Date: Mon, 12 Dec 2016 17:56:51 +0000 (UTC) From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com> Subject: Performing for the Crowd Performing for the Crowd by Tony Williams My mum's away visiting her sister in Yorkshire and she won't be back until after the weekend. Two whole days of freedom! Yippee! I can do whatever the fuck I want, no uptight mother criticising my every move, nagging me to death. I'm in a crazy, wild mood, ready for anything. I'm standing in front of the mirrored closet doors in my bedroom looking at myself dressed in just a pair of plain white cotton knickers and a bra. Why do I wear a bra, I wonder to myself? I'm fourteen now and my tits are about as big as they're gonna get, which is pretty small, not that I'm complaining. When I see the fat kids in P.E. at school, red faced, puffing and panting, their big floppy boobs bouncing up and down, I feel slightly disgusted. I started wearing bras when I was twelve, because all the girls wore them and I didn't want to feel left out, but my training bras had nothing to train, and even now my tits don't need any kind of support, thank you very much. I reach behind and unfasten it. Why do the hooks need to be at the back? They could quite happily be at the front, nestling between the two soft hills of my. . . well in my case, speed bumps . . . you know what I'm saying. I let it fall to the floor and kick it into a corner. That's it, no more bras for me. If my school friends notice I'm not wearing one, they'll know it's my choice and the money saved can be spent on sexier undergarments. Anyway, it's one less thing to wear in this blistering heat. A huge area of high pressure has settled over the United Kingdom and the last two weeks have been unbearably hot. Yes, I'm skinny, with a kind of boyish, gamin look, my cropped hair making me like a street urchin, and when I grin, I look mischievous as though I'm planning some minor evil but that's not to say I'm not sexy. To be honest, any fourteen year old girl standing in front of her mirror in her knickers looks sexy, unless she's fat. "Look at me," I say to an imaginary audience. "Am I sexy?" The crowd roars its approval. I push my knickers down to mid thigh and look at my pussy. I've shaved all my pubic hair off. Hair is for heads, not crotches or armpits. I run my hand over my mound and it feels stubbly. It's time to shave again. I part my feet, put one hand on my bum and push my hips forward and stroke my pussy with the other. "How about this?" My imaginary crowd is cheering wildly. I put my fingertips either side of my pussy and pull my lips apart, and peer down at the pinkness inside then look up at the crowd, an inviting smile on my face. They begin to riot, fighting to get to me, climbing over one another in their desperation to reach me, their arms stretched up to try to touch . . . "Bobbi! What are you doing?" I crash back to earth. It's my cousin Cat, all of eleven years old, who's spending the school hols with us. When she arrived, I thought she's be a pain in the arse, but now I've grown to like her. "Looking at myself. I think I'm sexy," I say, proudly. "Why are your knickers round your knees?" "To show off my pussy." "To whom?" "The whole fucking world!" Fuck it, I'm gonna come clean. "I was just trying to decide how sexy I look. What do you think?" She grins. "That's naughty, wearing your knickers like that. What if I'd been your mum?" "She won't be back until Monday." She's left me in charge of Cat and I'm supposed to ensure that she doesn't get into any kind of mischief. Well, good luck with that, mum. "Isn't it cool, Cat, having the house to ourselves, doing whatever we like, staying up late?" "And pulling our knickers down? You are quite sexy though," she says, coming to stand beside me and looking into the mirror. "I'm too young to be sexy." Without warning, she lifts the front of her dress up high, deliberately displaying her white cotton knickers which are much like my own. To my suprise, my heart seems to skip a beat and my stomach clenches with excitement. Her pose is somehow even lewder than mine. Why am I getting excited by a little girl showing off her knickers? She drops her dress. "No, no," I tell her, "You are sexy. Lift your dress again." She obliges me, lifting it even higher, right up under her chin so I can see her little nipples. I run my gaze up and down her body, her flat chest, her narrow hips, her skinny kids legs, down to her white ankle socks. "You're quite adorable. Take your dress off, I've got something to show you." She lifts it over her head and drops it on the bed and I pull my knickers up. From my bedside table I take a trigger bottle full of water, aim it at her and spray her body and legs. At first she squeals. "It's cold!" But then as she gets used to it, she demands, "Do it again!" "It's the only way to get cool these days," I tell her. "Get yourself a bottle and keep it beside your bed then when it's too hot to sleep, just spritz yourself." I fire half a dozen squirts at her knickers. "If you get your knickers wet enough, you can stay cool longer." She looks at herself in