Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2011 10:43:34 -0700 (PDT) From: Tony Williams Subject: Two Little Girls in their Knickers If you're under 18, go and ask your Mummy if you can read a story about little girls showing off their white knickers to a bi-guy. If she says "no", read it anyway. If you're over 18 and don't like little girls, you have my sympathy. _________________ I'm looking over my garden fence and the little girl next door is there. Her name is Poppy. She's wearing a short white sun dress and little white ankle socks. I've watched her grow up, and she's going to be stunningly beautiful, in fact even now, she's adorable. A friend of about the same age is with her, in a pale blue sleeveless dress and flip-flops. The friend is, if anything, even more adorable, they're both breathtaking. "Hello, Poppy," I call. "Who's your friend?" "Hi, Tony. This is Wendy, my cousin." "Hi, Wendy, you guys wanna come over. I have some ice cream." She's come into my house half a dozen times already. No kid can resist ice cream. It's the reason I buy it. "Cool!" says Poppy, and I hold aside the two loose planks in the fence to let the girls crawl through. I'd pulled the bottom nails from the planks months ago so that Poppy can visit without the nosy neighbours seeing. They stand up, and in the bright afternoon sunlight, I can just see their knickers through the thin material of their dresses. "I hope you don't mind, I'm in just my boxers." Why should they mind? My boyfriend loves my pale blue, silk boxers. When I walk around his house in them, he can't keep his hands off me. I never complain. "I've seen him in his underpants before," says Poppy to Wendy. "It's no big deal." "You both look so pretty. I like girls in dresses. So many little girls wear pants these days but dresses are nicer. Sit down on the step and I'll get the ice cream." I go inside, fill two bowls, grab two cans of Pepsi and a beer and go back outside. They tuck in and I go and sit on the chaise lounge under my big umbrella on the lawn. I can see glimpses of their white knickers up their skirts. "What class are you guys in?" I ask just to make conversation. "The top" says Poppy. "At Montford Primary." It's a nearby elementary school. That puts their ages at eleven. Next term they'll go on the grammar school where they'll wear uniforms. Schoolgirls in uniforms get me going, especially if they wear white socks. I can hardly wait to see what she'll look like. She whispers to Wendy, "He's looking up my skirt." She knows I can hear her. "And mine, too," says Wendy, grinning. "He does that a lot." She smiles at me. "You're a dirty old man, Tony." "I'm a fuckin' perv." I say. "Oh," says Wendy, "He used the `F' word." "He does that a lot, too." I say, "Come on, girls, everyone uses the `F' word. I use the `F' word, the `C' word, the `W' word, all of them." "What's the `W' word?" asks Poppy. "Wank." I say. Poppy laughs. "Do you wank? My brother wanks. One time I saw him." Of course her brother wanks. He's thirteen and gorgeous. I'd love to wank him myself and suck his little cock and let him fuck me up the bum hole, but I keep my desires to myself. "You really are a perv." "Oh, absolutely." I insist. "Of course I wank. Everyone wanks. It's free and it feels really good. You should try it." "You're a wanker who likes to look up the skirts of little girls," says Wendy. She grinning. I play into her game. "Every chance I get. Only a couple of days ago, I was down by the big lake in the park and there was a little girl, about ten years old, walking by the water's edge. She had her skirt bunched up round her waist and tied in a knot at the side and I could see all of her knickers. They were blue with little flowers on them. She'd obviously been paddling in the lake, `cos her knickers were wet." "And you could see her pee-pee?" asked Poppy. "Exactly. It showed perfectly clearly through the wet cotton. She seemed totally unconcerned that I was looking at her. She even gave me a little smile. I couldn't tear my eyes away as she walked past." "But you didn't need to look up her skirt. It was on display for you. What's so attractive about looking up skirts?" asks Wendy. "Because it's forbidden. It's naughty. It's very exciting to us pervs. It all started years ago when I was about your age." "What happened?" asks Poppy. "I was waiting in my dad's car outside the library and there was a little girl, about ten or so, sitting on the step. Her knees were up under her chin, and her feet apart, but her knees were together. Suddenly, for no reason, she opened her legs wide apart and I got the most perfect view of her white knickers. My heart was pounding and I thought I was gonna faint. I've never forgotten that moment. Ever since, I've taken every opportunity to look up skirts. I can't help myself. White knickers drive me crazy." They look at each other and giggle. "Like this?" asks Poppy. She moves her feet apart, then opens her knees as wide as they will go. I can see everything. She only about ten feet away from me and I can clearly see the scalloped elastic on the edge of her cotton knickers and the horizontal seam across the crotch. I slap my hand on my heart in fake pain and let out a groan. "Oh, my God! I think I'm having a heart attack." They laugh. "And like this?" asks Wendy and repeats the move, a big grin on her face. I literally gasp as her white nylon knickers come into view stretched into a perfect camel toe. They have a lacey edge and I'd be able to see her little girl slit through them, where it not for the little cotton liner in the crotch. Even so, it's enough to make my dick rock hard. "Exactly. I think I'm falling in love." "With me," says Poppy. "No, with me," says Wendy. If these two girls