Little Girl, Keeping Daddy’s Secret from Mommy (Innocence and Incest) – Pt. 1

It began as an accidental touch. Her curiosity blossomed into desire. His fatherly concern became tender loving incest.

“Daddy, can I ride that?” Missy’s blue eyes sparked with excitement as she looked at the carnival ride.
Ken glanced at his tiny 14 year old daughter’s body. “Maybe,” he replied, uncertain if she was tall enough.

Missy walked quickly toward the height requirement sign. Straightening her neck as far as possible, the top of her head touched the sign’s required minimum.
“OK, little one,” the attendant exclaimed, “you and your daddy can ride.”

Missy grabbed her father’s hand, pulling him eagerly toward the spinning ride’s seat. “This one, daddy,” she giggled. “This is a fast one!”

As the seat swung through the air, pressing Missy’s tiny body next to his, Ken could hear his daughter’s excited laughter. Dropping his left hand on her bare knee, he asked, “You like this ride, honey?”
Eagerly nodding, Missy’s head bumped against his shoulder. “It’s fuuuuun,” she giggled.
Ken lovingly squeeze her knee.

The seat slammed to the left, sliding Missy’s hips to the far side, her legs parted slightly.
Ken’s hand, driven by centrifugal force, instantly moved up her thigh into her warm crotch. His little finger pressed against his daughter’s soft cotton shorts.

Reacting to the unexpected touch of her daddy’s hand, Missy grabbed his forearm, holding his hand between her legs.
As the ride slowed, Ken cautiously pulled his hand from between her legs. He’d never touched his little girl in an inappropriate way. He’d never even contemplated it.

After enjoying a couple more rides, he told Missy it was time to go home. They held hands as they walked to the car.
Once inside, Ken knew he should apologize for his inexcusable touch. However, he wasn’t sure what to say.

“Missy,” he began, “on the Merry Mixer ride… Daddy’s hand… touched you.”
“I know daddy,” Missy nodded. “I… felt it… down there.”
“Sweetie,” he continued, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that… it was the momentum of the ride.”

Missy’s innocent eyes twinkled in the moonlight. With a soft little-girl voice she replied, “It… tingled. Your finger… wiggled and it made me tingly… down there.”
Dropping his gaze over her flat chest and tummy, he looked at her thin bare thighs, exposed by her pink shorts. “Then, you’re not mad at Daddy?” he asked.

With a familiar giggle, Missy’s head shook. Turning sideways on the car seat, her left knee bent toward Ken’s hip, her right foot still on the floorboard. Her shorts gapped open, exposing her white panties. “Will it always… tingle like that?” she quietly asked, “when someone… touches me… down there?”

Ken had never anticipated being in this situation. However, as he stared at her tiny body, her smooth legs spread apart he was aware his 6” cock was growing hard. Torn between his fatherly protective instinct and the desires of the firm shaft under his jeans, he hesitantly replied, “If you’re being… touched, by someone who loves you Missy, then, yes… it’ll always tingle.”

Missy leaned against the car door, the open legs of her shorts exposing the tops of her petite ass cheeks. “Daddy, you love me, don’t you?”
“Missy,” he exclaimed, “I love you more than you can imagine.”
“Then that’s why it tingled… when you touched me.”

Missy’s left hand carefully reached toward his right hand, which rested on his leg. “Daddy, if you… touch me again, like before, then it’ll tingle… again?”
“Yes, baby,” he replied, before thinking. His cock was fully and painfully erect.

Missy slid her hips across the seat toward his leg. Wrapping her fingers around Ken’s little finger, she pulled his hand to her left thigh. As his palm rested on her leg, his resolve melted away. Her soft smooth skin, her naïve blue eyes, filled with the trust of a daughter’s love, told him what he needed to do for his sweet daughter.

“Sweetie,” he explained, as his fingertips slid slowly up her thigh, “Mommy mustn’t ever know about this.”
“I promise, daaaaddy,” Missy moaned as his fingertips eased under the side of her cotton panties. “Ohhhhhh, daaaaaaaaaddy.”

Ken’s fingertips lifted the cotton fabric sliding across her narrow hairless mound. He looked at her slowly closing eyes. A cute smile crossed her face as her blonde hair shook across her Little Mermaid t-shirt.

