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 Neighbours: (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mf, MM, MMf,

   Their removals lorry had arrived the evening before and I guessed the
driver and his mate had found a room in our village pub: they went off in
that direction.

   This morning they were back at about eight, undid the back doors of the
truck and then I saw them sitting there smoking.

   My new neighbours arrived soon after in an old Nissan.....  good!  Not
yuppies!  He was a big built guy, casually dressed, and she was presumably
his daughter.  I decided to give them a couple of hours and then go down to
introduce myself.  The two cottages are a semi and it is essential to get
on well with the neighbours: in any case, us village people are always
friendly.  Except the grumpy ones, and I'm not one of them.



   His handshake was powerful as he introduced himself as Mark Cooper, and
as usual with guys immediately told me what he did for a living.

   "I've got a job with Allenby's in Horton.  I'm a joiner."

   I knew Allenby's of course, one of our small market town's few
employers. They make up-market antique-style furniture, some of it
machine-made, some of it actually hand-crafted, all of it slightly smaller
than the originals it copies, to fit modern smaller houses and apartments.

   "I've just put the kettle on.  Fancy a break for tea or coffee? ...  and
we can send some out for the removals guys."

   "Great!"

   Then a deep-throated shout "Maisie!"

   "She's my daughter.  She's May, but everyone calls her Maisie."



   As we sat round the kitchen table and they asked me about the village. I
studied them.

   He was a big-built guy, and really filled his white t-shirt: broad
shoulders and huge biceps.  My sort of guy, though sadly there were no gay
signals at all.  He was soft spoken, with a deep brown voice and seemed
very calm and confident: London accent like the girl.

   I'm bisexual though since Janice left me a couple of years ago I have
been wholly gay, so I could appreciate Maisie's beauty.  She was quite tall
for her age (twelve she told me, nearly thirteen), and a well-developed
teenager with nice breasts under that cropped top, and a lovely bare,
tanned mid-riff, athletic-looking.  She was wearing jeans but it looked as
if her hips were still boyish slender, and the jeans were tight enough to
show her legs were slender and shapely as well as being long.  She would
break a few hearts soon, and the village boys would certainly be
interested. Not me, though.  Jail-bait!  And in any case I now preferred
the simpler no-strings sex you get with guys to the emotional
entanglements, jealousies, manipulation and down-right rows you get with
the female of the species.

   Now her dad would be a different matter....  but he presumably was
hetero!



   One reason why I'm able to support myself as a writer is I have three
pen-names and write in three completely different genres.  The one I'm
proud of and use my real name for is science fiction: I produce one space
opera each year, timed for the Christmas market and gaining me over the
past three years a small dedicated following.  I could not live on the
earnings from that!  Better is the gay fiction, basic erotica that is
simple and fast to write, and hetero porn, with all the gamut of
fetishistic fantasies.  Absolute crap both the gay and hetero stuff, but
with up to five or six books a year lucrative.  I also have a weekly column
in a Sunday paper reviewing books sent to me each month by the editor,
bread and butter stuff.

   Another reason I am able to keep my head above water is I work a
rigorous seven-hour day....  9 till 1 and 2 till 5.  Over lunch and if
necessary some evenings I speed read the couple of books I will be
reviewing.  My routine is always to make sure I'm on time with the
column.....  has to be emailed Monday for the weekend paper....  then if I
am ready with the ideas and some of the new paragraphs drafted in my head,
the science fiction novel.  Finally to fill in my working day whatever time
is left on the gay or hetero porn.  I'll never be rich, but I earn enough
for nice holidays and good wine.  And I don't have a boss!

   I was sitting at my computer the next Monday morning doing a final
spell-check and word count on my Review Column ready to send it to the
paper when young Maisie appeared carrying a deckchair and what looked like
a magazine.  I work in the South-facing of my two upstairs rooms because it
is pleasant to look out over the two gardens, the hedge and pasture beyond,
and the Church spire about a mile further on.

   Maisie set her deck-chair up in the shade of their Bramley apple tree, a
huge old specimen that gave lots of deep shade on this hot day.

   My first impressions were correct: she was indeed spectacularly lovely
with her sun-tanned arms and legs, her pony-tail so ash-blonde as to be
almost white.  As I looked at her through the window I remembered how
Janice had looked when I met her at university, both students.  I had never
kissed, let alone caressed a girl before.  At my prep school I had been
happy enough indulging in mutual masturbation with school-fellows,
sometimes looking at soft porn pictures, and when translated to the big
school, again all-male and mostly boarders like me, my sexual interest had
been concentrated on the older boys, the more masculine and beefy the
better.  The really big, strong manly ones were welcome to fuck my mouth,
and if I was lucky, my little-boy bottom.  There were no sexy little
prep-school boys to fondle now!

   So it was almost an epiphany when Janice encouraged me to make love to
her: she was petite, and in many ways so like the boys at the prep
school....  slender, slightly built with boyish hips, and her breasts were
tiny, firm and pert, but very small.  She was more child-like than womanly
I guess, and not so intimidating as an obviously mature and confident woman
would have been to that shy young man.
There was something about Maisie that reminded me of Janice in those
happy student and then newly-wed days: must have been the small, perky
breasts and slender hips.  She was wearing an orange halter across her
breasts tied round the back, and straining my eyes I thought I could see
the points of nipples through the thin cotton.  Amazingly my cock
stiffened. I work naked on sunny days with the south sun straight in my
face, windows open to catch any breeze there might be, and my cock rose to
stick up between me and the desk....  The female of the species was less
likely to have that effect on me nowadays than the male....  two years of
conditioning probably.  There was something about this young girl my body

responded too, independently it seemed of my conscious will.

   We used to have some binoculars, I thought.  Now where would I have put
them, not used since Janice and I stopped going on birding walks together?
It came to me: cardboard box in the attic-space.  I'd get them out and
satisfy my curiosity.



   The binocular case was covered in dust but when I took them out the lens
covers were on and the lenses were clean.  I focused them on Maisie's torso
and on the orange of that halter in particular.  In glorious close-up I
could see her breasts were firm, shaping the cotton, and that her nipples
were indeed erect.  Down now to her belly button, a pretty little dimple in
her flat, smooth, tanned belly.  Lovely, and appreciated too by my
stiffened cock.

   She put her magazine down, and for a moment I thought she was looking at
my window....  but no.  She was merely adjusting the deck-chair to recline
more, fixing the foot-rest in place, and laying down in it to snooze.  I
studied her face, so pretty, a half-smile, eyes closed, so calm and so
feminine.

   But then she seemed to stretch, slumping further down in the chair,
wriggling to get comfortable.  She was wearing a white pleated skirt, a
mini mid-thigh length, the sort girls wear for tennis.  As she slumped down
the skirt rode up and I could see the length of her young legs, so slender,
but shapely, not skinny at all.  And tanned.  She had bare feet, and
looking at her ankles and feet with my bins her toes were pretty, sexy
even. I could imagine myself kissing and sucking them....  I promise that
was my first overtly sexual thought about the girl, if indeed sucking her
toes would be a sexual act.  I guess it would!

   But now she wriggled again, trying to get comfortable, eyes open ,
beautiful blue eyes.  She shut them......  and opened her legs.

   I was hypnotised.  Her legs wide apart, one foot on the foot-rest, the
other over the edge of the chair, resting on the grass, she clearly was
comfortable now....  which is more than could be said for this sorry
novelist!

   She was wearing pastel-blue knickers with white lacy embroidery.....  I
tinkered with the focus till I got the best possible view, so her sweet
teenage honey-pot completely filled the lenses, and my mind too.  The
panties were tight into her crotch, so tight that I could make out the
shape ghosted underneath the near-transparent nylon.  It was not my
imagination.....  I could see the shape of her cunt-lips, swelling plump
with a crease between them.

   Then she sat up, closed her legs and, I assume decided it would never be
comfortable enough to doze, because she picked up her magazine and went
back into the house, leaving the chair behind her.

   I had been using both hands on the bins, and still did as she walked
diagonally across the lawn to the house, admiring her little-girl rounded,
jutting bottom, and the seductive wiggle it had as she walked, but when she
disappeared from view I just had to jerk off, imagining sucking that little
pussy....  would she have ash-blonde curls there, or would she still be
little-girl bare?  I came quickly, and had to wipe cum off the desk where
it had splattered....  thank goodness just missing the key-board!  I did
not often spurt as strongly as that!

   Afterwards I felt really ashamed.  Lusting after a teenage girl!  And me
nearly a hundred percent gay nowadays.  Jail bait, illegal, and so
innocent-looking.  I should know better.

   I was upset and did not feel like writing gay or hetero porn after I
sent my Review off to the paper.  I was not ready to add to the novel, so I
decided to re-read a couple of chapters and see if I could trim them.... 
always a good idea...  or otherwise improve them.  Maisie did not make
another appearance, morning or afternoon.



   Ever since Janice left I have kept a diary of my dreams: I found that
with practise I could remember them with no difficulty, and they gave me,
still give me, an insight into my waking preoccupations.  That night my
dreams had been peopled with young girls and the content would have served
as material for my porn-stories.  I might be ashamed of lusting after a
twelve-year-old girl, but my dreams told me that whatever my moral
intentions I really did lust, and my subconscious was suggesting the
sex-acts I would have liked to share with her....

   My conscious mind was disgusted with myself....

   However, I made good progress on my novel Tuesday morning and had
written about five hundred words, much of it dialogue, which I always find
difficult to make convincing despite my use of a day-book in which I jot
down rags and tatters of overheard conversations in the pub, the street,
over a dinner table, whatever.  Good progress until 11 am sharp when Maisie
appeared again, and disrupted my concentration utterly.

   She was carrying a rolled-up air-bed, which she proceeded to blow up
using a foot-pump.  In her bikini she was damned sexy as her cute little
buttocks moved each time her tiny, bare foot stamped on the pump.  I
counted, twenty with the left foot, twenty with the right.  She was not
only fit-looking, she must really have been quite strong despite her frail
appearance.

   She had her back to me as she worked, and I kept my bins focussed on the
lovely bottom, buttock cheeks mostly naked and the thin strip of pastel
blue silk merely covering her bum-crease, her anus, and the sweet bulge of
her pussy lips seen from behind.  At the top of that crease, just above the
thin string of her bikini waist there was the prettiest little dimple. 
What a temptation to kiss that little pucker it would be!

