Want Mommy And Daddy To Take My Virginity Sooo So Sweetly..dad Sliding In Imperceptibly Slow While Mom

I wanna groom this little girl so badly😔

Playing Horsey

"Dada!!! I'm so glad you're home!!" Daddy walks through the front door and sets his work stuff down. "Hi baby girl, I missed you today." I jump into his arms so excited to play with Daddy now that he's home. "Dada," I say as I bounce excitedly in his arms, "can we play horsey before Mommy comes home?" I squeeze him tight and kiss all over his face. "Please Daddy please!!!!" I'm continuously bouncing up and down unknowingly grinding on Daddy's jean-clad cock. Daddy holds me still and says, "Did you do all your chores little one?" I nod, "Yes Dada, all my chores are done just like you told me to." He smiles and rubs my wiggling butt. "That's my good girl. Do you know what good girls get, princess? They get rewards." I squeal in excitement, "Thank you, Daddy, I'm so excited!" He puts me down and I anxiously wait for him to sit down so we can start playing.

"Come here princess, come sit on Daddy's lap." I climb onto Daddy's lap and wrap my little arms around Daddy's big shoulders. "Before we start playing I need to check your panties, baby. Lean back into my arms and spread your pretty little legs for me, sweetie." I obey and flip my skirt up so Daddy can see my white cotton panties with a little wet spot in them. "Oh look at you, already wet for Daddy. You're such a good daughter. Alright baby, go ahead and start playing, make your kid parts feel good on Daddy's lap." I start bouncing and grinding on Daddy's lap making my princess parts feel all tingly. I don't know why this happens, but Daddy says that it's supposed to happen when Daddy plays with me. He says it's natural. He cups my boobies through my shirt cooing at me. "You're doing so well princess, don't stop. I'm just gonna take your little shirt off so I can see your pretty little baby tits."

My face goes red as he lifts my shirt. "B-but Daddy, you've never done that before. Is this normal? I don't think that Daddys are supposed to see their daughters without a shirt." He laughs and gropes my little bouncing boobies. "Awwww does this make you embarrassed, sweet girl? It's okay baby, all Daddys should see their little girl's boobies. It's Daddy's right to see all of his baby girl." I look at him skeptical, but Daddy has never done anything bad to me before. "Alright Daddy," I say still half embarrassed at my semi-nude state, "as long as it's what is normal." I continue bouncing on his lap, feeling my panties grow wetter with every bounce. My boobies are being massaged by Daddy. He is pinching my nipples making me squirm as I feel every sting.

I start to feel a warmth grow in my stomach. My legs start to shake and little whimpers spill out of my mouth. "Keep going kiddo, I know you're close. Don't stop playing, let Daddy make you feel good." My whimpers get louder as my panties fill with wetness. "Dada Dada Dada," I yell as I make a wet spot on Daddy's pants, "you make me feel so good Dada, I love playing horsey with you." He pinches my nipples one last time. "You're such a good daughter, baby. Would you like to make Daddy really happy?" I squeeze him tight so excited to be a good girl for Daddy. "Yes Dada, I want to make you so happy." He smiles, "Alright princess, lay down on the couch. That's it! That's my good girl. Now take off those pretty cum filled panties so Daddy can inspect your pretty little baby parts." I hesitate for a second. "Is that normal Daddy? Do other Daddys inspect their daughter's private parts?" "Yes kiddo it's very normal, but it's something private, so don't tell your little friends, okay princess. Now if you want to be extra good, you'll let Daddy put his big adult part inside you." I want to be the best girl for Daddy.

it’s never too late to do better

what I say: “it is what it is”

what I mean: “I have cried about this for hours and have probably self harmed and contemplated suicide over this.

“Hey it’s ok… its ok. Let’s just sit down.”

Dad settled you back in his lap, gentle, heavy hands running down your thighs, his palms big enough to cover each of them. He sighed quietly, tilting up a little, and you whined as you felt him press even deeper into your cunt.

You’ve been having lap time like this for awhile. Usually he just rubbed you, one thick finger dragging down the front of your shorts, over your little cock and squishing between your folds through the cloth. He’d get you all wet while he rocked up against you, and then he’d hug you close when he slipped a finger inside and his jeans chafed as he humped harder.

But tonight was different.

It started the same, he offered to watch your favorite show with you, and you crawled up on the couch with him in excitement, but then, after the theme song, he said you were going further tonight. He pulled out his cock—his big adult cock that you had only seen close up when you went pee together—and had you rub against that instead. Without your shorts. And with your underwear pulled to the side, too.

He just had you slide along it for a bit, the TV playing in the background, his slow breathing warm in your ear, and you made the little sounds you always did and your toes curled as your little cock ran along the hard, thick, outside of his. You could see the plump veins twitching beneath his skin, and watched as he reached around to stroke his tip a bit, the foreskin pulling down when he thumbed at it.

But then Dad moved you and rubbed against you himself. It was just like his finger, he said, he was going to press in just the same, and he did, but when he started going, it was so much bigger, too much bigger for a kid like you. And you tried to get up. And he stopped you. And he pulled you back down. And now you could feel his fly scraping against your ass and your hole—young and wet and dripping—was stretched too-wide over his too-big cock.

“There we go honey, isn’t that nice.” Dad’s voice was low, so low and heavy as he nosed into your neck and rolled into you that it almost sounded like a growl. “That’s it. That’s it.”

He didn’t rock much, just kept you there. Hands on your sides, moving slightly but mostly just rubbing over your smooth little tummy, pressing on the bulge there and making you squirm.

It did get better after a bit, especially when his hand slid down to run slowly over your kid parts. Smooth and sticky and steady. You whined again, toes flexing where they couldn’t touch the floor, twitching down onto the girth of him as heat slid down to your ankles. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. Dad keened quietly, fingers pressing flat over the little nub of your cock.

Then, all at once, he hissed and went still, and everything inside became warm. You moaned, all quiet, and he panted in your ear, tensing and untensing as his hand pressed hard over your cock, making it light up and tightening your whole body up hot.

You screwed your eyes shut, hands coming up to grip on one of his arms as your hips ground down of their own volition, confused and fuzzy and desperate to feel more of that thick, pumping, warmth inside you.

When you blinked your eyes open again, there was a bigger bulge in your belly, and your skin felt stretched even further. Dad’s hand ran over your tummy again, pushing ever so slightly, and you felt something hot gush out around his cock. He kept playing with your kiddo parts idly, even though you were tired.

“Go to sleep hun,” he murmured, petting your hair. He was still hard inside, you could feel it. He seemed to wait a moment, letting your breath even out, before one of his rough, wet, fingers left your cock to drag down around your entrance, feeling where you were still connected. He tugged at it a bit, breath stuttering, and the touch made your whole brain buzz.

“Rest baby,” he whispered. “Poppa’s got you.”

"Proshipping is going to give children the idea that dating an adult is okay!" and then they go on to belittle kids for their fictional crush being their age or a bit younger, but not batting an eye when their fictional crush is way older than them.

all i think about is incest. all day everyday 24/7 everywhere my brain is thinking abt incest