Sitting with my erection pulsing gently, expanding and contracting slowly, deliciously, I thought about how lucky I was. I'd never known incest could be so exciting, nor that underage sex could be so thrilling and satisfying.

Jenna's silken pussy held me in a tight warm grip as she leaned back against me, sitting on the couch watching Hanna Montana, her skirt spread and soft white cotton panties dangling from one small ankle. Every so often she'd clench, tightening her pussy delightfully and I'd give her a responsive throb of my erection. Holding her petite body to me with one arm around her torso, her legs spread over my thighs, and one hand cupping the delicate pout of her pudendum, I concentrated, not on the TV, but on the feeling at the tip of my penis. I could detect the hard, rubbery sensation of her small cervix pressing against me, her immature womb close. Her warm velvety pussy gripped the length of my erection so sensuously it felt like paradise. And I couldn't get enough. No matter how many times we had sex, it wasn't enough. No matter how deeply I penetrated her incredible pussy, I wanted to go deeper.

I moved slightly, the urge to fuck so, so strong.

"Don't move, Daddy," Jenna instructed immediately without taking her attention from the TV show. "It's not finished yet."

I moaned quietly when she clenched her incredible pussy, squeezing my hard erection deliciously, precum oozing into her.

Perhaps even better, if that was possible, was how enthusiastic Jenna was. I'd never have expected her to be so active, initiating sex so frequently. But Jenna had an endless appetite to feel me inside her pussy, to feel herself full and stretched, to feel her daddy's erection throbbing in her, loving her. She had an endless and innocently unrestrained curiosity, completely uninhibited. She liked to explore and feel new sensations. She'd found a side of her relationship with me that thrilled her, made her feel close, made her feel good, gave her "nice cums Daddy."

I was completely and utterly addicted, unashamedly addicted to incestuous sex with my eight year old daughter.

It had started with a business trip to Minnesota in mid winter. Winter break meant I couldn't have my neighbours look after her as they did in the afternoons during school term. I'd brought her with me and it was no hardship. I loved Jenna passionately with a fierceness only a proud father can have. I strutted and boasted to anyone who would listen, expounding on her accomplishments, her cheery personality, her beauty that reminded me of her mother. I bored all of my friends stiff with enthusiastic descriptions of her every talent, real or imagined, and my wallet was thick with photos that I'd pull out at the drop of a hat. I loved Jenna fiercely.

Just not that way.

It wasn't the bone-chilling cold of a Minnesota winter that changed things. It wasn't ulterior motives on either of our parts. It really wasn't. There were no gut-wrenching emotions, no shock, no recriminations or coercion, no soul-searching or guilt. In fact, it felt like the most natural thing in the world when it happened. As if it was destined to be, both of us simply accepting and enjoying. We fell into incest quite eagerly, and it was the delicate pout of her pudendum that I have to thank for it.

Four things happened; a nightmare that drew Jenna into my bed late at night, a morning erection that had pushed against Jenna's side, enhanced by a warm cuddly body laying next to me, a warm soft hand caressing my erection when I woke up from sweet dreams, Jenna whispering "nice, Daddy" so softly and lovingly, and my hand resting on her panties feeling the delicate pout of her pudendum, a stunningly erotic mound.

That was all, nothing more.

I didn't think about it, wrestle with demons that weren't there, or cower in shock, scold or pull away. It felt good to have my daughter caressing my erection, it felt good. It felt marvellous to cup her small plump pubis. And it felt wonderful, simply wonderful to slip my fingers under the waist of soft cotton panties and hold a delightfully smooth, hairless pussy, small and warm. The pure excitement of slipping my hand beneath her soft panties, of touching my little girl sexually, was incredibly erotic, the delicate pout of her pudendum intoxicating.

At the time it seemed quite acceptable to lean over her on one elbow, look into her sweet face and kiss small ruby red lips. I didn't question her encouragement when she let my erection go and reached for me, small arms lightly circling my neck. It just seemed natural, it felt right. It seemed appropriate to whisper "I love you," because I did love her, deeply, and suddenly passionately. And I liked the feeling of my heart thumping with unexpected pleasure when my sweet eight year old whispered "I love you too, Daddy," before gently pulling my neck, seeking another kiss from her father, dark opalescent eyes glistening. We just seemed to fall into a new aspect of our relationship with no hesitation, as if it had always been in the cards, destined to be.

There was never any doubt in my mind I was going to make love to my daughter, never, not a trace of doubt. The kiss that started so gently, so chastely with soft warm lips against mine, grew more passionate when I traced her closed lips with the tip of my tongue. It grew more passionate when Jenna pulled just a bit tighter. It grew heated when I felt her small mouth opening, lips parting, and pleasure flooded my body when my daughter let me touch her tongue, so small and delicate, yet warm and soft, so receptive.

It seemed so acceptable to be sexually aroused by my daughter; no thought, just pure enjoyment. It felt so natural, so exciting. Pulling my hand from her cotton panties, I caressed my darling's small cheek with my thumb, intense love and arousal flowing through me, her silky skin feeling good. Jenna's tongue retreated, inviting me into her mouth and, for the first time, I explored my daughter's small moist mouth, tasted her, and loved every second of her tongue's caress. It was exceptionally erotic made more so by the incestuous nature of it.

And there was never any doubt in my mind she wanted me to make love to her; not after she took my hand from her cheek, placed it back on her small pouty pudendum, soft cotton against the palm of my hand, and whispered, "here Daddy, touch me here," as she parted her legs.

