On the way to the hospital to pick up my wife I drove past the address my ISP search had listed for the twenty-two year old woman who's two daughters were `good little cumsluts'. With the exception of people and cars, Seventeenth Street looked exactly like it had in the aerial photo I'd seen online... As I drove past number 619 (the street number the ISP search had produced) I was surprised to see that there was a woman (who looked to be early twenties) sitting on the front porch with two girls: one of whom looked a bit younger than Kelly; the other looked a little older. The truly amazing part was that it looked like all three of them were smoking! "Couldn't be;" my eyes must have been playing tricks on me, "I should get my eyes examined," I thought as I turned the corner onto Sedgwick Avenue.

***

Shortly after bringing my wife home from the hospital, I wandered into the study to check to see if there were any work related messages and/or emails I needed to deal with.

The sound of a private message on my computer seemed to reiterate my need to keep on top of things. I sat down to see who had sent me a message: it was the woman with the two daughters who she called "good little cumsluts." As a message from her it was decidedly tame and short: "do you shoot in her panties in the morning too?" I honestly replied to her that "usually I don't since my wife is home in the morning" then went on to tell her about how my wife had ended up having to spend the night in the hospital and how Kelly had spent the night in bed with me...and how I had the tip of my dick nuzzled in between her little six-year-old pussy lips the entire night...and how I had shot several loads of cum into her pussy...and how it drained out of her and completely soaked her little-girl panties...

Another message from the woman "Is your dick inside her panties now?"

I replied "no: she went to a princess tea party with one of her friends." Expecting the woman to ask me what a `princess tea party' was I sent another message in quick succession, "a little girl tea party where all the girls dress as their favorite Diznee princesses"

The woman's next message surprised me a bit: "Know what they are: she wear panties under her princess costume?"

I answered, "Not today: her friend's older sister told her princesses never have pantie-lines; so they don't wear panties..."

"Too bad she doesn't have any of your cum with her for the party" her comment made me chuckle.

"Actually she does," I replied, "in her shoes"

"In her shoes: how? why? what kind of shoes?" she asked. This was gonna be a tough question to answer.

I began honestly explaining, "she scooped the cum out of her panties and put it into her shoes because she said she likes how it feels," I hit SEND before realizing I had missed the last part of the woman's question.

"Her idea: that's good...what kind of shoes?" almost immediately appeared on my screen.

"black patent leather dress shoes: I was surprised when she showed me that she had done it" I quickly typed out.

"Heel y/n"

I paused for a moment before typing, "about a half inch: they're little-girl dress shoes...so the sole is like a man's dress shoe" in reply. I was about to hit SEND when the doorbell rang making me nearly jump out of my skin. I quickly typed "gotta go" then hit SEND, before getting up and practically running to the front door.

When I opened the door I nearly had a heart attack, "Mister Johnson?" one of the two uniformed police officers spoke.

"Ahh, yes," I replied through a nervous pant. I took a breath before asking, "Is there something wrong officer?"

"Are you alright sir?" the other police officer asked.

"I'm...yea. I was in the middle of an email for work when the doorbell rang...it startled me," I attempted to explain my breathless state.

Both officers half-smiled before one of them said, "We went to the hospital to take Shannon Johnson's statement about the incident last night at the Angry Irishman, but she had been signed out by her husband..."

I paused for a second before what they were talking about it me, "Oh, the bottle to the head..." I took another breath before asking the police officers to come in and guiding them into the living room.

***

I sat next to my wife on the sofa while she recounted the events that led up to her getting hit with the bottle the previous night. Listening to what my wife was saying, while the officers took notes, I began to realize that there was a hell of a lot more going on at the Angry Irishman than people drinking alcohol: women with lots of make-up wearing minimal clothing and extremely high heeled shoes, appearing and disappearing with multiple men multiple times per night; people trading wads of cash with a guy who sat in a corner all night long every night; a guy selling jewelry out of his jacket...

I was dumbfounded: how could so much suspicious activity have been going on in one place? And, perhaps more importantly, why hadn't my wife mentioned any of it to me?

After my wife stopped speaking, one of the officers said, "Thank you ma'am, we'll be in touch if we have any more questions."

When the officers were headed to the door something I had seen numerous times on various TV cop shows hit me. "Uhm, officers my wife is supposed to be a contestant in a bartending competition in Florida next weekend..." I took a breath before asking, "Can she still go, or does she have to remain here?"

