by Maggie Ryan
Coco heard the water gushing into the sink through the open door and when it didn’t turn off, she understood that her daddy was offering her help. With a final grimace, and another clutch of a full bladder, she pulled her hand free and closed her eyes. When she was done, she opened them, her cheeks were hot but the pain in her tummy was gone. Scooting out of the chair, she went to the open door, the feeling of the far heavier diaper giving testament that she’d used it.
“Um, Daddy?”
“Yes, sweetie,” he said, tying the drawstring of his swimsuit and looking up.
“What happens now?” she asked.
“Did you go potty?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, feeling her cheeks go even hotter.
Her daddy smiled and came to her. “Then, little one, I will clean you up and show you what happens when my ladybug allows herself to let go and accept the lesson.”
He picked her up and set her onto a table much like the one in their bathroom at home. “Lie back.” Once she had, he undid the pins and pulled the diaper down. “Good girl,” he praised, bending to place a kiss on her tummy. Coco felt a mixture of embarrassment at what she’d done and arousal at his touch. She also felt quite like a little one when he grabbed both of her ankles and lifted them, raising her bottom off the table. The diaper was pulled free and dropped into a bin she hadn’t noticed before. The water that had been running for several minutes made it easy for her daddy to soak a cloth and return to her. It felt good against her skin and the fact that he did such a thorough job of cleansing every fold of her pussy had her moaning and lifting her hips without help.
Dalton chuckled as he set the cloth aside. “Now, for your reward. Pull your knees up and let your legs fall open.”
Coco obeyed and once she was splayed for his perusal, she moaned when he bent and began to lick and nibble on her sex. “Oh, Daddy,” she groaned when a thick finger entered her pussy to add to the wonderful sensations his tongue and lips were evoking. He continued to suckle and drive his finger in and out of her until she was trembling, her insides coiling towards release. When the finger disappeared, she expected it to return, perhaps with another but instead found it being pressed against her pucker, causing her to whimper.
“Be my good girl,” Dalton said, lifting his head. “Open your heinie hole for Daddy.”
After giving his instruction, he returned to his feast, as if not even doubting that she’d obey. Coco felt a rush of love for this man. A man who hadn’t chastised her for her hesitancy about using the diaper. A man who had made it not only seem quite natural but made it easier to comply by simply turning on the taps at the sink. A man who was even now licking and teasing her into what she was positive would be an incredible release. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, forcing herself to relax and even push a bit against the finger still waiting at her back entrance. Her submission helped make the penetration easier and she moaned again as the digit invaded her darkest recesses. As it began to twist and slide in and out of her bottom, the spring inside her coiled tighter. When a second finger joined the first, stretching her, scissoring her tender passage, she felt the spring about to snap.
“Oh…oh, Daddy!” she cried, her bottom pushing against his hand, his finger fucking driving her to the point of no return. “May I come? Please, Daddy!”
“Yes, babygirl, come hard for me,” he said and then immediately took her swollen clittie between his teeth and gave it a bite.
“Ahhhh,” Coco screamed, splintering apart, her fingers clutching the sides of the table as he continued to drive her to a second explosion with his mouth and fingers. “Daddy!” she screamed, her entire body tensing and then convulsing, the fingers in her bottom held tightly inside by her contractions, her cream dripping down to coat them as well.
“That’s my girl, my very good girl,” Dalton praised, taking several long laps of her sex, gathering her nectar. She felt practically boneless and only gave one small mewl as he removed his fingers from her heinie hole. “You are absolutely beautiful when you come,” he said, bending to kiss her. She moaned again as she tasted herself but eagerly accepted his tongue and his lips pressed so tightly against her own. She smiled as a drawstring that had only been tightened a few moments earlier was pulled and his swimsuit pushed down as he pulled her body down to the edge of the table.
“Legs up and wide. It’s Daddy’s turn for a treat.”
Coco lifted her legs to her chest, hugging them as he fisted his cock. For the briefest moment, she feared he would press into her heinie but suddenly realized that she was no longer afraid.