Jenna's small pussy was quite incredible. Despite its diminutive size it seemed to fill her crotch, a soft pad of seduction, a remarkably sexy mound that curved and filled the gap between her parted thighs. I felt her warmth and, with three fingers, explored her alluring creases, deep at the sides and shallow in the center. Her rounded labia felt plump under my touch. Jenna's small warm hand returned to my erection, curling around the shaft, fingers not quite meeting. She held me with such gentleness. Her moves built my desire, a pleasing urge within me to explore further. I wanted my daughter, wanted her sexually, and her actions thrilled me.

"Let's take your panties off," I suggested softly, received by a warm smile. And for the first time I felt the extraordinary sexual thrill of pulling a little girl's soft cotton panties down, of unveiling a child, the sexual allure of a prepubescent girl. It was intensely exciting. The way she raised her bottom as I slipped one side down and then the other was so erotic, her pretty eyes watching me carefully with a gentle encouraging smile. Feeling her silky slender thigh against my hand as I pushed them down was arousing, deeply arousing. Her act of lifting her legs to let her daddy pull them off, an act so accepting, was thrilling. I clutched those soft white cotton panties in my hand, my daughter's panties still warm from resting next to her pussy. I'd never realized how sexy chaste white girlish cotton panties could be, but they were, intensely sexy.

Bending to her, I watched her beautiful eyes close when I kissed her luscious lips, the tip of my tongue tracing where they met. Jenna squeezed my erection when I sucked her lower lip and nibbled it gently, her mouth opening, her tiny tongue touching my upper lip. Precum oozed out when Jenna mimicked me, sucking my upper lip lightly.

Gently our tongues met, the tips touching. Dropping her panties, my hand traced up her slender leg, slipping to the inside, feeling warm silky skin, young skin, very young skin. Her hand squeezed my erection again when I let the tip of my tongue push slightly into her mouth. She let my erection go. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling gently to increase the pressure of our kiss just as the edge of my hand, the side of my index finger, nestled into the warm crease between her pussy and leg.

Jenna moaned and God, sucked my tongue; softly, gently, warm lips hugging it. She made a little gasping sound, breaking our sensual kiss when my hand cupped her pouty pussy, pure skin contact, not a trace of pubic hair. She kissed me again with more passion, her tongue probing at my mouth when I touched her cleft, her legs parting wider wanting her daddy to touch her. Precum dampened the sheet and Jenna's arousal dampened the tip of my middle finger, a slippery silky moisture which I drew up her tightly closed cleft. My Jenna was sexually aroused and it sent bolts of pleasure through me.

I applied gentle pressure to her short cleft and, feeling her plump labia part to hug the tip of my finger, shock waves of excitement pounded through me, my erection straining. My daughter's silken labia parted more and heat surrounded the tip of my probing finger. Another shock wave of excitement pulsed when I touched her tiny clitoris, a little bump nestled between her labia, halfway down her short cleft. Jenna sighed softly as I caressed it with a feather-light touch. Reaching down, I collected slippery precum on my finger and watched a smile grow on her sweet face when I spread it along her little slit, rubbing gently, tracing the long clitoral hood and pausing to rub her hardened bead of a clit. "Feels good, Daddy," she sighed, parting her legs more and squeezing my erection gently.

But hearing Jenna whisper, "more, Daddy, I like it," as she moved her hips to add pressure to my finger, and feeling her small warm hand stroke my shaft, had me in a feverish state. Never, never in my life had I been so sexually excited, never. I had never experienced such eroticism as I was with my eight year old daughter. I had never known incestuous underage sex could be so exciting. And I knew I was going to have sex with her beyond any doubt when she stroked my erection again, rubbed the tip spreading the slippery precum down the shaft and said softly, lovingly, "Big, Daddy, it's big."

"You're so beautiful, Jenna," I said with intense love in my voice. She was. Dark, almost ebony hair spread like a halo on the pillow, sweet, sweet face shining at me with love, eyes bright, my Jenna, my angel, so attractive. "I love you very much."

"Me too, Daddy," she sighed as I slipped the covers down and bent to kiss tiny nipples. Jenna's small hands caressed my hair while I licked and sucked each nipple, tiny hard beads on her small flat chest. I felt the fast beating of her small heart against my lips, my Jenna excited. Gentle pecks on her silken warm tummy led me to her small pussy, her sensual mound rising majestically from her concave stomach. It yielded so erotically to my lips when I pressed against the thick pad and, as I did, I smelled my daughter's arousal for the first time, a subtle scent, mild, something that stimulated a spot in my brain and made my erection strain painfully. My darling daughter was so enticing, so sexy.

Moving down between small slender legs, I feasted my eyes on her prepubescent pussy, one of nature's most glorious creations. Soft and seductive, plump and prominent, it filled the gap between her thighs, a proud, pouting pudendum. Jenna's puffy labia had parted slightly, enough to reveal her secrets, for me to see the long clitoral hood nestled between and, at the end, halfway down her little cleft, the rise of her clit protected by a cowl, shiny and pink. Her inner lips were short, tiny. Her sexy, sexy slit glistened and the dark shadow of her tiny vagina appeared at the confluence of her labia. Sweet buttocks swelled out below. It was so arousing to study her immature vulva, to know I was going to touch and explore. Without pubic hair, Jenna's pussy seemed so soft, so virginal, so pure, so prepubescent; so intoxicating. She excited me, my angel, my Jenna, soon to be my little lover.

I kissed her gorgeous pussy, letting my tongue probe the exciting tiny, tiny opening of her vagina, tasting her seductive ambrosia and drawing it up. She sighed "Daddy" so sweetly, her small hips curling up to push her clitoris against me, her hands reaching down to hold my hair. Breathing heavier, holding my head harder, Jenna's legs hooked around my neck, pulling my face against her seductive little pussy.

