Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2017 06:22:54 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Thrill of Being Naked

The Thrill of Being Naked
by Tony Williams

     Although this is a work of fiction, it is not my story.  It's based on
an account sent to me by one of my readers who wants his story to be told
while he can remain anonymous.  His name is Andrew and his daughter is
Phoebe.  I am publishing it with his approval, proud to help a man who is
not so different from me, but who has been badly served by law enforcement
and society.

     I've always LOVED being naked!
     I was standing in front of the mirrored closet doors in my bedroom,
looking at myself.  I slid my white briefs down my thighs, let them fall to
the floor and stepped out of them.  No matter how many times I saw myself
unclothed I never failed to feel a thrill.  I liked to imagine that there
were people out there, people who lived on the other side of the mirror who
watched me, seeing me as I undressed, and admired me, looking at me as I
played with my little cock, watching me as I sat on the end of my bed
wanking, staring at me as I came all over my tummy, smiling as I rubbed it
in so that it dried quicker.  I imagined them cheering as my underpants
fell to the floor, clapping and cheering as I wanked my dick, their cheers
reaching a climax as I came, often on to the mirror itself, so I'd have to
wipe my cum off it with my underpants.
     I was twelve years old.
     My cock was more than half hard and I watched as it's two inches
slowly grew to three and it's angle of dangle changed from droop to
horizontal and then up to forty five degrees.  Now, fully hard, I took it
between two fingers and thumb and began to stroke it slowly, my hips thrust
forward lewdly.  Gone were the days when, just a year ago, I first started
wanking, pumping my cock furiously until I squirted my tiny drops of semen;
now I was a more sophisticated wanker, taking my sweet time, often bringing
myself to the edge of orgasm, then stopping, letting myself cool down and
beginning again.  Years later I discovered that this was a common practice,
called "edging".
     My bedroom door opened.  I wasn't worried.  Mum never came into my
room and I didn't care about Dad seeing me naked.  He loved looking at my
nude body just as much as I did.  He stepped into the room leaving the door
open.  He too was naked, his cock hanging down, his hairy balls swinging.
    "Just as I thought," he said, grinning as he ran his eyes up and down
my body.  "I guessed you'd be having a wank about now.  Don't worry, your
Mum's out shopping.  Don't stop, I'm just gonna get my camera."  He was
back in a jiffy and stood behind me, framing my body (with my beautiful
arse) and my reflection in the mirror and took the picture, as I continued
stroking my cock. "That's gonna look fucking awesome.  Jesus, Andrew, how
did you get to be so fucking sexy?"
     "I think I got it from my father," I said, smugly.
     "Well, I'll leave you to it," he said, patting me on the bum and
turning to leave.  I wondered if he wanted to take hold of my cock and give
me a helping hand, as so many boys and men were eager to do, but he never
tried to, even though I'd have welcomed his touch.  Looking back, I imagine
he was inhibited by the incest taboo, but if he was, it didn't extend to
his obvious desire when he looked at my naked body, and it didn't bother
him a bit when he had the opportunity to show me off to friends and
strangers alike, mostly men, but occasionally women.  He'd invite friends
over and arrange for me to walk downstairs after my bath, wrapped in a
towel and have it "accidentally" fall to the floor.  He'd say, "Look at my
son.  Isn't he handsome?"  I'd bask in their admiration and sprawl on the
couch. legs carlessly spread as the menfolk tried not to drool.  Their
excitement fed his, the more they stared at me the happier he was.
     This was particularly evident when he'd take me and my reluctant
mother to the naturist resort on the Mediterranean coast of France for a
full month every summer.  Mum tolerated it but her enthusiasm was tepid
compared with my Dad's excitement, being around all those naked people,
many of them young couples, a few single men and lots of kids, ranging from
toddlers to preteens and teenaged post pubescents.  I absolutely loved it,
being allowed to hang out naked all day, looking at all those unclothed
bodies, and being looked at.  I liked the younger men and teenaged boys but
the women - not so much.  For some reason I was also drawn to young flat
chested girls who hadn't reached puberty, perhaps because of their total
lack of inhibitions and their careless innocence.  They were unaware that
their little bodies were sexy in their own unique way.
