Daisy's Wannabee Plan by UK Snowy


OEBut what about Pippin Mummy?' whined Daisy, her bright blue eyes already
welling with tears.
OEAnd Dubs?' asked Oliver, looking anxiously at Robina.
OEThey will stay here, don't you see,' said Robina, cooking at the Aga. OEIt
will be alright, you and Daisy will be able to come and ride the ponies as
usual.'
OEI'm still not sure about it,' grumbled Mark as he entered the kitchen,
glancing at Daisy who was perched on the table. Her knees were grubby with
mud and some straw was still attached to her tartan skirt hem. As he passed
her, he thrust her baseball cap on her lap and she smuggled it into her lap
with a little gasp of thanks. He wiped a slimy smear from her cheek and
gulped thankfully, thinking he was getting too blas  about things.
OEOh Mark, Look - we've accepted the offer and it suits us both. You want to
get back to town life and the children will be better at one school. We
can't spend hours transporting them to hundreds of schools in the area,'
said Robina testily.
OEHundreds!' Mark exploded. OEThe one good school in the area which is in
reasonable distance to the new place and let's us both do the jobs we love,
is in Colchester. Not hundreds   one!'
OEI think it will be perfect,' muttered his wife, stirring a home-made soup.

Iona and Wallace dashed into the big kitchen and told them that a big car
was coming up the drive. Mark and Robina went outside - followed by three of
the five Horrocks children Oliver, 10, Iona, 6 and little Penelope, 2. Daisy
and Wallace stayed behind.
OEDaisy, you haven't any knickers on,' exclaimed Wallace, peering up the gap
between the eight year olds legs.
She clamped her thighs together, making her Wellington boots slap and
blushed.
OEEr! Oh yes, I had to go peepee in the barn and took them off. They must be
still there,' she lied and wondered where the undergarment could be. Mummy
and Daddy would be furious, especially Daddy.
Wallace who was eleven - left her to go to his room. Daisy slid off the
table and popped into the downstairs toilet of the huge old converted mill
that was soon to be vacated as the Horrocks country home. She found a jar of
moisturiser cream and flicked some gently onto her little pussy, which did
look quite red. It certainly was sore, but this was her fault for not
replenishing the cream on the shelf in the barn. She remembered as she
arrived at the top of the ladder and everything got started so she put up
with it   not for the first time. The voices swelled outside and she tore
upstairs and pulled on a clean pair of dainty pink edged knickers, then put
the money from her shirt pocket into the special hiding place before joining
the family and their guest downstairs.

OESo you're a publisher Mark?' boomed Jon Deloine, placing his coffee mug on
a table. OEAny thing I would have read?'
OENot unless you're into technical journals on science,' Mark chuckled
exposing his slightly protruding top teeth. OEI do publish work by Robina
also. She's a medical writer and does freelance for various companies and I
usually get to publish those too.'
OEHe does stuff for my sister too, but that's a different market and oodles
more lucrative isn't it darling?' said Robina slyly, glad she hadn't worn a
bra today. She had her reasons and shuffled forward on the chair. Her big
breasts wobbled.
Mark glared at her and she grinned cheekily back at him. Jon didn't respond,
although seeing her boobs bob about and asked where their offices were.
OEWe both work from home, so location is not important for that, but the
schooling is,' said Mark waving his hand across the five obedient, quiet
children.
Deloine's dark eyes scanned over the handsome blonde brood, noticing
Robina's quite dark red hair and Mark's balding blonde pate. Robina almost
swooned when Jon grinned happily at her. She had been told by the estate
agent's secretary, who she had got to know quite well, that the buyer was a
handsome black man, but this was exceptional. His truly handsome, but
pugnacious black face framed by the shock of curly black hair in retro Afro
style, seemed to put him in the 70s but she knew he was a very wealthy PR
man with fingers in many of the media pies. Little did she know that when he
had left his apartment in London that morning, it was still occupied by a
blonde member of a top five piece singing group who had felt his finger as
well as his average sized dick in her pie all night.

OEWhat business are you in Mr Del  er Jon,' she asked, correcting herself as
Jon frowned at her intention to use formality. He leaned forward to answer
her and she saw the bulge of his balls - shielded by finely woven
fashionably loose cotton slacks, slide over the edge of his chair. Another
well hung coloured guy, she mused, harking back to her college and
university days when she sought them out and shagged them. She had at least
got Jon's well hung description correct with regard to his testicles. They
were huge and balanced out some females disappointment when unveiling his
seven thin inches.
Iona took Penelope outside.
OEPop music mostly Robina,' answered Jon, immediately noticing Daisy's eyes
light up and smile. OEI produce bands, find them, promote them, all sorts.'
He nodded pointedly at Daisy's unconcealed excitement and Mark laughed.
OE She wants to be a pop singer. Honestly these kids,' he added airily.
OE Can we still come and ride our ponies Mr Deloine?' asked Oliver earnestly.
OE Ollie,' growled Mark.
OENo worries, Mark. Yes of course you can Oliver. There's no way I will
bother you or vice versa with all that paddock and stables out there. In
fact I thought you might be able to help me set it up as a stable or stud or
something that suits,' said Jon.
OEDaisy rides Pippin and my pony is Dubs,' said the lad defiantly as his
father scowled.
OEThey will come over with one of us, Together most times but sometimes just
one of them,' said Robina. OEWe'll always let you know of course.'
At that moment, little Iona wandered through clutching a not too happy duck.
She walked purposely towards Jon and he didn't know where to look as the
child had obviously scooped up the bird together with her blue denim smock.
The family couldn't see what he could which was the little girl's pants
tightly gathered over her puffy quim as she stretched the material upwards
in her effort to support the fat fowl.
OEThis is Marigold,' Iona lisped at Jon. OEWe are taking her with us.'
OEYes of course my dear. I can see she means a lot to you,' said Jon.
Iona turned round triumphantly just as Robina was uttering her name in
embarrassment at the way the child had walked straight through the
conversation. Her tone changed dramatically.
OEIona!' she spluttered, seeing the child's exposed thighs and knicker clad
under belly.
Robina dashed forward and grabbed her second youngest and ushered her to the
back door at the same time sorting out her dress with chastising comments to
be more careful.

