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   Age is No Problem by UK Snowy

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   Age is No Problem

   Maybe it was Aunty Maureen that triggered Joe's feelings for older
women. It seemed to increase the number of times he was getting stiffies
which was like all the time anyway, because they were happening all over
the place regardless of the presence of girls or dirty pictures.  Known as
Mo to his parents and Aunty Maureen to Joe and his three sisters Ann, June
and Catherine and his two brothers Nigel and Kevin, she had stayed with the
family Carter for three weeks before and two days after the grandfather's
funeral.  Apart from the dirty magazines Joe and his mates pinched from
stores or found round school or in public toilets and the odd flash of
Catherine's tits when she emerged from the bedroom she shared with June, he
had never seen a woman's body in so much detail.  Catherine had sometimes
giggled and pointed at his crotch when a stiffy occurred even just watching
sport on TV.  He wondered, Why does it happen like that?

   Catherine was the oldest of the girls at 15, June was 12 and Ann 8.  Ann
shared a room with Nigel who was seven and Kevin and and Joe shared.  Kevin
was 17 and working but moody and never bothered with Joe.  He said he was a
useless spotty faced kid, but Joe was 16 and actually taller than him, but
he earned proper wages and Joe was in his last year at school and could
only earn from his paper round in the evenings and both Saturday and Sunday
mornings.

   Loads of times he had views up Aunty Maureen's skirt at dark stocking
tops or tights, down her blouses, or knicker leg under a loose tee shirt
she wore to bed.  Never getting sight of her nipples although they vaguely
showed through her shirts, but they didn't seem to be as lumpy as his mum's
for instance, which always poked through her brassiere and top whatever the
material.  The nights that Aunty stayed, meant that Catherine and June
shared a bed top to tail and you should have heard the fuss about it. 
Aunty Maureen got the other bed in their room and of course there was a
scramble for the one bathroom in the house.

   The best sighting of all for Joe came very late in her stay, too fucking
late in fact - because it was a blast when it happened.  She was due to
leave on the Saturday morning on an early train.  Most of the Carters slept
in on Saturdays except me.  This particular morning, mum and dad would take
Mo to the station, so they were up well before their usual time, downstairs
getting breakfast ready.

   Joe left Kevin snoring last night's beer off and aimed for the bathroom
at his usual time.  As he opened the door, he realised his plans were
thwarted by Aunty Maureen who was coming out of the bedroom.  Joe stopped
with the door slightly open and watched as she wandered sleepily to the
bathroom, mistakenly opening Ann and Nigel's door first until she got her
bearings.  he knew she had had lots to drink last night as did his mum and
dad.  She wore a sort of loose flowery coat, but it hung open.  Christ! 
Joe's cock zoomed back to hard and vertical immediately, as it had been
minutes before getting out of bed.

   She had enormous boobs he knew, but to see them loose, wobbling free,
hanging low with two wide, pink, flat nipples was very exciting especially
when they were so close.  The bonus was to see her fleshy belly and the
mass of brown hair at the bottom.  Her belly wobbled too and her belly
button was buried in a deep hole amongst the creases of her skin.  She
disappeared into the bathroom and Joe waited, wanting to piss but wanting
to see her body again.  He pulled his cock automatically as he waited with
hushed breath listening to her noises and keeping an eye on Kevin in case
he woke up and saw him wanking near the open door.

   Aunty farted and grunted and Joe heard the splash of her piss, making
him want to piss even more.  It was hard to bottle it up and he wondered
how he could manage such a stiffy and a piss at the same time; it would hit
the ceiling first.  Then the taps ran, her washing commenced and it was
even worse, but after a while she finished and came out.  Joe closed the
door a bit so she wouldn't spot him and the great pole under his tee shirt.
It was cool what he saw next.

   Aunty Maureen held a towel to her front, the coat in her hand, as she
walked back to the bedroom.  This time Joe had a full view of her back and
bum.  The big fat cheeks bounced around the dark crack that ended in a
little Y shape at the bottom of her back flanked by two dimples.  She
dropped the flowery coat and bent to pick it up and he saw right up her
arse crack and the dark smudge round her hole and the way her pubic hairs
created a fringe below her cunt lips that were big and fat.  Cool!  He
nearly creamed onto the landing carpet at the sight.  During the funeral,
Catherine and Joe had shared a car with her and some other distant Aunty.
He had got a flash of Aunty Maureen's legs and thighs when she got in and
sat to sort out her black suit.  She wore black stockings because he saw
bits of bare flesh until her skirt was arranged.  Joe had got in the car
before she did and when she climbed in, stooping in the low interior, her
big bum had swivelled across his face within inches.  The skirt material
was shiny and tightly stretched and seemed vast as it passed him.  His
trousers were stretched to the limit and Catherine frowned and pointed at
Joe's crotch bulge but thankfully didn't sayanything.

   Joe dashed to the bathroom, levering his cock painfully down until the
hardness gradually gave in to a nice heavy fleshiness and pissed furiously.
Then within seconds he cranked it up again, put down the toilet seat and
sniffed it for traces of Aunty Maureen's buttock scent.  Imaginary or not,
he got the most tremendous hardon to the neat idea that had come to him and
had a glorious wank imagining her bum spread and overhanging the plastic as
she let go her piss and maybe a dump.  He washed and shaved off the sparse
fluff on his chin with a dry scrape of Kevin's razor - fuck him.  Thinking
about Aunty Maureen's mature body occupied Joe's breakfast as she sat
across the table, her big tits carried high and huge in a black lacy bra
that showed through her white shirt.  She wore tight trousers and high heel
shoes and loads of makeup and perfume.  A permanent hardon was thankfully
hidden under the table and he held a magazine over his crotch as he said
goodbye and went to the paper shop.

   That morning's tabloids had a feature on some scandal involving Sophia
Loren - the Italian film star and pictures of her were all over the front
pages and inside too.  Joe ogled them as he sauntered round, letting the
heavy paper bag shield his bulging crotch and give it some weighty pressure
keeping his dick at it's concrete like feeling, thinking how fantastically
sexy she looked at 60 odd.  He knew Aunty Maureen was 50 something and
wondered how she would look when she was in her 60s.  Mrs Carter was 49 and
looked older, but she wasn't sexy either.  Joe's mum had flat droopy tits,
but he got hard, although guilty, even watching his mum cooking the dinner
sometimes..

