It\'s all in the mind!

 

 

Part 3.

 

I lay awake in bed long after Sally had drifted into a contented sleep. I could hear her breathing gently beside me and feel her breasts gently rise and fall. I couldn't believe how easy this had been. Sally was so besotted with me that she would literally do anything for me – even the 'ultimate sacrifice' of a blowjob. Her precious daughter Helen was likewise totally infatuated. She was even fingering herself to probably her first orgasm on my instructions, and whilst thinking of me.

 

Sally was convinced that the only way to ensure Helen's safety was for me to have my wicked way with her, and would do all she could to encourage her fifteen year old daughter into my bed. Only two pieces of the jigsaw remained to be put in place; getting Helen to believe that she wanted me to screw her, and Sandra.  So far, I hadn't had a chance to get to Sandra, but that would have to change, and soon. She was a bright kid, and it wouldn't take her long to figure out that her older sister and her mother's new man were more than friendly!

 

I made my decision. I would look for the first opportunity to draw the pretty little thirteen-year-old into my web, and I would start to work on Helen's libido at once!  I carefully slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake Sally. Then I quietly made my way to Helen's room. The door was slightly open. I could only make out darkness inside. I opened the door and silently crept inside. My eyes were accustomed to the dark, and I could see her sleeping in her bed.  I approached as carefully as I could, anxious to make no noise at all. When I reached the side of her bed I crouched down and knelt beside her. Then I reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes flew open, a shocked and frightened look on her face.

 

"It's ok, Helen, it's me, Steve."

 

She relaxed slightly at the sound of my voice, but there was a definite note of anxiety in her voice.

 

"What's wrong? Is everything ok?"

 

"Sure, everything's fine. Dreamtime for Helen."

 

She went under at once.

 

"Did you touch yourself tonight, like I told you?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Tell me what you did and how it felt."

 

"I started to touch my boobs, stroking them and squeezing them, like I was washing them in the shower. Then I noticed that my nipples had got stiff. I started to tickle them. That felt nice. I carried on doing that for ages, it felt lovely. Then I put my hand down my knickers. I started to tickle my front bottom. That felt lovely, all warm and tingly. Then I noticed that my fingers were wet. The wetness was coming from my front bottom, between the folds there. I pushed one finger between them and my finger came away really soaking. Then I touched my button. It was stiff, like my nipples, and when I touched it, it was like bolts of excitement went through me. I kept on tickling my nipples and playing with my button, and then something happened. I felt like I was going to explode or something, but not in a bad way. It was just amazing. Oh God!, and then I felt all electric over my whole body. I've never felt anything like that before."

 

"What were you thinking of when you were touching yourself?"

 

"I was thinking about you. I imagined that it was you who was touching me."

 

"Was that good?"

 

"At first I was a bit embarrassed, but then I got really excited."

 

"So would you like me to touch you? Touch your front bottom?"

 

"Yes." She murmured quietly.

 

"Would you like me to do that now?"

 

"Mmmm. Yes please."

 

I slipped my hand under the covers of her bed and found her young body. My hand came to rest on her waist. I slipped it down over the soft curve of her belly until I could feel the rise of her virgin mound beneath my fingers. I reached lower and found the hem of her night dress. I put my hand under the hem and began to run my fingers gently up and down her inner thighs. She gasped with pleasure, in exactly the same way her mother did! Then I ran my hand up her thigh and found her hot little crotch.

 

"Open your legs for me darlin'" I cooed. She obliged at once, spreading her plump thighs.  I ran the tip of my fingers along her gusset. It was very damp! I could feel the fabric of her knickers clinging to the lips of her pussy. Her breathing had become shallow.

 

"Is this nice?"

 

"Mmmm."

 

I found the elastic at the top of her knickers and wormed my fingers inside. She gasped again. My hand started its' slow descent towards my goal. I felt the few, sparse hairs which marked the top of her slit, and then I slipped my hand between her legs and ran the tip of my middle finger the entire length of her crack. She groaned out loud and spread her legs further apart. I applied gentle pressure on her slit and felt my finger slip between her pussy lips. It was wonderfully warm and wet. She was moving her hips around in response to my assault, I felt her hips rise, pushing my finger close to the entrance to her tight little hole. Then I ran my finger up her slit until I felt the hard nub of her clit. Her pussy was soaking! As I made contact with her sensitive button she arched her back and groaned again.

 

"Does this feel good?"

 

"Oh God yes! It feels so good. It's wonderful. It feels so lovely."

 

I started to run my fingers round in tiny circles, concentrating on the head of her clit. I thought she was going to pass out! I could see her in the faint light. Biting her lower lip, eyes closed in intense concentration, her fingers gripping the covers of her bed.

 

"When you wake up in the morning you will think this was a wonderful dream. You will start to wonder what it would be like to make love with me. You will want to know what it feels like to have me make love to you."

 

I ran my finger down to the entrance to her tunnel and inserted it gently inside. She writhed around in her bed.

 

"You will want me to make love to you. You will want this more than anything else in the world. You will start to plan how this could happen. You will imagine us alone together, naked. Imagine how it will feel when I make love to you."

 

I returned to her clit and began to rub it gently with the tip of my finger, getting faster and faster as I murmured in her ear. Her breath was coming rapidly in hot little pants now, and then her body was wracked with sobs and she had clamped her thighs tight on my hand. She was shaking so much I thought she might be having a seizure!  Finally, the spasms in her young body subsided and she began to recover. I slipped my hand out of her knickers and put them to my nose. The smell of a virgin pussy! But not for much longer! I told her to count to twenty, and then wake up. She would think this had been a dream. I left the room. I stood outside her room listening. When she reached twenty there was a gasp of shock from her. Then silence.  Helen was now programmed. All I had to do now was find a way to get to Sandra!

 

Helen couldn't take her eyes off me the following morning. She watched me where ever I went. Whenever I looked at her or spoke to her she blushed and became tongue-tied. When it was time for both girls to go to school, Helen seemed reluctant to leave and had to be virtually forced out of the door. I caught sight of Sally's face as Helen finally closed the door behind her. It was a classic mix of emotions! She was delighted that her precious daughter was so besotted with me, but she was also guilty at the thought of ushering her into my bed at such a tender age, and desperate not to lose me into the bargain. It was such fun to watch!

 

On the drive to work Sally mentioned that she had to go to the school again that evening, but this time to see Helen's teachers. Would I mind looking after both girls for an hour or so? "Not at all. They're really no trouble." I assured her.

 

There were more lovesick glances from Helen over tea, then she asked me to help her with her homework again.

 

"Sure, no problem. Do you want to do it here, or in your room?" I asked innocently.

 

"Oh, in my room would be easier." She said quickly.

 

"Can I come too?" asked Sandra.

 

"No." Helen said at once, "You'd get in the way. We won't be long."

 

"Not fair." Sandra whined.

 

"Look, I'll go and help Helen with her homework, and then while she's finishing off I'll come and have a game with you, how's that sound?"

 

"What game?" sulkily.

 

"Whatever you like. You decide." She brightened.

 

"OK!" She smiled happily at me.

 

I followed Helen upstairs, admiring her plump little arse as I did so. We went into her room and she started to take out her school books. I stood beside her and looked over her shoulder, pretending to be interested in the play she was working on. She began chatting away about the Shakespeare play, frequently looking up into my eyes. I put my arm around her in a friendly way and she leant into me, enjoying the contact. She was still in school uniform, but had taken off her tie and opened a few of the buttons on her blouse. I could see down it, see the rise and fall of her small, adolescent breasts.

I began to gently stroke her shoulder, slowly moving up to tickle her neck. She giggled excitedly, then put her arms around me and hugged me.

 

"I love you." She almost sang the words.

 

"I love you too." I said.

 

"Really? You really mean that?"

 

"Yes, of course." I laughed.

 

She hugged me again, and then looked deep into my eyes. She obviously wanted me to kiss her, so I gave her the briefest peck on the lips. She blushed furiously at this, her face becoming bright crimson. She flustered distractedly, the homework completely forgotten.

 

"What do you want to do on Saturday while your mum and Sandra are out all day?" I asked pointedly.

 

"I don't know." She answered simply, but her face told me differently. She had just had an idea! An idea I had planted in her juvenile mind just a few hours before.

 

"I'd better go and see what Sandra wants to do. You stay here and finish your homework, and we'll talk about the weekend when Sandra's gone to bed, OK?"

 

"Do you have to?" She pleaded.

 

"Yes, I promised her I would. Don't worry, she'll be off to bed soon enough, then we can talk." I gently stroked her face. She was putty in my hands. She smiled up at me devotedly, and turned to her books.  I went down stairs just as Sally was putting on her coat, ready to leave.

 

"Is everything ok?" she asked.

 

"Fine. Just a few problems with 'the bard', she's fine now. You off then?"

 

"Yes. I'll be back as soon as I can. See you later then."

 

"Don't worry, everything will be fine, isn't that right Sandra?"

 

"Sure!" She beamed back at me.

 

Sally left and I turned to pretty little Sandra.

 

"OK, what do you want to do then?"

 

"I don't know."

 

This was too good a chance to miss.

 

"How about we play a new game. One I'll teach you?"

 

"What's it called?"

 

"It hasn't really got a name. You just have to listen to me, and I'll explain it all."

 

She grinned at me. "OK. How do we start?"

 

"First you have to sit in the chair and listen carefully to what I say. Don't interrupt, just listen carefully, got that?"

 

"Sure!"

 

The rest was easy. Within moments she was under. I gave her the key word, 'dreamtime for Sandra', and then set to work.

 

"You like me don't you?"

 

"Yeah, you're fun."

 

"I want you to trust me completely. You will believe anything I say, and you will do anything to make me happy, do you understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

"You love me deeply. You would do anything to make me happy. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Would you be embarrassed if I saw your knickers?"

 

"Yes. I hate it when boys at school look up my skirt when I'm going up stairs or something. It makes me feel really embarrassed if I know they've seen my pants."

 

"Not any more. It won't bother you at all if I see up your skirt or see you in your underwear. It won't seem unusual or unnatural. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Imagine I were to see you without any clothes on, say when you were in the shower. How would that make you feel?"

 

"I'd be really embarrassed. God! I think I'd die!"

 

"Why?"

 

"Because you're a man, of course!"

 

Even under hypnosis her precocious temperament was still present.

 

"But your Dad is a man, it wouldn't bother you if her saw you naked would it?"

 

"No, but that's different, he's my dad. He's seen me lots of times."

 

"From now on, you will think of me in the same way. You won't be at all shy or embarrassed about me seeing you naked, in fact you will like it very much. It will make you feel special, like you are doing something that will really make me happy. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

"When I wake you, you will remember nothing about going to sleep. You will think that we were about to start a game of hide-and-seek, that's why you have your eyes closed. As soon as you wake up you will start to count to twenty, then you will start to look for me. Understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

"OK, you can wake up now."

 

Her eyelids fluttered.

 

"One…., two…., three…."

 

I left the room and found a hiding place under the dining room table. I could hear her counting out loud. Finally she called, "Twenty. Coming, ready or not."

 

She made a cursory search of the living room, then went into the kitchen before coming into the dining room. Almost at once she squatted down and peered under the table.

"Found you. You're not very good at this are you?" She laughed.

 

I almost forgot to answer! As she squatted her knees were wide apart and I had the most perfect view up her skirt to the tight white triangle covering her crotch.

