How Karen Spent her Summer Vacation, Part I "Sunscreen" (P-M2g1, H-AH, I-Mf) An erotic story by Katryna Last updated 12/17/06 This adult story is (C) by Katryna. It may be redistributed subject to a few provisions but may not be sold or otherwise used for profit and must have this heading attached. Please read my legal notice as downloading, redistributing, or reading this story signifies your agreement to the terms and conditions outlined within it. Author's Note: A little whimsical and playful and a lot affectionate, but reportedly very hot nonetheless (as strange a concept as I find this, some people seem to regard those concepts as incompatible unless established otherwise). This one grew out of a roleplay that I did a while back and loved, though it turned out "softer" than the roleplay. I expect I'll be doing more with these characters, but I'm making the stories discrete vignettes rather than chapters. Works better for what I envision. Karen Michaels smiled sort of vacantly as she gazed out her bedroom window at the spacious back yard and pool. The water sparkled dazzlingly in the hot morning sun--afternoon sun, she corrected herself after a glance at the clock, albeit only barely--if viewed from the right angle, and though she was a few degrees off the reflection was still quite bright. It certainly looked inviting, if not precisely mystical, and she could imagine slipping into it, diving, swimming and frolicking as the simultaneous feelings of warmth and coolness caressed her young body. Karen sighed and returned her gaze to the sheet of math problems in front of her. She just couldn't shake the feeling that she was the only kid in her class who had to stay inside and finish homework on a Sunday like this one. She wasn't entirely wrong, she thought with a chuckle; at least half the kids would be finishing after dinner. Dismissing them as lazy and irresponsible made her current situation a bit more bearable, though she knew better than to call them stupid, no matter how tempting. The fact that she was doing so well in her accelerated math class had made quite a few of them nastily jealous, and she suspected, though she wasn't entirely sure why, that the teacher wasn't too happy with her ability. Well, no, she reflected, she knew why. She'd suspected this, so over the course of a week she'd plotted the gender demographics of the students he called on to answer problems. He called on boys, she concluded, about 2.81 times as often as girls. And he had no problem with calling on the same boy repeatedly, so there went that possible excuse for his near-habitually ignoring her hand in the air. She wasn't sure, but she suspected that he probably graded her work much tougher, too, which might explain things like her third place standing in the class despite getting more correct answers than the two boys ahead of her when called on--and despite the fact that unlike them, she knew from listening to them and watching them, she did her homework alone. She wondered how they did even decently on tests, where they had to work by themselves. She clenched her fist, caught herself before she snapped her pencil in half, and sighed again. She only had four more days of "school" and three more of school. School was out for the summer that Thursday, and any semblance of actual education ended with Wednesday?s test. Then she'd have all summer to swim and play and... "You'd have all today to swim and play too, if you'd just wade through these last few problems," She reminded herself, her imagined voice sounding a lot like her father's. She nodded and shrugged, pushing her gleeful planning for the summer to the back of her mind as she focused on the "Problem Solving II," known to her and her father as "pre-pre-algebra," homework in front of her. She stretched her smooth, bare legs a bit as she read through the next word problem, fidgeting a bit in her seat. She wiggled her toes absently as she worked through the problems, giggling slightly as she rubbed the soles of her bare feet against the plush carpet. Ten minutes later she was done. She clapped happily, picked up the four sheets of binder paper that made up her weekend homework, holding both sides of the small stack and tapping the bottom against her desk to line them up, then stuck them in the stapler and stapled them together. She hopped up out of her seat and marched triumphantly to the door, giggling the whole way. Karen flung it open and scampered downstairs. Jim Michaels was sitting at the kitchen table in jean shorts and a t-shirt, his feet bare like his daughter's. His blue-gray eyes, also matching his daughter's, flicked up from the stack of papers in front of him as she scampered into the room, and he smiled warmly. "Hey pumpkin. How's it going?" "My homework's done daddy!" She announced gleefully. He smiled, looking at her thoughtfully for a moment. The girl was around 4'9", with eyes to match his, but a strong accent of her mother's copper blended into her longish hair outshadowed whatever genes of his aspiring-blond-brown she'd received. Her skin was milky pale and as resistant to tanning as her mother's, and she'd inherited her freckles as well. "And her build," He thought, glancing over her lovingly. Karen, like her mother, had a slightly stocky build and was quite chubby. He'd made damn sure, while she was growing up, that the girl was never ashamed or uncomfortable with her body, and while he'd taught her to eat reasonable portions of a healthy diet as a rule, he had been quite indulgent with sweets. Her pudgy, dimpled cheeks (both sets, he thought with a mental affectionate grin) and habitual carefree smile gave a strong impression of playful innocence, and he insisted earnestly on the few occasions where she expressed doubts that she was adorable. She had a noticeable amount of padding all over and a definitely round little tummy, with a hint of love handles forming, but she'd only been on a diet once. That had been more than three years ago, toward the end of the first week of school, when she'd discovered that although she and her father had no problem with her pudginess, her classmates were a different story. She was quite disheartened and had told him, once they got home from school, that she was on a diet, which she seemed to think meant eating nothing at all. He'd held her closely for about an hour, explaining to her why people were the way they were about this sort of thing. Like her mother, he explained, she naturally tended to put on a certain amount of weight, and this was nothing to be upset about or ashamed of, and certainly nothing to obsess over trying to fix. It was just the way she was. She understood and agreed that his perspective made a lot more sense than that of her classmates. Her "diet" lasted for a matter of hours, and amounted to not eating her school lunch. For dinner, with her enthusiastic and relieved cooperation, they'd "made a statement" against this obsession with weight by downing two helpings each of macaroni and cheese with vegetables. They'd gone to the store next and picked out a gallon carton of ice cream together, then baked and ate a batch and a half of brownies between them, along with said ice cream while curled up on the couch watching cheesy kiddy movies until long past her usual bedtime. She'd never attempted to diet again, and had been asking kids--and, he thought with a momentary spark of odium, the occasional adult--"so what?" when they pointed out her weight. They never had much of a reply to that, aside from comments to the effect of "you're ugly," to which she smugly replied that even if that were true it'd be better than being "ugly on the inside" like they were. She took to matter-of-factly describing herself as "fat" when they were more or less alone together and never bothered with euphemisms like "plump" (he suspected "voluptuous" and "full-figured" weren't ones she'd have much interest in adopting, later, either). He'd initially found her choice of adjectives worrisome, but gradually gathered that she not only wasn't ashamed of it but was getting to be almost proud of it. He had adopted the same term for her, hesitantly at first, but he quickly grew accustomed to it, and about a year later, experimentally, he began to call her "pumpkin" as a pet name, though only out of earshot of others; he could imagine well enough how they'd snicker, and what they'd be thinking even if they resisted that impulse. She, on the other hand, loved the new pet name and smiled brightly each time he said it. He used "fat" occasionally of himself, which made her giggle, and she pointed out grinningly that he wasn't fat like she was. Which was true enough; he'd put on some weight over the years, but was still in pretty good shape. He was tallish and broad-shouldered, with a light tan and relatively little body hair, a trait her mother had shared and that he imagined she'd inherited, though she was too young to tell as yet. He had learned to appreciate simple pleasures like good food growing up, especially as hard as it was to get. He'd grown up in near-poverty, and perhaps, he reflected, that was part of why he was glad his daughter was so well-fed; he knew the opposite condition all too well. Jim blinked, drawing his several seconds of reverie to a close. "That's great, pumpkin. I'll check over it later," He responded. "So...any plans for the rest of the day?" "I'm goin' swimmin'," She replied, grinning. This was one of her favorite pastimes, and he knew it. She was always happier when the pool was habitable. He encouraged it, since he figured getting some exercise was good for her. Padding was fine, but she still needed to keep what was under it in shape (as did he, he reminded himself, making a hundredth note to work out more often). His only limitation on it, and on most of the other ways Karen liked to spend her time, was that she fulfill her responsibilities--homework and the handful of chores she'd taken over--first. "Have a great time then, dear," He replied, smiling lovingly at his daughter, glancing her over again. Besides her weight and unusual academic talent, particularly in math, she had several other peculiarities, and the one he was noting at the moment was her preferred style of dress. Like many kids, she'd never liked wearing clothes as a baby or toddler, but unlike most of them, she'd retained that disdain for modesty as she grew. Her legs were bare now, and she was clad, as was most common for her around the house, only in a pair of panties and a t-shirt. She always took her jeans and shoes off as soon as she got in the door. This, too, he'd never begrudged her, though he thought it slightly odd. It seemed to make her happier and more comfortable, and it certainly made him