"The most bizarre stream of occurrences have dogged my life ever since
I was born in London after my mother's water broke in Wales. I never
looked back. Following major bus, bike, ship and plane mishaps, being
placed under armed guard by Russian soldiers, trapped in an elevator
in Japan with the Indian Prime Minister, arrested in LA on suspicion
of burglary in San Francisco, two days before I ever went there,
things only got worse. En-route to Vancouver I ended up in Australia
by mistake, got called-up for Vietnam, had two cars written-off
within 20 minutes of each other, one by the Australian Prime
Minister. Blown half-way across Park Lane by a terrorist bomb,
accused of rape by a seventeen year old female student in payback for
saying "no thanks."

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

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

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

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

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

"This room 484?" he grunted.

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

"Well, here she is," he continued, ushering this cutest of cute
little babes from behind his back. She barely reached his six-pack
and looked too young to be menstruating even.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," she replied. "Because I look younger, they make me go to all
the guys who call and want under-age girls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked trapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Er, your daughter has panties on."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How's it going?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was silent for a moment, then I replied.

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

Susie giggled.... "Dad!!!!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I guess," he answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is Susie there?" I asked.

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

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

There was a brief pause.

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

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