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 Daddy's Diary #2 - Fresh from the Bath Mg oral

   (DIARY PAGE THIRTY-TWO - NON-RELEVANT EXCERPTS CUT)

   Disclaimer: This story is a figment of the imagination and contains
depictions of sexual encounters between adults, teenagers and children.  If
you find the content in any way unacceptable, stop reading now.



   I've been going down on my daughter since she was six months old, so she
was quite used to the routine we had developed following her evening bath.
She was usually quite overexcitable before bedtime and, quite by accident,
I had discovered an interesting way to calm her down.  Licking her privates
seemed to have a relaxing effect on her: a surprise to me, as I'd never
expected her to gain any pleasure from masturbation until she was at least
nine or ten.  Thankfully I was completely and utterly mistaken.

   At two and a half years old, her baby fat was starting to fade and the
figure of a little girl was beginning to emerge.  Her limbs were
lengthening and her face was starting to gain more character.  Her pussy
had developed from a simple fold in her flesh to a delicious little fruit.
A soft, plush looking bon-bon with a simplistic, clutter-free design,
smooth curves and soft pink center.  I was quite smitten by it.

   I sat naked on the side of the bed and dried my damp little girl with
her favorite towel, making sure to pat her cute little bubble-butt and give
each soft pink nipple a smooch.  She giggled and wriggled as always. 
Adorable.

   As I held her, she kept looking down at my dangling penis.  She was
about three feet tall, so my cock was at chest-height as I sat on the bed.
She clumsily grabbed at it while I attempted to dry her properly.  This was
a good distraction method and made a big difference from chasing her around
the house.  The drawback was that drying a deliciously naked little girl
and having your penis played with is a surefire recipe for an erection.

   "Heeh!" she delighted, patting at my boner and watching it wobble.  I
was tempted to jerk off right then and there but she had a freshly clean
little cootch and I wanted my nightly taste.  Once she was dry, she
wriggled out of my grasp and trotted around the room looking for things to
pick up and play with..

   "Come here sweetie." I said, softly.  I couldn't fantasize about her any
longer and patted the bed.  She immediately knew what to expect, hopping
across the room and jumping naked onto the mattress.

   "Heehee, Daddy!" she giggled, rolling around and swinging her little
legs up over her head, giving me a first-class view of her pussy fold
between her chubby little thighs.

   I grabbed her ankles and played peekaboo for a few moments, blowing
raspberries on her bare chest and smooching her delicate little nipples. 
Amidst giggling she began to suck her thumb, grinning intermittently at me
with an almost devilish look of excitement.  I shuffled my position on the
bed, slowly lowering my head down between her legs until my face was just
above her abdomen.  She seemed to recognize the game.

   "You want some licks?" I asked her.  She knew very well what this meant.

   She swung her thumb out of her mouth with a pop.  "Yes!" she said,
slapping her hand down on the sheets.  Her lips were so plush and soft and
her mouth salivated so easily that I felt myself wanting to be her thumb,
despite being inches above her pussy.  All in good time, Diary.

   Some spittle ran down her chin and I had to resist my fatherly instinct
to wipe it off, instead turning my attention to her little pussy fold.  It
looked so clean and smelt so fresh.  I cupped her little bottom in both
hands and lifted her hips up so her pussy met my mouth.  Her undeveloped
clit was so tiny but as I flickered the tip of my tongue over the delicate
little hood she giggled.  I slid my tongue down between her fleshy fold and
over her tiny pussy hole.  Everything tasted immaculately clean.  Her
vagina was nothing more than a thin pink slit, looking very tight indeed
despite my best efforts to loosen it up with my little finger over the past
few months.  I stiffened the tip of my tongue and gently probed it into her
pussy.  I could feel how tight her hole was by the tension around my
tongue. Her slit was still reluctant to let anything inside, let alone a
soft, wet tongue.  I wondered how long before she loosened up enough to
accept my cock.  Months?  Years?  I continued to probe as far as I could
into her little pussy, feeling her fleshy lips against my mouth, my nose
hovering over her bald mound.

   "Daddy!" she chirped in a surprised tone, still sucking her thumb.

