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New-ish story, posted a month or two ago to alt.sex.stories.
1 of 5.
unfinished, and no doubt needs another proofing.
codes:
M/f, f/f, F/f, inc, w/s, M/F, M/M (but only a little bit), f/m,
M/f/m.
comments welcomed. will repost as requested.
noiselesshunger@bigfoot.com
By fatherige, motherige,
And by brotherige,
To come from Gotherige....
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Chapter 1. The Beginning.
Village life on its surface seems quiet and monotonous, yet a look
beneath this surface can show it to be very different. A few months
ago I was having a perfectly regular meal in my local pub. It's a
great little place, run by a friendly landlord who serves well-kept
beer - and one of the advantages of small village life is that the
licencing laws don't matter much.
I'd noticed a couple sitting at a table across the room, and though
they were on their own, all seven places at the table were laid.
Obviously they were expecting to be joined by others, but I didn't
pay the matter much attention at the time. Rather, I was idly ogling
the landlord's fifteen-year-old daughter, Jemma. She's sparky and
intelligent - and sexy, with it. I'll admit to feeling a little
uncomfortable about lusting after such a young girl - but not too
uncomfortable- after all, she was certainly built like a much older
teenager - large, well-developed breasts, a shapely arse and a very
confident outgoing manner.
But then the door from the bar room opened and a much younger girl
came in - went up to the couple at the corner table and asked them for
money to play on the fruit machine, which she said she was about to
win on. While her parents - or the couple I presumed to be her
parents - were reaching for change, I observed her. She was about
twelve, and had a rounded, pretty face with short, dark hair, cut in a
simple style. She was wearing a grey top, with the word `Angel'
across her breasts in large bright silver letters, and grey tracksuit
trousers. She was very excited about her luck on the fruit machine,
and this gave her a breathless exhilaration that made her instantly
sexy. She was making up to her father, dancing around him, sitting
down on his lap, throwing her arms round his neck, then getting up and
running round the table. As she stretched and ran, the fabric of her
top was pulled tight against her young shapely breasts. My gaze moved
down to her arse, to see if I could make out the line of her panties,
but the tracksuit trousers she wore was too thick and shapely to admit
of this thrill. As her parents handed over the money she saw me
looking at her, and our gazes met, just briefly - and in her eyes she
met me on a sexual level, knowing I was admiring her, desiring her.
It was the briefest of glances, and then she was gone, back into the
other room.
And with her departure a dose of reality snapped back in - the sheer
perversion of what I was doing! Desiring a child - sizing her up -
my eyes stripping her, imagining her undressing for bed, imagining
her in her underwear, wondering was her bra lacy? What colour
knickers she wore, - what she looked like naked - what she'd be like
to touch, to taste - . What corrupt thoughts! The danger of them -
the illegality. Oh, but she was sexy - so young, so fresh, so
vibrant... And although my imagination strayed to fantasies of
seduction I also thought that this sexy young child and her parents,
none of whom I had never seen before, was only passing through the
village. But at least I had the rest of this evening to watch and
fantasise over her.
And when she came back, a few minutes later, she was not alone. She
had four other young girls - presumably her sisters - with her. One
looked to be the same age, two a couple of years older, and one
clearly younger. My eyes were on my twelve year old, however, willing
her to sit facing me, so that I could watch her, lust over her. And
this wish was almost rewarded. She sat at a slight angle to me, giving
me but half a view of her sexy face, bright eyes and fresh young
mouth, but a great view of her sexy little tits. And as she sat at
the table, moving as she ate, reaching for this or that, the fabric of
her top pressed against her breasts, outlining them, cupping them....
I pretended to read the book I had with me - but I could hardly drag
my eyes away from her.
My ears were busy, too, keenly listening to the conversation at this
table. It was clear they were a pretty upmarket bunch - what they
talked about and how they spoke made it clear, and as they mentioned
each others' names, my opinions were confirmed. My sexy young girl
was called Penelope, and three of her sisters were Isabella, Eleanor,
Ruth, but I didn't hear the name of the fourth. But it was Penelope
my attention was on most, and she and the youngest sister - a blonde,
eleven years old or so - were the only two I found particularly sexy.
Penelope was constantly active, talking the loudest, laughing, joking,
getting up, hugging and kissing her father. The reason for her mood
soon became clear - it was her birthday. After the family had
finished their main course, the pub lights went out and the landlord
came in, carrying a cake. Everyone in the pub joined in singing
`Happy birthday,' and as I did the same I eagerly countered the
candles on the cake. ....Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.....
Thirteen. She was thirteen. Today.
Thirteen, lithe and sexy, and increasingly aware of her own sexuality.
The few glances she'd met my eyes with were some evidence of this, but
the way she behaved towards her father was what made it most clear.
The way she hugged him, sat on his lap, kissed him, stroked his
hair... It was more than just daughterly affection - she was trying
her charms, practising on him, exploring her sexuality without
jeopardising it.
But she did not limit her affection to just her father - the landlord
of the pub got similar treatment, and as she was hugging him, as she
leapt on his back for a quick piggy-back ride, I worked something out.
This girl was comfortable with him because she knew him well - indeed
the landlord knew this whole family well - the birthday cake had been
his idea, as a little token of affection to friends. This, I hoped,
meant they were locals, even though I had never seen them before.
Indeed it was quite possible that they lived close by - I myself had
only lived here for six months, and was looking for a job, after
finishing a higher degree at Oxford University - a place where there
had been quite enough sexy graduates and undergraduates to give me
far more natural desires than my present paedophiliac thoughts. Yet
even in a small village like this one there were still many people I
had yet to meet. And as I realised that this sexy little cracker of a
thirteen year old might live in the same small village as I did, my
cock twitched in my pants...
And the danger of this made me try my best to put these thoughts out
of my mind. The fact that I was turned on by this young girl, that the
fact she might live locally increased my desire - it was absurd,
perverted. A thirteen year old! A girl less than half my age- three
years less than half my age! Thus I tried to immerse myself in my
book, and as I read through the world of Martin Chuzzlewit, my erotic
and illegal desires abated a little. Yet I couldn't help keeping some
of my attention on the group near me. But when, after half an hour or
so, the parents sent their children out to the car while they enjoyed
coffee in silence, I felt finally able to dismiss their young daughter
Penelope from my mind. After a relatively undistracted chapter of
Dickens I went to get another pint, and as I was coming back from the
bar, the parents gestured me over to their table to speak to me. I was
entirely unprepared for what the father asked - `Excuse me - are you
reading Proust?'
This was an extremely unusual question, since small village pub life
generally revolves around such concerns as the latest happening in the
soap operas, or who beat whom at some sport, or what so and so said
about so and so. A good proportion of village folk would not be
interested in Dickens, let alone Proust, whom this couple assumed I
was reading him by the thickness of the volume. So I sat with them
and we talked about literature for a while. In the course of our
conversation I found out that the woman was the girls' mother, the man
was simply a friend of the family, and the father was in France, on
business. Mostly out of politeness I enquired what this business was
- after all, it was the man's daughter I was interested in, not him.
The answer was `wine buying' - and this in its way was as unusual as
being asked about Proust, for wine and literature are my two passions
(although young girls were fast becoming a third.) So we talked about
wine for a few minutes, and as it became clear I knew the subject
pretty well, the man - Raymond - explained that he and his partner
(the girl's father, Andrew) ran a small but thriving wine importing
business from home, and were looking for someone to help them. And so
by the time we concluded our conversation I had an appointment to
visit him and his business partner, the next week to discuss taking
this job.
I needed a job, of course, and one based in my own village doing
something I enjoyed was ideal. But this was not the main thing on my
mind as I walked home. Rather, I was thinking about that sexy
thirteen-year old, her fresh face and black hair, her small
developing breasts and sweet body, and I was thinking of the
appointment I had the next Saturday, in her house. I thought of seeing
where she lived, what she was like close up, and that night I fell
asleep with a dozen fantasies running through my mind - of coaxing her
nascent sexuality into reality - of undressing and caressing her,
teaching her the many delights of sex, of delighting in her young
nubile body. It was all to come.
That Saturday, I walked over to the house which was just a few minutes
away - not at all nervous about the coming interview - but certainly
worried about how obvious my reaction to Penelope might be. I soon
knew, for she opened the door. This time she was wearing a soft
cotton white roll-neck top and a short skirt, with sheer black
stockings underneath. She was expecting me -` Daddy says to take you
to his study.' I followed her as she took me there, and as I followed
her down the corridor my eyes were on the slim curve of the small of
her back and her arse. Her skirt was black and flowered, and in my
mind I visualised walking up closer behind her, slipping my hands
under it, feeling her knickers through the sheer material of her
stockings - imagined her pressing back against me, her head against my
chest...
We arrived at her father's office. Penelope opened the door, said
`Here he is, Daddy' and left.
`Thank-you, Penny' said her father to her retreating form. He
introduced himself - `Andrew S -' - and with a nod towards the door
that Penelope had just gone out of, `My fourth daughter - though I
think you've seen her before?' There was a strange tone in his voice
- a odd mix of the light amusement and sarcasm.
`Oh - well - she enjoyed her birthday pretty noisily,' I said, taken
aback a little and making the best reply I could think of.
`She did indeed' he returned to this, before we got down to our
interview. Really, it was more of a friendly chat. I was pretty soon
sure I'd got the job, and so it turned out. Yet one thing about my
duties enticed me particularly - `It'll be useful to have you on
board, being a local - our girls can pretty much look after
themselves, but it'll be useful having you living in the village -
occasionally my wife and I like to go buying together - you'd be able
to keep an eye on them. Now, come to the kitchen for a cup of tea -
I'll introduce you to my family.'
The kitchen was very much in the traditional mode - lots of pine and a
coal-burning aga, a pair of brown Labradors sleeping in baskets. The
house was about two hundred years old, large and rambling, and the
parents' tastes were made clear by the many bookcases, the piano, and
the extensive collection of classical music. Andrew introduced his
wife, Alison, and, as she made tea, he opened the kitchen door and
shouted `kids - come and meet our newest recruit.' There was a
pounding of feet on the stairs ending with the arrival of the two
eldest kids, Isabella and Eleanor. They were twins, of about
fourteen. Both had blonde-brown hair, and both wore glasses. They
were well developed, physically, but they had the effect on me that
most children their age would have - that is to say, none at all.
