Eleven Going On Twenty-one (Part 2)
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Next morning we were up bright and early, Sarah quickly running to the
toilet to empty a very full bladder. She called to me and asked me to
perform the willy-wiping ceremony and I agreed, grumbling but not very
convincingly. I received a kiss on the end of my flaccid penis as reward for
my efforts, but rather than pursue the matter I decided that I need to pee
as well. Sarah watched me with interest; this was one activity of mine that
she had never seen. I moved it around, describing circles in the water, and
I told her that once in my younger days I had been able to write my name in
the snow after a long drinking session. It wouldn't be possible now, those
mad days of youth were over and I was almost teetotal.
We had a light breakfast, neither of us wanting to repeat the fry-up of the
previous morning, so a bowl of muesli each satisfied us both. Soon after
breakfast I had a call from Helen, saying that as it was a bright and sunny
winter day they planned to visit the red-squirrel sanctuary at Formby near
Liverpool, and invited us to join them. We were both delighted with the idea
and readily agreed. Helen said that Julie was near the phone and was jumping
for joy when she heard that we would be joining them. David drove a rather
small car, so I suggested that my seven-seater would be much more suitable.
Helen said that we could go halves on a tank-full of diesel, and I thought
that would be highly satisfactory. Helen described the way to their house,
and I said that we would be there in about half an hour.
We drove to Formby, bought some of the special (over-priced) squirrel-food
and the girls were in raptures at seeing their first 'tufty' as Julie
described them, as a reference to the little tufts over the red squirrel's
ears which don't exist on the more common grey squirrels. We were all
somewhat disappointed that the season was mid-winter and not mid-summer, as
the sanctuary was very close to the beach. But the temperature was down in
the low forties, which precluded any beach activities. Fortunately it wasn't
low enough to send the squirrels into hibernation.
On the way home, the two girls were sitting in the third row of seats,
feeling very important in that they had the row to themselves. David sat in
the front passenger seat and Helen had the second row to herself. As we
drove along, Helen told me that she had been into work to interrogate the
police database for the report on that first meeting between Sarah and me.
She told me that I was very kind in doing what I did, but that I had taken a
bit of a risk in that I could have been labelled as a child abductor. I told
her that before I phoned the police I had called Sarah's mother on her
mobile and left a message which Valerie hadn't received due to a flat
battery, but Helen replied that that fact hadn't appeared on the police
report, presumably because it couldn't be verified.
Helen had obviously satisfied David and herself that I was a fit person to
look after Julie, and suggested that if I were available, Julie might stay
with us for a weekend sleep-over. She and David had been considering a visit
to her mother in Falmouth, which caused Julie some disquiet since she and
her very Victorian Gran didn't get on very well. I said that it would be a
wonderful idea, and I would ask Valerie when she returned, then make the
necessary arrangements if Valerie was in agreement.
We dropped David, Helen and Julie at their house, then drove to ours. There
was a phone message waiting for me: it was Valerie saying that she had
arrived home and I could return Sarah at my leisure. I called her and
mentioned the suggestion from David and Helen. She replied that she had been
hoping to persuade me to look after Helen the following weekend as she and
Jack had been so happy in Bristol. I informed her that such persuasion was
completely unnecessary, and that I would have Sarah as often as possible.
Valerie was delighted and said that she would call Jack immediately. I told
her that I would make a similar call about Julie.
I phoned Julie's home; David answered and I told him about my call to
Valerie. "Oh good," he said. "Helen will be very happy with that. The
problem is that Falmouth is a long way away, and we might not be able to do
it in a weekend."
"That's OK," I said. "Julie and Sarah get on so well together that I doubt
that they will want to separate after just a couple of days. Julie can stay
here with me as long as she likes. I think she's a very pleasant girl and I
will get on well with her also. One important point I forgot to mention:
Sarah's room only has one double bed. There's plenty of room in it for two
young girls, but I thought I'd better tell you in case you didn't like the
idea."
David said he was quite happy with that, Julie wasn't in the least
narrow-minded and neither were they. Then he said he would phone his
mother-in-law and make the arrangements. I said that when I knew what they
would be doing I would make my own arrangements with Valerie, and that was
how we left it for the time being. When I told Sarah, she was excited at the
prospect of spending a weekend and possibly longer with Julie; she then
pointed out that I was soon going to be effectively the father of two
eleven-year-old girls whom I hadn't even met a fortnight ago. She was a
little less happy when I reminded her that she wouldn't be sleeping with me
for the duration, but she decided that a female bed-mate of her own age
might be suitable compensation.
