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The Creeper (Loli) Anonymous 13/12/27(Fri)00:33 No. 20531 ID: a2f9ff

So, where to start?

Name’s Ed. Edward to my parents. Ed to everyone who doesn’t treat me like a four-year-old piece of shit. My story isn’t particularly a normal one, although I guess if it was, it wouldn’t be much of a story. But I guess you’re wondering what the super, awesomely amazing thing that I have taken the time out of my day to tell is. Well, it kind of is amazing, but all good things come to an end. But, I’ll get to that later. Don’t want to ruin the story before it’s even started, do I?

The Creeper. Quite an apt name to describe myself, to be perfectly honest, even if it does contain a bold resemblance to the giant green penises within that god-awful game called Minecraft. Ahem, anyway, the name is kind of related to my story. Or completely related, I guess. You see, throughout my life, I’ve been a bit of a creep. Not in a complete beta-fag, following girls around with pit stains and braces, trailing them until they recognise my existence kind of way. In fact, to be completely honest with you, I’ve never been bad with girls. I mean, I lost my virginity at 13, so I guess that’s not too bad of an achievement, eh? Anyway, enough bragging. The reason for the name is sort of derived from my ahh… hobbies. Ever since I got my first phone (or at least, phone with the nifty little camera on it), I’ve been a fan of taking creep shots. Y’know, sneaking dirty pics of people in public without their knowledge or consent, to then take back to my home and have a glorious fap to. Weird, but nothing too abnormal to create a story about, right? Wrong.

Taking creep shots is generally looked down upon, but to some people it’s a good thing. It helps other people to get their dick hard, so it’s really a good thing. Although, the sort of creep shots I take probably shouldn’t be shared with anyone. Ever. But I’m fine with that. I’m generally quite a selfish person anyway. But I can hear your voices screaming at me to tell you the mystery shots that I could possibly take. I assume a lot of you have guessed this already anyway, but I’ll comply nonetheless. They are girls. Little girls. Lolis. Whatever you want to calm them. I would hover around parks and wait for these girls in short skirts to reveal their cute little butts after swinging around on the monkey bars. Oh the panties. They were perhaps the biggest turn on for me. Pink was best. The girlier the better. And there I’d be, with my phone out, sneaking every shot possible. Then I would travel home just awaiting that amazing fap.

Anyway, you know the name, but not the game. So, I’ll tell you my story. I guess the best place to start would be when I was 13. At this point, I wasn’t even remotely close to being interested in little girls. I was simply interested in any girl my own age, much like any other guy. Ironically, it was the involvement with a girl my own age that actually got me into girls much younger than me. Oh, did I forget to mention? Since I was such a curious little boy, I had averted my sexual curiosities in many directions. This included gay and straight, traps, piss, scat, and even beastiality. I did not go through with or attempt to try out any of these (except, y’know, straight), but they didn’t repulse me if I were to come across them anywhere, and would enjoy a good fap to them. Let’s just say I was fairly open minded. And also, well, any of these except one.

So, here’s the story. Being the little playa I was, I was close to a group of fairly cute girls, probably 8/10’s, and they had all shown an interest in me. Being an immature little fuck, however, I was more interested in getting home and playing on my Xbox or whatever it was that I played back then. One of the girls in particular had shown a keen interest in me; an interest which was hard to ignore. She was cute; long, straight brunette hair, round, blue eyes, and probably the smallest of the group. I had always been comparatively tall, and I especially had an interest in girls smaller than me (look how that one turned out). She was quiet and soft spoken, but was quite renowned for her boyish traits. Not boyish as in starting fights and acting like she had steel balls. No, she was quite girlsh in that respect. It was more her interests; she liked cars, gaming and generally masculine films. These were traits that were very hard to find back then. You didn’t get all the ‘girl gamers’ that are gagging for attention like you do now. So, naturally, I took a keen interest in her.

So, after talking to her for a while (through texts and real life instead of the social network sites that are so readily available today), we were ‘in a relationship’, so to speak. Still being quite immature, I didn’t particularly know much about kissing, or relationships in general. But these were things that I picked up along the way. Kissing turned out to be a lot easier than I had thought. Now bare in mind, that these encounters were predominantly at school, and as such hadn’t really had any room to explore things that couldn’t be done in school grounds. So, I brought up the topic with her, and she invited me around to her house. It was summer at the time, so we were both clad in short summer gear. It had been a beautiful, sunny day, with a very faint breeze and a heat that was unusual to say I live in such a miserable country.

Anyway, the house had been quite a surprise. It was huge; much bigger than mine, which was adjacent to a rough council estate that was full of… ‘lower class’ individuals. Hers was away in the countryside, surrounded by nothing but miles of roads and fields. They themselves didn’t own a farm, but they seemed to live in an old farmhouse. They also had stables around the back, which had two horses inside, presumably which said girl and her family probably rode. Speaking of which, I still haven’t told you her name. Ruth, if you were wondering. Yeah, makes her sound like an 80 year old woman. Why do you think I withheld it from you? Anyway, Ruth had excitedly (in her own, quiet way) shown me around the exterior of her house, even allowing me to fuss the horses. I had then eventually been allowed inside of her enormous house, to be greeted by two surprisingly jolly parents, of whom I didn’t bother remembering the names of. So here’s the kicker. She had a little sister.

She was called Katie, which was a little bit more suited to her age. Similarly to her sister, she also had brown hair and blue eyes (which was odd since their mother had blond hair), but her face was more rounded and much, much cuter than Ruth’s. But of course, she was probably only about 7, so it was to be expected. She was very active and very immature; much to be expected of someone her age. I remember Ruth telling me to mind her, in which I replied with a consoling ‘she’s not too bad’. Not too bad indeed. So, her parents had gone out shopping or something (obviously they were naive enough to believe that 13 year olds wouldn’t do ‘anything they shouldn’t be doing’ unsupervised), so it was just me, Ruth, Katie and the horses. Ruth had suggested that we go outside and set up the water slide, which seemed like a fun idea since it was summer. And it would mean getting wet. Which was good.

So out we went, with neither of the sisters bothering to consider putting on a swim suit, and I couldn’t really borrow a man’s trunks who was probably twice the size of me. So we ran outside, clad in our clothes, and set up the slide. Let me make a point here that the slide isn’t like a slide where you go down a ramp or whatever, but one that lays flat and you chuck water on and run and slide down it like a penguin. Just in case you didn’t know. The hose pipe, equipment, etcetera were around the back of the house with the horses stables, so we had to play in an area stinking of horse defecate. It wasn’t that bad, and you got used to the smell quickly anyway.

The first to be pushed down the slide was me, of course, being the guest. The next was Ruth, which I nearly had to throw down, and then Katie had followed excitedly afterwards. Ruth was wearing a short, white tank top, and a light blue bra underneath, which was clearly visible through her soaked shirt. She was in the stages of developing breasts, but they probably sat at a happy B at that time. Katie was also wearing a similar white tank top, except she had no bra, obviously. Which made for a nice clear shot of her beautiful, flat chest.

At first, I tried not to notice, but the more I looked, the more I wanted to look. Both of them were beautiful, but Ruth had to wear a goddamn stupid bra didn’t she? After the whole occasion was done, and we’d all had our fun, we tidied up the gear, drenched to the bone. That was where Katie, having no inhibitions whatsoever, decided to remove her shirt and shorts, leaving her in only her cute pink panties (which is probably why I have a preference for pink now). At first I’d blushed and looked away coherently, but Ruth just laughed and said ‘she does that’. Wow, some kid. Unfortunately, Ruth didn’t comply to the same laws as her little sister, so instead stayed in her drenched clothing, which were still easy to see through. I think she noticed this, but instead of trying to hide it, she had instead made a point of leaving her chest as exposed as possible, at all times. Definitely a keeper.

Katie (still in only her panties) slid on her flip flops, with Ruth and myself (I was wearing sandals) alongside her. This was where things got quite weird, but also turned out to be a bit of a turn on for me, if you recall what I said about my fetishes. The smaller horse - who was apparently called Jack - was nudging wildly at his stable door. Turned out, that Jack was Katie’s horse, who was actually considered a pony. I think I recalled Ruth telling me they were both ponies or something, but I couldn’t give a shit at the time. Katie decided she wanted to let Jack out and let him ‘say hello’ to me. Now this horse (or pony, whatever) was still in its younger stages of life, and as such hadn’t yet been castrated. This meant he was very ‘excitable’. So, when he was brought outside, he had a raging boner that was probably the same size as my leg. Weird right? Don’t worry, it gets worse.

So, I see this pony’s thing flopping about everywhere, and Katie begins to squeal in laughter, pointing at it and saying ‘Look, it’s his willy!’ I remember this part perfectly. Ruth had turned to me and said:
‘I sometimes have to clean that, y’know.’
‘What do you mean, “clean”?’ I had said in shock.
‘Like, I have to put my hand in his sheath and pull all the gunk out. But it’s a lot easier when it’s out and I can get all around it easily.’
Now, somewhere she had got it into her head that it was seductive to explain her exploits with a horse penis to other boys. With any other boy, I should imagine they would have been repulsed on the spot. Unfortunately, I was one of the few fucked up people that actually found this hot.
‘Look, I’ll show you.’ She’d said with a wink.
At first, it was Katie simply poking and prodding it, giggling with fits and bursts, still almost completely naked. This nearly gave me an instant boner. When Ruth put on the most seductive face possible and began stroking the giant horse cock up and down with her hand, my 13 year old boner almost exploded out of my shorts. This was easily noticed by Ruth, which pushed her to get more daring. At one point, her face was so close to it, I thought she was going to suck it, but for the benefit of herself, and the sanity of her sister, I’m glad she didn’t. She rubbed harder and more vigorously, looking at me the entire time while I stood in complete shock, boner ripping out of my shorts. Her little sister was too naive to understand, or even care about what was going on, so she continued her giggling in near-nakedness unbarred.
At this point, I couldn’t control myself anymore. I had rushed forward, kissing Ruth so profusely that I had completely forgotten her little sister was present. Very hesitantly, Ruth eventually complied, and there we were, making out in front of a horse with an erection and a girl giggling in her panties. The kissing managed to get so intense that we were effectively dry humping stood up. Once Katie had realised she wasn’t getting any attention however, she acted out with something I would never have expected. She copied Ruth’s exact actions, and taking the copying one step further, she started rubbing and kissing the penis. This caused me to stop instantly, and when Ruth noticed, she went almost insane. Katie had almost bursted out in tears, then ran inside the house, with a half angered and half remorseful sister chasing after her. That left me by myself with the horse, which I kindly lead back into its stable. If only my phone had a camera at that point in time. And, y’know, I hadn’t been in the midst of dry fucking Ruth.

I went back into the house and into Ruth’s room, where a tearful Katie was clinging tightly onto Ruth. They were perched on her bed, which was a double and boasted bright pink sheets. Such a girl. Obviously they’d had some serious chat, and I didn’t want to get involved. Katie then got up and hugged me around the waist, looking up at me with the cutest, most endearing eyes ever, then apologised. I think I asked what for, but was quickly shushed by Ruth. Katie then went back to her room, with her panties slightly lowered, revealing the top of her tiny butt. It was an amazing sight.

I rested a comforting hand on Ruth’s shoulder, and she quickly went back to the mischievous look she had shown earlier. We went back to kissing for a while, and I had almost slipped a hand down her shorts when her parents returned home. Total bonerkill. The rest of the night was uneventful, and I went home at the modest time of 8pm. Disappointing, but that was not the last time I had been to their house.

And it definitely wasn’t my last encounter with Katie.

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Jory!qIKW3I8bLQ 14/03/16(Sun)00:33 No. 21367 ID: a73e96

Piss, I forgot my ID-thingy-whateverthefuckitscalled again. I don't know why I bother having one.

Anonymous 14/03/16(Sun)01:13 No. 21368 ID: 6fffdb

By final, you mean the final part of the chapter, right?
Because that would be the biggest cliffhanger ever.

Anonymous 14/03/16(Sun)07:49 No. 21372 ID: 188fcf

Tripcode, mate.

Anonymous 14/03/17(Mon)00:33 No. 21376 ID: 459fb3

Anybody got any suggestions to similar stories? I've read roommates up until OP stopped posting and people made it sort of ridiculous.

This story in particular is my favourite, such well written characters and the story telling perspective is great too. Wish there was moar.

Anonymous 14/03/17(Mon)20:37 No. 21377 ID: d3390e

>Surprised you plebeians didn't notice...

>I checked the time - 20:45...
>The next hour or so...
>I checked my watch. It read twenty to ten.

just keep unfolding this beautiful story and we'll ignore your confusion with numbers.

Anonymous 14/03/23(Sun)23:04 No. 21411 ID: 2fae06

Awesome. Looking forward to more.

Anonymous 14/03/28(Fri)09:08 No. 21446 ID: 8a0730

I am also looking forward to more!! Great story! Love the style!

Anonymous 14/04/04(Fri)18:52 No. 21486 ID: 2fae06

Bumpity bumb, hoping for a new release this weekend!

stereotyper 14/04/07(Mon)04:57 No. 21500 ID: be2af6

>>(and who the fuck needed dental hygiene?)
British... *sigh*

Anonymous 14/04/18(Fri)21:36 No. 21571 ID: 647f79


Anonymous 14/04/26(Sat)20:13 No. 21632 ID: cb7628


Anonymous 14/05/04(Sun)15:10 No. 21685 ID: 53b0af

Really good so far... waiting on more.

Anonymous 14/05/09(Fri)05:11 No. 21706 ID: e31f46

bump, losing hope

Anonymous 14/05/09(Fri)08:59 No. 21707 ID: 212400


Anonymous 14/05/23(Fri)04:55 No. 21815 ID: f21af2

You shall NOT DIE!
*heroic bump*

Anonymous 14/05/23(Fri)14:32 No. 21818 ID: 000c41

fellowship of the rings bump

Anonymous 14/05/23(Fri)20:04 No. 21819 ID: 0b6a74

anyday now

Anonymous 14/05/31(Sat)00:51 No. 21851 ID: cb7628

performing bump CPR

Anonymous 14/06/04(Wed)16:37 No. 21887 ID: d8c23c

Let's try another bump.

Anonymous 14/06/15(Sun)18:31 No. 21949 ID: 0b6a74

anyday now

Anonymous 14/06/16(Mon)01:23 No. 21953 ID: b17c5b

bumpety bump

Anonymous 14/06/16(Mon)19:19 No. 21955 ID: 578748


Anonymous 14/06/16(Mon)19:52 No. 21956 ID: 212400


Anonymous 14/06/16(Mon)23:06 No. 21957 ID: d2a5cb

Don't let die any art, BUMP

Anonymous 14/06/30(Mon)14:44 No. 22008 ID: b07e95

anyday now

Anonymous 14/07/12(Sat)10:51 No. 22061 ID: 24947a

the final weekend

so i went to amys relatively early, she had to go back to the office early, really she was just a corner street whore, no office job., I was so sick all this boner tease shit I went to the knife droor before the girls realized i was even in the house and STABBED MY COCK TO DEATH .


BLISTERDICK 14/07/12(Sat)11:00 No. 22062 ID: 24947a

iv been reading this for 3 hours now
and its not over ? i feel trolled, OP YOU OWE US A CONCLUSION, YOU THE JK ROWLIN OF BRITISH LOLI-LITERATURE, a fine genre, W

Anonymous 14/07/16(Wed)06:25 No. 22082 ID: b740ad

*Bump*, *Bump*, *Bump*
"His heart rate is dropping! Get the screw driver!"

Anonymous 14/07/21(Mon)02:59 No. 22098 ID: 7ede29


Jory!qIKW3I8bLQ 14/07/22(Tue)02:18 No. 22102 ID: 637a9d

I promised myself I wouldn't do this yet but you guys are breaking my heart so here goes.

I didn't like my story. I didn't enjoy writing it, I found it a chore, and I realised that it was going in a fairly boring, and very substandard direction. Everyday I tried to write I managed to find another reason why I shouldn't write, and eventually I gave up.

I won't bore you with details too much, but basically I didn't like the babysitting routine i'd gotten the story into. It felt too repetitive and redundant. I also hadn't planned much, and had been winging it the whole time, and there's been times that i've looked back and thought 'I could've done that a lot better if I'd have thought about it.' Finally, and one that's quite important to me, is the sheer chapter length. 5k - 7k words per chapter is a lot of effort for a story that i don't want to continue, and it felt very slow paced when i wrote like that.

Anyway, since i decided to stop with The Creeper, I've tried to restart, with lots of different ideas going through my mind. I've forced myself to limit word length per post to 2k at most, and for longer parts i'll spread over several posts, but i'll generally try to stay in the 1k word mark. I've also come up with a story easier to write in that it has features that may differ, or allow me some personalisation on my behalf without falling into the typical category that everyone seems to write.

