White Scones and Toddler Sex for Christmas

By J.N. Aitek
Story Codes: Mg* ped scat
Version 4.1

It was Christmas time (Hanukkah time if you're Jewish) and a festive culture filled our society. For one month in the year, cynicism was temporarily extinct, replaced with hope and optimism for the new year. For most people, the race was on to find presents. For me, however, most of the shopping had been done online. White snow filled the roads, and even though crime and war persisted in the world, even the news seemed happier. Perhaps there was a controlled media conspiracy led by Santa Clause to spread Christmas spirit to the kids. I laughed at the thought.

Even though it was Christmas, my little 4-year-old daughter Karen was bored. She didn't have many friends, and all the kids I brought over from other relatives' houses just didn't get along with her. To make matters worse, my workaholic wife was working today, so I was home alone with the little girl.

I don't know what it is about my little girl that repelled her from other kids. Sometimes I'd worry about whether she would fit in with society. It's important for kids to learn to grow up being proud of their individuality and uniqueness. A girl not confident of her own individuality is more susceptible to cults. This was what happened to the Joneses's daughter across the street. Their reputation as good parents is now tarnished. While individuality is important, I didn't want my little Karen growing up isolated and divided from others.

While sitting alone on the sofa reading the latest edition of THE ECONOMIST in the big quiet house, my cute little girl came downstairs from her room with a piece of paper in her hand. It was eleven o'clock and she was still dressed up in her jammies. People often slept in during the holidays. My little girl sat next to me and handed me the computer printout. She had her own computer with Internet connection in her room and had printed something off for me. Many people tell me that I should watch my child when she's on the Internet, but my time was too valuable for that. Instead I have installed a content filtering program that blocks out pornography and hate sites.

I took the single-page printout from Karen and read it. It was a recipe for scones accompanied with a delicious image of scones with butter melting on it.

"Can we have some, Daddy?" she asked.

I don't normally cook for my little daughter and neither did my wife. We normally hired nannies and housekeepers to do that kind of thing, but because it was Christmas we told them to take a break. Usually we ate out at restaurants.

"Pleease?" she asked again.

"Okay, why not?" I got up and walked to the kitchen as my little girl followed me. She jumped around as she followed. I don't think it would be hard to cook scones since the recipe was in my hands. All I had to do was follow the recipe step-by-step and everything would be fine.

When we got to the kitchen, I lifted the little girl off the tiled floor and sat her down on the marble bench. From the fridge I took out milk, bottled water, and butter. From the pantry I took out the self-raising flour. I measured all the basic ingredients precisely and threw them into a large bowl, telling my little girl to mix it all with her hands. It was important, I told her, to mix the butter in with her fingers. As she rubbed and mixed the ingredients in the bowl with her hands, the flour start flying around everywhere. She was inadvertently trapping pockets of air and flour in the dough and then releasing them when she pressed against the dough. The flour flew up and hit her, coating her whole face and body. She stopped mixing and looked at me.

"Let me mix it instead," I said, taking the mixing bowl away from her. "I'd better clean you up." The flour had covered not only her face but also large parts of her pajamas. I had a feeling it was difficult to remove stains from pajamas. "Take your jammies off," I said. "I'll wash you up in the sink."

She jumped on the tiled floor and started undressing. I continued kneading the dough with my hands and then turned around to look at my little girl. She was completely naked except for her white cotton panties. In a small pile near her feet were her pajamas. Her face was still covered with flour.

My penis automatically grew hard when I saw her soft and smooth skin. Her lack of breasts as well as her hipless waist turned me on. She had such small and full lips. I kneeled down, grabbed her by the armpits as I usually did, and moved her over to the kitchen sink. Filling the sink up with both cold and warm water, I eased the little girl into the sink as if it were a bathtub. Karen was not a little baby anymore, so the little girl was too big to completely fit in the sink. I told her to put her legs in the sink and splash some of the water all over her body and face.

When Karen splashed and rubbed her body and face with the water, much of it landed on her panties, soaking them, making them semi-transparent. The moist cotton started to grip against her skin because of the hydrogen bonding property in water molecules. The cute mold of the outer lips of her vagina was clearly visible. I could feel the erection in my pants start to harden at a rapid rate.

Karen kneeled up on the kitchen bench and then dunked her head into the water. When she took her head out from the water, her hair was thoroughly wet and water dripped back into the sink, some overflowing and soaking the floor below. She then started to rub her hair, trying to get the flour out. I loved the look of my little girl with wet hair because she looked so clean and pure.

"I wanna play with the dough," she said, pointing to the mixing bowl on the kitchen bench island that was separate to the kitchen sink. She then put both her hands up at me, a signal that she wanted to use me as a human taxi.

I picked up the little girl and carried her over to the bench on which we were preparing the scones. As I carried the little girl, her wet hair and panties started dripping water all over my clothes, but I wasn't complaining. Her warm little body so close to me in my arms was too rewarding.

When I sat Karen on the bench, she looked at me and noted the dark wet patches on my shirt and pants. She giggled briefly and looked at the puddle of water on the floor and bench that she had left behind. Aware that she was still wet, she started shaking her head rapidly, spraying water everywhere like a shaking dog that had been in a lake. Water sprayed everywhere--even on me--but I didn't want to shout at her like her mother would. I loved her too much.

Karen then noticed her drenched panties were making her cold. She kneeled down on the bench and took off her panties, exposing first to me her adorably small bottom, so round and petite. When she turned back over I saw her hairless vagina between her legs, like little folds in her skin. She handed the soaking wet panties to me, expecting me to put it away in the laundry for her.

