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My name is Melissa Bouvier and I’m eighteen years old but a little naïve for my age. My brother Alex told you his anecdote in the story Family Sex Saga — Making Mother. If you haven’t read that story I suggest you do so before you read mine. Although each story stands on its own; they are complementary and this story leads on from my brother’s.

I had learned that men think with their penises and that the men in my family in particular have a penchant for women dressed in nylons, panties and lingerie. I also learnt that this could be used to great advantage; that men could be made to do my will and that they would reward me for acquiescing to their sexual desires.

I learned all of this from my own observations; from my mother; and from my own experiences.

It’s probably best if I start at the beginning and take it from there. The first time I was exposed to sex and to how a woman could use her accomplishments to make a man do what she wanted, was when I I was staying at the Big House with my grandfather and grandmother.

My grandfather is Lucien Bouvier and he is a rich and powerful man. My grandfather was the patriarch of a dynasty stretching back generations, a family of wealth, power, and influence. My father, Trey Bouvier is married to my mother Dee-Dee who dragged herself up from the wrong side of the tracks and endeared herself to the Bouvier family, married my father and gave birth to me eight months after they were married. You can read my brother’s story for the details; they are quite factual.

Mother, father and I were staying with grandfather Lucien and grandma Jessica at what my family called the Big House, near the lake. Mother and father had gone out for dinner. I had gone to bed early but arose thirsty late in the evening and made my way down to the kitchen to get a drink of water. I drank my glass of water and was about to head back upstairs to bed when I heard muffled voices coming from the big lounge room. I walked over to the huge double doors and peered into the gloomy room; lit only the by light of the large-screen television set.

I looked at the television and was confused by the show that airing. A man was naked and was lying on top of a woman who was also naked except for a suspender belt, stockings and high heels. The man was on top of the woman and they were both moaning and groaning. I thought the man might be hurting the woman but then I realised that they liked what they were doing because they kept kissing each other.

Then I heard more moaning and groaning and I realised that the noise was coming from the couch. I tiptoed further into the room until I could see the couch and was amazed at what I saw.

Grandma was dressed in a skirt and blouse; her high-heels were on the floor beside the couch. Her skirt was hiked up and she was showing off her black satin panties and her pantyhose clad legs. I knew that this was naughty because my mother said I should never let anyone see up my skirt.

I stood transfixed as I watched my grandparents. Grandma was lying at one end of the large lounge propped up against the armrest with her feet between grandfather’s legs; he was lying on the other end of the couch facing her.

I watched in amazement as grandfather took hold of grandma’s ankles and pushed the soles of her feet together so that the soles of her nylon-clad feet made an arch, which he lowered over his penis. It was erect, blood engorged and throbbing, and that they were very much enjoying a sexual act together.

I watched fascinated as grandma pumped her feet up and down grandfather’s penis; his penis throbbed and clear fluid was leaking from the hole in the tip. Grandpa grabbed hold of grandma’s ankles and began to moan and thrash.

“Goddamn it Jess I’m coming! I’m coming!”

He thrust his penis in and out of the silken tunnel of grandma’s soles and suddenly streams of creamy viscous fluid erupted from his penis and splashed all over grandma’s legs and feet; it soaked into her pantyhose and glistened in the dull light.

I remained transfixed and watched as grandpa’s cock slowly began to deflate. Grandma moved her feet away from his special place and giggled like a young girl.

“Ok Lucy get your face into my pussy and pay your dues!” she giggled.

Grandfather reversed his position on the couch, pulled down grandma’s panties, and put his face into her pussy and chewed out the cotton panel in the crotch of her pantyhose. I thought grandma would be angry about that but instead she started to moan and whimper and push grandfather’s head into the place between her legs.

After a few minutes she drummed her heels on grandpa’s back and I thought he was hurting her but then I realised she liked what he was doing.

“Oh fuck Lucy! Lick my clit! Suck my clit! Ohhh Lucy I’m coming you bastard!!!!!”

After the fascinating show had finished I left the room and tip-toed up to bed.

Mother and father often visited the Big House and grandfather and grandma would look after me and my brother Alex while mom and dad attended various social functions. They could just have easily left us at home with Aunt Betty but father liked to talk business with grandpa Lucien before he went out to these important dinners. My mother would drink gin and tonics or mint juleps with grandma Jessica whilst the men drank bourbon in the den and talked about business and their law firm.

Often grandma would nod off to sleep as soon as mother and father left to attend their function and it became routine that Alex would curl up on the couch next to grandma. Then grandfather would take me into his den to watch TV and I would sit in his lap and we would watch the movies or television together in the darkened room while he sipped bourbon.

Watching TV became a regular ritual and I was very precocious about the fact that grandpa Lucien allowed me into his den, as he forbade the other women in the family to enter his ‘fortress of solitude’ as he called it. Ma and grandma teased me about this and called me grandpa’s favourite. I could tell that Alex was jealous; but grandma had made him her favourite and our respective grandparents spoiled us equally.

One evening when I was in the darkened den sitting in grandfather’s lap I became aware of something strange. Grandpa had drunk a lot of bourbon that night and he was breathing heavy. He stroked my honey-blonde hair as he often did when I sat in his lap but tonight his hands slowly moved down my arms and wrapped around my waist. I was eighteen now and was really too old to be sitting in grandpa’s lap but it made me feel special.

Grandfather kissed me on the cheek and hugged me pulling down harder in his lap.

“You like sitting in my lap don’t you Mellie?” he asked.

“Yes grandpa,” I sighed.

“And you like it when you sit in grandfather’s lap and he cuddles you don’t you Mellie?”

I turned around and kissed him quickly on the lips; he smelt of bourbon and cigars.

“Oh course I do grandfather; I love you,” I replied and quickly became engrossed in the movie again.

Grandfather’s legs were bony and I had to squirm my butt every now and again to get comfortable and my dress kept riding up.

“Here let me fix that,” Grandpa said and pulled my short skirt out from under my butt and smoothed it around my thighs and over his lap.

“Grandfather? There’s something sticking in my butt,” I whined.

“Oh it’s probably just my old corncob pipe; I stuck it in my pocket earlier,” he answered.

“Why don’t you just wriggle your butt a little bit and push down on it and it will get pushed back down deep into my pocket,” he whispered in my ear.

I knew it was my grandpa’s penis sticking in my butt but I was a virgin and had never petted with a boy before and I was interested to see what would happen.

I pushed my butt down onto the hard pipe and wriggled my butt against it. Because grandpa had taken my skirt from under me; it was just my nylon panties rubbing against grandpa’s trousers. I pushed down harder and wriggled my butt and started to laugh. I wriggled and squirmed in his lap pushing down with my butt.

Grandpa was breathing heavy now and he put his hands on my thighs and forced me down harder into his lap. He thrust up with his groin and I felt the pipe slide along the crevice of my butt through the fabric of his trousers. I giggled and thrust back against him.

Grandpa pulled me down hard into his lap and thrust his groin against my bottom; I felt his hard cock throbbing against my panty-clad ass. Then I felt a warm wet fluid soak into the back of my panties.

“Ohhhh Mellie…………..Ohhhh Mellie!!!” he groaned and writhed in his chair as he crushed me against him.

“Are you ok grandfather?” I asked, genuinely concerned.

“Oh yes Mellie; I’m wonderful. Just sit still for a little bit,” he said.

“But my butt’s wet grandpa,” I whined.

Grandpa just sat there holding me in his lap for a few minutes and I felt the uncomfortable bulge in my butt slowly deflate, then he loosened his grip from around my waist and I leapt from his lap. I reached under my skirt and put my fingers in the wet patch on the back of my panties and lifted them to my nose. The stuff smelt musty and salty.

“Look I’m sorry Mellie; it was an accident but I’m very embarrassed about it so I would prefer it if you didn’t tell anyone about it,” he said.

I frowned.

Grandfather reached for his wallet and handed me a twenty-dollar bill.

“And here is a little reward for keeping our secret,” he smiled.

“I love you grandfather,” I squealed with delight and thew my arms around his neck and hugged him and kissed him.

Then I held the twenty-dollar bill under the table lamp just to make sure I was not mistaken. Unbeknownst to me, I had just prostituted myself for the first time.

The next time we were up at the big house and I was alone with Grandfather he didn’t waste any time sitting me in his lap. Once again we were in his den with the door securely locked.

“Do you wanna play that game we played last time you visited? You know; where you wiggle in my lap?” he whispered in my ear.

“Sure Grandfather Lucien; will I get twenty dollars again if I win?” I laughed.

“You Bouvier women are all the same,” he sighed.

“What grandfather?” I asked.

“Nothing Mellie; just remember you promised not to tell mother about our secret game ok?” he smiled.

“Ok grandfather,” I smiled back.

I lifted myself up in his lap and pulled my skirt out from underneath my bottom and smoothed it around my thighs. I was wearing white nylon panties and I had owned them for a while now and they were a little small and clung tightly to my buttocks and pubis.

Grandpa grunted and fumbled in his lap and then I felt the familiar prod of his cock against my butt. This time I could feel it more distinctly and I realised that his penis was sticking out of his trousers and was rubbing against the flimsy fabric of my panties.

I wriggled my butt in grandfather’s lap and he sighed and pulled me closer and pushed me down into his lap. I felt his penis slide into the crevice of my buttocks and push against my thin nylon panties. His member was hot and throbbing and he was panting hard.

I slid my bottom up and down, pushing my panty-clad cheeks hard against his throbbing phallus. Grandpa held me by the waist guiding me up and down. I heard his breathing become hard and ragged and I guessed that I was going to get a wet bottom again but for twenty bucks it was worth it. I pushed down hard and gyrated my hips, forcing grandpa’s hard cock deep into my butt-crack; only the gossamer thin panty material separating his hot flesh from my mine.

“Oh my God Mellieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!” he moaned and his cock spasmed and flooded the rear of my panties with hot viscous fluid. It scalded my tender skin and squirted through my panties and puddled in the crevice of my bottom. I scrunched down and wriggled hard, instinctively knowing he would like that.

Grandpa kissed my neck and my ears; not platonic kisses; but hard open-mouthed sloppy kisses that felt naughty but nice at the same time. His cock throbbed and pulsed against my bottom; his spend soaking the back of my panties. And then I felt it for the first time……………..a little spark of pleasure in my pussy. To this day I don’t know if it was sexual or not but it felt nice.

Grandfather shuddered against me as his orgasm subsided and I felt his penis begin to soften. After a few minutes he kissed me on the cheek and lifted me out of his lap and onto my feet.

“Hold up your skirt Mellie so it doesn’t get wet,” he smiled and fumbled in his pocket for a handkerchief.

I saw his shrivelled penis now, wrinkled with a purple knob on the end. It was wet with a creamy viscous fluid, which had also pooled in his pubic hair, which was just turning to grey. He wiped away the mess in his crotch and put his cock back in his pants and zipped his fly.

I stood awkwardly holding up my skirt whilst his spend cooled in panties and in my ass crack. Grandpa leaned forward and wiped down my panties with the kerchief doing his best to dry them off. He pulled the back of my panties down and wiped away the mess in my butt-crack and then pulled my panties back up.

“Turn around Mellie; lets make sure you don’t have any of my juice on the front of your panties,” he said.

Grandpa then made an effort to wipe the front of my panties even though they weren’t even damp. Then rubbed my pubic mound with his fingers through my sheer nylon panties. It did feel nice but I knew he shouldn’t do that.

I stepped back and dropped my skirt.

“Uh-uh Grandpa!” I said wagging a finger in his face.

“Mother said that no one is to touch me there!” I admonished.

I noticed that grandpa’s pants had a bulge in them again; he must have enjoyed stroking the front of my panties. I smiled to myself…………now I knew another thing that Grandfather liked and that I might be able to exploit it for money.

“Sorry Mellie,” Grandpa smiled apologetically.

He reached for his wallet and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and held it out before me.

“Remember this is our secret,” he frowned.

“If anyone found out, we couldn’t play this game any more, and you wouldn’t get your reward,” he said seriously.

“Don’t worry Grandpa; this will be our secret!” I giggled.

“Good girl Mellie,” grandfather smiled back and handed me the twenty-dollar note.

And so it went on; me charging grandpa twenty dollars to ‘panty-pop’ me. That’s what I called letting grandpa Lucien hump my ass through my panties whilst I sat in his lap: panty-popping.

I decided to pay a surprise visit on grandpa at work. I went to his law firm where I knew he had the big office on the top floor of the big building. I had been there a few times before; but this time I decided I would go alone and surprise him and maybe let him panty-pop me for the twenty bucks I needed so that I could go to the movies that night with my friends.

I pretty much did as I wanted; dad was always busy at work and mom was a social butterfly and I was left pretty much alone as long as I behaved myself. At eighteen I was in my last year of high school and would soon be going to a finishing school.

I arrived at the top floor of my grandpa’s office building and stepped out of the elevator. The receptionist’s desk was empty and the door to Lucien’s office was closed. I walked over to the door in anticipation of bursting through the door to surprise grandpa.

I was bitterly disappointed when I turned the door-handle and found it securely locked.

“Shit!” I spat and turned to leave when I again noticed the deserted secretary’s station and decided to explore.

I sat behind the large counter and looked at the long desktop. There were a number of phones and intercoms and not one, but two, computers; a workstation and a laptop, both were password protected. I rummaged through the drawers and didn’t find much except for stationery. In another drawer I found a small makeup case and a package of pantyhose. I expected they belonged to the secretary.

I was about to leave when I noticed a small monitor recessed into the desktop with some switches and a joystick beside it. It was labelled: ‘security surveillance system’. I played with the controls and eventually the monitor sprang into life. The interior of an elevator suddenly sprang into sharp focus on the screen.

“Oh my,” I giggled to myself as I looked the screen.

One of the secretarial staff was standing in the elevator and a young man, who had to be young enough to be her son, was standing behind her. A mail trolley was pushed into the corner of the elevator car so I figured the youth had to be one of the office mail boys.

What had made me giggle was that the young man had his hand under the older secretary’s skirt and he was obviously enjoying himself. The woman was wriggling and writhing as the young man hiked her skirt up and pushed his hand inside her panties and pantyhose and played with her cunt. The boy had his cock out and he took the woman’s hand and placed her elegantly manicured fingers around his erection.

I fiddled with a few controls and found the volume control.

“Ok David; just a few strokes before the car gets to the twenty-fifth floor; and if you put a runner in these pantyhose I’ll fucking well kill you!” she sniggered.

I knew that the elevator they were in went non-stop to the twenty-fifth floor where it would stop and that the secretary and the mail boy had about one and half minutes before they got to the twenty-fifth floor. I watched fascinated as the secretary spun around and passionately kissed the young man as she squeezed and stroked his hard cock.

