Perverts 'R' Us

Eleven Going on Twenty-one

By Des Rathgit ( M/g/g, pedo )

I was sitting in my car watching the rain bucketing down; it reminded me of the monsoons I had seen when in the tropics, except that this was the middle of winter and very cold. I had been buying some essential items for my new home, and had just managed to reach the car before the heavy rain started. One of the items I had bought was a set of towels, which I thought was an excellent example of serendipity should I need to be anywhere outside the car in this weather.

I was just about to quit my parking space when I noticed a young girl who had been walking up and down this particular stretch of road, looking lost and drenched. I could see her looking at me each time she passed, so I decided to offer her some comfort. Although most youngsters are told repeatedly not to get into a car with a stranger, I realised that this girl was likely to be extremely uncomfortable and probably shivering, so I opened the window and called to her.

"Would you like to sit in my car and warm up?"

She was obviously reticent, so I suggested that she could sit in the back of the car, and she could dry off using the towels I had just bought. That swung the argument, and she opened the back door and got in. She was shivering so much that her teeth were chattering; I felt very sorry for her and told her to open the pack of towels.

"Use one of the smaller towels on your hair," I told her. "Then wipe your face and you'll feel a bit better."

While she was drying her hair and face, I introduced myself, Michael Boxall, she replied that her name was Sarah Walkinshaw, she was eleven years old and she had come into town on the bus with her mother to do some shopping. They had just moved from London because her parents had recently divorced; they weren't very well-off, so her mother had bought a small terraced house which was less than half a mile from my home.

She didn't know where her mother was; they had managed to become separated in a large supermarket and so she had decided to try to find her way home. Then the rain started, leaving her wet, cold and distressed. As her clothes were still soaking, I suggested that she could take off her dress and wrap one of the large bath-towels around her. "I shan't watch you undressing," I said, "I can't see below your face anyway as you're in the back seat."

She smiled and agreed that a dry towel would be much more comfortable than a wet dress. She removed the dress and wrapped the towel around her, then sat back in the seat, still shivering. I decided to start the engine and run the heater to warm her up a bit, and was rewarded with "Oh, thank you".

I knew that her mother would be worrying about her, so I asked Sarah if her Mum had a mobile phone. Sarah even knew the number, so I called it, but received no answer. Realising that some sort of communication was essential, I called again and left a message stating what had happened. I gave my name and mobile number and assured her that Sarah was in no danger, then passed the phone to Sarah so that she could reinforce the safety message.

Sarah was still shivering; the car's heater wasn't terribly efficient until the engine was very warm. I said that I could cuddle her in my anorak to make her a bit warmer, and she accepted the idea. I sat in the passenger seat and she climbed over the gear-lever and on to my lap. I unzipped my voluminous anorak, closed it around both of us, and zipped it up again. Almost immediately, Sarah stopped shivering and told me that she felt much better.

We sat there for over half an hour, waiting for Sarah's mother to call but she didn't. I was starting to be concerned that I might be accused of abducting Sarah, so I decided to phone the police and explain the situation. When I got through to the local station, I explained the series of events and was surprised to discover that Sarah's mother was there, making a report about her missing daughter. She admitted that she had let the battery in her phone go flat, which explained why I couldn't contact her. I passed the phone to Sarah, and she told her mother everything that had happened. Sarah gave the phone back to me and I spoke to the police officer, PC Sarah Baxendale, who was dealing with the case.

PC Baxendale tried to describe the way to the police station, but I was new to the area myself and was completely unable to follow her instructions. She asked me where I was parked, and I described my location with the aid of shops that I could see. She was able to work out where I was and I gave her the registration number of my car. I soon saw a police car approaching; I flashed my headlights to identify my position. When PC Baxendale appeared at the window I opened it and she said, "Hallo Sarah, that's my name as well." I suggested that she and Mrs. Walkinshaw should sit in the back of the car and we would complete the required information transfer.

PC Baxendale already knew my home address from the registration number of my car, and Mrs. Walkinshaw was surprised to discover that we lived quite close to each other. I made the obvious suggestion that I should drive them both home; the police officer accepted that idea and left. I moved to the driving seat, Sarah climbed back on to the rear seat and Mrs. Walkinshaw sat next to me in the front passenger seat.

On the way home, Mrs. Walkinshaw introduced herself and asked that I address her as Valerie; I responded in like manner. When we reached her home, she insisted that I should join them for an evening meal, since I had been so kind to Sarah. I carried Sarah into the house, up the stairs and dumped her on her bed to a chorus of giggling from both females. Valerie offered to launder the towels that Sarah had used, and I remarked that Sarah was still wearing one of them.

"Take it off, Sarah," said Valerie.

"I haven't got anything on underneath," replied Sarah in alarm. I took this as my cue to make a hasty exit from the room.

Then I remembered that I had left a stew cooking in the slow cooker at home, so I reluctantly declined Valerie's offer of a free dinner, but said I would take a rain-check if that were possible. Sarah, I could tell, was unhappy about that. I suggested that we could all go for a walk the following weekend, but Valerie said that she had just started a new job and she had to work on Saturdays. However, she was quite happy for me to take Sarah out for the day. When Sarah was dressed she hugged and kissed me goodbye and left me feeling that I was at least ten feet tall.

