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EDIT: BIG thanks to those suggesting important tags!
To clarify for anyone unsure/unclear, I wrote the entire entry myself (start to finish, in a day), and did make some minor edits to the AI generated pics to suit my preferences but WOULD rather work with an artist if they wanted to pair their work with stories. My narratives, theirs, both? Anyways, you guys are awesome. (Especially you, CAM)","writing":"\"Dear Diary, \nI'm annoyed I still don't have my thoughts organized well enough to keep writing straight all the time. I picked up the habit of using \"...\" everytime I pause to think or walk around the room and doing it in pen means its' permanent... SEE?? That one wasn't even intentional, it's so automatic. Whatever, I give up... I have a confession to make. I haven't written about it because I didn't want to risk getting found out... but I'm in love with my dad.\nI know what you're going to say! \"You're too young!\" \"He's too old!\" \"He should know better!\" \"You don't have enough life experience-!\" Blah blah blah! YEAH?! Well, who cares?? This is my life and you don't know me. You don't know how hard it was watching him, being a confused cub and badgering him about when mommy was coming home. The crying.\n\nI don't know how I got it in my head that if I \"acted like mommy\" that he might feel better... Maybe something from the guys coming to visit saying something about \"having a girl in the house isn't the same as having a woman in the house...\" I guess I thought, \"Why not? I'm a girl, but I could be a woman.\"\nI don't remember how I knew this, maybe I'd walked in on them once, but I knew what sex was and that mommy used to do it for him while he laid in bed. One morning I was up extra early, with not even a hint of sun outside, and climbed into Daddy's bed. His morning wood was so firm and straight I thought he had a toy or something. I pulled away the covers... carefully... and saw it. That magnificent warm cock. The smell hit me with such force the first time I smelled it that I wrinkled my nose and started pulling away. Then it hit me. A wave of... something~... something primal ♥♥♥. \n\nIt started deep in my stomach and rushed like electricity through my body as I got goosebumps. I stopped pulling away, but still wrinkled my nose, the smell still too intense for me to experience unmitigated. I tried to make sense of the sudden combination of sensations and struggled to find any. In my naive understanding at the time I remember thinking, \"Daddy's cock must be magic!\" I think I spent a good twenty minutes just poking, smelling, and staring at the hypnotic throbbing bobbing his member. Daddy's cock was big, even then, so I took a second to stack pillows on either side of his hips. This let me stand high enough to point his tip at my virgin pussy and lower myself down onto it.\n\nMy Daddy's cock had just claimed my virginity. I may be able to smile and feel arousal at this thought now... and really appreciate how lucky I am... but at the time I thought it might be the worst mistake of my life. When it hurt and I bled, I panicked, trying to quickly and quietly run to the bathroom as I held a hand over my aching pussy. I was mortified that I might have done something so wrong that I had hurt myself badly, even briefly wondering if maybe Daddy's cock was supposed to go in my ass. It does now... and fits quite perfectly, but we'll get to that.\n\nI was so confused. Scared and embarrassed as I cleaned myself and tried to feel around for any sign of \"the owie.\" I think I even had a band-aid pulled out, figuring I could stuff it up inside me to fix it once I located it. But the blood seemed to be coming from \"everywhere inside\" and only coated my digits as my fear deepened and the horror of what I'd done to myself briefly escalating. The bleeding slowed in short order, as I discovered from wiping myself out several times, each a little thinner. It eventually subsided completely of course, but my bloody fingers and running tears likely would've horrified my Dad if I'd woken him up during that moment of limbo, being unsure if I was going to die for a stupid mistake or something else entirely... Thankfully I kept my sobbing moments of weakness quiet as I kept telling myself I could still wake him up if I got worse. I didn't. So I decided I'd take \"my 'sponsibilities\" for the mess and set to work. I cleaned myself up first, using soap and water in my bathroom so I didn't make too much noise. I cleaned him up carefully and quietly next, put the pillows back, covered him up, hid away the bloody wipes by taking them to my toilet and flushing them away, and went back to bed. And while I'd already cried briefly at the idea of having to wake Daddy for what, at the time, seemed to be such a silly mistake... I still felt so stupid and cried myself to sleep.\n\nThe next few days I was pretty quiet and pensive. Daddy could tell something was bothering me at the time. He held me close, hugged me, kissed my head... I'm pretty sure He thought I was depressed about Mom but I was still trying to figure out why something was off. Now when he hugged me, I got more than just the warm fuzzies of love. I got a tingle. Not as strong as the smell that night, but enough for me to make the connection to it. It was always there now, whispering alongside every touch and intimate moment we shared. A few days later, I simply couldn't sleep. My aching pussy from all the wiping had gone and was replaced by a sense of mystery. All I could think about was what I might have missed or simply didn't know. Why did Daddy's touch give me so many little extra tingles now? Was his cock really magic? Had I really done something wrong or was I supposed to push through it and bleed? \"Maybe that's why his cock is so red?\" ~ My little cub brain thought. \"Daddy said mommy was tough. So I should be tough too if I wanna be a woman like mommy.\"\n\nI got up, grabbed wipes first this time, but was disappointed to find Daddy's hips turned as he'd slept on his side that night his tip pressed firmly into the bed. Not unlike a kickstand now that I think about it... hehe♥. Still, as I pulled back the covers to expose his hard-on, the scent of him washed over me and the wave hit me again... but it was different... SO different ~♥♥♥. I felt excited. I felt alive. To be near this... I dunno- \"vibrant\"... THING so full of energy that it radiated warmth and pulsed rhythmically. I still had to scrunch my nose to slow how much of it I smelled at once but the smell was getting to me, filling me with a need I couldn't describe. I leaned down and began exploring it gently while Daddy slept. Touching. Stroking. Smelling. (I think this is why I love burying my nose in Daddy's crotch so much now... it brings me such bliss to wake up to that smell, hug his thighs and-\nI just realized I'm getting distracted. Adding parenthesis to this bit because it's not part of the story. Getting back on track now.)\n\nAnd finally... licking. The first lick didn't taste like much. I'd licked him like a popsicle, and while the warmth on my tongue made me think of hot cocoa at first, I was disappointed it wasn't sweet like either of those things. But then I licked again, and it tasted a bit different. There was a flavor there, if not subtle and reserved, unlocked only through further licking. Giving a few more licks of curiosity to see how far the flavor would evolve, it seems to reach a steady taste of something mild, yet nutritious. I...\n\nOkay don't laugh, but at the time... I thought it tasted kinda like chicken...\n\n...\nC'mon, I said don't laugh! \n\nAnyways, I don't like or dislike it, it's just a flavor... but then I feel a little wet spot against my thumb. I didn't know at the time he was leaking pre, but I was worried I had made him pee the bed a little. I quickly grab the wipes and while feeling stupid that I might have made another mess I do feel a measure of smarts for being better prepared. I clean it more thoroughly to try and avoid it soaking into the sheet, expecting Daddy would be mad (or at least upset) since he got upset (at me, I thought at the time, because I'm little and it's always about me, Heh~) when I pee'd the bed by accident. I realize it doesn't smell like pee... and my curious little brain goes \"Well it *must* be pee, nothing else comes out but pee, right? Why does this Daddy pee smell so different than normal Daddy pee?\" ...