“Are you going to put that in my…my heinie, Daddy?” she asked softly. He looked surprised at her question as he ran his cockhead over the lips of her sex, and she felt her face flush and her pussy spasm. “I-I think I’m ready…if you want to.”
Without another word, he stepped back, kicked off his trunks and then lifted her in his arms. “Not on the table,” he said, carrying her to the bed. When she began to move to the center, he said, “No, not yet.” She watched as he opened the drawer of the nightstand and removed a bottle. “Hold out your hand.” Once she had, he squirted some of the lubricant into her palm. “Now, get Daddy’s cock nice and slick. It will make it easier to bury myself deep in your little heinie.”
She could feel her nipples tightening and her pussy spasm at his words. Wrapping her slick hand around his cock, she almost groaned. It felt soft as velvet and yet hard as steel and she knew that in just a few moments, it would be going someplace she’d never imagined. After several long strokes, his cock was glistening and pre-cum had appeared on its tip. She bent forward and lapped it up, causing him to groan deeply.
“Good girl. Scoot to the middle of the bed, on your side.” She obeyed and once there, he laid behind her, an arm wrapped around her waist. “Pull your leg up as high as you can,” he instructed. She again obeyed and gasped when she felt his finger slipping into her pussy. “My girl provides her own lubricant, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said, flushing and yet unable to deny that despite two incredible orgasms, she was dripping wet again.
“Just relax, I’ll go slow,” he promised, moving his now slick finger to her small hole. It was soon deep inside and joined by a second and then a third.
“Oh, Daddy, that’s too much,” she moaned, the pressure more than it had been while she’d been pleasured on the table.
“Shh, I’m just helping you to stretch a bit. My cock is bigger than even three fingers. Just relax, sweetheart.”
She tried and bit her bottom lip as he continued to press in and out of her, each advance and retreat indeed helping her muscles to relax, to relinquish the control to him. When they were pulled free, she felt his cockhead taking their place.
“Deep breath, Coco. It will burn for just a minute but I promise, you’ll soon feel pleasure.”
Unsure if he spoke the truth, she had no choice but to trust him. Inhaling, she felt him push inside and released her breath quickly. “No! It hurts!”
“Relax, Coco. Let Daddy in. Open your heinie hole.”
“Wait! We can do it later!”
“Coco, you’re ready now. I’ve stretched your pucker and, baby, I’m going to fuck your sweet little heinie. Trust me. Now press back and let me in.”
Despite his order, she found it difficult to obey, and yet her hesitancy didn’t deter him. He was her daddy and he was the one in control. “That’s my girl. Push back, Coco.” With his continued encouragement and steady, small strokes, he pushed and retreated only to push again, each time going just a tad bit deeper. The burn he’d promised was definitely there and though she mewed and occasionally tried to pull away, he held her still and with a final firm push, he broke through the strong ring of muscles and slid into her rectum. Coco’s shriek was met with a soft kiss on her shoulder.
“Shhh, I’m in, that’s the worst of it, sweetie.”
He held still, allowing her to adjust to the invasion and after a few moments,
the sharp pain dissipated and she felt fuller than she’d ever been. The plug he’d had her wear, the fingers he’d used were nothing compared to the cock that was waiting to go ever deeper into her virgin bottom. She whimpered and yet felt the spring in her tummy coiling and her pussy pulsing.
“I-I’m ready, Daddy,” she said, pushing back against him and moaning as he sank a bit deeper. It still took several moments and a few more gasps and whimpers but finally, he brushed his lips against her neck.
“I’m in all the way. You are being such a good girl.” His fingers moved to play with her nipple as he began to rock his body back and forth. It was the most incredible sensation she’d ever felt. His being inside her most private place, filling her, claiming her, loving her made a swell of submission wash over her. Soon she was helping in her fucking, her hips rocking with his, pushing back to receive each thrust forward. When his fingers left her nipple to slip between her legs, she cried out in pleasure. With the cock deep in her bottom and his fingers deep in her pussy, she felt as if she’d combust any moment. His rhythm changed as he began to piston in and out of her, his fingers moving to grip her clit, the pinch enough to have her shriek again.
