Date: Sun, 16 Sep 2012 10:23:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Tony Williams Subject: Pink Satin Pink Satin I'm sitting in a pub with Mack, a guy who's taxes I prepare every year. He's just asked me to help him again this year. "All the paperwork is jumbled up in a couple of cardboard boxes. It'll take some sorting out." "That's what I do," I say. "When can you start, Tony?" "Let me see. I can finish this pint in about three minutes and we can walk over to your place and I can get a preliminary look." "Perfect. Titty's home. She'll be happy to see you." Titty, short for Tatyana, is his preteen daughter, though I imagine they'll drop the nickname in a year or so when she starts to grow real tits. "Your daughter is the prettiest girl in the world," I say, with total sincerity. She really is fucking gorgeous, with her big dark eyes, kissable lips and the face of an angel. "How old is she now?" "Twelve next month, and an absolute tease." "Yeah, she always was a bit of a show off." "The last time you saw her, last year, when she was doing all that gymnastic stuff in the garden, hanging upside down and doing handstands, showing off her knickers, well, it's got a lot worse since then." "Worse?" "Not that I'm complaining," he hastily adds. "I happen to like knickers. In fact I'm kinda obsessed with them. I even wear them on occasions. I suppose I should do something to discourage her from all that exhibitionism, but I have to confess I enjoy it too much." He grins at me, sheepishly. "For example, I'll be in the bathroom brushing my teeth and she'll walk in, lift her skirt, pull her knickers down to her ankles and take a pee, leaning back with her legs wide apart, showing everything, with a big smile on her face while I stare at her. Do I sound weird to you?" "Not a bit," I say with an encouraging smile. "I like to watch a girl take a pee. And I'm crazy about knickers myself. I'm the quintessential upskirt man. I'll look up any skirt, nuns, Scotsmen, anything." "Schoolgirls?" I laugh. "Of course. All guys like schoolgirls." "With white socks and white knickers?" he says, grinning. "Absolutely. The white socks add the perfect touch. And you're right about Titty being a tease. Last year she put on quite a show." "I could see you looking at her. Your eyes were popping out of your head." He's still grinning so I know he's not pissed at me. "You're not the only one. My brother can hardly keep his hands off her, in fact, he's copped a feel a couple of times." "That's not good," I say. "Oh, it's no big deal. Nothing freaks her out and she knows when to say 'no'. Anyway, I kinda get turned on when guys lust after her. It makes me feel less guilty about the way I'm obsessed by her underwear." "I think I know how you feel. My ex-wife used to wear a white linen skirt and you could clearly see her knickers through it. We'd be out and about and all the guys would be eyeing her arse. I loved it. I'd fantasise about bringing a guy home and having her do a strip-tease for him, and my cock would get hard in my pants, just from thinking about it. One time we were in a jewelry store and she was bending over a display case and a bloke standing next to me whispered, 'Look at that! You can see her knickers. I'd love to rip them off her and fuck her right there on the counter.' He thought I was just a bystander. 'So would I," I told him, 'but I'll have to wait until we get home. She's my wife.' He tried to stammer an apology, but I patted him on the shoulder, gave him a warm smile and thanked him for the compliment. I was so turned on that I dragged her home and gave her a vigourous fuck. She never knew why I'd got so excited." He laughs. "If we hadn't got divorced, I'd have turned out to be one of those perverts who likes threesomes with other guys." "Would you have invited me?" he asks. "Absolutely. You're more than handsome enough." I look into his eyes. Mack is, in fact, quite a stud, and I've always hoped that he has a gay side, so that I can get his pants off and suck his cock, but I've never quite had the courage to make a move on him, but with this "invitation" I've just given him, perhaps he'll get the hint. "I gotta pee," he says. "Me, too." We get up and go into the gent's and stand at the urinal, which is just a long trough, no pee-screens. I look at his cock, uncut, limp, but attractive, nevertheless. He sees me looking then looks down at mine. We shake the drops off, zip up, go back into the bar and finish our beers. "Let's go." he says and as we leave the pub he speed dials on his mobile. "Hi, sweetheart, I'll be home in three minutes. Tony's with me. He's looking forward to seeing you again." He listens. "Wotcha wearing? . . .Okay, bye." He ends the call. "Does she remember me?" I ask him. "It's been a year." "Of course she remembers you. She sounded quite excited." "So don't keep me in suspense. What IS she wearing?" "She's still in her school uniform, with white knickers and socks." I let out an audible groan of pleasure and Mack's grin gets bigger. "Jesus, it's fucking hot," he says, "I can't wait to get home and get out of these jeans." They're nice and tight on his arse, but he'll look a lot better out of them. Even though the sun is low in the sky, the summer heat is like a warm blanket. _________________________________________________________ When we come into Mack's living room, Titty is sitting on the couch, painting her toenails a vivid electric blue. Naturally, her knees are up under her chin and her legs are about as wide apart as they will go. I suspect that the pose is quite deliberate. A five or six year old might unthinkingly sit like that, but she's eleven. Alas, her white ankle socks are lying on the floor, but the display of white cotton schoolgirl knickers is about as good as it gets. She looks up and gives me a big smile. "Hello, Tony." "My God, Titty," I say, "You're even more gorgeous than I remember. You must be the prettiest girl in the world." "That's what Daddy says." I look at Daddy and he's staring at her crotch. He drags his gaze away. "Sit down, Tony, and I'll fix a couple of beers, but first I wanna get out of these jeans. He disappears into the kitchen and comes back, dressed in just a pair of white cotton boxers, with two cans of lager. "Here you go." He hands me one and sits down beside Titty and looks at her toes. "Electric blue nail polish," he says, "same colour as Tony's underpants." "How do you know?" I ask. "In the pub, your shirt rode up at the back and I could see the waistband. They're silk, no?" "Yep. Pure silk. Cost a fortune." "Then let's have a look at them so we can see if you got your money's workth. Get your pants off." Titty grins as I stand and let my pants fall, step out of them, and take my shirt off for good measure. "Cool!" says Titty. "Hot!" says Mack. "I bet they feel good." I step close to him and he reaches out and strokes my bum. "Oh, yeah, nice smooth feel. I gotta get me some of those." "I've got a drawer full. I can give you a pair." His eyebrows go up. "You'd do that for me?" "Sure, what colour? I've got hot pink, though you might think that's a bit gay." "Pink sounds perfect." He turns to Titty. "How d'you think I'll look in pink underpants?" She laughs. "Just like Tony." I take that as a compliment. He turns to me. "She looks good in pink knickers." "You'd look good in anything," I say to her, with my most dazzling smile. Or without anything, I think to myself. Titty finishes painting her toenails and waves her legs in the air to dry them, giving us and even better view of her knickers. Mack picks up her socks. "You wanna change out of your uniform?" he asks. "Yeah," she says, jumping to her feet and taking hold of our hands. "Come and help me choose something to wear." Mack gives me a conspiratorial smile as she drags us up the stairs and into her bedroom. Mack and I sit on the bed and she steps in between his knees and runs her fingers through his hair. His hands slide up the back of her thighs, lifting her skirt, and he caresses her buttocks, not caring that I'm looking. "Why don't you wear that white sun dress, with the buttons down the front, and the pink satin knickers I bought you yesteday?" "Pink satin?" I say. "I love pink satin. I have a pair of pink satin knickers that I wear myself." It's true. I don't confess to wearing lady's underwear to everyone, but this is a special situation, and Mack's already told me he's worn knickers. I'm in a mood to reveal all. "They're like short boxers with white lace round the edge." Titty giggles. "I imagine you look stunning in them," says Mack. "Can I borrow them, sometime?" "Absolutely," I assure him. Now I know things are going to happen between us, but for the moment, we're focused on Titty, who unfastens her skirt at the side, lowers the short zipper and lets it fall. Mack starts to unbutton her blouse. My cock is starting to get hard. He pushs her blouse back off her shoulders and lets it fall, then reaches round and unclips her training bra, and pulls if forward down her arms. Her chest is almost perfectly flat, with perhaps a hint of budding breasts to come, or maybe it's just my imagination. Mack kisses her nipples, first one, then the other. "No tits yet," he says, looking up at her, then turns to me and says, "All the girls of her age wear bras, even when there's nothing to support. I think they look kinda sexy." I run my gaze up and down Titty's slender body, drinking in the sight of her perfect skin, her skinny arms and legs, her narrow hips and, best of all, her sexy white knickers. She sees me looking, smiles and steps away from her dad and fishes about in her dresser drawer, producing the aforementioned satin knickers and holds them up for me to see. They have white trim at the waist and legs. Mack takes hold of them and hands them to me. "Feel those," he says, "silky and sexy, just like your underpants." I rub the knickers over my cheek, then drape them over my shoulder as Titty steps in front of me. "Take her knickers off, Tony," he says, and a thrill runs through me. I can hardly believe that he's actually asking me to pull down the knickers of his little girl, the girl I've been fantasizing about for a year or more. My cock is rock hard and I'm hoping she hasn't noticed it. I look up at her smiling face, hook my fingers into the elastic of the waist and slowly slide them down. Her hairless vagina comes into view and I pause, her knickers at mid thigh. Mack reaches across and rubs the back of his fingers over her mound. "Feel that," he says, "smooth as can be." I'm astonished that a father would invite another