Perverts 'R' Us

I Love Scary Monsters

By Des Rathgit ( M/b/g/g, M/F )

A gentle paedophile meets and seduces a young boy, then his elder sister. Later, he meets and seduces another young girl, but ends up uniting two families.

Chapter 1

"Excuse me, may I sit here?" a little voice disturbed my reverie; it was a young boy who was waiting at the seat next to where I was sitting on the end of a row in the Imax cinema near Waterloo railway station in London.

"Sure you may," I replied. "But don't you have a parent somewhere?"

"I tagged on to a school party, but one boy told me to get lost," he said. "I don't like that lot, but I'm scared to sit by myself. My Mum brought me to the cinema but I saw her go somewhere with a man, and now I'm alone."

"Did your Mum just leave you here without anyone to look after you?" I asked, surprised.

"She said she would be back soon. She told me to go and find a lady attendant and to stay with her until she returns, but I didn't like to just go and ask someone. They were all busy anyway."

"Well, you can stop worrying now. I won't leave you on your own and you can stay with me until your Mum returns. My name's Andrew Clark, so you can call me Andy - I don't go for the old-fashioned idea that children can't call adults by first names. Tell me about yourself and your family."

"I'm Darren Saunders, I'm eight years old and I live in Aldershot. My sister Cathy's ten and she's spending a few days with my Dad. He lives in Yorkshire, but he only wants one of us to stay with him at a time; Cathy will be coming home tomorrow. Mum and Dad aren't together any more. Mum brought me to London for a treat, but I heard her talking on the phone to someone and saying that she'd see him at the museum, so I guess it's not only my treat. I didn't see where she went with him, and I don't know where I'm supposed to meet her."

Aldershot is not far from London, and four miles from my own home town of Fleet. I decided that, if his mother didn't turn up, I could tell the information desk about Darren's mother and then take him home with me.

The 3-D film started; it was about sea-monsters of the deep, and probably a bit scary for young children. So it proved; when a large mouthful of teeth appeared to jump out of the screen and towards us, Darren grabbed hold of my hand and buried his face in my chest.

"I didn't know it was going to be as frightening as this," he said. "Can I sit on your lap?"

He climbed on to my lap and I cuddled him protectively. After a while I rested the other hand in his lap, and when another particularly scary scene appeared I felt a little movement there; he had raised an erection. I ignored it for a long while, but towards the end of the film I playfully stroked it for a few seconds and achieved an immediate reaction.

"Oh, don't stop, it feels lovely."

Never one to disappoint a child, I repeated the stroking and also gently squeezed the small lump in his trousers. He drew a sharp breath. Thinking I may have hurt him I asked him what was wrong.

"Nothing, it just felt even better than before."

I decided that nothing was to be gained by remaining outside his clothing, so I slid my hand inside and took hold of his little penis, which I judged to be about two inches long in its current stiffness. I could feel that it was uncircumcised, and drew back the foreskin so that I could stroke his miniature helmet. When my finger touched it, he gasped again.

"I need to wee," he said.

"OK, try to hold it in and we'll go to the toilet now."

We got up from our seats and made our way to the Gents' toilet, which was empty because the film was in progress. I took Darren into a stall and dropped his trousers and underpants. His erection had subsided, so I pointed his little tool towards the pan, drawing back the foreskin. He started to pee and I gently squeezed his dick, making him grunt as his erection returned before he had finished peeing. When the flow stopped, I pulled a piece of toilet paper from the dispenser and wiped the end.

As I did so, several people entered the toilet room, so I guessed that the film was finished. We waited in silence until they had left, then we left as well. We went downstairs to the foyer and had a drink in the café, waiting for Darren's mother to show. While we were waiting, I asked him what his interests were, and he replied "Aeroplanes."

After an hour with still no sign of his mother I decided to take him to somewhere interesting, and asked him if he would like to visit the Science Museum. "There are lots of aeroplane exhibits there. There are World War Two fighters, Spitfire and Hurricane, hanging from the ceiling. And there are lots of real aero engines to look at." His smile and shining eyes told me I had hit the spot.

I went to the ticket desk and told one of the staff what had happened; she called someone from the office who asked me to explain again. I left her with my mobile phone number and my home address, and showed her my driving license to identify myself. I told her where I was taking Darren and then we left to go to the Science Museum. When we arrived, we made our way to the aircraft gallery on the top floor, and Darren's eyes lit up; most of his conversation consisted of the word "Wow!"

We stayed there for two hours, by which time Darren wanted the toilet again, so I took him into the nearest one. He wanted me to repeat what I had done in the Imax cinema, so we went into a stall and I lifted the lid of the pan. After lowering his clothing I pointed his tiny willy at the water, retracted the foreskin and waited for him to pee.

Then I closed the lid, stood him on top and took hold of his cock again.

"Have you seen or touched anyone else's cock before?" I asked him.

"No, I've never even seen anyone else's."

"Have you ever had yours sucked?"

"No. Why would anyone do that? It must be nasty because I wee out of it."

"Oh no," I replied. "It will never be nasty. You have a lovely little cock and I want to suck it. I can assure you that it will feel out of this world."

I started sucking his little dick. I began with the foreskin covering the glans, running my tongue over the pointed end of the foreskin, making him squeak with joy. He pushed his dick further towards my mouth, and I responded by taking in the whole shaft and scrotum with a strong sucking motion. I could feel his legs shaking so much that he was almost collapsing. I held on to his bottom to support him and as I did so I stroked his anus, at the same time retracting his foreskin with the other hand. When I licked and sucked his little helmet he did collapse, and I had to hold him tightly to prevent him falling.

He squealed in his excitement, and I had to warn him to keep quiet in case anyone else came in. Then I sat him on the seat.

"Can I see yours?" he asked. "I bet it's a big one."

I extracted my very erect weapon from behind the zipper. His eyes grew wider.

"Gosh, I don't know if I can get it in my mouth, it's enormous."

It wasn't, but I preferred to leave him with the illusion. At just under six inches, it's right on the line which is claimed to be the national average, but to this young boy with his little two-incher, it must have seemed huge.

"Don't worry if you can't get it all in your mouth. The main thing is to suck the end, that's where it's most sensitive, like yours."

I was treated to the most exquisite feeling I had experienced for a very long time. My live-in girlfriend had recently departed for pastures new, so I was suffering withdrawal symptoms due to lack of sex. This young man had a wonderful way of licking, sucking, and then licking again which took me near the edge of ejaculation several times.

"You do this wonderfully well," I told him. "Are you sure you haven't done it with anyone else?"

"No, never," was the reply. I decided that he had a natural talent.

Then he asked me "Can you get spunk?"

"Of course," I replied. "So will you when you're older."

"I'd love to taste it. A boy at school told me it tastes nice and if I swallow it my willy will grow big. He said he'd sucked his Dad's cock and his Dad shot spunk into his mouth. Would you do that for me?"

"OK, keep sucking and it will come out soon."

He took another three inches of cock into his mouth and started sucking very hard, licking the end. I was in heaven, and very soon I felt the familiar feeling in my groin.

"It's coming now," I told him, and I withdrew slightly so that only the helmet was in his mouth. I shot several bursts of jizz on to his tongue, and he swallowed the lot. Then I showed him how to extract the last few drops, rather like milking a cow. Each time he fetched another drop, he licked it off the end.

"Well, what did you think of it?" I asked him.

"It tastes a bit salty, but not bad. I hope it will make my willy grow big." I didn't contradict this old wives' tale (or more likely it was an old paedophile's tale).

I put my penis back in its hiding-place and pulled Darren's underpants and trousers up. We went downstairs to where there was a space-ride simulator which Darren wanted to try. We both sat in the simulator and were transported to a space station, seeing the earth from space. Darren's excitement increased, and by the time the show was over, he was red-faced and sweating. "Gosh, I've never seen anything so exciting," he said.

He was feeling tired after that, so I decided to take him home with me. I went to the information desk and told the receptionist what I was about to do, gave her my address and phone number and said that they might hear from Darren's mother before long, although she might get all the information she needed from the Imax office. We made our way to my car and I drove home, expecting to receive a call on my mobile phone at any moment, but none came. Arriving at my house, I took Darren indoors and sat him at my computer while I cooked an evening meal for both of us.

After dinner, we sat in the lounge watching television; Darren decided that he wanted to sit on my lap, and I duly obliged. He told me that he liked the way I had played with his willy earlier.

"I hope you won't tell anyone that we had played with each other's willies," I told him. "I could get into very serious trouble if anyone else finds out about it."

"I know; Cathy told me about that. But you make me feel so good, so why is it wrong?"

"It's wrong because it's against the law for an adult to do things like that with a child. The problem is that nobody seems able to distinguish between someone like me who only wants to give you pleasure, and someone who would want to hurt you. I can't expect you to understand all that, I have difficulty understanding it myself. But if you tell anyone, I'll almost certainly go to prison."

"I won't tell a soul, not even my best friend. Do you mind if I tell Cathy?"

"That depends on whether or not she might tell your Mum."

"She won't. She and I play 'doctor' together sometimes and I don't think she's ever told Mum."

"OK," I said, "but only Cathy. If anyone else finds out, I'm dead. Now, rest a while until your Mum contacts us."

He leaned back against my chest and I saw his little peter start to rise. I slid my hand under his pants until I reached the little erection and rubbed it up and down, to delighted murmurs from Darren. While I was doing this the phone rang, and it was his mother. She was very apologetic that I had been put to so much trouble by her unscheduled actions.

"Thank you so much for looking after Darren," she said. "The man I met took me to see his boss, and as a result I have a much better job now than before, but on the way back his car broke down on the motorway and it took ages for anyone to come and fix it. Then I went to the Imax to find Darren and a lady there told me about you. She said you had given her positive identification, so it was unlikely that I would have anything to worry about. She phoned the Science Museum for me and they told her that you had taken him home with you. So I came home."

"I think Darren had the idea that you were being entertained by the man you were meeting. He was getting worried that he might not see you again."

"Oh, I see. He does worry a bit about me now that his Dad has moved away. Anyway, I'm home now."

"OK, we'll be there soon. He's certainly very tired."

I drove Darren to his home. His mother invited me in for a coffee, and after Darren had gone upstairs to get ready for bed, she introduced herself as Avril Marchant. I realized that she and Darren's father hadn't been married; she understood what I was thinking and confirmed it.

"This way, we didn't have to suffer the slings and arrows of the divorce court," she said. "Bob pays maintenance for the two children, but being a company director he can afford it. He probably manages to put it on expenses anyway." I recalled that my accountant had mentioned to me that such things are closely scrutinized by the Inland Revenue and it's almost impossible to get away with it, but I didn't contradict her.

She asked me to remain for a few minutes while she put Darren to bed, and when she came back she told me that Darren wanted me to say goodnight. We both went upstairs to Darren's room, where he cuddled me tightly and asked me to kiss him goodnight.

"I do want to see you again, Andy. Will you come and see me soon?"

"Sure I will. I'll take all three of you out for a treat this weekend if your mother agrees."

We went downstairs again after tucking him up in bed.

"You've found a number one fan, Andy. He's needed a father figure for a while now."

"I'm not sure about being a father figure, but we get along very well and seem to enjoy the same things. He was fascinated by the exhibits in the Science Museum, especially the aeroplanes. He wanted to know all about how a jet engine works, and I was able to help him in understanding the principles involved. What are Cathy's main interests in life?"

"She's very interested in music. She's having piano lessons and she's always reading about the classical composers, although she does listen to pop music as well. But her radio is nearly always tuned to Classic FM."

I looked around the room for a piano, but couldn't see one. I asked Avril about it.

"She is able to practice on a piano at school during dinner-breaks, but now that school has broken up for the summer I'm thinking of getting one but I don't know what sort to buy."

I suggested one like my own, a Clavinova with weighted keys which give a similar touch to an acoustic piano. I told her that they were obtainable for reasonable prices on auction sites such as Ebay.

"In the meantime," I told Avril, "Cathy would be welcome to use my piano. She can put the headphones on and nobody will hear her making mistakes as she practices."

