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Elsie woke slowly, struggling up from under a heavy blanket of sleep. But there were no blankets on her. And she still felt the scratchy wool of her school clothes. It was her ceiling she was looking up at, but this wasn't how she usually woke in her room. She was confused. She couldn't reach the buttons of her cardigan, and that confused her too.  Blearily she blinked around her, and with a wakening shock she found her hands and feet were tied to the frame of her bed with ropes much softer on her skin than her uniform.

With a cry of alarm she began to struggle in her bindings, growing more frantic as it instantly became apparent that she could hardly shift any limbs at all. Fear and confusion suffused her, and she thrashed violently in a panic, tears springing to her eyes.

In a moment, her father came in through the open door to the hallway, saying "Sh sh sh, it's alright sweeting, everything's alright, sh sh sh," he came straight to her side and sat on the bed next to her, stroking her hair and reassuring her, but not removing the ropes.

"Daddy!" Elsie cried, "What-"

But he shushed her again. "Don't worry love, I'm here. Now take a deep breath," he said while gently holding her face in one hand and softly placing a cloth in front of her mouth and nose with the other. "One big deep breath sweeting, that's it," she obeyed unthinking, and instantly felt soft and sleepy again, falling back to her pillow and blinking fuzzily up at her father, her little brow wrinkled in hazy incomprehension.

"Daddy," she breathed muzzily, "Daddy why am I... tied?" 

"I'll show you soon, darling," he smoothed her hair and slight sweat away from her brow as he put the cloth in an unfamiliar box on her nightstand. "Just trust Daddy, ok? It won't be for too long. And you don't have to go to school today, Daddy sent word you'd be here." 

It didn't occur to Elsie that this might not specifically apply to her exact location or the restraints keeping her there.

She rested, tired, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of her father touching her hair in his usual loving manner. He stroked her face as well, at first as he usually did when showing affection for his doted child, across her brow or down her cheek, but increasingly in slightly unfamiliar ways as well, like down the bridge of her nose, lightly through her auburn eyelashes, along the line of her freckles, and more and more often over her soft lips, in more intimate detail, and with slightly more pressure behind his touch.

"Does that feel nice, sweeting?" His voice was soft and tender like when he would soothe her to sleep at bedtime. It did, and she tried to let him know but her 'mmhm' came out more as a soft hum. She felt him kiss the tip of her nose, and smiled a little sleepy smile. Elsie was still confused, but Daddy could always find some way to make her feel unafraid and loved, and she wasn't surprised he could do it now in this very weird situation.

His stroking touch was moving lower now, still regularly returning up to her lips but now drifting down to trace her jaw, stroke under her chin, and caress further and further down the length of her neck. And with this trend she didn't question when he opened the top buttons of her cardigan and shirt underneath, as it gave his gentle fingertips access to wander down into the dip of her clavicle.

Her heavy eyelids opened a little, and she saw her daddy looking down at her lips as he touched them, even more love and tenderness in his eyes than he held for her on a usual day. He saw her looking and gave her an adoring smile, leaning in like he usually would to lovingly peck her cheek goodnight, but seeming to miss and land gently and sweetly on the corner of her mouth, halfway onto her lips. Before pulling away he kissed again, and this time it was much more than half.

He sat back up and beamed softly down at his precious girl. "Daddy loves you more than anything in the whole wide world, sweeting." His hand continued to move soothingly over her lips and throat. "You know daddy will always keep you safe and happy, yes?" 

She would have said, "Of course daddy; I love you too," but had to settle for a humming happy "Mhmm <3" with as much adoring inflection as she could muster.

"Daddy's gonna show you a lot of strange new things today, so remember I'm right here and everything is going to be delightful. Daddy promises, ok my love?" 

"Yeah <3," she agreed as emphatically as her weariness could manage.

He gave a big happy sigh, smiling down at his sweet Elsie. "First, Daddy needs to open your shirts, alright?" 

"Ok," she breathed in her sleepy stupor, her lips stroking back the pad of his thumb as she spoke.

"That's Daddy's brave baby," he whispered, leaving off caressing her to continue unbuttoning her cardigan and blouse. Elsie didn't know why that was brave, but Daddy's compliments were as good as candy. His breathing grew heavier as he progressed, his eyes focused intently on every revealed inch of smooth skin. When both garments were unclasped he took them as far off as her tied position allowed, staring at her naked chest with adoring awe.

"Oh, Elsie," he sighed reverently, "you've always been the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." She didn't understand why that was so particularly true of the blank smooth expanse of her unclothed chest for him to comment with so much sincerity, but it still made her smile.

He resumed his stroking of her neck and clavicle as her sleep haze began to lift a bit. The shock and fear didn't come back, however; Daddy was here now, and even if her body was tied up, nothing bad could happen with him here ready to save her. She sighed contentedly as his touch continued its meandering downward progress, thinking he was still doing it to calm her, but enjoying it as much as she enjoyed him petting her hair when they listened to the wireless on the couch with her head in his lap.

"Soon, my dearest love," he intoned in his melodious voice as he trailed the backs of his fingers down her sternum and then across her lower ribs, "these will grow," he delicately cupped her undeveloped pectoral muscle, his large and soft hand big enough to curl down the side of her torso. He looked up from her little pink nipple and into her expression of wonder at the strange and pleasant touch. "Sometimes that can be a difficult and painful process, but Daddy's gonna make sure you have everything you need, love." he returned his attention to the beautiful peak of her breast-to-be, and as he rolled his thumb over it he let out a very little noise, like he'd just eaten the best food anyone could ever make up in their dreams and didn't want anyone to know.

Elsie made a noise too, gasping and looking down at her chest like it was new. The feeling certainly was; it sent tingling sensations in dozens of directions at once, near and far. Something curled in the pit of her stomach like it did when you find out you're in big big trouble, but also fun things, like sledding or carnival rides. She looked back up at Daddy, part of her wondering if she'd been in trouble and hadn't realized it. But his face was so full of love as he looked back at her; there was something else there, but it was nothing like when she did something wrong.

"Did that feel good, precious?" he asked, his other hand petting her hair.

"Yeah," she breathed, astonished.

He smiled like she'd won a prize in school, beaming at her with pride and love, and bending down he gave the same nipple a soft kiss like a bedtime kiss. The nice feelings sparkled around again, and she let out a little appreciative noise.

"That too?" Daddy asked. 

"Yeah!" she confirmed, amazed.

Daddy began to rub her chest with both hands, sometimes giving special attention of his fingertips to her nipples, massaging the surrounding muscles. Elsie was amazed at how good it felt.

"As they grow, they can get sore from expanding," he told her, using the soft tone of voice he used for putting her to bed. "So if they're ever hurting you, you need to remember to ask daddy to take care of them, ok? It's important to remember; it's not good to let them be sore."

She agreed readily, having a sneaking suspicion she might end up pretending they were sore quite often just so he'd do this, like when she'd pretend to be asleep with her head in his lap so he'd keep playing with her hair past bedtime and carry her upstairs.

He smiled dotingly at her compliance, and once again bent to give her nipple a kiss, but this time he opened his mouth and licked it inside, giving a tiny gentle suck before releasing it. Elsie gasped much louder this time. That had felt better than... anything. She would absolutely fib herself blue in the face to get her daddy to do that again.

"Was that good, my love?" He asked in a low voice on his way to her other nipple. 

"That was amazing, Daddy!" She'd had no idea the little discolorations on her chest could feel like that. As she eagerly awaited his arrival at her other side, the ropes suddenly didn't confuse her anymore: it seemed obvious she'd be getting in his way without them, if the way her whole body kept jumping in excitement was anything to go by.

He kissed her other nipple the same way, and she hummed happily as his mouth caressed this sensitive point on her chest. To her slight disappointment, he rose back up, but he kept massaging her flat breasts with his hands and playing with her now wet nipples.

"You're the most beautiful sight in the world, Elsie," he praised her. "Daddy loves you so, so so so much," he told her as he leaned in again as if to kiss her goodnight, but this time his lingering peck was over her whole lips. Before he pulled back he whispered to her, his lips brushing against hers with every syllable, "Daddy's gonna make everything perfect for you, precious. So, so perfect." It was unusual, but she decided it was nice: he loved her so much, and she was starting to feel certain she really liked having her lips touched.

