What else is there to do on a clammy, rainy Saturday than go to a movie?

So, Elsa and I were at the dollar matinée of 'The Incredibles' in an almost empty theater. In the dark, I could see her bright eyes shining up at me, her triangular face and Betty Boop lips lit by the flickering light of the movie. Her hair cork-screwed down on either side of her face, waves of dark brown (black in the dark theater) hair that reached below her shoulder blades.

The skin on her knee was smooth and warm where my right hand fell across it, my fingers not touching her other knee as I moved my hand back and forth across the bottom of my four year old's thigh. Then I felt her tiny hand on mine, palm on the back of my hand, little fingers wrapping around the outside. She gently pulled and I allowed her to lead me up to the hem of her short skirt-jumper. She continued pulling my hand and I pushed the corduroy fabric up, making waves that started bunching up against her tummy. My finger touched the cotton of her panties and I pushed it down between her thighs, barely feeling the shape of her lips and slit underneath.

Elsa leaned back against my left arm, unbending her waist, and flared her hips, her ass sliding against my thigh, making herself more available to my probing finger. I turned my wrist and pushed my fingertip more firmly, now I could clearly feel her pussy through the panties. I rubbed along the slit, then went further down and felt where the lips became less firm, pushing at the opening of her tiny vagina, moving my fingertip to stimulate where I knew her be-be clit was filling and turning red with the encouragement.

Looking down at her, now half laying across my lap I saw the reflections in her eyes slowly go dull and her lids relax across those enormous wet orbs. I tried to work my finger around the hem of her panties, through the leg hole, but the tightness of the fabric warned me that it would dig into her, making her uncomfortable. Elsa moved her hand up, pulling her skirt up and then dug her right elbow into my stomach as she tried the pull her panties down.

"No," I whispered, "not here, someone will see...Wait 'til we get home."

A flash of disappointment crossed her face but then she broke into a smile. She moved her butt back and forth across the lump in my pants, then sat up. She turned so my cock was pressing between her cheeks, then wiggled her ass. She looked over her shoulder at me and giggled.

It was almost dark when we left the theater, hurrying through the cold drizzle to the cold car. The heater was just beginning to kick in when we pulled into McDonald's. The inside was bright and noisy. I waited in line while keeping a watch on my little one as she ran off to the Play Place, climbing into the structure without removing her shoes. (The thought went through my mind; what would I do if she lost one in there? They make the kids take their shoes off for two reasons.)

Chicken Nugget Happy Meal, Homestyle Burger Meal, and an extra cheeseburger to boot, I carried the tray into the seating area with the Play Place and sat down, then kept an eye out for Elsa. A couple of times I caught a glimpses of here through one of the windows. After a few minutes she came out the bottom of one of the slides and walked over. Her hands were filthy so I asked an attractive 30 something with two boys at the next table to watch my food, then took Elsa off to the restroom. I got a curous look from a fellow when I brought the four year old into the Men's room. She said she had to go so I took her into the booth and wiped the seat off for her, then watched her pink little pussy as a stream of piss ran out of it and dribbled into the water below. She wiped herself, then crawled off the seat and pulled up her panties. I had to pull the hem of the skirt out from the elastic waist band, then we washed our hands (it's really sensual to fill your hands with soapy water, then rub them over smaller hands). While we were at the sink a boy, maybe 12, came in and looked really embarrassed to find a girl in there. He waited while we dried our hands under the dryer, not willing to use the urinal in front of a girl.

While we were eating Elsa pulled the toy out of her bag and gave it to me to open. I ripped the plastic and took out a small plastic rocket. It was really kind of retro-sort of Buck Rodgers style. Four or five inches long, curving out from the rounded tip to maybe one inch in diameter, then the curve continued in to where the body abruptly ended at the rocket nozzle. It had three shark fin shaped stabilizers that came out of the sides just below it's widest point. These it would sit on. The body was gray except for a red flame design around the tip. Elsa swung it around like it was flying, then put it down to concentrate more closely on her fries.

