Little Girl and Daddy’s Tender Touch (Becky’s Curiosity) – Pt. 1

His innocent baby girl had always been inquisitive. Today, Becky had an unexpected question. It led to an unimaginable explanation.

“Daddy, what’s a virgin?” The small 14 year old girl’s eyes sparkled as she looked lovingly at him. “I heard women say Chelsey wouldn’t have a fun honeymoon because she’s a virgin.”

Craig stared at his little girl’s slim body, her flat chest, long blonde hair and cute face. She’d always been inquisitive, coming to him often with questions. This question, however, wasn’t one he’d ever expected.
“It means…” he stammered, stalling for time to think of how to define the term. “She’s been a good girl all her life.”

“So, I’m a virgin?” Becky asked proudly. “I’m a good girl.”
“Ah… yes, sweetie, you’re a very good girl,” he replied, hoping the conversation was over.

Tilting her head sideways, the way young girls do when they’re contemplating a serious thought, Becky asked, “So, why wouldn’t Chelsey have fun?”
Craig could see his baby girl wasn’t going to be happy with a simply answer!

“Being a virgin,” he began, “means a girl who hasn’t ever had sex with a man. Sex is what men and women do on their honeymoon. It hurts the first time.”

Sitting on the couch next to him, Becky innocently asked, “Then why do they do it, daddy? If it hurts, I don’t ever want to get married.”
Craig chuckled, his right arm wrapping around her shoulders. “It only hurts the first time, Sweetie. After that it’s… enjoyable. That’s why people have sex.”

Leaning toward his baby girl’s body, he kissed the top of her head. “Does that answer your question, honey?”
Becky nodded but Craig could still see she was thinking about what she’d just learned. For the next five minutes the young girl sat in silence next to her daddy, her head resting against his side.

“Then wouldn’t it be better to not be a virgin?” she abruptly asked. “That way it won’t hurt when a girl gets married.”
Craig’s body tensed. He’d hoped the conversation was over. “Yes, honey,” he reluctantly replied, “but it’s not that simple.”

“Why not?” she quickly asked.
“Becky, you learned about boy’s and girl’s bodies in school. You know they have different… parts,” he began, making his answer more clinical.

“Yep,” she giggled, “and they fit together somehow. Is that part of being a virgin?”
“Sort of,” he replied. “It’s more the way a girl stops being a virgin.”

With naive excitement, she wiggled next to him on the couch. Her tiny body squirming against his as she observed, “then you can make me not a virgin. Right?”
Craig’s mind spun in a haze as he tried to comprehend his adorable daughter’s unexpected question. Though he knew some fathers had sex with their little girls, doing such things to Becky had never entered his thoughts.

“Sweetie,” he said, trying to maintain his composure, “that’s not something… a daddy does to his daughter.”
“But you said when a man does it to a girl, it hurts,” she continued with sweet innocent logic, “You love me. I know you won’t hurt me.”

Craig’s fingers gently slid across the warm smooth skin of her slender arm. He’d held her close to him countless times, but today, her tiny body felt… different. A surge of excitement shot through his body as he sat next to his little girl. Inside his jeans, his soft cock began to grow.

“Becky, I do love you. I would never intentionally hurt you,” he acknowledged. “But I don’t think you understand what you’re asking me to do.”
“I do, daddy,” she said with confidence. “I want you to make me not a virgin, so I can get married someday.”

Craig’s semi-hard shaft pressed against his jeans, hearing her outlandish suggestion. Certain he could stop this conversation, he explained, “Precious, if daddy did that, I’d have to show you my…” he paused, the fingers of his left hand tapping the large bulge under his zipper.

“OK, daddy,” she replied, her eyes twinkling with innocent submission. “If that’s how to make me not a virgin.”
It seemed nothing Craig could say or do, would deter his baby girl’s quest. ‘When she sees my cock,’ he thought, ‘she’ll change her mind.’

The large bulge pressed against his boxers as he pushed his pants to his ankles. “Are you sure, Sweetie?” he asked, before lowering his underwear.