Avril agreed that Cathy would be very happy to do that, and then she decided to tell what happened when she left Darren at the Imax. She had spoken to one of the ticket-sales staff and asked her to look after Darren for a short while until she returned, but the girl she spoke to had agreed and then had gone off duty a few minutes later. That had left Darren not knowing what to do, so he used his initiative and tacked on to a school party, albeit unsuccessfully. Then he had found me and 'everything fell into place', as she put it.

After a few more minutes of chat, I decided that it was time to go home. I had an early appointment next morning, and my customer was a stickler for time-keeping. Avril already had my home address and phone number; I noted hers and we exchanged e-mail addresses.

Chapter 2

The following Thursday afternoon, I sent Avril an e-mail and suggested that I could fulfil my promise about a weekend treat. Thorpe Park, near Staines, was the venue I suggested. A few minutes later the phone rang. Avril was very sorry but she had to be away all Saturday and Sunday; her new job paid very well but was very demanding, and this weekend she had to leave on Friday evening. She had been intending to ask her mother to have the children for the weekend, but it meant quite a long drive to Portsmouth and back. I quickly suggested that there was a spare room at my home where they could sleep if she didn't mind them sleeping in the same room.

"I couldn't put you to all that trouble. They can be as demanding as my new job if you're not careful."

"I'm sure you know that kids all over the world will act in the same way if you let them, but I have no intention of spoiling them. I don't know Cathy yet, but I'm prepared to meet her on equal terms if allowed."

"Well, you will certainly be doing me a very big favour. Would you come over here for tea this evening? You can meet Cathy and decide if you're compatible."

I thought that was an excellent idea, so I said I would be there at about four o'clock, when I had done the necessary work on my customer's program. I arrived there just before the appointed hour and when Avril opened the front door I was hit by a small human projectile named Darren. He cuddled me fiercely and told me he had been looking forward to this day since the previous weekend when I had last seen him. I felt somewhat flattered that I now had an eight-year-old fan, and said that I was looking forward to meeting his sister as well.

We went into the lounge, where an incredibly pretty young girl sat watching the TV. Avril introduced her as Cathy, and I could immediately see the likeness to her mother. Although she was only ten years old, she was starting to develop a womanly shape; her budding nipples were making little tents on the front of her blouse and her legs below her mini-skirt looked like those of a ballet dancer. Her face was what I could only describe as stunning; so much so that I thought she might have an immediate future as a child model. When I managed to get Avril alone for a few minutes I asked her if she had considered such a career for Cathy.

"Someone else asked me that a few months ago," she replied. "He was a professional photographer and he took some sample portraits of her, but for some odd reason they didn't turn out too well. He said he would have another try in the summer, but it's summertime now and I haven't heard any more from him."

"Plenty of time before autumn," I said. "In the meantime, I hope I can relieve you of some of the burden of looking after two lovely children."

Cathy had obviously heard of my plans for their entertainment on Saturday, and she was getting very excited. It occurred to me that if I treated her as my own daughter she would probably respond in a suitable manner. What I didn't know was that she had a mind of her own and had very definite ideas about how I should treat both of them; ideas that she had shared with Darren exclusively.

After tea, we played some card-games; I tried to teach them how to play cribbage, and Darren was very quick on the uptake. He was soon evaluating a hand, saying "Fifteen-two, fifteen-four and a pair's six," which baffled Cathy at first. She eventually caught on, so that we were able to play a three-hand game.

I stayed until Darren's bed-time; he again insisted that I kiss him goodnight and tuck him in bed. That brought a knowing smile from Avril, who suggested that I should take him upstairs by myself as if I were his Dad. Darren's face betrayed his pleasure at this idea; he had already decided that I was a satisfactory substitute father. I took him upstairs and watched him undress, noting that his little willy was completely flaccid. He looked down at it and smiled at me. I kissed it, sucked it quickly and then told him quietly that I would play with it another time; he nodded his agreement.

He washed his face, cleaned his teeth and then I helped him into bed. He asked me to read him a story, which I did while cuddling him. I could see his eyelids drooping, and finished the story quickly. I tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, then went downstairs.

Avril told me that she had to leave by five o'clock the next day so as to arrive at work in time to meet her boss's chauffeur. She said that she would be travelling in style, in a limousine with two directors and a senior manager, and she was very much looking forward to it. She had obviously landed on her feet in this job, and intended to make the most of her new career. I said I could help her by taking care of the children when she had to be away in this manner, for which she was very grateful.

Chapter 3

The next day, I appeared at her house at four o'clock again to see a very rushed mother and excited children. She said they were tending to get in her way somewhat, so I offered to take them immediately. She smiled and thanked me, handed me a suitcase containing their clothes and other necessities, then she kissed them goodbye and dashed off to complete her preparations for the weekend trip.

I drove home with two kids in the car; Avril had lent me the two booster seats required by law for children below a certain age or height. Darren didn't mind, but Cathy made a face when I insisted that she use the booster seat. I told her that if the police saw her without it, I would be the one in trouble and she would be the cause of a fine for me and points on my driving license. She was reasonable enough to understand the situation and made no more complaint. I privately awarded myself one power-point, and hoped that it would be the last for either of us.

I showed them to their bedroom, bringing the suitcase upstairs and depositing it on one of the twin beds. Rather than start laying down the law, I let them decide between them who would have which bed, which drawer in the dressing-table and which side of the wardrobe to hang their outer garments. While Darren went to the toilet I reminded Cathy that they might be staying here quite often, expressing the hope that we would all get on well together.

"Oh, I'm sure we will," said Cathy with a smile. "I know you won't have any trouble from my brother."

"Does that mean I might from you?" I asked warily.

"Don't know yet, do we?" mysteriously.

I started to think that I might have made a mistake in inviting both of the children; perhaps I should have stuck with Darren and left Avril to decide Cathy's weekend. Cathy must have sensed my concern and she smiled brightly.

"We're both looking forward to tomorrow though. I'm sure we'll all have a lovely time."

"OK. I think we should go for a walk before tea-time to work up an appetite. You two can play on the swings in the park."

Darren returned as I was saying this, and he expressed his approval with one word: "Cool."

So out we went. I took them for a fairly brisk walk and when I noticed that Darren was tiring I cut it short and made for the children's playground, giving him a piggy-back for the last quarter of a mile. He managed to recuperate amazingly quickly when he saw the playground, and I thought that his tiredness might not have been all that it appeared to be. They played hard for half an hour, then we made our way home. I fetched meals from the freezer for the three of us, put them in the microwave and while they were cooking we all had a wash, much to Darren's disgust. "Sure," I said. "Only dirty people have to wash, and you're not a dirty people, are you?" A chuckle from Cathy drove the point home.

After tea we sat down to watch the evening news. The children also watched their favourite programme afterwards, while I went into my computer room to catch up on my e-mails and other work-related functions. Two little pairs of feet scampering into the office told me that the soap opera was finished, and now it was time for bath and bed for Darren.

"What normally happens at bath-time?" I asked Darren. "Does your Mum supervise, or do you look after yourself?"

"Mum has to wash him, else he stays dirty," said Cathy with a grin, and received a punch on the arm from the boy himself.

"But I don't mind if you wash me," he said. "Dad often did when he bathed us together."

Cathy looked daggers at Darren; I noticed and decided to preserve her dignity. "I won't insist on that," I told them. "Cathy's growing up, and I'm sure she'd rather keep her privacy." I think that was the moment when my relationship with Cathy settled to one of friendship rather than competition. She smiled sweetly and thanked me.

I ran the bath for Darren, watched him as he undressed without any self-consciousness, and then took him into the bathroom. Cathy decided that she wanted to stay with us, and Darren made no objection. I bathed him with Cathy watching, and I made no effort to play with his little tool. I told him to wash it himself and when he looked surprised, I just winked at him and mouthed the word "Later." Then I took him out of the bath, dried him and told him to don his pyjamas.

"Do I have to wear them?" he asked. "I never do at home, but Mum thought that I should bring them in case you expected me to wear them."

"I agree with you," I said. "I never wear them myself."

That brought a smile from Cathy. "I don't either," she said. I felt a small stirring in my nether regions at that remark, but managed to control my burgeoning erection.

I read Darren a story from one of the books he had brought with him, and then settled him down for the night. I tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, then Cathy and I went downstairs. I sat on the settee in the lounge and Cathy sat next to me. "Darren thinks you're the most wonderful man in the world," she said. "He told me so when I got home from Yorkshire."

"I think he's a lovely lad too," I replied. "I'm growing very fond of him."

Then I told her about the trip to Thorpe Park the next day. I told her that it was a sort of mini-Disneyland, and primarily designed for the entertainment of children. We would be driving there in the morning after breakfast and we would have our lunch there. I could see her anticipation of a great time, and I realized that, although a budding woman, she was still enough of a girl to enjoy children's entertainment.

I had noticed when she unpacked her case that she had brought her music with her, so I suggested that she could use the remaining time before bed to practice on my piano.

"Are you sure you can stand the noise?" she asked with a grin. I showed her how to use the headphones and assured her that I wouldn't hear a thing. She spent over an hour practicing, and I was amazed at the application of this young girl - most children wouldn't survive more than a few minutes.

Finally, I sent her up to bath and bed. True to my word, I left her to bath herself and waited until I heard her come out of the bathroom before going upstairs and knocking quietly on her bedroom door.

"Let me know if you want anything before bedtime," I told her. "Do you want a hot drink?"

"No thanks, I've just cleaned my teeth."

"OK then, I'll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams."

I returned downstairs and spent a couple of hours on the computer before turning in to my own bed.

Chapter 4

Next morning we were all up bright and early, so I cooked breakfast for the three of us. Then we climbed into the car and off we went to Thorpe Park. We all had an exciting but very tiring time there, and at the end of the day both children slept all the way home in the car. Arriving home, I decided that they had had enough entertainment for one day and that it was bedtime. There was no argument from either.

I ran the bath for Darren and lifted him in; Cathy decided to join us 'as an observer', as she put it.

After washing Darren's upper parts and his legs, I said that he could wash his willy himself, mindful that Cathy was watching. But Cathy, to my surprise, insisted that their Mum always washed it for him and that I should do the same. So he stood up, and as I retracted his foreskin he started to sport an erection.

"He always does that too," said Cathy with a little chuckle. Darren looked slightly embarrassed, but then Cathy surprised me by taking hold of his erect penis and wanking it back and forth. "He loves this," she said, and Darren responded by putting his arm around Cathy's neck and giving her a kiss.

"Do you think I'm awful doing this?" asked Cathy.

"No," I replied. "I think children should learn everything there is to know about each other's bodies. The Victorian concept of dirty thoughts is alien to me."

"Oh, I'm glad you said that. Mum thinks the same way as you, but Dad's very straight-laced, and won't allow any 'dirty talk' as he calls it. When he used to bath us together, he wouldn't touch our willies, and told us to do them ourselves."

I told Darren to turn round so that I could wash his bottom-hole. I soaped my finger and carefully inserted it to the first knuckle, with Cathy looking on with great interest. "Mum never does that," she said. "Does it hurt, Darren?" she asked.

"No, it feels nice. Can you put it in a bit further?" he asked.

I started pumping my finger in and out of his rectum and he almost purred with pleasure. His erection grew bigger and I stroked the glans a few times, making him quiver once more. Cathy was starting to become aroused; I surreptitiously watched her face as she struggled to maintain her composure. Her face became flushed and in my peripheral vision I saw her hand move to the area between her legs.

Rather than start a full-scale sex session, I gradually reduced the anal and penile stimulation I was giving Darren. I made sure of not looking directly at Cathy so as to avoid embarrassing her, and when I finally deposited Darren in the water again she had removed her self-exciting hand and was looking her usual demure self.

Finally, I lifted Darren out of the water, dried him and took him into his bedroom. Cathy joined us and sat on her bed as I put Darren into his bed. He looked about to fall asleep, so I decided to forego the story; I just tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, for which I received an incomprehensible murmur. Cathy and I went downstairs and we sat together on the settee again. This time she held my hand.

"When I have my bath, will you wash me like you did with Darren?"

That question hit me like a punch in the groin. Here was a young girl asking me to touch her girlie bits, making me feel as though my birthday, Christmas and all other public holidays had come at the same time. "Are you sure?" I asked her. "It means that I will see you in your birthday suit. Most girls your age would prefer to keep themselves private."

