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 Daddy's Diary #4 - My Favorite Kind Of Cookie Mg oral

   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.



   "Bathtime, sweetie!" I walked into the kitchen and announced with the
kind of overdose of enthusiasm only a parent is capable of.

   "Daaaaad but I don't WANT to!" my daughter stood in her pyjamas,
stomping her bare foot on the kitchen tiles.  This was about as big a
tantrum as she was capable of.  A damn sight better than other three year
old girls.

   "Then you get tickles!" I growled, stomping slowly and deliberately
after her.

   "No!" she giggled and ran around me with a semi-sulky expression on her
face, as if she wanted to be taken seriously but couldn't help but be sent
into terrified laughter at the sound of the dreaded tickles.

   "Tickorrrrls!" I grabbed at her waist and ran my fingers up to her
underarms.  She squealed and giggled, twisting out of my grasp and running
out of the kitchen and down the corridor towards the bedroom.  I stomped
after her and cornered her on the bed.  "Now I have yooou!" I did my best
monster voice.  More squeals of fake terror.  More giggles.

   "But..I...  don't...  want...  bathtime!" she shouted inbetween fits of
laughter.  Tickles seemed to have no effect at changing her mind.

   "Then I'll clean you with my tongue!" I felt mischievous and grabbed at
the waistband of her pyjamas, pulling them down around her ankles.  She
squealed and kicked her legs out.  I shuffled the jammies off of her feet
and grabbed her ankles, keeping her legs still.  That soft little pussy
peeked out at me, looking as inviting as ever.  "I'll start with your
little cookie!"

   "No!" she giggled and writhed her legs, trying to keep her knees
together.

   Despite her protests, I knew she liked to be licked down there.  It was
cute seeing her trying to resist something that she so obviously couldn't.
She seemed to calm down very quickly the moment my lips came into contact
with her smooth little pussyfold.  I looked up at her to check on any trace
of bathtime refusal.  She was staring up at the ceiling giggling, as if
searching the sensations.  I slid my tongue in and around all the crevices
of her bald little fold, flickering the tip against her miniature clit
hood. Her tiny little thighs tensed up around my head, making me lap at her
little slit with more enthusiasm.  She seemed to sink into the mattress,
delighting in the feel of it.  I slid my hands up over her hips and along
her waist, feeling the fragile, tiny little body of a child.

   "Bathtime, please?" I asked, pulling my mouth away.

   "But I want more!" she sounded insistent, shouting up at the ceiling.  I
wondered if I had created a monster.

   "Then bathtime?" I asked, risking another tantrum.

   "M'kay." she said, flatly.  I was surprised at how simple it was. 
Resuming my licking, I considered the limits of this control method.

   Bathtime arrived the moment she seemed to have enough licking.  She ran
out of the bedroom practically tearing her clothes off and leaving a trail
behind her.  I wondered if she had anything resembling an orgasm, as all I
could detect were mild tenses and flexes with no regularity to the
contractions.  Nothing to suggest an orgasm.  I considered her age and
hoped that soon she would experience things on that level.

   I arrived in the bathroom suitably naked and prepared for our usual
ritual of washing, jerking and more washing.  I made sure the water wasn't
too hot and only around four inches deep, just enough so that her playing
wouldn't leave me with more water outside the tub than in.  Next came her
floaty toys.  A plastic frog and a ball with beads inside it.  Both
floated. Both entertained her for far longer than one would expect.  Once
my little girl was naked, I lifted her up, gave her belly a little kiss and
lowered her into the water.

   "Come in, Daddy!" she seemed impatient for me to join her.  I clambered
into the tub, squatting down to splash water up her legs and trying to get
started on a bit of actual washing rather than just waterplay.

   My little girl's cute bubble-butt jiggled around as she stomped her feet
into the bathwater, splashing it everywhere.  I couldn't resist it and gave
her left butt-cheek a little squeeze.  I grew erect in a matter of seconds.

   "Daaad!" she curled up protectively, shooing my hand away from her
backside.  A cute contortion that resembled the girls painted on the side
of world war two bombers.  Coppertone meets Betty Page.  "Look!" she
squeaked, pointing at my erection.

   "Want to play with it?" I asked in my nicest voice.

   "Daddy, don't get sticky on me..  I'm washing." she looked so
self-assured.  I smiled to myself, finding her emphatic self-awareness so
adorable.

   "Daddy, don't get st.." she began to repeat herself.

