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WANTING JENNY (Mf ws mf, voy, petting, panties, uniform, smoking, feet,
cum, mild nc and maybe fdom as well, but let's not get carried away.)
Written by Ossified
Editing support provided by Daibhidh
Comments welcome to ossified@hushmail.com
Chapter 1
I never thought I'd get into Jenny's knickers. I never thought it
would actually happen, although I had fantasized about it constantly
after seeing her jack off her boyfriend in the park a year ago.
Back then I was walking through the park after visiting my ex-wife
Janine and her family. The night was warm and slightly humid after a
few days of rain. The ground soft and wet outside the park's
trodden paths. The sound of insects buzzing and leaves rustling felt
soothing, and the fresh summer air cleared my head. I always walked
through the park after visiting my ex-wife. It helped calm my nerves.
Janine was happy, married to a successful lawyer and had custody of
our two children. Visiting was always depressing since it only served
to reminded me I was 42 with a so-so career, living alone in a small
house in the suburbs and feeling rather lonely. I had moved there to
be near my children after Janine decided this was a good place to live
with the new love of her life. I was more of a city person myself, but
she wanted the children to grow up in a safer environment so she
moved, leaving me little option but to follow her or gradually loose
contact with my two daughters Katherine (14) and Rachel (11). I still
worked in the city, hating every minute of the commuter traffic I had
to endure due to Janine's whim.
After the divorce I had lost contact with most of our friends, and the
ones I had left were all attached so I didn't see them all that often.
Some of them had tried to fix me up, but it had never worked out. I
was never one for hobbies or sports either. The only real interest and
pleasure in my life was looking at pretty young girls, which, of
course, made me even more depressed since the ones I preferred were way
too young for me. I knew this obsession with teenage girls was part of
what kept me single and lonely, I just couldn't do anything about it.
Why would these pretty young girls want a 42 year old man, when they
had all those young athletic guys to choose from? I hated young
athletic guys. I hated them with a passion.
What I saw in the park that night a year ago was Jenny, my next-door
neighbour, and one of those hateful athletic guys. The two youngsters
were sitting close together on a secluded bench near the duck pond. I
was quite fond of Jenny, who had been one of the friendliest
neighbours I'd had had since moving here, so I wanted to say hi and
maybe meet her first boyfriend. Stepping closer I thought about making
a sound so as to warn them someone was coming. I didn't want to
embarrass them, breaking up an intimate moment; the beginnings of a
kiss even. I just wanted to say hello, and maybe enjoy some of
Jenny's good spirits and the happy bubbling laughter she always seemed
to have to spare.
Coming at them from the side I soon stopped dead in my tracks. I
realized they had come here to be alone, and I could plainly see why.
Jenny's hand was in her boyfriend's lap, her head snuggled on his
shoulder while she stared down at his exposed dick and her own moving
fist. Jesus! She was giving him a hand job! She was only thirteen -
she was in my own daughter's class for God's sake. How could this
little girl be wanking off boys in the park? How early do girls start
having sex these days anyway? I was shocked, stunned and also aroused,
although I didn't really want to be.
Hiding in the bushes I saw Jenny's slim hand move rhythmically in the
boy's lap, picking up speed as his breathing grew increasingly ragged
and gasping. He had his hand was under her dress, rubbing her thighs
and feeling her crotch. I could hear Jenny's voice:
"Is this good? Am I doing it right? Are you going to cum soon?" Her
little-girl voice sounded shrill and anxious in the quiet night.
"Sure. That's great Jen. Just keep going."
"Eeeew! It's getting all gooey. Did you cum already?"
"No... No, not yet. That's just pre-cum, Jen. Didn't you know that?"
Jenny's hand glistened in the moonlight, his cock drooling over it.
Her hand made a wet, squishy sound, moving steadily up and down. The
sound of a duck quacking startled me, and made Jenny giggle.
"Will it be messy? When you cum, I mean?"
"It'll be okay Jenny. Trust me. Just don't stop all the time."
She picked up her pace again, wanking his swollen member with little
jabbing motions. When he started to thrash around she said nervously
in a hushed voice:
"We should have brought a hanky or something. Tell me when you're
cumming - I don't want it on my dress."
She wasn't that lucky. Her good-for-nothing boyfriend gave her no
warning before grunting and shooting his load all over her. The guy
just grabbed her small, delicate hand tight in his own fist, jerking
his cum all over her dress. He must have been pretty hot for her,
because he shot several large splashes onto her tummy and in her lap
while jerking his body up against hers. She weakly tried to push him
away, but with one hand clamped tightly round his cock she didn't have
much success. Soon he slumped down on the bench again, releasing
Jenny's hand which she hurriedly snatched back. Eyeing the semen
covering her fingers with distaste, she wrinkled her cute nose and
wiped the sticky hand on a dry patch on her splattered dress.
"Shit, Richard! What do you think you're doing? You got it all over
me. Look at me! My dress is ruined. What's mum going to say when she
sees this?"
"I'm sorry Jen. I just lost it. Sorry. You gave me such a great hand
job."
"Yes, well, that's the last time I'm letting you talk me into doing
that!"
"Sorry Jen. Look, I've got to go. Dad said I had to be home by ten."
The boy got up to leave, not daring to look his girlfriend in the eye.
"What! You're leaving me like this? What am I going to do now? My
dress is all yucky. Christ, you're such an fucking idiot!"
The boy just mumbled something, leaving quickly into the darkness.
Jenny cried a bit when he left, giving a heartbroken sniffle and drying
her eyes with the back of her hand. I wanted to comfort her; to make
her see that not all guys were that insensitive. I quickly thought
better of it though. A grownup neighbour with a hard-on was probably
not the kind of comfort Jenny needed just then. I suppose I couldn't
honestly say I wouldn't have done the same as Richard at his age
either.
Looking herself over, Jenny tentatively traced a finger through the
semen on her dress. Then she did something I'll never forget. She
stood up and reached underneath her thin, blue summer dress and pulled
down her panties. The fabric of her dress clung wetly to her flat
tummy where her boyfriend had just shot his load. That, and the sight
of her white panties, made me dizzy with desire. She then
proceeded to wipe off the worst of his sticky wad with her panties,
rubbing her dress with them, making them all slick and sticky as well.
What really amazed me was that she actually put those wet knickers back
on before walking home. I guess it was the most obvious thing for her
to do in that situation, with no hanky or tissue at hand, but I have
never stopped fantasizing about it. I even snatched the same pair of
panties from the clothes line a week later, jacking off into them time
and time again. I usually imagined her wearing them to school, spunked-
up knickers sticking wetly to her crotch and thighs under the blue and
gray schoolgirl uniform she wore.
Well, I did get to have sex with Jenny. I wouldn't say she was
willing, although it was mostly with her consent. It all started when
she showed up on my doorstep one cold October night a year later.
