Date: Thu, 3 Apr 2014 11:41:07 -0700 (PDT) From: Tony Williams Subject: Therapy for an Exhibitionist Therapy for an Exhibitionist "Daddy says I'm a naughty girl, a very naughty girl, but he says it in a nice way. That's why he wants me to talk to you. I've never been to a therapist before. This is a nice couch, am I supposed to lie down on it? No? Okay, I'll just sit. The leather's nice and soft, just like our couch at home. It's almost like being in bed. What am I supposed to do? Answer questions, okay no problem. Daddy says I should tell you everything, even the stuff I'm not supposed to talk about, the stuff we swore we'd never tell anyone. No, I don't mind. If Daddy says its okay, then it's fine. Actually, I've been bursting to tell someone for a long time, so I'm kinda glad to let it all out. What has he told you so far? Confidentiality? Yes I know what it means. It means you can't tell me what he or anyone else had said. Does that apply to me too? Can I say anything I like? Good. Like the confessional, I guess. One of my friends is a Catholic so I know all about the confessional. "Begin? Oh, a long time ago. You probably know I spend weeknights with Mom and the weekends with Daddy. I'm so glad it's Friday and I'll see him tonight. I love him to bits. He's a super dad. Mom tried to stop me seeing him but the court said . . .well, you probably know all about that. Mom can be a pain. She's always nagging me about don't do this and don't do that, and sit up properly with your knees together like a lady and you're not a little girl anymore and people don't want to look at your panties. But she's wrong. Daddy does. He calls them "knickers" 'cos he's from England and he calls my cami a "vest". He's not like her. He lets me use the F word and we eat pizza and all the stuff Mom hates. He hugs and kisses me a lot. I'm always happy when I'm with him. He doesn't care how I sit. I can sprawl on the couch like I am now and if I wanna pull my legs up and spread them, he doesn't care. In fact he likes it. He has a thing about my knickers. He says he's in love with them, so I show them off as often as I can, just to let him know how much I love him. "Yes, it does feel good. You're a woman too, so you must know what I'm talking about, that thrill when you know someone's looking. "One time we were in the living room with his friend Mike, some guy he met in a bar. They were both a bit buzzed. I was in the arm chair with my knees up under my chin and they were sitting on the couch looking at me. "Isn't she sexy?" Daddy says. "Oh, my God!" says Mike. "I didn't know you were into little girls." "I am now." They were talking as if I wasn't there. I didn't mind. In fact, it was kinda exciting. If Daddy didn't want Mike to look at my knickers, he'd have said something. I pretended to read a magazine, but I could see they were both staring at me. Later, after Mike had gone, when Daddy was tucking me in, he said that Mike had called me a fucking prick teaser, but in a nice kind of way. I asked him if he minded. "Mind? Hell no! I love the idea of Mike looking up your skirt, or anyone for that matter. It's like a compliment. It makes me proud to be your dad. I love my darling little prick teaser. You certainly know how to tease me." He kissed me on the lips and said goodnight. I lay there thinking about it. Are all men like Daddy and Mike? I kinda think they are, 'cos one time I checked Daddy's browsing history and he'd been looking at sites that featured little girls in their undies and upskirt pictures. "A lot of men? Most, even? You think so? It's kinda funny in a way. Women, too, huh? I didn't know that. I mean I like looking a my schoolfriends' knickers but I thought that was just me. I've never thought about girls looking at mine. I suppose they do. All my male teachers do. I make a game of it, sitting on the front row with my knees as wide as they will go. It's hilarious. They try not to stare, but I know they can't help looking. Daddy's right, I am a prick teaser, but I love it. "The library incident? Daddy told you about that? It was like this: The library has a reading area at the back, behind the book stacks and it has a long table that goes right across the room. I was sitting at one end, reading a big illustrated sex manual that Daddy had told me to find and read and I'd been there every day for a full week and I'd almost finished it. It was fascinating. Now I know everything there is to know about sex. It did mention pedophilia and exhibitionism but it didn't say anything about little girls showing off their knickers. The book suggested that little girls don't have any sexual feeling before puberty, but