The incident was laughed away and the house was toured yet again, the buyer
remaining enthusiastic over the odd problem areas of the building and the
mill stream. The children gradually losing interest and scattering leaving
the adults to discuss exchange dates, fixtures and fittings and all the
ramifications of moving house. Daisy went to the barn and frantically hunted
for her lost knickers. She went up to the loft and saw Mark's body warmer on
top of a straw bale. The khaki coloured sleeveless garment was searched and
she found a tin of tobacco, an empty brown envelope with scribbles on it,
some keys and a crumpled up tissue, but no tiny panties.

She got to the yard as Jon was leaving. Mark had gone to answer the phone.
Robina was leaning against the 4 x 4 SUV, smiling at the tall black man, not
really listening to his glowing comments about the property and thinking she
would revisit her early sex desires once they settled in town. Not many
black guys lived in the Suffolk villages surrounding the old mill. Mark had
strangely gone off sex with her over the last two years, for which she
blamed herself after Penelope's difficult birth and lengthy breast feeding.
She was also irritated at the way the gusset of her blue French knickers had
infiltrated her hairy crack and was being munched every time she moved. This
brought home the fact that she was quite damp down there too.

Daisy hung to her mother's dress, testing it's stitch strength as she tried
to peep into the tall vehicle. Jon noticed how Robina's heavy breasts
swelled against her clothing and saw her nipples clearly jutting through the
thin cotton. No brassiere he guessed. He liked big boobs and was quite
excited about the date he had in the evening, with a notorious blonde Page
Three model of tiny intellect but the most enormous silicone enhanced
knockers.
OEDaisy,' whined her mother, irritated at the child's persistence.
With that, Jon stooped and swept up Daisy who giggled delightfully as he
thrust her against the window. He felt her firm lithe little body, hot in
his enormous hands, her wriggling enough to protest but not to stop his
teasing as he swept her back and forth at the car. Mark peered out an
upstairs window and grimaced as his phone correspondent droned on. He saw
Robina's fawning gaze and little Daisy's bright squealing delight. He thrust
his hand in his pocket, suddenly realising the significance of what he felt.
Sweating with fear - he stared hard down to the yard and thankfully saw to
his satisfaction that he had no need to worry.

Daisy wriggled with joy in the safety she felt being thrown about so
vigorously by Jon. She squealed as he tossed her, laughing away Robina's
concerns. As he started to put the child down, she continued wriggling and
his hand slipped. When he tightened his grip, his hand slid between her
buttocks and he realised her baby pussy was resting on his fingers. He felt
a strange stirring within, mysterious but not unpleasant, as he lowered
Daisy, not able to loosen his grip in case she fell awkwardly. For her part
she grinned cheekily up at him and as she felt the ground beneath her feet,
she nipped her legs together, Jon's fingers were momentarily trapped in a
damp little vice until she smiled sweetly and scampered round and round the
car, telling Robina that she really really liked Mr Deloine and she was
going to be a pop star.

Jon's vehicle purred away, leaving Daisy and her mother waving him off. They
joined Mark in the kitchen where they combined to clear away the glasses and
cups of their hospitality.
OEThere's something about him I don't feel sure about,' Mark moaned.
Daisy ran off to play.
OEOh Mark, don't be such an old cynic,' said Robina drying her hands.
OEHis car, typical flash townie posing as a country man. Not a speck on the
damn thing   pah!' he grunted.
OEListen to yourself,' Robina chided. OEWhat were you like when we moved here?
I had to drag you kicking and screaming from the town to live here and you
have loved it and all of the children were born here.'
OEBut we're going back,' Mark said a touch smugly.
OEYes because it suits us both and more so the children and they can visit
here - Jon said,' added Robina, folding clothes having finally finished her
drying.
Jon said, Mark silently mimicked her sarcastically, behind her back.
He noticed the heavy sway of her breasts and the way she carelessly wiped
her sweaty hands down the front of her dress, flattening the huge milkers
until they sprang upwards, nipples proud and erect. He licked his lips and
thought how   back in their earlier days, he had slavered over them, never
having to tease those big teats up, they were always up, even now after five
children and at thirty eight years old. Now he had completely the opposite
taste.
OEDaisy liked him,' said Robina as a final statement.

