Perverts 'R' Us

Thank You, American Airways

By Des Rathgit ( M/gg, M/bb, M/F, oral, anal )

A lonely bachelor befriends a family which is totally uninhibited, as is the daughter's best friend. As always, totally fictional - the product of imagination, not experience.

I was sitting in the air-side departure lounge at Boston Logan airport, waiting for the flight to Chicago and thence to Manchester, when I noticed a face from near my home town in Cheshire. She was fussing over two little boys, and a young girl with her was helping. I walked over to them and when she saw me she was startled, to say the least.

"Hi Sue," I said. "Nice to see a friendly face among strangers."

"Well, Bob, you're the last person I expected to see. Where did you spring from?"

So I explained that I had just completed a 6-month consultancy contract for an electronics company in Vermont, and I was on the way home. So were Sue and her children, and we would be on the same flights all the way to Manchester.

"Are these your children?" I asked. "I've only ever seen you at choral society meetings, so I didn't even know you had children."

"Yes, they're mine, and as you can see, they give me lots of trouble. Actually, nearly all the trouble comes from Jimmy and Peter. Sally here is very helpful."

"Is David with you?" I asked, and after a rather awkward silence, Sue replied, "He won't be coming home with us. He's living here in USA with a friend - a male friend."

"Are we talking gay?" I asked, hoping the children wouldn't understand the significance of that word.

"Yes, they met in an internet chat-room, and that's when David discovered his sexuality."

"That must be very hard for you to take. How long had you been married? Ten years?"

"Almost," she replied. "Sally was born just before our second anniversary, and she has just had her eighth birthday. The twins were five last July."

I introduced myself to the children. "Hi, I'm Robert Morton, but as we will be on the same flight home, you can call me Uncle Bob if you like." That earned me a pleasant smile from Sally, but the boys were too interested in fighting over the last sweet in a packet to hear me.

Sue noticed and said to them sternly, "You two mind your manners. Uncle Bob has just introduced himself to you, so please reply in the way you have been taught."

"Hullo Uncle Bob," they said simultaneously, and then returned to the much more important task of fighting over the sweet.

Sue and I chatted about choral society business for a while, with Sally looking marginally interested in the subject. "Do you sing as well, Uncle Bob?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, "Your Mum usually sits a few chairs away from me with the altos, while I sing with the tenors. The other voices are soprano for the ladies and bass for the men."

Just then, the information displays announced that we should go to the departure gate, so I picked up my one case and helped Sue with her four. The aircraft was very lightly loaded, so there were plenty of spare seats. My allocated seat was several rows away from theirs, but the stewardess was quite happy for me to move next to them. So I sat in a window seat with Sally next to me and Sue sat on the other side of the aisle with Peter and Jimmy on either side of her; the aisle seat on our side was unoccupied. I noticed that Sally was looking a little apprehensive, and I asked her if she was worried.

"I'm frightened when we start to take off," she said. "I don't like the noise or the feeling of being pushed back in my seat."

"Would you like me to hold your hand during take-off?" I suggested.

"Oh yes please, Uncle Bob." She sounded somewhat relieved.

So when the engine noise rose to a roar and acceleration started, she gripped my hand tightly and the colour drained from her face. She started sobbing, and I detached my hand from hers and put my arm round her shoulders. I produced a handkerchief and wiped her eyes.

Then the engine noise decreased, the bumping ceased and we were airborne. But Sally still looked unhappy. "I'm sorry, Uncle Bob, I've weed a little bit in my panties."

"Nothing to be ashamed of," I replied, "and it's nothing that can't be put right. When the seat-belt sign goes out, you can go to the toilet and finish what you started."

So when the sign indicated, she got out of her seat. "Will you come with me please, Uncle Bob?"

I was a bit uneasy with that request, so I explained to Sue what the problem was. Sue was busy with the boys and asked me if I would take Sally. We went to the toilets and I said to Sally, "I'll wait outside for you."

Just then, the aircraft hit some turbulence and bounced up and down for a few seconds. "Please come in with me," asked Sally, looking even more frightened.

So I went in with her. She was clinging to me, and unable to remove her knickers. I did the necessary, lifted the toilet lid, hiked her skirt up round her waist and lifted her on to the toilet seat. She was still clinging to me while she was peeing; I tore off a piece of paper and handed it to her to wipe herself. But she couldn't bear to remove one hand from me because the turbulence was causing up-and-down movement.

"Please wipe me, Uncle Bob," she said, still white-faced.

