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I love it when my daddy comes to play with me in my bed. I've gotten a big-girl bed now, and I'm happiest sharing it with my daddy.
He's a big man – big, to me, anyway – and seeing my bedroom door open at night and knowing he's going to be coming through it gets me all shivery. I always wait, sometimes pretending to be asleep, to see my big daddy come through the door, as he does almost every night. I think daddy loves being with me as much as I love being with him. I'm his special little girl. That's what he tells me. And I think I am.
I'm 3 now, and I think I'm a big girl, but to my daddy, I'm his little girl. He says I'll always be his little girl, that's just how it is with daddies and their daughters. That's what he says. If it makes him happy to think of me that way, that's fine with me. As long as I can please him, I'm happy, too.
I always keep a little light next to my bed on so I can see daddy when he comes in my room. He knows I'm waiting for him, even when I sometimes actually fall asleep before he comes in. Then he'll wake me up with a sweet daddy kiss, kissing me right on the lips, and my eyes spring open and I jump up and wrap my arms around his neck. I'm just so happy to see him.
Daddy always holds me close, rubbing his hands over my back and sometimes lower than my back, and he tells me how much he loves his little girl.
“I love you, too, daddy,” I say back. “So, so, so much.”
Sooner or later daddy stops kissing and caressing me (that's a word I learned from him) and he looks me right in the eyes.
“Will you get undressed for daddy now, sweetheart?” he asks.
I can't wait until he asks me this, and of course we both know the answer to his question. I stand up on my bed and pull my jammy top over my head and toss it out of the way, and then I pull down my jammy bottoms and kick them to the side as I step out of them. I'm all naked now and daddy takes in all of me with his eyes. I see love, and some hunger, when he looks at me that way. I just love that look.
“Now your turn, daddy,” I say.
“Yes, sweetie. It is.”
He starts by unbuttoning his shirt, and when it's open he pulls it out of his pants and drops it on the floor. He has such a strong chest, with some hair growing on it, and I just want to touch it. And then he undoes his belt, opens his pants, and pulls them down, too. He still has his undies on, and I can see how excited he is already the way they stick out in the front.
“Did I do that to you, daddy?”
“Yes, sweetie. You sure did. Do you want to see what you've done to daddy?”
I just nod my head. A lot. I can't wait for him to pull his undies down, and I reach out my little hands and grab the sides and help pull them down. He has to get the 'lastic over his big thing, and finally it just pops out and there it is looking at me. I could look at that all night and all day and I'd never get tired of it. Specially knowing it's all hard and big just for me.
“Wanna scoot over, darlin', and let daddy in your bed?”
This is the part I like the most, when daddy gets in my bed with me, and I pull down the sheet and hop over to the other side so daddy can climb in. Being in bed naked with my naked daddy is just like the best thing in the whole entire world.
One time I asked daddy if mommy knew he came in my bed naked at night and he said she did. She didn't mind, and she knows how much he loves me and loves being with me like that, though she didn't want to do it herself. But she wanted daddy to train me right, to learn how to please and respect a man, and to learn what a man likes. He used a big word, “sexually,” to say I should learn what a man likes, sexually, and I guess I'm learning how to please him that way. I'm happy to please daddy, that way or just any way, but he pleases me, too, so I like that part a lot, too.
I never asked mommy about this since it's kinda daddy and my's secret and she doesn't have to know what we do. I'm afraid she'd ask if I talked to her about it, so we just don't talk about it. I don't ask her what she does with daddy and she doesn't ask me. I think that's the best way.
Of course, we do different things in my bed, daddy and me, but mostly he likes stroking me. He loves rubbing his hand over my bare chest, and he especially likes playing with those little pink things on my chest, which he calls my nipples. He has those, too, and likes me playing with them, but mostly he likes playing with mine. He tells me how smooth and soft I am and how good my skin feels under his hand, how he loves my flat chest where when I'm older I'll grow breasts like mommy and other big girls.