*

The weekend finally arrived, and I presented myself at the Walkinshaw house. Valerie had already left for work, so I collected Sarah to go for our promised walk. Sarah, however, was feeling less than 100% fit, probably due to her soaking a few days earlier. She asked if she could come to my house to spend the day, and I was very happy to agree. I made us both a drink, and then we sat in the lounge and watched TV for a while. Sarah insisted on sitting on my lap, just as she had when she was in the car. She wanted me to cuddle her, and said that apart from the short while in the car, she hadn't had any such cuddles since her father started an affair with his mistress, leading to the divorce. My heart went out to her - she was obviously a 'touchy-feely' type of personality, and needed to be cuddled, caressed and probably other things as well. I noticed that she didn't seem to be paying much attention to the TV; she just rested her head against my chest and stroked my hand. I responded by stroking the nape of her neck, and I thought that if she had been a cat she would probably have been purring.

After a while she wanted to go to the toilet, so I showed her where it was, and turned to go. "Please come in with me," she said plaintively.

"Do you really want me to watch you weeing?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes," she said. "I'd like you to do what my Daddy used to do. He would wipe me after I had finished, then he used his finger to check that I was dry."

"The dirty old pervert," I thought, but looking at Sarah I could understand why. Who in his right mind could resist such an invitation?

We went into the toilet, she removed her knickers completely and pulled her skirt up, revealing such a beautiful little bald pussy that I was sorely tempted to kneel and lick it. But I didn't, and she sat on the seat and did the necessary. I tore a piece of paper off the roll and wiped her little snatch, then started to lift her off the seat.

"You haven't checked that I'm dry," she wailed, so I spread her legs wide and gently stroked her vaginal opening. At that, she sighed and murmured a little, telling me that I was right on target. She didn't want me to stop, but I told her that we would both be more comfortable in the lounge.

"Will you keep stroking my willy?" she asked.

"Sure, if you want me to." Visions of prison cells invaded my mind, but I dismissed them from my thoughts.

She quickly jumped off the seat, took my hand and almost dragged me into the lounge, sat me in an easy chair and plunked herself down on my lap again. She lifted her skirt, moved my hand to her groin area, spread her legs and then lay back on my chest. I again stroked the entrance to her vagina which was starting to become damp and slippery. The expression on her face was one of unbridled bliss, to the extent that I thought she was falling asleep. I moved my now-slippery finger upwards to her clitoris and stroked it. That made her wake up with a little squeal.

"Oh, that feels wonderful," she exclaimed. "I've never felt as good as that before."

I thought that maybe her father wasn't such a dirty old pervert after all, and that maybe I was. But Sarah's pleasure was my goal, and I wouldn't have exchanged her delighted sighs for all the tea in China. When I inserted my pinkie finger into her vagina, I thought she was going to scream with delight. She wriggled and bucked to the extent that my finger almost came out of that delicious tunnel, so that I had to work quite hard to keep it there. Then I gradually reduced the level of stimulation on her clitoris, and she settled dreamily down on my lap like an inert sack of potatoes.

After she was rested, she decided that she wanted the toilet again - the constant stimulation must have seriously affected her waterworks. Naturally, I was elected to perform the duty of chief willy-wiper, as she put it. This time, however, I turned her round to face the toilet, bent her over and wiped her from behind, at the same time gently stroking her little brown anus, which made her jump. I couldn't resist the chance to sample the taste of her nether regions, and licked first her clitoris, then progressed all the way upwards to her anus. Another little squeal told me that I was right on the target of her sensitivities. "Oh Michael," she gasped, "I didn't know anything could feel as wonderful as that."

I decided to avoid the corny old cliché - 'you ain't seen nothing yet', and I gently lowered her skirt, deciding that we had had enough sexual play for the moment. She was rather disappointed, but I told her that any further action was worth waiting for, and it was time we had something to eat. We repaired to the kitchen, sat at the breakfast bar and had our elevenses. By this time she had perked up physically, so I suggested that she replace her knickers and we could go for the walk that I had originally planned.

While we were out walking, she held my hand and I asked her about her school. I was surprised to discover that she hadn't started school yet - it was nearly Christmas, and she would be going to the nearby senior school in the New Year. She had tearfully left her previous school and a large number of friends two weeks ago when she and Valerie moved to their new address. I told her that I had only moved to the area a month ago, so we were all effectively strangers in a strange town. I had not been married, but had been living with a girlfriend for the past six years until she decided that her new boss was a better proposition for her future than I was. As far as I knew, they were now living together. I had picked myself up off the floor and decided to make a go of life in a place far from my old home, so here I was, and I thought that fate couldn't have dealt me a better hand.

