Date: Sat, 26 May 2012 11:43:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: What Turns Us On

     "Asian women," says my neighbour, Guy. "The petite ones who could be
anywhere from thirteen to thirty."
     "Wearing glasses," I respond.
     "Glasses turn you on, Tony?"
     "I just think they make a girl's eyes look bigger.  Gets my
attention."
     Guy, myself and his daughter Lydia are sitting under a big umbrella
beside his swimming pool in the back garden of his large house in the
Cotswolds.  It's very hot for a July morning in England.  As always,
Lydia's on the phone to a friend, oblivious of us.  We're doing some
serious drinking, a cooler full of ice and beer beside us.  The topic our
conversation is 'what turns us on?'.  Lydia's topic?  Who knows?
     "Small tits," says Guy.  "Big floppy ones are ugly."
     "Agreed.  How about golden showers?"
     "Definintely.  Streams of hot piss splashing on my body and face."  He
grins.  "I might even drink a little."
     "Underwear, preferably white," I offer.
     "Naturally, for girls, but guys can look good in colours.  Not grey,
though."
     "Pastels or bright colours, yes."
     "Girls in stockings and suspender belts."
     "Lacy bras and camisoles."
     "Slips and teddies."
     "Don't forget knickers," I warn him.
     "How could I forget knickers?  I live for knickers."
     "Shaved pussies."
     He smiles. "Makes 'em look like schoolgirls."
     "Schoolgirls?" I ask, tentatively, after all Lydia is a schoolgirl,
and so is her elder sister.  I don't want to put him on the defensive.  "I
didn't know you were into schoolgirls."
     He laughs.  "It's a no-brainer.  All guys are into schoolgirls."
     "With white socks," I say, grinning.
     "Ankle or knee?"
     "Either does it for me."
     "So let's see what we've got," he sums up.  "An Asain schoolgirl,
wearing glasses, with tiny tits, white socks, flashing her white cotton
knickers.  Sounds perfect."
     "Upskirts."  I try to look up Lydia's dress, but the angle is wrong.
No problem, I can be patient.
     He smiles.  "Better than that, how about cartwheels and handstands.
If you're lucky, you get more than just a flash."
     "You're reading my mind.  A nice slow cartwheel or a protracted
handstand, where the dress falls, revealing all, and the whole thing is
just an 'accident', a little girl pretending to be innocent as we dirty old
men gaze at her, our tongues hanging out."
     Guy laughs.  "You must be reading my mind, though that handstand stuff
only happens with the younger schoolgirls.  How young were you thinking?"
     I have to go carefully here.  I don't want him to think of me as a
threat to his daughters.  Lydia has an older sister.
     "Underage, at least."
     "Goes without saying.  If she's not underage, she's probably left
school, and the more senior schoolgirls are long past doing cartwheels and
stuff, and long past wearing white socks, too, so she'd have to be early
teens, at the latest, perhaps even younger."  I look at him as he sits
there, smiling, sipping on a can of beer.  I conclude he must share my lust
for little girls, or we wouldn't be having this conversation.  "Preteen,
even," he adds.  "Lydia does a pretty good cartwheel."  He calls to her.
"Lydia."  She's deep into her phone conversation and waves him off.  I look
at her as she lies sprawled on a chaise lounge, her knees up, underwear
still not quite on show.  If I moved ten feet to my left, I'd be able to
look up her skirt, but I can't think of an excuse to do so.  At eleven,
she's not yet hit puberty and though her chest is flat and her hips as
narrow as a boy's, I can clearly see how beautiful she'll be in a year or
so, when her innocence will be replaced by something more erotic.  "She can
show us later.  How about schoolboys?"
     I hesitate.  Guy has a thirteen year old son, Nick who, at this
moment, is out somewhere with his mates.  He's pretty fucking cute, is
Nick, with his pageboy haircut and big blue eyes.  I wonder what he looks
like in his underpants.  Probably delicious.
