A Simpson's Story: Becoming Daddy's Special Girl

BY : Valaskia
Category: +S through Z > Simpsons
Dragon prints: 8490
Disclaimer: I don't own the Simpsons, nor make money from this story.

Daddy’s Special Girl
Part III

“Daddy…” I giggled shyly, looking away.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He said, looking away.

Feeling apprehensive, I began to hesitantly stroke my daddy’s thingy, my hands working together to pump the large shaft. I recalled accidentally catching Bart doing this to his own thingy and he had seemed to like it a lot, so I figured maybe Daddy would like it too.

“Ooh, Lisa. That feels so good. Stroke daddy’s cock, baby.” He moaned, his head tilting back.

Blinking up at him, I tilted my head to the side before considering his thingy as I busily stroked it. “Hm, so it’s called a cock,” I thought to myself while lightly shrugging my shoulders.


I couldn’t believe myself as I felt my little girl’s hands wrap around my cock. My cock was too big for her small hands so she had to use both. I moaned soft watching in fascination as she began to jack me off. “How on earth could she possibly know what to do?” I wondered to myself.

“Ooh, Lisa. That feels so good. Stroke daddy’s cock, baby.” I moaned quietly, my head tilting back as my eyes closed. I lost myself to the pleasant sensation of my daughter jacking me off.

A few minutes passed and I knew that this wasn’t enough for me. She clearly had no regrets about last night and no qualms about this budding new development between us so I decided to push my luck and go for broke. 

Looking down at her, I smiled gently and with a gentle voice, spoke. “Lisa, do you know what a blowjob is, honey?”

“A blowjob, daddy? No, sorry. What is that?” She asked, curious at the prospect of learning something new.

“A blowjob is when a girl puts a man’s cock in her mouth and sucks on it. It makes the man feel really good.” I replied gently.

“In her mouth? Isn’t that kind of yucky?” She asked, looking up at me.

“Nonsense. Grownups do it all the time with the men they love. You do want to be a grown up, don’t you Lisa?” I asked, giving her that extra push. I knew she desired to be seen as an adult more than anything. I felt a little guilty but squashed it down, wondering what she would do.

“Okay, Daddy.” She said, her mouth opening as she leaned forward, putting the tip of my cock in her mouth. She sucked on it and my knees felt weak. A whimper of pleasure escaped my lips and she looked up at me concerned, pulling her mouth off my cock.

“Are you okay, daddy? Did I hurt you?” She asked worriedly.

“No, sweetheart. It felt so good. Please, baby. Keep sucking.” I said, relieved when she took me back inside her sweet, wet mouth. I placed my hand on the back of her head and gently encouraged her to take a little more of me. 

She was able to get the first two inches of my fat, 8-inch cock into her mouth before the tip hit the back of her mouth and she gagged. I sighed, smiling gently at her as she continued to suck, her tongue instinctively teasing my shaft, eliciting another whimper of pleasure from me.

Marge absolutely refused to suck my cock, claiming it was disgusting and unnatural. Meanwhile, Lisa it seemed was a born cocksucker. She was amazingly skilled. I had had a few girls suck my cock in my teens, but none were half so skilled as my little girl.

I felt my balls tighten and knew I was close. I gently tapped Lisa’s shoulder and pulled out of her mouth, my hand stroking my cock as I pointed it at her cute, cherub face and shot my load, spurt after spurt landing on her cute face.

She looked surprised at me as her small hand came up, touching her fingers to my cum and then inspected them for a minute. I was worried I had gone to far, but she giggled and smiled a toothy grin at me. 

“This is the same stuff you shot into my kitty last night, right daddy? I washed it off in the shower.” She said, smiling up at me.

“Yes, baby. It’s the same stuff. But grownup women call them pussies, not kitties. Girls have pussies and boys have cocks.” I told my daughter gently.

“Really? That’s funny, daddy.” She said, giggling once again.

“Yes, it is. Now remember, Lisa. You can’t tell anyone about what we do together. It has to be our little secret, okay?” I said, sternly.

“Okay, daddy. I promise.” She said solemnly.

“Good. You’re daddy’s special girl. I love you so much.” I said, smiling.

“I love you too,” She said running forward to hug me.

“Now then. Let’s get cleaned up and dressed before Bart wakes up.” I said.


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