Playtime
By Crossmanx at - crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - comments and ideas welcome.
When everyone else is playing with your friends instead of you!


Playtime

Thomas Clifton stretched, rolled his head and shoulders and gave a sigh, then
he got down to the important thing, he picked up the cup in front of him and
took a good swig of his coffee! The first cup of coffee in the morning was
always the best, and this was how he liked to start his day, stood here, all
by himself, just him and his coffee and then, DING! DONG! He looked up at the
kitchen clock and "now who can that be at this time?" He takes another swig of
his coffee, hoping that whoever it is will go away so he can enjoy, in peace,
just for once, his coffee. But, DING! DONG! "Dame, just for once I'd like to
finish my coffee!" and in a bit of a huff, he put his coffee down and went off
to answer the door.

At the front door he pulled it open and abruptly, "Yes! What ... ... " Then
Thomas stopped as he saw just who it was there, and somehow the fact that he'd
been disturbed halfway through his coffee didn't seem to matter anymore.
"Well, Hello!" Stood there on his doorstep looking, well looking quite lovely,
quite pleasing, quite sexy was a young woman, a girl. A good-looking girl who
had a very obvious appeal to her and all this made the man smile. A quite
broad smile that he now had, as he took a moment to take in just how tempting
she looked, and she did look so ... ... !

The girl was Mandy and as she was a young, sweet looking thing, as her
schoolgirl uniform was a bit of a giveaway. Thomas could see she looked 'Nice'
and he liked what he saw. She was indeed nice, with a youthful appeal but a
schoolgirl of an age were innocence and enticement depended on your point of
view. But also, a girl with this look in her eye that told you no matter how
she dressed, how she smiled and how 'innocent' she might seem, she was a girl
of some 'experience!' Mandy had a look about her that could make a man's heart
flutter, just a bit. A look of sweetness, with that touch of innocent in her
soft, face, and a beaming smile that could melt the hardest of men and with
big blues eyes. But if you looked hard and deep enough there was this sparkle
that told you, 'Beware what's behind the smile!' Then when that smile turned
into a grin, that sparkle turned into a 'glint' that also said, 'Go on, you
know you want too!'

With these looks she had to be a blond, and of course she was, with long, long
hair way down past her shoulders and tied into platted pigtails. Pigtails that
always, just always, seemed to lay to her front and down on her chest, making
them even more, noticeable! Being a youthful kind of a girl, a schoolgirl she
was dressed in a way that left you in no doubt as to where she should be going
to this morning.

There was few of her own touches to her uniform, of course, like the pair of
heavy looking boots on her feet, large but somehow, these didn't look too out
of place and kind of suited her too. Then there were these long pair of white
socks, the really long ones that went up to her knees. Past these were her
good, toned looking thighs and a short dark blue skirt, past this, a
traditional white blouse with a couple of those top buttons undone and a loose
red school tie. Over her blouse was a red cardigan and over her shoulder the
long strap of her bag, that hung down low and probably, should, contain all
her schoolwork!

Thomas took a second, or two, to take this all in, take in how good the girl
looked and of course he had to smile, and his morning coffee having been
disturbed was all forgotten about now. Nothing was said there was just that
lovely smile from the girl and that grinning smile from the man. Then, and
without anything being said, the girl just casually strolled into the house.
Thomas watched as she came in and, as if she knew where she was going, she
headed off down the hallway towards the kitchen. Leaving the man standing
there holding the door open for her, then watching her from behind as she went
off and then he could close then main front door after her.

Thomas liked the view he had, watching her walk off, and waited until she'd
turned the corner that headed off towards the kitchen before, he closed the
door. The view of her walking down that hallway was too good not to be
admired. He followed on, Thomas' grin became more prominent, and dirtier, as
he started to have a few 'thoughts' now! As he got to the end of the hallway,
turned and went through the archway into the kitchen area, there she was. Many
was stood there it the middle of the open area that led off towards the
sliding doors and out into the garden. She'd turned round, ready for him to
enter the area after her, now she was looking at him, and she could see the
look he had. It was almost a look of 'wanting', that he had on his face, but
of 'wanting' what? She grinned as she now thought!

Thomas was indeed looking at her, with a bit of dirty grin, a look as if he
was trying to send the girl a message. Then Mandy moved one of her shoulders,
rotated it so the strap of the bag she had with her, now slipped off, allowing
the schoolbag to drop down to the floor. Freeing the girl of that burden, and
making the man grin even more at the 'message' she was sending him! Thomas was
not the kind of man to miss an opportunely, so he took a step towards the
schoolgirl. At the same time, he undone the cord around him and throw open the
dressing gown, the white one, he was wearing, letting it fall away and drop
down to the kitchen floor. As if he was getting ready for something!

He stood there now in just his boxers, grinning, still that dirty grin of his
and now it was the turn of the girl to look. To stare and take in how this
man, in just his boxers, how he looked and he looked kind of OK to her! Thomas
was in his early 40's and was someone who had looked after himself, sports,
gym, running all of that, so he was quite fit, well the girl thought so. And
as he took a step towards her, still grinning, the girl gave a slight giggle
and bit the side of her lip. Which the man liked a lot, as it made her look
even more temping and innocent, it sent him 'another message', and so as he
got closer to her. As this older man, grinning man, in just his boxers was
coming in close to her, to this sweet and innocent looking schoolgirl, as he
got close, WHACK! OOWWHH!

The 'innocent' girl, biting on the side of her mouth in that tempting way, she
twisted her hips, sharply, quickly, then bringing her leg around, up and high.
She drove her school 'shoe', that boot into the side of the face of the 'fit'
man that was coming her way. Well, he was a bit of a 'hunk', quite handsome in
an older man way, even a bit of a 'Dilf' way, a 'Dad ... ... well you know the
rest!' But still Mandy was the kind of girl that also liked to have some
'extra fun' when it came to men. Some 'extra', 'special' kind of fun!

The temping schoolgirls strike caught Thomas, with just one thing on his mind,
caught him out just as she'd knew it would. Well, he was just a man, and a
girl like Many has a way of teasing, of wrapping any man around her finger, in
her own way for her own use! That high swivel kick, that school boot across
his face made Thomas shudder, his body shock and the inside of his head spun
around and around. A good kick that hurt him, shocked him, well he'd been
expecting, hoping for something a bit different, but the girl had just wanted
to play!