man to touch his daughter's pubic area, but I can't turn down his invitation and I put the tips of my fingers on her mound. Not a single hair. "You have a nice vagina," I say to her. "I call it my cunt," she says. I'm shocked. Although the scene is incredibly sexually charged, a near naked eleven year old standing in front of me with her dad looking on approvingly as I touch her private parts, the sound of the word "cunt" coming from the sweet lips of an innocent little girl rocks me back. I let the word hang on the air and look at her face again. She seems unperturbed by the whole scene. I decide that I have no right to be shocked and in fact, her use of the word is exciting. I tug a her knickers so that they fall, and hold the satin ones for her to step into. Her cunt is just inches from my face. I pull them all the way up. They're full cut, coming almost up to her belly button. She steps back to let us look at her. "Fuckin' fantastic," says Mack. "Isn't she sexy?" "Sexy doesn't even begin to describe her. Titty, I think I'm falling in love with you." Her face goes pink and my pulse speeds up. Mack steps up to the closet, extracts a white dress on a hanger and hands it to Titty who pulls it over her head and smooths it down over her body. It's cut straight across her chest with spaghetti straps and comes down to just below her bum. It's way too short, but I don't think any of us care about that. I can see the pink of her knickers through the thin cotton. Mack unfastens the two bottom buttons. "This will make it easier to look up your skirt," he explains. "You never have any difficulty," she says, then turns to me. "He just lifts my dress anytime he feels like it," she says. "Does it bother you?" I ask. "Of course not. My Daddy can look at my knickers any time he likes." I grow bold. "Can I?" "Of course you can." Without waiting, she lifts her dress up round her waist and does a pirouette. It's not just the sight of her knickers that's so exciting, it's her act of deliberately displaying of them. "That's my girl," says Mack, then tears his gaze from her and looks at me. "Just as I thought. You're as hard as a rock." My cock is pointing vertically in my boxers, impossible to hide. "So am I." He leans back and his cock pops out of the fly of his underpants, big, stiff and wet at the end. "You see what you've done to us," he says to Titty. She giggles and says to me, "My Daddy's got an awesome dick," she says. "I like it when it gets stiff like this. It happens all the time." "It's all your fault, you little tease," says Mack. "Let's go into the living room." Titty drops her dress and walks out of her bedroom and we follow her down the stairs, two grown men in their underpants, stiff cocks tenting their underpants, totally in the thrall of a little eleven year old girl. The situation is bizarre, to say the least, but I'm totally turned on. We sit on the couch and Titty sits across her Daddy's thighs, her arm round his neck. He puts one arm round her waist and the other on her thigh. She opens her legs slightly, and the unbuttoned dress shows off her pink knickers beautifuly. His hand slides up until his fingers touch the satin crotch, then he turns and looks at me, then glances down at my tented boxers. "I think Tony's getting excited," he says, and reaches out his hand towards me. "May I?" "Be my guest," I say, leaning back, letting him slide his hand inside over the front of my boxers. He pulls it out of the fly. "Look at this, Titty. Isn't it magnificent?" "It's just as nice as yours, Daddy. I like it." His hand moves gently up and down my shaft, pulling my foreskin back and forth. "She's not stranger to a stiff dick," he says. "Between me and my brother, she sees them all the time." "Uncle Mike likes to feel me up," she says. "Does he, the dirty old fucker?" says Mack. "I suppose you let him." "Only outside my knickers," she says. "You bad girl! I'm gonna have to spank you." Her face lights up. This is obviously a game they play. She stands up, lifts her dress and prepares to pull her knickers down. "Tony's gonna do the spanking," he says to my delight. "Get across his knees." She drops her dress and lies down across my thighs and I pull the dress up and stroke the lovely satin covering her bum. "Pull her knickers down, Tony." She lifts her hips and I pull them down to her knees. Mack slides of the couch and kneels in front of us, his face just a foot away from her bum. "Give her six spanks," he says, grinning at me. I land half a dozen playful slaps on her cheeks and she wriggles about, making fake "Ouch" noises. "Take that," I say, landing the last slap. "You bad, bad girl." She rolls over, her back arched, her hips lifted up by my thighs, exposed from waist to knees, her legs as far apart as the knickers round her knees will allow. I gaze at her vagina, not much more than a little girl's slit, and I'm drooling, my cock rock hard. I put one hand on her thigh and Mack reaches out, takes my wrist and pushes my hand towards her cunt. I can hardly believe he's doing this. My fingers brush her slit and I bend down and place a kiss on her vagina lips. Then Mack yells, "No! Fuck! Fuck it!" and I look up in time to see that he's sitting back on his heels, his hands on the floor behind him supporting his body and his cock is now