Date: Wed, 29 Feb 2012 09:26:13 -0800 (PST) From: Tony Williams Subject: Kid Swapping I'd spoken with Kevin at half a dozen A.A. meetings, so when I bumped into him in the supermarket one Sunday afternoon and he invited me home for a coffee, I eagerly accepted. I say eagerly, because I'd known even from our first encounter that something was going to happen between us. You know what I mean, the special looks, the veiled hints and innuendoes, the hand touching your shoulder for a second longer than normal, those unspoken signals that promise of excitement to come. As we walked the few blocks to his house, I was sure that by the end of the day, my hand would be on his cock, or his on mine, and I'd be happy with either. The instant we entered his living room, everything changed. "Meet my daughter, Wendy," he said. "This is Tony." My jaw dropped. Sitting on his couch was a little girl of about eleven, with long blonde hair tied in a pony tail, big blue eyes and a rosebud mouth that just begged to be kissed. Under the short yellow sun dress she wore, her body had not yet begun to mature, and her long, skinny legs suggested that in years to come she'd have the figure of a super model or a ballet dancer. Little white ankle socks added the perfect touch. I was totally smitten. I'd never been particularly interested in preteen girls until a couple of years earlier. Oh, sure, during my primary school days, I'd made a habit of looking up the skirts of little girls, and on a couple of memorable occasions, one little tease had deliberately lifted her dress to show her knickers to me, but at seven or eight, I was too young to really appreciate the invitation. As I matured, I was attracted to girls my own age, (and guys, too) and got married. Although the union produced my son Wesley, it was doomed and we later divorced. She got custody of him during the week, I got the weekends. Then, a couple of years ago, I was picking up my son at his school when across from my car, I saw a girl of ten or eleven sitting on a low wall, her knees up under her chin. I could see a narrow strip of white underwear between her thighs. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, she spread her legs wide giving me a perfect full up-skirt view. She was looking right at me and I like to think it was deliberate, but it was probably just absentmindedness. Immediately I felt as though a fist had squeezed my heart and my pulse raced. I was startled at my own extreme reaction to what should have been an insignificant event, and thought perhaps I was having a heart attack. I've been replaying the scene in my mind ever since and searching the internet, logging on to all the "preteen model" sites I can find, downloading pictures of little preteen girls in their underwear and sometimes out of it. I have a file of the best of them, stored on a thumb drive. I'm not ashamed to confess that many of the pictures are pubescent boys looking delicous in their underpants or even naked. Of course, none of those boys are as sexy as my own son. Now, in Kevin's living room, I had the same heart-pounding reaction at the sight of his little angel Wendy. My plans to spend the eveningn doing naughty things to Kevin's cock instantly went out of the window. If we were to have sex today, our relationship might all be over in a single encounter and I'd never get to know his darling little daughter. That couldn't be allowed to happen, so plans to seduce him were on hold and I'd have to string him along to give me time to get to know her. "Hello, Tony," she said, holding her hand out to me, her smile lighting up her whole face. I stepped up to her, leaned down and took hold of it. Just her touch was like an electric shock. For a second I was speechless, then managed to stutter, "Oh, Wendy, you're so pretty! Kevin, you never told me you had such a beautiful little girl." I gave her my best smile, that same warm, inviting expression that I'd been using on Kevin at the meetings. She blushed and looked down. "I have a son who's just a few years older than you. He likes pretty girls. I'm sure he'll want to meet you." This was, in fact, total bullshit. My son Wesley, at fourteen, has never shown the slighted interest in girls, but he has invited a few male classmates for sleepovers and who knows what might have happened in the privacy of his bedroom. It's none my business, and if he grows up to be gay, that'll be fine with me. At the mention of my son, I saw Kevin's face light up and right away I was sure that the thought of a teenage boy was ringing his chimes. This was good. I could use Wesley as bait. I know that sounds cynical, but he knows how to say `no' and though he still has that `little boy' look, he's lost his childish innocence. Who knows, perhaps he might like the attention of an older man and Kevin was pretty hot, by any standard. "Do you have a picture of your son?" asked Kevin, perhaps a shade to eagerly. "Better than that, we can look at his facebook page. You have a computer?" "In my den," he said, leading the way, followed by Wendy. Now that she was standing, I could faintly see through the thin cotton of her dress, her white knickers which were full cut, reaching all the way up to her waist. I looked at her little bum as she walked in front of me into the den. My dick was stirring in my underpants. We all sat down and I pulled up Wesley's page on the computer. There were half a dozen pictures of him and I clicked through them. I wasn't getting much reaction from Wendy, but Kevin clearly liked what he saw. "My God, he's handsome," he said, "even better looking than you, Tony. Don't you agree, Wendy." She didn't respond. I guessed my son was too old to be of interest to her. Then I heard a sharp intake of breath from Kevin. "Is he wearing underwear in this picture, or are those swimming trunks?" he asked. "I don't think he's got any white swimwear," I said. "I guess those are his underpants." "He's so . . ." Kevin searched for a word. "Sexy?" I offered. "Oh, I didn't mean to suggest . . ." "Sexy. That's the word. He hangs out a lot in his underpants in this hot weather." I turned and grinned at him. "He likes to show off. I think he's a bit on the gay side, though don't tell him I said so." There, the hook was firmly set. "I'd like to meet him," said Kevin. I bet you would, I thought. He continued, "Why don't you guys come over for a barbecue on Saturday and we can hang out by the pool? Come around four." "Thank you," I said enthusiastically, delighted that I would be seeing Wendy again. Back in the living room, I sat beside her on the couch and Kevin took an armchair in front of us. I plied Wendy with questions about her school, her friends, the stuff she liked to do, and so on, trying