Date: Sat, 26 May 2012 11:43:33 -0700 (PDT) From: Tony Williams Subject: What Turns Us On "Asian women," says my neighbour, Guy. "The petite ones who could be anywhere from thirteen to thirty." "Wearing glasses," I respond. "Glasses turn you on, Tony?" "I just think they make a girl's eyes look bigger. Gets my attention." Guy, myself and his daughter Lydia are sitting under a big umbrella beside his swimming pool in the back garden of his large house in the Cotswolds. It's very hot for a July morning in England. As always, Lydia's on the phone to a friend, oblivious of us. We're doing some serious drinking, a cooler full of ice and beer beside us. The topic our conversation is 'what turns us on?'. Lydia's topic? Who knows? "Small tits," says Guy. "Big floppy ones are ugly." "Agreed. How about golden showers?" "Definintely. Streams of hot piss splashing on my body and face." He grins. "I might even drink a little." "Underwear, preferably white," I offer. "Naturally, for girls, but guys can look good in colours. Not grey, though." "Pastels or bright colours, yes." "Girls in stockings and suspender belts." "Lacy bras and camisoles." "Slips and teddies." "Don't forget knickers," I warn him. "How could I forget knickers? I live for knickers." "Shaved pussies." He smiles. "Makes 'em look like schoolgirls." "Schoolgirls?" I ask, tentatively, after all Lydia is a schoolgirl, and so is her elder sister. I don't want to put him on the defensive. "I didn't know you were into schoolgirls." He laughs. "It's a no-brainer. All guys are into schoolgirls." "With white socks," I say, grinning. "Ankle or knee?" "Either does it for me." "So let's see what we've got," he sums up. "An Asain schoolgirl, wearing glasses, with tiny tits, white socks, flashing her white cotton knickers. Sounds perfect." "Upskirts." I try to look up Lydia's dress, but the angle is wrong. No problem, I can be patient. He smiles. "Better than that, how about cartwheels and handstands. If you're lucky, you get more than just a flash." "You're reading my mind. A nice slow cartwheel or a protracted handstand, where the dress falls, revealing all, and the whole thing is just an 'accident', a little girl pretending to be innocent as we dirty old men gaze at her, our tongues hanging out." Guy laughs. "You must be reading my mind, though that handstand stuff only happens with the younger schoolgirls. How young were you thinking?" I have to go carefully here. I don't want him to think of me as a threat to his daughters. Lydia has an older sister. "Underage, at least." "Goes without saying. If she's not underage, she's probably left school, and the more senior schoolgirls are long past doing cartwheels and stuff, and long past wearing white socks, too, so she'd have to be early teens, at the latest, perhaps even younger." I look at him as he sits there, smiling, sipping on a can of beer. I conclude he must share my lust for little girls, or we wouldn't be having this conversation. "Preteen, even," he adds. "Lydia does a pretty good cartwheel." He calls to her. "Lydia." She's deep into her phone conversation and waves him off. I look at her as she lies sprawled on a chaise lounge, her knees up, underwear still not quite on show. If I moved ten feet to my left, I'd be able to look up her skirt, but I can't think of an excuse to do so. At eleven, she's not yet hit puberty and though her chest is flat and her hips as narrow as a boy's, I can clearly see how beautiful she'll be in a year or so, when her innocence will be replaced by something more erotic. "She can show us later. How about schoolboys?" I hesitate. Guy has a thirteen year old son, Nick who, at this moment, is out somewhere with his mates. He's pretty fucking cute, is Nick, with his pageboy haircut and big blue eyes. I wonder what he looks like in his underpants. Probably delicious. "I'm pretty selective when it comes to boys," I say. "Slender, hairless, effeminate looking, and certainly old enough to enjoy a blow job." "How about this?" he says enthusiastically, "an adorable little long haired schoolboy wearing stockings and a suspender belt, with a little lacey bra?" "And white knickers." "Yeah, see-through knickers." He's laughing. "With a hard-on, just to let us know how much he likes dressing as a girl." "That's almost as good an image as the Asian schoolgirl. Did you ever get it on with a schoolboy?" "Not since I was a schoolboy myself," I say, which lets me off the hook nicely. I can confess to liking boys without coming across as predator. I'm not lying, I haven't had