Daddy’s Toy

(M/g, inc, pedo, cons?)

Lena was seven years old, and like most seven-year-old girls she was a little in love with her father. It was nothing strange her infatuation with her daddy, she just liked being with him. He was silly, and smart-allecky, and he was smart-smart, too. He knew just about everything. Lena also had the vaguest of notions he was handsome man—vague because at her tender age she was unable to really tell, especially when it came to her own daddy.

She did know for certain that her daddy didn’t look like her friends’ daddies. He had all these muscles, her daddy, and Lena once asked him, when they were strolling through Boston Park one day, why he was so muscley. He told her he wanted to keep mommy interested in him. Lena, confused, wondered why would he need muscles—lots of muscles—to keep mommy "interested"? She asked daddy that too, and he grabbed her, lifted her up and tossed her tiny body into the air, way high in the air, making Lena scream in terrified delight. Then caught her with the same ease he used to throw her into the sky.

"Did you like that?" he asked while Lena giggled, cradled in his arms. Her heart pounding fast in her chest.

"Y-Yes," she answered breathlessly.

"Well, mommy likes when I can throw her up high like that, too."

Wide-eyed she stared up at her daddy. "You can do that to mommy? Make her go real high?"

Daddy nodded earnestly. "Yep. She doesn’t scream as loud as you, though."

"I don’t scream that loud, daddy!" Lena protested, slapping his chest.

"What? What did you say? I can’t hear you!"

Lena giggled and hit her daddy again. Lena loved her daddy and that’s why she never told when he started asking her to do scary things with him.

It began after daddy and mommy started arguing a lot. Then, eventually, mommy and daddy stopped talking at all, but Lena still picked up on the tension behind the smiles and weak attempts at normalcy. Lena really knew something was wrong with mommy and daddy when daddy moved out of the bedroom her parents shared.

Lena had awakened late one night to go to the bathroom and walked past the living room to see her daddy lying on the sofa, asleep. Lena, her bodily functions forgotten for the moment, went into the living room and watched her daddy snore softly, wondering why he was here and not with mommy in their bed. Even at her age she knew mommies and daddies were supposed to sleep together—and her mommy and daddy *always* slept together… always.

Feeling more scared then ever Lena pulled the blanket covering her daddy up over his bare chest and went to the bathroom. Back in her bed she cried herself to sleep over something didn’t understand yet. She just knew whatever it was it was very, very bad.

Weeks passed before her daddy crept into her room through the darkness. The sensation of her daddy’s big, rough hand moving under her nightgown, inside her panties, caressing her, is what brought Lena to awareness. One heavily callused finger dipping between the smooth, thin lips of her privates.

"Daddy?" Lena sleepy voiced questioned the dark figure looming above her. Smelling his cologne and another scent she could only call daddy smell allowed her to identify him.

"Shh," Daddy cooed, his fingertip now circling her tiny bud. This woke Lena up more; a tight rippling traveled through her abdomen. It felt weird, it tickled/hurt, and Lena pressed her knees together, her back arching off the mattress.

Her daddy placed his hand on her tummy and gently pushed her back down. His hand slowly left her panties only to move to its elastic waistband and was soon joined by the other. Lena was still reeling, her breathing quickened to match the galloping pace of her heart. She didn’t notice when her panties slid down her narrow thighs, over her knees all the way down her lean calves and off her feet. She also missed the shifting weight on her bed as her daddy put his head high between her thighs. She however didn’t miss, could have missed, his tongue laving at her privates.

"Daddy… daddy, no, daddy," Lena cried weakly, her whole body vibrating. It felt so… oh, it was bad! Lena knew it was bad what daddy was doing!

Daddy licked and licked, preventing Lena from closing her legs by pressing down on her thighs just above her knees. He was so strong Lena’s legs didn’t budge no matter how hard she tried to close them. Daddy’s lips clamped down on her bud and sucked it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the nub with quick swaths. Lena’s eyes widened in shock.

"Oh, daddy, no!" Lena redoubled her efforts to stop her daddy from doing the bad thing to her. Her tiny hands pushing at the top of his head. It never entered her mind to scream out for her mommy to help her. She knew mommy would be mad and get daddy in trouble.

Then daddy took his mouth away from her and he crawled up her body until his face was level with hers. His big body hovering above her, giving off the ghostly impression he could crush her if he decided to fall upon her.

"Don’t you love Daddy, sweety?"

"Y-Yes, but, daddy--"

"Daddy needs you. Will you help Daddy, punkin?"

"How?"

"Daddy has a… a special toy and I want you to play with it."

"A toy?"

"Hm-mmm, and if you play with it you’ll make Daddy so happy."

Lena wanted her daddy to be happy. She didn’t see daddy happy much anymore, or even smile except when he pretended everything was A-Ok. But Lena had a feeling daddy wanted something bad. Bad like when he had his mouth on her privates.

"No, daddy. It’s-it’s bad!"

"Punkin, please, I want to be happy. You can make me happy. Please…"

"Okay, daddy. Okay… I’ll do it for you," Lena said, unable to bear hearing her daddy beg. He sounded so sad—like he going to cry.

