Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 11:52:20 -0800 (PST) From: Tony Williams Subject: Schoolgirls "Schoolgirls," says Jeremy, "don't you just love `em?" We're sitting on the balcony of my first floor apartment looking at the street below. Here, in the U.K., the first floor is the one above the ground floor. The school on the next block has just let out and the sidewalk is full of young girls walking home, chattering away to each other, oblivious of our surveillance. "I think it must be the white socks." "White socks are good," I concede. "Though the older ones wearing black tights don't do much for me. They look like adults dressed up as schoolgirls. They lack . . ." He struggles for the word. "Innocence?" I offer. "Exactly. A schoolgirl has to be innocent." "Or appear innocent." "I don't think you can fake innocence, Tony. It would be like trying to fake sincerity." "Good point. So, they have white socks, innocence and what else? White knickers?" "Oh definitely, though from up here you can't see much of their knickers." "Once in a while I've been lucky, on windy days." One of the things I like about the British school system is the prevalence of uniforms, otherwise the girls would all be wearing jeans. You can't look up a pair of jeans. "I envy you," he says. "You can sit here every day and ogle all the little girls walking past. Aren't they cute?" Cute? Calling them cute is like calling the Atlantic Ocean moist. I glance over at Jeremy. We're sitting there in just our underpants. It's a hot afternoon, must be close to thirty degrees. I think he's beginning to get a hard on, which is amazing, considering the fact that twenty minutes ago he had his big stiff dick up my arse, pounding away, savagely abusing me in the way that I love so much. I guess he has a quick recovery time. I didn't actually cum, though it was close, so I'm able to enjoy the passing parade of nymphets. The pendulum of my sexual orientation is able two swing from gay to straight and back again in a heartbeat. "Monica goes to that school, doesn't she?" he asks. Monica is my eleven year old daughter and I think she has a crush on Jeremy. "She does." "I've never seen her in her uniform. Does she look as cute as these little angels?" He's looking down at the thinning tide of pubescent femininity passing below. "Cuter," I respond. "Yeah, she's seriously fuckin' hot, what with her white socks and all. Does she wear white knickers?" His eyebrows go up. "Yes, as you well know. I've seen you looking up her skirt. I wouldn't let her wear anything else. In fact I'd go so far as to say she's sexy." "Oh, you naughty daddy," he mocks. "You're not supposed to think your daughter's sexy. You're allowed to say she's pretty, maybe, beautiful even, but not sexy. That's not appropriate." "I'd rather be honest than appropriate. If I told you I didn't think she was sexy, would you believe me?" "Of course I wouldn't, 'cos she is. Is it okay for me to call her sexy? Would that offend you?" "If seeing you look up her skirt doesn't offend me, then I guess you can call her sexy." "Yeah, amazingly fuckin' sexy. It must be nice to have a little girl in the house, in her white socks and knickers, to hug and kiss any time you want. Tell me, Tony, are you ever tempted to, you know, . . ." "Tempted?" I have a slight smile on my face. "Like watch when she's in the shower?" "Yeah, you know, not just look at her, but actually . . .?" I let him flounder, leading him on. "Touch her?" I'm still smiling. "Just a fond caress?" he suggests. "Put my hand up her skirt?" My smile has grown. "Er . . ." He doesn't quite know how to react. "Pull down her knickers?" Now I'm really grinning. "Touch her little pee-pee?" He looks a bit nervous. "Give her a little tongue, perhaps?" "I didn't mean to say . . ." he stammers. I let him off the hook. "Of course I'm tempted. Who wouldn't be? But I'm not gonna act on it." "No?" "Think of the guilt I'd suffer. It would be horrendous. Not only that, in a few years when she's become a rebellious teenager and we get into a fight `cos I won't buy her a fuckin' pony for Christmas, what if she wants to get revenge by blowing the whistle on me? No, I can't touch her, but that's not to say I don't want to." "So, deep down, you're just as big a pervert as me." "As I," I say, correcting his grammar. "Bigger, probably and not that deep, and not just for schoolgirls. There's the whole world of schoolboys to consider. All those little bums to fondle, tiny cocks to suck, little squirts of cum to taste and swallow, though I have to confess, most of that has to remain in my imagination or I could go to jail and be locked in a cell with a big, shaveheaded biker with tattoos who'd fuck me up the arse four times a day, then rent me out to his buddies." I pause, trying to picture it. "Come to think of it, maybe it's not such a bad idea." He