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   "The Part Time Daddy"

   by No Spam Dave

   Prologue: this is my first attempt at erotic storytelling.  I am mostly
known for stifling flamers and
spammers, my favorite (well, second favorite) past-time.  This story

starts out rather slow, so have patience- the best things in life come to
those who wait.  If I was to write about how a man just befriended a girl
and then had sex by the second paragraph, then it would be a story about
rape, which is something I would never support or write about.  I don't
necessarily support all the material in this story, it's just fantasy. 
However some of the story is true, just spiced up a lot and abridged.  A
disclaimer- I have never had sex with a minor, perhaps done a few things I
shouldn't have, but in the end, my brain won out.

   - No Spam Dave
Introduction:

   I had moved into the trailer park to get away from the city.  I can't
stand traffic, crowds, lines or not being able to breathe fresh air.  I did
not make enough money to afford a house, so I had to compromise.  I did not
need any thing big anyway, since it was just me.  I never felt comfortable
living with roommates, or even family for that matter.  And women?  Well, I
could never seem to find a women I could enjoy- well at least one that
could enjoy me as well.

   The only time I could ever seem to enjoy another person was when I was
with children.  Their enjoyment of live is unparalleled, and their
perspective of the world is unique.  They never treated me like an
inferior, but accepted me as a friend.  While it could take me weeks, or
longer to become friends with an adult, it could take minutes to befriend a
child.  It was as if a child could instinctually know I loved children.

   The trailer park in question was about four miles from any stores or any
sign of population, so it was a fantastic retreat.  There was around 200
houses spread out in 25 acres or so, not too crowded.  The best part about
this park, of course, were the children.

   Living in apartments in the city, children were an uncommon site. 
Mothers were terrified to let there children out with all the stories of
everything that could happen.  Most apartments were unofficially "singles
only" anyway.

   In this park, it was a common site to see children out riding their
bikes, or running wild all over.  Most parents were lower income, and
worked long hours for little pay- so they had little time to spend with
their attention-deprived kids.  This worked out to be my advantage, as it
would turn out.

   I typically worked the second shift, from 4 or 5 until midnight, as I
was a manager of a restaurant. This put me at an advantage as far as
spending time outdoors in the daylight hours.  I enjoyed walking or riding
my bike in the neighborhood, or just sitting outside enjoying the fresh
air. It was just a matter of time when I made several friends with the
natives.  Having an adult pay attention to them was a new thing for them.
They would often tell me all about their family and what they liked to do.
We would sometimes walk together, or ride bikes, or sometimes I would teach
them a few martial arts moves, since I was a greenbelt.  One thing these
kids all seemed to have in common is their low self-esteem and their
extreme desire for attention.

   Chapter 1- introduction to Christie

   It was one very warm Saturday, that I met Christie.  I was sitting
outside, playing my guitar enjoying the weather and the fresh air.  A girl
I have seen once or twice before, but never talked to, was riding her bike
in circles on my street.  She was six or seven with shoulder length blond
hair and had eyebrows so blond, they were almost non-existent.  Even though
she looked like she was enjoying riding her bike, I could tell that there
was something missing about her.  There are time when I can sense what a
child is feeling, almost like an empath (like Deanna Troi on Star Trek)

   She suddenly stopped her riding and was looking down at her bike. 
Seeing her chain dragging on the pavement, I understood why.  She went over
to the curb and plopped herself down despairingly, bike abandoned.  Always
a one to help out a kid in need, and being quite a bicycle mechanic, I
waked over to her and offered my assistance.  She seemed quite shy at
first, not knowing whether she should talk to me or not.  I guess she
sensed in me my honest concern as she opened up to me (no- she talked to
me, patience!) I brought her bike over to my driveway, and set to work. 
She told me her name was Christy, and that she was six and in kindergarten.
I told her I thought she looked older, since she was big for her age, and
seemed pretty smart for a kindergartner.  She said she was born in
September, so she started school later.  She said she was the biggest kid
in her class, and she hated it.  It made her feel stupid.  She told me how
her mother ran away from her father and brought her here, how her brother
still lived with her father, how her cousin had just died, and how mean her
mother's boyfriend was to her, and anything else I could possibly want to
know about her.

   Now here is one kid with problems, I thought.

