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   She had a slight cold, and the pediatrician had recommended giving her
Benadryl to help her sleep.  And sleep she did - he smoothed the hair away
from her angelic face as she lay heavily in his arms.  She was so
beautiful, so precious, and so innocent...  He loved her so much that he
sometimes felt his heart would burst with it.  There was nothing he
wouldn't do for her.  But he struggled sometimes with physical feelings for
her.  She aroused something in him; her pure, sweet innocence called to him
in a way like nothing else.  He felt his cock twitch at the thought, some
blood flowing where it shouldn't, as her perfect bottom lay nestled on his
lap.  He knew it was wrong to feel this way, but what she did to his mind,
his heart, and his body was undeniable.



   He ran his fingers through her long hair as she continued to doze
deeply. She was really out of it.  Her full lips parted slightly as she
breathed evenly, her eyelids fluttering slightly as she dreamed.  He pulled
his fingers out of her hair and ran the tip of his index finger slowly
across her bottom lip, so soft, falling so easily into that perfect pout
that guaranteed she got whatever she wanted.  Very gently, he slid his
finger into her mouth and touched the tip of her warm, wet tongue.  It
startled him when her lips closed around it and she began sucking gently, a
leftover reflex from her long-gone bottle.  As she sucked softly on his
finger, blood finished flowing into his cock, leaving him with an
iron-stiff hard on.  He loved cradling her like this, like the baby she no
longer was.  She would be grown up and gone before the blink of an eye, or
at least interested in guys, other men that would eventually replace him in
her heart...  As he contemplated her sleeping body, a thought began to form
in the back of his mind.  Why is it wrong to love her so much?  Why is it
wrong to show her that love, express it to her in the way that our bodies
are made to?  And what could it hurt if she never knew, didn't remember? 
And the thought of being able to do with her as he pleased, blissfully
unaware and unable to oppose him in her unconsciousness, was too tempting.

   He stood up slowly with her in his arms, aware of his hard dick
readjusting as he moved, and felt a large spread of precum wetting the
fabric of his shorts.  She snuffled lightly, but appeared not to notice the
movement, still deeply out of it.  He laid her gently down on the
bedspread, her head falling slightly to the side, her little dress rucked
up to her thighs, knees casually spread open.  She was incomparably
beautiful to him.  He took the hem of her dress and folded it up above her
waist, exposing her white panties with the lace trim and purple bows.  They
framed the puffy mound underneath, tugging at it slightly so that her cleft
showed through the fabric.  He rubbed his hard dick through his jeans with
one hand as he stared down at that perfect little indention in her panties,
where her slit ran down between her legs to meet the twin bubbles of her
round cheeks.

   What could it hurt to just touch her?  He reached down and through the
fabric of her panties, took her lips in his fingers and gently squeezed
them.  He had touched her there a thousand times -- to change her diaper,
to wipe her, to pull up her panties, towel her off after a bath, but never
in this way, with this purpose.  His cock was painfully hard and needed to
be released from its confinement, so he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped
them, and slid them down with his boxers.  His hard pole sprang free,
dripping a string of precum from the tip.  He cupped his hand and slid it
down his shaft, spreading the slipperiness, and started stroking himself
slowly while he reached down and grasped her mound again.  He placed his
thumb squarely where her clit should be and pressed down, burrowing between
her lips, and found the tiny nub of it.  He ground his thumb gently in slow
circles around her clit as he stroked his cock.  The warmth emanating
through the fabric was tantalizing.  After a few moments, he thought, it
can't be, but he definitely felt dampness.  He dragged his thumb down her
panty-clad slit, parting her lips underneath, and found a spreading wet
spot where her hole should be.  I'll be damned.  Her body was responding to
him, even though she wasn't even conscious.  What he is doing feels good to
her, even though she doesn't know it is happening.

   Emboldened by this revelation, he gently hooked the crotch of her
panties with his finger and pulled it aside, revealing her perfectly
smooth, baby-soft, hairless pussy.  He slid his fingertip down her slit,
and sure enough, there was a line of moisture gathering there.  He gently
spread her lips with his fingers to see her tiny hole, her tiny button of a
clit, so perfectly and exquisitely formed in miniature.  Suddenly he had
the irresistible urge to taste her, to taste her sweetness on his tongue.
He let go of her and knelt on the bed, pulling her panties down and off,
leaving her genitals naked to his desires.  Then he leaned down to her
smooth little mound and deeply inhaled her scent.  She smelled like baby
soap and flowers, her own perfume, with a slight hint of pee.  Her scent
was so heady swirling around in his mind, he almost felt faint from it.  He
carefully placed his mouth on her - she was so small that her entire pussy
fit within his open lips.  He extended his tongue and pushed it through her
lips to find her little hole.  Her sweetness was breathtakingly delicious.
There was no hint of muskiness or other complex flavors, just pure nectar.
He swirled his tongue there for a moment and then pulled his tongue up her
slit to her tiny clit.  He very gently sucked it into his mouth and kneaded
it with his tongue.  She breathed a little sigh, making him jerk up to see
if she was still asleep.  Her eyes didn't open, and she seemed to be just
as deeply out of it as before, but clearly she felt what he was doing and
was aware of it on some level.  He wondered, will her body remember this,
even if she doesn't know it consciously?  Will her body want to feel it
again?