“Um Hum,” Becky nodded. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

Craig pushed the elastic band over his 6” shaft.
Becky’s green eyes widened as she stared at the thick throbbing cock. “Daddy,” she gasped, “that’s what… goes inside me?”

“That’s what I put in mommy, when we were married,” he replied, certain his daughter had changed her mind.
“When I get married… a man will put his… in me?” she asked, her tone soft and curious.

“Yes, Sweetie,” Craig replied. “That’s what men and women do.”
“And little girls… and their daddy… too?” she shyly asked. Extending her left hand, she asked, “Can I… touch it, daddy?” Her small fingers slid over his large ball sack, up the underside, stopping at the precum oozing tip.

“It’s spilling slick stuff,” she observed with innocent astonishment.
“Ohhhhhhh, Beeeecky,” Craig groaned, as her fingers explored his shaft. “That’s… called preeecuum,” he stammered. “It’s what….”
His fatherly explanation ceased as his hard cock throbbed against her fingertips.

Until this moment, he’d never thought of Becky in any type of a sexual way. However, as he watched her tiny hand explore his cock, her fingers wrap around and gently squeeze the warm pole, he couldn’t think of her in any other way.

“That stuff…” he began to explain again, “it’s what some daddies give….” He knew what he was about to say was wrong and perverse. He was about to suggest… incest. But there was no turning back. His daughter’s small hand held his cock. His precum was flowing from the tip.

“Becky, that stuff is what loving daddies give to their beautiful little girls. Sweetie,” he moaned, “There’s no little girl as beautiful as you.” Sliding his right hand up her arm to the back of her head, his fingers gently grasped her pigtail. “Becky, my Princess, would you taste it… for daddy?”

Tilting her head up, so she could see his face, she asked, “Is that part of not being a virgin?”
“Yes, Sweetie. It’s the first part,” he lied, looking at her cute face and precious lips.

Gently moving her head toward his shaft, he said the way any loving daddy would, “Baby, open your mouth. Slid your lips over daddy’s cock.”
A moment later his body was filled with unimaginable ecstasy. Tiny warm lips wrapped around the top of his fatherly flesh. His young daughter’s soft tongue wiggled over the tip, licking his precum as if it were ice cream.

“Beeeecky,” Craig moaned, his left hand on the top of her head, his right gently pulling her pigtail, easing her mouth lower over his probe.
His baby girl wasn’t resisting his perverse molestation of her mouth. Following his hands instructions, her head bobbed above his hips as his shaft slid ever closer to her virgin throat.

“Sweeetie,” he groaned, “if you gag… it’s OK. Daddy is here. Don’t be afraid.” His left hand moved to the back of her head as his right slid down her back, his palm resting across her tiny ass cheeks. “Are you ready, honey?”

Becky nodded, her body squirmed slightly. Her small butt pressed against his hand.

“Relax your throat, honey. Daddy will help you.” Pressing on the back of his baby girl’s head, Craig’s cock pushed into her throat. “Ummmmmmm,” he groaned, as the shaft slid into her tight opening.

Becky’s body jerked violently on the couch. Her hips wiggled rapidly as her daddy squeezed her tender ass cheek.
It took less than 30 seconds.

“Yesssssss, baby,” he moaned, pushing 2” deeper into her throat. “Soooooo good.”
Her sweet captive body writhed in his molesting grasp.
“Ohhhh, Sweeeeetie. Daddy’s going to…” he groaned, sliding her mouth up his shaft. With the fat head between her precious warm lips, his cock erupted. Thick cum filled the little girl’s mouth, spraying from the corners.

“Swallow it honey. Drink daddy’s…” he moaned, his right hand fondling her soft ass cheeks. He’d intended to slip his hand under her shorts and panties, but her loving mouth had caused him to cum too quickly. His baby girl was simply too wonderful.

Keeping his limp cock between her tiny lips, he pulled her left cheek against his stomach. Her sweet cum splattered face had never looked so pretty.
Becky’s tongue innocently licked the top of his flaccid shaft, sending his final drops of cum to her tummy.

