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        She had a slight cold, and the pediatrician had recommended giving her Benadryl to help her sleep.  And sleep she did - he smoothed the hair away from her angelic face as she lay heavily in his arms.  She was so beautiful, so precious, and so innocent...  He loved her so much that he sometimes felt his heart would burst with it.  There was nothing he wouldn't do for her.  But he struggled sometimes with physical feelings for her.  She aroused something in him; her pure, sweet innocence called to him in a way like nothing else.  He felt his cock twitch at the thought, some blood flowing where it shouldn't, as her perfect bottom lay nestled on his lap.  He knew it was wrong to feel this way, but what she did to his mind, his heart, and his body was undeniable.
	
	He ran his fingers through her long hair as she continued to doze deeply.  She was really out of it.  Her full lips parted slightly as she breathed evenly, her eyelids fluttering slightly as she dreamed.  He pulled his fingers out of her hair and ran the tip of his index finger slowly across her bottom lip, so soft, falling so easily into that perfect pout that guaranteed she got whatever she wanted.  Very gently, he slid his finger into her mouth and touched the tip of her warm, wet tongue.  It startled him when her lips closed around it and she began sucking gently, a leftover reflex from her long-gone bottle.  As she sucked softly on his finger, blood finished flowing into his cock, leaving him with an iron-stiff hard on.  He loved cradling her like this, like the baby she no longer was.  She would be grown up and gone before the blink of an eye, or at least interested in guys, other men that would eventually replace him in her heart...  As he contemplated her sleeping body, a thought began to form in the back of his mind.  Why is it wrong to love her so much?  Why is it wrong to show her that love, express it to her in the way that our bodies are made to?  And what could it hurt if she never knew, didn't remember? And the thought of being able to do with her as he pleased, blissfully unaware and unable to oppose him in her unconsciousness, was too tempting.

	He stood up slowly with her in his arms, aware of his hard dick readjusting as he moved, and felt a large spread of precum wetting the fabric of his shorts.  She snuffled lightly, but appeared not to notice the movement, still deeply out of it.  He laid her gently down on the bedspread, her head falling slightly to the side, her little dress rucked up to her thighs, knees casually spread open.  She was incomparably beautiful to him.  He took the hem of her dress and folded it up above her waist, exposing her white panties with the lace trim and purple bows.  They framed the puffy mound underneath, tugging at it slightly so that her cleft showed through the fabric.  He rubbed his hard dick through his jeans with one hand as he stared down at that perfect little indention in her panties, where her slit ran down between her legs to meet the twin bubbles of her round cheeks.   

What could it hurt to just touch her?  He reached down and through the fabric of her panties, took her lips in his fingers and gently squeezed them.  He had touched her there a thousand times -- to change her diaper, to wipe her, to pull up her panties, towel her off after a bath, but never in this way, with this purpose.  His cock was painfully hard and needed to be released from its confinement, so he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, and slid them down with his boxers.  His hard pole sprang free, dripping a string of precum from the tip.  He cupped his hand and slid it down his shaft, spreading the slipperiness, and started stroking himself slowly while he reached down and grasped her mound again.  He placed his thumb squarely where her clit should be and pressed down, burrowing between her lips, and found the tiny nub of it.  He ground his thumb gently in slow circles around her clit as he stroked his cock.  The warmth emanating through the fabric was tantalizing.  After a few moments, he thought, it can't be, but he definitely felt dampness.  He dragged his thumb down her panty-clad slit, parting her lips underneath, and found a spreading wet spot where her hole should be.  I'll be damned.  Her body was responding to him, even though she wasn't even conscious.  What he is doing feels good to her, even though she doesn't know it is happening.  

	Emboldened by this revelation, he gently hooked the crotch of her panties with his finger and pulled it aside, revealing her perfectly smooth, baby-soft, hairless pussy.  He slid his fingertip down her slit, and sure enough, there was a line of moisture gathering there.  He gently spread her lips with his fingers to see her tiny hole, her tiny button of a clit, so perfectly and exquisitely formed in miniature.  Suddenly he had the irresistible urge to taste her, to taste her sweetness on his tongue.  He let go of her and knelt on the bed, pulling her panties down and off, leaving her genitals naked to his desires.  Then he leaned down to her smooth little mound and deeply inhaled her scent.  She smelled like baby soap and flowers, her own perfume, with a slight hint of pee.  Her scent was so heady swirling around in his mind, he almost felt faint from it.  He carefully placed his mouth on her - she was so small that her entire pussy fit within his open lips.  He extended his tongue and pushed it through her lips to find her little hole.  Her sweetness was breathtakingly delicious.  There was no hint of muskiness or other complex flavors, just pure nectar.  He swirled his tongue there for a moment and then pulled his tongue up her slit to her tiny clit.  He very gently sucked it into his mouth and kneaded it with his tongue.  She breathed a little sigh, making him jerk up to see if she was still asleep. Her eyes didn't open, and she seemed to be just as deeply out of it as before, but clearly she felt what he was doing and was aware of it on some level.  He wondered, will her body remember this, even if she doesn't know it consciously?  Will her body want to feel it again?