\n... so I lick the wipe... It tastes different than I expect but its' masked and overshadowed by the taste of the wipe. Look, I dunno if it's a normal thing for kids, but I knew what MY pee tasted like because I was curious-and it was super gross-and I never did it again-but I remember thinking, \"This Daddy pee doesn't taste bad.\"\n\nSo I... carefully put my hand under his tip to keep it off the bed, then lean down and lick his cock until until I feel a bead of warm liquid land in my palm. I'm still nervous, hesitant about the prospect of discovering it was, in fact, still pee and the wipe had just been protecting me from the brunt of it somehow. But it smells different. Not bad. Not great. Just unique. But then I lick it. And it's savory, and just a bit salty. It makes me think of butter but its' light... and refreshing. I take a second, much more confident lick. It's nice~♥. It isn't long before I'm licking his tip directly, in the palm of my hand, and savoring every bead of pre he's giving me.\n\nAt some point along the way I noticed that his balls would occasionally rise slightly, shortly followed by the pre. I wondered if all this yumminess was kept in there and watched it for several minutes between licks. I couldn't know at the time, but his cock stiffened and gave a slightly larger pearl of pre after a particularly long volley of licks. I must've been edging him terribly in his sleep as I'd wait until the stiffness subsided before lapping up the pre and he'd grow stiff again, likely moments away from release. I'm making things up as I go, so I start wondering if it simply produced more \"tasty pee\" while extra stiff, I decide to keep licking for one volley when he stiffens and am met with the inevitable prize for such efforts. \n\nHis balls lunge with a jerk against the base of his shaft instead of the usual lazy rise! I don't have time to consider it before I feel a sudden blast of hot liquid shoot from his tip with such force that my cupped hand simply enables it to jump up, away, and escape the bed entirely. Multiple jets of cum fire from his tip as his body tightens, his hips pushing forward and pinning my hand to the bed as my other hand covers my mouth in shock. My eyes dart frantically between the mess suddenly being made, the pool of white stuff filling my little hand as its' pinned to the bed. I pull gently for a moment, but the tip follows my curled palm and keeps firing volleys of thick jizz. Gaw, thinking back it actually makes me horny now. It looked like gallons to me. Anyways, when it isn't simply laying the thick ropes across the bed and bedroom floor it puddles in my tiny scared-stiff hand! It's too much and my 'cup' inevitably overflows with cum. I panic and try to reach for the wipes under myself with my free hand. I grab them, but my foot slips and I fall off the bed! The thump to my rump isn't too bad, my handful of spunk clutched shut but dripping briefly on my stomach chest and face! I hear him inhale and stir, and a fear takes me as I cup the dripping hand and quickly crawl under the bed with the wipes in hand and can't help holding my breath.\n\nI hear him grumble and shift. It seems like he's going to go back to sleep. I hear nothing for a short while... then abruptly he moves, muttering, \"Wha- oh... gawdammit.\" I think he was rolling his eyes as he got up, \"... a *really* nice dream.\" I stayed silent and perfectly still, the new smell of his cum burning into my mind as I worried I'd be discovered and get in big trouble for the mess. But instead, he went to the restroom, I heard him peeing (which obviously meant that I was right... this wasn't normal Daddy pee) and he came back, dabbing up the mess himself before laying back down in bed. It isn't until I hear him snore softly, shift, then grow silent that I muster the will to move. My nose is all but acclimated to the smell of this white mystery substance that vaguely resembles milk. I decide it smarter to keep waiting and make sure he's deep asleep... and I'm stuck until it's been \"long enough\"... and the thick sticky stuff smells so potent... I lick it out of my palm. It is a *strong* salty and savory flavor and I wince. Had I not already been getting used to the savory complexion of his pre I'm sure I would've gagged from the thought of salty milk. But it was so silky in the way it coated my tongue and throat. Strangely slick yet almost lumpy. Wet and thick. \"Slimy, yet satisfying...\" (Simbafirstcrushdontfugginjudgeme.) \n...\n\nOkay fine, quick tangent:\nI would TOTALLY fight Nala for a chance to have his cubs! They'd have to rename his COCK \"PRIDE ROCK!~\" from how long I'd keep him rock hard and with the absolute ~pride~ of lion cubs I'd give that delicious golden god every waking moment of my life! Like don't get me wrong, I am 100% my Daddy's girl, but I would be Simba's *bitch*!\n\nSorry, tangent over. Back to cum tasting.\nSo, after some time processing... analyzing... swallowing... I decide it's not bad at all. I like it. It's warm and delicious. Salty and Buttery. I don't know if I thought of this then, or if the inspiration came later, but I only eat popcorn with my Daddy's 'special topping' now. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.\n\nSo I briefly consider wiping myself and my clothes to clean up quick, so I'm not looking suspicious if he catches me. But the more I think about the possibility of Daddy catching me when I try to escape, the more I realize it's smarter to simply go slow, lick it all up, and leave the wipes under the bed. That way he's more likely to be asleep. So I lay there, lapping up the fruits of my effort, genuinely savoring the flavor of my father's \"cock butter\" between every spread pair of digits. Sliding the drippings off my belly and into my mouth with my whole finger. Licking it off my pajama shirt. Between my breasts. On one nipple under my shirt... which made me excited enough to enjoy licking the other nipple for about as long even though there wasn't hardly any on it. Until eventually I was \"clean enough\" (even though my nipples were rock hard at the time and likely totally would've given me away) and finally crawled out from under the bed as quietly as I could. I stand up, and find Daddy is facing the other way in bed and from there I can finally hear his extra quiet snoring. I go back for the wipes, leaving no evidence, and sneak away quickly back to my room.\n\nI do NOT sleep that night... my mind racing over everything I'd just learned. I even occasionally continue to try and lick more off myself again for another taste, but I've cleaned it all off. Only my memory of it is strong enough to sustain my craving for the taste in my mouth as I ponder it all.\nIt was nearly a week later, I was managing to act a little more normal so Daddy wouldn't worry about me. But I felt a compulsion. I wanted to taste it again. That \"mysterious cock butter\" was so hot when it left his tip. I wanted to taste it fresh. I wanted all of it in my mouth instead of letting it get on the floor. \n\nI sneak back into his room one night and find him on his back again. Once more I pull the covers aside, and the smell hits me... but this time I don't scrunch my nose... I can feel it washing over my body... this warmth and energy! I shudder for a moment at the sensory overload and my body tingles all over. Even my pussy (which at the time I genuinely thought would only bring more stinging in contact with daddy's magic cock,) started to feel warm and I felt a subtle slickness in my little flower that was wholly new to me. That felt *really* good. The thought of trying to put him in my pussy again crosses my mind, but I decide I want to try it *after* getting his cock milk first. It's tricky, I find, to lean over him and lick his tip without putting any pressure on his body and risk waking him. The pillows I lean on threaten to shift under me and I keep both my hands out to steady myself as I keep licking his tip. I'm sure that the irregular pace of my licking and the lack of sufficient warmth on his tip kept him from cumming at the time, despite me placing my mouth over his tip several times when he stiffened, licking up the budding pre. \n\nSlightly annoyed, I decide to try mounting him again. I would have *something* to show for tonight, I thought to myself. I prepare myself for the stinging and blood again. My panic briefly wells my eyes as I ignore my urge to pull away, but I swallow and glance at the wipes beside the pillows. I was in control. I would be tough. Sure it hurt the first time... but I'd gotten through it. \"Maybe holding it in would keep my blood from coming out?