   "Okay sweetie, I won't." I interrupted her, unaware that she needed a
response.  My girl was getting brighter and bolder, more demanding and more
controlling.  Quite the typical three-year-old.

   This was the time where I had to corral her psychology into something
more subtle and refined.  It is worthy to note that encouraging a little
girl of any age to think before she speaks is more of an art than a
science.

   "Go on, give it a little kiss." I beamed encouragingly at my girl.  Her
bright eyes returned my smile.

   "Mm-hm!" she nodded and daintily grasped my cock midway up the shaft,
leaning in to give the tip an electrifying kiss.  It was tantalizing but
nowhere near enough.

   "Only one kiss?" I quizzed her as she pulled her head away.  She leant
back down and stretched her mouth out wide, fitting the fat cockhead
between her soft little lips and clamping down on it.  "Good girl!" I
chirped, a happy camper indeed.

   "Mmnnm..mmnm...mnnn." she mumbled in time with the bobbing of her head.
Her lips were stretched taut around the thick glans, made thicker by my
foreskin.  Her little mouth's tight grip slid the skin back as she moved
her head back and forth, dipping the tip of my bare cockhead further into
her warm, wet mouth.  I felt her tongue accidentally slide across the tip,
making my cock jump and ooze precum into her mouth.

   I reached forward and kneaded her buttcheeks, the deliciously soft
sensation making my cock twitch some more.  I felt a deep, heavy rush as
more precum seeped out onto my daughter's tongue.  It felt like I was going
to cum prematurely.  She had gained so much oral dexterity since the last
time she had sucked me off.  I longed to be able to shoot my full load
inside her mouth, and the thought of it made me ooze even more fluid.  My
daughter's floaty toys clattered around her feet, doing nothing to distract
her from this act.

   "That's really good, sweetheart." I said, sliding a hand up along her
back and stroking her hair.  My other hand was very busy squeezing and
kneading her butt.  It was heavenly.

   I was lost in the sensation when suddenly she stopped bobbing her head
and looked up at me strangely.  She slid her lips off my cock with a wet
smack.

   "Your sticky tastes funny." my little girl screwed up her face and
smacked her lips before squatting down in the bathwater to splash some up
into her mouth.  I laughed and stopped her.

   "Don't drink that!" I chuckled, finding her mild disgust more of an
amusement than a real concern.

   "But I'm thirsty!" she made a very cute expression of discomfort.  It
must have been the saltiness that surprised her.  I suddenly considered she
may be put off doing something like that again.

   "I'm sorry, sweetie." I comforted her.  She held her mouth open and
stuck her tongue out, a mixture of drool and precum sliding down her chin.
"I'll be right back." I said urgently, not wanting her to do anything rash.
She was at that age where she had the confidence to take independent action
whenever she felt the need.

   I clambered out of the bath, put on my plastic sandals and went into the
kitchen to get her favorite sippy cup.  To my relief, I began to hear her
splash around and enjoy herself again.  I returned a minute later and she
couldn't have snatched the cup out of my hand faster.  She sucked on that
kiddy spout like her life depended on it.  I felt disappointed that my
precum tasted strong and wondered what dietary changes I could make to
alter the flavor to something she could get accustomed to more easily.

   "Look, sweetie.  It's gone down again." I said, putting on my best sad
face and pointing down to my drooping penis.

   "Sorry, Daddy." she chirped, taking big gulps of air inbetween drinking.
Once she was finished, she looked down at the empty cup before dropping it
in with the floaty toys and squatting down to play.  I was pleased that
she'd learnt the importance of finishing the job and apologized for not
doing so.  Shrugging it off, I considered the main purpose of this
exercise. To get her clean.

   "Do you want your dummy?" I asked, knowing that she would calm down
enough for me to wash her if she had it.  She nodded and within moments of
putting the dummy in her mouth, she was playing in a far gentler fashion.

   This was the prime time to clean her up, so I climbed into the tub and
did my best to snuggle in behind her.  She loved this position and wriggled
her butt against my crotch, giggling to herself.  I stretched my legs out
and her hands immediately slapped down on my thighs as if they were the
arms of a chair.

   "Heeh!" she delighted, craning her neck up awkwardly so she could look
at my face.  Her teeth champed down excitedly on her pacifier while I
washed up around her chest.

   As she lay back against me, I made sure to spend extra time lathering up
around her soft little nipples and caressing around her thighs.  I had
grown erect again and only had her back to rub against.  It didn't do much
to relieve the tension.

