Date: Mon, 1 Jan 2018 18:29:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Williams Subject: The Exhibitionist The Exhibitionist By Tony Williams I like Saturday mornings. I don't have to go to work and I can lie in and have a delicious, long, slow wank. I keep my laptop on the bedside table, so I can lay it on my chest and look at some of the pictures of little girls that I've downloaded over the years. They are all prepubescent, eleven being the preferred age, though a year or two either side is acceptable and they're all either in their undies, or totally naked. The last criterion is that each girl must have an eager smile on her face, indicating that she's not merely willing to be photographed, but actively enjoys showing herself to the world. This morning, I'm looking at some of my more hard-core pictures in a password protected special file, and all of my little darlings are exhibiting themselves in the most provocative poses imaginable, their sweet cunts deliberately displayed to the camera, their smiles radiant. My bedclothes have been pushed down below my knees and my hand moves slowly up and down the shaft of my cock, prolonging the pleasure. Occasionally, I thumb the precum that oozes from my pee hole, and suck it, reveling in its odour and taste. I can feel my orgasm building and I try to hold off but just seconds before I explode and shower cum all over my torso, my fucking phone rings! Goddamn it! I was right on the edge. Never mind, I'll take care of whatever bullshit it is and get back to my sexy little nymphets. I answer it. "Hi, Tony, it's Donna. I wonder if you could come over?" Donna lives directly across the street and I'd tell her that I was too busy, except for one thing. She has an eleven year old daughter after whom I lust with all my evil black heart. Although still a child, she has a smoldering sexuality that makes me feel like I'm having a heart attack every time I look at her. Any opportunity to see her, I'll take in a flash. Her name is Lauren. "Sure," I say, having forgotten about my wank. "I'll be right over. Gimme time to get dressed." She laughs. "What are you wearing?" "Nothing. I just got out of bed." "Come as you are." "Naked? I'd get arrested." "Yeah, but then you'd get sucked off in the back of the police car and released with a caution." "I'm on my way." I hang up, jump into the shower and throw on a short terry cloth bath robe which only just covers my bum. I make it across the street without being detained and ring her doorbell. The door opens and there she is! The little girl I love! "Oh . . . my . . . God!" I gasp. She's totally, utterly, perfectly naked! Her body is still that of a child, her chest flat and her pubic area devoid of hair. Now, during the few weeks that I've known her, she's been generous enough to give me several glimpses up her skirt, "accidentally" showing off her panties, though how many of those events were accidents is open to question. Girls can be careless, especially the very young ones, but by the time they get to eleven, they've begun to develop awareness that men, especially older men, are forever trying to sneak glances up their skirts and though real accidents do occur, I'm inclined to think that Lauren has been teasing me. Not that I mind. She can tease me all she wants, the more the better. The pictures on my laptop might be good wanking material, but they're nothing compared to an actual glimpse of white cotton knickers up a school uniform. Yeah, you've guessed it: I'm a fucking paedophile. Not a predator, though, I'd never hurt a little girl. I'm transfixed as she stands hand on one hip, weight on one leg, a smile on her face. For a few seconds, neither of us moves, then she steps back to let me come in. I recover my composure. "Do you always answer the doorbell naked?" I ask. Her mum is standing behind her, dressed in an almost perfectly transparent slip, through which her nipples can be clearly seen. A strip of lace along the bottom edge conceals her pussy, but if she sits down, then . . . well you know. I'd definitely make a move on her except that she's told me she's gay. Ah, well. "Lately, yes," Donna answers for her. "She's become quite an exhibitionist." Lauren closes the door behind me. "And you let her?" I ask, incredulously. Not that I'm complaining, no, but I don't want to appear too excited by the sight of my sweet angel deliberately showing off her charms to all and sundry. "Why not?" says Donna. "I've taught her to be proud of her body, to never be ashamed of it. You have to admit she's utterly adorable, right?" "Oh, absolutely!" I affirm. "Quite gorgeous." "Sit down on the couch, Tony and relax. I have a favour to ask you." I sit, making sure that my cock, which is beginning to stir, isn't visible. "Anything," I say. "But first, you're probably wondering why I seem so blasé about Lauren being naked as she opened the door." "It does seem