the mirror. The cotton of her knickers is now soaked and not only does it cling closely to her body, it forms a delicious camel toe through which I can actually see her darling little cunt. "You can see my tinkle, Bobbi," she says, using her pet name for it. She turns to look at me, a smile on her angel face, then grabs the bottle from me and squirts at my knickers, getting them as wet as hers. I laugh to let her know that I don't mind, then I pull the waist of my knickers up so make a camel toe of my own, but the cotton of my knickers is not as flimsy as hers, so you can see the shape of my pussy but it isn't actually visible. "I can't see yours, though," she says. I sit on the end of the bed and lie back, propping my self up on my elbows. "Spray my treasure again." She steps between my feet, aims and fires a lovely cool spray. "Oh, that feels nice and cool," I murmur, then put my hand down my knickers and lay my middle finger up and down the length of my cunt, gently moving it up and down. She stares at me, transfixed. My palm can feel the roughness of my stubble . "Do me a favour, Sweetheart. Go in the bathroom and bring me the shaving cream and the razor, and oh, a towel." Seconds later she's back, by which time my knickers are down round my ankles. "Are you gonna shave?" she asks, her eyes bright. "No, you are. Spray some foam on me." She grins, her face alight, and as I spread my thighs, she deposits a blob of foam, then spreads it around with her fingers. "Now shave it off." She giggles as she carefully drags the razor up and down, wiping it on the towel until I'm nice and smooth. Then she wipes the traces of foam from me. I run my hand over the whole area. "Good job, Kiddo. Here, feel how nice and smooth it feels. She puts her hand on me and I feel her fingertips touching my cunt lips. "Now you shave my tinkle," she demands, which is silly because she's not gonna have any hair down there for at least a year, but silly is okay, given the mood I'm in. I'll play any game she wants. "Lie back, you sexy little tease," I say and as she sprawls back, I kneel between her feet, pull her knickers down to her ankles and push her knees apart. Her darling little pussy seems to smile at me. It's just like my own was a few years ago, a puffy slit with no lips and no discernable clit but to me it's adorable . I put foam on her and spread it, taking my sweet time, letting my fingers linger on her tinkle, smiling at her. Then I shave the foam off and wipe her clean, then run my hand all over her pubic area. "Ah, yes, now you're as smooth as me. Here, feel." I take her by the wrist and place her hand between her legs and I feel a special thrill, watching as she touches herself. When she takes her hand away, I lean in and plant a gentle kiss on her cunt. "Ooooh, that's naughty!" she says. "You taste of shaving soap. Gimme the spritz bottle." I squirt between her legs and on her abdomen and upper thighs, then wipe her dry with the towel. I kiss her again, this time lingering for a few seconds, briefly probing with my tongue. "That's better. Now you taste delicous." She giggles and takes the bottle from me. Without a word we switch positions and I lie back, my knickers round one ankle. She sprays and wipes me and then, just as I'd hoped, she leans in and kisses my cunt. Then she drags her tongue up between my lips, then licks the whole area, looking up a me, her big eyes signalling her adoration. Oh, my God! She's liking this as much as I do! I take hold of her by her upper arms and pull her body up until she's lying on top of me. I put my arms round her, holding her tight. "I'm so glad your here for the school hols, Cat. We're gonna have so much fun. Tell me, have you ever been kissed?" "By a boy?" "Or a girl?" "Not a proper kiss, no." "Pretend I'm a boy and kiss me. Imagine you're in love with me." She giggles then presses her lips against mine. They feel deliciously soft and warm and I slide my hands down her back and caress her bum cheeks. After a few seconds she lifts her head and stares into my eyes. "That was nice." I tell her. "Now you've been kissed." "On the lips and on my tinkle." She rolls on to her back. "I'm gonna show you something," I say, "but it's a secret and you must never tell anyone else. When I'm in bed at night, I put my hand down my knickers and do this." I reach down with one hand and press my middle finger on my cunt. I move it up and down half a dozen times, then push it deep inside me. "I already do that," she says, "touch myself, I mean. It feels nice and tingley." I pull my finger out, pop it in my mouth and suck on it. "Does it taste yucky?" "Not to me. It tastes sexy. Try it yourself. Do it now, I wanna watch." I feel as though my heart is gonna burst with excitement as I watch her pleasure herself. "It's called masturbating," I tell her. "I know. Kids talk about it at school." My pulse races as I see her finger go deep into her tinkle and she pushes it in and out, then brings it to her lips and sucks on it. "It doesn't taste of anything." "It will when you get older." I reach down to where her knickers are still round her