out of his boxers. A big arc of his cum shoots up in the air and lands on his chest. Another load falls on his boxer and then he starts pumping himself with one hand and the remainder of his cum oozes out and runs over his fingers. "Shit!" he says. Titty looks at him. "What happened?" "I didn't wanna cum but I couldn't help myself. I was just too fuckin' turned on." She looks worried. "Is it my fault?" "No, darling, you haven't done anything wrong. Just remember I still love you." He staggers to his feet and heads up the stairs to the bathroom, presumeably to take a shower. I pull Titty's knickers up and she lifts her hips to let me slide them over her bum, and I pull her dress down. She gets up. "Is Daddy all right? He went upstairs in a hurry." "He's fine. We'll just leave him alone for a little while until he recovers." _______________________________________________________________ Mack cooks dinner, dressed in a pair of clean white boxers and an apron. We sit and eat spaghetti at the breakfast bar and of course Titty manages to spill sauce down the front of her dress and he tells her to go put it in the washer and start the cycle before it stains permanently. She comes back and finishes her meal in just her pink satin knickers. I can't take me eyes off her. When we finish, Mack tells Titty to go to her room and do her homework, as he wants to talk privately with me. "Come into my bedroom," he says, taking his apron off. We go upstairs, and close the door behind us. He lies down on the bed, his hands behind his head. I sit beside him. "I'm confused," he says. "About what?" "Do you think I'm weird, letting my daughter show off like she does, letting you look at her and touch her? Is this normal for a dad to do?' "Normal? Fuck knows. More to the point, does it do any harm?" "It was the most thrilling thing I've ever seen, but after I shot my load, I felt so fuckin' guilty. If people knew, they'd call me an incestuous paedophile." "I'd call you a guy who likes to make his daughter happy, who's giving her a liberal education, letting her grow up in her own way. Of course you felt guilty after you came. I always feel let down until I recover and get hard again, speaking of which . . ." I lie beside him, my cock tenting my silk boxers. "Relax, Mack, you're not much different from me. If I'd known you a couple of years ago, you'd be fucking my wife by now, with me looking on, wanking myself silly. You're just the sort of guy I had in mind when I used to fantasise about threesomes." "You'd have let me fuck her?" "If she'd been willing, yes, but I never got to find out. After she cheated on me, when there was a chance of involving another guy in our sex lives, she fucked off with him. Sure, I'd have let you fuck her. I'd have let you grope her and undress her and eat her pussy and cum up her cunt or up her arse or even cum on her face. I'd have got a huge charge out of watching all that. And I'd be fondling your arse while you did it, too." I look down at the rising bulge in his underpants. At last, he's grinning, the first time he's smiled since he came earlier. "And what else?" "After you made her cum, I'd start on you." "Like . . .? "This," I say, reaching down and gripping his cock through his boxers. "I'd start with a little warm up with my hand, and then perhaps a little suck, just to see how good you taste, then I'd rim your arse, and then I'd beg you to savagely fuck me, as deep and hard as possible while my wife looked on." "And then . . .?" He's grinning from ear to ear. "Then I'd ask what you'd like me to do to you, and I'd do anything you asked me to." "You dirty fuckin' dog!" he says, and he reaches over, pulls my cock from the fly of my boxers and starts to gently stroke it. His touch sends an electric thrill through me. I pull his cock out and fluff up the pillows so we can both look down at the action. "I love a cock in my hand," I tell him. "Me too. I wanna suck you." "I'm a bit too close to cumming. Let's make it last." We lie there, gently wanking each other's cocks. "Are you thinking about Titty?" he asks. "Should I be?" "I hope you are. In fact I hope you'll be wanking off to thoughts of her in the future. I've got some provocative photos of her in her knickers and even naked that I can email you so you can wank to your heart's content, any time you like." "Thank you. Greater love hath no man than he let's his friend wank off to his little girl." Then the door opens and Titty pokes her head inside the room. We freeze momentarily, but our hands stay on each other's cocks. "What're you guys doing?" she asks, as if she couldn't see. I half expect Mack to ask her to leave us but he doesn't. "Tony and I are playing with each others's cocks," says Mack. "Can I play too?" she asks in a little-girl voice. "Absolutely." She jumps on the bed and kneels between us. "Wow!" she says. "Two enormous cocks. They're awesome." "You've seen mine lots of times," says Mack. "He likes showing his cock to me," she says to me, "but I've never seen him squirt so much cum like he did before dinner. That was amazing!" "Some girls would be freaked out seeing that," I tell her. "Not me. I've seen him cum before." "You have?" asks Mack, sounding surprised. "Last week. You were in the shower and I was peeping round the door. You didn't see