it's wrong. I feel sexy a lot of the time which is why I like to show off. I guess I'm an exhibitionist. Anyway, there was a guy sitting at the other end of the table and every few seconds he'd look over at me. I decided to give him a treat, so I swivelled my chair round sideways, slid down until my butt was right on the edge and spread my legs. Then I lifted one knee and put my heel on the edge of the chair and propped the book up on my thigh so that he couldn't see my face. Now he could look all he liked without having to be sneaky. Every so often, I'd peep over the top of the book and I could see that he had his hand in his pocked and it was moving up and down. I knew he as masturbating. "Yes, I know all about masturbation, it was in the book. Me? Of course I do. I'm eleven. I've been doing it for more than a year, now. In bed at night, mostly. It's awesome. It makes me feel all tingly and excited. You, too, huh? Daddy does, he does it a lot, but I'll tell you about that in a minute. Anyway, the guy was pumping away inside his pants. There was no one anywhere near us and we would've heard if anyone came so I thought we were pretty safe. Finally, I heard him let out a big sigh and when I looked, his head was thrown back and his eyes closed. I guessed he'd cum, cum in his pants. "Where did I hear that expression? It's what Daddy often says. "I nearly came in my pants" or "Keep that up and I'll cum in my pants". He says it all the time. It just means he's really excited. "Then the guy got up so I lowered the book and looked at him and gave him a big smile. I wanted him to know I'd enjoyed our little secret adventure, but he just walked right past me and I never saw him again. I knew that Daddy would want to hear all about it, so when he came home, I greeted him in my usual way. As he closed the front door behind him, I lifted my dress up under my chin to show off my knickers. He loves that. "Do you love me, Daddy?" I asked. "More than life," he said. He'd taken his pants off, like he always does as soon as he comes home. He never wears pants round the house. He says they're a pain. Who needs pants in the summer when it's hot? "I gotta pee," he said. "Me too." I took his hand and led him into the bathroom. "You first," he said. I lifted my dress again, pulled my knickers down and let them fall to my ankles then sat on the toilet, my legs spread and started to pee. That's one of the things he likes to do, watch me pee. I could see his dick was getting stiff. "Oh, all the time, especially in the mornings. He says it's stiff when he wakes up and he can't do anything about it. He never tries to hide it. Mom would freak out if she knew. He likes to show it off, just like I like showing off my knickers. I finished peeing, pulled my knickers up to my knees, stood up and pulled them the rest of the way, then I watched as he peed. He has an awesome dick. It's huge when it's hard. I told him I had something to tell him and he said, "Let go in my bedroom." He lay on the bed with his dick sticking up out of the fly of his boxers. I sat down in the chiar beside the bed and then I told him about the guy in the library. I showed him how I'd been sitting, one leg up, knees splayed. His eyes went big with amazement when I told him about the masturbation. "Holy shit! You mean he wanked off right there in the library?" "Inside his pants. I'm sure he came in his pants." "Oh, you little darling, you sexy little fox." He was obviously excited. "You made a guy cum in public. I'm so proud of you. You must have made him very happy." "I gave him one of my classic upskirts," I said, smiling. "It was so exciting. My knickers were wet." He reached out his hand and felt between my legs. I said, "They're dry now, I walked home." "Does he touch me? Once in a while. Just a little caress with his fingers now and again. He likes to fondle my butt and sometimes he puts his hand all the way up my dress and pinches my nipples. Oh, and when we shower together he soaps me all over, even between my legs. Well, yes, his cock gets hard, but then it's always hard when he's in the shower. "Anyway, he took is hand away from my knickers and took hold of his cock. "Are you gonna have a wank, Daddy?" I asked him. I've never seen him masturbate. Sometimes he strokes it just a little, but I've never seen him cum. "I shouldn't, Sweetie, it's wrong." "Go on, Daddy. Do it for me. I wanna watch." "You don't mind?" "Mind? Are you crazy? Of course I don't mind. I wanna see you cum." I was leaning forward, eagerly. "Go ahead, Daddy, wank off for me. Please!" "Just stay like that with your leg up, and I'm gonna pretend I was the library guy. Oh, my sweet