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KELLY'S SEXY SCHOOLGIRL PANTIES
   Written by Emily Walsh (emilygirl*AT*fastmail*DOT*fm)

   Chapter 1

   Kelly Johnson was a little tease.  At the age of 16, she had already
managed to earn herself a lot of extra pocket money by doing little sexual
favours for several older gentlemen in her neighbourhood, but she knew she
could earn more - much more.
   It started with her paper round, and at Christmas when she put little
cards through all the doors wishing everyone a Merry Xmas, luv from Kelly.
She didn't really give a shit whether they had a merry Xmas or not, but it
did remind them that she had delivered their papers, and it often prompted
them into leaving a tip for her.
   So early December off she went on her bike with a bagful of cards to
deliver.  She enjoyed biking round her neighbourhood to do her paper round.
It was much quicker than walking, and there was the added bonus of being
able to upset all the businessmen by letting them see her panties and then
cycling off quick.  She always wore very short skirts, even in the
wintertime, and deliberately let them ride up whenever she saw one on his
way to the station.  There was one in particular, Mr Pervy she called him,
who always left his house at 8 o'clock exactly.  Kelly used to try to be
cycling towards him just after he left his house every day.  She didn't
always make it, but when she did it was real fun.  He would pretend not to
notice her, but she could see him desperately trying to look up her skirt.
All he ever got was a quick flash of her knickers as she shot past, and she
knew he would have done anything to get a longer look.
   As she rode into The Avenue, with her long blonde hair blowing behind
her in the wind, she saw the old bloke at number 13 getting out of his car
and went into the drive to give him his card.  He looked pleased to see
this small, beautiful blonde girl coming to see him, and she remembered
that last year he had given her a very generous £5.  Better be nice to him.
   Kelly gave him his card and wished him a rather early Merry Christmas.
How kind, he said, and asked her how she was doing at school.  Kelly got
back on her bike and sat there chatting to him, telling him how well she'd
done in her exams.  As she sat there, with one foot on the pedal and one on
the floor for balance, she saw him looking at her legs, trying to look up
her skirt.
   Dirty old bugger, she thought, but instead of sitting on her bike a bit
more modestly, she slowly moved her left leg so that he could see further
up her skirt.  It was about 5 o'clock, and dark, but his drive was well lit
by the sodium street light outside.  Kelly had started her round straight
after school and was still wearing her uniform.  She knew the effect it had
on the men, and she enjoyed that.  The school she went to was very
traditional over uniform, and although a lot of the girls wanted to wear
trousers, the head wouldn't move on the issue.  Kelly reckoned he just
liked seeing young girls in their school uniform.
   So there she was, wearing her grey pleated skirt, little white socks,
blue blouse and school tie.  It wasn't any of these that Jim Marsham was
interested in now though.  As her left leg moved further and further out,
Jim became more and more aware that her white cotton panties were becoming
visible.  He couldn't believe what he was seeing.  This beautiful blonde
angel of a young girl was sitting on his drive on a bicycle, and he could
see right up her skirt.  What was more, she didn't seem to be aware of the
fact.
   He tried to keep her talking as long as possible, worried that she would
just cycle away to the next house, and also that she might notice his
frequent furtive glances between her legs.  He was saying anything that
came into his head just to keep her there.  How things were when he went to
school, all those years ago, how things had changed, and how lonely he was
since his wife had died.  And all the time he kept glancing at the taut
white cotton between Kelly's legs, his cock stiff in his trousers.  He
thought he could just make out her labia, and he longed to touch her, to
put his fingers inside her warm moist panties, to press his old face up
against her cunt, even just to sniff those panties.
   Kelly wriggled her little bum on the saddle and decided to shock the old
chap.
   "Mr Marsham, are you trying to look up my skirt?"
   Jim was horrified.  So she had noticed after all.  What was he to do?
   "No no my dear.  I was just looking at your bicycle.  Is it new?"
   He realised this was pretty lame as soon as he said it, but it was too
late.  How the hell could he get out of this now?  He could almost see the
girl's parents at his front door, and the policeman asking him awkward
questions about what he had been doing.  Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.
   Kelly wasn't really sure what to do next, but she wondered if she could
get some money out of him.  She had already managed to earn a few pounds by
letting men touch her inside her bra, and even once or twice up her skirt,
but she'd never let them go beyond the touching.
   It hadn't always been easy stopping them mind, and she remembered going
into one man's garage and letting him touch her breasts for £5.  He put his
hands inside her blouse and rubbed her breasts, but then as she felt his
cock going hard against her leg, he had forcibly pinned her against the
garage wall and started kissing her hard.  His tongue was darting all round
her mouth, but worse still his hands had moved from her breasts and were
lifting up her skirt.  All of a sudden he had both his hands inside her
knickers and he was groping her, trying to open her legs so that he could
put his oily fingers inside her cunt.  Kelly knew how to look after herself
though, and a quick hard kick in the balls soon had him off her.
   She needed more money than this though for the lifestyle she was into.
Her pocket money went nowhere, and the odd £5 didn't help a great deal now
either.
   She had to stay cool.
   "Mr Marsham, I know you were looking up my skirt, and I don't think my
Dad would be very pleased if I told him."
   "Silly little girl", said Jim, " I'm old enough to be your grandfather.
How dare you accuse me of something like that?  I think we should tell your
father, so he knows what a liar you are."
   This was much better.  He'd gained his composure now, and he felt sure
that he could bluff his way out of this one.  Kelly was a bit floored
though.  She'd been half thinking of blackmailing him, but she thought it
could all go horribly wrong and backfire on her.  Who would they believe?
What proof had she got?
   As she thought about all this, she realised that it wasn't going to
work, but she also had an idea.  Blackmail would be a great way of earning
her a lot of money, but she had to get it right.  It had to be something
serious, and it had to be something she could prove.  She knew in a flash
what to do.
   "I'm sorry, Mr Marsham.  I must have made a mistake.  I hope I haven't
embarrassed you."
   This was music to his ears.  She hadn't really seen him looking after
all.  He was in the clear.  Relief, oh great relief.
   "To tell you the truth, Mr Marsham, I was actually half hoping you had
been looking up my skirt.  I don't seem to be able to get a boyfriend, and
it was sort of nice to be getting some attention.  I'd better go now, and
I'm very sorry to have made such a fool of myself."
   Kelly looked near to tears.  She was a bright girl, already very well
able to understand men, and she had a pretty good idea how this
conversation would continue.  She was right, and Jim was about to be drawn
into her plans like a fly to a spider's web.
   "That's alright my dear.  Don't cry now.  Dry your eyes on my
handkerchief."
   She had him where she wanted him.
   "Would you mind getting me a glass of water please"?
   Jim said of course he didn't mind, and went round to the back of the
house to the kitchen.  Kelly followed him round with her bike.  She stood
just outside the door, rubbing her eyes to remove a piece of grit which in
reality didn't exist at all.  As he came out of the kitchen with the glass
of water, she started crying, saying her eye was hurting and could he get
the grit out.
   Jim was pleased to help her of course, suspecting nothing, and still
feeling very sorry for this poor girl who had no boyfriend.  What a waste
he thought.
   As she lifted her face to his, she opened her big blue eyes wide and
pressed her breasts against him.  She felt his prick stiffening against her
and she knew he was hooked.  She moved her right hand slowly but very
surely to the bulge in his trousers and rubbed it gently.
   "You find me attractive don't you", she whispered.  "Tell me I'm not
ugly".

   Chapter 2

   Jim was shocked.  He didn't know how to react to this.  His head told
him he was playing with fire here, but his cock was sending very different
messages to his brain.  As Kelly rubbed his penis slowly, he felt it
growing bigger and bigger.  The spunk was seeping out of the end of it
already, making a wet patch on his trousers.  It reminded him of his
surreptitious visits to backstreet porn shops, when after a few minutes
browsing he would always have sticky trousers.
   He had been married, but his wife had died some time ago.  Not that he
wasn't still interested in women.  Quite the opposite in fact.  It was just
that they didn't seem very interested in him.  Masturbation was one of his
great pleasures in life, and at least it was free.  Well, almost free.  He
had to buy his porno mags, and his porno videos, then there were the
telephone sex lines which he spent so much time on.  He wondered sometimes
what his neighbours in this respectable area would think if they knew how
he spent his time.  It was alright for them, though.  They all had wives or
lovers.  All he had was his porn collection and a telephone.  Not fair
really.
   Kelly was still rubbing his cock, and he was afraid he was going to
come, and make a fool of himself.  He had to control himself somehow.  He
thought about his beloved car.  It worked.  His cock started to subside.
   "You think I'm ugly, don't you?"
   "Of course I don't.  You're really pretty."
   "You've never even noticed me before.  And I've been delivering your
papers for months."
   " I have noticed you.  I've watched you from behind my curtains, and
I've wanted to talk to you but didn't dare.  Why did you touch me though?"
   "I was lonely, and I just wanted someone to notice me.  I thought it
would make you want me, but now I'm not so sure.  You don't fancy me, do
you?"
   Jim thought for a few seconds that he'd blown the biggest chance he'd
ever had in his life.  Here was a young girl who'd had her hand on his
cock, and all he could do was think about cars to get rid of an erection.
What on earth must she think?
   "I was afraid someone would see us."
   "Let's go inside then", said Kelly, and gave him a sweet little smile.
   Jim followed her into the kitchen like a lamb to the slaughter, thinking
this beautiful young girl had the hots for him when all she really wanted
to do was blackmail him.  Poor bastard.
   He pulled the curtains so no one could see in, hardly able to believe
his luck, but all the while scared stiff in case he got caught.  He knew
what he was about to do was wrong, so very wrong, but nothing was going to
stop him now.
   Kelly sat on the table and opened her legs just a fraction.  She kicked
off her clumpy black school shoes, and sat there swinging her legs
tantalisingly.  Jim watched her as she lifted her legs onto the table and
sat there, smiling.  He was utterly fascinated by this lovely creature, and
stared at her like an idiot.
   "What's the matter?", she said.
   "I think I love you".
   "Don't be silly".
   "I haven't been this close to a girl like you for more than 40 years".
   She giggled, and playfully touched his bulging trousers with her foot.
He held her foot, feeling its warmth through the white cotton socks.  She
was beautiful, from her warm little feet to her long blonde hair, and she
was his for the taking.  God had been kind to him at last.
   He wondered what to do next.  Where should he start?  He had here on his
kitchen table a lovely blonde schoolgirl, in her uniform too, from her
white socks to her grey pleated skirt, and her blue blouse.  He could see
her pert young breasts jutting out under the blue blouse, and he wondered
what her nipples were like.  Kelly drew her knees together under her, only
too aware that in doing so she was exposing her little white cotton
panties. Jim stopped bothering about her nipples.  His eyes were almost out
on stalks.  Panties!
   Jim had a bit of a problem with panties.  Some would call it a fetish.
He would stop at nothing for a flash of a girl's knickers, and here was
this lovely 16 year old showing off her panties like there was no tomorrow.
   Kelly could hardly fail to spot the effect she was having on him.  He
gawped at her in amazement as she slowly moved her knees apart, exposing
herself completely to his stare.  She lay there on the kitchen table, the
soles of her feet flat on the table top, her skirt up to her waist, and her
legs wide apart.
   "You like looking at my panties, don't you?"
   He gulped.
   "Do you want to touch me........down there?"
   Did he?  More than anything he had ever wanted before in his life.
   Kelly pulled his hand towards her.  It didn't take much.
   "Touch me then".
   Jim put his hand on Kelly's white panties.  He was physically shaking,
with a strange combination of excitement and fear.
   "Properly, then."
   He was more than a bit taken aback by all of this.  16 years old and she
was behaving like a little slut.  He was embarrassed by the whole thing,
and she was just lying there with her legs apart, skirt round her waist,
egging him on to finger her cunt.
   So why not, he thought?  He rubbed his second and third fingers gently
up and down her crotch, pushing the thin white cotton material into Kelly's
pussy.  As he stroked her cunt she started getting very wet inside.  So
were Jim's pants, as his cock started dribbling cum.
   His mind raced ahead.  He imagined himself standing over Kelly, his
erect penis in his hand.  She was licking it, whilst at the same time
dipping the middle finger of her right hand in and out of her cunt.  She
lifted her finger to Jim's mouth.  He could smell the girly cunt sort of
smell that only young girls cunts smelt of.  It was beautiful.  He licked
the finger held out to him, and tasted the musky scent of Kelly's young
cunt.  Kelly was still licking his cock, and he thrust it hard into her
mouth.  A warm gush of sticky white semen spurted out of his cock.  He felt
good.  The cum shot out all over Kelly's pretty young face.  This was a
dream.  His cock kept on coming like there would be no end to it.  Jim was
wanking himself off over her upturned face, as the creamy white seed
spurted out of his prick all over her eyes, her nose and into her rosebud
mouth.
   Spurt after spurt of hot spunk spattered onto Kelly's face, until it was
dripping down and into her mouth.  Jim's cock was still spurting as he
continued his everlasting orgasm, shooting spunk up Kelly's nostrils and
into her blonde hair.  Would it never stop?  Kelly pursed her lips, shaping
them like a tight little arsehole.  He pushed his spurting cock into her
mouth, splashing his seed across her chin as he did so.  In out, in out, in
out, shooting load after load right to the very back of Kelly's throat. 
She opened her mouth wide.  Jim's cock just kept on spunking, until her
pretty mouth was full to the brim.
   His cock stopped its spurting just in time to stop the poor girl from
drowning.  She was gagging and choking with the overflowing semen, dripping
down her chin, leaving dark blue wet smears down her nice clean blue school
blouse.
   "Swallow it, you little whore".
   Kelly swallowed the gloopy sticky semen as fast as she could.  She
wanted to spit it out, but Jim wouldn't let her.
   "Don't spit it out, or I'll piss in your mouth until you choke".
   He couldn't believe he was saying or doing these things, but here he was
with this young schoolgirl on his kitchen table.  Seeing was believing,
after all.
   Kelly swallowed the mouthful of cum, as she was told.  It was salty and
she felt sick.  She retched, and spewed up most of Jim's semen onto the
floor.
   "You little cunt.  How dare you waste my spunk like that."
   Jim's cock was still hard, with spunk still dribbling out of it.  He
wanted to punish Kelly for not swallowing all his come, and without really
thinking forced his cock into her mouth, though she tried to stop him.  His
balls felt swollen and tense, and he had the feeling he sometimes had in
the middle of the night after a heavy drinking session.  He had to have a
pee, but here he was with his cock in this girl's mouth, and he didn't want
to waste any time.
   His cock was bursting, and not with semen this time.
   "Keep your mouth open, you little whore".
   Kelly could guess from the look on his face what was going to happen
next, and she didn't want it.
   "I've got to get back now" she said, starting to get down from the
table.
   "Oh no you don't.  Lie back on that table and open your mouth."
   Kelly could see she was in big trouble now, so she did as she was told.
Jim held his cock over her pretty little face, and began to piss all over
her.  Kelly started to cry, it was so awful.  The tears streamed down her
face and mixed with Jim's warm yellow pee.  She did as she was told and
opened her mouth wide.  The piss from Jim's cock spattered into her open
mouth, filling it until it overflowed all over her pretty little face.  She
grinned, thinking this was the best way to save herself from even more
trouble.  Jim had stopped peeing into her at last, and she lay there
grinning, her mouth full of his hot piss.
   Kelly slowly started to drink down the yellow fluid, as Jim watched. 
Slowly, it vanished down her throat, leaving her mouth salty and smelling
of urine.  Jim felt an overwhelming urge to taste her mouth.  He put his
tongue into Kelly's hot little mouth, and licked all round it.  Their
tongues met, and they shared the salty taste of Jim's piss.

   Chapter 3

   Jim woke with a start.  This had just been a dream.  None of it had
happened, and here he was still, with a 16-year-old blonde schoolgirl,
still in her uniform, lying on his kitchen table, with her white cotton
knickers just inches from his face.
   "What's the matter?  You look as if your miles away" she said.
   Jim got a grip of himself.
   "Shall I take my panties off?  I know, let me take my blouse and skirt
off as well."
   "No.  Leave them on.  I kind of like them."
   "Do you like schoolgirls then?"
   Jim had to admit that he did.  He loved their uniforms, and the last
thing he wanted Kelly to do was take it off.
   Kelly wriggled about a bit more on the table.
   "I'm going to have to go in a minute."
   "Why", said Jim.  "You haven't been here long."
   "No, Silly.  I mean GO", said Kelly.
   "What do you mean?"
   "You know.  GO.  For a pee!!  I'm going to wet my panties if I wait much
longer.  It must be that glass of water."
   Jim wanted desperately to watch Kelly wet her panties.  He had seen it
in magazines and films, and he had even watched girls doing it through
binoculars, but he had never seen it done right in front of him.  He
wondered just how he was going to drop it into the conversation though.
   He didn't need to.  Kelly could sense from the look on his face that
just talking about wetting her panties was getting him going.
   "That's making you horny, isn't it?  You'd like to see me wet my
knickers, wouldn't you?  " Kelly could just imagine how much she was going
to be able to extract from Jim later on for all this!  How much was he
going to be prepared to pay to keep her quiet?  She had a mental picture of
herself sitting on the floor surrounded with £5 notes.
   Jim admitted that, yes, he would rather like to see Kelly wet her
panties.  He was ashamed of what he was doing with this young girl, and
sort of just whispered it to her.
   Kelly found this absolutely intriguing.  Just why did he want to see her
wet her knickers?  She hadn't met anyone like this before, and she found it
very odd.  She told Jim to say it properly, not just whisper it, or she
wouldn't do it.  Jim was now really embarrassed, and just hung his head in
shame.
   "Say it properly or I won't do it".
   Jim looked at her, sadly, ashamed at his behaviour to this pretty young
schoolgirl.
   "I want you to wet your panties.  Please do it for me."
   "Beg me, then", said Kelly.
   "Please, please, please, Kelly, will you let me see you wet yourself?"
   This was starting to make him feel very horny, just saying the words,
and he could feel his cock stiffen again.  This was, after all, the only
chance he was ever going to get to talk really dirty to a young schoolgirl
still in her school uniform, and he decided he'd better make the most of
it.
   "Kelly, I want you to wet your knickers.  I want you to let the piss
spurt out of that tight little cunt, and stain your little white panties
yellow.  Then I want to lick your panties, and suck the wet patch, whilst
you pee some more."
   Kelly was taken aback by this change.  No more the hesitant old man, now
he seemed very much in control of himself.
   "You are a sexy little girl, and I am so pleased that you came into my
house.  I haven't given you your Christmas gift yet this year.  I was going
to give you £5, but would you like to earn a bit more?"
   Jim was worried that this delightful creature was going to get
frightened by his dirty talk, and just run away.  She seemed pretty relaxed
about it, but she might just be a little prick teaser who would get scared
and run off.  He didn't want that to happen - oh no!
   "I have a proposal to make to you.  You've earned your £5 by delivering
my papers so reliably over the last year, but I could pay you quite a lot
more than that if you were specially nice to me."
   "How do you mean, nice?"
   "Well, you'd have to, sort of, be my girlfriend, and we would do the
things that boys and girls do when their parents are out."
   "Like kissing, and that?"
   Kelly knew full well what he really wanted, but she couldn't resist
teasing him.  She was also starting to rethink the blackmail plan.  Perhaps
she could make just as much this way, without any of the risks.  She
wondered how much she could get him to pay.
   "Well, er, um, a bit more than that, actually."
   He'd gone all shy and hesitant again.  But why, he thought.  He was the
one with all the money, and this was just some silly little schoolgirl
looking for a bit of extra pocket money.  He'd show her who was in charge.
   "Kelly, oh sweet sexy little Kelly, I want to stick my big fat cock up
your tight little cunt and spurt hot spunk into you.  I want to sniff your
little panties after you've peed into them.  I want to lick your tight
little bumhole.  I want to suck your pussy.  I want you to suck my penis
until I come all over your pretty little face.  I want you to swallow my
sticky seed.  I want you to squat over me and piss all over my face, then I
want you to slowly sit on my face in your wee stained knickers and let me
suck your little cunt through them.  I want you to hold your pussy open for
me while I piss inside you.  I want to masturbate over your panties whilst
you're still wearing them, so the cum runs down your panties and into your
vagina.  Then I want to lick the cum out of your pussy."
   "You want quite a lot then, really", said Kelly.  She was a bit shocked
by this sudden outburst from Jim, and hadn't realised the depths of his
lusting for her.  She knew that he fancied her, but didn't know how far he
wanted to go.  Very plainly, he wanted to go as far as he possibly could,
and she found this at the same time frightening and exciting.
   "That's going to cost an awful lot of money.  If I'm to do all those
wicked things you'll have to make it worth my while.  My Mum and Dad would
kill me if they found out."
   "How much do you want then?"
   Kelly thought for a bit.  She wanted to get as much as she could from
this man, but she didn't really know just how much he would be prepared to
pay.  If she asked for too much he'd just tell her to clear off, but she
didn't want to ask for too little.  It was very difficult to guess how much
he would pay.  This was quite a nice house, there was a nice big TV, and it
looked as if Mr Marsham had enough money to be able to afford quite a lot.
   Kelly got off the table and sat on the settee.  Jim sat on the chair
opposite, anxiously waiting for an answer.  She figured that her best bet
was to get him so worked up that he couldn't refuse her.  This was a pretty
accurate guess.
   "Well", she said, allowing her grey skirt to ride up her lovely long
legs, "That's a very difficult question".
   One of the buttons on her blue school blouse had come undone, and Jim
could see her little white bra inside.  He imagined her breasts nestling
inside and wanted to put his head between them.  Perhaps soon he would be
able to.  He'd pay anything she asked.  He had to.  This was a chance he
would never get again to his dying day.
   Kelly allowed her legs to part a little so Jim could see up her skirt.
He didn't miss the opportunity, and stared at her white cotton knickers. 
He could see little wisps of her pubic hair just peeping round Kelly's
panties, and longed to see underneath.  She knew the effect this was having
on him and slowly pulled up her skirt.  With her skirt around her waist and
her legs getting wider apart, Kelly started gently rubbing the crotch of
her panties, whilst Jim sat mesmerised.
   "Do you like it when I do this?"
   "You know I do, but please, I need to know how much you want.  I can't
afford very much you know.  I'm only a pensioner, and I don't have much
money."
   "I'm thinking", said Kelly, continuing to rub herself provocatively.
   "God", thought Jim, "Christ knows what would happen if anyone came in
here now.  Me sitting here with a young schoolgirl opposite me, still in
her uniform and her legs wide apart, stroking her pussy."
   Kelly slipped her hands inside her panties, and put her right hand
middle finger inside her vagina.  She pushed it in and out, and it made
little slurpy noises.  Then she pulled her finger out and offered it to
Jim. He sniffed it sensuously, savouring the musky smell of girly cunt
juice.  He could see the little beads of moisture on Kelly's finger, where
it had been inside her cunt, and he sucked it for all he was worth.  It
tasted heavenly.  He wanted so much to put his hot tongue inside her little
cunt and taste some more of her love juices.
   She pulled up her blouse, exposing her dainty but plain bra.  Lifting up
her bra, she exposed her small but perfectly formed milky white breasts for
Jim to gaze at.  They jutted out of her slender young body like baby
hillocks, pert, proud and erect.  He was stunned.  So used to seeing the
larger breasts of the women in his vast porn collection, Jim could not
believe how beautiful were these fine young titties.
   Kelly offered him her left nipple, stiff and hard, and he sucked it like
a baby.
   "You can do all this", she said.  "One evening a week, and I'll only
charge you £100 a week".
   Jim didn't know whether to laugh or cry.  What he had on offer here was
an evening of the most perfect sex every week, the most unbelievable sex
with a girl barely old enough to know what sex was.  He could teach her a
thing or two!  But £100 a week?  How could he possibly afford that on his
income?  He did have some savings, but he didn't want to dip into those
unless it was really necessary.  But wait a minute, if this wasn't
necessary, just what was?  He dithered, confused.
   "But I can't afford that.  I'm only a pensioner.  How about £50?  That's
a lot of money.  Think of all the sweets you could buy with £50 a week"
   "£100", said Kelly.  I'm worth all of that, and a lot more.  You'd have
to pay nearly that for some old tart in Soho!"
   "I wouldn't.  You can get a girl in King's Cross for a few pounds, and
they'll do anything", said Jim.  "£50 is more than enough".
   "Take it or leave it.  If you don't think I'm worth £100 a session,
don't bother then."
   Kelly pulled her bra back on, pulled down her blouse, and stood up ready
to go, smoothing her little skirt down as she did so.
   "OK, OK, OK, then", said Jim.  "I can't afford that much, but if I sell
some of my old furniture I might be able to get enough together for a few
weeks.  But if I'm going to pay you £100 a week, I want to know exactly
what I'm getting for it."
   "I'll come round to your house one evening a week after school, between
4.30 and 5.30, and you can do whatever you want."
   "Absolutely whatever I want?"
   Kelly thought hard.  He hadn't been very happy about the £100, and she
was afraid he might change his mind.  She wanted that money very badly, and
it was a lot less risky than blackmail.  Come to think of it, if she wanted
to blackmail him, she still could.  She could deny ever asking him for
money and just say that he had raped her.  Anyway, what could this poor old
bloke do to her?  He probably couldn't even get it up!
   "OK then.  Anything you want, but I get the money first."
   So it was agreed.  Kelly was to come round to see him every Friday after
school.  She would tell her parents that she was visiting her friend
Stacey. Jim was very keen that she should wear her school uniform, but that
was no problem at all - though she still couldn't see what he saw in it.
   Kelly said she had to go home now, and although Jim begged her to stay a
bit longer, she said he had had more than enough free samples, and that was
that.  She would see him again on Friday.

   Chapter 4

   The next few days for Jim were about the strangest in his life.  He had
almost a week to wait for Friday to come round, but he had never been so
excited since he was little.  On the other hand, he was also very worried
about the whole business.  He had lived in The Avenue for many years now,
and was very well thought of by his neighbours.  They all saw him as a nice
old "gentleman", and he worried about what would happen to him if he was
caught fucking the local papergirl.  The age difference was enormous, and
he'd probably end up in very big trouble.  He thought he knew the girl's
father by sight, and he was a very big bloke - certainly big enough to make
mincemeat of him if he got caught.
   But why should he get caught though?  Kelly was a perfectly willing
party to this little deal, and she certainly wouldn't be telling anybody.
Neither was he, so what was he worrying about?
   Tuesday came and went, then Wednesday.  By Thursday he could barely
contain himself.  He had been trying to save himself up for his big session
with Kelly on Friday, but he was almost bursting.  He sat down in the
evening to watch the TV to take his mind off things, but all he could think
of was Kelly in her school uniform.  He was getting hornier and hornier,
and felt himself going stiff.  It was no good - he had to masturbate.
   He went upstairs to choose something suitable.  Should it be a video or
a magazine?  He went to the cupboard containing his collection.  It was
quite a hoard that he had built up over a good many years, before and after
his wife had died.  Some of the earlier stuff was pretty tame by modern
standards, but he still enjoyed it now and again.  The recent stuff left
very little to the imagination, well absolutely nothing to be honest! 
Cunts and arseholes stretched wide open, cocks exploding cum inside them,
thrusting in and out of them, you name it, he had pictures of people doing
it.
   He had spent a fortune on this collection, and had had quite a of of it
specially brought in from Germany for him.  He had got to know someone who
worked in a video and magazine shop in Paddington, and he in turn had
contacts with a haulage firm.  The drivers used to take a list of the types
of magazines and videos that customers wanted, and bring them back hidden
in their lorries.
   He had quite a few Japanese magazines and videos, usually of
schoolgirls, and it really had to be one of these tonight.  He took a
magazine from the top of the pile, still in a plastic wrapper.  The writing
was in Japanese, but the picture on the cover was clear enough.  A pretty
young girl in a traditional Japanese schoolgirl uniform, with a very short
skirt and white socks, just bending forward to pick up a book.  He hadn't
even opened this one.  He often saved new magazines "for a rainy day" as he
put it.
   But it wasn't just dirty magazines and videos that he had hidden away in
this old cupboard.  He had this real thing about panties, and had started
collecting them as well, not long after his wife died.  He started
innocently enough, just buying (very sheepishly) packs of panties from
Tescos, slipping them in with his other shopping and muttering something
about his granddaughter as he went through the checkout.  For ages he
managed to get a deep sense of satisfaction just putting a pair over his
face as he masturbated, imagining that they had just come off a young
prostitute.  He masturbated into them frequently, so that the gussets were
stained with dried semen.  He would put one pair over his face as he
masturbated into another pair, breathing in the scent of stale semen and
imagining that the panties had been worn, not long ago, by some little
whore in King's Cross.
   Then he moved on from there to wanting panties that he knew had really
been worn before, and he started taking a keen interest in his neighbours'
washing lines.  Nobody was safe from the thefts in the middle of the night.
It was all a bit limited, because the washing normally got taken in in the
daytime, and he hadn't got the nerve to carry out his dirty little deeds in
daylight.  He had to wait until after midnight when he knew all his
neighbours were in bed.  Sometimes, given the right weather conditions,
they would leave their washing out all night, and then he would go from
garden to garden, just taking the occasional pair so as not to arouse
suspicion.  No one missed the occasional pair, but they would soon have
noticed if he took more than that at one time.  He was quite fussy too. 
Not at all interested in older women, just the younger ones.
   He had his favourite houses of course, but he was still very careful not
to be too greedy.  Scared stiff of getting caught.
   These were his second favourite panties, because he knew which houses he
had got them from, and exactly who had been wearing them.  That gave him a
special thrill as he sniffed them, or as he squirted his semen into the
gusset, knowing that not long earlier the same knickers had been rubbing
against a sexy wet young cunt.
   I say second favourite because he had recently taken it just one stage
further.  Although he loved all his panties, especially the ones whose
owners he knew, the one drawback was that they had all been washed.  As he
got more and more into his pathetic knicker fetish, he longed to find some
way of getting hold of some of them BEFORE they found their way into the
washing machine.  But how could he possibly do this.  He thought for a long
time about this, and suddenly it came to him.  All he had to do was find
some way of getting into the houses with the pretty young mothers and
daughters in, make some pretext for using the bathroom, which was where the
washing usually ended up, and then go through it looking for panties.
   One sunny Saturday, he tried out his scheme.  But a bit of background
first.
   The Lewis family lived a few houses down, and they had two pretty
dark-haired teenage twin daughters, Jade and Katy.  They had played in the
garden since they were little, but Jim had only really noticed them when
they grew older.  The Lewis's garden was not overlooked, and they liked the
fact that they could relax in it with what they thought was total privacy.
What they didn't realise, though, was that Jim's bathroom window, if he
opened it just a fraction, gave a perfect view of the garden.  Sometimes he
watched the two girls in the garden from behind the curtain with a pair of
binoculars, because they both wore very short dresses and skirts.  They
would bend down to pick something up, and Jim would sometimes have a clear
view right up their skirts.  He didn't know it, but they could see the
glint of the glass in his binoculars, and, little tarts that they were,
used to deliberately go out in the garden in the shortest dresses they
could find, just to get him worked up (which they certainly did).  They
even used to do handstands, letting their dresses fall down to cover their
faces, whilst exposing their panties to Jim's lustful stare.  He used to
stand at his window, one hand holding the binoculars, and the other covered
in Vaseline, cupped round his cock, rubbing himself until he came into the
bathroom sink.  How he longed to be able to touch those little panties, to
press his face into them and smell the warm cunty smell, all while the
girls were still upside down, their heads on the ground, but their legs in
the air and wide apart, their panties taut, perhaps even lightly stained
with juices.
   Jim knew he would never be able to do that (this was before he met
Kelly!), but constantly gazing at those panties, not being able to touch
them used to drive him crazy.  He had to get hold of a pair to add to his
collection.
   That takes us back to the sunny Saturday.  It had been in June, and Jim
had seen the girls go out in the garden to sunbathe.  Well, to be honest,
he hadn't just seen them, he'd been watching them for 10 minutes or more.
As always, though he didn't know it, the sun was catching on his
binoculars, making it perfectly obvious to anyone outside what he was
doing. He didn't even know their names, but he did love watching them, as
they lay there on their backs in the sun.  He didn't hear the one twin
whisper to the other about the binoculars of course, but he did notice one
of them, Katy, slowly draw her knees up towards her chest, allowing him to
see right up her dress.  They were wearing thin, light blue, cotton
dresses, and lying facing the houses.  This meant of course that Jim had an
unrestricted view up Katy's dress, a view that became even more exciting
when she parted her knees and just lay there with her feet about a metre
apart and her knees splayed wide apart.  Had she no modesty, thought Jim.
He was right - these girls were shameless little prick teasers, and just
loved to tease men like this.
   Jim watched as the little white panties became visible, first just a
flash, and then the full view.  These tiny little panties just about
covered that pert little bum, and as she allowed her knees to splay apart
the thin cotton fabric stretched tight across her slit.  Jim thought he
could even make out the shape of her labia, and the entrance to her vagina
under the cotton, and he imagined what it would feel like to slip his cock
into that tight little hole.  His penis grew harder as he rubbed it inside
his pocket, and imagined it slipping inside Katy's juicy cunt.  Then Jade
got up, and fetched a hosepipe from near the house.  She set it to a light,
very fine spray.  It was a hot day and when Katy called to her she turned
the fine mist onto her twin sister.  Starting with her face, she slowly
moved the cooling, fine mist down her lithe body.  As the spray soaked her
clothes, they clung to her body, accentuating its shapely outline.  Jim
could see her breasts and her nipples clearly through the thin wet cotton.
Lying back and obviously enjoying the coolness of the spray, Katy beckoned
her sister towards her open legs, and the panty covered pussy which peeped
out from under her dress.  Jade squatted in front of her sister, who still
had her knees drawn towards her, but wide apart.  There was a sort of tent
made by the blue cotton dress, the shape of the tent formed by the girl's
legs.  At the base of the tent, the prize - a warm, as yet dry, tightly
stretched little pair of white knickers, just about covering the opening to
an equally warm vagina.
   Jade made the spray even finer, and gently let it play on her sister's
panties until they were wet and see through.  Katy just lay there, enjoying
the cool spray on a hot summer's morning.  But the hottest of all of them
was Jim, stood behind his bathroom curtains, one hand trying to keep the
binoculars steady, and the other rubbing his cock gently.  He wondered if
he should get his camcorder (which had seen a LOT of action, one way and
another) to record the scene to watch later.  He had spent a lot on that
camcorder, knowing what he would be using it for, and its best feature by
far was a really good quality zoom lens.  He decided to chance it.  He
didn't want to miss a minute of what these young ladies were doing
(obviously whilst their parents were out!), but something told him it was
about to get even better, and the thought of missing out on a permanent
recording worried him even more.
   He needn't have worried.  When he got back to the magic window, only a
minute or so later, the girls were still there.  Katy had a dreamy sort of
look on her pretty, gently smiling face, and Jade was playing the spray of
the hosepipe slowly up and down the gusset of her panties.  She turned the
gentle spray up a little to a more powerful jet, and moved this jet
purposefully up and down, around and across Katy's clitoris.
   Katy beckoned her to stop.  Perhaps it was just too nice.  As Jim
watched and recorded, Katy slipped her fingers inside her sopping wet
knickers, and started wanking herself gently.  Jim had a beautiful view of
all this, and the zoom on his camera let him see all the action in close
up. He moved the shot from her pretty face to her wet panties, and watched
in awe as the fingers slid in and out of that wet, delicious cunt.  In and
out, in and out slipped the fingers, until Katy came, and Jim watched as
the juices seeped out of her pussy and all over her panties.  Jim wanted
those panties so much - he knew he could never have Katy.
   As Katy lay back, exhausted, Jade watching her with fascination, Jim saw
her say something to her sister.  He thought that he saw them glance
momentarily at the slightly open bathroom window.  He moved back.  Had they
seen him?  No, it was alright.  He carried on filming.  But what was
happening now?  Jade had taken a position on the ground in front of Katy,
and was staring intently at her panties.  Katy was still on her back, her
legs apart, with her knees drawn towards her chest.  The pretty white
cotton panties were stretched tight again across her cunt, and Jim zoomed
in close to see what Jade was looking at.  The little cotton knickers
filled the monitor screen, and Jim lusted as he stared with fascination and
delight at them.  It wasn't so much the panties, as what he could see under
them.  The outline of her labia was clearly visible through the thin, wet
cotton fabric, and between her labia Jim could see the entrance to Katy's
vagina.  It was very obviously open, and he wanted so much to put his
tongue into it and lick her cunt dry.
   Jade was still staring at Katy's wet knickers, and Jim thought she must
just like the look of them.  Why not, he did.  Then he noticed her cunt
muscles moving.  What was she doing?  As he watched, Katy appeared to be
exercising her love muscles, then, suddenly, a small yellow patch appeared
right in the middle of her panties.  She smiled sweetly, and looked very
pleased with herself.  15 long seconds passed, until Jim thought there was
nothing else going to happen.  Then a flood of pee gushed out of Katy's
peehole, soaking her knickers with sweet, yellow fluids.  She looked even
more pleased with herself, and Jade started clapping.  Katy pulled her
knickers to one side and pissed some more.  It was like a tiny, bubbling
mountain stream, as the yellow fluid trickled out of her cunt and over her
little blue dress.  She must have needed to go very badly, because she just
kept on peeing.  First it just carried on bubbling out of her twat, fairly
slowly, continuing to wet her dress as she held her panties aside.
   She let her panties move back to covering her cunt, but the trickling
pee carried on, soaking through her knickers and staining the gusset with
her yellow pee.  Her sister made as if to touch her, but Katy pushed her to
one side.  She hadn't finished yet, and Jim just kept on filming, thinking
to himself how many times he would be able to jerk himself off to this bit
of tape in the months to come.  She pulled her panties down to her knees,
and started to piss harder.  The jet spurted out of her wide open cunt, and
made an arch, up in the air, and down again to splash into her panties and
then trickle in a steady, steaming stream onto her dress.  As the jet of
urine shot through the air, some of it splashed onto Jade, who didn't seem
to mind a bit.  Katy beckoned her towards her now that the stream of piss
was slowing down, and Jade started to lick her twin sister's labia, putting
her little tongue right into her vagina, lapping up the salty droplets of
pee.
   As the warm piss trickled through Katy's panties, Jade lay her head
between her sister's legs and allowed the gentle stream to run slowly into
her mouth.  Through the zoom lens of his camcorder, Jim watched as the
yellow fluid dribbled into her mouth, and then ran down her chin and all
over her pretty face.  Her blue dress was still dry, unlike Katy's, but not
for long.  The warm, wet yellow liquid cascaded down her face, down her
neck, and ran all over her dress, soaking it and staining the delicate
cotton fabric.  Jim's eyes were popping as he watched this lewd display
between these two girls, and as Jade's breasts became visible through her
wet dress.  She had no bra on, and the wet dress clung to her breasts,
exposing her lovely pouting nipples.
   When the trickle stopped, she put her mouth to the wet knickers and
sucked at them, excited by the salty taste of her sister's pee.  Katy
watched her, still smiling, but slipped her hand up Jade's dress, feeling
for her hot little cunt.  Jade lay back on the grass now, her blue dress
wet with Katy's piss and her legs wide apart.  She looked a little slut,
lying there with her pretty pink knickers exposed to Jim's camera.  Katy
had managed to find just a little more pee, and squatted over her sister's
panties while she squirted out another jet of deep yellow piss over them.
The pale pink knickers took on a darker colour as they became wet with
Katy's piss, and clung to her labia.  Jim loved her pink panties, and the
way the folds disappeared into Jade's cunt, but he loved them even more now
that they were wet.  He could just about make out the entrance to her
vagina, and was just zooming in on it when Jade kindly pulled back her
knickers.  Now he could see her vagina very clearly, and he stared on as
Katy pissed right into it.  Most of the wee trickled down her sister's
vagina as he watched on, but then there was a little pool left.  Katy put
her tongue to her sister's cunt, and just lapped at the remaining pee like
a little cat.  How Jim wanted to have done that.
   Katy poked her tongue right inside her sister, licking her cunt out with
considerable skill.  Jim wondered how often she had done this before!
   All of a sudden, the girls stopped their games with a start.  They very
quickly pulled their panties up, and their dresses back down.  Their
parents had come back - obviously sooner than expected.  Jim could see the
father walk into the back garden, and the girls explaining why they were so
wet.  Fortunately for them, all he could see was the wet dresses - easy to
explain on a hot sunny morning with the hose lying on the ground.  If he
could only have seen their wet little panties!

