My Christmas Joy

I continued the 'pretend its 15 years ago' game and said "Ok, pumpkin, daddy will be out soon. He's a little groggy..."

She decided for whatever reason to turn the knob up to 11. She jumped on top and started jumping up and down shaking the whole bed, and then we both collapsed on the floor. That'll wake you up.

Still face down on the floor, I said. "Ok! Ok! Daddy's getting up. Let's go see what Santa brought, I guess."

She turned around and ran out of the room. I got up, wiped my face a bit and started to follow. I had a sudden realization... I had not put out any presents or candy or anything. I looked to the stash I had in the closet; it was all still there. I got the gifts for Joy out, along with a sack of stocking-stuffers from the corner drug store (I did remember to take the receipt out at least) and headed out to the living room.

There were TONS of presents, and the two stockings by the fireplace were stuffed overflowing with candy, nuts and fruit (surprisingly, no toothbrush or roll of dental floss—an odd break from tradition).

I set the bag of stocking-stuffers down by the entryway, and put the few presents I had next to the others. The wrapping paper was all different from what I brought, so I guess this was all her doing. It was quite elaborate, I must admit. I suddenly felt a huge wave of love and happiness rush over me like a flock of butterflies. This was what Christmas was all about—spending time with family and giving to those you love.

* * * * *

I woke up and was SOOO excited for whatever reason. I was acting all goofy and I looked at everything in the living room; it looked so perfect—this will be the best Christmas in years. I ran back and burst into dad's room, scaring the crap out of him, I'm sure. I finished waking him up thoroughly, and ran back out to the living room.

As he was coming down the hall, I just realized I may not have picked the most appropriate "Christmas morning with family" outfit. I was still wearing just my over-sized night shirt and panties. But he was here, and I saw he was still in the shirt from last night and underwear. So I decided to not make a big deal of it; I DEFINITELY don't want to ruin this moment. It'll be just like Christmas before when we were all happy.

But mom wasn't here... No, I can't let this day be ruined. She made her decision and I didn't exactly call ahead to announce I was coming, so I guess it's just bad planning.

As we tore into the packages, it was like crazy. All this stuff was somehow exactly what we wanted. Dad did a super-good job of picking stuff out. He was even doing the whole 'surprised look on my face, even though I bought this' thing, but it wasn't all corny. He did a great job of acting really genuine about it, which just made the whole thing more awesome.

A couple of gifts were really... strange. One was a garden gnome, addressed to me from Santa; in another was a general-purpose micro-controller kit, a speaker, and a turn-table with a stepper-motor control. I realized with these things and a few more parts, I could build the garden gnome that shoots water and yells at kids who get too close. Beth was the one who came up with this hair-brained idea while poking fun at me and she had no clue how it all worked, much less what parts to order. And I'm pretty sure she didn't know my dad's phone number to tell him about it.

We were putting ripped paper and empty boxes in the trash / recycling bags, and basically just about done. He just kinda stopped and looked at me and said, "Thank you. I... this was amazing. I don't know how you pulled it off. Some of this stuff I don't even think I told anyone about wanting, or even knew that I wanted it. But you really came through and surprised me. The stockings were the biggest surprise, actually."

I was a bit confused. "Dad, I didn't buy any of this stuff; especially stocking-stuffers. I'm not good at that stuff like you are."

He pointed to the sack of stocking-stuffers he had bought. They were clearly not in our stockings. After a few seconds a cold chill went down my spine, and both of our eyes widened in shock.

I managed to speak slowly, "Um... daddy? Who bought this stuff? Where did it come from? I know I sure didn't."

He replied simply, "I don't know. I didn't either."

We both frantically looked around, nothing else was out of place; all the windows and doors were locked, and the alarm was still on. Dad called the alarm company while I finished getting stuff to the trash and recycling bins.

He came back with a very pale face and said, "They checked the logs; nobody had disabled the alarm since the pizza guy showed up yesterday. We've looked all over, and I'm sure nobody else is in the house, so they said it's probably ok—I didn't tell them about the presents—and if there's an issue, to call the police."

I thought for a minute, "well, if neither of us bought it and nobody came in through the doors or windows, and nobody else is here... logically that just leaves one possible entry/exit point: the chimney."

