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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Ice Storm (Mf, inc, ws, ped) by Karen Recalls (recalls2002@yahoo.com) *** The continuing saga of Mandy and Mike, a man and his now three year old daughter. Mommy is stranded on the icy roads and Mike is alone with Mandy. Read what can happen under the Christmas tree... *** Mike never meant for it to go on and on. He never meant to use his baby daughter as a surrogate for what he couldn't get off his cold bitch of a wife. No, that wasn't entirely true; in the eight months he had been bathing Mandy and finding excuses to be alone with her for some real 'father/daughter' time, all the nights he told Vicky that he had to go to Mandy because she was having nightmares were also months that Vicky had warmed to him once again. The trouble was, Mike couldn't cum without thinking about that sweet, smooth baby box and how slick it felt after he licked his sweetie's peepee, and....christ!- here was a another 'pervert' boner. How sick was that? He couldn't even fuck his own wife without pretending he was finally pushing his hard cock up inside that baby hole.....so tight.....so fucking goddamn great! Did men really do that? Did they fuck 3 year olds? He hoped to God he never found out. Mike was sweating even though it was chilly in the house. He was especially nervous because Vicky said she was going out for the last of the Christmas shopping and he was alone with Miranda- his own baby Mandy asleep just down the hall. How often he'd crept in to look at her to find her eyes wide open, staring at some spot on the ceiling- a dreamy look on her cherub face as her chubby hands worked and worked down inside her overnighters- her little thighs splayed, making happy sounds to herself. He'd taught her that- how to pleasure herself; how to make those pink, miniature pussy lips swell up with...." feel good now honey, feel that? You like what daddy is doing? Want me to stop?," he'd whisper in her ear as he fingered her and rubbed so softly, and she shook her little curls, 'no' and pushed that velvety baby mons back into his hand. All those nights, snuggled on the couch, both of them sharing a blanket watching 'Family' t.v. while Vicky puttered about with ironing or vacuuming. Mike couldn't stop thinking about it. He thought he was loosing his mind. He was afraid he'd do something to tip Vicky off- afraid he'd go to jail, lose his life, his mind....his fucking sanity..."Why did this start? Why...christ, why am I such a frea......" BRRRiiiiiiinnng! BRRRiiiiiiiinnng!- it was the cell phone on the coffee table. Mike took his hand off his erection and picked it up the phone. "Mike?", said Vicky. He felt so jumpy and guilty, his hardon shriveled down to nothing . "Listen. The roads are getting really bad. Ice all over the place and a lot of accidents. I ran into Terry here at the mall, and she just lives about a quarter mile from here. I'm gonna leave my car and spend the night with her, o.k.? I think I'd be safer than trying to make my way back home. Can you call in work late tomorrow? I really don't know what else to do." He was so relieved that she wasn't calling from her parent's house or even from some attorney's office - that's how far his paranoia had taken him this evening- he said with real cheer, "Sure, honey. That's best. Better you be safe. No problem. Mandy and I can rough it for one night." Just by saying his daughter's name, his mind leapt ahead to a whole night alone with her and his traitor dick stuck out like a pot handle through his jeans. He hadn't even been aware he had undone his fly, that's how crazy things were getting. "O.k., hon. Thanks. You two have fun See you tomorrow around 10:00.", and she hung up. Silence. Mike could hear the blood pounding in his ears. He didn't even let go of the phone at first. Just stared into the lights of the Christmas tree, that look kind of blurry because his eyes felt hot and pressured. His dick pounded in the cool, living room air. That's when he heard behind him, "Daddy......wanna play horsie again." Mike turned up the heat. He didn't bother to tuck his dick back into his pants. It's not like Mandy had never SEEN it before. He felt her eyes on it as he watched her tugging at the panties that had crept up inside her little slit, a little yellowed in front. She'd dribbled in her sleep again. Mike felt his dick pound hard with his heart rate. Urine turned him on ever since Mandy seemed to like to piss on his cock while it was stiff between her soft thighs. He didn't care about consequences now.....this night was a goddamned gift! A whole night......jesus.... "Mandy?", his voice had taken on a lower, sultry tone- kind