Alyssa’s Sweet Love

( Mg, ped, ws, enem, inc ) 

When I was 26 and Alyssa was 3, her mother took off for good.  She said she couldn’t stand the pressure of marriage and motherhood.  We were married right out of college, and I was too young to distinguish ‘normal and loving’ from ‘sexy and fucked up’.  So I was left a single father, which was okay by me because Alyssa was a pure doll.  I just keep hoping the root of her mother’s problems is environmental because I wouldn’t wish that fate on anybody, especially my sweet Alyssa.

After a time, I came to realize that even a three year old loves to have her pussy eaten.  I was playing with her on the bed after a bath one night and out of the blue I just licked her pussy simply because it was so cute… one big slurp.  She giggled and spread her legs for me, and so I licked it again.  She seemed to like it so much that I just kept on licking, and after a bit she got real quiet, stiffened her body up and had what was most likely her first orgasm.  

After a couple of minutes of hysterical giggling, she said, “Do it again, Daddy!”  And so I did; I ate her cute little pussy and jacked off at the same time.  It was a fantastic climax; better than I’d ever had with her mother, I have to say.  That day, Alyssa and I were inextricably linked to one another for life. 

I am a web page designer and programmer so I spend most of my time working at home where I can take care of Alyssa.  When I have to go out and can’t take Alyssa with me like when I go see a client, there is a convenient sitter in my neighborhood.  She’s in her late 60’s and likes to think of herself as ‘Alyssa’s Grandma’.  

*****

Alyssa is 6 now.  Her pussy has gotten big enough for me to finger.  She thought it was too weird when I first tried it, so I grabbed my K-Y and waited until she was in the throws of an orgasm and then inserted my finger.  She hardly seemed to notice it until I started wiggling the tip of it inside her, then she discovered the true pleasure of fingers.  Her near-done climax was renewed, and she came harder than ever. 

When it was over, she said, “Daddy, I like your finger in me.  It made my tickle really good this time.  She calls her climax a ‘tickle’.  I let her invent the words to use to describe our play.  I don’t really want her going around saying things that would peak too much curiosity from Grandma and others.

I should point out here that I almost never suggested sex.  Almost every time, she would be the aggressor because I knew as long as it was her idea, she would never get tired of it.  Our signal was simple, a grin and a wink.  She could come into a crowd of people, and wink at me with an ear-to-ear smile on her face, and I knew my services were required at bedtime.  My reply to her was a returned grin and wink.  So much for cryptography…

I tried ignoring her one time because I was sick, and she just kept coming closer and winking bigger until I finally acknowledged her back.  She brought home a mild case of the flu from school earlier that week, but when I caught it from her, it hit me like a hammer.  That was one miserable time for me that night, but Alyssa seemed to like it even more than usual.

As trite as this might sound, Alyssa and I are bound inextricably—spirit and soul.  It goes way beyond the bond between father and daughter—beyond even husband and wife.

*****

At age 8, Alyssa has come to understand, pretty much, everything that is going on.  She shares her experiences with me at breakfast, and talks about how she feels, and what she likes best, and what she is uncomfortable with.  Her grades are excellent, and she seems to be a balanced kid in every respect.  Her friends come over sometimes and she plays like every other kid.  I take her to ballet and jazz like every other parent.  She’s even-tempered, loving, and thoughtful.  

But at this age, she really hasn’t learned about giving.  Her world still in large part revolves around her wants and needs.  I’m waiting for that day when she volunteers, “Daddy, do you want a cookie?”

Clearly, she is very intelligent and sees the fallacy in keeping fathers and daughters apart.  She knows it’s a secret that we keep in the house, and especially keep from adults who go around telling little kids that secrets are bad.  I’ve explained that there are grownups out there who go around trying to find loving families like us and rip them apart.  So we don’t give them the ammunition to do it.

Her pussy has matured some and has started to produce a little more juice.  I started trying to put two fingers into her recently, and finally popped her cherry in the process.  She was a little upset until I told her it would never happen again, and that I would give her a special treat for being such a good sport about it.  I went to the refrigerator and got the whipped cream in-a-can.  Over and over, I filled her pussy up with it and licked it off as it oozed out.  She liked it best when I held my fingers tight around the nozzle so it would inflate her insides a lot.  Her butt would move in little orbits as she moaned.  Until now, she had always kept very quiet during sex.  I held my chin over her hole to keep up the pressure in her, and ate her pussy with a new vigor.  She came harder than ever before.

Afterward, she said, “Daddy, I know you said you wouldn’t hurt me again but does that mean we can’t use the whipped cream any more?”

“Are you kidding?  The whipped cream is here any time you want it.  It’s a little messy, but it’s a lot of fun, so just ask.”

*****

I guess I have a relatively small dick, as dicks go.  It’s not much bigger around than my thumb and 5 inches or so.  I bring this up because lately, I’ve been thinking about making real love to Alyssa.  

She’ll be 10 in a week, and she is developing little teeny titties.  They’re a ton of fun to nibble.  She is beautiful and sexy and she loves to pose for me.  She is more intelligent than I could have ever hoped for, and she’s taken an interest in computers and programming.  Six months ago, I had to buy her a computer of her own so she could practice programming without keeping me from my work.

She told me on her birthday, she wanted me to try putting my dick into her (not in those words).  I’ve been keeping tabs on the size of her pussy, and I think it’s possible.  I reminded her that I promised two years ago to never hurt her again.  I told her I wanted her to be in total control of the situation, so she has to sit on me.  “You mean like the way we do it when I sit on your face?  I think this is going to be the best birthday ever, Daddy.”

If you could see her picture, you would be able to tell exactly why I love eating her little pussy.  Her tummy, her legs, her butt, her feet… you name it, I love to lick it, and she, of course, loves it too or I wouldn’t be doing it.  I totally respect her wishes.  That’s why we are going to make it together and never let the home wreckers catch us.   

