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"The most bizarre stream of occurrences have dogged my life ever since I was born in London after my mother's water broke in Wales. I never looked back. Following major bus, bike, ship and plane mishaps, being placed under armed guard by Russian soldiers, trapped in an elevator in Japan with the Indian Prime Minister, arrested in LA on suspicion of burglary in San Francisco, two days before I ever went there, things only got worse. En-route to Vancouver I ended up in Australia by mistake, got called-up for Vietnam, had two cars written-off within twenty minutes of each other, one by the Australian Prime Minister. Blown half-way across Park Lane by a terrorist bomb, accused of r*pe by a seventeen-year old female student in payback for saying "no thanks....

Like I said....not your average life by a long shot. Still, to experience diversions such as this little tale, it was all worth it!

Now, it hasn't all been bad news. For some reason I have been blessed with an abundance of sexual opportunity all my life.. I figure God kinda had the inclination to balance things up somewhere down the line.

In the late eighties, early to mid nineties, I was the marketing manager of the Australian-based branch of a Canadian conglomerate. Part of my job spec, being closeted up in Sydney NSW, was a bi-monthly State Managers' meeting held in Melbourne. I always stayed in the same hotel best remaining un-named I imagine. Suffice to say it is probably the city's premier stop-over for travellers on limitless and seriously abused company expense-accounts. Damn, I miss that mini-bar!

Well, after another day's explaining why we hadn't made budget and why we would never make budget, until the company actually spent the advertising dollars asked for, I returned to the Hotel for a relaxing evening.

Come 7.30 ish, a knock at the door. Opening it, I was confronted by one enormous leather-clad dude who would have had no problems bench-pressing Hulk Hogan.

"This room 484?" he grunted.

Turning to glance at those very numbers emblazoned across the top of my door, I replied "Lucky guess."

"Well, here she is," he continued, ushering this cutest of cute little babes from behind his back. She barely reached his six-pack and looked about fourteen.

"Very nice," I said. "What's the catch? Compliments of the house?"

"Ordered and paid for," he continued. "I'll pick her up in the morning around 8 pm." With that he lumbered off towards the elevator. I had been waiting for him to say "Ah'll be buck."

Dragged her inside before anyone saw her standing outside my door and called Crime-Stoppers' paedophile division.

"Er, hello," I said....."There's an explanation for this I take it?"

She had on a full-length coat... I just hoped something was on under it.

"The guy from room 484 here, called and made a booking," she answered. Very well spoken and altogether very very charming. You'd never have picked her for an escort......ninth grade cheerleader maybe.

"You paid for me," she added almost wistfully, "Don't you remember?"

"Hmmm, well now you mention it," I said, figuring it wasn't my fault if they had problems with their answering service, "I might have..it's been a hell of a day you know. Just refresh my memory...what did it cost me?...for the night, I mean"

"Fifteen hundred," she replied, like that was a budget-priced evening.

"Look, I gotta be honest," I said, "I didn't call your agency, I can't shaft some poor schmuck out of his $1,500 dollar investment. You'd better call T2 back and sort this out."

The girl looked totally confused but pulled out her cell and rang back to base. I sat on the bed wondering what the hell was under that coat and wishing I wasn't so fucking honest.

After some animated discourse she put the phone down and sat in the chair near the TV. Don't ask me why, but I knew she'd be staying.

"The boss said the booking was made from this room in this hotel and as far as he's concerned, I stay here till the morning." She continued, "If the other guy got the wrong room number that's his bad luck. The boss doesn't give refunds."

I could see why he wouldn't, also the impracticality of the client calling the Police.

"You've been defrauded you say sir? Now how old was she again? I see, now perhaps if you'd just first step this way Sir, we have some handcuffs we'd like you to try on."

Whatever, I liked that company's code of ethics, not to mention their sound business practises. Kind of neat too that the dummy who made the booking was most likely only a couple of doors away on my floor and was probably mooching up and down the hallway looking for a special delivery you sure as hell would never get from Fed-Ex.

"So how old are you sweetie?" I asked.