laughs. "Ain't no little girls available in jail, Tony. You'd better play it safe. At least you have me." I smile, reach over and give his cock a squeeze. He's definitely getting a hard-on. The stream of schoolgirls has thinned out, leaving just a few stragglers. "Getting back to Monica, do you have any pictures of her?" he asks. "Well now, let me see," I say, pretending to think. "There are some holiday snaps from last year." "No, you fucking wanker, not holiday pics. I mean naughty pics like your little boy collection." I have a file of shots of pubescent boys that I've downloaded from the internet, sweet little angels in their underwear or naked, posing unashamedly for all the world to see. One time I emailed some to Jeremy for him to use as wanking material. "Oh," I say, acting surprised. "Naughty ones? You're not talking about kiddy-porn, are you?" "No, no. Just some upskirts, maybe, stuff like that. You can't tell me you've never looked up her skirt or looked at her in her underwear and you must have taken some shots of her at some time." If only he knew! "Now that you mention it, perhaps I have," I say, getting to my feet. "Don't move." In the street, one of the schoolgirls looks up at me. Is she admiring my shocking pink boxers? I hope so. She giggles to her companion as they walk by. I go indoors and get my lap top from my desk and return to the balcony, open my 'Monica' file and place the laptop on Jeremy's thighs. He starts to run the slideshow. "Oh my fuckin' God!" he croaks. "You dirty old man. She's fuckin' gorgeous. What a sexy tease she is! I think I'm falling in love." What he's seeing is my daughter in a series of provocative poses, sitting with thighs spread wide, displaying her white knickers, and poses with her dress lifted up, then shots of cartwheels and handstands, pictures of her hanging upside down from a tree branch, her dress falling to reveal all, more shots of her in her knickers and cami-top and in each one, she's smiling at the camera, obviously enjoying herself as she shows off. I'm not looking at the screen, I know what's there. I'm looking at Jeremy, who's transfixed, his eyes nearly popping out of his head and his cock now fully rigid. Jeremy wants to molest my daughter and, to my astonishment, I find that not only does it not bother me, I actually want him to do it. I want him to touch her in the way that I'm not allowed to, to caress her, feel her up, get her sexually aroused and make her cum. If I can't let myself do those things, then I want to watch him doing it. I want the excitement without the guilt and the danger. I want him to be as turned on as I am when I think about all the things I want to do to her. I want to suck his cock while he licks my daughter's vagina. I must be some kind of sicko, but what the fuck, I can't help it. I know lots of daddy's want to molest their daughters, but how many want some other guy to do it for them? I must be crazy. My heart starts pounding and my own cock has become like a bar of iron. In just seconds, I've gone from neutral to wildly excited. I think about how Monica would react to Jeremy. I know she has a crush on him and might not reject his advances, but would she be reluctant if I were present to watch it all? We'd have to proceed carefully. I don't want to scare my darling daughter, but the lust raging inside me is clouding my judgement. Jeremy looks at the last of the file, some shots of Monica naked in the tub, legs spread and the final one, my little girl lying nude on my bed, legs wide apart, arms stretched out in invitation, her little girly slit deliberately displayed. "Holy shit. Am I wrong, Tony, or is she asking for it?" "When I took that shot, she was laughing and we made like it was all a big joke, but on reflection, maybe she is asking for it, but I could be wrong." "Look at her cute little pussy." He glances at me to see if I'm offended. Clearly, I'm not. "It's so kissable. Don't lie to me, Tony, I bet you've kissed it." "Not yet." "Why torture yourself. I bet she'd love it. Don't drive yourself crazy." He glances at my erection. "You're into this, aren't you, you dirty old fucker?" He looks back at the screen, then reaches in through the fly of his boxer briefs and pulls his dick out. It dripping wet at the end. He groans and starts to jerk off. Sitting, as he is, he probably can't be seen from the street, but some of the neighbours windows could provide a perfect viewpoint. I don't care. Maybe some horny old dude can get off from watching him stroking his cock. I lean in to see that he's scrolled back to a picture of Monica, dressed in only her white knickers, her thumbs in the waistband, pulling them down until her vagina is partly exposed. Her hips are thrust forward, lewdly. I lean down to take his dick in my mouth, but before I can get my lips round it, with a gasp he cums, shooting a blob of jism