Daddy S Little Girl 3

"Am I still your little girl?"

Even though Stella was now nineteen, and therefore not the child that she once was, I answered her immediately with what she was expecting from me.

"Of course you are."

That got me a smile that was so radiant, it made my heart sing. But when her smile suddenly became a frown, and her eyebrows furrowed, I became concerned. Was she anxious about something?

"I'm waiting."

For what? I was confused. And she wasn't helping me out. She was just standing there, hands on hips. But what was I supposed to say or do? Then I understood, and it made me smile. Our little game, from all those years ago, wasn't over. She was expecting more from me, and now that I'd remembered what it was, she was going to get it.

"And you will ALWAYS be my little girl."

This time I didn't just get a smile, I got a hug. One that was so tight that I could hardly breathe. And she knew that, because it made her chuckle.

That evening, with a cold beer in my hand, and plenty more in the fridge, I settled down in front of the television to watch the match. I was on my own, and because that was a rare occurrence, I was going to make the most of it. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, they are everything to me, but sometimes, like now, I need some 'me time'. They were out together. Mother and Daughter enjoying each other's company, and they wouldn't be back until late, so I knew that I wouldn't be disturbed. I was going to enjoy this!

However, despite it being a good game, I was finding it difficult to keep focused on it. I was preoccupied with Stella, and that was because of our earlier conversation. Her asking if she was still my little girl had brought back fond memories of when she was a child. A time when we were inseparable.

Such a sweet girl. Pigtails and freckles. Always wanting to sit on my knee so that I could read to her. A time when she believed that her Daddy was capable of doing anything. A time when I was her hero.

But little girls grow up, too soon for my liking. They become more worldly. They become adults that have their own lives. Their Daddy becomes less important to them. And that's how it should be, though I miss those innocent times with Stella, when I was the centre of her world.

It was late when they got back, almost midnight, but I was still up. When I saw them I had to smile. I was such a lucky man. The two women in my life were amazing. The best that any man can have. I must have done something good in a previous life, and they were my reward.

Stella wasn't just clever, she was beautiful. Her angelic face and piercing blue eyes get your attention, then you notice her button nose and full lips. And those freckles are still there, adding to her beauty. If you're a woman you're deeply envious of her. She's got what you haven't, but wish you had. For men it's different, her face gets your attention. You would like her to be your lover. But you shouldn't stop there, take a look at her body. It's a roller coaster of curves. Large breasts, an absurdly narrow waist, then hips and bottom that compliment her impressive tits. It ends with long shapely legs. I'm so proud of her.

Grace is forty four, twenty five years older than her Daughter, but she can still give Stella a run for her money in both intelligence and appearance. And because they are so different, despite her being older, some men might even prefer the Mother.

Her eyes are brown, a deep chocolatey colour. You can get lost in them. There's no button nose for her, it's bigger, but not excessively so. It's a face that's unlike Stella's, but one that's equally attractive. She also has a curvy body, but it's more subtle than her Daughter's. Two cup sizes less on the top, and a few extra inches on the waist. She's aged well, I'm indeed a very lucky man!

In the morning, my Daughter was still on my mind, and that's why I mentioned it to Grace. Telling her about the conversation I'd had with Stella. That was a big mistake.

"Am I still your little girl?"

She'd repeated Stella's words, but in a seductive voice. And it was done while her body was posing in an overtly sexual way.

"Was it like that?"

That got a curt no from me. I didn't like what she was implying. It was her idea of a silly joke, but I didn't find it funny.

"Did she then sit on your knee?"

While looking at her stony-faced, so that she could see my disapproval, I shook my head. That's when she realised that she'd gone too far.

"Sorry, I was only teasing you."

To make it up to me I got a kiss, one that was full of promise. An offer of more if I wanted it. Despite still being annoyed with her, and already late for work, I returned her kiss. And then my hands were on her breasts.

It was a quickie, over within minutes, but it put a smile on both our faces. The perfect way to start the day!

-

When I saw her, I was surprised and shocked in equal measures. Stella was drunk, and it was the first time that I'd seen her like that. Her hair was dishevelled and the top three buttons of her blouse were undone. As she walked towards me she was unsteady on her feet.