Her reply of "Eighteen," had me choking on my cracker and french-onion dip.

"Yeah, and I'm twenty-six," I countered.

I looked at her closely. Thirteen may have been nearer the mark.....that is until she showed me her id. Drivers' license and her health card - you can't get either here till you're eighteen. I couldn't believe it, she looked a fair bit younger than my fifteen year old daughter Jenna. From the license I had learned also that her name was Susie. I asked her if she would like to take her coat off, the climate control being on the warm side that night. She looked a little bothered but stood up to remove it.

"Look I can explain this," she said, standing there now in the shortest school outfit you ever saw. Immaculately pressed white blouse and tie, micro mini skirt, white socks and black shoes with sexy little straps. The whole enchilada.

"Let me guess," I said, "You dress to order?"

"Yes," she replied. "Because I look younger, they make me go to all the guys who call and want a fourteen or fifteen-year old girl.

"You must be a real busy girl then Susie," I said to her. "No one would question your age either would they?" She shook her pretty head. "And presumably, Mr Somewhere-out-there-in-the-hallway was expecting a fifteen-year old schoolgirl tonight?" She nodded, Fourteen actually!...

My mind was racing ahead of itself thinking of all the things you could order beside a schoolgirl. Young Roman girl, trainee nurse, little daughter, bikini-clad teenager, cute thirteen year-old in pigtails, teen-slut, Girl Guide, young salesgirl. My God, she could and probably had played them all.

I asked her if she would like a drink and she asked if she could have an iced brandy, lime and soda. Whoa! A girl with a discerning palate. Fortunately, I had the necessary ingredients and I made it on automatic whilst my mind was totally engrossed on all her ingredients. I stacked up a JD and ice for myself. Sitting there on the bed, watching her sipping her drink in the chair had one outright benefit I could see her white panties. You couldn't sit down in that skirt and not put them on display. I wasn't complaining.

"You really are very pretty Susie," I volunteered, trying to justify my downward glances.

"Thank you," she said, crossing her legs. Strike One!

"Would you like to watch TV?" I asked?

"You mean a porn channel?" she said..

"No ....not a porn channel," I replied, kicking myself mentally for such a golden opportunity lost, "Just a movie or something?"

"You're funny," she said. "Most men just want to undress me and do it. You're not gay are you....you don't look it?"

"No Susie, I'm very far from gay," I replied, my manhood under rare siege, "Desperate to get that hot little skirt off maybe, but not gay," I added.

We chatted for a while. She told me she had been doing this for a year almost. Still at school herself, her parents didn't know by virtue of the fact she had sleepover girlfriends to "cover" for her when she was "sleeping over" elsewhere. She had gotten the job apparently by responding to an obviously misrepresentative part-time job offer she mentioned she was "saving for a car." Even allowing for the agency's probable 70-30 cut, I'd say they'd have been delivering that Ferrari any day.

I asked her if she had ever had problems with over-anxious or even straight-out kinky clients? She said no...that T2 or one of his minder-buddies was on hand 24/7.

Imagine Cameron Diaz when she was sixteen and you pretty much have have the full picture, well, after you factor-in the uniform.

I asked her if she really had watched porn channels with clients. She said she did sometimes - so, feeling a tad naughty I had her come sit beside me and we fired one up.

Let me say I am not personally a hot fan of video porn, it's about as sexy as washing-up usually. Synthetic blonde bimbos in completely sterile and unrealistic settings rutting away in so clinical a fashion, one could be forgiven for thinking this was a first year med-student's training film. Having said that however, what IS hot is watching a girl being fucked on-screen with a "fourteen-year old" schoolgirl sitting beside you on the bed.

Observing the on-screen action, Susie lay face down beside me on the bed...her shoes off, with those cute little socks still on. She looked for all the world just a little girl watching television with her dad. How sexy was that bottom? I put my hand on it and just patted her there a couple of times. She turned around smiling.

"I love my bottom being rubbed." She whispered.

"What a coincidence," I told her, "I love rubbing hot young girls' bottoms too."

