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by Jokiba

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26. A Man Who Breeds, His Wife He Meets

A Man Who Breeds, His Wife He Meets

Adhjg

Summary:

Short tale spanning several years about a happily married father grooming his cute little underage daughter into becoming his perfect little nymph, behind his clueless wife's back.

TW: do not eat. Children cannot consent. This is just a fantasy, not reality. If you can't differentiate, please seek help. If you can, enjoy the story :)

Notes:

Let me know if you have any ideas you'd like implemented. Friendly comments are preferred.

Chapter 1: Year 0: Acquiring a taste

Notes:

What do you think? Too brutal? Too graphic? Please comment! Will orphan it probably /

Chapter Text

As the clouds vanished over an unforgettable sky, sirens pierced through the otherwise windy silence of the day. The ambulance had just driven drove with 100 kiloneters an hour, finally reaching the hospital where a screaming Ashley would bring her first child, a daughter, into the world.

Unfortunately, complications arose even before the barren young woman was strapped on a stretcher and professionally raced through lots of doors. Her clumsy but otherwise well-meaning husband Dave had forgotten to pack her insurance card and information, which led to her having to churn them out while pressing out a living tiny human out of her exhausted hoo-ha.

The labor, a time record, as one tone-deaf nurse would chirp, took a huge toll on Ashley. On Dave, too. Although he wasn't the one nearly shitting himself every few minutes, worry was well-written on his face.

As they almost passed the 29 hour mark of waiting, he sighed and held his wife's hands with gentle caresses.

"It's gonna be ok, sweetie. Really. You're so brave and--"

"Oh, ya THINK so? Cause right now, I fucking hate EVERYTHING right now. Get out right now!", Ashley spat before she winced in pain again, resting her head on a blue hard cushion.

"Of course. Whatever you need.", Dave said, scoffing to himself silently so she wouldn't hear him. As he went to grab some snacks from the vending machine close by, a tide of surpressed anger washed over his mind. It wasn't his fault his wife was feeling so much pain, after all!

'Let's just hope our Lily won't turn out like such a bitch.', he thought to himself, and had to shove a chocolate bar into his mouth to stop his laughter.

But he then he shook these thoughts away and massaged the sleeves of his forehead with a knuckled hand.

This was all a lot for the two newlyweds. They were barely in their early twenties, were both burdened with student loans and other debts, not to mention the hospital bills, and--

"Mister Ashton, quick! Your wife's contractions are going nuts. I think it's happening now.", a sweet young nurse ran up to Dave and grabbed him by his arm and lead the befuddled and sleep-deprived husband to his wife's room. The doctors were all present, a helpful nurse already setting up a camera to film the miracle.

"AHHHHHHH! GET HER OUT, ALREADY! HOLY SHIT, WHY IS THIS KID TRYING TO KILL ME?! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!"

Ashley's screams could be heard throughout the whole wing, making several patients turn their flabbergasted heads. Muriel, her midwife, used a moist towel to wipe away the sweat on her face.

"Shhh...don't say that, dear. This is your baby girl. It's soon gonna be over."

Dave nodded along, standing close to his pain-stricken wife who now wanted to hold his hand.

As the doctors worked tirelessly, Ashley kept on yelling. Dave kept on holding, doing his job. Ironically, unlike the buildup to it, the birth itself went fast. With one final, groaning push, tiny Lily Ashton entered this world. She felt the hospital light and air on her shriveled up skin, her guttoral screams warming the hearts of everyone. Ashley let out a sigh of relief. Muriel and the nurses cheered and clapped. Dave...Dave got a fucking boner!

"Congrats, Mr. Ashton, it's a healthy little baby girl.", the operating doctor, a mature Black woman with frizzled hair said as she handed the new father his inoculated and cleaned and tightly wrapped bundle of joy.

As soon as he held his pinky finger in front of the 4 kilograms of little beauty that was half his genetic input, the girl's tiny hand wrapped itself around it, making Dave shiver. He knew his feelings were sick and wrong. Of course he knew. But the beginning roots of brown hair on his daughter's smooth head, her cute little lips...it all drive him crazy. He felt himself getting hard again, thankful that everyone was too busy taking care of an exhausted Ashley.

Dave leaned forward. Making sure no one would hear him, he whispered into his baby girl's little ear: "You're daddy's."

The drive home a few days later was more than pleasant. Ashley, now in a far better mood, had apologized several times to her poor husband for her rudeness during labor. He graciously waved them away, assuring his wife he was simply glad the baby was safe. And she, too, of course.

Parked in the suburbs, in front of a comfortable little house with a modest backyard, the couple descended from the yellow Humvee Ashley's parents had gifted them for their honeymoon. While Ashley was waddling towards the front door of their purple-painted place, Dave took out Lily in the car seat she was napping in. As the twisted fucker made his way inside the house, he couldn't wait for feeding time.

"You mind if I take care of the first rounds? Tummy-related stuff and so on?" Dave smiled towards Ashley who had already lied down on the couch, her phone in her hand. "Hm?", she said, turning her head towards him. Her cheeks reddened a bit. "Yeah, sure. Thanks, honey...", she mumbled, before returning her gaze to the screen, replying to the abundance of messages she got over the days.

Although the two had been assured by practically everyone on the planet, Ashley still felt a bit embarrassed she hadn't managed to breastfeed Lily at the hospital. After several unsuccessful attempts, they were gifted a package of formula and bottles, of which Dave was heating up one now in the kitchen, with the door to the living room closed.

As he gently laid down his slowly awakening, cutely yawning daughter on the changing table, Dave had that look in his eyes and that throbbing peak in his pants again. So wrong...yet...

BEEEEEEEP*

His left hand, the one with his wedding ring on, reached for the warmed bottle filled with nutritious milk. He made his way back to his little girl. He tries to push these thoughts away, he really tried. But then innocent little Lily opened her gorgeous green eyes and whimpered sounds of helplessness as her tiny little body winced, barely moving.

Dave groaned. The fat cock trapped inside his trousers was about to burst it open.

"Alright, sweetie. Let Daddy add a special mix to your yummy milk."

The immoral father unzipped his pants and pulled out the 9 inch long schlong he had made a many sluts' nights with before he had met Ashley. He began in slow and measured strokes, part of him still wanting to stop. But with the way his child's clueless, blurred eyes followed his movements, he kept going.

"Mhhh...nhggg", he moaned as he increased his pace, his fingers strengthening their grip on his massive meat. Back and forth. The shaft was getting as veiny as his daughter's eyelids with every second.

Then, unintentionally, because he was beating off too closely to Lily's face, the cute baby reached up with her hand, the curiosity deeply programmed inside her. Without any understanding, she grabbed onto her father's cockhead, her nail-less fingertips tightly wrapped around his reddish-pink tip.

"Lily...daddy loves you!". Dave soon couldn't hold back anymore. Reaching for the bottle halfway filled with formula milk, he quickly unscrewed the lid, pressed the opening at his crotch and shot load after load inside. His sticky fluids mixed with the purely white milk meant for his daughter's mouth and stomach.

The pervert sighed deeply, calming down after a while. Lily was still looking up at him, no thought behind her head less than a week old. Her father simply smiled, then planted a wet kiss on his baby's forehead.

With barely any morals left for now, he screwed on back the cap, shook the bottle filled with the mixture of normal milk and daddy's milk, and placed the nibble at Lily's lips. Immediately, the hungry babe started suckling, taking in all the nutrients she could get.

Dave pulled up his pants again and breathed a huge sigh of pleasure. A wave of satisfaction washed over him as he gently patted his daughter's head.

And maybe it was his imagination, but he could swear Lily's green eyes were lighting up by the feeling of his touch.

"We're gonna have much fun together, baby. No word to mommy. Promise?", the pedosexual padre whispered.

Lily kept suckling.

Chapter 2: Year 0 (Part 2): Progress

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

"Gaaahhhh!", an excited Lily squeaked, crawling around the fluffy carpets of her room, her father crawling right behind her.

"Fear a lot, because the monster's gonna get ya! Arhhahah!", Dave yelled in a deep voice, chasing after the energetic little thing in front of him.

Lily was 6 months old now and had recently started crawling. And she loved it! And inquisitive about her surroundings as she was, the little firecracker didn't let anything stop her in her path to explore the world around her.

Her daddy finally caught up to her, grabbing her by her cute pink wool socks depicting a horde of unicorns. He then held, as the little cutie kept making her sound soft joy, onto her fragile little body that was wearing only a duly damp diaper.

"Guess daddy's too fast.", Dave chuckled before covering his daughter's face full with kisses, her bright eyes following him affection. His voice then turned a little deep again. "And now one kiss for daddy." He kissed his infant daughter on her lips, gently wrapping his tongue around hers and running it along the empty cavaties where soon her teeth will grow.

"Mhh. Bwwwwlwllw", the father made, making his child giggle loudly again. He turned to look at the creak in the door, unsure of whether it was safe or not. But the temptation didn't let go. Sitting up cross-legged, the deviant daddy pulled down the zipper on his sweatpants that had barrackaded his tool. Hardened it was, and tiny bit of precum decorated it's tip.

Dave put his daughter down with careful motions. She instantly turned into her crawling pose again, her growing little head very close to his crotch. Dave smiled. He loved Lily's curiosity. He put one hand on his baby's bottom, gently pushing her forward.

His voice became higher now. "And now, another kiss for Daddyyyyyy!" His clownish tone made his daughter gurgle and giggle again as air flew out of her nostrils. As her light pink lips then finally reached his cock head, he groaned, but tried to keep it silent. He didn't want Lily to become scared, after all.

Ironic for Dave was, that, unlike for most men, his cock was too big. The girth of his circumsized tip alone barely fit inside Lily's mouth. And although the little explorer tried to suckle on it, Dave didn't want to endanger her. He was a sicko, yes, but a father first, a father who loved his daughter...just a bit unconventionally.

This time, however, fate seemed to be on his side. Dave moaned his fist as Lily moved herself a bit forward and nearly took his entire tip inside her mouth. Her chubby cheeks were visibly filled with his meat, and his desire to shove in more nearly took over. But he managed to stay in control and gave it a little push, instead.

Lily's green eyes looked down upon the veiny weird thingy blocking her entire mouth. She was surprisingly calm, as she breathed gradually more through her nose. She was a quick learner. Soon, saliva formed in her cavice and coated her daddy's flesh.

This all culminated into a very nice sound, as Dave began to push and pull his tip in and out, back and forth. His other hand was placed gently on Lily's head. He whispered: "Yes, baby. Don't worry, daddy won't exaggerate."

SWISH, SWOSH, SWISH, SWOSH*

His daughter's lips were tightly wrapped around him, driving him crazy. He kept on thrusting, making sure not to increase his speed too much. Lily kept still, wanting to know what would happen next.

Holding back a loud, scary sounding groan, Dave quickly pulled out. He slipped a few inches away for security.

Holding his pumping shaft, he gazed in greed as his cum splattered across Lily's infantile face, thankfully not mixing in with her growing brown hair. But her nose and forehead and chin and lips were now covered by the seed she was once part of. Her grimace turned slightly fearful and shocked, but still quiet. Knowing that babies reflect their parents moods, Dave put on a smiley face quickly.

"Yyaaaaaayyyy! Well done, Lilyyyy!", his clownish voice came out.

Lily began giggling again. She blew raspberries with her lips, and tiny air bubbles that were party saliva and partly goo came out. Dave, breathing a bit exhaustedly, laughed out loud and drew his baby in for a sentimental hug.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps. They were coming closer. In a matter of seconds, the panicked pervert used one hand to use his shirt to wipe off the cum traces off Lily's face, while his other hand managed to successfully stuff his dick back inside his sweatpants and pull down his zipper. 'I guess I should be grateful for that multitasking course Ashley signed me up for once.', he thought.

Speaking of Ashley: the mother of house knocked gently, already peeking her head inside. Her heart was warming as she saw her husband hugging their daughter tightly.

"Awww, aren't you two the cutest?"

"You tell me. She's got the looks of an angel. You know what? No dating for her until she's...at least 20...no, 30! Thirty's the minimum."

"Hahaha. Let me guess: no grandkids until she's become president?"

"What, you think that'd be too over the top?"

"Nah, I just wanted to make sure we'd agree she can omly do that in her second term."

Both adults laughed.

Dave enjoyed this moment. Although he and Ashley had their occasional falling out, he loved her quips and comebacks. They had been among a lots of reasons why the two had married.

Suddenly, an all-too-common smell made it's way towards their nostrils.

"Ewww...Lily! Why do you always ruin mommy and daddy's fun time?", Dave jokingly scolded his babygirl who only shot unknowing glances towards her parents.

Ashley put her arms forward. "Give her to me. It's my turn to change diapers this week."

"You sure? That looks like a pretty expensive sweater you're wearing."

"Oh, pish, posh. She peed like a million times this morning alone. It's probably just the cookie porridge she swallowed earlier. Give her to me. And if one of us needs to change tops, it should be you, mister. You do know you're not supposed to shake her that much, right? God, one day you're gonna drown in her puke."

Dave's eyes widened as he looked at the sticky white stains on his shirt, before he laughed it off.

"Fair point."

As Ashley was changing Lily's diapers, she sighed. It'd been 6 months already and Lily always preferred Dave's presence over hers. She knew that this didn't have to mean anything. After all, babies just followed their instincts.

She was sure it wasn't postpartum that made her feel this way, though. She had thought about bringing this up to her husband, but whenever she was close to, she felt a voice inside her scold her for her supposed jealousy.

She scoffed to herself as she pulled off the dirty diaper and threw it away. Maybe it was true. Maybe the nagging feeling she had regarding her daughter's attention really was just plain old jealousy. After all, daughters often had only eyes for daddy, they always said.

"Yeah...", Ashley mumbled to herself. When she was done cleaning and was about to reach for a clean diaper, Lily cooed in her tiny baby voice. Her mother smiled, feeling warmth.

"Awww, does baby like getting cleanie weanie? Now, let's get you into a-AHHHH!"

While Ashley was talking, her head was dangerously low and too close to her daughter's bottom. Said one started peeing at that moment, which Ashley hadn't anticipated. The streams hit her in the face and, sadly, also the chique sweater she'd bought just a few days before.

Ashley was pissed off [hehehe]. But as she was making a mean grimace, ready to yell a bit at the criminal, Lily eyes began to water and she pouted. 'Oh no. Don't cry.'

With a smile of resignation, Ashley calmed her daughter down. "Shhh...it's ok, honey. It's just a bit of water. Mommy's gonna get that cleaned up in no time. I love you."

With that, she put on a new diaper on Lily before she kissed her cheeks (they tasted a bit salty, had she cried earlier?) and, with the plan of quickly throwing her clothes into the washing machine, carried her back to daddy who was wearing a new shirt and ready to play more with his babygirl. Their babygirl.

Bonus:

Lily was now 11 months old, having grown a bit with fuller hair, standing on Dave's belly. Suddenly, it happened.

"Oh my God! Ash, get the camera! Lily's taking her first steps!"

"Wait, what?... Oh my God! Baby! Yesssss! I'm so prouuuddd!"

"Cameraaaa, hahaha."

"Oh, crap. Yes, yes, right away. Keep her like that! Don't you dare let her get away, dude."

Dave didn't know why he loved the risk of all of it. Maybe he wanted to get caught, deep down. Maybe he was just a sick fuck. Either way, he quickly grabbed his waistband with one hands fingers while the other was keeping a chuckling Lily, who didn't understand all that commotion, in balance.

Once his pants and briefs were down barely, his semi-erect cock bounced and landed towards his crotch.

"Let's go, Lily!", he snickered, as he pulled his infant daughter on top of his dick. Her bare feet, tiny and yet chubby, were now placed on his shaft. Like on instinct, Lily chuckled loudly and began walking.

Keeping her in her place, Dave moaned silent sounds of pleasure as he felt the stative massage of his member through the tasty toes of his daughter. Lily's flat soles were rubbing back and forth on his skin as the little daredevil increased her pace, enjoying the game.

"Googoo...gaaaaaaa"

"Yesssss! Go googoo!"

Clueless Ashley's voice could be heard in the back of the house, probably in the storeroom.

"Is she still walking? Please say yes! God dammit, my father paid a thousand bucks for this piece of shit camera to capture our most important moments and I can't find it."

"Its ok, take your time. Nhg...she's in the mood today.", Dave shouted back, laughing.

As his baby kept walking, his cock hardened, ready to spill. Pushing his hips up only once, Dave came, almost all of his juice, thankfully, being shot right inside his pants, to cover his tracks. Lily kept on walking, nearly running, her laughter as sweet as always.

Dave quickly pulled up his pants and rubbed his daughter's feet off his crotch before he put her on the floor. He chuckled as he looked at her strut around the room, thinking loudly: "Looks like we got a future track runner, huh?"

"You don't have to tell me. Didn't I tell you I won a prize for something similar back in high school?", Ashley grinned, finally back and with the luxuriously styled and technically advanced camera in her hands.

Dave raised an eyebrow. "I thought that was for the Mathlympics?"

"Well, it was still a prize, smart-ass. Now shut up and make a happily surprised face and point at this little roadrunner."

"Captions for Instagram?"

"Uhh...how about the good ol' *'Growing up so fast*'? Or: *'Trying to run away from home' *."

"Perfect."

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Chapter 3: Year 1: Squabble & Scribble

Notes:

This chapter has some information spam, but yes...it will have some graphic scenes, you pervs

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Time went on in the Ashton household. Sometimes, neither Ashley, who had gotten used to being called Ashley Ashton which was a stupid name only a scatterbrained author would come up with...where were we?

Sometimes, neither Ashley nor Dave felt as if time was moving normally. After all, they did have lives of their own, outside of the castle of normalcy they called home.

While Dave's father-in-law had tried to convince him, time and time again, to work at the small landscaping company he had built up from scratch and led with a green-golden thumb, the sympathetic young fella always negated the offers. No, Dave was more of a creative type. He loved thinking and imagining things. Not necessarily with the heads in the cloud, but rather with focus on things that mattered to people.

Emotions, raw and bare. Maybe that's why he became an overworked, underpaid comic artist at one of the few large graphic novel production companies in the country. His office was a cramped little place, barely fitting his desk, computer, touchpad, storyboard and photos of his family. But it was his own. A place where he could let his mind wander.

That's what mattered to him. Dave wasn't antisocial. Heck, if you gave him a few bears, he'd put on his best Seinfeld impression. But over the years, the 25 year old father of one had learned that it was better to nourish the relationships one had and to only branch out if the roots required it. It was easier. Fewer risks. Fewer ways to get hurt.

Or maybe he was antisocial, and this was his way of justifying it. Either way, he had nothing he deemed worthy of complaining in his life. Of course...fact of the matter was...he had done horrible things to his infant daughter. Horrible? Wasn't this word too judgmental? No. Dave knew his intentions and actions were disgusting. He knew he would be better off looking for and receiving help. But he loved Lily too much!