   Her thighs were slender enough to create the most delicious gap just
under her pussy....  so suggestive of access to that little paradise!

   When she had done she straightened up, stretched her arms in the air
(the bins showed me she shaved her armpits....  did she also her pussy, I
wondered?) As she stood for a moment getting her breath back I could feast
my eyes on that entrancing gap at the top of her thighs, an invitation to
be groped there, I thought.  How good it would be to run my hand up that
tanned, smooth thigh and cup her pussy in my palm, slide my finger inside
that flimsy nylon, watch her eyes soften as she felt the welcome pressure
on her clitty....

   She spread a white towel on the yellow plastic, and lay on it.

   I tried to hold the bins in one hand so I could stroke my raging cock,
but they were heavy and my hand shook, so it was back to both hands as I
focussed on her body.

   She would be too young, too immature for some guys, and my intellect
told me she WAS indeed too young.  Hell!  She was not yet thirteen and let
alone the dangerous legal, penal implications of even considering sex with
her, from her point of view she could not conceivably be emotionally
prepared for it.  Jailbait, and also an innocent still.

   There would be tears and recriminations....

   But there was no doubt my body was reacting to her with a power no woman
had been able to exert for years, even the ones I watched in video orgies.
I recognised the truth about myself that in Janice, and now in this girl
there was the ability to make me very, very horny.  It was the slender
frame, the boyish hips, the small breasts.  The sad fact was that, I assume
because of my adolescent timid ignorance of girls altogether, I was
secretly afraid of the mature, strong womanly type, and had always been
more at ease with the weaker, girlish female.  I knew there was also
something feminine about me....  I liked to submit to strong males, and my
cross-dressing was as much to satisfy my narcissism as to excite men,
though I found that as a tranny I could attract the sort of strong,
seemingly hetero family man I enjoyed: they would not give me a second
glance not in drag!

   My body knew that she was sexually mature, ready for it however young!
My cock had been trained by thousands of years of human evolution to
respond to the sight I had my binoculars focused on.

   If she had been beautiful labouring at the foot-pump, laying on her back
on the towel she was spectacular!

   She had arranged the air-bed and laid herself on it so her feet were
towards me.  There was a sort of blown-up pillow at the far end, and as she
rested her head on it and I focused the bins on her face it was almost as
if she was looking directly at me, eyes-to-eyes.  Thank goodness, I
thought, she wasn't as I was standing at the window stark naked as usual on
hot days, and my cock was tall enough to be higher than the window-ledge.

   Then she closed those piercing blue eyes, and dozed.

   It was difficult to leave her pretty face with ripe, pink lipsticked
lips....nothing mean or thin about those.  I read somewhere you could read
a woman's passion in her lips, and "bee-sting" lips showed a hot, lusty
temperament.

   But I allowed my gaze to drop to her breasts, cupped as they were in a
light green shiny material, probably silk, thin enough anyway not to make
any secret of her nipples, and more than hinting at the roundness and
firmness of her breasts.  When she had been pumping the bed, I had
registered that the bikini bra was secured by a simple bow in the small of
her back.

   And then over the tanned flesh to her belly....  and pussy.  As she lay,
dozing, she opened her legs, almost as if treating the unseen voyeur to a
view of the delights there.  Her bikini was tiny, a little triangle of
green silk cupping her teenage honey-pot, and secured only by thin satin
strips, tied in a bow at her hips each side.  I could not help thinking
that all would be needed would be a light tug on those bows and the bikini
bottom would drop to the towel.....  no need to pull the panties down, no
need for her to raise her bottom for a lover to have her naked pussy to
fondle and kiss.....

   I focused the bins on that green triangle of mystery and delight.  It
was not my imagination, I am sure.  Just as when she was in the deck-chair
I could make out the shape of her labia through the thin, shiny cloth, and
the suspicion of a crease suggesting the lips were plump and part open. 
Like her lipsticked lips they would be full and passionate, I knew, and it
occurred to me that might be what the old saying was hinting at!  There was
no hint of any stray blonde hair, although her mound was quite pronounced
as she lay facing me.  Either she had not yet developed much hair, or she
at least trimmed it to fit that micro bikini.  Perhaps she waxed or
shaved....  now that would be something!

   I remembered how pretty her toes had been.  Today they were varnished
pink.  I checked out her hands....  matching.  Her toes again....  yes, I
could imagine myself sucking those one by one.....  I am quite an oral guy,
love sucking and kissing, though it has been cock mostly, not toes....  or
pussy.  Now, that pussy would be very, very kissable!

   She opened her eyes and half sat up, I stood frozen at the window.....
was I visible from down there?  Shit!  Best not move....  too late now.

   But it was ok.  She had just decided to sun her back, and there was that
cute little bum, scarcely hidden at all by the even smaller triangle of
green satin, and the two bows....

   I could have jerked off then and there, but instead used the inspiration
of her body to start a new novella, this time featuring as heroine a
teenage girl....  my fevered imagination saw her in various different
situations, all adding up to a programme of seduction.  It was pleasant to
write, and a few more hours on it would produce a nice little profit!



   The next three days were overcast and often rainy, warm still but not
sun-bathing weather, so I had to do without my morning sex-shows.

   Checking my dream diary, the first night with no day-time temptation
from the girl next door among the nonsense or work-a-day dreams there was
one in which a version of her starred.....  very erotic too.  Not the sort
of things a twelve year old girl would do for real I persuaded myself... 
The second night she was there again, but this time merely watching naked,
while a big butch guy, my sort and a bit like my buddy Christophe, enjoyed
my arse.  The third night there was no erotic dream at all, despite my not
having jerked off for days.  I was rather pleased that my mind finally
seemed able to handle the provocation of her blonde hair and slender
beauty: no danger of falling for the forbidden fruit!  There are nasty
rumours about how convicted paedophiles are treated in prison!  It would be
no hardship to be buggered, even gang-raped.....  but I would hate being
the object of violence....

   Saturday morning was sunny again, and I sat for a couple of hours at my
laptop desk, not working (I work a five day week, though of course I think
about my stories-in-progress a lot of the time).  No, I was catching up on
my emails, ordering some stuff on line, reading the newspapers on-line,
surfing when Mark appeared, dragging the sun-bed into a patch of sunlight.

   God!  He was a handsome brute in his tiny yellow speedos!  I had my bins
on him in seconds, studying that tiny, hard little bum, muscular thighs,
and a back triangular to his broad shoulders.  Sun-tanned, and a flawless
back....  just a hint of curly body hair on his shoulders.  My cock stood
immediately: nothing Maisie had done to my psyche had affected my lust for
big, handsome men, thank goodness!
Like his daughter, he found it difficult to get comfortable on the
air-bed, and after turning over, shifting about a bit, he got up and pulled
the deckchair out into the sun.  He lay in it, almost horizontal facing me,
and like his daughter used the footrest, but with one leg over the side, so
his speedos were stretched across the crotch.  His cock was not stiff (mine
was!) but I could see from the bulge he was well-endowed, and with the
binoculars focused in I could see the shape of a flaring knob: presumably
he was circumcised.  Makes no difference to me, as I like all cocks, though
I must admit the bigger the better: I never yet found one too big for me to

enjoy!

   His dark hair was cropped short, fitting his square-ish, very butch
face, but his chest hair was a thick mat, so thick I could only just make
out his nipples through it.  His speedos were low enough cut to show the
"treasure trail" of hair down his belly, and tight enough for a few pubic
hairs to have escaped around the edges.

   I must have enjoyed perving him for nearly an hour and was tempted to
jerk off while I fantasised what I would like him to do to me, what I would
love to do for him...

   But I decided instead I would pay a visit to the sauna in our market
town and unload there!

   So I just watched until he looked at his watch, got up and sauntered
off, again treating me to an admiring view of his cute bum.



   I don't go to the sauna that often and this was my first for about a
month, but I felt the usual excited anticipation as the bus rattled along
our country lanes to the town.  I had taken a viagra (not to waste the
opportunity and the £10 plus bus fare it would cost), but my hard cock was
probably just looking forward to some real sex rather than chemically
induced.  Too much wanking and not enough fucking over the past weeks!

   After a quick shower I stood naked in front of the long mirrors in the
locker room.  There were no other guys down here so I was able to admire my
figure: I acknowledge a certain narcissism!
Not bad, I thought.  I keep myself fit with a half-hour of aerobics each
morning before breakfast, and do some walking in the hills.  My body image,
the one I seek, is tall and willowy.  Fit, yes, but not in any way
muscular. My bum is cute, and attractive to the sort of men I want to fuck
me, almost feminine, pert and rounded, and of course milk-white like my
whole body.  I avoid the sun and think I am sexiest when with almost
transparent, glowing white skin-tone.  My face, too, is pale, though my
lips are quite red and full, sensuous-looking.  I let my near black hair
grow a bit long, parted so it flops over my forehead.  A couple of guys
have told me I look almost "aristocratic", so slender and smooth.....  I
have had all my body hair permanently lasered away, though I occasionally

have to wax a few stray wisps that refuse to die like the rest!

   One guy said you just have to look at me to guess "Public School and
Oxford".  Well he was right, the ones who called me "aristocratic" a bit
wide of the mark unfortunately.

   With my androgynous body I found I could attract bisexual males more
than gays: lots of guys who fuck me in the sauna or when I am on one of my
visits to London or abroad have a ring on their ring-finger.  I delight in
sending a big-built married man home empty to his ever-loving wife!

   I was pleased with what I saw in the mirror, and clipped my cock-strap
on before my cock was completely hardened, towel round waist, and upstairs
to the action.



   In the hot room, once my eyes had become accustomed to the gloom, I saw
a guy kneeling and sucking a nice cock, but the guys were both a bit old
for my tastes.  A couple of guys started to caress me as I stood there, but
I got rid of them with a shake of my head and lay down on my belly on the
wooden slats, enjoying the heat.  I closed my eyes and dozed until I was
completely dry of shower-water, and beginning to sweat.

   It was still only mid-day, so there were not many guys about, just two
of the open-doored cubicles had naked guys in them, and none had closed
doors.  Not my types, so on to the jacuzzi.

   And there he was, magnificent hunk of male, leaning against the rim,
bubbles rising between his open legs, his cock large even though it was
only half-hard, like a length of air-hose!  Cut!  Large, flaring purple
knob, cock framed by dark curls, a treasure-trail of curls up his belly and
then a mat of black hair on his broad chest.

