Chapter 6
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Cathy, Darren and I walked home, and as soon as we were indoors Cathy wanted
me to keep my promise to penetrate her lower regions.
"You have to be completely sure about this," I told her. "You're a virgin at
the moment, and you can only lose your virginity once in your life."
"I can't wait," she replied. "I want to feel as though I'm a woman instead
of a girl." I sighed as I recalled that nearly all children wanted to grow
up too quickly, whereas I would have preferred them to remain children for
years and years.
We all went upstairs to my bedroom and undressed. The bottle of baby oil was
still on my bedside table; I fetched a large towel from the bathroom and
spread it on the bed. Darren was puzzled as to the reason for it, but I told
him he would soon see why it was there.
The sight of Cathy in her birthday suit brought me to a quick erection; she
was still the most beautiful creature I ever hoped to see. I laid her on top
of the towel, then laid Darren next to her. I lay beside Cathy and started
to suck the nearer nipple and told Darren to suck the other one. While we
were doing this, my hand went down to Cathy's quim and stroked the outer
lips; I felt the little hairs there which reminded me that she would soon be
a woman. I was glad that she hadn't started her periods yet, but decided
that I wouldn't risk pumping my semen into her vagina; I would put it in her
mouth or her rectum instead. Then I started to stimulate her clitoris, which
caused the predictable squeaking sounds from her throat. My finger travelled
the glorious trail to her vagina and thence to her anus, making her gasp
once more. I pumped my finger in her vagina, feeling the juices starting to
flow.
I lay on my back asked her to straddle me. I told Darren to lie with his
penis next to my mouth, and while Cathy placed my helmet at heaven's gate I
sucked Darren's little pecker. Cathy slowly lowered her body on my erection
and it slid in fairly easily due to her flowing juices. She didn't appear to
be in pain, and soon I was in her all the way, her sparse pubic hairs
touching my abundant bush. I didn't need to tell her what to do; she just
started to move her bottom back and forth so that my glans tickled her
cervix. The expression on her face told me all I wanted to know - she was
enjoying it as much as I. In the meantime I was sucking Darren's two inches
of stiffness, licking his little helmet and causing him maximum excitement.
I soon felt the old familiar feeling, and asked Cathy to freeze for a minute
or two. Unfortunately, her pelvic floor muscles were still twitching and I
had to lift her off quickly in case I ejaculated inside her reproductive
apparatus. I managed to avoid coming at that moment, but it was a close-run
thing.
"I daren't put my semen into your vagina," I told Cathy. "You're not far off
puberty, and I don't want to risk making you pregnant."
"Can you put it in my bottom then?" she asked, pre-empting my own question.
I reached over to the bedside table and collected the baby-oil bottle. I
asked her to anoint my glans with it and also her anus. Then she squatted
over me again, carefully inserting my helmet into her poo-chute. She took it
into her very slowly and I saw her grimacing slightly with pain, but she was
obviously determined to continue until the bitter end. Darren was watching
all this time, and I turned him round and licked his anus to the
accompaniment of the expected squeaking sounds. I asked him to straddle me
with his bottom in my face so that I could continue licking his anus. I
pushed my tongue into the little brown hole and reached up to stroke his
penis.
Cathy's bottom continued its downward progress until my penis was fully
inserted, then she rested for a while. I soon felt her pelvic floor muscles
clenching rhythmically again so that she was effectively wanking my cock
with her bottom. Her juices were dripping steadily out of her vagina,
soaking my pubic bush and running down over my anus and thence on to the
towel below.
All the stimulation I was receiving: Cathy's bowels on my penis, Darren's
anus on my tongue and his little pecker between my fingers soon led to the
inevitable, and I started to ejaculate into Cathy's rectum - it went on and
on while her face held a blissful smile.
Eventually, my semen-store was spent and I felt my penis wilting inside
Cathy's bottom. She must have felt it as well; she lifted herself off and my
cock fell out of her anus with a little plopping sound. Some of my semen
started dripping on to the towel.
"Can you put it in my bottom now?" asked Darren.
"No way," I replied with a chuckle. "It will be hours before I can do that
again, by which time you'll be home with your Mum."
His face betrayed his disappointment, but I told him there would be many
more opportunities, and I would never leave him out of the action.
We cleaned ourselves up; Cathy sat on the toilet to get rid of the semen I
had given her; I washed her poo off my penis and had a pee to remove any
that had entered my urethra; Darren wiped my saliva off his bottom. Then we
all dressed and went downstairs to await Avril's return.
We played Cribbage for a while, then we decided to try more intellectual
games such as Snap, Cheat! and Beggar My Neighbour (although I thought
'bugger' more appropriate than 'beggar'). Just as a loud cry of "SNAP"
escaped Darren, the doorbell rang and Cathy opened it to admit Avril. Both
children hugged her tightly as though they hadn't seen her for months. She
was all smiles and told me that she had had a wonderful time, and hoped that
the children hadn't been too much bother. I told her that they were the
nearest thing to little angels, which caused her some surprise.
Avril and I sat down while Cathy and Darren went to the kitchen to make us
all a cup of tea. I explained the situation that had befallen Grace Hinton,
and that I would probably be having Wendy to stay for a few days next week.
I assured her that all three children had been great company and I was very
happy to accept them all, either together or individually. I said I would
collect them tomorrow if Avril was going in to work, and she confirmed that
she was.
Finally, the time came for them to leave. I went out to my car and removed
the booster seats to place in Avril's car, then the two children hugged me
and kissed me goodbye. As I watched them drive away, I felt a small pang of
sorrow that the weekend was over, but I knew that I would be seeing them
again tomorrow.
As I went back into the house, the phone was ringing. I answered it to hear
Grace in near-panic. She had started bleeding and the doctor had told her
she needed to be admitted to hospital immediately. I told her that I would
take her there if necessary, but she said an ambulance was on its way. She
was concerned about Wendy, but I allayed her fears and said that Wendy could
stay with me as long as was necessary, so that would be one less thing for
her to worry about. I asked her if she wanted me to try and contact her
husband, and she agreed, she told me his name was Brian and I told her I
would do my best.
I walked round to her house just as the ambulance was arriving and I asked
Grace if she had packed any clothes for Wendy. She replied that she hadn't
even thought about it in her panic, which I completely understood, so I told
her I would do the necessary. I reminded her that it would be a good idea if
I had a key to the house, and she told me where a spare one was kept. Then
the ambulance drove away, leaving me with a very bewildered little girl. I
held her hand and told her that her Mum would be in very safe hands and that
I would act as both her Mum and Dad for as long as she needed me. She
squeezed my hand and thanked me. Then we went indoors; I found the spare
house key and went to Wendy's room to collect some clothes for her. I asked
where her nightie was, and she said with some embarrassment that she didn't
wear one; I told her that neither did I or Cathy or Darren, and her
embarrassment subsided.
Having collected the necessary items, we returned to my home after locking
up and switching off lights, hot water and central heating. I showed Wendy
to the spare bedroom and allocated her another drawer in the chest and
another space in the wardrobe. I reflected that although I had no children
of my own, here was a bedroom with three lots of children's storage space.
Wendy was looking distinctly tired, so I made her a cup of cocoa and
suggested she have a bath and go to bed early. There was no objection from
this little-girl-lost, and I cuddled her, kissed the top of her head and
assured her that everything would be sorted soon if she could bear it a bit
longer.