   Entering the driveway of number 14 in the posh area of town, Joe saw the
usual array of cars parked on the tarmac.  The black BMW, the maroon Range
Rover and the yellow Smart car were all in their regular places.  The
little left hand drive Smart's doors were open and he caught sight of a bum
wiggling outside the off side door.  A bucket and a hose were alongside the
car.  It was unusual at 8am to see anyone around this house and as he
neared the dwelling he realised the bum was female, housed in loose grey
gym shorts revealing the underhang of the woman's buttocks over fleshy but
shapely legs.  Joe had never seen the new occupants of this place for six
months.  They had moved in since last Christmas when he last saw the
previous owners who gave him a handsome cash tip.

   Joe studied the bum, watching it's swaying, flexing and stretching as
his Nike trainers took him quietly over the tarmac.  A hint of white
knickers caught his eye.  As he neared and approaching from a wider angle,
he could see up under the woman's body where her loose shirt hung low
exposing her belly and the occasional sway of her tits.  He was thrilled -
she had no bra on..  Joe rubbed his dick, covered by the bag of newspapers
and felt the surge of hardening at the little flashes of female intimacies,
regardless of what she looked like or her age.  He didn't know what
intrigued him about her..  She was clearly not a sprightly college girl, a
new young housewife or fit little PR or marketing bird.  It must have been
the ample although curvy nature of what flesh was exposed to him.

   Suddenly she extracted herself from the city car and turned to grab a
rag in the bucket.  Her bleached blonde hair was a mess, although tied back
in a head band.  Joe didn't look too long at her hair because in the
moments before she spoke, his eyes fixed on her boobs which were thrusting
at her top until she stooped and he saw glorious views of them as they hung
beyond the loose neckline of her top.  He swung the bag down and realised
too late the state of his tented shorts.  She glanced at his crotch, then
away and back to it before smiling and dipping the rag in the bucket.

   With the rag in her hand she faced Joe and he had to drag his eyes away
from her tits or more like her nipples which jutted through the material as
if they were going to burst the threads and hit him in the eye.  Still she
smiled, her tanned face slightly sweaty as Joe confirmed that she was not a
young woman, guessing she was in her 40s or 50s even, judging by the lines
and creases around her eyes and mouth.  She had quite a prominent curved
nose and lush lips and pair of small gold rimmed spectacles perched on her
nose.  She folded her arms under her tits, urging them up into enormous
soft piles on her forearms on which hung several gold bracelets.  Tanned
almost leathery freckled cleavage creased up to near her neck.  He watched
her eyes course over his body and realised he had swung the heavy paperbag
down behind him a tad too far Joe's bulging half hard cock would be clearly
visible under his football shorts.  Her smile widened to a leery grin then
closed leaving a cheeky sort of expression.

   'Ah!  You're the paper boy,' she said somewhat obviously.  'Bit old for
that aren't you, strong enough I reckon though?  Anyway must get on, got a
bit of a mess to clear up, Mitzy has been sick.'

   Gratefully freed from her stares, Joe grabbed the two broadsheets and
thrust them towards her, but she ignored him and delved into the car again.
He watched the splendid bodily activity for a few seconds before walking to
the front door and thrusting the stiffly rolled papers into the slit.  They
were grabbed from the inside, then the door opened and a man, two girls in
their late teens and a yappy chocolate and white Springer Spaniel clattered
noisily out, ignoring him, calling and waving cheerily to the woman getting
surly responses from her and then they opened up the BMW and Range Rover.
The dog was called to heel by the woman in a somewhat irritated tone as Joe
leered at the two birds climbing into the BMW.  They were extremely tasty
and stacked, both wearing tight sweaters and smart slacks.  Fuck!  They
were gorgeous, not just tasty.  He heard the dog yelp as the cars pulled
away and he guessed this was Mitzy.  It was carried to the house and
bundled inside and she returned to her chore.  He picked the next doors
papers from the bag and let them hang in front of him.

   'Sick in the car then?' Joe queried, talking to the deliciously wiggling
butt - not wanting to leave the fullsome views just yet.  Her knicker line
was clearly defined under the gum shorts.  It certainly wasn't a thong. 
Even the backs of her bronzed legs looked sexy as they tensed all the way
down to where her ankles which were clad in tiny grey tennis socks,
disappeared into her Saucony trainers.

   The woman didn't reply, so Joe walked round to the other side, to get a
last glimpse down her top before he left.  He got the glimpse as she
vigorously scrubbed the floor carpet.  Her bracelets rattled and her boobs
jiggled wonderfully as did the loose flesh hanging under her bare upper
arms.  He let the papers hang against his knob end that was bursting at the
material.

   'Look if you're going to hang around, do something useful and get me
some fresh water in that bucket,' she grunted, glancing up at Joe.

   He thought about the idea and how many papers had to be delivered.  Only
twenty more and so what if she saw his erection she had all ready.  She was
probably used to it, most women saw them every day he expected.  He dumped
the two papers back in the bag.  The hose dribbled nearby.  Joe swilled the
dirty water out and refilled the bucket carrying it to her.

   'How long have you worked here then?' he asked, getting her attention.

   Slowly, she unravelled her body from the neat little vehicle and
confronted him.  Her face looked thunderous, her mouth grimaced but she
looked him up and down.  Again slightly unsure, he held the bucket in front
of him, shielding his bursting erection.  It would have probably stuck out
the top of his shorts if he'd let it.

   'Work here?' she exploded.  'I bloody well live here young man.  I'm Mrs
Goldstein.  That was my old man and my two daughters leaving me to this
mess, but I suppose it's my fault.  Lazy I suppose - taking Mitzy to the
common instead of walking her round here for her exercise.  Bloody foot and
mouth crisis, bloody government messing things up,' she added.

   'Not used to the car then?  The dog,' Joe valiantly persisted, eeking
out the time he could lust after her body.

   'Not really that, something she ate I suppose.  All the bloody footpaths
have been closed off, but there's no animals miles round here,' she spat,
wringing the rag dry of water before she stooped back in to the vehicle. 
'Normally would have walked her through the gap there and onto those fields
back there,' she indicated with a manicured forefinger thrust behind her
and past him.

   'Sometimes sheep in those fields,' he advised her knowingly.  'I live on
the estate down there.'

   The woman ignored him, recognising someone from a much lower social
scale than she was and he decided to leave and finish his paper job.  He
walked round the car and gathered up his bag, glancing across to her and
seeing that she was watching him.  Joe stood with the bag half on his
shoulders letting her have one more look at his cock bulge before
disappointing her andleaving.