     Best of all, I loved showing myself off to anyone who cared to look.
My tiny cock would start to get hard, though it never achieved flull
erection, so it would still hang down, but look about fifty percent bigger
than when flaccid, so I just seemed like a little boy with a normal cock.
A few times I found myself alone in the sand dunes with another boy or man,
and he'd fondle my cock, or more often I'd instigate the proceedings by
groping for his, and we'd wank each other.  My partner would usually cum
first, perhaps because I was so sexy, and then I'd finish myself off at my
leisure.  Later, I'd tell Dad all about it, to his intense delight.
     So, on the day in question, standing in front of the mirror, now fully
aroused, I fell back on the bed and lifted my legs up above my chest, so
that my imaginary audience beyond the mirror could see my little brown
rosebud.
     "Look, everyone," I said to the hushed crowd, "Can you see my arse
hole?  Perhaps you'd lick it for me, I'd like that.  Wouldn't you like to
put your finger in it?  Are you all perverts who'd like to fuck a little
boy?  Take a number and form a line."  The applause was deafening.  A few
strokes later and I shot my load on to my chest.  Some even landed on my
face.  Dad would've like to have seen that.  Maybe he'd buy a movie camera
and make dirty films of me for his friends.
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     I was almost asleep when the bedroom door quietly opened.  I closed my
eyes and let out a little fake snore.  Dad came in and I felt him sit on
the edge of the bed.  He carefully pulled the sheet down to my knees to
expose my naked body.  I never slept in pajamas.  I lay there, letting him
look at me, feeling my excitement building.  After half a minute or so, he
murmured, "I can tell you're awake, Andrew, your cock's getting hard."  I
opened my eyes and laughed.  I could see his cock was already fully erect.
     "I was simply enjoying being looked at, Dad."
     "That's why I love you so much, Son.  Tell me, how was school today?"
     I sat up and leaned back against the headboard.  "It was awesome!  I
was in the basement boiler room with Johnny Watson and we were wanking each
other off.  There's nothing down there except this big old cast iron boiler
and a heap of coal and no one ever goes in there.  We had our trousers
round our ankles and our underpants round our knees and it was just getting
really thrilling when the fucking janitor came in.  Johnny freaked out and
yanked his underpants and trousers up and bolted out, but I just stood
there, my hands laced behind my head with my hips thrust out like an
invitation.  He tood there for a moment looking at me and I could see his
eyes were alight with lust, then he stepped up to me.  'Wanna helping hand,
Kid?'  I just nodded and let him take hold of my cock and carry on where
Johhny had left off.  I asked him if he liked young boys.  'You fuckin'
bet.  All you sexy fuckin' twelve year olds with nice little cocks like
yours, drive me fuckin' crazy.'  To find out if his cock was as hard as
mine, I reached down and groped him.  It was like an iron bar in his pants,
so I gave it a couple of friendly sqeezes and suddenly he groaned.  'Fuck!
Shit!  You made me cum in my pants, you fuckin' little tease!'  He turned
and abruptly left.  I took my time finishing myself off.  I was thrilled by
the fact that yet another adult male had enjoyed looking at my body and the
feel of my cock.  I came and shot a fucking huge load on to the floor,
pulled my clothes up and left, feeling very satisfied with myself."
     "Bravo, Andrew, you sexy little slut."  I loved it when he called me a
slut.  For me it was a badge of honour.  "Are you gonna have a wank now?"
     "I already did, an hour ago.  I don't wanna overdo it."
     "My record was five in a day," he said.  "Goodnight, Son.  I'm glad
you had a good time."  He left, closing the door behind him.  I was still
naked from the knees up.  I lay there, letting God and the angels look down
on me, appreciating my beauty.