"Mummy usually washes me in the bath," she said. "Could you do it for me?"
I was very happy with that question and assured her that I would treat her
just as her Mum did. I ran the bath and undressed Wendy, silently admiring
her little hairless snatch. I put her in the bath and washed her, then told
her she could wash herself between her legs, but she said that her mother
did it for her and asked me to do it as well. Needing no further excuse, I
soaped a finger and ran it up and down her little slit, massaging the
clitoris and the vaginal entrance. The contented look on her face told me
that I was doing just as she wanted. Then she turned over and asked me to do
her bottom, so I soaped my pinky finger and inserted it to the first
knuckle.
"Ooh, that feels nice," she said. "Mummy never does that, can you put it in
a bit further."
I gently inserted it all the way, then removed it and repeated the operation
with my index finger. Her little cries of pleasure were my milk and honey,
so I turned her over again to access her vagina. I soaped my pinky finger
again and partially inserted it; she spread her legs wider and smiled at me.
"Please put your other finger in instead, it felt lovely in my bottom."
I did as she asked, and noted that her vagina was becoming more slippery. I
pumped it in and out a few times, then lifted her out of the bath and
wrapped a big towel around her. I dried her and told her to clean her teeth
while I went for a pee. She finished cleaning her teeth and got into bed. I
started to tuck her in, and she put her arms round my neck and kissed me
passionately on the lips.
"I loved you touching my pee-pee," she said. "Can you do it again tomorrow?"
By way of answer I rolled back the duvet, spread her legs and licked her
little snatch.
"Ooh, that's lovely," she said and spread her legs wider. She arched her
back as I was licking, bringing her anus to my tongue, so I licked that as
well. Then I put her down on her back and lifted her legs against her
stomach, much as I had done with Cathy and Darren. I licked her anus and
inserted the tip of my tongue, causing her to wriggle with pleasure.
Rather than risk tiring her too much, I left the stimulation at that point,
straightened her and covered her again with the duvet.
"Thank you for making me feel wonderful," she said. "But please don't tell
Mummy, she'll kill me."
"No need to worry about that," I told her. "We'll keep it to ourselves,
although Cathy and Darren can join in with us."
That gave her some surprise. "Do you lick their bottoms as well?" she asked.
"Yes, and they love it. When they next stay the night, we can all join in
together."
"Oh, I'm looking forward to that," she said excitedly.
"Now it's time for you to sleep," I told her. "Sweet dreams and no
nightmares."
I went downstairs and put in a few hours of work on the computer, then it
was my own bedtime. I made myself a liquid nightcap, then bathed and
retired. I hadn't been in bed long when I heard a knock on the door.
"Please can I sleep with you, Mr. Clark. I feel so lonely with Mummy away."
I told her that my name was Andy for everyone including young girls, and
that she could join me in bed if she wanted to. She got into bed and I
cuddled her without even raising an erection, such was my concern for her.
Within a few minutes she was fast asleep, so I let myself drift off as well.
Chapter 7
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Morning arrived and when I awoke, Wendy was still fast asleep. I realised
that she had had a traumatic time and she would need to recuperate; sleep
was the best remedy. I got out of bed very carefully to avoid waking her and
went for a pee. When I returned she was still asleep, so I took my clothes
into the spare room to get dressed. I went downstairs and had breakfast,
then started searching the phone directory for some Army numbers. I got
through to an information service and was told that the sort of data I
wanted was classified - I assumed that was because there were several
organisations inimical to the Army. I explained the problem and was told
that the chaplain's department was my best bet. She put me through and I
explained again to the padre, although I didn't know his unit. All I knew
was his name, his home address and that he was somewhere in Afghanistan. I
told the padre that I understood the need for security but felt that this
situation may require compassionate leave for Brian Hinton. He said he would
make the necessary checks with the hospital and get back to me.
I phoned Avril to tell her the worrying news, and asked her not to tell the
children just yet. I said that I hoped to take Wendy to visit her mother and
wouldn't be able to look after them until I had returned, probably after
lunch. She understood and said that she would claim a doctor's appointment
to avoid having to go to work that morning.
Then I went upstairs to find Wendy just waking up. "Morning sleepyhead," I
said. "You slept for nearly twelve hours. You must have been tired."
She looked distressed. "Have you heard anything about Mummy?"
"I haven't been able to so far. I've been talking to the Army to try and get
a message to your Dad. The padre will be calling back when he's got some
information. I'll go and phone the hospital now. I expect you can get
dressed by yourself."
I went back downstairs and phoned the hospital. There I ran up against a
brick wall in the shape of a very unhelpful receptionist who wouldn't even
confirm that a patient called Mrs. Grace Hinton existed. I said that her
daughter was worried about her, but I still got nowhere. I asked her to put
me through to someone who could help me, but she just said "No!" and rang
off. I was puzzled by this behaviour, so I phoned my own doctor's
receptionist and explained the problem. Apparently I was not the only
unsatisfied enquirer of this hospital, and she gave me a number to ring for
further information. I rang the number and reached someone who was much more
helpful and I recounted the conversation I had earlier with the hospital
switchboard. She knew exactly who I was talking about, but explained that
the person was a union shop steward and getting rid of her would be a major
problem. I suggested that a large injection of potassium chloride would
solve the problem immediately, but might be illegal.
Eventually I managed to elicit the information that Mrs Hinton had had a
restful night, and I could bring her daughter to see her at any time. I said
I would be there shortly, then I phoned the Army padre to tell him where I
was going. He asked for my mobile number and said that he was still waiting
for information and would be in touch.
When Wendy came downstairs I told her what the hospital had told me and said
that when she had had her breakfast I would take her to see her Mum. I
suggested that she might be on the move for most of the day, so she would be
well advised to have a poo and do all the other things she would normally do
on a school day. After breakfast she went back upstairs and after a few
minutes I heard the toilet flush. She came down and said she was ready.
We went to the hospital and after I had greeted Grace I left the two of them
alone. The local doctor suggested I should take Wendy away after no more
than an hour to avoid tiring Grace, so I did some shopping in town, visited
the library and then it was time to collect Wendy. Before I left, Grace
asked me for a private word, so I asked Wendy to go and look for some books
to read for a few minutes. Grace told me that her prognosis was not very
good, and that she wanted Brian to know the situation. I told her that the
Army padre was on the case and he had said that there was a good chance
Brian would be able to obtain compassionate leave. She thanked me for all
that I was doing for her and for Wendy and I said that I only wished there
was more I could do to help. With that, I collected Wendy and we went home.
On the way, Wendy asked me what her Mum and I were talking about, so I said
I was telling her about the possibility of her Dad obtaining some leave to
come and see her Mum. She was very happy with that and was looking forward
to seeing him. Shortly after we arrived home, the padre called me and said
he had organised compassionate leave for Brian Hinton. He explained that he
had had to make extensive checks to ensure authenticity, and I understood. I
said I would be happy to take Wendy to collect him from wherever he landed,
and the padre said the Army movements department would contact me about
that.
I drove with Wendy to collect Cathy and Darren. They were surprised to see
her, so she told them that her mother was in hospital and she was staying
with me until her mother returned. She was much happier now that she had
seen Grace and thought that she would be home soon; she was just about her
normal self now that a heavy weight had been lifted from her mind, and she
was also looking forward to seeing her Dad.