I think I've restarted 5 times now. Each of the ideas i liked, and i planned them out and wrote about 7 - 8 chapters of them, then bailed. This is why i didn't want to write this yet; i'm worried that by the time i'm ready to post i'll be bored of what i've written and decided to start again. Should i continue with what i'm writing at the moment, i'll explain to you guys in more detail the aims of my story, but until then i'll say nothing.

I'm on holiday at the moment and i don't want to post until i get back, but i've used this time to write a fair amount (about 10k words so far). If i still like it once I'm home (I'm in America by the way... Brooklyn, NYC if any of you live there) then i'll post it and hopefully the series will last. The shorter chapter length will hopefully give me a greater incentive to write.

Anyway, thanks for your patience and I'm sorry for those of you who are saddened to find the series' end. I still have it saved so i might continue with it one day. Otherwise, i'll just write more things that i enjoy - maybe short single chaptered stories. But anyway, gotta go now, adios muy amigos!

Anonymous 14/07/22(Tue)11:35 No. 22104 ID: 38dda6

That's alright, OP. We thought your story was pretty shit too. Goodbye very friends indeed.

Anonymous 14/07/22(Tue)11:38 No. 22105 ID: e50e74

Aww, this story was my favourite. I'd say don't worry about posting different chapter lengths occasionally, I think just about everyone in here would be delighted with any content at all. I really enjoyed your style of storytelling and I hope your future stories will be just as good as this one.

Impressed 14/07/22(Tue)17:20 No. 22108 ID: 6b9027


I read the whole thing in one shot last night, and it was sincerely captivating. I was upset to find little actual acts of sin, but I left this feeling a sense of sweetness. It was a story based on the darker side of lust for sure, but ultimately it was a well written, endearing story about affection.
Even if you don't continue writing this particular story, I hope you keep writing in general. -- 8.5/10

CARRYON 14/10/29(Wed)05:54 No. 22643 ID: 6d9d21

Hey, I love this story so much I have decided to write my own addition. I am an American, however.
I do not know if you guys would be interested in a continuation.
I will leave it to OP to grant me the honor or another. this story must have an end or at least a resolution. And I like to write and have free time.

Anonymous 14/10/29(Wed)21:49 No. 22652 ID: b2a6c1

What a great story this was. Guess I'll have to finish it in my "Own time". I really enjoy stories like this one, because all the build-up leads to much more satisfying erotic scenes.

1k words is.. pretty short. I don't mind the super-long chapters! Better reading when there's less of a break.

Too bad you don't like this story, 'cuz it's a gem. I'm happy to see more loli-related stories coming out. Sick and tired of the gay shit that's been frequenting this site. Not my bag. Stopped coming here altogether for a while because of it.

Was really looking forward to some epic sex with the two sisters! ...Maybe even with parental consent! (I love the parental consent theme...)

Anonymous 15/03/22(Sun)10:56 No. 23403 ID: 52c0ad

Where can I find more of your work OP?

Anonymous 16/06/15(Wed)17:41 No. 24357 ID: 670237


I read this when I had plenty of time, after I was made redundant. Since I got a new job, everything sort of went mad and I had too much going on in my life to keep track of all the stories I'd been reading. I came back to this to find, with real disappointment, that your enthusiasm for it has wained. I think it's clear that your perception of how good this story is doesn't match the reality of your writing that so many people on here have enjoyed.

I get it that sometimes people get writers block, so tell us what your Muse is. Is there anything we can say to encourage you to continue, even if the scope is not we would choose, to an extent you owe us a conclusion. I won't beg, but I will implore that you continue

Anonymous 16/09/16(Fri)04:27 No. 24678 ID: 94ccfa

Kudos to OP for what I suspect is the best story I've ever run across. It's been two years since the last extension to this masterpiece, and once I gave up hope that there would be more, I extended it a bit for my own entertainment. Clearly others were likewise not ready to see it end, and it occurred to me that perhaps it deserves some 'fan fiction' of its own. I understand OP's desire to avoid repetition, but I hit on a way to head in a slightly different direction. This may be regarded as a horrid breach of etiquette, on par with defacing a work of art, in which case -- please just ignore this pale contribution...

Chapter 12: Click Click Click

When I hauled out my phone before turning in, I almost had a heart attack. It contained new pictures. Of Ellie. Buck naked, naturally.

She had apparently taken these while I was showering. There was one arms-length shot from thighs to head with her grinning cheekily, but all the rest were closeups of her pussy: legs together, knees up, thighs spread... you name it, and Ellie had sampled it. Some of the shots were tilted or off-center, but I was never the art critic.

These SO needed to be deleted, but Mr. Stiffy was adamant that each one be contemplated at length before the photos were sacrificed to the bit bucket. After rubbing one out, I broke protocol and decided to leave them on my phone until morning, in anticipation of another lengthy and satisfying examination.

I woke up early and carried through with that plan, but still found it exceedingly hard to push the delete button. Ellie's arm in the full-length shot made it obvious that all the photos (well, that one, at least) were selfies, so perhaps I had the fig leaf of feigning ignorance if they were found on my phone. That lame excuse would not hold up for long, but it was good enough to talk myself into a few more intense 'study sessions' of Ellie's 'portfolio'.

This girl definitely needed another talking-to. And for once, I had a few days, rather than a few seconds, to think about what to say.

Thursday marked the start of what would become a rather typical routine: random interactions with Sara, and a lot of time with me and Ellie sitting on opposite ends of the same couch, facing each other and ostensibly engrossed in our respective DS adventures. Since she sat with her knees up and legs parted to varying degrees, my DS did not in truth get very much use. Ellie actually played, but seemed ever-mindful of her teasing peepshow. She frequently varied her position to ensure my attention would not wander, sometimes even planting one foot on the floor and opening up wide.

That particular Thursday, I was still procrastinating about having that picture-chat, when Ellie broached the subject herself:

She suddenly looked up from her DS and asked, "Can I borrow your phone?"

"Why? Who're you going to call?"

"I won't call anyone, I promise!" she replied earnestly.

"Then why do you need my phone?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"It's a surprise," she grinned impishly. Though 'evilly' might be more accurate.

"I don't think I could survive another surprise," I muttered.

Her eyes widened. "You found my pictures!" she exclaimed in delight. Big grin.

"Yes, and I just about shit a brick," I said.

"Liked them that much, did ya?" she teased.

So here's where she got my prepared speech reminding her just how risky that sort of thing was, and what could happen to me if I got caught with pictures like that. The grin gradually vanished and morphed into a mask of misery. She closed her legs and self-consciously pulled her skirt down. "I thought you'd like them," she wailed morosely, on the verge of tears.

"I never said I didn't like them," I replied. Maybe I had laid it on too thick.

Her eyes had been downcast, but now she looked up, hope returning. Then a bit of a crooked smile. "Did you get a stiffy?"

"Yes," I admitted. "Several times." Ellie's big grin returned. But I steered the conversation back to the risks involved, and reminded her of our last little talk and her 'super-duper-extra careful' implied promise.

"That's why *I* took the pictures," she said reasonably, "so that I get in trouble, not you." I complemented her on trying to be considerate, but explained that the photographer was immaterial; mere possession was the kiss of death. "But you didn't even know the pictures were there," she retorted, using pretty much the same logic that I had employed to avoid deleting those pictures. "And you're supposed to buy encryption, you plonk," she continued. We seemed to have entered an alternate universe where suddenly I was the one being excoriated for being careless.

I'm not entirely sure why I had not seriously considered encryption as a means to save my creep shots; I guess I had decided it was just too risky, but the current circumstances were weighty enough to warrant reconsideration. In three years, I had never snapped even one that was in the same class as Ellie's, and I desperately wanted to avoid seeing her pictures go down the toilet.

It was clear from her phrasing that she had the sense that 'encryption' was supposed to solve the problem, but she didn't really understand the concept. Long story short, we wound up side by side on her bed, searching on her laptop for more details. In less than an hour, I had pretty much talked myself into going down this mine-laden path.

"So, can I borrow your phone?" Ellie asked, once I had finished our 'research'.

"I guess," I replied hesitantly. I took out my phone, but before I handed it over, I said, "But I don't want to find any more nude pictures on here, OK?"

"Fine," Ellie agreed. She was clearly annoyed at the restriction, but the excitement of being granted even limited permission won out.

"I mean it," I reiterated, as I handed her the phone.

She didn't respond, immediately concentrating on navigating through the phone's screens. Then she looked up at me with her characteristic "Gotcha" expression. "You've been going on and on about how much trouble you could be in, and then you hand me a phone containing naked pictures of what is surely an underage girl?" she asked pointedly. Welcome back to the alternate universe. "She seems pretty, though," she added cheekily.

She delighted in my discomfort as I searched for something to say. "You're blushing, Edward." She drew out my full name in a maddening way.

"She's indeed a very pretty girl," I said, wisely not letting her goad me any further, and then paused. "And those are extraordinarily excellent pictures."

She beamed at the compliment, and thankfully, it derailed her from busting my chops any further. She happily sat on her bed, back against the wall, knees drawn up in Sara-mode, and took various snaps of her form-fitting powder blue panties. After about a dozen, she made to hand the phone back to me, but then drew her arm back and said in her best school-marm voice, "Now make sure those get encrypted, young man."

I snatched the phone from her, then tickled her ribs. Ellie squealed, then ran happily back downstairs. We ended up back on the sofa, and she resumed her DS, but seemed quite pleased to find that my attention was instead devoted to my phone. In examining her new pictures, my growing cock needed some adjustment, and she picked up on that right away. "Are you going to do that, you know, masturbation thing?" she asked earnestly.

"Maybe later," I replied. I didn't want to say 'yes' outright, and 'no' was a patently absurd answer.

"Can I watch?" was her immediate response. I so knew that was coming.

"That would be weird," I said.

"I've already seen it go big before," she reminded me.

"Yeah, but this is personal, and it would be embarrassing if you watched."

She thought about this for a while, but was at a loss for an effective response. "I want to be here when you do it," she stated simply. "Maybe you could cover up, and it wouldn't be so embarrassing? Besides, that way you could look at me 'live' rather than just at the pictures." She seemed to take it for granted that she would be the focal point of my fantasy. Which was undoubtedly true. To emphasize her point, she spread her thighs wide and waggled her eyebrows.

"Maybe after Sara is asleep," I allowed, and she didn't try to push her luck any further. She did fidget more than usual and her rapidly shifting panty display had no trouble keeping me hard the entire time.

I gradually began to look forward to Sara's bedtime, and I got her bedded down without any undue drama. As I was about to leave, she said softly, "Remind Ellie that she promised to tell me about the stuff you do together."

"I don't expect we'll be doing any stuff together," I warned her. "At least, not the stuff you're referring to."

Sara looked at me curiously. "I heard you talking," she said flatly.

"Ah." Does this girl have super-hearing, ninja stealth, or does she merely walk through walls? I found myself wondering. "Well... there was no 'together' in the stuff we talked about," I pointed out.

"Just remind her that she has to tell me, will ya?" she said as she turned away from me. And that was the end of that.

I debated which child was the more mentally exhausting to deal with as I went back downstairs. "Your sister says you have to tell her stuff," I reported dutifully, if not completely accurately. I reclaimed my spot on the couch.

"Yeah," Ellie agreed. "She made me promise." A short pause. "And I'd just burst if I had to keep it all to myself." Seeing my aghast expression, she hurriedly added, "But not a word to anyone else." She held up two fingers, as if taking a pledge. "Sara's the only one I trust."

I could tell she was sincere. Even though I didn't understand her sister in the least, I guess I felt that Sara was actually more trustworthy than Ellie, when it came right down to it. There was a lull while Ellie studied my face, gravely concerned that I might not accept what she had said. Once she judged that the cusp of danger had passed, she was again a big box of questions.

"So, did you like my new pictures?" she asked shyly. I allowed that I did indeed. "So what's better, pictures or the real thing?" As she said this, she drew her legs up and then parted her knees slightly.

"Reality is always better," I affirmed. This earned a big grin and a slightly wider stance.

"Does this reality give you a stiffy?" she inquired. Her knees were now rhythmically shifting from about six to twelve inches apart.

"It will if you keep that up."

"Well, I've got to have something worthwhile to tell Sara," she pointed out. "You wouldn't be mean and disappoint her, would you?" Her knees went wider still, and she began rolling her hips, which caused her panty gusset to stretch and shift over her mound in exceedingly interesting ways.

In short order, I had to reorient my cock to a more comfortable angle, or risk having it break in two. Watching my hand make the shift, she beamed, "I did it, didn't I?"

I confirmed her guess, then self-consciously withdrew my hand. But she kept working her hips and putting on a spectacular show, and it became impossible to resist placing my hand atop my pants and shifting my cock side to side to generate at least some friction to ease the frustration. "I wish you'd let me see it," she said. She could quickly see that that suggestion was not going to fly, so before I could respond, she added, "Or at least let me see the stuff after you ejaculate." She pronounced all four syllables of 'ejaculate' separately.

"You know about that now?" I asked, somewhat surprised. She had been quite clueless a mere four days ago.

"I saw stuff on the internet," she said, blushing. "And then I read about how it works." Diligent researcher, this girl. Another pause. "So can I?"

I shook my head no, and before she could pursue the issue further, I warned, "It's probably not even going to stay hard if you keep asking questions." Given her talent at movement, that was severely stretching the truth. But it did effectively shelve the topic, at least for now.

I considered moving my hand inside my pants, but that somehow felt too unfair to Ellie. If my cock was going to stay hidden, she ought to at least be able to see my hand. It was going to take two or three times as long to spurt, but with 'live entertainment' right in front of me, this was not a bad thing.

The end result was a sticky mess in my pants. Turning down Ellie's request to 'help', I made my way to the bathroom for a big wad of toilet paper. Not wanting a repeat of Sunday's 'battle of the shower', I stood with my butt leaning against the door while I repaired the damage as best I could. The precaution turned out not to be necessary, though.

When I returned to the living room, Ellie was laid out on the couch. She propped herself up, wanting me to sit so that she could put her head in my lap, something she hadn't requested in a while. "If you behave yourself," I admonished, and sat down. She agreed, and although she laid facing me with her Prime Area Of Interest scant inches in front of her face, she was perfectly content to just snuggle, and curled her legs up somewhat. I ran my hand up and down the outer thigh of her upper leg as she drifted off to sleep.

I actually drifted off as well, but luckily woke with a start about half ten, and carried Ellie up to her bed and tucked her in. She never really woke up during the transition, though she had her arms around my neck as I carried her, and reacted with a lazy smile when I kissed her forehead before leaving.

I went back downstairs, and was semi-sleeping once more when Amy arrived. I was especially grateful for the lift home this time, as well as confirmation that the following Thursday would be Employment As Usual. No longer totally tired, I sat down at my laptop to develop my encryption skills, but a review of the Ellie portfolio resulted in another satisfying wank, and the technical details were put off until the morning. But the next morning, I got the pictures transferred and safely locked away, confirmed that I could revisit them in all their glory whenever I wished (barring a brain fart that blew away the password) and finally restored my phone to a law-abiding state. I even took a huge set of random pictures of my room, just to ensure that the entire phone memory was overwritten.

Anonymous 16/09/16(Fri)04:28 No. 24679 ID: 94ccfa

Another 'fan fiction' extension of OP's masterpiece, with apologies. At least, it bumps the topic to where some new readers may encounter the delights of the original story.

Chapter 13: The Patter of Little Feet

The following Thursday, I happily surrendered my phone to Ellie, and she happily accepted it. Together, we went over some basic techniques: no flash on extreme closeups. additional lighting sources. shutter timer when your hand would otherwise be in the way. How to do better than simple hit-or-miss focus. yada yada yada.

One suggestion, patterned panties rather than single color to better define her curves, prompted her to run upstairs and change. She was initially miffed to find that her previous pictures were 'gone', until I explained that my phone couldn't deal with encrypted snaps, but that they were safely transferred to my laptop.

Ellie spent more than an hour experimenting with her new hobby. As a result, I now had a buttload (so to speak) of pictures on my phone, almost all featuring a pair of white panties overlaid with red crosshatch pattern; a smattering of the squares contained pink rose blossoms.

About half of these involved the timer, with the phone lens pointing at the ceiling while she stood/knelt upright above it. Phone on the floor, standing with a wide stance above it. Kneeling above it. One knee on the floor, the other cocked upward onto the seat of the couch. Phone at the edge of the coffee table, standing above it. Squatting down. I was genuinely surprised at her inventiveness.

Many of the poses were done both with and without flash; she studied the results, learning as she went. Her skirt was thin, light-colored and short, which meant that the non-flash versions were often the superior ones. I dutifully reviewed her new portfolio, judiciously critiquing as I went. I told her that I especially liked the upright upskirt snaps, ensuring there would be plenty more of that style in the future. But really, except for a few that went wrong technically, they were all superb.