   She came round the car and leaned her butt against it, crossing one leg
over the other.

   'There, that's finished.  Christ!  That looks heavy, but you're a big
strong lad I can see,' she chuckled.

   'No problem,' Joe told her swinging the bag fully onto his shoulder.  He
was sweating partly from the already hot summer sun and mild concern that
she would see his stiffy which was very reluctant to go down.  Of course
she saw it and chuckled, raising her eyebrows.

   'You look as hot as I am.  Fancy a drink or something?  Come on I'm
going to have some fresh orange.  Haven't even had breakfast yet,' added
slamming the doors shut and gathering the cleaning stuff.  She left the
hose uncoiled on the driveway.

   She started to wander towards the house as he ogled her big swaying
butt. She glanced over her shoulder with a sly smile.  Her tit swung
tantalisingly in and out of view as she did so, making him think about his
earlier reluctance to leave.  Fuck it, twenty more deliveries after a glass
of orange and some more sights of her body - easy.  Joe followed her, eyes
glued to the vision of mature loveliness and his mind swung to Aunty
Maureen and Sophia Loren.  Sophia was well out of reach and Aunty Maureen
probably wouldn't give him more sights until the next funeral.  This bird
was real, live and up close.

   The dog ran around as they entered the kitchen, round back of the big
detached house.  She shoved it into another room after dumping the washing
gear.  Joe leaned against a huge stout wooden table that dominated the
bright airy room.  It was bigger than the Carter's living room at home. 
She came round towards him and opened the massive fridge immediately
opposite him.  He could have reached out and grasped her body she was so
close.  Joe could feel her body heat.  Before he could shift, after all he
was leaning and his weight was firmly supported by the table, she bent down
to reach something from the bottom shelf.  Her body arched, skin was
unveiled on her back as the top peeled upwards, her legs tightened and her
buttocks brushed against his crotch.  He was sure he heard a slight gurgle
of pleasure as she applied slight pressure back on him with her arse crack
lodged firmly on his stiffy, pinning him to the table edge, before
straightening up, shutting the door and swivelling to face Joe almost
proudly offering a large jug of orange juice.

   'This will be nice to cool us down, won't it?  What's your name?  I'm
Lilian, but call me Lil, everyone does,' she saidpleasantly.

   'Er Joe, everyone calls me that,' he added stupidly.  She grimaced at
the daft remark.

   She poured two large tumblers of juice and came close to offer him one.
Her eyes bore into his as she raised the glass to her unmade lips.  He took
in the traces of mascara round her brown eyes, the mass of wrinkles round
her lips, the soft downy hair on her cheeks and the almost unbearable heat
of her closeness.  She sipped slowly as her eyes travelled up and down the
16-year-old's body.  God!  How he wished he didn't have such long lasting
erections.  He glanced down as he sipped his juice.  His knob was nearly
escaping the elastic round his waist and the thick curved bulge was carving
vertically up from the folds below.  Since he had encountered her, he was
being caught in the trap of sneakily wanting to show her his sexually
excited state and yet when she looked he was almost mortified that she
should stare.

   'Look Joe.  Whatever you're packing down your pants is itching to get
out.  Now I don't know whether you're kidding me with a carrot or banana or
something.  If you are it's a pity for both you and I because I'm.... 
going....  to...  find...  out.'

   With that she grabbed Joe's crotch and squeezed, letting a great sigh go
as she realised there was no fruit and veg where her fingers gripped.  She
placed her glass on the table against his as he cried out when she pulled
the waist band of his shorts down and out it popped.  She lodged the
elastic under his bollocks, making the whole lot stick out even further.

   'Oh my God!' she wailed.  'How old are you?'

   '16,' he squawked with pleasure as she fondled Joe's dick.

   'Old enough and big enough.  I haven't had an uncut for years,' she
murmured mysteriously, putting her fingers round his knob ridge and pulling
his foreskin tight down his shaft.  Joe's knob shone, the veins seemed
thicker than he'd ever seen as Lil dropped to her knees and in seconds her
mouth was wrapped round his cock and nodding to a very nice rhythm.

   Joe gasped at his first blow job, the thing he'd heard so much about and
never had done.  Apparently there was a girl at school who gave great BJs
but Joe never seemed to be in the right place to get close enough to her
and be friendly and get her on her own.  To have a mature woman for the
first was weird, but he wasn't complaining as his orgasm started.  With a
shout, Joe shot his load into Lil's mouth taking her by surprise he
reckoned.  She pulled away as it hit her mouth and the spurts shot all over
her hair and face until she dipped and swallowed his knob again.  Joe was
amazed that she did that and she never spat it out.  All the time she had
been sticking her fingers right under his balls pressing hard which made
the orgasm even better.  When he stopped pumping the stuff, she kept his
cock in her mouth and altered her position and grinned up at him as he held
the table edge, panting and gasping.

   Her hair was really messy with his cum and it dribbled down her cheeks
and off her chin, but she just let it as she licked his knob end.

   'Heh heh, first time eh Joe?' she asked, swiping a creamy dollop of jism
of the lens of her specs.  She took them off briefly and wiped them on her
top.  'That was real quick.'

   Joe nodded and whimpered a sad little yes, as Lil staggered up to her
feet with a grunt.  'Bloody hard floor for a girl my age.  Does the old
knees no good at all.'

   'You've got stuff on your hair,' he told her meekly.

   'And I've got stuff as you call it in my belly - loads of it.  It's
lovely.  Fresh and young and I bet there's hundreds of kids in it,' she
sniggered as he looked startled at the idea.  'Oyvey!  You can't get me
pregnant through my mouth silly boy.'

   Joe smiled with stupidity.  Lil grabbed a kitchen towel and dabbed his
cum from her face and hair while looking through a mirror on the opposite
wall.  Suddenly relaxed and somehow confident Joe slid his butt up and sat
on the table to watch as her lovely big backside wobbled as she tiptoed to
peer closely at her reflection.  He took a final slurp of his orange drink
as she turned and glanced at her wristwatch.

   'Got more papers to deliver?' she asked throatily, walking towards him.

   'Yeah about twenty.  Better go I suppose - thanks,' Joe muttered.

