Taylor curled up on her bed, waiting for her daddy. Daddy had been coming into her room every night for the last year, since she was eleven. After first, it was just long goodnights, a few touches as he pulled the sheet up to her chin, his fingers brushing against her new breasts. Sometimes, a long kiss on the mouth, his tongue teasing, tickling her lips.

When she was eleven-and-a-half, she got her first period. Since it was just Taylor and her daddy―her mother had left when Taylor was just a baby, and she had no aunts, since her parents were both only children―he had been the one to explain things. Daddy had explained that most girls learned about this in school, but since she had been homeschooled her entire life, it was up to him to teach her. He'd put a towel down on the bed, and then he'd had Taylor lay back on her pillows, propped up so she could see him. He had removed her panties and explained just what was happening to her body as he'd touched her lower lips―he'd taught her that it was called her pussy―showing her how sensitive her body was when she was menstruating. She remembered the feeling of his long, thick finger sliding barely inside her, just the tip, stopping when it began to hurt, and then showing her where the little bud at the top―her clitty―was and how good that felt to be rubbed and pinched. He had explained that she was a woman now, and that was good, because women got to experience many more things than little girls―like sex.

After that, it became their nightly special time. Daddy would come into her room and lie down with her, rubbing his fingers all over her lips and clit. Her first real orgasm had come only weeks after that first time. He had leaned down to give her puffy pink nipples a kiss, teasing gently with his teeth as he pinched her clitty, and Taylor had felt like she was on fire. She'd be so scared that something was wrong, but Daddy had just kept touching her until it she felt like she was exploding. It had been the best feeling ever!

That same night, Daddy had finally taken off his underwear and shown her his privates―his cock. That was the word he had told her to use. She had felt it through his clothes before and knew that it spit white stuff sometimes when Daddy was in her bed with her, but she hadn't seen it before. It had scared her a lot. It was long, like a snake, and she could barely wrap her fingers around it like he showed her. He had taught her pet it while he petted her pussy, and she had been excited when his cock had spit that white stuff for her. Daddy had told her she was a good girl, making him feel so good. Every night after that, she had petted his cock until it spit the white stuff, which she had learned was called cum―but she didn't like that word, so she just used white stuff. Dadd just laughed about that.

One night, a few months after that, Daddy had asked her if she wanted to kiss his cock. He had said that his cock wanted her to kiss it, and that if she did a good job, it would spit for her. Taylor had been afraid, but Daddy had pulled her on top of him and turned her around so his face was in her pussy. He showed her how good it felt to put his mouth on her and had convinced Taylor to do the same. She had only bitten him once, accidentally, when Daddy had made her orgasm. Now, she liked putting her mouth on his cock. It was like a lollipop, or a hot popsicle, and if she licked and sucked enough, she got to the cream inside. She still wasn't sure whether she liked the cream or not, but Daddy liked when she swallowed it, so she just did it for him.

Then last week, she had finally turned twelve, and her daddy had told her it was time to learn more about sex. He said they would have to wait, though, because he had a conference for work and would be gone for a week. She would be staying with their neighbor, Mrs. Franklin. Taylor hated Mrs. Franklin. The older woman smelled bad―like those little white balls that Daddy kept in the trunk in the attic, which was full of Taylor's old baby clothes. And worst of all, Taylor had missed Daddy while he was gone. They had talked on the phone every night, and he had told her to touch her pussy and her clitty like he would have done if he were there, but it hadn't been the same.

She knew that was changing tonight. Daddy had gotten home from Chicago in the afternoon and had come straight from the airport to pick her up from Mrs. Franklin's house. As soon as they had gotten home, Daddy had kissed her, and she had gotten to feel how excited he was as he picked her up and held her while she wrapped her legs around him. He had promised her that after her bath, before bed, he would finally show her what sex was. Now, Taylor was clean―her Daddy loved giving her baths, because her pussy was always dirty, so he had to work extra hard to clean it―and waiting for Daddy in her bed.

"Ahh, angel," Daddy's voice came from the doorway. "Look at you all clean and pretty, waiting for me. Can you show me that pretty clean pussy, baby?"

Taylor spread her legs, using her fingers to hold her pussy lips open for her daddy like he had shown her a long time ago.

"Are we going to sex now, Daddy?" she asked, watching his cock move as he walked. Daddy was naked, too, which sometimes made Taylor giggle, because of all his hair on his chest and legs.

"We are, sweetheart," he said as he lay down next to her in the small twin bed. "We're going to make love tonight. Okay?"

Taylor nodded, letting go of her pussy when Daddy's hands smoothed over her. She reached for his cock, wanting to pet it. She had missed Daddy while he was gone and knew he liked having her pet his cock.

"Oh, baby," he groaned. "That's it. Pet Daddy's cock. Make him really hard so he is ready for you."

As Taylor petted him, Daddy teased her pussy with his finger, going in just far enough for it to hurt before he moved away. When he bent down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, Taylor moved her chest, wanting more. Daddy always made her feel so good.

"Okay, angel," Daddy said, pulling her hand from his cock. "No more, or Daddy's cock will spit, and we can't have that tonight."

Taylor pouted up at him. "Why not, Daddy? I like making your cock spit!"

