"What do you want to do tomorrow?" I asked her as I pulled the covers up over us.
"Can we see 'Peter Pan' again?"
"Sure," I responded. "Would you like to see 'Bear Country' again?"
"That moose was scaarrrrryyy," she said as she slid over against my side, her warm thigh sliding over my hip, her little hand on my chest, her head on my shoulder. I ran my hand across her hip and over her little butt.
"Yeah, but it was pretty funny, wasn't it?"
"I guess so."
"We have to find Snow White for your book," reminding my little five-year-old that she hadn't quite filled up her book.
"Who do I still need?" she asked.
"Well, let's find out." I reached over to the bed stand where her signature book was. For the next five minutes we went through the pages, I pointed out the names of the characters we had seen...Minnie, Dopey, Monster and Beauty, Grumpy, even Mickey. After a few minutes I switched to the latest John Greshem while she rolled away from me and continued looking through her signature book. She worked hard to sound out the names. After only a few minutes I watched as her book slowly sank down. I took it from her.
"Let's turn out the lights now," I whispered.
"Ooookkkkk," she said sleepily.
I turned off the lights and she snuggled to my arm, her back warm along my side, her head still on my shoulder. As she hugged my arm, I moved my hand down off her hip and pushed it gently between her soft thighs. I moved it up until the knife edge of my hand came against her warm and soft little pussy lips. My cock started to firm as I worked the side of my finger between her lips.
Sarah let out a long sigh and rolled slightly, then lifted her leg up and draped it over my thigh, opening her cunt to my hand. I started moving my middle finger along her slit, between the soft ridges of her lips, over the tightening bud of her clit, and pushed at the opening. My hand covered her lower belly, my pointer and ring finger lay along her hairless outer lips while I worked her slit with my middle finger.
She started to hump against my hand as she rolled more onto her back, spreading her legs further. I pushed harder at her cunt but she was just not wet enough. I lifted my hand away and stuck my finger in my mouth, tasting her pre-teen snatch, and coated my finger with saliva. Now, when I reached back down, my finger slid easily up inside her, my first knuckle pushing past the opening before the tip pressed against the top.
I moved in and out of her and she started to hump to meet my movements. Her breathing came with her humps as she built. Then I felt her little hand sliding under mine, her finger insinuating itself between mine and her clit. She jiggled her finger back and forth as I moved mine in and out of her. Then she caught her breath and shivered, the first wave of her preteen orgasm coming over her.
She made a couple of short squeaking noises as I pushed my finger as deep inside her as it would go. She broke into a sweat and her pussy became suddenly slippery with her own juices. I held my hand still as she calmed down, relaxing against me, and her breathing slowed.
"Ooooowww...that was nice," she said.
I pulled my hand out of her crotch and, pulling on her hip, urged her to roll toward me.
"Your turn now," she said.
She threw the covers down, the air felt cool, and I felt her get up on her knees. Then, in the dark, she straddled my right thigh, I felt her damp pussy on me, and then took my enraged cock in both hands.
"Do the spermies have to come out?" she said as she cupped my cock between her hands and started stroking it.
"Oh, yes, darling."
In the dim light that leaked around the heavy curtains, I could see her outline against the far wall. For a moment I considered turning the light back on, but then decided against it. Then I saw her lower her head. First I felt the coolness of her hair on my hips, then her soft lips wrapped around my dick head. She sucked me inside, scraping my bulb lightly with her teeth. She moved my cock in and out of her mouth, sucking hard.
After only a few moments I was going to blow. I ran my hand through her hair and over the side of her face. I always did this just before I shot in her mouth, warning her, and letting her pull back if she wanted.
I was humping up into the child's face as she quickened her pace and sucked even harder. I erupted in her mouth as she breathed hard through her nose. My second shot of cum filled her mouth as I felt her swallow, only to have her mouth filled again. I know I groaned as more semen flowed into the lovely five-year-old.
After a time, sensing that I was calming, she pulled back and sat up, still milking my dick in the dark. Then she leaned down again and sucked the last of my jiz out of me. Dropping my dick, she slid forward and lay out on top, smearing a trail of my sperm up my belly and onto my chest. In the dark, her hair on my face, she leaned down and kissed me. I ran my hand over the back of her head and held her face to mine, kissing her deeply, pushing my tongue past her lips, tasting the residue of my semen in her mouth.
She pulled back. "I love you Daddy."
"I love you too sweetheart." I pulled the covers back over us.
After a few minutes she was snoring gently, her head on my chest.
That One Guy
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