   I sat on the shelf beside him, almost touching but not quite.

   "Hello, Mark!"

   He must have been wool-gathering because there was a startled look as he
turned to look at the guy who had interrupted his musings, had known his
name!

   "Bloody hell!  It's Phil isn't it."

   "Too right.  And I'm just as surprised to find you here.  Glad, but
surprised!"

   He placed his hand on my thigh.  Great!  He fancied me...  I put my hand
on that muscular thigh, quite high up, near his cock stiffening in the
water, and gripped with my fingers.

   "Great having a good-looking gay neighbour, Phil."

   "Too kind!  And you're very handsome too."

   His hand was on my hard cock now, and I felt free to reciprocate, my
fist around his, broad so I could not close my fingers.  He had a good big
one....  stretch my hole after several weeks inaction!

   It was obvious to both of us what we were here for, so there was only
one question really, and he asked it first.

   "What are you into, Phil?"

   "Anything, Mark, but I especially like to be fucked."

   "Great!  I'm top and you're bottom...."

   "Let's find a cubicle...."



   We picked one without a bench, where the whole floor was covered in a
foam-rubber mattress....  about the size of a king-sized bed I guess.  I
lay down and Mark was immediately laying beside me: I was glad he had
chosen to lay head-to-tail as it meant we would be straight into the sex
without foreplay kissing.  I like hugging and kissing, but just at the
moment I wanted that cock, and I got what I wanted as he took mine into his
mouth, and I got my lips round his knob.  Lordy!  He was big, stretching my
jaw, but easier once my lips were round the shaft.  We sucked and slurped,
side-by-side sixty-nine for several minutes.  I felt his hands caressing my
back, stroking and teasing with a finger nail, then kneading my bottom,
slipping his hand into my bum-crease and fingering my anus.

   His bottom was hard and muscular, small compared with the breadth of his
shoulders, very hairy in his bum-crease, and with tantalising hairs
actually on his buttock cheeks.  Real male-macho!  Lovely.

   I let his cock drop from my mouth, and squirmed till my head was
actually between his thighs, my face pressed against the rock-hard
perineum, my lips as far now as his anus.  I kissed and licked, and had the
wonderful masculine perfume I love so much.  As I felt his buttocks he
closed his thighs on my head, trapping it in the place I liked so much for
a moment.  It was wonderful, but I couldn't breath!

   I struggled and he relaxed his grip.

   "Fuck me now, Mark!  Do me before I cum.  I want to cum with you in me."

   He laughed as struck my bum with his open palm, the smack filling the
room.  If we had not closed the door, jammed with the end of my towel, that
would have brought an audience.

   "Kneeling?  Or on your back?"

   "Kneeling.  Do me from behind so I can feel your thighs smack my
bottom...."

   He was reaching for a condom from the basket of condoms and lubes in the
corner of the cabin.

   "I'm safe, Mark.  Was tested negative just a month ago."

   "Me too.  Tested last week before we moved down south.  Bareback?"

   "I'd love that, Mark."

   His fingers spreading lube on my arse, fingers in my arse, anticipation
of the moment of penetration my heart racing my cock twitching, the
pressure of his knob against my anus.....

   He had to push hard to get that broad-flaring knob in me, holding me in
place with a strong hand on each of my cheeks: I pushed backwards at him,
and felt the momentary pang as it entered.  Then the start of the pleasure
as it forced its way up my rectum till his thighs rested on my buttocks,

   "OK?"

   "Shag me as hard as you want, Mark.  I've wanted this from the first
time I saw you...."

   In one way he was a good lover, his cock hitting my prostate with each
thrust and making my cock twitch and leak pre-cum.  I did not dare touch it
as I did not want to cum before him.  I could feel and hear his hairy
thighs smacking me as if spanking (I like to be spanked by the way).  I
reached underneath and he groaned as I fingered his balls.  He leaned over
and kissed my back and dragged a finger-nail down the length, sending
shivers of pleasure through me.  I could cum so easily...

   I pulled at the skin of his ball-sack, and he groaned again.

   He liked that!  I did it again, and then realised he was cumming.  His
hands gripped tighter, his thrusts were faster and even more vigorous, and
then a huge bash with his thighs, nearly knocking me onto my belly and I
knew he was pumping his hot spunk right up in me.  Out, and another thrust,
another spurt, and another, and then a slower in and out, in and out,
gentler, the passion spent,

   He rolled us sideways onto the padded floor and we lay "spoons".

   He had cum too soon for me.

   My arse expelled his cock and he kissed the back of my neck.

   "Did you cum, Phil."

   "No!"

   "Good!  You suck me hard again, and I'll fuck you on your back: I want
to see you cum."

   I had douched thoroughly and his cock was clean, just the oil, my cum
and the taste of penetrated anus, plus the male scent of his balls and
arse.

   He fondled me, stroking my hair, feeling my arms and shoulders, touching
my nipples, as I licked the front of his cock especially just under the rim
of his knob where it is most sensitive.  I felt it stiffening and opened my
mouth wide to suck on his knob and allow him to shag my mouth, his shaft
sliding in and out and stiffening all the time till rock-hard again.

   "Now!"

   He turned me on my back, bent my legs at the knees, placed his cock, and
using his cum and the left-over lube, penetrated again.

   Now I could watch his magnificent body, muscles rippling as he shagged
me, strong biceps as he held my legs open, face almost laughing, but beads
of sweat on his lip and brow.  I wanked my cock furiously.  He wanted to
see me cum?  Well I was nearly there the first time so this would not take
long.

   His cock was pummelling my prostate again and my fist was flying up and
down my cock.  I reached and touched his hard body, my fingers combing body
hair, and I came, a streak of white spunk splashing over my chest and onto
my face and hair.  Another, just over my belly this time, and then the
oozings and twitches as my orgasm died away.

   He pulled his cock out, and knelt over me jerking at it with his right
hand.  The spurt was impressive given that he had cum just a few minutes
earlier.....

   We showered together and he offered me a lift home, but I had a few
things to do in town and refused.  We had a date for next Saturday morning,
though!



   Sunday morning was clear and sunny, warm already at nine o'clock when I
sat at the computer with my second coffee of the morning and checked the
weather forecast.  Glorious August heat all day.  I was sitting naked,
looking forward to seeing my little starlet in her sun-worshipping gear
again.

   Sure enough, just before ten thirty she appeared dragging the already
inflated air-bed behind her, dumping it in the sun feet facing my window,
and laying on it belly down her arms crossed supporting her face.

   This was a different bikini, same revealing style as last week, but a
sexy, shiny silver fabric.  all I could see of it as she lay there was two
little strips of cloth, one across her back for the bra, the other just
about covering her bum crease and in a thin strip across her hips.  The
rest was an expanse of nubile, tanned teenage flesh, slender but not
skinny, and so, so cute.

   I focussed my binoculars on her bottom, starting with the little dimple
above the line of her bikini, a pretty little junction of her buttocks,
just above the start of her crease.  My cock was rigid!

   Down an inch or two to the place where those long legs met her
bottom.... no flabby crease there, just a swelling of her perky little bum,
and the gap her still little-girl-slim thighs left south of her pussy.  As
I watched, as close it seemed as if I was kneeling over her, she opened her
legs and I could see the tiny silver-satin pouch that enclosed her pussy.
The bikini was tight, and I kid you not I could make out the contours of
her cunt-lips.  I still did not know whether there was hair there or
whether she was too young, or if developed enough whether she waxed it
away. If not, would it be golden or ash-blonde?

   At that moment she turned over and sat up.  For a second I thought she
was looking direct at my window.  Shit!  Perhaps she could see me standing
naked with my bins focussed on her, could see my hard cock clear above the
line of the window-ledge.  Suppose she complained....  I froze in terror!

   But it was all right.  She had not been looking at me but at her daddy
emerging from their house and walking down the lawn close to the wicket
fence that divided our two properties.  Fuck!  He had a great body!  And as
I had found out the day before knew how to use it!

   She got up and greeted him with a hug, arms around his neck.  She had
her back to me now as they kissed.  Hey!  I thought.  That was not a
daddy-daughter kiss: chaste it was not as she raised one knee and got it
between his stout thighs, pressing I guessed against his crotch with her
thigh.

   He had both arms around her, and as I watched, binoculars zooming in, I
saw his hand slip down under that silver strap, down to cup one buttock
with the side of his palm right inside her crease: his finger must be
resting against her tight little anus....  But only for a second or two as
I watched him groping lower, and now his whole hand was cupping her naked
pussy from behind.  The girl was wriggling, but not to escape.  Oh no!  She
was making sure her cunt lips rubbed against her daddy's fingers.

   Finally they ended their kiss and both were now facing me.  She was
laughing, and he was saying something to her.  How I wished I had the
electronic gear to eavesdrop as well as watch!  But I could guess as I
could lip read her "Oh yes!  Lovely."

   Arms around each other they walked back to the house, stopping to kiss
again just before they passed from view.  And that was when I was sure!  I
saw her feel for and grasp her daddy's obvious erection through his shorts.
The kiss was brief this time, and they almost ran the last few steps to the
house.  Both eager!

   I was certain now, They were going to have sex.  Daddy was going to fuck
daughter.  My seeming innocent, seeming virginal twelve-year old girlie was
not so pure as I imagined.  The slut wanted it as much if not more than her
daddy.

   That was when I decided!  Two fingers to the law about sex with minors:
she was ready, and so was I.  I was going to fuck that sweet pussy, fondle
that cute little bum, feel those tanned thighs around my neck as I sucked
her naked pussy, make her scream with delight as I gave her orgasm after
orgasm.  It was not a question of whether?  but now only of When?  and
Where?

   No!  I did not jerk off there and then....  save it a day or two!

   I decided instead to take the bus up to Haller's Ridge, walk the eight
miles to Hallerton, and take the bus back to get to the village in time for
tea and chocolate cake.



   I left my boots at the door.

   And there she was, looking so innocent and virginal in her white,
pleated tennis skirt and a tight white cotton top with little red flowers
embroidered.  Her pony- tail was fastened with a white ribbon.

   "Maisie!"

   "Mr Phil!  What can I get you?"

   I know what you could give me you little darling, I thought: but I just
ordered a pot of tea and a slice of chocolate cake.

   She brought it over to my table by the window and then pulled a chair
round beside me and sat down with the back of the chair towards me, leaning
on her arms on the top of the chair-back,

   "You soon found a holiday job then."