Later, Helen phoned and told me that it was all fixed. She and David would
take the
Friday and Monday off work and Julie would stay with me from Thursday
evening until some time on Tuesday - would that be all right with me? I
replied that I was very happy with the idea; I would take Julie to school on
Friday and Monday, accompanied by Sarah if she were available. After ringing
off, I called Valerie and told her of the arrangements. She was even happier
at the possibility of a long weekend with Jack.
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During the week I applied for two days' leave at work and it was granted. I
heard from Valerie that Jack had done the same; Jack had immediately booked
the required time at the motel in Bristol where they had spent a blissful
weekend, and all was ready. The only cloud on the horizon was the fact that
Sarah and I would have to be celibate for four days unless Julie could join
in our little games, but the presence of these two delightful
eleven-year-olds in my life was compensation enough. I had no intention of
trying to persuade her, or even of telling her about the activities between
Sarah and me. What I didn't know was that Sarah had other ideas.
Thursday afternoon arrived. I fetched Sarah from her home, just in time for
her to kiss Valerie goodbye as she and Jack departed. Helen collected Julie
from school and dumped her (as Helen put it) with her weekend case of
goodies in my lounge. We chatted for a few minutes about plans for the next
few days, then Julie kissed her goodbye and Sarah did the same, much to
everyone's surprise. Helen drove away, leaving me with the custody of two
young girls, either of whom would have set a paedophile drooling. The
thought that I might have fallen into that category from a legal standpoint
didn't bother me at all, such was the change in me wrought by Sarah over the
last few weeks.
We showed Julie around the house, then the girls remained in Sarah's room to
put Julie's clothes in the wardrobe and for Julie to do a host of other
things in preparation for a long weekend in a strange house. I sat in my
bedroom for a while, listening to the squeals and giggles which always
seemed to accompany young girls who were getting acquainted. I heard them
both go into the bathroom and lock the door, which surprised me somewhat,
but I knew better than to interfere. I went downstairs and made a drink for
all of us, then sat and waited for the girls to appear. After several
minutes they came trotting down the stairs and Sarah told me that Julie had
a beautiful little pussy (cat) to take to bed. As she said this, her
eyebrows lifted and a conspiratorial smile appeared. I wondered what these
two had been up to, and knowing Sarah, they hadn't been reading Shakespeare.
We all sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, the girls chatting about
various inane subjects while I listened; the presence of Julie had made
Sarah revert to the young girl that she was supposed to be, and any outsider
listening would never have believed our sexual activities of the previous
weekend. I was racking my brains trying to think of a way of entertaining
two young girls for the rest of the evening, but I found that I needn't have
worried. Sarah had this evening planned well in advance, and told me so
after seeking my approval. The first activity would be a trip to McDonalds,
then back home to play Scrabble and possibly other word games. Julie hadn't
heard of Scrabble, which surprised me, but I knew that she would be quick to
learn.
We all set off into the town to McDonalds, Sarah pointing out the
parking-place where she had first met me, but omitting to say that she
wanted our wedding limousine to park there. After consuming the some of
products of the town's fast-food capital, we returned home and Sarah dug out
the Scrabble set. As I expected, Julie was a very fast learner and to my
surprise and Sarah's, she won the first game by quite a large margin. Of
course, Sarah and I decided that beginner's luck had contributed heavily to
Julie's win, which earned us a venomous look from Julie, then a smile in
compensation.
As the evening wore on, Sarah decided that it was time for a bath and bed. I
asked them who was going to bath first, and Julie replied that they had
decided to bath together so as to save water. My eyebrows almost hit the
roof at hearing this, but I said nothing. I just let them get on with it,
and soon I heard a splashing sound from the bathroom with much giggling.
Sarah's voice called to me, saying that they had forgotten to take clean
towels into the bathroom, and asked me to fetch some. I opened the door a
few inches and held the towels out for them to take, but Sarah said she
couldn't reach, and could I bring them in. With some trepidation I opened
the door, and was very surprised to see two young girls standing in the
bath, holding hands and facing me with broad grins. It would have been
impossible for me to avoid seeing Julie's nakedness, and I carefully studied
her growing breasts, her womanly outline and the few dark hairs starting to
grow between the lips of her vulva. She smiled as Sarah's hand started to
play over one of her nipples which immediately erected. In response, she
lightly touched Sarah's snatch and both started to giggle uncontrollably
when they saw my consternation.
"Please bath me, Michael," implored Sarah.
"Yes, Mr. Boxall, I'd love you to bath me as well," echoed Julie, whereupon
I told her that there was no 'Mr. Boxall' here, only 'Michael'.
When they lay down in the bath, Julie explained that her father often bathed
her, and that she loved his concentration on her nipples and her pussy.