While I was making us some lunch, the children all went up to Cathy's
bedroom and I didn't hear anything from them for nearly 20 minutes. I was
starting to wonder what they were up to, so I crept quietly up the stairs
and listened at the bedroom door; all I could hear was some giggling and
Wendy's voice saying, "It's a funny little thing isn't it?"
I opened the door to find three naked children sitting on Cathy's bed. "Hi
Andy," piped up Darren. "We're playing doctor and looking at each other's
willies." Darren's penis was erect, so someone had been playing with it.
Wendy was sitting with her legs wide open and Darren was putting his finger
in her vagina.
"Please don't tell my Mum," cried Wendy; she was obviously terrified of her
parents' disapproval.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," I assured her. "But you have to let me
play as well."
"I expect Wendy would love to see your willy," said Cathy, and Wendy's
worried expression changed to one of interest. I joined them on the bed,
lowered my zipper and asked Darren to take my penis out. This he did, and
before he let go of it he retracted the foreskin, then bent down and licked
the glans.
"It's enormous," observed Wendy, "but that's where you make wee isn't it?
Doesn't it taste nasty?"
"Oh no, it tastes lovely," said Darren, "especially when spunk comes out of
it." Cathy agreed.
"What's spunk?" asked Wendy as she held the shaft, working the foreskin up
and down.
So I explained to Wendy some of the process of making babies, sexual
intercourse and blow-jobs; she asked the predictable question: "If I suck
it, will I have a baby?"
Darren was quick to give his own explanation. "No, you have to be grown-up
for that, but I have swallowed his spunk and it will make my willy grow big.
I expect it will make your boobies grow as well. Cathy's have started
already."
I was beginning to think that the paedophile who had invented this bit of
bullshit could walk on water.
While Wendy was servicing my penis, I took the opportunity to admire once
more her totally hairless little snatch. She opened her legs a bit wider and
I was able to insert a little bit of my pinky finger into her vagina.
"I like you doing that," she said immediately.
"You'll like it in your bottom as well," Cathy told her. "Darren and I both
love it. Let's see your bottom-hole."
Wendy didn't let on that she had already experienced it, but lay back,
lifted her legs until her thighs were touching her stomach, and we all saw
her delightful little pink anus. Darren licked his finger and touched her
anus, then started to slide it in.
"Ooh, that's nice," was Wendy's immediate reaction. When Darren had taken
his finger out and she had returned to a sitting position, she asked, "Can I
suck your willy, Andy?"
"Yes, of course you can. Be careful with your teeth, it's very sensitive."
Wendy tentatively licked the glans, then as she grew bolder she took the
whole glans into her mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. My penis responded
by leaking some pre-cum, which Wendy tasted and said, "Oh, please don't wee
in my mouth!"
"It's not wee," I assured her. "It's a lubricant which makes it easier to
slide my penis into a girl's vagina. It won't do you any harm, and the
others like the taste of it."
"So do I," said Wendy. After a minute of sucking, she asked, "Are you going
to put it into my vagina?"
"Maybe, but not yet," I replied.
If this was what hell is going to be like, I thought, I can take it for all
eternity. Not many things in life can be as exciting as two ten-year-old
girls and an eight-year-old boy wanting my sexual favours. Then I remembered
that I had made sandwiches and orange juice which were waiting for all of
us, so I told them all to get dressed and we could continue after lunch. I
zipped up my slacks and we went downstairs.
After lunch, I said that I couldn't take them where I had planned due to the
current situation, but we might visit Marwell Zoo later in the week if
possible.
"Where were you going to take us?" asked Darren artlessly.
"That's a secret," I replied. "I'll tell you just before we set off, if we
set off."
The phone rang, and a military-sounding voice asked, "Mr. Andrew Clark?" I
decided to be very correct and answered, "This is he."
"Sir, I am to advise you that Lieutenant Brian Hinton will be arriving at
Aldershot railway station from Swindon at about 1725 hours this coming
Wednesday, and I understand that you and his daughter will collect him. Am I
correct?"
"You are indeed," I replied, somewhat pompously to this pompous-sounding
person.
"Thank you, Sir," replied the voice, and rang off.
"That was the Army people calling," I told Wendy. "Your Dad will be arriving
at Aldershot rail station on Wednesday afternoon, and you and I will be
collecting him."
"Hooray," cried Wendy. "I haven't seen Daddy for ages."
I told Cathy and Darren that it would be best if they didn't come with us,
as Brian would prefer to have Wendy on his own. I would be leaving them
alone as soon as I could.
Since there was no point in going out anywhere for the time being, we went
for our customary walk to the playground. I had difficulty keeping the lid
on Wendy's excitement that she would soon be seeing her Dad, and she told
anyone she spoke to at the park that her Daddy was coming home on Wednesday
from "Ganneestan". I felt very sorry for her - her pleasure that her Dad
would be home was likely to be overwhelmed by the news that her Mum was
dying. I thought that life can sometimes be very cruel, particularly to a
child.
Soon it was time to deliver Cathy and Darren to their home. I asked the
three of them to go upstairs while I had a word with Avril. Then I brought
her up to date on the situation, with the sad news that Grace was likely to
die soon from her cancer, and that her husband Brian would be home on
compassionate leave in two days. I said that I would like to give Wendy the
best treat possible before she had to receive the shocking news, and that I
would like Cathy and Darren to be with her to help her enjoy it. My plan was
to take them to Longleat, where they would have a whole day of animal-gazing
and all the other educational attractions for children. She thought that was
a wonderful idea and thanked me on behalf of her two youngsters.
"I know about your sexual attraction to my children," she said, "and I know
that you will never harm them. I want you to know that I think their
association with you can only be good for them."
I thanked her and confirmed that although I had some paedophile tendencies,
the thought of hurting any child, or allowing one to be hurt, was abhorrent
to me. The concept of 'hurt' of course didn't exclude a quick clip round the
ear for being seriously ill-mannered or other very unacceptable behaviour.
She agreed and told me that Cathy had received such summary punishment on
more than one occasion, although Darren had never given cause for it.
Wendy and I returned home; we had a light supper and it was time for bath
and bed. We both enjoyed the usual bath-time activities, which left Wendy
feeling very relaxed and ready for a good night's sleep. I didn't want to
engage in full sexual activities with her until her parents' situation was
settled. I put her to bed in her own room and she happily drifted off to
sleep.
At last I was able to do some real work on my 'day job'; most of my time
recently had been spent in looking after children and other admin-type
activities. So would tomorrow, I thought. It was a good thing that my client
was not in a great hurry for the next phase of his program. I spent the rest
of the evening on it, and was gratified to reach more than half-way of this
particular section. I phoned him and explained the situation, then I said
that I would probably be able to put in a normal full week's work between
Wednesday and the following Monday.
Chapter 8
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Tuesday morning, and the weather was starting to deteriorate slightly, but
it was expected to be suitable for a day at Longleat Safari Park. I went
into Wendy's room and woke her up; she looked up at me with a smile and
kissed me. I pulled back the duvet to reveal her delicious pre-pubescent
body, but refrained from touching her little snatch. I told her to get
dressed quickly because we were going out for the day - this was the
surprise outing which Darren had wanted to know about. I phoned Avril and
asked if the children would be ready in the next hour, and she said that
they had been up and about for a while. They had breakfasted and I only had
to collect them. On the way I called in at a motoring accessories shop and
bought a booster seat for Wendy.
