Kelly, Female, 8

	- Pale-beige skin, 4'0, 60lbs, wavy chestnut-auburn hair over shoulders

"I know, Daddy! I'm trying to hold it in!" My eight-year old daughter, Kelly, was on the toilet, urine trickling down despite her efforts to stem the flow. Kelly's legs were spread partially, her leggings and underwear pulled down past her knees, her lovely little hairless vulva open only a bit, the dark-red insides somewhat visible from where I stood just in front of her.

"I know, Sweetie," I told her, "just keep trying. You're getting better at it."

I watched as Kelly strained to hold back her flow, the urine dripping and then halting. Kelly breathed deeply and her face was scrunched up tight, reddened from the effort. Her wavy chestnut-auburn hair had fallen over her eyes so I swept the strands back to allow her to concentrate. Kelly's eyes, the color of emeralds, were visible only in brief glimpses as she mostly squinted with her focus on stopping her full bladder from emptying.

"Let me feel you do it, okay?" I said.

"Okay. Hurry. I'm really bursting!" Kelly replied.

I knelt down and ran my finger along my daughter's wet, puffy slit. Urine was already coating her labia as I slid one finger slowly between her lower lips and found the entrance to her vagina. Carefully, I slipped the tip in, then just a little more. Kelly tensed, still uncomfortable from her full bladder, urine wetting my hand as she only mostly succeeded in keeping the pee inside her.

Once I had my finger deep inside her little tight hole, I said, "Okay, try your Kegels."

Kelly grunted, impatient, but I felt her vagina clench and hold my finger. "One... Two... Three..." She counted to ten as we had been told to do, then released, nine more repetitions following the first.

"Good! One more set."

"Daddy," Kelly said between pants, "I want to practice making a baby again."

- - -

I was a single dad from the beginning, her mother an Army sergeant who didn't particularly want a child or a husband, but she'd agreed to give birth to our daughter before resuming our career. I took custody of Kelly immediately after she was born.

My daughter's bedwetting became obvious only after I'd tried to potty train her around the age of two. Kelly had no problem learning to poop in her special toilet, and she used it to pee every time during the day, too, but at nights, she often woke up with a big wet spot under her, usually in my bed where she regularly slept.

It wasn't a terribly big deal for a while. I worked from home and it wasn't much of a bother to throw the sheets and mattress pad into the laundry each day. We went back to having Kelly wear diapers to sleep and while that kept the sheets dry, it did nothing to help her learn to control her nighttime urination. Kelly hated wearing them, though, and her stubborn nature often meant that she slipped them off in the night, leading to a new wet spot by morning.

By the age of five, her pediatrician suggested we start running some tests to make sure there was nothing else going on. Other than the fact that Kelly's bladder was on the edge of too small, it was in the normal range and the doctor suggested that as my daughter matured, her bladder would grow and, likely, her bedwetting tendencies would stop. Kelly wasn't diabetic and no other health issues were found. I was told that, other than the inconvenience of having to use diapers and occasionally clean up if she'd gone without, there was nothing to worry about.

At seven, still wearing diapers to bed, we saw a specialist who suggested we try a couple of things to improve her bladder control strength. One of the suggestions was to teach Kelly to start and stop her flow while using the toilet during the day. It was tricky, and Kelly, possessing a huge measure of my stubbornness, refused to even try unless I was there to insist upon it.

So, regularly, I was standing in the bathroom with her, my daughter's hairless privates exposed, and the smell of her urine filling the air.

The second suggestion built upon the flow-stopping practice, and that was to have Kelly do Kegel exercises. Since those muscles were the ones in need of strengthening, the Kegels were a way to try to give Kelly better nighttime control of her bladder.

The specialist tried to explain to Kelly how to do Kegels by placing a ball between her knees and telling my daughter to squeeze it. For whatever reason, outside of the doctor's office, Kelly seemed to lose the technique and I had to explain it several times.

Now, I should say, before all this, I'd had no sexual interest in my daughter or in any girls her age. Sure, like most guys, I checked out the popping teenagers I saw in public, but never was I interested in seven or eight-year olds. Sure, Kelly was beautiful, but she was flat and hairless down there, and before the Kegels, I couldn't have imagined growing aroused by my own little daughter.