The officers looked at each other before one of them said, "She's isn't a person of interest, and so long as she will be back in the area when it comes time to testify in court about the fight that resulted in her injury that won't be a problem."

As I was closing the door behind the two police officers I overheard one of them speaking into their radio, "It's been confirmed: shut down the Angry Irishman..."

"I don't think your job exists anymore," I commented to my wife once the door was fully closed.

"I know," she flatly replied, "but it doesn't matter..." she trailed off.

I shuddered at the thought of my wife being at home all the time. It wasn't because of what I was doing with (or perhaps more appropriately, to) her six-year-old daughter. No, what worried me was the fact the Shannon really is a people person: I knew she'd loose her mind if she didn't have people to talk to. "So what are..." I began to ask, trailing off when I wasn't sure how to word the rest of the question.

"Remember the bald guy with the white beard I told you about," she paused, clearly expecting a reply from me. I thought for a few seconds but didn't remember my wife mentioning a bald guy with a white beard. Just before I opened my mouth, Shannon continued speaking, "You remember: the guy who gave me the hundred dollar tip..." I instantly remembered hearing about that and nodded my head. "Well on Thursday he offered me a job bartending at this private club he owns..."

"So then I guess you'll be..." I once again wasn't sure how to finish asking my question...or was it going to be a statement?

"Yea... From some of the brands he mentioned I'll probably make a lot more money there..."

"Can't complain about that..." I commented.

"Nope," Shannon chuckled

***

For three whole days my wife was at home before starting her new job at the private club. Nice as it was getting to go to bed with (or more precisely, at the same time as) my beautiful bride, I was getting horny as hell from not getting to shoot my cum into my six-year-old step-daughter's little panties each night for those three days. Worse still my wife noticed my increased horniness. Thankfully, though, she bought my somewhat, though not completely, truthful explanation: her constant physical presence. Like most of her male customers I was immensely turned on the pair of magnificent breasts she so spectacularly shows off with the scooped neck tops she always wears, add to that her long legs with all the right curves in all the right places and her nice round ass beginning so deliciously cradled in the short-shorts she never seemed to be without...

Despite sex with Shannon every night when we went to bed, my loins were aching for that special way that Kelly gleefully took and accepted all of the hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, adult cum I had to offer.

***

Then on Wednesday, my wife went to her first evening of work slinging drinks at the private club. Little more than a second after the door had closed behind my wife I was silently saying "thank you god."

Little more than ten minutes later, Kelly startled me by asking, "Daddy, can I tell you a story tonight?" in an incredibly eager, yet innocent sounding voice.

"Sure honey. I can..." it hit me that my six-year-old step-daughter had asked if she could tell me a story, "Wa...did you just say you wanted to tell me a story?" I asked.

"Unh-huh," she said, gently nodding her head.

"Uhm, okay," I replied pushing my desk chair back a little.

Kelly surprised me by not climbing up onto my lap. "So Daddy, my story is about four princesses..." she trailed off. `SHIT' was all I could think, she must have told Tina, Jenny, and Lisa about our bedtime stories. I tried to hide my disappointment, anger, fear... (not really sure what the emotion I was feeling was), Kelly saw through me, "What's wrong Daddy?" she asked.

"Nothing," I lied, "I just kinda figured you'd sit on my lap while you told me the story," I made up an excuse.

"Oh, okay Daddy," she gleefully replied as she climbed onto my lap.

There was an awkward moment of silence before I spoke up, "So you said your story was about four princesses?"

"Yeah," she began speaking as she wiggled her butt around on my lap. "...Four real princesses*; who don't have panty-lines or wear socks. One day the four princesses where sitting at a table drinking tea. All four princesses kicked off their shoes under the table and began rubbing their right feet against the lower legs of the princesses sitting next to them. Princess Lisa asked why Princess Tina's foot felt damp; Princess Tina looked at her funny, then Princess Jenny explained that when girls don't wear socks their feet get that that way... All the princesses liked how it felt so they continued rubbing their feet on each other's legs."

"Wow," I commented.

Kelly smiled at me, reached down and undid my pants. She reached in and pulled out my dick as she continued speaking, "Princess Lisa moved her foot up above Princess Kelly's knee and began rubbing her upper leg," she took my hand and put it on her thigh. Once my fingers were wrapped around my step-daughter's slender six-year-old thigh, she moved her hands back to my dick which she began to gently stroke, before she continued her story. "Princess Kelly liked how it felt so she moved her foot above Princess Jenny's knee... After a little bit, all four princesses were rubbing their feet on the upper legs of the other princesses."