We set off for Longleat, a good two hours' drive away, with Cathy feeling
very grown-up because she sat in the front passenger seat with me. The
children didn't know until the last minute where they were going, and when
they saw the sign at the entrance, the sound of three child-voices cheering
almost deafened me. When we arrived at the drive-through part with its
animal enclosures, three little faces were staring in wonder at the lions,
apes, rhino and other wild creatures. A moment of amusement for the children
and a gnashing of teeth for me came when a simian of one type or another sat
on the bonnet of the car and proceeded to chew the wiper-blades.
We had lunch in the café, spent an enjoyable time in a boat on the big lake
where sea-lions were playing, fed the giraffes, watched cuddly little
animals in pets' corner, and many other diversions before it was time to go
home again. As I reached the Saunders' drive, I noticed that all three
children were fast asleep so I had to rouse Cathy and Darren, but left Wendy
sleeping. I locked the car for Wendy's safety and escorted the other two
into their house. I told Avril that I had left Wendy alone, so I wouldn't
stay longer than necessary. I kissed them goodbye and told Avril that I
would be visiting Grace in the morning and collecting Wendy's Dad in the
late afternoon, so I it would be better if I didn't have Cathy and Darren.
She said she would clear it with her boss and stay home for the day. I told
her that after Wednesday I would be able to take Cathy and Darren during the
day again as Wendy would naturally be staying with her Dad. When I returned
to the car Wendy was still asleep, and still hadn't awoken when I reached my
own home.
As I lifted her from the car seat and carried her indoors, she put her arms
round my neck and kissed me. I took her upstairs, ran the bath, undressed
her and lowered her into the water. She suddenly jumped up and told me that
she wanted the toilet, so I lifted her out again.
"Do you want me to come in with you?" I asked her.
"I want to poo," she replied. "You wouldn't like the smell."
So I took her in, sat her on the seat and then went out and closed the
toilet door. After a few minutes she returned to the bathroom and got into
the bath.
"Can you wash my willy and my bottom again, please, Andy?" she asked. I
couldn't refuse, and we both enjoyed some very sexual touching for a few
minutes. Then she sounded slightly worried and asked, "You won't tell my
Daddy about this, will you? I think he would punish me for being dirty."
"Don't worry, love," I said. "If you don't say anything, I won't either."
She smiled and accepted my assurances. Then she asked, "Can I sleep in your
bed with you tonight? I felt very lonely last night when I woke up, but
thought you might not like me to come into your bedroom."
"Sure you can," I replied. "I'll take you to my bed when you've cleaned your
teeth."
I decided to wash her bottom thoroughly as I was considering licking her
anus and perhaps inserting my tongue when we were in bed. "Ooh," she
exclaimed, "I love you putting your finger into my bottom like that." I
smiled and kissed her.
After drying her on a big fluffy towel, I told her to clean her teeth, and
then I carried her into my bedroom and into my bed. As I laid her down she
smiled and spread her legs wide. I couldn't resist licking her little
snatch, which was obviously what she wanted.
"Does your Dad wash you in the bath?" I asked her.
"He used to, although he never touched my willy. But when I reached ten
years old he said he wouldn't bath me any more. He said I was a growing-up
girl and I should have my privacy. I didn't really want him to stop bathing
me but Mummy said she would still do it if I wanted." I noted the comparison
with Cathy's father and suspected that, like Bob, her Dad was becoming
uncomfortable at the sight of his young daughter's girlie-bits, although
they were still totally undeveloped. I, of course, had no such inhibitions.
I tucked her in bed and switched off the light. "I'll be coming to bed in a
couple of hours," I told her. "But don't try to stay awake. I'll cuddle you
whether you're awake or asleep."
A couple of hours' work actually turned into three, and I was a bit
goggle-eyed by the time I went to bed. I had a bath and did the usual
pre-bed things, then climbed into bed next to Wendy with my chest next to
her back. I cuddled her and my penis became erect and started poking the
cleft of her bottom. She must have been at least half awake because I felt
her hand reach behind her, take hold of my cock, and start rubbing it on her
anus. I was very tempted to bugger her there and then, but I was mindful of
the fact that her Dad would be home soon and I didn't want to risk problems
of anal bleeding for her. So I removed my cock from the vicinity, turned her
on to her stomach and started to lick her buttocks, gradually progressing
towards her anus. When I reached it, she spread her legs wide apart and I
inserted the tip of my tongue into her tight little bottom; the taste of
ten-year-old girl was something special and I loved it. While I was licking
and tongue-buggering her, my finger sought her little quim; I inserted the
tip of my index finger into her vagina and she squeaked in pleasure.
"Are you going to put your willy into me, Andy?"
"I daren't at the moment, your Dad might notice something."
"Will you do it when he's gone back to Ganneestan?"
"I would love to. I think your girlie bits are beautiful, and I love the
taste of your willy and your bottom."
She was obviously very tired; I cuddled her and she soon drifted off to
sleep. I quickly followed her into dreamland.
Chapter 9
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I awoke to find a little hand on my morning erection; this reminded me of a
few days previously when Cathy had done the same. I turned to face her,
smiled and kissed her. Then I told her it was time to get dressed and I
would take her to the hospital after clearing our visit with the medical
staff. When we arrived there I repeated my action of my previous visit and
left the two of them alone while I went shopping.
Returning an hour later I told Grace that I would be collecting Brian from
the station 'at about 1725', as the Army movements person had told me. I
expected that he would want to visit her on his way home, but she suggested
that it would be better if he went home first and cleaned up before
visiting. I said I would pass on the suggestion when we collected him.
We returned home and had some lunch, then for want of something better to do
I took Wendy for a walk and ended up in the usual place - the playground. I
thought that such places were much better for kids than sitting around
playing computer games. Eventually it was time to go back home and prepare
to collect Brian Hinton.
We left at 5 o'clock to ensure that we were slightly early, but in fact
arrived just as the train from Swindon was pulling in. I didn't know what
Brian Hinton looked like, but I needn't have worried. A tall man in Army
officer's uniform came striding out of the station and Wendy squealed,
"Daddy!" then we walked across the car park to greet him. After a suitable
interval of father-daughter affection we returned to my car, he carrying a
blissful daughter and I carrying his holdall. I put Wendy in the back seat
and before getting into the car myself I had a quiet word with him, telling
him that I had said nothing to Wendy about the seriousness of Grace's
condition. I told him what Grace had said about going home to change first,
and he agreed that it would be an excellent idea. On the way home he told me
something of the difficulties of soldiering in a place where some of the
local residents were highly suspicious of anyone in uniform.
I dropped Brian and Wendy at their home, having given him the door-key which
Grace had given me for emergencies, but which had remained unused. I cuddled
Wendy and shook hands with Brian, then gave him my phone number in case he
needed my help. I asked him to phone me in the evening and we would have a
chat about important matters; he was overcome with gratitude at the help I
was giving to his family. Finally I drove home and phoned Avril to tell her
I would collect Cathy and Darren by 8.30 the next morning.
When Brian called me in the evening he was fully aware of Grace's prognosis.
