Gaaahhhh!", an excited Lily squeaked, crawling around the fluffy carpets of her room, her father crawling right behind her.
"Fear a lot, because the monster's gonna get ya! Arhhahah!", Dave yelled in a deep voice, chasing after the energetic little thing in front of him.
Lily was 6 months old now and had recently started crawling. And she loved it! And inquisitive about her surroundings as she was, the little firecracker didn't let anything stop her in her path to explore the world around her.
Her daddy finally caught up to her, grabbing her by her cute pink wool socks depicting a horde of unicorns. He then held, as the little cutie kept making her sound soft joy, onto her fragile little body that was wearing only a duly damp diaper.
"Guess daddy's too fast.", Dave chuckled before covering his daughter's face full with kisses, her bright eyes following him affection. His voice then turned a little deep again. "And now one kiss for daddy." He kissed his infant daughter on her lips, gently wrapping his tongue around hers and running it along the empty cavaties where soon her teeth will grow.
"Mhh. Bwwwwlwllw", the father made, making his child giggle loudly again. He turned to look at the creak in the door, unsure of whether it was safe or not. But the temptation didn't let go. Sitting up cross-legged, the deviant daddy pulled down the zipper on his sweatpants that had barrackaded his tool. Hardened it was, and tiny bit of precum decorated it's tip.
Dave put his daughter down with careful motions. She instantly turned into her crawling pose again, her growing little head very close to his crotch. Dave smiled. He loved Lily's curiosity. He put one hand on his baby's bottom, gently pushing her forward.
His voice became higher now. "And now, another kiss for Daddyyyyyy!" His clownish tone made his daughter gurgle and giggle again as air flew out of her nostrils. As her light pink lips then finally reached his cock head, he groaned, but tried to keep it silent. He didn't want Lily to become scared, after all.
Ironic for Dave was, that, unlike for most men, his cock was too big. The girth of his circumsized tip alone barely fit inside Lily's mouth. And although the little explorer tried to suckle on it, Dave didn't want to endanger her. He was a sicko, yes, but a father first, a father who loved his daughter....just a bit unconventionally.
This time, however, fate seemed to be on his side. Dave moaned his fist as Lily moved herself a bit forward and nearly took his entire tip inside her mouth. Her chubby cheeks were visibly filled with his meat, and his desire to shove in more nearly took over. But he managed to stay in control and gave it a little push, instead.
Lily's green eyes looked down upon the veiny weird thingy blocking her entire mouth. She was surprisingly calm, as she breathed gradually more through her nose. She was a quick learner. Soon, saliva formed in her cavice and coated her daddy's flesh.
This all culminated into a very nice sound, as Dave began to push and pull his tip in and out, back and forth. His other hand was placed gently on Lily's head. He whispered: "Yes, baby. Don't worry, daddy won't exaggerate."
*SWISH, SWOSH, SWISH, SWOSH*
His daughter's lips were tightly wrapped around him, driving him crazy. He kept on thrusting, making sure not to increase his speed too much. Lily kept still, wanting to know what would happen next.
Holding back a loud, scary sounding groan, Dave quickly pulled out. He slipped a few inches away for security.
Holding his pumping shaft, he gazed in greed as his cum splattered across Lily's infantile face, thankfully not mixing in with her growing brown hair. But her nose and forehead and chin and lips were now covered by the seed she was once part of. Her grimace turned slightly fearful and shocked, but still quiet. Knowing that babies reflect their parents moods, Dave put on a smiley face quickly.
"Yyaaaaaayyyy! Well done, Lilyyyy!", his clownish voice came out.
Lily began giggling again. She blew raspberries with her lips, and tiny air bubbles that were party saliva and partly goo came out. Dave, breathing a bit exhaustedly, laughed out loud and drew his baby in for a sentimental hug.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps. They were coming closer. In a matter of seconds, the panicked pervert used one hand to use his shirt to wipe off the cum traces off Lily's face, while his other hand managed to successfully stuff his dick back inside his sweatpants and pull down his zipper. 'I guess I should be grateful for that multitasking course Ashley signed me up for once.', he thought.
Speaking of Ashley: the mother of house knocked gently, already peeking her head inside. Her heart was warming as she saw her husband hugging their daughter tightly.
"Awww, aren't you two the cutest?"
"You tell me. She's got the looks of an angel. You know what? No dating for her until she's....at least 20....no, 30! Thirty's the minimum."
"Hahaha. Let me guess: no grandkids until she's become president?"
"What, you think that'd be too over the top?"
"Nah, I just wanted to make sure we'd agree she can omly do that in her second term."
Both adults laughed.
Dave enjoyed this moment. Although he and Ashley had their occasional falling out, he loved her quips and comebacks. They had been among a lots of reasons why the two had married.
Suddenly, an all-too-common smell made it's way towards their nostrils.