With them I had the reaction of any normal, well-adjusted adult. It
was just their younger sister who created fires of desire in me.
Their father told them who I was, and they shook hands. `You probably
won't see too much of them, though' he explained - `when they're not
at school they're either out with their horses - or with their
boyfriends.' They blushed a little at this, and told him that Ruth
and Miranda were out, but that Penelope was still upstairs. Then they
returned to whatever it was they had been doing.
Penelope appeared in her own time - came down into the kitchen as cool
and casual as you please - almost as if she had purposely waited
awhile. `And this is Penelope, of course' said her father, again with
a different expression on his face to that which I had noted when he
introduced his elder children.
Perhaps because she was less keen to appear grown-up than her elder
sisters, she did not shake my hands. Instead, she just looked at me,
smiled, and said `Hello.' Up close like this, as she held my gaze, I
noticed the colour of her eyes. Deeply and changeably green, they
were erotically, almost strangely beautiful; her gaze was ambiguous,
and I was unsure if they more showed Penelope's feelings or more
opened themselves to my own. `I'll make tea, Mummy' she said, busying
herself with the task while I talked with her parents. My eyes were
on her as she did this, undressing her in my mind as always -
wondering what colour knickers she wore. And in this at least my
desires were satisfied - she dropped something on the floor - looking
at me while she did so - then she turned and bent down to pick it up -
bent rather than crouched, and as she did so her short skirt rode up
over her stockings. Her panties were the perfect colour, of course,
the sexiest schoolgirl white, crisply outlined by the dark sheer
material of her stockings. When she stood up straight again she
looked at me with a blush on her face - but with excitement in her
eyes as well, and in this state of confusion, she left the room.
Chapter 2. The First Day.
When I turned up for work the following Monday, things went easily
enough. Penelope, of course, had gone to school by the time I
arrived. My day passed easily, in a back room that had been converted
into an office, with her father looking in from time to time to see if
I was getting along okay. The business partner, Raymond, mostly
worked in the shop they ran in London. The five kids arrived home
at about four o' clock, and their noise and chat began to echo through
the house. Penelope herself came into my room - looking for her
father, she said. We exchanged a few words innocently enough - but
there was a bright expectation in her eyes, and a slight flush
suffused her face as she talked to me about her day at school. On
Tuesday, also, I was alone, and, again, a little after four, Penelope
appeared at the door of my office. This time she gave no particular
excuse for coming in. Again she told me what she'd been up to at
school, and then she came up to my desk, stood by my side, looking at
the work I had been doing. It was dull stuff, but she wanted to know
about it - and as I told her, she placed her hand on my knee. It was
a casual enough gesture, perhaps, but it created a quick reaction in
me, and my cock stiffened in my trousers. And not just a slight
stiffening, for this was a fierce full-on erection, making a very
obvious bulge. I pulled my jumper down over it and tried to think
pure thoughts. But this was next to impossible, because she was, of
course, still wearing her school uniform, and as she stood by me,
looking at the figures I was showing her on the desk, I ran my eyes
down her back. My gaze moved from her dark scented hair over her white
shirt, and the bra-strap outlined under it, down to her slate-grey
knee-length skirt, her black stockings and shiny black leather shoes,
each with a well-polished golden buckle. Penelope didn't stay very
long - but before she left I felt a slight trembling in her hand, as
it lay on my knee, and I noted again a flush on her face.
I found myself thinking about Penelope more or less constantly, and
this kept me in a state of permanent erotic tension. On Wednesday,
both men were out, and when Alison drove off into town, I was on my
own in the house. I went to Penelope's bedroom. The house was large,
and each daughter had her own room. Penny's bedroom was in a
corridor leading off the main landing. Miranda's room was next to
hers, but the two were separated by a narrow store cupboard which was
known among the family by the odd title of `the little gritchings.'
'The big gritchings' was a larger store-room downstairs. These names
had been given in a moment of whimsy by a somewhat eccentric uncle of
the family, and had stuck ever since.
I stopped outside the closed door of Penelope's room. On its door was
one of those small, oblong china nameplates - `Penny', written in
brush script over a posy of flowers. Just being at the threshold of
this young girl's bedroom caused my prick to stiffen in my trousers.
I turned the handle and went in. There was a sweet disorder in the
room, with the bed unmade, its duvet turned back as she had awoken,
and various jumpers and soft tops on the floor - a pair of jeans, and
a pair of jodhpurs, turned inside-out where she had peeled them off.
Over the rail at the foot of the bed a silk scarf was draped, and on
the sofa with its throw cushions was yesterday's school shirt. Her
dressing table was strewn with the typical things of a young girl's
life - lipsticks and perfumes, jewellery boxes, hairbands, a notebook
or two, a collection of small animal figurines, a few cards and notes
from friends, a CD player and collection of various popular albums.
As I inspected these possessions, markers of her life, I breathed
deeply, giving myself up to the smell of her perfume permeating the
room. `Dune' was what she wore, and as I breathed it in, I thought
again of her standing by me, hand on my knee, of the scent of her
hair as she listened to me talking.
But in this disorder was a sign of her instinctive modesty - for among
the various clothes strewn about the floor, there was no underwear.
Tidiness may have been of no concern to her, but leaving panties and
brassieres on display was. And it was these that I was after. There
was a wicker laundry basket in the corner of the room, by the side of
the sofa. I removed its lid, my cock further stiffening as I did so.
Inside there were various items of clothing - a few shirts, another
pair of trousers, a towel, and, of course, the underwear she'd worn
over the last few days. I picked out a pair of black cotton panties,
and pressed the crotch to my nose, inhaling deeply. The odour of her
cunt filled my nostrils, and there are few smells sweeter than that
of a girl's innermost secrets. I took out other items of her clothes
- a pair of stockings, a bra. These had less of an intimate smell to
them, and instead were redolent of Dune. I searched out another pair
of knickers - white satin, this time, with a lace bow on top at the
front, and a frilled band with embroidered flowers running around the
top. This too bore the smell of her sex - its crotch slightly crusted
- had these been the panties she had been wearing when she and I
talked? I liked to think that the secretion I was pressing to my
nose, that I tasted with my tongue, was a product of arousal she had
felt when with me. Or perhaps these were the knickers she had flashed
at me that day in the kitchen... These thoughts stoked my desires to
bursting point, and I needed the release I had in any case been
seeking by coming into her bedroom. I took off my trousers and boxer
shorts and, taking the duvet off her bed, sat down on it. With the
black cotton panties pressed to my nose I masturbated with the white
satin pair, thinking of Penelope, of being with her in this bed, of
wanking off over her.... Normally when I masturbate I like to take
my time, bringing myself to the point of orgasm and then stopping
briefly - but this time I was so aroused I didn't last more than a few
minutes - and then I was shooting thick globs of come all over her
sheets, her duvet, imagining shooting it into her cunt, her arse, her
mouth. As I came I inhaled the smell of her from the crotch of her
panties, murmuring her name, Penelope, Penelope. By the time I
finished coming there were long white streaks of semen jetted across
the bedsheet, slowly seeping into it, and there was even a strand
dripping from the frame at the foot of her bed. It was a very intense
orgasm - draining, exhausting, and satisfying. I put my own clothes
back on, and returned her knickers - now used twice over- to her
laundry basket. I took tissues from the scented box on her bedside
table to mop up most of the globs of cooling pearly come, and then a
fresh pair from the drawer and used them to wipe up the last few
drops, so that I could think about her going to school wearing
panties stained with my sperm. And then, with a fond kiss on her
pillow, I returned to work. And, later, back at my house, as I
drifted off to sleep that night, I thought about her, lying in the
dried remains of my orgasm The next day I went back to her room, and
looked in the drawer, and saw that the panties I had used to mop up my
come were gone. I spent much of the rest of the day thinking of
Penelope sitting at her desk at school, wearing them, with my seed
pressed close to her cunt.
Thursday was busy, and perhaps because the house was silent, I did not
notice the time until the door opened. I glanced at the clock. It was
four o' clock, but I had heard no steps approaching nor the usual
noise of the children's arrival home. The person opening the door was
Penelope, back from school, apparently without her sisters. I tried
to gauge if she had noted anything odd about the sheets on her bed,
but her manner was hard to fathom - there was something on her mind -
but more like nervous excitement than suspicion. And, oh, god, how
sexy she was! A thirteen-year old fantasy, wearing a white school
shirt, a tie, a plain dark-grey knee-length skirt and stockings.
`Good day at school?' I asked.
`Not bad. What are you doing? Can I help?' she replied.
`Just adding up figures again - it's not very interesting.' But she
wanted to look - and this time she jumped up onto my lap to do so.
The effect on me was of course immediate, and the feel of her soft
arse on my lap and the fresh soapy scent of her dark hair caused my
cock to stiffen rapidly. But today I didn't try to hide it, or shift
her from where she sat, and as she felt my prick harden against her
she wriggled in my lap, turned her face up towards me and smiled.
`I know what that is!' she said. I pretended to think she was
referring to something in the sheet of figures on my desk, but she
made her real meaning clear. She moved back against me, pressing her
back to my chest, and wriggling her bottom over my stiffly erect cock.
`I knew you fancied me!' she said, with bold unconcern - `Do you think
I'm sexy?' I put my hands on her shoulders and motioned her to move
round to face me. She turned so that she was sitting on my knees with
her legs astride mine and, as I looked into her eyes and ran a hand
through her hair, I said `I think you're the most beautiful little
girl I've ever seen!' I placed my hand under her chin and raised her
head, and she smiled, knowing what was coming. I leaned forward and
kissed her, softly, gently at first, just a brief kiss of affection on
her red, red lips. The feel of her lips against mine enflamed me even
further, and she tilted her head to one side as we kissed again - her
lips slightly open, this time. I moved my tongue forward, licking her
lips, licking against her clean white teeth, pushing against them.
With a soft, warm murmur she opened her mouth and our tongues met and
twined. As I broke our kiss her lipstick caused a slight tacky
stickiness as our lips parted. Her gaze dropped to my crotch, where
the fabric of my trousers was raised in a tight tent, surrounding my
throbbing cock. She placed her soft girlish hand over it and pressed,
gently - `Can I look at it?' she whispered. I wanted her, very much,
I wanted her to take my cock in her hand, feel it, touch me.
`It would be very wrong - I could get into a lot of trouble, and your
parents would be horrified,' I said, trying to resist.