He began to trail light kisses down her jaw and into the crook of her neck, making her shiver. He asked if it was tickle-y and she told him it was. So Daddy continued, begining to kiss in that open-mouthed way he had to her nipples, all the while playing with her chest. It felt amazing. She started breathing heavily without realizing, closing her eyes like savoring a treat.

Daddy was breathing heavily too, she could feel it on her neck making her shudder, but in a nice way. When he rose up and looked down at her, she could see he was flushed and excited. He moved his touch down to her belly, stroking it reverently and staring fixedly. She didn't really understand what there was to look at on her flat tummy, but he looked with such love and he looked at her, and she was happy.

He stayed mesmerized there for a moment, before shaking himself out of it slightly. Wordlessly he started to undo the buttons on her plaid wrap-around skirt, first one side then the other, unfolding it open like the best and most delicate Christmas parcel. She looked down to watch as the tips of his long delicate fingers traced the waistband of her small white knickers with a tiny ribbon on the front. 

Then he pulled out his pen knife from his trouser pocket and unfolded it, quick to caress away the worried confusion that wrinkled her brow, shushing her reassuringly. One long finger slid into her waistband and hooked the garment by the side seam, and he lifted so there was room to slide his knife underneath without it touching her. Gathering the fabric under the knife with one hand and giving a swift cut, he then folded the knife and put it away, taking one new ragged corner of the remains of her underwear in thumb and forefinger, opening it like her skirt and peeling it off and down the other leg. 

He smoothed his hand along her soft inner thighs as he pushed the torn ring of fabric out of the way down past her knee, gaping in besotted wonder right at the place between her legs which was supposed to be private, but if it made his face do that she didn't think she could feel too guilty. Embarrassed, certainly, that her daddy was looking at her place where she peed. Her daddy was looking at it like it was too beautiful for words though, staring as he gently stroked her thigh.

It was a very nice touch, and he maintained it as he stood and moved to the foot of the bed between her spread legs, giving her no reason to question if he was going anywhere. He knelt over her, sighing blissfully as he looked at her, breathing her name. He bent to give a lingering chaste kiss to her navel and then slowly slid his tongue inside. Elsie gasped and giggled, smiling at the strange and tickly sensation. Her daddy smiled too, watching her tummy jump under him with her laughing reaction, and continued to kiss her navel as he filled it with his tongue, his hands stroking from her waist down to her knees, and all around her thighs, but not near her private spot.

Elsie was making breathy sounds of pleasure that, unbeknownst to her, were driving her daddy crazy inside. His hands slid up the sides of her torso so he could tease her nipples with his thumbs as he snogged her tummy. And then he began a little rotation, first tonguing her navel a few moments, then moving his thumb away so he could kiss and lick one nipple while still toying with the other, finishing with a little gentle suck to her peak before he moved on to give the same treatment to her other one, and then back to her navel while both hands resumed their attentions on her unformed breasts. 

Each little suck to her nipple was a tiny bit stronger every time, and Elsie was amazed at how her body kept feeling better and better than she thought it could. Her daddy was amazing, knowing all these magical things about a body she'd always lived in but which she, the occupant, had never had the least idea about. She wondered why he'd never shown her before; he was making those little appreciative noises that one makes when eating a yummy meal as he tongued and kissed his daughter's skin, and he seemed to like it a lot.

With a little groan of happiness as he pulled himself away from his game, Daddy looked up at his little girl. Love poured out of his gaze as he sat back, his hands smoothing over her spread thighs as he held her eyes adoringly.

Elsie smiled and answered "I love you, Daddy," to his unspoken words.

He gave a small grin back at her and said, "You're the most perfect creation in all the universe, my precious; I thank my lucky stars every day that I got to bring you into the world, sweet love."

Then Daddy did something Elsie very much did not expect. Bending low, he began placing gentle goodnight kisses on her private place, up and down the soft smooth lips, returning up over and over to give special, repeated, lingering attention to the little pink bump that peeked out from between them at the top. 

This was the best yet, she thought, gasping aloud in wonderment, until Daddy's tongue was suddenly taking a long slow full lick of her. He started with the tip so close to where she pooped from that her face burned with embarrassment and she couldn't believe her daddy was putting his mouth in such dirty places. Daddy's tongue flattened wide against her lower lips as if trying to lick as much of her as he could in one go. Slowly he dragged it upwards, applying steady pressure to her puffy pink lips that was somehow ideally soft and hard at the same time, all the way up her slit, prolonging and savoring the act.

THIS was the best yet. She couldn't keep herself from convulsing against his tongue, and was suddenly grateful for the ropes that held her in place under it so she couldn't twitch away accidentally from the best feeling ever. 

"Oh my GOSH, Daddy!" she burst out, her voice hushed with awe. He looked up at her wide eyes that boggled further as he finished his lick with a strong push of the tip of his tongue to her small nub. Her mouth fell open with a shocked noise of joy, looking for all the world like she'd just been given a pony. 

"Does that feel nice, precious?" She nodded seriously, unable to find the words for just how much. "Do you want Daddy to kiss it more, same way as your belly button?" He asked in his soft and loving voice that was a little huskier than usual, stroking her navel with a thumb.

"Yes please!" She made sure to remember the magic word; she wanted that a lot.

He beamed at her, the great gusty contented sigh blowing over his saliva on her slit and making her tingle amazingly. "Ah, Elsie," he shook his head in wonder, "You're the best little girl a daddy could ever hope to have." As he fell to his treat, he whispered softly against her little bud, "So perfect," licking it into his mouth for a gentle sucking kiss that had Elsie falling back on the pillow and seeing stars as she cried out in a sound of pleasure that made Daddy moan deeply into his kiss, in turn causing his little girl's legs to shake. He pulled back and moved lower, again his husky whisper tickling delightfully against her smooth wet lips, "Such a good girl for daddy," and he kissed her slit deeply, his tongue delving into the space inside her and his long nose nuzzling against her bud amazingly.

"Oh my gosh Daddy," she panted towards the ceiling, eyes closed in bliss, "wow, oh Wow Daddy!” Elsie's happy sighs delighted him into moving in ways that drew more from her. His tender stroking of her thighs moved up to where his mouth joined her, and he used his thumbs to gently spread her lips apart, letting his licking kiss explore her private place thoroughly. "Oh, oh Daddy it's the best kiss ever!" she breathed in awestruck joy.

He gave a hum of agreement that had her gasping as he alternated between sucking her nub and putting his tongue inside her, exploring all along the way. At first, she was shocked when the tip suddenly prodded right at the hole she peed from as well, but after a few times she ended up starting to shift her hips to try and catch his tongue on it along his way between her bud and her hole. Daddy closed his eyes and groaned into her when he realized she was doing this, and for a moment she thought she was about to get in trouble for it, but Daddy just kissed her a little faster, sucked her a little harder, licked her more firmly and tongued her just a tiny bit deeper, and obligingly paid more attention to her pee hole, his thumbs rubbing up and down her lips and keeping them splayed.

Elsie's panting began to sound almost panicked as the feelings intensified, and the lightnings that spread through her at his touch started all seeming to aim extra lines into her lower tummy. They seemed to gather there as Daddy made it bloom into her in warm waves, and slowly they started to tighten around that spot. Tighter and tighter, and the little involuntary strains of her hips against the ropes started getting more intense. It was almost starting to hurt, and with Daddy so absorbed in savoring her, she started to get a little scared something was wrong and he didn't know it yet. She started gasping to call for him in pieces of words that were broken up by his tongue on her privates, her tummy growing almost painful and her noises started to turn towards distressed.

But Daddy knew what to do. Without letting up his kiss, in fact rather seeming to turn from explorative to very intent and purposeful, he brought one palm up to her abdomen, rubbing his splayed hand right over her tight spot, encouraging her hips to rock against his face in time with his motions and into his vibrating moans of reassurance and pleasure. He started focusing his mouth on sucking and licking her nub and applying greater pressure and speed, while the middle finger of his hand unoccupied with soothing her sank into her up to the second knuckle and prodded up towards the ceiling gently over and over, and the thumb rubbed little circles on her pee hole in time with his hand on her tummy.

Now somewhat reassured that this was expected, she rocked her body into Daddy's ministrations in the ways he indicated, mostly just stimming rather than moving, since her limbs had been diligently tied and remained where they had first been put, gaining no slack despite all her squirming so far.  

The tight feeling got less scary and more pleasant as it jumped and swelled with all the good feelings Daddy gave her. Soon he was directing her in a long slow swirl of his hand on her belly that near the end quickly surged against his mouth and finger, then repeated, and again, and again. Elsie had lost all awareness of her voice, her oblivious gasping moans and cries only heard by her delighted Daddy, who answered only by excitedly moaning his enthusiastic noises that he projected deep into her body through her most private part.