sex with a young boy in years, but not for want of trying. "I was into schoolboys then, lots of them." "Boys with white underpants, I suppose." "Naturally. You're not gonna tell me that you weren't?" "I definitely was. Not only that, I was on the receiving end of a great deal of attention, and not just from boys. I seemed to attract older men." "Attention from whom? Teacher? Scoutmaster? Oh, I know - your priest!" "All of the above, but on most occasions it was my dad." My jaw drops. "Your dad sexually abused you?" "I wouldn't call it abuse. I didn't resist, in fact I was positively eager for it. He taught me how to wank him off, and how to suck his cock. I couldn't keep my hands off it." I've always suspected that Guy had a gay side to his personality and now I'm discovering I was right. This is getting really interesting. I look at him with new eyes. "How old were you?" "Eleven or twelve." He seems eager to tell me about it. "He climbed into my bed one Sunday morning and started fondling my hard little cock and gave me my first orgasm. After that I was off and running. I used to love making him cum, letting him spray his spunk all over my face. Can you picture it, a cute little pubescent boy with a big smile, cum dripping down his chin? That was me. How about you? Were you ever 'abused'?" "I got groped a few times. Our gardener once offered me five quid to let him wank me off." "Did you take up his offer?" "I jumped at it. A fiver was a lot of money back then. It was a pretty good wank, too. But mostly, I was enjoying boys of my own age. I was a total slut." "And now"? "Total perverted slut." We're grinning at each other. It feels good to let out my dirty secrets. "So," he says, "schoolboys go on the list. How about child porn?" I'm kinda surprised by this. Is he saying that child porn is a good thing? He continues, "I don't mean that nasty stuff, like little five year olds sucking some ugly fat guy's dick, no. I mean pictures of nude lolitas and young boys. I looked up the legal definition of child pornography and it says something about 'the depiction of lewd and lascivious behaviour intended to sexually arouse'. Under that definition, some of my pics of my kids constitute child porn." "Yeah, but they're just family photos, aren't they?" He laughs. "You could say that, but when I show them to you later, you'll see that they're pretty provocative, especially some of the poses that Lydia adopts." He call across to her. "Lydia." She says, "I'll call you back," into the phone and snaps it shut. "Yes, Dad?" "Show Tony your cartwheel." She grins and gets to her feet which alas, are bare, no white socks today. I've known her for several weeks now and I'm aware that she likes me a lot. She's wearing a white cotton dress which buttons all the way up the front and is cut flat across the top with shoulder straps. She steps away from the pool, takes a little run and goes into the cartwheel. Just as I'd hoped, her dress falls down sufficiently to fully expose her white cotton knickers. "Bravo!" calls Guy. "Give us another." The second one is even better as she goes over much slower and the dress falls further. As she comes upright, the dress is caught under her arms and she stands there, knickers on full display, grinning at us. "Thank you, Lydia," I call. "That was impressive." "Do the crab," says Guy and she obediently does a handstand, holding it for a second or two then goes right over into the crab, her knickers and upper body in full view. I stare at where her underwear has pulled into the crack of her pussy, giving us a perfect camel-toe. "Look at that," he says, encouragingly. "It's all a deliberate show-off." She can probably hear him. "Nice and naughty," I say loudly. She definitely hears that. "I'm glad you like her performance," he says. "I consider it a compliment." My cock is starting to get hard and I think Guy has noticed it. Lydia comes upright, having done a complete three-sixty, and stands there for a second, right on the edge of the pool, then her arms windmill as she overbalances and falls in with a big splash. I put my beer down and get to my feet to give her a hand. She surfaces and combs her hair from her eyes with her fingers, a huge grin on her face. Her dress floats up until it surrounds her. She's clearly okay, standing in chest-high water as she lifts the dress over her head, bunches it up and throws it out on to the edge of the pool, then holds out her hand for me to pull her out of the pool. I grip her hand in mine and she braces her feet against the edge of the