 

"No, I suppose I'm not. Want to play something else?"

 

"Yes, but what?"

 

"How about wrestling?"

 

"Wrestling?"

 

"Yes. I lay down on the sofa, and you've got to wrestle me off it. If I survive for two minutes, you have to pay a forfeit."

 

"What kind of forfeit?"

 

I thought for a moment. "If I win, you have to do a hand-stand for one minute, without fail."

 

"Let's go for it then!"

 

I lay on the sofa and she attacked! She started by pulling at my arms and legs. When that didn't work she sat astride me and started using her body weight as a lever. As she struggled furiously to move me her skirt rode up and I enjoyed the sight of her tight little crotch on view again. I looked at my watch.

 

"Thirty seconds left" I announced.

 

She seemed to go into overdrive! She immediately spun around so that her tight little arse was facing towards me and began pulling at my legs frantically. Her skirt was now up round her waist and her arse was just inches from my face. It was all I could do not to thrust my face between her straining thighs! She clearly had no problem with showing me her knickers, so the programming had worked. The thin cotton of her gusset had stretched tight across her virgin pussy, clearly outlining every contour of her most secret place. She was grunting with the exertion, pulling at me frantically. Her little arse bobbing up and down in front of my face.

 

"Fifteen seconds."

 

She grabbed hold of my thigh, inadvertently rubbing her forearm against my crotch. I felt my cock begin to stir.

 

"Ten."

 

She splayed her legs wider, pulling at my thighs, rubbing harder on my cock. I could feel it getting stiff. I had half a mind to keep Sandra at it, but in the end I decided to have some fun at her expense instead.

 

"Time's up, you lose!"

 

"Oh no! Not fair, you're too strong for me." She was very out of breath from her exertions, and unbelievably, she collapsed on top of me, her face coming to rest on my crotch! I felt my cock twitch excitedly. Her back arched, pushing her juvenile camel-toe further towards me. I wanted to violate her there and then.  She continued to pant, trying to recover her breath.

 

"Time for your forfeit"

 

"Give me a minute to get my breath back." She stayed in place. I could feel the warmth from her cute little face on my groin. My God! She was going to be delicious, when the time came…..!  Finally, she raised herself up, coming to a sitting position on my chest. Her sweet arse a mere few inches from my face.

 

"OK, what do I have to do?"

 

"A hand-stand. For one minute."

 

She moved off me, giving me another perfect view of her innocent clam as she did so. Then she stood facing the wall and launched herself into a handstand, using the wall to support her legs and feet. Naturally, her skirt fell down as soon as she was in position. I could now inspect her clean white knickers, and the gentle swell of her young belly.

I kept her there for longer than the sixty seconds I had specified. When I got to seventy-five, she began to complain.

 

"That must be a minute now, I've been here ages."

 

"Yes, ok. That's time up, you can get down now. Want another try?"

 

She dropped down onto her hands and knees, her skirt still bunched up around her waist.

 

"No, I want to do something else now."

 

"Like what?"

 

"I don't know."

 

Her face was beautifully flushed and pink. She was still out of breath, and her knickers were still on display. She wasn't in the least bothered by this. Just an hour ago, she would have been mortified at the thought of me seeing her 'pants'. Now, she just didn't care!

 

"What's going on?"

 

I turned and saw Helen standing in the doorway.

 

"We were just having a game. A bit of rough and tumble." I explained

 

She looked at Sandra, face flushed, skirt up round her waist.

 

"Sandra!, cover yourself up, you're showing your pants."

 

"So what? Steve doesn't mind, do you Steve. It's only a pair of pants!"

 

I grinned, "No, I don't mind at all. It doesn't bother me. Run round stark naked if you like, I don't care."  They both laughed at the thought.

 

"What game were you playing?" Helen asked.

 

"Wrestling." Sandra said, proudly.

 

"Wrestling? How does that one go?"

 

"I lie on the sofa and Sandra has two minutes to pull me off it. If she doesn't manage it, she has to pay a forfeit."

 

"What was the forfeit?"

 

"I had to do a hand-stand for a full minute without stopping, and I did it too, didn't I Steve?"

 

"You did indeed Sandra. You're the hand-stand champion of the world!"

 

"I bet I could beat you." Helen stated defiantly.

 

"Bet you couldn't." I goaded.

 

"OK then, lets go for it."

 

I lay on the sofa and Helen dived onto me. She had her hands round my neck, then on my shoulders, pulling at me frantically. I dug in, determined to win, wanting to see Helen's forfeit!  She tried to get between me and the back of the sofa, trying to push me off. Her slim young body writhed against mine. I felt her pert tits pushing against my rib cage, my cock twitched again. She gave up on that and then sat astride me, causing her skirt to ride up and revealing powder blue knickers. She tried to wrap her legs around me, causing her to grind her crotch onto my pelvis. As she became aware of the sensations this caused in her pussy I saw her eyes widen in surprise for a moment.  Then she started to rock her hips back and forth, exactly mimicking the motion of a girl-on-top fuck. The friction was clearly transmitting itself to her hot little twat, and she was starting to get hot!

 

She would have stayed there for a lot longer, but Sandra called out "Time's up. You lose. Now you have to pay a forfeit!"

 

Helen looked at her sister with an annoyed look on her face. I'm sure it wasn't the teasing over having lost the ‘game’, which irritated her, but the end of her first 'bump and grind' session.  With a look of frustration on her face, she moved off me. I just caught a glimpse of her gusset as she did so.

 

"OK, what do I have to do?" She said in an annoyed voice.

 

"Same as me. A one-minute handstand. Go on then."

 

Sandra was clearly enjoying herself at Helen's expense, and stood waiting by the living room wall, waiting for her older sister to comply.  Helen duly did perform the handstand, and in the same way as her sister had, she was soon exposing her knickers for my examination. But this time there was a difference.   Her powder-blue knickers clung to her feminine folds in a tell-tale way.  The fabric had a slightly darker mark, right where her hot little snatch was.  She was wet! Sandra kept her there for the full minute, before letting her get down. As soon as possible she smoothed her skirt back into place, covering up the evidence of her excitement.

 

"What shall we play now?" Sandra demanded.

 

I looked at my watch. "It's getting late now. Time for your supper I think."

 

She groaned and complained, but still made her way to the kitchen to get her supper ready. Helen stayed with me.

 

"Could we have another go at that game?" She said, "On Saturday, when Mum and Sandra are out. I reckon I could beat you next time."

 

"We'll see. Think you're good enough then?"

 

"Definitely!"

 

Sandra returned with her supper and we carried on chatting about nothing in particular, until a few minutes later Sally returned.

 

"Everything OK?"

 

"Yes, fine. We've had a good time haven't we girls?"

 

"Yes! Great." They both chirped.

 

Sandra finished her supper and then went off to get ready for bed. Sally, Helen and I started watching something on TV. A few minutes later Sandra was back. She strolled into the room wearing nothing but her plain white knickers and a vest, carrying her pyjamas.

 

"Mum, there's a button missing from my top, look." She said, holding them out for inspection.

 

"Sandra, I think you should have put a dressing gown on, don't you?"

 

"Why? There's only us here, and Steve doesn't mind, do you Steve?"

 

"No, of course I don't." I agreed. I took in the view. Her pert little arse was a joy to behold. Her knickers had partly ridden up into her crack, and her cheeks were making a bid for freedom. Under her vest, the small buds of her breasts were visible. She turned to face me, and I could clearly make out the shape of her pussy lips beneath the stretched white cotton.

 

"That's all very well, but I still think you should put something on."

 

"Sorry!"

 

"Now come upstairs and we'll get you some new pyjamas, honestly!"

 

They left the room, Sandra grinning broadly to me as they went.

 

"I think it's disgusting the way she shows her pants off like that. She shouldn't do it, especially in front of you." Helen looked outraged!

 

"There's nothing wrong with it. I think it's cute. It shows she's comfortable with me being here."

 

"But what would you think if I went round like that, I mean in just my pants?" I looked at her, her face was flushed with emotion.

 

"I wouldn't mind!" (Oh God, if only she knew!) "If you're comfortable like that, then I'm ok with it."

 

She laughed, a nervous, excited sort of a giggle.  Before she could say anymore, Sally came back into the room.

 

"I don't know what's come over her." She said, "Last week she wouldn't even let me help her in the shower, now she's parading around almost naked in front of all of us."

 

She looked at me for a moment, and I could guess what her suspicions were. I would have to fix that, tonight.  After Helen had gone to bed, I put Sally under and did a little attitude adjustment.

 

"I want you to be completely relaxed about Helen and Sandra's relationship with me. If Sandra is happy to walk around undressed in front of me that will be fine with you. In fact, you will like that fact that they are so at ease with me. You will do everything you can to encourage them to trust me and be completely open with me. Even if that means both of them being stark naked in front of me. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

"You will lead by example. You will be completely comfortable with me seeing you naked from now on. You will like the feeling of being naked with me, and you'll see nothing wrong with the girls being naked around me also. You will be happy to go around the house in just your underwear when there is only the four of us here. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

"You still want me to take Helen as a lover. It's the only way to make sure that she is safe and happy. But Helen needs to know that you are ok with this. Tomorrow evening, you will suggest that Sandra and I go to the supermarket, and while we are out you will speak to Helen. You will tell her how happy you are that we are so close. If she seems worried about making you unhappy, you will tell her that it is fine. You will believe that this is what you want to happen and you will be happy for her. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

"When I wake you, you will encourage me to go upstairs and say 'goodnight' to them both."

 

I brought her round, and then waited for the inevitable. She came over to me for a cuddle, then gave me a deep, passionate kiss.

 

"I just can't believe how lucky I am, having someone like you around. And the girls love you so much, I know they do. It's just perfect! I tell you what would make their day."

 

"What's that?" I enquired innocently.

 

"If you were to go up and say 'goodnight' to them. They'd love that."

 

"Well then, I'd better go and make their day then hadn't I?" I said with a smile.

 

I went upstairs to Sandra's room first. I knocked on the door and went in. She was sitting on top of her bed, reading. Still dressed only in her knickers and vest.

 

"I just came to say 'goodnight'" I said. "I thought your Mum said you were to get into your pyjamas?"

 

"I'm going to, honest!" she grinned.

 

“Come on, let me help you.”  I grinned. I picked up the pyjama bottoms and held them open at the waist to enable her to step into them. She put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself, and then stepped into them. I pulled them up, covering her delicious, tight little crotch, then let the elastic of the waist band go so that it snapped against her. She squealed and began to hit me in mock anger, giggling all the time. I threw my arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides, and then letting my hands come to rest on her lower back.

 

"Listen.", I said, "It's too late for games now. You should get into bed and settle down to sleep."

 

She looked at me sulkily, and wriggled, trying to break free from my hold on her. I let my hands slip down, as if by accident, until they came to rest on her tight little bottom. My God it felt good. I could hardly wait to abuse it! I quickly lifted my hands away – no need to overdo it. Then I gave her a playful smack on her pert bum, more squeals!

 

"Come on, into bed with you, monster!" I gave her a gentle kiss on the lips and said "Goodnight Sandra."

 

"'Night Steve. Sleep well."

