Dee's Poopy Little Bottom (Mg, inc, ped, solo, oral, anal, ws, enem, scat) 

by MuffinLuver 

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This story is a work of fiction which means that it is fantasy and did
not happen. If stories featuring sex between an adult and child offends
you, then don't read it! 

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Introduction and Prologue: 

My stories are not nature ones. My wife's idea about camping out was a
hotel, without room service. Maybe once or twice, the little ones peed
on the side of the road. But those instances were never impressed on my
mind. The biggest impression started with the potty training. Teaching
them to use the toilet when they had to go and how to wipe, and cleaning
up the messes. There was the inevitable bed wetting, and trying to get
that under control. 

The youngest daughter, I will call Kay and the oldest Dee. 

Kay learned to wipe early, but Dee, just couldn't/wouldn't get the hang
of it. Mom gave me charge of the training. Kay was all business, in and
out of the bathroom in two minutes. But Dee, took the longest time, and
there was the inevitable, "Daddy, come wipe me." Or, "Daddy, there's no
toilet paper." 

If Daddy wasn't around, Dee just didn't wipe at all. She left some awful
pee stains and skid marks in her panties. A lot of times, it was up to
Dad to clean a very nasty butt. 

At first, this was pretty repulsive, but after a while, it was obvious
to me that Dee liked the attention, and it was game for her. 

I never had an attraction to children until the game with my daughter
progressed over the years. The only experience I had was with my
cousins, when I was a child myself. Incest and playing sex was a
favorite game during visits and reunions. Us children could always find
ways to entertain ourselves. 

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Chapter One: 

I know it may sound sick to some people, but after a few years of
cleaning poopy little bottoms, pissy little cracks and changing wet
clothes and sheets, I started enjoying it. 

It seemed like Dee always wanted to push the envelope with me. After a
while, I would get an instant erection when I heard, "Daddy, come wipe
me." Or, she would stand in front of me, holding her crotch, while pee
dribbled into her clothes and down her legs. Then, there was always the
shaking at 3:00 AM, with "Daddy, my bed is wet. Please don't wake Mommy
up." 

After a while, Dee started questioning, how well I was wiping, and how
clean her bottom and crack were. 

So, being the dutiful Dad, I started wiping several times, and closely
inspecting just how clean things were down there. This lead to some mild
humor, profound observations, and a shortage of toilet paper. 

Pretty soon, the wet little crack required a digital inspection to see
if it was 'really dry'. Then, the poopy little bottom needed extra
washing and attention. 

Things became really wild when, after I washed and dried a very nasty
little bottom, I made, what I thought was a humorous remark, "Clean
enough to kiss." 

Dee replied, "Kiss it." 

I sprayed my shorts when I complied with her wish, and my lips touched
her little bottom pucker. 

Things were a bit touchy-feely and a game to that point. Now they were
sexual. 

I came in my pants as I kissed her little wrinkled hole, then I had to
lick and taste it. 

She started cooing like a dove. Then started wiggling her little butt on
my mouth, telling me to scratch it some more with my tongue. 

I don't know how long our session lasted, but I was hooked from that
moment on. Her little butthole and crack, became something I would keep
clean, and treasure till the day I die. 

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Chapter Two: 

I think Dee was about three or four at the time. Its been so long ago, I
find it hard to recall ages, dates or years. Making sure her little
bottom was spotless, became a routine. It simply was not good enough to
just wipe, it needed to be washed with a cloth and tested for
cleanliness with my tongue. 

If I wasn't around to wipe, it simply did not get done. She never asked
mom or anyone else to help out. She would do her business, and pull her
panties up. I think she enjoyed the messy bottom and panties and was not
concerned, because Dad would have to clean up the mess when he got home.

After a while, because of the constant reprimands, she started holding
it in, till she got home. Of coarse, this led to many accidents. Not so
many pooping incidents, as pants wetting. I would pick the girls up from
daycare, and halfway to the house, she would grab her crotch and start
the 'pee pee' wiggle in the car seat. I don't recall her wetting the car
seat, but a lot of times, after we got home, she couldn't make it to the
bathroom fast enough. She would let loose at the front door, hallway or
on the ground outside the car door. 

Jeans, shorts and pants were always an issue. I can't remember the
number of times that I would open the front door, and she made a mad
dash to the bathroom, and couldn't get her pants unfastened. She would
stand in front of toilet, screaming for help while the pee soaked her
pants, and puddled on the floor. 