I said that of course I hoped, as did everyone else, that she would recover,
but there was unfortunately a strong chance that she wouldn't and he would
have to prepare for that. I asked him if there was anyone apart from him
mother-in-law who could look after Wendy on a permanent basis, and he said
that there was nobody else. Furthermore, his mother-in-law was somewhat
frail and he thought that looking after a ten-year-old, even one as docile
as Wendy, would be too much for her. The solution was obvious, I said,
assuming that he didn't want to leave the Army: I was fully prepared to take
her on as my ward during the times that he was unable to care for her. He
said he was hoping I would say that; he knew Wendy was very fond of me and
that I had shown my fondness for her also. He said he was home for a week,
but that could be extended if the doctors thought that Grace was likely to
die soon. I told him that the reason I hadn't mentioned anything about her
condition to Wendy was that I thought her father would prefer to take on
that responsibility. He agreed and said he was trying to work out how to do
it without hurting Wendy too much.
For the next two days I collected Cathy and Darren as usual and tried to
keep them entertained as best I could. I wasn't successful all the time, but
the fall-back position usually resulted in sexual action of one sort or
another. Darren was particularly fond of receiving my penis in his bottom;
Cathy also liked being buggered but preferred it in her vagina. Now and
again we tried a 'crumpet sandwich', also described as a double penetration,
with my penis in her vagina and Darren's in her anus. Unfortunately, his
little cock was too small to give her much stimulation, but it was better
than using inanimate objects. However, they both liked me to lick their
bottoms after the regulation cleaning (I didn't fancy the taste of shit,
even coming from children).
When I returned the children to Avril on Friday evening, she said that her
company had asked her to visit their offices in Poole, Dorset for the
weekend. This was several hours' journey away, so that she would probably
not return until the following Monday afternoon. That left me to entertain
two lovely children in the way I knew best - sexually! She repeated her
earlier comment that I had virtually carte blanche with them, and she knew
that they would be looking forward to it.
I collected them early the next day and decided that I would take them to a
cricket match, just for a change. Darren didn't even know what the game was
all about, but Cathy did and she explained it to him. As it happened, there
was a test match on the satellite TV at the time, so I suggested that they
watch and try to gain some knowledge before we went to the local match. When
the time came to leave for the match, they were chatting together and using
phrases like 'hitting a six', 'bowling bouncers' and sundry other cricketing
expressions.
Much later when the match was over, I knew that they had both enjoyed it and
that I now had a further opportunity to entertain them during the summer
holiday. We drove home, and the first thing we all wanted to do was to visit
the toilet. I left Cathy to use the one downstairs while Darren and I went
upstairs. I held his little knob for him while he was peeing, just to remind
him of how we met, and after I had had a pee I repeated the other thing I
had done with him - I stood him on the seat and sucked his cock. Cathy was
standing outside the toilet door and saw what I was doing; Darren told her
that it was a repeat of our first day together.
After tea, I sat and read them a story; they could both read perfectly well
but still enjoyed my reading to them. They watched their favourite soap
opera, then it was time for bath and bed. I bathed them both together,
making sure of their anal cleanliness in the usual way. I put Darren into my
bed, quickly licked his cock and kissed him goodnight, although I knew that
he would wake up when Cathy and I joined him later in the evening.
Cathy and I went downstairs, she to practice on the piano and I to do some
work. After putting in two hours' work I decided to call it a day. I took
Cathy to join Darren in my bed, then I bathed, cleaned teeth and joined the
children. When I opened the bedroom door I saw that they were engaged in a
69 session, so I decided to include myself in the action. I started by
inserting a lubricated finger in Cathy's anus, which made her squeak, and at
the same time I licked Darren's anus, which brought a long sigh from him.
Then I lay down beside them and just watched while they enjoyed each other's
attentions to their sex organs. My flagstaff was at full mast, and very soon
I felt Darren's hand around it.
While Darren was licking her clitoris, I raised Cathy's legs to rest her
thighs on her stomach and placed myself in a position such as to insert my
cock into her anus. I pressed forward gently, finally penetrating her to my
fullest extent and started to pump slowly. Darren started to suck her
clitoris more vigorously, and soon Cathy was shuddering as she reached her
orgasm. She must have started sucking Darren's cock a little harder because
he started to have a dry orgasm, his little body shaking uncontrollably. The
scene excited me so much that I gave up my essence into Cathy' rectum, and
for the first time the three of us reached a climax almost simultaneously.
After we had spent several minutes (it seemed like hours) in semi-stupor, it
was time for Cathy and I to complete the clean-up operation; I to wash my
organ and she to remove my semen from her bowels. When we returned, Darren
was almost asleep in the middle of the bed, so we settled down on either
side of him, doused the light and went to sleep.
Chapter 10
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The following Monday, Avril returned and dropped a bombshell on me. She said
that her company was so impressed with her that they wanted her to take a
senior position in the branch at Poole. This of course meant that the family
would have to move there, and she wanted to know what the children thought
about it. The same question arose from both: "Will Andy be coming with us?"
After I had picked myself up from the floor (metaphorically) I told them
that it wasn't a decision for me, it was for their Mum to make. Although I
had almost become part of the family, that little word 'almost' came to have
a huge significance. There was also the problem of Wendy; I told them that
she would need me very soon. I could see question-marks appearing on the
children's faces, so I told them about Wendy's mother's illness and the fact
that I had promised Brian that I would take full charge of Wendy while he
was overseas.
"Why can't Wendy come and live with all of us?" asked Cathy, and I admitted
that I had never considered that. I asked the children to go upstairs while
I discussed things with Avril. She said that she wasn't averse to the idea
that Cathy had suggested, but thought that the decision as to whether I
wanted to live with an adult woman was really up to me. She said, with a
smile, that she could probably put up with me, which earned her laugh and a
light smack on her posterior. I pointed out to her that my live-in
girlfriend who had departed six months previously had just found someone she
preferred, but she had no complaints about my sexual performance. My
attraction to Cathy, Darren and Wendy was due to their own personalities and
not to the exclusion of adult ladies.
I told Avril that I would talk to Brian Hinton about this possible
development, and with that we closed the subject temporarily. I decided that
we should all go out to a restaurant for a slap-up lunch in celebration of a
possible new life, so I called the children downstairs and told them what we
had decided.
Later in the afternoon I phoned Brian and advised him of the situation. I
assured him that if things worked out as we were hoping, Wendy would have a
secure home in a full-size family for as long as she needed it. I didn't
know how long he would be spending in "Ganneestan", to quote Wendy's word
for it, but he would never have to worry about her welfare, and when he
returned he could either take charge of her again or leave her with us if he
wished.
He told me that, much as he loved being a father to his daughter, he was
primarily concerned that she should have a stable family life, and that was
something he was unlikely to be able to provide, at least in the near
future. He said that Grace was fading fast and was unlikely to survive more
than a few more days. He reiterated his gratitude towards me and said that
he would make all necessary arrangements and recommendations to transfer her
care to me on a permanent basis. That, as far as I was concerned, left the
door wide open for me to join the Saunders/Marchant family permanently, and
to include Wendy when the time came. My heart went out to Brian; I could
almost hear him weeping as he pondered the imminent death of his much-loved
wife, and the thought almost made me weep as well. With a catch in my voice,
I terminated the conversation.
Later, I offered Avril a semi-permanent place in my home, knowing that she
would have to spend the working week in Poole. She decided that it was a
good idea and she would rent her own house out until we had all settled into
a new life, then she would sell it. She had to leave for Poole the following
morning, but she would spend the night at my house if I agreed. I phoned
Brian Hinton and suggested that he might like to meet Wendy's new family; he
arrived later with Wendy. I was somewhat shocked at Wendy's tearful
demeanour, but then I realised that she knew all about her mother's medical
condition. When we all sat down, she came and sat on my lap; I cuddled her
and she started crying again. I stroked her hair and kissed her; Brian must
have noticed so I apologised for my undue familiarity in his presence. He
said that he was very happy to see that Wendy was well-loved and he was
delighted to meet her new Mum and Dad, as he put it. Again, I expressed a
pang of guilt that I would be enjoying her company at his expense.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "I'll survive, and what's more important,
Wendy will not only survive but thrive as well." Here, I thought, was the
best sort of parent - one who would even give up the child he loved so as to
secure her future.
