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Subject: {ASSM} Kelly's sexy schoolgirl panties - Chapter 15
Date: Sun, 18 Aug 2002 16:10:03 -0400
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You posted an earlier chapter some time ago.  here's the latest - do
you want the middle ones?  Let me know - Emily


Chapter 15

It was a few days later, and Jim was wondering why he hadn't seen
young Kelly lately.

He had had a wonderful time the previous Saturday, especially with
Hayley, but he was ready for more, and he thought about the little
arrangement he had had with Kelly.  Perhaps she had told someone about
it, or perhaps she had just forgotten.  He decided to get up early, so
that he could catch her when she delivered the papers.

The following morning, he was up at 6, and waiting by the door at
6.30.  Sure enough, just afterwards he heard the bicycle, and Kelly
was walking towards his front door.  He opened the door, and she
looked startled.

"What about our little arrangement, Kelly?  I haven't seen you for a
couple of weeks now, and I'm getting a bit lonely."

He leered at her, in a knowing sort of way.  

"Aren't you getting a bit short of pocket money for buying your
panties and things?"

He leered at her again.  

Kelly smirked a little, and wriggled provocatively.  

"After what you did to my panties last time I had to buy some more,
yes.  Bet you've been stealing them off my mum's washing line too!"

Little did she know that he had been - he had several pairs of the
girl's panties in his collection, and he loved to get them out and
sniff them, pretending that he could still smell her young scent.

"Don't be silly, Kelly.  Do you think I'm some kind of pervert?"

Kelly laughed.  

"Well, aren't you?"

Jim laughed. 

" I suppose I am, really.  But listen.  How about you coming round
here for another photo session?  You know I pay you well."

Kelly listened to him, and watched as he squirmed with old man lust
and tried to act cool.  She wriggled her little bum again,
provocatively, just to get him going even more.

"Sorry Mr Marsham.  I don't do that sort of thing any more.  I'm
afraid you'll have to find someone else.  How about trying my little
sister?"

And with that she was gone.  Jim thought she had been too embarrassed
by the last session or something, but little did he know the real
reason.

If he'd been around to watch her leaving her house later that day, he
might have been a bit surprised, especially if he'd taken the trouble
to follow her.

It was about 5 - not long after school had finished.  It was dark, and
the evening was cold.  Kelly was still wearing her school uniform, but
she was also carrying her school bag - which was odd, because she
wasn't heading for school at all.  She walked to the bus stop and
caught the bus into Croydon.  As she sat at the back of the bus
upstairs by the window, a respectable looking elderly man sat next to
her and she noticed him glancing at her legs.

She let her skirt ride up a bit, and then quite a lot, so that her
panties were only just hidden.  The poor old chap was nearly having a
heart attack as he watched this young girl showing more and more of
her thighs.

Kelly grinned.  He seemed such a nice old man, and she thought she
could cheer him up a bit, so she slipped her hand inside his and gave
it a small squeeze.  He was startled at first, but then just accepted
the situation, looking nervously around to make sure nobody could see
what was happening.  Kelly knew from past experience that nobody would
be able to see them, and took his hand a little more firmly.

"Do you want to touch me inside my panties?  I'll let you feel me up
if you want."

The old man gasped, but he didn't pull his hand away.  She guided his
hard and wrinkly hand towards her thighs, and rested it gently there
for a few seconds.  Then she placed his open palm softly but firmly
against the taut pink cotton gusset of her satin panties.  He let out
a low animal-like moan as his hand touched the warmth of her panties
and felt their sweet dampness - she had been at school all day and
although her knickers were still quite clean, Kelly did, like any
other young girl, perspire gently over the course of the day.  She
would have preferred to put clean panties on before going out, but she
knew that where she was going they'd like her slightly worn panties
much more than a clean pair.

The only people on the bus were right down the front, and there was no
way that they could see what Kelly and the old man were doing in the
back seat, which was just as well.  Keeping the man's hand pressed
against her thinly covered cunt, Kelly turned sideways so that he
could see her better.  The bus was stuck in the heavy rush hour
traffic, and there were no passengers getting on or off.  She had all
the time in the world to weave her magic spell over the old gentleman
- she liked the power it gave her.

He watched, as she opened her legs for him, his hand still resting on
her panties.  His hand was damp.  He put it to his nose and smelled
the soft scent of this beautiful, young, blue-eyed blonde girl.  He
touched her again, this time slipping his hand inside her panties and
actually touching her outer lips.  He watched as Kelly slipped her own
hand inside her panties and slid his forefinger inside her vagina. 
Even looking at her panties was very nearly enough to make him come,
poor old man that he was.  Although the gusset was made of pink cotton
to absorb the girly juices, they were mainly made of see-through
satin, and he could see his own gnarled old fingers pressing into the
girl's smooth love tunnel.

The satin was white and as smooth as Kelly's labia, but it was covered
in little pink teddy bears - all looking very happy indeed, as well
they might!  She looked so pretty in her pink and white panties that
the old man had to concentrate very hard to stop himself from
ejaculating inside his trousers.  Just as well, because Kelly had
other ideas.

With her free hand, she reached towards the old man's trousers and
quickly undid his zip.

"Fuck me with your finger as fast as you can" she whispered to him, as
the bus stood still in the traffic.

Neither of them saw the other red bus draw alongside going in the
other direction, though, itself also snarled up in the traffic.  Two
girls on their way home from school watched, fascinated, as the scene
on the other bus developed.

