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Subject: {ASSM} Kelly's sexy schoolgirl panties (Chapters 1-4 by request)
Date: Tue, 17 Apr 2001 17:10:05 -0400
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I've finished Chapter 4 at last, and as requested am posting it here
with the earlier chapters which some people missed.  Comments welcome,
plus any ideas for the story, which has a long way to go yet.

Luv,  

Emily
Xxx



CHAPTER 1


Kelly Johnson was a little tease.  At the age of 16, she had already
managed to earn herself a lot of extra pocket money by doing little
sexual favours for several older gentlemen in her neighbourhood, but she
knew she could earn more - much more.

It started with her paper round, and at Christmas when she put little
cards through all the doors wishing everyone a Merry Xmas, luv from
Kelly.  She didn't really give a shit whether they had a merry Xmas or
not, but it did remind them that she had delivered their papers, and it
often prompted them into leaving a tip for her.

So early December off she went on her bike with a bagful of cards to
deliver.  She enjoyed biking round her neighbourhood to do her paper
round.  It was much quicker than walking, and there was the added bonus
of being able to upset all the businessmen by letting them see her
panties and then cycling off quick.  She always wore very short skirts,
even in the wintertime, and deliberately let them ride up whenever she
saw one on his way to the station.  There was one in particular, Mr
Pervy she called him, who always left his house at 8 o'clock exactly. 
Kelly used to try to be cycling towards him just after he left his house
every day.  She didn't always make it, but when she did it was real
fun.  He would pretend not to notice her, but she could see him
desperately trying to look up her skirt.  All he ever got was a quick
flash of her knickers as she shot past, and she knew he would have done
anything to get a longer look.

As she rode into The Avenue, with her long blonde hair blowing behind
her in the wind, she saw the old bloke at number 13 getting out of his
car and went into the drive to give him his card.  He looked pleased to
see this small, beautiful blonde girl coming to see him, and she
remembered that last year he had given her a very generous  5.  Better
be nice to him.

Kelly gave him his card and wished him a rather early Merry Christmas. 
How kind, he said, and asked her how she was doing at school.  Kelly got
back on her bike and sat there chatting to him, telling him how well
she'd done in her exams.  As she sat there, with one foot on the pedal
and one on the floor for balance, she saw him looking at her legs,
trying to look up her skirt.

Dirty old bugger, she thought, but instead of sitting on her bike a bit
more modestly, she slowly moved her left leg so that he could see
further up her skirt.  It was about 5 o'clock, and dark, but his drive
was well lit by the sodium street light outside.  Kelly had started her
round straight after school and was still wearing her uniform.  She knew
the effect it had on the men, and she enjoyed that.  The school she went
to was very traditional over uniform, and although a lot of the girls
wanted to wear trousers, the head wouldn't move on the issue.  Kelly
reckoned he just liked seeing young girls in their school uniform.

So there she was, wearing her grey pleated skirt, little white socks,
blue blouse and school tie.  It wasn't any of these that Jim Marsham was
interested in now though.  As her left leg moved further and further
out, Jim became more and more aware that her white cotton panties were
becoming visible.  He couldn't believe what he was seeing.  This
beautiful blonde angel of a young girl was sitting on his drive on a
bicycle, and he could see right up her skirt.  What was more, she didn't
seem to be aware of the fact.  

He tried to keep her talking as long as possible, worried that she would
just cycle away to the next house, and also that she might notice his
frequent furtive glances between her legs.  He was saying anything that
came into his head just to keep her there.  How things were when he went
to school, all those years ago, how things had changed, and how lonely
he was since his wife had died.  And all the time he kept glancing at
the taut white cotton between Kelly's legs, his cock stiff in his
trousers.  He thought he could just make out her labia, and he longed to
touch her, to put his fingers inside her warm moist panties, to press
his old face up against her cunt, even just to sniff those panties.

Kelly wriggled her little bum on the saddle and decided to shock the old
chap.

"Mr Marsham, are you trying to look up my skirt?"