pool and laughs as she leans backwards and pulls me in. My first thought, as I surface, is thank God my phone is not in my pocket. "You little witch!" I call, though I have to grin. She swims off and I climb out of the pool and Guy and I stare at the little mermaid in her cute white knickers, her bum occasionally surfacing. Guy goes into the house and returns with an arm full of towels and his lap-top computer, by which time I've peeled off my shirt and dropped my shorts and I stand there in my white cotton trunks. He hands me a towel and I start to dry myself. "Take your underpants off and wring them out," he says. "It's okay, Lydia's seen a dick before." "Lots of times," calls Lydia from the deep end. "Whose?" I ask her. "Daddy's. You like to show off your dick, don't you, Daddy?" "I do," he confesses. "But you have to admit it's a beautiful dick, Lydia." I've never seen it, but Guy is a pretty handsome bloke and I'm sure his dick is as attractive as the rest of him. "Somewhat like yours," he says, staring at my cock, as I slide my trunks down. The shock of the cold water has caused my cock to return to its customary size. I let them look at me for a few seconds as I wring my trunks out and place them on the hot concrete to dry, then wrap the towel round my waist and sit down on my chaise lounge. Guy sits on another lounge next to me me, boots up the lap-top, opens a file and passes the computer to me. It's hard to see in the bright sunlight, but I'm looking at a slideshow of pics of his son, sometimes in underwear, sometimes totally naked. Nick, about thirteen, in white briefs, is adorable with his page boy haircut, and effeminate looks, just as sexy as I'd imagined. In some of the pictures he has a hard on and in one, he's totally naked, his hand on his fully erect little dick, smiling at the camera. It's enough to make any boy-lover drool, and my own cock is getting hard again. "I think this qualifies as child porn," I say, calling Guy's attention to the photo. "Is he having a wank?" "As I recall, he was, yes." "It's a pity he's not wearing stockings and a suspender belt." "That could be arranged. I think he might go along with it. Lydia's sister's underwear would fit him, knickers and frilly things, stuff like that. Nick's about her size. Scroll on, take a look at the girls." The girls have posed in a variety of lewd postures, smiling joyfully at the camera, obviously happy to be displaying themselves in their underwear. I scroll farther and there they are, naked, hiding nothing, standing, sitting, lying, often with legs spread wide apart, proudly showing off their sex, sometimes together with their arms round each other, sometimes individually. Lydia's sister has cute little tits and has shaved her pubic hair and I'm hard pressed to decide which of them turns me on the most. The sister is sexier, but Lydia's innocence affects me more deeply. "Put me down as a child-porn lover," I say. "I'll email them to you, than you can wank to your heart's content." "Better not, seeing as it is actually child porn. I'll bring over a thumb drive and copy them, if it's okay with you." "My pleasure," he says. "You'll get a lot of happy wanking from them." I wonder how many dads don't mind their sons and daughters being wanking material for older men and how many fewer are willing to admit it. "Lydia's growing up fast," he continues. "Her sister wasn't much older than she is now when she lost her virginity. Twelve, she was." My eyebrows go up. I know that girls are having sex at younger and younger ages, but twelve is pushing the envelope. "To whom?" "My brother," says Guy. "Holy shit! Your own fucking brother fucked your daughter? Did you shoot him?" He laughs. "No, but if I had, I'd have let him off with a flesh wound. I wasn't all that pissed, to tell the truth." "Not pissed? I'd have been outraged." "Think about it, Tony. My eldest daughter had reached puberty, hornymones raging. . ." (Hornymones, there's a nice word) ". . .and she was certainly gonna have sex with some dude. Tell me, which would have been better, some spotty faced inexperienced little kid who'd cum inside her within ten seconds, leaving her pregnant and thinking sex is no fun or, on the other hand, my brother? He's a mature, considerate, gently soul who's an expert lover and who cares for her a lot and on whom, I may add, she had a crush. Best of all, he's had a vasectomy. Afterwards, she was glowing, which was how I found out. She admitted it right off, so I just kissed her and told her I loved her." "I see what you