Chapter 3

If Lyla had any doubts the year before, she had no doubts on her twelfth birthday.

Her mum looked at her like she was crazy when she stated that she was going to bed early. She couldn't wait to get to sleep, in the hope that her daddy would come.

This time, she left her panties off when she climbed into bed. That was nothing new, she hadn't worn panties to bed since her last birthday, and nightly masturbation had become her routine. For the past week, she didn't wait until she went to bed. She rubbed herself as soon as she got home from school; while taking a bath ....whenever she could get her little hand down her pants. Every single time she relived the memories of her father's touches.....of his tongue. O God, how she longed to feel that tongue again.

By the time she got to bed again on her birthday, she had to will herself not to touch her mound. Two days before it was so tender from so much attention. She wanted to be ready for her daddy.

Again, she was sleeping when she was gently awakened.

This time it wasn't from his hand on her leg, or a kiss on her forehead, but from the sensations created by his finger on her pussy;

When she opened her eyes, he whispered, "No panties?"

She smiled sheepishly before saying, "I haven't worn panties to bed since the last time you were here."

"Then how am I going to take them with me? He asked, as his finger tip touched her clit for the first time, causing her to shiver.

"I have plenty in my drawer," she replied, closing her eyes to savour his touch.

"But I want to be able to smell you," he said, as he lowered his mouth to hers, to kiss her.

Once he broke off the kiss, she opened her eyes and said, "The ones I wore today are in my dirty clothes basket, next to my closet."

He smiled, nodded his head and asked, "What do want me to do now?"

Suddenly bashful, Lyla blushed. What she wanted more that anything was to feel his tongue again, but couldn't bring herself to say it.

"If you want it, you have to ask for it," he said, but with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Eat me," she gasped.

"What did you say? " he teased.

"I want you to eat me," she said just a little loud.

Shhhh...., if you wake your mum, I can't do it."

This time he got on the bed with her, and spread her legs. With his fingers he opened her up to his eyes. She was still hairless, but her pussy had certainly grown. Her labia was forming nicely. He probed her opening with his tongue... It was larger but he still encountered the barrier of her hymen. He knew he must wait before doing what he most desired. He was determined that his stolen moments with Lyla would only give her pleasure.......never pain.

She was literally beside herself with arousal, her juices flowing into his mouth as he ate her. Her little clit was more mature as well and soon he was sucking on her clitoral hood and tonguing her button. She thrust up into his mouth, pressing her hole against his chin so that the point of it entered her. He pulled back enough to replace his chin with his fingers and got two of them inside her to the first knuckle, once again hindered by the hymen. Careful not to break it, he gently massaged the entrance to her vagina, as he sucked on her clit. It didn't take long before she exploded.

This time he didn't leave. It was early and he had more to teach her. He held her and asked her questions about her friends and school, giving her body time to recuperate. As they talked, he toyed with her nipples. They had certainly grown since the last time, with just the slightest hint of titty flesh underneath them. He realised that one day she would have big breasts, but for now he loved her little ones.

"I want to teach you something else, he whispered. Do you want to learn?"

She nodded her head, eagerly.

He raised up over her and for the first time she noticed that he was naked. He must have taken off his clothes before he awakened her.

She saw his cock.......and it was massive. Once she had accidently seen her step-father's and it was nothing like her daddy's. Her dad's was rigid but her step-father's had been soft.

She had nothing to compare it with, and only later, would she learn how greatly endowed her father was.

She wasn't afraid, because he had only ever given her pleasure. He hovered over her and grabbed his cock in his hand. He lowered himself so that the head touched her opening.

He then used it to rub her, up and down her slit, pausing at her opening, pushing just the tip inside, before withdrawing it. Every time, he placed the tip at her entrance, he would shake and gasp. She didn't understand that it took all of his willpower to keep from thrusting inside her. His cock ached for her.

After teasing her that way for a few minutes, he moved off her and lay down on his back. She couldn't help looking at is cock. It was long and hard as it lay on his stomach.

"Climb on top of me," he gasped.

Dutifully, she did as she was instructed and knew he wanted to see her lower herself so that her pussy was touching his cock. It was so hot and hard.....yet soft to the touch.