I smiled at my step-daughter, and asked, "Then what happened?"

"Princess Kelly got an idea," she beamed at me as she continued stroking my dick with her small six-year-old hands. "Princess Kelly moved her left leg out to the side and moved Princess Lisa's foot in between her legs... It felt real good when Princess Lisa's foot was rubbing the inside of Princess Kelly's upper leg," she told me with a grin.

I was pretty sure where my step-daughter was going with this and eased my hand to the inside of her young thigh, and began to gently move my hand up-and-down along the length of her thigh. "Sort of like this?" I asked.

"Yeah, a lot like that," Kelly replied, "So Princess Lisa wondered why Princess Kelly had moved her foot and tried it herself. She like how it felt having Princess Tina's foot rubbing the inside of her upper leg. Princess Tina moved Princess Jenny's foot and Princess Jenny moved Princess Kelly's foot..."

"So all four princesses were rubbing their feet on the inside of each other's upper legs?" I asked feigning innocence.

"Yeah, they really liked how it felt..." Kelly beamed at me.

"I bet they did," I teasingly commented.

"Yeah, they did," Kelly said with a giggle. "But Princess Kelly wanted more. She moved Princess Lisa's foot up to where her legs meet..."

"You mean here?" I asked as I moved my hand to my six-year-old step-daughter's pre-pubescent crotch.

"Yup," Kelly definitively stated, "And it Princess Kelly really liked how it felt having Princess Lisa's toes wiggling around on her slit..." She paused for a second taking a breath before continuing, "So Princess Kelly said `ou...that's nice' and Princess Lisa figured Princess Kelly liked how it felt having her toes rubbing against her...uhm..." Kelly trailed off.

"Her pussy?" I offered my six-year-old step-daughter the word I thought she was looking for.

"That's right Daddy, Princess Kelly's pussy," she beamed, before continuing, "Soon all four princesses had moved each other's feet to their pussies. They all liked how it felt having their pussies rubbed by each other's feet..."

"I bet they did," I interrupted half patronizing my step-daughter.

Kelly grinned at me before continuing her story, "then both Princess Jenny and Princess Lisa surprised Princess Kelly at the same time," she beamed before asking, "Wanna know haw, Daddy?"

"Sure honey: tell me," I replied

Kelly giggled before saying, "Well, Princess Jenny grabbed Princess Kelly's ankle and shoved it up between her legs really hard...so hard Princess Kelly's toes went into Princess Jenny's pussy." My mouth fell open in disbelief at what my six-year-old step-daughter had just told me. Before I could make a single word come out of my mouth, she continued speaking, "At the same time Princess Lisa began wiggling her toes up-and-down." Pausing, she took a breath, looked down at her bare feet and added, "Like this Daddy," as she began clenching and un-clenching her toes.

"So," was the only word I seemed capable of forming.

"So?" Kelly seemed puzzled by my comment, "So it felt really good for Princess Kelly having Princess Lisa's toes moving around against her pussy... So she tried wiggling her toes the same way..." she told me through a wide grin.

Finally having managed to compose myself, I commented, "But Princess Kelly's toes were inside Princess Jenny's pussy..." I trailed off.

"Unh-huh," my step-daughter replied, "Princess Jenny said `oh wow,' and both Princess Tina and Princess Lisa looked under the table. Once they knew where Princess Kelly's toes were and that she was wiggling her toes they copied her. All four princesses really liked how good it felt, and they kept pushing each other's toes into their pussies harder and harder and wiggling their ties faster and faster..."

"Sounds like the four princesses enjoyed it," I commented.

"They did, but it got better," Kelly beamed proudly, "After a while they all started breathing heavy...and sweating...and making these little squeaking sounds...and Princess Kelly could feel the inside of Princess Jenny's pussy getting warmer and moister...and Princess Kelly felt this weird goodness move out from her pussy all through her body..." There was a look of pure bliss on my step-daughter's six-year-old face as she said those words.

At that moment I my butt cheeks tightened under me. "Gonna shoot," I groaned out a warning to my six-year-old step-daughter. She continued moving her small hands up-and-down the length of my adult dick. My balls drew up and an instant later I could feel the cum surging up the little tube on the underside of my shaft.