want to fight over me, so much the better. "Both of you," I say, playing along. "I love you both equally." They sit, letting me look at them, making no attempt to close their legs. My dick is getting hard. "There was another incident. I was about ten and I was walking home from school with a girl who was in the class below me. I had a crush on her." "You were ten years old?" asks Poppy, incredulously. "Oh, sure, I've always been in love with some girl or other from when I could first remember. Anyway, we were taking a short cut through the graveyard when she said, `I need to pee.' Without even bothering to hide behind a gravestone, she bunched her skirt up round her waist. I could see all of her white knickers." "And she peed?" asked Wendy. "Right through her knickers. She didn't even bother to pull them to one side. Just let her pee soak through and fall to the ground. I think I got an instant hard-on. It was so incredibly erotic." Wendy says, "I wouldn't have peed my knickers. I'd have taken them off." "And let me see you little slit?" "You'd like that, wouldn't you?' "Of course," I say. "I'm a fuckin' perv." By now, they girls have closed their legs, but I can still see their white crotches. "I'd pee through my knickers," says Poppy. "One time my uncle was watching and I peed through my knickers. We were on the beach and I was wearing knickers, nothing else. This was years ago. I told him I wanted to pee and he just said `Go ahead. Pee through your knickers.' And I did. It felt kinda nice." I chime in. "I know what you mean. I've peed in my underpants, just for the hell of it. My boyfriend likes to watch." "You have a boyfriend?" asks Wendy. "Are you gay?" "No, I wouldn't like little girls if I were gay. I like girls and guys." "Do you wank your boyfriend?" "Gentlemen don't tell." "I think he has a hard-on," says Poppy. "Are you gonna have a wank, Tony?" `Why, do you girls wanna watch?" They giggle. "Maybe I will, later." I don't want to push my luck. I just want to stay there and look up their skirts. I'll be wanking tonight in bed, wanking myself silly. Wendy asks, "How many little girls have you done pervy stuff with?" I look upwards, pretending to think, count imaginary numbers on my fingers and say, "Let me see, it must be. . .let me think. . .yes, it's two." "How old were they?" "Eleven." "What were their names?" asks Poppy. "Poppy and Wendy." They laugh. "You're not a perv." Says Wendy. "Yes I am. I looked up your skirts." "Everyone does that. My brother does that. My dad even does that. It doesn't make you a perv." Poppy says, "My history teacher does it. I sit on the front row and I give him flashes of my knickers. He gets confused and loses concentration." I hold my ground. "No, I really am a perv. I can prove it. I have pervy stuff on my computer." "Like pornography?" asks Wendy. "Guys with big dicks doing it to naked girls?" "No, not like that. "I'll bet they're dirty pictures," says Poppy to Wendy. "They're mostly girls in their underwear." "Don't tell me," she says. "Girls in white knickers." "Mostly, but there are some colours and patterns and even see-through knickers." "See-through? They're showing of their pee-pees?" asks Wendy, incredulously. "You'd be amazed at what girls like to show on the internet. Some of them are entirely naked, showing everything they've got. I have some pictures of little boys too." "Can you see their cocks?" asks Poppy. "Small cocks, `cos they're kinda young. I don't think you'd be impressed." "Yours isn't small," says Wendy. "It's poking your boxers out." "I'll show it to you later, if you're good." "What do you mean, good?" asks Poppy. "If you show me your knickers again." They both laugh and open their legs. Yes I'm in love, twice over. I sit for a few moments, enjoying the show. "Can we see the pictures on your computer?" asks Poppy. "Sure. Come on inside." I stand up, my stiffy obvious to them, but they don't comment on it. We go into my den and I sit at my computer as they stand either side of me. I fire it up and plug in a thumb drive and open the slide show. I have about a hundred pictures of little girls, from the age of about nine to twelve. When little girls grow titties and get curvy, I lose interest. Most girls in my pictures are in white knickers or dresses, letting the camera look up their skirts. Many are shot from the hip, but most are posed, some of them quite lewd. There are nude ones, too and several of those are quite erotic. One after another we watch them, pausing at the ones I like most. One shows a lovely dark haired girl who has lifted her dress up under her chin to show off her white cotton knickers. She has a huge smile on her face. "This is my favourite," I tell the girls. "I did that last year for a boy at school," says Penny. "He offered me a pound to show him my knickers, so I did." "You slut," says Poppy, with a grin. "I love sluts," I say. "I don't have any cash handy, but if you'll do that for me, I'll give you some more ice cream later." "O.K.," says Wendy, steps back and lifts her dress as high as it will go. Her nylon knickers reach almost to her belly button. I want to run my hands over them. "If you do that again, you'll drive me fuckin' crazy!" "He used the `F' word again," says Poppy, adding, "If you eat more ice cream, Wendy, you'll get fat." "No way," I say. "Not with her skinny legs. She has a lovely figure." Wendy makes no attempt to drop her dress. "Do you like having me look at your knickers?" I ask. "Anyone can look. I don't mind." "I want some more ice cream," says Poppy and lifts her skirt too. I am only about a foot away from her and my head is spinning as I stare at her underwear, blatantly displayed for my pleasure. She keeps her skirt lifted for several long