She wriggled and just got to her knees on all fours, presenting her little tushy in all its glory, especially In that skirt with pretty much half her panties exposed too. The action on screen was hotting up also. A second guy had walked in and the girl was in much the same position as Susie, only nude and with one cock already in her. I began fondling her bottom professionally.

Susie was murmuring and quite obviously as aroused as me. Seeing her in so submissive a pose was doing wonders for my own anatomy and having been in the shower only moments before T2 knocked, I was just in a bath-robe. Couldn't have worked out better!

I reached under and lightly rubbed her breasts as they stretched out her little blouse admirably at that angle. She moaned as I discovered how beautifully designed she was. Adding to the illusion of an early teen, she had small wonderfully shaped breasts which I find totally appealing and supremely arousing to fondle. I knelt facing her side-on now. One hand rubbing her bottom, the other groping her. My erection had reached red-line fever.

"You can pull my panties down if you like?" she offered, still watching the girl on screen negotiating a second cock in a very naughty location. I got behind her and taking hold of her knickers, pulled them slowly down. Whether for effect or simply on auto-response, she gasped as I exposed her bottom. More shapely rear ends they don't make and at the angle she was, legs well apart, her delightfully shaped pussy was clearly exposed to my gaze. Trimmed but not shaved, she had heaps of little tight curls standing guard around the inner sanctum. Other things were fully exposed too.....but that aspect was getting an adequate coverage on the small screen, I didn't need dwell on it.

Continuing to kiss both cheeks, she wiggled her bum in total pleasure, it was all I could do to maintain control. I turned my attention to her socks and slipping her right one off I noticed she even had exquisitely formed feet cutest little toes. I removed the other one slowly and began to massage both feet as she knelt there. This brought her to another level of arousal and she begged me to kiss them.

"Wow, who's the kinky one here?" I was thinking.

Never having had a foot fetish that I was aware of at least, after I kissed first one, then the other I was a convert. So delicately formed was she all over, I began kissing her ankles, lower legs and inner thighs. Indispersed with this extremely erotic behaviour on my part, I cast many a glance at the on-screen antics of the copulating threesome and I suddenly found myself wanting to see Susie r*ped on this very bed....ahead of both of us fucking her in the manner I'd just been watching. Can you blame me?

"Compliant?" yeah, that's a good word for Susie. She may only have been eighteen, but she was a certainly a girl at ease with her own sexuality. Lucky me! Having run the gamut of kissing her lower extremities, I had her sit cross legged on the bed legs apart, which only served I think to arouse both of us further. She then proceeded quite without any request on my part, to remove her tie and slowly undo the buttons of her blouse. You have no idea how erotic this was.

It wasn't what she was doing, even any overt sexual manner in which she did it. It was just her and insane as it might sound now, for all the reality of the situation her being a call-girl whichever way you look at it, I was falling in love with her and I wanted her more on that basis than anything else.

Sitting there just seconds later in simply her soft and frilly little white bra (schoolgirls don't wear bright red front-loading push-ups) she was the image of desire incarnate. I must have sat there for at least a minute just taking it in. She held my gaze and slowly, oh, so slowly, pulled both straps down her arms, revealing the soft and delicate curves of her small breasts. It was to be more than a decade before I saw anything as naturally beautiful again and readers of another story of mine, will understand I think, my meaning here.

Her breasts bore the hottest semi-erect and finely sculptured golden brown nipples and even at a few feet away, her beautiful slit glistened. I pulled her to me and kissed her and with that kiss I know I touched her emotionally. I lowered her to the bed, raised her arms above her head and drew down strongly on her right nipple. I felt her nerve endings complete that split-second journey from breast to pussy and as she moaned quietly I kissed her neck just beneath the hairline and gently rubbed her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her small hand separated the lower folds of my robe and I felt the coolest of little fingers take a hold of my erection. My turn to gasp!

For a while we just maintained that wonderful position, me kissing her breasts, her lips, her pretty ears, while she applied her own magic to my shaft. I could have allowed myself the luxury of orgasm, but this wasn't the time, not by a long shot.