I knew I going to have intercourse with my daughter when she climaxed so sweetly, little expulsions of air, crying out "Daddy" over and over with each firm thrust of her pelvis, each wave of her orgasm. Jenna insistently pushed her little pussy into my face, covering me with her sweet arousal, tugging at my head with hands and legs. I sucked and licked, caressed and encouraged her climax, helping her peak, a hard grunt finally filling the air, and helped her come down gently from her orgasm with soft kisses of inflamed, tender labia as she sighed and collapsed. I knew I was going to have sex with my angel.

Jenna lay quietly, chest panting and eyes closed as I rose. When she felt me caress her appealingly petite body, dark opalescent eyes opened and she smiled a glorious smile, love burning. "Daddy," she said softly, sensuously. Leaning over I kissed her gently. "Turn over, Honey."

With a sexy, sexy wiggle, Jenna enthusiastically rolled onto her front, resting her cheek on the pillow, arms slipping up under it. My daughter was as exciting and desirable from the rear as she was from the front. Now I could see her small shoulders, a curve of her spine, each vertebrae and shoulder blade visible. Her smallness excited me. Even more stunning was the incredibly sexy shape of her sweet bottom, gaining roundness and swelling up seductively. Suddenly in this position my Jenna had a waist, gently flaring hips, and two of the most alluring buttocks I'd ever seen; soft, petite and, in their relaxed state, lovely sexy pear shapes. She was an intensely desirable little lady, a prepubescent angel, and I wanted to have sex with her desperately.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I let my eyes trace her sexy valley, a deep alluring crease between her proud buttocks. It curved down into the arousing gap between her slender thighs and, God, her pouty pudendum filled that gap, moisture glistening along her closed cleft. My hands were trembling as I caressed two buttocks, another of nature's finest creations, her silky skin cool under my heated hands. I was fascinated, or perhaps obsessed with them. They were pliable but firm and spread so easily with such a deep valley between. Each cheek was a perfect handful, perfect, wonderful.

I loved the small creases where Jenna's buttocks swept down to meet her slender thighs, creases that started deep in her crotch. They fit my thumbs perfectly and, when I pulled on them gently, oh God, her labia slowly separated, the dark shadow of her tiny vagina appeared, pink skin inside her little slit glistened, and finally the small reddened nub of her clitoris appeared, protected by plump labia.

My erection was harder than I could remember, jutting up at a forty-five degree angle, wet from precum sliding down the shaft, bobbing and pulsing. I had an urgent need to have sex with my darling, to feel myself pushing into her, feel her tightness, her youth. I bent and kissed two sweet buttocks, silky cool skin yielding to pressure. Reaching up I pulled two pillows down and, lifting Jenna's waist, slipped them under her.

Straddling her legs I plumped up the pillows until her small bottom was raised, buttocks parting, petite sexy pussy oozing out between slender thighs. Shuddering, I held my erection and moved forward, watching intently at the arousing sight of my adult erection nearing a child's pussy, my child's pussy. I looked so big, Jenna so small, so young, and it inflamed the desire inside me. The first touch, the wet tip of my erection nestling softly to Jenna's plump labia, was exquisitely erotic. The feelings bombarding my senses built as I spread precum along her short slit, making it glisten with moisture, slippery, silky.

Carefully I added pressure, sliding the large flared crown up and down, and slowly, in an intensely erotic movement, her plump labia parted, hugging just the tip. Strong pulses were making my erection swell, depositing even more precum. It was so arousing to see the flared head pushing into my daughter's small cleft and watching her thick labia bulge out. I was going to penetrate her. God I was going to penetrate my eight year old daughter and it was so, so exciting.

Gradually I added more pressure, concentrating my movements at the small depression leading to her tiny vagina. I used small circular movements to worm my erection in, gradually getting deeper, plump labia spreading seductively. Need was feverishly pounding through me, pressure in my head, erection hard, hard. Yet, by force of will I took time, tried to be careful, gently pushing, gently withdrawing and, eventually, after what seemed like hours, Jenna's tiny vaginal opening touched my erection, labia stretched wide and hugging half my crown. I was there, at Jenna's tiny entrance; my little girl's vagina.

Understanding the gift my daughter was giving me made me cautious despite the thundering desire to thrust, to penetrate. Instead I made tiny little pushes, little thrusts made with the utmost care, the crown of my erection flattening slightly at her resistant entrance, so impossibly tiny. But slowly, exquisitely slowly I was rewarded and Jenna began to stretch, her tiny, tiny opening began to dilate. Little thrusts of my straining erection slowly stretched her, a vice-like ring slipping halfway down my crown. I heard Jenna inhale and saw her buttocks clench just as a ring of blood appeared, my erection swelling as Jenna gave her precious virginity to her daddy.

"Are you okay, Honey?" I asked softly, backing off slightly, one of the hardest things I'd ever done.

"Uh-huh," Jenna replied, eyes closed with a slight frown. With determination she pushed her small bottom back a bit, encouraging her daddy to continue.

With my straining erection lodged partly in the entrance to her tight vagina, I caressed her sweet bottom, now firm as it bent over the pillows. I held her little waist, the sight of my thumbs almost touching making me pulse strongly, more lubrication leaking. It reinforced how small she was, how petite, how young. And that excited me even more, driving a desire to thrust. I didn't.

I probed gently with tiny back and forth movements, eyes riveted on my crown being squeezed and blanching from the pressure. I didn't want my Jenna to hurt. Gradually the vice-like ring of her opening slipped over my crown, stretching, stretching more, until suddenly it popped over. I was in, held by a tight smooth grip, warm and pulsing on me. I was in, penetrating my eight year old daughter, her entrance a firm ring on my shaft. I was in, God I was in, my adult erection inside my darling child's little pussy.

