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 The Lucky Twitcher: by (C) Hamilton Joyce.  Mg.

   No luck today.

   I had been hoping to see and perhaps get a good photograph of the rare
lesser-spotted.  But there was nothing apart from the usual chaffinches and
a pair of greater-spotted.  Never mind: it was a lovely day for a walk in
the woods, and I sat on a fallen tree that had served many times as a seat
while I had my sandwiches and a can of beer.

   I was just packing away the debris of my lunch when my luck changed. 
No! Not the rare woodpecker, but an equally exciting specimen.

   It was Abigail Miller on a Sunday afternoon walk with her father.  They
live just the two of them in the last of the big Edwardian family houses
that has survived the depredations of property developers in our street:
all the others have been demolished over the years to build expensive flats
and I live on the top floor of one of the less ugly of them.  He's a
builder, still fit in his forties, a big built guy, and his muscles showed
that although he employed builders nowadays to do the real work, he must at
some time have done his own labouring building the business.

   Her mother had been a real beauty, with that so sexy Mediterranean
complexion like her daughter, but unlike her daughter wore her hair long
and glossy down to her waist.  She ran off with the White Hart's barman
several years ago.  Miller never re-married.

   Sadly Abigail wears hers cropped rather than shoulder-length, but she
makes up for that with a willowy figure, tiny-waisted with a boyish-bum and
long, slender legs.  Teenage firm tits to die for!  She's a big girl for
her age, athletic and fit: I know she is only thirteen because the
chip-shop owner has a son in the same class at school, and that is
certainly the boy's age.  'Nubile' is the word that springs to mind, though
fuckable is more accurate.  Well, I could lust from afar....  out of my
class with me forty five!

   They were chatting as they walked up the dusty foresters' track, and did
not see me a few metres into the woods wearing the green camouflage I
always sport when bird-watching.  I used the zoom lens to study her as she
approached.

   What great legs, despite those hulking ramblers' boots and heavy red
socks.  Tanned, slender and so long....  and then those faded denim shorts,
fashionably frayed at the legs, drawing the eyes to the V of her crotch,
outlined as she walked.  I zoomed in on that, and kidded myself I could see
the hint of a crease dividing the V, plump cunt lips....

   Now her neck and tits....  her shirt was too loose to see much of their
shape, but without seeming large they appeared to push the white fabric
outwards and upwards very nicely.  Cheeky little snub nose, and full,
sensuous lips......

   They passed me unnoticed and she looked just as appetising from behind.
Tiny, boyish bum despite the contrast with her tiny waist, but it jutted
back nicely.  Without the distraction of those breasts her shoulders seemed
very slender and emphasised her girlishness, only thirteen after all.

   Forbidden fruit!

   A few yards up the track they veered off left on an almost undefined
little path, probably made by deer.  I knew where that led....  I know
these woods so well....  and decided I would follow.



   The path peters out fifty yards before a forest glade where some twenty
or thirty years ago a great tree must have fallen.  Now it is green with
lush grass and the remnants of spring flowers over an area not much larger
than a village cricket square.  Unless you knew it was there you would
never find it: very private and discrete.

   I climbed the tall chestnut tree, as I often had to watch the animals
that, too, liked the open grass.  I propped myself on a bough leaning back
comfortably against the trunk with a clear view of the father and daughter
as he took a grey blanket out of his rucksack and laid it on the grass.

   I watched as they sat on the blanket unlacing boots, removing them and
their hairy socks.  Obviously they were going to be here some time. 
Probably lunch, I thought, and was contemplating leaving them too it and
going elsewhere: there would be no birds or other wildlife to observe while
they occupied the glade.

   But then the girl stood up.....  and there was no way I was leaving!

   Not lunch!  They had other appetites to satisfy!

