PAY BACK TIME  BY UK SNOWY

   "How are we going to tell him?" Emma whined.

   I thought of the way her pussy slit was carved in the sleek Speedo swim
suit I had seen her in a few days ago.

   "It's impossible," responded stocky Sharon, petulantly.  Her already
bulging tits with pronounced nipples were outbalanced by her thick waist
and her bulky rear.

   "I just don't know," toned Ishara, in her deep Pakistani voice.  Her
short, fat but blossoming body had it's own mellow sweetness in the rich
chocolatey skin tones.  She always wore flowing, all enveloping clothes, so
I had no concept of her figure.  Even in regulation school uniform of
bottle green skirt, white shirt, striped blue and green tie.  Ishara's
skirt was long and voluminous and her shirt was thick and loose.

   I listened with interest, not having a clue as to what was being
discussed, but my daughter's school chums were extremely concerned about
something and I hung around.  They didn't know I was down the garden,
behind the lodge that they were in at the side of the outdoor swimming
pool. I was frustrated I couldn't spy on them but knew there were no holes
in the walls.  Many were the views I had of them anyway, round the house
and the grounds through the years.  Spectacular glimpses of their skirts
riding up, knicker crotches, tiny nipples down the front of shirts and
blouses, lacy first brassieres, occasional sights of their night attire on
sleepovers, all kept the lusty pot boiling in my adult mind.

   "He's going to be wild and I'm going to get all of it.  It's alright for
you lot." said my little girl Lucy.  Ah!  Lucy my sweety.  She would be my
saviour when we finally had quality time together later in the day.  Yes -
you will be getting all of it, but her words were worrying.

   "We'll all own up if we have to," said Isla, the Scottish girl
understandingly.  The fiery red head with her lithe athletically toned body
intrigued me especially in the bikini she had on the other day.  What a
firm arse she had, especially when one side of it had ridden up her crack
making that one buttock emphasise it.

   "No we won't or I won't," pouted Lisa the toughie of the group.  Tall,
sullen and leggy, looking 18 rather than 13 in her pussy pelmet skirts and
tight tee shirts.  "I wasn't there remember?"

   "You were only not there because you were snogging Peter on the other
side of the car," came the lush but authoritative voice of Bobby the black
girl.  Her voice thrilled me, my mind racing with thoughts of her bountiful
breasts and big butt, all wrapped up in that blue black skin, which so
reminded me of her mother.

   Her words created extra interest as I assumed Peter was my 14-year-old
son, but he didn't have a car.  Peter snogging Lisa from the council
estate? Well I knew he was a goer with the girls and she is tall and
statuesque, but hardly the sort for my lad, I thought pompously.  Now
little Emma, tiny Emma, although the oldest, was dwarfed by the girls in
the rat pack in my earshot.  She was a catch for him in my opinion.  Her
old man was loaded like me, divorced like me and well travelled like me as
were his kids Emma, Claire and Sally.  They were all well brought up, spoke
two languages perfectly, dressed and carried themselves well, as much as
modern fashions and trends allowed them and were comfortable in adults
company.  Emma was 14, cute, almost white blonde with the poutiest pair of
lips and bright eyes to match my Lucy.

   The sulky chatter dried up for a while and I stayed put hidden in the
shrubbery where I was spending the afternoon cutting back overhanging
stuff. Lucy had said she would get the blame or words to that effect.  She
referred to a "he".  Surely that would be me, as she's not beholden to any
other male.  I am rarely upset with her, she knows where she stands but
from her words something wretched concerned them all.  Then I heard the
fatal word and it chilled me.

   "Daddy's all time favourite in the whole collection is that Bugatti and
now it's ruined," Lucy wailed.  "He's going to kill me."

   Shit!  Bugatti - ruined?  My pulse raced, my sweat exploded and I nearly
spluttered with rage and confronted them.  My collection of classic racing
cars was world renowned and Lucy was dead right - I loved the old Italian
motor the best.  But what were they doing near it?

   "You shouldn't have taken us in there," said Ishara wisely.

   "But Isla wanted to see it, you know how techie she is.  I mean she
drives all of her dad's stuff.  It's not Lucy's fault really," argued
Sharon.

   I did know Jock Stewart's vast farm and the range of very expensive
machinery on it, coupled with the use he put his daughter to on the
machines, due to her inherent family mechanical traits.  I had never
excluded Peter or Lucy from the car collection, they had just never really
taken any interest in it, but to hear the rat pack had gone in and damaged
my pride and joy was shocking.  When?  Peter was with them?  He would never
have gone in with all seven girls.  "I am amazed he hasn't found out yet,"
said Emma.

   Lucy replied.  "He only got back about three or four hours ago.  He went
into town."

   It was me they were worried about.  Arriving back from Dublin this
morning, the house was deserted apart from Marie the cook/housekeeper.  The
first week of the school holidays, my kids, as were the others, enjoying
their freedom until Peter, Lucy and I went to Capri to the villa for three
weeks.  I hadn't gone into the collection, having popped into the
solicitors and then preferring to do some pottering in the garden to unwind
and think about the deal I had set up in Ireland.  I do a lot of thinking
in the garden, being good at it, although employing a gardener.  After all
it was my business and the root of my fortune in garden and aquatic
centres. Suddenly the girls were on the move and I took up a vantage point
to watch them.

   Bobby was first to leave the lodge followed by Emma.  The contrast in
those two, although the same age was staggering.  The tall voluptuous
13-year-old coloured girl in her black boob tube and clingy white hipsters
and no sign of panties beneath always thrilled me when I saw her.  I
assumed that she would be wearing a thong.  Her tits bounced when she
walked.  Little Emma, the eternal child.  Elfin like, so pretty with her
lush pony tail, so light on her feet and always smiling.  Her cream mini
skirt flared flashing her pale thighs.  Her tight yellow tee shirt, without
a bra under I noticed, gave just the pointed hint of the firm boobs she
would surely grow.

   The rest followed in a gaggle of bouncing, flashing prime teenage flesh
in their summer gear.  I watched voyeuristically at the perky butts,
quivering breasts, loose-limbed walks as they made their way somewhat
quietly to the house.  I wondered how to approach the almighty problem, but
first I needed to assess the damage myself.  I was agitated until they
disappeared in to the house, then I saw them ride away on their cycles.  I
went straight to the cars and saw that the near side wing mirror was
snapped off my prized Bugatti.  There was a minor paint scratch near it,
but I was relieved at the small extent.  I had spares galore and knew the
mirror was in stock.  The paint would be easy.  I wondered how it happened
as I wandered round the car.  A sliver of white caught my eye under the car
almost tucked behind a wheel.  I bent to pick it up from the spotless
polished mirror-like floor and gasped at the tiny pair of panties I
unfolded.