Chapter 2
When the doorbell rang in the middle of the night I was sure something
awful had happened. I didn't have that many visitors, and certainly
not at this time of night. Jumping groggily out of bed, I rushed to
the door. I half expected to find a fireman, ready to escort me away
from what would soon be the smoldering remains of my house. Or maybe
a distraught neighbour, whose husband had just had a heart attack. I
did find a distraught neighbour, just not the kind I had expected.
Outside, shivering in the cold and leaning drunkenly against my
doorframe, was Jenny, the now fourteen-year-old girl from next door.
For all her sweet, natural beauty she still looked pretty out of it
tonight. Her face was pale in the glare of my unforgiving outdoor
light, and her blonde hair was in wild disarray. She had obviously been
crying, and by the looks of the knees of her low cut, red trousers she
had stumbled drunkenly to my door and probably crawled parts of the
way.
"Can.. Can I come in, Mr. Andrews... please?" she pleaded in a slurred
whimper. "Oh God, I'm just so... I don't feel so good."
Jenny brushed past me, the smell of alcohol and girlish perfume hanging
in the air behind her as she stumbled in without waiting for my answer.
As she slumped down on the only chair in the corridor I was
afraid she was going to pass out. Looking closer, now that she was
inside, I could see crusty remains of what looked like dried semen
splattered over her gray top and some on her neck as well. She looked
really sick, and I got scared for a moment. Then she opened her eyes
and whispered drunkenly:
"Sorry 'bout this Mr. Andrews."
I shut the door and turned towards her.
"My God Jenny, what's happened to you? Are you all right? Have you
been raped? What is it?"
I could hear the melodramatic sound my own words, but just couldn't
help myself. Here I was with a girl whom I had seen as way too young
to be out at this hour, a girl who was plainly drunk out of her mind
and incapable of taking care of herself. She looked as if someone had
indeed raped her, and I could certainly see how that might happen.
Even in her present state she was prettier than most, and her bare
tummy and luscious round ass were more than enough reason for any
hormone-ridden boy to attempt to have his way with her. In fact, the
mere sight of Jenny and her stained top was enough to give me a hard-
on, the memory of what I had seen her do in the park last summer
adding to my excitement.
Hearing the word "rape" Jenny looked up at me, embarrassment in her
eyes. Distractedly she felt the splatters of dried semen on her top
and neck while blushing. Fidgeting with the straps of her top she told
me what had happened, her eyes downcast.
"No.. no, I don't think so. I wasn't raped or anything. It's just...
There was this party at Katherine's, and I fell asleep. When I woke up
there was shouting and screaming. Katherine's parents came home early
and got really angry. They threw us all out. Threatened to call the
police, even."
So, my daughter had had a party without Janine knowing! I wasn't at all
pleased to hear that. Nor was I pleased with the way Janine and her new
husband had handled the situation when they found out. But most of all
I was sad. Sad that this new guy - this lawyer whose name I didn't
even want to say out loud - was already thought of as one of
Katherine's parents. She was MY daughter, not his! I wondered if she
called him dad. I didn't think so. I never heard any of the girls call
him that, but what was it like when I wasn't around?
Thinking about it, I suppose I had reason to be pleased that Janine
and the lawyer had reacted so harshly to Katherine's illicit party. I
would never have done that. I could do a lot of stupid things, but I
still have a memory of my teen years. I know how important a party is,
and how easily they get out of hand. I might break up a party, but I
would never overreact in this way. Such stupidity could only make me
look better in the eyes of my girls. I wanted to ask Jenny more about
this party. How was Katherine? Was she drinking? Where was eleven-
year-old Rachel during all this? However, looking at Jenny I soon
stopped thinking about that.
Jenny's pale face had a sheen of cold sweat and she was still
shivering slightly, though she seemed a bit more focused now. Getting
some heat into that scantily clad body had obviously done her some
good. I couldn't help but notice her small, firm breasts and her almost
total lack of any cleavage to speak of. I sucked in the details of her
appearance - her cute little nose, the soft, pouty, almost childlike
mouth. The titillating sight of her white bra straps peeking out from
under the straps of her top. Her bare, flat tummy and the elastic of
her white panties, just showing above the top of her low-cut jeans.
All these things made me feel faint and dizzy. Her presence had made
me so self-conscious, I was sure she could see right through me; see
my helpless lust for her teenage body radiating its presence in my
corridor. The room seemed to shrink and everything was focused on that
drunken, sick, but absolutely beautiful teenager slumped on my chair.
She was in my daughter's class! She was the same age as Katherine! She
had been to her party - that's why she was even here. I had no
business feeling like this, but that realization did not help at all.
"They just threw me out, without my jumper and everything. Once I was
outside in the cold, I noticed the wet stains on my top and remembered
this guy... Ray. He helped me up to Katherine's room. Then I just
passed out on her bed. He must have done something... Jacked off on me
or something... I don't know. Even my cheek was wet."
Jenny blushed deeply, but held my gaze, defying the embarrassing
nature of the words she had just spoken. It was as if she wouldn't
allow herself to be embarrassed by the pettiness of Ray's acts. She was
probably familiar with male lust, and seemed unsurprised that boys
would do such things. I guess that was only natural, considering her
looks, not to mention her experience in the park a year ago. I suppose
that wasn't the only time she had been groped or taken advantage of.
"What about your parents? Aren't they home? I can follow you over
there if you want. I really think you need to lie down. You don't look
at all well."
"I can't... I can't go home like this. I told my mum I was going to
spend the night at Katherine's. They don't know about the party. My
dad would have a fit. He'll even spank me if he finds out, and I hate
that. Can I stay here tonight? Please Mr. Andrews... I won't be any
trouble. I promise. Just let me stay. I'll sleep on the sofa."
There was no way I could say no to that. I find myself completely
unable to say no to any pretty teenage girl under any circumstance,
and right now I was acutely aware of my obvious arousal and the
potentially devastating possibility that she might see it too. After
all, she could hardly miss the raging hard-on straining against my
shorts.
Before I was able to answer, her gaze drifted down to my crotch and
she got a resigned, worldly look on her face.
"Jesus!" she muttered under her breath. Then, with a still drunken,
but louder voice:
"You seem to be a bit excited there, Mr. Andrews. Did I do that, or
was it the thought of what happened to me at Katherine's? You should
be ashamed of yourself, getting all worked up over someone taking
advantage of me. Just because this Ray bloke whacked off on me doesn't
mean it's okay for you to drool, you know."
Gone was the blushing and insecurity from seconds ago. I was no longer
a kind, friendly neighbour she had come to for help in an embarrassing
situation. I was just another guy lusting for her, and she seemed to
know how to handle that. I guess she felt in control, but at the same
time she didn't really seem to care. I suppose it wasn't a control she
wanted, she just seemed disinterested, even bored with the turn of
events.
"No, no. Its not that at all," I stuttered helplessly, trying to push
my erection back down into my shorts with little luck. "I just had a
dream. You woke me up, remember?"
"Yeah, right! Well, I really didn't want to see that, okay?" Jenny
sighed.
