Even though Grace isn't his biological father, he's all she's ever known...
I wasn’t sure if the baby was mine or not, but I married her anyway. That’s what you did those days, and it was possible that I’d fathered the child. Even though I knew that she’d been with other guys, I guess I loved her anyway. And if I didn’t love her, I sure did like her a lot. At least, I liked that she’d let me do whatever I wanted to her. Even before we got married, I fucked her at least two or three times a day, if not more. And I don’t know exactly why it was, but the bigger her belly became, the hotter it was to fuck her. She got so big that I couldn’t fuck her on her back anymore, so she got on top and rode me. Then, a few weeks before the baby was born, she finally said that she didn’t think I should fuck her anymore, which was the only time she’d ever denied me access to anything I wanted, so instead, she sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. In fact, I’d just shot a wad down her throat when she felt her first labor-pain. I thought she was gasping at having her mouth filled with a huge load of cum.
I knew the instant I saw her that I was not the baby’s father, even if my name did go down on the birth-certificate. We both knew who the baby’s real father was, and I’m sure that there were others who suspected also. See, I’m a big guy with red hair and green eyes and pale, freckled skin. My wife had blond hair and blue eyes and skin almost as fair as mine (minus the freckles). Our daughter had black hair, deep brown eyes, and even fresh from the womb, her skin was darker than either mine or her mother’s. And even though we didn’t talk about it for quite a while, both my wife and I knew who our daughter’s biological-father was. There had actually been three guys (myself included) who could have impregnated her. Myself, my roommate, Rusty, or a buddy of ours, who was an exchange-student from Greece. The three of us were at a party when we met her. She came back to our dorm and all three of us ended-up fucking her. Over the next month she barely got any rest. She spent almost every night in our room, getting fucked by both me and Rusty, and occasionally by Dimitri would come and take her too. Well, it wasn’t long after she found out she was pregnant that the Greek-boy went home, and Rusty flunked-out, leaving me and her. Now, Rusty was big, like me, and blond, like her, so I figured that it wasn’t his sperm that made the baby either. Dimitri, typical of his Mediterranean heritage, had to have been the dark-haired, dark-eyed and dark-complected baby’s real father. I didn’t ask, but wondered if my wife chose the name Grace for our daughter, because it sort-of rhymed with her biological-father’s homeland.
So, by the time I was twenty, I had a wife and a daughter, we lived in married-student-housing and were living off grants and government-aid. I graduated two years later and got a pretty good job, which required us to move to a new city. I did well, and it wasn’t long before we left our crappy apartment and I bought a house. It was a nice house, even if it wasn’t in the best neighborhood. About a year later (our daughter was four at the time), it all changed. My wife was killed in a car-wreck. The baby was a mess. She didn’t understand that her mommy was never coming back. All she did was cry. She wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t sleep, and I didn’t know what to do. Finally, the night after the funeral, I was exhausted and didn’t know what else to do. I took Grace to my bed and lay her down. Then I stripped down to my boxers and got into bed, engulfing her sobbing little body within my arms. I fell asleep. When I woke, my daughter was sound asleep and still enveloped in my embrace. I didn’t want to wake her, but I had to piss so bad (and had the requisite morning-wood to go along with my full bladder) I knew I’d have to get-up soon. Although, as much as I hate to admit it, feeling my big, hard cock rubbing against my little girl’s warm, soft body did feel pretty damn good. I managed to get out of bed without waking her. I pissed, brushed my teeth and drank some water, then returned to my bedroom.
Looking down at the sleeping little girl, well, I can’t explain it. My cock got hard again. I couldn’t help it. Now, I suppose that I didn’t have to whip it out and start jacking-off, but for someone who was used to getting-off three or four times a day, and who hadn’t had an orgasm in almost a week, I couldn’t help it. Now, I really don’t think I was having sexual thoughts about Grace as I stood there, beating my meat over her little body. It had been so long since I’d come, just giving my cock some attention was all it took. Within a couple minutes, I sprayed a huge load all over her. She was wearing a t-shirt and panties, both of which were splattered with pearly goo, and a good amount was dripping from her exposed arms and legs, as well as a couple good globs in her hair.
I must have shut my eyes, as I tried to catch my breath, because a few seconds later I was surprised by the soft, “Daddy?” My eyes flew open and Grace was looking up at me, a big drop of my cum dripping down her cheek. I was standing there with my dripping cock still in my hand, it had gone down a little, but not much. And my little girl was looking up at me, covered in my cum. I froze. I didn’t know what to do. Grace looked at me a moment, then noticed the hot goo oozing down her face. She reached a hand to her cheek, scooped some onto her fingertip and took a good look at it. Then she sniffed it, her eyes darting from the pearly drop on her finger to my now almost fully-hard cock, then to my eyes. My cock snapped rigid as I watched my little girl open her mouth and stick her finger inside, tasting my cum. Her face changed, and I thought she was about to spit it out. Then she swallowed, a bit deep swallow, and her eyes went wide and she looked down at herself, scanning her own body.
