jell-o. I could go to jail. This is going to screw her up forever. I’m never going to forgive myself. I flicked on the light by the bed. We needed to talk.

“Ky…” I started to say her name. I couldn’t get any further. I was so ashamed. “Ky,” I started again, “What are you doing in my bed?”

“I couldn’t sleep. I was scared all by myself. So I came in here. You were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you, but I was scared so I climbed in.”

“Kylee, I’m sorry. I was dreaming and that shouldn’t have happened and…” Kylee stopped me from finishing my sentence. She kissed me on the lips and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I kissed her back, not really knowing what to do anymore. I finally broke the kiss, dazed. But she still stopped me from speaking.

“Daddy, I want this. I was awake earlier on the couch, I didn’t want you to stop.”

Kylee’s protest was all that I needed and I pulled her close to me and kissed her. I expertly worked my tongue around her tongue and ran my hands down her body, only taking a second to pull off her nightie. I continued caressing my daughter but stopped at her breasts and felt her hard nipples. I took my time with each one, tugging and pinching lightly. I started to kiss down her neck and licked each nipple, and kept going down. I got to her pussy and stopped. Here was my baby girl laid out in front of me, naked. I timidly licked her pussy and waited for her reaction. She moaned softly, grabbing onto my hair, but didn’t stop me. I continued to lick my baby’s sweet pussy and teased her clit. She was really starting to get into it now. I slowly inserted one finger into her and started finger fucking her. I could still feel her virgin barrier, so I didn’t push too hard.

“Daddddy!” I heard her scream. I could feel that she was close. I kept licking her clit and fucking her with my middle finger. I felt Kylee go rigid as her orgasm hit her. She flooded my hand with her warm juices and I tried to lick up every last drop. I kept my finger in her, moving slowly, until her breathing started to go back to normal.

I moved myself back up beside Kylee and kissed her, letting her taste herself. She grabbed me and said she wanted me to fuck her, to be her first. I was surprised, but I heard myself asking if she was sure. “Yes daddy, please” was her answer. I could see her stick her bottom lip out, in a fake pout. I’d give her the world if I could. So I decided I would give her what she asked for. I stripped off my pajama pants and I moved back down placing my hard dick at her tiny little entrance.

“This is going to hurt at first sweetie.”

“I know daddy, please, just do it fast.” And with that, I slipped the thick head of my 7 inch dick into her tight hole. She jumped and I held still. I let her get used to the feeling and slowly pushed a bit more into her. I continued this until I could feel her barrier. She winced when I first touched it.

“You still sure about this hun?

“Uh-huh, please” I held by baby tight and kissed her as I thrust my dick the rest of the way inside of her and she screamed into my mouth. I stopped to let her pussy stretch out a bit. I could see her crying and it broke my heart. I whispered that I loved her, and she sniffled and whispered it back. My baby was tough.

After a couple of minutes, she seemed more relaxed and I started to pump my dick in and out of her. Kylee’s breathing became faster and faster. I felt animal, almost. I needed this. I needed to make her cum. Oh god, more than anything, I needed her. I grabbed her hips and pounded into her. “Daddy, oh daddy” she screamed, “mmmm, I’m coming!!! I‘m coming!” I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick as she came and I continued fucking my little girl, making her cum twice more.

Finally, I could take it no more. I needed my release. My beautiful girl was too much for me, and I was going to cum. I quickened my pace. I looked down at my daughter, who was moaning and pushing back on my dick, keeping my fast pace. She was such a sight. My slut, my baby. “Mmmm baby… Kylee... Ohhhh!” I was about to cum. I pulled out of her, not wanting to take any chance. “Kyleeeeeeee,” I screamed. My cum was coming out with so much force, that it almost hurt. I watched as it covered her stomach and breasts, it even reached up to her lips. Finally, after what seemed like hours, it stopped.

I looked at Kylee, she was smiling and covered in my cum. She teasingly licked some of my cum off of her lips. Beautiful.