Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2011 09:58:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Show us Yer Knickers:  Part 2

It's a couple of weeks later and I've been incredibly busy.  The pictures I
took of Lulu have been posted on a picture hosting website, imsgrc.ru, in
the "kids" section.  I did weed out any photo that could be interpreted as
child pornography, nothing that showed any sex organs, and the nude ones
are either in profile or from the rear.  At a pinch you could call it art,
until you read the text lead that opens the album.  In it, I explain that
this was daughter, that she loves posing, that I'm proud of her, and
viewers are welcome to fantasise all they want about her and I won't be
offended.  I indicate that if anyone emails me, I'll send more pictures
directly to them, which will be rather more revealing than those on the
website.  Any pictures they might want to send to me will be welcomed.  I
was overwhelmed by a torrent of emails.

There were hundreds, many of them were quite crude, saying how much they
would like to finger or lick or fuck her face or her cunt.  They didn't
bother me at all.  Many more numbered how many wanks the viewer had had
while looking at the pictures. These were more enjoyable.  More described
fantasies that I had triggered.  Several were from dads, congratulating me
on having such a beautiful sexy daughter, and saying how much they had been
turned on by her, and many of those had their own pictures attached, little
girls in various stages of undress or nudity, some quite lewd, inviting me
to enjoy them.  Typically, an email would say something like "this is my
preteen daughter, isn't she sexy?  Wouldn't you like to - fill in the blank
- her?"  A few were from dad's who freely admitted to inappropriate
behavior with their daughters, ranging from just looking, or a quick grope,
to having their cocks sucked.  If they talked about outright penetration, I
didn't let Lulu read them.  I don't want to freak her out.  Many of the
pictures were good enough for me to add to my collection of little girl
pics, now numbering in the hundreds, that I have acquired over the years
from the internet, especially from the website listed above.  I showed them
all to Lulu.  I also showed her all the 'naughty' pictures of her that I
emailed back, including the one of her taking a pee, and of her splay
legged nude shots, and of Nick's head between her thighs.  She didn't mind
a bit.

"Are all those guys wanking, just because of me?" she asked one day.

"Absolutely.  You and your knickers.  You should be proud."

"I am, Daddy.  Take some more pictures of me, please?"  How could I refuse?

Today, I get an email from a guy in North London.  His name is Pete.  He
attaches several pictures of a young girl, about Lulu's age, an up-skirt
shot, one of her hanging upside down from a tree branch, knickers exposed,
and several sexy underwear poses.  "This is my daughter, Olivia," he
writes.  "She loves showing off her undies, and more besides.  I've always
wanted to share her with like-minded guys, as you seem to be, but I've
never been able to confide in anyone.  For the first time in years, I don't
feel guilty about my daughter getting me excited.  I confess I've had
several wanks because of your album.  Your daughter is quite lovely.  I
hope you don't mind.  I have more pictures, rather more intimate.  May I
send them to you?"  I don't show this to Lulu.

I immediately reply, introducing myself as Tony, asking for the pictures,
and attach the more extreme of the ones I have of Lulu.  Thanking him for
sharing with me, I confide that I get turned on more by guys' reactions to
her than by Lulu herself, even though she drives me crazy with lust.

He emails me back, and his message includes the information that he had
done rather more than just take pictures of his daughter.  "She likes to be
touched, you can guess where.  She loves my dick and is very happy giving
me a hand job.  I haven't tried oral sex yet, but I'm sure she'd be
willing, though I don't want to push my luck.  I do love her so much."  He
includes a picture of himself; early thirties, slim and good looking.  I
wouldn't mind being fucked by him.  I send him my own headshot and describe
myself as bi-sexual.  "I'd be totally gay if it weren't for my daughter.
She keeps my heterosexual flame alight."  I include my phone number and hit
'send'.

Minutes later, my phone rings.  It's Pete.  "I was hoping you'd be gay," he
says.  "I've been thinking that if you came over and met my daughter, I
might get lucky."

"I'll be the lucky one.  I can come over tomorrow, after lunch."  They'll
be home, it's a Saturday.