As he shook and Mandy had brough her leg down she went for him again, lurching
forwards, reaching out, gabbing onto his arms. With a good grip she yanked the
stunned man to her, pulling on him and then, THUD! UUUUHHHH! Now it was her
knee that was doing the 'damage.' Up squarly into his boxers and now the man's
sudden 'interest' in the schoolgirl was quashed, or was that squashed by her
knee. As she struck for a second time the air was driven, was forced out of
the older man, making his gasp and fall forwards as he tried to deal with this
new sudden pain.

But as he fell the girl still had one or two more tricks up her sleeves so to
speak. Still gripping onto the upper part of his arms, and with quite a tight
grip, she now hopped and changed legs, WHACK! Now sending her other knee up
into the falling man's upper body as he fell forwards. With the knee to his
groin and now this to his torso, all of that remaining vital air had been
driven out of him and he was in trouble. But the schoolgirl took some pity of
him, after all he was still a bit of a hunk so the girl didn't want to hurt
him, too much, just in case?

So, letting go of her grip on his arms, Thomas now dropped down onto him
knees, wheezing and grasping for breath, and as he went onto his knees, SMACK!
Well, Mandy just couldn't resist, a twist and raising of her leg and a
well-placed schoolgirl thigh went slamming into the side of his manly, shocked
looking face, as he dropped down there. There was also a new look of hurt and
pain on his face as he knelt there, so a good thigh there would only go to get
rid of, to replace that look, wouldn't it. That blow, that soft yet strong and
firm thigh sent that look off of Thomas face and also sent him toppling over.
Falling down onto the cold hard floor of his kitchen. Of course, this wasn't
what he'd been hoping for, only a couple of minutes earlier, but then again,
Mandy did have a 'way' of changing many a situation. Change any situation into
something that favoured her, rather than anyone else.

As he hit the floor the man shock again, the boot, the knee, both of them and
the thigh had all taken their toll on this man, Thomas. He was down on the
floor after getting what he deserved, and while he lay there, and before Mandy
could make her next move. The man took his chance to refill his lungs with
vial air. Then, just before Mandy moved again, there was the sound of
footsteps! Coming down the second set of stairs in the house, the ones that
went from the large kitchen and up to the other end of the upstairs landing.
There coming down the stairs was Thomas' Daughter Debbie, the girl who was now
seeing her Father laying there on the floor, hurt, and stood by him was her
school friend. It all looked as if 'something' had gone on here!

"What, OH, Father ... !" Debbie always said 'Father' in 'that way' when she
was annoyed or disappointed with him. " ... ... How many times have I told you
about not playing with my friends in the house?" The 'telling off' that the
man was getting from his Daughter was falling on deaf ears just at this
moment. As he was more interested in controlling his breathing and getting
over what his Daughter's friend had just done to him, rather than listening to
another lecture from Debbie.

The Daughter now stood there at the bottom of the stairs that came down into
the kitchen. Standing with her hands on her hips and looking very unimpressed
at her Father, still lying there on the floor in some pain. All the time Mandy
was still stood close by, with this mischievous look on her face and trying to
control her giggling, as she did find it all quite funny. Debbie caught sight
of the clock there in the kitchen "we'll be late!" She now rushed over,
grabbed her friends' hand and as they hurried to the rear door and off to
school, with Mandy still giggling. Even though they were late for school the
blond schoolgirl found the situation quite 'enjoyable', to her liking! Who
knows, one day, maybe, when she come round here, maybe her and her friends
Father could, instead of her beating him, maybe they could ... ... But we'd
have to see where that thought went?

Just as these two where about to leave by the rear door, Muriel, Thomas's
wife, Debbie's Mother appeared from the direction of the hallway. Down by the
main set of stairs and into the kitchen she'd come and the first thing she'd
seen was her husband there on the floor. The man in some obvious pain and her
Daughter and Mandy who were in a rush leaving by the back door. A quick look
at the clock too, told the woman her Daughter was going to be late, again for
school. "Hurry up you two or you'll be late!" which was followed by her
walking into the kitchen to pour herself a coffee and as she passed her
husband there. "How many times must you be told not to try and play with
Debbie's friends, you always come of worse!" The rebuke of her husbands was
not as hard it should be, but he'll learn, he'd try it again and get hurt
again, and again and again. It would take a few more time but Muriel knew her
husband would only 'listen' once he'd been hurt enough times! That's how men
normally learn, isn't it?

There on the floor and Thomas rolled over onto his side, as he took in another
deep breath ready to push himself up back up onto his knees, then feet. He
could taste a touch of blood in his mouth and that made him grin, smile even.
She was quite a girl, that Mandy, and the man now smiled even more as he
thought to himself, 'one day, one day!' But that would have to wait until
another time, as now he pushed himself up and his wife, having grabbed her
coffee, was now heading out of the kitchen, still going on at him. "If I've
told you once I've told you enough times before, one day you'll listen ... ...
" As he got himself up onto his feet, he thought to himself, 'one day I might,
but it won't be today, or tomorrow, come to think of it!'

Getting up, pulling himself together, wiping the side of his mouth, where
there was still that taste of blood. He realised it was now time for him to
get ready for work, and hopefully he'd have better success there, rather than
what he'd had with the girl. As he headed towards the kitchen stairs the
youngest member of the Clifton family was making his way down and then past
his hurt Father. Jonnie was in a rush; he was late too and so didn't notice
that his Father looked as if he been on the wrong end of ... ... of a
schoolgirl! Or was it that even the youngest member of this family was kind of
used to how things went in this household?

Jonnie ran out the house, grabbed his bike and was off to school in a flash,
he was the bright one in the family and school was his 'safe' place away from
the family, and its goings on! As this morning, little incident was 'typical'
of life in the Clifton household, there was always 'something' going on, it
was one of 'those' kinds of families!

It didn't take long for the young Clifton to get to school, a shortcut here
and a bit of daredevil riding along the cannel towpath and he was there.
Jonnie may have been the young one, the bright one, but he was also in some
ways the care free and dangerous one too. He was known for making a few things
go 'Bang' in the science lab, especially that time he'd mixed a few too many
chemicals together and the windows had blown out. He'd been in trouble with
the school and his parents for a long time after that one had happened!

At school the boy had got his bike quickly into the bike shed, ignoring the
girl there, who he recognised as Paula who was entwined in a quite passionate
kiss with Mr Jackson one of her teachers there. A schoolgirl and her teacher
snogging in the bike shed's, you couldn't make it up, but it was also one of
those kinds of school too! But this didn't faze the lad, he knew the girl and
the teacher were 'friends' and here at the school, friends like to ... ...
well!