   Minute in scale, lacy with the barest of frills round the legs I
examined them.  I peered at the gusset.  It was stained but dry to touch. I
sniffed it and drank in the slight musky odours and mused on the owner.
Lisa came to mind immediately bearing in mind what I'd heard already.  I
stuffed the panties in my pocket and locked up.  Peter also came to mind
and I wondered if it was he who had removed them...and then what happened?
There was no other damage and the museum looked OK so I left to ponder it
and then got absorbed in various business calls.  Then I checked the
security cameras and got my answer.

   Peter had left a message, thoughtful to the end, that he had gone to
stay with his pal Justin for two or three days but would phone in sometime.
Lucy would have to approach me I decided as Marie told me the prepared
frozen meals she had left me before going on her own vacation.  The
thickset Spanish woman waddled away to the car where her husband Jose
waited and I had the place to myself.

   The car business was virtually forgotten and I idled some time at the TV
in my bedroom.  I heard Lucy come in and shouted a cheery response to her
call as she reached the hallway.  She peeked round the door at me and I
smiled a welcome.  My daughter approached me with a muted smile playing
across her pretty features in her tight white shorts which showed the
bottom cheeks of her delectable butt.  Her shiny pink top had tiny straps
which allowed her white bra straps to carve over her already tanned
shoulders and I mused on the current trend of displaying traces of
underwear, when once females went to extraordinary lengths to disguise
straps.

   "Hi daddy," she said as she slid onto the bed.  She kissed me on the
cheek and I snaked my arm round her, feeling the incredible heat of her
slender body.

   "Hello darling, had a good day?"

   "Sort of but looking forward to Capri and seeing Helena again," she
replied, referring to Helena my niece who was due to join us at the villa
with her mother and father.

   "You tired after Ireland?" asked Lucy, resting her head on my shoulder.

   "Nope, it was good, useful and they are a great crowd.  Super night in
Dublin last night.  You do anything while I was away?"

   I heard a slight intake of breath from behind the tousled mass of golden
hair masking her face.  She didn't answer but to my utter surprise she ran
her hand down my chest and straight under the waist band of my shorts.  I
gasped as she smoothed over my dormant cock which immediately started to
pulse as her experienced hand squeezed it and then slithered down to my
bollocks which were trapped down the legs.  I eased up, letting the
material loosen to allow my gorgeous little Lucy to gather the whole
collection together.

   "Darling, this is nice but you're a bit quick into it aren't you?  Don't
you want to play a game?" I breathed as she rubbed my hardening dick.

   "No daddy.  Just glad to see you back and to say thank you for helping
me with the schoolwork over last term," she replied.

   "Well that's OK sweetie.  I always enjoy being thanked like this.  You
in for the evening?"

   "You bet with Dickie coming up like this.  He's in for a treat too," she
giggled scrambling up on her knees.  "A special treat."

   With that my 12-year-old child cast off her top and her brassiere
quickly followed.  Her verdant breasts burst forth, so rounded and firm in
near perfect handfuls, tiny nipples pointing upwards, quivering, ripe and
ever so white compared to the tan lines already etched on her torso.  I
took the hint and slid my shorts and tee shirt off, wanking my erection as
Lucy stood on the bed and stepped neatly out of her shorts.

   There she paused for one brief moment, the pocket Venus, 12 years and 9
months old, in the sheer white silk panties we had both chosen on her last
birthday.  We had had great fun going round expensive lingerie shops and
choosing them together with other panties and bras, her saying mock things
as if they were for her older sister's birthday, not that she had one.  Now
you will have guessed by now that I had some special arrangement with Lucy.
I mean it's not the normal procedure between fathers and daughters to be in
the situation we were.

   From day one, Lucy had shown an incredible desire for my attention and I
nurtured and nursed her as much as Desiree my ex-wife had.  Lucy would wrap
whatever limb she had available round me from the moment she could and an
incredible bond had sprung up.  It got a bit embarrassing sometimes but we
managed to laugh it off and Desiree never suspected.

   By the time Lucy was two she was sucking my dick and she seemed to know
that it was taboo, so she never tried it on or let on when we weren't alone
as she got older and bolder.  I can't quite remember how that started but I
think it was over bath times and me being tipsy.  Through her formative
years, she never let a hint of our incestuous love slip out and I nourished
it lavishly, enjoying it as much as the many mistresses I had due to
Desiree's incurable frigidity.  Yes we'd brought two children into the
world, but her preoccupation with status and wealth meant more to her than
the kids so they were brought up by me in general.  I made time for them,
it was easy being the boss of a large empire with a good team I could leave
in charge.  Desiree fucked off with a bloke from the golf club that had
never interested me.

   Lucy bent over, her butt wiggling at me.  She was having trouble staying
upright on the mattress.  Slowly she drew the undies off and treated me to
the most gorgeous view of her crotch.  Pure, smooth and pinky white, the
curves of her pussy pouch melded into the crease of her arse.  Not a pube
could be seen yet although she had a fair sprinkling of soft golden down
all over her body.  She straddled me and bent to grasp my dick.

   "Get the KY daddy," she murmured, stroking my six inches of cock
intently.

   Now I knew what my treat was.  I reached into the bedside drawer and
quickly smeared the clear jelly on her butt, inserting my finger into her
puckered ring piece.  She giggled as I did and then without any further
prompting or words, Lucy squatted, held my dick upright as I watched it
centre onto her sphincter and with a deep breath she sat slowly onto it.
She rose once to adjust then suddenly she was totally impaled, my length
stretching her arse hole to its fullest extent.  I knew her ploy now of
course, this was to try and soften the news about the Bugatti, but I didn't
care.  I was getting fucked by my little girl's arse and it was delightful.

   Soon as I was happily ramming up at her bouncing butt until we changed
position and went doggy style.  The extra penetration this gave me was
incredible and she grunted with effort as she forced her buttocks back to
slap against my thighs.  I sometimes lifted her lightweight frame off the
bed, grasping her round the waist and reaming her like I would Kelly, my
32-year-old Caribbean secretary and Bobby's mum, who preferred anal sex,
although I couldn't lift her voluptuous size 14 frame off the bed.  My cock
glistened, slicked with only the slightest discoloured excretion mixed with
the KY as it pistoned at the decidedly opposite type and colour of rear
end. I warned Lucy of my impending climax and she shouted.

   "Give it me in there Daddy, all of it....  Urgghhhh I love you
Daddy...."