Turning his hand, his middle fingertip touched Missy’s tiny virgin clit. Gently pressing against the soft nub, he moved it in a small circular motion.
“Daaaaaaaddy,” Missy moaned, her left knee raising against the seat back as her legs parted. “Thaaaaat’s… ohhhhhhhhh.”

Ken’s cock screamed for release. However, he knew his little girl hadn’t asked to see it. In fact, he wondered if she even knew that much about sex.
Lowering his index finger over Missy’s thin pussy lips, he wiggled the tip between the folds. A moist slickness greeted his incestuous touch. Slipping the two fingers together, he gently molesting Missy’s clit and virgin opening.

“Daddy… that’s… sooooo nice,” Missy groaned, her small hands caressing his wiggling wrist.
Ken’s finger smeared her warm fluid across the smooth folds and over her tiny clit.
Missy’s breathing became more rapid. Her hips bounced on the seat, lifting her petite space against his molesting fingertips.

“Daaa…” Missy moaned, her hands squeezing his arm. “Ohhhhh!” Her head and shoulders pressed against the car door as her hips raised above the seat. Her slender legs opened wide then slammed closed around Ken’s hand.
“Whaaaaaaat’s haaaaaaappening?” she groaned, as wonderfully unknown spasms overwhelmed her young body.

Ken’s fingers, caught between her slender thighs, pressed gently against his little girl’s quivering clit. He knew what was happening. It was his beautiful daughter’s first orgasm… and it’d been given to her by… her daddy.

Slowing his fondling fingers, Ken allowed her innocent body to enjoy the moment. He knew it was one she’d never forget. Neither would he!
Two minutes later, with his fingers still resting motionless on her tiny cunt, he asked, “Sweetie, are you OK?”

“Ummmm,” Missy moaned, her hands still holding his forearm, “It was… Ohhhh.” Pausing for a moment, she asked, “Daddy, that feeling, you made that happen?”
Ken nodded. “Yes, Sweetie.” He knew what he was about to suggest was so very wrong.

“Missy, you made daddy so happy,” he explained with fatherly manipulation. “But if you don’t want to ever do that again, we won’t.”
Gently wiggling his index and middle fingertips across her tiny pussy lips and clit, sliding his little finger over her bald mound, he continued. “It’s a secret thing, some daddies and their special little girls do. But, I won’t ever do it again… or anything else, unless… YOU asked me to.”

Missy nodded. Then with curiosity, as if she’d just realized what he’d said, asked, “There’s more… other things?” Her blue eyes twinkled with satisfaction and excitement.

Ken slipped his hand from under his daughter’s panties. The tips of his fingers glistened in the moonlight. The clear liquid which coated them was his little girl’s pussy juice. Looking at Missy’s small body, he slipped the fingertips into his mouth.
“Ummmm,” he lovingly moaned. “My baby girl’s sweet honey.”

“You’re silly daddy,” she innocently giggled, rested her head against his should as he started the car.
His right hand lay between her bare legs. His finger lightly touching the crotch of her pink shorts.

Two hours later, Sonya, Missy’s mother had heard about the Carnival rides. However, she’d heard nothing about her daughter’s molestation in the car… by her daddy.
Missy had kept the secret.

“It’s getting late, Missy,” Sonya announced. “Time for bed. I’ll tuck you in.”
With a naïve tone, the young girl asked, “Can daddy tuck me in, tonight?” It’d been over a year since she’d asked to have him do this nightly ritual.

“Sure, Missy,” Sonya agreed, somewhat surprised. Glancing toward Ken, Sonya said, “I’m going to bed, too.”
Ken nodded, watching his wife walk away. Taking Missy’s hand he whispered, “I’m glad you asked for me to put you to bed.”

With a bashful grin, Missy asked, “you said… there’s other things? Can you… show me?”
Ken’s cock had been aching to cum for nearly three hours. He knew it was a risk, with his wife so close, but he also knew… he wanted to cum for his baby girl.

“Sweetie,” he quietly replied. “It’ll be… quick.”
“But it’s still a secret thing… like what daddies do to… special daughters?”
“Yes, Missy,” Ken replied, “it’s a secret… mommy mustn’t ever know… thing.” He looked at his daughter’s angelic face, her sweet enthusiastic smile. She was so small, so young and so very willing.