But as we worked on training her with the Kegels, more and more often, it happened in the bathroom around the time when she was already doing the flow training. The ball went away, and I found myself very interested in what was happening inside Kelly's vagina when she clenched and let go.

The sight of her little pussy became arousing, even when coated in her own urine, and at some point, I started to test her exercises by pushing my finger into her vagina.

Kelly's hymen, what there was of it, was small and half-moon, just a small flap of skin which barely obscured her vagina. It provided no serious barrier to my finger, so I wasn't too worried about tearing it. When we first started, I doubted a regular-sized penis would even break it when she got to that age. At that time, I had no idea how young she would be when that test would first take place.

She did start to improve her control after she turned eight, less often voiding her bladder into her diaper at nights, though she hadn't yet mastered control. As I began to be more and more aroused by feeling my daughter's vagina clenching my finger during her Kegels, I got the idea to put something else inside her.

At some point, after testing her on the toilet, we went to her bedroom and I tested her there, too, having her practice on my finger for several moments. For a long time, I resisted the urge to do more, though I usually pounded my cock moments after while sniffing Kelly's fragrance on my finger. Her little girl smell, whether mixed with urine or a day spent without a bath, was simply divine.

I'd asked her if I could try something a little thicker during her Kegel exercises, showing my daughter my penis for the first time. She had a few questions and that's when we had a discussion about sex and babies. I explained what it meant to mate and make love and how a boy would ejaculate his seed inside a fertile girl to make a baby. Kelly was very interested in practicing that, too.

That first time, I barely got my glans inside her, Kelly's vagina so tight and unyielding that to try more would have probably hurt her. It only took a few seconds of hearing her grunt and sigh, small movements of her body and mine combining to push me over the edge and I filled my daughter with a big load of semen, most of which ran out quickly. I made her practice squeezing until I was hard again, and my second load took a little more time than the first to be delivered.

- - -

"Daddy," Kelly said between pants, "I want to practice making a baby again."

I surged in my pajama bottoms, already aroused by the way Kelly's little vagina squeezed my finger. I even found her urine arousing, the heat of her pee warming my hand, the scent acrid but mixed with Kelly's special little girl odors. "Alright," I told her, "one more good try and then finish peeing, okay?"

"I will," Kelly replied. She scrunched her face up again and squeezed my finger tight, nearly pushing it out of her body. For ten seconds or so, my daughter held fast and I could feel her vagina twitching with the effort. "Okay," she said, her channel loosening just a bit, "that's all."

Before I could remove my finger, her urine ran out hard and fast, splashing against my hand and forearm. She giggled, as she always did, when she peed on me. Very slowly, I drew back my hand, letting her flow run down my flesh, then I sniffed Kelly's urine before rising to rinse in the sink.

Kelly rarely wiped and this time was no different. She let her pee drip a moment, then reached back to flush. Standing, she pulled up her panties and leggings, the tight fabric pressing into her crotch, then washed her hands as I'd taught her. I stood watching, my daughter's lovely round buttocks held tight under the leggings. I reached a hand to Kelly's ass and caressed her a moment, my penis raging for what we'd do next.

Kelly took my hand, grinning, then led me to her bed. We always did this act in her bedroom. I'm not sure why. Maybe because that was where it first happened, but Kelly always went to her room when it was time to practice making babies.

Inside, she stripped off her shirt while I fondled her ass, the purple leggings soft and thin, Kelly's little butt so perfect and rounded and pliable. She quickly drew down the leggings and her panties, a clear sign of her unwiped pussy in the crotch of her underwear, yellow stains there fresh and wet. I reached for them when she tossed them aside and inhaled my daughter's dirty scent.

"Eww," she said, giggling and wrinkling her nose, "they're dirty!"

"I know," I smiled, "I love your dirty panties."

"Why?" Kelly replied. She'd asked the same question many times, as if she liked hearing my answer.

"Because you smell so sexy! Your vulva has scents that catch in your panties, and those make me really want to practice making babies with you."

"I like practicing," she grinned. "When will I be old enough to do it for real?"

"To have a baby?" I asked.

