I was writing a private message to the experienced perv from the next county, whom I had met in person a while back, "...school year is ending soon: you plan on shooting in your seven-year-old daughter's panties during the summer too?"

"she's gonna wear them still wet with my seed every morning she's living in my house..." he replied.

After reading that I paused for a moment in thought before replying, "if her panties are still wet when she put them on couldn't she get pregnant" I hit "SEND"

His response, "You're gonna have the same problem with your step-daughter. I was planning to get my daughter on the pill when she turns eleven."

"I figured on doing the same" I messaged him back. A millisecond after I hit "SEND" my six-year-old step-daughter walked into the study wearing her bathing suit: drawing my attention away from the computer screen. Now I was positive that I had heard the water draining out of the tub nearly an hour earlier; and yet, she was still wet, not damp, but wet...how could that be?

"Kelly, honey, why are you still wet? And why are you wearing your bathing suit" I asked.

Kelly began to speak, "No clean panties..." but she was cut off by the private messenger on the computer.

Upon hearing that sound, Kelly not only stopped answering my questions, but jumped onto my lap. She seemed to look over the text on the screen before she began reading aloud, "Off ta ta... Daddy, what's this word?"

I looked at the computer screen where Kelly was pointing, "Topic" I said, before asking "But first Kelly, why are you still wet?"

She turned around on my lap and ran her fingers through her decidedly damp hair. "I got dry with the towel..." she trailed off, before asking, "Why am I wet Daddy?"

"What did you do after you dried off?" I asked.

"I went to my bedroom, couldn't find any panties..." Kelly trailed off.

"No, that couldn't be it. What did you do after that?" I asked.

"Well, my slot felt itchy; so I rubbed it for a while. Then, after I felt good I put my bathing suit on, `cause I didn't have any panties..." my step-daughter trailed off again.

"Your slot felt itchy," I pondered aloud. I tapped my finger against my step-daughter's bathing suit clad six-year-old crotch, "Slot here, felt itchy?" I questioned.

"Unh-huh, Daddy," Kelly replied innocently.

Smiling, I began explaining, "Well; then that is why you are wet."

"Why Daddy?" she asked inquisitively.

Another private message: "Still there?"

I typed a reply as quickly as I could, "Y: step-daughter is telling me about how she just got herself off," as I answered my step-daughter's question, "girls get sweaty when they make themselves feel good by rubbing their..." I trailed off mot sure what word to use to describe Kelly's pussy.

The message read, "Type what she tells you...please!!!"

"But I rub my slot until I feel good all the time, and I was never wet before," Kelly commented. I did my best to type what she was saying and hit "SEND" before I replied to her.

"Really, honey? When have you done it in the past?" I asked; typing my the question I had just asked my step-daughter into the private messenger and hitting "SEND".

Kelly paused for a second before saying, "Every night: after you shoot in my panties and I go to bed, I rub my slot `til I feel good. I haven't been all wet...not even once..." she definitively declared; while I was, at the same, typing every word she said into the private messenger and once again hitting "SEND"

"You probably did get sweaty then too, but didn't notice because you were in bed," I offered an explanation; again, sending it to my friend via the private messenger on the computer.

I read the message from my friend out loud to Kelly, "Sheets and pillow would have absorbed the moisture."

Kelly turned back towards the computer screen and typed "O, Y sheets and pillow not wet in morning?" pushing one key at a time with her index fingers. I quickly added "message from my step-daughter" before hitting "SEND"

A few seconds passed before another message, "Nice to meet you: always good to talk to a girl who likes to feel good. Pillows and sheets are like towels: a few hours after they absorb moisture they dry out," I read aloud to my six-year-old step-daughter.

"So why did Mommy always get mad when I peed in the bed?" Kelly half asked, half commented. I quickly typed her question / comment and hit "SEND."

Once I sent that message I began explaining, "because when you pee it's a lot of liquid in a very small area," typing as I spoke and hitting "SEND".

"Plus sheets can only absorb so much liquid: most of what comes out when you pee goes through the sheets into the mattress. And mattresses take a lot longer to dry," I read aloud.

"Oh." Kelly exclaimed; suddenly understanding the difference between peeing in bed and being sweaty in bed. As usual (whenever she learns something new) she began wiggling her body around (a victory dance of sorts).

"Kelly, honey, Daddy is gonna shoot his stuff in his pants if you don't stop wiggling around," I said, still typing our conversation into the private messenger and hitting "SEND"

In a flash Kelly unzipped my fly, 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 bathing suit down as much as I could...not quite far enough for me to get my dick in. She slouched forward a bit, providing me some slack in the tight fabric of her one-piece bathing suit. I now had just enough room to slip the head of my engorged member in: between the smooth lycra front panel of her little bathing suit and her immature little pubic mound.