I can hardly wait until her birthday, but I have to because a relationship like ours has to have unbreakable rules or it can’t survive.  In a few days, I am going to watch my 10-year-old daughter fuck me for the first time and cum all over me.  I’m almost ill with anticipation.  

For her birthday, I’ve bought her a computer desk and chair so she can have her own space when she needs it.  We can’t be together all the time and she can spread out to do her homework now without having to overtake the breakfast table.  

Fast forward a little; Alyssa’s birthday is tomorrow.  They delivered her desk kit while she was at school today, and I’ve hidden it under my bed.  We’ll have to build it on Sunday morning.  

She has a bed of her own but she generally stays in my bed after sex and falls to sleep there.  I take advantage of the situation and snuggle up to her most every night.  I sleep better with her in my arms.  Each time we snuggle naked, it’s as if I am back in my mother’s womb or something.  I feel so utterly loved, and I know she feels the same way.  

It’s Saturday, and we had a great birthday party today.  Some of Alyssa’s school friends came over and we played games and ate cake and opened presents.  

One of the mothers there was a single mom and she actually hit on me, saying I was such a good father and Alyssa was such an outstanding little girl, and that ‘we should team up’.  She was pretty sexy, but I told her I already had a steady girlfriend.  She seemed pretty disappointed.  I think she had been plotting her approach of me for some time and just got a big let down.

I enjoyed the party and especially seeing Alyssa have so much fun with her friends, but I was busting for the sun to set.  I couldn’t stop obsessing about Alyssa and trying to make love for the first time tonight.  I was sure hoping nothing would go wrong.

When the last house guest left and the door was locked, Alyssa turned and ran at me, jumping on me and wrapping her legs around my waist.  “Daddy, I thought they would never leave.  I’m so horny thinking about fu… screwing you tonight, I may just cum right here… on your tummy… gonna be a big mess…”

“Me too, Honey.  And I think you’re old enough to use the word ‘fuck’ so long as you use it sparingly.  It seems to fit best at the height of passion, if you know what I mean.”

“Didn’t I just tell you I was so excited, I was about to cum?  Isn’t that the height of passion?”  Every time Alyssa opened her mouth, there was a deeper meaning to what she said than just the words.  She possesses the most analytical intellect of anyone I know, adult or otherwise.

I held to her tightly and headed for the bedroom.  Sitting her gently down on the edge of the bed, I grabbed the top button of her blouse.  

She leaned in and kissed me.  “Daddy, I’ve been thinking about this, and preparing for this for a long time.  I’ve done research on the web about it, and I want to take care of you tonight.  I want to do everything myself, please!”  

“Alyssa, it’s your birthday, and I would be honored if you took control and made love to me exactly the way you want it.”

She reached up and carefully unbuttoned my shirt as if she was afraid she might wrinkle it.  She was not acting like a kid tonight.  She was doing everything slowly and deliberately as if she was thinking through every step before making a move.

She unzipped my pants- letting them fall to the floor.  She grabbed my underwear at the leg bands and slowly dragged them off me, releasing my dick which hung on the waistband as it was already hard as stone.  She bent down, took my dick in one hand, and kissed the head; then she leaned her head back, looking me straight in the eyes and said, “Daddy, this thing is going to become mine tonight.  It will be mine forever more.  If you don’t want this, speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

The cleverness of her speech stunned me, but I kind of wanted to laugh at her wording.  Anyway I quickly replied, “I do want this,” with as straight a face as I could muster.  

“I now pronounce us daddy and wife,” she said with deadly seriousness, followed shortly by the addendum, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”  

Following my queue, I said, “Daddy and wife forever,” and we hooked pinkies, symbolizing Eternal devotion, I suppose.

I stepped out of my clothes; she led me onto the bed and laid me back on it, carefully nudging me to the center.  She removed my socks, which now left me stark naked.  Getting on the bed and standing over me, she continued to remove her top and then tossed it to the side.  I can’t forget the look in her mocha eyes.  The look of composure, and I guess you might call it professionalism.  

Her hair was so silky and beautiful.  That’s the thing about little girls; their hair is rich and full and silky-fine; their skin is perfect and blemish free; no warts or moles or scars; no cellulite or fat; and their minds are clear and clean and innocent.

Under her blouse was a sort of white band, I don’t know what you call it, maybe a tank top, which she removed exposing her tiny titties.  They were little more than a bump with a tiny pink nipple, but I loved them dearly.  Personally, I hoped they would never grow; just stay tiny and easy to nibble on.  My older brother once imparted his one morsel of wisdom on me, ‘more than a mouthful is a waste.’

Alyssa released her hair which was now about 6 inches below her shoulders.  Shaking her head around and mussing her hair with her fingers like a temptress, she started to unfasten her skirt.  My heart began picking up the pace.  I had undressed her a thousand times, and I had watched her undress herself a thousand times, but I’d never seen her filled with such wanton desire. 

You can tell I don’t know much about women’s clothing, and seven years of tending to Alyssa’s every need had not changed that.  Her skirt was a wrap-around which, when unfastened, opened up like a towel.  She unhooked it and tossed it aside.  I wouldn’t be surprised if she had planned this tiny detail so she wouldn’t have to step out of a regular skirt.

Beneath the skirt was a skimpy pink thong.  I have no idea where she got her hands on it, unless it was something left over from her mother’s stuff.  I never got rid of her mother’s remnants.  They weren’t in the way, and I figured it was all Alyssa had left of her mother.  I didn’t expect she would ever return.  I didn’t hold a grudge against her either.  On the contrary, if it hadn’t been for her and her mental instability, and her abandoning us, then I would not have spent the last 7 years in a deep loving relationship and total sexual bliss with Alyssa.  Then too, Alyssa would have grown up in a home with constant anger and fighting, and I would never have allowed that to continue.