He and Wendy left after a while, and Avril also left to collect the personal
items she would need for the coming night. When she returned, I suggested
that if she preferred it, she and I could sleep in the twin-bed room and the
children could use my bed. But she said that there was no point in
displaying false modesty; she would sleep with me although she couldn't
guarantee any sexual activity.
"I'll never try to rape you or even persuade you, love. Coercion has never
been any part of my creed, so you're quite safe. If you decide to indulge,
of course I'll co-operate - what man would refuse an attractive woman - but
no pressure from me."
That made her day, and she kissed me warmly and held my hand. Then it was
time for the children's bath and bed, so I suggested that she might prefer
to handle that chore.
"No false modesty, remember?" she said with a smile. "We can do it
together."
She undressed Darren and I undressed Cathy, then she made a point of
demonstrating her new open-mindedness by holding Darren's penis and
squeezing it until it erected. Darren was slightly embarrassed at first, but
Cathy stood watching with a broad smile on her face. I put my arm around her
shoulders and stroked one growing breast with the other hand, changing her
smile from one of amusement to one of pleasure. Then we put them both in the
bath, and Darren wanted to know if I would wash inside his bottom with my
finger. I shot a quick look at Avril, but she just smiled and said, "Go
ahead, I know he loves it."
After washing them both, I acceded to Darren's request while Avril held his
penis and wanked it back and forth. Cathy was feeling somewhat left out, so
she reached for my zipper, extracted my erection and started to suck it.
Avril admitted that of course she had known for a while that I was having
this relationship with the children, but was still a little surprised to see
it in action. I apologised and tried to terminate Cathy's sucking, but Avril
just said that her surprise didn't indicate disapproval.
Having finished cleaning out Darren's rectum, I asked Cathy if she wanted
the same, and she eagerly nodded her desire. She knelt in the water with her
rear end fully exposed; I soaped a finger and inserted it slowly in her
anus. Then I withdrew it, soaped the next-door finger and inserted both, one
in the vagina and the other in the anus.
"Bob used to do that to me," said Avril. "I loved it, but he wouldn't put
his penis into my bottom."
I assured her that if she wanted it, I would do it willingly.
"Oh yes, it feels lovely in me," said Cathy, and I had to hide my face in
case my blush was too obvious.
Finally we lifted the two out of the bath and dried them. As always, I
couldn't help admiring two naked children, and I said so to Avril. She
agreed that they were a very good-looking pair and that they were probably
benefiting from their father's genes in that respect. As I made my comment,
Darren's penis started to erect; Cathy noticed, held it and withdrew the
foreskin. Then she bent down and licked the little helmet, drawing a sigh of
satisfaction from him. She knelt down in front of him and proceeded to suck
his little willy, taking the whole cock and also the scrotum into her mouth.
Avril was so overcome by this display of sisterly love that she knelt and
massaged Cathy's vulva while Cathy was sucking Darren's cock. I took out my
erect penis and pointed it to Avril; she turned her head towards me and
started sucking.
This delightful family tableau proceeded until I was on the point of
ejaculating, so I replaced my penis behind its zipper and told Avril that I
would prefer to leave the full consummation until later. She nodded her
understanding and we concluded the bathroom session. She put Darren to bed
and Cathy donned her dressing gown and went downstairs to practice on the
piano. Avril kissed Darren goodnight and went downstairs; I stayed to read
him a story.
Cathy's bedtime came and went, leaving Avril and myself alone to sort out
the arrangements for our own bedtime. She quite frankly stated that she
always slept in her birthday suit like the children, but if I objected she
would wear her underclothes. I assured her that I always wore the same
night-clothing as did she, and the last hurdle to our relationship was
removed.
We decided to bath together, mindful that we wouldn't see each other for a
few days, and we enjoyed each other's 'interesting bits' in the usual way. I
expressed my delight at her lovely pubic bush and emphasised my interest by
reaching for her hair-comb and combing it as though it were the hair on her
head, producing a giggle of girlish amusement. When we got into bed, Avril
wasted no time in starting the sexual activities; I had almost reached
ejaculation point when she reminded me of my earlier offer to sodomise her,
and I very happily complied. I laid her on her back, fucked her vagina again
for a few seconds to add the necessary lubricant and then transferred my
weapon to her anus. While my penis was pumping her rectum, my fingers were
playing with her pubic hair and her clitoris. Due to the recent soaking in
her vagina I couldn't hold off ejaculation for very long, and soon flooded
her bowels with my rich, creamy semen. When my erection had subsided I lay
along her front and sucked her breasts while massaging her clitoris, thus
bringing her to orgasm for the first time since her husband had left her.
Then I went to the bathroom, washed her ordure off my penis and had a pee;
when I returned she was nearly asleep, so I climbed into bed with her,
switched off the light and cuddled her. She murmured something I couldn't
hear and we both went to sleep.
Chapter 11
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The next day was begun by a pair of naked children climbing into bed with
us, but Avril looked at the clock and said she didn't have long to get ready
before leaving for Poole. We all got out of bed, dressed and then went down
to breakfast. Avril was getting herself ready to travel and I made breakfast
for all of us.
Avril was just about to leave when Brian Hinton phoned and told me that
Grace had died during the night. He and Wendy were very tearful, as I
expected, and he asked me if I would kindly look after her as he had 'a
million things to do' before leaving for Afghanistan. One of his tasks was
to speak to the Army legal department and arrange for me to become Wendy's
guardian. I walked to his house with the children; when we arrived, Cathy
and Darren cuddled Wendy and all three were crying. I had difficulty
avoiding a similar fate but just managed. Then we said goodbye to Brian and
went home very subdued. Wendy remained tearful for most of the day and when
Brian arrived to collect her she was still crying on and off. He told me
that the funeral was arranged for mid-day next due to his imminent departure
for Afghanistan, and I agreed that we would join them for the funeral,
although I have always hated such occasions.
The funeral was a very modest affair with only a few of Grace's friends
attending, then we left the crematorium and Brian took Wendy home, telling
me that he was leaving that evening. He said that he had made the necessary
legal arrangements for me to become Wendy's guardian and that I would hear
from the Army legal eagles shortly. He asked me if I would be good enough to
sell his house, car and whatever personal effects couldn't be stored, such
as large items of furniture. I agreed and told him I would transfer the
money to his account as it came in. He said he wouldn't object to my taking
ten percent of all such funds, as I would be put to a considerable amount of
work, but I declined, saying that the care of his lovely daughter was ample
compensation for anything I did for him. I told him I would contact the Army
welfare organisation to arrange for storage and similar requirements. I said
I would drive him to the station when required, and he told me that his
train was at 1620 that afternoon. With that, we left him to spend the rest
of his time alone with Wendy.