   Chapter 5

   Now where was I?  Oh yes, I was telling you about Jim's plan to get hold
of a pair of unwashed panties, and it was that sunny June morning that
really made his mind up for sure.  Yes, he had the videotape of that
wonderful scene involving the Lewis twins, but how much better it would be
to watch if he had their panties as well.
   He had a plan.  The panties he so desperately wanted would, he thought,
soon find their way from those delectable girls' bottoms to the family
washing machine.  And if what he remembered of family life still held good,
first they would find themselves in the dirty washing box, and that would
most likely be in the bathroom.  Genius.
   All he had to do was get the Lewises to let him into the house, then
find some excuse for making a visit to the bathroom.  Pretty easy really.
   The good bit was that Jim sold raffle tickets for a local charity, and
when he was selling them he often got invited in for a drink.  He decided
to try his luck, and went down the road to the Lewises, who he had known
for years, after having his lunch.
   Luck was smiling on him, and as soon as the door was opened, Anne Lewis
asked him in for a cup of tea.  He accepted, trembling with excitement. 
She was small, dark-haired like her daughters and in her mid 30's.  A very
attractive woman, and Jim could not help notice her slim, well cared for
figure.  They chatted for a few minutes, Anne Lewis saying how quiet the
house was when the twins were out, until Jim asked, casually, if he might
just use the toilet.  No problem of course, and Anne showed him upstairs to
the bathroom.  He had to be quick.  Yes!  He was in luck.  There it was, in
the corner, a tall Alibaba basket, which he knew would contain the dirty
knickers he was looking for.
   He opened the lid.  Success - full of the family's washing.  They'd
never miss a pair of panties.  He rifled through the shirts, the dresses,
the towels - nothing.  Yes, there were some panties, but these were
obviously Anne's, and, tempted though he was, he had to avoid making his
little theft too obvious by taking too much.  He was upset.  It had all
been going so well, and now this.  But, wait a minute, these girls might
not want to put their wet, stained panties in with the family washing in
case their mother noticed what state they were in and started asking
awkward questions.  He thought for a minute.
   Pretty clearly the twins wouldn't have gone out wearing wet knickers,
and if they weren't in with the washing, they had to be in the girls'
bedrooms.  These were three bedroom houses, and since the Lewises also had
a son, chances were that the daughters shared a bedroom.  But which one,
and would he be able to get into it without getting caught?
   The phone rang downstairs.  He thought nothing of it, except that if Mrs
Lewis started chatting to a friend she was less likely to wonder why he was
taking so long upstairs.  He was in luck again, and it was clear from the
way the conversation was going that it was likely to go on for some time.
   He sneaked quietly out of the bathroom to look for the girls' bedroom.
It wasn't very difficult to find.  The bedroom doors were all shut, but he
could see at a glance which one it was.  There was a large Keep Out sign on
the door, and pictures of the Spice Girls.  He opened the door.  What a
mess.  He thought that girls kept their rooms tidy, but these two certainly
didn't.  There were clothes thrown around everywhere, and papers scattered
all over the room.  He felt sorry for their mother, but that wasn't what he
was here for.
   There were two beds on opposite sides of the room, quite a large room,
and he wondered which one Katy slept in, and which was Jade's.  Not that it
really mattered, because it was pretty well impossible to tell them apart,
and Jim was equally interested in both of them, in a pervy, dirty old man
kind of way.  They were very pretty indeed, and he grew excited to think
that their young bodies lay at night in these very beds.  They would lie
there, their young breasts and cunts rubbing against the sheets, and from
what he had seen earlier, possibly even sharing the same bed sometimes.
   He imagined them coming in from school together, still in their
uniforms. They were hot, they were horny, they had seen a lesbian photobook
one of the boys had, and they wanted to try it out.  Too sexed up even to
take their clothes off, they jumped into Jade's bed.  Jade took the lead by
gently rubbing Katy's breasts under her blouse.  Katy rubbed Jade's hard,
jutting nipples, and they kissed.  Their warm wet tongues mingled together,
as they exchanged saliva.  Katy moved her mouth down to kiss Jade's
nipples, and sucked them as if breast feeding like a baby.  Jade loved
this, and softly moaned to herself.  She moved her hand to Katy's legs, and
slid it up her pleated skirt until she had found her moist panties.  She
rubbed Katy's panties gently, massaging her clitoris as she did so.  Now it
was Katy's turn to make noises - little panting sounds of pleasure, as her
sister's fingers slipped slowly but deftly into her vagina.  Jade slipped
her fingers in and out of Katy's cunt until they were wet with Katy's
vaginal juices, then licked her fingers with pleasure.
   They sat facing each other on the bed in their school uniforms.
   Katy made the next move, and thrust her cunt toward her sister's face.
She had on her dark green thick cotton PE knickers, and although they had
been clean on that morning, they were now stained with the juices that had
dribbled from her cunt in the day.  Jade didn't mind at all, and buried her
face deep into Katy's green cotton panties, thinking to herself how warm
and how nice her sister smelt down there.  She pulled the panties aside,
and poked her tongue inside Katy's cunt.  It tasted nice, and as she lapped
away at her wet pussy, she rubbed her clit with her finger.  Katy started
to come, and as she did so Jade could taste the cunty fluids become
sweeter, and somehow different.  She could always tell when her sister was
about to come, just from the different taste.
   Katy came and came.  As she did, the juices just poured from her gushing
vagina, soaking her green knickers and making Jade's face all wet.  Now it
was Jade's turn, and as Katy lay down on the bed, Jade lowered herself
slowly onto her face.  She was wearing her white cotton panties, and sat
astride her sister so that Katy could lick her hot little cunt from below.
Jade had dribbled a little into her nice clean panties, but Katy didn't
mind either.  Happily she lapped away at her sister's quim until Jade had
come as well.
   But this was all in Jim's mind.............
   Back in reality, he thought he had better find the panties he had first
come in for, and looked around the untidy, rather dirty, room.  Were all
girls' rooms like this, he wondered.  In the corner of the room was a heap
of clothes, and Jim went over to it.
   Oh joy!  A pile of socks, dresses, skirts, but best of all, loads of
dirty panties. Jim knew what he was looking for - the panties that Katy and
Jade had pissed in earlier that day, but he found it difficult to
concentrate on the job in hand when there were so many other things to
distract him.  He picked up a white school blouse, then a pleated school
skirt.  He held them to his nose and breathed in deeply.  What a heavenly
smell.  Then he saw the panties, right at the back of the pile, Jade's pink
ones and Katy's white ones.
   He picked them up, holding them as if they were treasure, which to Jim
they were really.  They were both still damp with pee, and Jim held them to
his face.  There was a soft aroma of girly piss, not at all unpleasant,
just musky and very erotic.  He inhaled the beautiful scent, and grew hard
as he did so.  He wanted to masturbate into those panties there and then,
but he knew his time was short.  He put both pairs in his pockets, and
quietly walked back to the bathroom.  He wished he could spend longer in
this lovely bedroom, but he daren't.  Perhaps he could come back another
day.  He certainly hoped so.
   After flushing the lavatory, and coughing a lot, as if he had had some
sort of problem, he went back downstairs.  Anne Lewis was still chatting
away, and had obviously forgotten that Jim had by now been upstairs for
some time.
   "I'd better be going now", said Jim, and waved to Anne as he went out
through the back door.  Anne waved goodbye.
   Jim went back to his house as fast as he could, the knickers in his
pocket.  He needed to relieve the pressure building up in his cock.  He
went up to his bedroom and pulled the panties out of his pocket, excitedly.
Good, he thought, still slightly wet with pee and cunt juices.  He sniffed
the pink cotton panties first, then the white ones, remembering with
pleasure how Katy had first pissed into her own white knickers, and then
all over Jade's pink ones.  He let his tongue rest for a second on the damp
cotton panel of the white knickers, then put just the piece of fabric into
his mouth.  He sucked, and allowed the still fresh pee to mingle with the
saliva in his mouth.  He tasted the fluid which resulted, but instead of
swallowing it (a treat he was saving for later) allowed it to dribble onto
the front panel of Jade's pink panties.  He lapped and licked at Jade's
pink knickers like a thirsty cat, enjoying the taste of Katy's piss mixed
with Jade's vaginal juices.  Jim wondered what Jade's piss would taste
like, and whether he'd ever get the chance to find out.
   Stretching Katy's white panties across his face so that the yellow
stained gusset covered his nose and mouth, he spread out Jade's pink
knickers on the bed.  Smearing his fat cock with lubricant, he rubbed
himself firmly and slowly, breathing in deeply the smell of Katy's pee as
he did it.  He put out his tongue, pulled the scented fabric into his
mouth, sucked, and swallowed down the juices.
   As he began to masturbate, fixing his gaze on Jade's little pink
panties, his fertile imagination took over once more.  He could still see
the panties, but they began to blur, and inside seconds Jade was there,
wearing them.  It wasn't his bed, though, that he could see, but the bed in
Jade's bedroom - the room he had not long left.  His imagination took over
entirely..........
   Jade was there, lying on her bed in her school uniform.  Her sister Katy
was out.  Jade was reading a book, lying on her back, and Jim was there, in
the room, but somehow invisible.  Certainly Jade thought she was alone,
because as she read the book she began to get aroused, and started to
circle her jutting nipples with her fingers.  As Jim watched, she moved her
hand down to her little white panties, pulled them aside, and started
playing with her clit.  As she rubbed her clit with her forefinger, she
slipped two fingers inside her cunt, and gently fucked herself with them.
   The doorbell rang, and she rapidly put her knickers back into place and
pulled her skirt down.  She went downstairs to answer the door.  It was one
of her classmates, who had come round to ask about the homework they had
been set to do that night.  At least, that was what he said, but really he
just wanted an excuse to see Jade out of class.
   They went upstairs to Jade's room and chatted for a bit about the
homework, but the boy, Nick, couldn't keep his eyes off Jade, as she sat on
the bed in her school uniform.  Jade quite liked Nick, almost fancied him,
and she couldn't resist teasing him a bit.  Her skirt was very short, and
she let it ride up her long legs until Nick could see her panties.  His
eyes were drawn like little magnets to those pure, clean white cotton
panties, and he started stammering.
   Jade asked him what the matter was, and just smiled.  She pulled her
skirt down.
   "I'm sorry Nick.  I almost forgot you were there."
   He looked disappointed.
   "No.  I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to embarrass you, Jade.  I think I'd
better go home now."
   He was obviously very embarrassed at having been caught looking up
Jade's skirt, but Jade wasn't at all embarrassed.
   "No, don't go.  I do like you, Nick.  You can kiss me if you like."
   Nick did like - very much he did.  Gently, he leaned forward and kissed
Jade softly on the lips.  Jade responded by opening her mouth and pulling
Nick towards her.  Jim was still there, invisible, watching as the two
kissed deeply, Nick's tongue now exploring Jade's soft wet mouth.
   Jade moved her hand deftly towards Nick's trousers, and unzipped them,
pulling out his cock which had grown so big inside his pants.  She knew
exactly what to do with it, and as he lay there on the bed, she allowed her
mouth to envelop it gently.  Nick had never been this far with a girl
before.  He was enjoying the sucking so very much, and was very close to
coming in Jade's mouth, when, abruptly, Jade pulled her mouth away from
him.
   "No.  No.  Don't stop now", he whined pitifully, but Jade wanted so much
more than this from him.
   She lay back on the bed herself and pulled him down on her.  Jim was
watching all this action from a very close viewpoint, and rubbing his own
cock hard.
   Jade pulled Nick's mouth to hers, and they deep kissed again, Nick
aroused with the taste of his own cock in this girl's mouth.  Jim knew that
it would not be long now before Nick entered Jade, and he was right.  As he
watched and masturbated, Nick's cock appeared to take on a life of its own
and pushed itself to the side of Jade's panties and into her tight young
cunt.  It did not go in very easily, and Jim wondered whether this large
erection would actually go in at all.  Jade winced with pain as Nick forced
his penis into her vagina, but the pain was momentary.  In a few seconds it
was right inside her, and she felt the pleasure of the thrusting dick.  Jim
was able, in his invisible state, to position himself right beside this
hard cock slipping in and out of Jade's pussy, almost as if he were the
camera in a porn movie.  He watched in fascination as Jim's cock slid in
and out of this young cunt.  He was right there, in with the action, almost
able to feel the cock entering Jade's cunt.
   If he were to just put out his tongue......
   He tried, and to his surprise he was able to insert his tongue just
inside Jade's tight vagina, feeling the cock thrusting in and out, in and
out.  This was Nick's very first time (but obviously not Jade's), and
although he wanted to spurt his seed deep inside Jade's pussy, he also
wanted to see it pump out from his pulsating cock.  He pulled his cock out
of Jade just in time, and held it over her cunt.  Hardly stroking it at
all, it poured out a thick white jet of hot spunk right across Jade's cunt,
dripping slowly into her vagina.  He ejaculated again, this time spurting
his sticky seed all over Jade's nice white panties and across her school
uniform skirt.  One final huge spurt shot across her white blouse and her
tie.  He was amazed at how much cum he had shot out - even more than when
he masturbated.  Nick fell back, exhausted, but Jade was not quite there,
and was rubbing her clit with spunky fingers to make herself come.
   Jim watched as the spunk dribbled out of her cunt, and he found the
splashes of semen across the rest of her clothing strangely exciting.  As
she continued to rub her clitoris, he put his tongue right inside her
vagina, licking at her friend's sperm.  He could feel his cock reaching its
climax.
   He was back to reality again.  His vivid imagination had worked as well
as it always did, and the damp pink panties on his bed were about to
receive another soaking, this time with his own semen.  He could smell
Katy's cunt still, through the panties across his face, and as he continued
to rub his cock, he felt that glorious moment a fraction before orgasm when
he knew he was just about to come.
   The semen shot suddenly from his stiff penis, in three quick spurts,
each of which was enough to make a very sticky mess of Jade's knickers. 
Each jet landed fair and square, right across the cotton gusset, and before
his orgasm had completely disappeared, he lifted the panties to his mouth,
licking his own semen, now mixed with Jade's own juices.  It was a powerful
mix, and he carried on rubbing the panties across his nose and mouth with
sheer pleasure.
   The pleasure died, almost as quickly as it had arisen, and the panties
were put away carefully to dry, ready to add to the collection for later
use.

   Chapter 6

   All of that was in the past, however, leading up, if you remember, to
the Thursday evening before Kelly was due to make her first paid visit to
Jim's house.
   Jim was up in his bedroom with his collection of dirty magazines and
videos, and his collection of panties.
   He was anxiously waiting for Friday to come, and had been saving himself
for her, but couldn't wait any longer.  That was why he'd come upstairs to
his secret collection, and why he had videos, magazines and panties spread
across his bed.
   This was a large room, and Jim had it well fitted out with shelves and
cupboards.  The shelves contained his collection of books, but all the more
interesting books and magazines were inside the locked cupboards and
cabinets.  That was where his secret panty collection was kept too, along
with his lubricating jelly, some condoms and various other sexual gadgets
he had tried out over the years.
   He was choosing a video or a magazine to wank over, and it was very
difficult - he had so many.  Some Japanese ones seemed right, and he got
some out to choose from.  As well as the Japanese writing on the front of
the boxes there was usually English as well.  He wondered if they all spoke
English in Japan, or whether most of this stuff found its way out of the
country to England or America.
   "Schoolgirl Dreams", "My Sweet Schoolgirl Panties", "Teacher's Pet",
"Classroom Cunties" - what a collection.  Even the pictures on the front of
the boxes made him horny, and he loved just getting them out to handle. 
The fact that he had them all made him happy.  It was a sort of guarantee
of permanent sexual satisfaction, because he knew that while he had these
videos he would always be able to achieve the most exquisite of orgasms.
   He picked up one of the boxes, this one entitled "Sweeties in the
Classroom", and looked at the picture on the front.  There were two girls
in Japanese schoolgirl uniforms, lying on a bed together, with a Japanese
man standing over them holding out a stiff cock with sperm dripping out of
it.  All their clothes were still on, including their pretty little white
cotton panties, but they had been sprayed liberally with spunk.  So much so
that it was dripping down their pretty faces and was all over their
panties. Jim decided this was the one he wanted to watch today, and put it
into the VCR.
   He spared no expense when it came to sex, and in the corner of the room,
fixed to the wall, was a huge widescreen television for him to watch his
videos on.  In front of it he put a chair, and on the chair a large mirror,
which he tilted so that the TV screen was visible in it.  This was a
favourite trick of his, and he was able to angle both the TV and the mirror
in such a way that when he masturbated it was just as if he was spurting
his cum all over the girls in the videos.
   He put a pot of liquid soap by the chair, all ready to spread on his
eager penis, and pressed Play on the remote.  First, though, he spread out
a pair of stolen yellow panties on the mirror, to act as a receptacle for
his hot spunk.
   The screen sprang to life, and the room filled with the sounds of
Japanese girls laughing and playing.  The camera panned in to the
schoolyard from quite a height, but zoomed in on a small group of girls at
the corner of the yard throwing a ball and trying to get it into a metal
hoop fixed to the school wall.  Two of them were wearing their school
uniforms of little white short-sleeved blouses, with blue sailor stripes at
the ends of the sleeves and red ties.  They wore short black pleated
skirts, shiny black shoes and long white socks.  Every time they jumped up
to get the ball into the hoop, the camera lingered lovingly on their long
slim legs.  Not just their legs, of course, but up their little skirts, so
that as they jumped up their little white cotton panties were clearly
visible.
   The other two girls were not wearing their normal uniforms, but had
dressed ready for a gym lesson.  They were wearing even fewer clothes than
their friends, and were only wearing little white T-shirts, gym knickers,
little white socks and white trainers.
   The four girls were playing happily together, but just the other side of
the fence was a man in his 20's who was filming them as they jumped and
skipped about.  Every time one of the girls bent down to pick the ball up,
he would follow her down with the camera, hoping to catch a glimpse of her
white panties, and he was usually successful.
   Then one of the girls in the gym knickers noticed him through the fence,
and pointed him out to the others.  They started giggling, and covered
their mouths with embarrassment.  He looked very embarrassed himself, and
was about to run off when the school bell rang, and all the girls started
going into the school.  All, that is, except the small group of four girls,
who hid in the corner of the schoolyard and beckoned the man to join them.
   They were very flattered at his attentions, and thought he might be
videoing them for a TV programme.  They were very naïve!  He joined them,
looking very doubtful as to what they might do, and they beckoned him into
an empty classroom.
   The language was in Japanese, so Jim didn't really know what was being
said, but the plot was pretty obvious, and the video had obviously been
made for an international market.  They might as well have been using sign
language!  The man took a videocassette from his bag, showed the girls the
cover and then produced a card from his wallet.  So he was filming for a
porn video!
   The girls giggled some more, and huddled together in the corner of the
room.  The man produced some money from his wallet and offered it to the
girls.  One of them went to take it, but he pulled it away and pointed to
the cover of the videocassette, which showed a group of schoolgirls with
their panties pulled to one side and their dresses pulled up around their
waists.
   He looked at the girls and said something in Japanese.  The girls
whispered together, and then one of the girls in the uniforms nodded at
him. He gave her the money, and she shared it equally with the other three.
He pointed at the empty desks and was obviously telling them what they had
to do to earn their money.
   He spent a minute or two explaining to them what they had to do, then
set up his camera in the corner of the room.  He sat at the teacher's desk
at the front of the classroom, and the girls sat in the four desks at the
front.
   One of the girls opened her legs, and whoever was really doing the
filming must have been lying on the floor to video right up her skirt.  The
camera zoomed in to her white cotton knickers, and watched as she rubbed
her forefinger slowly up and down her crotch.  She moistened her finger by
putting it in her mouth, then slipped it underneath her panties and into
her cunt.  Slowly, she pushed it in and out of herself, then allowed both
her forefinger and her middle finger the pleasure of her pussy.  With a
little smile on her pretty face, she slowly pulled her fingers out of her
vagina and held them out to the teacher at his desk.
   He moved to the front of the class, and sniffed at the girl's fingers,
sighing with pleasure as he did so.  The smell of her juice-stained fingers
must have appealed to him, because he avidly licked her fingers and
savoured the taste in his eager mouth.  His cock grew hard as he sucked her
fingers, and was clearly visible inside his trousers.
   The other three girls were watching whilst all this was happening, and
then it was the turn of one of the girls in the gym knickers to put on a
little display for the camera.  As the others watched her, she sat on her
desk and dangled her feet to the floor.  The camera panned up and down her
long smooth legs, lingering for a few seconds on her sexy black gym
knickers.  She parted her legs, but somehow demurely, as if innocent of the
effect she would have on people, like Jim, watching her and wishing with
all their hearts that they could be there with her.  What wouldn't they
give to be the teacher in that classroom, watching the pretty girl as she
pouted and smiled and thrust her knickers towards the camera?
   She lay back on the desk, opening her legs still wider, and at the same
time lifting her white T-shirt up so that her pert, firm young breasts
popped out from underneath.  Firm and small, like ripe grapefruit, her
titties barely rippled with the movement of her body.  She sat still for a
moment, allowing the cameraman the chance to admire her breasts with his
lusting lens.  Then she slowly pulled her black gym knickers to one side
and let the camera zoom in on her juicy young cunt.  Her knickers and her
open wet cunt filled Jim's widescreen TV, and he contemplated masturbating
there and then over her mirror image, squirting his sticky hot semen over
her panties and splashing it across her pussy.
   But he waited.  The other three girls, two in their full schoolgirl
uniform, and the other in her gym knickers (light blue ones, this time)
moved across the classroom to join the girl in the black gym knickers with
her tits out.  The two gym knicker girls were obviously very close friends,
and they began to kiss passionately, their little pink tongues slipping in
and out of each other's mouths.  As they kissed, the two other girls lifted
up their little pleated skirts for the cameraman, who was clearly very much
enjoying what he was doing.  They sat on a desk so that he could film their
little white cotton panties in close up, and as he zoomed in Jim could see
little moist patches in their knickers where the juices had leaked out of
their vaginas.
   One of the girls pressed gently with her forefinger against the other
girl's damp patch, and pushed the gusset of her panties gently into her
cunt.  Her panties became even wetter with the teen juices which were
starting to pour from her with sexual arousal, and Jim so much wanted those
stained, wet panties for his collection.
   Both girls' breasts were visible through their thin white cotton
blouses, and their dark puffy nipples pressed against the fabric.  They
were not wearing bras, and their young breasts wriggled like puppies inside
their blouses.
   Jim felt his cock stiffening and starting to seep cum as he watched
these lovely Japanese girls playing together.  He was tempted to shoot his
load there and then, but he was saving his big orgasm for the big sex scene
which he knew would be coming later in the video.
   The two girls in the gym knickers continued to kiss and cuddle, whilst
the two schoolgirls started a sexy striptease for the teacher, who was
watching all this still from the front of the classroom.  By now, though,
he had got his cock out, and was rubbing it underneath the desk as he
watched the four girls enjoying themselves.  He was enjoying himself even
more, though, from the look of deep satisfaction on his face.
   As the teacher watched, the two schoolgirls pulled their pleated black
skirts slowly up until their panties were showing, then lifted them right
up to cover their faces.  With their faces still covered by their skirts,
they opened their legs and the teacher left his desk, his cock sticking out
of his trousers.  He let his erect penis brush gently against the first
girl's panties.  Then he touched the second girl's panties in the same way.
They let their skirts fall down from their faces, and the camera zoomed in
on the looks of shock as they saw the teacher standing there holding his
penis and making odd moaning noises which they did not recognise.
   They pretty soon got over the shock, though, and as the teacher watched
they teased him by playing with each other.  One of them stood very still,
with her legs apart, whilst the other started by looking up her friend's
skirt.  She moved her head further up her friend's skirt, and the camera
zoomed in to see her pushing her face up against the delicious white cotton
panties.  With a look of sheer pleasure on her pretty face, she pushed her
nose up to her friend's crotch and breathed deeply the smell of the warm
moist panties.  They both looked very happy.
   As she smelled the panties, she licked her little tongue inside them and
started lapping at the sweet smelling cunt and all its juices.  She licked
the labia, she licked inside her vagina, and she nibbled gently at her
clitoris until she nearly came.
   Then, when her tongue was coated with her friend's sweet juices, it was
time for them to kiss, so that her friend could taste the sweet taste of
her own cunt.
   The camera lingered as they gently kissed, then it was the teacher's
turn to enjoy himself.  Both girls took off their blouses, and started
playing with each other's breasts.  They sucked at each other's nipples and
fondled their own breasts as they sat on the teacher's big desk.  Then they
rubbed their breasts together, touching their nipples together and getting
very excited.  So was the teacher, and his cock was waving in the air like
a huge wand.
   The girls were ready for him now, and laid down on the big desk with
their legs apart but their knees up, their cunts hungry to be fucked.  They
lay there waiting for him, panties still on, but wet with anticipation.  He
approached the first girl, pulled her panties aside and licked her cunt
clean of the sweet juices that were welling up inside it.  Then he did the
same to the second girl, licking her pussy until she screamed for his cock
to be thrust inside her.
   He was teasing them with his long tongue, and all they now wanted was to
be fucked good and hard.  The two other girls were stood watching by now,
still wearing their gym knickers, though their knickers were now very damp
indeed.
   The second girl became first to be fucked, as the teacher slipped his
cock into her hungry pussy.  Her panties were still on, but she pulled them
to one side to allow him entry to that juicy tunnel.  In and out, in and
out went his stiff penis, thrusting into her tight vagina until after just
a few seconds he shot his creamy load just inside her.  As his cock went
limp again, and retreated from her cunt, the camera lingered on her vagina,
which was dribbling sticky white sperm out and onto her panties.  One of
the other girls licked at her cunt and her panties, determined not to waste
a drop, and swallowed the lovely mess with a smile.
   The second schoolgirl was looking very disappointed at the sight of the
limp penis, and it looked as if she was going to have to miss out on the
fun.  But she needn't have worried - the door of the classroom suddenly
burst open, and four more teachers arrived as if to help their colleague.
Looking around the room, they quickly saw what was going on, and decided to
help!  The girl in the uniform was still lying on the desk in her skirt,
panties and blouse wanting to be fucked, and that was just what they were
going to do.
   Taking out a small knife, one of the teachers made a small incision in
the girl's tight white panties, and slipped his erect cock neatly through
the slit and into her waiting cunt.  One of the other teachers manoeuvred
himself neatly into position, and managed to fit his cock up her bumhole.
As the two men thrust their cocks in and out, the girl moaned and moaned
until she finally came, at the same time as the men.  As she bucked and
twisted, the two cocks slid in and out of her until they both squirted
their sticky loads of semen inside her vagina and all over the outside of
her anal passage.  Again the camera lingered on the sight of the semen, as
it dribbled out of her pussy and arse into her now stained white panties.
   The two girls in gym knickers wasted no time in licking up the sticky
mess in her cunt, in her bum, and all over her panties.  But now they
wanted some of the action, and fortunately so did the other two teachers.
   They lay on the floor with their T-shirts pulled up to expose their
breasts, trying to excite the two teachers.  This wasn't too difficult,
especially as they had their legs open and their fingers inside their
knickers masturbating themselves for all they were worth.  As the teachers
stood over them, they each started to rub their cocks, and as the girls
held their knickers aside they shot their sperm first all over their
waiting cunts, and then into their open mouths and eager faces.  Each of
the girls was covered in creamy white sperm, which was trickling inside
their cunts and running down their legs.  The jets that had splashed them
in the face were running into their eyes, into their noses, and into their
mouths.  They swallowed as much of the salty sperm as they could, but by
now the two other girls were on them, licking up the sperm from their
faces, from their cunts and off their knickers as well.
   This was the moment Jim had been waiting for, and as the girls were
licking the sperm off their friends' panties, he was rubbing his cock hard
with the liquid soap, and shot a huge jet of hot salty semen splashing
across the yellow kickers which he had spread out for that purpose.  He
felt a lot better, and savoured the erotic sight of the yellow panties, now
splashed with his creamy white spunk.
   What made him even happier, though, was the thought that tomorrow was
Friday.  Friday, the day that Kelly was finally coming to see him again. 
He hoped that he would have some sperm left for her.

