• Bethany and Amanda ....
• The Part Time Daddy ....

I try to get out as much as possible during this month, to enjoy as much as summer has to offer. Namely, little girls. I live in a mobile home park, not my idea of fancy living, but it is full of kids. My favorite place to hang out is the swimming pool. I always make sure to bring along goggles, floats, extra soda, etc., to share with my little friends. I have even learned to make small talk in Spanish with the cute little mexicana children that make up most of the population in the pool. Typically, the parents let the kids fend for themselves and spend very little, if any, with their kids. This means that they are in constant need of attention. Of course, I am always willing to oblige.

Being in a pool is a great place to get a way with physical contact that would usually be suspect. Where else could you get kids to sit on your shoulders, sit on floats with you, get to grab crotches as you toss kids in the pool, get to grab crotches when you play tag, get to grab crotches when you help "support" them when they try to swim- well, you get the picture.

I had only lived in this park for a month, so I was still checking out the resources. I was swimming in the pool, playing around with some of the kids I had just met. An overweight man came in with about 5 kids. Hmm.. I thought, some possibilities there. I went about my play, the newcomers forgotten for the time being. It wasn't five minutes later when two of the girls became involved in our play. Pretty soon the became the center of my attention as they practically demanded it. They were both quite cute, with shoulder length hair, the younger one with brown hair, the other with blonde. They both had brown eyes, which constantly stayed on me.

Our play soon turned to tossing the kids in the pool, which consisted of me going under water, grabbing a butt and heaving them as high as I could into the pool. The kids always lasted longer than me. Well, these two new girls couldn't get enough of course, and continued to cling to me. They told me they were sisters, the youngest one is named Amanda, who is 5 and the older one is Bethany, who is 7. Their older sister, Kathy, was 10 and was also in the pool, but was not too interested in our play. Bethany talked with a slight speech impairment, which she attributed not to shyly to thumb sucking. My, are these two talkers. Amanda was immediately in my arms and clung to me as if we had always know each other. Once I heard Kathy tell her that she shouldn't talk to strangers, but Amanda just ignored her. Well, time is always too short, and they soon had to go.

I discovered they lived on the next street from me, so I always made a habit of passing their house on the way to the mailbox or to the pool. I would occasionally see them at the pool, but only if they went with the same friend who was with them the first time I met them. More and more, I would see them on the street in front of their house, and would often talk with them, or give them shoulder rides.

On one particularly bad day I was having, concerning a woman (yes, I do like women too, especially if they had kids like this one did) I was out for a stroll, practically in tears, when I came across Bethany. She was a very affectionate girl, and ran to me all hugs. She did her best to cheer me up, and went for a walk with me. She told me she wanted to see where I lived, so I took her. I fixed her a Coke and we sat in the living room, with her on my lap and talked for a bit. She told me some more about her family, about how her mother doesn't work, how she is getting married soon, and how she will be getting those spiked braces that are supposed to prevent thumb sucking. Unashamed, she also stated that she wet the bed, which got me a little exited. I just held her, and told her that it was all right, that lots of kids did that her age. I felt suddenly bonded to her, as if she just told me her darkest secret. She wanted to see my computer, so our short intimacy ended as I showed her how to play some various games on the PC and how to paint using a mouse. After 10 minutes or so, she said she needed to go home, so we kissed and said our goodbyes.

Another week went by. We would often see each other on the street corner, but our encounters were always too short. I was sleeping soundly, as I worked the swing shift and never woke up before 11 or so. A pounding at my door practically made my jump out of bed. I looked at the clock, it was 8 a.m. Damn, I thought, who in the hell could that be? I grabbed the closest pair of shorts and quickly pulling them on (you get quick at this when you always sleep in the nude) and rushed to the door. What a surprise I had when I opened the door, and looked down, to see Bethany.

" Well hello," I said, "come on in." We embraced, and I led her in, and sat her down on my lap on the lounge chair. I turned on some cartoons for her, and we sat and talked a while. Out of curiosity, and because I smelled just a hint of pee, I asked her if she had wet the bed that night. She said she did. Apparently her bed consisted of a mattress that was laid out in the living room when it was time to sleep. I wondered what she slept in, if she slept in anything.

She was wearing a knee length denim dress, which seemed a little strange to be wearing in summer, like it was the only clean thing she had left. At least her legs were bare, as I rubbed them gently as we sat. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door, and my heart suddenly pumped faster.

Another surprise, as I opened the door. It was Amanda. This is getting interesting, I thought. She was wearing a one piece bathing suit with a denim mini-skirt. She brought over a crossword puzzle book, some candy, and a picture of her and Amanda, which I still treasure 2 years later. In this picture, Amanda had on an eye patch, a treatment of lazy eye, which she never let anyone else see. Like Bethany's admission, this too touched me.

They were both hungry, so I fixed them some waffles. We just sat at the table and ate just like a family. I finished first and went in the living room to lay on the couch- I was still not quite awake. Amanda finished up and interrupted my solitude. We rough housed around a bit, and she plopped herself down on my stomach. I began to tickle her, with her still on top of me. She moved forward, toward my face. Giggling, she stated that she was going to fart in my face. And that she did, as she sat herself down right on top of my face. I tried to tickle her with my nose rubbing right into her crack, and she responded with pressing her butt into me even harder, and letting loose a very loud fart. I ticked some more, and she got off, satisfied. Our eyes locked for a minute, and something unspoken passed between us.

By this time Bethany had finished too, and we all moved to the lounge chair. Just before, Amanda had shed her mini-skirt, saying she was hot. There we sat, with Amanda sitting on my lap on the left and Bethany on the right. I had both hands busy caressing them on the legs and on the stomach, giving an occasional peck on the cheek. We just sat there for a while, not saying much, nor needing to.

I felt a small hand on mine, it was Amanda's. She guided my hand over to her crotch. I hesitated for a minute, feeling a rush of adrenaline and feeling a stir in my own crotch. We locked eyes for just a second, but it was enough. I casually caressed her perfectly rounded mons, just as I was her leg before. She giggled a little and I could of sword I heard a little moan as she once again took my hand, this time pressing it down, forcing my hand deeper in her mound. My cock was growing slowly- I was still holding back. Her attentions shifted to my emerging dilemma. She seemed curious as she reached down to feel, caressing it as I was caressing her. My initial reluctance was starting to subside as I was relaxing and letting myself be at the mercy of the situation. The girls were laughing to each other about the curious site of the tent forming in my pants. They asked how come it was getting bigger, and I told them it was because I was feeling so good right now, that they were making me feel wonderful. My rubbing increased, and I started to slip my finger in under Amanda's bathing suit. I was trying to make it like it was an accident, like my fingers were slipping. I got no resistance, so I slipped farther. I guess Bethany was starting to feel neglected, because she pulled my right hand into her own crotch. Her's was protected only by thin cotton panties, so it was even easier for my fingers to do their work. I felt moisture starting to seep out of their most sacred parts, as I slid my fingers up and down their slits and in circles around their little clits. They told me how good it felt and occasionally exchanged glances and giggles.

Bethany was the first to ask: "What does your thing look like?" Bethany chimed in with, "Yeah, we want to see it" I didn't want to interrupt my massage treatment so I simply suggested that they take it out themselves. Amanda was first again and pulled my pants aside and took out my now rock hard hard-on. She giggled and pointed out that I wasn't wearing any underwear. I told her how I always sleep naked and had to throw these on when Bethany came knocking. Both girls just gawked at my dick, not knowing quite what to do with it.....(cont)

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......(cont)

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