Jim was horrified.  So she had noticed after all.  What was he to do?

"No no my dear.  I was just looking at your bicycle.  Is it new?"

He realised this was pretty lame as soon as he said it, but it was too
late.  How the hell could he get out of this now?  He could almost see
the girl's parents at his front door, and the policeman asking him
awkward questions about what he had been doing.  Shit, shit, shit, shit,
shit.

Kelly wasn't really sure what to do next, but she wondered if she could
get some money out of him.  She had already managed to earn a few pounds
by letting men touch her inside her bra, and even once or twice up her
skirt, but she'd never let them go beyond the touching.

It hadn't always been easy stopping them mind, and she remembered going
into one man's garage and letting him touch her breasts for  5.  He put
his hands inside her blouse and rubbed her breasts, but then as she felt
his cock going hard against her leg, he had forcibly pinned her against
the garage wall and started kissing her hard.  His tongue was darting
all round her mouth, but worse still his hands had moved from her
breasts and were lifting up her skirt.  All of a sudden he had both his
hands inside her knickers and he was groping her, trying to open her
legs so that he could put his oily fingers inside her cunt.  Kelly knew
how to look after herself though, and a quick hard kick in the balls
soon had him off her.

She needed more money than this though for the lifestyle she was into. 
Her pocket money went nowhere, and the odd  5 didn't help a great deal
now either.  

She had to stay cool.

"Mr Marsham, I know you were looking up my skirt, and I don't think my
Dad would be very pleased if I told him."

"Silly little girl", said Jim, " I'm old enough to be your grandfather. 
How dare you accuse me of something like that?  I think we should tell
your father, so he knows what a liar you are."

This was much better.  He'd gained his composure now, and he felt sure
that he could bluff his way out of this one.  Kelly was a bit floored
though.  She'd been half thinking of blackmailing him, but she thought
it could all go horribly wrong and backfire on her.  Who would they
believe?  What proof had she got?

As she thought about all this, she realised that it wasn't going to
work, but she also had an idea.  Blackmail would be a great way of
earning her a lot of money, but she had to get it right.  It had to be
something serious, and it had to be something she could prove.  She knew
in a flash what to do.

"I'm sorry, Mr Marsham.  I must have made a mistake.  I hope I haven't
embarrassed you."

This was music to his ears.  She hadn't really seen him looking after
all.  He was in the clear.  Relief, oh great relief.

"To tell you the truth, Mr Marsham, I was actually half hoping you had
been looking up my skirt.  I don't seem to be able to get a boyfriend,
and it was sort of nice to be getting some attention.  I'd better go
now, and I'm very sorry to have made such a fool of myself."

Kelly looked near to tears.  She was a bright girl, already very well
able to understand men, and she had a pretty good idea how this
conversation would continue.  She was right, and Jim was about to be
drawn into her plans like a fly to a spider's web. 

"That's alright my dear.  Don't cry now.  Dry your eyes on my
handkerchief."

She had him where she wanted him.  

"Would you mind getting me a glass of water please"?

Jim said of course he didn't mind, and went round to the back of the
house to the kitchen.  Kelly followed him round with her bike.  She
stood just outside the door, rubbing her eyes to remove a piece of grit
which in reality didn't exist at all.  As he came out of the kitchen
with the glass of water, she started crying, saying her eye was hurting
and could he get the grit out.

Jim was pleased to help her of course, suspecting nothing, and still
feeling very sorry for this poor girl who had no boyfriend.  What a
waste he thought.

As she lifted her face to his, she opened her big blue eyes wide and
pressed her breasts against him.  She felt his prick stiffening against
her and she knew he was hooked.  She moved her right hand slowly but
very surely to the bulge in his trousers and rubbed it gently.

"You find me attractive don't you", she whispered.  "Tell me I'm not
ugly".



