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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: My Preteen Collaborators 01 Meeting Milly(9) and Dolly(9)
Summary: A writer of erotic fiction meets two precocious children intent
on living out his and their fantasies
Keywords: Warning!  Mg, gg, les
01: My Wild Imaginings About My Daughter and Meeting Milly and Dolly
I love the library.  Most writers do.  It's the perfect place to both
relax and concentrate, to focus on my craft and hobby, writing erotic

fantasy stories.

   Of course, given the material I write, I have to be a bit more careful
than most.  I need to find a secluded area without any shoulder surfers,
conversationalists or curious gawkers, preferably an out of the way nook
where people rarely come.

   As for my subject matter, it's extreme imaginings about adult males,
females, and little girl sluts who love to suck a dick, offer up their
thick thatched snatches and/or smooth hairless cunts to their deviant
lovers.  My fantasy bitches are not averse to drinking a belly full of pee
in the process or slurping shitty assholes.  These lovely imagined trollops
also feed their asses to their lovers and back up their hot round rumps for
deep soul-grinding ass-fucks.  It's stuff you're likely to find in the less
frequented cyber-aisles of Kristen's collections, alt.sex.stories news
groups and the ASSTR archive.  I am, in fact a regular contributor to the
aforesaid groups.

   In real life, I get all the pussy I can handle.  I have a hot-assed
curvaceous brunette wife who is more than happy to take part in my
dark-souled sex play.  She has a wild sex drive and is just as kinky in the
bedroom as I am.  The thing is, our open ended games have resulted in three
pretty little girls, who we love more than life and who we both want to
keep innocent and virginal, so its agreed that I have to take the erotic
side of my writing hobby out of the house.

   It works out well all around.  The girls see me as a wholesome
chauffeur-type daddy while my wife regularly locks our bedroom door and
ties me up to suffer the consequences of my hidden desires with her nasty
pussy and greased up asshole.  What more could a dirty minded man ask for?

   None of that stops the fantasies though.  I still get off on all these
far-fetched images of willing prepubescent girls who hunger for a hard cock
and a load of sperm.  Just fantasy as I said.  Or so it was until this set
of events took place.

   I had just set up in an out of the way nook in my local library.  They
have desks set up that accommodate four people but there was no one but me
there.  My back was to the wall, I had a clear view of the aisle leading up
to the nook and the entire area of the library was empty of people.  I had
my laptop ready, a notepad beside me and my earphones loaded with a
playlist I use to set my mood.  My latest effort was loosely based on a
simple image I had seen a few days before.  I had been sitting in the
family room, watching TV when my eldest daughter, all of nine years old,
slipped into the room and cuddled up beside me.  I slipped an arm around
her and accidentally nudged one of her puffy little nipples.

   "Oops.  Sorry, sweetheart," I said.  and re-positioned my hand around
her shoulder.

   "That's okay, Daddy," she responded, and let it go.  So did I, more or
less.  For the next few minutes, I stole some glances at my little girl,
taking note of her cute puffy little nipples barely concealed by her
spaghetti strapped top.  Still, within moments I let it go and was back to
normal.  Nothing more came of the incident, nor would it ever.  Except now,
in my writing.  I intended to develop that inadvertent incident into a
full-fledged incestuous relationship in my imagination.  The girl would
become a little tease, unlike my daughter, but in this fantasy, she would
be intent on seducing her daddy, and the man would introduce the little
girl into the weird wonderful world of pussy-licking, asshole rimming, butt
reaming, cream pie pussy filling, along with lots of dick sucking and
little girl orgasms.  She would, of course, love it and they would
eventually include the mother into the mix.  Sounds great, right? 
Obviously totally fictitious with nothing to do with reality, my real life
daughter, my wife or me.