As we drove home through the gloom, the windshield wipers more smearing the light rain than clearing it, Elsa again made whooshing sounds as the rocket flew back and forth over the booster seat next to me. We arrived home and I carried her down the walkway to my apartment, then put her down in the warm living room.

I looked at her. Her knees and legs had dark smears on them from crawling around at the Play Place. One shoulder of the jumper was also darker. "Honey, you're filthy, you need to get in the bath right away."

"Ok" she intoned in her sing-song voice, and she turned down the hallway. I went to the fridge and got a beer, then followed.

In the bathroom, she had already pulled the jumper off over her head, it lay in a heap next to the toilet, and she was crouched down undoing the Velcro tabs on her sneakers. They responded with red, green, and blue flashes from LEDs in the clear plastic layers of the soles.

I leaned over her and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature to make sure she had a warm bath but not too hot. As I bent down next to her she pulled her panties off, her lovely round ass was no more than six inches from my face. I quickly turned my head and planted a kiss right in the middle of her right cheek. Elsa yelled out a whoop and jumped away, dissolving into a torrent of giggles.

"You kissed my booty!" she squeeled.

"I'll kiss a lot more of you later," I said as I felt my cock begin to firm in my Levi's.

"Kiss my kitty," she said and thrusted her hips out, pushing her little clam to within a few inches of me.

I obediently kissed her just above the dimple at the top of her slit.

Again she giggled but she kept her pussy available and, well, I just couldn't resist and had to lick her slit. She tasted pretty sour-little girl sweat and piss-but I really didn't mind. Still, I made a bad face.

"You need a bath, then I'll lick your kitty all night!"

She pulled back, then stepped over the side of the tub. "Get in."

"No honey," I said. "Let me get you washed, then I'm going to jump through my shower while you play.

I had learned long ago that with all the warm slipperiness in the tub with a toddler I just couldn't control it and would end up pumping my sperm all over both of us way to early. I am usually good for three shots a night and like to make them last.

I took the bar of Ivory and soaped up my hands, then started rubbing the supple muscles and soft skin of Elsa's shoulders. I worked my way out her arms and concentrated on her dirty elbows and hands. Then I held the soap out for her.

"Wash your face," I said.

Ever since she was about two and a half, I've left her mostly to wash her face by herself, she's better about not getting soap in her eyes than I am. She rubbed her little hands over the soap, then scrubbed her cheeks, chin, nose, and forehead. Then, with her eyes tightly closed, she leaned forward and splashed water in her face. Then she lifted her face toward me, her eyes still squeezed shut and I took a wash cloth and wiped the last suds off her cheeks.

Next I washed her back and torso with my soapy hands. "Stand up," I said.

My cock became uncomfortably hard in my pants as I ran my hands up and down her thighs and scrubbed her dirty knees. Then my dick even began to twitch with some pre-cum as I ran my fingers over her ass, then worked them between the cheeks to clean her bung-hole. It was definitely screeming for attention as I soaped up her four year old pussy, cleaning in her slit. Elsa put a hand on my head and bent her knees slightly opening herself a bit for me.

It's a big mistake to get too much soap up inside her tiny little girl parts-it irritates the skin and dries her out, so I always have to resist the temptation to keep rubbing her with soapy fingers, pushing up inside her tiny vagina. The last thing I want is for her to be sore and dry. So, after just doing what is needed to make sure she's cleaned up, I stopped.

"Sit down so I can wash your hair."

Elsa dropped into the water, then leaned back, her hair floating out in a dark halo around her head and shoulders. I swished it around some, making sure it was well wetted, then pulled her back up sitting. A squirt of Johnson's Baby Shampoo on the top of her head and we both worked her locks up into a lather. I kept wiping suds off her forehead, keeping them out of her eyes.

