Date: Wed, 29 Feb 2012 09:26:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
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.



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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!



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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.



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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."



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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.



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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.



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