   I had just started jotting down some notes I wanted to include in the
story when the little nook was disturbed by two giggling little girls
breezing down the aisle towards me.  Both were obviously preteens about the
same age as my eldest girl.  One was on the short side with relatively
short cut brown hair and a round face.  Her eyes sparkled with mischief and
she practically bounced when she walked.  She wore a tight white blouse and
pink and white checkered shorts with pink sports shoes.  I could see her
little nipples through her blouse and they had just started to puff out as
a precursor to puberty.  Her friend was slender and wore a very tight body
suit like that of a ballet student or possibly a gymnast that showed off
her body in a way any male with even a slight tinge of pedo could not
ignore.  Her nipples were tiny little bumps.  Her figure was firm and swan
like.  Her tights were so snug she even displayed a camel-toe.  She had
long black straight hair and looked slightly oriental, like some lucky
sonofabitch had managed to impregnate her oriental mother and she was the
result.  The image of these two girls tore my attention away from my little
story and my imagination started constructing a whole new saga centered
around these two little vixens.  I smiled at the girls who both giggled at
my attention before they sat down at the table in front of me with their
backs to me.

   Seeing I was not going to be scrutinized, I began scribbling down a
batch of notes describing these two sexy little girls for some future
endeavor.  After a similar description to the one I gave above, I started
to dig into my unlikely story based on my daughter's imaginary slut twin. I
had not gotten two paragraphs written when the girls in front of me burst
out giggling.  I raised my head to see that they had a digital tablet of
some kind and were using it to access the Internet.  They hovered together
with their heads touching, totally engrossed in what they were reading.  I
could tell from the icon above the page that they were reading something
from ASSTR.ORG.  The same repository where I published my dirty stories.  I
was surprised and intrigued.  What kind of porn would these two little
girls be reading.  I hoped it was some sexy lesbian porn given their
intimate attitude together.  In my mind I could imagine them secreted away
in one of their rooms with the door locked and their faces buried in each
others hairless little snatches, sucking at the lightly perfumed juices
they elicited from each other's sweet little pussies.  My dick hardened and
my mouth began to water.  Sighing to myself, I switched back to my notepad
and scribbled that idea down, then turned up my music and tried to get back
into the story I wanted to write about a horny little girl and her daddy.

   I never got the chance to get too far into it.  In what seemed like
scant minutes, I was suddenly shocked back into the real world.  Hovering
in front of me, the two girls were facing me, leaning over the other side
of the little desk proffering the tablet they were using.  The short-haired
girl, eyes all a'sparkle, was trying to talk to me while her friend eyed me
with an air of knowing complicity.  I removed my ear phones just in time to
hear her say, "Mister, do people really do this stuff?  Is is even
possible?"

   There, in front of me, boldly displayed in black and white, was one of
my own stories.  The passage they were pointing as was one of my more
blatant passages:

   "Vanessa took his hand and he joined her in the toilet.  She looked at
him with a bit of embarrassment.

   "I think I need to use the toilet," she said.

   "No problem," he said.

   "No, I mean I think I need to shit," she blushed as she admitted her
distress.  This finally broke James' reserve.  His nine year old
daughter-yes, he was now thinking of Vanessa as his own little girl-who he
had witnessed fucking her cousin, her uncle, and who he himself had fucked
with all abandon, was embarrassed at him seeing her take a bowel movement.
He laughed.  He couldn't help it.  Of course, Vanessa had no idea what he
was laughing about and said so.

   "What's funny.  Everybody has to go to the toilet."

   "They certainly do," said James.  "Even little girls who fuck all their
relatives."

   Vanessa was confused.  She knew her new found Daddy wasn't mad or sad
now, but she didn't understand why he would be so happy.

   "I don't understand," she admitted.

   James squatted down to eye level with her.  He kissed her.  Deep.  It
was a surprise to Vanessa, but she quickly recovered enough to hold on to
him tight and press her lean body into him.

   When they relaxed from the kiss, James whispered, "I want to see you
shit.  Then I want to use my mouth to clean up your asshole." he said.

   Vanessa looked at James as if she had just realized what he had said,
and with the stark realization that he meant it.

   "That's so nasty," she said, now smiling herself as she realized she was
being ushered into the mysteries of shit sex, something she had wanted
since she saw him suck down little Patricia's shit from her 6 year old
asshole like it was some kind of candy.