   "Is that okay, sweetie?" I withdrew my tongue and asked her, concern in
my eyes.  I looked up at her without removing my mouth from her pussy.  The
sight seemed to amuse her.

   "Mm-hmm!" she chirped, her eyes so self-aware.  Her tone was that of an
older girl; one who knew her own mind and knew what she wanted.  I felt a
thrill go through me looking up at her and seeing her looking back with
confidence.  She kept her gaze on me, propping herself up on her elbows.  I
resuming lapping my tongue against her pussy, all the while watching her
for reactions.  After a few moments of licking she shifted down to lay flat
on her back, reaching up to grab one of the soft toys I'd scattered around
the bed.  I did my best to accept that the limelight had been stolen from
me by Snoopy and friends.

   As I continued lapping at her chubby pussy fold, her legs started to
fidget, tightening around my head occasionally.  I wondered how much
pleasure she was feeling from all of this.  The idea of it made me salivate
more and the lapping became wetter and louder, the sound filling the room.
Her demeanor was much more laid back than if I hadn't been licking her, and
she had begun humming to herself.  I wasn't sure if it was just random
humming or brought about by pleasure as there was no musicality to it.  The
possibilities excited me and I felt like I'd discovered a new behavioral
control method for rowdy toddlers.  If they act up then go down on 'em. 
Time to write a paper!

   I was monstrously erect throughout the time I was licking my little
girl, so I had to rest her butt down on the mattress and jerk myself off
with my free hand.  Trying to do this while maintaining consistent licks
and smooches is a bit like patting your head while rubbing your stomach.  A
few moments and I was a master at it.

   "Daddy!" my girl sat up again and stared at me.  I was slightly
preoccupied so it took me a few moments to disengage from her pussy.

   "Yes?" I asked, my whole mouth wet.

   "What..  what's this one's name?" she said, holding up a cloth elephant
I'd had since I was a child.

   "Englebert." I told her.  It was a surprise to be answering such a
random question, but she was two and a half so what was I expecting? 
Pillow talk?

   "Mor' Daddy." she said cutely, patting the top of my head twice and
putting her thumb back in her mouth.  It was hilarious.  I chuckled into
her crotch.  "More, Daddy!" she whined, sounding impatient.  I remarked to
myself at how demanding she was before resuming my licking.  The calming
effect was immediate.  That child behavior paper wasn't going to write
itself.

   After a few minutes my tongue was beginning to tire and I didn't want to
get her used to long sessions like this.  Orgasm approached me as I jerked
myself off and my thoughts turned to pleasurable places I could unload
upon. I withdrew my mouth from my sweetie's tiny vulva and sat upright. 
She was still distracted by her toys so I took advantage of the situation
and positioned my cock where my tongue had been.  I grabbed my shaft and
rubbed the tip of my penis up and down her fleshy little fold, just like we
did in the bathtub so many times.

   "Daddy whatchoo doing?" she mumbled, still fixated on her soft toys.  I
was surprised at her query, considering our apparent familiarity with this
activity.

   "You like it?" I asked her, hoping she wouldn't gripe.  She looked down
between her legs for a few moments before looking back up at me.

   "You gonna sticky?" she said, the words muffled through her thumb.  I
knew she meant cum, but wasn't sure if she was ready for a full-frontal
blast of semen.  She hadn't experienced ejaculation face-to-face for a year
and I was concerned it might upset her now she was more aware and
opinionated.

   "Yes, sweetie." I said.  She giggled and sat upright, reaching both
hands out to pull her legs further apart.  She craned her head and did her
best to examine the large fleshy pole pressed against her pussy.

   "Wheres the sticky?" she mumbled, adorable amounts of disappointment in
her voice.  I melted and kissed the top of her head.

   "It's coming soon sweetie." I reassured her.  She spent a few more
moments staring down at the scene while I rubbed my cockhead up and down
her slit.  Her head was right next to mine and the smell of her hair was
intoxicating.  I brushed my cheek against hers and kissed her as I rubbed
my cock against her bald little pussy.  The moment lasted as long as I
wanted it to.