ankles and pull them up. She lifts her hips to accommodate me. I look at her lying there, smiling at me, looking so innocent and vulnerable. I bend down and kiss the front of he knickers and then lay my cheek on them, putting my hand on the inside of her thigh so that my fingers touch her tinkle through the cotton. Then I sit up, and deftly kick up my ankle that has my knickers round it so that they fly up and I'm able to catch them. I stand, put them on, move in front of the mirror and look at myself again. "We need sexier knickers," I say. My imaginary audience behind the glass is silent, waiting to see what I'll do. "I know. Let's go in your room, Cat." She jumps to her feet and we go into her room. "This was my big sister's room before she went to college," I tell her. "Let's see what she left behind." I know all the dresser drawers were emptied but there are some cardboard boxes on the floor of the closet. I kneel and pull them out and we rumage through them, some shorts, white socks and some dog eared books. Then, bingo! I pull out a pair of pale blue nylon knickers that are almost perfectly sheer but better still, are split down the front from waist to crotch, tied closed with a little bow. I hold them up. "Wow! They're naughty knickers," she says. "They'll fit you," I observe. My sister's quite petite and Cat is tall for an eleven year old. "Try them on." She lets me pull her white cotton knickers down and I hold the blue ones open for her to step into and pull them up. They're a bit loose, but definitely sexy. She looks at herself in her mirror. "That bow is so tempting," I say. "So pull it. Let me show off my tinkle." She stands in front of me as I remain kneeling, her hands laced behind her neck, her hips thrust forward in a perfectly lewd pose. "I'm gonna save that delight for later," I tell her, reaching round and giving her bum a pat. "Let's see if there's anything more here." I search through the boxes and discover another pair of knickers, wrapped in tissue paper, possibly not even used. I hold them up. "Ooooh!" Cat breathes. "They're sinful!" An apt description. They'd be white, if they were not so transparent as to have no colour at all. The lace trim round the waist and legs and the tiny white flowers scattered over them are the only indications that they actually exist. "Put them on, put them on!" Cat cries, hardly able to contain herself. I whisk my white cotton knickers off and don the new "invisible" ones. "Wotcha think, Cat?" "I can see your tinkle perfectly. You might as well be naked. I just love them! I wanna try them on. Let's swap." Seconds later, we've exchanged knickers and we stand side by side in front of the mirror. "Look at us, Cat! Two sexy little lesbians, showing off. You look utterly adorable." "You, too, Bobbi." She reaches across and pulls the bow open and spreads the two sides of my knickers apart. "Look at me, World!" I call out. "Look at my cunt!" Cat giggles. "Look for as long as you like." My imagination again hears the thunderous roar of the excited crowd, now even more aroused because there are two of us. I turn to Cat. "I'm pretending I'm on stage at The Royal Festival Hall in front of an audience of thousands, who've paid big money to look at my cunt." She giggles. "Look at me, too, folks," she calls to the mirror. "Look at my little tinkle. Wouldn't you all like to touch it? Bobbi even kisses it and you can all kiss it too." "Form a line!" I call. "Look," she addresses the mirror again, pushing her hand down the front of her knickers and sliding her middle finger up and down her tinkle. "Look at me! I'm masturbating! I do it every night by now I'm doing it just for you!" The imaginary crowd goes wild, those in front trying to climb on to the stage, but the theatre staff beat them back. I finger my own cunt, plunging my middle finger deep inside myself, thrusting it in and out. "I'm fucking myself!" I shout. "Take a good look! Take pictures if you like!" Cat stops fingering herself. The imaginary crowd vanishes. "Hey, that's a great idea, Bobbi. Let's take some pictures of ourselves." "Okay, Cat, but first let me see if there's anything more in this box." I fumble around in it and then strike gold. Cat's eye's go big. "A vibrator? Your sister had a vibrator?" "So it would seem." I turn it on to see if the battery's flat, but it hums loudly. I close the closet doors so we can watch ourselves in the mirror then press it to my treasure and fell a lovely electric thrill. "Do me! Do Me!" Cat urges and I press it against the front of her panties. She gasps. "Oh, my God! Ooooh, this is awesome!" She grabs it from my hand and rubs it up and down the front of her knickers, then pushes it down inside. I grab her other hand and pull her into my room where she flops on the bed, the vibrator still pressed against her. I find my camera and take a picture of her, pull her knickers off and take another one. I look at the screen and see a naked preteen, lewdly stimulating herself with a sex toy, definiteldy child pornography. I've gotta be careful whom I show these pictures to, if anyone. "Let me have a go," I