Jonnie decided that he'd have to go through the rear fire exit, the one that
was broken and could easily be pulled open from the outside, allowing him an
undetected entrance into the school. If he went in through the main entrance
he'd been seen, have to book in and marked down as late, and he didn't want
that. At the door he could see it was slightly ajar already, 'obviously
someone else had already used it to get in!' But that was alright, as long as
he got in OK. The lad looked around to make sure he wasn't seen, pulled at the
door and slipped inside, safe in the knowledge that ... ... 'Oh No!'

As he stepped through the fire exit door there was one of the school's new
teacher there waiting! Not just for him but any student who was using this
unauthorised entrance into the school. Mrs Shapley was the new Biology teacher
and her office was near to the fire exit. She was a bit of a, to stay the
least, of a disciplinarian, a strict, firm teacher. Students where here to
learn and she was here to teach them, that sort of thing and Biology was her
subject to teach!

She'd found out quite early that some students were using the fire exit, close
to her office, as their own private entrance and exit. So, she'd investigated!
The doors alarm had been disconnected and the woman had soon found out who the
boy with the electronic skills that had done this. She's also found out that
the lad had some other skills too, and after those where tested she'd got him
to wire the door back up, but this time into her office. So, now it was just
her who knew when a student was attempting to creeping in or out and then she
could deal with them, in her own way!

So, when Jonnie had got there some other student had already opened the door
and Mrs Shapley had already been alerted to its use. Now the boy was seeing
just how the Biology teacher dealt with student who broke the rules and didn't
book into school properly. Jonnie stood there and stared as Mrs Shapely had a
schoolgirl pushed there up against the wall. The girl was Toni, a tall
brunette and quite lovely girl who Jonnie already knew and a girl he liked,
but was too shy to ask out. With the girl up against the wall there was the
teacher Mrs Shapely who was pushing herself up against the girl. Almost
grinning herself into the girl and at the same time kissing her, 'Wow!'

The teacher, Mrs Shapley was tall, with long fair hair, a woman in her early
30's dressed in high heels, black stockings and a tight black skirt with a
split down each side. Then a pink and white striped blouse, with many buttons
undone as if to give her ample cleavage some air. The teacher lived up to her
name with her full chest, long legs, trim waits and very well-formed body.
Jonnie was mesmerised, watching this form of 'punishment' being dished out for
sneaking in. Toni wasn't putting up a fight, in fact the schoolgirl seemed to
be enjoying all this, and Mrs Shapely! Well, she was making sure that the
schoolgirl was getting what she deserved, in the way that only a good looking,
sexy female Biology teacher can give it.

The teacher's hand was giving the schoolgirls left breast a good firm squeeze
as if to emphases that fact that she was being 'punished.' Then, well after a
few more succulent kisses had been given out by the teacher, she now sensed
that they, her and the girl, were now not alone. She turned her head and saw
the boy gawping there at them. Mrs Shapley pulled Toni away from the wall, the
look on the schoolgirls face showed her head was still spinning from the joy
of being 'caught!'

The teacher slapped the schoolgirl, firmly on her arse, "detention, my office
after school and be prepared for some hard punishment you naughty girl!" Toni
giggled and light headedly she toddled off, waiting for school to finish so
she could receive her full punishment off of the teacher!

Now it was just Jonnie and Mrs Shapley there, the teacher turned fully to face
the boy, her hands on her hips, looking so sexy, so strict, with a stern
expression on her quite lovely face. The schoolboy swallowed hard as he
stared, "so, ... ... " Mrs Shapley now addressed him. " ... ... you're the boy
that makes things go bang around here aren't you, and your even cuter close
up. But you're a naughty boy, aren't you? And naughty boy's need punishment,
so come here ... ... !" The boy's eyes widened, "you're going to get 100
strokes!" Jonnie shook as he heard this, '100 strokes of the cane! That's
going to hurt a lot!' But there was a good side, it was Mrs Shapley that was
going to administer it, use the cane on him, so wasn't all bad!

A short while later and Debbie, Jonnie's Sister, and Mandy, both made it to
school, and of course they were late! But that didn't really matter as Mandy
caught sight of Mr Peterson, one of the sports teachers, heading off towards
the gym. She grinned, told Debbie, 'She had something to do' and skipped of
after the hunky teacher! Debbie shook her head 'Mandy! more like 'someone to
do!', what's up with that girl?' But now that Debbie was alone it gave her an
idea too!

She made her way around the school to the rear fire exit, Debbie had been told
by her boyfriend, Craig, about the fire exit door. Told that Simon, one of
their friends had disconnected it, but had been caught by the new teacher!
Debbie was interested to hear this, as the new teacher was also very
interesting too. So, she had her own 'quiet' chat with Simon about this, and
after she'd 'persuaded' him, he'd told her about Mrs Shapley and it was now
wired up to her office. Debbie could be quite persuading at times; she knew
how to get information when she needed too!

Now the girl was thinking if she went in through the fire exit, then maybe
she'd get caught by Mrs Shapley and Debbie was sure, was very sure that she
and the new Biology teacher could become friends, become very good friends!
This was now the ideal opportunity; she made her way to the rear of the
school. It was all clears so she pulled at the fire exit door, opened it up
and looking inside, "What, OH Jonnie ... ... !"

"Why are you playing with her, she was going to be my friend?" There was the
girl's brother who was indeed 'playing' with Mrs Shapley, the woman that
Debbie wanted to play with and get friendly with! Jonnie who was up against
the wall, his arms above him, with Mrs Shapley holding him there by his
wrists. Holding him there with one of her hands, securing him against the wall
so he couldn't 'get away.' The boy's trousers where undone and his quite
impressive boy cock was out and the teacher had a good firm hold of this with
her other hand. "31 ... ... 32 ... ... " Mrs Shapley was counting out the
strokes she was giving him, long strokes, the whole length, slow, deliberate
and firm strokes. Much to Jonnie's relief it wasn't stokes of the cane he was
getting as his 'punishment', but instead strokes of his cock! Now, that was
one hell of a 'punishment!'

The teacher was well pleased with how the boy was performing in this impromptu
lesson of hers. Biology was such a great subject and she just loved to
'explore' so many of its difference aspect as she could with ... ... special
students! There where men and boys who couldn't last this long, "33 ... ... 34
... ... " but young Jonnie here was showing potential, very good potential. It
was looking as if he was going to get a good grade off of her. The boy was
enjoying this, of course he was and was determined to last the full 100
strokes, well Jonnie might be young, might like school, but that didn't mean
he didn't know a few 'other things.' After all his Aunty was also a very good
teacher, and he'd already learnt a lot form her, so maybe he could teach his
teacher a thing or two? "35 ... ... 36 ... ... "

Debbie turned and went off in a huff, 'was everyone in her family playing with
her friends!"