   She undid a button at the front of her shorts, and a zip down the front.
(Odd: I thought girls' shorts zipped at the side, but then what would I
know?).  This thought was irrelevant as she wiggled her hips delightfully
trying to pull the over-tight and so, so, so-sexy faded and frayed denim
down those tanned thighs.  She succeeded and revealed the prettiest
dazzling white thong, a triangle of lace hiding her shame.  I looked
through the zoom lens and saw in close-up a flawless, tanned, belly and the
beginning of a swelling mound disappearing beneath the lace, and, yes! 
there was just the suggestion of a faint vertical crease.....  her
cunt-lips.
Now, I have never been a voyeur but I am certainly a photographer and I
took a close-up of that half-hidden honey-pot, and then a full length, to
show her smiling face as well.  Her daddy was in the background of the

shots.

   It got better as she pulled her shirt up, and over her head, to reveal
matching bra, and the promise of lovely, little, teenage breasts.  I zoomed
in on these, and was rewarded with the shadows of brown aureoles showing
through the lace, and the points of puffy nipples.  More photographs.

   Meanwhile her father was stripping, and was down to boxer underpants: I
am bisexual, and I found his builder's muscular, fit body attractive, and
it seemed he waxed his chest and belly a la Beckham.

   But back to the girl.  I guessed she asked her daddy to unclasp her bra.
Whether she had asked or not, he certainly did, and I had a glimpse of
perfect, firm, pert little breasts, before his builder's hands covered them
holding them, lucky guy, while he seemed to be kissing her neck.  More
photos, making sure both faces were visible as well as his hands.  She was
loving it, grinning happily.

   He let go and pulled down his under-pants....good strong erection.  It's
true that any pretty girl will make a man hard: does not matter a bit to
his cock if it's a minor legally, or even a daughter.  The cock sees young
female flesh and stands to attention.  I got photos of him and then of both
of them as he supported her while she shucked off those panties and stepped
out of them.

   The loveliest pussy ever.  That flat belly gave way to an almost
as-tanned mound, rounded and seeming so large with her slender waist and
hips, and then her pussy...  the rounded shape of her pubic mound smooth
and a lighter gold colour than her torso shading into pink at the straight
bottom edge of the pubic bone, above her cunt.  I'd never seen a shaven
pussy for real and my cock was rock-hard.  I would have liked to jerk it,
but needed two hands to zoom in for close-looks, and two hands to focus for
the series of photos I took before they embraced kissing, her back to me
and his hands cupping her lovely bottom.

   She raised one leg, leaning against him, and that gesture showed me her
pussy-lips from behind, a light pink delight,

   Then they lay down together, kissing again, her hand on his cock, his on
her clitoris.

   I zoomed in on that, and could see he had parted her hairless lips to
reveal the pink inner flesh, and in close-up the darker red of what must be
her vagina entrance.  He was strumming her clit, like a guy with a guitar I
thought.  Surely too hard, too fast?  Not a jot!  I watched her legs tense
and had a good shot of her face twisted in passion as she came for her
daddy.

   I half expected, wholly hoped for, some oral sex now....  but no!  He
rolled over on top of her and then, supporting himself on one elbow, wiped
his cock up and down her pussy...hidden from my view, sadly.  But it was
obvious from her face the moment he penetrated her, and she wound her arms
around his neck, pulling him down on her.  Fit little lass had no problem
with her daddy's weight it seemed, her legs now around his lower back,
ankles locked together.

   That strong arse drove his cock in and out: they must do it a lot, I
thought, for her to be able to take a pummelling like this.

   And, by God, that bum of his was sexy too as the gluteal muscles moved
and his arse crease opened and shut with each thrust.

   Didn't take long for her....  and her shout of "yes!" echoed around the
glade, followed by his "Shhh."

   I had been taking a few shots, but not very good, as all the camera
could get really was his back and her arms and legs.

   But things got better!

   The girl pushed him off, and rolled him onto his back.  He was still
rock-hard...  clearly had not cum yet.  Facing me, her back to his face,
she was astride him, holding his cock vertical.  It looked broader than
mine, with a great flaring and circumcised firey knob that she was wiping
up and down her glistening crack, and then sinking down on it.

