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"The Part Time Daddy"

by No Spam Dave

Prologue: this is my first attempt at erotic storytelling. I am mostly known for stifling flamers and
spammers, my favorite (well, second favorite) past-time. This story starts out rather slow, so have
patience- the best things in life come to those who wait. If I was to write about how a man just
befriended a girl and then had sex by the second paragraph, then it would be a story about rape,
which is something I would never support or write about. I don't necessarily support all the material
in this story, it's just fantasy. However some of the story is true, just spiced up a lot and abridged. A
disclaimer- I have never had sex with a minor, perhaps done a few things I shouldn't have, but in the
end, my brain won out.

- No Spam Dave

Introduction:

I had moved into the trailer park to get away from the city. I can't stand traffic, crowds, lines or not
being able to breathe fresh air.  I did not make enough money to afford a house, so I had to
compromise.  I did not need any thing big anyway, since it was just me.  I never felt comfortable
living with roommates, or even family for that matter. And women? Well, I could never seem to find
a women I could enjoy- well at least one that could enjoy me as well.

The only time I could ever seem to enjoy another person was when I was with children. Their
enjoyment of live is unparalleled, and their perspective of the world is unique.  They never treated
me like an inferior, but accepted me as a friend.  While it could take me weeks, or longer to become
friends with an adult, it could take minutes to befriend a child. It was as if a child could instinctually
know I loved children.

The trailer park in question was about four miles from any stores or any sign of population, so it was
a fantastic retreat. There was around 200 houses spread out in 25 acres or so, not too crowded. The
best part about this park, of course, were the children.

Living in apartments in the city, children were an uncommon site. Mothers were terrified to let there
children out with all the stories of everything that could happen. Most apartments were unofficially
"singles only" anyway.

In this park, it was a common site to see children out riding their bikes, or running wild all over. 
Most parents were lower income, and worked long hours for little pay- so they had little time to
spend with their attention-deprived kids.  This worked out to be my advantage, as it would turn out.

I typically worked the second shift, from 4 or 5 until midnight, as I was a manager of a restaurant.
This put me at an advantage as far as spending time outdoors in the daylight hours. I enjoyed
walking or riding my bike in the neighborhood, or just sitting outside enjoying the fresh air. It was
just a matter of time when I made several friends with the natives.  Having an adult pay attention to
them was a new thing for them. They would often tell me all about their family and what they liked
to do. We would sometimes walk together, or ride bikes, or sometimes I would teach them a few
martial arts moves, since I was a greenbelt.  One thing these kids all seemed to have in common is
their low self-esteem and their extreme desire for attention.

Chapter 1- introduction to Christie

It was one very warm Saturday, that I met Christie.  I was sitting outside, playing my guitar
enjoying the weather and the fresh air. A girl I have seen once or twice before, but never talked to,
was riding her bike in circles on my street. She was six or seven with shoulder length blond hair and
had eyebrows so blond, they were almost non-existent. Even though she looked like she was
enjoying riding her bike, I could tell that there was something missing about her.  There are time
when I can sense what a child is feeling, almost like an empath (like Deanna Troi on Star Trek) 

She suddenly stopped her riding and was looking down at her bike.  Seeing her chain dragging on
the pavement, I understood why. She went over to the curb and plopped herself down despairingly,
bike abandoned.  Always a one to help out a kid in need, and being quite a bicycle mechanic, I
waked over to her and offered my assistance. She seemed quite shy at first, not knowing whether she
should talk to me or not. I guess she sensed in me my honest concern as she opened up to me (no-
she talked to me, patience!) I brought her bike over to my driveway, and set to work.  She told me
her name was Christy, and that she was six and in kindergarten. I told her I thought she looked
older, since she was big for her age, and seemed pretty smart for a kindergartner. She said she was
born in September, so she started school later. She said she was the biggest kid in her class, and she
hated it. It made her feel stupid. She told me how her mother ran away from her father and brought
her here, how her brother still lived with her father, how her cousin had just died, and how mean her
mother's boyfriend was to her, and anything else I could possibly want to know about her.

Now here is one kid with problems, I thought. 