At 1540 we turned up at his house to collect him and Wendy for the trip to
Aldershot station. We drove in near-silence, and the last thing he did
before leaving was to give me his house key, saying that he had left a list
of information as to where everything was. Then he cuddled Wendy fiercely
and I could see that both were crying. I suggested that he might prefer to
sit in the car alone with her for a few minutes, but he declined and said he
would be OK. Then he left, asking us not to 'see him off', as it would only
make him more emotional. Wendy watched and wept as he marched to the station
without a backward glance. Then we drove to Wendy's house and collected
anything we could think of that she might need for the immediate future.
We returned home, and the evening was very sombre. None of us could think
beyond the current sad situation, and when Avril phoned in the evening it
was something of a relief. I told her everything that had happened during
the day and that I now had a ten-year-old ward to accompany her two
children. She said that she would be home late on Friday and was looking
forward to seeing us all, particularly at night. Then I told her of my pact
with Brian Hinton, that I would be disposing of his car and some of the
contents of his house.
"Why don't you rent it out?" she asked, and I confessed that I hadn't
considered that possibility. I decided to contact the Army and ask if they
would be interested in taking it on as an officer's hiring, since it
belonged to an officer and I knew it was in excellent condition.
"Could you contact an estate agent for me?" she asked. "I need to get my
house sorted as well."
I agreed and realised that I had taken on quite a workload, but the rewards
would outweigh the aggravation by a large margin.
At bedtime, I bathed Darren first, then Cathy and Wendy got in together.
There wasn't much jollity in the air due to the sombre mood of the day;
Darren cleaned his teeth and got into bed by himself. While the girls were
bathing, I went in to him, tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, then
returned to the bathroom. I saw that Wendy was examining Cathy's growing
breasts and pubic hair and realised that kids were still kids, whatever the
current situation. I washed them both without performing the usual rectal
massage, then they cleaned their teeth, donned dressing-gowns and went
downstairs. Cathy did her usual piano practice and Wendy watched TV,
although she didn't appear to be concentrating. I made them both a drink and
then sat down with Wendy; she immediately transferred herself to my lap and
rested her head against my chest. I sat and stroked her hair for a while and
soon discovered that she had fallen asleep.
Cathy finished her practice and saw that Wendy was asleep.
"I think I'll go to bed," she said. "It's been a tiring day."
"OK," I whispered. "I'll have Wendy in bed with me tonight and we'll work
out something more permanent tomorrow."
Cathy came over and kissed me goodnight, then she very gently kissed Wendy,
who stirred slightly. I carried Wendy upstairs to my bed, removed her
dressing-gown and laid her down. As I covered her with the duvet, she said,
"Thank you for looking after me, Andy. I'm so grateful to you and the rest
of the family for giving me a new home." Then she put her arms round my
neck, kissed me, turned over and went to sleep.
After a couple of hours I joined her in bed and drifted off to sleep myself.
Chapter 12
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The next two weeks were a whirlwind of activity. Apart from work, I had to
contact estate agents, sell Brian's car, ask the Army about hirings, work,
entertain children, work, and so on. Wendy was still sleeping with me during
this time but I was unwilling, and possibly even unable to accommodate her
sexually. On one occasion she asked me if I didn't love her any more, as I
hadn't touched her willy or her bottom for over a week, but I told her that
I loved her as much as ever; it just didn't seem right to play with her
sexually so soon after her recent bereavement. She smiled, kissed me and
said she understood. I then realised that although I had fucked the other
two children, she was still a virgin in both her lower holes. I resolved to
fix that as soon as was decently possible.
The only break from hectic action was at weekends when Avril came home to
reduce the load, and the only sexual activity I was able to perform during
that period was with her. The children understood that I was snowed under
and tired as well, and didn't press their desires for sexual contact with
me, although I knew that they were doing it with each other. When Avril was
home, Wendy slept downstairs on the sofa-bed; I had decided not to buy
another bed until we moved to Poole; there we would have a larger house with
a bedroom for each child.
After a fortnight I had managed to straighten out almost everything, and was
glad just to sit down and relax. Brian's car was sold, his house was let to
the Army housing agency and I had transferred all the funds to his account.
Because the house was let there was no need to sell his furniture and other
large items; all Grace's and Wendy's possessions were either with Wendy or
otherwise disposed of, and Brian's personal effects were in a storage box at
my house. Surprisingly, I had managed to keep my customer happy by sending
him regular updates and additions to the program I was writing for him.
So it was that the next Monday evening after Avril had departed, I was able
to declare that life was almost back to normal. School would be re-starting
after the long holiday in a week's time, and then I would have the days to
myself. But before that, I decided that the time had come for Wendy's
deflowering. I bathed all three of them as usual and when eventually I put
Wendy to bed I told her that I would be taking her virginity when I came to
bed. She sounded very excited and wanted it there and then, but I told her
that I wanted to do it privately and preferred to wait until the other two
were asleep. Being a sensitive and sensible girl, she understood and lay in
bed waiting for me.
After half an hour I looked in on Cathy and Darren; both were fast asleep. I
kissed them both and received a murmur from Darren, but Cathy was a heavy
sleeper and didn't stir. Then I went into my own room and found Wendy
reading.
"Are you coming to bed?" she asked.
"Yes, when I've got myself ready"
A happy smile played on her face and she pushed back the duvet, opened her
legs to display all her charms, and said, "I'll be waiting."
It didn't take me long to prepare for bed. A quick pee, wash cock and clean
teeth, then I was ready for action. As I climbed into bed with my penis
preceding me, she grasped it, tapped it lightly on the helmet and looking at
it said, "Now you be a good boy for your master, he's going to fuck me for
the first time." I laughed because I couldn't believe the language I had
just heard from a previously innocent little girl.
She lay on her back, looking very demure, and I started by licking her
little nipples. Although they were completely undeveloped, they were still
sensitive and she gurgled with pleasure. As I was licking them, my hand
travelled down to her quim, which felt warm and slightly sticky. She
confessed that she had been pleasuring herself with her finger while waiting
for me, so I told her that she wouldn't need to do that any more - I would
always be there for her. She put her arms round my neck, kissed me and told
me she had loved me for a long time; she had been waiting anxiously for this
moment and at times had thought it would never come.
I started kissing her belly-button, then travelled down to her snatch where
I sucked her clitoris as it emerged from its hood. She reached down to grasp
my penis and tugged gently on it, telling me that she wanted to suck it. I
moved my body to place my cock at her mouth and was rewarded with a
delicious sucking sensation as I was sucking her clitoris. I put a finger in
her vagina to lubricate it, then transferred it to her anus, putting another
finger in her vagina. I pumped both fingers in and out and heard muffled
squeaks from a mouth full of penis. I couldn't resist the opportunity to
taste her and replaced my fingers with my tongue, first in her vagina and
then in her anus. Her sucking increased to the point where I had to remove
my penis from her mouth to avoid ejaculating.
"I don't want to come in your mouth, poppet, because if I do I won't be able
to fuck you. Let me relax for a few minutes so that I won't come too quickly
when I put it into you."
I lay on my back, just cuddling her while she kissed me and cooed in my ear.
I had never known anyone as loving as this little girl, and told her so.