\" I thought. My naive little cub brain is comforted enough by the idea that I decide this must be right. All I had to do was keep him inside me to keep my blood inside me. Then I'd be fine. I take a bracing breath and very... VERY slowly... lower myself down, bracing for more of that tearing sensation. The warm tip feels nice against my petals and parts them with the same grace it had the first time. My arms start to tremble and I hug my chest as I stand back up to steady myself. So far so good. \n\nI lower back down, feeling the coolness of my wetness on his tip before the wave of warmth emanating from his core. Lower. His tip widens my entrance and I can feel his pulse, the tip's subtle dance against my inner space giving me an intimate insight to his heartbeat... a strangely calming sensation despite my own practically pounding out of my chest. I consider standing again, but my trembling legs seem to suggest if I keep hesitating I might never get there. I decide to press on and instead of dipping toes in the water, that it is time to jump into the pool. \"Here it comes!\" I mentally scream in both fear and battle cry. \"I will be a woman! For my Daddy!\" and can't help but squeak in the heat of the moment as I lower myself down! I feel my flower stretch over his massive tip and my body shudders in what I assumed was fear, but was really just my little muscles growing weak from my very slow start and the deepening squat on the pillows. But there is no pain. Or at least, *nothing* like the first time. It doesn't hurt! Had I not gone deep enough? Was I bleeding and didn't even know? If so, could I even tell the difference between the new wetness of my pussy and fresh blood?? I release my breasts to put my hands on my knees and use significant effort to push myself up and look down between my fluffy tits. \"Blood!\" I worry briefly as I'm staring at the shining red rod, illuminated only by the subtle light of the nightlight in the cracked bathroom door. I touch it and look at my digit. \"Not blood!\" I check again, finding it's a clear liquid simply making his cock shine. I bet I had the stupidest look of pride on my face in that moment. I had \"figured out sex, all by myself\" and pushed back down, still wary of being hurt, but finding the stretching a much more tolerable discomfort than tearing. Up and down. Stretch and relax. All the while my legs trembling, barely able to hold myself up anymore as my hands push on my knees to keep me going. I was doing sex! And it didn't hurt! If it wasn't for the significant stretching and punishment I was putting my legs through, I likely would've made myself orgasm *before* what happened next.\n\nI'm starting to reach my limit, my bouncing motions getting shorter as I let my stretching pussy hold me up to give my dying legs what little break I could. I look down near the bottom of my thrust and see a tiny bump in my belly. I'm briefly confused, but after touching it, I realize it's the tip of Daddy's cock bulging my belly and I beam with pride. That was probably a good time to stop. I could tell Daddy all about \"how good I was at sex\" in the morning. \n\nI lean and push hard, even flexing my pussy to push it out as I tremor and push myself up to the height of my stance and realize... the pillows had sank into the bed. I've still got several inches of that extremely stiff and thick cock to get out of me and I can't stand any taller without stepping up onto Daddy's hips! I try not to panic, catching my breath and consider jumping off. I take a careful descent... and bounce up! The jump is close, I have one leg off a pillow, but an inch stays in and I have to catch myself by bending my legs and tightening my pussy to slow my descent as my legs briefly give out. My legs burn. I am worried I'll have to fall backward onto the bed, bounce, and hope I can leave the room before Daddy gets his bearings! ACK! I look back and realize I can't see where they're laying! He's barely starting to stir! Jumping is my only option! I try again! And again! A pillow slips out of one pile in my clumsy attempt to catch myself and keep jumping! It's now even more impossible! He's still asleep! Quickly! If I can just get one perfect pushoff! Maybe! Six jumps! Seven! Eight! Nine! Te-\n\nDaddy's grunts as his hips abruptly start thrusting in place and I cover my mouth in shock as I'm sure he's awake! Yet his eyes never open, but his face scrunches up as his thrusting starts to leave the bed and my feet leave the pillows! I inhale in what is meant to become a squeal at the sudden stretching, but with my legs as useful as noodles and his speedy bucking only getting higher and faster, I feel a sensitive inner place become violated ruthlessly by his engorged tip as the bulb of his knot, mercifully, keeps my womb from tearing. Which may not be a thing, but boy, it was intense enough in that moment that I would've believed it could if you told me. Each thrust knocking the wind out of me and my breasts bouncing in time to his thrusts threatens to put his knot in me! God I love that knot so much. It's the fuggin' best thing in the world. I wish I was still that small so I could still hang off of it while he walked around the house. \n\nAnyways, he's bucking wildly and finally stiffens as he blows his load right into me! It felt like liquid metal had been poured into my belly! It hurt, and yet I wanted it! His pause in thrusting finally let my tight throat and partial breath make a noise that probably sounded something like a surprised squeak, and moan, and a cry of pain all at once. Daddy opens his eyes, and his pupils are feral as he grabs my hips and holds himself against me as another gush of cum fills my belly with burning heat and I squeak in a mix of pain and ecstasy again! His eyes got really big then. I'm thinking he had been dreaming and started to realize this part wasn't a dream. He seemed frozen, despite his hands no longer holding me down, yet not fully lifting me off either as another gush of cum fills me and I groan in discomfort as my young womb can't take much more! \n\nThankfully Daddy pulls me off and sits up, holding me over the side of the bed as his climax continues, his face scrunching as he starts to piece together the moment. I think there was a moment of horror as he realized the same cum firing from his tip across the bedroom was flowing freely out of his little girl's pussy. Hee hee ♥ He slides off the bed, his climax stopped early from his mounting concern, lowering to one knee as he lowers me down, stammering, \"Oh gods~ S-sweetie?? W-what-??\" He was clearly trying to let go of me so I could stand on my own if I wanted, but since my legs were jello I just collapsed and he only barely caught me from going all the way to floor under one arm. \"Sh-Shit!\"\n\nThat word scared me at the time. I thought it meant there was trouble. Big trouble. \"You don't swear unless it's important.\" At least that's what Daddy used to say. He laid me down and hovered over me as I caught my breath for a few moments my eyes wide and already bleary from welling at the stress my body endured. He asked in confusion, \"A-Are you alright, baby??\" and then, with my overflowing eyes, aching body, and Daddy looking so scared... I started to cry. I started to cry so hard... the pent up shame from before coming back in full force... from the fear that I'd messed something up... that I was in big trouble... that my body was at its' limit... that I'd lost control of the situation... At first he covered his mouth in horror, backing away,\"S-sweetie -Aye- I don't-!!\" but him moving away made me reach for him, still he retreated for what felt like a painful moment stretched into eternity as we stared at each other. I arched my back lifting my chest slightly and tried harder to reach for him as I sobbed.\n\nSomething clicked and he immediately moved back to curl over me, holding me so tightly, yet so gently, as he trembled and stroked my head as he muttered softly, hastily, \"I-I've got you Baby. You'll be okay.\" his own voice leaking pain in his tone, \"I've got you.\" I'm not sure I have felt the need to hug him as hard as I did in that moment... irrationally terrified that he might leave me there if I didn't. \n\nWe held each other like that for a long... long time.