It\'s all in the mind!

Part 22.

It was over an hour later that Bob finally came back downstairs.  He wore a self-satisfied grin and winked to me mischievously.

“Enjoy yourself?” I asked with a grin.

“Too bloody right I did!” He chuckled, “I was ready for a bit anyway, but after seeing the girl enjoying herself like that, well I was about ready to burst!” He glanced over at Helen who was engrossed in a TV programme.  “Do you get to see a lot of that?” He asked, conspiratorially.

“That and a lot more mate!” I grinned.

He looked stunned, “Jesus fucking Christ, you lucky bastard!” He gasped.

“I didn’t know you liked them that young, Bob.”  I said, feigning innocence.

“I don’t fucking care how young they are mate!” He laughed, “But that one is pretty dammed cute anyway!”

“Well, I’ll see what I can do for you.” I said nonchalantly.

His eyes widened with shock, “You mean, what, having a bit of fun with her? Shit, is that possible?”

“Maybe, let me see what I can do.  But you’d have to keep your mouth shut about it.”

“Don’t worry about that, mate, I wouldn’t tell a living soul.” He said, his eyes filled with lust as he glanced over at Helen once more.

I was about to put him under for some additional programming, when Sally joined us. She looked pleased with herself and she smiled warmly at me as she came into the room.  “You look happy.” I remarked.

“I feel like the cat that’s got the cream!” She giggled.

“Yes, you did seem to be enjoying yourself today.” Bob chuckled.

“You’re not complaining, are you?” She retorted with a grin.

“Not a bit of it!” He laughed, then reached out his hand and stroked her arse.

She placed her hand over his and pressed it against her firm cheeks for a moment, before raising it and kissing his fingertips.  “I had a lovely time, thank you.” She sighed, then she moved towards me, planted a kiss on my lips and said, “And thank you too, my darling.” Then she walked away.

After Bob had gone I took Helen to one side and put her under. 

“Helen, you know Uncle Bob could see you when you were masturbating earlier on your bed, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“I don’t know.  A bit rude I suppose, but you said it would be ok to do that, so it must be alright.”

“It’s more than alright, Helen, it’s completely fine.  I want you to enjoy doing that.  I want you to like the idea of Uncle Bob seeing you do that. It will turn you on, understand?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll want Uncle Bob to like you.  You’ll want him to find you attractive and sexy.  You’ll want him to want you, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“Remember all the things you used to do with Richard?  You liked that, didn’t you?”

She smiled sleepily, “Yes.”

“And you’ll want to do all of that with uncle Bob too, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll want him to see your body, to like you.  You’ll start to imagine what it would be like if he were to touch you, to see you naked.  It’ll excite you.  You’ll want him to notice you whenever he comes here, and you’ll try to find a reason to let him see some or all of your body whenever he’s here, understand?”

“Yes.”

I told her to count to twenty then wake up.  Then I made my way over to Richard’s house.  As I opened the kitchen door both he and Donna turned to face me.  Richard looked deeply embarrassed, Donna highly amused.   “Oh Steve, your timing’s perfect!” She giggled, “You won’t believe what he’s asking now.  Go on, tell Steve what you just did.”  Richard started at the floor.  Donna giggled again, “He came in here and gave me a present, look.” She held out her hands, which were full of expensive looking pairs of knickers.  “Then he said he’d bought these for me, because he wanted me to look my best for my men friends.  And then he asked me if he could have them afterwards, because he wanted to smell them!”  She laughed heartily, “Have you ever heard of anything like that?”

I laughed too, “So are you going to do that for him?”

She thought for a moment, “Yeah, ok.  I’ll wear your nice posh knickers, and then when I’m done with them you can have them to wank over.  Happy darling?”

“Thank you.” He muttered.  Donna laughed again.

“I’ll bet he’s all turned on at just the thought of that.” I chuckled, “Are you getting randy at the thought of Donna dressing up in nice knickers for someone else?” I teased.  He nodded his head slowly. 

“Are you getting a stiffy?” Donna demanded with another giggle. He nodded again.  “Let’s have a look at it then.”

He looked up sharply, “What here? I can’t do that here, what if Edward or Hannah were to come in?”

“Then they’d find out just what a pathetic little shit their father is, I suppose.” Donna said savagely.  “It doesn’t bother me I can tell you. Come on then, get it out.”

With a huge sigh, Richard began to open his trousers.  His fingers fumbled nervously with the zip, and then he pushed them down, revealing his bright pink knickers.  His cock was stretching the thin fabric.  Donna laughed again, then reached out and quickly dragged his knickers down.  His cock stood proudly as the rest of him sagged with shame.  Donna took hold of his shaft and squeezed it hard, making him gasp, then she began to pump it slowly, rolling the foreskin back and forth over his glans.  “I used to like doing this to you.” She said softly.  “When we first met I used to like to stroke your cock before you slipped it inside me.  That was before I knew what a pervert you are.”  She held his cock for a moment longer, then let go of it.  She wiped her hand on his shirt, then smiled maliciously.  “You know what Steve? I’ve got an idea.”

I grinned back at her as Richard looked at her warily.  “You know he wants to be treated like a naughty schoolgirl?”

“Yes?” I smiled.

“Well he’s far too hairy for that, isn’t he? I think he should go and shave all his pubes off.  What do you think?”

Richard’s jaw dropped open with shock. He was about to protest when I said, “That’s an excellent idea, Donna.” She beamed with satisfaction.  He looked completely crestfallen.  “Richard, go upstairs and shave off all your pubic hair.  I want you to be completely bald down there, got that?”

He dropped his head again, “Yes Steve.”

“Well go on then. I want to inspect you before I go, so don’t take all day about it.”

“Yes Steve.” He mumbled, then left the kitchen. 

Donna laughed loudly as he went.  Then I turned to speak to her. “You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

“Too bloody right I am. All the shit I’ve had to take from that pompous bastard over the years, and all along he’s been dreaming about wearing schoolgirl knickers.  How fucking funny is that! Now he’s off to shave his pubes. Fantastic!”

When she finally stopped laughing I said, “You know, a lot of men like a shaved pussy.  Why don’t you shave yours as well?”

“Do you think I should?” She asked at once.

“I bet the guys would like you even more if you did.” I said with a grin.

She hesitated for a brief moment, “Alright then, I will.  I’ll go and do it right now.”  And she marched off up the stairs.

As I waited for them to return Hannah sauntered into the kitchen.  She smiled sweetly at me.  “Have a good time with Rupert?” I asked with a grin.

She blushed slightly.  “He came over as soon as I phoned him.” She smiled, “And as soon as he got here he wanted me to take all my things off.  Then I stood there while he walked around me, just looking at me.  Then he started asking me questions, like, ‘when was the last time I had sex’. When I told him about last night with Adrian he got really excited and wanted to know all about it.  He wanted to know what Adrian had done with me, how I’d let him touch me wherever he wanted, and how I’d sucked his cock before he had me in the park.  He thought that was funny.  Then he said he wanted to do the same.  He felt my boobs first, then my bum and then he started to stroke my pussy.  I was really turned on by then, and I knelt down and sucked his cock without him even asking.  Then I lay down on my bed and opened my legs. He just stood there staring at me for a minute, then he dived on top of me and had me.  He only lasted a few seconds before he came.  A bit like Adrian last night.  He didn’t last long either.” She said with a note of disappointment in her voice.

“And did you come?”

“No.  He was too quick.  And as soon as he’d finished he pulled up his trousers and left.  He didn’t say a word, not even ‘thanks’.  He almost ran from the room.  Why would he do that, Steve?”

“Maybe he’s shy?” I suggested, “Or maybe he can’t wait to tell his friends?”

“I’ll be he is too.  On line, telling all his nerdy little friends all about me.  He’s probably showing them the pictures he’s got of me, and the films he’s made.”

“Did you ask him to show his friends?”

“No.  I was going to talk to him about that, but there wasn’t time.”

“But you’d like him to, wouldn’t you?”

She sighed heavily, “Well part of me doesn’t want him to. I keep thinking of all those nerds looking at me naked, and I hate that.  But there’s another part that really likes the idea.”

“I think it would be a great idea.” I said with a grin.

“You really think so, Steve?”

“Sure. All those boys getting excited looking at you, it’d make you feel great, wouldn’t it?”

She flushed deeply, “Well I suppose so.  I mean, thinking of them all looking at me gets me kind of randy!” She giggled.

“Like the thought of someone watching you while you have sex?” I suggested.

“Oooh, yes! Oh that really turned me on last night, the thought of someone watching.”

“Well why don't you get back in touch with Rupert and ask him to do that?”

She licked her lips and smiled, “I could do that right now, couldn’t I?” She asked, her eyes bright with excitement.

“Good idea.  Maybe you could ask him to set up a web site, so anyone could go and look.  Get him to put a comments page on there as well.  Ask people who visit to say what they like about your body or suggest things they’d like you to do?”

“Oh God, yes!” She hissed urgently.

As she turned to make for the door, I put her under.  “Hannah, I want you to fantasise about being seen naked.  It will turn you on, and you’ll want to do it as much as possible, understand?”

“Yes.”

“And you’ll continue to get excited at the thought of people seeing down your top or up your skirt, understand?”

“Yes.”

“But now you’ll want to take it to a new level.  From now on you won’t wear any knickers, and you’ll get really excited at the thought of someone seeing your bare pussy, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

I woke her and she reached for the door.  “Have you heard from Adrian today, by the way?” I asked casually.

“Yes, he wants to see me again tonight.” She said with a smile, “He said I should meet him by the park gates!”  She giggled deliciously.

“That’s great, Hannah, enjoy yourself!” I smiled, “Oh, and let me know if Rupert sets up that web site, won’t you?”

“Sure thing, Steve.  Love you!”  She skipped from the room.

I waited around for some time before Richard returned to the kitchen looking deeply uncomfortable.  “Did you do it?” I demanded.

“Yes Steve.” He mumbled.

“Good.  Now we’ll wait until Donna comes back and then we’ll have a look at your handiwork.” I grinned.  He flinched.  “How does it feel?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Really odd.  Very, very strange.” He confessed.

“But you like it, don't you?” I teased.  He shrugged in response.  A few minutes later Donna appeared.  She looked flushed, her eyes glittering, and her nipples were standing out proudly beneath her T-shirt.  I turned to Richard, “Come on then, let’s have a look at you.” I said with a grin.

“Please Steve, not here.  Can’t we go somewhere else?  Please?” He whined.

“What do you think?” I asked Donna, “Make him drop his trousers here, or shall we take him somewhere else?”

She thought for a moment, “I know.” She said excitedly, “Let’s take him out to the workshop.  He’s always out there fussing over his tools and stuff.  Well he can show us his new-look tool there, can’t he?” She giggled with delight.

“Good idea!” I laughed, “OK Richard, we’ll go to the workshop.”  I strode to the door and made my way to his workshop, his pride and joy!  Donna followed eagerly, Richard walked slowly, clearly dreading what was about to happen.  Once inside the workshop I sat on his workbench.  Donna took a seat next to me.  Richard stood a few feet away from us, his head bowed. 

“Come on then, let’s have a look at it!” Donna screeched.

Richard began to unfasten his trousers.  With a huge sigh he pushed them down to his knees.  Once again the bright pink fabric of his knickers was stretched by his straining cock.  Donna giggled with delight, and then he pushed his knickers down to reveal his shaven cock and balls.  His cock stood proudly, throbbing visibly.  Donna slipped down from the bench and stepped closer.  She reached out and ran her fingertip along the length of his shaft, snorting with laughter as it twitched in response.  After a moment or two she ran her fingernail across his scrotum, smiling as she watched the skin tighten.  “You look fucking pathetic, you know that?” She said savagely,  “Standing there with your pretty pink knickers pushed down and your bald little cock sticking out.”  She wrapped her hand around the shaft and squeezed hard.  Richard groaned, then gasped as she squeezed harder still.

“Fucking pathetic.” She repeated, then smiled slyly.  “You know what, though? You’re not the only one to have been busy with a razor today.” He stared at her in disbelief.  She quickly opened her jeans and pushed them down to reveal her newly shaven pussy. “Look at that!” She laughed, then turned to me and thrust her hips forward.  Her mound was completely smooth and her clit was clearly visible at the top of her slit.  “He was always on at me to do this, you know.” She giggled, “I lost count of the number of times he asked me to shave my slit, but I never wanted to.” She turned back to face him, “And now you can look at it, but you can’t do anything with it.  Imagine all those other men who’ll enjoy playing with it now it’s all smooth and bare!”

She shuffled over to me. “What do you think, Steve? Do you like it?”

“It looks lovely, Donna.  A lot better than before.  How does it feel, is it nice and smooth?”

“Oh, yes!” She purred, “Ever so smooth.  Have a feel if you like.”

I reached out my hand and ran my fingertips across her mound.  Richard groaned miserably.  She spread her thighs and I slipped my hand between them, began to stroke the lips of her pussy.  She was already wet, and she gasped as I spread her lips and slowly pushed two fingers into her.  She moaned as I began to finger fuck her, pushing her hips forward onto my fingers.  I looked up to see Richard watching intently as I fingered his wife, his cock stiff.

“Oh yes, that’s much better.” I smiled, “I love a nice shaved pussy on a woman.  That’s why I like Sally’s.” I paused for a moment, for effect, “And Hannah’s.”  Richard groaned again, his face now an angry red.  I pressed my thumb onto Donna’s clit, began to rub it in time to the thrusts of my fingers.

She gasped loudly, then moaned, “Oh Jesus Christ, Steve, yes!”

I ran my free hand across her tits, cupping and stroking them.  She took the hint at once, pulling her T-shirt off and throwing it aside. I played with her oversize tits as I finger fucked her, the workshop full of her gasps and moans.  After a minute or two I stopped and said, “Take your things off.”  She immediately kicked off her jeans and pushed her thong down, stepping out of it. I took the small piece of red fabric from her, then rubbed it against her moist slit.  She moaned again.  Then I threw the thong to Richard, who caught it instinctively.  “There you go, Richard, you can have a sniff of that while I bring Donna off.  Afterwards, I’m going to ask her to suck my cock until I come in her mouth. You’d like to watch that, wouldn’t you Richard?” I sneered.

Donna groaned passionately as I slipped my fingers into her again. “Oh I love sucking your big, hard cock Steve.” She panted.  “I want you to come in my mouth.  I want to swallow every last drop of your lovely jism. Oh God, I’m coming. Oh yes! Ahhhhhh!”  Richard whimpered miserably as he watched his wife climax on my fingers.  As she began to recover she sank slowly to her knees before me and kissed the front of my trousers.  As she began to open them she sighed happily, then reached inside and brought out my stiffening shaft.  She kissed the tip, then ran her tongue along the entire length.

I looked up at Richard and grinned.  “If you want to toss yourself off while you watch, feel free.” I chuckled.  His face was a picture of misery, but he slowly reached for his cock and began to stroke it.  “Just don’t come all over the floor, or I’ll make you lick it up, got that?” I snapped.

Donna glanced over her shoulder at him and sniggered, then began to suck my cock hungrily.  I decided to spin this out.  Holding myself back, making Richard’s torture last for as long as possible. Donna sucked and licked lovingly, stroking my balls, moaning with pleasure. After a few minutes Richard groaned and thrust his cock into his pink knickers as he came.  As the damp stain spread across the front of his underwear he hung his head sadly.  Finally I could hold back no longer.  I let my climax take over me and shot my load into Donna’s welcoming mouth.  She swallowed every drop, looking up at me with eyes alight with desire.

As I finally finished she sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.  “Your come is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.” She announced, “I always love sucking you off, don’t I, darling?”