   Athletic, she bounced up and down.  You would have thought her tits
would bounce, but they must have been very, very firm as they did not move,
just pointing outwards and upwards, pert and proud as she fucked her daddy.
He must have had a great view of her lovely back and shapely little bottom,
but mine was better still, and I got lots of close-ups of her tits, her
smiling face, sweat on her upper lips and brow, her cunt lips as their skin
was pulled out and in by his cock.  Shots of the whole scene too.

   She came again, and by the way his hips were moving under her, he did
too.  And sure enough, when she got off him white cum dripped from her
pussy.  She laughed and wiped it up with her lace thong, before wiping his
cock too with the panties.

   She was a randy little piece, and you would have expected her to clean
her daddy's cock with her tongue, but just as daddy had not licked her
pussy, she never kissed his cock.  Probably not into oral sex: pity.  Would
have made good pics.

   Now they were going to have lunch.  The tree branch was making my arse
go to sleep and my back was uncomfortable too.  Time to climb quietly down
and make my exit.

   I strolled on.  No luck with the woodpeckers, so I decided I'd go home
and look at my other "Wildlife" shots.  That was the closest I'd ever get
to a teenage girl as lovely and willing as that!

   But as I walked through the dappled sunlight I realised I might have
her. Risky.  perhaps, but possible.  I had a wonderful blackmail
opportunity over her daddy, and it looked as if she was very fond of him
(!) and would not want harm to come to him.  Yes!  It was certainly worth
thinking about.  Very possible!



   I had worked out all the possible scenarios, all the different twists
and turns my interview with Mr Miller might take.  (I had never met him but
got his name from the copy of the electoral register in the town's library
long before my forest encounter).  But in the event it was so easy.  I
handed him the envelope: he opened it; leafed slowly through the large
colour prints: went white as a sheet: and finally said "How much?"

   I was scared for a moment he was having a heart attack and suggested we
sit down.  He accepted my terms with a sort of defeated resignation....



   And so, Saturday evening, five minutes early there was a ring at the
doorbell.

   I opened it and there she was, dressed in the uniform of our local
secondary school.  Perhaps she and her father thought I would be less
demanding confronted with this picture of innocence.  No chance!  I had
seen her incredibly horny, riding her daddy's cock, and in any case I had
often perved those teenage girls in their uniforms, black tights in winter,
bare legs in summer, and fantasised slipping my hands up under the pleated
skirt to feel a pantied buttock, groping a pubescent tit....  Soon!  Very
soon!

   "I'm Jasper."

   "I'm Abi.  Daddy sent me and said I am to do whatever you want, and stay
all night if you want."

   "I've been so looking forward to meeting you, Abi, and I promise I won't
hurt you, won't do anything you won't enjoy, absolutely love doing...."

   I took her black blazer and hung it in the hallway alongside my coats.
Her breasts were like plump little pigeons under that crisp white cotton
school shirt!

   The first five minutes were so embarrassingly awkward as we sat
side-by-side on my sofa: I was tongue-tied, I hardly dared to meet her
eyes, and did not want to just make a lunge at her sweet body.  I'm not a
rapist in anything but the strictly legal sense: that is consensual rape of
a minor!  Weeks later she told me that she had found me attractive even
before that Saturday night, had seen me in my garden and thought I was just
the sort of masculine man that turned her on....  like her daddy!  She knew
what she was there for and had been looking forward to it.  But she too was
embarrassed.

   In the event she broke the difficult silence: it seemed like ages, but
it may only have been a couple of minutes in fact!

   "Do you like 'Strictly'?"

   "Oh yes, Abi.  All those lovely girls in their silks and satins....  and
some of the lads too.  So lithe and lively.  Such good dancers.  I reckon
I'm a good dancer...  but, well, I mean...."

   "Me too.  I like dancing.  But not like them!  It's just about to start.
Let's...." Her voice tailed shyly off.

   So I switched the TV on and we watched the dancers.  Abi unwound and so
did I.  As soon as I sat down again my arm was round her shoulders, and
within seconds her head was resting on my chest.