Ellie played her DS for a while, opposite me and knees up, of course, while I conducted further review of the new material on my phone. Eventually, it was Sara's bedtime, and once again there was no fuss. I think it helped that I had given her a fair amount of attention while Ellie was busy in 'studio mode'. She started looking at the photos with us when Ellie handed back the phone, but soon lost interest and went off into her own little world again.

As was becoming usual, Sara called me back as I was leaving. I think when she had awkward things to say, we had to reach the 'last chance' stage before she got the courage to speak up. "If you let her do stuff, she's not going to tell."

"Did Ellie put you up to this?" I asked with a smile, certain that she did.

"No, it's what I think," Sara replied simply, turning over. OK, not so certain. And in any case, I agreed with her assessment.

Downstairs, back on the couch. Ellie was on her DS, legs uncharacteristically straight out and skirt draped modestly over her thighs. She stayed that way for nigh on ten minutes. Maybe she was waiting for me to request some eye candy, or perhaps she was waiting to make sure Sara was asleep?

In the event, she abruptly stood up and then stood on the couch cushions, unsteadily making her way over the cushiony landscape to my side of the couch. My puzzlement disappeared when she put one foot on the couch arm behind me, opening up a very nice vista between her thighs.

"I've been told this is my best side," she giggled, drastically misquoting me.

"I can see why someone might say that," I confirmed, staring fixedly at her patterned panties.

"Better than sitting?" she inquired, looking for guidance.

"Possibly," I replied. "I've got no complaints either way."

She fiddled with the hem of her skirt, and tried shifting her hips around, but it was clear she had not quite mastered this, at least compared to her performance the previous week. Which is not to say that it wasn't arousing, and sprouting wood delighted her just as much as it did the last time. "I don't suppose you're going to let me see it," she stated flatly. I shook my head no, and surprisingly, she didn't pursue it further.

Probably a sophisticated move on her part; I was much more amenable to grasping the growing lump and shifting it back and forth. Seeing her enthusiastic smile in response was heartwarming. Presently, she tired of standing (or so I surmised at the time), and perched delicately on the top of the couch backrest, still maintaining an open stance by leaving her foot on the couch arm.

Presently, her other foot began making contact with my thigh, slowly working its way higher. When she neared my crotch, she looked at me enquiringly. I gave her a slight nod, and withdrew my hand. Ellie reacted with the cutest little expression of triumph, and tentatively inched forward with her toes. She progressed to make solid contact with the sole of her foot, with a look of intense concentration, but sparkling eyes. My first foot job was at the hands (foot, actually) of a ten-year-old girl.

I was a little smarter this time, and had already stashed a wad of toilet paper in my briefs, so the cleanup was a little easier this time. It still required a trip to the bathroom, as the evidence most definitely needed to be flushed.

Still giddy with excitement and not at all sleepy, Ellie wanted to review her pictures with me. I sat normally on the couch, and she snuggled up next to me, and we looked at them together.

"I think this one is my best," she said proudly, indicating her upskirt closeup shot in which she was squatting close to the corner of the coffee table. Her mound and a small expanse of inner thigh filled almost the entire frame.

"Hard to argue with that," I conceded. But mostly the conversation centered around how to make the shots better; she wanted to know how to pose, how to adjust the camera settings, and so on. Overall, I think she was learning more about how to be a photographer than how to be a model. Probably a good thing.

By the time she got sleepy, it was already past her official bedtime. She continued to hone her negotiating skills with me, promising to not give me any grief about going to bed, as long as I 'helped' her change into her pajamas. Past experience suggested that this could turn into a very long conversation, and since it was something the non-responsible side of my brain wanted to do anyway, I agreed.

Teeth brushed, we went to her bedroom. Not wanting to awaken Sara, the bedroom light remained off; her dresser was right by the door, and there was plenty of light from the hallway to pick out her pajamas. Ellie had the good sense not to try to turn it into a striptease; she simply shed her clothes and got ready for bed, pleased at the attention she was getting.

True to her word, she hopped into bed and accepted a kiss on the forehead as I tucked her in. "You'll let me do that again, won't you?" she asked, looking at me with big doe eyes, which momentarily darted down to my crotch, just in case there was any confusion about what 'that' referred to.

"Probably," I replied. 'Definitely' was surely more accurate, but I didn't want it to sound like a promise.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Amy seemed more tired than usual, so I declined the ride home and walked instead. Encryption and phone cleansing was the first order of business, followed by a good wank to the new pictures, and then sleep. One Thursday was better than all the other six days combined.

Anonymous 16/09/25(Sun)00:18 No. 24684 ID: 4f9dba

More 'fan fiction' for the excellent 'Creeper' story ...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 14: Flashing is Apparently Contagious

It was becoming hard to wait a full week to see the girls. Before Amy left for work the next Thursday, I told her, "Walking home really made me appreciate getting a lift. The next time you feel you need to get away for the evening, I'll watch the kids for free." I quickly added, "To pay you back for all the rides," hoping it would sound less creepy that way.

Amy looked almost as embarrassed as she did when we crossed paths at the nightclub. I hadn't really intended to pick at that scab, but I did. She said something about it being a very kind offer, and left hurriedly after calling out 'goodbye' to the girls.

Both girls came trotting down the stairs soon after, somewhat bewildered by the hasty exit, but quickly distracted by the prospect of 'Ed time'. To the casual observer, Ellie seemed more interested in my phone than in me, as she requested it straight away. She had clearly been talking with her little sister, because Sara sat exactly where Ellie usually did, and went through the same poses the older girl favored, all the while blithely playing with their shared DS. Sara mostly ignored us, but did seem pleased when I sat so that I could look directly at her.

Ellie was all over the place, trying out new poses, some pretty crazy. She 'sat' upside down on the other couch, her head on the seat and butt high in the air against the couch back, spreading and doubling over her thin legs. She raised the phone as high as she could to take her crotch shots, but had to make several tries, since judging how to point the camera lens was tricky. But she still included a plethora of 'pose above the camera' ones, too, since I had said that I favored those.

When Ellie was finished, she insisted on reviewing them with me, possibly to ensure that my attention shifted away from her sister. I shifted to a more standard sitting position on the couch, and she promptly jumped into my lap, her back against my chest, and her thighs spread out over mine. "Wait, one more," she giggled, putting the phone just above my knees and snapping a picture, then showing me that one first.

My legs were in the bottom part of that picture; I wasn't sure I should keep that one, but I wasn't going to mention that to Ellie. But sitting with her legs spread in a short skirt with blue and white striped panties prominently displayed was an incredible turn on, so you guessed it, the image survived.

She showed me the rest, and we even deleted some of the upside down ones that were almost completely off the mark. Sara had meanwhile wandered off, perhaps from having lost my attention. Ellie was a hyper-wriggly version of her usual self, clearly calculated to induce a boner, which sprouted quickly.

She could easily feel the lump her cute butt was rubbing against, but it was angled off toward the crease in my thigh, uncomfortably situated. I asked her to "stand up a sec" while I rapidly readjusted, and she was initially surprised to find it 'gone' when she settled back in, but presently she located her 'toy' pressing straight up between her cheeks. I admit to having slumped down a bit during the readjustment, which helped shorten her search time considerably. Her butt was about as effective as her foot was the last time, but when we had run through all the pictures, she was up and rocketing off to a new adventure. Either she had done more internet homework, or she just naturally understood how to tease.

Later there was a bit of tickling, progressing to some rough-housing, culminating with me on my back on the rug and Ellie sort of laying over me trying to pin me to the floor. The ruckus had attracted Sara, who clearly wanted to join in, but most likely refrained out of consideration for her sister. I hadn't spent much time with her on this visit, so it seemed like a good time to say, "Help me, Sara!"

She brightened up right away and joined the dog pile, though it was unclear who she was helping. She jumped on top of both of us and laid out on her stomach, but with her head toward our feet. She spread her legs widely, which suddenly made me flash back to Katie, half a lifetime ago.

Apart from token resistance, I did not try to get out from under them, and things slowly wound down. Ellie laid a bit off-center, one of my legs between hers, very reminiscent of the night in her mother's bed. The analogy might have occurred to her as well, because she started rocking her hips against me.

Her gentle thrusts became almost the only motion, and Sara soon lost interest and went off to her own world once again. I raised my leg a bit to give the victor a better angle for her hunching. Her hip pressed up against the lump inside my pants. She knew it was there, and seemed supremely satisfied that I was hard.

Ellie was content to remain engaged that way until I had to get up and put her sister to bed. Sara reached up to give me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. That was new. I reciprocated with a kiss on her forehead, and then it was lights out.

Downstairs, Ellie had moved to the other couch, DS under heavy scrutiny. This couch was a two-cushion affair, appreciably narrower than the three-cushion one, with barely enough room for a child to lay out fully. She was sitting sideways in her usual revealing position, so I sat opposite her. It was a tight fit what with us facing each other, but that was her intent.

The panty-shot she was offering contained a bigger surprise: there was a hint of a wet spot on the gusset. Before long, she stretched one leg out in front of her. Her bare foot just happened to run into the underside of one of my thighs. Her other foot made its way to the floor, creating a tantalizing wide-open vista, and she slumped down a little in the process.

This put her foot further up my thigh. It seemed only fair to meet her halfway, so I scooted down a couple of inches as well. Quite soon after that, there was a tiny foot exploring an unfamiliar part of the male anatomy. There followed not a few questions about the exact nature of testicles, all the while her foot experimented with how they moved and reacted to pressure.

"Ed?" she asked, in a questioning tone, once she had her fill of answers. "I want to see what it's like to do it when you don't have your pants on."

"That's not a very good idea," I responded, attempting to be responsible and all that. Not that what was already happening was a stellar idea, mind you.

"You can still be a prude and leave your underpants on, you big baby," she said.

Ellie panicked briefly when I stood up, wondering if she had truly offended me, but then relaxed when she saw that I had engaged the safety chain on the door. Her mother had never come home early, but this would definitely not be a welcome scene to walk in on. Amy could still open the door with her key, but only an inconsequential sliver of the house could be seen until the chain was unlatched. Ellie figured that part out, but was completely mystified when I placed a hefty dictionary on the bottom stair step before returning to her. This was my reminder to unlatch the door once the girls were asleep. Mental note: next time, find something that could more plausibly be left on the step, but still sufficiently incongruous and large to catch my attention.

By the time I returned and actually dropped my pants, she had placed all the throw pillows within reach behind her back, moving her closer to my end. I considered getting back on the couch with my pants still around my ankles, but then discarded that absurdity and took them off completely.

Ellie's foot was back, and indeed it brought along a friend this time, as soon as I sat back down and spread my knees apart. There we stayed, both with knees up and thighs spread, while she worked on my crotch. One foot continued rubbing my balls, and the other got reacquainted with what she had now formally christened Mr. Stiffy.

I had forgotten to come armed with a wad of toilet paper this time, Ellie seemed somewhat surprised at the size of the wet patch on my briefs, and wanted to know what "that stuff looked like," though I bet she had already come across jpegs. I allowed a brief peek before I went to clean up. So now I can add 'flasher' to my resume.

On the drive home, I reminded Amy about my offer. She said, "Maybe Saturday, then? Unless you've got other plans." I assured her that she had a higher opinion of my social life than was warranted, and that Saturday would be fine. Anyway, if I had other plans, I would have canceled them.

Anonymous 16/09/25(Sun)00:22 No. 24685 ID: 4f9dba

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 15: A Pair of Presents

Ringing the doorbell a little before 7 on Saturday night produced thunderous footsteps down the stairs accompanied by delighted squeals. The girls let me in and were hugging me before I even got through the door, Sara's arm wrapped around a thigh and Ellie hugging my waist. The girls were clearly over the moon about this 'extra' visit. I was early, and by the time Amy finished dressing and came down the stairs, she was greeted with me walking around the room with both girls aboard. Ellie had jumped up on my back, and was getting a piggy-back ride, legs locked around my waist and arms tightly around my neck, giggling madly. Sara was still hugging the same thigh, with her feet balanced atop my foot, allowing me to walk stiff-legged with her in tow, too.

If she had felt any guilt about having a night to herself, I think this scene banished all such thoughts. She promised to be back "by midnight," but I told her to ring my phone if she wanted to stay out later. Once she had gone, Ellie wanted my phone straight away. She pounded up the stairs with it, followed closely by Sara. Since I had not been invited to follow, I stayed downstairs and watched TV.

After a surprisingly long time, I was summoned to their room, though I put the safety chain on the door before I went upstairs. Ellie orchestrated a slide show of her new pictures, and almost as oddly, Sara watched with us. After a few selfies of Ellie, the biggest surprise: Ellie's next image was of Sara on her bed, sitting in her characteristic revealing pose, smiling for the camera. Both girls had big smiles, waiting for my reaction.

I tried to look disapprovingly at Ellie, but it's impossible to claim the moral high ground when I had already been caught doing the same, and surreptitiously at that. Both girls giggled demonically, and Sara turned her interests to her dolls as we continued. The next series featured the younger girl sitting at the edge of her bed, then laying back, then with legs open. A low-angle shot right up Sara's skirt, then a more prim one from above, followed by a series where the hem crept higher, until it was up around her waist, white panties fully revealed. They were plain white with no pattern; either an oversight, or Ellie wanted to ensure that her own images were better than her sister's.

Indeed, the next batch featured Ellie sporting panties with a plaid pattern, going through the same sequence. Evidently Sara was the photographer for these.

There followed more of Sara, laying on her stomach on her bed, skirt creeping progressively higher up past her bum. Then another surprise: Sara's panties at half-mast, showing off half her cute butt cheeks.

Next up was Ellie playing the same role. Her panties were already rather low cut, but there was a whole series culminating in her entire bum exposed. "We had to delete one where you could see too much," Ellie commented, hoping I would be impressed with the way she followed 'the rules'. My arm was already around her, and I gave a little approving squeeze... though I found myself wishing I had seen the 'mistake'.

As we were reviewing a few more upskirt selfies that Ellie had taken, she motioned her sister back over. They were both watching when the last photo came up: both girls were on Ellie's bed, back to the wall, knees up and thighs spread, holding a little sign between them that read: "We love you, Ed!" They had colored this themselves, and the words were inside a big red heart. Hugs all around followed, and that card went home with me.

This last shot explained the oddly-positioned chair in their room; that must have been the platform to prop up the phone when they used the self-timer. I took one more picture myself, of them standing primly and holding the card. The version they had taken was not exactly suitable for posting on a bulletin board. Sara then wandered out and headed downstairs. It was officially past her bedtime, but it was Saturday, and she was getting a free pass in any case.

"Ed?" Ellie inquired, almost as soon as Sara was out the door. "I like wrestling with you, but how about letting me win this time?"

I pointed out that, even with Sara's help, she had 'won' last time. Sort of.

"Just let me win, OK?" Her tone was very matter-of-fact, not pleading. "There's something I want to try."

"Maybe," I replied. Of course I was going to let her, but it's not as much fun if you admit to it. A little tickle attack met with retaliation, a bit of rolling around, ultimately with me on my back, and Ellie sitting triumphantly on my stomach. I was pinned diagonally on the bed, my knees over the side, but the battle wasn't quite over.

Ellie had grasped both my wrists, and I kept raising them up as she fought to pin them to the mattress. She wanted them up above my head, so as she countered each insurgence, she inched her way up my torso. She reached the point where her shins were pinning my upper arms, she was leaning forward to pin my wrists down high above my head, and her crotch was planted on my throat. She looked down into my face and grinned, "I've really got you, don't I?"

Barring some actually violent movement on my part, she effectively did. I gave another surge and lifted my wrists briefly off the mattress. But it was surprisingly hard from that position, trying to rotate from the elbows, and I replied, "I guess you do."

"Do you give up?" she asked.

I shook my head 'no', partly to draw out the game, but also because I wanted to feel my chin rub across the front of her panties. Ellie clearly liked the sensation as well, prompting several more rounds of question and answer. She pressed herself solidly against my jaw, and began hunching a little on my neck. "Well then, I'll just keep you here till you do."

Sensing that she was ready to move on, I tried one last surge with my wrists, and then said, "OK, I give up."

"Do you give up completely?" she asked.


"Because!" was her non-answer.

"OK, I give up completely."

"When you give up completely, you can't move until I let you go," Ellie said. As answers go, better late than never, I guess. She was still massaging my neck with her pussy, so I had a pretty good idea where she was going with this. I nodded consent.

She took a little while to work up her courage, but then, biting her lower lip, she raised up and moved forward, coming down on my face. My mouth, actually. Ellie resumed her rocking motion, which gradually accelerated.

I hadn't done anything with my lips during her first tentative explorations, and now she was hunching on my mouth and nose with such abandon that it didn't make any sense to even try. Panties, thighs, and skirt were all I could see as I allowed the horny ten-year-old to ride my face. Eventually, she brought herself to a massive climax and, after a few shuddering aftershocks, rolled off to the side and collapsed.

