"Daddy?"

"Daddy!"

Matt Parker opened his eyes, squinting in the semi-darkness.

"What, Princess?" he asked. His eyes finally focused on his three year old daughter, Stacey. The little blonde stood next to his bed, a worried look on her pretty face. Big blue eyes stared at him from over her pudgy cheeks, surrounded by gold ringlets.

"I had a bad dream, Daddy." She said.

"Oh," Matt replied groggily, "Really?"

"Uh-huh," Stacey replied. Her curls bounced around her head when she nodded.

"I'm scared, Daddy. I can't sleep in my bed." Matt could see tears in the child's eyes, and her full, pink lower lip stuck out in a glistening pout.

"O.K.," he said. He was too tired to argue, and his bed was plenty big enough to accommodate the tiny child. Matt's queen size bed had been too large for him ever since his wife had left him the year before. Fortunately for the thirty year old father, the bitch had left Stacey with him. Had she taken the child, Matt would have been despondent.

She was his whole focus now. His whole life. His little princess was smart, witty, and had a delightful, happy personality.

The little girl climbed into Matt's bed when he held the covers up for her, and he lay on his back so she could scramble over his body to lie in the middle of the bed.

Matt felt Stacey's bare thighs on his legs and stomach as she moved across his body. He only wore boxers to bed, which was more than he used to wear. But with a little girl apt to come to see him in the middle of the night, it seemed sensible to have the scant covering, rather than nothing.

He winced as her knee grazed his balls, but it was more of a caress than a strike, so he relaxed after she fell to his side and leaned against him with her head on his shoulder.

Matt smelled the berry scent of her shampoo, and felt her warm body pressed against his side. Stacey wore an old t-shirt that didn't really fit her, but was her favorite, though it left her belly bare. She also had a pair of white panties with teddy bears on them.

Matt put his arm against Stacey's back reassuringly, and his hand fell on her tight little bubble butt.

"Mmmmm," the little girl moaned. She pressed her little body against Matt's, and her hand moved to his chest. He rubbed her lower back and the top of her butt, calming her so she would sleep.

"That feels good, daddy," Stacey said sleepily.

"You like it, Princess?" he asked. Stacey's hand was moving on his chest, up and down, her fingers gliding through the curly hair.

"Mmm-hmm," she said. He could feel her warm breath on his ribs. She wiggled around a little, pressing her butt back against his hand.

"Do my butt more, Daddy," she said. Matt held still for a second, until he realized what she meant.

"You want me to rub your rear end, Princess?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said dreamily, "It feels good." Matt let his hand drift to the three year old's butt, sliding his palm back and forth from one round butt cheek to the other. Stacey wiggled and moaned happily. Her hand moved up and down Matt's chest, hardening his nipples.

Matt ran his hand from the little girl's upper thighs to her back, up under her shirt, which was hiked up under arm pits by his moving hand. Stacey moved around, pulling her little shirt up over her head and off.

"Feel better?" Matt asked, smiling.

"It was all wrinkled up under my arms," Stacey complained.

"Ah," Matt said. His hand travelled easily along the warmth of her bare back, across the smooth glossy skin there. When his hand reached her butt, he gave it a playful squeeze.

Stacey giggled and snuggled closer to her daddy's body.

"Do that again, Daddy!" she said. Matt put his hand on his daughter's rear end and squeezed one of her butt cheeks, releasing it quickly.

"Again!"

This time, Stacey pushed back against Matt's hand, and his fingertips slipped into the cleft between her ass cheeks.

Stacey moaned again and pressed her warm, soft cheek against Matt's ribs. He felt her hand slide across his chest, exploring. Her fingers found one of his nipples, and traced a circle around the hard nub as he felt her ass against his hand. Stacey moved her butt back, rubbing against Matt's fingers as they grazed her butt crack.

Matt's heart pounded in his chest, and his cock swelled in his boxers, threatening to slip through the loose flap in the front.

But he didn't want to draw attention to it by reaching to fix it.