Daisy was often used as an arbiter of family law, with her mid age between
the other children and her surprising maturity.
OESomething about him   phoney, shifty. I don't know. Dark, that's it and I
don't mean his colour,' added Mark cynically.
OEOh for God's sake Mark. Dark? What do you reckon - criminal, terrorist,
child molester?' retorted Robina, stooping to unload the washing machine..
Mark shuddered and glared at his wife as she left the kitchen, with an arm
full of washing. She was disgusted at his attitude. He watched her stride
out into the yard and start to hang the clean washing on the line then went
upstairs where he spotted Daisy in her room and entered. She smiled up at
him and whispered.
OEDaddy, I've lost my knickers. I'm ever so sorry. I put some others on
though   look,' she added, pulling her skirt high to reveal her underwear.
Her belly was exposed too and her cute little navel peeked out just above
the elastic of her pink edged panties. The gentle curve of her vaginal
swelling was smooth except for the slight indentation   low down, where her
slit had found a way of teasing the cotton material inside it's tiny
opening.
Mark gulped and stared as he always did when confronted with such beauty.
Not wholly innocent beauty, but charming, thoughtful, caring and exciting
beauty all rolled in to one delightfully bright little girl. He put his hand
in a pocket and retrieved a little ball of material which he carefully
unravelled to show her. Daisy gasped   her face horror struck, but Mark
stopped her outburst of intended apologies.
OEIt's alright darling,' he said gently, sitting next to her on the bed. OEI
put them away for safety. It turned out for the best yes?'
OEGosh! Yes daddy. You're so clever. I thought I had lost them and you know '
Daisy stammered. OEI thought you would be really angry.'
OEHow could I be angry with my little special sweetie,' Mark murmured,
cuddling her to him. He put his arm round her and rested his hand on her
thigh.
The thrill of contact with such precious young softness always aroused him.
Daisy spoke up.
OEI found your jacket up in the barn and looked in it for them,' she said,
picking up the knickers, then placing them in a linen basket.
OEOh yes but that's alright if someone finds that. I'm often in the barn.'
OEMmm!' agreed Daisy. OEDo you want to er ?'
OENo darling. Your money safe?' He received an earnest nod. OEI must go and do
some work. Take care and be happy. You make me very happy,' said Mark,
leaving her room.

Six weeks passed and the Horrocks moved out and Jon Deloine moved into the
old mill. Several meetings were held in the interim, between the adults with
the occasional  accompanying child, mainly Daisy and Oliver if the meeting
was at the mill due to their concern about Pippin and Dubs. Jon was kindness
itself and endeared himself even more to Robina and Daisy.

After four months of virtually weekly visits to ride, Oliver had negotiated
with Jon to allow a friend place his pony at the mill paddocks also. One
Saturday - Daisy, Oliver and the new boy Grant, were dropped off by Grant's
mother, who was quite happy with the hours drive and then to go shopping for
antiques in Sudbury all day and pick them up later. Robina and Mark were on
a weekend seminar in Harrogate and she was hoping she could revive his sex
interest while they stayed in a hotel for two nights. She bought some filmy
negligees and some stockings and at his request her fancy dress for the
evening function was St Trinian's School gear.

Robina initially grumbled at the idea but realised it was a throwback to
their early college days. He did like the little schoolgirl look even then,
but she was not enamoured with the idea of wearing those perennially
uncomfortable suspenders. She insisted in retaliation that Mark should hire
a Minstrel costume, which wasn't easy to find. The party was such that any
non PC attitudes would be laughed off and she would make him black his face
also.

MaryAnne - Robina's sister in law and closest friend, who was looking after
the children for the weekend from the Friday afternoon, waved Daisy and
Oliver away in Grant's mother's car and got on with her erotic novel writing
on her laptop. Wallace, Iona and Penelope were visiting their ancient
widowed Grandma who was in a care home   she could only deal with three of
the children at most, such was her deteriorated state. Uncle Giles -
MaryAnne's husband had taken them and then on to a theme park.  MaryAnne was
at the stage of introducing a mysterious black man into her novel and had
listened avidly to a very detailed description of Jon by Robina. They had
giggled secretly as they guessed on his sexual appetite and the size of his
dick, just as they had when both of them had fallen for coloured guys in
their teens and beyond.

In fact Robina had struck lucky in Harrogate. Mark hadn't been interested in
sex on the Friday evening, feigning tiredness after the drive. Her negligee,
stockings and even her school uniform, which wasn't due on display till the
Saturday night, had failed to light his fire and they had rowed and sulked
to sleep. The session next morning required them to be in different teams
which helped their professional progress on the seminar. He had taken the
afternoon option of a visit to Ripon Cathedral and Robina had herself
claimed tiredness.

On seeing the coach leave the hotel, she had made a very obvious and
successful play for a porter and tempted him to her room. At the precise
moment her two offspring had arrived at the old mill, she was in ecstasy.
OEYes Courtney my little black stud, fuck my arse. Hard, yes, that's it. Oh!
Steady - not all the way in, yes inch it in Ooooh yessss,' she groaned as
nine inches of fat black dick gradually penetrated her anus.
OEYou dirty white cow,' he spluttered, starting to ram at her hairy bum hole.
OEYou filthy black bastard,' she spat as her body began to shake with the
regular pumping.
OEI'll show you good nigger cock,' he gasped as he watched his dick go full
length inside her turd tunnel.
OEI want nigger cock. Black, hard, fast cock. Give it me Courtney,' Robina
spluttered, reaching behind, her head buried in the bed, as she pulled her
buttocks as wide as possible in the doggy position.
Courtney Rowles, junior porter aged eighteen rammed at the white woman who
had told him she needed help in her room. When they arrived, she had
stripped off her blouse and showed him her big swaying knockers. She had
told him she wanted a good shafting and was he up to it. With that Robina
had ripped down her trousers and lay back on the bed, opening her legs wide
and flashing her wet hairy pussy.
It would have taken a better man than the young black to refuse such an
instant offer and within minutes he was naked and stroking his gleaming
black dick into her willing mouth as she teased it up to full stand. After a
few minutes of oral, Robina had rolled over and lifted her butt high. He
took the hint and shafted her cunt first until he tentatively fingered her
sphincter ring. Then they really got dirty.