   Chapter 7

   Friday had arrived at last for Jim.  He woke up that morning full of
life, and impatient to get the day over.  He had to get through a whole day
though before his beloved Kelly would appear at his front door (or, more
likely, the back door) after school.  But would she actually turn up?  He
had heard nothing from her since the previous weekend when they had
arranged that she would call to see him every Friday after school.  She had
agreed to do anything he wanted her to do, and he had agreed in return to
give her £100 a week.
   He spent the day cleaning the house.  For some strange reason he wanted
Kelly to see his house at its best.  Given what he was going to do to
Kelly, or at least what he wanted to do to her, how clean the house was
seemed rather irrelevant, but that was how he chose to pass the day.
   From about 4 he was peering out of the net curtains at his bedroom
window, watching to see if she would come.  There was nobody.  He was
miserable, so miserable.  Then, at around half past, he noticed a bicycle.
Could it be her?
   It was.  Oh joy.  It was Kelly, cycling down his road, but wearing jeans
and a fleece.  Oh dear, he thought, this wasn't what we agreed.  She cycled
into his drive, parked her bike round the back, and headed for the back
door, carrying a small backpack.  Jim wondered what on earth she had in it.
   She rang the bell.  Jim answered the door, trembling with a mixture of
excitement and fear.  He stood still for a second, just looking at her,
gazing at her young beauty.  Her long blonde hair tumbled over her pretty
shoulders, and her sweet freckled face stared up at him with a winning
smile.  She had a little snub nose, a round face, dainty features, and big
blue eyes.  How could he resist her girly charms?
   The answer, of course, was that he couldn't.  That was why she was here,
after all, and that was why he had £100 in his back pocket ready for her.
   "Hello Mr Marsham.  I'm here, like I promised.  Were you expecting me?"
   "Oh yes, Kelly.  I've been looking forward to seeing you again all week,
but I didn't know whether you'd come.  I'm glad you're here."
   "Can I come in then?"
   "Of course, Kelly.  Come in, come in quickly out of the cold.  Come and
have a cup of tea."
   A cup of tea?  He couldn't believe what he had just said.  Here was this
beautiful young girl, standing in his kitchen and ready to do whatever he
wanted her to do.  And he was offering her a cup of tea!
   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry.  I didn't mean tea of course.  Would you like a
drink?  A beer, a brandy or something."
   He didn't know much about young girls' drinking habits!
   "Have you got a vodka or something?" said Kelly.  She took her fleece
off and put it over the back of a chair.  She had a white T-shirt with a
pink heart on underneath.
   Jim hunted through the drinks in the bar he had built himself in his
lounge.  He had no vodka - it wasn't a drink he had ever drunk.
   Kelly joined him in the lounge and looked through the drinks he had.  A
pretty poor selection really, but Jim hadn't entertained for years, and
certainly not like this.  She took a bottle of whisky from a shelf at the
bottom of the bar.
   "Can I have some of this?"
   "Of course you can my little lovely.  I'll get you a glass."
   Jim pulled the curtains - no sense in taking any chances with prying
neighbours.
   Kelly was at the same time repulsed by Jim, but also strangely
fascinated by him.  She couldn't help but enjoy the attention she was
getting from him - far more than she got from boys of her own age, who just
treated her like another classmate.  Jim saw her as some sort of goddess,
and she liked that very much.  She also liked very much the idea of a
regular £100 per week, and that reminded her.
   "Have you got my money, Mr Marsham?"
   "Of course, my dear, but do please call me Jim.  Mr Marsham sounds so
formal, and I want us to be such good friends".
   Jim took the 10 £10 notes from his back pocket and gave them to Kelly.
   "Thanks, Jim."
   Kelly slipped the money into a zipped pocket in her backpack, and took
the drink that Jim was offering her.  She thought it would help her to
relax, because even now she hadn't got any real idea of what she would be
expected to do to earn her £100.  She was very anxious to please Jim,
though, because a regular £100 a week was a very large sum of money for so
little work.  Work?  It was possible, she thought, that she might even
enjoy it.
   She sipped down some of the whisky.  She was right.  She was starting to
feel more relaxed already.
   "Where shall we start?  Shall we just talk for a bit to get to know each
other?"
   Jim had no intention of wasting much time talking to this pretty
creature, but he thought he'd better go along with the idea just to keep
her happy.
   "Fine, fine, if you like.  You sit on that sofa, and I'll sit next to
you."
   Kelly sat on the leather sofa, with her knees demurely together and her
T-shirt pulled right down, much to Jim's concern.  She looked so prim and
proper sitting there that he wondered whether he had just thrown £100 away.
   "Do you think I'm pretty then?"
   Kelly hardly needed any reassurance about that after her last visit to
Jim's house, but she loved attention and she loved compliments even more.
   "Of course I do.  You're very pretty indeed.  Pretty enough to want to
kiss, in fact.  May I kiss you?"
   "If you like", said Kelly, and she leaned over to offer her cheek for
Jim to kiss.
   Jim was feeling very uncomfortable by now about his £100.  She had after
all promised that he could do anything he liked.  This seemed very tame to
him, and he was still a bit pissed off about the clothes she was wearing.
   Kelly must have sensed that he was unhappy about something, and asked
him what the matter was.  Jim said she just seemed a bit formal, and he
cheered up enormously when she gave him a big grin and told him to be
patient.  She took another drink from the large glass of whisky, and Jim
felt sure that the alcohol would soon help her to relax a bit.  Perhaps she
was just a little shy!
   They chatted about this and that for a few minutes, and as they did so,
Kelly felt herself getting more and more relaxed.  Jim could see this from
the way she was sitting, no longer with her long legs together, but more
naturally apart.  Jim wanted to grope her between the legs there and then,
but he thought he'd better wait a bit.
   Kelly lay back on the side of the sofa and put her legs across Jim's
lap. She kicked her shoes off and playfully nuzzled his groin with her
foot. Jim's cock responded, and Kelly giggled.  Her white socks were
spotlessly clean, and Jim fondled her feet, thinking how nice they felt. 
Clean, and dry, and warm.  He lifted her left foot to his mouth and nibbled
at Kelly's toes through the white ankle socks.  She laughed, and removed
her sock, letting Jim continue to suck and lick her toes.
   She lifted her T-shirt up and asked whether he liked her breasts.  He
did, very much.  They were perfect, small but adequate, perky, and jutting
out proudly without any need for support.  She wasn't wearing a bra, and
she certainly didn't need to with pert titties like these.  Jim touched
both nipples gently with his fingers, and Kelly smiled.
   The jeans were a bit of a problem though, and Jim couldn't see an easy
way in.  Kelly sensed his annoyance.
   "I've got a surprise for you."
   "What's that then, Kelly?"
   "It's in my backpack - have a look inside it."
   Jim fetched the backpack from where Kelly had left it, and opened it. 
Kelly was sat there grinning as he looked inside.  But there was nothing of
interest in here.  Just some clothes.  But wait a minute, these weren't
just clothes.  He pulled out a blouse, then a striped tie, then a pair of
white cotton knickers.
   Kelly smiled sweetly.
   "I promised I'd wear my school uniform for you, didn't I?"
   "I thought you'd forgotten, and I didn't like to ask."
   How sweet, thought Kelly to herself, and how different from the boys she
normally went out with, who were so rough and crude by comparison with Jim,
who seemed really thoughtful.  She felt sorry for Jim, and although she had
originally just wanted to blackmail him, she felt herself growing quite
fond of this poor old gentleman.
   "Shall I put it on for you, then?"
   Jim nodded happily, and Kelly took her bag into the kitchen to change.
   "You can't change there - someone might see you.  Let me take you
upstairs to change, so you can't be seen."
   Jim led Kelly up the stairs to the bathroom - he didn't dare let her see
all the videos and porn magazines in his bedroom.
   "You can change in here if you like.  No one can see you in here."
   Kelly rested her bag on the lid of the toilet, and remembered some of
what Jim had said last time they met.
   "Jim, you dirty old perve, bringing me in here so you can look through
the keyhole while I do a wee," she teased.
   Jim denied absolutely that he had any such intention, but he went so red
with embarrassment that Kelly began to think that might have been his plan
after all.
   "I'll go downstairs again, whilst you change - and I promise I won't be
peering through the keyhole.  If you look, you'll see there isn't one in
fact!"
   Jim went back to the lounge, and five minutes later, Kelly came into the
room.  She looked lovely, with her pretty blonde hair tumbling down over
her shoulders, but best of all the uniform.
   "Do you like me like this, then?"
   "You know jolly well I do", said Jim, looking very embarrassed again.
   Kelly stood there in her grey skirt, with the little pleats in it, her
blue blouse and stripy tie, her clumpy black shoes, and her white socks. 
She pulled a lollipop out of her pocket and started sucking it
provocatively.  She bent down to pick her bag up, and 'accidentally' let
Jim see her little white panties.  She knew from their last meeting that he
had a thing about school uniforms, and just as much a thing about
schoolgirls' panties, especially if they were slightly wet.  These ones
weren't, but Kelly expected that they soon would be!
   Jim, meanwhile, was nearly coming in his trousers at the sight of this
sweet sixteen year old little girl in her school uniform showing her
panties.
   "What would you like me to do then, Jim?" she said, grinning at his
awkwardness.
   Jim clearly didn't mind what she did, he was so happy, so she sprawled
on the sofa with her legs wide apart.  Jim was delirious.  He had to get
his camcorder to film this and asked Kelly if she minded.  She didn't mind
at all, and was quite flattered in fact, so Jim got the camera down from
upstairs.
   He started filming, and Kelly opened her legs for starters to display
her pretty white cotton panties, and her milky white thighs.  As Jim
filmed, Kelly wriggled around the sofa for him, keeping her skirt and
blouse on, but they might just as well not have been.  First she jiggled
her breasts for the camera, gently squeezing them through her blue blouse.
She still wasn't wearing a bra, and as she cupped them together with her
hands, her puffy nipples protruded through the thin blue cotton.  She held
her left breast in her left hand, licked the middle finger of her right
hand and gently rubbed the nipple till it stood out even harder through her
blouse.
   She undid the buttons of her blouse, tantalisingly slowly until Jim was
desperate with excitement, hardly able to hold the camera steady.  Her
milky breasts were all of a sudden free - Kelly crouched on the sofa on all
fours, letting her lovely titties dangle there, her nipples brushing
against the leather, and her blouse now wide open.
   As she crouched there on the leather sofa, she spread her legs wide and
pushed her little bum up in the air for Jim to film.  Pulling her skirt up
with one hand, she fingered her panties with the other, stretching them
tight over her bum so that Jim could actually see the outline of her two
love tunnels underneath her panties.  That such a pretty young girl could
display herself so openly for him Jim found truly wonderful.  But it was
getting better and better.
   Kelly started rubbing herself through her pretty little white knickers,
and as she did so her cunt became wet with her womanly juices.  A wet patch
appeared on her panties, and she started to whimper gently as the material
rubbed against her clitoris.  She slipped her middle finger into her cunt,
then pulled it out again.  It was glistening with juice from her young
cunt, and as she lifted her finger to her mouth, it brushed against her
grey pleated skirt, leaving a light smear.  Kelly giggled, and slipped her
finger into her vagina again, once more coating it with those sweet
smelling fluids.  She lifted it to her rosebud mouth and licked it slowly,
four times, smelling her finger and smiling as she did so.
   She dipped it once more into her hot snatch, coating it yet again with
cunt juice, this time holding her finger out to Jim.  Jim could feel his
cock pounding inside his trousers as he leaned across the sofa to get even
closer to Kelly than he was already.  He first smelled the wet finger,
breathing deeply in the sweet scent of Kelly's pussy, then did as Kelly had
done and licked her finger clean, licking and sucking it and swallowing
down the luscious secretions from her engorged vagina.
   Kelly turned over.  Her panties were still just about covering up her,
but apart from that she looked a proper little slut, with her blue blouse
open and her grey pleated skirt almost up to her slender waist.  She still
had her shiny black shoes on, and her white ankle socks - Jim thought this
was really sexy, and completed the schoolgirl look he so liked.  Kelly
pulled her skirt down provocatively to cover herself up, and pulled her
blouse across to hide her pert young breasts from sight.  She pouted, and
looked up at Jim with an almost sad look on her face, her big blue eyes
wide open.  Then she grinned, seeing the crestfallen look on Jim's face,
and pulled the blue cotton back to expose her beautiful titties again.
   She laughed and giggled as she played with her pert young breasts, and
jiggled them about like grapefruit.  Jim loved her puffy nipples, and
wanted desperately to suck them.  Kelly pulled her skirt slowly up to
uncover her bare legs, and her panties.  She drew her feet towards her, and
held her knees together in front of her with her hands clasped together,
hiding her panties from view once again, modesty returning.  But it didn't
last very long.  Within seconds, she had lost her modesty again, and opened
her knees wide to Jim's happy gaze.
   He feasted his eyes on her gorgeous little white panties, his glance
falling on the little wet patch that had appeared over her vagina.  How he
would like to suck that little wet patch!  Kelly opened her legs as wide as
she possibly could, the white cotton fabric stretching itself tight across
her pussy.  Rubbing her cunt gently at first from the outside of her
knickers, she soon slipped her right hand inside her panties, and put first
one, then two, then three fingers into her vagina, moving them slowly in
and out of herself as she started to masturbate.  The slow movement of her
fingers became faster and faster as she started to come, then she stopped,
almost as quickly as she had started, lying back, a look of almost pain on
her face as she sucked long and hard on her cunt-stained fingers.  As she
lay back, her left hand pulled her panties aside, giving Jim a wonderful
close up shot of her cunt.  It was wide open, like her legs, and as Kelly
slipped just one finger into her vagina for the final time, he watched
something he had never before seen.
   As he watched, with the camcorder filming every move, Kelly's cunt
started to make little spasms as she slipped her finger quickly in and out
of it.  With each spasm, she gave a little shriek of ecstasy, but with each
spasm also there was a small but very noticeable jet of milky white fluid
squirting out of Kelly's clitoris and laying in a tiny little pool inside
her vagina.  Jim had never before seen a girl's cunt ejaculating like this,
but as Kelly's hand relaxed after its exertions, her panties slipped back
over her cunt, soaking up the almost magic juices.
   Jim was transfixed by the erotic sight of Kelly's taut white knickers,
her two holes again clearly visible through the now juice-wet cotton.  As
the juices dribbled out of her tight little cunt, they leaked out onto her
panties, emphasising the sweet young vaginal passage into which Jim hoped
soon to be sliding his cock.
   But it was no good.  He couldn't stand there holding the camera whilst
this pretty blonde girl was exposing herself like this.  He lunged forward,
sniffing the white panties and pushing his tongue against them.  Kelly
raised no objections at all, good girl that she was, and just sat there
whilst Jim smelled her juice soaked panties, and licked them.  Kelly knew
what would happen next.  It had only been a question of time.  Now she
would really earn her £100!

   Chapter 8

   Kelly knew she couldn't keep Jim off her for much longer, but she also
knew that if she didn't go for a pee pretty soon she would wet her
knickers. That might well have been what Jim wanted, but it would make a
bit of a mess of the lounge, and she didn't think he would think too much
of that!
   "I need to go to the toilet.  You can come with me and watch, if you
like."
   Kelly did her blouse up, put her shiny black shoes back on, and put her
school tie back on for complete measure.  Jim showed her the way to the
bathroom, and watched as she sat on the toilet and pulled her panties down.
He loved the sight of this young blonde wearing her school uniform, with
her white cotton panties round her ankles.  He wanted so much to fuck her,
to stick his cock inside her warm little cunt.  She looked so cute, so
innocent, then the pee jetted out of her urethra and she let it splash
against the back of her hand.  Jim put his own hands there, cupping them to
collect some of the pee.  He held his cupped hands first to his nose, to
savour the salty smell of Kelly's wee, then sipped, then drank down the
pale yellow fluid.
   "Ugh, you're drinking my pee - how horrid!"
   "No, Kelly, it tastes lovely, and what's even nicer is that I know its
come out of your lovely hairy little pussy.  I want to lick you down there
as soon as you've had your wee, so I can taste your little pee hole and
suck your clit."
   Jim pulled a pubic hair out of his mouth.
   "What's that?"
   Jim said it was only one of her hairs.  It was nothing to worry her
pretty little head about.
   Kelly saw Jim's razor on the shelf.
   "Do you want me to shave my hair off so that when you lick and suck me
it's all smooth, and you don't get any hairs in your mouth?"
   Jim started to get excited at the prospect of Kelly shaving herself, and
said he'd like her to do it.  Could he perhaps help?
   Kelly said he could help, but she had no intention of letting him
anywhere near her cunt with a razor blade.  She would have to do that bit -
he could do the lathering!
   So she finished her pee, and pulled her panties up after first wiping
herself with some Kleenex.  She thought it was pretty silly to be still
wandering around in her school uniform, but she knew how much it excited
Jim!  Her blouse was still done up, but she let Jim fondle her pert young
breasts, while she in turn slipped her hand inside his trousers to feel his
cock.  She felt it stiffen as he felt her tits, and the end of it was all
sticky with his cum.
   Jim tried to suck her tits, and she didn't try to stop him.  She felt
quite sorry for this poor old gentleman as he licked and sucked at her
breasts, then her puffy little nipples.
   His hand reached inside her panties, and she felt his fingers slipping
into her vagina, which was wet and very well juiced up.  As he groped her
cunt and slid his forefinger in and out of Kelly's hot little tube, Jim
very nearly came all over her hand, which still caressed his old cock.
   "Wait a minute, wait a minute.  We've got all evening yet, there's no
hurry."
   "Oh, Kelly, you don't know how good this feels to an old man.  It's a
very long time since I was able to do this to a girl as young as you, and
now I cant stop myself."
   "Hold on, hold on, you'll give yourself a heart attack!  I'm not going
away, just calm down.  Do you want to help me shave, or not?"
   Kelly took hold of the razor, and passed the can of shaving foam to Jim.
She sat on the bathroom stool, legs wide apart, skirt open, and tits
jutting mischievously through her blue blouse.  She still had her school
tie on, and with her little white socks and black shoes she really looked
the part of the naughty little schoolgirl, especially with her little white
panties around her ankles.  Jim sprayed a huge ball of white foam into his
hand and daubed it sensuously onto Kelly's cunt.  She wriggled and giggled
- it was cold.  Some of the cream dribbled onto Kelly's grey skirt.  It
looked to Jim like semen that had been splashed there by some careless
lover, perhaps one of Kelly's schoolfriends, he thought lewdly.
   Kelly sprawled back on the stool, her uniform dishevelled and her cunt
now covered in shaving foam.  She hadn't expected to enjoy herself during
this evening of lust with Jim, but she found that it was quite fun.  Jim
was most certainly enjoying himself, as he worked the foam into and around
Kelly's cunt, squidging it everywhere.
   Kelly picked up the razor, and started shaving all the hair off.  She
was quite proud of her hairy little twat - it really was quite bushy down
there, and it seemed almost a shame to be shaving it all off.  She knew
from girls in her class though that men found smooth cunts quite a turn on,
and she wasn't at all surprised that Jim wanted to see her with the hair
shaved off.
   Slowly, but surely, the razor did its job, and Kelly gingerly started
round the edges, working carefully towards her outer labia.  Kelly splashed
the foam, all mixed with her pubic hair, into a bowl that Jim had brought
from the kitchen, and Jim watched as Kelly's cunt became smoother and
smoother.  It was a really erotic sight watching Kelly shaving herself, and
Jim felt his cock stiffening yet again.  A stain appeared on the front of
his trousers, and he hoped that Kelly wouldn't notice.  She did though.
   "Jim, have you come inside your trousers, you dirty old thing, you?  I
can see a wet patch on the front!!"
   Jim was embarrassed, though there was no good reason why he should be.
   "It's your fault, you little minx.  Anyway, I haven't come - my cock's
just seeping a bit of spunk."
   He was a bit scared of talking like this to a young girl in case she was
shocked by his language, but then he remembered that he had already used
some pretty crude talk on their first meeting, and she hadn't seemed to
mind then.  He found it quite exciting to talk dirty to Kelly, and thought
he'd try some more.
   "I'd like to make my spunk seep all over that young pussy of yours, and
then wank into the wet gusset of your school knickers, then rub them in
your face.  Then I'd lick all the sperm off of your cunt and your face, and
dribble it into your sweet little mouth."
   He enjoyed saying that, but didn't really know why.  Kelly was a little
surprised, but certainly not shocked, and just said that he should wait a
bit and be patient.  She carried on shaving her cunt, and splashing the
hairy foam into the bowl.
   Soon, the job was almost complete.  All the hair had gone from round her
pussy, and she was just giving it all another final go over with the razor
to make it as smooth as the skin on her pretty face.  She carefully went
round her labia one more time, and the job was done.
   Jim had been looking in the cabinet for some more foam during the last
bit of Kelly's shave, but he heard her say "There, all finished", and
turned round to inspect her work.  Kelly was a little tease, though,
because as soon as he turned round, she pulled up her panties and smoothed
down her skirt.
   "You'll have to wait a bit longer if you want to see my little shaved
twat.  I think its time for another drink".
   Jim went downstairs, and brought up another glass for Kelly, and the
rest of the bottle of whisky that she had been drinking earlier.  He poured
her a very large glass, gave it her, and watched as she took a large gulp.
She giggled, and almost tripped on the stool.
   "I think this whisky is making me a bit tiddly.  I keep losing my
balance!  I nearly fell over just then.  Better not drink any more, I think
- I hope you're not just trying to get me drunk!"
   That was exactly what Jim was trying to do, of course, and Kelly wasn't
really bothered about it anyway.  She somehow felt quite safe with Jim. 
She didn't know quite why, and she did know that he wanted to fuck her, but
for some reason she was quite looking forward to it.  She wouldn't have
agreed to the arrangement if she hadn't wanted to, and she could tell that
Jim was just a poor old gentleman who hadn't had any sex for quite a long
time.  She knew he wouldn't hurt her, and that was the main thing.  Kelly
saw the whole thing almost as a kind of helping old people thing, as her
Mum and Dad had always taught her.  This wasn't exactly what they had in
mind, she felt sure, but it certainly wasn't doing any harm.  She was happy
with the money, and Jim was happy with what he was getting - where was the
harm in that?
   Jim suggested that they should go into his spare bedroom.  He kept this
for visitors, although he didn't have many visitors these days.  It was a
nice room, and at least there weren't porn magazines and videos scattered
about all over it.  Kelly agreed quite happily, and made her way through to
the room, somewhat the worse for the whiskey.  She felt happy, and started
to take her clothes off.
   Jim didn't want that, though, even now when he was within minutes of
fucking his dreamgirl.
   "No, Kelly, I do want to see your lovely body, but please do keep the
school uniform on for now.  You can take it off in a little while."
   Kelly giggled, but she certainly didn't mind.  She just found it funny.
So she went through to the spare bedroom, and lay back on the bed waiting
for Jim to come in.  Feeling by now very relaxed indeed, she smoothed down
her grey pleated skirt and did her blouse buttons up, getting up again
briefly to look at herself in the mirror and do up her school tie.  She
felt a bit silly lying there in her socks and shoes, but Jim seemed to want
the complete schoolgirl thing, and if that was what he wanted, who was she
to deny him it.  Besides, she wanted this to be a regular £100 a week, and
a satisfied customer was a satisfied customer.
   As Jim came into the room, she drew her legs towards herself, allowing
him just a brief glimpse of her white cotton panties.  That was enough for
him though, enough to fire his penis with ejaculate, which once more
started seeping out onto his underpants.
   "Tease me then, you little tart, torment me if you like."
   "I'm sorry Mr Marsham - I didn't mean to upset you.  What would you like
me to do?" Kelly was afraid she'd upset him.
   "No, really, Kelly, I'm happier than I've been for years.  Just keep
teasing me like you are doing.  It's really sexy.  I never did like it just
laid on a plate - it's much better when you don't know what's going to
happen next."
   This gave Kelly a real sense of power.  She had him under her power, an
old man in the firm grip of a young girl.  It made her feel good, better
than she ever remembered feeling before, and she revelled in the command
she found she now had over this man.
   She opened her legs wider, allowing him to see up her skirt.  He could
see her panties, the soft clean white cotton fabric covering Kelly's
equally soft and clean young cunt.  As she opened her legs wider still for
him to view her sweetly scented crotch, he thought he could see a small
damp area in the middle of her panties.  Kelly was actually getting really
sexed up, and the hornier she got the wetter she got, which was why there
was the little wet spot in her knickers.  As Jim watched the little wet
spot, almost mesmerised by it, it started to grow in size, until Kelly's
panties were very definitely wet in the middle.
   Kelly sensed that her panties had become wet, and looked a bit
embarrassed.
   "Oh dear, I'm getting so horny my cunt juices are staining my little
knickers.  Do you want me to take them off and change into some clean ones?
I've brought some more with me in my backpack.  These ones are a bit smelly
now."
   "No, Kelly, leave them on please.  I'm going to lick your panties clean
any second now, then I'm going to spurt my hot cum inside you until it
dribbles out of your little cunt."
   Kelly grinned.  She knew that Jim was enjoying himself, and she knew
that her £100 a week was safe.  She held her legs wide open for Jim to
savour the sight of her wet panties, and at the same time lifted her blouse
so that her tits just peeped out.  Jim couldn't wait much longer before he
came, he knew that, so he made a move towards Kelly.
   He wanted very much to taste Kelly's wet little schoolgirl panties and
to lick her pretty little cunt, which was still hidden under her knickers.
Kelly wriggled her pussy provocatively and smiled at him.
   "Come on, then, lick my cunt, but take those old clothes off first.  How
can we do it when you're still wearing your clothes?"
   Jim didn't need any further coaxing.  He had had a long bath before
Kelly had arrived, because he wanted to be very clean for her.  He had also
splashed himself with some cologne that he'd bought specially, so he smelt
pretty good to Kelly.  He took off all his clothes and piled them into a
corner out of the way.
   Kelly slipped a finger inside her panties, gently sliding it into her
vagina.  She pulled it out, sniffed it, and held it out to Jim.  He
responded at once by taking her finger in his mouth and sucking it, tasting
her juices and swallowing them.  He moved down to her panties, where the
wet spot had now become so wet that he could see through the thin cotton
material, and pressed his face against them, breathing in her scent, the
scent of sex and lust.
   He sniffed, then licked, Kelly's sexy schoolgirl panties, making them
even wetter with his saliva, and she in turn dribbled out more of her
secretions into the soft fabric.
   "Let me take my panties off for you", she whispered after he had licked
and smelled her panties for a minute or two.
   As he moved his head, she slipped out of her panties, dropping them onto
the floor, and opened her legs wide again.  Her now hairless cunt beckoned
him like a beacon.  He could now see every detail of her gorgeous twat, the
labia glistening with Kelly's juices, and her little pink clitoris standing
out proudly.  Her vaginal lips were slightly parted, and he could see
inside traces of the sex fluids that had been dribbling out of her pussy
and into her panties.
   There was no hair to be seen on Kelly's cunt, and her bare pussy excited
Jim.  He straddled Kelly in the 69 position and as he put his mouth to her
smooth hairless cunny, he felt her soft mouth closing around his swollen
penis.  Oh but this was joy.  As his tongue started to explore Kelly's
labia, he could not only smell but taste her vaginal secretions.  He licked
the smooth cunt all over, at first just the outside, and then delving into
her vagina.  Her cunt smelt sweet and scented, probably because of the
talcum powder she had patted into the baby smooth skin, but her vagina was
like a slippery tunnel to his probing tongue.  As his hot tongue pressed
and forced its way up her love tunnel, she moaned and wriggled with
enjoyment.  Creamy white liquids flowed from her vagina as he probed her,
and he lapped them up with pride.  Yes, he had released this young girl's
juices, after all these years of just dreaming about it.
   As he licked and sucked Kelly's pink cunny, she cradled his cock in her
mouth, softly at first, then more roughly until she was sucking and licking
it quite forcefully.  Jim had never experienced such pleasure, and as he
licked Kelly's cunt he moved his cock rhythmically in and out of Kelly's
sweet young mouth.  He wanted to stop himself from coming, to prolong the
pleasure, but he knew that he couldn't last long.  As Kelly began to come,
screaming in ecstasy, his cock started to spurt his sticky white seed
inside her mouth.  Jets of semen shot into her rosebud mouth, spurting into
the back of her throat and onto her tongue.  As she held her tongue out for
Jim to spurt onto, the cum dribbled out and ran down her chin.  Splashes of
spunk jetted across her pretty smiling face, spurting into her eyes and
almost blocking one nostril.
   But Jim wasn't finished yet.  Although Kelly's face was now covered in
his sticky white sperm, and her mouth and throat were full too, he was
still coming, and he knew if he was quick enough he could spurt more of his
creamy stuff into her cunt.  He pulled his cock roughly from Kelly's sweet
mouth, and turned it on her cunt, spraying yet more semen into her.  This
time it squirted into her open vagina, and splashed across her hairless
cunt, covering it with sticky white sperm.  The semen dribbled quickly out
of her tight cunt, dripping down into her little bumhole.  Kelly was a
beautiful sight, with sperm now splashed across her face, in her mouth,
eyes and nose, her smooth cunt sprayed with the stuff, and dribbles of it
dripping from her cunt tube into her bottom.  She looked so happy at what
he had done, but Jim still had a few squirts of semen left inside his balls
and cock.
   Kelly's school knickers were lying on the floor beside her, and they
still fascinated Jim.  The gusset was still wet with Kelly's cunt juices,
but Jim wanted to make them wetter.  With his final shots of semen, he
splashed into the gusset of the panties, covering them with his sticky seed
until they were dripping with it.  As his orgasm died, he took the panties
and rubbed their wet sticky gusset slowly into Kelly's face, smearing her
with this potent mix of her own love juices and Jim's sperm.  As she
smelled the mixed scent of her juices and the cum, she smiled, relaxed, and
started to wet herself.