This proved a problem due to the turbulence, so I lifted her up again, put the toilet lid down and sat on it with Sally on my lap, facing away from me. I parted her legs and gently wiped her little snatch with the paper. I noticed her face as I wiped her; she seemed to settle into a dreamy state. I continued wiping much longer than necessary, and she turned to me and smiled. "That feels lovely, Uncle Bob."

The turbulence reduced and faded to nothing. "Your knickers are still wet, Sally," I said. "Do you mind leaving them off for a while?"

She nodded and I lifted her down from my lap. I folded the knickers, wrapped them in a paper towel and put them in my pocket. I flushed the toilet and we returned to our seats. Just before sitting down, I asked Sue if she had any spare knickers for Sally. "I should have remembered. She does that at times of extreme stress. Sorry you had to be troubled with her." I assured Sue that it was no trouble at all and that occasionally I'd had to do the same with my daughter, but being 18 now and living with her boyfriend she wouldn't thank me for mentioning it.

I sat in my seat with Sally next to me once more. She remarked that the seat was a bit wet, and wanted to sit on my lap. So I sat her facing the window so she could look out at the pretty clouds. I started to hold her hand, but she placed it on her thigh, opened her legs and whispered, "Please wipe me again, Uncle Bob. I feel much less frightened when you do that."

How could I resist? I sat there for almost two hours, first stroking the cheeks of her lovely little snatch, then moving into the cleft and exciting her almost indistinguishable clitoris. As her breathing became more laboured, she parted her legs further and I inserted my smallest finger into her vagina. She closed her eyes and laid her head against my chest. Even when further turbulence caused some bumping, she remained calm.

Then the stewardess announced that we would shortly be landing at Chicago, so we should fasten our seat-belts, put the seats in the upright position and stow our bags under the seats. I smoothed Sally's skirt to its normal position, lifted her off my lap, put her in her seat and fastened her seat-belt. She started to panic again, so when the stewardess approached, I explained Sally's problem and asked if I might keep her on my lap during landing. "As long as you hold on to her tightly, I don't see a problem," she replied, "But please don't tell anyone, or I might lose my job."

I assured her that I had no intention of repaying her kindness with vindictiveness, and lifted Sally on to my lap again. My hand returned to its previous position in her crotch and she settled with that dreamy look on her face again. The different sounds of the landing sequence caused her no problem at all, and when the aircraft rolled to a stop I lifted her off my lap.

As we made for the exit, Sally insisted on holding my hand. When we walked past the stewardess, I gave her a little smile and thanked her warmly. I told her that we were going to have the same problem on the flight to Manchester, and she said quietly, "I may be able to help you," with a conspiratorial smile.

Sue noticed the closeness between Sally and me. "She's really taken a shine to you," she said. "She misses her Daddy so much, and you seem to have become the substitute." I assured her that I was very happy with that arrangement, but didn't mention the reason for Sally's calmness during landing.

We moved to the departure lounge for the second leg of our journey, and went through the usual procedural aggravation before boarding the Boeing 767 aircraft. The stewardess told me I could move to sit with Sally as on the previous leg, and when we were seated she leaned over to me and said privately that I could put Sally on my lap for take-off and landing. I then realised that the previous stewardess had been as good as her unspoken word.

Sally still wore no knickers, and when take-off time came she again put my hand into her crotch. I inserted a finger into her vagina again and she kissed me. We stayed like that during climb-out, and when the seat-belt sign went out she said she wanted to go to the toilet again. I looked over at Sue and received a smile of understanding. We entered the toilet cubicle and I was about to lift Sally on to the seat when she said quietly, "I don't want to wee, Uncle Bob, I just want you to see my kitty again and to see yours."

Invitations of that sort are few and far between, so I stood her on the toilet lid, lifted her skirt and licked her hairless little pussy. The taste was nectar, and Sally obviously enjoyed it as well. Then she said, "Can I see yours now? Daddy never let me see his, and he never touched me the way you do." I thought that since her Dad was a practising homosexual, he was unlikely to be interested in little-girl snatches. I sat her down again, slid my zipper down and extracted a very hard love-muscle from its prison. Sally looked at it in amazement and said, "It's huge. I've only seen my brothers' willies and they are tiny. Can I lick it like you did to me?" I told her that in fact my dick was slightly smaller than the average size as stated in the more serious pages on the internet. The thought of even a minor blow-job from this delectable little child almost made me ejaculate there and then, but I managed to avoid it temporarily. "You might like to suck it as though sucking your thumb," I told her.

