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From: emily@welshgirl.com
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 13:50:30 MST
Subject: {ASSM} Kelly's sexy schoolgirl panties - Part 4 (Chapter 3)
Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2001 19:10:03 -0500
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Hello again.  I've written you all some more of my 
story.  Thank you for all the nice things you've 
said.  And yes, as someone cleverly spotted, some 
of this story is actually true.  I'm not actually 
Kelly, but what she does in the story is based on 
things I have done, and things my friends have 
done.  Some of you have asked for more information 
about me (and for photos), but I daren't tell you 
much in case my parents find out what I'm up to.  
They think I'm doing my homework, when actually 
I'm writing my story.  What I will tell you is 
that I go to a comprehensive school just outside 
London, and that English and English Literature 
are my best subjects.  Really, that's why I'm 
writing this.  Practice - and a guaranteed 
audience!  I have two close friends, Sarah and 
Rebecca, and they both know about this story.   
I'm doing the writing, but they are both helping 
with the story.  We've known each other since we 
were very small, and have always been very close, 
in that special way that boys don't seem to be.  
We've all enjoyed a lot of experimenting with sex, 
including with each other, and we all have 
boyfriends of course.  We haven't told our 
boyfriends about the story, but we have asked them 
about their fantasies, which we're trying to work 
into the story to make it more realistic - and 
perhaps more sexy.  When it's eventually finished 
- and it's only in its early days yet - I hope to 
be able to get it published (if I can find a 
publisher - anyone interested?).

Anyway, enough of that.  Here's the next part of 
the story.  Any comments (or requests) - please 
email me.




CHAPTER 3


Jim woke with a start.  This had just been a 
dream.  None of it had happened, and here he was 
still, with a 16-year-old blonde schoolgirl, still 
in her uniform, lying on his kitchen table, with 
her white cotton knickers just inches from his 
face.


"What's the matter?  You look as if your miles 
away" she said.

Jim got a grip of himself.  

"Shall I take my panties off?  I know, let me take 
my blouse and skirt off as well."

"No.  Leave them on.  I kind of like them."

"Do you like schoolgirls then?"

Jim had to admit that he did.  He loved their 
uniforms, and the last thing he wanted Kelly to do 
was take it off.  

Kelly wriggled about a bit more on the table. 

"I'm going to have to go in a minute."

"Why", said Jim.  "You haven't been here long."  

"No, Silly.  I mean GO", said Kelly.

"What do you mean?"

"You know.  GO.  For a pee!!  I'm going to wet my 
panties if I wait much longer.  It must be that 
glass of water."

Jim wanted desperately to watch Kelly wet her 
panties.  He had seen it in magazines and films, 
and he had even watched girls doing it through 
binoculars, but he had never seen it done close 
up.  He wondered just how he was going to drop it 
into the conversation though.  

He didn't need to.  Kelly could sense from the 
look on his face that just talking about wetting 
her panties was getting him going.

"That's making you horny, isn't it?  You'd like to 
see me wet my knickers, wouldn't you? "  Kelly 
could just imagine how much she was going to be 
able to extract from Jim later on for all this!  
How much was he going to be prepared to pay to 
keep her quiet?  She had a mental picture of 
herself sitting on the floor surrounded with  5 
notes.

Jim admitted that, yes, he would rather like to 
see Kelly wet her panties.  He was ashamed of what 
he was doing with this young girl, and sort of 
just whispered it to her.

Kelly found this absolutely intriguing.  Just why 
did he want to see her wet her knickers?  She 
hadn't met anyone like this before, and she found 
it very odd.  She told Jim to say it properly, not 
just whisper it, or she wouldn't do it.  Jim was 
now really embarrassed, and just hung his head in 
shame.

"Say it properly or I won't do it".

Jim looked at her, sadly, ashamed at his behaviour 
to this pretty young schoolgirl.

"I want you to wet your panties.  Please do it for 
me."

"Beg me, then", said Kelly.

"Please, please, please, Kelly, will you let me 
see you wet yourself?"

This was starting to make him feel very horny, 
just saying the words, and he could feel his cock 
stiffen again.  This was, after all, the only 
chance he was ever going to get to talk really 
dirty to a young schoolgirl still in her school 
uniform, and he decided he'd better make the most 
of it.