   He leaned back down and continued to work her tiny button with his
tongue, pausing periodically to run it down her slit to catch her
increasing juices, and then further down to her little rosebud of an
asshole.  He pointed his tongue to penetrate it with the tip, again finding
nothing but sweetness to her.  He cock was purple and straining, more
engorged than it had ever been in his life.  He felt like he might cum on
the bedspread without even touching it, pushed over the edge by her erotic
innocence, the subconscious response from her sexually awakening body.  He
returned to her clit and gave it more concerted attention, lapping her with
small strokes while he caressed her lips and the soft insides of her thighs
with his fingers.  She continued to make little noises, turning into
something that sounded almost like whimpers, encouraging him further.  Then
suddenly she let out a little cry, and juices flooded from her hole,
running down her smooth lips.  He wiped his finger in the wetness,
marveling that she was able to cum at that age, that she was able to
respond to him in that way.  It was the singularly most erotic thing he had
ever encountered.  He was afraid that now that he had felt her and tasted
her, he would never be able to get enough.

   Inspired by her orgasm, he wanted to share his with her.  He pulled
himself up to kneel between her porcelain thighs, and wiped the head of his
throbbing dick down her slit, lubricating it with her juices and leaving a
trail of precum in her pussy.  It felt so good that he continued to rub the
head up and down her crack, watching her small, swollen lips part around
the engorged head.  He realized that he wanted to see and touch more of
her, so he pushed her dress up further, revealing her girlish chest with
her flat, pink nipples.  He rubbed the babyish nipples around in circles
and gently pinched one nub between his fingers, causing another little
sigh. His body needed release, right now.  His hard on was aching,
engorged, the veins distended.  It looked so big in his hand compared to
her tiny body.  He lifted his cock up from her slit and began working his
shaft with his hand, lubricated with her juices.  He settled down slightly
to let his balls rest on her pussy, and he could feel the sack gently
slapping it as he stroked himself.  He left her nipples for a moment and
reached down between her legs to wipe some of her wetness onto his fingers.
Then he gently inserted them into her mouth again, and sure enough, her
small lips closed on them and started to suckle, taking in the mixture of
her juice and his precum.  He imagined the head of his cock in there
instead of his fingers, and it was more than he could take.  His balls
tightened up into his body and he started to spasm.  Long strings of hot
white cum erupted from the tip of his cock, flying onto her belly, her flat
chest, and even reaching her face, spraying across her lips, cheeks, and
bridge of her upturned little nose.  He continued to pulse and ooze cum,
now running down the shaft and dripping onto her already soaked pussy.  He
felt like he was going to black out as he continued to pulse and twitch; he
had never cum so hard in his life.  As his breathing began to slow and his
shaking subsided, he surveyed her, realizing that he had basically covered
her entire small body with his cum.  He wiped his finger in a pearl of it
on her chin and stuck it her mouth, where she dutifully sucked it off.  He
leaned down and kissed her softly, touching his tongue to hers, tasting her
sweet juices and his mild cum mingling in their mouths with their shared
spit.  He was completely, utterly, and permanently overcome.

   He finally had enough strength back to raise himself up and start to
clean up.  He took her dress off over her head and gently wiped her with a
washcloth, then pulled on her pajamas, struggling a little with the dead
weight of her limbs.  After he got dressed himself, he gathered her back up
into his arms and cradled her again, marveling at her beautiful sleeping
form and what she had done to him.  He eventually dozed off himself, and
woke some time later as she stirred in his arms.  Her eyelids fluttered
open, and as her eyes focused on him, a breathtaking smile spread across
her face, as it always did when she saw him.  "Daddy!  Good morning.  Why
are you holding me?" He hesitated for a moment, then answered, "You were
sleeping so soundly from the medicine that I was a little worried about
you, so I held you while you slept." "Oh," she replied with a sleepy little
yawn.  As she stretched, her hand wandered down between her legs and began
absentmindedly rubbing herself there.  "What are you doing, sweetheart?"
She paused for a second, then said, "I don't know, Daddy.  It feels funny
down there." A stab of adrenaline shot through him, sudden doubt and
misgivings gripping him.  "Funny in what way, honey?" She considered for a
moment, clearly struggling to describe something that she didn't have the
words for yet.  "I don't know, just good.  It feels good down there. 
Daddy, I had a dream last night...  I know this sounds weird, but I dreamed
that you touched me there, and it felt really good.  Would you touch me
there for real?" Warmth spread through his body, suffusing it with light.
"Of course, honey.  Anything for you."