I grabbed the panties and, before walking off to the laundry, had a good look at my little girl kneading the dough with her hands as she sat on the kitchen bench completely naked. I imagined that she was kneading not the dough but my penis, rubbing it with her small, pudgy, and delicate baby hands.

When I arrived at the laundry, I opened the washing machine. Before throwing the wet cotton panties into the machine, I noticed some poo stains on the back of the underwear. I held the brown stain against my nostrils and breathed in the pooey smell of my little girl's ass. My penis was so hard it was starting to hurt. I sat down on a nearby wooden chair and unzipped my pants, releasing the tortured penis from underneath the underwear. With my left hand holding the poo-stained panties against my nose and with my eyes shut to enhance my daydreaming, I masturbated myself with my right hand while recalling with photo clarity the image I just witnessed of my naked little girl.

As I masturbated, someone entered the laundry room. It was my little Princess Karen. She stepped in and looked at me as I sat on the wooden chair and rubbed my penis.

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, Princess," I said. I was close to orgasm. I couldn't stop now, especially since I was looking at my naked daughter.

"I need to go poo poo," she said. "I need to go now."

I stopped masturbating, but my penis was still rock hard. "Come here, Princess." I opened up my arms invitingly and she walked up to me. I grabbed my little girl and pulled her into me. Lifting her up, I sat her down on my lap. She was facing me, her vagina pressing up against my abdomen. My penis was nested between the bum cheeks of my little girl as if she were sitting on it. I felt the warmth on my penis as the little girl's poo come out slightly. She was trying to hold it in. Karen's face was level with mine. I stared at her attractive face and her pigtailed brown hair.

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

"Go do a poo poo now, Princess. Pretend I'm a toilet."

She giggled. "You're not a toilet."

Karen couldn't hold it in any longer though. She grabbed my shoulders with her hands and rested her head against my face. I saw her face scrunch up as she squeezed her feces out. With my right hand I grabbed my penis and continued masturbating. I then felt warm moist poo drop on the back of my right hand. Exposing my palm upwards, I caught the poo as it came down and rubbed it over my penis as I masturbated. I kept masturbating and moaning. Quite a bit of poo was falling on the concrete floor.

After a minute, Karen stopped pooing. She had finished.

I kept masturbating but was interrupted seconds from climax when Karen let go of me and went off me, using my legs like a slide. Since my penis was like a giant thorn sticking out of the slide, for a moment I felt my penis ram in between my little girl's pussy lips. When she got to the bottom, she stood up and looked at me, in particular staring at my throbbing poo-stained penis.

So close to orgasm, the sight of my curious little baby girl aroused me. I grabbed her with my hands. Since my right hand was used to catch her poo as it fell, it was now poo-stained, and as I grabbed her I smeared poo all over her soft baby skin. She protested.

"Yuck, Daddy!"

I stood up and brought my poo-stained penis right up to her face. After the scent of poo entered through her nose, she looked up at me, slightly scared. I grabbed the back of her head, rubbing in poo all over her hair.

"What are you doing, Daddy?" she asked.

"I want you to kiss my wiener, Princess. Lick it like a lollipop."

"But it's got poo all on it."

"Come on, Princess. It's what good little girls do to their daddies. You want to be a good girl, don't you? You want Santa Clause to give you Christmas presents?"

She paused for a second before nodding her head.

"Santa Clause knows everything," I said. "He knows if you've been listening to me or not."

Karen brought her mouth slowly towards my stinky poo-coated penis. She opened her mouth, moved it over the head of the penis, and closed her lips, sealing the first inch and a half of my penis. She kept her eyes shut initially, but after she had closed her mouth over my penis she opened her eyes again and looked at me, seeking my approval. With my hands on the back of her head I kept her from moving back. She could only move towards me. The foul smell must have gotten to her. I heard her gag and tears formed in her beautiful eyes. She kept looking at me though, kept looking into my eyes. She trusted me so much. I loved my little girl so much I started to feel bad about what I was doing, so I let go of her head and she immediately threw her head back. As she did, a torrent of saliva spilled out from her mouth. Much of the saliva was on my poo-stained penis. The saliva must have been produced as a reflex mechanism to protect her from the poo or perhaps to try digest the poo.

With my penis now thoroughly coated with my little Princess's moist poo as well as her slick and slimy saliva, I masturbated again and felt myself getting close to orgasm. I grabbed my little girl again with my left hand. Since she expected me to do what I had done earlier, she tried to resist.

"No, Daddy, no! Pleease no!"

"It's okay, Princess. I just want to baptize you."

"Baptize me?"

"Yes, it’s called Christmas baptism. You have to get baptized with water to go to heaven, and if you want to get lots of presents from Santa, you have to get baptized again, but not with water. I'm just going to put some cream on your face, okay?"

Grabbing the back of my daughter's head with my left hand like I did before, I pulled her face closer to my penis and then started ejaculating. I was pumping on my penis so fast that not only did semen spray all over Karen's face but so too did chunks of slippery poo. The little girl scrunched her face up in fear as the bits of excrement and semen flew all over her pretty face.

When I had finished, I sat back down again on the wooden chair and looked at the beautiful site of my naked daughter with a face covered with semen and poo. Some of the semen started running down her neck and some of the poo fell and smeared her belly with brown stains before landing on the floor.

Karen opened her eyes. "Will I get presents from Santa Clause?"

"Of course you will," I said. "But you must promise not to tell anyone about this, especially not Mommy. Santa Clause will be very mad and vengeful if you do that."

The little girl nodded. "I promise."

I hugged her and together we went to the bathroom to clean each other off. While washing myself in the shower, I smiled as I thought about all the lies I told Karen.

Santa Clause really is the tool of the parents and the opiate of the children.

THE END

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