Sarah was clearly an empath of some sort, because she instinctively knew and felt the pain I had endured. She held my hand more tightly and told me that I had found my new love in life if I could accept her. When I pointed out the considerable difference in our ages (14 years) she said that her Dad had been 16 years older than her Mum, and Valerie was only 15 years older than her daughter. I realised that her father had impregnated her mother at the age of 14, and reflected that at least Valerie had been more or less physically mature, whereas Sarah wasn't. A completely bald and soft little snatch told me that, as did the total lack of swellings under her nipples.

It seemed to me that in Sarah, Mother Nature had managed to get everything back to front. Usually, young girls seem to mature physically before any mental maturity sets in, but Sarah was the complete opposite. Her common-sense approach to life told me that her mind was aged eleven, going on twenty-one, despite the fact that her beautiful little body was more like a nine-year-old's. She knew it, of course, and accepted it philosophically. Her attitude towards other children was the reason that she had so many friends, but her attitude towards me seemed to be that of a sex-starved nymphomaniac, and I wasn't about to reject her on that score.

When we returned, we sat the lounge and she immediately plunked herself on my lap, facing towards me and kneeling with her legs either side of mine. She clung to me and kissed me as though we were long-separated lovers, then she started to rub her little mount of Venus on the lump which rose in the front of my crotch. I couldn't believe how forward this little girl was, and told her so.

"Do you think I'm nasty?" she asked.

"You could never be nasty," I contradicted her, "but you are giving me huge excitement."

"I was hoping you would say something like that," she replied with a naughty little smile, "and 'huge' is the right word from what I can feel."

With that, her fingers travelled down to my crotch and squeezed the hardness she found there. The feeling almost made me ejaculate there and then, but I managed to control it.

"You're a very bad girl," I said, "and bad girls have to have their botties smacked."

"Oh yes, I am."

She immediately lifted her skirt, removed her knickers and draped herself over my lap, with her little bare bum looking upwards towards me. I slapped each cheek lightly, then worked my hands down her legs towards her knees, stroking gently all the way. When I reached the backs of her knees I moved to the inside of her thighs and gradually worked my way back towards her bottom. She was obviously anticipating some more excitement, because she spread her legs, revealing her vagina and her little brown anus. When my hands were nearly at the target, she sighed loudly, reached behind her and parted her bum-cheeks, leaving me in very little doubt as to her desires.

I decided to tease her a little. I continued stroking the insides of her thighs, just reaching the outer lips of her pussy, passing over them, drawing circles around her anus and then retreating. She started squealing again, so I repeated the action, and she told me that I was being mean. My hands went upwards a third time, and this time brushed against her perineum, halfway between vagina and anus. She went wild, bucking up and down and trying to get me to touch one hole or the other. Finally I relented, licked two fingers on my right hand and placed them at the entrance to each hole. Her vaginal entrance was slippery with her juices, so I slid a finger in, causing another little squeal. Realising that her own lubrication was far better than my saliva, I removed the finger from her vagina and inserted my index finger, making it very wet and slippery. Then I re-inserted both fingers, one in her vagina and the other in her anus. When I pumped them in and out, she was almost crying with excitement.

"Oh Michael," she cried, "you're doing wonderful things to me. I feel as though I'm in heaven right now."

I removed my fingers from her, lifted her off my lap and carried her upstairs to my bedroom. She lay there on the bed, looking at me as I slowly undressed. Before I could lie down beside her, she grasped my penis and drew it towards her mouth. Her little pink tongue played over the end with my foreskin tightly covering the glans, then she closed her lips over it. While part of my cock was in her mouth, she played her tongue on the end of the foreskin, then retracted it from the glans and repeated the operation on my leaking helmet. She started sucking hungrily, and the feeling was out of this world. I had to stop her twice because I didn't want to ejaculate too soon. Soon, though, the feeling overcame me and I felt that familiar feeling boiling up in my groin. I started squirting my semen into her mouth, and I could see her throat muscles working as she swallowed it. After the squirts had subsided she removed my penis from her mouth and inspected the end where there was still a drop of semen making its way to the wide world. She put out her little tongue and licked off the drop of semen, then she squeezed my penis carefully to try to extract more, licking the end when it appeared. She repeated the squeeze-and-lick operation until there was no more to be had. This sent me further into the stratosphere, and I almost came again. This little girl had given me the most wonderful blow-job ever.

"How on earth did you learn to do that?" I asked her.

I should have known what the reply would be. "Daddy taught me."

The dirty old sod, I thought, then I realised that the description fitted me exactly.

"What else did you do with him?" I asked her.

"Nothing else. He couldn't put his willy into me, it was too big. It was about the same length as yours but much thicker, and I could only just get it into my mouth. He had to be content with rubbing it up and down on my willy. But I'm glad yours is smaller. I should be able to get it into my vagina, if you want to put it in."

If I wanted to put it in!!!!

At that particular moment, I had no semen left, despite her secondary stimulation. I lay on the bed with her and cuddled her, kissing her all over. I realised that I was falling in love with this little girl, eleven going on twenty-one. I pressed her little body tightly to mine, and my penis started to erect again. I put it in between her legs, though not into her vagina. She squeezed it with her thigh muscles and started kissing me passionately. I reached behind her and stroked her anus, which resulted in a contented sigh.