`Oh, they wouldn't care - but they don't need to know - Mummy and the
others have gone swimming, but I didn't want to, so they just dropped
me off. And I can always tell Daddy's footsteps.' Her hand again
fell to my cock, massaging it through the fabric of my trousers.
`Please?' she begged. I was helpless. She must have had this in mind,
for she enjoyed school and was a keen swimmer, and it was unusual of
her not to want to join in with her sisters. But today she had a
different sport on her mind. She unzipped my trousers and my cock
sprang free from its painful confinement, stiff and throbbing with the
blood surging through it. `I've seen Daddy's a few times before - but
never touched one - can I?' I knew I should stop this, now, but I
was quite unable to - and it had already gone too far. The damage was
done, she had seen my sexual desire and, in responding to it, had
brought it out into the open. There was no way now that I could abate
it or control it, and I wanted to explore everything about this little
girl, to show her all the mysteries and delights of sex. I was going
to make her my complete and wanton plaything. I was going to make her
utterly mine... Fuck her, and fuck her, and fuck her. The risks
involved were of course immense, but I cared nothing for that - what I
wanted right now was what I had, the cool touch of her small hands on
my hot cock - the wordless delight of her expression, her rapid,
excited breath, the blood flushing her cheeks with desire, suffusing
her whole virginal girlhood. She wrapped her cool hands round it,
fascinated but wary. Under her light touch my cock grew yet bigger,
harder, even though it was already far harder than ever it had been.
`It's hot - I can feel it throbbing, expanding - wow -' I was already
very close to coming, and the thought of ejaculating all over her, of
covering her school uniform in strands and spurts of hot white come
drove me nearer to the edge. But just as I was about to run turn her
skirt up so that I could look at her stockings and knickers as I came,
we heard footsteps on the stairs - `Daddy!' she whispered to me, in
panic - `Daddy's coming!' The fear of being caught about to come all
over his thirteen-year old daughter made my erection collapse swiftly.
Penelope herself stuffed my wilted cock back inside my trousers and
did up the zip, and then got off my lap and stood by my side,
pretending to look at the figures I had been working on. I pretended
too - `..and so this column is.....'
`Penny!' said Andrew, as he walked in. `What are you doing up here?'
`Just looking, Daddy.' Her father smiled and said to me `I hope she's
not disturbing you?'
`Oh, no, not at all - must keep the boss's daughter happy!' I said,
reflecting that that was just what I had been doing, although perhaps
not in a way he would have approved of.
`I'm sure you will' he replied - and, as before when I had spoken of
Penelope with him, there was a subtly amused, almost wry tone to his
voice. Then he said to his daughter `Well, run along dear, we have
to talk business' - and for the next hour or so, we did just that.
There was some sort of stock-keeping problem at the business's main
warehouse in Kent, which needed to be sorted out quickly. `I'm afraid
you'll be on your own tomorrow - the rest of us will have to go down
to get this sorted out as quickly as possible, before the fresh
delivery comes in over the weekend.'
Later on that night, when I was back at home, Andrew called to ask a
favour - he wanted to know if I could come in a little early - `We'll
have to leave at around six a.m. - it'd really help us out if you
could come by at eight or so, and take the girls into school, and
collect them in the afternoon.' I was happy to help out, my mind
already moving ahead to tomorrow afternoon - by a little ingenuity I
hoped to get some more time alone with Penelope. With her four
sisters in the house it would be awkward, of course, but not, I hoped,
impossible - and if she was as keen to continue where we had left off
as I was, then we should surely be able to work something out.
When I arrived at eight the next morning, four of the sisters were in
the kitchen, eating breakfast. Eleanor said that her parents had left
about an hour ago, and the youngest, Miranda, told me that Penelope
was still in her room - `probably still in bed - she'll listen to you
- go and tell her to get up.' Pulling my sweater down over my
crotch to hide my growing erection, I did just that. I knocked gently
on her door - `Penelope - are you getting ready?'
`Come in' she replied, speaking the words I had hoped she would say.
She was wearing just bra and panties, a matching cream white satin
set, both with a lacy frill round the edges. She was sitting at her
dressing table, putting on lipstick. `I was waiting for you to come
up' she said, with a mixture of shyness and excitement in her voice.
`Will you kiss me again?'
`Oh, baby, yes, of course, yes' I whispered back to her. I took her
hands in mine, stood her up, and then folded my arms round her and
pressed my lips to hers. Again it was as last time, gentle kisses at
first, the pecking and billing of sweethearts, rapidly leading onto
more passionate and sexual kissing, mingling of lips and tongues. I
slipped a hand down to her arse, feeling her through her panties,
cupping her buttocks in my hand.
`I want to see it again' she said, reaching for my zip, and fumbling
it open. My cock sprang out, hot and hard, engorged. `Ohhh...' she
breathed, a soft cry of delight, holding it in her hands as it pointed
up stiff and straight toward my belly. It pulsed in response to her
delicate touch, and my next words were inevitable - `Kiss it, suck
it...' She knelt down, and her dark hair fell forward over her eyes
as she moved to kiss the end of my prick. The touch of her lips was
electrifying, and when she opened her mouth and took my cock inside I
nearly came. She seemed to have an instinctive grasp of how to
pleasure me, swirling her tongue around my cockhead, moving her mouth
up and down as she did so. It was intense, being blown by this
thirteen-year old kid, in just her underwear, a schoolgirl who in a
little over an hour would be sitting in a class among her friends,
dutifully attending to the day's lessons... But I didn't want to come
just yet. Gently, I put my hands on her shoulders and motioned her
off my cock. There was disappointment in her face - `Was I doing it
wrong?'
`Oh no, baby, no - you were great, just great - but I want to give you
some pleasure, now.'
`But I was enjoying that!' she pouted.
`And you'll enjoy this' I replied, getting to my knees myself, and
indicating that she should stand. This brought my head level to her
breasts, clad in their satiny bra. But first I turned my head up, and
pulled hers down to me, and spent a few moments kissing her, covering
her face in kisses, her eyes, nose, forehead, then turning her head
slightly to one side to kiss her cheeks, her ears. And then I kissed
her mouth again, sucking her pretty lips, licking her tongue with
mine, my hard cock sticking obscenely out of my trousers all the
while. This brought her to a fine stage of arousal, which I
heightened by moving my kisses down her neck, across her shoulders,
and finally to her breasts. Fierce though my desire was to see her
naked, I wanted to tease myself, to explore her beauties slowly, and
so I contented myself with kissing her breasts through the bra. Her
reaction to this was ecstatic, I could feel her body tremble and
thrill as my lips made contact through the fabric, and I could feel
her nipples harden and swell at the touch of my mouth. I kissed
further down, across her stomach, swirling my tongue into her navel,
and then, finally, down to her creamy-white panties. The temptation
to slip these down and taste her cunt was intense, but I wanted our
first time naked with each other to be more leisurely, I wanted to
spend hours exploring her - and with her sisters no doubt wondering
what was taking me so long now was not the time. My balls were almost
bursting, and I could have groaned with the desire to come, to spurt
semen all over her lithe young body, to soil her clean underwear and
freshly-made up face with my jism, to pump hot fresh come into her
mouth, over her face, over her hair... But by imagining enjoying
these delights later, I managed to restrain myself. I merely kissed
her cunt through her panties, inhaling her scent as I did so, again
with one hand cupping her sweet little arse, and then with one final
lick of my tongue to trace the crevice of her vagina, I rose, wiping
my cock as I did so over her panties and across her belly, leaving a
trail of clear pre-come smeared over her. Softly I whispered, `Better
to ready for school, baby - time for this later' and with one last,
lingering kiss on her mouth left her to finish dressing.
I returned to the kitchen to find her four sisters giggling about
something or other. In my state of intense arousal I looked at them
with new eyes - they too appealed to my desire - the eleven-year old
blonde Miranda especially... Pushing this new corruption from my
mind, I went outside to start up the Range-Rover to drive the girls to
school, and in due course they bundled into it, a flurry of skirts and
schoolbags. Penelope sat on the back seat, and I glanced at her in
the rear-view mirror. She met my look with a glint in her green eyes,
and lifted her feet up onto the seat, showing me again the knickers I
had just a few minutes before been kissing so fervently. `Seatbelts
on, girls!' I said, which made her put her feet back down, and made me
a bit more able to concentrate on the road.
I spent most of that day with my mind little on my work and much on
Penelope, as the hours slowly dragged their way into the afternoon. I
was back outside the school by half-past three, waiting with about a
dozen other parents. Inwardly I grinned to myself - how horrified
these parents would have been to know what was inside my mind. They
were waiting to collect their children, but I was waiting to collect
my child lover. Penelope was the first of the sisters to arrive - she
ran across the road and scrambled up into the passenger seat of the
Range Rover, and, her hand too far below the vehicle's window to be
seen from the outside, she placed it over my trousers and began to
massage my cock. Looking to make sure none of her sisters were
approaching, she slipped her hand inside the waistband and into my
boxer shorts, running a finger round my engorged cockhead and
masturbating the shaft gently. I'd been in a state of erotic
expectation all day, and under the touch of her hand I rapidly
approached orgasm. It was only the approach of Isabella and Eleanor,
both arm-in-arm with their boyfriends, that made Penelope remove her
hand, thus preventing me ejaculating all over it and into my boxers.
I don't know how much her elder sisters knew about sex and the smell
of sex, but driving them home with a lapful of come would have been
awkward, to say the least.
The short journey home was pretty noisy - the girls excited and
vibrant due to it being the end of week. Once we were home Penelope's
sisters ran upstairs to change out of their school clothes, leaving me
and Penelope together. She was standing by the aga, waiting for the
kettle to boil. I walked up behind her, putting my arms round her and
kissing the top of her head. She murmured in soft appreciation,
pressing herself back against me. I undid my zip, freeing my stiff
penis, and then took her skirt in both my hands, and turned it up,
exposing her arse and those sexy creamy white knickers, clad in
stockings. I rubbed my hard cock against her, easing it into the cleft
of her buttocks, pressing up against her in erotic ecstasy. She
turned her head up toward me, and I moved my mouth down to cover hers.