   She put her hand on his crotch and squeezed gently and he automatically
tensed it.  He was amazed at the reaction down there.  Joe felt a surge and
so did Lil.  Fuck!  He'd only just blown his load.  She picked up his right
hand and placed it on her tits and pressed it into the soft squadgy mass.
She let his hand roam and the sensation was wonderful for the lad to feel
the heavy bazongers rolling around, unfettered in her top.  He found her
nipples and raised his other hand to pinch at both headlights which were
hard under his hands.

   'How long to deliver them Joe?' she breathed.

   'Not long maybe half an hour,' he said huskily as her face came close to
his.  She pressed her body forward, forcing him to open his legs to let her
budge between.

   'Oh that's good Joe, feeling my boobs like an expert...Oh yessss,' she
drawled as he dared to lift her top and feel the ripe heaviness of her
knockers.  It seemed and proved the right thing to do.  Her tit flesh was
searingly hot and sticky below the overhang.  She ran her fingers under
Joe's shorts, up his thighs and fondled his balls, then she pressed on his
cock and he felt it react to her probing fingers.  'You gonna go and
deliverthen?'

   'I don't know,' he gasped weakly as she persuaded life back in to his
dick.  It was getting hard again for fuck's sake!  'What do you think?'

   'Take my top off and then we'll make a decision,' Lil told him.

   He slung her top upwards over her readily raised arms and while she
shook her hair, then ran her fingers through it - the whole mass of the
most marvellous array of breast flesh he'd ever seen swung and swayed,
inches from his exploring hands.  Her teats were dark brown and tightly
crinkled with little paler blebs surrounding the walnut like saucers which
supported almost inch high stubs.  Joe could see the centre of each nipple
as if it was her milk hole.  He fell, crying out like a baby into them as
she thrust them forward and up with her hands.  He nuzzled and sucked and
licked the enormous boobs as she held his slobbering face tight in her hot
sticky cleavage.  Joe felt one of her hands infiltrate his crotch again
then she tried to ease off his shorts but he was sat on them.

   'You'd better do your job Joe,' she said softly as she persuaded him to
lift one cheek at a time so she could release the tight material and slip
the shorts to the floor.

   In the movement Joe caught sight of his cock which was as rigid as ever
before and being grasped tightly in her elegant hand.  Her tanned mitt with
the blood red painted fingernails and her gold rings looked like they
belonged to his meat as she expertly drew his foreskin up and down the
engorged shaft.  She seemed fascinated by the thick fold of flesh that
swept over his knob then unveiled it with each stroke.

   'I could come back,' he whimpered from the pillows of her breast. 
'Er!...  What about your husband?'

   'Pah!' she exclaimed softly.  'He's golfing with Rachel and Marion. 
They'll be hours and hours, only just gone.  You saw them.'

   'Oohh!  If you do that.  I'll come again,' he whined in anticipation as
she started to dip her head into his lap.  Her tits wobbled on top of Joe's
thighs before they dropped to hang below.  She raised up and looked keenly
at him.

   'No you won't.  The second one is always slower and if you're going to
stay and come, you're going to do a proper job this time,' Lil said firmly.

   She stepped back and lowered her grey gym shorts, as he watched those
magnificent mammaries sway.  She straightened up and posed in a glam mag
kind of way, one hand placed on her angled hip, the other with her shorts
and some flimsy white panties hanging from the tip of her fingers.  She let
them drop as he leered at her body, fully exposed in all it's mature full
blooded glory, one knee carefully placed just forward of her supporting
leg. He thought briefly of Aunty Maureen's bulky - compared to this body,
as his eyes homed in on Lil's crotch which was bare, bald and smooth
looking, under a slight pouch of fatty flesh at her lower belly.  The slit
of her cunt was just visible, such was the deep undercurve of her mound and
he groaned as his cock surged and settled back to hover like a wand above
his thigh.

   'Get off the table Joe.  Job for you to finish,' she grinned, licking
her lips as he slid obediently off the kitchen table to let his straining
dick snap against his belly when he stood.

   For some moments they stood facing each other almost awkwardly unmoving,
as Joe stared at the bounteous curves of this stunning woman and she stared
back at his prick which was as hard as it had ever been.  It amazed Joe how
that happened but he wasn't asking questions now.

   'Nice little bush you've got there Joe and tight balls - I like that. 
Do you like my pussy bald?  It's Louis's idea.  I've shaved it for years,
did it last night after a shower.  Like to feel it?' Lil murmured, placing
her hand over her crotch and drawing her finger up wards making the slit
extend until it slowly creased back on release.  He saw pink and red inner
folds, moist and glistening and tensed his dick.  Her eyes flickered at the
erotic twitching of the lad's weapon.

   His sharp little nods were enough and she beckoned him forward with a
crooked finger.  He stretched out his arm and saw his hand trembling as it
neared the target of his dreams.  Never had Joe touched a cunt and he'd
always thought it would be one of the girls at school first, knowing that
sometimes one or two of them got high on something and larked about in the
evenings.  Lil's practised hand reached his prick first and she sighed as
she grasped it and he felt a slight pull to get him closer.  His hand slid
over her belly and down to her cunt and he gasped as his middle finger
found the top of her slit..

   He pushed further downwards, revelling in the cushiony velvet feel of
her pubic mound until her soft thigh flesh gave way to his searching digit
and it delved into what was a very sticky orifice.  Meanwhile she was
pushing her bosoms up at his face and he nestled and slobbered between the
huge piles of tit flesh as his hand continued his juvenile gropings.  He
pressed hard and she jolted and whispered not to be so forceful and be
gentle.

   'Sorry,' Joe muttered guiltily, wanting to explore this treasured part
of Lil, the part of pinups that he had only spunked over in dirty mags.

   Suddenly, impatiently Lil pushed him away and turned her back on him. 
She bent and rested her hands on a chair, her sumptuous body curved down
with her butt raised towards him.  She slung one hand back and pulled her
right arse cheek to one side and Joe gasped as he saw the crack open and
the full glory of her sopping twat hung slightly open for him and topped by
the wrinkled knot of her arsehole.

   'Let's stop fucking around Joe.  Give me that rod of yours hard and
fast. Fuck me hard Joe.  It's what I really need in my pussy.  A hard young
rampant cock like yours, come on stick it in and cum in me,' she gurgled
throatily yet with some constrained aggression.  She let her buttocks flop
together and wriggled them at the uninitiated youngster who stood
mesmerised by the earthy sight.

   'Come on Joe slip it,' she urged him flapping her hand towards her cunt
to indicate her anxiety.