to be as friendly as I could, laughing at her attempts at humour and just being a thoroughly nice guy. An hour went by and as we learned more and more about each other, my initial physical lust was augmented by a warm genuine affection for a very charming little girl. I was wearing a pair of shorts, not the long baggy kind that are the unfortunate fashion these days, but a pair that came only part way down my thighs, only a half inch longer than the pink silk boxers I had on underneath. I sprawled, leaning back, my legs splayed, not just so that my thigh could touch Wendy's, but so that Kevin could look up the leg of my shorts. I wanted to keep his interest in me alive in case the Wesley thing didn't pan out. The colour of my boxers was so vivid, they were like a flashing beacon, impossible to ignore and there was a pretty good chance that he could see my cock. I slid further down the couch, causing my underpants and shorts to ride up so that my cock, from where he sat, must have been perfectly visible. His eyes were riveted on it. Wendy's thigh stayed pressed against mine. At one point, when she made a small joke, I laughed and put my arm round her shoulder and gave her a hug, just to test the waters. She leaned into me. Kevin gave me an indulgent smile. It must have been clear to him that I was strongly attracted to her and it didn't seem to bother him. Perhaps he was using his daughter as bait to get through me to my son. On the other hand I was using pictures of my son to get to Kevin, and using him to get to Wendy. Maybe we were both playing the same game. There came a point when I realized that things were falling into place, and I know to quit when I'm ahead. From the way Kevin couldn't take his eyes off my body it was obvious that his interest in me hadn't diminished, and Wendy had now accepted me as a friend, so I decided this would be a good time to depart, to leave them wanting more. I made my excuses and got to my feet. They both look a little disappointed so I gave Wendy another friendly hug and would have kissed her on the cheek, but at the last minute she turned her head and the kiss landed on her lips. Things were shaping up nicely. ___________________________________________________ The barbecue was a huge success. Kevin was almost drooling when Wesley stripped to his white cotton trunks and lay back on a chaise lounge to work on his tan, his arms behind his head. As I chatted to Wendy, I could see Kevin glancing hungrily at Wesley, who gave no sign he was aware of the attention. Then Wendy took off her dress, but to my disappointment, instead of white knickers she had on a bikini bottom. Her top half was bare, but if her tits were starting to grow, it wasn't really evident. Nevertheless, I couldn't take my eyes off her, until she jumped into the pool, calling for my son to join her. After a few minutes they climbed out of the pool. We could faintly see his cock through the flimsy material of his trunks as he stood there, drying himself with a towel. He really did look like a boy-lover's wet dream. Seeing him in his underpants was nothing unusual for me, but the fact that Kevin was absolutely ga-ga was turning me on more than ususal. Yes, I confess, my own son could get me sexually aroused and I often wanked off to mental pictures of him partially dressed or nude, but he was, after all, my own son, and my conscience wouldn't let me physically touch him in an inappropriate way. Wesley wrapped the towel round his waist and reached up underneath it to remove his wet underpants. Not sooner had he stepped out of them than the towel fell off. Wendy laughed. He took his sweet time, reaching down for the towel, spreading it out behind his bum before wrapping it round his front. His hips were thrust forward in an inviting way, just a couple of feet in front of our host, a deliberate display if ever I saw one. Looking at the expression on Kevin's face as he drank in the lovely vision of the naked boy, I became aware of how perfectly stunning my son was, and realized that though I'd often entertained thoughts of sucking his cock, the thought of Kevin taking my place in my fantasy was even more exciting. But then Wendy came and sat on my lap, put her her arms round my neck, and my attention shifted to her. We stayed all afternoon and left in the early evening. As we walked out of the door, Kevin murmured to me, "I think Wendy's got a crush on you." Perfect, fucking perfect! _________________________________________________ In the evening, a few days later I got a call from, of all people, Wendy. "Are you busy? Can you come over?" she asked, plaintively. "For you? I'm never too busy for you, Sweetheart." I almost ran the few blocks to her house and knocked on the door. It swung open. "Come on in, Tony," said Kevin. "Wendy wants to show you something. Sit down." He called up the stairs, "Wendy, Tony's here." Her voice answered, "I'll be just a minute." We sat down. "So Wesley couln't come?" There was disppointment in his voice. "He's with his mum until the weekend but I know he'll want to come over then. Remember after the barbecue, when you told me that Wendy has a crush on me?" "Yeah?" "I know it seems unlikely, but I think my son has a thing for you." His eyes went big. "What makes you say that?" "He told me that when his towel fell off, he'd done it deliberately, just as a tease, because he likes showing his cock off." "Nice cock, too. For a minute, there, I wanted to . . ." His voice trailed off. ". . .Suck his cock?" "How do you know?" "Because it's written all over your face and because I wanted to suck it myself." Kenin's eyebrows went up. "But he's my son and I'm reluctant to try anything. For me, incest crosses the line, though not by much. In a weak moment . . .who knows?" He grinned. "You dirty old dog. Aren't little girls enough for you?" It seemed that my lust for his daughter was as obvious as his desire for my son. Then I heard Wendy's voice. "Hi, Tony," I saw her feet in her little white socks the top of the stairs and then she slowly descended. She knew how to make an entrance. As she came into full view, I gasped. She was wearing a dress that was so diaphanous, so flimsy and translucent, that it might as well have not existed. It had sleeves down to her elbows, a scooped neckline and it fell loosely down to the tops of her thighs. It was made from some kind of silky material and she looked like she was enveloped in a cloud of mist. I would have said that it barely concealed her knickers, but in fact it concealed nothing. I could see her underwear quite perfectly, her white cami top with its shoulder straps and a strip of lace across the top and her white cotton schoolgirl knickers, pulled up tight so that a perfect