"Rinse," I said and she stretched out again in the tub, opening her full length to show a beautiful full frontal. As I worked the suds out of her hair all I could do was stare at her little pussy in anticipation of what it would look like with my cock rubbing along it, opening the soft puffy lips to reveal the pink structures below. It was clean now in the water but later all those little folds and creases going to be explored by my tongue and then gooed up with my sperm.

Somehow I resisted the temptation to tear my clothes off and start molesting my naked little cum collector right then. Instead, fighting to keep control because of the promise of even more fun later, I pulled her back up sitting.

"Ok," I said, my voice rough, "you play while I go shower in my room. Is the water hot enough?"

"Yes Daddy," she said, smiling up at me.

I stood up.

"Toys,...toys," she said, pointing at a basket of tub toys in the back of the toilet. I gave her the basket then stumbled out of the bathroom, downing three quarters of a beer while I walked the five paces into my bedroom.

I kept the water really hot as I showered, making it just a little uncomfortable so my dick calmed down some. Still, there was more than a dull ache behind my balls. I washed myself well, wanting to make sure that my little one wouldn't wrinkle her nose at any part of me.

I came out of the shower and, still drying myself, went back down the hall to the other bathroom. Elsa was playing still, making pretend that her doll was riding on the back of a plastic alligator. When the alligator dove she went 'dup-dup-dup,' imitating the sound from Frogger.

"You ready to get out?" I asked with a little tension in my voice.

"Outty," she called and scrambled to her feet, holding her arms up.

I leaned down and opened the tap, then lifted her onto the bath mat. I wrapped her in a towel and started drying her off. Then I used another towel on her hair.

"Let's take care of your hair," I said as I sat her on the counter next to the sink.

This was a normal routine for us and she sat quietly as I combed out the tangles, letting me pull her head sideways some but, after doing it hundreds of times, I knew just how hard I could pull before hurting her. Then I started the blow drier.

As soon as the warm air started to lift a few dry strands she let the towel drop around her. I continued brushing her hair as I dried it. When I leaned forward to reach behind her my half hard dick brushed her thigh. She reached down and gently wrapped both her hands around my member, just above the head, and pulled gently.

I smiled down at her and she looked up at me with a little giggle. I acted like I was ignoring her and all she did was raise my dick and start stroking in properly, bringing me to full hardness. I turned off the dryer.

"Do you want to go play nake?" I asked. (This is a signal, we call it 'play nake'.)

"Yes..sss.sss," she giggled as she moved to get off the counter.

I lifter her down, hoping that with my hard member sticking in her face that she'd start sucking me then, but instead she ran out of the bathroom and around the corner into the living room. I followed her and, as soon as she got into the middle of the floor where I keep a soft, spongy rug spread out, she plopped down on her ass, facing me, leaning back on her hands with her legs spread and knees up.

Elsa knows this is a pose I especially love-my little four year old displaying her charms for me. She also knows what will always come next. I dropped to my knees and crawled to her. As I approached she lay back, keeping her knees up, and with her fingers spread her hairless little lips, uncovering her clit and opening her tiny vagina.

As soon as my tongue touched her 'little man in the boat' she started humping her pus up into my face. She tasted of the Ivory soap. After circling her clit four of five times, I pushed the tip of my tongue into her toddler twat, tongue fucking her. She giggled at this but pushed her hips up more, spreading her legs wider. I sealed my mouth completely around her sex, sucking gently, and ran my tongue up and down her as she began to pant and shiver. I pushed on her thighs and she looped them over my shoulders, then I ran my hands under her back and picked her up so I was seated on my heals and holding my little girl in mid air, her snatch in my face, her head and arm falling back like a rag doll.

I had to hold on to her shoulders when she convulsed with her first orgasm, she almost flew out of my arms when she grunted an spazmatically arched her back and straightened her legs. I lowered her back down onto the carpet and let her lay there, catching her breath. I sat back on my haunched, admiring the sight of her-flushed pink skin with a little sheen of sweat, tiny arms thrown up over her head, legs spread and turned outward, froggy style, open and reddened pussy, her lips pulled apart, inviting my finger (she was probably around six months old when I busted her cherry while having fun on the changing table, she had cried some and I had to wipe a little blood off her and my little finger).