Our lips met and meshed in a passionate kiss as I rubbed my cock over
the sheer black fabric of her stockings, massaging her sweet little
breasts as I did so. It was an extremely erotic moment, and I
heightened the eroticism by again reaching down to her arse and
slipping my hands under the band of her skirt and inside her
stockings, moving my palms down across the sheer satin of her panties,
feeling the warmth of her arse. I moved one hand down between her
legs, and cupped her tender cunt, feeling its heat and listening to
the sound of her arousal, her faster, shallower breath. All the while
I was kissing her mouth, tasting her sweet tongue, the light perfumed
savour of her make-up. I kissed her mouth, her eyes, her nose, then
her cheeks, her forehead, her neck, worshipping her youthful
sexuality, revelling in her adolescent beauty. As I was doing this I
moved my hands from her arse, slipping them under the slight elastic
resistance of her stockings round to the front of her panties, and as
the dark nylon yielded to my hands, the intensity of the experience
drove me ever closer to orgasm. The silky slick feel of her underwear
against the light pressure of my fingers was almost painfully erotic.
I ran my hands across the vee of satin that lay over her cunt, tracing
her outline carefully, kissing her all this time, rubbing my hard
penis up against her arse... The next step was to slip my fingertips
under the edge of her panties and finally touch her girlish womanhood,
but as I was about to take this last stroke, we both heard the rapid
footsteps of her sisters coming back downstairs. Hurriedly I pulled
away from her, taking my hand from her intimacies as she turned down
her skirt, and, as she did so, I stuffed my still stiff prick back
inside my trousers, pulled up my zip, and hurriedly sat down at the
table. Her sisters came in to the apparently innocuous sight of her
stood at the aga and me at the table, reading the village news.
Miranda and Isabella had changed into jodhpurs and went off to ride,
and Eleanor and Ruth came down a few moments later.
They soon settled themselves in front of the television, and after
Penelope had taken a minute or two to calm down, she joined them. As
all three seemed engrossed in whatever was on the screen, I returned
to my work. My intensely erect penis and my hot erotic desires had
not, of course, subsided at all, and back in my office I yearned for
Penelope, for the cool touch of her flesh and subtle scent of her sex.
She was just as hot as me, of course, and though it excited me
greatly, I was not terribly surprised to hear a soft knock on my door
some ten minutes later. I swivelled round in my chair, it was
Penelope, of course, the only one of the five sisters still to be in
her school uniform. She came into the room, pushing the door closed
behind her, and leaning against it with excited expectation on her
face. `Hey, Penny' I breathed, softly, holding out my hands to her.
She walked over to me, stood between my open legs, and moved her face
close to mine for a kiss. She said `they're downstairs - we're safe'
and then we kissed, tender, passionate, swirling tongues. Once more I
moved a hand down under her skirt, to her more intimate self, feeling
her cunt through her stockings and panties. This time there was a
definite warm moistness there, the certain signs of her keen arousal.
`Oh, god, Penny, I want you' I murmured - `you're so sexy, so sweet,
young, fresh...'
`Let me...?' she said, smiling at my words, and with a pleased blush
on her features. With this, she dropped to her knees, and reached for
my zip. By now my cock was so stiff, so hard, that the pressure of it
against my trousers made it hard for her to undo the zip. her
determination to explore the delights of sex prevailed, however, and
my prick soon bounded free of its confinement. She placed both her
hands over the shaft, slowly moving the skin up and down, and then she
looked directly into my eyes, licked her tongue around her lips, and
opened her mouth. I nodded, gently, and she stooped forward to take
my cock inside. The feeling of her tongue and lips over my penis was
almost indescribable. I reached forward to run my hands through her
black hair which was falling forward over my engorged cock and then
moved my hand down to cup and toy with her sweet pert breasts.
After so many days' sexual desire and frustration, I could not last
long. The ministrations of her hands and tongue soon had me
approaching final point, and the thought and feel of this thirteen
year old girl, still in her school uniform, keenly sucking me off,
took me over the edge. The come of a month's fantasies exploded out
of my prick, its first jets into her mouth. I pulled my cock from
that luxurious resting place, and jetted spurts of come across her
face, over her lips, eyes, hair, and then I pointed my still spurting
prick down to the white shirt of her uniform, pumping come across her
collar so that it ran down her neck. I pumped my hot seed across the
front of her shirt, over her breasts, her belly. While I was still
ejaculating, she stood and held up her skirt, so that I was able to
direct further jets of sperm onto her stockings and the sexy satin
panties beneath them. It was a huge orgasm, and I spurted come all
across her panties, down her legs, even onto her shiny black
patent-leather shoes.
It was the most glorious orgasm I had ever had, it was fulfilling,
draining, and intensely satisfying. Penelope, too, seemed overawed by
it - `oh, god, that was wild' she said - `wild, that was great, wow -
did I do that?'
`Oh, yeah, babe, that was all down to you' I told her, running my eyes
over her body, liberally coated with my come. The sight of her was
enough to cause my prick to begin to stiffen again. Her face was
covered in come, there was come dripping from her hair, her lips and
her mouth, and there was a small pool of it in one eye. The thick
gloopy streaks of my jism which had run down her neck and under her
shirt were mingling with the come sprayed over the top of it, causing
the white cotton to turn translucent enough to reveal her bra even
more prominently. Her skirt was still turned up, showing further
streaks of bright white semen spattered across the black material of
her stockings and already soaking into her sexy little panties. In
short, she was a complete erotic fantasy...
I pulled her close to me, pressed my lips against hers, easing her
mouth open with my tongue and swirling it against hers, running it
over her teeth and tasting my own come which I had just ejaculated
into her mouth. We kissed for many minutes, mingling lips, tongues,
and I pressed my kisses all over her face, her neck and shoulders.
She was equally keen, returning my kisses with the fervour of first
discovery. She pressed her lips and licked her tongue all across my
face, and she even undid my shirt and pressed a trail of kisses down
my chest. As she did all this I could see her erotic desires mounting
once more.
`Do you want to see me naked?' she asked - `do you want to... fuck
me?'
`Oh, god, yes, baby - I want to fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you -
your cunt, your arse, your mouth - you are the sexiest creature I ever
saw - I want to do everything with you - I want to spend a whole day
showing you all the mysteries of sex - I want to make you mine,
utterly.' My words seemed to inflame her even further.
`Oh, yes, I want it, I want it' she murmured, full of breathless
passion - `come to my bedroom, fuck me?'
But this was too risky. Two of her sisters were downstairs, and the
other two would be home soon. We could not fuck each other just yet
- I needed to be alone with her for a whole day. `Angel' I said to
her `we can't do it now, not with your sisters here - and you must go
and change your clothes - you'd better wipe them over before you put
them in the laundry basket - your parents must have no idea of what
we're doing - it's terribly dangerous.' She accepted this, although a
little reluctantly, and went off to her room to change out of her
come-stained school uniform. As she got to the door, she turned to
look at me, reaching a finger down to her shirt to scoop up a glob of
my cooling come, which she then licked off her finger. `I want more
of this - soon' she said, and then left me to my thoughts. Soon
after, I heard her footsteps outside my door once more. She came in,
wrapped in a fluffy white towel -`Wanna take a shower with me...?' I
put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her towards me for a kiss.
`Too dangerous, sexy one' I told her, fighting the impulse to remove
the tuck at the top of the towel so that it would fall to her feet,
revealing her beauty to me - fighting the impulse to pick her up in my
arms and carry her to bed. I kissed her beautiful mouth a few more
times and whispered in her ear `...and besides, wouldn't a bath
together be more fun...?' She murmured with desire at the thought of
this - though I was enchanted to see a faint blush spread across her
face at the same time. As I spoke to her, I noticed a blob of come
still lodged in her dark black hair - I scooped it up with my finger
and offered it to her, and she opened her mouth and sucked my finger
clean. `Go shower, baby' I told her, turning her to face the door
patting gently, lingeringly on her arse.
There wasn't much hope of me returning to my work after these events,
and, besides, it was nearly time for me to go home. Shortly after
this, I heard a thunder of footsteps on the stairs as the two elder
sisters returned from riding. I heard pretty blonde Miranda knock on
the door of the shower room and shout `Hurry up or I'm coming in!'
before going to her room. I imagined having taken up Penelope's
offer, and how close I would have just come to being caught. Clearly
we needed a day together with just ourselves in the house. But as I
left my little office, I saw Miranda, herself now wrapped in a towel,
slipping into the shower room - with Penelope still in there. And
though this was probably no more than two sisters simply at ease with
each other, it was a final erotic thought for me to walk home with, to
think of these two young girls naked together, sharing a shower.
Although most people regard the weekend as a time of relaxation, it
passed for me in a state of some erotic fervour. I suppose I must
have been one of very few people who was actively looking forward to
Monday. But Penelope's father rang me on Sunday night, his voice
tense and angry, and my reaction to it was initially one of panic.
But I needn't have bothered, because he was calling to say that he,
his business partner, and his wife would once again be absent all day
Monday, attending to the warehousing problem. He asked me if I could
once more drive the girls into school -`I'm sorry to have to ask you,
and on a Monday morning, too - I'm sure the last thing you're looking
forward to is work - but we'll be off very early, and it'd be really
helpful.' In the normal run of things I might have tried to fake
willingness to help, just to please my boss, but in this case, I had
to keep the much of the pleasure at his request out of my voice.
Friday had been a day of extreme eroticism, a day on which I had come
very, very close to fucking his thirteen year old daughter. And while
Monday, I hoped, would yield similar delights, I had to mask the
keenness in my voice. It was just as well I accepted at this point in
the conversation - for what he went on to say made it very difficult
to keep any control over my voce. `There's just one thing - Pen's been
a bit under the weather this evening, so if she doesn't feel up to
going in to school tomorrow, it's okay to let her spend the day in bed
- she shouldn't be to much trouble for you, but you might need to look
in on her occasionally.' I was unable to manage much more than a
mumbled reply in response to this, for while it might have been true
Penelope was genuinely unwell, it seemed far more likely to me that
she was plotting to get what we both so keenly wanted, a day alone in
each other's company.
Chapter 3. Alone Together.
So, Monday, brisk, early and horny, I arrived at the house. Four of
the sisters were ready for school, and they told me that Penelope was
indeed unwell and in bed. I could hardly wait for them to get in the
Range Rover so that I could drop them at school, and, this done, I
drove back much faster than I generally would have. Fucking Penelope
was on my mind as I covered the few miles between the school and her
house - the delights of a day spent solely with her - exploring every
inch of her sexy young body. She was a virgin, I knew that much, but
by the end of today she would be a complete woman. I was back at the
house soon after nine o' clock, and as I walked up to the front door,
it was opened for me - by Penelope, who stood in the hallway, dressed
in her school uniform. Momentarily I was taken aback, disappointed -
perhaps she had decided to go to school, after all. I need not have
worried, for as I pushed the door shut behind me I could see the
excitement and expectation in her eyes, and as I folded her in my arms
to kiss her she said `I thought you'd like it best if I wore my
uniform.'