   It only took a few minutes to repair her bike, so we just sat and
chatted a while.  There we sat on the pavement, indian-style, face to face,
talking like we had always known each other.  She told me how she had no
friends here, how her mother worked until 8 p.m., how her mother's
boyfriend had always ignored her when he wasn't yelling at her, how she
hated how she looked, especially her eyebrows, and how everyone thought she
looked like a boy.  I , of course, did my best to reassure her that she was
very cute and extremely intelligent for her age.  This kid had a very bad
self -esteem problem.  While we were talking, my line of site would
occasionally shift downward.  She was wearing some old shorts, one or two
sizes too small, that didn't quite cover her panties.  I felt my first
stirrings for her.  I guess she finally noticed my gaze, as she looked
down, and made an embarrassed look, putting her hand over her crotch. 
"Don't worry, no one saw." I assured.  She looked slightly relieved, but
said I saw her.  I told her it was no big deal, it was just her panties,
nothing to be ashamed of.  She seemed to accept this and went back to the
way she was.  She looked at her crotch and told me how she needed new
shorts, that they couldn't cover her up anymore, and how her panties even
had a hole in them.  With that, she pulled her shorts over just enough so I
could see an eraser sized hole revealing just a tiny bit of flesh taunting
my attention.  My stirrings became a hard-on as I managed to get out how I
thought her panties were still pretty, especially with the hole.  With that
she smiled and got up suddenly and said that it was time for dinner, and
that she needed to get home, and with a hug, and a thanks for fixing her
bike she was off.

   Chapter 2- the plot develops

   As the weeks passed.  I saw more and more of Christie.  We got closer
and closer.  She would always hang around my house, talking about
everything, enjoying my attention.  She would often sit in my lap, and we
would just sit, enjoying each others warmth.  Summer was arriving soon, so
she would often come over in her one piece bathing suit to play in my
sprinkler.  As was the rest of her clothes, her bathing suit was at least a
size too small, so it didn't leave much to my imagination.

   She told me one day that her mother wanted to meet me before she would
be allowed to come over anymore.  I was pretty apprehensive about the whole
ordeal, as we went to her house.  Her mother, and her boyfriend, Joe, was
out in the yard having a few beers.  They were nothing like I imagined.
Christies mother, Ann, was sunning herself in the yard with only a bikini
on, sporting a tatoo on her shoulder, and looking like she was nearly my
age (I was 23).  We talked for a while as Christie sat alone, unnoticed. 
Ann had a strong Alabama accent, and told me about her job in a cafeteria,
and how she was glad someone was spending some time with Christie.  Since
it was hot, and Christie and I were already dressed in swim suits, I
suggested we go down to the newly opened pool at the park. Ann and Joe
declined, but said that we could go on down there as long as I had her back
by 5.

   So we went, and I had my first taste of semi-parenting.  I almost felt
like one of the parents at the pool as Christie and I jumped in.  To top it
off, I had the same blond hair, blue eyes, and light complexion she did, so
no one assumed I wasn't her father.  It turned out that she didn't know how
to swim, so she was very down on herself for being a "baby." I showed her
how to swim, first by demonstrating, then by assisting her, with my hand on
her stomach (occasionally wandering a bit lower).  It wasn't long before
she could swim as well as everyone else.  Our favorite game began that day
which consisted of me throwing her about in the pool as high as I could. 
What was special about this was how I through her.  I would cup my right
hand over her mound while my left hand was on her back and I would throw
her with my right hand.  She could never get enough.  Amazingly she would
never complain about where my hand was, or how my fingers would
occasionally slip inside her bathing suit.  One sidenote: have you ever
noticed that tight bathing suits always seem to slip to the side, or give
"wedgies" every time a girl would get out of the water?

   Swimming soon became a weekly ritual.  On memorial weekend, I was
invited along with her family to the lake for a picnic.  It was my duty to
keep her entertained while the adults enjoyed themselves. We went to the
swimming area and played our usual games, then becoming bored of that, we
went to the playground for a while.  She lost interest in that as she was
pulling on her bathing suit and rubbing her mound.  Ever attentive, I asked
her what was the matter.  Apparently the suit was just getting too tight on
her and was making her sore.  I caught just a glimpse of her cheek as she
moved over the crotch a little showing me how red it was.  "It sure looks
sore, I better take you back to camp." I said.  Back at camp, I had to sit
looking unconcerned as she changed inside the tent.  It was almost like I
was one of the family as I ate with them, and played with Cris.  No one
payed any attention to her, except me of course, which just caused her to
become closer to me.