unusual, though I'm not complaining." "For you to fully understand, I need to tell you a story, but first, Lauren, go upstairs and get dressed." She sees my face fall and adds, "Don't worry, you're gonna like her outfit. Okay, sit back and listen." Lauren, with a smile on her face, runs upstairs. Donna begins: "My mother was gay and never make a secret of it. She had no time for men at all and she adopted me so that she could have a daughter without having to fuck a guy. Right from the beginning, she lavished affection on me in ways that were more physical than our culture approves of. She'd bathe me in the tub and rub suds all over my body and slide her finger into my little cunt. She'd dry me off and kiss my naked body all over. I thought it was all perfectly normal until I was much older. She encouraged me to touch her, to nurse on her big nipples and to explore her with my fingers. She would show me off to her gay sex partners, who'd ooh and aah over me, telling me how cute I was and how adorable I looked as I ran about the house with nothing on. They would hug and kiss me and occasionally finger me or kiss my little pee pee. My mum didn't object. I later realised that she was using me as bait. Word got around that she'd let her lovers fondle her little girl and soon she had enough partners to be selective. When I was eight or so, she told me that when her partners got excited by my willingness to show my naked body, she became excited too. Whether that was true or not, I believed it and made extra efforts to please her lovers in order to make her happy. With her encouragement, I became a dedicated exhibitionist. She fitted me out in all sorts of sexy lingerie, taking Polaroid photos of me and showing them around. This was before digital cameras were invented. Typically, I'd come home from school and she'd be upstairs in her bedroom with another woman. She'd call out to me to come in and meet . . . whomever. They'd watch as I did a strip tease for them, slowly taking my school uniform off, teasing them like a kind of junior porn star. I'd see the excitement in Mum's eyes and that gave me a special thrill. When I was naked, I'd stand or sit, letting them look at me as I spread my legs invitingly, showing off my still developing cunt. Some of her partners were indifferent, but most were clearly thrilled by my promiscuity. Mum sometimes let them touch me down there, or kiss my nipples and hug me, but she only let them go so far. Showing off my body to strangers was exciting enough, but letting them touch me intimately was better than anything I'd experienced. As I grew older, I learned to masturbate. I'd do it in front of the mirror, pretending that I had an audience that was clapping and cheering me on. She took more and more polaroids of me, in lewder and lewder poses. I'll show you them in a minute. She began to include her lovers in the pictures, letting them hug and fondle me, put their fingers into me and kiss me all over, even between my little legs. By the time I was twelve, I was a regular part of her sex life, participating in threesomes, getting my pussy eaten and eventually returning the favour. Yes, I even licked Mum's cunt. It was all very thrilling, though I found that showing myself off aroused me more than physical contact. I'd become a true exhibitionist. But then, disaster struck. Her brother was visiting and he discovered her stash of polaroids. He waited until she was out of the house, then came into my room and suggested I undress for him. He was pretty persuasive so I went along with it. He'd never tried anything inappropriate before so I wasn't on guard. I did my little act for him and he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. It was the first cock I'd ever seen and it looked absolutely fucking enormous, though in reality it was probably about average. He pushed me on my back on the bed and proceeded to wank over me. I started to get alarmed, but he suddenly lost control and shoved the end of his cock into me just at the exact moment that he came. That's how Lauren came to be." Her story is interrupted. "I'm coming downstairs," Lauren calls and I look up to see her descending the staircase. I gasp. I'm almost as surprised as when she answered the door. She's wearing a pair of white thigh high stockings held up by a suspender belt, and a bra that is nothing more than two tiny triangles held against her chest by strings. She has no knickers on. "Holy shit!" I croak, my voice hoarse with lust. "Mum bought me this outfit last week. What do you think of it?' She stops at the small landing halfway down the stairs and sits, smoothing the stockings up her legs which she spreads wide to show off her cunt. My cock is suddenly rigid. Then she stands and comes down into the living room. She stands in front of me, on foot up on the coffee table, her thigh angled out, letting me stare at her delicious little