Sarah asked her if he cleaned inside her pussy, and she nodded in
confirmation. Then she asked if his interest included her bottom, and Julie
looked somewhat puzzled at the question. With these questions, Sarah had
effectively defined the parameters of this bathing session. After I had
washed Sarah's legs, arms and the other innocuous bits, she stood up and
asked me to wash her pussy and her bottom, inside and out. This drew a
murmur of surprise from Julie, but Sarah told her that it would feel lovely
and asked me to continue. I did as Sarah asked; I bent her over, stroked the
vaginal entrance before sliding my finger all the way in, then repeated the
action on her anus. Julie was watching closely, and Sarah made a great show
of telling her how nice it felt. I had visions of Sarah, in later life,
being the madam in a brothel, such were her powers of persuasion in matters
sexual.
I completed the ablution operation on Sarah, then Julie stood up and asked
for the same treatment. I told her that I would never do anything that she
didn't want, or that would hurt her. She smiled and indicated that she had
guessed that much from my earlier attitude toward her. What is it with young
girls these days, I wondered. They sometimes appear so adult, even at the
age of eleven. I started the washing operation.
Julie moved my soapy hands to her budding breasts and asked me to wash
there. I could feel the slight swell under each nipple and also felt the
nipples harden as I touched them. Sarah was fascinated by this, and reached
up to stroke Julie's pussy, which caused her whole body to jump as though
from shock. Julie bent over and asked for the same treatment that Sarah had
received. I gently stroked her outer lips, feeling the soft dark hairs that
were growing there. I moved my finger to her clitoris and stroked it,
earning a gasp of pleasure from her. Then I touched her vaginal entrance,
stroking it and gradually working my finger inside as she wriggled with
pleasure. After withdrawing my finger, I asked her if she still wanted me to
touch her bottom, and she asked me to go ahead. I soaped my finger
generously, stroked the anus for a little while and then started to insert
it. I told her that it would be easier for her if she tried to push my
finger out - that would relax the very strong sphincter muscle. She did so,
and my finger slid in easily, causing another gasp of pleasure. I pumped my
finger in and out a few times, then withdrew it and washed it in the bath
water. She sat down again with a dreamy look on her face, and I could tell
that she was converted; she could easily enjoy full anal intercourse.
The two girls got out of the bath and dried themselves as I watched. I asked
Julie where she had put her nightdress, and she said that although she had
brought one, she preferred to sleep in the altogether, which Sarah agreed
was most comfortable. They both got into Sarah's bed; Sarah held out Julie's
soft toy cat and asked me to stroke her pussy before the goodnight kiss.
Julie giggled and asked for the same. I pulled back the bedclothes, parted
Sarah's legs and kissed and licked her beautiful little snatch. Julie wanted
similar treatment and I happily complied. Then I turned Sarah over and
licked her anus, drawing a gasp of pleasure. Julie watched in astonishment,
but not to be outdone, asked me to do the same to her. I realised that this
had been Sarah's plan from the beginning, drew Julie up to a kneeling
position, spread her legs and inserted my tongue into her anus. Just as
Sarah had done, Julie mewed with pleasure at this assault on her anal
virginity, so I pushed a finger into her vagina at the same time, using
another finger to stroke her clitoris. She bucked and wriggled and groaned
in excitement, then I noticed the unmistakable signs of her first orgasm.
Her vaginal juices increased in volume, her vaginal muscles squeezed my
finger and with an enormous sigh she collapsed flat on to the bed.
Sarah had been watching closely and she kissed Julie, then licked her face.
Julie responded by stroking Sarah's nipple and I could see that there was
much more than friendship between the two of them at that moment. Sarah
whispered something in Julie's ear that I couldn't hear, and Julie looked
surprised. "Are you sure it's OK?" she asked Sarah.
"Yes," said Sarah. "I'll do it first and then you can finish it off."
Sarah unzipped my slacks and removed my very hard and leaking penis from its
prison. Julie's eyes were wide with surprise. "I've only ever seen my little
cousin's willy," she said, "and it's tiny compared to yours."
"Well, mine isn't very big," I replied. "It's bound to look huge when the
only other one you've seen has been on a small child, but I've seen much
bigger ones in porno pictures on the internet. They are much longer and
thicker as well."
"Surely I can't get yours inside my vagina," she said with wide eyes. "The
hole isn't nearly big enough."
Sarah decided to continue her act of persuasion. "Yes, you can," she said.
"Your pussy-hole is bigger than mine; I've had Michael's cock in my pussy
and in my bottom and it feels wonderful. But first you need to suck it and
taste his sperm. It's delicious."