   Her body was warm against me, snuggling up, and I gently stroked a
shoulder through the cotton, then moving my hand to feel the silky skin of
her Mediterranean-tanned fore-arm.  Her long legs stretched out.  Tempting!
What a delight those would be round my head, what ear-muffs!

   Again it was Abi who thawed the ice.

   "You must be ever-so hairy.  I mean I can feel your chest hair even
through your shirt."

   She rubbed her nose and lips against the thin cotton.

   I am hairy.  All over.  Even have hair on my shoulders and on my
buttocks, I mean actually on my buttocks, not just in my arse-crease!  And
black hairs always stick up over the collar of my shirts, under my chin.  I
trim them slightly round my cock, but leave the rest untouched: it would be
a hopeless task to be smooth even if I wanted to.

   "I am!  The lads in the rugger club call me Guy: you know, Guy The
Gorilla!"

   She laughed.

   "Can I feel?  I've never felt a really hairy chest.  My daddy......"

   She paused.  Yes, I knew her daddy waxed all his body hair, as did she.
I couldn't wait to see her teenage honey-pot close-up, feel it: but I could
wait.  Christ!  She was seducing me, the randy little minx!

   "Yeah!  I'd like that..."

   I took her tiny, soft hand and slipped it under my t-shirt.  She pushed
it upwards, and was combing though the dense mat with her fingers.  She
found a nipple.  And squeezed it.  My half-hard cock stiffened.

   "Want to see?"

   "Oh yes, please."

   My t-shirt up and off, thrown onto the carpet.  My cock was tenting my
shorts, even through the two layers of fabric.

   No comment, but she rubbed her cheek against my chest and then combed
her fingers through the hair.  She was looking down at my shorts and must
surely have been aware of my fierce erection.

   I pulled her shirt out of her skirt waistband, and had an impression
that she pulled her belly in even flatter to make it easy.  Her skin felt
warm to the touch, silky, and then the lace of her bra, and the firmness of
her breasts beneath the nylon and satin.

   "You so smooth, me so hairy.  Beauty and the Beast!"

   She turned her head to me, her dark, deep eyes meeting mine as she
smiled.

   "No, Jasper.  You are beautiful, like all strong men.  You want to see
too?"

   "More than anything, Abi."

   She sat up and un-popped the buttons down the school shirt, letting it
fall open and showing me those perfect little breasts under their flimsy
covering of dazzling white tracery.  I reached for them as she slipped the
shirt off her shoulders so it lay behind her.  I could see her aureoles as
dark shadows behind the nylon and her nipples puffy little peaks in the
nylon.  I cupped each breast arms around her from behind.  They were pert,
and yet soft to the touch.  They seemed firmer than adult breasts I had
fondled.  These were ultra-exciting.

   "The clasp is at the front."

   I fumbled with it.  She laughed and undid it herself, her bra falling
away so I could caress the naked flesh.

   She shucked that off too, and it joined her shirt on the sofa behind
her.

   I moved her so we were side-by-side again, and then pulled her round so
we were hugging each other, my hairy chest against her little bosoms.  She
pursed her lips....  and I kissed her.

   And I fulfilled my adolescent dream at last when I slid my hand up her
thigh, under her pleated school skirt, finding at last the cotton of her
panties at her hip: are cotton school panties sexier even than black satin
and lace?  On a schoolgirl, perhaps!

   I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she opened it for me.  Then her
tongue was in mine.  She moved and in doing so opened her legs slightly.  I
guessed by now that nothing she did was accidental.  She was seducing me,
either because she was a horny little tart, sexually awakened by an
incestuous father, or because she knew she had to please me if a family
disaster was to be avoided.  Whatever!  I knew what I wanted, and my
impudent hand gripped her soft thigh a moment and then slipped round it to
where the it was even softer, silkier and up till the edge of my palm
nestled against her pantied crotch.  Damp, By God!