   He stepped closer and levered his rampantly hard and vertical cock
downwards and aimed it at her cunt.  He felt his knob secure an entrance in
her hot box and thrust.  Lil grunted at his lack of finesse, but realised
that she had asked for it hard and fast.  With three inches inside her, Joe
was unsure of the next move.  He knew he would need to start shoving in and
out of her but should he start that now, it felt like it and it sure felt
nice to him, dripping wet and hot and feeling her inner muscles contracting
round his still member.

   Lil took the initiative and thrust her butt back onto him taking him a
little by surprise, making him unsteady on his feet until he grabbed her
buttocks and thrust back in retaliation and sank fully into her gaping
snatch.  Lilian sighed and grasped his cock with all her cuntal membranes
and he felt them throb round his submerged tool.

   'Fuck me now Joe,' she stated simply.  'Just bang it in and out that's
all you have to do.'

   Joe got the message.  He banged and banged and Lilian, the rich full
blown, 45-year-old Jewish housewife felt the awesome power of a virgin
teenage youth again.  The first and only time had been twenty years ago
when she had seduced her nephew not long after his barmitzvah.  She had
heard about the boy's unparalleled size of penis through the community
gossip and he had got into trouble using it at school.  He was in all ways
a cocky youth and at only 13 years old, but nearly six foot tall he had
come on strong with Lilian when she was a prize winning trophy wife in the
eyes of the male community Louis and she favoured.  Whilst he was certainly
big, the one and only time she banged him had been quick urgent and
unfulfilling just before he had gone to live in the USA with his parents.

   Joe Carter the local paper delivery lad was certainly not in the big
status - relatively speaking, but he was making Lilian's eyes water with
his undoubted raw enthusiasm and utter youthful strength.  Her butt was
being pounded and her capacious cunt plundered to her joyful responses of
cries and shouts that echoed in the large kitchen.  Skin slapped juicily
together almost in time to the second hand of the kitchen clock, her cunt
discharges splattering his thighs with each surge in at the inviting red
lipped gash that Joe never took his eyes off.  He saw her anus winking at
him as her sphincter rippled from her internal flexing.  He had never seen
an arsehole close up apart from the mag pics, yet this live one was so
close he could almost count the pattern of wrinkles that flowed in from the
dark saucered skin it was all set in and into the knot of muscle in the
centre.  Lilian's spectacles clattered to the floor and caught his
attention.

   He glanced beyond her genitals for a moment and grinned happily at the
sight of her huge hanging udders swaying loosely under her suspended torso.
His fingers grasped her bulky hips finding plenty of flesh to hang on to
and help his pelvic thrusts as he felt his cum boiling in his bollocks. 
This had been one hell of a fuck for the lad and he was near to exhaustion
due to the furious pace he had started and continued at Lil's requests,
indeed instructions.  Pacing himself didn't enter Joe's thoughts, you
fucked and came as far as he understood and his rhythm had not faltered
since he'd started a full twenty minutes previous.

   Lilian felt the change in his output as he speeded up and she decided to
let him have his way.  Her back was aching, her thighs were numb, his butt
clenching fingers hurt and her arms were cramping but rather than destroy
the sheer animalistic shagging for a more comfortable position, she waited
for Joe to cum.  She could always repeat the performance at leisure she
mused....  what was she thinking about?  This was a one off you silly cow
she chastised herself in her mind and then she felt the first blast of
young fertile jism hit her cervix.

   The lad grunted and yelped, his eyes tight shut with the effort as
stream after stream flowed through his shaft and spurted into her hungry
mott.r Lilian thanked her lucky stars she had been sterilised after an
illness some years ago.  She didn't want any more kids even though Louis
didn't fuck her very often these days, but she was sure she would have been
harbouring several cheap poor estate sperm by now, such was the power of
the lad's blasts high in her vagina.

   She swiped her fingers through her crotch and flicked her clitty a few
times and felt the waves of orgasm, which she could induce virtually at the
drop of a hat.  As the lad slowed then lurched to a heaving gasping moaning
halt, Lilian flicked her clitoris furiously and felt the climax sweep from
within and flood through her whole body as she shook and dropped her head
onto her forearms on the chair.  This altered the duo's position and Joe
found his cock suddenly bare, raw and dripping down his legs, leaving a
cascade of web like sperm trails arcing from Lilian's swollen gash,
downwards and back up to his engorged knob end.  He staggered backwards and
found a chair and plonked down onto it, peering at his softening dick as it
hung lifeless towards the floor.

   Lilian swung herself round and sat heavily on the chair that had been
her fuck support and the pair gazed at each other with slavering mouths,
heaving chests and dribbling genitalia.  With a grimace and a grunt she
reached below and grabbed her spectacles from the floor and stuck them
crookedly on her nose.

   She smiled at her teen fuckstar and he grinned and raised his eyebrows.

   'Shit!  That was something else Joe,' she chuckled.  'You've stuffed me
solid with your cum, look.'

   Lilian opened her legs wide and pulled her cunt lips up and wide,
showing him the fat red mouth of her vagina which was running with the
slimy cocktail onto the edge of the kitchen chair.

   'I'm knackered Lil,' he confessed as he gazed in awe at the open way she
exposed her snatch so freely.  It was an awesome sight and he hoped he
could see more of it in the future.

   'Knackered?' she giggled.  'Your knackers have pumped more cum into me
than in all the years Louis has fucked me, believe me.  Nothing wrong with
your knackers Joe boy.'

   'Christ yeah!  Er...  like.  Fuck!' exclaimed Joe alertly perching
forward on his chair.

   'Whaaaat?' she quizzed impatiently.  'What's the matter?'



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   Black Sausage Pie

   Yet another English story, no doubt exasperating my US friends.  I make
no apologies for writing them, its the world I know and whilst we might
share a resemblance of language, many customs and habits are quite
different from yours.  For instance in this story, you'll note our paper
boys actually deliver the papers to your door, instead of throwing them
across the porch, or stuffing them in a tube at the end of the drive.  Read
on...  but you might find other little gems to puzzle and amaze you...

   As I walked past the front door on my way to the bathroom, looking
forward to my first bath in my own, my very own, new ground floor apartment
after a weeks travelling on business, the evening newspaper shot through
the letterbox, startling me as it landed with a thud on the carpet.

   "Shit!" came the expletive, just audible over the sound of my TV and the
howling gale outside.  There was no one else in my pad, the TV showed a
cookery programme so the sound must have come from outside.  I opened the
door, not being afraid although it was dark.  I'm nearly six feet tall and
I work out every day at my company gym.  Stooping in my porch, looking
extremely bedraggled and hassled was the paper delivery lad.