"Olivia is looking forward to meeting you.  She's seen all the pictures of
your daughter.  She says Lulu is prettier than she, but judge for yourself.
You'll certainly get lucky with me, and I hope you get very lucky with
Olivia.  She's all yours, as far as I'm concerned.  Just don't hurt her."

"My dick's rock hard.  Tell her I've been thinking about her," I say.  I
write down his address and hang up.



* * *



Later, I say to Lulu, "How would you like to spend Saturday night at Nick's
house.  I have to be somewhere else."

"At Nick's?  Just me?"

"Just you and Nick, together."

She melts.  "Oooh, Daddy, this is gonna be SO good!"

I can image.  I spend the whole night imagining and wanking myself silly.



  * * *



I've packed an overnight bag, and wrapped a little present for Olivia.  I
include my camera.  On the tube ride across London, I select a seat
opposite a guy who has a little girl in tow, about eight years old.  During
the hour long ride, I'm lucky enough to catch a few glimpses of her
knickers up her skirt, just brief flashes of white, quite accidental.  Why
am I looking at an eight year old? I ask myself.  I wouldn't dream of
touching her.  A ten year old, maybe, but she's way too young.  I guess I
just can't help myself.  What would be the lower age limit, just for
looking, I mean?  Anything out of nappies, I guess.  Fuck, I'm a real
pervert.

I walk the short distance from the tube to Pete's place, a small terraced
house in a suburban street.  I knock on the door and he opens it.  We shake
hands and eye each other, with evident delight.  He's pretty hot.  "Come
and meet Olivia," he says, ushering me from the hall to the living room.
She walks towards me, a vision of loveliness, twelve years old, just on the
edge of puberty, slender with big dark eyes.  She's stunning, almost as
beautiful as Lulu.  I take her hand, small and delicate, and feel a little
electrical charge.  She has a lovely smile.

"I've read your emails and seen all your pictures, Tony," she says.  "I
like the naughty ones.  Your daughter is gorgeous."

"So are you, Olivia."

"Sit down," says Pete.  "I'll bring you a beer."  I sit on the couch next
to Olivia.  She's wearing a short flared skirt, a T shirt and white socks.

"I like your socks," I say.  They're much nicer than tights.  In fact I
hate tights."

"So does Daddy."  Pete comes back in with two beers and a coke.

"Which picture of me did you like the most?" she asks.

"The one where you're holding your dress up, showing off your knickers.
Lulu does that, in fact we have a little code phrase.  I say 'show us yer
knickers'. . ." I use the fake cockney again. . ."and she lifts her skirt
up and shows me everything."

"Every time?"

"Every time.  We never get tired of it.  She gets me very excited."

"I wonder what would happen if you said it to Olivia," says Pete.

"Try me," she says.

"Show us yer knickers!" I croak and she laughs, stands up, steps in front
of me and lifts her skirt as high as it will go.

"Dah-dah!" she sings.  White nylon, almost see-through, but not quite.
Pete comes over and sits beside me, to enjoy the view.  "Oh, my God!" I
say.  "I think I'm falling in love."  Olivia grins.

"See what I mean," says Pete.  "She drives me crazy."

"You love it, don't you, Daddy?"  She drops her skirt.  She wants to sit
down, but there's no room on the small couch.

"Sit on Tony's knee," says her dad.  "You don't mind?"

"Yes, sit on my knee."  She sits, sideways and puts one arm round my neck."

"She's getting to be a big girl now.  Soon she'll have a nice pair of
titties."  She giggles.  "Why don't you put your hand up her shirt and let
me know if you think her tits are beginning to grow."  I think I've died
and gone to heaven.  I put my hand up her shirt and I feel some kind of
cotton garment underneath.  I feel her chest and sure enough, there are
small swellings starting to grow.  She leans into me.

I take my sweet time, saying, "I'm not sure.  Let me check again.  Mmmm,
maybe."  I'm caressing first her left breast, then her right, tweaking the
hardening nipples with my fingers.  I drag it out as long as I can, then
say, "I do believe you could be right.  I think you have the start of a
nice pair of titties, Olivia."  I remove my hand.  The big grin is still on
her face.  I look over to Pete, who looks excited.  "I think your Daddy
will like them."