The mail-boy removed his hand from inside the secretary’s panties and moved his hands to her ass, hiking up her skirt and massaging her panty-clad buttocks through her sheer shiny pantyhose. With only seconds to spare the couple separated and the woman straightened her skirt while the mail boy put his cock away and zipped his fly.

“Tonight at eight! The usual motel,” the secretary gasped just before the door opened.

“You bettcha!” the young man said, and pushed his trolley through the elevator door.

Another secretary entered the car.

“Not getting out?” she asked the older secretary.

“Wrong floor,” she replied.

The younger secretary who had just entered the car looked appreciatively at the ass of the mail boy just before the doors closed.

“God that mail boy has a great ass!” she commented to the older secretary.

“Not my type,” the older secretary said matter-of-factly, a wry smile on her face.

I scanned through a number of different places covered by the surveillance cameras; flicking the switches at random. I saw open-plan offices; corridors, stock rooms and other places within the labyrinth of the building but nothing as interesting as what I’d seen in the elevator.

Then I looked down at the controls and saw that one of the buttons had a key inserted into it; the tag hanging off the key was marked ‘Private’. I turned the key and the screen went blank. Then slowly a picture appeared. It showed the inside of grandpa Lucien’s office and I was quite shocked at what I saw.

Mother was kneeling in front of grandpa who was not wearing any pants and standing in front of his huge desk. Mother was sucking on grandpa’s penis; running her tongue along the shaft, then engulfing his glans with her ruby-red lips before sucking the whole member into her mouth briefly before beginning the whole process over again. Grandpa was leaning back against the desk with his eyes closed holding mother’s head in his hands as she fellated him.

Mom was wearing one of her power suits; tight navy-blue skirt with a thigh-high hemline and matching jacket. Underneath the jacket she wore a cream silk blouse and completed the outfit with beige hosiery and black high-heels. Her hair was bunched high on her head and she was wearing lots of makeup. She looked just like the businesswomen and secretaries that worked at father and grandpa’s firm.

I turned the volume up again.

“Of yes Dee-Dee, suck your father’s cock that’s a good girl,” he groaned.

Technically of course Lucien was Dee-Dee’s father-in-law but around here we still used the term father for our inlaws.

My mother spat Lucien’s cock out of her mouth and struggled to her feet.

“Come on Lucien. You said you wanted to fuck me today and I only have fifteen minutes before I have to meet Trey for a late lunch,” Mother said.

“Ah fuck Dee-Dee; that boy of mine can wait while I take what’s owed me,” he guffawed.

“Come on Lucien, fuck me! Your secretary will be back soon and I can’t keep Trey waiting,” mother replied.

She took grandpa’s long stiff cock in her hand and slid her fingers along the shaft; her ruby-red nailpolished fingernails dragged over his glans and he shuddered.

“Jesus Dee-Dee I’m gonna come if you don’t stop doing that!”

Mother smiled and then she let go of Lucien’s throbbing cock and stepped around him and bent over the desk. She reached round and hiked up her skirt exposing her firm thighs framed by the darker welts of her gauzy beige stockings; a pair of cream coloured, satin, boy-leg panties encased her full ass.

“Oh Jesus I gotta have some of that!” Lucien moaned and kicked my mother’s legs wider apart and positioned himself behind her.

He rubbed his cock up and down her stocking-clad thighs, leaving silvery trails of pre-seminal fluid on the gossamer nylons. The same pre-seminal fluid he left on my drawers when he panty-popped me.

“Oh for fuck sake put it in!” mother whined and reached around behind her and pulled her panties down a little bit.

She took Lucien’s erect penis in her hand and pushed back with her ass as she guided him inside her vagina.

Although still a virgin, I knew all about fucking. I had seen plenty of pictures of men and women fucking and also plenty of videos. I knew how to masturbate and had put a finger inside my vagina a little; although my hymen was still in tact; but watching my mother fuck my grandfather was fascinating.

This was the man in whose lap I sat about once a month or so and let ejaculate over my panty-clad ass. He was my ‘panty-popper’ and I was intrigued that mother was also having sex with him.

Lucien was fucking mother with long slow strokes, pulling his engorged penis out of her vagina until just the tip of his glans nestled in her labia and then pushing forward until his cock was buried in mother right up to the hilt. Mother was wriggling her ass in a slow circling motion and pushing back against grandpa when he thrust forward.

She was having difficulty maintaining her balance as her high-heels skidded and skittered on the polished floor, but Lucien had her pinned to the desk with the weight of his body, his hands pawed at her thighs and I could hear his callused hands rasp on her stockings.

“Fuck me father! Fuck me father!” mom started to moan.

Lucien quickened his pace until he was jackhammering his cock in and out of my mother’s pussy. I could hear the ‘slock, slock, slock,’ sound as his throbbing cock slammed in and out her wet cunt.

“AGGGHHHH!!!!” Lucien screamed.

He grabbed mother by her hips and pulled her ass hard back against his groin impaling her on his throbbing cock as stream after stream of hot semen flooded my mother’s cunt. Dee-Dee writhed and wriggled as she fought to gain traction so she could get pressure on her clitty as her own orgasm washed over her.

They both wriggled and gyrated against each other screaming obscenities and profanity as they came.

Three minutes later and they were dressed; mom fixing her makeup and grandpa sitting behind his desk sipping a large bourbon.

“Jesus Lucien; why the fuck can’t we go to a hotel room; its not like you can’t afford it!” my mother said, smoothing out her stockings before pulling down the hem of her skirt.

“My cunt is dripping like a motherfucker and you don’t have a shower in here.”

“Shut your bitching Dee-Dee; you made the deal. Every Wednesday I get what’s coming to me and you know that mostly I have to be at the office,” Lucien smiled and swallowed the last of his drink.

“Now get your magnificent ass out of here so I can get back to work.”

I knew that was my cue to leave. I switched off the monitor, picked up my school bag and ran to the elevator. As the doors to the elevator closed I heard the click-clack of my mother’s high-heels on the floor in the reception area.

“Hold the elevator,” my mother yelled but the doors slammed shut before she could see me.

As the car descended I smirked to myself; now I had some bargaining power over mother and grandfather; but how best to use it?

Two days later Dee-Dee came to tuck me into bed. It was nine o’clock and I could smell the liquor on her breath as she bent over and kissed me.

“So how long have you been fucking grandpa Lucien?” I asked.

Mom raised her hand to slap me and then stopped with her palm inches from my face. I had screwed my eyes shut in anticipation and then I slowly opened them when the expected slap didn’t occur.

“A lot longer than you’ve been giving him panty-pops,” she smiled wickedly at me.

My face blushed a deep crimson.

“You know about the panty-pops?” I asked incredulously.

“When you started coming home from the Big House with come stains in you draws hun; you didn’t think I would notice?”

“Geez mom, I never thought about it to be honest,” I replied.

“I never even thought that you would go anywhere near a laundry hamper to see my underwear?”

“Well honey; Betty bought it to my attention. You know I had to give that black bitch a raise just to keep her mouth shut,” mother said matter-of-factly.

“You knew grandpa was sexing me up and you did nothing about it!” I cried.

“Oh come on Melissa Bouvier; you’ve been taking the old guy for money; dont play coy with me!”

“As soon as I found out I confronted the randy old bastard and told him if he ever put his cock inside any part of you I’d cut it off. And hasn’t that been the case?”

“You sit in his lap and give him a panty-pop and he pays you for it. Twenty dollars a pop I believe?” she grinned.

“But I’m your daughter mother!” I pouted.

“Cut the bullshit Mellie; us Bouvier women have been using our good looks, our pussies, asses, legs, and our mouths to make money since time immemorial.”

“My mother fucked the headmaster to get me into the right school, I fucked your father to get pregnant with you, and I fucked your grandfather so he would let me marry your father. ”

“And now every Wednesday I give him whatever he wants. Its just business.”

“You’re still a virgin though; right Mellie?” she asked.

“Of course mom!” I replied indignantly.

“Well you make sure you keep that for something special; the right man at the right time,” Dee-Dee said.

Now if you didn’t know my mother you would think this was the weirdest advice you had ever heard a mother give a daughter. But you know all about Dee-Dee because you read my brother’s story right?

“You haven’t been giving anything away have you?” mother asked, a serious note in her voice.

“No mom just panty-pops with grandpa for twenty dollars a time,” I smiled coyly.

“Well you make sure you make that old fucker pays if wants anything more than a panty-pop; and don’t let him put that big poker of his anywhere near your cunt,” she said.

“Ok mom I won’t; I promise,” I said.

She bent down and pecked me on the cheek.

“You know that you are going to the young ladies academy next semester?” Dee-Dee asked.

I had been enrolled in the ‘Graham Academy for Young Ladies’; what is sometimes called a finishing school.

“Yes mother,” I replied.

“Well they have a dress code there as you know, and we have to buy you school uniforms. Skirts, blouses, blazer, shoes and whatnot.”

“Yes?” I replied puzzled.

“Well the young ladies there wear nylons not sox; they wear pantyhose to be precise,” mother said.

“I know I’ve so been looking forward to wearing nylons; your legs look so good in them mom and I know mine will too!” I exclaimed excitedly.

“Well grandpa Lucien has asked to take you shopping to buy your uniforms. He says it will be part of his contribution towards your education. You can guarantee that he will want to buy nylons for you too,” Dee-Dee said.

“What is it with men and nylons mother?” I asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well I saw grandpa Lucien fucking grandma Jessica’s feet while she was wearing nylons; I notice grandpa stroking your legs while he fucked you; and you always wear nylons for father so I assume he likes nylons too.”

Before mom could answer I went on.

“And my brother Alex; I saw him wanking with a one of your stockings wrapped around his cock.”

“Really!” mother said a little surprised.

“Hmm I’ll have to have a word to that young man,” she mumbled to herself

“Like father; like son I suppose,” she said coming out of her reverie.

“Well Melissa; it appears that all the Bouvier men have a nylons fetish. They like their women to wear stockings or pantyhose; they like the texture, the feel, the sleekness and even the taste of nylon clad legs, pussies and asses.”

“The same goes for panties too! You have probably noticed that all of my panties are satin, silk or nylon; and so are all of yours,” she smiled.

“I see mom; and that’s why grandfather likes to rub his cock on my panties while I sit in his lap?” I said.

“Yes dear; and now he wants to buy you pantyhose; imagine how much he might pay you if you let him touch you while you were wearing pantyhose?” mother smirked mischievously.

I reached up and hugged my mother.

“Oh mother I’m so glad we had this talk; I’ve learned so much!” I squealed.

“Just like my mother passed on her knowledge to me,” she leant down and kissed me again; her perfume smelled delicious.

“Now you take that randy old fucker for all you can when he comes at you when you are wearing nylons for the first time,” she said.

“But don’t let him fuck you!” she tweaked my nose and stood up.

“Night Melissa,” she said and turned towards the door.

“Night mom,” I said and drifted off to sleep.

It was only a few days later that grandpa Bouvier picked me up in his town car to take me shopping for my Graham Academy school uniforms.

I purposely allowed my little sundress to ride up my legs showing grandpa my firm, tanned thighs. I turned in the big bucket seat and faced him. I opened my legs a little, displaying my tight white nylon panties. I knew that my hairless pussy was visible through the transparent nylon gusset.

I was shaved my pubic hair and I also used a depilatory cream to keep my pussy nice and smooth and hairless.

Grandpa glanced down at my lap and gulped.

“I appreciate you buying my uniforms for me,” I batted my eyelashes at him.

I was wearing a little makeup – some blush, eyeliner, mascara and a dab of pink lipstick. Nothing too heavy or adult, just enough to show off my girlish good looks.

Dee-Dee had shown me how to wear makeup, just like her mother had shown her. I could make myself look like a two-bit hooker, or a junior-miss beauty pageant contestant, or an innocent young girl; which was how I looked now.

I could see grandpa was smitten. Wearing my innocuous little sundress, white ankle-sox, black Mary-Jane shoes, hair-band, and a little makeup, I looked quite the Lolita; which was just the look I had planned.

Grandpa took me to an exclusive young-ladies apparel shop that specialised in providing rich young women with their Finishing School uniforms. The shop assistants were snooty and they kowtowed and grovelled when my grandfather entered the store.

They were dressed in tight black satin high-waisted pencil skirts, white satin blouses, smoky grey nylons and black patent-leather pumps with ridiculously high heels. Exquisitely coiffured, with makeup like models, they were sort of like high-class personal shoppers, only they waited on the junior-miss clientele.

One of the assistants, considerably younger than the others, was entrusted with the job of attending to grandpa Lucien. She sat him down in an armchair and bought him coffee, she fussed over him showing off her big tits and let her tight skirt ride up her thighs when she knelt in front of him to top up his coffee. If grandpa wasn’t so consumed with thinking about how he was going to get me dressed up in my Graham Academy school uniform he would probably have made a play for the sexy little shopgirl.

Two assistants took me into a large dressing room where they had already laid out some Graham Academy uniforms for me try on.

They dressed me in a formless grey pleated skirt with a hem that rested on my knees and a shapeless white cotton blouse. I looked in the mirror; not at all pleased with what I saw.

“Look ladies; you know who it is sitting outside this dressing room drinking coffee and you know who my mother is; so let’s not fuck around. Get these repulsive rags off me now and listen to what I have to say!” I demanded.

The two shopgirls paled and helped me strip down to my little white nylon panties and white lacy bra. I reached into my backpack and pulled out a picture.

“Here! This what I want,” I proffered a picture to one of them and they both looked at it incredulously.

“Well I’m sure we can accommodate you Melissa but aren’t you a little young to be wearing clothes like these?” the younger of the two asked.

I glowered and my face turned an angry red.

“Miss Bouvier to you!” I spat. “Now get me that fucking uniform bitch or you won’t have a job tomorrow!”

The assistant scurried away while her helper stood there staring the picture I had shown them. It was a picture of a St Trinnian’s schoolgirl wearing a miniskirt, open collared blouse, black nylon stockings and high-heels.

The assistant returned after a considerable amount of time during which I sat on a stool dressed only in my underwear while the other shop assistant kept me company, both of us enduring an uncomfortable silence.

“I think I have what you want Miss Bouvier; but of course you must realise that you won’t be able to wear this uniform to school,” she said.

“Of course I know that silly! You can charge five of those other shitty uniforms I tried on onto my granddaddies account along with a couple of blazers and school ties,” I said

“Now me let me check out what you have there,” I demanded.

The two women helped me squeeze into a tight, grey pleated skirt with a hem that came halfway up my thighs and then into a white satin blouse that hugged my pre-pubescent body and small ripening breasts. The blouse was open to the second button and the lacy cups of my bra were just visible. I knotted a school tie loosely around my neck.