Dave was aware that, should he ever be caught, it would be over for him. If Lily, once she could speak, would even give him a simple 'No!', he should never ever touch her in a way she deemed inappropriate. He was a pervert. He had been since he had hit puberty, at which he had been drawn to drawings of children way younger than him. Yet they were drawings, nothing more. How could he, after all, consume real media? Real media depicting real children suffering from real monsters?

Was he better than those rapists? Maybe not. But they were worse than him, and he never wanted to sink lower than to the level he had become comfortable with--that of a passive porno pariah who would never hurt a real child. But he had done it, hadn't he? The only thought that, secretly, buried deeply in his conscious, had kept him from sinking into desperation and apathy was that all parameters regarding Lily's wellbeing, whether mental or physicals, showed no difference compared to your average child. But he would be cautious. He loved his daughter. And he loved his wife.

Maybe he was not only antisocial, but also anti-normal. Maybe he was born with that curse. But, then again, he hadn't much in his life worthy of complaining.

Ashley, meanwhile, was both the complete opposite, yet also the best-fitting partner to her husband. You could say she was his mirror image--she reflected him, his strengths and weaknesses, his doubts and ego pushes, but simply in a different way. And like the image in a mirror, her moves were pretty visible, her mind that of a simple person.

That didn't mean she was dumb. In fact, she had aced most of her courses in college, had made deep connections with people from all walks of life, and was an overall witty woman who valued works with virtuous, wrenching writing; let it be gut- or heart. But those were exactly that: stories.

'Why complicate things?' had been her life's motto, ever since she could remember. She didn't reject, when she had enrolled, that her possibilities knew no bounds. Yet she didn't see the point in working towards the goal of a Fortune 500 CEO or becoming an enlightened tech guru who'd drown themselves in the sweet shit talking of vulture venture capitalists.

Ashley loved the idea of being a simple employee with a simple paycheck she could deposit by the end of the month. The idea of being a simple mom of one, maybe two kids she'd take care of in parental shifts, together with her loving husband. That was why not one grumble had ever escaped her lips ever since she had started her job as insurance saleswoman at a midsized company that was well-known in the region and quite favorably looked at upon due to their cheap rates.

Like in the movies, she shared one of many cubicles, similar in shape and form, with different colleagues and, yes, even friends, each and every one with a life of their own. But they all knew to keep that life at home, and to only let things quill out if office gossip or the prospect of promotion demanded it.

And that's what Ashley loved. The predictability, the faces, the calm. Of course, one could mock her and call her a drone, tell her she was boring, insinuate she had 'ruined' her life...she didn't care. She loved her husband. She loved her daughter. She loved her life.

While time was more or less the same experience for the two settled adults, each day was a brand new adventure for the lush life they'd created.

Lily was now 15 months old.

Inheriting her daddy's green eyes, but not his blonde hair, and her mother's brown hair, but not her blue eyes, and a nose and ears and chin that resembled both of theirs, the little angel was growing into a formidable little girl.

Fortunate for Dave's dick, his daughter was a late bloomer in regards to her mouth mechanics. Her front row biters didn't appear until a month after her 1st birthday, and...she loved biting on things. One time was more than enough.

Just like her teeth, her mind, too, developed. She now knew to wave goodbye and run faster, although with guidance. But most importantly: she had learned the two most important words. And her mother's love for rules and simplicity mixed with her daddy's grip on the pencil and pen and gifted her the talent of drawing at a level most 3 year olds couldn't compete with!

It was Dave's turn with the kid. It was his day off, and his wife was working a double shift, since the bills had been quite high last month. But neither of them minded. Dave was quite happy, actually. More time for Lily!

"Gagaaahhh, goooo...", the cutie cooed. Dave had managed to sit her baby butt down, finally, and gave her a few blocks to play with.

Just like his block, they were too large to choke on. Of course, however, he kept two eyes on her. Unlike Ashley, he barely used his phone for things other than work and life-related stuff or the occasional browsing for news in all regards, let it be politics or industry-based.

"Gagaga?"

"Ooohh, is that for daddy?", Dave said loudly as his angel pointed a construct, consisting of two connected blocks, at daddy.

Nope. Instead, she held onto it. And, with what could be considered a devilish grin, threw it towards her father's forehead, using all the might stored in her little hand.

"Ouch! Lily. No!"

"Hehehe, gagaga!"

"No, Lily! Not funny. Daddy's could've been hurt."

She pouted. She didn't like how his tone changed.

"Shh...no...baby, I didn't mean it like that. Please...oh no..."

"WAAAAHHHH! WAAAHHHHHHH!"

Lily was the personifaction of the saying 'Still waters run deep'. She had no problems keeping to herself, so far, and barely cried...so far. But once the dam broke, even a banshee would cower in fear.

Waterfalls fell down her chubby little cheeks, red as the red of a rainbow.

"Shhhhh! Oh, baby, daddy's so sorry! Nooo...Com' 'ere.", the pedo padre pleaded with her, drawing her into a close hug.

Lily kept crying in snotty agony. Although she liked her daddy's warm embrace, she didn't like his stern 'No!'. It was an annoying word. She understood that it meant she must refrain from certain activities, even if their enjoyment made them worthwhile.

Unfair! Unfair! Unfair!

Dave didn't think, much, of course, and kept patting his daughter's back. Suddenly, he felt two things.

Lily's foot on his crotch.

His cock hardening.

"Mhhh...why so quiet now? Is daddy making you forget about why you cried?", he whispered.

Indeed, his daughter's sobs quieted and were replaced with a glimmering in her green eyes

She kept stomping, in her glory, in her cute onesie depicting a certain canine companion.

Dave could feel his member enjoying the vibrations, hard and rising, only to be lowered by each stomp.

He felt secure. After all, Ashley was at work.

With his pants down, he sat now half-naked in front of Lily. She was still in her onesie. He didn't want her to catch a cold, after all.

With coordinated strokes, he fumbled with his dick, while keeping his eyes on his daughter. Said one suddenly reached forward.

"You want daddy's toy? Ok, grab it."

He smirked and move forward. His tool was only inches away from her face. With a soft giggle, her tiny hands reached forward. He groaned as her fingers, now slowly growing short fingernails, tried to wrap around his shaft that was thicker than her entire arm.

It was an adorable sight...in some way.

But unlike a year before, Lily was more experienced. In miniscule moves, het hands moved back and forth, barely reaching down to his balls. But he didn't see a point in complaining. Slightly laid back and his legs spread, Dave breathed in ever shorter intervals.

Lily kept moving. While one could expect equal amount of back and forth, Lily was grabbing and pulling more, trying to see when this seemingly infinite length of flesh would end. Fingertips drawing on veins. Drooling mouth sooooo close to tip.

"Wait, baby. Daddy has an idea. Let's lay you down...yeah, like this. Perfect. You let me know if you're uncomfortable, ok?"

The infant was now on her back, her short arms and legs bent slightly forward. Dave wasn't the sporty type. But horniness could turn men into Hercules.

With his hips pushed forward, he bent his knees gently towards his 14 month old child. Finally, the ship landed! His cock, that was nearly as long as his girl was tall, was resting on her baby body.

As if instinctively, Lily encapsulated the friendly invader onto her chest and belly, hugging it with all her force.

"Ahhhhh~~...good girrrrlll...yes...good girl, indeed, Lily. Let's just be caref--OOHHH!"

Lily bit on his cock. Again.

With gritted teeth, Dave tried not to be too loud.

"Oouchhh...Lily...no...sweetie...only kissies, ok? Daddy only needs kissies now. Please?"

His daughter gazed upon his pouty face. Not letting go of his tool, she kept snuggling with it, rubbing it from left to right as it moved across her baby body.

Gently, Dave pulled his tip out of her mouth. Lily, although looking disappointed, let him act. Instead, she opted for kissing. The random placement of her little lips on his cockhead made Dave moan.

"Now...mhhh...Daddy's gonna move back and forth, baby."

With consideratation, his thrusts began. Dave placed his left hand under Lily's head to make sure she wouldn't be hurt from the pressure. As his penis pushed back and pushed forth, his daughter's clothes rubbed on it. Her fingers' rapid movements on various parts of his shaft, underneath his tip, gave this stimulative penetration the rest.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP*

Finally, he couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Lilyyyy...be careful...nooo...Lily, let...goOOOOOHH!"

As she clinged onto his cock, the frivolous father couldn't pull it away. Slight worry mixed with an orgasmic facade. Lily felt the meaty toy in her grip try to slither away, as if in no one's control. So she held on tighter.

Like a condiment tube, it let out its sauce. Lily's face became flabbergasted as cum splattered across her face, hitting her small head in every sensitive place.

Nose and forehead, even her ears, and especially her lips and eyes were coated in the sticky semen. Right after impact, a few drops trickled down her neck, muddling the otherwise clean texture if her onesie.

"Waaaahhhhh...WAHHHHHH!"

This time, no amount of fake laughing helped. Just like a normal father would be annoyed if his kid interrupted him during gaming or relaxing, Dave went a bit dissatisfied that he couldn't enjoy his climax.

But he didn't have any right to complain. Or time.

"Awww, sweetie, daddy's so sorry. Are you sad because of daddy's cummies in your face? Shhh, it's ok. Dada will wipe the weird seed off your face."

And so, they took a bath.

During the bubble bath, Lily turned back into the joyous little ball of energy she was known as. She let her daddy hold her as she mindlessly splashed water around with her feet. Bathtime drooled, Funtime ruled!

"Hahaha...gooogaaaa...blub...blub...", the little cherub cooed as she felt the warm water rinse off any dirtiness on her face.

Meanwhile, Dave roamed around with his hands over his infant's bare body. Her baby fat felt good, and he enjoyed the skin-on-skin connection he shared with Lily.

Suddenly, said one took a long look at her creator, as if contemplation had taken over.

"What is it, Lily? Does Dada have something on his face? Or on his di-"

"Dada."

One word. It was funny how one word could make a grown man shed tears that didn't look any different than his child's.

"Oh, my...did you...did you just..."

"Dada", Lily giggled. She didn't understand why her daddy was acting so weird, but she thought it funny.

"Dada, dada...dadaaaaaaa. Hehehe!"

"Yes, baby, I'm your dada! Ooohhhhh! I can't wait until mommy's home!"

Fast forward. Lily was now 18 months old.

It was Ashley's day. Although she earned more than Dave, the hardworking mother didn't mind a household with 2 working parents. At the end of the day, both had shifts that made a near 24 hour long cycle of care around their little Lily possible, and that mattered the most to them.

Ashley sighed as she watched her daughter draw. Although it had been months since Lily's first word, no progress was yet made. Of course, it was normal for any parent to be first. And second wasn't the worst place. But after so much time?

Nestled between comfy couch cushions, the mother's eyes followed her darling's movements. Obviously, Lily couldn't draw much more than a few lines that intersected with each other, in different colors that the miniature Hilma af Klint had handpicked carefully. Yet the way the pencils tippy-tapped across the sheet of paper, the concentrated mimics Lily showcased, made Ashley proud of her daughter's artistic talent.

"Mama.", Lily said, still focused on her work, one hand reaching back for her mother.

Saud one's mouth was gaped open. She gasped.

"Lily, did you just say Mama?! Oh my God! Yesssss!"

Ashley's bright smile could be seen from space that day. With wettened eyes, she hugged her babygirl from behind, nuzzling her cheeks with her nose, leaving moist kisses on them.

Lily was busy drawing. She liked her mommy's warm huggie, almost as much as daddy's. But the artist had to move on!

"I can't wait until daddy's home! Oooh, it's gonna be so much fun.", the mother giggled, hugging her now cooing daughter even tighter.

It was a good day.

Bonus:

Lily was now 21 months old.

Daughter and father had their usual bath together. The bubbles danced around them as the two goofballs laughed in synchronized steps. Synch...

Lily's hands were playing with daddy's dick again. Over the past months, her curiosity had only grown stronger. Barely a day passed in which Dave wouldn't let his godsent girl press her lips on or play around with the tool between his legs. His testicles were of a different calibration, and he only let her smack them gently or lightly pinch them if she got ahold of his hairy balls.

This time was going to be no different.

"Ahhh...yes, Lily. Keep playing with daddy's peepee. Daddy's peepee is a funny toy, isn't it? It's so flexible, it can change size on command, it even gives you gooey cream to play with."

"Hahahhaa, goooo...gagaga. Gaaa?"

"Hahahha...yes, sweetie. Gah! You're the best."

After they were done, Dave stood up, still hard. As Lily followed him suit, her hand was balled into a fist and her index finger pointed towards her father's manhood.

"Pee...pee? Peepee. Peepee. Dada Peepee!"

Dave giggled, pride in his tone. He was soon joined in by his daughter, who liked her daddy's antics.

With a bear's grip, her father's hand held onto her juicy little butt cheeks and squeezed them, while his throbbing member was placed next to her lips, shoved back and forth in a caring manner.

"Mmhhh...say it again, baby~. Dada...?"

"Dada...PEEPEEE!"

"Ahhhh! Here it comes! Again, sweetie. Dada Pee...?"

"DADA PEEPEEEEEEEE!", Lily yelled happily, kissing her dad's peepee's length several times, from tip to base.

David came.

Then Lily bit. Again.

Well, the flesh was weak, but the bones were strong...and sharp.

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Chapter 4: Year 2: The terrible, terrible Twos

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"Ok, what about this one! This one's yellow, you love yellow, don't y-"

"NOOOOOOOO!!!", screeched the doll-sized little girl, her face covered in tears and red as a tomato. Her reaction caused several people in the aisle and even in the next aisles to take a look at the spectacle in front of them.

Lily was now 25 months old.

She had grown a lot in size, and, arguably, even more in cuteness. With her tiny brown locks slowly turning into an untamable little ponytail, the now independent (feeling) toddler was lying on a supermarket floor. As her light blue shirt, light pink romper and purple velcro sneakers were pressed against the cold marble, the screaming daredevil repeatedly smashed her fists onto it, her feet following along.

Meanwhile, while a variety of people were watching and smirking and filming and shaking their know-it-all heads, Lily's parents looked as if they hadn't slept for a while. Dave's fingers massages the bridge of his nose and the center of his forehead.

Ashley, with bags under her blue eyes, unintentionally accompanied her groaning with the squeaking sounds two differently-colored, fluffy farm animal toys in both of her fists made.

"But, Lily, honey, you said you wanted a new toy, and here we are. Now, please, stop making a fuss.", she hissed.

Dave nodded along. "Lily, what's wrong? Why are you angry? Tell mommy and daddy. Please?"

"DON'T WANT IT, DON'T WANT IT!", the toddler whined, pointing at the two playthings. "DON'T. WANT. IT!" Now, her sadness turned into anger. Anger about feeling unheard.

Dave finally grabbed his daughter by her left hand and forcefully pulled her up, an annoyed look on his face. "Listen here, young lady, you clearly said you wanted a new plushie, because your old one had a huge crack in its stomach. So, what's the problem?!"

Dave hated using his 'dad-voice' on Lily. But for several weeks, his child's tantrums had been an absolute nightmare for the two. Although Ashley and he barely spoke about it, they both silently agreed that each of them longed to get back to work whenever it was their turn.

"WAAAHHHHH! NOOO!!! NOT NEW! NOT NEW. DADDY STUPID!"

"LILY! Stop now, or I'll get very upset with you."

Now, Lily's began crying again. Why wouldn't anyone understand her?

Suddenly, an epiphany hit Ashley. She moaned.

"Dave...I think when she meant 'new'...she actually wanted us to repair her toy. Yknow? Like 'as good as new'?"

Now it was her husband's turn to groan. "You gotta be kidding...Lily, is that what you wanted? Do you want mommy--"

"Hey!"

"--or daddy to repair your plushie?"

Lily gently pushed her father's hands away and wiped some of her tears off, using her balled-up fists. Twisting the corners of her mouth a bit, she remained silent for a few seconds, and then looked up at her dad, asking: "We-pare?"

A sigh of relief escaped Dave's mouth before he smiled towards his angel's quizzical grimace and explained to her that to 'repair' something meant making something broken ok again.

Ashley put back the toys she'd held in her hands. She was reliefed that her daughter's hissy fit finally ended. And also, that Dave and she didn't have to pay for these ludicrously-priced shits.

Finally, a smile crept back into Lily's face, and she giggled, nodding. "Yes, yes, yes. We-pare! We-pare! Toy new! New-pare! Hehehehe."

The crowd, now bored, disassembled like a pack of vultures. As his wife kept pushing forward their shopping cart, satisfied that this 5 minute mini-rant was over, Dave grabbed Lily's little butt, squeezed her diapered bottom for a split second, and heaved his heavy honeybee up his shoulders.

Quickly mastering her mass, Dave giggled alongside his daughter as he walked out of the toy aisle, right behind his destricated wife. But then, Lily shattered her parents' illusioned peace when she yelled. "Want toy! Want! Want!" and pointed at an ugly green plushtoy that barely resembled a frog. David sighed and smiled. Lily kicked against his back, signaling her desire to be put down.

Ashley traced back. She couldn't help but laugh a bit when she followed her daughter's pointed index and spotted the stuffed caricature of an amphibian.

"Holy hell. Doesn't this one look JUST like that one meme frog?"

"Meme frog? Wait...uh...I think I remember his name...Popee? No...PewPew?...was it-"

"PEEPEE!", Lily chuckled, her voice as sweet as honey.

Ashley snipped her fingers. "Oh, my God, yes! Pepe! How did you know, Lily? Aww, my sweet little genius."

Lily giggled as her mother placed several short-lived kisses on her forehead while ruffling her hair, while she was clinging onto her father's leg. What Ashley didn't see and Dave prayed that she wouldn't see was Lily's right hand moving up his trousers. Her fingers almost touched the barely visible bulge formed in his neither regions. Apparently, her finger wasn't really pointing towards the frog. And her developing brain didn't know it's host wasn't supposed to talk about her father's genitals, neither in public nor in general. He was lucky, as Ashley had her eyes closed, enjoying the hug with her daughter.

With a fast grip, he pulled Lily's hand away. Right immediately, his wife looked up and shot him a questioning look. "But where did she learn the name of that thing? Daaaaveee?"

"Well, um...MAYBE...I let her sit on my lap and watch me browse the web yesterday...", the nervous pedo padre flustered. "...but it was only a few minutes, I promise! Yeah, and I think I must've clicked on a video showing Pepe, and she saw it and I probably mumbled his name without thinking--"

"as always?", Ashley sneered playfully.

Dave retorted: "Well, daddy likes his PC, and mommy likes her phone. Guess we're both rotten to the core."

"Yes! Oh, poor us! Enslaved by technology. Let's throw it all away and move to a farm where Lily will learn to scoop up chicken poop, and nothing else."

"Chicken? Chicken! Nuggies! Bawk bawk! Nuggieeesssss!", Lily started yelling while grabbing onto the green frog her father had mindlessly pulled out of the shelf and held in front of her.

"Nuggies? Again?"

"NUG-GIES! NUG-GIES!"

Dave laughed, before joining in on his daughter's protest. Both of them now loudly wanted their demands be met by Ashley.

"NUG-GIES, NUG-GIES!"