I watched as Alyssa teased me with her panty elastic; using both hands to inch one side down and then the other side, over and over until just the top half inch of her pussy slit was showing.  “Do you want this, Daddy?  Then tell me you want it.”

“Alyssa, right now I want to take hold of your sweet ass, and lower it onto my face, and eat your little pussy until you drown me in your juice,” stretching out my arms to beckon her forward.  

She dropped down with her knees on either side of me and started kissing me with such pent-up lust as I had never seen before.  I kept thinking this girl must be on some kind of drugs; she has always been the conservative follower type in the matter of sex, letting me be the leader, and her simply enjoying whatever I dished out.  As she kissed me, she put her full weight on top of me with her knees together.  She steadied herself with one hand and struggled to remove her thong with the other.  I guess she hadn’t exactly planned out the thong removal step.  Eventually she worked them off her legs with a little kicking and squirming.  

We were now lying naked face to face, with her pussy straight above my belly button.  Maybe the two holes wanted to have a little chat or something… just hole-to-hole talk; ‘Hi Hairy!’  ‘Hi Baldy, waz up?’  ‘Doing well—how’s old Butt Hole been?’ I digress…

She broke the kiss and slipped her legs on the outside of my hips.  When she rose up, the crack of her pussy slid straight down my rock hard dick.  I don’t know if it was intentional on her part, but for my part I moaned out loud and a cold chill overtook me.  “Oh gahd, Alyssa!”  

In all these years of playing around, I had never put my dick on her pussy.  I knew if I ever did, it would invoke a creature in me that I might not be able to control.  

She inched her way forward, walking on her knees.  Working her way past my arms, and placing a knee on either side of my head, she gently settled her butt down on my face.  By leaning forward onto the headboard, she could fine-tune her position on my face.  

I held her petit butt in my hands and ate her sweet little pussy, slowly and gently, concentrating on her hole at first.  I lavished her lips and the insides of her legs with kisses and tongued her hole as deeply as I could manage.  Then I began to circle her prepubescent clit with my tongue.  She squirmed around, making little moaning gestures. 

“Daddy, I’m sorry but I have to pee.  I forgot to pee during the party, and after the party I didn’t want to spoil my plans to pounce on you.”

“No problem, Honey.  I have an idea; I want you to pee in my mouth, okay?”

“Daddy, are you sure?  Won’t it make you sick or something?”

“I’m absolutely sure I want you to!  I’ve thought about it so many times before but the timing was never right until now.  Please just give it a try.  Take your time.  I know it’s hard to start peeing when someone has their mouth on you…  Oh, and ‘no’ it won’t make me sick.  Some weird people even claim it’s healthy to drink pee.”  I emphasized the word ‘weird people’ to make her laugh.

“Oh… kay, here goes.  Remember, you asked for it.”  She started concentrating to pee.  First I felt a squirt, then another squirt, then a tiny trickle.  I began to swallow her gold, trying hard to keep my mouth open as I did so.  I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of this warm nectar flowing from my little girl’s pussy into my mouth and down my throat.  Her stream increased as she went, and I almost couldn’t keep up with it at its apex but finally the finishing squirts came and I was able to contain every drop.  I swallowed the last drops and licked her pussy clean, then said, “Now see, wasn’t that fun?”

She hopped off my face and plopped onto me, kissing me wildly.  “I love you so much, Daddy.  I hope you like having my pee inside you.  I hadn’t planned on giving it to you like that.  Do you have to pee now?”

“No Honey.  It will take awhile for your pee to get through me… Alyssa, I realize this is your day to do with me as you will, but I beg of you to come back up here and sit down on my face.  I really, really need to feel you cum on me.”

Alyssa quickly obliged, and we took up where we left off earlier; me encircling her clit with the tip of my tongue, and her gyrating her ass in small orbits.  As she began to build up to her climax, she started jerking her butt forward.  I decided to see if I could make this an ultimate orgasm by slowing down and concentrating my focus elsewhere—I’d give her time to calm down a little, and then restart my assault on her clit again.

I was beginning to feel a little queasy—the pee really created dome stomach distress.  But it was my sworn duty to carry on.  I moved my mouth down to her hole, leaving my nose to occasionally tease her clit.  I tongued her hole as deeply as I could, then I pulled down on her hips and blew air into her pussy hard, inflating her to the max.

“Jesus, Daddy.  Eat me some more, please!” she begged with distress in her tiny voice.  Her pussy let out a big fart which set her to giggling uncontrollably.

I moved back up and continued with her clit.  As she again approached her orgasm, I backed off and again blew air into her.  “Daddy, you’re driving me crazy!  Please make me cum. NOW, please!”

I moved back to her clit and this time she started to cum as soon as my tongue touched her.  She jerked and convulsed, squeezing my head between her thighs, crying out in this low-pitched guttural sound that I had never heard from her before.  “Oh fuck I’m cuming so hard.  Make me die!”

Her announcement stunned me.  I almost felt I was torturing the girl.  I slowed my licking way down.  After a bit, her orgasm subsided and she sat back on my chest—pussy juice oozing onto me in a small puddle, panting like a runner, all soaked in sweat. 

“Daddy, if I live to be a hundred, I’ll never have another climax that good again.  Thank you so much for doing this for me on my 10th birthday.  I swear I’ll never forget this moment.”

“Me either, Honey,” I said as I pretended to check my nose to see if it was broken.

“Uh Oh.  Did the mean little girl break poor Daddy’s nose?  She’s so sorry,” she feigned a voice of concern.

“Sarcasm is the recourse of a weak mind,” I retorted snottily, remembering Dr. Smith from “Lost in Space” (which reminds me of another tidbit, Lacey Chabert…).

Alyssa grabbed my nose and jiggled it.  If it had been damaged, that test would have certainly demonstrated the problem.