     "I'm pretty selective when it comes to boys," I say.  "Slender,
hairless, effeminate looking, and certainly old enough to enjoy a blow
job."
     "How about this?" he says enthusiastically, "an adorable little long
haired schoolboy wearing stockings and a suspender belt, with a little
lacey bra?"
     "And white knickers."
     "Yeah, see-through knickers."  He's laughing.
     "With a hard-on, just to let us know how much he likes dressing as a
girl."
     "That's almost as good an image as the Asian schoolgirl.  Did you ever
get it on with a schoolboy?"
     "Not since I was a schoolboy myself," I say, which lets me off the
hook nicely.  I can confess to liking boys without coming across as
predator.  I'm not lying, I haven't had sex with a young boy in years, but
not for want of trying.  "I was into schoolboys then, lots of them."
     "Boys with white underpants, I suppose."
     "Naturally.  You're not gonna tell me that you weren't?"
     "I definitely was.  Not only that, I was on the receiving end of a
great deal of attention, and not just from boys.  I seemed to attract older
men."
     "Attention from whom?  Teacher?  Scoutmaster?  Oh, I know - your
priest!"
     "All of the above, but on most occasions it was my dad."
     My jaw drops.  "Your dad sexually abused you?"
     "I wouldn't call it abuse.  I didn't resist, in fact I was positively
eager for it.  He taught me how to wank him off, and how to suck his cock.
I couldn't keep my hands off it."  I've always suspected that Guy had a gay
side to his personality and now I'm discovering I was right.  This is
getting really interesting.  I look at him with new eyes.
     "How old were you?"
     "Eleven or twelve."  He seems eager to tell me about it.  "He climbed
into my bed one Sunday morning and started fondling my hard little cock and
gave me my first orgasm.  After that I was off and running.  I used to love
making him cum, letting him spray his spunk all over my face.  Can you
picture it, a cute little pubescent boy with a big smile, cum dripping down
his chin?  That was me.  How about you?  Were you ever 'abused'?"
     "I got groped a few times.  Our gardener once offered me five quid to
let him wank me off."
     "Did you take up his offer?"
     "I jumped at it.  A fiver was a lot of money back then.  It was a
pretty good wank, too.  But mostly, I was enjoying boys of my own age.  I
was a total slut."
     "And now"?
     "Total perverted slut."  We're grinning at each other.  It feels good
to let out my dirty secrets.
     "So," he says, "schoolboys go on the list.  How about child porn?"
I'm kinda surprised by this.  Is he saying that child porn is a good thing?
He continues, "I don't mean that nasty stuff, like little five year olds
sucking some ugly fat guy's dick, no.  I mean pictures of nude lolitas and
young boys.  I looked up the legal definition of child pornography and it
says something about 'the depiction of lewd and lascivious behaviour
intended to sexually arouse'.  Under that definition, some of my pics of my
kids constitute child porn."
     "Yeah, but they're just family photos, aren't they?"
     He laughs.  "You could say that, but when I show them to you later,
you'll see that they're pretty provocative, especially some of the poses
that Lydia adopts."  He call across to her.  "Lydia."
     She says, "I'll call you back," into the phone and snaps it shut.
"Yes, Dad?"
     "Show Tony your cartwheel."  She grins and gets to her feet which
alas, are bare, no white socks today.  I've known her for several weeks now
and I'm aware that she likes me a lot.  She's wearing a white cotton dress
which buttons all the way up the front and is cut flat across the top with
shoulder straps.  She steps away from the pool, takes a little run and goes
into the cartwheel.  Just as I'd hoped, her dress falls down sufficiently
to fully expose her white cotton knickers.  "Bravo!" calls Guy.  "Give us
another."  The second one is even better as she goes over much slower and
the dress falls further.  As she comes upright, the dress is caught under
her arms and she stands there, knickers on full display, grinning at us.
     "Thank you, Lydia," I call.  "That was impressive."