cunt. "Now there's a sight you won't forget," Donna says. "Don't move, sweetheart, I'm gonna find my phone." I sit, transfixed, gazing at the heavenly sight before me, as she smiles down at me. "I'm sexy, aren't I?" Donna come back with her phone, sits beside me and takes a picture. "One more for the collection," she says. "How many have you got?" I ask. "Hundreds," says Lauren. "Some of them are on the internet." "Not the naked ones," says Donna. "They're child porn and we wanna stay out of jail." "The internet?" I say, aghast. "Holy shit! The whole world can see you." "That's the best bit," she says. "Imagine tens of thousands of guys like you looking at me in my knickers. It makes me tingle all over." "Thing is," Donna says, "she's taken a liking to mens' cocks." "Which men?" "Just stuff on the internet. She spends a lot of time surfing porn." "I've never actually seen a man's cock," Lauren says, "except on my computer screen. They look awesome!" "So I was wondering," Donna says, "would you show her yours?" I'm totally gobsmacked. I simply can't believe it. Here's a mother, showing off her daughter in sexy lingerie with her cunt in full view, and now asking me if I'd show my cock! Until this moment, as far as I know, I haven't actually broken the law, but if I show it, I'm guilty of who knows how many offenses. On the other hand, how can I possibly turn down her request? I ponder the question for about a tenth of a second, then lean back. "Help yourself." To my surprise, it's Mum who unbelts my robe and spreads it wide. There he is, Mr. Happy, out in the fresh air, hard as titanium, in full view. Lauren's eyes grow big. "Oh, my God! It's beautiful! Oh Mum, how can you not like cocks? It's magnificent!" "And dangerous," Donna says. "That monster can get you pregnant." "Not yet. I haven't got my period yet." "And I've had a vasectomy," I add. Donna's eyebrows go up. "Really?" "Yeah, when I cum, I fire blanks. My girlfriends love it." "Girlfriends? I thought you were gay." "What made you think that?" "Remember that time you forgot your phone and left it here. I looked at the pictures on it and they were all of handsome young men with big stiff dicks, having them sucked off." I decide to come clean. "I'm bi," I tell them. "I suck a cock now and then, but I like girls, too." "Young girls?" asks Lauren. I smile at her. "Definitely." After hearing her mother's story, I feel I can reveal my paedophilia. "How could I not like you." "If she likes cocks, there's no point in me standing in her way, so I thought I'd introduce her to a cock in a safe, controlled way, namely you, Tony. I know you'd never hurt her." "I'd rather die." "You never finished your story, Mum," Lauren points out. "Where was I?" "You were pregnant with me." She continues: "I was very happy with the way I was brought up. I loved being gay but being an exhibitionist was the best part. As my tummy began to show, Mum used me less and less. Her gay lovers didn't want a pregnant teenager hanging around. Eventually Lauren was born and my sex life was on hold. I decided to raise her just like I'd been raised, smothered with love and affection, hugged and caressed, and kissed, even on forbidden areas. Yes, I used to change her nappy and when she was nice and clean, I'd kiss her little pee pee and she loved it. She'd chortle and gurgle with happiness. I taught her that her body is beautiful, never an object of shame, and that she should share her beauty at appropriate times. My interpretation of "appropriate" was liberal, to say the least and I showed her off to my friends. I started having short affairs and one night stands with a variety of gay women, some older, some my own age and when Lauren was old enough, about eight years or so, I told her that I wanted my friends to enjoy her in the same way that I did. I wanted them to look at her and feel that thrill in their tummies that I felt. Now I understood why my own mum had shown me off. Seeing girls' faces light up when my little naked daugdhterl walked into the room aroused me more than anything. I began a collection of digital pictures that I'll show you in a minute, and started putting the legal stuff on the web. Now she surfs her own websites, reveling in the knowledge that paedophiles all over the world are masturbating to her. It kinda excites me, too. Lauren took to gay sex like a duck to water. I gradually allowed my friends to take more and more liberties with her, watching her carefully, looking of signs of distaste, but she loved every minute of it, especially those nights when I didn't have a partner and she filled my bed. She's become an expert cunnilinguist and knows how to drive me crazy. I don't want to lose her to some randy teenager who'll fuck her and abandon her, breaking her heart. I know you'd never do that, Tony." Listening incredulously to this story has kept my cock hard and Lauren has hardly taken her