Her pussy looked massively stretched around my shaft, little buttocks spread, and it was thrilling to see, thrilling to see my erection penetrating her. I waited with my penis pulsing hard, waited for my daughter to become accustom to the massive intrusion stretching her little pussy. I waited for her to decide, her little hands curled gripping the pillow. I saw her hands relax, felt her push her sweet bottom back. It was the signal I hoped for and, holding her slender waist, I started pushing into my darling, using short slow strokes to spread my precum inside her, to lubricate her, each stroke easing a bit deeper into her velvety sheath, tight, exquisitely tight. Gradually my strokes gained depth slipping in and out, nudging deeper, deeper, and at last I felt her end. With less than an inch left I felt my erection touch her cervix. I was in paradise, my penis gripped in a moist glove, velvety soft, tight, tight. I was in paradise.

Precum had made Jenna very slippery. My erection glided out smoothly from her tight embrace, her little pussy seeming to invert, the flared ridge of my crown appearing, oozing out of her. I pushed, slipping in seductively to again be held snugly in her little pussy. It was incredible, so damned arousing, sex with my daughter! Holding her small, slender hips more firmly I started to stroke smoothly, long slow withdrawals, erection glistening, long firm electrifying thrusts, sinking into a velvet paradise, penis being squeezed tightly. I could feel my orgasm already awaken, pressure inside my body, pulse rate accelerated, heaviness in my balls. Excited, excited.

Groaning with the sensations bombarding me, with the excitement of actually having sex with my little girl, I started thrusting more firmly, pulling her against me faster with full deep thrusts, her beautiful pussy massaging me erotically, holding me tight. The sight of my erection penetrating such an immature pussy inflamed me, so, so arousing. Excitement drove me and I pushed harder, deeper and suddenly, right when I felt my climax beginning, I buried myself inside Jenna fully, all of me, her sweet buttocks pressed to my groin.

That was it. With her cervix pressed hard against the tip, my climax stormed in, a tornado assaulting me. "Cumming, Baby," I moaned as the flood gates opened, the huge pressure in my groin suddenly releasing, erection swelling, and semen pulsed up my shaft, painfully exploding inside my little girl. There was roaring in my ears as another larger surge punished me. I pulled back and shoved deep spurting hard against her cervix, my semen flooding her little womb in a seemingly endless gut-wrenching spurt. The gates opened. "Oh God, Oh God," I moaned holding Jenna's little body tight, shoving into her in short firm strokes, spurting gloriously with each solid thrust, semen surging up, sweet little buttocks bouncing against my groin. I came hard, my stomach cramping, toes curling as I desperately tried to fill her. Tugging her sweet bottom against me, I came so hard I had nothing left and still I was stroking, white froth collecting. I dry heaved almost crying with the exquisite pleasure punishing my body, until finally, thank God, finally my orgasm passed, releasing me from the sweet torture.

Panting, exhausted, thrilled, I leaned over Jenna, collected my little lover in my arms and rolled onto my side, bringing her with me, my withering erection still inside her snug pussy as we spooned together.

We slept. I missed my morning meetings.

Jenna stirring woke me from a drug-like slumber, muscles relaxed and a large wet spot on the sheet, the arousing odour of sex in the air. She turned in my arms and looked at me with sleepy eyes. "Daddy?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you like it?" she questioned softly with hesitancy in her voice that surprised me.

I hugged my daughter tight, kissed her crown. "God, Sweetheart, it was the best thing I've ever experienced," I said with feeling. "I loved it."

I heard her whisper, "me too," and, after a short pause, add in a stronger voice, "can we do it again?"

Oh yes. We were definitely going do it again. I'd discovered the joy of incest, the intense pleasure of underage sex. Yes, we were definitely going to do it again. "Yes, Love, we can," I whispered, pulling her to me tighter.

I managed to reschedule my meeting for the afternoon and, with some cajoling, rebook our flight home for that evening. Walking though the airport with Jenna's hand in mine took on a new meaning for me. I held the hand of my daughter, now the hand of my little underage lover. It felt exciting, it felt perfect. Her gaze of pleasure added to my excitement.

That night it was very late when we got home, both of us tired from the journey and Jenna, I was sure, probably sore. But importantly, significantly, I led her to my room when it was bed time. "I want you to sleep with me, Sweetheart," I said with a smile. "I need you near."

"Kay!"

The happy smile that graced her pretty face was one I would remember forever, I thought. And with happy thoughts and my warm petite lover cuddled in my arms I slept; one of the best sleeps of my life.

It didn't take much for Jenna to get me going on Saturday morning. A shower evolved from exploratory washing to frisky playing which brought on an erection rather quickly. And Jenna's slow stroke had me highly aroused in no time. But it was watching her bend slightly with two hands on my erection, watching her kiss the tip, her soft lips feeling wonderful, and watching her small pink tongue emerge from her open mouth to lick the crown delicately that had me hard, hard.

Dark opalescent eyes looked up at me, a smile growing. "How do I do it?" Jenna asked.

Rather heatedly I answered with a question, "can you put it in your mouth?"

My heart was pounding as Jenna bent slightly, opened her small mouth and slipped it over the flared head. Dark opalescent eyes turned up to look at me, mouth open wide, sweet lips stretched and locked on my shaft. There was a twinkle of mischief in those eyes that turned me on no end. Seeing my daughter with my seemingly huge erection in her mouth was almost enough.

Gently I held the back of her small head, her eyes watching me.

"Like this," I whispered heatedly and pulled carefully, her mouth sinking down. God, so good. I let the pressure off and she pulled off slightly before I encouraged again, teaching her the motion of oral sex. Despite her mouth being full of her daddy's erection, I saw a smile at the edges of her lips and eyes that twinkled before she looked down. Without waiting, she started slipping her mouth up and down the crown of my erection, lips silky and tight, both small hands holding the shaft, her teeth scraping slightly.