She lay down on my chest and began the slow decent of her ass toward my dick.  My heart started to pound so hard I thought surely I’d choke on it as it came up my throat.  She reached the point where her pussy was up against the head of my dick.  Placing her hand on my dick, she pulled it into alignment with her hole, pressing her ass down slightly, letting only the head in.  Then with the finesse of a cat, she slowly began to rise off my belly halfway to a sitting position, careful not to let my dick fall out or go in any further.   

With her soft sweet voice, she said, “This is for you Daddy.  This is all I have left to give you.  I want you inside me, and in exchange I promise you now, I’ll never leave you.”

Tears started down my cheeks.  She had melted my heart completely.  She smiled and gently wiped my tears away with one hand.  “It’s okay, Daddy.  I want this more than anything.”

Then she started to move back and forth half an inch at a time, working me into her pussy.  Each tiny stroke, she went a little further down.  She moved very slowly making the moment last as long as possible.  And I tell you, I cherished every second.  At this point, I had not been inside anyone in nearly 7 years.  I had been 100% faithful to Alyssa.

As things progressed, I began to realize that she was not as tight as I had imagined she might be.  After about two minutes of these short slow strokes, she was sitting down on me with my entire dick buried inside her; one hand on her belly, slowly rubbing in a circle as if I would be able to feel her caressing my dick through her tummy wall.  And as she slid onto me for the first time I could hear, in the background, this almost imperceptible moan emanating from her, “mmmm… ohhhh…”  

Then she stopped, dead.  “What do you think, Daddy?  Is it okay for you?”

“Oh my gahd, Baby.  It’s incredible.  PLEASE just fuck me now!  I’m dying to cum inside you.  I’ve waited for this moment for so long!”  I wanted so badly to grab her by the hips and fuck the living daylights out of her, but I had promised her she could do this her way.  

She began pumping up and down on the entire length of my dick, letting it fall out only once before she discovered the trick; ‘don’t pull out all the way’.  She was masterful at this new thing in her life.  

“Is this right, Daddy?  Am I doing it like I should?”

“Oh yes, Baby.  You’re already an expert!  Does it feel good like you expected, Honey?”

“Ohhhh yeah.  I can tell you now- I’m going to cum so hard… just a little longer.  But I don’t know how to make you cum, Daddy.  What do I do?”

“Honey, when you start to cum, I’ll hear you and it will make me cum too.  Don’t worry.  Evolution has taken care of all the details.”

Alyssa started to whine, and a grimace appeared on her face.  I thought she was in pain.  Maybe her vagina had ripped after all.  

“Oh gahhhhd!  I’m cuming and it’s making my brain explode!”  She began slamming her ass down against my pelvis, and picking up speed.  “Fuck me Daddy.  Pound my ass with me!  Cum in me! Daddy!”

I began to meet her thrusts with mine.  She was getting almost violent with her ass pounding me hard. “Oh gahd, Baby.  I’m cuming.  Daddy loves you so much, Baby.”  Hot jets of cum were shooting into my 10-year-old’s belly.  This climax went way beyond the best one I had ever experienced in my life.  

“Ohhhh gahhhhd, I can feel your cum, Daddy!  Aaaaayh.  Oh gahd!  Oh gahd… Ohhhh gahhhhd,” and she collapsed on me with my dick still firmly implanted in her; cum oozing out slowly.  I could feel her heart pounding as if it would rip through her chest wall like an alien baby.

I wanted to turn her around and lick her pussy off clean, but at this point, I was too exhausted; maybe later.  That pounding had gone on for 5 minutes, and the resulting climax had taken everything out of me.

“Alyssa, are you okay, Honey?  Are you hurt?” Her head was turned to the side, lying on my chest, mouth smashed on me like the victim of a bicycle crash.  Drool was running from her mouth onto my chest as she spoke.  

Her words came out disjointed and labored.  “I’m good… Not hurt… In heaven… right now… will return… to Earth soon……  Daddy… I love… when you eat me… but I gotta tell you… fucking… is definitely… the wave of the… future…”

I laughed so hard at her repartee I thought I would spill her off of me and onto the floor.

We rested for a good while, and then cleaned up.  Alyssa put on a skimpy red outfit.  I knew her belly was still full of my cum, and the thought was driving me wild.  I didn’t encourage her to push all the cum out this first time.  At this point, I still held out hopes of sucking the rest of it out of her later (which, in retrospect, I never got around to).  

She was sporting a sexy look because she was feeling like she was a real woman now.  She doesn’t know it, but she’s been a real woman to me for a long time.  And woman or not, she’ll always be my little girl.

The next morning, I got to thinking about how easy it was to fuck her.  So when she came in for breakfast I asked, “You know, considering the ease with which we made love last night, do you think we could have been doing it already for a long time?”

“Daddy… you have no idea how my pussy got where it is today.”

“Honey, I’m pretty sure your mother put it there.”

“Ha, ha, Daddy.  You want to hear my story?  About a month ago, I was digging through mom’s stuff looking for something sexy to wear for you.  That’s where the thongs came from.  While I was in there, I found one of those small cans of deodorant spray that was almost ‘your size’, and it had smooth, rounded corners.  So that night, I slept in my own bed.  Remember?  And I tried to insert it into me.  It was so tight, so I used Vaseline and pushed and pushed until it finally went in.  I tried to sleep with it in me but it kept me so horny, I couldn’t sleep.  Every day it got easier to insert, so I knew it was working.  Each week, I wrapped more tape around it to make it a little bigger.  Sometimes I measured your size with my hand and compared it with the can to see if it was going to work out.”

“Jesus, Sweetie.   I had no idea.  The things you do for me are unbelievable!”