Freed from the tent of her skirt, I saw Sara standing in the doorway out of the corner of my eye. One hand was under her skirt, clearly rubbing between her legs. I didn't let on that I saw her, and in fact turned a bit away, more toward Ellie. When I snuck a glance a little later, she had disappeared again.

Turning back to Ellie, I asked, "Do you know what happened there?"

"I think so," she nodded, still somewhat out of breath. But she still had questions, and snuggled against me as we lay on her bed as she got the best answers I could provide.

"I should check on Sara," I said, after an extended cuddle. Ellie headed for the bathroom, and I went downstairs to find Sara curled up on the couch, just about asleep. I carried her back to her room, helped her into her pajamas, and tucked her in bed.

"I watched what you were doing," Sara confessed. "Was that OK?"

I took that to mean 'OK to watch', and replied, "Ask your sister." That seemed to satisfy her, so I gave her a kiss, thanked her again for the card, and darkened the room as I left.

Downstairs, Ellie was sitting on the smaller couch, already drastically slumped down, just waiting for me -- no DS in sight. I took up my place, with a similar slump. Though perhaps half an hour had passed since she rolled off my face, my boner was still on high alert, and the panty show directly in front of me would have been an effective call to arms in any event.

Ellie's socked foot almost immediately made contact with my thigh. She was wearing knee high socks which vaguely matched the pattern on her panties. It wasn't long before that foot progressed to massaging my balls. "You're not going to be a big baby again, are you?" she asked cheekily.

"That depends," I replied, "on what 'giving up completely' entails."

"Oh, yeah," she beamed, pointing a finger at me. "You can't move!" Hesitating for a moment to see if I was going to object, she then rocketed forward and attacked belt buckle, button, and zipper with wild abandon. I let her struggle on her own to get my pants out from under my butt; no point in making it too easy for her. The briefs put up less of a struggle, though I did make sure the wad of tissue stayed behind despite the 'immobilization directive'. I was pretty sure it would come in handy very soon.

So. I'm naked from the waist down, on a couch, with a very enthusiastic ten-year-old girl hovering nearby. I had one foot still up on the cushions, the other on the floor, and Ellie kneeling between my legs. She slowly reached out, and let her fingertips tentatively graze my rod. Ellie progressed to rubbing it, and then rhythmically fisting it, her gaze bouncing between my face and her new toy all the while. At the critical juncture, I held the tissues in a position where it would catch everything while still letting my young student see the trajectory.

There were inevitably more questions once I had popped my cork, and she seemed overly impressed with the whole affair. When I gathered my clothes and headed to the bathroom, she followed me upstairs. She wanted me to stay naked, but I reminded her that (unlike on a work night) we didn't really know when her mother would be back. In the end, there was a compromise: pants back on, but briefs stuffed in my pocket.

It was by now after ten, and when I went to unchain the front door, Ellie begged me not to. Unchained meant "fun's over," and she kept saying, "I want to do that again." I was already semi-hard, so this was technically feasible. Her earnest begging was enough to get me away from the door, despite the fact that I really didn't want Amy to come back and encounter that chain. But with no TV or other noise, we'd probably hear the car pull up.

Ellie bounced around the living room, a dynamic little ball of energy. When I expressed surprise that she wasn't sleepy yet, she confided that, "I went to bed early last night, and we both tried to sleep late this morning, so that we could stay awake longer."

I had meanwhile laid on my side on the larger couch, and Ellie alighted on the coffee table right in front of me, then aimed her spread legs right at me. "Now, isn't this better than just looking at pictures?" she giggled, hiking up her skirt just in case there might be confusion about the subject. It was hard to argue with that logic.

Then she was up again, twirling around, and plopping back down, this time sitting sideways on my chest. I was 'forced' onto my back in the process. "Anyway, you can't move," she reasoned, "so you don't really have a say." One hand started working on my belt buckle, but most of her attention was on my face, searching for approval.

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "If you could force me to do something," I asked, "you wouldn't really make me do it if I didn't want to, would you?" This seemed to be an important point to get across to her, so I used my 'serious' voice.

"Well, no," she conceded, equally seriously. Then back to bubbly, "But I can make you want to." Another quick shift, and she was straddling my chest, facing my feet, and pulling her skirt up to her waist. She wiggled her cute bum at me from close range.

By this point, she already had my pants fully opened, and was watching for a reaction. "It jumped! That's a 'yes' vote, isn't it?" she asked triumphantly.

"I suppose it is," I replied. I'm not sure why I was feigning reluctance; perhaps it was my way of allowing her to 'win' another contest.

"Goodie!" she exclaimed delightedly, and wrapped her tiny hand around my cock. Markedly more confident with the earlier experience under her belt, she began smoothly jacking me off. Her skirt had fallen back down, so I lifted the curtain once more, then massaged her pert little ass.

At my urging, I guided her back and sat her delectable pussy on my face. I began nuzzling the soft flesh, and gradually her hips started reacting. As her attention was drawn to her own needs, her hand stopped moving, though she maintained an iron grip on my cock -- and especially so when she orgasmed right there on my face.

During her brief recovery it admittedly got a little hard to breathe, but I was reluctant to disturb her afterglow. I did lift her up a little as she began to stir, and she resumed her heavenly wanking once she got back up on her knees. I explored some little-girl butt and admired the view until she made me spurt.

Ellie went for some nearby tissue and handled most of the cleanup. Once my pants were back in order, the chain came off the door. Ellie followed me upstairs, and decided to visit in the bathroom while I reordered my clothes and got my briefs back on. I had put one of her stuffed animals on the steps at the bottom of the stairs, as an extra reminder about the chain, and that went back up the stairs with us.

She was finally getting tired -- it was after 11, after all -- and we did the same change-into-pajamas by hall light in her room. But with a little twist. Examining the state of the undies she just shed, she had a few more questions, and was worried what her mom might think when she saw them. "Maybe you could take these home with you and wash them, then sneak them back next week?" Capital idea, I thought, though they weren't going to get washed until the very last moment. Long story short, I went home with their card and some well-used panties in my pocket.

Amy returned about half 11, and drove me home. "I really should pay you for tonight," she remarked, apparently feeling guilty again.

I showed her the card the girls had made for me, though now that I think back on it, there were SO many ways for that to go wrong in the long run. But it seemed like a good idea at the time. "This qualifies as my best payday yet," I told her. "So in my book, I still owe you a freebie. Just let me know the next time you want to go out."

My budding encrypted catalog was becoming increasingly precious to me, especially with this latest addition. I emptied a little USB drive, copied all of Ellie's encrypted offerings onto it, sealed it in a plastic zip bag, put that in a small tin, and shoved the whole thing between two cinder blocks in the wall behind our house. It was more than just a hard drive failure I was protecting against; these would survive even if the whole house burned down. Nothing short of a tactical nuke was going to deprive me of my stash now. And in that scenario, I wouldn't be around to care anyway.

Anonymous 16/09/25(Sun)00:25 No. 24686 ID: 4f9dba

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 16: A Blast From the Past

On to the following Thursday, things went off with only minor variations. Ellie took off upstairs with my phone, but this time Sara remained with me, showing me more of her dolls and being uncharacteristically chatty. When Ellie returned, Sara even hung around for a while during the 'slide show' on my phone, but eventually drifted away.

Ellie sat as she had done last time, on my lap with her legs spread around mine, but now she wanted my legs apart as well. Once posed the way she wanted, she took a snap up her skirt. I only got a quick glance at the freeze-frame, and it looked a little odd, but Ellie wanted to start from the beginning, so it took a few photos before I figured it out. The little minx was sporting too-small panties in these shots, most likely belonging to Sara. Her mostly-white knickers were covered with a pattern of Spongebob images in various poses, alternating with Patrick. They were exceedingly tight, and the gusset left about half her pussy uncovered when viewed from below.

Given my tastes, these were hugely erotic images she had created. "Is that what you're wearing now?" I asked, slightly in awe.

"You'll just have to wait and see," Ellie replied, relishing my reaction. I didn't think I could wait, and my subconscious in fact did not. As we went through the photos, I discovered that my hand had run up her inner thigh, caressing her as it went. Ellie seemed to welcome this, so I consciously continued onward, until my fingers reached the apex. A few strokes confirmed that there was an awful lot of exposed flesh there, so the betting was heavy that she was currently wearing those same undies.

Reaching the last picture, of the two of us here on the couch, confirmed this. The sequence just before that image were all taken with her standing, holding her skirt up with one hand, with her other hand holding the phone in front of her and aiming at her hips. The images differed in the state of her panties, which started barely above half-mast and crept progressively lower. Although out of frame, her feet were clearly planted well apart, leaving plenty of room for the panty gusset to dangle freely between her spread thighs. All that covered her genitals from this angle was the tautly stretched material that would normally be covering her belly.

And in the last of the sequence, with her panties lowered completely off her hips, her thighs were a bit closer together, since the waist band was stretched to the limit. This one was most definitely a nude shot. "I wanted to show you this one before we deleted it," she explained. It did not escape her notice that I moved on without deleting. (Hey, it was going to be encrypted in just a few hours anyway. Waste not, want not. And I REALLY wanted that erotic shot.)

By this point, my fingers were concentrating on the thin strip of cotton in the middle, and Ellie was starting to breathe more heavily. I abandoned the fully upright position and leaned back, pulling Ellie along with me, one arm around her waist, the other hand busily working under her skirt between her legs.

Some of my attention was diverted to listening for any returning cars; I had not yet chained the door. But it turned out that nothing interrupted the young girl's slow building to a satisfying crescendo. As she laid atop me in the aftermath, her back still against my chest, my hand remained where it was, but my fingers paid more attention to the bare flesh on either side of her gusset.

Chaining the door was the first order of business once she was ready to get up. When I turned around, Ellie had already unzipped her skirt; she was just waiting to get my full attention. She dropped her skirt, then pranced around to show off her panties. Since they were intended for a much smaller child, they functioned as very tight low-riders, with a substantial amount of bum spilling out over the top in the back. They looked sexy from either side: in the front, the narrow gusset curving down between her legs left a lot of bare flesh exposed at the margins.

Ellie alighted on the couch, straddling the couch back and then bending forward to lay on her stomach there, one leg dangling down behind it, her other foot on the couch cushion. She patted the cushion with her hand, and said, "Come on back, Ed!"

I sat and leaned back against the arm rest, on the end with the delightful view of her butt, of course. It was such an erotic sight that, despite my misgivings about setting a precedent, I took out my phone and captured the image: rounded hump of the padded top of the couch pushing up between her dangling thighs, very short and delicate downy blond hairs populating the bare pussy flesh to either side of the narrow gusset, and a damp patch where my finger had been pressing the material between her peach halves.

Ellie wanted to see the result. I held up the phone, and she beamed, "Cool, huh?" I had to agree.

Now she was tugging at my pant leg, "Scoot down, Ed," she requested. I really didn't want to give up my vantage point, but I humored her, propping my head up on the couch arm as I laid out more fully. She laid a hand on the lump in my pants and gave a little squeeze. "I can tell you liked that," she teased.

Ellie dismounted the couch back and knelt between my legs, opening my pants and tugging them downward. I told her not to take them all the way off. She scowled, but settled for having my pants and briefs around my ankles. If a mad scramble to return to normalcy ever became necessary, pulling up my pants was far easier than finding them and putting them on. I had discussed 'emergency procedures' with Ellie before, and she knew her role was to collect her things (such as her skirt here) and race to her bedroom. I'd have enough trouble being nonchalant if Amy returned unexpectedly, and it would be nigh impossible for a ten-year-old caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Being upstairs gave her more time to compose herself and return to a normal demeanor. In fact, unless it was extremely early, the plan called for her to pretend to already be tucked in bed.

Such thoughts were always on my mind, even now with a ten-year-old girl using her hand to investigate my nuts for the first time. "I guess you like that, too," she giggled as my cock jumped in response. After some more exploration, she moved toward me to straddle my hips and set up a nice rocking motion, expertly dry-humping me.

My hands gravitated to Ellie's thighs, and I felt the smooth skin as she continued to grind away on my cock. Suddenly Sara appeared over the top of my head, leaning in with great interest to watch the crotch action. I just about jumped out of my skin at the unexpected company, but neither girl seemed to even notice my reaction!

The young pussy rocking atop my boner had a remarkably soothing effect, and apart from an elevated heartbeat, I quickly got back in the groove. Sara moved from the side of the couch around to the front, for a closer look. From here, I could see that she was rubbing her own pussy as she watched. I had told her that she should ask Ellie if it was OK to watch: apparently, they had had that conversation, and it was.

Despite being induced to almost have a heart attack or stroke or both, I came before Ellie, squirting up onto my belly and chest. Strangely, it was Sara who fetched some tissues and blotted up the evidence. Ellie seemed on the verge of saying something to her sister, apparently feeling that her territory was being encroached upon, but she didn't.

Sara wandered off, and I heard the toilet flush, disposing of the evidence. Or so I fervently hoped. Ellie doubled down, and hunched her way to orgasm. She collapsed on my chest, still in a crouch, wanting to be held.

When the time came, I got my clothing into a more respectable state, and helped Sara get ready for bed. She asked me to help her into her pajamas again; like her older sister, she seemed to want to show me her body. "Did you lend Ellie your Spongebob panties?" I asked her.

"No, those are hers, from when she was little," Sara replied. "She hadn't worn them in ages, though. She won't let mum throw them out; they were her favorites." No doubt they were my favorites, too.

Downstairs, Ellie had put her skirt back on (as I had suggested), and was engrossed in her DS on the smaller couch. I sat at the opposite end, DS in hand as well. But I spent a lot of time studying the way her panties hugged her young pussy, and Ellie spent a lot of time making sure I got a good look.

After about an hour of gaming, Ellie came over to me on all fours. "Ed?" she began tentatively. "Do you think I could 'win' again?"

"I don't know," I teased. "You won last time, but I'm feeling particularly strong tonight." I flexed my biceps to emphasize this, and was rewarded with a delighted giggle.

But of course I was a pushover. After a bit of quiet wrestling on the carpet so as not to wake her sister, I was on my back and she was sitting on my chest. She struck her own body-builder pose to mock me, but this left my hands free, which earned her some rib-tickling in retaliation.

Ellie soon had my wrists back under control, and she worked her way forward, pinning my wrists high. It ended as she had intended, sitting on my face, only this time, there was a fair amount of bare pussy massaging my mouth. Ellie let my lips and tongue explore for quite a while before descending into the out of control grinding phase.

I was surprised at how late it was when she finally dismounted: 10:40. Chain disengaged, plush toy back upstairs, teeth brushed. Ellie engaged in a delightful little stripping performance, then slipped into a short nightie. I helped her step into the hand-washed plaid undies I had with me, in exchange for her current micro-panties, which went in my pocket. Tucked in, quick kiss, back downstairs. All done in time.

Hello to Amy, quick lift home, encrypt the photos, wipe the phone straight away. Then, finally, time for a good whiff of those scanty panties, and a more thorough examination of the new pictures.

styxarcher 16/09/26(Mon)23:59 No. 24693 ID: cbffb7

I have been binge reading this for the past 3 hours only to learn that OP abandoned it 2 years ago. What a boner killer.

Anonymous 16/10/16(Sun)01:41 No. 24736 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 17: Bath Time

The following week, I was given a new directive. "Make sure this one gets a shower before her bedtime," Amy directed, indicating Ellie, who was standing nearby with a big grin. "She likes to put it off, then what do you know, it's bed time, and no time for a shower. Don't let her get away with that."

That was the last thing their mother said before rushing out the door. I looked at Ellie. "You're not going to pull that trick with me, are you?"

"Oh, no," she said dramatically, eyes wide, as though it were unthinkable. "If you tell me to, I'll take one right now." She let the surprise wash over my face, before adding, "...if you take it with me."

I made her stop and think about what would happen if her mother returned to find me all wet, and Ellie conceded that it was not a good idea. "But you can still come supervise," she persisted, "and make sure that I do it right." She actually clapped when I agreed to that. "And you have to dry me off," she decreed as she bounded up the stairs.

I followed her upstairs, after chaining the door. Ellie was already in the bathroom, running the water. "Bath, not shower?" I inquired, noting which taps she was running.

"What if I need help washing my back?" she replied. "You'd get wet helping if I was in the shower. Bath is safer." She was standing by the tub and fiddling with the tails of her blouse. With a twinkle in her eye, she said, "I think I forgot how to do this. Maybe I need help already."

OK, too cute. But effective. I knelt down and unbuttoned her blouse for her. Before taking it off, I got up to close the bathroom door, but she said, "That's OK. You can leave it open."

