Chapter 1

Speaking of dreams and fantasies.

It had been a wonderful day for Lyla. Every ten year old likes her birthday. As she fell asleep, something seemed to be missing, but she didn't know what.

The room was dark as she drifted off, and then felt a presence in her bedroom. A warm hand touched her leg. She stirred.

"Shhhh... sweetheart, its okay."

The words were soft and gentle .... The voice familiar as if from the distant past.

Lyla sat up in bed.

"Daddy?" The words somehow escaped her lips.

"Yes Lyla, it's me. Shhhh..... we don't want to wake your mum.

"Oh Daddy, she gasped as she threw her arms around him. Why did you go away?"

"That's a long story and I will tell you when you are older. Now lay back, Daddy has a present for you."

Lyla smiled. It had been so long since she had seen him.

"See if this brings back any happy memories," he whispered.

She felt his lips touch her forehead, then her closed eyelids. His warm hand returned to her leg, but this time under the covers.

He kissed her cheek and then her nose, causing her to giggle, and then she noticed his hand moving higher on her leg, pushing up the thin fabric of her nightgown.

She started to feel a tingling sensation in her tummy as his fingers moved higher. She could feel her father's breath on her face. It was sweet and refreshing. Then his lips touched hers at the same time as his fingers touched her little mound.

"Do you remember," he whispered.

"I..... think..... so......, Daddy," she said, as she instinctively spread her legs.

He said nothing as he gently moved his fingers, pressing them between her prepubescent lips. Both of them were breathing with their mouths open, as he created sensations she only just recalled. He awakened secret memories from the distant past.

Her heart was beating faster and faster as he slipped her panties off. The covers were pushed to the side of the bed and her nakedness was exposed to him. In the moonlight she saw him wet his fingers as he put his fingers to his mouth.

Yearning was building in her as she lifted herself and spread her legs wide, inviting him to touch her again. His fingers were gentle, eliciting pleasure. Vague memories flooded her consciousness of secret pleasures, stolen moments with her Daddy. His fingertip probed her opening, but not too far. Just enough to feel her wetness. Then he slowly slid up the length of her slit, causing her to jump when he first touched her little button. Backing off her clit momentarily, he stimulated her to create that aching urge for him to touch her again.

When his fingers found it the second time, she was ready. In seconds she exploded, her little body convulsing with delight.

"Happy Birthday," he whispered, and then he was gone.

When she reached between her legs she was warm and wet. She looked around for her panties and couldn't find them.

Chapter 2

When Lyla went to bed on her eleventh birthday, she wondered if he would come and see her again. She remembered every detail of the night of her tenth birthday, like it was yesterday, and the special present her Daddy gave to her. Still, at times she had doubts. Could it only have been a dream? At first, she was sure it had happened. Her panties had disappeared, but as the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months without a single word from him, she couldn't help but wonder.

Whether it was a dream or real, she realized she would have to go to sleep, before anything happened. It was sort of like Christmas Eve, when she was told that Santa wouldn't come until she was asleep.

Weary from a long day, it wasn't long before her eyes grew heavy, and she gave into to slumber.

A kiss on the forehead awakened her.

"Hello, sweetheart," he whispered.

"You came back?" she replied, sitting up to hug him.

"I had to see you," he said with a little sadness in his eyes.

"Why can't you stay with me always?" she asked as a tear ran down her face.

"It's complicated," he responded.

"That's what you said last time. When are you going to tell me the reason?"

"All in good time, my sweet, all in good time. Do you want your present?"

It was the present she'd hoped for above all others, and she felt that tingle in her tummy that came every time that she remembered what happened last time.

"What do you want, baby?"

She was embarrassed to say it, so she simply lifted the covers and spread her legs.

"You have to ask me for it," he said.

"Touch me," she whispered.

This time he didn't hesitate. His hands were shaking as he slipped her panties over her little ass. This time he also lifted her nightgown over her head, leaving her completely naked. What a wonderful little body his baby girl was endowed with. At first, he didn't wet his fingers, because he wanted to see if she was already wet. He shivered when he felt her drenched little cunt. His girl was on fire.

He masturbated her for a few moments, but was careful not to let her cum .........not yet

"Baby doll, do you like this?" he asked.

"Yes," she gasped.

"Do you ever touch yourself?"

Reading her expression, he said, "Let me show you how you can make yourself feel good, when I am not around?"

He took her hand and placed her middle finger against her slit. He applied enough pressure for it to slide between her developing labia.

"You've grown a lot since last year," he commented.

After manuevering her fingers for a couple of minutes, she soon got the hang of it. He watched in awe as his little girl masturbated herself in front of him. She loved the way he looked at her.

"Now you can do this every day and remember tonight," he said softly.

Lyla loved how good she could make herself feel, but missed his touch.

"I love it Daddy, she said, but I like it better when you do it."

"Now let me show you something that feels even better," he said softly.

He turned her on the bed so that her legs were hanging over the side. He got on his knees on the floor, between her outstretched legs and pulled her to the edge.

Lala couldn't believe the sensation when she felt his tongue touching her pussy. A friend at school had told her that it was called a pussy or cunt.

"Shhh... baby, you have to be quiet. We don't want to wake your mum. Just lay back and enjoy it. I am going to eat you now."

Lyla thought that sounded funny when he said he was going to eat her, but soon forgot everything in the pleasure his tongue created. He savoured the taste of her virgin cunt and ate it hungrily, tonguing her hole before sucking on her clit. She went crazy and when she came, she almost passed out from the pleasure.

He moved up and kissed her lips, so that she could taste herself.

"Remember to touch yourself. You know how to do it now. I've got to go now."

"Please, don't go," she pleaded.

"I don't want to go, but I have to baby. I promise I will come back on your next birthday."

"Promise ..."

"Yes, I promise," he said.

He picked up her panties off the floor and stuffed them in his pocket. Then as quickly as he came ....he left.

Lylla's hand moved down until her fingers touched herself.

"Mmmmmmmmm......, this feels good, she whispered to herself, but not as good as when Daddy did it ."

As she masturbated, she continued to coo, "Yes, Daddy, eat me....eat me."