	He leaned back down and continued to work her tiny button with his tongue, pausing periodically to run it down her slit to catch her increasing juices, and then further down to her little rosebud of an asshole.  He pointed his tongue to penetrate it with the tip, again finding nothing but sweetness to her.  He cock was purple and straining, more engorged than it had ever been in his life.  He felt like he might cum on the bedspread without even touching it, pushed over the edge by her erotic innocence, the subconscious response from her sexually awakening body.  He returned to her clit and gave it more concerted attention, lapping her with small strokes while he caressed her lips and the soft insides of her thighs with his fingers.  She continued to make little noises, turning into something that sounded almost like whimpers, encouraging him further.  Then suddenly she let out a little cry, and juices flooded from her hole, running down her smooth lips.  He wiped his finger in the wetness, marveling that she was able to cum at that age, that she was able to respond to him in that way.  It was the singularly most erotic thing he had ever encountered.  He was afraid that now that he had felt her and tasted her, he would never be able to get enough.

	Inspired by her orgasm, he wanted to share his with her.  He pulled himself up to kneel between her porcelain thighs, and wiped the head of his throbbing dick down her slit, lubricating it with her juices and leaving a trail of precum in her pussy.  It felt so good that he continued to rub the head up and down her crack, watching her small, swollen lips part around the engorged head.  He realized that he wanted to see and touch more of her, so he pushed her dress up further, revealing her girlish chest with her flat, pink nipples.  He rubbed the babyish nipples around in circles and gently pinched one nub between his fingers, causing another little sigh.  His body needed release, right now.  His hard on was aching, engorged, the veins distended.  It looked so big in his hand compared to her tiny body.  He lifted his cock up from her slit and began working his shaft with his hand, lubricated with her juices.  He settled down slightly to let his balls rest on her pussy, and he could feel the sack gently slapping it as he stroked himself.   He left her nipples for a moment and reached down between her legs to wipe some of her wetness onto his fingers.  Then he gently inserted them into her mouth again, and sure enough, her small lips closed on them and started to suckle, taking in the mixture of her juice and his precum.  He imagined the head of his cock in there instead of his fingers, and it was more than he could take.  His balls tightened up into his body and he started to spasm.  Long strings of hot white cum erupted from the tip of his cock, flying onto her belly, her flat chest, and even reaching her face, spraying across her lips, cheeks, and bridge of her upturned little nose.  He continued to pulse and ooze cum, now running down the shaft and dripping onto her already soaked pussy.  He felt like he was going to black out as he continued to pulse and twitch; he had never cum so hard in his life.  As his breathing began to slow and his shaking subsided, he surveyed her, realizing that he had basically covered her entire small body with his cum.  He wiped his finger in a pearl of it on her chin and stuck it her mouth, where she dutifully sucked it off.  He leaned down and kissed her softly, touching his tongue to hers, tasting her sweet juices and his mild cum mingling in their mouths with their shared spit.  He was completely, utterly, and permanently overcome.

	He finally had enough strength back to raise himself up and start to clean up.  He took her dress off over her head and gently wiped her with a washcloth, then pulled on her pajamas, struggling a little with the dead weight of her limbs.  After he got dressed himself, he gathered her back up into his arms and cradled her again, marveling at her beautiful sleeping form and what she had done to him.  He eventually dozed off himself, and woke some time later as she stirred in his arms.  Her eyelids fluttered open, and as her eyes focused on him, a breathtaking smile spread across her face, as it always did when she saw him.  "Daddy!  Good morning.  Why are you holding me?"  He hesitated for a moment, then answered, "You were sleeping so soundly from the medicine that I was a little worried about you, so I held you while you slept."  "Oh," she replied with a sleepy little yawn.  As she stretched, her hand wandered down between her legs and began absentmindedly rubbing herself there.  "What are you doing, sweetheart?"  She paused for a second, then said, "I don't know, Daddy.  It feels funny down there."  A stab of adrenaline shot through him, sudden doubt and misgivings gripping him.  "Funny in what way, honey?"  She considered for a moment, clearly struggling to describe something that she didn't have the words for yet.  "I don't know, just good.  It feels good down there.  Daddy, I had a dream last night...  I know this sounds weird, but I dreamed that you touched me there, and it felt really good.  Would you touch me there for real?"  Warmth spread through his body, suffusing it with light.  "Of course, honey.  Anything for you."




