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 Cum Soaked Little Panties, part 9 (Mg, inc, panties)

   by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com)

   Summary: The horny perv sends his step-daughter to school without
panties or socks and goes shopping...



   I'm not really sure what happened after I blasted off in my wife's
pussy. Maybe I fainted; maybe I passed out from exhaustion...who knows.

   ***

   I woke up on Thursday in bed next to Shannon with the sun streaming in
through the windows.  I blinked my eyes a few times before hearing my
six-year-old step-daughter ask, "Can I have waffles for breakfast, Daddy?"

   Glancing at the alarm clock I realized I should have been up half an
hour earlier.  "Yeah, sure, honey," I said as I began to turn towards
Kelly. Looking at her I was surprised to see that she was still wearing her
nightie, so I suggested, "Why don't you go get dressed while I get..."

   "I still don't have any clean panties to wear," she interrupted me.

   "Oh, yeah: right," I remembered aloud.  I paused in thought for a second
before suggesting; "I suppose you could go to school `like a princess'..."

   "Really Daddy!?" Kelly interrupted me.

   "If you wear long pants," I quickly added.

   A little pout appeared on my step-daughter's six-year-old face before
she asked, "So I can, not wear socks?" in a hopeful tone.

   "Uhm, yeah; sure," I answered before adding, "now go get dressed."

   "Okay Daddy," Kelly gleefully said, before bouncing out of the room.

   I got out of bed, used the bathroom, put my bathrobe on, and headed to
the kitchen.

   ***

   I had a decidedly uneventful breakfast of waffles with my six-year-old
step-daughter before taking her outside so she could catch the bus to
school.  On the way back inside I grabbed the newspaper that was sitting on
the front step and took it into the kitchen.

   Sitting down at the kitchen table, I began flipping through the
newspaper.  The large color "buy two, get one free" add for J-MART caught
my eye.  I looked over the items that were in the sale and noticed that
Babette (that overpriced little-girl `lifestyle' brand) undergarments were
on the list...  While Kelly rarely wore undershirts, she did wear panties
and socks every day...well almost every day, anyway.  And, considering how
often I was blasting loads of cum into her panties, it made sense why there
were frequently very few clean pairs for her to put on.

   ***

   After my wife woke up I told her about the sale that J-MART was having
on Babette undergarments and mentioned that Kelly could use a few more
pairs of socks and panties.  Shannon seemed to accept my reasoning and had
me go the J-MART to pick up a few pair of socks and panties for Kelly. 
Ultimately I ended up buying two two-packs of panties and a three-pack of
socks.  One pack of panties was solid colors: pastel pink and pastel
yellow. The other pack of panties was patterned: pink and purple hearts on
a red background, and various colored unicorns on a pale green background.
The socks were solid colors: off-white, pink, and pale green.

   ***

   I was actually a little surprised when I opened the packages the panties
came in: the fabric was really smooth...it almost felt like satin...  I was
so puzzled by the way the fabric felt that I looked closely at the label on
the inside.  It read "100% nylon", that seemed a bit strange, seeing as all
of Kelly's other panties were 100% cotton; but these were Babette products
and I simply assumed that was one of their peculiarities...  And
considering how they felt against my fingers I was certain Kelly would love
how they'd feel on her pussy.

   Then I opened the package of socks.  Again the fabric was surprisingly
smooth; again almost satin like.  Looking at the label, I again read "100%
nylon": clearly Babette undergarments were made from nylon.

   ***

   Shortly after my wife left for the second day of her job bartending at
the smoking club, Kelly returned home from school.

   She'd barely gotten in the door when she plopped down on the floor and
began yanking her shoes off.  This was very untypical behavior, so I asked,
"What's wrong honey?"

   "The backs of my feet really hurt," my six-year-old step-daughter
complained.

   I was a bit puzzled by that, until I saw a big red blister on each of
her heels where the back of her shoes had been rubbing against her bare
skin all day.  "You got blisters," I said, before adding, "No more going to
school without socks."