He gave me this like, face of disbelief. "Are you serious? You're saying Santa Claus brought all this stuff? C'mon this is ridiculous, just admit that you bought it and we can move on with our lives."

I said, "No. I can barely afford books and gas, much less all this stuff. I'd never be able to pay for this."

He whipped out his phone and checked bank transactions on the app; nothing odd in the past 6 months.

I just had this warm feeling wash over my body from my head to my feet. I stood up, took the phone out of his hand and set it down, put my hands in his, and stared into his eyes. "Daddy, look. I'm not saying Santa did this. I don't know what happened... but let's look at the facts. We're home by ourselves, no strangers or anything. We're safe, and the house is secure. We have all sorts of cool stuff. We are family and love each other, and we're together. That's all that matters; Christmas is Christmas, let's just let go and enjoy it for what it is."

He crumpled his face for a bit, then looked at me and said, "Ok. You're right. This is a happy day, let's be happy." He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, gave me a brief hug, went over to the bookshelf to get something off of it, and sat down on the couch. He patted the couch next to him.

I went over and sat down next to him, snuggling up next to him. He grabbed the couch blanket, and put it over both of us so our lower extremities wouldn't get cold. There was a fire going, and lights. I turned on the Christmas music channel softly, and he opened the book to read to me.

It was a simple book, for explaining Christmas and family and food and gifts to kids. Way below college reading material; but it was our tradition, and I wouldn't miss it for the world. His voice was soothing and comforting, I just sort of went off into a trance. I put my head on his shoulder, and I could hear everything: his lungs breathing, his heart beating, his voice vibrating through his body cavity. And his body was just...warm and comforting.

As he read he stroked my hair gently, and I was just in heaven.

* * * * *

Reading the story to Joy just seemed to transport me mentally back to a simpler time; where love was just love, uncomplicated. Between me and her, between me and Karen. I thought I would start crying, but something had changed. The dream had some impact on me; I felt "released" and "unburdened". My sadness for our dismal marriage had gone; I was truly happy. I wasn't even bitter or anything, but I knew it was over.

At the end of the story, I closed the book. And this wild idea came over me. "Hey!" I said, "Want some hot chocolate and marshmallows?"

She said, "Oh daddy, yes please!"

And as if brainwashed—and with no planning or reason—this strong impulse came over me... I turned to her and said, "Sure thing... right after THE TICKLES!" And I reached over and started to tickle her. She laughed and squirmed; I knew all her spots: under her arms, the sides of her neck, the back of her thighs, her feet. She was helpless, or so I thought.

Soon she was on top of me (throwing the blanket to the floor), tickling me back. We fought the tickle war valiantly, but I don't think there was going to be any winner. Out of just habit and frantic tickling, I was tickling her abdomen, and then her chest.

I had unconciously reached over and tickled the sides of her breasts, and she laughed profusely. This is when I realized she wasn't wearing any bra. I couldn't really see anything with her nightshirt on; it was mostly opaque, but had a little bit of a see-through mesh in the front on the neck. With her position, I was able to make out her breasts. I was thinking I should stop, but she continued tickling me as if nothing was wrong. She tickled my chest, then down my abdomen.

It became a tit-for-tat; each of us escalating from the other. I moved to tickle the bottom side of her breasts. She reached down to tickle my scrotum. I started tickling her nipples, and then grabbed them in my fingers and pulled on them slightly. The laughing subsided and changed to coos of pleasure.

* * * * *

It was all fun and games, but I felt things heating up. I knew this is what he wanted—no, needed. When he accidentally brushed my tits a few times before, it was turning me on. So when he went to tickle the sides and bottom, it was less ticklish and more pleasureful.

Figuring the line had been crossed, I decided this was a good time as any to learn about cocks. I reached my hands down to play with it, and then put one hand on top. He had moved to my nipples and it was driving me wild; but then he just grabbed the whole tit—one in each hand—and started massaging gently. I knew my tit flesh was soft and that guys liked to feel them up, but to have them kneaded around in someone else's hand was a brand knew experience for me.

