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(Mf, ped, bi, mast, inc, 1st) *** An almost uneasy silence befell the three of us. One is limited conversationally you can appreciate, having - in company with your equally depraved wife - just rounded up a tour of duty, sexually dealing with a thirteen-year old schoolgirl for the past hour or so. Watching the young girl get dressed however more than made up for the lull in interactive dialogue. Katie I noticed, was not reticent in helping Jaclyn back into her flimsy little bra. Certainly my own talents are more geared towards the removal of such items. "Will you need me to sit Kylie next week?" Jaclyn asked, smoothing down her skirt, quite as if she had just cleaned up a plate of cookies with her glass of Pepsi. Well If that wasn't a glint of utter satisfaction in her cheeky little face, I don't know what was. "Matter of fact Jaclyn," I grinned at her, "We might just take you up on that offer." I looked across at Katie. "Aren't we scheduled to have dinner with the Pattersons next Friday?" Still in seeming denial of the last hour or so, she managed but a nod. "Well there you are sweetheart," I beamed. "We'll see you back here 6.30 pm Friday... right?" I glanced across at Katie. "Can you take her home hun, got a few database edits I just have to get finished for a client by the morning." "Oh... y-yeah - sure," she stuttered, recovering a degree of composure as she collected her car keys from the rack by the front door. "You ready Jaclyn?" she asked, turning to the girl. Handing me a smile designed to send my hormonal regulators into meltdown, she merely said, "Goodnight Mr. Baker." It was way less than her body language conveyed. I had barely set up the editing screen when I heard Katie pulling-in to our rear driveway. A transmission in its death agonies does have its own aural signature. "Do you think she'll say anything?" Katie asked nervously, standing behind me with her hands on my shoulders. "You mean other than "Do I have to go home now?" I suggested. "Be serious just for once," she chided. "Look Katie," I replied, "We have a full-length video of her rubbing our seven-year old daughter's pussy every which way for God's sake. You think she's gonna risk anyone finding out about that? No she won't be telling her parents – trust me. Besides, it's our word against hers." Then glancing towards the bookcase behind us, "and also, I hardly think her starring role in that in-house porn movie we just shot, is gonna help her case any, do you? "I'm just worried," she replied softly. "Me too," I countered, "worried she might not turn up next Friday." "You're disgusting," Katie muttered. ** The week in fact seemed to slow-up as Friday approached. Following a late snowfall, I had Katie ring Jaclyn's place to see if she needed picking-up but evidently she had already set out on foot. We were just clearing away the last of Kylie's dinner plates, when I noticed through the dining-room windows, Jaclyn climbing the steps gingerly to our porch. "Hi sweetie," I said breezily. How cute did she look right at that moment with flakes of snow in her hair and a flushed little face brought on by the chill. I relieved her of her coat, wanting desperately to relieve her of so much else. Judging by her expression, I figured she'd worked that out for herself. Kylie was out of her chair and hugging her already. Instantly, images of her being "tickled" stupid resurrected themselves on the re-play screen. What were the odds of it happening again tonight? I wondered. I'm sure Katie was tossing around the same ponderance. "Ok Kylie, now you can stay-up with Jaclyn till 7.30. OK?" I told her. "But I want her up in her room and asleep by eight at the latest Jaclyn." I added, emphasising the point with a nod up towards her bedroom loft. "Sure Mr. Baker, I'll make sure she is." Jaclyn replied, at that moment the very image of respectful compliance. "Opening my arms to her, Kylie ran over and hugged me. "Goodnight daddy, see you in the morning." Still in her school uniform she looked the image of girlish innocence – which of course was exactly the case. Hugging her mom she then took Jaclyn's hand and began dragging her to the stairs, intent I imagine on showing her something in her room she had most likely made during craft that afternoon. As we negotiated access to the rear laneway Katie looked across at me. "You think Jaclyn will "do" anything to her while we're out?" "Nothing that's gonna leave a lasting impression anyway." I replied smiling. "Given the photographic evidence my sweet, I'd say she'll play it pretty straight for a while." "Hope you're right.' She murmured. I figured it best not to elaborate upon my preferences right that second. ** Maybe the Pattersons' roast