Jessie

Hi, my name is Jessica. My friends all call me Jess, except for daddy, who likes to call me Jessie. I'm eight and a half years old. I live with my dad in his nice big house with a huge yard and lots of woods, located in a town about 40 minutes from the city. It's just the two of us. My mom and dad split up back when I was three. I don't remember much about it. As far back as I remember it's always been just me and daddy. Mom moved a long way away, so I don't see her often. I usually visit twice a year, for three weeks in the summer, and then another week in the fall, winter, or spring, when I have vacations from school. I love both of them, but daddy and I are much closer.

Mom tells people that she and dad split up because there was no spark left in the relationship. One summer a few years back, part way through my three week visit with mom, I heard one of my of my mom's friends joking that it was because of "trouble in bed". After hearing that, I made sure I always went to bed without complaining, and pretended to fall asleep right away. I didn't want mommy to think I was trouble in bed too. When vacation was over and I went home to daddy, I asked him why he didn't just pretend to go to sleep like mommy wanted, so she wouldn't dump him. At first he was confused, but when I explained what I'd heard, he thought it was pretty funny.

He tried his best to explain things to me. He said he's always been a shy and quiet boy, and the girls didn't even seem to notice him. For the most part he didn't really mind, because he didn't think any of the girls very hot anyway. He said that he got teased a lot, and everyone in high school said he was gay because he didn't have a girlfriend. When he went off to college, he tried to start over. He dated lots of girls, but never really felt in love with any of them. He said he was really sad, and almost made a big mistake, and then he met mom. She wasn't a hot, popular girl like the rest. She was smaller - "cute" he said. They'd become friends, and after they graduated, got married, and then I was born. He says mom gave him the two more important things in his life. Me, and the time and love to understand who he really was. Once he had those, they decided to separate. When he first told me all of this, I didn't really understand what he meant. He promised that when I was old enough, I would. I didn't have to wait long.

You see, my daddy is a pedophile. That means he loves kids. Lots of people use the word incorrectly, or pretend that loving kids is somehow bad, but daddy and I don't see it that way. I've never seen daddy kidnap little kids. He doesn't rape or hurt them (or me) in the basement. There are no bodies burred in our back yard. What it means is that he's an awesome dad, who I know really loves me. He's never too busy for me. We love to play together, cuddle together, and have sex together.

I first caught daddy playing with himself while watching videos of little girls when I was six. He says I'd actually caught him earlier than that, but didn't even notice what he was doing. The first time I remember was when I was six. I was supposed to be in bed, but I'd gotten up to go to the bathroom. When I went past daddy's bedroom, his door was open, and he was sitting at the computer. He had his headphones on, and was watching a movie. His penis, which I'd seen plenty of times before, was all hard and wet looking, and he was rubbing it up and down. On the screen was a girl, about the age I am now. I've seen the movie many times since that night - it's one of daddy's and my favorites - but on that night I watched it with no idea what was happening.

The little girl had no clothes on, and was lying on her back, with her arms at her side and her legs pulled up and spread wide apart. There were two men kneeling on each side of her head, each with a hard penis like daddy's. They were rubbing them with one of their hands, just like he was. They each used their other hands to rub and pinch the little girl's nippies.

Down between her legs was another man, who was actually licking the little girl's cunny! He had one hand down under her butt, and the other up at the top, where it was rubbing her button. As I watched, the girl opened her mouth big and wide. One of the men next to her pointed his penis at it, and started peeing big white slimy gobs into her mouth. When he'd stopped, the video zoomed in, and you could see her swallowing and then opening her mouth back up wide to show it was empty.

When the camera zoomed back out, the man between her legs had stopped licking her. I could now see that one of his fingers was actually right up inside her bottom! With his other hand he was rubbing and pinching her little button much harder and faster. The second man at her side changed his position and pointed his hard penis at her mouth. As he started peeing white slime into her mouth, her hands flew out from her side, she planted her feet, and her back arched up. The man between her legs could barely keep his hands on her cunny. She arched her back up, and then her butt hit the ground and she started shaking and squirming, as the man finished squirting in her mouth.

