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 Daddy's Diary #3 - Morning Ritual Mg oral cumplay

   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.



   My daughter's name is precious to me, so I will never replace it with
any other, nor will I mention it in these entries.

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   I had stayed up late the night before, leaving me unwilling to disturb
my three-year-old daughter's sleep by jumping into bed with her.  I felt
anxious having slept alone only one night out of the past few months. 
Anxious and quite considerably erect.

   Her bedroom was small and quiet, painted in light, natural colors and
decorated with trees, clouds and animals of various kinds.  The bed was big
enough for the two of us, making her look very, very small lying in the
middle of it.  Her favorite deep blue blanket lay across her, covering her
torso.  Her silky brown hair splayed out over the pillow, limbs stretched
out in different directions.  The portrait of innocence.

   I approached as delicately as I could, peeling back the blanket to
reveal her semi-transparent baby-blue nightie.  Frilly edges and so light
it'd blow right off her with the first breeze.  Or so I fantasized.  She
was naked underneath, so I lifted up the skirt of her nightie until her
bottom half was completely exposed.  Staring at her bald pussy with her
legs splayed out made me desire to relive a more secretive and daring time.
Before I had gotten her accustomed to semen, I would ejaculate over her
while she slept, then wash it off during her morning bath.  My mind
wandered in remembrance.

   I crept onto the bed as delicately as anyone who weighs 160lbs.  I sat
on the bottom half of the bed and slid forward gently so as not to cause
too much of a sudden dip in the middle of the soft mattress.

   "Mmmnn." my girl mumbled, craning her neck upwards and flopping her arm
across the pillow.

   Her legs seemed to have grown over the past few months and her thighs
had enough baby fat to frame her pussy in a delightfully adult picture.  I
grasped her legs just above the knee, my heart pounding with lustful
excitement.  She put out so much body heat that I almost mistook it for a
fever at first touch.  I slid my hands up her soft, chubby little thighs,
grasped her buttocks and pressed my face against her crotch.

   I wanted to give her a nice little wake-up call, so I clamped my lips
around her pubic mound and began to lap at her soft fold, keeping my tongue
relaxed.  The response was almost immediate.

   "Daddy?" she said, blearily.  She was struggling to lift her head up to
look down at me.  Her mouth was pouting cutely and she looked positively
hung over.

   "Are you okay, lovely?" I asked her, lifting my head above her crotch
and throwing her a cheeky little smile.

   "Mm-hmm!" she squeaked, surprisingly alert despite looking so
bedraggled.

   Reassured, I sunk my head back down between her little thighs and
resumed licking her bald slit.  It tasted of warmth, life and the mildest
hint of wee.  She was such a clean girl, despite her recent potty-training
accidents.  I was glad that I couldn't taste or smell anything too
unpleasant as my stomach had a low tolerance in the mornings.  I stiffened
the tip of my tongue and slid it between her soft, pink inner lips,
flickering up and down lightly.  She writhed against my mouth, encouraging
me further.

   "Hee, you're silly, Daddy." she said, slapping her hands down onto my
head and playing with my hair.  I gave her buttocks a squeeze and nuzzled
into her firmly, giving her a burst of frantic licking.  She giggled and
tensed up against me.

   "Daaad!" she whined, undoubtedly sensitive to any rough handling of her
private parts.

   "I'm sorry, sweetie." I said, giving her a sad look.

   She stared blankly at me for a moment.  I felt privileged to be able to
see my little girl lying on the bed with her legs open and her bald pussy
fold soaking wet from my saliva.  She seemed lost in thought for a moment.

   "Thass okay, Daa-dee." she sing-songed, patting the top of my head a few
times as if she were telling me to go back down.  She seemed to be very
accustomed to being licked.  She would wriggle against my mouth every so
often, usually followed by grasping at my hair or ears.  The thought that I
could be giving her little orgasms was a great excitement for me.

   "Daaaaad." came her familiar whine, all too soon after I resumed licking
her.