Daddy latched his mouth onto her bud and sucked and sucked and sucked, over and over like a nursing baby, while inside his mouth his tongue flicked and flicked and flicked at it. Elsie's gasps pitched higher and higher and higher and she had less and less breath and suddenly there wasn't enough to tell Daddy that she was just about to pee and couldn't do anything to stop it-

The whole world popped. Everything was perfect and delightful and amazing; even though tiny splashes of hot liquid were spurting out of her slit right into her daddy's face and hand, she felt his sucking mouth open and his tongue flap frantically up and down on her nub, eagerly flicking her wet expulsions into his mouth like a cat drinking milk at 10x speed, moaning in desperate relief as if he'd been dying in the cold and was now shuddering in front of the nicest biggest fire. 

Everything spun beautifully and Elsie struggled to breathe, every heaving effort of her little chest a joyous sigh that she would have held back if she knew of the tight painful feeling it made throb in her father's body, but he loved it. He licked her clean all over, savoring every drop and laving all over to get it all, far down her thighs and high up the smooth mound of her pelvis. Even a little off his hand on her tummy, still stirring the feeling inside her in slow circles like the best pudding, easing the ripples through her. 

As he washed her, his other hand left her and rustled near the edge of the bed between his legs, where whatever he was trying to do one handed would have been out of Else's sight even if she hadn't been laid back on her pillow, watching the fading fireworks that sparked as Daddy's tongue kept the show going. When his hand succeeded in its hidden goal, Daddy knelt over her between her legs, keeping slow circling contact with her stomach and sliding his other hand up under her, between her shoulder blades and up the nape of her neck, cradling the back of her head up to look at him like he did when she was a baby. She blinked giddily up at him just as always back then, but now she was tied spread eagled to a bed, and he beamed love down at her just as always back then, but now he beamed something else too, his chest rising and falling heavily but evenly as he held himself in control.

"That's called "cumming," my perfect darling," he gave her belly a light squish to indicate the slowly softening ripples of feeling there, "You came. Daddy made you cum." He showed her how to use the verb in its proper different ways, just like with all the new words he taught her. 

She wet her lips, dry from panting, and Daddy made a noise that, if Elsie had understood it, would have shown his control wavering.

"I think cumming is my favourite thing in the whole world!" she was agog with discovery.

He smiled indulgently down at her and quirked an eyebrow playfully, bringing his nose down to touch hers, "Even more than Daddy?" he asked teasingly.

She blushed; of course not, that was silly. And cumming came from Daddy anyway, after all. She shook her head no, and the tips of their noses brushed against each other, and he did the same so that they were nuzzling and giggling together. 

Then Daddy's hips gave a sudden jerk downward, and he pulled himself back a little, scrunching his face and hissing through his teeth like he'd stubbed his toe. Elsie looked up at him puzzled, and after a second he let out a big breath like he'd just had a narrow miss, chuckling and opening his eyes again to smile down at his daughter once more. "Sorry love," he whispered, coming back down to give her a peck full on the lips, "Daddy's getting a little overexcited for the next part and almost jumped ahead."

"There's More??" You'd think he'd told here there were two Christmases to look at her face. He chuckled and nuzzled into her sensitive neck, whispering his deep melodious voice lowly into her ear in a way that made her tummy start tingling again in time with his words.

"So much more, precious sweeting. You'll love this so much, little darling love, and Daddy will love it too, sweet; oh good God, so, so much. In fact," he turned to whisper his warm breath deep into her ear, the thrilling feeling in her tingling through all her bones down to her lower abdomen, "It's called 'making love', because it feels so so good, especially with people you love the most." He kissed her cheek adoringly, then the corner of her little lips.

Elsie turned to look at him, eyes shining eagerly, "I love You most, Daddy!" 

His tender expression glowed happily. "I know, my perfect sweet," he smoothed his hand up her body, over her sensitive nipple and up her soft little neck, cupping her face adoringly, and gave her three long, lingering goodnight kisses on the lips. He whispered with his lips again brushing hers, lightly stroking the side of her little button nose with his long hooked one, "I have loved you more than anything else in the whole of creation, since the moment you began to grow within your mother."

She preened. Elsie didn't remember her mother much, but Daddy had always told her that looking at his daughter took all the pain of losing her mother away. It made her feel so special to know that just being in sight could soothe his pain, and knowing that his love for her was so big even before her mother was gone made her feel even more special still.

"Now, Elsie my dearest treasure," he looked at her seriously from so so close, rubbing his thumbs lovingly over her lips as he spoke, "making love can be strenuous, like sports, so it's important to try to do your best and to bear with it when it seems difficult and tiring." He stopped to give another tender closed-lip kiss before resuming, "I know you don't like sports at school, but you have Daddy's solemn oath it won't be like that, and that you'll love cumming this way most of all," his breath was heavy and his gaze intent but adoring, and he paused and stole another peck before he continued. 

"Making love is also very, very private, like the bathroom but even more so. It's not something talked about, not even to mention you're going to. Not ever." He tilted both his hands on her head slightly, holding her eyes on him gravely with a stern if still gentle gaze, "Especially between daddies and daughters. If anyone heard anything about it, they'd make it stop forever because they don't like hearing about it so very much. Daddy wouldn't be able to make you cum any more."

Elsie clearly didn't like the idea. 

He soothed her brow. "Remember when cousin Sally asked who you wanted to marry when you grew up, and when you said Daddy, Aunt Daphne told you not to be silly because daddies and daughters didn't get married?"

Her eyes widened. "You were there?"

He smiled dotingly at her. "Daddy is never far, precious." He kissed the tip of her nose.

"She said when a girl kisses her daddy it doesn't count as a first kiss with a boy, and that nobody can be family with someone before they're married to them, only after." There was a little hint of pout at the edge of her tone.

Daddy chuckled a little. He leaned down and nuzzled into her neck again, sliding his hand down to her flat breast, whispering to her, "Don't worry, perfect little darling; remember Daddy's always willing to make an exception if you're a good girl."

Elsie's heart raced at the idea she might get her longest held wish someday. Her whole body reacted with excitement and he hummed into her neck as he felt her against him. "I promise, Daddy!" And his contented sigh sent shivers from her neck all down her body.

His thumb ran over her little nipple in circles and he turned his face to breathe in her hair, near where his other hand cradled her head like a babe. "I'm so sorry about this last one, beloved," he kissed her auburn curls, "but the first time, for a girl," he laid his forehead against her temple and sighed, his loving voice regretful, "making love can be painful. Not much, a bit like when we slammed the door to pull that very stubborn tooth." He pulled up to look down at her listening to him with attentive care. "It will hurt more, but fade faster. No iodine rinsing after," he smiled reassuringly, "just lots and lots of cumming, and then it never has to hurt again." 

She smiled bravely at her beloved father, eager to make him proud. "I understand, Daddy."

In fervent reward, he kissed all over her face, his lips opening slightly on the ones where he repeatedly returned to her smile-appled cheeks. "You're the perfect daughter, Elsie," he told her as he kissed down to her ear, his hand sliding back down her body "I'm the happiest daddy in the world. No other daddies have such a good girl to love and make love to."

His touch reached her little nub and his big thumb stroked it upwards, then lifted up to start at the bottom and stroke up again, over and over. Her gasping drew him up from her neck to stare down wonderingly into her face, watching as each pass of his thumb went through her. Soon she was panting in time with his steady rhythm, and his hand on her mound encouraged her whole body to rise in time with his even motions, while his long nose stroked up and down against the side of her little one.

Then Elsie gasped and looked down in surprise, almost bumping heads with Daddy, as something warm and wet and hard poked her slit, parting the lips a little. It felt a bit like his tongue, but bigger, much wider, and rounder at the tip. Daddy shushed her soothingly and took his hand from her privates to turn her face back up to his.

"Sh sh sh sh, don't worry about that, love, it's alright, Daddy is here; you can have a good look later, just feel for now, precious," he pecked her lips several times, and stroked her hair, as she looked at him in confusion, feeling the quick little pulse in the thing poking her beat against her lips below. "Daddy's private part is standing up and hard, because that's what men's privates do around a beautiful girl," he kissed her cheek, "especially if he gets to see her bare skin," he kissed her neck and stroked her nipple, "and even more if he gets to touch her, too."

