From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: Camping  Mg   
      
      
      
      
      
   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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