"Daddy?" Stacey said in her lisping, little girl voice.

"Hmm?" Matt Parker responded. He was looking at the newspaper, sitting on the couch in the living room of the home he shared with his three year old daughter.

"Are you mad at me?" the pretty little blonde asked. Matt lowered his paper and looked at the child, who sat on the floor, surrounded by dolls and colorful plastic animals. The television showed young adults dressed in colorful outfits, dancing and singing inane songs for the entertainment of young children.

"No, of course not," Matt replied, "Why would you think that?"

"'Cause you don't ever touch me, or talk to me much anymore," Stacey said, pouting. Her fat lower lip stuck out, and her big blue eyes watered.

"Oh, Honey," Matt said, climbing to the floor to sit across from the child, "Of course I do!"

But in fact, he did not. Not much. Not since Stacey had come to him in the middle of the night, and he had allowed her to jerk him off. Or had convinced her to. He wasn't really sure which it had been.

But he was convinced that, however it had happened, it wouldn't happen again. He wasn't a pervert. He wasn't.

Matt repeated the mantra to himself as he stared between his daughter's legs. Stacey was wearing a short, gingham dress. Her legs were crossed Indian style in front of her, and he had a clear view between her soft, pale thighs to her white panties, which were stretched tightly across her puffy pussy lips.

Tearing his gaze from his daughter's crotch, he looked at her face. She was staring at him.

"Don't you love me anymore, Daddy?" she said, her voice so small and light he could barely hear it. It was Matt's turn for his eyes to fill.

"Oh, Baby!" he said, holding out his arms. Stacey crawled forward and climbed into his lap. Matt was grateful that her crotch was hidden from view as she snuggled into his arms and wrapped her thin, warm arms around his neck. He felt her soft cheek pressing against his, and her silky hair tickled his face. The faint scent of her shampoo reminded him that Stacey hadn't had a bath in a couple of days.

Her little body was warm and comfortable in his arms. Her firm, round butt rested on his thigh. He put a hand on her upper leg to hold her against him and gave her a comforting squeeze.

"Of course I love you, Princess," he said softly. He felt the heat from the top of her head against his cheek, and could hear and feel her breathing as her body moved in his arms.

Her upper thigh pressed against his crotch, and he adjusted his position in an effort to move his cock away from her innocent touch.

"I love you too, Daddy," the child said. Matt heard her muffled voice resonate through her skull more than with his ears. He hugged her tighter, and she pulled herself close to him, pressing her body against his.

He got a whiff of her unwashed body as she moved, and pulled his head up a little.

"I think you need a bath, Princess Stinky," he pronounced. Stacey let go of his neck and looked up at him, smiling.

"Okay, Daddy," she said.

- - - - -

Matt knew he was in trouble as soon as Stacey's bottom hit the water. She looked up at him from where she sat in the bathtub and grinned. Droplets had splashed onto her belly and chest, sprinkling her light pink nipples and pooling in the crease across her stomach. Her legs were splayed apart, offering a tantalizing glimpse at the dark pink interior behind her fat, soft labia.

He couldn't find a place to look. Her pretty face beamed happily as she splashed in the warm, shallow water. Her nipples hardened when the water cooled them, and goose bumps rose on her stomach, thighs and arms. For a three year old, her legs were slender and shapely.

Even her delicate little feet were exciting.

Matt knelt at the side of the tub and tried to tug at the front of his pants to make room for his growing erection without Stacey noticing.

He held the soft washcloth in his hand and poured liquid soap on it, working up a lather. He rubbed the cloth on Stacey's back. The child leaned forward, giving the horny father a nice view of her butt crack. Matt rubbed the cloth in slow circles, dipping lower with each pass.

He added more soap and moved his hand to his daughter's chest, rubbing gently, watching the bubbles slide down the pretty girl's slippery skin toward her belly, and on down between her legs.

The cloth passed up and down each leg, and Stacey stretched them apart to allow better access to the insides of her upper thighs. She leaned back against the cold porcelain of the tub side and spread her legs wide, grinning.