     "Do the crab," says Guy and she obediently does a handstand, holding
it for a second or two then goes right over into the crab, her knickers and
upper body in full view.  I stare at where her underwear has pulled into
the crack of her pussy, giving us a perfect camel-toe.  "Look at that," he
says, encouragingly.  "It's all a deliberate show-off."  She can probably
hear him.
     "Nice and naughty," I say loudly.  She definitely hears that.
     "I'm glad you like her performance," he says.  "I consider it a
compliment."  My cock is starting to get hard and I think Guy has noticed
it.  Lydia comes upright, having done a complete three-sixty, and stands
there for a second, right on the edge of the pool, then her arms windmill
as she overbalances and falls in with a big splash.  I put my beer down and
get to my feet to give her a hand.  She surfaces and combs her hair from
her eyes with her fingers, a huge grin on her face.  Her dress floats up
until it surrounds her.  She's clearly okay, standing in chest-high water
as she lifts the dress over her head, bunches it up and throws it out on to
the edge of the pool, then holds out her hand for me to pull her out of the
pool.  I grip her hand in mine and she braces her feet against the edge of
the pool and laughs as she leans backwards and pulls me in.  My first
thought, as I surface, is thank God my phone is not in my pocket.  "You
little witch!" I call, though I have to grin.  She swims off and I climb
out of the pool and Guy and I stare at the little mermaid in her cute white
knickers, her bum occasionally surfacing.  Guy goes into the house and
returns with an arm full of towels and his lap-top computer, by which time
I've peeled off my shirt and dropped my shorts and I stand there in my
white cotton trunks.  He hands me a towel and I start to dry myself.
     "Take your underpants off and wring them out," he says.  "It's okay,
Lydia's seen a dick before."
     "Lots of times," calls Lydia from the deep end.
     "Whose?" I ask her.
     "Daddy's.  You like to show off your dick, don't you, Daddy?"
     "I do," he confesses.  "But you have to admit it's a beautiful dick,
Lydia."  I've never seen it, but Guy is a pretty handsome bloke and I'm
sure his dick is as attractive as the rest of him.  "Somewhat like yours,"
he says, staring at my cock, as I slide my trunks down.  The shock of the
cold water has caused my cock to return to its customary size.  I let them
look at me for a few seconds as I wring my trunks out and place them on the
hot concrete to dry, then wrap the towel round my waist and sit down on my
chaise lounge.  Guy sits on another lounge next to me me, boots up the
lap-top, opens a file and passes the computer to me.  It's hard to see in
the bright sunlight, but I'm looking at a slideshow of pics of his son,
sometimes in underwear, sometimes totally naked.  Nick, about thirteen, in
white briefs, is adorable with his page boy haircut, and effeminate looks,
just as sexy as I'd imagined.  In some of the pictures he has a hard on and
in one, he's totally naked, his hand on his fully erect little dick,
smiling at the camera.  It's enough to make any boy-lover drool, and my own
cock is getting hard again.
     "I think this qualifies as child porn," I say, calling Guy's attention
to the photo.  "Is he having a wank?"
     "As I recall, he was, yes."
     "It's a pity he's not wearing stockings and a suspender belt."
     "That could be arranged.  I think he might go along with it.  Lydia's
sister's underwear would fit him, knickers and frilly things, stuff like
that.  Nick's about her size.  Scroll on, take a look at the girls."  The
girls have posed in a variety of lewd postures, smiling joyfully at the
camera, obviously happy to be displaying themselves in their underwear.  I
scroll farther and there they are, naked, hiding nothing, standing,
sitting, lying, often with legs spread wide apart, proudly showing off
their sex, sometimes together with their arms round each other, sometimes
individually.  Lydia's sister has cute little tits and has shaved her pubic
hair and I'm hard pressed to decide which of them turns me on the most.
The sister is sexier, but Lydia's innocence affects me more deeply.
     "Put me down as a child-porn lover," I say.