I looked in the mirror and was very happy with what I saw. Then I remembered something

“Fuck! I forgot about shoes!” I whined.

“Your Mary-Jane’s will look nice with this outfit. It will be good something schoolgirlish to counterbalance the, shall we say, slattern-ish skirt and blouse combo,” the shop assistant smiled.

“I think you’re right,” I smiled back.

“But the little white ankle-sox have to go,” I mused.

“I have it!” the younger of the two assistants yelped, and scurried excitedly away.

Now that they were savvy to what the little rich-bitch wanted they were really getting off on helping me get the right look. It also helped that they worked on commission and were assured Lucien would proffer them a healthy tip if they made me happy.

She came back with a package of expensive pantyhose. The writing on the pack said: ‘Hanes Nearly-Nude Sheer-to-the-Waist — Size Small’.

My fingers trembled slightly as I took the package. Perfect!!!

I had the two shop assistants help me undress and slip back into my sundress.

“You can have that lot delivered tomorrow,” I pointed at the regulation school uniforms.

“Bag these and take them out to the car,” I ordered, giving one of the shopgirls the St Trinnian-like uniform and the package of pantyhose.

“Mellie! Mellie! Are you about done in there?” Grandpa Lucien called impatiently from outside the dressing room.

“I’m done grandpa; lets go home!” I hollered back.

“But? But? But? I thought you were going to show me your new uniform?” he sounded bitterly disappointed.

I came out of the dressing room and saw the dejected look on grandpa’s face.

“I’d rather show you my new uniform at the Big House grandpa; just you and me! It’s kinda special because you bought if for me,” I smiled lovingly at him.

Grandpa’s face nearly split in two as a huge grin lit up his face.

“Let’s go Mellie!” he grinned and grabbed me around the waist and spun me around, lifting me off my feet.

“But first we have to stop and get me some pantyhose.”

“Mother says Graham Academy girls have to wear nylons; not ankle-sox,” I said innocently.

Grandpa took the bait. His face flushed and I saw the beginnings of a boner in his pants.

“Right! Lets go Mellie!” he took my hand led me excitedly to the town car.

We stopped at a big department store and grandpa followed me to the hosiery section of the lingerie department. The shelves were filled with all kinds of hosiery: stockings, pantyhose, (including sheer-to-the waist and control-tops), support hose, tights, every kind of legwear imaginable.

I debated with myself whether or not to draw out the tease here in the store, I could see grandpa was getting horny just being in the hosiery section, but I knew I would be better able to manipulate him at the big house. Besides I also knew the staff here would not allow me to open the packages of nylons and model then for my grandpa here in the store.

I took a selection of hosiery to the cashier and grandpa gladly paid for them.

“It’s so exciting! I’m getting my first pair of pantyhose today and my grandpa is helping me choose them!” I giggled innocently at the cashier.

The matronly cashier gave Lucien a thinly veiled look of disgust and I sniggered to myself. It was fun to watch grandpa writhe in embarrassment whilst at the same time knowing he was hornier than a goat!

Grandpa drove us to the Big House. It was empty except for us and grandpa was breathing heavy with excitement when we finally settled ourselves in. He poured himself a large tumbler of bourbon and poured me a glass of coke.

“Why don’t you go into the den and put your feet up grandpa; I’ll come on in in a bit and show you my new school uniform,” I smiled up at him.

“Ok Mellie; I’ll see you soon honey,” he said, his voice croaking in anticipation.

“Maybe I can have a panty-pop?” he winked at me.

“Maybe? See you soon grandpa,” I said sweetly, and made my way to my room with my packages.

I shucked out of my sundress, shoes and sox and stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at myself, naked except for panties and bra. My body was waif-like; my budding titties only just filled the A-cups of my white lacy brassiere. My legs were long, coltish, and tanned; Dee-Dee said they were my best assets besides my pretty, innocent, face. My hair was honey-blonde but my cunny was smooth; the cleft of my labia majora sheathed in translucent nylon panties. I was quite the nymphette.

I stripped off my underwear and quickly showered. I dried off and used deodorant under my arms and pulled on a pink bra with lace trim. Matching panties lay on the bed; they were exactly the same size and style as the underwear I had removed to take my shower, except they were pink. I touched up my makeup and lipstick and sprayed some of Dee-Dee’s perfume on my decolletage and on the inside on my thighs (another trick mother had taught me).

Then I squeezed into the tight, grey, pleated skirt, smoothing the hem across my thighs, and then I buttoned up the figure-hugging white satin blouse. I brushed my long honey-blonde hair and put in a black plastic headband and combed the bangs out over my forehead so that my fringe framed my pretty ice-blue eyes.

“Ok Melissa; lets make the old fart pay for what he’s been yearning for!” I said to myself in the mirror.

I picked up the package of Hanes nearly-nude sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose, the pink nylon bikini panties, and my black Mary-Jane shoes and skipped off to grandpa’s den.

I put a perplexed look on my face as I stepped through the door into the darkened room; locking the door behind me. I stood in front of grandpa; bathed in the light of his reading lamp. I revelled at the look of sheer lust in his eyes as they travelled over my body, finally stopping at my pouting lips.

“Grandpa! I don’t know how to wear these!” I sulked, and dropped the package of pantyhose into his lap.

“I don’t know if they go over or under my underpants and I don’t know how to put them on!” I snivelled, dropping my shoes on the floor and holding the gossamer thin, pink nylon panties loosely at my side.

Lucien was sitting in his favourite overstuffed chair, a glass of whisky on the side table. I could see an erection was tenting the front of his trousers. He smiled at me lasciviously.

“There, there Mellie; no need to get upset. Grandpa will help you; and together we will finish getting you dressed.

I had set the bait; I knew grandpa Bouvier would be unable to resist the offer to dress his teenage granddaughter in her panties and hose. Now was the time to negotiate how much I was going to charge him for the privilege!

“Ok grandpa; that sounds like a good idea; but I’m afraid I can’t let you. That would mean you would be touching my pussy,” I whimpered.

“And mother said I should never let a man touch my pussy.”

“Well Mellie; you know we don’t tell anyone about the panty-pops?” he replied.

“Well this could be like that. I can help you finish dressing and you can sit in my lap and we can cuddle.”

I smiled. I had him hooked.

“And we don’t tell mother?”

“No Mellie, we don’t tell Dee-Dee,” he said sombrely.

He obviously didn’t know that mom had told me she knew all about the panty-pops. I had caught him in a lie but it would help me to play along.

“But grandpa, you give me twenty dollars every time I let you panty-pop me!” I whined.

“Well that’s Ok Mellie; I can give twenty dollars if you let me dress you,” he said eagerly.

“I don’t know grandpa; this isn’t the same as panty-pops; you will be touching my pussy when you help me put on my panties and pantyhose.”

Grandpa was sweating and I could see the erection pulsing in his pants. He was so turned on; I knew he would pay pretty much whatever I asked.

“I promise I won’t touch it while it is bare Mellie; I know that is the rule, that I can’t touch your bare pussy,” he went on.

I smiled and licked my lips and moved in closer so that grandpa could smell my perfume; my bare legs were close to his knees and my little titties, straining the buttons on my tight blouse, were directly in front of his eyes. He leaned forward and took my hands in his.

“So Mellie are we good to go?”

“Not really grandpa; this isn’t quite the same as panty-pops. I think you should pay me more,” I whispered.

“Mellie!!!” he hissed, the aggravation in his voice was quite clear.

I plucked the package of pantyhose out of his lap and stepped back out of his grasp.

“Don’t bother grandpa; I’ll get mother to show me how to put these on,” I teased.

“But I just wanted this to be special for you because you paid for my Graham Academy uniforms and for my first ever pair of nylons,” I said wistfully.

“Fuck,” he mumbled under his breath.

“How much Mellie?” he finally asked.

Bingo! I had him!

“I think one hundred dollars would be fair,” I smiled back.

“Fuck Mellie!!!” he yelled.

“That’s a lot of money for an eighteen year old girl,” he said condescendingly.

“Not really grandpa; I’ll need lots of spending money at the Graham Academy and besides you are rich,” I replied.

Grandpa was defeated.

“Ok Mellie; a hundred,” he said.

“And I still get the twenty if I sit in your lap after,” I smiled.

“Jesus Mellie, you sure are your mother’s daughter,” he said resignedly and reached for his wallet.

I took the hundred and twenty-five dollars and put the money on the side table. I waved the package of Hanes pantyhose in front of his face and held up the tiny pink bikini panties.

“So what goes on first grandpa; my panties or my nylons?” I asked.

Grandpa gulped and his breathing quickened.

“Well usually ladies wear their pantyhose over their panties Mellie; but us Bouvier men prefer our ladies to wear their panties over the gusset of their pantyhose.”

“It just looks better; neater, more aesthetic” he explained.

“Aesthetic?” I asked.

“Pleasing to the eye,” he explained.

“Ok let’s do that then,” I said excitedly.

Grandpa’s fingers trembled as he opened the package of Hanes sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose and pulled them free of the cellophane packet. He flicked them out and a little cardboard insert fell out and fluttered to the floor. He stretched out the diaphanous garment carefully and then opened up the waistband and stretched it.

Grandpa got out of seat and knelt before me. I watched fascinated as grandpa carefully rolled up the legs of the nearly-nude pantyhose; he opened up the waistband and then lowered the pantyhose so that the waistband was just a couple of inches off the floor.

“Just step into them Mellie; one foot at a time and scrunch up your toes so your toenails don’t make a runner. These hose are very sheer,” he explained.

I stepped forward and placed one foot at a time into the carefully rolled up legs of the pantyhose.

Grandpa was almost panting now; his hands shaking visibly.

“Ok; here we go Mellie,” he whispered excitedly.

He carefully eased the pantyhose up my legs until they bunched around my thighs; just under the hem of my skirt. They felt heavenly on my legs. They felt luxurious and sensual; I knew now why mother and grandpa liked to wear nylons.

Grandpa smoothed out the wrinkles in my hose easing the little crinkles over my knees and up my thighs. His hands felt hot and they shook as he spent quiet some time smoothing out the legs of my pantyhose.

“Mellie?” grandpa asked his voice hoarse.

“Would you mind if I took off my pants and shirt; just to make sure I don’t catch anything on these beautiful sheer nylons and ruin them,” he pleaded.

I knew that I was hearing the biggest crock of shit that I had ever been told since I found out that Santa was a fake! ‘What the hell!’ I thought; ‘take every opportunity that life presents,’ my mother always said. Especially when it came to men!

“Sure grandpa; that’ll be an extra fifty,” I said and stroked his cheek.

He didn’t even argue; he took a fifty dollar bill out of his wallet and dropped it on top of the one-twenty I already had on the side table. Then he quickly shucked out of his pants and ripped off his shirt.

Grandpa’s belly was big and hairy and his chest had titties bigger than mine. His penis poked out the front of his silk boxer shorts.

“Hold up your skirt Mellie so I can get these pantyhose all the way up,” grandpa whispered.

I slowly eased the hem of my little pleated skirt all the way up to the top of my thighs and pulled it up around my waist. My bare pussy was exposed; the flesh at the tops of my thighs and my lower belly was snow white compared to my tanned legs and stomach.

Grandpa groaned.

“Jeez Mellie; you are so beautiful.”

He caught a whiff of my perfume and the clean soapy small of my cleft.

“Ok here we go,” grandpa said and began to smooth my pantyhose the rest of the way up my thighs.

He pulled the sheer-to-the-waist gusset up around my trim belly and stroked the sleek nylon panels with his fingertips. He eased his hands around the tops of my thighs and massaged my buttocks through the diaphanous nylon. The soft sensuous feel of the silky garment encasing my legs and buttocks electrified my senses. My pussy began to tingle and I gave out a little gasp.

“They feel nice don’t they Mellie?” grandpa said, stroking my legs.

“Very nice grandpa and they look good too!” I giggled.

My long tanned legs looked longer, sleeker and more defined sheathed in the nearly-nude nylon. They were no longer the legs of a gangly teenager but those of a woman. I stroked my thighs and the front panel of the gusset of the pantyhose.

“Mmmmm……..nice grandpa,” I mewed.

“Now you know why Bouvier men like their ladies to wear hose,” he said.

“Mellie? One more favour please?” he begged.

“What now grandpa?” I feigned impatience.

“I want to hug your legs a little; just give them a little kiss and a cuddle if you don’t mind. Sort of the same as the panty-pops; I won’t touch your bare pussy I promise,” he beseeched me.

“I don’t know grandpa; that sounds pretty naughty to me and I think mother might wanna know about it if you did,” I teased.

“Another fifty?” he pleaded.

“Another hundred,” I replied.

Grandpa didn’t hesitate; he reached for his pants and took another hundred-dollar bill out of his wallet and tossed it on the pile of money on the side table next to his big chair. I had made a cool two hundred and seventy dollars and grandpa wasn’t even going to touch my naked pussy. I felt so powerful; a teenage girl had one of the most powerful men in the state begging her to let him feel her up.

Grandpa bent over and kissed the top of my right foot. Gently, slowly, his lips travelled up my leg, while his hand ran over my other leg. I felt his lips on the smooth, silky nylon as his fingertips traced a line along my left leg. I saw his cock literally throbbing in his shorts. He took his time trailing his way up my legs. He rubbed the nylon against his face, his hands, and his chest.

His free hand released his cock from the confines of his boxer shorts; it looked swollen and angry; the bulbous tip was leaking beads of clear viscous fluid. As he moved up my body, I felt his cock rub against the nylon on my calf and he shivered. Rubbing his cock against the silky feel of nylon on my leg, his lips made their way towards my pussy. He could smell my perfume and the musty scent of my virginal mound and he breathed deeply.

Grandpa bought his lips to the seam that ran down my belly, across my bare pussy and continued along the crack of my ass. He began to lick at my cleft through my pantyhose, his cock moving along the nylon that covered my thighs.

I took his head in my hands and pulled his face out of my crotch.

“Grandpa! You said you wouldn’t touch my pussy!” I whined.

“I said I wouldn’t touch your bare pussy Mellie; now let me get what I paid you for!” he replied and buried his head back between my legs.

What grandpa was doing felt very nice actually; this was the first time that I had someone’s face and lips on my pussy and now I knew why grandma and mother let men do this to them. It felt very exciting; the tingling sensations I had felt before were nothing compared to the little delightful sparks of pleasure that was igniting deep inside my quim. I decided to let grandpa continue; as long as I stayed a virgin, it didn’t really matter what grandpa did to me anyway.

As grandpa’s lips reached my pussy, I felt him suck on the panel that covered my pussy. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever experienced before and I held his head and rubbed my pussy against him.