   "Hi!  Was it you I heard swear?" He looked up at me from his stooped
position, arms full of soggy newspapers and trying to balance a cycle.

   "Sorry.  didn't mean to.  It's just that my bag split and..." The wind
blew a burst of rain onto me and I covered up, it was freezing cold and I
wore a dressing gown and very little else.  December in England, Christmas
a few days away and the sudden snowfall we had been surprised by in the
South had thawed and replaced with wet and windy weather, just in time for
the festive season.

   "Hey!  Don't worry.  I'm used to swearing, it just surprised me that's
all," I grinned down at him pleasantly.  He shrugged and the glimmer of a
sheepish grin curled his big, pink, rubbery lips.  I grabbed a long wool
coat off the hanger, threw it round me and stepped outside, carefully
extracting the door key.

   "Looks like you need help sonny," I suggested.

   "No no it's OK.  These are spares, it's my idea just in case papers get
damaged, I bring a few out, you're the last on my round." he told me as I
wrestled the cycle from his grasp.

   "Well that's very thoughtful and organised I must say, now let me help.
Stick your bike there," I told him, shoving it against a wall.  "Jeez!  its
cold out here...and wet.  You're soakedthrough."

   I was getting that way too.  It was blowing a real hoolie.  He muttered
something and gathered up the newspapers, trying to hold them together, but
failing in the strong wind.

   "You know, some lads would have just left them.  I'm glad to see you
didn't," I ventured, gathering a few stray supplements for him.  Then I
remembered.  "You Syd?" I asked.

   He nodded, standing up and I noticed how slight and short he was.  He
looked about fourteen maybe fifteen.

   "Oh I got your Christmas card, but been away on business for a few days.
Was going to pop your tip down to the shop," I grinned.  "You can save me a
trip, want it now?" It was common practice for the paper boys to slot a
card into the customers papers, just before Christmas.  They deserve
something and I always paid them handsomely.  I was loaded and they
provided a service.  The lad shrugged and then nodded.

   "Right come in, bring those in and we'll dump them properly," I gestured
at the papers as I keyed the door.  We got into the hall and I bundled the
lot up and slopped through to the kitchen utility in my slippers.  My feet
were freezing.  When I returned, Syd was shivering so much he was almost a
blur.  Water dripped from him, on my expensive carpet, but it could stand
rain and I saw that his worn Nikes had the top ripped on one foot.  His
tight crinkled hair was a mass of sparkling rain drops.

   "Why don't you wear a hat Syd?" I asked ushering him through to the
kitchen.  I sniffed the fresh paint and surfaces as I always do when I
relish the newness of the place.  Syd's ripped trainer squelched with each
step.  He shrugged, his main gesture obviously.

   "Haven't got one."

   "Yeah but there's a hood in here," I argued, grabbing his anorak collar.
He shrugged again.

   "Look take it off and your trainers and warm through eh?  I'll get you a
coffee or something..tea perhaps and you'll get a specially big tip I
promise.  I appreciate what you lads do for us singles in this world.  Go
on, I won't bite." Syd pondered and studied me and I saw his gaze slip to
my bare legs.  The gown came just above my knees.  I waited patiently and
as his eyes returned up to my face, instinctively, I pulled the dressing
gown, a now scruffy, well worn towelling version from the Ritz in Paris,
round my chest.

   "Coffee then?" I asked brightly as he slid his wet anorak off.  I
grabbed it and hung it over a stool back, then aimed and switched on a fan
heater towards it.  He nodded and grinned and then bashed his hands against
his jeans, spraying water over the tiled floor.  They were sodden wet too.
He stood near the breakfast bar.  I poured him a black coffee from the
filter and shoved the cream and sugar at him.  He took both and held the
mug in his hands warming them.  I saw the delicacy of his long fingers,
black tendrils with almost gaudy pink contrasting beneath.  They didn't
match the brutal features of his pugnacious black face.

   "Look.  I was just going to have a bath and chill out with a pizza.  Its
been a long week, so while I'm doing that, why don't you warm through down
here.  Take your tee shirt off and your jeans if you want and I'll bang
this heater up real fast and you can sit over it for half an hour.  On it
if you want," I giggled.  Quite why I had taken this waif under my roof in
such magnanimous fashion I don't know.  Was it the Christmas spirit
creeping in?  Up to now I had not been the slightest Chrissmassy.  My
partner had fucked off two months ago for someone else and it had shook me
to the core and I was still mystified as was everyone who knew him.

   "Gotta get back," he slurped, the hot coffee burning his lips and he
wiped them with the back of his hand.

   "OK," I answered.  "Up to you, dinner ready is it?" That reminded me and
I turned to my fridge and bent to take a frozen pizza out.  It slipped and
I said, "Oh shit..." I glanced up at the lad who was staring at my legs
which had splayed.  I knew I wasn't flashing anything but I pulled the gown
round me as I gathered up the box and placed it beside him.  His coal
bright eyes were burning into mine and I turned away.  His pink tongue
slowly coursed over the mass of bottom lips that sort of hung vacantly
loose for most of the time.  It was a gesture, an expression I could have
expected from someone maybe twice his age and I ignored it.

   "My favourite Quattro Stagione, four seasons," I said.

   "I know, it's mine too," he answered.

   "Have some, part of your Christmas tip.  I'll micro it, won't take
long," I suggested.  Syd nodded and perched on a stool.  "Better still,
I'll stick it in the oven to heat up, you watch it and I'll be along after
my bath." He shrugged again and watched me load the oven, drinking coffee
in little gulps.  I left him and went to the bathroom.  Why did I trust him
in the place?  Early teens, no cash, poor gear, monosyllabic, black as the
night.  I threw the gown off and turned the taps.  The water gushed
noisily, reminding me I needed a piss.  It was a relief as my splashes
echoed the taps.  I heard a squeal, a loud squeal and dashed to the
kitchen. Syd was flapping at his jeans and I smelt singeing.

   "Shit!  my jeans, they're burning," he cried.  I grabbed them and saw
they had a slight mark.  It was nothing considering the rough state of the
garment already.  His tee shirt flapped round his boxers as I pacified him.