Her lips closed around the helmet and her tongue played across it. I was in heaven, and couldn't avoid the final ejaculation. But just to be on the safe side, I pulled out of her mouth and shot the baby-juice into my cupped hand. She watched this in further amazement and asked why I was weeing into my hand. "It's not wee," I said. "This is what makes babies when it goes inside a woman."

"If I taste it, will it make a baby in me?" she asked.

"Oh no. It will have to go inside your vagina to do that, and then only when you have grown up a bit. When you start your periods in a few years' time, it will be possible."

She dipped her finger into the pool of semen and licked it. "It tastes funny," she said, "but I think it's nice." Then she pulled my cupped hand towards her and dipped her tongue in the pool, licking most of it from my hand. "I'll give it to you directly into your mouth next time," I told her, which brought a happy smile.

She noticed that my erection had subsided and she wanted to give me another blow-job, but I told her that it would be a while before I could produce any more. We reassembled our dress to a normal everyday state and returned to our seat. Sue by this time was dozing, with an arm around each twin. Sally returned to her favourite position on my lap, moved my hand to her crotch again and settled down to sleep.

Being unable to do very much else, I dozed off as well. I was awakened by the stewardess who said she was now serving meals, so I woke Sally and sat her in her own seat. The meal came and went, both of us doing some justice to American Airlines' genius catering, which we actually found quite acceptable despite rumours to the contrary.

I looked across the aisle and saw that Sue was taking the two boys to the toilet. Sally also noticed and asked if we could go soon. Knowing what Sally had in mind, I smiled in blissful anticipation of the pleasure to come. When Sue returned, I told her that Sally wanted the toilet after drinking a large orangeade, and suggested that she might take Sally while I looked after the boys. "I don't think Sally would like that," she said with a chuckle. "Her expression when you suggested it would have driven daggers into me."

So we trudged up the aisle to the toilet again, where Sally eagerly pulled down my zipper and extracted a very excited penis from its hiding-place. I sat her on the toilet seat and she started sucking almost immediately. The exquisite touch of her mouth started a pre-ejaculation feeling, but I managed to hold off again so that I could give her some attention. I pulled out of her mouth and silenced her objection by telling her that she could continue soon, but it was time for something else that she would enjoy. I lifted her skirt, spread her legs and dipped my tongue into that delicious little groove which she had hitherto only used for urination. She mewed with delight and lifted her legs even higher, giving me access to her little pink anal strawberry. Needing no second invitation, my tongue administered a strong dose of licking to that delightful place, and Sally almost fainted.

Not wanting to cause too much concern about the length of time spent in the toilet, I returned my helmet to her luscious lips and was rewarded with more sucking. This time I didn't try to hold back, but squirted my semen into her lovely mouth. She continued to suck until all was spent, and I watched her swallow it. "I loved my Daddy, but I love you more," she said seriously. "Can you come and live with us?"

I told her that I had my own home not far away from hers. Then I kissed her, put our clothing back on and returned to our seats.

At last came landing-time. As before, Sally sat on my lap with my finger in her vagina and the landing went without a hitch. I caught a cryptic glance from Sue and thought that if she guessed what was going on, she might report me to the police. Visions of public trial and humiliation flashed through my mind. But then her look changed to a sweet smile and she said, "I don't think Sally will let go of you any time soon. You may have to pry her hand away from you."

We went through the normal reception procedures at the airport terminal, and then found a taxi to take us to our respective homes. Since my company was paying my expenses, I wouldn't hear of any financial contribution from Sue. We lived only half a mile apart; I decided to take them home first so that I could help with the children. Sally started crying when I told her that I would have to go to my own home now, but cheered up a bit when I said I might see them all later. Sue and I exchanged phone numbers, and then it was back into the taxi and home for me. I paid the driver's extortionate fee and collected a receipt from him for my expense claims.

*

Being somewhat jet-lagged, I decided to have a few hours' sleep before contemplating the rest of my life. I phoned my boss who was very familiar with problems of jet-lag, and suggested that I should not consider returning to work until the following Monday. That gave me nearly a week to recover and put all work-related affairs in order, ready to start a new contract.

It seemed that my head had hardly touched the pillow when the phone rang. It was Sue, telling me that Jimmy was feeling poorly, and she would have to take him to the doctor. "I know it's a bit of an imposition, but you would be doing me a huge favour if you could look after Sally for a few hours. I'll take Peter to the doc as well, as anything Jimmy catches usually reaches Peter soon afterwards."