I think it must be strange to have things growing out of my chest so for now I'm really, really happy that daddy likes me so much as I am and that he caresses me like he does.
Most nights he puts a hand between my legs, too, and runs a finger up my little slit there. He didn't do that at first, but I'd get all tingly and kinda wet down there from daddy touching my chest and other parts of me. I guess he could tell I was getting all excited from how I moved my ass (I'm told that's a naughty word and not to use it around people we don't know) up and down on the bed. So one night, it was before my birthday, he asked me if he could touch me there. Of course I told him he could.
Sometimes I feel I'm losing my mind, feeling daddy's strong finger running up my slit, opening my lips, rubbing the little hard button at the top. It just feels soooooo good, almost too good. And I just get wetter and wetter and daddy loves rubbing that wet stuff I make all over me down there.
Not long ago daddy started putting a finger inside me, too. That felt really weird at first, but he told me how girls have a hole down there so they can make men feel good. He told me that's how babies are made, when big girls take a man's or boy's penis – he's having me learn all sorts of new words – inside and he releases his fishies, which he called sperm, inside her. He says when I'm a big girl I'll release eggs and when the sperm reaches one of my eggs it makes a baby. Dunno. It makes me feel a little bit like a chicken, making eggs, but he told me they're tiny little eggs, not like chicken eggs. I trust my daddy so he must be telling me the truth.
I tell daddy I hope it's his sperm that reaches my egg, and he just smiles but doesn't say anything back. But I do hope that!
Anyway, I came to love it when daddy puts his finger inside me. Sometimes he'll keep rubbing my hard little button, my clit, with his thumb as he puts a finger inside me. I just get wetter and wetter and it feels so amazing, and sometimes he makes a shudder run all through me that I just can't stop. Daddy calls that an orgasm and he says it's so special I have them. I'm so happy to have them for him.
Daddy tells me he's getting me ready for when he can put his penis inside me. It's so big, I don't know how he's going to do that. But daddy says it's a daddy's right to be his little girl's first man, the first man inside her, and he'll get me ready before he puts his penis in me. I'd sure like to try, if it makes daddy happy, but he keeps telling me I'm not big enough yet. Darn! I wish I'd hurry up and grow up.
Anyway, daddy has me do things to him, too, not just him doing things to me, when he's in my bed. The first thing he did was having me touch his body, to caress it like he caresses mine, and touch and kiss and suck on his nipples. Then he had me wrap my arms around him and hold his ass with my hands and pull him toward me, so his body was against mine and his hard cock – that's another word he taught me – was pressed against my belly. He had his arms around me and his hands holding my ass, too, and we kissed like that. That was a kiss I never wanted to end, and it was the first time he slid his tongue into my mouth. Now we kiss with our tongues all the time, and I think I could just melt when we do that.
One night not very long after daddy started coming in my bed he asked me to touch his penis. I was a little scared at first, not having one myself, never having even seen one before, and I was afraid I might do it wrong and maybe even hurt him. But he took my little hand and placed it on his hard thing and whispered in my ear that I should wrap my fingers around it, like I was holding a stick. It felt like a big warm stick in my hand, but I did what daddy told me to do, and he seemed to like it a lot. I mean, a lot.
“Every daddy should feel his little girl's hand wrapped around his hard penis,” he told me. “You're making daddy feel so very, very good. Do you know that?”
I couldn't say that I did know that, but it made me feel good when daddy told me. I just wanted to kiss him even more as I held his hard thing in my hand. I've done it so many times since then, just about every night, that it feels like one of my playthings, like my other toys and dolls. It's my special daddy toy and it makes me feel so big and happy and calm when I hold it.