moments, then lets it fall. We turn back to the computer. "I want you to see something I stumbled on this morning," I say, going to a website. This is a Russian picture hosting site that has about a hundred new albums each day and I check it every morning. I scroll down to the `kids' section and open it. Most pictures are of kids who are way too young but with a lot of searching I can find some gems. I find an album with the address, titled `amateur gymnastics' and open it up. It has a dozen gifs, short moving pictures that last about 10 seconds. Each one shows a different girl, all pre-pubescent, doing cartwheels. In every case, the girl's dress falls to show off her knickers, some white, some pink and one pale blue, and their bare midriffs and belly buttons. In the best one is of a ten year old doing a handstand, going over into the crab and coming back over again, her dress bunching up under her armpits. She's laughing all the while. I watch it play through several times. "That is so sexy!" I say. "I think she loves to show off." "I can do that," says Poppy. "Can you show me? Please, pretty please?" Wendy moves a chair to make some room and Poppy reaches for the floor and kicks her legs up. She holds the handstand for a few seconds, then goes right over into the crab. Her whole torso is exposed, her knickers pulled up to make a camel toe. I can see her nipples. Then she comes back upright again, her arms close to her sides and her dress cannot fall back down. She stands there, her knickers still on view, letting me look. "That was magnificent, Poppy. Now I love you a little bit more." "I can do a cartwheel," says Wendy, plaintively. Is she getting jealous? "Watch." The space is a bit cramped, but she does a slow cartwheel, revealing the nylon knickers and her slim little body. She comes upright, her face flushed and looks at me. I'm beginning to think that perhaps these little girls are competing for my attention. "Perfect! Now I love you just as much as I love Poppy. You can both have more ice cream later." We look at more pictures of little girls, some of them naked. "Oh, look at that," says Wendy. "She's showing everything." It's a picture of a girl in a bathtub, legs splayed, her little slit exposed. As in all the pictures, she looks as though she's enjoying it. "I wonder who took the photo? Maybe it was her daddy." "Maybe it was the dirty old perv who lives next door," says Poppy with a grin. "I suppose you want to take pictures of us," says Wendy. "No way," says Poppy. "He'll post them on facebook and all my friends will see them." "Never! I don't even subscribe to facebook. I'd keep any pictures of you on a thumb drive, which I'd keep in a safe place. The only people who'd ever see them are you two and me." "I wouldn't mind if my picture was on the internet, as long as it wasn't facebook," says Wendy. "Think about all those guys looking at me and getting excited." I tell her, "I could post them on this Russian site. No one whom you know would ever see them, unless by accident. You can always deny it was you, and pretend it's just a look alike." "I don't know," says Poppy dubiously. "I suppose I don't mind if you take pictures, if you keep them to yourself." "I have an idea," I say. "I could take pictures of you both without showing your faces. Then it wouldn't matter who saw them. Will you girls pose for me?" "Sure," says Wendy, sounding eager. "O.K." says Poppy", a little more reluctant. "Let's look at some more little girls, to give you an idea of some nice poses." By nice, I mean provocative. They stand either side of me, hips pressed against my shoulder. I let the slide show continue and place my hands on the outside of their thighs, just above their knees. They don't react. As the pictures scroll through, one sexy little girl after another, I slowly move my hands up their legs. I wonder how far they will let me go. Soon my hands are up to where I can feel the edge of their knickers. My cock is rigid inside my boxers, but they don't remark on it. I get bolder and move my hands on to their bum cheeks. "He's feeling me up," says Wendy, with a giggle. "Me, too," says Poppy. "I'm gonna scream for help." She lets out a barely audible "Eek!" Wendy laughs. "Daddy, daddy, he's touching my bum!" she calls in little more than a whisper. I give their bums a squeeze. "My uncle felt me up once," she says. "You never told me," says Poppy. "Last year. It was no big deal. He put his hand up my skirt and put his finger inside my knickers and pushed it in my crack." "Did you scream?" asks Poppy. "No. We were alone in the house. To be honest it felt quite nice, but he never did it again." "Wow, you really are a slut." "She's my favourite slut," I say, grinning, "and I'm a perv." "Yeah, but a nice perv," says Poppy. Both girls lean against me, letting me run my hand over their bum cheeks outside their knickers. Wendy's feel so smooth and silky, but I think I like the look of Poppy's cotton ones best. "Oh, look," she says. The picture is of a girl in white stockings and a suspender belt, with tiny see-through knickers and a little girl's bra. She's lying on a couch with one leg raised. Her little slit is completely visible. "You can see her pee-pee. I bet you like that, Tony." "Adorable," I say. "If I bought you undies like that, would you pose for me?" "I would," says Wendy, eagerly. Poppy doesn't seem quite so enthusiastic. "I could buy lots of sexy undies, and you could come over any time you like and model them for me." "Cool!" says Wendy. "I'll do it. I'd wear see-through knickers. My history teacher would go crazy. He'd cum in his pants." Both girls giggle. "Why don't you do your cartwheel and your crab for me to photograph. With your dresses over your heads, no one