My Daddy (I)

I was his lil girl. My dad was my everything.
We would often wrestle, tickle and play imaginative games on the living room floor.

One Sunday afternoon, when mom was away for the day at the womens auxiliary club, Dad told me he had a new game. He wanted to find all my ticklish spots. I grinned, it sounded very fun. He promised that he would find every ticklish spot I had.

He had me lay down arms and legs wide so he could tickle everywhere. He told me that if I laughed or moved I would lose. I was already smiling and nearly laughing at the thought of such fun.

He started by tickling my hair. I squealed in laughter that hair can't be ticklish. But of course he claimed that because I was laughing, my hair must be very ticklish. He traveled across my face and down my neck. My neck is so ticklish I could barely keep from tilting my head to stop him.

He tickled my fingers...no good.He tickled the bend of my arm...that was a lil ticklish. When he got to my sides, his fingers crept under the hem of my lil shirt and I roared with laughter. I am soo ticklish there. I begged him to stop laughingly but he kept asking me to say "uncle" which I was too stubborn to do. Finally he stopped tickling my sides and let me breath...my lil chest rising and falling to catch my breath.

His hands went further up my shirt to my underarms. Again I squealed, trying to turn to get away - to no avail. He lowered his mouth to my bare stomach and gave me a raspberry. I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes. He moved his lips to another part of my tummy and gave me another raspberry and another and another.

I remember feeling a lil strange, not necessarily a bad strange, maybe even a good strange when he gave my lil tits a raspberry. Of course at the time it was hilarious and I cried in innocent laughter.

After that he tickled the souls of my sneakers... I giggled and told him that he was a silly daddy. He removed my shiny black shoes and my white socks. He nibbled at my toes and I think I actually kicked him pretty hard on accident when I reacted in laughter. He was a good sport though and started tracing a line up my legs with his nibbling. He knows my most ticklish place is just above my knees on either side of my leg. OMG, it almost hurt to laugh so hard.

He continued tickling higher and higher, under my skirt until he got to my lil white cotton undies with the faded pastel flowers on them and a lil pink bow on the waistband. He stopped and told me that he had found my every weakness... except two places. I looked disappointed thinking the fun had ended. When I asked where, he pointed to my private place and my bottom. He told me with a smile that he did promise though and that he should keep his promises - like he was making a sacrifice for me to keep his promise.

He lifted me up a lil and slide off my panties. He turned me on my back then my tummy fast then back again comically trying to decide which end to do first. I laughed at his indecision. Finally, he put me on my tummy. He tickled my bare smooth youthful bottom and I did laugh, though not as much as when he tickled my knees or sides.

He suggested that I might be ticklish inside, so he stuck his finger up my bare nakie lil bottom and started wiggling. It felt strange but so funny to have daddy stick his finger there. He pulled it out fairly clean and wiped it off with a lemon scented premoistened cloth. He stuck a long thick thing back in my lil bare bottom that started to vibrate... I was startled at first then giggled cause it felt so funny in my bottom.

Then he flipped me over onto my back. My eyes sparkling, I was having so much fun with this new game. So much attention from daddy, which I always sought. And the need to be touched so instinctive in a young daughter.

He spread my legs wide and started tickling all around my private place. It tickled and I wanted to close my legs to protect my ticklish places but he was kneeling between my legs and I couldn't close them. He slowly slide his finger up my pee place and tickled me there.

It..it was different...it wasn't ticklish at all...it felt very good and I got really quiet. My daddy told me to close my eyes and I did. He leaned down and sucked my lil breasts and wriggled his finger inside my pee place. It felt ...well really good. I didn't know what I was doing then but I started pressing my young lil bald mound against my daddy's hand... trying to get his finger in just the right spot.

Its not like I cummed or anything, I was still too young. Dad asked me to stay there for a minute and not move a muscle. So I lay there nakie with this moving thing up my bottom. He went into the next room for a few moments and was doing exercises or something because when he returned he was breathing hard and red faced.

He stuck his finger with goo all over it back in my lil pussy and told me to rock against my hand some more, which I did.

It felt good and daddy seemed to really enjoy it so I enjoyed it too. Finally though daddy said it was over. He told me to give him my clothes, that I would have to stay nakie for a while while he washed them. He told me to go take a nap and that he would bring them up later nice, clean and warm.

Mom was gone every Sunday and Dad made up new ways to have fun each week.

My father died when I was 13. I'm not sure how I feel about it. At the time I felt very special to have daddy's undivided attention. I felt loved, Just being touched and wanted physically are very powerful forces in a young girls life. He would never have hurt me knowingly, I think he justified it to himself that it was ok because he loved me. I'll never know 'cause I can't talk to him now. I wish he were still alive so I could ask.