While Mrs Shapley carried on dishing out her punishment, carried one giving
out her strokes, on the boy's cock, all while Jonnie was working on hold out,
"37 ... ... 38 ... ... " The first 100 strokes for this boy wouldn't be too
much of a problem, it's when the teacher administered the next 100 that he'd
be fully tested on his ability to hold on. But eventually even this boy would
deliver and then the teacher would get a full load of what this student had to
offer!

As Debbie headed off to her lessons for the day, still wonder why she couldn't
find a friend to play with. Back at her home and ... ... !

Thomas, her Father was already on his way to work, to attended a meeting, to
finish off a report or two, to try it on with that women in accounts, who he
was sure liked him. So, back at home that just left Muriel, Thomas' wife,
Debbie's Mum. She was just about to call a friend to arrange a lunch date, in
a good resultant of course, when, DING! DONG! At the door was Craig, Debbie's
boyfriend, a tall, sweet looking sporty lad and in his school uniform, and a
boy who had an 'appeal' about him!

The Daughter's boyfriend had been around that weekend and there had been a
couple of glances that had taken place between Craig and Muriel. A look
between the boy and the Milf, a stare of ... ... ? Well, it was more than just
a 'liking' for each other, there was something more. A lick of passion, a
taste of desire, a ... ... . there was defiantly 'something' in the air
between these two! Or had the boy misunderstood it all, well he was here to
find out! Craig should have been at school himself and of course knew his
girlfriend would, should be there right now. He also knew that Debbie's
Brothers would be at school, or should be at school, and that Deb's Father
would be at work, so that would just leave Muriel, the Mother there!

He'd popped around on the pretence that he'd left a book around there when he
was studying with Debbie, and he needed it for school today. Well, it was the
best thing he could think of, as if a boy and girl would actually just
'study', when they were left alone together! But as his girlfriends Mother had
opened the door, saw it was him, looked at him, there was a sudden hint of a
grin appearing in the corner of her mouth, on that attractive Milf face of
hers. The older woman took a second and then decided it was time to, ... ...
Take control of this boy and have him, she was going to fuck him, rape him,
make him satisfy her, that's what she was going to do! She reached out grabbed
the boy by his school tie and pulled him sharply to her. Time to try out her
Daughter's boyfriend, well it was her Motherly duty to make sure he was
'right' for her! Wasn't it?

As he stumbled towards her, got nearer to her, as his face came closer to
hers, they kissed! They kissed hard, with mouths and tongues and then hands
quickly went to rip off each other's clothes as the lad wanted to fuck the
Milf and the older woman wanted to suck on her new boy toy's cock. If Debbie
knew what was happing back at hoe right now, there in the hallway between her
Mum and her boyfriend, the girl would have said ... ... 'What, OH Craig ...
... ! Why are you playing with my Mum?', or 'something' like that.

Back at school and as Debbie was now in her class, having been marked down as
late. The girl was sat there, not paying attention as she wondered why her
Father and her Brother were being so annoying today by going off and playing
with her friends like that! As the maths teacher carried with his lesson, one
that meant nothing to the girl, Debbie wondered if there were any friends she
had, or new friends she wanted to make, that none of her family had already
played with. The girl thought and then ... ... 'Arh!' Debbie smiled as she'd
thought of a really good friend of hers, someone she'd know for a long time
now and someone who she was on the tip of becoming even more friendly with!

As the teacher turned around to do some calculations on the board at the front
of the classroom. Debbie grabbed her bag, slid out of her chair and from
behind her desk. Then quietly and staying low she went for the classroom door,
opened it and she was away. This girl had plans and it didn't involve maths,
well maybe a few figures but not the ones you'd find in a classroom. Not
useless those figures were 43, 38-24-36, for those where the figures of
Jillian, Aunty Jillian, the Sister of her Father, Thomas and Debbie's by far
favourite Aunty!

Jillian was 43 and a woman with a good, fit body, as the figures showed. She
lived close to her Brother and the school and was a woman, a mature female and
a gorgeous Aunty that could capture anyone's imagination! In fact, she,
Jillian also had her own very active imagination, a woman who, if it pleased
her, she could bring a number of different fantasies to life. Fantasies of
pain and pleasure, she was that kind of a woman, that kind of an Aunty.

Debbie made her way out the school through the old park and into the area of
town where Aunty Jillian lived. As she got closer to the house thoughts about
a number of recent times spent with Aunty Jillian came to mind. As to how her
Aunty now looked at her Niece, there was something in her eyes, now days, when
the older woman looked at her. A look that sent a slight shiver down the
schoolgirls back, but in a nice way. A look that gave Debbie this tingling
feeling, that again she liked.

It seemed to the schoolgirl that her Aunty was paying more attention to her,
especially in her last few visits to Auntie's house. The visits, when as she
left Aunty had given Debbie a bit more than just a normal kiss goodbye!
There'd been a kiss on her lips and not her cheek, Debbie had liked that, it
tasted so, ... ... well! And there had also been Auntie's tongue! The lovely
Niece had been a bit shocked, but in a good way, as Aunty had quite tenderly
and lovingly, gently parted her Niece's lips with her tongue. It was quite a
moment, Debbie's head had spun and as she naturally had to go along with it
all, she too had used her tongue. So, Niece and Aunty's tongue had both
touched, just for the briefest of moments, but they'd touched. Then Aunty
Jillian had pulled away, "naughty!"

The smile on Aunties face and the tone in the way she'd said that was a
giveaway that there was something in all this. Then as she was about to pull
away from this kiss, the Aunty quickly darted back, gave her Niece a final
quick kiss and said, "who knows I might take you down there!" This had all
taken place in Auntie's kitchen and 'there' was a door that Aunty Jillian was
indicating too with a nod of her head. That door was something of a curiosity
withing the whole of the family, even thought it was just a door off of
Jillian's kitchen and obviously lead down to the house basement, cellar. But
no one had been down there! When Debbie was young, very young she'd heard it
called the 'Dungeon' and she always remembered that name. Some in the family
still, in a quiet voice referred to 'that door' as 'The Dungeon', to this day.
And if anyone did accidently call it that out loud it was quickly covered up
as just a joke as it would seem that no one in the family wanted to get on the
bad side of Jillian!