"I think I might have had a teeny-weeny bit tooooooooo much to drink."

Then she laughed, as if what she'd just said was extremely funny. I was not amused, and despite being in such a state, she noticed.

With pouting lips, and an exaggerated expression of sadness on her face, she said, "Is my Daddy angry with me?"

I was, and I was going to tell her.

"Yes I am."

When her bottom lip started to tremble and her eyes filled with tears, I softened.

While giving her my best smile, I said, "It's OK. Go to bed and we'll talk about it in the morning."

That stopped the waterworks, but she wasn't leaving. I sighed. It was going to be difficult to get her to go to bed.

"He kissed me. And I liked it."

So she wanted to talk, but I didn't. I got up from the sofa, and then I put my arm around her. I was going to help her to her room.

"Like this."

It was full on the lips. And because she'd taken me by surprise, I was slow to react. When I pulled my head back, ending it, she spoke again.

"Then he did this."

My hand was now on her breast, with hers on top of it. It was firm, like Grace's used to be, and I could feel her hard nipple pushing against my palm. It was exciting me in ways that it shouldn't. Then I came to my senses. Quickly pulling my hand out from under hers, even though she tried to stop me.

"You shouldn't have done that."

My tone was harsh, deliberately so. But she ignored it. In fact, she giggled mischievously.

"I'm going to wake your Mother."

That was the nuclear option. A weapon that would end any battle. I was lenient with Stella, but her Mother wasn't. She doesn't stand for any nonsense from her. She'll have no problem getting her to bed.

But surprisingly, the threat of doing that didn't worry her.

"What's she going to do. Smack my bottom?"

Then she laughed. No she wouldn't, but I'd get an earful for disturbing her sleep. If at all possible, I should deal with this myself.

"Please Stella. It's late, and I have to be in work early tomorrow."

"I let him get into my panties. He fingered me."

I just looked at her, open-mouthed. That was way too much information.

"Then he rubbed my clit, making my cunt come. It was amazing!"

With those shocking words still in my head, I frogmarched her to her room. Thankfully, she didn't resist.

In the morning, I was out of the house before Grace and Stella were up. I needed to speak to my Daughter about her drunken behaviour, but it was going to have to wait until tonight. However, I wasn't going to tell Grace about it. It was best to keep it to ourselves.

-

"You say that I was badly behaved, but you won't tell me what I did."

This was turning out to be more difficult than I'd thought it would be. Most of her night out was a blur. She could remember getting home, but nothing after that.

"You said that he kissed you, and then, to show me what he'd done, you kissed me."

"Sorry about that. I'd had a bit too much to drink."

I gave her a wry smile, 'a bit too much' needed to be replaced with 'way too much'.

"It could have been worse."

I was slow to agree with her, and that got her thinking.

"There was more, wasn't there?"

"Yes, but we don't need to talk about it."

She disagreed with me, and she was like a dog with a bone. Never going to stop until I gave in. I managed to hold out for ten minutes, and that, considering the relentless onslaught I was getting from her, was quite impressive. When I told her about my hand being on her breast, she grimaced.

"That must have been awful for you."

I looked away from her. To my Daughter it was confirmation that it had indeed been an unpleasant experience. However, it hadn't been awful, it had, even though it had only lasted a few seconds, been exciting, even erotic. I'd averted my eyes, because I was worried that if she was to look into them, she would see my true feelings!

When she asked if there was even more, I didn't have the stamina for another confrontation with her, so I told her everything. Exactly as she had said it. After hearing it she was subdued, but not for long.

"It can't have been that good a climax because I can't remember it."

She then laughed and I joined in.

-

That drunken night was a turning point in our relationship. When she was a child she'd confided in me, telling me everything that was important to her. As she got older, she started to keep more from me. Now, she was opening up again. Recently, we were having meaningful conversations, covering all sorts of topics, some of them quite personal. I liked that, I was close to my little girl again.

-

"Daddy, I've grazed my knees."

When I looked down at them she laughed.

"I don't mean literally. When I was a child and I needed some help, I always came to you."

She did, and those poor knees were always in the wars. Always needing me to clean and dress them. But today it wasn't her knees, she needed my help with something else.