darling, you look so fuckin' sexy." He started to stroke his cock as he stared at me, going faster and faster. He was panting and groaning and I wanted to reach out and do it for him, but he said, "Don't move. Just touch yourself. Are your knickers wet?" I told him they were. "Oh, shit! Oh! Ah! Jesus Christ, I'm cumming! Aaaah!" He let out a big whoosh of air like the library guy did and he shot about five or six squirts of semen all over his chest and boxers. It was absolutely awesome! I was so thrilled that I could get my daddy so aroused. It made me feel . . .I don't know how to say it . . .yes, powerful. Like it was me who had made it happen, and I could make it happen again, anytime. Daddy just lay there, trying to get his breath back. I looked around for something to clean him up with, like a towel maybe, but I couldn't find anything. So I just took my knickers off and wiped his chest dry with them. He grinned at me and told me he loved me. He took my knickers from my hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead. I lay down beside him, my head on his chest and watched his dick grow limp. It gets hard a lot quicker than it gets soft. He told me he was all spent and that it would take a little while to recover, so I should put some clean knickers on. This was the first time he's ever masturbated for me. Yes, for me. I know masturbation makes a person feel good but he was showing off his secret self for me, just as I show myself off for him. "Only a few minutes left? I've lots more to tell you. Next week then. Can I ask you a question? Do you like to show your knickers off? So, just occasionally, not all the time, huh? Do you like looking at mine? Don't tell me you weren't looking up my dress, 'cos I've been looking up yours. I like that mauve color. Silk? Oh, that sounds delicious. Silk knickers. Can you lift your skirt so I can see them properly. Oh, they're gorgeous. That's what I do for Daddy every day, lift my dress as high as I can. I like the lace panels at the sides and the little bow on the front. Has Daddy seen them? He says he just likes little girls, huh? I wonder if Daddy will buy me some silk knickers. He says he likes the regular white cotton ones, but silk would be so cool. Can I tell him we were showing off our knickers to each other? Good, I think he'll like to hear that. "Okay, next week then, same time. Thank you for listening to me. It was fun. I've never told anyone all my secrets before, except for Daddy. There's lots more to tell. Bye." _________________________________________________________ "Hello, again. No thanks, I just had a coke. Yes, I came straight from school. This uniform? It's not bad. Daddy likes it. Some of my teachers complain it's a bit too short, but Daddy won't buy me a new one. I think we both know why. Bend down? Okay, if you want. You can see my knickers, can't you? I know, I should be careful, but sometimes I forget, if you know what I mean. I'm gonna lie down with my head against the arm rest. Sure, you can sit at the other end. If you were Daddy, I'd have my knees up and you'd be looking right up my skirt. Okay, if you like. There, are you getting a nice view of my knickers? You know I don't mind. That's why I'm here isn't it, so you can cure me. Really? I'm glad, 'cos I don't wanna be cured. I have too much fun showing off. Yes, I always wear white under my school uniform. Daddy insists. "Before I tell you about last Saturday, during the week I went back to the library again and took out a book about lesbianism. "Lesbian's World" or something like that. It was Daddy's idea, he said it would broaden my mind. I read it from cover to cover. It was fascinating. I had no idea that girls got into such naughty stuff. It briefly mentioned exhibitionism so I guess I'm not the only girl in the world who likes to show off her knickers. "Now, I gotta tell you about Saturday. We went shopping and Daddy bought me lots of sexy underwear, stockings and a garter belt, and some bras and slips and teddies, all sorts of stuff. Lacey things in different colors and a lot of see-through knickers. . .you are? You can see right through them? Can you show me? Oh, I love that color. Wow, I can see your muffin. I know it's a silly name but that's what Daddy likes to call it. I used to call mine my pee pee but he said that was a kid's name. He doesn't like "pussy" or "cunt" so we settled on "muffin". No,don't move. Can I take a picture of you? Of course I won't show it to anyone. Oh, that's a neat pic! Look, you're muffin is perfectly visible. You've shaved off all your hair. I think it looks prettier that way. I'm gonna shave mine when it grows. "Anyway, we got