Life has a way of changing you when you least expect it. Something happens and it throws you a curve ball that fundamentally changes you or, at least, changes how you perceive yourself or the world around you. Sometimes the change is forced on you, sometimes it simply reveals something you hadn't recognized or been aware of before. You can't plan for these revelations or brace yourself for them. They come out of left field and assault you before you know what's happened. What they reveal is sometimes welcome and occasionally it is unwelcome. But either way, once out it can never be ignored.

Let me give you an example. Jill, my live in girlfriend announced she was pregnant, much to both of our astonishment given I was a religious user of condoms. We were both twenty years old and as emotionally mature as a sea conch. The news was greeted by Jill with fascination and a sudden desire to get married; starry eyes full of visions of a white picket fence, a dog, and cute curtains in the small house we would struggle to pay for. The news was greeted by me with a sudden fear, mentioning an abortion clinic, pointing out our youth and immaturity, and our difficult financial situation. Her pregnancy revealed parts of our personalities we'd never exposed to each other.

We did not get married. Jill did not have an abortion. But our relationship had fundamentally changed. We weren't the innocents we'd been just weeks before. Reality intruded into our laissez-faire life.

Jill worked as a waitress. I worked as a tech reviewer with my own blog. Neither of us were emotionally old enough to have a child. And yet, before we reached twenty-one, Jill gave birth to Natasha, a seven pound six ounce living, breathing little girl.

Having a baby was another revelation. It fundamentally changed us again. A role reversal hit.

I had my heart stolen by a tiny bundle of gurgling, pooping, peeing little girl. One smile and I was done for. It was involuntary, unwelcome for someone who didn't want kids, and disturbing to find I had no control - none whatsoever. It was an uncomfortable revelation to find I cared for someone else more than myself.

Jill was a dutiful mother. But her attachment seemed to be less intense once she realized a white picket fence wasn't in her immediate future and having a baby meant dirty diapers. Within four months she was back at work and, with me looking after Natasha, started socializing in the evenings with her friends; a bar night here, a girls night out there, dancing and drinking her responsibilities away.

I should have expected another turn, another revelation. But, being the innocent that I was, it came out of the blue. Jill's note, the one I found on our kitchen table, let me know she'd met someone who had a career (read - had money), was exciting (read - not tied down looking after a child), and who was more in tune with her needs (read - free to drink and party). Jill's clothes were gone. Jill was gone. And life handed me another revelation; I was a single father and I liked it. I loved Natasha and didn't miss Jill for one moment.

As time passed, Natasha and I were close, a function of me working from home and looking after a daughter day in and day out. My social life disappeared. I had no relatives near enough to act as babysitters. I didn't mind. I actually liked being with Natasha. She was bright and upbeat, funny and unrestrained, creative, and had far too much uninhibited energy. As she passed into her seventh year a growth spurt hit that left me constantly scrambling to pay for new clothes.

Tasha had started kindergarten at five, discovered dance and insisted she was going to be a ballerina and therefore, "Need lessons, Daddy." She also decided she was, "Princess Tasha, Daddy," was convinced her crayon drawings were magnificent works of art, "See Daddy? A horse!" and she now liked bologna – only bologna; breakfast, lunch and dinner. I was quite pleased when she moved into her Mac and Cheese phase.

Did I care? Not one whit. If she wanted to eat unhealthy things it was fine by me. She was shedding baby fat like water from a duck's back. If she had any interests, no matter how ridiculous, I accommodated them. She was my daughter, my light, my life. So as long as she was healthy and happy, who was I to discourage? Somehow, being a bit subservient to Tasha was enjoyable, far more so than being subservient to Jill had ever been.

As with all fathers, I was intensely proud and loved her to death. I'd go out of my way to get a smile, melt at her hug, beg for kisses, and plot ways to make her giggle, a sound that seemed to hit me directly in my heart. Natasha was a constant challenge and constant joy. In my eyes, with her curly blonde hair, bright blueberry eyes, button nose, generous mouth, and twin dimples, she was indeed a princess.

She controlled me with a, "Daaady!" or charmed me with a smile, manipulated me with a hug and kiss, "Love you, Daddy," and, at seven years old, started to become a mischievous imp. I punished her with raspberries on her tummy or neck to make her giggle; not a particularly harsh punishment . . . well, perhaps not a punishment at all. Discipline was AWOL in our home. Jill's fault, I rationalized.

But life has a way of surprising you when you least expect it, and surprising you in unexpected ways. I was pretty much a regular male; never thinking deeply about anything other than technology, happily out of touch with my personality, blissfully not assessing myself. Why bother? There wasn't much depth there. I just floated through life. Occasionally I regretted a lack of outside social life, but more often was satisfied with my lot. So it was an astonishing revelation to me when it happened.