`Oh, babe, yes, yes, you sexy little thing - god, how you turn me on,
how I want you...' We smothered each other in passionate kisses,
mingling lips and tongues until I pulled away and said `Let's go to
your bedroom' I picked her up, cradling her in my arms, and as I
made my way up to her bedroom, I covered her in kisses, her mouth,
eyes, nose, her forehead and sexy dark hair, nibbling her ears,
brushing my lips all over her face, over her neck, kissing her sweet
breasts through her shirt and bra, breathing in deep the intoxicating
scent of her perfume. My prick was painfully erect as I walked up the
stairs. Penelope had her left hand round my neck, holding on to me as
I carried her to her room. With her right had she reached down to my
zip to free my cock from its confines, and as we crossed the last few
steps to her room, she massaged my penis with gentle strokes. Once in
her room I gently lowered her to her feet, and once more we embraced
in a passionate kiss. `And now, sweet sexy, now I want you to be
naked for me' I said to her. I dropped to my knees and began to undo
her shirt. First I took each hand in mine, and undid the button on the
sleeve, then I moved up to her beautiful white neck and undid the
collar button. I kissed her shoulders as I moved my hands down from
button to button, and when the last one was undone, I gently pulled
the shirt out of her skirt where she had tucked it in. Moving my
hands back up to her shoulders I shucked the shirt off her, exposing
her simple cotton bra. `You are so sexy' I told her, `so terribly
sexy'. She smiled, blushed - and said `let me take your shirt off.'
She took my tie off easily enough, but the intensity of the situation
had her so excited that her hands were trembling, and she fumbled with
my buttons. I remained kneeling, letting her find her way, and as she
struggled with the collar button of my shirt, I slid my hands up the
back of her legs, over the sexy rough-smooth material of her
stockings, up under her grey skirt, to caress and fondle her arse.
After a moment she undid the top button of my shirt, and she found the
next one easier to handle. Then she simply pulled the shirt off over
my head. Once my chest was naked, she, too knelt, and showered kisses
all over me, starting with my mouth but rapidly moving down to my
chest, kissing and sucking my nipples, running kisses all the way from
my shoulders across my arms and down to my fingertips, turning my
hands over and pressing kisses into my palms. Then she moved down to
my cock, which was still sticking hard and throbbing out of my
trousers. `I have missed this' she said, before opening her mouth and
taking me inside. Her ministrations were so intense that I felt my
orgasm - the first of many that day, I was sure - approaching rapidly.
But I wanted to spurt my come over her naked body, so I eased her head
off my penis and lifted her back to her feet. `let me take your skirt
off, baby' I said. First I sat her on her bed, and undid the buckles
on her shiny black patent leather shoes. I slipped them off her and
kissed her feet through her stockings, pressing my lip to each toe in
turn, running up her legs to her knees. Then, sliding my hands
further up her legs and under her skirt, I held her hips and gently
motioned her to stand. Willingly she did so, angling her body
slightly so that I could reach the button and zip at the side of her
skirt. I undid both and let go, the skirt fell easily to the floor,
and she stepped out of it. She stood before me in just bra, panties
and stockings. We had been this far before, but now I was going to go
further, I was going to undress her completely, and have her undress
me entirely, too. Once more I crouched on my knees, pressing my lips
over her stockings and panties, inhaling her odour. I kissed up to
her belly, running a trail with my tongue up to her bra, nuzzling her
nipples through the fabric. I reached round and released its clasp,
using one hand to keep the cups pressed to her breasts as I helped her
move her arms out of the shoulder-straps with the other. And then I
lifted it away, exposing her breasts to me for the first time. It was
the first time, I was sure, they had been seen by any man - `oh, wow,
babe, they're -' I began, but just as I was about to say `beautiful'
she said `..too small!' I reassured her - `oh, they'll grow - but
like this, they're the most beautiful things I've seen - perfect, just
perfect.' They were about the size of half-cut oranges, and as I ran
my hands over them, they felt as smooth and as sweet as nectarines. I
leaned forward and nuzzled at her with my lips closed, and then I
opened my mouth and gently placed it over her right breast, caressing
the nipple with my tongue. She was most incredibly sensitive, and she
responded to this with a long, low moan of pleasure, pressing her
hands to my head. As I continued to nuzzle and lick her, she dug her
nails into my scalp harder and harder.
This just increased my pleasure and desire. I spent several minutes
thus worshipping her breasts, revelling in their tender young beauty,
revelling in being the first man to have explored her like this.
Penelope was getting lost in a world of desire and feeling, yet her
sexual impulses were clearly in control. `I want to see you naked'
she said in between her sighs of delight. `Undress me, then' I
replied, taking my mouth from her breasts, now coated in shiny saliva.
I stood, and she knelt, undoing my shoelaces and motioning me to lift
my feet so that she could slip off my shoes and socks. Then she moved
up to take off my trousers. All this while my cock, still achingly
hard, was sticking out of the fly, dripping clear pre-come. As her
delicate hands undid the buckle of my belt, she stuck out her tongue
and licked the pre-come for the tip of my penis, and then she once
more took my cock in her mouth, running her tongue round the helmet as
my trousers dropped to the floor. Her hands now free, she took hold
of the shaft of my prick and began gently moving it up and down, just
using the thumb and forefinger of each hand. `Oh, Pen, Christ, yes,
you're good, you're so good' I mumbled, feeling orgasm approaching.
Briefly, she took her mouth off my cock to look up at me and smile,
and then she returned to sucking me. But now she changed her method,
wrapping one hand fully round my cock, and with the other massaging my
balls. While she was doing this she alternated between sucking my
cock and then taking her mouth off to kiss and lick the head. And as
if this was not enough to drive me to come, what she did next took me
over the edge. She took her hand from my scrotum and put her index
finger into her mouth. Once she'd covered it in saliva she placed her
mouth back on my cock - and then reached her finger round to my arse.
I knew what was coming, though I was surprised by this young girl's
sexual imaginativeness. She traced her finger down the cleft of my
buttocks, and then, finding my arsehole, pressed it up against the
tight entrance. I moaned, indicating my acceptance, and she pushed
gently, easing her finger into my arsehole, running it past the
knuckle and then in as far as she could reach. More by luck than
judgement she found my prostate, and the way my cock jerked when she
touched it made it clear how intensely it affected me. But I was so
close to coming I had to stop her. `Let me see you naked, baby' I
whispered. She took her mouth off my cock and stood, smiling as she
did so. I knelt, once more kissing her sweet small breasts. Gently I
took hold of the black band of her tights, gently eased them down,
leaving her creamy satin panties in place. I trailed kisses down her
legs as I unrolled her stockings, finally slipping them off her feet
and covering her toes with my lips.
And now, at last, it was time to make her naked for me, it was time to
ease off her panties and enjoy the fullest extent of her adolescent
beauty. I eased my thumbs into the elasticised strip round the top of
her knickers, and reverently, trembling, slid them down. Her cunt....
It was wonderfully beautiful, lightly covered with her first growths
of hair, still sparse and wispy, merely highlighting the shape of her,
drawing attention to the outline of her lips rather than obscuring
them. The cunt of a little girl on womanhood's cusp. I leant forward
to kiss her, first of all just pressing my lips over her mons, and
then I pushed my tongue between her lips, slowly licking up to the top
of her vagina. The effect on her was far more intense than it had
been when I'd nuzzled and kissed her breasts, but now, when I reached
her clitoris, she exploded into cries of passion. `Oh, god, yes, lick
me, lick me, oh, oh - ohhhhhhh' - she orgasmed with the all passionate
intensity of her thirteen years, standing rigid, letting the pleasure
tear through her body, her hands holding tight onto my head, holding
my tongue slightly away from her now painfully over-sensitive
clitoris. She stayed like that for about thirty seconds, during which
her rigidity gave way to a shaking and trembling as she came down from
the heights I had taken her to. `Oh, god, I never knew it would be
that good' she said, breathless, panting with exhilaration. I stood
and we embraced and kissed. But I had still not come, and my need to
do so was intense. Penelope was still rather sensitive from her
orgasm, and now that I had come, and she knew what a man's orgasm
looked like, her sexual desires abated somewhat, making her a little
cautious about actually being fucked. But she was still quite horny
enough to want to suck me off, and I knew - as did she - that before
the day was over we would be lovers in every sense.
I lay down on the bed and she crawled between my legs, taking my cock
in her mouth, kissing and licking over the head, masturbating the
shaft with both her hands. `Turn round over me, baby' I said to her -
`put your knees over my chest - that's it - let me lick you as you
lick me..' She straddled me and lowered herself over my face, and I
began to lick her cunt, listening to her cries of pleasure as her
desires once more rose. And then I moved her forward a little, so
that her arse was directly above my face. I parted her buttocks to
expose her fresh, pink arsehole, wrinkled and tempting. I lifted my
head and poked my tongue up against it, breathing in deep the scent of
her arse, relishing the taste of her most secret intimacies. She
whimpered in response to this newest pleasure, biting her mouth harder
over my straining penis.
This was enough to take me take me over the edge. I felt myself
coming, and in the second or two I had between the feeling and the
ejaculation, I shucked out from under Penelope's body, rolled her
over and turned myself round, all in one smooth, rapid move, so that
now she was lying head towards the foot of the bed, and I was crouched
over her. I had just started coming as I moved into position over
her, and so the first pump of semen squirted over the sheets of her
bed. But after that, all my seed was for her body. I started by
moving my prick towards her face. She understood, and opened her
mouth. Rather than crudely shove my cock all the way in, I just
rested the tip of my penis on her lower lip, so that I could see the
jets of white come spurting into her, coating the back of her tongue,
her teeth, the roof of her mouth. Then I withdrew, to coat her face
in sperm, ejaculating over her eyes, her hair, before moving back down
her body, painting each breast with a spurt of jism. I moved across
her belly, leaving a curled trail of semen over it, then I squirted a
glob of come into her belly button, and sprayed my last two or three
shots over her sweet young cunt. As I finished coming, I held the
still-engorged tip of my penis over her cunt, and with it massaged my
semen into her, covering the light dusting of pubic hair with my
ejaculation, coating her cunt lips with my juice.