We lay like that for a few minutes, until I realised that we were feeling cold. We crawled under the bedclothes, resumed our previous position and fell asleep.

We were woken by the phone ringing. Valerie had returned home after a shortened day at work, and she suggested that I might like to collect on the dinner offer she had made me the last time we spoke. I gladly accepted and told her that Sarah hadn't been feeling fully fit, so that our walk had been curtailed to suit her. I would put her in the car and drive the short distance.

Sarah dressed and rinsed her mouth out, just to ensure that there was no trace of semen. Then we drove to her house, where Valerie was waiting to greet us. She noticed that Sarah was looking somewhat listless and said, "It's an early bath and bed for you, Miss. You don't look very well." Sarah didn't argue, and I reflected on our torrid afternoon, which must have drained her reserves of energy.

Valerie cooked an early dinner, after which she told Sarah to go and bath. The look that Sarah gave me told me that she wanted me to go with her, but she had her head screwed on properly and she said nothing. After Sarah had bathed she came downstairs, kissed us both goodnight and went to bed, looking completely washed out.

What I didn't know was that Valerie had noticed the unspoken exchange between Sarah and me before her bath, and that she had seen it before with her husband. Valerie and I started chatting about the day's events, and then she broached a subject which caused a feeling like an ice-hold hand gripping me. She didn't actually suggest that I had been doing intimate things with Sarah, but the way she described her feelings left me in no doubt as to her allusions. She said that Sarah had been quiet and reserved, almost morose, up to the age of eight, but then she had unaccountably started to become more animated and alive.

The change, Valerie said, was startling; it was as though Sarah had stepped into a new and brighter world. She talked it over with her husband, and although he didn't admit anything, she knew instinctively that he and Sarah had been playing sexual games. She had considered reporting the matter to the child-care authorities, but then she realised that the only change in Sarah had been vastly for the better, and that if those activities were stopped Sarah would probably revert to her previous morose state. So she decided to let sleeping dogs lie, and told her husband that so long as he didn't hurt Sarah she would keep quiet. This activity continued right up to the time when her husband had been caught with his hand in a cookie-jar in the shape of a pair of ladies' knickers. He admitted that he wanted to live with the owner of the knickers, and divorce proceedings ensued. She had heard that the lady was a New Zealander, and that they had decided to go and live there. Valerie didn't have any relatives; her parents were dead, as were her ex-husband's, so she couldn't go to anyone else for help. She and Sarah were the only two members of that family left in the country, effectively in the world, and she had to make the best of it.

Sarah was devastated at the loss of her father, and she almost immediately returned to her previous morose state. She perked up slightly after the episode in my car and became more animated as the weekend approached, but then she slipped back as the current illness set in. But Valerie noticed a subtle change in her attitude, and that, combined with the look that Sarah gave me before her bath, told her that I was probably playing with Sarah. Although I hadn't touched her in the car, I knew that there was no point in my denying anything that had happened at my house, but Valerie reassured me that what I was doing could only be good for Sarah. The visions of prison cells promptly vanished. Valerie said that it was difficult for her to approve of our relationship completely, but as long as I didn't hurt Sarah she would accept it. Then I admitted that I had been totally captivated by Sarah; I just couldn't describe the feelings I had for this eleven-year-old girl other than by saying I was in love with her, in the same way that I had been in love with my girlfriend when we started living together. It would be impossible for me to hurt Sarah in any way, and that statement warmed Valerie to me considerably.

She asked if Sarah was still a virgin, and I confirmed that she was. She said that her husband had wanted to take Sarah's virginity as he had taken hers, but that his penis was much too big for a small eleven-year-old girl to accept. I replied that mine wasn't, and that Sarah thought that she could take it without too much trouble. Then I realised that I had admitted to a serious breach of the law, and that I was now completely at Valerie's mercy. Valerie realised it also, and smiled. She let me out of my concern by saying that, assuming that Sarah had recovered from her infection, she could spend the following weekend with me. That would enable Valerie to make progress with a prospective boyfriend, Jack Lomax by name, at the office. She did admit, however, that she was delighted with the relationship between Sarah and me, and she knew that it was the best thing to happen to Sarah since her father left home.

After this conversation we both went upstairs to see if Sarah was asleep, and were surprised to find that she was awake and reading. Valerie told her that she had a date with me for the following weekend, at which Sarah was excited and threw her arms around my neck, kissing me passionately as though we were alone. I noticed Valerie's expression, which indicated that she was very happy with the result of her decision. Then Sarah's excitement subsided and she collapsed back into bed. Valerie kissed her goodnight and we both left her alone.

We returned downstairs, and I decided that the evening was over. As I left, Valerie kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for 'making Sarah's life wonderful again', as she put it.

*

I was jittery all the following week at work. My colleagues must have thought I was sweating on a winning lottery ticket or some similar event, but I kept my own counsel, knowing that nobody would have believed me even if I had told the exact truth. The days dragged past, and my boss asked me to consider taking a short holiday to sort myself out, pointing out that it was near Christmas anyway. But I apologised to her and refused the offer, deciding instead to 'sort myself out' by working properly, in the way I was used to. One thing that I remembered to do was to buy two tubes of KY jelly for the forthcoming activities, one to keep in the bedroom and the other in the bathroom cabinet.