"He likes to watch me undress," she says.

"Yes, he told me."

"I can feel your dick getting hard," she says.  "Daddy likes to show off
his big dick."

"Really," I say.  "How big is it?"

"Show him, Daddy."  Pete stands up and takes off his pants, revealing a
pair of light blue silk boxers, tented at the front.  "Look, he has a
hard-on, as usual."

"Of course he has.  He's just been looking at your knickers.  Pete, I love
the feel of silk."  I reach out and feel his bum, running my hand over his
buttocks, then round to the front and stroke his dick through the silk.
Then I reach in through the fly and pull his cock out.  "Look at that!
That's a beautiful dick.  Do you like it, Olivia?"

"I love it.  Is yours that big?"

"About the same size." Pete sits back down.  I think he wants me to pay
more attention to his daughter than to his dick.

"Which of my pictures did you like the most?" I ask them.

"Well, you looked pretty good in your underpants but I liked the one of
Lulu taking a pee," she said.

"It inspired Olivia to do a little performance," says Pete.

"Shall I do it again, now, Daddy."

"O.K., in the bathroom, everyone.  Bring your camera, Tony."  We crowd into
the small bathroom and Olivia steps into the shower stall and removes her
skirt and T shirt.  In the full cut, white nylon knickers and cotton vest,
which has lace around the scoop neckline, she has that cute 'little girl'
look.  I can faintly see her little crack through the nylon.

Standing with legs apart, she says, "Watch, guys."  I see the front of her
knickers start to get wet and then the stream begins to flow down from her
crotch.  She has her hands on her hips.  I get as many pictures as I can,
some close up from a low angle.  Finally, the stream stops.

"Feel how wet she is," says Pete, and I put my hand between her legs and
give her knickers a little squish.  She pushes her hips out towards me. Her
slit is clearly visible through the wet material.  I bring my wet hand up
to my mouth and lick it.  .

"Your pee tastes great," I say.  "Next time you pee I wanna drink some."
She giggles.

"You need to take a shower now, darling.  In fact, why don't we all shower
together and soap each other down?  Olivia, why don't you undress Tony?"  I
peel my shirt off as Olivia unzips my pants and pulls them down, revealing
my white briefs.  "Nice undies," says Pete.  "Nice body, too."  When Olivia
pulls my briefs down and hard cock springs out, they both gaze at me,
hungrily.

"Oh, that's an awesome dick," says Olivia, "Just like my Daddy's.  I'm
beginning to like dicks."

"I love 'em," I say.  "They taste so good."

"You suck dicks?" she asks.

"Oh, yes, I love a big dick in my mouth.  I'm gonna suck your dad off, and
who knows what else."  I give him a big smile.  "Let's get those wet
knickers off you, Olivia."  I squat down and peel her wet knickers off and
when she steps out of them, I hold them to my nose and inhale the odour of
fresh pee.  I rub them all over my face.  Looking at her pussy, I can see
it's well developed, nice lips and a cute little clit.  I can't wait to eat
her.

"So you're into golden showers?" asks Pete.

"Sure, from a guy or a gal, just hose me down and give me a nice long
drink."  I stand up and pull her vest up over her head and she shakes her
hair loose.  Naked, she's delicious, her budding boobs just perceptible and
her nipples seem to be getting hard.  I pull Pete's boxers off him and give
them a sniff, just enough to let him know I care.  "I love these
underpants," I say.

"They're yours," he says.  "My gift to you."

"Thank you, I'll cherish them."  I toss them on to the vanity and we step
into the shower.  It's a bit crowded for three and Pete turns the water on
and adjusts the temperature.  I grab the soap and start to soap Olivia's
back, down to her cute bum, my hand sliding in between her legs.  Pete
stands behind me, reaches round and starts to soap my cock.  "I can feel
your hard dick between my butt cheeks," I tell him.  "I love the feel of
that.  Is it a promise of more to come?"  I wiggle my bum so he gets the
hint.