"I love the way you kiss me," she whispered, as I looked down at her delicate shoulders, remarkably curvy waist, slim hips tapering to as perfect a little triangle of invitation as God has managed thus far. Foregoing the pleasure temporarily that her hand had been affording me, I spread her legs, positioned myself between them and kissed her just above that triangle. She momentarily shook and made a couple of little-girl noises....these however paled into insignificance compared to her reaction when I kissed her pussy. Wriggling, her hands automatically retracted to her vaginal area. Spreading her more, I caught a momentary flash of pinkish temptation. I licked her the entire length of her slit and she just shook and held on to me. Isolating the hood of her clitoris I continued to lick her with increasing pressure and depth until she just couldn't keep still and was moaning in extremis.

Slobbering over a girl's pussy is one thing. Gentle and passionate devotion to your craft is another. My own enjoyment of this moment was inextricably tied to Susie's pleasure the two things have always gone hand in hand. I felt her whole body cross the line from pleasure to urgency and I began to not only lick her in earnest but to nuzzle her and to hold her hand. More passes from hand to hand than you might realise, it is the sexual earthwire. She was gasping and right on the edge now, eyes closed and needing but one more lick to let go and be taken where she wanted to be led. I held off....but barely a moment, just long enough for her to gain that last impetus. I then licked her the length of her beautiful pussy and at the same time pushed two fingers deep inside her.

She didn't scream as such, but she cried out as she was gripped by one almighty orgasm. She just clung to me as it washed over her. It washed over my fingers as well.....that girl knew how to come, let me tell you. As are most girls affected.....seconds after a really fulfilling orgasm, the pussy and nipples become so sensitive they can barely stand to be touched. If one is so inclined to be forceful, the fresh stimulus frequently prolongs the orgasm but it is often just to much of an emotional overload. That night I just lay beside her and held her. So intent had I been on getting her over the line, my own erection had subsided, not that this was any problem in the longer term you understand.

The glow a girl has after orgasm is a beautiful thing to witness. Seeing the effect of what you have wrought is most satisfying and I don't mean that in any condescending or boastful way. The nearest analogy I can think to make is that there is more pleasure I believe, in giving a present than receiving one.

Enough of the sermonising. Now lets get real....hot as all that was at that moment, that left me wanting to fuck her every which way but loose. Her pleasure became my desperation. To her credit, Susie recovered pretty quickly and whether selflessly dedicated to getting me up there on the highway to happiness too, or she just plain wanted dessert, she got herself up on all fours center bed.....I didn't need an instruction manual.

Might have been a coincidental case of good timing, but just as I moved behind her hot little bum our friends on the small screen were now joined by a fourth and quite pretty girl. Watching them undress her, and the older girl beginning to fondle and suck her breasts was highly arousing having Susie there. I rather think it was giving her thermostat a work-out too. I heard her say "Gosh" as we both watched one of the men pushed her back against the bed-head and force his cock in her. With Susie's bottom clearly set to maximum elevation, I just pulled out my newly come-by erection and pushed hard into her.

She let out a distinctly plaintive "Ohhhhh" which only made me hotter. The girl on screen might have been getting banged but Susie was getting fucked six ways from Sunday. Leaning into her I reached under and began rubbing her breasts not that gently either this was "Fast Times at Ridgemont High." She was breathing as heavily as me and simply a female "on heat" now. This was no time for a cultural learning curve, I simply had to fill that hot little pussy. Gripping her bottom, I remember asking her insanely if she liked me fucking her like that.

Her reply of "fuck me harder" certainly had the desired effect. Just having such a beautiful young girl in that position was heaven before you die and to hell with the porn flick, I don't think even she was watching it either. I followed her instruction to a "t" and was just pumping into her way out of control just how she wanted it. There is that moment, just nano-seconds before the end, that you can feel the full submissive aspect of the female, her readiness to accept what you are about to give her and something else quite intangible. I'm not sure whether it is love, male domination, some procreative "completion" or just plain lust, but at that second of ejaculation and feeling your seed fill her, something that existed in pre-history comes to the surface momentarily. You clutch her to you and all that drives you is a blind desire to impregnate her. Then, like the memories of babyhood, it all recedes back to that secret place and you are left with the knowledge that you have simply completed that which you had to do.