Friday evening finally arrived and Valerie phoned me to say that she and Jack had booked a room for the weekend at a motel in Bristol, which was nearly 200 miles away. I told her that I would be there directly to collect Sarah, and almost broke the speed limit in my haste. Then I calmed down, realising that I was acting like a spotty teenager. When I arrived at the Walkinshaw house I was all business, all adult, and ready to collect Sarah. When Sarah saw me, she threw her arms around me in her usual exuberant manner, and I knew that this was going to be the best weekend of our lives for both of us. Sarah collected her suitcase containing changes of clothes, her toothbrush and her favourite teddy-bear, kissed her mother goodbye and we drove the final half-mile to my house.

As soon as we were both through the front door, Sarah cuddled me again and then proceeded to undo the zipper in my trousers. "Oh, I've missed you so much," she said as she grasped my penis none too gently. I laughed and told her that there would be plenty of time for that in the next couple of days, but at that immediate moment I needed to have a pee and a wash before taking her out to a restaurant. That got her immediate attention, and I told her that as my girlfriend she was entitled to be treated as an adult and that was my intention; her tinkling laughter just made my day. Then she betrayed her immaturity by announcing that she wanted to go to McDonalds; I didn't comment, but accepted that although very precocious, she was a child after all.

I had to find a McDonalds, and after looking in Yellow Pages I discovered that there was one only a few yards from the place where I had first met Sarah. That was the obvious choice, and when we arrived there I parked in exactly the same spot. Sarah noticed and told me that when we were married, she would ask the wedding limousine to park in that exact place. I didn't comment, but smiled at her. Many waters would have to flow under the bridge before that event could occur.

We enjoyed a cheap meal at McDonalds, and then returned home. By this time it was early evening, so we sat and watched TV for a while, Sarah naturally appropriating her place on my lap. She soon tired of watching the news, and she wanted to 'go upstairs'. We went to my bedroom and undressed, I laid her down on the bed, then lay down beside her. We cuddled for an indeterminate length of time as my erection began to make its presence known. As before, I put it in between her legs and she squeezed it with her thighs. Then she moved one hand to my crotch area and stroked my pubic hair for a while before moving further down to my scrotum. Meanwhile, I was gently squeezing and stroking one of her buttocks, one finger gradually making its way to the area of her anus. When I reached it, I stroked it gently without penetrating - that would come later. The feeling in her anus made her sigh with pleasure, and she turned on to her back, holding my hand and moving it to her waiting vulva. As I stroked the outer lips, her legs slowly parted, giving me access to the inner loveliness that lay between those lips. While I was stroking between her legs, my tongue had migrated to her nipples which, though completely undeveloped, were not insensitive. As I licked and sucked she became more and more excited, her hand continually gripping and releasing the shaft of my cock. She retracted the foreskin and ran her fingers over the glans, using the pre-cum as lubricant. This was so pleasurable to me that I had to stop her in case I ejaculated prematurely.

We rested for a short while after that, the only activity being my hand continually stroking the outer lips of her vulva. She tried to access my penis but I gently pushed her hand away, telling her that I wanted to make sure that my next ejaculation would be inside her vagina. This was obviously not part of her intentions, and she immediately went down on me and started sucking my penis. Her tongue played over the surface of the helmet, as she had done previously, and her lips closed around the rim. This almost indescribable pleasure took me over the edge, and I ejaculated into her waiting mouth. She continued sucking after I had finished, to the point where it became uncomfortable and I told her so. She withdrew her lips from my softening weapon and started kissing my stomach, gradually working her way upwards until I could smell my semen on her breath. I took over and kissed her forehead, gradually working my own way downwards to her lips, where I inserted my tongue and tasted my own semen for the first time. I recalled that the girlfriend with whom I had lived for six years had never sucked me off, and indeed it had been very difficult to persuade her into any oral-genital contact at all.

All this time my finger had still been stroking Sarah's vulva, and I decided to progress further into the inner reaches of her sex. I found that her vaginal opening was already well lubricated with her natural juices, and slowly inserted my finger. Her response was to spread her legs even wider, her hand went down to my invading finger and tried to pull it in further, leaving me in no doubt as to her feelings at the time. When I moved another finger towards her anus, her back arched so as to assist its entrance; I lost no time in making the double insertion, which resulted in a gurgle of pleasure from her throat as I worked my fingers in and out. As I did this, with my other hand I started stroking her clitoris which had erected from its hiding place. She manifested her pleasure with a huge gasp and a mewing sound that suggested feline ancestry. She appeared to be having an orgasm, which I was very happy to see.

I gradually allowed her to come down from her peak of excitement, and she lay back exhausted. This was the first time I had ever touched a pre-teen girl in this way, and it excited me as much as her.

"You still haven't made me a woman," she said with a smile. "You're not going to leave me a frustrated old spinster, are you?"