"Kelly, I want you to wet your knickers.  I want 
you to let the piss spurt out of that tight little 
cunt, and stain your little white panties yellow. 
 Then I want to lick your panties, and suck the 
wet patch, whilst you pee some more."

Kelly was taken aback by this change.  No more the 
hesitant old man, now he seemed very much in 
control of himself.

"You are a sexy little girl, and I am so pleased 
that you came into my house.  I haven't given you 
your Christmas gift yet this year.  I was going to 
give you  5, but would you like to earn a bit 
more?"

Jim was worried that this delightful creature was 
going to get frightened by his dirty talk, and 
just run away.  She seemed pretty relaxed about 
it, but she might just be a little prick teaser 
who would get scared and run off.  He didn't want 
that to happen - oh no!

"I have a proposal to make to you.  You've earned 
your  5 by delivering my papers so reliably over 
the last year, but I could pay you quite a lot 
more than that if you were specially nice to me."

"How do you mean, nice?"

"Well, you'd have to, sort of, be my girlfriend, 
and we would do the things that boys and girls do 
when their parents are out."

"Like kissing, and that?"

Kelly knew full well what he really wanted, but 
she couldn't resist teasing him.  She was also 
starting to rethink the blackmail plan.  Perhaps 
she could make just as much this way, without any 
of the risks.  She wondered how much she could get 
him to pay.

"Well, er, um, a bit more than that, actually."

He'd gone all shy and hesitant again.  But why, he 
thought.  He was the one with all the money, and 
this was just some silly little schoolgirl looking 
for a bit of extra pocket money.  He'd show her 
who was in charge.

"Kelly, oh sweet sexy little Kelly, I want to 
stick my big fat cock up your tight little cunt 
and spurt hot spunk into you.  I want to sniff 
your little panties after you've peed into them.  
I want to lick your tight little bumhole.  I want 
to suck your pussy.  I want you to suck my penis 
until I come all over your pretty little face.  I 
want you to swallow my sticky seed.  I want you to 
squat over me and piss all over my face, then I 
want you to slowly sit on my face in your wee 
stained knickers and let me suck your little cunt 
through them.  I want you to hold your pussy open 
for me while I piss inside you.  I want to 
masturbate over your panties whilst you're still 
wearing them, so the cum runs down your panties 
and into your vagina.  Then I want to lick the cum 
out of your pussy."

"You want quite a lot then, really", said Kelly.  
She was a bit shocked by this sudden outburst from 
Jim, and hadn't realised the depths of his lusting 
for her.  She knew that he fancied her, but didn't 
know how far he wanted to go.  Very plainly, he 
wanted to go as far as he possibly could, and she 
found this at the same time frightening and 
exciting.

"That's going to cost an awful lot of money.  If 
I'm to do all those wicked things you'll have to 
make it worth my while.  My Mum and Dad would kill 
me if they found out."

"How much do you want then?"

Kelly thought for a bit.  She wanted to get as 
much as she could from this man, but she didn't 
really know just how much he would be prepared to 
pay.  If she asked for too much he'd just tell her 
to clear off, but she didn't want to ask for too 
little.  It was very difficult to guess how much 
he would pay.  This was quite a nice house, there 
was a nice big TV, and it looked as if Mr Marsham 
had enough money to be able to afford quite a lot.

Kelly got off the table and sat on the settee.  
Jim sat on the chair opposite, anxiously waiting 
for an answer.  She figured that her best bet was 
to get him so worked up that he couldn't refuse 
her.  This was a pretty accurate guess.

"Well", she said, allowing her grey skirt to ride 
up her lovely long legs, "That's a very difficult 
question".

One of the buttons on her blue school blouse had 
come undone, and Jim could see her little white 
bra inside.  He imagined her breasts nestling 
inside and wanted to put his head between them.  
Perhaps soon he would be able to.  He'd pay 
anything she asked.  He had to.  This was a chance 
he would never get again to his dying day.  

Kelly allowed her legs to part a little so Jim 
could see up her skirt.  He didn't miss the 
opportunity, and stared at her white cotton 
knickers.  He could see little wisps of her pubic 
hair just peeping round Kelly's panties, and 
longed to see underneath.  She knew the effect 
this was having on him and slowly pulled up her 
skirt.  With her skirt around her waist and her 
legs getting wider apart, Kelly started gently 
rubbing the crotch of her panties, whilst Jim sat 
mesmerised.  