It was exquisite. Seeing my erection in my eight year old daughter's mouth, her head moving slowly and warm moist mouth rubbing my crown, was completely erotic, totally sexy. The sight alone stirred my orgasm. But it was the touch of a small tongue caressing my crown and the sudden suction, cheeks indenting that brought on paradise. Pressure released uncontrollably, erection swelled, pleasure thundered in. I came, semen jetting out in a weak first spurt. Pleasure crashed through my brain as a second strong, strong pulse of cum burned up my shaft, bursting into Jenna's mouth with force. Pure bliss rocked my body as Jenna pulled back, coughing, hands still clutching my pulsing penis as it spurted onto her chest. I grasped my erection stroking hard. My vision narrowed as I came, shooting cum on my daughter, the sight of semen dripping from her lips inflaming me. I beat off, stroking myself, shooting semen on her flat chest, thick cum dripping, breathing heavily as I let the wonderful climax flow through me.

"Sorry, Daddy. I meant to swallow but forgot," she said after I swept her up into my arms. I kissed her, tasting my semen on her lips. Holding Jenna, cradling my exciting little lover, I let the shower rinse us off. "Never be sorry, Sweetheart. Never. What you did was fantastic and I loved it." I did. It had been so forward and adventurous of her it had surprised me, pleasantly surprised me.

Jenna proud smile glowed and she gave me a hug. Paradise; I had found paradise and it was my eight year old daughter.

There didn't seem to be a sudden change in our relationship. Sex just appeared, as if it had always been there lurking somewhere. There was also a complete lack of shyness, hesitation or embarrassment between us. We just accepted it. I fully enjoyed picking Jenna up and kissing her in a very adult way whenever the whim took me. I loved, absolutely loved, being able to cup her crotch and feel the delicate pout of her pudendum regardless of what she was wearing. And Jenna's smile when I did, her complete enjoyment of her daddy touching her, only added to mine. I discovered the erotic thrill of sexually fondling a child, the excitement of being able to slip my fingers down the front of her jeans, wiggle them under her girlish cotton undies, and most erotic of all, cup her pouty little pudendum, soft, prominent and hairless. And every time I did, she sucked her small tummy in to help. My Jenna liked her daddy touching her.

I discovered the thrill of having a child touch me sexually too. Jenna could give me an erection so fast just by rubbing my penis over my pants. But watching an eight year old unzipping me and worm her petite hand inside, feeling her gently touch my penis and hold the shaft would have me straining and hard.

The second time we had intercourse was early evening on Saturday. I had asked Jenna to wear a skirt that evening so I could feel her panties and fondle her pussy and bum, something I was rapidly becoming addicted to. Sitting side by side on the couch as we watched TV, I was holding her panty-clad pussy under her skirt, enjoying the way it felt in my hand, enjoying the illicitness of it. Unasked, she had cocked one leg up on the couch to give me room to fondle her, a complicit action that spoke volumes. Jenna's hand was gently caressing my crotch, almost unconsciously, tracing the outline of my erection with her fingers, rubbing her palm on the flared head and slipping down to caress my balls every so often. I was extremely turned on, more so when I felt the slight dampness of Jenna's arousal in the gusset of her cotton panties.

When the sitcom ended, I pulled Jenna onto my lap, facing me, her knees on either side. I wanted her again. Holding her small body lightly I pulled her into a kiss, soft lips thrilling me, her small mouth thrilling me. It was a simple kiss, lips lingering, no tongue. Very sexy.

Jenna pulled back and looked at me with that beguiling smile, a sexy, sexy smile that was so innocent at the same time. "Are we going do it again, Daddy?" she asked, sending a shiver of excitement through me.

I let my smile and hands answer. I very definitely wanted to do it again. Sex with my daughter was now top on my list of favourite things. Reaching under her little skirt I caressed two perfect cotton-clad buttocks, small and round, firm, lovely. Jenna laid her head on my shoulder with a sigh as I stroked the outline of her little slit from behind, tracing up and down with a feather-light touch, and explored the delicate pout of her pudendum.

Eventually she stirred, pushing her bottom back. I thought it was for more stimulation until I felt her hands worming their way between us, fumbling with the button of my pants. The sound of a zipper was loud in my ears.

Reaching higher I felt for the waist of her cotton panties, tugging gently, pulling the back halfway down her seductive little buttocks. Suddenly Jenna scrambled up.

"Wait, Daddy," she said enthusiastically. Reaching under her skirt, pink cotton, sexy pink cotton slipped down, one leg lifting, and panties settled around her other ankle. I was pulsing at the sight, somehow so innocent yet so arousing; an underage girl in a short skirt with panties hanging off one ankle, naked underneath, very arousing. I think she knew how it aroused me. She had the sweetest smile on her face, excitement glistening in her alluring eyes.

My erection popped up pointing at my navel when I pushed my pants to my knees. I put my butt back down on the couch as Jenna stood straddling me.

"Hold on a sec, Jenna," I instructed as she started to sit. I had an idea I wanted to try, something that I'd never considered before but now seemed so exciting. I wanted to look up a little girl's skirt. Slowly I lifted the front of her skirt, watched slender thighs appear, watched the seductive curves and, holding my breath, looked at her perfectly bald little pussy. Peeking up a child's skirt was very exciting, but seeing a naked prepubescent pussy, a perfect peach between sexy thighs was amazing, amazing. Precum dampened my crown as I contemplated my daughter's vulva, the delicate pout of her pubis. Small, plump, arousing, simply glorious!