And, to be honest, he didn't want Stacey to stop playing with his chest. He enjoyed the soft bundle she made against his side. He enjoyed the way her soft hair ticked his chin and cheek from where her head lay on his shoulder. He could feel her warm, damp breath on his ribs, under his arm pit, and the feel of her soft, firm ass cheeks under his hand was amazing.

He lay unmoving as Stacy slid her hand down his belly and his cock rose as if to meet her fingers. He gasped softly when he felt the fat head of his seven inch cock push free of his boxers and the sheet rubbing against the bottom of his cock.

"Daddy, play with my butt!" Stacy said, whining. She used that technique successfully all the time, and this time was no different. Matt squeezed her ass cheek, and Stacey wiggled against him.

With a frustrated sigh, the three year old moved to pull her underpants down and off. She lay on her daddy's chest, naked, so he could reach her bottom with both hands. Matt stiffened when she lay on him, fearful that she would feel his hard-on against her leg, but her thighs were separated, so his cock lay in the space between them, unfelt.

He put his arms around his little girl and felt her bare butt under his hands. His cock twitched when he felt the soft, warm skin, and the firm muscles underneath.

Stacey laid her cheek against his chest and sighed, raising her hips to press her butt against his hands. Matt squeezed her ass cheeks and his fingers dipped into the warmer space between them, causing his little girl to moan softly. She raised her head from his chest and slid herself upward until she could kiss her daddy.

Matt saw the pretty little girl's face nearing his, and his eyes closed. He felt the feather-light touch of her soft pink lips on his and he held his breath as the kiss lingered. Her lips barely touched his. He could feel her hot breath against his upper lip as she breathed through her nose. The smell and feel of her hair was overwhelming. The light gold strands clung to his cheeks and tickled his nose and eyelids. Her little body was a delightful, warm weight on his front. He thought he could feel her hard pink nipples against his chest.

His head swam.

Stacey pulled her face away from his and looked into Matt's eyes, her little button nose an inch from his. He stared back, and she moved forward again, pressing her lips harder against his this time.

Almost of their own accord, Matt's lips parted, and Stacey's followed. The kiss went on and on, and soon Stacey was pressing her parted lips against her daddy's and wiggling her naked body on his chest as Matt gripped her butt cheeks and pushed his fingertips into her ass crack, forcing her legs apart and her knees to his sides.

Matt felt the heat from her crotch against the tip of his cock, though their genitals weren't touching.

Matt let his tongue slide through his lips and touched Stacey's fat lower lip. She moaned and teased the end of her father's tongue with her little pink one. Matt sucked the little wet organ into his mouth and Stacey squirmed happily on her daddy's chest.

They broke the kiss at that moment when lovers know they should, and stared into each other's eyes. Stacey smiled innocently at her daddy, her beautiful face lit with joy.

Matt stared back, his face stunned and fearful. His hands still gripped her little butt cheeks, and she wiggled back against them. She pushed backward, playfully pressing her firm butt cheeks against her daddy's palms, until she felt something poke her between her legs.

She stopped and looked at Matt.

"What's that, Daddy?" she asked.

"Uh," Matt said. His cock was wedged against Stacey's labia. She had backed into his hard-on, and could feel it pressed between her legs. He struggled for something to say that wouldn't either terrify the child or gross her out, or traumatize her for life.

With no better ideas, he chose honesty.

"Uh, that's Daddy's cock, Princess," he said, deciding against the anatomically correct but rather silly sounding "penis".

"Cock?' the child repeated. The object of her query twitched against her soft, fat labia at the sound of the grown-up term coming from her pink, three year old lips.

"Yes," Matt acknowledged, hoping the conversation would stop there.

He had no such luck, however.

"I wanna see!" the child said, spinning off his chest and throwing back the bed clothes to expose her father's embarrassing erection.

Matt sat up and started to object, but the sight of his pretty, naked daughter, crouched on her knees next to him in the soft but adequate light coming through the doorway from the hall, reaching for his swollen cock where it jutted from his boxers, stopped him.

Stacey took her daddy's cock in both hands and lifted it from his abdomen.