   "Hee, I can feel it!" she squeaked, wiggling from side to side against
my cock.  I tried to contain myself.

   Finally I got around to washing my favorite part: her little pussy fold.

   "Wash my cookie!" she squeaked, giggling and spreading her legs.  She
was still so tiny, her naked body all pudgy and cute and her feet reaching
just below my knees.  I began to splash water up against her crotch and
slid my hands delicately into place around her smooth little pussyfold. 
She immediately changed her demeanor, sliding her hands up and down my
thighs and almost deliberately caressing them with her fingers.  Every part
of her seemed to lazily busy itself whenever I felt around between her
legs. This was a good sign.  A sign she really felt a deep indulgence in
sexual matters, much like myself.

   "You like that?" I leant down and whispered softly into her ear, feeling
her hair brushing against my nose.

   "Mm-hm!" she nodded.

   I slid my finger down to her thin little slit, lightly pressing my
fingertip against her thin little vaginal opening.  It felt so taut and
smooth, the bathwater making every crease and curve slippery to the touch.
I was tempted to go down further and play with her cute little asshole.

   "Heeh, Daddy." she gushed, bumping her head back onto my chest, her hair
bunching up.  She gently swung her head from side to side as I worked my
fingertip up and around her little clit hood.  Her chubby little legs
stretched out until her feet touched the sides of the tub.  She was still
so tiny.  Three years and two months.

   Still, three years and two months and there she was chewing on a
pacifier she had been stubbornly refusing to throw away for months.  I
wanted her to kick the habit.

   "Sweetie, can I borrow your dummy?" I asked, holding my hand out infront
of her.  I had to try harder to ween her off and the best time to do it was
when she was distracted by our bathtime fun.

   "But..  but not for a long time." she pointed a finger out and tapped my
leg as if indignant about a previous event.  I looked around at her face
and spotted the brief hint of a pout.  She reluctantly put the dummy into
my hand and I placed it on the sink next to the bathtub before resuming
washing her crotch.

   "There, there, sweetie." I cooed, lapping water up against her pussyfold
and forking my two fingers around her little clit hood.  She quietened down
considerably and started to breath through her mouth.  I felt her tense up
against me occasionally and her toes scrunched and unscrunched.  It was
more proof that she was getting sexual satisfaction and it only served to
increase my efforts.  My fingertip kept finding her slit and I kept wanting
to slide my finger in.  I had to be careful and take it slowly as she had
barely taken my little finger beforehand.  "Can I put my finger in?" I
asked her as nicely as I could.  She nodded quietly.  I grabbed the vial of
lube from the sink and applied a blob to my fingertip.

   The very tip of my index finger poked between the taut skin surrounding
her hole.  This was a step up from a little finger, so I made sure to be as
gentle as I could.  I lightly circled her opening making sure to transfer
enough of the lube from my finger onto her thin little entrance.  Once I
was satisfied, I applied a small amount of pressure and felt my fingertip
dip a quarter-inch into her slit.

   "This okay?" I asked her.  I wanted to check every step of the way.  The
last thing I wanted to do was put her off.  The heat of her pussy against
my fingertip beckoned me inside.  It was a struggle to take my time.

   "Washing in my cookie?" she asked, cutely.  I smiled and nodded, adoring
her innocent logic.

   "Be a brave girl, okay?" I comforted her with a kiss on her soft cheek.
She nodded with her chin low to her chest, a look of apprehension on her
face.

   I gently turned my finger, corkscrewing the tip a quarter inch further
inside her.  It was so tight and hot.  She began to breathe heavier through
her mouth as I kept my finger still inside her.  With my other hand, I
stroked the hood of her clit.

   "Mmm." my girl cooed, leaning her head back against my chest and
stretching her legs out.  I watched her toes dance as her little pussy
gripped my fingertip.  She was so sexually responsive at such a young age.

   I wondered how old she would be when her vagina began producing its own
lube.  The artificial stuff worked a treat, though, and I felt my fingertip
slide a little deeper the more I turned it and worked it in.

   When you have a naked three year old between your legs and your fingers
are working her pussy, you soon lose all sense of reason.  The heavy rush
of wedging my fingertip in my three-year-old daughter's tight little hole
got the better of me and I squeezed my finger in a little deeper.

   "Uh!" she grunted and her body tensed up.  My finger slid in almost an
inch further, bringing it up to the second joint.  "Daddy!" she seemed
alarmed, her eyes wide with the new sensation of having something
relatively deep inside her.