me." "How did you feel," I ask her, "watching your Dad having a wank?" "It was wicked! I like my Daddy's cock, especially when it's stiff, like it is now," she says. You don't ofter hear an eleven year old girl say that twice in one evening. "Which cock do you like best?" he asks her. We're stroking each other again and the excitement of letting Titty watch us in this 'forbidden' activiity is making my head spin. "They're both beautiful," she says, "though I think Tony's is a bit bigger." She's flattering me, our cocks are the same size. "How would you like to see him cum?" he asks her, excitedly. He seems to be off in his voyeur mode again. "Oooh, yes please." He takes his hand from my cock. "Take hold of it, Sweetheart. That's right. Slide his foreskin back. Now forward again, like that, yes, back and forth. God that looks so fuckin' sexy! My little girl's wanking my buddy. Sweet Jesus, I think I'm gonna cum again." I take my hand off his cock. If he cums before I do, he won't enjoy the show and I don't want to spoil it for him. Titty is staring at my cock as she strokes the shaft, her eyes bright. I gasp and groan, overwhelmed by the sensation of her tiny hand round my dick. "Oh, shit, that feels so fuckin' good! You sexy little darling, I could eat you with a spoon!" She has a huge smile on her face. Mack props himself up on one elbow and brings his face close to my cock, watching intently. I can feel my orgasm building, as though all the blood in my body were flowing towards my dick. "Watch out, Mack, I'm gonna shoot any second!" I expect him to move but he doesn't, and then it happens. My cum rushes down the length of my dick and streams out of the end, up into the air and landing on Mack's face. Titty continues to stroke me as a second and third wave of cum shoots out, and he clamps his lips round the end of my dick to catch it all. "Don't stop, Titty," I croak, and she continues to milk me as her father continues to lap it up, greedily. Finally I'm spent and I lift her hand away and Mack comes up for air. "Holy fuckin' shit!" I say. "I've never cum as big a load as that in my life. You're a good wanker, Titty. You should be proud." Mack makes a show of swallowing. "I'm proud of you, darling," he says, licking his lips, "my sweet little sex-pot." He pulls her down on the the bed between us and folds her in his arms. "I love you so much, pumpkin," he says, kissing her forehead. His own face is still streaked with my cum. "I love you too, Daddy. Can I wank your dick next time?" He looks over at me. "Sure you can, as long as Tony's watching." I have to smile. He's a fucking pervert, just like I am. I love perverts and love being one. I get up off the bed to go and shower and as I leave the bedroom, I turn and look at Mack in his boxers, his dick still stiff and poking out, his little girl in her pink satin knickers lying contentedly in his arms. I'm too spent for it to excite me, but I know I'll remember this sight for a long time to come. _________________________________________________________________ It's the following afternoon and I call Mack at his office. "I can start on your taxes right now," I tell him. "Go on over there. Titty will let you in." "Do you trust me alone with your daughter?" I ask, a smile in my voice. I hear him laugh. "Absolutely not. I'm gonna call every few minutes to find out what's going on. I want full reports, with all the details. I have an important meeting in an hour or so, but I'll get home as soon as I can." We end the call and I head over to his house. Titty opens the door dressed in her school uniform and jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs round my waist. I hold her up with my hands on her bum then let her slide down my body. She tilts her head back and lets me give her a kiss on the lips. "I suppose you're gonna take your pants off like Daddy always does." "Naturally. Why wear pants in this hot weather?" I undress down to my underpants, which in this case, are the pink satin knickers that I boasted about the previous day, and drop my clothes on the floor. "You should get out of that uniform yourself." She grins. "Just so you can watch, right?" "Exactly." "But I gotta pee first." "Your Dad told me you let him watch you when you pee." "I do. You wanna watch me pee?" Fucking stupid question. "Try to stop me," I say and she takes me by the hand and leads me to the upstairs bathroom. She stands lookking at me. "Nice knickers," she says, looking at the vivid pink colour. "You look good in them. Daddy would like them." I lift up the front of her skirt and look at her white cotton knickers. "Yours, too. I like white." I let her skirt fall, unfasten her zip it and let it fall down her legs. Then I kneel and take her shoes and white ankle socks off. She stands astride the toilet bowl. "Sometimes I pee in my knickers. It feels nice and naughty." "And does Daddy mind if you do that?" "Oh, he loves it. Watch." I stand transfixed, my cock getting hard in my underpants as the front of her knickers becomes damp, the wetness spreading until it trickles down from the crotch into the bowl with a sexy tinkling noise. The scene is positively lewd. Before the flow stops, I put my fingers into the stream of pee, then suck them clean. The taste of her pee is marvelous. I stand again