hadn't quite arrived at the cutting edge of culinary grandeur. Perhaps my mind was on other things, but either way I found the conversation that night to be as boring as the food. Thus using the completely true (as it happened) yet double-edged escape clause, "Hey guys, we promised the baby-sitter we'd be back early" we took our leave at 9.45. Katie almost beamed at me I noticed. "Oh you're back already?" Jaclyn smiled up at us from the lounge in the TV room as we filed in the front door. The words were certainly not tinged with any regret that I could detect. Sitting there in her school-dress still, hands folded demurely in her lap, she looked far tastier than anything recently on offer at the Pattersons' dinner table. "Would you like a soda or some other drink Jaclyn?" Katie enquired as she headed for the kitchen. I sat down alongside the girl. She was watching Spielberg's Gremlins of all things. "Could I have just a Sprite please?" she called out to my wife. Another of those wonderfully hot little smiles fed my ego no end. "That's a pretty old movie sweetheart," I said to her. "Way older than you even... getting on for ten years before you were born can you believe?" "I know," she giggled, "But I've always wanted to see it and you have so many dvds here." In truth, nudging eight hundred as there are, she definitely was on track with that comment. Watching intently as Stripe and his followers were conspiring to give Phoebe Cates a veritable night of hell behind the bar, I studied Jaclyn's somewhat cute changing expressions. Whether sexually motivated or just plain protective an action - I really couldn't volunteer, but slipping my arm around her shoulders at that moment achieved two things. Having the young girl react by snuggling into my shoulder and secondly – a desire to slip my arm around other things. I might have prolonged such contemplation had she not suddenly inclined her face towards me, making it fully obvious she wanted to be kissed. One does not wallow in self-doubt at such times. Better even than short-term memory recalled, her lips were sweetness incarnate. With the practised efficiency of one many years her senior, she swung herself, quite without warning, across my knee, ending up in a seated position on my lap, both arms around my neck and barely missing a beat so far as that under-age but over-needful mouth was concerned. That trace of girlish perfume was no traitor to her cause either, in fact coupled with the sensation of her compact little rear-end up against my crotch now, I was feeling decidedly squirrelly. Placing my arms around her waist, I allowed both hands to drop marginally to encircle her bottom. The good news was – she allowed it too! Barely had I pulled her to me, when the front of that school-dress began to provide a fully indecent view of areas of her anatomy no thirteen-year old should have on display. She giggled seductively as she picked-up on my line of vision.. "You're being naughty Mr. Baker," she whispered, leaning inwards even further. If my hands hadn't been so taken-up with fondling her rear cheeks right that moment, I would have given both those developing breasts a gentle squeeze. "Jeeze Noel, I leave you alone for barely two minutes and you're full-on misbehaving." Katie was posed in the doorway, drinks in hand. Having in mind to plead the innocent bystander, I realised swiftly that any such defense strategy would be destined to failure, so instead, I lowered my face from Jaclyn's and kissed her right breast which brought forth a couple of gasps. One from the young girl, the other from Katie herself as she sank down on the couch beside us. Having no more than to whisper in her ear and Jaclyn compliantly manoeuvered herself on to her knees so that she was straddling my lap, facing me. Having unfettered access now, I slipped a hand up beneath the hem of her dress and sought-out the warmth between her slim thighs. Whatever Phoebe Cates was up to on screen behind us – be assured no-one was interested. Feeling my way higher, the back of my hand brushed the front of the young girl's panties which caused her to wriggle her hips and sigh gently. Smoothing my hands across her bottom I pulled her yet closer and kissed her with a passion that is usually reserved for more established partners. In line with my own burgeoning desire, Jaclyn was beginning to breathe hard and to wriggle about on my lap in what could only be termed a suggestive manner. Again I located the front of her panties and began tracing that hot little cleft down between her legs with my middle finger. Rubbing her there through the soft material I could feel her thrusting hard up against my fingers with her hips. What was happening between my own legs would have been no