Warning: My stories are about pedophilia. Plain and simple. If it is illegal for you to view adult material please leave now.

(M/g, Mg, ped, romantic, daddy/daughter, inc)

We're driving home on a long road tip. Mommy and my big brother are in the front seat listening to a Harry Potter book on tape, and you're cuddling with me in the back because we're both sleepy. You're leaning against the right side window with your arm wrapped around my shoulders, holding me snuggly, and a blanket is draped across our laps. I feel your fingers dancing up and down my bare arm, tickling the downy hairs all over, making me press into your chest tighter.

You lean down and whisper in my ear to lay my head in your lap.

With my back on the seat and head in your lap, I immediately spread my legs under the blanket, letting my skirt slide down to my stomach, exposing my hot pink panties with lacy trim. Your fingers are cupping my soft mound, pushing the fabric between my fluffy lips, searching for my bud. I search for my stuffed puppy, my lifelong companion, on the floor, and drag him up to my lips to take his soft floppy ear in my mouth to muffle the little mews that you're forcing out of me. You search for then tickle my clitty for a few breathless moments before snapping the elastic band of my panties, a silent cue for me to remove it. Now that my cunny is naked your fingers become urgent between my legs, spreading my pillowy, hairless lips to get to the red swollen clit you've been teasing. You dip a finger into my leaking hole, covering it the little bit of juice I'm lubricating at age of 5, and begin to drag it up and down my little button. Your nail occasionally grabs at the sensitive nub making me buck violently into the air and grown into the matted fur of my puppy, but mostly you rub me aggressively, pulling back the tiny bit hood and touching my clit directly trying desperately to make your little girl cum. My thighs are squeezing your hand tightly. The heat and the tingles are building up in my toes and I'm huffing as quietly as I can, staring up at you in the darkness. You can feel how tense my tiny body is under your hand and before rubbing my sweet little cunt to orgasm, you pull my hand over to your crotch, pressing it tightly to the hardness under your jeans. I think of your cock in place of your finger. I cum for my Daddy. My warmth flows from my pussy onto your fingers and covers my clitty making me shake in agony.

You cover me up gently, pulling my skirt down over my swollen cunt, and slip your fingers between your lips, before we both drift off to sleep and Mommy drives on. 