To arrest the pants issue, my wife and I decided that skirts and dresses
were more utilitarian. That was not always the case. I recall many times
while standing at the front door, trying to unlock it, she would hose
down my pants leg and shoes. 

I tried carrying her to bathroom quickly, but, sometimes that led to an
even bigger mess. Her clothes, my clothes and a trail of pee all the way
to the bathroom. 

With her decision to not poop when she was away from the house,
constipation became an issue, and she couldn't poop for days. My wife
decided that a mild laxative would help. It did, but not at the right
time. Nothing like changing poopy night clothes, sheets and sometimes a
trail of runny poop to the bathroom. 

I was brought up receiving regular enemas. When I was young, it was a
cure all. We had a bag hanging in a very conspicuous location in our
bathroom, and you couldn't miss it when you walked in. Same goes for the
rest of father's family, which was quite large. When visiting relatives,
my cousins would always want to play the enema game. Nothing like being
in a bathroom, with several girl cousins, taking turns sliding the
nozzle into each others butts. I don't every remember filling the bag
for these games. 

There was always an enema bag in my bathroom, mainly for my own use.
Hidden away, because my wife detested the sight. So, I decided that
giving Dee a nice bottom washing was a better idea than laxatives, and
the consequent mess. 

She was very reluctant with the idea of something going into her bottom
at first. So, I had to make it into a game, explaining all of the proper
positions, how the bag was filled with water, and we played with the
valve for a while. She seemed to be most comfortable on her hands and
knees in the bathtub. After she was in position, I made a big deal out
of lubing her little anus and sliding the nozzle in several times. 

Things were all well and good, till I opened the valve and the warm
water started flowing into her rectum. She started screaming bloody
murder. So, I stopped the water and tried to calm her down. It took
quite a while, with a lot of reassurances, back and tummy rubbing,
before I could convince her to allow me to start the water flowing
again. 

By this time, the water in the bag was cold. I made a game of filling it
with warm water, letting her test it to make sure it was the right
temperature, and, we played with the nozzle and valve. She seemed to
like opening the valve, and making the water shoot everywhere. After I
was convince she was calm and ready to give it another try, I talked to
her through each step. 

This time, when I opened the valve gently, she whimpered a little, but I
was able to calm her down quickly. She was able to take about a cup,
before she started cramping. I shut the valve off, and tried to get her
to hold it for a little while so it would be more effective. She was not
going to have any of that, so I removed the nozzle, and poop and water
went flying. Luckily, it was in a tub, which was much easier to clean
up. 

So, I cleaned her up, cleaned the tub up, then gave her a bath. After
she was dried off, she told me her bottom itched and wanted me to check
it. Which I did, and that led to kissing and tongue scratching. I don't
know how long the play lasted, but I had a serious case of blue balls,
and needed relief, fast. 

I got her dressed and sent her to her room and quickly departed to my
bathroom to relieve the ache. Maybe six strokes and I was shooting a
massive quantity of cum into the toilet. Unknown to me at the time, was
the fact that in my haste, I did not shut the bathroom door and Dee was
standing there, watching me stroke myself and shoot into the toilet. 

This led to the inevitable round of questions, and explanations of why
my thing was hard, why I was rubbing it, and what all that white stuff
was. So, being the doting father, I tried to explain to her that daddy's
things sometimes got hard when they see beautiful little girls butts.
When daddy's rub their things, it feels really good, like her bottom
does when daddy is kissing and licking it. The white stuff was like
cream, and only comes out when daddy's feel really, really good. 

So, what does she ask then? 

"Daddy, make the cream come out again, I didn't see it very well." 

What have I gotten myself into? I just had what was one of the biggest
orgasms of my life, and suddenly this steel bar pops up again in my
pants begging for attention. I wasn't ready to deliberately jack off in
front of my little girl, so I made an end to the conversation and
escorted her to her room to play. I went back to the bathroom, shut and
locked the door and emptied a second load, in record time. 

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Chapter Three: 

Nudity was never an issue around the house. Sometimes, we even took
family showers together. I believe the shower thing started to teach the
little ones hygiene and how to properly clean themselves. This went on
for several years. I guess until the kids started kindergarten. 

We were not nudists and didn't stay nude all the time. But, it was
normal for mom and the kids and I to wear nothing but undies around the
house. If I was lounging around the house, a lot of times, I would only
wear a bathrobe. The wife and I usually slept in the nude, and the kids
in panties or a night dress. 