less obvious to her than it was to me. "Take her panties off." issued from Katie's lips. Glancing across at my wife, the reason for so undiplomatic a request was immediately obvious. Her hand deep inside her own undies, she was rapidly closing-in on the world record for a self-induced orgasm. Wishing to avail her of every opportunity for success here, I tugged Jaclyn's dress up and grasping the waistband of her tight little knickers peeled them downwards. It took but the slightest co-operation on her part to slip them past her knees and then off one ankle ahead of the other. Able now to separate her labia and to softly finger her the length of her young pussy she was trembling with what must have been a mixture of real-time pleasure and first-time trepidation. For myself I was trembling with anxiety – with the fear that this could all be a dream – one that I might wake up from any second! Dreams though, tend not to come with a definable sound- track and as I began sinking my index finger up to the knuckle in that unequivocably tight little channel between her legs, Jaclyn was beginning to murmur in pleasured response whilst controlling the depth of such incursion by judicious wriggling of her slim hips. "Is that hurting you sweetheart?" I whispered. Looking at me almost pleadingly, she shook her pretty head. Glancing across at Katie, whose eyes appeared to be riveted on the activities being transacted beneath Jaclyn's school-dress – not that she could perceive anything of a dexterous nature, I could see that her right hand was engaged in subtle purpose itself – at least her fingers were. I think I might have married a fully committed sexual deviate! Now might not be the time to describe exactly what effect fingering the babysitter was having on my own chromosomal unrest. That I wanted to replace that finger with something more substantial is beyond argument. The question has to be asked though, was that the girl's preference also? I was hardly about to ask! Still wanting to be kissed, I could sense Jaclyn had reached the precipice. When a girl's eyes begin to glaze perceptibly, its definitely time! Even as her body started trembling, I increased the pressure on her clitoral nub and with my spare hand, began gently fondling her breasts. Her mouth opened in silent bliss and as the orgasm took control of her body she whimpered softly and held herself steady, both hands on my shoulders, head tossed back, eyes fully closed. I felt her thrusting her small vaginal mound hard against my fingers, coaxing that last vestige of tremulous pleasure from between her legs. I was aware of Katie's own concurrent finality but to be honest, was too taken up with my own intimate indulgencies to assign the fact more than a passing recognition. At the point Jaclyn collapsed against me, all I could think of was "Two down, one to go!" She could not possibly have failed to notice my straining erection beneath her I reasoned, as she had sunk to my lap, her fully naked bottom (covered as it was by her school- dress) in direct contact with my penile disharmony. Moments later she looked up at me smiling like a Cheshire cat. She knew all right! "Why's Jaclyn sitting on you like that daddy?" speared us into the real-time. No one had heard Kylie wander down from her bedroom. Fully understandable really given the circumstances. Whilst the babysitter and I must have looked like a pair of jack-rabbits caught in the glare of oncoming headlights, Katie was able to maintain some decorum, making light of the situation by saying, "They're just playing sweetheart." So saying, she put her arms out and Kylie, half asleep still by the look of it, drifted over to her. Clambering up on Katie's knee and rubbing her eyes still she looked across at us and in all innocence asked "Are you tickling Jaclyn like she tickles me daddy?" I'm not sure which of us was the most embarrassed. Jaclyn for being reminded of her tactile indiscretions or me for the complicit knowledge I retained of the event at hand. The babysitter blushed, I just felt my erection pressing ever harder against Jaclyn's curvy little rear cheeks. Utterly wicked thoughts of actually witnessing the young teenager pursuing her illicit preference for rubbing my daughter's panties coursed through me. Discounting the likelihood of Katie showing any indignation, I smiled at Kylie. "Well I don't know how she tickles you honey? Want to show me?" I heard Jaclyn's gasp of shocked surprise, closely followed by that of my wife. Then in the process of easing the little blonde off my lap on to the sofa between us, whilst striving to conceal my own "condition" let's say, her skirt flared up momentarily. "Oh wow Jaclyn," Kylie gasped open-mouthed, "How come you're sitting on daddy without