   "I was lucky.  I'm working every afternoon in the school holidays and
then Saturday and Sunday afternoons when school begins.  Nice pocket
money!"

   "They're the lucky ones getting such a pretty waitress.  You look really
beautiful today."

   She laughed, a lovely tinkling sort of laugh.  "Not as beautiful as in
my bikini, I bet!"

   Shit!  She had seen me at the window perving her.  How much had she
seen. Shit!  I'd been standing there naked.  Often!

   She must have seen the consternation on my face.

   "It's all right.  I don't mind you looking at me.  In fact I like it. 
You're very handsome, and I enjoy being looked at.  Makes me all hot and
excited!"

   "Me too!"

   "I know.  I could see!"

   "I thought you couldn't see from down there."

   "The sun was reflected by your binoculars, the flash caught my eye, and
there you were at the window.  After that I always looked."

   She put her hand on my thigh and squeezed it.  I felt her stroke a bit
up the leg of my shorts and grip again.

   "Next time you see me sunbathing you should come down and join me."

   "I'd like that.  But in the shade of your great apple tree would be even
better in the heat."

   "The apple tree it is then!"

   She giggled, a little-girl giggle, but her blue eyes were bedroom eyes.

   "And perhaps you'll find out whether I've got an all-over tan or
tan-lines."

   Her hand, high up the leg of my shorts gripped my naked thigh quite
hard. But at that moment the door opened again and an old couple came in.
She got up, replaced the chair and went to work again.

   But I was on a promise!  My heart beat so strong I thought the whole
cafe must hear, and my cock was stiff!



   Monday morning was sunny, not a cloud in the clear blue sky, and the BBC
forecast of a really scorching hot day.  I heard Mark's car leave at 8-30
and took a coffee up to my office, and my window onto paradise.  I hoped
she would be as eager as me, and would appear in the garden as early as was
safe.  I had been awake since five, my whole body like a taut bow-string,
my cock rock-hard, my mind full of the delights that twelve-year-old's body
could introduce me to.

   The little minx must have kept me waiting, on edge till after 10-30,
when at last she emerged.  In her tiny, shameless silver bikini.  I groaned
out loud as I watched her pull the air-bed from the sun into the shade. 
She looked up at my window smiling, and waved.

   I was wearing my white speedos under my old shorts....  why I don't know
as she had probably seen me naked several times at my voyeur's window!  But
it seemed best not to go down naked: decorum was not to take too much for
granted I felt.

   But I must admit I scampered down the stairs!

   She was laying on her belly, and I lay down beside her, my body touching
hers, my cock leaking a darker yellow in a spot at the front of my trunks.
She turned her head and smiled, and I leaned closer and kissed her on the
lips.  Immediately her tongue was in mine and we were playing the game of
fighting for possession of each other's mouth.

   That bow on the back of her bikini was just too tempting, and I pulled
at a loose silver tape: it fell open.

   "Naughty!" She said, "But nice".

   Her naked thigh against my body was so exciting it almost seemed to
scald as I leaned over and kissed her on the nape of her neck, there where
the hair was finest under her pony-tail.  I stroked her shoulder blades and
kissed her in the small of her back.  She shivered, so I kissed her there
again.

   She turned over to face me, and the silly little triangles of silver
satin fell away from her breasts.

   "No tan-lines, Maisie, just a lighter golden tan, and so, so beautiful.
You have a lovely figure, lovely breasts."

   As she lay on her side they did not droop at all, but kept their shape,
pert and firm, small but perfect little cones of teenage breasts, small
aureoles but the rosy-pink nipples erect and surprisingly long.  So
kissable!

   And I did!  I kissed one nipple while I stroked and fondled the other
breast, the skin so silky, the muscle-tone so perfect, the roundness and
firmness so exciting.  Janice had small, firm breasts, I remember thinking,
but not as sexy as these.  I dismissed the unwelcome thought and
concentrated on this little angel.  Her nipple was stiff between my lips,
and I gently pulled on it.

   "Yes, Phil.  Like that.  I love my tits sucked."

   I nibbled with my lips rather than my teeth, licked round the pink
aureoles with their nearly-invisible little fine hairs, scarcely a
millimetre long, feeling the little lumpy goose-bumps with my sensitive
tongue, and then kissed her breast, feeling the silkiness with my lips.

   The other breast now, laying my cheek on it and feeling the heart-beat
within, the firmness and warmth, and this nipples turn.

   As I suckled like a babe, I felt her hand slip between us inside my
shorts and feel for my cock through my probably quite damp speedos.  She
grasped it, and I groaned.

   Those silver bows each side of her bikini just invited my exploring
fingers roaming all over her flat belly and slender little-girl hips, her
pelvic bones sticking up above the plain of her tummy.  I pulled at one
string, and the bow came open, at the other now and I could just pull at
the flimsy loosened silk pouch: my little angel was naked.

   No pubic hair at all!  Not even the slightest fluff.  She must have
waxed it away or surely there would be some hairs even if as fine and near
invisible as those around her nipples.  Her pubic mound was rounded,
rounder even than her conical tits, a small mount in the field of her naked
stomach.  It looked bigger than I would expect in a twelve-year-old girl,
but that was, I decided, because there was no hair, and her naked cunt-lips
were so like a child's, but plump and slightly open.  There were no tan
lines, but her skin-tone shaded off towards a very light gold from the
deeper gold of her belly.  She had been nude sunbathing somewhere!

   I cupped her pubic mound in my hand silky smooth and warm, fingers
spreading down into her crotch, index finger slipping gently between those
childlike bare lips and finding the warm wetness within.  Her turn to moan
with pleasure now as I slowly ran the tip of my finger up and down the
crease, finding the opening of her vagina as it caught my finger tip.  and
then the nub of her clitoris.

   "Take yours off too, Phil.  I want to see your cock properly, in
close-up I mean."

   "You pull them down for me, sweetie."

   She knelt beside me and her tits were so proud, nipples erect and
straining upwards as if pulled by invisible strings.  Magnificent!

   She slowly unclasped my belt, popped the button and undid the clasp.  I
knew she was savouring the moment, making it last, fixing it in her memory.
She was so like me in some ways: so horny.  Now the zip, slowly down, and
her tiny hand slipped inside my speedos to grasp the naked flesh of my
prick, pulling it out.

   The speedos were tight, rough and uncomfortable against my naked erect
cock, cutting into it.  I raised my hips and she pulled the shorts and
speedos together down my thighs and off over my feet.  Now we were both
bare, Adam and a doll-like, tiny Eve laying down together naked and without
shame in the shade of the apple tree.

   "It's lovely, so beautiful and so manly."

   My foreskin is quite loose, and she easily skinned my knob.

   "I've seen pics and videos of uncut cocks, but never one for real."

   She kissed the glistening knob and a thin filament of precum briefly
linked her full lips to the eye of my prick, until it snapped as she knelt
up again.

   So she had, I supposed seen at least one cut cock.  Her Daddy's
presumably: Mark was cut.

   She lay down again, and now it was my turn to kiss her pussy!

   This was a moment I had promised myself since seeing the girl with her
Daddy, his hand on her breast, his hand cupping her jaunty little buttock,
but I teased myself, making the moment last by kissing the flesh of her
swelling mons veneris.  Her mound was silky-smooth under my lips, not
shaved-smooth, but little-girl hairless, I guessed carefully waxed.  It
felt warm as I kissed her there and laid my cheek against it.

   There was a delicate scent of aroused pussy!

   I just had to now.  I could not wait!  I kissed her almost open labia,
again little-girl hairless and smooth, untanned, like the skin of her
mound. She had worn her bikini bottom when sun-bathing.  She sighed with
pleasure and I felt her relax as my lips touched her pussy.  She wanted it
as much as I did!  I could hardly believe my luck as I gently parted those
plumping lips to reveal the almost shocking red of the inner lips,
glistening and wet with arousal.

   The scent of young-girl excitement was stronger now, clean and
overwhelmingly sexy.  I kissed and then traced a figure of eight around her
hard little nub with the tip of my tongue.

   "Yes!  Like that!  God!  I love that!"

   She had grasped my head between her hands and with her fingers twined in
my hair was pushing my face onto her crotch, holding it there and imploring
me to suck, lick, kiss.

   I did!

   My tongue slid up and down her open pussy, catching in the entrance of
her vagina, pressing over her clitoris with each pass.  I was holding her
thighs apart with two hands: no need, she was so-willingly opening her legs
for my invasive tongue, stretching them wide apart.  I fingered her pussy,
still licking and kissing.  My index finger found her vagina opening and I
slipped it inside.

   "Oh yes!  You darling man.  You know what I want.  Yes!  Like that!"

   I gently finger fucked her, a bit surprised at how easily the
twelve-year-old's vagina could be penetrated.  No virgin this!  And no
hymen either.  But her cunt was nicely smooth, and could grip with strong
teenage muscles....  what a delight it would be....  will be, I thought....
to fuck this little blonde angel.  I was sure now that her daddy had indeed
been fucking her, so why not me too?

   So I finger fucked her while I licked, sucked, nibbled and pulled at her
clitoris with my pursed lips as she held my head firmly against her pussy.
Her scent filled my nostrils, the taste of her was so exciting, and then
her hips were moving under me and I knew she was close.

   Her orgasm was explosive.  I felt her young body tense, her hips rise,
her finger nails digging into my scalp and then....

   "Oh my God!  Oh Fuck.  That's good!  I'm cumming!  Cumming....!" Her
scream of joy became a serious of gutteral grunts as waves of orgasm
flashed through her body, each spasm with a flexing of her hips, her legs
now clamped tightly round my face.  What a way to die, I thought,
suffocated by the thighs of an angelic twelve-year-old girl!  Wonderful
ear-muffs!

   Her orgasm died away, and that delightful grip on my face relaxed.  Did
she want me to suck on, going for a second orgasm?

   No!

   "My turn now, Mr Phil."

   I held her breast, my other hand stroking her silky hair while I felt
her lips close around my knob.  She looked up at me with those innocent
blue eye as I felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth, my cock sliding in
until her nose was on my belly, her chin on my shaven pubes.