on to my face and more blobs on his chest and underpants. For a guy who has cum less than an hour ago, it's a respectable load. "Fuck me!" he gasps, "I couldn't help myself. Sorry about that." A wave of lust runs through me, knowing that my little girl has made my lover cum. I hope there was someone watching us. I wonder if maybe he'll be able to make Monica cum, and the thought thrills and horrifies me at the same time. What am I, some sort of pimp? I gotta get a grip. "Don't apologise, Jeremy. You know I like cum on my face and I consider it a compliment that my daughter gets you so turned on. I'm pround of her. Go take a shower and come over tomorrow at the same time. If we're lucky, she'll let you take some pictures of her. Do you want to borrow a clean pair of underpants?" "Fuck it, no. There's nothing wrong with a nice big cum stain." I have to agree. He goes into the bathroom and I shut the lid of the laptop and lean back in my chair, my dick still rigid in my boxers. Later I'm going to have the wank of all wanks, thinking about my lover and my little girl. _______________________________________________ Monica had to stay late at school for music practice but now she's home. While I waited for her, I had that delicious wank as I looked again at the pictures that got Jeremy so excited. I came like a fucking bullet, shooting a massive load and I had a lot of trouble cleaning the cum off my keyboard, but eventually I succeeded. I've showered and dressed in a clean pair of boxers, electric blue silk. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm pretty fucking hot myself. There's something about underwear that really gets me going, be it male or female. I'm starting to get horny again. I look at Monica as she drops her backpack and sits down on the couch beside me. Her plaid skirt is, by most standards, way too short, but I don't mind that. When she bends over, you can see her knickers. The skirt is a couple of years old and she's growing out of it, but I won't replace it until she insists and she hasn't complained yet. I can see the lacey edge of her white crop top through her white cotton blouse, tiny budding breasts just beginning to show. She leans back and I stare at her legs, from the white socks at her ankles up her calves, her knees, her thighs, up to where the edge of her white knickers show. She knows I'm looking at her knickers. "You just missed Jeremy," I tell her, and her face falls. "He'll be here tomorrow, though. I know he wants to see you." "He's adorable," she says, perking up. "Really cool!" "He likes you a lot, Sweetheart." She smiles. "You have a crush on him, don't you?" She blushes. "That's okay, darling, I don't mind if you have a crush on him as long as you still love me." She gives me a peck on the lips. "Of course I do, Daddy. I'll always love you, no matter what." She's not denying her feelings for him. Monica is fully aware of my bisexuality and she knows all about gay sex and that Jeremy and I are lovers. She's cool with it. Part of me wants her to grow up as a lesbian, so that she won't become involved with some spotty faced, horny teenage boy who'll exploit her inexperience and hurt her. I don't ever want my little girl to be hurt. She gets up, goes to the desk, sits down and opens my laptop. "Daddy!" "What is it?" "The 'Monica' file is open. Have you been looking at those pictures of me? Did Jeremy see them?" "He did. Do you mind?" She grins. "Not a bit. He can look if he wants. Did he like them?" "Like them? He was over the moon. He used the phrase 'seriously fucking hot'. You knocked his socks off. I've never seen him so excited." Her face lights up. "Did he see them all? Did he see the naked ones, too?" "All of them." She laughs. "Did his dick get hard?" I'm a bit shocked by this question, but I let it go. I can't lie to her. "Hard as a rock," I say with a grin. "I think he's getting a crush on you." "Wow!" she murmurs to herself. "Jeremy, oh Jeremy, mmm." "I took the liberty of suggesting that he bring his camera tomorrow so he can take some more pictures of you. Would that be alright?" "Oh, yes, yes! Lots of pictures. I want to pose for him, like I did for you, Daddy." "What kind of poses?" "He likes looking up my skirt. I'll show off my knickers and then undress for him. He's already seen pictures of me undressed so it doesn't matter. Can I get naked, Daddy? Please?" I love the fact that she's begging me. She wants to be looked at just as much as Jeremy and I want to look at her. "As naked the day you were born. I know he'll like your nice new little titties. I like them." She comes over to the couch and straddles my thighs and kisses me on the lips, a long lingering kiss. "Will your dick get hard, too, Daddy?" she asks, smiling and looking into my eyes. "As a rock, darling." She laughs. "You're a couple of dirty old men." If I hadn't just had a magnificent wank, I'd be hard right now. Tomorrow is going to be awesome. I wonder how far things will go. What will I let Jeremy do to Monica? How far dare I let him go? Will I feel guilty afterwards? I guess she's old enough to say 'no' if things get out of hand. But what should I call 'out of hand'? We'll just have to see. I can hardly wait. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's the next afternoon and Jeremy has arrived. I open the door for him, grab the front of his shirt and pull him into the apartment. "Get your fuckin' pants off, you sexy brute," I say to him. He grins, pulls a camera from his pocket, then drops his pants to the floor and pulls his shirt over his head. In just his white boxer briefs, he looks so hot I could eat him. I'm already wearing my usual in-house outfit, namely boxers, this time in a vivid turquoise. My cock is beginning to stir and I'd like him to fuck me there and then, but there are more important considerations. Monica will be home any minute. We go out and stand on the balcony, watching all the schoolgirls walking home from the school. If they look up, they can see two handsome dudes in their underpants ogling them. A few do look up. I spot Monica and give her a wave. Of all the little Lolitas in the street, she the sexiest, with the shortest skirt. She see's us, grins and breaks into a run. A minute later we hear her key in the door and she comes in. "All my friends could see you guys in your underpants," she says, breathlessly. "Some of them have seen you before. They think you're hunks." "We don't care. We like showing off in our undies. It's exciting." She drops her backpack and I give her a hug, then she runs over to Jeremy and jumps into his arms, her legs round her waist. He puts his hands on her bum to hold her up. "Hello, Sweetheart," he says. "All you girls look so hot in your uniforms, but you're the cutest of them all, Monica." "Am I 'seriously fuckin' hot'?" she asks, throwing his own words back to him. "Has your dad been talking about me?" "He said you wanted to take some pictures of me, like the ones already on his computer." "As long as you don't mind." "Mind? Don't be silly. I love being photographed." She slides down his body, letting his arms drag her skirt up to expose her white knickers, then steps away from him. As Jeremy reaches for his camera, she does a pirouette and the short skirt flies out, exposing her undies again. Jeremy catches the shot. She smiles and sits down on the couch, lifts one leg and takes one of her sneakers off. Jeremy gets a nice up-skirt shot. She lifts her other leg to remove the other shoe and now her heels are next to her bum and her legs wide apart. Click, click goes the camera as she smiles at us. "Let me see," she asks and he hands her the camera. She looks at the display and scolls through them. "I'm so sexy," she says, "but I can do better." For the next five minutes she poses for us, removing her uniform, taking her sweet time as I watch and Jeremy frantically works the camera, missing nothing. Both our cocks are rock hard, clearly visible to her, wet precum stains on the front of our underpants. I can see her looking at our erections, her big eager smile never leaving her face. The skirt has gone and she's unbuttoning her blouse, hips swaying lewdly. It falls from her shoulders and she dances around in her white panties and crop-top. I'm torn between looking at her and watching Jeremy, his dick throbbing in his briefs in time with his racing pulse. I'm dizzy with lust for my daughter and with the exciting knowledge that another man is just as turned on as I am, if not more. Off comes the crop-top and she fingers one of her nipples, then pushes her hand down the front of her knickers. I hear Jeremy groan. "Oh, you sexy little slut," he murmurs. "Jeremy likes sluts," I tell her. "So do I, my gorgeous little darling." Monica's face and chest are flushed with excitement as she hooks her thumbs into the waist of her knickers and slowly starts to pull them down, just as in the picture that made Jeremy cum yesterday. Slowly down they slide, below her belly button, down, down until we can almost see her vagina. Then she turns her back on us and bends down, displaying her cute little bum. I want to kiss it, but I'm not going to interrupt the show. She faces us again and pauses. The camera continues to click. Her thumbs are still in the waistband. "Do you love me?" she askes, the question directed at Jeremy. I don't mind her asking him. She already knows I love her. "I do! Oh, yes I do! I'm totally in love with you, my little darling," he croaks, his voice hoarse with desire. A surge of lust courses through me as she gradually pushes her knickers down and her little girly pee-pee comes into view, not a pubic hair in sight. My little girl is showing off her pussy to my gay lover and I'm loving every second