My Angel

By Leslie Schmidt

My four-year-old angel was wrapped up in a little ball, sound asleep. I the dim light I could see her, blond hair over her face, her thumb still between her lips. She was breathing softly and regularly. It was a warm night, I pulled the sheets back. Her thin cotton night gown was bunched up around her hips. Her panties were white with some sort of little flowers on them, in the light from the street lamp outside, they were just dark splotches.

I was wrapped around her, my knees were against her feet. Her head was against my chest. My cock was rock hard against her butt.

I slowly straightened out and pushed my briefs down, working them off with my knees and feet. Then I lifted her night gown so my dick was under it, rubbing against her panties and back. I slowly humped, mesmerized by the feeling of my cock against her baby skin.

Gently, and ever so slowly, I worked her panties down, first uncovering her tiny round ass, then, carefully, down her thighs, making the turn at her knees, then down to her feet. They came away easily and joined my briefs in the tangle of bed clothes.

Again, I slowly moved my cock along her butt, now moving along the crack. She stirred some, straightening out, and threw her arm back and over me, her shoulders back, her face up. What a sweet-heart, a beautiful face, full lips, broad forehead, thick, dark eyelashes. Her mouth was slightly open, her forgotten thumb now at her side.

I started to slowly work her night gown up, carefully uncovering her hips, then her belly. She wiggled around and stretched out full length on her back. I had to push my legs down to accommodate her.

Now I could see her tiny pussy, fat little baby lips between chubby thighs. I continued working her gown up-damn thing. Now I had it bunched around her neck. In the light, I couldn't make out the slightly pink nipples on her chest.

An ambulance went by, its siren screaming, waking hundreds. The Gold Coast of Chicago is always a noisy place.

A concerned look passed over my angels face as she was disturbed by the sound, but she fell back asleep. I moved her arms up over her head, then pulled the nightgown up, quickly moving it over her face and pulling it under her shoulder blades and free. Now she was like the first time I had seen her-perfection. I leaned down and kissed her open lips, her breath filled my lungs. When I pulled away, she made small sucking motions with her mouth. Her hand came up, she found her thumb and sighed deeply.

My cock was hard against her thigh and hip, again I started to gently hump her, the soft and smooth skin a wonder. I reached down and ran my finger along her tiny slit, again smooth and soft. Again she woke slightly, loosing her thumb as she turned her face towards me and slightly spreading her legs.

My heart was pounding in my throat. I slid my fingertip along her tiny clit, then pushed it in between the lips as I moved down, testing the entrance to her baby-womb, then moving back up to her clit. In her sleep, she started to move her hips back and forth with my finger. My jez was building behind my balls as I humped her hip a little harder, a little faster.

My angel let out a small sigh, then pulled her thumb out of her mouth and reached down. She grabbed at my hand and pushed my finger harder against her. Her eyes flew open.

"Daddy?"

"Here darling," I said.

I rolled onto my back, pulling her tiny body with me, rolling her on top of me with her knees on either side of my hips. My cock was against her pussy, her clit now rubbing along the underside of my erection. She only weighed 35 pounds.

I started humping against her preteen pussy and she quickly started to meet me. I could feel her becoming wet, a slipperiness between us. She started to breathe harder, in time with our movements. I covered her tiny ass with my hands, helping her move along while I also fingered to opening to her vagina.

My angel was really getting into it. At first she clung to me, her face against my chest, but as the pressure grew, she lifted up, her hands on my pecs, grinding her tiny pussy against my enraged cock.

When she caught her breath and pushed hard against me, using her legs to pull herself down on my dick, I blew my cum, firing shots across my belly and up onto my chest. At the same time, Jenny grunted, rocked by her first ever orgasm. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open, "Eh, eh, aaaah." Her head fell forward as she panted, then sank down into my chest.

I felt her stiffen as she pushed herself back up.

"Daddy! Did you wet the bed?" she asked in an accusatory voice.

I could see the shock in her face. I chuckled quietly.

"No, honey. That's my sperm. Men shoot it out of their penis when men and women rub there...privates...together. It feels really good." I paused. Then: "Didn't it feel good to you?"

"Yyyeah," she said timidly.

I reached over and turned on the bed lamp. Jenny looked suspiciously at the semen smeared on her chest and belly. A white rope of goo dripped down from my still half stiff erection. Jenny wiped her hand over her chest and side.

"It's ok, honey. You made me feel really good and I love you. Didn't you feel good?"

I reached above my head and pulled her night gown down from the pillows and wiped my semen from my four-year- olds torso and my stomach. Then I took her head in my hands and pulled her to me, kissing her preteen lips. "I love you dear."

"I love you too, Daddy."

She lay back down on me, her head under my chin, my cock head still leaking sperm against her pussy lips. I reached up and turned off the light. We went to sleep, Jenny sucked her thumb as I cradled her head in one hand and her butt in the other.

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