   Chapter 9

   The pee was about to jet out of her sweet young pussy, when she suddenly
remembered Jim's little thing about peeing and panties.  Why waste this
opportunity to give him just one more thrill before she went home?  She
certainly needed to pee again, but she could last for a minute or so while
she got herself into a good position for Jim to watch.  She was still very
keen to make a really good impression on him so that her £100 a week was
quite safe.  Little did she know that Jim would happily have paid her 10
times that after this evening!!
   So as Jim just lay there trying to get his breath back, Kelly put her
stained panties back on, wondering whether Jim would pay her any money for
them, and crawled across to him.
   "Lie down, Jim, I've got one last little treat for you".
   He wondered what it was, but did as he was told, lying flat on his back
on the floor.  Kelly stood over him, little drips of semen running down her
legs.
   "I'm going to squat down now, and sit on your face whilst I pee.  Would
you like that?"
   Jim started to get hard again, just hearing those words.
   "Oh, Kelly, you angel.  Would you do that for me?"
   Kelly lowered her slight frame slowly over Jim until she was squatting
with her panties only inches away from his happy face.  He could smell her
cunt, with its musky, sensual aroma, and he could smell the damp scent of
his own semen, which had almost soaked into Kelly's white cotton panties,
but not quite.  Some of the sticky white strings of spunk were still to be
seen on Kelly's panties, and yet more hung down from them in strings.
   "Can you smell my wet cunt?  Does it still make you want to cum?  Shall
I piss through my knickers until it runs all over your face?"
   "Oh yes, Kelly, yes, yes, yes.  Piddle on me, urinate on my face, wee
all over me."
   Kelly was more than happy to help, because she was bursting for a pee.
She lowered her body a little closer to Jim's face and he watched as her
muscles relaxed, ready to pee.  Her panties were still wet, and almost
see-through, so Jim could see Kelly's labia through them.  As he watched, a
yellow wet stain appeared as Kelly started to wet herself, then the stain
turned into a gentle trickle of pee, then into a flood.  The warm wet urine
flooded into her little white knickers, and then dribbled out again all
over Jim's upturned face and into his mouth.  He was in heaven as this
pretty young girl continued to wet herself all over him and, as she
finished, she squatted close enough to his face for him to be able to feel
her wet panties against his lips.
   The smell of Kelly's wet knickers was lovely, and the taste of her wee
delightful.  He couldn't imagine any better place to be right now than
underneath this beautiful schoolgirl, who was now sitting on his face and
letting the last drops of golden pee dribble into her panties and from
there into his open mouth.
   Jim wanted to share the experience with Kelly, but he wasn't too sure
how to.  So he asked her to lay down flat on the floor for him whilst he
pulled her panties off again.  She did this quite willingly, and waited
while he sniffed her panties again, even licking the wet crotch piece to
taste the heady mixture of sperm and wee.  On instruction from Jim, she
opened her mouth and allowed Jim to squeeze the wet panties over her face
and into her waiting mouth.  She didn't seem to mind at all tasting her own
pee, but she knew he would like to pee on her as well.
   "I don't mind if you pee on me, if you like"
   It was the signal he had been waiting for, and as Kelly lay there, he
held out his fat cock and allowed it to jet warm streams of pee over her
skirt, her blouse, her socks, her tie, and especially all over her
knickers. It splashed into her blonde hair ran down her face, and as she
giggled sweetly, it dribbled into her mouth.  Jim jetted a full stream
straight into her open mouth, and as her mouth filled, she giggled again,
swallowing it down with a loud gulp.  She swallowed another mouthful, as
Jim kept on pissing into her open mouth, then another, then another.
   But it was too much for her.  It must have been the saltiness or
something, but suddenly she felt very sick indeed, and she knew she had to
vomit.
   She had to get up, and rushed to the bathroom.  Poor Kelly was then
horribly sick in the bath - she didn't manage to get to the toilet in time.
   Jim was really upset.  He hadn't meant to make the poor girl sick, and
now she was throwing up all over his towels.  He comforted poor Kelly, who
really was puking up all his pee in a very big way, and she soon began to
feel better.  She said she was really sorry for having been sick in Jim's
bath, but it was so salty that she hadn't been able to help it.
   "I've never had anybody pee in my mouth before", she sobbed.
   "I let you do it because I knew you wanted to, and I did like it at
first, but it made me feel all yucky in my tummy when I swallowed a lot. 
I'm so sorry to have been sick everywhere - I'll clear it all up for you."
   "Kelly, don't be so silly, you poor little thing.  It's all my fault
really.  I shouldn't have done it to you, but it was so nice watching the
pee splash all over your pretty face, and it did turn me on when you
swallowed it like you did my sperm.  I'm so sorry it made you sick, and I
won't hear of you clearing it up.  I'll sort it all out after you've gone
home.  I just hope you'll come back next Friday so we can have some more
fun together.  I promise I won't make you sick any more."
   Kelly smiled sweetly at Jim.
   "Of course I'll come back next week.  I have enjoyed myself, really I
have - and I know you have!"
   She gave a little smirk, and said she'd better be off home now.  Jim
turned on the shower for her, and said she'd better clean herself up a bit
first.  Kelly took off her dirty clothes, and handed them to Jim, knowing
very well what he was likely to do with them.  As she showered, Jim fetched
her backpack and got out the jeans and the T-shirt she had come in.  He
said he'd wash her clothes for her so they were ready next Friday, and
Kelly said that would be fine because she had some more at home and it
would be better if she didn't take her mum clothes that were covered in
wee, sick and semen!  She might have a bit of explaining to do if she did
that!
   After Kelly had had her shower, they collected her things together, and
Jim waved her goodbye - thinking to himself how much fun he was going to
have with Kelly's knickers before next Friday.

   Chapter 10

   The following morning, Jim woke up early with a smile on his face.  It
was Saturday, and he'd arranged to see an old friend of his in Upton Park.
It was a bit of a journey, but Bill, his friend, shared a lot of his own
interests.  These included football, racing and sport generally, but the
smile on his face had more to do with the other interest that they had in
common - sex.
   They were both middle aged, but they had no interest whatever in women
of their own age - only much, much younger women like Kelly.  Bill had no
wife now, and he spent a fair proportion of his income on young girls in
lap dancing bars, strip clubs and the like.  He had visited many
prostitutes over recent years, and especially liked the ones that dressed
up as schoolgirls - that included most of them, really, but only the
younger ones could really excite him.
   He used to tour the streets around Kings Cross after dark because he
liked the excitement, and because the girls were cheaper there.  Quite
often he could find a girl there who would let him feel her up in an
alleyway, followed by a furtive blowjob, and all for £5.  He knew the girls
weren't all that clean, and that he ran the risk of getting some sort of
disease, but he took the view that he was too old to bother about that, and
if he did catch something he could always get a dose of antibiotics from
the doctor.
   Jim ate his breakfast in something of a hurry.  He enjoyed visiting his
friend, and wanted to get there early.  There was always so much to do when
they got together - most of it pretty disgusting if Jim was honest with
himself, but it was all quite harmless - at least that was what they always
told themselves.
   He washed and dressed equally quickly, and left the house at a brisk
pace for the rather awkward journey, which involved a longish bus ride,
then a train, then the underground.  The journey started well.  He sat, as
he usually did, on one of the bench seats which faced each other, towards
the back of the bus.  A couple of stops later, on got a couple of girls
going shopping, and they sat right opposite him.  He couldn't keep his eyes
off them, of course, and they soon realised that he was watching them as
they chatted and giggled together.  He gathered that they were called Jenny
and Hannah, Hannah being a tall thin blonde girl, and Jenny much shorter,
with short dark hair.
   He saw Hannah whisper something to Jenny, then she opened her legs very
slightly until Jim could see up her dress.  She was wearing Jim's favourite
white cotton panties, and he sat there trying to hide another erection. 
Then Jenny opened her legs.  She was wearing little blue gingham panties,
and Jim didn't know which girl to stare at.  By the time the bus had gone a
couple more stops, both the girls had their legs wide open.  There were no
other passengers on the bus, and the driver couldn't see what was going on,
which was just as well, or he'd probably have stopped the bus to watch.
   By this time, the girls had stopped all pretence that they were
accidentally showing their panties, and had become totally shameless.  They
sat there, smiling sweetly and giggling, at the same time pulling their
dresses up and putting their hands inside their panties to torment the poor
old man sitting opposite them.  The dark-haired girl pulled her gingham
panties to one side, showing off her smooth, shaved cunt, and her friend
showed off her ginger cunt hairs.
   Hannah spoke first.
   "Hello Mister, do you like my hairy cunt?  Bet you'd like to lick it,
wouldn't you?  Bet you'd like to stick your fat old cock in it, too?  Have
you got five quid?  I'll stick my finger in it and let you lick it for a
fiver."
   Then it was Jenny's turn.
   "We can't do much on the bus, but if you've got some money you can fuck
us both."
   Jim was gobsmacked at what was happening to him, and he just sat there,
stunned, saying nothing.  The girls weren't giving up that easily though,
and they knew that he couldn't resist him.  They also wanted some of his
money to add some excitement to their little shopping trip - they were
always hard up - and they were determined to get some.  Jenny put her
middle finger inside her pretty gingham panties and finger-fucked herself
hard until the juices started to run out of her smooth twat onto her
panties.  Hannah did the same, and her cotton panties started to get all
wet with her juices.  The sight of these two young girls wanking themselves
off within easy reach of him was too much for Jim.
   "OK, OK, how much do you want, and where can we go?"
   Hannah was clearly the commercial one.  She whispered something to
Jenny, then turned to Jim.  They put their legs together, as if to say
that's enough of the free show.
   "It'll cost you twenty quid for each of us, and if we get off at the
next stop I know a place where noone will see us."
   "Done," said Jim.
   Jenny rang the bell to stop the bus, and they all got off at the next
stop.  There was a passageway at the end of a row of shops, and Hannah led
Jim along it.  It opened up at the back of the shops into a piece of waste
ground, and there were bushes at one end of it.  The girls led the way,
obviously not for the first time.  Jim followed like a puppy dog.  As the
girls disappeared into the bushes, Jim started to wonder just what he was
letting himself in for, but the lust for these two heavenly creatures drove
him on.
   He heard Hannah call him into a small but very well hidden thicket, and
followed her voice.  The two girls were lying there amongst the dead
leaves, their dresses pulled up and their panties showing.  Hannah opened
her legs invitingly, her white panties stretching taut over her cunt hairs.
   "Have you got the money then.  We're not doing anything until we get
it."
   Jim took two £20 notes out of his wallet and handed them over.  This
seemed like very good value to him.
   "OK - what do you want us to do then?"
   Jim didn't really know what to say, or where to start.
   "Ummm, errrr......"
   "Shall we show you our cunts for starters?  Then you can tell us what to
do next."
   "Fine" said Jim, "that would be good.  But I like panties, so could you
keep your panties on as well?"
   Jenny got up off the ground and stood next to her friend.  Both girls
hitched up their dresses and bent forwards, showing their bums to Jim.  As
they leaned forwards, their knickers drew tight into their bottoms and
pussies, making Jim think how nice it would be to be a pair of panties. 
They opened their legs wide and just stood there whilst Jim gazed in awe at
their tight little panties.
   "You can have a feel if you like", said Jenny.
   Jim put his hands gingerly up Jenny's skirt and felt her gingham panties
with hot hands.
   "Can I smell your panties?"
   "Sure - £20 says you can do what you like - for a few minutes, anyway".
   Jenny leaned over and rested her hands on a tree trunk.  With her legs
wide apart Jim could see right up her dress and he thrust his head between
her legs and up her dress.  It was wonderful in there, his face hidden from
view and the warm scent of freshly washed cunt filling his nostrils.  Jenny
stood up straight, still with her legs wide apart, and Jim remained under
her dress, pressing his nose gently against her gingham panties.
   "Careful", she laughed, "I might wet myself".
   If only, thought Jim, if only.  Her panties were moist, and they smelt
slightly sweet.  There was a faintly floral smell too, and Jim couldn't
help wondering to himself what she had used on her cunt to make it smell so
nice.  It wasn't really a question he felt he could ask, though - not just
yet, anyway.
   Hannah stood by, watching as Jim undid the buttons on his trousers and
slipped his cock out.
   "I hope you girls don't mind if I just let my cock have a bit of air! 
It's really struggling hard to stay inside my trousers just at the moment,
it's so stiff.  I haven't had so much excitement in years."
   Had he forgotten Kelly so soon?  Not really, but he certainly wasn't
going to tell these two about his other spare time activities - they might
think he was some kind of pervert!
   "No, no, let's see your big prick," said Hannah.  "We both like playing
with men's willies, don't we Jenny?"
   "Oh yes.  I like the way they grow even bigger when you put them in your
mouth, and the way they dribble salty stuff on your tongue".
   Jim wondered whether Jenny had ever had a cock in her pretty little
mouth before, because he knew very well that if he managed to get her to
suck his penis it would do a lot more than just dribble salty stuff.  He
imagined there would be some sort of explosion of the stuff.
   "Well, Jenny, would you like me to put my penis in your mouth then? 
Open your mouth for me and we'll see what happens."
   Jenny sat down amongst the leaves and put out her tongue coquettishly,
making little licking movements as if to welcome his hot stiff cock into
her warm wet mouth.  Hannah teased Jim still further by holding his cock in
her hand and steering it away from Jenny's mouth.  She could feel the end
of it starting to ooze cum onto her hand.  As she held Jim's cock away from
the welcoming mouth, she put her own mouth gently against Jenny's and
licked her little tongue wetly.  Hannah and Jenny kissed each other
passionately, exchanging each other's dribble whilst all Jim could do was
watch, his erect penis still leaking cum into Hannah's hand.
   They were both wearing their panties still, and he could see Hannah's
cotton panties starting to get wet with her womanly juices.  A wet stain
was starting to appear and he could just make out the sweet ginger hairs on
her wet pussy.  It was an erotic sight, and he could feel himself almost
involuntarily moving his prick slowly inside Hannah's hand.  The pre-cum
had made her hand slimy and she realised very quickly what he was doing,
though she didn't know that her panties had been the immediate cause.  She
thought it had been the sight of her kissing her friend. "Do you want me to
wank you off then?  I can if you want.  Would you like to spunk off over my
tits?"
   "Oh Hannah that would be so nice," he groaned, "but I'd really like to
cum all over your panties."
   Jenny seemed a bit put out at all the attention Hannah was getting and
decided she wanted her share of the action.
   "No, make him come all over my panties if he doesn't want to come on our
tits."
   Jim wasn't going to object.  The mere thought of ejaculating over either
of these girls' panties was making him hornier and hornier, and he didn't
think he was going to be able to hold himself back for very much longer
whatever happened.
   Jenny lay back against a tree stump and crossed her legs, her knees wide
apart exposing herself fully to Jim's staring eyes.  Her blue gingham
panties were stretched tightly over her cunt, but she pulled them slightly
to one side so that Jim could get a good view of her smooth shaven twat. 
It was a beautiful sight to Jim, and, seeing the effect she was having on
him, Jenny redoubled her efforts by slowly inserting her middle finger into
her vagina, smiling naughtily as she did it.  When she pulled her finger
out, it glistened with her sweet secretions, which she wiped on her
panties.
   Hannah was now wanking Jim quite firmly in her sticky hand, and pointing
his erect cock towards Jenny's lap.  Faster and faster she went, until
there was a sudden shout of ecstasy from Jim and he shot out a great spurt
of sticky creamy white semen towards the lewdly posing young Jenny. 
SPLAT!!!  The first jet of cum shot across the thicket and landed with a
splash on her gingham panties.  Almost immediately, a second jet spurted
onto her hairless cunt.  Jenny opened herself and allowed it to dribble
into her pussy.  A second or so later, another blast of semen jetted across
the air and splashed down actually inside Jenny's now wide open vagina,
filling her pussy with sticky fluid.  One final jet was all that Jim could
manage, but that spurted in one huge splash all over Jenny's little blue
knickers, covering them, and her pussy, with his thick gloopy cream.
   He relaxed, and the last drops of cum dribbled out onto Hannah's hand.
She wiped her hand purposefully on the front of her white cotton panties,
smelling it first and smiling.  Jenny lay there, very still, also smiling,
her panties and her sweet little cunt completely covered in Jim's sperm, a
strangely arousing sight.
   Hannah thought so, too, and moved towards Jenny.
   "Do you want me to lick your sperm off of her, Jim?"

   Chapter 11

   Jim was on the underground, headed towards Upton Park to see his friend
Bill.  It was much later than he had planned, after his little escapade
with the two girls on the bus.  He had phoned Bill from Victoria Station
and warned him, but he hadn't told him just why he'd been held up.  That
could come later.
   Eventually, the District Line train reached Jim's destination, and he
walked quickly from the station, up Green Street and into Shaftesbury Road.
Bill lived half way along Shaftesbury Road in a small but comfortable
terraced house.  He rang the bell, and Bill let him in.
   They talked for a while about this and that, but the conversation very
soon turned to their favourite topic - sex.  In reality, they were just a
couple of dirty old men with nothing better to do than fantasise about the
good old days when they were much younger, and what they'd like to do to
the pretty young girls they looked at in dirty magazines they collected. 
Bill had a huge collection of porn, like Jim, and they shared quite a lot
of it to save money.
   Bill had a new video which he'd recently bought from Soho, and he
suggested they watched it together with a beer.  Jim agreed very readily,
and they pulled the curtains to make sure no one saw what they were
watching.  The box looked promising - two schoolgirls in uniform, with a
teacher masturbating into their mouths.  Bill ran the tape.
   There was a classroom, nobody in it except the teacher, a man in his
fifties.  He sat at his desk preparing for the lesson, but he looked as if
he was finding it difficult to concentrate.  He walked to the back of the
classroom and opened one of the desks.  Then another, then three more, then
finally he seemed to find what he was looking for, in a desk right at the
back corner of the classroom.  He had to search right at the back of the
desk, but in it was a pair of panties, small white cotton panties, that one
of his pupils must have hidden away from prying eyes - or at least thought
she had.  He held them to his old face and sniffed them deeply, a scented
girly smell, with just a hint of young cunt.
   As he sniffed the dirty knickers, he began to rub himself.  He was
fascinated by the soiled item of clothing in his hand, however, and stopped
rubbing himself so that he could look a little closer at the panties he had
liberated from their hiding place.  He couldn't resist getting out his old
cock first, though, and touching it against the white fabric.  He grew
stiffer just thinking that his cock was now touching the very same cotton
that only a few hours earlier had enveloped the sweet little cunt of one of
his pupils.  He grew even stiffer as he thought to himself which girl's
desk he had taken the panties from.  It was Jodie's desk, young Jodie, with
her pretty brown eyes, her short black hair and her ready smile.  He had
always wanted to have her, but knew he never would.  Perhaps one day, when
she had left school for college.......  But this was pure fantasy, and he
knew deep down it could never happen.
   He imagined her, in the changing room before a netball session, ready to
change into her blue games knickers.  It would have been yesterday
afternoon, and her little white panties would have been sweaty after a
morning at school.  It had been far too hot because the heating was on too
high, as usual, and he had noticed that some of the girls were sweating a
little.  Jodie had actually complained that the heating was on too high,
and he remembered noticing the slight beads of perspiration on her face
when she said it.  Her panties must have got sweaty as well, which perhaps
accounted for the little creamy streaks inside the otherwise clean panties.
He smelled the panties again, loving the scent of Jodie's young pussy.
   He had no choice.  Despite the fact that the start of lessons was only
minutes away, he spread the panties across his chair and lubricated his old
cock with a handy jar of hair oil that he kept in his desk.  He thought
deeply of Jodie as he slid his hands up and down the erect shaft of his
penis, and imagined she was sucking him while he licked her sweet little
cunt.  He could smell her panties, even from their place on his chair, so
strong was their scent, and he wished so much he could smell her vagina,
and suck its juices.
   It didn't take very long.  Suddenly, there was a gasp from the old
teacher, and his spunk shot out all over the young girl's panties.  He
ejaculated three or four times over them, and then leaned against a wall,
tired out with the exertion.
   He heard a noise in the corridor.  Oh God, the kids were arriving, and
here he was, masturbating into one of the girls' knickers.  He pulled up
his trousers quickly, but what to do with Jodie's panties?  She would
notice if they weren't there.  He put them back in the desk, quickly,
thinking that as he was the only one in the classroom, he would be the
obvious culprit if the panties were missing.  He didn't think that stealing
girls' panties would go down very well with the headteacher.
   He sat back in his desk and waited for the pupils to arrive, which they
did within seconds.  Oh god, he thought, big mistake.  He wanted to get the
panties back, but it was too late.  In his hurry to conceal his dirty,
guilt-ridden activities, he had stupidly overlooked one crucial point. 
Yes, Jodie would find her panties in her desk, but they would be sticky
with his semen.  He went crimson with embarrassment at what Jodie would
find in her desk.  Perhaps she would be ill today, but no, here she was
now, laughing and giggling with her friends as she came through the
classroom door.
   Jodie sat down at her desk in the back corner of the classroom, the last
one in the class to do so, and the teacher knew he had to stop her from
looking inside her desk until her panties had dried out.  The classroom was
still very hot, so it shouldn't take too long.  The lesson was history, but
all the teacher could think about was Jodie, the panties he had just cum
all over, and her sweet little body as she sat there at the back of the
class.  All sweet and innocent, how could she possibly imagine the wicked
thoughts her teacher was having about her as she concentrated on her
history lesson.
   He was about to start the lesson quickly, but it was too late.  Jodie
had opened her desk and was very plainly looking for her panties.  The
teacher watched, appalled, as the girl searched the back of her desk, and
even more appalled as she found the panties.  He watched in horror at
Jodie's puzzlement as she felt her sticky panties at the back of the desk.
She seemed to be rubbing them with her fingers, then, awful moment, she
smelt her fingers and gave a puzzled little frown.  The rest of the pupils
were still mucking around in the classroom, and they didn't notice Jodie
back in the corner secretly folding the panties into her hand and sniffing
at them.  The girl looked even more puzzled.  Why were her panties all
sticky, and what was this odd smell?  Did she know what it was?
   Jodie, still looking puzzled, slipped the dirty panties into her pocket
and closed her desk.  The teacher decided he'd better start the lesson, and
called everyone to order.  As the lesson started, he watched Jodie out of
the corner of his eye, and thought she was giving him a suspicious look. 
She was indeed, having figured out that if her panties were still wet and
sticky, there weren't too many people who could have done it!  And she knew
right well what it was on her fingers and on her white cotton knickers -
she knew it was someone's spunk, and she thought she also knew whose spunk
it was.
   She had to test out her theory, and she reckoned that if her teacher had
been wanking into her panties he'd more than likely be very interested if
she let him see up her skirt.  If he wasn't into that kind of thing, he
wouldn't even notice her, because she was at the back of the class after
all.  It was worth a try, she thought.  So, almost imperceptibly, she
slipped her skirt up her long thin legs, and opened her legs so that her
panties could be seen from the front of the classroom.  She had her little
pink and white gingham panties on today, and as the teacher tried to teach
his history lesson, all he could see was Jodie's gingham knickers peeping
out from up her skirt.  He could see her black pubic hairs peeping out of
the edge of her panties, and the sweet bulge of her labia underneath them.
   The camera zoomed into a lascivious close-up shot of the young girl's
pink and white gingham panties, leaving Bill and Jim a bit short of breath
as they watched, their cocks stiff with desire and oozing pre-cum into
their underpants.  The close-up continued as Jodie slipped her left hand
into her panties and pulled them aside, knowing by now that he had the
teacher's full attention.  As he watched (with Bill and Jim!) she slid her
middle finger inside her sweet vagina and then licked it clean.  The finger
returned, still in close-up, but this time to rub her clit a few times
until it went hard and glistened.  The camera returned to the teacher's
face, then the girl's then to her glistening clit again.  She now knew for
sure, and he knew she knew.
   Later that day, the class gathered before the teacher for the last time
before they all went home.  The bell rang, and the class left, all but
three girls, including Jodie, who remained.

   Chapter 12

   "Sir, can you give us a bit of help with our history homework before you
go?"
   This was nothing particularly unusual, but the teacher went bright red
when he realised that Jodie was amongst the three girls.  What was this all
about?  Was it homework, or was there something else?
   "Sure thing, girls.  What's the problem with it?"
   They explained that they didn't really understand the project he'd set
them.  Could they just watch the video again that he'd shown the class the
other day.  It was only a few minutes long, and they soooo wanted to do a
good job of their project.  He thought this seemed innocent enough, but he
wasn't entirely comfortable when the girls pulled the curtains 'so they
could see the television better'.  He was even more worried when Jodie
locked the door.
   Jodie told him straight away, no messing about, that she knew what he
had been doing with her panties.
   "Sir, I know exactly what you were doing earlier today before we came
into the classroom.  I left my panties in my desk last night, and although
they were a bit sweaty and a bit smelly, they were certainly not covered in
sticky cum.  You've been masturbating all over my panties, haven't you,
Sir?"
   The teacher said nothing, but just went bright red with embarrassment.
   "Well me and my mates are going to teach you such a lesson."
   For a minute, the teacher thought they were going to beat him up, though
they did seem such sweet innocent girls.  Then he realised, not exactly to
his horror, that the revenge they planned was of a rather different kind.
   "Lie down on the desk and close your eyes."
   He did as he was told, and as he lay there he could hear the girls
whispering to each other.  A pretty blonde haired girl called Melanie
clambered over the desk.  All of a sudden he knew he could smell cunt. 
This was hardly surprising, because Melanie was sitting over him, on her
haunches, with her little yellow panties just centimetres from his face.
   "Open your eyes, you old pervert," said Melanie, looking down at him in
disgust.  "We're going to teach you a lesson you won't forget."
   Jodie and Sally, the other girl, climbed onto the desk to join Melanie.
Sally was dark haired, like Jodie, but her hair was a little longer.  All
three were still fully dressed in their school uniforms, the only real
difference between them being their panties.  Jodie's little pink and white
gingham panties barely covered the hairs on her cunt, but Sally obviously
shaved herself and was wearing tiny white nylon panties, through which her
smooth twat was very obvious.
   Jodie and Sally stood over their teacher so he could see up their
dresses.  He stared upwards in shock - why were they doing this, and why oh
why did they think it was punishing him?  He just couldn't work it out.
   The truth was that the girls had lost sight of their original plan,
which had been to tease him by just showing him their panties and then
running away leaving him all horny but not able to do anything about it. 
Unfortunately (but very fortunately for the teacher) however, they started
to enjoy what they were doing somehow.  The three girls had never seen each
other undressed before, and Jodie and Sally found the sight of Melanie's
little yellow panties quite exciting.  Melanie herself could see the other
two looking at her panties as she squatted in front of her teacher, and she
wished that, like her teacher, she too could see up the other girls'
dresses.
   The teacher, meanwhile, didn't know quite where to look.  Right in front
of his eyes was the lovely Melanie, with her pretty yellow panties just a
sniff away from his old nose.  He could smell her girly cunt, and longed to
lick it clean for her.  A glance upwards, however, and there were Jodie and
Sally, both standing over him, with their legs open, laughing at his
indecision.
   He wanted to look up their school dresses, to see their pretty panties,
but Melanie's yellow panties were so very close to him, so close he could
smell them.  He put out his old tongue, tentatively, expecting Melanie to
pull back.  But she didn't.  She edged forward, in fact, pushing her
panties against his tongue.  Her panties were wet with girly juices by now,
and the teacher could see Melanie's cunt through them.  The light yellow
cotton fabric had darkened slightly where she had dribbled, and that was of
course precisely where the old teacher directed his tongue.  He wanted to
taste her little cunt, and that seemed the best way of doing it.  Her
vaginal fluids were leaking through the damp cotton, and he spread his
tongue fully out to lap up the delightful bodily juices.
   God, she was wet!  He was so lucky, he thought, as he allowed the sweet
secretions to dribble down his tongue and into his mouth.  The camera
lingered on his tongue in close up, and Bill and Jim watched with deep
jealousy as the semen-like goo ran down his tongue and into his dry old
mouth.  He smiled, and swallowed, his cock stiff as he tasted this girly
goo, it was so sweet.  He licked her knickers again, and Melanie was
obviously enjoying this special attention so much she was pouring more and
more fluids out of her cunt.  She wanted to pee, but didn't think that
wetting her panties was a very good idea.
   Jim and Bill would have loved it though, and each was secretly willing
the girl to wet herself.  They wanted very much to see Melanie pissing
through her little yellow knickers until it stained them a darker shade of
yellow, but they would have to wait for anything like that in this video.
They both knew it would be there somewhere though.
   Melanie was still very much enjoying having her panties licked by her
teacher, and became wetter and wetter inside.  Her panties were now soaking
wet with a mixture of her cunt juices and the old man's dribble, and she
felt somehow they were holding him back from licking her where she really
wanted to be licked.
   "Lick my clit", she whispered to him, "Lick me inside my panties, put
your tongue inside my cunt and then lick my clitty".
   "I can't", said the teacher, almost crying with happiness at the
position he found himself in.  "Your panties are in the way."
   "Not for much longer", said Melanie, and pulled her soaking wet panties
aside so that the teacher could lick her cunt.
   Now he was really crying with joy as Melanie moved her pussy even closer
to his face.  He stared at the wide-open cunt right in front of him. 
Melanie was very much aroused, especially as Jodie and Sally were watching
her performance, and her cunt was starting to quiver in the way it always
did when she was about to orgasm.
   "Sit on me, Sally, so I can lick your cunt when I cum.  I want to be
licking a nice wet cunt when I cum, cos it makes me cum all big and nice."
   Sally was only too pleased to help.  She and Jodie were enjoying
watching their teacher licking their friend's panties, but a bit of joining
in would be even better.  Sally squatted down over Melanie, allowing her
school dress to hang down, covering Melanie's face.  Now it was Melanie's
turn to smell the warm damp smell of a young girl.  It was all warm and
nice inside Sally's dress, and Melanie felt safe.  She felt Sally's panties
touch her face, the smooth white nylon brushing gently against her.  Sally
held her weight off Melanie, but pressed herself down just hard enough to
push the crotch of her panties against Melanie's face.
   Melanie could smell how horny Sally had become, just from the thin white
cotton gusset of her nylon panties.  Sally had been getting incredibly
aroused watching Melanie exposing her panties and her cunt to her teacher,
and the more aroused she got the more her own cunt had dribbled its sweet
juices into her panties.  The strip of cotton material between her legs had
in fact become quite wet, and Melanie felt the damp fabric touch against
her lips and her nose.  She licked her schoolfriend's panties, urging her
at the same time to sit fully on her face.
   Sally did as she was told, and sat across Melanie's face, her legs wide
apart, her hands spread on the floor.  She didn't want to crush her
schoolfriend, so she made sure that her hands and feet took most of the
weight, leaving her gently sitting on Melanie's sweet face.  Not that there
was much weight to worry about.  She hardly weighed anything at all, being
only a fraction over five feet tall and verging on the anorexic.  She ate
very little, her goal in life being to be a model, and she was as a
consequence quite painfully thin.
   As Sally's white see-through panties descended softly onto her face,
Melanie sighed with utter contentment.  Sally's cunt was spread wide open,
along with her legs, and Melanie tasted the sweet, wet crotch strip.  Her
tongue started by licking against the damp fabric, but in seconds she was
allowing her tongue to flick in and out of the girl's gaping pussy.  Her
mouth became wet with Sally's love juices, and Sally, wanting more and
more, lifted one hand from the floor, using it to pull off her nylon
panties, dropping them neatly on her teacher's face.
   The teacher was already in heaven watching Melanie's cunt, just inches
from his face, Melanie still pulling her yellow panties aside to give him a
good view and to let him lick her little cunt.  Now he had some soaking wet
panties from Sally to add even more to his pleasure, and he sniffed them
hard, smelling with joy Sally's vaginal secretions.  He wanted still closer
contact with these delicious knickers, and sucked avidly at the cotton
strip which had only seconds ago been covering Sally's sex tunnel.  Going
still further, he put the stained knickers right inside his mouth, working
up a mouthful of saliva to mix in with Sally's sexy love juice.  He could
taste the divine mix as it trickled into his throat, and he was so very
very happy.
   As Sally removed her panties, Melanie knew she wanted more, and was
determined to give it to her.  Sally's smooth, hairless cunt now rested
gently over her face, and was almost smothering her.  As she breathed in,
she breathed the cunt scent of this dark-haired beauty, and it was so good.
She didn't mind that she could hardly breathe, because the experience was
so very deeply sexual.  She lapped at Sally's smooth labia, flicking her
soft tongue gently inside their sweet folds.  Sally pushed herself down
hard on Melanie, trying to let her hard little tongue as far as she could
get it inside her vagina.
   She knew she would cum soon, and Melanie could taste her juices change -
a sort of sweeter taste that she knew meant her friend would soon orgasm.
She longed for that moment, and it came within seconds.  At yet another
thrust of her pink tongue into Sally's vagina, she felt the juices suddenly
flow, and Sally came over her tongue and in her pretty mouth.  If the two
men had had any doubts at all about female ejaculation, this got rid of
them altogether.  Sally's cunt suddenly spurted a milky white liquid over
Melanie's tongue, and it dribbled down her tongue and into her mouth. 
Melanie drank down the creamy fluid, savouring its taste as she swallowed
it.
   The teacher still watched, transfixed by the behaviour of his girl
pupils.  He watched as Melanie licked and sucked at Sally's cunt,
swallowing down her girlie cum and moaning as she did so.  At the same time
he was fixed by the sight of Melanie's little cunt and her wet yellow
panties.  Her cunt was dribbling almost as much as Sally's now, and he
stretched forward to lick the juices from her vagina.  He sucked and
licked, as Melanie writhed in ecstasy, and his cock grew harder and harder.
   He needed some relief from the aching in his penis, and was about to
wank himself off when Jodie, who had just been watching everything with a
little smile on her sweet face, made as if to sit herself down on his old
face.  Her brown eyes smiled sweetly at him, as she flicked back her short
black hair with her hand.  She squatted over him, brushing her pink and
white gingham panties against his face, and leaned forward to take his
erect penis into her soft warm mouth.  As she sucked his prick, she opened
her legs and allowed her warm little crotch to rest over her teacher's
happy face.  Her gingham panties were all wet with her sweet secretions,
and he could sense from the musky smell that she had peed in her panties
not long ago.  He pushed his face into her damp and smelly knickers, loving
her scent and loving having her suck his old cock at the same time.
   He was about to climax in her sweet young mouth, spurting his hot sticky
semen into her throat, when suddenly she moved away from him, laughing.  He
was distraught - almost about to climax, and Jodie was just standing there
beside him, laughing.  But he needn't have worried - she was only preparing
him for the treat of his life.  She wanted to have full sex with her
teacher, not just spunk in her mouth, and now was the time.  As he lay
there on the floor, his cock still erect, she leaned gently over him and
allowed her pert young breasts to fall over his face.  Then she let him
suck her nipples until they were hard and stiff, until finally she lowered
her body carefully onto his erect penis.
   As he lay there, he could see his cock sliding slowly into Jodie's hole,
and as it did so he felt as if he was about to explode.  He watched in
pre-orgasmic excitement as Jodie held her pink and white gingham knickers
to one side to allow his cock entry into her dark-haired cunt.  She smiled
sweetly as his huge cock entered deeply into her slit, and continued to
smile at him as she slowly moved herself up and down on him.  Up and down,
up and down, so slowly yet so exquisitely.  He felt the tension rising
inside his old cock, the excitement inside his balls.  Suddenly, the magic
few seconds started.  On the girl's fourth downward movement he felt
himself losing control of his body, and the sperm pent up inside him
started to gush out of his cock into Jodie's vagina.  The next upward
movement released another jet of milky semen into the girl's love tube, and
he watched his spunk starting to dribble out of her and down his still
erect penis.
   One final movement released his last huge jet of cum into Jodie's sweet
cunnie, and as both he and the girl relaxed, he was able to watch it
dripping out of her and all over her panties, making them even wetter than
before.  At a sign from Melanie, Jodie slipped herself free from her
teacher and lowered her dripping pussy over Melanie's face, allowing his
semen to trickle out and into Melanie's open mouth.  Wiping herself clean
with her panties, her final act was to rub her piss and semen stained
panties over Melanie's upturned face as her teacher watched her.
   The video faded.  Jim and Bill looked at each other.  They both wanted
badly to masturbate, their underpants wet with semen that had leaked out
from their cocks whilst watching the video.  But there were better
opportunities than masturbation.  Jim had an idea.