But what happened down in Aunty Jillian's cellar, in the basement, in her
Dungeon was still a mystery but it added an extra 'something' to this older
woman. Was she a dominatrix on the side, well she was a no-nonsense kind of a
woman so that was possible, or was it just an old storeroom, who knew, well no
one and that was the problem, no one had been down they, had they! But when
Aunty had said that, 'who knows I might take you down there!', Debbie got the
strangest felling all over her body, she was excited by this tentative
'invitation!'

So, as today had been such a bad day for the girl she decided to go and see
Aunty Jillian to see if that 'invitation' was still on offer for her to take
up! As she made her way to Auntie's house and thought about just how good her
older relative looked, felt, kissed, the young schoolgirl found herself
getting quite worked up. So, she quickened her pace to get there even sooner!

But now she was at Aunty's house and with some determination and her girly
little heart beating quite fast, Debbie went round the side and was heading
for the kitchen rear door. Which was quite normal, as she was family after
all. But just as Debbie got to the door and could see through the windows
there ... ... 'What, OH Danny ... ... !" Danny was Debbie's twin, her other
Brother and for some reason he was here at Aunty Jillian's and not at school
where he should be! How wrong was that?

But there was also what Danny was doing and what he was wearing that should be
questioned too ... ... !

Danny had been the first out of the family house that morning, as he was
leaving, he could hear his Father coming down the stairs. But the boy had
things to do so he didn't wait around. He was on his way to school and as he
headed off down the road, he past the lovely looking Mandy, a friend of his
Sister who was probably on her way to see Debbie. Although Danny liked Mandy,
a lot, and hoped that he could move in on her, it wasn't going to be today, as
he had other plans.

The lad got himself to school on time, made sure he was all booked in and had
been seen, he even nipped around to two of his teachers' classrooms and
dropped off work that was due in today. He was already in trouble for his
attendance and needed to make it, at least look as if was now making the
effort to be in school. But ... ... ! He had plans today so this was all a
pretence, just so he could leave his mark in school that he had been there.
But now it was time to leave, and he knew a way out the school where he
wouldn't be seen leaving from.

At the rear of the school was a fire door that had a dodgy lock and alarm on
it. He sneaked past one of the new teacher's office that was nearby and
pushing on the door, he was now stepping out the school building and was
'free!' As he went out a girl that he knew, a tall brunette Toni, again she
was a girl he liked and they smiled as he held the door open for her, 'but
maybe later?' As the girl sneaked into school as she was late and the boy
sneaked out as he had other plans, the door closed behind him!

There was a short walk to his destination, through the old park and into a
well to do part of the town, which was similar to where he lived. Down a few
streets and Danny now came to the house he was heading for and went up to the
door. He took a breath and rang the bell. Then waited nervously for what
seemed and age and finally the door opened. Then almost as if he was expected
a voice came out, "enter boy." The words where harsh, commanding and sent a
wonderful shiver up and down his spine. Danny took another deep breath and
stepped inside his Aunties house.

Aunty Jillian looked ... ... .! Well, she looked so dame amazing, sexy,
dominate! A pair of long leather black and red high length boots, then black
stockings going into a black and green tight fitting basque. One where her
large mature, yet firm breasts where thrusting forwards as if to smother him,
he liked that. This mature female liked the schoolboy, there was something
about a youthful lad in his school uniform that women like her, like and
enjoy! Liked and wanted, and when the boy is your Nephew, well any older woman
was sure to like it, him, even more.

But for women like Jillian, strong, forceful women, boys like Danny aren't
just for seducing, which of course does have its own fun side and should be
tried as often as it can. But boys like this are also for taking charge of,
for controlling, for ruling over them, for dominating them. That's what boys
are for and when the boy is your Nephew, well it dose adds some extra spice of
having you own sex slave!

As Aunty stood there looking this good, she now stepped closer to Danny and,
SMACK! Her open hard came hard across his face, well he had to know his place,
he was here to learn and she was going to teaching him, in her own way! Then
she reached for his school tie pulled the boy, this lad, her Nephew to her and
kissed him. God the boy loved his Aunt! SMACK! The kiss was broken and another
slap went across his young, sweet looking face, more control of the lad was
required. It was an even harder strike and one that made even this youthful,
fit lad shudder, SMACK! Another blow and his legs wobbled as he was being put
in his place. This was going to be a full on, harsh learning curve for the
boy. If he was going to make the mark of being her Nephew slave, then the boy
was in for a hard time, But of course it would be worth it, and Danny was
determined to do whatever he had to, he just knew he had to do anything and
everything for her!

The boy, the Nephew's face was red from her slaps, but this was just the
start. The Aunty in her boots and basque, reached out grabbed and pulled,
gripped the lad and dragged him to her so that, WHACK! Her knee welcomed him
to his new mistress! A good solid knee, she didn't hold back, but he wasn't
going to be using that for a while, as first he had to learn his place and
that would take time. It would take as long as Aunty Jillian wanted it to
last, then, WOOSSHH! THUD! The older, mature Aunty twisted, turned took the
stunned hurt boy, the Nephew off his feet, over her body and sent him down to
the floor. Imagine being flung down to the feet of such a sexy woman, imagine
being tossed over by your Aunty wearing boots and a basque. Imagine it!

Now Mistress Aunty carried on with her tuition of her Nephew slave!

So, by the time that Debbie had turned up ready to try for her own fun with
her friendly Aunt, her annoying Brother was already well on the way to
becoming Aunty's next plaything! "Why are you playing with Aunty?" It was
question that wasn't going to be answered as the boy, the older woman, well
neither heard it and any way Aunty Jillian was too ... ... ! She was too
'everything', not to be play with! Debbie glared angerly into the kitchen and
at her twin Brother, who'd already lost his shoes and socks. He still had his
school trousers on, so that was good, but even so they looked to be torn. The
boy's blazer was gone and his shirt well that was ripped badly, torn in strips
and just hanging loosely on the boy. Plus, Danny looked as if he'd been
roughed up too, almost as if some crazed animal had slashed and ripped at him.
Tearing at his clothes away as if to get rid of them and get at him. Well,
this Aunty could be quite the vicious female when she wanted to be!

The boy was on his hands and knees and around his neck was his trouser belt,
Aunty had secured it there. Around her 'property' and was leading him around
as if it was his collar and lead and he was her ... ... ? The belt was a
little trick the woman had learnt from a couple of her darling young admirers
that she'd come across! So as the dominate Aunty now lead her new 'pet' on his
lead behind her, Danny was eager to follow.