   I was becoming a part of the family after just a few weeks, as I was
invited to their house, and even out to dinner.  I had stayed overnight on
the couch after staying up late watching videos with Cris on my lap.  I had
seen her changing into her night shirt, unconcerned by my presence(she
still had her panties on though) I was still longing for more, but for now,
content.

   Summer finally arrived, so we had more of a chance to see each other.  I
convinced her mother one weekend to take Cris to a popular waterpark for
the day.  Our first stop, however was to get her a new suit.  It is amazing
how few suits you can find when it is summer.  We had to go to 3 or 4
stores. We finally found one, and she set out to try them on.  Feeling
quite out of place in the little girls department, I reluctantly waited
outside the changing room.  Finding a suit for her was a challenge with the
small selection, and the fact that finding bottoms that fit her, usually
meant that the top was too tight (I guess she was somewhat big-boned-not
fat and still flat-chested though) She started to get restless and started
to jump around in the changing stall/closet- whatever you call it when I
caught an amazing site.  As she jumped down, I caught a flash of her below
the door.  She wasn't wearing anything!  I teased her a bit, telling her I
saw her, but she just did it a few more times, each time showing a bit
more.

   Well, we got the suit, settling on one that was just right in the top,
but loose in the bottoms, and we set out for the waterpark.  We played the
usual games in the pool, and rode the rides-at least the ones I could get
her on.  I seems she had never before climbed stairs, so I had to coax her
slowly to climb up.  Every now and then I would get flashes of her assets
as she would sit down and her suit would just sag.  We got closer than ever
before that day, since it was just me and her.  On the ride back home, with
her sleeping in the seat next to me, I knew that we had something special.

   Chapter 3- the babysitter

   After that weekend, I got to talking with Cristie's mother and convinced
her that I should start being Cris's babysitter.  I said that since I
worked at night it would be perfect, and since I loved her so much, I
couldn't possibly take any money.  This was partially pity on my part,
since I made almost as much as Ann and Joe combined.  Mostly, though, I had
other things in mind.  Against the advice of Joe, she complied, and that
Monday, I was to get a part-time daughter.

   After a very restless sleep, I greeted Cris and her mother at the door
at 8:30 a.m.  Cris was still half-asleep and in the tights and shirt she
wore to bed, and accompanied by a bag full of clothes.  We just cuddled for
a while, watching cartoons, and I fixed us some breakfast- which was a new
experience for her, since her mother never ate or prepared breakfast (one
of those coffee and cigarette people) I guess the food did her some good,
so she started to perk up and become her usual playful self.  We played
around a while, often wrestling and tickling each other.

   In a little while Cris decided she wanted to play a new game.  She
wanted to play "baby"

   She started talking in baby-talk and sucked her thumb and said she
needed a diaper.  I thought, shure, she just wanted for me to pretend to
put one on her.  She began to become more insistent

   so I looked about for something to use.  I tried two different towels,
but one was too big and one was too small, and to top it off, I didn't have
any safety pins.  I settled on a shirt which could be tied on to her over
her pants.  Cristie, however had something else in mind.  With still a bit
of modesty left, she took of her pants and panties behind a bedsheet as I
handed her the shirt.  As she held the shirt over her privates, I laid her
down on the bed and began to tie up the shirt so it could make a makeshift
diaper.  She was satisfied, and she began calling me daddy, and acting even
more like a baby.  She asked me to carry her to a mirror where she could
look at herself.  She asked for her "bottle" which was a plastic bottle of
some kid's drink, and so I gave her a drink.  I started to feel a slight
warm sensation, then Cristie suddenly got off my lap and headed to the
bathroom.  Concerned, I followed her in to find her sitting on the throne,
with the "diaper" thrown on the floor.  Cris looked at me. embarrassed and
said "I peed-it was an accident, I'm sorry- please don't tell my mom." I
looked at her, and with a feeling of excitement rising in me, I told her
that what happened at this house was between Cris and me and no one else.
She would soon learn how much I loved seeing girls pee.