I licked my finger in preparation to finger fuck her but then stopped. Laying on the floor, just two feet from her head, was the rocket that had come in her happy meal. I reached across her and picked it up, examining the shape and smooth plastic. Elsa watched me and gave a nervous smile when I held it up, then looked at her with a shit-eating grin. I put the end in my mouth, sucking it in and out like she does me, slobbering it up real good. The little girls eyes got big with a combination of fear and curiosity when I leaned forward and lowered the toy to her cunt.

She stiffened and raise her knees, lifting up onto her elbows when she felt the plastic against her slit. "Daddy no," she said.

"Don't worry, honey, I won't hurt you," I assured her as I gently pushed her back down on her back. "This rocket will make a nice little dildo, you'll like it."

She looked nervously at me as I ran the make-shift phallus along her crack, then slowly, with a little twisting motion, pushed it inside her. Her cunt lips opened easily, sliding along the smooth plastic as about an inch and a half of the toy disappeared inside my little one's cunt. She was really tense as I pushed it inside her, her eyes were big, a slight expression of fear on her face but then, when I pulled it back, then pushed inside again, I could see her relax as she started to enjoy the new sensation.

"Does that hurt, honey?" I asked, looked down at her, spread out on the beige and red rug.

"No Daddy;" her voice was small.

I fucked her with the toy for a short while longer and I could see the first tell-tail signs that she was building-a deepening of her breath, a slight pinkish flush just below her throat. The sight of the toy inside her hairless little cunt was awesome. I started to rub her clit with my other fingers and this had an immediate effect. She started to hump up to meet my movements, her eyes got dark, and her breath began to change to little moans.

She started to lift her ass off the floor as I watched her orgasm build. Suddenly she grabbed my hand with both hers and directed my movements. She wanted the toy to moved a lot faster and harder than I had been doing as she actually lifted her ass completely off the floor and then, with a gasp, jammed the rocket inside her, pushing it so hard that it looked like it really must hurt. She was gripped by a series of quick shudders, her chest and thighs were shining with sweat, then she relaxed back down onto the carpet, panting.

Watching this tiny baby girl fucking herself was almost enough to make me shoot all by itself-I was soooo ready the cum. I lifted up on my hands and knees and shuffled over her, presenting her with my raving cock. "Here, honey, suck me," I said.

Elsa had come back to earth, she wrapped her hands around my shaft and looked up at me. "Are you going to potty in my mouth?"

"Yes, Daddy's really ready."

She lifted her head and started to suck.

I kneeling on my hands and knees over the tiny little one looking down at her as she pulled my cock head into her mouth. I started pushing downward into her, pinning her head between my dick and the floor. She had both hands around my shaft, her elbows pressed against the insides of my thighs and, as I started to piston down into her face, I could feel her moving her legs, one of her knees pressed against my ass and a heel hit my calf.

I was so close that we were like this for less than a minute as I shoved my rock hard member down into her face. I shivered and blew. A mass of my white goo erupted around her lips, spurting out of the corners of her mouth and running down the sides of her face. I humped again, pumping more sperm into her mouth and jamming down into the back of her throat. Elsa started to squirm underneath me, pushing on my hips to get away. I could feel her choking as more cum filled her than she could take and lifted up, pulling out of her. She sat up with me, gagging as the last shots of my cum flew into her face.

Her face was red, her eyes wide open, and suddenly she coughed. A great wad of cum flew out of her mouth and splashed onto my stomach. More ran down her chin and dripped onto her chest and thighs, a small dribble of goo even ran out of her nose and over her lip into her mouth. She coughed more and I slapped her on the back, her eyes running and face covered with my jez.

She stopped and sat, panting, catching her breath. Then she started to cry.