Aunty had already shown the boy, the hard way that she was in charge here and
he had to follow her orders, or else! But the boy was happy to fall into line
and do what every Aunty told him. But right now, as the twin Sister carried on
staring from the garden and through the kitchen window, Aunty was now leading
Brother Danny to the door that led to her cellar, her basement, her ... ... !
Was Danny was going to find out if those 'stories' where true, did Aunty
Jillian really have her own 'Dungeon' the boy could hardly wait to find out!
Debbie watched as her friendly Aunty opened the door and led her Brother, by
his lead and still scurrying along on all fours. Lead him out of sight and
down into ... . Well, who knew, (Maybe Danny knew now, but he wasn't going to
tell!)

'Why does everyone want to play with my friends today!' and more importantly
'why are they all beating me to my friends?' The schoolgirl Debbie was
frustrated and now all she could do was to head off to the cafe where all the
other kids from school who played truant went. 'Some day this was turning out
to be!'

Well for some it had been a 'good day!'

Thomas was sure that when it came to Mandy, he was getting closer to ... ... !
But then again, his Daughter had a few other friends that he liked, just as
much and he reckoned he could ... ... !

Mandy liked Debbie's Father and was sure she might be tempted to ... ... But
there was also the hunky school sports teacher and the girl wondered what it
would be like if she got both men to ... ... ?

Muriel and her Daughter's boyfriend had had quite a wonderful time as they ...
... ! He was a very good boy, and she was sure that Debbie should keep this
one, as Mummy liked him a lot ... ... !

Craig had taken a chance, tried his luck with his girlfriends Mum, and ... ...
! 'WOW!' He had her, she taken him, the woman was all over him, 'Hope Deb's
doesn't find out, now where's my tie ... ... ?'

Paula, the schoolgirl in the bike shed had got friendly with her teacher ...
... ! Mr Jackson's wife was out tonight so Paula was going round for some
extra 'studying' with her teacher ... ... !

Toni was still flustered from being caught sneaking in and her 'punishment'
... ... ! She was counting every second to her detention, in fact she was
already planning her next late arrival at school ... ... !

Simon knew some kids still used the rear fire door; he could warn them ... ...
! But maybe not, the Biology teacher had made it very, very clear to him, only
she was to know about it ... ... !

Mrs Shapley was having a good day, 'punishing' badly behaving students ... ...
! One boy had 'stood out', a boy who went with a big 'Bang', in many ways and
she was sure she'd do him again ... ... !

Jonnie had taken his punishment for sneaking into school like a real, big, boy
... ... ! Mrs Shapley had administered each stroke and the boy had impressed,
as he'd delivered a A+ result ... ... !

Danny had found his place, on a lead behind his Aunt's firm round lovely arse
... ... ! He'd also found out what went down in that place, the chains,
straps, leather and whips had all been ... ... !

Aunty Jillian had taken control of her boy Nephew, total control as she ...
... ! The older woman had shown her boy the ropes, had tied them and lashed
him with them, and there was more to follow ... ... !

As for poor Debbie?

She'd spent the day finding out that all of her family were playing with her
friends and all she'd got today was a few soft drinks down at the caf� with
the other kids who's bunked off school! It wasn't the best day she'd had and
as time went slowly past the girl was sure that things must get better for
her. After all, not all of her friends could get involved with her family and
her family couldn't get involve with 'All' of her friends ... ... Could they?

It was later on and Thomas was heading back home after the meeting at work had
been cancelled due to ... ... well he hadn't listened; he was just glad he
didn't have to attended yet another boring meeting! But in that time saved
he'd got his reports done in good time and had even gone up to accounts to see
that woman who ... ... But she was on the phone to her husband, so that kind
of ruined it for him. So, with nothing else to do the man headed off back
home, after all it had been a hard day in the office so it time to relax now.

When he got home the afternoon sun was out, it was hot and Thomas thought it
was just about the right time to take a dip in the pool. There was one good
thing about his job, not the long hours that he had to work some days, not
those hours spent on flights going here, there and everywhere. Not those
mountains of files, reports and memos that he had to read, understand, check
and authorise. None of that. it was the money, the large amount of money.
Money that went into his account at the end of each month, it helped 'ease'
his work load and paid for his relaxation. Relaxation like the pool he had in
the rear of his, large, garden!

As he strolled out of the house, and there was his wife Muriel, who'd already
had her own 'stressful' day, a day full of ... ... ! Well, it had been hard, a
very hard day and now it was time to lie back, take in the sun and recharging
her batteries. Before she went in to see what cook was doing for dinner
tonight so she could choose the wine to go with it. The man's wife was over at
the far end and rather than join her Thomas decided to take the sunlounger
here that was close by, after all he'd already annoyed his wife with his
'action's' this morning. So, it was best not to make her even more irritated
with him, by going and sitting next to her.

So, he made his decision to leave his wife alone and just sit down here in the
sun, probably go for a swim in a bit, but he'd leave Muriel alone. He was just
starting to lower himself down on his chosen sunlounger when a sound caught
his ear. A sound that made him turn just as he was undoing the cord of his
robe and was about to lie down. He turned to where the sound had come from,
the side gate that led form the driveway and garages and into the garden.
There coming through the gate was a sight that made him stop and smile! Smile,
a grin that said 'Nice!' and she, the one who'd just walked through that side
gate was indeed 'nice' in so many ways.

She, was Cassie, a young black schoolgirl and another of Thomas' Daughter,
Debbie's friends. A girl with a certain and interesting look about her, very
interesting to the man. Cassie was the same age as Debbie and Mandy and as
they all went to the same school, there was some similarity with the way these
girls all dressed. There were a few differences like the smart but practical
shoes that Cassie worn, instead of the boots that Mandy preferred. These shoes
were back and shiny as the girl always made sure they and she looked smart.

Past the shoes where her long white socks going up to her knees, then firm
young dark thighs leading to her short dark blue skirt. Past this was again
the tradition white school blouse, the same as Mandy had worn, with, again
some of those top buttons undone. Well, it was the end of the school day so
she was ready to relax! But this time and this girl, she was wearing a blue
tie and had a blue cardigan on. The 'Prefect' badge on the cardigan was a
giveaway as was the blue of her tie and cardigan, that this girl was someone
special at the school.

Red ties, cardigan or jumper where for the 'normal' students at school, but
blue, that was for the prefects. Which for the younger kids at the school was
a good system, as you could spot the 'enemy' from a distance! The only other
thing that was obvious about this girl, not just her looks, they were just
fine, so fine, and not that she was a prefect, that was obvious. But she had
the sleeves of her cardigan pushed up as if she'd given up the pretence of
being a 'good girl', had had enough of being the perfect prefect. A look of a
girl who wanted to relax but also a girl who needed to let off some steam too!