mean," I said. "I guess incest is a trait in your family, what with your dad and all." "I immediately put her on the pill. Problem solved. No unwanted pregnancies for her, thank you very much." "Does she still have a crush on him?" "No, she grew out of it. She likes boys her own age, now." That would be about fifteen. She must be beating them off with a stick. "Where is she, by the way?" "She's with my ex for the weekend." I feel bold enough to ask, "Did you ever? . . .you know." He knows where I'm going with this. He hesitates. "I won't say I haven't been tempted and on a few occasions I came close to copping a feel but where would I draw the line? I know that afterwards I'd have been wracked with guilt and who knows how the kids might feel about it in years to come. Admittedly, I don't resent my own father in the least, but that doesn't guarantee that my kids have inherited the incest gene." "Kids? Are you including Nick?" "You saw those pictures of him. If he were your son, would you be able to keep your hands off him?" "Probably not." Lydia is now doing the backstroke. "Are you worried about your brother and Lydia?" "He's over in the United States, out of the picture." "So she's safe for a while." He looks at me. "Unless you have any evil intentions." I'm glad to see he's smiling. "Who me? How could you, Guy? I'm not a child molester!" My indignation is faked and he knows it. He laughs. "So why was your tongue hanging out when Lydia was doing her cartwheels? What was all that shit about schoolgirls in white socks and knickers? You're just as big a pervert as I am." "I simply appreciate beauty when I see it," I reply, innocently. "Yeah, right! And that bulge in your shorts was just a bunched up handkerchief!" He snorts, derisively. "And those pictures have got you hard again. Let's face it, Tony, you have the hots for her. Relax, my friend, when guys get hard from looking at my daughter, it makes me proud. I'd be insulted if you hadn't got a woody. Enjoy the show, you fucking pervert." Lydia is climbing out of the pool, her wet knickers clinging to her body, her sex clearly visible. She picks up her dress and drapes it over the diving board to drip dry, then looks at us and very deliberately slides her wet knickers down her legs and steps out of them. She wrings the water out of them and lays them next to my underpants on the hot concrete to dry. Guy tosses her a towel and she spreads it out behind her, giving us a final look before she wraps it round her body. It's only just long enough to cover her bum. She sits on Guy's knee and with another towel, she starts to dry her hair. "Was Tony's looking at those pictures?" she asks. "He was, Sweetheart." The he leans close and murmurs in her ear, "and he got a hard-on." "Ooooh, Tony!" Is she blushing? It's hard to tell, but she certainly isn't offended. "You're adorable, Lydia," I tell her. "You're the prettiest girl I know." "He means the sexiest girl he knows," says Guy. "I like posing for pictures," she says, "the naughtier the better. Can I pose for you, Tony?" The eager look on her face makes me think I've died and gone to heaven. Before I can reply, Guy says, "You're getting heavy. Why don't you go and sit on Tony's lap." She stands, the front of her towel parting to reveal her hairless little slit and comes to sit crosswise on my thighs, her arm round my neck. I put one arm round her back and the other round her waist. By 'accident' my hand goes inside the towel, opening it further. Her thigh presses against my boner. I lean back and she leans with me, her head on my chest. I whisper into her ear, "Of course you can pose for me, you darling little girl." She whispers back, "You can take close ups of me, you know, pictures of my cunt." I'm thrilled by her use of the 'C' word. Coming from an eleven year old girl, it's deliciously shocking. Guy is watching us, not in the least alarmed that his near naked neighbour has his near naked daughter on his thighs, an erection tenting his towel. She gets up from my lap. "I'm gonna go get the camera," she says and disappears into the house. "Look at you," says Guy, a big grin on his face, "hard as a rock. Let's get a closer look at it." He reaches across, jerks the towel off me and gazes at my cock. "That's a fucking beauty!" he says. I try to grab the towel back from him but he throws it to one side, too far to reach. I lie back on the lounge. If they want to look at my cock, then so be it. I might as well enjoy it. I feel strangely excited, willing to go along with any fiendish plot that Guy