\n\nEventually I stopped crying full sobs and panted through soft groans as I kept wiping my face on his shoulder, making a right awful mess of his fur. He didn't seem to care though. He waited until I finally relaxed enough to uncurl and lay on the floor, looking up at him. His own eyes bleary as he asked with a crack in his voice that I refuse to be the cause of ever.. and I mean FUCKING EVER... again, \"Are you okay, baby? Did I hurt you?\"\n\nAnd I'm dumb, I don't take this to mean he was talking about the fucking, I'm thinking he means the dropping part. My confusion comes through less than my shame and I sound more like I'm trying to avoid making him upset. \"N-no?\" He's clearly freaked but confused by my answer, \"What do you mean, Sweetie? Y-you were crying really bad just now. Are you sure??\" \n\nI take inventory as I breath and look about us for a second, still confused, but calming, \"O-only a little bit-\" He covers his mouth as he clearly wants to pull away and his eyes pinch shut, tears falling past my neck. I continue, a bit of worry coming back into my tone though finally getting my confusion center stage for him, \"But you wanted to catch me! You did it to catch me?\" He looked down at me, his hand pulling away from his mouth, and he asked, \"What?\"\nI repeat, still worried, but repeat the comment made question, \"You did it to catch me?\" I raise the arm. \n\nIt clicks, \"Your arm??\" his hand comes down to rest gently on my shoulder, feeling it. I know now that he was probably making sure it wasn't dislocated, but at the time I thought he was being silly and patting it like he'd ripped it off and put it back on. \"Your arm hurts? What about-\" he looks me over, his furrowed worry tightly knit into his brow. Momentarily fixated by the flow of cum pooling around my ass, (a feeling I'm rather fond of now that I'm thinking about it again! I haven't really gotten to enjoy it lately! I'm gonna go ask Daddy to knot me for an hour just so I can enjoy that feeling again when I'm done writing this entry. Where was I? Oh! Right-) \"What about... anything else?\"\n\nI'm panting, looking down, watching my chest rise and fall for a moment, his hand checking my shoulder starts to tickle a little, but I'm still taking inventory so it doesn't reach my face yet. I coo softly and evenly, \"My... my legs are tired.\" \n\nAn unforgettable mix of confusion, relief, yet disbelief fills his face and a smile breaks into the side of his mouth, \"Y-your legs are tired?\"\n\nThe subtle smile and the subtle tickle from his hand as it comes to rest above my shoulder reaches my face as I nod back, \"Yeah. Rilly, rilly tired.\"\nHe half-laughs, \"R-really really tired, huh? A-and that's... that's all?\" \nI'm loving how close Daddy is to me in this moment, my hands pulling me up to hug him closer as I nod my head against his chest wordlessly.\n\nHis other arm sweeps under my back and whisks me off the floor as he stands and lifts me to rest my head on his shoulder. I nuzzle my nose against his neck and try, in vain like usual, to wrap my legs around him as I feel a warmth rush over my sensitive clit. I'm sure it must have tickled his stomach as he chuckled softly and held me close as he paced the room. \"I-if you're sure, baby. I've got you. Rest your legs.\" he offers lovingly.\n\n\"No.\" I say with playful defiance. He smiles, turning his head toward me, but keeps me close,\n\"No? You said your legs are tired.\"\n\"No.\" I repeat and pull harder against him. Maybe I wasn't in trouble? Maybe everything was just fine.\n\"Your legs are trembling, baby.\" He says with a growing mix of relief and humor, I don't say anything for a bit as he keeps pacing, before finally stating a third time...\n...\n\"No.\" \n\nHe took a picture because he wanted to never take me for granted and remember this moment even if we grew apart when I grew up. I've kept it because... we never did. It's from later that night as as we kneeled on the bed and I was letting his scent rile me up again as he did his best to explain what was happening to me and to not feel shame for not knowing everything. After all, I was only five.\n\n...\n\nWe've been far more than just father and daughter ever since. I love my Daddy. I love him enough that that even the idea of him being hurt, or leaving, leaves me with such powerful feelings... Maybe I AM young and hormonal... maybe I AM only operating out of a limited life experience. If he thinks we're not healthy and wants to part ways sometime later in life... gods, I'm starting to cry just writing that... then he gets to feel that way and I'd let him go. But it'd probably be one of the hardest things I ever did. I love him so much. I want to take care of HIM someday, like he's taken care of me. I owe him that much I think.\n\nMaybe it makes me a horrible child... but Mom, if you're reading this... or can hear my thoughts somehow... I'm really sorry you didn't get to live your full life with Daddy. I feel just... so flipping lucky to have him. And you did so much good for him. I'm still not sure I'll ever live up to your kind of standard. But I do try to be my best... for myself... for you... and for him. \n\nI don't know if you would've shared him with me... that's not usually how things work out for families I've noticed. I feel awful for thinking this, given how much it still pains Daddy to this day, but... don't take this the wrong way when I say... I am glad that... when you left... Daddy and I could find... *us.* And we could have the chance to start another family of our own. He's going to impregnate me for my 16th birthday. It's all I've asked for since I started having periods. I hope that... well if there is an afterlife... a heaven... anything... that we can find each other there. Maybe he wouldn't have to hurt so much from missing you every time he looks at me. Sometimes I wonder, if given the choice with no strings attached... It would hurt, but I guess I would understand. He still talks so fondly about you after all, even all these years later... Or, I don't know, maybe we could be a family again. A closer one. And I can have a chance to repay the favor to you! After all, I owe you for bringing me into the world, and...\n... and handing me such a beautiful- \nFuck, I'm crying...\na beautiful life.\n\n---\n\nDaddy just came in without word, held me until I stopped crying, and only left after we kissed and I let him go. Didn't say a thing. Didn't need to. I would die for that man. Even if he wouldn't dare ask me to. Alright... THAT might be the irrational hormones and inexperience talking... but still... until further notice... that is how I feel. Jeez this was just supposed to be a diary entry, not a letter to Mom. Whatever.\np.s. Mom, rest easy... I'm going to continue doing my best to make sure he has a life filled with joy... and it starts... with asking him to knot me for an hour WHILE I massage his feet...\n\n---\n\nParty is over and looking back in my diary since it's my 16th birthday. Found this entry. Still love you, Mom. He still misses you dearly, but I'm steadily building that life of joy I promised and I think he's genuinely happy. I'm going right now, to have him mate me... be back soon...\n\nHere are pictures from me receiving my present. Couldn't help but think of you in the moment and try to thank you, Mom. He was being so tender and sweet it sent shivers up my spine and melted my heart. Once he's done setting up, he's promised to 'kidnap' me for a play date. Thank you, for everything. (And don't worry, as soon as we've had this baby, I intend to make him \"the happiest Daddy ever\" all over again and again.) \n... and I'm tearing up. Heh. oop. I hear familiar footsteps. I should go before he get's all the way here, looks over my shoulder to make sure it's not important homework, and\n\n---\n\nbest! Birthday! EVER! ~furghamasdilovidum~ I dunno what that word is but it needed to come out. I'm still woozy from having MULTIPLE HOURS of absolutely mindblowing sex! Fuck! I should've gotten pictures! Next time, diary! Next time...\n\nOh fuck, I think I hear Daddy again?! A-are we not done?? Is there more? \nMaybe not? S'quiet again. Guess he walked past my room. I thought so, figured we were d","writing_bbcode_parsed":""Dear Diary,
I'm annoyed I still don't have my thoughts organized well enough to keep writing straight all the time. I picked up the habit of using "..." everytime I pause to think or walk around the room and doing it in pen means its' permanent... SEE?? That one wasn't even intentional, it's so automatic. Whatever, I give up... I have a confession to make. I haven't written about it because I didn't want to risk getting found out... but I'm in love with my dad.