   Things went pretty normal the rest of that day.  Nothing more was said
about the baby incident.  I did notice that she would often call me daddy
even though we were not playing.  Joe came to pick her up at six that
night, and since I did not have to work that night, I had all night to mull
over what had transpired and how much trouble I could be in.

   Well the next day, Cris came over at 7:30 again as if nothing happened.
We went though the usual morning routine until she perked up.  We did the
usual wrestling and tickling and this time, jumping on the bed.  She got
hot, so I suggested she take her pants and shirt off, and she complied,
wearing only her panties with the everpresent hole.  We jumped around (with
me on my knees) and we wrestled some more, with more tickling.  I noticed a
fresh wet spot on her panties just as she lost interest and put her pants
back on, looking embarrassed.  She said she had to use the bathroom, and
she wanted me to come with her.  I guess she didn't want to be left alone.
I sat on the rim of the tub as she casually peed in the toilet I started to
leave as she was finishing, but she stopped me, yelling "not yet" as she
dribbled her last drop and stood to wipe herself.  "Ok, now I'm done." she
said and we left.  I had to fight myself from getting a hard-on, as I was
just wearing some loose shorts with no underwear- it would be too obvious.
We went to "her room" which I converted to an extra bedroom with a few
games, and some extra clothes I bought for her.  We played monopoly for a
while, with her taking an occasional peek up my shorts which were specially
picked out for their exposing nature.

   Losing interest in that, we decided to go to the park.  We went to one
with lots of wood playsets and no one around.  As luck would have it, no
restrooms.  We played a while, until Cris announced that she had to poop.
Well I had come prepared for this possibility as I brought along a supply
of toilet paper.  We were in one enclosed playset when I suggested that she
should just go right there.  Well, going outside was something completely
foreign to her, so she was apprehensive.  I had to pee as well, so I asked
her if I peed there would she?  She thought about it and thought that it
would be alright.  A little nervous myself, I did as nature instructed
trying to hide myself somewhat from her eyes.  A little exited by this, and
nervous, Cris pulled her pants down and took a massive dump, hosing it down
with pee.  I handed her the toilet paper, and looking ashamed, she took it
and hastily wiped herself.  I said that's no way to do it, and asked her if
I could do it for her.  She hesitated, but gave in, so I asked her to bend
over and to spread her legs a little as I gently rubbed her cute little
rear clean.  I felt her relax as I took my time, making sure it was clean
enough.  I stopped, only to be told to do it a little more.  I could of
sworn I heard her moan, or maybe it was me.

   We had to go back home shortly after that because I had to go to work.

   Chapter 4- the rising action (pun intended)

   The next day started out the same.  We decided to go swimming for
awhile. The usual frolicking at the pool went on, and she openly called me
daddy in front of the other people in the pool.  We left after a few hours,
and walked home with her on my shoulders.  We hung out outside for a few
minutes when I noticed Cris was getting antsy, jumping from foot to foot.
She suddenly squatted down and watered my lawn, right through her bathing
suit.  I joked with her about "springing a leek" and we headed back inside
so she could change.  As we got inside, she asked if I could change her, as
she switched into baby talk.  Not wanting to disappoint her, I picked her
up and took her into "her" room and laid her on the floor, not wanting to
get the bed wet.  I slowly got her top off, wanting to save the best for
the last.  She offered no resistance at all, just lied there like a 6 month
old instead of a 6 year old.  I looked at her face for a sign of her mind
changing as I was rubbing her chest, working my way down to her bottoms. 
Finding no signs, only preoccupation, I delicately slipped her bikini
bottom off, finally gazing head on into a perfect mound.  My pulse at this
point was at least 150 and I felt a queasiness overcome me.  I continued
rubbing her all over, first on her chest, then her stomach, dipping down to
her legs, then thighs.  I spread her legs apart a bit to get a better view-
and what a view it was.  Her little pink clit was poking out of her lips
which were covered with a fine down of nearly invisible hairs.  My hand
couldn't resist it anymore, and it made its way home, and began to massage
her most personal area, first lightly, tickling her just a bit.  This lead
in a spiraling circle downward into the heart of the storm- so to speak-
until my finger was rubbing up and down her slit, with my thumb on her
hardening clit.  I could swear my hand felt like it was on fire, with the
heat, but that couldn't stop me.