Hmm. That probably involved some agreement with her sister. So the door stayed open, and I went back to 'helping' her with her blouse. No surprise, my help was needed for everything else as well, right down to her undies. Ellie made several adjustments to the bath water, each time bending at the waist with her cute butt and pussy pointed directly at me.

When she finally settled down into the tub, I sat on the lid of the toilet, more or less facing her. She made a point of keeping her legs apart as she washed. Raise one leg to soap it up, cock the other thigh out to the side. Slide down into the tub to rinse the shampoo out of her hair, spread WIDE in front of me. Finally, she crouched, presented her back to me, and asked me to wash it. Another dip under to rinse, then standing up, now requesting a good soaping for her butt. One more rinse, then up, legs spread and bent at the waist: a wordless request. One squeaky-clean pussy, coming up.

Ellie reluctantly squatted to rinse when I withdrew my hand. Before she could think about a new request, I took a towel and started drying her hair. I then wrapped her long hair in the towel, forming a turban, and had her stand. With a second towel, I dried her face, arms and torso, then had her put one foot up on the edge of the tub to dry that leg. She delighted in showing off her naked pussy, and leaned back as far as she dared to expose as much as she could.

Now her dry foot was on the bathroom floor, the wet one was propped up on the tub edge, and that leg got the same treatment. With Ellie standing directly in front of me, I draped the towel over my upturned palm and put it between her legs. While my right hand ran the towel back and forth along her pussy, my left took a corner of the towel and dried her butt cheeks. My left hand also gently pulled her toward me, forcing her into a bit of a bow-legged stance as she straddled me and the toilet bowl, which elicited a nervous giggle.

The towel departed, but my busy hands did not. One cupped her bum while the other massaged her freshly-dried pussy. It did not stay dry for long; my middle finger was soon slick with her juices. Ellie put her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder, squatting onto my lap gradually as her leg muscles turned to jelly.

I parted my legs to ensure she was as spread open as possible. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sara standing in the doorway, doing to herself what I was doing to her sister. Or a reasonable approximation. But I now shifted gears, inserting the tip of my finger into her virgin hole in addition to directly massaging her blossoming clit, which made Ellie an order of magnitude more animated. By the time she arrived at a shattering climax, she was bucking so violently that I truly needed both hands to stay with her.

Her high-pitched keening gradually gave way to heavy panting, and then to a more relaxed posture on my lap. When she was ready to let go of me, I dipped a wash cloth in the bathwater, and wiped away her juices. Another brief toweling, and she was as fresh as when she first stepped out of the bath.

Ellie's amnesia apparently extended to dressing as well as undressing, so I followed her to her room and helped her into her nightgown. It was really a football jersey, kid-sized, and apparently an old one that she had outgrown, because it was somewhat threadbare, hardly covered any thigh at all, and probably would have been unwearable had it not been stretchy cotton knit. It clung to her butt like it had been painted on, looking more like a sexy micro-dress than a nightgown. It had to be flipped up to her waist (quite a sight, that) to have any chance of getting her panties on under it. While we were there, her precious Spongebob undies were returned to the special corner of the drawer where she kept them.

Ellie wanted my phone next; no surprise there. Meanwhile, responsible lad that I am, I busied myself draining the bath, cleaning it, gathering up her discarded clothes, and otherwise straightening up. When I finally went back downstairs, both girls raced past me in the other direction. Sara was carrying my phone, so her sister had apparently recruited her again. I settled in to watch TV.

I was on the verge of going up to check on them when they pounded down the stairs and swarmed over to me. Ellie picked up the remote and turned off the TV, supremely confident that her 'show' trumped whatever I had been watching. Smart girl. With her back to me, she sat on my lap, straddling one thigh. Sara occupied my other thigh in the same manner, and I put an arm around each waist when they leaned back against me. Ellie held up the phone and began her slide show.

The first was of Sara, riding the back of the couch like a horse. The next was from behind, with her leaning forward. Her tiny skirt was short enough to let a hint of light green panties peek out between the couch back and hem. Her skirt was flipped up in the next one, showing a large expanse of green. Not as much green in the next: her panties were at half-mast.

"Must you corrupt your sister?" I asked Ellie (quite ineffectively; my tone conveyed more approval than disapproval, and was met with giggles from both sides). The next few were upskirts of Sara standing, from varying distances. Ellie struck the same pose; her panties were dark blue, with a pattern of very small orange dots, apparently snapped by Sara.

Her next pose was somewhat strange: bent over the couch arm, tummy on the arm, head and shoulders on the cushion, legs apart and trailing off to the floor. Sara took pictures from behind, showing Ellie gradually peeling her nightgown up over her jutting butt, then more as she lowered her panties. These culminated in an extreme spread with those panties dangling around one knee.

The surface of each end table was mostly glass, held in oak frames. Ellie sat on that in a wide straddle; a low-angle shot captured her nightgown curled back to her hips, panties fully exposed. Even lower angles were shot up through the glass, featuring her entire panty gusset pressed against the glass. Sara tried the same, but her knees couldn't quite straddle the full width, so she sat caddy-corner nearer to an edge. First Sara and then Ellie repeated the sequence, but without panties the second time around.

I knew I was going to keep all of these. I would be going home with dynamite material on my phone. In more ways than one: such photos should not exist even briefly in an unencrypted state. I resolved that in the future, I should bring my laptop over here with me.

The girls found an imaginative use for just about every piece of furniture in sight. About a third of them featured a partially or completely bare pussy. The ratio tipped more toward nudity when they went upstairs. The bedroom pictures were exclusively of Ellie, with Sara serving as photographer.

The first was beautifully done, with Ellie 'asleep' on her bed, hair radiating outward from her pillow, legs apart with one dangling off the edge of the bed. This one did not show panties (hard to do with such a short, tight nightshirt, but they managed it by choosing the camera angle carefully). Then the nightgown crept up, the panties inched progressively lower, and the last shot showed them around one ankle.

The next crazy series had Ellie doubled over, butt high in the air, thighs spread wide, grinning wickedly. Her panties went down and down, until they were finally draped around just one knee.

There were many more, mostly nude, all delightful. She tried, for example, a cheerleader split pose, which showed off her bare pussy remarkably well. The most memorable, though, was a series of simple upskirt shots. Running through the progressive closeups, it was hard not to imagine Ellie sinking her bare pussy down onto my face.

Sara was on the verge of falling asleep by the time we finished. I imagine she lost interest once there were no more snaps of her, but at any rate it was past her bedtime. I carried her upstairs and tucked her in, then went back downstairs to attend to the other budding nudist.

Ellie had her feet up on the couch, legs stretched straight ahead, sitting very primly (no mean feat with that tiny nightshirt). I sat on the floor next to her, my head near her knee. She gave me an odd look, since this was very nonstandard behavior, then asked, "Were our pictures OK?"

I assured her they were, and she was visibly relieved. Officially, the 'no nude snaps' directive was still in place, but she had sensed that it was 'no longer operative,' and was glad to have her hunch confirmed. "Are you wearing panties now?" I asked.

"What do you think?" she responded, evading the question.

"I'm going to guess 'no'," I said, pretending to give it weighty consideration. I lifted her closest knee and moved it to the other side of my head, revealing her bare crotch in all it's glory.

"What happened to your undies, young lady?" I inquired, feigning shock.

"Umm, they fell off," she deadpanned.

"That's dangerous," I informed her with mock seriousness. "What if you were attacked?" I planted a kiss on the inside of her knee.

"Who would attack me?" she asked, not sure where this was going.

"Strangers. Maybe pirates!" I responded. A few more kisses, higher up.

"Ooh, scary," she said. She saw that my neck was pressed right up against the edge of the couch, and realized she would have to move if my kisses were going to reach any more of her thigh. She slid forward slightly.

"Maybe even... (dramatic pause) cannibals!" I 'warned'. I began kissing the newly-accessible patch of skin.

"You mean," she giggled, clearly getting the reference, "I could be in danger of getting eaten?" She turned slightly more toward me and slumped down a tiny bit as well.

I wondered if she had run across the euphemism on informational sites, or if she had simply been reading porn on the internet. "Oh yes," I answered, between kisses that traveled further up her thigh, "Statistics show that losing your undies dramatically increases your chance of being eaten."

"Oh dear," she said. Her breathing was becoming erratic, and the dire warnings somehow did not dissuade her from moving even closer to the edge of the couch. Her bald pussy was only about an inch away from my face now, and my lips could just about reach the hollow at the top of her thigh. I remained stationary; she was going to have to cover the remaining distance on her own, which she promptly did.

Feeling my lips on her bare slit caused an unnaturally loud intake of breath. She surged forward even more, mashing her mound against my face. Her hips began vibrating, and within a minute her hands were clasping my head, pulling me in. Ellie orgasmed in a surprisingly short amount of time.

It was by no means a quiet one, so I refrained from stimulating her further, though I did keep my face buried in her crotch as she descended from the peak. For whatever reason, her next topic of conversation revolved around the mechanics of intercourse. She wanted to know if we could do that. Rather than a flat 'no', I reminded her of how tight the tip of my finger felt inside her, and had her imagine how much damage something much bigger would do, not to mention the pain. I was careful to keep this in terms of her 'size' rather than her 'age', so that in her mind it wouldn't be an issue of maturity or lack thereof. We discussed the fragility of her hymen, and I cautioned her that she would find all sorts of misinformation on the internet, and that she should not try anything risky. Though visibly dejected, she understood the logic.

"But we can do something almost as good," I told her, "without harming you." She brightened at the prospect, and her mood changed in an instant, despite not having the slightest inkling as to what I was going on about. All I had in mind was a glorified dry-hump, but that was not a profitable way to present it to her. I instead emphasized the similarities, and then showed her.

With enthusiastic cooperation from Ellie, I knelt in front of her, peeling down my pants and briefs, then raised her legs high in the air. Moving right up against the couch positioned my cock between her thighs, and then squeezing her legs together made a very tight pocket for my rod. Her pussy was angled so that thrusting caused the underside of my cock to slide along her slit; the result was a very nice mock-fuck with this perfect ten-year-old girl.

Ellie actually came before I did, thank goodness -- it was important that she regard this an acceptable substitute for the real thing. And she clearly liked watching me shoot off soon after; I had tissues handy, so we avoiding having to deal with a sticky nightgown. I had figured out a while back that the rational strategy would be to stuff toilet paper into my pocket while I was still at home, but tonight was the first time I actually remembered to come prepared.

Post-cleanup, Ellie had a few more questions. We were coming up on her bedtime, and she was obviously tired, so upstairs we went. Well, slight backtrack to unlatch the chain, then upstairs. I found her 'lost' panties on her bed, and I helped her step into them. I observed that there was no need for my special laundry service this week, and she giggled out loud at that.

"Ed?" came a query, which startled us both. Sara was apparently awake. "I don't want mum to see my dirty undies; could you take them with you to clean?" I glanced at Ellie to make sure she was OK with the idea; she might interpret the request as encroaching on her prerogatives. She was OK. Mostly. I guess.

I peeled back Sara's covers, she raised her butt and I stripped off her panties, then fetched fresh ones from her drawer and helped her into them. I tucked her back in, and then it was Ellie's turn. She wanted me to stay with her for a while, so I sat on her bed next to her while she tried to sleep. She lay on her side, back to me, and pulled my arm around her. With my hand by her shoulder, she hugged my forearm to her chest, and drifted off to sleep relatively quickly. I was able to extricate myself and get back downstairs well before Amy returned.

Anonymous 16/10/16(Sun)01:42 No. 24737 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 18: Double-teamed

My backpack, containing laptop and cables, came with me this time. Sara and Ellie seemed especially excited about my arrival, and dragged me up to their room literally the second their mom was out the door. Just about the first thing the girls wanted to do, both of them, was play-wrestle. I discovered this as they launched their surprise attack, knocking me back onto Sara's bed, but in the ensuing chaos we somehow wound up on the floor. My role was to make the contest entertaining, but ultimately lose. Soon I was on my back with both girls on top of me. Ellie was seated on my stomach, and Sara had just done a belly-flop onto my chest. Four small hands got control of my right hand, and Sara pinned my wrist down just in front of her, pressing with all her might.

Ellie now went for my left wrist, and once captured, she pulled it straight up, which jammed my upper arm well up between Sara's spread thighs; Sara promptly scissored my arm. I was being held in a cross-body pin by a seven-year-old. A bit of tugging by Ellie got my left bicep pressed right up against her sister's pussy.

This left the older girl free to slide down almost to my knees and work on getting my pants and briefs pulled down to my thighs, which she did with practiced efficiency. "You let Sara give you a stiffy," Ellie said. "Perv!"

Guilty as charged. Young as she may be, the little minx had been humping my arm the whole while. Ellie recaptured my wrist and yanked on my left arm, wedging it more firmly into her sister's crotch. Sara rubbed her pussy against my bicep at an increasing rate.

To reach my arm, Ellie had to move forward onto my hips, and having her panties pressed against my bare boner was not going to make it go away. Not that anyone wanted that to happen, of course.

The girls then concentrated on my right arm, trapping it at my side, under Ellie's thigh. Ellie proceeded to go after my left arm, and secured it under her other thigh, though Sara was noticeably reluctant to give up the saddle she was riding. The older girl leaned back slightly to pin both my wrists, then began dry humping me slowly and deliberately.

"Go on, do it," Ellie exhorted her little sister, almost in a whisper. Apparently they had planned something out beforehand, and after a bit more encouragement, I found out what was up. Sara straddled my head, and after only a slight pause, dropped her panty-clad pussy onto my face. They were Toy Story themed, with Jessie twirling a rope occupying the front panel, and from my vantage it looked for all the world that a tiny cowgirl was riding my face. Which was, in the event, remarkably accurate.

Unlike her sister, who seemed to unerringly land on my mouth, Sara was more centrally located. This was apparently not a misjudgment, since she continued to favor my nose and only occasionally glided back onto my mouth. Ellie worked up a head of steam on my boner while Sara slid back and forth in an attempt to have my nose plow her furrow. Her labia were unexpectedly unyielding; my nose did not seem to separate them very far, despite her pressing down with just about all her weight.

Ellie rubbed herself on my cock to a nice climax, then continued to work me over until I spurted, making a mess of my stomach and shirt. She got up to get some tissue, which her sister apparently interpreted as 'Game Over,' since she stood up as well. Sara watched while Ellie wiped up the mess, then the younger girl took the evidence and drowned it in the toilet.

Standing up, Ellie put a socked foot on my chest and adopted a much wider stance than was necessary, revealing a pale blue and white checkerboard pattern on her panties. "We got you pretty good, didn't we?" she asked. I returned her grin and nodded silently. If you're going to lose in combat, that's a good way to go. "Surrender your camera, and we'll let you go."

After negotiating my 'release', I went downstairs and got out my laptop. A bonus of my new cautionary strategy was that I was no longer limited to TV or DS; I could play real video games when neither girl required my services.

In the event, I saw neither hide nor hair of them until I went upstairs to remind Sara that she was supposed to take a bath before bedtime. The two of them were still messing with my phone; Sara was the photographer and Ellie was 'modeling' when I arrived. Ellie snatched the phone from Sara and the two of them grinned at each other and then at me, clearly sharing a secret.

Ellie headed downstairs while I helped Sara with her bath. She wanted help with everything this time, not just her hair. I debated using a wash cloth, but ultimately went with bare hands to soap her up. Hair first, then upper body, all while sitting up. She laid back to wash off, then lifted one leg at a time, and for a while I had two soapy hands encircling a spindly leg before she lowered it again. Finally, she knelt up with her knees apart, and I attended to her upper thighs. When I soaped between her legs, she giggled and clamped her thighs around my hand. "That tickles!"

"Sorry," I said, noting that she wasn't letting go of my hand. I gave her a doubtful look, and Sara somewhat sheepishly opened her stance. But the moment I resumed washing her again, she clamped down with more giggling. We went through this sequence three times, something she clearly engineered to keep my fingers pressed against her pussy for as long as possible.

She was about to close the trap for a fourth time when I pulled my hand out. "Now my bum!" she exclaimed, turning her back to me and bending over. Her cute little cheeks got a very thorough scrubbing, which she patiently accepted until I told her it was time to rinse.

Sara turned around again and sat down, this time with her knees up and parted, and splashed her butt up and down in the water. This was an effective rinsing, but seemed mostly designed to show off her little slit.

Standing up, she allowed me to towel her off, working from her head downward. Presently she put one leg on the rim of the tub, and I got her foot and shin mostly dried. Sara put that foot out on the bath mat, straddling the tub rim as I worked up her thigh.

Another giggle when I reached her pussy, and she clamped her legs together in knock-kneed fashion. "I really liked wrestling with you," she confided, with an uncharacteristic blush. She was moving her hips back and forth on my towel-covered hand, so this was not exactly a non sequitur.

"I had fun, too," I replied, using both hands to work on her other thigh. Sara braced her hands on my shoulders for stability as she brought her other leg out of the tub, and I finished toweling with both hands on her butt, making the towel into a rather long skirt.