"Ewww...Lily! Why do you always ruin mommy and daddy's fun time?", Dave jokingly scolded his babygirl who only shot unknowing glances towards her parents.
Ashley put her arms forward. "Give her to me. It's my turn to change diapers this week."
"You sure? That looks like a pretty expensive sweater you're wearing."
"Oh, pish, posh. She peed like a million times this morning alone. It's probably just the cookie porridge she swallowed earlier. Give her to me. And if one of us needs to change tops, it should be you, mister. You do know you're not supposed to shake her that much, right? God, one day you're gonna drown in her puke."
Dave's eyes widened as he looked at the sticky white stains on his shirt, before he laughed it off.
"Fair point."
As Ashley was changing Lily's diapers, she sighed. It'd been 6 months already and Lily always preferred Dave's presence over hers. She knew that this didn't have to mean anything. After all, babies just followed their instincts.
She was sure it wasn't postpartum that made her feel this way, though. She had thought about bringing this up to her husband, but whenever she was close to, she felt a voice inside her scold her for her supposed jealousy.
She scoffed to herself as she pulled off the dirty diaper and threw it away. Maybe it was true. Maybe the nagging feeling she had regarding her daughter's attention really was just plain old jealousy. After all, daughters often had only eyes for daddy, they always said.
"Yeah...", Ashley mumbled to herself. When she was done cleaning and was about to reach for a clean diaper, Lily cooed in her tiny baby voice. Her mother smiled, feeling warmth.
"Awww, does baby like getting cleanie weanie? Now, let's get you into a-AHHHH!"
While Ashley was talking, her head was dangerously low and too close to her daughter's bottom. Said one started peeing at that moment, which Ashley hadn't anticipated. The streams hit her in the face and, sadly, also the chique sweater she'd bought just a few days before.
Ashley was pissed off [hehehe]. But as she was making a mean grimace, ready to yell a bit at the criminal, Lily eyes began to water and she pouted. 'Oh no. Don't cry.'
With a smile of resignation, Ashley calmed her daughter down. "Shhh...it's ok, honey. It's just a bit of water. Mommy's gonna get that cleaned up in no time. I love you."
With that, she put on a new diaper on Lily before she kissed her cheeks (they tasted a bit salty, had she cried earlier?) and, with the plan of quickly throwing her clothes into the washing machine, carried her back to daddy who was wearing a new shirt and ready to play more with his babygirl. Their babygirl.
Bonus:
Lily was now 11 months old, having grown a bit with fuller hair, standing on Dave's belly. Suddenly, it happened.
"Oh my God! Ash, get the camera! Lily's taking her first steps!"
"Wait, what?..... Oh my God! Baby! Yesssss! I'm so prouuuddd!"
"Cameraaaa, hahaha."
"Oh, crap. Yes, yes, right away. Keep her like that! Don't you dare let her get away, dude."
Dave didn't know why he loved the risk of all of it. Maybe he wanted to get caught, deep down. Maybe he was just a sick fuck. Either way, he quickly grabbed his waistband with one hands fingers while the other was keeping a chuckling Lily, who didn't understand all that commotion, in balance.
Once his pants and briefs were down barely, his semi-erect cock bounced and landed towards his crotch.
"Let's go, Lily!", he snickered, as he pulled his infant daughter on top of his dick. Her bare feet, tiny and yet chubby, were now placed on his shaft. Like on instinct, Lily chuckled loudly and began walking.
Keeping her in her place, Dave moaned silent sounds of pleasure as he felt the stative massage of his member through the tasty toes of his daughter. Lily's flat soles were rubbing back and forth on his skin as the little daredevil increased her pace, enjoying the game.
"Googoo...gaaaaaaa"
"Yesssss! Go googoo!"
Clueless Ashley's voice could be heard in the back of the house, probably in the storeroom.
"Is she still walking? Please say yes! God dammit, my father paid a thousand bucks for this piece of shit camera to capture our most important moments and I can't find it."
"Its ok, take your time. Nhg....she's in the mood today.", Dave shouted back, laughing.
As his baby kept walking, his cock hardened, ready to spill. Pushing his hips up only once, Dave came, almost all of his juice, thankfully, being shot right inside his pants, to cover his tracks. Lily kept on walking, nearly running, her laughter as sweet as always.
Dave quickly pulled up his pants and rubbed his daughter's feet off his crotch before he put her on the floor. He chuckled as he looked at her strut around the room, thinking loudly: "Looks like we got a future track runner, huh?"
"You don't have to tell me. Didn't I tell you I won a prize for something similar back in high school?", Ashley grinned, finally back and with the luxuriously styled and technically advanced camera in her hands.
Dave raised an eyebrow. "I thought that was for the Mathlympics?"
"Well, it was still a prize, smart-ass. Now shut up and make a happily surprised face and point at this little roadrunner."
"Captions for Instagram?"
"Uhh....how about the good ol' *'Growing up so fast*'? Or: *'Trying to run away from home' *."
"Perfect."