"I asked Mum what I should do, and she told me that if I wanted you to touch me there it was all right with her. She said that you're a very kind man and you would be very gentle with me. I do want you to touch me between my legs and in my bottom like you did with Darren. Dad wouldn't even consider bathing me after my breasts started growing."

I put an arm round her and pulled her closer to me. I felt a sudden desire to give her all the sexual pleasure I could, and that desire was immediately reflected in my lower regions. Cathy noticed the growing lump in my trousers. "It looks as if you do want to bath me," she said with a smile.

We sat and cuddled for a few minutes, saying nothing. I was stroking her hair and the back of her neck as her breathing accelerated. Then I said, "I'll go and run your bath. You can decide whether you want me to bath you or not. Whatever you decide, I'll go along with it."

I went upstairs, cleaned the bath out after Darren's ablutions, and then ran another bath for Cathy. While I was testing the water temperature, Cathy came in with just a towel around her. I looked at her and she dropped the towel, revealing the most beautiful body I had ever seen. Her breasts were small hillocks topped with smaller nipples, each surrounded by a pink areola. My gaze travelled down to her vulva which was starting to grow a few dark hairs between the lips. She noted my strong interest and had the grace to blush. My cock responded in the usual way and I was completely unable to conceal the fact.

She smiled and said, "I'm glad your willy is interested. I'm looking forward to feeling it everywhere. Darren told me that he loved the taste of your semen, although he called it 'spunk'. Anyway, I'm sure I'll enjoy it as well."

That statement almost made me ejaculate there and then, but I managed to keep a degree of self-control. Cathy stepped into the bath and sat down. "Please wash me everywhere," she said with a lovely smile, "Especially in the places of interest."

I started as I had with Darren, washing the innocuous places first. Then I asked her to lie back and spread her legs so that I could wash her beautiful little quim. With a soapy finger I stroked the outer lips as I watched her face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing regular but slightly faster than normal. As I moved my finger to her clitoris I felt it grow harder and I saw it appear from its small prepuce. I kept one finger stimulating it and with the other hand I placed a finger at her vagina. When I pushed it in gently, another deep sigh told me that I was in the right place.

I increased the stimulation of her clitoris; her breathing became much faster and more ragged, and I noticed that she was on the verge of an orgasm. Then she shuddered, her back arched as she pushed her vagina against my finger and her legs opened wide. A little fart escaped her anus, which I took to be an indicator that her muscle control was temporarily reduced. That brought her down to earth, and she looked acutely embarrassed, but I merely kissed her and said that she could do anything she wanted - it was OK with me.

She reminded me that I hadn't yet done her bottom, so I asked her when she last had a poo, and she replied that it was only an hour ago. She stood up and bent herself almost double. Her little anus beckoned to me, and as I had for Darren, I soaped a finger and inserted it gently. She gasped as she felt it enter her rectum, and when I started gently pumping it in and out she mewed with pleasure.

"Oh, I can understand why Darren loved you doing this. It feels wonderful; I'm looking forward to you putting your willy into me. Darren said that it's huge, so I might not be able to get it inside my vagina or my bottom."

"I'm afraid that Darren was comparing it with his own, which is very small at the moment. Of course, his is going to grow much bigger, perhaps bigger than mine, but mine isn't more than average size. I doubt if you'll have much trouble with it."

I sat her down in the bath again to rinse the places I had just soaped. Then I helped her out of the bath and she asked me to dry her. Just before drying her I stroked one of her nipples and then sucked it. She pressed my face further into her chest as I sucked, and I couldn't help stroking her outer cunt-lips. She asked me if we could go to my bed, as Darren was fast asleep and she didn't want to wake him. I took her to my bedroom, and then asked her to wait while I had a pee. I did so and then washed my cock to avoid any nasty taste in Cathy's mouth if she decided to give me a blowjob. When I returned to the bedroom she was lying under the duvet with a smile of anticipation on her lovely face.

I started to undress while she watched me. As I removed my boxers, my now very erect penis bobbed up and she gasped. "Surely yours can't just be average," she said. "What must a big one look like then?"

"You can see some of them on the internet one day if your Mum allows it. They really are huge - eight or nine inches long and twice the diameter of mine."

"In that case, I'm glad yours isn't as big as that. It would really hurt Darren and me. He wants you to put it in his bottom as well, he told me."

"I'm a bit concerned about that. Your Mum more or less gave you permission to take mine, but that is normal heterosexuality, albeit a bit strange if I put it in your bottom. But if I do that to Darren, she may think I'll turn him into a gay boy and she may object."

"Not likely. She knows you sucked his willy in London. I told her, and she was very happy that he has someone like you as a friend. She said he will only turn gay if his jeans make him that way, but I don't understand what wearing jeans has to do with it."

Her Mum was referring to his genes, I explained, those microscopic bits of DNA that decide his personality, among other things.

Then I got on to the bed with her and she took my penis in hand. "It's really lovely," she said. "I'd like to suck it if that's OK with you."

Nobody else had ever described my cock as lovely, but I happily accepted her compliments. I reversed my position with her so that my cock was at her mouth and her snatch was next to mine. She started sucking my helmet and I licked the outer lips of her quim, making the hairs damp so that they lay flat on the skin. She parted her legs a little, and I saw the clitoral hood exposed, so my tongue made its way there. She gave a little squeak and parted her legs much wider, exposing her vaginal entrance which was slick with her lubricating juices.

I started to suck her clitoris which was making an appearance from its protective hood. In response, she took more of my penis into her mouth and she licked the outer rim of my glans. I replaced my tongue with a massaging finger on her clit, and then progressed down to her vagina. My tongue made an entrance; I saw that the hymen was missing and remembered that she had told me she had recently sat down on her bicycle saddle rather abruptly and found her willy bleeding afterwards.

Soon after stimulating her vagina, I lifted her legs so that her thighs were touching her abdomen, giving me complete access to her anus. As soon as I started licking it, she bucked and shuddered; she removed my penis from her mouth and told me that my tongue felt wonderful on her bottom. I asked her to bear down as though she was doing a big poo, and when her anus opened I inserted my tongue. Her immediate reaction was to squeal much louder than before, and I reminded her that Darren was asleep.

"I'm not asleep," came a little voice from the bedroom door, which I hadn't bothered to close. I looked up and there he was, watching us.

"Please don't hurt Cathy," he said in a worried voice.

"He's not hurting me, Darren," replied Cathy. "He's making me feel wonderful, just as he did for you in London and in the bath. You remember he made you squeal with pleasure as well."

"Come and join us," I said to him. "You're out of bed now, so you may as well enjoy the same things that Cathy is enjoying."

Grinning hugely, he jumped on to the bed with us. Cathy took hold of his little cock and started to suck it, which brought a delighted squeak from him. While she was sucking his cock I stroked his anus and then licked it, which made him squeak again. "Oh, that's lovely," he said. "I've heard that if you love someone you put your willy in their bottom. I'd love to have yours in my bottom."

I turned to Cathy to ask her opinion, but before I could speak, she said, "I know he wants you to do it."

"There's a bottle of baby oil in the bathroom cabinet. Would you fetch it please, Cathy."

While she was fetching it, I laid Darren on his back with his legs against his abdomen, just as I had earlier with Cathy. She returned and I poured some oil into my hand and gave my cock a liberal coating. Then I rubbed my helmet against his anus while pouring more oil into the gap between the two. Finally, I asked Darren to bear down so that his bottom would open up, and I very gently started to insert my helmet. I warned him that if he didn't keep bearing down it would probably hurt until his bottom was used to it, so he continued, allowing my penis deeper and deeper access. When the helmet was fully inserted I paused to rest.

"Keep trying to push it out, Darren," I said. "Then let go a little bit at a time until it stops hurting."

His penis was completely flaccid by this time, as he was concentrating on the thing invading his bottom. Cathy noticed this and retracted his foreskin, then licked his helmet. The response was immediate - his cock erected to its full two inches. His anus relaxed involuntarily and I was able to slide my penis in a further three inches. His hand reached round to my buttock and he left me in no doubt that he wanted full penetration. I pushed in all the way until my pubic hair was tickling his little scrotum, then I started to pump him; small and slow movements at first, gradually increasing stroke length as he became more and more excited. Cathy sucked his cock again and I reached behind her to stroke her anus, then further down to her vagina.

I couldn't keep this up much longer; I was soon feeling the old familiar pre-ejaculation sensation around my loins and I started to anoint his bowels. "Ooh, that feels wonderful," he said. "I can feel your spunk pumping into my bottom."

A sense of accomplishment flowed through me; I had given a young boy his first buggering. I continued to pump my penis into him as the fluid continued to coat the lining of his rectum. As my semen store became exhausted, I stroked his cheek. He took my finger into his mouth and started sucking it - I realized that it was the finger which had been stroking Cathy's anus and vagina. He must have realized it as well and he said "I can taste Cathy's willy on your finger. It's lovely." Cathy smiled and kissed him on the lips. He put his arms round her and whispered that he loved her.

At last my erection subsided and I removed my penis from Darren's bottom. I was not at all surprised to see a brown coating on it, so I carried Darren to the toilet and then went into the bathroom to wash off the shit from my cock. Darren said he wanted to keep my spunk inside his bottom, but I told him that it would probably leak out in the night if he didn't get rid of it now. He realized that it wouldn't be very comfortable to sleep on, so he complied.

I returned to my bedroom and climbed into bed with Cathy, who observed to me that I now had a clean cock. Soon, Darren appeared at the door and asked if he could sleep with us. I had no hesitation, and called him in. He got back into bed and I had the wonderful experience of sleeping between a young boy and a young girl. I reached over to my bedside lamp and switched it off; we all cuddled each other and went to sleep.

Chapter 5

I awoke next morning to find a small hand and mouth on my morning erection and a finger stroking my anus - it was Cathy who decided that she wanted her share of my anatomy. Darren was still asleep, so I lifted the duvet and whispered, "If you keep doing that you won't need any breakfast, you'll be full up."

A little giggle sounded from below, but the sucking and rubbing continued. It wasn't long before my loins gave up trying to resist ejaculating, and I gushed a goodly quantity of my love-juice into her waiting mouth. I felt her licking the last few drops from the glans, so I assumed that she had enjoyed my seminal offering. She came up from below and rested her head on the pillow with mine, and I kissed her on her lips, tasting my own semen in the process. I reached down and caressed her vulva, then behind to stroke her anus. With that, we both fell asleep again.

I awoke later to see that Darren was the first to give any sign of life. He jumped out of bed with a full erection and dashed to the toilet. I heard some farting sounds coming from that direction and when he returned he said that he had expelled some more of the semen I gave him the previous night.

"There must have been ever such a lot," he said with a giggle. Then, with a fair imitation of the legendary Oliver Twist, he pointed his bottom at me, spread the cheeks with his hands and said, "Please Sir, I want some more." I heard a laugh from behind me; Cathy was awake. I gave Darren a gentle slap on the buttocks and got out of bed to go to the toilet, with my own erection pointing the way. I didn't close the toilet door and when I turned round, there were two little faces and two little naked bodies watching me.

I put an arm around each and said, "What are we going to do on this fine sunny Sunday morning, kiddies?"

Cathy held my hand and reminded me that I hadn't put my penis inside her yet, apart from her mouth. "Plenty of time for that this evening," I told her.

"But Mum will be returning this evening," she said in alarm. "Can't we do it now?"

"You drained me an hour or so ago, remember? I doubt if I'll be able to perform before lunchtime."

She fretted for a few seconds and then accepted that she wasn't going to get any sex in the immediate future. We went to our respective bedrooms to get dressed, then downstairs for breakfast. I decided that, in the absence of any better suggestions, we would go to the park playground so that the children could use up some of their surplus energy while I relaxed and supervised.

When we reached the park after a longish walk, there were several children playing on the swings and other equipment. Cathy was surprised to see Wendy Hinton, one of her school chums. The girl explained that she lived nearby but went to school in Aldershot because her Dad was in the Army. The two played together to the partial exclusion of Darren, who looked a bit miffed at this development. I called him over and said I would take him to the ice-cream van and buy a cornet for each of us.