All I was thinking right then, was what just took place in that room, would have been a bargain at fifteen thousand dollars. Another man might have just thought "great fuck," and rung down for a cold beer and a sandwich.

Susie was expended and trembling. Her lovely dark brown hair was damp at the edges and beads of sweat had broken out on her hips and shoulders. My legs felt like they had just taken gold in the 100 metre hurdles at Athens. I held her close, kissed her lips and thanked her for what was an immeasurably fulfilling experience. I asked her if she would like to take a shower. She nodded and sliding off the coverlet walked, not all that steadily, to the bathroom. That in itself was a vision of arousal, believe me.

I heard the water running seconds later and was counting the minutes till I could luxuriate myself beneath the recuperative cascade. Lost in happy contemplation of the previous half hour or so, I wasn't expecting a young female voice to call out "Would you like to come in with me?" I would have gotten in there somehow paralysed from the ear-lobes down. If there is one word best describes Susie naked inside that shower cubicle I think its "Yummy!" There is nothing sexier than a girl in wet hair. Unclothed additionally, not to mention being a schoolgirl is just icing on the cake and God I love iced cakes! Somewhat shy at having less than a luxuriant thatch of dark hair left, not that I was bald by a long stretch of the imagination, merely receding a little on top. (these days the tide IS on the way out), it didn't seem to bother her at all. Mind you, I doubt Sean Connery has to bail-up decrepit old whores in the backstreets of So-Ho or Greenwich Village when he's feeling a tad uppity.

I think the soles of her pretty feet were the only things I didn't get to soap-up. She loved having her breasts washed...almost as much as being pushed up against the glass and having them sucked. I soaped-up her cute little bottom multiple times and had her suck me stupid kneeling on the floor of the shower while I watched the water run down her face and breasts in fascinating rivulets. She was so lovely!

Impossible to pass up the opportunity and I didn't. Holding her up beneath her bottom and was she light? I fucked her hard up against the tiles, kissing her on the lips and telling her how hot she was making me. If only because I was lower on fuel now, I came marginally less but that was compensated for by the orgasm itself...every bit as intense as the previous one. She experienced her third at the same moment. The night was already way ahead of taking out the top prize in WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONNAIRE.

It was around 9pm at this stage. Emerging from the shower we both put on bath robes. I had her put her panties back on, just so's I could take them off again later that night....hopefully when she was asleep. I'm a wicked man! I called down for a nightcap and a few sandwiches. Some twenty minutes later, a knock at the door.

The tray was brought in by a shy-ish quite good-looking young guy. Susie's eyes betrayed her thinking. I leant across and whispered to her "Let's have some fun!" She was lying on her tummy on the bed, I was seated on the edge.

"Thanks," I said, "Could you just put it down there by the TV please." He glanced at Susie and walked over and handed me the chit to sign. I did so and passed it back....he was still looking across at Susie.

"Oh, by the way," I added, lowering my voice and indicating he should come closer, which he did. "Look, we have a bit of a sensitive situation here. My daughter feels like her period is going to start maybe tonight," I glanced across at her... "Do you guys keep any pads on hand for emergencies like this?" I've seen lottery winners look less stunned!

"Um, No sir," he replied, flushed a deepening shade of red. "Not that I know of anyway. There IS an all-night chemist not far from here though. Would you like me to get the address?"

"Well to be honest," I said to him. "I've just taken medication and I'm supposed not to walk about for an hour or so. Susie is only 14...I can hardly ask her to go can I? and anyway an under-age schoolgirl walking round a city alone late at night? I don't think so."

He looked trapped.

"Tell you what," I said, "If I give you an extra fifty, would you go and get something for her? I would be most grateful......and so would Susie."

"Well," he stammered, "Look, I'm off-duty in an hour, what if I go then?"

I handed over the money, plus the fifty. "No wings," I called out to him.

At around 10.45 a very soft knock at the door. It was Matt, champion of menstrual maidens in distress.