I groaned inwardly, but told her that I would be very pleased to co-operate. "It might be a good idea if Sally and I caught a few hours of sleep after the long flight," I said. "I have a spare bedroom where she can sleep."

"That's a good idea," she replied. "I'll bring her night-clothes so that she can be more comfortable."

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang and Sue appeared with Sally. "I don't know what I would have done without you," she said. "I'm thinking that chickenpox may be the problem. I had it as a child, but Sally hasn't had it yet, and the thought of three of them at the same time gives me the shakes."

I replied that I also had it as a child, so that if Sally were a carrier it shouldn't bother me. With that, Sue smiled, turned, waved and her taxi drove away. As soon as I closed the door, Sally threw her arms around my neck, heaved herself up and locked her legs around my waist. I held her up by her bottom, and was rather surprised to find that my hands were touching bare skin.

"You naughty girl, you're not wearing any knickers," I said. "Bad girls get their botties smacked." With that, I put her over my knee, slapped her gently on each buttock, and was rewarded with "Ooh, ouch," as she burst into simulated tears. She couldn't hold the pretence for long, and the tears gave way to uncontrollable giggles. When my finger lightly stroked her anus and her snatch, she quieted down immediately and held my hand.

"I was about have a bath and go to bed when your Mum called," I told her.

"Oh goody, can I share the bath with you, like I do with Mummy sometimes?"

"I think that's probably a good idea," I replied, and carried her upstairs to the bathroom where I ran the water into the large Jacuzzi-style bath.

"It's nearly as big as a swimming-pool," she remarked. "We could get the whole family in here together and you as well." I suggested that I might go and fetch them all for a bath, and she laughed.

I undressed both of us, stepped into the bath and lifted her in with me. As I put her down into the water, she knelt down and took hold of my penis. She peeled the foreskin back and licked the helmet. "I do this to Peter and Jimmy sometimes," she said. "It makes them smile and giggle and their willies get stiff. I once saw Mummy doing it as well." That gave me pause for thought, and I filed the snippet of information away for possible future use.

"I can't let you get away with that," I told her, stood her up and squatted down in the bath, my face level with her beautiful Venus-lips. I spread her legs and my tongue traced a path from her navel down to her vagina. She clasped her hands around my neck and pulled me in towards her.

I decided that I was going to give her some extra stimulation, so I asked her, "When did you last have a poo?" She looked puzzled and replied, "Just after we got home."

"OK," I said. "I'm going to clean your bottom inside as well as outside. You'll see why soon." And with that, I asked her to bend over and hold her bottom-cheeks apart.

"Are you going to put something into my bottom?" she asked. "That's right," I replied, "just my finger at first, and you will love it."

So I coated my forefinger with soap and gently inserted it into her anus as far as the first knuckle. "How does that feel?" I asked.

"A little bit like I'm pooing," she replied. "It feels nice. But I liked it best when you licked my bottom on the aeroplane."

"I'll be doing that later," I promised her. "For now, I want to make it nice and clean, both outside and inside. You can help by trying to push my finger out as though it were a poo, which will help it go in more easily."

She did as I asked, and my finger slid in all the way without difficulty. I pumped it in and out, and she responded with "Ooh, that feels lovely."

I repeated the soaping operation a few more times until my finger came out clean. Then I soaped her anus, bringing a further sigh of contentment. To complete that phase of the operation, I sat her down in the bath to rinse.

I washed the rest of her body, paying particular attention to the exciting little cleft of Venus, which made her wriggle with pleasure. After washing myself, I picked her up and stepped out of the bath. I towelled us both dry, collected a tube of KY from the bathroom cabinet, then took her by the hand and led her into my bedroom. "Are we going to sleep together now?" she asked. "I expect we will sleep later," I replied, "but there are some very exciting things that we are going to do first."

Turning the duvet and top sheet down, I placed Sally on her back. I drew her towards me, opened her legs and started to tongue her snatch. As I licked, her breathing grew heavier, she started mewing like a kitten and tried to thrust herself towards me. When my tongue entered her vagina, she started shaking and cried, "Oh Daddy, that's wonderful!"