"How about Cathy and Wendy?" he asked. He was obviously not short on loyalty.

I asked him to go and tell Cathy that we were going for ice-creams, and that I would buy one for Wendy if she wanted one. He went to talk to them and both girls returned; we all went to the van and soon there were sounds of slurping the melting white fluid amid much amusement. I asked Wendy what her father did in the army and she said he was in "Ganneestan" at the moment, but hoped to be home by Christmas. I felt uneasy for her sake, but didn't mention it. Wendy was in the same class at school as Cathy but looked younger, although I realized that Wendy looked much like any other ten-year-old; it was Cathy who appeared to be a couple of years older.

After a while I looked at my watch and noticed that it was nearly lunch-time, so I told the children to finish whatever game they were playing and we would walk home. Cathy asked if Wendy could come to lunch with us and I said that she would be welcome if her Mum approved. We walked home via Wendy's house, met her mother Grace and I introduced myself and the Saunders children. After exchanging addresses and phone numbers I obtained permission to take Wendy home with us.

Over lunch, we all chatted about our own personal histories. Wendy said that she was an only child, her mother had been in hospital recently for an operation and couldn't have any more children. "She has to go to hospital next week for keemo-something," said Wendy.

"Do you mean chemotherapy?" I asked.

"That's right," said Wendy. "What does it mean?"

"I hope it means that she will be getting better soon," I told her carefully, not wanting to mention the dreaded C-word. "But she will probably be feeling tired after it, so she will need as much help as you can give her. Where did you stay while she was in hospital?"

"With my Gran in Farnborough, but she has to go away next week as well. Mum hasn't told me where I will be staying."

I decided that I could probably help out there, and suggested that Wendy might stay with me if her Mum was happy with the idea. I phoned Grace and told her that I had heard about her predicament and her forthcoming trials and tribulations. Then I mentioned that Wendy didn't know where she would live while Grace was in hospital; if she needed a temporary home I was happy to provide it.

"Oh, that's wonderful," said Grace. "I was considering asking the hospital if she could stay there with me but I wasn't happy about it and Wendy would probably be bored to tears. If you could see your way to looking after her I'd be most grateful. I can't pay you much, but at least I can cover your expenses."

I assured her that money was no problem to me. I wasn't a millionaire, but was comfortable enough not to need any payment at all. I said that I would bring Wendy to visit her Mum whenever possible. That settled, I told Wendy the news.

"Cool," she replied. "Will Cathy and Darren be staying as well?"

"Only some of the time," I replied. "They have their own home in Aldershot; and they will be going there this evening. If you or your Mum would prefer you not to stay with just me, I'll understand."

"Oh no, I'm looking forward to it," she said warmly.

"I'll probably be looking after Cathy and Darren on weekdays while their Mum is at work," I told her, "but they will be sleeping at their own home."

We walked back to Wendy's house and while Cathy and Darren went to Wendy's room to play I had a chat with Grace. I told her that I was looking after Cathy and Darren while their mother was away on a working weekend, and that I expected to be having them on weekdays while she was at work. I explained that I worked at home as a computer consultant, so that I could easily do my work in the evenings when Wendy was in bed, and entertain her and the other children during the day. I then explained that I wasn't the father, uncle or even guardian of the two Saunders children, so she might have second thoughts about me as a temporary guardian.

"No problem there," she said. "Wendy seems perfectly at ease with you, and she is pretty good at deciding who she wants to be with and who she doesn't."

"Well, as I said, I'm expecting to have Cathy and Darren during the week, so if you would also like me to take Wendy at any time, I'd be very happy to do so. I think she's a lovely child and well-behaved, not like some others I've met. Cathy and Darren like her as well. You don't need to feel that you're taking advantage of me; just phone and I'll collect her. I have a spare twin-bed room where they sleep, and I can use the bed-settee in the lounge for Wendy if all three of them are staying the night. Of course, the invitation doesn't just extend to next week; I'm happy to have her at any time."

"That's a huge load off my mind," said Grace. "It's bad enough trying to get rid of cancer without having to worry about where Wendy will sleep."

I called the children downstairs and said that it was time we were going back home. Wendy looked a bit disappointed, but I told her that we would be seeing plenty of each other throughout the summer, and she sighed and accepted the inevitable. Just before we left, she cuddled me and kissed me goodbye. Grace watched with a happy smile on her face.

Chapter 6

Cathy, Darren and I walked home, and as soon as we were indoors Cathy wanted me to keep my promise to penetrate her lower regions.

"You have to be completely sure about this," I told her. "You're a virgin at the moment, and you can only lose your virginity once in your life."

"I can't wait," she replied. "I want to feel as though I'm a woman instead of a girl." I sighed as I recalled that nearly all children wanted to grow up too quickly, whereas I would have preferred them to remain children for years and years.

We all went upstairs to my bedroom and undressed. The bottle of baby oil was still on my bedside table; I fetched a large towel from the bathroom and spread it on the bed. Darren was puzzled as to the reason for it, but I told him he would soon see why it was there.

The sight of Cathy in her birthday suit brought me to a quick erection; she was still the most beautiful creature I ever hoped to see. I laid her on top of the towel, and then laid Darren next to her. I lay beside Cathy and started to suck the nearer nipple and told Darren to suck the other one.

While we were doing this, my hand went down to Cathy's quim and stroked the outer lips; I felt the little hairs there which reminded me that she would soon be a woman. I was glad that she hadn't started her periods yet, but decided that I wouldn't risk pumping my semen into her vagina; I would put it in her mouth or her rectum instead. Then I started to stimulate her clitoris, which caused the predictable squeaking sounds from her throat. My finger travelled the glorious trail to her vagina and thence to her anus, making her gasp once more. I pumped my finger in her vagina, feeling the juices starting to flow.

I lay on my back asked her to straddle me. I told Darren to lie with his penis next to my mouth, and while Cathy placed my helmet at heaven's gate I sucked Darren's little pecker. Cathy slowly lowered her body on my erection and it slid in fairly easily due to her flowing juices. She didn't appear to be in pain, and soon I was in her all the way, her sparse pubic hairs touching my abundant bush. I didn't need to tell her what to do; she just started to move her bottom back and forth so that my glans tickled her cervix. The expression on her face told me all I wanted to know - she was enjoying it as much as I. In the meantime I was sucking Darren's two inches of stiffness, licking his little helmet and causing him maximum excitement. I soon felt the old familiar feeling, and asked Cathy to freeze for a minute or two. Unfortunately, her pelvic floor muscles were still twitching and I had to lift her off quickly in case I ejaculated inside her reproductive apparatus. I managed to avoid cumming at that moment, but it was a close-run thing.

"I daren't put my semen into your vagina," I told Cathy. "You're not far off puberty, and I don't want to risk making you pregnant."

"Can you put it in my bottom then?" she asked, pre-empting my own question.

I reached over to the bedside table and collected the baby-oil bottle. I asked her to anoint my glans with it and also her anus. Then she squatted over me again, carefully inserting my helmet into her poo-chute. She took it into her very slowly and I saw her grimacing slightly with pain, but she was obviously determined to continue until the bitter end. Darren was watching all this time, and I turned him round and licked his anus to the accompaniment of the expected squeaking sounds. I asked him to straddle me with his bottom in my face so that I could continue licking his anus. I pushed my tongue into the little brown hole and reached up to stroke his penis.

Cathy's bottom continued its downward progress until my penis was fully inserted, then she rested for a while. I soon felt her pelvic floor muscles clenching rhythmically again so that she was effectively wanking my cock with her bottom. Her juices were dripping steadily out of her vagina, soaking my pubic bush and running down over my anus and thence on to the towel below.

All the stimulation I was receiving: Cathy's bowels on my penis, Darren's anus on my tongue and his little pecker between my fingers soon led to the inevitable, and I started to ejaculate into Cathy's rectum - it went on and on while her face held a blissful smile.

Eventually, my semen-store was spent and I felt my penis wilting inside Cathy's bottom. She must have felt it as well; she lifted herself off and my cock fell out of her anus with a little plopping sound. Some of my semen started dripping on to the towel.

"Can you put it in my bottom now?" asked Darren.

"No way," I replied with a chuckle. "It will be hours before I can do that again, by which time you'll be home with your Mum."

His face betrayed his disappointment, but I told him there would be many more opportunities, and I would never leave him out of the action.

We cleaned ourselves up; Cathy sat on the toilet to get rid of the semen I had given her; I washed her poo off my penis and had a pee to remove any that had entered my urethra; Darren wiped my saliva off his bottom. Then we all dressed and went downstairs to await Avril's return.

We played Cribbage for a while, and then we decided to try more intellectual games such as Snap, Cheat! and Beggar My Neighbour (although I thought 'bugger' more appropriate than 'beggar'). Just as a loud cry of "SNAP" escaped Darren, the doorbell rang and Cathy opened it to admit Avril. Both children hugged her tightly as though they hadn't seen her for months. She was all smiles and told me that she had had a wonderful time, and hoped that the children hadn't been too much bother. I told her that they were the nearest thing to little angels, which caused her some surprise.

Avril and I sat down while Cathy and Darren went to the kitchen to make us all a cup of tea. I explained the situation that had befallen Grace Hinton, and that I would probably be having Wendy to stay for a few days next week. I assured her that all three children had been great company and I was very happy to accept them all, either together or individually. I said I would collect them tomorrow if Avril was going in to work, and she confirmed that she was.

Finally, the time came for them to leave. I went out to my car and removed the booster seats to place in Avril's car, then the two children hugged me and kissed me goodbye. As I watched them drive away, I felt a small pang of sorrow that the weekend was over, but I knew that I would be seeing them again tomorrow.

As I went back into the house, the phone was ringing. I answered it to hear Grace in near-panic. She had started bleeding and the doctor had told her she needed to be admitted to hospital immediately. I told her that I would take her there if necessary, but she said an ambulance was on its way. She was concerned about Wendy, but I allayed her fears and said that Wendy could stay with me as long as was necessary, so that would be one less thing for her to worry about. I asked her if she wanted me to try and contact her husband, and she agreed, she told me his name was Brian and I told her I would do my best.

I walked round to her house just as the ambulance was arriving and I asked Grace if she had packed any clothes for Wendy. She replied that she hadn't even thought about it in her panic, which I completely understood, so I told her I would do the necessary. I reminded her that it would be a good idea if I had a key to the house, and she told me where a spare one was kept. Then the ambulance drove away, leaving me with a very bewildered little girl. I held her hand and told her that her Mum would be in very safe hands and that I would act as both her Mum and Dad for as long as she needed me. She squeezed my hand and thanked me. Then we went indoors; I found the spare house key and went to Wendy's room to collect some clothes for her. I asked where her nightie was, and she said with some embarrassment that she didn't wear one; I told her that neither did I or Cathy or Darren, and her embarrassment subsided.

Having collected the necessary items, we returned to my home after locking up and switching off lights, hot water and central heating. I showed Wendy to the spare bedroom and allocated her another drawer in the chest and another space in the wardrobe. I reflected that although I had no children of my own, here was a bedroom with three lots of children's storage space.

Wendy was looking distinctly tired, so I made her a cup of cocoa and suggested she have a bath and go to bed early. There was no objection from this little-girl-lost, and I cuddled her, kissed the top of her head and assured her that everything would be sorted soon if she could bear it a bit longer.

"Mummy usually washes me in the bath," she said. "Could you do it for me?"

I was very happy with that question and assured her that I would treat her just as her Mum did. I ran the bath and undressed Wendy, silently admiring her little hairless snatch. I put her in the bath and washed her, then told her she could wash herself between her legs, but she said that her mother did it for her and asked me to do it as well. Needing no further excuse, I soaped a finger and ran it up and down her little slit, massaging the clitoris and the vaginal entrance. The contented look on her face told me that I was doing just as she wanted. Then she turned over and asked me to do her bottom, so I soaped my pinky finger and inserted it to the first knuckle.

"Ooh, that feels nice," she said. "Mummy never does that, can you put it in a bit further."