   It wasn't false sincerity, she meant it and I took Lucy at her word and
fucked hard, letting my jism boil up and pump into my child's fundament.
With a shout I finished, feeling the waves of tension seep away and I
sagged forward over her, heart pounding, feeling Lucy's anal muscles
nipping my steadily diminishing tool.  We collapsed laughing and as I let
her wriggle from under me, my dick flopped noisily out of her bum.
Instantly she grabbed tissues and wiped it clean and then she lightly oiled
it.  We cuddled and sighed happily in each other's arms, me gently rimming
her teats as she clutched my flaccid penis.

   "You're going to have a lovely sexy time, I've decided," she murmured.

   "Wow!  You're hot tonight Lucy, but would this all be about the
Bugatti?" I challenged.

   She leapt up and knelt before me, horror on her cute face, her titties
jiggling.

   "You know?" she screeched.  "Oh my God."

   "I know and I am upset, but it's not the end of the world in that I can
repair it easily.  I'm more interested in how it happened."

   "Peter hasn't told you has he?"

   "No he hasn't.  I just went in there and saw it," I lied slightly.  "So
what went on?"

   Lucy bit her lip, a habit which I love as it makes her pout even redder
and more succulent.  Almost trancelike she picked up my soft cock and
fondled it as if it was a comforter cuddly toy or some such thing, forming
her words as she studied the limp member in her hands.  "We had a little
party, Peter and I.  Isla wanted to see the cars, you know how techie she
is.  Four of Peter's friends wanted to see them as well so we took them
down under strict orders, you know..."

   I nodded and wrapped my arm round her to bring her close, giving her
confidence and shelter to unload the details.  She melted into me, our
naked bodies intertwined, her limbs snaking over mine, her boobs squashed
into me.

   "It was all of the girls you know, we all went in there, Lisa came on
strong to Peter, Henry was really keen on Sharon.  The others....  well we
sort of hung around.  Most of us just looked around, then James and Pierce
started fooling around, then they raced round sliding on the floor and it
was one of them Pierce, who lost his balance and fell onto the mirror.  His
watch scratched the paint," Lucy added.

   "But didn't Peter tell them to behave?" I asked, thinking about Pierce
Collingham-Brown and all 170 pounds of the bulky rugby playing lad.

   "Well...  he was snogging Lisa round the other side....  Oh my gosh!'
exclaimed Lucy, as I held up the panties I had found and extracted from my
shorts pocket as she told me the sorry tale.

   "These'll be Lisa's then.  Found them under the Bugatti," I declared
flatly.

   My daughter grimaced and bit her lip again.  I urged her face up to mine
and kissed her gently and as she responded I kissed her fully, tasting her
sweet lips, the sheer softness always amazing me.

   "Do you think he shagged her?" I asked as we gazed into each others
eyes. I knew the answer.

   "No Daddy.  Not enough time for that," she giggled answering correctly.
"Don't know how quick he is of course, but we were all there anyway."

   "Well I bet he felt her up with these thrown away," I chuckled,
remembering my lad's fumbling in Lisa's crotch.  "That's my boy."

   "Hmm!  She's too easy.  She's not my favourite of the posse," muttered
Lucy.  "I am awfully sorry Daddy.  I didn't know what to do and could only
think I could soften the news this way.  It's naughty of me isn't it?"

   "Shall I smack your bottom then?" I chuckled.

   "If you want," she murmured sleepily.  I slapped her butt playfully and
Lucy mewed in mock distress.

   "I think we should make someone pay for this somehow don't you?" I
asked.

   "Yes, all of us...  well mostly the girls are mortified, more that
you'll ban them from coming here and you know how they like the pool and
the sauna and the tennis courts.  They can't pay though, I mean which one
can pay for a vintage mirror?" she reasoned sensibly.

   "I have a way, but it'll be a challenge for you and it's very, very
naughty...for me to suggest it," I told her, lifting her face to mine.  I
pecked her lips again and she sighed.

   "Tell me you naughty boy," she chuckled, grasping my dick which would
have felt like a warm soft sausage in her hand.

   With my first sentence, Lucy exploded with a screech of astonishment and
then giggled in evil glee as I explained my plan accompanied by shrieks of
laughter from Lucy who sat up initially aghast at my improper suggestions,
but seeing the easy way out.  She finally fell on me, hot and flushed at
the excitement of the now "our' plan and soon she was sucking my cock up to
full erection.  I lay back and watched her expertise in enticing my
flaccidity, which wasn't difficult when you can imagine the inducements it
had.  My hands roamed over her tender young frame, not only her genitals,
but the curves leading to them, her golden hair which fell loose from it's
normal pony tail, her tiny pink painted toe nails which I sucked separately
and to which she always reacted with increased sexual fervour.  But soon of
course I was concentrating on her vagina, it's soft curvy pouch inviting me
to cup my hand over it and feel the length of her slit before inserting my
finger.  Lucy's clitoris was quite well developed and although she hadn't
started her periods yet, her cunt had all the freshness of a virgin which
she wasn't, tempered with the well fucked reactions of a much older girl.
She juiced up with minimum effort and soon I was on top of her in the
classic missionary position pounding deep into her fanny as she gasped with
pleasure at each stroke as my balls slapped her buttocks.

   My daughter came first.  It isn't a climatic shouting and roaring affair
for her, more deep sighs and shivers and clutches so tight as to squeeze
the breath out of me.  I always grind my pubic bone on to her clit to
excite the nerve button when I was ready and shortly after I came into her
preteen snatch as I would the four women I was fucking generally at the
moment, but all of much greater ages than Lucy.  We lay clasped together,
panting, sighing and listening to the sloppy sounds from our joined
crotches if we stirred.

   The night passed in the same way with experiments in positions, a meal,
some TV and more sex.  The next week seemed to take ages, but I needed the
time, both business wise and in setting the thing up with some judicious
technical help from a pal who thought I was setting up a new mistress.  He
didn't know of them all and settled happily for a video of one of them,
that I'd voyueristically caught unawares early in our relationship and
subsequently ditched.  Soon the day arrived when Lucy would activate the
plan.  I couldn't sleep the night before, Lucy stayed over at Bobby's and I
had quite a lot of preparation to do.  Several times in the evening before
bed, I went and made last minute checks and run throughs and all was
perfect.  It was mid afternoon on a seeringly hot day that Lucy, Emma, Lisa
and Bobby turned up.  Ishara was not interested, Sharon was on holiday with
her parents as was Isla.  But I was happy with the trio that Lucy had
rounded up for "the plan'.  I heard Lucy giving them the confirmation that
indeed Daddy welcomed them to the place any time but she was in charge and
on no account could they go to the cars.  They clattered about in the
kitchen and her bedroom for half an hour or so as I waited patiently in
front of a bank of screens.  I was locked in my office, with only the
slightest sound of the AC keeping the room cool.  A six pack of cold beers
kept me cool.