   What now, I thought.  I lifted up from her pussy and gave her my best
mildly impatient look, hoping it would encourage her to restrict
interruptions to urgent only.

   "I'm hungee." she moaned softly.  I melted.  Hungry was urgent.

   "What do you want for brekkies?" I quizzed her, knowing full well what
the answer would be.

   "Cheezios!" she squealed, swinging her legs over my head and barely
avoiding kicking me.  She ran off to the kitchen, leaving me sitting on the
bed with my erection pointing hopelessly into the air.  A patch of precum
sat on the sheets between the imprints my knees had left.

   "It's Cheerios, sweetheart!" I shouted, hesitantly.  I went to run after
her but was firmly reminded how sore my back was from being scrunched up on
the bed in a bad position.  I did my best to hobble into the kitchen,
sounding and feeling like an old man.  I heard the fridge door open and
something fall out, followed by my little girl's voice.

   "Oopsie!" she squeaked.  As I came into the room I saw her standing
astride a milk carton.  My little girl looked up at me with sad eyes,
expecting a stern talking-to.  Milk slowly trickled out of the re-folded
end of the carton, running along the grooves between the tiles.

   "Pick it up, sweetie, it's okay." I reassured her.  Her eyes brightened
and she bent down, picking up the carton.  She held it up and looked at me
triumphantly.  "It's upside down, sweetie." I tried my best not to laugh as
she looked down and saw milk spattering onto the kitchen floor.

   Chaos subsided and she settled into her favorite chair.  She had so many
favorites and seeing as I was such a softy it was hard to encourage her to
just be satisfied with whatever she was given.  One area where I had some
success was in getting her to stop sucking her thumb.  I used one of her
old pacifiers to ween her off the thumb.  Now, naturally, it was her
favorite pacifier and she wouldn't accept any other.

   She sat at the table with a plastic bowl full of cheerios floating in
way too much milk.  She took out her pacifier and laid it neatly beside the
bowl, grabbing her plastic spoon.  She held the spoon at a clumsy angle,
stirring the cereal around and watching the little rings do their thing. 
It was so cute to watch my little girl in her morning ritual, still in her
nightie.  I could make out her little soft pink nipple dots through the
material.

   "Don't forget to eat, sweetie." I reminded her, realizing she hadn't yet
had a spoonful.

   "I'm not hungee." she said confidently, turning toward me.  I rolled my
eyes at her.  Her moods changed so often and I had given up trying to
reason with something she couldn't possibly control.  Instead I opted to
distract her.  I was still greatly aroused so the plan formed perfectly in
my mind.

   "Would you like sausage instead?' I asked.  She looked up at me with a
remarkable amount of disdain; as if I had suggested something she couldn't
possibly have wanted even if it was the last possible option available in
any circumstance that even the greatest minds on earth could have come up
with.

   "No sossidge." she sulked, slapping her plastic spoon down into the
milk, splatting some over her.  She looked startled for a second before
breaking into giggles and turning to me.  I could've sworn she had gone
insane.

   "Eat your Cheerios or eat this sausage!" I walked over to her from the
kitchen counter, holding my semi-erect penis in one hand and looking like a
prize idiot.

   "That's not a sossidge, Daddy!" she giggled at me.  The table surface
was at the perfect height for me to place my member on the top.  I amused
myself with the idea for a moment before lifting up and flopping my cock
into the cereal bowl, splashing a little milk onto the table.

   "Daaaad!!" my girl flinched, looking up at me then back down at the
floating tube in her cheerios.

   "It's not a sossidge!" she squealed.  I gestured at her to quieten down.

   "You don't know until you've tasted it." I was well aware I was in
dangerous territory as she had a strong set of milk teeth and I wasn't
quite ready for things to turn sado-masochistic.  "Don't bite it just taste
it with your tongue and suck on it like your dummy." I congratulated myself
on avoiding disaster.

   "Okay." she said, appearing to ponder her options.  She was a smart
cookie and I often wondered what was going on in her decision making
process.