I patted the seat next to me on the sofa, and then I said, "Tell me all about it."

"It's Rocky."

At the mention of his silly name I rolled my eyes, and that got me a playful dig in the ribs. He was a nice guy, and I liked him. Adam was his real name, and there was nothing wrong with it. But he wouldn't answer to anything other than Rocky.

"What's he done?"

"It's not what he's done, it's what he hasn't done. He doesn't satisfy me in bed."

Only a few weeks ago, she wouldn't have said that. And if somehow she'd managed to, then it would have been awkward for both of us, even embarrassing. However, now it wasn't. In fact, it seemed perfectly natural. We'd become a Father and Daughter that could talk about anything, even sex.

"Give him time, you haven't been together long."

"Five weeks, that's more than enough time."

It should be, but it might not be all his fault.

"Do you talk to him, telling him what you want him to do?"

She shook her head. Poor Rocky, he was fumbling about in the dark. Doing his best, but not coming up to scratch. I felt sorry for him.

Her big smile, followed by, "Thanks Daddy," was confirmation that she was going to give him some guidance in the bedroom. Now we could talk about other things.

"How was your day?" I asked.

"He doesn't suck my tits for long enough."

I was happy to talk about her and Rocky in general terms, but I didn't want the details.

"It's better if we don't..."

I never got to finish it, before I could, she interrupted me with, "He's not very good at licking me."

That's when I gave in. I told myself that I was doing it for her. I would listen to whatever she had to say, because it was important to her. But really, I wanted her to continue because it was exciting me.

"How do you do it?"

Just because she'd asked, it didn't mean that I had to answer her. I could end it now. But despite knowing that to continue was crossing a line, I was going to tell her. And I wasn't going to hold anything back!

"Before licking your Mother's pussy, I need to get her juices flowing. I start by sucking her big nipples. She likes that."

"I do as well. It makes my pussy wet."

And her telling me that was making me hard.

"But she needs more than that, she has to be fingered before I go down on her. Three of them pushed deep into her."

"Oh Daddy, that would be too much for me."

Then, after giving a little shudder, because the thought of that happening to her would be too uncomfortable, she said, "I only have a little cunt."

Just a few words, said casually, even innocently, but their effect on me was monumental. My head was spinning and my heart was pounding in my chest. All I, and my cock, could think about now, was her young tight pussy.

"Daddy are you OK?"

Yes, was my quick response. And then. after taking a deep breath to compose myself, I continued.

"Then I rub her clit. Just enough to get her excited, but not too much. I don't want my fingers to make her come, I want my mouth and tongue to make her come."

"Mother is so lucky to have you."

It's Rocky that's lucky. My beautiful sweet Daughter is his, to do with whatever he wants. That's when it hit me, the realisation of something that had been hidden deep inside me, but was now exposed. I wanted to fuck her!

"When she's ready she tells me to lick her pussy."

She was concentrating, taking it all in. Eager to pick up any tips from me that would help her with Rocky. But there was something else showing on her face. Her cheeks had a red tinge to them, and her mouth was slightly open. The tip of her tongue was caressing her lips. I wasn't the only one that was excited.

"I don't go straight for the clit."

"Rocky does."

"So you come quickly?"

"Yes, within a few minutes. It's an OK climax, but I want more than that, I want a big one."

"If it was me you'd get as long as you wanted."

And it would end with her getting the satisfaction that she was craving for.

"If only you weren't my Daddy."

She'd said it soulfully, and that told me everything. But as much as we both wanted it, it could never happen. However, we could continue our intimate discussion, after all, it's just a bit of harmless fun. Isn't it?

"First, I tease her opening with my tongue. It makes your Mother squirm."

"Does it taste nice?"

"It's nectar of the gods."

That made her giggle, like she used to when she was a child. But those days of being an innocent child were in the past. Sitting next to me was an adult. And we were talking in a way that only adults should.

"Rocky says mine is too musky for him."

"It wouldn't be for me, I'd lap it up."

"Oh Daddy, that's made me tingle."

And just in case I was too stupid to realise where that sensation was, she drew my attention to it by parting her legs. That gap between them looked so inviting. In an instance, my hand could be up her skirt, quickly exciting her pussy even more than it

currently was.