"I think that because you've been a bad girl using such expressions, I'll have to keep you frustrated for a while - at least an hour until I recover my sexual capability. Let's go and have a drink, it's been thirsty work."

We went downstairs, she in her knickers and blouse, and I in my slacks only. Sitting on stools in the kitchen and drinking coffee, I couldn't help wondering how such a physically undeveloped little girl could act in such an adult manner. Almost all her thoughts suggested her mental age to be well into adulthood, and I made a mental note to recognise that I wasn't dealing with a normal child. We chatted about her school work before she left her old school, and I was very pleased to note that her favourite subjects had been maths, science and English, which were also mine, and which are the subjects most prized by education authorities. I told her that when she started at her new school I would be able to help her with her homework, which I hoped would eventually result in a good degree from a top university.

By now it was getting late; I didn't want to risk over-tiring her. Although she was still very alert, I was aware that at her age tiredness could overcome her very quickly. We returned upstairs and decided that it was bath-time. Needless to say, she expected that we would bath together, and I didn't disappoint her. We washed each other, concentrating particularly on the area between the legs. I made sure of thoroughly cleaning her anal area, having designs on it in the very near future. I thought that this 'mutual washing' activity could be the human equivalent of simians' mutual grooming, and suggested to her that we could display ourselves in monkey-cages. After our chuckles subsided, we got out of the bath and dried each other, cleaned our teeth and did the usual things in preparation for bed. She wanted me to apply the usual treatment after she had urinated, which reminded me of the way we first started our sexual antics. Then it was time for bed and all the delights that it entailed.

Sarah wanted to "consummate our relationship", as she put it. I assumed that she had read it somewhere and asked her what she thought it meant. By way of answer, she spread her legs, took hold of my penis and placed the head at her vaginal entrance.

"That's what I mean" she said, "as if you didn't know. It's time for you to penetrate my maidenhead, take my virginity, and perhaps even fuck me."

That put me in my place, and not for the first time I reflected on her precocious nature. I withdrew my penis from her grasp, turned and started to lick her vulva. I started at the clitoris and sucked the little pseudo-penis, which made her gasp. I transferred my tongue to her vaginal entrance and used my finger to continue the assault on her clitoris. Having entered my tongue into her vagina, I licked around the entrance and then moved further down to her anus. When I licked it, she gasped again and wriggled her bottom in excitement. I inserted my tongue gently into her rectum, just the tip at first, then pressing further in. By this time her mewing had started, her vagina was dripping with her juices, and she sounded as though she was in ecstasy. She had been stroking my hair when I started tongue-fucking her rectum, then she gripped it tightly as her excitement grew.

I continued the intrusion into the end of her alimentary canal for a few more minutes, gradually reducing the sensations to give her a 'soft landing' from her earlier high, and her hand on my hair went back to its stroking motion. I returned to kiss her face, and then put my arms round her and turned us both over so that I was now on my back and she was lying on my chest.

"Kneel astride me, Sweetie," I told her. "It's time for your introduction to womanhood. This will take your breath away."

I moved her downwards until my erection was resting on her vaginal entrance, then I reached down and placed the glans at the entrance. I told her to push gently so that she could control the rate of entry. As she did so, she was obviously in some discomfort, but she was also determined to complete the operation. I thought that, despite her natural lubrication, she might be a little too dry for comfort, so I removed my helmet from her vulva, reached into the drawer of the bedside table and extracted a tube of KY with which I anointed the head of my penis and also squirted some on her vaginal entrance. Then I replaced my penis and she re-applied her downward pressure. This time the glans slid in without difficulty, giving me a wonderful sensation as though she were sucking it. But as my penis slid slowly further into her vagina, the sensation increased and I could see on her face that her discomfort was easing. Finally, her outer lips were resting on my pubic hair and I was fully inserted. She leaned forward until her chest was resting on mine, and we stayed in that position until her vaginal muscles had fully relaxed. Meanwhile, I took the opportunity first to stroke her anus and then to insert a finger. I could feel her sphincter repeatedly clutching and releasing on my finger and I knew that she was interested in anal sex as well as vaginal.

I started moving my shaft in and out of her love-tunnel, slowly at first, and with very short strokes. But as she became more used to the feeling, she sat up and started to move her bottom forward and back, tickling her clitoris with my pubic hair. I could feel my glans massaging her cervix as she moved, which obviously increased her pleasure. Very soon, I could feel the sap rising and I tried to stop her moving, but at that moment she was in a different world, and she took no notice. My penis suddenly erupted in great gouts of semen; I had never before experienced a feeling like it. I kept harking back to the time when I lost my own virginity to my live-in girlfriend, and I was certain that the feeling had never been as pleasurable as this.