   She had done this before!  Skilled beyond expectation of a
twelve-year-old girl.  How many years had gone into this acquiring
expertise?  When had Mark first introduced his lovely little daughter to
the pleasures of oral sex?  Had she been willing from the very first, eager
to please her daddy just as she was pleasing me?  Because her eyes were
locked on mine, watching my reaction as she bobbed her head up and down,
sliding my shaft between her lips, her tongue flickering over the shaft,
titillating it where it is most sensitive, stopping sometimes to really
suck, tongue teasing the sensitive front of my cock just beneath the knob,
and then in and out again.

   All the time she was fingering my balls with one hand, cupping them,
gently squeezing, pulling at them inside their sack, pulling the skin of
the scrotum, stretching and releasing, only to stretch again.

   She was a cock-sucking genius, and she knew it!  Her face was happy as
she saw the pleasure she was giving and hearing my moans and groans of
pleasure, my whispered words of appreciation....

   It was so good I even forgot to fondle her breast, my hand still cupping
its pert roundness, feeling her nipple hard under my palm, but no longer
squeezing or stroking it.  My other hand was among her fine, silky hair,
holding her head against my crotch: unnecessary as she was going at it now
with huge enthusiasm, but an added pleasure for me.

   I felt my orgasm starting, rising, and I was moving my hips up and down
as my shaft s;lipped in and out now-tight lips, faster and faster.

   "I'm gonna cum.  I'm cumming, Maisie.  Oh!  You darling!  Here it is. 
Yeeeees!"

   Did she take my cock from her mouth to let it spurt over her face and
perhaps her hair or breasts?

   No!

   My first, huge spurt was in her mouth and I could see her struggling to
swallow the hot cum.  But she did, and was still cock-sucking for my second
gusher, and my third.  Then she gradually decreased the movements of her
head, her tongue, as my orgasm died away, but she kept my cock in her mouth
enjoying the last oozings and twitchings, before finally releasing it.

   "Nice!"

   "Beyond nice, my lovely little blonde angel.  That was fantastic!  Best
ever!  Wonderful!  Kiss me!"

   I could taste my cum on her lips, feel it still in her mouth as my
tongue entered.

   "I can taste my cum!"

   "And I can taste my cunt on your lips!  Good, ain't it?"

   She laughed, her throaty grown-up woman laugh, not the little-girl
tinkling sound she usually made.

   "But I've got to get ready for work now.  Look, why not come next door
tomorrow morning, about nine when Daddy's gone, and I'll make breakfast for
you.  We'd have a full couple of hours to play...."



   The two hours between 7 and 9 were interminable.  each time I looked at
my watch or the kitchen clock it seemed only to have moved five minutes in
the last hour!  I shat, showered and shaved, to use the old army
expression, drank coffee, checked my legs and pubes to make sure there was
no stubble, decided my balls were not quite hairless and waxed them anew.
More coffee, and more inspection of myself in the mirror.....  cock hard.
At 8 o'clock a viagra just in case, though I doubted I would need one!

   I intended to make use of every minute between 9 and 11, time for three
good male orgasms (with viagra!) and fuck knows how many for the girl: I
was willing to bet she was multi-orgasmic.....  I had explored her vagina
with my fingers, no hymen, and I was confident she was no virgin: my bet
was Mark was fucking his daughter pretty regular.  Imagine sharing your bed
with her, a sexy twelve-year-old nymphet every night, teaching her all the
little variations on the art of love.  I wondered if he had introduced her
to anal sex.....  probably his knob was too big, his shaft too broad. 
While mine.....

   I had another shower, cold this time to try to still my beating heart a
bit, to cool my ardour.  It would be a disaster coming just thinking about
that sweet teenage honey-pot.

   I stood again in front of the long mirror.  Not bad!  At least if you
found the willowy, smooth, almost androgynous male sexy....  and I think
she must by the way she had cum yesterday!

   Two minutes to nine and out the back door in just my shorts... 
bare-footed and nothing else.



   Her garden door was open: when I knocked she yelled "Come on in, Phil"
from what would be the kitchen in my half of the semis.

   It was her kitchen too, and there she was!  My jaw dropped: my cock
twitched.

   She was smiling her greeting, so sexy in a shiny scarlet baby-doll
nightie.  The top just about reached her mid-riff, and the full, almost
baggy knickers left a gap where I could see the pretty dimple of her navel.
The satin was not transparent, but that did not prevent me from seeing the
little pokes of erect nipples, and the suggestion of pert little breasts.
The full-cut knickers were loose at the legs but quite tight at her crotch,
and I knew those creases were the shape of her labia beneath the satin,
ready for my kisses....

   She ran towards me, arms around my neck, her lips on mine, tongue in my
mouth, knee up between us teasing my hard cock.  Now my tongue in her mouth
while I had both arms around her, hands sliding over the slippery satin of
her panties.  She lifted both legs and clasped them round my waist,
pressing her nipples against my naked chest.

   "What do you want, Mr Phil? ......For breakfast, I mean."

   That sexy little girl laugh again!

   "Sod breakfast!  Show me your bedroom and I'll show you what I want,
young lady."

   "Yes!  Let's work up an appetite."



   I carried her up the stairs: she really was no weight at all.  Her
bedroom faced south, the mirror of the room I used as an office, and the
sun streamed in through open windows.  It was decorated in teenage girl
fashion, with posters stuck to the wall, not your usual teenage idols
though: all older guys, some positively middle-aged and one oddly of a
transvestite, the long-legged, slender, sexy Israeli tranny who won the
Eurovision Song Contest a few years back.  Dana?  Interesting!
TV, laptop, bookcase nearly empty, desk with a few school books,
king-sized double bed, duvet draped over the bed-end leaving the mattress

clear for our lovemaking.  Interesting!

   I dropped her on the bed and immediately she sat up and was pulling at
my belt , unbuckling it, popping the button, unzipping.  My cock sprang
clear as my shorts dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of them.

   "Oh yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"

   I stood there looking down while she ran her tongue up the front of my
shaft, kissed the knob transferring a lick of pre-cum into her mouth, and
then nuzzled and kissed my balls.  Her eyes met mine and were smiling,
watching me, enjoying my pleasure.  God!  It's sexy when any woman sucks
your cock and looks you in the eye at the same time, but when it's a lovely
twelve-year-old blond in scarlet satin.....

   I wanted her naked!  I wanted her pussy!

   Rather roughly I pushed her back on the bed and was on top of her, my
face pressed into her crotch, scenting her through the shiny satin.  I
slipped a hand up the loose leg of the panties and round to her pussy, my
index finger inside her labia.  Wet!  Aroused hard little nub.  I pulled
those sexy shorts down and she raised her bum so I could slide them over
her thighs, down her long legs and off her ankles.  My face now pressed to
her hairless pussy, my tongue in her crack, teasing her clitoris.

   She pushed my face away!

   "Not now, Phil, later!  Now I want you to fuck me.  I want to feel you
in me.  Fuck me, Mr Phil!"

   Jesus!  What an offer!

   She opened her legs and I was on top of her, her little hand between us
grasping my cock and rubbing it up and down her cunt crease.  I could feel
it catch on the opening of her vagina and she held it there.

   "Now, Phil."

   I pushed and her hips rose to meet me.  Warmth and wetness gripped my
cock as it slipped into her till my own shaven pubic bone met her naked
flesh.  I was in her!  I was fucking my little teenage angel.  Joy!

   I felt her legs lock around my lower back and her arms just below my
shoulders, holding on for dear life.  Her breasts were pressed against my
naked chest, but slipping an inch or so in their satin nest as we humped
together, and all the time I fucked her, in and out, slow and deep, her
vigorous-muscled vagina gripping my cock.

   Minutes of this and her little moans and squeaking sounds got louder,
sounds of pleasure that could be mistaken from afar as those of pain,
uncontrolled, instinctive.  Her lips were on my neck, open, and her noises
muffled by my flesh, but I knew she was rising towards orgasm.  I went
faster, crashing my pubic bone against her pelvis as my cock plumbed her.
Her cunt was still tight, gripping my cock delightfully: the thought
crossed my mind that no woman, and certainly not Janice, had ever felt so
fit, muscle-toned in her vagina as this.  A willing teenage girl must
surely be the greatest of all fucks.  Willing she was, too, as her juices
were making slurping noises as I shagged her and the heady scent of aroused
pussy was filling the room.

   What a darling little honey-pot I had found to dip my cock in!

   The noises rose in volume, replaced finally by a series of grunts as
spasms ripped through her body, each grunt coinciding with a tighter grip
on my cock.

   I fucked on, slowing as her orgasm died away.  I'm sure I would have cum
were it not for the pain of her finger nails digging into my back and the
anticipation of yet another bite on my neck.  I did not want to cum yet:
this first fuck had to be superlative for her if I was to become this
angel's regular sex-partner.  One of the few things my ex Janice has left
me with is the ability to control my orgasm: she was deeply into yoga and
taught me at least this useful technique....

   I raised myself on elbows and looked her in the eyes: dreamy and happy!

   "Over!  I want to fuck you from behind!  Play with your perky little
bum!"

   Lovely from all angles, I thought.  That cute bum, rounded like a girl's
but not broad like a grown woman's.  The best of both worlds, small and
perky, but smooth and so firm under my palms as I spread her buttocks.  I
leaned forward and planted a wet kiss right on her pretty anus, a pink
flower in the furrow of her whiteness.  Tan-lines defined the shape of the
bikini I had been ogling all week, and now the full beauty of her nakedness
was mine to see.....  and to fuck.

   Because that is what she wanted, as much as me I guessed as she wiggled
her bum, jutting it out like a bitch on heat, demanding my cock again.

   I rubbed my cock, no hands, up and down that pretty place for several
moments, getting it coated again with the juices her vagina was leaking. 
Leaking?  Almost spurting there was so much.

   "Give me it, Mr Phil.  God!  I want it!"

   I could see her right hand playing with her clit as she knelt: it was
not just my cock, my body that was exciting her.  Her active fingers too!

   She wiggled her hips again, and I held her buttocks still, a hand on
each smooth cheek as I placed my cock, still no hands, at the opening of
her honey-pot and pushed.  It felt almost as if her muscled vagina walls
sucked me in till my thighs were resting against those sweet cheeks, my
cock gripped in the warmth of her cunt.  It felt as if I was touching the
end of her vagina in this position: I might have to hold my cock to
decrease its length, I thought.

   I need not have worried.  Her little hand worked faster and faster on
her clit as I fucked her, my cock hitting her cervix every time my thighs
smacked her arse.