“Oh, please…I’m going to come!” she cried, her fingers twisting the bed covers, her leg lifting even higher as if to offer him better access. “Harder, Daddy! Yes!”
Dalton held her tight, his fingers playing, his cock pounding in and out of her ass until she bucked, her body jerking as she came.
“God,” he said, holding her even tighter, his cock still inside her as she contracted around him. “You are so fucking tight,” he said, “you feel so fucking incredible. That’s my girl, come for me. Milk Daddy’s cock with your little ass.” His fingers flew over her clit, pinching, rubbing, flicking as the pressure built again. This time when she screamed, it echoed in the room and she could feel him explode deep in her bowels, swearing she felt every jet of his hot spunk filling her passage.
“Oh…oh, oh,” she said, barely coherent with the indescribable bliss he’d shown her could be shared with an act she’d always thought both taboo and very naughty.
He carefully pulled from her, the little moan she gave as he popped free, silenced by another kiss when he turned her to gather her into his arms. When he pulled back, she watched his eyes widen.
“Baby? Are you hurt?”
“No, Daddy,” she said, giving him a smile, and swiping a tear from her cheek. “I-I just love you so much.”
“Ah, ladybug, I love you with all my heart and soul.” He kissed her again. It took anther half hour before they even moved from each other’s arms. With a chuckle he said, “Well, we can either shower here or take a bath in the ocean. What do you want to do?”
“Oh, swimming!” she said, shocked she’d forgotten the very activity she loved so much. Then she giggled, well, make that one activity she loved. Making love with her Daddy was and would forever be her favorite pastime.
Chapter Twelve
Dalton made her wait while he at least ran a cloth between her legs and her little buttocks to remove the evidence of their activity. After helping her into her suit and putting his own on again, he grabbed two thick beach towels and they went hand-in-hand outside to join the others. They saw a game of volleyball being held.
“What took you so long?” Trisha asked, running towards them, her pigtails flying.
He watched his Coco blush but didn’t offer an explanation. If his little one wanted to share the intimate details with her best friend, that was one thing but it wasn’t his place to do so. “We’re here now,” he said instead. “Why aren’t you playing volleyball?”
“We’ve been waiting for you, Uncle Dalton. Daddy wants to swim way out and I don’t think I can go that far, but he says there’s a cool sandbar not too far where we can play while you swim with him. Please! He said there are big seashells and everything! Can we go now? Please!”
Dalton laughed and nodded. “Yes, just let me put the towels down on one of the chairs.” He went off to do so and wasn’t surprised to see Trisha crowd closer to Coco and ask if she was all right. He was extremely pleased to hear Coco assure her that she was better than all right. It had surprised him when she’d asked if he intended to fuck her ass but once she’d said she thought she was ready, a herd of wild horses couldn’t have pulled him away from claiming the one part of his beautiful wife that he’d yet to plunder. It had far surpassed even his wildest dreams. She was so tight he’d thought it might not be possible to claim her completely, but with patience and her arousal, he’d been able to sink balls deep into her velvet, hot channel. Hearing her gasps and mews and then her screams of pleasure had been music to his ears. Placing the towels on a chaise beneath an umbrella he could feel his cock was already at half-mast. Damn, he’d just poured himself into his wife and was already ready to do so again.
“Come on, Uncle Dalton!”
“I’m coming,” he said, chuckling thinking that if he stood there picturing how his wife had looked, on her side, her leg drawn up, her nipples hard as little rocks, her ass cheeks split by the cock he was pushing in and out of her bottom, he would most likely be coming in his swim trunks. Shit! He needed to get into the water if for nothing more than to cool off. Turning, he said, “Last one in is a rotten egg!” He laughed as the two women shrieked and ran towards the water where Joe was waiting. The two girls ran past him and delightful giggles were heard as they splashed into the water.
“You seem like a very contented man,” Joe said as Dalton joined him.
“God, who wouldn’t be? We’re on a private island, the sun is shining, the ocean is waiting and we’ve got the most incredible women on earth with us. What more could a man want?”
“Can’t think of a damn thing,” Joe said, slapping him on the back as the two walked into the water.