might spring on me. Looking across at him, I can see a distinct bulge in his shorts. I guess he's coming on to me. I don't have a problem with that. Lydia comes back out into the garden, one hand holding a camera, the other clutching her towel which is threatening to fall off. "Oh, look," she calls, looking at my dick. "It's just like a cock, only smaller!" My face falls. "I'm only joking," she says, sitting on the edge of the lounge beside me. "Acutally, I think it's awesome, just as big as my dad's." "Which you've seen, he tells me." "He's always showing off his stiff dick, aren't you, Daddy. He's a fucking exhibitionist." It seems the 'F' word is in common use, too. "This coming from a girl who likes to do cartwheels," says Guy, "just to show her knickers to the neighbours." "You don't complain," she says, handing the camera to him. She kneels down beside me and leans forward, resting her folded arms on my hip, then lowers her head until her chin rests on her arms. Her face is about three inches from my cock. Her big eyes look up at her father who's aiming the camera. "Lose the towel," he tells her and she wriggles her body, causing it to fall. Guy clicks the camera. "Now I want you to look at his cock adoringly," he says, adding, "though that won't need much faking." Lydia laughs and he takes another shot. Then he says the something that causes my heart to start hammering. "Take hold of his cock." Lydia needs no further urging and puts her fingers round my shaft, then starts to move her hand up and down. Guy is clicking the camera as fast as he can. "Oh, this is perfect," he says, "my daughter wanking off my neighbour." I'm speechless, thrills running through my whole body. Lydia now takes my dick firmly in her hand and speeds up, making me gasp and groan. Guy puts the camera down, slides his shorts off and pulls his rigid dick out of his briefs. "Look at this, Lydia," he says, "which dick do you like best?" "I love 'em both," she says, her eyes bright, her little tongue poking out between her lips. Guy starts to stroke his own cock. Judging from the expression on his face, the sight of his little girl wanking a stiff cock has turned him on. He picks up the camera again. "Sit on his face, Sweetheart," he says. She straddles the chaise, her knees beside my chest and lowers her body until my tongue touches her slit. She lets out a huge sigh as I go to work on her, probing with my tongue and licking her clit. Her pussy is very wet. From the corner of my eye I can see her dad, camera in one hand as he clicks away, his other hand furiously wanking his dick. Then I hear him say, "Go for it, darling," and I feel a pair of soft lips on my dick. Oh, my God! Lydia is sucking me off, at her dad's urging. I can't believe this is happening. How did I get so lucky? Lydia's tongue is doing fantastic things to my cock, as though she's done this before. I know I'm close to cumming and I long to cum in her mouth, but I think that might gross her out, and I want to know what other ideas Guy has in store for me, so I push her off and sit up on my elbows. She squats beside me. "Christ! I had to stop, sweetheart," I say. "I was within an inch of cumming." Guy stops wanking his dick. "Me, too," he says. "Is she a good cocksucker?" "The best," I said, smiling at her. "Where did you learn to suck a dick like that?" "I just went with what felt right. Lick me again, please, Tony." "Hang on a second, I've got a better idea," says Guy. "You're always talking about 'when I lose my virginity', Lydia, and my predatory brother isn't here, and I know you like Tony a lot, so who better than he? What do you think?" "Ooooh, yes, please, Daddy. I've been thinking about Tony for ages now." "But I wanna watch," he insists. "I don't care," she says, "if Tony doesn't mind." Mind? Sure he can watch. How could I say no, and how could I have missed it, this sexy little preteen fox lusting after me? I guess I'd simply thought that she was too young, but evidently not. Now she looks at me eagerly. "Climb on top of him, Lydia. Sit on his hips." She straddles me again, this time facing me, my cock flat on my stomach, her pussy on top of it. She's so fucking beautiful in a little-girl way and all my supressed longing for little girls surfaces and I want to fuck her more than anything in the world. I don't care if her dad watches, in fact, that will add to the thrill. She lifts up her body and Guy reaches out and takes hold of my dick. "Let me guide it in. I've been thinking about this moment for a long time." He positions it so