I had asked Tasha to put her shoes on so we could go grocery shopping. Tasha, laying on the floor with her face propped up by her hands raptly watching Sponge Bob, agreed, "Uh-Huh," and didn't move. The next time I passed the living room I asked again. "Uh-Huh," she said with a nod, her eyes fixed to the screen. Clearly I needed to remind her who was the boss. She was ignoring me; she needed to be punished. Raspberry it was.

"Hey!" I said with a stern smile, rolling her onto her back. I pulled up her lemon yellow tank-top and, with my mouth press into her soft tummy, gave her a punishing raspberry, scrubbing my face on her belly button as the room filled with a rather rude noise. Tasha squealed with laughter, a delightful sound. She squirmed under me, her giggling making my heart sing. Small hands pushed ineffectively at my head.

"Daddy! Daddy!" she gasped between sweet giggles. "Stop! I'm gonna pee!"

I didn't believe her for a moment. As she pushed at my head, her little body squirming on the floor, I intensified my efforts, inhaling deeply, pressing into her silky tummy and let loose with a long, long raspberry. Tasha giggled her way through it then stopped suddenly, her giggles just an echo.

I finally raised my face from her lovely tummy and looked at her.

"Daddy!" Natasha exclaimed with the cutest stern frown on her pretty little face, "You made me pee!" She reached down and yanked her tiny blue skirt up, head lifting off the floor to peer down, knees parting.

I looked, too.

Tasha was wearing lemon-yellow cotton panties that matched her tank-top. They seemed to hug her little pubis and, at the top of her little mound, formed the beginning of a camel toe. She parted her legs slightly and I followed that camel toe down to see, at the base of her little pussy, a darker stain, small, damp. Tasha had indeed peed a little.

It was a revelation to me, a startling revelation. There was no rhyme or reason, no forewarning, nothing in my life that gave me an inkling. But my reaction was immediate. I got an erection, a hard erection. I stared at Tasha's little pussy clad in soft yellow cotton, admiring how rounded and full it seemed despite its diminutive size, utterly entranced by her short camel toe, and the way the damp spot made it appear my little girl was aroused. I'd never seen anything like it in my life. I'd never seen anything so sexy in my life, either.

The thing was, I'd seen Tasha both naked and dressed and every stage between, and nothing like this had ever happened. There was a fundamental shift inside me. It was a stunning revelation; Tasha, my seven-year-old daughter was a girl, a female with female parts, and I found my seven-year-old daughter the most sexually attractive female I'd ever seen, bar none. The strength of my reaction took my breath away.

"See, Daddy?" Tasha said accusingly, her little finger pointing to the damp spot. "Pee!"

I groaned silently, bent and kissed her pouty little pussy, my erection straining in my jeans. My little girl's pussy mound was so soft and yielding to my lips. I caught the slight scent of urine and, rather than turn me off, it seemed to intensify my sexual arousal. Suddenly I was wondering what my little girl tasted like. How would her little labia feel against my tongue if I probed for her clitoris? What would the entrance to my child's vagina look like? Just how tiny would it be?

"Daaady! Ick!" she exclaimed, pushing my head away. "Gotta pee," she said, scrambling up and running from the living room.

I hit the bathroom, dropped my pants and fisted my rigid erection, eyes closed as I pictured my seven-year-old's sexy pussy clad in yellow cotton, her short cleft outlined by a camel toe, and that incredibly arousing sight of dampness at the base, imagining it was her arousal; Tasha excited by Daddy, Tasha aroused by Daddy, my seven-year-old asking Daddy to kiss her again, legs parting further, eyes shining with excitement as she pulled the gusset of her cotton panties aside, "Here, Daddy, kiss me here."

I felt my climax crash into me, my erection swelling, semen burning up the shaft. Pleasure blossomed as I came, visions of kissing my little girls hairless pussy, tasting Tasha, licking Tasha. I imagined pressing my spurting erection to her tiny cleft. Another pulse of pleasure shook me, semen jetting out as I pictured cumming on my little girls pussy, spraying her with thick white cum. I shook, fisting myself, pleasure pounding through me as I pictured Tasha's seven-year-old pussy covered in her Daddy's semen. I came hard, my heart pounding.

And, as the ringing in my ears passed, my climax fading, and my cock softening, I realized I was still mentally excited, still mentally aroused by thoughts of sexual play with Tasha. It was a revelation.

I was sexually attracted to an immature little girl and by incest, both exciting. The attraction was so strong it over-rode any societal restrains I'd had. My world had changed. The concept of underage sex, something I'd never given two thoughts to before, now thrilled me.