and when she's finished, she steps up to me and lets me take her blouse and bra off. I drop to my knees again and kiss the front of her knickers, sucking a few drops of her pee from them, then I pull them down her legs. Her thighs glisten with traces of pee. I take a towel and dry her legs and crotch. Still kneeling, I gaze at her naked body, marvelling at its beauty. I can count her ribs and my hands would touch round her waist. I kiss her belly button, stand, take her hand and lead her downstairs into the kitchen and fix myself a cold beer from the fridge, then we go into the living room. "I have a present for you," I tell her, pulling a small package from the pocket of my pants where they lie on the floor. She opens it and pulls out a pair of pale turquoise knickers, made of a sheer material that will hide nothing. There is no cotton patch between the legs. "Ooooh, see-through knickers. Daddy will love me in these." "So will I. Put them on." She pulls them up her legs and snaps the elastic at the waist. They have tiny white flowers on them and a little bow at the front. Her little girly slit is perfectly visible. She looks at herself in the mirror. "You can see my cunt," she says, and again, her use of the word thrills me. "You know what happens to little girls who wear see-through knickers?" "What?" She looks at me, brightly. "They get kissed!" I grab her round the chest and fall back on the couch and start to kiss her face. She giggles and half heartedly struggles to get away. We roll on to the floor, and I'm kissing her neck, then her nipples. Between pretending to push me away, she's kissing me back, the touch of her soft lips driving me crazy. My hands are all over her, tickling her and pretending to hold her down, but I'm actually taking the opportunity of feel her any place I can, especially between her legs. I swing my leg over her so that her face is buried somewhere under my bum and fall down on her body, my own face between her legs. It's still a game and she's still struggling and laughing. She manages to throw me off so that now I'm on my back and she's sitting on my face. I push my tongue out, touching her any place it'll reach. I feel her cheek against my cock, hard inside my satin knickers. I wonder if she's about to do something to my cock, but my phone rings. I blindly reach out, find my pants, pull the phone out and answer it. Titty lifts herself enough for me to get the phone to my ear. "Hi, Tony, what are you wearing?" It's Mack. "Hot pink satin knickers, with white lace round the legs." "Your voice sounds muffled." "That's because your daughter is sitting on my face." I hear a sharp intake of breath. "What's she wearing?" "Turquoise see-through knickers and nothing else." "She doesn't have any knickers like that." "She does now. I bought them for her." "You can see my cunt through them, Daddy," she calls. "Tony's trying to kiss me and we're wrestling on the floor." "Holy shit!" he says, "and I'm missing it all. I'm gonna cancel my meeting and come right over. I'll be there in five minutes. Don't do anything until I get there." "Not even kiss?" "Only on the lips," he says and hangs up. I close my phone and Titty climbs off me and sits on the couch. "He'll be here in a minute," I tell her. "We have to be good until he gets here." I grab my pants and sit up on the couch. From the pocket I pull another package. "These are for your Dad," I tell her. "Underpants like the ones I've got on." She looks at my midriff. "You're just like Daddy," she says. "Your cock is always stiff. Doesn't it get tired?" "Not when there are little girls around showing their undies." "Why do men like underwear?" "Because showing one's undies is forbidden, and if you show off deliberately, we take it as an invitation." "Oops," she says, "I suppose I do a lot of inviting, but I don't really mean it. I just like to show off, because it gets you guys all excited, especially Daddy. I can tell from the look on his face." "And me." "And I get excited, too. It's fun." "You should be careful. It's okay with your Daddy and me, but you can lead guys on. You might get. . ." "Get what?" "Kissed, you adorable little kitten." I pull her to me, put my arms round her and press my lips to hers. This is more than just a friendly peck, it's a gently, loving, lingering mouth caress, the tip of my tongue running over her lips, my arms holding her in a tight embrace. I break away. "I could really fall in love with you," I whisper. Her arms tighten round me. Then we hear the front door open and I release her and let her stand up. Mack comes into the room and his jaw drops as she stands there, feet apart, arms spread wide. "Look at me, Daddy! You like my new knickers that Tony bought for me? You can see my cunt." "I can, and it's the most beautiful cunt in the world. Well done, Tony, and thank you for taking care of my little girl. I like what you're wearing, you slut." "He watched me pee through my white knickers, Daddy. He even tasted it!" "Then he's a dirty old man." "Not so old," I remark. "Get your pants off. I've got a present for you." He strips down to his white boxers and I hand him the package. He pulls out the underpants, exactly the same as the ones I wore yesteday. "Used, but freshly laundered," I tell him. "I love wearing another man's