"Absolutely," he says.  The tip of his dick is pressed against my arsehole.
I can't wait to be fucked.  I put my hands round to Olivia's chest and soap
her boobs, taking my time and fondling her nipples.  Then I move down to
her tummy, then lower still.  Pete steps to one side so he can see what's
going on.  I look at him and he gives me an encouraging nod.  My hand goes
between her legs and I rub the lather back and forth.  "Put your finger
in," he says.  "She likes that."  I insert my middle finger and it goes all
the way in, meeting no resistance.  She pushes her hips forward to meet my
hand and I finger-fuck her, in and out while Daddy watches.  His cock is
throbbing.  "My God, that's a sexy sight.  I'll be reliving this next time
I have a wank."

"He wanks all the time," says Olivia.  "He likes to wank while I'm getting
undressed.  He likes to cum on my face."

"Does that bother you?" I ask.

"Oh, no.  I think it's fun.  I used to think it would taste yucky, but
actually, it's not so bad."

"I love the taste of cum," I say.

"Spit or swallow?" asks Pete.

"Swallow, of course.  Don't you?"

"Every time."

I pull my finger from her pussy and reach for his cock taking it in my
hand.  "You can cum on my face if you like."  I drop to my knees and take
his dick in my mouth.

"Look, darling, he's sucking my cock.  You're looking at your first
cocksucker."

"Cool!' she says

"I can tell you're enjoying this," says Pete to me.  "Do you like eating
pussy as well?"

"Does the Pope shit in the woods?" I reply.  "Of course I do."

"We might be more comfortable in the bedroom," he says, and we all step out
of the shower and towel off.  Olivia puts her vest back on and reaches for
her knickers, then realizes they're wet.  "Leave your knickers off,
sweetheart.  We want Tony to have full access to your 'gotcha'."

"Gotcha?" I ask.

"It's her pet name for her vagina."

"Lulu calls hers her pee-pee."

"Oh, I like that," says Pete.  "It has a nice 'little girl' sound to it."
We go into the bedroom, which is almost entirely filled by a king-size bed.
We climb on to it, two naked men and a little girl in just her vest.
"Sweetheart, I wanna suck Tony's dick while he licks your gotcha."  Her
face is flushed, but she doesn't hesitate.

"Oh, yes.  Whatever you want, Daddy.  You know I'd do anything to make you
happy."

"And whatever YOU want.  You can say 'no' as well as 'yes'."

"Yes, yes, yes," she says, and lies back on the bed, her legs apart.

"If you make Tony happy, you'll make me happy," he says, "and Tony can't
wait to get his tongue inside you."  I lie down and position my head
between her thighs.  I can fell Pete's mouth on my cock.  He's an expert
and I have to be careful not to cum too soon.  His finger goes into my
arsehole, a foretaste of things to come.  I eagerly lap at Olivia's gotcha,
dragging my tongue up and down and probing her hole.  I can hear her making
little sighs of happiness.  The smell of her sex makes me dizzy and her
hips are thrusting up to meet me.  Her hands are on the back of my head,
pulling me into her.  Suddenly I feel my orgasm coming and there's nothing
I can do to stop it.  I pull out of his mouth, and scramble to my knees
just in time to shoot my cum on to her face and vest.  She laughs.

"That's what Daddy likes to do.  He cums on my face."

Pete looks over to her, puts his arms round her and licks all my cum of her
face.  "You, too, Daddy," she says and reaches down for his cock.  In a few
seconds he repeats my performance, covering her face with large spurts of
creamy cum.  She licks all that her tongue can reach.  "Mmm, it doesn't
taste so bad.  Next time, I'll swallow it all, Daddy."