________________________________________________________________

     My dad, came into the bathroom one Saturday morning when Mum was out
shopping.  I was sitting on the toilet.  He was naked, of course.  Usually,
I closed the door when I was taking a crap because (a) crapping is the one
thing that is really private and (b) I wanted the odour to dissipate before
anyone might come in.  Today the fart fan seemed to be working well because
Dad didn't wrinkle his nose or anything.  I stood and stepped directly into
the shower, turned the water on, took the hand-held shower head, switched
it to "jet" and aimed it up my arse.  Dad looked on, amused.
     "So you don't use toilet paper?" he commented.
     "Of course not.  This is much better than wiping my arse because it's
cleaner, more hygenic and . . . watch, I'll show you."  I rubbed soap on my
rosebud, then pushed my middle finger in as far as it'd go, then thrust it
in and out, finger fucking myself.  " I never get skid marks on my
underpants and best of all, it feels good."
     "Like a dick, I imagine."  I knew my father had encounters with gay
men though he never confided the details to me.
     "I dunno, Dad, I've never been fucked."
     ". . . yet," he said with a grin.  He watched as I lathered my hair,
then washed my face, my arms, my torso and my legs, saving the best for
last.  My cock was now quite hard as the result of his gaze, and I washed
it slowly and at length, seeing his own cock grow stiff as he looked at me.
When I stepped out of the shower, he stood beside me in front of the
mirror, his arm round my shoulder.  "Look at us, Andrew.  Two sexy guys
with nice big stiff dicks.  Isn't this a beautiful sight?"  Then he turned
to looked at me and said, "I've just had a terrific idea.  Why don't we
dress you up as a girl?  With your long curly hair and your pretty face,
you wouln't need any make up.  We could see if we could fool those friends
of mine who are into little girls.  You could let them look up your dress
and see your knickers."
     I was immediately excited by the idea of being a girl.
     "Oh my God, Dad.  That'd be awesome!  I could do strip teases and
stuff."
     "We'll go shopping later today and buy some dresses, knickers and
white ankle socks.  A school uniform would look amazing.  Little Andrew,
dressed as a girl.  Oh, my!  We'd have to give you a girl's name though."
     "Angela," I said, emphatically.  "Daddy's little daughter Angela,
twelve years old and still before her first period.  Oh, how fucking
delicious!"
     "We could tell your Mum it's for a school play."  I attended an all
boys' private school, so having a boy play a girl was perfectly normal.
________________________________________________________________

     After our shopping trip, we laid my new clothes out on my bed and I
stripped off, my cock already hard in anticipation of being a girl.  As Dad
watched intently, I pulled on a pair of full cut white cotton knickers, the
kind you can buy at Marks & Spencer's, three to a pack, perfectly ordinary,
but still very feminine and sexy.  Then I donned a white blouse and a short
tartan skirt, and sat on the end of the bed to put on white ankle socks as
Dad took a good look up my skirt.  I stood in front of the mirror and yes,
I was a girl, a prepubescent child with no tits and narrow hips.  I looked
fucking gorgeous and when I lifted the front of my skirt to show off my
knickers, Dad gasped.  He hadn't forgotten to bring his camera, and so he
took a picture.  I tried on a few more dresses, all dangerously short.  I
turned my back to the mirror and bent down, looking between my legs and my
knickers were showing.  I knew I was gonna have a lot of fun.  Later, Mum
commented how pretty I looked and how the school play was gonna be a
success with me starring in it.  Little did she know there was no play.
     In the following days, whenever Mum was out, Dad would invite several
male friends over and introduce me as his niece, Angela.  I don't know if
any of them were fooled, but they pretended to see me as a girl, remarking
how pretty I was and how lovely I looked in my "school uniform" and
dresses.  Dad would command me to undress for them, which I eagerly did,
anticipating the moment when I'd slide my knickers down and reveal my cock,
singing, "Da-dah!" and joining in the laughter.
     Growing bolder, Dad and I would go out to the food court at the local
Mall and I'd sit, legs invitingly splayed, letting guys stare up my dress
as I smiled back at them.  After all, I was just a little girl sitting
carelessly and there was nothing wrong with that, was there?