   Suddenly the screens came live, altering the various static views of my
bedroom and particularly the front area round Desiree's wardrobe and
dressing table.  Eight hidden mini cameras linked to VCRs each loaded with
3 hour tapes and my screens gave me wildly varying shots in motion as the
four girls took occupation and I listened to their banter.  I'd dabbled in
mini cams over the past couple of years and really got bored with them
after capturing Lucy occasionally, but I could get anything I wanted from
my little darling.  Now this new venture really excited me.

   "Daddy has given me permission to try on any of Mummy's stuff here,
which he's never bothered to get rid of," said Lucy, which was true.  The
stupid bitch of an ex wife had flounced off with a settlement not bothering
to take the expensive gear in her dressing room.  "Of course she took her
jewelry apart from these trinkets," she showed them a box.  "If you want
any of it you can take it, dresses, skirts, blouses...anything.  There's
loads of very expensive stuff here and look at these underwear cupboards,
they're stuffed with super gear."

   "And we can take it - for nothing?" scoffed a sullen Lisa who I could
see was already trawling through Desiree's dresses.

   I tweaked a button and the camera on top of the table zoomed into her
cleavage down the front of her tee shirt showing the top lace of her bra
and the slightly sweaty curve of her inner breasts.  I fondled my dick as I
gazed on her youth.

   "Sure try it on.  Come on lets get into some of it," shrilled Lucy,
urging them.  "There are some horrors in the ball gowns, but who wants
them. These undies are brilliant and I love pretty underwear."

   "So do I," trilled Emma, slipping off her shorts and cut off top.  I
swiftly adjusted another camera and got a low level view up her crotch from
behind and silently urged her to peel off her white panties.  She did and I
nearly lost control as she stood as if above me, stark bullock naked until
she bent over a drawer and started fishing for stuff.  I needed to watch
all of the cameras and soon all screens were giving me the sort of
voyeuristic delights only the wonders of modern technology can bring.  Lucy
homed in on one of the cameras and gave me a sly wink and flashed a smile
and she disrobed.

   As I watched the two sweeties, Lucy and Emma and their contrasting
frames, nude one minute and suddenly swathed in silk knickers, under slips,
brassieres etc I patiently waited for the two bigger girls to take up the
enthusiasm.  Bobby was sprawled back on the bed, my fucking bed, the bed I
would like to fuck her in, up on her elbows, her knees at the edge and I
zoomed in and there up between her spread legs was the flash of white
panties, below the hem of her black mini skirt.  She drew her legs up,
splayed her ankles and the resulting view between those arrow forming limbs
was spectacular.  I knew I would get shots of her naked later and focussed
on other gems.

   Lisa stood posing in front of a mirror holding a gown in front of her. I
urged her to undress and try the vast selection of underwear Desiree had
gathered.  She and Bobby would be the best models for it although Lucy
certainly part filled the bras which Emma just couldn't.  Lisa flung the
gown down and tried another, as I took in her tight tall figure encased in
three quarter length beige combats and a luridly purple vee necked shirt.
Her pert, high tits looked scrumptious.

   I concentrated on Emma again, lusting over her bare chest, with the
slightest bumps, but suddenly clearly there, was the tell tale sign of fair
pubic hair round her slit as she stood four square in front of a camera
holding a tiny silk teddy.  She cocked her leg and slipped it on.  It's
elasticated structure did cling reasonably to her, but of course where 34 B
cup tits were supposed to go, there were sad little piles of material.
However the sight of her peachy cunt lips undulating as she manoeuvred her
legs into the garment was absolutely stunning in full zoom mode.

   Bobby passed in front of her and I switched to another camera to see her
wriggle her mini skirt down.  I caught my breath as her rounded full black
butt swung into view, carved in half by white panties with lacy panels.  I
hoped she would go for the bras as she was about the same size as Desiree I
guessed.  I was disappointed, no that's a lie, as she then stripped off her
panties and started trying on various pairs of French knickers in all
colours which had been my ex's favourites.  Unfortunately Emma was in the
way of the best frontal view from the near camera, so I zoomed in using
another and got superb close-ups of her butt as the delectable black girl
shimmied in and out of the strips of silk.  Bobby turned and posed at Lucy
in a gorgeous pair of pale blue knickers, pulling the legs high.

   They all were giggling and chatting excitedly except for the moody Lisa,
who wandered around the room.  I knew she wouldn't find the cameras, but I
was intrigued when I saw her peering closely at the nude paintings and
erotic murals that adorned my boudoir.  I would be patient for her and
switched my attention back to Bobby who was now peeling off her top.  Her
breasts burst forth, held by a tight white sports bra which could not hide
the distinct bulges of her nipples.  For a 13-year-old, she was a
magnificent specimen of female form.  I was disappointed when she started
to clip a black wispy bra over her own support until my little gem Lucy
stepped in and gently ridiculed Bobby.  My daughter's collusion in the plan
worked as an embarrassed Bobby promptly drew off her bra and the full
wonder of her thrusting titties was like the sparkling burst of champagne
bubbles in my mouth as I savoured the magical moment.  I took a moment from
teen tit gazing to zoom in Bobby's brassiere and luckily the label was
sticking out where she had thrown it on the bed, my bed.  I gasped with
surprise and delight reading 32B - just about Desiree's size.  Please, I
pleaded silently to the black girl back on my screen, begging her to try on
many of the bras at her disposal.  She now successfully wore the wispy
black number, but was in the process of unclipping it.  As it dropped away
I saw the thimble shaped glossy lumps of her teats.  Hmm!  Just like her
mum I mused.  Still virgin lactators but what wondrous milk they would
surely produce I dreamed, as she fumbled with a handful of other
brassieres. Then she tried on some more knickers and I got superb shots of
her cunt and fuzzy pussy pouch.

   Lucy commented to Bobby about how much pubic hair she had compared to
her bald pussy, urging her to compare.  She was the proverbial little
marvel was my girl, as the next view she engineered was her, Bobby and
little Emma all lined up at the big mirror on the dressing table in full
frontal view of my camera.  Lucy tugged at her smooth puss pouch as if
searching for the first hairs, whilst Emma and Bobby merely smoothed their
hands over theirs as they giggled and then Bobby pulled each puffy side of
her cunt slightly apart, flattening the small bush of wiry black curls she
sported and I got a flash of pink before she got tired of the game and went
back to the brassieres.

   Lisa told them they were all mad and so what if one had more than the
other, they were still growing, she announced haughtily.  I had seen her
move back to the dresses and caught her dropping her combats.  High cut
white panties adorned her firm and shapely butt.  She stood in front of me
as she chose a dress and I zoomed in on her crotch, noticing the odd stray
hair peeking out of the narrow front gusset.  She slithered out of her tee
shirt and her shapely young boobies wobbled in her loose lace trimmed
brassiere.  They were fuller than Bobby's I reckoned but there was no sign
of teat bulge.