Cassie did have a good look about her, with her dark skin and red lips, lips
that maybe, even for a prefect, had just a bit too much lipstick there. Lips
that were maybe a bit too red! But she was still growing into a full female so
she was allowed to 'experiment!' Her hair was also dark and soft, full and
bouncy with curls at the ends. But she also had the eyes and the expression,
dark eyes that seemed empty but could stare you out and an expression of
confidence, maybe a bit too confidant.

She stood there form a moment as she looked around and took in the garden, not
that this was her first time here, she was after all a friend of Debbie. But
looking around as if checking the place out and who was there! As she did this
her hand went into the pockets of her cardigan, pulling out a packet of
cigarettes and lights. That's when she saw the man, Thomas who was stood
there, smiling, staring at her.

As he saw her come through that rear door into the garden Thomas had stopped
himself from sitting down on the sunlounger, stood up straight and took in how
the dark girl looked, he smiled, 'Nice!' He liked what he saw, he'd always
liked how this one of his Daughter's friends, how she looked. The girl stopped
herself from lighting the cigarette in her hand as she'd now seen him and his
smile, that was turning into a quite dirty grin. Well as he looked at her now,
with that grin and the cord his pool robe, the blue one, that was already
undone. So, it was easy for him to now just let the robe slip off and fall
down to the floor by the sunlounger. He was stood there with a full grin on
his face, dressed in just his shorts, as he now knowing showed off his strong
male body to the schoolgirl.

Cassie took in how he looked, put her cigarettes and lighter away and now
strolled slowly, and with a touch of seductiveness in her strike, up to the
man. Thomas enjoyed the view as the black schoolgirl came to him, as his eyes
took in how good the smaller dark girl looked. He even felt himself lick in
own lips, in anticipation of, WHACK! UUUHHHHH!

As Cassie had got closer and she stared straight at the man here in just his
shorts, as she held his gaze with her dark eyes. As she moved slowly,
seductively towards him. She had already taken control of his mind, made him
think only of her as she came to him, so he didn't see, until it was too late,
that she'd made her move on him. Before she'd got to him, she was out of reach
from him, which was probably why he felt safe too. But now as she got closer,
she was near enough to try something, so she moved. Spun herself around, all
the way around, and as she came around a leg was raised. Raised to just the
right heigh, but importantly it was outstretched as far as she could go, so
that her smart, but practical shoe could go flying into his gut.

The shoe left a mark on his toned stomach, as he was a man who liked to look
after his body so worked out in the gym. But it wasn't toned enough to take
the impact of the schoolgirls spin and her shoe into it. The blow took him by
surprise, he'd been concentrating too much on how she looked. So, those
'thoughts' that had been going around inside his head to think she'd try
anything so 'far away' from him. But she'd got her move in, her shoe into him,
at the same time making him shudder and gasp as she knocked the air out of
him. In fact, the blow she'd sent into him was so quick, so shocking and so
hard, that it not only made him judder, so much so, that he even took a jumped
step backwards, as it was that 'good!'

As he took that jump back and his upper body fell forwards, as you do when
you've just been kicked hard in the stomach. As he fell forwards, she now
reached out for him, taking hold, grabbing onto his arms. A good grip to yank
him back and closer to her so she could raise her leg and, CRUNCH! OOOHHH! A
knee, a schoolgirl knee, the black girl's knee went up into the man as he fell
down and as she'd dragged him to her. A knee into his falling body and again
sending a sharp pain through that now hurt manly body of his.

Yes, hurt and trying to grasp for some more breath. Thomas was now yanked,
dragged, pulled upwards by the girl's strong hands and arms. As he came flying
upright, he was also flung away from her. The young girl tossing the talker,
bigger white man away from her as if he was a piece of rubbish. As he stumbled
backwards the girl's eyes quickly moved up the man, judging the way he was
falling and then she jumped up. She was more athletic than she looked, that
was for sure. As she went up, her arm went out to steady herself, and her leg
came thundering forwards and out in the direction of Thomas as he fell back,
ready to strike and, WHACK!

Again, her practical school shoe struck him, hit him in his torso as he fell
back, so speeding his descent, down to the floor by the side of the pool. He
landed with a hard thud, a painful fall that the girl could clearly see from
the screwed up look of agony on his face, THUD! UUWWHH! A kick into his gut
from the girl as she strolled up to him, that made Thomas roll over. Again,
there were more manly cries of pain, that the girl expected from this 'man!'
She then brough her head up from looking down at him, and Cassie saw Muriel,
over there on that far sunlounger. The man's wife had lifted her head, raised
her sunglasses, turned her head and looked over to where the noise that was
disturbing her was coming from. Seeing her husband down there on the floor in
pain and the delightful black schoolgirl stood over him. 'Well!' 'One day he's
going to learn not to play with Debbie's friends!' Well, he's been told enough
times not to, so only had himself to blame!

Muriel replaced her sunglasses and went back to taking in the sun and so
Cassie now carried on. As the husband stopped rolling over the girl was now
able to reached down and grabbed him by his hair, then with a sharp ... ...
ARRRRHHHH! He was yanked upwards, forcing him to stagger up onto his knees,
then feet. As he was halfway up the girl twisted her body, raised her leg,
brough herself back around and slammed her dark knee further into his body.
The blow caused another aloud manly cry and sent the half raised man
staggering rearwards, but not far enough for the girl so she had to move
again, and, WOOOSSSHHH! CRACK! OOOHHHH! SPLASH!

She'd quickly moved towards him and then sent herself spinning, coming sharply
around Cassie brought her leg up and drove her shoe back into the man as he
was already falling backwards. This extra bit of UMPH! This extra girly show
of skill and power, now sent the man fully and further backwards and faster,
and of course it caused him some extra pain too. The shoe into his body now
sent Thomas flying fully rearwards and towards the side of the Clifton
family's outdoor pool. Tripping over his own feet, unable to gain his balance
he was only going one place and that was into the pool. The sudden emersion in
water shocked Thomas and it took a second or two for him to realise he was in
trouble and under water.

Once Thomas had worked this all out, panicked just a bit and had found his
right way round, he then headed very quickly back to the surface, as he need
the air now. As he broke the surface of the water, near to the side of the
pool, THUD! Cassie's shoe came down on top of his head, sending send him back
down and under, just for good measure. A hard stomping of her foot, not to
drown the man, but to scare him and make her smile. Well, the schoolgirl was a
perfect and liked everything in its place, so to speak. She pushed her foot
down sending this one back under the water but it was just a bit of fun, and
there was nothing wrong with him being under her foot was there? Cassie knew
sending him back would give him a fright, and there was nothing wrong with
making a man, any man afraid of her. Well, shouldn't everyman be a bit wary of
a lovely black schoolgirl, like Cassie?