I could see how aroused grandpa was getting at the feel of my pantyhose covered pussy being rubbed against his face. His cock was stabbing at my legs and it was throbbing so much that I thought it was going to explode. Reaching up, he spread my thighs wide and sucked the seam of the pantyhose between his lips; his tongue slid into my cleft and I felt as an intense pleasurable spark ignite a fire inside my pussy lips which flared and began to spread throughout my quim.

“Oh god grandpa; that feels so good! Please don’t stop!” I moaned.

I felt grandpa wrap his arms around my thighs and hips, then felt him bury his face deeper into my pussy. I felt his tongue lapping at my quim and then probing the folds of my pussy. I moaned and cried out, and my legs quivered. Grandpa’s cock was sliding up and down my nylon-clad leg and I could feel the heat emanating from his pulsing organ. I could also feel the wet trail of pre-seminal fluid that was soaking into the nylon. This was similar to what I felt on bottom when grandpa was giving me a panty-pop through my panties and I knew that soon he would soak my nylons with his spend.

I knew that the feel of my legs encased in the pantyhose was driving grandpa crazy and as I enjoyed his lips and tongue, I lifted the leg that grandpa was not humping let it caress his body. I could feel the heat of his body through the nylon, and the silkiness of the pantyhose on my sensitive skin added a heightened awareness for me.

“Oh god Mellie I’m is going to come!” he panted.

I knew what this meant but I didn’t want him to do that yet. I needed to tease him some more and bring him further under my spell. I intended to milk him not only of his seed but also of his money.

With all my might I pushed his face from crotch and stepped away from him. The crotch of my pantyhose was soaked with his saliva and a silvery trail of pre-cum stained the nearly-nude nylon on my calf where he had been humping my leg.

“What? Please Mellie?” he begged me, his pulsing organ jutting out from under his fat hairy belly.

“You haven’t finished dressing me yet grandpa!” I admonished him.

“You said you would show me how to dress in my uniform properly!” I tormented him.

“For fuck sake Mellie! Come on! You know what’s going on here!” he demanded his face red and angry.

“Well after you finish dressing me I’ll let you panty-pop me grandpa; wouldn’t you like to panty-pop me while I’m wearing these sheer nearly-nude pantyhose?” I baited him.

“Oh god yes! Come here then,” he gasped and reached out for me and pulled me close to him.

Grandpa was still kneeling in front of the big overstuffed chair and I stood before him with my skirt hiked up around my waist, still holding onto my pink nylon bikini panties. Grandpa snatched the panties and opened up the waistband for me to step into them.

I stepped into my panties without being told and then he began to slide my panties up my legs and the feel of the cool nylon panties against the lycra-nylon of my hose was absolutely exquisite. I shivered as grandpa pulled the tight panties up my thighs and then smoothed them out over my belly and buttocks.

“Mmmm that feels so nice grandpa,” I whinnied.

“For me too Mellie! For me too!” he groaned.

Then he gently lifted one of my feet and kissed my toes and then put the shiny black Mary-Jane on my foot, crossing the little strap across the top of my foot and doing up the little button. He eased my foot back to the floor and then did the same with my other foot. I was now fully dressed.

“Oh Jesus Mellie you look amazing!” he gasped.

“Wait here a second!”

He rummaged in the little drawer of the side table and bought out a small digital camera.

“Some pictures just for me and you!” he smiled and got clumsily to his feet.

I posed for him; giving him demure shots of me balancing on one foot with the toe of the other foot resting on the floor while I sucked on a finger. The poses became progressively more daring until he had me standing in front of him holding up my skirt whilst blowing kisses at him. All the time his cock was hard and it wobbled as it stuck out from under his belly; a thin filament of clear fluid hung from the tip.

After a few minutes taking pictures I could see that grandpa was getting very excited again and I knew that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off me for much longer. Also I had to admit, the fire in my pussy was going out and I wanted grandpa to ignite it again.

I sat down in the overstuffed chair and spread my legs, exposing the tight panties clinging to my pantyhose sheathed mound.

That was all it took! Grandpa snapped a couple of quick pictures and then tossed the camera on the table and knelt down between my legs.

I extended a leg and let my foot slide underneath him and rubbed his cock and scrotum with my foot, knowing the feel the silky nylon on his cock would drive him crazy. The good thing about my Mary-Jane’s was that the top of my foot was uncovered by shoe leather and I could feel his scrotum and his penis on my flesh through the translucent nylon.

Grandpa leaned forward and once again buried his face in my crotch; he lapped at my cunny through my panties and hose. His tongue and lips went crazy against my slit. He was sucking and licking as he pulled my pussy onto his face. I felt his hips move, his cock slid back and forth along my foot, enjoying the feel of my pantyhose against his manhood.

“Oh this is so nice grandpa! Do you do this with grandma too?” I asked innocently, knowing full well that he not only did this with grandma but with my mother as well.

The randy old goat was having sex with three generations of Bouvier women!

“Never mind about me and grandma, Mellie; I want to kiss you a little bit while we play panty-pops,” he said pulling his head out my lap.

“Oh I like it when you kiss me grandpa!” I squealed.

“Sure grandpa; go ahead. If I don’t like it I’ll let you know but you have sure earned your panty-pop today,” I grinned.

I might as well get this over with now I thought. Grandpa had given me lots of money and I had let him do things to me that I had never let him do before. I knew that he would want to do this again and I was more than ready to oblige; so long as he was willing to pay of course!

Grandpa moved between my legs and I clenched my legs around his body, raking his flanks with my nyloned legs. He shook with pleasure and I looked up at him and smiled. I pulled on his arms, pulling him towards me. He moved up, his lips crushing mine. Then he forced my mouth open and put in his tongue. This was very different to the chaste kisses that grandpa normally gave me but he tasted nice and it felt quite pleasurable and I felt the little fire in my groin ignite again.

Grandpa did not need any further encouragement. He positioned his cock along the inside of my thigh and then pushed forward so that it slid inside the leg of my bikini panties and rested against the folds of my pussy. Panty-pops! But this time it was different! He was on top of me rather than me sitting his lap; and his cock was sliding along my cunny cleft instead of along the crease of my buttocks. It felt very nice!

With one thrust his cock slid into the folds of my cunt; only the translucent pantyhose prevented him from entering me. I scooted forward a bit so that his shaft nestled in the crease of my slit and for the first time I noticed that I was a little wet down there. Not just from grandpa’s secretions but from my own juices.

I cried out at the feeling when for the first time ever, a cock slid across my hooded little clitoris. Oh this was so nice! So much better than when he panty-popped my bottom! I began to move back and forth against him and grandpa began to piston in and out the silky tunnel created by the material of my panties on the top of his shaft and satiny fabric of my pantyhose on the underside of it. He pressed the shaft down into the folds of my pussy, his hands sliding down to my hips, feeling my pantyhose sheathed ass and legs.

I held him close as he wrapped my legs around his waist, making sure I rubbed his legs and ass with my legs, letting him feel the softness of my pantyhose against his skin. Grandpa began to pump in and out of the lycra-nylon tunnel of panty and hose clad pussy faster and faster, the feel of my pantyhose against his body exciting him as he panted and gasped.

As grandpa panty-popped me I could feel the flimsy pantyhose material rubbing against my swollen pussy lips. With each thrust I could feel myself getting wetter as his glans rubbed against my clitty. I conjured up memories of him doing this to my mother and grandmother and I knew now why they let him. It felt so good! What had I been missing? But of course they let him put it inside them and I would definitely not be letting grandpa do that. Not for two hundred and seventy dollars! My virginity would cost him a lot more than that!

“Oh Mellie this feels so good and I know you like it too! I can feel you becoming wet down there!” he moaned.

“I’m going to make you very wet soon Mellie so get ready! Grandpa is going to come!”

I clung to him tightly, my hips moved with his as I felt the now familiar tingle begin to build. Grandpa grabbed my bottom, his fingers buried deep within my flesh; the layers of panty and pantyhose fabric slithering against each other. I was moving with grandpa, feeling my pussy being chafed by my gossamer pantyhose, but in a nice way.

“Oh Mellie! You little vixen I’m going to come!” grandpa howled.

Usually grandpa just grunted and moaned when he came against me; he had to keep quiet as there were always other people at the Big House; but this time we were alone and this panty-pop was so much different to the other ones. We used to pretend there was nothing really wrong with it when I sat in his lap and he bounced me up and down on his cock, until he came on the back or in the gusset of my panties; but this was as close to fucking as you could get without penetration. This was sex! This was incest!

Grandpa removed his hands from my legs and ass and groped my titties through my blouse and bra. I kept my legs around his waist and pulled him against me, our tongues entwined. The little fire in my pussy had spread to a raging inferno engulfing my body. I knew that I was about to experience my first orgasm and scrunched my bottom and lifted my crotch up hard against grandpa’s thrusting cock.

A wave intense pleasure wracked my body and I began to shake; I drummed my heels against grandpa’s back and raked his flanks and pulled my body hard against his as my pussy convulsed and my juices began to flow. I was coming and it felt absolutely heavenly.

“Oh Mellie I’m glad you like this as much as I do; I’m coming too honey,” he gasped and then crushed my lips with his.

I felt his cock pulse and quiver and then streams of hot semen began to scald my little pussy. It soaked into my panties and hose but still it kept coming and I could feel it run down the cleft of pussy and down my ass crack.

Grandpa squeezed me so tight I couldn’t breathe and I wriggled and writhed against him as we both came; I squeezed him between my thighs and pounded his back with my feet and still his cock quivered and convulsed against my tender pussy. The musky smell of spent semen filled the air.

Eventually both our orgasms began to subside and soon grandpa was lying in my arms; his cock slowly deflating against my bruised pussy. Grandpa was kissing me tenderly; little butterfly kisses on my lips, cheeks and eyelids.

“That was so nice Mellie; but you definitely can’t tell anyone about it!” he said sombrely.

Now that his lust was sated he realised what he done was far more lecherous than our panty-pops. This was undeniable incest; this would send him to jail!

“Don’t worry grandpa; this will be our special secret! I won’t tell anyone; just like I never told anyone about our panty-pops when I sat in your lap all those times,” I said.

“And maybe I might let you do it to me again sometime,” I smiled ominously.

“What?” he asked incredulously.

“Well you like it; and I like it; and mother said that as long as I keep my virginity I can explore my body. So maybe we could do it again,” I smiled.

“For a fee,” I added.

“Fucking Dee-Dee,” he lamented.

“That’s right grandpa; mother taught me well!” I smiled and wriggled out from underneath him.

My panties and hose were soaked with grandpa’s come and my skirt and blouse were wrinkled. I straightened myself up as best I could.

“I better get showered and changed before mom and grandma come home; and I better not let Betty wash these clothes either, she might tell mother about them,” I said.

“No way Mellie! You make sure you wash those clothes secretly and hide them where they won’t be found,” grandpa said nervously.

“Until we need them again?” I asked slyly.

“Jesus Mellie! I’ll say it again; you are your mother’s daughter.”

“You bettcha!” I smiled and pocketed the cash from the side table.

I went over to the door, unlocked it and ran to my room; leaving grandpa to clean up the den and get dressed before Dee-Dee and grandma Jessica came home.

And so it went on; I had been playing panty-pops with grandpa Lucien about once a month for the last two years and charging him for the pleasure. Now I was older I always wore pantyhose when we played panty-pops, and if we were alone at the Big House I would also dress in my sexy schoolgirl outfit. I was charging grandpa one hundred dollars for a panty-pop, and one hundred and fifty if I wore the uniform.

We had come a long way from my grandpa rubbing his cock against my panty-clad ass; I was now letting him rub his cock against my pantyhose-clad pussy. I would let him put his cock in the folds of my nylon covered vagina and hump away until he came; grandpa liked me to sit in the big chair with my skirt hiked up and my legs spread while he humped me, or he would sit in the chair and have me straddle him.

Either way I usually got to experience an orgasm so I didn’t mind. Grandpa would sometimes ask me to bend over and he would slide his penis between my satin panties and my pantyhose-clad ass and dry-fuck me doggy style (he insisted I always wear my panties over my pantyhose). This did not usually bring me to orgasm but I didn’t mind; I was still getting paid, and by now I had discovered the joys of masturbation so I could finish myself off later.

My mother Dee-Dee was well aware of the naughty games I was playing with grandpa and encouraged me to take as much money as I could from the old goat. She was still providing him with sexual services every Wednesday afternoon as per the pre-nuptial agreement she had made with him in order for her to marry my dad. What a fucked up family!

I was now studying at the Graham Academy and I was allowed to go home one weekend a month as well as the school holidays. It was on these weekends and holidays that I went up to the Big House to earn pocket money off grandpa. It was also around this time that I found out my brother Alexander, two years my junior, had inherited the Bouvier fetish for panties and nylons.

Although Alex and I had Betty, our nanny and housemaid, I was careful to wash out my own panties and pantyhose after grandpa had come on me during a panty-pop session. I didn’t want Betty to know what I was up to, so I didn’t put my panty-pop underwear in the family wash. I did put my everyday panties and hosiery in the laundry wash basket though and it was one Saturday when I was home from the Academy that I made a discovery that would add to the income I was squeezing out of grandpa.

I was going to go up to the Big House later that afternoon and I had put a nice pair of blue satin full-cut panties in my backpack but I didn’t have a clean pair of pantyhose to take with me. I had asked grandpa to buy me some more pantyhose and I would pick them up this afternoon but I didn’t want to waste a brand new pair of nylons on a panty-pop as they often got holed or a runner from grandpa’s vigorous thrusting. They also got stretched and stained so I usually wore my pre-worn, second-best, pantyhose for panty-pops.

So I went to the wash basket to take out the pair of pantyhose I had worn home from school. As I pulled the diaphanous garment from under the other clothing in the wash basket I could feel that they were damp. I held the pantyhose up to the light and saw the telltale silvery traces of semen, which I confirmed when I put my fingers to my nose. The musty, slightly salty tang of male discharge assaulted my olfactory system. I smiled to myself.

There could be only two people wanking into my pantyhose; either my father or my brother. As my dad got to fuck Dee-Dee whenever he wanted (and I knew she wore pantyhose or stockings to cater to his fetish) I doubted it was him. My brother was the obvious culprit.

Being a Bouvier male, Alex would undoubtedly have a raging nylons and panty fetish now that he was entering puberty. I rummaged around in the laundry basket until I found the black nylon bikini panties I had worn home. Sure enough; the crotch was soaked with semen. Still warm semen! The little bastard had not long ago shot his load into my panties!

My devious mind ruminated on how to take advantage of this interesting situation. I couldn’t squeeze my brother for the large sums I was making out of grandpa but he still got a decent allowance and I knew he had quite a bit of money in savings. The Bouvier clan was still quite chauvinistic and for some reason my father felt he should give Alex a larger allowance than he gave me, even though I was the older sibling.