     Wearing knickers was a delight.  It's surprising how comfortable they
were.  I wear them to this day (in a much larger size), and sleep in them.
It's so easy to slide my cock out of the leg and wank.  I didn't wear them
to school, knowing that my school friends wouldn't really understand and
I'd be ridiculed, so on school days I wore ordinary Y fronts.
     The best part of my school week was P.E., or gym as we called it.  It
involved getting changed into sports gear, allowing me a nice opportunity
to show myself off, standing in the middle of the changing room and slowly
stripping as the other boys looked on.  Afterwards we'd line up naked to
use the showers.  There were only ten shower heads for twenty five or so
boys, and no partitions, just an open tiled room.  I was always last in
line, to give myself maximum nude exposure and to be able to see the naked
body of every boy in the class, but also because the gym teacher, a tall
muscular guy in his early twenties, showered after we were finished.  I'd
linger, taking my sweet time, washing my hair just to delay my departure,
and as the last boys were leaving he'd take off his track suit.  Under it
he wore Y fronts too, and he'd pause, letting me look at him, then he'd
slide them down revealing his rather small cock.  I've never been a size
queen.  He'd then step under the shower next to mine and wash his body all
over, leaving his cock until last, by which time I'd be rock hard and he'd
be well on the way.  One day, I just couldn't help myself, and started to
wank as he lathered his equipment.
     "You have a beautiful cock, even though it's pretty small," he
intimated, and reached across and took hold of it.  "But I happen to like
small cocks.  Yours would fit painlessly up my bum or in my mouth."
Naturally, the only polite thing to do was to take hold of his.  He stepped
close and put an arm round me.  I was thrilled beyond measure.  I'd wanted
to touch his dick for months and now it was in my hand.  It was clear he
was incredibly aroused, as he groaned and gasped as I wanked him, and in
less than half a minute, he came, firing huge blobs of creamy cum on to my
chest and stomach, and several more right on to my cock.  He stepped back,
his lust turning instantly into shame, turned his back on me, rinsed off,
got dressed and left.  Instead of rinsing myself, I rubbed his cum all over
my body, reveling in the lewdness of it all, then wanked myself to climax.
I dressed, his cum drying on my skin, and went home.  It had been
altogether a very exciting encounter but he never tried anything with me
again, perhaps from fear of being found out, and I never told anyone except
my dad, who loved the story.  He made me undress and sniffed me all over.
     "I love the smell of cum," he said.
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     The years went by.  We'd always spend a month during the summer hols
to go to our resort in France to show ourselves off in all our naked glory.
At school I developed a reputation as a cock happy slut who'd wank off just
about anyone, an exhibitionist who never missed an opportunity to show his
body to those who cared to look.  I was a diligent student who passed a
bunch of A levels and was eventually admitted to university.  For the first
time I found myself regularly in the company of girls.  I was socially
awkward around them, preferring male company, but one evening I was at a
party, half drunk, when I was accosted by a girl who, I later learned, had
just been dumped by her boyfriend, and she was all over me, groping my
basket and kissing me.  She dragged me upstairs to a bedroom and I went
along with it because I thought I'd have a chance to take my clothes off
and display myself to a female, a rare experience for me.  I never stood a
chance.  Ripping her knickers off, she pulled my cock out of my fly, pushed
me on to my back on the bed and straddled me.  My cock had become hard in
anticipation of showing off my body, and she just impaled her self on it.
I didn't fuck her - she fucked me.  The rest of the evening was a blur.
     Six weeks later, she announced that she was pregnant, that her father
wouldn't under any circumstances allow an abortion or adoption.  She was
going to have the baby and to preserve the family's honour she was going to
get married to me, right away, no delay, and the baby would be born
"prematurely".  I protested but her father threatened me with being sent
down and some other unacceptable fates, so I went along with it and lo, I
became a married man.