"It's not that... Really. I'm sorry. It's not that I wanted you to see
it. I mean, I'm not a flasher or anything. I'm more than twenty years
older than you for God's sake." I was stammering and not really making
much sense.
Sitting up a bit, Jenny shrugged and nodded to my crotch. "Look, I'll
wank you off if you let me stay without telling mum and dad. How about
that? Or you can do it to yourself while you look at me, if that's
what you want. You probably do it better than me anyway. I'm not
taking anything off, though. And don't shoot off all over me when you
cum, I've got enough laundry to do already."
Jenny was hit by a dizzy-spell and closed her eyes tight to regain
focus, her head reeling from the alcohol. Holding tightly on to the
seat of the chair, she tried to steady herself until the dizziness
passed. I remember thinking briefly that I hoped she didn't throw up
on my new carpet, then realizing I would rather she did that than
leave.
"No, come on Jenny. Don't be silly. Here, I'll help you to bed. I'll
take the sofa, you need the bed more than I do."
Looking back, I can't really believe I said that. Here I was with the
girl of my dreams offering me a hand-job, and I turned her down! I
guess I was just too embarrassed by my own lust, and being in
love/lust with her, I really wanted her to like me. So instead of
taking out my dick and letting Jenny go to it, I gave her my hand to
steady her and lead her to my bedroom. I was so much in awe of her
beauty that just having her in my home and sleeping in my bed felt
like enough just then. She got up, took my hand and walked the few
steps to my bedroom.
"I think I'm going to be sick," she gasped, reaching out to steady
herself against the wall.
"Come on, just lie down here and it'll pass. You'll sleep it off,
you'll see."
Jenny crashed on the bed face down, lying still, waiting for the
nausea to pass. Sitting on the side of the bed I glanced down, taking
in her girlish beauty - the fullness of her beautiful round butt and
swelling hips, the perfect sway of her back, accentuating her pert
butt covered in those tight red trousers, the top of her white cotton
panties peeking over the top made me stifle a groan, and it took all
my self-control not to reach out and touch her. I quickly looked up at
her face again so as not to get caught staring, but I knew I had gotten
carried away and it was too late. Just one look at her face revealed
that she knew what I had been staring at.
"I'll just leave you here then, Jenny. Call me if you need anything,"
I said hastily, jumping off the bed and heading for the door. Walking
was not comfortable or dignified in my present state of arousal, but I
just had to get away from that knowing look in her face.
"Ok, thanks. I feel a bit better now, I think."
In the corridor I pressed my cheek against the seat of the chair where
she had been sitting. The warmth from her butt still lingered, my mind
full of images of her perfect teenage body. That unblemished, soft
skin and her clear blue eyes...
A sudden noise from the bedroom made me jump, but I gathered it was
just Jenny shifting positions. Grabbing some spare sheets I made my
bed on the sofa in the living room.
Chapter 3
There was no way I was going to sleep without relieving myself. I
didn't even consider not jerking off. The moment I was under the
sheets I snuck my hand into my shorts and started to masturbate. Being
this excited I knew I would cum almost instantly, but even before I
got that far the door opened and Jenny came in. Still fully dressed
and quite obviously still drunk, she looked at me and said:
"Having a good wank there, Mr. Andrews? I told you I could do that for
you if you like."
"No! No, I don't want that at all Jenny. Of course not! Go back to bed
and you'll feel better in the morning"
"If you don't want me to wank you off then what's this, then?" She
looked a bit annoyed, holding out a pair of white cotton panties
bunched up in her hand.
My God! It was her panties! The ones I had stolen from her back garden
a year ago. It took me just a split second to remember that I hadn't
washed them for at least two weeks, and they had been completely
drenched in my cum several times since then. They were probably stiff
as cardboard by now. They must have been lying in my bed, and there
can't have been much doubt in her mind what I had been using them for.
Jenny scowled at me.
"I believe these are mine. Did you sneak in and steal them from the
hamper or something? What use could you possibly have of my knickers?"
I just bowed my head in shame, unable to look this pretty little
fourteen-year-old in the eye, now that she held the proof of my lust in
her hand.
"Tell me. What have you been doing with them?" she said, her girlish
voice louder and impatient, but at the same time strangely bored. She
obviously knew the answer already.
"I use them to masturbate," I whispered.
"What did you say? You use my panties to whack off with, is that it?
What do you do, wrap them around your dick and jack off with them? You
probably cum in them too, don't you? That's why they're so stiff!
Christ, you're such a perv." She didn't seem at all surprised, even
though I'm sure she didn't know about this before coming here tonight.
I guess now she just took it as given that I wanted her that bad.
"Yes, yes. It's just... I saw you and that boyfriend of yours in the
park last summer. You know, when that bastard couldn't control himself
and ruined your dress. And you used your panties to clean up after
him... And then you put them back on. I mean... They were full of
his... his.... And you put them back on! So afterwards I picked your
panties from the clothesline. I just couldn't help myself"
Jenny came over and sat down beside me on the sofa. She still smelled
of drink, but even more powerful was the clean, sweet smell of young
girl, with a hint of a watermelon fragrance I guessed came from some
kind of teen-girl perfume. She sat so close, I could feel her warmth
and tried not to stare at her or the panties in her hand. Jenny
leaned closer and said in a soft voice:
"It's ok. I understand Mr. Andrews. You got all worked up when Richard
came all over my dress and I used my panties to wipe it off. That's
understandable, I suppose. What do you say I give you that wank I
promised you now? I know you want to cum, you've been staring at me
ever since I came here. If you don't tell my parents about me being
drunk and all, I'll even let you cum on my knickers. You really want
that, don't you? I'll make it really good for you. You'll cum ever so
fast, I promise."
Without waiting for my reply Jenny reached out and pushed away the
sheets I used to cover myself, exposing my hard cock, all purple and
straining with excitement. Then she unbuttoned her tight red trousers
and tugged down the zipper. She didn't pull them off or anything, she
just let me see her white cotton panties by opening her fly and
pushing her trousers down as far as they would go in her sitting
position, which wasn't much really. She teasingly stroked my balls
before lightly grasping my cock with her hand, barely able to get her
little fist all the way around it.
"Oooh! It's all warm and icky! I think you're just about ready to cum,
aren't you? Does it excite you seeing me like this, my knickers and
all? They're the same kind you've been shooting your spunk into for a
year now, except now they're on me. Now they're covering my warm,
tight little pussy," she cooed, carefully stroking me ever so slowly.
Teasing me, expertly making it last.
Overwhelmed and shaking I reached out to touch her little breasts
through her bra and top. Immediately she let go of my prick and pushed
my hand away.
"Whoa! Stop that! No touching, OK?"
Jenny resumed her teasing wank, her slim fingers working up and down
my cock in a slow but steady motion.
