Message-ID: <23321asstr$953871004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: noiselesshunger@bigfoot.com X-Original-Message-ID: <38da3b29.9175589@earth.hx.sonow.net> X-Original-Path: 210.78.24.132 X-Original-NNTP-Posting-Host: 210.78.24.132 Subject: {ASSM} Gotherige RP,1 of 5, M/f, inc, w/s * Date: Thu, 23 Mar 2000 23:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, IceAltar 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.... ****************************************** 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. 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