We did go shopping and, as distracted as I was, Tasha took severe advantage by adding an impressive array of junk food to the shopping cart. The pace of her selections picked up every time she'd drop something in, look at me expecting an admonishment, grin at my muteness, and off she'd go hunting for more malnutrition. She found plenty.

My problem was Natasha. No, it was me. Every time I looked at Tasha I saw not just my seven-year-old daughter, but a desirable female, a delightful petite version of a female, and it excited me. Now Tasha had a slight waist and the sexiest little bum, all rounded and curved, petite and sweet. Now Tasha had pouty lips I wanted to suck, a little mouth I wanted to probe, her smile suddenly alluring.

I bought God knows what in the supermarket, preoccupied with wondering. What would it feel like to hold my little girl in my arms when she was naked? Her diminutive, child's body aroused me. What would she look like lying on my bed with just panties on? What would it be like to stroke her slender little body? Most worrisome was my apparent lack of shame or repulsion. Seeing that damp spot on her lemon-yellow panties had opened a door I was never aware of and it was so hugely attractive, so damned sexy I couldn't find the strength to resist.

The tendrils of fatherhood held me in check . . . just. Tasha assumed my attention was fatherly love and seemed to relish it.

As she shopped in her cotton yellow tank-top and short blue skirt, I'd grab her every so often, lift her and hug her. "Love you," I'd tell her with new meaning. She'd thrill me with a giggle, "Love ya too, Daddy," and wiggle out of my arms to search from more fun food. While I was certainly hugging her for the pleasure of hugging my daughter, the real reason was, it was sexy and arousing to hold her. It was. I had a constant erection.

Tasha felt incredibly small in my arms, and that now excited me. My hand could almost span her tiny bum, and that excited me. She was a small warm, real, little girl, and that excited me. She smelled so sweet, and that excited me, too. I was lost, no longer normal.

Despite the newfound attraction, I did nothing inappropriate. For the next couple of days I was satisfied with hugging my little girl and kissing her soft cheek. I was the same old dad. But every touch had a sexual overtone, thrilling me and fueling my imagination and desire. I masturbated every night to dreams of Tasha, of Tasha and me exploring a sexual relationship together, Tasha a willing, inquisitive participant.

It was like the worst form of addiction I'd ever heard about. I was obsessed with the sexual attraction I felt towards my daughter. As the days slipped by my fatherly restraint grew more tenuous. No amount of logic made any difference.

A little pee in her panties and I'd undergone a fundamental change in perspective, an irreversible one; I found I was hugely attracted to underage girls, mostly Tasha.

The turning point happened on laundry day, although I didn't realize it at the time. Pulling clothes out of the dryer, Tasha's blue ballet leotard fell to the floor. At the time, I was distracted, fondling her tiny cotton panties and imagining her giving me a fashion show. In the dryer, the leotard had turned inside out, its white gusset-lining showing. A flash went through my mind, an instant concept that gave me an erection. Picking the leotard up, I took it to the kitchen. A few careful snips and the white lining fell to the floor.

I didn't appreciate just how inspired my idea was until the following day when Tasha emerged from her room, a sheer white tutu in one hand, light-blue leg warmers on and wearing the blue leotard.

It was game over. The final tendrils of fatherhood fled, all moral restraint vanished.

Tasha's leotard, purchased only last year, was shimmery and small, too small, with sides that rode almost hip high. It was so tight I could see the outline of her muscles, ribs and nipples beneath it. But what slaughtered my fatherly instincts was the front, the way the leotard plunged from her tiny hips to her pussy, the elastic pulled tightly into her crotch, her little pussy sharply outlined. It was as if I was seeing her naked, her plump labia starkly outlined. The leotard, without its gusset, lodged deep into her little slit. The leotard, a wonder of modern synthetics, hugged her little vulva emphasizing how it filled the gap at the top of her thighs.

I had an immediate, almost overwhelming desire to fondle my seven-year-old, feel that plump pussy and trace the remarkable little slit all the way down to her buttocks. I had an immediate erection, hard in my jeans, saliva burst in my mouth as I imagined kissing her there. And I had an immediate desire to take Tasha into my bed and play sexy games, grown-up games, Daddy games.

"Where are my shoes, Daddy?"

"In your closet," I replied automatically. Tasha smiled brightly and turned heading back into her bedroom. My breath whooshed out at the sight of two perfect plump little buttocks half revealed, and a deep ass crack, the leotard burrowing between those seductive globes. Her sexy little buttocks formed two creases where they met her thighs. I wanted to caress that bum rather badly.

Turning, I quickly went to the bathroom, closed the door and fished my erection out. I stared at my engorged penis, stroking slowly, a drop of precum emerging as I wondered what it would look like nestled to her tiny pussy. How would it feel against the tip? How big would I look next to her?

