Daddy's In Love
by Cactus & Kachina

The characters and events in this story are fictional and are not condoned by the author in any way. These stories are posted for fantasy and shout not be acted out. If you are under 18 years of age (or 21 in some areas) please discontinue reading. Fictional writing about children involved in sex is considered freedom and speech and is not child pornography according to U.S. law

Chapter 5: Homecoming

Dan was in heaven as his child rested in his arms. Looking around her room and seeing her stuffed animals and toys made it all the more special to him knowing they were becoming true lovers here. There was no better place to take her from childhood to womanhood than in the tiny bedroom he had worked so hard on for her joy. As he felt her warm breath on his shoulder he pondered their future and how they could carry out their destiny without Linda knowing. Dan hated to think they would have to wait and sneak sex but felt they would find a way. He knew Linda slept like a rock so during the night he could sneak in here and they could kiss and pet but little more. He also knew that he wanted all of her firsts with him to be in the comfort and safety of her tiny, cozy bedroom – yet crazily he thought of the ultimate show of love. What if his darling began to envision herself as his new wife? Surely it was a possibility as they grew deeper in love. He did have sexual needs that Linda refused to meet. She seldom fucked and a blowjob was like the ultimate gift of all! Anal, he remembered her saying often, was for male convicts. Yet somehow he knew the young child in his arms would disagree – which brought him back to their future. If Jen began to think of him as her husband she would eventually want to consummate this completely. Dan swallowed hard as he considered this ultimate act. Could he father a child in his own daughter? Could he inseminate her womb consensually, and if so, at what age? He quickly set that thought away. There was plenty of time to worry about that. It was an exciting thought though, and he had mentally decided that if that was to be it would not happen in her room. He would impregnate his child on the bed she was conceived on, and if need be, Linda could watch or get out.

His large hand was softly caressing the valley of Jennifer’s back along the impossibly smooth plane just before the rise of her boyish little butt. He saw how firm her tiny ass was from her gymnastics and found himself lost again in admiration of her perfect little body. Dan wondered how many other men found beauty in preteen girls and if others adored the simple lines before womanhood took their charms away. Sure, he liked tits and a figure, like all men his age, but nothing was as lovely in his eyes as a girl Jen’s and her friend’s age. They were innocent and pure and chaste at this stage before they began to grow breasts and hips and hair. Such a perfect fuck toy he was thinking as she stirred in his embrace. He felt her tiny lips on his ear as she kissed him tenderly. Cuddling closer she ran her slender fingers through the hair on his chest and began to absentmindedly play with one of his nipples. Dan sighed at her gentle touch and cupped her firm young butt lovingly.

They lay silently together lost in thought for a few moments when Jenny whispered in his ear.

“Daddy, did your balls fill again? Do you think you have another cum yet dad?”

The handsome child lover smiled to himself at her anxiousness, loving the attention that should be paid to his perfect cock. His daughter was beginning to worship it the way her mother should have, he thought, and attributed it to the possibility that it was because it had fathered her. She knew now that the stuff that came out was the sperm that planted her in her mom and had a fitting reverence for it. Her warm fingers were slyly trailing down his tummy now, burrowing below the thickening hairs as they neared his musky genitals. Dan automatically opened his legs yearning for the feathery touch of his child’s curious fingertips as they explored his daughter-making cock and balls again. He kissed the top of her head and answered, “Bunny, I think they are almost full again. Maybe in a minute you can weigh them. Do you remember how heavy they were last time, pumpkin?”

Jenny sat up and grinned ear to ear. The child was thrilled to be able to answer correctly and proud of her new found knowledge. “Oh yeah, daddy. I don’t know how many like pounds they were but I remember how heavy they were. Umm...kinda...kinda as heavy as...ah...”

She looked quickly around the small bedroom and suddenly pointed. “The balls were as heavy as that dad!”

A thrill ran through him as he looked at one of the larger of her old Beanie Babies. He had to admit to himself that he was a heavy cummer after all and it was certainly not lost on the youngster. Now if only she would tell all her friends at school that her daddy’s balls weighed as much as ‘Slinky the Snake’ he would have it made. Or go to prison. He laughed softly and spread his legs wider as her pretty fingernails scratched the dense hairs above his expanding root.