I was having difficulty in believing my ears, but the conversation obviously
didn't cause too much surprise to Julie. She accepted Sarah's statements at
face value, and took hold of my penis, carefully at first as though it might
bite her.
"You won't hurt it and it won't hurt you," said Sarah with a giggle. "He
loves having it played with. Stroke it up and down, and pull the foreskin
back. That will make him go ga-ga!"
Julie and I both laughed at Sarah's description. Then Sarah, obviously
enjoying her role as director of operations, said, "Now put it in your mouth
and suck it. But be careful of your teeth - his cock is very sensitive."
I knew that I hadn't told her any of this previously, and wondered where she
had found her information. Then I remembered that her father had been a very
efficient teacher.
Julie started sucking on my helmet, giving me huge amounts of pleasure. As
she was doing this, Sarah started licking my scrotum, and I decided to go
the whole hog. I lifted Julie on top of me in 69 fashion, then started
licking her snatch, during which time her mouth never left my penis. I
pushed my tongue into her vagina as far as it would go and Julie responded
by taking my cock further into her mouth. My response in turn was to push my
finger into her rectum and pump it in and out. I felt my helmet hit the back
of Julie's throat, then surprisingly I felt her throat muscles envelop it. I
had never had this degree of deep-throating before, even from Sarah, and the
pleasure caused the old familiar feeling just prior to ejaculation. I pulled
my penis out until only the glans was inserted and began spraying semen into
Julie's mouth. I felt her tongue licking over the helmet as I was pumping,
and her strong sucking action continued until I was exhausted, all passion
spent, along with all strength and all semen.
That episode made me decide that I had had enough for one day, and so, I
imagined, had the girls. I kissed them goodnight, covered them over and left
the room after switching off the light. I went downstairs and sat at my
computer, checking e-mails and doing other digital housekeeping. I made a
cup of cocoa for my nightcap and sat down to watch the news. I missed most
of the first item, just hearing that 'the motorway was closed for three
hours'. I thought to myself that here was probably another incident of a
truck jack-knifing, or someone's load being so insecure as to fall off the
back of the lorry. I noted that the rest of the news was pretty mundane, so
I switched off and went to bed. I did the usual pre-bed things such as
teeth-cleaning and bladder-emptying, then retired to my bedroom. That was
when I noticed that I didn't have the bed to myself, and two little female
faces lay there grinning like Cheshire cats. I knew it would be useless for
me to shoo them away and into their own bed, so I undressed and climbed into
bed between the two of them.
I was about to switch off the light when a little voice piped up, "It's not
fair, you've taken Sarah's virginity but you haven't taken mine, and I do so
much want you to."
I turned to Julie and kissed her lips. "You've just taken all my sexual
strength, poppet. I can't perform again for a while. Wouldn't it be better
to wait until tomorrow evening?"
"Do you promise?" she asked.
"I'd love to do it now, but as I said, I can't. I promise that before you go
to sleep tomorrow, you will have lost your virginity if that's what you
want, and Sarah will be helping, I'm sure."
I heard a little chuckle from behind me, put out my hand and smacked Sarah
lightly on her bottom. "That's for being the baddest girl in the world," I
told her.
I switched off the light and the three of us drifted off into the land of
Nod.
Next morning, I awoke before the girls and managed to extricate myself from
between them without waking either. I went to the bathroom for a pee and
when I returned I saw Julie getting out of bed to use the toilet as well.
She told me that Sarah had described our first sexual contact in the toilet
and asked me to do the same for her. We went in; I lifted Julie on to the
seat, spread her legs and watched her pee. Then I tore a piece of paper from
the roll and wiped her vaginal entrance, finally checking its dryness with
my finger.
"Your tongue felt wonderful on my pussy last night," she said. "Could you do
it again for me?"
Needing no further encouragement, I turned her round, bent her over the
toilet seat and proceeded to lick her snatch, then moving my tongue to her
anus.
"Oh, I can't get enough of that," she cried. "When you lick my poo-hole it
makes my legs go all wobbly. But doesn't it taste horrible?"
"I expect it would if you had just had a poo," I said, "but at this moment
it just tastes like little girl, which must be the most wonderful taste in
the world. Now, it's time for you to get ready for school."

She skipped along the corridor to the bedroom and we greeted Sarah as she
woke up. "I hope you haven't been doing naughty things without me," she said
with a smile.
"We've just had a wee, and Michael has treated me in the same way as he
treated you the first time."
"You lucky thing," said Sarah. "It feels wonderful, doesn't it?"