happy that she was comfortable enough with her chunky--"fat," he reminded himself with a mental grin--little body that she felt no urge to cover it up. He'd initially allowed her to run around the house naked except for a diaper as a toddler, then just plain naked once she was more or less potty-trained (with regards to daytime hours, at any rate, though she ceased bedwetting soon after). As she grew tall enough to be easily visible through the windows he encouraged her to wear a shirt or something, and when she started school, he encouraged her to wear underwear around the house as well, at least during the day, for the sake of appearances if nothing else. Of course, on the rare occasions people came visiting she dressed "normally." She usually wore a shirt and underwear, but she slept naked and often never bothered putting anything on again after her bath. He didn't mind, as the blinds were closed anyway. The one thing she was inflexible on was that she refused to wear a swimsuit when she swam, which he had mixed feelings about but tolerated since it made her happy and didn't seem to embarrass her. Besides, the yard was quite private on three sides and the neighbor on the last one, Mr. Evans, was cool. Her comfort with her body had a similar influence on him; though he didn't walk around naked in front of her he often went shirtless or in briefs and a bathrobe--or just briefs--and on rare occasions, when he was quite sure no one would see into the yard, he had gone skinny-dipping with her. This was just part of a larger pattern; they were extremely comfortable and friendly with each other. Ever since he'd been granted full custody of her, shortly after she was born, Jim had been extremely close to his daughter, and that had only intensified as she started school. He'd always known she was bright, but had been surprised and pleased by just how well she'd done in school. The other kids weren't happy, though, and between her brains and her looks she hadn't made any friends to speak of. She had a couple playmates at school, but they never seemed to spend time together outside of it. He'd been concerned about her social development since he'd noticed earlier that, although she didn't act "shy," she tended to keep to herself when she wasn't playing or otherwise hanging out with him. But she seemed quite happy and confident as she progressed, and his concern faded into a perpetual shrug and tolerant smile. He enjoyed spending time with her, and always made sure his work didn't bite off more of their time together than he could swallow, so to speak. He smiled again, and she grinned broader in response, then cocked her head, looking both hopeful and disappointed. "Gonna join me daddy?" He sighed, smiled weakly. "In a bit, pumpkin. I gotta finish going over these briefs." "Okie," She replied, hugging him and kissing his cheek before scampering to the back door, opening it wide, excitedly, and closing it behind her. He smiled as he pictured her dancing happily, as she usually did, in the hot sun. The sun! He smacked his forehead and got up hurriedly, glancing over at the end table next to the door. Sure enough, the big bottle of sunscreen was still on it. He sighed, shook his head, and hurried to the door, grabbing the bottle as he turned the knob, looking around for Karen. He was afraid she'd already have jumped in the pool and gotten wet, but he was relieved to see that she was still quite dry. She hadn't even taken her clothes off yet; she was simply enjoying the warmth of the sunshine, standing on the desk with her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her face. "Pumpkin?" He asked. She opened her eyes and glanced over at him. "Yes daddy?" "Did you remember to put sunblock on?" "Ooh...um, no..." She said, blushing a little and looking sheepish. She'd had a couple nasty sunburns before, and these had left a strong impression on her, but her eagerness to get into the warmth and the water was often enough to make her forget to put sunscreen on. "Jesus, kid," He responded, rolling his eyes in mock exasperation, unable to suppress a grin. "Do I need to put it on you myself?" "Yep!" She responded, then stuck her tongue out, giggling all the while. "Fine, I will," He said, chuckling. He walked over to the picnic table, motioning for her to follow him. "Better get ready," He told her, still grinning. She mock pouted for a moment before cracking up laughing, and he joined her merriment and instant later. "Yeah, I better," She said, once she'd calmed down a bit. She reached down and unceremoniously lifted her t-shirt, the red one with the big pink heart on it that she loved, slipping it up and over her head. The padding on her torso, particularly her rounded tummy, jiggled a bit as she laughed under the shirt before she finally got her head out of it. Karen tossed the shirt aside, and he watched it flutter down to drape itself halfway off of the picnic table bench. Without hesitating she reached down and slipped her white, purple-polka-dotted panties from her hips, bending forward slightly as she lowered them, baring her cute, ample bottom behind her and her cute, puffy little mound, a hint of cleft and lips visible where it retreated between her pudgy thighs. Her "kitten," they called it. He wondered idly whether they'd adopt "kitty" as she grew older, or shift to the ubiquitous "pussy" from which the pet names (no pun intended, he thought with a chuckle) had been derived. Then again, he wondered if they'd even still talk about it at all; he gathered that most dads and daughters didn't. He took the bottle of sunscreen, clicked it open, and squirted a goodly glob into his hand. "Here, let's start with your legs," He said. "Left one first." She nodded and lifted her chubby left leg, placing her foot on the picnic table the way she usually did when she did it herself. She grinned, and he smeared the glob of lotion on his hands up the outside of her leg, from halfway up her shin to halfway up her thigh, then began to work it in and around with his palms and fingers. He started from her ankles, rubbing it into the tops of her feet, then worked his way up her legs, the same way he used to when she was little and just learning to swim. Then he worked it up her shin, then all around her knee, tickling the back in the process and making her squeal. He almost thought he felt her tensing just slightly as he worked up her thighs, particularly as he rubbed the sunscreen into her inner thigh, but he figured it was his imagination. After working it up her thigh, stopping just short of her kitten, Jim squirted another glob onto his palm, indicating for her to switch legs. She lifted her right one and planted her foot on top of the bench as before. He repeated the application the same way, first her feet, then her shin. His hands slipped up past her knee without incident before diving down to tickle her knee a couple seconds later, evoking a second squeal and another giggling fit. As he worked up her thigh, but he noted to his surprise that he definitely felt her quivering, albeit just slightly, as he rubbed the sunscreen into her inner thigh. He glanced at her face, which betrayed nothing out of the ordinary, returned her playful grin, and let it go. "Let's do your shoulders next," He suggested. "Okie." She smiled, returned her feet to the ground, and turned her back to him. He squirted another glob on his palm and smeared it along her shoulders, then began to rub it in, working it all over her shoulders and the back of her neck, then sliding his hands slowly down her back, kneading all the way. Half-unconsciously, he stopped just short of her bottom. "Now your front." She nodded, turned, smiling. Her face was just slightly reddened, he noticed; it didn't look like a sunburn, though she wouldn't have had time to develop one readily. He figured she was a bit flushed from the heat. "You feeling all right, pumpkin?" He tried to catch himself, but too late. "Yeah, I'm good," She replied, grinning. "All right," He said, and smeared another glob of sunscreen across her chest, then began to work it around. He kneaded it into the front of her shoulders and the beginnings of her arms, then worked downward, smiling slightly as he began to rub the sunscreen lower on her chest. Her chubbiness made her chest swell slightly, looking a bit like she'd started breast development early, and he noticed this acutely as he worked the sunscreen into the area around her nipples. She returned his smile and giggled a bit, but he noticed that she shivered slightly each time his hands brushed across her nipples. He shrugged and she followed suit. He made a show of reapplying sunblock to his hand before putting it on her tummy, and she giggled and rolled her eyes. They teased each other like this occasionally, about various things. He worked his hands all over her pudgy tummy and her sides, grasping her proto-love handles in the process, then used his fingertip to rub some into her bellybutton. Again half-consciously, he stopped just short of where her mound began. "Arms now?" She asked, and he nodded. She lifted them, and he began at her wrists, rubbing sunblock into one arm at a time, stopping to tickle her armpits, making her giggle, pulling her arms down and squirming a bit. He made sure they were nice and greasy with sunblock. "Close your eyes, pumpkin," He said, and she did so, grinning broadly. He squirted some more sunblock into his hand, a smaller dab this time, and began to rub it carefully into her face, making sure to get plenty on her nose and ears. "C'n I open 'em?" She asked, giggling, and he nodded, knowing she couldn't see him. "Yes dear, he said after a moment, laughing along with her, and she opened her eyes. He conspicuously looked her body over. "Now what?" "Better get my feet," She said. "I did, pumpkin." "Noo, the bottoms," She said, giggling. "Oh, right. How do you propose we do that?" "Here, I got an idea," She said, lifting one knee onto the picnic table bench, then the other. She clambered up onto it and bent forward, resting her palms on the picnic table itself. Her lower legs extended over the bench, the bottoms of her feet facing upward. He dripped a bit of sunscreen onto his palm, less than the globs he'd used for elsewhere on her body, rubbed his palms together, then grasped one foot in each hand. He massaged them both at the same time, working the sunscreen into them. "All done now?" He asked her. "Nun uh," She said, looking over her shoulder, still grinning but a little strangely. "Did I forget somethin'?" He asked her. Her face looked a little more flushed. "Uh huh." "What'd I forget, pumpkin?" "My bottom an' kitten, silly," She said, giggling, shivering slightly. He nodded, suppressing