“You make them full babygirl. Now that they are filled up again what was your hurry?” he asked hopefully.

Jenny was now fondling that foreskin she was so fascinated with and he saw a concerned look on her face. The little girl knew what she wanted to ask him, but she was unsure and bashful about it, so he prodded her in a warm, fatherly tone. “Bunny was there something you wanted to say? Don’t be ashamed darling to ask daddy anything at all.”

Her fingers pulled nervously at his foreskin tugging the long snout well beyond the seeping pisshole. Her eyes glanced his way again but she was embarrassed to look in his eyes. In a barely audible voice she stated, “Daddy you know in that book we had with the pictures?”

“Yes honey....mmm your hands are so soft.”

“Well....there were these pictures of girls and...and they had the mans thing actually in their mouth! Did mom ever do that to you dad?”

Dan laughed. “Not often enough, sweetie.”

Jenny looked more confused, so Dan explained. “Hon, men like daddy love when a girl does that and most girls love doing that for men.”

“Really, daddy? I wanna put your thing in my mouth. I don’t know if I can fit a lot of your cock though.” She was becoming more excited at the prospect of sucking like the grownups in the pictures now, “And daddy, maybe you can teach me that trick?” She looked in his eyes with glee waiting for a reply.

“Um...what trick darling?”

The preteen nymph surveyed the growing cock in her hand. Already the head had expanded to a thickness wider than her wrist and was rapidly lengthening to its ready state of eleven strutted inches and she swallowed rapidly several times in fear. Bravely, she sputtered it out anyway knowing it was an almost certain impossibility. “Well.....we saw this girl and...and the man had his thing...his cock into her throat dad! Can you believe it?”

Dan looked down at his unholy cock that dwarfed the child’s head and imagined what it would be like to feel her buttery esophagus undulating rhythmically along his fuck cartilage. He felt his incestuous balls churning in fuck-lust at the vision of her neck bulging out with prick. “Oh bunny...um...no one’s been able to ever do that to your father hon. Why don’t we just start with what fits in your mouth without much trouble for now. I’m sure daddy will love the feeling and we can try and push more in every time. Ok hon?”

The charming tot nodded and smiled happily and licked her sexy full red lips. “Oh goody, dad! Dang is Heather ever gonna be jealous now! I got a boyfriend and she doesn’t plus I know all about balls and sperm and pretty soon I’ll be a cocksucker! Now how you want me dad? You want me on my knees like in the pictures or you want me to crawl down ‘tween your legs like when you jacked a cum?”

What Dan truly wanted was for her to lay her perfect cuntlet over his mouth in a loving sixty-nine but that would have to wait. His fatherly wisdom told him that the poor child would have enough on her young mind trying to get his cockhead in her mouth. He knew what the foreskin would do when it rolled up in a donut and the problems that would cause her as well. It would be better at first for him to let her concentrate on sucking him off. He mentally weighed the positions and decided the best was for him to feed her the cock. That would also allow him to gauge how much she could take before she began to gag. With time she would overcome that and accept him fully down her sleek and slender neck. Dan began sitting up and arranging himself on her tiny twin bed.

“Honey, why don’t you lie on your back and place your pillow under your head? I think this may be the best, most comfortable way for you. Now daddy is going to help teach you, and if you want, it may be a good idea to let me sperm in a glass. You just only have to not hurt Mr. Cock with your pretty teeth.”

As the schoolgirl began positioning herself she nodded than suggested hopefully, “K dad but...well…will you please sperm in my mouth? Like in the pictures dad? I’ll show you I’m a big girl now. You’ll see dad. I promise. Cross my heart!”