I grinned and patted her head, “Yes, you’re really very good at it Donna.  You seem to know just what I like.” 

“Well I should do, I’ve done it often enough, haven’t I?” She giggled.

Richard groaned again. 

“Did you enjoy watching Donna sucking me off?” I asked him, with a sly smile as Donna gently slipped my cock back into my trousers and fastened them up. He shook his head vehemently.  “I don’t believe you, Richard.  How can you deny it when you stood there watching and tossing yourself off?  Come on, admit it.  You loved it, didn’t you?”

His face flushed deeply and he nodded sadly.

“Well maybe, if you’re a good little boy, I might let you watch again.” I chuckled. 

Donna giggled happily, then pulled on her T-shirt and stepped into her jeans. “You can keep the knickers.” She sneered, “I’ve got all those nice, silky ones to wear, after all.” She turned to me, “I think you should make him carry on wearing those ones of his for the rest of the day.” She sniggered.

“Good idea.  Richard, you’re not allowed to change your knickers for the rest of the day.  And I want you to tell me if you decide to toss yourself off again, understand?”

He coughed nervously, “Yes Steve.  Can I go now please?”

“Well you’d better pull your knickers up before you go.  You don’t want to wander around with your bald little cock hanging out, do you?”  I laughed.  Donna laughed too.  He pulled up his knickers and trousers, then shuffled sadly out of the workshop.

Donna gazed after him, then shook her head, “Jesus, what a pathetic little bastard he’s become.” She said sadly.

“I know, he’s just a sad case, isn’t he?” I agreed.  I paused for a moment, then said, “You know what I think you should make him do when you get home tonight?”

“No, what?” She asked eagerly.

“Make him lick your knickers clean while he tosses himself off.”

She clapped her hands with delight, “Oh yes! That would serve the bastard right, wouldn’t it?” She said with a grin, then she thought for a moment, “There’s only one problem though.”

“What’s that?”

“Well suppose I don't have my knickers by the end of the evening?”  She looked at me seriously for a moment, then began to laugh, “I mean, the last few times I’ve been out I’ve lost them, haven’t I?”

“So when you get back, put on a new pair, let them get nice and dirty, then make him lick them clean.” I suggested.

“Oh yeah, I like that idea!”

“And then maybe, in a few days, if he behaves himself, I’ll grant him his wish to be caned like a naughty schoolgirl.” I smiled.

“Oh fuck, you’ve got to let me watch that, Steve.” She gasped, “Promise me you’ll let me watch when you do that.  Please, Steve?”

“I’ll think about it. Now I have to be going.”

A short time after I got back to Sally’s, Dave Ritchie called.  “How’s that over-sized ponce next door?” He asked with a laugh.  I told him about making Richard shave his pubes, and then how I’d fingered Donna while he watched.  Dave practically shouted with laughter.  “And he tossed himself off while he watched her giving you a blow job? Jesus Christ, what a pathetic bastard!” He giggled.

“That’s what Donna called him!” I laughed, “She’s going into town tonight with the intention of fucking as many men as she can, and then he’s going to have to drive into town and pick her up.  She’s going to tell him all about it, and then she’s going to make him lick her knickers clean.”

“Oh man, that sounds like fun.  What time do you think she’ll be back, I’d like to watch that?” He said eagerly.

“Well if she meets up with the rugby club again, there’s no telling when she’ll be home.” I laughed.

“I see what you mean.” He mused, “Still, I could come over and we could have a laugh with him, couldn’t we?” He suggested.

“Good idea. I’ve got an idea for another way to fuck with him.  Come over early evening and I’ll show you!”

Dave went off happy, and I spent the rest of the day amusing myself around the house.  By early evening I was watching from the bedroom window as Richard and Donna set off from the house.  She was wearing a very low cut top, which just about contained her bra-less tits, and a tiny skirt, which just about covered her arse.  She’d applied make-up liberally, and looked about as big a tart as it was possible to get! The look on Richard’s face as he drove away was pure poetry.  Donna was chattering away incessantly, no doubt telling him of all the things she planned to do that evening, and his face showed the mixture of shame, anger and excitement as he listened.

Minutes later Hannah also left the house. She wore a loose-fitting top and a skirt only slightly longer than Donna’s.  As she made her way along the street a small gust of wind lifted the back of her skirt, and her bare shapely arse was revealed to the world.  She smoothed her skirt back into place and made her way towards the park. 

A few minutes later Edward arrived, his face contorted by an angry scowl.  “What the fuck’s going on?” He demanded.

“What do you mean?” I asked calmly.

“Dad’s taken Donna into town, and she’s dressed like a total slut, and my sister has just fucked off as well.  She wouldn’t tell me where she was going, but you should have seen her, Steve, she didn’t have a bra on, that’s for sure, and I think I caught a glimpse up her skirt as she left, and she didn’t have any knickers on either.” He looked furious.

I quickly put him under.  “Edward, you will stop being concerned about Hannah.  She is enjoying herself, and there’s nothing wrong with what she’s doing, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll be happy that she’s having a good time, and you will not object to anything she does from now on, understand?”

“Yes.”

“When I wake you, I will tell you something about your dad and Donna.  You will find what Donna is doing funny, but you will think your father is pathetic.  You will think that he is less than a man, and something to be laughed at, understand?”

“Yes.”

I woke him up.  He looked around, blinking, then turned to me,  “I suppose it’s ok for Hannah to be out enjoying herself, isn't it? I mean, good for her, and all that.”

“Exactly.” I smiled, “But I need to tell you what’s going on with your dad and Donna. You’d better sit down.”  He sank into a chair and looked up at me anxiously as I began to tell him how Donna was behaving. His eyes grew wide with shock as I told him how Richard not only knew, but actually enjoyed what was happening.

“I don’t fucking believe it!” He gasped, “Dad would never put up with that.  He’d fucking kill her first, I know he would.”

I shook my head sadly, “I’m afraid you’re wrong Edward.  He knows all about it.  How Donna has been had by me, countless times.  How she has been had by several different men.  He even knows that you and your friends have been having her.”

He went very pale.  “You mean she told dad that I’ve had her?  Fucking hell.”

“I’m afraid that’s not the worst of it.  Come with me, I want to show you something.”  I took him to the computer and opened Richard’s emails one at a time.  Edward looked over my shoulder and read them with growing anger.  When I started to open the photos he exploded with rage.

“The dirty fucking pervert.” He spat, “Look at him, dressed up in women’s knickers and tossing himself off into them.  Shit, he’s fucking pathetic! And he wants to dress up in schoolgirl uniform and be caned?  What the fuck is the matter with him?”

“He’s just giving in to his fetishes.” I smiled, “There’s nothing wrong with what he’s doing.”

“Nothing wrong?” Edward raged, “Nothing fucking wrong?  He’s taken his wife out to get fucked stupid, probably by the rugby club again, and he’s coming home to dress up like that and toss himself off pretending to be a schoolgirl. How can you say there’s nothing wrong with that?”

His entire body was as taut as a bowstring, his face flushed and contorted with anger.  “Well if you put it like that.” I grinned, “He isn’t much of a man, I suppose.”

“No, he fucking isn’t.” He snapped, “And to think we’ve got all this pussy around as well.  I mean, why would he want to do that when he can fuck Donna, Sally, Helen or Sandra? It just doesn’t make sense.”

“Maybe he isn't man enough to satisfy them?” I suggested.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” Edward agreed, “He can’t cope with it, so he pretends to be a schoolgirl instead. Fucking pathetic.”

I put him under again.  “Edward, you will continue to be angry at your father.  You will lose all respect for him, you’ll be ashamed of him, and you’ll despise him.  But you won’t let him know that you know.  Every time you think of him behaving that way you’ll be deeply embarrassed, and you’ll resent him for that, understand?”

“Yes.”

“When I wake you, you will still be angry.  You’ll want to take it out on someone, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“You will go and find Sally and make her do the most perverted things you can think of to amuse you.  You will enjoy abusing her and making her perform for you, understand?”

“Yes.”

I woke him up, then said, “Edward, you’ll have to excuse me now, I have a friend coming to see me.  We’ll talk later, ok?”

“Yeah, sure, Steve.” He shuffled his feet nervously, “Steve? You won’t tell anyone else, about dad, I mean?”

“Don’t worry Edward, the secret’s safe with me.”

A huge smile of relief crossed his face, “Thanks Steve.”  He turned and made his way to the kitchen where I knew he’d find Sally.  Moments later I heard his angry voice as he barked orders at her.  “Right you, get your fucking kit off now, right here.”  There was a pause, then more shouting, “Come on, quickly, get your tits out, I haven’t got all fucking day.  That’s better, now the rest.”

I could hear Sally mumbling in reply, then Edward began to shout again, “Right, get out into the garden.  That’s it, right out in the middle, where I can see you.”

Sally gasped, “Edward, no. Please.”

“Do as you’re fucking told, bitch.” He snarled.  I looked out of the window to see Sally tiptoe out into the garden, her arms pressed against her tits.  She looked around nervously, clearly trying to work out if any of the neighbours could see her.  “Get your arms down.”  Edward barked.  She dropped her arms and stood naked and completely exposed in the middle of her own back garden.  “Now start running on the spot.” Edward said with a chuckle.  She began to jog slowly, her tits bouncing appealingly.  Moments later Edward strode out to her, a wooden spoon clutched in his hand. He stood at her side, then suddenly lashed out with the spoon, catching her across her arse.  “Get your fucking knees up, you lazy bitch.  Come on, work.” He yelled.

Sally yelped with pain and immediately began to run faster.  Edward struck her again, then reached out with his free hand and slapped her tits.  She gasped and moaned as he abused her mercilessly.  After a couple of minutes she was sobbing and gasping for breath, her face streaked with tears.  Edward grinned slyly, then said, “OK, you can stop now.”  She stopped running at once, her tits heaving as she drew breath.  “Right, now you’re going to open your legs nice and wide, squat down, spread your cunt lips with your hands and piss all over your nice garden, got that?” He sneered.

Sally’s face was a picture of misery.  She didn’t bother to argue with him, knowing that it would do no good.  She shuffled her feet apart then squatted down.  She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she reached between her thighs and spread her pussy lips.  There was a moments pause, and then she began to urinate.  Edward laughed maliciously, then began to punish her arse with the wooden spoon once more.  Sally gasped and sobbed with each blow, and then her stream of urine stopped.

Edward scowled at her, “I never gave you permission to stop, did I?”

“I’m sorry Edward.” She sobbed, “But there’s no more to come out.”

He ignored her pleas. “Kneel down.” He ordered.  She fell to her knees at once, the grass beneath her still wet with her urine.  “Now take my cock out and put it in your mouth.” He commanded.  She did as she was told, nervously fumbling with his zip until she was able to reach inside his trousers and bring out his cock.  He was half-erect, and she leaned forward and began to suck and lick.  After a few moments she coughed and spluttered and pulled her face away from his crotch.  A stream of urine from his cock immediately hit her in the face.  She put up her hands and turned away with a cry of horror.

The stream of urine stopped. “Put your hands down and look at me.” He shouted.  She slowly let her hands drop and turned her face towards him.  He began to piss on her again, moving the jet across her face and hair, then directing it at her tits.  “Open your mouth.” He laughed.  She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.  He directed the stream into her mouth, making her shudder. Finally he had finished.  Sally stayed kneeling in the garden, now covered in his piss, sobbing quietly.

“Stand up.” He ordered.  She climbed wearily to her feet.  “Spread your arse apart.”  She did as he said.  He moved behind her and placed the tip of the wooden spoon handle against her tight hole, then eased it in.  She gasped and moaned as he worked it deeper, until there must have been at least three inches of smooth wood inside her.  “Now run around the garden for me.” He demanded with another cruel laugh.  She began to jog around the garden, her tits swinging and the wooden spoon swaying with each stride she took.  Edward laughed with delight.  After she had completed a couple of circuits he grinned to himself.  “Right, now go upstairs and stand outside your bedroom door and wait for me there, got that?”

“Yes Edward.” She replied quietly.  She walked quickly into the house, the spoon still lodged in her back door.

Edward watched her go, then glanced over to me and laughed.  He waited for a few moments, thinking, no doubt, about what he could do to her next, then made his way inside and sauntered up the stairs.

I poured myself a drink and sat and waited for Dave to arrive.  As soon as he did I told him about Edward’s new programming and what he’d done to Sally.

“He pissed all over her, did he?” Dave chuckled, “I bet she didn’t like that, did she?”

“She didn’t look like she was having fun, no!” I laughed, “Can’t wait to hear what else he does to her, but for now, let’s go and have some fun with Richard, shall we?”  Dave grinned and followed me over to Richard’s house.

We found him sitting in his study.  From the way he quickly adjusted his trousers I guessed that he had been playing with himself and had put his cock away when he heard us coming up the stairs.  He looked at me pleadingly as Dave followed me into the study.  “You know Dave, don’t you Richard?” I asked nonchalantly.  He nodded, his eyes betraying the rising panic within him.

I smiled at him, “Don’t worry Richard, Dave already knows everything.” Richard’s eyebrows almost disappeared off the top of his head.  “You see, I’ve been sending him your e-mails, together with the pictures you sent me.

Richard groaned.  Dave joined in the torment, “I couldn’t believe it when Steve told me about your little fetish.” He chuckled, “I mean, one minute you’re this big, strong man who likes to fuck little girls, and the next you’re this wimp who can’t get a hard-on and likes to wear women’s knickers.  I had to laugh, let me tell you!”  Richard blushed deeply.  “And you like to hear about your own wife being fucked by a host of different men too. Is that because you can’t satisfy her yourself Richard?”

We both laughed at his obvious discomfort. “I suppose that isn’t so bad, but sniffing her dirty knickers while you play with yourself?  That’s a bit pathetic, isn’t it Richard?”

His face was a burning scarlet.  He slowly lowered his head in shame and humiliation.  Dave smiled at me, then said, “I know, Richard, why don’t you go and put your nice school uniform on?  Let me have a good look at you.”

Richard began to plead at once, “Oh no, please, please don’t make me do that.” He turned to me with frantic eyes, “Steve, please. Don’t make me do that. Please.”

“Stop being silly, Richard.” I grinned, “You know you’re going to have to do it, so stop whining and get on with it.  We haven’t got all evening to waste on you, you know.”

Richard shuffled to the door and left the room.  I had an idea, so I followed him.  As he entered his bedroom I slipped in behind him and put him under.  I gave him a quick instruction, then woke him and returned to the study.  As I sat down to wait for Richard, Dave said, “What was that about then?”

I grinned at him, “Wait and see.”

Moments later Richard edged nervously into the room and closed the door firmly behind him.  Then he stood immobile before us both.  Dave was the first to crack.  He began to roar with laughter as he took in the sight of the middle aged man wearing a crisp white blouse, school tie, pleated grey skirt and knee length white socks.  “Jesus fucking Christ, Richard, what do you think you look like!” He giggled.  “Do you imagine that you actually look like a schoolgirl or something?”

Richard hung his head miserably.

“Maybe you should tell Dave about your fantasy?” I suggested with a grin.

Richard sighed massively.  “I imagine that I’m a schoolgirl.” He began.  Dave giggled again.  “I’ve done something wrong, and I’ve been sent to the headmaster.  He says he’s going to punish me.  I have to bend over his desk, and he lifts my skirt.  Then he pulls my knickers down and he canes my bare bottom.”  As he finished speaking his bottom lip quivered.

Dave was unable to speak for laughing for a few moments.  When he recovered he said, “Well let’s have a good look at you then Richard.” Then he paused for a moment.  “Actually, I can’t keep calling you ‘Richard’ when you’re all dressed up like that can I?  Do you have a name for yourself when you’re in costume?”  Richard said something inaudible.