   No inexperienced virgin this, despite her tender age.  By now I was
completely convinced her daddy had seduced her, the only question in my
mind being how long ago.  Surely she could not become so accomplished in
the brief months of her puberty.  I guessed he had been fucking her
prepubescent.  Exciting thought, but not my business I thought as I worked
to bring her to a second orgasm, aided by her busy fingers...

   I was safe now, in complete control, no danger of my own orgasm creeping
up on me and taking over.  Once I have controlled it the first time I'll be
ok, and I know that.  My cock feels like winged steel, and I can go on and
on as long as I want.  So I was able to fuck this sweet little butt as hard
and fast as I wanted, watching it wriggle and push back at me, looking at
her flawless tanned back, and those sexy, narrow shoulders, her blonde pony
tail bouncing as her body moved in front of me.

   She was close.  I could feel it in her vagina.  I smacked her pretty bum
with my open palm.  She yelped, but my instinctive, not deliberate action,
had triggered her and she was cumming with the series of grunts and
contractions of her cunt around my cock and a tensing of her body under my
hands as spasms racked her.

   This time I did not slow down or stop.  Let's see if she is
multi-orgasmic, I thought as I shagged even faster, even harder.

   "Oh please!  No!  I can't...."

   I fucked on regardless.

   "Oooh!  Fuck!  Oooooooh Yes!"

   Shit!  This was one hot little teen!  She was cumming again.

   This time I let her cum, and then tipped us over sideways so she was
laying with one cheek of her bottom resting on my thigh, my cock still in
her cunt but from underneath now.

   Like this I could see her pretty, hairless mound and those little-girl
hairless cunt-lips with my improbably large-looking cock pulling them
outwards and then stretching the skin inwards as I fucked on.  More to the
point I could finger her clit with my right hand, strumming it like a
guitar, pinching and pulling at her nub and sliding my finger up and down
the crease bathed in her juices.

   I had my left arm around her and was squeezing one breast, tweaking her
raised nipple Between finger and thumb.  I could see her face too!  Eyes
closed, a look of ecstasy, near unconscious on her face.

   And then her eyes open, radiant blue and meeting mine as a look almost
of pain crossed her face.  Her hips started rising and falling, her body
shook and I heard those grunts again.

   Now.  I thought.  Let it rip!

   Fuck!  What a fuck.  I'm gonna cum!

   I imagined my hot spunk spurting up into her cervix, filling her vagina.
With each thrust, each spurt, a white froth came to the opening of her
vagina as my cock rammed in and out.  I stopped playing her guitar but
still fucked and could feel her orgasm spasms going on and on, fuelled by
my hot cum deep inside her.

   Finally it all dies away for both of us.

   I was knackered, but had a glow of satisfaction: good sex!

   I would have liked silence, but her orgasms had animated this little
girl and she wanted to chatter about how good it had been, how she had
never had so many in a row, how they had never been as big.

   I just agreed that for me it was the best ever (and it really was!),
that she was lovely, and a great little lover.

   She wanted to kiss me, but as she moved to hug me my cock slipped out
with an amazing cunt-fart.

   "Ooops!" she giggled, and our kiss went on a long moment.

   We had both worked up an appetite, and breakfast was huge....  the full
works:L bacon; sausages, fried bread, tomatoes, eggs, mushrooms, even a
slice or two of black pudding...
Whether it was the viagra or the site of her cute body, that perky
little butt as she worked at the stove, her slender waist and tall tits as
she came to the table, whatever, my cock was hard again.  She briefly

grasped it.

   "Food first, Mr Phil."



   By the time we had finished eating it was half ten.  "Just enough time
for a shower", she said with a very meaning look.

   I expect she often showered with her daddy, and that showed as her
expert little hands caressed my balls, my cock, my arsehole even, her
fingers so teasing as they slipped, soapy over me, penetrating naughtily my
anus even.

   My turn!

   Under the tepid jets of water I turned her round, resting my cock in the
small of her back as I reached round her.

   I can feel now, so powerful is the memory, the texture of her breasts as
I soaped them, lingering and enjoying my palms sliding over her firm flesh,
the rubbing of her nipples stiff against my palms.  And then soaping her
little arse-hole, penetrating with my index finger as I felt entitled since
she had treated me to the same.  Her shaven pussy and the softness,
silkiness of the inside of her thighs, my hands stroking her jaunty bottom.
Was that soap making her slippery inside the lips?  Or her own juices?  Or
perhaps my spunk?  All three I guessed, and my cock in the small of her
back was stiff and twitching with a life of its own.

   I was stiff then, just as I am stiff writing this, remembering....

   She grabbed the rail fixed to the shower rail, legs apart, arse sticking
out, inviting.

   "Come on, Mr Phil.  Time for one more..."

   I had to bend my legs she was so much shorter than me, but I rubbed my
cock up and down that slipperiness, and then, when my knob caught in the
entrance of her vagina paused, and pushed into her warmth, wetness, and
above all muscular tightness, gripping but allowing me in....

   Each time she came, the next one was quicker.  For me each one was
slower, but stronger each time.  So we coincided this time without any
effort from me, coming together in an ecstasy of passion.  I remember
grasping her tits, so firm and slippery with soap, as I bashed my hips into
her bottom, feeling my cock hit the end of her vagina with each thrust.  It
clearly was not hurting her to have her cervix pummelled like this, and her
vagina was gripping my cock almost painfully tight.  But she was so juicy
that I was going in and out, no problem.

   I felt the orgasm building in me, arse, balls, cock and finally as I
slapped her arse with my open palm I shouted "I'm cumming!"

   "Me too"."

   Mine went on and on, spurt after spurt.  Hers too, spasms through her
body, and especially her vagina.

   After she turned round and kissed me....

   "You're good, Phil."

   "You too, sweetie.  You little darling."

   As we dried and dressed she told me she fancied an al fresco fuck
tomorrow.

   "Watch from your window, and come down when you see me under the tree."

   But it rained.....  all day!  I waited until it was time for her to go
to work and then gave up, substituting an unsatisfactory wank for the
delights of her teenage pussy!  I had sat there hoping she might come
knocking at my door, and half-considered knocking at hers, but decided not
to risk a good thing, and leave it over till Thursday morning.

   Thursday she kept me waiting, but when she did emerge it was worth
waiting for.  It was not a bikini: it was a sexy lingerie set, lacy black
nylon bra, and matching panties, not a thong, but quite full knickers,
stretched over her cute bottom and cut so that they were low, square across
her hips.  I reckoned the panel at the front looked almost transparent, but
I was not going to wait to get my binoculars.  not when I could scamper
downstairs, across my lawn, over the wicket-fence and see her close-up!

   I lay beside her and before we either said a word we were kissing,
hugging, almost wrestling each other.  I had my hand on her bottom, one
inside her panties on her warm, bare flesh, the other feeling the silkiness
of the nylon.  She had one arm round me, but the other groping my cock
through my cotton shorts....  I was not wearing underpants or speedos this
morning.  Oh no!

   When we broke apart, coming up for air, I could see her lingerie was
indeed near-see-thru, her pretty nipples plain to see, and her lovely
pussy-lips through the front panel of her panties.  I slipped my hand down
the waist feeling for her cunt-lips, and could see my fingers through it.
Wet!  Aroused!

   "You're fantastic, Maisie, and your lovely body deserves this lovely
lingerie."

   I've got a real lingerie fetish, and I guess that's the main reason why
I'm a part-time tranny.  I don't want to be a woman....  happy as a rather
effeminate man....  but I do want to wear sexy, silky lingerie and look
like a woman so men want to fuck me!  But I even dress in lingerie
sometimes and sleep in a nightie just for the look and the feel.

   I was stroking her breasts, feeling the satin and the firmness beneath,
and sometimes feeling the satin over her cute bottom.

   "Daddy buys me nice panties and bras because he likes them too!  I can
see you like me in them, Phil."

   She had groped me and was holding my ram-rod hard cock through the thin
cotton of my khaki shorts.  She giggled.  Happy!

   "You know, Mr Phil, I've never had anal sex.  All sorts of other ways
but never that.  My daddy's cock-head is far too wide....  but you know
that!"

   "How would I know?"

   "There's no secrets between daddy and me."

   "You know about him and me at the sauna?"

   "Of course!"

   "Jeez!"

   Gob-smacked is the word.  I was right about him having sex with his
daughter, but "no secrets" meant he knew about my affaire with her too. 
Might make our meet at the sauna Saturday a bit interesting!

   "But your knob is sort of pointy, and I reckon that would be ok."

   Fucking hell!  This cute little nymphet was offering me her virgin
arse-hole.  Twelve years old.  Shit!  'Sort of pointy!' Shit!

   "Hurts first time..."

   "You'll have to get me ready to get me ready so it don't, and in any
case I want to learn to have it in the arse like everyone else."

   Everyone else!  What sort of sexual world did she live in?  Twelve!

   "So let's go up to your bedroom and I'll start learning....  I'm sure
you know a lot about anal sex!  I know you like it, daddy says."

   "I only take it, not give it.  But I'd love to give it to you..."

   "Have you got any baby oil.  Daddy says that's best."

   "Oh yes!  I've always got baby oil by my bed."

   "I bet you have!"

   She giggled, but was already getting up and pulling me up to follow her.




   Her cute bottom moved under those nylon hipsters as we went upstairs and
I reached out and fondled.  She stopped and stood still a step mabove me,
inviting further caresses.

   "You're a bums man, like daddy..."

   "Breasts too!  Nice small, firm, perky tits!"

   She giggled...

   "And sexy lingerie...  You're bedroom at the front?"

   I was glad I had changed the sheets a couple of days before, and draped
the duvet over the end of the iron bedstead.

   She threw herself onto the mattress and lay there smiling happily while
I pulled my underpants off, my cock stiff and ready.

   "You take viagra, Phil?"

   "I've got some, but don't need it with you, sweetie."

   "You say the nicest things!  Come here!"

   No time then to admire those pert breasts, long slender legs, blonde
hair framing an angelic, innocent face....  Hugging and kissing again, arms
and legs intertwined.

   I licked my tongue into her navel...  spicy...  and then nuzzled her
crotch, the slick nylon damp with her arousal.  I stroked her breasts as I
nibbled her clit through the nylon and savoured the heady perfume of an
aroused female.  Innocent, my arse!