I hatched my plan right then and there in the laundry, holding my cum-drenched panties and pantyhose in my hands. I took the garments back to my room and called the Big House from the phone in my bedroom.

“Hi grandpa; its me Mellie,” I sang sweetly into the receiver.

“Oh Hi Mellie, are you coming over soon, you know how much your granddaddy likes you to visit,” he said, the lechery in his voice was palpable.

“Sorry grandpa; we’ll have to take a raincheck. I can’t make it this afternoon,” I said and quickly went on.

“I have some really important school work that I have to do today; but I can come over tomorrow. Grandma Jessica and Dee-Dee are going to a ladies charity auction and will be gone all afternoon. We’ll have the Big House to ourselves!” I said, knowing it would excite him having me alone in the house for a few hours.

“It’s a shame Mellie; I was looking forward to seeing you this afternoon but it will be nice to have the house to ourselves,” he said lasciviously.

Grandpa knew that with both of us alone in the Big House I would dress up in my naughty schoolgirl uniform for him and he could take his time panty-popping me. If I visited the Big House with my parents, or if grandpa Jessica was home, he had to settle for a quick panty-pop while I sat on his lap in his study, ever mindful that we could be discovered.

“Look forward to seeing you tomorrow then Mellie,” he said.

“Don’t forget that will be one-fifty grandpa,” I said wanly.

“Jeez Melissa; you’re just like your mother! A mercenary bitch!” he chuckled.

“See ya!” I said sweetly and hung up.

‘Now…………..to take care of Alex’ I mused.

I put on a little more makeup; black eyeliner, mascara, pink and mauve eyeshadow and cherry lipstick. I shucked out of my clothes and admired my pubescent body in the mirror. I was curving nicely, my ass was a little rounder and my hips fuller but my titties were still small; they only just filled an A-cup. I didn’t mind; the Lolita thing was working well for me with grandpa; and other boys had begum to notice me.

I took the blue satin full-cut panties out of my backpack and rummaged around in my lingerie drawer until I found a bra that matched. It was blue nylon, with transparent cups; and when I put it on my dark areola were visible through the translucent blue nylon. Next I examined the tan coloured, semen-stained pantyhose. Silvery cum trails had dried on one of the legs and there was also a small runner. Perfect!

I rolled up the legs of the pantyhose and sat on the bed and pulled them up my tanned legs, smoothed them around my thighs, and pulled the gusset tight around my ass. I looked at them in the mirror. The cum-stain was high on my right thigh and the little runner ran down to my knee. I stepped into the satin panties and pulled them tight.

I went to the wardrobe and took out a little skirt that I hadn’t worn for over a year. It was at least one size too small for me and tight around my waist; the hem rested invitingly halfway up my coltish thighs. I put on a white rayon blouse, which was also a little too tight, and when I buttoned it up the fabric strained against the buttons, opening it up slightly. I could just make out my dark nipples through the gauzy layers of the rayon blouse and nylon bra material.

I stepped into a pair of black wedge-heeled court shoes; the closest thing to high-heels that Dee-Dee would let me wear. I doused myself in perfume and brushed my hair.

Once again I looked at myself in the mirror and was satisfied with what I saw. Although I had the body of a teenager; my makeup and clothing made me look like quite the little harlot. I picked up the cum-soaked panties I had rescued from the laundry basket and put them in a little purse which I slung over my shoulder and walked purposely out of my bedroom and down to my brother’s room.

It was Betty’s afternoon off so I knew we had the house to ourselves for a couple of hours as I burst into my brother’s bedroom without knocking.

Alex was lying on his bed, naked except for a pair of Speedos; his hair was damp. He must have just finished taking a dip in our heated pool.

“For fuck sake Mellie! Don’t you ever knock?” he yelped.

He had been looking at a magazine, which he quickly slammed, shut and pushed under his pillow. An erection tented the front of the Lycra swimsuit he was wearing and he pulled a towel over his lap to try to disguise it.

Alex and I had a typical teenage sibling relationship. We often quarrelled, but because I spent so much time away from home at the Graham Academy we hadn’t seen much of each other over the last two years.

He was lean, tanned, and well muscled, with sun-bleached hair; a budding jock who would drive the girls crazy in a couple of years. His icy-blue eyes were the same as mine and I saw them crawl over my body; irresistibly drawn to my legs. I heard the sharp intake of breath as he took in my short skirt and tight blouse.

“Where the fuck are you going dressed like that! A teenage hookers convention?” he taunted.

“Oh Alex don’t be mean,” I pouted.

I walked into his room, purposefully closing and locking the door behind me. Alex gulped and stared at me wide-eyed.

“What the fuck do you want Mellie; I’m busy,” he whined; but his eyes never left my body, scrutinising me from head to toe.

“Well what I want is an explanation,” I murmured.

“You see I got all dressed up to meet some of my girlfriends downtown but when just as I was about to leave I realised I had a problem.”

“Problem? What problem?” he asked.

“Its probably best if I show you,” I said and walked over to the edge of his bed.

Alex was now lying on the bed only a few feet from where I was standing.

“See?” I said.

I slowly raised the hem of my skirt, exposing the runner and stains in my tan pantyhose near the top of my thigh. I put my right knee on the edge of his bed and my skirt rode further up my thighs.

Little beads of sweat broke out on my brother’s brow and he licked his lips. His eyes were riveted on my thigh.

“Well what’s the problem?” he swallowed eagerly.

“See the runner in my pantyhose?” I asked.

“I can’t go out with a runner in my nylons,” I said.

“Sure,” he said, mesmerised by the proximity of my body to his.

“And I don’t have any more pantyhose to wear; I had to take these out of the laundry basket.”

My brother’s face suddenly blushed a deep crimson. He pulled his gaze from my thigh and looked me in the eyes.

“Well what do you want me to do about it?” he snapped.

“I want you to pay for a new pair,” I replied.

“Because this runner and that silvery stain is your work,” I stated.

His face grew intensely red and his lips quivered. His body was shaking slightly.

“What the fuck do you mean!” he snapped, but the guilt was evident in his voice.

“Give me your hand!” I demanded, and he held it out as if in a trance.

I placed his trembling fingers on my nylon-clad thigh next to the runner and rubbed them on the stain. Then I pushed them back in his face directly under his nose.

“Smell!” I ordered.

“That is semen! Cum! Spunk! Spend! Cock Juice! Call it what you will Alex.”

“And it’s yours!”

Alex began to shake and a single tear ran down his face. He was humiliated.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” he began to babble.

“Oh please don’t tell mom! Don’t tell dad!” he begged.

I smiled at him and sat down on the bed.

“Don’t be silly Alex; why would I do that?” I said sardonically.

“I can do a lot better than that.”

“What?” he whispered.

“Well to start with you can buy me some new pantyhose,” I smiled at him.

My skirt had ridden up to the tops of my thighs now and the crotch of my blue satin panties peeked from under the hem. The buttons on my blouse strained to contain my little titties; my nipples were clearly visible through the gossamer layers of blouse and bra.

Alex was entranced. He didn’t know whether to look up my skirt or down my blouse. The miasma of my perfume and the closeness of my body excited him despite his embarrassment.

I played my trump card.

I rummaged around in my purse and pulled out the cum-soaked black nylon bikini panties and dropped them in his lap.

“And of course there are these…………” I said mischievously.

I didn’t think Alex could blush any redder than he already was; but his face turned purple. He was gasping for breath.

“So you will be buying me new pantyhose and panties and also you will be paying me to keep me quiet,” I said.

“Oh god! Of course I will Mellie; just please don’t tell anyone!” he beseeched me.

“But it’s not all bad news for you Alex,” I smiled lasciviously.

“You get something in return,” I went on.

“What Mellie?” he whimpered.

“This!” I said and took his hand and placed it back on my thigh.

Alex began to gently stroke my nylon-encased thigh; his breathing became ragged and I could see his erection growing under the towel covering his groin.

“But boy it’s gonna cost you!” I giggled.

Alex was absentmindedly stroking my thigh; his fingers lightly caressing my warm flesh through my pantyhose.

“So you obviously have a fascination for my panties and pantyhose?” I asked; the question of course was rhetorical.

Alex just smiled guiltily.

“Looks like you emptied a considerable load here,” I teased, holding up the cum-drenched panties.

“I don’t know where the compulsion comes from Mellie; but I just love the feel of panties and nylons,” he whispered.

“I know I shouldn’t; but I can’t help taking yours and mom’s out of the wash basket and………….well you know………..doing stuff with them.”

“You mean masturbating?” I said.

“Well…..yeah……..wanking……….you know!” he murmured.

“And……………Gee………..I don’t know……..I like to sniff them and lick them,” the guilt and embarrassment evident in his tone.

I have to admit the thought of my brother wrapping my pantyhose around his cock and wanking while he sniffed my panties made me a little hot. My cunt began to moisten.

“And I look at these,” he said, pulling the magazine out from under the pillow.

I flicked through the magazine. It was a glamour magazine; the models wearing sophisticated fashion: skirts, blouses, business suits. All the models wore hosiery and high-heels. The centre pages contained pictures of women in expensive lingerie: panties, bustieres, garter-belts, brassieres, stockings, fashion pantyhose, and the obligatory high-heels. All of the models were full-figured, mature women, wearing heavy makeup and coiffured hair.

“Some of them look like mom; don’t you think?” he asked guiltily.

“Yeah I guess some of them do,” I answered.

Alex’s fingers were still softly exploring my thigh and I was getting wetter.

“Do you think about mom when you masturbate?” I asked.

He blushed again.

“Sometimes,” he replied.

“And sometimes I think about you,” he looked me directly in the eyes.

I met his gaze and put my hand on his and gently moved it up my thigh so that his palm rested on the front of my panties and his fingers stroked the very tops of my thighs.

My brother gasped.

“And what else do you think about?” I teased, I opened my legs a little so that he had better access to my crotch.

“I think about you dressed like the women in my magazines. Wearing short skirts, tight blouses, nylons, sexy panties and high heels. Sometimes I think about you in your Graham Academy uniform.”

“And?” I encouraged him to go on.

“I watch you and mom all the time around the house; you both ignore me and think nothing of showing off your legs, tits and asses when I’m around. You don’t do it on purpose; I’m just invisible to you both I guess.”

“Once mother had me straighten the seams on the back of her stockings before she went out with dad. I nearly came in my pants and I wanked off into a pair of her panties as soon as they left.”

“And once you came home and fell asleep on the couch in you uniform; your skirt had ridden right up and I could see all up your legs, your ass and your panties. You didn’t know it but I snuck up on you and stroked your legs and your ass very softly and then I ran away and wanked into a pair of pantyhose that you had thrown out in the trash.”

My juices were well and truly flowing now.

“So this isn’t the first time you have felt me up then?” I grinned mischievously.

“It’s the first time I’ve touched the front of you like this,” he smiled back at me and rubbed the front panel of my satin panties.

“And what would you like to do to me Alex?” I asked him directly.

“You know you can’t fuck me!” I warned him.

He looked shocked.

“Geez Mellie I would never ask you to do that!” he said.

“But I’d really like to feel you up; to put my cock on your leg, or even on your pussy,” he murmured.

His face had dropped and his chin rested on his chest with embarrassment and his hand, though still under my skirt, had ceased to stroke me. I understood his dilemma and I was about to solve it for him.

“Well Alex, first we have to talk about keeping secret the fact that you are taking mine and Dee-Dee’s underwear from laundry basket and wanking into it. I think fifty dollars a month should cover that,” I said.

“Sure Mellie; just keep it a secret is all I ask,” he capitulated.

“And I think that you should buy me four pairs of pantyhose every month,” I went on.

“Ah fucking Geez Mellie; I don’t wanna go into a store and buy women’s pantyhose,” he whined.

“Besides I’m already gonna pay you fifty a month anyway.”

“Oh come on Alex; you can’t tell me you haven’t bought pantyhose before. You can’t have a raving fetish like yours and not have bought some of your own to play with,” I replied.

“Geez Mellie, you read me like a book,” he grinned.

He rolled over to the other edge of the bed and rummaged between the mattress and the base and pulled out a tangled mess of pantyhose.

“L’eggs; my favourite,” he smiled.

“Well you can buy them for me now. But the bonus will be that when I’ve finished with them I’ll give them back to you,” I said.

“Deal!” he beamed at me.

“Unwashed,” I said seductively.

The towel covering his speedos had come off when he rolled over and I saw his long thick cock throb when I said the word “unwashed”.

I put my other knee on the bed so that I was kneeling beside his prostrate body.

“Scoot!” I waved him over to the other side of the bed.

Then I lay down on the bed beside him; one knee drawn up so that my skirt was riding high on my thighs. I could hear his laboured breathing caused by my proximity to his near naked body.

I took his hand and placed it on my raised knee. He kneaded my leg for a while then he began to trace the little wrinkles in my pantyhose at the back of my knee.

“And now about that other thing,” I went on.

“Have you ever heard of panty-pops?” I asked.

Alex shook his head and I inwardly smiled. Of course he hadn’t; but he was about to find out.

“You can put your cock on my legs, on my ass, and even on my pussy sometimes. But its gonna cost you.”

Alex groaned in anticipation.

“A hundred a time,” I said flatly.

“Fuck that’s a lot of money Mellie! I’m still in school and I’m already gonna pay you fifty a month and buy you nylons!” he whined.

“I think you’ll find I’m worth it,” I replied.

I lifted my brother’s hand from my knee and pushed it under my skirt and placed it firmly on panty-clad cunt. I held it there and lifted my ass up and rubbed my pussy on his hand. Then I reached across with my free hand and ran my long cherry-red fingernails along the shaft of his penis, my fingernails rasping on his lycra speedos.

“Oh Geez Sis; you are one horny bitch! Ok! Ok! A hundred a time it is!” he moaned.

“So when do we do this?”

“Oh as soon as you give me the hundred dollars,” I smiled.

“I have it over there in my wallet; do you trust me to pay you after Mellie; I’m so fucking horny!” Alex begged.

“Sure brother of mine……………Now what would you like?” I smiled and deliberately gazed at his erect cock.

“You said a fuck is out of the question Sis?” he laughed.

“You bet its out of the question Alex! I’m a virgin and I’m pretty certain you are too; and I’m not giving you my virginity.”

“What about I take the lead and if you don’t like what I’m doing I’ll give you a discount,” I said and squeezed his cock.

It was longer than grandpa’s, but not as thick. It felt warm and I could feel the blood pulsing through the veins, even though it was still trapped inside his speedos.

“Mmmmmm!” Alex moaned.

“Let me see it,” I croaked, my pussy was getting wetter.

“No, you take it out,” he whispered; his voice thick with lust.

