You bounded in the door this afternoon, giddy and giggling, fresh from your day at school, waving the picture you’d painted of you and me at the beach. “Look Daddy!” you beamed. You were so proud of it and I had to admit it WAS a cute picture. Even though you were so young, you already had a good eye for proportion and color and LOVED art. Sometimes we would spend hours laying on the floor coloring with your large collection of crayons. You ran past me, your picture floating in the air as you let it go and ran down the hall. “Hey, where’s my hug” I shouted. “Sorry Daddy. I have to go pee!” You didn’t even bother to close the door and barely got your shorts and panties down in time as you hopped up on the toilet. I appeared at the door. “Everything ok, little one?” “Yes Daddy! I just had to tinkle soooooo bad!” You had a habit of sitting with your legs spread wide when you went to the bathroom so I stood there and watched you, knowing I should close the door and walk away, but I couldn’t help admiring your sexy beautiful body and how cute you looked with your pink shorts tossed aside and your panties around your ankles, my baby girls beautiful pussy exposed to me. I knew I should teach you to be more private and reserved when it came to things like going to the bathroom and getting dressed. But I didn’t. We’d always been open with each other and you frequently would follow me into the bathroom when I showered or went to the bathroom, mainly because you were usually chatting away telling me a story and didn’t want to stop. You didn’t mind seeing “Daddy’s thing” as you called it. You even touched it once when you were super curious and got mad when I first told you “no”. I knew it was wrong. But you were so happy to do it that I let you and somehow you instinctively knew to stroke it as you leaned in close, curious to get a better look. You licked your lips and I thought “does she even know what she is doing?” Your little fingers couldn’t even wrap themselves all the way around. You would have kept touching it too but I started to get hard and when you innocently asked “Daddy, why is it growing?” I knew I needed to distract you and that was the end of it.
I’d promised you that tomorrow we would go see the new Disney “Beauty and the Beast” movie and you were soooooo happy. And tonight you wanted to watch the animated Disney version for like the 1, 000 time. You pleaded, looking up at me with those young, innocent eyes of yours, promising to be a good girl. Sigh. How could I say no to you? So after your bath you slipped on your little pajama shorts and top that you had really outgrown a year ago but they were your favorites so I didn’t have the heart to toss them. They were pink and blue with clouds all over them and truth be told they were way too small on you. But again, I couldn’t toss them out. I thought you looked cute in them too. I started the movie and sat down next to you on the couch. You snuggled up next to me, your little head not even reaching my shoulder. I wrapped one arm around you and pulled you tight. “Ready for the movie Princess?”. You could barely sit still “Yay! Yes Daddy. I’m your little Princess!” I kissed the top of your head and set my phone next to me, figuring I would check sports scores while we watched the movie. You kept fidgeting. “Princess, why don’t you settle down and watch the movie?” You looked up at me, again with those eyes, and said “Daddy can I sit in your lap? The beast still scares me”. I smiled a big smile and said “of course you can baby girl”. “I’m not a baby any more Daddy,
“Yes, but you’ll always be my baby daughter”. You climbed onto my lap and made yourself comfortable as your way-too-small shorts rode up your little thighs and palm-sized butt cheeks. I almost told you to pull them down but I didn’t. I watched as they pulled tight against your juicy pink plump puffy wet pussy then shook my head and told myself to watch the movie.
You kept fidgeting for some reason. Almost bouncing up and down. I was checking scores and half watching the movie so I didn’t pay much attention. Until you shifted and were obviously rubbing your crotch back and forth on me. That got my attention. I knew I should tell you to stop. Or put you back next to me on the couch. Or a hundred other things I didn’t do. But no, I found myself just watching you. You were half turned away from me, watching the movie, but I could see you biting your lower lip. And you kept rubbing against me. Grinding, actually. I knew what you were doing. Scratching your “tingly itch” as you called it. I’d caught you doing this before on your stuffed animals. The first time I’d made you stop but I knew as soon as I left the room you kept doing it. I was right outside your room listening and I heard your girl mews and peeps. I knew my baby girl was sexually activated and now that you are older you’d only gotten more so. You would sometimes just idly use your fingers to play with your juicy pussy while you watched cartoons. I knew I should make you stop but I also knew it was useless to try. You were just naturally curious and you enjoyed it so much I figured “what the hell”. You would tell me things like “Daddy, my trickle itch was really bad this morning but I made it feel all better. Aren’t you proud of me?” I was. I knew you hadn’t actually had a full on orgasm, but you would have these little mini orgasms. You called them “girlie gushes”. And you had them every day.
