



                                 MY DAUGHTER'S LOVE


                                          by John P

                                     Copyright 2011




Chapter 1

You love her from the moment she enters the world. You worship
the baby girl, the tiny mite that you fathered, the tiny mite who
lies cradled in your arms while her mother looks on in
admiration. As you kiss her tiny head, you promise that she'll be
the most loved little girl in the world, that you'll never leave
her.

When she comes home from the hospital, you watch her feed at her
mum's breast, watch her take the big nipple and suck. She cries
and you're there, picking her up and comforting her. When she
can't sleep, you wheel her in her pram, talking to her until she
finally goes to sleep.

Eventually she talks and you're thrilled when you hear, "Dada."
She has a name now for that big human who keeps loving her and
talking to her. When she learns to walk, it's Dada who provides
his finger for her to hold onto so that she doesn't fall. You
watch her little legs grow stronger by the day and marvel at the
things she can do with her tiny fingers.

Then you watch as she plays in the garden, running around,
chasing a ball you threw and then throwing it back to you. When
she runs at you, she giggles when you lift her up and twirl her
round in the air. She loves her Dada and you're so proud. You can
take her for walks in the park and you let her go on the baby
rides, watching her laughing face as she enjoys herself.


She's 5 now and she has to start school and you take her,
promising your little angel that it will be OK and you'll be
standing right here waiting for her when she finishes school. And
you are there because you love her. Her little face brightens up
when she sees you and her blue eyes sparkle, and she runs at you,
knowing that you'll lift her up and swing her around. Her blonde
hair splays out when you swing her and she kisses you, telling
you she loves you.

There's something happening between you, yet you can't put a name
to it. She looks at you with a serious face and you look back at
her, so wanting to kiss the child. What is is that's going on?

You bathe her when Mum's busy and she likes it better when you do
it rather than her mum. You run the wash-cloth around her tiny
body and wash her beautiful blonde hair and you find her looking
at you with that serious face again. It's there again, that bond.


She's 8 now but she still wants Daddy to bathe her and you do.
Her long blonde hair is difficult to wash but she sits naked in
the bath while you wash it. She stands and you wash her back and
the bottom that looks so nice when you cup her buttocks. When she
opens her legs wide, you forget the wash-cloth and your soapy
fingers wash her little bum-hole and her little pussy, being sure
to clean between her lips. When you get her to turn around, you
wash her chest and the tiny nipples, watching them become erect
as your fingers pass over them.

Her serious face is before you again. It's that bond again, the
one you can't name. She opens her legs really wide so that your
soapy fingers can run up her little slit and she pushes her hips
forward to make it easier for you. When your finger touches the
top of her slit, she sighs, and you find that you're touching her
tiny clitoris. You're not thinking about sex, of course, because
she's your little girl and you wouldn't even consider touching
her indecently, would you?

What you can't explain is the erection that's filling your pants.
It's just a coincidence, of course. It couldn't be anything else.
Odd though, it seems to happen every time you bathe her. When you
stand to dry her hair before she gets out of the bath, she looks
at the tent in your pants because it's only 6 inches in front of
her face. She doesn't think anything about it though, does she? I
mean, she's only 8.

When you lift her out of the bath to stand her on the floor, her
arms go round your neck and she hugs you tight, kissing your
cheek. You kiss her cheek and then stand her on the floor, using
the big towel to dry the body of your angel. She likes being
dried by her daddy, particularly when you make sure she's
absolutely dry between her legs. You have to open her tiny pussy
lips and look inside to make sure that you didn't miss drying her
there. Odd that your cock hasn't softened. When she's dry, she
hugs you again and you find your hands are cupping her tiny
bottom, each hand cupping a firm little cheek.

You lift her up, intending to carry her into her bedroom and
dress her ready for bed. But she wraps her legs around your waist
and you find that your hands are moving to the open little pussy
and the bum-hole that is now so accessible. It's an accident of
course that your fingers touch her there but she's hugging you
tighter as the accidental touching happens. You kiss her neck,
just an expression of your love for your child, and you find
she's kissing yours.

Once you've put her on the bed, she's giving you that serious
face again and she can see the tent in your pants again. You turn
to get her pyjamas from the drawer and when you turn back to her,
her legs are splayed wide open and she's touching her pussy.
She's looking into your eyes to see what you think and when she
sees that your eyes have locked onto what she's doing, and she
sees you lick your lips, she knows that it reinforces that bond
between you.

You watch, entranced, as she puts a finger into her mouth and
then returns it to her tiny naked pussy, rubbing the tiny
clitoris that now peeps out from it's little hood. She's watching
you too as your hand goes to your crotch, touching the member
which is fully erect inside your pants. Her eyes are fixed on
your hands while yours watch each tiny movement of her fingers.

Your hands drop her pyjamas on the bed and you sit down next to
her, still watching her busy fingers, still stroking your pants
where your erection threatens to break through your underwear.
Then her eyes look into yours and she puts one hand on top of
yours, the one which you're using on your cock, and she leaves it
there as you continue to play with yourself. After several
seconds, she lifts your hand and places it on her bare little
pussy and you panic.