   "Oh!  Sorry." I said, surprised at myself.  I couldn't tell if I'd hit
bottom as I began pulling my finger out immediately.  The sensation of my
finger slipping out of her was electric.  It was so smooth and tight, with
the slightest hint of ridging on her tunnel walls.  She squirmed around
until my finger popped out of her hole.  It was too much for her to take,
and thanks to my eagerness I was risking putting her off something I'd been
working so carefully toward.

   "My cookie hurts." Her bottom lip stuck out as she pouted, rubbing
herself.  I cursed to myself and wondered what I was thinking trying to go
deeper than a fingertip.

   Right then I had a brainwave.  A rare one.

   "Do you want your dummy back?" I asked her.  She nodded
enthusiastically. I took it from the sink and gave it to her.

   "Suck on it for a bit and then give it back because I want to show you
something." I told her with a careful tone.  She listened intently before
nodding and ardently sucking on her pacifier.

   "Good girl." I stroked her hair, happy that she was over the discomfort
of having a sore 'cookie'.  Oh how I wanted more cookie.

   A few moments passed and I felt it was safe to ask for her dummy again.
She obliged me and delicately popped it out of her mouth.  The customary
slop of drool ended up dripping off her chin.

   "Hey you drooly-drooly!" I teased, poking her belly.  She giggled and
wiped her chin.  The amount she salivated was always giving me dirty ideas.

   I took the pacifier in my fingers and brought it down between her legs.

   "Where is it going?" she quizzed, looking down at it.

   "I'm putting it there instead of my finger, okay?" I tried to sound
reassuring.

   "Will it hurt?" she asked with a sorrowful tone.

   "Here, feel it." I held out the tip.  She gingerly squeezed it before
taking a moment to think about it.

   "Okay!" she seemed brighter and less perturbed.  I wondered what level
of discomfort she felt, or if it was just the surprise of feeling a finger
probing too close to her delicate cervix.

   She watched with intent as I applied lube to the tip of the dummy and
placed it against her little entrance.  The bulbous tip was barely bigger
than my index fingertip, but the thing was so soft and squishy that it gave
way a lot easier than my boney digit.

   Some light pressure and some gentle turning motions were all it took for
the the bulb-tip of the pacifier to begin sliding into her tight hole.

   "Nuh.." she let out a cute little grunt as I felt the dummy tip slip a
half-inch inside her pussy.

   "Brave face, okay?" I said, hugging her with my free arm.  She nodded
silently and pulled in her bottom lip.

   I edged the pacifier in further until it was past the bulb.  Her three
year old vagina was so tight that I wondered if it would hold the dummy
inside or pop it out straight away.  Curiosity got the best of me and I let
go of the dummy for a moment to see what happened.  As soon as I lifted my
hand away, my girl's hand immediately took over and she planted her palm
squarely against the handle, keeping the dummy inside.

   "Wow good girl!" I congratulated her on having initiative.

   "It's in!" she squeaked, craning her head around awkwardly to look up at
me.

   "That's great!" I beamed down at her, doing my best to affirm her
actions.

   She gripped the dummy handle and plucked the whole thing out of her with
a little grunt and a look of triumph.

   "It's out!" she held the dummy aloft, looking very pleased with herself.

   "Now put it back in." I encouraged her.  She began to clumsily poke the
dummy at her crotch, unsuccessfully locating her pussyhole.

   "Be careful, go slowly." I took her hand and guided the tip of the dummy
against her entrance.  A small amount of pressure and the tip popped in
again.  "There!"

   "In, in, in!" she shouted excitedly, holding the handle in place.  She
wriggled her hips from side to side, swishing the water around.  It was as
if she were working her little pussy around the pacifier.  I grew even more
impatient to get my cock inside her but knew it would be quite some time.

   "Now remember to always wash it before you put it in your cookie, okay?"
I wanted to be sure she knew to keep a clean house, so to speak.  Once a
girl is penetrated all kinds of flora and fauna make their way in there, so
I had to keep her well-informed on hygiene.  It was a little early to be
teaching her, but I had started her off young so really there was little
choice.

   "Heeh!" she plucked the dummy out of her pussy with a pop.  "And out!"

   She was getting excited about this new game and I hoped it would be a
good way for her to loosen herself up for me.  She was about to put her
dummy back in her mouth when I caught her and quickly took the dummy away.
For a brief second it looked like she was about to squeal at me, so I had
to act fast.