     As marriages go, it was pretty dismal, except for the one dazzling ray
of sunshine, my baby girl, born eight months later, healthy and fucking
adorable.  I fell in love with her instantly.  The first time I changed her
nappy, I bathed her in the kitchen sink and laid her on her back on a towel
on the table.  She waved her little arms and legs, happily.  I bent down
and placed a loving kiss on her darling little pee pee and she gurgled with
delight.  I didn't get to kiss her cunt again for many years.  We named her
Phoebe.

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     After I graduated, I was employed by an investment bank in the City
and worked long hours.  I wanted to climb the corporate ladder to become
financially secure so I could provide a safe environment for my daughter to
grow up in, but the job made excessive demands on my time so I never got to
see Phoebe except on weekends.  Nevertheless I began to instill in her my
love of nudity and she was very happy to run round the house with nothing
on, even when we had guests, but I was swimming upstream against the
prudishness of my wife, who believed in "decency", "propriety" and being
"lady like".  There were odd occasions, her bridge night for example, when
she was out and I'd have my more liberal friends, all men, come over and
Phoebe and I would arrange to do that towel trick that I'd done as a boy.
She'd make an entrance, coming slowly down the stairs and at some point the
towel would "accidentally" fall, to the delight of everyone, especially me.
They'd ooh and aah and tell her how pretty she was, and she and I would
bask in their praise. Alas, those occasions were few and far between.
     One night when Phoebe was eight, she said to me as I was tucking her
in bed, "Daddy, why do I never see you except on the weekends?"  I
explained about the demands my job made on me, but deep down I realised
that I wasn't happy.  I'd had several promotions and end of year bonuses
and had saved a nice chunk of change which accumulated in an investment
account and threw off a nice income, so I decided to quit my job and devote
my time to my beloved Phoebe.
     At about the same time, my wife declared that she was leaving us.
Unbeknownst to me, she'd been seeing a woman on the side, a butch lesbian
who ran the local dog grooming service.  I've nothing against lesbians,
indeed I find the idea of two women arousing and satifying each other to be
a turn on.  I could hardly complain, as I'd been having lots of one night
stands with guys I picked up on the internet, and in a way, it came as
something of a relief.  Our sex life had deteriorated to one fuck a month
when she was ovulating and felt horny, which would last all of two minutes.
I gave her half my assets and a monthly allowance and she let me have
custody of Phoebe as long as she could visit now and again.
     I sold the house and bought a small cottage with a large garden in a
dormitory town just to the West of London.  I had a swimming pool
installed, at great expense, but it was going to be worth it.  Phoebe and
I, and my more intimate friends were going to be skinny dipping in it.  The
fact that my neighbours either side of me and four or five houses at the
back overlooked the pool was an added thrill.
     And so I now had Phoebe to myself. The old rules my wife had enforced
were now out the window.  We could stay naked all day long.  We could leave
the bathroom door open.  We could use the "F" and "C" words.  Best of all,
Phoebe would come to bed with me and I'd hold her naked body in my arms
until she dropped off, then I'd carry her sleeping body to her room, lay
her on her bed, gently kiss her darling little cunt and leave.
     One day, when she came home from school, dressed in her uniform with
her cute little white ankle socks, I was in the bathroom, peeing.
     "I gotta pee NOW, Daddy," she said, so I shut off my flow and she
stood with her back to the toilet.
     "Don't take your knickers off," I said, hurriedly, "just stand over
the bowl and pee through them."
     "Why?"
     "Because it's naughty and you know I like it when you're naughty."
     She giggled, lifted her skirt, straddled the bowl and peed.  The front
of her white cotton knickers grew saturated and her pee fell into the bowl
with a delicious tinkling sound.  I put my hand against her crotch and felt
the hot pee as it splashed her thighs.  Afterwards, I undressed her and got
in the shower with her, washing her all over, my soapy hand lingering
between her legs.  She smiled up at me adoringly.