   I reached across her and rotated the chair so she faced me.  Her head
was at belly-button level, the perfect height.  I lifted my cock out of the
bowl and presented it to her, almost fully erect and dripping milk onto the
floor.  So much for cleanliness.

   "Hee..  it's big, daddy!" she put her spoon under my erection and lifted
it up, craning her neck around to look underneath and around the shaft. 
She was so curious and thoughtful, watching milk slide off the skin.  After
what seemed like a full minute she finally stuck out her tongue and swiped
the base of my cockhead in one wet, soft lick.  "Tastes of milk!" she
grinned up at me, smacking her lips together.  The touch was electric and I
wanted more.

   "Good girl." I said, barely able to string two words together with my
cock hovering infront of her mouth.  "Now try sucking it like your dummy."
I said, pointing to her pacifier.

   She looked at her dummy for a few moments before looking back at my now
fully erect cock.  She put down her spoon and grasped my shaft with both of
her tiny hands.  Her fingers were so thin and delicate that they felt like
the legs of an insect against my skin.

   "Wow, good girl!" I said, sounding as enthusiastic as I could.  I wanted
her to know that this was something awesome that she should do as much as
possible.  Terrible, isn't it?

   She grinned up at me then turned her attention back down to my cock. 
The head was peeking out of the foreskin and she watched it for a few
moments, seeming to consider her actions carefully.  As I was about to
encourage her once more, she opened her mouth wide and fed my cockhead
inside.  It was hot, wet heaven.  Her little tongue flicked up at the base
of my glans and my knees felt weak.

   "Now suck on it like the dummy, okay?" I urged her as gently as I could
considering how excited I was.  She immediately clamped her lips down
around the foreskin and tried to suck on it as if it were a giant version
of her pacifier.  I was so proud of her effort.  Her cute little
three-year-old mouth had taken my whole cockhead into her mouth in one go.
A first for her.

   "Good girl, keep going." was all I could say, and I must have said it a
dozen times inside a minute.  I put my hand on the back of her head to
gently guide her, pumping my cock in and out of her mouth maybe a half inch
to an inch at a time.  Nothing too rough.  Any fatherly concern I may have
had was fast overtaken by chest-crunching arousal.  Her eyes wandered up to
my face and I made sure to smile down at her, stroking her shoulder-length
mousie hair.  She still looked cute even with her mouth distorted around a
thick pole.  Her lips had quite a grip on my cock, hugging every movement I
made.  It felt and looked wonderful.  I felt my balls tighten up and my
shaft jump slightly, followed by the sensation of precumming.  I watched
her face for signs of discomfort but got nothing.  She seemed perfectly
content to continue this act, breathing through her nose and sounding
slightly congested.  I eyed the kiddy cold syrup on the shelf and felt like
a father again.

   Her lips smacked as they pulled off my cockhead.  She looked up at me
and grinned, wiping the corner of her mouth with her wrist.

   "Is..  that good, Daddy?" she asked, seeming to know that it wasn't
about sausage anymore.

   "Yes, sweetie that was great." I squeezed her shoulder and stroked her
cheek.  She gleamed up at me and swung her legs back and forth beneath her
nightie.

   "Oh!" she exclaimed, pointing at my cockhead.  More precum was oozing
out of my cockhead.  "It's sticky!" she giggled.

   "Hey let's taste some?" I encouraged her as passively as I could,
holding my cock out infront of her with a big, bright smile on my face.

   She eyed me up, considering things again.  A tense moment for any
father. Not that every father does this, of course.  But I digress.

   "Okie." she squeaked, her moist little mouth open in a cute oval, lips
shining with spittle.  She remained still and kept her mouth open,
expectant.  It was amusing to see her awaiting my cock as if it were a bite
to eat.  I brought my cockhead up to her mouth and she sucked it as if it
were ice cream, pursing her lips and closing them over the tip of my cock,
drawing precum into her mouth.  A moment passed as she tasted it.  Her
expression changed from simple expectation to mild discomfort.