Sarah had her early-morning pee, then the two girls dressed, Julie in her
school uniform. After breakfast we all went to the school, and I introduced
myself to the head teacher, saying that I would be collecting Julie after
school and also bringing her on Monday morning. I introduced myself and then
Sarah, saying that I hoped she would be starting at the school in the New
Year. The head teacher took us into her office, consulted her records and
confirmed it. She welcomed Sarah, who asked if she could be in the same form
as Julie. The head made a note to that effect and said that it was all
settled. I told the head that I would probably be bringing and/or collecting
either Sarah or Julie or both at various times in the future, and asked her
to do whatever security checks were normal practice in such cases. She gave
me a form to fill in and I tucked it in my pocket. I also suggested that I
would probably be able to help either or both of them with their homework,
and asked if that was acceptable. She replied that so long as I didn't
actually do it for them, such help was much encouraged. I replied that if I
just did it for them they wouldn't learn anything other than how to cheat. I
think I made a friend at that moment.
After Sarah and I left the school, we went for a walk to the local park
where there was a play area for children, with the usual collection of
swings, roundabouts, climbing frames etc. There were a few smaller children
playing there with mothers watching from a discreet distance. One little boy
fell off the roundabout and started crying, but Sarah quickly picked him up
and consoled him. He immediately took her hand and wanted her to play with
him. His mother watched this exchange with a smile, and said, "Your daughter
is very good with the little ones, isn't she?" I just smiled and didn't
bother explaining our relationship.
After a few minutes, the little boy came over to his mother and told her
that Sarah was playing with him and could he stay with her for ever because
he loved her. I could see Sarah laughing at that comment, and she said,
"Sorry Paul, you and I have our own homes to go to."
Paul looked crestfallen, but Sarah cuddled him and told him, "I'm sure we'll
see each other again." Then she kissed him on the cheek, smiled at his
mother and took my hand to go home.
On the way home, she said to me, "He's sweet isn't he?" I realised at that
moment that Sarah was ideally suited to being a mother when her time came.
But before that, she and I were going to enjoy many of the precursors to
motherhood.
After arriving home, we had an early lunch and then I took Sarah for a walk
to the woods where we did some bird-watching. Sarah was able to identify the
more common birds, and I was able to show her a green woodpecker. She
thought it was a very handsome bird, "Almost as handsome as you," she said
with a smile. I told her that I admired her taste in men, and she dissolved
into laughter. "You ugly mug!" she shouted and ran away, which earned her a
smacked botty followed by a cuddle when I had caught her without too much
difficulty.
We walked home, then it was nearly time to collect Julie. She came out of
the school, bubbling with excitement. I asked her what was causing her to
jump up and down, and she told me that it was because of my promise last
night. Somehow, I didn't think that rape or persuasion would be necessary,
even if I had been inclined to use either. We reached home, Julie threw off
her coat, ran upstairs and changed out of her school uniform and into very
little. She came downstairs wearing only a very skimpy pair of briefs,
ignoring the fact that her growing breasts were completely uncovered. She
flung her arms round me and pleaded, "Please Michael, can we do it now?"
Sarah was laughing at this little show of eagerness, and she started to take
her own clothes off. When she was fully naked, she undid my zipper and
extracted my penis, almost exactly as she had done the previous evening.
Then she removed Julie's knickers, took my hand and almost dragged me
upstairs. I had little option but to comply.
I asked Julie to have a pee if she needed one, and Sarah added that she
would as well. I was ordered to perform the usual wiping ceremony, which I
did but without use of the tongue this time. I decided that the two girls
and I should bath before our sex session, and that Julie should have a poo
because of my intentions with her anal region. I removed the remainder of my
clothes, walked into the bathroom and ran the bath. When Julie returned from
the toilet, there wasn't really enough room for the three of us in a
standard-size bath, but we managed somehow with Julie and Sarah both
receiving vaginal and anal washing. Sarah insisted on doing the same to me,
and I decided not to object. I was treated to a little-girl finger in my
rectum and then two little-girl tongues on my anus, and I was in heaven.
We got out of the bath and dried each other, then retired to my bedroom,
ready for the defloration of Julie. She lay back in bed with her legs wide
apart, inviting me to enter. However, I decided that some prior stimulation
was essential and I lay in a 69 position with her, licking her snatch again
and fingering her vagina and her anus. Sarah was watching closely, and with
my other hand I reached for Sarah's nether regions. While I was tonguing
Julie's clitoris and she was sucking my helmet, I was stroking Sarah's outer
lips. She moved to a better position so that I could enter her vagina and
rectum with two fingers. The excitement of having my fingers in two underage
girls and one of them sucking my penis almost brought me to a state of
ejaculation, so I quickly removed my helmet from Julie's mouth and we all
lay quietly for a minute or two.