Oliver, Grant who was twelve and Daisy got on with their regular pony
cleaning duties, like mucking out, grooming and tackle maintenance. The boys
were well ahead of the much slower but thoughtful Daisy, so they set off on
the normal route for their trek. Jon drove by and saw her diminutive figure
all alone, brushing down Pippin. He pulled his car into the stable yard in
concerned curiosity and Daisy happily waved to him. As he strode across to
her he admired the trim shape of her buttocks tightly encased in the pale,
almost white jodhpurs, which exposed a distinct panty line carving across
her bum. She bent double and he spotted the horizontal seam of her
underwear, where the gusset joined the main garment. Why was he looking so
closely? he wondered. But then as she turned when he was no more than two
metres away, he saw what he was sure was the clear outline of verdant breast
development, captured within a bra under her tight fitting white tee-shirt.
No surely not on a kid of eight, he mused. Maybe just the structure of the
brassiere was accentuating the swelling. So what Jon, he reproached himself.
She's only a child. Daisy's smile knocked him out and brought him to back to
earth.

OEHi Jon,' she said, using his insisted familiarity. OEHow many pop stars have
you seen this week?'
OEOh only two,' he answered. OEWill Young and  well the other's not a pop star
as you would know, but a great guitarist. Hank Marvin? You heard of him?'
OEWow! Will Young. I'll bet he's gorgeous. My school friends and I dream
about him,' she responded ignoring the other name, totally focussed on the
UK pop singer who won the recently televised Pop Idols contest.
OEYou alone?' queried Jon.
OENo   well yes I suppose. Ollie and Grant have started out. I'll catch them
up..unless ' she said quizzically.
OEUnless what?'
OEI want to be a pop star Jon,' she whined, twisting her body on one foot and
gazing up at him with pleading eyes. Her very blonde hair shimmered round
her open face like a lace curtain, stopping just short of her shoulders.
OECan you teach me?'
OEWell I don't do it for free you know. I get a cut of your earnings when
you're a star and the training costs lots. It'll be too expensive on your
pocket money my dear,' he chuckled, rubbing his designer stubble. 'Maybe
when you're older and your daddy says its OK.'
OEDaddy wouldn't mind now,' Daisy trilled, knowing he would. Mark had drummed
into her some serious rules and to check everything with him first. OEI can
sing and I've got the looks.'
OEI can see that Daisy,' said Jon thoughtfully. OEAnd I have heard you.'
OEDo you sleep with any pop stars?' she hit him.

Jon gasped and gulped, his eyes searching beyond the precocious inquirer,
his mind in a turmoil on what to answer.
OEMy friend Ingrid, says that all pop stars sleep with their managers. Some
of them have to, just to keep their jobs,' Daisy added with an air of
knowing.
OENo I don't,' Jon lied. OEAnd no they don't,' he added firmly.
OEOh I would,' Daisy said airily. OEI'd do anything to be a pop star.'
OEDaisy, this is silly and you're far to young to be bothered about that sort
of thing,' mumbled Jon. OEGet school over first, then we'll see.'
OESchool is over for the weekend. Why not now?' she asked petulantly.
OEYou know what I mean,' Jon retorted.
OEIngrid said they use their bodies to get jobs,' she continued. OEI would use
mine ..if I could.'

With that, Daisy flung down the brush full of Pippin's hair and pulled down
her tee-shirt so that it was stretched tautly over her chest. She seemed to
be doing it to cure an irritant but the big black man could not take his
eyes off her tender young frame. Was there just the hint of nipple? He shook
his head to clear his brain.
OEUse your body. That's silly Daisy,' he murmured.
OEDon't keep saying I'm silly Jon,' she said sulkily. She sucked her cheeks
in and frowned. She looked gorgeous Jon thought.
OEI am eight you know,' Daisy continued in a breathless babble. OEMy grandpa
said I had a nice little body. He liked it a lot. He bought Pippin for me.'
Jon exploded with surprise. Daisy realising what she had said looked
suddenly very shy and bit her bottom lip.
OEEr your grandpa?' he asked gently, stepping very near and glancing around
as if to check on eavesdroppers.
OEI shouldn't have said that Jon. Never mind. He's dead anyway but he told me
never to say anything.'
Pippin fidgeted, tossing his head and thumping the concrete hard-standing
with his shoe so Daisy took some moments to calm the pony. Jon waited
patiently as she expertly dealt with the problem.
OEBut you have dear Daisy. You have said something. Do you want to get it off
your chest?' he asked quietly, placing a hand on her shoulder as she patted
Pippin's neck. OEIf you see what I mean.'

The girl peered up at his wise and friendly face which beamed pleasantly
down on her near to tears face. She knew she was in a spot and was fearful
of the threats another dear person had spelled out to her, just as Grandpa
had. The trouble was this one was very much alive and could get into
trouble, not like grandpa. Lovely old grandpa, with his white beard, his
tobacco stained fingers and moustache and that lovely smell that wrapped him
a cosy slippered world which became so much of Daisy's world. She took a
deep breath and gazed up at Jon.
OEIf I told you and .'
OEAnd what Daisy?'
OEAnd showed you would you teach me to be a pop star?' she asked in the
tiniest of voices.
She shuffled closer to him, until her shoulder was nudging his thigh. Jon
felt her touch, heard the cry for help and felt a strange stirring inside,
but it wasn't the stirring of sympathy. It was very close to the stirrings
he had when he bedded a very young Welsh singer of prodigious talent who was
already famous by she was twelve. At thirteen and a half, he was invited to
promote her. The girl proved to be very forward, very ambitious and very
attractive with a singers burgeoning chest and breasts. She had been easy to
seduce on one of his high sessions on some substances he knew would not
hinder his prowess in bed, but would nullify the processes in his mind which
yelled at him to not even think about fucking a minor. Surely this encounter
with the charming Miss Daisy wasn't going that way.
OEWhat do you mean - show me Daisy?' he asked, giving her an extra tug round
her shoulders which drew her into him. Her face was almost level with his
trouser belt as she peered up at him meekly. She gulped.
OECan I see to Pippin Jon?' she whimpered.
He nodded and watched her fuss round the animal without pressurising her.
She obviously needed to think and had cleverly bought time. Pippin was
tethered more securely, given a bag of hay, a bucket of water and patted on
the rump. She smiled at him and glanced towards the barn. He took the hint
and they walked in silence, but somewhat shiftily   all the way checking
round them to see if anyone was around. They went into the shady timber
edifice that was so familiar to her. She led the way, holding his big mitt
of a hand until she climbed a ladder. Jon puffed as he followed her - eyes
fixed in the delicious way her bottom undulated as she climbed, worrying
about the state of his expensive clothing and high polished shoes. The fact
that he was on the way to town had long been put out of his mind   intrigued
at this little madam's curious words.