"Oh, Lena, you’re a good little girl," her daddy whispered. He grabbed her around her little waist and flipped them over so she was on top of him. Lena felt her daddy’s… something. It was throbbing menacingly against her leg.

"Daddy! What-what is that?" Lena whimpered.

"That’s Daddy’s toy. Play with it for me, honey."

"But how?"

Daddy pushed Lena down, down until she felt heat near her face.

"Put you hands around it, Punkin."

Around *that*!

"Hurry," Daddy moaned when Lena hesitated.

"Okay… okay."

"Ahhh, Punkin, that’s it! That’s it!"

"Big," Lena murmured as her hands fully encircled the stiff thing that felt kind of like one of those cucumbers her mother always told her to put back because they weren’t firm enough. But this thing jerked in her grip as she stroked it. And it was so hot! It smelled weird, too. Like heat, and a little like pee, and something else… Why is daddy making me do this? His thing is scary and I don’t want to—

"Oh, punkin! Punkin!" Lena felt daddy’s thing pulsate and swell and. And then her whole face was wet. Soaked and dripping.

Daddy took her to the bathroom and Lena saw herself in the mirror above the sink. Her face was drenched in thick, rapidly cooling white stuff. Even her hair had the creamy-looking stuff in it.

"Daddy, what’s on me?"

"That’s… that’s… oh, punkin, it’s my Daddy cream. It’s been so long since I was happy enough to make it, but you made me make a lot. You did a good job for Daddy."

"I did?"

"Yes," he said, wiping his Daddy cream off her face with a damp hand towel.

"Where did it come from?"

"From Daddy’s toy."

"Really?" Lena asked, intrigued.

Kevin had his daughter Lena lying on her side on the bed. He was spooned behind her, his cock between her thighs. His arms tightly wrapped about her waist to hold her in place as he pumped his groin into her pillowy, round buttocks. He’d made her very, very wet with his mouth, ate her out for over twenty minutes just to get her ready. It wasn’t like thrusting into her tight, hot pussy (not that Kevin had done anything like that, yet) but it was the next best thing. Kevin knew Lena was watching his engorged dick sliding under her smooth little pussy, between her slick, tender folds. The thought of it almost made thrusting his hips unnecessary. He was so turned on he wanted to come and shoot his load all over her.

But he held off. This time with her was precious. Kevin’s wife was getting suspicious. Before Kevin took to molesting their daughter, he was practically begging his wife to let him back into their marital bed. Now he saved his libido for Lena and hardly ever thought about making love to Tina. Naturally, Tina believed he was running around on her—rightly so—and she kept a closer eye on him now, waiting to find the damning evidence that would confirm her suspicions. It never occurred to her to search her own home for his mistress.

Kevin didn’t have to worry about his wife finding him and Lena together today, or the rest of the weekend for that matter. He and Lena were supposed to be on one of their annual father/daughter outings. Usually, those involved going camping or driving up and down the Florida coast. Kevin knew his wife was secure in the knowledge he’d never use Lena as a cover for an affair. That much was true at least.

He rented a hotel room in one of the many, entirely forgettable hotels in Fort Lauderdale. This wasn’t the first time he and his daughter had come to this city. Previously, they had gone fishing on the docks, or done the whole beach-combing thing. Once they even rented a small boat and went diving and explored the local reef. Their weekends had been filled with outings like that throughout the years, and Kevin remembered enjoying every occasion. He even looked forward to them. But on this trip they rarely left the bed except to eat, shower and relieve their bodily functions.

Kevin slid a hand down his daughter’s flat, taunt belly and found her underdeveloped clit with his fingers. He rubbed the juicy button causing the child to shiver uncontrollably. Lena’s breath quickened—her hands dug hard into his forearms and her thighs squeezed together even tighter. Increasing the sweet-agonizing pressure around Kevin’s dick as he continued to push and pull his shaft between her legs. Grinding his teeth, Kevin fought back an impending orgasm heralded by the thick streams of pre-come oozing from the tip of his bloated cock-head.

"Oh, baby! Oh, my sweet baby-girl, love you so much!" Kevin moaned, slamming noisily at her ass.

"Daddy, daddy," Lena mewled, wiggling her hips and thrusting back at Kevin the way he taught her.

Kevin was coming. When he realized he couldn’t stop he quickly pulled his shaft from between his daughter’s thighs and pinched the base of his dick. Lena knew what happened when her daddy did this and she automatically turned over onto her back and spread her leg wide apart. Kevin maneuvered over her prone little body and aimed his dick at her hairless pussy and began spraying his nut.

"Nayahhhhhh!" Kevin cried out, his sperm splattering in ropy strands all over Lena’s virginal cooze and her tummy.

Shaking, Kevin hovered over his daughter, still gripping his oozing dick. His head hung low as he eyed his seed displayed obscenely all over Lena’s body. He groaned when he saw Lena place her hand in the puddles his come made on her stomach and smear the fluid into her smooth, lightly tanned skin. He never asked her to do that but it drove him crazy when she did. From the very first moment he told her about sperm his little girl had had a fascination with the substance.