The old man was having some difficulty with his breathing because of
the sexual excitement, and was puffing and blowing like someone who'd
just run 10 miles.  Kelly was afraid he was going to have a heart
attack, but he calmed down and put two fingers inside the young girl's
cunt, pushing them hard inside her until she winced with pain.

"Hold on a minute - not so hard, I'm only little down there you know,
and I said finger, not fingers!  Anyway, it's a bit dry, let's see if
this helps."

She leaned forward a fraction, and dribbled into her open cunt,
rubbing it in as she did so.  This helped enormously, and the saliva
enabled the old man to comfortably finger-fuck her without it hurting
her.  As he was finger-fucking her, she pulled his cock out of his
trousers and gently stroked it.  It was already big and hard, but once
she had taken it out and caressed it for a bit it got even bigger and
even harder.  She wanted to kiss it and suck it, but she was too keen
on having her own orgasm, and that would have spoiled it, she felt
sure.  Instead, she dribbled some more, this time on the old man's
erect penis, and, again using her saliva as a lubricant, she rubbed it
hard with both hands while he continued to slip his fingers in and out
of her pulsating little pussy.

As they continued to masturbate one another, the two girls on the
other bus continued to watch, mesmerised by the sight of this old man
and the young girl fingering each other's genitals.  They themselves
became aroused by the sight, and after looking at each other in a shy
but knowing way, each of the girls slipped their hand up the other's
school skirt and inside her school knickers.  As they continued to
watch, the younger of the girls started to climax, and she needed more
than just her friend's loving fingers inside her.  The older girl
realised this, watching her friend's apparent anguish, and, not
knowing quite what to do, she kissed her deeply, pushing her little
pink tongue deep inside her friend's open mouth.

Meanwhile, on the other bus, the situation was developing.  Suddenly,
they became aware, first Kelly, and then from the look of shock on
Kelly's face, the old man, that they had an audience on the adjacent
bus.  It was too late for them to stop, though - they were both far
too far gone for that, and the old man in fact was getting quite a
thrill from knowing that the girls were watching him having his cock
rubbed and with his fingers up his young partner's cunt.

He smiled at the girls, and knew that they would shortly be getting a
nice little surprise.  As Kelly writhed and wriggled to the deep
thrusts of his fingers she began to climax, breathing very deeply and
moaning in a soft little voice.  This was something he had always
wanted, but never quite achieved, to climax at the same time as his
partner, and now it was about to happen.  As the girls watched, his
cock seemed to take on a life of its own, and with just one final
stroke from Kelly he came all over her hand.  It was so good, so
wonderful, so powerful - the semen just jetted from his prick like a
power hose, spurting into Kelly's cupped hand and splashing across
onto her little satin panties.  Now they were sticky little teddy
bears on her panties!

Kelly finished her orgasm, which took rather longer than the old man's
did, and smiled sweetly, happy that she had come, and happy that she
had helped this old man to have the bus ride of a lifetime.  Her
panties were now wet with her own sexual juices, and splashed with the
old man's cum.  She didn't think they'd mind much where she was going
next though.  Her cupped hand still contained a pool of sticky warm
spunk, and, knowing how men liked that kind of thing, she put it to
her lips and dipped her tongue in it gingerly.

The girls on the other bus were now kissing each other deeply, but
continuing to watch the scene that had first aroused them into sexual
congress.  As they kissed, their little tongues intermingling amidst
the shared pool of dribble, they continued to finger each other's
pussies.  Sensuously, they slid their fingers up each other's vaginal
canals, now very wet indeed, rubbing against their clits purposefully.
 Somehow, the scene in the other bus was contributing to what was
about to become a huge mutual orgasm, and neither of them wanted it to
stop.

Kelly sensed, as only another girl could, that the two girls needed
just a little more visual stimulation to help them reach their own
climaxes.  The old man's cock was now limp and flaccid, hardly a sight
to arouse anyone.  But his seed was everywhere, and to the girls, who
had never seen semen before, it was an erotic sight in its own right. 
Kelly knew what she had to do to complete their climax, and after
first licking and tasting the pool of spunk in her hand, she lifted
her hand to her mouth and lapped it into her mouth in one big lick. 
Oh it tasted so salty, so sticky and stringy, but so satisfying.  She,
Kelly, had caused this now sad looking penis to spurt out all that
gloopy white cream, and now she was about to swallow it inside her.

She rolled it round her mouth sensuously, letting the two girls see it
on her tongue, on her lips, dripping down her chin even.  Kelly wiped
her chin and swallowed the mouthful of semen, her hands now covered
with cum as most of it slid smoothly down her throat and into her
belly.  In one final, lascivious sexual act for the two girls, she
wiped both hands clean on the now sticky pink gusset of her panties
and licked her lips clean.

The girls on the bus watched and climaxed as they saw Kelly rubbing
the semen off her hands and onto her pretty pink and white knickers. 
They wanted very much to touch Kelly, to feel her sticky wet panties,
and most of all to kiss her.  They wanted to kiss her lips, her mouth,
her tongue, and they wanted to lick her panties, lap their tongues
inside her vagina, and taste the semen in her mouth.  For the moment,
they had each other, though, and that had to do.  It wasn't enough,
but perhaps they would meet again.

The buses moved on - the girls on their way home, the old man to his
home, and Kelly to her evening appointment.

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