"ALRIGHT, alright! Nuggets it is. Sometimes I wonder how many kids actually live in our household.", a very slightly exasperated Ashley said as she rolled her eyes and let the cart roll forward again, Pepe now placed in it.

Dave grinned. Like before, mother fortune had helped him out, again. Or was it sheer coincidence?

Either way, he picked up his little angel again, who was happily singing about the nuggets she'd soon consume. He kissed her cheeks and lips again, after making sure they were alone and Ashley wasn't looking back.

His hand moved under his toddler's shirt and smoothly tickled her non-existent little nipples. As his fingers played around with her chest and made Lily giggle nonchalantly, he whispered into his daughter's ear: "That was close, sweetie. Lily, remember, mommy is not supposed to know the games you play with daddy. Because they're secret. You got that?"

"Secwet?", the wide-eyed little cutie asked curiously.

Dave nodded, purposefully sounding more serious. "Yes. Top secret. Only daddy and you know about the funny things we do. Promise?" He pulled his hand out of her shirt and held his little finger in front of her face.

Lily knew the gesture, and gleefully wrapped her own finger around her father's pressing her entire hand boldly against it.

"Pwomise, daddy!"

"Are you two coming or what?", Ashley, at the other end of the aisle, yelled at the duo. There was a certain impatience in her voice.

"Coming!", Dave laughed as he pulled Lily on top of his shoulders, again. Lily joined in.

"Coming! Coming! Coming!", she said in between laughters, enjoying her legs around the neck of her father who was speeding towards his wife.

She sang and screamed: "Coming! COMING!"

"DADDY COMIIIING!", Lily yelled out as a fat spurt of semen hit her naked belly. The creamy substance splattered across her bare little chest, forming miniature puddles of cum on her body. She squealed in delight and playfully swayed her hips, because she wanted to watch her daddy's goo move.

He, on the other hand, was rather in the mood to lie down than to joke around. Slowly, his hips jolted up, his spent cock retrieving itself off his daughter. He'd been rubbing himself on her for almost an hour now. He could feel his ballsack slacken immediately once he'd busted his paternal nut.

"Well done, baby.", he grunted. "I don't know how you do it, but the way you move your diaper and your juicy hips made daddy's day. Thank you, Lily."

He grinned as he kissed his toddler on her lips. This time, she gently pushed his face off. She showed him her growing teeth and tongue and pinched his cheeks. "Hehehe, daddy comes. Much, much cummies."

"Many cummies.", Dave corrected her.

"Many cummies. Cummies stiiiiink.", she cooed.

"Hahaha. Yes, baby, daddy's cummies stink. Unfortunately, that's something I share with every guy. All boy have weird dicks and stinky cum."

"BLEH! Boys are yucky!" Lily laughed out loud, as her fingers now drew circles on her cum-painted stomach. Dave nodded along, staring at her.

"Yup. Boys are nasty. But daddy is not nasty, right?", he pouted.

Lily pretended to ponder about that for a second, her now sticky finger pressed against her closed mouth. "Mmhhh...hmmmm...YES! STILL STINKY! HEHHEHE!"

"OH, YOU LITTLE...!", Dave wheezed. Although he had exhausted his cock for the day, he grabbed his shaft and, using very slow strokes, whipped it across his female toddler's face. Said one now had a red head and was barely breating from all the little giggles she let out.

"HEHEHEHE! STOOOOOP! NO MORE PEEPEEEEEEEE!"

Lily managed to excape her father's fuckstick and screamed as she jumped out of her parents' bed, running away as fast as her short legs could hold her. Dave went on his knees and 'pretended' to be a predator. With brief stamps, the father tried to catch up on his daughter.

After a bit of hiding and seeking, more running, a bit of wrestling and touching...and a lot more touching...the big fat cat had a manged to capture it's cheeky prey.

"Now I've got youuuuu! Yum, yum, yum!", Dave chuckled as he pinned Lily down. With a few swift motions of his tongue, he was licking off some of the sperm he had sputtered on her nude chest.

He allowed himself some leeway. His mouth's tool swirled around as it reached Lily's little nipples. Said one distorted her face to a surprised grimace. She didn't dislike what her daddy was doing. What bothered her more was that she didn't understand what exactly he was doing...and why was him doing this making her feel so...funny inside?

Lily's breath quickened and broke down into shorter intervals as Dave kept on licking. He put one of her A00 titties between his teeth.

GRRR*

He gnarled a bit as he felt his baby's soft flesh trapped in his mouth, moving it back and forth, left to right. He kept on biting several times.

"Mmhhhh~"

"Lily...yummy?"

"Yes, baby...you're very yummy! Mhh... Mhhh... Muah!...here, let daddy...muah!...give your boobies a few more kisses...muah, muah, muah!"

"Hehehehe! Dadddyyyyy...tickleeeeeee! Bad daddy! Baaaad! HHAHAHAHA!"

Dave enjoyed the squirming under him. No matter how sick he found himself, from time to time, for what he was doing to his own flesh and blood, his own underage flesh and blood, he always manages to get back up again. Find new ways to justify, to argue for his continued molestation efforts. And his daughter's happy noises were the best of examples!

He felt his cock, weak as it was, grow hard again. With a wicked grin, he looked down on his gorgeous child, both of their green eyes meeting each other's.

"Ready for another round, baby?"

Lily pulled a snout and pretended to think. This time, she grinned brightly and had an evil glint in her ires.

"Nope! Lily not want. I'm hungy, daddy."

This was one of the very few moments Dave later on didn't look upon fondly whenever they came up in his head.

Because, for a slit second, as his daughter's words entered his brain, anger and ridicule had befallen his mind. 'How dare this little minx talk back to me? I'll show her!', he thought with indignation.

But before he could've even drawn up his eyebrows or grabbed his child by her wrists and made her do God-knows-what, he shook his head. How could he even consider thinking about something as disgusting as that?! Forcing himself upon his innocent daughter, the light of his life?

Dave pulled back, slightly scared of himself. Lily stood up, a curious look on her face. They both were on the floor next to the bedroom.

As she saw her father sitting cross-legged and deeply sunken in thoughts she had no idea of, she left him to go to her room. Dave barely noticed.

Once she was back, she shower her father her pacifier. Dave looked up, his stream of self hate and self judging broken, fortunately. He reached forward and watched as Lily placed her pink suckling tool on the flat palm of his hand.

"Lily?"

"Daddy sad. Daddy IS sad.", she corrected herself. "Daddy not allowed to be sad. No, no, no."

"Hahaha. Really? You don't want daddy to be sad? Because you love him?"

Lily shrugged before she dryly replied: "No. Sad daddy is not funny."

Somehow, that comment alone drove Dave into action, made him walk away from the dark thoughts he feared had taken over his mind. Joyfully, he took the pacifier into his mouth and gave it a few suckles. This was the same pacifier his cute little underage daughter had been sucking and chewing on for the last weeks. He could swear that traces off her saliva were mixing with his.

"Thank you, baby. Daddy... I mean, I really needed that."

He gave his daughter a close hug, his warm and bare chest rubbing against hers. Lily cooed and chuckled. She was happy she made her father smile again.

And after a sudden idea in her tiny head, she pulled the pacifier out of his mouth. He pouted playfully.

"Heeeeey."

"Mineeeee." Lily teased, as she put it in her mouth and began repeatedly sucking on the plastic knob. But before Dave could protest lightheartedly, Lily kicked against his hairy legs, making him spread them, his hard dick exposed and shiny.

With a small jump, Lily placed herself on her father's rod. The only thing that separated her barely developed cunny lips from the cock that made her was her fluffy white diaper.

"Aghhghhhhh~...oh, God. Lily...you're...nhgggg...you're the best!", Dave panted. Lily kept suckling on her pacifier and put her arms forward. Dave gleefully took them and, buckling his hips, pushed and pulled his toddler on his penis. With each stroke, her soft bottom, barely covered, rubbed along his shaft. Jolts of pleasure raced through his head as he kept moving her.

And even Lily felt herself enjoying her father's movements. She even swayed her butt herself a bit, as the feeling of his hardness between her thighs filled up with warm feelings of joy.

"Daddy...I lub daddy. You best daddy!"

Dave teared up. Once he looked into his baby's innocent eyes that had the same color as his, he just knew he could never hurt her. No matter how horny he was, no matter how badly he needed her-- 'no means no'. And he would respect that. Always. After all...

"I lub you, too, Lily!"

Lily was 29 months old now.

Bonus:

Lily was now 34 months old.

Months passed. Although most of Lily's tantrums barely lasted longer than 5 minutes, the frequency of their occurrence drove her parents insane.

Wheter it was because they didn't let her pour herself her own glass of OJ (or because Dave didn't let her take in more than his tip in her mouth)...

...or because she didn't want to wait her turn at the only swing their nearby park had to offer (or because she, wanting to play already, impatiently kept on rubbing her little tushy against her father's crotch, as he was trying to work on finishing a project on his computer)

...or because her mother made her wear that stupid ugly ballerina outfit she hated when they visited her grandparents (orrrrr because her father threw away the picture she drew of his cock in her mouth she had wanted to surprise Ashley with)

...Lily knew to scream. But at the end of the day, Ashley could never be really mad at her daughter.

After all, she was just a child, right?

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Chapter 5: Year 3: Abandonment

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Sorry for the lateness. I hope you enjoy this part :D WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL BE A BIT MORE EMOTIONAL, AND LESS SEXUAL. TAGS INCLUDE FLUFF AND SO ON FOR A REASON!!!

Postscriptum: No, Dave still won't pussyfuck his 3 year old toddler, for anyone getting impatient. Give it some time, people.

Update after posting: HOLY SHIT, 4000 WORDS?! WOW...GUYS, PLEASE TELL ME I DID GOOD

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It was a big day. A sad day. A momentous day. A day Ashley shot an indefinite amount of pictures on. A day where tears flowed, where little girls became big girls, where destiny had opened a new door.

In short, it was Lily's first time at daycare.

Lily was now 3 years and a few weeks old.

Her father sported a rather casual look, wearing a buttoned-up blue shirt, matching blue jeans and white sneakers.

Meanwhile, her mother leant more towards a casual-festive attire, a sundress, ordained with various and multicolored flower combinations, accompanied by 2-inch pink high-heels and a gorgeous golden necklace hanging around her neck, perfectly framing her hazelnut-brown hair that was being gifted light by the sun.

The we had Lily, who, being the independent thinker she was, wanted to be both 'fabubwous' as well 'kewl', wearing flat ballerina shoes, long pink stockings with white heart shapes on them. Above, a lighter version of a diaper, hidden behind a pair of loose light blue panties, which themselves took cover under a knee-high skirt, blessed with salmon pink beauty. Her lengthy hair, brown like her mother's, sought shelter from the sun under a melon-shaped straw hat , barely fitting on her small head, and decorated with a plastic rose stuck on it...similar to those Japanese preschoolers were wearing. All fine and dandy.

Most of these were her mother's idea, anyway. But then, her father, and, subsequently, she had insisted on wearing a miniature version of her father's old 'Deadcool' shirt. Thus, after lots of arguing and whaling, she now was seen with a dark blue shirt on her chest, and a black-and-red-costume-wearing, 'ketchup'-muddled-katana-swinging, foulmouthed cartoon figure in the middle of it.

Ashley made sure that most pictures were of her daughter's back, that day.

Lily, although liking the trip so far, was slightly nervous, yet way more curious. After all, she hadn't quite understood what that huge bricked building was her parents had been talking about for some time and were leading her towards now. They'd told her she'd stay at this place for most of daytime, as Dave, her daddy, was forced to change shifts and now work roughly the same hours as Ashley, her mommy, which meant they couldn't take care of her as much as before on the first five weekdays.

Although Lily had tried to follow along, her innocent little mind was still under the impression that this place would look just like home, where her crib and playmap and plushies and, most importantly, her daddy would wait for her.

She was proven wrong.

"Hellooo, Lily! My name's Gwen. It's very nice to meet you."

A widely smiling woman, probably in her early twenties, greeted Lily, her almond-shaped light brown eyes sparkling with kindness, as she shook the shy girl's hand.

Lily hid behind her mother, glancing cautiously at the young lady in front of her. A mumbled "Hello." barely escaped her lips. The three adults laughed.

Ashley reassures: "I'm sorry, she's still a bit shy towards strangers. But then you see how she acts at home and you wonder if that's the same girl."

"Hahaha, don't worry. Trust me, these kids work all the same. Once they get to know me, it's smooth sailing from then on. Right, Lily?"

The dark-haired kindergarten teacher knelt down, looking into Lily's emerald green eyes and smiling at her. Said one held on more tightly onto her mother's dress.

"Guess she's not in the mood. Welp, it's been nice, Gwen. Maybe with the next kid...", Dave joked. While Gwen gave his shoulder a light slap and giggled cordially, Ashley shot her husband an amused, yet also annoyed look.

It was no secret between them that Dave hated the idea of sending Lily to preschool. Any way he thought of avoiding this outcome proved futile. He'd even considered switching to a low-paying job. Ashley and he had argued quite a lot about this topic, obviously only in Lily's physical absence. After he had seen the toll his petty bickering had taken on his stressed out wife, he finally had given in.

A simple mind would have attributed his reservations to the carnal desires he'd been unleashing towards his own child. A stranger would have called him a sick fuck who couldn't keep his impressively fat cock in his pants.

Bit Ashley knew the real reason, although, ironically, not in the same plane of existence of thoughts and emotions Dave and Lily had been walking on.

Dave loved his daughter.

And Lily loved her father.

Unsurprisingly, it became inevitable that Lily started the biggest, most belligerent tantrum she'd thrown so far in her young life, once her parents had bid her goodbye with lots of kisses. And as Gwen, the nice lady, kept holding onto her little hand and tried to move her inside the building, to the rooms where other cuties her age were busy playing and imagining new worlds, the terrestrial angel began whining and yelling.

"DAAADDDYYYYY!! WAAAH! DON'T GO! I DON'T WANNA GO! I WANNA GO HOME!"

Dave would have lied if he had said he didn't enjoy this moment. Watching his daughter writhe out of her standing teacher's grip and run towards him, teary-eyed and pouting, and jump into his already open arms for a tight hug, made him feel all sorth of warmth and belonging.

"Shhh...it's, ok, pumpkin. If you don't wanna go, we can try this another ti-"

"Dave? No. We talked about this.", Ashley cut him off, her voice slightly off-tone and quivering.

Her helpless husband sighed. "Ash, we can't. I mean, look at her. She's feeling uncomfortable."

"She's three, in case you forgot. And you should know very well how long it took me to find, let alone how much it costs us to pay for this daycare."

"I DON'T WANNA GO! DADDY, TELL MOMMY I DON'T WANT TO!"

"You're just making it worse for her." Dave's voice deepened, his stature straightening up. A slight glimmer of irritation bathed in his pupils.

Ashley was taken aback. Her cheeks turned a faint red when she saw the way, the pitying way Gwen looked her. She gritted her teeth.

"How DARE you?! How dare you tell me I don't know what's best for our daughter, the very child I carried--"

"Oh, don't start with that already. You know what? I think you're just jealous. She's more fond of me. Everyone who sees us knows that. Right, Lily? Whom do you like more, baby? Mommy or Daddy?"

"I can't believe...what the hell has gotten into you?! You're placing her in the middle of us, like a freaking dog?!"

"Mommy or Daddy, Lily?", Dave inquired again, his voice rising.

"Daddy. Love daddy more.", Lily giggled, still thinking her parents' antics are part of a game. Her grin, however, vanished once she saw her mother's slightly sunken head.

It felt worse than a cut. Calling it a stab in the heart might have sounded exaggerating, but that's exactly how Ashley experienced reality in that moment.

Suddenly, Gwen, now with a more stern and neutral expression, stepped up.

"Mr. and Mrs. Ashton, I'm sorry, but I must ask you to leave. The other kids can hear you all the way down to the cantine. Lily's always welcome here, of course, since you paid for the full year in advance. But it would be better if under different circumstances."

Ashley turned her back towards the three.

"That's alright. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Dave, do whatever you want. She's your kid, after all. Maybe more than I thought. You take the car. I'm gonna stay in the city for a while. Don't wait f-...as if you would..."

With that, the heartbroken woman walked off, her curious daughter feeling sadness over her reaction. Meanwhile, her husband was trying to regain mental control over the mixed emotions of pride over his victory and deep shame over the way he'd humiliated her.

"Ash...", he called after her. But she kept on walking.

Lily was now 3 years and 2 months old.

With her size, so, too, her mind had been expanding. She was now able to dress herself. Well, at least she was able to put on her jacket when she and her daddy were about to go outside. The little darling still needed his help when taking on...or off...other forms of fabric, like her slips or socks. Emphasis relied on the slips. Dave loved taking off her slips.

"Mhhhg...does my little baby like daddy's lips, huh?"

"Hehhehe, yeeessss! More, daddy!"

Dave smirked. Shirtless and sweaty, he was lying on his daughter's newly-bought bed, a sign of her independence he had hoped it would symbolize.

Lily lied flat on her back, her body almost as bare as the day she had been born. Almost, because she was still wearing a pair of slightly worn-out 'Byebye Kitty' panties. They were her favorite.

With her legs slightly bent upward, the caressed cutie cooed, clinging onto her father's head, who kept blowing raspberries into her stomach, that was now filled with a bit less baby fat and had gotten a little more toned.

"BRRRWRWRW! BRRWWWRRR!"

"HAHHAHAHA! DADDDYYYYYY! STOOOPPPP! I CAN'T BREATHE!"

"As you wish, my princess.", Dave spoke in a playfully mocking tone, and slowly, his chin grazed down from her belly button down to her panties-protected-pussy. Lily watched in awe as her father gave her underwear, and the flesh, her flesh, beneath it, a smothering wet kiss. And another one. And a few more, 'for good luck.'

"Muah...daddy loves the taste of his little girl. Now, sweetie. What say you and I make ourselves some pancakes, hm?"

As Dave picked his child up and carried her towards the kitchen, Lily asked the question he'd hoped she would never ask.

"Daddy, where's mommy?"

He stopped in his tracks. His lips bitten, the desperate dad pet his daughter's hair and ears. The ears that looked less like his and more like...

"I don't know sweetie. Maybe she's a work?"

That was a lie, and Dave felt that Lily knew it.

After their nasty fight at the daycare, they'd barely been speaking to each other. While Dave had taken off as many days as possible, trying to find another job that allowed him the flexibility he needed, Ashley had buried herself in her work, taking up more hours than usually.

And in her free time, she barely went home. Of course, she returned when it was time to read Lily a goodnight story or tick her in and give her a kiss. And she returned when it was time for her to sleep as well. Dave, thankfully, hadn't uttered any noise when she locked him out of the bedroom. Thus, he spent his nights on the couch. Deservedly.

"No, daddy. She not working. Today Sunday. It's free day!"

"Yes, you're right, honey. Maybe she's downtown, again, having some fun?"

Lily's quizzical eyes bore through his soul. "But why she go without Lily and daddy? We can havbe...be fun.", she protested.