Inevitably, Matt washed between Stacey's legs. He watched her face as the warm, soft, soapy cloth gilded across her mons, and the child closed her big blue eyes.

Her pink lips parted, and Matt thought he heard a soft moan from between them.

Her chest rose and fell at a faster and faster pace, as he rubbed her pussy mound gently.

"Uuhhh," he heard, and he looked up to see Stacey's eyes open and staring at him. A soft, slow smile spread across her beautiful face, and he felt her crotch press against his palm as she lifted her hips from the tub to push against the moving cloth.

"Time to wash your hair, Princess!" Matt said briskly, purposely breaking the spell. He fumbled the cap off the bottle with nervously shaking hands, and poured a blue puddle in his hand.

The clean scent of artificial blueberries wafted from his hands as he scrubbed the lather into his daughter's long blonde locks. Stacey leaned forward, her hair hanging over her face. Matt's left hand scrubbed the child's hair while his right hand slid down the back of her head to her back. His palm slid through the soap in large, slow circles, ever lower.

When his hand hit the pitcher he used to rinse Stacey's hair, he snatched it from the tub and scooped up some water.

"Ready, Princess?" he asked, holding the pitcher over her head, "Here it comes!"

When she was clean and rinsed, Matt helped the naked little girl stand, so he could lift her from the tub. Her wet hair clung to her head, shoulders and cheeks. Her nude, wet body glistened.

Matt paused with the warm fluffy towel held up in front of him, ready to wrap his pretty little daughter in it to dry her. Her small body was covered in goose bumps. He looked at the soft, pebbly skin of her thighs, and his eyes traveled up her naked body, pausing at her pussy mound, and the tiny slit between her puffy labia. Her nipples hardened in the cooling air, and he saw droplets of water on her lips, nose, and the tips of her eyelashes.

"Daddy," the child said softly, "I'm cold."

Matt wrapped the towel around her shivering body and lifted her easily from the tub.

He carried her into his bedroom, not bothering with the pajamas he had laid out for her next to the tub.

Stacey looked at him curiously. This was not their normal bath-time routine. When she looked at her daddy, he glanced down and smiled at her, hugging her closer in the soft, damp towel.

She smiled and leaned her head against his chest.

Matt laid his three year old daughter down on his queen size bed. He sat next to her and rubbed the edges of the towel around her body, concentrating on her thighs, chest and belly.

Stacey gazed up at him lovingly, her big blue eyes bright, and her full lips parted. Matt stared back, and when Stacey smiled, he leaned forward and kissed those soft lips.

They were cool from the bath water, and he barely felt them on his own lips. He inhaled, and smelled the heady mixture of soap and shampoo.

His hand rested on her chest, and he slipped it under the edge of the towel to feel her hard nipple under his fingertip. Stacey moaned, and Matt kissed her harder. Their lips parted, and Matt let his tongue slide from behind his teeth to slide across his daughter's lower lip.

Stacey inhaled sharply through her button nose, and pressed her lips harder against Matt's, pushing her small tongue against his. Matt's fingers pulled gently at his little daughter's tiny nipple, and the towel slid from her shoulder.

He broke the kiss, pulling back a couple of inches to gaze into his beautiful little girl's eyes.

"I do love you, Princess," he whispered.

"I love you too, Daddy," the child piped in response. He felt the warm pulse of her breath on his lips, and kissed her again. As he tasted her mouth, Matt's hand slid lower, over her rib cage and down to her belly.

She giggled softly when her father's fingers trailed over her abdomen.

His fingers slid down over the raised mound of her soft, hairless labia. His index finger was on one side of her slit, and his middle finger on the other. Stacey gasped when she felt his gentle, tender touch, and Matt paused, letting his fingers tease the soft flesh lightly, until Stacey got used to the contact.

He smiled when she raised her hips to press her mound against his fingers invitingly. Matt let his middle finger slip over the thin gap between his daughter's labia. Stacey looked at him as he gently fondled her, her eyelids drooping and her lips parted.