* * * * * * *

Heather could feel her deep brown eyes growing heavy as she leaned against Scott, her head on his broad shoulder and her silky hair hanging over her face. She wasn’t too surprised – with all of their giggling and chatting the night before, she and Jennifer didn’t get much sleep. Maybe it was because of Scott, too. This was the first time she had been so close to him, and it reminded her of the times she used to lay in her daddy’s arms before he left her and mommy. As the minutes passed, she slowly began to grow more comfortable in the large man’s presence, and her eyes continued to grow heavier and heavier until, in her drowsiness, it began to slip. She caught herself right away and sat up, but Scott had noticed. He turned to his girlfriend’s young daughter and spoke in a gentle but deep voice. “You seem pretty tired, sweetie. Do you wanna take a nap?”

Heather simply nodded, and without words the two of them stood up and Scott reached to draw back the white quilt on her bed. Heather gently slipped beneath the warm cover and began to get comfortable, but she was roused further when Scott leaned down close to her.

“Why don’t you slide over a bit, and we can take a nap together?”

The child was too tired to think much over it, so she simply obliged and made room for him beside her. Because her bed was so small (made primarily for someone of her childish size), Scott’s body was close to hers. He slipped his arm around her soft, small body. Heather was so tired…and the thoughts she was having made her miss her daddy more. Slowly, she put her arm around him as well and cuddled close. It was only a matter of time before she was drifting off to sleep.

The young girl didn’t know how long she had been asleep when her eyes began to flutter open again. Her soft, alabaster skin was lightly chilled from the air conditioning, blowing against the moisture of sweat that often accompanied such naps. In her sleep she had turned to face the opposite direction, and now she blinked away the disorientation that she often awoke to after mid-day naps. Around her smooth stomach she felt the thick, hairy arm of her mother’s boyfriend – her own girlish arm draped over it. Scott was still behind her, but was he still asleep? Heather was about to slip from underneath his arm to stand up and look, but something suddenly kept her back. Behind her, a large hand had closed over the soft curvature of her rear and began squeezing gently.

The breath caught in her throat. She had never felt someone touch her like that before, not even her own daddy. Was it really Scott behind her now, squeezing her tushie? What a silly question, something said in the back of the girl’s mind. Of course it was Scott. The two had fallen asleep together earlier. But did Scott really fall asleep, or had he been doing this even while his girlfriend’s daughter slept angelically beside him? There was another, firmer squeeze and it was all Heather could do not to squeal in surprise. It troubled her to think of what would happen if he caught her awake. Again his hand brushed against her rear, but this time it was sliding up along the back of her cotton shorts and toward the waist. Heather felt warm, work-calloused fingers slipping beneath the elastic before his hand was once again cupping her tiny bottom – this time right against her white and purple-flower panties.

A firm knot squeezed somewhere deep inside Heather’s tummy and she wasn’t able to keep from shivering noticeably as a meager gasp slipped from her mouth. Scott’s hand stopped moving as soon as she betrayed that she was awake, and there was a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on for hours as heather stared wide-eyed at the wall. Before long, Scott’s deep, whispering voice broke the tense silence.

“Heather…are you awake?” He didn’t seem as nervous as Heather surely was.

Through the growing lump in her throat, she managed to reply, “Y-yes…”

Another brief moment of silence followed, and then Scott’s hand began to massage and squeeze lightly at her behind again. He whispered, “Does this feel nice…?”

“I…I don’t know…”

She felt his hand slip from out of her shorts and then she was being lifted, both of his hands now gripping the sides of her chest to bring her into a sitting position. When she was finally turned enough to see Scott, her heart skipped a beat and her mouth became slack. No longer was he wearing the clothes she remembered before. He had shed everything but his white briefs, which were drawn down and tucked under his scrotum to reveal the dangling organ beneath.

This was the closest Heather had ever been to a real penis, certainly much closer than the night before. Her eyes were glued to Scott’s manhood, both marveling at it and slightly afraid. What was Scott doing? Why was he undressed? What all had happened while she slept beside him? Her mind thought back again to the sight of Mr. Degroot’s penis as he peed. His penis was something she secretly admired and marveled at. But Scott’s penis was different. It wasn’t only the fact that he didn’t have the extra skin over the tip (What had Jennie called it? “Foreskin?”), but something in the way Scott looked at her…she didn’t think she wanted to be this close to his penis, despite what she may have hoped for earlier. Scott’s eyes watched hers carefully, and he questioned her again in that same, unsettling whisper.