When Lena finished massaging the come on her flat belly into her skin she moved her hand down to her bare, hairless pussy and rubbed his come in-between the prim fold of her pussylips. Kevin watched her do this and now his dick was nowhere close to softening. It even twitched to a harder firmness after Lena eased her middle finger into her body. Lena hissed as she slipped her finger in and out of her pussy, and lord help him, but Kevin wanted to fill her with his cock until she could be filled no more. But he was only too aware Lena was not ready for penetration, especially by him.

"Daddy, you want to do it again?" Lena asked after noticing how stiff he was. Her finger still wiggling around in her pussy.

"I guess I do. You make Daddy wanna do it all the time, sweety." Lena took her hand away from her groin and brought it up with the other and grabbed a hold of Kevin’s throbbing, overheated dick. Her hands sticky and wet with his come as she slowly fondled him. Kevin hissed at the feel of her tiny hands squeezing his flesh.

"Get on you hands and knees for me, punkin," Kevin told her. And thank god he already came, because watching his daughter prop herself onto her hands and knees and then thrust out her round little ass, her tiny, tiny pussy peeking out… Kevin was tempted to just ram that vulnerable, just asking for it, cunt. Kevin gulped and ignored the tight channel and aimed the tip of his dick an inch below it and pushed his entire length between her thighs. His previous emissions helping to lubricate the way. Grabbing her hips, fingers gently digging into the tender flesh of her narrow waist, he started to pull away and Lena squeezed—such a good girl—as Kevin pushes forward again, bringing his hairy pubis to her pillowy cheeks, and holds there, then grinds. His dick-head brushing against her belly.

"Is-Is it o-okay for me to move now, daddy?"

"Uhhnn, oh, yeah, move for Daddy!" Kevin replied excitedly directing his vision onto his daughter. He loved how she undulated when he stroked her doggy-style. Bracing herself with her hands and knees, Lena slowly rolled her spine in a perpetual wave, her ass jamming against Kevin’s groin with every downward swoop of her shoulders. The friction generated by his engorged dick against her slick, slick cunt becoming so fucking hot. God, she’ll fuck like a wildcat when I finally get inside of her! Kevin thought and had to grab Lena’s hips and stop her movements before he busted his nut just thinking about pumping his little girl’s honeypot.

"Daddy? Did I do something wrong?" Lena asked, tone breathless and confused. She wasn’t used to her daddy hindering her humping around his cock. Trembling, Kevin stroked the wonderful smooth, taunt lines of her back. The feeling of emanate eruption fading to a mere tingle in his balls, rather then an inflamed swelling.

"No, no, you’re doing so good. You make Daddy wanna squirt his special juice real bad."

"I-I’m glad." Lena resumed her hot grinding when Kevin let go of her hips. "Daddy?"

"What—ahhh—baby?"

"I want…"

"Go ahead."

"I want you to do it in my mouth again."

Kevin bit his lower lip, but let his little girl keep humping him. He wasn’t going to come, especially if Lena wanted him to unload in her mouth. He only shot there when Lena wanted him to. The sheer amount of sperm he unleashed always intimidated her and she tended to choke on his seed, so she rarely volunteered to let him come in her mouth, which was too bad. Lena had developed an adorable cock sucking technique. She nursed deeply on Kevin’s shaft and used her tongue at the same time for long stretches until Kevin thought he’d go mad.

"You sure, punkin?" Kevin asked, cock twitching under her pussy.

"Yes, daddy."

Kevin pulled his cock from between her thighs and waited for Lena to turn around. Sitting on her behind, hands on his sturdy, muscular thighs, Lena wasted no time inhaling her father’s rod inside her humid mouth. Swallowing him halfway before she could take no more man-cock. Her pink rose petal lips wrapped tightly about hardened, veiny flesh. Tongue fluttering from side to side, head bobbing at steady pace.

Kevin watched her mouth, aroused beyond belief as Lena sucked him in. His little girl was going to get a huge helping of spunk, regardless of his previous orgasm. His nuts already threatening to spew cream only two minutes into his daughter’s oral treatment.

Taking her mouth away from her daddy’s cock, Lena looked up at him, and said, "Daddy, I promise I’ll swallow it all this time. I promise," and enthusiastically resumed sucking the throbbing cock offered to her.

After hearing his daughter promise to drink his come, Kevin was quickly brought to the edge, plummeted, and roared as he filled her hungry mouth. Lena mewled and then eagerly gulped down her daddy’s cream. And sucked. And sucked and sucked, coaxing out another orgasm from Kevin who shook violently in pleasure and pain. His testicles felt like they were rupturing in their sac.

"See, daddy, I told you I was going to swallow! See!" Lena exclaimed after pulling off the spent cock, clearly proud of her accomplishment. "It tasted good too, daddy!"

Shaking still, Kevin looked down at his baby. His stubbornly erect cock trying to summon another spurt of come when he saw the joyful, innocent expression on Lena’s face. She just ate his spunk. Devoured every drop!

"Oh, punkin, Daddy loves you," Kevin whispered before pulling the little girl up so their faces were level and embraced her tightly. Her naked, tiny form so warm and tender against his hard mature body. He kissed her, his seed on her breath.

"I love you too, daddy."

The End