   God!  I wanted her bottom, wanted to feel the tightness around my cock,
the power of total domination it would give me.  And I knew very well
indeed the pleasure total submission to a male gave me so I could
understand her willingness to let me fuck her in the arse.  For me, of
course, there is the sensation of the prostate massage which she would
never know, but she could share with me the psychological experience.

   I turned her over on her belly and slid a couple of pillows under her to
raise that perfect bottom, and when I slid her knickers down the glistening
purse of her pussy: I spread her buttocks, a hand on each cheek, the flesh
smooth and firm beneath my palms.  Her anus was like everything about her
beautiful, a pink petalled rose in the whiteness of her inner crease.  It
invited a kiss, and got one.

   For several entrancing minutes I licked and tongued her anus, round and
round, wet kisses, penetrating the sphincter with the tip of my pointed
tongue.

   AS I stroked her smooth body and sampled her arsehole, I was reminded of
my first time, a new boy at the Prep School.  It was my first day there,
and later I would realise with pride that the house-master had chosen me
first because I was the most beautiful of the new intake, or at least the
one who best combined boyish fitness with a certain feminine ambiguity!  He
had not frightened me, and not hurt me much, and had finally gifted me with
a taste for passive anal sex that has been a joy all my life.  He taught me
to love being buggered, and showed me how to introduce a virgin to those
pleasures.

   Maisie had chosen her teacher well!  I would take my time....

   So all we did for ages was to lay there while I rimmed her until I could
feel her anus beginning to relax, my tongue penetrating easier.

   "That's nice: I can feel your cheeks rubbing my bum too."

   I sprayed baby oil over her secret rose, and rubbed it with my index
finger.  She wriggled her arse as she felt the pressure on her anus: we all
love that pressing!

   More oil, and I slipped the tip of my finger in as far as the first
knuckle.

   "Oooh!"

   "OK?"

   "Feels nice!  Never put anything in there before!"

   She turned her head sideways so we could kiss, and we cuddled for an age
while I gently finger-fucked her arse, gradually dilating her anus, two
fingers and then three.  I felt her relaxing and reckoned she was ready.

   Lying on top of her, I placed my knob and applied a slight pressure...

   "Ooooh!  I like that."

   Fine, but we all like a pressure on the outside of our anus, everyone,
even virgins.

   I pushed and my knob penetrated just slightly.

   She tensed, and yelled...

   "No!  Hurts!"

   So it was back to the delightful hugging, kissing, and
finger-fucking.... sometimes four fingers, much wider than my cock.

   She was so relaxed I wondered if she was asleep.  She wasn't, but told
me it all felt nice now.

   Another try, and this time my knob penetrated with no drama and the
whole of my shaft followed till my weight was all on her bottom.

   "OK?"

   "Mmmm.  Feels very full but doesn't hurt..."

   So I fucked her.

   "You should have your hands under you to masturbate while I fuck.... 
that's very good."

   I could feel her fingers moving as she rubbed her clitoris, and then she
was cumming.

   I was fucking not as hard as when I'm up her cunt, but still fast and
jabbing, and as she came I could actually feel her fingers in her cunt: my
cock could feel their movement the other side of her vagina wall, and jeez!
I was cumming too.

   Good cum for both of us.  Good sex for both of us.  And Maisie would
never have hang-ups about anal sex: I had gifted her that.

   We had to shower....  a bit messy..., and I gave her a spare anal douche
and showed her how to use it.  She enjoyed that too, a giggling little-girl
again!  She reckoned it would be cool to be double-plugged....

   While we dressed Maisie looked round my bedroom and could bnot fail to
notice the near full size painting of Christophe.

   "Big guy!"

   "Yeah.  He's called Christophe and he's French from the West Indies....
my favourite guy, though your daddy's close to taking that position over!"

   "I bet he fucks well!"

   "He does, and he's bisexual, likes little girls too."

   "I think I could fancy him!"

   Her eyes alighted on the photo of Dolly on my chest of drawers.

   "Pretty girl."

   One of my oldest friends, but it's not a girl: she's a tranny, pre-op.
Lives as a woman though.

   "You fuck?"

   "Mmmm we do each other.  You've a pic of Dana on your wall."

   "Dad's a fan, and I sometimes wonder what it would be like...."

   I nearly told her about Fifi...  but decided it would wait for a better
time, as she had to rush off to work.



   Maisie had her new friend over for a sleepover that night, and intended
to seduce her: she was fairly certain the girl had not had any sex before.
So Friday morning was jerk-off time for yours truly, not the delights of
fucking her young body.  I was looking forward to hearing about it all
soon: I would want all the details of the seduction and of course a
description of her friend's little-girl body.....



   Saturday, at the sauna, Mark fucked me in the "sling" a swinging
contraption of leather and velcro straps where I could lay while he stood
in front of me, cock in my arse, and swung it back and forth so his cock
slid nicely in and out.  I had one hand free to wank and came in spurts up
my body, him soon after.

   We had left the door open and had an admiring audience, which added to
the pleasure for me.

   After a shower together we sat, towels round our waists, in the coffee
room, chatting.

   "Were you ever married?"

   "Yeah...  walked out on me, luckily.  Caught me in bed with a guy."

   "Nasty!"

   "Was!  Probably worse as he's a huge black guy, and was fucking me in
the arse.  Jesus!  She lost her temper...  screamed, threw the alarm clock
and a vase at us, and then slammed the door behind her.  Christophe dodged
the missiles and did not even break his rhythm."

   "Cool character."

   "He is.  Easy going and laid-back.  Built like a heavyweight champion,
and fucks like an angel.  He's my best friend, though I don't see him as
often as I'd like now I live down here.  What made it worse still I was
wearing her suspenders and stockings and her best wig....  high heels too."

   "I should think you look dead sexy in drag...  makes me hard again
thinking about it."

   I could see the tent his cock suddenly made in his towel....

   "You were married of course."

   "Same as you!  Caught me in bed , with a tranny actually, but she
probably thought it was a girl...  a pretty one, which would have annoyed
her even more.  Like yours.  Packed her cases and left.  Good riddance. 
Maisie was just ten then, and we got very close."

   "I noticed.  You're a lucky man, Mark.  She's a delight, so free and
liberated, no hang-ups.  Wonderful girl."

   "She told me about your morning in bed, Thursday.  I'm so glad it was
you who taught her anal sex.  She was bubbling over with how good it was,
and wants me too....  though I think my knob is too big for her.  You'll
have to stretch her a bit and then I'll try!  She wants to be
double-plugged, by the way."

   "That would be something else!  Let's go for it.  Why not bring her
round tonight: I'll cook dinner and then we can have a threesome.  How
about it?"

   "Seven thirty?"

   Mark offered me a lift home, but I had to shop for the dinner.



   I dressed carefully.  I love transforming myself into Fifi, almost a
ritual, and I like to take plenty of time and care.  Of course I dress to
please men and other (TOP) trannies.....  get myself fucked more often and
more energetically that way.....  but also delight in my own appearance,
Narcissistic.  Don't get me wrong: I don't actually want to be a girl and
am happy as a rather feminine guy who, with make-up and dress can pass as a
pretty woman!

   Today I was dressing for sex....  not quite the same as for a night out
clubbing or a gala event of course.

   So after I had showered, douched, and made sure my chest, belly, bum and
pubes were absolutely smooth and hairless....  however good the lasering
there are always one or two stray weakling hairs to pluck....  I laid out
my clothes.

   I chose my dark blue satin basque with the pastel blue lace trims.  This
is good as it is a perfect fit over my favourite silicon boobs....  not too
big and not too small, but with prominent nipples!  No panties at all, but
my very best, very long, very silky fully-fashioned Gio stockings, and my
four-inch-heeled silver strappy sandals.  I decided nothing over the top of
the basque, but a mid-thigh length pure silk silver skirt, soft and
clinging.  Show my legs off (my bum and legs are my best features, than
goodness!)

   Seven o'clock on the dot (and why not?  They only had twenty yards to
travel!) my doorbell rand and there was Mark, suitably butch in his tight
sweat-shirt and leather waistcoat over denim slacks, and his lovely
daughter, blonde hair shining down to her shoulders, a silver-satin
clinging dress and silver high heels.....  a wet-dream

   I had been apprehensive.  After all I had only guessed they would fancy
a tranny, though I believe I am beautiful and can even "pass".

   I needn't have worried.  They both stood there, hand-in-hand,
gob-smacked.

   Maisie spoke first: "Cor!"

   Then her daddy: "You look lovely...  I can't call you Phil ....."

   "Fifi, tonight, darlings.  Come on in."
Inside: "What's it short for?  Fiona?"

   "Kniphofia...."

   "What's that?  Sounds Indian or something."

   "It's a joke, Maisie.  Google it later when you get home.  Now to the
kitchen where you can watch Fifi finish cooking your dinner, How do you
like your steaks?"



   Dinner went well.  Short!  We all had other appetites to satisfy!

   I noticed that Mark like me only sipped his wine and guessed that he,
like me, had swallowed a blue pill and knew alcohol decreased its glorious
effect.  Maisie made up for that and drained her glass twice admitting with
a giggle she felt a bit woozy....  no bad thing if she was to be
double-plugged, I guess, though only a guess as this was a first for me
too. I had never had a girl in the arse while her cunt was full of cock. 
Girl?  I had never had a woman that way either.  I could hardly wait, like
my two guests.

   I offered them bed or settee in the living room.

   "Oooh!  Your bed!"

   It was Maisie who chose.

   So there she was, her handsome muscular daddy on his back on the newly
ironed base-sheet while she knelt astride him holding his cock upright and
rubbing its great flaring knob between her delicate little cunt-lips.  I
was astounded that someone so slender could accommodate his huge weapon in
her cunt let alone find pleasure there.  But her sigh was one of pure
delight as she sank down on it and felt it stretch her vagina till her
shaven pussy was resting on his hairy pubes and she was completely impaled.

   She was still for a long time, savouring the moment, kissing her daddy's
hairy chest and near-hidden nipples, and then she raised herself to crash
down heavily again.  And now fucking, bouncing up and down with the joyful
athleticism of a twelve-year-old, fit, sexually aware girl,

   I watched for several minutes, pre-cum dripping from my cock as I knelt
behind her.  I stroked her firm buttocks, and parted those rounded cheeks
to see her anus, and that shaft sliding in and out wide-extended
pussy-lips, pulling the flesh of the lips in with each down thrust,
stretching it out again each time she rose.  They had used no lube so that
glistening on his cock was the juices of her arousal.