 

"You too, darlin'"

 

Helen was next. I didn't bother to knock, but put my head around the door and murmured "'night Helen."   She gasped in shock, she hadn't heard me opening the door. Only her pretty face was showing above the bed covers, but I could see the shape of her body beneath them, and it was obvious where her hands were! She hadn't heard me coming upstairs because she was otherwise preoccupied. He face was slightly flushed, probably from the embarrassment of being caught with her hands in her knickers!   I made my way over to the side of her bed, and knelt down beside her head.

 

"You ok?"

 

"Yes, fine!" she said quickly. She shifted around in her bed, bringing her arms out of the covers. She reached out one hand to me, and I took hold of it. Her fingers were damp! A thrill went through me. I couldn't resist it. I leant over and kissed her full on the lips. She responded at once, putting her arms around my neck. I broke the kiss, and then ran my fingers across her face. Her eyes brimmed with adoration.

 

"You are so pretty, Helen."

 

"Steve, I love you. I don't mean like I love Mum, it's a different thing. I just want to be with you all the time."

 

"I love you too." I cooed. There was that adoring look again!

 

"I think Mum would be upset if she thought you didn't love her."

 

"But I do love her. I just love you as well! I think your Mum would understand, but why don't you talk to her about it sometime." I had put my arm around her and now I was gently stroking her back. She moved towards me, wanting to be as close as possible. I let my hand slip down to the small of her back. She began to stroke my hair, then my face, and then her hands dropped to my chest. She wrapped her arms around me and started to stroke my back, nuzzling her head beneath my chin.

 

"Do you really think she'd be ok?" She said in a small voice.

 

"I'm sure of it." It was all I could do not to laugh. Sally would be ok with anything I wanted to do to her daughters, because I had programmed her to be ok! Now she firmly believed that my impending violation of her fifteen-year-old was her idea. And Helen just as firmly believed that she was completely in love with me, and wanted me to make love to her!

 

"I'm looking forward to Saturday." I said. (She could have no idea how much this was true, nor why!)

 

"Me too. I like it when it's just the two of us."

 

"I'm going back downstairs now. 'Night love."

 

"Night Steve."

 

I made my way back to the living room. Sally had poured us both a scotch, and she was curled up on a sofa looking happy and contented.

 

"They OK?"

 

"They're fine. Just settling down." I took a sip from my drink.

 

"I love the way you and Helen get on so well. I bet you'll have a great time on Saturday."

 

"Hope so."

 

She snuggled into me for a cuddle, then pulled away and stood up.

 

"It's hot in here. You don't mind if I take my jeans off do you?"

 

"Carry on."

 

She pulled off her jeans revealing a pair of black cotton knickers, threw them over a chair, and settled back beside me. It was clear that her brain was now programmed to accept my suggestions and instructions. If I'd told her to dance around naked on the front lawn, she'd have thought it was her own idea!  I started to run my hands across her bare legs, getting higher and higher. She parted her legs slightly, giving me access to her hot snatch. I ran my fingers up and down her gusset before slipping a finger inside and finding her clit. She rolled her eyes in ecstasy as I started to tease the sensitive little bud, coaxing it out from under its' hood. In no time at all she was groaning and moaning, eyes closed in intense concentration. I reached out with my other hand and began to fondle her tits. Her jaw fell open; she was clearly on the verge of a powerful climax.

I could see her nipples harden beneath her top. I began to circle them each in turn with my thumb whilst my other hand was still busy in her knickers. I found the entrance to her tunnel with my finger and pressed her clit with my thumb. She moaned again and then she was consumed by her orgasm.  I let her get her breath back.

 

"Oh God!, how do you do that? A couple of minutes with you and I'm in heaven."

 

"You're just a very sexy lady Sal."

 

"I've never been this way before. You seem to be able to play me like a violin or something!"

 

"Well then that's lucky for both of us, isn't it?" I grinned.

 

"Can I do something for you, my love?"

 

"You can always do something for me, darlin'" I laughed. She smiled back at me. I lay back on the sofa and let her go to work. In no time at all she had my trousers open, my cock out and her pretty lips wrapped round its' head. She sucked and licked for all she was worth, and after the joy of being able to manipulate her two children, it wasn't long before I was close to shooting my load into her waiting mouth. I had an image in my mind of Helen, fingering herself in her bed and dreaming of the time when I would take her to mine. This was enough to take me over the edge, and I shot stream after stream of cum into Sally's waiting mouth. Like the good girl she had become, she swallowed every drop. Then she gently kissed the tip of my deflating cock, before rearranging my clothing for me.

 

"There." She said with a broad smile on her face. "Does that feel better?!"

 

"Definitely. You say I make you feel good, well you make me feel pretty damned good too."

 

"You deserve it!"

 

The following day started out the same as the last few. Helen still looked at me at every opportunity, but now her looks were a mixture of adoration and lust! Sandra was her usual excitable self, but she was now given to lounging around with her legs spread wide, giving me many opportunities to see up her skirt. Sally looked more at ease, happy to see me getting on so well with the girls. Helen and Sandra set off happily for school, and Sally and I went to work as normal. It was only after we got home that things were noticeably different.  Sally went upstairs to get changed as soon as we got in, as she usually did. When she came down however, she was not dressed in her usual T-shirt and jeans. Instead she wore a plain white T-shirt and a pair of pale pink knickers. Nothing else!  She clearly wasn't wearing a bra, as I could make out the dark circles of her nipples beneath the T-shirt. I recognised the knickers from the day when I had been the evil Mr. Wilkinson, and had spanked her bare arse.  She seemed to be completely at ease in her state of near undress. Helen and Sandra were anything but!

 

"Mum, what are you doing?" Helen cried.

 

"Mum, I think you forgot to put your jeans on!" Sandra giggled.

 

"I'm just taking a leaf out of your book Sandra. You said last night that there's nothing wrong in wearing just pants. Steve's ok with it, you said so yourself. So what's the problem?"

 

"Yes, but it's not like you to do this." Helen said.

 

"Maybe not before, but I've decided to lighten up a little. Anyone got a problem with that?"

 

The girls were silent. "I think you look fantastic." I said.

 

"Thank you." Sally said, and smiled broadly at me.

 

"OK, fine!" Sandra said. A moment later and she had dropped her school skirt to reveal white knickers with tiny pink flowers. She paraded around looking pleased with herself. She looked utterly edible with her school blouse and tie still in place, combined with knee length white socks and sensible shoes!  Helen looked most uncertain about the new regime. She shifted about in her seat uncomfortably, looking at me for some sort of guidance. I made no comment, leaving her to her own decision. She was the only member of the family I had not conditioned to feel comfortable in a state of undress. It was fun watching her try to deal with it.  After a short time Helen disappeared upstairs. Sally and Sandra continued to go about their normal business, apparently comfortable in their underwear. I told them I was going to get changed myself, and went upstairs to find Helen. She was in her room looking decidedly unhappy.

 

"What's wrong with you?" I asked.

 

"It's them." She almost shouted at me. "Just wandering around in their pants. It's not right. They shouldn't be doing that."

 

"Why not? What's wrong with it. They're happy. It doesn't bother me. Why the big deal?"

 

"I don't like it. You're looking at them. It's not right."

 

"You mean you don't like me looking at them. You'd rather I was looking at you?"

Tears had started to flow now.

 

"Yes,… I mean no. Oh I don't know what I mean. I don't want you to look at them, I want you to look at me."

 

She was jealous. Jealous of her sister and mother. Fantastic!

 

"But I am looking at you. I'm looking at you now. So why are you upset?"

 

"I just thought you'd rather be looking at them in their pants rather then me. I'm sorry."

 

She started to sob, and ran into my arms, flinging her arms about me like the child she was.

 

"I do like to see your mum like that. She looks sexy. But I'd like to see you like that too."

 

"Would you really?"

 

"Of course."

 

"Should I go like that as well then? Would that make you happy?"

 

"Very happy."

 

She let go of me, and then unfastened her skirt, letting it drop to the floor. She stood back to give me a good look at her pale pink knickers.

 

"Do you like me looking like this?"

 

I made a point of looking her up and down.

 

"You look really good. Very grown up. Very sexy."

 

"I want to look good for you, Steve. Tell me what you want me to wear, and I'll do it for you."

 

"Well, I think your Mum looks great in just a T-shirt and knickers. I bet you'd look even better."

 

Immediately she started shedding her school uniform. Her tie and blouse were thrown off and she pulled her knee length socks off, throwing them into the corner of then room with disgust. She stood there in just her knickers and bra.

 

"What T-shirt should I wear?"

 

"Anyone you like. You choose."

 

She selected a dark blue one.

 

"Should I wear my bra underneath?"

 

"I think you'd look better without it."

 

The bra was quickly discarded. Her half-developed tits looked wonderful. She was in no hurry to put the T-shirt on, willingly giving me a chance to have a good look at her body, now covered only by the thin cotton of her knickers.  Finally, she pulled the T-shirt over her head and stood back to let me have a good look.

 

"What do you think?"

 

"I think you look fabulous."

 

Beaming smile. She came over to me, leant into me and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. I kissed her back in full measure, pushing my tongue into her young mouth. Here eyes opened in surprise at this, but she continued to kiss me passionately. I ran my hands down her sides, over her hips and round to rest on the full cheeks of her bottom. She put her hands round my neck and leaned into my embrace. I stroked the cheeks of her arse, kneading and squeezing them. She didn't pull away, but continued to kiss me. I ran one hand up her rib cage until I found the swell of her breast and began to stroke it and caress it. She gasped with pleasure and forced her lips down on mine. I felt her nipple start to stiffen. I teased it with my fingertips until it stood out proudly from her T-shirt. Then I moved my hand from her arse to the inside of her thigh. I gently caressed the sensitive skin there, running my fingertips up and down. She instinctively parted her thighs to allow me easier access to her pussy. I ran the tip of my thumb along the line of her crack and she gasped again. Her knickers were damp, I could feel it. I rubbed the knuckle of my thumb along the line of her slit. I felt her legs almost give way with the sudden rush of pleasure. Her breath was coming in short pants. I knew if I wanted to I could take her right here, right now. She was ripe and ready for the plucking. I decided to wait for another few hours. Saturday morning and she would be so desperate for it she would be practically begging!

 

I broke the kiss. "I'd better get back downstairs before they suspect anything." I said.

 

She looked so disappointed, I almost felt sorry for her!  I left her room and she followed, still wearing just a dark blue T-shirt and pink knickers.

 

"Where are you going?" she demanded.

 

"I'm going to get changed." I said. "That's what I said I was coming up to do."

 

She followed me into the bedroom I shared with Sally and watched me as I took off my shirt and tie, then my trousers. I let her have a good look as I pulled on a T-shirt, then found a pair of jeans to put on.

 

"How come we are ok wearing just pants, but you have to wear jeans?" she demanded.

"Cos that's just the way it is." I replied forcefully. She didn't argue, but followed me downstairs.

 

The evening meal was interesting that night, I can say for sure! All three of them down to knickers and T-shirt, (Sandra changed before the meal). I thoroughly enjoyed myself, watching them moving around, their cute arses clad only in a thin layer of cotton.

Sally kept looking at me, happy in the 'knowledge' that we were in love. Helen kept on looking at me, with that strange mixture of love and lust, made even more intense by our encounter in her bedroom. Sandra was just herself, flirty and excitable; giggling at the slightest joke.