Another message appeared on the computer screen, "Turn on microphone and speakers, so you don't have to type." That was a brilliant idea: why hadn't I thought of that?

I quickly clicked in the appropriate places. "Can you hear me?" I asked.

"Sure can" his voice sounded a bit grainy... "Hi Kelly, it's nice to meet you," he added.

"You're my Daddy's friend...who shoots into his daughters' panties, right?" Kelly asked in a voice that sounded so innocent it was practically comical.

"Yes," me friend replied, "Why don't you call me Uncle Willie, like my nieces do," he suggested.

"Okay Uncle Willie," Kelly said with a giggle before asking, "Do you shoot into your nieces' panties too?"

"All the time," he answered, "They like having the inside of their panties wet when they go to school."

Despite not being able to see her face, I was all but certain that my step-daughter smiled at my friend's answer to her question. At the same time she moved her body up until just the tip of my adult dick was against her slit. She moved her hips forward slightly: forcing the head of my dick in between her pre-pubescent six-year-old little-girl pussy lips.

"Kelly, honey, what are you doing?" I asked.

"When you shot in my bathing suit before we went to the waterpark my tummy felt all gooey afterwards..." Kelly trailed off.

"You shot in her bathing suit before going to the waterpark!" my friend exclaimed.

"What's the big deal about that?" Kelly innocently asked.

"The water, Kelly, spread your Daddy's sperm to all the other girls in the pool," he explained.

"Sperm?" she asked in an even more innocent voice.

"It's the white stuff that shoots out of the little hole at the end of Daddy's dick," I quickly explained.

"Oh," Kelly commented.

"Sorry about interrupting, Kelly what were you saying about your Daddy shooting in your bathing suit?" my friend asked.

Trying to remember what she had been saying, Kelly was silent for a second, "It was all gooey against my tummy after; wasn't so nice. But when you shot your sperm in my hole the other night, it made me feel all nice and warm inside," she offered. Less than a millisecond after Kelly finished speaking she began lowering her body: effectively forcing the head of my adult dick into her tight pre-pubescent six-year-old little-girl pussy.

"Kelly, honey, you'll hurt yourself if you put too much of my dick in your hole," I cautioned.

"It feels so nice and big in my hole," Kelly commented.

"Your Daddy is right Kelly: if you put it in too far, it will hurt your insides," my friend backed me up.

"Oh," she pouted.

My step-daughter sounded so disappointed that I actually began contemplating suggesting she could put a little more of my dick into her miniature six-year-old pussy. But, that thought was quickly drowned out by my friend asking, "How long does your Daddy's sperm stay wet before your panties soak it all up?"

Kelly paused for a couple seconds before replying, "Usually the inside of my panties is dry in the morning..." she trailed off, took a breath and continued, "But when Daddy shot in my bathing suit, it stayed wet for hours," there was a hint of pride in her voice, "and the other night when I slept in the big bed with Daddy lots of it poured out of my hole in the morning!"

"The whole night..." me friend said in a disbelieving voice.

"Yeah," I quickly began explaining, "my wife got hurt at work and had to spend the night in the hospital, Kelly spent the whole night in bed with me. The tip of my dick never left her pussy...I shot off...oh, five or six times, through the course of the night."

"Holy shit!" my friend exclaimed, before adding, "language: sorry..."

My friend's cussing seemed to go straight over Kelly's head; as she asked, "You never shot that many times in your daughter or nieces, Uncle Willie?"

"No. I only shoot in their panties before they wake up in the morning," he explained.

"Why not do it while they're awake? They'd like it," Kelly commented.

"Ahh...well, uhm..." my friend stammered, before saying, "They're what you might call blabber-mouths: can't keep a secret at all."

Kelly began to speak, "But..."

I quickly cut her off, "It's kinda like how Mommy thinks you shouldn't wear your bathing suit to bed: some people think girls your age shouldn't have men shoot sperm on them," I explained.

"Well why are we talking about it?" Kelly asked innocently.

"It's okay to talk about stuff like this with people who think there's nothing wrong with it," my friend began, "People like your Daddy and me: we know that there's nothing wrong with a girl having sperm in her panties, just like there's nothing wrong with wearing a bathing suit to bed."

"Oh, okay," Kelly commented; understanding what we meant. Once again, she began doing her little victory dance on my lap.

I felt my butt cheeks tighten signaling the beginning of my orgasm. "Gonna happen soon," I said as my hairy balls drew up under my dick.

"Shoot now, shoot now," Kelly began begging.