   Chapter 13

   King's Cross.  That was it.  It was starting to get dark already, as
they walked to Upton Park underground station.  As they walked, they
discussed tactics for when they got to King's Cross, what sort of girls
would be on that evening and how much they could get away with.  They
neither of them liked spending any more than they had to, and one thing
about the girls at King's Cross was that they were very cheap.
   They caught the District Line train and changed at Whitechapel onto the
Metropolitan Line.  As they headed west, Jim and Bill followed their usual
practice of watching the young couples going out for their Saturday night
together, and looking to see if the girls might inadvertently let their
skirts ride up too high and show their panties.  No such luck tonight,
though.
   They left the train at King's Cross and walked up the stairs to the main
concourse.  This was a journey they both knew very well, and they walked
through the big glass doors and into the street outside.  The traffic was
not so busy on a Saturday, but it was busy enough.  There were lots of
people about on Euston Road, but they were more interested in the area to
the back of the station.  They walked quickly down the side of the station
buildings and were soon into the dark, almost sinister area where they knew
that they would find what they were looking for.
   As they walked through this shabby area, they saw various girls lurking
in the shadows.  Most were clearly past their best, but some were still
quite pretty.  Some were old, some young, but the men knew that here was
where the best bargains were to be had.  They were not alone.  A procession
of sad looking men wandered the streets, some in their twenties and
thirties, but most of them a lot older, like Jim and Bill.
   "Do you want some business?  I'll suck you both off for £15."
   A woman of around 45 had approached them.  She was good looking still,
but very overweight.  They weren't interested in this, and politely turned
her down.  Several times as they walked along they were approached by more
girls offering them sex at varying prices.  Some were quite nice looking,
but some were really horrible.  They varied in age from about 50 down to
about 16.  They rejected them all, knowing that if they waited long enough
they would find a really pretty girl to give them what they needed.  The
best girls wouldn't actually be on the street of course, but more likely in
a car somewhere with one of these sad men prowling the streets.
   A car drove past, stopped 100 metres ahead of them, and a young girl got
out.  She shouted at the driver and told him to fuck off back to Scotland.
Jim and Bill carried on walking towards the girl, looking her up and down
as a potential victim of their dirty lust.  She was small and slim, with
long dark hair, but they couldn't see any more than that because she had
her back to them, talking to another girl.
   They approached her, and she turned round.
   "Jesus Christ........Hayley........."
   "Granpa......oh my god......oh no......."
   Bill looked as white as a sheet.  Jim was almost as shocked.  Hayley
just stood there in the dark, wondering if she should run.  She was wearing
an undersized Girl Guides uniform, and decided that might make matters even
worse than they were already.
   "What in heavens name are you doing here, Hayley, here of all places? 
Are you just off to Guides?"
   Bill didn't really understand what was going on here.  Why was his young
granddaughter getting out of a car in this place of all places, why was she
so heavily made up, and why did she look such a little tart in her uniform?
Surely they didn't let them go to Guides looking like that, did they?
   Hayley looked at him as if he'd gone mad.  Did he really think that she
was on her way to Guides?  Here, in King's Cross?  She breathed a sigh of
relief.  It was alright.
   But it wasn't alright at all.  Bill's mind was recovering from the shock
it had had.  Why was his granddaughter here in King's Cross, in this seedy
area walked only by whores and pimps?  Why had she just got out of a car,
and why had she shouted to the driver like that?  The awful truth suddenly
dawned on him.
   Jim had twigged immediately what was going on.  All he had really
interested in at first was that there was a pretty young girl dressed up in
a Girl Guides uniform apparently ready and willing to be fucked.  Then,
when his old friend had recognised the girl as his granddaughter, his
immediate reaction had been one of shock.  It didn't take very long for him
to get over the shock though, and he soon realised, with a feeling of some
guilt, that the situation had its attractions.  The girl did look very
pretty, after all, fresh faced and freckled, with her hair in bunches, all
sweet and innocent looking.  The very thought that she was his friend's
granddaughter made his cock stiffen with anticipation, but he knew that in
the circumstances nothing was going to happen, and that saddened him a lot-
what a waste of this gorgeous young talent.
   Or was it?  Instead of running off, which is what he had expected her to
do, she was still here with them.  She didn't know what to say, though. 
Bill said it for her.
   "Hayley, I'm not as daft an old fool as you think I am.  I know just
what goes on in these streets, and I know you finished with Guides a while
back.  Have you any idea what sort of business this is, and what could
happen to you round here?"
   He stopped, shocked.  He could feel his penis starting to throb inside
his trousers with excitement.  He was disgusted with himself, yet strangely
aroused.  How could he have these dirty thoughts over his own
granddaughter?
   Jim, meanwhile, had no such doubts.  His cock was as stiff as a ramrod,
and left to his own devices he would have had no hesitation in taking the
girl off to a convenient hotel room and sticking it up her sweet little
cunt as quickly as he could.  Well, perhaps not quite as quickly as all
that, because he would want to make the whole lovely experience last as
long as he could make it.  He would probably get her to strip off her
guides uniform for him, bit by bit, as he watched with his cock in his
hand. Then he would lick her little cunt, just to get her really excited,
then..............
   Hayley seemed to sense what he was thinking, but had yet to reply to
Bill's rather difficult question.  She decided that feminine charm was the
best approach, and had no doubt at all that it would work a treat with Jim.
Could she get herself out of trouble with her grandfather though?
   She bent down to tie up a lace in her shiny black Guide shoes, knowing
that as she did so her little black skirt would be bound to ride up and
show off her lovely legs.  It did exactly that, and Jim stared lasciviously
at the young girl's legs as her skirt slipped gradually upwards.  Hayley
continued to face the two men, looking up and smiling prettily at them as
she redid her laces.  Slyly, as she did so, she carefully let her legs part
slightly, so that the two men could just see up her skirt.  She was wearing
blue school knickers to go with her Girl Guide outfit, but that was still
her little secret.
   As Hayley finished tying up her laces, she was very well aware of the
attention she was getting from Jim, and she sensed that she was also
starting to interest her Granpa.  This was getting really exciting for her
now, and the thought of making her Granpa sexually aroused was really
turning her on in a funny sort of way.  At least it would get her out of
the trouble she knew she was in, because if she could just get him to make
a fool of himself in some small way she knew that he would never dare say
anything to her parents about where he'd seen her that night.
   It was in for the kill now.  The ultimate test.  As she `accidentally'
leaned back just a little bit too much, she slipped back onto her bottom
and put out both hands behind her to break her fall.  Well it wasn't really
a fall at all, not for a young person, but it looked realistic to the two
men.  As she sprawled backwards on the pavement, she deliberately opened
her legs nice and wide, giving the two `gentlemen' a truly ecstatic view of
her panties.
   She had them where she wanted them, especially her Granpa.  Exactly
where she wanted them.  She lay there for a few seconds, not moving at all,
just watching their eyes.  She knew exactly what Jim would be looking at -
she'd known that right from their first meeting.  She hadn't been sure of
her Granpa, though.  How would he react seeing his young granddaughter
lying back on the pavement with her legs wide open?
   She couldn't know it, but Bill was in mental turmoil.  His dearest young
granddaughter was prostituting herself in one of the worst vice areas in
London, and he knew it was his duty to get her out of there as quickly as
possible.  On the other hand, there she was, small and defenceless in her
Girl Guide uniform, her hair in bunches, her pretty freckled face smiling
at him.  There she was, lying on the pavement with her legs open, the smile
starting to look more and more like a wicked little schoolgirl grin.  She
looked like a young tart, and although it was his little Hayley, he
couldn't stop himself from staring up her skirt, staring at her open legs,
and staring at her tightly stretched blue cotton panties.
   She saw him looking at her panties, and she knew immediately that she
was out of trouble.  She could do exactly as she liked now - he was hers to
twist whichever way she wanted.  She knew all too well from her experiences
in King's Cross that men of his age were putty in her fingers, that she
could do as she liked with them.  But her own Granpa?  Now that really was
interesting.
   Hayley decided that this was going to be a very lucrative evening.  She
had already earned herself quite a lot of money, but this time she could
get paid twice as much.  She'd never been prepared to go with two men at
the same time, though she'd certainly had plenty of offers, because of the
danger to herself.  This was different, though.  These two certainly
wouldn't hurt her.  Whether she could persuade them to go with her was
another matter altogether though.
   She had known from the start that she wouldn't have much difficulty with
Jim, and from the glazed look on Bill's face as he carried on looking up
her skirt, there wouldn't be any problem there either.  She thought she'd
set the trap anyway though, just to be sure, and as she sat back against
the wall with her legs wide open, she lightly fingered her panties to watch
the men's faces.
   Both men were hooked, neither knowing what to say or do.  Hayley slipped
the middle finger of her right hand underneath her blue knickers and into
her vagina, bringing it out a second or so later shining and glistening. 
She offered the wet finger to Jim, who looked at his friend.  Bill was
lost. As the pangs of guilt hit him for wanting his granddaughter sexually,
he knew, despite this, that given the chance he would love to fuck her.  He
knew it was a bad, vile thing, but he also knew that he would enjoy it so
much.
   He nodded to Jim.
   "Go ahead - enjoy it mate"
   Jim needed no further encouragement.  It was as well that all this was
going on in a poorly lit area, where the nearest people were some way off
and couldn't see what was happening.  He took the finger that Hayley was
offering him and licked it clean.  The taste of young girl cunt was
exciting, but not entirely unknown to him.  He thought he could also taste
the saltiness of cum, and he was right.  Hayley was a very popular young
girl.
   She hadn't finished yet, either, and as she lay there she pulled her
panties to one side so that the two men could see that she meant action. 
Oh what sweetness they saw under those panties, more sweetness than they
had dreamed possible that dark miserable night.  As she slowly slipped her
panties aside, she exposed to their view such a sweet little cunt that they
were entranced.  It was small, with delicate, neat labia just parted far
enough to see a tiny oval hole glistening with girly juices.  A tiny little
clitoris crowned this awesome sight, which was made even more awesome by
the fact that there was not a wisp of pubic hair to be seen.  Hayley knew
that men liked this and went to great pains to ensure that she was `nice
and clean down there', as she always put it.
   So here was this pretty young girl, Girl Guides uniform, skirt pulled up
round her waist and her legs open, with two old men staring at her cunt. 
She was enjoying the attention she was getting, and asked Jim if he wanted
to quickly touch her, `down there', before anyone came.  Would he?  Jim put
out his hand gingerly and let the backs of his fingers brush gently against
the smoothness of Hayley's cunt.  It was so very soft and smooth, and he
turned his hand to caress the soft flesh, allowing one finger to stray very
gently into the entrance to her sweet vagina.
   Hayley felt this was enough - for now - and, hearing footsteps drawing
closer, pulled herself quickly to her feet.  The whole incident had only
lasted a minute or so, but to the two men it had seemed a beautiful
eternity.
   Reality was approaching fast.
   "Do you both want to play with me for half an hour?  It won't cost you
very much.  Only £20 each."
   Jim had absolutely no hesitation, and it only took Bill a few seconds
longer to make up his mind.  He wanted so much to lick that sweet little
hairless cunt, but he still felt so guilty about it.  Jim felt nothing but
deep lust.  All he wanted to do was get this girl somewhere quiet and get
his cock up that tight little twat as soon as he could.
   They looked at each other quickly.
   "You're on", said Jim, and they followed the girl as she led them off
down a side street.

   Chapter 14

   Hayley led the two men quickly but surely to an old terraced house just
off Caledonian Road.  It didn't take very long, but she pulled a thin coat
out of her bag first to cover up her Guides uniform - it somehow wouldn't
have looked quite right for a Girl Guide to be leading two elderly men
round the back streets of King's Cross on a Saturday night!
   She took the key out of her bag and led the two men inside.  The hallway
was dirty, and there was an overpowering smell of damp and decay.  Before
she would take them any further, she got the £20 each off of them (she
wasn't chancing that) and then took them up the first flight of stairs and
along a corridor.  On the right was a door marked just with the number
seven, and Hayley opened this door with another key.  As the two men had
followed her up the stairs they were becoming increasingly excited at what
lay ahead for them, particularly as she had taken her coat off as soon as
they got inside the main door.  Her black skirt was short enough for them
both to see up it as they went upstairs, and as she got to the top step she
bobbed forward far enough to give them a glimpse of her knickers again -
just to make sure they stayed on the boil.  She didn't have long before her
next job, and the last thing she wanted was two old men who couldn't get it
up.
   She felt pretty safe with her Granpa there.  She knew he would look
after her, and she was pretty sure he wouldn't touch her either.  Bill
didn't know what he was doing there, and he hoped he wouldn't touch her
either, but he was having his doubts.
   Hayley needn't have worried about them not being able to get it up.  By
the time the door marked seven opened they were both hard and dribbling
into their pants.  Bill was still having enormous guilt problems, though,
and he had every intention of keeping off his young granddaughter.  That
didn't mean he couldn't watch, though, and that was all he was going to do.
   She closed the door gently, and sat on the bed.  There were two chairs
in the bleak, dingy room, and Bill and Jim pulled them up close to the bed.
The bed cover was dirty and stained, but Hayley didn't seem to mind.  She
leaned back against the pillows and asked the two men what they wanted her
to do.  Bill kept quiet, but Jim asked Hayley to play with herself.  She
was very happy to do this.  It was nice and easy, and pretty well all the
men she went with wanted her to do it.  So she opened her legs, pulled up
her guide uniform, and let them feast their eyes on her blue knickers.  She
looked so sweet in her little white socks, her shiny black shoes and her
uniform, especially with her freckles and her hair in bunches, but those
blue panties were something else.  They weren't the usual thin cotton ones
that most girls wore, but special Guides panties, navy blue and of thicker
cotton.  You couldn't see through them, which was a pity, but they were
very girly.
   Hayley's knickers had become rather damp with all her exertions over the
last few hours, and there were darker areas on them where they had become
moist.  The little dark patches interested the men particularly, for some
reason, and they both had the same urge to take off her panties and savour
their aroma.
   "Do you want to smell my panties while I play with myself?  I know you
men like doing that!"
   It obviously wasn't the first time she'd done that!  In fact it was a
bit of a part piece of hers, playing with herself whilst some old bloke
sniffed at her panties.  She got asked once to let an elderly `gentlemen'
hold her panties for a minute, and had soon realised this was something all
the guys went for.
   Jim said he'd like that very much, and Hayley let him take them off.  He
did it very politely, pulling them down without even touching her sweet
little pussy.  Bill looked on enviously as Jim lifted the blue cotton
panties to his face and smelt the luscious girly smell that lurked in the
gusset.  He could feel the warm dampness against his lips and knew that
mixed in with this girly scent was a more male sort of smell - the smell of
semen.  He didn't mind at all, thinking how lucky someone had been, and not
so long ago either, to spunk in that tight little hole.  And soon, he
hoped, it would be his turn too.
   Hayley licked her fingers and started to play with herself, using her
middle finger mainly to get her juices flowing even more copiously.  The
men watched her spellbound as she slipped her fingers in and out of her
tight little cunt, pausing from time to time to lick her fingers again. 
God she was wet.  The juices dribbled down from her wet vagina and onto the
already stained bedcover.  Some of it dribbled onto her Guide skirt, which
was spread beneath her silky smooth cunt.  She dipped her middle finger
into her cunt again and held it out to Jim for him to lick.  He put her
finger into his mouth and sucked off all her girly juices, almost
persuading himself as he did so that he was actually licking her sweet
little cunt.
   Hayley loved the effect she was having on these two men, especially, for
some odd reason, her Granpa.  Bill realised that he couldn't take much more
of this, and suddenly flipped.  As his friend stared in amazement, he
suddenly jumped onto the bed and lunged at his granddaughter.
   "I was waiting for you to do that", she laughed.  "Why don't you just
stick that old cock of yours up my cunt and give yourself a real treat? 
You know you've been dying to do it for a long time."
   Bill knew this was true, but the thought of that sweet little cunt, just
hidden for the moment under Hayley's guide uniform, drove him on.  He had
to kiss it, he had to lick it, and he had to taste for himself.  Hayley
leaned back against the bedpost and opened her legs so that he could see
right up her skirt, and grinned.  Bill wasn't grinning - he was deadly
serious now, and his cock was rock hard with lust for his young
granddaughter.
   Pushing his head up her Guide skirt, he could smell the sex exuding from
Hayley's young cunt.  He held her cunny lips apart and gazed at the juices
waiting there for him to lap up.  Her clitoris was small but hard, and it
stood out proudly at the top of those sweet hairless labia.  As he held the
young girl open, he could see not only her own juices but little dribbles
of sperm from the men she had allowed to fuck her earlier that day.  He was
at the same time repulsed and thrilled by the sight, and had a mental image
of hard old cocks thrusting deep inside that sweet young vagina.
   Hayley squeezed her vaginal muscles tight to make her pussy twitch for
Bill, and as he watched, from very close quarters, a mixture of spunk and
the pretty girl's juices dribbled out of her cunt, running down her and
into her bottom.  Bill licked and licked until he had lapped up all the
juices, first sticking his old tongue into her young vagina, then into her
sweet tasting little bottom hole.  He had never licked a girl's bum before,
and was slightly hesitant about doing so, but the fact that this was his
granddaughter somehow made it different.  He knew that Hayley would be so
very very clean, and indeed she was - she had washed herself meticulously
before going out, especially the area around and inside her bottom.  Bill
knew he needn't worry, and he was right.  Her little puckered hole tasted
slightly of scented soap, but there was also the salty taste of other mens'
semen.
   As he slid his old tongue in and out of Hayley's young anus, she
quivered with excitement.  Jim was watching, and he too was quivering with
excitement as he watched his friend licking up the semen from this young
girl's holes.  He was still sniffing at her panties, but what was going on
now was just too much for him.  He had to join in the fun.
   Hayley could see that he wanted to join in and offered to suck his cock.
She was enjoying her grandfather licking her bottom, and didn't want that
to stop, so she took Jim's cock in her mouth and started to suck it like a
lollipop.
   "Do you like little girls who suck their lollipops?"
   Both the men grunted roughly that they did.  Bill was enjoying licking
Hayley's bum every bit as much as she was enjoying being licked.  And as he
lapped away at her sweet young bottom he had his nose firmly pressed up
against her juicy little snatch, feeling its wetness growing as he poked
his tongue in and out of her bottom.
   "Well I like sucking your lollipop, too mister.  Has it got juice in it
like a real strawberry lolly?"
   "Suck it just a bit longer and you'll find out, little girl", said Jim,
just about able to control his glistening cock as it slid in and out of the
girl's mouth.
   Hayley started to quiver.  She couldn't believe it - here with two old
men, and she realised that she was not far from reaching an orgasm.  Bill
realised what was starting to happen because of the way Hayley's bumhole
was beginning to twitch rhythmically, and Jim too sensed what was happening
from the wild look that came into her eyes.
   Hayley knew she needed more than just her bum licking to finish her off
properly, though.
   "Fuck me up my bum Granpa, I need your cock inside me quick."
   Bill had gone so far with his pretty young granddaughter that buggering
her was going to make little difference.  He knew that there was a prison
sentence if he got caught, but he was beyond reason.  His licking turned to
dribbling, as he dribbled saliva into Hayley's bottomhole to lubricate it
ready for his cock.  He inserted his forefinger slowly, loosening her up
and rubbing in the spit.
   Jim wasn't far short of coming himself, but if his friend was going to
enter this girl properly, he was going to as well.
   Both men prepared themselves, and Hayley positioned herself on the bed
ready for them - her guide skirt pulled out of the way.  Jim went first and
slipped his hard prick inside the girl's cunt.  He paused, and Bill joined
him on top of Hayley, sticking his own erect penis bit by bit inside her
tight little anus.
   It wasn't easy at first - Jim had had no trouble, but Bill's cock took a
lot of easing in to his granddaughter's anal lovetunnel.  He didn't want to
hurt her, but he wasn't going to stop now he'd started.  Seven or eight
times he slowly edged it into her, until it was sliding freely in and out
of her.  Jim was moving to the same rhythm, almost by chance, and as they
thrust into her, the girl moaned and cried out in a mixture of ecstasy and
pain.  She had had anal sex before, but never like this with two men
fucking her as hard as they could.  With each thrust she felt she would
split in half, and still they continued.  She knew she was about to come,
though, and she knew it would be a big one - probably the biggest of her
short life.  Bill and Jim continued to fuck her arse and her cunt, each one
feeling the other's cock through the thin membrane of skin that separated
her vagina from her anus.
   Jim came first, thrusting deep inside the girl and spurting several jets
of his sticky white seed into the raw red meat that her sweet pussy had
become.  He pulled out, his cock still spurting over her cunt as he did so.
The sperm dribbled out and trickled onto the bedding.  Now it was Bill's
turn, and as he thrust into the tight dark meat he felt himself losing
control at last.  His own jets of spunk spurted into her bumhole, and as
she felt them, Hayley herself came in a huge crescendo of an orgasm.  Both
men finished themselves off over her sperm-dripping cunt, leaving her to
rub her sticky clit herself in one last orgasmic frenzy.
   Jim took a small camera from his pocket and recorded the scene for
future use.  Hayley lay on the bed, with her legs wide open - a little
smile on her pretty face.  Her hairless cunt was spattered with semen from
the two men, as she rubbed her clit.  Her cunny lips were slightly parted,
with a little pool of semen just resting there in the dip between the two
mounds.  He managed to complete the shot by positioning the girl's blue
cotton panties just by her face.  They were stained with sperm too.
   Jim slipped them into his pocket to add to his collection.  What a day!

   Chapter 15

   It was a few days later, and Jim was wondering why he hadn't seen young
Kelly lately.
   He had had a wonderful time the previous Saturday, especially with
Hayley, but he was ready for more, and he thought about the little
arrangement he had had with Kelly.  Perhaps she had told someone about it,
or perhaps she had just forgotten.  He decided to get up early, so that he
could catch her when she delivered the papers.
   The following morning, he was up at 6, and waiting by the door at 6.30.
Sure enough, just afterwards he heard the bicycle, and Kelly was walking
towards his front door.  He opened the door, and she looked startled.
   "What about our little arrangement, Kelly?  I haven't seen you for a
couple of weeks now, and I'm getting a bit lonely."
   He leered at her, in a knowing sort of way.
   "Aren't you getting a bit short of pocket money for buying your panties
and things?"
   He leered at her again.
   Kelly smirked a little, and wriggled provocatively.
   "After what you did to my panties last time I had to buy some more, yes.
Bet you've been stealing them off my mum's washing line too!"
   Little did she know that he had been - he had several pairs of the
girl's panties in his collection, and he loved to get them out and sniff
them, pretending that he could still smell her young scent.
   "Don't be silly, Kelly.  Do you think I'm some kind of pervert?"
   Kelly laughed.
   "Well, aren't you?"
   Jim laughed.
   " I suppose I am, really.  But listen.  How about you coming round here
for another photo session?  You know I pay you well."
   Kelly listened to him, and watched as he squirmed with old man lust and
tried to act cool.  She wriggled her little bum again, provocatively, just
to get him going even more.
   "Sorry Mr Marsham.  I don't do that sort of thing any more.  I'm afraid
you'll have to find someone else.  How about trying my little sister?"
   And with that she was gone.  Jim thought she had been too embarrassed by
the last session or something, but little did he know the real reason.
   If he'd been around to watch her leaving her house later that day, he
might have been a bit surprised, especially if he'd taken the trouble to
follow her.
   It was about 5 - not long after school had finished.  It was dark, and
the evening was cold.  Kelly was still wearing her school uniform, but she
was also carrying her school bag - which was odd, because she wasn't
heading for school at all.  She walked to the bus stop and caught the bus
into Croydon.  As she sat at the back of the bus upstairs by the window, a
respectable looking elderly man sat next to her and she noticed him
glancing at her legs.
   She let her skirt ride up a bit, and then quite a lot, so that her
panties were only just hidden.  The poor old chap was nearly having a heart
attack as he watched this young girl showing more and more of her thighs.
   Kelly grinned.  He seemed such a nice old man, and she thought she could
cheer him up a bit, so she slipped her hand inside his and gave it a small
squeeze.  He was startled at first, but then just accepted the situation,
looking nervously around to make sure nobody could see what was happening.
Kelly knew from past experience that nobody would be able to see them, and
took his hand a little more firmly.
   "Do you want to touch me inside my panties?  I'll let you feel me up if
you want."
   The old man gasped, but he didn't pull his hand away.  She guided his
hard and wrinkly hand towards her thighs, and rested it gently there for a
few seconds.  Then she placed his open palm softly but firmly against the
taut pink cotton gusset of her satin panties.  He let out a low animal-like
moan as his hand touched the warmth of her panties and felt their sweet
dampness - she had been at school all day and although her knickers were
still quite clean, Kelly did, like any other young girl, perspire gently
over the course of the day.  She would have preferred to put clean panties
on before going out, but she knew that where she was going they'd like her
slightly worn panties much more than a clean pair.
   The only people on the bus were right down the front, and there was no
way that they could see what Kelly and the old man were doing in the back
seat, which was just as well.  Keeping the man's hand pressed against her
thinly covered cunt, Kelly turned sideways so that he could see her better.
The bus was stuck in the heavy rush hour traffic, and there were no
passengers getting on or off.  She had all the time in the world to weave
her magic spell over the old gentleman - she liked the power it gave her.
   He watched, as she opened her legs for him, his hand still resting on
her panties.  His hand was damp.  He put it to his nose and smelled the
soft scent of this beautiful, young, blue-eyed blonde girl.  He touched her
again, this time slipping his hand inside her panties and actually touching
her outer lips.  He watched as Kelly slipped her own hand inside her
panties and slid his forefinger inside her vagina.  Even looking at her
panties was very nearly enough to make him come, poor old man that he was.
Although the gusset was made of pink cotton to absorb the girly juices,
they were mainly made of see-through satin, and he could see his own
gnarled old fingers pressing into the girl's smooth love tunnel.
   The satin was white and as smooth as Kelly's labia, but it was covered
in little pink teddy bears - all looking very happy indeed, as well they
might!  She looked so pretty in her pink and white panties that the old man
had to concentrate very hard to stop himself from ejaculating inside his
trousers.  Just as well, because Kelly had other ideas.
   With her free hand, she reached towards the old man's trousers and
quickly undid his zip.
   "Fuck me with your finger as fast as you can" she whispered to him, as
the bus stood still in the traffic.
   Neither of them saw the other red bus draw alongside going in the other
direction, though, itself also snarled up in the traffic.  Two girls on
their way home from school watched, fascinated, as the scene on the other
bus developed.
   The old man was having some difficulty with his breathing because of the
sexual excitement, and was puffing and blowing like someone who'd just run
10 miles.  Kelly was afraid he was going to have a heart attack, but he
calmed down and put two fingers inside the young girl's cunt, pushing them
hard inside her until she winced with pain.
   "Hold on a minute - not so hard, I'm only little down there you know,
and I said finger, not fingers!  Anyway, it's a bit dry, let's see if this
helps."
   She leaned forward a fraction, and dribbled into her open cunt, rubbing
it in as she did so.  This helped enormously, and the saliva enabled the
old man to comfortably finger-fuck her without it hurting her.  As he was
finger-fucking her, she pulled his cock out of his trousers and gently
stroked it.  It was already big and hard, but once she had taken it out and
caressed it for a bit it got even bigger and even harder.  She wanted to
kiss it and suck it, but she was too keen on having her own orgasm, and
that would have spoiled it, she felt sure.  Instead, she dribbled some
more, this time on the old man's erect penis, and, again using her saliva
as a lubricant, she rubbed it hard with both hands while he continued to
slip his fingers in and out of her pulsating little pussy.
   As they continued to masturbate one another, the two girls on the other
bus continued to watch, mesmerised by the sight of this old man and the
young girl fingering each other's genitals.  They themselves became aroused
by the sight, and after looking at each other in a shy but knowing way,
each of the girls slipped their hand up the other's school skirt and inside
her school knickers.  As they continued to watch, the younger of the girls
started to climax, and she needed more than just her friend's loving
fingers inside her.  The older girl realised this, watching her friend's
apparent anguish, and, not knowing quite what to do, she kissed her deeply,
pushing her little pink tongue deep inside her friend's open mouth.
   Meanwhile, on the other bus, the situation was developing.  Suddenly,
they became aware, first Kelly, and then from the look of shock on Kelly's
face, the old man, that they had an audience on the adjacent bus.  It was
too late for them to stop, though - they were both far too far gone for
that, and the old man in fact was getting quite a thrill from knowing that
the girls were watching him having his cock rubbed and with his fingers up
his young partner's cunt.
   He smiled at the girls, and knew that they would shortly be getting a
nice little surprise.  As Kelly writhed and wriggled to the deep thrusts of
his fingers she began to climax, breathing very deeply and moaning in a
soft little voice.  This was something he had always wanted, but never
quite achieved, to climax at the same time as his partner, and now it was
about to happen.  As the girls watched, his cock seemed to take on a life
of its own, and with just one final stroke from Kelly he came all over her
hand.  It was so good, so wonderful, so powerful - the semen just jetted
from his prick like a power hose, spurting into Kelly's cupped hand and
splashing across onto her little satin panties.  Now they were sticky
little teddy bears on her panties!
   Kelly finished her orgasm, which took rather longer than the old man's
did, and smiled sweetly, happy that she had come, and happy that she had
helped this old man to have the bus ride of a lifetime.  Her panties were
now wet with her own sexual juices, and splashed with the old man's cum. 
She didn't think they'd mind much where she was going next though.  Her
cupped hand still contained a pool of sticky warm spunk, and, knowing how
men liked that kind of thing, she put it to her lips and dipped her tongue
in it gingerly.
   The girls on the other bus were now kissing each other deeply, but
continuing to watch the scene that had first aroused them into sexual
congress.  As they kissed, their little tongues intermingling amidst the
shared pool of dribble, they continued to finger each other's pussies. 
Sensuously, they slid their fingers up each other's vaginal canals, now
very wet indeed, rubbing against their clits purposefully.  Somehow, the
scene in the other bus was contributing to what was about to become a huge
mutual orgasm, and neither of them wanted it to stop.
   Kelly sensed, as only another girl could, that the two girls needed just
a little more visual stimulation to help them reach their own climaxes. 
The old man's cock was now limp and flaccid, hardly a sight to arouse
anyone.  But his seed was everywhere, and to the girls, who had never seen
semen before, it was an erotic sight in its own right.  Kelly knew what she
had to do to complete their climax, and after first licking and tasting the
pool of spunk in her hand, she lifted her hand to her mouth and lapped it
into her mouth in one big lick.  Oh it tasted so salty, so sticky and
stringy, but so satisfying.  She, Kelly, had caused this now sad looking
penis to spurt out all that gloopy white cream, and now she was about to
swallow it inside her.
   She rolled it round her mouth sensuously, letting the two girls see it
on her tongue, on her lips, dripping down her chin even.  Kelly wiped her
chin and swallowed the mouthful of semen, her hands now covered with cum as
most of it slid smoothly down her throat and into her belly.  In one final,
lascivious sexual act for the two girls, she wiped both hands clean on the
now sticky pink gusset of her panties and licked her lips clean.
   The girls on the bus watched and climaxed as they saw Kelly rubbing the
semen off her hands and onto her pretty pink and white knickers.  They
wanted very much to touch Kelly, to feel her sticky wet panties, and most
of all to kiss her.  They wanted to kiss her lips, her mouth, her tongue,
and they wanted to lick her panties, lap their tongues inside her vagina,
and taste the semen in her mouth.  For the moment, they had each other,
though, and that had to do.  It wasn't enough, but perhaps they would meet
again.
   The buses moved on - the girls on their way home, the old man to his
home, and Kelly to her evening appointment.