say, taking the vibrator from her, lying down beside her and pressing the tip against my cunt. Cat props herself up on one elbow and stares at me. I push the tip inside me, then slowly let it go all the way in, about five or six inches of it, humming away. "Holy cow!" Cat breathes. "Take a picture!" I croak and I see the flash go off. I push the vibrator in and out. "This is like a cock when a boy fucks you." "Have you ever been fucked, Bobbi?" "Not yet. I don't like boys. I'd rather have fun with a little girl like you." "Fuck me with it!" I take it out and suck on it, firstly to taste myself and secondly to lubricate it for her much smaller tinkle, then gently push it into her. She gasps. "Does it hurt?" "No, it feels . . ." She has not word to describe what, for her, is an entirely new feeling. She lifts her head to look at herself in the mirror. "Look, everyone," she says to her imaginary fans, "Bobbi's fucking me with a vibrator! It's so fucking exciting! Yes, you can all take pictures of me and post them on the internet, I don't mind. I want the whole world to see me, really, I do." I push the toy in and out of her, surprised at how deep it goes. Cat's face is flushed. The sight of her lying there naked, willingly letting me fuck her has got my heart racing. I pull the vibrator out of her and lie on my stomach, my face between her thighs. "I want the whole world to see me licking your tinkle, my sweet darling," I tell her and lower my head until my lips press against her mound. My tongue goes to work on her and I can feel her trembling. Her hips push upwards to meet me and I look up to see her gazing down at me adoringly, then she looks past me to the mirror. "Look, people," she says. "Bobbi's licking my tinkle. It feels awesome! Nothing has ever felt this good in my whole life. You can all lick me when she's finished. Ooooh, this is so amazing!" Her fingers dig into my scalp and her little gasps and groans tell me that she is truly sexually aroused. "Bobbi, Bobbi," she murmurs, her voice hoarse. "Ooooh, Jesus!" Her hips lunge upwards and she lets out a little cry, then slumps back down on the bed. I lift my head and look at her. Her eyes are shut. I think I just made her cum. I crawl up the bed and lie beside her, putting one arm under her shoulder so I can hug her. "Oh, Bobbi, I think I just came! It was unbelievable, like a wave breaking over me and an explosion inside me both at the same time." "Yes, you just came. Congratulations. Now I want you to make me cum." She doesn't hesitate and in less than a second, she's down between my legs, licking furiously at my cunt. I take a picture in the mirror of the back of her head moving up and down between my thighs. "Oh, you sweet darling, you're so good at this. You're driving me crazy." It's hard to believe that this is really happening. Cat is only eleven, a flat chested prepubescent child to whom sex should be an adventure to be enjoyed far in the future but somehow she's captured my heart. Until today she was so innocent, and perhaps that's the attraction. I think about other girls with whom I've fooled around and none of them excited me as much as this little girl . Am I some kind of weirdo? I don't care, I simply love her, just as she is, eagerly licking my most private part and clearly enjoying it very much. I can feel my orgasm building and before long it goes off like an artillary shell, lighting up my whole body. She senses what's happened and looks up at me, her huge eyes full of adoration. I reach down, take hold of her upper arms and drag her body up on top on mine and wrap my arms around her. "I love you, Cat." "I love you, Bobbi. I always have." She kisses my on the lips and I let her push her tongue into my mouth. When we come up for air, I say, "I need to pee." "So do I. Let's do something really naughty and pee through our knickers." "The sexy ones?" "No, our ordinary cotton ones. They hold more pee." "You've done this before?" "I do it all the time," she says, grinning. "Sometimes I just like to be naughty." "Our knickers are already wet from the spritz bottle," I point out. "The we'll get some clean ones. That's the fun of it, peeing into perfectly clean knickers. Come on Bobbi." She grabs my hand and pulls me off the bed. A minute later we're in the bathroom, clean white cotton knickers on, ready to step into the shower and be very naughty girls. She pulls the curtain aside and pulls me into the shower. "Hello, World," she says. "Bobbi and I are gonna pee in our knickers and we want you all to watch. First look as I put my hand down the front of her knickers and see now as she does the same to me. Her hand is right on my tinkle and I can feel hers. She's already wet and about to get a lot wetter. Okay, we're gonna pee. Are you all watching. Here we go! Oooh, that's so nice and warm! Hot pee on my hand! We're such bad girls. Make videos of us, everyone and post them on youTube. Aren't we fucking sexy?" The crowd roars again. The end. Authors depend on your feedback. Please email Tony Williams: tonywill9999@yahoo.com Copyright © 2016 Tony Williams. All Rights Reserved.