I knew that Julie hadn't yet started her periods, but it looked as though
they wouldn't be far away and I didn't want to risk getting her pregnant.
Having no condoms, I decided that the safest option was to fuck her vagina,
but to pump my semen into her rectum. That way, all her holes would have
been serviced.
I told Julie to kneel as she had the previous evening so that I could fuck
her from behind. I fetched the KY from the drawer and covered my helmet with
it, also putting some into Julie's vaginal entrance. Then I carefully
applied my helmet to her vagina, rubbing it up and down so that it also
tickled her clitoris. She wasn't disposed to wait any longer for the coup de
grace, and she reached behind, grasped my shaft and placed the helmet right
on her vaginal opening. Then she pushed herself backwards so that my glans
entered her vagina. I felt the vaginal muscles tighten on my helmet, drawing
it in to her body. Her hand went to my buttock and she pulled my whole body
towards her, causing my penis to be engulfed by her dripping vagina.
Although I knew she had been a virgin before this, I was surprised at the
ease with which she accommodated my penis. I started the rhythmic pumping
which usually accompanied such activities and I felt her vagina squeezing me
again.
Just as the boiling feeling started to appear, I withdrew and told Julie
that I daren't risk her becoming pregnant, even though her periods hadn't
yet started. I rested for a few moments, then squeezed some more KY from the
tube, this time on her anus. I told her that I intended to put my semen into
her rectum - Sarah piped up and said, "You'll love it, Julie. It's almost as
good as getting it in your pussy."
Julie was slightly concerned that my penis might hurt her, being so much
bigger than my finger. But I told her that if she continued to push out as
though having a big poo, it was unlikely to be any worse than slight
discomfort at first, and then when her anal muscle was used to it the
discomfort would reduce to nothing. Sarah confirmed that it had been the
same for her, and she had really enjoyed the feeling of 'having her bottom
filled with babies'. This expression caused a peal of laughter from Julie.
Julie then grasped my shaft as she had done earlier and placed the helmet at
her little brown ring. She started to push her anus outwards and I saw it
expand, displaying a little of the pink rectal tissue. She put her hand on
my buttock and pulled me in towards her as before, and my helmet disappeared
slowly into her rectum. When I saw that the rim was completely inserted, I
stopped pushing and Julie stopped pulling me in. I told her to wait a little
to get her anal muscle used to the feeling. Soon her sphincter relaxed
further and I started pushing my shaft further into her bowels. She was
getting excited by this time, and her hand re-appeared at my buttock,
pulling me further in. When finally I was in all the way, with my pubic hair
against her buttocks, she wiggled her bottom and told me to start pumping in
and out. This I did, and her breathing became heavier, she started mewing
and her anus tightened on my penis each time I drew it outwards, relaxing on
the inward stroke.
I decided to turn Julie over and bugger her in the missionary position.
Sarah had been watching intently all this time, and when Julie was on her
back, she started sucking one of Julie's nipples, drawing a long gasp of
pleasure. She moved her hand down to Julie's pussy and stroked her clitoris,
making Julie almost incandescent with excitement. Julie started to shudder
and shake, indicating that she was having a huge orgasm; her anus squeezed
my shaft even harder and her pelvic floor muscles spasmed, giving my penis a
further jolt of pleasure. I was unable to hold back my own orgasm, and I
started ejecting spurt after spurt of semen into her bowels. I couldn't
think of anything but the delightful circle massaging my penis as I pumped,
and I watched Julie's face - it was a picture of bliss. I felt that I could
have had my throat cut at that moment and I would have died happy. I fell
forward and rested on Julie's wonderful body, although I took my full weight
on my elbows and knees. I covered her face with kisses and she returned
them.
After several wonderful hours, or so it seemed, my penis started to wilt and
it eventually fell out of Julie's bottom. I felt a little hand touch it -
Sarah was testing its softness by squeezing the helmet gently. Then she gave
Julie a big kiss and lay beside her. I rolled over to the other side and we
rested for an indeterminate time while the angels played all over Julie's
face.
All this activity had taken the best part of three hours, and after we all
washed ourselves it was time for dinner. Rather than take the girls to
McDonalds again, I decided to cook a meal myself, using a tinned
steak-and-kidney pie that I had been keeping for emergencies. I peeled the
potatoes, opened a tin of peas and put a supermarket apple strudel in the
oven along with the S&K pie. After consuming it, the girls declared that it
was one of the best meals they had ever had. I knew that their opinion was
coloured by their recent sexual activities, and such knowledge ensured that
any self-preening about my culinary expertise would be spurious.