   Chapter 16

   It was now gone 6 o'clock, thanks to the hold up on the bus.  It was
dark, but the lights of the shops made Kelly feel safe as she walked
towards the train station.  She turned up a side street, and immediately
felt less safe as she left the shopping lights behind her.  She could feel
the burning stare of lustful men as they passed her and looked her up and
down.  It seemed that the older the men were the worse they were - the
younger ones barely gave her a glance, but the older ones leered at her and
looked as if they might touch her.  She felt sure, in fact, that one of
them did.  He walked past her very close, and as he did so Kelly felt sure
she felt a hand touch her bum.  She giggled to herself - it didn't really
matter, she was nearly at the place.
   The place she was referring to was a large Victorian detached house
which had seen better days.  It was very much in need of a coat of paint,
and the small garden had been paved over for cars.  There were 5 bells by
the faded front door.  She pressed the one marked `Flat 2', and almost as
soon as she had done, she heard footsteps on the stairs as someone came
down to greet her.
   The door opened and there stood a respectable looking older man,
probably in his fifties, wearing a tweed jacket and smoking a pipe.  She
felt very safe - he seemed very nice and welcomed her inside.
   "Hello, you must be Kelly.  Did you find us alright?"
   She nodded.
   "Yes, it didn't take too long, and I knew where the road was."
   "Are you sure you're OK about this, Kelly?"
   "Yes, course I am.  I want the money first, though."
   "Sure thing, my love.  Just come upstairs and we'll soon sort that out."
   The man took Kelly up two flights of stairs, past dingy-looking doors
and through equally dingy hallways.  They came to a door marked `Flat 2',
and Kelly could hear a low, muttered conversation going on inside.  She was
a bit apprehensive about what she was going to find inside, but the thought
of the money drove her on.
   The door opened to her companion's knock, and he drew her quickly
inside. She found herself in a large dark room, with the curtains pulled,
and only a small light in one corner.  It was very warm, and there were
several men, mainly in their fifties and sixties, but some in their
seventies, sitting drinking.  They had camera round their necks mainly, and
they turned with keen interest as Kelly came in.
   "This is Kelly, gentlemen, said the man who had met her.  Let's just
introduce ourselves to her, so she knows who we all are.  I'm Alf, and over
there we've got Bert, Pete and Sid.  They're our main members, and we have
a few guests today as well - as you can see.  They're all looking forward
to our little photo session."
   Kelly could see that for herself - the men standing up could hardly hide
the bulges in their trousers which had come on almost as soon as she'd
entered the room.  They hadn't known what to expect from the advert they'd
put in the Croydon Advertiser, but the photo that Kelly had sent them had
certainly raised their expectations.
   "Wanted, for private studio - young attractive model.  Good rates paid."
   That had been the advert, that and just a phone number.  They had only
had a few calls, but those that did phone were greeted by Alf, whose flat
it was.  He wouldn't have admitted it of course, but his hand had been
inside his trouser pockets during all of the calls, and he had almost come
talking to Kelly - she sounded so young and sweet and nice.  She had asked
what sort of work it was, and how much she would get paid.  Alf had told
her that that depended on how many there were in the `studio' (which it now
turned out was just his room) and how `nice' she was.
   Kelly was by now slightly more worried than she had been when she left
home.  She knew she was going to do a `photographic' session, but she had
assumed it was going to be a proper studio, and she hadn't somehow expected
quite so many men to be there.  It was all very seedy, and the men all
looked well past their prime, scruffy and lecherous.  Which shouldn't
really have been any great surprise to Kelly, because that was exactly what
they were.  As she stood there, looking round the room and wondering what
was going to happen next, the men were mostly adjusting their trousers -
well aware of what was going to happen next.
   Pete beckoned her across to a low but very large table at one end of the
room and asked her to sit on it.  Kelly did so, obligingly, still wondering
quite what she was expected to do for these men.  She sat on the table
swinging her legs, pulling down her school skirt modestly, though this was,
she realised, a bit silly.
   The men moved across the room almost as a body, standing round the table
staring at Kelly, and, no doubt at all, wondering what colour panties she
was wearing - men are like that!  Alf was the next one to speak, although
Kelly could hear a lot of muttering and whispering between the men.
   "Well, my young girl, I expect you're wondering what we'd like you to
do, especially as we haven't even discussed your fee for this evening."
   Kelly nodded in agreement.
   Alf continued.
   "There are thirteen of us here tonight, and we normally put £5 each into
that jar over there for our girls, just for basic modelling.  You do know
it's nude, don't you, my love?"
   Kelly nodded again, this time looking down at the floor, almost as if
she was ashamed of being there with all these men.
   "Well, I said normally because that would give you £65, which isn't bad,
is it, but we could make it a bit more, or quite a lot more, depending on
what you'd like to do for us".
   "How do you mean, exactly," asked Kelly.
   "Well, er, um, do you want me to go into a bit more detail?"
   "Umm, yes, if you wouldn't mind."
   Kelly was now getting very embarrassed, because of all the staring eyes,
and in particular because she was starting to feel quite unsafe with all
these men that she didn't know at all.
   "OK, Kelly, we usually have four types of payment for nice young girls
like you (he gave a dirty little laugh as he said this) and the ordinary
one is, as I said, £5 a head.  We call that one the Basic.  For that you
take your top and bottom off and just do poses.  Then there's what we call
the Basic Plus, which gets you £7.50 a head.  For that you have to open
your legs as well, and do us some nice shots of your pussy lips and stuff.
Then there's the Special, where we pay you £10 a head, and for that you
have to put your fingers inside your pussy, and a vibrator, and play with
yourself - you know the sort of thing.  Then, finally, there's the top of
the range Super Special, which we pay £25 a head for - that's £325
altogether, but you're probably a bit too young for that one."
   He said this almost as if it were a dare to the poor girl, as if to say
she couldn't cope with that, and it had the desired effect.
   "How do you mean, too young?  What exactly does it involve?"
   Kelly was already thinking of the money.  £325!  Oh Wow!!!
   Alf carried on where he had left off.
   "Well, the Super Special is exactly what it says it is, Kelly.  It's
super special for us, and it's super special for you too, because you get
to earn a whole lot of money for just an hour or two's work, and it isn't
even work, really."
   The men were watching this exchange with interest, particularly as
Kelly's skirt had started to ride up again, and they hoped they might get a
glimpse of her schoolgirl panties.
   "But you haven't really told me what it is," said Kelly.
   "Why is it so super special for you?"
   "Because, my sweet young innocent girl, for all that money we get to own
your body for two whole hours, and we can do with it, and you, exactly as
we please.  That's why it's so super special for us.  You have the choice -
you can just stick with the Basic if you like - but once we've handed over
the money, there's no going back on it.  This is deadly serious now, and
the choice really is yours, but if you want to do the Super Special
session, you have to know what you're letting yourself in for, because
there's no turning back."
   "But what if I don't like what's happening?"
   "Sorry, Kelly, but that's the way it is, and to protect us, we ask you
to sign a little piece of paper if you do decide to go for the Super
Special."
   "What does it say?"
   Alf took a sheet of paper from his pocket and smiled reassuringly at
Kelly.  At least, he thought it was a reassuring smile.  In reality it came
across as an evil leer, perhaps because he was finding it very difficult to
contain his excitement at the thought of all the evil pleasures they would
soon be getting from this young innocent.  He handed the sheet of paper to
Kelly.
   "I, .......................................................hereby
certify that I have authorised the Thornton Photographic Society, and all
its members, to take such photographs of me, still and video, as they wish.
I authorise the society to publish such images wherever they choose,
including specifically magazines and the internet.  I have also allowed
them full use of my body for a period of not less than two hours
between................and.......................on........................
.............2002.  I have been paid an agreed sum for this use of my body,
and I accept that I have no claim against the Society or any of its members
for any assault, indecent or otherwise, or molestation.  I accept that for
the period of time shown, the Society has full use of my body, and any
member of that society has my express consent to place, insert or force any
part of his body on in or into any part of my body at will.  This shall
include any bodily emissions, specifically to include semen, and I fully
consent to all such sexual acts, up to and including full sexual
intercourse."
   Kelly read it carefully, somewhat shocked that she had allowed herself
to get into this position.  She was very attracted by the prospect of £325,
but she was not at all sure that she wanted to give this strange and very
seedy looking bunch of old perverts the right to use and abuse her as they
thought fit.  She was scared of what they might do to her, but badly wanted
the cash.  It couldn't be too bad, though, could it?  She doubted very much
whether they would do a lot.  They all looked too old to cause her any
problems.  Probably just a few shots of her masturbating, they'd come in
their trousers, and that would be that.
   Alf reassured her.
   "Nothing to worry about, my dear.  We won't hurt you or anything.  It's
just a standard form all photographic clubs have to use.  It's the law, you
see."
   Kelly immediately felt a lot happier.  She was worrying herself
unnecessarily.  Exactly as she thought - nothing at all to worry about. 
She signed the form, little realising what that would mean for her over the
next two hours.  Alf completed the date and the times, and the men gathered
around, all smiling.

   Chapter 17

   There was a cheer.  This she found slightly scary, for some reason, but
what was even scarier was the floodlight which suddenly beamed down on her
from above.  And as the floodlight lit up the room properly for the first
time, she saw, at the far end, a small platform formed to make a stage. 
The spotlight moved its glare from Kelly to the stage, and Alf beckoned her
towards it.
   "You can get changed if you like, but there's really no need - that's a
lovely uniform you're wearing.  Why don't you just dance about on the stage
a bit for us - just as a sort of warm up?"
   Kelly was reassured.  If all they wanted was for her to dance on this
little stage, that was going to be easy for her.  She climbed up to the
stage and stood looking at her audience.  It wasn't an inspiring sight,
really - a bunch of old men, mainly, though there were one or two rather
younger she now realised, and most of them with cameras and camcorders. 
Some of them were already taking photos of her and filming up her skirt -
or trying to.
   She stood very still, her long blonde hair hanging down over her blue
school blouse and partly covering her tie.  Her grey pleated school skirt
was still neat and tidy, and her little white socks made her look so sweet
and innocent.  Her little pink and white panties were dry again now, after
the bus, at least as dry as they could be after having been in close
proximity to this young girl's pussy for so long.
   Someone called out for her to lift her skirt up.  She did, rather coyly,
letting all the men there see up her skirt for the first time that evening.
There was a lightning storm of flashes as the flash units went off.  Kelly
liked this a lot - she loved being the centre of attention.
   "Open your legs a bit darling," came a cry from the floor.
   Kelly did as she was asked again, still just standing there, but opening
her legs so that the men could get better shots up her skirt.  She lifted
her grey pleated school skirt up again and stood there, just smiling, legs
now wide apart, with her panties all ruffled up and barely covering her
sweet young pussy.  Slowly, and holding her skirt up with her left hand,
she pulled her panties slightly to one side with her right hand.  There was
a small but clearly audible gasp from the audience as she slowly exposed
her tender young cunt for the first time to these sad old men.  Kelly had
taken extra care that morning with her personal hygiene, and every part of
her was clearly visible to the probing camera that flashed in front of her.
Peeping out of her pink and white panties was the sweetest little cunt
these men had ever seen.  Absolutely smooth, this hairless little cunt
excited them beyond imagination.  Kelly opened herself up ever so slightly
with her fingers and displayed her clit and her open lips.  Then, within
seconds, it was gone again, as Kelly slipped her panties back into place
and grinned at the audience coquettishly.
   Getting bolder by the minute, she stood at the very edge of the stage
and looked down at her assembled audience.  One old guy looked particularly
sweet, she thought, not as pervy as most of them, and Kelly reckoned he
needed a bit of special cheering up.  As he looked up at her on the stage,
she kneeled down at the edge of the stage and wriggled herself further
forward, beckoning him to put his head closer to her.  As he leaned
forward, Kelly wriggled towards him, and he stood there staring intently up
her skirt, his face just inches away from her panties.
   "Go on then, I don't mind.  Do you want to lick me down there, Granpa?"
   Oh he so did!  He croaked his assent, and Kelly pushed herself just that
little bit further towards him, her panties now less than an inch from his
happy smiling face.  He put out his old tongue and licked her pink and
white panties, first rather gingerly, but then, with added confidence, more
assertively.  He could taste the sweetness of her juices, which had stained
her panties lightly.  He sucked at the thin cotton material, flicking his
tongue round the edge of her panties and underneath the cotton.  Sensing
what he wanted, Kelly pulled her panties aside again and let the old
gentleman see her girlie charms from very close quarters.  He had never
seen anything quite like this before.  Here he was with all his friends,
and this young girl exposing her sweet cunt for him to lick whilst they
continued to take photos for them to savour later.
   He licked a droplet of perspiration from Kelly's inner lips.  That was
too much for him, though, and he couldn't stop himself from burying his
tongue deep in her pussy as far as he could get it.  God it tasted good. 
Kelly rocked backwards onto her bum, supporting herself by spreading her
hands to her side.  As she rocked backwards, `Granpa' buried his happy face
between her open legs, nuzzling into her sweet pussy.  And all around, the
cameras flashed and the camcorders quietly whirred.
   Kelly was thoroughly enjoying being the centre of attention like this,
and was very glad that she'd gone for the Super Special.  This was very
easy money.  At least, she was glad about it until she heard a voice from
the back of the room shout
   "Oy, call this a Super Special?  Might be super special for you mate,
but what about the rest of us?"
   She thought nothing of it at first, but as her gentleman friend
continued to lick her out, quite oblivious to anything happening in the
room, a murmur of discontent was starting to spread amongst the audience.
She heard mutterings about people having paid £25 and all wanting a go. 
The audience started to edge forwards towards her.  This was starting to
scare her, and all of a sudden the scene had changed for Kelly from one of
happiness, almost exhilaration, to one of fear.  She got up quickly,
pulling up her panties and standing, still in her schoolgirl uniform, in
the centre of the stage.
   Suddenly, three of the men were on the stage with her, and the rest of
the crowd were cheering them on.  Now Kelly was seriously frightened.  The
men were all in their fifties, two clean shaven and one with a beard.  One
of the clean-shaven men grabbed her by the hair, the bearded man held her
arms, and the other lifted her up by the legs.
   There was a cheer from the watching crowd as the three men changed
positions slightly so that the bearded man held Kelly under her arms and
the other men took a leg each.  The three men held her so that the entire
audience could see her, the two men at the front holding her with her legs
wide open.  One of them flicked her skirt up to give the audience an
uninterrupted view, and the other one unzipped himself to let loose a huge
erection.
   Kelly remembered the form she had had to sign for the Super Special -
now she realised why she was getting paid so much.  She wasn't so much
bothered about the sex, though, more the risk of actually getting hurt by
one of these men.  She started to cry.
   "Too late now, little Kelly, you did sign the form", came the response
from the bearded man, licking her ear.  She was being held far too tightly
to struggle effectively, and she knew there was nothing to be gained by it.
If she kept still and let them do what they wanted to do perhaps they
wouldn't hurt her.  Two more men jumped onto the stage, and took with them
three trestles, onto which they laid a flat table.  They helped the others
to lay Kelly down on the table, but, terrifyingly for Kelly, the table had
cords at the top and the bottom.
   Kelly changed her mind about not struggling, and as they tried to lay
her down on the table, she suddenly leapt up and jumped off the stage.  Not
that she was likely to get far!  Happy arms reached out to greet her, and
to stop her reaching the door.  It was a long time since most of the men
there had had the chance to grope a young schoolgirl quite so easily,
though a few of them had spent a lot of time following them around London,
and especially up escalators.  Kelly was immediately surrounded, and felt
herself falling gently to the floor.  Gently, because she was supported by
so many pairs of hands helping her, groping her, touching her, caressing
her.  The lights went out, and the only illumination now came from a very
small table lamp right at the other end of the room.
   She slipped slowly to the floor, old fingers gently feeling her up her
skirt, someone else feeling her perky young breasts, and still more old
fingers actually inside her knickers and fumbling to find her slit.  The
nightmare seemed to go on for hours, though it can only have been for a few
minutes, as hand after hand after hand slipped up her school skirt and
stroked her young thighs.  Someone undid her blouse and lifted her bra
clear of her breasts.  They were small puffy breasts, and she had only a
small bra - it wasn't difficult.  As she lay there on the floor surrounded
by these dirty old men, she felt hot hands rubbing at her tits.  They were
like small but perfectly formed baby jellies, and they wobbled delicately.
Her nipples stood out and went hard like small jelly babies, whilst two of
the men licked and chewed at them - she liked that!
   At the other end of her young body, her knees had been pushed gently up
and apart so that all that prevented these men from seeing Kelly's girlish
delights was a small patch of thin pink and white cotton.  This wasn't a
time for standing and staring at her panties, though.  She was wriggling
too much for that, still trying to get away.  She closed her knees up
again, trapping a hand inside her knickers.  Its owner smiled happily and
benignly.  She tried to get up, but there were too many hands pushing her
downwards, keeping her on the floor of this dingy room.
   The hands continued to caress her breasts, and yet more hands managed to
find their way up her skirt and inside her pretty little knickers.  These
elderly men were having the time of their life, and there was nothing she
could do about it.  She watched in horror in the dim light as one of the
men who had been holding her on the stage (the one who had got his cock
out) clambered down to join in the fun.  Leering at her horribly, he
started to rub his cock with one hand and feel inside her panties with the
other.  Kelly felt his fingers slip inside her knickers, exploring,
exploring, until they found their way inside her smooth young slit, up and
into her sweet tight vagina.  She felt his fingers inside her, probing, and
she was disgusted with herself for almost enjoying it.  He took his fingers
out of her vagina, sniffed the milky white fluid now coating them, and put
them in his mouth, sucking off the girly juices with an excited grin.
   Then, unable to control himself for any longer, he lunged at Kelly.
   "No, no, no - it's not time yet."
   "Wait - it's too soon, you animal, leave her alone for now".
   "Pull him off her."
   Hands from all around the room grabbed him, just as they had grabbed
Kelly, and just in time.  He had pulled back her pink and white panties,
and was seconds away from entering her vaginal lips.  As they held him
back, he managed to grasp his throbbing penis, and, too late for them to
stop him, he pulled back his foreskin and shot his sticky white seed all
over Kelly's pussy lips.
   Kelly gasped as the hot sperm splashed onto her.  She knew very well now
that she was in deep, deep water, and she wasn't at all sure how she was
going to get out of it.  The contract she had signed was for 2 hours, and
barely more than 20 minutes of that time had passed.  Even as the man was
dragged away from her, his cock now flaccid, but still dribbling spunk, the
other men were still all over her.  She saw shapes and forms moving towards
her in the dimness, and despite the sperm that had been spattered over her
cunnylips and inside her vagina, she felt the wetness of tongues licking at
her, first outside and then inside her vagina.  Then there was the
unmistakable flash of a powerful flashgun, and the realisation that her
total and utter degradation was being filmed, doubtless for some sordid
internet site.
   What will happen to Kelly next?  There's still a long time to go on the
contract she signed - and a lot of things are about to happen.  Read
Chapter 18 here as soon as its ready (and let me know if you have any ideas
- this chapter is very much based on what happened to one of my friends
very recently, but fresh ideas always welcomed.)

   Chapter 18

   Kelly woke up.  It had all been a dream - a nightmare brought on by
wishful thinking perhaps.
   But no, she realised within seconds that the nightmare was continuing -
she had for some reason blacked out, and she didn't know why.  All she knew
was that she was still lying on the floor in this damp seedy room in
Thornton Heath, her school uniform still on, her white socks, her grey
pleated skirt, her blue blouse, and her little pink and white panties. 
Except that her skirt was up around her waist, her pink and white panties
were around her knees, and her clean, smooth little cunt was now all
spattered with semen.
   It was coming back to her.  The man that had tried to rape her but had
been dragged off by the others, the sight of his engorged penis spewing out
what had seemed like half a litre of jizz all over her cunt, the
flashguns........  it must have been the flashes, so many of them, that had
caused her to black out.  Now she was coming round again, but the men were
all still there, some of them watching her, and some of them continuing to
molest her with their grubby fingers.  She felt hands still on her breasts,
and fingers probing into her vagina.
   She heard a voice.
   "OK lads, that's enough - let her go."
   Relief - she was free to go, to leave this dingy room full of perverts
and escape to the clean air outside.
   "Thank you," she said to her elderly rescuer, who seemed to have some
authority here.
   It was Alf.  She got up, somewhat the worse for wear, and headed for the
door.
   "Hang on, hang on - I said to let you go, I didn't mean you could leave
altogether.  You signed a contract, and we're not even half way through it
- not so quick young lady.  It's back on the stage for you, my girl. 
Either that or I leave you down there on the floor with the rest of our
members, and see how you get on with that for an hour and a half!"
   Kelly thought quickly.  Which was the worse of these two options?  Each
of them was scary, but things had been starting to get out of hand on the
floor, and she thought perhaps that something a bit more organised might be
to her advantage.
   So she let Alf lead her back to the stage again, where a single bed had
been placed.  She did as she was asked, and sat on the bed.  She was so
pretty, in her white socks and school uniform, sitting on the bed, looking
very vulnerable with her long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders and
tears streaming down her sweet young face.  Her school skirt was a little
rumpled now, and there were streaks of sperm down it where some of the old
men had masturbated on her.  She no longer tried to maintain any sense of
modesty - it was far too late for that - and as she sat on the bed, her
legs were apart, showing all the men there that it wasn't just her grey
skirt that was streaked with semen.  Her pretty little pink and white
panties, that had been so clean and nice at the start of the evening, were
now very obviously soiled with old men's cum.
   The demure sweet schoolgirl that had arrived earlier that evening had
somehow been transformed into a little school slut.  This wasn't what the
men wanted at all, though.  Alf appeared by her side again, and explained
that they would like her to change into some fresh clothes.  She thought
this a little odd, but agreed fairly readily, as she was still the property
of the group for some time yet.
   Alf took an old suitcase from the side of the room and opened it up.  In
it were some clean clothes, quite a collection in fact.  Alf had done all
this before.  He and the other members all liked to see a sweet, virginal
young girl on the stage, and the clothes were extremely important to them
all.  School uniforms were always popular, but they had to start of clean
and virginal.  It didn't matter how dirty they got in the course of a
performance, but they had to start off all clean and pure.  Kelly had
already completed the first part of her act on stage, and her defilement on
the floor afterwards had been almost expected by the members, who had seen
it all before.  She was about to start the second part of her act (unknown
to Kelly, of course) now, though, and for that she needed clean clothes.
   Alf enjoyed buying the clothes for these girls.  It gave him an odd sort
of thrill choosing them and buying them, knowing how they would eventually
be used.  There was of course the added bonus that he got to take them home
again afterwards, when the girls changed back into their own clothes again.
He was the one who had spoken to Kelly when she had first phoned about the
job, and he always made sure he knew each girls measurements so that he
could buy some `suitable' clothes for them in advance.
   Many was the time that he had gone home after one of these `events' with
a suitcase full of dirty clothes from one of his young models.  He didn't
consider them to be `dirty' as such, merely `stained'.  He didn't keep all
of the clothes - he hadn't got the room - but he did keep all the knickers.
Each girl had her own `shrine', which was a bag containing the odd article
of clothing, such as a skirt, a blouse or a pair of socks, some photos,
maybe also a video, and a number of sealed plastic bags with knickers in.
In most cases there were several pairs of panties for each girl, but every
pair was kept in its own sealed bag.  At least one pair was kept just as it
had come off the girl, but others were treated slightly differently.
   One of his favourite activities was to choose one of the girls, get out
the photos, play the video, and then savour the lovely smell of the
panties, still sealed in their bag.  Many of the panties had been urinated
in by the girls, and these were the ones he most liked, because they both
looked and smelled exciting.  They also retained their girly smell for many
many years after the photo session.l He would sniff the panties, holding
them close to his face, at the same time watching the girl's video and
masturbating onto another pair from the same girl.  To him, it was almost
like reliving the original experience of the photoshoot.
   So there he was with his suitcase, the lovely young Kelly sitting on the
bed on the stage showing everything she was born with, not so many years
ago.  Alf wiped the tears from her pretty face, moving her long blonde hair
away, and at the same time allowing his hands to brush lightly against her
firm rounded breasts.  Kelly clearly noticed this, but said nothing.  Alf
took a tissue from a nearby box of Kleenex and went as if to wipe away some
more tears.  Instead of wiping her face, however, he started dabbing the
tissue against her sticky school panties, wiping up some of the sperm that
had been splattered on her by the old men.
   Gently, he dabbed at Kelly's panties, at first just on the outside, but
then slowly, surreptitiously, moving his fingers and the Kleenex just
underneath the girl's knickers.  Kelly froze.  She knew that there was
nothing she could do to prevent this old pervert from feeling inside her
knickers, but that didn't make it any the more pleasant.  Alf pulled her
pink and white panties down to just below her knees and spread her legs
wide apart so that her cunt was gaping wide open for all the audience to
see.  He still had the Kleenex in his hand and started to dab at her pretty
pussy lips.  The sperm from her panties had dribbled inside her and he
pushed the Kleenex inside her vagina to soak it all up.  She winced as his
fingers went inside her, and as the wad of tissue was pushed right up her
pussy canal.
   Alf pulled the wad of tissues out again.  It was wet and sticky, and
Kelly's cunt was now nice and clean.  But he hadn't finished cleaning her
yet, and as the flashes of the camera around him went off, he put his
balding head up her skirt and began to lick her clean.  Oh that sweet sweet
pussy, still slightly salty with the semen that had dribbled inside her,
yet sweet tasting with her girly juices as well.  Kelly almost blacked out
again with the shame and humiliation of what she was now being exposed to,
but knew she had to stay conscious this time.  She tried to pretend she was
somewhere else, sitting in a sunny meadow with a family picnic, just like
she had done when she was a little girl.
   But it wouldn't work.  She had never been on a family picnic during
which anybody had allowed an elderly stranger to approach her, lift up her
dress, pull down her panties, and start licking her pretty cunt.  But that
was exactly what was happening to her now, and she didn't like it at all.
If only she hadn't signed that horrid piece of paper.  But it was too late
now, and all she could do was hope that it would finish soon.
   Meanwhile, Alf was certainly enjoying himself - despite the spunk that
had been showered on her, the girl's cunt still smelt sweet and clean.  She
looked so vulnerable in her school uniform, her blue blouse still open,
still wearing her white socks, and with her knickers around her knees.  As
he licked at her cunt, his tongue flicked in and out of her vagina,
occasionally thrusting, penis-like, deep within it.  Each time he did this,
Kelly shuddered as his dry gnarled old tongue entered her sweet moist love
canal.  Not that it had stayed dry for long after he had started licking
her.  His mouth had been moistened with the heady mixture of semen and
girly juices, and occasionally he had to swallow this heady love mix to
empty his mouth.  Deeper and deeper he pushed his tongue into her vagina,
flicking it against her clitoris as he withdrew it again.  Each time the
sweet but salty taste as his tongue reached the pool of juices lying deep
within her. As he licked and licked, his hands felt Kelly's young breasts,
and his cock hardened still more.  It was no good.  The sweet taste of her
young cunt had excited him beyond all reason, and he needed more, oh so
much more to satisfy his animal cravings.  He licked the last few drops of
juices from Kelly's cunt, and held them in his mouth.  Leaning over the
girl, he commanded her to open her mouth, then dribbled the juices into
her, slowly.  To finish off, he deep kissed her, probing her mouth and
tongue with his own old tongue.  God, it felt so good, her sweet young
moist mouth mingling with his own.
   This only made him worse, though, and as he leaned over Kelly, his erect
cock brushed against the girl's minge.  He thought, then decided his cock
must have its way.  Still deep kissing the girl, he allowed his cock to
worm its way inside her pussy, slowly at first.  It was a tight fit, just
as he liked it to be.  Kelly arched her body, disgusted at the degradation
she was now to be subjected to, but she knew that resistance was pointless.
Alf's cock wasn't that massive, so there was no question of pain, but as it
slipped inside her sweet young cunt she felt degraded.
   Alf didn't feel at all degraded, though.  All he felt was a deep sense
of elation as he slid his old cock in and out of Kelly's sweet young love
tunnel.  He lay on her, his heaviness almost depriving her of breath,
probing inside her sweet young mouth with his tongue.  Even her dribble
tasted so good.  His hands felt her small but perfect titties, and moved
down to where his dick was entering her.  He put his fingers around the
shaft of his penis as it slid in and out of the girl, gripping it to
heighten the sensation.  As it thrust in and out of her, he allowed his
fingers to wander towards her bum cheeks, then, carefully, towards her
bumhole.
   It was warm, well actually it was very warm - almost hot.  As his cock
thrust in and out of her, her brown star became dilated, allowing Alf to
slip the middle finger of his right hand into her.  He felt the heat of her
arsehole as his finger buried itself inside her anus up to the second
joint. The girl started to spasm as his finger pushed and pulled its way
into her bottom.  Her arsehole was tight, very tight, and he wondered what
it would be like to have full anal sex with the girl.  He felt sure he
would find out before too long, but for now he contented himself with
pushing his cock further and further up her vagina.  He left his finger
inside Kelly's bottom, but wriggled it gently from side to side.  He
couldn't help but wonder how his finger might smell when he removed it from
this young girl's bottom, and somehow that even enhanced the experience,
though he knew it shouldn't.  Kelly was a scrupulously clean young girl,
though, and he knew that she would have washed her bottom very carefully
before coming out, and he was right.  His curiosity got the better of him,
and as he continued to fuck her and fuck her through her front passage, he
gently withdrew his finger from her back passage and smelt it.  As he
thought, it smelt divine, all girly and nice.  He licked his finger clean,
and again started sliding it in and out of the girl's bottom as he fucked
her in the vagina.
   By now she had started to enjoy the experience, and had never had her
bottom so totally aroused.  She whispered to him that he should continue to
finger fuck her anally, and he was happy to oblige, adding to the
experience by allowing the middle finger of his left hand to join in.  With
his hands under Kelly's bottom, he supported her weight (though she seemed
to weigh little more than a feather) and let both his middle fingers probe
her anus in turn.  As one finger came out, the other went in, each time
dilating Kelly's little bumhole until it was about the size of a penny.
   As Alf fucked her harder and harder up her sweet little cunt, his
fingers slid in and out of her cute little bumhole.  He paused.  His
arthritic old hands were having some difficulty gripping her and finger
fucking her at the same time.
   "Oh that's so nice," she moaned.
   "Put your fingers up my bottom some more - stick them right hard up me."
   He stopped fucking her and held her legs wide open.  Her little cunt was
gaping wide open where he had been shafting her, but her tiny little virgin
bum hole had contracted again to its normal tight state.  He wondered for a
moment what he should do next, especially with the crowd of elderly
photographers growing round the stage, then his instinct took over again.
Placing an old cushion under the girl's bum, he raised her bum cheeks just
sufficiently to enable him to get the sweet hole between them in his
sights.
   He moved towards her, his tongue ready for action, and thrust it into
her anal tube.  It tasted salty, but clean and sweet.  That had always been
his experience with girls of this age - perhaps not so much with older
women, but at this age anal licking was invariably a sweet and joyful
experience.  As he licked and lapped at her sweet brown hole, he felt the
juices inside her welling up as the girl's muscles relaxed.  Kelly let
herself relax completely as his tongue probed that part of her body which
she knew instinctively he should not be probing.  But it WAS so nice.
   Sensing that his tongue just wasn't going in deep enough to satisfy her
properly, though, Alf tried a new technique.  Using his two middle fingers,
he inserted one inside Kelly's tight little slit, and the other inside her
even tighter little anus.  As he moved them in and out of her, slowly at
first, but then faster and faster, she lay perfectly still but started to
whine like a dog.  The more he fingered her, the more she mewled, then her
whole body started to shake.  Alf could feel that the skin between his two
fingers was only a thin membrane.  So little flesh separated the girl's
vagina from her anal love tube that he could feel his fingers almost
rubbing together inside her.  He pushed his fingers together to see her
reaction, and she whined even more as her two love tubes slid together in a
way she had never before experienced.
   The crowd of men around the stage had now increased, as a result of
Kelly's moaning, to such an extent that they were jostling for position. 
This was a large room, but as a result of the floodlights on the stage and
the sheer number of people, it had now become very hot and stuffy.  There
was a very noticeable smell, which some people might have found it
difficult to describe, but which was essentially the smell of people having
sex.  Kelly was a lovely clean girl, and these were clean men too, but sex
has its own special smell, and that smell filled the room - a heady mix of
cunt, perfume, and baby juice.
   Some of the men had undone their trousers and were playing with their
erect penises - there had always been a firm rule in the camera club that
modesty was never going to be allowed to get in the way of sexual pleasure.
Alf signalled to a favoured four who were standing to one side expectantly.
They joined him on the stage and stood around the bed.
   Alf held Kelly open, dipped his fingers into a small jar he had taken
from his suitcase full of girls' clothes, and smeared the lubrication jelly
all over Kelly's bumhole.  Kelly looked scared - she had rarely had
anything up her bottom before now, and certainly nothing the size of Alf's
penis, which was now enormous, and very clearly intent on one thing.  He
told her not to worry, but reminded her very firmly that she was still the
property of the club and really had no choice in the matter.  She wanted to
resist, but realised that it was pointless.
   Alf thrust his fingers gently up and inside her young bottom, twisting
them round so as to coat every surface of her anal cavity thickly with the
gel.  His cock found its way quickly into the outer parts of her anal
passage, but it wouldn't go any further, it was so tight.  There was no
stopping him now, though, and some of the members had started to cheer him
on.  As Kelly shrieked and wriggled with discomfort, he pushed his cock
slowly but surely deeper and deeper inside her arse until it was in fully,
right up to the end of his penis.
   They both lay still for a moment or two while Kelly recovered from the
shock.  Alf signalled to the first of the four men waiting by the bed -
Kelly's cunt needed no lubrication at all, and he slipped his prick right
inside her very easily.  Kelly lay there, stunned and ashamed of the
situation she had got herself into.  She just wanted to go home to her own
bedroom where she would be safe, but she knew she could not.  As she lay
there, she felt Alf's penis moving inside her bottom, and the other man's
penis also moving inside her vagina.  She felt used and abused, which of
course she was, and nothing more than a piece of raw meat for these sad old
men to work out their perverted desires on.
   Alf and Stan (the other man) continued to fuck the girl slowly in both
her main holes whilst cameras flashed around them.  All the men had good
quality equipment, well able to handle the closest of close up shots, and
they focussed in on the action as the two cocks slid faster and faster in
and out of Kelly's cunt and anus.  Kelly lay there exhausted like a rag
doll as the two men slammed their old cocks into her.  She really didn't
know what to do, other than just smile sweetly and pretend that she was
enjoying it, which she most certainly was not.
   Meanwhile, the three remaining men on the stage had lubricated their
penises with Alf's jar of stuff and were stood round her masturbating
themselves.  One was holding his cock over her face, very close indeed, and
the other two were more intent on her writhing pussy and bumhole.  There
was as yet no seed spurting from these old cocks, but she knew it wouldn't
be long now.
   Alf and Stan were both getting very near to the point of no return, and
the other three weren't far off either.  Suddenly, with a tremendous
tremor, Stan started to cum inside Kelly's cunt.  He jerked violently
several times, spurting his hot white semen inside the girl's sweet slit.
It dribbled out as he withdrew, only to be met by a further gush of semen
from Alf as he too came up Kelly's arsehole.  He shot his load right up her
shithole as she winced in pain with his final thrust.  The three others
needed nothing more for their complete and utter sexual arousal, and all
came more or less together over the poor young girl.  Two elderly pricks
spewed out ejaculate all over her gaping pussy and bum holes, some of it
shooting up inside her, but most of it just spattering her with yet more
sperm.  The final insult was the third man's cock bursting with several
more hard jets of cum all over her face and into her mouth.  She felt
totally and utterly degraded and dejected.  Nothing could be worse than
this.  Soon her time would be up.
   Alf was getting up again, going to his suitcase of clothes.
   "I think we need some pretty new clothes for you now, my dear.  Your
nice little panties are all covered in sperm.  Let me look after them for
you while you put on some pretty clean ones from Uncle's suitcase.  Look,
try these tiny little ones with little hearts on - they're very pretty,
just like you."
   He leered, horribly, and a chill ran through her spine.  She heard a dog
bark, ominously closely.  What in God's name would they do to her next?