   "Daddy..." Kelly said.

   "Yes, honey?" I asked.

   "Can you make it not hurt?" my step-daughter asked in her most innocent
sounding little-girl voice.

   "Well, maybe if you soak your feet in the tub," I thought aloud.  As
Kelly took a step toward the stairs, I added, "Take your pants off before
getting in the tub."

   She stopped dead in her tracks before asking, "Daddy, can you help me
take them off, so they don't hit the back of my feet?"

   "Uhm...yeah, sure honey," I sympathetically replied.  Kelly undid the
waist band on her pants and began pulling them down.  When I saw the bare
skin of her pubic region come into view, I blurted out, "What happened to
your panties?"

   "You said I could go to school like a princess today, Daddy.  Remember?"
my six-year-old step-daughter explained as she sat her bare butt on the
bottom step of the stairs.

   "Oh, yeah," I said, as I gingerly pulled her pants down: doing my best
to keep the fabric from touching the blisters on the backs of her heels.

   Once her pants were off, Kelly stood.  "Daddy, could you carry me up to
the tub?" she asked in an oh-so innocent voice.

   "Sure thing, honey, I replied.  I put my right hand under her bare
six-year-old little-girl butt and my left hand on her upper back as I
picked her up.  My step-daughter wrapped her legs around my hips.  Giving
her a sort of backwards piggy-back-ride, I began carrying her upstairs.

   After stepping into the bathroom, I helped Kelly back to a standing
position on the floor.  I set the stopper in the tub's drain, and began
filling the tub with warm water.  Once there was about five inches of water
in the tub I turned off the water.

   My six-year-old step-daughter sat her bare butt on the edge of the tub
and swung her legs over the side before firmly planting her bare feet on
the bottom of the tub, in the water.  Glancing over her shoulder, Kelly
tentatively began to say, "Daddy..."

   "What honey?" I asked, concerned that the water might be too hot.

   "Uhm..." she stammered a bit, "the tub feels cold, where I'm sitting on
it..."

   Bending over, I put my hand on the edge of the tub about six inches to
the left of my step-daughter's left hip.  "Yea, it does feel a little
cool," I replied.

   "Can you put something on the tub for me to sit on?" Kelly asked.

   "How about a ..." I trailed off as I remembered the new panties I had
bought for my step-daughter that morning.  Smiling, I said, "Sit tight for
a minute: Daddy's got a surprise for you," before turning and walking out
of the bathroom.

   Less than a minute after I had stepped out of the bathroom, I returned
with a pair of Babette panties: the pair with the pink and purple hearts on
a red background.  I held up the panties so my step-daughter could see them
and said, "Bought these when you were at school."

   "The hearts are real pretty," she innocently commented.

   I half chuckled as I replied, "I knew you'd like `em."

   "My feet are wet; won't they get wet if I put them on now?" Kelly asked.

   "I don't think a little water will hurt them," I offered.

   Taking the new pair of panties from me, my step-daughter said,
"Oh...okay." She lifted her feet up out of the water and swung around. 
After slipping her wet feet through the leg-holes in her new panties, she
slid then up her legs, before lifting her little six-year-old butt off the
edge of the tub and pulling her new panties the rest of the way up.

   As Kelly moved her feet back into the water she commented, "These new
panties feel kinda different..."

   "These are that brand `Babette'," I explained, "They're made from
nylon." Seeing slightly confused look on my step-daughter's face, I added,
"Your other panties are made from cotton, and since nylon is a different
material, it should feel different..."

   "I like `em: they feel all smooth..." Kelly said with a half-giggle.

   I told my step-daughter I had work I had to do (a fairly common
occurrence when she gets home from school) and told her to keep her feet in
the water until I returned to the bathroom; before heading back downstairs
to my computer.