     "I'll email them to you, than you can wank to your heart's content."
     "Better not, seeing as it is actually child porn.  I'll bring over a
thumb drive and copy them, if it's okay with you."
     "My pleasure," he says.  "You'll get a lot of happy wanking from
them."  I wonder how many dads don't mind their sons and daughters being
wanking material for older men and how many fewer are willing to admit it.
"Lydia's growing up fast," he continues.  "Her sister wasn't much older
than she is now when she lost her virginity.  Twelve, she was."
     My eyebrows go up.  I know that girls are having sex at younger and
younger ages, but twelve is pushing the envelope.
     "To whom?"
     "My brother," says Guy.
     "Holy shit!  Your own fucking brother fucked your daughter?  Did you
shoot him?"
     He laughs.  "No, but if I had, I'd have let him off with a flesh
wound.  I wasn't all that pissed, to tell the truth."
     "Not pissed?  I'd have been outraged."
     "Think about it, Tony.  My eldest daughter had reached puberty,
hornymones raging. . ."  (Hornymones, there's a nice word) ". . .and she
was certainly gonna have sex with some dude.  Tell me, which would have
been better, some spotty faced inexperienced little kid who'd cum inside
her within ten seconds, leaving her pregnant and thinking sex is no fun or,
on the other hand, my brother?  He's a mature, considerate, gently soul
who's an expert lover and who cares for her a lot and on whom, I may add,
she had a crush.  Best of all, he's had a vasectomy.  Afterwards, she was
glowing, which was how I found out.  She admitted it right off, so I just
kissed her and told her I loved her."
     "I see what you mean," I said.  "I guess incest is a trait in your
family, what with your dad and all."
     "I immediately put her on the pill.  Problem solved.  No unwanted
pregnancies for her, thank you very much."
     "Does she still have a crush on him?"
     "No, she grew out of it.  She likes boys her own age, now."  That
would be about fifteen.  She must be beating them off with a stick.
     "Where is she, by the way?"
     "She's with my ex for the weekend."
     I feel bold enough to ask, "Did you ever? . . .you know."
    He knows where I'm going with this.  He hesitates.  "I won't say I
haven't been tempted and on a few occasions I came close to copping a feel
but where would I draw the line?  I know that afterwards I'd have been
wracked with guilt and who knows how the kids might feel about it in years
to come.  Admittedly, I don't resent my own father in the least, but that
doesn't guarantee that my kids have inherited the incest gene."
     "Kids?  Are you including Nick?"
     "You saw those pictures of him.  If he were your son, would you be
able to keep your hands off him?"
     "Probably not."
     Lydia is now doing the backstroke.  "Are you worried about your
brother and Lydia?"
     "He's over in the United States, out of the picture."
     "So she's safe for a while."
     He looks at me.  "Unless you have any evil intentions."  I'm glad to
see he's smiling.
     "Who me?  How could you, Guy?  I'm not a child molester!"  My
indignation is faked and he knows it.  He laughs.
     "So why was your tongue hanging out when Lydia was doing her
cartwheels?  What was all that shit about schoolgirls in white socks and
knickers?  You're just as big a pervert as I am."
     "I simply appreciate beauty when I see it," I reply, innocently.
     "Yeah, right!  And that bulge in your shorts was just a bunched up
handkerchief!"  He snorts, derisively.  "And those pictures have got you
hard again.  Let's face it, Tony, you have the hots for her.  Relax, my
friend, when guys get hard from looking at my daughter, it makes me proud.
I'd be insulted if you hadn't got a woody.  Enjoy the show, you fucking
pervert."
     Lydia is climbing out of the pool, her wet knickers clinging to her
body, her sex clearly visible.  She picks up her dress and drapes it over
the diving board to drip dry, then looks at us and very deliberately slides
her wet knickers down her legs and steps out of them.  She wrings the water
out of them and lays them next to my underpants on the hot concrete to dry.