'I mustn't do this!' you tell yourself but you just can't take
your hand away. Your fingers are dry and you wet one in your
mouth, returning immediately to stroke your little girl's
clitoris. She sighs and her hand reaches for the front of your
pants. When she touches you, it's electric, and when she mimics
the hand movements you were making, you want to scream and cum.
Her hand is stroking your length, feeling your thickness, and
she's looking into your eyes for your reaction. She can see you
sweating and going red in the face, and she wonders for a moment
if something's wrong.

She lifts her knees so that her feet are flat on the bed and her
legs open really wide, giving your hand and fingers more room to
play with her tiny sex. Her tiny bum-hole, that lovely little
pink pucker, is visible now and you wonder about how really tight
it might be. Your finger slides along her short slit from
bum-hole to clitoris and she begins to pant softly, breathy
little sounds like a kitten at play.

When you cum in your pants, she feels the jerking of your cock in
her hand and she looks at you questioningly. She hears your
panting and the laboured breathing as you ejaculate into your
underwear, but she knows instinctively that something wonderful
has just happened, although she doesn't know what it is. Your
cock has just pumped gob after gob of hot spunk out and your
underpants feel absolutely full but she still moves her her hand
slowly over your pants.

Any sense you had now deserts you and when you lie down on your
belly and move your head down between her thighs, she takes your
head between her small hands as you begin to lick her tiny wet
pussy. She pants even more as your tongue plays with her small
labia and when the tip of your tongue touches her clitoris and
you tickle it, she shudders and holds your head tighter.

You're licking her harder now, faster, and she's beginning to
shudder, her tiny frame trembling because of what your tongue's
doing. She makes a mewing sound and then her body goes rigid, and
from her little throat comes, "Nnnnggg!" and her hips begin to
buck, trying to escape, but you hold her hips still and you watch
your little girl cumming. Her eyes are closed tight but her mouth
is open and she's sucking in air as her little orgasm takes her
over.

Ten seconds later, it's all over and her muscles relax and she
falls back to the bed. She's panting still but she opens her eyes
and looks at you, smiling at you and stroking your head. You move
to lie beside her and you cuddle her, stroking her back and
feeling her silky smooth bottom.

She nestles against you and you feel the love and you suddenly
realise that this is the feeling you could never put a name to.
It's sexual love for your child, the child who is so precious to
you.

Then she whispers, "That was nice, Daddy. I DO love you," and she
squeezes you tight.

"I love you too, sweetheart, so much," you reply and it's true.
The bond between you is stronger than any other you've known.


This bath-time ritual continues for another year. You bathe her,
lick her tiny pussy until she cums and you continue to cum in
your pants most nights. She's nearly 10 though and Mum's said
that she's a big girl now and she should bathe herself and not
have Daddy do it. Your little angel is not best pleased at this
interference in her pleasure with her daddy. Your wife has
started to suspect that more than bathing has been going on with
your little girl and the amount of time she spends naked with you
is 'unhealthy' and she intends to put a stop to it.

You can't protest, of course, but your world has just about
crashed around you as you see your love for your little girl
snatched away. You're bereft, the meaning has just gone out of
your life. But wait, you think, you'll just have to find another
way to be alone with her and you think long and hard about the
possibilities. You figure out the occasions when Mum goes out
alone and you realise that it might well be possible for your
love-making with your child to continue.

Mum goes shopping on her own and you're left with your angel
quite often. Then there are the times when you take your child to
functions which she has to attend, school, Brownies and so on.
Then you could always take her to the park or the picture house
or the fair maybe. The school holidays provide other
possibilities too and suddenly your world does not seem so black
any more.

The next time Mum goes shopping, you seek each other out and go
to her bedroom. You watch as she undresses and, once you're naked
too, her eyes never leave your cock as she sees it for the first
time, naked and erect in all its glory. She wants to touch it, to
feel her daddy's thing, to feel it directly in her small hand
instead of through his pants.

When you come together, her hand reaches for your cock and you
thrill at her touch. Her tiny hand encompasses your girth and she
feels the soft skin which covers your hardness. She's fascinated;
it's the first time she has seen an adult cock, let handled one.
You watch as your little girl explores your sex, the hard cock
and the bag which contains your balls beneath. You're flying high
as a kite as your angel discovers how your skin moves back and
forth as her little hand moves along the length of your erection.

You take her to her bed, lying her down and watching her spread
her legs wide. She pushes under her the pillow you've taught her
to use in order to raise her sex for your mouth and tongue. Her
beautiful blue eyes look up at you expectantly, waiting for you
to begin your exploration of her sex which is now wet because of
her arousal. She brings her knees up to her chest and then opens
them as wide as she can, knowing that you love to see her
bum-hole as well as her pussy which is now slightly open because
of her position on the pillow.

She sees your hand around your cock and she watches as you wank
slowly, your eyes fixed on her sex which she displays without
self-consciousness. She knows that you want what lies between her
legs and she also knows that she wants you there, making her feel
good like you have done for the last 2 years. Her appetite for
your mouth and tongue has not diminished, indeed it's become
stronger since Mum's interference has kept you away from her and
she's had to be content with her nightly masturbation, alone in
her bed. She frigs her clitoris every night, remembering the
feelings you always gave her as you worshipped her sex with your
mouth and tongue.