   Finally, with my brain finally catching up with my dick-and hers
catching up with her dampening pussy, we stopped and I began to dress her.
Not a word was spoken for an hour after since we were both so confused and
a little frightened about what happened.  I think we both knew things were
going to be different between us.

   By the next day, Cris didn't even bother knocking when she came to my
house.  Her mother had stopped coming with her to my house a week before,
just sending her up the street to my house.  Not expecting her to just walk
in, I was still in bed and as I always am when I sleep, nude.  She came
right into my room and woke me up.  Having only a thin sheet to cover me, I
was somewhat embarrassed.  She said she wanted to lie down with me.  I
cautioned her that I wasn't wearing anything and that she should let me put
something on.  This peaked her interest, and she said she didn't mind and
she sat down on the bed so I thought "what the hell" and just rolled over
and tried to go back to sleep.  She wouldn't have any of that.  She began
rubbing my back saying "Ok, time for a back rub!" Well, I am always in the
mood for a back rub and began to enjoy it.  She worked her hands lower and
lower, slowly and lowering the sheet as she went.  I suggested that she
walk on my back to give a better massage.  She loved the idea and quickly
got on my back and struggled to keep from falling off.  Her feet moved up
and down, and twisted around- God, this felt good.  She worked her way
down, and finally kicked the sheet totally off saying " that's better, now
I can give you a better massage." Her feet then worked their way down to my
ass, which really felt good.  I could hear her breathing become faster and
feel her foot slow down and become more exploring.

   Suddenly she stopped, and stated "now it's time to tickle!" and she set
out to try to tickle me.  Well I am not real ticklish, so she had to work
at it.  I would give her hints, like "lower" or "not there" She found the
area by my kidneys and sought more areas until she arrived at my rear.  She
ticked all around it probing deeper and struck gold (well, not kind you are
thinking, that will come later) As she tickled inside my but crack and
worked slowly toward my balls, I was writhing in a laughing extasy.  Before
I had too much, I decided to retaliate and begin punishment.  I reached
back and got a hold on her and started tickling her.  "Are you ticklish
there?" I would ask, " or there?" and I would tickle her all over sending
her into histeria.  She was laughing too hard to notice my state of undress
(or hardness for that matter).  I worked my hand down to her butt and mound
to tickle her in her most ticklish spot saying "since you tickled me there,
it is my turn to tickle you!" She screamed "No!  Stop!  I won't tickle you
any more!"

   "It's no use!" I countered, as I gave her what she asked for.  A yellow
spot appeared on her shorts, which exited me even more.

   "I'm going to pee!" She pleaded, laughing hysterically.  I pulled her on
top of my stomach as I was sitting up in the bed and continued my torture.
I heard a hiss, and the much anticipated warmth spread down my body. 
Getting what I wanted, I stopped, and held her against me We just sat that
way for five minutes or so, not saying anything.  She looked into my eyes
with a look of shame and said "I wet my pants"

   "That's ok, baby, daddy will clean you up" I said, and I carried her to
the bathroom.  I peeled her pee-soaked clothes off, the scent triggering
even more of a hard-on.  She noticed it for the first time and looked
wide-eyed at my erection.

   "What is that?" she inquired.  Apparently she never saw a penis before.
Her eyes were locked in fascination at my member as I explained simply:

   "It's just my penis.  That is what a boy uses to pee with"

   Not satisfied, she asked for more details "But how come it is so big
now, it was never that big before"

   "Well, sometimes it gets big when I get excited or when I feel real
good."

   She seemed to consider this a minute and asked if she was making me
excited.  I said she was indeed. She wanted to know why (of course).  So I
said it was because having a girl pee on me excited me and especially
seeing a girl with no cloths on.  She accepted this, and asked no more
questions as I asked her to get in the shower to get washed up.

   "Will you come in with me?" she asked anticipatingly.  I reluctantly
(yeah right) complied and together we went in the shower taking turns
soaping each other up.  I would love to say that we had a hot, sensual
shower scene that day, but it was all rather innocent.  We just finished
our shower, dried off, and went about our usual morning routine.  Of course
neither one of us bothered to get dressed until well into the afternoon
when we decided to go swimming.

   End of Part I (part II cumming-I mean coming shortly)

   No Spam Dave- "spam is best left in the can, left to rot on a shelf in
the closet, where it belongs."