After dinner, we sat on the settee to watch TV, a girl on either side of me,
resting their heads on me.  I thought that fatherhood must be wonderful if
daughters were like this, and wondered how Sarah's father could have left
her and Valerie for another woman. Still, his loss was my gain, at least
temporarily.
While we were watching, the phone rang and it was Helen calling from
Falmouth. I told her that Julie was a terrible pest, but I supposed I could
manage to put up with her for a few days. I heard Julie's indignant "Huh!"
and then admitted that, well, she hadn't been too bad. Sarah grabbed the
phone from me and said "Don't believe him, Julie's been lovely all the
time!"
So I had to admit that Sarah was right, and then I seriously said that I
could put up with Julie's company whenever they were happy to leave her with
me. Julie came over to the phone and kissed me, then I passed the phone to
her and she said she loved being with Sarah and me. Finally, I took the
phone and Helen told me of her happiness that I was being so good to Julie.
Needless to say, I didn't admit to just how good!
Then Helen asked me if I had heard about the multi-vehicle smash on the M6
motorway. I said that I had just caught the tail end of the announcement on
the news, and Helen said, "Isn't it awful? Three vehicles flattened by a
runaway lorry whose driver had been chatting on his mobile, two people
killed, two seriously injured and the motorway closed for three hours."
For some unaccountable reason, I was starting to feel a little worm of
discomfort at the news, and decided to go into my computer room to call the
police headquarters where Helen worked and try to discover further news
about it. When I got through, I received the shock of my life. The lady at
the station told me that the driver of the car in which two people killed
was a local man named Jack Lomax. Stunned, I told her that as far as I knew,
Jack Lomax's passenger was named Valerie Walkinshaw and that her daughter
was staying with me for the weekend. She took my name and address, confirmed
that Valerie had been the other fatality, and said that a counsellor would
visit within the next couple of hours.
I went back into the lounge, sat down on the settee again and when Sarah saw
my expression she asked me what was wrong. I put my arm around her and
quietly told her the awful news. She was at first too stunned to react in
any way, then she just collapsed in a dead faint, unable to take in the
terrible truth that she was now effectively an orphan, having lost her
much-loved mother. Julie was crying, having difficulty in accepting her
vicarious grief. I cuddled them both for a long time, wondering what would
become of Sarah, but in that moment I resolved to adopt her as my daughter
if it were at all possible. Then I carried Sarah up to her bed, undressed
her with Julie's help and laid her down to sleep. Julie stayed with me the
whole time, holding my hand when it was not otherwise occupied.
I sat with Julie on the settee, just holding her hand. I thought of phoning
Helen to break the awful news, but Julie didn't know her Gran's number, and
when I tried to interrogate the 'last call received' function, I was advised
that the number was ex-directory. A few minutes later, the doorbell rang and
I opened it to admit PC Sarah Baxendale, who said that she had heard about
the terrible situation and had volunteered to act as counsellor, since she
had already met Sarah and thought she was a very pleasant young girl. She
sat on the settee with us and I told her that Sarah was upstairs in bed; I
thought she was probably asleep, unable as she was to accept the grief. PC
Baxendale said that it was definitely the best thing she could do, her mind
would sort itself out in her sleep and she would probably be able to accept
the situation in the morning. PC Sarah, as I started to call her, then held
Julie's hand as Julie started to cry again. I told her that Julie's mother
worked at Police Headquarters, but was away in Falmouth at the present time
and I couldn't contact her because her mother's phone was ex-directory. PC
Sarah asked Julie for her Gran's surname and her address, then she said that
she would obtain the number and call Helen.
I told PC Sarah that I would adopt Sarah if it were at all possible. She
said that the sentiment was very noble, but I didn't have to go to such
lengths out of a sense of duty. That irked me somewhat, and I told her that
I loved Sarah as if she were my own daughter, and that I had every intention
of making her just that if the authorities would allow it. I knew that Sarah
would want it, but of course she couldn't be taxed with such a question
until she had managed to overcome the worst of her grief. That made PC Sarah
see the light, and she said that she would do everything she could to help
bring it about when the time came.
She left soon afterwards and Julie and I just sat quietly together holding
hands. Later on, the phone rang - it was Helen who had just heard the news
from PC Sarah. She asked to speak to Julie, and while they were conversing I
went to the kitchen to make us a drink of cocoa. When I returned, Julie said
that her mother wanted to speak to me. Helen told me that she and David
would be returning early, starting out the following (Saturday) morning
because neither they nor her mother could think of anything but consoling
Julie and also trying to console Sarah. I told her that we would wait
indoors until they arrived.