Guy tosses her a towel and she spreads it out behind her, giving us a final
look before she wraps it round her body.  It's only just long enough to
cover her bum.  She sits on Guy's knee and with another towel, she starts
to dry her hair.  "Was Tony's looking at those pictures?" she asks.
     "He was, Sweetheart."  The he leans close and murmurs in her ear, "and
he got a hard-on."
     "Ooooh, Tony!"  Is she blushing?  It's hard to tell, but she certainly
isn't offended.
     "You're adorable, Lydia," I tell her.  "You're the prettiest girl I
know."
     "He means the sexiest girl he knows," says Guy.
     "I like posing for pictures," she says, "the naughtier the better.
Can I pose for you, Tony?"  The eager look on her face makes me think I've
died and gone to heaven.
    Before I can reply, Guy says, "You're getting heavy.  Why don't you go
and sit on Tony's lap."  She stands, the front of her towel parting to
reveal her hairless little slit and comes to sit crosswise on my thighs,
her arm round my neck.  I put one arm round her back and the other round
her waist.  By 'accident' my hand goes inside the towel, opening it
further.  Her thigh presses against my boner.  I lean back and she leans
with me, her head on my chest.
     I whisper into her ear, "Of course you can pose for me, you darling
little girl."
     She whispers back, "You can take close ups of me, you know, pictures
of my cunt." I'm thrilled by her use of the 'C' word.  Coming from an
eleven year old girl, it's deliciously shocking.  Guy is watching us, not
in the least alarmed that his near naked neighbour has his near naked
daughter on his thighs, an erection tenting his towel.  She gets up from my
lap.
     "I'm gonna go get the camera," she says and disappears into the house.
     "Look at you," says Guy, a big grin on his face, "hard as a rock.
Let's get a closer look at it."  He reaches across, jerks the towel off me
and gazes at my cock.  "That's a fucking beauty!" he says.  I try to grab
the towel back from him but he throws it to one side, too far to reach.  I
lie back on the lounge.  If they want to look at my cock, then so be it.  I
might as well enjoy it.  I feel strangely excited, willing to go along with
any fiendish plot that Guy might spring on me.  Looking across at him, I
can see a distinct bulge in his shorts.  I guess he's coming on to me.  I
don't have a problem with that.
     Lydia comes back out into the garden, one hand holding a camera, the
other clutching her towel which is threatening to fall off.  "Oh, look,"
she calls, looking at my dick.  "It's just like a cock, only smaller!"  My
face falls.  "I'm only joking," she says, sitting on the edge of the lounge
beside me.  "Acutally, I think it's awesome, just as big as my dad's."
     "Which you've seen, he tells me."
     "He's always showing off his stiff dick, aren't you, Daddy.  He's a
fucking exhibitionist."  It seems the 'F' word is in common use, too.
     "This coming from a girl who likes to do cartwheels," says Guy, "just
to show her knickers to the neighbours."
     "You don't complain," she says, handing the camera to him.  She kneels
down beside me and leans forward, resting her folded arms on my hip, then
lowers her head until her chin rests on her arms.  Her face is about three
inches from my cock.  Her big eyes look up at her father who's aiming the
camera.
     "Lose the towel," he tells her and she wriggles her body, causing it
to fall.  Guy clicks the camera.  "Now I want you to look at his cock
adoringly," he says, adding, "though that won't need much faking."  Lydia
laughs and he takes another shot.  Then he says the something that causes
my heart to start hammering.  "Take hold of his cock."  Lydia needs no
further urging and puts her fingers round my shaft, then starts to move her
hand up and down.  Guy is clicking the camera as fast as he can.  "Oh, this
is perfect," he says, "my daughter wanking off my neighbour."  I'm
speechless, thrills running through my whole body.  Lydia now takes my dick
firmly in her hand and speeds up, making me gasp and groan.  Guy puts the
camera down, slides his shorts off and pulls his rigid dick out of his
briefs.  "Look at this, Lydia," he says, "which dick do you like best?"