 

After the meal, as if on cue, Sally said, "Steve, would you mind going to the supermarket for a few things? I'm really sorry to drop this on you, but we're running out of milk, bread and a few other things. Do you mind, love?"

 

"No, not at all. Give me the list of things we need, and I'll go now."

 

"Sandra, I want you to go with Steve and help out."

 

"OK." Sandra was already getting ready.

 

"I'll go too." Helen stated.

 

"No, Helen, you stay here, there's something I need your help with."

 

Helen didn't look at all pleased at this, but agreed to stay behind. Sandra and I went off to get the shopping. I got all the things on the list as quickly as I could, then with Sandra in tow, I headed back to the car. I didn't take the normal road back to the house, instead, I told Sandra we were going to explore.  We ended up at a very quiet spot near a playing field. No one around. No one to see. I parked the car and put Sandra under. Then I put the idea in her mind that she was desperate to empty her bladder. She really needed to go, right away, or she might wet herself. She would be able to hold it in, until she heard me say the words "Too late." Once she heard these words she would have to let it go. Then I brought her round.  Immediately she began to squirm around in her seat, looking very uncomfortable.

 

"What's wrong?" I asked.

 

"Is there a toilet round here?"

 

"No I don't think so." I looked around at the empty playing field. "Can you hold on 'til we get home? We'll only be about ten minutes."

 

"Ten minutes! I can't hold on that long. Oh God, Steve, what am I going to do? I need to go really badly."

 

"Well there are some bushes over there. You could go there if you're that desperate."

 

"What if someone sees me. Oh, I can't. What can I do?" She was on the verge of tears now.

 

"Look, just go over to the bushes. No one will see you, but just in case they do, I'll come with you. I'll stand there while you go, just to make sure you're not seen. How would that be?"

 

She wasn't keen, but faced with that or wetting herself, she had no choice! She got out of the car and started making for the clump of bushes. I followed, smiling to myself as I watched her trying to walk with her legs clamped tight together. Finally, she was just a few feet away from the bushes. As she waddled towards them I called out, "Hurry! Before it's too late."

 

She let out a wail of dismay, and a dark stain began to spread out from the crotch of her pale blue jeans. She stood still, sobbing as the stain continued to grow. I almost laughed at her misery and humiliation! She seemed unable to move, or to stop the flow. The stain crept down her legs. Finally she broke down and began to weep bitterly.

 

"Don't worry love. It doesn't matter, really."

 

She was almost inconsolable. I put my arm round her and felt the sobs racking through her body.

 

"Look, let's get back to the car and get you cleaned up. Then we'll get off home and you can get changed."

 

"But I can't sit in the car, I'm all wet." She wailed.

 

"Well, you'll have to take those wet things off, love. But don't worry, I'm sure I've got something you can cover up with. Let's go and see shall we?"

 

I took her hand and led her meekly back to the car. I rummaged around in the boot of the car and found an old jacket that I kept there in case of breakdowns. It was pretty dirty, but it would do the job. Then I told her to take off her wet clothes. Her trainers and socks went first. She shivered as her bare feet touched the cold tarmac of the road. I held open a large plastic bag I had also found in the boot, and she dropped them in.

Then she looked around her anxiously, before unfastening her jeans and pulling them off. Her knickers had gone almost transparent, and I could clearly see the outline of her pussy lips. She dropped the jeans in, and looked around again. Then she pushed her sodden knickers to her ankles, took them off and dropped them in the bag with the rest.

She stood there for a moment, miserable and ashamed, naked from the waist down. She looked at me pleadingly, and I handed her the jacket, which she put on eagerly.

Then we got back into the car and started the journey home. She sniffed and sobbed all the way.

 

"I'm really sorry Steve. Really sorry. It's never happened to me before."

 

"It's not a problem." I said soothingly. "Don't worry about it."

 

She was embarrassed beyond belief and spent the final few minutes of the journey with the old jacket wrapped tight around her, looking miserably out of the window.

I was enjoying myself immensely. Back at the house, Sally was assuring Helen that it would be fine to have me shag her stupid. In order to deliver this message, which she firmly believed was her own idea, she had ushered her youngest daughter and me out of the house. Now I was able to have a play with Sandra as well. I was particularly pleased that I was able to influence basic bodily functions. Sandra had made no mention of needing to pee, and yet I was able to put the idea so powerfully in her mind that she became desperate to piss. Not only that, but I could order her to lose control of her bladder at will. This was something that would have to be explored further!  We got back to the house, and as I opened the front door Sandra dashed past me and ran upstairs, sobbing again now.  Sally looked immediately at me and said, "What happened?"

 

"Well, I decided to go for a bit of a drive on the way back. Not too far, but just a change from the usual road. She got caught short and needed to pee. Unfortunately, she didn't tell me in time, and before she could get to some bushes she wet herself. She's really upset, poor kid!"

 

"What was she wearing?"

 

"Oh, it's an old jacket I keep in the car. It's not very nice, but it did the job. I've got her things here. They'll all need a wash, obviously."

 

"God, how awful for you."

 

"Really, it's no problem for me, but I think Sandra could do with a bit of reassurance from you. Tell her that it doesn't bother me. Try to get her to forget about it."

 

Sally came over to me, kissed me full on the lips and said, "I love you! Lots of men would have been freaked out by that, but you just deal with it. You really are amazing."

 

I smiled back at her. No doubt she thought I was smiling with embarrassment. The truth was I couldn't believe how much fun this was becoming!  Sally went upstairs to deal with Sandra, and as soon as she was out of the room Helen was over to me. She put her arms around me and lifted her face to mine, inviting a kiss.  Her lips were warm. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and this time she responded by pushing hers into mine. I felt her breath quicken. I slid my hands down from her shoulders to her tits, cupping each one, finding the nipple and rolling it between thumb and forefinger.

After a few moments I broke off and said, "What did you and your mum get up to while I was out?"

 

"She just wanted to talk. Actually, we talked about you. She knows how I feel about you. She told me that it was ok. She said she trusted you, and that I could trust you too. 'Course, I know that already! She said she's glad we're so close. She thinks it's good for me. Then she said 'If you were to have anyone at all, you couldn't do better than Steve'. I know that too! I know she loves you Steve, but I love you too. Is that weird?"

 

"No, not at all. If we're all happy, that's all that matters."

 

She gave me one of her adoring smiles. "I think so too."

 

I let go of her just as Sally and Sandra came back into the room. Sandra looked at me nervously, as if I might be angry with her.

 

"Hey! All cleaned up then? Feeling ok now?" I said in a bright, cheery voice.

 

"I'm fine. I'm really sorry Steve. It won't happen again, I promise." She looked close to tears again.

 

"Make me a cup of tea, and we'll say no more about it." I joked.

 

She smiled gratefully at me, then trotted off to the kitchen. Sally gave me a warm smile also.  That night in bed Sally was more enthusiastic than usual. She stripped seductively for me, then proceeded to lick and suck at my balls and cock, before climbing on top of me and riding the two of us to climax. The thought that she might have competition, and from her own daughter, was clearly inspiring her! 

 

Friday. One more day to go before I got to pop Helen's tight little cherry! Every time I thought about screwing the pretty little fourteen-year-old my cock twitched. The day couldn't end quickly enough for me. On the drive home Sally chatted away happily, as if there was nothing unusual about the coming weekend.  When we arrived home she immediately went upstairs and got changed, again returning in just a T-shirt and knickers. Plain white this time, I could make out the shape of her bush beneath them. I felt my cock start to harden again. We had a few minutes before the girls arrived home. I pulled her to me and kissed her, reaching for her firm breasts as I did so. I stroked and caressed them for several minutes, before dropping my hands to her shapely arse. Then I pushed one hand between her legs and began to work on her pussy. I could feel her knickers getting wet almost at once.

 

"Steve, don't! The girls will be back at any moment. What if they found us?"

 

"We've got a few minutes yet. Let's have a quickie?"

 

I pushed her knickers to one side and began to feel for her pussy lips, sliding a finger between them and gently rubbing her clit. She moaned at this and began to rock her hips back and forth against my finger. I let my finger slip into her tunnel. She was soaking!  She began to fumble with the zip of my trousers, dragging it down urgently, then reaching inside to free my erect cock. I turned her round and pushed her over the back of a chair. Her arse was perfectly presented for my pleasure.  I yanked her knickers further aside and pushed my cock into her up to the hilt. She shuddered. Her pussy was warm and wet and I began to fuck her with long smooth strokes. I pushed my hands under her T-shirt and grabbed her tits, teasing her nipples until they were hard. She pushed her hips back onto my cock, then reached between her legs and began to fondle my balls. I felt my climax building, and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her hard onto me. She gasped with pleasure. And then I shot stream after stream of jism into her, holding her tight against me as I did so. I felt her climax begin, and then her pussy contracted on my cock and she was moaning and groaning like a woman possessed.

As my own orgasm subsided I slipped my cock out of her and calmly put it back inside my trousers. Then I found her clit once again with my finger and began to stimulate her once more. She tried to get up but I put my free hand into the small of her back to hold her down. Then I stuck two fingers into her sticky hole.  She wriggled her hips around, as if trying to evade the intruders, but she was also humming to herself as the rhythm of my finger fucking increased. I could see beads of sweat breaking out on her face, and then she climaxed again. This time she collapsed over the chair, sobbing and moaning. I withdrew my fingers and wiped them on her knickers. She didn't notice! When she stood, her face was flushed and sweaty. Her chest was heaving as she tried to regain her breath.

 

"Jesus! If you're going to do that again, at least give me some warning." She panted.

 

Just then we heard the front door opening as the girls returned. Sally squawked with alarm and rushed off upstairs to compose herself. I smiled to myself as I watched her running upstairs, her legs uncertain and her knickers still pulled over to one side, exposing her bare arse.  The girls came in, Sandra first, then Helen. They both looked round for Sally.

 

"Where's mum?"

 

"Upstairs getting changed. You both ok?"

 

"Fine." They replied in unison.

 

Sandra followed Sally upstairs, Helen came to me immediately. We kissed and then I gave her tits a quick feel. She was certainly getting hot, as her hard little nipples demonstrated.  I began to stroke her inner thigh, and she gasped. Soon I had my hand on her tight snatch. I slipped my fingers into her knickers and began to stroke her pussy. My fingers were still wet from the finger fucking I had just given her mother! I felt her pussy getting wet, and slipped my finger between her lips and over her clit, just as I had done with Sally. Helen went rigid, closing her eyes and holding her breath. I wanted to bring her off right there in the living room, but I heard the sound of approaching footsteps. I quickly pulled my hand out of her knickers, and she smoothed her skirt back into place just as Sandra came into the room. Once again, she was dressed in a T-shirt and knickers.

 

"What's going on?" she asked.

 

"Nothing." Helen replied hurriedly. She gave me a conspiratorial look, then went upstairs to change.  Sally came down a few moments later, having changed her knickers to a black pair. She looked more composed now, but still blushed slightly when I smiled at her.   Once again all three of them seemed happy to wander round the house in just T-shirts and knickers that night. This gave me ample opportunity to have a little fun. As Sally was cooking the meal I stood alongside her and gently fondled her arse. She tried to push my hand away at first, but soon gave up and let my hand roam at will. I caressed each cheek in turn, before running my fingers down her crack and between her legs, where I gently tickled her pussy lips. She started to get turned on again, and was distracted from the cooking, which caused her to spill several ingredients. Finally, she hissed to me "Stop that! I can't concentrate on what I'm doing. Go and play with the girls."