Courtney collapsed onto Robina's back as she fell forward, exhausted. They
chuckled and he nuzzled the back of her neck. His cock slid out of her
arsehole with a greasy plop and he rolled off. Robina turned and he felt her
tits.
OEYou dirty evil fucker,' she murmured, enjoying the freedom of hard street
language.
OEMature white woman wants young black prick. That was the advert wasn't it?'
he giggled, plucking her nipple. OEDownstairs in the lobby? Lucky the boss
didn't see. She's a fucking lesbian for Christ's sake. Maybe she would have
picked you up you cheap whore.'
OEDoubt it. I've seen the fat old bitch,' chuckled Robina wallowing in the
base language. OEYou gotta go soon I suppose,' she asked.
OEYep. Sorry. I'm on duty remember. I'll go now,' said Courtney, sitting up
and hunting for his uniform.
OECome here - before you go,' she called him back to the bed.
She made him clamber under her and lowered herself onto his lithe strong
body. Her crotch straddled his face. She dipped her head and sought out his
flaccid sticky cock and started to suck it. Courtney took the hint and
levered his head up and sucked on her hanging labia and particularly her
extremely stretched and distended sphincter. They licked each other's anal
sex juice cocktail for a few moments until he patted her butt and wriggled
from under Robina. They parted soon after with a promise that they would do
it again if they had the chance.
She lazed around naked in her room for a while, after masturbating with a
hairbrush. Robina wondered how good a fuck Jon would be, but realised she
would have to tread very carefully if she flirted with him. She wouldn't
want to upset the children's situation with him, especially little Daisy.
She was so besotted with the pop star idea, it would be a shame if her
mother's sexual desires spoiled what could be a child's dream come true. No
she mused, I need to plan it very carefully.

Panting slightly, Jon gazed round the gloomy dusty cobwebbed loft, full of
bales, ropes, old tackle and farm bits.
OELucky we're not in the stable business yet Daisy. Lot of people around
then,' he chuckled, slapping his hands together.
OEYou're going ahead with the plan then?' she asked. OEThat's cool. I will
help.'
OEI know that. Now what do you want to show me?' he enquired, looking around
expectedly.
OEYou won't tell on me please?'
Jon shook his head and frowned gravely. He licked his lips, not knowing what
to expect and wondering why he was even up in this dirty place.
OEIt's an absolute secret   promise?' Daisy fluttered.
He nodded with the same level of gravity and held his hands up in a gesture
of good will and compliance. She made him promise verbally. For what seemed
like hours - the little girl gazed at the huge black man, as if weighing him
up, testing his resolve and honesty. Jon fidgeted, sat down, stood up and
adjusted his slacks, sat down again, wiped his sweating brow, blew his nose,
cleared his throat as Daisy stood just beyond his knees. The tension was
almost unbearable to him, yet he ridiculed himself when remembering the many
million pound situations he had negotiated without the slightest sign of a
flutter of nerves.

Finally Daisy grabbed her shirt and hauled it over her head, casting it onto
a bale. Jon gasped, but remained wordless as she stood in her riding
breeches and brassiere. Her bare pale arms reached behind her and suddenly
the tiny tit holder slid from her shoulders. She closed her hands nearly
together and let the straps slither off. She kicked the bra aside and stood
bare breasted in front of the heavy breathing man.
Oh my goorrrd! She's got tits at eight fucking years old, he shouted inside.
She will be like her mum. He searched for words.
OEOh Daisy, you are truly beautiful,' Jon breathed, staring at the
scrumptious pair of two inch high cones way up on her sturdy torso, topped
by perfect pink roundels with the slightest of nipple buds.
The silence was deafening as he studied her body. Daisy turned round letting
Jon watch how her tiny tits quivered delicately and how her arse cheeks
bundled together with each step of her riding boots. A moth fluttered lazily
by in the shaft of dusty sunlight through a gap in the wall boards.
OEThank you my dear little friend Daisy Horrocks. You are going to be the
most gorgeous looking girl when you grow up. Thank you again.'
Jon reached down for her shirt and brassiere and offered her them. Daisy
frowned.
OEDon't you want to see everything?' she asked - puzzled. OEGrandpa did.'
OEEr! Everything? Oh you..well you  . You you mean everything?' Jon stuttered
as he nodded with his eyes towards her crotch. OEIt's not necessary Daisy
dear. I am very happy.'

The girl looked quizzically at him, pursed her lips, studied his words and
then shrugged. She fumbled at a button and then her zipper, then stooped to
lower her jodhpurs. She stumbled slightly and placed a steadying hand on
Jon's knee. She glanced pleasantly up at him as she pushed the material down
to the tops of her boots, then Daisy straightened up and Jon swallowed as he
took in the full beauty of the eight year old. Her knickers were crumpled
untidily across her slender hips, just shielding the vee of her crotch.
OEHelp me take my boots off Jon,' she suggested quietly.
He nodded meekly and she slid to the floor in front of him. She lifted her
feet up towards him and shook them slightly as if offering them. She tapped
his knee with a leather clad toe as if to remind him.
OEThis is how Grandpa did it. You pull them off,' she chuckled and he was
glad of her gradual softening and assurance. It was if she was giving him a
lesson in sensuality. Beyond the boots and the gathered material of her
breeches, he could see only her belly, with the slightest wrinkle across her
midriff as she supported her upper torso on her elbows.