   "Suppose you had them too near," I suggested.  He nodded but didn't
register at my face.  He was staring, goggle eyed at me.  I should have
held his jeans in front of me but didn't and he got full views of my
bursting cream silk 38E cup brassiere and matching thong.  Our eyes did
meet, then the water gushing, seemed to click in my mind and I thrust the
jeans at him and shot out to the bathroom.  There was no risk of flooding,
things had happened too quickly.  I turned the taps off and felt a
presence. Whirling, I spotted his face peeking at me round the door of the
kitchen, along the hall and into the bathroom.  He disappeared, guiltily. I
marched along the hall to close the kitchen door, the bathroom door was off
its hinges due to some warping timber in the new pad.  My feet thudded on
the carpet in my angry state.  I glanced with venom into the kitchen and
saw Syd cowering against the worktop.

   "How old are you Syd?" I challenged.

   "Thirteen," he whimpered.  "Well you're still old enough to know you
don't peep on girls, especially those that's being kind to you eh?" Syd
shrugged, but looked suitably chastened, his eyes roving over me and again
I realised I was half naked.  But then things changed.  I noticed changes
in him.  Jutting his shorts out was the clear unmistakable emerging bulge
of his cock.  I licked my lips absently and felt flushed.  Being very pale,
I also blush very easily and maybe the kid spotted this, because the bulge
jutted even more.  I saw it move.  BLACK COCK shrieked at me and I
remembered my one and only fuck on one.  The holiday in Jamaica that I won
for top sales figures two years ago.

   "Thirteen eh?" I simpered.  Shit!  He was illegal, but he twitched it
again.  My knees nearly buckled and my cunt started to juice as my mind saw
Leroy in Kingston and that ten inch salami he'd rammed into me every day
and night for fourteen of the fifteen days.  I was so tender, I had
difficulty sitting on the plane coming home, the flight being particularly
sticky because he'd screwed me in the toilets at the airport with the help
of his pal Bobby, who was a cleaner.  I'd run for the plane, without time
to clean up and for hours his cum had seeped out of me.  I must have stunk
the 747 out, but didn't care.  At 24 years old and racy with it, I could
charm any buyer to purchase our software and on 38K plus BMW and Health
Insurance, shares etc I was successful.  But not in the love game.  Colin
had fucked off with another guy, think about it, my man of two years was
gay and he could shaft me like Leroy could, although not with the same
sized dong.  I'd met him soon after Jamaica and it was a blessing to
someone on a sexual high and he fitted in beautifully - both holes and shot
gallons of his Irish whiskey flavoured jism down my throat.  Syd twitched
his juvenile dick again and I walked towards him, thinking how Colin
McMurdy would be probably arseholing his shit hole of a man at this moment.

   "And what do we have here Syd?" I asked softly, staring at his crotch.
He whimpered and tried to cross his legs.  The last thing he should have
done.  His knob found the slit of his boxer shorts and burst out, pink wet
and looking very tasty.  I knelt quickly and glanced up at his terrified
face.

   "You got a girl?" He shook his head vigorously.  "Ever had a girl..you
know with this?" I continued, cupping my hand round the solid shaft
supporting his knob.

   "Noooo..."he stammered, his voice wavering pitches.

   "You know what to do with it?" I queried, putting my lips about half an
inch away from it and pushing the white cotton material back against his
belly.  His head nodded and he said.

   "I think so."

   "Want to learn, if you only think so.  You've got a beautiful cock
Syd...for thirteen, any man would be proud of this." The lad mewed and
twitched it, probably subconsciously as I admired its solidity.  It wasn't
huge, more chunky than long and he had been cut too although he wasn't too
fragrant.  I like uncut dicks best, more flesh to play with.  I insinuated
my hands inside his shorts and grabbed his balls.  They were small, but I
stroked them.

   "Like that...  and that?" I asked as I rubbed his dick.  His terrified
eyes nodded and I again questioned my sanity and the risks of playing with
fire.

   "More?" I whispered.

   "Mmmm!" he simpered.  I unhooked my bra and let my great tits fall out.
He spluttered as they swayed and then I gathered them and rubbed them round
his horizontal cock.  The whiteness of my boobies against the black of his
shaft was startling.  I kept focussed on his face and saw the gradual
relaxation of the pampered male.  His eyes half closed, his tongue hung out
and I could smell my snatch.  God!  It was strong, but I'd been negotiating
hard all day, had a long drive home and then done the paperwork before
deciding to relax and bathe.  Syd's shorts slid down and he stepped neatly
out of them, his bright yellow socks came off too.  I don't fuck guys in
their socks.  I told him to take his shirt off and he obeyed as I worked on
his cock, drooling at the solidity and thickness.

   As I said, he wasn't hugely long, say four inches, but it had a
considerable girth and when it matured would be quite a weapon for all
those foxy chicks he would get.  He had a cute little patch of sparse tight
curly pubes and I clawed my nails through them.  His body was hard, slim
and somewhat delicate and shone in the glow of my under cabinet lighting.

   "You gonna suck me?" he squeaked audaciously.  I glanced up at his
interruption, just as I was about to mouth onto his knob.

   "Yeah, got a problem?  Don't want me to?"

   "It might smell, that's all," he whimpered.

   "It smells great Syd, Don't you worry," I smiled and with that I
swallowed him whole.  I felt his body shudder as I plated him, licking
round the smooth pink dome, under his very cheesy ridge, then up into the
slit.  My hands went to his butt and pulled him on to me, my head rocking
now.  I came up for air and spoke.

   "You've got a lovely dick Syd.  Its one of the best I've ever seen..." I
was going to say on a thirteen year old, but in one pulse and twitch, his
knob suddenly fountained his cum all over my face.  His phlegm gurgled, his
body writhed and his egs buckled as his tight gonads gave up what I believe
was his first blow job induced orgasm.  At least the first decent blow job,
he'd had.  I mewed and managed to get my mouth round his spurting and
swallow as much as I could of his salty sperm until suddenly he stilled and
sobbed.

   I persuaded the last drop out of him, then stood and pulled his wet face
into my mountainous tits.  I wrapped them round his woolly head and I felt
his arms snake round my butt.  A good sign, he was comforted.  After a
while of rocking and cooing, my legs were aching and I prised him away from
me.  His face stared up with wonder until he smiled broadly and spoke. 
"That was cool, thanks." I hugged him again and pressed my half inch thick
nipple into his mouth.  He suckled like a hungry baby as I felt between us
and found his flaccidity.  He murmured as I clutched it.