Not too long after that daddy taught me to play with his balls, too. They're kinda funny – I still smile when I play with them – but he told me that's where the stuff that makes babies is made so I should treat them with respect. I respect everything about my daddy and his special parts, so that's easy. But can't I have fun while I'm respecting things? I think I can, and daddy told me I could. So that's good enough for me and I have such fun playing with daddy's balls and cock. I'll even touch his asshole sometimes, like he touches mine, and we both like that so much. Such fun, huh?
Once daddy started having me touch and stroke him like that I didn't have to wait too long before I actually got to see the creamy stuff he makes where all the baby-making fishies are. Wow, was that a surprise, the first time he squirted all that white stuff out of his penis! It even hit me some in the face, and it ran all down my chest and over my hand, it came out so fast and hard. And so much of it!
I didn't want to at first, but daddy insisted that I learn to lick it all up, as much as I could, and not let it go to waste. He said this was part of me showing him respect since his cream – which he taught me is called cum – is full of life and other good things. So first he had me lick some off my hand. It felt kind of weird, but really it didn't taste bad. A little salty and a little sweet, and knowing how it pleased my daddy, after the first few licks I took some more from my face and chest and licked that up, too. I can't tell you how big the smile on daddy's face was when he saw me do that! I love making daddy happy, so from then on I'd always lick up his cum, as much as I could get. Now I really love daddy's milk, as we've come to call it.
Pretty soon daddy taught me to put my mouth on his cock and kiss it, and then to take it in my mouth. That wasn't easy since his cock is so big and my mouth is so small. But I did it, and pretty soon I'd have the big top part of his cock in my little mouth, and it felt so good to have him in my mouth. And then after that he told me he wanted to come – to shoot his special cream – right into my mouth, and for me to swallow it all right down. Well, that didn't sound too hard, except the first few times it wound up filling up my mouth and shooting right out of my nose. No kidding. I didn't find that very funny, but daddy sure did. Later he apologized for laughing at me since he knew I was trying so hard to please him. That made me feel better and he didn't laugh at me any more.
Well, I've gotten a lot better doing that, and daddy can come in my mouth any time he wants and I don't lose any of his cum. I've actually come to really love it, and I suck him and get him to come in my mouth almost every night. He calls me his little cum slut now, and I'm not sure what that means, but it sounds good to me and I'm happy to be whatever my daddy wants me to be.
Daddy repays my favors to him by getting between my legs and putting his tongue where his fingers had been, and he licks and sucks me up and down. He tells me I'm the sweetest thing he's ever tasted, sweeter than the syrup we put on our pancakes and waffles, sweeter than the jams and jellies I like eating on bread so much. I get sooooo wet when he does that, and I'm happy to give him all the juices I can make so he can lick them all up. More often than not I get those special shudders, too, as he sticks his tongue inside me and licks or rubs my little clit so hard.
Daddy tells me we're part of each other now since we've shared our special liquids, him his cream with me, me my juice with him. That's just so special, being part of my daddy and him part of me.
Even when we're not playing with one another it's just so nice to lay in bed naked with my daddy. I love it when he rubs his hands over my chest and belly and legs and ass and all the rest of me, and I can feel him and touch him with my hands and feel his big, strong, warm body there next to me, and hold him in my little arms.
Sometimes we just fall asleep together, holding one another. I feel like a very big girl when we do that, knowing daddy is in my bed with me and not with mommy in their bed. I really think he loves me even more than he loves mommy, and I believe him when he tells me he wants me to become the very best big girl I can become. I do feel lonely, though, when I wake up and find my bed empty, that daddy had gotten up and left me. Then I can't wait until the next night when daddy comes in my room and in my bed.
I think every little girl should have a daddy like mine, but I know a lot of them don't. That makes me very sad when I think about it, but it makes me feel even luckier to have my daddy. When I grow up I'd marry him if I could, but he told me that probably won't be possible. I don't know why it can't be, but I know I love it when I see my door open at night and my daddy walks through it and we get naked together and he comes into my bed and we make each other feel so good. I wouldn't trade that for anything in the whole wide world.