"Uh-huh."

"Hard to say. In the next few years you'll hit puberty and then you can have babies."

"But I want a baby now!" Kelly said stubbornly.

"I know, Sweetie, but your body isn't ready yet. That's why we need to practice. So you'll know how when the time comes."

"Okay," she conceded, "well, I do like practicing..."

"How do you want to be this time?" I asked my daughter. We'd tried a variety of positions over the previous months. She tended to like doggy style best, but she also enjoyed it on her back or when she rode me.

"Ummm, maybe, like this?" Kelly said, climbing onto her bed and readying herself on her hands and knees, legs parted slightly, her hairless pussy still wet with pee.

"I love that position. Don't forget, you have to practice your exercises, too, not just making babies."

"I will!" she said with a little annoyance. "I always do!"

"You do," I agreed, "you're great at practicing."

She grinned and turned her head back towards the top of the bed.

I pulled off my pants and let my cock spring free. It looked too big to fit inside Kelly's little cunt, but after a lot of practice, she'd been able to take me about half-way. Her hymen, what little there was, had simply stretched over those months, not tearing, and I was glad my daughter hadn't needed to experience the pain of her cherry being ripped.

I knelt behind her, caressing her tender ass. "Push your butt up a bit," I instructed her.

Kelly did so and gave me the angle I needed to get closer.

I slathered saliva on my length, leaving a good dollop on the head, then spread more along Kelly's slit, pushing some inside her tight little hole. She shuddered at the contact. Only in the last two or three weeks had I noticed that my daughter's immature clitoris was sometimes growing hard. I'd yet to make her orgasm, but that didn't stop me from trying each time we practiced making babies. She would cum at some point, I was just sure. Would this be that time? I really hoped so. Kelly enjoyed when we mated, and my desire was for my daughter to climax while I was ejaculating inside her.

I rubbed my cock along her slit and heard her sighing. Kelly loved the sensations I elicited between her legs, whether from my fingers or my cock. Carefully, I pushed my glans against the spot where Kelly's thin, red labia minora were just visible and covering the hole inside. They parted slowly and I heard Kelly gasp. "Slow... slow..." she told me. Her pussy was so tight that I couldn't just push inside without hurting her. She let me know if I was too sudden with my movements or too deep too soon.

As I often did, I managed to get the head of my penis just inside her tight vagina, then I let her decide how quickly to take me in. Kelly's tiny pussy stretched around me. I told her, "Kegels, Kelly."

"I know," she breathed. I felt her vagina contract, almost pushing me out, but she held in place, the tight grip almost too much on the head of my cock. "One... Two... Three..." Kelly counted off the seconds. "… Nine... Ten." She relaxed, then did it again, and again, a set of ten completed after a couple of minutes.

"Excellent," I said, buzzing with arousal, "One more set and then we can practice making babies."

"Okay."

A moment later, Kelly's second set was completed and she began to push back against me, causing my hard dick to sink deeper into my daughter's hairless cunt. "Uhnnn..." she moaned, starting to move her hips so that her lower lips slid up and down my length, only about half of my cock inside her, her vagina too shallow to go much deeper.

I held Kelly's hips and let her fuck me a few minutes while I began to boil. I, too, was practicing my own control. The first time with Kelly, the night she'd given me her virginity, I'd cum so quickly that it lasted no time at all. I'd been working on holding off my orgasm while we fucked, the edging causing my eventual release to be that much more rewarding. Believe me, it was incredibly difficult to not just spew my seed from the heat and tightness of my daughter's immature vagina.

I leaned over her as she continued to move under me, letting one hand hold me over her body while the other caressed her flat breasts. She had these beautiful, rose-colored nipples which were just beestings, no puffy puberty boobs yet showing. I knew those might be years away still, but there was something very arousing about being able to touch Kelly's hard little nipples while we had sex.

I slid my hand down lower, past her abdomen. She shuddered as I tickled her, Kelly's pussy clenching tightly in response. I trailed down her hairless Mons Venus, stroking the smooth flesh there as I started to match Kelly's movements with short, gentle thrusts of my own. Further down, I felt her little erection at the top of her slit, my daughter's clit hard this time. I felt a shiver of thrill race through my body when I danced my fingers across that hard flesh, almost losing my control and spewing too quickly.