I know what you're going to say! "You're too young!" "He's too old!" "He should know better!" "You don't have enough life experience-!" Blah blah blah! YEAH?! Well, who cares?? This is my life and you don't know me. You don't know how hard it was watching him, being a confused cub and badgering him about when mommy was coming home. The crying.
I don't know how I got it in my head that if I "acted like mommy" that he might feel better... Maybe something from the guys coming to visit saying something about "having a girl in the house isn't the same as having a woman in the house..." I guess I thought, "Why not? I'm a girl, but I could be a woman."
I don't remember how I knew this, maybe I'd walked in on them once, but I knew what sex was and that mommy used to do it for him while he laid in bed. One morning I was up extra early, with not even a hint of sun outside, and climbed into Daddy's bed. His morning wood was so firm and straight I thought he had a toy or something. I pulled away the covers... carefully... and saw it. That magnificent warm cock. The smell hit me with such force the first time I smelled it that I wrinkled my nose and started pulling away. Then it hit me. A wave of... something~... something primal ♥♥♥.
It started deep in my stomach and rushed like electricity through my body as I got goosebumps. I stopped pulling away, but still wrinkled my nose, the smell still too intense for me to experience unmitigated. I tried to make sense of the sudden combination of sensations and struggled to find any. In my naive understanding at the time I remember thinking, "Daddy's cock must be magic!" I think I spent a good twenty minutes just poking, smelling, and staring at the hypnotic throbbing bobbing his member. Daddy's cock was big, even then, so I took a second to stack pillows on either side of his hips. This let me stand high enough to point his tip at my virgin pussy and lower myself down onto it.
My Daddy's cock had just claimed my virginity. I may be able to smile and feel arousal at this thought now... and really appreciate how lucky I am... but at the time I thought it might be the worst mistake of my life. When it hurt and I bled, I panicked, trying to quickly and quietly run to the bathroom as I held a hand over my aching pussy. I was mortified that I might have done something so wrong that I had hurt myself badly, even briefly wondering if maybe Daddy's cock was supposed to go in my ass. It does now... and fits quite perfectly, but we'll get to that.
I was so confused. Scared and embarrassed as I cleaned myself and tried to feel around for any sign of "the owie." I think I even had a band-aid pulled out, figuring I could stuff it up inside me to fix it once I located it. But the blood seemed to be coming from "everywhere inside" and only coated my digits as my fear deepened and the horror of what I'd done to myself briefly escalating. The bleeding slowed in short order, as I discovered from wiping myself out several times, each a little thinner. It eventually subsided completely of course, but my bloody fingers and running tears likely would've horrified my Dad if I'd woken him up during that moment of limbo, being unsure if I was going to die for a stupid mistake or something else entirely... Thankfully I kept my sobbing moments of weakness quiet as I kept telling myself I could still wake him up if I got worse. I didn't. So I decided I'd take "my 'sponsibilities" for the mess and set to work. I cleaned myself up first, using soap and water in my bathroom so I didn't make too much noise. I cleaned him up carefully and quietly next, put the pillows back, covered him up, hid away the bloody wipes by taking them to my toilet and flushing them away, and went back to bed. And while I'd already cried briefly at the idea of having to wake Daddy for what, at the time, seemed to be such a silly mistake... I still felt so stupid and cried myself to sleep.
The next few days I was pretty quiet and pensive. Daddy could tell something was bothering me at the time. He held me close, hugged me, kissed my head... I'm pretty sure He thought I was depressed about Mom but I was still trying to figure out why something was off. Now when he hugged me, I got more than just the warm fuzzies of love. I got a tingle. Not as strong as the smell that night, but enough for me to make the connection to it. It was always there now, whispering alongside every touch and intimate moment we shared. A few days later, I simply couldn't sleep. My aching pussy from all the wiping had gone and was replaced by a sense of mystery. All I could think about was what I might have missed or simply didn't know. Why did Daddy's touch give me so many little extra tingles now? Was his cock really magic? Had I really done something wrong or was I supposed to push through it and bleed? "Maybe that's why his cock is so red?" ~ My little cub brain thought. "Daddy said mommy was tough. So I should be tough too if I wanna be a woman like mommy."
I got up, grabbed wipes first this time, but was disappointed to find Daddy's hips turned as he'd slept on his side that night his tip pressed firmly into the bed. Not unlike a kickstand now that I think about it... hehe♥. Still, as I pulled back the covers to expose his hard-on, the scent of him washed over me and the wave hit me again... but it was different... SO different ~♥♥♥. I felt excited. I felt alive. To be near this... I dunno- "vibrant"... THING so full of energy that it radiated warmth and pulsed rhythmically. I still had to scrunch my nose to slow how much of it I smelled at once but the smell was getting to me, filling me with a need I couldn't describe. I leaned down and began exploring it gently while Daddy slept. Touching. Stroking. Smelling. (I think this is why I love burying my nose in Daddy's crotch so much now... it brings me such bliss to wake up to that smell, hug his thighs and-
I just realized I'm getting distracted. Adding parenthesis to this bit because it's not part of the story. Getting back on track now.)
And finally... licking. The first lick didn't taste like much. I'd licked him like a popsicle, and while the warmth on my tongue made me think of hot cocoa at first, I was disappointed it wasn't sweet like either of those things. But then I licked again, and it tasted a bit different. There was a flavor there, if not subtle and reserved, unlocked only through further licking. Giving a few more licks of curiosity to see how far the flavor would evolve, it seems to reach a steady taste of something mild, yet nutritious. I...
Okay don't laugh, but at the time... I thought it tasted kinda like chicken...
...
C'mon, I said don't laugh!
Anyways, I don't like or dislike it, it's just a flavor... but then I feel a little wet spot against my thumb. I didn't know at the time he was leaking pre, but I was worried I had made him pee the bed a little. I quickly grab the wipes and while feeling stupid that I might have made another mess I do feel a measure of smarts for being better prepared. I clean it more thoroughly to try and avoid it soaking into the sheet, expecting Daddy would be mad (or at least upset) since he got upset (at me, I thought at the time, because I'm little and it's always about me, Heh~) when I pee'd the bed by accident. I realize it doesn't smell like pee... and my curious little brain goes "Well it *must* be pee, nothing else comes out but pee, right? Why does this Daddy pee smell so different than normal Daddy pee?" ...