Sarah realised that I had passed my climax and she leaned forward, kissing me passionately, to which I responded with equal passion. We lay there in a sort of semiconscious haze for several minutes as my penis slowly wilted and fell out of her vagina. I could feel the semen dripping from her vagina on to my scrotum, so I reached into the bedside table drawer again and fetched out a small sweat-towel which I used to wipe her vagina and my scrotum. Then I gently laid her on her back, put the towel between her legs and closed her thighs to keep it in place. One item I had forgotten to buy was a pack of menstrual tampons because I wasn't used to considering such things, and I would probably have been extremely embarrassed to ask for them anyway. So I decided that the way to avoid the semen leaking out of her vagina and on to the sheets was to turn the sweat-towel into a nappy, pin it on to her and cover it with her knickers. When I suggested this, she laughed, sucked her thumb in baby-fashion and said "goo-goo", but accepted it as the most comfortable option for a night's undisturbed sleep. I told her that come hell or high water I would buy a pack of tampons for her tomorrow. That operation completed, we lay down and cuddled together. I switched off the light and we drifted off to sleep.

*

Next morning, I had a phone call from Valerie at her motel in Bristol. I hoped that she was having a relaxing and successful weekend, and she confirmed that she was having a wonderful time. Then she asked to speak to Sarah, so I passed the phone over, dressed and went downstairs to make breakfast for the two of us. While I was cooking sausages and bacon, Sarah wandered into the kitchen, sniffed the air and declared that she had never felt so hungry. She put her arms around my waist and leaned her head on my chest. I responded by kissing the top of her head, and wanted to know if her mother had approved of our joys of the previous night.

"How do you know she asked about it?"

"If she hadn't, there would have been something wrong with her," I replied.

"I told her that we had a wonderful experience, and that I now felt I was a woman, rather than a child. She told me that she was over the moon about it, and that she had known instinctively almost from the first meeting that you were the one to take my virginity and to love me forever."

"Well, sweetie, 'forever' is a bit of a tall order. You may well change your mind in a few years' time after you have passed puberty. I hope not, but it's always a possibility."

"I had a feeling you might say that, Michael, and I suppose you're right. Neither of us can predict the future with any accuracy, especially in the next five years."

Once again, Sarah's wisdom beyond her years was astonishing. Almost any other eleven-year-old in this position would have vowed with dreamy eyes that she would never change, and would be waiting for Prince Charming to put her on his white horse and gallop away to his golden palace. But this young lady had her feet firmly on the ground.

Today was Saturday, and we decided that we would go shopping to buy Sarah some grown-up clothes. Even though she was very mature in her thinking, she was still female and with all the advantages and disadvantages thereby entailed. And being female, shopping for clothes was bound to be number one on her wish-list. Rather than drive into town, I decided that we would take the bus so as to avoid the stiff parking charges. It was only a short walk to the bus stop, and we found that the bus was quite crowded with Christmas shoppers. We found a single seat on the lower deck, so we decided that I would take the seat and Sarah would sit on my lap. As it happened, the mother and daughter sitting across the aisle from us were near-neighbours of Sarah's, and they chatted for a few minutes. The daughter's name was Julie Southern, and her mother introduced herself as Helen. Julie was a month younger than Sarah and she was a pupil at the same school that Sarah would be attending in the New Year. When the two started discussing their favourite pop-music groups I looked across at Helen, rolled my eyes and grimaced, much to her amusement.

When the bus arrived at the shopping centre, Helen, Julie, Sarah and I got off; since the two children were both about to indulge in similar atrocities we decided to stay together. I found Helen to be very pleasant company, and while the girls were excitedly selecting dress after dress, sweater after sweater and other items of clothing, we traded life stories. Helen's husband, David, was an accounts clerk with ambitions towards becoming a chartered accountant. Helen worked at the police headquarters in the town; she was clerical staff, not a police officer. She was surprised to learn that Sarah was not my daughter, but simply the daughter of a friend, and I was looking after her for the weekend and probably for many weekends into the future because her mother was enjoying a strong relationship with her current boyfriend. Looking at the two girls, I could see that they were becoming good friends quite quickly, but I had expected that because it was in Sarah's nature.

Eventually they managed to choose some items for their winter wardrobe, Helen and I paid our respective bills and we decided to go to the coffee-shop in the store. Before the waitress brought our chosen drinks, the two girls decided to use the toilet facilities, enabling Helen and me to continue our life-stories. I related to her how Sarah and I had met, and suggested that as she worked at police headquarters, she could probably access the officer's report on the incident. I told her that I had recently separated from my partner of six years, and that I was glad we hadn't married. I knew that Sheila (my ex-) would have acted the same way even if we had been married, so that we had saved the costs of lawyers, courts and a host of other unpleasant things. By way of contrast, Helen and David were very happy, they had been childhood sweethearts and they couldn't visualise any kind of life other than being married to each other. I expressed a slight degree of envy that they were so happy and I wasn't, but that was the way of the world.

"You'll find someone before too long," Helen predicted. "You're a nice, steady man, and that's what the more sensible girls are looking for."

"If you keep talking like that, you'll have to divorce David and marry me," I said, and we both laughed.

The girls returned, and after we had finished our drinks we walked to the bus-stop for the trip home. When we separated to go our different ways, we exchanged addresses and phone numbers; Helen decided that we would have to get together again. Julie and Sarah agreed wholeheartedly, and Helen thought that a sleep-over would be a good way for the girls to get to know each other better. I could only agree, having decided that Julie would be an excellent 'best friend' for Sarah.

