Dreams of Heather

"Dave?" In my dream, Heather called my name. I could see her standing by the edge of a wood, naked, back turned. It could have been a bigger version of the hedge around my garden; you know how it is with dreams. She called my name again.

I was naked too, a raging hardon clutched in my fist as I went after her. I couldn't tell if I was getting closer, and my cock was getting harder and harder, painfully hard, and I didn't seem to be able to catch her. She called out to me again.

"Dave?"

Huh?

Hah! The room was dark, but not so dark. Heather was clearly visible at my door, touselled hair, cute white pjs, tiny little pik hearts all over top and shorts. I focused my brain, becoming conscious of the raging hardon that had followed my out of my dreams of this lovely little girl now standing, night-rumpled and restless, in my doorway.

"Heather, honey," I said softly. "You OK babe?"

"I can't sleep," she replied, peering from under her bangs, hands clasped low. "I'm restless, too warm. Abby snores."

I smiled. I sat myself up a little, held out a hand. She approached and I hugged her gently, my hand holding her by her hip. "She does a little, doesn't she?" I answered, stroking her hip through her soft cotton pj shorts. "You want a drink of water or something?"

She hesitated, looked at me, saw nothing but encouragement in my eyes. "I... I want to sleep with you," she whispered.

I slipped my hand into her shorts, working them down a little. My hand cupped her butt, a fantastic feeling, cool, smooth, soft. I squeezed gently. "Why'd you want to sleep with me, honey?" I asked, brushing a fall of hair away from her face and stroking a finger down her cheek. I pulled her a little closer.

"I... I just do..." she murmured, touching my arm hesitantly. I smiled up at her, and worked her shorts down past her bum. I fondled her butt slowly, letting my fingers rove across her smooth curves and dip towards her deepest crevice. I felt her shiver the tiniest bit.

Right my girl, I know where you're going, I thought.

"OK, sweetie, but there's a condition you know? I sleep naked, so you have to be naked too, OK." I didn't wait for her answer, just pushed her shorts down. They slipped easily past her knees to pool around her ankles. "Take your top off," I told her.

Quickly, with no fuss, she pulled her top off and dropped it on her shorts, standing gorgeously naked before me in the dim light. I squeezed her butt firmly and whipped the bedclothes back with my other hand, indicating she should climb up, over me and into the bed. She gasped slightly at the sight of my cock standing hard and tall, but her hesitation was brief. She clambered over my legs, avoiding my cock, and shuffled up to sit next to me in the bed.

Her eyes strayed to my hardon again, then to my face.

"Your dick is hard again," she whispered. "Is it always hard?"

"Only around lovely little girls like you, sweetie," I reply. "You and Abby make me hard all the time. You don't think you can come into my room at night, let me feel your butt, take off your clothes and not give me a hardon, do you?"

My voice was stern, confusing her. She looked down. I laughed, and asked the question to which I reckoned I knew the answer.

"Is your daddy's dick hard, Heather?" I watched her bite her lip, look down at my crotch. "Sometimes." Her voice was low; I had to lean over to hear her properly. "Only sometimes. Mosttimes he's drunk." As she said this she looked up, a tiny spark of defiance, of indignation in her eyes.

I smiled and reached down to stroke her slik-smooth thigh. "Well I'm not drunk, sweetie," I said. "Does your daddy fuck your pussy?"

"Yes." There was a trace --- more than a trace --- of scorn in her voice. I grinned inwardly. Having tasted better than her daddy, she wanted more, the greedy little slut! Well, I could certainly manage another helping or two of sweet-seven Heather's pretty little cunt.

"Would you like me to be your daddy instead, tonight?" I asked, stroking her high inside her thigh. "Uh-huh," she replied, gazing at me hungrily. "OK, Heather, honey. You call me Daddy, then, OK? Call me Daddy and be a good girl, do what Daddy says, OK?"

I hunkered down next to her and kissed the side of her belly, my fingers stroking up her thigh to linger softly, almost tickling, around her lovely little bald pussy.

"Open your legs a little, honey," I ordered, stroking her soft, smooth pussy lips with the tip of my finger. "You are so gorgeous, Heather, you know? You're really pretty and your little body was made to be loved. Really loved, properly." I traced the cleft of her pussy, once, twice, pushing my finger a little harder. I teased my finger slowly between her lips. Her spread thighs twitched. Wider.

"Do you want me to put my finger inside?" I asked gently. "Ask me, Heather, ask Daddy."

Her voice trembled, sounding lower and thicker than it had. "Finger my pussy, Daddy. Put your finger in my pussy. In my cunt."

I heard her intake of breath as she used the word, but it sounded good from her little lips, really good. Finger my cunt, Daddy. You bet, baby.