I didn’t even really realize that I was stroking myself again. Grace wiped another blob of cum, this one from her arm, and sucked it off her finger too. Then she got a blob from her t-shirt, and one from her thigh, depositing them all into her mouth. “This is good, Daddy, what is it?” Then, she reached up and her finger wiped the last drip of my load from the head of my now red and angry-looking cockhead. It hit me before I knew what was happening. Like I said, I hadn’t gotten-off in days, in fact it had been the longest stretch I’d ever gone without coming, since I first started jacking-off when I was twelve. But as I watched my beautiful, dark little girl sucking my white cum from her finger, after feeling that finger touch my cockhead, well...
I sprayed another load all over my daughter. This time, she took it in the face. The first wad went right into her mouth, which she promptly swallowed. My second spurt splattered over her nose and across her cheeks. Her eyes closed just before my third shot popped out, which was a good thing, considering it was the biggest glob so far, and it coated the whole area at the top of her nose, her eyebrows, as well as her clenched-lids. And as the rest of my load pelted her, she scooped at her face, dragging as much of my cum as she could into her mouth. When she’d finally wiped enough of it away, her dark eyes opened wide and she gawked at me. Her face was smeared, and there was a good amount of my spooge dripping from her chin to her shirt.
“Daddy, what was that?” she said, her voice soft and breathy.
I knew she deserved an answer, but I didn’t know how to explain it to her. So I did the best I could. I put my dick back in my boxers and sat down on the bed, taking her cum-coated little body into my arms, as I’d done countless times since we got the news of the accident. With my daughter’s slimy face in my chest, I said, “Baby, that was Daddy’s love-juice.”
“What’s that?” I could feel the hot breath of her words as she wiggled her face over my chest a bit, then with a giggle she said, “Your hair is tickley.” I eased my grip on her a little, and she pulled her head out of my chest and rubbed the tickles off her face, then licked her finger again, just in case. Her eyes were on me, and I realized that she’d asked a question and was waiting for an answer.
“Love-juice is what a man gives a woman when he loves her,” I said. I was just going with what came to my mind.
“So you love me?” she looked like she was about to start crying again.
“Of course I do, baby,” I thought I might start crying too. She was so little and so beautiful and even though I knew that she wasn’t my child genetically, I did love her. “I love you so much, sometimes I feel like I’m going to explode.”
“You did explode, Daddy,” and as she spoke, she looked from my eyes to a glob of cum that had smeared from her forehead onto my chest. I felt my now fairly-soft cock throb, when Grace stuck-out her tongue and licked the glob of cum right off my furry skin. “You exploded your love-juice all over for me.” Then she looked up at my face again and, well... I kissed her. And it wasn’t like any kiss I’d ever given her. She was so small, so beautiful, and before long, I had my tongue in her mouth and was tasting my own cum. My dick was getting hard again. With each throb, I could feel it pressing against her bottom. I’d cum twice in no more than five minutes, and I was almost ready to go for a third time.
I didn’t give it a thought, until my roaming hands moved under Grace’s shirt and I felt her tiny nipple between my finger. She let-out a gasp, which I swallowed considering my mouth was clamped tightly over hers, and her whole body shuddered, which caused her butt to grate over my bourgeoning boner. But it was feeling that tiny tit on my hand that brought me back to reality. See, there was no tit. Just a tiny nipple. She was just a baby and I was...
I broke the kiss and looked down at my daughter. Her face was red, the same way her mother’s looked when we kissed and I needed a shave, and smeared with cum. I took my hand out of her shirt and, trying to act as causal as I could, said, “Gracie, we should go get cleaned-up.”
She said, “Ok, Daddy,” and jumped out of my lap and, for the first time in days I saw a big smile on her face, as she walked off for the bathroom.
I walked in as she was sitting on the toilet and I could hear her little stream flowing with a hiss. Being as little as she was, she had to spread her legs wide to get them around the seat, and I could see right down to her tiny, bare slit, with the thin stream of yellow streaming out. I felt another throb between my legs, but tried to ignore it.
“Daddy,” Grace said, still pissing, making me look from between her legs to her face, “I love you too. And if I had love-juice, I’d give it to you.” An image popped into my mind, her words echoing in my mind as I looked back down at the slowing stream of pee dribbling out of her.
