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Camping  Mg


--Leslie Schmidt



The cold snap was unexpected, we certainly wouldn't have 
gone camping if I had known it was coming. We had sat, 
cuddled under a blanket, and watched the sun set behind 
the Blue Ridge Mountains, keeping a small fire going at 
our feet. There were hot dogs, then samores, some heady 
red wine for me, heated in a metal cup and a cup of hot 
cocoa for her. We had escaped the city after I picked Carly 
up from her daycare after skipping out of work early, I had 
packed the car the night before.

Now, as the sun set, so did the temperature. There was ice 
on the edge of the stream as we brushed our teeth and 
washed our faces. Then, in the dark and with shivers, we 
cuddled together in my sleeping bag, under a blanket. My 
five-year-old daughter felt so comfortable as I wrapped 
around her small frame. I nuzzled her hair which escaped 
from under the knit stocking cap. She felt so comfortable, 
her shoulder blades against my chest, her small rear 
pushing into my crotch, her legs bent, matching my knees, 
her feet wrapped together between my lower legs.

Through the knit long under ware shirt, I felt the smooth, 
supple shape of her chest and ribs. As I ran my hands 
across her, she snuggled closer and sighed. I moved my 
hand down and pulled gently on the shirt tail, snaking my 
hand underneath, then up along the soft, warm skin. She 
giggled quietly, "Your hand's cold." With the pad of my 
finger, I caressed one of her tiny nipples, she giggled again.

I rolled back slightly, pulling her with me and straightening 
my legs some. Then, I pushed my other hand into her 
crotch, pushing the stretched fabric of her long under ware 
until I felt the shape of her. I moved my hand up and down, 
massaging her pussy. Again, she sighed and humped 
slightly against my hand. She reached up, over her shoulder 
and onto the back of my neck, pulling my face down 
against the side of her head. I moved my hand up, then slid 
it under the waistband. Now, between the long-johns and 
cotton panties, I could feel the shape of her vulva and trace 
along her slit.

My cock was hard up against her ass, separated from her by 
the soft fabric of our clothes. I rolled back further and, my 
lovely preschooler knew what I wanted. My heart started to 
pound as she insinuated her tiny (cold!) hand through the 
layers of my fleece sweats and under shorts. Her little 
finger wrapped around my head and started a practiced, 
familiar stroking and pulling. As I pulled my hand back, 
then pushed it under her panties, Carly said, "I love you, 
Daddy."

"I love you too, darling," I ran my finger along her slit, 
feeling the slight preteen wetness between the soft hairless 
lips. Her clit was a stiff nub, I pushed further and she 
opened her legs wider, groaning softly as my finger slid 
into her tiny five-year-old vagina. As her ardor grew with 
my strokes, so did her rubbing of my enraged cock in her 
hand, her fingers wrapped around the head, the top against 
her palm. I started to hump against her hand as she did the 
same to mine. As she caught her breath, my finger probing 
deep into her, as her wetness coated my finger, spreading 
over her mound, I emptied my sack into her hand, smearing 
my cum along her wrist and lower arm.

We calmed down, our hands still in each other's clothes, 
our breath slowing. She turned around, curling into a ball, 
her knees against my stomach, her head under my chin, her 
feet between my thighs and we drifted off as the snow 
started to fall on the tent.


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