She now stood back and watched, a slight smile on her face as the panicking
man splashed around as he broke the surface again and gasped. With a slight
hint of anxiety, as he wasn't sure if the girl would be waiting for him again
and had more plans for him! But she wasn't and he was free to scramble to the
side of the pool to drag himself out. Even though he was a strong swimmer how
the girl had been with him had shocked him, scared him and made him doubt his
normal manly ability, and shown that the schoolgirl was more than a match for
him! But this was Thomas and she was Cassie so all this did also have another
side to it. The side that excited the man and made the girl feel more and more
in control, as she should be!

As he coughed and hauled himself out the pool, was halfway out, suddenly out
the corner of his eye he saw the girl move in, out of nowhere and come for
him. Still getting out he was in no position to defend himself so when the
girl grabbed onto him, by his hair and arm, there was nothing he could do. She
was strong, skilled and fully in control and before he knew it, she'd used the
monument of him pushing himself upwards and, WOOSSHHH! THUD! OOOWWWHHH! Coming
up the girl had dragged the man forwards even faster, at the same time she
used her grip, her arms and twisted them. Thrusting Thomas forwards, down and
spinning him at the same time.

She spun him around, in the air and all the way over so he laned with a heavy
thud on his back, his body was shaken by the painful landing and again his
screwed up face pleased Cassie. A move that the girl had practiced during her
private gym lessons at school! Thomas gasped and then, THUD! Laying there on
the floor near the pool, the now wet man, having opened his eyes only to see
the black schoolgirl stood there with her foot on his chest leant forward with
her hand on her knee looking down at him. She was quite a sight, quite a girl,
and he liked her, she given him so many thoughts, ideas about what he'd like
to do and ... ... !

Her foot was pushing down on his chest and giving him that feeling that he
wasn't going anywhere without her permission. Then she moved the shoe, placed
its heel at the top of his chest, near his throat and so placing the sole of
her shoe on his lower jaw. "Men!" Her tone was sharp and one of
disappointment. But when it came to men, white men, this is where they
belonged, at her feet! But for Thomas this was just part of the game, an
opportunity for him to show Cassie he 'knew his place' so to speak. So, he
could worm his way in with her, into her! It was all part of the excitement
for him and couldn't help but smile. Then as he went to kiss the foot, that
she'd offered him. To work his tongue on that shoe and show the girl that he
... ... ! WHACK!

Close by, inside the house and Debbie, the Clifton Daughter, was back, she'd
had a bad day as nothing had gone her way, so she wasn't in the best of moods.
Then as came through the front door she instantly stopped and looked around as
there was something wrong here. She couldn't put her finger on it but there
was something defiantly different here. As if something had happened and
someone had tied to cover it up. It was something that the girl was used to
spotting, especially in this family and she now seemed to notice these things
easily. Then a school tie hanging there on the hallway radiator caught her
eye, well it wasn't hanging, it was just there. As if someone had chucked it
away, in a big hurry! She picked it up, examined it and saw the sewn in label
on the back with her boyfriend's name on it! Quickly thoughts now rushed
around inside her head, and then, the girl suddenly ... ... "What, OH, Craig
... !" followed instantly by ... ... "Mother ... .!"

Outside in the garden, Cassie was now looking down, disappointedly at Debbie's
Father, Thomas, and even though he looked fit, hunky and handsome, in some
way, he was still just a white man. She saw he was going to kiss her foot,
shoe, his attempt at pleasing her, but she had other ideas. After all he was
just a man, but there over there was his wife and when it came to Cassie,
women tasted so much better than men, especially white women. So, WHACK!
UUUHHHHH! The girl had, quickly, sharply, moved, flicked her leg, her foot,
sent that shoe of hers before he'd got the chance to kiss it. Sent it harshly
across his face. The blow sent his head off to the side, it hurst a hell of a
lot, but that was his problem.

The girl stepped over the wincing man lying there in pain and over to where
Muriel was lying. Now the black schoolgirl stood there next to the sunlounger,
leant down took off the woman's sunglasses off. Flicked her arm and tossed the
shades away, revealing the good looking older woman in her full glory and who
now looked back with that expression of, 'Well?' Cassie carried on and leant
further in, further in so she could kiss the Milf. As they kissed the young
girl came down and sat on the lounger so she could get closer to the older
woman. Who was responding to the girl's obvious affection for her. 'Dame! Why
do white women taste so good?"

Then as Cassie moved her lips along the woman's cheek, down her neck and at
the same time moved her hands upwards to take a hold of this white woman's
large, firm tits. As her head and more importantly her mouth, lips, tongue
also moved down to those same breasts. As Cassie carried on enjoying the
taste, at that moment Debbie stepped out the kitchen door and into the garden.
Stepped out to see her Father there, down, hurt and wet there on the floor.
But also, there was her friend Cassie who was cuddling up, very nicely to her
Mother! The Daughter stamped her foot down and "what is it with everyone in
this family, why do they all wanted to play with her friends?" It wasn't fair
and Debbie was very annoyed with everyone.

'Why was everyone playing with her friends, was there no one that's she could
... ... !' The girl stopped as she thought, 'Oh! maybe there is someone?' as
the girl now had another idea.

It was the next day and Peter was in the kitchen of his house, stood there in
his dressing gown having poured his first cup of tea of the day and just
enjoying this one moment of peace that he had. Just him, his tea, the peace
and quiet and nothing else ... ... DING! DONG! 'What!' he shook with some
annoyance 'why oh why can't I just be left alone to enjoy my tea, just one cup
of tea, that's all I ... ... ' DING! DONG! Whoever it was, they weren't going
away, so taking a quick sip the man went, angerly to answer the door, at this
for God forsaken early hour in the morning. Then when he opened it and, "WHAT
DO YOU ... ... 'OH!'

Stood there on his door step was his Niece Debbie the quite lovely looking
schoolgirl who the man, who Uncle Peter, it must be said had a soft spot for!
Debbie grinned and without saying a word the schoolgirl just stepped inside,
walked in, past her Mother's Brother, past Uncle Peter and into his house.
Walked in with this little grin, this cute kind of a smile of her sweeting
face, it was almost as if the girl had something in mind. Peter stood there
and watched the girl, his Niece as she made her way down the hallway towards
the kitchen, with that way her arse moved so nicely. Now the man, the Uncle
also had an idea of his own ... ... !