As this all happened (naturally much more rapidly than it takes to
write it) she was moaning in ecstasy, and I was scarcely less lost in
the throes of my own illicit joy. Never had I experienced anything so
intensely enjoyable, each pulse of come was like a spurt of liquid
fire from my penis, giving me almost as much pain as it gave pleasure.
Her sweet illegal thirteen-year old body, her pubescent cunt and baby
breasts made me feel like I was ejaculating lava over her, not semen.
As I descended from my high, I fell forward on her, pressing my body
over hers, my come forming a slippery shield between us. Gently, I
moved my body circularly over hers, massaging my come into her skin
and mine, as she and I kissed, sucking lips and tongues. As she lay
beneath me, I was freshly aware of her simple, breathtaking beauty.
And as I kissed her lips, kissed her face, her cheeks, nose, her eyes,
kissed over my own cooling come in kissing her, I marvelled again at
the fortune that had brought this rare child to be my lover, to be
lying beneath me, all my own, my absolute lover, covered in my come.
We lay like this, wrapped in each other, enjoying each other, for what
seemed like an eternity of erotic perfection. In my complete
contentment I nearly fell asleep, but it was the drifting off that
brought me round. I knew there was so much more we had to explore
together that we could not yet sleep in each other's embrace. She too
had nearly fallen into slumber, so I slowly woke her by pressing
increasingly intense kisses all over her. At first, they were just on
her now closed mouth, but then, moving down to her breasts and on to
her tender young cunt, I played over her clitoris with my tongue, and
woke her to full fire. `Hey, baby' I said to her - she merely moaned
in reply. And much as I wanted to carry on the love play I had
initiated, I decided instead that we needed a break, for hot though my
desires were, I was not able to come again just yet. So moving back
up to her face, I planted tender, gentle kisses over her lips.
`Breakfast, sexy? We've the whole day ahead of us, the whole day to
be together.' She murmured her contentment at my suggestion. As I
moved off her, the drying come between us formed a slight stickiness
between our bodies.
`Wash, first' she said - so I got up, naked and again hard, my cock
bobbing in front of me, and went to the bathroom to get a sponge.
With this, I lovingly washed her down, wiping the come out of her
hair, rinsing it off her breasts, belly and cunt... Once she was
clean, I left her to dress, and went back to the bathroom to clean the
drying come spread over my body. Still naked, I went into her parents
bedroom and took her father's dressing gown from behind the door of
their en-suite bathroom, and, clad in this, I joined her again in her
room.
She had dressed, and was wearing a pair of black leggings, tight and
snug, which hugged her legs and highlighted their smooth adolescent
sexiness, as well as the vee of her cunt and the apple-like rounded
firmness of her arse. Along with the leggings she wore a casual black
top, contoured enough to highlight her perky little breasts when she
moved or stretched. We embraced, kissed, and she slipped a hand
inside the dressing gown, toying with my cock, which twitched and grew
in her grasp. I felt my desire grow, and saw her eyes dilate and
blood build up in her face as she too responded. I wanted to tear off
her clothes and fuck her right now, but to make the most of the
anticipation, instead we went downstairs to eat breakfast. Neither of
us was very hungry- we had far better things on our minds. I looked
in the fridge and found some strawberries. I sat her on my knee and
fed them to her, alternating kisses and strawberries, or offering them
to her held between my lips. But after a few minutes of this the food
was forgotten, as we kissed and kissed ever more passionately. My
cock was again rock hard, poking up out of the dressing gown. She
dropped to her knees and took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue
round the top to clean off the pre-come. She murmured and moaned in
pleasure while doing this, repeating my name over and over like a
chant. Yet in the midst of this I thought I heard her mutter `Daddy'
once - twice. And certainly, one or two of the comments she had made
about her parents didn't seem quite usual to me. But my thoughts soon
drifted away from this under the sweet caress of her tongue, and the
sight of her head bobbing between my legs.
I could wait no longer, and now I knew it was time to take her
virginity. `Come upstairs' I whispered to her. Obediently she got to
her feet and I followed her up the stairs, feasting my eyes on her
sexy arse as she went. Once in her room she turned and we embraced,
kissed passionately, mashing lips and tongues. But I could not wait.
I had to have her - and she was as eager to be fucked as I was to fuck
her. I undressed her quickly, taking off her top and peppering her
shoulder and breasts with urgent kisses. She responded keenly,
roaming her hands over my chest and then slipping between the folds of
the dressing gown which I was wearing - her father's - to reach my
hard cock. She stroked it keenly, occasionally reaching her hand down
to my balls, running her fingernails over them. But it was time, so I
bent forward slightly, and hooked my thumbs under the band of the
leggings she was wearing. I peeled them down to reveal her beautiful
teenage nakedness, for she was not wearing panties. `Oh, baby, you're
sexy' I whispered to her - `so sexy - I'm going to fuck you now..' I
scooped her up in my arms and laid her on her bed. Then, slipping the
dressing gown from my shoulders, I joined her. I knelt between her
slender white legs, opening them slightly and ate her out, delving my
tongue deep into her virginity, savouring her young fresh taste. She
moaned and writhed from the pleasure this gave, and her ecstasy was so
erotic it brought me close to orgasm. But this time I was determined
to come inside her and, reluctantly moving my mouth from her cunt, I
lay down beside her. She took this as a sign that it was her turn.
She moved between my legs, and, crouching, enveloped my cock with her
mouth. It had not quite been my intention for her to do this, but the
pleasure was so great that I revelled in it for a while. But as I once
more approached orgasm, I stopped her. `Since it's your first time
it might be painful' I told her - `so it's best we go at your pace.'
With this, I put my hands under her arms and motioned her to straddle
me. She understood my intention and mounted my body, her knees on
either side of my pelvis, my hot hard cock pointing straight up toward
her virgin cunt. `That's it, baby' I encouraged her, moving one hand
to my cock to hold it steady. `Just ease yourself down on it.' She
was an eager pupil, and looked directly into my eyes she lowered
herself onto my penis, feeling a man inside her for the first time,
yielding her sweet virginity to me. Slowly, slowly, she descended,
until I could distinctly feel her hymen against the head of my cock.
`Courage, now, little one, be brave' I said to her. At this she
pursed her lips in a defiant pout and in one swift move impaled
herself on me, forcing herself down onto my cock with a thrust that
took me all the way inside her. She gave a slight whimper at this,
and I saw tears well in her eyes, but that was all. She leaned
forward and pressed her mouth over mine, pushing her tongue between my
lips, kissing me lovingly, madly. She was a quick learner for a
thirteen year old, and increasingly adept in the ways of pleasure. As
our tongues mingled she slowly began to rotate her hips, experiencing
the feel of my hard cock moving inside her. At first she moved in
just the tiniest circles, as if she was worried that to do otherwise
would cause her pain, but as her confidence and pleasure grew, she
began to experiment, moving herself up and down on my penis. She was
still bent forward kissing me as she did this, but as my climax
approached I moved her back a little, so that I could cup and caress
her pretty little breasts. I could not take much of this wanton
little thirteen year old experimenting with my cock, and as she moved
around on me I felt the rush of my come approaching. I had wanted to
last longer, but instead I just gave myself up to the pleasure of it,
letting my eyes dwell on the rapture on her pretty face, her lips
parted in sexual pleasure, on her breasts, on her pretty cunt, with my
hard swollen cock speared into it. I moved my hands to fondle her
arse, moving in time to her rising and falling on me, running a finger
round to toy with her puckered arsehole, pushing gently at its
entrance. She moaned in heightened delight at this, and I could tell
her own orgasm was fast approaching. She too seemed to sense mine - I
pulled her back down to kiss her again, and as our tongues twined I
began to come. It was an intense orgasm, and as I started to spurt
come into her, she too went over the edge into orgasm. She sat bolt
upright, her body tense and still. She was arched backwards on me in
an agony of pleasure as I ejaculated jet after jet of hot come inside
her wonderful tight little cunt. My orgasm lasted for about thirty
seconds, but hers seemed to take her away into a realm of bliss for
several minutes. With my softening cock still in her, she collapsed
forward onto my chest without a word, and lay perfectly still while
she came down from her high. When she recovered she kissed me
tenderly on the lips.
`What about that bath?' she asked.
`Perfect' I said.
I went into the bathroom, ran a deep bath, full of warm water and
foam, and eased myself into it. She came into the bathroom and her
face fell slightly on seeing me already there. `Oh- I wanted to -
you know - I'll go downstairs.'
`That's all right' I replied - `get in - you'll need to clean up
first.' She stepped into the bath and remained standing and gently I
began to wipe around her cunt, laving away the come splashed over the
few dark hairs. A red blush of arousal spread into her face and
across her neck as she responded to this stimulation. Cupping her
arse in my hands, I pulled her closer to me. Then I moved one hand
round to gently open her lips, and leant forward to suck and nuzzle at
her sweet young sex, kissing her cunt like it was a mouth, running my
tongue up inside her. I began to suck a mixture of my own come and
her juices out of her, swallowing it and relishing the taste. I
gathered a little of it in my mouth and moved up from her cunt to kiss
her on her mouth, and as our tongues mingled I fed it to her. She
swallowed it down keenly, gently running her little foot over my cock
and balls. I dropped my mouth down to her cunt once more, licking up
another mouthful of the mixture, moving back up. She offered her lips
to me, expecting another kiss, but instead I licked all over her face,
smearing the mixture of come, saliva and her own juices across her
cheeks, over her eyelids, lips and nose. I leaned back to look at
her, my little thirteen year old lover, in the bath with me, her face
smeared in a mixture of her come and mine. It was a maddeningly
erotic sight, stimulating me to further acts of perversity. I held my
hands together and scooped some of the warm, soapy water into my
mouth. I moved my head back down between her legs and, once more
holding her open with my fingers, I douched out the rest of my come
from her cunt. The sensation of this drove her wild, but when I
directed a jet of water across her clitoris, she exploded immediately
into orgasm. This one was not so intense as the one I'd given her
when I fucked her, but it made her legs go weak, and she sat down with
a splash in front of me. `Thank-you' she said, simply, before leaning
forward to kiss me. As we spent a few minutes kissing like this, she
stroked and caressed my cock. The warm water had relaxed away the
slight ache in my balls from my previous massive come, and I felt
myself once more moving towards orgasm. Although the water level was
pretty high with both of us in the bath, the head of my prick was
sticking above the surface. She bobbed her head down, taking my prick
into her mouth, licking her tongue round the top where my pre-come was
beginning to leak. She opened her mouth slightly and sucked up a
little bathwater, swirling it round the head of my cock. It was
simply wild. But I did not want to come yet, and, besides, I had
another idea. I moved her head off my cock. She seemed to think we
were going to fuck now, and said `no - I need to - you know - ', going
slightly red as she did so.