“Daddy, you know, since I can remember, almost every night, you have made me feel so totally awesome.  I remember one time; I think I was 6; you were sick and had a fever, and I came in and winked at you.  You took me into bed and ate me better than ever.  I remember I loved the heat of your face on my pussy.  I didn’t really understand then, but I know now how much you were suffering that night, and you still took care of me.  That is what I call true love.  So I think I can suffer a little for you too sometimes.”

“Baby, I hope you don’t think I suffer when I eat your pussy.  I love eating you as much as I love anything on Earth.  But I do thank you from the bottom of my heart for your suffering with the can and all, just so we could be together even closer.”

“It was weird but kinda fun too, you know?  Anything that makes you horny can’t be all bad, right Daddy?”

“Alyssa, I just have one last question; can I lick the can?”

*****

Alyssa turned 12 last month, and I’m cruising along at a smooth 35.  I have a company of programmers now, and spend a good bit of the day away from the house.  I have a rule though for both me and my employees that the day ends a 5 PM come hell or high water.  I want to be home for Alyssa when she gets there.  I’m not trying to be possessive, but I do want to be there anytime she needs me.

Alyssa’s titties are beginning grow and her body has filled out a little more.  But whatever shape she is, I’ll love it forever.  

Every time she gives so freely of herself to me, I fall more deeply in love with her.  Someday though, I fear she will realize I’m not as interesting as she used to think, and leave me for someone her own age.  Maybe I’ll get up the guts to ask her how she feels about that sometime.  Maybe she’ll reassure me, or at least warn me when it’s coming.

One day out of curiosity, I asked her why I hadn’t seen any pubic hair developing.  

She said, “They grow in one-by-one, and that’s how I pluck them out; one-by-one.  I have to stay young and tasty for my Daddy.  I don’t want any octopi going up his nose and tickling him.”

“Does that mean when I get old you want me to dye my hair when it begins to turn gray, so I can stay young looking for you?”

“Actually, Daddy, I think you’ll look distinguished when that time comes.  If I were you, I wouldn’t change a thing.  Remember, it’s not how radiant you look, but how you radiate your love that’s important.”  

I’ve decided now was the time to probe her about her future.  I hung my head to ask, because just the thought of the subject depressed me to no end.  “While we’re on the subject, Alyssa, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how you’re getting older and more mature.  I think someday soon you’ll want to start seeing boys your own age, huh?”

“Dad, you’ve always accused me of being very smart, and of being more mature than other people, even other adults.  Well, do you remember my 10th birthday when we took an oath to marry?”  

“Of course I remember; like it was yesterday.” 

“Did you think I was joking, or foolish or something?  I gave it a lot of thought back then.  I weighed a future with you against a future with some random guy, and I realized that with you I was loved, and warm, and safe, and very, very happy.  So I told you then it was forever, and I meant it.  I hope you’re not getting tired of me and looking to brush me off onto some little kid that doesn’t know his dick from a hot dog.”

“Oh Alyssa, I hope when you’re 70 and I’m 93 I die in your arms making love to you.  Don’t ever let the thought of me wanting to leave enter your head again.  Remember, I’m the one terrified of being left alone.”

“Daddy, I know we can’t get married and have a real marriage license like other people, but in my heart, we are married and have been for two years, and I will never forget about that.”

“Alyssa, you may not think I took you seriously at the time, but if you go back and check photos for the last 3 years, you might notice something that changed after your 10th birthday.  Since then, I’ve worn my old wedding ring.”  I held my left hand up for to her to see the ring.  “It wasn’t because I was feeling sentimental about your mom.  I put it on because I wanted to take you seriously that night.  But you were 10 years old; I just didn’t think you would stick to your oath forever.”

“Daddy, we really will love each other forever, huh?”

“It does seem like we’re stuck together until death do us part.  Having my own daughter for my wife may not be the smartest thing genetically speaking, but it’s definitely the best fate I can imagine for myself.”

*****

Alyssa is 13 and more beautiful than ever.  It’s hard to imagine but we just keep enjoying each other’s company, day after day, year after year.  We pretty much enjoy the same things and we meet in the middle when we don’t.  It’s definitely not like any marriage I’ve ever known, but I do earnestly consider myself married to her, and I have little-to-no interest in other women.  Given my college days, I would never have guessed that only one girl would be able to turn my head.  

“I’m tired but I still have work to do before I crash.”

Then she did it to me, “Daddy, today a really cute boy at school asked me out.  You know what I told him?”  

My ears perked up.  “You told him you were already married?”

“Nope.  I told him I was a lesbian.”

“Oh crap.  You didn’t?”

“Nah, I just told him I already had a boyfriend.  He went off all disappointed.”

“This boyfriend of yours… Is he really cute too?”

“He’s handsome, and mature, and when he shoots his cum inside me, it feels all warm and good; better than when my gym teacher fucks me over his desk.”

“Alyssa, stop that!  I told you I have to finish some work before I get sidetracked.”

“What makes you so sure I’m talking about you?  Is your tongue so long that you can touch my cervix with it like his?”  She lifts her skimpy blue top and starts to pinch her titty nipples.  “Are you so tough that you can eat all the whipped cream my pussy can hold?  Are you…”

“Okay, okay, okay… Let’s go.  I get your point.  I’ll get up early tomorrow and finish my work… And grab the whipped cream out of the frige when you come.” 

Alyssa has done this to me a hundred times… saying crap to get me so horny I can’t refuse her advances.  I mean it’s not like I didn’t see it coming.  After she got home from school, she changed into that blue outfit.  It had seduction written all over it.  

If this was all just about sex, I would be afraid the gym teacher really was fucking her.  But our relationship is built on the invisible umbilicus between father and daughter.  And for some reason, the cord between us cannot be severed.  

It’s not so much that I simply love her, or lust for her… I am her and she is me.  The same blood that flows in her veins flows in me moments later.