CHAPTER 2


Jim was shocked.  He didn't know how to react to this.  His head told
him he was playing with fire here, but his cock was sending very
different messages to his brain.  As Kelly rubbed his penis slowly, he
felt it growing bigger and bigger.  The spunk was seeping out of the end
of it already, making a wet patch on his trousers.  It reminded him of
his surreptitious visits to backstreet porn shops, when after a few
minutes browsing he would always have sticky trousers.  

He had been married, but his wife had died some time ago.  Not that he
wasn't still interested in women.  Quite the opposite in fact.  It was
just that they didn't seem very interested in him.  Masturbation was one
of his great pleasures in life, and at least it was free.  Well, almost
free.  He had to buy his porno mags, and his porno videos, then there
were the telephone sex lines which he spent so much time on.  He
wondered sometimes what his neighbours in this respectable area would
think if they knew how he spent his time.  It was alright for them,
though.  They all had wives or lovers.  All he had was his porn
collection and a telephone.  Not fair really.

Kelly was still rubbing his cock, and he was afraid he was going to
come, and make a fool of himself.  He had to control himself somehow. 
He thought about his beloved car.  It worked.  His cock started to
subside. 

"You think I'm ugly, don't you?"

"Of course I don't.  You're really pretty."

"You've never even noticed me before.  And I've been delivering your
papers for months."

" I have noticed you.  I've watched you from behind my curtains, and
I've wanted to talk to you but didn't dare.  Why did you touch me
though?"

"I was lonely, and I just wanted someone to notice me.  I thought it
would make you want me, but now I'm not so sure.  You don't fancy me, do
you?"

Jim thought for a few seconds that he'd blown the biggest chance he'd
ever had in his life.  Here was a young girl who'd had her hand on his
cock, and all he could do was think about cars to get rid of an
erection.  What on earth must she think?  

"I was afraid someone would see us."

"Let's go inside then", said Kelly, and gave him a sweet little smile.

 Jim followed her into the kitchen like a lamb to the slaughter,
thinking this beautiful young girl had the hots for him when all she
really wanted to do was blackmail him.  Poor bastard.

He pulled the curtains so no one could see in, hardly able to believe
his luck, but all the while scared stiff in case he got caught.  He knew
what he was about to do was wrong, so very wrong, but nothing was going
to stop him now.

Kelly sat on the table and opened her legs just a fraction.  She kicked
off her clumpy black school shoes, and sat there swinging her legs
tantalisingly.  Jim watched her as she lifted her legs onto the table
and sat there, smiling.  He was utterly fascinated by this lovely
creature, and stared at her like an idiot.  

"What's the matter?", she said. 

"I think I love you".

"Don't be silly".

"I haven't been this close to a girl like you for more than 40 years".

She giggled, and playfully touched his bulging trousers with her foot. 
He held her foot, feeling its warmth through the white cotton socks. 
She was beautiful, from her warm little feet to her long blonde hair,
and she was his for the taking.  God had been kind to him at last.

He wondered what to do next.  Where should he start?  He had here on his
kitchen table a lovely blonde schoolgirl, in her uniform too, from her
white socks to her grey pleated skirt, and her blue blouse.  He could
see her pert young breasts jutting out under the blue blouse, and he
wondered what her nipples were like.  Kelly drew her knees together
under her, only too aware that in doing so she was exposing her little
white cotton panties.  Jim stopped bothering about her nipples.  His
eyes were almost out on stalks.  Panties!  

Jim had a bit of a problem with panties.  Some would call it a fetish. 
He would stop at nothing for a flash of a girl's knickers, and here was
this lovely 16 year old showing off her panties like there was no
tomorrow.  

Kelly could hardly fail to spot the effect she was having on him.  He
gawped at her in amazement as she slowly moved her knees apart, exposing
herself completely to his stare.  She lay there on the kitchen table,
the soles of her feet flat on the table top, her skirt up to her waist,
and her legs wide apart.  

"You like looking at my panties, don't you?"

He gulped.

"Do you want to touch me........down there?"

Did he?  More than anything he had ever wanted before in his life.  

Kelly pulled his hand towards her.  It didn't take much.  

"Touch me then".