I stroked myself imagining my precum glistening on her little slit, her plump little labia bulging out as I pressed the tip of my erection against her. I pictured myself sliding the tip down to nestle at the minuscule opening hidden at the base of her slit; my thick erection poised at the entrance to her tiny vagina. And I groaned as I pictured Tasha smiling at me, "Do you like it Daddy?"

My climax crashed into me as I imagined cumming hard, spurting thick semen up into her immature little vagina. Pleasure pounded me, semen spurting. I groaned deeply thinking about my little darling's pussy leaking cum, leaking her daddy's sperm. I came hard, my body shaking, stomach cramping as I dreamed of my seven-year-old with thick white semen inside her tiny pussy; a seven-year-old filled with adult cum. I came hard, fatherly inhibitions departing with every intensely satisfying spurt, cumming Baby, Daddy's cumming for you!

Ballet class was dangerous. Despite relieving myself I developed another erection as I sat, legs crossed, watching my little girl dance. It was difficult not to stare too much I was so mesmerized by the movement of that little pussy. It seemed to plump out from her groin as she crossed her ankles, it hung like a ripe fruit between seductive little buttocks when she bent in a plie, it seemed so incredibly large on her small body when she spread her legs. I sat through her class plotting and planning. How could I get my little girl to be a willing and enthusiastic sex partner?

"Why don't you have a snack before you change?" I asked Tasha when we got home.

"Kay. Can I have cookies?" she asked with enthusiasm, bright eyes shining with anticipation. When I agreed too fast, she spotted my weakness and immediately asked for ice cream instead.

Thus, with a bowl of ice cream on the floor, head turned up to watch TV and feet waving in the air, I sat on the couch staring at the incredible bottom of my newly sexy daughter.

Tasha, prone on the floor, developed incredibly sensuous curves, her seductive little bum rising majestically from her lower back, swelling up and out into two delightful buttocks that were so small they seemed only one handful. Those sweet buttocks curled in to meet her thighs forming sexy horizontal creases. My cock strained in my jeans when she parted her legs slightly, knees bent and feet waving about. Her short little cleft was clearly outlined and, with my heart pounding, I saw a dark stain of perspiration winking at me. God I wanted to crawl between those legs and kiss Tasha's plump little pussy. I wanted to fish my erection out of my pants and masturbate to the sexy sight. I wanted to see my cum spurt over her back and gather between those seductive little buttocks.

I was hopelessly lost. Totally, utterly lost.

In bed that night I gripped my thick erection, replaying the sight of her little pussy starkly outlined in her leotard, the two plump little lips, her short little slit, and those magnificent little buttocks. I wanted to fondle them, hold her little bottom in my hand, tickle her cleft with my fingertips.

Groaning, too horny by far, I reached for a pillow, rolled onto my side, and pulled the pillow against me. It was the perfect size, about as big as Tasha's little body. I hugged it to me imagining I was holding my daughter. She was naked in my arms except for lemon-yellow cotton panties. I imagined my erection sliding across her silky tummy, my hand slipping under the elastic waist of her panties to burrow down. I humped the pillow imagining it was Tasha, precum suddenly making her warm silky tummy slippery. I imagined my hand inside her panties holding her little bum, pulling her tightly to me, humping my little girl, Daddy fondling her. My cock swelled and climax neared as I imagined my fingertips touching that tiny slit and feeling the warm soft skin of a seven-year-old's pussy. I humped the pillow harder imagining my finger tracing her slit, pressing in slightly and discovering slippery moisture, my child aroused.

Gasping, my climax stormed in, humping the pillow, humping my little girl. My erection swelled, I paused, groaned loudly, and semen charged up my shaft to spurt against the cotton pillow, humping my little girl, cumming on my little girl. I hunched, thrust, semen exploding on her soft tummy, tugging her tiny bottom to me, hugging her tight. Daddy's cumming, baby! A wave of pleasure washed over me as cum pulsed hard, semen soaking the pillow, humping my little girl. I hunched and exploded, pure bliss, pure bliss, cumming baby, Daddy's cumming, oh God, cumming!

That leotard was the final straw. I wanted my little girl, I became obsessed with her. I wracked my brains trying to find a way to introduce sexy play and exploration to her but came up blank every time. I knew what I wanted was so beyond the pale that, had anyone ever found out, I'd lose my daughter. That was unacceptable. But doing nothing was equally unacceptable, my desire was so damned strong, so all consuming.

Inspiration struck as I shaved, staring at the vanity, my mind still noodling options. Inside that vanity was Cold and Flu medication. I'd give Tasha a dose of something! Perfect. I could explore her sexy little body without doing any harm to her physically or emotionally. Hot damn!