Five minutes passed before Craig let his baby girl’s lips slip form his flaccid incestuous meat.
“Daddy,” she innocently asked, “does this mean I’m not a virgin anymore?”

Knowing he’d molested his baby, Craig stopped resisting. “It’s the first step, Sweetie. And you did so good.” Looking at the pride in her trusting eyes, he said, “Now you have to take off all your clothes.”
“Naked?” she gasped. “Daddy, I’ve never… you’ve never seen me….”

“It’s the only way to help you, Sweetie,” he replied.
Becky stood in front of him, pulling off her blouse. She never wore a bra, there was no need. Dropping her shorts, her slender body shook nervously.

“Panties too, honey,” he said with fatherly lust in his voice.
Becky pushed her white cotton panties to the floor. Her petite hairless pussy was the most beautiful cunt Craig had ever seen.

“Come here, baby. Sit on daddy’s lap.” Extending his arms, he pulled her flat chest to his. Her knees slid up his legs, resting next to his hips. Her smooth warm pussy lips sat over the base of his limp cock, just above his balls.

Wrapping his arms around her slender hips, his hands cupped her tiny ass cheeks. “Becky, you’re beautiful. I wish I could marry you,” he said tenderly. “You’re going to be a lovely bride someday.”
Giggling, the little girl observed, “Daddy, you’re helping me not be a virgin, so I’m sort of like your wife.”

Kissing her forehead, he said, “Maybe we can pretend we’re married… sometimes.” Holding her petite body on his lap, Craig’s cock began to grow.
“Daddy,” the young girl exclaimed, “I feel it moving… down there.”

Craig smiled at her innocence. “Look down, honey. Watch daddy’s cock get big against your soft pussy.”
Becky’s head bent forward, her eyes focused on the moving shaft. “It’s getting hard against me,” she said quietly.

“Raise your hips up, Sweetie. Let Daddy reposition it.”
Becky’s legs straightened, her tiny cunt hung above her daddy’s deviant pole. The sweet girl had no idea what was about to happen.

Craig slid the head of his cock between her virgin pussy lips, his hands held her narrow hips. “Baby, daddy loves you very much,” he whispered, looking into her twinkling eyes. “Daddy is doing this to you, so that no other man will hurt you.”

Becky’s head tilted slightly, not understanding his peculiar statement.
Craig’s grip tightened, pulling her hips down as his thick probe slid up, forcing its way through the thin membrane and between her warm cunt walls.

“Daaaaaaaaaaaddy,” Becky screamed. “Noooooooooo. Daddy, it… huuuuuurts.”
Craig’s hands slid up his little girl’s body, pulling her adorable flat chest against his stomach. Her head rested on his chest as his hips rocked upward. Holding his daughter’s petite body secure in his loving protective arms, he forced his shaft deeper.

Becky’s screams rang in his ears as his cock drove deeper into her wonderfully tight warm hole. Her small hand gently slapped against his shoulders.

“It’s OK, Sweetie,” Craig moaned. “Daddy is here. I’ll help you.” Sliding his right hand from her back down to her ass cheeks again, he pressed her hips forward. As his cock pushed up into her adorable young body, his hand forced her hips forward, allowing his cock to drive deeper.

He lasted only a few minutes.
The combination of her squirming body against his, her precious innocent screams and her unimaginably snug pussy walls slipping helplessly over his shaft, was more than Craig could handle.

“Beeecky,” he moaned, easing his cock into her one more time. “Daddy is cuuuuuming.” Thick goo gushed into her tiny hole, as she sat on his lap. His cock pumped, filling her warm pussy with his loving fatherly fluid.

Holding her small body against his, he caressed her as his pole pulsed, warm cum flowing into her virgin cunt. Reclining against the couch, Craig silently held his little girl’s soft back and head in his hands.

Nearly five minutes passed before Becky spoke. “Daddy, am I not a virgin now?” she quietly asked.
Craig’s arms slid around his baby girl’s slender back. Her petite body quivered in his loving caress. He knew the answer to her question. But he also knew, if he lied, he could do more to her.

“Sweetie,” he answered with tenderness, “you’re….”
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