"Yeah: do it. Fill your daughter's little pussy with your sperm," my friend cheered me on.

"Here it comes," I managed to groan as the cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my shaft. A fraction of a second later my dick erupted: spewing the first spurt of my hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, adult cum directly into my six-year-old step-daughter's tight little pre-pubescent pussy.

"Oh that's good," my six-year-old step-daughter cooed as she felt the warmth and wetness of my seed in the soft folds of her pre-pubescent six-year-old little-girl pussy.

Just as the second spurt of cum was blasting out of the little hole at the tip of my dick; I reached around Kelly, slipped my right index finger in through the leg hole of her bathing suit, and began rubbing the little nubbin at the top of her miniature slit.

"Don't stop doing that Daddy," my step-daughter practically ordered.

"What's your Daddy doing, Kelly?" my friend asked.

"He's rubbing the bump at the top of my slot...and making me feel good," she cooed.

Shortly after the third spurt of hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, adult cum spewed out of my dick Kelly seemed to slump back into my chest. The insides of her pre-pubescent little-girl pussy seemed to get wetter and warmer, before beginning to ripple around the two or so inches of my dick that was invading her six-year-old pussy. And my god did it feel GOOD: it was almost as though her pussy was sucking on my dick.

When the fourth spurt of cum spewed out of my dick directly into my step-daughter's tight little hole, my dick seemed to slide a full half-inch deeper into her immature pussy.

Two seconds later another spurt shot out of my dick; which slid another small fraction of an inch into Kelly's pre-pubescent six-year-old little-girl pussy. The same thing happened with the next two spurts.

My orgasm died down after the eighth big spurt of cum oozed out of the little hole at the tip of my dick. Even after my dick stopped shooting hot, thick, sticky, creamy-white, sperm-laden, adult cum; I continued rubbing Kelly's pre-pubescent clit.

My six-year-old step-daughter began making little high-pitched whimpering sounds, "Unh... Unh... Unh..." periodically interspersed with the words, "Oh Daddy..." and "Oh yeah..." in a similarly high-pitched tone. At about the same time she started making noises, Kelly's entire body began twitching slightly.

A minute passed and her pre-pubescent little-girl pussy was still hot, wet and rippling around nearly four inches of my mostly hard adult dick.

Fearful that my feet might fall asleep, I shifted the chair slightly. When I did, I happened to glance down. I was amazed by what I saw: my step-daughter's cute little six-year-old toes were not only glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, but were also repeatedly clenching and unclenching. Placing my left hand on Kelly's knee I was shocked by how wet her body had become. I wiped the sweat off on my pants; and returned all of my attention to rubbing her little-girl clit.

I continued rubbing Kelly's immature six-year-old clit for a full ten minutes; only stopping when my fingers began to ache. And, for that entire time, she continued orgasming. I can honestly say I'd never seen or experienced anything like it ever before.

"Wow, Daddy. I've never felt that good before," she panted.

"I'll bet," I replied.

We sat in silence for two minutes before her breathing returned to normal. Once it had my step-daughter said, "Thanks Daddy."

I was about to tell her `it was bedtime' when I felt her hair: it was soaking wet...like she had just gotten out of a shower or pool. "I think you're gonna need to take another bath before going to bed," I commented.

"Why?" she asked.

I chuckled, "Because you are really sweaty, honey."

Hopping off my lap, my step-daughter said, "Okay Daddy." She proceeded to peal the soaking wet bathing suit off her pre-pubescent body and promptly asked, "What am I gonna wear under my nightie? My bathing suit is all wet and I don't have any clean panties," in an exceedingly innocent little-girl voice.

My friend suggested, "You can put the pair of panties you were wearing before your bath back on..."

"But they're dirty," she interrupted.

"Right, right..." I trailed off. I paused for a second in though before offering a solution, "Or you could go without." Kelly looked at me funny: clearly not understanding what I had meant; so I explained, "Not wear anything under..."

"I'll be sleeping like a princess!" Kelly exclaimed, interrupting me, before turning around. As she began skipping off towards the bathroom I watched with a sense of perverse pride as a trail of white goo descended down the inside of her right thigh.

"'Sleeping like a princess': what?" my friend asked over the computer messenger.

"Huh, yeah," I half chuckled, "one of her friends has an older sister who apparently told my step-daughter and a bunch of her friends that `princesses don't wear panties so they won't have pantie-lines in their gowns.' I can't help but think that there's something odd...unusual...unique...peculiar... about that girl..." I trialed off.

"How old is she?" my friend asked.

"The friend's older sister: nine," I said.

"Wow," my friend said. Hearing a noise in the background he added, "I gotta go..."