Jim put his hand on Kelly's white panties.  He was physically shaking,
with a strange combination of excitement and fear.  

"Properly, then."

He was more than a bit taken aback by all of this.  16 years old and she
was behaving like a little slut.  He was embarrassed by the whole thing,
and she was just lying there with her legs apart, skirt round her waist,
egging him on to finger her cunt.

So why not, he thought?  He rubbed his second and third fingers gently
up and down her crotch, pushing the thin white cotton material into
Kelly's pussy.  As he stroked her cunt she started getting very wet
inside.  So were Jim's pants, as his cock started dribbling cum.  

His mind raced ahead.  He imagined himself standing over Kelly, his
erect penis in his hand.  She was licking it, whilst at the same time
dipping the middle finger of her right hand in and out of her cunt.  She
lifted her finger to Jim's mouth.  He could smell the girly cunt sort of
smell that only young girls cunts smelt of.  It was beautiful.  He
licked the finger held out to him, and tasted the musky scent of Kelly's
young cunt.  Kelly was still licking his cock, and he thrust it hard
into her mouth.  A warm gush of sticky white semen spurted out of his
cock.  He felt good.  The cum shot out all over Kelly's pretty young
face.  This was a dream.  His cock kept on coming like there would be no
end to it.  Jim was wanking himself off over her upturned face, as the
creamy white seed spurted out of his prick all over her eyes, her nose
and into her rosebud mouth.  

Spurt after spurt of hot spunk spattered onto Kelly's face, until it was
dripping down and into her mouth.  Jim's cock was still spurting as he
continued his everlasting orgasm, shooting spunk up Kelly's nostrils and
into her blonde hair.  Would it never stop?  Kelly pursed her lips,
shaping them like a tight little arsehole.  He pushed his spurting cock
into her mouth, splashing his seed across her chin as he did so.  In
out, in out, in out, shooting load after load right to the very back of
Kelly's throat.  She opened her mouth wide.  Jim's cock just kept on
spunking, until her pretty mouth was full to the brim.

His cock stopped its spurting just in time to stop the poor girl from
drowning.  She was gagging and choking with the overflowing semen,
dripping down her chin, leaving dark blue wet smears down her nice clean
blue school blouse.  

"Swallow it, you little whore".

Kelly swallowed the gloopy sticky semen as fast as she could.  She
wanted to spit it out, but Jim wouldn't let her.  

"Don't spit it out, or I'll piss in your mouth until you choke".

He couldn't believe he was saying or doing these things, but here he was
with this young schoolgirl on his kitchen table.  Seeing was believing,
after all.

Kelly swallowed the mouthful of cum, as she was told.  It was salty and
she felt sick.  She retched, and spewed up most of Jim's semen onto the
floor.

"You little cunt.  How dare you waste my spunk like that."

Jim's cock was still hard, with spunk still dribbling out of it.  He
wanted to punish Kelly for not swallowing all his come, and without
really thinking forced his cock into her mouth, though she tried to stop
him.  His balls felt swollen and tense, and he had the feeling he
sometimes had in the middle of the night after a heavy drinking
session.  He had to have a pee, but here he was with his cock in this
girl's mouth, and he didn't want to waste any time.  

His cock was bursting, and not with semen this time.  

"Keep your mouth open, you little whore".

Kelly could guess from the look on his face what was going to happen
next, and she didn't want it.  

"I've got to get back now" she said, starting to get down from the
table.

"Oh no you don't.  Lie back on that table and open your mouth."

Kelly could see she was in big trouble now, so she did as she was told. 
Jim held his cock over her pretty little face, and began to piss all
over her.  Kelly started to cry, it was so awful.  The tears streamed
down her face and mixed with Jim's warm yellow pee.  She did as she was
told and opened her mouth wide.  The piss from Jim's cock spattered into
her open mouth, filling it until it overflowed all over her pretty
little face.  She grinned, thinking this was the best way to save
herself from even more trouble.  Jim had stopped peeing into her at
last, and she lay there grinning, her mouth full of his hot piss.  