I walk around behind her and wrap my arm around her soft belly.  “Daddy!  I have to go get the whipped cream!”  I drop down on my knees and stuff my head between her legs from behind so that she is sitting on my neck.  She’s only 98# so it’s not much of a strain to stand up with her.  I can feel her hot, damp pussy through the blue panties on my neck.  I start looking around the room.

“Daddy, what are you doing?  The refrigerator is that way.”

“I’m looking for a ceiling fan.  There’s a big wart on my neck I have to chop off first.” I muse.

“Daddy! Noooo!  Don’t chop me off.  I’m your favorite wart, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.  I forgot.  Quick thinking…”  I headed for the kitchen.  Alyssa was giggling like she was 6 again.  I love her voice, all tiny and child-like.  Okay, what the hell, she is a child.”

I opened the frige and bent down some with her still on my neck.  As she rebalanced her ass across my shoulders, the little shit reached into her panties and wiped up a big glob of pussy juice.  Then when she grabbed the whipped cream and straightened up, she reached around and smeared it all over my face.  

“Oh, my gaud!  I’ve been poisoned!  Pussy germs everywhere!  Call 9-1-1.  What’s the number?”

I stumbled into the bedroom and dumped her face down on our bed.  Before she could move, I jumped up on the bed and straddled her, facing her ass.  She started to kick and wiggle and pretended to struggle.  “Help, Help!  A monster has me and he is going to inject me with venom from his proboscis.”

“Biology class?”

“Yep.”

 “Okay.”  

I pulled down her pretty blue panties, and did something we had never done before.  I stuck the whipped cream spout into her asshole and started filling her guts up.

“Oh shit.  I’m being molested by a retarded monster.  He missed my pussy and stuck it in my……  Ooooo that feels so good, Daddy.  Why haven’t we done this before?”

“You can’t schedule innovation.  Just go with the flow.”

“And the flow feels soooo good too.”

I got off her and rolled her over.  Then I picked her up and placed her on the bed properly.  Crawling up between her legs, I spread her pussy open and began to fill her pussy with the cream.  She began to squirm and then reached down to play with her clit.  Once she could hold no more, I placed my mouth over her hole and plunged my tongue into the dish I had prepared.  

Without releasing her pussy from my mouth, I grabbed her waist from below her hips and started lifting her ass up into the air.  I finally got her ribs between my knees, with me in a squatting position, her ass resting sort-of on my chest upside down and her legs sticking straight up and spread apart.  She frigged herself steadily as I began to suck the whipped cream from her florid hole.  When I ran out of cream, I blew air into her and sucked that out a few times.  

Then I struck on an idea; I wanted to suck it out of her asshole too.  This was a risky venture, but when you’re horny, you’ll do stuff you’d never do otherwise.  I rolled her a little further forward, and buried my tongue into her asshole.  She moaned out, as she neared her orgasm.  Then I said just one word, “Push!”

She knew what I wanted, and she pushed.  Nice clean whipped cream began to emerge from her interior.  I licked it up, making sure to involve her asshole in the licking process.  In between pushes, she worked on her climax, and it was building fast.  She pushed one more pile of cream from her guts and began to cum hard as I lapped it up and again reentered her ass with my tongue.  As she came, she pushed her fist into her belly.  She moaned long and loud from this virgin experience with forcing things into her butt.  I knew this was a new pleasure for her, and it was going to open up a whole new vista for us in the future.

My wife and I had flirted with enemas long ago and I remembered it was fantastic, but I had never involved Alyssa before now.  I figured the gross-out factor might be too much for her. 

Just looking at that luscious, sweet ass and belly of hers—how could anybody not dream of injecting it full of tasty foreign substances and sucking them out?  I was overwhelmed with lists of stuff I could pump into her; water, lemon aid, coke, wine, cum, puréed watermelon; the list was endless, and I strongly suspected Alyssa’s lust for experimentation was endless as well.  

I had long since come to know that if the thought enticed me; it would appeal to her as well and vice versa.  Almost always, I completely appreciated her taste in food, cars, music; you name it.  Simply put, we were two peas in the same sticky pod.

I decided to try something else new, while she was still in this frame of mind.  I picked her up from the bed and headed to the master bath.  I took down my long shower hose and screwed off the shower head.  Then I lifted up the grating over the shower drain and sat down with the drain hole between my legs.  My hard-on was still alive and well, so I invited her to sit.

“Alyssa, why don’t you sit down on my lap and make yourself comfortable?” implying, of course, that she sit on my dick facing me.  I beckoned to her with extended arms.

“Oh jeez, Daddy.  I’m still so horny after you filled me up with the whipped cream.  I can still feel it oozing around inside me.”  She squatted down, slowly working my dick into her.  After she was completely down, she began to rock back and forth by rotating her hips.  I reached above my head and started a slow trickle of cold water from the hose.  

This hose was actually two hoses screwed together so that it would reach the bottom of the shower with room to spare.  Many years ago, I found it much easier to wash a 3 year old if the shower hose would actually reach the 3 year old with her running circles inside the shower giggling!  I reached the hose under my left leg and up under Alyssa’s sweet butt and gently pressed the end to her asshole.  

“Oh man.  That’s nice,” she said with a special wiggle.  “What are you doing to me now, you evil man?”

“Evil stuff, my pretty,” I said with my witch voice.  “I want to wash you out clean now—then later today we can have some real fun.”  I stuffed a couple of inches of hose into her asshole past her sphincter.

“It sounds evil.”  She placed her arms around my neck and kissed me sweetly as she felt the fluid engulfing her intestines.  “It’s gonna start spraying out pretty soon.”

“Squeeze you butt and keep it in.  The pressure will subside if you do.”

“What’s… ugh… ‘subside’ mean?  That I’m not going… ugh… to explode?”

“Exactly.”

“Daddy! I’m telling you, I’m gonna… Ooooo ohhhh… okay, you’re right.  Never mind.  Explosion avoided.  Oh gahd, that feels creepy good.  I’m starting to fill up.”  