camel toe appeared between her legs. She paused halfway down, smiling at us as we stared open mouthed. She was wearing eye-liner to make her eyes look bigger, and lipstick, which was a little over the top, but it communicated her desire to be regarded as a woman, not just a little girl. It was a slightly slutty look, just perfect. "Holy cow!" I groaned, "You look so . . ." Words failed me. "Sexy?" Kevin suggested. "Sexy doesn't even begin to describe her, Kevin." "Provocative?" He was smiling. "Definitely. And lascivious, maybe." "Lewd, even?" he countered. "Yes, and naughty, very naughty." I called up to her. "You're gorgeous, darling." She giggled. "I thought you'd like it, Tony." "It's not actually a dress," said Kevin. "It was a blouse that was left in my wife's closet." He'd told me that his wife had died some years before. "She used to wear it with a dark camisole underneath and it didn't look quite so sensational on her. Darling, you'd better wear a slip under it if you going to go outside anytime." "I don't have one," she said, arriving at the bottom of the stairs and stepping close to me. I bent down, put my arms round her and gave her a hug. "You look stunning." "I soon as I saw it in the closet, I knew you'd like it, Tony. I'm wearing it especially for you." "You've never looked more beautiful," I said. "Damn! If I'd known, I'd have brought my camera." Her face brightened. "Daddy has a camera." "Go get it from the den, Darling." She turned and went out of the room, letting us get a look of her cute bum in her white knickers. In a few seconds she was back and handed it to me, then struck several poses as I clicked away, capturing her 'innocent' sexuality. All the while she had a big grin on her face, clearly enjoying the attention. I crossed my legs to hide the fact that my cock was getting stiff. After a couple of dozen shots, I quickly scanned through them on the display screen then handed the camera to Kevin. Wendy sat on his thighs, her back against his chest as they scolled through the pictures. He had one arm round her, the tips of his fingers resting on her nipple. "Pity about your knickers," he said. "What's wrong with her knickers?" I asked. "Well, they're just plain old white cotton, kinda boring." He put the camera down on the end table. "Not to me," I said. "I adore white knickers. I've loved them ever since I was a schoolboy looking up the skirts of little girls." Wendy giggled. "Daddy, when you buy me a slip for this dress, will you buy me some sexier undies?" "Like a suspender belt and stockings," I said, "and a little bra and see-through knickers." "See-through knickers?" she said, eyebrows raised. "Then you'd be able to see my vagina." "I've seen your vagina," said Kevin, "plenty of times." "Tony hasn't." "He like to, though," he said with a sly grin on his face. "He'd love to." "I can hardly wait," I said. "You don't have to," he said, still grinning, and hooked his fingers into the leg of her knickers and pulled them to one side, as far as they would stretch. Wendy just lay there, leaning back on his chest, her legs wide apart, letting me look at her most intimate part. My heart started to race. I've seen little girls' vaginas before, but I've never had a daddy offer me a view like this before. It was like he was giving me a green light to behave inappropriately with his daughter. He was peering down over her shoulder. I stood up, picked up the camera and fell to my knees between his legs and snapped a picture. "Get a close up," he said, and I leaned forward until the screen was filled by his hand, the edge of her knickers and her vagina. It was more than just a little girl's slit. Her lips were beginning to grow and there was the hint of a tiny clit. I clicked the camera then looked at the result. "Perfect!" I said. "Here, take a look." He released the edge of her knickers as I handed the camera to him and together they viewed the two pictures. "I can email these to you, Tony," he said. "Are you going to put them on the internet, Daddy?" "Not on facebook, where all your friends can see them." "I know a site you can use and hide your identity," I said. Log on to iMGSRC.RU. It's a Russian picture hosting site which has a 'kids' section, with mostly innocent family stuff, but I've found the occasional gem to add to my collection. "Pictures of girls?" she asked. "Young girls, like me? Are they pretty?" "Not as pretty as you, my sweet." "Boys, too, I imagine," murmured Kevin. I gave him a nod. "Then the whole world will be able to see me in my transparent dress." "Do you mind?" asked her father. "Of course not, Silly." "Just think about it," I said, "thousands of dirty old men looking at you with their dicks getting stiff." She giggled. "But you can't post the last two pics. They're pretty much child pornography. As I remember the legal definition is 'the exhibition of genitals in a sexual arousing fashion' and those pics do qualify." "Sexually arousing fashion," whispered Wendy to herself, dreamily. "Mmmm. I'm sexually arousing." "You're getting heavy, Darling. Go and sit on Tony's lap." She struggled to her feet and came and sat across my thighs, her arm round my neck. I put both my arms round her little body and gave her a strong hug. She kissed me on the neck and as I released her, she let her upper body fall back until her shoulders rested on the arm of the couch, her thighs still across mine. I gazed down at her lovely, slender body in the blouse that might just as well have not been there, as she lay there in her little girl's cami and knickers, her long skinny legs bare. I wanted to run my hand up her thigh and touch her vagina, but I didn't want to push my luck. Kevin interrupted my thoughts. "It's getting late, Sweetheart. Time for bed." Her face fell. "Did you finish your homework?' She hesitated. "Not the maths." "You bad girl! You promised me you'd do it before Tony came over. You'll have to do it first thing in the morning." His expression softened. "You'll have to be spanked." "Oh, no, Daddy," she said in mock horror, "please don't spank me." "It's a rule," he said. "Bad little girls get spanked, don't they, Tony." "Every time," I said, grinning. "But seeing as how you've made our evening so thrilling, I'm going to let Tony spank you." "If I really have to," I said, faking reluctance. "Oh, you do. Lie across his knee, Wendy." With a grin, she rolled off my thighs and lay across them again, this time face down. I was pretty sure she could feel my erection against her hip. I lifted the dress up around her waist, exposing her knickers completely and ran my hand over her bum. "I'm in love with your knickers," I murmured. "You have to take them down," said Kevin, "and spank her bare bum." She lifted her