I slid my fingers inside his swimsuit and for the first time ever I touched a naked penis. It was hot and throbbing, the shaft was smooth and silky and the glans was bulbous and spongy. I had seen plenty of hard cocks before and grandpa had put his cock on my legs, ass, and even on my pussy, but I was always wearing panties and pantyhose so it had never touched my bare skin. My brother’s cock was the first cock I had actually touched.

It felt wonderful and I felt a sense of power as I slowly squeezed it and the slowly and deliberately raked my fingernails along the shaft and over the head.

“Oh Geez Sis! You are the first girl ever to do that,” my brother groaned.

“What about if I do this?” I teased.

I freed his penis and scrotum from his Speedos; his cock was fully erect and lay along his tight belly. Then I reached over and took the L’eggs pantyhose that he had pulled from under his pillow and began to roll up one of the legs.

“Oh my god Mellie are you going to…??????”

My brother was suddenly speechless as I slid the silky nylon pantyhose over his cock and pulled it tight. A globule of clear pre-seminal fluid seeped from the eye of his cock and seeped through the nylon.

“Oh that feels so good!” he grunted.

“Mmmmm I bet,” I said; “but its time you did something for me too!”

Without taking my hand from my brother’s nylon sheathed cock I pulled myself up into a sitting position and then straddled my brother’s prone body; my knees either side of his head. As I lowered my crotch to his face he instinctively raised his hands, slid them under my skirt and pulled my silky buttocks down so that my panty-clad cunt pressed against his lips. He gently kissed my pussy and then traced the outline of my pubis with his tongue.

I slid my fingers lightly up and down his nylon-covered cock; the friction of my fingers on the taut nylon created a muffled hissing sound in the quiet room; the only other sound was our panting as our excitement grew. Alex moaned softly and I slid my hand into the other leg of the pantyhose began so slowly stroke his scrotum.

“Oh Geez Sis; that’s so nice! I think I’m going to come!” he cried; the sound muffled by my pussy pressing against his lips.

I increased the tempo and began to furiously wank my brother’s cock while I scrubbed his scrotum with my other pantyhose covered hand.

“Oh my god!” Alex screamed.

I pushed my cunt hard against his face and wriggled my ass. Alex slathered my cunt through the layers of satin and nylon; his tongue finally finding my clitoris through the folds of slinky fabric. Little sparks of pleasure began to emanate from my vagina. I knew that Alex wouldn’t be able to make me come before he did; but it did feel really nice and I decided I would get him off quickly so that he could recover and do me properly.

I gripped his cock tighter and squeezed as I moved my fingers up and down his shaft.

“OOOOhhhhhh!” he bellowed at the top his lungs.

By brother’s cock convulsed and a huge puddle of semen oozed through the nylon sheath encasing his cock. His cock quivered again and a stream of cum erupted from the eye and ran down his shaft and covered my fingers in sticky goo. This was followed by a succession of explosive spurts of hot semen. Some of it soaked into the pantyhose and some of it pooled around the base of his cock.

Alex was moaning and shaking as his orgasm wracked his body. My cunt pressed against his mouth muffling his cries as I franticly wanked his ejaculating penis.

My pussy was soaking and I could feel an intense sexual energy pulsing from my groin and spreading through my body. I was panting; close to coming, but Alex couldn’t stimulate me enough through my panties and pantyhose to finish the job. It was ok though; I knew he would get me off in a little while.

His cock was slowly deflating; it was not flaccid, it was semi-tumescent and still leaking little gobbets of semen but most of his discharge had been spent. His cock looked a little cute; the pantyhose loosely wrapped it; the nylon stuck to his glans had darkened where the semen had soaked into it. A huge gobbet of come was stuck to the hose covering the eye of his penis; a runlet of semen ran down the shaft and puddles of white spend pooled in his pubis and on his flat belly.

I curiously dipped my fingertip into the gobbet of sperm and lifted a large globule to my nostrils. It smelled musty but not unpleasant. I placed it on my tongue and savoured the salty, musky flavours of my brother’s emissions. My cunt convulsed and leaked more juices into my panties.

“What are you doing Sis?” Alex asked.

His face was out of my groin and he was looking at me between my legs.

“I always wondered what it tasted like?” I smiled.

“And?” he asked.

“Not bad,” I giggled and playfully rubbed his belly, smearing the semen that had pooled there over his body.

I lifted myself off him and lay down beside him again.

“Nice?” I asked stroking his semi-hard cock.

“Wonderful! Better than anything I’ve ever experienced before,” he smiled.

I carefully unrolled the L’eggs pantyhose off his cock and used them to wipe away the come from his belly and his groin; then I softly wiped away the remaining sperm off his penis. My ministrations awaked the lust in him and his semi-tumescent member became fully erect once more.

“Hmmmm,” he groaned.

“Christ Alex you’re hard again,” I giggled and lightly ran my fingers up and down his turgid member.

He looked me earnestly in the eyes.

“Mellie? You said I could, you know, put it on your pussy right?”

“I’ve never touched a girl like I just touched you; you make me so hot and you understand my fetish. I really want to put it on your pussy,” he whispered.

“But only through my pantyhose; not inside,” I whispered back.

I was as hot as he was; fully aroused and not yet sated.

“You are so beautiful Mellie; I’ve never noticed that before,” he smiled at me and stroked my face gently with his fingers.

“And its going to cost you another hundred,” I leaned over and whispered in his ear and squeezed his rock hard cock.

“Ok,” he whispered in my ear and then moved his lips to mine.

He kissed me; a little awkwardly at first and then he slipped his tongue into my mouth and my pussy began to cream. No one had kissed me like this before; I hadn’t even let grandpa Lucien kiss me while we played panty-pop, at least not like this.

I responded and allowed my brother to ease me onto my back. As climbed on top of me; the kiss remained unbroken. He kissed me passionately and his hands roamed all over my body. He felt my titties through my blouse but he didn’t linger there. His hands ran down by body and then he found my thighs and began to caress them; his fingers hissed on my sleek nylon-clad legs as he explored them from the tops of my thighs down to my knees.

He rucked up my skirt and I felt his red-hot penis against my leg. He began to hump my legs and I closed them and trapped his cock between my thighs and kissed him back. Our muffled cried echoed in the dark quiet bedroom.

Alex was humping away like crazy; it was the first time he had ever put his cock on a girl’s body and despite his recent orgasm; I wasn’t sure how long he would last. My panties were soaking wet and my cunt was quivering; I was dying for release. I took the lead.

I put my hand down between our bodies and pushed my brother off me a little. He resisted at first but when I opened my legs he knew what was coming and willingly complied. All the time we were frantically kissing each other, moaning and mewing as our arousal began to peak.

I took hold of bother’s cock and rubbed the glans against the front panel of my panties; not the area over my cunt but the taut silky fabric on my belly. That part of my panty was still dry and Alex gasped as his hypersensitive cock rubbed against the cool slippery satin.

“Oh Geez Mellie; this is so lovely. Please put it on your pussy! Please! Please! Please!” he begged.

I grinned and then pulled his face back down to mine and our teeth cracked briefly before his tongue once again invaded my mouth and began to explore.

I moved his cock and placed it in the valley where my thigh joined my torso and rubbed it on my pantyhose. Only briefly though; I knew it would be highly stimulating for him. I opened the leg-hole of my panties and slid my bother’s cock inside my panties. He thrusted awkwardly.

“Shhh………….Easy Alex; let me do it,” I crooned into his ear and then kissed him again.

I positioned his cock on my labia majora; the folds of my pussy, wrapped in gossamer nylon, enfolded his shaft. I wriggled and re-positioned his cock so that his glans opened my inner pussy lips and scoured my clitty. Waves of pleasure washed over me as my brother began to dry-fuck me. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist, making sure my nylons rubbed against his sensitive skin.

“Oh Christ Mellie!” Alex moaned and began to slowly hump me, kissing me feverishly. His hands slid under my buttocks and he lifted my ass up to meet his thrusts.

Dry humping was hardly the word for what we were doing. The crotch of my pantyhose and panties was soaked with my brother’s saliva and my own juices and his cock was leaking pre-seminal fluid. The friction of his shaft against my tender clit was incredibly stimulating. I was close to coming.

Alex’s thrusts were getting harder and faster and the head of his penis was getting dangerously close to entering my vagina; only the flimsy gossamer fabric of my pantyhose prevented him from entering me.

I one again reached down and placed the shaft of his penis inside the folds of my cunny, ensuring the head maintained its vigorous massaging of my clitoris. I locked my legs around my brother’s back and raised my ass up to meet his thrusts.

“Come for me Alex! Come all over your sister’s wet cunt!” I panted in his ear.

“I’m coming with you Alex! Come in my slick silken cunt!”

I smashed my mouth against his and rubbed my silken-clad legs along his flanks and ground my pussy against his rock-hard penis. I drove my tongue deep into his mouth and drummed my heels against his back as my orgasm washed over me.

Alex screamed into my mouth and frantically pounded his pulsing penis against my sodden minge and I felt his cock throb and quiver as scalding hot semen flooded the gusset of my hose and soaked my cunt; his juices intermingled with mine.

We both ground against each other frantically kissing, groping and grinding our bodies together. Alex’s fingernails dug into my buttocks; his hands had slid inside my panties and my pantyhose tore as his fingers raked my plump buttocks.

His cock quivered and pulsed as his seed continued to flood my pussy; the head of his cock rubbed and ground against my clitty and my body convulsed and contorted as I writhed in his grasp. My pussy was sore; but good sore. Waves of pleasure wracked my body. This was so much more intense than the orgasms I had achieved with grandpa Lucien. This was close to fucking! Very close!

We writhed and groaned, and rolled, and kissed, and slathered at each other for what seemed like an eternity. I could feel scalding hot semen running down my ass crack; it felt like Alex’s come was a never-ending torrent!

Eventually our orgasms subsided and Alex lay on top of me; his slowly deflating penis enfolded in my gauzy hosed cunt. We still kissed but now the kisses were tender and soft; Alex stroked my thigh with one hand; his other stroked my cheek.

“That was intense Sis,” he panted.

“Yeah; it was,” I sighed.

“Where did you learn to do that Mellie?” he asked, looking directly into my eyes.

“None of your business brother; just be glad I learned,” I smiled up at him.

“I ruined your nylons,” he laughed and poked a finger into one of the holes he had torn in the pantyhose covering my ass.

“That’s ok Alex; someone is going to keep me in a steady supply,” I cheekily smiled back at him.

“Can I have them then?” he smiled sheepishly at me and blushed.

I giggled.

“Alex you just dry humped your sister; you came within a hairs-breath of fucking me, and you are blushing because you want my unwashed pantyhose for a trophy?” I smirked.

“It’s not like you’re getting them for nothing anyway; you owe me two hundred and fifty dollars and four pairs of L’eggs pantyhose.”

“Geez Mellie; for a teenager you sure are mercenary,” he whined.

“Wasn’t it worth it?” I smiled seductively up at him and wriggled my quim against his flaccid penis.

“Yep! And I want to do it again. And again, and again, and again!” he laughed.

I pushed him off me and got off the bed; pulling down my skirt and straightening my blouse. He rolled on his back and hiked up his speedos. His flanks and sides were raw where I had spurred him on. I still had my court-shoes on and my heels had done some damage. Not that I was any better. My makeup was smeared, my pantyhose ripped and soaked in semen, as were my panties. My dress was wrinkled and some of Alex’s semen had soaked into it.

“Don’t let mother or Betty see that rash or you will have some explaining to do,” I pointed to the raw skin on his flanks.

“Don’t worry Mellie; this is our solemn secret,” he smiled up at me.

“Don’t fucking joke about this Alex! You know what would happen if this got out,” I warned him.

He alighted from the bed and pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

“There is no way in the world that I’m going to fuck this up Mellie. Until a couple of hours ago you were just my older sister; a pain in the ass. Now you are the most special thing in the world to me. I promise you our secret is safe.”

I playfully tugged his cock through his speedos.

“Get me my money,” I turned him around and slapped him on the ass and pushed him over to the dresser to get his wallet.

I adjusted my clothing as best as I could while he counted out the cash. He handed it to me and kissed me once more. I picked up my little purse and stuffed the money into it as well as the pair of panties I had bought to his room.

“Until next time,” he smiled.

“You better buy those new pantyhose for me before I leave for school,” I chided him.

“And don’t forget; it’s four pairs of nylons and fifty dollars every month from now on regardless,” I stuck out my tongue like a little schoolgirl and walked towards the bedroom door.

“Ahem!” Alex grunted.

I turned around.

“What?” I snapped.

“Your wearing something you promised to me,” he smiled; his eyes staring longingly at my legs.

“Oh I nearly forgot,” teased.

I kicked off my shoes and hiked up my skirt and pulled down my underwear. My hose and panties bunched around my feet. I kicked them off and deftly slid my toes into the tangled, come-soaked jumble of satin and nylon and flicked them across the room. Alex caught them and made a show of bringing them to his face. He inhaled deeply and then threw them on the bed.

“For later,” he grinned.

I couldn’t believe it; his cock was starting to harden again!

“Enjoy them, brother of mine. See you next school break if you’re lucky,” I waved at him and closed his bedroom door behind me.

I was now in my last year at the Graham Academy for Young Women. I had been playing panty-pops with Grandpa Lucien for three years and with my brother Alex for over a year and charging them a considerable sum of money for the privilege. I had made myself a pretty good sum of money, which I had squirreled away in a private bank account.

Whenever I came home from the Graham Academy I would service one or both of them. It worked out great for all of us; they got sex and I got sex and money. My mother Dee-Dee knew about what I was doing with grandpa Lucien but she knew nothing about what I was doing with my brother.

She had found out about my brother Alex’s predilection for nylons and panties; it came as no surprise to her because all of the Joiner men seemed to have inherited a fetish for lingerie, stockings and panties. She, like myself, had discovered semen stains in her hosiery and panties and knew that the culprit was Alex. She told me that she had confronted him about it but she refused to go into the details. (Note from author: read my story ‘Making Mother’ to read about Alex’s encounter with his mother when she discovers he has been masturbating with her underwear)

I figured that something pretty dramatic had occurred but Alex also refused to talk to me about it. Dee-Dee was pretty honest with me when it came to sex, but she too would not elaborate on what had happened when she confronted my brother with his nylon fetish.

Grandpa was getting more and more insistent now; he asked me about what I was getting up to with other boys and was adamant that I keep my virginity. Mother too was most assertive that I keep my virginity, but she saw it as a commodity that I should not give away for free. I was honest with her up to a point; I had no intention of letting her know about panty-popping Alex, I figured that even she would not condone me having sex with my brother, even though intercourse was not involved.