“What did you say?” Dave demanded.

Richard coughed nervously, “I said ‘Rita’.  I call myself Rita.”

We both laughed heartily, then Dave began to torment him again.  “Rita you say?  Well how about that. OK, Rita, stand in the middle of the room and let’s have a look at you.”  Richard shuffled forward.  “That’s good, Rita. Now why don't you show us your pretty knickers?  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He sneered.

Richard clutched the hem of his skirt with trembling fingers, then began to lift it.  He still wore the pink knickers from earlier in the day, the cum stains on the front of them clearly visible.  As he stood before us with his skirt lifted high his cock began to twitch and grow inside his knickers, stretching the pink fabric.  Dave laughed again, then said, “And you imagine having to do that for the head teacher?” Richard nodded.  “And it clearly gets you going, doesn’t it?  Tell me, what are you thinking now? Are you imagining me as the head teacher?” Richard groaned softly, then nodded again. “And you think I’m going to pull your knickers down and cane you?  Would you like that, Richard, I mean Rita!”

Richard’s lip quivered again.  Then he whispered, “Yes please.”

Dave grinned slyly.  “Well I’m not going to.  Not today, at any rate.  Why don’t you tell me all about how you toss yourself off?  What do you think of? Apart from being caned like a naughty girl, that is.”  Richard said nothing.  “You like the idea of Donna getting fucked by other men, isn’t that right?  Tell me about that.  Tell me what you think about, what you’re imagining she’s doing right now.”

“I can’t.” Richard stammered.

“Of course you can!” Dave laughed, “Come on, tell us all about what you’re imagining she’s doing right now.”

“I can see her being chatted up by a man.  He’s looking at her body.  She likes it.” He groaned, “She laughs at his jokes, keeps touching his arm when she speaks to him.  Then they leave the bar and go somewhere quiet.  He starts to kiss her, then he’s touching her, feeling her tits.  She loves it.  She’s rubbing the front of his trousers, then he’s put his hand up her skirt. He’s rubbing her pussy.” His cock stood proudly inside his knickers.

“Very good Richard. Carry on.” Dave urged, grinning at him.

“She gets down on her knees and takes his cock out and starts to suck him.  Then she stands up and he pulls her skirt up and pulls her knickers down.  She opens her legs for him and he has her.”

“You can imagine him fucking her, yes?” Richard nodded slowly.  “And what else?”

“I imagine that there are others there, watching.  When each one comes in her, another one takes his place.  She loves it.  She comes time and time again.”

“You’re getting quite aroused by this, aren’t you Richard?” Dave asked with a sly grin.  Richard sighed heavily and nodded.  “Yes, we can see that.  Why don’t you play with yourself while you think about Donna getting fucked over and over again.  You know you want to, don’t you Richard?” He teased.

Richard unfastened the catch of his skirt and let it fall to his feet, then he pushed his hand into his knickers and began to pump his cock, groaning and moaning.

Dave giggled.  “I can see you’ve been busy already from the stains on them.  Not a very clean little girl, are you Rita?”

“Steve said I wasn’t top change them.” He moaned, still pumping his cock.

“I see.” Dave chuckled, “And you always do what Steve tells you?”  Richard groaned and nodded.  Dave thought for a moment, “So what else has Steve told you to do today?” He asked slyly.

Richard’s hand froze.  A shudder ran through his body, then he mumbled, “I had to shave my pubes off.”

Dave barked with laughter, “Really?  Well let’s have a look then, come on.”

Richard closed his eyes tightly, then pulled his knickers down to reveal his shaven cock and balls.  Dave laughed again, enjoying Richard’s misery.  “Oh that’s fucking priceless!” He giggled, “I mean, look at you!  Dressed up as a schoolgirl, in your nice pretty pink knickers and playing with your baldy little cock!  Not such a big, strong man now, are you Richard?” He sighed with resignation, “I suppose I’d better let you bring yourself off soon.  I don’t want to be here all night, after all.  Go on then, do it.” He demanded.

Richard began to pump his cock faster and faster. Dave continued to torment him.  “Imagine having her dirty knickers over your face while you do it.  You can smell all those other men. Does that get you hot Richard?”

Richard groaned and pumped faster still. As he approached orgasm I waited to see the effects of my latest programming.  As he pulled his knickers up to cover his cock and prepared to ejaculate into them he gasped and moaned and then cried out.  “Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Dave and I fell about laughing as he called out over and over again, shooting his load into his knickers.  When he’d finally finished he pulled his hand out of his knickers and let his arms hang loosely by his side.  He looked completely dejected and humiliated as he stood there with a dark stain spreading across his knickers, his cock shrinking inside them.  Finally, Dave and I managed to recover.  Dave chuckled, “That was an interesting little cry you gave there, Richard.  You sounded like a little girl on a roller coaster.  Do you always make such a stupid noise when you come?”  Richard shook his head slowly.  Dave laughed again, “Well at least we’ll know when you’re having a good time from now on!”

We left Richard to his misery and self-pity and returned to Sally’s.  Dave was thoroughly amused by Richard’s performance.  “How did you get him to make that noise when he jacked off?” He asked with amusement.

“Easy! I just planted the idea in his brain that he would do that every time he climaxes from now on.  Can you imagine what Donna will do when she heard it?” I laughed.  We were both enjoying the thought when Edward came stomping down the stairs.

“What are you laughing at?” He demanded suspiciously.

Dave looked at him for a moment, then said derisively, “Well if you must know, we were talking about your father and what he gets up to these days.  Did you know he’s just dressed up as a schoolgirl and tossed himself off in front of the both of us?”

Edward went completely white.  He stared at me accusingly, “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone.” He said angrily.

“Steve didn’t.” Dave said quietly, “Your old man did.  He sent the same e-mails to me as he sent to Steve.  Maybe he thinks that because I’m a doctor I can help him or something?”  Edward sank into a chair miserably.

“Don’t worry, no one else knows. Apart from Donna, that is.” I said softly. Edward groaned.  I decided to put him under, then gave him some more programming.  “Edward, I want you to begin to think that it would be fun if Sally and the girls, and Hannah were to know about how your father behaves.  You’ll like the idea of telling them, or better still, of making Richard tell them.  Maybe we could get together and make him dress up as a schoolgirl and show himself off in front of all of us.  That would pay him back for making you feel ashamed of him, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes.” He said with a sly smile on his face.

“He’d deserve that, wouldn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“And he’d enjoy it too, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, he would.”

“Perhaps we could make his fantasy come true and cane his bare bottom.  You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And then he’d be put in his place, isn’t that right.  He wouldn’t be able to give you any more orders after that, would he?”

“No he fucking wouldn’t!” He snapped.

“Maybe you should think about doing that to him over the next few days?  Don’t do anything about it yet, but just imagine how good it would feel to pay him back.  In a few days time, you can approach me and suggest it.  You’ll think it is your own idea, and you’ll want me to agree to it. Understand?”

“Yes.”

I woke him and sent him home.  As soon as he had gone, Dave said with astonishment, “You think he’ll do all that?”

“Oh yes.” I said casually, “He’ll be brooding on it for a few days.  It’ll get him nice and angry about it all, then he’ll come to me.”

“Fucking brilliant!” He laughed, “And are you really going to make the daft bastard show himself off to all of them?”

“I think that would make a really good show, don't you? You want to be there to see it?”

“Too fucking right I do! My God, that’ll be the funniest thing ever!”

“Then I’ll make sure you get the best seat in the house.” I grinned, “What do you want to do now?”

“I thought I might make my way upstairs and have a play with those two young lovelies.  Any objections?”

“None at all, enjoy yourself.”

A few minutes after Dave skipped upstairs for some fun with Helen and Sandra, Sally came down.  She looked shattered.  “What’s the matter?” I asked.

She poured herself a drink and sat down wearily.  “Bloody Edward.” She said tersely, “He was just about as obnoxious as I’ve ever known him tonight.  He treated me like a bloody toy.  The things he made me do.”

“Tell me.”

She took another drink, then sighed, “Well you saw what happened in the garden, right? He made me stand there naked and he spanked me with that wooden spoon?” I nodded.  “Did you see all of that?” I nodded again.  “He made me pee, right there in front of him.  Then he peed all over me.” She shuddered with revulsion, “Dirty little bugger.  Why would he do that?”

“What happened when you got upstairs?”

“I had to stand there outside my own bedroom, stark naked, with that bloody spoon stuck up my bottom. I was terrified one of the girls would come out and see me like that, but thankfully they stayed in their rooms.” She took another gulp of her drink. “Then when he came upstairs he made me crawl around on my hands and knees, with my bum in the air and the spoon still in it.  He laughed all the time at me, then I had to kiss and lick his feet.  He got bored with that after a while, so then he made me lick the toilet bowl.  He kept me doing that for ages.  Then he made me play with myself.  He told me to put my vibrator up my bottom and keep doing myself until he told me to stop.  All the time he kept asking me questions, like how old I was when I lost my virginity.  He wanted to know how I’d met you, and he wanted to know when we’d first made love, and what it was like.”

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Not really.  Everything I said he laughed at.  He asked me if I liked it when he peed on me.  I told him I didn’t, but he wouldn’t believe me.  He made me kneel in the bath, and then he did it again, only then I had to lie down and let him pee all over me.  He made me open my legs and spread my pussy wide open, and then he peed on me again.  He said he was going to bring all his friends from school to the house, and he’d make me strip for them, and then I’d have to lie in the bath while they all peed on me.” She shuddered again, “You won’t let him do that to me, will you Steve?”

“Maybe you’d like it?” I suggested with a grin.

“Oh no I bloody well wouldn’t!” She snapped, “Please don't let him do that to me, Steve.  I know I like some strange stuff these days, but that’s going too far.”

I ignored her pleas. “Tell me what happened next.”

“He made me lie there in the bath, with his pee all over me, and play with myself until I came.  He wanted me to say all sorts of stuff while I did it, like, ‘I love a cock up my arse’, and ‘I love being fucked up the shitter’.  He just laughed and laughed at me.  Then I had to suck him until he came, and he shot his stuff all over my face and breasts and then made me rub it in.  Afterwards, I had to lick my fingers clean and tell him how much I like to have jism all over my body.  Then he made me bend over and he spanked me with the spoon again.  I had to keep on saying how much I like to have my bottom spanked, and how I liked it when I was in the club and all those men spanked me and played with my pussy.  He wanted to know when I was going to do it again, and I said I didn’t know, but he made me promise that I’d ask Bob if he could be there to watch.  Then he put his cock up my bottom and had me, and I kept on coming when he did it, and he laughed at that too.  He said I was a dirty old bitch, and I should be ashamed of myself for being like that and for letting my daughters be used in that way.  He made me say that I like it when Helen or Sandra get fucked.  He made me say that I like to watch while they do it.”

“And how are you feeling now?”

“I feel dirty.  Like I’ve been totally used.” She sighed.

“But you like to feel like that, don't you?”

“Sometimes, yes. But he was horrible tonight.  I mean, I don’t mind it when a man has fun at my expense, when he uses me, but this was a fifteen-year-old boy who was making me do all this stuff.  It just felt wrong, somehow.”

I smiled at her, “I can understand how you feel, I mean, that must have been pretty humiliating, having to do whatever he said like that.”

“Exactly.” She agreed.

“It’s hard to imagine anything more shameful than letting a schoolboy piss all over you.”

She shuddered at the memory, took another drink, and then sighed.  I could see she was adjusting to the idea, her need to be humiliated taking over.  I stoked the fire carefully, “But that is what you like, isn’t it Sal?  I mean, you do enjoy being treated like that, don’t you?”

“Well, yes.” She said thoughtfully, “But having someone pee on me was just something I’d never even imagined, that’s all.”

“But now that it’s happened, how do you feel about it?”

“I don’t know.” She admitted.

“Would you like it to happen again?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Would you like it if I pissed all over you?”

She drew breath sharply, “I don’t know, Steve.  Would you like to do that to me?”

“Maybe.  How would you feel if I did?”

Her fingers trembled slightly as she put her glass down.  “I’d do anything you wanted, you know that, anything.”

“Yes, I know, Sal, but would you like it?”

She looked flustered, “I, er, I mean, I er, well, I suppose, er …”

“It would be humiliating for you, I know, just kneeling there while I sprayed your body with piss.  Can you imagine it?”

She licked her lips.  “I suppose I’d get to like it!” She said with a shy smile.

“And how does it feel when you imagine a long line of schoolboys doing that to you?  Imagine being naked for them, lying there with your legs open while they piss on you.  How does that feel?”

“Oh God.” She groaned, “Are you really going to make me do that?”

“I don’t know yet, Sal, I’ll have to think about it.  But Edward was right about you enjoying it, wasn’t he?”

“I suppose so, yes.” She said with a sigh.

“And he was right about you liking it when Helen or Sandra get some too, wasn’t he?”

“I guess he was.”

“Did you know that Dave is up there now with them?  He called ‘round earlier, and he asked if it would be ok if he went and had some fun with them. I agreed, and I didn’t think you’d have a problem with it.  That was ok, wasn’t it Sal?”

She gasped, “Yes, that was ok Steve.  I don’t mind him having fun with them.  I’m sure they’ll enjoy it.”

I grinned, “You know, I think Helen has taken quite a shine to Bob.  How would you feel if he were to have some fun with her too?”

She thought for a moment, then said, “He would be nice to her, wouldn’t he Steve? I mean, he can be a bit rough with me, sometimes, but that’s ok, I like it. I’m just not so sure that Helen is ready for that kind of thing.”

“I’m sure he’d be gentle with her, Sal, don’t worry about that.  So you’d be ok with that then?”

“If you think it would be ok, then I’m sure you’d be right.” She said, looking at me lovingly, “After all, you usually are, aren’t you?”

“Let’s see how it goes.  If she does have a thing for Bob, I’ll have a word with him, make sure he looks after her.” I smiled. She looked at me and licked her lips again. “But don’t worry about Edward getting rough again. Tonight was unusual. You see, he’d just found out some disturbing things about his father.”

“About Richard?” She said, sitting upright suddenly, “What is it? Is he ill or something?”

“Not exactly ill, Sal.  Come and have a look at this.” I took her to the computer and showed her the e-mails and photos Richard had sent me. 

Sally gasped with shock, “Oh my God! How long has he been like this?  Jesus, I had no idea!”

“It seems he’s just decided to give in to his fantasies.” I said with a chuckle.

“Is this why he couldn’t get a hard on? He was too busy imagining himself like that?” She said, pointing the screen, which carried an image of Richard in his knickers playing with his cock.

“Could be.” I laughed.

“That bastard!” She spat, angrily, “When I think of all the things he did to me, just for fun, and then tormented me about it afterwards, and all the time he was fantasising about dressing up as a little girl.  No wonder he hasn’t been near me for ages, I’m too grown up for him now.”

“And too female, I should think!” I laughed.

She giggled, “True.  What he wants is a big strong man like you to take his knickers down and spank his bottom!” She giggled again.  “Are you going to do that to him?”

“Maybe.  Would you like to watch?”

“Watch? No, I want to join in!  I’ll pay him back for all the things he’s put me through.” She said angrily.

“But you enjoyed all of that, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but he didn’t care about that.  All he cared was that he was having a good time.  Well, he’ll enjoy it when I smack his arse for him, won’t he?” She laughed.

“I think you’re going to have some fun with this, aren’t you?” I grinned.

“Bloody right I am.” She giggled, “So that’s why Edward was such a bastard tonight? Well Richard can have some pay back for that as well, can’t he?” She mused.

“Just keep it to yourself for now, Sal.  I don't want Richard to know that you and Edward know about his sordid little secret.”