"I...don't know, honey..." Another lie.

"Daddy made mommy sad?"

Taken aback, Dave put his daughter down. He felt as if a frog was stuck in his throat, and his chest kept bumping harder than normally. Caught.

"Yes, Lily...daddy made mommy sad, very sad. She wanted you to go to daycare. But I didn't want you to go there, because I felt you wouldn't fit in there."

"What is 'fit in'?"

"Well, it means you get to know the other kids there. Y'know? Like, meeting new people, making friends."

"Friends are good." Lily shrugged. She couldn't quite make out the reasoning behind her father's words.

He sighed. He missed his wife.

"Yes, baby, friends are good. Everyone needs to have friends...well, I don't have many friends, personally, but your mommy does...she's always been the more...social one out of us. You can't blame her...she knows her way around words. And the way she can cheer you up like this", he snapped his fingers, "in an instant, that...that's something I always admired about her. Heck, you could say, I envy her..."

"Envy?"

"It means mommy has something daddy wants, but he hasn't got it. And daddy was angry, and he told mommy you like me more than her."

"Not true!", Lily yelled, stomping her bare little feet on the ground. "Lily likes daddy AND mommy! Daddy lied! Daddy was naughty!"

Feeling the color leav his skin, Dave groaned. Grabbing his jacket, keys and wallet, he quickly dressed his daughter into something comfortable. He let her put on her jacket by herself. All the while he kept mumbling: "Let's go outside."

Ashley kept stirring. The two sugar cubes she'd put into her coffee had melted into their crystallized forms a long time ago, yet she couldn't stop herself from holding onto the little spoon in her right hand. Her left hand's grip on the porcelain mug remained. She needed the heat, even though it was a warm autumn afternoon, the sun still above.

She looked like a mess. And that couldn't have been worded more kindly. Her hair in disarray, heavy bags of sadness hung below her blue eyes, the fire seemingly blown out of them. While she was still dressed appropriately, her clothes were too loose, as she hadn't eaten much these past couple of weeks. If a stranger had walked in, they might've confused her for a woman 15 years older than the 28 year young thing she actually was.

While she stared into the brewed produce of cheap diner caffeine soup mixed with milk and sugar, she was too deeply sunken in her own thoughts to spot the reflection of a young uniformed male in the fluid.

"Be careful, or you might fall into it.", the young fella quipped.

Ashley looked up, bedazzled. "Hm? I'm sorry...", she murmured.

"It's alright. You wouldn't be the first wo-, I mean, you wouldn't be the first person to ignore me."

He had a soft round face, adorned with tiny freckles on the bridge of his nose and cheeks. His hair had the color of a tangerine, and probably smelt like it, too. His light white skin had a nice glow to it under the dimly lit lamps. But the mesmerizing nature of his green eyes, green like a never-ending cloverfield, drove the depressed dame to take in this person, this man.

"Now, THAT I find hard to believe.", Ashley raised her eyebrow.

Emboldened by her remark, the juvenile waiter leaned against her table. "I swear, it's true! Everytime I make contact with a woman, everything seems fine and dandy. And then, POOF!, once I ask for their number, suddenly they got a dying grandma at home, or a sick puppy...or a sick dying grandma puppy! I'm telling ya, I'm cursed."

It was the first time in uncountable days that Ashley smiled, again. A genuine smile. Not the kind she forced herself to to flash towards her managers or colleagues to assure them everything was alright at home. And this kid had managed to place it on her face.

"Well, I'm not running away...I paid for my coffee after all."

"And I still don't know, why, ma'am. With all due respect to our coffee machine in the back and my modest skills, our coffee is ass."

"Would you say it taste like that, as well?"

"Well, that depends on if you're asking me if I've eaten ass before."

"...do I want to know?"

"You're right. Sorry."

"Its alright.", Ashley grinned. She pointed to the seat opposite of her. Her booth, like the diner overall, was quite empty. "You're still not banished, busboy. Sit down, be a gentleman and tell me your name."

"Thanks, ma'am. I apologize in advance for all the other crap that's gonna come out of my mouth sooner or later. Oh, and it's Jake."

"Ashley. Ashley Ashton."

"Youre kidding, right?", Jake chortled.

Ashley sighed. "Nope. It's like I'm straight out of a 'Narvel' novel."

"Damn. No offense, of course. I mean, Ashton still sounds pretty cool. Imagine having 'O'Brian' as your last name."

A chuckle escaped the curious woman's lips. "Jake O'Brian? Wow, I never would've thought you Irish."

"I know, right? Usually, people think I'm Punjabi or Swasi. But no. Just another full-blooded American, who, just like the people above, hates the British."

"Really? But what about Sherlock Holmes, and all the other literature?"

"Hmm, fair point. To tell you the truth: I'm a sucker for crime dramas. I love watching shows or reading about hard-boiled detectives solving one murder mystery after another, always one step away from death themselves."

"Not to mention all the alluring women begging to be noticed by said detectives?", Ashley winked.

Jake shrugged, slightly flustering. "Well, that's one of the many appeals...why, you're into mysterious, creative guys?", he smirked, leaning forward. His arms crossed and placed on the table, the 20 year old shot Ashley a suggestive glance.

She, however, remained as calm as always. "Well...I married one...sorry." With a grimace, she showed Jake the wedding band she had unintentionally hidden behind the mug before.

As the hotshot's shoulders slumped, he banged his head on the table, groaning. "Fuck! It's always the same...I'm sorry, it's just...you're looking so pretty, and--"

"Now let me stop you right there, kid. If this is your ideal form of feminine beauty, you need to get your eyes checked. Also, I'm old enough to...ummm...well, I may be old enough to be your older sister, at least."

"Didn't stop the people in 'Game of Bones'."

"Yeah, but they're British. Screw 'em!"

"Alright, now you've earned yourself a new pot of coffee...fresh coffee! I think I like you, Ashley."

"Well, Jake, be ready for a great tip later. Thanks to you, I feel like a burden has been lifted off my mind. I think I made a new friend today."

As the two kept on chatting throughout the evening, Dave took a walk in a park, his mind lost in preoccupations. Lily skipped next to him, happy and carefree, as a child should be.

As they walked by a playground, Dave spotted a group of children of different backgrounds and ages there. He smiled as he heard their excited screams and felt his own adrenaline pumping into his blood flow as he watched them chase after another. With a gentle poke to her side, Dave spoke to his girl.

"Hey, Lily, wanna play a bit with the kids there?"

Said one only glanced at the infantile cacophony nearby, and quickly averted her gaze, staring at her father's crotch, instead.

"I don't wanna...", Lily whispered as she pressed her face against his lower regions, her arms wrapped around his legs. Dave looked around to make sure nobody was watching them. But that wasn't his only worry.

"Baby, what do you mean? Don't worry, those kids aren't mean. They just want to play and have fun, like you. And if they make you sad, daddy will beat them up, hahaha. Deal?"

Lily remained silent, and shook her head. "No. Lily not like. Wanna stay with daddy."

"But...don't you want to make any new friends? I don't wanna pressure you, just..."

The little girl muffled into her father's pants. "Don't need friends. I have daddy. And daddy has no friends, too. So, Lily don't need friends."

The sting Dave felt in his heart might have been miniscule, but it's impact revealed itself quickly. Thoughts and emotions raced through him. His green eyes widened in horror upon realization.

'What have I done?', was the only sentence he could formulate mentally. He now understood what his wife had meant when she talked about the necessity of kindergarten. The same wife he had scared away...had squandered away, all because he had lacked basic empathy.

"Lily, daddy needs to make a phone call. You wanna eat out today? How about some Mexican food?"

Lily looked up with gleaming smile. "Yaaayyy! Yummy tacos! Mommy will be there?"

"I pray that she will, honey."

She was. After having exchanged numbers with Jake, Ashley met with her seemingly extranged husband at the Mexican restaurant they'd been having many romantic dates in years ago. While it didn't look as comfortably luxurious as it had years ago, it's charm remained.

Lily was happy. As she kept munching on her baby-sized taco in her one hand, her other tried to draw a bit on the sheet of paper the staff had gifted her. Her skills hadn't much improved over the year, but her hand-eye-coordination did, as well as her grip on the pencils.

Thankfully, she barely noticed the adult things her mommy and daddy talked.

"Saying I was a freaking moron wouldn't do justice to all morons on this planet."

"Universe."

"And beyond that. Ashley, I...I can totally understand if you me gone, if you want me to sleep on the couch for the rest of our lives...I won't complain. Please, I only care about one thing: that you truly understand I meant only well for our dau-"

"Oh, 'our' daughter? I thought I was just the nanny changing diapers?"

"You aren't."

"But it...it sometimes feels this way, Dave. And look, I know our child can't be blamed for any of this. And I'm even trying to be mature enough not to put any blame on you..."

"I would deserve it, though."

"Yes, you would. But I want to stay above this. I want our family to be happy. But I can't do this alone. You were a fantastic father for the first two years. You probably changed more diapers than me, took way more baths with her. And it's important for a child to have someone to nurture her for those first two years.

But Lily is growing. She needs friends. As weirdly as I may phrase this: she needs strangers. Strangers her own age, of course. Strangers who may hurt her a bit by not letting her play with their toys. Strangers who offer her pieces of their mud cakes or...geez, even want to play doctor with her. If she never experiences rejection and inclusion, how do you think she'll fare in the future?

You can't always protect her, Dave. And that's okay. We talked about this many times when I was still pregnant. We promised ourselves we wouldn't turn into these weird people who think their kid is made out of porcelain. But I guess things aren't as easy in reality than they seemed in one's mind."

"They surely aren't. And I'm sorry it took me so much time to get it through my thick skull."

"Well, said thick skull is part of the reasons why I married you. Just don't embarrass me ever again like that, mister. I'm serious."

"Scout's honor. May the devil drag me down if I do otherwise."

As he did the salute, Ashley couldn't help but giggle at her husband's antics. Soon, giggling turned into laughter. Dave joined in.

Finally. They both felt free again.

Lily looked up with a questioning look.

"Mommy, Daddy you two friends again?"

As she said this, her father grabbed her mother's ready hands and caressed her fingers with his. Ashley smiled towards her child.

"Yes, sweetie. Mommy and daddy are friends again."

"Hellooooo, Lily!", Gwen, the kindergarten teacher greeted the family of three. It'd been a few days now since the Ashforts had sought her out again. And while there had been some screaming and crying on Lily's first day, she'd settled in quite quickly.

The shy young girl Gwen had met a month ago was now more open and energetically repeated her greeting.

"Mooorrrniing, Miss Gwen."

As the young woman took Lily by her hand, she was happy to see Lily not making a fuss this time. Instead, the little angel waved her parents goodbye.

"Bye, mommy! Bye, daddy! See ya later, alligator!"

"In a while, crocodile!", Dave and Ashley enthusiastically shouted back, smiles of pride on their faces.

Dave held his wife close, with his arm around her waist. She, meanwhile, rested against his chest, watching in melancholy.

"Bet she's already forgotten about us?", Ashley whispered.

Dave shook his head, smiling from one ear to another. "She better not, if she wants to stay in our house."

"Oh, wow. I'm gonna tell on you on her, you know that?"

"Better tell Jake, too. He surely has an opinion on that."

Ashley chuckled. "You're jealous."

"No, I'm not. I just don't like people like him."

"Who? Redheads?"

"Them maybe, too. No, I hate that crime and drama type of shit. Like, who needs all this grittiness? It's not like our world is already gloomy as it is."

"Says the comic book artist."

"Theyre called Graphic Novels, dear."

"Do you want a divorce?"

"They're comics."

"Good boy. You wanna drop me off at work?"

"It'd be my pleasure. You're the mother of my child, after all."

"And don't you ever forget that, mister Ashton.", Ashley grinned, as she stepped into the passenger seat of their car.

Things went back to normal...whatever 'normal' meant.

Bonus:

Lily was now 3 years and 9 months old.

It was a lazy saturday. While her mother was busy cooking in the kitchen, her father had her pinned down in her room, the door closed.

"Hehe...nhg...Daddy...feels funny..."

"Mmhh...it's ok, sweetie...do you want daddy to stop?"

"Mmhhh...noooo..."

Lily was fully naked this time. Dave had already pulled down her cat-themed panties, and was now burying his head in between his toddler's tasty thighs.

As he plastered her underdeveloped pussy lips with fatherly smooches, his tongue kept on flicking around her urethra. Each lick made Lily breathe in heavily. Convulsions, small size, felt like a command for Dave to keep going. And he did.

"Muah...mhhh...daddy loves your little baby pussy, Lily."

"Hey!", Lily gently protested, kicking her father's head ("Ow!") with her left foot. "Am not a baby anymore! I'm a big girl, daddy."

"Sorrryyyy, sweetie. How about...mhhh...daddy kiss your moomoo a few times more? Until dinner is ready?"

"Okey dokey. But no biting, or I tell mommy.", Lily giggled, enjoying the effect her words had on her father.

"That reeks of mutiny. More licking it is!", Dave declared in a funny voice, before keeping on exploring the outer shell of his daughter's cunny with his nimble tongue.

"Ahhhhhh~~ daddyyyyyyyy...no stopping. Yaaaayyyy~"

As they later said at the dinner table, Ashley watched in amusement as her husband kept watching their daughter, who was able to hold her fork by herself now, eat her little meal, while he barely touched his.

"You not hungry, Superdad?"

Dave shit her an innocent grin. "Already ate. It tasted delicious."

As Lily joined in on her father's laughter, her mother could only shake her head, wondering what type of inside joke and shenanigans those two had been up to, again.

Notes:

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Chapter 6: Year 4: Make-believe, great relieve, claim repeat

Summary:

A bit/lot more sexual shenanigans than in the previous chapter. Obviously, with its limitations. I'm afraid this chapter will be short.

Notes:

Kudos and COMMENTS

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Lily was now 4 years and a few months old.

"Ten"

"Nine"

"Nghhh...keep going, sweetie."

"Eight"

"Seven"

"Uhh..."

"It also starts with an 's', mhhh"

"SIX!" - - - - "Atta girl, keep going, daddy's close."

"FIVE"

"FOUR"

"THREE"

"NGGHH OH YEAHHHH"

"TWOONE! DADDY, GIMME YOUR CREAM NOW!"

Once the harmonic sounds left Lily's mouth, her lips parted again, her tongue out and expecting. "Aaaaaaaa"

In front of the roughly 40 lbs (18 kg) and 40 inches (101 cm) body of a casually dressed 4 year old stood her own father, Dave. Unlike his daughter, he was wearing his birthday suit. And just a few seconds before, he'd been stroking his fat cock at a fast and unrelenting pace, deeply inamoured with the beautiful oval-shaped face in front of him. And now, he was letting out a huge grunt. With no inhibitions left, the pedo padre orgasmed, heat and sperm pumping through his shaft towards his penal exist.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuuckkkkk", he exclaimed. Cum shot after a cum shot, released from his pulsating tip, splashed against the cheeky grin on his little girl. Lily, having grown accustomed to her father's sloppy and uncontrollable 'urges' over the short years of her infantile live, kept her face hole open, squeaking with joy as she tasted the salty spunk she had been once part of.

LICK, SLURP, SLURP*

"Mhhhh~"

With a few spurts left, Dave was slowly returning from his utopic trip to the orgasmic fields to the limits of reality. Panting, shaking, exhausted.

"Oh God...no...don't tell me..."

Although the majority of his fuckjuice was now painting his minimally tanned child's upper front a healthy white, drops and dripplets landed on her denim overalls and her dark pink cotton sweatshirt underneath.

"Daddy, you made a mess, again. And you said a bad word. I'm gonna tell mommy, hehehee!"

"Please don't, pumpkin. Believe me, mommy wouldn't like this. How about I clean that mess off your face and we tell mommy you spilled yogurt on your outfit, okay?"

"Again? Mommy will get sus...suspic...suspicious."

Dave sighed. "I get it, honey. But believe me, it's still normal for kids your age to be that clumsy. Don't ask me how I'm gonna find excuses once you're 11."

Lily blushed and raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not clumsy! I'm just a baby! And a big girl. A big girl baby."

"Big girls know how to pour their own or age juice and can go potty without daddy looking for snakes in the toilet every time." Dave couldn't hide his smugness.

"But Lola said her, her cousin knew somebody, and...and THEY found a snake in their toilet."

"Honey, Lola is four. Making up and imagining things, like stories, entail a healthy part of a child's growth. And I know Lola's one of your best friends, but don't you thi-"

"Boooriiiiinnnggg!", Lily threw up her arms, huffing in annoyment. Her father shook his head. As he grabbed a warm and wet towel, and wiped the semen off his baby girl's ears and nose and lips and clothes, he absorbed her grateful glance on him. He shut up about Lola.

Sometimes, the father of one had nothing but contentment in his soul for the abundance of repetition in his daily life. Sure, his job as a comic book artist had a few changes here and then. A few colleagues sprung off and joined the other part of the duopoly, a new middle manager seeking to flex his macho muscles quickly understood that messing with full-time artists wasn't worth the paycheck. The usual. As long as he had his storyboard and touchpad and, most importantly, his freedom in form of his own office, life didn't offer many threats.

Yes, even the very rare arguments he shared with his wife Ashley, of which, nonetheless, each impacted their relationship, paled in comparison to the joyful times they spent together. On picnic trips, on romantic dates, on their second honeymoon--if there was anything Ashley and Dave Ashton loved more than each other, it was the reignating of the very same love they'd been sharing since their very first kiss more than half a decade ago.

Of course, while his world moved in predictable pace and tracks, his cute daughter's life consisted of exploration and discovery. Each morning a new adventure, each time at daycare another fun game to play; and the little firecracker slithered through any danger she faced. Lily had her parents' smarts, her mother's slope to extroversion and calculations and her father's thirst for creativity and healthy complacency.

And this day would be no different.

After their weekly 'countdown cum-drown', Lily would take a shower together with her daddy.

"Mmhhhh~~...daddy...I feel all tingly, again. Nghh...it feels weird, after all this time..."

As Lily was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, her slender little legs spread, her fingers grasped for the pineapple-patterned yellow curtain. Her father's head nestled between her thighs. Dave leaned against the tub wall and sat upright. With his left hand jerking off his soapy log, the adult man's upper lips kept on kissing his 4 year old's lower lips, taking in the sweet odor of her girlhood.

SHLICK, SHLICK, SHLICK, SHLICK, SHLICK*

"Yum...do you want me to stop, sweetie? You know you can always tell me if you don't like what I'm doing, right?"

"Silly daddy. Of course I know thaAhhht...mmmhhh...I think I want to,...to try it faster. Please?"

A little worry in his glance, Dave looked up at his girl. "Are you sure, Lily?"

"Yup. And I promise I'll tell you if I don't like it."

"I love you, baby."

"Hehe, and I love you, daddy."

Thus, the licking continued and the morale improved. With his nostrils grazing her purely even mound, Dave started munching on Lily's cunny. Like a vacuum in reverse, the father's mouth was plastered on the daughter's entire organ. Lily moaned, the warm sensation of happiness flooding her tiny body during her daddy's sucking on her clit that had the size of a needle head.