Somewhere along the line, Dee started forgetting her panties when
dressing. I don't believe we ever scolded her for it. We just pointed
out that it would be embarrassing if someone looked under her dress.
And, Dee was not very modest, and kept her legs spread when sitting. I
think she was in her teens before she learned to sit lady-like. 

At that time, it was not erotic for me to see bald little cunny. I grew
up playing with my cousins. In my teens, it was normal for a cousin to
play horsey on my leg. Sometimes, this lead to a stiffy. After I was
able to cum, I would let my cousin have fun, then excuse myself to the
bathroom for a while. 

Dee, liked to play horsey, a lot. There is something about a bare little
cunny, rubbing on your bare leg. This lead to an inevitable tent in my
bathrobe or shorts. I thought I needed a quick visit to the bathroom to
relieve the swelling. 

Dee liked to follow me around, everywhere. If I shut the bathroom door,
she would open it. If I locked it, she would pound on the door and start
whining. If I didn't let her in quickly, she would start screaming. 

So, what do I do? Here I am naked, beating my meat, and I let her in.
She sees my erection, and this big smile breaks out on her face.
Casually, she walks in and sits on the tub so she can watch closely. I
am kind of in a dilemma at this point, and my balls are starting to
ache. So, what do I do? I sit back on the toilet and start stroking
again. 

Dee asks, "Is the cream is going to come out." 

I can't answer because my cum starts shooting three foot in the air.
And, she is clapping her hands and smiling and telling me how wonderful
it is. 

I just about blacked out with the intensity of the orgasm. So, I sit
there in a daze, listening to and watching her. Watching daddys cum
shoot out was the best thing in the world. 

She then states, "My bottom is itchy. Would you scratch it for me?" 

What am I to do? I just jacked off in front of my daughter, I am covered
with cum, and it is all over the floor and toilet, and my daughter wants
me to scratch her bottom. 

I ask her to bend over and pull up her dress so I can take a look. Well,
it looks like I had the wrong 'bottom' in mind. She tells me she wants
me to scratch the 'front bottom'. 

I had never paid much attention to her little cunny up to that point,
except to wash and wipe. There was a little touching if she asked, to
make sure it was dry, and the horsey play on my leg. Like I said before,
bald little cunny was not erotic to me. But, things were changing
quickly. 

So, I took off her dress and had her sit on the toilet. She does and
lets loose a stream of pee that just about took the porcelain off the
bowl. 

Then sweetly asks, "Wipe me daddy." 

I tear off a piece of toilet paper and dab her little crack. What does
she do? She starts peeing on my hand and laughing, like it's the
funniest thing in the world. Okay, a little pee on my hand didn't bother
me. I dry my hand and ask her if she is through. With a big smile on her
face, she bobs her head up and down. I tear off another piece of toilet
paper and start to wipe her. 

She says, "No, wipe me with your mouth." 

What? Where did she ever come up with an idea like that? I've tasted pee
before, and it wasn't too repulsive. But, I don't think I had ever used
my mouth to clean a pissy crack. 

Here I am naked, kneeling in front of my naked daughter who is sitting
on the toilet, with a brand new, throbbing erection. 

What do I do? I ask her to scoot to the edge of the seat and spread her
legs wide so I can wipe her with my mouth. 

She does, and as soon as my mouth is close to her little cunny, she lets
loose another stream of pee, and closes the gap with my mouth. My mouth
is full and pee is covering my face and dribbling down my body, and
little Dee is laughing and smiling. She then starts doing the horsey,
humping her little cuntlet against my mouth. 

Pretty soon the pee stops flowing, but the humping against my mouth
continues. Hey, I love to eat pussy. Never one this young, but I have an
open invitation, and my cock tells me it's a good thing. So, my tongue
quickly finds her little clit and goes to work while I grab my cock and
start pounding. 

This has to be the most erotic thing I have ever experienced. 

Pretty soon Dee's laughter turns into little moans and the cooing
starts, like when I'm licking her little bottom pucker. Well, Dee liked
the bottom licking, but the pussy licking was so much better. 

I don't know if I made her cum then, I didn't even know if someone her
age could cum. But, we both were enjoying it immensely. Here she was,
humping my mouth while I lick her clit and my cum is shooting into the
air, covering both of us. 

The End

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