   Lisa never stripped to the buff the whole time she was in the bedroom.
She seemed preoccupied within herself and stayed focussed on the gowns.  I
had a wondrous time voyeuring them all including my daughter who was
showing off a little in front of the cameras, but I was always delighted to
see her tender charms.  Bobby, Lucy and Emma were totally nude for long
periods of time as they delved into the clothing and I got fantastic shots
from behind, up their legs and down their fronts.  Close-ups abounded
through my taping and I looked forward to the editing session.

   In the end they bagged up what they wanted and I watched them leave my
bedroom in high flushed excitement and chatter.  I switched the electronics
off.

   I managed to look as if I'd just walked in from the garden when I met
them in the kitchen where they were enjoying cold drinks and chocolate
bars.

   "Hi girls, got what you wanted?" I asked cheerily.  "Lucy said you'd be
over this week sometime."

   "Yes thanks Mr Hoskins, kewl!" they trilled as a chorus.  "Super gear
thanks," added Emma sweetly and stepping forward, she gave me a light kiss
on the cheek.  Her soft sweet breath and flowery scent thrilled my already
hyper sex glands as I looked down her chest, searching for glimpes of her
nipples.

   "Bet you all went for the swimsuits.  You going in the pool now?"

   "Right on," purred Bobby leaning against a worktop making her tits
thrust forward.  "Lisa only got one dress," she added.

   "That all?" I shot a glance at Lisa who perched on a stool.  She nodded,
scowled and her gaze pierced me.  "Thanks," she muttered.  I shrugged my
shoulders at her.  "If you're into dresses, you probably didn't see the
full load in Desiree's dressing room.  Did Lucy show you?" Lisa glanced at
my daughter who shook her head.

   "Sorry Lisa, we got all tied up in the frilly stuff didn't we.  More our
style, but if you want...." said Lucy.

   "You go off and swim, Lisa can see the dresses another time," I came in
on cue.

   "I can't swim," announced Lisa, just as Lucy had predicted.  "They can
go.  I'll go home."

   The girls accepted this happily.  I find that this generation accept
what the others say without question or protest unless it's a pretty
extreme statement or decision.  I went to the pool with the swimmers and
checked the pump and things and took the dust cover off.  Lisa went into
the toilet in the hallway as the others went into the changing area.  Lisa
emerged from the toilet while the other girls were still changing.  They
would go through to the pool through the other side, Lucy would see to
that.

   "Er..  Lisa, would you like to see the other dresses?  There's some
stunners up there.  I mean if they're not your scene maybe your mum or
sisters, anyone would like them.  I don't mind, was going to dump them one
day," I told her.

   "Don't have sisters and my mum's fat, but my Aunty Tracey and my cousins
might like them," she retorted brusquely.

   I shot my eyebrows up and turned up my hands in a quizzing gesture.
"Well?"

   "OK," she said.  She was certainly making life difficult.

   I turned and led her through the house and upstairs, going into my room
which of course was once the marital boudoir.  I opened a room behind a
full length mirror and made a flamboyant and cheery gesture with a grin.
She slunk past me, our arms brushing together skin to skin until she
started to leaf lazily through the countless gowns hung so pristinely.  I
watched her butt flex and relax as she wandered along the rails.

   "It's funny going through other peoples clothing I suppose?" I
suggested.

   "Mmm!" murmured Lisa, not looking at me.

   "Desiree had good taste, but she was a charmless grasping bitch in the
end," I added.

   Lisa shot me a steady glance and furrowed her thick eyebrows.

   "But that's Lucy's mum," she stated.

   "Yes and Peter's.  You know Peter," I got on the right tack, but
continued with the masquerade.

   "I did love her in the early days, but she only wanted money and more
money and social status.  Surely Lucy has told you?"

   Lisa nodded.  "Yeah!  She said she didn't look after her very well.
Peter said th....."

   "Oh!  He's told you too has he?  Not like my Peter, quiet lad with
hidden talents," I smirked, watching her blush dramatically.

   Lisa didn't answer and I took the big gamble.

   "I'll show you how good Peter is.  Come into my office a second," I told
her.

   "But aren't we....?" she mumbled.

   "Yes, but follow me a moment," I urged.

   Lisa puzzled, bit her lip, fondled a silk dress then meekly followed me
across the landing.  I made her sit in my big leather chair.  I quickly
glanced around making sure I had screened off all the electronic gear I had
spied with earlier behind a draw down blind.

   "This is my security stuff for the whole house and garden," I told her,
switching on an industrial looking TV in a cupboard.  The screen with a
tape already primed, came alive in black and white with the incriminating
scenes, which showed the girls and boys going into the car collection.
Lisa gasped as the full colour images unfolded, the japes, the techie Isla
scrutineering the cars, Lucy trying to stop the wild antics of the boys and
Peter and Lisa sat on the floor behind the Bugatti.  The damage occurred
and a stifled groan escaped from Lisa as then in utter silence we watched
the drawing off of her knickers.

   It was Lisa who led Peter who was easily willing.  She pulled off her
panties and cast them aside and put Peter's hand up her crotch.  She
fondled his cock under his shorts as they snogged.  Soon they were
disturbed with lots of calling and laughs, but they appeared totally
unembarrassed as they sorted their clothing in quite a hurry by a flustered
Lucy and very worried Peter by now.

   I pulled the missing white undies from my desk drawer and waved them at
an almost sobbing Lisa.

   "These yours, I presume," I said gently, letting them drop into her lap.
She scrunched them into her hand immediately to hide the evidence, but she
couldn't hide what was being played again on the screen after I pressed the
rewind button for a second or so.

   "Alright, switch it off please Mr Hoskins.  I'm sorry for the car..."
she stammered close to tears.  "We've got a deal haven't we?"

   "Yes we have Lisa and Lucy and Peter will sort the car out," I said
gently, switching the TV off and laying my hand on her shoulder.  She
stiffened at the touch.  I squeezed then released her.  The young girl
glanced up at me fearfully.

   "What are you going to do about...?" she nodded at the screen and then
her underwear in her hand.  I interrupted her.

   "You're what...  thirteen?"

   She nodded and bit her lip.  I do love that affectation on young girls.

   "You shouldn't be leaving your panties scattered about the place," I
advised, squatting down and placing my hand on her clutching hands.
"You're a very pretty young lady and I can't blame Peter for fancying you.
I would - in fact I do and you know why you're here,"

   Her eyes fluttered up to mine as she nodded, biting her lip.  She moved
her hands slightly and I relented with the pressure of mine but she didn't
pull away.  I let my little finger stroke her trouser covered thigh as I
tried to win her gaze which was watching my finger.