"This isn't going to last long at all, is it?" she said with a slight
smirk. "You're going to shoot all over my panties, even though you know
I'm way too young for you. I bet you'd like to fuck me too. I bet you
want to pull my panties down and push your dick into me. That's not
even legal, you know. I'm only fourteen."
I just grunted, pressing myself up against her hand, knowing I was
just seconds from blowing my load.
"Tell me when you're about to cum."
The feeling was incredible. Her slow, steady hand motion, the sweet,
intoxicating smell of her youth and the sight of those white cotton
panties soon to be drenched in my cum was just too much. All I managed
was a croaking sound, letting her know I was cumming as I half stood
up from the sofa.
"You're cumming? Okay, just shoot your wad on my knickers." Jenny
swiftly pointed my erupting cock towards the white panties peeking
through the fly of her trousers. I felt myself loose it, and sprayed
my hot wet load over her crotch. Shot after shot of hot sticky cum
splashed over her panties and trousers, drenching her in my sperm.
Although she tried to direct it at her panties, there was just too
much of it. My frantic humping of her hand didn't help either. My
load went all over her belly, crotch and thighs as I released myself
over her sweet teen body.
I slumped against the sofa, regaining my breath as the last of my cum
dribbled over the back of her hand and down onto the carpet.
"God, what a mess. How come you guys have so much of that icky stuff?
You don't need that much sperm to get a girl pregnant, you know." She
let go of my dick and felt the cum on her panties with her fingertips,
even sliding her hand down over her panty-covered crotch, smearing my
goo down between her legs. While she did this she studied my reaction
with a sly smile. I was probably gaping. I can't really remember.
"Bet that felt good, eh? Wanted that for a long time, didn't you," she
smirked before pulling her trousers back on and buttoning up.
"How about we fix something to eat? Maybe that will stop me having to
puke. God, I have to stop drinking this much."
I looked up at her tight little ass and thin thighs. Suddenly she
seemed very young again - a child even. Bragging about her drinking
with such bravado just seemed childish to me. A pang of guilt shot
through me as I remembered she was only fourteen. This was a classmate
of my own daughter! Christ, if Katherine ever found out she would never
look at me again. Her father helplessly shooting his sperm over her
classmate's knickers like that! Not exactly the dad of your dreams, is
it?
Jenny got up and walked unsteadily towards the door, heading for the
kitchen. I pulled my shorts back up and followed her sheepishly,
amazed that she would walk around with the wet stains of my recent
ejaculation all over herself. She didn't really seem to notice or
care. Although I was still rattled by the experienced she almost
seemed to have put it behind her already, idly chatting like nothing
had happened.
Chapter 4
I had just redecorated my apartment and was actually rather proud of
how it had turned out. I had tried to create what I thought was a
stylish minimalist look, but under the gaze of this cute teen girl I
just felt it looked as if I had tried too hard. Strangely, I was
anxious what Jenny would think of my new kitchen although in hindsight
it seems weird I thought she would care. I just wanted her to think
well of me, but at the same time it was pretty clear to me she didn't
really care or like me all that much any more. My wanting her had
definitely changed her views of me for the worse, her treatment of me
more callous than it used to be when we were just neighbours. I,
however, was in an even more lust-crazed state than before. I
certainly felt I was loosing control of the situation, acting more
like an infatuated schoolboy than a man three times Jenny's age.
In the kitchen Jenny started making a sandwich, but had to give up
half way complaining about feeling sick again. She sat down heavily
(on one of my new designer chairs I might add), closing her eyes and
resting her head in her hands on the cool kitchen table. She had gone
quite pale again, and the sheen of cold sweat was back. She sat
like that for a long time, while I silently gawked at her. I just
couldn't get enough of her looks. This was my revenge for all those
pretty young girls on the street you can only glance at for a split
second before attracting attention to yourself. Here I had a live one
in my kitchen, and I could stare all I wanted. And I wanted to stare.
This cute young girl just excited me more than I can say. Guessing she
had fallen asleep, I started to wank under the table, drinking in her
beautiful blonde hair and the soft curves of her body, excited by the
mere fact that she was here.
"Please stop jerking off all the time, it's not nice. I just got you
off half an hour ago," Jenny muttered without looking up.
After a short while she started moaning softly, fidgeting with the
straps of her top again - seemingly a habit of hers when she got
distracted.
"God, I have to pee so bad, but I just can't get up right now or I'll
be sick," she whimpered, pressing her thighs together. She wiggled
around on the chair a bit, but every move seemed to make her feel even
sicker. Not wanting to get up, she pressed her left hand against her
crotch and tried to relax. Every now and then she would grunt and
press her hand harder between her legs, holding back from wetting
herself. She seemed more and more uncomfortable, and I got more and
more aroused. I didn't dare touch myself again after she told me off
last time, but her predicament seemed strangely sexy to me.
Jenny's wiggling increased again and suddenly she froze, then blurted
out an 'Oh no' and jumped up, staggering drunkenly towards the door.
As she left I saw a dark wet patch had spread slightly up her ass and
down her legs. She obviously hadn't been able to hold it any more and
wet herself. Not much, but still enough to make the crotch and seat of
her trousers damp. I followed her lithe figure as she ran towards the
loo, thighs pressed together. It should have looked ridiculous, and
her desperation should have made me pleased after the recent events
where she had been so clearly in control of the situation. Instead I
felt incredibly aroused at the sight of her gangly, desperate, drunken
walk, and the thought of Jenny wetting herself.
Flinging the door open, Jenny crashed into the bathroom. Struggling
with her zipper proved to take too long in her drunken state, and she
never made it in time. Overcome by nausea, and with her trousers only
half-way down, she fell to her knees retching helplessly into the
toilet bowl. I suppose I should have helped her in some way, at least
by wiped her forehead with a cool cloth or something, but the sight of
Jenny on her hands and knees with her trousers down nailed me in
place. I stared at her perfect bubblebutt sticking up in the air,
filling out those beautiful white cotton panties I had lusted after
for so long. Oblivious to anything else I stared at her ass - the dent
in her panties hiding the cleft of her butt - the cotton fabric not
quite snug enough to slip into the crack. The crotch of her panties
and the outline of her tight pussy seemed to draw me in - teasing me
to reach out and feel the warm, wet cotton against my hand. Although
her knickers had been a pristine white, parts of them had now taken on
a light yellow colour from her accident in the kitchen. The damp patch
stretching from between her legs and halfway up her ass was not enough
to make the rather thick cotton fabric of her panties transparent, but
I didn't have to see her pussy to get excited. This vision before me
was more than enough.
Grunting, Jenny reached blindly up and pulled the chain, flushing the
toilet before slumping back down and resting her head on the seat.
"Oh God, I'm so sick," she moaned into the bowl. Even now, with Jenny
helpless and on all fours and her ass in the air, I caught myself
being happy I had just cleaned the loo so she wouldn't think I was a
pig!
