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My Little Ones (Mf, pedo, watersports)
'How are the little ones ?', she asked. Mrs Purre looked at mewith
awarmish smile. 'All three of them are in good health.', I
answeredautomatic-ally. Since my wife left me, I've been asked that
question so manytimes,that I don't even bother to think before
answering. It's none of theirbusiness anyway. 'It's nice to hear
that, it seems, that these days...'.Iagain automatically interrupted
her:'I'm terribly sorry, but I am inkind ofa hurry and ...'. 'Oh,
but I understand. A father on his own has to dothework of two. I
always say ...'. I can only guess, what she alwayssays,because I
had already walked away, acting as if I was in a hurry.
Before I go on, I should introduce myself. My name is James
Band.BAND,not BOND as many, so-called funny, people like to put on
theirChristmascards. Well, it doesn't matter. As I told you, my
wife left me a fewmonthsago. Good riddance. She did leave me with
three darling children:Louise, theyoungest, who is eight and the
twins Tommy and Sonia, who are botheleven.Luckily they weren't very
attached to their mother, so her leavingdidn'tcause any life-long
traumas, I hope.
I want to tell you about what happened on a late december evening.I
wasin the bathroom trying to 'lay an egg' as we call it in
thishousehold. Ihad brought a magazine with me, so I wasn't in a
hurry. Our bathroomis thetype with one toilet and a shower, so I
wasn't surprised to hearLouiseknock. 'Please open the door daddy, I
want to take a shower.' Becauseshe wasonly eight years old, she
wasn't fussy about nudity yet, so I let herinplacing the magazine in
such a way, that see wouldn't see anything,thatwould make her ask
difficult questions.
As soon as I had opened the door, she entered. She had
beautifulbrownhair, which she for some strange reason always
insisted on wearingveryshort. This, and the fact, that she often
wore pants, almost made herlooklike a boy. She looked puzzled when
she entered. She always lookedpuzzled.After glancing at me, she
walked to the shower turned the hot water onandstarted to undress.
First she took of her sweater, revealing a tender,little body. The
small hills on her chest had nothing feminine, it wasjustbaby-fat.
She proceeded to undress by slowly and carefully (her usualway
ofdoing everything) unbuttoning her jeans and taking them off. All
herclothesended up neatly folded on the chair. I examined her with
a sense ofpride,every father would be proud to have a daughter like
her: smart,graceful andgorgeous. She was very gorgeous.
She even foulded the socks and placed them neatly on top of
herjeans.While doing this, she stood a little bent over, with her
back towardsme.That way I had a good view of her well-rounded,
moon-shaped buttocks.Eventually she walked to the shower and
carefully felt with one handif thewater was not too hot (or too cold
for that matter. It wasn't. Slowlyshestepped over the little wall,
that keeps the water in that side of thebath-room. By doing this,
she gave me a perfect sight of her small, smooth,hair-less vagina.
She pulled the curtains behind her. A good thing, becauseI
wasstarting to feel a little ashamed for staring at her and
examining hersothoroughly. I continued reading.
A few minutes later the curtains went open a little. Louise
stuckherhead through the curtains. Again she looked puzzled, when
she saw,that I wasstill sitting there, reading my magazine.
'Daddy, could you hurry up ? I have to do a weewee.'
'Why don't you go to the downstairs toilet ?'
'I'm all wet, I would have to dry off and put on some clothesfirst,
and
when I've finnished I would have to take them off again !'
'Then do your weewee in the drain.'
'But daddy, you told me, that such thing were unhiga ...
unhigenik!'
'Unhygienic, you mean. Well I guess you will just have to wait,you
know
I can be a long time.'
'But I really have to go !'Her eyes lit up.
'If you could move a little backwards, there would be just
enoughplacein the front for me.'
Before I could reply, she was already placing herself on the frontof
thetoilet seat.
'Move further back, daddy, else I will pee on the toilet seat.'
I did what she asked. She moved back as far as she could,
touchingmybelly with her back. ( I was naked from the middle up,
because I hadjusttaken a shower myself. ) My thighs touched her
buttocks. I tried toget myknees further apart, but that was
impossible, because my trousers wereroundmy ankles. She moved back
even further and now her body was pressedagainstmine. She felt
smooth and slippery from the water, which was dryingfast,because of
our combined body heat. I'm ashamed to admit it, but itarousedme.
My penis, trapped between her back and my front immediatelly grewto
itsfull size. Thougtfully Louise looked in the mirror.
We have a very strange mirror in the bathroom. It hangs in frontof
thetoilet, so anyone sitting on it can closely examine himself.
Louisegroaned.She always had trouble going, when she knew others
could were withinhearingdistance. Looking in the mirror, I saw the
intense concentration onher face.She looked gorgeous. At that
moment I loved her more then ever. Ishowed myaffection, by stroking
her smooth, short hair.
She started a flowing motion with her back, which aroused me
evenmore.It was almost as if she was stroking my penis with her
back. I couldfeel hertight little buttocks against my balls,
putting more and less pressureonthem, more and less, more and less
... I almost came. To make surethiswouldn't happen I turned my
penis, until it was under Louisesbuttocks.However, I had forgotten,
that most penisis slightly arch, so now shewaspractically sitting on
it. With my penis I could feel the two halfs ofherbuttocks. In the
mirror I could see, that the top of my penis gentlytouchedher small
clitoris. Unaware, she moved her legs a little further apartandback
together again. Now I was trapped between her thighs.
I started to sweat, both from arousement and shame. She rubbed
herthighsagainst each other, making matters even worse. Thinking of
funeralswas toolate now. She was still groaning, in that childlike
way of hers. Istarted togroan too. I looked up and closed my eyes.
Suddenly she stoppedgroaning andgave a big sigh. She had finally
managed to start her weewee. Thefallingurine soaked the shaft of my
penis and made me groan even more. Justbefore Icame I looked in the
mirror and saw Louise looking intensely at thetop of mypenis,which
was just visible between her thighs. With an eternallysweet,
butconfused look, she brought her hand to my penis and gently
stroked thetop.
This was more then I could handle, the buttocks warming mybase,the
urinemassaging the shaft and she, my eight-year-old daughter
stroking thetop ofmy penis. I came with a sudden violence. The cum
shot out of my penislike itwas a fountain. The first two loads
ended up in her face, bringing averysurprised look to it, the third
ended up under her chin and the restjustflowed in her lap.
I knew I had a lot of explaining to do ...
TO BE CONTINUED ?
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