home and Daddy let me model everything, so I stripped of and put the new stuff on, one thing at a time. He took pictures of me. They're on my phone. Here, take a look. Do you think I'm sexy? Which one do you like best? No, you can't say "all of them", you have to pick one. The last one, where I'm totally naked? I thought you'd say that. That's the one Daddy likes best, too. Gimme the phone. Thanks, what's your email address? There, now you can look at them on your own computer any time you like. "So, after I posed for him we lay down on his bed. Yeah, just his boxers, like always. He lay on his back with his cock pushing his boxers up like a tentpole. He had his arm round my shoulder and I laid my head on his chest. Yes, I was still naked. He kept telling me how much he loved me and I told him that I loved posing for him and that I always got so excited when he looked at me in that special hungry way. I was dying to touch his cock, but that time when he wanked off, he didn't let me touch it, so I was hestitant, but then I couldn't stop myself and put my hand inside the fly of his underpants and took hold of it. It was so thrilling, the skin so soft but rock hard inside, like velvet over steel. He let out a big groan and said, "This is wrong, but I can't stop you. I just don't have the will power. You drive me so crazy when you show off, so go ahead and make me even happier than I am now." He was letting me do it! I've always loved his cock, the way it looks when it's hard, when it bounces up and down in time with his pulse, when he pulls his foreskin back and shows off the head, all wet and shiny. I pulled it out of his boxers and slid down the bed until my head was resting on his stomach and slowly moved my hand up and down. I could feel him trembling with excitement and he was making all sorts of gasps and groans. I slowly speeded up my hand and I could feel his hips pushing upwards. Then he said, "Here it comes, my love! Ooooooh." Then his cock swellled and he came all over my face, squirt after squirt, all thick and creamy, lots more than when I watched him do it to himself. I opened my mouth and one blob landed on my tongue. I could feel it on my forehead and my nose and chin and the last few drips dribbled off my hand. I lifted my head and looked at him with my most dazzling smile. I wanted him to know how much I loved him. I licked my lips and swallowed, and he closed his eyes and let out a big sigh. "I'm in heaven, my darling. You've made me so happy. I can't tell you how much I love you. I'm sorry I came on your face." I told him that was the best bit and that he could cum on my face any time he wanted. "Next time, I want you to cum in my mouth," I said. I've never seen him look so happy. "No, I don't think it's wrong. If we both want to do it, how can it be wrong? Guilty? Not a bit. "There's lots more happened since last week. After you said that there are women who like to look up skirts and then you showed me your knickers, I decided I wanted to find out more, so I invited my friend Janet for a sleepover. Everyone says she's the prettiest girl in the class and I agree. Yes, eleven, just like me. I told her that Daddy would probably try to look up her skirt, but not to worry 'cos he does it to me all the time and it's kinda fun and maybe she could go along with it. I treated it like it was a joke. Anyway, when we got home, Daddy was all over her, paying her compliments and giving her his special smile and I began to be a bit jealous, but then I thought about him cumming on my face and I stopped worrying about it. I sat on the couch in my usual way, showing off my knickers and pretty soon she got the message and did the same, and poor Daddy didn't know which way to look. We got talking about gymnastics and had a bet as to who could do a handstand for the longest, and of course you know about handstands. They're the perfect excuse to show off. Yes, white cotton, like mine and Daddy couldn't take his eyes off her. Later, we got into a wrestling match which turned into a game where we were trying to pull each others knickers off. I'd be holding on to mine with one hand and pulling hers down with the other and she'd be doing the same and they'd be half way down and we'd pull them up and so it went. Daddy was taking pictures. At one point she was sitting on my face . . . yes, her knickers were on at that point, and I pushed my tongue against her muffin. She wriggled her butt to tell me she liked it and then I managed to flip her over so I was sitting on her face and she did the same to me. Then I guess we both won, 'cos we were lying there laughing, with each other's knickers in our hands, our