     "Get me nice and clean, Daddy," she said, then, to my astonishment she
added, "You have to let my wash your cock.  After all, you washed my cunt,
so it's only fair."  I should have refused because things were getting out
of hand, but I was unable to resist her.  The fact that my cock was rock
hard was nothing strange to her.  I was hard a lot of the time and she
considered it completely normal, but she was surprised when, after lovingly
washing it at some length, it suddenly spurted semen on to her body.
     "So that's cum," she observed.  "I've ben reading about it on the
internet."  She looked up at me and smiled.  "Did that feel good, Daddy?"
     I assured her it was the most thrilling thing I'd ever enjoyed, but
peeing through her knickers had been naughty and I'd have to spank her.
Ideally, I'd have liked to have put her across my knee, lift her dress,
take her knickers down and spank away, but she was already naked, so I took
her into my bedroom and had her get down on all fours on the bed, her upper
body lowered and her bum in the air.  I knelt beside her and ran my hand
over her bum and down the backs of her thighs, my fingers lingering briefly
at her sweet little cunt.  I did this several times, then spanked her
gently, six times, as she made fake "Ow!" noises.  Then I caressed her bum
again and kissed it better.  After that, she looked for opportunities to be
"naughty" as often as possible.
     Phoebe was arousing in me that attraction to prepubescent girls that
I'd first experienced during our early visits to the naturist resort, and I
was downloading pictures of darling little lolitas in their undies or less,
from the internet until I'd built up quite a collection.  Phoebe would be
sitting naked on my lap as I searched, saying, "Ooh, she's pretty.
Download her, Daddy."  She'd get particularly excited when we'd stumble on
naked little girls.  "Ooh, you can see her cunt!" she'd gush.
     "It's not as pretty as your cunt," I'd say, and she'd spread her legs
and look down at herself as I looked over her shoulder.
      Not only was I downloading pictures of little girls from the web, I
was assembling quite a collection of my own work.  The digital camera had
just been invented, doing away with those annoying polaroids that were
expensive and never had good definition.  Now I could shoot literally
hundreds, and select just those few that filled my criteria.  Phoebe was
fully cooperative, to say the least.  She'd let me shoot her when she came
home from school, sexily removing her uniform in delicious strip teases.
She'd pose naked in very inventive positions, not merely lying spreadeagled
on my bed, but everywhere, on the kitchen counter, feet up under her bum,
knees spread wide for example, halfway up the stairs, out in the garden
(with God knows who spying on us), peeing in the toilet, squatting on the
floor, even hanging upsidedown from the landing banister rail.  She'd pull
her cunt lips apart for close-ups and in every picture she wore her
dazzling smile of invitation.  "I want you to look at me!" she seemed to
say.  "Isn't my cunt sexy?"  Many nights, after she was asleep, I'd turn on
my laptop and scroll through the special file devoted to her, and stroke my
cock until my orgasm exploded like an artillery shell, spraying cum all
over my body.
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     One Saturday afternoon, my Dad, a friend of mine, Phoebe and I were
skinny dipping in the pool.  Phoebe was in heaven, showing herself off
carelessly, lying on a chaise lounge with her legs invitingly spread, then
climbing the big oak tree and squatting on a low branch, her cunt in full
view, later doing cartwheels and a particularly inviting hand stand with
her legs splayed out at three and nine o'clock, as we all gazed at her,
transfixed. I was taking lots of pictures.
      Suddenly she said, "I need to pee, Daddy."  Everyone perked up.
     "Pee in the pool, Sweetie," I said, not guessing what was going to
happen.
     "Okay," she said, then walked along the diving board to the very end,
put her hands on her bum, pushed her hips forward, and let a long stream of
pee arc out into the pool.  My friends and I let out a cheer, and she
smiled, grateful for the attention.  I caught it on camera
     "Jesus!" my friend whispered to me, "that was so fucking sexy.  I'm
jealous, Andrew."  I, on the other hand, was thrilled at her performance.
My cock was rigid and it didn't go unnoticed.
