Date: Thu, 3 Apr 2014 11:41:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
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.



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     "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.