 

"Fair enough!" I thought, and went in search of them. I found Sandra first. She was watching TV, sprawled on one of the sofas with her legs splayed apart. Her knickers had ridden up into her arse crack, and were pulled tight into her pussy. I knew that Helen must be upstairs doing homework, and Sally was busy cooking, so I thought I could have a little fun with Sandra.  I quickly put her under, then took a moment to examine her closely. I was going to enjoy abusing her!

 

"Sandra, do you think it is wrong for a man to touch your private parts?"

 

"Yes! I wouldn't let anyone touch me there. It's rude!"

 

"Not even me? Not even if it would make me really happy?"

 

She looked confused.

 

"Well, if it made you really happy, I suppose it would be ok."

 

"It would make me very happy Sandra. I would love to touch you in a way that was special to us. Would you like that too?"

 

"I'd like to have something special between us. I mean, you and mum love each other, and Helen is really close to you, but I haven't got anything like that."

 

"From now on you will like it when I touch you. It will make you feel special. It will be our secret, you mustn't tell anyone else, understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

"When I tell you to wake up, you will want to sit on my lap. If I touch you, you will feel special. Do you understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

I woke her up. She looked around her, then walked over to where I was sitting and climbed up into my lap. I put one arm around her waist, then let it slip until it was resting on her tight little arse. I cupped her cheek in my hand, and looked at her face to see that she was smiling contentedly. I decided to go a bit further.  I began to stroke her leg with my other hand. She sighed and cuddled into me even closer. I ran my fingers up to the top of her leg then pushed her arse forward slightly so that I could get at her crotch. Then I put my hand between her legs and felt the warmth radiating from her pussy. I could feel her slit, I could move her lips apart with my fingers. She didn't move, didn't complain. Far from it, she looked thoroughly happy.  I gently pushed the leg of her knickers to one side and slipped a finger in. Her pussy was completely bald, and her skin was like velvet. I stroked each lip in turn, then ran my finger along her slit. She giggled quietly to herself in an almost sleepy kind of way. I wanted to strip her and violate her right there! I told myself that I could do it, all I'd have to do was put Sally and Helen under and I could have any amount of fun with the thirteen-year-old. But part of me wanted to wait. 

 

There was a great deal of fun to be had just by manipulating each of them in turn. Now I had Sandra, I could take my time. I took my hand out of her knickers. She curled up on my lap like a contented cat and sighed again. My hand was still fondling her arse, now I could run my fingers over her crack, which was opened by her position. I could feel her puckered little anus beneath the fabric of her knickers. I quickly pushed my hand down into them and began to stroke her tight hole with my finger. I slipped my other hand into her T-shirt and felt for her budding tits. Despite the fuck I'd had with Sally just an hour or two ago, I felt my cock start to stiffen.  I pushed my finger against her anus. It was wonderfully tight. She squirmed slightly at the pressure I was applying, but otherwise didn't complain. I rubbed my finger up and down her arse crack, savouring the warmth and tightness, before I withdrew my finger. Her tiny tits were a delight. Barely a bump on her young chest, her nipples soft and puffy. I pinched one of them gently, causing her to squeal. I decide that was enough for now. There would be plenty of time to play with her later. I left her curled up happily on the sofa, and made my way to Helen's bedroom. 

 

She looked wonderful, sitting at her desk doing homework with just a T-shirt and plain white knickers on. She came to me as soon as I entered the room, flinging herself into my arms. We fell backwards onto the bed and she started to plant small wet kisses all over my face. "Oh God, Steve, I love you!"  I kissed her face, her mouth. My hands found first her tits, and then her plump arse. I began to squeeze and knead it, slipping my hand inside her knickers, I found her arse crack and began to probe her anus as I had just done to her sister. I moved my hand round to the front and searched for her tight twat. I ran my fingertips through her thin pubes, then pushed a fingertip into her slit and found her clit.  Her eyes rolled as I started to tease her sensitive bud. I felt it stiffen as her juices began to flow in response to my attentions. I ran my finger down to her tight hole, felt her breathing grow shallow. I gently inserted my fingertip, feeling her lips close around it. I began to slowly finger fuck her, pushing in a little further each time.

 

And then I hit her cherry. I could feel the small membrane stretch with each push of my finger. She clung on to me, her arms round my neck, face buried. Her small body tight with nerves. I continued to push against her hymen, stretching it, weakening it. All at once, it gave way. I felt my finger advance past the natural barrier. She gasped and clung tighter. Then I was able to push my finger all the way into her. The muscles of her tunnel closed tight around my finger. It was like warm velvet inside her cunt.  I started to tease her clit again with the tip of my thumb. She moaned and sighed, and I felt her tunnel getting wetter. My finger slipped in easily now, and her body started to relax as she gave herself over to the feelings. She released her grip around my neck and visibly relaxed. I continued to play with her clit with my thumb and slide my finger up and down her hot hole. I increased the pace of my strokes, pushing my finger in as far as I could, savouring the feel of a newly opened cunt, which was seeping juices now.  I looked at her pretty face as she lay there. Eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration, her jaw slack and open. Her small tits rose and fell rapidly. I reached up with my free hand and pushed her T-shirt up, exposing them. Then I began to lick and suck at the delicate buds. She began to whimper gently and started to rock her hips in time to my finger fuck. I pressed my thumb firmly onto the base of her clit, making the head stand out proudly. Her mouth closed, she bit her bottom lip, her face contorted in pleasure and concentration. And then she came! She reached down and grabbed the hand which was fucking her, holding it in place as the waves washed over her. She moaned and groaned loudly, bucking her hips, writhing around, until finally coming to rest, panting and gasping for breath.  As the orgasm subsided, she began to sob. "Oh!, I love you so much. You make me feel so wonderful. Don't ever leave me Steve, please. Stay with me forever. I do love you, honest I do Steve."

 

"I love you too." I murmured back.

 

"Will you make love to me, now?"

 

"Not now. Someone might hear us. Soon, maybe."

 

"Tomorrow? When Mum is out. Can we do it tomorrow? Please Steve. I really want to." She pleaded with me like the little girl she was.

 

"Maybe. We'll see." I had every intention of shagging her stupid as soon as Sally and Sandra were out of the way, but it was fun teasing her. Making her beg for it!   I stood up and looked down at her. Her legs were still spread wide, in the position she had adopted to allow me to finger fuck her. Her T-shirt was still bunched up near to her neck, her pink little nipples still stiff. I could feel my cock, hard as iron in my trousers. She looked down at the obvious bulge, then sat up. Her face was on a level with my crotch. She reached out and began to stroke the bulge.

 

"I think you'd like to make love." She said, absent-mindedly. She looked up at me, "Can I see it? Please Steve. Let me see your willy, can I?"

 

"Yes. OK."

 

She pulled my zip down and opened my trousers, peering inside. Then she put her hand inside and found my stiff member, fumbling around until she was able to bring it out. She looked at it for a moment, and then gently stroked it with her fingertips. It was all I could do to stop myself from shooting into her face! She looked fascinated by my cock, looking at it from different angles, still stroking it.  I was close to climax; the debauchery of the last thirty minutes had me just about ready to explode. I'd stroked Sally's arse, then had my hand in Sandra's knickers, and finally finger fucked Helen to orgasm, breaking her juvenile hymen as I did so. My balls were tight and my cock was throbbing as Helen stroked her fingers along my shaft with her cool fingers.  I told Helen to take her knickers off. She looked at me hopefully as she did so. I lay down on her bed and she immediately lay down beside me. I took hold of her hand and wrapped her hand around my shaft. "Let me show you how to make me feel really good." I said. I covered the head of my cock with her still warm knickers, then showed her how to wank a cock.   I lay back and enjoyed the sensations of her small hand wanking me off with long hard strokes. She was concentrating hard on the 'job in hand' and I could feel myself getting close. I groaned and shot spurts of jism into her girlish underwear. As my climax subsided I noticed the look on her face. She looked really proud! She was smiling like she'd just won a major award or something.

 

"Nice one!" I said to her. "I needed that!"

 

"Was it good?"

 

"Really good. You ever done that before?"

 

She blushed. "No, of course I haven't."

 

"You're a natural!"

 

She flushed with pleasure, clearly pleased with herself.

 

"Come on. I think we'd better go down stairs now, before they start to wonder where we are."

 

She looked at her knickers, now covered in semen. "What shall I do with these?"

I was so tempted to tell her to put them back on! "Put them in the washing basket and get some clean ones."

 

She padded off dutifully, put on a clean pair of knickers and then we went down together. She smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss before we joined the others in the dining room.  That night, in bed, Sally was very keen to screw. She stroked and caressed my cock, sucked on it, even wrapped it in her tits. I was determined not to come however. I wanted to save my energies for Helen! I fingered and licked her until she came to a sobbing, twitching climax. Then she lay beside me, silent, but awake. I could guess what she was thinking about. Her precious daughter and me alone together for a whole day. She knew what was going to happen, she had even encouraged it. But now the reality of it was upon her, and she was having doubts.  I put her under. I wasn't going to take the chance of her changing her mind on this one. I wanted Helen, and I was going to have her!

 

"Sally, you want me to make love to Helen. You think this is the best possible thing for Helen. She will be safe. She will be happy. I will look after her. She won't get hurt. Understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

"You will start to wonder if it might not be the best thing for me to make love to Sandra too. It would make sense. I would be making things safe for Helen by making love to her, why not keep things safe for Sandra? You'll start to think that it would be good for us all if I were to make love to her. Then we would all be together, like one happy family. You won't see anything wrong with me making love to Helen. It will seem like a healthy and natural thing to do. You'll start to think that it would be completely natural for me to do the same to Sandra. Understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

"You'll start to believe that I have every right to make love to both girls. After all, you love me, I'm a really nice man, and it would be good for the girls. You need to make me happy, Sally. If making love to Helen and Sandra would make me happy then you would want this to happen. You will start to believe that if you stopped this from happening, I might think you were being unreasonable. I might leave you Sally. You wouldn't want that to happen. You love me. You want me to be happy. It would make the girls happy. It would make you happy. You will want me to make love to them both. Understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

"When I wake you, these thoughts will occur to you, as if they were your own. You will spend the next hour unable to sleep. You will keep thinking about me making love to Helen and Sandra. The more you think about it, the more sensible it will seem; the more reasonable it will seem; the more you will want this to happen. After one hour, you will be able to sleep. You will be happy at the thought of me making love to them both. Understand?"

 

"Yes."

 

I brought her round, and after she had regained consciousness I gave her a quick goodnight kiss and turned over.  I could tell she was awake. She kept shifting position slightly, moving her arms around as she put her fingers to her lips in thought.  Sometimes she would murmur to herself, as if having a private conversation inside her head. I checked the clock. She had another twenty minutes of thinking about me and her daughters before she could even attempt to sleep. I started to drift off. I knew that by the time I woke, Sally would be convincing herself that I should have them both. Oh!, the fun I was going to have with the three of them!  

 

When I woke up next morning, Sally was already up. I could hear her in the bathroom, the shower was running and she was singing happily to herself. I went into the bathroom and watched as she soaped her lovely body under the hot water. I was sorely tempted to get in with her, but I told myself that I must wait. I didn't want to disappoint Helen!