The men and women swam side by side until they could stand again and walked up onto the sandbar.
“Wow, this is so cool,” Coco said, looking back towards the beach over an expanse of aqua water. “It’s like we’re just wading!”
Dalton had to agree. The water barely hit him at mid-shin and though their size had it deeper for the women, they’d be no wetter if a foot from the beach. It was a large sandbar and the clarity of the water soon had the girls oohing and ahhing as they saw shells resting on the sand.
“Are you going to be all right alone?” Joe asked.
“Yes!” the two chorused, already on their knees looking for the perfect shell.
“Do not move off the sandbar,” Dalton instructed, having walked the perimeter of the sandbar. “The water is shallow on the beach side but drops off over here.”
“We won’t,” Coco said, not even lifting her head. “Oh, look, Trisha. A starfish and it’s moving!”
“They’ll be fine,” Joe said. “Let’s go.”
Dalton gave one look back and then dove into the water after his friend. He regularly made use of the gym back home but much preferred getting his exercise out in nature. His strokes sliced through the water as the two men swam further out to sea. Once past the breakers, the ocean was smooth as glass. The pull of muscles felt good as he continued until Joe finally stopped, treading water while waiting for his friend to catch up. Letting his legs drop, Dalton shook his head to clear the water from his eyes and the two used their arms and legs to stay afloat.
“This was the best damn idea we’ve ever had,” Joe said.
“It was. Finding a place where we can finally just be free and our wives don’t have to wonder if anyone is going to judge them for their choices is well worth the price…as hefty as it was.”
“Well, once word gets out that Little Isle is available for rental, I’m betting we won’t have a lick of trouble paying it off. We’re just going to have to make sure we keep enough openings for ourselves. I plan on bringing Trisha down as often as I can.”
Dalton smiled. “Me too. Coco needs this even more than I do. She works way too hard and gets stressed too quickly.
She’s been more relaxed these last couple of days than she’s been in months. And that’s with her becoming little the moment she steps through the front door.”
“How’d she handle the diaper?” Joe asked. “I know it isn’t something you two have experienced before.”
“No, but we have discussed it a time or two. Actually, I had Mrs. Dryer pack a couple of diapers. I’d planned on putting Coco into one before the week was over. Today’s episode just sped up the process.” He paused and then continued. “To tell you the truth, I wasn’t too sure it was something I’d really like, but I gotta admit, having Coco come to me with that look on her face of such absolute trust, knowing she’d allowed herself to let go and wet her diaper, gave me such a feeling of pride. Changing her was an honor. Having her know that I’d take care of her every need reminds me of how precious the gift of her submission is.”
Joe nodded and smiled. “Yes, you two have come such a long way. I just wish I could say the same for Carlton and Veronica.”
“What is really up with those two? I swear, I’ve wanted to reach out and smack her butt a couple of times but until Carlton gets on board, any punishment is up to him.”
“True, but if it helps, you’re not the only one to feel that way. Jenny missed the movie and got her ass blistered for her attitude last night and then today, well, there is no way I believe Maddie would purposefully sabotage the race.”
“Just like I don’t believe Suzy meant to knock Veronica over yesterday.” The two men were quiet as they bobbed up and down in the water for several minutes. “If you want the truth, I find it hard to believe that Carlton is so blind to Veronica’s antics.”
“Well, I guarantee that rules or not, if she continues the path she is on, she won’t have a single friend among our set and while that is a shame, I won’t force Trisha to interact with her after this week. However, I also won’t let her or any of the other little ones get away with any naughtiness, contrived or not.”
Dalton laughed again. Joe was the leader of their play group and had certain rules that were to be followed by all. One was that discipline was swift for infractions of those rules, one of the basics being politeness from their girls. Most of the spankings that occurred in their playdates were caused by a snarky or sassy attitude, a roll of the eyes, a temper tantrum, a protest of unfairness or lack of proper respect. Though every little bottom on the beach had experienced the swift descent of panties and a hard hand smacking onto bare flesh, each one of the girls knew they were loved and forgiven instantly when the punishment was over…well, everyone except for Veronica.