hips and I pulled her knickers down to her knees, then I caressed her bottom again as her dad looked on, approvingly. "Six spanks, Tony. Go ahead." I gave her half a dozen gently slaps on her buttocks as she wriggled about, pretending that it hurt. When I finished, she said, "You have to kiss it better." I leaned down and pressed my lips on her pink cheeks, my hand now resting on her upper thigh, just an inch or so from her vagina. "Six kisses for six spanks," she said, as my lips lingered and I inhaled the sweet scent of her young body. Then she rolled over on to her back, the dress up round her waist, the knickers still at her knees. We both gazed at her lovely body until she could no longer decently delay pulling her knickers up, and then she stood up. "Get ready for bed, then come and kiss us goodnight." Reluctantly she went upstairs. "Oh, God," I groaned, "I think I'm in love." I leaned back, my iron-hard cock tenting the front of my pants. "That's a bit obvious," he said, looking at it. "So, you have a collection of pictures of little girls and boys?" "Close to a hundred. Girls about Wendy's age, and boys a bit older, showing off in their underwear, though I do have some naked ones." "Can you email the ones of the boys?" "No problem. I also have some pictures of Wesley naked, and in his underpants." His face brightened. "As soon as I get home, you'll have them." Then Wendy came down the stairs again, in a short cotton nightdress that came down to just below her bum. She'd washed the make-up from her face. She sat on the couch, her back against the armrest, her knees up under her chin. Her vagina was on display, and Kevin came and sat beside me, looking over my shoulder at her. Then, looking away from us, she absentmindedly parted her legs slightly. As Kevin reached across me to pick up the camera from the end table, his hand brushed across my erection. He was letting me know he was aware that I was as hard as a rock. He snapped a picture of her. "One more for your collection," he said, then, to Wendy, "If you do your homework before breakfast then I'll buy you a sexy nightie. You've grown out of that one." "A baby-doll see-through one," I suggested and we got up and followed her to her bedroom. Kevin folded back the bedclothes and she climbed in. He bent down and kissed her. "Goodnight, Sweetheart," he said. "Goodnight, Daddy," I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over her as she put her arms round my neck. I slid my hands under her shoulders, feeling the warmth of her little body. "I love you, Tony," she murmured. From the corner of my eye I could see Kevin going out of the door. "I love you too, my darling." She pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "When you spanked me I could feel your dick. It was stiff. Did I do that?" "You did. You got me all excited." I kissed her on the lips, lingering for a few seconds, then broke away. "Goodnight, my love." I tore myself away and joined Kevin downstairs. We sat on the couch and he said, "Tony, when you were taking that close up shot of Wendy's vagina, you wanted to kiss it, didn't you?" "Was it that obvious?" "I can hardly blame you. If I'd been you, I might just have done it." So, I was not the only one who was a dirty old dog. He had lustful thoughts about his offspring, too. Maybe this wasn't a race, but I needed to put Wesley into the picture as soon as possible. I stood up, my cock still stiff in my pants. "I've gotta go home and have a wank," I said, "or I'll cum in my pants." "And when you wank," he said with a grin, "I can imagine what you'll be thinking about." I laughed and said goodnight. ____________________________________________________ On Thursday afternoon my doorbell rang. I peered through the spyhole and saw Kevin and Wendy. I was wearing nothing pale pink briefs with white trim. I opened the door. "Come on in," I said. "Wanna soda?" "Nice underpants," said Keven. "We're going shopping," piped Wendy. "Daddy's gonna buy me some frillies. Will you come with us, please, Tony, please?" Her little face looked up at me expectantly. "We were in the neighbourhood and she insisted that you come shopping with us," said Kevin. Oh, this was perfect. Just try and stop me, I thought. "I'd be delighted. Just let me get some pants on." I ran upstairs to my bedroom and pulled on a polo shirt, grabbed my pants and was heading downstairs when I heard Kevin say, "Fuck!" There was a pause and then, "Shit! Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can." He snapped his phone shut. "There's a crisis at the office. They want me to go in." Wendy's face fell. "Look, Kevin, I can take her shopping. How long will you be gone?" "Three, maybe four hours." Perfect, at least three hours alone with the little girl I couldn't stop thinking about. "We'll go to the shopping centre," I said, "then come back here and I can cook her dinner." He looked relieved. "Thank you, Tony. She'd have been so disappointed if we'd postponed it." "My pleasure," I said, something of an understatement. "I'll be back around eight. Gotta run." He took off. I stood there still in my underpants, looking at Wendy. She was in school uniform, one of those dresses they used to call a gym-slip, with a square neckline and broad straps over a white blouse. Her ankle socks had been replaced by knee socks which looked just as sexy. "I have a pair of knickers exactly the same colour as yours," she said. "One time I peed in them." "Peed? Why?" "There were three of us, taking a short-cut through the woods and I said I needed to pee, and they said they needed to pee, too. They both pulled their knickers down and squatted, but I just stood there with my legs apart, held my skirt up and I peed through my knickers." "Why didn't you take them down?" "'Cos it felt naughty. They were staring at me." "I would have stared at you, too. Fancy! Little Wendy peeing in her knickers. What a delicious thought. You like being naughty, don't you?" She giggled. I pulled my pants up and stepped into my loafers. "Let's go." ____________________________________________________ In the department store, we browsed the lingerie section. "I like white," I said. "I thought you liked pink," she said. "Your underpants are pink." "But little girls look sexier in white." I took a packet of white stockings from a display. "How tall are you? Five feet to five-two, it says here. These should fit." From another rack I took a white suspender belt. "You select a bra." "I don't have any tits yet." "But you will soon, any day now. Just get something small." "And see-through. I like see-through." "I'd kinda guessed that. Oh, look at these knickers! They're perfect." I held them up, a tiny triangle of perfectly sheer nylon just big enough to