     "I love 'em both," she says, her eyes bright, her little tongue poking
out between her lips.
     Guy starts to stroke his own cock.  Judging from the expression on his
face, the sight of his little girl wanking a stiff cock has turned him on.
He picks up the camera again.
     "Sit on his face, Sweetheart," he says.  She straddles the chaise, her
knees beside my chest and lowers her body until my tongue touches her slit.
She lets out a huge sigh as I go to work on her, probing with my tongue and
licking her clit.  Her pussy is very wet.  From the corner of my eye I can
see her dad, camera in one hand as he clicks away, his other hand furiously
wanking his dick.  Then I hear him say, "Go for it, darling," and I feel a
pair of soft lips on my dick.  Oh, my God!  Lydia is sucking me off, at her
dad's urging.  I can't believe this is happening.  How did I get so lucky?
Lydia's tongue is doing fantastic things to my cock, as though she's done
this before.  I know I'm close to cumming and I long to cum in her mouth,
but I think that might gross her out, and I want to know what other ideas
Guy has in store for me, so I push her off and sit up on my elbows.  She
squats beside me.
     "Christ!  I had to stop, sweetheart," I say. "I was within an inch of
cumming."  Guy stops wanking his dick.
     "Me, too," he says.  "Is she a good cocksucker?"
     "The best," I said, smiling at her.  "Where did you learn to suck a
dick like that?"
     "I just went with what felt right.  Lick me again, please, Tony."
     "Hang on a second, I've got a better idea," says Guy.  "You're always
talking about 'when I lose my virginity', Lydia, and my predatory brother
isn't here, and I know you like Tony a lot, so who better than he?  What do
you think?"
     "Ooooh, yes, please, Daddy.  I've been thinking about Tony for ages
now."
     "But I wanna watch," he insists.
     "I don't care," she says, "if Tony doesn't mind."  Mind?  Sure he can
watch.  How could I say no, and how could I have missed it, this sexy
little preteen fox lusting after me?  I guess I'd simply thought that she
was too young, but evidently not.  Now she looks at me eagerly.
     "Climb on top of him, Lydia.  Sit on his hips."  She straddles me
again, this time facing me, my cock flat on my stomach, her pussy on top of
it.  She's so fucking beautiful in a little-girl way and all my supressed
longing for little girls surfaces and I want to fuck her more than anything
in the world.  I don't care if her dad watches, in fact, that will add to
the thrill.  She lifts up her body and Guy reaches out and takes hold of my
dick.  "Let me guide it in.  I've been thinking about this moment for a
long time."  He positions it so that the tip is touching her little girly
slit.  "Now!" he says, taking his hand away and she lowers her body down on
to me, my cock sliding in to her, meeting no resistance.  Her hymen must
has been broken already, by her fingers, perhaps?
     "Oh my Jesus!" says Guy.  "What a beautiful sight."  He resumes taking
pics with one hand and wanking with the other.  "Oh, deep joy, my
daughter's being fucked.  Does it hurt, darling?"
     Lydia, between gasps, croaks, "No," and lifts her body so that I can
thrust my cock all the way in, then out and in again.  Guy puts the camera
down and stands, straddling my head.  It's an unusual perspective, looking
at him in his briefs from between his legs, his cock sticking out of the
fly, his hand stroking it vigourously.  Then his legs go rigid and he
shoots his load, for or five big squirts right on to Lydia's face, and the
site is so fucking erotic that it makes me cum, my sperm rushing up my cock
into Lydia as my hips make the few final thrusts.
     "Fuck!" I groan, "that was magnificent.  Are you okay, Lydia?"
     "Mmmm," she says and collapses on to my chest.  "I love you, Tony."
     At that moment we hear a voice.  "Holy shit!  Tony's fucked my sister!
Is that your cum on her face, Dad?"
     Nick has arrived.