   "It sure is nasty," said James.  "Let's admit it.  You are my beautiful
little slut daughter, and I'm your super nasty daddy."

   "I'm a slut?" said Vanessa.

   "Absolutely," answered James.  "A wonderful, sexy, horny, fucking slut."

   Vanessa couldn't tell if this was an insult or a compliment until James
added, "And I love you all the more for it.  From now on, you are my little
slut daughter And you know something?"

   "What?" asked Vanessa, hope beginning to rise in her voice.

   "I don't like to share.  Especially when it comes to someone I love. 
Next time you want to fuck somebody other than me, you ask for my
permission.  If I say no, you keep that tight little pussy reserved for
your old man.  If I say yes, I expect you to keep everything else
reserved."

   "What?" Vanessa said, confused again.

   "I mean, your lips, your mouth, your little titties, your asshole, your
piss and your shit.  They're mine.  If you have to get your pussy plowed,
and if I'm not available to do it, I don't want you to share anything else
with anybody.  Not even your uncle.  No more playing with your asshole.  No
move dick sucking.  That's all reserved for me.  Got it?"

   Vanessa smiled demurely.  "I like that," she said softly.  Then she
giggled.  "You're a freak," she said.

   "Absolutely," James agreed.  "and you're a slut."

   "I'm my Daddy's slut," chimed Vanessa, now grinning brightly.

   "Good," said James, grinning as well.  "Now let me see my little girl
slut take a shit."

   Vanessa sat back on the commode and started to strain.

   "No," said James, I can't see you shit like that.  Stand in the shower."

   Vanessa did as she was told, despite not understanding what was involved
in this new nasty thing, but James could see the child was intrigued by it.

   James quickly peeled off his clothes and joined her.  He sat down so she
straddled his legs with hers and his face was at eye level with her little
ass.

   "I want you to shit standing up," he said.

   "What?" exclaimed Vanessa.  She couldn't believe what her Daddy was
asking her to do.

   "But-but if I do that, I'll get dooky all over you."

   "Looks that way to me," agreed James, but that's the price I have to pay
to see my little girl open up her asshole and shit for me.  In my opinion,
it's well worth it."

   "You are crazy," said Vanessa.

   "No doubt," agreed James again.  "Now, you gonna shit or keep telling
your dad he needs a psychiatrist.

   Vanessa beamed.  "I'm gonna shit all over my Daddy," and did just that.
She squatted slightly, which opened up her tightly packed ass cheeks enough
to let her asshole open.  James quickly grasped the round little mounds of
her ass and spread them.  A quick grunt and Vanessa's shit emitted from her
asshole like a rocket flair.  Her shit splattered out of her asshole and
down onto James's groin.  Some of the splatter landed on his now erect
cock, but some hit his chest and stomach.

   James laughed.  "This wasn't quite what I expected.  You really are
shitting all over me."

   "You want me to stop?" panted Vanessa, who was afraid she was doing
something wrong.

   "No!" said James, moving his face even closer to the nine year old
child's ass.  "Now that we've started, I want you to cover me with your
nasty shit."

   Vanessa grunted again, but this time, when James saw the little pinprick
of an asshole start to distend itself he glued his mouth to it and licked
and sucked at it.

   "Fuck!" squealed Vanessa, but pushed even more when she realized her
Daddy had every intention of ingesting her shit as it came out of asshole.
"You are sooooo nasty, Daddy.  You're even eating my shit."

   And she grunted again.

   James got a mouthful of truly nasty shit, but it wasn't the taste of it
that drove him but the deeper realization that his little girl was sharing
the dirtiest and nastiest aspect of her humanity with him that made him
hungry for more.  He swallowed it with groaning gusto and licked at her
asshole.  He gloried in the realization that although it had been
previously tightened closed when he had tried to tongue fuck her, her
relaxation of it while shitting gave him the opportunity to explore the
filthy interior of her anal cavity.