cover her bum and another in front even smaller. They didn't have the usual cotton panel in the crotch. "Oooh, yes, let's get those." She eventually found a bra in the child's section, that looked like a miniscule bikini top, with lace round the top edge. Sheer, of course. Then we looked at slips. I picked the smallest half-slip on the rack and held it up, my hand inside. If she wore this under that sheer dress that she'd shown off to us, it would still be possible to see her knickers through both layers. I pictured myself, leading her by the hand on a crowded street, all the men looking at her and wishing they were me. Before we headed to the nightwear section, I found a pair of pale blue satin tap pants that also had white lace round the edge of the loose legs. I held them up for her to see. "They're way too big," she said. "They're not for you," I said. "They're for my son. He likes to wear knickers occasionally. I might even try them on myself. Knickers look sexy on anyone, even me. I'll show you if you promise not to laugh." She smiled. "You can wear them, I wouldn't mind." What Wesley didn't know was that that on a number of occasions, I'd found the two pairs of nylon knickers at the bottom of my underwear drawer, one pink, one blue, stacked in the wrong order. He must have taken them out, presumably to try them on. I'd often pictured how he would look in them. In his own underpants, he could blow my mind, but in knickers, well . . . Before we left, I'd found the perfect nightdress for Wendy. I drove home, impatiently crawling through London's traffic, eager to enjoy our purchases. When we arrived, I dropped the shopping bags on the coffee table in the living room and said to Wendy, "Here's what I'd like to do. I wanna make a video of you taking your uniform off and trying on the sexy stuff. Is that okay with you?" "Oh, yes. That's a terrific idea. Like a strip-tease?" "Eaxactly, a strip tease, then a reverse strip. Let me set up my camcorder. Are you hungry?" "No, let's eat later." She was eager to start and I set up the camcorder on its tripod and put on some classical music, a slow second movement from an obscure concerto. "Okay, we're ready," I said. "I want you to sit on the floor and take your shoes off, then stand up, remove your dress first, then your vest and finally your knickers." "What about my socks." "Leave them until the very last. Keep smiling and talk to the camera if you want. You can say anything you like. Just imagine there's an audience, all eager to see you. Okay, here we go. Action!" She stood there for a few seconds smiling at the camera and said, "I don't like this uniform. I'm gonna change into something else." Then she sat down on the carpet as I tilted the camera, following her. She opened her legs wide, showing off her white knickers and slowly took her shoes off. Then she leaned back, her hands on the floor behind her. "You're looking up my skirt!" she said, with fake annoyance. "I am. I like looking up your skirt. "You don't really mind, do you?" She smiled. "Not really. I'll let you look. You can all look." She was playing to an imaginary crowd. After a pause, she climbed to her feet, reached behind and unzipped her gym-slip. Instead of letting it fall, she took hold of the hem and lifted it over her head. Her blouse became bunched up under her armpits and across her chest as she dropped the dress to the floor, then she smoothed the blouse down. "Now you're all looking at my knickers again. I think they're boring but I know you like them." "We do," I said, playing the part of her imaginary audience. "We love all little girls who show us their white knickers, but none of them as much as we love you, Sweetheart. Take your blouse off for us, please." She slowly unbuttoned it, from bottom to top and spread it wide, revealing her vest, a cotton tank top with lace round the neckline, the bottom of which was tucked into her knickers, then let the blouse fall from her shoulders. She pulled the vest free, causing her knickers to be stretched up with a vertical crease between her legs, lifted it over her head and shook her hair free. She did a pirouette. "Oh, my God!" I groaned. "You are so fucking sexy." "You've seen my knickers before." "And we never tire of looking at them, with you inside them." "Enjoy them while they last, because I'm gonna take them off." She waited for a beat, then hooked her fingers into the waistband and slowly slid them down until I could see her vagina. I zoomed in for a close up as she paused, then zoomed out again as she pushed them down to her knees and let them fall. She stepped out of them, stood with her feet apart and her arms out wide. "Dah-dah!" she sang. "Look at me. I've got nothing on!" "You still have your socks," I said, my voice hoarse with lust. She sat down again and peeled one sock off, her legs spread to perfectly show off her vagina, then removed the other, and fell back, lying there in a pose that just screamed, "Come and get me!" I zoomed in again until she stood up and picked up the packet of stockings and took the celophane off. Sitting on the coffee table, she spread her legs once more and put them on, smoothing them up over her thighs, then put the suspender belt round her waist and clipped the stockings on. They had a lacy trim round the top. Then she put on the little bra she had selected. Her little nipples were perfectly visible. Finally she stood up and drew the white nylon knickers up her legs, turned her back to the camera and pulled them up over her bum. They barely covered her cheeks. She bent down low and I could see both her bum hole and her vagina. She turned back again, and looked down at herself. "You can see my vagina. You like that, don't you, guys." She smiled up at the camera. "We love it, my darling. We want to kiss it." "Later," she said, coyly. "If you're really nice to me, I'll let you kiss it." I carefully took the camera off its mount, trying to hold it steady, then moved it closer and closer, just inches in front of her knickers until the picture went out of focus and I called, "Cut!" and shut it off. "Fan-bloody-tastic," I said. "You're a fucking star! I'm gonna enjoy watching that, over and over." "Will your dick get stiff?" "It's stiff right now," I said, "but I have to cook dinner before your dad gets here." I cooked some pasta and served it with my home-made marinara sauce. Experience has taught me that one should never eat spaghetti in one's underwear, so I gave Wendy a little apron to wear. Now she looked like a maid in a porn movie, demure in the front, and quite erotic from behind. We'd just finished eating when the doorbell rang. It was Kevin. "I got through quicker than I'd anticipated," he said as he came into the