"Yes, daddy...I like...uhhh...ohhhh...mmmm...Lily likes this...more..."

SLURP, SLURP, NIBBLE, SLURP, SMOOTCH*

"MHhhh...I love your little pussy so much, Lily...God, it's so sweet and tight...mhhh~"

"P-pussy?"

"Yes, babe, that's another word for your little cunny or your 'hop-ha'. It's a bit more of a grown-up word, so let's keep it to ourselves. But it's important that you know what to call it, just in case."

"Ahhh~...okay, papi...nghhh...is my...is my poo-si really that sweet?", her eyes lit up in innocent curiosity.

A groan escaped Dave's lips, as his left fingers kept on stroking his cock, while he kept on feasting, a slimy saliva coat loosely drawn on his daughter's cunt.

"It's the best, little one."

"Is it...uhm...nghhh...better than mommy's?"

Dave stopped in his a tracks for a second. But instead of churning, his stomach was full of laughter.

"Hahhaha, um...well, honey, let's just say your mommy's pussy is beautiful in a different way. I like her pussy. And I like, love your pussy. There's enough place in daddy's heart and on his lips for both~"

Lily was not so easily fobbed off. "But is mine sweeter or mommy's?", she inquired emphatically. To stress her commitment, she pushed her father's head away.

Said one couldn't help but grin as he spotted his daughter's pouty lips and wideneyed eyes.

"My, my...ever heard of the green-eyed monster, dear?"

"I'm NOT jealous!" Lily got the gist and puffed.

"No, of course not. You just want daddy all for yourself, right? All the time?"

"...maybe..."

Shaking his head, the perverted padre grabbed his bare child by her hips and sat her on his lap. With a mind of her own, she gripped his member and placed it between her soaky legs. Gently, she began giggling and jerking. Her tender little calves rubbed against his shaft as she moved herself back and forth and forth and back and up and down, up and down.

"Oh, fuck yeahhh..."

"Daddy, you said the bad word, again."

"Oh, dang it...how many ice cream cones did I promise you again as bribes?"

"Two for this week, and now three."

"I curse the day you learned how to count."

"Hehe, you can blame Miss Gwen for it."

"I'd like to, but she's done a fantastic job so far in raising my little angel.", Dave whispered proudly, planting a wet kiss on Lily's forehead.

Sauid cutie kept on jerking. Faster, faster, faster. While her baby bubble butt jumped around on her daddy's lap, her forelimbs kept on massaging.

Ahhhhhh, fuuuuuckkkkk!", Dave yelled out. While Lily continued moving her legs, his throbbing tool began spitting out loads, covering her tasty little feet and everything above in cum and cum, again. Lily watched in fascination, impressed by the volume of cummies her daddy produced; a sight she never could get used to.

After he calmed down, the father looked down on his daughter. This time, it was her turn to be smug.

"That's four cones, mister."

"Make it five, because I just realized we have to take a bath, again."

"Lola won't believe it if I tell her."

Sighs and laughter.

Lily was now 4 years and 10.5 months old.

It had been snowing the night before, and family Ashton welcomed the magnificent whiteness on their lawn. It was the first time Lily had fully dressed herself in her winter gear without any help. Her mother Ashley had joked that, once she'd stop wetting the bed, she would be ready to move out already.

While her parents sat in their stylish black chairs on the terrace and warmed their hands and bellies with hot cups of cocoa, Lily put her artistic skills to test by building her very own snowwoman. Although the lower ball was easy to roll and easy to form, the rest of it proved itself to be quite a challenge to the young mind. And Lola didn't help much, either.

"Nooooo waaayyyy!", the little girl exclaimed, her olive brown skin and eyes contrasting with the cold white snow. While Lily wore her favorite purple winter jacket, green bobble hat, striped colored gloves, thick pink leggings and dark green boots, Lola opted for an outfit seemingly swimming in sunlight.

"Way! Every way.", Lily retorted, shooting her friend a dirty look. "Daddy said in a few years, he's gonna put his fingers inside my poosi."

"That's so digsuting! Daddies aren't supposed to do that. You know this, because all the other kids at daycare say so, too."

"Yeah, well, uhm...maybe their daddies don't like them as much as mine does."

"That's crap."

Lily gasped. "Bad word."

"What? You gonna tell on me? Don't be weird, Lily. You know what Aziz said last week during playtime."

" 'Only tattletales tell'. He's very smart."

"Ewwwwww, don't say that. He's a boy."

"True.", Lily nodded pensively, amazed by her friend's wisdom.

Lola interjected. "But wait! Your dad's a boy, too. A stinky, big boy."

Lily's cheeks turned red, only partly due to the cold. "You take that back, you butt."

"Make me."

"Don't have to. DADDDYYYYYY!!"

"Omg, Lily, no, please, no!"

Hearing his daughter's scream, Dave's instincts kicked in and he jumped up. His wife and he shared a glance.

"You think she's in trouble?", he asked.

"Can't be. It's only been 20 minutes.", Ashley snipped.

Dave shrugged. Taking a last sip from his cup, he zipped up his jacket and started marching towards the frontiers of his back lawn.

"If I don't make it, don't remarry."

"Not for at least a week after the funeral, my love. And I'll keep all your collections in mint condition, like you'd have wanted."

"Could a man ask for a better wife?", Dave quipped.

As he was a tad bit out of earshot, but not quite out of sight, he found his daughter in a seemingly heated argument.

"Daddy! Lola said you're stinky."

"NOT TRUE, she's lying, Mr. Ashton.", Lola protested, stomping her foot emphatically.

Dave ignored the little brown girl and faced only his daughter. The look on his face? Be and A-mused. "Really? Did she? My, my. I hope you told her that I shower regularly."

"Yup, I did. And that we shower together and that you often play with my hoo--my pussew...and, and...uh...I forgot."

Different from what one might have expected, Dave chortled, shaking his head in humorous disbelief. Placing his hand on his daughter's bobble hat, he gently ruffled her hair.

"And do you think Lola is gonna tell her mommy and daddy about what we're doing."

With a smug grin, Lily triumphantly turned towards Lola, putting her hands on her hips. "Noooo...because 'Only tattletales tell.', hehehee!" Emphasizing her logical win, she showed her frenemy her tongue.

Grtting her teeth, said one let loose and mumbled into her breath: "Well, I AM gonna tell!"

Noticing the worrying look on his daughter's face, Dave knelt down. "What did she say, sweetie?"

Small crystals formed in the endless green of Lily's eyes. "She...", the little baby sniveled, "she said she's gonna tell."

"Oh, no. Really?"

"Yes...I...I don't want you to get into trouble, daddy..."

"Shhh...it's, okay, pumpkin." With that said, Dave stood up again, a stern stare directed towards Lola's broad direction. "Alright then, Lola. If you wanna tell on us so badly, let's give you a last little show, so that you know exactly what to tell. Lily, honey, do you need help with your snowman?"

"Snowwoman."

"Sorry. Note to self: reexamine my biases. Anyway, how about daddy helps you finish your creation?"

Lola protested. "No! She's supposed to do it on her own." Dave didn't pay any attention to her. Lily smiled and nodded.

With a bit of tussling and giggling accompanying them, the two managed to place a second huge ball of snow on the rather lumpy first.

But then, when Lily reached down for the finished, rather small, third, the head of the snowwoman, she felt her father's gloved fingers caressing and kneading her baby butt.

"Uh...mhhh...daddy?"

"Dont worry, sweetie. Let Lola watch. I don't care about her. It's only you and me here, ok?"

A warm sensation of belonging and calmness flodded the little girl's heart. And soon, her chest, which was the part her father touched and kept kneading and pinching with his other hand. Meanwhile, his daughter was held up high and proudly gifted her creation the last snowy sphere.

Lily panted and moaned as her daddy's fingers kept rubbing her boobies and butt, or tits and ass, as he'd say, without any care for indignation.

"Mmhhh...~"

"More?"

"Please more..."

A hungry look in his eyes, the father handed his sweet child three similarly sized dark rocks. As Lily took them, Dave moved closer. His hips trusted forward and his crotch, his fucking bulge, rubbed against the tightly clothed ass cheeks of his underage child. Said one, although flustering, tried to bury each rock into the supposed belly of the snowwoman.

"Good girl...mhhh..."

"Daddy...ahh...you gotta be...nhggg...careful...or else you'll have...ahhhh...a warm cummie spot in your pants, hehehe."

"Mhhh~, worth it."

He jumped faster. God, yes! Faster. More. Father on daughter. Cock between ass cheeks. Faster. Faster!

As Dave came, Lily spotted how spurs of his potent liquid seeped through the fabrics of his sweatpants, and shuddered as tiny bits of fluid lovejuice rinsed through the seam of her leggings, finally reaching her 4 year old ass creek.

"Ahhhhh...fuck..that felt good..."

"Lily!"

"Oops. Umm...do I owe you a cone, now?"

Dave chuckled. "It's, alright, sweetie. But don't you think your snowwoman is missing something?"

"Uhmmm...hmm...ohhh...her tits?"

"Exactly."

"You two are sick.", was everything Lola could only say, her mouth shockedly agape the whole time. Dave and Lily ignored her and kept on rolling fresh pieces of snow into two formidable breasts. After the placement, the pair hugged and tongue-kissed.

"I gotta go back to mommy now, Lily. Think you can handle Lola on your own?"

"Sure can. Thanks, daddy."

Without bidding his daughter's former friend goodbye, Dave walked back.

Lily kept playing with and touching her snowy creation, her own child, while Lola spat toxicity. "You and your daddy are sick! I can't wait until everyone finds out about this."

Lily shrugged and turned her back on the yellow-clad gremlin. "Do what you want. I don't wanna play with you anymore."

"You..wha...what?! But, Lily..."

Whereas Lily handled the emotional breakup with the nonchalance of her mother's daughter, her father made his way back to the terrace, where Ashley had been awaiting him.

"I didn't see much from here, although I lived the way you held Lily high for her to place the head, but even from this distance, one can see the huge bazonkas on that snowman."

"Snowwoman."

"Smartass. Anything you wanna tell me?"

"Alright...you got me. I admit it: the snow lady and I are in love. We're leaving for Honolulu in the morning."

"And I guess you'll be back a few hours later? Since, yknow, she's probably gonna melt away before the honeymoon even begins?"

"A man can dream."

"Yeah, but only that, since his dreams are dumb."

"You're dumb."

"I think our daughter has got a huge influence on you.", Ashley quipped.

Dave chuckled. "Definitely. She got into a huge fight with Lola, by the way."

"Oh, no, what happened?", Ashley asked with a hint of worry in her tone.

Dave waved it off. "It's alright. Lola said something mean about you and me, and Lily didn't take that shit from her. I got a feeling their friendship is...on thin ice now...get it?"

Groaning.

"Dave, I love you--"

"I love you, too, Ashley."

"But the puns have to stop, or else I'm gonna adopt Lola and you're gonna have three women nagging at you from then on."

Dave had a questioning and funny look on his face. "You're saying this, as if--"

"Yeah, yeah, I know.", Ashley interrupted him, laughlinly leaning back against her chair, holding her phone in one hand and her cup of coffee in another, "But hey, she's got other pals and companions, too, so I ain't worried for Lily. After all, it's normal for kids her age to have imaginary friends."

Bonus:

LILY LEARNS THE (forbidden) ALPHABET

A = Ashton (Like her last name)

B = Boobies (The things her mommy has and that she has, although in smol)

C = Cock (Daddy's thingie~)

D = Daddy

E = E-jack-kewl-layt (cummies)

F = the naughty word

G = Gwen (daycare lady)

H = Home

I = iFone (to watch Blewey on ThouTube)

J = Jerking (playing with daddy's cock)

K = King (daddy)

L = Lily

M = Milk

N = NUGGIES :D

O = Oranges (yucky, bleh)

P = Princess (Lily)

Q = Queen (mommy)

R = Rhubarb (yucky!)

S = SEX (naughty)

T = Titties (boobies)

U = Uranus (butt, hehhehehe)

V = Vageene (pussy, naughty)

W = Wishes (a million!)

X = Xanthous (favorite color, daddy taught)

Y = Yummy (cookies, cummies)

Z = Zzzzzzz (sleepy)

Notes:

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Sorry, i know the bonus is very weak this time. I got a little tired at the end. Hope it's still good for y'all

Chapter 7: Year 5: How To "Train' Your Daughter? [Alternative: Regrets, Rejects]

Summary:

Will be shorter. Sick again. Still, enjoy and sorry, my reddit got nuked. Do you guys think I should switch to Twitter or anything else?

Update after looking at the word count: WTF?! ARE YOU GUYS PUTTING SOMETHING IN MY DRINKS OR AM I JUST OBSESSED WITH WRITING?! Either way, y'all owe me. Wish me to get well soon ?

Or more funny comments?

Notes:

Kudos and Comments

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Chapter Text

"DADDY! MOMMY! LOOK HOW HIGH I CAN CLIMB!"

Lily now was 5 years and 68 days old.

"You're doing great, honey! I can barely see you from down here.", shouted Ashley, watching with pride as her little girl put her strength into her limbs.

Her goal? The ceiling. The color-rich climbing wall of the local activity center proved to be quite challenge. It had taken the Ashton's youngest (and only) several trips to the building before she was even able to reach a third of the way up top.

But the hard work had paid off. Her sewing-machine legs full of tremor, Lily swung herself upward, or so she perceived it.

"Nhgg...I can...do it...I can...nhgg...do it...", she repeated, like a mantra. The safety rope's carabiner clung onto her light blue shirt, while her bright yellow helmet nearly absorbed her petite head. Lily kept groaning and kept moving her cute butt that was hidden behind a pair of elastic black pants stopping right below her gear-equipped knees. Sweat ran down her skin and clothes, and a few droplet landed on her white Mikey's.

"Ahhhhh!!", the girl suddenly yelled. Her left foot slipped off of one of the rocks. With effort, she held onto the remaining ones. Lily's face distorted to a disappointed grimace. She was so close. Just a few feet/meters left until the bell at the ceiling. The golden little bell she'd been training weeks to reach for.

"Don't worry, Lily! You can do it, baby! You're so close, don't give up."

Her mother's voice, slightly worried, reassured her the backup she knew she always had. But right now, doing this on her own mattered more to her. Lily puffed, as her right foot slipped off, as well, both limbs now dangling helplessly in the air. Her bones felt like burning.

She whispered: "Nononononono!". She felt her body give up on her. Of course, the rope was there to protect her. Not to mention the tons of mattresses below. But...why now?

Yet, right before her hands let go, and she mentally prepared herself for another round of 'you-tried' ice cream from her mom, the exploring preschooler felt a quick paw beneath her, squeezing the area between her baby butthole and belly button with precision.

Lily looked down. She'd realized its identity beforehand. Sighing.

"Daddyyyyyyy! You're not supposed to help me. Now, they won't accept it."

"I'm sorry, honey, but I'm pretty sure they don't allow dead kids at "Kwame's"."

Rolling her eyes, she shook her behind and softly kicked down with her feet.

"Oww!"

"We wouldn't have to go there if you'd let me win."

"So, my princess wouldn't want a delicious scope of frozen honey melon dew after a meritous win?"

"No!", Lily showed her tongue. "'Cause ice cream's for losers."

Dave nearly lost his other hand's grip on the orange rock closeby. "You don't mean that. But...but...all the good times we had there?! Don't they mean anything to you?..." Dave continued to speak in a theatrical voice, before pitchip it up an octave. "HOW COULD YOUUUUUU!!!"

"Hehhehe...daddy, stop it! You're gonna...heheh...you're gonna make me lose my ba-lance."

"Well, excuuuuuse me, princess. Would it make you feel better", raspily, he whispered, "if daddy did this?"

Lily was startled as she sensed her father's digits knead her forming cheeks, with one getting very close to her funny place. Dave, grateful for the acknowledgably right height they were in, closed his eyes, trying his best not to thrust forward and let his boner crash into the wall.

His daughter had a harder time concentrating. Lily already knew about some of the functions of her body, although still tapping in the dark about other things, and knew the wetness she felt seep through her ribbed panties was a good thing. A happy little accident, but without telling mommy about it. Obviously. And the way her upper cheeks reddened and her breath was drawn in shorter pulls...

"Ahhh...why...are you...always so horny...? Not even the boys...the boys...nghhh...at kindergarten play with me like that...and they're... Ahhhhh...they're all weirdos, too."

"Mhh...your daddy is a weirdo, then? Is that what my little climber is saying, huh?"

Dave kept teasing his angel with little pinches here and there. If someone had said he had a drooling look on his kisser, he wouldn't have denied it.

"Ahh~...daddy...at least...let's go down? Mommy is probably worriaaahd..."

"No way, José!"

"Who's Hozier?"

"We still got to take you up. I don't care what the rules are. You deserve this."

Nodding along, Lily looked up. The bell was so close. With a newfound determination, the little girl gave herself a jolt and, with her father's push, climbed up and up and up. Meter by meter.

Finally, as her fingers gripped the handle of the fortified golden bell hung under the ceiling, Lily swung that sucker and screamed: "I'm the queen of the woooorrrlllddddd!!!!"

Ashley, 20 meters below, cheered on the dynamic duo she was proud to call her family. "YEEESSSS!!! THERE WE GO, THAT'S MY LILY!"

"Congratulations, honey. You earned it." Dave smiled. His ring finger kept rubbing his child's hoo-ha. Lily blushed.

"Yeah...I guess so..."

Making a thoughtful face, her father tacitly climbed down with her, where the two were greeted by a cheering Ashley. As consequence for Lily's success, it was decided the trio would go eat Pizza. Ashley was happy because it would've been her turn to cook this night. Dave was happy because it meant Lily could stroke his cock under the table while his wife would be too busy taking her time reading the menu.

And Lily?

Lily was now 5 years and 7 months old.

She hadn't changed much in height and weight, compared to her post-toddler changes. But what she seemingly lacked in bodily growth, she made up in brain size increase. While other kids her age were able to draw recognizable triangles and scrawly write their own names on paper, she was ahead of them and sketched pyramids. Her eye for the 3rd dimension, she had inherited from her father. But, knowing facts and data, like her full name AND address, that was something she'd taken from her mother's side.

Although her artistic skills were undeniable, it took her some time learning to correctly hold a pencil. In private, her father would often joke that the tool she had been practicing her grip on was 'too thick', to which Lily one day retorted: "Yeah, but the pencil doesn't smell sometimes!" That shut up Dave for good.

Right now, she and Dave were wrestling on her bed. It was a combination of good luck and galvanized steel beams that held her huge 60x120 bed intact. All the shaking and vertical thrusting surely impacted upon the her fluffy mattress.

Of course, Dave wasn't ramming it inside his 2-foot-/1.1-meter-tall daughter. He was a normal man.

They had done what they usually did when Ashley was at work and Lily had awoken from her three hour afternoon nap: taking out the trash, watching a few cartoons, eating a healthy snack with lots of berries (and even half an orange, even though Lily hated them and would probably hate them forever). And now, they were in their undies.