The unintentional change of address didn't escape me, but I left that until later. I continued pushing my tongue into her vagina past the hymen, which seemed to melt away. My tongue continued its journey for its full length into her vagina, and I tasted the offerings of her lubricating glands. After licking the walls of her vagina a few times, I withdrew, lifted her legs further and transferred my attentions to her anus. This time, the muscular sphincter gave considerable resistance, but by continued pressure my tongue entered her rectum and resulted in more mewing of delight. While I was tonguing her rectum, I started to stroke her clitoris, and she shuddered again.

"Oh Daddy, I can't stand it, it's so wonderful," she cried. "I never knew my bottom could feel so good." She was writhing this way and that, to the extent that my tongue kept slipping out of her anus. "Ooh, don't stop," she gasped. "I love your tongue in my bottom."

Afer a while, my tongue started to ache from its unaccustomed activity. I slowly withdrew and kissed her vulva, which by now had become swollen and reddened. She must have had some sort of orgasm, because she lay in what appeared to be a post-coital stupor. "Have you had enough?" I whispered to her. Her reply startled me. "Oh no, Daddy, are you going to fuck me now?"

"I think I'd better start with your bottom," I said. "That way you will still be a virgin afterwards."

"Yes please," she said with a smile. "If it's as nice as your tongue."

"I expect it will be even better, but it may hurt a little at first. When I put my cock in your bottom, try to push it out as you did with my finger in the bath. That way it should slide in quite easily and you will quickly get used to it. It's all pleasure after that."

I turned her over on to her stomach and applied a goodly blob of KY to her anus. I worked it in with my finger, which drew another sigh of satisfaction. More KY on the end of my penis, and I was ready. I closed the foreskin over my glans and applied the tip to her anus, pressing in gently. I felt her sphincter relax as she bore down; the helmet, foreskin and all quickly gained entrance to the holiest of holies. I held there for a few minutes to let her get used to the intruding organ, then felt her hand on my buttock trying to pull me in. Needing no further encouragement, I slowly pushed forwards until my pubic hair was hard against her coccyx. "It's in all the way!" she informed me. "Let me get used to it. I feel as though I want to poo."

Laying myself gently along her back, I reached under her with one hand and stroked her clitoris. This had the expected effect, and her sphincter tightened and released a few times.

I started to pump my shaft in and out of her rectum, drawing more mewing sounds from her throat. She reached back and held her buttocks further apart as she tried to draw more of my length into her rectum. A few more clenches of her sphincter brought me to my climax, and I shot stream after stream into her hungry bowels. She felt it happening, and remarked that nothing could feel better.

After my penis had subsided and shrunk to normal flaccid dimensions, I slowly withdrew it from her rectum, although she was making the task more difficult and more pleasurable by contracting her sphincter in an effort to stop me withdrawing. But finally I managed, and her little pinkish-brown pucker slowly closed as I watched. After a final lick and kiss on her anus the contract was completed. She lay on her side with a blissful smile on her face and said, "I love you so much, and I've wanted to call you Daddy since you first held my hand on the plane. I hope you don't mind."

"I think it's lovely, but it's better that you only call me that when we're alone."

"OK," she said. "The rest of the time I'll call you Uncle Bob."

I now had to turn to more practical matters. "I think it would be best if you sat on the toilet and got rid of the package I've just given you, otherwise it might leak on to the sheets. I'll wash my cock at the same time."

So we went to the bathroom together, then returned to bed and settled down. I cuddled her and soon we were both fast asleep.

*

We awoke after a couple of hours and went downstairs for something to eat. As we were sitting in the lounge, Sally on my lap, the phone rang. It was Sue with some bad news - the boys both had chicken-pox, although Peter was not yet showing full symptoms. But the doctor had diagnosed both of them, so I suggested that Sally could live with me for a couple of weeks until the emergency was over.

"Oh, I can't impose on you like that," she exclaimed. "Don't you have to go to work?"

"I can swing it with my boss, I'm sure. I sometimes work at home at the beginning of a new job, when I'm planning the work schedules. As regards Sally, she's a terrible nuisance, but I'll just tie her to the fence outside, that'll keep her quiet." That brought an indignant squeal from Sally and a chuckle from Sue. "She really has taken to you, and I can't imagine a better compensation for the loss of her father."

Then Sue started to talk seriously and somewhat hesitantly. "There's another thing you could help me with, and I can guarantee you and Sally will both enjoy it. The fact is that although Sally is only eight, I'm pretty sure that she will start puberty sometime next year. I did at age nine, and so did my mother and grandmother, so it's almost a genetic certainty. I need her to be introduced properly to the practical side of sex before she starts puberty, because after that I expect that all the boys will be trying to get into her knickers, and some will succeed.