I’d had a few boyfriends on and off and I handled them quiet easily. I allowed them the occasional grope and feel; I even jacked a couple of them off but I didn’t get the sense of power and satisfaction I got from making my grandpa and brother pay for my services. Finally I gave up on boyfriends; I knew there would come a time later when I would need to acquire a husband, but for now that could wait.

Late one Sunday afternoon I was over at the Big House and grandpa Lucien was lying on top of me thrusting away. His cock was wedged in the groove of my quim, the flimsy fabric of my pantyhose the only barrier between my grandpa’s cock and my virginal pussy. Lucien was kissing me passionately, grunting and groaning as he rutted me.

My blonde hair was longer now and my taste in clothes more sophisticated. I was wearing a charcoal-grey suit with a tight pencil skirt, a mauve satin blouse, black high-heeled pumps, sheer-to-the-waist tan pantyhose and white satin bra and panty set. I wore lashings of makeup and perfume and some expensive jewellery that grandpa had bought me. My skirt was hiked up and my panties pulled down, they dangled from my ankle like a white satin flag. Grandpa was naked on top of me, his penis pressed against my cunt, dry humping me. He was not far from climax and neither was I.

“Geez Mellie I’m going to come!” he moaned and pushed himself harder into me.

The fabric of my hose only just prevented his penis from sliding inside me and I put my hand down between our bodies and adjusted his cock so that the head was rubbing my clitty.

“God Mellie I want to fuck you! I want to put my cock inside you and come deep in your tight cunt!” he wailed as I felt the familiar feeling of my labia being flooded with hot come.

I came too and used my legs to hold grandpa tight against my body until my orgasm subsided.

When we had both recovered from our orgasms grandpa got off me and started to pick up his clothing which he had strewn around the room in his rush to sate himself on me. I used a handkerchief to wipe away most of his spend, pulled up my panties and straightened my skirt. I sat down and took a compact and lipstick from my purse and began to fix my makeup.

Grandpa, dressed just in his shorts, poured us both bourbon and continued dressing. Although I was not yet twenty-one both mom and dad allowed me to drink wine and beer at home and grandpa let me sip his good bourbon in his den. He was dry-humping his granddaughter on a regular basis so I guess he figured giving me her little hard liquor now and then was no great crime.

“You know Mellie I really love these panty-pops and I’m more than happy to pay for the privilege but I’d really like to fuck you,” he said as he stepped into his pants.

This lament had been going on for a while now. I had laid down the ground rules long ago; he could dry-hump me through my pantyhose or panties; I would masturbate him, I even allowed him to kiss me. But he could not fuck me and I would not suck his dick. I was charging him one hundred and fifty dollars a throw and of course he also bought me lingerie, jewellery and steady supply of nylons. He had even bought me a suspender belt and expensive stockings, which I was more than happy to model for him. I wore them for him once while I let him panty-pop me. I kept my panties on but he kept trying to poke his cock through the leg-hole of my panties and put his cock on my bare pussy and that was just too risky. After that I insisted on wearing the stockings over pantyhose if he wanted me to wear them.

But grandpa kept pestering me about taking my cherry. He said he would be gentle and that he would make a woman out of me, but I kept fobbing him off. His offers kept getting higher and currently stood at one thousand dollars but I knew that if I hung on long enough I could get a lot more. I had begun taking birth control because I knew that one day he would make an offer that I would eventually accept.

I never even considered letting Alex take my cherry; he would never have enough money while he was still in school. To be honest, I enjoyed the sex a lot more with Alex but it was nothing compared with the power trip of having one of the most wealthy and powerful men in the state begging you for sex; even if it was just a panty-pop.

“Lets just stick with panty-pops for now grandpa; one day when I’m ready I’m sure you will take my cherry,” I teased him by lifting my skirt and smoothing out my nylons, even though they didn’t need it.

“Goddamn it Mellie! You are one bitch of a cock-teaser; just like your mother!” he snarled as he reached for wallet to get the cash.

I walked over and took the money from his hand and kissed him; he reached for me, his hands going straight to my ass, but I easily evaded his grasp.

“I’ve just fixed my makeup and straightened myself up grandpa; I’m meeting Dee-Dee for dinner and I don’t want to change,” I said.

“I have some clean nylons and panties in my purse so I can go straight from here.”

I could see an erection starting to grow in grandpa’s trousers and as much as I could always use an extra hundred and fifty bucks I couldn’t be late for my mother.

“Well can I at least keep your nylons and panties then?” he entreated.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at his wallet.

“Jesus Mellie I take it back. You are worse than your mother!” he grumbled, but he took a twenty out his wallet and handed it to me.

I kicked off my heels and pulled down my pantyhose and panties, they bunched up as I rolled them down my legs. I pulled them off and handed them to Lucien; they smelled of perfume, semen and pussy juice. I knew that he would jack off in them over the weeks I was away at school. I had a neat little sideline selling my used panties and hose to my grandpa and my brother which supplemented the income I made from panty-popping them. Plus both of them were buying me panties and nylons to replace the ones they humped me in.

“Gotta go grandpa,” I said as I spun on my heels and walked out of his den.

I stuffed the money into my purse and walked down the hallway; my heels clacking on the marble floor. When we first started playing panty-pops I was just a young girl and Grandpa Lucien used to sit me in his lap and rub his cock on my panty-clad behind until he came. As I got older and wiser I started to charge him for the service. When mother sent me to the Graham Academy I graduated from bobby-sox to pantyhose and grandpa really got hot for me. That’s when I changed the rules and let him dry-hump me; with an appropriate price hike for the service of course. Then he wanted me dress up as a schoolgirl while he panty-popped me (another fifty-dollar surcharge of course) but as I got older and filled out grandpa wanted me to dress more sophisticated.

He took me to his office and showed me how his secretaries and personal assistants dressed. Suits comprising matching skirts and blazers, tight skirts and fitted jackets, blouses of silk, satin and rayon, high-heels and expensive hosiery; that was what he wanted. I figured he wanted the fantasy of having sex with the secretaries, but instead of humping a thirty-something, he would be humping an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl. Of course I agreed to his whim so long as he bought the outfits.

I quite enjoyed dressing like a woman rather than a schoolgirl and even Dee-Dee complimented me on my new tastes. Of course she would though; because that’s how she dressed.

I stopped in at the bedroom that I used whenever I stayed over at The Big House and went into the ensuite bathroom to wash my pussy with a warm soapy washcloth. I freshened myself with a feminie hygiene product, fixed my makeup once again, and applied more perfume. I slid into a clean pair of panties and pantyhose and stepped into a cream coloured satin half-slip and straightened my skirt over it. A little more modesty was called for where I was going. I had called a cab and it was waiting for me outside when I stepped out into the cool evening air. Grandma Jessica would be home soon so it was just as well that I was leaving. She seemed more and more suspicious of me spending time alone with Grandpa.

I slid into the front seat and told the taxi driver where I was going; an expensive restaurant downtown. Dee-Dee was meeting me there at seven. As the driver drove off I saw him checking me out, surreptitiously glancing at my body. My pencil skirt was too tight to sit comfortably in the cab and I had hiked it up slightly and the cabbie had a generous view of my legs.

“How old do you think I am?” I asked him.

The cabbie seemed startled at my question but he cleared his throat and answered.

“Early twenties; I have a daughter your age,” he replied.

“She look as good as me?” I asked, turning to face him.

The cabbie took the opportunity to look me over; his eyes lingering on my tits and my legs.

“Honestly no; but she doesn’t have your money so she can’t dress like that.”

“Like what?” I asked, flicking the tip of my tongue seductively across my lips.

“You know; sophisticated, cultured…er sexy,” his face flushed.

“I’m only eighteen,” I smiled at him and batted my heavily mascared eyelashes at him.

“Fuck……er, I mean, Geez……………really?” he stammered.

“Yes mister and you could be locked up for thinking what you’re thinking,” I grinned at him mischievously.

“What do you mean!” he replied indignantly.

“You want to touch me.”

“Here,” I opened my blouse slightly to reveal the rise of my breasts.

“Here,” I raised my skirt a little higher and exposed my thighs.

“And especially here,” I opened my legs so he could see the V of my red satin panties.

“Geez girly! Does your mother know you behave like that?” he gasped.

“You betcha!” I gave him a big grin.

“Now; I can tell by the lump in your pants that you like what you see; and well I’m an entrepreneur. It’s about a half-hour to downtown and with tolls and a tip I figure I’m going to owe you about fifty bucks cab fare, right?”

“Yeah; that’s about right,” the cabbie replied a little mused.

“Or you can pull into that parkway up there for five minutes and you can feel me up while you jack off, and I get the ride for free,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Jesus girly are you for real? You’re only eighteen for fuck sake!” he said incredulously.

“Ok; your loss,” I began to pull down my skirt.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!” he stammered.

“What do you mean by feel you up?”

“You can touch my tits and fool around under my skirt but I’m not taking my clothes off and I don’t want them mussed because I’m going to dinner. No kissing and I ain’t touching you,” I laid out the ground-rules.

“And you only get five minutes; I can’t be late for dinner!”

The cabbie looked me over again.

“Fuck it! Deal!”

“When am I ever going the opportunity to feel up a eighteen year old again?” he sighed and pulled off the beltway onto the parkway.

He pulled off the road and parked in a secluded parking bay.

As soon as the car stopped the cabbie reached over and put his hand on my thigh and squeezed.

“Pull your skirt all the way up your thighs,” the cabbie begged.

“Hang on a minute. I don’t want my suit wrinkled,” I said and awkwardly removed my skirt in the confines of the front seat of the cab.

I lay it down on the back seat and then I took off my jacket, folded it, and placed it over my skirt.

“Your five minutes starts now,” I huffed impatiently.

I sat in the gloomy cab dressed only in my blouse, underwear, hose and heels. The cabbie gasped and reached for me again. The cabbie began to stroke my thigh just below the hem of my slip; in the silence of the car his fingers rasped on my sheer hose.

The cabbie groped at my legs, he ran his fingers under my slip and up and down my nylon-encased thighs. He was huffing and puffing with excitement. He moved his hands up to my breasts and squeezed them through the flimsy satin and lace of my bra.

Then he took one hand off my tits and fumbled in his lap. I heard his zipper open and I glanced over and saw his stubby erect penis sticking out of his trousers.

“Do you mind? You said I could?” he whispered.

“Knock yourself out,” I said flippantly, “you’ve got about three minutes left.”

I wasn’t turned on sexually and I could easily afford the fifty-dollar cab fare. What I wanted was that enormous sense of omnipotence I got from making men pay me for sex; it was just so empowering. I loved the fact that I had made so much money from sex and yet I was still a virgin!

The cabbie stroked my pantyhose-clad legs with his free hand and furiously masturbated himself with the other. His hand crept up to the top of my thighs and came to rest on the front of my panties. I opened my legs obligingly for him so he could stroke my cunt through the gossamer-thin layers of nylon and satin.

That was all it took. The cabbie groaned and climaxed. Gobbets of semen flew around the front of the car; a rope of hot spend splattered on my calf.

“Oh Christ you are you so young and beautiful!” he moaned as he stroked himself in a frenzy of self-gratification.

I deliberately stared ahead, feigning boredom as he pawed at my pussy while he shot his load. This seemed to turn him on even more; and why shouldn’t he be excited? He had an extremely pretty teenager sitting in the front seat of the cab dressed only in her lingerie, showing complete disinterest while he fondled her and masturbated. It must have been huge turn on for him and I knew the cabbie would find it exquisitely arousing.

I let him finish and then took a handkerchief from my purse and dabbed at the semen on my calf.

“You came on my nylons; that wasn’t part of the deal!” I snapped at him.

I managed to squeeze back into my skirt and smooth it out while the cabbie cleaned himself up and zipped up his fly. He was still breathing heavy and beads of sweat had broken out on his brow.

“Lets go mister; I don’t wanna be late,” I said and reached over and turned on the radio to signal I had no further interest in conversation.

We arrived at the restaurant at six fifty-five and as the car pulled up I reached over and grabbed my jacket. The cabbie was looking more than a little perplexed.

“Don’t suppose there’s any chance I can see you again?” he smiled sardonically.

“You know whose house you picked me up from?” I asked.

Not waiting for an answer I went on.

“Lucien Joiner’s; that’s who! THE fucking Lucien Joiner!……….and I’m his granddaughter!”

“Jesus!” the cabbie paled, his fear was tangible.

Lucien Joiner was one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the state.

“Here,” the cabbie scrambled around in his pockets and produced a twenty.

“Buy some new pantyhose; I’m sorry I came on them,” he offered me the twenty.

“You’re pathetic,” I snapped at him.

I snatched the twenty-dollar bill from his hand and swung myself out of my seat, giving the cabbie a great view up my skirt as I exited the cab. I didn’t look back as I strutted towards the maitre’d who was dutifully holding the door open for me. I had a wry smile on my face; a free cab ride and twenty dollars for letting some old geezer paw my tits and my pussy through my underwear. Not a bad deal!

The hostess escorted me to mother’s table; she was, as always, dressed sophisticatedly and sexy. She wore her hair piled high, expensively coffered. She was wearing a navy-blue suit, the short skirt riding high on her long legs and the jacket impossibly tight to emphasise her large breasts. A cream silk blouse, and ridiculously high, black high-heeled pumps completed the ensemble. Her makeup was heavy; black mascara and eyeliner, smoky eyeshadow, red lipstick and matching fingernail polish. She wore lots of jewellery, which glittered in the candlelight.

Mother was eighteen when she tricked my father into getting her pregnant and marrying her; at thirty-five she still looked young and sexy and we could easily have been mistaken for sisters and often were.

“Hi honey; sit down and tell me all about your day,” she smiled up at me.

“You been banging your granddaddy again sugar?” she cooed.

The hostess looked shocked as she held my chair for me while I seated myself across from Dee-Dee.

“Just panty-pops mother; are you still letting him fuck you every Wednesday?” I smiled back.

The hostess paled.

“Two Chardonnays dear, and a bourbon neat on the side for me,” my mother said dismissively.

“Em; should the young lady be drinking?” the hostess asked.

“Well honey; if she’s old enough to panty-fuck the richest and most influential man in this city; who just happens to be her granddaddy, I’m sure she can have a little wine with dinner. Now why don’t you just get your skinny little ass over to the bar and get my drinks?” mother shot at her.

I watched the hostess talking animatedly with the maitre’d, she appeared to be quite distressed at what she had overheard and at what Dee-Dee had said to her. I saw the maitre’d dismiss her protests with a wave of his hand and the hostess proceeded to the bar to get our drinks. I smiled to myself; I loved coming from a rich and powerful family and I loved to exercise my power. Watching mother carve up the hostess and the maitre’d's flippant response, while quite trivial in the scheme of things, was still empowering.