It was at that same moment I realized that daddy was squirting white slimy stuff too. Lots of it squirted out, up into the air, and landed on his belly. When it finally stopped, he wiped it up with the t-shirt he'd been wearing earlier that day. The girl on the screen was sitting up now. The men were rubbing her nippies and back. She was showing the camera her empty mouth, and then smiling for the camera. Daddy stopped and closed the video, locked his screen, took off his headphones, and started to get up. That's when he saw me standing at the door.

You should have seen him. I've never seen daddy jump and scream and look so funny! At first I thought he was really mad, and that I was in big trouble. But almost as quickly as the anger had come, he seemed to calm down. Next thing I knew, he was acting like nothing had happened, and asking what I needed. What I needed was answers. The questions poured out of me. "What were you doing daddy?" "Who was that girl on the computer?" "Why did you just pee in your bedroom? And why was it white?" "Is the girl in the video ok? What happened to her? Did she really drink the slimy pee?!?"

It didn't take daddy long to realize he wasn't just going to brush this little encounter off - or figure out just how much I'd seen. So he told me the truth. About everything. I didn't understand it all right away, but over the past few years I've learned more. That night I learned about cum, about masturbation, and about orgasms. I learned that my father liked little girls. I learned that he wanted to do the scary things in the video with me. I learned that I was the only other person in the entire world to know daddy's secret, and I promised to always keep it. We stayed up for hours talking, and then just cuddling. That's how I fell asleep, in daddy's arms.

Over the next few days we talked more about what I'd seen. Daddy showed me more videos. We talked about pedophiles. We talked about men who rape kids. We talked about men who hurt kids. I learned how to tell them apart. I don't know why everyone else finds it so complicated. I learned about girls who had had sex with their fathers, but then told people about it. Daddy showed me the videos of these girls on TV, talking about how bad and scary it was having sex. Daddy showed me the videos of the same girls laughing, giggling, and joking with their father as they played sexy games and licked and sucked each other to orgasm. I didn't understand why the girls would lie. I decided right then and there that I'd never lie like that about my daddy. We were in this together.

At first, I just touched my cunny while daddy watched. He told me all about the different parts of it. Once I was sure touching didn't hurt, I let him touch it too. If you've never played with your cunny, you don't know what you're missing. It doesn't feel like much at first, but when you learn how to do it, it's a LOT of fun. But playing with yourself is nowhere near as fun as having someone else do it! The other nice thing about having daddy playing with my cunny was that he could use not only his fingers, but his tongue. The first time he kissed me there I thought it was nasty. But it felt good too, so I let him do it again. Letting your daddy lick your cunny feels very naughty, and by naughty, I mean it feels AMAZING! Trust me.

I had my first orgasm from daddy licking my cunny. I was six and a half, and it was less than a month after I'd discovered his secret. He started by kissing me on the lips. Slowly, he moved the kisses down my body, over my nippies, past my cunny, to the tips of my toes. He licked and sucked on my toes and made me all squirmy and ticklish, then kept licking all the way back up my legs until he got to my cunny. He said I was already starting to get wet. He kept right on talking to me between licks and sucks, and his hands moved up over my body and gently tickled my nippies. He must have licked me for an entire hour. Part way through I started to feel kind of funny, like maybe I had to go pee. I told daddy, but he said I probably didn't, and that my body was getting ready to have an orgasm, and that I should concentrate on that funny feeling and tell him all about it. I did my best. I was worried I was going to pee in his mouth, but he kept telling me to relax, and go right ahead and pee in his mouth if I could. The feeling slowly got stronger and stronger, tighter and tighter. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to keep going. I didn't know what I wanted. Luckily daddy did, and as I lay there squirming in anticipation and new feelings, he gave me that first orgasm. I was sure I felt myself peeing in his mouth. He didn't mind. He said I was just cumming, like I'd seen him do, and that girl cum tastes really, really, REALLY good. He asked if I wanted to taste some, but I said no.

It wasn't long after that when I got brave enough to start playing with daddy too. He'd often played with himself while playing with me or watching me play with myself, but never asked me to touch him. I was the one who offered. After all, if I loved it so much when he touched me, and he loved touching me so much, then I bet touching him would be lots of fun, and feel really good for him too!