While I hung up the towel, Sara picked up her discarded panties from the floor. "Maybe you could take these with you, so mummy doesn't see?" she asked shyly. I had her pair from last week still in my pocket, so we basically made an exchange, and I helped her into the undies I had previously rinsed for her. She gathered up the rest of her clothes, and we went back to her bedroom, where I helped her into her bed clothes and tucked her in.

Downstairs, Ellie was in her characteristic hot pose on the couch, but reviewing the material on my phone rather than playing with her DS. Just as characteristically, I sat opposite her and enjoyed the panty display. But this ended almost immediately, as she bounded over and sat between my legs, leaning back against my chest. She showed me a series of still shots that Sara had taken of her, and then surprised me with a video!

"She pressed the wrong stuff, and we got a movie of the camera pointing every which way between shots," Ellie explained. "So we deleted that, and then set it up to actually film stuff." She looked back over her shoulder at me. "Do you like it?"

The 'it' she was referring to was video of her on hands and knees on the bed, apparently trying to twerk. "We tried putting a pillow under me, but when I pressed down into it, you couldn't see my panties very well," she said. "And I know you like seeing panties."

It turned out they were making a video simulation of her grinding against me. I had figured she had picked up twerking from the internet, but she was not familiar with the term -- she basically invented it on her own, smart girl. Since Ellie was near the edge of the bed, Sara had a wide choice of angles. The scenes with the camera pointed upward from below bed level were very hot indeed.

And to round out the scenario, the next video was of Sara, shot from below, of her standing with spread thighs, slowly moving to a closeup of her panty crotch. Ellie continued her running commentary. "We tried it first with her skirt on, but the lighting wasn't good. It was too dark between her legs. So we did it this way, which worked fine until she got too close. So just ignore the end of this one." Ellie stopped it prematurely once the screen got very dark. They intended to create a reminder of Sara sinking down onto my face, and they succeeded admirably.

Ellie could feel how hard I was, so there was a brief 'intermission' while she sat me more normally on the couch, and worked my pants and briefs down around my ankles. Then she sat on my lap once more, with her back against my chest. My knees were only slightly parted, but hers were spread wide, and my cock was directly below her. The top of my boner was pressing up against her panty gusset, but once she started her next video, one of her hands snaked under my cock and ensured there was solid contact. My hands caressed her inner thighs as we watched, and she began rocking back and forth against my thighs and cock.

The video was a cute strip-tease. Ellie unbuttoned her blouse while standing, then laid back on her bed with her shirt fully opened. With her feet planted on the bed, her knees up and spread, she began rocking her hips and then thrusting them upward as her skirt fell back. After a while, she peeled her panties down and left them entangled around one ankle, then resumed the upward thrusts. Her hands went to her inner thighs as she worked it, much like where my hands were currently. The video ended with Sara moving ever closer, until nothing but ten-year-old bare pussy filled the frame.

"You like?" she said, grinning back over her shoulder. I assured her I did (rather superfluously, since her hand had a firm grasp on my reactions). She bit her lip. "I'm gonna try something," she said tentatively. Not sensing any objection, she hooked a finger in the leg band of her panties, pulled the material outward, and stuffed my boner underneath her panty gusset.

I found out later that the panty job idea was indeed sparked by her internet wanderings. Her hand went back to pressing my boner against her crotch, now with a layer of material between hand and rod, but my cock and her pussy were rubbing skin to skin.

And rub she did, with a vengeance. Her hips vibrated rapidly, and I came in an embarrassingly short time, spewing all over the inside of the front panel of her panties. I did have tissues in my pocket, but my pockets were down around my ankles, impossibly far away. And nothing would have derailed Ellie in any case: she kept grinding away until she reached her own climax.

My hands remained high up on her inner thighs, caressing her. After she had recovered sufficiently, she pulled out the waist band of her panties and surveyed the damage. "You made quite a mess," she mock-scolded. I moved her to the side, then relieved her of her panties. I cleaned them, and myself, with the tissues, shoving them back in my pocket, along with her incriminating panties.

Ellie was sitting on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table, and she was rhythmically lifting her hips off the cushion. "Remember how the video ended?" she asked with a sly grin.

I understood the reference, and knelt between table and couch, lifting one of her legs like a drawbridge and kissing my way up her thigh. Ellie lay back contentedly as I thoroughly ate her out until she exploded.

It was getting late, so I helped her get dressed for bed, but then she came back downstairs and watched as I transferred and encrypted the precious new files, tested that they could be unlocked, and then wiped the phone. Door unlatched, I tucked her in and, with two pair of well-used panties in my pocket, waited for Amy to return.

Anonymous 16/10/16(Sun)01:43 No. 24738 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 19: The Interrogation

Once we were alone the following Thursday, the girls seemed just as excited and impatient as the last time. Seeing as how they dragged me upstairs last time before we put the chain on the door (the discovery of which challenged my bowel control when I came back downstairs after that 'wrestling match'), I first explained the new protocol to them: all three of us had our own checklist to go through at the start of each night. The one and only item on each was: Chain The Door!

With a stuffed rabbit plush toy standing sentinel at the bottom of the stairs (the 'unchain' reminder for later), I let them lead me upstairs. The girls took turns explaining that we were going to 'play pretend', and once in their bedroom, Sara produced a plastic toy gun and announced, "Hands above your head!"

Even in her tiny hands, the gun was ridiculously small, but I felt it best to comply. The order was countermanded by Ellie, who wanted my hands held out in front of me. She had come prepared with a decorative belt with interlocking silver links, which she looped around my wrists, then drew the remainder between my wrists and looped that around the bonds. She had a little paper clip which she threaded through two strategic links, and then I was led away in chains. She was wearing a denim skirt, which I suspected actually belonged to Sara, since it was so ridiculously short for her.

So I watched as Ellie led the way, towing me along with her 'leash', and Sara followed behind and tended to her guard duties. The secret Dungeon Room was artfully disguised as an ordinary bathroom; after closing the door behind us, I was made to stand with my back to the door. Ellie dragged the little one-foot-high stool in front of me, and stood on it so that she could loop that belt over the clothes hook jutting out from the back of the door. There was, it seemed, no way to leave the dreaded dungeon without their consent.

Ellie turned to Sara and asked, "Where's the pillow case?" and was met by a little 'oops' from her sister. Sara started for the hall linen closet, then stopped when she realized that their captive was blocking the exit. "Never mind," giggled Ellie, who turned and started rooting around in the dirty clothes hamper. "I think these will be perfect," she said triumphantly, withdrawing a used pair of knickers that I immediately recognized as hers.

Standing on the stool again, she hooked the waistband under my chin and drew it up over the top of my head, covering my face. With a little adjustment, she arranged for one leg opening to allow my mouth and chin to peek out, and the other leg hole was pulled back onto my forehead. This, of course, put her gusset right across my eyes, and she managed to get the elastic leg band hooked right under my nostrils. "He looks at our undies all the time, but now he can watch from the inside," she said to her sister.

"Mine too, mine too!" clamored Sara, having fished her own out of the hamper. Ellie pulled these down over the crown of my head, until Sara's waistband was past the bridge of my nose. Two layers of fabric from the elder girl and a third from Sara made an impenetrable blindfold.

I heard the stool scrape back, and then two sets of hands went to work on my belt and zip. In short order, my shoes and trousers were gone. Next, I was urged to step forward a bit, and the hamper was inserted between my butt and the door, forcing me into a rather permanent pelvic thrust, since my hands were still 'chained' high up on the door. Then the stool was back, between my legs this time, forcing me into a wide stance.

"There's some knickers that have gone missing," Ellie intoned. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, now would you?"

"It wasn't me, officer," I protested earnestly.

"Mmm hmm," Ellie replied. "We'll see about that." She cupped my balls, stroking them gently. "It will go badly for you if you withhold information, you know."

"You've got the wrong bloke," I maintained with as much stoicism as I could muster.

"Here I am, merely asking you about panties, and you go all hard on me. Pretty incriminating, if you ask me. Don't deny it!"

Well, her hand was doing more than asking questions, but it would be impolitic to bring that up. "Yeah, I like them a lot. That's just natural. Nothing wrong with that."

"It is if you steal them," she said sharply.

"You've got the wrong bloke," I repeated.

"We don't think so. You see, when we were 'helping' you get more comfortable, a pair of undies fell out of your pocket."

"Obviously, those are mine," I deadpanned.

"Oh, they fit you then?" Ellie asked sharply.

"Just as good as the two pair you've got me wearing now," I replied with a sudden flash of inspiration. Touche!

"Then surely you can identify them," she rejoined reasonably.

"Fine," I replied, in as sullen a tone as I could manage. "Just take off the blindfold."

"We have a better method of identification," Ellie said confidently. She stripped off my briefs, and I helped, as any good prisoner should, by lifting a foot. After a small pause, fabric encased my jutting cock, and her small hand held it tightly around me and began wanking. "Surely you would know your own possessions," Ellie said sarcastically, "so it should be easy to tell if these are yours."

"Oh yes, they're definitely mine."

"Then you should be able to describe them in detail," Ellie replied immediately, springing her trap. "We might be trying to fool you with our own panties," she warned, trying to sow the seeds of doubt.

"Definitely mine," I asserted. "Toy Story panties, with a big picture of Jessie on the front."

She was a bit stunned when I perfectly described them, but recovered well. Ellie whipped them off of my cock and seemingly walked away. "And what about these?" she queried as another wank began. The interesting thing was that it clearly was Sara's hand doing the stroking this time.

"Same ones," I said, almost immediately, and added, "Jessie's face down with her head pointed to the window," surprising her once again. Thinking she smelled a rat, she wrapped a thick towel around my head to ensure I could not see, and repeated the experiment.

"Well now, Jessie is underneath me now, and pointed the other way." They really shouldn't have been so surprised; each time the distinctive silkscreened main figure on the front had a very plastic-like texture and was easily discernible.

There was a prolonged silence while Ellie removed the towel and seemingly thought about how to proceed. Sara silently continued her new experience. "We have security video of you stripping them off a very cute but defenseless little girl, and then pocketing them," Ellie finally replied, dropping the hammer. I shuddered to think what that would be like if it were true in reality!

"Well, then," I hemmed and hawed. "You should have said that right off. That's entrapment, that is!"

"Busted!" Ellie crowed. "You better come clean, or you might get busted much more vigorously." As she said this, she cupped my nuts and stroked a bit more forcefully than before. After a few seconds, she added, "You see, these are not the ones in the security video. Now where are they?"

"Uh, I don't have them any more."

"Suit yourself," she said dismissively. My cock and balls were released, and Sara seemed to wander away, though she clearly had to still be in the room. I heard a zip and some fabric fall to the floor; it turned out to be Ellie's skirt. She stood on the low little stool and by going up on tiptoes, she got my cock between her legs and closed her thighs tightly. I had a little play in the 'dungeon chains', so I bent my knees enough for her to stand flat-footed on the stool.

"You'll confess eventually," she stated. "We have ways..." I silently resolved to experience every one of those ways. The first of those ways involved her moving her hips so that the top of my cock got a thorough panty polishing.

I was disappointed when she dismounted a few minutes later, but soon enough it was Sara's turn. There was no way I could sink low enough for her little legs, so Ellie helped boost her up and she held me tightly around my neck. This knicker polishing didn't last as long, since Sara's arms tired quickly.

In the next changing of the guard, there were two variations. It was Ellie's butt that pressed against me, and it was clear that her panties had joined her skirt on the floor. Now there was smooth but slippery bare quim gliding along the top of my cock. Each time she thrust her butt back against me, her fingers caressed the head as it poked out between her legs.

Then she stopped dead (except for repeatedly squeezing her thighs together, which perhaps she was not even aware of). "You get only one more chance, so think carefully before you answer. Confess to your crimes, or I'm going to STOP this interrogation!"

I did not think carefully at all. I readily confessed to being a panty thief, to stripping little girls of their panties (robbery, not just burglary!), being a loli-lover, and every other thing of which I was accused. What's more, I confessed to mass murdering all the TeleTubbies, just for good measure.

"Write all this down, Sargent," she intoned, apparently to her sister, as she resumed her back and forth stroking of the cock encased between her legs. Augmenting the pussy and thigh friction, her hand slipped underneath to rub the underside, though pushing up to get even more friction against her pussy seemed to be her main goal. I was inspired to add to my list of crimes, until finally a record-distance stream of cum shot most of the way across the bathroom.

That ended my interrogation, and I was summarily 'freed'. Ellie ran off with the camera, but Sara helped me clean up and straighten up, and was ready for her bath right away, even though it was relatively early. In fact, she wanted me to bathe with her, which is probably why both girls were adamant that I not get dressed until I had cleaned up the 'Interrogation Room'.

I indulged her, sitting in the tub with her and cleaning her much as before, but when we were close to finished, she wanted to sit in my lap with her legs wrapped around my waist. Perhaps her motivation was to not let her adventurous older sister get too far ahead of her; with her arms around my neck, she pressed her spread pussy against me and had a nice little hunching ride against my appreciative cock, and then she was ready to be dried off.

I helped her into pajamas, and she followed me downstairs, where Ellie had (apparently) finished up her work in front of the camera, and was engrossed in reviewing the results from her usual place on the couch. Even sitting primly, her super-short skirt would be revealing, but as usual, she was posed quite provocatively, with her knees up and apart.

Sara seemed especially eager to watch the video, and it wasn't long before I discovered why. But first, Ellie wanted me to transfer the three videos to my laptop, so we weren't confined to watching on a tiny phone screen.

They each took up residence on a thigh, and we started the playback. It seems that Sara had switched from gunman to videographer once my pants were stripped away, just as soon as she could get my phone turned on. Technically, you couldn't tell it was me in the video, not with my head encased in panties, but if the bathroom is recognizable, who else could it be? I patiently explained that I can't be in videos with them because the consequences were way too dangerous. Ellie seemed to be instantly ready with her refutation. "And all the other videos we took, they would get you in deep trouble if they were found?"

"Of course," I said, exasperated.

"And you're desperately worried about those others, then?" she said immediately.

"Well, I encrypt them," I responded, but I could see where this was going.

"And this is different how?" she asked, leadingly. Someday, I may win an argument with her. I guess this was not one I really wanted to win, anyway. Without waiting for an answer, she resumed playing the video, which was actually pretty good. The only technical issues were when they were changing roles, as the camera tended to wander during the handoffs. Ellie managed to prop it up so that it showed her helping her sister saddle up, and then she took some excellent shots from down low as Sara thrust her little butt back and forth. Sara went back to handling the video once Ellie set about bringing me off, and she followed her sister's lead and maintained a vantage point from below.

In the middle, Ellie paused the video and asked in awe, "How did you know which panties those were?"

A magician should never reveal his tricks, so I said diffidently, "Clearly, I am a panty expert. A panty ninja, in fact." With a giggle, she dropped it.

After that 'show', Sara announced she was ready for bed, even though she had almost 20 minutes before it was mandatory. I tucked her in, she kissed my cheek and I kissed her forehead, and she turned on her side contentedly.

Downstairs, Ellie was ready to share her other opus; no pictures this time, just two more (related) videos. Before we did that, I hastily encrypted the one we had watched, verified it, and wiped that one off the phone.

The next video was less alarming, but only just. Like the end tables, the coffee table had inlaid glass surfaces, including some decorative strips that were perhaps two feet long and three inches wide, unbeveled but smoothed and polished on all the edges. She had extracted one, put it on an end table and let it jut out about 8 inches. The camera was facing up, capturing the scene from about 8 inches below, shooting through the transparent makeshift 'diving board'.

Ellie, in panties adorned with thin black and white stripes, straddled the strip and was pressing her pussy down on it, causing the fabric to shift this way and that as it clung to the glass. I pointed out that that was extremely dangerous; if the glass snapped, she could be cut badly on the shards, perhaps fatally. She pointed out that the book she had used as a cantilever was relatively light, so if she even pressed down moderately, the glass would dip rather than break.

I opined that she didn't know that for sure, and she countered that she had tested it with her hand first, and sure enough, the book slipped easily. I retreated to the admonition that she had to check with me before she did similar dangerous things, even if it spoiled part of her surprise. She grudgingly agreed. In truth, I don't think I could have engineered the test she thought up all by herself, much less concocted her inventive arrangement. But it seemed like I should be asserting authority, and she played along.

With that out of the way, now it was video time. She had apparently used two ground-level light sources, and had left her skirt off for the best effects. The video was clearly intended as a simulation of a pussy lowering down from above and grinding. From the camera angle, a face was clearly the intended target. The striped panties vividly showed how her flesh and the fabric moved about as she wriggled. She rose up and sank down repeatedly, and then turned around and repeated the show from the opposite direction.