As you look hungrily at her sex, you want to penetrate her, to
take her virginity, but your sense tells you that she's too
small, that you would hurt her terribly if you tried to fuck her.
You settle instead on worshipping at her altar, and lie on your
belly in order to begin the tongue-work that you know she
desperately needs. Mum's orders, which have kept the two of you
apart, has done nothing but sharpen your child's appetite for sex
with you, and she sighs audibly as your tongue licks between her
pussy lips, raking from bum-hole to clitoris.

She moans loudly as your lips trap one of her labia between them
and her hands go to your head, pulling you harder into her sex.
Your tongue tastes the juice she's producing and you're inflamed
as she wriggles her pussy against your nose and mouth. Her
groaning arouses you, spurring you on, encouraging you to lick
harder, to give your little girl more of what she has been
missing so much.

You want to teach her something new and you lie on your back in
the middle of her bed, positioning her astride your head and you
hold her slim hips, pulling her down until her pussy rests on
your mouth. She loves this position and she takes full advantage,
wriggling contentedly on your face, moaning as your tongue is
busy exciting her little pussy. You hold her buttocks as she
wriggles and you're happy that she's making herself cum as she
rides your face, happy that she's choosing what you lick and how
hard she will press down on you. She holds the headboard tight
and fucks your tongue with that tiny hole, making sure that her
clitoris is pushed regularly onto the tip of your tongue.

When she cums, she cries out, "Daddeee!" and you feel her
buttocks in your hands tense as the first wave of her orgasm
overtakes her. She rides it, pressing her groin onto your face so
you can't breathe but you don't care because you're sharing love.
She groans loudly and her limbs shake as her climax continues,
shuddering as her white knuckles hold the headboard so tightly.
You taste her cum-juices as she empties herself into your mouth
and you gladly wait, hoping for much more of the ambrosia to fall
from her tiny pussy.

Once the trembling stops, she relaxes, panting hard as she comes
down from the high she has just experienced from your agile
tongue. She wriggles down your body so that she's lying on you
full length and her head rests on your chest. Yours hands are
busy caressing her back and the taut buttocks that feel so firm.
She's lying with your hard cock trapped under her belly and it
hasn't gone unnoticed. She moves over slightly so that she can
take your hardness in her hand and she wanks it slowly, knowing
that it gives you so much pleasure.

It won't take long, of course, before you cum and she seems to
know that but she moves up so that she can kiss you, kiss her
daddy who she loves so much. She feels your hand squeezing her
bum harder and your breathing increasing, and she knows that
whatever it is will happen soon. Her hand moves faster and, when
you tense your body, she can feel it in your muscles, and then
the hot wetness comes, spraying both your bodies. Your cry as you
cum startles her but she continues to wank you. She looks down
and can see your cock spurting stuff, hot viscous white stuff,
and she's intrigued by the sight. Your cock is jerking in her
hand and she watches, fascinated, as this white stuff continues
to shoot out of your penis.

This has something to do with babies, she remembers from
conversations at school with other girls in her class, but she
can't quite see the connection. Her daddy is kissing her, kissing
her lips hard and she's kissing you back, her soft lips so tender
against yours. She's made you cum with her hand and you thank her
profusely, but she's puzzled as to why. You made her cum so
delightfully and she's just returned the favour. Why would you
need to thank her? She dismisses it and cuddles close again,
nestling once more on your chest.

You love each other; there's really no other explanation
necessary for a father who is cuddling his naked
nearly-10-year-old little girl. You have both cum, each by the
other, and you lie there in post-orgasmic bliss, happy to fondle
each other and whisper your love for each other.

You take your naked daughter to the bathroom and clean her up but
she's a bit puzzled when she sees you lick the white stuff with
your tongue and swallow it. She asks if it tastes nasty and you
scoop some up and offer it to her. When you tell her it's nice,
her little tongue pokes out and she tastes it, declaring that
it's not nasty at all. Then she licks the spunk off your body and
her little tongue tickles your skin but it excites you. You
resolve to introduce this practice later when you can make love
with your angel again.

Society in general won't like this, you know only too well, and
Mum in particular will go ballistic if any of this ever comes to
light. A father's love for his little girl must always fall short
of sexual contact, regardless of the little girl's desire for it.
This is society's judgement and any transgressions will require
very long custodial incarceration. What the little girl wants is
discounted as being irrelevant and, if her heart breaks because
Daddy's not around any more, society will try to explain that
it's all his fault and he couldn't possibly have loved her, that
he's used her only for his own perverted satisfaction. This won't
help her much when she's crying tears into her pillow at night
for the umpteenth time.

They both know that their love must never be discovered, that it
has to stay secret so that their love can continue. The bond
between them ensures that she will say absolutely nothing to
anybody, least of all her mother, the woman who has tried to
break up what they have. She wonders for a moment what happens if
Daddy makes a baby in her. Would she be able to marry him and
then move away together? She'd love that, being with her daddy
for always.



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