Jon grabbed her boots and pulled. Daisy wriggled and giggled as gradually
they exited her feet. She indicated he should remove her jodhpurs and socks
also and he did. Once her legs were free, she put her head back and arched
her back, lifting her butt and swayed her panty clad hips from side to side.
OEThis is what Grandpa liked to do,' she said quietly. OEPull them down.'
Grandpa was certainly some influence he mused as Jon reached forward. He
felt the pressure in his groin and realised he had an erection and it was
rubbing inside his waistband. His fingers located the material and carefully
he pulled. The under garment slid down her long smooth legs easily and he
did it in sort of remote control, not knowing where his hands were, as his
eyes were staring at Daisy's little cunt.

As she placed each foot down, she put them wide apart and splayed her
thighs, like a mature model would pose porno style. Her elbows were once
again utilised as she smiled knowingly at Jon, her hands just under her hips
as she rocked. Jon mewed helplessly, in the hands of this temptress who was
eight years old.

OEStand up darling,' he rasped and cleared his throat. OECome here.'
Daisy scrambled up and stepped into his embrace. He hugged her ecstatically
and she let him take her into his big warm body, clad in expensive designer
gear. His hand dropped to her butt and he stroked the soft globes, virtually
cupping them both in one big mitt. He moved her back slightly and gazed in
wonder at her passive frame in his arms. With a whimper, Jon sank his head
to her breasts and licked them tenderly. Daisy happily hugged his curly head
to her chest. His rubbery pink lips sought out the fresh buds of her nipples
and he pinched them - sucking them outwards until their inherent tinyness
catapulted them back to their pale areolae.

OECan I see yours Jon?' Daisy queried tremulously, hoping he wouldn't refuse
her.
His face appeared in front of hers and he frowned and sucked in his lips,
rolling them against each other. Their eyes were locked and he saw the
seriousness in Daisy's clear blue eyes coupled with the gentle querying
smile on her peachy lips.
OEYou mean er! down here?' he indicated with his eyes and then just before he
decided to correct himself   thinking maybe she didn't mean his genitals,
Daisy nodded.
OEI haven't seen a black one,' she whispered close to his ear.
Her breath fluttered over his lobes like a waft of spring air and he gulped.
OENo maybe you haven't seen a black one. But you've seen one already Daisy?'
he asked, steadily peering into her eyes.
OEYes, my brothers in the bath of course,' she announced sensibly.

Jon thought - she is really going to see a black one this time then. She
didn't know how black his dick was compared to the rest of his skin
pigmentation. It was the thing the girls he bedded liked   the dense black
brown shaft and the contrasting pinkish brown helmet. Would it be a great
shock to her?
OEAh yes, of course Wallace and Oliver. And your daddy's I suppose?' he
ventured innocently with well meaning, thinking they would be a liberal
family probably not shielding their nudity as they passed in the private
areas of the home.
Daisy shuddered and studied him, backing slightly away with the merest of
body movements, making his hands slide from her buttocks where they had been
gently kneading the chubby globes.
OEYe yes yess of course,' she stuttered.

OEWell if you've seen a big one like your daddy's,' again he saw the
slightest of frowns - OENot just your brothers, I suppose it will be alright
to show you mine, but it's very different you understand,' he said amiably,
warming to the idea, especially as it would release his erection from the
confines of his pants.
Daisy nodded and stood further back as Jon went for his belt. He unfastened
it and unhooked the top of his trousers. He unzipped and pulled the material
apart, exposing his Calvin Klein briefs. He glanced at his sexy soul mate
who was biting her lip.
OEYou sure? I don't want to frighten you because it is in a very unusual
state.'
Daisy nodded quickly. He glanced down at her crotch, hardly a half metre
from him, bare, tiny, invitingly close and so so cute. Why not Jon, he
reckoned. Fuck it   no one will know if we play "I'll show you mine if you
show me yours" No one can see except dear little Daisy. He fumbled inside
the flap and out sprung his cock into the gloomy light of the barn. She
gasped and giggled as his gleaming black shaft quivered before her.

OEWow!' she exclaimed. OECool.'
It's not so cool Jon mused. It's fucking searing hot.
It's not as big as daddy's or Grandpa's, she thought, but a strange colour
and it's spitting already, she noticed.
Jon's precum was oozing profusely from his slit eye, exposed on the tip of
his pinkish brown knob end as his foreskin had rolled right back of it's own
accord. He leaned back watching the little girl and glancing proudly at his
member.
OEGet undressed Jon,' Daisy suddenly told him. OEI want to see you all bare
and black.'
OEEr!..Well  is that wise, up here. I mean the boys and th '
OEThey'll be hours. They'll realise I'm not bothering and will go fishing,'
she told him with a knowledgeable air.