She looked disappointed, “Oh, OK then, if you say so.  But you will let me have some fun with him, won’t you Steve?”

“Don’t worry, Sal, you’ll have a great time, I promise.”

She looked at me and beamed a smile, then she thought for a moment and came closer to me. “Steve?” She whispered, “I don’t suppose you need to go for a pee any time soon, do you?”

“Well as it happens, Sal, I feel the need to go now.  Why do you ask?”

She blushed deeply, “You know why” She giggled.

“Would you like me to hose you down then?” I chuckled.

“Shall I go and get ready? In the bathroom?” She asked.

“Unless you want me to do it in the garden, like Edward?” I offered.

“No, it’s too bloody cold out there now.” She laughed, “I’ll wait upstairs for you, ok my darling?”

I gave her a few moments to get ready, then followed her upstairs.  She was already naked and lying in the bath, her legs spread wide apart.  I stood over her and began to open my trousers.  She sighed with anticipation as I pulled out my cock and pointed it at her.  I let my stream go, directing it first at her tits, then her pussy, and then her face.  She moaned with pleasure and began to rub her clit.  As she opened her mouth to moan I directed the stream of piss onto her face.  She caught a full mouthful and began to cough and splutter.  As I finished emptying my bladder I shook the last few drops onto her tits. She rubbed away frantically for a few seconds and then climaxed with a moan and a shudder.  As soon as she had finished her orgasm she climbed onto her knees and began to suck my cock hungrily.  I felt myself coming and groaned with pleasure.  She swallowed my first spurt, but then pulled my cock from her mouth and began to pump it as I shot my load across her face, then she leaned forward and placed my cock between her tits.  She squeezed them together and watched with a smile on her face as I shot several streams of jism onto her globes.  As I finished with a sigh she began to massage her face and tits, rubbing my jism into her skin.

“Oh my darling, that was just fantastic!” She sighed happily, still massaging her body.

“Well any time you want me to piss all over you again, Sal, you only have to beg.” I grinned.

Her eyes opened wide with surprise and lust, “Oh I will my darling, I promise you I will.”

I smiled at her, “Good girl, now you’d better get cleaned up. You wouldn’t want the girls to see you like this, would you?  Think how humiliating it would be if they were to see you covered in come and piss.” I laughed. 

She shuddered at the thought, then stepped out of the bath and over to the shower.  I left her as she stepped into the steaming water and went to find Dave.  He was in Sandra’s room, and was just finishing dressing. Both girls were lying naked on the bed, satisfied smiles on their faces.  “Had a good time?” I asked no one in particular.  Dave grinned and nodded, Helen’s smile broadened, and Sandra giggled and said, “Oh yes! We’ve had a super time, haven’t we Helen?  Gosh, Steve, I’m so glad we can play nice games like this, it’s such fun!”

As Dave and I made our way downstairs he turned to me and said, “Those two are just fucking fantastic!  They can’t get enough of it, can they?”

“They do like a good time in bed, I’ll agree!” I smiled.

“You’ve trained them really well, mate.  Hey, when are you going to make that stupid bugger next door face the music?”

“Later this week, I thought.  Let him get used to the idea of Donna being fucked senseless, then we’ll give him something else to think about.”

“That’ll be great.  Remember, you promised me front row seats for that one, don't let me down now!” He said urgently.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be there.”

The following morning I checked my e-mails and found two new messages, one from Hannah and one from Richard.  I opened Hannah’s first.

Steve,

         I met Adrian in the park last night, like he wanted.  He took me to the same spot as the night before, and then he started to touch me.  When he found out that I wasn’t wearing any knickers, he wanted to know why. I told him that I wasn’t going to wear them any more, and he asked what if someone saw up my skirt and saw my pussy.  When I said I didn’t care, he laughed and said I was a cool slut.  Then he made me lift my skirt up and he took some more pictures of me.  He made me turn around and bend over.  He kept on taking pictures.  Then he said he wanted me to spread the cheeks of my bottom for him. I got excited because I thought he was going to put his cock up there, but he didn’t, he just put it up my pussy and had me again.  Then he made me suck him off and he watched me as I swallowed all of his come.

I told him that Rupert had set up a web site with pictures of me, and he said he was going to tell all the boys in college, so they could all have a look at me.  Then he took another few pictures of my pussy and left me to walk home.

I looked at the web site Rupert has set up.  It’s full of lots of photos of me, and they’re all really rude!  When I saw it I felt so sexy I had to play with myself until I came. Then when I came back from seeing Adrian I did it again.  I hope you like it Steve.

Hannah.

I followed the link and took a look.  Rupert had been busy!  There were thirty or more pictures of Hannah, sowing every part of her pert young body.  There were also pages for people to leave comments, and the promise of more pictures and film to come.  I smiled to myself, then opened Richard’s e-mail.

Steve,

         I almost went out of my mind tonight.  After you and Dave had come over, and I’d made a complete fool of myself again, I sat and waited for Donna to phone.  I heard nothing for hours, and as I sat there and waited, I started to think about being spanked again.  I want this to happen so badly I can hardly bear it.

Will you spank and cane me soon please Steve.  Please? I’m begging you for it.  I’ll do anything you ask, but please do it to me soon.

I sat in my study and thought of what Donna was doing. I couldn’t bear it after a while, so I took out the knickers she gave me when we were in the workshop, and I put them over my face.  I could smell her pussy on them, and I stroked my cock over and over until I came.  I always come in my knickers now, Steve, and I haven’t changed them yet.

Donna finally phoned at about three o’clock.  I had to drive all the way across town to get her, and when I found the address she gave me, I found that it was a large house full of students.  She’d been there for hours, and there must have been more than a dozen male students in there.  When I stopped outside to wait for her they all came out and laughed at me.  Then Donna came out, and they all had a feel of her tits before she got in the car.  She told me that they’d all had her any number of times.  She said she’d sucked and fucked them all, and that before she left she’d signed her name and address on her knickers and left them pinned to a notice board by the front door.  She said she’d told them that they could come to the house to have her whenever they like.

When we got back she out on a new pair of knickers and rubbed them into her pussy.  Then she took all her clothes off and stood in front of me.  They’d all signed her body, Steve.  She was covered in writing. Some had written on her tits, some on her arse, and some on her mound.  She made me read the names out loud, and then she gave me her knickers and told me to smell them.  They were covered in come and really, really sticky.  Then she made me lick them while I played with myself, and when I came I made that silly noise again and she laughed at me.  I don't know why I make that noise, it just seems right.

She went to bed after I’d come, but I stayed up and carried on licking her knickers.  I came another two times.

Richard. 

I laughed heartily to think of Richard and his loud orgasms, then decided to phone Rupert.  He was very pleased with himself after setting up the web site with the images of Hannah.

“Do you really like it Steve?” He asked eagerly.

“It looks great, Rupert, but I think it can go even further, don’t you?” I said with a grin.

“Oh, sure, yes! I mean, we can do anything, can’t we?”

“Indeed.  Now next, I think you should post a couple of the films you’ve made of her, ok? And ask for some requests from the visitors.  You know, what sort of thing would they like to see Hannah doing next, that sort of thing?”

“Great idea! I’ll get on to that right away.” He said enthusiastically.

“And you may want to go and see Hannah later today.  After all, I think you’ve earned a bit of fun, don't you?”

“Oh yeah! Great!”

Some hours later Bob arrived unannounced.  Sally was out doing some shopping, so he took a seat in the kitchen.  I programmed them to be unaware of my presence, then sat back and watched.  Helen fussed around making him coffee and asking of there was anything she could do for him.  He looked at her with lustful eyes, she flirted with him continuously.  She disappeared upstairs for a few moments, then came back down wearing one of Sandra’s T-shirts.  It was stretched tightly across her plump tits, and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. The shape of her nipples could be clearly seen beneath the fabric.  She hung on his every word, laughing at his jokes and asking him about his business.

“Can’t really tell you about that.” He said pompously, “You’re a bit too young to know about that sort of stuff.”

“I bet I’m not!” She said at once, “I know all sorts of stuff.  Grown up stuff.  Steve tells me.  I’m not a little girl, you know.”

“No, I can see that.” He said lecherously. 

She blushed and giggled deliciously, then said, “Did you think I was a little girl when you first came here?”

“I never really thought about it.” He replied.

She looked disappointed.  “Well I’m not a little girl.” She said sulkily, “I’m nearly sixteen.”

Bob stared at her for a moment, and then his eyes widened with surprise as he caught her meaning. “I see.” He said, thoughtfully.  At that moment Sally returned and she took him by the hand and led him to the stairs.  As he began to follow her up them he turned and glanced back at Helen, who blushed deeply once more.  About half an hour later he came down, looking satisfied.  He stopped to ask me if I’d call into the shop to discuss business, and then made his way to the door. As he left Helen called out, “Bye Uncle Bob, see you again soon!”

He turned and looked at her once more, then turned to me, “You were going to have a think about whether I could have some fun with the young one there.  Any decision yet?”

“I’ll give it some thought.  I’ll let you know in a couple of days, ok mate?”

“Yeah, sure, thanks Steve.” He said, smiling broadly.  He looked over his shoulder at her one more time before leaving.  I took Helen to one side, put her under, and told her to fantasise more and more about being with Bob.

I spent the rest of the day updating my patient notes.  I left Richard and his family alone, interested to see what would develop.  Sally and the girls were busy too. By early evening I had finished my work and was ready for some fun.  I was considering what to do, when Sally made my mind up for me.  She sauntered over to me, wearing a pale pink T-shirt and tight white knickers. She put her arms around my neck and kissed my ear, then whispered, “Come to the bathroom with me.”

“You in need of another hosing?” I asked with a grin.

She looked around anxiously to make sure neither of the girls had heard anything, “Something like that, yes!” She smiled.

I followed her up the stairs, enjoying the view of her shapely arse as it swayed in front of me.  We went into her bedroom, then straight to the en-suite bathroom.  She began to lift her T-shirt, but I stopped her, “Just stand in the bath for a moment.” I told her.  She looked slightly puzzled, but did as I asked.  “Now, I want you to pee.” I said.

She looked at me for a moment, “What, like this? With my knickers on? Seriously?” I nodded and smiled.  “You want me to wet myself?” She asked again.

“Yes.  I want you to piss yourself, and then I’m going to piss all over you.  But I want you to be still dressed.  Go on, get on with it.” I said.

She blushed deeply and shuffled from one foot to the other nervously.  Then she moaned softly, and the front of her white knickers became transparent as she began to pee.  She shuddered and groaned as the hot liquid ran down her legs, her pussy lips clearly visible through the wet fabric of her knickers. “How does that feel, Sal?” I asked with a grin.

“Oh, it’s just incredible!” She gasped.  I made her turn around so that I could see her arse, then pulled out my cock and began to piss on her knickers.  She looked over her shoulder at me and gasped, then turned to face me and fell to her knees. I pissed on her face and then over her T-shirt, which clung to her tits appealingly.  As I continued to soak her she thrust her hand between her thighs and began to rub her pussy through her wet knickers.  “Oh Jesus Christ, yes! She moaned, then put her face up to my cock, inviting me to piss in her mouth.  She swilled my piss around her mouth, then spat it out, letting it run down her chin and onto her tits.  As my stream ended she took m y cock into her mouth and sucked it hungrily.  Within moments I was hard and throbbing, her tongue writhing across my glans.

I made her stand up, then turned her around and bent her over.  I pulled her soaked knickers to one side, exposing her puckered hole, then put my glans against it.  She groaned and shuddered as I began to penetrate her, pushing her hips back against me.  I began to fuck her eagerly, driving deep inside her, grabbing her hips and pulling her back onto my cock.  She began to climax, placing her hands on the bathroom wall to steady herself, moaning and crying continually.  She had just started to recover when I started to shoot my load into her bowels, and she came again, calling my name repeatedly.  I pulled out of her to let the final couple of spurts shoot across her arse, and she groaned with pleasure and began to rub it into her skin. “Oh thank you my darling, that was just wonderful!” She sighed.

“So you don’t mind wetting yourself?” I said with a chuckle, then slapped her playfully on the arse.

“I suppose it’ll take a bit of getting used to, but it did feel deliciously naughty, I have to admit.” She giggled.

“Maybe I’ll take you out somewhere were there are people about, and I’ll make you do it there, how would that be?”

“You mean, wet myself, like that? In public?” She gasped.

“Yes. You could wear some dark trousers or a dark skirt. No one would know. How about that?”

She groaned, “Oh, Steve, I don’t know if I could do that.”

“Well, let’s wait and see.” I grinned, “Right now, I’m off to bed.  See you in the morning Sal.”

“Good night my darling.” She sighed happily.

On the way to work the following morning, Sally was fretting about what to say to the man from accounts who had been present at her show at Bob’s place the previous Friday.  I decided to help her out a bit.  “Let me have a word with Gary first.” I suggested, “Make sure everything’s ok, yes?”

She heaved a sigh of relief, “Oh yes please darling, thank you!”

“You’ll still have to make him an offer, though, you know that?” I warned.

“Oh, I know that, Steve, I was just worrying about how to approach him, that’s all.”

As soon as we reached the office I made my way to accounts.  Gary had just arrived, so I knew he’d had no chance to speak to anyone at the office about Sally’s ‘dark’ side.  I spoke softly to him and said, “Gary, I need to talk to you in private. It’s a bit delicate, if you catch my drift.”

He caught on at once and with a curt nod he led us to a small room nearby.  He closed the door behind us, then turned to face me with a grin on his face. “I think I can guess what this is about.” He said smugly.  I began to talk, softly, slowly.  He listened intently, unaware of what was happening.  I was very good at putting people under now, and it took only a few moments for me to have him completely.  I took him very deep, then gave him his instructions.

“Gary, do you like Sally?”

“Oh yes, I’ve fancied her for ages.  I never knew she was like that though. Never would have guessed.  Thought I was imagining it when I saw her at the shop on Friday.”

“Gary, have you told anyone about Friday?”

“No, haven’t had the chance.  Been with the wife and kids all weekend.”

“You will say nothing about this to anyone, understand?”

“Yes.”

“In a little while, Sally will approach you and ask you to keep silent about what happened.  You will agree, but in return you will tell her that she has to be available to you, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“She will agree to do whatever you want to ensure your silence.  You can enjoy her whenever you want, and however you want.  But you must not tell anyone except me what you do, understand?”

“Yes.”

“You will not think it at all unusual that I let you use her in this way.  You can come to her house when you want, and you will think it perfectly normal if I am there.  If I ask you, you will tell me everything you do with Sally, and this will seem normal too, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“When she speaks to you this morning to ask for your silence you will agree, on the condition that she follows you down to the basement.  Once there you will make her undress.  You will touch her body, and then you’ll tell her to suck your cock until you climax, understand?”

“Yes.”

I told him to count to twenty and absorb his programming, then I left him to enjoy his new toy.  I made my way back to where Sally worked and bent low so that no one else would hear.  “You should go and see Gary now.” I told her, “He’s waiting for you.”

She looked up at me and nodded curtly, then stood up and walked away towards the accounts department.  A few minutes later I made my way over and found the two of them in the side room Gary and I had used.  Through the window of the door I could see her pleading earnestly, and him nodding and smiling.  Then he spoke.  Her body relaxed visibly as he told her he would keep her secret, then stiffened as he told her his terms.  She nodded briefly in acceptance, and then they both left the room.  I watched with a smile on my face as he strode towards the basement door.  Sally followed moments later, glancing furtively around before disappearing through the same door.