"I have to... I can't hold it... Oh God, I'm peeing myself!" Jenny
squirmed and started to cry before shuddering and throwing up a second
time. Meanwhile I stared at her upturned ass. Suddenly her knickers
became even wetter and pee started spurting through her panties,
pressing the fabric away from her crotch with its force, giving me a
quick peek of her pussy through the leg band. The light-yellow jet of
her pee shot backwards through her panties, splashing noisily across
the bathroom tiles. Grunting and crying Jenny emptied herself in her
panties, pissing them without control.
Hands shaking, I was hardly of aware pushing down my own underwear and
grabbing my throbbing hard-on. The excitement of watching Jenny
wetting herself was just too much for me, and I started cumming almost
immediately, shooting off over her ass and soaked panties. Wanking
furiously I shot my spunk up her back, my load splattering heavily
onto her gray top. She twitched a bit when my sperm hit the naked skin
at the small of her back, but she must have been too sick to look up.
Some cum even went into that silky blonde hair, while she lay there on
all fours crying and pissing her panties. The last of my load dribbled
down into her half-way-down jeans, mixing with her final trickle of
pee.
Mesmerized, I fell to my knees behind her, eyes focused on her
perfect butt and dripping knickers. Quickly I pressed my face
against the warm, wet, pissed-out seat of her panties, opening my
mouth and sucking the soaked gusset. The sweet, salty taste and faint
watered-out smell of her pee closed out the rest of the world to me.
My nose pressed against the wrinkled opening of her anus, feeling the
unevenness through the soaked cotton as I gleefully rubbed my face on
her wet ass. It was as if I was trying to disappear into the cleft of
this amazing young girls butt, sucking on the pee-soaked gusset of her
panties.
The intensity of the moment was abruptly shattered by Jenny sitting
up, drying her tears with the back of her hand, before casually
pushing me away from her ass. The sweet, salty crotch of her knickers
left my mouth as I reluctantly sat up. I swallowed what I had sucked
from her gusset, savoring her sweet girl taste, and then the moment
was definitely over.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing? No touching, remember!"
That was all she said to me then, although I saw her idly register the
dripping, spent penis hanging over the top of my shorts. Feeling her
back, she looked at her hand now covered in my semen before wiping it
off on her tummy. Glancing at me knowingly, she gave me a
condescending smile.
"That really got you going, didn't it? Me wetting myself like that?
You must have shot even more gunk than last time. Bet you would have
enjoyed it even more if I sat on you face before peeing through my
knickers? Christ, Mr. Andrews, you really are a perv! Want me in the
worst possible way, don't you?" she sniggered.
Even with her head just out of the toilet bowl, pissed out panties and
my cum all over her back, Jenny still talked down to me with a
confidence that betrayed knowledge of the spell she held over me. And
of course she was right. She had lost control and accidentally wet
herself, but I had revealed even more by my reaction to it all. This
was more than a quick wank to me, there was no doubt about that. There
was no going back in our relationship now. I wanted her more than
anything I could ever imagine, and she knew it. And the worst thing
was that she couldn't care less. She even seemed vaguely amused at my
lust and lack of control. She knew she could get me to do anything,
and she knew I knew she knew. But there just wasn't anything she could
be bothered to do with that power.
"Damn, you're just too much," she sighed in a resigned voice.
I tried to play it cool and act like nothing had happened, but I guess
it was pretty unconvincing. The taste of her was still in my mouth as I
hurriedly covered myself up.
"Are you OK? Feel any better now, Jenny?."
"I feel much better, no thanks to you," she said; annoyed maybe, but
not angry.
"God, what a mess. Sorry about your bathroom Mr. Andrews. I think I
got some pee on your towel there too. I hope you're not mad at me, but
then I suppose you enjoyed this more than I did. Help me clean up,
would you?"
Jenny got off the floor, pulling her wet trousers back on. The wetness
made it hard to get those tight red trousers back up, and she had to
jump up and down a bit, pulling to get them on. I wanted this moment,
this amazing turn of events in my bathroom, to last forever, but it
was most definitely over.
Chapter 5
"No peeking now, Mr. Andrews," Jenny giggled.
In a surprising show of modesty she had insisted on undressing behind
the shower curtain where I couldn't see her naked body.
"Could you wash these for me? I don't know how to operate your
machine. Or any machine for that matter!" Jenny giggled again,
throwing her dirty clothes out to me. She seemed happy now her
sickness had passed, and I was happy she was happy.
"It would be really great if you could get them dry by tomorrow so my
dad doesn't have to know about what happened tonight."
I don't know if it was meant as some sort of threat or if it was
simply a statement of fact, but the mention of her dad sure made me
get a move on with those clothes.
Jenny showered and dried herself behind the shower curtain while I
cleaned up the rest of the mess on my bathroom floor. Wrapped in a
towel and with her hair still wet, Jenny left for my bedroom with a
casual glance over her shoulder.
"Wake me up at eleven, will you. I need to get home before my parents
think of calling Katherine."
I sat drinking tea in the kitchen, waiting for the washing machine to
finish, moving her now clean clothes to the drier. After that I
decided to go to bed myself. I was intent on sleeping on the sofa, not
daring to slip into bed with Jenny, but I just had to take a peek at
her first. Since her clothes were in the drier she would be naked
under the sheets, and I gathered this was my chance to look at that
delicate, lithe little body of hers in all its naked teenage glory.
Slipping into the bedroom I noticed Jenny was sound asleep, lying on
her side facing the wall, her breathing even and heavy. Gently I
lifted the sheets expecting to take in the sight of her tight naked
ass. Initially I was disappointed to see she had grabbed one of my T-
shirts from the cupboard. She was also wearing a pair of white cotton
panties like the ones I had just put in the drier. I realized she must
be wearing the pair of knickers I had swiped a year earlier, all
crusty and stiff from two weeks of me blowing my wad in them. Damn,
that was sexy!
Pushing down my shorts, I quietly slipped into bed behind her, wanking
slowly at the sight of her panty-covered butt once again. The white
cotton fabric outlined the bulge of her sweet teen pussy before
disappearing between her thighs. Her body radiated heat, probably more
so from burning off the alcohol she had drunk earlier, but she still
had that fresh young girl smell on her. Her thighs were so slim they
never touched from her knees up. I didn't dare touch her, jacking off
with as little motion as my self-control would allow. If she woke up
now she would surely throw me out of bed with an acid comment or two,
and I wasn't going to take that chance.
Having cum twice already it took a while, even with the undisturbed
image of this teen goddess before me, but soon I was ready to cum
again. While trying to control my shaking, I slipped my dick into the
open crack between her thighs, pressing lightly against the gusset of
her panties. Urgently I rubbed myself up against Jenny's panty-covered
crotch, taking care not to press the rest of my body against hers in
case it would wake her up. Whatever cum I had left sprayed out between
her thighs and onto the sheets in front of her, the rest soaking her
knickers and the top of her thighs. Jenny grunted in her sleep,
rolling away from me onto her tummy on the stained sheets. My cock
slipped from between her legs leaving a wet, sticky trail down the
back of her left thigh. Silently I slid out of her bed and pulled the
sheets back up, before tiptoeing to the sofa to finally get some
sleep. The last thought in my mind as I drifted off to sleep was Jenny
lying face down in my wet, cum-stained sheets, sperm soaking into the
cotton fabric of her panties.