For the next few months, I only used my hands to play with daddy's penis. He explained that I could use my mouth, like many of the girls in the videos did, but that if I made him cum using my mouth, I has to eat the cum. I still thought that was pretty gross, so I just used my hands. Sometimes I'd use my mouth a little bit at first, but once he was hard, I'd switch to using my hands, just to be safe. Sometimes I could jerk daddy for a really long time before he'd finally squirt, and other times I barely touched him and it went off. I was worried that one time I'd accidentally choose to suck and lick him on one of those days when he squirted really fast, and then I'd have to eat all the cum. Even worse, on those days, he usually squirts A LOT more too! But to be honest, that just made doing it even more exciting.

Sometimes, after I made him squirt, he'd let me play with him cum. It was really slippery and slimy. He would have me catch it in my hand, and when I was done playing with it, he'd lick it from my fingers, saying it tasted pretty sexy. When I asked what that meant, he explained that some things taste hot, others taste cold. Some are salty, and some are sweet. Some are spicy, some crunchy, and some are creamy. Most things were a combination of all those different types and kinds of tastes, and the strongest taste is the one we use to describe the food. Well, one of those tastes is sexy, except that's not something many kids get to taste. When kids taste something sexy, they might find it sweet, salty, bitter, sour, hot, or creamy, but all of those tastes are unimportant, because sexy is the strongest taste of all. Deep down inside, it makes them feel all tingly and naughty and special. Eating something that tastes sexy can make you have an orgasm, especially if you're close to having one already, like if someone's playing with you! Even watching people eat sexy foods can make people feel good, because it reminds them what it's like when THEY taste foods that they find sexy tasting! I finally decided that, as daddy seemed to like my cum, and he didn't seem to mind his own either, that I'd give it a try. He was right. It does taste sexy!

When I turned seven, daddy gave me my first vibrator as a present. It was a special present. He waited until after I'd had my party with my friends and family, when it was just the two of us, before he brought out the pretty wrapped box for me to open. It was a really nice one, made of shiny metal rather than cheap plastic, and it had a nice buzz to it. I'd seen vibrators in some of daddy's videos, but none of those prepared me for what it would feel like when that buzzing beauty hit my clit.

It was the night of my birthday, a few hours after I'd opened the present. I'd been thinking about it ever since, and had managed to get myself rather randy. Daddy hadn't helped, telling me I was in for a real treat, and that I'd never had orgasms like he was going to give me with the vibrator. I was a bit nervous about having this strange mechanical device used on me rather than daddy's finger and tongue, but sometimes when you're a little bit scared, it just makes sex even better! By the time I was ready for bed, I'd managed to completely soak the entire crotch of my panties. Daddy had never seen me so turned on. He still has that pair of panties, never washed.

That night, as I lay in bed, daddy rubbed me all over with his warm, soft hands. Well, almost all over. Everywhere except the one spot I was desperate to be touched - my cunny. Daddy had told me to close my eyes, and try and keep them closed, and just concentrate on the feelings. I could feel the slimy ooz trickling out of my cunny and down the crack of my butt. I lay still, waiting, in anticipation of what would come. Daddy had been keeping my new toy in his pocket while he warmed me up, to warm it up. Now, I heard it start to hum, and knew it was time. I could feel myself shivering and shaking with nervousness. The first place the vibrator landed was by my right nipple. Slowly and gently daddy dragged it around in little circles, doing a figure eight around both of my nipples. When he finally touched one, it sent chills up and down my spine. Back and forth he went between the nipples. He told me my cunny was "gushing".

Then, the vibrator began it's journey down over my chest, belly, and finally to my cunny. He just held it to my lips, and pressed it firmly against them. The slow, deep vibrations worked their way though my entire body. I could feel my cunny and bottom tightening, and then within seconds, my orgasm hit. I'd never had a gasm so fast before! Usually daddy had to rub or lick for 15 or 20 minutes first, but it hadn't been 30 seconds! It was a good one too. I could feel my entire cunny squeezing and releasing over and over. It seemed to go on forever, as I squirmed and shuttered.