Ellie had taken her usual place in my lap for the unveiling of her work of art, with her thin legs spread around mine, leaning back against my chest. Accepting the invitation, I ran my hand up her inner thigh, to the apex. My fingers applied pressure in sync with what we were watching on the screen, retreating back to her thigh whenever she rose up off the glass. I know, for the sake of verisimilitude, contact should have been withdrawn entirely. And yet my fingers were somehow not persuaded by this line of reasoning. Linking the video scene with the tactile sensations were much more stimulating than either alone would have been for me, and it appeared that Ellie was getting a similar boost.

The last video was much the same, though she started off facing toward the end table rather than away from it. The primary difference, though, was that her panties were gone; it was nothing but delectable little-girl flesh squirming against the transparent surface. It ended with a similar face-dance, with her butt toward the end table. Once again she raised up and settled back down multiple times, rubbing on the surface for prolonged periods in between.

Naturally, my fingers wormed their way inside the leg band during this video, and I did break contact by pushing outward against her panties when she rose up. This was initially because getting in there in the first place was a bit tricky, but the effect of feeling her pussy only when she was grinding on the glass definitely heightened the illusion. When we were just a few seconds from the end, she jabbed the replay button; it seems she wasn't quite ready for the illusion to end. About midway through the second showing, she climaxed on my hand.

Ellie dissolved into a boneless puddle in my lap, and I took the opportunity to encrypt, verify, and then wipe the phone clean. By then, she had turned sideways and clasped her hands behind my neck. "Umm," she began, managing to bite her lip and talk at the same time, "I kinda wanted to try all the stuff in the videos. You'll let me, right?"

I allowed that I probably would, not being totally certain what she had in mind. What she wanted was for me to lie atop the couch back while she did her 'stuff'. I chose the smaller white one, a modern affair with right angles everywhere, which meant the top was flat rather than rounded. Since it was only about eight inches wide, I moved it further away from the wall so that there was room to better balance when lying along the narrow surface.

Ellie's task was to turn Sara's plush toy on the stairs upside down, which she did, seemingly suspecting I was misdirecting her for some nefarious purpose, but she played along. But this was my reminder that in addition to unchaining the door, there was furniture placement to be restored as well. Overly cautious perhaps, but even one oddity noticed by Amy could snowball to needless and potentially disastrous complications.

Ellie made minor adjustments to my position as I laid out along the top of the couch back, and then straddled it herself, sitting just above my head. She leaned forward to brace her hands on my chest and looked down at me. "I had to be gentle with that piece of glass," she observed conversationally, "but I don't think there's much chance of breaking you, even if I put all my weight on you." I had the fleeting thought that the integrity of my nose might be at risk if she became as animated as she sometimes did, but out loud I merely agreed that it 'seemed unlikely.'

"Good!" she grinned, levering herself up on her arms, and with a little push from her foot on the couch cushion, she hopped forward and blindfolded me with her crotch. A slight readjustment claimed my nose, and she soon surged onto my mouth, her ultimate goal for the moment.

Experimenting with her 'full weight' scenario, she let both legs dangle down, using only her fingertips on my chest to maintain her balance. I brought my hands to her hips, and started rocking her gently back and forth on my mouth, gradually picking up speed. As she warmed to the task, Ellie took to twisting her hips and hunching. As I felt her pussy grind on my face, my hands gravitated more and more to her butt cheeks, contributing to the sensory overload. I replayed her last video in my head while she shimmied wildly on my mouth and nose. I was on the verge of shooting a load in my pants when she pitched forward onto my chest, utterly spent.

I admired the black and white gusset of her panties, displayed just inches from my face, for close to five minutes as she recovered. In retrospect, perhaps I should have snapped a few photos of the erotic oval of moisture that darkened the pattern. Then, going from totally relaxed to highly energetic in what seemed like an instant, Ellie bounced up and onto the floor, prying up the couch seat cushion and tossing it aside. "That's one video down, but we've go two more to go!" she explained, standing beside me where the cushion had been. I watched as she raised her skirt and slowly dropped her panties, leaving little doubt as to which video I was about to experience next. I found out later that previously, only the leg behind the couch was dangling free; the cushion had impeded her other leg, but this would no longer be a factor.

She swung a leg over me and pressed her crotch against my throat, facing away from my feet this time around, balancing there with both legs dangling. Ellie interlaced her fingers with mine, and placed my hands near my head. "Now Mr. Man," she said in an affected tone, "there's nothing you can do to stop me from moving forward."

"Why would I want to?" I grinned.

"You're supposed to try," she replied in her normal voice. "No one wants to be sat on bare. That's rude!" Apparently, she had not explored the internet as thoroughly as I had assumed.

"Oh no," I exclaimed, displaying the prescribed shock and horror. "I won't let you do anything like that."

"Is that so?" she retorted in her affected tone, getting back into character. She pushed on my hands and I pushed upward (as best I could at the awkward angle), effectively imitating a circus act. She supported herself on just her arms, dangling in the air, and I only had to move my hands a few inches in order to set her down on my mouth, just as she had intended.

"You couldn't stop me," she taunted in a sing-song voice repeatedly, accompanying each word with a side to side shifting of her hips. Feeling her hot flesh rub against my face definitely brought her last video to mind!

She kept our fingers interlaced, but only used my hands for balance, letting her pussy transmit almost all her weight to my face. As my arms tired, she leaned forward and pinned my hands just behind my head. With more leverage to work with, her hips moved faster and faster, culminating in another orgasm on my face.

Ellie didn't rest for very long this time, which was just as well, as she remained on my face, making it a bit hard to breathe. Then she announced, "Your turn!" and stood on the couch to work my pants and shorts down past my hips. She saddled up once more, facing my feet again, but this time centered herself over my hips, and let her hot cuntlet glide forward and back along the underside of my cock. Her tiny skirt had crawled up almost to her waist, affording a marvelous view of her delightfully bare cheeks as they clenched and thrust. Needless to say, I did not hold up for long under this new 'interrogation', and 'spilled the beans' (quite messily) in record time. Undeterred, the horny little girl kept pursuing her goal until she was totally exhausted.

With her still on top of me, I managed to sit up and carry her to the other couch, where she curled up while I reassembled and readjusted the sofa, and unchained the door. With her soggy panties in my pocket, I carried her upstairs and got her into her proper bed clothes (with very little help from her; she seemed totally drained).

"Are you going to watch my videos again?" she asked as I tucked her in.

"Over and over," I assured her with a smile. She probably didn't mean 'right now', but I in fact did momentarily decrypt her last one and watched it a few times while waiting for her mother to return.

Anonymous 16/11/07(Mon)07:06 No. 24805 ID: 498abd

Loving the fan fiction... Moar!

Anonymous 17/05/31(Wed)23:23 No. 25048 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 20: Jumprope, Reimagined

The girls were clearly ready for some 'Ed time' the following week, and Sara seemed to like pushing bathtime as early as she could. She requested 'help' again, so I went with her while Ellie went to work with my phone.

Sara campaigned for company in the bath tub, but as I told her sister, it would not go well if her mother returned early and found us both wet. But the girls had apparently already cooked up a strategy for handling that eventuality: Ellie would manage the door chain, distract her mother for a bit, and I would only be wet from the waist down, so I could quickly get dry and get dressed. Long story short: I was talked into it.

I was well aware that her request was most likely just an excuse to study me in all my naked glory, but I played along. I sat at the back of the tub, and Sara sat in the middle, facing me. I had to remind her not to splash, or even move too suddenly; I was determined to stay as dry as possible, just in case. All knowledge of how to bathe herself seemed to have mysteriously drained out of her brain, so the task fell to me. I soaped up the thin flannel washcloth and washed her face, arms and torso while she sat. She rinsed, and then turned round to a kneeling position, jutting her cute little butt back ever so slightly toward me.

More soap on the flannel, and then one thigh got a thorough scrubbing, especially the inner portion. Sara dipped down into the water, then demanded "Again!" Three passes later, she was ready for the other leg. After a similar treatment, she waggled her butt, which got soaped next, and then my hand dipped between her legs. Her favorite spot demanded attention for several minutes, by which time Mr. Stiffy was standing at attention, too.

Sara finally turned around toward me, and announced, "Now I'll wash you." There was no doubt as to what her target was. Without bothering with soap, she wrapped the washcloth around my cock and slid her hand up and down it. Her other hand gave it a go as well, without bothering with the washcloth, and her next experiment laced her fingers together and applied a two-handed stroke up and down.

"Ed?" Sara questioned, after a few minutes of exploration. "I wanna do what we did to you last week." I gave a little questioning grunt; after all, there was a LOT that they did last week. "You know, in-terror-gate you," she clarified boldly, if somewhat badly. Without really waiting for permission, she turned around again and sat in my lap, maneuvering my cock between her legs and then clamping her thighs tightly around it. She tensed her muscles to generate a little friction, but even when I slipped my hand between her thighs and pressed my cock more solidly against her pussy, it was awkward at best.

After these fumbling experiments, I had her stand up in the tub, and then I knelt up behind her. She got the idea right away, and reached back between her legs to grasp my cock and pushed her little butt back against me. Now we could each move more easily, and she thrust back and forth, all the while using her hand to keep me solidly in contact with her pussy. I put an arm around her waist to help her balance, and the index finger on my free hand sought out the very top of her cleft and gave it some special attention as well. She was immensely proud when she made me spurt, the same way her sister had done the previous week.

Mission accomplished, Sara was ready to finish up. We dried off, and she stayed naked until we went back to the bedroom to choose her night clothes. Ellie seemed to be finishing up her photo session; there were floor-level lights illuminating the area between their beds, and a jump rope tied and stretched taut between her bedpost and Sara's bedpost, about two feet off the ground.

Ellie waited patiently while I tended to her sister, but then she had her own requests. She wanted me sitting on the floor, leaning back a bit so that my shoulders were supported by the rope. It was clear that Sara knew what this was all about, even if I had no clue; I readily humored the girls. They had me stretch my arms out along the rope; their room was smallish, and I could almost reach the two bedposts that anchored the rope.

Ellie tossed a kneesock to Sara, and they each busied themselves by looping the kneesock around my wrist and the rope, then tying a square knot (a granny knot in Sara's case). In response to the obvious question, Sara said, "We're making you our prisoner, of course." I could easily pull my hands out of the stretchy sock material, but that would not be proper etiquette for a prisoner.

Ellie added, "We're going to make you confess." It was unclear if she was aware of the 'interrogation' her sister had engineered. Ellie had been wearing shorts with a white blouse when I arrived, but the shorts were gone now. The blouse had a square-cut bottom, and hung about an inch above her crotch. She was standing a mere foot in front of my face, straddling me, her light pink panties peeking out from below the blouse, punctuated by small red flowers.

Ellie swung her left leg over the rope, taking a diagonal stance and bringing her even closer. Her right leg followed, and I could no longer see her panties at all; her spindly thighs were squeezing my neck, and the bottom of her blouse grazed my chin. Right about then, Sara appeared off to the side, holding my phone and obviously recording the entire scene. My gut instinct was to object, but I remembered how many times I had already enjoyed the video they had made last week, and silently let her continue.

Not too surprisingly, Ellie advanced again, and her pelvic bone scraped up along the underside of my jaw, over my chin, and then her pussy claimed my mouth. The view, with her blouse and panties playing peek-a-boo as she thrust her hips forward, became interesting again as I stared cross-eyed down my nose. Sara was mostly concentrating on closeups, so I knew a far better perspective was being preserved for my viewing pleasure later.

The jump rope was at the base of my neck, providing little support, so I gradually sat further away until the rope crept up to the base of my head. This had the side effect of nudging Ellie onto my nose, which had primarily been Sara's domain in the past. But the older girl seemingly approved, widening her stance and lacing her fingers behind my head as she hunched her way to orgasm.

Once Ellie dismounted, she took the phone from Sara and, mindful of the proper lighting, took some footage up between her legs from below, documenting the moist state of affairs down there. Sara had begun working on my trousers, and that project soon became the focus of the camera. With my pants and briefs around my knees, Sara knelt over my hips and sat down for a little dry-humping of her own.

Ellie made a full circuit around us, recording from every perspective, then gave the phone back to her sister. Sara tracked Ellie's moves while still maintaining her pussy massage of my cock. Ellie straddled me again, but faced her sister and bent forward slightly, putting her hands on Sara's shoulders for support. She began snapping her hips from side to side, momentarily giving me a much more erotic 'live' view than what Sara could frame with the camera. But that didn't last, as she steadily came closer until those hip snaps were polishing my mouth and nose. I could see little beyond the taut panties clinging to her butt, but Sara was (presumably) capturing all the details of Ellie's little dance number on my face.

After a minute or two of that, Ellie apparently wanted a more upright stance, because she threaded her left leg between my left shoulder and the rope. But she kept her right leg in front of my right arm, which put her at a bit of an angle as she settled back down. I cocked my head toward my right shoulder to meet her panty gusset head on, as any well-meaning captive should.

The rope behind my head gave plenty of support, allowing my face to take most of her weight easily. She bounced a little, and even swung back and forth gently as she shimmied about. Ellie concentrated on my mouth this time, which meant that my nose spent most of the time wedged between her clenching cheeks. I wasn't released until her ride culminated in yet another explosion on my face.

Sara got up when Ellie did, officially ending the interrogation (and the video), but instead of wandering off, she picked at the knot in one of the kneesocks that was 'binding' me, while Ellie untied the other. Then Sara and I were shooed away; the extras on the film crew were no longer needed, but the director was still in creative mode, it seemed.

Downstairs, Sara did a fair imitation of Ellie, sitting on the couch with the DS, legs up and apart. She occasionally called me over, wanting to show me various things about her game, but mostly I just sat and enjoyed the scenery. That, and setting up my laptop for the sure-to-come encryption session.

And then Ellie was upon us, ready to put her offerings on the laptop. Once they were transferred, both girls shared my lap, and Ellie commandeered the laptop controls. First up was the 'interrogation', at Sara's request. Watching it was every bit as erotic as I expected it to be, and Ellie studiously gauged my interest by feeling my boner throughout the playback.

For my part, I explored the inside of her thigh with my hand. Sara's attention returned to her DS after the video ended, but she stayed on my lap and played from there. Ellie was eager to show me her other videos; these showed the original purpose of the rope she had strung. With the phone camera lens pointing upward from the floor, the focus was on Ellie's crotch, with the jumprope digging into her crease as she moved around above it.

The scene suddenly shifted, apparently after pausing and positioning the phone higher off the ground, because the next footage was a closeup. Another shift, and a significant amount of material had disappeared up her crack, leaving much more bare skin exposed at the margins. She looked back at me for approval, and was gratified with my reaction.

Throughout the showing, Ellie had her hand on my crotch. Her last video was similar, but without panties. The jumprope fairly disappeared between her peach halves in the more extreme shots, but she also had footage of the rope running diagonally across her crotch, and another with it off to one side, showing an unimpeded view of her slit. Most of these were shot from the close up height, with excellent lighting and resolution.

I got the encryption going, and used the break to take Sara up to bed. It seems I now get a hug and a kiss from her every week.

Back downstairs with Ellie, it was time to verify that the new treasures could be successfully unencrypted before wiping the originals off the phone. So naturally, an encore viewing was called for. She had just about settled herself back on my lap when she suddenly turned sideways and asked, "Ed? There's a camera in your laptop, right?" I nodded, and she continued, "So we could make a new video of us right now, while we watch my videos, right?"

I opened the application for her, and she set about carefully tilting the laptop, then climbed into my lap to check the framing. Then she was off to collect some books and precariously perch the laptop on top of the stack, and checked again. But ultimately, she opted for the original, lower angle.

Satisfied, she took up her usual position in my lap, leaning back against my chest with her thighs spread around mine. Since her blouse was so short, I already knew that she was wearing panties underneath, but the camera display revealed that I would find little but bare skin as I ran my hand up her leg: most of her panty gusset was wedged deeply in her slit. Not wanting to degrade the quality of the new video, my hand mostly rested on her stomach with only my fingers dipping down to excite her little button. Like last week, I tried to stay in sync with what we were watching on the screen as I massaged her pussy.

Ellie spasmed on my fingers twice before we finished verifying the videos. She had recovered by the time I finished tidying up my phone memory, and knelt on the floor between my legs before going to work on my trousers. I gave an assist by lifting my butt and sliding further toward her as she worked the impediments down around my ankles.

"Ed?" she said tentatively, looking up at me from her spot on the floor. "Do you want me to, you know, kiss it for you?" She nodded her head toward my cock, just in case there was any doubt as to what the question meant.

"Do *you* want to?" I asked, a bit puzzled.

"I guess," she responded, though the way she said it certainly left some doubt. "I mean, we make you do stuff for us, so it only seems fair."

Aha. "You can't really 'make' me do anything, unless I agree," I pointed out. "Besides, you're already doing lots of 'stuff' that is pretty damn cool." I let that sink in for a moment. "So, yes, you're allowed to try it now, but only if you're curious. Otherwise, I think you should wait."