   "Da', wheres the sticky?" she asked again.  I knew I had to cum soon so
I grabbed my shaft just below the head and started jacking off, making sure
I still made contact with her parts so she would still get some pleasure
from it.

   "Sticky's coming soon, okay?" I said, prompting her attention and
acknowledgement.  She nodded and I kissed her cheek before gently coaxing
her down until she was lying flat on her back.  Without her head in the way
I felt easier about rushing myself to orgasm, but with her face so close to
mine it was hard to focus.  Eventually she resumed her play, leaving me
curious as to how far I could take this before she grew impatient.

   Looking down at my little daughter's naked body with my cock jutting
straight between her legs, I wished for the first time that she would grow
up faster.  To be able to fuck her would be such a release for my needs.  I
had a real need to be that intimate with her and I gave myself no choice
but to gently, rather than violently, introduce her to sex and penetration.

   She seemed to enjoy her parts being rubbed by my tongue, my fingers, my
cock or anything so long as it wasn't dry and rough.  She hummed away,
playing with her toys and occasionally writhing her legs around.  Every
contour of her little pussy sent pleasure through the head of my cock as it
brushed against it.  My cockhead was very sensitive at this stage and I
slowed down my strokes to enjoy each brush of my cock back and forth over
her pussy.  When I felt myself getting close, I grabbed her sides with both
hands as if we were making love, lightly pumping my hips so the underside
of my cock brushed up and down her slit.  Fantasy mixed with the reality
and I soon found myself breathing harder.  The sensation of her soft,
smooth pussy fold brushing the underside of my cockhead set me off like a
rocket.  At that point in time she was lost in play with Englebert, so our
eyes couldn't meet at the point of my climax.

   You see, Diary; regrettably, my urges sometimes get the better of me and
I end up being thoughtless, careless or both when it comes to sex play with
my daughter.  This time I was just plain thoughtless.  I was holding her
with both hands and pumping my cock back and forth across her slit, so when
I did start spurting there was only one direction it could've gone.  Up, up
and away..  over her whole body.

   I was too far gone and the rush of cumming over my naked little two and
a half year old girl melted me into waves of wonderful fuzzy pulses. 
Amidst the delicious climax I heard her squeak loudly and the first few
spurts thud against the wall behind her.  My erection throbbed and
strained, pearly gouts of semen arcing over her belly and landing on her
chest, her cheeks and her hair.  Her hands instinctively covered her face
and she let out a loud squeak as splashes flew out across her palms.  I
felt her contort and jerk as I clutched her waist with both my hands.  I
hoped that she wasn't afraid of this surprising sensation.

   My daughter has a distinctive laugh.  She's had it since she was one
year old and it is the most infectious and characterful reflection of how
freely indulgent she is in whatever amuses her.  Seeing 'Sticky' flying out
above her head and feeling it splash down over her body was a sensation
that delighted and amused her to no end.  The sound of her laughter was a
great relief for me.

   "Heee sticky!" she squealed and cackled wildly, a fresh string of sticky
hanging off her forearm, wobbling as she giggled.  I followed the trail of
destruction (accompanied by her hysterical laughter) down her arms to her
chest and up to her neck and chin.  Once her hands moved out from infront
of her face I saw a streak going clear across her forehead and over her
hair.

   "Sorry sweetie!" I said, immediately apologetic.  I moved my hand to
wipe it off her but she brushed my arm aside.

   "No Daddy, its sticky!" she giggled at me.  I pondered her precise
intent before shrugging it off as a confirmation that everything is fine 'n
dandy.  She was a delightful sight, lying back naked, legs splayed out as
if we'd just been fucking.  Her torso was nicely spackled and the bedsheets
would have to be changed.  It felt like victory.

   Englebert was a casualty of my desires that day.  The poor guy got the
worst of it when my girl started hugging him against her cum-covered chest.
I avoided the gaze of his sad eyes in the days that followed.  I know it's
stupid but we have some history, so...

   "Mor' washiing!" my baby girl squealed as she clambered clumsily off the
bed and started toward the bathroom.  I sat there sated in the afterglow of
a very satisfying eruption, glad that my girl wasn't scared of making a
little mess.
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