Kelly slowly started to drink down the yellow fluid, as Jim watched. 
Slowly, it vanished down her throat, leaving her mouth salty and
smelling of urine.  Jim felt an overwhelming urge to taste her mouth. 
He put his tongue into Kelly's hot little mouth, and licked all round
it.  Their tongues met, and they shared the salty taste of Jim's piss.


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 right in front of him.  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.



CHAPTER 4


The next few days for Jim were about the strangest in his life.  He had
almost a week to wait for Friday to come round, but he had never been so
excited since he was little.  On the other hand, he was also very
worried about the whole business.  He had lived in The Avenue for many
years now, and was very well thought of by his neighbours.  They all saw
him as a nice old "gentleman", and he worried about what would happen to
him if he was caught fucking the local papergirl.  The age difference
was enormous, and he'd probably end up in very big trouble.  He thought
he knew the girl's father by sight, and he was a very big bloke -
certainly big enough to make mincemeat of him if he got caught.

But why should he get caught though?  Kelly was a perfectly willing
party to this little deal, and she certainly wouldn't be telling
anybody.  Neither was he, so what was he worrying about?

Tuesday came and went, then Wednesday.  By Thursday he could barely
contain himself.  He had been trying to save himself up for his big
session with Kelly on Friday, but he was almost bursting.  He sat down
in the evening to watch the TV to take his mind off things, but all he
could think of was Kelly in her school uniform.  He was getting hornier
and hornier, and felt himself going stiff.  It was no good - he had to
masturbate.

He went upstairs to choose something suitable.  Should it be a video or
a magazine?  He went to the cupboard containing his collection.  It was
quite a hoard that he had built up over a good many years, before and
after his wife had died.  Some of the earlier stuff was pretty tame by
modern standards, but he still enjoyed it now and again.  The recent
stuff left very little to the imagination, well absolutely nothing to be
honest!  Cunts and arseholes stretched wide open, cocks exploding cum
inside them, thrusting in and out of them, you name it, he had pictures
of people doing it.

He had spent a fortune on this collection, and had had quite a of of it
specially brought in from Germany for him.  He had got to know someone
who worked in a video and magazine shop in Paddington, and he in turn
had contacts with a haulage firm.  The drivers used to take a list of
the types of magazines and videos that customers wanted, and bring them
back hidden in their lorries.

He had quite a few Japanese magazines and videos, usually of
schoolgirls, and it really had to be one of these tonight.  He took a
magazine from the top of the pile, still in a plastic wrapper.  The
writing was in Japanese, but the picture on the cover was clear enough. 
A pretty young girl in a traditional Japanese schoolgirl uniform, with a
very short skirt and white socks, just bending forward to pick up a
book.  He hadn't even opened this one.  He often saved new magazines
"for a rainy day" as he put it.

But it wasn't just dirty magazines and videos that he had hidden away in
this old cupboard.  He had this real thing about panties, and had
started collecting them as well, not long after his wife died.  He
started innocently enough, just buying (very sheepishly) packs of
panties from Tescos, slipping them in with his other shopping and
muttering something about his granddaughter as he went through the
checkout.  For ages he managed to get a deep sense of satisfaction just
putting a pair over his face as he masturbated, imagining that they had
just come off a young prostitute.  He masturbated into them frequently,
so that the gussets were stained with dried semen.  He would put one
pair over his face as he masturbated into another pair, breathing in the
scent of stale semen and imagining that the panties had been worn, not
long ago, by some little whore in King's Cross.

Then he moved on from there to wanting panties that he knew had really
been worn before, and he started taking a keen interest in his
neighbours' washing lines.  Nobody was safe from the thefts in the
middle of the night.  It was all a bit limited, because the washing
normally got taken in in the daytime, and he hadn't got the nerve to
carry out his dirty little deeds in daylight.  He had to wait until
after midnight when he knew all his neighbours were in bed.  Sometimes,
given the right weather conditions, they would leave their washing out
all night, and then he would go from garden to garden, just taking the
occasional pair so as not to arouse suspicion.  No one missed the
occasional pair, but they would soon have noticed if he took more than
that at one time.  He was quite fussy too.  Not at all interested in
older women, just the younger ones.  