Deciding he might as well go with her fairly clear cut desires, Jon started
to undress. Daisy watched him seriously without words - but the silence in
the quiet hay loft, created a tension that made him realise his desires were
also starting to have some bearing on the situation. Indeed, why had he
undressed so readily? Jon puzzled as his socks were the last item to be
discarded. He stood naked before the child. Tall, towering over her and
mocha brown skinned. His penis jutted out at forty five degrees upwards, but
now Daisy spotted his balls. With a chuckle she stooped to get a better look
and she gasped.
OEGosh! They are enormous,' she declared knowingly.
OEYou know all about these things Daisy?' Jon asked. OEYour mummy and daddy
told you all this then?'
With that he stroked his todger full length then dropped his hands to his
massive sac and cupped the big globes, lifting them forward as if to display
them. He let them go and they dangled and swayed.
Daisy frowned at the mention of her parents, in fact at the mention of her
daddy and a shiver shot through her, but she was fascinated and on a roll.
She saw a plan forming which hadn't been the intention earlier, but her
serious slip-up in conversation had prompted the situation and she decided
to make the best use of it.
OEMy Grandpa bought me Pippin, because I did this for him,' she said so
quietly, Jon could hardly hear.
He didn't need clarification of her words. She stepped forward and grasped
his dick and leaned forward to kiss it right on the end. Her little hand
slid under his balls and rolled them luxuriously as she let the sticky
substance of Jon's discharge join her lips to his knob in a shiny sliver
when she raised her head and grinned up at him. Jon gasped, shock still
registering on his face as she dipped her head again, this time opening her
mouth and putting his pink tinged glans in.
This is fucking incredible Jon. Am I dreaming? His mind whirled. He shook
his head, but there was no sudden disappearance of the child sex pet. She
was still there with her petal like lips round at least two inches of his
dick and sucking hard. He placed a hand on her head and Daisy stopped
sucking, kept her mouth locked round his dick and peered up at him.
OEDaisy,' Jon said hoarsely. OELets lie down so I can can er! so that I can
see..er!  well play with you.'
She withdrew immediately.
OEOK, there's a horse rug behind you, put that down if you like,' she added
brightly. OEYou like what I am doing then?'
Jon flung the rug down smiling agreement and knelt down then lay flat on his
back. He pulled her down and cuddled her to his heaving chest, tenderly
kissing her hair, smoothing his hands over her tiny frame and finding her
budding breasts. He rubbed over them, sensing their firmness and wondering
on their final size in several years and how he wished he could watch them
develop. Then he lifted her bodily so that she dangled above him. Limp,
doll-like, smiling down at him, blonde tresses cascading down besides her
pretty face, her fingers tracing over his face and grimacing, curling her
pert nose up at his stubble as she touched it. Her feet drooped onto his
belly as he lowered her, her light weight easy to manoeuvre until on
stiffened bent arms, Jon held her firmly so that her titties slid over his
face and open mouth. They became wet with his saliva as he licked and sucked
at the gravity defying boobies. Daisy wasn't passive either. Her toes were
nudging his cock which lay still on his slightly podgy belly. He lowered her
bottom half letting her straddle, whilst concentrating on her amazing little
breasts.
She surprised him further by infiltrating an arm under her and seeking his
wet knob end. Jon felt Daisy's fingers wrap it, pinch it and pull on the
flange of his engorged helmet. It was too good to resist and with a heave he
swivelled the child through 180 degrees and lowered her to settle firmly on
his belly. Instantly Daisy started to play with his cock and he felt it
enter her mouth once more.

Now he was faced with the preteen wonders of her crotch. Her legs had
already fallen either side of his torso, exposing every detail about the
little temptress's genitals. He pulled her buttocks wide and gazed at the
splendour of an eight year old arsehole and cunt. Her anal orifice was not
exactly the smooth sweet little pucker he expected. Quite muscular and
bulbous were some of the surrounding knobs of membrane that were arranged
within the saucer of many wrinkles that gradually flattened out over her
inner buttocks. Below, the wonder of her tiny twat opened up to him and
again he was surprised to find this was not a smooth slender slit.
Daisy's pussy had an almost mature look to the way her labia was developed.
Her crack started neatly enough with just the slit Jon expected but as it
developed towards its neighbouring orifice, her labia had folds that
protruded beyond the surface of her puss pouch and led almost to join up
with her bum hole.
She was doing the most delightful things with his cock and he wondered at
her expertise. Her Grandpa had obviously corrupted her in return for favours
like Pippin, but how far had he gone with her. He had certainly been a good
tutor and Daisy a remarkable pupil that was sure, but when, how long ago.
Fuck it, Jon thought and levered his head up wards into the unknown but
beautiful crotch of a child.

His tongue delved into the gentle folds which opened readily as he teased
them with his spittle. He saw the opening and gasped at it's seasoned
appearance. Had the old man fucked her? Jesus! Surely not. He remembered
Robina telling him that Mark's father was the editor of a national
broadsheet newspaper and also that Robina had lost her father in a motoring
accident fifteen years ago. But then the newsman had died a year ago. Maybe
she just played a lot with it. Jon's thoughts were forgotten as he tasted
her sweet fanny and the musky relish of her arsehole. He lapped furiously
not even thinking about her clitoris and indeed whether she had developed
one. He was high on child sex, higher than any of the substances he had
experimented with over the years. He actually knew Gary Glitter very well
and the Glam-rocker's notoriety flashed through Jon's brain   for a milli
second.
He dragged her butt on to him, feverishly devouring every square centimetre
of her firm hard silky skinned body available to him.
Oh my god! I'm going to cum, he panicked.
Daisy had induced that lush sensation so soon with her sensuous sucking and
yes   accelerated by his greedy oral sex. Oral, dirty, evil, taboo sex with
a child. A minor in everyone's world even Thailand, the world capital of
underage sex. The consequences seared through Jon as his cum started to
bubble up from the enormous power house testicles that Daisy had fondled and
coaxed into providing her with a fountain that she wouldn't have seen the
like of before. Should he tell her- warn her. His cumming spout - although
from an average sized dick, was pretty impressive and Grandpa wouldn't have
been able to spurt much of his feeble seed if any.