that the tip is touching her little girly slit. "Now!" he says, taking his hand away and she lowers her body down on to me, my cock sliding in to her, meeting no resistance. Her hymen must has been broken already, by her fingers, perhaps? "Oh my Jesus!" says Guy. "What a beautiful sight." He resumes taking pics with one hand and wanking with the other. "Oh, deep joy, my daughter's being fucked. Does it hurt, darling?" Lydia, between gasps, croaks, "No," and lifts her body so that I can thrust my cock all the way in, then out and in again. Guy puts the camera down and stands, straddling my head. It's an unusual perspective, looking at him in his briefs from between his legs, his cock sticking out of the fly, his hand stroking it vigourously. Then his legs go rigid and he shoots his load, for or five big squirts right on to Lydia's face, and the site is so fucking erotic that it makes me cum, my sperm rushing up my cock into Lydia as my hips make the few final thrusts. "Fuck!" I groan, "that was magnificent. Are you okay, Lydia?" "Mmmm," she says and collapses on to my chest. "I love you, Tony." At that moment we hear a voice. "Holy shit! Tony's fucked my sister! Is that your cum on her face, Dad?" Nick has arrived. ________________________________________________________________ It's after lunch and Lydia has recovered and gone off to be with her friends. No doubt she's telling them she's just had her cherry popped and I wonder how long it will be before the cops knock on my door, but then I can always deny it and Guy and Nick will back me up. We're in Nick's bedroom, me in my now-dry underpants and Guy in his briefs. Nick still has all his clothes on. I stand in front of the full length mirror and admire myself. "Look at me," I say. "Don't I look sexy?" I slide my underpants down until they're bunched at the top of my thighs, my iron hard cock pointing at my reflection. I put my hands on my butt and thrust my hips forwards "Fucking hot," says Guy. After this morning's events, I'm eager to share all my dirty secrets with them. "I often stand in front of my mirror and have a wank," I say. "I get turned on by how fucking gorgeous I am." "No argument from me," says Guy.. "You look pretty good for an old man," says Nick. I guess when you're thirteen, all adults look old. I start to stroke my cock. "On those many occasions when I'm told to go fuck myself," I tell them, "I always think, 'if only'. "Wouldn't it be nice to be able to stick one's dick up one's own arse?" "I can suck myself off," says Nick. I stop wanking and look at him. "Really? You wanna show us?" Nick looks at his dad. "Go on, son, let's see how you do it." Nick slides his shorts off and pulls his cock out of his briefs. "I have to get it hard," he says. "Let me help," I offer and Guy nods approvingly. I sit beside him on the end of his bed and take hold of his cock using three fingers. In just a few seconds, he's as hard as a rock and he bends his head down, his lips just able to enclose the tip of his cock. We watch for a few seconds. My underpants are still down round my thighs. "Holy shit!" says Guy. "I wish I could do that." "Me, too," I say. Nick comes up for air, a grin on his face. "Bravo, Nick. Have you ever been sucked off by someone else?" "No," he says. "All the boys at school are fuckin' homophobes and the gay kids get bullied, so I'm keeping a low profile." He doesn't mention the girls at school. "It wasn't like that for me," I tell him. "I sucked more cocks than I could count and a lot of them returned the favour." "Me, too," says Guy. Nick looks at his dad with astonishment. "You've sucked cocks, Dad?" He grins. "Big surprise, huh? Sure, plenty of cocks. You should try it, you might enjoy it." It seems he's in a confessing mood too. "Can I ask you something, Nick. Have you ever tried on your sister's knickers?" Nick blushes, but doesn't reply. "I only ask because I like to wear knickers myself from time to time. How about you, Tony." "I'm crazy about knickers," I say. "I've got a drawerful at home. Wear 'em all the time." "Lydia's knickers would be too small," Guy says, "but her big sister's would fit you nicely. Wouldn't he look stunning dressed as a girl, Tony." "Oh, my God! You'd look fabulous, Nick." "Let's go and find you something to wear," says Guy. A few minutes later, we're back in the bedroom and Nick lets me slide his briefs down and take them off, then take his tee shirt off. Naked, he's adorable. Even before we start to dress him in white stockings and a suspender belt, his cock is rigid. Then