     "Now you know how I felt about you when you were a young boy, Andrew,"
said my dad, his own cock as hard as mine, "and you would act just as
outrageously."
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     One memorable night, when Phoebe was nine and we'd just showered, I
wrapped her in a fluffly bath towel and dried her, then I picked her up,
one arm under her knees, the other under her back and carried he into my
bedroom.  I laid her on my bed and lay down beside her.  She rolled on to
her side and laid her head on my tummy, just inches from my hard cock.  She
gazed at it, enthralled, though she'd seen it countless times before.
     "Your cock is awesome, Daddy.  I think I'm falling in love with it."
     "It's in love with you, my darling, that's why it's always standing to
attention."  She took it in her hand and began to slowly stroke it.  I
reached for the camera which was on the bedside table and took several
pictures.  She turned her head and looked at me, a mischievous grin on her
face.
     "I've always wanted to do this," she whispered, then turned her head
back again and took the tip of my cock in her mouth.  I thought my heart
was going to burst.  She couldn't get more than about three inches of it
into her mouth, but her tongue did incredible things to my glans, pushing
under my foreskin and swirling it round.  It was driving me fucking crazy,
but I had presence of mind enough to take pictures.  She lifted her head
and looked at me again, her eyes filled with adoration.  "I want you to cum
in my mouth," she said and took my cock back between her lips.  Those words
sent me over the top and I fired my load, five, six, seven pulses of semen
into her waiting mouth.  Her hand milked me dry and she lifted her head
again, a long string of cum connecting her lips to the head of my cock.
Once more she looked right into my eyes and swallowed, then licked her
lips.
     "Oh, Daddy," she laughed, "that was the biggest load of cum ever.  It
was delicous!"
     Thereafter, I took hundreds of pictures of her wanking me off, sucking
me, letting me cum on her face, her tits, her tummy and her cunt.  She
seemed to love being bathed in cum.
     One evening, while I was lying on my bed letting her wank me off, my
Dad, who was visiting us, walked in without knocking.  None of us ever
knocked, as we had nothing to hide.
     "Bravo, Phoebe!" he called, his face lighting up.  "You woudn't care
to give your grandad a wank, would you?"  She looked at me and I nodded.
My Dad lay down in my place and I scrambled to get my camera and stood
beside the bed taking scores of pictures as she skillfully masturbated him.
My heart was pounding with excitement as I watched her bring him close to
orgasm and then went down on him, giving him one of her world class blow
jobs.  She lifted her head just in time to get her face splattered with
Dad's cum, a powerful spurt for a man of his age.  She let out her
delighted laugh, crowing with triumph.
     "Ooh, I made grandpa cum, Daddy!" she announced, proudly.
     "Good girl," I said, encouragingly.
     "She's a fucking good cocksucker, Andrew," my dad said.  "You've
taught her well."
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     I'd never forgotten the thrill I'd enjoyed as a young boy when my Dad
dressed me up as a girl.  Alas, as I entered my teens, my angelic face
matured into that of a handsome young man, with a firm square jaw and an
Adam's apple.  I was tall with broad shoulders, and when I dressed as a
girl, it looked all wrong.  No way could I pass as a female.  I restricted
myself to dressing up at home and looking at myself in the mirror, wearing
stockings and a suspender belt.  I continued to wear my M & S white cotton
knickers on a daily basis, though, and wear them to this day.
     I did manage to hook up with a group of drag queens on the internet
and exchanged pictures and was invited to several soirees, where we paraded
round in our dresses and stripped off for each other and it was fun, but
nothing like my earlier escapades when people looked at me and saw a little
girl.  When I'd got married, I'd put my cross dressing on hold, though I'd
continued to wear knickers, to my wife's amusement.
     After the divorce, I took to wearing slips and teddies round the
house, with see-through knickers or tap pants and a camisole, but my hairy
chest made me look slightly ridiculous.  Phoebe didn't care what I wore, so
long as she could run around naked.  She was now ten and puberty was just
over the horizon.  I wondered how I'd feel about her when her titties grew
and pubic hair graced her cunt.  More importantly, how would she feel about
me, her exhibitionist father, forever swanning about with his cock on
display?  Eventually, things would change, but how, I didn't know.
