The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website at: http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html), please contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. ================================================================================ From: Mr Doubleena Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest Subject: My Little Ones (Mf, pedo, watersports) Date: Sat, 16 Dec 1995 05:08:34 GMT Message-ID: <4atk68$i5m@ixnews4.ix.netcom.com> from/by: scheele@stpc.wi.LeidenUniv.nl (Name The Game) This is my first attempt at such a thing. Please let me know, if you think I should continue writing 'erotic' stories. Any comments and ideas are appriciated, but: IF I DON'T LIKE IT,I IGNORE IT. I hope you like the story. Disclaimer: Don't read this, if you can't handdle the kind of stories usually posted in this mailgroup. If you are too young to be reading this, either stop reading NOW or have fun. (But don't tell your parents !) My little ones 'How are the little ones ?', she asked. Mrs Purre looked at me with a warmish smile. 'All three of them are in good health.', I answered automatic- ally. Since my wife left me, I've been asked that question so many times, that I don't even bother to think before answering. It's none of their business anyway. 'It's nice to hear that, it seems, that these days ...'.I again automatically interrupted her:'I'm terribly sorry, but I am in kind of a hurry and ...'. 'Oh, but I understand. A father on his own has to do the work of two. I always say ...'. I can only guess, what she always says, 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 their Christmas cards. Well, it doesn't matter. As I told you, my wife left me a few months ago. Good riddance. She did leave me with three darling children: Louise, the youngest, who is eight and the twins Tommy and Sonia, who are both eleven. Luckily they weren't very attached to their mother, so her leaving didn't cause any life-long traumas, I hope. I want to tell you about what happened on a late december evening. I was in the bathroom trying to 'lay an egg' as we call it in this household. I had brought a magazine with me, so I wasn't in a hurry. Our bathroom is the type with one toilet and a shower, so I wasn't surprised to hear Louise knock. 'Please open the door daddy, I want to take a shower.' Because she was only eight years old, she wasn't fussy about nudity yet, so I let her in placing the magazine in such a way, that see wouldn't see anything, that would make her ask difficult questions. As soon as I had opened the door, she entered. She had beautiful brown hair, which she for some strange reason always insisted on wearing very short. This, and the fact, that she often wore pants, almost made her look like a boy. She looked puzzled when she entered. She always looked puzzled. After glancing at me, she walked to the shower turned the hot water on and started to undress. First she took of her sweater, revealing a tender, little body. The small hills on her chest had nothing feminine, it was just baby-fat. She proceeded to undress by slowly and carefully (her usual way of doing everything) unbuttoning her jeans and taking them off. All her clothes ended up neatly folded on the chair. I examined her with a sense of pride, every father would be proud to have a daughter like her: smart, graceful and gorgeous. She was very gorgeous. She even foulded the socks and placed them neatly on top of her jeans. While doing this, she stood a little bent over, with her back towards me. 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 hand if the water was not too hot (or too cold for that matter. It wasn't. Slowly she stepped over the little wall, that keeps the water in that side of the bath- 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, because I was starting to feel a little ashamed for staring at her and examining her so thoroughly. I continued reading. A few minutes later the curtains went open a little. Louise stuck her head through the curtains. Again she looked puzzled, when she saw, that I was still 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 clothes first, 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 enough place in the front for me.' Before I could reply, she was already placing herself on the front of the toilet 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, touching my belly with her back. ( I was naked from the middle up, because I had just taken a shower myself. ) My thighs touched her buttocks. I tried to get my knees further apart, but that was impossible, because my trousers were round my ankles. She moved back even further and now her body was pressed against mine. She felt smooth and slippery from the water, which was drying fast, because of our combined body heat. I'm ashamed to admit it, but it aroused me. My penis, trapped between her back and my front immediatelly grew to its full size. Thougtfully Louise looked in the mirror. We have a very strange mirror in the bathroom. It hangs in front of the toilet, so anyone sitting on it can closely examine himself. Louise groaned. She always had trouble going, when she knew others could were within hearing distance. Looking in the mirror, I saw the intense concentration on her face. She looked gorgeous. At that moment I loved her more then ever. I showed my affection, by stroking her smooth, short hair. She started a flowing motion with her back, which aroused me even more. It was almost as if she was stroking my penis with her back. I could feel her tight little buttocks against my balls, putting more and less pressure on them, more and less, more and less ... I almost came. To make sure this wouldn't happen I turned my penis, until it was under Louises buttocks. However, I had forgotten, that most penisis slightly arch, so now she was practically sitting on it. With my penis I could feel the two halfs of her buttocks. In the mirror I could see, that the top of my penis gently touched her small clitoris. Unaware, she moved her legs a little further apart and back together again. Now I was trapped between her thighs. I started to sweat, both from arousement and shame. She rubbed her thighs against each other, making matters even worse. Thinking of funerals was too late now. She was still groaning, in that childlike way of hers. I started to groan too. I looked up and closed my eyes. Suddenly she stopped groaning and gave a big sigh. She had finally managed to start her weewee. The falling urine soaked the shaft of my penis and made me groan even more. Just before I came I looked in the mirror and saw Louise looking intensely at the top of my penis,which was just visible between her thighs. With an eternally sweet, but confused look, she brought her hand to my penis and gently stroked the top. This was more then I could handle, the buttocks warming my base,the urine massaging the shaft and she, my eight-year-old daughter stroking the top of my penis. I came with a sudden violence. The cum shot out of my penis like it was a fountain. The first two loads ended up in her face, bringing a very surprised look to it, the third ended up under her chin and the rest just flowed in her lap. I knew I had a lot of explaining to do ... TO BE CONTINUED ? -- Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! http://pw1.netcom.com/~mrdouble/main/stories.html Be There.....