   All those Saturday mornings in the Shopping Centre girl-watching, those
diversions past the High School walking along the fence by the netball
courts or just happening to pass along the pavement as the little lovelies
in their school uniforms spilled out of the gates at four o'clock, those
cock-hard fantasies of running my hand up under those pleated black skirts
to find the bliss of a pantied bottom, a gusset.  All those stolen moments
came to fruition as she opened her legs for me offering me her pussy, her
mouth pressed to mine.  What a wonderful word "gusset"!  Redolent of white
school knickers....  green ones sometimes, even navy blue.  Better still,
perhaps, Saturday afternoon teenage girls flirting with the boys, confident
in the allure of their black satin and lace lingerie, just occasionally
offering the old perv a brief glimpse of satin-clad pussy....  "gusset",
the very word excited me.

   Even more exciting she was damp!  Hallelujah!  This was to be a wholly
consensual session, not a rape in any real sense.

   Her skirt had a catch and then a zip.  As I pulled the side zip down she
raised her bum so I could slip the black pleats down and over her trim
ankles.  I knelt in front of her not to worship....  though I might well
have worshipped that little triangle of cotton masking her honey-pot.....
no, I wanted to remove her court shoes and ankle socks.  Then I held a trim
ankle and kissed and licked up one long, tanned leg, silky and hairless so
I knew she must have waxed for her daddy's pleasure, and perhaps just today
for mine.  Her legs opened even wider as my lips found the silkiest part,
the inside of her thighs.  I could scent the perfume of her arousal, the
heady woman-smell of a young girl who had been taught how to enjoy sex, as
I had seen in that forest glade.

   I nuzzled my face into her crotch, so shamelessly available to me, and
snuffled the dampness and the fantastic perfume of teenage girl.

   She tried to push my face away.

   "No!"

   What was all this about?

   I took no notice and grasped her thigh with one hand, pulling the crotch
of her knickers aside with the other.  Her hairless cunt-lips were puffed
up, slightly open, and I slid my tongue inside to feel the slippery wetness
there.

   "No!  You can't want to....."

   My tongue found her clitoris, a hard little nub already well-aroused
before I licked it with a pointed tongue and then pulled on it with pursed
lips.

   "Oh!  Oh!  That's good" I never...."

   So daddy had never sucked his girl's cunt.  He had fucked her but never
had oral sex.  Idiot!  I'd make up for that and she would never forget her
first oral sex....

   I concentrated first on that firm little pearl, pressing it hard with
the tip of my tongue, circling it round and round, sometimes pulling at it,
sometimes just licking it.  Her juices were flowing bathing my face and
filling my nostrils with the sharp scent of aroused teenager.  I licked
down her cleft, my tongue finding the entrance to her vagina, probing it
with the pointed tip just penetrating.

   "My clitty, my clitty again....."

   I returned to her clitoris, and felt her hands entwined in my hair,
pulling me onto her, making sure I stayed where she wanted me.  I sucked
and licked, managing to get one hand under her bum to finger up and into
the cleft finding out the tight little vaginal opening.  Her hips were
moving now, raking her clit against my tongue, lips and nose while I
slipped a finger into her juicy cunt and finger fucked her.

   She would cum any minute.  I finger fucked, sucked and then reached up
to squeeze her breast.  That did it.  Her body went rigid a second and she
grunted deep in her throat, then again, her hips still moving, and again,
and again.  Then I felt her relax and I lay more on top of her, to kiss
her.

   "I never knew that could be so good..."

   "I want to fuck you, Abi...."

   Her reply was to hug me tighter and press her lips hard against mine,
opening her mouth for me to feel around inside it with my tongue.  No
answer could have been clearer and I lifted her up, cradled in my arms, her
bottom touching my cock as I walked carrying her to the door.  Her arms
around my neck, her breast touching me, I carried her to my bedroom and
laid her on the new white satin bed-sheet.

   Her white cotton panties had a damp.  darker patch at the crotch, but
were so sexy.  I pulled at the waistband and, smiling, she raised her hips
so I could pull them down her thighs, and off over her ankles.  She lay
naked and willing, legs slightly apart, her pussy so beautiful...

