It was five days after my angel's eighth birthday and the gift I had given her hadn't lasted too long. She had come out, still wet from the bathtub and complained that the vibrator wasn't working any more.
"Oh honey," I had just a little bit of disappointment in my voice, more I was trying to keep from laughing, "it's not built to work in water."
"But it'd be so much fun in the tub," she said.
I unscrewed the bottom off of the silver dildo, water ran out onto my pants. I had to shake it hard to get the batteries to fall out. "You can't use electricity in the water hon. It shorted it out and, if it was the plug in kind, it could have shocked you real bad."
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she pouted.
"Give me your towel," I said.
She pulled the baby blue towel she had had wrapped herself in free and watched, now standing naked in front of me, as I dried the tool, then used the corner to push up inside it, trying to dry that part. "We'll let it dry out for a day or so," I said. "It may work then." I
placed the parts on the table next to me, then turned to the naked preteen goddess. I started to get up. "Come on and I'll dry your hair, then we'll go to the movies." My dick had surged some when I saw her, it always does, but I knew that I had to wait till later.
First we went to I-Hop for dinner. Yeah, it's really a breakfast place but Jenny really likes their Funny Face pancake and then had a couple of bites of my BBQ Bacon Cheeseburger and a few of my fries. We made the 8:00 showing of Ratatouille.
The movie started out with some potential-a good chase scene around the kitchen (I was reminded of Sebastian in the kitchen from 'The Little Mermaid') but then it seemed to slow down-not really a kid's movie. Still, Jenny giggled when the rat started controlling the cook by pulling his hair (she reached up and pulled on mine) but then it slowed down and we both got a little restless.
The theatre was almost empty and I had (as I usually do) moved us into the high seats near the rear so there was no one in front of us and everyone was well below us. Of course, Jenny was on my lap and I was critically aware of her lightness and warmth against me (as I'm sure she was aware of my stiffy against her butt).
After a quick look around, I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh and started rubbing her through her jeans. Jenny sighed and slouched down some, spreading her legs for my probing fingers. Her crotch seemed hot and sweaty as I pushed the thick seam of her pants against her slit, a couple of times she gave little squeaks of pleasure as she started to hump against my hand.
I leaned down and kissed the top of Jenny's head, she bent her head back and arched her back, putting her face close to my cheek. "Inside," she whispered.
The idea of actually feeling up my little eight year old in a public place was just too much, I reached for my coat on the seat next to us.
When I had the coverings arranged I moved my hand back down into my daughter's crotch and found her hands there, working the button and zipper of her jeans. She lifted up slightly and worked them down on her hips, then took my hand and, with her other lifting the elastic of her panties, guided it down onto her lovely hairless snatch.
As I ran my finger up and down her slit she began to hump slightly but it was still difficult to properly feel her out because of her jeans. She worked at them more, lifting up and sliding them over her ass, and then I could move my fingers way down between her legs into the moist warmth of her preteen pussy.
I felt for her clit, a firm little ridge between the softer fleshy outer cunt lips, and moved it from side to side with the pad of my finger. Jenny breathed with my fingers, sliding down even farther and spreading her legs more, putting her knees outside mine. I pushed my hand father in and then pushed at the entrance to her sex. I always tried to be gentle, not to hurt my little angel when I was fingering her, her little girl parts down there are sooo sensitive and soft. As I ran my fingertip up and down her slit it was moistened by her and moved easily. Then I felt her hand on the back of mine, pushing, and without thinking I moved with her and was amazed when half my finger slid up inside her.
Jenny just made a barely audible sigh as I, for the first time, probed deep inside he, but for me, my blood pressure went critical and I could taste the adrenaline in my mouth when I realized the implications. I fingered her through maybe half a dozen orgasms, each time she arched her back and pushed her head painfully against my collarbone. Finally she pulled my hand away, "I just can't anymore..." she whispered. She was damp with sweat, her hair was wet at the roots. For a while we sat quiet, then she got up, pulling her pants up and snapping them, and said she had to go to the bathroom.
While she was gone I took a careful look around-there were only 15 or 20 others in the theatre and they all seemed to be fully distracted by the movie. I just couldn't help myself, I undid my fly and pulled my cock out. Then, under the cover of my coat, I slowly started stroking myself.
A couple of minutes later, Jenny came back and I held the coat up, inviting her back onto my lap. In the dark she couldn't see what was underneath but she looked up at me a giggled when she sat down. I lifted her and positioned her so that my cock was between her legs, sticking out in front and pulled my coat up to her shoulders. Jenny reached down and, with both hands, started stroking me. Her hands were wrapped around the shaft, my cock head rubbing on the soft velour lining of the raincoat and it was only a minute later that I involuntarily humped to meet her strokes and blew a mass of sperm into the lining of my coat and onto her hands. Some ozzed down onto her jeans but I quickly wiped most of my goo off her hands and my cock with my coat.
"Did you like that, Daddy?" she giggled.
"Oh, yeah," I gave her a rough whisper back as I lifted her off my lap and set her on the chair next to me.
I painfully worked my cock back into its proper place and zipped my pants. Then, picking up the coat and throwing it over my shoulder, I said, "I'll be right back, hun." Then I tried to nonchalantly make my way down the stairs to the front of the theatre and out to the men's room with shaky legs. Maybe my face was flushed and shirt tail twisted but no one noticed as I dashed across the hallway and locked myself in a stall.
It took several wads of toilet paper to wip the white mucus off the inside of my coat, a little more to dry my cock, but, when I was done, the only evidence that I had just molested my eight year old to several crashing orgasms and then had her jerk me off to blow gobs of cum was a large damp spot on the inside of my London Fog.