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     It's after lunch and Lydia has recovered and gone off to be with her
friends.  No doubt she's telling them she's just had her cherry popped and
I wonder how long it will be before the cops knock on my door, but then I
can always deny it and Guy and Nick will back me up.  We're in Nick's
bedroom, me in my now-dry underpants and Guy in his briefs.  Nick still has
all his clothes on.  I stand in front of the full length mirror and admire
myself.
     "Look at me," I say.  "Don't I look sexy?"  I slide my underpants down
until they're bunched at the top of my thighs, my iron hard cock pointing
at my reflection.  I put my hands on my butt and thrust my hips forwards
     "Fucking hot," says Guy.
     After this morning's events, I'm eager to share all my dirty secrets
with them.  "I often stand in front of my mirror and have a wank," I say.
"I get turned on by how fucking gorgeous I am."
     "No argument from me," says Guy..
     "You look pretty good for an old man," says Nick.  I guess when you're
thirteen, all adults look old.  I start to stroke my cock.
     "On those many occasions when I'm told to go fuck myself," I tell
them, "I always think, 'if only'.  "Wouldn't it be nice to be able to stick
one's dick up one's own arse?"
     "I can suck myself off," says Nick.  I stop wanking and look at him.
     "Really?  You wanna show us?"  Nick looks at his dad.
     "Go on, son, let's see how you do it."  Nick slides his shorts off and
pulls his cock out of his briefs.
     "I have to get it hard," he says.
     "Let me help," I offer and Guy nods approvingly.  I sit beside him on
the end of his bed and take hold of his cock using three fingers.  In just
a few seconds, he's as hard as a rock and he bends his head down, his lips
just able to enclose the tip of his cock.  We watch for a few seconds.  My
underpants are still down round my thighs.
     "Holy shit!" says Guy.  "I wish I could do that."
     "Me, too," I say.  Nick comes up for air, a grin on his face.  "Bravo,
Nick.  Have you ever been sucked off by someone else?"
     "No," he says.  "All the boys at school are fuckin' homophobes and the
gay kids get bullied, so I'm keeping a low profile."  He doesn't mention
the girls at school.
     "It wasn't like that for me," I tell him.  "I sucked more cocks than I
could count and a lot of them returned the favour."
     "Me, too," says Guy.
     Nick looks at his dad with astonishment.  "You've sucked cocks, Dad?"
     He grins.  "Big surprise, huh?  Sure, plenty of cocks.  You should try
it, you might enjoy it."  It seems he's in a confessing mood too.  "Can I
ask you something, Nick.  Have you ever tried on your sister's knickers?"
Nick blushes, but doesn't reply.  "I only ask because I like to wear
knickers myself from time to time.  How about you, Tony."
     "I'm crazy about knickers," I say.  "I've got a drawerful at home.
Wear 'em all the time."
     "Lydia's knickers would be too small," Guy says, "but her big sister's
would fit you nicely.  Wouldn't he look stunning dressed as a girl, Tony."
     "Oh, my God!  You'd look fabulous, Nick."
     "Let's go and find you something to wear," says Guy.  A few minutes
later, we're back in the bedroom and Nick lets me slide his briefs down and
take them off, then take his tee shirt off.  Naked, he's adorable.  Even
before we start to dress him in white stockings and a suspender belt, his
cock is rigid.  Then we put a skimpy lacey bra on him and a pair of white
translucent knickers, through which his cock is entirely visible.  He looks
at himself in the mirror.
     "You know, I do look pretty hot," he says.  "I could get to like
dresssing up."
     "Another time, we'll doll you up completely, with a dress and
everything.  With that long hair of yours, no one would know you're a boy."
Nick looks delighted at the idea.  Guy takes a lot of pictures.  We tell
Nick how sexy he looks and how much he's turning us on.  I stroke his cock
through the silky smooth nylon, and then he sits on the bed and I sit
beside him.