   Once sitting in front of my computer I quickly sent private messages to
both my friend in the next county and the woman with the `two good little
cumsluts' asking if they're girls had ever gotten blisters on their heels
from wearing shoes without socks and what they did about it.

   [Bung]: a private messenger message appeared on my computer screen mere
seconds after I had hit SEND.  The FROM box had my friend from the next
county's screen-name in it and I began reading, "Haven't ever had the
problem: only time they're without socks is when they are wearing
flip-flops or are completely barefoot"...NUTS: no help there.  So, I
returned to my actual work.
[Bung]: a private messenger message appeared on my computer screen some
four minutes later.  Even if I hadn't already gotten a message from my
friend and even if I hadn't looked at the FROM box, I would have known who
it was from the instant I started reading, "Being the good little cumsluts
they are, my daughters have never worn socks.  When they wear hard shoes I
always spray their feet with antiperspirant before they put the shoes on."
The instant I'd finished reading her message I began typing, "you spray

their feet with antiperspirant to get rid of the blisters?"

   [Bung]: "No do that before they put on the shoes so they won't get
blisters," was the woman's reply.
Again I began typing as soon as I'd finished reading her message, "Too
late for that: step-daughter already has blisters on the back of her feet.

What do you do after?"

   Several second passed before another message form the woman appeared,
"Drop of skin cream on the blister, bandaid over the blister, don't let her
wear shoes with a back until the blisters are gone."

   "That'll work?" I quickly typed in reply.

   Very quickly she sent me another message, "Yea; blisters should be gone
in a couple days."

   "Thanks," I typed into the private messenger before hitting SEND. 
Seconds later I was headed back to the bathroom.

   "Kelly, honey, pull your feet out of the water: Daddy's got something
that'll help the blisters," I said to my six-year-old step-daughter as I
grabbed the bottle of skin cream and a box of bandaids from the medicine
cabinet.  Kelly lifted her feet up out of the water, as I had instructed;
before spinning around on the edge of the tub and planting her wet feet on
the bathroom floor.  After putting the bottle of skin cream and a box of
bandaids on the lid of the toilet, I grabbed a towel and squatted down in
front of my step-daughter.  With one hand I released the drain in the tub
(letting the water out), while I began to pat-dry her feet with the towel.
Once Kelly's feet were dry I applied a little of the skin cream to the
blisters on the backs of her feet; then covered both blisters with a
bandaid.

   "Thanks Daddy," Kelly began saying as she stood; before adding, "They
don't hurt so much anymore."

   "That's good, honey: it means they're already getting better," I
responded.  I took a breath before adding, "You can't wear any shoes with a
heel until the blisters are gone."

   My six-year-old step-daughter gave me a funny look before asking, "You
mean like Mommy's boots?"

   I was briefly confused but then understood what she had though I was
saying.  "No, honey," I began explaining, "Not high heels; you can't wear
shoes that have anything behind your heels." Seeing a less, but still
confused look on her face, I added, "You don't want anything rubbing
against of putting pressure on the blisters."

   "Oh..." Kelly half exclaimed.  She stood still for a couple seconds
before saying, "So that means I can only wear sandals."

   I briefly thought about my step-daughter's collection of shoes: the pair
of dress shoes she had put my cum into, two pair of sneakers (one canvas,
the other leather), a pair of crocs with a heel strap, a pair of fleece
lined boots, and a pair of flip-flops.  Clearly the only ones that didn't
have anything behind the heel were the flip-flops.  "Well, you could wear
your flip-flops or go bare foot the rest of today..." I was thinking /
planning out loud, "But I don't think your teacher would be happy with you
wearing flip-flops to school tomorrow..."

   "I can't go to school barefoot," she commented in an innocent voice.

   I thought silently for a second before saying, "Go put a skirt and your
flip-flops on, then we'll get you a new pair of shoes: one that doesn't
have anything behind the heel..."

   "Okay, Daddy," she said before bounding off towards her bedroom.