She returned to her desk some time later, her face flushed.  I looked across at her and she smiled and nodded to me.  As we drove home at the end of the day she told me what had happened.  “God, Steve, I felt so embarrassed!” She giggled, “Having to go and speak to him like that.  He was ok about it really.  He said he’d enjoyed the show.  When I said that I didn’t want everyone to know about that, he said he could see why!  I asked him not to tell anyone about it, and he didn’t argue. He just said, ‘fine, Sally, if that’s what you want’.  I was amazed.  I thought he’d be really awful about it, making me beg or something, but he just said, ‘well we’re all adults aren’t we.’  Then I said I was really grateful for him being so understanding, and that’s when he changed.”

“What happened?” I asked, stifling a grin.

“Well he said he had needs just like me.  He said if he was going to do me a favour by not telling anyone about what I did, then I should do him a favour back. I asked him what he wanted, and he said he wanted to have some fun with me.  He said I’d have to be nice to him whenever he wanted from now on.  I knew he’d want something, of course, but I wasn’t expecting him to be so obvious about it.”

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t have any choice, did I? I mean, I couldn’t live with all of them in there knowing what I did, so I said ‘yes’.  Then he said I was to meet him right away, down in the basement.  He said it would be my first test of whether we had a bargain or not.  I felt really nervous as I went down there.  I kept thinking, ‘what if someone finds us?’.  Any way, when I got down there he took me to this little room, and he locked the door behind us.  He said it was used for storing account details, and that no one would be able to come in.  Then he asked if I was willing to keep to my side of the agreement. I told him I was, and he said I was to prove it by taking all my clothes off, right there and then.  I started to undress and he just watched and smiled at me.  When I was naked he started to touch me.  He ran his hands over my boobs, then he felt my bum, and then he started to stroke my pussy.  He said he was glad I’d seen sense, and then he said he wanted me to kneel down and suck him off.”

“And did you?”

“Well yes, of course!” She gasped, “That’s the deal.  Anyway, he didn’t take long.  When he’d finished he said he wants me to meet him tomorrow evening at the pub on the high street.  He says a friend of his has a flat nearby, and we can meet for a drink and then go there.  Is that ok with you Steve?”

“Sure, fine with me, Sal.  Enjoy yourself.”

She was thoughtful for a moment, then she said, “You know what, Steve, I think I will enjoy this.  It feels really naughty, and you know how I like to feel naughty!”

As soon as we got home I called Bob.  “You can come over tomorrow evening for some fun with Helen.” I told him.

“Really? Oh fucking fantastic, thanks mate!” He said at once.

I told him what time to arrive, then put Helen under and gave her some instructions.  By the time Sally left for her meeting with Gary the following evening, Helen was glancing at the door every few seconds, looking hopefully for Bob.  At last he arrived and he grinned at her wolfishly as he took off his coat.  Helen was still wearing her school uniform, but she had taken off her bra and opened several buttons on her crisp white blouse.  Bob was almost salivating as she brought him a coffee. 

“Mum’s gone out, Uncle Bob.” She said sweetly, “I don't know when she’ll be back.”

“That’s ok, sweetheart.” He said softly, “I can talk to you for a bit.  Tell me, where’s your sister this evening?”

“Oh, she’s at a friends house. She’s gone there to do homework.  She won’t be back for over an hour.” Helen said as she sank down into a chair opposite him.  As she settled into position she opened her thighs slightly.  I could see from the look on his face that he had caught a glimpse up her skirt.

“So we’re here all alone then?” He asked, pointedly.

“Yes, I suppose so.” She said with a giggle.

“So what have you been doing at school today?” He asked.

“Oh, just some project work for History.” She said with a sigh, then an idea occurred to her, “Would you like to come to my room and see my books?” She asked with a bright smile.

Bob coughed nervously, “Yes, I’d like that.” He said.

Helen jumped up off the chair, flashing her knickers to him again, “Come on then, it’s this way.”  She reached out and took his hand, then led him up to her room. She closed the door behind them, and I sat in the corner of the room.  She invited him to sit at her desk, then stood beside him and began to open her school books.  From time to time she leaned over, pointing out various details.  Whenever she did her blouse gaped open, giving him a glimpse of her plump tits.  There were beads of sweat on his forehead as he listened to her chatter on about her project.  She pressed her body against him, then leaned over again. He glanced at the book, then stared at her tits.

“Why don’t you read me some of the stuff you’ve written?” He suggested with a nervous cough.

“OK, sure Uncle Bob.” She said brightly.

She began to read from one of her books.  After a few moments she bent over the desk and rested her elbows on it, then continued to read in a soft voice.  Bob slowly reached out his hand and began to stroke the back of her thigh.  She jumped at his touch and glanced over her shoulder at the encroaching hand, then smiled at him sweetly and carried on reading.  He continued to stroke her thigh, his fingers barely brushing against her smooth skin, then his hand crept a little higher, began to slip under the hem of her skirt.  She sighed, then looked at him and smiled.

“You don't mind me doing this?” He asked.

“Oh no, Uncle Bob, it feels nice.”

“Good girl.” He said lecherously, then slipped his hand further up her skirt, stroking more and more firmly.  After a few moments his hand was almost at the top of her thigh and she was sighing happily.  “You know, you really are a very pretty girl.” He said in a low voice.

“Oh thank you, Uncle Bob.” She said softly, a slight tremor in her voice.

He smiled to himself, then lifted her skirt exposing her plain white knickers.  She looked at him and smiled sweetly, then he began to stroke each cheek of her plump arse.  “Yes, very pretty indeed.  And so grown up.” He grunted, his fingers tracing the crack of her arse. 

“Oh Uncle Bob, that’s nice!” She gasped.

“You like that?” He asked. She turned to look at him and nodded. “You like having your bottom stroked like this?”

“Mmmmm, yes!” She said with a giggle, “It’s nice.”

He slipped his hand between her thighs, stroking the smooth skin there.  “And what about here?  Do you like this?”  She nodded, then licked her lips.  His hand slipped higher, and then he touched her pussy through her knickers.  “Does that feel nice?” He asked.

“Oh yes, that feels really nice, Uncle Bob.” She sang.

“Why don't you come and sit on my lap?” He said softly.  She slid onto his knee at once, her arms going around his neck.  He reached out a hand and stroked her face, then her hair, then slowly began to edge lower towards her tits.  She let her arm fall to her side, causing her blouse to gape widely.  He could see right inside, see the soft swell of her breast and the delicate pink of her nipple.  He stroked the front of her blouse, then slipped his hand inside and fondled her tit.  She gasped and sighed with pleasure as he gently kneaded her tender flesh, then he slipped his hand down her body until it came to rest on her bare thigh. He began to stroke her thigh once more, pushing her skirt higher and higher.  She leaned into his body with a contented sigh and let her legs part slightly.

He ran his hand up and down her soft skin until her knickers were exposed, then he gently pushed her thighs apart, slipped his hand between them and began to stroke her pussy.  “Oh Uncle Bob, that’s lovely.” She sighed.

“You like having your pussy stroked?” She nodded slowly.  “You are a good girl, aren’t you.” He chuckled. He pushed his hand up to the soft swell of her belly, then slipped it inside the waistband of her knickers.  As he pushed his hand closer to her honey pot she sighed and opened her thighs wider.  He grunted with satisfaction as his fingers slipped through her sparse pubes, and then his fingers had started to stroke her slit.

She shuddered and sighed, her eyes closed as he slowly explored her delicate folds.  As soon as he touched her clit she moaned loudly, her arms tightening around his neck.  “Oh yes, you love that, don't you?” He grinned.

“Mmmmmm!” She whined, “Feels so nice.”

He stroked her slit for a few more moments, then said, “Why don't you stand up and let me have a look at you?”  She smiled at him then slipped off his knee and stood before him.  He began to open the remaining buttons on her blouse, climbing higher towards her tits.  She looked down at him and smiled, and then he opened the last one.  I could see her tits rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath she took.  He reached up and pushed the blouse off her shoulders, exposing her tits to his hungry eyes.  She shook her arms free of it, letting it fall to the floor.  He reached out and stroked her tits with both hands, cupping them, then running his fingertips across her nipples.  She sighed with pleasure and he looked at her, a broad grin spreading across his face.  “There’s a good girl.” He said with a chuckle, “Now let’s have a look at the rest of you, shall we?” He winked at her and she giggled.

She reached behind her and flicked open the catch on her skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it.  His eyes fell to her plain white knickers.  He reached out both hands and hooked his thumbs into the waistband, then began to ease them down. She wriggled her hips obligingly, helping them on their way.  As her thin pubic patch came into view he muttered, “Lovely!”  He pushed her knickers down until they fell to her ankles.  Helen stepped out of them.  He pushed her back until she was sitting on her desk, then he pushed her thighs apart and inspected her pussy.  “Oh yes, you are a pretty one!” He chuckled.  He leaned forward and put his head between her thighs, then he began to kiss along her slit.

She gasped and moaned with each kiss, pushing her hips forward towards his mouth. He chuckled to himself, then slipped his tongue between her lips.  “Oh Uncle Bob!” She gasped breathlessly.  Seconds later she cried out again as his tongue found her clit and began to tease it.  Within moments she was writhing around on the desk as his tongue buried itself inside her.  She reached down and caressed his head.  “Oh please, Uncle Bob, please do it to me.” She gasped.

He glanced up at her with a look of utter astonishment on his face, then stood up, took her by the hand and led her towards the bed.  She lay down it and opened her thighs. I could see that the wisps of hair around her slut were wet.  He began to frantically pull at his clothing, throwing each item aside until he was stark naked, his cock rigid.  He climbed onto the bed and crawled between her thighs.  She gasped as she felt his cock nudge against her slit, then spread her legs wide apart.  He grunted with desire, then began to enter her.  She threw her arms around his neck and gasped, “Oh yes, yes!”  He began to fuck her slowly, easing his cock back until only his glans was inside her, then slowly pushing back in.  She pushed her hips up to meet each thrust, then gasped, “Oh it’s lovely!”

Soon the speed of his thrusts increased, her small body shaking with the impact of each stroke of his cock.  He was grunting and sweating, driving himself deep into her.  “Agh! Agh! Agh! Mphhh! Mphhh! Aaaahhhhhh, yessssssssssss!”  His body tensed as he drove into her and began to spurt deep inside her.  She whimpered repeatedly, then climaxed too, gasping and sighing with pleasure.

As soon as he had finished, he rolled away from her, his breathing ragged. “Oh Jesus, yes! Oh that was bloody marvellous!” He gasped.

Helen giggled with delight, then wrapped her body around his, “That was lovely, Uncle Bob, thank you!” She sighed.

He turned to look at her, a surprised smile on his face, “So you really enjoyed that, did you?”

She smiled smugly, “Oh yes, I liked that a lot!”

He chuckled to himself, “Me too! I think I might have to come and visit you again soon, you know!”

“Oh I hope so, Uncle Bob.” She giggled.

Bob dressed and left the room, I followed.  He made his way to the bathroom, I went downstairs.  When he came down he hurried into the living room and said to me excitedly, “Jesus Steve, she’s fucking fantastic! Christ, I never would have believed that one that age could be so fucking good.  It’s ok if I have her again soon, isn't it?”

“I’m sure that won’t be a problem, Bob.” I grinned. 

He looked at me like I’d just promised him the moon!  “Thanks Steve.  Thanks a lot.” He gasped before leaving.

Helen came downstairs some time later looking pleased with herself.  “Steve, can I tell you something?” She asked.

“Sure, what is it?” I smiled.

“Well.” She began, “Uncle Bob came over earlier, to see mum, only mum was out, and so I took him up to my room to show him some of my school work.” She looked at me from under her lashes, “And he started to touch me.  And I liked it, and before I knew what was happening, we were doing it.” She glanced at me nervously.  “Was I wrong to do that, Steve?”

“No, not at all.” I smiled.

She heaved a sigh of relief, “Really? You really think it’s ok?”

“Sure, why not?”

“Oh wow! Oh brilliant! Because it was really nice, Steve, almost as nice as when I’m with you.  It wasn’t like when Richard used to come over. I liked that, but he was always so bossy.  Ordering me around, and telling me what to do and stuff.  Uncle Bob just made me feel nice, like you do.” She paused for a moment, “Do you think mum will be ok about it?”

“Yes, I’m sure she will.” I grinned.

“And what about Sandra? Do I have to tell her?”

“I think you’d better.” I said, “She’ll find out anyway, and then she’ll be cross that you didn’t tell her.”

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right, but she’ll want to have Uncle Bob too, won’t she?” She whined.

“Maybe, I might have an idea that’ll keep her happy. Let’s talk to them both when they get back.”

She brightened at once, “Great, ok Steve.  Got to go, homework to finish, see you!” She skipped from the room.

Later that evening I went to Sandra’s room and put her under. “Sandra, you like doing things with Edward, don't you?”

She giggled, “Yes!”

“But sometimes he would rather do things with Helen or your mum, isn't that right?”

“Yes, sometimes.  But I still think he likes me best.”

I smiled to myself, “I think so too.  From now on, Edward will only want to be with you, and you’ll want to do anything you can to please him, understand?”

“Yes.”

“You won’t be bothered what your mum or Helen are doing, or who they’re doing it with.  You’ll only want to be with Edward, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

I left her with a wake up count and went to see Sally, who was emerging from the shower. “So how was this evening?” I said with a smile.

She blushed, then smiled back, “Actually, it was really good.” She said, sounding surprised.  “Gary was really quite nice, and his friend’s flat is lovely.  It belongs to a friend of his who is working in Australia.  He won’t be back for another year or so, and so Gary is looking after it for him.  He says we can go there any time.”

“And how was Gary?” I asked.

“He was ok.  After what he saw at the shop the other night I was worried he’d be into heavy stuff, but he was ok.  He made me dance naked for him, and then he spanked my bottom.  Then he had me, and then he wanted to know what sorts of things I like.  When I said I liked it up my bottom he said he’d never done that, and he wanted to try it. I sucked his cock until he was nice and hard, and then he did it to me. Oh, it was really nice, and he liked it too.  He said he’s going to do it to me that way a lot from now on!” She giggled with delight.  “Steve? Are you ok with this, I mean, another man and all that?”

“I’m fine Sal, you carry on and enjoy yourself.” She smiled gratefully at me. “I think Helen might want to talk to you and Sandra.  I’ll go and get them both.”  I called to the girls to come to the living room, and both of them duly arrived looking pleased with themselves.  “Right, now it’s time for Helen to tell you both something.” I announced, then looked over at Helen who blushed and fidgeted on the chair.  She stammered and tripped over her words, but finally she blurted out what had happened with Bob earlier.  Then she sat in silence, waiting for their reaction.

Sandra spoke first.  “Was it good, Helen?”

“Oh yes!  Oh it was lovely!” She gushed.

“Well good for you!” Sally said with a smile.

“You’re ok with this?” Helen asked, sounding dubious.

“Yes, fine my darling, you have a good time”

Helen turned to Sandra, “What about you?” She asked nervously.

“I don't care!” She announced flatly, “I don’t really like Uncle Bob.  I want to be with Edward more.”

“That’s fine by me.” Helen laughed.

The following evening I went over to Richard’s house as soon as I arrived home. I avoided Richard himself, and also Donna and Hannah, instead, I went to Edward’s room and put him under.

“Edward, from now on your favourite in Sally’s family will be Sandra, understand?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll still enjoy having Sally or Helen from time to time, but you’ll want to have Sandra a lot, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll want to do as many different things with her as you can imagine, and you’ll want her to enjoy it too, understand?”

“Yes.”

I returned to the house. Some time later Bob arrived.  I opened the door and let him in. As he closed the door behind him he came face to face with Sally.  He looked nervous, unsure of what to say, but Sally simply smiled at him and said, “I have to go out for a while, I’m meeting a friend in town.  Helen’s in her room, if you were looking for her.”

