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 Daddy's Kisses Chapter 1 By BigMess
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   My Daddy and I are lovers.  I fell in love with him when I was very
young.  My Mother died in a car crash with a drunk driver when I was five.
I remember how it all started and that is what this story is all about.  So
sit back, make yourself confortable and read a true love story.
   Like I said, my Mother died when I was very young.  I only remember her
vaguely but my Daddy says I am the spitting image of her.  I remember her
long black hair and her beautiful face.  She used to tuck me in at night
every night after bath time.  When she died we were very sad.  But Daddy
remembered Mommy's schedule.  So he would give me a bath and after the bath
our nightly ritual was born.  I would pick out a story for him to read to
me and he read to me for about 10 minutes.  This usually made me fall
asleep so he would kiss me on the forehead and pull up the covers and tuck
me in and leave.
   It was like this for about a year.  It was just after I turned
six-years-old that things changed.  Daddy was still really sad and he had
started drinking.  It never said anything since I really didn't understand
that he was becoming an alcoholic.  One night he gave me a bath and he
smelled like whiskey.  Usually he would simply fill up the tub and he would
sit on the toilet as I took my bath and watch me.  I loved my Daddy and I
never even thought anything about it.  My Daddy was just taking care of me.
But this night it was different.
   He got on his knees and took out a washcloth and started rubbing soap on
it and he said, "I have to start washing you Amanda.  I've been watching
you clean yourself and you are not cleaning your pussy like you should."
   "What's my pussy Daddy?"
   "I'll show you," he said and soon he had the washcloth soapy he got
closer to me and he put one hand behind my back to support me.  I melted
into his strong arms as I laid back for him naked and waiting for him to do
whatever he was going to do to me.  I looked in his eyes and he took the
soapy cloth in his big hands and he started with my chest.  He rubbed my
nipples with the cloth cleaning my front really nice.  It felt good that he
was cleaning me and I felt him pay special attention to my flat tiny
nipples.
   I smiled up at him and said, "That feels nice Daddy."
   He returned my smile and soon he moved the soapy cloth down towards
where I peed.  Once there he rubbed the cloth over the top of my pee pee
and washed it.  "This is your pussy Amanda.  And you pee from here as you
know but you are not wiping how you should after you pee.  So I need to
clean it." He continued rubbing my pussy and soon his middle finger that
was inside the cloth was applying pressure to my pussy lips and it spread
them open a little getting just inside my lips cleaning me very well.  I
started feeling really funny.  He rubbed me and soon there was a little
bumpy thing on the top of my pussy and when he rubbed it it felt so good.
   "Do you know what this it?" he asked as he spend a minute rubbing it
making me begin to pant and butterflies filled my tummy.  I shook my head
no and he said, "This is called your clitoris or clit.  It's like the
center of your pleasure.  If you play with it you will start feeling good
see?" he said as he continued rubbing my entire pussy including my clit.
   I closed my eyes and laid back further in his arms and spread my legs
wider for him.  "Oh, oh, oh Daddy something's happening!" I said.
   "Just go with it.  You're going to cum sweetheart" he said.  He rubbed
me and soon I was panting harder and moaning.
   "Ohhhhh, oh, oh Daddy!" I screamed as I cam under his rubbing.  It was
amazing.  My mind exploded as I sat in the tub and he finished rubbing my
pussy and handed me the washcloth and told me to finish because it was a
school night and I needed to go to bed.  I got off my butt and got on my
knees in the tub and he watched me as I finished washing myself.  Then I
pulled the clear curtain closed and turned on the shower and washed my
hair. He watched me the whole time as usual.
   Once I was finished he handed me a towel and I dried off and went into
my room, got dressed in my nightie, which consisted of a purple nightdress
that came to my knees and a pair of plain white panties underneath.  I
combed my hair in front of my mirror and waited for Daddy to come in and
read my story.
   He came in the room and I grabbed a story and he met me at the bed as
usual.  He read me a story like he'd done a hundred times before and kissed
me goodnight after we finished.  I was not bothered by what happened in the
bathtub and neither did he.
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   The next day was just like ones before it.  Daddy took me to school and
picked me up just like normal.  But I couldn't stop thinking about the
night before and how good Daddy made me feel when he cleaned my pussy and I
was anxiously awaiting bath time.  We ate dinner and I we cleaned the
kitchen as usual and he said, "Okay sweet heart, it's bath time!"
   "Yeah!" I squealed and I ran upstairs and we met in the bathroom as he
was running my bath.  I stripped out of my clothes in front of him and I
stood there naked with my pussy in plain view of my loving father.  Before
yesterday, that was normal and I never thought about it.  That night was
different.  As I stood naked in front of him the butterflies returned and I
started getting excited.  "Daddy?" I said as he went over and sat on the
toilet.  He wasn't drinking tonight.  "Are you going to give me a bath like
you did last night?"
   "About that princess, I'm really sorry about last night.  I was kind of
drunk and out of my mind," he said.  "That will never happen again, it's
not appropriate." My eyes welled up and I started crying quietly.  "Oh
Honey, what's wrong?" he asked as he came over and hugged my naked body
close to his and he lifted my chin and made me look at him.
   "I liked what happened last night Daddy!  I really did!  You made me
feel so good!  I don't want you to stop Daddy." I said weeping.
   He knelt in front of me and looked at me in the eyes.  "But it was wrong
baby.  I'm your father and I shouldn't have done it," he said.
   I continued crying and he kissed me on the forehead.  "Please Daddy?  I
really want to cum again," I pled.
   He gave me a funny look and said, "Okay baby, but you can't tell
anyone."