While you sat on my lap, watching the movie, my cock began getting hard and I was about to pick you up and move you, knowing this was wrong, when you shifted slightly and placed your crotch directly on my now fully hard cock that was bulging in my pants. You mewed your little girl noises. “Princess, what are you doing?” I asked gently. “You looked at me and sheepishly said “I’m sorry Daddy but my tingly itch feels so much better when I rub it like this. Please don’t make me stop, please”. You ground harder, your round hips moving back and forth. This was wrong. This was so wrong. I should make you stop. “Daddy, your thing grew again. Do you have a tingly itch too?” Oh god, what was I going to do. How was I going to answer that? I opened my mouth to tell you to stop but instead I said “Yes Princess, Daddy has a tingly itch too”. You spun around to fully face me, your round hips now straddling me. You threw your arms around my neck and cried “Oh Daddy, we BOTH have tingly itches! Show me yours puh-lease, pretty puh-lease Daddy, I want to see it again!” I knew I shouldn’t but I also knew I would do anything for you so I unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper and my full hard-on sprang free, pointing straight up and leaning against your belly as you sat on top of me. The tip of my cock reached your sternum! My cock looked huge against your tiny, delicate body. My first thought was “she’s so cute there is no way it will fit”. Your hands reached for it and rubbed it up and down. “Daddy, daddy, daddy it’s bigger than it’s ever been! What does that mean Daddy? Is that ok?” “Yes Princess, it is ok, this is what happens when you are a good girl for Daddy”. Your hands kept moving up and down, your slim fingers unable to fully grasp its girth. “So I’m being a good girl now Daddy?” “Yes little Mia, you are being especially good.” Your little pj bottoms had moved to one side and your baby slit was exposed. You moved forward a bit, pressing my hardness down onto my stomach and began sliding yourself back and forth on my cock. “oooohhhhhhh Daddy, this is the bestest way ever to scratch my tingly itch!!!” Your girlie juices were coating my cock as it throbbed under you. You were gasping and mewing and moaning. I couldn’t believe it. My daughter was a little sex kitten satisfying herself and was not ashamed in the least, “I’m leaking Daddy! What does that mean?” “It means you love Daddy Princess.” “Silly Daddy, I KNOW I love you and now I know how to scratch both our tingly itches!!!” I knew I should stop you but you were so happy and your little cunny was leaking all over my raging cock. “Oh Daddy, I’m going to have a girlie gush and it feels like a big one!!! Will you gush too Daddy? Will you?” “Yes sweetie, keep being a good girl like this and we will gush together.” Your grinding became more intense as you lost yourself in pure, simple, innocent pleasure. No judgment. Just childish pleasure. “Yes Daddy, let’s gush together!” You ground harder. “Oh Daddy, I can feel it. .. I can feel my gush coming!” I held your hips and helped you slide back and forth, from the base of my cock to the head. The tip came dangerously close to your entrance almost every time and you seemed to instinctively press your hole against it. “That’s it Princess, you are being extra good and Daddy will gush with you!” Your mouth was open, your eyes closed, your little self so intent on the innocent pleasure of scratching your tingly itch. Your pink nipples were looked beautiful on your beautiful chest but they were hard as rocks. I gently rubbed them with my fingers. “Oh Daddy, what is happening??? I feel all gooey and gushy inside and. ..” Your voice trailed off as you ground your juicy pussy as hard as your little self could and made little noises and I knew you were very close. “I want you to gush now little Mia, gush with Daddy!” “Oh Daddy, Daddy, I’m gushing. .. I love you Daddy, here it comes, the biggest gush EVERRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!” And so it happened. Your first all-consuming orgasm. You were gasping and panting and grinding and bouncing and crying and moaning. .. and cumming. Oh god were you cumming, your girlie juices literally pouring out of your baby cunny, coating my Daddy cock as it began pulsing and shooting thick strands of cum just as your opening was over the head. You felt my cum and opened your eyes wide and looked down “Oh Daddy! Are you gushing toooooo???? Did I do good Daddy? Huh? Did I? Was I a good girl for you Daddyyyyyy????” You were riding wave after wave of your first big girl orgasm as I shot a huge load that covered my stomach and your slit. And you were so beautiful sexy juicy pink puffy wet lips.