   "Don't want sossidge anymore." she said, picking up her spoon and
leaning over the side of her chair to scoop up some cereal.  I felt
deflated.

   "Okay but give it a kiss goodbye first!" I said, still desperate to
unload on her in some fashion.

   "Bye bye sossidge." she said, cutely.  I wanted her to suckle it again,
but I couldn't force her.  A ridiculously frustrating situation.  She gave
the side of my cockhead a smooch before smacking her lips and giving the
same uncomfortable 'i taste cum' look she gave before.  I rotated her chair
back to facing the table and watched her.  I felt quite helpless and still
quite horny.

   I wondered how I could finish off as soon as possible.  I couldn't wait
until bathtime as Teletubbies were coming on soon and the whole bathing
shebang took a while.  Jerking over her during Tubbies didn't go so well
the last time as she preferred to concentrate on what was going on rather
than have the distraction of semen sprayed all over her backside.  I
considered my options.

   "Let me give your cheerios some more cheer!" I said, moving over her
bowl and pointing my cock at it.  She looked up at me and frowned, her
spoon tipped up against her top lip.  Some milk slipped out of the side of
her mouth, trickling down her chin and back into the bowl.  She looked down
instinctively, then back up at me with her cutest 'oops' face.

   I had to finish, so I jerked off while she ate.  A strange sight, I'm
sure.  It wasn't long before I was getting close and, with her cereal
almost half finished, I was sure she wouldn't be too upset at the mess.  I
took a perverse pleasure from jerking off into something she was in the
process of eating.  A deliciously deep arousal that illuminated every
aspect.  She would occasionally look over at my cock and giggle, or tap at
it with her spoon.  What tipped me over the edge was when she scooped a
spoonful of milk over the head, making everything that much more slippery.

   "Here you go, sweetie." I grunted, pointing my cock at the center of the
bowl as I felt my orgasm build.  She stopped eating and leant back with her
spoon still in her hand, looking expectantly for something.  She got it.

   "Sticky?" she asked, looking up at me with a mouthful of milk and
cereal.

   Rapid spurts splashed into the bowl, mixing with the inch of milk that
remained.  My daughter let out a giggle and grabbed at my thigh with
excitement.  My glans pulsed as my load fired out in broad, heavy ropes,
slapping down into the bowl.  As the spurts subsided into dribbles, I felt
my lungs wheeze from the intensity.  Take it easy, old man.

   "Daaaad!" my girl whined, dipping her spoon in to scoop up the mixed
mess.  I felt a little grossed out at the thought of it, especially after
the kinky rush had left me along with my load.

   "Sorry, sweetie." I panted, stroking her hair and accidentally getting
semen in it.  "You don't have to finish eating it."

   She kept her frown pointed squarely at me until she felt satisfied she
had put her message across.  Turning back to the bowl, she eyed it as if it
were a great adversary, holding her spoon upright like a weapon.

   "You're naughty, Daddy." she mumbled, low and gruff.  A moment later she
scooped up a spoonful of the mix.  I quietened down my breathing, not
wanting to do anything to put her off.  She shut her eyes tight and quickly
slapped the spoon into her mouth, clamping her lips tightly.  It was so
cute to see her developing some form of bravado.

   "Good girl!" I smiled at her, full of pride.

   My daughter opened her eyes and looked at me, making an uncomfortable
expression as she removed the spoon and smacked her lips.  The taste seemed
to be something she could endure, but not without encouragement.

   "All gone?" I asked.

   "Aaaah." she stuck her tongue out and showed me an empty mouth.

   "Wow!  Good girl!" I congratulated her as best I could and nuzzled her
cheek before giving her a big kiss on the forehead.

   I had some cleaning up to do, what with milk on the kitchen from more
than one occasion.  I hoped she would eventually suck me off to completion,
but wondered how she would deal with an undiluted load of semen.  Until
then, there would always be Cheerios.
   END