your panties on? That's naughty." I could see Katie's arms hugging her tighter around the waist. It didn't take much to imagine my wife's hands slipping down inside those cute little PJs. Was Katie transmitting on a similar wavelength? I pondered. "Your dad took them off me Kylie," Jaclyn giggled anew. "Ohh, so he could tickle you better?" my daughter asked in all innocence. "Hmmm – something like that," she replied, looking up at me with a renewed tease-factor. Katie was just about speechless. "Well show us how Jaclyn tickles you sweetie?" Katie muttered, scooping her up off her lap and glancing at me with knowing intent. The game was definitely on! Jaclyn looked up at me in panic as Kylie seated herself somewhat delicately on her knee. "I can't do it now," she muttered, both arms around the young girl's waist now and hugging her tightly. "You know I can't!" "Can't what Jaclyn? tickle me?" Kylie retorted. "Of course you can!" I just about creamed myself as she parted the legs of her silky little PJ's fractionally and glanced downwards. The expression right then on my wife's face was one of mortified anguish – tinged with hope I think!" "I don't mind – really " Kylie told her. "Show dad how you tickle me Jaclyn, I like it! "Mmmm..." Whether a proponent of the "No fear" set, or she was just one incorrigibly horny little teenager I can't say, but with but a solitary glance at my wife, she slipped a hand down between Kylie's legs and proceeded to rub her in that hottest of girlish locales. My daughter began to giggle uncontrollably whilst wriggling about on her abuser's lap. I think my tongue was hanging out at this stage. "Tickle Jaclyn daddy," she blurted out, "I want you to do it to her too." I glanced across at Katie who merely conveyed her assent by the slightest inclination of her head. I wondered if she might be contemplating an imminent return to her former self-help program. Slipping a hand up beneath the hem of her school-dress, not only was the heat intense - I discovered, closing in on that sexiest of little pussies, that the back of my hand was now in direct contact with the underside of my seven year old daughter's wriggling bottom, separated in fact by no more than the thin material of Jaclyn's dress. This was a situation quite outside my immediate comfort zone, but certainly one I could learn to acclimatize myself to. Even as my fingers once again sought out Jaclyn's under-age ingress I could not repress the knowledge that my own daughter's was but four inches or so above it and being probed expertly by so deviate a teenager. With both girls now giggling unrestrainedly, feeding off the other's somewhat compromised position, I noticed Katie kneeling now at Jaclyn's feet, taking a keen interest in the anatomical area of our daughter's body to which the older girl was applying her special brand of digitised therapy. "Ohh, I see Kylie," she murmured, "That's where she 'tickles' you is it?" like it was really no big deal. I brought a halt to my own upskirt intrusion and for just a few moments we all resembled a normal family. "Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?" I asked of the general assembly. "Why is Jaclyn going to your bedroom mommy?" Kylie asked immediately. "Er, just to show her some jewelry I don't want any more sweetheart," Katie lied effortlessly. "But you young lady are going back to your bed – right now. Its way too late for you to be up anyway!" Ever the logical thinker, she looked up at her mother with furrowed brow. "But mom, Jaclyn's only thirteen, shouldn't she be going home now?" Wisely avoiding any discussion on the subject, she simply took Kylie's hand and disengaged her from Jaclyn's lap. One last kiss for each of us and she headed back (with obvious reluctance) upstairs to her attic bedroom. It had been a master-stroke I was thinking, could we otherwise have controlled the situation given the escalating sexual tension and the ease with which those silky little PJ's might have been removed in a moment of unhinged passion. Jaclyn it must be admitted, showed not the least reticence to subsequently accompany us to our bedroom. Pushing the door to, I was what you might termed stunned when our young guest climbed up on to the coverlet, lay herself back invitingly on the pillows and asked in little more than a whisper. "Are you going to fuck me tonight Mr. Baker?" I looked across at Katie who was equally lost for a suitable come-back. "Er, is that something you would like me to do sweetie?" I replied. Her taking a hold of the hem of her dress before tugging the material up to her hips thus exposing her pussy in all its juvenile perfection – kinda answered that question. Kate and I, exchanging incredulous glances, sat ourselves down on the bed