will be able to see your faces and recognize you. Let's go out on to the lawn in the sunlight." "Cool," says Poppy. Her reluctance has disappeared. A minute later, the girls are doing their stuff, knickers and nipples exposed and I catch it all on camera. I get half a dozen repeat performances so I can select the best shots. "That was wonderful, my darlings. I'm really falling in love with you both." They look at each other and smile. "I wonder if we can re-create that scene by the lake with the little girl in wet knickers?" I say. "You don't have a lake," says Poppy. "You don't even have a wading pool." "We don't need one. All you need is to fix your dress like she did. I have a garden hose and I can use that to wet you down." "I'll do it," says Wendy, brightly, lifts up her dress and knots it on one hip. "Perfect," I say and pull the hose from its reel on the wall. "Hold still." I spray her legs, moving slowly up until her knickers are getting wet. "It's cold!" she calls. I give her a final splash and shut the hose off. Her wet nylon knickers are clinging to her and the weight of the water has caused the crotch to sag slightly so that I can see her slit just above the cotton liner. "Big smile," I say, clicking the camera. "We can see your thing, Wendy." says Poppy. "I don't care. I'm a slut, aren't I, Tony?" I give her a big smile. Poppy doesn't like that. "Well, I can be a slut, too, if I want. I don't mind if Tony sees my thing." "Then here's what I suggest," I say. "Take everything off, and hold your knickers up in front of your face with just your eyes showing. "I dare you," says Wendy. Poppy hesitates but she doesn't want to be upstaged by Wendy. "O.K." My heart pounds as she pulls her white dress over her head and stands there in just her cotton knickers. This is what I dream about every night – an eleven year old innocent girl wearing nothing but knickers. "Chicken!" calls Wendy, and Poppy hooks her thumbs into the waist of her knickers, slowly slides them down and steps out of them. Now she's naked, except for her little white ankle socks. They are a nice touch. "Darling, you're beautiful," I say. "You're an adorable little angel. Take your knickers and stretch the waist across the top of your nose and let them hang and conceal your face. Yes, that's perfect. Hold still. Got it! That looked hot. Now you're my slut, just like Wendy." "Me too! Me too!" calls Wendy and pulls her dress off as fast as she can. As she pulls her wet nylon knickers down, the crotch catches and they briefly turn inside out. It looks so erotic and I react quickly enough to click a pic. Then she steps out of them and holds them up in front of her face and I take the shot. "Beautiful," I say. Poppy is putting her knickers back on, pulling them up over her hips. "Can I snap a picture of you in just your knickers?" I ask her. "You'll see my face." "Turn your head sideways and let your hair fall across to hide it. Yes, like that." Click. "Face away and show your bum. Perfect." Wendy is watching, not bothering to put her knickers back on. She goes and sits on the step, her knees apart, showing off her crack. "Take one of me," she calls. "We can see your face," says Poppy. "I don't care," says Wendy. "I like posing for pictures. She leans back, her hands behind on the step. She looks incredibly inviting. It's a `come and get me' pose and I shoot of three or four pics. "This is fun. I'm a porn slut," she says. I move in and get a close up of her slit. "This isn't porn," I say. "It's art." They laugh, derisively. "What would constitute porn?" asks Poppy. "A photo of me showing my stiff dick would be porn." "You're a willy wagger," laughs Wendy, "if you wave your dick at little girls." "I told you I was a perv." "He wouldn't dare," says Poppy, grinning. "I think he would," says Wendy. "We showed him ours, now he has to show us his. He knows we wouldn't mind. He's had a hard-on all morning and he can't wait to show it off. Fuckin' perv." "That's me. Would you ever tell anyone?" I ask them. "Never," they say, simultaneously. "Ready?" There are no objections. "Here we go." I slide my boxers down and step out of them. My dick is like an iron bar and I stand in front of them, sideways on, my cock above horizontal. It's a respectable size. "Awesome!" says Wendy. "It's a lot bigger than my brother's", says Poppy. "Mind you, he's only fourteen." And he's cute, I think to myself. "Can we take a picture, Tony?" "I'd be disappointed if you didn't." Wendy gets hold of the camera and starts clicking off pictures as I pose as lewdly as I can, hips thrust out, cock in hand. I stroke it back and forth. "He's having a wank," murmurs Wendy. "Like my brother," says Poppy. "I saw him one time. He was in the bathroom and forgot to lock the door and I walked in on him." "What did he say?" I ask. "He just kept wanking, so I said `Sorry, please carry on." I laugh. I'm really beginning to like these girls. A dozen or so pictures later, I pick up my silk boxers and put them on. "Do you always wear boxers?" asks Wendy. "No, I have some briefs, boxer briefs and some knickers." Her jaw drops. "Girl's knickers?" "Sure. Pink satin with white lace round the edge." Poppy bursts out laughing. "Lots of guys like to wear knickers," I say. "I look hot in them." "You must be a gay perv" says Wendy. "Wearing knickers doesn't make me gay. I just like girl's undies. Why shouldn't I wear them? No one knows." "We know," says Poppy. "That's because I love you both and I don't have any secrets from you." "Are you going to wear your knickers for us?" asks Wendy. "I don't think so," I say. These girls won't appreciate how hot I look. It takes a gay guy to enjoy them. Poppy's brother, maybe. "I could try them on," says Poppy. She seems