Pacifier (Mg, extreme-ped, inc, oral) By Silent Steps --------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is entirely coincidental. If you are under eighteen years old, or if it is illegal in your community to read explicit stories depicting sex between adults and minors, or if you are offended by such material, close this and go do something else. Do not contact me attempting to arrange illegal activities or the trading of illegal material. In short, let's keep this legal - that way, we can keep it fun. Thank you. --------------------------------------------------- I honestly don't know where my little girl gets it from. I've slept through storms since I was in my crib, perhaps better than on a clear evening. Yet here's little Caitlyn shaking me awake... again... clutching her stuffed panda bear under and armpit and sniffling pitifully. "Daddy, daddy..." "Shh, sweetie." I dutifully go to comfort her, slowly blinking sleep away from my eyes and sitting upright in my bed. She slides up against me, climbing the lower mattress like a stair, and burrowing herself into my chest. There's a sudden flash of lightning, and her little body quivers. My wife stirs, lifting the eye pillow she always wears so she can see what the fuss is about. When she sees what's going on, she just smiles softly and shifts back into a resting position. That's her way of saying 'your turn, dad'. Honestly? I'm fine with this. It's not as if I mind doing my 'daddy duties', not even at 2 in the morning. My little Caitlyn is worth it. At only three and a half years old, she's basically nothing but a tiny, squeezable doll. She has the cutest bowl-cut shoulder-length hair you ever saw, dark as night like her mother, and deep brown eyes. Her cheeks are still puffy and kissable as can be. Who needs rest, when such a beautiful child is in need of coddling? Perhaps I spoil, but hey, it's a weakness. "It's just a little storm." I whisper, as I hold her to my chest and caress her soft hair. "It's scawwy." She whimpers, then pops her thumb into her mouth. I can feel my cock hardening at this sight of something being suckled by her tiny lips. A father's instincts, I guess - thats what they teach here, anyway, in the Community. They say that a man's cock naturally hardens for his children when they seek comfort, to provide nourishment or love. If that's true, so many fathers are denying a very basic biological function by fighting off this urge. I can believe it. I've come twice today already and I'm hard as iron just holding her. She's in her cute little pokadot PJs, adding an extra, fuzzy layer of softness to her already squishy little body. I lovingly fondle her small buttocks as I cradle her to my chest, letting her decide what she needs. If she just wants to feel my heartbeat in her ears and fall asleep in mommy and daddy's bed, I won't mind. My penis is there for my beloved child, when she wants it. And then I feel her small, socked feet find my erection and rest against its side, just sort of holding it in place. She wouldn't be able to reach that far at her height if I wasn't sitting up. The storm only gets louder as minutes pass. It doesn't seem like its going to let up. After a time, I feel her tugging at my night shirt, and I see that she is looking up at me. "Daddy." "Shhh..." I whisper, thinking of my wife. "What is it, pumpkin?" "I wanna bottle." She says, simply. I feel her heels press in together at the root of my cock. It's wilted slightly, but just like that, it comes back to full attention. It is, and always will be, my baby's bottle. Whenever and wherever she needs it. "Well, mommy's sleeping, so lets go back to your bed." I whisper, gathering her small body in my arms. She is okay with this, and clutches my neck, bringing her flat chest against mine. I kiss her soft, pillowy cheek as I stand, my erection tenting my underwear as I carry her. She weighs almost nothing. My balls tingle as they begin producing food for the child. Mother nature really awes you when you're a parent. The way your body just knows when it's time to nurse. The blood fills your cock without restraint, and you can just feel the milk filling your prostate up to its limits. It's difficult to walk like this, but luckily, she is right across the hall. I set her in her small bed, kissing her tiny nose. "Bottle..." She whispers again, now looking down at my crotch with big round eyes, her lips wet. "Daddy's here, honey." I coo, pulling my boxers down and off. Her stare is honed in on my erection, the source of food, comfort and love. It's astonishing that we men are equipped with the means to both create and pacify a child in one, single tool. I sidle up on the pillow beside her and she slides up on my thigh. Her tiny hand grasps what it can hold of my cock as she tilts it her way, taking it into her mouth without ceremony. There it is - her warm, soft suckle. She visibly relaxes, even though a roll of thunder trails over us. It's all okay now, as long as daddy's taste and smell are all around her. As I nurse my child, I reach down her little pjs and slip my hand down the front of her pants. She doesn't fuss - she just happily keeps suckling as I feel up her pudgy, hairless pussy lips. I have a particular love affair with toddler pussy - the way it extends with baby fat, the way it tastes when you eat it. I'll never forget being surrounded by the scent of baby powder as I licked her in her infancy, listening to her gurgle and blurb in her made-up baby language. Tonight, I just lovingly stroke it, feeling the way her clit tickles against my fingers. One day, I'll be inside, good and deep. But I'm in no hurry. Not at all. Her mouth is very skilled these days. She likes to pull me in a good bit, until the crown rests against her tonsils, the tip just edged into her throat. She pushes her soft little tongue up against the underside, spreading the glans apart, and just sucks repetitively like that. It's incredibly relaxing, and erotic. She knows how to bob and suck and give a proper blowjob, but that's not what she's doing right now. This is bottle time. This is about her. Despite the continuing storm, her small eyes get heavy and shut. She is comfortable, safe. This is daddy, the best pacifier in the world. Soon, the sucking stops. The breathing of her nostrils gets heavy, until they blow across my belly in two, tiny streams. I am now inside a sleeping mouth. It's okay. I don't need to cum to be satisfied. The precious sight of her innocent face holding my cock makes my heart thrum in my chest. I pull a pillow up behind me, and I settle back in a comfortable position. I couldn't be more comfortable I have my three year old's mouth on my cock, and I have made her feel good. In the morning, I will make love to her. I will eat her pussy and she will, no doubt, give me a wonderful blowjob. And I will gladly feed her this big load I feel my body prepared for her. But now is time for sleep, for I am her pacifier. Sweet dreams, Caitlyn.