   Vanessa started crooning "Ohhhhh.  Eat my asshole, Daddy.  Suck out all
my shit."

   Her Daddy did his best to accomplish just that.  Meanwhile the effect on
his cock was powerful and immediate.  Vanessa watched him jack off as he
probed into her ass.

   Breathlessly he pulled away and gasped, "You done, sweetheart?"

   "You want some more, Daddy?"

   "If you got more, I want it," said James.

   "Then suck my butthole more Daddy.  I'll make some more shit for you."

   James leaned in again and licked deeply into her asshole.  As he did,
Vanessa ground her asshole to his mouth.  She concentrated and did her best
to relax.  It took a minute but she finally was able to push out the last
of her excrement.  This last was more solid than what had come previously,
and it slid out of her like an small oiled lump.  James practically choked
on it as it lodged in his throat but he quickly swallowed and had
successfully ingested a full load of little girl shit.

   He loved it.  Vanessa did too.  This was first for her, but she already
knew it wouldn't the last time she would play shit games with her Daddy. 
In fact, she was already wondering what it would be like to reverse their
position."

   I reddened with embarrassment at being caught out.  Could these girls
know I wrote this?  If so, how?  and what were they trying to accomplish by
letting me see what they were reading?

   "First of all," I said, "You girls should not be reading this stuff. 
It's for adults only."

   "Adults always want to keep kids from learning about this stuff," the
short haired girl said.  "They want us to believe the world is full of
cartoon people who never curse or fuck.  That's a bunch of lies."

   "I bet you fuck a lot," added the long haired little beauty, eyeing my
wedding ring.  "I bet you fuck nasty too.  I bet you make your wife suck on
your dick and you lick all up in her pussy and butthole, don't you?"

   "Girls, this is not an appropriate area of discussion," I said.

   "You ever eat your wife's shit, Mister?  or drink her pee like in this
story?"

   "That is none of your business," I said.  "Perhaps I'll get the
librarian involved here."

   "Only if you let her see what you're writing too." responded the short
haired trouble-maker as she read my notes upside down.  "Giggling preteens.
See through blouse.  Puffy suckable nipples.  Long haired Eurasian.  Flat
chest but nipples to gnaw on.  Camel-toe." Then she asked, "What's a
camel-toe?"

   "Let me see that," the long haired girl said, grabbing my note pad
before I could get to it.  She looked at me, "You're writing about us,
"aren't you."

   "Not yet," I responded, letting my thoughts seep out my mouth before I
filtered them.

   Both girls looked at me with wide-eyed awe.

   "You write dirty stories," the oriental child said.

   "Do you?" asked the other girl.

   I started packing up.  "I think its time for me to leave," I said.

   "Wait, no, please," the two of them pleaded.  "Really, Mister, please
tell us.  We just want to know."

   "Yeah, we won't tell anybody," the oriental girl promised.

   "Like I believe that," I said as I shut down my laptop.  "Looks like I'm
going to have to find another writing venue.".

   "Don't be that way," the short haired strumpet whined.  "We just want to
know.  We like these stories, especially the ones this guy writes.  Its all
about little girls fucking and sucking and falling in love with guys who
just want to make them happy.  Sometimes it with their Daddies."

   "And sometimes it with strangers who save them from bad lives."

   "Saves them with his penis," laughed the other girl.  "Shows them sex
can be fun and nasty and tender, and that's the way it should be."

   "It doesn't look to me like either of you girls need saving," I said.

   "Of course not," the oriental girl said.  "And we don't do any of that
stuff either.  We just want to find out if its real or just stories."

   The short haired girl looked at her friend with a combination of
affection and desire, "I think I would do that stuff with you, Dolly.  I
would kiss you and lick you and suck you.  Everything, if you would just
let me."

   The oriental girl rolled her eyes and said, "You have to forgive Milly,
Mister.  She thinks she's a boy."

   "Do not," Milly responded.  She looked to me and said, "I like boys
alright.  Its just that I love Dolly.  We've been best friends since we
were babies.  I'd like to do more than just play games now.  I have
feelings about her.  Like the ones in these stories.  I just wish she would
give it a try."