Bob’s jaw fell, “You know about it? She told you?” He gasped.

“No secrets between us, Bob.” Sally giggled, “Just be nice to her, please.”

“Oh don't worry Sally, I’ll be very nice to her, I promise.” He said with a grin. 

He seemed reluctant to move, still unwilling to believe that all could go so easily.  Sally broke the spell by grabbing her coat and giving me a brief kiss goodbye, “See you later darling.” She breathed happily, then left.

Bob stared at me in disbelief, “She’s really ok with this?” He asked.

“Absolutely. You heard her, just be nice to her.  I suggest you go and do just that, Bob!” I laughed.

“I bloody will and all!” He laughed and bounded towards the stairs.  I held him back, put him under and told him to wait for thirty seconds before coming up, then I went to Helen’s room and took a seat in the corner.  A few seconds later there was a soft knock at the door.

Helen looked up from her book and called, “Come in.”

The door opened slowly and Bob stepped inside.  Helen squealed with delight, “Uncle Bob! Oh, I hoped you’d come to see me again this evening.” She leapt up off the bed and came towards him.

He grinned at her, “I can’t believe you told your mother about what happened.” He said at once.

She stopped in her tracks, “Did I do the wrong thing? Are you angry with me Uncle Bob?” She asked, a concerned look on her face.

“Well I might have been if it wasn’t for the fact that your mother seems to be just fine with it.” He chuckled.

“I spoke to her last night, after I’d talked to Steve.  She was fine with it.” She grinned.  Bob shook his head in amazement, then looked Helen up and down.  She smiled at him, then said, “I was just going to get changed out of my school uniform.  Should I carry on, Uncle Bob?”

He licked his lips, “Fine by me, unless you want me to leave?”

“No, that’s ok, you can stay, Uncle Bob.” She giggled.  She began to pull off her school tie, whilst kicking off her sensible shoes.

“You know, you can stop calling me ‘Uncle Bob’ if you like.” He said with a grin, “Just call me Bob if you like.”

She stopped to think about it for a moment, then shook her head, “No, I like calling you Uncle Bob.  You don’t mind, do you?”

“Call me what you like!” He chuckled.

She began to open the buttons on her blouse, looking him straight in the eye.  When the last one was open she pulled it open to reveal her simple white bra, then she took off her blouse and dropped it on a chair.  She rolled down her white, knee length socks and tossed them aside, then unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor.  She threw her arms wide and giggled before saying, “How do I look?”

“Very nice indeed!” He grunted.

She looked down at her pale blue knickers, then said, “If I’d known you were coming I’d have worn some nice knickers for you.”

“What?” He asked, incredulously.

“If I’d known you were coming, I’d have worn some nice knickers for you.” She repeated, “I’ve not got many pairs, but I do have some nice ones, here, I’ll show you.”  She went quickly to her bedside cabinet and opened a drawer.  She held up the pink and sliver stars pair.  “There’s these.” Then found the dark blue ones with the smiley face, “Or these.  Which do you like, Uncle Bob?”

“I think you’d look good in either of them, but you look fine in those ones you have on!” He laughed.

“Really?” She cried, then turned her back to him, displaying her plump arse. “I think these are really boring, but we have to wear simple ones for school, it’s the rules.  Same as bras.” She continued, “We’re only allowed to wear white ones.  I hate them.” She unfastened the bra, took it off and threw it aside.  He stared at her naked tits and smiled.  She stepped towards him. He reached out and stroked her tits.  She shuddered, “Oh that’s nice!” She sighed, “You’re really nice and gentle, Uncle Bob.”

He dropped his head and took each nipple into his mouth in turn, sucking gently on them.  She gasped with pleasure and stroked his head.  He slipped his hand around her waist, then reached down and began to caress her arse.  She giggled deliciously, then squealed with pleasure as his hand slipped inside her knickers and began to knead her cheeks.  As he continued to fondle and play with her, she pushed her hand down to the front of his trousers and began to stroke his cock.  He grunted with pleasure, then pushed her knickers down over her hips.  She let them fall to the floor and stepped out of them, gasping as his hand began stroking her sparse thatch of pubic hair.

She stepped away from him, then lay on her bed with her legs wide apart.  She stroked her tits, then ran her hand down to her pussy, began to stroke it slowly.  “Do you like to watch me do this, Uncle Bob?” She said breathlessly.

He groaned as he watched her slip a finger between her lips. “Oh Christ, yes!” He gasped, then began to undress.  In moments he was naked and lying beside her on the bed.  He began to climb on top of her, but she put her hand on his chest and said softly, “Wait.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked, a puzzled look on his face.

“Can I suck your cock first, Uncle Bob?” She asked sweetly.

Bob looked as if he couldn’t believe his ears!  “Sure!” He spluttered, then lay back, wide eyed, as she began to work her way down his body.  She took hold of his stiff cock and kissed the tip.  He grunted, then sighed as she took him into her mouth and began to suck and lick him lovingly.  As she caressed his balls he groaned, “Bloody hell!”, then lay back on the bed with his arms behind his head. He watched with delight as her head bobbed up and down on his straining cock, sighing with pleasure.

After a couple of minutes she eased up the bed, then threw her leg across his body.  She straddled him, rubbing her pussy along the length of his cock.  She sighed happily, then began to cup and stroke her tits as he watched.  She pinched her nipples gently, then smiled down at him.  “Do you like my boobs, Uncle Bob?” She asked seductively.

“Oh yes, they’re lovely!” He gasped.

She reached down, took hold of his hands and brought them up to her plump tits.  She pressed his hands onto them, then began to gyrate her hips.  She let out a low moan and groaned, “Oh that feels lovely!”, then reached down, took hold of his cock and raised her hips.  She positioned his cock between her pussy lips, then sank slowly down with a contented sigh.  “Oh yes!” She moaned, “Oh that feels so good!”  She immediately began to thrust her hips back and forth, fucking him eagerly.  He continued to play with her tits, kneading them, stroking her nipples.  Soon she was bouncing away on his cock, driving it into her pussy and gasping with pleasure.  She fell forward, put her hands on his shoulders, and then began to force herself down onto his shaft with increasing speed,

She began to moan and whine with pleasure, “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Ohhhhhhhhh goooooooooooooooddddddddddddddd, yes!”  She shuddered with pleasure and gasped, “Oh it feels so good, Uncle Bob.  Is it good for you too?”

He grunted and groaned, then took hold of her hips and began to pull her back and forth, his hips pushing up, stabbing his cock into her soft flesh.  Her face froze, eyes and mouth wide open as she hovered on the brink of climax.  “Oh Uncle Bob!” She gasped, then cried out as she climaxed.  Bob thrust his hips up high, groaned and began to shoot his load into her.  After a few moments he sighed happily and relaxed.  Helen collapsed onto his chest and the two of them lay there gasping and panting.

As she lay on his chest contentedly, he stroked her back and her arse cheeks.  “My God, you really do enjoy this, don’t you?” He asked with a smile.

“Mmmmm! I love it!” She giggled.

“Well you certainly know how to please a man, that’s for sure!”

“Steve told me.” She said simply, “He showed me everything.  I love doing it with Steve, it’s just so good.”

“Have there been any others?” He asked.

“Well there’s Steve’s friend, Dave. I’ve done it with him a few times.  He’s nice too.” She smiled, “And then Richard, from next door, he came and had me a few times as well, but I never really liked it with him, he was too bossy. And now he doesn’t seem to want to do any of us any more.” She paused for a moment, “And then there’s Edward, of course.  He’s Richard’s son. He’s about the same age as me.  He goes to my school but he’s promised not to tell anyone there that we’ve done it.”

Bob looked at her in amazement, “Christ, you have been busy, haven’t you?” He laughed.

“Steve says there’s nothing wrong with it.” She said defiantly.

“Oh, I agree!” He said at once, “I’m just a bit surprised, that’s all. Is that all you like?”

She propped herself up on his chest and smiled at him, “Oh no.  There’s lots of other things I like doing.”

“Such as?”

“Well sometimes, Sandra and me play with these toys that Steve got.  There’s a vibrator, and this little thing that goes on your button.  We use those on each other sometimes.  One of the best things though is when Steve spanks me.” She giggled.

“Steve spanks you?” He asked, stunned.

“Mmm! I like that.  He makes me go over his knee, and then he lifts my skirt and pulls my knickers down and then he spanks my bottom. He never does it hard enough to hurt, it just stings a bit, but then I feel all nice and sexy!”

“And then you like to do it?”

“Yes!” She giggled, again, “That’s lovely when that happens, but sometimes he doesn’t have time, so I go to my room and rub my button until I come.”

“Would you like me to spank you?” He asked warily.

“Ooooh, that would be nice, Uncle Bob!” She said excitedly, “Are you going to?”

“I think I’d like that.” He chuckled.

“Now?” She asked eagerly.

“No, I can’t now, I have to be somewhere, but soon.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise.” He laughed.

“Do you want me to wear my school uniform when you do it?”

“Oh, I think so!” He said at once.  They both giggled, and then she rolled away from him with a sigh of contentment.

As I left the room an idea occurred to me.  I waited for Bob downstairs, then took him to one side.  “Listen, you sell stuff mail order, right?” I said.

“Yeah, I shift a load of stock that way.” He replied, “Videos, magazines, toys, all that stuff.”

“You have a catalogue?”

“It’s on line.  I get orders from all over the place.  Why?”

I smiled to him, “How about we start selling used knickers?”

He grinned at me, “Sure, why not? I can think of quite a few old pervs who would buy those.  Problem is, getting a regular supply of them.”

“I can sort that.” I told him, “We’ll get Sally, Helen and Sandra to donate theirs at the end of each day.  We can sell them for how much a pair?”

“Probably get a fiver for Sally’s, maybe ten quid each for the girls.  You think they’d go for it though?” He asked.

“Oh, they’ll go for it alright.  Listen, here’s what we’ll do.  Each of them will hand over their knickers every evening after work or school.  I’ll give them some money to buy new ones, and it just rolls on and on, see?”

He thought for a moment, then grinned broadly.  “Excellent!  We’ll have to make sure the knickers smell of something, though, or the punters will get upset.”

“Leave that to me, Bob, you just set up the sales pitch, ok?”

“I’ll get on it right away.” He said.  “Hey, Steve, young Helen’s a right little bundle of fun, isn't she?  How long you been enjoying her then?”

“Quite a while now.” I chuckled, “Her sister’s a bit nice too, mate!”

“Shit, you fucking Sally and both her daughters?” He gasped, “How the hell did you get her to agree to that?”

“My secret, Bob, nothing you need to worry about, though.  You just keep on being nice to Helen, ok?”

“Sure thing! It’s going to take a long time before I get bored with that little minx, I can tell you.” He laughed.

“Nice one.  Now there’s something else I want you to do.” I told him, “Tomorrow evening I want you to close up shop at seven, right?”

“But I usually stay open until eight thirty on Thursdays, why the early finish, Steve?”

“Because I have a very special show to put on tomorrow, with a very limited audience.  I’ll need you to get a few things from the store room, and I want the shop to myself, got that?”

“Sure, not a problem.  Am I allowed to stay for the show as well?”

“Sure, you can stay, but no one else, got that?”

“Got that, thanks Steve.”

“The show will be on at about eight, but I’ll want to speak to you about some business opportunities first, that’s why I want the shop cleared by seven, ok?”

“You got it!” He smiled, then left.

I called Sally and the girls together in Sally’s bedroom and told them I wanted them to do something for me.  They all looked at me expectantly, and I grinned at them, “No, we’re not going to be having any fun this evening!”  They looked disappointed. “No, I want you to do something for me every day from now on, ok?”

“What is it?” Sally asked.

“I’ll show you.” I grinned, “Sandra, take your knickers off and give them to me.”

Her eyes lit up expectantly.  She lifted her school skirt, tugged down her pale pink knickers, stepped out of them and handed them to me. I took them and put them to my nose and inhaled.

“Steve! What are you doing?” She squawked in surprise.

“These don’t smell of anything much, smell.” I handed them back to her. She took them and sniffed gingerly, then looked at me questioningly.  “Now you two try.” I said.  Sandra handed her knickers to Helen and then Sally, who sniffed the fabric, then looked at me and shrugged.

“So?  What about it?” Helen asked, looking puzzled.

“OK, here’s what I want you to do.  Sandra, put them back on.”  She giggled, then stepped back into her knickers and pulled them up.  “Now come here and lift your skirt up.”  She stepped towards me and lifted her skirt.  “Now watch.  Here’s what you’ve got to do.  Every afternoon when you get home, I want you all to do this.”  I reached out my hand and began to rub Sandra’s pussy, gently pushing the thin fabric into her crevice.  She sighed with pleasure at my tough, then giggled again.  “I want you to make sure that your knickers go right into your pussies, got that?”  Helen giggled with embarrassment, Sally coughed nervously.  “And rub them into your bottom too, like this.” I rubbed my fingers along Sandra’s crack, pushing the pink cotton between her cheeks.  Then I took my hand away and smiled at Sandra’s perfect camel-toe.  “Look.  That’s how I want you to do it. Now take your knickers off again.”  Sandra peeled them off and held them out to me. “Have a smell now.” I said.

She sniffed her knickers once more, then pulled a face, “Yeugh, that’s not nice.” She said in disgust.

“You might not think so, but there’s lots of men who would love to smell that.” I chuckled.  “Men who will pay good money for a pair of knickers that have been worn by pretty girls like you, but they’ve got to smell as though they’ve been worn, understand?”

Sally gasped, “Steve, are you saying that we’ve got to do this so that you can sell our underwear to dirty old men?”

“Exactly!” I grinned.

“But that’s horrible.”

The girls joined in, “Yes, Steve, that’s just awful.” Helen whined, “Yeah, really pervy!” Sandra giggled.

“So what?” I grinned, “They’re willing to pay for this, I’m willing to sell, and all you have to do is rub your knickers into your pussy and arse every day and give them to me.  Where’s the problem?”

“But we’ll run out of knickers doing that!” Helen gasped, “We can’t go around with no knickers on, can we?”

“Don’t worry, we’ll buy more, lots more.  See how this works?” I laughed, “Every day you’ll have a nice new pair of knickers to wear.”

“Steve I don’t like this.” Sally said quietly, “What if someone finds out where these things are coming from?”

“They won’t.” I said with a grin, “Bob will sell them over the internet. The only thing the buyers will know is that they’ve bought them from him, and they’ll know they’ve been worn by the smell.  There will be nothing to connect them to you, see?”

They looked at one another nervously for a moment, then Sandra said, “When we buy new ones, can we chose them ourselves?”

“Yes, but I want them to look like the sort of things a schoolgirl would wear.  You can buy some fancy pants to wear in the evenings if you like!”

“So what colours do you want us to buy?” She asked.

“Just what you’ve got now.  Plain white, or pale colours.  No black ones, and no silly patterns, ok?”  They nodded.  “Sal, you can wear whatever you want, ok?”

“And we have to do this every day?” Sally asked.

“Every single day.  Rub them into your body to get them nice and aromatic, then give them to me, right?” I smiled, “And if you want to have a bit of a play while you’re rubbing them in, that’s fine!”

Helen and Sandra giggled, Sally blushed.  Then Helen said, “Steve, what if we’ve got a favourite pair? Do we have to give those away?”

“Not if you really don’t want to, ok?” I grinned.

The girls looked at one another, then began to giggle. “God, imagine all those dirty old men sniffing away at my dirty knickers!” Helen laughed.

“Yeah, and playing with themselves while they smell my bottom!” Sandra added.

“Well they say it takes all sorts!” Sally chimed in, laughing with them now.

“So you’re all ok with this then?” I said.

“If that’s what you want, Steve, then ok.” Sally agreed.