"I don't want her first sexual experience to be a quick in-and-out from a fellow teenager which will probably leave her frustrated and angry and thinking that sex is horrible. That's what happened to me, and I'm determined it won't happen to Sally. She thinks the world of you, and if you're careful and gentle I'm sure you will be doing a lot of good, despite the legal objections. The only physical problem will be if you're hung like a horse. But please tell me if you don't want to do it."

"I see the problem," I replied, "and I'm not hung like a horse, nor a hamster. More like a Jack Russell terrier."

That caused a laugh of relief. "I'm sure it's not that small, but thanks for reassuring me."

"I will do as you ask, and I fully accept the terrible burden. Sex is only enjoyable for me when both of us are enjoying it. I can't understand the cave-man attitude that some men seem to have. I'll make sure that she will be over the moon when it happens."

"I'm very grateful to you. There is no-one I would rather take her virginity than you, and I know she feels the same way."

Hanging the phone up, I turned to Sally. "Your Mum wants me to introduce you to sex and make sure you enjoy it. There won't be any need to keep it secret from her now, just from everyone else. Because if a teacher or other adult finds out, I may be sent to prison, I may die there, and you will certainly never see me again."

That caused immediate consternation. "But I want you to do it, and I love you so much."

I had to explain that according to our topsy-turvy system of justice, a child of her age is unable to make a proper decision, so that what we had already enjoyed was defined as statutory rape. "It makes no difference whether I attacked and forced you into it or whether you begged me to do it. I don't expect you to understand. It's just the law, and the law can sometimes be grossly unfair, especially when it's proposed by a lot of prudish old women of both sexes and supported by politicians and news editors jumping on to bandwagons." She looked puzzled at my little outburst, but I decided not to dig myself in any deeper. I just kissed her and she relaxed.

We sat there for a while, not speaking, just cuddling. My thoughts were of the pleasure we would soon both be enjoying; I looked down at Sally and discovered that she was fast asleep. She was obviously still jet-lagged, so I carried her upstairs and laid her on the bed where we had recently experienced some of the excitement of sexual intercourse. Then I went downstairs again to phone my boss and explain the new problem. I thanked him for his generous offer of a free holiday for the rest of the week, but suggested that I should go in for a couple of hours the next day to collect the required information about the new contract. I asked if I could bring Sally with me, and he agreed that Mary, his very motherly secretary, would be delighted to accommodate her for the duration. I insisted to Sally that she wear her knickers, at least while we were out of the house.

When I sat in my boss's office, I suggested that I should work in the evenings and look after Sally during the day. I would submit a progress report each morning and he was happy with that, as there was no immediate urgency to get the job completed. "But I fully expect a 32-hour day from you when you return to work properly," he said. I smiled and left his office.

Mary was busy entertaining Sally with some hand-games. "Your new young friend is delightful," she said. "I hope you bring her more often." I replied that unfortunately she would probably cause more trouble than she was worth, not by being naughty but just by being there. A sigh from Mary signified understanding.

We returned home and I phoned Sue to update her on arrangements so far. She was still nursing a sense of gratitude towards me, and then informed me that if she saw another chicken-pox spot, she would scream. Both boys were now covered in them, and she was running out of calamine lotion. I told her I would get some from the chemist for her, and at the same time Sally and I could do her other essential shopping.

I made a list of Sue's requirements and took Sally to the supermarket to buy them and I did my own shopping at the same time. Sally felt very grown-up as she acted the part of my wife, saying "You only need a few grams of this, it will go bad quickly," and other comments she had obviously heard while shopping with her Mum. We took Sue's shopping home to her; she suggested that we should remain outside the house for our own safety. She had packed some items of clothing and other essentials for Sally, which she handed to me through the front door. She wouldn't even take Sally's hand in case she passed on the infection.

Sally looked a bit glum as we drove home; she was obviously missing the family life she was used to, but I told her that she would still have me for company and she smiled. We unloaded all the things we had brought home and I decided to make us some lunch. After lunch I sat Sally at my computer and showed her some of the children's games sites that would keep her quiet while I did some essential household chores and then continued with my work for the company.

*

The next few days passed fairly uneventfully, the highlight of each day being bath-time followed by bedtime, when I read her a story. Surprisingly, she didn't insist on sexual activity when I washed her; I assumed that she would take life as it came, which seemed rather an adult attitude to adopt. She still slept in my bed, and I joined her late into each night after fulfilling my obligations to the company. I had already decided that I would take her virginity when we both felt that the time was right.