She thought about that only briefly, then climbed into my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, and silently hugged me very tightly for quite some time. Clearly, she was hugely relieved, and not at all curious.

I stroked her back soothingly, and then, me being me, one hand ran down to an ass cheek and stroked up and down her thigh. By the time both my hands were under her thighs, fingertips flirting with the edges of her pussy, Ellie had loosened her death grip and was sitting more upright, her hands resting lightly on my shoulders.

She began moving her hips, rubbing her gash up and down the length of my cock. "By 'stuff', I guess you mean this," she giggled.

"Definitely," I agreed. "But I like the videos, photos, and other cool stuff, too."

"More than this?" she queried impishly, grinding harder and faster.

"Hard to beat that," I responded breathlessly, almost involuntarily pushing my hips upward to maximize the delicious sensations. Ellie didn't slack off until she saw me spurt, then proceeded more leisurely, eventually speeding up once more as she approached her own climax.

She then collapsed against me, arms loosely around my neck again, and just snuggled in for a good ten minutes. She seemed more than ready to sleep, but when she stirred, I gently moved her to the side, pulled up my pants and blotted up most of the stickiness, then unchained the door.

I started a new encryption right away, figuring that any necessary editing could easily be done in the future. I gathered Ellie back up and began carrying her up to her bedroom, her head on my shoulder and arms around my neck. Suddenly, she murmured, "Am I your girlfriend?"

I drew my head back and looked at her. It didn't sound like a question that demanded a long litany of caveats, not at the moment, at any rate. "What do you think?" I responded sincerely, turning the question around. I was genuinely curious about her thoughts.

"I think I am," she concluded, and laid her head back on my shoulder. She didn't pursue it any further.

I laid her on her bed, next to the panties she had abandoned during her photo shoot. The panties went into my pocket, not because they were particularly incriminating, but it had become a tradition of sorts, a way to connect with the girls during the rest of the week.

Ellie cooperated as necessary, lifting her hips as I slid new panties up her legs; but she mostly left it to me to get her blouse off and a nightgown in place. A little more lifting got her tucked under the covers, and when I kissed her forehead, she grabbed my sleeve and murmured, "Maybe stay here for a while?"

"Sure," I assented, and sat on the floor at the side of her bed. Ellie turned onto her side to face me, still holding my sleeve. With a little smile, she pulled my hand under the covers and placed it between her thighs, then closed her eyes for good.

I happily massaged the warm flesh, just making small circles. After a bit, she continued tugging until my fingers were solidly up against her panties. Shortly afterward, her hand dropped away, and she was asleep.

Despite the invitation, groping a sleeping girl was pretty creepy, especially one so young. But I indulged myself until it was time to pack up the laptop and await my ride home.

Anonymous 17/05/31(Wed)23:24 No. 25049 ID: b549fc

More 'fan fiction'...so don't blame the OP for this...

Chapter 21: Fashion Designer

On my next visit, both girls were excited to show me their new secret treasures. The past weekend, their mother had done some pruning of all the clothes closets and drawers, creating a donation pile, adding some pieces to their rag collection, and disposing of the rest. The girls had retrieved most of what had gone into the bin, some things from the rag bag, and even some select items that were slated for donation. But this evening, they just wanted help with a pair of denim cutoffs.

These had started life as Ellie's jeans, and turned into shorts when her growth spurt made the legs obviously too short. They were well-loved and well-worn, so much so that they didn't even qualify as hand-me-downs and had been tossed. Ellie had attempted to prune them into a style she had seen on the internet, but was stymied as soon as her scissors came to one of the heavy 4-ply seams, which were more than a match for her tiny hands. So now it was up to me to sculpt them, as per her vision.

The shorts and even the scraps would have to go home with me, since what she had in mind was entirely inappropriate for a girl her age. Ellie wanted them high-cut on the sides, leaving about half the front pockets exposed, and barely half of her ass cheeks covered. She wanted the gusset to be little more than the center seam itself, but I talked her into leaving about an inch and a half, promising that I would unravel the threads at the margins, turning it into white fringe. She was familiar with that style, and liked the idea, though she was disappointed that the transformation would necessarily take time. But in short order she had some seriously immodest booty shorts that I was certain would be featured in her upcoming video production.

Soon after Ellie thundered up the stairs with my phone, Sara came down for a visit. I was stretched out almost prone on the big sofa, but rather than taking her normal place at the opposite end, she sat nearby on the coffee table. She was wearing a shiny satin-y red skirt, which if I am any judge was probably part of a Supergirl Halloween costume. The tiny skirt covered very little, but just to be sure, Sara cocked one knee up and planted her foot on the couch cushion, simultaneously letting her other thigh drift wide.

What she had on underneath was eye-catching, to say the least. The gauzy white fabric didn't cover much in the first place, and her stance improved the lighting so that the details along the valley between her bulging peach halves were very much on display. I found out later that this was one of their mother's discards: a thong that had been so low-cut that it looked natural on Sara's small frame. The thin but oversized waist had been modified by the simple expedient of tripling the fabric at the sides, and stapling the folds in place. Ellie had created this for her sister, who was now giving it a test drive to see if it would have the intended effect. If there had been a cotton liner in the gusset, the girls had removed it, and the resulting sheerness left literally nothing to the imagination.

"Um," Sara tentatively began, swaying her raised knee back and forth, "Ellie said that maybe you'd show me how to make videos with your laptop?"

"Sure," I replied, only briefly looking into her eyes before resuming my intense study of the way her chubby pussy was moving under that tiny strip of fabric. "What kind of video are you going to make?"

It was rare to see Sara blush, but now there was a hint of redness. "Ellie says we should make one like she did last week."

"Ellie says, huh?" I smiled. "Then I guess I better start getting set up." Besides configuring the laptop, I also placed a couple of lamps to either side on the coffee table, to better catch any up-skirt action. Meanwhile, Sara dragged a chair over to the door and engaged the chain, which I like to think I would have remembered soon enough, but in reality my brain mostly switched off as soon as Sara unleashed the nuclear option by flashing me in this unexpectedly spectacular fashion.

I was just about done setting up when she returned the chair to where it belonged, and then she crawled into my lap. She looked back to see what the camera view covered, then got up again to adjust the angle. Turning back to me, she asked, "Should those be on?" referring to my pants.

Sara helped get them down around my ankles, then had me slump down and move closer to the camera. She straddled me again, making solid contact with my briefs, looking over her shoulder to check the framing. Up again for a slight adjustment, then once again checking the view in stages, starting at my knees and all the way up to lap-dance position. Sara then turned her back to me and sat facing the camera, checked that she was getting the views she wanted when she spread her legs, and finally stood up.

She had me part my legs just enough for her to stand on the floor between them, and started recording. Her performance began with her sitting down on my lap, her butt cheeks pressed solidly against my underwear, and shimmied around. Her thighs gradually opened up, until she was spread to the same extreme as when she did the camera check. Her hands went to her knees, bracing herself so that she could grind more effectively, and I grabbed her hips and pulled back to increase the pressure even more.

Sara's thighs closed slightly on each hip twist, and eventually she stood up between my legs, facing me. She bent over and wiggled her butt for the camera, backing up for some closeups, most of which remained in frame. She crawled up on my lap for her next scene, a proper lap dance. Sara wiggled around at first to get 'in the groove', and then settled on a prolonged forward-and-back motion. She seemed to purposely raise up on each back stroke, showing off as much as possible for the camera. I helped things along occasionally by flipping the back of her skirt up.

After about five minutes of dry-humping, she had me slump down further, and then went back to riding me. A few minutes later, she moved me again. Ultimately I was almost prone, my thighs at maximum extension so my shins could avoid the coffee table. The camera got a perfect close up of her grinding on my stiffy.

When Sara saw the sudden surge of wetness leak through my briefs, she seemed inordinately proud of herself. "I did that, didn't I?" she grinned. This was apparently a major goal of hers, but was by no means the culmination of her video. She turned around and straddled me from the opposite direction, kneeling with the front of her tiny skirt lifted, while she gyrated and vamped for the camera.

She eventually went to all fours and backed up, plastering her barely-there panty gusset on my face, all without breaking stride in her gyrations. The couch back was comprised of a cascading series of cushions; I flipped the closest one upward and rested my head on the one below it, allowing me to assume an even more prone posture. This meant that Sara could sit more upright, so that when she lifted her skirt the camera caught all the details of exactly how her pussy was scrubbing my face.

Sara danced on my face for quite some time, then abruptly decided her movie was complete, standing up and checking with me about how to stop the recording. It seemed like she often followed this pattern, suddenly becoming bored with whatever she was doing, and quickly moving on to some new form of play. Or perhaps she just had a sense that her sister would soon be on her way down.

If so, she was quite accurate. Ellie arrived a few minutes later, ready for her offerings to be transferred to the laptop. We chatted while I went through the necessary transformations; mostly she told me more about repurposing the old clothing she had rescued. I complemented her on the excellent job she had done on Sara's panties, which had her beaming. With all the arrangements made, we settled in to watch her new offerings, temporarily decrypting the newly-encrypted files one by one.

I sat with my back against the left couch arm, leaving the laptop in easy reach on the coffee table, and Ellie laid alongside me on her left side between me and the couch back, snuggling in with her head high on my chest. The new cutoffs she was wearing were skimpier than her white panties, so when I laid my right hand on her butt, it encompassed bare skin, panties, and denim all at once.

This was exactly what she was wearing in her first video. The phone was propped up for a static view toward her bed, and as the scene began, Ellie appeared with her back to the camera, bending over to show off her newly-modified shorts. In a relative closeup, she pulled them this way and that, letting them sag, wedging them into her crease, whatever she could think of.

Ellie turned toward the camera, and tried some head-on adjustments. Possibly the shorts would fit Sara, but the only way Ellie could wear them was to leave the fly completely open -- which did nothing but improve the look. She turned her back again, and went over to the bed, where she had placed an odd cushion (it was long with squared ends about 6 inches to a side, and the fabric encased a rather stiff block of foam). The end stuck out over the edge of the bed a bit, and she straddled this, grinding down as she alternately bent forward and straightened up. My hand almost unconsciously began caressing her pert butt, in response to the peekaboo nature of the crotch shots as she changed position. As the video ended, Ellie's right hand drifted down my stomach and under my pants (which I had pulled back up earlier), encountering the rather soggy state of my briefs.

"She did good, didn't she?" Ellie observed with an impish grin. I nodded, and inquired as to whether perhaps an older sister had done some coaching in that regard. Ellie conceded that she had, with more than a little pride. Her hand moved further inward, to better gauge my current state of arousal.

Her next video followed the same pattern as the first, with the significant difference that her panties had seemed to have evaporated. The cutoffs covered a lot less than her panties did, and the difference was especially noticeable between her legs. Even more could be revealed next week, once fringes replaced the currently-intact strip.

By the time this one ended, she was gently wanking me, and my fingers had found their way into the (very wide!) leg opening of her cutoffs, where they were busily heating up her pussy. The third video was a replay of the others, but now the cutoffs were gone, too. It ended with her backing away from the bed, bent over, her bare crotch filling more and more of the frame as she went. She continued to close the gap until the screen went dark.

"I thought that last bit might give you some ideas," she said, far more saucily than a ten-year-old should be able to manage. I sat up and slid toward the edge of the couch while at the same time keeping a firm grasp on her pussy. With my right arm under her back, I dragged her into the spot I just vacated.

Ellie laid on her back with her knees up and spread slightly, and I knelt on the couch in front of her, bending over to plant some kisses on her inner thigh just above the knee. "Wait, turn the camera on," she suggested.

I reasoned that I was totally screwed if any of the videos was ever found in an unencrypted state, so it really didn't matter whether I appeared in them or not -- it was just as insane and risky either way. Yet it was a timely reminder to wipe the phone right then and there, now that we had verified that Ellie's new files could be reliably unencrypted. I then fired up the camera, which needed only a slight adjustment of the laptop angle.

Then it was back to the business at hand. My lips progressed up her delicate thigh to work on the even more delicate areas on either side of that central strip of old denim. I settled in, laying on my stomach in preparation for some extensive catering to the needs of her sensitive flesh.

After a while, Ellie drew her thighs close to her chest and peeled the cutoffs away. I expected her to kick them completely off, but instead she unfolded herself with a leg on either side of my head, then attempted to pull them back up in place. The maneuver boxed in my head: cutoffs at the back, panties dead ahead, and warm thighs on either side. With a giggle she tried to spread her legs, which made the cutoffs press my face all the more firmly against her pussy. It was apparently another scenario that she had planned for the camera, and she was content to keep me in that same state until she finally dissolved into an orgasmic puddle.

The weight of her limp legs flopping apart kept pressure on the back of my head, and I started a slight nodding motion to work my nose up and down her overheated little slit. It wasn't long before this got her hips going again, and she worked herself up to a second climax.

This did test the limits of her endurance, though, and now she shed her cutoffs completely. I backed off to let her recover. Once she had some energy back, she wanted to see the video that Sara had made. To my consternation, I realized that I had neglected to encrypt that one, so there was a brief delay while I took care of these security issues. At least I had the presence of mind to also handle the video we had just made.

For the Sara-viewing, Ellie sat normally on the sofa and wanted me to lie across her lap, on my side with my back to her. And, no surprise, she wanted my pants and briefs down past my hips. Ellie casually wanked me as we watched and commented on the scenes. In no small part due to the quality of Sara's erotic production, I spurted soon after we got to the part where the little minx backed up onto my face. (Preceded by a frantic scramble to fish a paper towel out of my pocket and position it in the line of fire.)

It wasn't until the playback finished that I realized that it was significantly past Sara's bedtime. I found her playing in her room, but she seemed very much primed for bed. I helped her change into her night clothes, pocketing the wisp of panties that Ellie had crafted for her. The material was old and fragile, and would definitely need delicate hand washing. I collected my hug and kiss, and tucked her in for the night.

Back downstairs, Ellie shyly requested that we "do that thing we did the other time." With a menagerie of possibilities that vast, it took a few rounds of questioning to pin down exactly what she had in mind. Since she wanted to review our latest video, the laptop was set up on one end of the couch and she knelt in frame, so that she'd be filmed from the side, so that she'd be filmed from the side, sideways on the couch. I half-knelt and half-stood behind her, pants at half-mast once more.

What she wanted was Mr. Stiffy between her thighs, and I happily obliged. While it was unlikely that I would spurt again -- her bedtime was not that far off -- a new paper towel was laid out in front of her, just in case. With my cock divinely cocooned in thighs and panties, she began thrusting her hips, occasionally slipping her hand between her legs to ensure I had solid contact with her sweet spot.

I found that raising up a bit higher than was natural meant that her hand was no longer necessary, and she found that bending forward at the appropriate angle resulted in maximum contact along the entire length of her gusset. She maintained the stance by putting one hand on the couch back to brace herself, and then her hips really went to town. My hands were preoccupied with reaching around her and playing with her just-barely-there nipples.

After about ten minutes of high-speed, high-friction cock-riding, she vibrated to a climax. I didn't think her legs could possibly squeeze any harder than they had been, but she somehow managed it. Shortly thereafter she resumed her back and forth motion, now more slowly and without as much of a death-grip on my cock.

As nice as this felt, I soon pointed out that her bedtime loomed. Ellie stood up, looked at my erection and then up at me, and said, "What about you?"

"So, what about me?" I replied. "I had a marvelous evening with two wonderful girls. I've got no complaints!"

Ellie frowned, seemingly deep in thought. She put a palm under my shaft and curled her fingers up around it, her tiny hand not quite able to encircle it. Most unexpectedly, she bent forward and filled the gap with her opened mouth. With her chin resting on the heel of her palm and three fingers touching her nose, her head and hand moved up and down my overstimulated erection. I could feel her tongue going back and forth, occasionally halting for a brief sucking at various locations along the side of my shaft.

It was so erotic and the sensations so intense that I doubt that I lasted 30 seconds before shooting my load. I was rooted to the spot, incapable of retrieving the paper towel, but at least I managed to catch my spunk in my cupped hand.

It was late enough that we were under a bit of time pressure now, but I made sure Ellie knew how grateful I was. "That's what girlfriends do, right?" was her simple response.

"You sure do," I confirmed, which left her positively glowing.

Soggy mess cleaned up, pants up, video re-encrypted again, discarded cutoffs stuffed in my backpack (less risky than having something that bulky and obvious peeking out of my pants pocket). Door unchained, then finally time to carry Ellie up the stairs. I exchanged her damp panties for fresh ones, got her into her bed clothes, and tucked her in. I had about ten minutes to fully compose myself before their mother arrived.

Andrew+Lewis 18/03/10(Sat)09:44 No. 25443 ID: 23ae83

Bump to encourage the fan fiction


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