I gently inserted it all the way, then removed it and repeated the operation with my index finger. Her little cries of pleasure were my milk and honey, so I turned her over again to access her vagina. I soaped my pinky finger again and partially inserted it; she spread her legs wider and smiled at me. "Please put your other finger in instead, it felt lovely in my bottom."

I did as she asked, and noted that her vagina was becoming more slippery. I pumped it in and out a few times, then lifted her out of the bath and wrapped a big towel around her. I dried her and told her to clean her teeth while I went for a pee. She finished cleaning her teeth and got into bed. I started to tuck her in, and she put her arms round my neck and kissed me passionately on the lips.

"I loved you touching my pee-pee," she said. "Can you do it again tomorrow?"

By way of answer I rolled back the duvet, spread her legs and licked her little snatch.

"Ooh, that's lovely," she said and spread her legs wider. She arched her back as I was licking, bringing her anus to my tongue, so I licked that as well. Then I put her down on her back and lifted her legs against her stomach, much as I had done with Cathy and Darren. I licked her anus and inserted the tip of my tongue, causing her to wriggle with pleasure.

Rather than risk tiring her too much, I left the stimulation at that point, straightened her and covered her again with the duvet.

"Thank you for making me feel wonderful," she said. "But please don't tell Mummy, she'll kill me."

"No need to worry about that," I told her. "We'll keep it to ourselves, although Cathy and Darren can join in with us."

That gave her some surprise. "Do you lick their bottoms as well?" she asked.

"Yes, and they love it. When they next stay the night, we can all join in together."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to that," she said excitedly.

"Now it's time for you to sleep," I told her. "Sweet dreams and no nightmares."

I went downstairs and put in a few hours of work on the computer, and then it was my own bedtime. I made myself a liquid nightcap, then bathed and retired. I hadn't been in bed long when I heard a knock on the door.

"Please can I sleep with you, Mr. Clark. I feel so lonely with Mummy away."

I told her that my name was Andy for everyone including young girls, and that she could join me in bed if she wanted to. She got into bed and I cuddled her without even raising an erection, such was my concern for her. Within a few minutes she was fast asleep, so I let myself drift off as well.

Chapter 7

Morning arrived and when I awoke, Wendy was still fast asleep. I realized that she had had a traumatic time and she would need to recuperate; sleep was the best remedy. I got out of bed very carefully to avoid waking her and went for a pee. When I returned she was still asleep, so I took my clothes into the spare room to get dressed. I went downstairs and had breakfast, then started searching the phone directory for some Army numbers. I got through to an information service and was told that the sort of data I wanted was classified - I assumed that was because there were several organizations inimical to the Army. I explained the problem and was told that the chaplain's department was my best bet. She put me through and I explained again to the padre, although I didn't know his unit. All I knew was his name, his home address and that he was somewhere in Afghanistan. I told the padre that I understood the need for security but felt that this situation may require compassionate leave for Brian Hinton. He said he would make the necessary checks with the hospital and get back to me.

I phoned Avril to tell her the worrying news, and asked her not to tell the children just yet. I said that I hoped to take Wendy to visit her mother and wouldn't be able to look after them until I had returned, probably after lunch. She understood and said that she would claim a doctor's appointment to avoid having to go to work that morning.

Then I went upstairs to find Wendy just waking up. "Morning sleepyhead," I said. "You slept for nearly twelve hours. You must have been tired."

She looked distressed. "Have you heard anything about Mummy?"

"I haven't been able to so far. I've been talking to the Army to try and get a message to your Dad. The padre will be calling back when he's got some information. I'll go and phone the hospital now. I expect you can get dressed by yourself."

I went back downstairs and phoned the hospital. There I ran up against a brick wall in the shape of a very unhelpful receptionist who wouldn't even confirm that a patient called Mrs. Grace Hinton existed. I said that her daughter was worried about her, but I still got nowhere. I asked her to put me through to someone who could help me, but she just said "No!" and rang off. I was puzzled by this behaviour, so I phoned my own doctor's receptionist and explained the problem.

Apparently I was not the only unsatisfied enquirer of this hospital, and she gave me a number to ring for further information. I rang the number and reached someone who was much more helpful and I recounted the conversation I had earlier with the hospital switchboard. She knew exactly who I was talking about, but explained that the person was a union shop steward and getting rid of her would be a major problem. I suggested that a large injection of potassium chloride would solve the problem immediately, but might be illegal.

Eventually I managed to elicit the information that Mrs. Hinton had had a restful night, and I could bring her daughter to see her at any time. I said I would be there shortly, then I phoned the Army padre to tell him where I was going. He asked for my mobile number and said that he was still waiting for information and would be in touch.

When Wendy came downstairs I told her what the hospital had told me and said that when she had had her breakfast I would take her to see her Mum. I suggested that she might be on the move for most of the day, so she would be well advised to have a poo and do all the other things she would normally do on a school day. After breakfast she went back upstairs and after a few minutes I heard the toilet flush. She came down and said she was ready.

We went to the hospital and after I had greeted Grace I left the two of them alone. The local doctor suggested I should take Wendy away after no more than an hour to avoid tiring Grace, so I did some shopping in town, visited the library and then it was time to collect Wendy. Before I left, Grace asked me for a private word, so I asked Wendy to go and look for some books to read for a few minutes. Grace told me that her prognosis was not very good, and that she wanted Brian to know the situation. I told her that the Army padre was on the case and he had said that there was a good chance Brian would be able to obtain compassionate leave. She thanked me for all that I was doing for her and for Wendy and I said that I only wished there was more I could do to help. With that, I collected Wendy and we went home.

On the way, Wendy asked me what her Mum and I were talking about, so I said I was telling her about the possibility of her Dad obtaining some leave to come and see her Mum. She was very happy with that and was looking forward to seeing him. Shortly after we arrived home, the padre called me and said he had organized compassionate leave for Brian Hinton. He explained that he had had to make extensive checks to ensure authenticity, and I understood. I said I would be happy to take Wendy to collect him from wherever he landed, and the padre said the Army movements department would contact me about that.

I drove with Wendy to collect Cathy and Darren. They were surprised to see her, so she told them that her mother was in hospital and she was staying with me until her mother returned. She was much happier now that she had seen Grace and thought that she would be home soon; she was just about her normal self now that a heavy weight had been lifted from her mind, and she was also looking forward to seeing her Dad.

While I was making us some lunch, the children all went up to Cathy's bedroom and I didn't hear anything from them for nearly 20 minutes. I was starting to wonder what they were up to, so I crept quietly up the stairs and listened at the bedroom door; all I could hear was some giggling and Wendy's voice saying, "It's a funny little thing isn't it?"

I opened the door to find three naked children sitting on Cathy's bed. "Hi Andy," piped up Darren. "We're playing doctor and looking at each other's willies." Darren's penis was erect, so someone had been playing with it. Wendy was sitting with her legs wide open and Darren was putting his finger in her vagina.

"Please don't tell my Mum," cried Wendy; she was obviously terrified of her parents' disapproval.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," I assured her. "But you have to let me play as well."

"I expect Wendy would love to see your willy," said Cathy, and Wendy's worried expression changed to one of interest. I joined them on the bed, lowered my zipper and asked Darren to take my penis out. This he did, and before he let go of it he retracted the foreskin, then bent down and licked the glans.

"It's enormous," observed Wendy, "but that's where you make wee isn't it? Doesn't it taste nasty?"

"Oh no, it tastes lovely," said Darren, "especially when spunk comes out of it." Cathy agreed.

"What's spunk?" asked Wendy as she held the shaft, working the foreskin up and down.

So I explained to Wendy some of the process of making babies, sexual intercourse and blowjobs; she asked the predictable question: "If I suck it, will I have a baby?"

Darren was quick to give his own explanation. "No, you have to be grown-up for that, but I have swallowed his spunk and it will make my willy grow big. I expect it will make your boobies grow as well. Cathy's have started already."

I was beginning to think that the paedophile who had invented this bit of bullshit could walk on water.

While Wendy was servicing my penis, I took the opportunity to admire once more her totally hairless little snatch. She opened her legs a bit wider and I was able to insert a little bit of my pinky finger into her vagina.

"I like you doing that," she said immediately.

"You'll like it in your bottom as well," Cathy told her. "Darren and I both love it. Let's see your bottom-hole."

Wendy didn't let on that she had already experienced it, but lay back, lifted her legs until her thighs were touching her stomach, and we all saw her delightful little pink anus. Darren licked his finger and touched her anus, then started to slide it in.

"Ooh, that's nice," was Wendy's immediate reaction. When Darren had taken his finger out and she had returned to a sitting position, she asked, "Can I suck your willy, Andy?"

"Yes, of course you can. Be careful with your teeth, it's very sensitive."

Wendy tentatively licked the glans, then as she grew bolder she took the whole glans into her mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. My penis responded by leaking some pre-cum, which Wendy tasted and said, "Oh, please don't wee in my mouth!"

"It's not wee," I assured her. "It's a lubricant which makes it easier to slide my penis into a girl's vagina. It won't do you any harm, and the others like the taste of it."

"So do I," said Wendy. After a minute of sucking, she asked, "Are you going to put it into my vagina?"

"Maybe, but not yet," I replied.

If this was what hell is going to be like, I thought, I can take it for all eternity. Not many things in life can be as exciting as two ten-year-old girls and an eight-year-old boy wanting my sexual favours. Then I remembered that I had made sandwiches and orange juice which were waiting for all of us, so I told them all to get dressed and we could continue after lunch. I zipped up my slacks and we went downstairs.

After lunch, I said that I couldn't take them where I had planned due to the current situation, but we might visit Marwell Zoo later in the week if possible.

"Where were you going to take us?" asked Darren artlessly.

"That's a secret," I replied. "I'll tell you just before we set off, if we set off."

The phone rang, and a military-sounding voice asked, "Mr. Andrew Clark?" I decided to be very correct and answered, "This is he."

"Sir, I am to advise you that Lieutenant Brian Hinton will be arriving at Aldershot railway station from Swindon at about 1725 hours this coming Wednesday, and I understand that you and his daughter will collect him. Am I correct?"

"You are indeed," I replied, somewhat pompously to this pompous-sounding person.

"Thank you, Sir," replied the voice, and rang off.

"That was the Army people calling," I told Wendy. "Your Dad will be arriving at Aldershot rail station on Wednesday afternoon, and you and I will be collecting him."

"Hooray," cried Wendy. "I haven't seen Daddy for ages."

I told Cathy and Darren that it would be best if they didn't come with us, as Brian would prefer to have Wendy on his own. I would be leaving them alone as soon as I could.

Since there was no point in going out anywhere for the time being, we went for our customary walk to the playground. I had difficulty keeping the lid on Wendy's excitement that she would soon be seeing her Dad, and she told anyone she spoke to at the park that her Daddy was coming home on Wednesday from "'Ganneestan". I felt very sorry for her - her pleasure that her Dad would be home was likely to be overwhelmed by the news that her Mum was dying. I thought that life can sometimes be very cruel, particularly to a child.

Soon it was time to deliver Cathy and Darren to their home. I asked the three of them to go upstairs while I had a word with Avril. Then I brought her up to date on the situation, with the sad news that Grace was likely to die soon from her cancer, and that her husband Brian would be home on compassionate leave in two days. I said that I would like to give Wendy the best treat possible before she had to receive the shocking news, and that I would like Cathy and Darren to be with her to help her enjoy it. My plan was to take them to Longleat, where they would have a whole day of animal-gazing and all the other educational attractions for children. She thought that was a wonderful idea and thanked me on behalf of her two youngsters.

"I know about your sexual attraction to my children," she said, "and I know that you will never harm them. I want you to know that I think their association with you can only be good for them."

I thanked her and confirmed that although I had some paedophile tendencies, the thought of hurting any child, or allowing one to be hurt, was abhorrent to me. The concept of 'hurt' of course didn't exclude a quick clip round the ear for being seriously ill-mannered or other very unacceptable behaviour. She agreed and told me that Cathy had received such summary punishment on more than one occasion, although Darren had never given cause for it.

Wendy and I returned home; we had a light supper and it was time for bath and bed. We both enjoyed the usual bath-time activities, which left Wendy feeling very relaxed and ready for a good night's sleep. I didn't want to engage in full sexual activities with her until her parents' situation was settled. I put her to bed in her own room and she happily drifted off to sleep.