I slipped my finger up her cunt. She was already a little wet, and there was no wall of resitance, no hymen to spoil my fun. I teased her for a while, my finger working up her soft, warm cunt. Mmm. I had to taste her.

Turning over, I pushed her legs farther apart and lay between them. Her pussy lips were spread apart in front of me, her lovely pink-dark cunt open, her little clitty-hood looking red and a tiny bit swollen. I put my thumbs either side, holding her open, and pushed my tongue into her hole. She moaned. I licked greedily, her open lips, her clitty, deep into her cunt, tasting her freshness, her youth, her sweet musky girlhood. Delicious! Delicious little seven-year-old cunt! "What do you want, Heather?" I demanded.

"Uhh. Lick my... lick me... lick my cunt, Daddy," she moaned, her hands on top of mine as I spread her pussy lips wider and gobbled her cunt. My mouth was all over her pussy, sucking her tiny little clitty, my tongue trying to reach as far into her as I could, slurping her little juices hungrily. Gorgeous.

Suddenly I leaped up, my cock springing forward. I knelt between her legs, caught hold of her shoulders and pulled her forwards. "You want to suck my cock, Heather?" I asked. She looked at me, nodded. "Say it!" "Please can I suck your cock, Daddy? Please can I suck your big, hard cock?"

"Suck it, girl," I ordered, taking my cock in one hand and her head in the other. "Suck me off now." I pushed my cock into her mouth; she took it in readily and began sucking sweetly, but I was in a fine old way now. I took her head in both hands and began to push her back and forth. Heather gave a sweet blowjob, but I wanted a hard mouthfuck from her.

"Take it in, girl," I commanded, bucking my hips smoothly in time with her bobbing head. "Don't fight it, take it in. I'm gonna fuck your mouth you little slut. Daddy's gonna fuck your sweet little mouth."

Mmm. That felt good, my cock surging backwards and forwards in her tight little mouth, my hands holding her steady, forcing her to keep sucking whether she wanted to stop or not. Fuck it I was horny, the memories of my dream were still with me --- unattainable Heather always receding, teasing me with her nakedness. Well she was now well and truly attained, and she wasn't going anyway soon.

"Ah, yeah, girl, that's real good. Fucking hell that's good. Ah, yeah, you know, I'm gonna cum in your mouth, girl. I'm gonna fuckin' cum in your mouth, fill you up, and I want you to fuckin' swallow it all, yeah? You swallow it, girl, 'cos I'm fuckin'... cummin'.... fuckin'... Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

I jerked forwards, ejaculating strongly, my cock deep in Heather's mouth. Ah, yeah! Several long spurts, and dribbles of cum burst from her lips and oozed down her chin. She clearly couldn't take it all, but she tried pretty hard, sucking fiercely after the first shock. I slowed down, and she milked the last cum drops from me. I pulled my wet, red cock from her mouth and sat back on my feet. "Sweet, Heather. You drank Daddy's cum like a good little slut."

She looked a little shocked, a little disappointed. Perhaps she thought that was game over. I grinned at her wolfishly. "That was just because you were in my dream, honey. That was my dream-you that did that. If you want me to fuck the real-you in your pussy you're gonna have to work at it, yeah?"

Without another breath I went down on her again. I pulled her down the bed by her hips, raised her knees and pushed them apart so her beautiful little pussy was displayed to its finest. Again I licked and sucked on her soft, smooth, girlish parts; she was wetter, smelled more strongly of musk than before. Her cunt was warmer, flushed with blood. She clearly like been treated mean by her new Daddy.

"Tell me what you want, girl," I demanded.

"Unh, I want... Unh... I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel your big cock inside me, in my cunt, in my pussy."

In a little while, my girl. I paused, lifting her legs up. "Hold your legs up," I ordered, and pushed her legs back so her butt rose up and her asshole joined her cunt on open display. I licked her asshole, relishing the stronger night-time tastes, tastes of a sweaty evening under a thick duvet. I forced my tongue in, making her gasp out loud.

Her asshole slimy with my saliva I pushed a finger in, driving it deep into her rectum in a single push. I knew from fucking her ass this morning that she opened pretty easy; little daddy-fucking whore! Yeah, in deep it went, right up her hot little ass. I finger-fucked her asshole and licked her wet cunt while she moaned and writhed.

"Talk to me, Heather," I said. "Tell me what you like."

"Unh, ohh, I like it Daddy... Unh... I like your finger inside me... up my butt... licking my pussy... unh unh unh..."

OK, time for something I little different. My massive cumload into Heather's mouth seemed to have made me more, not less, horny, and I wanted to see how far my little preteen whore would go. I sat up and looked at her, sprawled, legs held open, sweet face flushed, damp, crotch the same.