"Daaaadddyyy,...that hurt me!" she whined.

I pulled her to me, hugging her. "Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...I'm sorry honey..." I held her cum covered face to me as she sobbed a couple of times, then calmed. I pulled back and looked down at her. She had white goo smeared all over her face and more on her chest. A string of semen stretched out from my stomach to her chin.

"Are you better now?" I asked.

She looked up at me and nodded, then looked around and saw the rocket laying next to us. She leaned over and picked it up.

"Let me get a napkin to clean you up," I said, not really thinking about what she was considering. I stood and stumbled into the kitchen, dripping long strings of my left over jez onto the floor. I grabbed a dish towel off the rack above the sink then a beer out of the fridge.

When I went back into the living room what I saw made me freeze in my tracks. Elsa was sitting with her knees up, legs spread. She was bending over, peering down at her pussy as she worked the tip of the rocket at her snatch. I stood and watched as she tried to push it inside herself but, of course, in that position she couldn't. Then she lay back, knees still up and, with a wondering look on her face, sank the plastic toy into her vagina.

I silently walked to the sofa and sat down-I'm not sure she even realized I was there-and watched her as she, at first slowly but then with more authority, fucked herself with the McDonald's toy. My cock reacted as can be expected and I started to jerk off too. She was still covered with my sperm, thick gooey white smears on her face, throat, and chest. She was running the rocket in and out of herself while fingering her clit with her other hand, moving two fingers back and forth across ways, pinching it between them. It took another minute or two before she arched her back and made small squeaking noises, then relaxed back down on the carpet.

As for me, I was again ready to shoot ropes of jez. I got up and scrambled over to her, kneeling between her legs. The rocket had fallen out of her and was laying between her thighs, pointing up at her ass. I started rubbing my dick up and down her slit, almost ready.

Elsa looked at me with a somewhat blank expression. I know that this really doesn't get her off, not like finger fucking her and certainly not like when I lick her into oblivion, but she still enjoys it.

"You want to cum in my kitty?" she asked.

"Yes dear, I'm almost ready."

This was a signal between us and my lovely preschooler reached down with both hands and spread her pussy wide open for me, pulling her knees up, outside her shoulders. This would open her little girl vagina, only a quarter or half an inch across, way to small for my dick. But still, just before I came, I nestled the tip in the opening and kept stroking. My cum pumped into her four year old pussy, filling her and, maybe, some even pushing up into her tiny womb. I shot four of five wads into her pus, over flowing it, and filling all the folds and creases with my white nasty. As I sat back on my heels, panting, my little darling smeared the goo all over her mound and tummy, pushing a finger inside herself once or twice.

I leaned forward and picked her up, kissing her still cum covered face, feeling my goo smearing against me. We tangled our tongues for a couple of minutes. Then she said, "Lay down Daddy."

With a smile I rolled backwards, pulling her onto my chest. She didn't stay there for long. She climbed off of me and stood up, then stepped over my face. As she squatted down a drop of my cum fell out of her cunt and hit the bridge of my nose. She sat down right on my mouth, pressing her clam into my lips. Cum ran out of her cunt and into my mouth when I pushed my tongue into her.

Elsa put her hands on my forehead and started to grind her pussy into me, moving it back and forth while looking down at me.

The Ivory soap taste was replaced by the salty-sweat taste of my used cum that filled her vagina. She hump faster, pressing down on me and when she came there was a little squirt of my sour semen into my mouth.

She flopped forward on my face, crushing my nose and making it hard for me to breath. I rolled us sideways, laying her sweaty, gooey body on the floor. She rolled limp onto her back as I lifted up on one elbow.

"Do you want some desert?" I asked. "We have ice cream."

"Ok," she said.

I leaned down and kissed her pussy again and she giggled.

"We can play some more after we go to bed," I said as I stood up.

She was sitting there, in that pose again, knees up, leaning on her hands behind her. "You like that, don't you?" she asked.