At last I was able to do some real work on my 'day job'; most of my time recently had been spent in looking after children and other admin-type activities. So would tomorrow, I thought. It was a good thing that my client was not in a great hurry for the next phase of his program. I spent the rest of the evening on it, and was gratified to reach more than half-way of this particular section. I phoned him and explained the situation, then I said that I would probably be able to put in a normal full week's work between Wednesday and the following Monday.

Chapter 8

Tuesday morning, and the weather was starting to deteriorate slightly, but it was expected to be suitable for a day at Longleat Safari Park. I went into Wendy's room and woke her up; she looked up at me with a smile and kissed me. I pulled back the duvet to reveal her delicious pre-pubescent body, but refrained from touching her little snatch. I told her to get dressed quickly because we were going out for the day - this was the surprise outing which Darren had wanted to know about. I phoned Avril and asked if the children would be ready in the next hour, and she said that they had been up and about for a while. They had breakfasted and I only had to collect them. On the way I called in at a motoring accessories shop and bought a booster seat for Wendy.

We set off for Longleat, a good two hours' drive away, with Cathy feeling very grown-up because she sat in the front passenger seat with me. The children didn't know until the last minute where they were going, and when they saw the sign at the entrance, the sound of three child-voices cheering almost deafened me. When we arrived at the drive-through part with its animal enclosures, three little faces were staring in wonder at the lions, apes, rhino and other wild creatures. A moment of amusement for the children and a gnashing of teeth for me came when a simian of one type or another sat on the bonnet of the car and proceeded to chew the wiper-blades.

We had lunch in the café, spent an enjoyable time in a boat on the big lake where sea-lions were playing, fed the giraffes, watched cuddly little animals in pets' corner, and many other diversions before it was time to go home again. As I reached the Saunders' drive, I noticed that all three children were fast asleep so I had to rouse Cathy and Darren, but left Wendy sleeping. I locked the car for Wendy's safety and escorted the other two into their house. I told Avril that I had left Wendy alone, so I wouldn't stay longer than necessary. I kissed them goodbye and told Avril that I would be visiting Grace in the morning and collecting Wendy's Dad in the late afternoon, so I it would be better if I didn't have Cathy and Darren. She said she would clear it with her boss and stay home for the day. I told her that after Wednesday I would be able to take Cathy and Darren during the day again as Wendy would naturally be staying with her Dad. When I returned to the car Wendy was still asleep, and still hadn't awoken when I reached my own home.

As I lifted her from the car seat and carried her indoors, she put her arms round my neck and kissed me. I took her upstairs, ran the bath, undressed her and lowered her into the water. She suddenly jumped up and told me that she wanted the toilet, so I lifted her out again.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" I asked her.

"I want to poo," she replied. "You wouldn't like the smell."

So I took her in, sat her on the seat and then went out and closed the toilet door. After a few minutes she returned to the bathroom and got into the bath.

"Can you wash my willy and my bottom again, please, Andy?" she asked. I couldn't refuse, and we both enjoyed some very sexual touching for a few minutes. Then she sounded slightly worried and asked, "You won't tell my Daddy about this, will you? I think he would punish me for being dirty."

"Don't worry, love," I said. "If you don't say anything, I won't either."

She smiled and accepted my assurances. Then she asked, "Can I sleep in your bed with you tonight? I felt very lonely last night when I woke up, but thought you might not like me to come into your bedroom."

"Sure you can," I replied. "I'll take you to my bed when you've cleaned your teeth."

I decided to wash her bottom thoroughly as I was considering licking her anus and perhaps inserting my tongue when we were in bed. "Ooh," she exclaimed, "I love you putting your finger into my bottom like that." I smiled and kissed her.

After drying her on a big fluffy towel, I told her to clean her teeth, and then I carried her into my bedroom and into my bed. As I laid her down she smiled and spread her legs wide. I couldn't resist licking her little snatch, which was obviously what she wanted.

"Does your Dad wash you in the bath?" I asked her.

"He used to, although he never touched my willy. But when I reached ten years old he said he wouldn't bath me any more. He said I was a growing-up girl and I should have my privacy. I didn't really want him to stop bathing me but Mummy said she would still do it if I wanted." I noted the comparison with Cathy's father and suspected that, like Bob, her Dad was becoming uncomfortable at the sight of his young daughter's girlie-bits, although they were still totally undeveloped. I, of course, had no such inhibitions.

I tucked her in bed and switched off the light. "I'll be coming to bed in a couple of hours," I told her. "But don't try to stay awake. I'll cuddle you whether you're awake or asleep."

A couple of hours' work actually turned into three, and I was a bit goggle-eyed by the time I went to bed. I had a bath and did the usual pre-bed things, then climbed into bed next to Wendy with my chest next to her back. I cuddled her and my penis became erect and started poking the cleft of her bottom. She must have been at least half awake because I felt her hand reach behind her, take hold of my cock, and start rubbing it on her anus. I was very tempted to bugger her there and then, but I was mindful of the fact that her Dad would be home soon and I didn't want to risk problems of anal bleeding for her.

So I removed my cock from the vicinity, turned her on to her stomach and started to lick her buttocks, gradually progressing towards her anus. When I reached it, she spread her legs wide apart and I inserted the tip of my tongue into her tight little bottom; the taste of ten-year-old girl was something special and I loved it. While I was licking and tongue-buggering her, my finger sought her little quim; I inserted the tip of my index finger into her vagina and she squeaked in pleasure.

"Are you going to put your willy into me, Andy?"

"I daren't at the moment, your Dad might notice something."

"Will you do it when he's gone back to 'Ganneestan?"

"I would love to. I think your girlie bits are beautiful, and I love the taste of your willy and your bottom."

She was obviously very tired; I cuddled her and she soon drifted off to sleep. I quickly followed her into dreamland.

Chapter 9

I awoke to find a little hand on my morning erection; this reminded me of a few days previously when Cathy had done the same. I turned to face her, smiled and kissed her. Then I told her it was time to get dressed and I would take her to the hospital after clearing our visit with the medical staff. When we arrived there I repeated my action of my previous visit and left the two of them alone while I went shopping.

Returning an hour later I told Grace that I would be collecting Brian from the station 'at about 1725', as the Army movements person had told me. I expected that he would want to visit her on his way home, but she suggested that it would be better if he went home first and cleaned up before visiting. I said I would pass on the suggestion when we collected him.

We returned home and had some lunch, then for want of something better to do I took Wendy for a walk and ended up in the usual place - the playground. I thought that such places were much better for kids than sitting around playing computer games. Eventually it was time to go back home and prepare to collect Brian Hinton.

We left at 5 o'clock to ensure that we were slightly early, but in fact arrived just as the train from Swindon was pulling in. I didn't know what Brian Hinton looked like, but I needn't have worried. A tall man in Army officer's uniform came striding out of the station and Wendy squealed, "Daddy!" then we walked across the car park to greet him. After a suitable interval of father-daughter affection we returned to my car, he carrying a blissful daughter and me carrying his holdall.

I put Wendy in the back seat and before getting into the car myself I had a quiet word with him, telling him that I had said nothing to Wendy about the seriousness of Grace's condition. I told him what Grace had said about going home to change first, and he agreed that it would be an excellent idea. On the way home he told me something of the difficulties of soldiering in a place where some of the local residents were highly suspicious of anyone in uniform.

I dropped Brian and Wendy at their home, having given him the door-key which Grace had given me for emergencies, but which had remained unused. I cuddled Wendy and shook hands with Brian, then gave him my phone number in case he needed my help. I asked him to phone me in the evening and we would have a chat about important matters; he was overcome with gratitude at the help I was giving to his family. Finally I drove home and phoned Avril to tell her I would collect Cathy and Darren by 8.30 the next morning.

When Brian called me in the evening he was fully aware of Grace's prognosis. I said that of course I hoped, as did everyone else, that she would recover, but there was unfortunately a strong chance that she wouldn't and he would have to prepare for that. I asked him if there was anyone apart from him mother-in-law who could look after Wendy on a permanent basis, and he said that there was nobody else. Furthermore, his mother-in-law was somewhat frail and he thought that looking after a ten-year-old, even one as docile as Wendy, would be too much for her.

The solution was obvious, I said, assuming that he didn't want to leave the Army: I was fully prepared to take her on as my ward during the times that he was unable to care for her. He said he was hoping I would say that; he knew Wendy was very fond of me and that I had shown my fondness for her also. He said he was home for a week, but that could be extended if the doctors thought that Grace was likely to die soon. I told him that the reason I hadn't mentioned anything about her condition to Wendy was that I thought her father would prefer to take on that responsibility. He agreed and said he was trying to work out how to do it without hurting Wendy too much.

For the next two days I collected Cathy and Darren as usual and tried to keep them entertained as best I could. I wasn't successful all the time, but the fall-back position usually resulted in sexual action of one sort or another. Darren was particularly fond of receiving my penis in his bottom; Cathy also liked being buggered, but preferred it in her vagina. Now and again we tried a 'crumpet sandwich', also described as a double penetration, with my penis in her vagina and Darren's in her anus. Unfortunately, his little cock was too small to give her much stimulation, but it was better than using inanimate objects. However, they both liked me to lick their bottoms after the regulation cleaning (I didn't fancy the taste of shit, even coming from children).

When I returned the children to Avril on Friday evening, she said that her company had asked her to visit their offices in Poole, Dorset for the weekend. This was several hours' journey away, so that she would probably not return until the following Monday afternoon. That left me to entertain two lovely children in the way I knew best - sexually! She repeated her earlier comment that I had virtually carte blanche with them, and she knew that they would be looking forward to it.

I collected them early the next day and decided that I would take them to a cricket match, just for a change. Darren didn't even know what the game was all about, but Cathy did and she explained it to him. As it happened, there was a test match on the satellite TV at the time, so I suggested that they watch and try to gain some knowledge before we went to the local match. When the time came to leave for the match, they were chatting together and using phrases like 'hitting a six', 'bowling bouncers' and sundry other cricketing expressions.

Much later when the match was over, I knew that they had both enjoyed it and that I now had a further opportunity to entertain them during the summer holiday. We drove home, and the first thing we all wanted to do was to visit the toilet. I left Cathy to use the one downstairs while Darren and I went upstairs. I held his little knob for him while he was peeing, just to remind him of how we met, and after I had had a pee I repeated the other thing I had done with him - I stood him on the seat and sucked his cock. Cathy was standing outside the toilet door and saw what I was doing; Darren told her that it was a repeat of our first day together.

After tea, I sat and read them a story; they could both read perfectly well but still enjoyed my reading to them. They watched their favourite soap opera, and then it was time for bath and bed. I bathed them both together, making sure of their anal cleanliness in the usual way. I put Darren into my bed, quickly licked his cock and kissed him goodnight, although I knew that he would wake up when Cathy and I joined him later in the evening.

Cathy and I went downstairs, she to practice on the piano and I to do some work. After putting in two hours' work I decided to call it a day. I took Cathy to join Darren in my bed, and then I bathed, cleaned teeth and joined the children. When I opened the bedroom door I saw that they were engaged in a 69 session, so I decided to include myself in the action. I started by inserting a lubricated finger in Cathy's anus, which made her squeak, and at the same time I licked Darren's anus, which brought a long sigh from him. Then I lay down beside them and just watched while they enjoyed each other's attentions to their sex organs. My flagstaff was at full mast, and very soon I felt Darren's hand around it.

While Darren was licking her clitoris, I raised Cathy's legs to rest her thighs on her stomach and placed myself in a position such as to insert my cock into her anus. I pressed forward gently, finally penetrating her to my fullest extent and started to pump slowly. Darren started to suck her clitoris more vigorously, and soon Cathy was shuddering as she reached her orgasm. She must have started sucking Darren's cock a little harder because he started to have a dry orgasm, his little body shaking uncontrollably. The scene excited me so much that I gave up my essence into Cathy' rectum, and for the first time the three of us reached a climax almost simultaneously.