He had his favourite houses of course, but he was still very careful not
to be too greedy.  Scared stiff of getting caught.  

These were his second favourite panties, because he knew which houses he
had got them from, and exactly who had been wearing them.  That gave him
a special thrill as he sniffed them, or as he squirted his semen into
the gusset, knowing that not long earlier the same knickers had been
rubbing against a sexy wet young cunt.

I say second favourite because he had recently taken it just one stage
further.  Although he loved all his panties, especially the ones whose
owners he knew, the one drawback was that they had all been washed.  As
he got more and more into his pathetic knicker fetish, he longed to find
some way of getting hold of some of them BEFORE they found their way
into the washing machine.  But how could he possibly do this.  He
thought for a long time about this, and suddenly it came to him.  All he
had to do was find some way of getting into the houses with the pretty
young mothers and daughters in, make some pretext for using the
bathroom, which was where the washing usually ended up, and then go
through it looking for panties.

One sunny Saturday, he tried out his scheme.  But a bit of background
first.

 The Lewis family lived a few houses down, and they had two pretty
dark-haired teenage twin daughters, Jade and Katy.  They had played in
the garden since they were little, but Jim had only really noticed them
when they grew older.  The Lewis's garden was not overlooked, and they
liked the fact that they could relax in it with what they thought was
total privacy.  What they didn't realise, though, was that Jim's
bathroom window, if he opened it just a fraction, gave a perfect view of
the garden. Sometimes he watched the two girls in the garden from behind
the curtain with a pair of binoculars, because they both wore very short
dresses and skirts.  They would bend down to pick something up, and Jim
would sometimes have a clear view right up their skirts.  He didn't know
it, but they could see the glint of the glass in his binoculars, and,
little tarts that they were, used to deliberately go out in the garden
in the shortest dresses they could find, just to get him worked up
(which they certainly did).  They even used to do handstands, letting
their dresses fall down to cover their faces, whilst exposing their
panties to Jim's lustful stare.  He used to stand at his window, one
hand holding the binoculars, and the other covered in Vaseline, cupped
round his cock, rubbing himself until he came into the bathroom sink. 
How he longed to be able to touch those little panties, to press his
face into them and smell the warm cunty smell, all while the girls were
still upside down, their heads on the ground, but their legs in the air
and wide apart, their panties taut, perhaps even lightly stained with
juices.

Jim knew he would never be able to do that (this was before he met
Kelly!), but constantly gazing at those panties, not being able to touch
them used to drive him crazy.  He had to get hold of a pair to add to
his collection.

That takes us back to the sunny Saturday.  It had been in June, and Jim
had seen the girls go out in the garden to sunbathe.  Well, to be
honest, he hadn't just seen them, he'd been watching them for 10 minutes
or more.  As always, though he didn't know it, the sun was catching on
his binoculars, making it perfectly obvious to anyone outside what he
was doing.  He didn't even know their names, but he did love watching
them, as they lay there on their backs in the sun.  He didn't hear the
one twin whisper to the other about the binoculars of course, but he did
notice one of them, Katy, slowly draw her knees up towards her chest,
allowing him to see right up her dress.  They were wearing thin, light
blue, cotton dresses, and lying facing the houses.  This meant of course
that Jim had an unrestricted view up Katy's dress, a view that became
even more exciting when she parted her knees and just lay there with her
feet about a metre apart and her knees splayed wide apart.  Had she no
modesty, thought Jim.  He was right - these girls were shameless little
prick teasers, and just loved to tease men like this.  