“Do you like it, Heather?”

The young girl managed a meek shrug as she tore her eyes away from the fleshy rod. One of Scott’s large hands lifted again to caress her soft cheek, and she trembled at his touch. He cupped his hand firmly along her cheek and chin (he was so large, and she was small enough that his hand nearly covered the entire half of her face!), then turned her face once again towards his so their eyes met. The look she saw in those icy-blue eyes made her confused and uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like boys’ cocks?”

This time his tone was firm and Heather began to worry that she had angered the man. She also felt that familiar knot twisting in her belly again, her skin crawling as he used that dirty word…“cock.” Heathers eyes once again fell away from his, focusing on the frilly lamp that sat on her nightstand. Mommy had given her that for her 8th birthday.

“Answer me, Heather. I asked if you liked cocks.” His tone was one of disappointment, maybe even anger; there was no doubt about it this time.

“I…I don’t…kn-know,” replied Heather, choking on her words as tears began to well in her beautiful brown eyes, “I don’t know…S-Scott…”

He took her wrist firmly, pulling it down from her face as she lifted it to wipe away tears, and wrapped her hand around the flaccid length. Still looking into her eyes, he seemed to command her. “Touch it. You’ll like it.”

Heather choked out another sob and pulled her hand away, scrambling back off of her bed and backing away from Scott…her mother’s boyfriend…the man who was scaring her so much. The imposing man pulled his briefs up over the dangling member and stood up on the other side of the bed. This motion caused Heather to sob even more, her face twisted in fear and confusion. Scott raised a hand placating hand to her and began to step around the bed towards her.

“Stop, Heather…you’re just confused…”

This only caused her to back up more, and when Scott rounded the bed and began to reach for her, she turned and ran. Shouting after her, Scott dashed to the door but was too late. Heather was already pounding down the stairs, her sandals slapping against the soft soles of her feet as she cried, making her way as fast as she could out the kitchen door.

* * * * * * *

Dan looked down into Jennifer’s beautiful chestnut eyes as he kneeled over her chest, his legs spread and his knees pressed lightly against her sides. His full, heavy erection stood gloriously over her face and he could feel the rise and fall of her chest against his thighs as she admired the fleshy tool with childlike wonder. Every now and then, one of her heavy breaths would tremble with a shiver of excitement and anticipation, and Dan could feel each one as it expelled warmth against the underside of his impressive penis.

“Are you ready, bunny?” asked Dan, using one hand to stroke through his daughter’s satiny hair, “We’ll go slowly, okay? Don’t get too excited…I’ll let you know when we can try going further.”

Little Jennifer simply looked back into his eyes and nodded. She trusted him completely, with all of her body and soul. She knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. He would make sure she learned how to suck on his thing the very best way, and she was barely able to wait. Dan shifted slightly so he could aim his incestuous tool directly at Jen’s little mouth, one hand still caressing through her hair as he whispered.

“Now…I’m going to push the tip into your mouth. Suck on it like a baby sucks a bottle, okay?”

Jennifer couldn’t help but grin as she nodded in excitement. When she saw the thick, fleshy head moving towards her mouth, she obediently opened it as wide as she could. Her smooth, pink lips glistened with saliva and her small tongue quivered with the desire to finally taste her daddy’s wonderful cock. As soon as the meaty glans slipped past her lips and pressed into her mouth, she began sucking it just as daddy had instructed. The thrill sent electrical shivers all through her, and she trembled with exhilaration while lifting both hands to wrap around the thick base along with Dan’s guiding hand.