“Missy, take off your cloths, but don’t put on your pajamas,” he explained. “I’m going to check on mommy.”
“You want me to be… naked?” she asked. Missy hadn’t ever been naked in front of her daddy.

“That’s right, honey,” he replied. “Unless you don’t want to do the… other things.”
“Please daddy,” she blurted out, “I want to.”

Ken nodded, pointing to her bedroom. “Go get ready, Sweetie.” He watched Missy’s tiny ass cheeks, covered by her pink shorts, scurry down the hallway. He’d never looked at her like this. However, as he stared at her petite wiggling ass, he knew he wanted her… all of her.

Standing at his bedroom door, he heard Sonya’s soft snoring. Still, he’d have to be quiet with Missy.

Entering his little girl’s bedroom, he saw her covered by her Like Nastya bedspread. Only her head and shoulder were exposed. “Sweetie, we can’t do much tonight. But tomorrow… if you want… we can do more.”
Missy nodded.

Gently lifting the cover, Ken saw his daughter’s flat chest and tiny nipples for the first time. Easing the bedspread lower, Missy’s tummy then hairless mound came into view. He’d never seen anything so beautiful… so desirable.
Lovingly grasping her small hand, he pulled her legs over the side of her bed. Sitting before him, her feet dangling above the floor, he asked, “Sweetie, do you remember what I did with my fingers tonight in the car?”

“Um Hum,” Missy moaned, her blonde hair parted over her slender shoulders. “You touched me… it was nice.”
“Honey, I want you to touch yourself… do that for daddy.” He watched as her small hand innocently slid between her thighs, her fingertips touching herself. “Yes, baby. Make yourself feel nice.”

“OoooooKaaaaaay,” Missy moaned as her fingertips touched her tiny clit. Her small hand slid lower, her legs spread wider.
Ken saw his daughter’s eyes roll upward, having discovered she could make herself feel good too.

As Missy’s eyelids drooped, Ken eased his hard cock from his jeans. Sliding his right hand over the tip, he smeared the oozing precum along the shaft. Observing his daughter’s tiny quivering body as she fondled her young pussy, he pumped his throbbing pole.

Gently caressing the back of her head with his left hand, his fingers curled through her silky blonde hair. He could hear Missy’s soft innocent moans, the same as he’d heard in the car earlier that night. Ken knew his little girl’s fingers were doing wonderful things to her virgin pussy.

“Missy,” he said lovingly, lightly touching the head of his precum oozing cock to her lips, “open your mouth, Precious. Daddy wants to….”
The tiny girl’s lips parted as her blue eyes opened. The hard probe slipped across her tongue as she saw his pubic hair before her unsuspecting eyes.

“Ummmmmm,” Ken groaned. His cock had entered her mouth only a moment before it happened. His cum flooded her cheeks and covered her soft tongue. “Swaaaaalllow baby,” he moaned quietly. “Pleeeeease Missy… for daaaaaddddy.”

Missy’s lips tightened around the strange stiff flesh in her mouth. Liquid shot into her throat. “Ummmm,” she groaned, her hand frantically and erratically wiggling between her wide spread legs.

Thick cum slid down her throat as strange hot liquid oozed from her petite opening onto her fingertips.
Ken caress her face, the way any loving father would, as he pumped his cum into her adorable mouth. “Yessss, Missy,” he groaned, “Swallow daddy’s cum. Be a good girl.”

Obediently drinking her daddy’s gushing streams, some was spilling from the corners of her mouth. Warm trickling lines drizzled down her chin as the unknown liquid dropped onto her chest and tummy.

Holding Missy’s lips on his shaft, he enjoyed her tiny tongue’s immature wiggling as his cock soften. He watched her right hand, her fingertips tenderly move against her bald mound and clit.

Pulling the head of his flaccid cock from her lips he asked with fatherly compassion, “Missy, was that OK, honey?”
With a look he’d seen countless times, she nodded. “Daddy, is there… more things?”

Ken smiled. “Maybe we can do… more things… tomorrow when mommy isn’t home.”
Missy eagerly nodded. Then with a bashful tone she asked, “Is it OK… if I do more… with my hand, tonight?”

Ken helped Missy back onto her back in her bed. Lovingly pressing his hand over hers, which was still between her legs, he pressed her middle finger between her slick pussy lips. “Yes Sweetie. Make yourself feel good. Tomorrow, daddy will… do other things to you.”
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