“Yes, fine with us.  When can we go and buy some new ones?” Helen asked eagerly.

“I’ll take you to the shops on Saturday, and you can buy as many pairs as you want.” I chuckled.

“Nice ones as well?” She demanded.

“Nice ones as well.” I smiled.

“Cool! Excellent!” They said excitedly, then began to chatter and giggle “I want some bright red ones!” “I want some with writing on, like, er, ‘hot stuff’ or something like that!” “Or ‘do not enter’!” “Oooh, and I want some thongs, nice ones, like grown ups wear.” 

“I know.” Helen said with growing excitement, “Let’s go and look on the internet to see what there is!”

“Oh yeah, good idea, come on!” Sandra said bolting for the door.  The two of them disappeared, still giggling noisily.

“And what about you, Sal? Do you want some ‘fancy pants’?” I grinned.

“Well not too fancy!” She smiled, “Not if I’m going to be giving them away once I’ve worn them once!”

I smiled back at her, “Maybe you could save them for special occasions, or for Gary?” I suggested.

“That’s a good idea!” She laughed, as she left the room, “I’ll keep that in mind!”

A little time later and Edward came over.  He was clearly agitated and wanted to talk to me urgently.  I sat back in the chair, knowing what was coming, and said, “So what’s on your mind then Edward?”

“It’s dad.” He said tersely, “I’ve been thinking about what that pathetic bastard is doing all week, and it makes me sick.”

“So? What do you want to do about it?”

“I think we should make him own up to us all about it.” He said with a grin, “Make him tell us all his dirty little secrets.”

I grinned at him, “Who do you think should be there when he does this?” I asked.

“All of us.  You, me, Donna, Hannah, Sally, Helen, Sandra.  As many as you like.”

“And you’d want him exposed to all of them?”

“Too fucking right I would.  Let’s see how he likes that.” He laughed, “And if he wants his arse caned, let’s make his day, shall we?”

I pretended to think about his suggestion.  “We’d have to tell Helen, Sandra and Hannah.  Do you really want to do that?”

“Yes.” He said at once, “Let’s make it a night he’ll never forget.”

“OK.” I agreed, “Let’s get Sally and the girls down here now, and we can show them the proof.”

“Great stuff!” He said, laughing heartily, “I’ll go and get them.” He bounded up the stairs calling for the girls.

Sally came into the living room at once, “What’s going on?” She demanded.

“Edward wants to tell Helen and Sandra all about Richard’s fetish.” I explained, “He’s got a plan to get his own back on Richard.”

“Oh great, I want to hear this!” She said eagerly.

A few moments later Edward returned followed by the girls.  Helen sat in a chair, Edward on the sofa, and Sandra on his knee.  “Edward and I need to explain something to you.” I began, “It’s about Richard, and why he hasn’t been coming over to have some fun with you lately.  Now you mustn’t tell anyone about this until I give you permission, understand?”

“Yes Steve.” They said in unison.

“Good.  Well, it’s like this.  Richard doesn’t like having fun with pretty young things like you anymore, because he’s found something different.”

“You mean he’s found someone else?” Sandra asked at once.

“No, something quite different.  You see, he’s found that he likes to dress up in women’s clothes and play with himself.” I said with a grin.

The two girls looked at one another, then burst out laughing, “You’re joking!” Helen giggled, “Why would he like that?”

“Who can say, but it’s true, I’m afraid.  In fact, he likes to dress up as a schoolgirl.  He has a fantasy of being caned like a naughty girl.  He even has a new name for himself when he dresses up like that.  He calls himself Rita.”

“Rita!” The girls shrieked, “He calls himself Rita?”

“That’s right.” Edward cut in, “That’s why he doesn’t want to come over here and play with you any more.  He’d sooner sit at home in his school uniform and play with himself.”

There was a moment of silence, then Helen said, “This is a joke, isn’t it?  you’re playing a game, a joke on us, to try to make us believe it?”

“It’s all true, my love.” Sally said, “I’ve even seen the pictures.”

“Pictures?  You’ve got pictures of him dressed up like a schoolgirl?” Sandra laughed, “I want to see them.”

“Yes, me too!” Helen insisted.

“OK, girls, come with me.” I said softly.  They all followed me over to the computer and peered over my shoulder as I opened the e-mails and pictures one by one.

They read Richard’s e-mails with growing amusement, and when I opened the first few pictures, they shrieked with laughter. 

“Does he really like to hear about Donna going with other men?” Helen demanded.  I nodded.  “And then he likes to smell her dirty knickers?” I nodded again. “That’s disgusting.” She spat.

“Yeuch! It’s just gross.” Sandra agreed. 

“It’s more than gross, it’s a fucking outrage!” Edward shouted, “He’s made me feel like a right fucking idiot.  To think of my own dad getting off on this stuff. Bastard!”

Sandra reached out and took Edward’s hand, “It’s not your fault, Edward.” She said softly.

“Yeah, I know, but even so, it’s still fucking embarrassing.” He confessed.

“So what are we going to do about it?” Sally demanded.

“He thinks it’s still a secret. That only Steve and Donna know about.” Edward said with a grin.  “I want to make him tell us all, face to face.  Make him show us what he’s really like.”

“You want to make him show us what he looks like in his uniform?” Helen asked.  Edward nodded.  She thought for a moment, then giggled, “I bet he looks really stupid!”

“Yeah! Imagine that, a grown man dressed up like one of us, and playing with himself. Yeuch! Sandra laughed.

“Well tomorrow, I think that’s what we’ll do.” I announced, “I’ve spoken to Bob, and he’s agreed to close the shop early.  I’ll tell Richard to meet me there, and bring his uniform.  Then we’ll surprise him.”

“You mean me and Sandra get to watch as well? Fantastic!” Helen giggled.

“Oh yes, we’re all going to pay Richard back tomorrow.” Sally said with evident delight.  The girls clapped their hands with excitement.

I turned to Edward, “When you go home, you’d better tell Hannah.  I’ll send you all the e-mails as proof.  Tell her not to mention it to a soul though.”

“Yeah, ok Steve, but I want to see Sandra first, if that’s ok?” He said.  Sandra’s eyes lit up with excitement and lust.

“Sure, enjoy yourself.” I grinned.

They almost ran up the stairs, Sandra’s giggles echoing around the house. I turned to Sally, “You seem to be looking forward to this.” I said.

“You bet I am.” She grinned, “I’m going to have some fun at his expense this time.”

Later that evening I went to see Richard and told him what was required of him the following evening.  “I want you at Bob’s place, with your uniform, at eight o’clock sharp, got that?”

“Yes Steve, but why there?  Why do you want me to do that?” He asked apologetically.

“You still want to be caned, don’t you?” I snapped.

“Yes.” He gasped.

“Well do as you’re told and it might happen, ok?”

“Sure thing Steve.” He smiled, his eyes bright.

I put him under and began to play.  “Richard, tomorrow, whatever I tell you to do, you will do at once, and without arguing or complaining, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“And the more shamed and humiliated you feel, the more aroused you will feel, understand?”

“Yes.”

“You want to feel ashamed.  You want to be humiliated.  You need it.  Without it you can’t enjoy any release, and if you don’t get release you’ll be frustrated and unhappy, understand?”

“Yes.”

“And if you are spanked or caned, the more it hurts, the greater the pleasure will be, is that clear?”

“Yes.”

I woke him up.  “Tell me Richard, have you tossed yourself off must in the last

Couple of days?”

He blushed deeply, “Well, er, a few times, Steve, yes.”

“Tell me about what you did.”

“Well, er, on Monday when I got home, Donna started to tell me about how she’d been had by a couple of men who came ‘round trying to sell double glazing.  She said they’d called at the house, and she’d listened for a while, and then just asked them straight out if they wanted to come in and fuck her.”  He swallowed nervously.  “She said they didn’t believe her at first, so she took all her clothes off right there in front of them.  Then they believed her, and they both had her in the living room.  She said she’s had Edward and one of his friends after they came home from school as well.  Then she took her jeans off, and she rubbed her fingers into her pussy, then took off her knickers and threw them to me.  They just reeked of sex, and they were all sticky.  She wanted me to put them over my face and toss myself off while she watched.  It was all too much and I came really quickly.”

“And did you make that silly noise when you came again?” I asked with a grin.

“Yes.” He said in a whisper, “I don't know why I’ve started doing that.  She thought it was really funny, of course, and she laughed at me for the rest of the day about it.  Every time she saw me she’d make the noise and laugh.”

“Any other times?”

“Lots.  I’ve been really horny this week, so I’ve been going it at work as well.  I took a couple of pairs of Donna’s knickers with me, and then I’d go into my office and do it.  I was really scared in case anyone heard me making the noise, so I put the knickers into my mouth, and I could taste her juices, and the jism on them.  That seemed to excite me all the more. And each evening I dress up in school uniform and look at myself in the mirror, and I imagine a head master’s voice saying, ‘Rita, come here, you naughty girl.’ And then I pretend I’m in his study, and I bend over, and lift my skirt, and push my knickers down, and then I spank myself.”

“And does that make you come?”

“Oh yes, I come really quickly like that.” He said at once, then hung his head in shame.

“And tonight? Will you be imagining being caned tomorrow?”

His hands dropped to the front of his trousers.  “Yes, I will.” He said, his face crimson with embarrassment.

“Are you getting a hard-n right now just thinking about it?” I grinned.  He looked away from me and nodded.  “Let’s have a look at it then.” I laughed.  Without protest he opened his trousers and pushed them down.  Underneath, he wore coral green lacy knickers.  His cock stood proudly inside them.  “Go on then, enjoy yourself.” I chuckled, “Tell me what you want to happen tomorrow.”

He groaned, then thrust his hand inside his knickers and began to pump his cock furiously.  “I want you to tell me that I’ve been a really naughty girl, and that I’m going to be punished.” He gasped.  “I want you to tell me to bend over and lift my skirt.  Then I want you to pull my knickers down.  I’ll feel really silly, standing there like that, and then I want you to cane my bare bottom hard. Oh God. Oh my God.” He gasped. “Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

He slumped back against his desk as he stroked his cock slowly, the dark stain on the front of his knickers growing slowly.  “Enjoy that?” I giggled. He nodded slowly, not making eye contact with me.  “Well good for you, Rita!  See you tomorrow, at eight o’clock sharp, remember?”

“Yes Steve, thank you Steve.” He muttered.

I left his study and went to find Hannah. It had been a couple of days since I’d seen her, and was looking forward to hearing about her exploits.  As I opened the door of her room I could see her lying on the bed naked, fucking herself slowly with her vibrator, her nipples stretched painfully by the leash I’d given her. “Oooh, Steve! I was just thinking about you!” She giggled.

“So I see!” I laughed, “Been having a good time?”

“God, it’s been amazing!” She said excitedly.  Adrian has been having me as often as he can, and he’s told all his friends about it too.  And Rupert has put loads of pictures on the web site, and a few films as well, and every boy in the college seems to know about it, and they’ve been teasing me about it all week, and asking when there’s going to be more on there. Rupert has been over here a couple of times to have me, and he says he wants to do more and more things with me.”  She sounded like a small child relating all her Christmas presents!

“And you’re enjoying it all?” I asked, needlessly.

“God, it’s incredible! One of the girls said I was a slut, but lots of the boys came over and told her to ‘fuck off’.  She didn’t like that at all, but she left me alone after that, and all the boys seem to like me more and more!  Adrian has asked me to go to a party with him at the weekend, and he asked me if I’d be up for letting all the boys have a look at me there.”

“And what did you say?”

“I said I’d think about it, but it sounds really exciting.  Should I do it Steve?” She asked, anxiously.

“I really think you should.” I grinned.

“Really?”

“Really. In fact, why not go further?  Tell Adrian that you’ll do whatever he wants at the party. If he wants you to go with any of the boys, or even all of them, tell him that’s fine.  Tell him you like having a cock up your pussy or in your mouth, ok?”

Her eyes widened and an excited smile flashed across her face. “Oh wow!  Could I really do that?” She gasped.

“Sure, why not?

“Oh that would be amazing!  Maybe he’d make me do it right there in front of every one, and they’d all be able to watch!” She shuddered, then gasped, “God, imagine that! Me, right there in front of them all, and doing it with all those boys. Wow!”

“You really like that idea?”

“Ohhh, yesss!” She sighed.

“You could tell Adrian that you like it up the arse as well. Would you like them to do that to you?”

“Do you think they would?  They wouldn’t think it was really dirty or slutty?” She asked, stupidly.

“I don't think they’d care at all.” I laughed.

She laughed too, “No, I suppose they wouldn’t!”  She smiled happily, “Can I tell you what happened yesterday, Steve?”

“Sure, go on.” I grinned.

“Well I wore this new skirt to college.  It’s ever so short.  Just about covers my bottom really!” She giggled. “And when I sat down, it was so short that I wasn’t even able to sit on it, right?  And a few of the boys who were sitting behind me realised, and all through the lecture they were reaching out behind me and lifting my skirt, and they could all see my bum!”  She blushed deeply and giggled, “There must have been about ten of them behind me, all looking at my bare bum. God, it was naughty!”

“But you enjoyed it?”

“Well at first I was really embarrassed, but then one of them came up to me and said it was the best lecture he’s ever been in, and that I’ve got a really nice one! He said I’ve got the cutest arse in the college!”

I laughed to think how easy it had been to turn an ordinary sixteen-year-old into a pure exhibitionist!  I felt my cock stirring, and decided it was time to have a bit of fun with Hannah before all those horny students got to her.  “You know what I’d like to do right now?” I asked her.

“No, what?” She said seductively.

“I’d like to push my cock up that cute arse!”

She licked her lips, “Oh yes please Steve!” She moaned. She fell to her knees before me and pulled open my trousers urgently.  No sooner was my cock freed than she had wrapped her soft lips around it and was sucking and licking hungrily, until I was stiff and throbbing. I lay on the bed and the immediately straddled me, grasping my cock tightly. She placed my glans against her tight hole and sank down onto it with a long, low moan. “Oh my God, that feels so good!” She groaned. “Oh yessssssssssssss!”  She pulled on the leash attached to her nipples and whimpered with pleasure,  “Oh Jesus I love your cock up my arse!”

She began to fuck me enthusiastically, driving her hips down, impaling herself on my cock, gyrating her hips, gasping and moaning. “Is that good for you Steve?” She sighed, “Because it’s lovely for me! You are going to come in me, aren’t you Steve? Oh I love it when you come in me and I feel all that lovely hot jism inside me. Oh God, Steve, come in me now. Please. Oh yes! Yes! Ahhhhh!”  She groaned and shuddered as I let myself go and began to shoot inside her.  “Ohhhhh! Ahhhhh! Mmmmmmm! Yes! Oh yessssssss!”  As my orgasm subsided, she eased herself off me and immediately began to kiss and lick my cock. “Got to keep you nice and clean!” She sighed happily.  After a few minutes I rolled off the bed and began to fasten my trousers.

“Steve, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well this thing with dad, I mean, about him dressing as a schoolgirl and all that.  It is true, right?”

“I’m afraid it is, didn’t Edward show you the e-mails?”

“Well, yes, but he’s such a dirty little bugger I couldn’t be sure he wasn’t making the whole thing up.” She said sharply.  “So it is true then? My dad’s got a thing for dressing up in women’s clothes?”

“Yes.”

“And he gets off thinking about Donna going with other men?  And he likes to smell their jism on her knickers afterwards?” I nodded. “And he wants to be caned like a naughty schoolgirl?”

“Yes.”

“And are you going to do that?”

“Probably.” I grinned.

“While we all watch?”

“Don’t you want to see that?”