Feeling the orgasm slowly fading away, I opened my eyes. I could still feel the deep rumble as the vibrator buzzed against my lips. Daddy looked up at me and asked how it was. "Amazing!" I said. "Well, hang on to your seat honey, because the rides is just getting started!" he responded. I felt him repositioning the vibrator higher up on my cunny, closer to my button, and then start to work it down in, to hold it right against the hard nub of my little clit. As he held it there, he slowly turned up the intensity. It had been less than a minute since my orgasm, but with the vibrator held the way it was, I was already starting to feel all tingly again! Tighter and tighter it wound me up. I felt like I needed to cum. I needed to orgasm bad. But I couldn't. It just kept getting stronger and stronger... and then, I did. I came. All I remember is feeling something explode deep inside of me. I shook and shuttered and screamed, and through it all, daddy never let the vibrator leave my poor little clit.

I could still feel the contractions in my poor little cunny as my next orgasm began to build. Daddy held my new toy firmly against my little clit. It buzzed away oblivious to what it was doing to my poor little barely seven year old body. I was sure I'd completely pissed the bed during my last orgasm. I couldn't move. I couldn't talk. I could barely think at all. On and on, higher and higher the incessant little buzz drove me. Drove me wild. It was wonderful. I felt like I was floating in the air. I could feel the tingles from the tips of my toes to the hairs on my head. I closed my eyes, and let the biggest, strongest, wildest, most amazing orgasm I'd ever felt tear my body wide open.

The next thing I remember was daddy cuddling me. The buzzing had gone silent, but every nerve in my body still tingled. His gentle touches felt magical. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He welcomed me back to the world. Born again, age seven. With all the excitement and buildup, he'd given me not one, or two, but three orgasms in less than 10 minutes. It had all been a bit much for a seven year old, and I'd passed out. I made him promise to do it again soon.

The next year was lots of fun. We didn't have sex every day. Sometimes I'd get busy, and it might be an entire week between our games. Sometimes daddy would give me a cunny rub before bed. Sometimes I'd get my cunny eaten after my bath or shower. I usually only played with daddy's penis on the weekends, when we'd play lots of fun games, sometimes using my vibrator, sometimes just our hands and mouths.

On my eight birthday, daddy gave me another surprise. An anal trainer set. I'd never forgotten that in that very first video I'd seen, the man had his finger up the girl's bum when she had her orgasm. In other videos, I'd seen men put fingers, toys, and sometimes their entire penis into a girl's butt. Daddy had always said we could try it when I was ready. I loved it when he'd lick my bottom, especially because it seemed so nasty and gross, even though it was usually after I'd been in the bathtub. He'd buzzed my anus with the vibrator too, and combined with pinching my button, that could give me a nice gasm. But so far, we'd never put anything inside.

The trainer set consisted of seven jelly buttplugs and one inflatable vibrator. The first and smallest could hardly be called a plug. It was just 1/2 inch at the widest part, 1/4 inch at the stem when inserted, and only about 3 inches long. The next was a 3/4 inch model, that would hold my anus open 1/2 when inserted. Then came the one-inch model. After that was a 1.25 inch version, that, when inserted, would be an entire 5 inches inside of me, and holding my anus open 1 inch. Then there was a 1.5 inch model, a 1.75 inch, and a 2.25 inch. Finally there was a 1.5 inch that could be inflated up to 3 inches, and vibrated. I took one look at the 2.25 inch plug and let daddy know that it would NEVER fit up my butt. EVER.

Daddy just laughed, and told me that none of the plugs EVER had to go up my butt. It was still my choice when or if I ever wanted to try playing with my bottom, and this present didn't change anything. They were mine when I wanted, if I wanted them. By bedtime, I had decided I was ready.

If you've never felt something slide up your butt, you have no idea what you're missing. After dinner, daddy and I took a nice, long, hot bath together. He gave my bottom a extra special good cleaning, gently rubbing my little puckering hole. When we were done, we went in to his bed, where he ate my bottom like it's never been eaten before. I could feel his warm, wet tongue, licking from my clit, over my cunny hole, and down to my butthole. Then, he started licking and poking at my butthole, and I felt his wet tongue trying to slip inside. It was really, really weird. It didn't take long before I started to feel an orgasm sneaking up. I could feel my hole squeezing down on daddy's tongue as I started the final ascent to orgasm. Daddy must have felt it to, because that's when he stopped, leaving me so close to the edge of orgasm I could practically taste it, but giving me no satisfaction.