**************
The next morning Jenny stayed for breakfast. She was pleased I had
managed to get her clothes dry, but hardly spared me a word, acting as
if I wasn't even there. She didn't really do this in an angry or
deliberate manner, she just casually overlooked me while eating her
toast and drinking orange juice straight from the carton. I still have
that carton. Her incessant fidgeting with the straps of her top should
have annoyed me, but I just found it charming.
Afterwards she politely thanked me for letting her stay the night. I
thought I had got away with my last escapade in her bed, until she
added:
"Oh, and by the way. I really didn't appreciate what you did while I
was asleep. When I woke up, I felt like I was glued to the sheets. I'm
taking those knickers back, just for you being so nasty. So there!"
I mumbled an apology, but Jenny just shrugged.
Before she left, I asked:
"Jenny. Do you think... Could I have your panties? Just as a
souvenir?"
"Well, I wouldn't want you to go without your daily wank now, would I?
If you give me a tenner I'll let you have the knickers I'm wearing
right now. You know, the ones covering my pussy right this moment.
Then you can whack off with them as much as you like. And you really
like that, don't you? Covering my panties in spunk."
I knew she was teasing me, but I just wasn't prepared to see her go
without leaving me something to remember her by.
"Ok, Jenny. That would be great. Thanks."
"Hang on, I'll go change. I'll just have to wear the stiff old ones
you stole last time." She winked at me before closing the bedroom
door.
Coming back out, Jenny pressed her bunched up white cotton panties
into my hand, snatching the tenner I held out to her. The soft cotton
was warm, and I savored the remains of her body heat in my palm.
"Why don't you stay a bit. I'll make you a nice lunch and you can
watch cartoons on the TV all you like."
Jenny just looked at me, surprised and amused by my suggestion. She
shook her head.
"Don't strain yourself jacking off over me now, Mr. Andrews," she
smirked, wiggling her bum at me. Her bubblebutt looked amazing in
those tight red jeans. She also let her hand casually stroke her
tiny breasts, but I think that was more coincidental than designed to
tease me.
"I really have to leave now, or I'll pee myself again. All that orange
juice really made me have to go. Shame you can't come and watch." With
a condescending smile she was off, making sure none of the neighbours
saw her leave my house.
I quickly shut the door and returned to my living room, Jenny's
knickers in my clenched fist. I pressed them to my face, smelling her
scent and feeling the remains of her body heat from the seat where her
butt had just been. There were no pubic hairs her panties, but then I
guessed she wasn't very well endowed in that area. From what I
remembered from the quick peek when she had peed herself in the
bathroom, her blonde pubic hair was sparse and looked almost molded
to her. If it wasn't just my imagination her pussy had been closed
tight, almost like a clam bulging out between those thin thighs of
hers. Not a hint of looseness, just tight teenage pussy-crack. Of
course, with only a quarter of a second's peek through the leg band of
her panties it could well be my imagination. All I knew was I needed
more of her. Much more.
Chapter 6
After walking around in a haze for almost a week, I decided it was
time to pull myself together. The events involving Jenny had taken
over my life in the days following that special night, even to the
degree that I called in sick at work so I would be home in case she
decided to drop by after school. I soon realized that just wasn't
going to happen. One of the main reasons I realized this was that when
I met Jenny hanging out with her friends, she would tease me
ruthlessly.
The first time I saw her again was when I was walking home from the
shops, weighed down by the coming week's groceries. I spotted Jenny
hanging out with four of her girlfriends, all still dressed in their
schoolgirl uniforms. My heart jumped just from seeing her, and I
actually felt a shiver from the bottom of my spine. I was also very
relieved that Katherine wasn't there. Seeing the two of them together
would definitely make me feel very uncomfortable.
I loved the way these young girls looked in their schoolgirl uniforms.
Long slim legs disappearing under gray pleated skirts, jumpers and
crisp, white blouses almost hiding the fact their chests were still
developing. Delicate little feet and calves in knee socks and sensible
shoes. Their school ties were always crooked and loosened, now that
they were out of sight of their teachers. Three of the girls, including
Jenny, wore their hair in a ponytail which I think makes young girls
look absolutely stunning. I had always been fascinated by what was
under those short pleated skirts, only occasionally catching a glimpse
of their schoolgirl panties when riding an escalator or when the girls
were sitting down, legs uncrossed.
Nearing the group of young girls I saw Jenny spot me and give me a sly
smile. She called my name, urging me to come over. I noticed some of
the other girls suppress a giggle, glancing from Jenny to me and back
again, as I stopped by the small group setting down my groceries on
the pavement.
"Hello, Mr. Andrews. How are you?"
"Fine thank you, Jenny - Girls." I gave each of Jenny's friends a nod,
giving them a once-over at the same time, and was rewarded with a shy
giggle or a blush.
"So, you've been shopping Mr. Andrews. Did you see anything you liked?
In the shop I mean?"
Jenny stooped over my groceries with deliberate slowness, flashing me
a long, good look up her skirt, the lower part of her panties in my
plain view. She gave her bum a slight wriggle, while I just stared
dumbly at her taut little ass. I'm pretty sure my mouth fell open.
There was an audible gasp of shock from the rest of the girls, before
the outbreak of muffled giggles, the young girls nudging each other
while nodding in my direction. Looking up from the wonderful sight of
Jenny's delicious panties, I was mortified by the way she had caught
me out.
"It's so hard to shop" Jenny sighed theatrically. "There's always so
much I want that I can't have." She flashed me the cutest, innocent
little smile, her piercing eyes adding to my embarrassment. "Don't you
think so too, Mr. Andrews?"
"I don't know, Jenny. Maybe... I suppose..."
With a little wink she turned away from me, facing the rest of the
group. The girls were falling over themselves giggling.
"Bye then, Mr. Andrews," Jenny said over her shoulder. "I expect
you'll be seeing me around."
The group of schoolgirls resumed their talking, one of them pulling
out a packet of cigarettes before they walked off looking for a place
to sneak a smoke. Turning the corner, one or two of them gave me an
amused glance before disappearing, but not Jenny. I picked up my
groceries and walked home feeling queasy, but also faintly aroused by
what had happened. Damn, that girl knew how to turn a bloke on. One
wiggle of that cute schoolgirl butt of hers and she would have any man
groveling at her feet. This had to end, or I'd be the laughing stock
of the neighbourhood, not to mention that Katherine would not be
pleased: 'Yes. That's my dad. The one with his eyes glued to my friends
ass'. No, not pleased at all.
The following days I avoided Jenny, taking a detour every time I
spotted her. I felt better, finally pulling myself together. I spent
some time with my daughters, uneasily at first, but more confident
when I surmised Jenny had said nothing.