dresses right up round our waist and our legs spread, letting Daddy see our muffins as he clicked away with the camera. "Later, in the bedroom, Janet said, "Your dad's cock was hard." I told him it was hard because of her and that she should be proud. She smiled at me. I took my dress off and stood there in just my cotton vest and let her look at me. I felt warm all over. She told me I was pretty. I reached out and lifted her dress over her head. She had on a little training bra that supported nothing. Like me she's flat chested with no pubic hair. We're still both just little girls. I stepped close and put my arms round her, and let her hug me. Her thigh went between my legs. Our lips met and I felt her tongue go in my mouth. We kissed for a minute or so, then broke apart. "It was fun, wrestling, wasn't it?" she whispered. "Awesome, especially when you were sitting on my face. Did you feel my tongue?" I leaned back and looked into her eyes. "I did. You're a naughty girl." "I love being naughty. Take my top off and I'll take your bra off and we'll get into bed and do all the naughty thing we can think off." "Long story short, we ended up head to tail, our faces between each other's thighs, licking each other's muffins until our tongues were sore. I just loved licking her. It didn't taste yucky at all. And she got me so worked up. I must have had three or four orgasms. Oh, yes, I've been cumming for more than a year now. When I masturbate I usually cum. I wondered if I was falling in love with her. Is it possible to love two people at one, Janet and my Daddy? I think I love Daddy more, though. We talked far into the night and I told her how much I loved showing off and she said that she liked to let some people look up her skirt, not everyone like I do, just people she liked. She said the P.E. teacher at school liked to watch her getting changed for gym and she let her. "She can look, it can't do any harm," she said. That teacher had never looked at me, but then I hadn't been putting on a show for her. Next P.E. period, I'm gonna see what I can do. "Do you think I might turn out to be a lesbian? Okay, bisexual, then? You mean I don't get to pick? I wanna be bisexual and so I can still do stuff with Daddy and try other stuff with different girls. "You are? You don't like men at all? You're the first lesbian I've ever met, at least the first who's ever told me. Do you have a girlfriend? How many? Oh, you're even naughtier than I am. You look up their skirts, I imagine. You're looking up mine again. You know I don't mind. If I minded, I'd sit up properly like a little lady, with my knees together, but I'd rather just lie back her like a little slut. Yes, I am a slut. Daddy's always calling my his little slut, but he says it in a nice way. It's one of our little shared secrets. It's his way of telling me how much he loves me. "When I grow up, I wanna be a stripper. Yeah, in a men's club like in "The Sopranos" with a dancing pole and men can stuff bills into my stocking tops. Wouldn't it be great to get paid for doing what I like to do anyway? I'd show off everything, even my tits and my bare muffin. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Daddy is putting a lot of pictures of me on the internet. No, not the nude ones. He says's that's child pornography and he could go to jail. Just the ones up my skirt or in my undies. I can't wait to see them. Just think of all those men looking at pictures of me and stroking their hard cocks. Women too? I suppose so. Maybe he can find a lesbian site to put me on. I'll let you know. "Is it time already? Just when it was starting to be fun. Okay, see you next week. Love ya, Bye." _________________________________________________________ "Hello again. It's hard to believe it's a whole week since I was last here. Uniform? Not today. It's casual Friday and they let us come to school in regular clothes. This dress? I like it too, I like the way it's cut straight across the top with no straps and is loose all the way down. Look, if I stand against the window with the sun behind me, you can see the shape of my body. Isn't that cool? Then if I step away from the window, if you look hard enough, you can see my pale blue knickers through the dress. I thought you'd like that. No, they're not school knickers, not today, they're special. Daddy bought them when he bought all the other sexy stuff. Here, I'll hold my dress up so you can take a look. It says, "Kiss me" on the front. Does that mean kiss me on the lips or kiss my knickers? Either? Well which would you prefer? Oh, you're taking my dress off. Adorable? That's the word Daddy always uses. I'm gonna lie back