“You will probably feel like exploding again one more time, then after that passes, you will begin to fill until your belly bulges out.”

“Then I’ll actually explode?  Oh great.  Headline News: ‘Today, the father of a thirteen-year-old girl was killed when she exploded.  Police say the two were fucking in the shower when the tragedy struck.  More at 5 o’clock.’  Great news story Dad… Look at my belly.  It’s swelling up now.”

“Okay, you can pull out the hose.”  Alyssa didn’t need to be told twice.  “Your ass is directly over the drain; you can let it rip anytime you feel like it.  We’ll clean up the mess afterwards.”  I reached over my head and turned the water way up so I could wash things down as necessary.

Alyssa began to poop and poop and poop.  What didn’t hit the drain, I rinsed down.  We never separated; my dick stayed hard and she just kept pumping it, which also aided in the pooping process.  Just as I started to cum, I stuck the hose up to her ass again and started filling her a second time at high speed.

“Oh my gahd, Daddy!  Oh gahd...  Oh Daddy, make me burst.  Fill me!  Fuck me!  Cum in me, Daddy!”

I finished cuming.  She finished cuming.  She blew the hose out of her ass.  It was pulsing out jets of mostly clean water in rhythm with her pussy sphincter.  She lay over onto my chest and put her arms around me.  After a time, when she had pushed out most of water, she got up off of me to shower.

“I love being with you, Daddy.  You always come up with new ways to have fun.  Uh oh.  I really gotta poop again big-time.”  With that, she dropped to floor of the shower, trying to hit the drain as best she could.  She jetted out more water for awhile, and then rose back up to finish cleaning up.  

We got dressed, and hung around the house for a few hours, watching a movie to keep our minds off her asshole.  I knew if we started thinking about it too much, we’d start up some kind of sex again and spoil the plans.  
After killing the entire afternoon, we drove over to the grocery store to buy some goodies to inject.  I knew from experience, her intestines would be clean for several more hours so I wanted us to enjoy it while she was clean.  We bought grape juice and bananas for her lower orifice; the rest of the groceries were for our upper orifices.  
We also went by the hardware store and bought a plastic funnel, some stuff to make an injection system, and some ½” plastic tubing.  At home I rigged up something that looked like a giant syringe.  I had Alyssa purée a couple of bananas with a little water to make a nice creamy texture.  

I heated the ends of the plastic tubing until it got soft and formed a smooth end.  I didn’t want to risk scratching her innards with sharp plastic edges. 

We headed for the shower again.  She lay down on her back; then I grabbed her ankles and drug her ass up the wall so that her weight was resting on her shoulders and her ass hole was sticking straight up.  She dropped her knees down to her chest which gave me perfect access to her asshole.

“We probably should try the banana first.  What do you think?”

“Daddy, I trust you totally when it comes to putting food up my ass,” she said with a witty tone. 

“I’m just thinking we should start with the thick and work toward the thin stuff.”  I smeared Vaseline in her asshole, followed by lots of giggling.  Then I took the plastic tube and slowly started pushing it into her butt.  As soon as the end of the tube broke through into her rectum, air flooded in to fill her.

“Ooooo that’s nice.  I like the feeling when it rushes in.” 

“Me too!” 

“You’ve done this before, Daddy?”

“Yep, a long time ago, but I still remember it’s fantastic.  It is full of new erotic feelings.  I think about 18” should do the trick.  Let me know if you hurt.  There will be some pressure and other weird feelings.”  

As the tube worked its way in, she made twisted facial expressions.  I could feel the tube as it bottomed out in her rectum and began entering her large intestines.  After that, I pushed it in about another foot.

“Daddy, I can feel it moving across my stomach.  It’s so weird!  I love it!”

“Okay, now for the banana goop.”  I took the homemade injector and filled it with the thick cream.  I connected it to the tube, and began to push it into my baby’s belly.

“Oh gahd Daddy!  I love the feeling!  I’ve never felt anything like this in my life!  Push more in!”  She reached for her clit and began to frig herself.  After pushing all the banana cream into her, I unplugged the tube and blew into it to flush out what I could from the tube.  I felt the air burst into her and stopped blowing.  I helped her down from the wall and onto her feet with the tube still in her.  

“Please eat me for awhile, okay?”

I squatted down on the shower floor and threw my head back, while she stood over me, placing her pussy on my mouth.  I began to lick her all around her pussy.  She was absolutely dripping with juice.  I licked up every drop I could reach.  It was delectable!  

Then I decided I was ready for my treat.  I had been holding the tube to avoid it slipping out.  I pulled it out about 6 inches; then I told her to squeeze her stomach without letting anything out her asshole.  The banana cream began to flow back out of her and down the tube.  I placed the tube in my mouth to receive the nectar from my little girl’s insides; it almost made me cum without even touching my dick.  

“Daddy, let me try some.”  The tube was barely long enough to reach her mouth.  She sucked on the end.  I could see the stuff moving along inside the clear plastic.

“Awesome!  It doesn’t taste like poop at all.”

“Babe, I love you but if it starts tasting like poop, I’m gonna stop.”  I continued to blow in air and suck banana cream out as I guided the tube back and forth in her, until I had pretty much gotten all of it out that was going to come out that way.

Then Alyssa’s kinky side began to kick in. “Daddy, I want to see how far you can push the tube in.”

“Okay… let me know if it gets too uncomfortable.”  I began pushing it into her very slowly, keeping a steady pressure on the tube.  I knew an even pressure would make it creep along her intestines slowly, and anything else would likely make it intolerable.  She backed her butt up to the wall with her legs spread, and moaned as she steadily stroked her clit.  The discomfort in her guts only served to enhance her pleasure.  The tube started out 4 feet long; now there was only 15 inches hanging out her ass.  I knew we were approaching the tough part, where there’s a hard-to-get-around turn, then about 6 more inches of pure pleasure, followed by a dead stop.  