The first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, adult cum spewed out of the little hole on the end of my dick. It shot up into the air: high up...higher than I had ever shot a spurt of cum in my entire life...so high that it may actually have made it above the top of my head. It arced down onto the top of Kelly's head, splattering into her hair. She began giggling and stroking my dick faster. With her hands moving up-and-down on my dick, I unable to adjust my aim at all: and like the first, the second spurt of cum shot high up into the air, not quite as high as the first, bust still high enough to land on top of Kelly's head. The third, fourth, and fifth spurts shot out of my dick arcing high up into the air, and landing in my six-year-old step-daughter's hair. The sixth spurt of my cum erupted with less force than those before it...splattering on her young chin. There was one final spurt of cum: it oozed out of the little hole on the end of my dick, slowly descending down onto my step-daughter's small hands...

Kelly was still moving her small six-year-old little-girl hands up-and-down the length of my dick as she gleefully commented, "Wow, that was like a fountain, Daddy,"

"Yeah..." I panted. I gasped for breath a few times before speaking, "So...are you...gonna tell me...the rest...of your...story?"

Kelly gave me a funny look, before saying, "You mean about the four real princesses?"

"Yes...honey," I was still panting.

"Ah, okay Daddy," Kelly said, "So after a while the four princesses were all sweaty and out of breath...kinda like you are now..."

"Feelings of goodness moving through your body can do that," I half explained. Glancing down I was surprised to see that my dick was still mostly hard.

Kelly smiled and continued telling me her story, "After the four princesses moved their feet from each other`s pussies, when they were about to put their shoes back; on Princess Lisa said that her toes that had been inside Princess Kelly's pussy were all slimy. The other three princesses looked under the table: the toes of all four princesses' right feet were coated in a clear slimy liquid! Princess Kelly suggested that `the insides of their crotches must be like that'; and Princess Jenny said `that it was true'."

"So all four princesses had clear slimy stuff on their toes?" I pondered aloud.

"Unh-huh," Kelly said before continuing her story, "Even Princess Kelly's, which was weird: `cause the Toes on Princess Kelly's left foot, the one that hadn't been in any of the other princesses' pussies, had this white glaze on them," she stopped moving her small six-year-old hands up-and-down the length of my adult dick and gave it a squeeze.

There was a brief moment of silence before my step-daughter started moving her hands up-and-down on my dick again. A few seconds later I proposed, "The white glaze must have been what you had scooped out of your panties into your shoes..."

After a few seconds of silences Kelly asked, "Then why wasn't there any on my right toes?"

"Maybe you didn't put any into your right shoe," I offered a possible explanation.

"Unt-unh Daddy: I put it in both shoes," she replied, "I showed you: remember?"

"Yeah...hmm," I paused for a second before I realized, "It went into Jen..."

"You mean `Princess Jenny'," Kelly corrected me, relative to her story.

"Ah, yea. It went into Princess Jenny's pussy..." I said as I felt my butt cheeks tighten under me for a second time in little more than three minutes, "...and stayed there." My balls drew up and an instant later I could feel the cum rushing up the little tube on the underside of my shaft.

A fraction of a second later hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, adult cum oozed out of the little hole on the end of my dick in a nearly constant stream. It ran down over my step-daughter's small six-year-old little-girl fingers as she continued stroking my erect adult dick. Wow did it feel weird, in a very good way, to be having a spurt-less orgasm... I couldn't help but wonder why this orgasm was so different from every other one I'd ever had in my life...perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Kelly had just told me she had unknowingly and secretly inserted my thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, adult cum into the pussy of a nine-year-old girl...

"So then your stuff is in Jenny's pussy?" Kelly asked innocently, as my second orgasm of the day began to die down.

I took a deep breath before saying, "Can't imagine what else could have happened to it..."

"Oh that's great," Kelly said, as my dick began to deflate. She let go of it and moved her cum glazed hands up to her mouth; then promptly licked all the hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, adult cum off of her fingers and hopped off my lap. "Should I tell Jenny about it?"

"No," I firmly replied.

"Okay Daddy," she responded.

I silently thanked god she didn't asked why she shouldn't tell her nine-year-old friend about accidentally and secretly inseminating her, before suggesting, "Honey, you better take a bath to get the stuff out of your hair..."

"Well..." Kelly paused, "...do I have to?" she asked in a disappointed tone.

"If you don't the stuff in your hair might start to dry-out and get all stiff..." I explained.

"Oh, okay Daddy," Kelly said before bounding off, towards the bathroom

* author's note: when the character, Kelly say "real princesses" she means they are real in the sense that they are not cartoon characters; not in the sense that they are people who have the (legal) title of "princess"