   "Always wash it before you put it in a different hole, okay?" I showed
her, running the dummy under the tap and rubbing my thumb over it.  I
handed it back to her seconds later and congratulated myself on avoiding a
tantrum.

   "Good girl." I stroked her hair, wondering how I could convince her to
suck me off again.  I had been erect the entire time with nothing more than
her back to rub my cock against.  "Want to wash my sticky?"

   She shook her head.  It was the last straw.

   "Well I'm going to wash it myself." I said, picking her up and placing
her at the other end of the tub.  I laid back in the shallow water and
resigned myself to jerking off infront of her.  I yanked it as seductively
as I could, trying to appeal to a baser instinct that may or may not have
resided in my little girl at the time.  Fully erect, my cock must have been
quite a sight to the toddler.  Noticing her stares, I made sure to give her
a full show of every long stroke, drawing the foreskin back to expose the
bare head and a bead of precum.

   "You're silly, Daddy." she guffawed, giving up on the show and getting
up on her knees to play with her floaty toys.  I watched her pudgy chest as
she splashed around; the water trickling down over her soft pink
button-nipples.  She grabbed her floaty frog and slapped it down into the
water, making motor noises as she moved it around in the water.  Her plump
little behind was so inviting and made my orgasm build sooner than I
expected.  I slowed myself down and tried to play things out a little.

   "Sweetie, you have a cute little botty." I said, giving her buttock a
squeeze.  My palm almost stretched across both cheeks and I spent a moment
massaging her whole behind, relishing in how soft it was.  I was so close
to shooting that I could barely manage a few more slow strokes.

   "Heeh!  Silly!" she swatted at my hand, brushing it off her bottom.  I
had another brainwave.

   "Tickle time!" I shouted, getting up and splashing water everywhere. 
She squealed and went to climb out of the tub but I caught her and grabbed
her by the waist, pulling her down into the water.  I had her lying up
against the slanted end of the tub with the water lapping halfway up her
butt, at pussy level.  She was naked and glistening and I had to have her
somehow.

   "No tickles!" she giggled.

   "Tickles!" I growled, dancing my fingers into her pudgy belly and
brushing across her chest.  My free hand worked my cock, bringing me back
to that delicious precipice I held myself at beforehand.

   Her little pussy had achieved a lot during just one bathtime.  I looked
down at her crotch and considered more dummy-play, but my approaching
orgasm was keeping things in the right-now.  I watched her legs kick out
and barely avoided a foot to the crotch as she writhed and giggled,
splashing the water around.

   "Heeh, no sticky!" she pointed down to my cock as I pumped my hand over
it.

   "Yes, sticky!" I said, tickling her some more.  I kept her distracted as
best I could.  I bent down and blew a raspberry against her right nipple.
She squeaked and let out a loud giggle.  Her wet, naked little body soon
became too much for me as I felt the point of no return approach.  I lifted
my mouth off her nipple and straightened myself upright on my knees,
jerking my cock over my daughter's naked body as the smooth rush of orgasm
hit me.

   I let my full length hover over her belly as I stroked it slowly,
feeling the final surge of pressure before I blew my load.  I grabbed her
ankle and lifted her leg up, aiming at her pussy.  I watched the water
lapping up against the bald folds right as the first spurt rushed out of
me.

   "No!" she squeaked and I felt her leg tense up against my hand.  It did
little to deter me.

   I grunted loudly, thick spurts thumping out of my cock as it throbbed in
my hand.  Ropes flew out and splashed against her belly as she writhed and
stuck her hands out infront of her face.  Slick ropes shot out of my cock,
slapping down onto her wet skin.  Stripes laid out across her stomach and
thighs, one reaching up to her left nipple and stretching down to her belly
button.

   "Daaaaad!" my girl whined as the last few shots slopping down into the
bathwater around her buttocks.

   I sank down onto my legs and let my head recover from the deep rush that
orgasm had given me.  My girl wallowed uncomfortably amidst a mess of
floating semen.

   "You're naughty." she grumbled, wiping the slick mess off her chest and
giving me a cute but stern look.

   "Well you wouldn't put it in your mouth to clean it.." I panted, hoping
to give her a giant hint at my preferred method of unloading at bathtime.

   I thought it a fitting comfort to go down on her after cleaning her up.
I noticed that her pussy was starting to taste and smell a little stronger,
probably down to her having been penetrated three times in the past week. I
resigned myself to the consequences and stuck my head between her soft
little legs, lapping away at my favorite kind of cookie.
   END