I was rewarded immediately, I felt his penis grow from a soft squishy tube into a rigid pole with a fleshy skin. Judging by the size of my hands, I'd say it was like 5.5"-6" long. I don't know if that was big or not, but I was going to find out today one way or another. I wanted to see it, and taste it, and feel it.

Dad was still massaging my boobs, and I leaned my head back in pleasure (which pushed them out slightly towards him). I felt his mouth on one of them, playing with it through my shirt. I lowered my head to look him in the eyes, pushed him back to lean into the couch, and slowly pulled my nightshirt over my head.

He reached down and pulled his own shirt off. So there we were, each almost naked, staring deeply into each other's eyes. He reached around and put his hands on my back, and pulled me close; rubbing his hands up and down my back. It felt amazing, and I felt my naked tits against his hairy chest; each hair was stimulating me, like a thousand tiny little massages.

He moved his hands around the sides and I sat up straight again; he massaged them with his bare hands this time, skin to skin. His hands weren't totally rough, but more so than mine. It was this odd sensation of coarse vs smooth; at first thinking it was uncomfortable, but then my body changed its mind and told me that it was amazing. He moved his mouth to my breasts again, pulling the tissue into his mouth and releasing it in various spots, moving around the nipple. Then he went to the other side and did the same, and finally put his mouth over the nipple.

"Oh daddy, it feels so good. Don't stop." I don't know what my fascination with the word daddy was all of a sudden. I used it every now and then, but it wasn't my default mental vocabulary. Somehow, I felt the need to say it verbally to him; I've read online that it would probably excite him, and he sure didn't seem to complain.

He twirled his tongue around the nipple in a circular motion, applying suction and pulling the whole thing back towards him. When he did that, it sent a jolt of electricity directly to my groin. I could feel myself getting wet. And he moved back to the other one to make sure it didn't feel left out. I felt more fluids, somehow getting even wetter still. A tension was building deep in my pussy; I needed something to release it, but I didn't want this to end too soon.

I was no stranger to porn. Despite my religious background, I'm a girl with a needy vagina; so I have to do something about it. Also, I considered it a bit of "research" for the day I eventually get married. I've seen how to give head, and Beth even told me some of the finer points of it (not that I had even asked her about it, though). I really wanted to try it.

I slid my legs down off the couch and leaned forward, grabbing the waistband of his underwear; I slid down off the couch, pulling the garment with me. Soon I was rewarded with a naked cock in front of my face; the first real one I've seen up close and personal. I studied it, seeing all the pulsing veins and different textures, and the little tiny bumps all over it (they kinda looked like miniature pimples). I touched it with my hand, exploring. The skin on the shaft would move around a little bit, but the flesh of the glans (aka. the mushroom tip) was pretty stationary and firm. As I moved my hand, it solidified harder and appeared to even jump up and down a bit on its own; and the skin became tighter... I wondered if it hurt.

"It looks amazing, daddy." I said, in my sweetest, softest voice I could find. "Does it hurt to be so hard?"

He smiled and replied, "No, the skin's a little tight right now, but it starts feeling better after the application of lubricant." He blushed and smiled a bit.

Being the sweet, loving, and caring daughter that I am, I quickly applied my mouth to it to get some saliva on it. I licked up the shaft a few times on all sides, put the glans in my mouth, and circled around it with my tongue. I extended my tongue down on the sensitive underside a few times without moving the rest of my mouth.

I heard him groan in approval. "Mmmm yes baby girl, that's just how daddy likes it. My sweet princess..."

This talk was turning me on sooo much. The words sent a wave of nervous energy from my back down to my pussy. I started moving my head up and down, being careful to avoid scraping the delicate skin with my teeth, and using my tongue to slide along the bottom side. I started slow, listening to the groans and comments from my daddy. I increased my speed a bit, noticing his groans increased with the pace. I maintained a steady but not reckless pace; I didn't want to scrape him or hurt my neck. He was playing with my hair as I went up and down; not grabbing it and pushing my head around, but just stroking and feeling the hair. I loved when my daddy was petting me like a kitty-kat.