Dave, gentelmanly, rubbed his hard dick between Lily's legs. His daughter's girlie parts secreted a sweet-smelling odor, similar to peaches, as they responded to the constant friction from his fat shaft.

"Nhgg...daddy...daddy~"

"Oh, Lily...Lily, yes...yes...oh, sweetie...ngnn...you don't know...mhhh..."

Bits of precum soiled his otherwise clean gray boxers.

The warm late-summer rays shone through the room's open window, slightly chill indoor-reaching winds blowing the horn for the soon arrival of autumn. While the room had grown in the variety of toys and tools for Lily to entertain herself with, her daddy remained her favorite one.

Unperturbed by the climate, she sucked on her father's face, nibbling on his lips like he had taught her to by showing. Lily's hands were experiencedly wrapped around his neck, which he had to reach down with to enjoy the sensation of pure lust and fun that was his spawn. His thrusts increased, both in velocity and vigor.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! Dad-dad-dy-dy-dy"

"Oh, Lily, I like your little pussy so much. God, if only you were only old enough to..."

"Nghh...mhhh...to...to what, daddy?"

"Mh...well...I mean...yknow?...to put my penis inside you..."

"Your cock?"

"Language, young lady!"

"But that's what you taught me to call it!"

"Yeah, I know, I just enjoy teasing y-OW! What wash thatt for?!"

"Don't annoy your daughter, and she won't bite you on the lippie."

Dave pouted before he moved closer, pressing his child's warm body against his. Slick and sweaty, sweaty and slick. A harmonious bringing-together. His kisses became more active.

"Muah! You need to spend less time with your mother."

"Why, so you can...uhmm...mhhh...'put it in' me? Does that hurt?"

"Considering my entire dick is almost half your upper body's size, I'd say yes."

"Why? What happens if you stick it in? Or are you chicken, hehe?"

Lily, for the second or third time in her life, suddenly pushed back with her hips. Dave yelped in surprised satisfaction as he felt his girl's crotch hit back against his, their wettened underwear kissing softly in their smushes.

"Ahhhhh~"

"Daddy's a chicken, bawk bawk bawk.", Lily singsang, giggling with each repetition.

"Lily, I'm not saying you're wrong, but it's simply too dangerous and-"

Lily interrupted him. "Oh, like climbing? Or karate? Or the time we went kayaking and you, and you, and you didn't let me row because you were scared I would fall down?"

"Why do you talk about these things? I thought you had fun?" Dave was stumped. Would this become their very first father-daughter-argument? The movements met uncertainty.

Lily sighed. She had protested and tried to speak to her father about this problem more than once, and had even discussed this with her mother.

{Just because a child's vocabulary needs time to grow, it don't mean they ain't got nun to say about thing they care 'bout!}

"Daddy, we talked about this! You told me you'd stop treating me like a little baby."

"Lily, not wanting to split you in two is part of my responsibilities as a father...well, of a rare breed of fathers...hopefully, a very small one..."

"I wanna try! You said it yourself! I have my pussy ready."

Dave pulled Lily away. Keeping her at an arm's length, the pedo padre mustered. Education wasn't dressage.

Breathing heavily, he tried to get up, but his child clung onto his back, her tiny arms trying their best to grasp his hip in its scope. Her hands were trained on grasping and gripping and not letting go, no matter what.

"Lily, stop it. I don't want to talk about this. This is madness."

"Madness?"

"Crazy."

"You crazy."

"I'm grooming my daughter, so yeah, I am."

"Ha! Nice try, but there's no bride here!"

"No, that's not wh--"

"I'M NOT LETTING GO!", Lily exclaimed. Pressing her cute little feet on the sheets for support, she used all her might to keep her father from leaving, pulling and pulling.

Dave, exhaustedly, turned around, grabbed his child by her hips and tried to put her hands off his back and stomach. Admittedly, his little girl had become quite sturdy for the past months.

"Lily, let go. I'm tired of this game."

"NO! PUT IT IN ME!"

"You don't even know what that fully means!"

"I. DON'T. CARE!" As the last sound emitted from her foaming hole, she took a run-up stance, pressed her semi-balled fists against her father's belly, and pushed him.

Dave was caught off-guard. Tumbling, he instinctively reached find something to hold onto. Bad luck haunted him on that day. During his disbalance, he also slipped on one of his daughter's favorite rubber ducks.

CRASH, SLAM, BANG*

"AHHHH, FUUUCKKKK!!!"

Dave winced in pain. As if following cartoon logic, he landed belly up on the floor, his head stuck now between grids of Lily's former crib. He had told Ashley he'd get rid of it...last year. What you can but don't wanna do today, will bite you in the ass another way.

"DADDY! ARE YOU OK?!" Lily jumped down, marching towards her injured old man in his upper 20s.

"Ahhh...I'm not...sure...fuck...sorry for swearing, sweetheart...ouch...I guess... Nope, they're ok! Alright, so my legs aren't broken. Probably sprained. I can't move them well. My arms are stuck, too. Oh, for heaven's sake, what kind of parody is this supp-"

"And your cock?", Lily asked, blushing.

"My what?!"

"Your cock? Your peepee? Is it ok? Maybe i should check on it."

Lily pointed at the softened stick hiding behind her father's boxers. Curious, she knelt down. As her hands touched its fabrics, her fingers spread and ran down the texture of the cock she came from in squibbly lines. It slowly hardened, again. Dave groaned. The pain wasn't as influential as his sex.

"Lily...stop! Stop it right there, young lady! Anhh...Lily, I don't want this..."

"Tough luck.", the devil smirked. "I don't wanna wash my fingies everytime I get off the toilet. But YOU make me!"

"That's...fuck...that's two separate pairs of shoes...it means that's not the same, honey...please, just let daddy rest here for a bit, and get some butter for his head stuck in this crap."

"Bad word."

"It'll get worse if you don't stop...oohhh...with..."

Lily chuckled. She drew circles on the outer seam with one hand, while her other hand was slowly pulling down the curtains behind the sight she always liked seeing. Despite her father's hardness poking through, she managed to relieve him off his underwear that was now grazing his knees. Like on command, his thick fuckstick sprang out, its slimy tip nearly slapping against her forehead. Dave winced as he felt his daughter grab his hairy ballsack and gave it a teasing squeeze.

"Ahhhhh! Lily...no...stop...fuck...this is wrong..."

"Nah. It's fun! Let's play, hehe."

Lily knew her father enjoyed this, no matter what his voice sounded like. Why didn't he want her to have more fun? Why was he always so mean to her? Always nagging, always keeping her from reaching her...what was that word Miss Gwen had taught her?...ah yes, potential!

Now, this would be over.

Her little hands greedily moved on his shaft. Like clay, she pressed and twisted the tool she was playing with. More precum leaked out.

Once Dave's dick was hard enough (Lily had given it little kisses and licks of encouragement with her nubile mouth, as well!), Lily stood up and watched with pride. Nonchalantly, she pulled down her own panties. Dave watched with horror and horniness.

His daughter's bald little hills glimmered in the sweat of their earlier shenanigans. Her pubic mound looked as sweet as her tightened pink, bubblegum pink pussy lips definitely tasted. They themselves listened slightly, overjoyed by the fluids of her own. Lily smiled as she spotted her father's reaction.

"Now it's time for daddy to listen to me!"

"LILY, NO!"

But Lily didn't listen. She positioned herself right above his up-pointing cock, ignoring the trembling in her legs. With one huge sigh, Lily whispered "I can do it. I can do it." to herself.

Then she knelt again. Pussy and dick were almost touching. And, sticking her cute underage butt a bit higher, the preschooler yelled in triumph as she pushed her body down, ready to take in what her father had withheld from her for so lo-

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Not even 1 centimeter inside, a sharp, unimaginably powerful pain befell the naive little girl.

And once he heard his daughter's cry, Dave, like awakened, grabbed the wodden rods of the crib with his slightly bruised hands and bent and broke them in one go. Uncaring for his own wellbeing, he grabbed Lily by her hips and pulled her up. Tiny dots of blood remained on his tip, causing it to soften. Said dots came from a tiny rip, visible, from Lily's cunny.

"DADDY, IT HURTS! IT HURTS!"

"SHHHH! It's ok, sweetie. It's ok. Daddy's got you. Let's hug, alright? Let's hug it out."

"But...daddy...your legs...", whined Lily. Lots of sobbing.

"Screw them. Lily, it's alright, don't worry. The blood on your cunny is because my dick had too much pressure and it went inside you too fast. You understand? Girls need to grow more before they can take a penis inside of them."

"But why...why does it make ouchie?! I hate it!"

"I know, sweetie. And you don't have to play with it, if you don't want to. But, look, this is exactly why I didn't want to stick it inside you. That's rational."

"Rashenal?"

"It means doing things that make sense. Like, not letting you paddle on your own, because your hands are too tiny."

"Maybe...but..."

"But?"

"Forget it...I'm sorry..."

"No, sweetie. I mean, thanks for the apology. But, I'm pretty sure there's something else. Are you mad at me?"

Lol pouted as her father wished away a few of her tears. Her head bowed down.

"Sometimes...I wanna do things I can do on my own...and you don't let me! I'm not a baby anymore, daddy."

"Sweetie, I get it."

"No, you don't!" She stamped with her foot. Dave was bemused.

"You tell me 'Lily, you're too young for this' and 'Lily, you can't touch this for so long' and so on! And I feel like...like...uhm...I don't know the word...", Lily sighed in frustration.

"Patronized?"

"Whats that?"

"Kinda like 'babied'. So, you say you feel like I don't give you enough freedoms?"

Lily nodded. "Yeah. Ok, it was stupid of me wanting to try your cock like a big girl...but...I still wanna play with it. And I wanna try new things with it... I don't know what, but you know, daddy! You promised to teach me, but sometimes, we do all the same stuff."

Saying Dave felt stumped would be an underexaggeration. Here this weirded weirdo hunk of a man was, constantly worrying about corrupting his child's innocence...and then, said child told him she wanted MORE?! What was this, a badly written story?!

He sighed, as he looked in his daughter's eyes and pat her head and rearranged the auburn locks she had from her mother.

"I guess being a father means I gotta learn new things, as well, huh?", he mumbled. "Lily, I...I guess I owe you a sorry, as well, honey. You're right. You're growing. Sometimes I tend to forgot how fast. Of course, there are things you're too little for. We just saw that. But...but...I guess we can try out new things."

A glimmer of hope sparked in Lily ires. "Really?"

"Yup. But let's talk about this later. First, I need to lie down for a while. Your pussy feeling better?"

"Yeah, it doesn't hurt anymore. Just a little stitch. Is...is your pee-, cockie feeling better, too?"

"Eh, it had worse. But that I'll tell you another time, as well."

"Hiw about i give him a little sorry, too?"

As Dave felt his daughter's naughtily innocent glance, he couldn't help but smirk in perversion. Grabbing his shaft with one injured hand and the back of his daughter's head with the other, he slowly reintroduced the two to each other.

"Mr. Cock? I think Lily has something she wants to tell you, haha."

"I'm...muah!...sorry, mister cock."

As Lily kissed and nibbled on her father's dickhead, the taste of saltiness flavored her tongue. Unpertubed, she continued, plastering smooch after smooch on daddy's goods.

"Mmhhh...yummy...I like Mr. Cock, daddy...muah...mhhh"

"Ahhh..yessss...and he loves you, pumpkin. Keep going..."

Lily didn't need to hear a second time. Feeling brave again, she did something she hadn't done before and...took in his entire tip!

"FUCK!", Dave groaned in pleasure that was soon mixed with worry. "Lily, are you sure--"

But then he saw it. The determined look on his angel's face. She felt insecure, but only in permissionability, not in her ability.

"I meant...keep going, sweetheart...you're doing great!"

"Yaayyy!"

SUCK, SUCK, LICK, SLURP*

Although there was a lot she needed to learn, Lily put all her knowledge into the pleasure of her beloved old man. Her tongue flicked his peehole in rhythmic strokes.

She kept on stroking him with one hand that barely fit around him. Her other digits squeezed and rubbed his nuts. Gentle, but firm. Firm, but ready.

Faster and faster. Although it was "only" the tip, Dave hadn't felt this good in a long time. And that took his current pain into equation. He barely manages to sit up, slowly letting go with hands. His daughter's grip was more than enough.

Faster. More.

SLURP, LICK, LICK, SMACK, NIB, SLURP*

"YES, HONEY...AHHHHH...ALMOST...YOU GOT IT ALMOST..."

Lily's head bopped up and down. If she wasn't sucking her own father's cock right now, her cheeks filled with his meat, one would have thought she was sicking on the largest and best lollipop of her young life.

"Mh, mh, mh, mh, mh, mh, mh, mh! Ahhhh~~~"

Muffled by dick. Lily went for it. Witch each blow and lick, the tip nearly disappeared in her oral hole. Dave's hips shook and buckled. He felt it.

"Lily...careful...fuck...daddy's...ahhh...Lily, wait!"

His instincts, his overprotectiveness wanted to rule over him, again. But this time, both his horniness and pain held him, and his daughter, more aggressively, his manhood, down. Nearly hammering herself on his slurped stick of sack-sperm, Lily sucked fatser.

And faster.

And FASTER!

Then, Dave lost it.

"AHHH!"

"MHHHHG~"

Holding back as much as he reasonably could, the pedo padre came. Barely thrusting, but letting it happen, miniscule smaples of baby batter shot out of his tool.

Lily, who had been holding him tight as well as could, felt the pressure towards her throat. But she wasn't caught off guard. She was a smart girl. Applying her observations from the nearly weekly cumshots her father had gifted her for the past years, she prepared herself. She held on, she kept on, she kept even sucking!

GLURP, GLURG, GLUG, GLUG, GLUG, GLUG*

"MHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHMMMMM~~"

Her father's sperm felt warm. Warmer than when she tasted it on her tongue or in his pancakes. It, sadly, wasn't as sweet as usually, but Lily stood her ground. Her lips were wrapped as tightly as possible around the ending of the head of his cock, and her hands kept stroking and pinching.

She struggled a bit trouble with breathing. That was something her father would have to teach her.

Although neither of them would know it, several lucky coincidences like the fact Dave had had hot sex with Ashley the morning before and thus already wasted lots of sperm, or that Dave had held back as hard as he could, or that Lily was blessed with the spirit of professionals in that moment, all led to Lily gulping down and slurping her father's seed without any accidents. Or maybe...was it maybe a sign? A sign for what?

"Ahhh...~...yummy...but not as yummy as with milky..."

"Lily...baby, I'm so proud of you right now."

"Thank you, daddy. And...thank you for letting me try. I love you."

"I love you, too, dear...a bit more than you love me!", Dave chortled.

"Hey! Unfair! I love you times infinity!" Lily pouted, the giggled, after she had wiped off her mouth on her father's undershirt and proudly presented him her slightly whitened tongue.

As they stood up and made their way towards the living room couch, they continued.

"I love you times infinity times to the power of two."

"I don't know what that means, but I love you times an infinity infinity, you poopy head!"

"Well, I love you til infinity...plus one!"

"Uhmm...I love you to infinity plus two! Ha!"

"Doesn't matter. Plus one means I'll always love you one time more. I won."

"Daaaaaadddd..."

"Well, well, well. Lookie here. Daddy fell asleep, huh?", Ashley Ashton joked. She had had to deal with a bunch of moronic customers today, but her negativity shrunk once she pulled her daughter into her arms.

"Hi, mommy! Yup, he's very lazy, hehehe."

"Well, he works weird shifts, honey. Did you two have a lot of fun today?"

"Yeah! Daddy let me try something new today! It was, uhm...it was..."

"Wair a second, sweetie...why is your old crib broken?", Ashley turned her head towards her child's room, then back to her. Lily bowed down her head in shame.

"We...we...played...and daddy...daddy fell down...I pushed him, I'm sorry..."

"Oh, my...your father's okay, though, right? It's not of these 'Ok, now it's time to wake up, wait hold on, why aren't you waking up already?' moments, right?"

"Um...no...daddy is only a bit hurt and spained his knees."

"Sprained, honey. God, this man...you're ok, darling?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. When you go to your room, be careful not to touch the splinters, you hear me?"

"Okie dokie."

"Also, no cookies for the rest of the week."

"WHAT?! BUT...MOMMYYYYY!"

"As much as I don't mind failed assassinations, your father's still got a mortgage to co-finance, and a girl to raise. No talkie backs, young lady. I love you."

Lily grumbled before she hugged her mother, again, compromising and less complacent. "I love you, too, mommy."

"CHRRRR...", was the only sound Dave made.

"Thanks for your input, honey.", Ashley joked. Lily giggled.

An old day was closing its door and a new dawn was approaching.

Bonus:

Lily was now...SIX?!

No, she was sick.

And 5 years and 11 months old.

"Atchoo! Atchoo! Atchoo!"

"Two more times and I might have to give you up for adoption."

"I hate being ill, mommy."

"I believe you, honey. Thank goodness my workplace isn't full of emotionless robots, so I managed to get a paid day off."

"Daddy says, in Europe, the mommies and daddies don't have to worry about money stuff like that."

"Maybe, sweetie, but they have to worry about eating too much bread there, instead. And about fairies. They have fairies, we have aliens."

Lily nodded, following along to her mother's sound logic. Lying in bed with a cold compressioned towel on her glowing forehead, Lily moaned and coughed.

This would be the first time she truly missed kindergarten. She'd made a few friends there. But they promised each other they'd be friends forever, so she didn't worry too much about that.

As her mother pushed in a swiveling chair into her roomy room, she sat down right next to her bed, a closed plastic bowl with a green-dish yellow fluid inside in her hands. Lily observed the content with distrust.

"What's that?"

"Oh, it's some soup your father made last night. Poor guy. Once he returned to bed, he looked like he ran half a marathon."

"Daddy made it?"

"Yup. Oh, and I almost forgot...he asked me to tell you this soup is his 'paybacksies' for something a few months ago. Something with your old crib that Dave has finally thrown out? I didn't quite catch it, he was drifting into slumber and I didn't wanna wake him."

Lily's eyes widened. Her mother, oblivious, opened the lid and presented the seemingly innoccous broth. Lily suspected something. Could it be...?

Ashley dunked her large spoon into the soup and placed it in front of her daughter's mouth.

"Now, sweetie, open wide."

"Hm...uh nuh...nuh uh!"

"Hm...why nod? Don't worry, I'm sure your father wasn't mean and decided to prank you by putting chilly peppers in it or something. Shall I taste it first?"

"NOO!", Lily quickly interjected, not wanting her mother near the familiar taste. With a sigh, she opened wide.

Ashley laughed, before she inserted the spoon, unknowing she was feeding her 5 year old daughter her husband's cum mixed with herbs and water.

Usually, Lily wouldn't have complained. But this time...

"Are you alright, sweetie? Your lips are pursed. Is it too salty?"

"No...mhh...it's yummy, mommy! Please...more...I wanna finish it."