to be getting bolder. "Next time you come over," I tell her, "I'm going to have something really sexy for you to wear. You, too, Wendy. Now, I promised you some more ice cream so come into the kitchen." Wendy puts her knickers back on and both girls don their dresses. Now they're just two sweet innocent little schoolgirls in whose mouths butter wouldn't melt. They finish their ice cream, and say they have to go home. The last thing I see is their cute little bums as they crawl through the gap in the fence. I go into my bedroom, put on my pink satin knickers and have the most glorious wank I've ever had in my life. I'm in love. Later, I go shopping. * * * It's the next morning and I look over the fence to see if Poppy's there. No sign of her, but her brother Kenny is. I've had my eye on this 14 year old for some time now. With his page-boy haircut and little girly face, he's a boy-lover's wet dream. I have plans for him. He's wearing a pair of baggy shorts, low on his hips, with the top of his underpants showing, into which he's tucked his white tank, all in all, a pretty sexy outfit. I have on baggy shorts, too, though I don't like the fashion. You can't buy short shorts anymore. I call to him, "Hey, Kenny. Wanna make a fiver? My lawn needs mowing." "Make it a tenner," he replies, knowing that I only have a push mower and, at a pinch, it could be called hard work. "Deal. Come on through the fence." He crawls through and eyes me. The top of my briefs is showing too, shocking pink with a white waistband and white trim. I'm naked from the waist up. It's a hot day. I fetch the mower from my shed and go sit on the back step as he starts to mow. At fourteen, he's no longer a little boy, but not yet quite a man. "I'll get you a beer," I call and go to my fridge and get a couple of cans. I'm back on the step, standing up, my hand behind me pulling my loose baggy shorts further down. They have a very loose waist. Kenny pauses to rest and looks at me. "It looks like your pants are about to . . ." I tug at the back of my shorts and they `accidentally' fall to the floor. He bursts out laughing. "Shit," I say. "Sorry about that. They're not the best fit." I step out of them and Kenny eyes me in my shocking pink briefs. I know I look hot. He quickly finishes mowing and comes and sits beside me on the step. We chug at our beers. "Pink briefs," he says. "They look a bit gay to me." "I like `em. They're eye catching." "You're just like my sister, Poppy. She's always showing her knickers off. By the way, I think she has a crush on you." "Oh, yeah?" I fake ignorance. "She'll grow out of it." Not too soon, I hope. "Although you're right about her displaying her knickers. But all little girls do that. They just don't care." "She does. It's deliberate. Sometimes I lift her skirt up just to get a look and she never complains." "I gotta try that." Kenny is sweating and I sniff at him. "You need a shower. Wanna use mine?" "Sure." We go inside. In the bathroom, I take a clean towel from the shelf and hand it to him." "I'll give you some privacy," I say and head for the door. "Why would I want privacy?" he asks. I stop in my tracks. "So you want to show off your magnificent body?" He laughs and drops his shorts. My eyes are nearly popping out of my head as I see his cute little white trunks. "I don't have anything to hide," he says as he pulls his trunks down, revealing a quite respectable dick. I can't think of anything to say, nor do I have an excuse to linger, so I depart, leaving the door open. He doesn't shut it behind me. I hang around outside until I hear the shower stop and then I come back in. He's stepped out of the shower, towel in hand, not bothering to cover himself. I step over to the toilet, pull my briefs down below my balls and start to take a piss. My cock is half hard so it looks quite large. Kenny eyes it as he dries himself off. He puts his tank top back on and looks at himself in the mirror, naked from the hips down, cock proudly displayed. I don't bother to hide the fact that I'm ogling him as we look at his reflection for long seconds, then he pulls his trunks back on and dons his shorts. We go back to the step and have another beer. I desperately want to suck this boy off and let him fuck me, but this could complicate things with Poppy. There'll be plenty of time later on, when Poppy loses interest in me. I hand Kenny two five pound notes, then another one. "Here's a tip for a job well done," I say. "Same again next week?" "Sure. See ya." He disappears through the fence. I'm been sorely tempted to make a move on this sexy little boy, but if he ever mentions it to Poppy, I'll be fucked. There are more urgent quarry to pursue. * * * I'ts the following morning, and I'm sitting in my kitchen in my boxers, blue silk this time, drinking coffee, when I hear a knock on my back door. For once, I don't have a morning boner. I look through the glass, and it's Poppy. Oh, boy, this should be good! I open the door and look at her. To my surprise, she's wearing a T shirt and a pair of skin tight jeans. "Come on in, Poppy. Gimme a hug." I put my arms round her and hold her close. The feel of her little body makes thrills run through me. "My sweet darling little girl," I say. "It's so good to see you." I'm laying it on thick but I'm sure she loves it. I pour her some coffee. "Where's Wendy?" "She said she'd be shopping with her mum." "Never mind, at least you're here, my precious. You alone will brighten my day. Did you have fun yesterday?" "It was soooo cool!" she says enthusiastically. Her former reluctance seems to have disappeared. "Posing for those pics was fun." "We can look at them on my computer, later, and see how they came out. Tell me, why are you wearing jeans. I can't