After a while, I decided that I had recovered sufficiently to continue, and
I lifted her on top of me. I told her to squat with her knees either side of
my waist and to lower herself gently on to my erection. This method of first
penetration had worked well with Cathy, so I hoped it would also work with
Wendy although her vagina was less developed than Cathy's. I felt the
wonderful pressure on my glans as it entered the tightest hole it had ever
encountered, and it slid in millimetre by millimetre. Wendy's face was a
picture of concentration; I asked her if it hurt and she said it was OK as
long as she took it slowly. Once the helmet was fully enclosed, she rested a
while and then started again. This time it slid in more easily, and soon her
pussy-lips were resting on my pubic hair. The feeling was indescribable, and
I had to think of car sales, cricket matches, tins of baked beans - anything
to take my mind off this delightful girl who was soon going to suck me dry.
Wendy started to move her pelvis forward and back so as to massage her
cervix with my glans. As soon as she started, the imaginary tins of baked
beans morphed into pictures of the inside of her vagina, and I was unable to
hold back my ejaculatory reflex. I filled her with so much semen that I half
expected it to start flowing out of her mouth; she shuddered as her orgasm
hit her, and she collapsed with her head on my chest.
We lay in that position for what seemed like eternity, then as my erection
wilted and slowly slid out of her she kissed and then licked my nipples. I
have never been a fan of that activity, but at this moment Wendy could do
anything she wanted and I would love it. Then I felt her vagina dripping on
to my pubic area and I guessed that she was leaking my semen. I reached into
the drawer in the bedside table and extracted a small sweat-towel which I
placed between her legs. Then I got out of bed, went to the bathroom cabinet
and extracted one of Avril's tampons. I inserted it into Wendy's vagina and
she smiled at me, kissed me and told me she had just had the most wonderful
experience of her life. I agreed that it had also been mine, and with that
we both settled down to sleep.
Early the next morning I awoke to feel a lovely sucking sensation on my
helmet and looked down to see that Wendy had decided to take her pleasure
whenever she wanted.
"I need to pee, poppet," I said. "If you keep doing that, all you'll get is
load of pee instead of semen and I doubt that you'll like it."
"Hurry back," she replied as she released my cock. "I need you to put it
inside my bottom before the others wake up."
"Are you sure about this?" I asked her. "Cathy and Darren both told me that
it hurt a bit at first, but then it felt good when they were used to it."
"They told me the same thing," she replied. "They also said that I should
try to push it out like a big poo because that would relax my bum-hole. I
know it will hurt at first, but I also know you'll be as gentle with me as
you can, and I really want to feel you in my bottom."
With this invitation ringing in my ears I ran with undue haste to the
toilet. Not wanting to make a noise by flushing it, I decided to pee in the
wash-basin under running water. I collected from the bathroom cabinet a tube
of KY jelly that I had bought the previous day and was soon back in bed with
my penis starting to rise again. I told Wendy to kneel with her bottom
towards me, licked her anus lovingly, then spread a liberal dollop of KY on
my helmet and another on her anus.
Then I applied my glans to her little pink hole and started to push. I could
feel her anal sphincter trying to expand, and each time it did, I pushed my
helmet in a little further. Soon the complete helmet was in, and I felt her
sphincter squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax, until finally it relaxed
altogether so that I could slide my cock into her rectum without much
difficulty. Once I had reached the full extent of my shaft, I started to
pump it in and out, which resulted in a contented sigh from Wendy. I lay
along her back and reached down to fondle her pussy, stroking the clitoris
and obtaining another sigh as she told me she loved this feeling in her
bottom almost as much as in her pussy.
I continued pumping as the flange of my helmet massaged the walls of her
rectum, and soon the irresistible feeling made me spew what seemed like
gallons of semen onto her bowels. She gave a little whimper and told me it
felt wonderful. When my cock slid out of her bottom, she fell over on to her
side in the foetal position and told me that she hadn't had such a wonderful
night ever before and that she wanted me to fuck her every minute of every
day.

"Much as I would like to," I told her, "I can only do it about three times a
day. If I try any more often I won't be able to produce the semen you're
after."
"Maybe I'm being greedy," she replied with a smile. "The other two will want
their share as well."
"We will," said a voice from the open door. It was Cathy, who came over to
the bed and climbed in beside Wendy. "I gather you've lost your virginity
now."
"It was wonderful," replied Wendy. "Now I understand why you want sex so
much. I hope we can all share Andy."
Cathy kissed her and said, "Well, you're our sister now, as good as. Darren
and I intend to share everything with you, including our new Dad."
Wendy smiled dreamily and told her that life was starting to become lovely
again; we were all helping her to get over the death of her mother. "But I'm
still looking forward to seeing my Daddy when he comes back from
Ganneestan."
"Of course," I said. "He's your father and we'd be very surprised if you
weren't."
Darren appeared at the door, looking rather sleepy, and I told him to come
and join us. So there we were, four of us in a six-foot wide bed, looking
rather like Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice. It was still only five o'clock
in the morning, so I suggested that we all had another couple of hours'
sleep after I had washed Wendy's poo off my cock. I asked her to come with
me and get rid of the fluid I had just pumped into her to stop it leaking
out on to the bedclothes. I joined her in the toilet and washed my cock in
the wash-basin while Wendy made little farting noises as she squeezed out my
semen into the toilet. She smiled and apologised for the noise - I told her
that I had also pumped air into her bottom by my actions, so her farts were
inevitable. To emphasise my acceptance of her 'indiscretion' I bent down and
kissed her as she sat on the toilet.
"I think I've finished," she said. "Please wipe my bottom for me."
I tore a piece of paper from the roll and did as she asked, noting that
there was a combination of semen and shit on the paper, but thankfully no
blood. Then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, where the other
two were now asleep. I put her in bed and got in myself as she clung tightly
to me. I realised then that I loved this little girl more than anything or
anyone in the world.
Chapter 13
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The days rolled by, and I sensed that the children were growing restless as
the new school term approached. Cathy and Darren were missing their Mum, and
Wendy her Dad, but all were sensible enough to know that they just had to
get used to it. At last the school term started and the children had other
things to occupy their fertile brains. One of my actions during the holiday
had been to contact the school and explain that I would now be transporting
Wendy due to the death of her mother and the absence of her father.
I delivered and collected them each school day, joining the queue of
parents, which was something of an unpleasant novelty to me. I decided that
we should move to Poole as soon as possible and during the day I visited
estate agents. I phoned Avril and told her of my decision; she said she
would look for suitable houses near a school after she had finished work
each day. We discussed the price we were prepared to pay, and she said she
would start looking that evening. She would ask estate agents to send
details to both of us at our residences.
After several weeks of settling down to a regular routine, we finally found
a house that suited us both, I sold mine and we moved to Poole just before
Christmas. As there was only a week of the old school year left, I decided
not to bother to install the children in their new school until the new
year. The head teacher was quite used to families that included different
surnames but was a little surprised to hear that there were four different
surnames in a family of five people. I explained our situation to him so
that when Wendy's father appeared he wouldn't be treated as a potential
child-snatcher. Wendy had been writing to him regularly every week and
receiving his letters somewhat irregularly due to the Army's difficulties of
communication.
At last my routine had settled into that of a married man with three
children, and I loved it. As time went on, I realised that I also loved
Avril, and that my life was complete. I reflected that my new and very
satisfying life all stemmed from the fact that a young boy had been scared
by the 3-D view of a monster with huge teeth, and I decided that I loved
scary monsters.
That's the end of this story which is entirely the product of my
imagination. Any person whose name corresponds with any of the characters
herein may rest assured that the arm of coincidence is long; I know of no
actual persons by any of these names. And if I knew of anyone by the name of
Andrew Clark who had tendencies as described here, I would consider
reporting him to police or similar authority.