 

"Morning love. You sound happy!"

 

She smiled warmly, "And why shouldn't I? It's the weekend, I'm going shopping and I've got you to come home to. What more could a girl want?"

 

"Well, if you put it like that!"

 

She stepped from the shower and reached for a towel. Her body was covered in droplets of water. She looked so sexy!  She quickly dried herself, not minding in the least that I had stayed to watch, and then she went back into the bedroom and started to dress.

 

"Are you getting up now, or are you going back to bed?" She asked.

 

"I thought I might have another half an hour in bed."

 

"Fine." Another smile, "Enjoy yourself. Me and Sandra will be off in a minute."

 

"OK. You have a good day, don't spend too much money!"

 

She left the bedroom and a few minutes later she called up, "We're off then. See you both later. Have a good time."

 

"I intend to" I thought to myself, a lecherous smile on my face. "Fine. Enjoy yourselves." I called to them both as the front door closed.  I got back into bed and waited. I heard the car doors close, the engine start and then it pulled away.  A few moments later I heard footsteps from Helen's room. The sound of feet coming fast towards me.  Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open and she stood there looking at me. She looked delightfully young in her pink cotton nightdress. Hair still a mess from sleep, a shy smile on her face.  She came over to her mother's side of the bed and sat down on it.

 

"Can I get into bed with you please?"

 

I smiled at her, "Sure, come on in."

 

She immediately dived under the covers and embraced me. I kissed her, and she responded by pushing her tongue into my mouth. I fondled her tits, noticing how the nipples quickly stiffened. She ran her hands over my chest and down to my hips. She slipped one hand between us and felt for my cock. Soon it was swelling in her small hand as she wanked me expertly.

 

"Do you always sleep naked?" She asked innocently.

 

"Always."

 

She sat up and began removing her nightdress, pulling it up over her head, revealing her small tits. She threw it to the floor and then started to wriggle out of her knickers, throwing them after her nightdress. Then she moved back to me and started stroking my cock again.  I played with her tits some more, teasing the nipples, sucking and licking them, listening to her gasp with pleasure. Then I ran my fingers down her spine until they reached the crack of her arse. She arched her back and shuddered. I stroked and kneaded her arse, slipping a finger between her cheeks to tickle her tight rose bud. Then I rolled her onto her back and began to stroke her sensitive inner thighs. She sighed contentedly as my fingers moved ever closer to her young twat.  I ran my finger gently along her slit, feeling her lips begin to moisten. Then I started to kiss her body. I started at her neck, then moved to her tits. I planted small kisses between them then moved lower still. I had never licked a virgin pussy before, and even though I had popped her hymen the previous day, this was too good an opportunity to miss.

 

I moved lower and lower, kissing the soft curve of her belly before planting some more on her soft mound. I moved her sparse covering of hair with my tongue before tickling and teasing the top of her crack with its' tip.  I moved between her legs, gently spreading them apart.  I knelt between them and licked along each pussy lip. She had gone rigid, panting for breath, gasping and moaning. I could taste her juices as they began to slip from her lips. I put one thumb on either side of her slit and pressed gently. Her lips parted and I could inspect her inner pussy. I pushed my tongue into the entrance to her tunnel and she moaned loudly.  I gently licked at her clit, and the effect was electric! She started to writhe around on the bed, gasping for breath. I sucked on her clit and she almost went into convulsions, her small body rigid, her face contorted in concentration.  I continued to torment her sensitive little bud, but also inserted a finger into her sopping wet tunnel. That drove her over the edge. She sobbed and cried, clamping her legs together and bucking her hips. She seemed to climax for minutes, and when she finally relaxed her eyes were red, tears flowing down her face which was flushed. I moved up to lie beside her and she was trembling as she came into my arms.

It took her some time to regain her breath. I could see her tits rise and fall rapidly. Finally, she seemed to regain some composure and looked into my face, wide eyed, overwhelmed.

 

"Oh Steve, I never knew it could be like that. Oh, that was amazing!"

 

She threw her arms round my neck. I rolled on top of her and she opened her plump thighs. I moved up the bed so that the head of my cock was just touching her slit. Then I pushed forward slightly so that my glans was between her lips. She shuddered and closed her eyes. I moved my hips causing my cock to run up and down her slit. Her arms tightened round my neck. I felt my cock slip into the entrance to her pussy, and slowly, carefully, I began to enter her.  Her eyes opened wide, fear written across her face.

 

"It'll be OK." I said.

 

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes again. Her grip tightened still further.

I pushed in further. Her pussy felt like velvet wrapped around my cock. I almost came! I withdrew slightly, then pushed in again, further this time. There was no resistance. Her hymen had given up. Finally, I was in her almost to the hilt. I waited for a moment, savouring the feeling of the muscles of her tight twat adjusting to my member. I fucked her gently at first, pushing into her with long slow strokes, withdrawing, pushing in again. She began to relax.  I started to increase the speed and depth of my strokes. I looked at her face, eyes closed, biting her lower lip.  Her pussy was wonderfully warm and wet, tight, yet soft. I could feel myself building to a climax. I halted, I didn't want to come too soon, I wanted to enjoy the moment, savour the conquest. I reached down and began to fondle her tits again. Her skin was so soft. I started to fuck her again, strong steady strokes. This time I allowed myself to climax. I felt it building and then I buried myself deep in her and shot my load. Her eyes opened wide as she felt jism shooting into her for the first time, and then I was lost in ecstasy. I felt her twat contract onto my cock as the first few streams of jism hit her, heightening my pleasure. And then I collapsed on top of her, gasping for breath.

 

She clung to me as I recovered from the best orgasm I'd had in years.  I rolled off her and she immediately embraced me, clinging to me as if her life depended on it.

 

"Oh God Steve!, that was wonderful. Oh, thank you so much. I thought it would hurt, but it didn't, not a bit. It just felt wonderful. I love you Steve."

 

I smiled to myself, "Of course you do!" I thought. I turned to her, looked into her schoolgirl eyes and said "I love you too, darlin'"

 

She smiled contentedly and snuggled down beside me.

 

We lay together for several minutes. I could feel the warmth of her body, see the slight rise and fall of her young tits, hear her soft breathing. She was mine now. Mine to enjoy, mine to corrupt, mine to do whatever I wanted with.

 

“Was that how it's supposed to be?” She asked, a nervous tremor in her voice.

 

“I don't understand what you mean, love.” I said soothingly.

 

“You know!” she sounded anxious now, “Was it like when you and Mum do it?”

 

“Sure. It was really good.” I assured her.

 

“What sort of things do you and Mum do though? I mean, I want to do it better. I only want to please you Steve.”

 

Oh God! She sounded so young. I felt my cock twitch!

 

“You did please me! Trust me, I really enjoyed that, and you'll get better, I promise!”

 

“That's what I mean! I want to get better; I want to please you. I love you Steve, you know that. I want to please you in every way I can. Please tell me what I can do to make it better for you, to be better for you.”

 

“There's plenty of time for you to learn, and I'm more than happy to teach you, I promise!”

 

“But tell me the sort of things that grown-ups do.” She insisted.

 

“Well, you know how I kissed and licked you before we made love?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“Well, a woman can do that to a man, too.”

 

“You mean……………. put his thing into her mouth?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“Oh!”

 

“But if you don't feel able to do that….”

 

“I didn't say that!”

 

“No, I, know. I'm just saying, that you don't have to…”

 

“I want to!“ She said defiantly.

 

“Well maybe some time in the future?”

 

“I can do it! Really I can. I want to do it, I want to make you happy Steve, honest I do.”

 

“I know you do my darling. Listen, let's talk about this later. Why don't we have a shower.” I said.

 

“Together?”

 

“Sure, why not?”

 

She looked slightly shocked by the idea, but she wasn't about to refuse me anything.

 

“OK.”

 

She followed me into the bathroom and stood watching as I turned on the water. I stepped under the shower and motioned for her to join me. She did so, slightly reluctantly, her eyes raking over the length of my body. As we stood together under the warm flow I began to lather her young body. She leaned in close to me as I ran my soapy hands down her back and over her plump little arse. Then I soaped her tits and leant back to savour the sight of her two small mounds covered in warm soapy water.

Next I began to wash her thin patch of pubic hair. She shuddered as I ran my fingers between her legs and along her slit. I gently pushed a finger between her lips and teased the entrance to her tight hole. Then I found her clit and smiled inwardly as I watched her stiffen as the waves of pleasure began to radiate through her.

 

I pushed my finger deep into her cunt, pressing my thumb onto her clit as I did so. She reached out a hand to steady herself, letting it rest on my shoulder. I felt her fingers tighten as the feelings intensified. Her eyes closed in concentration, and she began to rock her hips gently back and forth in time to my finger fuck. I couldn't help but take in the view. Sally's fifteen year old daughter was standing stark naked in front of me, my semen leaking out of her recently violated slit as she gyrated on my finger, rocking her pussy back and forth on my fingers. And then she came again. Her chin dropped on to her chest and she began to gasp for breath. Her fingers gripped my shoulders tightly, and then her body began to shake. Great tremors ran the length of her small frame. Finally, she collapsed against me, sobbing and drawing in ragged breaths of air.

As she recovered from her orgasm she reached down and began to stroke my cock, which was already stiffening.

 

“Shall I show you how to make me feel great?”

 

“Oh, yes please Steve. I love you.” She gasped, “ I want to make you feel fantastic, they way you've made me feel. I'll do anything for you, Steve, you know I will.”

 

I lifted her hand put a finger in my mouth. Then I began to suck and lick the tip of her finger. She looked at me curiously; huge, wide, innocent eyes. She was enjoying the sensations I was creating in her.

 

“Can you do this to me?”

 

She nodded, and immediately started to suck and lick at my finger. Her mouth was warm, her tongue wrapping itself around my finger.

 

“That's good, really good. Now, do you want to make me feel fantastic?”

 

“Mmmm!” she nodded enthusiastically.

 

“Come with me.” I turned off the shower and went and lay down on the bed. She followed obediently.  I motioned for her to go down on me.  She thought for a moment; she looked faintly disturbed by the idea.

 

“Does Mum do this for you?”

 

“Oh, yes, all the time. She likes to do it.”

 

She took hold of my cock, wanking it gently. Then she moved slowly down until it was just inches from her face. She was torn between wanting to please me and being uneasy about putting a cock in her mouth. I could have put her under, of course, made her want to suck me more than anything else in the world, but I wanted her to do it of her own volition. 

 

She leaned forward and gently kissed the tip. She drew back, looked at it intently, then kissed it again. She continued to wank me, then put out her tongue and licked at the head. I groaned with pleasure at the sight of the pretty fifteen-year-old licking my stiff cock. She looked up at me, with those huge, adoring eyes and smiled. Then she opened her mouth and lowered her head onto my glans.

 

I sighed as I felt her lips close around the head of my cock. And then she started to gently suck. The feelings were fantastic. Could there be anything better than having a cute little fifteen-year old girl suck your cock? She started to use her tongue as I had shown her, swirling it around and across my glans. Then she started to bob her head up and down, still wanking and sucking. I shuddered with pleasure. I reached for her other hand and guided it to my balls. She immediately started to stroke and tickle them, and I sighed contentedly. She was a natural!

