The Dream

by Leslie Schmidt


When I first woke up, I thought it had been a dream but the 
evidence, more than just the sleeping toddler in bed with 
me, suggested otherwise.  As I came back to bed from the 
bathroom I was stopped in my tracks when I saw the dry 
but worn pull-ups on the floor. I pulled the covers back 
and, sure enough, Marie was naked from the waist down. 
The memories flooded back.

Marie is two and a half-almost three.  She's at that in-
between age were she only still wears a pull-ups at night.  I 
guess she really doesn't need them.  My sister had put her 
to bed around nine and we had finished up the evening 
watching the late news and then Jay's monolog.  I crashed 
in the spare bedroom.  I vaguely remember the rest.

I was sound asleep when she pushed under the covers next 
to me.  I put my arm around her small frame, the cotton 
nightie, she cuddled against my side.  Somewhere, in the 
fog, I felt her little hand run along my cock, small fingers 
and thumb circling the flare of the head through my briefs, 
tugging slightly.  Then two small hands worked there way 
under the elastic and cupped my rising cock, sliding up and 
down it, then one ran over my nuts, gently moving them 
around in the sack while the other hand continued to 
squeeze and pull on my cock head.

I reached across my chest with my right hand and ran my 
hand over the side of her face and into her hair, my other 
hand was on the back of her thighs.  Then I reached down 
and worked my under shorts down over my hips and butt.

It was totally dark in the room, I couldn't see anything, 
only feel as the tiny little girl rolled onto her back next to 
me and raised her hips, pushing her pull-ups down, then 
worked them off her feet.  The covers were pushed down 
with this and I felt the soft paper and plastic pants brush 
against my thigh, then heard the small noise of them hitting 
the floor next to the bed.  Then she sat up again and, 
without saying a word knelt next to me. 

She grasped my cock again with both hands, her feet were 
cold in my armpit, her calf along my side, as she leaned 
over and I felt her mouth on my head.  My cock was upside 
down in the little one's mouth, the top of my bulb against 
her tongue, the glans fitting into the roof of her mouth.  I 
ran my hand up her back and into her hair, holding the back 
of her head as she rocked back and forth.  She was 
breathing hard through her nose and sucking hard on my 
schlong.  I lifted the hem of her nightie and ran my hand 
around her side, my other hand holding the shaft of my 
enraged dick.

With her bent over like that, on her knees, I wasn't able to 
push my hand between her thighs, so I just covered her side 
with my hand, moving with her, my other hand on the back 
of her head, my fingers interlaced in her hair.

She didn't object at all as I directed movements, humping 
my cock in and out of her tiny mouth, and as I became 
more desperate, building higher and higher, she seemed to 
concentrate harder on my cock.  I made two last short 
strokes into her face and then blew, catching my breath as I 
filled her mouth.  She didn't pull back at all but clamped 
down, sucking hard and swallowing, working her mouth 
and throat to get every bit of the sperm I was feeding her.

My heart was pounding like it had never done before as I 
sank down and we both relaxed.  I dropped my hands and 
she let my dick go.

Then, again, there was movement as she lifted up. She 
stood up on the bed, then one of her feet pushed on my 
right shoulder and she sort of fell forward, digging a knee 
painfully into my other shoulder.  More squirming and then 
her thighs on my cheeks and the softness of her little cunt 
settled on my mouth, her nightie fell across my forehead.

Instinctively, I pushed my tongue out along her slit.  She 
smelled slightly of urine as she ground her tiny smooth sex 
against me. I had my hands on her thighs and hips, her 
hands were on my forehead as she pushed against me and I 
pushed my tongue up and as far inside her as the tip would 
go.  She gasped, raising off me, just hovering her pussy in 
the darkness above my mouth, my tongue still flicking over 
her tiny clit, then sank down again, relaxing, her arms on 
the pillow above my head, my nose being scrunched by her 
belly, her chest on my forehead.

Again there was movement as she rolled off of me, then 
slid back down between the covers and cuddled against my 
side.  That's the last I remember until about 5:50 when I 
got up to take a leak.  I climbed back in bed with the 
sleeping child and dozed off again-Saturday morning.

A couple of minutes later, Marie got up and went into the 
bathroom.  I could see from the bed as she climbed up on 
the commode and tinkled, her nightie hiked up around her 
chest.  Then she padded back, leaving to toilet unflushed, 
and crawled in next to me-I was feigning sleep.  She 
threw her leg across my thigh, her soft pussy was against 
my hip, my cock lay along her thigh.  I cupped her ass with 
my hand.  The clock next to the bed read 7:05.

She looked up at me and smiled.

"Good morning," I said.

She brought her hand up to her mouth and put an upright 
finger across her lips, "Shhhhhh."  Then, laying her head 
back down on my chest, she moved that hand to my cock 
and started petting it.  My heart started to pound again as it 
swelled and hardened along her thigh.

I tentatively probed down between her legs with my finger, 
feeling her soft pussy lips, and was encouraged when she 
pushed her butt up.  I pushed the tip of my finger along the 
slit and she shivered, then wrapped her little hand around 
my cock and started jerking me off in earnest. She wasn't 
really wet at all, more sort of a damp stickiness in the soft 
folds of her sex, so I had to be really gentle not to pull on 
any of her sensitive parts and hurt her.

She shivered a couple of more times, now humping against 
my thigh, then lifted her head up and looked at me.  "You 
must be quiet, we can't wake mommy," she whispered.

Next she climbed up on top of me, her knees on either side 
of my hips, and pushed her pussy against me enraged cock.  
She lifted up and pulled her nightie off, her dark hair falling 
free around her shoulders and down across her flat chest. 
With her hands on my shoulders, she started to rub along 
my cock, rocking back and forth giving frontage and 
grinding against me.  As she moved, she started breathing 
with her movements.

I wrapped my hands around her small ass cheeks and gently 
slid her foreword so she was now rubbing the head of my 
cock against herself.  I could feel the tiny clam shell 
opening slightly and, after she moved foreword and then 
would start to slide back, my dick head would get 
momentarily hung up in the small socket.  She rocked 
faster and pushed harder, I noticed some small beads of 
sweat on her forehead and upper lip.

I was building too, now directing her movement, holding 
her thighs and ass cheeks, as I humped to meet her.  She 
caught her breath and bore down hard against me.  At the 
same time my dick head was nestled in the opening of her 
pussy and I fired.  As she just pushed down, it seemed she 
was trying to get me inside her, I pumped my semen into 
her baby sex.  Of course, there was no penetration, I was 
just blowing on the entrance, maybe pumping a few drops 
of my cum up inside her.

Now she was laying down on my chest, her head nestled 
under my chin.  I pulled the covers up over her shoulders, 
my cock still against the slimy opening to her sex.

"Well, I see you two get along well."

My sister was standing in the doorway.

"Get her cleaned up, then bring her to me and I'll dress 
her."  She turned and went back toward her bedroom.