So it was that the following Saturday evening, I had just bathed Sally and we decided to watch a rather romantic movie on the TV. She was sitting on my lap as usual and when the movie ended she was obviously affected by the story she had just seen. I carried her upstairs to bed and I knew that the time was now right for her introduction to the joys of copulation. I removed all my clothes and lay on my back on the bed, then lifted her on top of me with our heads next to each other's crotch, 69-fashion. I parted her legs and started licking her clitoris and vagina, with my finger caressing her anus. She responded by taking my penis into her mouth and carefully working her finger around my anus. We lay there for several minutes enjoying each other's sensations, then I applied some KY to her vaginal entrance, lifted her off me and reversed her position. "Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. "I think the best way is for you to sit on top and guide my cock into your vagina at a pace which best suits you, then when you're ready I will take over. I assure you it will be even better than when I put it in your bottom."

She did as I suggested and I felt my helmet penetrate her vagina, slowly, slowly, and with ever-greater constriction. It felt wonderful to me, but I noticed the discomfort on Sally's face, so I suggested that she wait a while. She must have thought I wanted her to try again several months later, and she said, "No way, I want to do it now. Please don't stop me, Daddy."

"I didn't mean you to stop altogether, just stay where you are and let your vagina get used to my cock." She looked relieved at that, but the relentless pressure continued until her clitoris was resting on my pubic hair.

"Oh Daddy, it's in me all the way. It feels a little bit uncomfortable, but the pain has gone."

I lifted her up to pull out of her, and she squealed. "Oh don't take it out yet, I was starting to enjoy it." I assured her that her pleasure was only just starting, and turned her on to her back for the missionary position. Then I re-applied my dangerous weapon and pushed it home quite easily. This time she lay with a blissful smile, spreading her legs as far as she could. I started pumping and diddled her clitoris with my thumb. Her eyes closed, her breathing became laboured and the mewing started. As my pumping increased, so did her mewing. Then all too soon I felt her vaginal muscles squeeze and relax, squeeze and relax, so I knew she was near to an orgasm. The constrictions on my penis were so pleasurable that I was unable to restrain from ejaculating, and she received several squirts of prime quality semen. I continued pumping as I was squirting, and her eyes suddenly opened wide, her back arched and her whole body shook violently. I lay down over her and she put her arms round my chest and her legs round my thighs and squeezed.

"Oh Daddy, that was the best feeling I've ever had. I can't believe I've been fucked now. I want to tell the world, but I know I can't tell anyone except Mummy, or maybe my best friend." She smothered my face with kisses and then continued, "I wish my real Daddy had been as wonderful as you. He was nice, but you give me such lovely feelings."

After I withdrew, she wanted to suck my very sensitive penis, which I knew would give me some discomfort instead of pleasure. When I told her, she was very apologetic, so I explained the reason for my discomfort and told her it would be OK by morning. I fetched a tissue from the drawer in my bedside table and gently wiped the entrance to her vagina, which was dripping slightly.

Our sexual activity had tired us both out completely, so I pulled the bedclothes over us, turned out the light and we slept.

*

I awoke in the morning to find that Sally had disappeared. Then I noticed that the "in use" light on the phone was on; she was using the phone downstairs. I got out of bed, dressed and went down to the lounge, where Sally looked up at me with a broad smile on her face. "Mummy," she said, "he's here now. Do you want to talk to him?" Then she handed me the phone.

"Hi Sue," I said, "How are you this fine morning?"

"Much better for hearing you and for receiving Sally's news. I'm so glad you did it, and Sally is ecstatic."

"Well, we aim to please," I replied. "To tell the truth, she was wonderful as well. She's a natural, but I don't mean that she will be a lady of easy virtue, just that she will make a future husband very happy. I'm not sure whether you want me to continue with what we've been doing, just tell me if you don't."

Her reply was a little laugh. "If I forbade you to continue, I think Sally would lynch me. I know she can take as much as you can give her."

"I was hoping you'd say that. Believe me, the pleasure works both ways, but I'm sure you know that. I'm just sorry that your situation is one of loss at the moment. Anyway, I'm about to make breakfast for us both."