Some intense research led me to an OTC medication that relaxed, another that helped induce sleep. Some more careful research gave me an idea of dosage. I decided Friday night was the time. Waiting all week was agony. I almost changed my mind several times, not wanting to wait until Friday. But eventually Friday arrived.

I spent the day in a state of heightened arousal, my mind preoccupied with the thrill of what was to come. I planned the day carefully, exercising Tasha to exhaustion at the park after school, tailoring the evening dessert carefully to hide the medications, and retired to the living room to watch Disney's Little Mermaid with her. In my heightened state of arousal I even found Ariel sexy.

Tasha sat quietly, occasionally shaking me with giggles. I'd convinced her we could stay up late only if she changed for bed. She'd put on a big nightshirt, sat next to me and curled her knees up under the nightshirt making it like a tent.

I waited, antsy, impatient, and far too horny to think straight. It was insanity!

Tasha was excitingly small and floppy in my arms as I carried her to my bedroom, my erection stiff and aching. Her head rested on my shoulder, sleepy breaths warm against my neck. I loved holding her little bottom in one hand, excited at the prospect of uncovering it and exploring; such a tiny little bum.

I laid her gently on the bed and, as I stripped, admired her in her large nightshirt, my excitement building at the prospect of unveiling my little girl. Tasha was incredibly cute, but the arousal pulsing through me was driven by how petite she was, how small, how young; just seven years old! I could feel my sexual attraction to her, a burning need to explore my little girl, touch and taste every nook and cranny; an intensely exciting, illicit desire.

Leaning over, I kissed her small mouth and sucked her full lower lip. I explored her fresh taste, my tongue probing, kissing my daughter. I wished she was awake, imagined her little tongue playing and teasing mine, a small curl on her lips, a whisper, "More Daddy."

I groaned and broke the kiss, my erection straining and throbbing. Reaching for the hem of her nightshirt, I could feel tremors in me as I slowly peeled it up her body, studying her slender thighs, my breath catching at the sight of the loose gusset of her plain white cotton panties gently cosseting my baby's little pussy, teasingly hiding the sexy delights inside.

My penis ached as I gently moved my little girl, rolling her hips to ease the nightshirt up, lifting her gently to slip it over her head. When I lay her back down on the bed, I stared at the erotic sight of my little girl practically naked, her body almost boyish, two pretty little pink areolae on her flat chest. She was divine, scrumptious. I loved how her tummy dipped to her navel and, an inch below, the gathers of her cotton panties at the elastic waist seemed so sexy.

With slightly trembling hands, I reached for the waist, carefully tugging it up until it covered her navel. The move was unbelievably erotic, my erection pulsing and leaking precum at the sight. Soft white cotton seemed to form and hug every dip and swell of her little pussy. It formed a small camel toe, so excitingly short, her pubis so amazingly plump. Pulling the leg bands at her sides up, her little pussy seemed to grow, a sexy peach seductively filling her groin.

I shuddered at the sight, so sexy. Arousal rudely shoved aside fatherly restraint. Bending, I kissed my little darling's nipples, kissed her navel and, with a deep groan of delight, kissed the plump mound of her pussy, a thick exciting pad that seemed to yield so seductively as I pressed my lips down. I needed more. God, I needed more!

Precum slid coolly down my shaft as I gently caressed her cotton-covered pussy, feeling the shape of sexy mound, how it rose from her tummy, deep creases at each side narrowing and disappearing between her little thighs. My hands shook slightly as I slipped my fingers under the waistband and started to pull my little girl's panties off. First I worked them down underneath her, my hands touching her soft little bum. Then, with bated breath, I slid the front down, staring at the incredible pad of her mons, a hairless mound emerging. A sharp inhalation hit when I saw the beginning of my child's cleft. Quickly, I tugged the panties off, scrunching them up in my fist, holding them tightly as I stared in wonder at a seven year old pudendum. Tasha's hairless pubis was stunningly sexy. God, but suddenly I wondered what it might be like to fuck my little girl. What would that plump pussy look like stretched around my erection? What would it feel like to penetrate such a small, prepubescent girl?

I took deep breaths to try to calm myself. I was so close to losing all restraint. I could feel it; an insidious desire unfurling in me, promising me untold pleasure.

I moaned as I pictured her amazing pubis covered in my white semen. Lust burned through me. Tasha, my Tasha, was so excitingly small, so immature, so fucking desirable. Suddenly, I needed to feel her smallness, to appreciate her youth. Reaching down, I lifted her off the bed, stood and held her naked in my arms. God my child was petite and so light, such forbidden fruit. I held her gently against me, one hand holding her tiny bottom, the other holding her back, inhaling the scent of my daughter, the intoxicating scent of little girl. I stood, my erection pulsing, thick, rigid, and pictured myself fucking her, fucking my little girl, fucking a seven-year-old. The image was so strong and I was so far gone, at that moment I knew I was going to eventually, somehow, make Tasha my little lover.