"Do what feels good," he whispered.

Lyla slid backwards and forwards, pressing herself against the underside of his dick. It felt incredible. Faster and faster she moved , pressing her clit against him. Lost in lust, she fucked back and forth. Suddenly, he gasped and his cock started throbbing, pulsating underneath her. As she moved to the top, she felt a warm wetness, causing her to explode again.

"What was that?" she asked, referring to his cum.

"I'll tell you about that another time," he replied.

Thankfully, the towel she used after showering was on the bedroom floor. Her father cleaned them both up in the darkness.

"How did you like your present today, Princess?"

"I loved it," she exclaimed, before he had to hush her again.

"Well, I've got another one for you," he said.

"You do?"

"Yes," he replied, as he handed her a little present in a wrapped box.

"Do you have a good hiding place where no-one will ever look?"

She thought for a moment while holding the gift, and then nodded her head.

"I have secret place in my closet, under a loose board."

"Good..... now open it," he said, with a smile.

Lyla quickly tore the paper off the box and opened it. She gasped when she saw the form of a small penis.

"What's this?" she asked, glancing again at his cock.

"It's called a "dildo", he explained. When you are alone you can play with it when you touch yourself."

"What do I do with it?" she asked, as she instinctively rubbed it along her clit, causing her to lift her little ass off the bed to press against it.

"You'll figure it out, he whispered. I have to go now."

"Don't go," she cried.

"I have to," he replied.

"But why?" she asked, her eyes pleading with his.

"It's complicated. Now you practice with your present and next time I'll teach you more.

"Let me look at you."

She turned on the light and stood beside her bed, loving the way his eyes roamed over her body. She wasn't embarrassed. She wanted him to see her.

"You are growing up to be such a beautiful young lady. I love you, Lyla."

"I love you Daddy."

He walked over to the dirty clothes basket. He picked up a pair of her panties and put them to his nose, before putting them in his pocket.

And then he was gone.

Chapter 4

Lyla was a smart little girl and loved the lessons she had learned from her daddy, The only thing she hated was that she only got to be with him once a year ...... on her birthday. In her dreams, she was with him every night. It didn't take her long to learn how to use her gift. She was so aroused from masturbating the first time, she slid it inside of her cunny, she hardly felt the pinch of her tearing hymen. When her pussy started convulsing around the dildo, she couldn't believe how good it felt. It frightened her when she saw the blood on it, and she ran to the bathroom to check herself; but it didn't take long for the flow to stop. She was sore for a couple of day, but by the weekend she was vigorously fucking herself with the little penis. She sometime wondered where her father had got it. She had no way of knowing that he had it made especially for him. One of his friends who shared his secret desires made it for him. It was just the right size for a twelve years old girl.

Lyla also knew that the gift was a simulated penis. She remembered seeing her father's cock, feeling it pressed against her. It didn't take her long to realize that if a fake cock felt so good, a real one must feel even better. Her only fear was the size of her father's cock. Her present was tiny by comparison. Still, when she masturbated with her dildo at night in her bed, she imagined it was her father's hard cock instead. She knew she wanted him inside her more than anything else ....even more than his tongue.

It didn't take long for her pussy to easily accommodate her dildo. She used it every night and kept stretching herself; but she was also developing rapidly. It seemed her breasts appeared overnight, and a sparse bush was beginning to grow on her mound.

She loved her little dildo but she desired something bigger. One afternoon, when she was alone in the house, she used a cucumber that her Mother had ready for dinner that night. It was at least twice as big as the dildo, but it still wasn't as big as her father.

Finally, her birthday arrived. Just like the year before, she turned in early, much to the surprise of her mother. This time she couldn't help herself and started masturbating with her dildo as soon as she turned off the lights. It felt so good and she came quickly. Her orgasm relaxed her and she soon drifted off to sleep, with the dildo still stuffed up her cunt.

This time when she woke, she felt the dildo being thrust in and out of her.

"You sexy little thing. You figured out how to use your present, didn't you," her father whispered in her ear.

Lyla looked into his eyes and smiled, before checking to make sure he was naked.

With one hand, he slid the dildo in and out of her pussy, but the other one held his big cock. Her eyes widened when she saw it; it was bigger that she remembered.