Elsie started to smile at the compliment, but the frowned into the beginnings of a pout and asked her daddy a little sternly, "But then why have I never seen yours standing up before?" He'd always told her she was beautiful, but never with his privates standing up, and she found that suspicious.

Daddy chuckled against her cheek, "Because remember, my little perfect love; privates are private," he whispered into her ear in that low way that made her shiver with tingles, "and if Daddy didn't control himself very, very carefully, it would be standing up all day just from Daddy thinking about you," his hand on her nipple went back down to her bud, resuming his earlier rythm, "and thinking about you makes Daddy's privates stand up so hard and so high, that even fully dressed everyone would be able to see it all the time." He nudged a little at her lower lips as he got her body rocking up and down again, panting, "And remember, sweeting; no one can know that Daddy's privates are standing up for his perfect little daughter, otherwise they would stop me from using it to make love to you, like this,"

She gasped as he slid little more than an inch of himself into her just as she was falling downward from one of his upward strokes to her nub, then he seemed to push her mound up and off him with that soft rub of his thumb, then let her fall back down onto the inch he'd given her, plus maybe a quarter centimeter more, slowly repeating. He watch her face with loving awe, sighing in delight at her surprised but pleased reactions. 

"Does Daddy feel good inside you, my darling?" He was breathing heavily, and his words were husky and intent, but they were soaked with fond tenderness. Elsie could only nod enthusiastically. "Yeah? Do you want more? Yeah? Want to feel Daddy deeper inside you, little treasure?" 

"Uh huh!" She gasped, loving the way he was sliding in and out of her, and the way a little bump would catch and pull her lips out and catch and push them back in each time. Daddy burried his face in her curling hair and moaned deeply, holding her to him as he stroked her bud and pushed his hips just a little further towards his daughter every time, panting hard into her hair with the effort of staying steady and even, whispering an ardent litany of professed love to her.

"Oh Elsie, oh, I love you, I love you so much, such a good girl my love, my sweet darling girl, I love you I love you, oh sweet precious, so soft, oh God, so beautiful, so lovely, oh my perfect, Oh god Elsie you feel so good, wrapped so tight around Daddy, so snug, so perfect, such a good girl for Daddy, oh yes little treasure, let your moans out for Daddy, let me hear how good you feel, yes just like that, just like that, oh good God Elsie I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you, I love you," 

His slow thrusts and strokes of her nub were taking a little longer now, that little bump Elsie had felt sliding in and out of her was just over half way along all the hot pulsing body part Daddy pushed in and out of her, fervently straining to keep his calm pace from growing too fast, even as the greater length covered slowed him down. His thick thing spread her lips and insides out so, so wide, and she was grateful again for the ropes helping to spread her. It ached, but nicely, like stretching. Her moaning sounds were fuller; now that she knew it made Daddy happy, she did it on purpose, and he could hear every little delight he pushed into and pulled out of her.

Her left her nub alone and cupped her face to look at him with their noses stroking against each other, and she almost would have begged him to put his hand back if she'd had the breath to do so, but then he spoke, his melodious voice low and burning with intensity and love carefully controlled into a gentle whisper;

"Elsie, love;" he rubbed his big thumb softly and covetously back and forth over her little lips, "Do you want to have your fist kiss with Daddy? A real grown up kiss, here, now, while Daddy makes love to you, not someday later with a boy from your school, or some other young lad your age?" 

Elsie beamed, gasping to answer as he kept up his regular thrusts, holding back from sinking deeper for the moment but still pushing her to such pleasure. "A real one?" she glowed hopefully, "It'll count as my first even with Daddy? You promise?"

Daddy chuckled and closed his eyes with a happy sigh as he gave her another lingering peck and whispered against her mouth, "Daddy will make it count, sweeting; I'll show you how to do it, a real kiss- ah!" He gasped and pressed his forehead against hers as he felt her squeeze him from inside in anticipation. He held himself still a moment with eyes tight closed, regaining composure, before giving a little breath of joyous laughter as he opened his eyes and beamed down at her, panting, "Daddy felt you like that, huh? That way your body grabbed at my privates with yours, that's its way of saying 'yes' for you," his laid his lips at the corner of her mouth and whispered as he resumed giving her little thrusts inside her, stroking the scant inches he'd given her gently in and out, "Are you ready, my perfect treasure? Your first kiss?"

"I'm ready Daddy. I love you!" her voice moaned slightly and she felt his pulse in the hard part inside of her get faster and stronger.

"Oh Elsie. I love you," His thumb drew her jaw gently downward parting her lips slightly, and he kissed her bottom lip several times in a line from one corner of her mouth to the other, so that his head was tilted across over hers. "Close your eyes, my darling. Relax, and let Daddy move you."

At first she didn't understand what he meant, since she was still bound too firmly to go anywhere. But as he pressed his warm parted lips to her open mouth she began to comprehend what he meant. His kiss didn't just move against her lips like before, his moved hers and showed hers how to move back, soon joined by his tongue stroking and encouraging hers as he moaned ecstatically into her. Elsie was in heaven as he began to move it in time with his hips, resuming his inward inching, stretching her wider and tighter until she thought this was the pain he had meant, even though it felt so good and she loved it.

Their moans and gasps were muffled by each other's mouths, but were growing noticably desperate and needy in tone as he cradled her head and snogged his daughter thoroughly, his other hand roaming all over her body, tenderly stroking her throat, chest, tummy and thighs, rubbing her little bud and nipples and groaning appreciatively at the way her little body squeezed delightedly.

Then when what felt to Elsie like Daddy's whole arm, but was really only about three and a half inches, was sliding in and out of her gorgeously, daddy's hand came back up to tenderly cup her face as he deepened their kiss further still, opening her mouth wide with his to accept his stroking tongue far down into her. And with a sudden surge of his hips and the pressure and speed of his deep snog, and an overjoyed grunt of bliss into her mouth, Elsie's eyes popped open with a squeak of shock as she realized she was now completely and totally full of her daddy.

She could feel the very back of the space inside her for the first time in her life, the big round bump at the top of daddy's thing pushing against it in little nudging thrusts instead of sliding in and out. It hurt, but it was mostly her body flinched tight and stretched, and she felt like a teddy bear being tugged in two directions about to tear. Daddy held himself nearly still, deep in her, as he kept the kiss going, his hand coming down to soothe on her tummy, rocking against her in small motions like a dog being rude to someone's leg. Somewhere in the back of her mind she realized the similarities to this were probably why people objected to that, since it was private.

Daddy waited for her to relax, stroking her soothingly all over her body and continuing to tongue the depths of her mouth with hot wet caresses. Then he brought his wandering hand to her bud and rubbed it in firm, steady, relentless circles, eagerly devouring the sounds as her gasps grew to moans and her moaning became deeper and louder.

He finally resurfaced from his daughter's perfect mouth, groaning with restraint and pleasure. They beamed at each other, and daddy swooped back down to give her another little grown up kiss, just one deep delving swirl of his tongue against hers before he came back up, and then grinning gleefully at her he did so once more.

"How was your fist kiss, my love?" he whispered breathlessly.

"It was perfect Daddy!" she gasped with wonderment, "It was better than I ever dreamed. Thank you, Daddy; I love you so much!"

Daddy gave a low pleased groan and snogged his daughter again, and she felt his hot hard private part nudging the back wall of her insides a little more insistently and a little less controlled this time. But it was starting to feel really good, and it was right in the spot where all her tingly feelings kept gathering; feeling Daddy there directly was even better than her fist kiss. He moaned when he felt her squeeze in response to the motions of his tongue, and even more so a moment later when he felt her rock her back wall against his private part of her own accord with what little range of motion she had, giving a little needy whine of pleasure when it squished her softness against his hardness, as well as pushing her nub into his circling thumb.

He broke their kiss to huskily whisper, "Good god, Elsie,” then paused for another quick deep kiss, "Daddy loves you so much," and another, "Daddy's so in love," another, "so in love, my perfect," kiss, " precious," kiss, "darling treasure," a longer, deeper one, "my beautiful little girl," and again, "Daddy loves you so bloody much," and again, his mouth muffling her gasp at hearing her daddy curse. She preened inwardly at his broken composure from his love for her.

