              Getting my Daughters Dressed for School
                         An Erotic Story

     I looked at my three little girls.
     The outfits were just perfect.  At 8, 10, and 12 years old, 
the three little girls looked like a pedophile's wet-dream.
     I had gotten the idea of the dresses from the girl-punk-rock 
stars, who dressed up like "kindersluts," or little girls who 
wanted to get fucked.  Only instead of just looking like little 
girls, (like the women in the rock groups,) these actually WERE 
little girls, and as for wanting to get fucked, well we'd just 
have to see.
     The outfits sure did the job.  VERY short cotton dresses, 
barely covering the juncture of their thighs.  The form-fitting 
bodies of the dresses were cut very carefully to emphasize 
whatever features were most attractive for each of the three 
girls.
     Up under the skirts, were white cotton panties that had been 
modified from ones slightly too big for the girls, to ones that 
not only fit like a second-skin, but performed other wonders as 
well.  I had agonized over whether the panties should match the 
skirts, and make people wonder if the little girls were wearing 
anything underneath the short little dresses, or whether I should 
make them plain white, and thereby call those same people's 
attention to the fact that they WERE seeing the child's panties.
     For now, I had decided on the second approach.  Especially 
with the panty modifications.  They weren't obvious.  The crotch 
had been carefully unstitched in each, and then the extra fabric 
carefully stitched back, so that an indentation was formed, in 
the front and the back, emphasizing things that panties normally 
obscured.
     Normally, if a girl wears panties, they smooth out the back 
and front, making a girl look sexless.  (On a man, there's always 
a lump in front.)  THESE panties were different. the fabric was 
cut and stitched to make the center of the panty pull in, in the 
rear.  So, the cloth worked its way into the crack of the little 
girl's ass, showing off the cheeks.  Most of the extra fabric was 
used there.
     A tiny little dimple did something similar in front, 
allowing a close observer to actually SEE the mounded lips of the 
girl's pubis making separate bulges in the front.  In effect, you 
could see the child's slit making a dimple in the panties.  It 
was almost like looking at the little girl naked. . . Even though 
she was fully clothed.
     Similar care had been taken with the short little dresses.
     All three girls were too young to require bras, but the 
effects of one were carefully included in each dress.  Subtle 
padding here and there belied the skin-tight look of the form-
fitting outfits.
     Penny's skinny little hips looked rounded, and slightly 
fuller.
     Jennifer's barely visible bumps on her chest looked slightly 
bigger; but more important, it looked as though you could see an 
erect nipple on each of them.  As if Jenny was sexually excited.



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     No less care had gone into Molly's outfit, making the 8 year 
old look like a child-molester's dream.  I was so proud of my 
little girls.

     They seemed proud of their new clothes too.
     "Well," I asked finally, "what do you think?"
     Jennifer giggled.  "Mr. Gordon's going to march me straight 
to the principal's office, when he sees this outfit."
     The other girls looked at each other and agreed.  "Me too," 
the both replied.
     "Good," I said.
     Hopefully, all this work would be worth it.  The children 
needed a father, I needed a husband, and none of us were uptight 
about sex.  My late husband had seen to that; raising the little 
girls in an open manner that hid nothing.  All three girls had 
quite often seen the two of us making love, as we never hid it 
from them.
     Neither one of us had ever touched them either.
     It was not our job to even imply that we might like to have 
them join us in bed.  Still, we didn't deny them that privilege 
either.  If any of the girls had asked to join us, we would have 
simply moved over.
     Though they never had, at least until now, I had always 
somehow expected that Penny would ask her father to be "first" 
when she turned 12, or started having periods, whichever came 
first.  Then my bum of a late husband had to go and get himself 
killed by a drunk driver.  I still ache.

     I had almost given up on ever finding a proper husband 
again, when one of the girls came home giggling about the rumor 
that the principal was a pedophile, who likes to fuck little 
girls.
     A little discreet investigation, and I was sure of it.
     Well, if Mr. Gordon likes to fuck little girls, then do I 
have a deal for him!
     I figure that I have to act fast though, before some irate 
parent finds out, and he gets kicked out.  I figure it will be 
worth it to both of us.
     I discussed it with the girls, and we all agreed.  If Mr. 
Gordon likes to fuck little girls, then he can marry me, and fuck 
all four of us.  By fucking me, he'll keep himself in little-girl 
pussy for the rest of his life, as I'll have as many as I can, 
while I still can.
     By the time I get too old to have any more babies, some of 
his daughters should be old enough to fuck, and the girls should 
be able to take over having babies, so he should never run out.
     Perfect for him, and perfect for us.  Only we have to catch 
him first.  So far, he has never been caught "poking" one of his 
charges, no matter HOW much he wants to.
     If I just walked up and propositioned him, I'd probably get 
thrown out on my ear.  We have to get a handle on him first.  
Thus the "kinderslut" outfits.





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     If I have any faith in my little girls abilities, (and I 
do,) then all three girls will come home tonight with generous 
helpings of the schoolteacher's thick sticky sperm warming their 
tight little tummies.
     After that, it won't be long until I got laid myself.
     I figured once the guy knows I am willing to get knocked up, 
so he could have even MORE little girls to fuck, he won't mind 
spending some of his time in my bed, as well as in my daughters'.  
I can hardly wait.
     It may seem a little underhanded to trap the poor guy this 
way, and not a good way to start a marriage, by one person 
blackmailing the other.  Still, I figure I'm going to be 
blackmailing him into getting the very thing he wants most in 
life, and figures he'll never get. . . All the prime kiddy pussy 
he could ever want.  And with no worries.
     I figure he became a schoolteacher just to be close to kids.  
Never expecting to get into any of their cute little panties, of 
course, but still being close.
     If he marries me, he'll be safe:  Able to actually FUCK all 
the little girls he wants to, while not having to worry about 
some irate parent coming after him with a shotgun.
     If I'm wrong, I'm wrong; and he won't even touch the kids.  
So, we won't be any worse off than we were before.
     If I'm right, then he gets what he wants, and we get what we 
want.  I can't wait to see little Molly squirming under her 
stepfather, as he squirts the little kid's tight little slit full 
of baby-making seed.
     Who knows, if we're REALLY lucky, maybe all FOUR of us will 
be pregnant before the year is up.  Both Penny and Jennifer are 
already menstruating, and we figure it won't be that long before 
Molly starts; as her sisters both started before they were nine 
years old.  So did I.

     I hope I did a GOOD job on those "kinderslut" outfits.
     It would be a shame to waste all that work.






















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