kitchen. "Where's my daughter? There's no one here but a French maid." She laughed. "It's me, Daddy. Tony bought me all this great stuff." "Did you guys have fun? Oh, wow, Wendy, look at you! My little girl's growing up to be a sexy woman." She untied the apron string and tossed it aside, standing there for him to inspect. "So Tony bought you these? He sure knows what he's doing, doesn't he? You look adorable. Those knickers are much more attractive than your schoolgirl ones, don't you agree, Tony." "They're sexy in a different way. White cotton knickers will always turn me on." "We made a video, Daddy. You're gonna love it." "I can't wait to see it." "You don't have to wait," I said. "You can't take her home dressed like this, so when she changes back into her school uniform, it will be like watching the video in reverse." "Oooh, yes," she said eagerly, and ran into the living room. We followed hot on her heels. Just as earlier, but now without the camera and the commentary, she provocatively stripped her new undies off, her lewd poses looking almost professional, put her socks on, then her vest and the cotton knickers that I love so much, and finally the blouse and gym-slip. It was just as exciting as the earlier show, and I could see Kevin was entranced by it all, his erection clearly visible. "Oh Wendy, my darling daughter," he said. "You could drive a guy crazy." "She's already driven me crazy," I said, putting her new undies back in the shopping bags. "No girl has ever turned me on like she has." I didn't mention that my experience with girls was pretty much limited to my ex, who was too straightlaced to keep our sex life alive. At that moment however, the doorbell rang again. I went out into the hallway and opened it. It was Wesley. "What are you doing here? " I asked, my delight lighting up my face. "Mum's broken her ankle and had to go to A & E. They're keeping her overnight in case she has concussion so she told me to get a taxi and come here. She said don't bother to go there, she'll be fine. and she'll pick me up from school on Monday. Can you pay the driver?" I stepped to the kerb and paid him off, then came back into the house, flipped open my mobile and called my ex. She told me not to worry. "Just take care of Wesley until Monday." I rang off. Kevin was over the moon because my son had turned up. He gave him a hug and said how excited he was to see him again. "Tony, can I take Wesley to a football match on Saturday? We could all go." "Sure," I said, "but count me out. I hate football." "Me, too," said Wendy. "You guys go on your own." This played into my plans perfectly. The more time Kevin could spend with my son the better and I could spend more time with Wendy. "I'd offer you something eat, but I've nothing that isn't frozen." "I have a casserole in my fridge," said Kevin. "Don't worry about me." "Tell you what," I said, as though I'd only just thought of if. "Why don't you take Wesley home and feed him, let him stay the night and drop him off at school tomorrow? Wendy can spent the night here with me, if that's all right with you?" Kevin instantly agreed. My trap had sprung shut, ensnaring a willing victim. I had pulled it off perfectly. I had swapped my son for his daughter and now she was all mine for the night. Adding to the excitment, I wouldn't know what Kevin was doing to my son, who'd be completely at his mercy. Kevin, as far as I knew, wasn't a child molester, no more than I was, so no real harm would come to the boy. I grew excited thinking about what he might do to him, or even what my son might do to Kevin. "Cool," said Wesley, clearly liking the idea. "Awesome!" said Wendy. "Let's go," said Kevin, taking Wesley by the arm and hustling him out of the door. "Alone at last," I said to Wendy. "We were alone before," she said with a grin. "Yes, but now we have all night. Do you want to sleep with me in my bed?" "Silly question," she said. "Let's go upstairs," I said, gathering up our shopping and took her by the hand. I tossed the packages on to my bed, dropped my pants and peeled my shirt over my head. "I need to pee," I said. "So do I. Would you like to watch me?" "I'd love that. Let's go in the bathroom." Once inside, I took her in my arms and gave her a hug, using the opportunity to unzip her uniform dress, then slid the shoulder straps off and let it fall. As I unbuttoned her blouse, she looked down at the growing bulge in my briefs. "Your dick's getting stiff," she remarked. "It seems to be stiff all the time." "That's because I love you so much. My dick loves you too." She giggled as I took her blouse off, then I sat her on the toilet and kneeled down to take her socks off. "Are you ready?" I asked. "Aren't you gonna take my knickers off?" "No, I want you to pee through them, like you did through your pink ones, okay? Just lean back and let it flow." I waited a few seconds then saw the front of her knickers darken with wetness, spreading out all over the front, and then her pee dripped down from the crotch, splashing into the bowl. I leaned forward, my face inches away, regretting that I hadn't brought the camera. Finally, her flow stopped. "That was exciting, Wendy." "It was naughty. Are you going to spank me again?" "Yes, but not just now. I'll have to owe you a spanking. Maybe I'll spank you when you're daddy's watching. He likes that." She laughed. "Stand up," I said and as she stood, I pulled the wet knickers down her thighs, bunched them up and pressed them to my face, inhaling deeply. Her fresh pee smelled marvelous. Then I tossed them into the washbasin and leaned forward, my hands on her bum, pulling her crotch into my face. She moved her feet apart as my tongue went out and licked her little cunt lips, still wet with her pee. She shivered. "Doesn't it taste yucky?" "No, darling, nothing from you could taste bad. I love the taste of pee. Next time you pee I want to drink it all." "Kiss me there again, Tony. It feels nice." I buried my face between her legs, probing her with my tongue, pushing it inside her as far as it would go, ten, fifteen, twenty thrusts, until my tongue started to ached. Then I came up for air and stood up. Her face was flushed as she looked down at my underpants, stretched over my hard cock. "My turn," she murmured, so I stood up and moved in close, my cock pointing at her face. She pulled my underpants down, letting my cock spring out. "Ooooh, that's awesome!" she gasped. "It's just like my daddy's. Can I kiss it?" Without waiting for me to reply, she took my shaft in her hand and placed a kiss on the tip, then put out her tongue and pushed it where my long foreskin was bunched beyond the end, touching my glans underneath and then her lips surrounded the first inch or so of my dick