“Yes mommy I was at The Big House this afternoon and yes I did let Grandpa Lucien panty-pop as usual for my regular fees,” I said taking up our conversation where we left off.

“Don’t call me mommy dear, you know I hate that now that you’re all grown up,” Dee-Dee smiled sweetly at me but her eyes were icy-cold.

“Yes mother,” I smiled sweetly back at her and she kicked me under the table.

“Dee-Dee,” I corrected myself and we both smiled at the little game of cat and mouse we were playing with each other.

“So you still have your cherry then?” she asked sipping her bourbon; the waitress had returned with our drinks.

“Yes Dee-Dee; as per your advice I’m not giving it away until the price is right,” I replied.

“Do you get off when the old bastard, what do you call it, panty-pops you?” she went on.

Mother and I were very open about sex; the only thing I hadn’t told her about was that I was diddling my brother Alex.

“I find I can come when he gets his cock right on my clit; but when he does me doggy style its still nice but I don’t come,” I smiled back and sipped the Chardonnay.

“Is it nice when men put their cock inside you? Does that make you come more?” I asked.

“Its nicer; but they still have to stimulate you clitty; I like being filled by a nice big cock, but I also like having my pussy licked,” Dee-Dee explained.

There was a middle-aged couple sitting at the table closest to us and it was obvious they were eavesdropping. The woman had a scornful look on her face and was tut-tutting loudly. The man was obviously enjoying the conversation; he was smiling and I could see that he was using his napkin to hide an erection.

I purposely turned in my seat so he could see up my skirt. Mother saw what I was doing and smiled.

“You’re such a slut Melissa,” she smiled.

“Takes one to know one,” I smiled back.

The woman saw what I was doing and muttered just loud enough for us to hear.

“Trollops!”

She reached across her table and turned her husband’s face away from us.

“Don’t look at those two sluts,” she admonished him.

Dee-Dee leaned across and said.

“If you gave the old bastard a good fucking occasionally, maybe he wouldn’t need to look up little girl’s skirt.”

The woman blushed; her face bright crimson.

“Well I never!” she protested.

“Well maybe you should; he looks like he could do with a good fuck!” Dee-Dee spat back.

The woman and her husband left in huff making a minor commotion.

The maitre’d came over and believe it or not he apologised to Dee-Dee for the fuss.

“Never mind Andre; put their bill on my tab and here’s a little something for your trouble,” she slipped a fifty-dollar note into his hand.

“So where were we? Yes; I think Lucien is going to offer you something quite substantial for your cherry so you better get ready,” mother went on.

“It will have to bevery substantial mommy; my cherry is not going cheap!” I smiled.

Dee-Dee playfully kicked me under the table again for calling her mother; but she was smiling when she did it. She knew I had called her mommy to needle her.

“Now shall we order dinner?” she snapped her fingers and the waitress reappeared.

I went back to the Graham Academy early the next morning and didn’t come home again for three weeks, as we were busy with our final exams.

Alex was away for the weekend hunting with dad, and Dee-Dee had her usual round of social engagements. I was hoping to make some money panty-popping Alex and to be honest, I liked the sex with him, he got me off. But I knew grandpa would always want a panty-pop so I called him up and he invited me up to The Big House. Grandma was away for the weekend so we would have the place to ourselves. Grandpa sounded very excited but he was always a horny old goat.

I went up to my room to prepare myself for Grandpa Lucien; he really liked my new sophisticated look so I took my time to dress nicely for him.

I chose a navy-blue skirt; the hem resting six inches above my knees, the skirt had pleat in the side that exposed the tops of my thighs when I walked and when I sat down. Next I selected a cerise satin blouse, black high-heeled pumps, sheer-to-the-waist nearly-nude pantyhose and a red satin bra and panty set. I showered and then applied makeup, perfume and jewellery; then I put on my pantyhose followed by my panties and bra, then the skirt and blouse and finally I stepped into my high-heels.

Dee-Dee had left me the keys to her second car; a little Nissan that I hated driving; it was like a matchbox on wheels, but it was better than taking a cab.

The Big House looked deserted when I arrived; there was no sign of anyone. The front door was unlocked but the house felt empty. Then I saw a plain white card on the foyer side table. It read ‘Mellie, follow the nylons for a big surprise!’

I looked down and saw a single nylon stocking lying on the tiled floor. I picked it up and then I saw another stocking hanging on the doorknob leading to the hallway. I took that one and went down the hallway where a pair of pantyhose was draped over the door leading to the rear of the house. Back there was the maid’s quarters, service buildings and a small parking bay for deliveries. I opened the door and stepped outside. I was shocked. I nearly stumbled as I ran down the steps to the parking bay.

Parked in the parking bay was a shiny new red convertible; a nylon stocking was tied in a bow around the door handle. Another note was pinned to the stocking. ‘The keys are in the den.’

I was speechless for quiet awhile and then I ran around the car giggling like a schoolgirl; I caressed the car’s cool metal and looked at it from every angle. It was beautiful! I would be the envy of every girl at Graham. Shit; I would be the envy of every girl I knew! And every boy! This was the best present ever!

I tried the doors but they were securely locked. I made my way back inside in a daze. I stepped into grandpa’s den and there he was sitting in his big chair totally naked. He was dangling a set of car keys in his fingers.

“So Mellie do you like it? Do you want it?” he smiled.

“Jesus yes grandpa!” I squealed.

“Well it’s going to cost you a lot more than a panty-pop young girl,” he smiled.

So! The time had come. It was obvious what he wanted in exchange for the car. The question was; was it enough? Of course it was! The fucking must have cost tens of thousands of dollars, and all I had to do to get it was let an old man stick his cock in me!

“I’m ready grandpa,” I smiled and walked over and stood in front of him.

“Lift your skirt Mellie; let me see what I’m going to get,” he sighed.

This was always part of the game; me teasing grandpa before he panty-popped me.

I slowly lifted my skirt; the hem creeping up my nylon-clad thighs. The material of the skirt hissed softly on my sleek hose. I stopped briefly when the hem came level with the very tops of my thighs; the bottom of the V of my red satin panties peeked from under the hem of my skirt. Grandpa groaned and reached out and stroked my legs. He traced a finger up my leg and tickled the crease where my thigh met my body and then followed the crease until his fingers rested on the front of my panties.

Grandpa lifted the hem of my skirt and traced the outline of my pubis through the shiny cool satin. My cunt began to moisten. Grandpa’s cock was rock hard and sticking up level with his pot belly. He motioned for me to go on and I lifted my skirt all the way up until it was rucked around my waist. Grandpa reached out with both hands and caressed my buttocks; digging his fingers into my panty-clad mounds; he pulled me closer until my body was inches from his face.

He leaned forward and kissed my mound; inhaling my scent, perfume, body lotion and a scintilla of vaginal secretions. His breath on my pubis was making me wet. He licked my mound and dug his fingers deeper into my buttocks. He scrunched forward on the seat until his cock was touching my legs; then he dropped to his knees before me, pushing his cock against my legs as his face fell into my groin and he kissed and licked my pubic mound.

“Drop the skirt Mellie,” he whispered, looking up into my eyes.

I stepped back a pace and dropped my skirt around my ankles. I lifted one foot at a time and grandpa pulled my skirt away. His face went to my feet and he kissed my ankles and slowly made his way up my calves; kissing and caressing them. My cunt was now sodden and I was breathing heavy. He continued up my legs and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him and buried his face back in groin.

I opened my legs for him and his hands once again found my buttocks as his lips and tongue traced my slit through my panties. I thrust my hips forward and put my hands on his head and pulled his face harder into my groin. I moved my hands to the waistband of my panties in order to pull them down but he put his hands on mine and stopped me.

“Slowly Mellie; I want to take my time. They can come off later,” he said and went back to licking my pussy through my panties.

Grandpa moved his hands to my thighs and pushed at my legs to indicate he wanted me to close them. I complied and my calves trapped his penis between them and he began to slowly thrust back and forth revelling in the feel of my diaphanous nylons on his cock. He snaked his tongue into the small gap at the top of my thighs and began to lick me again. I loved the feeling of power I held over him as I kept his cock trapped between my legs; my hands returned to his head and pushed his face into my lap; his fingers slid inside the leg-holes of my panties and stroked my pantyhose-clad buttocks. I could feel the warm moisture as pre-seminal leaked from the eye of his cock and wet my nylons.

My panty crotch was now soaked with saliva and vaginal juices; grandpa had found my labia and was licking at it though the layers of satin and nylon, teasing both of us as he built up the sexual tension.

Grandpa had often come on my legs like this when we were panty-popping but he made sure it didn’t happen this time. He removed his head from groin and eased his cock from between my calves.

“Lie down on the rug Mellie; its time,” he said solemnly.

I lay down on the rug, fully clothed except for my skirt. Grandpa lay down beside me and opened my legs. This was it! This was not going to be a panty-pop; I was about to be fucked!

Grandpa knelt between my legs and lay down on me; just like he always did when we panty-popped. His face fell on mine and his tongue slid into my mouth and I responded by kissing him back and lifting my legs up and wrapping them around his flanks so that my nearly-nude pantyhose stimulated the sensitive skin on his haunches. His iron hard cock rested against the front panel of my panties and he rubbed it there; wetting the fabric with pre-cum. I wriggled my ass until his cock was nestled in the sodden crotch of my panties and I could feel the head probing at my cunt through the layers of panty and nylon and then I humped against him; driving his shaft into the folds of my labia.

Grandpa slathered at me and was whimpering and moaning in anticipation of what was about to happen next. My head was spinning; I was about to lose my virginity. Precious seconds were wasted as our bodies parted briefly so that grandpa could pull down my panties and then he flattened himself on top of me once more and began to kiss me fervently. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and helped him position his cock once more back into the folds of my labia; only the gossamer pantyhose preventing his cock from entering me.

My vagina was sopping and I could feel little waves of pleasure emanating from my clit as his shaft ground against my tingling pussy. Grandpa pushed harder and his cock found the entrance to my sex. He pushed again the tip of his manhood entered me but only very slightly. I was writhing in pleasure and anticipation; I wanted his cock in me! I wanted to be taken!

I reached down and begrudgingly began pushing his body away from mine. At first grandpa seemed terribly disappointed but then he realised what I was doing. I slid a long red fingernail along the seam of my pantyhose gusset and forced it into the sheer nylon until it split. I enlarged the hole until the gusset of my pantyhose no longer protected my cunt. My vagina was exposed; wet, puffy and ready to be penetrated.

Grandpa fell forward, his sweaty body pushed against mine and I wriggled my hips until I had his cock positioned at the entrance to my sopping vagina. I wrapped my arms around my Grandpa and lifted my legs and wrapped them around his lower back. I kissed him and let my tongue slide inside his mouth. I broke the kiss and licked Grandpa’s ear and then I drove my tongue into his ear.

“Fuck me Grandpa,” I panted.

I lifted my hips and drew his body to mine with my legs and he slowly slid inside the folds of my labia.

Grandpa pushed forward and my intact hymen immediately constricted the head of his penis. There is a common misnomer that a girl’s cherry is positioned inside her vagina; it is in fact a band of tissue at the entrance. Grandpa’s cock pushed against my hymen and then he thrust forward hard. I grunted with pain.

Dee-Dee had explained to me that there would be a little pain when my cherry popped but had gone on to say that the pain didn’t last long and that eventually the pleasure would far outweigh the pain. I hoped she was right because although my cunt was sopping wet it felt like Grandpa was splitting me. I also knew that Grandpa’s cock was not really that big, nowhere near as big as Alex’s, so I knew that my vagina would eventually expand enough to take it.

“Oh my God; it hurts! Take it slowly please grandpa!” I whimpered.

“Shh Mellie; It’ll be ok honey,” Grandpa stopped thrusting and kissed me and stroked my hair.

I relaxed a little and my vagina slowly dilated and I could feel the girth of my Grandfather’s cock comfortably throbbing just inside the entrance. He felt it too and eased forward again.

My hymen split and a small trickle of blood mixed with the pre-seminal fluid coating his cock and he slowly thrust forward, his cock stretching the walls of my virgin pussy. I inhaled explosively as my cherry popped and for the first time I felt a cock enter my vagina, filling and stretching it. I felt uncomfortably filled and my broken hymen was sore; not excruciatingly so, but it stung a little.

I felt my Grandpa’s cock fill my tight cranny and then his groin ground against mine; the base of his thick cock stimulated my clitoris and I ground my crotch against his as he began to fuck me. He controlled the rhythm, gradually increasing the pace until our bodies were slamming together. I made sure that Grandpa kept stimulating my clitty; rising my haunches, my high-heels digging into the rug. Grandpa pushed me down and drove his steel-hard cock deep inside me until I gasped with pleasure.

He was close to coming; his cock was throbbing inside his my tight cunny. He could feel my silk and satin clad body against his, taste my mouth, smell my sex mingled with my perfume, the sensation of my nylon-clad legs sliding along his flanks and back, the scratching of my high-heels as I encouraged him to fuck me faster. I dug my heels into him, using them like spurs.

I felt my Grandpa’s cock begin to spasm and I knew that he was about to come; I pulled his face to mine and kissed him and lifted my crotch up off the rug and ground my pubis against his; I writhed shamelessly underneath him and felt my release approaching. Grandpa groaned and his cock exploded; hot streams of semen spurted from his spasming cock as he went into an orgasmic paroxysm.

“Oh Mellie; it feels so good! I love you Mellie; I love you!” he moaned.

My first ever vaginal orgasm enveloped me; it started as a spike of pure pleasure originating in my clitoris and then radiated through my cunt and then surged through my whole body. I kissed Grandpa hard, driving my tongue deep into his mouth; I gripped his buttocks and squeezed, digging in my nails and pulling his groin hard against mine; my pulsating vagina milked my Grandpa of his seed.

Grandpa ran his hands along his my legs enjoying the feel of my silken-hosed legs on his body. He responded to my kisses entwining his tongue with mine; his scrotum contracted, propelling the last of his issue deep inside his granddaughter. I writhed and wriggled underneath him; I raked his back with my fingernails and grazed his flanks and lower back with my heels.

Gradually the intensity our orgasms receded. Grandpa lay on top of me and lovingly kissed my lips, my nose, my cheeks and my eyelids; he lazily stroked my thigh. His semi-erect cock was still buried inside me and every now and then it would spasm; my vagina would also occasionally contract and clasp at his cock. My cunt was hot, wet, and sticky; and our pubic hair was matted with juices and traces of my virginal blood; small rivulets of semen seeped from my slit.

I kissed Grandpa and smiled up at him, my makeup smeared and my hair mussed; wet with perspiration.

“So did I earn the car?” I grinned.

“Give me fifteen minutes and then I want to do you doggie-style. Then you get the keys!” he smiled.

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