"I managed to get these," he said breathlessly, dropping a packet into my hand. I opened it.

"Tampons????" I feigned shock-horror. "She's never used Tampons. Only pads." He looked dismayed if not distraught.

"It's all they had!" he stammered.


I let him stew for a moment, then said, "Listen don't stand out there in the hallway, come in for a moment." He stepped into the room. Susie was reclining on the bed in her robe looking pretty as all hell.

I had him come over to the far table. "Look Matt, what's she going to do with these? I whispered to him. "She has no idea how to use them."

"But they're simple to put in," he replied. "My little sis uses them all the time."

I looked at him. "Does she now?" I said, "Then maybe you could show Susie?"

"What?" he said, looking aghast. "You want me to show your daughter?"

"Well I can't can I?" I told him, "I'm her dad. Besides I have no idea what you do with the fucking things. You could take them with a hot glass of milk for all I know. "

He looked like he was on death row. "Are you serious? You want me to put it in for her?"

"I trust you son," I said, "Just remember she's just fourteen and pretty small down there if you know what I mean. Let me just explain it all to her, hold on a sec."

Giving him no time to answer, I walked across to Susie and apologised for my restricted knowledge of feminine hygiene, adding that Matt was going to show her how to use one of these things properly."

Turning to Matt I said, "She's all yours son." I switched on a recent movie and sat down, my back to them. I heard him walk over to the bed. Some soft chatting and not a little giggling elapsed, then he was back at my chair.

"Er, your daughter has panties on."

I turned and looked up at him. "Yeah you find that a lot, girls do tend to wear panties. What's the problem?"

"Well," he stuttered, "How do I show her just how to put one in with them on?"

"Well you have two choices by the sound of it son. Either you take them off or she takes them off.......does it really matter?"

"I ccc....couldn't do that," he stammered, the very image of rampant chivalry.

I got up, walked over to Susie, pulled her lower robe aside, grabbed her knickers by the waist-band and tugged them down to her ankles. "Problem solved," I said... "think you can get them off the rest of the way?"

The kid was looking at me like I was borderline committable. I knew though that the balance of his thought-processes had to be somewhere between the girl's feet and her navel. I had a pretty good idea where too!

I sat back in the chair and continued with the movie. "Runaway Train" from memory.

A fresh crop of giggling made me turn round. Susie was lying propped up on her arms, her legs apart, while Matt, having unwrapped a tampon was actually trying to put it in her. I hit the remote, this was way better than the movie.

The lad was blushing insanely and must have been sporting a world-class erection as he fiddled with her pussy. It was doing incredibly good things for my own procreative equipment too, just on the side. I noticed also that he glanced more than once at her school stuff lying near her on the bed. One would have gotten you ten he was seeing himself do this to her with it on....I sure was! He kept saying to Susie "I'm sorry Miss, is that hurting?" More giggling by way of reply would suggest it wasn't.

"How's it going?" I asked.

He half-turned. "I...I....did it for her," he managed.

Glancing at Susie, just the sight of her lying there all schoolgirl innocent with that little string protruding from her pussy was just sooo damn hot.

"OK well, better take it out son, she hasn't started yet." I told him.

Gingerly he leant forward and pulled the string gently. Susie gasped and wriggled perceptibly as he withdrew the tampon. She leant forward and said something to him. He looked at me horrified.

"Now what's the problem?" I asked him.

"She said that felt nice...she wants me to do it again."

I was silent for a moment, then I replied.

"Look son, she's fourteen now as I said, It's probably time she learned a thing or two about sex. Gonna happen sometime. You two want me to go down to the bar for a spell while you have a bit of fun together?

Susie giggled . "Dad!!!!"

Matt just stared at me temporarily unhinged I think. Torn I imagine, between company policy, common sense and raging lust, he just stood there open-mouthed.

OK I said...I'll leave you kids to it for a while.....have fun!" I walked out without a backward glance, taking the key with me.