"It's warm!" she said, turning to smile at Matt. "What's it for?"

"Well," Matt said, swallowing, "I pee through it...." he said.

"Really?" Stacey asked. She looked back and tipped her father's cock upward, looking at the end. She pointed at the hole in the end of Matt's cock head.

"Through here?" she asked.

"Yes," Matt said, somehow resisting the urge to hump is cock in his daughter's soft, warm hand, "And it does other things."

"Like what?" she asked. Her hands started moving up and down his cock, stroking it gently and slowly, exploring the texture of the veins on the surface. Matt moaned and lay back on the bed as his little girl gave him an accidental hand job.

"I think you're gonna find out pretty soon," he said ironically.

"What?" Stacey asked.

"When a man likes a girl a lot," Matt explained carefully, "His cock gets all hard. When she makes him feel good, it gets real big and squirts stuff."

"What stuff?" Stacey asked. Her hands moved tantalizingly slowly, pulling gently on her daddy's cock as she listened to his explanation.

"You wanna see?" Matt asked. He knew this was wrong, but he was beyond caring. No one had touched his cock but himself since Amy had left him a year ago, and though he knew he should stop what Stacey was doing, his cock did not.

Besides, he rationalized to himself, she was already doing it. What sense would it make to stop her now?

The damage, if any, had already been done.

"How?" Stacey asked.

"Just keep rubbing it like that." Matt said. Stacey looked at his hard cock and used both hands to pull up and down. He looked at her face, and saw that she was rapt. She gazed at his cock in awe, like it was some magical talisman.

"Faster, Baby," Matt gulped. Stacey picked up her pace, stroking the dry rod as she knelt next to her daddy. Matt stared at her naked body. Her skin was smooth and creamy. He loved the look of the crease where her thigh met her waist, and the little fold across her navel. He was going to lose it soon.

"Get ready, Princess," he gasped, "Daddy's gonna cum!"

"What does that - " Stacey started to ask, but was interrupted when Matt groaned, and his cock exploded in the little girl's small hands.

Stacey squealed when a thick white stream erupted from her daddy's cock and shot across his belly, followed by several more.

"Don't' stop!" Matt gasped. Stacey was just holding his drooling rod in her hand, and started pulling it at his exclamation.

Her small, delicate fingers were soon coated in thick semen, and she looked at her daddy as the flow of white goo oozed to a stop.

"Wow!" she breathed, "What is it?" Stacey lifted her dripping fingers to examine the slime covering them.

"It's semen," Matt said, "or cum."

"Which is it?" she asked, looking at him.

"Both." He said, smiling

"Cum," the child said thoughtfully, staring at the shiny fluid on her fingers. She lowered her hand to her daddy's stomach and slid her fingertips through the streaks of sperm that pooled there.

"It's slippery!" she said, smiling at Matt. He smiled back, pleased with her playfulness, but worried about the consequences of his actions. He watched his little girl yawn, unconsciously raising her semen-streaked hand to her mouth. He watched expectantly, but she didn't touch her lips with her fingers.

Instead, she wiped them on Matt's sheets and climbed back over his body, careful not to get the semen on her legs.

Lying down next to him, she smiled at Matt.

"'Night, Daddy," she said sleepily, then snuggled next to him and fell asleep almost immediately, seemingly unaffected by what had just transpired.

Matt lay awake, his semen drying on his stomach. What should he do? The fact that this should never have happened was a given. Now that the hormone levels in his blood steam were returning to normal, so was his capacity for reason.

His skin prickled, and he felt a flush of heat rush to his face.

What if she blabbed at daycare? What if Amy found out? What if Stacey was permanently damaged psychologically? What if she blabbed at daycare?

Matt breathed deeply to slow his heartbeat.

Whatever the repercussions, he knew one thing: he could never let this happen again. He lay on his back with his naked little girl's body pressed against his, her head nestled against his ribs. Is arm was settled around her, his hand resting on her bare hip.

Matt fell into an uneasy sleep, wondering what he would say to Stacey in the morning

His fingers made slow circles on the little girl's ass cheek.