Slowly, Daddy began to slide his hips back, endlessly kissing her and stroking her bud, until the bump near the top caught on her lips again and pulled them as it went past. Then once again it caught when it pushed back in, the bump popping a little father into her as it went by, and slowly Daddy pushed all the way way back until he pressed firmly against the end, and then just a bit further, making her feel full and stretched wide and just a little hurt again but much less this time. They both made a big satisfied noise as he gave his little push at the back, Elsie contracting tightly around her father as pleasure flooded her and then redoubled as he pulsed against her squeeze. Then slowly again he pulled back, seeming to drag her guts with him as she involuntarily clung to his privates with hers.

He did this only three times before Elsie's lower belly exploded in tingling pleasure once more, her body contracting even more tightly around her daddy when his thing pushed her back wall the deepest it had yet. Her cries of pleasure into his mouth were mingled with tones of shock and amazement at how much better she felt than she ever had before. Daddy moaned to concur with her as he kissed her desperately, his hips stuttering and filling her with just a bit more of him than she thought possible. Then Daddy seemed to rear back, his hips shaking with restraint and his eyes tight shut, looking like he'd been kicked in the shin. 

Elsie was about to try and pull herself together from where pleasure was still scattering her, to ask what was wrong, when he gave a great joyful shout and she gasped, feeling him seem to grow and shrink inside her in a throbbing rhythm that was suddenly matched by hot wet squishy globs of something spurting into the depths of her body. But there was absolutely no room in Elsie's body with so much of her daddy crowding her insides, and she felt big bubbles of pressure roll between her and Daddy's privates on their rapid way to flow out of her and down into her bum crack, coating her hole there in warm stickiness.

Each one seemed to refill the stock of pleasure waves in her tummy, and Elsie floated on them blissfully, looking up at her beloved daddy who was so handsome even when disheveled and sweaty, maybe even especially so, panting as he looked back down to grin lovingly at her. 

"Was that nice, darling? Does it still hurt?" He stroked the hair and sweat from her brow. It Had been very nice, and she found it didn't really hurt that much, she just felt very tight and stretched.

Her kissed her again, another grown up kiss. She wondered if even her goodnight kisses would be like this from now on, and thought she might like that. "You're such a good girl, my love. Daddy's so proud of you, you did such a good job." Elsie adored her father's praise, although a little piece of her was crestfallen at the implication that this was finished.

"Can I be untied now, Daddy?"

He chuckled and kissed her again. "Not yet, sweeting. we have a little more practice to do before we can take your training wheels off."

"But I'm tired Daddy," she used her most precious voice, the one cultivated for getting her way with her doting parent, "and we've not even had breakfast!"

"I know, my darling," he caressed her with tender reassurance, "and I promise once we're finished, we'll have a great big feast of whatever you'd like to eat. It won't be too much longer, sweet love, and Daddy promises to make you cum again, ok?"

"Ok, Daddy," she wasn't really that reluctant, once the idea of getting to cum again was presented.

He gave her another quick kiss. "That's my good girl. The proper way to make love is for a man to put his whole private part inside, and there's still a few inches of Daddy that haven't been in you yet, sweeting."

Her eyes widened in surprise at the idea, "But there's no more room, Daddy; you've filled me all the way up!"

This seemed to affect him very strongly. He burried his face in her hair, moaning in a shuddering breath, his hips resuming rocking against her and pushing the head of his thing against the end of her passage with faltering restraint. "God yes, sweet darling, you're so full of Daddy," he stroked her tummy, pressing lightly so that she was slightly squished between his hand and his hard part inside her. "But Daddy knows you can be fuller, trust me, little perfect love; Daddy's privates are much smaller than a baby, and that's what your precious perfect body was designed to fit, after all."

There was a sense to his words, after all Elsie remembered cousin Lydia growing very big and round in the belly before her daughter, cousin Adelaide, 'arrived', which no one would properly explain to her. Certainly Adelaide had been small enough when Elsie'd first seen her to have been hiding under that big bump in Lydia's belly, but still Elsie couldn't imagine her fitting in the space between her legs where Daddy was.

He ran his hand lovingly all over her body, the one still cradling her head making little scritching motions in her hair like when he played with it on the couch, relaxing together with the radio. "It'll be nice and slow, my love, bit by bit so you get used to it. You're such a good girl sweeting, Daddy knows you can take it all perfectly." He kissed her deep again, his tongue lovingly caressing hers and filling her small mouth as he filled her small space down below. Really, she thought to herself, she did like the feeling of fullness. Quite a lot, actually. It was making the tingly feelings build up again, and when she thought maybe she really could be even fuller after all, she felt her privates squeeze Daddy and pull him deeper in agreement.

It brought a shuddering gasping moan from him, and his hips briefly broke free of his restraint and stammered an extra hard shove into the depths of his daughter. She gave a little yelping squeak and he reared back again, grabbing hard onto her headboard with one white knuckled hand and holding her head gently cradled in the other, shaking and panting heavily with effort to keep still. 

"Fffffuuu-" he bit his lip with a little whimpering sound, head thrown back, brow furrowed and eyes screwed shut in concentration, "Oh good god, Elsie," he breathed between panting, "this-" he broke off and regrouped himself before lowering his gaze back down to her, "this is why training wheels are so important, sweeting; every way you move makes Daddy's body feel so good that it tries to do whatever it wants." He resumed carefully rocking inside her, staring down at the little bump he made inside her belly pressing up into her going up and down, sweat starting to run on his brow. 

"Oh my God, darling," he breathed in awe, "oh, my own," he closed his eyes and shuddered again, whispering "got to be careful... Don't want to hurt you, precious..." Daddy took another long deep calming breath and let it out slowly, holding himself still, deep in his little girl. When he opened his eyes again, he looked back over at the unfamiliar box on Elsie's bedside table, which she had entirely forgotten.

He leaned over and rummaged inside, the motion pushing him further into Elsie again, making her gasp and squeeze him, ”Daddy's going to help loosen you up, my love,” he reassured her in his low husky tone that was just a little frantic, returning with the cloth he'd held to her earlier to help calm her. ”Another big deep breath, treasure,” and when she had taken it, he held the scrap to his own face, though much farther away, taking a tiny snif that she barely heard, as that soft and sleepy feeling rolled over her body again. 

Indeed she did feel every part of her body seem to loosen, as well as her insides which seemed to relax their death grip on her daddy a bit. He seemed to let up too, the angle of his long and hard body part deep inside her no longer insistently lodged inward as his hips relaxed back downward to the mattress. Elsie distantly heard more sounds from Daddy reaching into the box, and his contented sigh as he slid his hand out from under her head, and then all over her body, the tingling of his touch on her nipples and her nub sparkling down into her slowly through the dreamy blanket-like feeling.

There was a cold wet feeling on her lower lips where they stretched in a wide circle around her father, and it gave her a start that her body was sluggish to carry out. Elsie struggled to looked down to where her daddy's long elegant fingers were spreading something all around where their bodies met, but her neck wouldn't obey.

”Sorry, precious,” he whispered slowly, with just the barest hint of a bit of slurring, ”It'll warm up soon. Nice and slippy. Such a good girl, so good for Daddy, so good,” his head lolled back in rapture as she felt his hand rub the wetness all over her and retreat to do the same to himself, his other hand coming down to focus on pleasing her bud with the new delightfully slick sensation.

Elsie gave a loud, unrestrained, happy moan to let Daddy know how good that felt. The resulting clench of her inner body around his big thing felt much less sharp and splitting now, but he seemed to love it just as much. His answering moan was similarly delighted and communicative as he slowly slid back out of her, coating his hard part in the substance with smooth motions as he went that stayed near her lips and kept them covered in it too.

When his bump arrived and gave that pleasurable nudge on her lips, he reversed his journey and sank deeply and joyfully into his daughter again with a smooth fluid motion, the slippery substance making his glide uninterrupted even when his precious baby girl gripped him hard in appreciation. Elsie's happy, fuzzy, tingly, sleepy world seemed to swell as if she would pop once more with pleasurable lightning as he reached that deep place again and showed her that there was indeed an even greater and more amazing level of fullness to feel. She gave a beautifully falling jubilant sigh that was more wholly feminine than she could know at her level of development, and with a whiny groan that almost sounded pained her daddy pulled back and obliged her again, even fuller still.