on the couch and you can kneel between my legs and kiss me. Oh, I can feel your tongue. This is so naughty. Can I tell Daddy? Okay, then, I think he'll get all excited. Mmm, that's nice. I can see down the front of your camisole. You don't ever wear a bra? I guess small tits like yours never droop. Your nipples are much bigger than mine. "Oh, I have to tell you about Sunday afternoon. Janet was gonna sleep over and we were out in the garden, climbing a tree. When we came into the house, Daddy had arrived home from the pub and Mike was with him. They were sitting on the couch, stripped down to their boxers, chugging on cans of beer, as if they'd not already had enough to drink. They smiled at us, more like leering than smiling. Mike was staring at Janet like he wanted to eat her, so I stood behind her and whispered in her ear, telling her what I was gonna do. Then I reached round and lifted her dress up nice and high. Mike nearly choked on his beer. "Isn't she sexy?" I said. "Daddy likes looking at my knickers, so I thought you might like to see Janet's." I thought Janet might be embarrassed but she just stood there, giggling, letting them look. I ran my hand down the front of her knickers and in between her legs. Daddy had a huge grin on his face. "Fuck me!" he said, "you girls have made my cock hard. Is yours hard, Mike?" He reached across and pulled Mike's cock out of his boxers. Mike lay back, breathing hard. Daddy started to stroke Mikes cock. "Look at her," her said, "she's almost as sexy as my own kid. You're fuckin' gorgeous, Janet. I think Mike's gonna cum. Yes, here it cums." Mike squirted big blobs of cum all over himself and on to Daddy's hand. Daddy licked it off, then leaned down and licked the cum from Mike's stomach and then took his dick in his mouth and sucked it clean. I was shocked. "Daddy!" I said, "you sucked his cock!" "Cocksucking can be very satisfying," he said, smirking. Janet's knickers were wet. Later, when we were alone, Daddy apologized, saying he'd had too much to drink. He said he shouldn't have done that in front of us. We were only eleven year old girls. I smiled to mysefl. If my Daddy can suck a cock, why can't I? It might be even more fun than wanking him off. "Oh, I nearly forgot. Something amazing has happened. Today at school, we had a period of P.E. and we were playing basketball and I'd forgotten to bring my P.E, stuff, so the teacher, Miss Grey, said I could play in my dress, so . . .you can guess what happened. I did lots of jumps and twirls and fell down a lot, 'cos some of the boys and several teachers were watching and I wanted to put on a show. Anyway, after the game, I didn't go into the changing room. After all the girls finished changing and left, I waited for Janet and after a few minutes she came out, her face all flushed. "She kissed me!" she whispered, breathlessly. "Miss Grey actually kissed me. I was naked and she hugged and kissed me. I think I'm in love with her." I felt a bit jealous, but now at least she wasn't going to steal Daddy away from me. "She asked me what I wore in bed at night, and I told her that sometimes I sleep naked and she said that she wanted to sleep with me more than anything in the world, so I took a big chance. I said I could tell my parents I was sleeping over with you, but spend the night at Miss Grey's house. My parents never check. Can you believe it? I'm gonna spend the night with her. My knickers are wet thinking about it." "I think I'm the only person in the school who calls them "knickers". Daddy says it's his favorite word in the English language, that's why I use it. Can you believe it? Janet in bed all night with Miss Grey? She's not bad looking, but not as nice as you. She has tiny tits, too, and the body of an athlete. I'm a bit jealous, but then I always have Daddy. "I'm gonna lie down on the couch and I want you to do something that Daddy does for me. It started with back rubs, but then he got more interested in my front. Anyway, he runs his fingertips up and down my body, from my knees to my shoulders, very lightly with a feather touch. He likes to squeeze my nipples and sometimes he gently bites them. All the time he tells me how beautiful I am and how much he loves me. Usually, I'm naked. Okay, slide them off. That's better, I like being naked. Now, stroke me all over. Sometimes, Daddy's fingers "accidentally" brush across my muffin. Actually, he has a lot of accidents, but we pretend that nothing's happening. It does get me excited though. Oh! You just had an accident. A girl might think you were doing it deliberately. Oops, another one. You're being naughty. No, of course I don't mind. Look at my