Jim watched as the little white panties became visible, first just a
flash, and then the full view.  These tiny little panties just about
covered that pert little bum, and as she allowed her knees to splay
apart the thin cotton fabric stretched tight across her slit.  Jim
thought he could even make out the shape of her labia, and the entrance
to her vagina under the cotton, and he imagined what it would feel like
to slip his cock into that tight little hole.  His penis grew harder as
he rubbed it inside his pocket, and imagined it slipping inside Katy's
juicy cunt.  Then Jade got up, and fetched a hosepipe from near the
house.  She set it to a light, very fine spray.  It was a hot day and
when Katy called to her she turned the fine mist onto her twin sister.
Starting with her face, she slowly moved the cooling, fine mist down her
lithe body.  As the spray soaked her clothes, they clung to her body,
accentuating its shapely outline.  Jim could see her breasts and her
nipples clearly through the thin wet cotton.  Lying back and obviously
enjoying the coolness of the spray, Katy beckoned her sister towards her
open legs, and the panty covered pussy which peeped out from under her
dress.  Jade squatted in front of her sister, who still had her knees
drawn towards her, but wide apart.  There was a sort of tent made by the
blue cotton dress, the shape of the tent formed by the girl's legs. At
the base of the tent, the prize - a warm, as yet dry, tightly stretched
little pair of white knickers, just about covering the opening to an
equally warm vagina.

Jade made the spray even finer, and gently let it play on her sister's
panties until they were wet and see through.  Katy just lay there,
enjoying the cool spray on a hot summer's morning.  But the hottest of
all of them was Jim, stood behind his bathroom curtains, one hand trying
to keep the binoculars steady, and the other rubbing his cock gently. 
He wondered if he should get his camcorder (which had seen a LOT of
action, one way and another) to record the scene to watch later.  He had
spent a lot on that camcorder, knowing what he would be using it for,
and its best feature by far was a really good quality zoom lens.  He
decided to chance it.  He didn't want to miss a minute of what these
young ladies were doing (obviously whilst their parents were out!), but
something told him it was about to get even better, and the thought of
missing out on a permanent recording worried him even more.

He needn't have worried.  When he got back to the magic window, only a
minute or so later, the girls were still there.  Katy had a dreamy sort
of look on her pretty, gently smiling face, and Jade was playing the
spray of the hosepipe slowly up and down the gusset of her panties.  She
turned the gentle spray up a little to a more powerful jet, and moved
this jet purposefully up and down, around and across Katy's clitoris.  

Katy beckoned her to stop.  Perhaps it was just too nice.  As Jim
watched and recorded, Katy slipped her fingers inside her sopping wet
knickers, and started wanking herself gently.  Jim had a beautiful view
of all this, and the zoom on his camera let him see all the action in
close up.  He moved the shot from her pretty face to her wet panties,
and watched in awe as the fingers slid in and out of that wet, delicious
cunt.  In and out, in and out slipped the fingers, until Katy came, and
Jim watched as the juices seeped out of her pussy and all over her
panties.  Jim wanted those panties so much - he knew he could never have
Katy.

As Katy lay back, exhausted, Jade watching her with fascination, Jim saw
her say something to her sister.  He thought that he saw them glance
momentarily at the slightly open bathroom window.  He moved back.  Had
they seen him?  No, it was alright.  He carried on filming.  But what
was happening now?  Jade had taken a position on the ground in front of
Katy, and was staring intently at her panties.  Katy was still on her
back, her legs apart, with her knees drawn towards her chest.  The
pretty white cotton panties were stretched tight again across her cunt,
and Jim zoomed in close to see what Jade was looking at.  The little
cotton knickers filled the monitor screen, and Jim lusted as he stared
with fascination and delight at them.  It wasn't so much the panties, as
what he could see under them.  The outline of her labia was clearly
visible through the thin, wet cotton fabric, and between her labia Jim
could see the entrance to Katy's vagina.  It was very obviously open,
and he wanted so much to put his tongue into it and lick her cunt dry.