It only took a few minutes to repair her bike, so we just sat and chatted a while. There we sat on the
pavement, indian-style, face to face, talking like we had always known each other.  She told me how
she had no friends here, how her mother worked until 8 p.m., how her mother's boyfriend had
always ignored her when he wasn't yelling at her, how she hated how she looked, especially her
eyebrows, and how everyone thought she looked like a boy.  I , of course, did my best to reassure her
that she was very cute and extremely intelligent for her age. This kid had a very bad self -esteem
problem.  While we were talking, my line of site would occasionally shift downward. She was
wearing some old shorts, one or two sizes too small, that didn't quite cover her panties.  I felt my
first stirrings for her.  I guess she finally noticed my gaze, as she looked down, and made an
embarrassed look, putting her hand over her crotch. "Don't worry, no one saw." I assured. She
looked slightly relieved, but said I saw her. I told her it was no big deal, it was just her panties,
nothing to be ashamed of. She seemed to accept this and went back to the way she was. She looked
at her crotch and told me how she needed new shorts, that they couldn't cover her up anymore, and
how her panties even had a hole in them. With that, she pulled her shorts over just enough so I could
see an eraser sized hole revealing just a tiny bit of flesh taunting my attention.  My stirrings became
a hard-on as I managed to get out how I thought her panties were still pretty, especially with the
hole. With that she smiled and got up suddenly and said that it was time for dinner, and that she
needed to get home, and with a hug, and a thanks for fixing her bike she was off.

Chapter 2- the plot develops

As the weeks passed. I saw more and more of Christie.  We got closer and closer. She would always
hang around my house, talking about everything, enjoying my attention. She would often sit in my
lap, and we would just sit, enjoying each others warmth.  Summer was arriving soon, so she would
often come over in her one piece bathing suit to play in my sprinkler. As was the rest of her clothes,
her bathing suit was at least a size too small, so it didn't leave much to my imagination.  

She told me one day that her mother wanted to meet me before she would be allowed to come over
anymore. I was pretty apprehensive about the whole ordeal, as we went to her house. Her mother,
and her boyfriend, Joe, was out in the yard having a few beers. They were nothing like I imagined.
Christies mother, Ann, was sunning herself in the yard with only a bikini on, sporting a tatoo on her
shoulder, and looking like she was nearly my age (I was 23).  We talked for a while as Christie sat
alone, unnoticed.  Ann had a strong Alabama accent, and told me about her job in a cafeteria, and
how she was glad someone was spending some time with Christie.  Since it was hot, and Christie and
I were already dressed in swim suits, I suggested we go down to the newly opened pool at the park.
Ann and Joe declined, but said that we could go on down there as long as I had her back by 5. 

So we went, and I had my first taste of semi-parenting.  I almost felt like one of the parents at the
pool as Christie and I jumped in. To top it off, I had the same blond hair, blue eyes, and light
complexion she did, so no one assumed I wasn't her father.  It turned out that she didn't know how
to swim, so she was very down on herself for being a "baby." I showed her how to swim, first by
demonstrating, then by assisting her, with my hand on her stomach (occasionally wandering a bit
lower).  It wasn't long before she could swim as well as everyone else. Our favorite game began that
day which consisted of me throwing her about in the pool as high as I could. What was special about
this was how I through her. I would cup my right hand over her mound while my left hand was on
her back and I would throw her with my right hand. She could never get enough. Amazingly she
would never complain about where my hand was, or how my fingers would occasionally slip inside
her bathing suit. One sidenote: have you ever noticed that tight bathing suits always seem to slip to
the side, or give "wedgies" every time a girl would get out of the water?

Swimming soon became a weekly ritual. On memorial weekend, I was invited along with her family
to the lake for a picnic. It was my duty to keep her entertained while the adults enjoyed themselves.
We went to the swimming area and played our usual games, then becoming bored of that, we went
to the playground for a while. She lost interest in that as she was pulling on her bathing suit and
rubbing her mound. Ever attentive, I asked her what was the matter. Apparently the suit was just
getting too tight on her and was making her sore.  I caught just a glimpse of her cheek as she moved
over the crotch a little showing me how red it was. "It sure looks sore, I better take you back to
camp." I said. Back at camp, I had to sit looking unconcerned as she changed inside the tent. It was
almost like I was one of the family as I ate with them, and played with Cris. No one payed any
attention to her, except me of course, which just caused her to become closer to me.