So, with a chuckle, Ashley continued with the seemingly semen-less seasoning of her daughter's taste buds. Lily took it, like a big girl. But in the back of her mind, she was already planning to pay back a certain someone during their next blow session. Something with lots of chunky puke.

On the other side of town, Dave, rather busy at drawing a panel, suddenly felt a shiver down his spine. One of his colleagues walked by his open door and knocked and came in.

"You alright, Ashton?"

"I'm not sure...it feels like...a distortion in the f-, might..."

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Chapter 8: Year 6: Neos Geneses

Summary:

The first milestone...is everyone else nervous?

Notes:

kudos and COMMENTS PLS

Update: sorry for the rush near the end, I had an appointment, but wanted to finish it...off...hehehehe.have fun!

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Chapter Text

"Happy birthday, dear Li-ly, happy birthday to you! Whoooo!"

Lily had just turned 6 years old. Officially.

And she was quite happy about it. Under the graceful rays of an early afternoon sun, the little girl blew off the colorful candles on top of her copyright-protected-content-themed cake. Around her, stood several members of her extended family, as well as dozen of friends and acquaintances she'd made at kindergarten. Right behind her, Dave and Ashley, her optimistic parents, kept on clapping to the beat of the other guests, and watched their growing little girl's euphoric smile with bright faces of their own.

It had been believed to be a small party in the Ashton backyard, which it was, regarding the costs. But by the way people, especially the children, cheered and ate, laughed and played, one would've thought this a party for a royal family's youngest member.

"Well, Lily is our princess, after all.", Dave snickered, after one of his wife's siblings had drawn his attention to that.

And, indeed, Lily did feel like the whole earth realm was hers that day. No matter if she got tackled and dirty during a violent game of tag with her pals, landed on her head after doing acrobatics in the bouncy house, or nearly got a bellyache from all the candy Ashley, foolishly, had told her to consume in moderation. This was her day.

"THROW THE BALL, DADDY!", Lily chucklingly yelled at her father, who was standing several meters away, the spring grass tickling his feet through his sandals. Ready to throw the kid-sized football, he got into position and--

"CATCH, LILSTER!"

And she caught it! Her little comrades cheered as she clung the pigskin into her arms. Some boy even managed to do a backflip, following the auburn-haired birthday kid's victory posture.

On the opposite site of the garden, adults were clinking glasses, watching Dave tackle and roughhouse the kids with delight.

Jake shook his head. "I still can't believe your husband gave his ok to me being here. Like, doesn't it weird him out?"

Gently swinging her cocktail glass filled with low-alcoholic fruit punch, Ashley raised her eyebrow. Then, while aching her back, she pressed the back of her hand on her forehead.

"Great God, you're right! What if he finds out we're secretly lovers? And since I'm such a horrible harlot, I invited my lover to my young daughter's birthday party. Quick, let's call Dr. Ph-"

"Yeah, ok, I got it. We're just friends. And he knows it."

"Dave isn't as jealous as other guys, Jake. Y'know, green-eared manchdilren who think they have a say in anything just because they somehow graduated from high school."

"Hey!", the part-time diner worker protested, "I'll have you know, I've got only three semesters left before I finish college."

Ashley kept on teasing: "Oh, well, I'm sure the job market is gonna rip itself apart over the prospects and resumé of a 23 year old forensics graduate."

"Aren't you, like, 33?"

"Dave's 31, so not too young for me, you wannabe cop. Also, no age-shaming. Also, we were making fun of you."

Jake shrugged, his glowing red hair barely reaching his trained shoulders. "Wherever there's a crime, people gonna need someone to investigate it. And I'll be there, doing the job, booking the criminals, maybe racially profile someone just for the experience..."

"I guess that means I should hope for lots of gritty, cold-blooded and gore-y murders if I want your best?"

"It means you should direct your beautiful blue eyes' gaze back to your daughter and husband, who are throwing mud at each other."

"Oh for heaven's s-, DAVE! WHAT THE--!! I SWEAR TO GOD...Hahahahha! You're making our girl all filthy!"

"Nghh...daddy~...you're making me all filthy."

Dave's smallest finger on his left hand was caressing his only child's pussy lips.

Although Lily had been growing only a few inches over the years, now demonstrating petite 44 inches (1.11 meters) in height and roughly 50 pounds (23 kg) full of cuteness and sugar in weight, her body mass and baby fat had settled well into various corporeal parts, refraining from any unnecessary unsuppleness. An outgoing babygirl, her growing legs and chest experienced lots of movements. Even her tiny boobies felt a bit more...lumpy (but in a secure way) last time she'd played with them.

Leading her physical state, her mind, and emotional and psychical nature had been expanding in the frames of a healthy development. Though still struggling with "big emotions", she had become a thoughtfully reserved, but yet bubbly, opinionated, incentivising girl. Emphasis on the second-last word.

"They should arrest dads who make their girls filthy like that."

"Disgusting freaks. Sorry, baby."

SHLICK, SHLICK*

"But we need to get your cunny a bit more...excited before we start."

Dave continued. Now joining, his index rubbed along the lines of pleasure, reacting to the timid twitches of his daughter's labia with sensible pressure. Lily's powerfully pink pussy had been too dry for too long.

Thankfully, they had the entire night for themselves. The party had been long over, and Ashley had thrown in a few pills, and was now sleeping sound in their marital bedroom. She was quite exhausted because she had had to clean up most of the party's messes after a successful victory on her husband's part at one of their decision-making conversations.

Rock-Paper-Scissors. Dave had won 2 out of 3. In return, he had promised her breakfast in bed for the entire week.

Now, their daughter was lying on her bed, gripping her light blue sheets with tittering hands. Her little legs spread and bent in the air, Lily stared at her equally naked father with curiosity, her mouth wide open with a sense for wonder...and more.

"Ah! Mhhh...hehe...nhgg...nhhh~"

"Yeah, that's it, sweetie...dance for papa..."

Dancing she was. The sensual gyration of her firm hips, met with the vertical back-and-forth of her lower torso, had the comparable image of a tightly-knit, fiery Flamenco. Or a Walzer, considering it was her father's fingers who lead her.

Dave became bolder and bolder. Now, once his child's body mechanism flooded her fun canal.

SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUISH*

"Ahhhhh...~"

He inserted his pinky into the pink entrance. Almost as if recognizing familiar flesh, Lily's hole didn't deny her father's advances. Instead, it let him go deeper. And deeper. Dave could feel himself getting rock hard at what was soon about to happen. Once he felt a forceful contraction, he moved his digit back, but not out. Then, in again.

"AHHHHH!!!" *SLAM* "DAD--" *SLAM* "-DYYYY!"

The couple was glad his fingers weren't as thick as the rest of his chiseled body. Although Lily shuddered under the vehement vibrations of her father's fingers' forthcomings, the joy she experienced offset the pain that sparked through her synapses. In fact, she--

"More...daddy...please...I'm ready..."

"Pumpkin...mhh...are you sure...we practised for several months now, but I still think--"

"Pwease?" Batting her eyelashes, she pulled her head up and showed her father the reflection of his emerald green eyes. Dave just couldn't negate his princess' wishes.

He sighed, although without much regret. "Alright...it's your birthday, after all..."

"AHHH...YAAAYYY!"

The father pulled out the three mid-sized fingers and knuckles he had pleasured his daughter with. Grabbing the back of her head and small butt cheek, he gently moved her body forward, giving him more space on her bed.

Now, only a few inches from his child's body away, Dave was facing Lily, both of their selves yearning for connection. Using his fists on her bed as support, he slowly lowered his face. Once his lips met hers, and as his baby, as if on instinct, touched the surface of his tongue with hers, he couldn't help but groan into her mouth. And his cock became harder.

Looking into the beautiful child he and Ashley had created, Dave gripped his penis. While stroking the shaft expectantly, his circumsized tip rubbed along her folds of pleasure. Lily panted. She was ready. She knew it.

Then, with great effort and even greater restraint, he put it in. The whole, entire 9 inc-

The cockhead only, of course. But even this part of his beautiful organ, as insignificant as on erotica reader might assume, was more than enough to send BOLTS of tantalizing joy through the veins of his 6 year old daughter.

"AHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Both of them senses the breaking sound of Lily's raptured hymen. Reacting accordingly to the physical trauma, poodles of blood formed in and around Lily's entrance.

And as Dave, naturally worried, obviously, heard his daughter's dolor, but confused it with rejection. Because, as he asked her for his wellbeing and attempted to leave her, Lily whined: "Noooo...daddy...keep...ah...ah...it in...oww...it makes ouchie...but it fe...nghhhh...feels so goodie... Pwease...pwease, papi?"

So, he kept the tip inside. And once Lily recovered from her initial shock, he even moved. In sensually small strokes, swings, the pedo padre pulled his reddened arrowhead out of his willing prey's quiver, making her shiver and squeak, only to reenter her cave, thirsty, greedy, desiring.

Lily, thanks to the months of training, manged to keep her breath under control, although it still, like her heart, appeared in quickening intervals. Just like in the naughty videos her father had shown her as a 'guide', she automatically moved one of her hands, that wasn't gripping her head-supporting cushion for balance, towards her sweaty chest. Truckloads of dopamine poured through her streams of consciousness, once her tiny nipples felt the enthralling touch of her fingers. And with her daddy's ever-growing parental thrusts, she bit her lip, tasting the salty solution to her problems of lust.

"MHH...MHHH...AH...AH..."

"God, Lily... I'm so proud of you...ahhh...nghh...baby, your body...it feels so...hmm...aww, fu-, i mean, frick..."

SLAM, SLAM, SLAM, SLAM*

"Hehe...ah!...hehe, almost gotcha, dad. Ah, ah, ah, ah! You...mmh...you're busted sooner orrrrrr... AHHHH!...sooner or later! Hehehe!"

As the waves of sound coming from Lily's chuckling mouth rolled inside Dave's auricle, the father of one rolled his eyes, himself panting after several minutes of intense pressure.

Suddenly, he felt his member twitching. Lily, grunting, did so, too. Her eyes widened. Her lids were held together by curiosity and remarkable forces of fear. But courage was what made her speak.

"Daddy...do you wanna cum inside? I...I won't get mad if you do... Nghhh...pinky...ah...promise."

Fluids nearly dropped along his eyebrows. Dave shook his head, aware of the power of his orgasm.

"No, sweetie. It's ok. I'd like to train a bit more and longer with you before we get to that. That ok for you?"

Lily, despite her face distorting with every adamant shoving of her daddy's cock into her cunny, managed to smile a bright grin, her daunting face glowing. And in her head, the appreciation she possessed for the man she, kind of, had come out of, grew a considerable size that night.

"Ahhhhh!! Here it comes! Ahhh~~~", Dave croaked. His dick kept twitch and twitching!

PLOP*

Quickly, in a matter of seconds, he pulled out the forefront of his massive tool, and his daughter's pussy lips, albeit still rosy, returned to their original tightness.

"NGHHHH..."

Groaning. Spoons of brand-new, nearly ricocheting lovejuice shot out, as his hand grabbed and stroked him like crazy.

Lily's toes curled as each drop hit her cute little underage body, her shame pelvis, her belly, her belly hole, even her boobies and mouthie and nose-y. All of it, covered. Covered in daddy's cum, his beautiful, hot, sticky, [occasionally] yummy cum.

Dave was exhausted. As his was slumping in front of his daughter's still wide-opened legs, Lily recalled one thing many of the ladies in the videos she had made her father have her watch had done.

With a smug grin, the teasing little devil dipped several digits into the adorable little sperm poodle formed on top of her pubic area, and, while Dave watched in shock, returned them inside her mouth.

LICK, SLURP, SLURP, GULP*

"You...oh,wow...nghh..you didn't..."

The little girl shot her father a triumphic glance, reminding them of who was the boss.

"That's your fault now, daddy. You made me allllllllll--"

"FILTHY! FILTHY CHEATERS!"

"Dave, will you calm down? The other parents are staring, already."

Lily was now 6 years and 4 months old.

It was her very first soccer game. Although Ashley had had certain work obligations on the Sunday the match fell on, she had managed to finish all of them at home before.

She was glad she was present to see her little whirlwind dribble around the other snotty-nosed kids, their millennial mothers filming them with a suburban lense.

"Go, Keighthlin!"

"Mow them down, Ale-ex-ender!"

"Smile for the camera, Samanthiel!"

"HEY, UMPIRE! LOST YOUR GLASSES ON THE WAY HERE FROM THE PUB?! THAT WAS A CLEAR FOUL!"

"Dave, for Pete's sake..."

She finally managed to pull her husband down to his seat. A few of the other parents in the grandstand shook their heads before continuing to cheer on the battling preschoolers. Tensions rose high, since Lily's team and the visitor's group were in a tie. Zero to Zero.

Dave, his head as red as Ashley's purse, tried his best to calm down. The sultry summer heat surely didn't addition to his relaxation.

"I'm sorry, Ash. It's just--"

"Please don't tell me you placed a bet on our daughter's Little League game."

"The entire house. Looks like we're gonna spend our summer holidays under a bridge."

"You do know we still have both of our parents, right?"

"As I said, under a bridge."

"...can I keep my dresses, at least?"

"Nope. All of them will be donated to the more needy. Even my beloved Dûcktålës t-shirt."

"I don't think they're gonna find anyone with that size, David."

She giggled as she smacked her husband's begrudging dad-bod belly. He shot her a dirty look, before joining in her laughter, as well. Putting his arm around his wife, Dave smiled. His pulse returned to normal levels.

Ashley sensed the dovey sight her mate laid upon her, and responded with similar love. Rubbing her head against his, she kept clapping and enjoying the day. Life, despite all its weirdnesses, was good.

With two little brats chasing her, Lily was in her element. She threshed the ball Kick forward while running to the goal. Thankfully, the keeper had a known fear of confrontation. With just minutes seconds to spare, Lily pranced toward the white line, her body releasing a warrior's aura through her numbered jersey, and kicked the ball with thunderous force.

"GOOAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!!"

"Mbappé, Messi, whatever you may call them. Y'all got NONE on this perfect striker her! Give it all up for miss Lily Ashton!"

Coach Darius' booming voice could be heard throughout the entire pizza parlor. All the kids giggled and threw up their arms in celebration, while the victor of the day herself scratched the back of her head and stuffed her reddened cheeks with Italian cuisine.

"Wasn't that big...", she mumbled, but the lanky man with well-combed hair and beard had none of it. Together with Ashley, now acting as chaperone, he raised up the little girl by her tired arms and legs and paraded her through the room.

"LI-LY! LI-LY! LI-LY!"

Lily smiled. As she looked at her teammates, of whom many were kids she knew through Miss Gwen, a soothing coolness refreshed her scalding heart.

She promised herself she never wanted to stop going to kindergarten. Never ever!!!

Lily was 6 years and 7 months old now. And pissy.

"I. DON'T. WANT. TO. GO. THERE!"

Her whiny voice echoed throughout the entire house. Ashley sighed, looking at her husband for help.

"Dave?"

But Dave, too, was bedazzled. Lily had barely spoken about her first day of elementary school before. Why was she...exploding now?

"Lily, honey, it's all ok. It's almost the same as kindergarten. But here, you can learn more things! And you--"

"I DON'T CARE! I WANNA GO TO MISS GWEN!"

She sobbed during the last part of her sentence. A heavy weight burdened Ashley's heart. She hated seeing her little girl cry. She opened her arms as an offer, and Lily, after pouting and crossing her own, gave in and took her hug. She kept shedding tears onto her mother's casual-festive dress.

"Mommy, it's not fair! I...I wanna... I wanna go to Miss Gwen and the others! I don't like pri-, primary schoooool!"

"Shh...darling, I understand. Believe me, I would love for you to keep going there, too. But Miss Gwen's group is only for younger children, and you're old enough, already. You've grown so much! Elementary is for the big girls. Aren't you excited?"

"NO!! NO! NO! NO! I WON'T GO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!"

"Well, I'm sure I could ask one of the neighbors for a leash to bor--"

"David."

"Sorry. Chrm, chrm. Lily, honey, how about we make a deal. Everyone makes deals, right? Little girls, big girls, huge guys."

Leaving her mother's well-needed embrace, she wiped off her tears with the sleeves of her uniform. She looked up at her father and raised one brow.

"What deal?"

"If you go through with the entire ceremony, and you still don't like any of it, we'll go home, and I'll call Miss Gwen and BEG her to take you back. But, if you like it, you can stay there and enjoy your first day of school. We got a deal?"

Dave extended his hand, a stone-like facade stressing he meant business. Lily felt impressed. Still unsure, she finally shook hands with him, and allowed her mother to clean her face.

"Welcome, everyone! A heartfelt applause for our little champions, please. Or, as I would like to imagine, for the future class of 20xx!"

A gym that was quite large. Masses of family members sat in the rows, phones and cameras in their hands, watching their precious angels walk though the doors and receive their 'invitation gifts' (a notebook and pin badge with the school logo on it) by the speech-holding principal, a giant of a man, with Polynesian features.

Dave and Ashley watched with mixed feelings. Would it all go well?

As Lily strutted into the hall, a girl behind her and a boy in front of her, she smiled devilishly. She would go back to kindergarten, no matter what.

Suddenly, the queue of first graders made an abrupt halt, as the kid at the front had reached the stage. Unfortunately, it caused the brown-haired girl to bump into the boy in front of her. He turned around and shot her an angry look.

"Watch where you going, turd!"

Thankfully, Lily was an Ashton.

"Who you calling a turd, you poopyhead!"

"Hey! Don't call him that! You're stupid!", the boy in front of the ruffian yelled at Lily, probably his friend or brother.

The girl behind Lily, who had kept quiet the entire time before, spoke up, although in a quite voice. "Uhm..it...it wasn't her fault..."

"Why do you butt in, you...you butt?!"

"She's not a butthead, she just helped me! Why don't you go back and keep stinking, you losers!?"

As the children kept arguing, Lily felt a sense of comradery form inside her. She swam in the warming glance of appreciation from the girl, and enjoyed bantering with the stupid, dumb, stinking boys in front of her.

As the kids had the opportunity to waddle back to their parents for a short break, the Ashtons drew their precious child in for a tight embrace.

Ironically, it was Lily who let go way too fast of them, this time. Ashley was puzzled.

"Honey, well, what do you th-"

"Gotta go. Bye!", Lily chirped, before returning to her new friends.

Dave and his wife had incredulous looks on their faces. Once the paralyzing shock wore off, they fell into laughter.

Bonus:

[Lily was now 6 years and 11 months old.]

Dear Santa,

I hope you are ok. I am ok, too. But my tooth hurts, sometymes. Pleas tell Mrs. Tooth Fairy I want moar munee this time. I know your her boss.

Also, for Xmas, pleas gimme a new bike. My old one crushed. A lot. It's daddy's fault. Also, pleas protect mommy and daddy, and give them bettah jobs, so they can give me moar candy.

And pleas make my poo-sie more bigger, much bigger, so that daddy and I can have more fun wen we play!

Thank you, and many kisses to Rewdolf,

Lily Ashton.