as I stroked her hair. "Jesus," I said, "You're driving me crazy. Stop now, before I cum." She leaned back, a big smile on her face. "I like your dick. It's bigger than Daddy's." "So your dad likes to show you his stiff dick?" "Once in a while, yes. One time, I thought he wanted me to touch it but when I tried to take hold of it, but he pushed my hand away. I don't know why." "Because he felt guilty. He's your dad and it's not allowed. After I took that close up of your vagina the other night, when you were in bed, he asked me if I wanted to kiss you down there, and he told me he'd wanted to, but daddy's mustn't do things like that to their daughters. I've always wanted to touch Wesley's cock, but he's my son. and I can't. It's a bit too naughty. But I know you're dad doesn't mind if you touch mine." I took her vest off and tossed it into the basin, where I could rinse them out later so she'd have something to wear tomorrow, unless she was prepared to go to school in the skimpy see-through ones. I imagined it, a windy day, her skirt blowing up, a schoolyard full of little boys with hard-ons looking at her vagina. I took her hand again, stepped into the shower and adjusted the temperature of the water. I stood behind her, my cock pressed into the small of her back and soaped her chest, caressing her little nipples, then down to her stomach, spreading suds over her abdomen, then lower and lower until my hand went on to her hairless mound and my finer slipped inside her. She let out a gasp. My finger went all the way in, meeting no resistance. "Does it hurt?" I asked her. "No. A few months ago, Daddy put his finger in there and it did hurt a bit, and I started bleeding. It wasn't my period, I haven't started that yet. Then the next time he did it, it didn't hurt at all. He says he's just making sure I'm washing thoroughly, but I know he likes fingering me." "So do I," I said, pushing my digit in again, then I pulled it out and stroked her lips, finally dragging my finger up to her clit, making little circles round it with my fingertip. She made a little contented humming noise. I put my finger in my mouth, tasting her. Then she turned to face me, took the soap from me and I stood there, letting her soap my chest, my back, my bum, my thighs and finally my cock and balls. She took her sweet time, sliding her soapy hand up and down my shaft as I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. Once more, right on the edge, I made her stop, rinsed us both off and stepped out of the shower and into my bedroom. "You haven't tried on your new nightie," I said, pulling it out of the shopping bag and holding it up. She took it from me and put it on. It had flimsy shoulder straps and was cut straight across the top, with a little ribbon to tie it closed. Below that it was open all the way down. It fell to her hips, short enough to show off her buttocks. It was pale blue and just as transparent as the dress she'd worn on that night when she'd first shown off her knickers. I picked up the miniscule panties that came with it. "Let's not bother with those," she said. "You'll only take them off again." She stood in front of the full length mirror, admiring herself. "It's a pity Daddy can't see me now." "Maybe he can. Does he have Skype?" "He does." I picked up my pants from the floor, found my phone in the pocket and called Kevin. "I want you to Skype me," I said, giving him my address. "There's something Wendy wants you to see." "I will, in just a second, but first I'm dying to tell you what just happened. As soon as we got home, Wesley frantically ripped his clothes off and pushed me to my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth. I sucked him off, Tony, I actually sucked you son off! My dreams came true, Tony, when his cock was in my mouth. It was fantastic. He went wild, fucking my face savagely. He absolutely loved it, and I have to say that his cum is delicious." "Congratulations, you fuckin' cocksucking pervert. Obviously, my son's in good hands." "Okay, now I'm at my computer. Turn yours on and I'll Skype you." He rang off. By this time, Wendy and I had come down the stairs and were in my den. I sat down and booted up. Kevin came on to my screen, dressed in just a pair of pale blue briefs with white trim. "Holy shit!" he said, "You're naked! I've often wondered what you'd look like with no clothes on. The wait was worth it. That's some boner you've got there. Hi, Sweetheart." Wendy came and sat across my thighs, then swung one leg over and straddled me, leaning back against my chest, her legs splayed, my cock hard against her back, her nightie wide open. I put one hand on her chest, gently fingering her nipple, and the other hand down between her legs with my middle finger tickling her vagina. "Do you like it, Daddy? Tony bought it for me." Kevin thrust his hand down the front of his briefs and started stroking his cock. "I love it. You have great taste, Tony." "Speaking of which," I said, "your little girl tastes good, too. I finally got to kiss her just where she likes it." He gave me a huge grin. "And Tony tastes good, too," she said. "I kissed his cock, Daddy. It's enormous, even bigger than yours. Look!" She straighten her knees, lifting her body up so that my cock appeared between her legs. She reached down, took hold of it, bent it forward and sat down again on my stomach. My dick was now poking up between her thighs "Isn't it beautiful?" Kevin was staring intently as she ran her finger tips up my shaft and her thumb over the head of my cock. He let out a groan as he saw her hand press my cock against her vagina. I could feel that she was wet. Her little body was moving back and forth causing my cock to rub against her. "Are you gonna fuck her?" he croaked hoarsely. "Are you gonna put that big gorgeous dick inside her." "Do you want it, my love?" I whispered in her ear. "She does! Of course she does!" cried Kevin, his hand pumping his cock. "Do it to her, Tony. Fuck my daughter!" Wendy straighted her legs, lifting her body up again and gripped my cock firmly, placing the tip against her vagina. "Yes! Yes!" Kevin called and she slowly lowered herself, my cock slipping inside her wet orifice, two, three then four inches. "Oh, Jesus! That's so fuckin' hot. My friend's fucking my kid!" "Does it hurt?" I asked her. "No, it's so . . ." She was lost for words as she lowered herself further until my cock was buried inside her. "Jesus fucking Christ!" said Kevin. "I've never been so aroused in my life. Fuck her! Fuck her cunt! Fuck her fucking brains out." He was almost yelling. Wendy lifted herself up again until my cock, now dripping wet, was almost out of her. I started thrusting my hips up, my cock pistoning in and out of