She had no understanding of the magnitude of exquisite torture she gifted him, but his love poured from his lips anyway as he pushed slow, full, and deep into her, imploring her to know how vehemently adored she was, how perfect she was in every inch, how peerless and splendid every part of her was, how he loved her so impossibly much, how-

”Oh Daddy needs you so badly, Elsie precious, Daddy needs to be in you so much it burns, my love. Oh, Elsie, oh Elsie, oh my Elsie, oh god my love, Daddy needs it; I know you can take it all my love, you're doing so good sweeting, so unbelievably bloody good for Daddy,” he murmured to her, always pushing just a little harder against her back wall at the bottom of every thrust, making her cry out more loudly and more delightedly every time. He kept both his slippery hands near her privates, stroking her bud and her lips tight around him, her soft thighs and still small hips.

With a great desperate moan he fell forward to capture her gorgeous noises with his mouth, bumping their noses and almost bonking their heads on the way. His head pressed hers hard into the pillow as he kissed her deep and hard and frantic, a flicker of fearful concern fluttering down through the feathery downiness of her relaxed state as his teeth clashed slightly with hers in his frenzy. He stopped pulling out, just rutting harder and gently pushing against her back wall as he madly tongued his angel.

Then he held her hips tight in his slippery grip, a moment later she gave a strangely lazy yelp that he swallowed, and answered with a strangled whine, as one final, frenzied press connected her slippery smooth lips with the lightly hairy skin at the base of his protrusion. He clearly tried to hold himself still, but nonetheless rocked manically into her as he panted like and animal through his nose, never ceasing his loving delving of her mouth with his tongue.

Every panicked nudge he drove into her pushed pushed pushed her pleasure to shockingly dazzling heights, until Elsie burst asunder again, her gleeful wails drowning in the ecstatic vibrations from her father's delighted exultations that met them coming in their sealed and desperately seeking mingled mouths. 

The bursts of pleasure were accompanied by bursts of wetness, which made little squelching noises as they escaped from the almost painfully tight press between Elsie and her Daddy. The little ones that came hot and liquid from Elsie's pee hole pushed hard against daddy's pelvis before splashing upwards, in perfect sync with the big ones from the end of his thing so astonishingly deep in his doted child's body, warm and sticky bulges that tried to press her back wall somehow even deeper before being trampolined off it, shoved back crushed between his shaft and her passage, rolled back along by her convulsing inner muscles, outthrust past the clinging seal of her encircling lips before splashing downwards.

They panted together and kissed languidly, exchanging little happy moans and sighs as the wild rush of pleasure slowly calmed. Daddy wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her to him as they kissed, making her back arch and pulling her body up from the bed against the downpull of the ropes, but she would have been happy to be held even tighter. 

Elsie's heart felt as full as the space deep inside her; her tummy was so shockingly full of her daddy's loving thing deep in her belly, her mouth was full of his loving tongue deep near her throat, her waist was full of the loving warm feeling he had pumped into her with his wet stuff (although it didn't seem much of the actual stuff had found any room to stay, there was still a hot reminiscent pocket of ineffable sensation right above where Daddy reached inside), her heart was burstingly full of his loving love, and he was wrapped all around her middle pinning it all inside her and her all against his warm body. Her mind struggled to wrap itself around her inconceivable happiness.

Eventually he broke her kiss and beamed his profound adoration at her. ”You did just incredibly, my perfect. Daddy's so proud of you, I could fly,” there was a real tear of joy in his eye as he kissed her again, then pulled up to look down at where their bodies joined, his big hands coming to circle her little waist, reverently whispering, ”Good god, Elsie; look how amazingly perfectly you've done...” but didn't give her time to actually look before leaning down for her lips again. ”How is it, precious? Does it feel good to have all of Daddy inside you?”

His daughter couldn't even begin to describe how little ”Good” covered it. Elsie gazed devotedly at her already-idolized parent whose new scope of capability left her speechless. She was glowing, a slight sheen of sweat making her skin sparkle, beaming a smile like the shining sun at her adored father.

”I love you so much, Daddy!” she gushed ardently, which was mostly the answer to his question. ”I wish I could have you inside me forever!”

This seemed to be too much for him, his eyes welling up with tears as he slid his hands along her skin up her chest and neck to cup her face reverently, his moan almost despairing in it's delight as his brow wrinkled in consternation like he couldn't believe she was real. As he came back down to meet her lips with his, his hips rolled into her slightly, and she opened her mouth to him with a pleasured gasp as he reached her, cradling her face to his in their kiss.

Daddy began to slide in and out with his privates again as his tongue caressed inside her too, all the way back until her tight lower lips were plucked by the ridge near the tip, and all the way forward until his pelvis was flush against her again, giving her a roll of his hips before starting once more. He kept as steady as he could, but it seemed Elsie couldn't help making it difficult for her daddy. Even with her training wheels on. Her every little noise and motion faltered his control, and when her insides gave a particularly grateful squeeze, Daddy's hand shot up to white knuckle her headboard again with a whining but very happy groan.

He didn't stop kissing her once though, not even to gasp a breath, and Elsie became slightly dizzy again trying to breathe through her nose with her panting sounds of bliss. It seemed to go on for ages and ages and ages, but she far from minded; she'd meant what she'd said, she really never wanted him to stop making love to her. Every stroke of Daddy along her insides had her melting, and indeed it felt like she was turning into the big puddle of wetness under her bum, as if the heat from his thing were turning her to liquid with each deep slide.

While one hand was clearly locked in a harsh death grip on the bed frame, the other gentled her tenderly. Daddy would run his hand down her belly and bring it to her bud, but in no time at all this would make her little body convulse around him. Then with a great rolling surge of his hips he'd let out a rumbling moan of satisfaction as his touch retraced it's path along her body, up into her hair. It felt so different from all the times he'd played with her hair before, even when cradling her head and making love to her; his whole big hand slid up the side of her throat, around to her nape, and the tips of his spread fingers trailed up into her hairline, his touch smooth and steady along her scalp, his fingers tangling deep in her curls. His gently swirling hand in her roots like he was trying to muss her hair seemed instead to be for moving her head into all the best parts of his kiss.

The little pile of happy lightning in her lower tummy was mounting up again. But this time it was like Daddy had forgot she needed him to build them higher. It would start to feel like that lovely peak of feeling was in sight, and then he would slow down, or stop touching her little nub, making Elsie squirm in her firm bindings. Then he would build her back up, and as she started to writhe and whine with need, Daddy would wind back down, and his daughter started to get irate. She would try to show him with her body, tell him with her sounds what she needed, but he would only hum a pleased moaning agreement and continue on. The tingly feelings kept coiling tighter and tighter inside, right where Daddy's thing plunged deep when he rolled his hips at the end of his strokes, and Elsie was feeling very overwhelmed.

Just when Elsie was about to start crying and thrashing in protest like a child as Daddy backed off from her pleasure yet again, the new build-up he started climbed faster, and a little harder as Daddy's strokes became more like thrusts. No longer did he take his time to circle his hips languidly at the depths of his daughter, but instead turned his whole motion in and out of her into an eager and fluid roll of his pelvis. He worked to remain as steady as possible, propping himself up with his viced grasp over her head, but often staggering in his efforts as his intent roaming touch pleased his little girl too greatly and her body rewarded him too much.

Her despairing and needy noises quickly faded into deeply gratified calls of ecstacy, all muffled by her father's deep and ceaseless snog. Daddy pushed her slowly faster and faster, until she was nearly wailing with pleasure, flying high and far past where she had felt the pinnacle would be and beyond without the sensations popping yet. The noises Daddy made into her body agreed, rumbling from his throat with desperate delight. 

When Elsie began to be sure she'd go mad from ever increasing joy, Daddy tangled his hand deep in her hair again and held her pressed firmly to his kiss, while his pelvis pressed hers firmly to their kiss down there and held her little bud pressed tight between them. The whole universe exploded this time and she forgave Daddy entirely for all he had done to frustrate her in pursuit of this massive ecstacy. Daddy's private part seemed to explode again as well, the gloopy feeling bursting deep in her in waves that tried and failed to find space in her stuffed body. His whole being shook with it, his pelvis rocking against her pinned little nub, sending extra waves of delight after the great tidal one as it ebbed slowly away.

Her panting breath whimpered slightly from being so overwhelmed. But Elsie was in heaven. She couldn't get her head around the unexpectedly gigantic scale of just how good 'good' could feel. Her father's hand slowly opened it's stiff hold on her headboard and joined his other in soothing her body all over. With evident reluctance, he ended their lingering kiss, speaking softly and adoringly sincerely as if there had been no interruption;

”Daddy will make love to you forever, sweeting. Every day, and ten times on Sundays; I promise, my love.” Elsie's heart glowed with excitement. Every day, forever! Her insides squeezed a little moan from her daddy in eagerness.