   "Come on Syd, let's lie down," I suggested.  He followed my lead and I
made sure my ass wiggled all the way to the bedroom.  My thong would have
hidden fuck all of my voluptuous butt and its a sight that gets most of my
lovers going.  I sat on the bed and patted the spread for him to sit next
to me.  His dick waggled deliciously as he moved and joined me.

   "Seen a cunt yet?" I asked blatantly.  He shook his head and his eyes
widened as I drew off my thong.  It took some extracting from my crack and
the wave of fanny odour seeped into the atmosphere.

   "Phew!  You said you might be smelly.  I'm the same Syd," I chuckled and
he grinned, but stared at my pubes.  They were free growing but light and
fluffy and fair like my hair.  I hardly ever trimmed them, didn't need to.

   "Seen pubes before...no?" I suggested and he told me no.  I lay back and
spread my legs, half wondering whether I would frighten him off with my
brazen sexuality.

   "Well take a look at a cunt with pubes Syd.  Feel free to touch.  Aren't
you the lucky one to find a sex mistress?  Better than your French mistress
at school I'll bet." My boobs slid sideways, nipples as big as Christmas
tree bulbs, they certainly felt hot, as I raised on my elbows to see what
he would do.  He leaned over my right thigh and peered between my legs. 
Then he placed his hand on my knee and glanced at me.  I nodded, my
eyebrows raised encouragingly.  I raised my left leg and put my foot on the
bed, letting my knee drop sideways.  That opened the gates for him a bit
more and he gasped as he saw my jewel.  The jewel in my crown is the single
diamond stud in my labia.  It's only visible when my pussy is opened.  Its
tiny, smooth and expensive and doesn't hurt the guys or me when we fuck.  I
flushed automatically as always when a guy looks at my cunt and I felt and
Syd would surely have seen cunt juices seeping out.

   "Is that real?  he asked, his hand creeping up my thigh.

   "Yep!  One hundred percent diamond.  Don't think about pinching it eh?
It'll hurt," I chuckled, keeping the atmosphere light and jokey with the
inexperienced youth.  He grinned widely and I felt his fingers trace over
my fanny.  I shuddered as his black artists quality digits started to roam,
round my mound, into my pubes, over the hood of my clitty and down into the
tight vee at the bottom of my gash.  I could smell my personal odours so
strongly now, so he must have done, but they were tinged with something
else and it wasn't his dick, which I'd virtually washed.  Suddenly it
dawned on me.  "The fucking pizza in the oven," I screeched and knocking
him sideways, I slithered off the bed and galloped, tits lolloping about
dangerously near to door frames and things, to the kitchen.  Luckily the
smoke alarm hadn't kicked in and I rescued it - sort of.  Burnt edges,
that's all.  I heard Syd shuffle into the kitchen as I surveyed the damage.

   "I don't do French at school, but I do like cooking.  I'm going to be a
chef," he added proudly.  It was a weird statement I thought at the time,
but appropriate I suppose in the context of things.  There we were, the
oddest of odd couples, a twenty-four year old white girl and a thirteen
year old black boy, both naked in a very up market kitchen, gazing at a
burnt pizza.  Well I was, Syd was gazing, no gawking at me and his
beautiful dong was up again.  Suddenly I had a sausage to gaze at and slid
the pizza into the bin.  It was dispensable, but that four inch tool
waggling at me wasn't.

   "Come here and fuck me Syd," I ordered.  I turned round, spread my legs
very wide to lower the point of entry and bent over a stool, my butt high.
I arched my back as I felt his hands tentatively rub my sopping twat.  Then
I felt the tip of his knob enter my cunny lips.  He stopped, probably
unsure, so I urged him on.

   "Push it in Syd, all the way.  You'll just love it....."

   "I can see your arsehole too," he giggled.  It seemed hilarious to him.

   "Yeah!  ain't it funny, we've all got one, even girls.  Now fuck me OK,"
I ordered sharply.  He took orders well.  He'll make a good chef, but as a
student in my college, he made that black sausage partly fill the sweetest
pie he will have for some time yet.  He thrust and slapped against me and I
shunted my buttocks back at him as he fucked me, learning fast.  He took
longer, but it was only maybe half a minute before Syd started to splutter.
I felt him start to pull out and yelled at him.

   "Keep it in there Syd.  Don't you pull it out.  Put all of your stuff in
me." He whined and replied, but did keep fucking.

   "BBbbbut...it'll make..bbbaaaa...aaaaarghhhh!" No more words were
formed, just a happy sort of gasping and grunting as I felt the seeds of
his youth splatter my love box.  He stopped and fell against me and we
breathed almost in unison for a while.  My legs ached again and I hinted
that I needed to move.  Syd stepped back, his cock slopped out and I felt
the trail of cum running down my inner thighs.

   "But it'll make babies won't it?" he asked timidly.

   "Hey no.  That's OK.  I'm big enough to be on the pill.  Don't worry, no
little black kids going to be running round here Syd," I told him, grinning
as I stepped near to him and thrust his head into my heaving tits.  It
comforted him again and I hugged him and he hugged me, which was nice.  The
door bell rang out and we jumped.  I wasn't expecting anyone.  I Don't get
casual callers, so I was wary.  I went to the front door and peered through
the spy hole.  There was a small fat black girl, soaking wet and jiggling
on the spot as if she was cold.  I got my gown from the bedroom and told
Syd to get dressed and challenged the girl through the door.

   "I'm looking for my brother Syd.  His bike is here.  Do you know where
he is?" she replied.  My boy lover heard as he dragged his trainers on.

   "It'll be OK, you can open the door," he told me confidently.  I did and
the even younger black kid looked at us both without any suspicion.  Syd
explained he was drying his clothes and getting his tip, which I found in
my handbag for him, a handsome amount too.  She was Charmaine, his ten year
old sister and one of four sisters and two brothers making up the rest of
his family.  I found this out later, well the next night actually, when Syd
delivered my paper personally with a pleasant aura of arrogance and charm,
which I liked.  He gifted me a sausage too.

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   Part One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Hello darling, had a good day?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Peter hasn't told you has he?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Part Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "You're what...  thirteen?"

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

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

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

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

   Lisa nodded too easily and swiftly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   Lisa gulped and muttered.  "Eighteen."

   "Any more?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "OK Lisa darling?" I breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "It hurting Lisa?" I enquired softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Like that?" I mumbled.

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

   "You play with your clitty then?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   "Hey!  I know that...."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

   I nodded.

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

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

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