Jon didn't have time to ponder any more. His jism shot out and took Daisy by
surprise. She lifted her head and watched as the white fountain arced into
sunlit rays in the hay loft and landed silently on the horse rug. Her hand
expertly squeezed and pulled as Jon's dick strained to produce life giving
seeds. He heard her giggle.
OEI'm sorry Daisy my sweet. I should have warned you,' he gasped, catching
her eye as she turned to look at him. OEIt's meant to do that. Thankyou
thankyou,' he gushed.
OEIt's alright. Da er Grandpa always did this. He loved it, but not as much
came out as you did. It's cool,' she lisped.
OECome here Daisy,' Jon beckoned.
She turned, dropping his empty cock and snuggled into his embrace. Dribbles
of cum were running over her pretty open face and through her hair catching
the sun, like sparkling jewels. They lay quietly for a while. Jon stroked
her entire body, it's smooth silky texture thrilling him.
OEHow many times did you do that for Grandpa?' he queried gently. OEYou don't
have to tell me if you don't want to.'
OEI shouldn't really Jon,' she murmured.
OEOk then,' he assured her.
OEWill you make me a pop star?' she asked, raising her head from his shoulder
and staring sharply at him.
OEIs that why you did that Daisy?'
She nodded gravely and bit her lip.
OEI'll do it again for you if you will,' she told him.
OEYes I understand, but you're eight. I mean I can't do anything with
you like pop stuff I mean, until you're much older can I?' he reasoned.
OEYes I know. I'm not silly. But you can do it later  make me a pop star and
famous and sing on the telly, when I'm older,' she argued. OEI can start
practising though can't I?'
OEYes there's nothing better than practice at anything. Everything need
practice, I'm sure your mummy and daddy tell you that er! about your lessons
and horse riding and hobbies. You certainly don't need worry about what
we've just done,' Jon chuckled. OEYou certainly know all about it.'
OEMm!' she agreed. OEBut you will won't you?'
OEI promise I will try. I'll give you every chance my darling Daisy,' Jon
told her, looking seriously. OEIt's along time to wait though.'
OEI can wait and we'll see each other lots. I did it for Grandpa lots and
lots. He died two days after the last time,' she whispered sadly.

Jon cuddled her, thinking about the old man's climax and maybe it had done
for his heart. What a way to go.
OEHe gave you Pippin you said,' he suggested.
She nodded and sighed. OEAs well as lots of other things.'
OEWell you've got a pony and all sorts of things. I suppose I could give you
something as a little present just between us Daisy,' he smiled at her and
winked. OEIs there anything you need? Apart from being famous.'
She chuckled and frowned in thought.
OEI will need new tack for Pippin soon. Daddy makes me pay for it out my
pocket money. That's all I can think of at the moment,' she added lazily,
stretching and yawning.
OEHe's a hard man,' Jon murmured sympathetically. OELet me know sweetie. I'll
get you it don't worry. I suppose I could contribute to your pocket money
though, like right now.'
He reached for his pants and extracted a fifty note. Daisy took it
gracefully without grabbing, aware of it's value and how it was much more
she normally got. She rolled over and grabbed her joddies and stuffed the
note in a pocket thanking him again.

They cleaned up and got dressed and he left Daisy with Pippin. She decided
to school him in the paddock rather than ride to find the boys. Jon went
into town and found himself looking at young girls more than he should.
That evening Jon didn't get too amorous with the model, somehow her boobs
were uninteresting to him, but he fucked her. He had to. It was something to
tell the guys at the gym.

The same evening, Daisy found MaryAnne's laptop carelessly still switched on
and read a few pages of steamy sex while her aunt cooked the supper. Later
she cuddled Will, her big teddy bear and put him between her legs as she
went to sleep. She rocked him gently as she hummed along to a CD via
headphones until sleepily she held him tight between her thighs as she
dreamed of winning the Pop Idols contest.

Mark got impossibly drunk at the fancy dress evening and Robina put him to
bed. She went back to the party and got pissed herself. Courtney came off
duty when the party finished, having been helping run the bar all night and
feeding her free cocktails. She ended up in his room with him, the head
waiter who was Dutch Indonesian and a Jamaican car park attendant. She was
fucked solidly for many hours in every orifice and ended up covered in cum
which hardened on her ravaged but satisfied body. Back in her room, Mark had
no clue as to the time she got in and she didn't bother to shower her
decadent body lotion off, preferring to sleep soundly with her memories and
the odd sniff of fresh black sperm.

Mark and Robina arrived home early Sunday evening in a terrible mood. She
went off with MaryAnne and Giles to talk things over. Wallace was at a
friends house, Oliver too, Iona went with Robina and Penelope was in bed.

OEHello darling,' said Mark as Daisy peered round his bedroom door where he
unpacked.
She rushed over to hug him. He drew her body into his legs and groin,
pushing his crotch at her. His hardening dick settled between her verdant
tits.
OEI've missed you so much daddy,' she whimpered.
He got up and locked the door.
OEWe staying here?' she asked brightly starting to undress.
He nodded.
OECool,' Daisy answered.
Fuck it, he thought. This room wasn't usually used but fuck it!

Mark Horrocks quickly undressed as he watched Daisy find the lubrication and
smear it on her pussy, as he primed his cock. Eight and a half solid white
inches of circumcised penis throbbed above his sweet little daughter as she
lay on the marital bed, legs wide, arms outstretched to welcome him. He
gazed in wonderment at the joyous sight. Her pink slit, oiled to perfection
so not to harm her. Her labia peeling apart and that dark little crevasse
below that he just might plunder too. Daisy grinned at her daddy, grasping
his big cock, pulling him onto her then she laid back as he inserted fully
into her pussy and began to fuck her.
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