   "Oh, you'd like to eat my poop?" Dolly challenged.

   "I would do that," Milly admitted, "if that's what it took to make you
my girlfriend.  I'd do it and like it."

   They glared at each other, and then back to me as if it were my turn to
speak.  I looked back and forth between these unusual girls, then imagined
how I would react if either one of them or both were my daughters.

   With that in mind I finally spoke.  "Back to my original statement,
these stories are for adults.  Even more importantly, they're not real. 
They are imaginary stories about imaginary people.  Before anyone reads
this stuff, they need to realize the difference between reality and
fantasy. You can imagine anything.  That's not bad or wrong or good or
evil. It's just fantasy.  If you're smart you can even use your fantasies
to understand yourself better.  As for you, Milly.  The way you feel is
real.  You have discovered you have romantic feelings for Dolly and..."

   "Not just romantic," Milly interrupted.  "I want to fuck Dolly till she
squirts cum in my face."

   "Hmph!  Never gonna happen," Dolly responded.

   "Wait a minute," I said, in full father mode now.  The dick had deflated
and the testosterone had abated.  "Milly, you really love Dolly, right?"

   "Yes." said Milly.

   "But..." Dolly tried to interject.

   I shushed them both and took one of their hands each and held them
together in place with mine.  Their hands were warm and pliant, accepting
my judgement and my touch with a trust I didn't deserve, but was determined
to be worthy of.  "But before you were in love with Dolly, you were already
best friends.  Now, would you be willing to risk your friendship for your
desire?  Would you be willing to lose Dolly's friendship to try and force
yourself on her?"

   "No, of course not," Milly said, pulling her hand back.  Dolly didn't
remove her hand.  I continued to hold hers as I spoke.

   "I didn't think so," I said.  "The important thing is that you've told
her how you feel.  Sometime in the future she may reciprocate, or you may
change and find yourself enamored with someone else.  The most important
thing is that whatever happens, you remain good friends.  Do you agree."

   "Agreed," said Dolly.  We both looked to Milly for her response.  She
looked at Dolly with a mixture of love and anger, and at me with distrust.
Still, she finally acquiesced and slipped her hand back between my two
hands to once again clasp Dolly's.

   "Agreed," she said, and I released the girls hands while theirs remained
clasped together.

   I leaned back in my chair, satisfied with a duty well done when Milly
brought us back to the stories in question.

   "But do people really do that stuff this guy writes about?" she asked.
"That's what we wanted to know."

   I looked back and forth between the girls and calculated my response. 
Finally I said, "From my experience, people do all kinds of stuff to
express their desires.  It can range from holding hands to tying each other
up.  Innocent kisses to toilet sex.  As far as I'm concerned, as long as
the people involved are consenting adults and nobody gets hurt, anything
goes."

   The two girls looked at me.

   "Consenting adults?" asked Dolly.

   "Yep," I grinned.  "In real life.  In fantasy, even those rules are
gone, as long as you know the difference between fantasy and reality."

   "Well, what kind of stuff do you write about?" asked Milly, eyeing my
notepad.

   "Mainly about people holding hands and talking a lot," I responded,
feeling very self-satisfied with my little white lie.

   "Boooorrring!" exclaimed Dolly.

   "Very boring," agreed Milly.  "You should read some of this guy's
stuff," she offered as advice, again showing me my own work of several
years past."

   I just shrugged and thought to myself that I needed to revisit that
story to clean it up a bit.  Meanwhile the two giggling girls rose and left
me to my own devises.

   Smiling to myself, putting my earphones back in place, I began to write
two short stories.  One was about a man with a slutty little girl who
convinced him to try the pleasures of incest.  The other was about two
little girls who learned how to pleasure each other, even to go so far as
proving their love by ingesting each other's shit and piss.  Later that
night I submitted both of them to ASSTR.ORG, and drug up the old work Dolly
and Milly had been reading to see if I could edit it a little more
effectively.
   ~to be continued~