   Moments later we were in the car headed to the J-MART.

   ***

   Considering how many pairs of shoes my wife had that have nothing behind
the heel, it was amazing how few choices of shoes in Kelly's size there
were that had completely open heels.  The only things they seemed to have
were either flip-flops (like Kelly already had) or were so called "athletic
sandals" with a single wide strap over the foot just above the toes. 
Thankfully a woman with a girl who looked to be two years older than Kelly
noticed our dilemma and told me that when her daughter had gotten blisters
last year, they had gotten open-heel sneakers at Chew's Discount Shoes.  In
a matter of no time Kelly and I were back in the car.

   ***

   We drove across town to where the woman had told me Chew's Discount
Shoes was.  This place sure as hell wasn't J-MART: it was a single
store-front in a run-down looking strip.

   Stepping inside, the air was scented with burning incense and an elderly
Chinese man with a very long thin beard welcomed us.  I asked him were
girl's shoes were and he pointed us in a direction.  Kelly and I headed
that way to be met by a middle-aged Chinese woman.  She directed Kelly to a
seat and upon kneeling down to measure my step-daughter's feet said,
"Brlisterls ehh...have pulfect shoes fol thet." After getting the size of
Kelly's feet she quickly disappeared; only to retune about thirty seconds
later with a closed shoebox.

   The woman opened the box and pulled out a pair of shoes that were the
shape of clogs but in white leather and with laces on the top.  She slid
them onto Kelly's feet and told Kelly to, "Wark arlound in tham." My
step-daughter didn't seem to have a problem understanding what the woman
was saying: she stood and took about six slightly awkward looking steps
away from us.

   As Kelly turned to walk back the woman said, "Sclunch lour toes, rike in
sandars." Kelly must have understood what the woman said because as she
walked back her gait appeared to be exactly the way it normally was.

   "How do they feel honey?" I asked Kelly once she had returned.

   "Pretty comfy," my step-daughter replied.

   "You buy: yes," the way the woman said; from the way she spoke those
words it sounded more like a statement than a question.

   I glanced down at my six-year-old step-daughter.  Kelly nodded `yes'; so
I told the woman, "Yes, we'll buy them."

   Turning to Kelly, the woman asked, "You want wearl tham out storle?"

   There was a smile on Kelly's face as she nodded `yes'.

   The woman turned back to me and said, "No waerl socks: bettel forl
brlisterls thet way."

   Fairly sure I understood what I'd just been told I replied, "Right."

   The woman put Kelly's flip-flops into the shoebox the pair of sneakers
had come from and began leading us back to the front of the store.

   We hadn't gone more than fifteen feet when Kelly stopped at the end of a
narrow aisle, pointed down the aisle, and said, "Look Daddy, shoes like
Mommy's but girl size." I looked to towards the area my step-daughter was
pointing at.  And sure enough, about half-way down the aisle, there were a
few pairs of child-sized high heels on the display shelf.  Before I could
even open my mouth to say anything, Kelly had started down the narrow
aisle.

   I noticed a smile appear on the woman's face as she began to follow
Kelly down the aisle.

   Kelly picked up a pink (not much of a surprise there considering it was
her favorite color) very conventional looking high heel shoe: closed toe,
closed heel, stiletto; except sized for a girl in grade-school.  I can
honestly say I'd never seen a pair of child sized high heels that looked so
much like adult ones: all of the ones I'd seen were plastic dress-up
accessories with pictures of Barbie or Disney princesses on them.

   "Beautifurl shoe: good serlerl, but no good forl brlisterls," the woman
was both up-selling the product and sounded like she was trying to talk
Kelly out of wanting them at the same time.

   After a second of silence, Kelly put the shoe back on the display shelf.


   With that, we headed back to the front of the store.  I almost didn't
believe the elderly Chinese man at the register when the bill came to
fifteen dollars...clearly this was a discount store.