Jade was still staring at Katy's wet knickers, and Jim thought she must
just like the look of them.  Why not, he did.  Then he noticed her cunt
muscles moving.  What was she doing?  As he watched, Katy appeared to be
exercising her love muscles, then, suddenly, a small yellow patch
appeared right in the middle of her panties.  She smiled sweetly, and
looked very pleased with herself.  15 long seconds passed, until Jim
thought there was nothing else going to happen.  Then a flood of pee
gushed out of Katy's peehole, soaking her knickers with sweet, yellow
fluids.  She looked even more pleased with herself, and Jade started
clapping.  Katy pulled her knickers to one side and pissed some more. 
It was like a tiny, bubbling mountain stream, as the yellow fluid
trickled out of her cunt and over her little blue dress.  She must have
needed to go very badly, because she just kept on peeing.  First it just
carried on bubbling out of her twat, fairly slowly, continuing to wet
her dress as she held her panties aside.  

She let her panties move back to covering her cunt, but the trickling
pee carried on, soaking through her knickers and staining the gusset
with her yellow pee.  Her sister made as if to touch her, but Katy
pushed her to one side.  She hadn't finished yet, and Jim just kept on
filming, thinking to himself how many times he would be able to jerk
himself off to this bit of tape in the months to come.  She pulled her
panties down to her knees, and started to piss harder.  The jet spurted
out of her wide open cunt, and made an arch, up in the air, and down
again to splash into her panties and then trickle in a steady, steaming
stream onto her dress.  As the jet of urine shot through the air, some
of it splashed onto Jade, who didn't seem to mind a bit.  Katy beckoned
her towards her now that the stream of piss was slowing down, and Jade
started to lick her twin sister's labia, putting her little tongue right
into her vagina, lapping up the salty droplets of pee. 

As the warm piss trickled through Katy's panties, Jade lay her head
between her sister's legs and allowed the gentle stream to run slowly
into her mouth.  Through the zoom lens of his camcorder, Jim watched as
the yellow fluid dribbled into her mouth, and then ran down her chin and
all over her pretty face.  Her blue dress was still dry, unlike Katy's,
but not for long.  The warm, wet yellow liquid cascaded down her face,
down her neck, and ran all over her dress, soaking it and staining the
delicate cotton fabric.  Jim's eyes were popping as he watched this lewd
display between these two girls, and as Jade's breasts became visible
through her wet dress.  She had no bra on, and the wet dress clung to
her breasts, exposing her lovely pouting nipples.

When the trickle stopped, she put her mouth to the wet knickers and
sucked at them, excited by the salty taste of her sister's pee.  Katy
watched her, still smiling, but slipped her hand up Jade's dress,
feeling for her hot little cunt.  Jade lay back on the grass now, her
blue dress wet with Katy's piss and her legs wide apart.  She looked a
little slut, lying there with her pretty pink knickers exposed to Jim's
camera.  Katy had managed to find just a little more pee, and squatted
over her sister's panties while she squirted out another jet of deep
yellow piss over them.  The pale pink knickers took on a darker colour
as they became wet with Katy's piss, and clung to her labia.  Jim loved
her pink panties, and the way the folds disappeared into Jade's cunt,
but he loved them even more now that they were wet.  He could just about
make out the entrance to her vagina, and was just zooming in on it when
Jade kindly pulled back her knickers.  Now he could see her vagina very
clearly, and he stared on as Katy pissed right into it.  Most of the wee
trickled down her sister's vagina as he watched on, but then there was a
little pool left.  Katy put her tongue to her sister's cunt, and just
lapped at the remaining pee like a little cat.  How Jim wanted to have
done that.

Katy poked her tongue right inside her sister, licking her cunt out with
considerable skill.  Jim wondered how often she had done this before!

All of a sudden, the girls stopped their games with a start.  They very
quickly pulled their panties up, and their dresses back down.  Their
parents had come back - obviously sooner than expected.  Jim could see
the father walk into the back garden, and the girls explaining why they
were so wet.  Fortunately for them, all he could see was the wet dresses
- easy to explain on a hot sunny morning with the hose lying on the
ground.  If he could only have seen their wet little panties!

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