Kelly mostly held still at that point, letting me hump her in shallow, careful thrusts. We mated like lovers, her soft sighs and little girl moans so delightful and fulfilling. I kissed the top of her head, my finger circling her small, hard nub. My daughter's ass fit perfectly against my groin, the curve of my stomach down to my thighs the exact shape of her butt. Only her shallow vagina kept me from fully pressing myself against her, but she was slowly stretching out and her channel dilated little by little to let me thrust deeper into her body.

Kelly shuddered quickly, surprising me, a new, unexpectedly strong quivering spreading through her body. Were we getting close?

Then, those magical words. "Oh... Daddy... Ohhhhh..."

She'd said that to me often when we mated, but this time, there was an urgency I'd never heard before. A tension in her voice. I could feel her vagina twitching, clenching. Growing wet? Was Kelly's pussy creaming me? Or was I just unloading extra precum? I didn't know, but Kelly's vagina became slippery, wet sounds of our mating growing louder as her body started to move with mine again.

Her hips rolled and she sighed, then moaned, "Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh... Ohhh... Daddy... Ohhh... I'm... I'm... Uhnnn... Uhnnn... Ohhh... Oh... Goodness! Ohhhhhh.... Ohhhhh..."

Kelly trembled into orgasm, the first in her life, her pussy squeezing me like a Chinese finger trap, my cock throbbing inside her body as she came. "Oooooh... Mmmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmm... mmmm...mmmmmm..."

The second her vagina loosened enough to let my penis move again, I surged, thrusting in, smashing the head of my cock against my daughter's cervix, and boiled over, excited, thrilling pleasure rushing into me as I filled Kelly's cunt with my scalding seed. "Uhnn... Kelly... Uhnn... Uhnn... Ohhhhhhhhhh... Oh-oh-oh-oh... Ohhhhhhhhh..."

My cum almost got stuck in my shaft as it tried to flood out, Kelly's pussy filling up quickly and the tight hole squeezing too strongly to let any escape around my penetration. It made me tense up after the first two or three spurts, then seconds later, my body forced the ejaculate out, pushing my penis half-way back, the blast of cum then splashing inside Kelly's pussy and squirting out along the bottom of my cock to coat my balls. Two, three more spurts and I was burning in release, breathing heavily, sniffing the heavenly scent of my daughter's warm body, her pants and moans filling my ears, her first orgasm still rocking the quivering eight-year old.

"Oh, God... Kelly... Oh my God!" My penis still twitching inside her, I leaned down, dropping my fingers from her clit and caressing her neck and shoulders and back, sliding over Kelly's ass. I wanted to touch every inch of my daughter. "God, I love you so much!"

"Mmmm... mmmm... mmmm... I love you, Daddy..."

I only let my cock fall away when Kelly turned over and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me down, globs of semen rushing from my little daughter's vagina.

"I love practicing making babies, Daddy. Can we do it again like this?"

Even though I'd just ejaculated one of the biggest, strongest loads in my life, there was nothing I wanted more in this world than to penetrate my daughter again. We kissed, her lips used to meeting mine with passion, her tongue less hesitant than it once was, and then I brought my half-hard cock to within in an inch of Kelly's raw, smooth, cum-coated vulva. I pushed back inside her, holding still. I grinned.

"What?" she asked.

"Give me two sets of Kegels first."

She narrowed her eyes, still breathing heavily, face flushed and sweaty. "I already did two!"

"Those were for the first baby practice. Since we're doing a second, you have to do another two sets."

"Really? Can't we just practice babies again? My Kegel muscles are tired!"

"How else will you get ready to have babies if you don't practice using those muscles? You need your Kegels to make and have babies."

"Oh, okay," she said, resigned. I felt her vagina clench and hold me, causing my penis to throb and engorge. Whatever this had become for us, I couldn't imagine doing anything else. Whatever had brought on Kelly's bladder problems, I was thankful it had led to me kissing my daughter's cheek, my cock held tight inside her, as she practiced her Kegels again, another load of cum already getting worked up inside me. "One... Two... Three... Four..."