With my hands holding two silky buttocks I guided Jenna down to her knees. She held my shoulders as her little pussy touched the underside of my erection. Her skirt hid everything, but touch was enough. With a hand on her back I pulled her to me, her head resting on my shoulder. Reaching down I explored her sexy open cleft, labia spread as her knees straddled me.

My daughter was damp, her arousal silky, warm and slippery on my fingertips. I spread it to her clit, rubbing gently, erection straining. The tip of my finger returned to the source, probing carefully, following the slippery moisture. I groaned when I touched her tiny, tiny entrance, hot on my finger. I knew how tight she was and, slipping the tip into her to the first knuckle, confirmed it. Tight velvet grasped me. Her soft moan thrilled me.

With one hand I raised her bottom, Jenna's arms circling my neck. With the other hand I fished for my erection, pulling it out, the tip slipping along a warm wet cleft, silky labia rubbing me. We both trembled when it lodged at her entrance, tiny, hot, moist.

"Ready?" I asked in a whisper.

"Uh-huh."

Jenna pushed down as I held my shaft. The experience of penetrating her pussy was even better, if possible. This time I wasn't hurting her, not worried about how deep I could safely go. This time all I felt was an amazingly tight ring dilate erotically, and slowly slip over the head. Jenna used small up and down motions to push my erection in and, with a deep sigh, she pushed fluidly, my crown sliding in, hugged tightly, warm, God I was having sex with my daughter again.

Releasing my shaft I held two glorious buttocks gently, letting Jenna set the pace. Feeling my erection slip out almost completely then surrounded by moist heat was fantastic. Feeling my erection penetrating Jenna deeper with each move was wonderful. But, when I rubbed her tiny tightly closed rosebud with my finger, Jenna froze. I pulled lubrication from where we were joined and spread it over her tiny asshole, put the tip of my finger at the entrance and held it there. She shuddered, inhaled deeply and then pushed down, my fingertip penetrating her tight rectum. Suddenly she shoved herself down, crying out as she buried my erection inside paradise, completely buried me, my finger in her anus up to the second knuckle.

I felt her bear down, her bum tightening. "Daddy!" she said with some surprise, "it feels good in my bum." She reinforced it by rising slightly and shoving her bottom down hard, my finger slipping deeper, my erection battered by her cervix.

She must have loved it. Jenna went wild, bouncing on my lap, her arms hugging my neck for dear life. It seemed Jenna liked anal stimulation. She bounced and shoved in increasingly frantic moves, hot little breaths against my neck, sighs, moans, bottom thrusting.

I had a wild child on me, a child shoving my erection as deep as it could possibly go, her pussy gripping and massaging the length with each hard thrust, and it felt wonderful, wonderful. Having my daughter so aggressive was amazing. Feeling my erection sliding out of her tight velvety sheath then stuffed in hard was quickly bringing my climax close. Her rubbery cervix was battering the tip of my erection and I couldn't believe it wasn't hurting her. Yet she huffed and puffed her sweet warm breath against my neck, small arms holding me tight, little bottom bouncing driving me deep. I was in heaven, holding on for dear life as an eight year old screwed me better than I'd ever been screwed before.

Jenna's orgasm approached, announced with heated whispers, "Daddy, Daddy," on each hard downward thrust, my finger buried in her rectum. I felt my erection swell, the prelude to my climax. Jena's pussy tightened. Her pace increased slightly and then completely lost rhythm. "Oh Daddy!" she cried out, her vagina cramping around my penis and slamming herself down.

"God Baby, Daddy's cumming," I gasped as I exploded, semen tearing up my shaft to blast hot and thick into her immature womb.

"Daddy!" she cried out as she rose and slammed down. A huge painful surge of cum charged up, spurting hard, hard, hot wetness surrounding my penis.

"Daddy!" she cried out again slamming down, my erection swelling painfully as another load of cum spurt out deep, deep inside her.

Quickly, desperately, I pulled my finger from her ass, grasped her slender waist and masturbated myself with her body, lifting and lowering my daughter's tight vagina on my spurting erection, shoving deep, cumming hard. Hot semen dripped into my groin as I used Jenna's body, Jenna grunting as I released glorious spurts of cum every time I pulled her down. I came, came hard until nothing was left except an empty feeling, drained, completely drained.

Holding Jenna to me tightly, I whispered, "beautiful, you're beautiful." Her body jerked in my arms irregularly with the fading remnants of her orgasm.

We didn't stir. I held my daughter to me, feeling my penis shrivel in total satisfaction, eventually falling out of her tight vagina, a gush of semen soaking my groin.

"Do you think it would fit back there?" She asked softly in her post-orgasmic calm, her cheek on my shoulder, my arms holding her lovingly.

"Hmmm?"

"In my bum, Daddy. Do you think it would fit in?"

"Would you like to try it sometime?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," she replied. I felt her nod too.

And we did. The very next day. We'd gone to bed exhausted, sexually exhausted, muscles tired. Jenna had cuddled close, her face resting against my side. I'd held her little bottom, let my finger slip between her legs and touch the semen still dampening her. It thrilled me that it was my cum inside her. My Jenna, my angel, my perfect little lover, my eight year old daughter.

It happened when we both woke up, winter sunlight streaming through the window, my warm naked daughter cuddled in my arms, her sexy little buttocks nestled against me sandwiching my morning erection. Jenna explored the sensation of having her Daddy's erection between her cheeks with little clenches that massaged me. We hadn't said a word.

I encouraged her by sliding my penis through her butt crack. The release of precum suddenly made the motion very arousing. I knew Jenna felt my precum. She moaned softly and pushed her sweet little bottom back against me. We humped against each other lazily until I remembered her comment about anal sex, my penis swelling with excitement.