look up your jeans." She laughs. "I only wore these to get out of the house. I really wanted to wear this." She pulls from her pocket something flimsy in pale blue, her nightie, maybe? "I'm going to model it for you. I borrowed it from my mum. She doesn't know I have it." It's not a nightie, clearly. "Answer me something. You girls all wear those skin tight jeans. Now they look fabulous, no question, and I can, with difficulty, imagine how you pull them on, but how on earth do you take them off. They're way too tight." "Easy. I just get some help, my mum or my dad." I bet daddy likes to pull her jeans off. "But you'll help me, won't you?" I sigh. It's a tough job, but someone has to do it. "Er, let me think," I say, pretending to come to a decision. "All right, if you insist." She giggles. "Come into the living room." I say. "Now, sit on the couch, reach both arms over your head and hold the back of the couch so that I don't pull YOU off." I kneel down at her feet, mentally thanking the Gods of peodophilia for my good fortune, and tug at the cuffs of her pants. It takes quite an effort, then suddenly they slide down. To my delight, they've pulled her white cotton knickers down too, to just above her knees. I look longingly at her little slit and take the jeans off her legs. She stands up, just a foot or so from my face, reaches down and pulls her knickers back up. She takes her sweet time, and I know it's a show she's putting on for me. Then she takes her T shirt off. Instead of seeing her naked upper body, like yesterday, she has on a little girl's vest, with narrow shoulder straps and a strip of lace round the scoop neckline. It's ridden up, so she pulls it down and instead of tucking it in, she pulls her knickers down to her knees again, smooths the vest over her hips and pulls the knickers back up. This looks like another deliberate show. "Darling, I can't imagine anything that you could wear that would look sexier than you in your undies." She gives me a big smile and shows me the flimsy garment she brought. "It's actually a blouse, but on me, it's long enough to serve as a dress. My mum wears it over a camisole. You can see right through it. Shall I take my vest off?" "No, it looks sexy. Any undergarment looks sexy to me." I hook my finger into the neckline, pull it out and look down it. "I can see your tits." She giggles. "I don't have any tits." "Good. I hate big floppy tits and fat thighs and enormous bums. You have cute nipples and a lovely figure and I love every inch of you. You're perfect. Put it on. Let's have a look at you." She dons the filmy garment It's sleeveless and comes down to the top of her thighs, hanging loosely. She might as well not wear it, as it hides absolutely nothing. I stand back and look at her. "Stunning!" I say. "I don't think they'd let you wear that to the school dance, but you can wear it here anytime." "I thought you'd like it, Tony. I suppose you like anything you can see through." "True. `cos, as I said yesterday, I'm a fuckin' perv." "But a nice perv." I kneel down in front of her, put my arms round her and pull her body to mine and say, "I must be falling in love with you." I lean my head back and look up into her eyes. She's flushed and I can feel the warmth of her little body. "You're so beautiful, I could eat you! Can I take your picture?" "That's why I brought the dress." I get my camera and fire off several shots of a little girl in a see-through dress and a big smile. "I have a present for you, sweetheart." "Oooh, what?" "Come into my bedroom." I sit her down on the bed and pull a package from my dresser drawer. "Open it." She tears it open and pulls out a packet of white stockings, a suspender belt, a little lacy bra and a pair of see-through knickers. "Oh, wow! Tony, they're naughty!" "I know, and I bought them yesterday, especially for you. I got the smallest size they had. Do you wanna try them on?" She jumps to her feet, pulls the flimsy dress off, takes off the vest over her head and shakes he r hair loose. Down go her knickers, no reluctance, now and she takes the stockings out of their cellophane packet. I'm kneeling in front of her as she smooths them up over her calves and thighs. Then she stands up. Her tummy bumps into my face and I lean back a little. She puts the suspender belt round her and fastens the suspenders to the lacy tops of the stockings. On goes the little bra. I can see her nipples through it. One foot at a time goes into the knickers, while I'm staring at her little slit, inches away. Up her legs they slide and over her hips . The garment is completely sheer, and like the dress, hides nothing. "Look in the mirror, Poppy. Don't you look sexy? Look what you've done to my dick." It's poking out of my boxers, hard as iron. She giggles. "Fuckin' perv," she say. "Darling slut," I reply. We both look at her image in the mirror. She's eleven year old, flat chested, narrow hips, hairless pussy, not yet a woman, but dressed in sexy adult lingerie, a little girl who wants to be a woman. I stand behind her, put my arms round her and pull her body into mine. My dick is poking her in the back. She wiggles her bum against it. I slide on hand up inside her little bra and fondle her nipples and my other hand reaches down between her legs, my middle finger running up and down her crack. She lets out a contented sigh. "I love you, my darling, I love you so much," I say. She parts her legs invitingly and I caress her tummy, then slide my hand down inside her knickers. In the mirror we can see through them as my finger slides into her. She reaches behind her and puts her hand on my rigid dick. I take my hand from between her legs, and spin her round to face me. She takes hold of my dick and kneels down. "It's awesome," she says, and starts to stroke it. I am so aroused that in less than ten seconds if feel the cum surging down my dick. It's too late to pull away and five or six blobs of creamy white cum land on her forehead, her cheek, mouth and chin. I let out a groan. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." She licks her lips and smiles. "Why are you sorry? That was exciting. I loved it. Can we do it again?" I'm the happiest man in the world. "Of course we can, another day, but don't tell Wendy. I don't want her to be jealous." "I have to get Mum's top back before she misses it. I have to go." I watch as she takes the sexy lingerie off and puts on her regular white panties and vest, and then I help her struggle into her tight jeans. I hold her tight then kiss her on the lips. "I love you," she says. As she crawls home through the fence, I know I can't tell Wendy about this. * * * It's two o'clock in the morning and I'm wakened by the sound of a pebble hitting my window. I roll out of bed and pull the curtain aside. It's Wendy, wrapped up in a big coat. I slide the window up and poke my head out. "Tony, it's me, Wendy. Can I come in?" Ask a stupid question! "This is wonderful. I'll open the front door." I wrap a towel round my waist and let her in. "I sneaked out through my bedroom window," she says. "No one will miss me. Can I spend night with you?" "Absolutely! We can cuddle up in each other's arms all night long. I'm so glad you came. Why are you wearing that coat on a hot night like this?" "Here's why." She opens the coat and spreads it wide. She's wearing what is either a nightie or a slip, it's hard to tell. Made from some filmy synthetic material, it's utterly sheer and doesn't hide the little training bra and white full cut panties she has on underneath. "Oh, my darling, you're making my dick stiff." "Can I see?" "I'd be embarrassed." "No, you wouldn't. I've seen your stiff dick." "It's not my dick I'm worrying about." She gives my towel a tug and it falls off, letting her see the pink satin lady's knickers I'm wearing, the ones with the white lace round the loose legs. She giggles. My cock is tenting the front. "See what I mean. I wasn't expecting company." "I think you look cute in knickers. In fact, they're very sexy. They suit you, Tony." She reaches out her hand and caresses my erection through the smooth satin. I pull back. "Let's slow down. I don't wanna cum just yet. I wanna spend the whole night sexually aroused. Come into the bedroom." I sit on the bed and watch as she lets the coat fall from her shoulders and does a pirouette. "Dah, dah!" she sings, a big smile on her face. "You love showing off your undies, don't you, Wendy?" "Oh, I absolutely love it, especially when it's YOU who's looking." "Do you let anyone else look?" "Oh, yeah, like I told you, my history teacher and my brother. My dad, too. He loves to see me parading round the house in my knickers, and once in a while I put on a show for him, though we pretend that it isn't anything special. And sometimes in the park, I hang upside down from the monkey bars and see all the dirty old men pretending not to look at my knickers." "So you put on an exhibition for dirty old pervs like me?" "But you're the best. When you're looking at me I get so excited, just like now. If you tell me you love me I'll do a strip tease for you." Without hesitation I say, "I love you, I love you, I love you so much." I lie down on the bed and watch enthralled as she starts her performance. She must have seen a strip routine on TV or in a movie, because she has all the professional moves down. All she lacks is a pole. She makes the show last, dropping her shoulder straps on at a time and letting the slip fall, then taking her bra off. With her back to me she slides her knickers down, steps out of them and turns to face me. My hand is down the front of my knickers, stroking my cock. Then she squats, knees wide apart, displaying her little girly slit, and falls back on the floor, legs spread, arms behind her head, an inviting smile on her face. "Do it to me!" she commands. Her words almost make me cum. "Oh my darling, you've no idea how much I want to, but there's so much I want to do first." I get up from the bed, reach out for her hand and pull her to her feet. I wrap my arms round her and kiss her on the lips, letting her slide her tongue into my mouth. We break apart and I pick up her white cotton schoolgirl knickers from the floor. "Put these back on." She looks at me quizzically as I hold the knickers open for her to step into. I pull them slowly up over her hips to her waist. I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom. I slide my panties off, letting my iron hard cock spring out, then open the shower door and invite her to step inside. I join her, and sit down on the floor. "This may seem weird to you but ever since you told me about peeing in your knickers on the beach, I've wanted you to pee on me. Stand over me and pee on my face." . "Oh, you want a golden shower? Why didn't you say so?" This girl is more sophisticated than I thought. She starts to take her knickers off. "No, leave them on." I lean back and wait as she straddles my face. Then the crotch of her knickers become wet and pee starts to fall on my face. I let my head fall back and open my mouth letting it fill. The taste is surprisingly mild and quite exciting. I put my hands on her bum and pull her towards me, pushing my face between her legs. I suck at the cotton crotch until her flow stops and I come up for air. "That was marvelous!" I gasp. "Just like champagne." I reach up and hook my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and pull them down. I scramble out of the way to let her take them off, then