     "Would you like me to suck you off, Nick?" I ask him.  Guy, sitting
beside us, nods approvingly.  Nick simply lies back invitingly on the bed,
his stiff cock poking from the let of his knickers and I lean down and take
it in my mouth.  I use my tongue to give him one of my world class blow
jobs, then deep-throat him, taking his cock right into my throat.  He
groans and starts thrusting with his hips.  The feel of his cock in my
mouth is thrilling, my excitement made more intense by the fact that his
dad is watching us.
     Guy has pulled his cock from his briefs and is wanking himself,
muttering, "Yes, yes, oh, fuckin' hell, yes!"  He reaches across and takes
hold of my dick and strokes it, lovingly.  He leans in to try to take my
cock in his mouth, but the positioning is awkward and at that moment, young
Nick cums in my mouth, five or six big squirts and I sit up, pushing Guy
away.  I open my mouth to show him his son's cum, some of which is dripping
down my chin.  He grins.  "Fucking awesome," he says.  "You gonna swallow
that?"
     "Not just yet," I mumble, "Gimme a kiss."
     "I don't fuckin' believe this!" says Nick.  Guy sits beside me and we
kiss, his tongue deep in my mouth, sucking as much of his son's cum as he
can.  We break apart as Nick says, "That's fuckin' gross, you pair of
perverts!"
     "Nick'll get over it," says Guy to me, "just as soon as he gets randy
again."  Nick gets to his feet, tucks his cock back into his knickers and
leaves the room.  We lie side by side on the bed, our cocks still rigid.
     "So," I say, "continuing our conversation of this morning, about what
turns us on, I guess we can include cock sucking."
     "Definitely.  Fucking preteen girls, as well."
     "Licking their cunts," I say.
     "Watching them being ravished."
     "And sons getting sucked off."
     "Wanking in front of mirrors," he says.
     "You ever do that?"
     "All the time.  Next time you can watch."
     "And I'll give you a helping hand.  Cock fondling has to go on the
list."
     "Goes without saying.  Speaking of which . . ."  He takes hold of my
cock and I reach for his.
     "Cum swallowing," I offer.
     "Rimming?  I love being rimmed."
     "It would be my pleasure to thrust my tongue up your arse," I tell
him.
     "Just your tongue?"
     "How about my cock?  The cock that just fucked your daughter.  Right
up your arse, as far as it will go."
     He gives a little shiver of delight.  "Sounds perfect.  Undressing a
guy should be on the list, and being undressed."  He lies back and lifts
his hips invitingly, and I slide his briefs down, give them a quick sniff
and toss them aside.  "There's lube on the bedside table," he says, looking
right into my eyes, and spreads his legs, pulling his knees up to his
chest.  Seconds later, the tip of my lubed dick touches his puckered hole
and he calls, "Fuck me, you brute!  Fuck me like you fucked my daughter!
Ram it all the way in!  Oooh, yes, just like that!  Oh shit, that feels so
fuckin' good!"  My cock is now all the way up his arse, having met no
resistance.  Clearly he's been fucked before.  I pound away, trying to
delay my orgasm and he's groaning and gasping, pulling on my hips to try to
drive me deeper.
     "You fuckin' slut!" I say to him.
     "Yeah, I'm a slut, a whore, a fuckin' cocksucking faggot!  Fuck me!
Fuck me!"  Hisvoice is hoarse with lust as I thrust away and I can feel my
orgasm coming, my cum rushing down the length of my dick and into his arse.
     "I've cum," I say, slowing my thrusts.  "I just came in your arse.  It
was almost as good as fucking Lydia."  I pull out of him and collapse on to
my back.  He lowers his legs.
     "That was fuckin' fantastic," he says, "the best fuck I've had in
years."  His breathing begins to slow.  "There's one more thing that goes
on our list of things that turn us on."
     "Which is?"
     "Fucking thirteen year old boys."
     I look at him.  "Any boy in particular?"
     He smiles.  "How about a boy called Nick?"

The end.

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