Dan drew in a sharp breath the moment he felt his precious daughter sucking his prick, cupping the back of her head firmly. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt. Even in the rare moments when Linda would give in and suck his cock, it was nothing compared to the feeling of his wonderful daughter’s mouth. He knew there was no hope of lasting very long before his orgasm was pumping through his loins. Beneath him, Jennifer was squeezing the thick shaft of his manhood as she sucked the firm head, her eyes wide in astonishment and locked on the glorious organ. As Dan expected, she still wasn’t familiar with how to give the perfect blowjob, so her tiny tongue simply pressed against the bottom of his glans and twitched every now and then as she sucked.

“Mmmhh…good…that’s so good, bunny. Now, swirl your tongue around the tip while you suck it.”

The child immediately did so, working her pink tongue in circles around the bulbous head, doing her best to cover it all. She knew that her daddy’s heavy breathing and low moans meant she was doing a good job, and her heart swelled with pride. She hadn’t felt this proud since she won the gymnastics competition at her gym. Dan, on the other hand, was even more proud of his little angel than when she won that competition. Even now his balls throbbed eagerly, ready to expel their potent contents. He continued to squeeze and stroke the staff along with Jennie, and then whispered huskily as he began to pull the head from her lips.

“Ohhh…baby…baby I need to pull out now…”

As the yummy cockhead began to slide back out from her lips, Jennifer whimpered in disappointment and tried to pull it back. “No daddy! Please! Please don’t stop, I’ll try harder!”

“No, baby...you did really goo-…oohhh—nnggg!!”

It was too late. The tip was still brushing against little Jennifer’s perfect lips when his load began to spew. With her mouth still open in protest, Jen gasped and flinched as the pearly ooze shot thickly into her watering mouth. Dan continued to stroke and milk his cock, unable to do much else in the rapture of his climax. Thick cum began to gather on her lips and chin, but most of it pooled on her tongue. In a moment of panic and excitement, Jennifer began to swallow the fluid which she had desired so. In her alacrity, some of the ooze slid down the wrong pipe, and she suddenly shook with a violent cough.

This brought Dan from his daze, and he quickly dismounted her chest and pulled her up into a sitting position. Cradled in his arms, Jennifer brought a hand to her chest and coughed some more. She trembled, and the globs of semen on her lips sprayed. Dan began to firmly pat her back.

“It’s okay, angel…deep breaths…”

By the time her throat had cleared, Jennie was panting – partly with panic, but mostly with exhilaration. Though some of her daddy’s cum had choked her up, a lot still made its way down her esophagus and into her tummy. The taste even lingered on her tongue, still. Through deep breaths she managed to throw her arms around her father and cry out in excitement. “Oh, daddy!! I tasted it! I swallowed your sperms and it was so good!”

Dan sighed with relief, glad his daughter would be okay. Another part of him shivered with the eroticism of his little girl proclaiming such a love of his sperm. The two held each other tightly in the afterglow of the experience, but were interrupted by a sudden, frantic knocking at the front door. Dan laid Jennifer gently onto her back as he reached for his pants, putting them on quickly. She looked up at him.

“Daddy…?”

“It’s okay, babygirl,” he buckled his belt and smiled, “I’m sure it’s no one important. I’ll be right back, okay?”

Jennifer nodded and Dan slipped out of her room and down the hall, descending the stairs to the front door of their home. Along the way, the doorbell rang twice. When he unlocked and opened the door, he was surprised to see a frantic Heather; her bike was on its side behind her, and her eyes were pink with dried tears. As soon as he opened the door, the young girl flung her arms around him, buried her face in his bare stomach, and began crying again. Dan kneeled down to pull her gently into his arms, rubbing her back and whispering calming words to her.

“There, there Heather…its okay. Shhhh…tell me what’s wrong, honey.”

After several moments of sobbing and sniffling, she managed to explain what had happened back home with Scott. Dan listened quietly, continuing to caress her back and calm her as best he could. When she was finished with her story, he found himself upset and angry that Scott had done that to her. A precious girl like Heather didn’t deserve to be scared like that, he knew. After calming her some more, he stood again and took her hand.

“Come inside Heather. You’ll be okay here, I promise. You can stay with me and Jennie until we figure things out.”

“Th…Thank you, Mr. Degroot. Thank you so much.” She sniffled again as she wrapped her hand in his, following Dan into the house as he closed the door behind them.