eyes off it. "Show Tony our pictures," she says. "The old polaroids of me are up in my bedroom, but I suppose you wanna see the ones of Lauren, right?" I nod. She takes a laptop from a drawer in the end table and opens the file. We sit in row on the sofa, Mum in the middle and look at the slide show. Here's Lauren in poses similar to the ones I have on my own laptop, except that now they're of a real girl, a girl I'm totally in love with, who's sitting not three feet away and who has expressed a desire to get to know my cock. This is much more exciting than my usual Saturday morning wank. She's contorted her body in all sorts of imaginative ways, the better to display her cunt to the camera, to us in effect. I'm making appreciative noises until we come to the last picture. Mum is naked, sitting on a kitchen chair, with her daughter on her lap, leaning back against her. Her hands are under Lauren's thighs, holding them was wide open as they'll go, displaying her cunt salaciously. Beneath her bum we can see Mum's cunt, her big floppy lips wet with juice. Both of them are smiling, they're faces showing how much they're enjoying themselves. "Holy fucking shit!" I cry. "That's so fucking HOT!" "I thought you'd like that. It just about sums up what I've been talking about. I wish I could get that up on the internet." "Yeah, that'd be so cool!" her daughter murmurs. "I think I know a way," I tell them. Their faces light up again. I'm not going to describe her how exactly I could do that. If the news got around, a lot of people might be getting knocks on their doors in the middle of the night by law enforcement and I don't want to be responsible for that. Suffice it to know that it can be done and I we agree that I should go ahead and start the process, beginning with downloading everything on to a thumb drive before I head to the library to use a public computer. "That last picture was awesome!" I tell them. "Let's do it again for Tony," says Lauren. Mum fetches a kitchen chair, peels her slip off and sits down. Lauren hops on to her lap and spreads her legs wide as Mum's hands pull her thighs even wider. I kneel before them and take a dozen pictures with my phone, from different angles, several of them close-ups. "This is so fun!" Lauren gushes. "Can I take a picture of your cock?" I sit back down on the sofa and let her take half a dozen pictures of Mr. Happy, who's now beginning to ache, having been rock hard for so long. "Can I touch it?" she asks. I look at Donna for permission. She hesitates, then nods her head. "Go ahead, Sweetie. You're gonna give your first hand job sooner or later and it might as well be now with a caring guy like Tony." She takes hold of it and it feels like I've been shocked by electricity. A thrill runs through my whole body as she begins to stroke it. "Oh, this is awesome! I love it! Can I kiss it?" She leans in and before either of us can stop her she places a soft kiss on the end. I simply can't help myself from cumming and a streak of jism shoots out and hits her in the face. A second and third follow and then she puts her lips round the head as I fire a two more pulses directly into her mouth. "Oh, my God, she's a fucking cocksucker," Donna breathes. "Where did you learn to do that?" Lauren swallows and licks her lips. "Internet," she says. "Hey, this doesn't taste so bad. I could get to like it." "Fucking slut," Donna murmurs. "I love sluts," I tell her. "By the way, what was the favour you wanted me to do?" "I have to go to Brussels next week and I can't take Lauren with me. Would you look after her for me?" I've no idea what my facial expression showed but Lauren's face lit up like a floodlight. "Oh, yes, Mum, that'll be so cool!" "Do you trust me?" I ask. "No, but I trust my daughter. Anyway, like you said, you've had a vasectomy. Nevertheless, penetration is out of the question. She has to still be a virgin when I come back." "I'm not a virgin, Mum. I popped my cherry months ago with your big black dildo." "Oh, my sweet darling! I wanted to be the one who did that." "I'm sorry, Mum." "It's okay, darling, we can still have lots of fun with that toy. I've got a much bigger double ended one hidden away and maybe later, we can play with it. Okay?" Lauren smiles. "I'll be more than happy to care for her," I say and Lauren throws herself on to me, putting her arms round my neck and kissing me hard on the lips. ______________________________ After I recover from my explosive orgasm we go upstairs to Mum's bedroom and I park myself on a chair, my phone ready in my hand. Donna lovingly takes the stockings from her daughter's legs and lies her down on her back. With her head between Lauren's thighs, I take picture after picture, each more erotic than the last, until to my delight, they reverse rolls and the little girl eats her mother's hot, wet cunt. The double ended dildo shots were pretty good, too. The end.