{Dave was glad he read the letter before sending it.}

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Chapter 9: Year 7: Perception

Summary:

Shorter. At least I think so, lmao.

Also, btw, sorry if I'm begging too much, but more comments, whether they're simple emojis or constructive criticisms, are always welcome here

Notes:

Kudos and Comments

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Chapter Text

Screaming and yelling, fits of laughter and feats of muddy roughhousing. It had rained the night before, and still kept on raining, which softened the turf and earth of the elementary school's playground. The children, of course, didn't mind. As they frolicked around and baked mud cakes, ate rain worms, pretended to swim or take showers under the pattering drops, their supervising teachers, umbrellas in their hands, either spent their break shouting at or chasing after some rulebreakers.

Or kids, who, despite repeated warnings, didn't wear their jackets. Four of them, all older than 6 but younger than 8, were playing a card game in a brightly painted kid house near the rightmost edge of the place.

"DOS!", one athletic boy exclaimed happily as he smacked his second-last piece on top of the pile in the middle of the little table. He had dark black skin, carefully braided dark blonde locs, and light brown eyes that were shining with pride. The bobbles of his hoodie swinged, while he whipped back and forth and aired out an aura of superiority he often exuded. His name was Derek.

"Not fair! You can't put a plus-2 on another plus-2!", the boy's seat neighbor protested, arms up in disbelief. Unlike his cousin, he was rather slim. And he wasn't full of himself, thank you very much. At least not in public or with strangers, who would judge him mercilessly, should he step too much out of line. Exceptions would only be made under a threat against his loved ones. And unlike his cousin Derek, Farook had a more lighter skintone, akin to...sigh..."caramel." What set him and his frizzled dark black hair off from kids with similar looks were his mesmerizing eyes, that, under certain lighting conditions, seemed more purple than blue.

Derek raised his voice at Farook. "Yes, you can!" - - - - "No, you can't!"

The third group member, a slightly chubby, olive-skin-blessed girl named Izel, codename Izzy, spoke up; something she rarely did, unless it was necessary. "No, that's true. The people at DOS themselves said on Tweeter that, uhm, that it's not a legal move.", she whispered. A red pair of thick glasses was sitting on her dainty nose on her square-shaped face, shielding her dark brown eyes from certain ugly truths. Her blonde pigtails had several strains of silver sewn into them, and moved along to her shaking head.

"Well,", the unofficial and self-proclaimed leader of this squad judged, "then they don't know how to play the game!"

Farook was unnerved. "But they made the game! It doesn't make sense, Ashy."

"Stop calling me that! That's my mommy's name."

"That's bull. Mommies are named 'mommy' for a reason. You're lying.", Derek accused.

"Well, actually--"

"No, her name is Ashley. And our last name is Ashton. And I want you to call me by name. And my name is..."

Lily was 7 years and 1234 hours old now.

Over the course of her first grade experience last year and her current one in second grade, her mind had been growing exponentially. Each day, she learned new animal names, new cities around the world, new ways to describe things in and around her body, which was as balanced as always.

But three names had a novel, special place in her heart. Izel, Derek and Farook had grown on Lily, despite their initial squabbling during their first year. While she considered "Izzy" her very best friend (because she was a girl, duh!), Farook (or "Farty" because he had pooped himself once when the teacher scolded him for forgetting his homework) a bearable companion, and Derek (or "Derek-without-a-C", short for "Dwac", because the fastest-running and thus most popular boy in their class was named Dereck) her in-group arch nemesis, each and everyone of her classmates had become a beloved part of her little life. Obviously, not even they would find our about the naughty thighs the youngest Ashton did with her daddy. Not now, at least.

"This game is stupid. Let's get out!", Derek puffed. He was annoyed he had to draw another card, thus setting off his initial near-win.

Farook's eyes widened. "No, man, it's too wet. My mommy said I'm not allowed to get wet."

"Aunt Jasmin is too strict."

"Maybe, but Aunt Boitumelo has weird food."

"Has not!"

"Has, too!"

"Has. Not!"

"Has. Too!"

"SHUT UP NOW, BOTH OF YOU! I'm tryna draw."

"It looks very clean, Lily."

"Yeah, I know, Lizzy, but it still needs, uhm...something."

"It looks weird. Are those aliens?"

"It's us, you fart!"

"Hey, my cousin is Farty, did you forget?!"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"

Suddenly, the boys' quarrel turned into petty fighting, as they pushed each other against the plastic walls. Izel yelped in panic and tug on Lily's shirt to get her to interfere. But before the busy, bossy baby could utter a word, the door to their illegitimate clubhouse opened, and a familiar face popped in.

Sighing. "Kids, what did I tell you about fighting in here?"

"But, but, Mr. Kwan, Derek started it! He--"

"NOT TRUE, YOU HIT ME FIRST!"

Ignoring both of them, Mr. Kwan silently looked towards Izel. Lily softly shook her head, giving her BFF a warning. Alas, the little bookworm tattled that Derek had called Farook names and that Farook had hit Derek first, causing the entire room to groan about the expected betrayal of their friend.

Their homeroom teacher, a quite tall and thick-armed man with a distinct beard, snickered as he pulled out each kid from the house, and, under the cover of his jacket, led them back to the school building, the bell's ringing signaling the end of recess.

"They taught you WHAT at school?!"

Lily was now 7 years and 15 weeks old.

Ashley was frantic, and had trouble controlling herself. Dave couldn't quite understand. Although she admitted she hadn't quit read well the permission slip, that Lily's teacher had handed Lily, before signing it, she was still shocked about the nature of what she had permitted her daughter to learn.

"Yeah, all that weird stuff about where babies come from. Very nasty, but also cool.", Lily mumbled, chewing on her neatly-cut steak. Fork in one hand, her other fingers swiping on her tablet on the table, she didn't pay much attention to the her mother's shock.

Dave spoke up: "Ash, there really isn't anything wrong with that. I mean, don't you remember? We had sex ed, too, in primary."

"Yeah, but in FIFTH grade. There are worlds between 7 and 11 year olds, DAVID."

Her husband piped down immediately upon hearing his government name. Ashley nudged her child to engage her.

"Honey...did you feel ok learning about all that stuff? I understand if you have lots of questions now."

"Nah", Lily replied absentmindedly, her eyes focused on her streamed cartoons. "But it's unfair you guys lied to me when I asked you about it. Daddy always said babies come by mail."

The matriarch chuckled, sending Dave an appreciative wink. He smirked and shrugged in response, and turned towards his child. "Well, you see, honey...it was the simple way of explaining things. Because, uhh, these...processes...take a lot of time and are so complicated, and so on."

"And so on?"

"Did Mrs. 'I don't read, I just sign' say something?"

"Come on, I was in the middle of ordering clothes."

"Well, now our daughter knows about S-E-X, Ashley! How could you?!"

"Y'know, it would sound a lot more convincing if not for that shit-eating grin on your face, Dave."

"Bad word."

"Sorry, Lily. And I apologize for my outburst. My anger was misdirected. I guess I mistook it and mixed it up with the stress at work. Anyway...alright, since she doesn't seem traumatized, we're not gonna sue the school...for now. "

"Damn. But what about my gold-plated sneakers? And the private jet?"

"Go break your neck in a different government building."

"Is that advice or a threat?"

"TREAT? TREAT! JELLY!"

"NO, he didn't say that, and you know it. Husband, don't you dare be on her side, this time. Christ, it feels like I've got two kids. Now, Dave, eat, and finish your carrots. Lily, you had jelly yesterday. Only oranges for tonight."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--"

Without too much precaution, Dave pushed his cock inside his complaining daughter's mouth, shutting her up for good.

"Mhhhh!"

"Sorry, honey, but I told you: no cumming inside tonight. You've got a dentist appointment tomorrow.", Dave mused.

Lily was now 7 years and 10 months old

The pair was enjoying the cooling effects of their living room's leather couch, the day being strangely sultry. Naked, willing, playful.

The little girl rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as she laid on the headrest, with her father's hovering cockhead inserting itself in and out of her salivated hole. Despite being mad, she was careful not to let her teeth scratch his paternal meat.

"Mhhh...mhhh, mmmm, mmmhhh!!!"

SUCK, SLURP, SUCK, SUCK*

Her active oral skills had improved over the years. Although still too little for the entire 9 inches her father packed, she had already mastered taking in a rough quarter of him, both inside her mouth and cunny, and was training and aiming for more.

Dave, enjoying the wetness and warmth of his underage daughter's lips, groaned, grinned. "Don't make that face, young lady. You nearly lost all your baby teeth, and doctor Patel said we should pay him a visit before the last one gets lost."

"MHHHH!...ah,ah,ah, mmmhhh"

SLURP, SLURP SLURP, SPILL*

Once done sucking, Lily started pouting again. Standing impatiently, while Dave wrapped the couch in a protective plastic cover, she tapped her foot in rhythmic annoyance.

"Ok, but why do you guys need to come with me? I'm big enough to walk there alone from school!"

"It's two and a half miles. You wanna walk 4 kilometers during raining season? In October?"

"Yeah."

"Stop lying."

"I'm NOT lying.", she stomped with her feet. Dave sighed. Finally finished, he grabbed the bottle of exotic massage oil he had bought for this special day. As he knelt down and began rubbing it in the armpits of his daughter, she squirmed.

"HHEHEHE, no, I'm not lying. I'm not lying."

Dave didn't talk. His greasy hands moved across her youthful chest, taking extra time to bathe her budding breasts in the sauce.

"Mhh...mhhh..."

Down her spind, around her waist, her entire torso glimmered under the bright light of the room. No sun light, as the drapes were pulled down.

A tingling sensation formed inside her lower stomach, when she felt fatherly fingers flick her bean, gently rub her lil' clit and carefully probe the surface walls of her clenched anus.

Unaware, Lily continued the joke. "Still...ahh...ahh...still not LYING...hehhehe..."

Dave had enough.

"Maybe not now, but definetly when you told your mom she was ugly yesterday.", he whispered.

A chill ran down Lily's spine. Recalling that event, she lowered her head and pressed the tips of her index fingers against each other. "I'm sorry, daddy..."

"I'm not the one you need to apologize to, honey."

"I know...it's just..."

"What even happened? Your mom told me she commented on something you did, and then, you suddenly went berserk on her?"

"...it's nothing.."

Smugly, Dave's left hand continued rubbing the oil on her lower legs, while his right one grabbed his shaft and began touching her thighs.

"Oh, really? Really nothing?"

"Ahh...nghh...~"

"You can tell me, honey. Promise."

"Well...she...I was eating a few nuggets. And then mommy told me not to eat so fast because then I'd be chubby, like Izzy."

Oh, crap!

"Oof...I'm... I'm sure she didn't mean it like that, honey. She was only worried about your health."

"Yeah, I get it...and I wasn't even mad at mommy..."

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Not? Then, wh-"

"Some kids at school said my tummy was big." As the sentence was blurted out and intermingled with the soft sobs his child emitted, Dave stopped the procedure immediately. Both livid and enraged, he tried his best not to punch a wall.

With a firm tone, he drew his girl in for a tight hug, her cute slick body rubbing nicely against his hairy one, soon to be greased up as well. He caressed her back and kissed her shoulder.

He wanted to comfort her more. But suddenly, Lily slipped away, and grabbed the massage oil bottle. Licking her lips in a concentrated manner, she pressed the tube to receive an unnatural amount of its content on the palm of her hand.

Dave remained still, as his baby initiated their next round of desire. After nudging him towards the couch where he laid down on his back, his thick length standing upward, Lily squirted even more oil on her father's stomach. During the procedure, she stood still, on the side; sidetracked?; 'side lies!

Dave shivered as he felt her tiny hands rub the oil into his skin, making it all slippery and hot. He even bit his lip, as she moved closer and closer, pouring evermore of the lukewarm liquid on his groin. His cock began twitching as it felt her graze.

"Ahhh...ngh...yeah..."

SLICK, SLICK, SLICK, RUB, RUB, TUG*

Both of her paws were now grabbing his rod. Dave spread his legs a bit, inviting his child. Lily took the offer and moved her left hand lower, starting squeezing scrotum, sac; her right one kept on polishing the spearhead out of which precum leaked. Almost instinctively, she pressed his thudding tip between her index and thumb, squishing it tight and nicely.

"Daddy...", she whispered absentmindedly. Dave, despite his horniness and enjoyment, didn't forget his daughter's sad reactions. It felt to him like agony, watching a few tears drop down her cheeks, while she kept on jerking him off, going faster and faster.

"Lily...", he began. But not letting him finish, his daughter stopped the handjob, and climbed on top of his inflated belly, wanting him to finish.

RUB, RUB, RUB, THUMP, HUMP*

Facing him, the silenced sweetie's back leaned against his manhood. Using her hands as means of guidance, she grabbed her father by the base of his dick, to hold him steady, as her plump little ass cheeks glazed him readily. As if on command, they spread, thus allowing her to push and entrap her father's fat fuckstick between them.

"Ahh...Lily, wait...this is not healthy...nghhh.."

But she kept going. Once her daddy's dick was tightly fit and nested on her bum, her feet were planted firmly on the couch. Breathing heavily, she raised her hips. In slow, calculated movements, she rode her father, her cunny lips grinding on his pelvis, while her behind milked his manhood in sensual strokes.

"AH...daddy...daddy...daddydaddydaddydaddy...". Like a mantra, Lily mumbled her creator's title, as she was speeding up her hips' actions.

Greasy and slimy were their genitals that were nearly penetrating each other's skins. Father and daughter, trapped in the cycle of emotions, eroticism.

Suddenly, Lily, who had been sunken in thoughts before...

"Daddy, am I fat and ugly?", she asked, her voice high and broken.

It was almost as if an anvil had fallen on his feet. Dave winced. His body fought with his mind.

While the father in him wanted to stop this charade and sit his girl down for a heart-to-heart talk, the beast in him kept humping, nearly losing itself between beautiful buttcheeks of his babygirl.

Said one, ironically, didn't even want to stop. She genuinely, thought unbeknownst to them, loved the she could engage her father and let him guide her through her catharsis, discussing emotional needs while not neglecting their physical wants.

"No, honey. 100 freaking percent, NO! You're not fat, you're not chubby. You're DEFINETELY not ugly! But even if--"

"I know, I know.", Lily sighed, keeping her pace. "I know it's not that important. I mean, Lizzy is chubby and I like her very much. But I don't feel fat, but some of the boys in class and even some girls have told me I look like I balloon. Or like a dumpling. And I know that they're lying, and that their words don't matter to me, like mommy always teaches me. But...it..."

She cried. Drop after drop rolled down, landing on the oily surface of her father. "It hurts so much, daddy!"

Dave slowed down. So did Lily. Pressing her head on his chest with one hand, while the other caressed her back, Dave comforted his daughter.

"I know, sweetie. I know. Kids can be cruel. Very cruel. Do you want mommy and me to talk to Mr. Kwan? Or the kids' parents?"

She shook her head. "Noooo. Then, everyone's gonna know I'm a tattletale."

"But sweetie, if they're making you feel sad, you need to tell someone."

"Yeah, but...I don't know...please, daddy, don't tell them I said it to you. Promise?"

Dave sighed. While a nearly unbednable rage formed inside of him, he knew he couldn't simply do what he wants and disappoint his child. Gritting his teeth, the pedo padre promised.

" Ok, sweetie. I won't. But...tell you what: how about I teach you how to make fun of the other kids?"

Lily's eyes, although still watery, suddenly lit up. An incredulous look formed on her face. Her father, Mr. Nice, teaching her how to insult people?! Was she dreaming?

Her disbelief turned to mischief and glint-eyed curiosity.

"Really?!"

"Yup. Tell me everything you know about each kid, and I'll tell you what you say to them next time they get on your nerves. Once you're done with them, THEY will need a shoulder to cry on. Muahahaha!"

"Muahahahahah! Yaaaayyyy! Thanks, daddy!"

Another hug, another problem, hopefully, solved. Dave sighed again. Although he wished he could do more, this seemed like the only appropriate way to handle things, for now. At least, Lily stopped the sobs.

Indeed, the little girl even returned to her ass-clenching shaft-riding!

"WOAH!...AH...nghhh...fuuu...ah, yes...yes, baby...yessss...God, you're so tight!"

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP*

Lily squeaked in delight. Faster and faster. Her father's throbbing cock followed her every move, veins visible under the surface.

"Hmmm...daddyyyy~..."

"Oh, my beautiful little baby!"

"Hehe, am I really beautiful, daddy?"

Without skipping a beat, Dave grabbed his daughter by her hips. He moved his head up and managed to kiss her on her lips, forehead, cheeks, and lips, and lips.

Warmth surrounded and flooded the two lovers. Father and daughter.

"Lily Ashton. Since your mother is the most beautiful woman on the planet, you're the most beautiful, cute, gorgeous, sexy, and COOLEST little girl...in the entire universe!"

It almost looked like little hearts formed in Lily's eyes. Her riding became faster and more aggressive. Although they both knew looks weren't important, it made the dainty daughter feel happy and loved. The way her father kissed her and trusted against her, Lily could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.

"AH, AH! DADDY! I LOVE YOU!"

"I LOVE YOU, TOO, HONEY!"

THUMP, THUMP, SLICK, SLICK, THUMP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP*

Fast paced rhythmic grinding met animalistic thrusts.

After lots of oiled-up time, Dave reached his climax. Lily, feeling her father's swollen stick and tip pumping, gave him one last powerful jump. Her acrobatics were out of this world! Because, she landed behind his dick. "DADDDYYYYYYYYYYYY~~~"

It was too late for Dave to stop. With huge pleasure and a little remorse, he stared as the juices left his body and splattered across his daughter's and grabbyhands and chest and--fuck, her face!

"NOOOOOOOO!", he panted. But Lily, uncaring, opened her mouth and caught several parts of her father's load with her tongue and teeth.

Calming down, his dick softening, he shot her angry look. His daughter, however, grinned, seemingly radiating innocence, and climbed off his crotch.

"Well daddy. Guess you gotta brush my teeth...AGAIN!", Lily quipped.

"You're gonna pay for this, little one.", her father mumbled, before standing up and getting themselves dressed, on their way to the bathroom. They didn't want Lily's doctor to find any...special surprises on her already white rows.

Bonus [Flashback:

Lily was now 7 years and ????? days old.

Dear Daddy,

I'm writing this letter because Mr.Kwan made me too. Don't worry, he didn't read it. He said we should tell our daddies what we like about them. So I thought.

I like how you're always tickling me. No matter if it's up there or down there

I like your funny jokes when we cuddel in my bed and make out and kiss

I like that you don't tell me to suc your coc all the time when I'm finished kissing it

I like how you're always playing with me like I'm a big girl

I like your hands when you give me a massage when mommy is at work

I like how you help me get clean when we take a bath together. Always squeakie

I like how you always buy me candy

But, most impotently:

I like how you're always there for me.

You're the besty best daddy in the whole wide world. And I'm happy to have you in my life. I hope you like this letter as much as me. And remember: I'm always your little girl!

Happy father's day, daddy ,

Yours,

Lily