   "You know all about it I s'pose...sex I mean," I suggested.

   Lisa nodded too easily and swiftly.

   "Hey!  Come on - you don't.  You can't kid me," I whispered.  "Maybe
you've fumbled around, but...?"

   "I've shagged a boy," she declared defiantly.  " I have."

   "Wow!" I exclaimed, genuinely surprised at her statement and her
disclosure.  "That's very naughty of you and he.  You could get seriously
into trouble and catch things and get pregnant."

   "Look.  You're not my dad.  Why you going on at me like this...and you
said you fancied me so there, so why don't we....." she pouted, pulling her
hands from under mine and standing up.  I sat backwards onto the floor,
such was her haste.

   Lisa towered over me, her hands curling into one another, her knickers a
sad little ball between them.  Her boobs looked huge from this low angle.

   "Well OK it's just like I wanted to chat a while thats all," I answered.
Lucy had said Lisa was easy and she seemed up for it.  Lucy had also told
me that Lisa declared she had shagged seven times, but the girls were
sceptical.

   "Can we do it?  And then you won't tell my dad about these and the car
and things," she said sulkily showing me her panties.  They dangled
tantalising above me as they curled out of the tight ball she had created.
Tiny white cotton slivers of material not as fancy as the ones I knew she
was wearing at present.

   "You scared of your dad, darling?" I asked gently.

   She nodded and gave a little sob and I thought she was going to burst
into tears.  "He beats me and my brothers for the slightest things.  He's a
monster, he'll murder me if he found out about...you know."

   This confirmed something Lucy had told me and that the poor girl had run
away once before.  I got up and put my hands on her cheeks lifting her
face. Her brown eyes were limpid pools.  I admired the slightly olive
colouring of her skin as I gazed on her features with the odd rogue spot on
her chin.  Her heavy brows, lush lashes, the thick hair and close hair line
on her temples suggested a slightly hot blooded family line.

   "Let's forget the car and those and your dad.  Come with me away from
this stuff," I said softly waving at the TV screen.  She preceded me meekly
into the bedroom, allowing me a moment to press a button, near the screened
wall of TVs.

   "You said you've shagged a boy.  How old was he?" I asked, sitting her
on the edge of the bed, in a perfect camera angle.

   Lisa gulped and muttered.  "Eighteen."

   "Any more?"

   "Two...but that's all," she declared, fiery again.  So maybe the seven
was bravado.  I was inclined to believe her at the total of three.

   "Well if you've shagged an adult already, you must know things about
your body and protection...  you know?  You have periods yet?" I asked
sitting beside her and sliding my arm round her shoulders.  After a few
seconds she relaxed a little into my clasp.

   "Yeah!  Of course I do," she told me, rubbing her hands on each thigh in
agitation.  "Periods I mean."

   "Ah!  That's alright.  Lucy hasn't started yet," I told her, patting
her.

   "Finished mine last week," she suddenly announced.  "Are we going to
shag now Mr Hoskins?" I was astonished at the directness of the outburst.

   "Lisa baby, I said I fancy you.  I mean I want to shag you like nothing
else.  A man is attracted to a girl especially someone as pretty as you and
wants to....  er, yes I want to...." I left the sentence unfinished as I
put my hand on her thigh.

   Lisa watched my hand stroke up to the lap creases of her combats and
back to her knee.  I looked straight at her and she met my gaze.  She bit
her lip, I tensed my cock.  A smile crept over her lips.

   "OK - now?" she declared.  "It'll be really cool with the others
swimming.  I guess we're safe here."

   She was certainly up for a dare and I didn't waste any time.  I pulled
off her purple top and unclasped her brassiere, a surprisingly lacy one
considering her hard exterior.  A pair of perfectly formed uptilted, pink
nipple topped globes disappeared into my hands and Lisa groaned as my
expert fingers worked on the soft tender tits that filled my groping palms.
I lay her back on the bed and unzipped her combats, not blocking any
angles, taking in the stubble in her armpits.  She obviously had shaved
them but not recently.  The trousers took some getting over the clumpy
trainers she wore and I discarded those too in the process.

   The kid just watched, arms stretched wide, mute, breathing heavily as I
gazed at the bulge of her cunt and just a couple of stray pubes peeping out
each side of the narrow gusset of her undies.  I slid my fingers into the
waist band of her lacy tanga type of knickers and slowly drew them off,
finishing with a flourish for the camera.  I had planned to sniff them but
thought it might be too up front in the initial seduction .  I gasped as
the bush of dark pubes emerged, coating the top of her mound and starting
to spread lower but not disguising the succulent looking slit that nestled
between the cheeks of her mons.  She was going to be a bush baby for sure.
I was delighted to see that she had no distinctly formed labia.  Still baby
looking, a neat tightly bunched pouch of junior cunt.

   Placing my hand on the whole pouch of her teen cunt, she flinched and I
glanced up at her with raised eyebrows.

   "OK Lisa darling?" I breathed.

   "You going to shag me now?" she moaned.

   "Yes when we're both ready," I answered sliding her pliant legs apart,
really wide apart.  "I am ready Mr Hoskins, don't you want to do it now?"
Lisa asked.  I realised that her previous fuckers had probably cum in her
pussy in the time I'd spent undressing her.

   "You're not ready yet Lisa, anyway I need a condom.  Be a darling and
reach up and get one from that top drawer will you," I gestured.  Having
been vasectomised a year or so ago, I didn't need the rubber but thought
that it would make her more comfortable.

   To do this, she had to squirm up the bed and in the end twist making her
kneel and I plus the camera was offered the most delightful view of a
female's crotch that was ever invented.  While she fumbled in the drawer, I
slid up the bed behind her and placed my hands on her buttocks.  How hard
and cute they were, complete with a couple of pimples and she wriggled as I
splayed the cheeks of her arse, probably not used to such close and
personal attention.  She thrust her hand back at me with the packet of
three, trying to turn but the pressure in my hands forced her to collapse
face down.  I immediately dropped my face into her crack, thrusting her
legs wide and licking at her arsehole and cunt.

   "Oh noooo!" she wailed.  "You musn't...Mr Hoskinsssss..." Lisa protested
until her words slurred into a sigh as my tongue lapped at her fanny.  She
was certainly gamey down there, but after a full day out in the sunshine
since she'd left her bathroom that morning, most people would be far from
rose scented by now.  I loved it and Lisa started to appreciate the sort of
genital caresses she'd never had before in my reasoning.

