I was laying on my bed, daydreaming, thinking, and fiddling (no, not with myself, pervert). Daddy came into the room wearing shorts and no shirt. It wasn't uncommon for him to go around the house that way. The difference this time was that I could see the outline of his hard cock. He moved close to the bed, and without saying word, pulled his shorts off. There it was again. It brought the wide-eyed wonder in me again, as well as the funny feelings of excitement.

He stood over me and jerked off a bit. I looked back and forth between his cock and his face. He was looking me over, drinking me in. Pretty soon, he laid down next to me. This time, I was on my back, and he laid on his side, pointed at me. I was more of a target that way. He wasn't just jerking off while I watched. He was jerking off onto me.

It didn't last long, but really didn't need to. He jerked for a bit and soon came on my clothes and my leg. Again, came the wonderful, hot splashes of Daddy milk and rubbing it into my skin. I was a bit mesmerized by the beautiful process.

After Daddy came, there was always the inevitable and pleasing, "I love you so much. You are such a good girl." This time though, we had the talk that all little girls get. This is our secret. If someone found out, we would get in so much trouble. (Looking back, I appreciate that he said we would get in trouble, rather than just me). My mom would be so mad if she knew what we did. Etc. Standard fare for "The Talk." He didn't have to tell me though. Instinctively, I knew it was wrong. Logically, I knew we shouldn't be doing it. There was no way I was going to spill the beans. Not ever. Good girls don't tell. Good girls protect their daddies.

Our second day of playing was the same. He called to me after momma left for work and had me get in bed with him. There was snuggling, cuddling, little kisses, and love. All the things I craved and thrived on. Then came him rubbing his cock on my leg and eventually cumming on me. Three times over the course of the day. Each time, I was clothed. Doing a load of laundry before momma got home became part of our routine.

The third morning was different. There was the call into bed, as well as the delicious cuddling and love. This time, however, Daddy told me to get naked. I was quite nervous about it, but of course, did as he told me. He ran his hands over my little body, my flat chest, and skinny little legs. There was also the delightful fingering of my smooth little pussy. I enjoyed that very much. It ended each time with him cumming on my tummy, chest, or some combination of that. I'm not sure exactly when, but somewhere in there, he came on my little baby pussy for the first time and had me rub that in. All of it was thrilling and fun.

Not long after, he asked if I would like to touch it. Yes, I would. I reached out my tentative little hand and touched and played with his cock. I gripped it and felt how hard it was. I squeezed and petted it and had a wonderful time exploring it. Daddy wrapped his hand around mine and showed me the difference between stroking and tugging it. I loved the feeling of taking it in my hand and jerking it up and down. Even more, I learned to love his reaction to the things I did for him. A slut was born.

The first several times we played that way, I would stroke and jerk him to a certain point. Then he would take over and finish by cumming on me. One time came, "Don't stop. Don't stop. Just like that. Keep going." Then that little swell and the lovely twitch as the milk shot out. I made Daddy cum all by myself. He was so happy and I was so pleased with myself. He gave me so many good girls and so much I love you for that. It was the first time I made a man cum and it felt good. I have never forgotten that feeling. It will always warm my heart to know that a man came because of me. Thank you, Daddy.

After my mom moved in her boyfriend, I grew attached to him very quickly. He was fun to be around and very sweet and attentive to me and my sister. In spite of the difference in our ages (I was 11, he was 35) I just loved him and thought he was wonderful. I was careful about it then, but ever since, I have called him Daddy. I always will.

During the summer of that year, my sister went away for two lengthy stays at art camp and with a friend. Momma worked in the daytime. That left me and Daddy alone all day.

One morning, I awoke and heard momma leave. I got up and went to their room. Without a word, I pulled the covers back, got into bed with him, and snuggled close. He was warm and I felt very safe and cozy next to him. I honestly wasn't trying to start anything. I only had the vaguest notion of what sex was. It was the feeling of attachment and protection that attracted me that morning.

We spooned together, him in his boxers and me in my pajama top and shorts. Before long came the inevitable "hard thing" poking me in the butt and the slow, soft humping. I had a pretty good idea what it was. I had seen pictures of a cock but had never encountered one in the wild. Not knowing what to do, I froze and let it happen. Freezing at critical moments became a lifelong habit.

The humping got a bit more intense and the strokes longer. I could feel his excitement and his breathing get deeper. After a bit, he rolled away from me, lifted his hips off the bed, and pulled off his underwear. He put his arm around me and rolled me over onto his chest.

There it was. Wow. I was eye to eye with my first cock. It was my turn for deep breathing and a racing heart. Along with the sight of it all came my first feelings of sexual excitement. That was a fun feeling, even if I didn't quite understand what it was. I was totally intoxicated by that and fascinated by Daddy's hard cock.

He put his hand on it and stroked it. Then he grabbed it and pulled on it, faster and faster. My head was on his chest, so I could feel him breathing hard and moaning very quietly. This went on for a while as I watched, frozen in place, both too scared to move and too fascinated to look away.

As he got more and more excited, Daddy said, "I'm going to show you how to cum." In my naivety, I thought, "Where are we going?" Shortly after, he turned his hips toward me, thrust toward me, and let out a groan. Milk shot out of it! It looked like milk anyway. It felt hot when it splashed on my leg and my pajama shorts. I had no idea what that was or than any of that even happened. In a deep down instinctive way, I knew it was something special though. Indeed, it was.

Daddy relaxed and almost immediately said, "You are such a good girl, D. I love you so much." Those were words I would hear again and again, every time he came. All of these new sensations had my head spinning.

As I lay there, watching the milk begin to "cry" down my leg, Daddy said, "Rub it in." I had no idea what that meant and laid there motionless. After a moment, he took my wrist and put my fingers in the Daddy milk. He guided my hand in circles until the milk began to dissolve into my skin. I was fascinated by that too. It was the first time I took a man's love into my body. Looking back, it was beautiful moment.

After a bit, he said, "Go clean yourself off with a washcloth." I went to the bathroom, ran some warm water, and washed away the residual mess. Like a good girl, I hung up the washcloth and went back to my room, then sat on my bed and tried to process all the exciting things I had seen. The scene replayed in my head along with images of Daddy's cock and the hot, squirting milk. I wondered when we might do it again. As it turned out, about an hour later...