of slowed and conspiratorial- a bit breathless, too. It was his 'sex voice', and he was using it out loud tonight. "Honey...look at daddy's winkie", he said as he coaxed her closer into the room, rubbing the head and circling the upraised edge of it with one finger. "It needs kisses from daddy's girl. It missed you all those hours you slept you silly sleepyhead." Mandy looked a little nervous. "Where's mommy?" "Mommy is helping Santa pick out all the toys you wanted for Christmas", he told her, "the dolly who pees..." Mandy clapped her hand over her mouth and giggled. Mike grinned at her and continued to stroke and pet his cock, advancing toward Mandy. "But if mommy sees you with your winkie out, or us playin horsie, she'll go away and NEVER come back!," her eyes filled with threatening tears. "No...no, sweetie. Mommy will be out all night because the roads are icy and she wants to keep safe. She's staying with Aunt Terry all tonight. Sleeping there . It's just us, sweetie. Mandy and daddy... and we can take all our clothes off and tickle each other's peepees and oh, honey.....I will lick you and lick you so much...I won't have to stop." Mike's hardon felt ENORMOUS because of the freedom of saying these things, DOING these things in the open. The whole house, the whole night to themselves. Mandy was dancing around, hopping on one leg, smiling and grinning up at him. He saw one cheek of her cute baby ass showing from her panties when she twirled for him. He knelt and put his full hand between her legs. "Dad-deeee!", she giggled. When Mandy looked up at him, his eyes looked so big, the pupils enlarged so that those blue eyes seemed almost black to her. The giggle turned to a smile, she sat down, kicked off her stained panties and lay back on the floor. As she let each leg fall to the side, opening her vulva like a flower, Mandy said, "Kiss me first, daddy. I have to go tinkle," and his cock felt like it would burst. Mike raced to the kitchen for a plastic garbage bag, hurried back to his precious and she lifted her little hips off the floor as he slid the white bag beneath. Mike lowered himself on his elbows and saw the beginning of a yellow stream. He quickly put his mouth to his daughter's exposed urethra and licked at the hole as she peed harder, going "Ummmm....ummmmmm aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh ....O!" as he flicked at her clitoris with the pointed tip of his tongue. Her little hips writhed. His dick dripped a drop of precum onto the rug. Luckily, the bag was the giant size Vicky had been buying at the Food Lion, and this little gal of his could piss a good stream when she really let go. Mike didn't know why, but he loved the taste of his daughter's piss. It was....oh.....fresh...new tasting. It was a child's piss and it tasted a secret kind of' wonderful' to him. He carefully folded the bag up from all the corners and allowed the heavy weight of urine to hang down as he gathered the edges together and made his way to the bathroom. Mandy could hear her own tinkle splashing into the commode. It seemed so funny with her bottom still right there in the living room. Daddy was so funny....she giggled and swished her golden head side to side and looked around. Daddy had turned off all but the tree lights, and the room looked and felt warm- magical to her. Mandy reached down between her legs and felt for the BB...that hard little pea thing just inside her slit. That's the place where it felt best to rub. Her peepee tingled and thumped as she rubbed, remembering the feel of daddy's wet, warm tongue right there a moment ago..... Mandy felt rather than saw daddy standing over her. She rolled her head back and tilted it up to see his long, hairy legs looming over her and his hotdog all red and stiff, stuck out like a flagpole. It dripped its juice down onto her face. "Honey...daddy brought some vaseline out from the bathroom. I want to make your bummiecrack feel good and slippery, o.k? We're going to try a new game tonight, 'cause tonight's so special, with just us- and mommy will never know. We won't tell her, will we sweetie?" "Noooooooo," Mandy said solemnly. "Never about our games so's we can play all the time and mommy will be happy too and not go away ever, right daddy?" "Oh, yes, sugarplum. Just our games. No one else's ever," Mike said as he slathered a big gob of vaseline onto the shaft of his cock. He looked dreamily at Mandy as he greased himself down, his foresking sliding back and forth over the head of his dick. She watched as if his movements hypnotized her. "Come over by the tree, pumpkin", he said. Mandy crawled across the rug. Mike hungrily watched her round pink ass and chubby thighs, jiggling