"How does this feel, Princess?" he asked softly. He wanted to be sure she wasn't scared or nervous

"Mmmmmm. Good, Daddy," she said dreamily. He watched her close her big eyes slowly, and her chest rose and fell as she breathed deeply. Matt ran his fingertip up and down her little slit, pressing softly at the tiny gap. He had no intention of penetrating her, though.

Not with his finger.

Matt leaned down and kissed Stacey again, He moved his lips to her chin, then under it as she tipped her head back. He kissed her throat, down to her collar bone, and across her chest to her left nipple. He heard her moan when his tongue flicked the small, hard bud.

Encouraged, he sucked the little nub between his lips, tickling her nipple with his tongue. Stacey arched her back and pressed her chest against his lips harder. Matt lifted his mouth from Stacey's chest and smiled at her, before switching to the other nipple. He kissed her chest, and moved down her stomach, pausing to swirl his tongue in her belly button, which caused her to giggle. He felt her stomach muscles ripple under his tongue.

Matt moved to lie on the bed with his head between his daughter's legs. Stacey watched to see what he would do next, peering down across her nude body. Her legs were spread wide to let her daddy lie between them.

Matt put a hand on each of Stacey's thighs. The skin was so soft he could hardly feel it against his palms.

But he could fee their warmth, and he could smell the soap. He leaned forward, until his face was inches from Stacey's pussy mound He could feel the warmth of her on his face. Smiling at her, he lowered his face and extended his tongue.

The tip of Matt's tongue touched his daughter's labia, right in the middle, over her slit. He pushed her legs back gently, causing her labia to part. He teased her slit, and she gasped as his tongue touched the damp interior of her tiny pussy.

There was almost no taste, just a slight tingle on the tip of his tongue. His tongue barely fit between her pussy lips, she was so small. He continued to lap at her pussy, pressing his tongue as deeply into her body as he could reach, and Stacey responded.

She moaned and moved her hips back and forth, up and down, rubbing her cunt against her daddy's tongue.

Matt loved it. The feel of his three year old daughter's warm, soft pussy was like nothing he had ever felt before. And, unlike his reaction to the hand job Stacey had given him, he knew he wanted to do this again.

Matt opened his mouth and pressed his lips to Stacey's pussy in a deep kiss, sucking gently on her mound while he ran hi tongue along the opening to her pussy. Stacey really liked this, and raised her hips to meet his kiss, rubbing her crotch up and down against Matt's mouth.

"Oh, oh Daddy!" she cried. Her little fists were knotted in the bed covers, and she stared down at her daddy between her legs.

Matt felt her body relax, and he looked up to see his little girl smiling languidly at him, her eyes half closed. He didn't know if a child so young could experience an orgasm, but she had clearly reached an emotional and physical peak.

Matt lay down next to Stacey and touched her lips softly with his. This time, Stacey's tongue teased his open, and they shared a deep, passionate kiss.

"Can I play with your thingy again, Daddy?" the little girl asked innocently.

Matt's cock was ready to burst. He had been humping the bed the whole time he had been kissing and eating out his daughter.

"Yeah, Princess," he said, "Sure. Just wait a sec."

Matt got up and slipped off his clothes, then went to his dresser and retrieved the bottle of baby oil he kept there. Since his wife had left him and Stacey, masturbation had been his only source of release.

He returned to the bed and poured a stream of oil on his hard cock, rubbing it evenly over the skin. Stacey lay on her back as he knelt over her.

She reached out with both hands and took his cock between them gingerly, as if afraid of hurting him. He smiled at her encouragingly, and she squeezed the warm shaft between her hands, stroking it like he had showed her the other night.

Unlike that night, the room was well lit, so the little girl was getting her first clear look at a man's penis. She pulled on it gently as she tipped her head from side to side, examining it as she played with it.

Lifting the shaft, she peered underneath, between his thighs.

"What's that?" she asked, looking up at him curiously.

"Those are Daddy's balls, Sweetie," Matt replied.