"OK, baby, do this for me. See the baby oil there?" I indicated the bottle I keep by the bed. She slowly unwound herself from her sex-contortion and looked across at the bottle. She looked back, a little hint of wonder in her eyes. I turned around and knelt on all fours, my butt pointing towards her.

"Get oil on your hands and stick your finger up my butt. I want you to stick your finger up my butt, yeah?"

I sensed her confusion, but heard her reach for the bottle. "Yeah?" I called back.

"Yes, Daddy," she replied. "Tell me," I said. "I'm gonna stick my finger up your butt, Daddy," she answered, a little shakily. Whether she felt weird or not I neither knew nor cared, and after a moment's pause I felt warm, slippy hands on my butt and a little finger probing gingerly towards my asshole. I stroked my cock, hard again by now.

"Come on girl, it won't bite. And I had a bath last night! Finger-fuck my ass!"

She didn't need another prompt. I felt a delicious pressure as her little finger slid smoothly up my asshole. "Mmmm, nice, sweetie. Here, hold my cock with your other hand. Yeah, good. Now squeeze my cock and finger my butt."

If you've never had a little girl's finger up your ass, you haven't lived. It's such a lovely feeling, especially when she's squeezing and pulling your cock like a pro at the same time. No fear of her not getting a hard shaft up her lil pussy. But not quite yet.

"That's real sweet, honey," I murmured, rocking backwards and forwards slightly. "Try two fingers, now. It's OK, you're not gonna hurt me. See, two is easy. OK, yeah... nice. Now... bunch three together... yeah, that's it! You got it. Three finger girl! Mmmm that feels good. Now the biggie. Tuck your thumb and pinky in and push gently."

I braced myself and pushed back, relaxing slowly. I felt myself stretch, but not far --- a seven-year-old's hand is not that big! --- and suddenly she was in.

"Yeah, Heather, you dirty girl!" I called. "You're fisting Daddy's ass! You lovely little slut!"

For a long moment we hung there, me on my knees, cock raging, Heather looking both bewlidered and totally little-girl-horny with her fist all the way up my ass. I got her to twist her wrist around, and the sensation of her hand turning in my ass was the biggest turn-on I'd had in a long, long time. Well, fucking Abby's lil butt for the first time was pretty awe-inspiring, now I think about it...

By now my cock was painfully hard once more, but Heather still had more work to do. I pulled forward; her hand plopped out of my ass with a deep sucking sound. "Mmmmm, sweet, girl," I said, "sweet. Now, lick my ass."

I sensed her hesitation. "C'mon, girl, lick me out!"

She didn't hesitate long. I felt her hands on my butt, then a warm breath on my skin and a gentle flick of a tongue near my asshole. "Mmmm. Atta girl. Lick my ass, Heather. I wanna feel your tongue."

Feel it I did. Her soft little tongue began to carress my asshole, a delicious feeling. Sensation tingled through my balls and my dick throbbed in reply. I looked down, back through my legs to see her crouched there, busy. Her licking got stronger as her confidence increased, and a little hand seized my slippery cock and began stroking in time. Fabulous! Rimmed and jerked by a horny seven-year old! Tell me what's better than that.

For several minutes I encouraged her, getting her to push her tongue up my ass and cup her hand around the head of my cock, twisting gently. I moaned her name repeatedly, calling her a good girl, a little doll, daddy's little whore. She whispered back, now quite beside herself: "I love the taste of your ass, Daddy... Your cock is so hard Daddy..."

Man. Loathe as I was to break up her rimming party, it was time for a little action. I sat back, turned, caught her up and kissed her fiercely. She kissed back. I squashed her to me, letting her feel the hard thrust of my cock against her belly. She moaned.

I pushed her back across the bed. "Turn round, slut, I wanna fuck your ass again." I turned her round, a little more roughly now that I knew she was a little whore at heart. I spread her legs, lifted her butt just so, twisting a finger into her ass. I sensed a little apprehension. "You want this, Heather? Want do you want?"

"I... I want... you to fuck my butt... Daddy" she panted. I grinned. Heather clearly liked to be kept in her place. She liked Daddy to be firm with her. Good, 'cos she'd got me so wound up that romance was now a distant second to fucking this hot little girl every which way.

"Good girl. You really got me going, Heather, 'cos you're such a little slut. Are you a little slut, Heather?"

"Yeah!" Her panting came more strongly now as I manouevered my cock up to her butt, slipping it up and down her buttcrack for a little. "Yeah, Daddy, I'm a slut, Daddy. Fuck my asshole, Daddy! Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me fuck me!"