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     Then disaster struck.  It came out of the blue like a bolt of
lightning.
     One afternoon, before Phoebe came home from school, there was a knock
on the door.  I opened it and peered round it, being naked at the time.
Two police officers stood on the doorstep.  One of them asked for my name
and I gave it.
      "We have a warrant for your arrest on charges of posession of child
pornography, and we have a warrant to search the premises."  They pushed
their way in.  "Get some clothes on," the other officer snarled.  I was
handcuffed and seated in the back of the police car while they looked for
my laptop, which was all they needed and just as they came out of the
house, Phoebe came home.  When she saw me, she started crying.
     "Call Grandpa," I managed to call to her as I was driven off.
     I hired a lawyer who told me that my case was undefendable, to plead
guilty and throw myself on the mercy of the court.  Although I pointed out
to the judge that my crime had no victims and in every picture Phoebe was
smiling happily and that everything that occurred was consentual, he was
unmerciful and I was sent to Wormwood Scrubs for a long stretch.
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     Who leaked my secrets, I never found out.  Maybe one of my friends
left his computer unguarded with my pictures on it.  I'd emailed tons of
pictures of Phoebe to my friends, shots of her wanking me off and sucking
my cock and posing in lewd and definitely illegal ways.  Maybe the
authorities had intercepted the emails.  And then there was all the child
porn I'd downloaded from the internet.  I'd been incredibly naive.
Everything was on my computer, not even protected by a password and I'd not
backed anything up, so my pictures were all lost to me, though I imagined
dozens of police officers and prosecutors are poring over them to this day,
their cocks hardening, licking their lips and perhaps downloading them for
their own use.  It gives me no pleasure at all.
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     My ex, who took custody of Phoebe, wouldn't allow her to visit me and
I spent my lonely nights in my cell, weeping for her, wondering what she
thought of me.  Life was intolerable, except for some occasions when, naked
in the shower with other naked cons, I'd show off my body and my hard
little cock.  I was reminded of the shower room at my school and all the
fun I'd had there.  I'd allow selected inmates to fuck me up the arse or
fuck my face.  I'd loose myself momentarily in a brief wave of gay lust,
enjoying the humilitation, but then it'd be over and my despair would
return.
     I served my time and was released. My daughter and I met in a coffee
bar in Kennsington.  We hugged with that phoney upper body contact that
means nothing and she air kissed my cheek.  She was now a grown woman, at
university, and I barely recognised her.  There was none of that magic
allure, that delicious innocence and vulnerability she possessed as a
child.  She said she was happy and apologised for not visiting me.  She
seemed to resent the fact that I'd "abandoned" her, leaving her to survive
her teen years without a Dad, though she did admit that it hadn't been my
fault.
     "Though I will say this, Dad, until they took you away, you were a
wonderful father and I did love you very much."  I felt like my heart was
breaking.
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     Oscar Wilde was jailed in the nineteenth century for being a
homosexual.  Alan Turing was chemically castrated for the same offense,
resulting in his suicide with an immeasurable loss to science.  But today
being gay is legal, perfectly acceptable, even chic, and the marriage of
gay couples is celebrated on the evening news, accompanied by cheering
crowds.  What had been an unspeakable crime, arousing disgust and
generating ridicule, contempt and harsh punishment has become the norm.
     So I dream of a golden age in the future, when paedophilia, the love
of childen, becomes accepted in the same way, a time when the age of
consent is lowered to something less preposterous and patting a child on
the bum isn't frowned upon.  Naturally, there are outliers, psychopaths
whose urges result in despicable crimes, and kids need to be protected from
them, but one day, I pray, people like me will be an accepted part of the
community, loving kids, caring for them, teaching them the joys of sex in a
responsible way and just simply trying to make them happy.
     But don't hold your fucking breath.

The end.
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