But right now I needed release. My body was aching I was so horny. Moving back to the bed, I lay my angel down, bent and kissed her sexy mouth, inhaled her sweet breath, sucked her lower lip, precum dripping from my throbbing erection. Moving down, I held her knees, bringing them up and apart, Tasha's crotch opening. I stared at the amazing wonder of a young pussy, that little plump pussy I'd imagined. God but it was so, so much sexier in real life.

It was so full, beautifully rounded with hairless labia holding tightly together. Her slit was short, the cleft where labia ended continuing in a smooth line formed by bubbly buttocks. Bending, I inhaled, smelling nothing but a warm sleeping little girl. With a shudder I kissed my daughter's pussy, her skin silky soft. Up close, I could see baby hair on her labia. Unable to resist, I gently pried those plump lips apart, gasping at the sight of her pink insides. Tasha had a long slender clitoral hood buried deep. It took up half of her sexy slit. But below the nub of her little clit, my little girl had two tiny, undeveloped inner lips, and nestled deep, surrounded by glistening pink, a tiny, tiny dark opening. Jesus, that was my seven-year-old's vagina!

I felt my heart thumping, felt my erection bobbing with excitement, precum weeping and cooling on the swollen crown. I tried to imagine that impossibly tiny opening stretched around my erection and just couldn't. Bending closer, I smelled her, clean, almost no scent at all. Shuddering, I kissed my angel's pussy, felt her lips against mine, so silky soft, so young and immature, so exciting. Gently, I tasted her, the tip of my tongue slipping into her cleft towards that tiny entrance protected by her hymen. I pressed against it, tiny and yielding slightly. I couldn't believe I was eating my daughter, tasting my baby's pussy. Feverish arousal was pulsing through me, need was punishing me. God I needed to cum so badly!

As I moved up, I kissed and sucked on her tiny clit, excited when I felt her move slightly despite the sedative. I gave her puffy mons a long kiss before rising. Kneeling in worship, I lifted her legs over my thighs. As they spread, I noticed her slit part slightly and glisten with my saliva. I imagined it was her arousal, her desire for Daddy, my daughter horny.

With Tasha spread, open and ready, I caressed her incredible pussy with my thumb, thrilled with how it bulged and moved under pressure. She was so small, so deliciously small, my erection in contrast so big. The swollen head, slick with precum, seemed almost as wide as her mons.

I gripped my shaft, heart pounding, and pushed the tip down to touch her little cleft. A bolt of electricity shocked me at the touch, so small, soft, exciting - so forbidden. Slowly, I ran the tip up and down her little cleft leaving a glistening trail of precum. I added pressure gently, enthralled by the sight of her little labia bulging, resisting. I could feel her pubic bone as I rubbed up and down her cleft, my arousal now hurting, cock pulsing. I pictured her tiny pussy stretched around her Daddy's erection and it sent a shock of arousal through me, my climax stirring.

Holding my shaft tight, I slipped the tip down again, thrilled to see her little labia spreading slightly, bulging from the pressure I was applying. The tip slipped down over her pelvic bone and sunk in slightly below, nestled, the tip sealed to her cleft, filling her slit, her clit pressing against my inflamed crown; so erotic and too exciting by far.

My orgasm exploded, erection swelling, shaft straining. Oh God I was cumming! Semen pulsed up my shaft. I held my breath. Pleasure thundered into me, cum spurting. My body shook as I realized I was cumming into my little girl's vagina. Another powerful pulse hit. I groaned, cumming Baby! Ecstasy hit as I ejaculated hard, white semen oozing out around my crown. I grunted in agony as a third exquisitely beautiful pulse shook my body. Semen squirted up to land on my shaft. The gates of heaven opened. I came hard, semen filling her tiny slit, cum pulsing in glorious release, flooding back to cover my crown. I came harder seeing my little girl's pussy with thick white cum. Cumming Baby, Jesus, cumming!

When the hard grip of my climax eased and my erection began to soften, peace descended over me, my muscles feeling warm and relaxed. Rising from the bed, I went to the bathroom to get a damp hand towel to clean the mess I'd made. While physically I was satiated, mentally I was still excited. It had been more than I had imagined; much, much more. Sexually playing with my daughter's body had been intensely exciting.