We didn't say a word as I reached down to hold my shaft. I guided the tip between her buttocks, spreading lubrication, pulling back slightly. With a small shift, moving Jenna up a bit, the tip of my erection touched her anus. She clenched her bottom then relaxed at the touch.

I finally spoke, asking, "Do you want to try sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh," she answered, emphasizing her answer with a little push, her hands holding my arm that wrapped around her body.

With one arm firmly holding her petite body, the other firmly holding my shaft, I pushed the tip of my erection against her little asshole gently, precum oozing out. Nothing happened. I pushed again, her rectum now slippery. Nothing happened.

"Try to relax, Honey," I whispered and pushed again. This time I felt a bit of progress, not much, just a yielding. I started humping gently, rhythmically. Slowly Jenna's bottom opened, letting a little bit more of my crown in with each push, stretching her bum gradually. I penetrated her tiny ass suddenly, as if I popped in, her anal ring a painfully tight vice on my shaft, heat surrounding my crown.

It was very different from vaginal penetration, her ring much stronger, tighter, her insides hot. Jenna moaned but I couldn't tell if it was pain or excitement.

"Okay, Honey?" I asked, my erection lodged inside her bum.

"Uh-huh," she whispered. "Good, it feels good, Daddy. Do you like it?"

"God, Sweetie, I love it," I answered with passion.

With me firmly lodged in place I reached around her and cupped her pouty pudendum, using my middle finger to seek out her clitoris. Finding it, I stroked her softly, hoping to build her arousal. I hadn't moved my erection, simply enjoying the excitement of penetrating her petite bum.

Jenna moved from the stimulation of her clit, my erection slipping in slightly. The feeling had me moaning and, hugging her tighter, I pulled her to me, pushed and, in one glorious stroke, slipped into her ass in a long smooth stroke, burying myself in her heat, clutching her to me. Stunning, simply stunning.

Her bubbly buttocks clenched and that was that. I started humping Jenna's tight ass, holding her delicate body as I hunched and thrust, my excitement building. Gradually my strokes got longer, more insistent, hunching to get as deep inside her as I could, strumming her clit, pulling her small exciting body back to me. I loved taking her ass, holding her in my arms and feeling her little bottom in my groin; I loved it. It would have been nice to make it last. But when Jenna started participating, curling her sweet bottom back against me, I lost control. My thrusts became harder, deeper as I chased a climax. I penetrated my child harder as pressure built, holding her small body tight.

I didn't know if Jenna climaxed. My orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, roaring noise in my ears, erection swelling, hard, hard, and groaning loudly, I announced my orgasm. "God cumming, Baby, Daddy's cumming."

It crashed over me, cum racing up to jet inside her bottom with exquisite pleasure pounding me. I humped, thrust and exploded, hot, hot semen flooding my crown. I cried out as I wallowed in pleasure, thrusting into her tight bum, spurting, bliss overwhelming me. I came and came, hips jerking with each exquisite spurt, holding onto my sexy little lover for dear life.

Eventually the roaring in my ears cleared, sweat collecting between us, and my erection waned as I panted, completely satisfied, drained and relaxed.

I was addicted to sex with Jenna.

During the day I'd grab Jenna every so often, lift her and hug her to me, bury my face in her neck, inhale my little lover's aroma and kiss her. Her giggles were intensely arousing. I found it hard to accept that this stunningly pretty little eight year old, my gorgeous daughter, was my lover.

She'd told me how much she liked it in her bottom, how good her cum was, "Really big, Daddy."

But it was as I was hugging at some point that I realized just how erotic and enticing her smallness was, how turned on I was by her petite prepubescent, childish body. And that realization brought on another. I realized I wanted to fuck her while feeling how small she was. A vision of her petite body under me sprang to mind, my adult body completely covering her, her slender little legs sticking out from my hips, small arms too short to fully hold me, her head turned, cheek against my chest. It had me achingly hard. Something about the picture, the raw excitement of fucking an underage child was now extremely arousing. Not making love, no. Just sex, pure sex, pure carnal desire, fucking.

That night in bed I explained to Jenna what I wanted to do, explained how it excited me. I tried to explain what I meant by fucking, not making love, just pure sex. I wasn't sure she'd be able to have an orgasm and told her that too. I also told her how I worried I was that I might be too heavy or possibly too rough; worried I might inadvertently hurt her.

Jenna just smiled. "It's okay, Daddy. I don't mind. You can do it."

She confirmed it by rolling onto her back, smiling so sweetly at me as she parted her legs. I contemplated her petite body, slender, almost shapeless, two hip bones rising and between, the remarkable pad of her mons, the delicate pout of her pudendum.

Leaning over I kissed her gently. "Thank you," I whispered excited by her gift to me. My fingers caressed tiny nipples, slipped down a silky soft tummy and, once again, I felt the allure of a prepubescent pussy in the palm of my hand. I took my time, gently squeezing it to feel its plumpness. I used two fingers to squeeze her sexy labia together, stimulating her hidden clitoris. I let my middle fingertip trace her closed little cleft, pushing gently and worming it between her lips. I drew her arousal up to caress her hardening clit, enjoying her soft sighs, letting our excitement build.

Rising, I moved between her slender thighs, holding my body up on my knees, arms straight, hands to the sides of her head. Bending I asked, whispering, "Can you put it in, Sweetheart?"

My body shuddered at the touch of her small fingers. Jenna used her thumbs and fingertips to guide me, leading me to her sweet little pussy, rubbing my crown up and down her short cleft to spread my slippery precum. I was leaking profusely, intensely excited. Jenna's body was so small, so childish, so petite, and so sexy. God I wanted to fuck her, not make love, just fuck for the pure pleasure.