   After paying for Kelly's new open heeled sneakers, we got back in the
car and headed home.

   When we were about halfway home, Kelly commented, "Daddy, my panties
feel wet on my butt and slit."

   Assuming she had wet herself, I asked, "Did you have an accident?"

   "Hunh?" she asked.

   "Did you pee your panties?" I asked.

   "No way." She declared, "I'm not a baby."

   "I know that, but sometimes it just happens: like when Daddy didn't make
it the bathroom at Thanksgiving," I tried to reassure her.

   I noticed movement in the rear-view mirror.  Looking at the mirror more
closely, I watched as my six-year-old step-daughter lifted her skirt up and
began feeling around on the outside of her panties.  "The outside of my
panties wouldn't be dry if I peed them, right?"

   Now that was puzzling: "If you peed them, they'd be wet," I said.

   We drive about a mile before Kelly asked, "Daddy, can I take my panties
off?"

   It took me all of two milliseconds to know how to answer that question.
"No: you better leave them on, just in case," I said, fearful that someone
might see the six-year-old girl taking her panties off inside a moving car.


   "Okay Daddy," she replied.

   ***

   By the time we got home Kelly really seemed to be fidgeting: clearly
whatever the wetness inside her panties was, it was really bothering her.
Once we had gotten inside the house, I suggested, "Let me take a look
inside your panties to see what's going on."

   "Okay, Daddy," she replied as she yanked her skirt down to her ankles.
After quickly stepping out of the skirt she'd just been wearing, Kelly
hooker her thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties.

   "Here let Daddy do that, honey," I said.

   The instant I'd finished speaking Kelly remover her thumbs from the
waistband of her panties.  Meanwhile, I squatted down in front of her and
started inspecting the pair of panties she was wearing.  The outer surface
of the front panel and what I could see of the sides at her hips as well as
the front of the crotch appeared to be dry.  "Turn around so Daddy can see
the back," I instructed: she did a `180', turning all the way around until
her back was facing me.  The outer surface of the back panel and what I
could see of the sides at her hips as well as the back of the crotch
appeared to be dry, just like the front.

   "Where's it feel damp?" I asked.

   Turning back around so she was facing me, she said, "From a little above
my slot, between my legs, and up my butt." But on the outside, those areas
looked completely dry...  "You're gonna check the inside of my panties,
right Daddy?"

   I paused to think for a second what the best way to check the inside of
her panties might be; of course, in light of the experience we'd had with
all of my cum draining out of her pussy the morning after I'd spent the
entire night squirting load after load of cum into Kelly's pre-pubescent
six-year-old little-girl pussy, I was actually afraid to pull the crotch of
her panties away from her skin.  However, I knew that if I didn't I
wouldn't be able to tell why my step-daughter thought the inside of her
panties felt wet.  "I'm gonna put my finger in through the leg hole," I
explained.

   "Okay Daddy," she responded.

   Half a second later I was slipping my right index finger into the
leg-hole of her panties.  I couldn't believe what I was feeling: the
surface of her skin felt mildly damp, and the inner surface of the panties
my six-year-old step-daughter was wearing felt like a sopping wet bathing
suit...and yet their exterior was completely dry!  I wiggled my finger
around a little: feeling the area above her pre-pubescent pubic mound, the
area around her pussy lips, into the bottom of her butt crack, and the
cheeks of her butt: they all had a similarly wet feeling...a feeling that,
I've got to be honest, felt pretty good on my finger.  Enough so that my
dick gave a twitch in my pants.

   I withdrew my finger from the leg-hole in her panties.  Looking at my
finger, it was clearly damp; but the moisture appeared to be colorless and
very thin.  I sniffed at my finger: no detectable odor...  "Good news
honey, you didn't pee your panties," I half-jokingly commented.

   "I know that Daddy," she said in an exacerbated tone, before asking,
"Why's it feel like that?"

   "Hmm..." I mumbled as I spent a few seconds thinking.