She tolerated the discomfort in her gut in the name of science, curiosity, pleasure, and her implicit trust in me.  Finally, I felt the tube move a little; the grimace on her face faded. She said, “Okay, go ahead.”  I was able to press on another 5 inches before she said, “Stop!  Hurts…”  Now 40 inches were in her and I used the tube to inject a little water for lubrication.  I started fucking her with the tube—in and out about 6 inches each stroke.  It’s easy to do once the gut has been initially traversed.  She was panting now; moaning and pressing her belly, “Oh shit!  Fuck me Daddy.  Faster!  Now eat me, hurry!”  I dove my face into her crotch as quickly as possible.  She grabbed the back of my head and pressed my face into her.  I licked and slurped for all I was worth, simultaneously maintaining the assault on her insides with the tube.  

She reached behind and grabbed the tube from my hand—continuing to fuck herself with it, only she kept pushing it deeper and deeper.  Then she pulled her hand away from her ass and pressed her belly with both hands.  I reached behind her to feel where the tube was.  It was gone—no tube!  

Low growling sounds burst from her throat has her climax peaked.  There are no phonetics in the English language to describe the sounds she made next, but it would not be unlike something from ‘The Exorcist’.

She immediately dropped her ass to the floor, sliding down the wall as she went.  She placed her arms around my neck and said, “Who needs drugs when we have enemas?  I haven’t had a climax like this since the first time we made love 3 years ago.  Thank you Daddy…”  

“Baby?  Where’s Mr. Tube?”

“Oh I stuffed it all the way into my ass.  Is it going to come out?”

“Oh yeah, it will.  Stand up, turn around, and assume the position.”  She did as I asked.  I put some more Vaseline on her asshole and stuck a single finger in her.  I hooked the tube with the end of my finger and pulled the end up to her hole.  

“Push,” I said, whereby the end of the tube and more banana goo shot out of her butt and onto my chest. 

“Thanks!” I said.  I mean I DID tell her to ‘push’ so I couldn’t complain much.

“Thank you Daddy,” she said, grabbing the tube and dragging it out of her ass.

“Wow, the way you were moaning earlier, I was halfway expecting the devil to reach his hand out of your ass and pull me inside.”

“No joke Daddy.  You keep showing me stuff that feels better than the last thing, and none of it involves cocaine!  You’re so awesome!”

“Sounds like you’ve been spending a lot of time at school learning to ‘just say no’ huh?”

“Yep.”

“I think we forgot the grape juice,” I said.

“Oh noooo… I haven’t forgotten it.  It’s sitting right there.”

“But we’ve already pulled the tube out,” I remind her.

“Half the fun was putting it in.”  She switched to her little girl voice, “I hope it wasn’t too much work for you, Dah…dee.  Can you put it back in please?”

“I thought you would be sore by now, you wouldn’t want to try.”

“Less talk!  Make it happen,” she said with a Scottish accent, quoting the commercial.  She turned away from me again, and bent over at the waist placing her hands on her knees.  I squatted down behind her, grabbed her hips, and started licking her from clit to asshole.  

“Daddy, you’re getting distract… ooooh… distracted.  Oh, that’s nice, Daddy.”

“Mmmmm, okay, okay.  It’s just so good, I can’t stop,” I removed my ‘proboscis’ from her luscious pussy and grabbed the Vaseline again.  I reinserted my finger in her ass as she squirmed and giggled.  Then the tube went back in a couple of inches.  “That should do it,” I said.

“Deeper, Daddy.  Please!  I want it all the way in again… like before.”

Once again, I began to push the tube past all the kinks and curves of her intestines.  She made pleasant moaning sounds constantly as I proceeded.  

“That is so fucking erotic Daddy.  Gahd, I love you so much for showing this to me.  After you fill me up, I want you to fuck me, okay?”

“I thought you’d never ask, Sweetie.”  I hooked up the funnel to the hose and poured the grape juice into it.  The grape juice was still icy cold and she squirmed and rubbed her belly as it went in.  After the entire quart was in her, I spread my legs to lower my ass and pushed my rock hard dick into her pubescent pussy—another big moan came from her.

I was holding the hose in her ass with one hand and holding her hip with the other.  As I moved in and out of her I had another idea.  I pulled the tube out a little and held it next to my body so that every time I pushed my dick into her, it would also shove the tube into her.

“Oh Daddy.  That’s so good, Dah… dee.”

I was reaching the point of cuming.  My balls were drawn up to my body and I was ready to blast her innards.  I took the tube and pulled it out of her until it reached my mouth.  I continued to fuck her with what was left in her and I sucked grape juice out of her at the same time.  I was cuming—she was screaming and tossing her head from side to side. 

“Oh baby!  Oh my gahd I’m cuming so hard.”

“Blow in me!  Hurry!”  

I did as she asked and blew air into her belly through the tube as hard and fast as I could.  She screamed, “Fuck me! Daddy, fuck meeee!”

 A few more seconds and we came down off our grape juice-induced high.  My knees were so weak I could no longer stand up.  I sat down in the shower, put the tube back in my mouth and continued to suck grape juice out of my 13-year-old daughter’s asshole.

“Oh Daddy… … … Let me try some.”  I handed the tube to her and she tried to suck some out.  “Nothing’s coming out.  It’s stopped up.”

“Just move the end in and out a little.  You’ve sucked the end up to your intestinal wall.”

“Oh, oh.  That fixed it.”  So there she sat in the shower—tube in her mouth held by her teeth, sucking grape juice, one hand on her clit, and one hand pulling, pushing, and prodding her asshole with the tube.

“I think I’ve created a butt monster.”

“Can’t talk… about to… cum again…”

*****

Well, I could go on and on about Alyssa and me and our adventures.  But I’ll stop for now and rest my weary finger tips…
 