Her legs were bent at the knees, thighs spread out horizontally, flat on the bed, a position only a child could achieve. My erection looked huge in her crotch, thick, wider than her labia, held by small fingers. Jenna lodged me at her entrance and I watched in amazement as my erection seemed to fill her entire cleft, a reddened clitoris pushed down to touch me, labia thinning then oozing out as I penetrated her tight, tiny pussy. It was the first time I'd seen my adult erection penetrating her from that angle and it was stunningly arousing. It was unbelievingly exciting to see myself penetrating a hairless, immature vulva, to see it stretched so much. In this position I was more aware of the fact that I was fucking an underage girl, my underage daughter and the sight of my thick erection sinking into her had me shaking, a powerful surge of lust tearing through me.

"Daddy, wait."

It was hard to pull my eyes away from where we were joined. I looked at Jenna questioningly.

Her arms reached up, a gentle smile on her pretty face. "Lay down, Daddy."

I did, slowly. And, oh God, oh God, Jenna felt so good under me, her small legs spread out at my waist, the sexy pad of her pussy against my groin as I sank deeply into her snug velvety vagina, her tiny body under me, her cheek against my nipple and face turned to the side. Oh God she felt good as I rested on my elbows, as her arms hugged my sides, her feet caressing my legs. I was in heaven, heaven.

I tried to wait, to tamp down my lust. I wanted to be considerate, try to bring my daughter pleasure. But I couldn't, I just couldn't. The intense thrill of underage sex was magnified a hundred times in this position, her childish body so, so small under me, vagina so tight. I was feverish with the need to fuck, to rut, to simply screw my child, seek pure illicit pleasure. I was right on the edge of dangerously losing control.

"Honey," I gasped, "I can't, I can't. . ." The fire inside me scared me it was so intense.

"It's okay, Daddy," my daughter whispered, interrupting me. She hugged me harder, "I don't mind."

My restraint crumbled. With a deep, deep groan, I withdrew from her tight velvet grip and thrust forward, sinking deep, feeling her little body under me jerk slightly, so damned arousing. I did it again and heard Jenna's breath explode suddenly as I slammed into her, her body moving up slightly from the force of my thrust. She pulled at me, "Again, Daddy." Oh God, oh God.

That was it. I had no restraint, no control left. On my elbows with my hands holding the top of my daughters head, I lost it and fucked her, pulling out and stabbing in to her gloriously tight pussy, hitting her end with every thrust. My testicles bounced against her, wet smacking sounds filled the air as I fucked her hard, feverish need clouding my mind, holding the top of her head to stop her from moving. I plowed into her in a building frenzy, the feeling of fucking a small child too exciting.

Pressure built, my erection swelled painfully. "Oh God, Baby, Daddy's going to cum," I gasped. Like a thunder clap shaking the ground, my climax exploded. Fucking hard, hard, semen burned up, crown swelled and bliss burst inside me as I ejaculated deep into my little daughter. I fucked her hard, spurting gloriously with every thrust, cumming in my little darling, my semen filling her undeveloped womb, climaxing, bliss, exquisite bliss.

Exhausted, I rolled off her. Sanity returned and with it, concern, deep concern. "Honey, are you okay?" I asked as I collected Jenna in my arms.

"Uh-huh. That one was a big one, Daddy."

"Big what, Sweetie?"

"My cum," she said softly, snuggling against me. "It was good, really good."

No. It was incredible I thought as we drifted to sleep.

As Hanna Montana came to an end, my erection leaking precum into Jenna's tight, tight pussy, I felt her stir in my arms.

Jenna had decided she liked 'feeling full, Daddy," and had discovered the joy of watching TV with her father's erection inside her. Since that first time it had become almost a routine, one I fully endorsed for obvious reasons.

"Now, Daddy," Jenna said firmly, almost an instruction, with a clench of her velvet vice; as if I needed direction and encouragement. "You can move now."

She straightened up. I let go of her pouty pudendum and she brought her legs up to kneel astride me, hands on my knees. With a sigh, she raised herself exquisitely slowly, my erection pulling from her vacuum-like grip.

Holding her little waist, I helped her move and started fucking her slowly, long, full withdrawals, deep firm thrusts, her tight velvety pussy massaging my thick erection. As she moved, my erection became harder, if that was possible. It was so erotic having sex with my darling, knowing she was only eight, a thrilling thought, and knowing this was so illicit, incest such a turn on.

"Harder, Daddy," she said, pushing down.

I moved my hands from her waist, slipped them under her skirt and held her heavenly little buttocks, lifting and lowering her faster. My erection was sinking into her wonderful warmth, sinking deep, the tip nudging against her cervix. Jenna's little gasps and moans did nothing but excite me more.

She reached down and felt herself, rubbing her clit. "Faster, Daddy, almost there."

I stroked deep into my child, my thick erection sliding smoothly from our arousal. Pressure from a long overdue climax started to build, testicles tightening.

"Cumming, Daddy!" she gasped, buttocks clenching suddenly in my hands.

My erection swelled and, pulling her down hard, semen exploded up into my daughter's little pussy, pleasure flooding through me. To the sound of delicate little grunts from her climax, I buried myself inside her tight vagina, grabbed her waist and held her sweet bottom firmly to my lap, sealing the tip of my erection against her cervix. My erection swelled again and a hard, hard spurt blasted from me, cum jetting into her uterus, pure ecstasy flooding me. Jenna's buttocks clenched and my erection swelled again, spurting painfully, pure bliss crashing through me with each glorious deposit. My darling clenched and jerked her way through her orgasm, her amazingly tight vagina milking me as I grunted and came, grunted and came, sweat coating my brow.

It was a deeply satisfying orgasm. I knew I was completely and utterly addicted, unashamedly addicted to incestuous sex with my eight year old daughter. And it was the delicate pout of her pudendum I had to thank.