underpants," he says. "It's so intimate." I feel the same way. I sit down and he steps up to me and lets me pull his boxers down. His cock is already hard. I pull the pink ones up his legs and give the tip of his cock a little kiss before it disappears. "Now you're properly dressed." I tell him. "So Titty was sitting on your face when I called? Show me." I lie on the floor and she sits astride me, and I run my hands over her bum and up her back. I feel his hand reach inside the fly of my boxers and pull my dick out. "Did you suck his cock, darling?" "I was going to, but the phone rang." Then I feel Mack's lips round the tip of my dick and then he takes the whole thing all the way in until his lips are at the base, my glans down his throat. "Ooooh, Daddy, look at you! His cock's all the way in. What does it taste like?" Mack comes up for air. "Fucking marvelous," he says, his voice hoarse with lust. "Try it, sweetheart." She leans forward and I feel the sweet gentle touch of her lips on the end of my dick, and then she takes the tip inside her mouth, and rolls my foreskin back with her lips. With her tongue, she licks my glans causing electric thrills to course through me. She lifts her body slightly so that I can probe her cunt through the flimsy nylon. "Oh, my God!" I hear Mack say. "My little girl's finally sucking a cock. What a thrilling sight! You must be driving Tony crazy!" I let out a muffled groan to confirm his suspicion and flail about with my hands until I locate exactly where he is. I find his hip and from there locate his cock, rigid under pink silk. I extract it and begin to stroke it, and all the while my tongue is working hard on Titty's cunt. Then she lifts up again and his hand comes into view and he pulls the crotch of her knickers to one side as far as it will stretch, inviting me to insert my tongue into her. I push it in as far as it will go, even though it's aching, then pull it out and start to lick her up and down. "Oh, this is too fuckin' much!" he calls, pushing my hand away. "I'm gonna cum any second." I don't want this to happen. I want him to keep enjoying the violation of his daughter. I also want to do some interesting things to his cock, including sucking it and letting him shove it violently up my arse. I push Titty off on to her back and sit up. "Don't you dare cum!" I say. "We want you to stay horny for us, don't we, Titty?" She nods her head. "We need that dick of yours to stay stiff, in case Titty wants to play with it." She grins, clearly not averse to the idea. Mack sits back on his heels. "I suppose you're right. I was getting carried away there. Why don't we all go and take a cold shower.?" We head upstairs to the bathroom and I take Titty's knickers and Mack's underpants off, remove my own knickers and join them under the shower. The shock of the cold water immediately takes the sexual tension out of the scene and though our cocks are still stiff, we're no longer in danger of cumming. We lovingly soap each other all over and I watch as he puts his soapy finger all the way into her cunt. "I taught her to wash herself like this a long time ago, and she especially likes it when I do it for her. Have a go, Tony." I soap my finger and slide it between her legs and into her cunt. She lets out a contented sigh as I push my digit in and out. "Is this what it's like being fucked?" she asks. "Yeah, but fucking is much better," says Mack, kneeling down so he can get a close up view of my finger inside his girl. "Finger fuck me, you brute," I tell him and he stands and obliges, sliding first one, then two fingers up me. "Try three," I ask and he does. "I'm pretending it's his dick," I say to Titty. "I love a dick up my arse. You're gonna fuck me later, aren't you, Mack?" Titty's eyes go big. "Anything for a friend, he says. We rinse the soap off and exit the shower, towel ourselves off and go into Mack's bedroom. "We can't put this off any longer, Tony," he says, then turns to Titty. "It's time you lost your virginity and I can't think of a nicer guy for you than Tony." She looks at me adoringly. "It's not gonna hurt, I promise you." "I don't care if it hurts, I want him to do it," she says eagerly, jumping on the bed and lying down on her back. "Lie beside her," he says. As I lie back, he gives my cock a little suck just to make sure it's perfectly hard. It's been like a rock ever since I got in the house. "It's best if you're on top, darling." She straddles my hips and I feel her cunt lips rubbing against my cock. I reach up and caress her nipples, and run my hands over her flat chest, then down her sides and over her bum cheeks. "You gorgeous, sexy little angel," I tell her, really meaning it. "You're in control, Titty," says Mack. "Lift up a bit." She raises her body and he takes hold of my cock and places the tip to her cunt lips. Without waiting to be asked, she lowers her body slowly and my cock slides into her. Both she and Mack let out a gasp. She lifts again and as she comes down, my cock goes in right to the hilt. "Oh yeah! Yeah!" groans Mack. "Fuck her, Tony! Fuck my little girl! Oh, God, I think I'm gonna pass out!" "Yes, yes, yes!" hisses Titty, her eyes closed, her breath coming in gasps. "Don't stop. I love it! Oh, I love it! Daddy, he's fucking me!" Daddy is speechless. He staring