Once they were in the foyer, Dan heard the soft padding of feet on the stairs. Jennifer appeared at the bottom, wearing nothing but her panties. “Daddy…?”

When she saw Heather, she ran up to her and hugged her tightly. The two best friends held onto each other as Jennifer asked, “Daddy! What happened?”

“Heather’s mommy’s boyfriend tried to touch Heather, and it scared her. She came here to get away from him.”

Jennifer gasped lightly and planted sincere little kisses all over Heather’s face, tasting the salty tears on her cheeks. “Oh no! I’m so sorry…you can stay with us and we won’t let you get hurt, I promise!”

After the girls were able to settle down, Heather wiped the tears from her eyes and looked to her best friend. As if noticing for the first time, she meekly questioned, “Why aren’t you wearing clothes…?”

Little Jenny, in her excitement to show off, quickly blurted out, “Oh golly Heather, daddy was teaching me how.....”

Dan quickly halted the conversation by placing his large hand on his little one’s bare shoulder giving her a gentle squeeze. She looked up at him with her doe-eyes questioningly before sighing softly and leaning her head against his hip. Dan’s eyes quickly glanced from one child to the next forming his thoughts even as he admired their shapeless perfection. The adult had felt the familiar scrotal twinge when he saw the schoolgirls almost kissing and it did not escape his lustful mind that his cock bulge was almost on the same plane as either nymph’s young mouth. That he could feed them both a warm, spermy meal as they stood worshipfully before him.

If he played this right and could explain that adult/child sex was perfectly normal under the right conditions. He could be in pedo heaven. All he needed was an already-believing daughter to help him explain how wonderful it is to have a grownup – the right grownup – teach them the joys of sex. Dan knew that at this point in time the bumbling Scott stood no chance to get to the tot first. By the time morning came he was convinced he would not only get the chance to fondle the youngster and look up her immature vagina, but probably feel her pouty little lips stretch around the massive barrel of his fuck-cylinder.

“Heather, I think we can answer that in a bit, but first let me call your house and tell them you will be staying here for a few days.”

The lovely girl smiled faintly at him and he saw adoration in her eyes. Adoration, he knew, was a perfect beginning toward gaining her trust. Once she trusted him with her feelings she would trust him with her frail little body. He wondered how her cuntlet would feel when he finally felt the enormous cock knob pop inside.

“See Heath’…I told you my dad’s the best. He always knows what to do. You just watch.”

Dan smiled and rubbed his child's hair saying, “Well maybe some things bunny. Now let’s see...are they still painting your house, honey?”

Heather nodded and wondered why he wanted to know. “Yes Mr. DeGroot. It smells really bad too.”

Dan felt a twinge in his belly at hearing her soft voice. “Ok honey. First, since you’re going to be here for a while, why don’t you call me Dan; or if you’d rather not, maybe Uncle.”

Jenny grinned ear to ear when she heard her little pal answer. “Um.....ok Uncle Dan.” The hall filled with the sounds of innocent giggles as the kids relished the good looking father’s new role in Heather’s life.

Dan laughed with them, knowing he would make a grand and perverted uncle, and then instructed, “That’s better, now isn’t it? Tell you girls what. You run in the kitchen and get yourself a snack and then I’ll be in and we can have a little talk. First I have a call to make.”

He watched the darlings walk away hand in hand, mesmerized by the purity of their almost-boyish bodies, unfettered with breasts and hips. Jen looked so adorable in her panties that clung enticingly to her hard little butt and he made a mental note to buy her some itty-bitty, flimsy thong undies soon, knowing she would love shopping for slutty grownup clothes with him. The fine downy hairs on their skinny, yet well toned legs was backlit, deliciously shimmering and he imagined briefly how soft they would feel as they brushed his while they fucked. Heather looked especially luscious as his eyes were again drawn to the soft fuzz on her arms and legs. He wondered if she had that spidery-soft look on her immature cuntlet and tummy. As the two charmers were lost from view, Dan made a phone call – a phone call with serious undertones.