"Do you like it when I do this?"

"You know I do, but please, I need to know how 
much you want.  I can't afford very much you know. 
 I'm only a pensioner, and I don't have much 
money."

"I'm thinking", said Kelly, continuing to rub 
herself provocatively. 

"God", thought Jim, "Christ knows what would 
happen if anyone came in here now.  Me sitting 
here with a young schoolgirl opposite me, still in 
her uniform and her legs wide apart, stroking her 
pussy."

Kelly slipped her hands inside her panties, and 
put her right hand middle finger inside her 
vagina.  She pushed it in and out, and it made 
little slurpy noises.  Then she pulled her finger 
out and offered it to Jim.  He sniffed it 
sensuously, savouring the musky smell of girly 
cunt juice.  He could see the little beads of 
moisture on Kelly's finger, where it had been 
inside her cunt, and he sucked it for all he was 
worth.  It tasted heavenly.  He wanted so much to 
put his hot tongue inside her little cunt and 
taste some more of her love juices.

She pulled up her blouse, exposing her dainty but 
plain bra.  Lifting up her bra, she exposed her 
small but perfectly formed milky white breasts for 
Jim to gaze at.  They jutted out of her slender 
young body like baby hillocks, pert, proud and 
erect.  He was stunned.  So used to seeing the 
larger breasts of the women in his vast porn 
collection, Jim could not believe how beautiful 
were these fine young titties.

Kelly offered him her left nipple, stiff and hard, 
and he sucked it like a baby.

"You can do all this", she said.  "One evening a 
week, and I'll only charge you  100 a week".

Jim didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  What he 
had on offer here was an evening of the most 
perfect sex every week, the most unbelievable sex 
with a girl barely old enough to know what sex 
was.  He could teach her a thing or two!  But  100 
a week?  How could he possibly afford that on his 
income?  He did have some savings, but he didn't 
want to dip into those unless it was really 
necessary.  But wait a minute, if this wasn't 
necessary, just what was?  He dithered, confused.

"But I can't afford that.  I'm only a pensioner.  
How about  50?  That's a lot of money.  Think of 
all the sweets you could buy with  50 a week"

" 100", said Kelly.  I'm worth all of that, and a 
lot more.  You'd have to pay nearly that for some 
old tart in Soho!"

"I wouldn't.  You can get a girl in King's Cross 
for a few pounds, and they'll do anything", said 
Jim.  " 50 is more than enough".

"Take it or leave it.  If you don't think I'm 
worth  100 a session, don't bother then."

Kelly pulled her bra back on, pulled down her 
blouse, and stood up ready to go, smoothing her 
little skirt down as she did so.

"OK, OK, OK, then", said Jim. "I can't afford that 
much, but if I sell some of my old furniture I 
might be able to get enough together for a few 
weeks.  But if I'm going to pay you  100 a week, I 
want to know exactly what I'm getting for it."

"I'll come round to your house one evening a week 
after school, between 4.30 and 5.30, and you can 
do whatever you want."

"Absolutely whatever I want?"

Kelly thought hard.  He hadn't been very happy 
about the  100, and she was afraid he might change 
his mind.  She wanted that money very badly, and 
it was a lot less risky than blackmail.  Come to 
think of it, if she wanted to blackmail him, she 
still could.  She could deny ever asking him for 
money and just say that he had raped her.  Anyway, 
what could this poor old bloke do to her?  He 
probably couldn't even get it up!

"OK then.  Anything you want, but I get the money 
first."

So it was agreed.  Kelly was to come round to see 
him every Friday after school.  She would tell her 
parents that she was visiting her friend Stacey.  
Jim was very keen that she should wear her school 
uniform, but that was no problem at all - though 
she still couldn't see what he saw in it.

Kelly said she had to go home now, and although 
Jim begged her to stay a bit longer, she said he 
had had more than enough free samples, and that 
was that.  She would see him again on Friday.



Don't forget - email me with any comments or 
requests for storylines, and I'll try to work them 
in to later chapters.  Tell me if you like what 
I've written so far (or if you don't!).  Back to 
my homework now.

Luv,  Emily

xxx

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