After we had spent several minutes (it seemed like hours) in semi-stupor, it was time for Cathy and I to complete the clean-up operation; I to wash my organ and she to remove my semen from her bowels. When we returned, Darren was almost asleep in the middle of the bed, so we settled down on either side of him, doused the light and went to sleep.

Chapter 10

The following Monday, Avril returned and dropped a bombshell on me. She said that her company was so impressed with her that they wanted her to take a senior position in the branch at Poole. This of course meant that the family would have to move there, and she wanted to know what the children thought about it. The same question arose from both: "Will Andy be coming with us?" After I had picked myself up from the floor (metaphorically) I told them that it wasn't a decision for me, it was for their Mum to make. Although I had almost become part of the family, that little word 'almost' came to have a huge significance. There was also the problem of Wendy; I told them that she would need me very soon. I could see question-marks appearing on the children's faces, so I told them about Wendy's mother's illness and the fact that I had promised Brian that I would take full charge of Wendy while he was overseas.

"Why can't Wendy come and live with all of us?" asked Cathy, and I admitted that I had never considered that. I asked the children to go upstairs while I discussed things with Avril. She said that she wasn't averse to the idea that Cathy had suggested, but thought that the decision as to whether I wanted to live with an adult woman was really up to me. She said, with a smile, that she could probably put up with me, which earned her laugh and a light smack on her posterior. I pointed out to her that my live-in girlfriend who had departed six months previously had just found someone she preferred, but she had no complaints about my sexual performance. My attraction to Cathy, Darren and Wendy was due to their own personalities and not to the exclusion of adult ladies.

I told Avril that I would talk to Brian Hinton about this possible development, and with that we closed the subject temporarily. I decided that we should all go out to a restaurant for a slap-up lunch in celebration of a possible new life, so I called the children downstairs and told them what we had decided.

Later in the afternoon I phoned Brian and advised him of the situation. I assured him that if things worked out as we were hoping, Wendy would have a secure home in a full-size family for as long as she needed it. I didn't know how long he would be spending in "'Ganneestan", to quote Wendy's word for it, but he would never have to worry about her welfare, and when he returned he could either take charge of her again or leave her with us if he wished.

He told me that, much as he loved being a father to his daughter, he was primarily concerned that she should have a stable family life, and that was something he was unlikely to be able to provide, at least in the near future. He said that Grace was fading fast and was unlikely to survive more than a few more days. He reiterated his gratitude towards me and said that he would make all necessary arrangements and recommendations to transfer her care to me on a permanent basis. That, as far as I was concerned, left the door wide open for me to join the Saunders/Marchant family permanently, and to include Wendy when the time came. My heart went out to Brian; I could almost hear him weeping as he pondered the imminent death of his much-loved wife, and the thought almost made me weep as well. With a catch in my voice, I terminated the conversation.

Later, I offered Avril a semi-permanent place in my home, knowing that she would have to spend the working week in Poole. She decided that it was a good idea and she would rent her own house out until we had all settled into a new life, then she would sell it. She had to leave for Poole the following morning, but she would spend the night at my house if I agreed. I phoned Brian Hinton and suggested that he might like to meet Wendy's new family; he arrived later with Wendy. I was somewhat shocked at Wendy's tearful demeanour, but then I realized that she knew all about her mother's medical condition. When we all sat down, she came and sat on my lap; I cuddled her and she started crying again. I stroked her hair and kissed her; Brian must have noticed so I apologized for my undue familiarity in his presence. He said that he was very happy to see that Wendy was well-loved and he was delighted to meet her new Mum and Dad, as he put it. Again, I expressed a pang of guilt that I would be enjoying her company at his expense.

"Don't worry about it," he said. "I'll survive, and what's more important, Wendy will not only survive but thrive as well." Here, I thought, was the best sort of parent - one who would even give up the child he loved so as to secure her future.

He and Wendy left after a while, and Avril also left to collect the personal items she would need for the coming night. When she returned, I suggested that if she preferred it, she and I could sleep in the twin-bed room and the children could use my bed. But she said that there was no point in displaying false modesty; she would sleep with me although she couldn't guarantee any sexual activity.

"I'll never try to rape you or even persuade you, love. Coercion has never been any part of my creed, so you're quite safe. If you decide to indulge, of course I'll co-operate - what man would refuse an attractive woman - but no pressure from me."

That made her day, and she kissed me warmly and held my hand. Then it was time for the children's bath and bed, so I suggested that she might prefer to handle that chore.

"No false modesty, remember?" she said with a smile. "We can do it together."

She undressed Darren and I undressed Cathy, then she made a point of demonstrating her new open-mindedness by holding Darren's penis and squeezing it until it erected. Darren was slightly embarrassed at first, but Cathy stood watching with a broad smile on her face. I put my arm around her shoulders and stroked one growing breast with the other hand, changing her smile from one of amusement to one of pleasure. Then we put them both in the bath, and Darren wanted to know if I would wash inside his bottom with my finger. I shot a quick look at Avril, but she just smiled and said, "Go ahead, I know he loves it."

After washing them both, I acceded to Darren's request while Avril held his penis and wanked it back and forth. Cathy was feeling somewhat left out, so she reached for my zipper, extracted my erection and started to suck it. Avril admitted that of course she had known for a while that I was having this relationship with the children, but was still a little surprised to see it in action. I apologized and tried to terminate Cathy's sucking, but Avril just said that her surprise didn't indicate disapproval.

Having finished cleaning out Darren's rectum, I asked Cathy if she wanted the same, and she eagerly nodded her desire. She knelt in the water with her rear end fully exposed; I soaped a finger and inserted it slowly in her anus. Then I withdrew it, soaped the next-door finger and inserted both, one in the vagina and the other in the anus.

"Bob used to do that to me," said Avril. "I loved it, but he wouldn't put his penis into my bottom."

I assured her that if she wanted it, I would do it willingly.

"Oh yes, it feels lovely in me," said Cathy, and I had to hide my face in case my blush was too obvious.

Finally we lifted the two out of the bath and dried them. As always, I couldn't help admiring two naked children, and I said so to Avril. She agreed that they were a very good-looking pair and that they were probably benefiting from their father's genes in that respect. As I made my comment, Darren's penis started to erect; Cathy noticed, held it and withdrew the foreskin. Then she bent down and licked the little helmet, drawing a sigh of satisfaction from him. She knelt down in front of him and proceeded to suck his little willy, taking the whole cock and also the scrotum into her mouth. Avril was so overcome by this display of sisterly love that she knelt and massaged Cathy's vulva while Cathy was sucking Darren's cock. I took out my erect penis and pointed it to Avril; she turned her head towards me and started sucking.

This delightful family tableau proceeded until I was on the point of ejaculating, so I replaced my penis behind its zipper and told Avril that I would prefer to leave the full consummation until later. She nodded her understanding and we concluded the bathroom session. She put Darren to bed and Cathy donned her dressing gown and went downstairs to practice on the piano. Avril kissed Darren goodnight and went downstairs; I stayed to read him a story.

Cathy's bedtime came and went, leaving Avril and myself alone to sort out the arrangements for our own bedtime. She quite frankly stated that she always slept in her birthday suit like the children, but if I objected she would wear her underclothes. I assured her that I always wore the same night-clothing as did she, and the last hurdle to our relationship was removed.

We decided to bath together, mindful that we wouldn't see each other for a few days, and we enjoyed each other's 'interesting bits' in the usual way. I expressed my delight at her lovely pubic bush and emphasized my interest by reaching for her hair-comb and combing it as though it were the hair on her head, producing a giggle of girlish amusement. When we got into bed, Avril wasted no time in starting the sexual activities; I had almost reached ejaculation point when she reminded me of my earlier offer to sodomise her, and I very happily complied.

I laid her on her back, fucked her vagina again for a few seconds to add the necessary lubricant and then transferred my weapon to her anus. While my penis was pumping her rectum, my fingers were playing with her pubic hair and her clitoris. Due to the recent soaking in her vagina I couldn't hold off ejaculation for very long, and soon flooded her bowels with my rich, creamy semen. When my erection had subsided I lay along her front and sucked her breasts while massaging her clitoris, thus bringing her to orgasm for the first time since her husband had left her. Then I went to the bathroom, washed her ordure off my penis and had a pee; when I returned she was nearly asleep, so I climbed into bed with her, switched off the light and cuddled her. She murmured something I couldn't hear and we both went to sleep.

Chapter 11

The next day was begun by a pair of naked children climbing into bed with us, but Avril looked at the clock and said she didn't have long to get ready before leaving for Poole. We all got out of bed, dressed and then went down to breakfast. Avril was getting herself ready to travel and I made breakfast for all of us.

Avril was just about to leave when Brian Hinton phoned and told me that Grace had died during the night. He and Wendy were very tearful, as I expected, and he asked me if I would kindly look after her as he had 'a million things to do' before leaving for Afghanistan. One of his tasks was to speak to the Army legal department and arrange for me to become Wendy's guardian. I walked to his house with the children; when we arrived, Cathy and Darren cuddled Wendy and all three were crying. I had difficulty avoiding a similar fate but just managed. Then we said goodbye to Brian and went home very subdued. Wendy remained tearful for most of the day and when Brian arrived to collect her she was still crying on and off. He told me that the funeral was arranged for mid-day next due to his imminent departure for Afghanistan, and I agreed that we would join them for the funeral, although I have always hated such occasions.

The funeral was a very modest affair with only a few of Grace's friends attending, then we left the crematorium and Brian took Wendy home, telling me that he was leaving that evening. He said that he had made the necessary legal arrangements for me to become Wendy's guardian and that I would hear from the Army legal eagles shortly. He asked me if I would be good enough to sell his house, car and whatever personal effects couldn't be stored, such as large items of furniture.

I agreed and told him I would transfer the money to his account as it came in. He said he wouldn't object to my taking ten percent of all such funds, as I would be put to a considerable amount of work, but I declined, saying that the care of his lovely daughter was ample compensation for anything I did for him. I told him I would contact the Army welfare organization to arrange for storage and similar requirements. I said I would drive him to the station when required, and he told me that his train was at 1620 that afternoon. With that, we left him to spend the rest of his time alone with Wendy.

At 1540 we turned up at his house to collect him and Wendy for the trip to Aldershot station. We drove in near-silence, and the last thing he did before leaving was to give me his house key, saying that he had left a list of information as to where everything was. Then he cuddled Wendy fiercely and I could see that both were crying. I suggested that he might prefer to sit in the car alone with her for a few minutes, but he declined and said he would be OK. Then he left, asking us not to 'see him off', as it would only make him more emotional. Wendy watched and wept as he marched to the station without a backward glance. Then we drove to Wendy's house and collected anything we could think of that she might need for the immediate future.

We returned home, and the evening was very sombre. None of us could think beyond the current sad situation, and when Avril phoned in the evening it was something of a relief. I told her everything that had happened during the day and that I now had a ten-year-old ward to accompany her two children. She said that she would be home late on Friday and was looking forward to seeing us all, particularly at night. Then I told her of my pact with Brian Hinton, that I would be disposing of his car and some of the contents of his house.

"Why don't you rent it out?" she asked, and I confessed that I hadn't considered that possibility. I decided to contact the Army and ask if they would be interested in taking it on as an officer's hiring, since it belonged to an officer and I knew it was in excellent condition.

"Could you contact an estate agent for me?" she asked. "I need to get my house sorted as well."

I agreed and realized that I had taken on quite a workload, but the rewards would outweigh the aggravation by a large margin.

At bedtime, I bathed Darren first, and then Cathy and Wendy got in together. There wasn't much jollity in the air due to the sombre mood of the day; Darren cleaned his teeth and got into bed by himself. While the girls were bathing, I went in to him, tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, then returned to the bathroom. I saw that Wendy was examining Cathy's growing breasts and pubic hair and realized that kids were still kids, whatever the current situation. I washed them both without performing the usual rectal massage, then they cleaned their teeth, donned dressing-gowns and went downstairs. Cathy did her usual piano practice and Wendy watched TV, although she didn't appear to be concentrating. I made them both a drink and then sat down with Wendy; she immediately transferred herself to my lap and rested her head against my chest. I sat and stroked her hair for a while and soon discovered that she had fallen asleep.

Cathy finished her practice and saw that Wendy was asleep.