... so I lick the wipe... It tastes different than I expect but its' masked and overshadowed by the taste of the wipe. Look, I dunno if it's a normal thing for kids, but I knew what MY pee tasted like because I was curious-and it was super gross-and I never did it again-but I remember thinking, "This Daddy pee doesn't taste bad."
So I... carefully put my hand under his tip to keep it off the bed, then lean down and lick his cock until until I feel a bead of warm liquid land in my palm. I'm still nervous, hesitant about the prospect of discovering it was, in fact, still pee and the wipe had just been protecting me from the brunt of it somehow. But it smells different. Not bad. Not great. Just unique. But then I lick it. And it's savory, and just a bit salty. It makes me think of butter but its' light... and refreshing. I take a second, much more confident lick. It's nice~♥. It isn't long before I'm licking his tip directly, in the palm of my hand, and savoring every bead of pre he's giving me.
At some point along the way I noticed that his balls would occasionally rise slightly, shortly followed by the pre. I wondered if all this yumminess was kept in there and watched it for several minutes between licks. I couldn't know at the time, but his cock stiffened and gave a slightly larger pearl of pre after a particularly long volley of licks. I must've been edging him terribly in his sleep as I'd wait until the stiffness subsided before lapping up the pre and he'd grow stiff again, likely moments away from release. I'm making things up as I go, so I start wondering if it simply produced more "tasty pee" while extra stiff, I decide to keep licking for one volley when he stiffens and am met with the inevitable prize for such efforts.
His balls lunge with a jerk against the base of his shaft instead of the usual lazy rise! I don't have time to consider it before I feel a sudden blast of hot liquid shoot from his tip with such force that my cupped hand simply enables it to jump up, away, and escape the bed entirely. Multiple jets of cum fire from his tip as his body tightens, his hips pushing forward and pinning my hand to the bed as my other hand covers my mouth in shock. My eyes dart frantically between the mess suddenly being made, the pool of white stuff filling my little hand as its' pinned to the bed. I pull gently for a moment, but the tip follows my curled palm and keeps firing volleys of thick jizz. Gaw, thinking back it actually makes me horny now. It looked like gallons to me. Anyways, when it isn't simply laying the thick ropes across the bed and bedroom floor it puddles in my tiny scared-stiff hand! It's too much and my 'cup' inevitably overflows with cum. I panic and try to reach for the wipes under myself with my free hand. I grab them, but my foot slips and I fall off the bed! The thump to my rump isn't too bad, my handful of spunk clutched shut but dripping briefly on my stomach chest and face! I hear him inhale and stir, and a fear takes me as I cup the dripping hand and quickly crawl under the bed with the wipes in hand and can't help holding my breath.
I hear him grumble and shift. It seems like he's going to go back to sleep. I hear nothing for a short while... then abruptly he moves, muttering, "Wha- oh... gawdammit." I think he was rolling his eyes as he got up, "... a *really* nice dream." I stayed silent and perfectly still, the new smell of his cum burning into my mind as I worried I'd be discovered and get in big trouble for the mess. But instead, he went to the restroom, I heard him peeing (which obviously meant that I was right... this wasn't normal Daddy pee) and he came back, dabbing up the mess himself before laying back down in bed. It isn't until I hear him snore softly, shift, then grow silent that I muster the will to move. My nose is all but acclimated to the smell of this white mystery substance that vaguely resembles milk. I decide it smarter to keep waiting and make sure he's deep asleep... and I'm stuck until it's been "long enough"... and the thick sticky stuff smells so potent... I lick it out of my palm. It is a *strong* salty and savory flavor and I wince. Had I not already been getting used to the savory complexion of his pre I'm sure I would've gagged from the thought of salty milk. But it was so silky in the way it coated my tongue and throat. Strangely slick yet almost lumpy. Wet and thick. "Slimy, yet satisfying..." (Simbafirstcrushdontfugginjudgeme.)
...
Okay fine, quick tangent:
I would TOTALLY fight Nala for a chance to have his cubs! They'd have to rename his COCK "PRIDE ROCK!~" from how long I'd keep him rock hard and with the absolute ~pride~ of lion cubs I'd give that delicious golden god every waking moment of my life! Like don't get me wrong, I am 100% my Daddy's girl, but I would be Simba's *bitch*!
Sorry, tangent over. Back to cum tasting.
So, after some time processing... analyzing... swallowing... I decide it's not bad at all. I like it. It's warm and delicious. Salty and Buttery. I don't know if I thought of this then, or if the inspiration came later, but I only eat popcorn with my Daddy's 'special topping' now. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself.
So I briefly consider wiping myself and my clothes to clean up quick, so I'm not looking suspicious if he catches me. But the more I think about the possibility of Daddy catching me when I try to escape, the more I realize it's smarter to simply go slow, lick it all up, and leave the wipes under the bed. That way he's more likely to be asleep. So I lay there, lapping up the fruits of my effort, genuinely savoring the flavor of my father's "cock butter" between every spread pair of digits. Sliding the drippings off my belly and into my mouth with my whole finger. Licking it off my pajama shirt. Between my breasts. On one nipple under my shirt... which made me excited enough to enjoy licking the other nipple for about as long even though there wasn't hardly any on it. Until eventually I was "clean enough" (even though my nipples were rock hard at the time and likely totally would've given me away) and finally crawled out from under the bed as quietly as I could. I stand up, and find Daddy is facing the other way in bed and from there I can finally hear his extra quiet snoring. I go back for the wipes, leaving no evidence, and sneak away quickly back to my room.
I do NOT sleep that night... my mind racing over everything I'd just learned. I even occasionally continue to try and lick more off myself again for another taste, but I've cleaned it all off. Only my memory of it is strong enough to sustain my craving for the taste in my mouth as I ponder it all.
It was nearly a week later, I was managing to act a little more normal so Daddy wouldn't worry about me. But I felt a compulsion. I wanted to taste it again. That "mysterious cock butter" was so hot when it left his tip. I wanted to taste it fresh. I wanted all of it in my mouth instead of letting it get on the floor.
I sneak back into his room one night and find him on his back again. Once more I pull the covers aside, and the smell hits me... but this time I don't scrunch my nose... I can feel it washing over my body... this warmth and energy! I shudder for a moment at the sensory overload and my body tingles all over. Even my pussy (which at the time I genuinely thought would only bring more stinging in contact with daddy's magic cock,) started to feel warm and I felt a subtle slickness in my little flower that was wholly new to me. That felt *really* good. The thought of trying to put him in my pussy again crosses my mind, but I decide I want to try it *after* getting his cock milk first. It's tricky, I find, to lean over him and lick his tip without putting any pressure on his body and risk waking him. The pillows I lean on threaten to shift under me and I keep both my hands out to steady myself as I keep licking his tip. I'm sure that the irregular pace of my licking and the lack of sufficient warmth on his tip kept him from cumming at the time, despite me placing my mouth over his tip several times when he stiffened, licking up the budding pre.