her. Her breath came in gasps and her whole body was trembling. Kevin was furiously wanking himself off, his cock now above the waistband of his briefs, in full view of his daughter. I imagine he'd never done that before, but I was sure he's be doing it again. He was totally carried away. Wendy now sounded like she was crying. "Stop me if it hurts," I said, my breath coming hard. "Don't stop! Just keep on fucking me. Oh, it's wonderful." She looked up at the screen. "Daddy, it's so good. Oh, do it harder, Tony. Fuck me!" "Shit!" said Kevin, "I think I'm gonna cum." I wanted more than anything to make Wendy cum, to have her first orgasm. but it was all too much for me and I couldn't hold out any longer. I felt my own orgasm rush through my whole body, my cock pulsing as I shot my sperm into her, still thrusting, stroke after stroke until I was drained, and then I pulled her body down, put my arms round her and pulled her against my chest. "I love you so much, my darling," I said. "I know, and I love you. I could never have believed how wonderful that was. I'm in heaven." "So's your daddy." I said. Kevin had removed his hand from his underpants. "That was close," he said. "I was right on the edge. I wanted to cum but I'm glad that I didn't. I'm saving it for Wesley. I think he might wanna suck me off." Wendy giggled and slowly climbed off my lap, letting my limp, wet cock fall out of her. "Goodnight, Daddy," she said, blowing him a kiss. "I love you." I got to my feet. "I'm gonna leave my mobile on all night," I said to him. "Call me if anything happens, no matter how late." "I will, my friend. Thank you so much for letting me watch. That was thrilling." "Goodnight," I said, shutting the computer off and following Wendy upstairs. In the bathroom, I wiped off the cum that had dripped down her thighs and wiped my own dick. I rinsed out her underwear and hung them over the heated towel rail so they's be dry for her in the morning. Then I took her into the bedroom. From the shopping bag, I pulled out the pale blue satin tap pants with the lacy edge and pulled them on. "These will be nice and comfortable to sleep in." Wendy didn't laugh at me. "You look nice," she said. "I think my daddy would like you in those." "He would, and I'd like to see him in them. He'd appreciate them more than Wesley would." We curled up together in my bed, her back to me, like two spoons nestling together. My poor cock was aching, having been rock hard for so much of the day. "I wanted to make you cum," I said. To my surprise, she said, "I did cum, Tony. It was incredible." In my frenzy, I hadn't been aware of it. "Your first orgasm," I said. "No it wasn't. I do it to myself with my finger, but it's never as nice as it was tonight." "A finger is nice," I said. "But not as nice as your cock." We drifted off to sleep, two very happy people. _____________________________________________ Sometime in the middle of the night my phone rang. I quickly snapped it open, not wanting to wake Wendy. It was Kevin. "I'm Skyping you," he said and rang off. I hopped out of bed, hurried downstairs and logged on. Kevin was there with Wesley, both in their underpants. "Hi, Dad. Nice knickers." I put my hand down the front of them and gripped my hard dick. "I bought them for you, son. I suspect you've been trying on the ones in my drawer. You should have some of your own. If you don't like them, give them to Kevin. He'll like them." "I love them," said Kevin, "They're adorable." "Sure," said Wesley, "he'll get to wear them after I do. Kevin sucked me off earlier, Dad, and I came in his mouth. It was fantastic. I've been wanked off lots of times, but nothing was ever as good as his blow job." "And now he wants to return the favour," said Kevin, "and he said he doesn't mind if you watch." Wesley nodded in agreement. "Kevin said that sucking a dick is a beautiful experience and that I should try it." "He's right, son, it's a different kind of thrill, making a guy cum." "Like wanking someone off? I've wanked a lot of my friends." "Good for you, son. Is that a boner I can see?" Wesley pull his white trunks down to his thighs, exposing his rock hard cock, sat in the chair and swivelled it sideways. Kevin stood in front of him and let my son pull his briefs down until his dick popped out. "Isn't that a great dick?" Wesley said, looking at me. "Just as nice as yours, Dad." A quick vision of my son sucking me off flashed into my mind and I pushed the thought away. "Here we go." He enclosed his mouth around Kevin's dick, teasing him with his lips, then suddenly took the whole dick all the way into his mouth. It must have hit the back of his throat, but he gave so sign of gagging. He masturbated it with his lips, his head moving back and forth. "Do you like doing that?" I asked him. His head nodded, enthusiasically. Kevin was groaning and moaning as my son pulled back until just his lips were round the head of the dick, put his hand on the shaft and stroked it. His tongue must have been doing exciting things to the glans, because Kevin called out, "I can't hold on any longer! Here it comes!" Wesley continued to stroke him, but took his lips from Kevin's dick and put his head back, his mouth open. Then Kevin yelled something incomprehensible and shot his load, five, six squirts of thick white cum, most of which splashed on my son's face, but enough cum went into his mouth to give him a good taste. Wesley turned to look at me and gave me a big open-mouthed grin. I could see cum on his tongue and some clingling to his lower lip. He released Kevin, who staggered back out of the frame and Wesley put his face right up to the camera. The cum on his face began to drip down. He closed his mouth and swallowed. "That was awesome, son. I'm proud of you. You've made Kevin very happy, and me, too." "You were right, Dad. Cocksucking is a different kind of thrill, even better than being sucked off. I could really get to like it." He ran his hand over his face, spreading cum all over it. I pushed my chair back so the camera could see my knickers and with my hand still inside them, stroking my cock. It only took a few seconds until I came, drop after drop of cum oozing through the blue satin until most of the front of the knickers was soaking wet. I took my hand out and licked it. "See what you did to me?" I said, with a big smile. "Don't wash those knickers, Dad. I'll be proud to wear them with your cum stains on them." Kevin's face appeared on the screen. "Can Wesley stay another day?" "He can stay all weekend, if Wendy can stay with me" He laughed. "Just keep her happy, Tony." "Oh, I will, I will." The end. Comments welcome. Email me at tonywill9999@yahoo.com to find the rest of my stories. All emails will be answered.