`I know, baby, I know' I told her - `and I want you to do it right
here.' Her eyes widened in surprise at this - but then she smiled as
she thought about the erotic side of my request - `oh, wow - you mean
that, here, in the bath..?'
`On me' I told her.
`That's weird - but cool' she said ` - are you sure?'
`Oh, yes, Penny, - stand up.' As I lay down in the bath, I
positioned her as she stood so that her legs straddled either side of
my body at chest level, her feet tucked under my arms, toes pressing
into my ribs. This brought her cunt just in front of my face. `Let
it go, baby - do it - relax - piss on me.' She closed her eyes, and
looked upwards, as if she was thinking, concentrating. And then,
after a moment, a brief half-jet of warm, golden piss squirted out of
her. It dribbled down the lips of her cunt, falling between her legs
into the water covering my chest. Then another weak spurt, but after
that she relaxed more fully, and began to piss in earnest. This
stronger stream spurted out of her and onto my face, it hit my
forehead and ran down over my eyes, across my face. Some of the pale
yellow stream flowed round my mouth and into the bathwater, tinting it
slightly, and some of it ran over my lips. I opened my mouth and held
out my tongue to drink it as it streamed over me, luxuriating in the
hot intimate taste of her piss, the sexy eroticism of drinking her
urine. She was getting off on it, too, for she had opened her eyes
now, and was looking directly into my face as she pissed all over it,
expectations and bright lust in her eyes. I moved my head so that I
was directly under the flow, and let my mouth fill with the hot fluid
until it ran out over my chin, and then I gulped it down with the most
intense pleasure. I moved my hands up under her cunt, letting her
piss stream over my fingers, feeling its warmth, catching it in my
cupped hands and pouring it into my mouth. As her stream began to
slacken and dwindle, I caught the last few gushes in my hands. I slid
back up the bath until I was sitting upright and said `now you.' She
understood, and she crouched down, sitting on her knees so that her
cunt was directly over my hard cock and her face level with mine.
`Open' I said to her, gently. She obeyed, opening her mouth, and I
held my cupped hands up to her, tipping them so her own piss ran over
my fingertips into her mouth, half-filling it. Then I pressed my
mouth to hers, running my tongue inside and swirling it in the warm
golden liquid. I disengaged, saying `swallow it' - and again she
obeyed, drinking her own piss, fed to her from my hands.
But when she said `your turn!' I knew that she was fast becoming a
creature of the most unbounded sexuality, and I was certainly keen to
tutor her. With my raging hard-on, pissing was pretty much a tall
order. Oh, I wanted to, very much, but the mere thought of it made
my cock swell all the more, and pissing all the harder.
`Let me get up' I told her. She stepped out of the bath, and I stood.
There was a shower extension running off the taps. I turned it on,
giving the water a moment to turn cold.
`What are you doing?' Penelope asked, climbing back into the bath.
`A man finds it difficult to go when he's like this - a hard prick's
for shooting come, not piss,' I explained. I held the showerhead over
my swollen cock, and the cold rush of the water made me jump - but it
had the desired effect of quelling my erection. `And now, sexy...' I
said to her - `...it's time.' She climbed back into the bath and sat
at my feet. I laid my softened prick across the top of her head,
against her black hair, and, after closing my eyes a moment and
concentrating, I began to piss. Her hair was still dry, and so at
first my piss just soaked into it. But as her head became saturated
and started to glisten with the flow, the excess liquid began to
stream from her hair and down round her face in a golden halo. It ran
across her cheeks, over her neck, down her back, and she too opened
her mouth and held out her tongue to taste it. My piss was of a far
deeper yellow than her pale straw urine had been, and it imparted a
strong tinge to the bathwater. Gently I placed a hand under her chin,
tilting her head backwards. I crouched slightly, and laid my cock on
her lower lip, letting the hot fluid run straight into her mouth. I
watched in erotic fascination as her small mouth filled with my piss,
as it began to overflow out over her lips and chin. Then, keeping her
mouth open all the while, she swallowed, before beginning to let her
mouth fill again. My bladder was now nearly empty, so I held her
under her arms and motioned her to stand. I sprayed the last few
spurts of piss directly over her girlish, almost-bald cunt, and then
we embraced in a kiss. But she had a surprise for me - she had kept
half a mouthful of my urine, and as our lips met she fed it back to
me. It was only fair that I should do for her what I had expected
her to do for me, and so after mingling tongues for a moment, swirling
my own piss about our interlocked mouths, I swallowed it down. By
this time my cock was hard again, pressing excitedly against her
tender white belly. She stooped down and took me in her mouth,
massaging my balls and pressing her index finger against my arsehole.
I moaned in encouragement, at which she pressed harder. She could not
get in, so she ran her finger over the bar of soap in the dish by the
bath, and again applied it to me. With this lubrication it slid in
easily enough.
Quick learner that she was, this time she went straight for my
prostate gland, massaging it gently, causing me the most exquisite
pleasure. All the while she was worshipping my cock, licking and
sucking it, then pulling her head back to press kisses all over its
head, and all over my groin and balls. The tip of my penis
fascinated her particularly, and again and again she returned to it,
placing tender little kisses on it, licking the eye with her tongue
and lapping up the pre-come. She looked at me with keen excited eyes
as she did this, and as I gazed into their green depths I marvelled at
my situation, having this wild young nymph, this thirteen year old
beauty, sharing a bath with me, giving me her body. Once more I
wanted to fuck her, but I knew the bathwater would have washed away
her lubrication, and that to do so would hurt her. But the mouthlove
she was giving me was wonderfully pleasurable, and the thought of
delivering her another drink of come was quite enough. As my erotic
desires peaked I imagined all the things I wanted to do with this sexy
thirteen year old, fuck her cunt again and again, fuck her in the arse
and give her the feel of her first buggering, fuck her with her
younger sister, her elder sisters, their boyfriends, her father, her
mother, all of it. Every desire and delight ran across my mind, and I
wanted to experience them all. The effect of all this was inevitable,
and for the third time that morning, I came. Hot splatters of come
fired over her face, into her eyes and over her piss-soaked hair, I
directed a couple of gobs of it over her breasts, and then the rest
into her mouth. She ran it around her mouth with her tongue,
squeezing it up against the roof of her mouth and through her teeth,
so that some of it flowed down over her lips and dibbled off her chin,
falling in a long thin strand into the bathwater. Then, tipping her
head back, she opened her mouth, showing me the hot jism that still
half filled it. Strings of it were stretched between her pearly white
teeth, and she licked these up with her tongue before swallowing the
whole lot down. With her fingers she massaged my sperm into her pert
young tits, scooping some of it up into her mouth. Finally she ran
her hands through her piss-and-come soaked hair, covering them in the
mixture, and then laid them on my chest, dragging them down across it
and over my stomach, smearing a glistening trail of the slimy liquid
as she did so. She drew her hands all the way down to my softening
cock, running her fingers over it caressingly, and finally breaking
contact. Then she looked up at me and said `Wow. Wow. That was....'
She did not have the words to describe it. Instead she just smiled
radiantly, and eased herself down into the bath, so that the mixture
of piss, come and water lapped up over her shoulders. Her eyes were
heavy-lidded with satisfied desire, and she breathed gently, deeply.
I sat down on the edge of the bath, just watching her, revelling in
her adolescent sexuality. After a few minutes she came down from her
high, opening her eyes and smiling impishly at me. `That was great'
she said. Then with a glance down her body, she said `Great - but
messy!'
`I'll clean you up, sweet' I replied. She stood, and I used the
shower to run clean fresh hot water over her body, washing the now
rubbery strands of come off her, shampooing her hair to soak away all
the traces of my piss. I put the dressing gown back on and fetched a
couple of towels from the airing cupboard, placing one on the floor by
the bath. She stepped out onto it, and I draped the other one around
her shoulders, kissing her face and mouth as I did so, playfully
biting her nipples. Lovingly I dried her off, peppering her sweet
body with little kisses, licking down her belly and once more tasting
her cunt. I turned her round to dry off her back, kissing over her
shoulderblades and down her spine, down across the small of her back
to her buttocks, parting them, running my tongue down the crack and
lingering over her pink puckered little arsehole, drawing a finger
over the lower end of her cunt between her legs. I swirled my tongue
against her arsehole, kissing it, pushing my tongue inside, and as she
moaned at this pleasure I imagined how it would look, how it would
feel, when I fucked her there. Once she was dry I led her to her
bedroom, to pick out the clothes I wanted her to wear. I already had
a good idea of the contents of her wardrobe, having been through her
clothes during the hours when she was at school, enveloping and
caressing my cock with dresses, shirts, blouses, skirts, leaving faint
trails of pre-come and smelling her perfume rise as I did so. I knew
what it was I wanted her to wear - the clothes she had on when I first
saw her. But when I'd picked out that erotic t-shit and was looking
for those tracksuit bottoms, unsexy apart from the memory attached to
them, she rummaged in her underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of
green satin panties.
`I was wearing these, too' she told me.
So even when I first saw her, she'd known just how keenly I'd noticed
her. Lightly, sexily, she dressed, as naturally as if she'd been on
her own. Then she said `I want to dress you, too. Come with me' and
skipped out of the room. I followed her. She went to her parents'
bedroom. First of all she went into their bathroom, and, taking the
lid off the laundry basket, pulled out a pair of her father's boxers.
She pressed the crotch of them to her nose, inhaling deeply - `mmmmm'
she murmured, flicking her tongue out briefly, before tossing them
over to me. Then she found a shirt of his, and handed me that, before
selecting a clean pair of socks and trousers from his wardrobe.
Marvelling at her sexual imagination, I dressed. She decided she
wanted to go for a walk, and as I needed a break from our sexual
activity, I was glad to agree.
Chapter 4. The Castle.