I was becoming a part of the family after just a few weeks, as I was invited to their house, and even
out to dinner. I had stayed overnight on the couch after staying up late watching videos with Cris on
my lap. I had seen her changing into her night shirt, unconcerned by my presence(she still had her
panties on though) I was still longing for more, but for now, content.

Summer finally arrived, so we had more of a chance to see each other.  I convinced her mother one
weekend to take Cris to a popular waterpark for the day. Our first stop, however was to get her a
new suit.  It is amazing how few suits you can find when it is summer. We had to go to 3 or 4 stores.
We finally found one, and she set out to try them on. Feeling quite out of place in the little girls
department, I reluctantly waited outside the changing room. Finding a suit for her was a challenge
with the small selection, and the fact that finding bottoms that fit her, usually meant that the top was
too tight (I guess she was somewhat big-boned-not fat and still flat-chested though) She started to get
restless and started to jump around in the changing stall/closet- whatever you call it when I caught
an amazing site. As she jumped down, I caught a flash of her below the door. She wasn't wearing
anything! I teased her a bit, telling her I saw her, but she just did it a few more times, each time
showing a bit more. 

Well, we got the suit, settling on one that was just right in the top, but loose in the bottoms, and we
set out for the waterpark.  We played the usual games in the pool, and rode the rides-at least the ones
I could get her on. I seems she had never before climbed stairs, so I had to coax her slowly to climb
up. Every now and then I would get flashes of her assets as she would sit down and her suit would
just sag. We got closer than ever before that day, since it was just me and her.  On the ride back
home, with her sleeping in the seat next to me, I knew that we had something special.

Chapter 3- the babysitter

After that weekend, I got to talking with Cristie's mother and convinced her that I should start being
Cris's babysitter. I said that since I worked at night it would be perfect, and since I loved her so
much, I couldn't possibly take any money. This was partially pity on my part, since I made almost
as much as Ann and Joe combined.  Mostly, though, I had other things in mind.  Against the advice
of Joe, she complied, and that Monday, I was to get a part-time daughter.  

After a very restless sleep, I greeted Cris and her mother at the door at 8:30 a.m.  Cris was still half-asleep and in the tights and shirt she wore to bed, and accompanied by a bag full of clothes.  We just
cuddled for a while, watching cartoons, and I fixed us some breakfast- which was a new experience
for her, since her mother never ate or prepared breakfast (one of those coffee and cigarette people) I
guess the food did her some good, so she started to perk up and become her usual playful self.  We
played around a while, often wrestling and tickling each other. 

In a little while Cris decided she wanted to play a new game. She wanted to play "baby"

She started talking in baby-talk and sucked her thumb and said she needed a diaper. I thought,
shure, she just wanted for me to pretend to put one on her. She began to become more insistent

so I looked about for something to use. I tried two different towels, but one was too big and one was
too small, and to top it off, I didn't have any safety pins. I settled on a shirt which could be tied on to
her over her pants. Cristie, however had something else in mind. With still a bit of modesty left, she
took of her pants and panties behind a bedsheet as I handed her the shirt.  As she held the shirt over
her privates, I laid her down on the bed and began to tie up the shirt so it could make a makeshift
diaper.  She was satisfied, and she began calling me daddy, and acting even more like a baby. She
asked me to carry her to a mirror where she could look at herself. She asked for her "bottle" which
was a plastic bottle of some kid's drink, and so I gave her a drink. I started to feel a slight warm
sensation, then Cristie suddenly got off my lap and headed to the bathroom. Concerned, I followed
her in to find her sitting on the throne, with the "diaper" thrown on the floor. Cris looked at me.
embarrassed and said "I peed-it was an accident, I'm sorry- please don't tell my mom." I looked at
her, and with a feeling of excitement rising in me, I told her that what happened at this house was
between Cris and me and no one else. She would soon learn how much I loved seeing girls pee. 