"Balls? What are they for?" she asked. She touched them with a finger, tracing the pattern of the wrinkles in his scrotum.

"Ummm," Matt said, closing his eyes as his little girl tickled his testicles, "They make the white stuff that shoots out of Daddy's cock, Baby." It was an easy, and almost accurate answer. Good enough to satisfy the child, he hoped.

"Oooo, there's two of them in there!" Stacey said. She lifted Matt's balls in her little hand and gave them a squeeze.

"Whoa!" Matt cried. He jumped back and Stacey let go of his cock and balls, looking up at him, startled.

"Sorry!" she cried.

"It's okay, Princess," Matt said, smiling, "I should have told you. Daddy's balls are very delicate, so you have to be gentle with them, okay?"

"Okay," Stacey looked at Matt's balls as if they might fall off at any minute.

"It's okay to play with them," Matt reassured her, 'You just have to be careful." He didn't want her to not touch him there, after all.

Stacey lay back down and Matt caressed her chest, belly and thighs. The three year old took his slippery cock back in her hands, avoiding his balls for now.

She pulled the hard rod back and forth slowly, waiting for the anticipated eruption of semen. Matt watched her looking expectantly at his cock. She was so beautiful. Her blue eyes were huge on her childish face. Her cheeks had a pink flush to them, and her full wet lips glittered in the sunlight streaming through the window.

He gasped, wanting to cum.

"Pull harder, Princess," he instructed, "Rub the head more."

"Head?" Stacey looked at him.

"The end part," he explained. Stacey rubbed the head of his cock hard with her palm, taking him literally. Matt gasped again. The feeling was so intense on his sensitive cock head.

He let her do that for a few seconds, then had to stop her.

"Oh, Baby!" he said, "That's too hard! Good, but too much!" Stacey pulled her hand back, looking up at her father.

"Softer, Baby, squeeze and pull just the head." The little girl did as directed, and Matt moaned softly.

"Oh, yeah, Princess," he gasped, "that makes him feel so good!"

"Who's him?" Stacey asked, talking to her father but looking at the rod in her hand.

"Him," Matt indicated by pointing, "Daddy's cock."

"What's his name?" Stacey asked, playing along.

"You name him," Matt said. Stacey looked at the cock in her hand.

"Joe." She pronounced, looking up at Matt with a smile, "His name's Joe."

Matt thrust his hips forward, sliding the hard rod through his daughter's hands. Somehow, hearing Stacey name his penis turned him on like crazy.

"You wanna see Joe cum, Baby?" he panted, fucking his little girl's hands.

"Yeah!" she replied, "Cum Joe. Cum Joe!" she chanted, pulling on Matt's cock.

"Ohhhh, Man!" he cried. Matt took hold of his cock and jerked it, staring at his daughter's perfect, naked body. She lay on her back, staring up at him innocently as he looked at the soft, creamy skin of her chest and belly; her hard pink nipples, her smooth, sensually shaped thighs.

Matt looked on as his cock exploded in a white arc across Stacey's chest. Semen flew in thick streams from his cock, spraying her bare chest and stomach.

Stacey smiled and looked from her sperm-streaked body to her daddy's cock, to his face.

Matt gasped and fell forward, catching himself on one outstretched arm before he landed on his daughter.

"Wow," he whispered, "Wow, Baby, that was awesome!"

Matt lay down next to Stacey, who was feeling the slimy consistency of the semen on her body.

"What's it for?" she asked, looking at her slimy fingers as cum dripped off them onto her chest.

"It makes babies." Matt told her bluntly.

"Really?" she said.

"When it goes inside a woman, it makes a baby inside. Sometimes."

"How does it get inside?" Stacey asked. Uh-oh, Matt thought. He didn't think he was ready for this talk right now.

"I'll explain later," he said, "Let's get you cleaned up and we'll go get ice cream, okay?"

"Ice cream? Yay!" Stacey exclaimed.

Matt looked at his beautiful, cum-coated angel and smiled.