   I stopped and she immediately swivelled, flushed face almost glaring at
me.  I slid off the bed end.  She saw me drop my shorts and whip off my
shirt.  My CK's jutted with my erection as I unpeeled a johnny.

   "Pull my pants down Lisa," I told her, standing to one side to capture
the action.

   She reached for my pants, not touching my cock through the cotton, as
most mature lovers would do.  She pulled them down and my cock sprung out,
hard, veined and leaking lube.  It's not big and extra thick, just an
average six-incher I reckon.  I knew how to use it that was my secret in
servicing a wife and two mistresses once upon a time and now four
mistresses and a daughter.  Lisa who just stared at it, seemed stumped on
how to put on the condom I handed her, so I grabbed it, tore off the
wrapper and soon my erection was coated in lubricated rubber.  She did know
what to do next and without comment lay back on the bed and spread her
legs. I made sure she was in the right position as I loomed over her.  I
grabbed her ankles, lifted them and spread them wide.  Then I kneeled with
my legs wide so that my erection and swaying balls would show between my
thighs.  I shuffled forward and lowered my groin down hoping I was getting
the good shots I wanted.  My knob brushed against her cunt.  She looked
naturally moist together with the short spell of licking I'd given her.
Aiming at her slit, I eased down and gained an entrance into her tight
young mott.

   I let go of her ankles and they rested on my shoulders.  She was slim,
almost athletic and would suffer no discomfort in the position.  I flopped
my hands down beside her, levering on rigid arms, looking at her face, her
eyes tight shut, her lips being bitten beyond coyness as I shoved
relentlessly on in my mission to fuck the 13-year-old.

   "It hurting Lisa?" I enquired softly.

   She opened her eyes and shook her head and whispered a no.  I lowered my
whole body over her, bending her double with her legs still over my
shoulders and let my body weight create the last push to penetrate her
completely.  The extra depth this position can achieve is incredible and I
wanted it first with the kid to make her realise she was with an expert.
Maybe her 18 year old fucker had been well endowed, but did he fuck her
well?  I raised my butt and spread my legs.  The camera would get a superb
shot of my cock drilling into her tight cunt and hopefully some good detail
of her arsehole flexing below in an almost flattened landscape of her butt.

   After a few hard deeply searching strokes, I let her lower her legs.
She let them drop uselessly to my side and I told her to wrap them round me
and pull me in.  She took to this like a duck to water and seemed to relish
the modicum of control she now had.  She also was keeping her eyes open and
starting to mew and give several glowing glances and come ons in the form
of eyes enticing and slightly but pleasantly frowned as I reamed her peachy
snatch.  Her eyes smouldered and her lips were wet and occasionally I
dipped and planted a kiss on their softness.  I knew she would welcome this
tender but front on approach and I was right as she started to buck her
hips up at me, wanting the full benefit of my rhythmic plunges.

   Her clitoris hadn't even been explored so far, but I knew the way to
stimulate it and eased my body up so that the root of my erection, with the
ring of rubber coiled round it would seek out her bud and excite it for
her. I pressurised it and she immediately groaned with pleasure and I felt
her hands scrape my back in the first signs of arousal that she had
physically shown.

   "Ooooeeee!" she sighed.  "That's really good Mr Hoskins."

   I wanted her to use my first name but decided not to prompt her fearing
the familiarity would be dodgy when used in front of the other girls.  Ah!
The other girls and my mind swept across the vista that would be swimming
below us.  Ebony skinned Bobby, delicate little Emma and my gorgeous
procurer daughter Lucy.  Their fragrant fresh bodies seared across my mind
and I went into overdrive with my fuck of their young companion.  I slammed
hard, not caring for her age, her pleasure and certainly not the virginity
of the still immature cunt I was shagging.  I couldn't damage it, she was
safe from conceiving and I wanted to come.

   With several more bursts of energy sapping grinding down on her mound,
accompanied by squeaks of delight, giving me the signals that Lisa was
getting pleasure, I let my jism bubble up unrestrained and flood the
condom. The spasms racked through me in my usual joyful gasps and
spluttering outbursts until I collapsed full weight on the kid and lay
panting.  She made no attempt to stroke or caress me and lay quietly as my
breathing slowed.  Finally she tried to wriggle out, but I bade her stay
and slid down onto my knees on the floor and held her legs wide.  I quickly
checked that the rubber was still on before I gazed in homage to the beauty
of her 13year old cunt as it elastically resumed it's natural shape.

   Now very wet it looked delicious and just the hint of inner labia peeked
from the dark slit.  I leaned forward and dipped my tongue into the moist
cunt as Lisa elbowed up and watched me intently.  I heard a sigh from her
as she saw the tip of my tongue delve into the bottom of her snatch and
slowly drag up until it surfaced over the hood of her clitty.  I rolled it
firmly on the hood and she flinched and blinked as I let my nose roam into
the dark bush above.  I sniffed into the curls as my tongue uncovered her
clitoris and she virtually leapt off the bed as I tickled the fresh young
bud.

   "Like that?" I mumbled.

   "Wow!  Yeah, it's different to when I do it," she giggled.  At last full
humour on her succulent lips shone through the gloomy sullen face she had
worn earlier.

   "You play with your clitty then?

   "Course I do.  It's nice," she giggled .  The giggle faded into sighs as
I started to lap heavily onto the ripe little pink spot I was now
unearthing by holding her cunt lips open with my fingers.

   Lisa had given up trying to close her legs and watched me between half
closed eyes as I buried my face in her young cunt.  My tongue darted into
every crevasse I could find in the tender opening, sucking out the juices
she was now freely flowing with.  I prised her tight slit further open and
saw the membranes of flesh that had so caressed and welcomed my plundering
prick.  I love the inner parts of cunts as much as the more obvious charms
of the outsides and I sucked hungrily on her clit again, stimulated by the
pleasures of my view inside the youngster's delicate minge.

   Suddenly without warning, Lisa grabbed my head and let out a short
stifled scream and my face was drenched with her cum.  She was a squirter,
a rarity, but I had encountered them before.  However a squirting fanny in
such a youthful body was a bonus and I held my face close as two more
spurts of her juice hit my face while I watched the muscles of her pussy
convulse.  My mouth managed to catch a droplet of the tangy fluid as Lisa
writhed above me, one hand curling into the bedspread in ecstasy.  She
moaned with a deep sort of tone as I dipped to lick at her clitty again,
letting her experience her orgasm to the full.  I was light with my touch
as my tongue danced on her bud, the tiny heart shaped pearl sitting up
nicely while I fingered her mound, stretching her clit hood up into Lisa's
hairs to fully expose it.

   Her fingers coiled into my hair and she grabbed me with her other hand
and yanked my head up.  "No more, no more please," she pleaded.