   Chapter 19

   Alf was right.  Kelly's pretty little pink and white panties were all
covered in sperm.  Five old men had shot their loads all over her face, her
cunt, her tits, up her bum, in her mouth, into her pretty blue eyes, in
fact everywhere.  Her school skirt and blouse were sticky and wet, but her
panties were just covered in semen.  She wiped herself down with her white
socks, about the only items of clothing she had left which weren't
completely covered in spunk.
   Alf took all the semen soaked clothes from her and put them into a
plastic bag for later use.  He knew how much pleasure he would get over the
coming years, if he had that long, by holding these girly items of clothing
to his face - even ejaculating on them some more, perhaps.
   Kelly took the yellow cotton panties with little red hearts on that Alf
was offering her but badly needed a wash before she could put them on.  Alf
offered her the use of a small shower cubicle in the far corner of the
room, and she gladly accepted.
   "Don't think you can spend all night inthere, young lady - it comes off
the time we've got left, so there's no point in wasting time."
   Kelly walked across to the shower.  After all she had been through she
had very little shame left in front of these horrid men, but she did put an
old towel round herself.  She knew that many many pairs of eyes would be
watching her as she dropped the towel to the floor and stepped into the
shower.  She was right.  There were, along with cameras and camcorders.
   The soap was on the floor, and as she bent down to pick it up, there was
a further flurry of flashes from the camera, keen to photograph her exposed
bum.  In a very odd sort of way she was almost enjoying this bit.  Nobody
was hurting her, she was about to be able to clean off all the sticky,
smelly seminal fluid, and these men clearly adored her.  She rubbed soap on
her breasts, gently rubbing them clean.  These were the breasts of a
teenager, luscious, but still very small.  Each one could be cupped in a
man's hand.
   More camera flashes went off.  As she rubbed her body clean, she left,
of course, the best till last.  There was only one way to be sure of the
exquisite personal freshness and cleanliness that she needed to be sure of.
She sat in the shower tray, opened her legs, and sprayed herself with the
showerhead.  As she opened herself, there was the most amazingly erotic
sight of her open vagina filled almost to the brim with cum.  Some of it
had dribbled out of her as she had crossed the room, but so much spunk had
been jetted into her, and so deeply, that there was still plenty left
inside her.  One of the onlooking men wiggled his tongue at Kelly
suggestively.  She knew immediately what he wanted, and also knew that she
was powerless to stop any of these men doing exactly what they wanted with
her.
   She feigned a smile and let him go down on her.  Such joy was on his
poor old face!  Licking this young schoolgirl's cunt, all full of spunk, it
was beyond his wildest dreams.  Not everybody's cup of tea, surely, but he
was enjoying it so much - not that he was swallowing all the spunk, just
lapping it out of Kelly's sweet twat with his tongue and dribbling it onto
the floor of the shower.
   Kelly's bumhole was next for this elderly gentleman's special treatment.
He had never licked a young girl's bottom before, but couldn't resist the
chance now it was offered.  Gingerly at first, he put his tongue
apprehensively up to the rim of her sweet young anus.  Would it be nice to
lick, he asked himself.  Oh but it was, it was, so sweet, so scented, so
very very clean, especially after her shower.  Reassured, he stuck his
tongue right inside her little bottom hole, poking it in and out.  It was a
very tight fit indeed.  Finishing off by licking her all round her sweet
little bottom, the old gentleman finished himself off by standing up and
sticking his cock into Kelly mouth.
   "Suck me girlie, suck me till I cum down your throat."
   Once again, Kelly had no choice whatever but to do as she was told, so
she took this old gentleman's cock in her mouth and sucked it, allowing it
to slide right to the back of her throat till she was almost gagging. 
Suddenly it exploded in her mouth like a firework.  As he came in her mouth
the sperm shot out in thick white sticky jets of glue over her tongue.  She
swallowed hard, although some of his sticky seed was already trickling off
her tongue and down the back of her throat.  Allowing the girl to suck the
last drops of cum from his penis, he lay back exhausted.
   Kelly cleaned herself off again and was led back to the stage by Alf.
   "OK OK Kelly, time for some nice new clothes from Uncle's suitcase.  Now
then, what shall we wear?"
   Alf opened the suitcase again.  There were all sorts of clothes in it,
skirts, dresses, blouses, T shirts, panties, bras, shoes, socks, ties - the
lot in fact.  Kelly had only a towel round her, and was glad of the chance
to get any clothes at all on.  Alf took out a pretty pink dress.  It was
made of stretchy cotton and looked far too small for Kelly, but it was
really pretty, with a big red love heart at the top.
   "Here's a lovely `girly' little dress for you, Kelly.  Try this on."
   So Kelly tried it on, and although it was just a tiny bit small for her,
it still fitted pretty well.  She looked especially lovely in it, in fact,
because her breasts were still very small and it hugged her slender figure,
bringing out all her lovely slim curves.  She stood there for a moment,
pleased that she was getting so much attention from her lusting audience,
and looking very, very pretty.
   "How about some pretty little knickers to go with your dress, then,
Kelly, and perhaps some shoes?"
   Kelly fished around in the suitcase and pulled out a pack of 3 panties
that Alf had bought from Marks and Spencer.  They were all pretty ones
designed to appeal to teenage girls like Kelly, and the assistant had given
him a pretty odd look when he bought them.  What sort of a sad old perve
was this buying girls' knickers, she thought to herself.  Alf had explained
himself by saying they were for his granddaughter, but she hadn't really
believed him, and started whispering to another assistant as soon as he
slid away and out of the shop as quickly as he could.  He loved these
little shopping trips, and got a sort of buzz out of the strange looks he
used to get from shop assistants in places like Asda, Tesco and BHS as he
furtively thumbed his way through the girls panties, bras and other
clothes. He did much the same thing on market stalls, only the stallholders
weren't quite so tolerant of middle aged gentlemen feeling their way
through the girls underwear.  He had been told to "Fuck Off you pervert!"
on more than one occasion!
   Kelly held the panties against her one at a time, and finally chose a
pair of pale blue cotton ones with tiny little white daisies on.  She
slipped them demurely on under her pretty little pink stretchy cotton dress
and added a pair of knee-high white socks from the suitcase.  She looked so
pretty and demure, it seemed almost a shame to spoil her sweetness with any
more sordid acts - almost, that is, but not quite.
   Someone called up from the audience.
   "It's Pee Time.  Get her to wet her knickers."
   There were several murmurs of agreement.  Alf turned to Kelly and
explained that it was now Pee Time, and they wanted her to put on a
urination display for them to film and photograph.  That didn't bother her
at all - she had done that sort of thing before and actually quite liked
it. Funnily enough, she had started enjoying wetting her knickers when she
was a little girl, probably because of all the attention it got her, and it
still made her aroused several years later.
   Alf laid a large plastic sheet on the bed and Kelly climbed on again,
showing her nice clean new panties to the lusting audience as she did so.
She was starting to enjoy herself again now, and sat there with her fingers
in her mouth, looking all demure, but with her legs open and her knees
apart so that all the men could see right up her dress.  She playfully
popped her titties out of her dress and smiled sweetly as the bulges
started again under the men's trousers.  The audience drew closer round the
bed to watch, as she started to rub herself through her pale blue panties,
pushing the tight knickers inside her pussy, which was now starting to
juice itself up again.
   But this wasn't helping her to do what she knew the men wanted.  The
last thing she could do when she was playing with herself like this was to
wet her knickers!  She needed to concentrate.  Any girl who has tried to
pee anywhere other than in the loo will know how difficult it is at first -
almost as if the body was conditioned not to pee anywhere else!  And so it
was for Kelly - it took a minute or two to get the flow going.
   The men watched as she lay there, gently relaxing her cunt muscles so as
to let out the golden flow which she knew she had inside her bladder.  Then
it started, very slowly at first with just a trickle.  First there was just
a small wet patch on her tightly stretched knickers, the light blue cotton
becoming darker over an area about the size of a penny.  Then the wet patch
spread, still slowly, but very clearly, as Kelly's wee started to dribble
out of her little pisshole.
   She stopped - her panties still only slightly wet - and turned to the
audience.
   "Would one of you nice gentlemen perhaps like to help me to go to the
toilet?"
   Oh God, which one of them wouldn't?  Every man there stood up ready to
jump on the stage.
   "Oh no, I'm afraid there isn't room up here for all of you.  There can
only be one true helper, and I choose YOU."
   She pointed to a rather quiet man of about 50 who was standing towards
the back of the crowd.  She had noticed him earlier as someone who seemed a
bit shy, and thought he looked a nice man.
   "Me?  Do you mean me?"
   Kelly confirmed that he was in fact the chosen one, and the man
gratefully moved forward and climbed onto the stage.  Kelly knew that if
they wanted to all the men could get up there if they wanted, and if they
wanted to they could all fuck her, piss on her, even shit on her if they
wanted to - it was all laid down in the contract she had signed.  But
somehow she was regaining control, and she was doing it the way she always
got control, with her sexuality.
   "What's your name?"
   "Peter"
   "OK, Peter, what would you like to do to me?  I said I'd let you help me
go to the toilet, but is there anything else?"
   It was pretty obvious from the size of Peter's cock what he wanted to do
with Kelly, but he seemed a bit shy and she loved to tease.
   "Would you like to slip that cock up my tight little cunt, Peter?"
   Peter said he very much would like to do just that.  In fact he couldn't
think of anything nicer just at that moment, and his penis seemed to be
taking on a life of its own inside his trousers.
   Kelly moved over to him, stroked his bulging cock through his trousers,
and went on to unzip him.  As his penis emerged, hard and red, she licked
it several times, round and round, with her little pink tongue until he was
just on the point of orgasm.  Then she stopped, teasing.  He begged her not
to stop, but she had a much better surprise for him.  Telling him to lie on
the floor and look at the ceiling, she moved her body over his face, and
squatted over him, her panties hovering just over his face.  She did not
quite sit on his face but this was far nicer, and he could smell her wet
blue panties which she had just peed into.
   "Shall I do some more wee on you?"
   "Oh, yes, yes, yes please."
   So Kelly let herself relax yet again and allowed the pee to trickle out
of her urethra, through her panties, and all over this lucky man's face. 
As the golden rain dribbled over his face and into his waiting mouth, she
lowered herself just a little further onto him so that he could lick her
pussy as it shed its yellow load over him.  Oh God, he had never known such
happiness.  Kelly's hairless little cunt was wet and juicy, and so smooth
to the touch of his mouth and tongue.  She leaned forward to take his stiff
cock inside her mouth, and as he licked her cunt, she sucked his cock to
the point of orgasm.  Then, all at the same time, she allowed her cunt to
sink softly and slowly over his face as she gobbled up his penis in her
mouth for one last thrust.  As she let out the last of her girly pee over
his face, he came inside her mouth, such a huge, gushing orgasm as he had
never before had.  It shot inside her mouth and down her throat, soon
dripping out again through and over her open lips.
   She turned to the audience with a cheeky grin.
   "Any more requests, then?"
   There was a pause, and then someone muttered something about a Labrador.
She shuddered, then remembered the barking dog she had heard earlier. 
There was a general murmur of approval.  She felt sure she could hear
something scratching at the door.  No, surely not, no they wouldn't make
her do this.  The door opened, and a large black Labrador dog was allowed
into the room.

   Chapter 20

   As the Labrador dog entered the room, Kelly realised to her horror what
was going to happen next.  The dog was enormous, and Kelly felt so small
and vulnerable.  She still had on her pretty little pink cotton dress, her
knee-high white socks and her pale blue cotton knickers with the white
daisies.  Her panties were still wet from peeing herself, but she now
wanted to wet herself some more she was so frightened.
   The man who appeared to be handling the dog told her to kneel on the bed
with her legs apart.
   "No, no, no, she screamed - not that, no anything but that."
   But it was no use.  She tried to escape from the room, but they grabbed
her and dragged her back to the stage and threw her screaming onto the bed,
her dress riding up her young body exposing her pretty little white cotton
panties to all the men in the room again.  They were all stood round the
stage again now, clapping and cheering.  This was obviously the high spot
of the evening, and something they had all been waiting for.
   As she kicked and screamed they were taking still photos and videos of
her, mainly up her dress, and the dog man ripped her pink dress down from
the top so that both her breasts popped out.  There was another flurry of
photo action from the audience as her titties came into view, and yet
another one when the dog man pulled Kelly's panties aside and slipped his
middle finger into her, dipping it in and then licking it to taste her
sweet juices.
   The Labrador was very well trained in its speciality, and although it
was also very obedient and sitting like a good dog bedside its master, it
was whining as if it knew.  Its trainer took a handkerchief from his pocket
and, again holding Kelly's panties to one side, pushed it inside her cunt
and right up into her vagina.  As he pulled it slowly out again, he sniffed
it approvingly.  It was wet, and it smelt of girl cunt.  He held it out to
the Labrador, which grasped the handkerchief between its teeth and started
wagging its tail violently.  It knew there was a treat waiting for it, and
all it needed was the permission of its master.
   "OK boy - go for it!"
   These were the words it had been waiting for, and it knew what to do. 
Kelly had now been strapped to the bed by two of the men, and her legs were
wide apart.  The huge dog leapt for her, or more accurately for her pussy,
and started to lick her cunt like there was no tomorrow.  She could feel
its big soft tongue licking her everywhere, her labia, her clit, even
inside her vagina.  This dog was no novice - it knew exactly what it was
doing, and it clearly loved licking cunt.
   As Kelly watched in horror, appalled at what was happening to her, she
suddenly noticed the dog's penis starting to grow.  It was long and thick,
pointed at the end, and getting very red and shiny.  It was very obviously
enjoying licking Kelly's sweet tasting cunt (which wasn't surprising in
view of the training it had had from its owner) and getting sexually
aroused whilst it was doing it.  As it licked and lapped at Kelly's cunt
its cock was getting harder and harder, longer and longer, and redder and
redder.
   Kelly felt the dog's tongue slipping in and out of her little vagina,
and actually it felt quite nice.  The dog was enjoying it too, and it had
learned to poke its tongue right up inside the girl's cunt to get at the
very last drop of girly juices.  Kelly lay there, even though it was sort
of nice, ashamed and sobbing to have this big dog sticking its tongue up
her cunt and licking her out with all these men watching, and filming.
   She felt the hard tongue reaching right up inside her, and tickling her
clit as it moved in and out.  And as she watched, the dog's penis got
bigger and bigger and bigger.
   God, this dog was so well trained.  As it lapped up the last sex juices
from Kelly's cunt lips, it moved up her young body as if on autopilot and
put its paws over her shoulders.  Its penis was still big and hard and red,
and was now starting to dribble semen from the tip.  Some of the semen
dripped onto Kelly's panties, and some more dribbled into her pussy, which
was now wide open after the dog's licking.  She couldn't help wondering if
this huge animal might get her pregnant with its spunk, and whether she
might end up having some weird cross between a dog and a human.
   It was rubbing its cock against Kelly's pussy lips, but the angle wasn't
quite right to get it into her yet.  As it rubbed, though, more and more
semen was seeping out of the pointed end of its cock, and dribbling into
Kelly's vagina.  Its owner held its cock and guided it towards Kelly's
tight little cunt.  Not that the animal wouldn't eventually have found its
own way in, left to its own devices, but the men were impatient to see the
dog fully enter the girl as quickly as possible.  There wasn't that long
left of the time they had bought Kelly for, and they wanted to make the
very most of it.
   Holding Kelly's little blue knickers to one side with one hand, he had
greased the other hand with Vaseline and was rubbing the dog's penis
between his fingers to keep it fully erect and hard.  It yelped as he did
it, desperate to push itself deep into the girl's cunt.  He was just about
to guide it right in, when Kelly created a bit of a diversion by pissing
her panties again.  She was so frightened of what was going to happen next
that she just wet herself - and a golden yellow spurt of her urine almost
splashed the dog handler in the face.  It did spurt all over the Labrador's
black face, though, and in an instant it had pulled its cock from its
handler's hand, and was back down on Kelly again, licking her pussy and
trying to drink her wee as she wet panties with fear.
   The handler allowed the dog to continue licking up all of Kelly's pee
for 30 seconds or so, then rubbed its cock with both hands till it was
enormous and red - all engorged with blood.  Kelly just lay there crying
with fear, still tied to the bed with her legs wide apart.  The handler
once again pulled her wet panties to one side, and this time expertly
slipped the dog's penis deftly into her open cunt.  Her vaginal opening was
only small, and her vagina was still very tight, but somehow the dog
managed to penetrate her and with both paws over her shoulders it began to
ram its cock quickly in and out of Kelly's cunt.
   As the dog's long thick red cock entered her vagina, Kelly shuddered
with disgust at what she had allowed these men to do to her.  Here she was,
in a Croydon back street, effectively being raped by a large black Labrador
dog, and for all she knew there was still more depravity to come later
before these men had finished with her.  The dog certainly made up with
energy what it lacked in finesse, and as she lay there, silent, she could
hear its doggy breath panting furiously in her ears.  It couldn't take
long, could it?  All around her she could see the flash of the cameras as
several of the men focussed in on shots of the dog's penis violating
Kelly's cunt.  Camcorders purred away too, and she couldn't help wondering
what would happen to all these videos of her being fucked by a dog.  Maybe
these men would just keep the videos hidden away at home, and get them out
to masturbate to occasionally, or maybe they got them out to show their
wives.  That would be weird, she thought, husband and wife sitting there
together watching her being fucked by this large black Labrador.  The
husband would be saying something like `look that young girl's obviously
enjoying it, why don't I just get Rover in here and get him to fuck you
too?'
   Then her thoughts got weirder as the dog pumped its cock in and out of
her, spilling its semen inside her, but not yet quite at its climax.  What
if her mother and father got hold of it?  Maybe they'd get off at the sight
of their young daughter being penetrated by an animal, and maybe her own
father would try to make her have sex with another dog while he watched. 
Maybe he'd be the one guiding the dog's cock into his daughter's vagina
next time, rubbing its penis to keep it rock hard, lubricating his
daughter's cunt with KY Jelly before helping it to fuck her.  God, she
thought, this was sick, but she couldn't get the image out of her mind, and
then she realised why she'd started on this strange chain of thought.  At
the very back of the room, almost hiding in the shadows, she'd noticed a
somewhat younger man, possibly in his early thirties, furtively trying to
get some shots of her with a very long zoom lens.  He had a beard and
moustache, and had a hat pulled down over his head, but he somehow reminded
her of her father.  That must have been what set off the very peculiar of
thought in her head.
   Then she saw him again, a little closer this time, and she noticed on
his forehead, which the hat was no longer properly covering, a small
cluster of freckles just above his right eye.
   Oh shit!  This couldn't be happening to her.  She had known and loved
that little cluster of freckles ever since she was a very little girl. 
They formed a sort of moon shape over his eye, and as she gazed at the
freckles, she realised that under all this disguise this was none other
than her own father.  He had no idea that she had recognised him, thinking
that his disguise would hide his identity, but he had made the mistake of
being drawn too close to his daughter for her not to recognise him.
   All night long he had been lurking in the background, hiding in the
shadows, watching and filming as his young daughter was raped, buggered,
fucked, filmed, photographed and generally abused.  He had watched her
pissing in her panties, and actually taken zoom close up shots of the pee
squirting out of her cunt.  He had watched as two men fucked her, one up
the cunt and one up her bottom.  He had watched as she had had semen
squirted into her mouth, her vagina, and indeed all over her.  And now he
was watching and filming as this huge black Labrador dog pumped its large
cock into his small daughter, its semen spilling from her vagina as it
pounded into her.
   "Daddy - what are you doing here?", she called out.
   She had no doubt that it was him, and he in turn had no doubt that he
had been found out.
   "It's alright, Daddy - I don't mind.  Come a bit closer and watch. 
Really - it's OK."
   He hesitated.  How could he possibly admit to his daughter that he had
been watching her being fucked by a dog - and all the other things he had
watched her do, and filmed?  On the other hand, she now knew he was here,
and there wasn't much he could do about it.  So why not?  He had been
getting some sort of sick pleasure all night watching Kelly, this little
girl he had cherished and looked after from the time she was a little baby.
And now this.  How could she ever forgive him?
   He moved closer to her, passing through the audience of old men, who
stood back to let him through, realising that he had a special right to be
with the girl.  The dog was not at all appreciative of the drama unfolding
around it, and continued its frenzied fucking of Kelly's tight young cunt,
still squirting out dog sperm, but still trying to achieve its final
climax.
   Kelly put out her hand to her Daddy and whispered softly to him that it
was alright.
   "Daddy, really I don't mind.  I sort of half guessed ages ago that you
loved me in a `special' way, and you know I love you too."
   She had always been jealous of the relationship her father had with her
mother, and this seemed like her best chance yet to get her own back on her
mother.
   "Who's the prettiest, then, Daddy?  Is it Mummy, or is it me?"
   "Oh God, Kelly, you know I love you the best, and you know you're the
prettiest.  I've always dreamed of seeing you like this, but it seemed so
sick, and I knew it wasn't right.  Then I found out about this special
evening, and I thought I could make sure you didn't see me.  I'm so sorry
it's worked out like this."
   "Oh but Daddy, it really is OK, and it's sort of nice having you here to
look after me.  Do you want to kiss me?"
   He was drawn to her like a kitten to a ball of string.  Carefully
avoiding the dog, which was still pumping away at Kelly, he moved to kiss
his young daughter on the lips.  He could taste the saltiness of the sperm
that he had seen shot into her earlier, but he had not imagined how sexy
that kiss was going to be.  She drew him into her mouth, sucking and at the
same time poking her little tongue into his mouth.  He put his own tongue
inside his daughter's mouth, and could not believe how good it felt to be
kissing a young girl again after so many years.  His cock was hard, harder
perhaps than the Labrador's, and he so wanted to push it into her.
   Kelly was now so aroused by the dog's thrusting penis and her father's
deep kissing that she wanted them both at the same time.
   "Oh fuck me Daddy - fuck me, fuck me hard."

   Chapter 21

   Suddenly, the Labrador climaxed.  It had been pushing itself deeper and
deeper into Kelly's cunt as she deep kissed her father, and was yelping
with excitement as it sensed that it was about to shoot its load into her.
The men from the club stood round the three of them snapping and filming
like there was no tomorrow, recording for posterity (and their pervy little
porn collections which they kept deeply hidden away from prying eyes on
their hard drives) this sordid scene of a young girl being at the same time
tongued by her Dad and deep shafted by a big black Labrador dog.
   As it climaxed, it shot thick jets of creamy dog cum shooting up inside
Kelly's tight cunt, and immediately afterwards it lost its erection and
lost interest in the girl.  Flopping out on the floor by her, its cock slid
out of Kelly, allowing a rivulet of doggy semen to flood out of her pussy
and onto the bed.
   As the dog was losing interest, though, her father was rapidly losing
control of himself.  Lost in the deep kiss he was enjoying with his
daughter, he was almost unaware that his cock, now very hard indeed with
excitement, was finding its own way almost towards her sweet pussy.  She
took it gently in her hand.  Kelly had often wondered what it would be like
to have sex with her own father, but more out of idle curiosity than
anything else.  She never dreamed that the opportunity would present
itself, and thought that she was quite sick for even thinking about it.
   But here she was, lying on a dirty bed in a seedy house in Croydon,
doggy semen dripping out of her cunt, holding her Daddy's penis in her
hand. Not quite the way she would have expected things to turn out, but in
a way quite fortunate.  She knew she would never have had this chance at
home, and the sordid squalidness of the surroundings somehow made the whole
thing much more exciting.
   Still deep kissing her father, exchanging saliva with him in a most
unsuitable way for father and daughter, she guided his erect penis deftly
towards her hairless little cunt.  His cock was oozing pre-cum, excited as
he was at the prospect of fucking his slutty little daughter.  He had
dreamed for a long time of doing this, but had never dared tell anyone of
his desires, least of all Kelly.  He had wanted at first just to touch her,
and unknown to Kelly, he had already done just that.  Often, once she had
grown up, when she had been asleep in her bed at night, he had waited until
she was asleep, then he had slipped his hands under the bedclothes and felt
her body lying there, warm and yielding.  At least, he had always thought
he had been doing it without her knowledge - she had been asleep, hadn't
she?
   Not so, not so.  Yes, she had often been asleep when he had done it, but
not always.  Sometimes she had heard him come into her room, and, knowing
very well what he was looking for, she had just pretended to be asleep. 
The hands had slipped under the sheets, feeling for her breasts, her flat
tummy and her sweet little quim, but secretly, realising only too well what
was happening, she had parted her legs imperceptibly.  Little did her
father know, as he carried out his sordid fantasies on his young daughter,
that she was secretly helping him to complete them.  As his hand slipped
under the sheets, lightly fondling her breasts and nipples, it quickly
moved to what he felt was the centre of the action - her sweet little cunt.
As she parted her legs, gently, without arousing his attention, his hand
was able to slip between them.  Slowly, so as not to wake her, he moved his
hand up her legs until it reached her hairless little quim.  As his hand
touched against the smooth skin of her cunt and felt her slit, his cock
became hard and the pre-cum started to ooze into his pants.  With her legs
apart, she waited for his fingers to slip inside her cunny lips, and she
was not disappointed.  Slowly but deliberately he put his middle finger
inside and up Kelly's tight but wet vagina, and as he did so he came inside
his pants, spurting cum out of his cock with love for his young daughter.
She had smiled in her `sleep' when she realised what she had made him do.
   But now this was for real - she was fully awake, and she intended to
savour this moment forever.  She guided his hard Daddy penis into her
waiting cunt, still deep kissing him as she did so.  He groaned with
emotion, an odd mixture of lust, guilt and raw emotion.  Her cunt was
tighter than he had expected it to be, and she gripped his cock tightly as
he began to penetrate her.  It seemed to take forever for him to push his
cock deep inside her, but it could only have been a few seconds.  But what
a few seconds those were.  As his thick cock thrust in and out of her, he
felt such pleasure as he had never felt before in his life.  Kelly lay
back, as her father continued to kiss her deeply, their tongues flicking
together.  His large hands cupped her small breasts, and he squeezed them
tightly as his cock penetrated her hole.
   She felt so good as her Daddy's penis slid in and out of her.  She knew
full well the pleasure she was bringing him, and it felt good.  Suddenly,
it was almost over, too soon, too soon.  His cock gave a giant spasm and he
pulled it out of her, quivering at the entrance to her sweet quim.  It was
as if it was all in slow motion.  Without any more effort from him, or from
the girl, his cock just twitched very slightly, and suddenly shot a load of
his sticky white semen jetting into her open cunt - a distance of just a
few centimetres.  Her cunt gaped open, full of his spunk, but she wanted
him inside her again to finish the job off.  She knew that she had little
time, and pulled him down onto her quickly, slipping his still erect cock
up her cunt once more.  Three or four deep thrusts were enough, and she
came with an orgasm like she had never known before.  His cock subsided,
slipped out of his daughter's hole, and a flood of semen spilled onto the
sheets.
   As she lay back, exhausted, her Daddy felt safe in trying out one more
fantasy he had always wanted to try with Kelly.  No longer capable of an
erection, he had still not quite sated his sexual appetite, and desperately
wanted to lick Kelly's sweet cunt.  She sensed what he wanted, and opened
her pussy for him invitingly with her fingers.  Her panties were by her on
the bed, and he fingered them gently, putting them to his nose to smell
them.  As if they were not smelly enough for him, he gently and carefully
pushed them, little by little, inside Kelly's open pussy and into her
vagina.  Oh it felt so nice for both of them as he did that.  She could
feel the panties bulking up inside her, giving her a very satisfied full
feeling, and her Dad had the satisfied feeling of watching his daughter's
pale blue cotton knickers with the tiny little white daisies on
disappearing slowly inside her sweet little cunt.
   He started to pull them out and was immediately joined by two more men
from the audience, both clearly wanting to fuck Kelly some more.  They
helped him to pull out the knickers, now soaking wet with a mixture of
Kelly's juices and her father's spunk.  As they slowly pulled, something
triggered off her bladder, and Kelly started to pee again, soaking her
panties even more.  Her Dad watched the pee coming out of her and put his
mouth to her opening.  She let go of some more pee into his waiting mouth,
knowing that this was the most loving thing she could do for him right now.
He looked at her lovingly, almost questioningly.  She knew immediately what
he wanted, and nodded to him to go ahead.
   As she looked up at him, he started to pee on her, first on her face,
then on her titties, then finally splashing it over her labia and her
hairless cunt.  She opened herself again, allowing him to put his cock just
inside her vagina and let his piss squirt inside her.  As he did this, the
two men joined in the game and started to pee all over Kelly from head to
toe, showering her in a smelly warm stream of yellow pee.  She didn't seem
to mind, and playfully offered her tight little bum hole to her father as
the men showered it with wee.  He would have loved to slip his cock into
that tight little brown hole, but it was beyond his powers.  She felt him
trying to slip it into her, beyond the sensitive ring that his cock was
toying with, but it just wouldn't go in beyond the rim.
   The other two men needed no second chance, and as one took her from
behind the other slipped his hard cock up her vagina.  Her father watched,
enthralled, as these two men shafted his daughter, one cock in each hole.
   "Come on Daddy - let me suck you".
   This was a cry he had often dreamed of, and although his cock had become
flaccid, he did not need to be asked twice.  So Kelly's three holes were
all occupied very fully - a cock in her cunt, another up her bumhole, and
her Daddy's penis now rapidly growing inside her cute little mouth.  The
crowd of men gathered around watching, cameras flashing and camcorders
purring.  This sweet young girl now looked anything but sweet as she was
shafted by two complete strangers and her father, all at the same time.  As
she sucked at her father's cock it grew harder and harder, until he knew
that he would be able to cum again in his pretty young daughter.
   "Synchronise, synchronise".
   This was a familiar call to the two men fucking Kelly, and they
explained to Kelly's Dad what it meant.  It was simply that they all had to
try to cum at exactly the same time, so that the photographers could get
the best possible pictures and videos.  It wasn't too difficult to achieve
either, as all three were almost at the point of orgasm.  It was never
possible to get it exactly right, but they weren't far off the mark.  The
guy fucking Kelly's arsehole was first, mainly because it was such a tight
fit inside her little brown hole.  Arching his back, he forced his cock as
deep inside her arse as he could get it, till Kelly screamed at him that he
was hurting her.  He pulled back a little, and started to dip his cock
quickly in and out of her little hole, all the time exciting the tip of his
penis to such an extent that it swelled up, almost as if it were itself
filled with cum.  The pre-cum came first, just a few drops, and then, in a
sudden gush, the main event - with a low groan he shot his load just inside
Kelly's quivering brown hole, splashing it into her anal cavity and around
its entrance.
   The other man thrusting himself into Kelly's cunt came next, but only
about a second later, and as the tip of his cock spewed out thick creamy
jets of cum inside Kelly's vagina, his cock met that of the other man for a
few seconds.  Together, the two cocks continued to spew out messy cum all
over Kelly's private parts, gushing spunk into her cunt, into her
bottomhole, and dribbling it all over her pussy area.  She really was a
sight to be seen, covered in spunk, and with semen dripping from both her
holes.
   It could have been no more than a second later that her father came. 
Watching at such close range the other two men cum inside his daughter had
been an exciting experience for him, and one that he would never forget. 
Kelly continued to suck his penis throughout the whole of the show, and as
she drew her mouth tighter and tighter around her father's cock, the
sensation became more and more exquisite for him.  As she started to fondle
his balls gently, the sensation was suddenly too much to bear, and he shot
his load into her sweet little mouth.  Oh that felt so good to her, and she
swallowed his jizz down with pleasure.  He shot out another jet, which
splashed against her throat.  She swallowed that too, smiling.  Yet another
jet hit her full in the face, splashing into her right eye, and one final
spurt shot into her mouth, rebounding off her tongue and dribbling down her
chin.
   He was satisfied.  He had fucked his young daughter, and now she had
sucked him off till he had cum all over her sweet face.  Oh but this was so
good.
   But not as good as the sound that Kelly heard next.  First it was the
blue flashing lights that could be seen through the blinds in the sordid
room, then there was the sound of banging downstairs.  Someone was trying
to break the door down, and all the men in the room knew who it was.  So
did Kelly.  This was her chance to finally be free of these men, although
she had to admit that it had given her the chance to fuck her dear Daddy.
   All the men in the shabby room were disappearing very fast, but it was
too late.  It was a police raid, and the first thing they found as they
entered the room was Kelly, covered in her father's cum, and various other
men standing around her with their cocks dripping with semen.  They thought
at first it was rape, and draped a towel round poor Kelly, trying to
comfort her as she started to cry.
   In a sense, of course, it was - but Alf had made sure the agreement was
safely kept, very safely kept.