As was our habit, we stopped at Baskin Robbins for desert on the drive home. I was really distracted however, my stomach was still in knots, so I didn't have a cone, although I did get a couple of bites form Jenny's Pink Bubblegum with green sprinkles.
When we got home it was really quite late. "Do you want to come to bed?" I asked her. This had become a signal between us, an invitation to stay in one bed (sometimes hers but usually mine). "I want to take a shower before bed,” I said. “You get your teeth brushed.”
It was a quick shower, cleaning the crusty residue of the theatre out of my short hairs, and I dried off quickly and found my angel already under the covers, the blankets pulled up to her neck, smiling up at me. A quick run through the house, turning off lights and locking the door, and I slid in next to her.
Recently, and much to my enjoyment, Jenny had become quite aggressive in bed. She was also a bit selfish (but, what do you expect from an eight year old) sometimes only bringing me off as an afterthought when I reminded her. Actually, I really didn’t mind that much because when she’d finally push me away, usually after I had tongued her to repeated orgasms, I’d ask her to suck me. Usually she’d lay on her back and I’d shuffle forward, my knees in her arm pits and, leaning forward, push my cock down into her mouth. She’d wrap her hands around the shaft as I humped, my balls slapping against her chin, and I’d fill her mouth with my cum.
Jenny usually didn’t swallow, she’d hold my goo in her mouth, collecting it there as it overran her lips and dripped down onto her throat. Then, after I lifted off her, she’s push the load out onto the sheets or the pillow case. Still, I know she’d have to have swallowed a little. Only when she gave me an honest blow job, on the sofa in the living room or out on the deck, sometimes in bed, did she suck and swallow all of my cum. Somehow, my getting off in her mouth, after she was finished, was different than her giving me a blow job.
Well, this evening I intended to leave my sperm someplace else.
As soon as I was settled, Jenny pushed me back and, with a grin on her face, climbed on top of me, her hands on my shoulders, humping her pussy against my hip. She shoved her tongue into my mouth and I cupped the back of her head with one hand while I ran the other up and down her back, over her lovely smooth ass and down the back of her thigh.
The tickling of my hand on her thigh made her hump harder against me and she scrambled across me, now her calves were on either side of my thighs and her pussy was pressed against my cock.
This was a ‘normal’ thing for us—Jenny would rock back and forth against my cock, almost all her weight on me because she legs were still down, not pulled up beside my hips (she was really too small to straddle me in the usual way). She’d just rock back and forth, giving me frontage and getting herself off. Usually I’d spray my sticky goo between our bellies, smearing us both up. Then she’d often clime up and sit on my face, grinding her cum soaked little hairless clam into my mouth, leaning on my forehead, and I’d bring her off again.
This time, however, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and held her against me as she slid up and down. The feeling of her entire soft and smooth body—her chest against mine, our stomachs together, her thighs over mine, usually she’d hook her feet over my legs just below my knees—a whole body massage from her light soft frame was beyond erotic, the most exquisite pleasure. It was soooo sexy and warm that I almost would regret cumming, wetting down and smearing the soft warm sensations.
This time, as her movements became faster, her breathing deep, I started helping her slide back and forth. Now, when she’d move forward, the bulb of my cock would be against her slit, her clit against the glans, then she’d slide back, down half its length, before moving back up. I pushed her forward just a little farther and then humped slightly.
Jenny’s eyes flew open with shock when the head of my cock popped into her. She tried to pull away in surprise but I firmly held her thighs, keeping her from moving. Then I gently pushed and my dick slid deeper into her preteen sex.
“Oh…Daddy…”she breathed.
I pulled back slightly, then pushed back in. She closed her eyes, a serine expression on her face. The second time I pushed into her she pushed back.
Several times over the past few weeks, since Jenny had come to live with me, she had asked me to ‘put it in like the movies,’ but it had always hurt too much and I had stopped. Usually I’d just rub my cockhead against her slit then and cream up her belly and little girl clam.
Jenny, after a few tentative, experimental moves, now began to move with more authority, pushing me deeper inside her until I reached the top, my pisshole pushing against the entrance to her immature womb. With her hands flat on my chest and her head up, she rocked more and more enthusiastically, pushing against me, panting, her body breaking out in a sheen of sweat. My cum was pressurizing behind my balls as her movements became more desperate. Suddenly she lifted up, digging her elbows painfully into my ribs as she rose off me, her head down, pushing against my sternum. I felt her pussy shivering around my cock as my cum broke through, blasting into my eight year old daughter, filling her vagina and womb with my seed.
Now she lay panting on top of me. Her shudders from her orgasm were replaced with sobs and I felt her tears on my chest. I held her, “Don’t cry, honey.”
“I love you, Daddy,” she sobbed.
A few minutes later my softening cock slipped out of her and I rolled her off me, onto her back. I went into the bathroom and took a leak. Then, when I returned, I couldn’t help but pull back the covers to admire my beautiful daughter.
In the morning she wanted to do it again and I gladly complied, this time with her ass off the edge of the bed and me on my knees, watching my cock move in and out of her hairless pussy. Then, again, that afternoon she wanted to fuck again. Her pussy smelled and tasted sour from all the rotting cum I had pumped inside her, I realized I was going to have to introduce her to another sex toy—the douche bag.
Lately, I’m beginning to think I’ve created a monster. Jenny now demands sex at least three times a day—in the morning before she goes off to school, as soon as I get home from work and again before we turn out the lights. Weekends have become incredibly trying as I walk around with a terminal case of lover’s nuts and she is constantly after me. She isn’t even willing to wait until we are at home. In fact, I think she especially gets off doing it in a public place.