After awhile, I heard his breathing quicken and the moans increase; it sounded like he was getting close. "Oh that feels so good, baby. Mmmm suck daddy's cock, suck it all. Oh yeah, just like that. Oh... oh... oh daddy's gonna cum soon, baby."

I managed between movements, "Yes... daddy... cum for me... your little princess... feed me daddy...". And after just a few more motions I felt his legs tighten up, and soon my mouth was being filled with his hot sticky syrup. I don't think anything can prepare you for that the first time, but I did my best to swallow (I heard guys like that a LOT). I just pretended it was a water bottle and sucked it all up like a straw, drinking everything I could. It was a little salty, kind of bland. Not really tasty, but not really bad either. Mainly I loved that I could just do this for him; I certainly wasn't doing it for the nutritional value.

* * * * *

When I came in my princess' mouth, I felt such a huge release. It was the best orgasm I remember having in... well ever. My heart was racing and I felt absolutely spent. She managed to swallow it all, which just filled my heart with pride. She would make a great wife to someone someday.

She's done so much for me, I can't let the favor go un-reciprocated. "Oh Joy... my happiness, my life. You've become such a beautiful young woman, and I'm so proud of you. I'm the luckiest dad alive."

I reached for her hands to pull her up to me, and gave her a big hug. While we embraced, I rolled her over to the couch, and slipped down. She was confused at first, but then a huge smile appeared on her face. I reached for her panties and pulled them down—the last barrier between me and my fully naked lover. It's a good thing too, because they were soaked with her juices. I pulled her closer to the edge of the couch for easier access.

I started by licking slowly around her legs, the inside of her thighs, moving closer to her pussy. I was surprised she shaved; I didn't think she would bother, not being sexually active, but she must have learned from Beth. I licked her labia slowly from bottom to top. First the right side, then the left, then down the middle a few times. She squealed in shock at the first touch, but then giggled and cooed her approval with soft "Mmmm"s.

I put my mouth over it and applied a little bit of suction, extending my tongue inside her. She was super wet already, but my tongue added its own saliva to the mix. My tongue. Penetrating my daughter. Mind. Blown. Her breathing had intensified a bit, and she was moving her hips around reflexively. I decided to turn it up a bit.

I moved my mouth to the top, up by the clitoris. I pulled the skin back to expose the clit, and put my lips over it, using my tongue to circle around it and play with it. She bucked and verbalized even more. "Oh God... daddy what are you doing? That's ... oh God don't stop don't stop don't stop, pleeeeeeaaaaasse oh my God..." And then she just started repeating simple words like "daddy" and "yes" randomly over and over in between breaths.

I pulled out the finishing move... I pulled her skin back again and put my lips inside her labia directly around the clitoris, and proceeded to suck on it like a walnut. Now, it definitely didn't taste like a walnut, but that's not the point. She was bucking and yelling and going crazy as she orgasmed. "Oh daddy, yes, yes, daddy, oh OOHHHHHHHH!".

After her violent throes finally subsided, she just kind of sunk back into the couch and had the biggest grin on her face; looking like she just woke up. "Oh my God, daddy that was soooo amazing. I didn't even know my body could do that. I felt like my brain was going to explode from all the sensations."

I got up and just sat on the couch next to her. Due to the recent showing, I was hard again; I didn't think it would ever work like that since I was older now, but somehow it did... like magic.

* * * * *

I recovered from my orgasm and looked over at my amazing daddy and his amazing body—he definitely did not have a 'dad bod'. He was sitting next to me on the couch, looking a bit disheveled. I leaned over and put my head in his lap—next to his hardening cock—and looked up at him as he looked at me. There was such affection in his eyes. I wanted—no, I needed—to have him again. I figured I might be sore later, but this is it; this is my time and I won't let it slip through my grasp.

I turned over and crawled up to him, straddling like I did before in the Great Christmas Tickle War of this year. His cock pressed against my abdomen, and I leaned close to hug him. At this point, hygiene was not a big concern since we both had our mouth all over each other; so I leaned in and kissed him deeply. Not as my father, but as a lover who needed him deeply. We kissed passionately, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. Each of us tasted the other, and ourselves. Our hunger grew, and I reached down to feel his cock at full strength.

I looked into his eyes: "Daddy, I need you."