The half an hour or so I spent in the allnight bar was the longest thirty minutes of my life. Had he literally jumped on her and fucked her senseless when I left, or had he turned into Jelly-man, quaking with fear of being caught with an und*rage girl? My guess was neither. I figured he must have wanted her bad ever since he saw her knickers down around her ankles but was essentially the mega-shy type - a door-opening, handkerchief-retrieving Mr Nice Guy. She probably r*ped him! Either way, I had to get back there...and quick!

Quietly opening the door to my suite....I couldn't see them. But I could hear plenty. A girl's voice making hot little noises and the sound of some frenetic activity just the other side of the bed.

Whether they fell off the bed or had built a "nest" on the floor, Susie was lying face down on the coverlet, fully naked and legs way apart while Matt was kneeling behind her equally naked, and just fucking the hell out of her. Forget Mr Nice Guy! They hadn't even heard me come in.

It was all I could do to stave off an instant orgasm. I just stared as he obviously came big time in her. God knows what the score was at that stage.

"So, you seem to have gotten that Tampon thing sorted out OK?" I announced.

Matt spun around, covering his interesting bits with his hands. (not that I was interested I hasten to add!) Susie wriggled on to her back and half wrapped herself in the coverlet.

"OMG dad, I didn't hear you come back." She gasped breathlessly.

I tossed her the robe, Matt got his underpants back on. I patted the bed beside me and had Susie sit her cute little ass right down there. I looked at them both.

"I have to tell you guys," I couldn't avoid the grin, "That was one hot little session, found it a tad arousing myself." I leaned across and kissed Susie on the lips. I caught Matt's shocked expression.

"It's OK son," I reassured him, "Susie and I have had the odd naughty moment, nothing to worry about." He was about to speak.

"Don't look at me like that kid, just "naughty" not full-scale naughty, if you know what I mean?"

"You mean you t..touch her sometimes?" he asked incredulously.

"Sure," I said, "That's why I knew she was ready to go the whole nine yards as it were. Aren't you glad she was?"

"I guess," he answered.

"Well sweetie," I turned to Susie. "Was it fun, you feel OK?'

She blushed surprisingly, then looking incredibly cute she said, "It didn't hurt at all. Wish you'd do it to me dad!"

"Whoa!" I said. Then turning to Matt, "See what you've done? you've given her a taste for it now. S'pose I can't leave a young girl desperate for affection, even if she is my daughter."

I laid her back and pulled the robe aside. She moved to cover her beautiful breasts but I caught her arms, bent down and kissed her right on her nipple. I felt the tremor.

"What? You're going to have sex with your own daughter?" I heard Matt asking, his voice at breaking point.

"Well, why not son? You just did. I think its my turn!'

"But..but you're her father...surely you're not going to...." I cut him off.

"Listen, she WANTS me to you just heard her say it." I had an authoritative edge in my voice. "Now why not make yourself useful and come up here and hold her arms for me give her a bit of support as it were."

Stunned into silence he climbed on the bed, still in his underpants and still with a considerable erection I noticed.

Something about seeing her lying there on her back like that, with her arms held above her head, albeit lightly, struck a chord of major eroticism in me...soft r*pe almost. I knew Susie felt it too from her increased respiratory rate. Spreading her legs, I saw Matt staring like a madman....can you be surprised? Her firm breasts with her now very erect nipples were no more than a suck away for him.

I extricated my own erection and kneeling between her legs, pushed gently in to her. Her pussy was not only wet, but awash with cum...I watched it seep out of her as I pushed further in. Susie gasped, Matt's heartbeat became audible and I knew I would never be topping the events of this night again for quite a pretty decade.

Susie just gave herself over to it. Closing her eyes she just gasped as I pushed in really deeply and began to rub her pussy just above the entrance. Matt was staring at my cock inside her and I indicated to him her breasts. Still holding her arms, he leant forward and began sucking her right nipple. I began fondling her left one.

She was so consumed by what we were doing to her she just kept murmuring and wriggling her hips in pleasure. I could not hold back and simply filled her once again. Matt was so taken up with her breasts he didn't even notice me cum.