Julie and I drank our cocoa and wanted to turn in early to bed. I decided
that, in order to avoid waking Sarah unnecessarily, Julie should sleep in my
bed and she agreed. I said that I would sleep downstairs on the sofa-bed
under the settee on which we were sitting, but she begged me to sleep with
her. I relented, but told her that if her parents questioned her, she must
say that I had slept downstairs. She understood and told me that she would
never speak of the sexual antics in which we had been indulging, knowing
that any indication could mean prison for me. She also knew that more of the
recent excitement was out of the question for the foreseeable future, but
thanked me for making her life sparkle, as she put it. This made me again
consider the near-adult way of thinking that these two delightful girls had.

I decided to pull out the bed mechanism anyway and leave it in that state to
suggest that I had been sleeping there. Julie and I performed our ablutions
and then went to bed; I cuddled her and we fell asleep without having any
sexual contact at all, being united in our grief for Sarah.
Saturday morning, and Julie and I rose and dressed. I looked in on Sarah and
noted that she was still asleep. I made breakfast for Julie and myself and
we decided to just sit and read, watch TV or perhaps use the computer. I had
previously been intending to show Julie some of the huge weapons sported by
men in porn pictures on the internet, but that idea was now totally defunct.
I realised that we needed some groceries for lunch, so I asked Julie to stay
in with Sarah while I slipped out to the corner shop. When I returned, Julie
was upstairs with Sarah, who was sitting up in bed. They just held hands and
said almost nothing at all. Sarah wanted to know why Julie hadn't slept with
her, and I told her that PC Sarah had advised us that she need all the sleep
she could get, so we decided not to risk waking her. Julie mentioned the
sofa-bed downstairs and Sarah didn't ask any more on the subject.
She got herself dressed and we all went downstairs. I gave Sarah some
breakfast - not much as she wasn't very hungry. As I was clearing away the
dishes, the doorbell rang and PC Sarah entered. Sarah saw her, ran to cuddle
her and started crying again. PC Sarah stroked Sarah's hair for a while and
then we sat down on the settee after I had moved the bed mechanism out of
the way. I decided that PC Sarah should be alone with Sarah for a while, and
Julie and I went into the kitchen to make a drink for all of us, then we
went into the computer room.
While PC Sarah was talking to Sarah, the doorbell rang again. This time it
was David and Helen who had set out very early and driven at breakneck speed
(although David admitted to only 70) to reach us. Julie ran to them and
cuddled her Dad, with Helen putting her arms around both of them. Helen
already knew PC Sarah, and she introduced David. We talked for a while on
the only subject of the moment, and then Sarah asked the all-important
question.
"Where will I live, and who will look after me?"
I immediately said that she had a home with me for as long as she wanted it
- a day, a week or for the rest of her life if that was her wish. She agreed
that it was, and that she had thought it was what I would say, but she
needed to hear me volunteer the information so that she could be certain. PC
Sarah and the Southerns also made a mental note of it, and David said that
if push came to shove in the courts they would give any character reference
necessary. PC Sarah told us that in her opinion there wouldn't be any
problem.
The Southerns then departed, all of them kissing and cuddling Sarah, Julie
most of all. PC Sarah left soon afterwards, saying that she would keep in
touch and that she and Helen would be giving whatever help they could in
administrative matters. Then Sarah and I were left alone to grieve in
private.
      *
As I had predicted, an awful lot of water did flow under the bridge before
Sarah and I were able to marry and settle down, although the water was much
more turbulent than I had ever considered possible. She became first my
ward, then my adopted daughter. The company which owned the lorry that had
killed Valerie paid a large sum in reparation - the court had set a figure,
but the managing director of the company had been so guilt-stricken that he
had added several thousand pounds from his own pocket to the pay-out. I was
able to contact him and thanked him on behalf of Sarah. The fate of the
driver was never revealed in the media, but I didn't give much for his
chances of re-employment anywhere else, and he probably got jail-time for
his recklessness.
Sarah was financially very well set, and being Sarah she used the money
wisely. She used some for university fees and the remainder she invested "as
her dowry to me" she said. I wouldn't hear of it, of course, and I suggested
that she invest some of it in driving lessons. She laughed and told me that
after she had passed her test there would be one good driver in the family.
A year after our wedding, her abdomen started to swell with our first
daughter. Sarah told me that I mustn't take her virginity until she was at
least eleven years old, going on twenty-one.
* * * *
End of story. I hope that readers didn't find the non-sexual bits boring,
but if they did, I suggest switching to another author, because I always
prefer to write a complete story rather than just a wank-per-page. For those
who might be inclined to check the "facts" of this story, don't bother,
there aren't any. Everything is pure fiction, and long may such stories
remain so.