 

I lay back on the bed and watched her sucking at my stiff member. I was determined to hold out for as long as I could, savouring the delicious sensations, but within a few minutes I felt my climax building. My first spurt caught her by surprise, hitting the back of her throat and causing her to start coughing. She pulled her head away only to have the next spurt spray across her pretty face. Her eyes opened wide with shock. Instead of pulling away she put her mouth back over my cock as I fired more jism at her. I was lost in the pure ecstasy as her warm lips wrapped around my shaft.

 

As my orgasm subsided I looked down at Helen, who was still sucking happily on my now deflating member. She looked a treat! Stark naked, plump little tits and pink nipples, her face spattered with my cum, huge eyes looking up at me, pink lips wrapped around my cock. An absolute delight!  I pulled her to me. She started chattering “Was that alright? Did I do it right? I did it wrong didn't I? Oh I'm sorry Steve, I'll do it better next time, I promise.”

 

Once I'd reassured her that she'd done fine, she began to laugh.

 

“It felt really strange at first, I didn't think I'd like it. Then when I could see you were enjoying it, I started to enjoy it too. It felt really weird, but nice too. After a little while I started to like the taste of it. Is that how it's supposed to be? And then when it started to shoot, I didn't know what to do, and it surprised me. Did that spoil it for you?” She was giggling to herself as the words came tumbling out of her. She made no attempt to wipe the cum from her face, and when I pointed it out to her, she simply rubbed it away with her hand.  I finally managed to calm her down, after telling her several times that it had been fine.

 

“Did you enjoy doing that for me?”

 

“Oh Yes! Oh Steve it was really good. I love being able to make you happy, it did make you happy, didn't it?”

 

“Very happy!”

 

“It was like, I didn't feel so stupid doing it. I felt like I was doing something as an equal, does that make sense?”

 

“Sure it does. So you'd like to do it again then?”

 

“Oh yes, I'd love to.” And with that she started to lower her head again. I laughed out loud, and she looked hurt.

 

“What's so funny?”

 

“Nothing. I didn't mean do it again right now! Are you trying to wear me out or something? I only asked if you'd like to do it again because some women don't like it, that's all!”

 

She smiled, “Oh, I see. Why don't they like it? I think it's brilliant! Oh Steve! I love you so much. You make me feel like a proper woman.”

 

“Well, you are a proper woman.” I told her. She almost purred with satisfaction, wrapping her body over mine.  We stayed in bed for another hour or so. I was in no hurry to move, and she was clearly happy to lay in my arms, dozing contentedly. Finally, I insisted that we got up and dressed. She padded off to her own room to get her clothes; I savoured the view of her plump little arse as she left the room. She returned a few minutes later, in T-shirt and jeans, looking like any other innocent fifteen-year-old. I smiled to myself. There was plenty of fun to be had with this one!

 

I spent the rest of the day pottering around the house and garden, doing a variety of small jobs. Where ever I went, Helen went too. She couldn't bear for me to be out of her sight for a moment. She bombarded me with questions about every little thing I did. Finally, I'd had enough. She was fun to play with, had a nice body and gave pretty good head for a girl her age, but her need for constant attention was getting on my nerves. I put her under, and then gave her an urgent need to go to her room and write out all her sexual fantasies. She was to commit every detail to paper, and use the dirtiest language she knew. Then she was to write out her worst fears, what filled her with dread when it came to boys. She was to take at least two hours considering and writing. Then I woke her up.

 

She had a confused look on her face for a few moments before saying that she needed to do some homework and leaving me in peace. I heaved a sigh of relief as she went. I'd underestimated how high maintenance a teenage ‘girlfriend' could be. I made myself some coffee and enjoyed the solitude.  A couple of hours later and she was back.

 

“Did you finish your homework then?”

 

She blushed furiously and nodded.

 

“Let's see it then.”

 

“No! No, you can't. It's not very good, and I don't think you should waste your time reading it.”

 

“What subject was it, English?”

 

“No, History.”

 

“Great! I like History. Go and get it and let me see it.”

 

“No, please Steve, it's really not very good. Just leave it. Please?”

 

I put her under again and told her that what she wanted most in the world was to read what she had written to me. She would have to do this, no matter how embarrassing it became. Then I woke her.  She looked most uncomfortable; her body language told me that she was dreading what was about to happen, but unable to do anything about it.

 

“Steve, I've changed my mind. Can I read what I have written to you?”

 

I smiled to myself, it was such fun watching her agony! “Sure, go ahead.”

 

She disappeared upstairs and came back a few moments later with a note pad. I settled myself into a comfortable chair and waited for the entertainment to begin. She stood a few feet from me, fidgeting nervously.

 

“OK, go ahead.”

 

She started to mumble, incoherently.

 

“Speak up. I can't hear you.”

 

“What I would most like to do with you. I would really like to spend all day in bed with you. No one else would be at home, and we'd be in bed together with no clothes on….”

 

She carried on mumbling away, her face scarlet with embarrassment. It was very tame stuff. She wanted me to play with her body. What made it so amusing was the words she used. Her monologue was littered with words like ‘pussy' and ‘button'. She said she wanted to suck my ‘dick' before I ‘shagged' her. I decided to make the session more interactive.

 

“Would you like me to suck your tits?”

 

She gasped. “Yes.”

 

“Then say it.”

 

“I'd like you to suck my, my….”

 

“Tits.”

 

“Yes, my tits.” She blushed furiously, from her hairline all the way down to her chest. She squirmed around, clearly desperate to stop but unable to.

 

“So, you'd like me to put my hand down your knickers, is that right?”

 

“Mmmm.”

 

“Tell me what you'd like me to do.”

 

“I'd like you to touch my pussy, stroke it. It feels really nice when you do that. And then I'd like you to touch my button.”

 

“Call it your clit.”

 

She gasped again. “I'd like you to touch my …” She hesitated, deliciously!

“…my clit.”

 

I thought she was going to faint. From being scarlet with shame, she was now as white as a sheet!

 

“Can I stop now, please?”

 

“Is that the end?”

 

“No. There's more.”

 

“Let's hear it then.”

 

She hung her head in shame and embarrassment, then continued to read. She told me how she loved looking at my cock, loved to stroke it, feel it swell in her hand. She loved being able to please me, how she felt ‘all grown up' when she was sucking my cock.

 

“Tell me how you feel about boys.”

 

“I don't like boys, not the boys at school anyway. They're horrible, always saying really crude things then laughing, like they're really big and clever or something.”

 

“What sort of things do they say?”

 

“Well, sometimes, if I'm with my friend Susan, they'll say really rude things to us. Susan's got big boobs, they're much bigger than mine, and they'll stare at her and then say rude things.”

 

“Like what?”

 

More blushing.  “They'll say ‘nice tits' to Susan, and then look at me, like they're comparing or something. Sometimes they'll hang around in gangs at the bottom of the stairs, trying to look up our skirts. Sometimes they say stuff like ‘nice knickers' or ‘why don't you open your legs and give us a better look?' Once we were doing games and we had to run around the playing field. It was raining and we all got wet. Then this gang of fifth year boys came out of lessons and stood watching us. They laughed when the wind blew up our skirts and whistled if they saw our knickers. The games teacher didn't do anything about it, he just let them do it. We all had white T-shirt's on, and when they got wet you could see our bra's through them. They kept pointing and laughing at us, shouting things like ‘don't wear a bra next time, we want to see your tits'. They're horrible, I hate them.”

 

“You don't like them looking at you?”

 

“No! I hate it. They're disgusting.”

 

“What about the men teachers, what are they like?”

 

“They're mostly ok.”

 

“Who's the worst?”

 

“Mr. Roberts. He's one of the games teachers and he's really horrible. He's the one who let the fifth year boys say all those horrible things to us. And he's always looking at us girls in a funny way.”

 

“What sort of way?”

 

“I don't know. He just looks at us funny. It makes me feel really uncomfortable.”

 

I had an idea. I put her under, then told her that when she woke she was to go upstairs, put on her games kit and imagine that she had just finished a games lesson. She would be on her way to the changing rooms, but had been delayed. She would bump into Mr Roberts. I would be the teacher, and she would have to comply with my orders.  Naturally, she wouldn't recognise me as Steve, but as the terrifying Mr. Roberts. Then I woke her up and she trotted off upstairs.  She came down a few minutes later wearing a white polo shirt and short grey games skirt. She had tied her hair in a neat ponytail and the ensemble was completed by her white socks and trainers.  She stood, looking around her for a moment and I started to play.

 

“Jones, isn't it?”  She jumped.

 

“Yes sir.”

 

“Yes, I remember. Squirmy little Jones. What are you doing here, girl.”

 

“I've just had a games lesson sir, I'm going to get changed.”

 

“Yes, well you're too late, girl. The female changing room is locked up, you'll have to use the male ones. I'll fetch your clothes for you, follow me to the showers.”

 

She looked horrified.

 

“Come on girl, get a move on.”

 

“Nnnno sir.” She stammered. “I can't use the male changing room. Someone might come in.”

 

“You'll do as you're told. Now come with me, I'm going to make sure that you shower properly, can't have any dirty, smelly little girls in our nice clean school, can we?”

 

“Nnnno sir.”

 

“Right. So get a move on.”

 

I flicked up her skirt and gave her a smart smack on her knickers. She turned to face me, eyes wide and jaw open with shock.

 

“Now come with me, Jones, and let's have no more of your nonsense.”

 

“Yes sir.” She mumbled, her bottom lip quivering. I made my way to the bathroom, and she padded along behind me. She stood in the middle of the bathroom, head bowed, hands clasped in front of her, a picture of misery. I turned the shower on, making sure that the water temperature was only just above freezing.

 

“Right Jones.” I barked, “Get in that shower and get cleaned up. I'll be back in two minutes with your clothes and a towel.” I turned and left the room. On the landing I waited for a moment or two, listening. I could hear her shuffling around. I waited for a few more moments before re-entering the bathroom.  She was still standing, fully clothed.

 

“Get a move on girl. You've got about three minutes to get showered and out of here before the fifth year rugby team come in. I'm not going to keep them waiting for a drippy little girl like you, so unless you want to share with the rugby team you'd better get a move on.”

 

She yelped with alarm and kicked off her trainers and socks, then she started to remove her polo shirt. She stopped and looked at me, nervously.

 

“Please sir, aren't you going to leave?”

 

“No I am not, you cheeky little thing. I have to get this room ready for the fifth years, and I'm also going to make sure you clean yourself properly. Now get a move on. Come on, you haven't got anything I haven't seen before. Stop being such a drip, unless you want to put on a show?”

 

She groaned with misery and continued to remove her top. She let it fall limply to the floor, then reached for the catch of her skirt. She dropped the skirt and stood in just her bra and plain white knickers. She looked at me imploringly.

 

“Two and a half minutes, Jones.”

 

She sobbed, turned her back on me, then quickly removed her bra and slipped her knickers down and stepped out of them. She stepped into the shower and squealed with alarm.

 

“What is the matter with you now, girl?” I barked.

 

“Sir, it's cold, sir.”

 

“I never heard such a fuss. Get cleaned, quickly now.” I stood back and watched her rub soap over her body, she continued to sob.

 

“Make sure you wash your back properly, girl. I'm watching.”

 

She lathered the soap into her back. Then ducked under the cold stream of water to wash the suds away.

 

“I'm done sir.” She said through chattering teeth.

 

“Right, let's have a look at you then, turn around and let me see if you're clean enough.”

