Dadda and Pea

Dadda wakes up early one morning, Pea is still sleeping on the bed. Dadda goes to the bathroom and does his morning routine as quietly as possible to not wake up Pea.

After my morning routine, I sit on the bed next to Pea, and I rest my hand on her, patting her gently. Pea slowly stirs in the morning sunlight, and stretches her arms above her head. Dadda just sits there watching her body move, before heading to the kitchen to make a bottle of milk for Pea.

I come back to the bedroom and set the bottle on the bedside table. Pea is still stretching and moving around in bed, her eyes not yet open. I sit on the bed, grab the bottle, and rest the bottle nipple on her lips. Her hands reach up and grab the bottle from Dadda’s hands. She starts to suck on the bottle drinking the warm milk. Dadda pats Pea as she drinks with her eyes closed.

As she gets close to finishing the bottle, her eyes open up widely and she see’s Dadda sitting next to her. she is confused whether to finish the bottle or hug Dadda. Dadda pulls the blankets back, and helps Pea sit up on the bed. She continues sucking on the bottle as Dadda picks her up, and put her on his lap. As soon as she finishes the bottle she throws it to one side and reaches towards Dadda with both arms asking for a hug.

Dadda picks Pea up, put her head on his shoulder for burping, and starts to pat her on the back. After a large burp, Dadda then sits with his legs cross, and places Pea in his lap facing the TV. She points to the TV, but Dadda suggests she go potty first.

Dadda carries Pea to the bathroom, stands her on the floor and kneels down. He then unbuttons her onesie, takes her diaper off, and lifts her onto the toilet. She goes tinkle on the potty, then says to Dadda, “I’m finished wee wee now Dadda!”

I grab some toilet paper and wipe away the wee wee and help Pea off the potty. I put the diaper back on, and button up the onesie again.

I pick you up again and we go back to the bedroom. I put you on the bed, and turn on the TV for you. I grab some clothes from your bag for you to wear today. I grab a pink shirt with hearts, a short denim skirt, some socks and shoes for you. I bring them back to the bed, and lay them out ready to get you dressed.

I undo the onesie buttons, and take off your onesie. You’re laying there with just a diaper on. You starting saying, “FooFoo, my FooFoo.” I’m not sure what you are suggesting, but you grab my hand and pull it towards your diaper saying, “FooFoo … FooFoo … FooFoo!”

I grab the shirt, and start to put it on you, but you wriggle and stop me putting it on over your head. You push my hand to your diaper and start to try and pull it off you.

I think you are hinting that you want Dadda to touch and play with your FooFoo.

Dadda takes the hint, and removes your diaper once more so you are naked on the bed.

You keep saying “FooFoo” over and over until I reach down and spread your legs for you. You reach down and touch your FooFoo, pointing to it saying, “Dadda, my FooFoo.”

I kneel on the floor and pull you closer to the edge of the bed. I spread your legs and inspect your FooFoo. I reach and press my thumb against your FooFoo. Your body shudders a little bit, and I sense you are happy I am touching your FooFoo.

I gently rub my thumb along your FooFoo, and you start making little moaning noises. I press my thumb against your FooFoo hole, and it opens up enough to put the tip of my thumb inside you.

I sense some pressure, and I pull my thumb back out. I say to you, “Its is okay Hunny, you wanted Dadda to touch your FooFoo, Dadda will be really gently and make it feel really good for you.”

I press my thumb against your FooFoo hole again and it goes in a little more. You squeeze my thumb and I hear you wince in some pain. I stop and let your body relax while my thumb stays inside you. I tell you again, “This may hurt until I’m fully insdie you. Would you like me to go quickly or slowly?”

“Quicky Dadda, make it not hurt me!”

“Okies Pea, this might hurt for a few seconds, I will do it in 1 … 2 … ” then push my thumb inside you.

You cry for a few seconds, but I keep my thumb still until you stop crying. I reassure you, “I’m all the way in no hunny. There should be no more sore.” I leave my thumb still inside you, letting your FooFoo get used to the feeling of being stretched.

I feel your body relax around my thumb, and then I use my fingers to rub your button. You start making quiet moaning sounds as the rubbing makes you feel good and somewhat relaxed. I keep rubbing your button making your FooFoo get all wet inside and listening to your moans get louder and louder.

I can feel your wetness getting more and more. I lean down and lick your button. I hear you ask, “Why are you doing that Dadda, isn’t that yucky?”

“No Pea, Dadda likes to lick buttons and taste your FooFoo. It also helps your body relax when my fingers and worm go inside you.”

“Okies Dadda, you can lick me now.”

Dadda leans forward, and continues licking your button. Your moans get louder as I lick your FooFoo button faster and faster with my thumb inside you.

I can feel your legs starting to tremble and your FooFoo starts to squeeze my thumb inside you, and then I hear one last moan from your lips. I stop licking as I feel like Pea just had her first orgasm of the trip.

I lift my head, and say, “How’s your FooFoo now hunny? It feels like you had a good time.”

“Yes Dadda. I’m glad you helped me get past the sore in my FooFoo. I want your worm in me Dadda.”

“Soon hunny, very soon, but Dadda needs to get some food first!”