Slightly annoyed, I decide to try mounting him again. I would have *something* to show for tonight, I thought to myself. I prepare myself for the stinging and blood again. My panic briefly wells my eyes as I ignore my urge to pull away, but I swallow and glance at the wipes beside the pillows. I was in control. I would be tough. Sure it hurt the first time... but I'd gotten through it. "Maybe holding it in would keep my blood from coming out?" I thought. My naive little cub brain is comforted enough by the idea that I decide this must be right. All I had to do was keep him inside me to keep my blood inside me. Then I'd be fine. I take a bracing breath and very... VERY slowly... lower myself down, bracing for more of that tearing sensation. The warm tip feels nice against my petals and parts them with the same grace it had the first time. My arms start to tremble and I hug my chest as I stand back up to steady myself. So far so good.
I lower back down, feeling the coolness of my wetness on his tip before the wave of warmth emanating from his core. Lower. His tip widens my entrance and I can feel his pulse, the tip's subtle dance against my inner space giving me an intimate insight to his heartbeat... a strangely calming sensation despite my own practically pounding out of my chest. I consider standing again, but my trembling legs seem to suggest if I keep hesitating I might never get there. I decide to press on and instead of dipping toes in the water, that it is time to jump into the pool. "Here it comes!" I mentally scream in both fear and battle cry. "I will be a woman! For my Daddy!" and can't help but squeak in the heat of the moment as I lower myself down! I feel my flower stretch over his massive tip and my body shudders in what I assumed was fear, but was really just my little muscles growing weak from my very slow start and the deepening squat on the pillows. But there is no pain. Or at least, *nothing* like the first time. It doesn't hurt! Had I not gone deep enough? Was I bleeding and didn't even know? If so, could I even tell the difference between the new wetness of my pussy and fresh blood?? I release my breasts to put my hands on my knees and use significant effort to push myself up and look down between my fluffy tits. "Blood!" I worry briefly as I'm staring at the shining red rod, illuminated only by the subtle light of the nightlight in the cracked bathroom door. I touch it and look at my digit. "Not blood!" I check again, finding it's a clear liquid simply making his cock shine. I bet I had the stupidest look of pride on my face in that moment. I had "figured out sex, all by myself" and pushed back down, still wary of being hurt, but finding the stretching a much more tolerable discomfort than tearing. Up and down. Stretch and relax. All the while my legs trembling, barely able to hold myself up anymore as my hands push on my knees to keep me going. I was doing sex! And it didn't hurt! If it wasn't for the significant stretching and punishment I was putting my legs through, I likely would've made myself orgasm *before* what happened next.
I'm starting to reach my limit, my bouncing motions getting shorter as I let my stretching pussy hold me up to give my dying legs what little break I could. I look down near the bottom of my thrust and see a tiny bump in my belly. I'm briefly confused, but after touching it, I realize it's the tip of Daddy's cock bulging my belly and I beam with pride. That was probably a good time to stop. I could tell Daddy all about "how good I was at sex" in the morning.
I lean and push hard, even flexing my pussy to push it out as I tremor and push myself up to the height of my stance and realize... the pillows had sank into the bed. I've still got several inches of that extremely stiff and thick cock to get out of me and I can't stand any taller without stepping up onto Daddy's hips! I try not to panic, catching my breath and consider jumping off. I take a careful descent... and bounce up! The jump is close, I have one leg off a pillow, but an inch stays in and I have to catch myself by bending my legs and tightening my pussy to slow my descent as my legs briefly give out. My legs burn. I am worried I'll have to fall backward onto the bed, bounce, and hope I can leave the room before Daddy gets his bearings! ACK! I look back and realize I can't see where they're laying! He's barely starting to stir! Jumping is my only option! I try again! And again! A pillow slips out of one pile in my clumsy attempt to catch myself and keep jumping! It's now even more impossible! He's still asleep! Quickly! If I can just get one perfect pushoff! Maybe! Six jumps! Seven! Eight! Nine! Te-
Daddy's grunts as his hips abruptly start thrusting in place and I cover my mouth in shock as I'm sure he's awake! Yet his eyes never open, but his face scrunches up as his thrusting starts to leave the bed and my feet leave the pillows! I inhale in what is meant to become a squeal at the sudden stretching, but with my legs as useful as noodles and his speedy bucking only getting higher and faster, I feel a sensitive inner place become violated ruthlessly by his engorged tip as the bulb of his knot, mercifully, keeps my womb from tearing. Which may not be a thing, but boy, it was intense enough in that moment that I would've believed it could if you told me. Each thrust knocking the wind out of me and my breasts bouncing in time to his thrusts threatens to put his knot in me! God I love that knot so much. It's the fuggin' best thing in the world. I wish I was still that small so I could still hang off of it while he walked around the house.
Anyways, he's bucking wildly and finally stiffens as he blows his load right into me! It felt like liquid metal had been poured into my belly! It hurt, and yet I wanted it! His pause in thrusting finally let my tight throat and partial breath make a noise that probably sounded something like a surprised squeak, and moan, and a cry of pain all at once. Daddy opens his eyes, and his pupils are feral as he grabs my hips and holds himself against me as another gush of cum fills my belly with burning heat and I squeak in a mix of pain and ecstasy again! His eyes got really big then. I'm thinking he had been dreaming and started to realize this part wasn't a dream. He seemed frozen, despite his hands no longer holding me down, yet not fully lifting me off either as another gush of cum fills me and I groan in discomfort as my young womb can't take much more!
Thankfully Daddy pulls me off and sits up, holding me over the side of the bed as his climax continues, his face scrunching as he starts to piece together the moment. I think there was a moment of horror as he realized the same cum firing from his tip across the bedroom was flowing freely out of his little girl's pussy. Hee hee ♥ He slides off the bed, his climax stopped early from his mounting concern, lowering to one knee as he lowers me down, stammering, "Oh gods~ S-sweetie?? W-what-??" He was clearly trying to let go of me so I could stand on my own if I wanted, but since my legs were jello I just collapsed and he only barely caught me from going all the way to floor under one arm. "Sh-Shit!"
That word scared me at the time. I thought it meant there was trouble. Big trouble. "You don't swear unless it's important." At least that's what Daddy used to say. He laid me down and hovered over me as I caught my breath for a few moments my eyes wide and already bleary from welling at the stress my body endured. He asked in confusion, "A-Are you alright, baby??" and then, with my overflowing eyes, aching body, and Daddy looking so scared... I started to cry. I started to cry so hard... the pent up shame from before coming back in full force... from the fear that I'd messed something up... that I was in big trouble... that my body was at its' limit... that I'd lost control of the situation... At first he covered his mouth in horror, backing away,"S-sweetie -Aye- I don't-!!" but him moving away made me reach for him, still he retreated for what felt like a painful moment stretched into eternity as we stared at each other. I arched my back lifting my chest slightly and tried harder to reach for him as I sobbed.
Something clicked and he immediately moved back to curl over me, holding me so tightly, yet so gently, as he trembled and stroked my head as he muttered softly, hastily, "I-I've got you Baby. You'll be okay." his own voice leaking pain in his tone, "I've got you." I'm not sure I have felt the need to hug him as hard as I did in that moment... irrationally terrified that he might leave me there if I didn't.