Leaving the bathroom with a towel in hand, at the sight that greeted me, I decided I wanted to have sex with Tasha. I wanted to fuck my little girl. It was immediate, an absolute conviction. It was the sight of my seven-year-old daughter lying on the bed, her legs spread at right angles, knees bent, her sexy little pussy flushed, and Jesus Christ, white semen leaking from her hairless pussy. It oozed out of the base of her cleft, sliding slowly down the crease of her buttocks, and collecting in a thick pool on the bed. Her entire cleft glistened with semen. I had never seen such an arousing sight; a child asleep on the bed, legs spread, her cum-covered little pussy leaking sperm. It was an amazing sight.

As I cleaned my little girl, I knew I was going to have intercourse with her, somehow, sometime. The fire inside me was too strong.

It was sooner than I thought.

I woke up slowly two and a half hours later, the bedroom dark. I woke up to the seductive aroma of sleeping little girl and sex, a distinct scent in the room. I woke up to find myself spooning my daughter. Most exciting was, I woke up to the feel of my erection nestled against small thighs, the tip seemingly pressed against a warm moist spot.

Letting my mind explore, I realized I had my penis pressed against Tasha's little pussy from behind, and it felt marvelous; so good I hunched automatically, pressing the tip of my erection against her. The crown pressed into a soft warm spot then slipped forward to slide along her short cleft and pop out between her legs. A thrill shook me. Holding her sexy little body gently, I pulled back and pressed forward again, my erection sliding along her little slit and popping out. Beautiful. Just like fucking!

With my left hand holding her petite body close, I used my right hand to explore, tracing the alluring curve of her little hip, so sculpted with her on her side. I carefully held a tiny rounded buttock, so petite and sexy. As I caressed it, my fingertips traced my daughters butt crack, slipping lower and lower, my excitement mounting. I felt more than heard my groan as my fingertips found slippery moisture.

I curled and moved Tasha's knees up to give me access. In my mind, I could see her little pussy, those sexy, plump lips forming a seductive short cleft. My erection swelled as I realized the moisture I was feeling was my semen, still leaking from her tiny vagina.

Tasha's pussy had a remarkable shape and felt so large on her tiny body, a large peach between her slender thighs. It was silky soft, slippery, and oh so sexy. The tip of my middle finger gently slipped between soft labia, so silky smooth inside. Gently, carefully, I probed my daughter's pussy, my heart rate accelerating, beating loud in my ears as her labia hugged my fingertip tight. She was so slippery. My erection swelled painfully again when I found the tiny, tiny entrance to her vagina, so small the tip of my finger covered it.

A seductive fog of arousal settled over me, a soft blanket of need and desire that suppressed any rational thought. I remembered the sight of semen oozing and flowing viscously out of her tiny hairless pussy, and how damned sexy it looked. Need built, desire for my little girl unfurling again, hot and heavy and exciting.

Exploring gently, I circled her tiny opening with my finger, so slippery and warm. Gently, with my erection throbbing, I caressed that tiny opening, pushing slowly. It was an amazing feeling. The impossibly small entrance resisted, my daughter's hymen guarding heaven. Pressing and exploring very, very carefully, my heart racing, I wondered if it would hurt her when it broke. Would she feel a stab of pain? But, as I was wondering, an amazing sensation shook me to my core

Tasha's tiny vaginal entrance seemed to relax suddenly, my fingertip slipping in to be hugged tightly by pure velvet. I'd taken my daughter's virginity with hardly any pressure!

Now my fingertip was held in her tight warmth, I wondered how deep she could take my finger. With very careful movements, I gently penetrated her little vagina deeper, my finger gripped snuggly, and with a shudder, I touched her cervix, my finger buried inside her.

My erection throbbed, so damned hard, so rigid. Excitement poured through me, hot and urgent, and I wondered if she might stretch enough for me to actually penetrate her, actually fuck her.

God, I wanted to try! I wanted to see if I her tiny entrance could stretch enough to let me in, and if not, at least cum again with my erection sealed to the opening, filling her immature womb with adult semen.

Shaking slightly from extreme excitement, I let her bottom go, and reached down to grasp my shaft. Holding it firmly, I swiped the tip through her little cleft, pressing up, seeking the little indent that led to her vagina. With her knees curled I found the spot, shuddering as I pressed against it.

I could cum like this; tip sealed to her, spurting into her little vagina. But I didn't. Something incredible happened.

It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I felt her little slit part, her labia caressing each side of my crown, moist and slippery. I felt her short cleft stretch, her lips slowly enveloping my flared head; exquisite, soft, and so damned exciting. I was trembling by the time the tip of my erection nestled tightly to her tiny opening, so small, too small.

Holding her petite body more firmly, inhaling the sexy scent of sleeping little girl, I pressed my erection up, eased off, pressed up, eased off, hunching carefully and gently. It felt like hours of pure bliss, hunching, pressing my adult erection against my child's tiny opening, pseudo-fucking. Precum started flowing, slippery, silky. I hunched and a wave of dizziness overcame me when I felt her tiny opening dilate slightly, just a bit. Fuck me! So close, so close.