“I’m not sure. He’s still my dad, even if he is a prize pervert.  Although I suppose I wouldn’t miss it.” She giggled again.

“Come to Bob’s shop at seven tomorrow.” I said.

“Oh, but I thought dad’s thing wasn’t on until eight? “

“It isn’t, but I want you to meet Bob.  I think there might be some fun in this for you, apart from watching your dad getting his arse caned, of course!”

“OK then. I’ll see you at seven.” She said brightly.

As Sally and the girls left home the following morning I took each of them aside and gave them a little programming.  It was my intention that each of them should arrive home that afternoon with their motors already running!  True to form, as they arrived home, Sally and Helen immediately disappeared up to their respective rooms. Sandra hung back, clearly wanting to speak with me.

“Steve, will you show me again what you want me to do with my knickers?” She asked pleadingly once her mother and sister were out of the way.

I grinned at her, then said, “Come here and lift your skirt up.”

She stepped towards me at once, lifting the smart grey skirt of her school uniform, revealing her pale pink knickers. 

“Good girl. Now open your legs a little.” I smiled.  She shuffled her feet apart and I reached out my hand and began to massage the thin cotton into her crevice.  As my fingers eased her lips apart, I could feel her clit stiffening.

“Oh I love it when you rub my pussy.” She sighed happily, “It just feels so lovely.” She hesitated for a moment, then frowned, “Steve, you weren’t joking about selling them to men so they can sniff them, were you?”

I pressed the fabric between the cheeks of her firm little arse and chuckled, “No, not at all. Some men will love these, I promise you.”

“Dirty old pervs!” She giggled.  “Shall I tell you what I was thinking about on the bus home today?” She asked brightly.  I nodded.  “Well, I was imagining boys being able to see my pussy again.  I imagined that I’d put on the wrong knickers by mistake. Instead of mine, I’d put on a pair of mum’s, and they were too big for me.  All day long they kept slipping down, and the boys were laughing at me because I had to keep on pulling them up.  And then I imagined that one of the teachers had asked me to fetch some books from the library.  They were all on the very top shelf, and I had to stand on a chair to reach them. When I reached out for each book, my knickers slipped down, and all the boys in the library could see up my skirt and see my bottom and see my pussy.” She sighed happily, “I got ever so excited on the bus, and the seat I was in kept vibrating when the driver revved the engine, and all the vibrations seemed to go straight to my pussy. Oooh, it was lovely!”

I could feel the warmth and wetness emanating from her delicate slit.  “Why don’t you go upstairs and have a fiddle then?” I suggested.

Her eyes lit up with desire, “Oh yes, I think I will.  Thanks Steve!” She giggled.  As she turned to make for the stairs I smiled to myself at the sight of her, with her skirt still up around her waist, her knickers jammed tightly into her pussy and boyish arse.  Twenty minutes later she came back down with her used knickers held at arms length between thumb and forefinger.

“Here’s my knickers, Steve.” She announced, offering them to me, a look of disgust on her face.  I took them and sniffed the tiny garment.  The smell of her juvenile pussy immediately made my cock twitch.  I smiled at her and put them in my pocket.

Helen came downstairs a few moments later, her hands behind her back.  She held out her fist to me, her pale blue knickers bunched in it. “Here’s mine, Steve.” She said, quickly dropping them into my hand.

“And here’s mine.” Sally announced from the doorway.  She stretched them between her thumbs like a catapult, then fired them across the room to me.  They all giggled deliciously, “Had any dirty old men wanting to buy them yet?” She asked with a grin.

“Not yet, but it won’t be long!” I grinned.

“When are we going to get our new pants?” Helen asked.

“Saturday.” I said at once, “I’ll take you all into town and you can buy some nice fancy ones, ok?”  They all agreed that this was acceptable, then went back to their rooms.

I left the house soon after six o’clock, leaving Sally and the girls with instructions to join me at Bob’s place shortly before eight.  Then I drove to the shop.  Bob grinned as I entered the shop, ignoring the few customers. He ushered me into the store room eagerly, “OK, so what’s going on tonight then?”

I started to tell him about Richard’s fetish, and how we were going to make him put on a show for Sally and her girls, plus his own wife, son and daughter. As I outlined the plan for the evening his eyes grew wider and wider.  “Jesus Christ!” He gasped at last, “You’re going to do all of that to him right in front of them all?”

“Oh yes. Don't worry, he’ll love it.” I grinned. He shook his head with disbelief.

“Shit, I thought I’d seen it all!” He laughed.

“Not quite, my friend.  Not quite.  I still have a few surprises yet!” I laughed, “Oh, and here’s the first consignment of used knickers.” I tossed the three pairs over to him.  He caught them and sniffed at each pair in turn.

“Oh yes! Oh they’ll go down a treat!” He said happily, “And they don’t mind doing this?”

“Not at all.  How’s the website coming along?”

“Good. I’ve got the new line of products on there already, come and look.” He said.  He proceeded to show me his on line catalogue, complete with the latest items: ‘used knickers and underwear – guaranteed genuine’.  I smiled to myself, then gave him the address of the web site Rupert had set up to display Hannah’s charms.  As he looked at the various images, he whistled under his breath. “Fucking hell, she’s a cute one! Shit, I can’t believe she’s just giving this away.  She could earn a good living if she decided to sell it.”

“You think we could make use of her?” I asked.

“Christ, yes!” He laughed, “I could put her in films, do some proper photo shoots.  All sorts of things.  Who is she, anyway?”

“Richard’s daughter.” I smiled.

“What? The freak in the schoolgirl uniform?  This is his kid? Shit! Does he know about this?” He asked in amazement.

“Not yet.  But he may find out soon.” I grinned, “One last surprise, you might say.  Listen, I’ve told her to meet me here at seven. I thought you could look her over and we could sound her out about making a film or two.  That ok with you?”

“You think she’ll go for it?”

“Well she’s hardly the shy and retiring type, not is she?” I chuckled.

A short time later Hannah arrived.  She wore a top which was split open almost to her waist, the swell of her young tits clearly visible.  Her skirt was almost non existent, it was so short. Bob’s eyes lit up with lust as she came in and carefully sat down opposite him.

“I was just showing Bob her your web site.” I explained.  She blushed deeply, then giggled with embarrassment.

“Yes, very nice too.” Bob laughed, “You’re a bit of a show-off then?”  Hannah giggled again, Bob laughed again.  “You like doing that sort of thing, do you?”

Still blushing furiously, she nodded, “I suppose so. I mean, it’s just fun, isn't it?”

“It’s a bit more than fun for you though, Hannah, isn’t it?” I teased.  She covered her face with her hands and laughed.  I turned to Bob, “Hannah likes to be admired, don't you Hannah?  She likes to give the boys at college a bit of a flash from time to time, isn’t that right?”  She glanced at me through her fingers, then giggled and nodded.

“Really?” Bob said.

“Yes, that’s right, isn’t it Hannah.  This is how she dresses every day, isn’t that right?” I said with a grin, “Likes to show off what she’s got.”

“I can see why.” Bob gasped with amazement.

“Want to see more?” I asked, needlessly.  Bob nodded at once.  “Hannah, why don’t you show Bob the real thing?  I mean, he’s seen the pictures and films on the web site, but there’s nothing like seeing it in the flesh, is there?” I laughed.

She looked at me for a moment, “Really?” She asked. 

I nodded, “Sure, why not?  You don’t mind, do you?”

She blinked for a moment, then stood up, “No, of course not.” She said, casually.  She quickly pulled off her top, then pushed her micro-skirt down and stepped out of it, then stood completely naked before him.

Bob licked his lips as he stepped forward, “Oh yes.  Very nice indeed.” He muttered.  He reached out his hand and stroked her tits one at a time.  She sighed softly as he ran his fingertips across her nipples, then he slowly walked around to stand behind her and began to stroke her arse. 

As he slipped his finger between her cheeks and began to explore her back door I said, “She likes it up the arse, don’t you Hannah?”  She groaned softly, then sighed once more as his finger penetrated her.  “She likes having her arse caned as well.” Bob grunted with pleasure.  “But the thing she likes best is, well why don't you tell Bob what you really, really like?” I grinned at her.

She blushed deeply, then drew a deep breath. “I like to have my nipples pulled and pinched.” She said in a low voice.

Bob stopped exploring her back door at once.  “You like to have your nipples pinched?” He asked, incredulously.  Hannah giggled, then pressed her lips together and nodded.  Bob turned her around to face him, then reached out and began to gently pinch her tender flesh.  “Like this?” He asked with a smile.

She shook her head, “Harder.” She said simply, “I like it harder than that.  Steve bought me a leather leash, and I put it on my nipples and pull hard. It feels fantastic.” She sang.

Bob immediately pinched her nipples hard, pulling on them and stretching her tits tightly. She gasped with shock and rose up onto her toes in an instinctive attempt to relieve the pressure.  After a few moments he let go and she sank down onto her heels, her breath escaping in a rush.  “You like that?” He grinned.  Still gasping and panting, she looked him straight in the eyes, smiled and nodded.  “Then maybe I should do it some more?”  He chuckled.  He took hold of her pink nipples once more and began to pinch and pull on them, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers.

Within moments she was gasping and moaning, dancing around from foot to foot as he tormented her.  “Oh! Ahh! Mmmm! Oh yes! Ohhh!” 

I moved quietly behind her, and then without warning delivered a stinging, crisp slap to her arse.  She yelped with shock and pain, her eyes wide with surprise.  As I delivered another blow she gasped again, then smiled seductively.

“Jesus, you are a right little minx, aren’t you?” Bob chuckled as he twisted her tender nipples.

“I told you, she loves all this stuff, don't you Hannah?” I taunted.  She gasped and moaned, shifting her weight from foot to foot as I slapped her cheeks until they began to glow pink.  “And she loves having a cock in her, don't you Hannah?” I continued, “Come on, tell Bob how you like it when a big, hard cock slides into you.”

“Oh God, yes! Oh I just love it!” She gasped breathlessly.

“And now she wants to be watched while she gets fucked, don’t you?” I laughed.

She let out a long, low moan, “Ohhh yesssss!” She hissed, “Oh that would be amazing!”

“I might be able to help you there.” Bob laughed, “How would you like it if I arranged to have you filmed while you were being fucked senseless?”  Her eyes opened wide, her words caught in her throat.  “Then you could watch it over and over again.  Would you like that, hmm?”

“Oh God. Oh my God, yes!” She whined.

“And we could put it on the web site, so everyone could watch it.  Would you like that?”  She gasped again.  “All the boys in college could watch as you got stripped and fucked.  Maybe you’d get it up your tight little arse?  How would you like them to see that?” He chuckled.  Hannah continued to dance, gasping and moaning as we tormented her with images of her being used and abused being posted on the web.  “Is you pussy getting wet thinking about it?” Bob teased.

“Mmmm! Yeah!” She moaned.

“Your hot little cunt getting all juiced up? Would you like me to have a feel of it?” He laughed.

“Oh God yes please!”

He let go of her tits and thrust his hand between her legs, began to rub his fingers into her slit.  She moaned with pleasure as his fingers pushed inside her, then he giggled with delight.  “She is absolutely fucking soaking, mate!” He announced.  “I bet you’d like a cock up there now, wouldn’t you?” He taunted.

“Oh God yes!” She sighed, “Oh please fuck me now. Please. Oh I want it so bad. I need it right now!” She sank to her knees in front of him and began to tug at his trousers urgently.  As soon as she had freed his stiff cock she began to suck it hungrily, moaning and sighing with pleasure.  After a few moments Bob slid slowly to the floor and lay on his back.  She straddled him at once, positioning his cock at the entrance to her sopping slit, then sank slowly down onto him with a contented sigh.  He reached up and began to pull on her nipples once more.  She began to buck and writhe, driving her hips down onto his cock, moaning and sighing.  As he continued to pinch her nipples I reached out and slapped her arse again.

“Come on, you lazy bitch, put some effort into it!” I shouted.

She began top fuck him urgently, thrusting her hips back and forth frantically, whimpering and moaning with each stroke.  Bob grunted and sighed with pleasure, then began to slap her tits as they swayed before his face.  She moaned and whined with each blow, then suddenly gritted her teeth and began to grind her pussy down onto his cock.  “Oh fuck, yes! Oh that’s fucking fantastic! Oh my God, I’m coming. Oh Jesus yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!”  As her body shook with pleasure he suddenly rolled her onto her back and began to slam his cock into her.  Her entire body shook with the impact of each stabbing drive of his cock, and then he groaned and fell on top of her.

After a few seconds he sighed and rolled away from her.  She began to get slowly to her feet, her tits and arse still pink from the treatment we’d both meted out to her.  She sighed happily, then looked up at Bob. “That was great, thank you!” She smiled. 

He looked back at her and grinned, “Plenty more where that came from, girlie.”  She blushed once more, then picked up her clothes and slipped away to the bathroom to clean up.  When she returned a few minutes later she smiled at us both again and sat quietly in the corner of the shop.  Bob busied himself around the shop for a few minutes, then said to her, “I’ll sort out a time for the filming and let you know, ok?”  She blushed slightly and nodded.

A short time later Sally and the girls arrived, followed almost immediately by Edward.  Sandra kept glancing furtively at Edward, and I was suddenly struck by an idea.  I had a quick word with Bob, telling him to set up his video equipment so that we could watch events from the storeroom, then took Edward aside.  I quietly suggested that he might like to have a quick fuck with Sandra, and told him to take her to the changing room.  He grinned and called her over, then the two of them hurried away.

I joined Bob in the storeroom just as the two of them reached the room.  We looked on as the two figures on the screen quickly got to work. Sandra began to strip at once, pushing down her jeans and knickers in a swift movement.  Bob grunted with satisfaction as he stared at her firm arse, and then chuckled to himself as he saw her tiny young tits.  Edward too stripped out of his clothes with urgency, his cock already stiff.  Sandra fell to her knees and began to suck him eagerly. “Fucking hell, she’s keen!” Bob laughed.  After a few moments Edward pulled her to her feet, then knelt in front of her and buried his face between her thighs.  Her sighs of pleasure became louder and louder as he licked away, her hands stroking his head.

Suddenly he stood up, turned her around and bent her over a chair.  He quickly positioned himself behind her, holding his cock before placing it against her slit.  She giggled and then sighed with pleasure as he slipped his cock into her and then began to drive deeper and deeper. “Oh Edward yes! Oh that’s lovely!” She moaned as he took hold of her hips and pulled her back onto his cock, driving in up to the hilt.  The camera caught the expression on her face perfectly as he fucked her enthusiastically.  She licked her lips and gasped as he drove himself towards climax.  “Oh God yes, oh stick it right up inside me, Edward.” She moaned, “Come inside me. Shoot all your lovely stuff right up my pussy!” 

Bob laughed again, “Jesus Christ, she really loves it, doesn’t she?”

“She certainly does!” I laughed, “And her pussy is lovely and tight too.  I love fucking Sandra.”

He stared at me in amazement, “You lucky bastard!” He gasped.

“Play your cards right and I might arrange for you to have a bit of it too.” I grinned with a wink. 

He was about to speak when Edward began to grunt loudly. Seconds later he moaned and then shuddered as he emptied himself into her welcoming body.  She sighed happily and smiled, her face filling the TV screen as he collapsed on top of her. “Oh fucking hell I needed that!” He gasped.

“I know how he feels.” Bob chuckled, rubbing his crotch.

As the two of them started to dress Sandra sighed again, “Can we do it again later, Edward? After we’ve done this thing with your dad?  I’ll suck you off if you want me to, or you can put it up my bottom?”  He grunted in reply.  “Please Edward?” She whined, “You know I really like to.”

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” He said with a dismissive shrug.  A few moments later they left the changing room.