a matching shiver at the thought of putting it on her kitten for her, promptly derailing that train of thought. "Oh, yes. Hmm, do they need it?" "Dun want them t'get burned, daddy" Karen replied, smiling. "Guess I better put sunscreen on 'em then," He replied, squirting another glob of sunscreen onto his palm, a nice big one. "How should you be?" "You can do it with me like this," She pointed out, grinning over her shoulder. He nodded and patted the glob from his hand into several smears across her cheeks, then began to rub sunblock into her hips, slowly working around back. He felt himself shiver slightly, feeling a bit warmer than the sunny day would entirely account for as he began to work sunblock into her cheeks. She was definitely tensing a bit, and he suspected her eyes were at least half-closed. As he continued, she seemed to be breathing a little harder. He felt his pulse accelerating slightly as his hands met each other along the cleft of her bottom, then began to sort of experimentally push between them slightly. She was definitely breathing faster, and quivering softly, and he swallowed, experimentally working his fingers between her cheeks and into her crack. Karen bent forward further, her cheeks parting easily as her father worked sunblock between them, just a little ways in. Her eyes were nearly closed and she wore a sort of distracted smile. She felt warm and tingly all over, but concentrated between her legs, and not just where her daddy was putting sunblock on her. It felt sorta the way she did when she played with her kitten. She was breathing faster now, not entirely understanding what was happening but liking it. She figured daddy knew what he was doing, so she didn't bug him, instead concentrating on enjoying it. To her disappointment, however, his fingers began to drift out of her crack and away from her bottom. "Y'sure you got my bottom?" She asked, her voice quivering slightly. "Think so pumpkin," Jim responded. He swallowed as he pulled his hands away, blushing and mentally kicking himself. This was a nine year old, f'chris'akes, and his daughter to boot. He felt guilty, and worse, from his perspective, he felt himself stirring in response. "You sure? I don't wanna get burned up in there," She replied, giggling a bit. "Well..." He hesitated, swallowed. He reminded himself that this was his nine year old daughter, that he was an adult and her father, and that this just wasn't appropriate. How could he force something like that on her? On the other hand, she was obviously becoming aroused, and while she didn't seem to understand what was happening to her, she unambiguously wanted him to continue. Clearly, if she was being forced into anything against her will, no one had bothered to tell her about it. He pondered for a moment, wavering. "Are you sure you can get burned there?" "I dun wanna take chances," She responded, a hint of pleading entering her tone. He'd always taught her to be careful with things, and he smiled, glad she'd taken it to heart, though he gathered that her reasons for wanting him to continue rubbing sunblock into her bottom had nothing to do with sunblock and much to do with rubbing her bottom. His having instinctively tried to fit the situation into an exploitive or nonconsensual framework seemed ridiculous in retrospect. The girl was clearly aroused and clearly feeling very good from his inadvertent caresses. She was enjoying herself, and besides, she was a kid; it was harmless enough, he supposed. He'd certainly encouraged her, over the years, to explore touching herself in ways that felt good, explaining to her about privacy and pretending not to notice when she did it in front of him. He loved her and he wanted to make her happy, and while he still didn't feel entirely right about what he was doing, he finally concluded that he didn't see the harm in it. "All right," He said, swallowing, returning his hands to caressing her bottom. She shivered a bit as he began to touch her again, breathing faster and occasionally making soft, purring-like noises. "Make...sure you...do it...really thoroughly..." She half-gasped. "Sure thing, pumpkin," He replied, smiling, a bit unnerved at how natural this was starting to seem but deciding not to worry about it. He was making her feel good, that was all. It was just harmless, innocent (at least from her perspective) fun. His fingers slipped deeper into her crack, almost teasingly slowly. She bent forward more and seemed to be pressing back against them slightly as he rubbed the sunscreen in deeper. A moment later she gasped and shivered perceptibly as his slick fingertip rubbed over her anus itself. He swallowed, removing one hand from her bottom and using the other to rub the greasy sunblock the length of her crack, paying special attention to gently rubbing her anus. She tensed a bit, and he smiled, shivering slightly himself. He was starting to strain against his shorts a bit, he registered dimly, but he wasn't paying attention. He spoke, his voice wavering slightly. "Pumpkin, I'm gonna do your kitten now, ok?" "Okie daddy," She responded, almost dreamily. She was definitely enjoying this, and he was starting to enjoy making her feel good. His guilt was fading and he was starting to wonder why he'd worried so much. It wasn't as though he was fucking her--and then he derailed that train of thought too. "I need you to squirt some sunblock into my hand sweetie," He explained. She nodded, though he couldn't see her opening her eyes, and grasped the now-slippery bottle, lifting and inverting it gingerly, breathing deep and fast as her daddy caressed her bottom. His hand felt so nice there, especially on that one spot he kept touching, which she was starting to realize was the opening back there. She'd poked around a bit, experimentally, before, and she'd noticed this felt kinda nice to touch but she'd never paid much attention to that. Her daddy's fingers there were different, though; it was making her warm and tingly all over. She squeezed, sort of clumsily; the bottle slipped from her hand and landed on the bench but a decent-sized glob of sunscreen landed on his palm. "Sorry daddy," She gasped. "It's ok, pumpkin," He replied, his breathing becoming a bit harder as well as he reached around her hips, caressing her bottom with one hand as theother one slipped between her legs. He swallowed, dimly aware of more than his breathing growing harder, but he willed himself to focus on pleasuring Karen. He gently cupped her kitten, pressing the glob of sunscreen to it, hearing her gasp as the cold greasy cream came into contact with her soft little flower. He began to rub it in, and was surprised to find a bit of something more slippery diluting the sunblock slightly. His little girl was getting wet, he realized with a shiver. Just a hint of dampness, nothing like the lubrication of a physically mature woman, but enough to leave no question that she was loving him loving her like this. He caressed and kneaded her kitten gently, running his fingers along her lips, making sure to get the sunblock all over between her legs before focusing on any particular area. She gasped, purring louder as he caressed her. Karen's eyes were closed as she savored the feeling. The way her daddy was touching her was wonderful. The hand between her legs was nice, but the occasional brushes of her anus, added to the kitten-petting, were the best part. She pressed back against his hand, very gently, and gasped as she felt the tip of his finger start to press forward. Jim felt her anus start to open around his fingertip. He expected her to pull away, but she didn't, instead holding still, neither taking it in deeper nor releasing the quarter inch that was starting to penetrate her. He wiggled his finger experimentally, and she shivered, purring louder. He swallowed. "Here, pumpkin, hold on just a moment," He said, half-gasping himself. He withdrew his hand from her bottom, and she whimpered softly. He winced slightly, feeling as guilty for depriving her of stimulation there for the moment as he had earlier about touching her sexually--yes, sexually, he realized with a shiver. "Daddy just needs to get the sunblock," He explained. "Okay," She gasped, almost moaning it. His fingers closed around the bottle and he brought it up, grasping the greasy plastic as best he could, his other hand still against her kitten as he concentrated. Jim clicked it open, then slipped the neck of the bottle between her cheeks, tilting it a bit until the opening at the top was pressed against her anus. She seemed to especially like the anal stimulation she'd received so far, and he'd decided to see how she liked more of it. "Ooh..." Karen gasped as the sunblock squished against her already greasy anus, feeling both coolness on the outside and, she realized, moving upwards. A fair amount of the sunblock was squirting right up inside her bottom, and it felt weird, but good. She shivered, grinning, eyes closing again as her daddy resumed rubbing sunblock against her kitten. Jim slid the bottle out from between her cheeks, having squirted what he hoped was more than enough of it on and in her. He set it down on the bench a couple inches from where she knelt, then returned his hand to caressing her bottom, quickly slipping his fingers into her crack. His index finger found her anus and began to wiggle teasingly against it as he rubbed her whole kitty. She moaned, softly but unmistakably, moving her hips, and he leaned forward. "Shh, hold still pumpkin," He whispered. She nodded, gasping for breath, quivering a bit but holding her hips still. He wiggled his fingertip a few more times, then slowly began to turn it, back and forth. On the third turn he began pressing it forward, slowly, feeling her anus slide open around it. Karen gasped, tensing from the stimulation and the surprise of feeling her daddy's finger going up into her bottom. Jim immediately held his finger still, giving her a moment to adjust to having something really going up in there. "Ooh...daddy whatcha doin'?" She murmured, gasping for breath. "Shh...I'm just makin' sure you're good and protected up in there," He lied, and he figured she knew so. If not, there was no harm, if so, there was still no harm. He was just being a loving father, making his little girl feel good in a safe and tender way, he reasoned--rationalized, he corrected himself, though he wondered if he didn't have it right the first time. His cock--he shivered slightly thinking about that, as out of place as a grown up body part and the "adult language" that went with it seemed in this setting--strained firmly and uncomfortably against his shorts, but he wouldn't have wanted to pause his pleasuring of Karen to unzip them