muffin. It's kinda pink. Look as closely as you like, you know I like being looked at. Let me show you what I do when I do it myself. I use my middle finger, up and down like this. Oh, it's much nicer when you do it, even nicer than when Janet did it. Okay, now put your finger in me. No, it doesn't hurt a bit. All the way. Is this what having sex is like? Sometimes I put my own finger in and pretend it's Daddy's dick, but it may be too big to fit inside me. Alright, try two fingers. No, it doesn't hurt at all. It's . . .oh, there are no words . . .oh, my God! Yes, yes! All the way in, do it! It's heavenly! I think I'm gonna . . . Oh, fuck, yes! Yes! Oooooo! Holy shit that was awesome. You made me cum. I just had the best orgasm ever. Look at your hand, it's dripping wet. Wipe it on my knickers. Wipe my muffin, too. "It's time already? Oh, no. I'd better get dressed. Next week, can I make you cum? I'd love to see you naked and kiss your muffin. I like this therapy. You're helping me to grow up. Can you pass me my knickers, please? Thank you. If I arrived home without any knickers on, Daddy might think I'd been doing something naughty. See you next week, Bye. ________________________________________________________ "I was on television! Did you see me? No? I was all over the news last night. The whole school's talking about it. It's okay, Daddy has it all on tape and I'll ask him to give you a copy. Here's what happened. "After school, I told Janet I had a idea. We should climb the water tower. Yes, it's fenced off, but I know how to get through the fence. She said we'd get into trouble, but I said, "How bad can it get? We're just a couple of kids having fun." Long story short, we went to the tower and started climbing the ladder to the top. It's pretty high and it took us a long time. Janet went first and all the way up I had a lovely view right up her skirt. Near the top she started getting frightened, but I said we can't go down now, go on up to the platform. So there we were, standing on this steel grating, leaning on the rail. It was very windy up there and our dresses were blowing up. We didn't have to wait long. First a fire truck came, then a police car. Someone must have seen us and called it in. Then, bingo! A TV truck arrived with a big antenna on a pole. The cop was calling to us on a bull horn, telling us to come down, but I shouted that we were too afraid and we'd need help. A TV man was pointing his camera up at us. "I hope that camera has a good zoom," I told Janet, "'cos with this wind, our knickers are on full view. The whole town can see up our dresses. Isn't this cool?" How high? I dunno, about ten, maybe twelve stories. Pretty high, anyway. A firman started climbing up the ladder, all kitted out in his firefighting equipment except he'd taken off his helmet and gloves. Every time he looked up at us, I nudged Janet. "He's getting a great view," I said. When he got to the top of the ladder, he said, "I can't carry you down, but I'll help you." He took hold of Janet's ankles and guided her feet on to the ladder and they started down slowly. He was looking up at her all the time, his face level with her thighs, the wind whipping her dress around and he must have had the best upskirt show of his life. Finally they got to the ground. I could've climbed down myself, but I wanted to be rescued, so he climbed back up. "Are you nervous," he asked. "I'm terrified. I'm afraid you might look up my skirt." I had a mischievous grin on my face. "I wouldn't do that." "You looked up Janet's. I could see you. Don't worry, I'm sure she didn't mind. She likes showing off her knickers almost as much as I do. Are you ready?" I stood on the edge of the platform, facing the tower, my dress flying all over the place and I felt his hands on my calves. He guided my feet on to the rungs and we started slowly down. I could feel his gaze on my butt. I asked him, "How's the view?" "You can see the whole town," he said, missing the point. Every so often , my butt would bump into his face. When we reached the bottom, I threw my arms round his neck and hugged him. Daddy had arrived and he fought off the news reporters. He was pissed, so was the cop and we ended up in the back of the cop car while Daddy talked with the police. They decided to let us off with a severe warning and he drove us home. "I saw it on the news," he said. " so I turned on the VCR and ran out to the car to come and get you. You guys are famous." When we got home, he played the tape for us. It was awesome. The camera did have a fantastic zoom. It looked like we were just feet away and just like I figured, you could see right up our dresses. "You