 

She slowly turned to face me. Head bowed, one arm across her plump little tits, the other hand trying to cover her mound.

 

“Get your hands down girl, I want to be sure you've done it properly.”

 

She was crying openly now, tears rolling down her already wet face. She let her arms drop to her sides, her shoulders hunched dejectedly. Her skin was a mass of goose bumps and her nipples jutted out proudly.

 

“Turn round.” She did so at once. I took in the view of her pretty, plump pink arse.

 

“Right, you can get dry now then.” I snapped at her, throwing her a towel. She grabbed it desperately, clutching it to her body. I stood and watched as she rubbed her skin dry. I felt my cock throbbing and decided that I had to have her again. Still sniffing back the tears, she had wrapped herself in the towel and was picking up her clothes from the bathroom floor.  I moved to her in a swift movement, knocking the clothes out of her hand and grabbing the towel.

 

“Now, I'll show you what happens to dirty little girls who waste my time.”

 

She shrieked with alarm and held on to the towel desperately. She was no match for me of course, and I dragged it from her body and threw it away.

 

“Sir! Please sir, don't sir.”

 

Her hands had folded protectively across her body. I took hold of each wrist and pulled them apart, exposing her naked tits to my gaze. I deliberately looked her up and down, my gaze lingering on her tits and the wisp of hair I could just see at the top of her slit. Her thighs were clamped tightly together, trying to protect her sweet pussy.  I grinned at her.

 

“Sir, you can't do this, stop it sir. Please sir, please.” Her pleading became more urgent as my eyes ran down her body. She was trying to back away from me, trying to pull her arms free of my grip. I reached behind her head and grabbed hold of her ponytail, jerking her head back. I put my face close to hers and said through gritted teeth.

 

“Listen to me, Jones, I can do anything I want to you, understand? Just do as you're told, and you won't get hurt. Mess me about and you'll live to regret it, now shut up whining.”

 

Her eyes were wide with fear, she was unable to move. I roughly grabbed hold of her left tit, running my fingers over the sensitive nipple. She sobbed again.

 

“Please sir, please let me go. I won't tell anyone, I promise. Please let me go sir.”

 

“Tell anyone you like. No one will believe a drippy little girl like you, Jones. Your type are always making up stories about being raped by teachers, no one takes any notice of you any more.”

 

At my use of the word ‘raped' terror flashed across her eyes. She began to shake her head and started trying to push me away. I slapped her across the face, she gasped and fell backwards. I pulled her to the floor, pinning her beneath me. She continued to writhe and struggle, her hands pushing at my chest.

 

“Please Sir. Please let me go. I'm ever so sorry Sir. I'll be good from now on Sir, I promise Sir, please let me go Sir, Oh please Sir…”

 

I reached down and opened my trousers, freeing my aching cock. She cried out and began to struggle even more vigorously.

 

“Now, let's see what you've got down here, shall we.” I said calmly, and began to feel between her legs.

 

“No! Oh no Sir, please sir, please don't. Sir, please don't do this to me Sir, please Sir.”

 

I pressed my hand against her slit. She made a choking noise. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, her face a picture of misery and fear. I pushed a finger into her dry slit. She bit her lower lip. I positioned my cock at the entrance to her tunnel and began to gently push in. She groaned with misery. I continued to rock back and forth, nudging the head of my cock deeper into her. Her pussy was warm and tight and her body was wonderfully tense as she felt herself being raped.  As a defence mechanism, her body had started to lubricate her pussy, allowing me easier access. Within a minute of two I was able to push in to the hilt. As I started to build a rhythm I pushed her legs as far apart as I could, giving me even greater access. She moaned and sobbed at this, still suffering the violation by her hated teacher. I started to grope her tits, pinching the nipples. She was sobbing now, eyes closed to shut out the monster on top of her. I licked and sucked at her tits, she screwed up her face in disgust.

 

I thrust my hands under her plump arse, forcing her hips up. I pulled at her cheeks then placed my finger over her tight little hole. I started to push my finger into her and her eyes opened wide with shock.

 

“Sir? Please sir, don't Sir. It'll hurt me sir.”

 

I withdrew my finger, brought it to my mouth and licked it. She looked disgusted. Then I quickly put it back to her anus and pushed again. She started to wriggle around, trying to evade the intruder, there was a look of panic on her face, she was gasping for breath.

“Please sir, No. Pleeeeeeeeeese.”

 

Her voice rose almost to a scream as my finger overcame the resistance of her sphincter and penetrated her back door. Her face was contorted with shock and discomfort, she bucked beneath me, trying to dislodge the finger in her arse. I continued to pound into her, her movements heightening my pleasure, I drove my finger deep into her bowels as I violated her young cunt.  I felt myself building to a powerful climax. I drove my cock deep into her tight snatch and started to shoot into her. She moaned with misery as she felt each spurt inside her, and then I collapsed on to her.

 

 

As I started to recover I pulled my finger out of her arse and held it to her face.  She groaned and turned her head away. I looked down at her. Her eyes were closed tightly, but tears were escaping and running down her face. She looked a picture of misery. Wonderful!  I was tempted to let her suffer for a while longer, but decided that I had better repair the damage. I put her under and carefully removed her memory of the preceding three hours. She would remember nothing of the ‘homework' exercise, of our question and answer session or the rape at the hands of the evil Mr. Roberts. Instead, she would think she had been in her room reading for the last hour or so, and before that, she had been helping me with a few little jobs around the house. I told her to think that she had imagined the scene where she was made to undress and shower in front of a strange man. I told her that she would find this idea exciting. She would remember this scene when she went to bed, and she would play with her body until she climaxed, imagining herself naked and showering in front of a total stranger. Then I gave her three minutes to go to her room, get dressed and put her games kit away before waking up.

I went downstairs, made myself another coffee and sat down in front of the TV. She came down a few minutes later looking slightly flushed, as if she was mildly excited or embarrassed. I guessed it was both as she went over the fantasy I'd given her of showering in front of a stranger.  She came and sat next to me, looking me with those adoring eyes again. She smiled contentedly at me, I grinned back.

 

“What are you so happy about?” I asked.

 

“Can't you guess?” She giggled. “It's you, you've made me a woman today and I love you so much.”

 

She clearly believed all that romantic crap about being in love with the man of her dreams who had turned her from a girl to a woman. Truth was, I was only really interested in her because she was so young! If I'd told her the truth her whole world would have fallen apart.

 

I smiled back at her. “I love you too.”

 

She looked troubled. “Are we being unfair to Mum?”

 

“How do you mean?”

 

“Well, she loves you too. How would she feel if she knew what we'd been doing this morning?”

 

“Do you want to tell her?”

 

“No! I don't want to take the chance that she'll break us up. You won't tell her, will you Steve? Please tell me that you won't tell her.”

 

“Well, I won't say anything for now. We'll just have to se how it goes.”

 

I smiled to myself. Poor old Sally was going to have to live with the ‘knowledge' that she had wanted me to screw her eldest daughter. She'd wanted it more than anything else. Soon she'd want me to abuse her youngest daughter too! 

 

Sally and Sandra arrived back about an hour later. As soon as they came in, Helen sloped off to her room. She was obviously having difficulty looking her mother in the eye. Sally picked up on this at once.

 

“Is everything ok?”

 

“Sure, fine.” I smiled. “We've had a nice morning together.”

 

“She seemed a bit upset or something.”

 

“Can't think why. Why don't you go and have a word with her?”

 

Sally nodded and took herself off upstairs. A few moments later Sandra came back into the room with a handful of biscuits. She looked cute in her bright red T-shirt and blue jeans.

 

“Did you have a good time then?” I asked.

 

“Yeah! It was good. We did loads of clothes shops, and we bought some great stuff.”

 

“Like what?”

 

“Oh, just some girlie stuff. You wouldn't get it, cos you're just a man!”

 

“Just a man? Come here and say that you little minx.” I pulled her to me and began to tickle her. She giggled and shrieked with delight, then fell into my arms as I collapsed on the sofa. As she settled down, I reached for the button of her jeans and popped it open. I looked into her eyes and she giggled again. I pulled the zip of her jeans down and smiled at the sight of the pink knickers. I slipped my hand inside the waistband of her underwear and started to push towards her crotch.

 

She leaned back against me and straightened her legs, allowing me easier access to her most secret place. She had learned so fast! She loved being touched by me, loved being abused. I smiled at her. I pushed my hand further down until I could feel the top of her bald slit. Once again I marvelled at the smoothness of her skin, like velvet.  I let my fingers linger for a moment on her mound, then pushed my hand between her thighs. I could feel the smoothness of her pussy lips. I stroked them with my middle finger a few times. She sighed happily. I gently pushed my finger between her lips. I could feel the entrance to her virgin tunnel, tight and warm. I pushed the tip of my finger into her. She grunted quietly, but made no attempt to move away. She was completely relaxed with what I was doing, and so I was able to slip my finger into her until I felt her hymen. I withdrew then. I didn't want to spook her by causing any pain – that might come later.

I moved my attention to her tiny little clit, hiding under its' hood. I started to stroke and coax it out, running my fingertip over it and rubbing in tiny circles. All the time I was watching her face. For a few moments her expression didn't change, then she gasped and her eyes rolled.

 

“Oh!” She exclaimed. “Oh Steve, that's lovely.”

 

“Good” I murmured.

 

I continued to stimulate her hard little bud, then slid my finger back to her cunt. She was wet! Her hot little slit was responding to my attentions and I could feel a definite wetness there. She looked alarmed for a moment; she may have been remembering the episode where she had wet herself. She started to sit up.

 

“It's ok, really.” I said gently and she settled back into my arms. I continued to explore the warm folds of her pussy, pushing my finger into her repeatedly, feeling her hymen flex under the pressure of my invasion. Then I returned to her clit, still rigid and hard to the touch.  I began to stroke it, pushing the hood back and stimulating the sensitive head. She gasped and moaned gently. She started to rock her hips in time to my strokes, in the way her mother and sister had done so recently! I had a picture in my mind of the three of them lying next to each other on a bed, stark naked and frigging themselves to climax while I watched. I felt my cock stiffening yet again. I was in pervert heaven! As much adult and juvenile pussy as I could play with, and no one to interfere. Bloody marvellous!  I heard voices coming from upstairs. Sally and Helen sounded like they may be about to join us. I pulled my hand slowly out of her knickers. She moaned in disappointment.

 

“Why?” She whined.

 

“Your Mum and Helen are coming back.” I giggled.  “Don't worry.” I laughed, “I'll do it again I promise.”

 

“Honest? Will you do it soon? Oh please do it again soon Steve, please.”

 

“Do what again?” Helen demanded.

 

“Nothing.” Sandra said hastily.

 

“Do what again?” She asked again, an angry tone to her voice.

 

“I was just giving her a bit of a cuddle, that's all.”

 

She looked at us both, suspicion written all over her face. I would have to do a bit of attitude adjustment, I thought. No point having Sally nicely subdued, only to have Helen being a pain in the arse. I decided to have a little chat with all three of them that evening.

 

“Everything ok?” Sally asked.

 

I turned to face her. She had discarded her shoes and jeans, now stood before me dressed only in a pair of black knickers and a black T-shirt.

 

“Couldn't be better.” I grinned at her. I'd spoken no word of a lie – I was having a wonderful time, and for the time being at least, so were Sally, Helen and Sandra.