   Clearly her daddy found her pert tits just as sexy as I did, fingering
and squeezing them while laying there like some Turkish Pasha in his harem,
lazily getting fucked.

   I placed a wet kiss on her secret rose, licked, and penetrated with my
tongue.

   She looked over her shoulder with a cheeky grin.  She winked and said
just simply, "Yes, Phil.  Now!" and then back to her fucking.

   I had made sure there was lube by the bed and squeezed some onto my
fingers.  I thought it best to open her gently before putting my cock
in.... My knob was not terribly big I knew, but she was so small, and
although she had enjoyed being bum-fucked that first time this
double-plugging might be more demanding!

   Her anus admitted my index finger easily and I could actually feel
Mark's knob as it reamed her out: I had no idea the wall of the vagina, the
separation from the rectum was so thin....  no wonder women liked being
fucked in the arse despite not having the prostate gland which makes it
such a joy for us males.  Some women, any way!

   She gripped and released it, and I slid two fingers in to really open
her up.

   She was ready!  I knelt closer and greased my cock, parted her buttocks,
a palm on each cheek, placed my knob and then timing it for one of her
up-thrusts, pushed it in.  A feeling of a sort of a pop, it resisted, and
then suddenly my cock was in and my shaft sliding nicely into her.

   She was trying to move, but it was obviously beyond her in this
complicated position so it was up to me as she sat firmly anchored on her
daddy's cock, crouched doubled over so her tits and her head, flowing
ash-blonde hair, pressed against his chest: It was up to me to apply the
friction that would bring her to orgasm.

   And I did!  Slowly at first....  after all she was only twelve and had a
lovely tight arse....  But increasing in speed as her anus relaxed more and
more and my cock slid in and out so easily.  Finally I was bashing my
thighs into her buttocks nearly as hard as I would if fucking her pussy. 
Mark managed to move his cock a little and I swear I could feel his knob
close to mine at the end of each of my thrusts.  The girl was panting now,
and whispering encouragement...  "More.  Yes!  Oh yes!  Oh you're fucking
great!  Great fucker!" and so on....

   I could feel her body tensing under my hands...  and I guess Mark could
too as he had his arms around her back, fingers digging into her flesh.  I
sensed she was close.  I was right!

   "Jesus!  I'm cumming.  Ooooh!  Cumming!...."

   I had been finding it difficult to control myself with this dream of a
cute little girl offering her arse to me., and so openly enjoying being
buggered and fucked at the same time.  Incest too.  Jeez.  Talk about
fantasies being fulfilled.  But now she was cumming I could let myself go,
let that orgasm build in my balls, my arse, my cock, and finally burst in a
gusher of cum deem in her lovely bottom.  Back.  In again and another deep
spurt.  Another, and then the slow decline in passion till I was ready to
pull out.

   I expected her to resume her bouncing up and down on her daddy's prick,
but surprisingly she had other ideas.

   She stopped short of allowing her daddy to cum and took control of the
threesome.

   "I want to see you fuck her, daddy.  I want to see you fuck your pretty
tranny girl-friend in her bottom-hole.  Kneeling down."



   I expect Mark was looking at her too, but I just could not keep my eyes
off the little cutie as she sat propped against the pillows fingering her
breasts, both hands, tweaking her nipples, those pretty pink nubs,
squeezing and stroking her perfect little breasts.  Her golden hair shone,
her long legs stretched towards us on the bed.

   Her right hand slipped down her torso, stroking her belly and then her
smooth, shaven mons.  She opened her legs a wee bit and her finger slipped
between.  I could not see but it was obvious her finger had penetrated the
lips and was now rubbing her clitoris.

   All the while Mark was shafting me, his wide knob reaming my arse.

   "That's good, Mark.  You're finding the spot!  Yes!  Fuck!  That's
good."

   Maisie opened her legs and I could se now the plump pussy lips....  the
lips of a woman not a girl, I thought.  Hairless like a little girl's, but
swollen and open like a horny woman's, opened by her daddy's cock.

   Hard again I felt I would cum if I even touched my cock so powerful were
Mark's thrusts....  but I did not want to yet.

   I watched as Maisie slowly, deliberately pulled her outer cunt lips
apart and there was the shocking scarlet of her cunt.  She was putting on a
show for her daddy and his new lover.  But also for her own pleasure as she
pleasured herself two-handed, the fingers of one hand fucking her cunt,
those of the other pulling and pressing on her clitoris.

   I looked at her hot pussy, glistening, and told myself there would be a
heady mix of Mark's cum and her juices....  God!  I wanted to suck that
cum-filled cunt!

   She closed her eyes.  Her body tensed.  Her toes curled up in the air,
ankles raised off the bed.  She was cumming!

   Mark must have seen that too as he cried out and jammed his cock up me
with a thrust so powerful it moved me up the bed as his thighs slammed into
me.

   "I'm cumming.  God you lovely bitch!  Shit!  Yes!...."

   Maisie opened her eyes, a dreamy look replacing the hard, glittering
while she was masturbating.  She smiled.  Watching her daddy fuck me had
indeed been a turn on.

   I had not cum, and all I wanted was her lovely hot cunt.  As Mark pulled
his cock out I crawled forward and collapsed on top of her.

   "Oh no you don't.  You guys go and wash your cocks first."

   Sensible girl!  Remembered her lessons even in the heat of the action!



   Mark washed my cock and arse as we stood in front of the bathroom sink,
and then I washed his cock.  I knelt to dry him off, and could not resist
taking his now-limp cock into my mouth.

   This was a new experience.  I had sucked him hard but never soft, and he
gave me that wonderful sensation as his cock gradually swelled and
stiffened in my mouth: I had my arms around him, caressing his firm,
so-masculine bum, and sucked until finally his cock was too big inside my
mouth and he in fact started to fuck between my lips.

   I was still stiff....  had been ever since his first penetration of my
anus....  and wanted his daughter again!  So it was back to the bed.



   Maisie was laying on her side, her tits lovely in profile.  She smiled
at me, pointed down at her pussy, and stuck her tongue out, licked her lips
and then beckoned.

   Jesus!  Exactly what I most wanted just now.  Was she a mind-reader as
well as being an incredibly sexually gifted teenage girl?  Is twelve a
teen?

   I lay down and applied by lips to her pussy.  Lips?  My whole face would
be more accurate as she raised one leg, bent it a bit and rolled so she was
half laying on me.  I could feel those pert breasts pressing into me, the
sturdy little nips, but most of all there was the heady scent of aroused
pussy in my nostrils, with perhaps the hint of male cum....

   Her bum was in the air, and she must have gestured to her daddy as I
heard no words, and I think I would have done despite the ear-muffs of
silky thighs that near stifled me.

   I was licking and sucking her clitoris but I could see her pussy lips,
when inches away from my eyes I saw Mark's fingers part them, then the
shape of his great knob, and then his knob and shaft penetrating.  It was
incredible how easily her young cunt accommodated such a large penis, but I
remembered from somewhere that he had been fucking her since she was ten,
the year his wife walked out on him.  So no surprise really, just the
incredibly sexy sight of his cock thrusting in and out, pulling and pushing
at the skin of her pussy lips, and all this an inch from my face.

   How much of the wetness that was bathing my face, especially my nose and
chin as I sucked on her clit, how much of it was from Maisie's arousal and
how much leaking cum from her daddy's fucking a few minutes before?  I
guessed most was girlie-juice and his wouled have spurted right up past her
cervix.  It was all woman....  but lighter and altogether sexier than
other, grown-adults I had sucked.  My first girlie.  Not my last, I
promised myself.

   And still that cock drove in and out.  Maisie was moving now and as she
thrust her bum at his thighs so her sweet cunt moved across my face, not
only my lips on her clit, but my nose too.

   I was almost hypnotised by that cock and pussy-lips so close, surely
feeling my hot breath.  I reached over her body, over his and found I could
grope his arse.  Better still I could get my hand between them, and hold
his ball-sack.

   I heard him groan: Mark always did like the skin of his sack stretched!
I did it again.  Another groan!

   At that moment a tiny, soft hand found it's way between her body and
mine, And Maisie was rubbing my cock.

   Fuck!  She would make me cum!

   It was ok though!  As I stroked and pulled at his balls, Mark came with
several huge thrusts, and I could imagine those streams of white goo
filling her.  She must have felt something as I could feel her body tensing
and knew she was close.

   I sucked harder, and nipped her clit between my lips.  That did it....
she came, still holding my cock, almost painfully tight.

   Fuck!  Me too!  I didn't want to yet, but could no longer control it.  I
had been on edge for near an hour, and now it spilled over, all
encompassing, all consuming, balls-draining cum....

   The three of us were silent, Maisie and her daddy breathing heavily
several minutes till she started to disentangle her arms, legs....  and
cunt.

   "I'm fucked!  Shagged out!" She propped herself against the pillow.

   Mark and I joined her one each side.

   "You've emptied me you naughty girl!"

   "Me too, little angel...."



   So that was it!  End.  Finis.

   I watched Mark and his daughter dress, he quickly, she slowly....  God!
she looked good in her lingerie, and even better in her blouse and skirt!

   As we were leaving the room, she picked up the framed photo on my
dresser and showee it to her daddy.

   "This is his favourite squeeze, daddy....  same guy as the painting over
the bed, and if he really has got a cock as big as the artist has painted
it then it must be incredible."

   I answered.  "It's every bit as big as that, Maisie."

   "Must hurt when he fucks you...."

   "I love it!  Can't be too big for me, sweetie."

   I was camping it up a bit I must admit.

   "I wonder what it would be like to have that huge black thing up me,
that great purple knob stretching its way in......  God!  I'm hot again
thinking about it."

   "Shall I ask Fifi to invite him and we could do a foursome?"

   "Oh daddy!  Would you?" She clapped her hands: sometimes she could be a
really young girl!

   So that was arranged.  I'd get Cristophe over, we'd all have dinner next
door, and then a foursome orgy....

   Something to look forward to.

   As they kissed goodbye and stepped out onto the back lawn she turned.

   "Come on, Fifi.  What is the joke about Knifhofia?

   It's a flower.  Maisie.  The English name is red-hot-poker.

   Girlish giggles as she held her daddy's hand and ceriossed to the
wicket-gate.