   "Could it be because you didn't shoot any of your stuff in these
panties?" Kelly asked in an innocent sounding voice.

   "Maybe," I heard myself saying.

   "Then you gotta shoot your stuff in them so they'll feel better," she
practically demanded.

   "Okay honey," I replied as I scooped up my step-daughter and began to
carry her to the study.

   Once in the study, I sat on my desk chair, and opened the fly on my
pants.  Kelly hopped onto my lap, reached into my pants, and pulled my
fully rigid dick out.  As usual, I reached down between her slender young
thighs, easing the crotch of her panties down just enough room to slip the
head of my engorged member in: between the smooth nylon front panel of her
panties and her immature little pubic mound.  I gently pulled her body down
until I could feel the thin lips of her pre-pubescent pussy brushing up
against the top of my shaft.

   After all of about ten seconds I could feel my dick begin throbbing; my
butt cheeks tightened signaling the beginning of my orgasm.  Half a second
later my hairy balls drew up under my dick, and the cum began surging up
the little tube on the underside of my shaft.  An instant later my dick
erupted: spewing the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white,
sperm-laden, adult cum right up the front of Kelly's little panties.  The
instant she felt the warmth and wetness of my seed on her soft
pre-pubescent skin she jerked her six-year-old body up slightly; causing
the second spurt of my cum to spew directly onto her little immature pussy
mound.  Kelly moved her body up just a little further.  Just as the third
spurt of cum erupted from the little hole on the end of my dick, the head
of my dick burrowed slightly between her tiny lips...my cum was spewing
directly into the mouth of my step-daughter's pre-pubescent little hole.  A
fourth, a fifth, and a sixth spurt followed the third: shooting directly
between the lips of Kelly's little hole.
As my orgasm subsided Kelly said, "Thanks Daddy," before hopping off my
lap.  She took a couple steps, stopped, wiggled her butt around, and
proceeded to say, "Your stuff makes them feel all nice and warm and

gooey..." "So your panties feel better now?" I half asked.

   "Yup," my step-daughter replied.

   "If your panties start to feel wet again, Daddy will shoot more of his
stuff in them," I offered before adding, "After you finish your homework."

   "Okay, thanks Daddy," she said before skipping away.

   Even after shooting a load of cum into Kelly's panties while she wore
them, I was still wondering why the inside of her panties was wet like
that. So I did a search of `wet inside Babette panties after wearing': got
several hits for parenting message boards / forums.  Looked at / read
through a couple of those forums: learned that any sweat the girl produces
while wearing them gets trapped against her skin...apparently some girls
love how it feels and others hate it.  Before I even thought about the fact
that the Babette socks I had bought were nylon too, I read a post from
woman saying that "the same's true of Babette socks".

   Fearing that my six-year-old step-daughter might hate the way the
moistness felt against her skin I yelled across the house, "Kelly, come
back to the study; there's something you need to see."

   Barely two seconds after I finished speaking, she skipped back into the
study, and promptly asked, "Does your thing need to shoot more stuff into
my panties?"

   Haring her say those words did cause my dick to twitch in my pants, but
I responded, "No honey; daddy found out why the inside of your panties were
wet." I read her several of the posts, before asking, "Do you hate how it
feels honey?"

   Looking down towards the floor, Kelly began shaking her head `no' half a
second before she began to speak, "It feels kinda weird, but I don't hate
how it feels...if they're supposed to feel wet inside I guess it's
okay...." She took a breath before finishing her thought, "the wet inside
would probably feel pretty good when it's real hot in the summer."

   "The socks will be that way too," I told her.

   "Okay daddy," she began to say before seeming to correct herself, "the
lady at the store said I shouldn't wear socks."

   I tried to correct her, by saying, "Once the blisters heal, you'll be
wearing..."

   "I'm gonna wear these shoes like a princess," she boldly declared,
interrupting me; before turning and walking out of the room.