   Chapter 22

   It was some time later, and the court case was out of the way.  Several
of the men involved in what had become known as the camera club case had
been successfully prosecuted for rape, and Kelly's father had been found
guilty of rape and incest.
   Kelly herself had quite enjoyed her appearances in court giving
evidence, and had noticed that the judge presiding over the trial had been
especially helpful to her, bending over backwards to see that she was OK.
She half wondered whether he fancied her, but dismissed the idea as
ridiculous.
   It was not as ridiculous as she thought, though, and the fault lay
clearly with her lawyer, James Baker.  He and his wife had been family
friends for as long as she could remember.  Although an older man now, and
well towards retirement, she remembered him coming to the house from time
to time to explain various legal matters, and he had always bought her a
small present.  When she was little it had been some sweets, or a doll or a
small toy, and as she had grown up it had been things like make up sets,
pop CDs, videocassettes, and things like that.
   He had always been very nice to her, calling her his `special little
princess' from an early age.  Despite being married, he had no children
himself, and regarded Kelly as the daughter he had always wanted.  Uncle
James, as she called him, had a formidable wife by the name of Joan, who he
always seemed a bit scared of.  So was Kelly, and she never had the same
relationship with Joan that she had with her Uncle James.
   "For goodness sake leave that child alone" seemed to be her constant
complaint whenever James spent any time with Kelly.
   "You spend more time with that child than you do with me".
   If only.  James had been married to Joan for longer than he cared to
remember.  She had once been an attractive woman, but that had been a long
time ago, and James no longer saw her as remotely sexual.  Kelly, on the
other hand, had always been very pretty, and unlike Joan she loved her
uncle dearly - maybe because he bought her presents, but it wasn't just
that.  Joan was very jealous of the relationship that they had together. 
There had certainly never been anything sexual in it when Kelly had been a
child, but as she grew up she became aware that she could charm her old
uncle in a way that she had never realized would be possible.
   She had always sat on his lap since she was little, while he read
stories to her, and she never really thought too much about it when he
continued to encourage her to sit on his lap as she grew older.  He would
sometimes pick her up from school in his smart new sports cars (how she
loved that, and how she boasted about her `rich new boyfriend') and drive
her home.  Nobody would be there at that time, and she would sort of
pretend that they were girlfriend and boyfriend - it was a nice sort of
fantasy to her.  Again, nothing sexual, or so she thought, in that all she
ever did was give him tea and biscuits and sit on his knee in her school
uniform.
   Oh, so naïve - if she had only known the effect this was having on him.
She used to start off sitting on the sofa opposite him, unaware that
because it was a low sofa he spent most of his time looking at her panties.
They would start off chatting, she would tell him about her day at school,
and it would always end up with her sitting on his knee `for a little
cuddle from uncle'.  She thought nothing of it because that was the way it
had always been.
   As she got older she started to realise, though, that she was having
quite an impact on her old uncle.  She soon realised that if she wriggled
on his lap in a certain kind of way, he got pretty worked up and she could
feel his penis growing under her little fanny.
   "What's that, Uncle?" she would say to him naively, really knowing full
well what it was.
   "Oh, it's nothing", he would reply.
   "Don't worry about it - it's just Uncle's winkie getting a bit hard. 
They do that when you get to my age and someone as pretty as you is sitting
on their lap.  It knows what a cute little slit you've got under that dress
and it's just trying to wriggle its way in to keep warm."
   That was more or less exactly what was said the first time she became
aware of his cock rubbing against her outer lips, but the conversation went
much the same way on later occasions as well.  She rather liked playing the
part of the young innocent girl, and he found it a real turn on.
   One day, he picked her up on her way home from school.  It was a safe
enough area, really, but there were was nobody about and he told her she'd
be safer with him.  As she slipped into the seat next to him in the car, he
couldn't help but notice her sweet white cotton panties - an essential part
of her school uniform, and inspected every day by her teacher.
   He saw it as part of his job to make sure that the girls were wearing
the regulation knickers, and every so often, after he had called the
register, he would make each girl go up to his desk, lift up her skirt and
show him her panties.  He would inspect the panties very carefully,
obviously checking the colour first.  That was the easy bit, though it was
surprising how once or twice a term one of the girls turned up wearing the
wrong sort of panties.
   Kelly remembered how her friend Susan had once worn her blue games
knickers to school, thinking she could save time by not having to change
into them when it was the PE lesson.  She didn't think the teacher would do
a panty check, because he had only done one the day before, so she thought
she'd be alright.  Unfortunately not, though.
   "OK girls, I need to check that you're all wearing your white school
panties.  One at a time, please, line up at my desk."
   Susan knew she was in trouble as soon as she heard those words.  Sitting
there at her desk, she wriggled uncomfortably and began to wet herself. 
Fortunately for her, only a small amount of pee trickled into her knickers,
so when she got up to go to the front of the classroom no one could see
what she had done, because her skirt was still dry (well, anyway, damp).
   "Good morning, Susan.  It's hardly worth my having to check your
knickers - you're such a good girl, I know you'll have your usual nice
clean white cotton panties on."
   The girls didn't realize the sexual thrill this old teacher got out of
inspecting their knickers, but they really should have known better.  For
years he had been getting away with it, in some way or other, and as he got
older he got steadily worse.  He had started off many years ago as a young
student teacher, relatively normal at that time, with a young wife.  As
they both grew older, she satisfied him less and less, and the attractions
of the girls in his class grew greater and greater.  It had started
innocently enough, in that he couldn't resist looking at the girls in the
playground, but when his wife started to bore him, sexually, his obsession
started to go further and further.  But wait a minute........this is a
whole new chapter on its own!  This is supposed to be about Kelly and her
dirty old Uncle James.  Back to the story.
   So she was in the car with Uncle James, on her way home from school. 
All the others had already gone home, and as he looked in his mirror he
could see that there were no people about.  There was a field to one side
of the road, and woods to the other.  He spotted her little white panties
as she sat down - hardly any surprise, as she had deliberately let her pink
gingham dress ride up to give him a good view of them.  Coyly, she
pretended that she was shocked to see him looking at her panties, and put
her hand over them as if to cover them up.  She knew that the sight of her
actually touching her panties would send him wild - and it did.
   "Kelly, I'm sorry", said this eminent lawyer, worried that he might be
getting himself into trouble.
   "I really wasn't trying to look up your dress, it just sort of
happened".
   Kelly was still looking very upset, and covering her panties with her
hands (and at the same time, wickedly opening her knees so that he could
see right up her dress).  He could almost smell that sweet young pussy, and
the more she covered her panties with her hands the more he wanted to see
what she was hiding and touch her.
   She moved her hands and slowly pulled her dress down in an erotic,
provocative way.  She knew he had seen too much, and he knew he had to see
more of her.  As she pulled her dress down, she somehow sent out the signal
to him that she had been teasing him after all.  Her fingers brushed again
against her clean white panties, but in a very sexual way that he could not
mistake.
   "Kelly, I do believe you're deliberately trying to tease me, you naughty
little girl.  You know that Uncle loves you very much, but you really
shouldn't do that - it might tempt me into doing things we both know I
shouldn't be doing."
   Kelly pulled her dress down properly and looked all demure.
   "Oh, Uncle, I am sorry.  I know I shouldn't have behaved like that.  I
just couldn't help myself."
   She sucked her forefinger and looked down at the floor of the car,
coquettishly.
   James Baker looked at her.  His cock was as stiff as a poker inside his
trousers, and although he knew it was very wrong he could not help himself
from lusting after the body of his young `niece'.  Kelly wriggled again in
the car seat, knowing that squirming her little bottom would make him want
her even more.  Her legs splayed open again, once again letting the folds
of her gingham dress drop back to open herself fully to his gaze.  She sat
back in the seat and exposed herself shamelessly, her panties now moist
with her girly juices.
   He was lost - hopelessly lost.  He was putty in her hands, and she knew
that she could do as she pleased with him from the moment she saw that look
in his eyes.  He stared at her open legs, her panties, her brazenly
displayed, only barely covered genitals.  He could make out the shape of
her labia through the stretched white cotton and he wanted her, oh so badly
did he want her.
   Kelly slipped her hand inside her panties, put one finger inside her
vagina, pulled it out again and offered in to her `Uncle'.
   "Do you want to smell my finger, Uncle?  You saw me put it inside my
vagina, and now it's all wet with cunt juice - you can suck it if you like.
Am I your pretty little girl?  Oh I'm so naughty, do you want to be my
wicked Uncle, like in the videos?"
   James knew perfectly well what she meant about the videos.  He had
visited Kelly quite often over a period of time, and as she got older he
found it more and more difficult being with her without making an utter
fool of himself.  She knew that he was besotted with her, but try as he
might, she managed to keep him at bay by pretending that she didn't
understand what was going on.  He worshipped the ground she walked on, and
it had even reached the stage of his smelling the seats of chairs after she
had been sitting in them - after she had left the room of course.  He just
wanted to get an idea of how her pretty little cunt and bottom might smell.
   He had actually managed to sneak a pair of her panties out of her
bedroom once.  Kelly had gone to the newsagents, leaving James downstairs
reading a newspaper, but as soon as she had gone he was up in her bedroom
like a flash.  There was nobody in the house so he had plenty of time.  Her
bedroom - this was the holy of holies to him.  This was where Kelly slept,
where she spent most of her time, and, he thought, where she was almost
certain to masturbate.  He imagined her lying on the bed, sweet little pink
lovehearts nightdress pulled up to her waist, exposing her little hairless
pussy and holding it open with her fingers.  As she held it open, he
imagined her inserting the handle of a hairbrush inside her cunt, pushing
it in hard, as far as it would go, until she came.  As she came, her girly
juices dribbled out of her cunt, and flowed out onto her bedsheets, and
James imagined himself to be there, with her, but watching her from inside
the wardrobe.
   He pulled himself together.  He had come up here for a reason, to win
for himself a pair of her sweet panties.  He paused, touching his head
against the sheets on her bed, smelling the aroma she had left behind, all
scented and girly.  He moved his face down the bed to where he thought her
cunt would have rested, and he thought he could even see a little stain on
the sheets.  Nothing too pronounced, just the slightest evidence of where
she had `leaked' a little in the night.  He sniffed in deeply, savouring
the musky smell of her sheets and her wee.
   But it was time to find her panties - a bit difficult in the mess of a
young girl's bedroom.  There were books, dolls, teddy bears and clothes
scattered all over her room, some clean but mostly dirty.  He picked up a
tiny white skirt and held it to his face.  It smelt of girl, and he loved
that, all scented and sweet.  He wanted to touch all her clothes and smell
them.  Then he saw the prize he had been looking for - a small hoard of
dirty panties just thrown into the corner of the room.  How could she treat
such wonderful objects with such disdain, he thought to himself, not able
to appreciate that to Kelly they did not have the same magical significance
that they did to a man.  He picked up a pair of plain white cotton ones and
drank deeply of their girly smell.  Oh it was heaven to be in this girl's
room, sniffing her dirty knickers like this.  There was a streak of very
pale yellow inside the panties where Kelly had wet herself slightly.  She
often did this in class at school, just because it felt nice as the warm
wee trickled into her panties.  As she sat there in class, she felt wet and
warm and, above all, naughty, as she wet herself, though she had to make
sure that she didn't do so much that she got noticed.  There was always
just a faint smell of wee too, but as she only did a little the smell was
always sweet and never stale.
   James was incredibly aroused by the sight of the pee-stained knickers,
and of course had to smell them deeply.  They smelt so lovely, a mixture of
girly scent and sweet smelling pee, and they looked just beautiful - pure
virginal white, with just a splash of piss stain.  He pocketed them and
continued looking through the dirty panties in the corner.  There were so
many to choose from, the dirty girl.
   It was in here that he first got the idea of the video.

   Chapter 23

   The video thing had started after James had first got a camcorder.  He
had done all the usual things with it, filming holidays, the house, the
garden, usual stuff.  His wife Joan had never been prepared to allow him to
film them having sex (not that they did it very often) but he had once
managed to rig the camera up to film them but so that she couldn't see the
lens.  It hadn't been a great success - most of it had been out of focus or
out of shot, but he had enjoyed the thrill of being videoed having sex.
   Then he got the idea of filming Kelly and her friend Susan.  Why didn't
he take them out for the day to Alton Towers and video them going on the
rides?  He might hit lucky and get a few good bits of them with their
skirts flying up in the air.
   Kelly and Susan were really excited at the thought of a day at Alton
Towers, but they both knew what `Uncle James' was like.  They knew he
wanted to try out his new camcorder on them, and they decided to dress
appropriately.  Little white cotton dresses, white ankle socks, pretty
little pink panties - they knew exactly how to get him (and every other
male in the park) worked up, and they started as soon as they got in his
car.  They wanted to sit together in the back of the car for company, which
James didn't mind at all when he realised the view he'd be getting.  As
there were two of them there could be no question of having one of them sit
next to him, so he could accidentally touch as they drove along, so this
was the next best thing.
   After a couple of miles, Kelly whispered something to Susan and they
started to giggle helplessly in the back seat.  James found the sight of
these two young girls giggling incredibly erotic, mainly because as they
giggled and rolled about on the back seat their dresses lifted up and
exposed their panties.  They had both decided to wear pretty little pink
panties - Kelly's were just plain, but Susan's had little ladybirds on. 
James's cock grew hard as he watched these girls in his mirror, their sweet
little panties coming into view under their dresses.
   He imagined what it would be like to press his face against Susan's
panties and breathe deeply as she opened her legs wide.  But he had to
concentrate on the road.  This was not helping them to get there safely,
and it was a long way to go.  He stopped looking in the mirror.  But, he
thought, this was going to be a day to remember.  It was starting well.
   From time to time as they travelled towards Alton Towers James would
look into his rear view mirror.  Sometimes because he needed to, for the
traffic, and sometimes because he wanted to, for the girls.  There was the
occasional glimpse of panties, but by and large the girls had calmed down.
They both knew, though, exactly what this day was all about, and they also
knew that Uncle James was a very generous uncle if treated right.  They
were certainly going to treat him right.  That wasn't in doubt.
   At last they arrived, and drove to the enormous car park.  It was a
beautiful sunny day, but late in the season and the park was none too busy.
The two girls should have been at school, but just one day wouldn't matter.
They weren't doing anything really important at school, and a day out would
do them good - or so their parents thought.  If only they knew about James
and his camcorder!
   As the girls got out of the car they allowed poor James a lengthy flash
of their little pink knickers, smiling sweetly as they did so.  He laughed
and said he'd better have his camera ready for them next time.  He thought
he saw a small damp patch on Susan's panties and made a mental note to
check it out further at the first opportunity.  They walked together to the
monorail, James all the time looking around at the girls in their short
skirts and dresses.  This was like heaven to him.  He set his camcorder and
started filming, pretending to be filming Kelly and Susan, but managing to
get any other girls in that he could.  He was incorrigible.
   They got onto the train, and found themselves in seats which weren't
overlooked by anyone.  James sat opposite the girls, and started the camera
again.
   It was Kelly who made the suggestion.
   "Uncle James..........would you like us to make it a really special day
for you?"
   She whispered this ever so quietly and ever so sweetly to him, at the
same time parting her legs slightly so that he could see up her dress. 
Susan opened her legs slightly as wee - they had obviously rehearsed this.
   "How do you mean Kelly, dear, `special day'?  I'm not quite with you -
this is going to be a special day for all of us."
   "No, Uncle, I mean really special!"
   Kelly licked her finger and slipped it under her dress, inside her
panties, and into her vagina.  Taking it out again, she slipped it equally
deftly between Susan's legs, inside her panties and into her vagina. 
Taking it out again, she touched the now magical finger gently on James'
bottom lip.  He shivered with excitement.
   "You see what I mean Uncle?"
   He sure did.
   Susan spoke, again in a gentle whisper.
   "Mr Baker, we don't get a lot of pocket money, and some more would be
very nice.  Perhaps you could help us, and we'll help you?  Would £50
spending money for the two of us be OK?  In return, you can video us
however you want, and maybe for another £50 we could be specially `nice' to
you.  We don't mind, do we Kelly?"
   Kelly nodded and the two girls cuddled up to one another and started to
kiss.  It was as well nobody could see them as they slipped their cute
little tongues into each other's mouths and started to finger each other's
cunts.  It had exactly the desired effect on James, who said he would be
delighted to help them out with their pocket money problems.  Nothing would
give him greater pleasure in fact!
   Susan grinned - she hadn't realized it would be quite this easy.  Her
middle finger was wet with the juices from Kelly's cunt, and she held it
out to James to sniff.  He smelled the sweet girly cunt and licked the
finger clean, tasting the sweetly scented girl-cum.  Pulling two £50 notes
from his wallet, he handed them to the two girls with a lascivious grin. 
This was going to be such a good day.
   They got off the monorail shortly after this agreement had been reached,
and joined the queue which was starting to form for the ticket kiosks.  The
sun was shining, and there were lots of girls there in pretty summer
dresses.  Kelly and Susan had this fantasy idea that it might be fun if
they persuaded one of them to have a little fun with them, and play a
little trick on Uncle James at the same time.  There was a really pretty
girl with freckles and long ginger hair standing with her parents looking
pretty miserable.  Kelly thought she new why the girl looked so unhappy and
went across to talk to her.  Her parents were old looking, dressed in funny
old-fashioned clothes, and they looked terribly serious about the whole
thing.  As Susan watched, she saw the girl look visibly brighter as she
talked to her parents with Kelly.
   The father was shaking his head, but Susan caught a few words from the
mother - something about being scared of the rides.  The mother looked much
happier than the father, and was nudging him as if to try to persuade him
to agree with his daughter.  Whatever it was, it obviously worked, because
in seconds the girl was standing talking with Kelly and the parents were
talking together.  Kelly went back to Susan and her uncle, the girl went
back to her parents, and Uncle James knew nothing of what was going on.
   The kiosks opened, James bought the tickets, and they went into the
park, heading for what Kelly and Susan reckoned to be the best ride in the
park - Oblivion.  James watched their tight little bums as they walked
along just in front of him.  He had a feeling they'd hatched some plan or
other from the way they were talking, but he hadn't noticed them with the
ginger-haired girl so he didn't know quite what.  Meanwhile the
ginger-haired girl, who was always known as Patsy amongst her friends
(because she looked so like a younger version of Patsy Palmer) had left her
parents and was on her way to Oblivion to get there ahead of the other
three.
   They all reached the ride at much the same time, and Patsy stood in
front of them in the queue.  She was wearing a very short denim skirt and a
pink top.  With her long ginger hair she looked so very pretty, and James
was very aware of her.  Susan and Kelly knew what all this was about, and
watched James watching Patsy.  As they passed through the inside bit at the
head of the queue, Patsy turned towards them.  She looked so gawky and
ungainly, almost anorexic yet so pretty.  She smiled at James and bobbed
down on one knee to do up the laces in her shoe.  His heart raced - would
she?  Yes, she would.  As he watched, her panties became clearly visible.
She seemed not to notice that as she bobbed down her skirt was open to his
lust, and that her yellow cotton panties were very much on display.  For
what seemed like ages he gazed at her yellow panties, with just a hint of
cunt under them.  She very obviously had no pubic hair, and he could see
the outline of her labia through her panties.  Her panties were moist - it
was a warm day and she had been running.  Then she noticed him looking up
her skirt, staring at her moist yellow panties, noticing how the moistness
showed off her cunnylips, noticing too how her cunnylips had parted
slightly as she parted her legs.  He saw that she had noticed, and Patsy
smiled with embarrassment.
   They walked on, but James was in heaven.  Who this lovely creature in
the yellow panties was he did not know, but he did very much want to find
out.  He had no idea that he had been set up.
   Oblivion was awaiting them - the ride of a lifetime.  They climbed into
the very front of the car, Kelly first, then Susan, then James.  Patsy was
on her own, but James was delighted when she climbed in after him and sat
on his left.  She seemed frightened so he spoke to her and reassured her
that she would be all right.  She seemed calmer, her denim skirt rode up
and her small breasts jutted perkily from her pink top.  Her nipples were
erect, and James very much wanted to fondle her cute tits.  He contented
himself with another flash of her panties and the car began its climb to
the top.  She touched his leg as they climbed, and he touched hers.  She
felt reassured.  He felt horny.
   At the top of the climb the car hung for a few seconds over the sheer
drop, then plummeted down into the steaming pit below.  As they shot round
towards the exit point James felt exhilarated - not just at the ride, but
also at the touch of this young girl on his leg.  He knew he would never
see her again though, and somehow that took away the exhilaration.
   The next half hour was spent in the Oblivion shop and buying ice creams,
and Patsy went her own way.  They walked across to an older ride, the Black
Hole, which though older was still reckoned to be pretty good.  The queue
wasn't too long, and as they entered the final queuing area, as if by
magic, Patsy reappeared.  She had of course been waiting, but James didn't
know that.  He just felt so happy to see her again, and even happier when
she asked if they could share a car because he `made her feel safe'.  He
knew very well what the cars in the Black Hole were like.
   Susan and Kelly sat together, and James got in first.  There was no
other way - Patsy was so very much smaller than him that if she had got in
first he would have squashed her to a pulp.  He held out his hand to help
her into the car.  She slid between his legs and he put his hands forward
onto the bar.  It wasn't where he would have preferred to put his hands,
but he was if nothing else the perfect gentleman.
   The ride started, the car climbing slowly upwards to reach the top of
its track.  As they left the loading bay the lights vanished.  It was now
pitch black.  They could see nothing, and nothing could be seen.  Patsy was
so light he could hardly feel her as she sat between his legs.  He could
feel her long ginger hair though against his face, and he could smell her
too.  She smelt soft and gentle, of flowers.  He leaned forward and managed
to smell her hair.  It was clean, soft and smelt of peaches.  He thought he
might be in love.  She turned.
   "You can hold me if you like - then I won't be frightened.  Put your
arms around me."
   Oh joy.  He put both arms around her and accidentally touched against
her breast.  She reacted, not with a shock, but with a smile.
   "It's OK.  I don't mind at all.  It's all dark in here and we can be
boyfriend and girlfriend.  Would you like that?"
   Would he like that?  Like the average bloke would like to fuck little
Kylie Minogue he would!  Come to think of it, he spent a lot of time lying
in his bed masturbating thinking about Kylie, and imagining himself licking
her cunt clean after she had wet her panties.  He liked to imagine her as
she had been in her school uniform in Neighbours, and imagined her standing
in the corner in class wetting herself.  She wasn't actually standing in
the corner in his vivid imagination - more sort of squatting.  She was
cowering there, obviously frightened of something or someone, so scared
that she was wetting her panties.  Her legs were apart, and the pee was
dribbling out through her white cotton panties, making them yellow and
stained.  She sat there, still looking scared, pee soaked panties, and a
pale yellow puddle of wee lapping around her cunt.  He would comfort her,
tell her everything would be alright, and as he did so he would gently slip
his hands inside her panties and rub her little cunt.
   But that was fantasy.  Here he was about to ride on the Black Hole with
pretty freckled Patsy, with her long ginger hair.  And she wanted them to
be boyfriend and girlfriend.  Oh wow!!!
   The accidental touch to the breasts became suddenly more purposeful.

   Chapter 24

   So here was James, squeezed tightly into one of the Black Hole cars with
Patsy.  Her tiny denim skirt had ridden up to her thighs, her long ginger
hair was blowing in his face, and he now had his hands lightly resting on
her pert breasts.  He lifted her pink top with his left hand and started to
feel her up with his right.  He expected a slap, but it didn't come.  He
slipped both hands inside her top and cupped her breasts in his hands,
squeezing them gently together.  Patsy's breasts were small but she had
very large nipples, which he rubbed between his fingers.  He so wanted to
suck them and see if he could get her to squirt milk from them.  Like most
men, he knew very little about the workings of the female body, and just
assumed that all breasts would squirt milk if you sucked and rubbed them
long enough.  Patsy had had no babies, so there was no chance of that, but
James knew nothing of these things.  He just wanted to milk the girl and
feel the warm milk trickling down his throat.
   Patsy was very much enjoying the attention she was getting.  She loved
having her breasts played with, and especially her nipples.  She began to
leak juices into her vagina, and her yellow panties were becoming
distinctly damp.  James was wondering whether he might dare to move down to
the girl's panties, but suddenly - the drop.  The car had reached the top
of the track and was starting its wild descent downwards, round and round,
sharp turns, upward twists, so exciting.  He held tightly onto Patsy, his
hands still cupped round her sweet young breasts.  The car was coming to
the end of its ride, daylight was approaching fast.  He took his hands from
her breasts quickly.  He could get himself into a lot of trouble here.  She
turned and smiled at him, as if to say `I understand'.  He was confused,
thrilled, worried, and, he thought, in love.
   Susan and Kelly got out of their car, and James followed with Patsy.  He
wanted to ride again with her, but the other two wanted to move on.  Patsy,
sweet girl that she was, said to meet up later at KFC for dinner, and off
they went.  She and James joined the queue again.  It wasn't too long. 
They chatted together innocently until they reached the dark part of the
queue, then she lifted hr face to him for a kiss.  The age gap between them
was enormous.  They could not possibly kiss out in the open, well not like
this anyway.  She was young enough to be his granddaughter, and
grandfathers did not kiss their granddaughters like this!  Or if they did,
they were likely to be pulled in pretty quickly for it.
   He bent down to kiss her.  Their mouths met gently together, and he
could taste the sweetness of her mouth and breath.  She smelled of freshly
picked flowers from a country garden, and he was totally in love with her.
He felt her little tongue dart quickly inside his old mouth.  It flicked
quickly in, searched out his old tongue, and licked it for a fraction of a
second, waiting for a response from him.  He needed no second chance. 
Their tongues entwined as he probed deeply into her mouth and throat,
almost choking poor Patsy in his eagerness to show his love for her.  Her
mouth was warm and wet inside, and he was excited at the prospect of
swallowing the saliva of this young red-haired girl.  His cock grew hard
inside his pants, and semen began to dribble out into them.
   They stood for what could have only been 30 seconds or so, allowing
eager people to pass them in the queue.  One or two noticed that an elderly
man was deep kissing a much younger girl, but nobody stopped.  It was none
of their business what people got up to.  He did hear the words `sick
bastard' though from one passing young couple.  He laughed inwardly.  Sick,
maybe, but he was the one having the fun.  He was the one about to ride the
Black Hole again with the luscious Patsy.  He was the one about to discover
Patsy's black hole - or so he hoped.
   "Let's go on the ride now, said Patsy.  I can feel you're about ready
for one."
   She squeezed his cock gently with her fingers, licking her middle finger
sexily after she had done so.  His semen had leaked through his trousers
and onto her hand.
   "Then you can make me sticky inside as well.  When we go up on that
first dark slow bit you can put your finger in my cunt if you like.  I
don't think I'll be able to cum cos there won't be time, but you can have a
fishy finger.  My friends are always going on about fishy fingers, and some
of the boys actually get them in class when the teacher's not looking."
   James imagined himself sat next to Patsy in class, with her in her
school uniform.  He was on the floor between her long legs, watching her as
she exposed herself to him, her short skirt hardly covering her at all. 
Her school panties were pure white cotton, and he could see the outline of
her hole, not yet stretched in the way that his wife's had become.  He was
about to pull her panties aside to put his tongue inside her hole when the
daydream ended with a loud noise.  They had reached the front of the queue
and the train had arrived.
   They climbed in as they had done before, James first and Patsy
clambering in in front of him, sitting more or less on his lap.  As she got
in he had a clear view right up her denim skirt - not by any means an
accident.  She leaned forward and then moved back so that her yellow cotton
panties wafted within an inch or two of his face.  He could actually smell
her panties and her cunt.  There was no question of a fishy finger here, he
could tell that instantly.  This time there was a fresh citrus smell.  Her
panties were lightly stained where she had had occasional leaks of wee when
she giggled, and he imagined they might smell just very faintly of fresh
pee.  The flashing of Patsy's panties and cunt took him so by surprise
though that time slowed down just as it does in a road accident.  The whole
thing must have been over in seconds, but to him it seemed to last for a
minute or two.
   He would often think about that happy moment in the months to come, and
the details became well rehearsed.  That first flash of panty as she got
into the car, the realisation that her panties and their delectable
contents were moving towards his face, the smell of citrus, the flick of
his tongue as he just managed to lick the crotch of her panties before she
sat down.  He could still see that wonderful sight, those two tight little
holes so clearly visible through the thin slightly moist cotton fabric.  He
so hoped for the chance to finger one or both of those sweet holes on the
ride, and his cock had its own thoughts about what it would like to do
inside those holes.
   As Patsy sat down, she slipped her hand back to feel James' penis again,
bulging out of his trousers almost.  The ride began again.  The car pulled
out of the loading bay and began its climb in the dark.
   "James?"
   "Yes my pet?"
   "I can feel your cock under my skirt."
   She wriggled a bit, moving herself back on the seat and closer, even
closer still, to him.
   "Take it out of your trousers.  I really would love to feel it inside my
vagina.  Just slip it out and let's see if we can slide him in.  Oh God I
am so wet and horny."
   "Oh Patsy, I want to fuck you so very much.  Slide back a bit more and
pull your skirt out of the way."
   Together they wriggled close, and James pulled his enormous erection out
from his trousers.  He felt between Patsy's legs and pulled her panties
down far enough for him to be able to touch her sweet cunt.  And boy was it
sweet.  He touched her between her legs and rubbed his fingers gently
inside her cunt.  To his surprise, she had no hairs at all on her cunt - he
could feel that very clearly.  He was somehow expecting a red bush of hair
down there covering her hole, but then he remembered the view through her
panties he had seen earlier in the day.  She was completely hairless.
   "Do you like that James?  My cunt hasn't got any hairs on it.  Would you
have preferred it hairy like my twin sister's?"
   James had no idea what her sister's cunt looked like, but he had a
mental flash of these two twin sisters in bed together licking each other's
cunts and, for some reason, peeing in each other's faces.  He didn't know
why that image came into his head, but it did serve to make his cock even
stiffer than it was already.
   "No, it's nice.  I like it.  It feels sort of soft and inviting.  How do
you know about your sister's hair then?"
   "I just do.  We share a bedroom together and sometimes we pretend we're
girlfriend and boyfriend, just like you and me.  She likes my smooth
hairless cunt and I like her hairy one.  It's good really."
   James couldn't believe he was hearing all this.
   Unable to resist, he removed his hand for a second and smelled his
fingers.  He didn't really know what to expect, but the cunt juice was
slippery and he somehow imagined it would smell of semen.  He rather
imagined, wet as it was inside her vagina, that her boyfriend had fucked
her recently, and that he had sperm on his fingers.
   "Patsy, you're very wet inside - I think I've got your boyfriend's sperm
all over my fingers.  It's just pouring out of your cunt and making your
little yellow panties all slippery!  I'd just love to be able to lick you
inside and clean it all out.  Have you ever had your cunt licked by a man
of my age?"
   "Oh James, it isn't sperm, really it isn't.  I haven't got a boyfriend,
they just scare me, and I've never actually had sex with anyone.  I know
that sounds silly, but my parents never trust me to go out with anyone on
my own.  You're my first boyfriend - do you want to dump me now and find a
better girl?"
   This was weird.  James just didn't get this at all.  Here she was, this
pretty freckled girl with long red hair, and here he was, a dirty old man
with his hands just seconds out of her cunt, about to smell her cunt juice,
and she says she's never had a boyfriend before.  It made no sense.
   "No of course not Patsy."
   "You still want to fuck me, even though I'm a freak?"
   Freak she most certainly was not.  She was so sweet and innocent, and
the fact that his cock would be the first to enter into her tight young
cunt excited him no end.  He smelled his fingers.  It was lavender.  She
smelled of lavender, with just the merest hint of freshly washed cunt.
   "You're not a freak, Patsy.  You're just a bit shy, that's all.  Just
wriggle yourself back a bit more and I'll see if I can get my cock inside
you."
   The car was reaching the top of the slow incline, and he knew he had to
be quick if he was to penetrate her.  Patsy moved just a few centimetres
back on the seat, which was just enough for him to manoeuvre himself into
position.  It was almost there, pushing hard against her tight young quim
trying to enter her.  Then suddenly his cock slid deep into her, just as
the car was about to start its first descent.  Oh the joy of it, this
pretty young girl sitting between his legs with his cock fully inside her.
   Patsy squealed as James entered her.  Not a squeal of pain, but more one
of surprise at the size of his penis inside her tight, virgin vagina.  The
car dropped, twisted and turned its way round the ride, and although the
ride was too fast for normal sex to take place between them, James and the
girl both found the turn on almost too much.  At each twist and turn his
cock drove deeper into her till she screamed with real pain as her cunt
muscles were stretched beyond anything she had known before.
   As the ride finished, and they headed out of the darkness, James quickly
withdrew his cock from Patsy's cunt, but not quickly enough.  There were
shocked looks from parents as they noticed James and his young girlfriend
coming into view, his penis very clearly being pulled from a very wet cunt
indeed.
   Patsy pulled her yellow panties back on properly, pulled her denim skirt
back down, and off they got.  James was now in quite a state, having very
nearly cum inside Patsy, but not quite.  He was now desperate for full sex
with the girl, or indeed anyone else who happened to be convenient!  He
would have fucked a nun it was that bad.
   Then, joy of joys, leaving the Black Hole they spotted Susan and Kelly
coming off Oblivion, their little white dresses blowing up in the breeze.
He could see their pretty pink panties, and he so wanted to fuck them both,
maybe with Patsy watching.  Oh what a thought.  They all saw him looking at
the girls' panties, and the thought came to all of them at the same moment.
   "Why don't we all go down into the Forbidden Valley for a walk?  We can
sit down for a little rest and take some food to eat?"
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