devious little prick-teasers," said Daddy. "This was all just a stunt to show off your knickers, wasn't it? You were lucky I could talk the cop out of arresting you for trespassing." "I'm sorry, Daddy," I said, not too convincingly. "No you're not. I'm not either. Actually, I'm kinda proud of you. While I was watching you climb down, I could see that fireman with his head practically up your dress, and he was looking up all the time. It was his lucky day. It's not often we get to see the knickers of a pair of eleven year olds on television. This is gonna be all over Youtube. You're gonna be famous." He gave me a big hug, then hugged Janet with his hands on her butt, then drove her home. Yeah it is on Youtube, the whole thing. The whole world is looking at my knickers right now. Isn't that great? "The P.E. teacher? Yeah, Janet stayed the night at her house and no one checked up on her, so she got away with it. No, she didn't tell me any details, but she did have a grin on her face like the cat that stole the cream. She's head over heels in love. "I need to pee. Where's the bathroom? Of course you can come with me. Are you like Daddy who likes to watch little girls when they pee? I thought so. Nice bathroom, with a shower and everthing. You don't want me to take my knickers down? Oh, pee through them? That's really naughty. Only bad girls pee in their knickers. I'll deserve a spanking. Stand? Oh, like this with my legs either side of the bowl. I'd better lift my uniform up nice and high so it doesn't get spashed. Take it off? Yes, that makes more sense. Here we go. It's funny how you can't pee when you want to. If you keep your hand there, it's gonna get wet. Alright, here it comes. This is exciting, I've never done this before. One of your girlfriends did what? On your face, really? Oh, in the shower. Cool! That's all, I'm empty now. How does it taste? You're kidding, pee doesn't taste like champagne. I know 'cos I tasted it one time, just out of curiosity. Now I have to walk home with wet knickers, or take them off and go home with no knickers on. It's windy outside. I think it'd be pushing my luck, though Daddy would like the idea. Okay, let's rinse them. Is that towel rail heated? Will they be dry by the time our session ends? I might as well take my vest off and be totally naked. You can take pictures of me. Use my phone so I can show them to Daddy. "You know what I'd like. I'd love to give you a body rub like you did to me last time. Will you let me? Take everything off. Oh, my God, I just love those knickers. Tap pants? I've never heard that name. They're like jogging shorts with lace round the legs. I can almost see through them. If you sit carelessly and someone's looking up your skirt, they might be able to see your muffin. They're silk, like your other ones. Take 'em off, and your camisole, too. Oh, you have perfect little tits. Can I touch them? They're so soft. Wow, your nipples are hard. Pinch them? Okay. I'm gonna kiss them. Mmmmm. I feel like a little baby sucking on Mommy's tits. This is so cool! Your chest is all pink. Lie back and relax and let me touch you all over. Does that feel good? And that? No, that wasn't an accident, I just wanted to see how wet you are. Can I kiss your muffin, please? Please, I really want to. Oh, it's so beautiful, like a flower. I can smell your sex. No, it's not unpleasant, I like it. It means I'm turning you on. Just a little lick. Mmmmm. Now a big lick. I like your clit, it's enormous. Will mine grow that big? Then will you kiss it and suck it? 'Cos I'm gonna suck yours. Sit on your face? Sure why not. Oh, that feels so good! Your tongue is right inside me. Now what are you doing? Wow, I've never had my butt hole licked before. No, I like it, don't stop. Can I lick yours. Mmmm, this is awesome. I've never ever been as naughty as this. Alright, if you want to, push your finger in. Yes, I'm trying to relax. There it goes, all the way in. Now I know why some girls like anal sex. Lick my muffin again, please. No, I can't pee. I'm empty. Would you really drink it? Next week, I'll save it up for you and we can get in the shower and I'll pee all over you and you can drink as much as you want. I'll let you pee on me too, but I'm not sure I wanna drink it. Oh, you're tembling! Did I make you cum? Wow, that's awesome. Can I tell Daddy? "Oh, shit, is that the time? I don't wanna keep your next appointment waiting. Can you fetch my knickers from the bathroom while I get dressed. What, they're still damp? I can't wear wet knickers, I'll just put them in my backpack and hope the wind isn't too strong. Daddy's gonna love this. See you next week. Bye." The end.