even if he'd dared to. "Mmm....okie..." She breathed, shivering, relaxing around his finger, and after a moment he resumed worming it into her. He felt her sphincter fluttering a bit around his finger as he slipped it deeper. As the first knuckle approached her ring, he felt his fingertip emerging from the tight passage of her anus into a more open space beyond. Jim kept going, looking down and watching as his first knuckle slid into his daughter's pudgy bottom, the fingers of his other hand slipping between the puffy lips of her kitten, slick with the smallish quantities of lubrication she was producing and the substantial quantity of sunblock he'd added. His index finger found and pressed gently against the opening of her little vagina, but he didn't dare try to push it in. He loved his daughter and wanted her to feel nice; the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. Karen began making soft whimper-gasps, about two per second, as his finger wormed deeper into her bottom, the second knuckle approaching her little pinkish ring as the first emerged into the wider passageway beyond. He felt the goopy sunblock sloshing around his finger as he wriggled it into his daughter's bottom, watching in amazement as the second knuckle disappeared into her. He paused for a split second, looking up at her, watching and listening for any sign of discomfort or hesitation--or worse, fear or dismay--and finding none. He surmised that her eyes were closed tightly, though he couldn't see them, but her head was bowed and she was leaning far forward, giving him easy access to her most sensitive parts. Her skin was shiny from sunblock and perspiration, and was pinkish where she was flushed from her excitement. She was breathing rapidly and erratically, soft little noises of pleasure escaping on each exhale, her body quivering gently, holding herself still as his finger entered her. He smiled and began to worm it deeper still, wriggling and twisting further into her, finding no resistance now, her soft ring yielding easily around his finger, eagerly accepting it. He continued to caress her kitten sort of absently, focusing most of his attention on his penetration of her bottom. As Jim pushed his fingertip deeper into his daughter's rectum, he felt the gooey sunblock that he'd squirted up there oozing around it, easily lubricating her passage as he explored her deeper. He shivered as his sensitive fingertip brushed and slipped along her smooth, silky walls. "You, pumpkin, are going to make some boy very happy someday," He thought with a smile, "and not just for this." Abruptly, he felt something else inside her. His finger had nearly bottomed out--he smiled at his mental word choice--in her bottom, and his fingertip was now pressed against something which, while squishy and yielding, was firmer in substance than the sunblock and in texture than the walls of her rectum. Jim could guess what it was easily enough, and he paused for a moment, pondering, his fingertip twisting back and forth but moving no deeper. He was mildly surprised that he wasn't grossed out by this unexpected, albeit predictable, encounter. Then again, he'd never been grossed out by touching Karen's poop while changing her diaper when she was a baby or while wiping her when she was a little girl, so why should he be now while he was fingering her bottom when she was a grade-schooler? He was a bit concerned, however, because he imagined that having her poop pushed back up into her might be uncomfortable for her. "Are you all right pumpkin?" He asked again, tenderly. "Mmmyess daddy...I'm..ooh...all right..." The girl murmured. "Let me know if anything I do feels bad, ok Karen?" "Uh huh..." She gasped dreamily. He began to slowly worm the last half-inch of his finger into her bottom, feeling his fingertip slowly sinking into her poop more than it was pushing it back up into her. He was glad he'd taught her a taste for fruits and vegetables early on. Finally he felt the ring of her anus pressing and fluttering around the base of his finger. He leaned forward and kissed the back of his little girl's neck, very gently, leaving his finger buried in her bottom for a moment, letting her get used to it filling her. He quickly gathered, however, that she was already quite used to it by her purring and murmuring. "I love you pumpkin," He murmured aloud. "Love you too daddy," She breathed, dreamily, lost in the pleasure he was giving her. He smiled and began to move his finger a bit, twisting it back and forth as he pulled it out of her anus to the second knuckle and worked it back in, over the course of several seconds, while she gasped softly in delight. He smiled, gradually lengthening the strokes, still keeping them slow and gentle, until he was pulling out to the first knuckle and wriggling it back in over the course of about two seconds, again and again. Jim began to caress his daughter's kitten lips more attentively now, and she purred, appropriately enough, in response. He felt towards the front of her soft, slippery little slit, his fingertips parting and caressing her folds as she gasped and murmured happily, her breathing becoming ragged. After a few seconds he found what he was looking for. He gently pressed his index fingertip against Karen's firm little bud through a fold of her lips, wiggling the fingertip slightly. She tensed immediately, back arching upward, moaning loudly and quivering. Her body didn't relax fully and he felt her anus gripping his finger again. She was close. He began to circle his fingertip, rubbing against her clitoris through the soft fold. She whimpered and gasped, her breathing becoming erratic. "Ohh daddy that's..ooh...nngh...what's...happening daddy?" She whimpered through staccato breaths as she tensed further. "Shhh, pumpkin, just enjoy it," He whispered lovingly. She nodded absently, whimpering faster as her breathing approached hyperventilation. "Ooh-daddy-it-daddy-I...I......." She went rigid suddenly, frozen in time and space for a moment as he rapidly circled his fingertip against her bud through the fold, almost vibrating it. Almost in slow motion, he felt her anus clamp down on his finger, and then she was pulsing powerfully around it. Dimly, he felt a matching throbbing from inside her little kitten, thinking with a smile that it was purring. The noise coming out of her throat was more of a choked, whining gasp that made think of someone trying to exhale and inhale at the same time. He wondered if that was precisely what was happening to her. Karen's back arched slightly as her body trembled, feeling, dimly and detachedly, her daddy's fingers working in her bottom and against her kitten. She could feel herself losing control of her body as her first orgasm surged through her like an all-over tickle-attack. Her lips were drawn back as her jaws clenched together, her eyes squinched involuntarily shut, and her "fat" little body was trying to squirm in every direction at once but managing little beyond simply quaking in place. It was a little scary, she realized in retrospect, though considerations like that were beyond her at the moment; if she weren't feeling so good she'd have been terrified. As her orgasm wound down she felt her limbs giving out and her body collapsing forward against the table, and just as she realized, to her horror, that she was about to fall from the bench she felt her daddy's strong arm wrapped around her waist and the palm of his hand pressed firmly against her bottom, together holding her up and close. She slowly opened her eyes, breathing in long, deep, ragged gulps, and with an effort turned her head. She smiled weakly up at him, her body still quivering gently, padding jiggling slightly as a result. "What...was that...daddy?" She gasped between gulps of air. He smiled warmly, feeling her bottom still spasming slightly around his finger. "Something special for you, pumpkin," He replied. He helped her pull herself up until she was kneeling on the bench, more or less upright, and turned halfway towards him, then sat down on the bench and wrapped his arms around her, noticing as he moved that his cockhead seemed to be squishing around a little in his jeans. He must have been leaking precum; no surprise, he thought, as hard as he had, to his chagrin, been. The hand he'd penetrated her bottom with remained pressed against it, his finger still buried most of the way inside her, its arm wrapped around her waist and hip, while his other arm wrapped around her back just below her shoulders, holding her close. She tried to lift her arms to throw them around his neck, like she was so fond of doing, but she only managed to wrap them around his waist as she snuggled against him. Jim bent his elbow, stroking his daughter's coppery hair softly with his non-bottom-penetrating hand. Karen sighed happily as she snuggled against her father, purring softly, feeling a little sleepy but absolutely fantastic in the afterglow of her orgasm, his finger, mostly forgotten, nestled comfortably deep in her bottom. She was at peace and totally relaxed. Jim, for his part, was not only overwhelmed with love for his little girl but relieved that he was "relaxing" as well, despite the soft pink anus still snug around his finger. Father and daughter stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the contact in silence, before Jim finally spoke. "So...feel good and protected in there now, pumpkin?" "Uh huh," She said, in a cute little-kid sing-song voice. She swallowed, feeling a little disappointed as she inferred that this would probably mean he'd pull his finger out of her bottom. She understood, however, that they couldn't stay like that forever. He'd have work to do and later to go to, she'd have school, they'd both have to eat, bathe, and go to bed, and sooner or later, she thought with a slightly embarrassed giggle, she'd have to poop. "That's good," Jim said, and smiled. He began to twist and pull at his finger in her bottom, worming it out of her the same way he'd worked it in, evoking a few gasps and shivers and more than one giggle from his darling little girl. After several twists back and forth, his sunblock-slick finger finally slipped out of her, followed by a dribble of sunblock. Most of it, though, stayed right up where it belonged. He smiled, hugging her again. "Thanks daddy," She said brightly, smiling, shivering a bit. She was gradually becoming aware that being in this position, her knees were growing quite cramped. "C'ya help me down?" She said, grinning sheepishly, and he nodded, taking her hand with his clean one, helping her hold herself steady while she slipped first one leg, then the other, down from the bench, resting her feet on the ground, her greasy