”You mean it?” she could hardly believe her luck. 

He laid soft kisses on her cheek, her brow, her temple, softly chuckling with a moaning sigh of breathless joy. ”Daddy promises, precious. Whenever we know we're alone for a few hours and can keep things private, you can ask to have Daddy inside your perfect little cunny as much as you like.”

Elsie looked down at where her body was wrapped around her father's private part, guessing the unfamiliar word from the context clues like he taught her, but still asking for confirmation of his meaning; ”My cunny?”

”Yes my love, it's a word for your private parts,” he stroked her lips where they spread tightly around the base of his thing, ”but it's a private word, so only use it when you're sure no one but Daddy can hear, ok?”

”I promise, Daddy! Really, every day?” Elsie felt like he was promising her every day would be Christmas for the rest of her life, it just couldn't be.

Daddy gave a laugh and kissed her with his tongue again gently, then whispered softly against her small lips, ”And on Sundays we don't have to do anything else except make love all day long,” they smiled besottedly at each other, and then he kissed the tip of her nose, ”except eat. Anything you like for dinner, my absolutely perfect darling; you've done so good today. What shall we have?”

She didn't have to think. ”Fish and chip!”

Her father beamed indulgently, having never doubted this answer. ”As you wish, my treasure.”

”Two fish and chip!” Elsie pushed her luck hopelessly, grinning. Although she thought she might really be that hungry after all.

With a laugh he hugged her tight, burying his face in her neck with a big contented sigh. ”My greedy girl,” he murmured lovingly, the admonishment insincere. He kissed her temple, ”Daddy has to pull himself out of your heavenly little cunny now, darling,” his voice was clearly regretful, and his daughter agreed inwardly with the feeling, ”You've been so full today, and it may feel strange and empty with Daddy gone, but don't fret, sweeting,” he kissed her face and soothed all over her skin, ”Daddy's never far, precious. And I'll be back deep inside your flawless body again in no time at all, my love; never fear.”

She nodded her understanding, and her father pulled up, wrapping his big hands around her small soft inner thighs. His thing had grown softer now, pressing less insistently against her insides with his girth, but it still stretched her wide as he slowly began to slide out. ”Yes,” he hissed lowly, watching as his little girl resisted his exit unconsciously, ”always so sweetly clingy for Daddy.” This was true; almost everyone had commented at some point on how much Elsie seems glued to her parent. Now it seemed even her body was the same, tugging her along as he pulled away. 

With a wet noise, the ridge near his tip plucked past her lips one last time, and Elsie indeed felt almost bereft. She didn't like it. Until she woke up that morning, not having Daddy inside her had been so completely normal, it hadn't felt like anything whatsoever. Now it felt awful, like Daddy being outside of her was just not how her body was supposed to be at all. 

He kissed away her frown, gently reminding her, ”Don't fret, sweet love,” as he tucked his privates away and did his pants back up. ”Daddy's going to take your training wheels off now, but don't try to move much yet, precious. You'll be a bit stiff and we don't want you to pull or pinch anything.” Elsie always tried to be a good girl for her beloved Daddy, and after he'd given her such an inconceivably wonderful treat she was certainly feeling extra obedient.

First releasing one arm, he gently guided it into a more normal position, reaching under her to help rotate her shoulder correctly for her. Then he propped her up on her pillows, and got off the mattress to go around and sit at the edge of her bed beside her. He took a glass of water from it's accidental hiding place behind the box on her bedside table, offering it to her freed hand.

”Is this still too heavy for you?” he asked. It almost was, and her hand was all pins and needles, but she took a grateful drink without spilling while Daddy untied her other arm. 

The silken bindings hadn't chafed her skin, but her wrists and ankles were still somewhat sore from her reflexive straining against them as Daddy had pleasured her. He took her cup when she was done with it and got a small pot of salve from the box, attentively showing her how to work it into her wrists before going to the foot of her bed to continue unbinding his beloved child. 

It took him some time, as he looked not at his hands but instead stared admiringly at the wet mess of her cunny. When her legs were free, he drew them together (but not so close as to hide her privates from his view), took off her socks, and put them in the laundry. But the pants he'd cut were slid the rest of the way down her leg, carefully folded, and placed in his box.

When he came back to kneel next to her knees, he brought it with him to place in reach. Then he carefully took her legs and eased them up into the air, much like when he changed her as a baby, and rested her ankles on his shoulder. Her extremely wet and gloop covered skirt was slid out from under her sticky bum and followed her little white socks into the wicker bin. From the box came a clean washcloth and a bottle of liquid to wet it with, and, very much like when he had changed her as a baby, Daddy washed her bottom.

Taking her outer ankle and holding it up and away, parting her legs gently to clean her privates all over, he told her how pretty and perfect her body was, staring adoringly at her as he spoke of her lovely soft cunny lips, her sweet rosy bottom, her precious pearly button. It felt a little embarrassing to Elsie for her father to baby her with this awkward infantile position he held her body in, but at the same time it made her feel sort of... secure; certain and reassured that she was Daddy's baby, even if she hadn't been a baby for a long time.

He softly dried her with another clean washcloth, lay a dry towel under her butt to keep her out of the wet spot, and carefully lay her ankles back on the bed. Her thighs and groin were very sore and tired, and she let out a breath of relief when that stretch ended and her legs were at rest. Daddy gave her a gentle kiss with just a little tongue before getting off the mattress to go to her side again, asking her sweetly if she though she might be ready to sit up, tenderly helping her the rest of the way out of her cardigan and blouse. He brought her a soft white night dress, taking a moment to gaze lovingly at her naked body before giving her another, more insistent kiss, and reminding her to go carefully when lifting her arms. They were indeed sore as he slid her nightdress on, attentively smoothing it into place, running his large warm hands down her sides.

”Daddy has to clean up a bit before fetching our supper,” he told her as he wrapped her in a fresh blanket and picked her up to carry her like a princess. ”You're beautiful cunny was so helpful, making so much extra wetness to make you so gorgeously slippery inside for Daddy, and helping Daddy make a big mess of his own.” He kissed her temple as he brought her downstairs and lay her on the couch. ”So, a little nap before we eat, my treasure. I'm sure you need it after you did such a wonderful job today.”

Elsie found that she was very tired, but as Daddy gave her another soft snog, kissed her forehead, and turned to go, she felt uneasy. He wouldn't go far, and she didn't want to be in his way, but the big empty feeling lingering in her private parts seemed to get bigger with the prospect of being alone in the room.

”Daddy?”

”Yes, my perfect love?”

”... Can I have Mr Bunsy?”

It had been quite some time since Elsie had asked her father if she could have her favorite stuffed toy with her, although it had once been a near constant question regarding everywhere she ever went. She was worried it would disappoint him, that she was acting like a little kid. But he smiled indulgently, and seemed to understand why she was asking. 

”Daddy will fetch him directly, sweeting.”

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It was a lovely nap. After drifting off with Mr Bunsy to the feeling of Daddy gently salving her ankles, Elsie woke to the sound of the door closing, and the smell of frying grease and salt. Daddy came in with three newspaper wrapped packets, and she sat bolt upright, feeling like a salivating dog. She giggled at the idea as Daddy came to kiss her, and she found out it's hard to do a grown up kiss properly when you're both smiling. 

”Come, precious; you must be starving.” She was. Her tummy rumbled eagerly as they went to the kitchen and laid out places at the little breakfast table. Daddy had her wash her hands while he got out vinegar for himself and opened their packets, leaving them in their greasy newspaper that bloomed delicious scent into the small room as they were unfolded. Elsie fell to, before he had laid a napkin in her lap and sat down himself.

They sat next to each other on the corner, and Daddy fondly watched her as she enthusiastically ate her meal. They each had one packet to themselves and shared the third, her father letting her eat as much as she wanted and finishing what she couldn't. He ate slowly, often stopping to wipe his fingers clean so her could touch her, beaming at her as he tucked a curl behind her ear or stroked her cheek, rubbed her back, gently squeezed her bare knee and trailed his fingers along her inner thigh.

That last one made her jump and gasp a little at the tingles it sent to her cunny. Daddy's smile broadened, and he leaned his chair out to  show her his lap in answer. His privates were clearly very excited too. The front of his trousers was a great big tent, and looking at it Elsie couldn't believe something so big had fit in the little hole below where she peed from. Her insides squeezed the empty space in her, and she wished he were in there right now, but her missed breakfast put itself first.