turn the shower on and rinse us both off. Back in the bedroom, I let her lie down on my bed, legs apart, and bury my face between her thighs, thrusting my tongue into her. Then I push my middle finger into her and work at her clit with my thumb, all the while murmuring endearments, telling her how much I love her. "Let me do it to you, Tony," she says, pushing me on to my back. I lie there, cock pointing to the ceiling as she straddles my chest, and lowers herself on to my face. I feel her hand on my cock, gently stroking it, then the marvelous silky smooth feel of her lips as she takes me in her mouth. Her tongue does amazing things to my glans, sliding around under my foreskin, and within seconds I know I'm going to cum. I reach down and pull her head up as my cock pulses and sends jets of cum shooting out. Her hand milks the last few drops from me. She climbs off me and lies down by my side. I lift myself up on to one elbow and look at her. In the faint light her beautiful face is streaked with long lines and blobs of my cum. Her little tongue sneaks out and reaches for what she can find and then I see her swallow. "Yummy," she says. "I like the taste. In fact, I love it. I love you too, Tony." I pull the sheet up and cover us both. She rolls away from me and I curl my body round hers protectively, my hairy adult chest pressed against the back of this gorgeous preteen little girl. * * * It's Saturday morning and there's a knock on my back door. Poppy and Wendy are there. "Come in, girls," I say, with a bright smile. They're not smiling. I'm worried because I haven't told either of them about my encounter with the other. In the living room, they sit side by side on the couch, knees tightly together, their short dresses revealing nothing. I'm beginning to have a nasty feeling. I bring a couple of cold Pepsis from the fridge, and sit opposite them. Poppy says, "Wendy told me about you two." Wendy chimes in. "And Poppy told me about you and her." Ugh, oh! I'm in trouble. There's gonna be a cat fight. "Look, girls, I can explain. . ." I stutter, my face red. Suddenly they both burst out laughing. "We had you going there, didn't we, Wendy," says Poppy. "You should have seen your face," says Wendy. "But you've been a bad boy, going behind our backs like that, not telling us about the other." "But we don't mind," says Poppy. "Just as long as you love us both equally." "I do, I do," I insist. "But you have to pay a price," says Wendy. "Oh no, you're not gonna spank me, are you?" I ask in mock horror. "No," says Poppy. "Little girls don't spank pervs, it's the other way round. You have to spank us if we're naughty." "But you haven't been naughty, my darlings." "Oh, but we will," says Wendy. "We'll make sure to be naughty so that you'll take our knickers down and spank our bums." "So what price do I have to pay?" They look at each other and giggle and then together they say, "You have to fuck us." I have to confess I'm kind of shocked by two preteen girls demanding to be fucked by me, an adult, an admitted pervert. You might even say I'm a peodophile, in fact you'd be spot on. Oh, don't worry, I'll have no reluctance about complying with their demands, but I'm gonna milk this for all it's worth. "Well, if I'm gonna fuck you both, there's something you have to do for me." "What's that?" they ask. I tell them, and they both grin. "Oh, that," says Wendy. "We've done that." "Lots of times," says Poppy. "We've been doing that for ages." "And you've got to let me videotape it," I say. "No problem," they reply. I set up my camcorder on its tripod and tell the girls what I want. They stand facing each other as I start recording, and Poppy takes hold of Wendy's dress and slowly lifts it up over her head and drops it on the floor. Wendy does the same to Poppy. They stand, admiring each other, in their white knickers and training bras. Then Wendy puts her arms round Poppy and unclips her bra. As it falls, she leans forwards and kisses Wendy's nipples, the Poppy repeats the performance on Wendy. Then simultaneously, their hands go down between the legs of the other girl and they grope each other in the lewdest way, gazing into each other's eyes. Then their hands go inside the knickers and it's easy to see that fingers are being inserted. They're both breathing hard, obviously excited. Their heads come together in a long, lingering kiss. Then Poppy kneels down and pulls Wendy's knickers down, ever so slowly, staring at her slit adoringly. She leans forwards and runs her tongue up Wendy's crack half a dozen times. Wendy has her head thrown back and is groaning with pleasure. "My turn," she says, kneeling down and sliding Poppy's knickers down. As Poppy steps out of them, Wendy pushes her down on to the couch and squats over her face. The she leans forward and buries her face between Poppy's thighs. My cock is so hard I daren't touch it in case I cum. The camera is taking all this in and I know I'll be wanking off to this for the rest of my life. It's so erotic that I have to look away and try to think of something else so that I don't cum in my pants. After several minutes, the girls come up for air, their faces and chests flushed, their breath labored. "That was awesome," says Poppy. "Fabulous," says Wendy. "I love the taste of your cunt, Poppy." I love the sound of the word `cunt', coming from a girl so young. "That was so much better than all the other times we did it," says Poppy, "I suppose it's because Tony was watching. It made it more exciting." I can't wait any longer. I grab both girls by the hand and drag them into my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind me. The End To find my other stories email me at tonywill9999@yahoo.com. All emails will be answered.