bottom taking their place on the bench. She took a few deep breaths, then used his hand for leverage to pull herself up to stand, a bit unsteadily for a moment. "Ok, honey...I'm glad you won't get burned. I got some work I gotta finish though; then I'll come out and swim with you. Ok pumpkin?" "Ok daddy," She replied, smiling sweetly. He hugged her yet again, taking care not to press against her too firmly. He was about half-hard now, not enough to be very obvious in his shorts but enough that he knew it would become obvious pretty quickly if he let it, which in turn would result in awkward questions. He was having enough trouble just getting his mind around what they'd done ("what he'd done to her," he tried to rephrase it mentally, but found it unconvincing) and why he'd reacted this way to it. They squeezed each other tightly, neither of them noticing the movement in the suddenly empty window of Mr. Evans' bedroom next door. Jim kissed his daughter on the cheek, then walked back toward the house. He stopped at the door, turned, and grinned. She returned his grin, then turned around and scampered toward the pool, pudgy cheeks bouncing and dripping a few blobs of sunblock, padding jiggling as she ran, before she leapt and pulled her legs up under her, landing with a huge splash. Karen's cannonballs were always spectacular to watch. He smiled as she surfaced with a happy squeal, then turned inside and closed the door. He washed his hands thoroughly in the kitchen sink, then walked to his seat at the table, glancing at his daughter splashing and kicking in the pool one last time through the window over his shoulder before he sat down and resumed his work, trying to concentrate as best he could. Karen splashed and played in the pool, content in the knowledge that her daddy had gotten all of her, even up in her bottom, good and sunblock-slathered. No way was she gonna burn. She smiled to her daddy as he looked out the window at her, then resumed swimming back and forth underwater. Karen, despite her pudginess, was in reasonably good shape in other respects, and was certainly surprisingly agile, particularly in the water. This trait that prompted some of the other kids, at the relatively few pool parties she'd attended, to come up with a plethora of uncreative "whale" jokes, until she "breached" them enough to discourage them. After about ten minutes of variously swimming, diving, and splashing, Karen heard a screen door bang shut as she surfaced. She giggled, glancing over at Mr. Evans' yard across the low chain-link fence dividing the two yards and saw that, as she'd suspected, he'd just headed outside, his German Shepherd, Baldur, and his black Labrador mix Midnight in tow. The dogs hurtled off to dig in their corner of the yard, while Mr. Evans paused on the porch, watching them and chuckling. He was about her daddy's height, but older, in his late forties or early fifties, with graying dark hair and brown eyes. He was still in pretty good shape but a little soggy around the middle, and his skin was quite tanned; she recalled that he sailed as a hobby. He was dressed in sunglasses, a white t-shirt with a faded political cartoon on the front and a faded, dirt-and-grass stained pair of jeans, reflections of his fondness for gardening. She smiled and waved to him, making no move to cover herself; he smiled broadly and waved back. This was old hat for both of them; her habit of swimming and even playing naked in the backyard had never bothered him, even though, especially in the summer, he was out in the yard most days. Mr. Evans didn't have a pool, though his yard was the same size, but he often sat outdoors in a deck chair on his patio and read, and much of the rest of the time he spent gardening. He seemed to spend quite a bit of his time watching her when she was outside, which she'd thought was kinda odd, ever since she started thinking about it at all, but didn't mind. Lately she'd been thinking it was kinda cool, actually. "Hello, Karen," Mr. Evans said, still smiling warmly as he walked over to the fence separating their yards. It was barely four feet high and made of chain link, apparently the results of two very cordial neighbors with incompatible pets subdividing a lot when they built a second house on it, Way Back In The Day. He'd lived there for about three more years than they had, and he'd been using the fence as a support for various vine-type plants, some of which had done better than others. He had tomatoes planted along the section he was standing by. He rested his forearms, folders on the top of the fence. "Hiya," She responded, then dove back under, sweeping her arms forward, pushing herself backwards toward the wall of the pool, sort of crouching against it, then pushing forward, hard, launching herself through the water toward the other side, trailing the occasional bubble. She surfaced, took a deep breath, then immediately recrossed the pool, surfacing and taking a few breaths. She continued in much the same vein, and after a few minutes, Mr. Evans knelt down beside the fence and began to tend to his plants, watching her the whole time. Karen kept going for another ten minutes or so until, feeling kinda playful and wanting to show off, she swam to the middle of the shallow end of the pool, then dove forward, turning herself upside down and lifting her feet and lower legs out of the water. She planted her palms on the concrete bottom of the pool, spread her fingers, and pushed, lifting herself up out of the water up to about her bellybutton. This was easier, she knew, if her legs were a bit bent, so she parted them a ways and bent her knees. She couldn't see Mr. Evans watching her intently, mostly staring at the point where they joined her body, as she slowly turned a 720 by "walking" with her hands, nor would she have recognized the look in his eye as affectionate but distinctly appreciative, even covetous, as well. At last, she collapsed back into the water, surfacing a moment later and heading back to the side of the pool. She reached it and grasped the edge of the pool with one hand, though she was perfectly capable of treading water. In a few more years, she'd be able to keep herself up with just her feet on the bottom, she thought, then giggled slightly, thinking about bottoms. She reached back and felt hers playfully; it didn't seem very greasy. Karen didn't want to get burned up there, so this was a bit worrisome to her. It must have shown, because Mr. Evans cocked his head and smiled. "Is your bottom ok, Karen?" "I'm not sure," She replied. "I don't wanna getta sunburn..." "Did you put on sunscreen?" He asked, though he knew perfectly well she had; he'd watched her from his second story bedroom window. "Uh huh," She replied with a smile, shivering slightly at the memory. "Daddy helped me." "Even there?" He asked, smiling, looking a little concerned himself, feigning ignorance. "Uh huh," She replied again, then smiled brightly. "All the way up!" He nodded. "Well, you should be pretty well protected," He responded, then pondered for a moment. "Still....how long ago was that?" She pinched her chin and screwed up her face slightly, thinking hard. "I dunno. Prob'ly fifteen minutes," She replied at last. "Well...you'll probably be all right," He said. "You sure?" She asked, cocking her head. She was hoping for a reapplication of sunblock, even though she figured he was probably right. He looked pensive for a moment. "Welll...better safe than sorry," He told her. "Wanna go get your daddy to put some on you?" "He's busy," She said, looking worried and a little unsure. "He's got work and stuff." She pinched her chin again, then brightened suddenly. "Umm..." She started. "Yes, Karen?" He responded. He shuffled his feet slightly as he stood in front of the fence, and Karen noticed in passing that there was a bulge of some sort forming in his jeans. She'd seen this happen to her daddy on occasion, but didn't really understand it, or concern herself with it. "Maybe you could help me put it on," She said, with a hopeful smile. He managed, with an effort, not to appear too eager. "I could," He responded. "If it's ok with you, that is." "Course, I don't wanna get burned," She said, with a grin and a shiver that suggested there was more to it than that. "Please?" She added after a moment, looking up at him hopefully. "Well, then, I'd be happy to, sweetie," He responded. "You'll have to get me the bottle, though." Karen nodded and scampered across the yard to the picnic table on the back porch, her chubby little bottom wiggling and glistening in the sun. She grabbed the bottle of sunblock, turned, and scampered right back over to the fence. She held the bottle up to Mr. Evans, who took it and smiled. "All right, Karen, let's start with your arms." "Okie." She held them out, and he squirted a glob of sunblock into one hand, smearing it gently along her left arm, rubbing rather gently compared to her daddy. His fingers were almost caressing her arm, and it felt pretty nice. She smiled and shivered a bit, then raised her right arm as he slathered sunblock onto her left hand, fingers tracing along her fingers and palm, making them tingle. He repeated the procedure on her right arm, getting it nice and greasy with the sunscreen. "Now your face." She shut her eyes and leaned forward a bit as he smeared and rubbed it onto her face, getting nice large globs on her ears and nose like her daddy had done. She smiled, eyes squinched shut as Mr. Evans' fingers delicately caressed her cheeks for a moment. He was good at this, she thought. "Now, how about your back, sweetie," He said, and she giggled at the pet name. She didn't mind; it would have been a little awkward if he called her "pumpkin" like her daddy did but "sweetie" was fine. She turned around and bent forward a little, smiling over her shoulder for a moment. She didn't notice that Mr. Evans' eyes were glued to her bottom, nor he took a little longer to get the sunblock ready than he had for the last two application stages--nor that the bulge in his jeans had grown and seemed to be twitching slightly. She shivered again from the water evaporating from her body in the breeze, not considering that it was making the reapplication of sunblock more symbolic than anything else. Karen sighed as Mr. Evans' hands gently smeared the sunblock onto her shoulders, kneading and caressing it into her shoulders, the back of her neck, and then working slowly down her back, fingers trailing lightly along her spine. She smiled, shivering again, starting to feel some of the warm feeling she'd felt before when her daddy was putting sunblock on her, especially her thighs, and then later...she shivered again at the thought. Mr. Evans, to her mild