An unspoken exchange of glances a short time later and Matt needed little prompting to take my place. Susie just opened her eyes dreamily, drew her knees up as I took hold of her arms and kissed her on the lips. I was still kissing her and tasting her sweetness when Matt began to seriously fuck her. Draping her legs over his shoulders (obviously no amateur I had HIM pegged wrong) he upped the tempo and was just running on pure lust at that stage. Her small body was really being driven hard but Oh, how she loved it. When you hear a young girl begging out loud "fuck me , fuck me," you're definitely in top gear.

He came hard. Just how much he actually had left to shoot up her might be in question but we weren't done yet.

We got her up on all fours, little beads of sweat forming on her breasts, her hair damp around the edges, and her bottom at maximum elevation. She was hot-wired. I lay beneath her and she lowered her pussy on to my erection, almost hissing with desire as I pushed up into her. Her nipples were incredibly erect and just inches from my face needing to be sucked. Matt got up close and personal behind her and I knew what kinda view he must have and what temptation Susie's second point of entry must be. I saw his hands up beneath her legs and doubtless about to make excellent use of all that cum and natural lubricant seeping out of her. She looked at me as he began quite obviously pushing his finger right up her ass.

Far from being hesitant, she pushed back on to his finger. I kissed her hard. Matt was at ground zero while I watched her pretty face as she groaned half with pleasure, half with discomfort. Obviously he was starting to get it in her. From what I had seen, his erection was not huge, nor his member especially thick, which would have been a mitigating factor in his being able to get in her as easily as he did.

Susie's eyes were glazing over with lust herself as Matt reached full penetration. We began to set up a rhythm of sorts, both obviously well able to feel the other cock in her. All Susie wanted was to be fucked and she was certainly vocal on that point. It was my hottest fantasy and actually happening. I could talk of having a deep affection for her, of wanting to please her etc, but the fact is I just wanted to see her fucked stupid by the both of us at that moment. This was animalistic, no more no less.

Matt was holding her bum, rubbing it and her breasts alternately. Whichever breast he didn't have, I was pulling quite savagely. Susie was dripping with sweat, completely back in the jungle and making "Oh oh oh!" noises between begging us to fuck her harder. She built up to the biggest cum I would think of her young life and was still spasming when Matt began creaming her. Just the imminency of all this passion and sexual violence brought me to my own massive orgasm. How much I actually jetted in to her, I have no idea, nor does it matter.

Now this most certainly did bring an end to proceedings, it must have been getting on for midnight too. Hardly anyone spoke. I mean, what could you say? "Thanks? That was nice," doesn't quite cover it somehow. Matt got himself dressed and kinda exited without too much dialog. Bet he slept well when he got home.

Susie was just spreadeagled on the bed, breathing heavily but definitely not in conversational mode. Her pussy and bum must have been on red alert. I just covered her up and snuggled in with her. Set the alarm for 7am and lost consciousness. All the plans I'd had too for intermittent naughty stuff all night it wasn't to be.

Come 7am, I don't think either of us had hardly moved. I felt twenty years younger, Susie looked like a young dishevelled girl that had been fucked all night but was otherwise pretty damn contented-looking. Took her in to the shower with me and we had the most fantastic little recovery period. Just soaped her up a few times and enjoyed the beauty of her young body. Kissed her from head to toe and washed her hair for her. That, and sitting on the bed drying it, while she sat there in just her knickers was, on reflection, hotter and more memorable for me in the upshot than anything that had gone before. I dressed her and wanted her then more than at any time previously. I didn't make love to her again but before T2 turned up right on time to collect her, she gave me her number.

I saw her again the next four visits I never paid her a dollar. Some months later I winged in to Melbourne, checked-in to room 484 and rang her number. An older lady answered.

"Is Susie there?" I asked.

"Susie, I'm sorry no," came the quiet reply. "Are you a friend of hers?"

"Yes," I said truthfully, "A very good friend."

There was a brief pause.

"Well I'm her mother," the voice continued, " I'm really sorry, but Susie has gone Interstate. She took a job in South Australia recently, just after she got her new car.

I didn't even ask if it was a Ferrari.



© Peter_Pan 2007

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