She looked back at her father's face but he was devouring the sight of her bare pussy and his face was full of lust.

Suddenly, she only wanted one thing ....no fingers, no tongue...not yet. She wanted her Daddy to be inside her.

"Fuck me," she whispered.

"Where did you learn that word?" he asked as he pulled the dildo out of her and lifted it to his nose, so that he could smell the aroma of her arousal.

"From one of the girls from school," she whined from the need created by the sudden emptiness in her cunt.

His eyes were glazed over with lust as he quickly lifted himself above her. Lyla spread her legs as widely as she could and reached down to open her pussy lips with her fingers.

The head of his cock was big, but softer than her dildo. She was so wet that he slid in easily, surprising them both; but she had never felt so full before.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"Fuck me Daddy," she gasped.

He took her forcefully, fucking in and out of her. She couldn't get enough of him and met him thrust for thrust. All the work to stretch her pussy had paid off. Their copulation was fast and furious and she came quickly, sending him over the edge. For the first time, Lyla felt the sensations of his hot spunk filling her. Neither of them had thought about the possibility of pregnancy. In the heat of the moment, neither of them cared.

He rolled off her in exhaustion, both of them panting for breath.

"Wow," she exclaimed, but remembered to say it quietly, lest they waken her mother.

Her Daddy kissed her lips and hugged her. For a long time they just lay there holding each other.

Finally, she looked into his eyes, smiled, and said, "I loved having you inside me Daddy, but can we still do the other things you taught me?"

"What do you have in mind, little one?"

She smiled bashfully, which was a bit strange, since she has so wantonly fucked him.

Sensing her shyness, he stuck his tongue out and wriggled it up and down. She nodded and spread her legs, waiting for that most intimate kiss.

Later that night, she fell asleep in his arms. When she awakened, he was gone ......just like the other times.

Lyla cried for a few minutes, but knew he would return. She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep, feeling utterly satisfied. She loved her Daddy and all he had taught her and done to her.

When Lyla awoke the morning after her thirteenth birthday, she already missed her father.

The pattern had been set and she knew she wouldn't get to see him again for a whole year.

She had to smile a little as she whispered out loud, "I won't get to see that wonderful dick either.

As she recalled the night before, her fingers found her pussy, which was already getting wet. She felt a little sore from their lovemaking because his cock was so big, but pressed through the initial pain to find her pleasure spot. She closed her eyes to savour the memories when she realized, that in the heat of the passion the night before, she'd not really examined her father's cock closely.

Once she came, she went to her secret place to retrieve her dildo. She looked it over carefully, but it wasn't the same.. First, it wasn't even half as big as her Daddy's member, and second, it was circumcised. She distinctly remembered seeing the head of her father's cock peeking through his foreskin.

The thing that disappointed her the most was that she hadn't even touched it .....not with her hand. She'd felt It touching her and especially remembered it being inside of her, but she hadn't touched it. His cock became her obsession.

Often, she looked carefully at her dildo, imaging she had her father's cock in her hand.

She remembered what it felt like when he licked her, and her masturbation now included sucking on the dildo..., while finger-fucking herself. She thought of the warm stuff that came out of her father's cock and what it would taste like. She couldn't wait for her next birthday.

Chapter 5

Finally, the day came. Her parents wanted her to give her a party and invite some of her friends over; but she refused. She convinced herself that the earlier she went to bed, the more time she would have with her father. She should have known that he always waited until her mother and step-father were asleep, before sneaking into her room. One of the presents she asked for from her mother was a new bedside lamp. She intended to get a good look at her father's equipment.

That night, when she heard her door open, she knew who it was. She had given up the silly notion that he was like Santa. She was awake and waiting for him, her lamp lighting the room. She was already naked and had the covers pulled back. Her breasts had grown some more and her pubic bush had thickened. She hoped he would like her developing figure. Would her breasts entice him?

One look at his face as his eyes roamed over her body assured her that he liked what he saw. She welcomed him to her bed with a kiss and helped him quickly remove his clothes.

He wanted to take her quickly, but she held off.

"I want to look at it," she whispered.