"Then I suck on her pussy lips. Taking into my mouth as much of them as I can."

This time she didn't say anything, instead, she opened her legs even more. One of her legs was touching mine. I gulped. It was becoming more than just words.

"To finish her off I lick her clit."

"Daddy you've made me so wet."

She was now holding my hand, moving it towards her leg. I had the strength to stop her, but not the willpower. I let her place it on her thigh, at the edge of her short skirt. I looked at her, she was smiling.

"It's OK," was said to encourage me to act. But my hand wasn't moving. I desperately wanted it to go to her most sacred place so that I could finger her. The proof of that was my throbbing cock that was hidden under my baggy t-shirt. It was as hard as it had ever been. However, my mind was in a turmoil. A battle between good and evil. Do the right thing or give into the pleasures of the flesh. And because both were evenly matched, I couldn't decide what to do.

"You know you want to."

She didn't need to say that. Of course I wanted to, but should I? Then suddenly, to my surprise, what I needed to do became clear. I'd made my mind up. The battle was won, and I wasn't going to change my mind.

The hand that was on her knee didn't go under her skirt. It patted her on the leg as I said, "I hope our little chat has helped."

Then I quickly left the room, leaving her sitting on the sofa, with surprise and disappointment etched on her face in equal measures.

-

As soon as the next day, it was obvious that our relationship had changed again. It wasn't that she was avoiding me, she just wasn't making any effort to come and find me so that we could talk. And when we did have a conversation, it was only small talk. Nothing meaningful. Unsurprisingly, Grace picked up on it.

"Have you two fallen out? You're usually as thick as thieves."

I said no, but I could tell that she didn't believe me. Fortunately though, she didn't pursue it.

-

As the days passed, we started to talk again. By the end of the third week we were back to as we were. Telling each other everything, with one exception. Sex, without us having to say it, was off the agenda. It was too dangerous a subject. Our time together on the sofa had proved that. I'd resisted temptation once, but I wasn't sure that I'd be able to do so again. It was best to steer clear of discussing anything that was even remotely sexual.

-

"Am I still your little girl?"

I'd been reading, but when I saw her, the book slipped through my fingers and onto the floor. Landing with a dull thud. That made her giggle. And her doing that completed the picture. She wasn't just dressed like a schoolgirl, she was also acting like one!

"I'm going to a Vicars and Tarts party with Rocky."

So that explained her outrageous costume and heavily made-up eyes.

"Do you like it?"

I did, what little there was of it. But I wasn't sure that I should, because it was overtly sexual. Leaving little to the imagination. The blouse was tight, with the top three buttons undone. Her impressive tits were in danger of spilling out. And her skirt could not be any shorter. I couldn't see her panties, but I knew with absolute certainty that they would be small. Stretched tight over her little pussy.

"I do like it, and Rocky will as well. I'm so proud of you."

Her face was now beaming. And my reward for praising her was for her to bend down and kiss me on the cheek. As soon as she was upright again, I noticed it straight away, but she didn't.

"Your blouse."

She looked down, and what she saw made her laugh. Her blouse was now open, with only the last button still in place. Her big breasts were still covered, but only just, because her bra was low-cut. I was expecting her to quickly correct it, to do up the two buttons that had popped out, but she was just standing there, letting we stare at her impressive tits. I couldn't take my eyes off them. After what seemed like minutes, but can only have been seconds, she spoke.

"Daddy, please will you do it for me?"

I nodded, and then I stood up. Just a simple task, and one that was easy to do. Two buttons, it wasn't going to take long. But when I started, she moved closer, pushing her breasts against my chest, trapping my hand. I could have stepped back, but I didn't. I could have spoken to her, telling her that this wasn't what we should be doing, but I didn't. Instead, with all my senses heightened, and my cock rapidly expanding, I moved my hand. Not to get it out, but so that I could fondle her tits.

When I pulled her bra down, so that I could get to her nipples, she gave a little moan. They were already swollen, big like her Mother's. To make it easier for me to play with them, she stepped back. As I rolled one of them between a finger and thumb, she purred with pleasure.