disappointment, stopped just short of her bottom. "Let's do your front now, Karen," He said. Karen turned around and smiled, thrusting her chest and tummy forward slightly. He smiled back, looking from her face to her chubby body as he squirted sunblock in his hand, shivered slightly, and began to smear it around her collarbone, slowly working downward until his fingers began to trace over the breast-like chubbiness on her chest. She gasped softly and shivered visibly, and he smiled wider. He spent the next minute or so caressing and massaging them, working the sunblock in, noticing her little pink nipples swelling a bit under his fingers. Karen smiled, her eyes starting to close contentedly. She was breathing a little faster and felt nice and warm to the touch. Mr. Evans smiled, then shivered again as he felt himself straining against his jeans. His hands drifted downward, caressing her ample, pliant tummy, greasing it up with sunblock and provoking a few giggles. He squeezed and kneaded her chubbiness as his hands worked down her body, finally stopping, again to her disappointment, just short of her mound. She sighed very softly, still smiling, as his hands drifted around her hips, smearing sunblock up her sides. His fingers traced and circled along her sides, drifting onto her front occasionally, once drifting far enough to brush her nipples, before suddenly diving upward into her armpits and wriggling, provoking hysterical giggling for a few moments or so before he finally stopped tickling her. Karen gasped for breath, wiping a laughter-tear from each eye as she grinned up at Mr. Evans, her expression growing slightly pensive. "How are we gonna do my legs?" She asked, cocking her head. "Here...why don't you grab the fence with your right hand," He said, guiding her hand to it. "Now use this and your right leg to hold you up while you lift your left leg and use the fence to hold it." Karen nodded, leaning back a little, gripping the fence firmly, lifting her leg, bending at the knee, and hooking her toes into one of the loops of the chain link fence, about a foot from the top. Mr. Evans smiled, taking a good long look at her little kitty, partially revealed with this pose, looking especially for hints of moisture. He thought he saw a hint of glistening, though since she'd just come from the pool that didn't necessarily imply anything. He smiled again and leaned forward, squirted more sunblock into his hand, and began to smear it on her foot. She giggled as his fingers caressed her sole and even between her toes, getting her foot nice and greasy before slowly moving up her leg. Unlike her daddy, he was careful not to tickle too much as he rubbed sunblock behind her knee; if she squirmed in this position she was likely to fall and wind up with a bruised bottom, and that, he knew, would be no fun at all for anyone involved. He smiled as his hands worked up her inner thighs, watching her shiver, eyes slowly closing as she enjoyed the touch, despite not understanding why it was so nice. She gasped and quivered as the edge of his hand brushed against her smooth little lips, and he found himself breathing a little faster as well when he registered that she was slightly damp there, damp and slippery in a way that the pool could not account for. It was obvious to him that she was enjoying his touches, but he had always insisted on making sure that any kid he was with was getting into it, and with a girl this was the most direct and reliable way. She sighed softly again as his hands stopped just short of her kitty, shivering at the touch on her lip. "Right leg now, sweetie," He said with a smile. She nodded, lifting her toes out of the loop of the fence, which was just as well, she thought, since they were getting a bit uncomfortable there. She reached upward with both of her arms, stretching her soft young body, thrusting her chest and tummy out a bit unintentionally, and Mr. Evans found himself breathing faster still. Karen grasped the fence with her left hand and lifted her right foot, hooking the toes into a loop of the fence. He smiled, rubbing sunblock onto her foot and leg as he did the last, again stopping just short of her kitty. "All done?" He asked, and she shook her head. "What's left," He asked. "My kitty 'n' bottom, silly," She replied as she put her leg back down, shaking her head with mixed amusement and impatience. "Geez, how come everyone forgets?" "Ah, yes. How dumb of me," Mr. Evans replied sheepishly. "Do you want me to put sunblock there, sweetie?" "Of course; I dun wanna get burned," She replied. "Very well then. Come a little closer, sweetie." She moved a couple steps closer, standing with her feet apart. He squirted a good-sized glob of sunblock into his palm, then reached between her legs, leaning forward. He gently smeared the glob onto her soft, slickened little lips, feeling the sunblock mixing with her juices, and he smiled as he began to rub it in, paying more attention to the area between her lips than her daddy had. She stood more or less still, quivering a little and purring softly, her eyes slowly drifting closed as she enjoyed the sunblock application, glad he was being so thorough. She figured she especially didn't want such a sensitive area to get burned. After a minute or two, he finally removed his hand from her kitty. "Now, turn around, sweetie," He told her. She did so, then leaned forward a bit. "Like this?" "Good, sweetie, but bend over a little more." She did so. "And back up towards me a little." Again, she did as he told her, shivering in anticipation as she heard a squirt of sunblock into his palm, gasping happily as she felt his soft touch smearing the cool, greasy gel around on her bottom, starting with the cheeks at first. After a minute, he decided they were nicely sunblocked, and began to rub sunscreen into her crack, making her shiver and gasp further. Inside, Jim had finished preparing his papers. He got up and headed upstairs to the bathroom, mulling over what he'd done with Karen and the sunblock earlier. He shook his head and smiled. He couldn't believe he'd done that to her. But she had incontrovertibly enjoyed it, he reminded himself. There was no objection, no hesitation, no indication of discomfort from his little girl. He reached the bathroom, closed the door, then unzipped his shorts, pulled his cock out, and shrugged, deciding that there wasn't any harm in it. After all, he wanted his baby to be happy and enjoy herself. He shook his head again as he felt himself starting to swell and focused on something else as he began to pee into the toilet. Karen was feeling quite nice in the warm sun, with her skin greasy with sunblock and with Mr. Evans' nimble fingers working between her cheeks, occasionally brushing deliciously over her anus. She purred softly, breathing faster, her eyes and mouth both half-closed. After a moment he withdrew his hands from her bottom, eliciting a soft, disappointed whimper from her. "All done, sweetie?" "Nooo..." She half-whined, looking over her shoulder. "Ya gotta get up inside my bottom. I dun wanna get burned there." "No...no, you don't," He replied with a grin, his gaze drifting back to her bottom. He shivered with anticipation and licked his lips surreptitiously. "Here, bend forward more and back up some more." "Like this?" She asked, leaning forward further and scooting back another few inches. "Almost, sweetie. Back a little further." He reached down and placed his hands on her hips, guiding her back until her bottom was pressed against the chain link fence. She gasped; the fence was quite warm from the sun, more so than she'd noticed with just her toes on it. After the initial surprise she purred, enjoying the warmth against her chubby cheeks. "Here, grasp your knees, honey. That'll help you stay up." She nodded and did so, leaning forward further in the process; her knees were a bit slippery from the sunblock but she managed to hold on well enough. Karen shivered as she felt the hard plastic of the sunblock bottle pressing between her cheeks. She bent forward a little more as Mr. Evans pressed the bottle against her anus, then moaned as he squeezed it, feeling a glob of cool, greasy sunscreen squirt into her soft little bottom. He removed the sunblock bottle from its position against her anus. She heard a zipper opening, then the rustle of denim as he fumbled with something, followed by soft footsteps as he moved closer to the fence. Glancing down between her feet she saw that he'd planted his gardening-dirty tennis shoes with the toes against the base of the fence. She heard him squirting sunblock into his palm, but he didn't smear it on her. A moment later she heard a bump as Mr. Evans dropped the sunscreen bottle over the fence into her yard, and glanced down and over to see it bounce once before coming to rest on the grass. Jim had finished peeing and returned to the dining room. He went through his stuff on the table and confirmed that there was nothing else that needed his urgent attention. He stood up, stretched, and glanced out the window at the pool. To his surprise, Karen wasn't in it. He cocked his head, slightly uneasy but not alarmed just yet, scanning as much of the yard as he could see from the dining room window. No Karen. He walked into the living room and looked out through the window in the door. Jim gasped as he looked over towards the fence of Tom Evans' yard and saw his daughter, naked and bent over with her bottom pressed against the fence, and Tom standing, feet apart and squatted down a bit, behind her. His cock, slender and obviously very much erect, was visible, partly obscured by the girl's bottom. Karen purred as she felt something firm pressing against her buttocks, then slipping between them. "Ooh...that feels nice," She exclaimed, enjoying the touch of Mr. Evans "finger" as it pressed gently against her anus. "You ready, sweetie?" "Uh huh," She replied, and giggled. She felt his "finger" pressing more firmly, her anus slowly and easily expanding to accommodate it. She gasped, a bit surprised at the size of this "finger" as its tip began to push into her bottom; it was certainly bigger than the one her daddy had put in her. It wasn't hurting her, though, and it actually felt kinda neat. She purred as she felt herself opening wider, a little nervous now but allowing him to penetrate her. She didn't want to get sunburned up in there, after all, and besides, she remembered how she'd enjoyed it when her daddy's smaller finger was inside her bottom. Jim watched, dumbfounded, as Tom positioned his cock between his daughter's cheeks and began to slowly ease forward into her bottom. He blinked, staring, too shocked to react. Or at least, too shocked to react consciously; he was dimly aware of his cock swelling further in his shorts. He watched as Tom closed his eyes momentarily in delight; he could imagine well enough how the older man was feeling, for which he kicked himself a moment later. Karen gasped and giggled as the tip of Mr. Evans' "finger" entered her with an almost audible pop. She was surprised; the tip of it seemed bigger than the rest. Not at all like her daddy's fingers. She shrugged, and put it out of her mind. "You ok sweetie?" He murmured, breathing hard, as he gripped the fence, not sure if he should grab her hips and give away that it wasn't his finger entering her. He'd almost forgotten how wonderful it was to ease into a sweet little girl's bottom like this, and he was savoring every minute of this time, not sure when--or whether--he'd get another chance with her. He looked down, watching through half-closed eyes as his cockhead disappeared into her soft pink anus. "Uh huh," She replied dreamily, focusing on the sensations his "finger" was eliciting as it began to slowly slip deeper into her bottom. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open in a wide, gasping smile. She had no idea putting sunblock on could be so nice. She felt his "finger" worming its way up inside her bottom, deeper and deeper, and was very glad that Mr. Evans was being so thorough in applying sunblock to her. Her nervousness dissolved and she closed her eyes in pleasure. Jim finally had the presence of mind to grasp the door handle, about to rush outside and intervene, but he stopped himself. He studied the scene in more detail. His daughter was smiling broadly between gasps for breath, and her eyes were closed; she was clearly enjoying herself. A faint sheen of sweat and sunblock glistened on her body. He couldn't see where Tom's cock was entering the girl's body, as Karen's cheek was in the way, but from the movement of his hips and the amount of shaft still visible on the outside, he was obviously being gentle. He swallowed, unsure of what to do, trying to ignore the nagging pressure in his jeans as his cock swelled against them. Mr. Evans gasped, watching in awe as his cock slowly slipped up into the sweet little girl's chubby bottom. Although he wasn't having any trouble entering her, due to the excessive lubrication and to her being happy and comfortable, she was amazingly tight around him, and quite hot as well. He felt his cockhead emerge from the muscular passage of her anus into her rectum, and he moaned softly as he felt his head brushing against her muscular walls. He wasn't going to last long in this grip, he thought with a smile. Karen cooed as she felt Mr. Evans' "finger" moving deeper inside her, just like her daddy's had. She felt it rubbing against her insides, generating little shivers and gasps of pleasure as the intense sensations rippled through her. She felt herself tensing a little, quivering as he rubbed the sunblock deeper and deeper into her bottom. Mr. Evans moaned louder, quivering as his cock slid deeper into Karen. He began to pull back a little and then push forward to a point slightly beyond where he'd been, over and over, slowly working his way up her. He felt his head pressing and slipping against her soft, silky tunnel, and then suddenly against something squishy and yielding, which he realized was her poop. He paused for a moment, pondering. He'd never had a problem with getting poop on his cock, but, like her father, he figured having it pushed back up her wouldn't be very comfortable for the girl. He pushed forward slowly and gently, feeling his cockhead start to sink into the gooey mass, and watched carefully for any sign of discomfort from her. Karen shivered as she felt "finger" tip squishing around in the sunblock in her bottom. She had a feeling that it might be more than just sunblock it was squishing around in, and blushed, somewhat embarrassed, opening her eyes. She glanced over her shoulder and up, uncertainly, opening her eyes. As she turned her head, Mr. Evans quickly positioned one hand just behind and below her bottom, on his side of the fence, but not touching it. He smiled lovingly. "You ok, sweetie?" He asked, cocking his head. "This isn't hurting you, is it?" "Uh uh. But, um..." "Hmm?" "Isn't...um...that yucky?" She asked, blushing and giggling a bit. "Which?" "My...poop..." She almost squeaked, turning redder. "Doesn't bother me, honey," He gasped. "I can stop if you want me to, though." He wasn't entirely sure that was true, but he'd certainly do his best. "Noo, keep going...I need to get sunblocked good," She gasped, with a shiver, turning her head back forward and closing her eyes again as he pressed deeper. She knew his "finger" was going deeper than her daddy's finger, and she was very grateful to him for doing such a thorough job of protecting her from sunburn. She'd have to mention this to daddy, she decided. Mr. Evans sighed happily as he felt his stomach pressing against the warm metal of the chain link fence. He was in her as far as he could readily get. He stayed there for a moment, holding his cock still to let her get used to it. Again, he was amazed by how warm she was inside. Being buried in her squishy poop felt kinda nice, actually. After a moment, he slowly pulled his cock back about an inch and then pushed forward again, hearing her purr loudly, grading into a soft moan. He repeated the movement, thrusting slowly and gently inside her bottom. Jim smiled, shook his head, and released the doorknob. His hand drifted downward as he watched Tom's hips begin to move slowly, and he could almost visualize his slender cock moving in and out of Karen's chubby bottom. He could visualize it, in fact, and it gave him a pleasant shiver. Almost without thinking he unzipped his shorts and began to take his cock out as he watched. He caught himself, paused, then shrugged. Again, what was the harm in it? He pulled his cock out of his shorts and grasped it firmly, noting that the head was still a bit slimy from the precum he'd leaked earlier, while fingering her. Karen was breathing faster, quivering a bit, beginning to tense further around Mr. Evans' "finger." She gasped, squirming a little, feeling a sort of warm, urgent tingling sensation growing between her legs. "You okay, sweetie?" He asked her for the umpteenth time. "Uh huh," She replied, between gasps. "Think my kitty needs more sunblock though..." "All right," He said, and leaned forward a bit, reaching around her hips. His right hand fumbled around a bit between her legs as he thrust into her, both motions somewhat erratic, his hand and fingers slipping on and around her soft, slick lips. He finally managed to slip his index finger between her lips, then began to work it back and forth, searching for her clit. He felt a small nub after a moment, and, with a moan and a slight further tensing of her body, she confirmed that he'd found it. He began to circle it with his finger, feeling himself tensing as well. Jim moaned softly as he stroked his cock, shivering a bit as he watched the scene unfolding. He smiled as he watched Tom reach around to rub Karen's clitoris; he was glad that his neighbor was paying attention to pleasuring his daughter as well. He shivered, tensing as he stroked faster, breathing harder as he watched. He felt better about this knowing that his daughter was getting off as well. Karen moaned, squirming, rubbing herself insistently against Mr. Evans' hand, wiggling her bottom around his "finger" in the process. Both gasped at the added sensation of this movement, and she began to whimper softly, tensing further, her breathing becoming erratic as it had before. She shuddered in anticipation of her imminent climax, remembering the last one very, very well. Mr. Evans grunted as he began to speed up his thrusting slightly, moaning in tandem as he felt Karen's rectum swiveling and rubbing around his cock. He shuddered, gripping the fence harder, as he felt the "charging-up" sensation of imminent orgasm. He rubbed at her clit harder, wanting to bring his little lover off first--with all the pleasure she was giving him, he thought, it was the least he could do. Karen gasped, whimpered, rubbed down on his finger one more time, and suddenly went rigid. She whimpered, quivering, feeling the world spin around her as she came, pulsing around the "finger" inside her. Her eyes squinched shut, her teeth clenched, and her short fingernails dug almost painfully into her knees, though she barely registered it. She almost seemed to be flying as she threw her head back, gasp-whimpering in pleasure. She felt so delightfully warm, so alive, so nicely full. Mr. Evans moaned as he felt her quaking, feeling her bottom clamping down on him fiercely, then releasing, then clamping, her anus clenching the base of his cock like a fist as her bottom and kitty pulsed. He watched her for a microsecond as he shuddered, then pulled back on her hips with the hand that was rubbing her clit, preparing the left to grab her if she became unsteady on her feet. At the same moment he gave a powerful thrust forward, burying his whole cock in her bottom and his cockhead in the gooey mess filling the inmost half of her rectum. He groaned, gasping, closing his eyes tight, one hand clenching the fence and the other grasping her mound firmly as he shuddered, feeling his cock throbbing. The semi-solid mass surrounding his cockhead presented greater resistance to his ejaculation than if her bottom had been otherwise empty, and as a result each spurt seemed more intense than usual. Jim groaned, shuddering as he watched his neighbor bury himself in his daughter's bottom, glancing from Karen's face to Tom's face to the union of their bodies again and again as he felt himself charging as well. He suddenly realized exactly what he was doing: jerking off watching his daughter being molested. His eyes widened, but before he could stop himself his own cock was pulsing, spurting his own cum against the door as he gasped and spasmed. His eyes remained glued to the scene in front of him, but his teeth clenched and he had to rest his other hand on the door and lean against it slightly to keep from falling. It was his most intense orgasm in quite a while. At last, after what felt like fifteen or twenty seconds, he finished spurting, though his cock still twitched for a few seconds more. He leaned harder against the door, gasping. Karen shuddered, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She felt Mr. Evans' "finger" shrinking inside her bottom. "Here, honey, squeeze your bottom shut," He wheezed. "Huh?" She gasped, slowly opening her eyes and glancing behind her. "You want to keep as much sunblock in your bottom as you can, sweetie," He replied, breathing