at where my cock is going in and out of his daughter's cunt, transfixed, like he's in another world. He gets up on the the bed and kneels beside my head, his cock, which is dripping with precum, poised just above my face. It's a beautiful sight and I'm amazed that I can be so turned on by a cock and by a little girl both at the same time, but I'm in absolute heaven, Titty's tight little cunt gripping my rigid cock. Her face is contorted with ecstacy and she fucks herself on me. I don't thrust, just letting her do all the work. I don't want my cock to slip out. The stimulation is so intense, I know I'm about to cum and though I try to hold out, it's just impossible. "I'm gonna cum!" I croak, taking hold of his cock and pointing it down at my mouth. "Cum for her!" he calls. "Cum inside my little girl! Fill her up with everything you've got. Make her happy, Tony! Oh, shit, I'm gonna cum myself." Sure enough, a long string of cum shoots from his cock on to my face and I open my mouth in time for most of it to go in. A second, then a third load follows, splattering all over my face and this is enough to push me over the edge and I feel the whole universe rush along the length of my dick and out of the end, into his daughter. Now I start to thrust, ramming my cock up into her as it pulses inside her. I let go of his cock and put my arms round her and pull ber body down on to my chest and stop pumping. We're both gasping for breath and I can feel tears on her cheeks. "I love you, Titty. I'm totally in love with you." "I love you too," she murmers sliding her arms under my shoulders and hugging me. Mack milks himself dry and licks his hand clean. "Jesus Christ!" he says. "That was the highlight of my whole life! Are you all right, darling?" "I'm so happy, Daddy. I didn't know that being fucked would be so amazing. It was like a big wave crashing over me." "I think you made her cum," he says to me. "Congratulations, and thank you." "Thank you for that nice load of cum on my face, Mack. Next time, I want it up my arse." _______________________________________________________________ It's late evening and I'm home, pretty much recovered from the most intense orgasm of my life, and my computer chimes. Someone is Skyping me. It's Mack, and Titty is sitting on his lap with her back against his chest, wearing a tiny see-through training bra, a white suspender belt and white stockings. He's still in the pink, silk boxers. "High, Tony," she calls, cheerfully. "We just called to see if you're alright." "I'm fine. You guys look pretty happy." "Look at the sexy stuff Daddy bought me. After you left, we went shopping. How do I look." "That's a nice slutty look, Titty. I thoroughly approve. Your Daddy has good taste." "I picked it out 'cos I thought you'd like it." She spread her legs wide and shows off her cunt. Mack has one hand on her chest, fingering a nipple and the other on her hip. He slides the hand down her tummy, between her legs and starts to finger her. She wiggles her bum. "I can feel Daddy's cock," she says. "It's not hard by any chance, is it?" She laughs. "Mine is." I angle my lap top to that its camera can see my midriff, my stiff cock poking out of the lacey leg of my satin knickers. "I love your cock. It was so awesome this afternoon when it was inside me. I thought I was gonna die with happiness." "Me, too, darling." "And me," says Mack. "We should make it a regular thing." "Like, I should come over and fuck your daughter any time she feels like it?" "Absolutely. Every day, perhaps." Titty giggles. "You lazy fucker," I say with a grin. "Why should I have to do all the work. Why don't you fuck her yourself?" Titty turns and looks at him. "Yeah, why not, Daddy?" "Right now?" he asks. "Right now, Mack. She's sitting on your hard cock, nearly naked, probably dying for it and best of all, I'm watching. Go for it, Buddy. I wanna see you fuck your daughter." "Oh, yes please, Daddy," she says, lifting herself up, reaching between her legs and taking hold of his cock. In the next couple of minutes, I learn how good it must have been for my friend to watch me as I fucked his little girl. My eyes are glued to the screen as she lowers herself on to her father's cock and takes it all the way in, all the time smiling into the camera. She bounces up and down happily on his cock until he lets out a loud yell and shoots inside her. She lies back against his chest and I look at the shaft of his dick, wet with pussy juice and cum, the tip still up her cunt. The sight is so arousing, that without even touching myself, I shoot my load all over my chest and knickers. "Oh, Daddy, that was so good," she says. "Oooh, look! Tony just came!" My chest and my knickers are drenched with my cum. I was so swept away by my own orgasm that I missed the climax of the action on the screen in front of me. Mack has pulled his cock out and I can see traces of his cum dripping from Titty's cunt. She looks ecstatically happy. "Are you coming over for dinner tomorrow?" asks Mack. "What are we eating?" I ask. "Hot cock and cream sauce," say Titty, with a grin, "and a nice glass of pee." Where does she get this stuff? From her Dad, I guess. The End. For comments, feedback and to find the rest of my stories, email me at tonywill9999@yahoo.com. All emails will be answered.