**************
The whole idea of getting my life back together came to an abrupt halt
when Jenny came to see me again. I was determined not to let her past
the door this time, but I must admit that all it took was a smile from
her and I was gone. I let her pass me, once again catching a whiff of
watermelon fragrance from her skin as she disappeared inside. She threw
her jacket on the chair and slipped her shoes off in the corridor, her
dainty feet and knee socks softly padding across the floor into my
living room. I noticed her characteristic walk; gangly, knock-kneed,
her toes pointing slightly inwards. I sighed and followed, surprised
that she had come here.
"I think you have been avoiding me Mr. Andrews. Makes me feel a bit
unwanted, you know."
"Yes. Well, Jenny. It just that you seem to be intent on teasing me
all the time, and I can't really cope with that you see. And, by the
way, I think it's okay for you to call me John now, everything
considered."
I was proud of myself. My voice didn't falter and I wasn't staring.
She was a little girl and I was a grown man. I was determined not to
let her get to me this time, and I told myself I was at least partly
succeeding. But of course I wasn't really succeeding all that well. I
may have been calm on the outside, but deep down I knew there was
nothing I could really deny this girl if she could just be bothered
to ask.
"Yeah. Sorry about that. It's just... You can't really help yourself,
can you? One flash of my knickers and you're a zombie." She smiled,
not unkindly this time.
"Look, Jenny. This has to stop. You're much too young to treat me this
way, and anyway, if Katherine ever found out I'd never be able to look
at her again. You have to stop teasing me in front of your friends,
it's not fair to Katherine."
"I suppose you're right. I like Katherine anyway. I wouldn't want that
lawyer friend of her mum's to make mincemeat out of you in court
either. I hate that guy, he's a real wanker. Ooops! Sorry Mr.
Andrews!" Jenny flashed me a dirty smile. "Well, that's not really why
I came to see you anyway."
"You mustn't let Katherine know. Promise me that, Jenny."
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Let me finish, will you. I have a proposition
for you."
What could she mean? A proposition? In a flash my mind was filled with
images of Jenny. Jenny's panties. Her wiggling butt. Her ass in the
air in my bathroom. My imagination ran wild, picturing her naked body
and her inviting cunt. Her tight teen pussy wrapped around my cock.
Jenny from behind. Jenny on her back. Jenny on her side...
"Hey! Mr. Andrews! John! Stay with me now! It's not like I'm going to
blackmail you or anything. I just want to make you an offer. We both
know you want what's under my skirt, and something just happened which
gave me an idea."
"What's that then, Jenny?"
"Well, me and my friend Hannah were taking the bus earlier. We'd been
out shopping, spending way too much as usual, when this older guy got
on the bus with us. Hannah - she's pretty wild - she had an idea. We
decided to flash him our knickers and get him to pay us a bit of
money. Well, he turned out to be more than willing. Even paid us
twenty quid each to get him off."
"Christ, Jenny! What were you thinking? That guy could have been
dangerous."
"Yes, well. He certainly was a pervert. Felt me up - even stuck his
head up my skirt and sniffed my knickers. Hannah ended up whacking him
off, and he came all over me. Look!"
Jenny lifted her gray pleated skirt revealing a pair of blue gingham
panties, the crotch stained with the strangers recent ejaculation.
"Luckily Hannah licked most of it off again, or it'd be a right mess.
The point is, Mr. Andrews, it gave me an idea. I know you fancy me,
and you probably want to do those things to me as well. You know, feel
me up and stuff. And maybe you would be prepared to compensate me for
it, so to speak? What do you think? Would you want to see a bit more
of me? Touch my knickers and things like that. I could even wet myself
for you, if you want. You seem to like that a lot."
I didn't really stop to think at all, I just blurted out:
"How much do you want?"
"Look, it's not really money I want. Not just money anyway. You see, I
really hate school. It's just so difficult all the time. The teachers
are all so stuffy and they won't even let you smoke in the playground.
It's so boring and I'd rather just stay in and watch telly, but of
course mum won't let me. So I thought maybe you could get me a doctors
note or something, and then I could come here instead of school
without mum and dad knowing." Jenny was talking fast, clearly pleased
with the plan she had thought up. "You'll have to pay me a bit as well
of course. Just for sweets and cigarettes and things. I'll slip over
to your place for the day, you'll give me some money - let's say
twenty pounds - and none will be the wiser. You get to stay with me
and gawk at me all day, feeling me up and stuff, and I get to skip
school. You'll let me smoke too, right? What do you say? Half a day
with me for twenty quid?"
"How far will you let me go?"
"You can't, like, do me or anything. I haven't really done it yet, and
I'm not giving you my cherry for twenty pounds. So no, you know...
shagging or anything, but I'll let you do pretty much anything else.
I'll even let you wee on me if you like, and I'm sure you would." she
giggled at the thought, blushing slightly from what she had just said.
"I'll wear my school uniform. I bet that turns you on. You'll need to
get me a spare though, or we'll definitely get caught."
"Will you, um..., give me a blowjob?"
"Yuck! I'm not putting your thing in my mouth, that's for sure. I've
never done that for anyone, and I'm never going to either." Jenny
wrinkled her pretty little nose at the thought.
"Okay, Jenny. Just wanted to clear that up. Twenty pounds is a lot of
money though. And how am I going to swing a doctors note?"
"You'll think of something. I'm sure you'll try your hardest." She
smiled the cutest of smiles. "You'll get to see me naked and
everything."
"That's nice Jenny, but still... Okay, It's a deal I guess. I'll pay
you twenty, get you a doctors note for school, and you'll sneak over
here for the day. You'll need to tell me in advance though, so I can
get off work."
"OK. Tomorrow is Saturday, and you'll need a day or two to speak to a
doctor, but Thursday should be fine. I have a test then, and I really
don't want to take it. What do you say?"
"Great. Thursday it is. That's a long time, though. Not sure I can
wait that long." I shifted uncomfortably, my hard-on trapped painfully
in my trousers. I didn't mind her seeing my excitement now that I had
all but admitted my crush on her. I was so pleased with this new
arrangement we had made, I couldn't really believe my luck. All my
thoughts about getting over Jenny, how messing around with her would
only lead to tears, were gone. Way back in my mind however I was
disappointed at how fast I had caved in, since I didn't really put up a
fight at all. I just couldn't think straight when she was in the room
with me. All my senses were in overload, and all I could think of was
how badly I wanted her.
"Why, Mr. Andrews! You're asking for a freebie, aren't you? Well, I
suppose you're entitled considering the way I was teasing you
earlier."
Jenny kept fiddling with the V-neck of her jumper, seemingly pleased
with the prospects of all that money and free time in the near future.
I don't know why she kept calling me Mr. Andrews and not John. Maybe
she preferred the distance.