hard. "Ok," She responded, and clamped down as hard as she could, closing her eyes in concentration. She heard him moan softly, then grunt, and she felt his "finger" sliding out of her. A little bit of goo trickled out along with it, but she managed to keep most of it inside her. She slowly stood up, stretching a bit, hearing his clothing rustling again, followed by a zipper closing, and then she felt his fingers over her anus one more time. She turned around and smiled at him. He smiled back. "Feel nice and protected?" He asked her. "Uh huh," She replied, smiling sweetly. "Thank you!" She leaned forward, across the fence, and threw her arms around his waist. "You're welcome," He said with a smile as he hugged her back. She squeezed him tighter and he gasped, pretending to choke. She giggled and released him, grinning brightly. "I gotta go, ah, wash my hands, ok sweetie?" He told her, holding up his left hand to show her. The finger had quite a bit of whitish-tannish sunblock on it, with a few specks of brown. She made a face and giggled. "Okie," She replied, then turned and started back toward the pool, giving him a good view of her chubby bottom wiggling and of the tiny dribble of mixed, mostly-white goo oozing from it. Halfway there she turned and waved, and he waved back with his gooey hand, before turning and heading back into his house. Jim stood up straight again, still breathing a bit hard, and glanced down at the globs of sticky, milky fluid running down the surface of the door, then at his still-sticky hand and cock. He shook his head and turned, walking over to the end table by the sofa and pulling a handful of Kleenex from it. He wiped his hand and cock, then stuffed the latter back in his shorts. He turned and glanced out the door window just in time to see his daughter disappear into the water in one of her signature cannonball dives, the ones they jokingly referred to as "nukes," and smiled. He grabbed another handful of Kleenexes and knelt by the door, scrupulously wiping the cum from it, then finally took both handfuls and threw them in the kitchen trash. He sighed and walked to the dining room table, shaking his head, and stared out the window again at his daughter splashing and playing in the pool. After a minute or so, he shook it again, then sat down at the table, resting his head in his hands and trying to appear busy in case she looked in through the window or decided to come inside to use the bathroom. Jim sighed and tried to figure out what had happened that afternoon and what it meant. He knew that what Tom had done to his daughter would be considered child molestation, and hence rape, under the law. Yet Jim just couldn't convince himself that this was an accurate way of characterizing the events. For one thing, Karen had clearly enjoyed it immensely, easily as much as Tom had from what he could see of it, and thus it was unfair to speak of him doing something "to" her when he'd clearly done something "with" her. And this wasn't just incidental; Tom had been taking pains to avoid causing her any, and had obviously made a point of ensuring that she enjoyed what they were doing. He glanced out the window again, over his shoulder at his daughter playing and splashing in the pool, and smiled. He turned around and sighed, still pondering. She was as happy as before. And besides, he thought, what right did he have to object to what his neighbor had done, after he'd fingered her to orgasm himself? This would be considered "molest" just as much as Tom sodomizing her, he suspected, though the particular charges, and hence penalties, might differ slightly. He was still puzzling over this ten minutes later when he heard the back door open and slam and caught a fleeting glimpse of Karen, dripping on the carpet as usual, as she scampered through the living room and upstairs--to use the bathroom, he figured, since she'd have dried off first otherwise. A moment later he heard the bathroom door slam shut. He grinned; he wasn't surprised she had to use the bathroom, with all the goo that must be sloshing around in her bottom by now. As Karen sat down on the toilet and sighed contentedly, released her sphincter, and easily pushed out a very runny, greasy, sticky bowel movement, her father sat downstairs and gave serious thought to what he had done with her versus what his neighbor had done. What was the difference, anyway? That when Tom had brought her to orgasm, he'd got off too? Well, why shouldn't he? He hadn't hurt Karen in doing so, and in fact seemed to have made her extremely happy. There was no reason he shouldn't enjoy himself as well. Jim paused. He still felt a reflexive twinge of distress at the thought of his little girl being fucked--yes, "fucked"--by a grown man, but it was fading. He shrugged and finally decided to ask her about it, though in his heart he'd already made up his mind. And in his pants as well, he realized, to his chagrin, feeling himself starting to swell again as he mentally replayed the scene. The bathroom door banged open, and he heard Karen scampering down the steps. A moment later the still-damp and still-plump ("fat," he reminded himself) little redhead bounded into the dining room, smiling hopefully. "Oh, hi pumpkin," He said, returned her smile effortlessly. "Having a good time?" "Uh huh," She responded enthusiastically, then grinned. "Come swimmin' with me daddy!" "Pumpkin, I've got a lot to do..." He responded in a theatrically half-hearted fashion. "You're just sittin' there. C'mon, you can think in the pool," She said, giggling. He smiled and sighed, again theatrically. "All right, all right. Let me get my swimsuit." "You don't need it, daddy. C'mon, let's go?" "But.." "No buts!" "Fine, fine." He got to his feet, willing his erection to subside. She squealed and scampered to the door, him following several steps behind. "Hey, slow down, pumpkin," He exclaimed as he stepped out the door and saw her halfway to the pool. "My tired old bones can't keep up with you." She turned and grinned, and they both laughed. A second and a half later she was airborne, curling into a ball ("butterball," he thought affectionately, unsure of whether she'd like the term, but making a note to find out), and another half-second after that she vanished in a "nuke," waves of water splashing against and over the concrete lip of the pool as she uncurled and swam off under the water. He chuckled and slipped his shirt off, then undid the button on his jean shorts. He unzipped them and, a moment later, grabbed them and his briefs and pulled them both off his ass and down his legs at the same time. He dashed toward the pool, his quarter-hard cock waggling, and leaped right as Karen surfaced. His timing barely gave her the chance to notice him before he landed in a "nuke" of his own, sending a wall of water droplets hurtling towards her. He felt the lukewarm water envelope his naked body and shivered, then surfaced, chuckling. Karen surfaced a second later, giggling, and splashed him using her hands. He retaliated, and they splashed each other for the next five minutes before collapsing back into the pool, laughing hysterically. After a few minutes they calmed down and began to swim more normally, still playing. After an hour, a half-assed game of Marco Polo, three more splash fights, several back-and-forth races, and about fifteen cumulative minutes of hysterical laughter, they sat down on the steps at the shallow end of the pool, about a foot apart, breathing hard. Jim smiled and swallowed, hesitating for a moment, then finally decided to broach the subject concerning him. "So, how are you doing, pumpkin?" "Great, daddy," She said with a grin. "Been having fun this afternoon?" "Uh huh!" She replied enthusiastically and shivered. "You aren't getting sunburned, are ya?" He asked her, cocking his head. "Heck no," She replied, laughing. "Nah, I'm good and sunblocked." "Are you? Hmm...you do know it washes off eventually, right?" Of course, she did. "Of course I do," She replied, with a theatrical eyeroll. "It's ok though; Mr. Evans helped me put some more on." "I saw that," He said with a funny smile. "Was he nice and thorough?" "Uh huh," She replied with a slight shiver. "That was nice of him," Her daddy replied, and she nodded, shivering again. "Did you ask politely?" He added, raising an eyebrow, though he was mainly interested in whether she asked at all. "Yeah," She responded. "I said 'please' 'n' everything." "Good girl. You're sure he did a thorough job?" "Uh huh," She repeated. "He even got it up in my bottom like you did, daddy," She added with a smile. "Though I think he got it in deeper than you did." "Wow. I'm glad he went the extra mile for you, pumpkin," Jim responded, then cocked his head. "Was it all right?" "Huh?" "It didn't hurt you or anything when he applied it there, did it?" "Heck no," She replied again with a giggle. "It was nice, like when you did it, daddy," She added, smiling sweetly. He returned it and reached over, brushing her (facial) cheek with his fingertips as he looked into her eyes, watching for any hint of nervousness or hesitation that might indicate a lie or rationalization and finding none. "I'm glad, pumpkin," He said, then swallowed, forcibly holding the smile and waiting a moment. "D'ya think he'd mind putting it on me more often?" She asked, cocking her head. "Well, I don't know," He responded, pinching his chin and adopting a pensive look. "I can always put it on for you," He said, after a moment. "Yeah, but you're busy, and if he helps you can keep workin' like today," Karen replied with a slight shrug, then smiled. "Besides, he does it a little different than you and I like that way too." He nodded. "Well, all right. I'll talk to Mr. Evans about it. I can't promise anything, but maybe he can help you put on sunscreen sometimes." She squealed happily and threw her arms around his chest, hugging him tightly and eliciting an "ooof" as he returned it. They giggled for a moment, but were distracted by a screen door squeaking open. They both turned their heads in the direction of Mr. Evans' house as he stepped out onto his patio. "Baldur! Midnight!" He called, looking towards the dogs' corner of the yard. "Dinnertime!" Both dogs, noticeably dirty, bounded towards the house, tongues lolling as they hurtled through the door. Mr. Evans chuckled, then glanced toward Jim and Karen. Father and daughter lifted their hands at the same time, smiling and waving. Mr. Evans responded in kind, then headed back indoors, his screen door banging shut. Jim smiled, looking at Karen's face, still hugging her close as she whispered "I love you daddy." "I love you too, pumpkin," He responded, feeling his cock starting to swell a little.