    * * *



It's bedtime.  We're all going to sleep in the same big bed.  Who knows
what will happen?  After dinner, we looked at all the pictures I'd taken,
Olivia in her knickers and out of them, Pete in his cute silk boxers, rigid
dick protruding, Olivia with pee pouring from her knickers, close-ups of
her gotcha, close ups of our dicks and some perfect shots of Olivia's cum
drenched face.  Later, we left Olivia to watch a DVD while Pete and I
retired to the bedroom and I sucked his cock and let him fuck me, just as
hard and savagely as Nick likes to.  He took his sweet time, having cum
earlier in the day, and he lasted a long time.  My arsehole is sore, but
satisfied.  I came all over my own chest and Pete licked it off.  He
promises to let me fuck him tomorrow, but by now I'm more interested in
Olivia.  She's lying between us on the bed, wearing white cotton full cut
schoolgirl knickers and a lacey training bra.  Pete has a clean pair of
silk boxers in a vivid turquoise and I'm naked, with a huge boner "I'm
falling in love with you," I tell her.  "Do you love me?"  .

"I love my Daddy more," she says.  "I love the way a day doesn't go by when
he doesn't ask me to show him my knickers, and then lets me watch while he
has a wank."

"I think from now on you can wank me yourself," he says.

"Oh yes, and I'll point your dick at my face when you cum.  You like that,
don't you?"  Daddy reaches down and grips my dick.  I slide my hand down
the front of Olivia's knickers and push my finger in her.  She sighs,
happily.  Pete lifts himself up on one elbow and looks at her as she lies
on her back, legs splayed, my hand in her knickers.

 "Oh, yes!" he says, breathlessly.  "Finger fuck her, yeah, like that.
Take her knickers off, Tony."  I take my finger out and suck it. Lovely
taste!  I slide down the bed and pull her knickers off.  Her gotcha
glistens with moisture.

He gets up, straddles her waist and says, "Wank me off, darling."

 She obligingly strokes his hard dick, saying "Cum for me, Daddy, cum on my
face."  Seconds later, his cum is dripping down her nose and cheek, a thick
strand across her lips.  She licks it.  "Yummy!"  We collapse on the bed
and minutes later I fall asleep.



    * * *

It's the next morning and we're at breakfast, all fully clothed for once.
We've all showered and both dad and daughter peed on my face, giving me a
nice drink.  I give Olivia the little present I'd brought for her.  She
opens the wrapping and produces the little see-through knickers that I'd
bought for Lulu.  She holds them up, her hand inside them.  You can see her
fingerprints through the gauzy material.

"Fantastic," she says.  "I love them."

"They're Lulu's" I tell her.

"Try them on," says her dad.

"Yes," I say.  "Show us yer knickers."

She stands, lifts her dress up and tucks the hem under her chin.  Then she
slowly and lewdly pulls her knickers down to mid thigh.  She stands like
this for a few seconds, letting us get a good look at her, then lets them
fall, stepping out of them.  I take the gift from her and hold them open
for her to step into.  I pull them up over her knees and thighs, up over
her hips.  They hide nothing.  I plant a kiss on the front of them.  "You
have to return them to Lulu," I say.  "Return them in person.  Can you both
come over next weekend.  I know she'll love to meet you and show you her
knickers."

"Oh, absolutely," says Pete. "Next Saturday.  We'll bring lots of clean
underwear."

"At the very least, you'll become well acquainted with her knickers.  Who
knows what else my happen?"

"Can I wear these to school on Monday, Daddy?"

"Why, sweetheart?"

"I sit on the front row in class and I drive the men teachers crazy when I
let them look up my skirt.  They'll never get another view like this
again."

 "Of course you can.  Nobody's gonna report you, are they?  Maybe this is
why you're getting such good test scores."  We laugh, but he's probably
right.

My overnight bag is packed and now includes Pete's blue silk boxers.  He's
accepted a pair of my white briefs in exchange.  "I love wearing another
guy's underpants," he says.  "My cock nestling where your cock was moments
before.  It's so intimate."  We go into the hall and Pete opens his front
door for me.  Olivia still has her dress tucked up under her chin.  People
are passing in the street and can see her.  We don't care.  In fact, we
love it.

I say goodbye and start walking to the tube station, my dick stirring in my
pants, thinking about how Lulu will react to my new pictures.  How much
will I tell her?  I wonder how she got on with Nick during her overnight
stay.  Is my daughter still a virgin?  I hope so.  I want to be there when
she loses it, taking pictures of her, cumming in my pants.  I'm hard during
the whole ride home.



To be continued.

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