He lay down on the bed so that his cock was near her face. Tentatively, she reached out and touched it, taking it into her soft hands. She'd dreamed of this moment. It was rigid, but felt soft. It was hot and throbbed in her hand, stirring her deeply. She slid his foreskin down to expose the head. It was so engorged with blood it was almost purple. A drop of clear liquid appeared at his pee hole. Instinctively, she licked it off, causing him to gasp.

Again, he wanted to take her. But she refused.

"Not yet," she whispered.

Pushing him onto his back, she moved over him to look at his rigid rod even more closely. She refused to let him go, and saw another drop of pre-cum emerge. When another lick elicited a second gasp, she continued to lick around the head.

He was becoming impatient, "Suck it."

Lyla gladly obliged him, taking the whole head into her mouth, savouring the salty taste of his pre-cum, and the warm flesh inside her mouth. This time, she didn't object when his fingers found her puss as she began to suck him. It felt so good, she couldn't get all of him in her mouth, but he didn't seem to mind. She could tell by his movements that it wouldn't take him long to let go. She wanted to meet him there and concentrated on the pleasure of his fingers as she brought him to the very edge of ecstasty.

"Lyla, I'm goin' to cum soo......n," he gasped, warning her, letting her make the decision of where his issue should go.

In that moment, she knew what she wanted to do ....what she must do. She desperately wanted to taste him ... to drink his sex fluid. Rather than pull away, she took as much of his cock into her mouth, as she could. Instantly, he exploded, momentarily, causing her to gag, but she was quickly able to start swallowing. A second shot covered her tongue. She loved the taste of him. This triggered her own orgasm, and her moans of pleasure were muted by her cock filled mouth.

As his cock began to soften, she couldn't believe what she had just done. Her father kissed her lips, tasting his own cum. He devoured her developing breasts, sucking and biting her nipples, lighting her fire once again. He quickly moved down between her legs, eating her, licking, sucking, sliding two fingers inside her. Again he noticed how much his baby had grown since her last birthday.

This time she welcomed him when he mounted her, spreading her leg, thrusting up to meet him, taking him all the way inside her. He couldn't believe how quickly he had recovered from his last cum. They fucked long and hard, ignoring any possible consequences - being caught by her mother, or worse, pregnancy. At that moment, nothing mattered. All that did matter was father and daughter fucking - fucking, getting and receiving pleasure, giving themselves to each other. It seemed like they fucked for hours. She couldn't get enough. She had to get as much as she could, because she knew that come dawn, he would be gone again. They didn't even take time to talk. Every moment was spent fucking, sucking, licking, eating, touching, fingering, jacking - getting each off again and again.

Finally, it was time for him to go - both of them knew it.

"Why do you have to go?" she cried, her tears wetting the hairs of his chest.

"It's complicated," he replied.

"How is it complicated, she asked. You always say that."

She sat on his lap, once more his little girl.

"I guess you are old enough to understand, he sighed. When you were little, I loved you so much. The first time it happened, it was an accident. I was changing your diaper and you had a little rash. As I rubbed the ointment on your little pussy, you smiled and cooed at me, spreading your legs. After that I couldn't keep from touching you. You loved it and would cry if I didn't do it to you. Pretty soon, touching you wasn't enough for me. I started to lick you and you liked that even more. I started to take my cock out and jack off when I touched you and licked you. That's why you remembered those sensations the first time I came to you on your tenth birthday. One day, I had you on the bed and was leaning over licking you, when you Mom walked in. I probably could have denied it and said I was only changing your nappy. Unfortunately, my pants were around my ankles and my cock was hard. She knew. She threatened to call the police unless I left immediately. Baby do

ll, I had no choice. I had to go. Even now, if she came in, I would go to jail."

"But why? I love everything you do to me."

"That's just the way it is, he responded. Now kiss me. I have to go, but I'll be back."

The kiss was passionate, full of love and promise for the next time.

"I love you, Lyla."

"I love you, Daddy."

He turned to leave as she said, "Do you want another pair of my panties?"

She had masturbated with them on before he came, pushing the fabric up into her cunt, to coat them with her juices. They were still wet. He smelled them in front of her and stuffed them in his pocket.

"Happy birthday, Lyla," he said, before slipping out the door.