Moving closer, I slowly reached out and held her head in my hands,
carefully, as if it could break. I moved in to kiss her, her blonde
hair feeling impossibly soft under my fingers. She hesitated at first,
maybe considering if kissing was part of the arrangement, but she
didn't pull away. Her mouth was half open, her full lips soft and
loose, the way they often are with young girls. I pressed my mouth
carefully against hers, tasting bubblegum on her breath. She giggled
and pulled away.
"Come on, let's go to the bathroom. I have to go and you can watch if
you like." Jenny scampered off, her butt wiggling as she went. "I
told that guy we met on the bus I had to wee, but I don't think he was
all that interested."
"How do you want me to do it?" Jenny asked, lifting her pleated skirt
and jumping urgently from foot to foot as she awaited my answer, her
dainty feet making soft noises on the tiled floor. "Hurry up and
decide. I - really - need to go."
"Do it like you normally do, just don't take your panties off first."
Jenny held up her skirt as she sat down, displaying her gingham
panties to me.
"Oooh. This feels a bit weird, Mr. Andrews. Me doing it right in my
knickers with you looking. I'm just bursting, though. Couldn't hold it
any longer if I had to."
I stared at the swelling of her mound outlined against the fabric of
her panties. She pulled the crotch of her panties aside, giving me a
quick peek of her naked blonde cunt, but there wasn't really any time
for that. She let her panties slip back into place and sighed,
relaxing. A small, wet patch appeared on her panties, then spread down
between her legs before a jet of yellow fluid spurted out, splashing
noisily into the toilet. Jenny grunted, pissing her panties with
force.
"It's okay if you want to take it out and wank, Mr. Andrews. I won't
mind. After all, I'll be seeing a lot of that now, won't I?"
While releasing my hard cock from the confinement of my trousers, I
carefully touched her yellow stream with my other hand. The warm pee
filled my cupped hand, overflowing into the bowl. Slowly I pressed my
hand to her panties, feeling the force of her spurts against the palm
of my hand, her pee spraying up her panties onto her tummy.
"Careful! We don't want to get my clothes all wet."
Her peeing gradually lost its force, reduced to a dribble through the
gusset and leg bands of her panties. Rubbing her, I felt her cunt
through the warm, wet fabric, lightly pressing her panties into her
pussy. Quickly I snuck a finger through the leg band of her panties and
traced the outline of her pussy slit from the top and downwards with
my finger, releasing her soaked panties from her still dripping twat
as I went. Following the backward motion through, I stopped when my
finger rested on the wrinkled, wet opening of her ass. Giving a gentle
push, my finger sunk into her bum just a little bit, before her
asshole gripped my finger tightly as Jenny wriggled on the seat with
surprise. That brought me over the edge, and I came with several hard
spurts, spilling my seed onto the bathroom floor.
"Christ! You really are a perv, Mr. Andrews. I mean, really! Sticking
your finger up my arse like that! You could at least warned me first."
Jenny snorted, regaining her composure as I rapidly withdrew my hand
from under her.
She got up and pulled off her soaked panties, wringing them out over
the sink before drying herself with my towel and then slipping her
panties back on under her skirt. I rose and zipped up, ashamed, but
not as much as I had been earlier. After all, the cat was out of the
bag now. She knew well enough how badly I wanted her and the extent of
my obsession. I would do anything she asked, and I suppose I should
count myself lucky she couldn't really be bothered to test this out.
If she had wanted, she could have humiliated me far worse than just
giving me a cold shoulder.
"Eeeeew. What's that?" Jenny looked down at her dainty feet, toes
wiggling in her socks. She had stepped in my cum on the floor, the
semen soaking into the soles of her knee socks.
"Yuck! I got your stuff on my socks! You really need to get me that
spare school uniform before Thursday. I can't let my mum see me with
your icky goo all over me like this, or we'll get caught for sure."
"Sorry about that, Jenny. I just really like it when you wet yourself
like that. Don't be upset."
"I'd better get going anyway, before mum and dad come home. My skirt
might get wet too, what with my damp undies and all."
Jenny left in a huff. She was annoyed with the sticky knee socks, not
really wanting to have to slip her feet into her shoes in such a
state, but still promised to be back on Thursday. I couldn't wait.
Chapter 7
I managed to arrange a doctor's note for Jenny, paying an old friend
of mine two hundred pounds for a document stating a rare illness which
meant Jenny could come and go to school as she liked. The price was
steep, but I was confident it would be worth it. I had thought the
waiting would be hard, but it was okay. I was nervous and distracted
at work, which turned out to be a good thing when I called in sick on
Thursday morning, since they had noticed I hadn't been myself
recently.
Just after half past eight Jenny rang my door and I let her in. She
was nervous too, telling me her dad had offered her a lift to school,
which she just managed to avoid by stalling until he had to leave
without her. She looked gorgeous, her eyes sparkling with excitement
over the naughty thing she was doing - skipping school to stay at my
place watching TV all day, smoking and doing those things she wasn't
normally allowed to do. I don't think she had really thought too much
about her end of the bargain, probably seeing it more as a necessary,
but bothersome task - something she had to do, or let me do, once in a
while to keep the deal going.
"So, you managed to find a doctor then?"
"Yes. Yes I did. It didn't come cheap, though."
"Good. I wouldn't want to seem cheap now, would I?" Jenny gave me a
crooked smile. She seemed happy. "What about the clothes? Did you get
them?"
"Sure, they're in the bedroom. They're just like the ones you're
wearing now. You can change into them when you go home, and I'll wash
these for next time."
"I'm sure that's all you'll do with them, right?" She laughed, her
voice happy and amused. Maybe this wouldn't be as bad as earlier?
Maybe she would be less indifferent? She was certainly enthusiastic
enough now, all rosy cheeked and energetic.
Jenny wore her hair in a long ponytail as usual. I watched her slender
figure, dressed enticingly in that sexy schoolgirl uniform, as she
walked slowly around the room, picking up things here and there,
studying them before putting them back. Her legs seemed impossibly
long and thin before disappearing under the gray pleated skirt. She
wore navy blue knee socks, and I noticed she would sometimes wiggle her
toes in them when looking at something she had picked up. A white
blouse and navy V-neck jumper covered her small breasts, the V-neck
loose and worn on one side, probably from her habit of fidgeting with
her clothing. She wore a simple gold chain with a heart on it around
her neck, the gold heart resting between the open buttons of her
blouse. Jenny saw me looking, raised her eyebrows and then lifted her
skirt, giving me a brief look at her panties.
"I wore these today. You seem to like the white cotton ones."
"They're just perfect Jenny."
"You're funny" she said smiling.
I had waited so long, my restraint was failing. Pushing her gently up
against the wall, I traced my hand up her thigh, under her skirt and
stroked her soft panties. I pressed myself against her, letting her
feel my erection against her tummy.
"Hey! Not so fast Mr. Andrews. I just got here, for Christ's sake.
You'll get in my knickers soon enough. Why don't you show me around
first. And then there's that little business of the twenty quid you
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