"Are you ready" he asked? Was I ever! I'd have begged for the 2-incher if that's all we had! Instead, he chose the 1/2 inch model. I lay back on my back, and brought my legs up and apart, spreading my cunny wide, and giving him access to my bottom hole. First, he used some lubricant on his finger to rub all over my bummhole. It felt cold, wet, and slippery. He put a gob of the gel on his finger tip, and then dragged it slowly across my anus. As it reached the center, I could feel the dragging start to stretch open my hole just a tiny bit, and then the tip pushed the goo inside. He lifted his finger, and the hole shut again, holding the goo inside and starting to warm it up. Next, he rubbed the same goo onto the little jelly plug. He brought it down and started rubbing it around the hole, twisting and spinning in a bit. I could feel it tickling. It felt wet and slippery. Finally he came to rest, with the tip centered right on my anus. I could feel a little bit of pressure pushing in.

"Ok, now just relax." he said. "What I want you to do is to try and go poo. Right here, like this, on the bed. Don't worry, it won't actually come out. You'll be plugged! But you might fart, and that's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, OK?"

If having toys shoved up my butt wasn't weird enough, now I was being asked to try and shit the bed. Literally. But, as I said, I was horny enough to do most anything for that denied orgasm, so if the request was to poop, I'd poop! I closed my eyes and bore down, trying to imagine I was on the toilet. But instead of poop coming out, what I instead felt was the tip of the plug sliding in. At that very new sensation, my anus reversed course and decided to squeeze shut as tight as it could. By daddy held the plug firm and lost no ground. It now felt like I was mid-poo, either taking the longest one ever, or having it stuck and unwilling to fall. But then, I wasn't on the toilet, and it wasn't poo. Daddy just said to relax, and when I was ready, try pushing again. I did, and felt my anus stretch just a bit wider, and squeeze down as the plug slipped the entire 3 inches inside my rectum.

Being plugged was yet another brand new, indescribable, interesting sensation. When the plug was still, I could only barely feel it, mainly right at my anus, which was being held slightly open. Inside, it felt a little bit like needing a poo, but not badly. You couldn't really feel much inside, until daddy wiggled it around a bit more. He gave me a few minutes to get used to the sensation inside me, while we talked about how it felt. Once I was ready, he took a hold of the base, and slid the plug back out, then positing it at my anus again, and pushed it straight back in, without even warning me! Feeling it go in as I relaxed was one sensation. Feeling it go in regardless was another! I'm still not sure which feels better - but I love them both. Gently but firmly, daddy slid the little plug in all the way, and then pulled it out until only the tip remained inside, only to push it back in, and repeat. My asshole squeezed and relaxed with a mind of it's own, but none of it mattered, as the plug forced its way in and out. For the first time in my life, my butt was being fucked!

I think it was that realization that finally brought my orgasm crashing down. It was the first time I'd ever came without something touching my cunny or clit. Daddy was great. All though the orgasm he kept the tiny little buttplug sliding in and out, causing my anus to expand to 1/2 inch, then contract back down to 1/4, then expand again. He fucked my butt all the way though the entire orgasm, and only stopped when it was all over. He stopped with the plug buried inside. Before I knew it, he had his mouth to my pussy and was sucking and nipping at my clit. By this point I'd gotten pretty used to multiple orgasms, and the next one was upon me before I knew it. This time, as I began to orgasm, I could feel the plug holding open my anus as it tried to contract. Then, as the orgasm began, I felt daddy pull the plug completely out in one motion.

When I'd recovered, daddy was standing there, holding the little 1/2 inch plug. "Why'd you pull it out?" I asked? "I didn't", he said. "You shot it clear across the room with your little anal contractions when you came". I nearly peed the bed for real I laughed so hard. Apparently, I was ready for the next size up!

It's been about 2 months since then, and now I'm up to the 1-inch model. We usually only play with the plugs on the weekends, and not every one at that, but they are fun! It takes a bit of warm-up with the smaller ones before I'm ready for the great big incher. Once it's in, I feel plenty stuffed, and can't imagine anything larger. Between the plugs, my vibrator, and daddy's talented fingers and tongue, I think I'm the luckiest little girl alive. And that just about brings us up to the present time. Except, it doesn't quite explain why I'm sitting here naked, on a stage, with 9 other girls, and a room full of men tied to their seats.