rapidly as she made a beeline for the tree on her hands and knees. He caught just a glimpse of darling baby butthole winking at him between the cheeks as she did this. Mandy looked like an angel- a cherub lit with blues and reds and orange lights that reflected off her halo of hair. She knelt on her heels, the luscious vee of her little peepee teasing in between. Mike continued to stroke, so hard for her he felt like he had a huge cucumber growing from his groin, one of those obscene ones that look like a big, green dildo. He wasn't going to fuck her. But he wanted some serious contact with that pussy..... He got down on the floor with her. The tree lights felt warm on his bare skin. He reached down and said, "Spread your legs, honey. Let daddy rub you." She moved her knees farther apart and Mike watched as he used only the middle finger face up, and gently brought Mandy to shivers. Slowly, slowly, watching her eyes take on a heavy look, feeling his cock ache so badly---rigid, jutting out between his own spread thighs as he squatted in front of his daugher. He suddenly scooped her under her arms and pulled her face down to his groin. Mandy knew what to do. But she waited to say the words that drove her daddy crazy... "Can I lick your weinie, daddy? Mandy wants to taste it sooooooooooo bad..." and she pouted in just the way that made him as hot as he had ever been in his LIFE the first time she stumbled on those words, all on her own. Mike groaned out loud this time. REALLY loud this time- for the first time free to let go of the sounds he'd kept clenched for eighteen months. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo....CHRIST jesuschristyesyesyes honey.....lickyourdaddy......lickhimlickhimlick mmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...." Mike pumped his pelvis into Mandy wet, soft mouth. He felt the her sucking on him like his dick was a teat. He pushed and withdrew and pumped at her, then again grabbed her under her arms and pushed her away. He stared like a madman into her little babywhore face. Her lips looked puffy and sensually loose. He rasped, "GET ON YOUR BELLY BABY..." Mandy did as she was told. He saw the gleam of her little ass cheeks tinted by the lights, saw all the 'cream of her' stretched out on the rug in front of him. Her arms against her sides, her face turned away and toward the tree. Mike reached behind him and picked up the jar of vaseline. He dug out a large glob and rubbed it between her warm babybuns. He felt he pucker of her asshole. As he rubbed, it opened a little- so relaxed was she; in a kind of stupor. Mike, supporting himself on his elbows, slid his rock hard cock between her buttock cheeks and thrust horizontally, back and forth. Mandy gave a little moan of pleasure. "Ummmm....I feel your peepee slide up my bum, daddy. I like that daddy...." and he sped up his rhythm. His face had contorted, he was gritting his teeth with his jaw thrust out, going "Ummmpfh! Ummmpfh! I.....will.....not.........fuck....a .....child..." ---and his mind said,"but oh god....oh, I'm gonna cumI'mgonnacummmmm....in this asscrack...oh god...oh sweet jesus CHRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIiiiiiiiIIIIIIST!!!!!!!- and Mike's wad shot hot and hard, pumping out great gouts of jism all over Mandy's ass and back and hair, and he stopped himself just inches from falling full weight on top of her. He was naked, spent and shivering over the messy wetness of his 3 year old daughter.....who really shouldn't have been.....should not have been able to give herself the strokes she needed to bring herself to....but amazingly...... Mandy's little buttocks clenched, picked up an inch or so as her belly contracted away from the floor in some kind of rhythmic jerkinesss all her own. Mike rolled her onto her back and saw that her right hand was buried in her own small crotch and still squeezing and squeezing.... "Your yells made me feel funny daddy....and my peepee opened and closed and oh....daddy," she said gripping at herself...."Mandy feels good!" He kissed her, sliding his tongue into the three year old's mouth. Mike realized from the wetness on his cheeks that he was crying; that he HAD been crying even as he pulsed out his impossible love on this sweet baby girl. "Daddy will always, always love you best", he said as Mandy wrapped her little thighs around his waist, just above his dangling, well spent cock. He trembled all over as he rocked her slowly, with such love and such fear- under a Christmas tree that would never look the same again. Rocked his own life to comfort it and MIke wondered how different the dawn would look tomorrow.... (The End) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 19