”How come I've never seen it do that before?” she asked as she ate. ”I know you make it stop so it stays private, but we're alone lots and it's never done it before.”

He chuckled. ”It tries to do it all the time,” he pet her hair affectionately, ”having the prettiest daughter in the whole world makes it hard to keep it down at all. But Daddy had to control himself until you were old enough. Little girls don't always remember their manners, but big girls like my precious treasure are very good at being polite and not saying inappropriate things in public that will get them in big trouble.” Daddy's beautiful voice grew serious in tone, and his gentle gaze became more somber.

”My love, it's very important that you don't talk about Daddy's privates to anyone, or about any of the things we do when it's just us. I don't want to scare you, my darling, but even people you trust very much would be so upset, and wouldn't just try to make it stop;” he soothed at her worried expression with soft touches, ”they would try to lock daddy away, to make sure he can't see or touch you.” Elsie's face instantly paled, her eyes wide. ”They would want to pretend you had no parents, and send you away to live with the orphans. And they're not very nice places, although they used to be much worse. Don't fret, treasure,” he opened his arms to her, ”Daddy won't let that happen, come here,” and she abandoned her plate to rush into his lap.

It was such a frightening thought. Elsie's heart was pounding, and she burried her face in her father's chest. It had been bad enough to think they would be made to stop doing the amazing new things she loved doing with Daddy, but to think... She couldn't stand to contemplate it, it was just the worst thing she could name.

Daddy hugged her close, kissed her curls, stroked her back to calm her. His hard thing pressed against the side of her bum, and it was strangely reassuring. She held back the urge to cry, not wanting to burst into tears like a baby, and her voice was small and warbling and obscured by his warm chest.

”Why, Daddy? Why would they do that?”

He sighed. ”Remember when the police took Mr Olson from the parade? Remember the very private thing he was doing in front of everyone? This is much, much more private than that. And so that's how much more the police would do in response. They wouldn't let Daddy out after just a few days, like they did him. Even if it was just one person instead of the whole street. That's how private it is. But listen, sweeting;” he took her chin and turned her face up to look at him, gazing love and reassurance down into her teary eyes, ”That's why Daddy had to keep himself to himself before, but now you're grown more, and you're such a good girl, Elsie my love, so responsible, my dutiful little angel.” He nuzzled the tip of her nose. ”Daddy knows you'll be polite and mature; you show me what a good girl you are all the time, and I'm so proud off how trustworthy you've grown up to be.” 

He kissed her, softly at first, his hand sliding up to tangle in her hair and snog her more deeply. Elsie felt her fear fading; Daddy always kept her safe and happy, she trusted him so completely the word didn't even occur to her, it was just the nature of existence. He could always find some way to make her feel unafraid and loved, and kissing his little girl, hugging her tightly, pressing her against the hard pole in his pants, was working wonderfully.

With a little approving groan, he reluctantly broke the kiss and loosened his hold, asking, ”Feeling a bit better, little treasure?” She did, although now that she knew, it was hard not to stay a little scared. He kissed her forehead, and leaned over to slide her plate into her reach, making a small happy noise as the act pushed his private parts harder against his beloved daughter's bum. ”Come, my love; finish your food. You must still be hungry.”

That was true. Daddy wrapped his arms around her middle and turned her to face the table so that he was her seat now. He kissed and nuzzled her neck before continuing to pick at his own supper. His big hard thing nestled into her bum crack, and it was very distracting while they ate. Especially when he would occasionally rock his hips against her. By the time she couldn't eat any more, the sky was starting to colour with evening.

Elsie sat back against her father, closing her eyes and rubbing her tummy happily. It gave her the idea for a little joke; ”Thank you for filling me up so full again, Daddy; it was so lovely!” He groaned a little at this and burried his face in her neck, his arm around her waist tightening and his hand that had been about to bring him a chip returning to rest on the table. He breathed a few deep breaths, his private part against her butt pounding a racing heartbeat, before kissing her temple and saying, ”You're very welcome, my perfect darling.” and resuming his meal. 

She liked the way his thing reacted to her, and mischievously wiggled her bum against her father as he ate. Her little white garment rode up and she hoped that would tease him too, since he'd told her seeing her uncovered was something it liked. He chuckled an amused moan, knowing immediately that it hadn't been innocent shifting. ”Tomorrow, sweet love,” he answered her unasked question, ”I think you'll be rather too tired tonight. Would you like Daddy to read to you from your book before bed?”

”Good girls don't have to go to bed early,” but since she yawned halfway through she couldn't really bring herself to mean it. Even after her nap, the early light of the sunset was close enough to nighttime for her at the moment.

Daddy gave a little laugh and kissed the top of her head, ”Yes my gorgeous darling, but go get ready for bed all the same, hm?” he sent her off with a light pat to her bum that was much more caressing than usual. 

She went off to fetch Mr Bunsy and go to the washroom. By the time Daddy finished up in the kitchen and came upstairs, they were both getting into bed. ”This part,” Elsie showed Daddy the place she was up to in her book. She was much too old for bedtime stories and picture books, but Daddy's sublime voice would have made a million dollars on the radio, and she would much rather listen to him read than do so herself. He of course continued to indulge her, well past the age most parents would have expected to stop having to do bedtime readings, and he wouldn't have given it up for anything. His daughter slept soundly knowing her father watched over her as she drifted off, listening to the beautiful sound of him speaking.

Daddy took note of the spot she indicated, but then set the book aside, ”First things first,” he said as she climbed in between the new clean sheets. He placed his hand over hers before she pulled the blankets up, lowering them back down to the bed as he lowered himself to sit beside her on the edge. Then he came down to kiss her with slow passion, his elegant fingers trailing up her inner thigh and slipping under her nightdress.

Naked underneath, her father not having put any knickers on her when he dressed her, Elsie soon made a happy gasp as she tingled from his touch on her smooth cunny. His hand was like magic, and it was barely a handful of breaths before his daughter was moaning eagerly into his kiss. Without her training wheels, her legs jumped and clamped on daddy's hand as if trying to keep it from escaping. He hummed appreciatively, but stopped touching and soothed her legs, encouraging her to lay them back down. 

”See why we need training wheels, sweeting?” he whispered before resuming tonguing her mouth. Daddy gently pulled up her little white nightdress and slid his hand down from her tummy this time, over her smooth mound until his fingertip touched her hot 'button', as her daddy called it. Her legs jumped again from the shock of sparking delight. Daddy chuckled.

”Hold one leg up with Mr Bunsy, precious,” he tucked one knee up under her arm that pinned her teddy rabbit to her chest. Elsie helped spread herself for him, Daddy holding one leg gently down while she held the other up, his other hand pressing, stroking, pinching, teasing her nub, while his mouth found her nipple as if her night dress wasn't in the way.

Elsie moaned and shook and clutched her stuffed toy and leg so tight, trying to be good for Daddy and give him access as he quickly built her up. He felt so good, but the empty feeling inside her clenched.

”Please, Daddy,” she panted, tired and struggling to phrase how she felt, ”please, Daddy, inside, inside please!”

Daddy moaned into her nipple before releasing it, ”Tomorrow, precious; your perfect little cunny needs a rest after your long day, but Daddy will make lots of love to you tomorrow, I promise. For now,” he sped up his motions and elicited a pleasured whine from his daughter, arching into his hand trying to get him to move lower to where she needed him, ”cum on Daddy's fingers with your pretty little pearl like a good girl, that's it love, oh Elsie you're so cute when you cum for Daddy...” 

With a squeak into Mr Bunsy's worn ear, Elsie came once again in little splashes of her cunny, which Daddy bent to clean up with his tongue, moaning like it was delicious. ”Such a good girl for me,” he whispered against her slit and gave her bud a soft kiss. He took her leg down from her unresisting hand as she panted and recovered, straightened her nightdress and tucked her in tenderly, smoothed back her hair and kissed her forehead, then her lips in a slow passionate snog. Elsie liked having a bedtime kiss with tongue, although it still reminded her how much she wanted Daddy's thing in her cunny, too.

Daddy sat back on the edge of the bed and began to read from where she showed him, his gorgeous voice soothing through her ears as she drifted away, feeling more perfectly loved by her father than ever. Elsie hugged her teddy tight, even though she rarely slept holding it these days, and snuggled in, trying to fall asleep as quickly as possible for tomorrow to come.