I started filling the tub to give Grace a bath, trying to ignore the thoughts that were running through my mind. It had already gone too far. I had to stop. I grabbed a bottle of bubble-bath and, listening to Grace finish relieving her self, poured some into the water. She flushed and, for a moment, the water went hot. I was on my knees with a finger in the tub, gaging the temperature. Then she was beside me and, with a quick glance, I felt another throb. She was naked. Which, considering I was preparing her bath, shouldn’t have been surprising. There was another throb when I saw that there was a tiny drip of pee still clinging to her little slit. I had to look away. I couldn’t do this. Then her arms were around my neck and she was kissing my cheek. Then she rubbed her face over mine a little, giggling, then said, “I like it when it’s all scratchy.” So did her mother.
The tub was almost full and it was perfectly warm. As I helped Grace in, she picked at a clumped spot on my chest-hair and said, “It’s all over you too, Daddy.” Then, causing another throb, she stuck her nose in my armpit and took a big sniff. Her face crinkled and she said, “You stink. You need a bath too.” and she started trying to pull me into the tub with her. Well, I did get into the bathtub with my little girl. And I cleaned her from head to toe, then she did as best as she could scrubbing me. And when she got her soapy little hands on my big, hard cock, I let her clean it a little, but when she started imitating the movement I’d made on my self earlier (although she used both her little hands to stroke my cock, and together they barely fit around it’s girth) I stopped her.
“But Daddy, I want more of your love-juice,” in her pouty, little way.
“Baby, we need to talk,” I said, taking her hands away from my cock. I sat on the bottom of the tub, and pulled her between my legs. I know we were both aware of my hard-on pressing against her back. I put my arms around her and, cuddling close in the warm water, I kissed her cheek. “Grace,” I started, not really knowing what I was going to say, “I love you, and that’s why I gave you my love-juice. But doing it is something so special between two people that it can’t be done too often. It’s meant to be a special treat, like a candy-cane at christmas, or chocolate at easter.”
And while I was trying to figure out how to go from there, she interrupted with, “So, when can I have it again?”
“I don’t know, Baby,” then with the guilt really starting to slap me, I added, “maybe never.” Her body twisted and she looked me in the face and I saw tears welling-up in her eyes.
“But don’t you love me?”
“Of course, Gracie,” I snuggled her face into my chest and kissed the top of her head. “But love-juice is so special that it can’t be wasted. If I gave you all my love-juice today, then there wouldn’t be any left for later.” That seemed to appease her, a bit anyway. And, after kissing the top of her head again, I added, “It’s also so special that you shouldn’t ever talk about it to anyone.” I found my hands moving up and down her torso a little, and when I realized I was doing it, my cock throbbed. “It’s like using bad words, or calling someone a bad name, people don’t talk about what happens with love-juice. No one must ever find out that I gave it to you.” And I started to move my hands off her torso.
She said, “Ok, Daddy,” then took my wrists in her tiny little hands and pulled them up to her tiny little nipples. “I liked it when you touched me here,” she said, wiggling her backside against me. I touched her, but not for long, before I said that it was time to get out and dressed. I made breakfast, then I took Grace to the zoo. And we had a good day. While we were eating lunch, hot-dogs and chips from the concession stand near the monkeys, she said to me, “Daddy, I wish Mommy could be here too.”
“I do too, Gracie,” I said, actually feeling a tear form in my eye. “I do too.”
Everything was fine, we had a great day. From the zoo, we went to Gracie’s favorite restaurant, a mexican place across town, for dinner. When we got home, she got herself ready for bed (she was such a big-girl), but when I went to tuck her in, she started crying. That night, Grace slept with me again. I held her tight, and woke with her still in my arms. Again, I crept from the bed without waking her and went into the bathroom. I took a good, long piss, then jacked-off, shooting my load down the toilet too. I was already making breakfast when Grace woke. Nothing happened, until I went to tuck her in again that night. She started crying again. Again, I woke-up with my daughter in my arms, and again, I went into the bathroom and after relieving my bladder, I relieved my balls. That night, I didn’t even bother to try putting her down in her bed, and instead took her right to mine. I tucked her in, but did not get in with her. I told her that I had some things to do, and that I would be joining her a bit later. “Just go to sleep, baby. I won’t be long. I love you.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
I waited about a half-hour then jacked three loads out of my cock, which took me a couple hours, then went in to join my daughter in my bed. It happened like that from then on. And a few weeks later, when Grace asked me if it had been long enough for her to get more of my love-juice again, I was good and told her that, as sorry as I was, it still hadn’t been long enough.
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