I slid my cock up her asshole. Ohhhh. Just as before it went in real easy, real smooth, and yet it was still real tight. I rocked and bucked, my hands on her hips, her butt rocking back towards me in rythym. What a glorious tight little fuck-hole her ass was, hot and grasping around my rigid dick. I leaned forward, over her, with my hands on the bed either side, enveloping her little body as I fucked her sweet ass. I fingered her flat chest, tweaking her hard little nipples, making her yelp.

Now I'm no Peter North but I'm no tiny-dicked wonder either; Heather took me all the way up her ass. My dick must have been half way up her fucking colon --- buried to the root in her hot little butt --- but she took it all the way, and her moaning like a little whore, shivering and shuddering and rocking. Fantastic. She was the hottest piece of preteen ass I'd ever had; shit, she was the hottest piece of any ass I'd ever had. Still is to this day.

One more lesson. Reluctantly I pulled my dick from her ass. "Turn around babe," I ordered. She did so, still on all fours, her face flushed, glowing, damp, her eyes like wild animal eyes, her lips parted, breath panting.

"Suck my cock, girl. Taste your ass on my cock. Fucking gobble it up now."

She sucked. No hesitation, no doubt, she just slurped my ass-wet cock straight in and sucked like a whore. I leaned back, hands behind my head and marvelled at this little sex-crazed seven-year-old gobbling my cock, the cock that had just been rammed up her asshole. OK, baby doll, you've sure earned a fuck.

I disengaged and lay back. I held my cock straight up, glistening in the dim light. Heather crouched beyond it like a tiger ready to pounce.

"Fuck me, Heather. Slide your hot little cunt onto me and fuck me."

She gave a low, animal moan, a sound that didn't seem to stop as she squirmed on top of me, raising herself above my rigid cock, then pushing herself down, impaling her tight, hot cunt on me. She was sopping wet, dripping with slimy cunt-cream, tight as the best kind of toy, hot as hell. Her face was a mask of lust, the raw heat of sex etched across every line of her little-girl features. She was nothing now but a fuck-machine. All she wanted was my hard cock filling her tiny cunt, stretching her, fucking her, making her cum again and again.

She fucked me on top for a good, long while, her whole body jerking and trembling, her hands braced on my chest. Then, with me holding my cock steadily vertical, she carefully turned, still impaled to face away, fucking me still. I watched her lovely, tight little ass bobbing up and down as her cunt devoured me, then grasped her hips and slowly, one leg at a time, raised myself so I was fucking her from behind. My dick never once left her cunt; we were both so swollen that I wasn't sure we actually could break apart.

I dogged her round the bed, slapping her butt every now and then. I stepped down to the floor, still fucking her, she sprawled over the bed as I slammed her cunt, my belly slapping her butt with a slippery wet sound each time. I lifted her left leg onto the bed, then carefully turned her over, my dick still tight up her sopping wet cunt. Both legs up and I squeezed her thighs together to see how tight she could be. Fucking tight. Gloriously fucking tight.

I got her to wrap her legs round my waist, then scooped her up. I carried her round the room, fucking her. She bounced herself up and down, that low animal noise from deep in her throat never far away. We kissed like a pair of ravening beasts, licking each others' faces, sucking each others' lips. "Daddy Daddy Daddy oh Daddy," she moaned, her hungry lips seeking mine, her tight cunt squeezing again as another little-girl orgasm wracked her soft, slippery body.

On the edge of the dresser, full in front of the mirror we fucked, both watching our reflections, looking into each others eyes.

I carried her through to the spare bedroom across the hall, fucked her from behind there.

I carried her down the hall to the dining space, fucked her on the edge of the big table, leaving long smears of cream behind.

I carried her into the living area and fucked her on the back of the sofa, she leaning way back, me supporting her while I ploughed her tight little-girl's cunt.

She was getting limp now, exhausted, nearly in a swoon as I carried her back once more to my room. I sat her on the edge of the bed, layed her gently back and gazed down at her wet, red face, touselled hair, heaving chest with its two tiny, red, angry nipples, and her slick, swollen pussy mound, bald, puffy, split by a hot pink cleft and filled by the hardest cock I'd ever had.

I took two more deep strokes into her and came. Wave after wave of cum spurted up inside her. She yelped and shuddered, cumming again herself as my semen filled her again and again, great long blasts that seemed to go on forever...

Forever... I came up Heather's tight wet cunt forever...

But forever ended eventually and I subsided onto the bed, lying gasping in a wet, sticky heap. I felt Heather crawl up and snuggle in beside me, her leg cocked up across mine. I felt semen running out of cunt as she pressed against me. I hugged her, reaching down to kiss her soft little lips. I smiled. She smiled back.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, "thank you Dave."