   Eager though we both were I just had to stop a second and gaze in wonder
at the beauty of hairless vulva: no wonder men lusted after such and women
indulged them with "Hollywood" waxing.  I had seen her before, of course,
but only through the zoom lens.  Now I could place my hand on the warm,
soft pad of her mound, subtly rounded in contrast with her athletically
flat belly.  Hairless it seemed large, almost out of proportion with her
still-narrow hips and tiny waist.  Her cunt-lips just invited kisses, but I
placed my hand over them covering her pussy entirely and feeling the warmth
there in my palm.  Her lips were part open, and I opened the golden gates
with thumb and forefinger to see the pink of her inner cleft, the little
pearl of her clitoris standing erect, the darker scarlet that must surely
mark the vaginal entrance.  I leaned over and planted an admiring, almost
chaste kiss.

   "Now!  Please!"

   She opened her legs wide and raised her arms to welcome me as I lay on
top of her, her pointy breasts firm enough to feel the nipples against my
body.  She closed her arms around my back, and I felt her legs around my
lower back, lifting her cunt so my knob was pressing against it.  She moved
slightly....

   "There!  That's exactly right!"

   I pushed and felt her hips rise so slightly to meet my thrust.  My knob
slipped in and then her vagina swallowed the whole of my cock.  I found her
head with my hands and stroked her lovely hair, her face buried in my chest
hairs.  And we fucked.....

   I was concerned I might not be able to control myself with this nubile
teenage beauty laying beneath my pile-driving, but need not have worried as
she came quickly...' but not noisily....  and the pain of her finger nails
clawing my back took my mind off my own pleasure!  But after her orgasm
died away and her hands were more gentle on my shoulders I started ramming
her hard.

   "No!  Not yet.  Stop a moment."

   I stopped, deep inside her, my body resting on her pubic bone.  What was
all this about?

   I soon found out.  Her vagina gripped my cock, released, gripped again.
Motionless otherwise, our bodies locked together, her vigorous teenage
muscles were milking my cock.  I had heard of this but never experienced
it. My orgasm when it came built slowly: she seemed to sense it.  Later she
told me she could feel my cock get even bigger as it got ready to spurt. 
Whatever, the contractions and relaxing of her delicious tight honey-pot
increased till she gave me the most powerful orgasm I had experienced ever,
and to this day as well....



   Later we lay side by side, she combing the hair on my chest and belly
with those fine, slender fingers, me gently caressing a breast.

   "Where on earth did you learn that.  It's wonderful!"

   "I always knew.  Or at least since I was about nine...."

   "You had sex at nine?" I was amazed.

   "Mmmm.  I loved it, too."

   "Your daddy's a lucky man.  I hope he's not too angry that I made him
agree to you sleeping with me."

   "Angry?  He's pleased.  You should come over to our place some weekend.
We've got an inside pool in the cellars, and a sauna and play-room."

   "He really wouldn't mind?"

   "He wants you to: he fancies you himself.  Are you bi?"

   "Yeah!"

   "What sort?  Top or bottom?"

   "I prefer to be fucked in the arse, and like my men big and strong."

   "Then you really must spend a couple of days with us as daddy just loves
to fuck men in the arse, or so he says.  I've never seen that and really
want to.  The thought makes me hot!"

   "You're fantastic, Abigail, and how old are you?"

   "Just thirteen."

   "That's amazing.  So sexy at thirteen."

   She giggled.  "Years of practise.  But I've never had my clit sucked or
pussy licked before today.  And it would be great if you could suck me
while daddy fucked you in the arse.  And then you could fuck me while he
fucked you, sort of sandwiched between us.  Fuck!  That makes me real hot!
"

   And she really was hot at the thought because without stopping playing
with her nipples, I reached for her cunt and found her clitty erect, though
the slippery was possibly partly my cum leaking out!

   I was getting hard.

   "Let's fuck again: you riding me this time like I saw in the forest."

   "Later, Jasper.  I've never been fucked in the arse and my daddy really
is too big, but I think I could manage this just about."

   She was holding my cock of course.

   "And anyway, I'm hungry.  I always feel hungry when I've cum.  Let's
cook something up, and then try some anal when this is really stiff...."

   But that, dear reader, is another story!