Arriving home, Sarah decided to display her new outfit to me. She ran upstairs to her bedroom, changed and walked slowly downstairs as though she were a debutante coming downstairs as the guest of honour at her coming-out ball. Fortunately, the dress wasn't at all impractical, and she looked as though she had excellent dress sense, which she probably inherited from her mother. I picked her up in my arms and swung her round; in that sweet moment she was a normal eleven-year-old again and I was the nearest thing she had to a father. Then she took hold of my hand, led me upstairs to our bedroom, removed the dress and said, "I want you to fuck me again, Michael. Now! And hard!" The eleven-year-old child had been replaced by the twenty-one-year-old woman.

I undressed, removed her remaining clothing, and we both lay on the bed. Before she could do anything else, my tongue was soaking the outer lips of her snatch and my fingers were penetrating her vagina and anus in the same way that had sent her to her own private heaven the previous day. I retained this position as I moved my body around to place my penis near her mouth, and within seconds I felt the familiar touch of her tongue on my glans. But this time I wasn't planning to give her a late lunch of semen; I was intending to take her one remaining virginity. I turned her over on to her stomach and lifted her hips so that her bottom was the highest part of her, then gently introduced my tongue into her anus. She jumped as if hit by an electric shock, then settled to enjoy the sensation. I reached into the bedside table drawer to fetch the KY jelly, anointed my penis and her anus with liberal quantities and then placed the head of my penis at her little brown hole. I urged her to bear down as if pushing out a large turd, and slowly slid my helmet in towards her rectum. She gasped as her anus stretched to accommodate my penis, but didn't complain. I guessed that she was enduring some degree of pain, but was stoically accepting it.

When my glans was fully inside her anus, I stopped pushing to allow her to get used to the invader. I told her to let me know when she was ready for more insertion, and she responded by placing her hand on my buttock and pulling me towards her. I responded in turn to the increased pressure of her hand by pushing slightly harder, and stopping as her hand released. It seemed to take hours for complete insertion, but it was probably less than two minutes. At the end of it, my pubic hair was against her buttocks and my scrotum was against her snatch. I was all the way in, and the feeling was wonderful. I started pumping, slowly and gently at first, then with increasing speed and length of stroke. I could feel the same action by her sphincter on my shaft as I had felt on my finger the previous night, but the feeling was many times more pleasant. As I withdrew my shaft outwards, I could feel the muscle squeezing in an attempt to prevent further extraction, to which I responded by pushing in again. It didn't take much of this to cause the boiling feeling to rise in my loins, and I knew I was on the verge of exploding inside her. I could do nothing to stop it, and my penis erupted its baby-making lava inside her bowels. My whole body was jerking uncontrollably, and with each jerk my penis was thrusting into her rectum and pouring more semen into her. I rolled over on to my side, taking her body with me so that we were lying spoon-fashion; my body was still jerking and my penis still ejecting smaller and smaller jets of semen. I had never experienced a feeling such as this in my whole life - it was an order of magnitude stronger than the previous night in her vagina.

We rested in that position until my penis signalled the end of the episode by shrivelling and falling out of her anus. I noted that despite the fact that she had emptied her bowels that morning, there was a fair amount of brown on the helmet. I carried Sarah to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet to expel the semen while I washed her ordure from my penis as she watched with interest. She was amazed at the quantity of semen which escaped her rectum, and when I looked in the pan, so was I. I told her that it was because she was so sexy, and that I had enjoyed that fuck more than any other, ever in my life. She admitted that although she had enjoyed it immensely, it couldn't compare with the previous vaginal entry. We laughed and agreed to differ. Then I wiped her bum and lifted her off the seat into a fierce cuddle. I kissed her and told her that she had made me happier than I had ever known, and I wanted to give her the same love and happiness. She kissed me back and replied that I didn't have to want, I already had.

With that, we dressed and went downstairs, both completely exhausted sexually. Daylight was fading, and I decided that we would go out to a proper restaurant for our evening meal - no McDonalds or similar fast-food establishments. We went to a pub that I had previously visited with colleagues from work; it was a no-frills, good food type of place and I knew we would enjoy the meal. Sarah and I both had steaks, which made her feel quite grown-up as Valerie had never been able to afford such luxuries. After the meal, we went for a drive into the countryside to admire the stars on this clear night, and she sat on my lap in the passenger seat just as she had done at our first meeting. She kissed me and cuddled me and I felt that life had little more to offer than this.

We listened to music on the radio for an hour or so, just enjoying each other's company. Then it was time to return home, and when we arrived I decided to carry her over the threshold as though she were my new bride. This resulted in a peal of laughter, followed by a loving kiss.

We went upstairs to bath and retire for the night. Naturally, we bathed together and went to bed in our birthday suits. Sarah was rather tired, having indulged in considerable exertion during our sex-session, and I had to admit to a similar degree of tiredness. Without further sexual thoughts, we cuddled and slept.

*

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 sometime 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.

*

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, and 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 sum 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, and 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, and 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, and 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, and 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, and 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, and 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, and 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, and 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, and 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, and 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.

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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.

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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.