we put a skimpy lacey bra on him and a pair of white translucent knickers, through which his cock is entirely visible. He looks at himself in the mirror. "You know, I do look pretty hot," he says. "I could get to like dresssing up." "Another time, we'll doll you up completely, with a dress and everything. With that long hair of yours, no one would know you're a boy." Nick looks delighted at the idea. Guy takes a lot of pictures. We tell Nick how sexy he looks and how much he's turning us on. I stroke his cock through the silky smooth nylon, and then he sits on the bed and I sit beside him. "Would you like me to suck you off, Nick?" I ask him. Guy, sitting beside us, nods approvingly. Nick simply lies back invitingly on the bed, his stiff cock poking from the let of his knickers and I lean down and take it in my mouth. I use my tongue to give him one of my world class blow jobs, then deep-throat him, taking his cock right into my throat. He groans and starts thrusting with his hips. The feel of his cock in my mouth is thrilling, my excitement made more intense by the fact that his dad is watching us. Guy has pulled his cock from his briefs and is wanking himself, muttering, "Yes, yes, oh, fuckin' hell, yes!" He reaches across and takes hold of my dick and strokes it, lovingly. He leans in to try to take my cock in his mouth, but the positioning is awkward and at that moment, young Nick cums in my mouth, five or six big squirts and I sit up, pushing Guy away. I open my mouth to show him his son's cum, some of which is dripping down my chin. He grins. "Fucking awesome," he says. "You gonna swallow that?" "Not just yet," I mumble, "Gimme a kiss." "I don't fuckin' believe this!" says Nick. Guy sits beside me and we kiss, his tongue deep in my mouth, sucking as much of his son's cum as he can. We break apart as Nick says, "That's fuckin' gross, you pair of perverts!" "Nick'll get over it," says Guy to me, "just as soon as he gets randy again." Nick gets to his feet, tucks his cock back into his knickers and leaves the room. We lie side by side on the bed, our cocks still rigid. "So," I say, "continuing our conversation of this morning, about what turns us on, I guess we can include cock sucking." "Definitely. Fucking preteen girls, as well." "Licking their cunts," I say. "Watching them being ravished." "And sons getting sucked off." "Wanking in front of mirrors," he says. "You ever do that?" "All the time. Next time you can watch." "And I'll give you a helping hand. Cock fondling has to go on the list." "Goes without saying. Speaking of which . . ." He takes hold of my cock and I reach for his. "Cum swallowing," I offer. "Rimming? I love being rimmed." "It would be my pleasure to thrust my tongue up your arse," I tell him. "Just your tongue?" "How about my cock? The cock that just fucked your daughter. Right up your arse, as far as it will go." He gives a little shiver of delight. "Sounds perfect. Undressing a guy should be on the list, and being undressed." He lies back and lifts his hips invitingly, and I slide his briefs down, give them a quick sniff and toss them aside. "There's lube on the bedside table," he says, looking right into my eyes, and spreads his legs, pulling his knees up to his chest. Seconds later, the tip of my lubed dick touches his puckered hole and he calls, "Fuck me, you brute! Fuck me like you fucked my daughter! Ram it all the way in! Oooh, yes, just like that! Oh shit, that feels so fuckin' good!" My cock is now all the way up his arse, having met no resistance. Clearly he's been fucked before. I pound away, trying to delay my orgasm and he's groaning and gasping, pulling on my hips to try to drive me deeper. "You fuckin' slut!" I say to him. "Yeah, I'm a slut, a whore, a fuckin' cocksucking faggot! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Hisvoice is hoarse with lust as I thrust away and I can feel my orgasm coming, my cum rushing down the length of my dick and into his arse. "I've cum," I say, slowing my thrusts. "I just came in your arse. It was almost as good as fucking Lydia." I pull out of him and collapse on to my back. He lowers his legs. "That was fuckin' fantastic," he says, "the best fuck I've had in years." His breathing begins to slow. "There's one more thing that goes on our list of things that turn us on." "Which is?" "Fucking thirteen year old boys." I look at him. "Any boy in particular?" He smiles. "How about a boy called Nick?" The end. To find the rest of my stories, email me at tonywill9999@yahoo.com. All emails will be answered.