We held each other like that for a long... long time.
Eventually I stopped crying full sobs and panted through soft groans as I kept wiping my face on his shoulder, making a right awful mess of his fur. He didn't seem to care though. He waited until I finally relaxed enough to uncurl and lay on the floor, looking up at him. His own eyes bleary as he asked with a crack in his voice that I refuse to be the cause of ever.. and I mean FUCKING EVER... again, "Are you okay, baby? Did I hurt you?"
And I'm dumb, I don't take this to mean he was talking about the fucking, I'm thinking he means the dropping part. My confusion comes through less than my shame and I sound more like I'm trying to avoid making him upset. "N-no?" He's clearly freaked but confused by my answer, "What do you mean, Sweetie? Y-you were crying really bad just now. Are you sure??"
I take inventory as I breath and look about us for a second, still confused, but calming, "O-only a little bit-" He covers his mouth as he clearly wants to pull away and his eyes pinch shut, tears falling past my neck. I continue, a bit of worry coming back into my tone though finally getting my confusion center stage for him, "But you wanted to catch me! You did it to catch me?" He looked down at me, his hand pulling away from his mouth, and he asked, "What?"
I repeat, still worried, but repeat the comment made question, "You did it to catch me?" I raise the arm.
It clicks, "Your arm??" his hand comes down to rest gently on my shoulder, feeling it. I know now that he was probably making sure it wasn't dislocated, but at the time I thought he was being silly and patting it like he'd ripped it off and put it back on. "Your arm hurts? What about-" he looks me over, his furrowed worry tightly knit into his brow. Momentarily fixated by the flow of cum pooling around my ass, (a feeling I'm rather fond of now that I'm thinking about it again! I haven't really gotten to enjoy it lately! I'm gonna go ask Daddy to knot me for an hour just so I can enjoy that feeling again when I'm done writing this entry. Where was I? Oh! Right-) "What about... anything else?"
I'm panting, looking down, watching my chest rise and fall for a moment, his hand checking my shoulder starts to tickle a little, but I'm still taking inventory so it doesn't reach my face yet. I coo softly and evenly, "My... my legs are tired."
An unforgettable mix of confusion, relief, yet disbelief fills his face and a smile breaks into the side of his mouth, "Y-your legs are tired?"
The subtle smile and the subtle tickle from his hand as it comes to rest above my shoulder reaches my face as I nod back, "Yeah. Rilly, rilly tired."
He half-laughs, "R-really really tired, huh? A-and that's... that's all?"
I'm loving how close Daddy is to me in this moment, my hands pulling me up to hug him closer as I nod my head against his chest wordlessly.
His other arm sweeps under my back and whisks me off the floor as he stands and lifts me to rest my head on his shoulder. I nuzzle my nose against his neck and try, in vain like usual, to wrap my legs around him as I feel a warmth rush over my sensitive clit. I'm sure it must have tickled his stomach as he chuckled softly and held me close as he paced the room. "I-if you're sure, baby. I've got you. Rest your legs." he offers lovingly.
"No." I say with playful defiance. He smiles, turning his head toward me, but keeps me close,
"No? You said your legs are tired."
"No." I repeat and pull harder against him. Maybe I wasn't in trouble? Maybe everything was just fine.
"Your legs are trembling, baby." He says with a growing mix of relief and humor, I don't say anything for a bit as he keeps pacing, before finally stating a third time...
...
"No."
He took a picture because he wanted to never take me for granted and remember this moment even if we grew apart when I grew up. I've kept it because... we never did. It's from later that night as as we kneeled on the bed and I was letting his scent rile me up again as he did his best to explain what was happening to me and to not feel shame for not knowing everything. After all, I was only five.
...
We've been far more than just father and daughter ever since. I love my Daddy. I love him enough that that even the idea of him being hurt, or leaving, leaves me with such powerful feelings... Maybe I AM young and hormonal... maybe I AM only operating out of a limited life experience. If he thinks we're not healthy and wants to part ways sometime later in life... gods, I'm starting to cry just writing that... then he gets to feel that way and I'd let him go. But it'd probably be one of the hardest things I ever did. I love him so much. I want to take care of HIM someday, like he's taken care of me. I owe him that much I think.
Maybe it makes me a horrible child... but Mom, if you're reading this... or can hear my thoughts somehow... I'm really sorry you didn't get to live your full life with Daddy. I feel just... so flipping lucky to have him. And you did so much good for him. I'm still not sure I'll ever live up to your kind of standard. But I do try to be my best... for myself... for you... and for him.
I don't know if you would've shared him with me... that's not usually how things work out for families I've noticed. I feel awful for thinking this, given how much it still pains Daddy to this day, but... don't take this the wrong way when I say... I am glad that... when you left... Daddy and I could find... *us.* And we could have the chance to start another family of our own. He's going to impregnate me for my 16th birthday. It's all I've asked for since I started having periods. I hope that... well if there is an afterlife... a heaven... anything... that we can find each other there. Maybe he wouldn't have to hurt so much from missing you every time he looks at me. Sometimes I wonder, if given the choice with no strings attached... It would hurt, but I guess I would understand. He still talks so fondly about you after all, even all these years later... Or, I don't know, maybe we could be a family again. A closer one. And I can have a chance to repay the favor to you! After all, I owe you for bringing me into the world, and...
... and handing me such a beautiful-
Fuck, I'm crying...
a beautiful life.
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Daddy just came in without word, held me until I stopped crying, and only left after we kissed and I let him go. Didn't say a thing. Didn't need to. I would die for that man. Even if he wouldn't dare ask me to. Alright... THAT might be the irrational hormones and inexperience talking... but still... until further notice... that is how I feel. Jeez this was just supposed to be a diary entry, not a letter to Mom. Whatever.
p.s. Mom, rest easy... I'm going to continue doing my best to make sure he has a life filled with joy... and it starts... with asking him to knot me for an hour WHILE I massage his feet...
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Party is over and looking back in my diary since it's my 16th birthday. Found this entry. Still love you, Mom. He still misses you dearly, but I'm steadily building that life of joy I promised and I think he's genuinely happy. I'm going right now, to have him mate me... be back soon...
Here are pictures from me receiving my present. Couldn't help but think of you in the moment and try to thank you, Mom. He was being so tender and sweet it sent shivers up my spine and melted my heart. Once he's done setting up, he's promised to 'kidnap' me for a play date. Thank you, for everything. (And don't worry, as soon as we've had this baby, I intend to make him "the happiest Daddy ever" all over again and again.)
... and I'm tearing up. Heh. oop. I hear familiar footsteps. I should go before he get's all the way here, looks over my shoulder to make sure it's not important homework, and
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best! Birthday! EVER! ~furghamasdilovidum~ I dunno what that word is but it needed to come out. I'm still woozy from having MULTIPLE HOURS of absolutely mindblowing sex! Fuck! I should've gotten pictures! Next time, diary! Next time...
Oh fuck, I think I hear Daddy again?! A-are we not done?? Is there more?
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