My erection was harder than I could ever remember, achingly hard, pulsing with excitement. Releasing the shaft, I hugged my darling to me, held her little body tight, hunched up at her and eased off, hunched again and eased off.

Dizziness hit me. Tasha's tiny opening slowly dilated. It was exquisite torture to feel her vagina slowly stretch, my thick crown pressing, squeezing, demanding. Jesus! Tasha was so damned small! For glorious minutes, I hunched my erection against her little pussy, imagining I was actually fucking my little girl, precum weeping, erection throbbing. Then suddenly, without warning, my crown popped into a tight, exquisitely tight vice.

Tasha jerked in my arms.

Jesus Christ! I was fucking her! It might only be the crown, but I was fucking a seven-year-old girl, fucking my daughter, and it was amazing!

I stopped, held absolutely still to fully enjoy the sensation of the head of my erection being squeezed so impossibly tightly. My heart was thumping, trying to explode from my chest. This was so illicit, so fucking exciting, so damned perfect. Reaching around Tasha, I eased my fingers down between her thighs, seeking and finding the top of her cleft. Gently I probed, her tight vagina pulsing on my erection. I slipped my fingertip between plump labia and caressed her little clit, a soft, sexy bead against the pad of my finger.

"God, baby, this feels so good," I whispered, as I caressed her clit, my erection swelling rhythmically, so tight, so impossibly tight. I could have cum without any further penetration, just the crown gripped inside her. It was enough. Imagining my erection swelling and spurting semen into her was enough. It would have been, too, but . . .

Tasha sighed, her little bottom moved. My heart jumped.

"I like it, Daddy," she whispered, her bum slowly moving, exploring the sensation of her pussy being stretched.

Despite the stab of fear that charged through my body when I realized Tasha was coming around, I continued to gently caress the little bead of her clit, not moving my body, holding my breath to see of she'd slip back to sleep.

"Mmmm," she murmured, her arms hugging my arms, pushing her bum back, my erection suddenly slipping in a glorious, snug inch.

"Baby," I whispered, easing my erection out a bit and pressing back in, so tight, so silky smooth, so exciting.

I heard her breathe harder, her bottom beginning to move, hunching forward to press her clit against my finger, my erection almost slipping out, then pushing back against me, my erection sliding in, precum and semen making her slippery. We moved together slowly, fucking my little girl, God, fucking my seven-year-old lover! We moved gently, exquisite pleasure flowing through me with every short, gentle stroke, my child so tight, so deliciously tight. I felt my orgasm stir, balls tightening, pressure emerging in my groin.

And then I felt Tasha twitch, her arms holding mine tighter, her sweet little bottom moving with more urgency, fucking her Daddy, me fucking my little girl.

"Mmmm," she murmured, her vagina tightening even more. "Uh!" she exclaimed suddenly. "Gonna pee!"

"That's okay, honey. Just relax and let it go," I whispered, knowing it wasn't a need to pee. My child was close to a climax. I fucked her gently, small strokes, so tight, pressure building, anticipation building.

She suddenly jerked in my arms and cried out when she shoved back, three inches of my erection slipping into her. Her vagina clamped down hard, painfully hard. "Daddy!" she cried out, her little body jerking. My daughter was experiencing a climax for the first time and it was too much.

"Jesus!" I gasped, my erection swelling. I hunched, my erection squeezing into her, swelling, pain, pain, so fucking tight. Pleasure exploded in me as semen suddenly released, charging up my shaft. Dizziness hit as I came, spurting hard into my little girl. Before I could breath, I pulled back, thrust into my climaxing child and a massive wave hit, semen blasting out in an endless spurt, crown swelling painfully, hot wetness bathing my erection. I came hard, exquisite pleasure punishing my body.

Tasha writhed in my arms, "Uh, Uh," her body jerking with each wave of her orgasm, arms holding onto mine for dear life.

I drowned in my climax, fucking my child, thrusting, spurting thick cum, pleasure crashing into me with every agonizing spurt. I came in her, flooding her tiny vagina, erection swelling, spurting, cumming hard until I was dry heaving, my orgasm holding me prisoner until suddenly it passed, my erection pulsing with the fading remnants of my climax.

We fell asleep, both exhausted, sexually drained, my penis still lodged in my little girl's vagina. I smelled the aroma of sweet girl, the scent of sex, and held my lover's small body gently, a smile on my face. Fucking Tasha was the most exciting thing I'd ever experienced and I was going to experience it again. Next time . . . I wanted to actually see my adult erection penetrating her tiny pussy.