   I stopped understanding the burning sensation that can follow a climax
is more intense in some females than others.

   "Good?" I breathed, feeling for a stray hair in my teeth.

   "Mmm!  Aamazing.  I've never felt that before," she sighed, sitting up.
"What did you do?" "I sucked your pussy the way it's meant to be sucked
Lisa darling.  Never had that before?" "Nah!" she exclaimed.  "I mean I've
played with it like I told you but no one's ever sucked it ever," she
giggled.  "I like it though."

   I got up off my knees and sat beside her intending to caress her breasts
but she lay back then sat up again.  Almost dreamily, Lisa got up and
walked round the room peering at the pictures and I studied her firm young
frame, buttocks flexing, limbs taut, tits high and wobbling as she stood on
tiptoe in one case to stare at a particularly erotic Japanese print by
Utamaro in 1788 of a Mandarin and his concubine.

   "He's got a big one," she remarked with a giggle, pointing at the
grotesquely large donger on the print, which was partially inserted in the
concubine's wide open and very hairy cunt.  Her arsehole was drawn in great
detail too and I wanted to explore Lisa's bum while I had her nude.  She
turned as I got up and giggled and pointed at the condom hanging loose and
wobblingly full between my legs.  I started to pull it off but she ran to
me.

   "Oo!  Is that all your stuff in there?" she asked bending to peer at the
sad looking rubber.  "Yes, I'll take it off and throw it away," I answered
rather sheepishly on how I'd forgotten about it and the stupid way I must
look.

   Lisa reached out a finger and tapped the rubber making it swing.  She
slipped it off my slack cock and held the rubber up gazing at the spunk
filled bulb.

   "All those babies," she said quietly and then handed it to me.  I
deposited the load of infertile spunk in a waste basket near the bed having
wrapped it in a tissue and turned to find her dressing.  Her panties were
on already.

   "Hey!  What's going on?" I queried, going to Lisa and grabbing her tiny
waist.  She was in the middle of clasping up her bra as she replied.

   "I'm going now Mr Hoskins.  We had a deal and we've done it OK?" she
said cutely with a slight smile and tilt of her head.

   "Hey!  I know that...."

   She pulled away from my grasp having got her bra done up and she pulled
on her combats.  "I thought we'd explore each other a little more Lisa
darling.  There's loads of time and the girls think you've gone home.  You
got the bus here didn't you, so there's no give-away bike down there, so
what's the rush?"

   "You shagged me that was the deal.  I mean I liked it, but that's it Mr
Hoskins.  I did like it honest and you've shown me what it's like to be
licked but that's it."

   I sat heavily on the bed, nude, flummoxed, disappointed to say the least
as Lisa pulled on her purple top and tidied her hair.  Seconds later, in a
daze I was showing her downstairs, carefully listening towards the pool and
hearing the shrill noise of the other girls.  Lisa trotted off down the
driveway without so much as a goodbye and I watched her cute butt undulate
until she disappeared round the shrubs.

   Lucy and the others lazed about after swimming and I joined them
watching their sleek bodies.  Taking drinks and munching on crisps and
snacks they were chirpy and Lucy kept flashing me a knowing grin.  I went
up and showered and Bobby and Emma left while I was up in my office,
setting the tapes to re-wind intending to see what gems I had captured.
Lucy joined me.  "I don't feel too good," she told me with a disgruntled
expression.  "Maybe the chlorine in the pool.  Anyway - did the plan work
daddy?" she giggled jumping on to my lap, wearing a flimsy loose dress
which hardly reached her butt.  "You shag her?"

   I nodded and patted her luscious bare buttocks thanking her for her part
in the conspiracy.  "Got her on tape too hopefully, just rewinding now," I
added.

   "You evil naughty lovely man," she squealed.  smothering my face with
wet soft kisses.  "Can't believe I agreed to your request when you first
mentioned it.  It's outrageous that you asked me to shag my friend to pay
off the damage to the Bugatti and you know it's chicken feed to you.  Can I
watch?"

   "Of course you can darling," I whispered into her shampooed locks.

   Lucy mewed - settled, got up and went to the toilet and again settled
like a mother hen deeper into my lap and I put my hand on her bare thighs
as I zapped the remote to start the tape.  We watched in silence as the
scenes unfolded.  Lucy told me she didn't feel well again.

   "It's a strange deep inside feeling, like heavy in my stomach low down,
weird," she said in a troubled tone.

   I must admit to not taking too much attention as my eyes were glued to
the lovely sights unfolding on the screen.  Lucy giggled and whooped when a
particular scene excited her.  There were literally hundreds of gem shots
of the four girls undressing and cavorting in my bedroom and I could fill
an album many times, but had the all important tape of the action to watch
at my leisure.

   Whilst watching I fiddled my hand under Lucy's bum and played around
with her arsehole and cunt.  She seemed hot in temperature as well as for
action, pressing her butt down on my invading digits and squeaking with
pleasure when I tweaked her clitty.  She was very hot and sticky inside her
tender young mott and when she jumped off my lap to answer the phone, on
the assumption it's always for her which it invariably is, I spotted the
bloody reason for her discomfort.  Her period had started.  She finished
the phone call and I showed her my messy fingers.

   "Wow!  Daddy that's cool.  At last it's happened to me.  I'm the last of
the posse to have the blob.  I knew something was wrong earlier but
couldn't put my finger on it," she said gravely, getting some tissues to
smother my fingers in.  "I've certainly put my finger on it," I chuckled,
hugging her closely.

   "Don't be crude," she chastised me pleasantly.  "Puts paid to shagging
me for a while then." I swooped on her dress and hoisted it easily over her
tousled head.  Her titties were braless and stuck out at me and I smoothed
my hands over them as she sighed, moving close between my legs.

   "Don't you believe it my sweet.  Many women are hotter during their
periods than when not and I think you're like that too," I whispered,
pulling her close and nibbling her teats.

   "Wow!  Can we?  Ohhhhhyesss," Lucy shuddered.  "You're all hard too
daddy.  You can really shag my pussy even though it's my period?" she
squeaked excitedly.

   I nodded.

   "We don't mind a bit of mess do we?" I chortled as she slung my stiffy
out of my pants.  With that, my darling daughter slid her leg over mine,
aimed my erection at her cunt and sat forcibly down onto it, accompanied by
the most delightful slurpy sounds as I entered her sluicing vagina.  The
sex we experienced that day was probably the most intense we'd ever shared,
even more so than when I took her cherry so many years ago.

   Afterwards, she got on with cleaning us up like an old housewife and we
chatted about the future.  The fact that I told her I would like to shag
Bobby and Emma too brought her to tears of laughter in amazement at the
outrageous suggestion.  But she didn't dismiss it...

   FIN



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