Things went pretty normal the rest of that day. Nothing more was said about the baby incident. I did
notice that she would often call me daddy even though we were not playing. Joe came to pick her up
at six that night, and since I did not have to work that night, I had all night to mull over what had
transpired and how much trouble I could be in.  

Well the next day, Cris came over at 7:30 again as if nothing happened. We went though the usual
morning routine until she perked up. We did the usual wrestling and tickling and this time, jumping
on the bed. She got hot, so I suggested she take her pants and shirt off, and she complied, wearing
only her panties with the everpresent hole. We jumped around (with me on my knees) and we
wrestled some more, with more tickling. I noticed a fresh wet spot on her panties just as she lost
interest and put her pants back on, looking embarrassed.  She said she had to use the bathroom, and
she wanted me to come with her. I guess she didn't want to be left alone. I sat on the rim of the tub
as she casually peed in the toilet I started to leave as she was finishing, but she stopped me, yelling
"not yet" as she dribbled her last drop and stood to wipe herself. "Ok, now I'm done." she said and
we left. I had to fight myself from getting a hard-on, as I was just wearing some loose shorts with no
underwear- it would be too obvious.  We went to "her room" which I converted to an extra bedroom
with a few games, and some extra clothes I bought for her.  We played monopoly for a while, with
her taking an occasional peek up my shorts which were specially picked out for their exposing
nature. 

Losing interest in that, we decided to go to the park. We went to one with lots of wood playsets and
no one around.  As luck would have it, no restrooms. We played a while, until Cris announced that
she had to poop.  Well I had come prepared for this possibility as I brought along a supply of toilet
paper. We were in one enclosed playset when I suggested that she should just go right there. Well,
going outside was something completely foreign to her, so she was apprehensive. I had to pee as
well, so I asked her if I peed there would she? She thought about it and thought that it would be
alright. A little nervous myself, I did as nature instructed trying to hide myself somewhat from her
eyes.  A little exited by this, and nervous, Cris pulled her pants down and took a massive dump,
hosing it down with pee.  I handed her the toilet paper, and looking ashamed, she took it and hastily
wiped herself.  I said that's no way to do it, and asked her if I could do it for her. She hesitated, but
gave in, so I asked her to bend over and to spread her legs a little as I gently rubbed her cute little
rear clean. I felt her relax as I took my time, making sure it was clean enough. I stopped, only to be
told to do it a little more. I could of sworn I heard her moan, or maybe it was me.

We had to go back home shortly after that because I had to go to work.

Chapter 4- the rising action (pun intended)

The next day started out the same. We decided to go swimming for awhile. The usual frolicking at
the pool went on, and she openly called me daddy in front of the other people in the pool. We left
after a few hours, and walked home with her on my shoulders.  We hung out outside for a few
minutes when I noticed Cris was getting antsy, jumping from foot to foot. She suddenly squatted
down and watered my lawn, right through her bathing suit. I joked with her about "springing a leek"
and we headed back inside so she could change.  As we got inside, she asked if I could change her,
as she switched into baby talk. Not wanting to disappoint her, I picked her up and took her into
"her" room and laid her on the floor, not wanting to get the bed wet. I slowly got her top off, wanting
to save the best for the last. She offered no resistance at all, just lied there like a 6 month old instead
of a 6 year old. I looked at her face for a sign of her mind changing as I was rubbing her chest,
working my way down to her bottoms. Finding no signs, only preoccupation, I delicately slipped her
bikini bottom off, finally gazing head on into a perfect mound. My pulse at this point was at least
150 and I felt a queasiness overcome me. I continued rubbing her all over, first on her chest, then her
stomach, dipping down to her legs, then thighs. I spread her legs apart a bit to get a better view- and
what a view it was. Her little pink clit was poking out of her lips which were covered with a fine
down of nearly invisible hairs. My hand couldn't resist it anymore, and it made its way home, and
began to massage her most personal area, first lightly, tickling her just a bit. This lead in a spiraling
circle downward into the heart of the storm- so to speak- until my finger was rubbing up and down
her slit, with my thumb on her hardening clit. I could swear my hand felt like it was on fire, with the
heat, but that couldn't stop me. 