Daddy chuckled. "Because, baby... When Daddy's cock spits tonight, he's going to spit inside your perfect little pussy. If he spits now, he can't do that for you. And don't you want that?"

Nodding frantically, Taylor moved her hand away from Daddy's cock and spread her legs. "Now, Daddy? Are you going to put him in now and make him spit?"

"Ahh, angel baby," Daddy said, leaning down to give her a long kiss, his tongue tickling hers in her mouth. "I'm going to put him in now, but your pretty pussy is going to make him spit. Are you ready for that, my sweet, grown up girl?"

Taylor nodded again. "I'm ready, Daddy. Put him in me!"

Daddy gave her one more kiss and then moved down the bed so he was on his knees between her legs. “Spread your legs wider, baby. Daddy needs more room.”

Once Taylor had pulled her legs as far apart as she could―like she was in the backyard, practicing cheerleading and doing splits―Daddy moved up and started rubbing his cock against her pussy. Every time he did that, he rubbed against her clitty.

"Ooh, Daddy! That feels good!" Taylor moved her hips, trying to feel more of him. "More, Daddy! I like sex!"

Daddy laughed softly. "That's not sex yet, sweetheart. Daddy has to put his cock in your pussy still."

Taylor's eyes widened as Daddy's cock moved in his hands, like he was begging Daddy to do it.

"Are you ready, baby?" Daddy asked, pushing against her clitty one more time.

"Yes, Daddy! Please!" Taylor wanted him to put his cock in her pussy, because Daddy had promised her it would feel good―better than anything else they'd done before.

"Okay, angel. Hold still." Daddy put his cock at the hole where he always put his fingers and began to move. "This is going to hurt, because I have to push through the skin that kept you a little girl. But you want to be a woman now, Taylor Marie, so I have to do it, okay?"

Taylor nodded and pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she felt the pressure in her bottom. That pressure soon started to hurt, and she cried out.

"Daddy! That hurts! Ow!!" Taylor felt her eyes water, and then tears started leaking down her cheeks and onto her pillow.

Daddy nodded and said, "I know, baby. But you're being so good, sweetheart. I know it hurts. I promise, it will stop soon."

He reached down and started petting her clitty as his cock went deeper, hurting her more. Taylor continued to cry, telling him it hurt, but Daddy just keep rubbing her clitty and moving inside her. She felt his finger move down to her hole where he was, and then he held up the finger, showing her the red tip.

"See that, baby?" At Taylor's nod, he said, "That's just to show us that you aren't a little girl anymore. You're a woman now."

"Really, Daddy?"

Daddy nodded again, moving his hand back to her clitty as he pushed in even more.

"It still hurts, Daddy!" Taylor cried.

"Just a little farther, honey," Daddy told her. "Do you want me to go in all the way and get it over with?"

Taylor thought for a minute and then nodded. "Yes, Daddy. Please!"

"Okay, baby. Hold on. It's going to hurt, but Daddy's going to put all of his cock in your sweet pussy now."

With a groan, her daddy moved his cock out a little and then pushed hard, until the hair on his legs ticked her bottom.

Taylor screamed, feeling him stretching her pussy, making it burn. "Oh, Daddy! It hurts, it hurts!" she chanted, wanting him out.

Daddy stayed still for a long time, just putting her clitty with his fingers. He rubbed it and pinched it, and suddenly, Taylor realized her pussy didn't hurt as much as it had. When he slowly pulled his cock out a little bit, it even started to feel good, even though it still hurt a little. Soon, he was moving faster, pulling almost all the way out, until she could feel the end of his cock right at the edge of her hole, before going all the way back in. Over and over again, he did that while his fingers pulled and pinched and rubbed at her clitty.

"Baby, Daddy's cock needs to spit now. Can your pretty little pussy have an orgasm, too?" He rubbed and pinched her clitty harder, twisting it like she loved.

"Ooooh! Daddy!" Taylor cried, feeling her body explode again as Daddy pushed hard into her.

"I'm coming, baby!" Daddy yelled. "My cock is spitting in your pretty little pussy, baby. Oh, God!"

By the time Daddy pulled out of her pussy and moved up to lay beside her, Taylor could barely move. Her pussy was on fire, and she felt like she had wet herself. There was something dripping out of her, getting on her sheet.

"Daddy! I'm peeing the bed!" Taylor was so horrified, she began crying again.

"Oh, baby, no," Daddy told her, gathering her in his arms. "That's not pee, sweetheart. That's your pussy's spit and my cock's, too, coming out of your body."

"But it's making my bed wet!" Taylor was still upset, because she didn't want to sleep in a wet bed. "Where will I sleep tonight?"

Daddy held her face and leaned down to brush kisses over her cheeks, lapping at the tears. Then he kissed her lips, barely brushing her tongue with his. "Well, angel baby, I was hoping maybe you'd want to sleep in Daddy's bed with him. That's where big girls get to sleep, and after tonight, I think you're a pretty big girl, don't you?"

Taylor threw her arms around Daddy's neck and held on tight, nodding. "I'm the biggest. Thank you, Daddy!"

When Daddy stood up, holding her in his arms, Taylor felt more of the spit from their sex run down her legs, but she no longer cared. She got to sleep in Daddy's bed with him, and maybe, just maybe, that meant he wanted to do the sex again...after her pussy stopped burning, of course.