We left the house together, walking towards the ruined castle a little
way outside the village. The village is near the England-Wales
border, and the castle was one of those built by Edward II as part of
his campaign to subdue Wales. It's a massive old red sandstone
building, in part hewn directly out of the local rock, and for such an
old building it is in a good condition. One of its towers is in such
good repair that visitors can walk right to the top, and see the view
covering a huge area of the river valley. When we arrived we were the
only people there. The thrill of being alone with Penelope in this
ancient and quiet surrounding began to turn me on. She was feeling
equally excited, and as we looked round the castle we exchanged so
many kisses and touches that I was soon raging to fuck her once more.
`Undress for me' I said. `I thought you'd never ask' was her reply.
She didn't take long about it, slipping off her t-shirt to reveal
again her little breasts, slipping off her shoes and socks, peeling
down her tracksuit trousers and stepping out of them, easing down her
deep green panties. And there she stood before me, this naked, sexy
thirteen year old, standing on the green lawn of the keep, surrounded
by the massive red sandstone walls of the castle. In the clear
daylight she looked younger than she did in her bedroom, and her sexy
cunt seemed entirely bare, smooth, crisply outlined against her
juvenile thighs. She clasped her hands above her head, luxuriously
stretching, arching her back and thrusting her sweet fuckable tits
out, smiling at me in the most sexy and alluring way as she did so.
She was such a wild, abandoned creature, and she danced around the
lush green of the lawn, utterly naked, spinning cartwheels,
somersaults, leaping into the air. She cavorted, jumped, lost in the
pleasure of her nakedness, exposing herself to me, bending over
backwards, touching the grass with the palms of her hands, stretching
her belly and slightly opening the lips of her sweet cunt as she did
so. Then she turned round, her back to me, and bent forward, causing
her buttocks to stretch open, exposing her sweet pink arse nestled
deep in the crevice between them. My desire and arousal rose and rose
and she performed for me, and soon enough I was at such a pitch I had
to fuck her. `I want you' I said to her.
`You'll have to catch me first' she laughed, running away from me.
This erotic game appealed to me, and I gave chase. She ran across the
lawn of the keep and down a flight of steps. At the bottom of these
she turned back to me and said `No fair! You've got to be naked,
too!' It suited me, and I undressed then and there. She watched
approvingly, and when I was as naked as she was, she scampered off,
and I chased after her again. She doubled back on her steps and
headed for the tower. I let her keep ahead of me, watching her run
into its doorway and begin to climb its steep, circling staircase. I
pursued her, a bit more quickly now, until I was close enough behind
her to see her sexy white form, her smooth legs and taut buttocks, her
elegant back and dark hair, disappearing half a turn ahead of me. My
cock grew and grew as I followed her, standing out in front of me like
a hard club, for I knew as well as she did that there was nowhere to
go once she got to the top. As we ran higher and higher, the light
coming in at the bottom of the tower faded out until we were running
in near darkness, and the only sound that could be heard was the soft,
excited patter of our feet, with just the faintest outline of her body
in front of me. Soon enough this grew stronger, as we approached the
upper exit and daylight began to flood down on us once more. Her form
grew stronger and clearer as we neared the top, neared the goal - the
place where I would catch her and fuck her. And then, with a final
patter of running feet, she burst out onto the top of the tower.
Lightly she ran into the far corner, and then turned to face me,
resting against a corner where two of the walls met. `You've caught
me' she said, bright-eyed, breathing hard.
`It looks like it' I replied, walking towards her, my hard penis
bobbing as I did so, already obscenely beginning to drool pre-come. I
took her in my arms, kissing her hard, moving down to graze her
nipples. Then she knelt and began to blow me, worshipping my
throbbing cock, licking and sucking it, running her tongue round the
glans, licking all the way down the shaft and then kissing and sucking
my balls. She placed her hands on my hips and turned me round, so I
was facing away from her, and then she held my buttocks apart and
began to kiss and lick my arsehole.
`Bend down,' she whispered, and I did so, spreading my arse cheeks
apart, giving her better access to my ringpiece. She poked her tongue
up against it, pressing hard so that the tip began to penetrate. It
was an intense feeling, and I was almost ready to blast come all over
roof of the tower. Then she inserted a long, slender finger into my
arsehole, massaging my prostate gently, all the while masturbating me
with her other hand. This was getting to be too much, so I stood
up, turned round, and raised her off her knees, which she had been
crouching on to pleasure me. Briefly, I offered my cock to her mouth -
`get it good and wet, baby' -and then I held it up against the lips
of her cunt.
`Oh, yes' she breathed, and, our eyes locked together, I entered her,
glorying in the delicious warm tightness of her little girl cunt. I
thrusted in and out of her gently, trying to prolong the pleasure for
both of us. I pulled out, said `new way, baby' and, taking her by the
shoulders, turned her round. First I crouched down, spread her
buttocks with my hands, and began to make love to her arsehole with my
tongue, enjoying its clean pinky taste, thrusting my tongue in as she
had done for me and then running my index finger in, after first
lubricating it in her cunt. The sensation of this made her moan in
desire. I stood and, still holding her buttocks apart, pressed my cock
up against her arsehole. Holding the shaft in my hand, I wiped its
head over the orifice, smearing pre-come over it. She moaned at the
sensation of this, at which I thrust my hips forward, trying to enter
her. But she was too tight, and, much though I wanted to fuck her
sweet, virgin arse, I did not want to hurt her. Buggering her would
have to wait until we were back home and I could find a more effective
lubricant. In any case, I wasn't quite sure if she knew what I had in
mind - she may just have been enjoying the feel of my cock without
realising I wanted to thrust it deep inside her arse, to spurt hot
come into her bowels.
But it wasn't as if I was short of delights, and her sugar-sweet cunt
was the perfect place to satisfy my need to come. She was still
turned from me, so I dropped to my knees once more and licked over her
cunt from behind. Then, standing, I applied my prick to her lips, and
softly, easily, glided into her, feeling her cunt yield and stretch
around my swollen penis. This was a new position and a new sensation
for her. I rotated my hips so that the head of my cock rubbed up
against her g-spot, and, along with this, I reached one hand round and
gently stroked her clitoris. The effect was inevitable. She began to
murmur, then whimper, and her breath grew ragged, faster, as she began
to pant, to moan - and finally to cry out `Oh, god, yes, yes, do it,
Daddy, do it, I love it, oh Daddy, Daddy, that's great, you're such a
good fuck, oh Daddy, I've wanted this so long, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck
- fuck - yes - y-e-e-e-s-s-s.....' Hearing her call me `Daddy' pushed
me over the edge, and as I felt my orgasm begin, I played along to her
incestuous fantasies. `Oh, god, my little girl, Daddy loves you, Daddy
loves fucking his little girl, his sexy naked schoolgirl daughter,
Penelope, oh, sexy, fuck, Penny, Daddy's little fuckpiece, oh -' I
fired long and hard into her, jet after jet of hot come, and as I
came, she orgasmed too. Her rapturous cries dissolved into incoherent
muttering as she died away in the throes of her pleasure, and she
twisted her head back to meet my mine, our mouths meeting and mingling
in a storm of passion, sucking lips and tongues.
As we came down from our orgasmic high I disengaged from her,
withdrawing my softening and glistening cock from her. As I pulled
out one or two globs of my come dripped from her cunt. She turned to
face me, and I held my prick towards her for her to lick clean. She
did this willingly, but as she was licking the mixture of my come and
her juices off my prick, I noticed a couple walking up the path toward
the castle, where our eagerly-discarded clothes lay scattered all over
the grass far below us `We better run, baby' I told Penelope -
`someone's coming. Her eyes opened wide in panic at this, and
together we ran fast back down the stairs. Reaching the bottom, we
had just enough time to pick up our clothes and run behind a dividing
wall as the couple walked into the main castle. Behind this wall we
hurriedly dressed, listening to the voices of the visitors talking
about the castle as we did so. Then, trying to look as cool and
natural as we could, we carried on looking round the castle. Penelope
smiled as we walked by the couple, and said `Good morning' to them. It
gave me a thrill to think that this girl who must have seemed so
innocent to them had just been well fucked, and that if they had
arrived a little earlier they would have seen her running around this
same bit of grass absolutely naked. No doubt they thought she was a
relative, or even my daughter, a perfectly normal thirteen year old
girl - instead of the wanton sex object she was, with a cunt full of
my fresh come. We walked over to the most ruined section of the
castle. Penelope stood against the low, shattered wall, looking out
across the view. I stood close behind her, one hand around her
shoulders, pointing out the direction in which her house lay. To the
couple somewhere behind us, if they were watching, this must simply
have looked like a father showing his young daughter the view. But
really my other hand had slipped under her t-shirt and was massaging
her sweet small breasts, moving from nipple to nipple, rolling and
tweaking them in my hand. Penelope craned her neck back to see where
the other visitors were and, the coast being clear, she reached round
and undid the zip of the trousers I was wearing, reaching her hand
into my boxers - her father's boxers, that is - and began to massage
me as gently and erotically as I was massaging her. I slipped my hand
from her breasts down the front of her tracksuit trousers, and began
to circle a finger over her clitoris. I could feel her cunt begin to
moisten and her breath quicken at this. I eased my middle finger into
her cunt, rubbing it up against the front inner wall, again searching
for her g-spot, stroking her there with the soft pad of the top of my
finger. She pressed her head back against me in ecstasy, rubbing her
black hair over my chest, eyes closed.
`So we have a thing for Dadddy, do we?' I whispered in her ear as I
pleasured her. I saw a faint blush rise into her cheeks, but she
didn't dodge the question - `When I'm - you know, like that - I
imagine him - you know - and - '. I pulled my finger out of her,
offering it to her mouth, to see if she liked the taste of cunt. She
did. I found it most alluring that even though we were engaged
willingly in these erotic acts, she was too modest to use the words
and phrases of sexuality. Oh, in the heights of her desire there were
no barriers in her vocabulary, but in this gentler level of arousal,
though she admitted to the feelings, she stepped daintily round the
words - for the true meaning of what she'd said was `when I'm about to
come I think of Daddy fucking me.' The way she had explored this
incestuous fantasy by having me dress in her father's clothes turned
me on greatly, and I decided to try to think out a way of making her
desire come true. Certain hints her father had dropped made me
suspect that he harboured more than fatherly feelings towards this
daughter.
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