Finally, with my brain finally catching up with my dick-and hers catching up with her dampening
pussy, we stopped and I began to dress her.  Not a word was spoken for an hour after since we were
both so confused and a little frightened about what happened.  I think we both knew things were
going to be different between us.

By the next day, Cris didn't even bother knocking when she came to my house. Her mother had
stopped coming with her to my house a week before, just sending her up the street to my house. Not
expecting her to just walk in, I was still in bed and as I always am when I sleep, nude.  She came
right into my room and woke me up.  Having only a thin sheet to cover me, I was somewhat
embarrassed. She said she wanted to lie down with me. I cautioned her that I wasn't wearing
anything and that she should let me put something on.  This peaked her interest, and she said she
didn't mind and she sat down on the bed so I thought "what the hell" and just rolled over and tried to
go back to sleep. She wouldn't have any of that. She began rubbing my back saying "Ok, time for a
back rub!" Well, I am always in the mood for a back rub and began to enjoy it. She worked her
hands lower and lower, slowly and lowering the sheet as she went. I suggested that she walk on my
back to give a better massage. She loved the idea and quickly got on my back and struggled to keep
from falling off.  Her feet moved up and down, and twisted around- God, this felt good. She worked
her way down, and finally kicked the sheet totally off saying " that's better, now I can give you a
better massage." Her feet then worked their way down to my ass, which really felt good. I could hear
her breathing become faster and feel her foot slow down and become more exploring. 

Suddenly she stopped, and stated "now it's time to tickle!" and she set out to try to tickle me. Well I
am not real ticklish, so she had to work at it. I would give her hints, like "lower" or "not there" She
found the area by my kidneys and sought more areas until she arrived at my rear.  She ticked all
around it probing deeper and struck gold (well, not kind you are thinking, that will come later) As
she tickled inside my but crack and worked slowly toward my balls, I was writhing in a laughing
extasy. Before I had too much, I decided to retaliate and begin punishment. I reached back and got a
hold on her and started tickling her. "Are you ticklish there?" I would ask, " or there?" and I would
tickle her all over sending her into histeria.  She was laughing too hard to notice my state of undress
(or hardness for that matter).  I worked my hand down to her butt and mound to tickle her in her
most ticklish spot saying "since you tickled me there, it is my turn to tickle you!" She screamed
"No! Stop! I won't tickle you any more!" 

"It's no use!" I countered, as I gave her what she asked for. A yellow spot appeared on her shorts,
which exited me even more. 

"I'm going to pee!" She pleaded, laughing hysterically.  I pulled her on top of my stomach as I was
sitting up in the bed and continued my torture. I heard a hiss, and the much anticipated warmth
spread down my body. Getting what I wanted, I stopped, and held her against me We just sat that
way for five minutes or so, not saying anything. She looked into my eyes with a look of shame and
said "I wet my pants"

"That's ok, baby, daddy will clean you up" I said, and I carried her to the bathroom. I peeled her
pee-soaked clothes off, the scent triggering even more of a hard-on. She noticed it for the first time
and looked wide-eyed at my erection. 

"What is that?" she inquired. Apparently she never saw a penis before.  Her eyes were locked in
fascination at my member as I explained simply:

"It's just my penis. That is what a boy uses to pee with"

Not satisfied, she asked for more details "But how come it is so big now, it was never that big
before"

"Well, sometimes it gets big when I get excited or when I feel real good."

She seemed to consider this a minute and asked if she was making me excited. I said she was indeed.
She wanted to know why (of course). So I said it was because having a girl pee on me excited me
and especially seeing a girl with no cloths on.  She accepted this, and asked no more questions as I
asked her to get in the shower to get washed up. 

"Will you come in with me?" she asked anticipatingly.  I reluctantly (yeah right) complied and
together we went in the shower taking turns soaping each other up. I would love to say that we had a
hot, sensual shower scene that day, but it was all rather innocent. We just finished our shower, dried
off, and went about our usual morning routine. Of course neither one of us bothered to get dressed
until well into the afternoon when we decided to go swimming.

End of Part I (part II cumming-I mean coming shortly)

No Spam Dave- "spam is best left in the can, left to rot on a shelf in the closet, where it belongs."