of it. Her knickers are down to mid thigh and she puts her hands behind her head and thrusts her hips forward. "Look at me!" she calls, staring at Jeremy. "Look at my pee-pee!" I feel like I'm about to cum and struggle to control myself. I've watched her undress before but never like this. I've seen her naked and I know every part of her little preteen body initimately, but it's Jeremy's excitement that is really setting me on fire. The knickers, those white cotton panties that always get me so excited, fall to the floor and she steps out of them and spreads her feet apart, waiting while Jeremy clicks away with the camera. Her vagina glistens with moisture. We can see she's sexually aroused. I look across at Jeremy and his face is flushed as well. I want to grab his cock and suck it, even though my daughter is watching. I wouldn't care about her watching me suck his cock, in fact to be watched by her would only add to the thrill. But this is his moment, and hers as well. It's better that I remain an excited spectator. Monica starts a little dance, based on her idea of how a stripper would act. It would be comical if we weren't both overcome by unadulterated lust. She makes every effort to show off her vagina, legs wide apart, finishing up by doing a handstand and going right over into the crab, her back arched, knees apart, her sex on full display. Jeremy is beginning to pant. She comes upright and flops down on the couch, slides her hips forwards, leans back and spreads her legs invitingly. He gets close in and clicks a few final shots. "Fuckin' amazing!" he says. "You are so beautiful, I could eat you." "Do you like my pee-pee?" she askes in a little-girl voice, though any trace of innocence has long gone. She spreads her lips with her fingers and looks at me. I give her an approving nod. "I love it!" Jeremy says, emphatically. "I fuckin' adore it!" "I think Jeremy wants to kiss it, Sweetheart." Her smile turns into a big grin and she stretches her arms out invitingly. He puts the camera down, drops to his knees and shuffles forward between her legs. I pick up the camera as he leans down and kisses her vagina. She lets out a little gasp. I start to frantically click as his tongue licks up and down her slit then gently probes inside her. She grabs the back of his head and pulls him hard against her. She looks at me, and sees how excited I am, my grin reaching from ear to ear. Then her eyes close and she's clearly lost in an ocean of sexual excitement. Any guilt that I thought I might feel about letting him molest my little girl is absent. To stop things right now would be cruel to her. She's in the middle of her first real sexual experience, if you don't count masturbation which I'm sure she indulges in. I have to let things run their course and I want this adventure to continue. My pulse is pounding as I watch her tremble. I no longer care if I'm a sick fuck or not. Now I know I want him to fuck her, thrust his hard cock up her vagina and I know she wants it, too. I set the camera down, kneel behind him and slide his briefs down to his knees. Then I pick up the tube of lube from the end table. I squeeze a big blob on to my hand then reach under him and smear it all over his cock. Then I grab his hair and pull his head up from between her legs. I put my lube-covered hand on her pussy and push my middle finger in. She opens her eyes and sees that it's me whose doing it to her. I've never fingered her before, though I've been tempted so many times. She's wet inside. I thrust my finger in and out, working the lube deep inside her, gazing into her eyes. "Yes, yes, Daddy," she whispers to me. Now the moment that I have unconciously been waiting for for weeks now has arrived. The front of my boxers is soaked with my precum and my heart is pounding. I take hold of Jeremy's cock and pull him towards her, until the wet tip is touching her little girl's pee-pee. Her whole body is now flushed bright pink. "Do it, Jeremy!" I croak. "Fuck her! Fuck my little girl. Shove your rock hard cock right inside her!" I quickly grab the camera as I can't let this beautiful moment go unrecorded. I have to admire his restraint as he gently pushes his hips forward, his dick sliding into her, it's full length slowly disappearing until it's all the way home. I have it all on camera, unobstructed close up shots. "Yes! Yes!" she groans, her hips thrusting up to meet him. I get to my feet and step back so that the camera captures the whole scene, her deliciousl little body lying with legs splayed, my lover, briefs down to his knees, thrusting into her, his gorgeous bum moving back and forth, their body soaked in sweat. I'm right on the edge of cumming. For maybe a minute he vigourously fucks her, his hands on her hips, pulling her on to him. I know he can't last for long. Then, "I'm cumming!" he yells and makes half a dozen