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Authors name: Karen Recalls (recalls2002@yahoo.com)
Story title : Ice Storm
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Ice Storm (Mf, inc, ws, ped)
by Karen Recalls (recalls2002@yahoo.com)
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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...
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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)
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