"I think I'll go to bed," she said. "It's been a tiring day."

"OK," I whispered. "I'll have Wendy in bed with me tonight and we'll work out something more permanent tomorrow."

Cathy came over and kissed me goodnight, then she very gently kissed Wendy, who stirred slightly. I carried Wendy upstairs to my bed, removed her dressing-gown and laid her down. As I covered her with the duvet, she said, "Thank you for looking after me, Andy. I'm so grateful to you and the rest of the family for giving me a new home." Then she put her arms round my neck, kissed me, turned over and went to sleep.

After a couple of hours I joined her in bed and drifted off to sleep myself.

Chapter 12

The next two weeks were a whirlwind of activity. Apart from work, I had to contact estate agents, sell Brian's car, ask the Army about hiring, work, entertaining children, work, and so on. Wendy was still sleeping with me during this time but I was unwilling, and possibly even unable to accommodate her sexually. On one occasion she asked me if I didn't love her any more, as I hadn't touched her willy or her bottom for over a week, but I told her that I loved her as much as ever; it just didn't seem right to play with her sexually so soon after her recent bereavement. She smiled, kissed me and said she understood. I then realized that although I had fucked the other two children, she was still a virgin in both her lower holes. I resolved to fix that as soon as was decently possible.

The only break from hectic action was at weekends when Avril came home to reduce the load, and the only sexual activity I was able to perform during that period was with her. The children understood that I was snowed under and tired as well, and didn't press their desires for sexual contact with me, although I knew that they were doing it with each other. When Avril was home, Wendy slept downstairs on the sofa-bed; I had decided not to buy another bed until we moved to Poole; there we would have a larger house with a bedroom for each child.

After a fortnight I had managed to straighten out almost everything, and was glad just to sit down and relax. Brian's car was sold, his house was let to the Army housing agency and I had transferred all the funds to his account. Because the house was let there was no need to sell his furniture and other large items; all Grace's and Wendy's possessions were either with Wendy or otherwise disposed of, and Brian's personal effects were in a storage box at my house. Surprisingly, I had managed to keep my customer happy by sending him regular updates and additions to the program I was writing for him.

So it was that the next Monday evening after Avril had departed, I was able to declare that life was almost back to normal. School would be re-starting after the long holiday in a week's time, and then I would have the days to myself. But before that, I decided that the time had come for Wendy's deflowering. I bathed all three of them as usual and when eventually I put Wendy to bed I told her that I would be taking her virginity when I came to bed. She sounded very excited and wanted it there and then, but I told her that I wanted to do it privately and preferred to wait until the other two were asleep. Being a sensitive and sensible girl, she understood and lay in bed waiting for me.

After half an hour I looked in on Cathy and Darren; both were fast asleep. I kissed them both and received a murmur from Darren, but Cathy was a heavy sleeper and didn't stir. Then I went into my own room and found Wendy reading.

"Are you coming to bed?" she asked.

"Yes, when I've got myself ready"

A happy smile played on her face and she pushed back the duvet, opened her legs to display all her charms, and said, "I'll be waiting."

It didn't take me long to prepare for bed. A quick pee, wash cock and clean teeth, then I was ready for action. As I climbed into bed with my penis preceding me, she grasped it, tapped it lightly on the helmet and looking at it said, "Now you be a good boy for your master, he's going to fuck me for the first time." I laughed because I couldn't believe the language I had just heard from a previously innocent little girl.

She lay on her back, looking very demure, and I started by licking her little nipples. Although they were completely undeveloped, they were still sensitive and she gurgled with pleasure. As I was licking them, my hand travelled down to her quim, which felt warm and slightly sticky. She confessed that she had been pleasuring herself with her finger while waiting for me, so I told her that she wouldn't need to do that any more - I would always be there for her. She put her arms round my neck, kissed me and told me she had loved me for a long time; she had been waiting anxiously for this moment and at times had thought it would never come.

I started kissing her belly-button, and then travelled down to her snatch where I sucked her clitoris as it emerged from its hood. She reached down to grasp my penis and tugged gently on it, telling me that she wanted to suck it. I moved my body to place my cock at her mouth and was rewarded with a delicious sucking sensation as I was sucking her clitoris. I put a finger in her vagina to lubricate it, and then transferred it to her anus, putting another finger in her vagina. I pumped both fingers in and out and heard muffled squeaks from a mouth full of penis. I couldn't resist the opportunity to taste her and replaced my fingers with my tongue, first in her vagina and then in her anus. Her sucking increased to the point where I had to remove my penis from her mouth to avoid ejaculating.

"I don't want to come in your mouth, poppet, because if I do I won't be able to fuck you. Let me relax for a few minutes so that I won't come too quickly when I put it into you."

I lay on my back; just cuddling her while she kissed me and cooed in my ear. I had never known anyone as loving as this little girl, and told her so. After a while, I decided that I had recovered sufficiently to continue, and I lifted her on top of me. I told her to squat with her knees either side of my waist and to lower herself gently on to my erection. This method of first penetration had worked well with Cathy, so I hoped it would also work with Wendy although her vagina was less developed than Cathy's. I felt the wonderful pressure on my glans as it entered the tightest hole it had ever encountered, and it slid in millimetre by millimetre. Wendy's face was a picture of concentration; I asked her if it hurt and she said it was OK as long as she took it slowly. Once the helmet was fully enclosed, she rested a while and then started again. This time it slid in more easily, and soon her pussy-lips were resting on my pubic hair. The feeling was indescribable, and I had to think of car sales, cricket matches, tins of baked beans - anything to take my mind off this delightful girl who was soon going to suck me dry.

Wendy started to move her pelvis forward and back so as to massage her cervix with my glans. As soon as she started, the imaginary tins of baked beans morphed into pictures of the inside of her vagina, and I was unable to hold back my ejaculatory reflex. I filled her with so much semen that I half expected it to start flowing out of her mouth; she shuddered as her orgasm hit her, and she collapsed with her head on my chest.

We lay in that position for what seemed like eternity, then as my erection wilted and slowly slid out of her she kissed and then licked my nipples. I have never been a fan of that activity, but at this moment Wendy could do anything she wanted and I would love it. Then I felt her vagina dripping on to my pubic area and I guessed that she was leaking my semen. I reached into the drawer in the bedside table and extracted a small sweat-towel which I placed between her legs. Then I got out of bed, went to the bathroom cabinet and extracted one of Avril's tampons. I inserted it into Wendy's vagina and she smiled at me, kissed me and told me she had just had the most wonderful experience of her life. I agreed that it had also been mine, and with that we both settled down to sleep.

Early the next morning I awoke to feel a lovely sucking sensation on my helmet and looked down to see that Wendy had decided to take her pleasure whenever she wanted.

"I need to pee, poppet," I said. "If you keep doing that, all you'll get is load of pee instead of semen and I doubt that you'll like it."

"Hurry back," she replied as she released my cock. "I need you to put it inside my bottom before the others wake up."

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her. "Cathy and Darren both told me that it hurt a bit at first, but then it felt good when they were used to it."

"They told me the same thing," she replied. "They also said that I should try to push it out like a big poo because that would relax my bum-hole. I know it will hurt at first, but I also know you'll be as gentle with me as you can, and I really want to feel you in my bottom."

With this invitation ringing in my ears I ran with undue haste to the toilet. Not wanting to make a noise by flushing it, I decided to pee in the wash-basin under running water. I collected from the bathroom cabinet a tube of KY jelly that I had bought the previous day and was soon back in bed with my penis starting to rise again. I told Wendy to kneel with her bottom towards me, licked her anus lovingly, and then spread a liberal dollop of KY on my helmet and another on her anus.

Then I applied my glans to her little pink hole and started to push. I could feel her anal sphincter trying to expand, and each time it did, I pushed my helmet in a little further. Soon the complete helmet was in, and I felt her sphincter squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax, until finally it relaxed altogether so that I could slide my cock into her rectum without much difficulty. Once I had reached the full extent of my shaft, I started to pump it in and out, which resulted in a contented sigh from Wendy. I lay along her back and reached down to fondle her pussy, stroking the clitoris and obtaining another sigh as she told me she loved this feeling in her bottom almost as much as in her pussy.

I continued pumping as the flange of my helmet massaged the walls of her rectum, and soon the irresistible feeling made me spew what seemed like gallons of semen onto her bowels. She gave a little whimper and told me it felt wonderful. When my cock slid out of her bottom, she fell over on to her side in the fetal position and told me that she hadn't had such a wonderful night ever before and that she wanted me to fuck her every minute of every day.

"Much as I would like to," I told her, "I can only do it about three times a day. If I try any more often I won't be able to produce the semen you're after."

"Maybe I'm being greedy," she replied with a smile. "The other two will want their share as well."

"We will," said a voice from the open door. It was Cathy, who came over to the bed and climbed in beside Wendy. "I gather you've lost your virginity now."

"It was wonderful," replied Wendy. "Now I understand why you want sex so much. I hope we can all share Andy."

Cathy kissed her and said, "Well, you're our sister now, as good as. Darren and I intend to share everything with you, including our new Dad."

Wendy smiled dreamily and told her that life was starting to become lovely again; we were all helping her to get over the death of her mother. "But I'm still looking forward to seeing my Daddy when he comes back from 'Ganneestan."

"Of course," I said. "He's your father and we'd be very surprised if you weren't."

Darren appeared at the door, looking rather sleepy, and I told him to come and join us. So there we were, four of us in a six-foot wide bed, looking rather like Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice. It was still only five o'clock in the morning, so I suggested that we all had another couple of hours' sleep after I had washed Wendy's poo off my cock. I asked her to come with me and get rid of the fluid I had just pumped into her to stop it leaking out on to the bedclothes. I joined her in the toilet and washed my cock in the wash-basin while Wendy made little farting noises as she squeezed out my semen into the toilet. She smiled and apologized for the noise - I told her that I had also pumped air into her bottom by my actions, so her farts were inevitable. To emphasize my acceptance of her 'indiscretion' I bent down and kissed her as she sat on the toilet.

"I think I've finished," she said. "Please wipe my bottom for me."

I tore a piece of paper from the roll and did as she asked, noting that there was a combination of semen and shit on the paper, but thankfully no blood. Then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, where the other two were now asleep. I put her in bed and got in myself as she clung tightly to me. I realized then that I loved this little girl more than anything or anyone in the world.

Chapter 13

The days rolled by, and I sensed that the children were growing restless as the new school term approached. Cathy and Darren were missing their Mum, and Wendy her Dad, but all were sensible enough to know that they just had to get used to it. At last the school term started and the children had other things to occupy their fertile brains. One of my actions during the holiday had been to contact the school and explain that I would now be transporting Wendy due to the death of her mother and the absence of her father.

I delivered and collected them each school day, joining the queue of parents, which was something of an unpleasant novelty to me. I decided that we should move to Poole as soon as possible and during the day I visited estate agents. I phoned Avril and told her of my decision; she said she would look for suitable houses near a school after she had finished work each day. We discussed the price we were prepared to pay, and she said she would start looking that evening. She would ask estate agents to send details to both of us at our residences.

After several weeks of settling down to a regular routine, we finally found a house that suited us both, I sold mine and we moved to Poole just before Christmas. As there was only a week of the old school year left, I decided not to bother to install the children in their new school until the New Year. The head teacher was quite used to families that included different surnames but was a little surprised to hear that there were four different surnames in a family of five people. I explained our situation to him so that when Wendy's father appeared he wouldn't be treated as a potential child-snatcher. Wendy had been writing to him regularly every week and receiving his letters somewhat irregularly due to the Army's difficulties of communication.

At last my routine had settled into that of a married man with three children, and I loved it. As time went on, I realized that I also loved Avril, and that my life was complete. I reflected that my new and very satisfying life all stemmed from the fact that a young boy had been scared by the 3-D view of a monster with huge teeth, and I decided that I loved scary monsters.

That's the end of this story which is entirely the product of my imagination. Any person whose name corresponds with any of the characters herein may rest assured that the arm of coincidence is long; I know of no actual persons by any of these names. And if I knew of anyone by the name of Andrew Clark who had tendencies as described here, I would report him to police or similar authority.