long, deep thrusts, then collapses on top of her. I grab his shoulders and pull him off and he fall on to his back on the floor, his still hard wet cock pointing up in the air. I want to suck it, but there's a more exciting thing to do. I bury my face between her legs and lick as much of Jermey's cum from her pussy as I can, savouring the taste of her juices and his semen. Then I come up for air and move closer in, my cock sticking out of the fly of my boxers, ready to plunge inside her. She reaches out with her hand and takes hold of it, pulling me towards her. It's all too much for me. Her touch sends me over the top and before I can push my dick into her, I shoot a big stream of cum which lands on her face, her chest and her stomach. I collapse on top of her and her arms go round my neck. "I love you, Daddy," she whispers. "I love you so much." The hairs on my chest are smearing my cum all over her body. I lie there, getting my breath back, then roll off her on to my back, prop myself up on one elbow and look at her. She seems blissfully content. This is the moment I've been dreading, that empty after-sex feeling when the guilt and self hatred is going to sweep over me like a tidal wave, and I'll curse myself for being such a sick fucking bastard, but to my amazement, the guilt doesn't come. As I gaze at my beautiful little girl, lying there looking so happy, all I can feel is love and an intense desire to protect her, to keep all those perverted sexual predators away from her, except for Jeremy, and only then if I can watch, and except for myself, of course. She lifts her head and looks at my body, my cum smeared chest, my precum stained underpants, and at my softening dick, a final tiny bead of cum clinging to the end. "Can I sleep in your bed tonight, Daddy? Please?" _______________________________________________ A couple of weeks have gone by. I've pulled Monica out of school and she's gone to visit my ex in Florida. I miss her. Every afternoon I stand out on my balcony in my underpants, watching the parade of schoolgirls on their way home. I've become something of a local feature and many of them smile up at me and wave and occasionally one will say "Hi." Today I have on a pair of day-glo orange boxers with white trim at the waist and legs. The colour is so vivid that you can probably see me from two blocks away. I get lots of smiles and waves. The girls don't giggle any more, they just look and grin. The crowd thins out and the last few groups go on their way leaving just one lonely figure walking down the block towards my apartment. She's about Monica's age, with a skirt that's almost as short as my daughter's, and her legs are slender, almost stick thin. Best of all she has white knee socks. Perfect! As she gets closer I can see how pretty she is. She has a darling little angel face, clearly prepubescent, looking so innocent and vulnerable behind a pair of big owl glasses. She stops next to my balcony and looks up at me, her fingers playing with one of her braids. "Hello," I say. "I know you. You're Monica's dad," she says. "She's told me about you." Uh, oh, what has she said? "I'm her friend, Cindy. I've seen you before. You always stand out here in your underpants, don't you?" She steps onto the narrow strip of grass that separates the building from the street, still looking up at me, and edges closer. Her head is about three feet below the balcony and she can probably see the end of my dick up the leg of my boxers. "I like to show off," I tell her. "Obviously. Monica likes to show off, too." "How do you mean?" I ask, knowing full well what she's referring to. My dick is starting to get hard. "She sits on the front row in the classroom and lets the men teachers look up her skirt and see her knickers." "I'm not surprised. She lets me and my friend do it. She likes to tease." "I like to show off my knickers, too, to make the teachers get all flustered. It's fun." "What colour are they?" She hesitates and looks around. There's no one in sight. She takes hold of the hem of her skirt and lifts it as high as it will go, up under her chin. Even from my high angle, I can see her belly button above a pair of perfect, full cut, white cotton knickers. My cock is immediately full hard, tenting my boxers. I pause, enjoying the exhibition and she seems in no hurry to drop her skirt. Finally, I can't drag the moment out any longer. "You wanna come up?" I ask. "I've got ice cream. It's apartment 2B, the stairs are on your left." She smiles. "Okay." A minute later she's in my living room, looking at my cock which is like a steel bar barely concealed inside my boxers, her smile having grown into a big grin. "Yeah," she murmurs to herself. "I can see what Monica means." Schoolgirls! Don't you just love 'em? The End. To find the rest of my stories, email me at tonywill9999@yahoo.com. All emails will be answered.