   "I would never tell anyone Daddy," I said and I jumped into the tub
making a hell of a splash.  I giggled and I grabbed the washcloth and
handed it to Daddy.  He proceeded to wash me until I was squeaky-clean and
had another delicious orgasm.  When he finished making me cum again I
washed my hair and he watched me as usual.  Once I was done I continued my
ritual and changed into a long t-shirt and clean white panties and I raced
to bed.
   Daddy walked in and I had my book ready and ready for him.  I smiled and
he sat on my bed with me and read me my story.  I fell asleep and he went
to his room.  That became our ritual.  We would eat dinner and have a bath
and an orgasm.  It got to a point that all I could think about what bath
time.  About two months later, we ate dinner and had my bath as usual, but
Daddy couldn't make me cum.  He played with my pussy under the washcloth
for at least ten minutes when he tossed the cloth aside and replaced it
with his bare hand.
   "Oh my God, I remember how different it felt with his bare hand on my
bald pussy.  He was able to slide his fingers between my pussy lips and
focus more on my clit as he rubbed me.  That was all it took and I came
harder than I had in a very long time.  I looked at him lovingly as I
finished cumming and said, "Thanks Daddy!"
   "From now on I want you to take a bath and we will play together
afterwards in your bed.  That way I can teach you more than what I can in
the bathtub.  What do you think Amanda?" he asked as I stood up and washed
my hair in front of him again.
   I nodded and said "Okay Daddy!"
   "There is more to pleasure than just masturbation and I think it's time
you learned more," he said as he walked out of the bathroom.
   I ran to my room and changed.  This time I chose a small tight t-shirt
that was about two years old.  It was in my dresser and I never wore it
anymore because it was so small.  But tonight I thought it was perfect.  I
slipped an equally tight pair of white panties on and you could see the
outline of my bulging pussy lips in the panties.  Daddy came in my room and
I stood up and finished brushing my long black hair and swung my hair over
my shoulder and stood up showing my Daddy my outfit.
   "Wow!" he said admiring my six-year-old body as I stood in front of him.
"You look amazing baby girl!  I think you have found my new favorite
outfit!" he said as I hugged him.  As I hugged against him I felt something
poke me and I reached down and felt his stiff dick in his sweat pants. 
"Mmmmmm," he moaned as he closed his eyes and I rubbed him."
   "Does that feel good Daddy?" he looked at me and nodded.  He took my
hand and stopped me from playing with his dick.
   I pouted and he moved me to the bed and I sat on the edge watching him
as he knelt in front of me and said, "Do you want to learn how to kiss
Amanda?" I nodded and smiled.  I'd hear a few of the older girls in school
taking to each other in the halls about kissing their boyfriends.  "I'm
going to kiss you.  Do you know what French kissing is?" I shook my head
no. He smiled and said, "It's kissing with your tongues."
   "Ewwwww..." I said.  I was half playing but when I hear the girls at
school talk about it I said the same thing.
   He laughed and said, "It sounds funny but it's really nice.  Your mother
and I use to sit on the couch and kiss when you went to bed for hours
before she died.  I really miss kissing.  Will you kiss your old man?"
   I nodded at him and smiled and said, "I'll do anything you want me to. I
want to make you feel as good as you make me feel Daddy!"
   He smiled and said, "I'll remember you said that Mandy." I liked it when
he called me Mandy.  It was less formal as Amanda and made me feel like a
big girl.  He leaned in to kiss me and he started slowly just pressing our
lips together at first and I liked it.  His face was rough like he needed a
shave but I liked it!  In fact I still do!
   He opened his mouth and slid his tongue out and it entered my mouth. 
"Ugh, hmmmmm." I moaned as he kissed me.  I didn't know what to do but I
just copied what he was doing.  He found my tongue in my mouth and rolled
his around mine and soon we were rolling our tongues around each other's
and breathing heavier, mostly because I was holding my breath.  It was kind
of gross at first since I tasted the booze he had been drinking that night.
But the butterflies returned and I got so excited by kissing him.
   He laid me down and was on top of me as he kissed me and soon he put a
hand on top of my panties and began rubbing my pussy and clit over the top
of them.  In another minute he moved down my body and his face was next to
my pussy.  He was rubbing my pussy through my panties and then he pulled
them down.  I lifted my butt up so he could get them off then he pulled
them over my thighs and off.  I smiled at him and I opened my legs wide and
smiled.  He smiled at me and rubbed my naked thighs that were spread wide
looking closely at the pussy that I was offering him.
   He lowered his head and his mouth covered my little pussy and he sucked
hard.  My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned.  "Ohhhhh..."
His tongue went wild and he ran it up my crack and split the lips of my
pussy and he rolled his tongue down to the hole and he pushed it inside me
as far as he could go until the barrier God put there stopped him.  He
spread my pussy open for him and inspected it.  He saw my cherry that was
there and it reminded him of the naughtiness of what we were doing.  He
changed focus and began twirling around my clit and I rolled my eyes again
and pulled his head into my pussy and held him there as he played with me.
   Another minute of him licking my pussy and that sent me over the edge
again and I came so hard I squeezed my Daddy's head between my young thighs
not letting him escape my grasp as I came harder than ever.  My body was
learning about the pleasures of sex and my mind was unable to understand
the differences between pleasure, lust and love.  Once I calmed down, Daddy
let me curl into a ball on the bed and he covered me up, stroked my hair
that was a sweaty mess on my brow and then he kissed me goodnight.  He
turned the light out and closed the door.  
  
Daddy Kisses Chapter 1