either side of her. Gently laying my hand on her thigh she spread her legs wide and giggled softly as I began to trace that wonderfully smooth and barely furred channel its full enticing length. "Shall we take your dress off Jaclyn?" Katie asked softly and receiving a nod, leaned behind her, unzipped the school-dress and pulled it over the girl's head. That skimpy little bra followed but seconds later. She may have been only thirteen but I'm here to tell you, those light brown nipples were most assuredly primed for more than a trip to the ice-cream parlor. Fully naked, she was nothing short of temptation incarnate – a living dream to rival the most outlandish fantasy on offer. Quite obviously mesmerised, both Katie and I raised our hands towards the girls beautifully formed but still developing breasts and gently caressed those nipples. She sighed in pleasure and raised her arms over her head closing her eyes momentarily. Even as Katie lowered her face to the girl's chest, her lips closing around her left breast that she began to suckle gently, I positioned myself between Jaclyn's legs and extricated that which had reached the point of fevered distress. My formative incursions at sub-clitoral level certainly brought those pretty eyes open in a hurry. "Ohhh ouch!" she giggled, "That hurts a bit!" "Katie took a break from her fondling and suckling duties and observing the lie of the land offered the quite useless comment. "Have to be very gentle with her – she's only thirteen." "Tossing her a "thanks that's a huge help" glance, I re-aligned my penile perspective and attempted to gain headway at the lowest feasible point. Jaclyn winced however and wriggled in understandable discomfort. "Maybe we should give this a miss sweetheart." I volunteered, hating myself seconds afterwards for my chivalrous but risky offer. "No please... I want you to fuck me," Jaclyn pleaded, spreading her legs even wider. God help me... did I want to comply? "I have an idea," Katie said "Just wait there!" Re-emerging from the bathroom, she knelt down beside the girl and began applying what appeared to be some kind of lubricant. to the girl's hymenal area. Watching her do that was no hardship to be sure. She then handed me the tube, adding, "Use a heap yourself too." Finally, placing a pillow beneath Jaclyn's hips which had the effect of making her cute little slit even more pronounced, we returned to the killing fields. Even with an intact hymen, a girl still has sufficient a point of entry (even at thirteen) to facilitate a small finger, if not other things, so concentrating on that smallest of pluses I applied renewed pressure, whilst Katie returned to suckling duties which certainly took Jaclyn's mind off other less pleasant works-in-progress. After maybe ten minutes of imperceptible advance, although I knew I was making headway (as it were) Jaclyn's over-riding need was rivalling my own. "Push it in me," she begged, wriggling her hips almost impatiently. Call me obedient or what, but it really was time. Her cry of pain was brief though significant, but I was now behind enemy lines. I cannot describe the pleasures to be had sinking deep inside her tightest of tight conclaves that first time. I don't think we can discount her own rush either as she cried out for me to push in harder and deeper. There was blood yes, but not much really and encouraged by Katie herself to fuck her stupid – I did just that. What I ended up expressing into her vaginal chamber was both quality and quantity. Katie was smiling every much as broadly as the babysitter by that stage. It was of course now her turn. "Are you going to fuck her now?" Jaclyn asked, as she lay there giggling, one hand between her legs allowing some excess semen that was trickling out of her to run over her fingers as she probed her own cruelly abused little pussy. Obviously content to allow the girl to watch her own intercoursal progress, Katie made herself comfy on the coverlet as I tugged her panties down, tossing them in the far corner. I may have been short on stock-levels but at the point Jaclyn leant across and began fondling Katie's right breast rather sensually – I was high on commitment! No more than seconds from re-entry when the bedroom door behind us opened unexpectedly. "I can't get to sleep mommy," she muttered. It was only then Kylie saw the interactive tableau on the bed. Not sure whether she smiled or frowned right that instant – all I was thinking was where we might find a priest at that time of night. © Peter_Pan 2007 Just released: "Best of Peter_Pan" www.lulu.com/content/679070 Visit also: "The World of Peter_Pan" http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/index.html *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 49