"Well, I wanted to mention just one more thing first. I've had a phone call from my mother; she wanted me to take the children to see her before she goes into hospital for an operation. But with the twins and their chicken-pox I don't think it would be a good idea at the moment, and by the time they are no longer infectious, she will have had her operation but it may then be unsafe to take them for several weeks. After that she'll be on chemotherapy, which will make things worse. The only solution I can see is to take Sally to see her if you could possibly put up with the twins for a couple of days. Their spots are gone, but I daren't take them in case Mum catches something from them."

"That's OK," I said, "I understand the situation and I'd be glad to help. Pack up some things for them and I'll come and fetch them. Give me your mother's phone number so I can call you if necessary. Do you want to continue talking to Sally, or shall I hang up?"

"Just a quickie if you don't mind." I handed the phone back to Sally and started to make breakfast. When she had finished on the phone, she joined me in the kitchen, stood behind me and put her arms round my waist.

"I told Mummy that I've been calling you Daddy, and she didn't mind. I wish I could call you that for real," she said wistfully. "I don't know what Mummy's going to do now my real Daddy has gone."

"Well, I expect she'll cope somehow," I said amid crackles and pops of frying bacon. "I'll give her what help I can. You may not know it, but I've known her for a few years. We've been in different choral societies together. I'm already helping her by putting up with you, and it's an awful job for me."

That earned me an immediate slap on the bottom, which nearly caused a spillage of frying fat. I turned round, picked her up and cuddled her. "Don't believe everything I say, not if you want to stay alive."

After breakfast, I took Sally to her home and exchanged her for a pair of rather boisterous twin boys, along with a case containing their clothes and personal effects. I drove them to the railway station, kissed a somewhat tearful Sally goodbye and told her I would see her in a few days. Sue told me that it was perfectly all right for me to bathe the twins, and maybe I should consider giving them the same treatment as I had given Sally. That rather startled me until she told me that she and her husband had been pleasuring them for a while, although she only allowed him to penetrate them with his finger, and his cock had to stay behind his zipper when the children were anywhere near. Perhaps I could try going all the way with them though, she suggested. With these words ringing in my ears, I drove home with Jimmy and Peter in the back of the car. I wasn't used to looking after boys, but decided to make the best of it.

Surprisingly, after they arrived home with me, they were very well-behaved. I had assumed that they would always be fighting and would have to pry them apart, but that was not the case. They were very interested in my house, and particularly in my computer, which I set up for them. I left them to it and went to make a drink for all of us. When I returned, I was amazed to see that they were watching a screenful of naked men. I asked how they found them, and Peter said, "My Dad was always watching this screen and I noticed how he found it." This was a five-year-old boy! "And he watched another picture which showed men putting their willies into other men's bottoms."

Jimmy wanted to know if I did things like that, and I assured him that I never had done it with a man. "Can you do it with me then?" he asked, and Peter piped up, "and me!"

"We'll see this evening when I've bathed you. Did your Dad do that to you?"

"No," replied Peter. "Mum wouldn't let him, but she wouldn't tell us why. She wouldn't even let us see his willy. But he and Mum did suck our willies, and that felt great! Sally did it as well once." I was surprised that she hadn't mentioned it to me. I decided to keep that to myself, as Sally may have been ashamed of it.

"Perhaps I'll do the same," I said, "but not if you're going to tell anyone else about it."

"We've never told anyone. Mum and Dad said it was private, and if we told, we would all get into serious trouble."

I decided that I wouldn't wait for bath-time, and told Jimmy to stand in front of me so that I could take his pants off. He didn't need a second invitation, but started to do it himself. Peter followed suit, and I was left with the wonderful sight of two five-year-old erections pointing at me. I took one in each hand, peeled back each little foreskin and licked the helmets alternately. Squeals of joy were my immediate reward, and then Peter wanted to see my cock. I decided that the computer room was not the best place for this activity and carried them, one in each arm, up to the bedroom. Once there I quickly stripped off and also removed the remaining clothing from the twins. I climbed on to the bed and the boys joined me. They both stared at my erection, and I invited both of them to touch it.

I changed position so that I was kneeling with my head towards the foot of the bed and the boys' heads towards the pillows. In this way I could take each little penis into my mouth and they could play with mine. I started sucking Peter and stroked Jimmy's cocklet. Then I swapped over to give each boy maximum pleasure. I felt two hands on my penis and saw that both boys were enjoying the feel of it.

Wanting some action on my own weapon, I turned over and lay on my back with it pointing to the ceiling. I asked Peter to lick it, which he did, and then Jimmy joined him. The pleasure of a little tongue on each side of my helmet made me feel that I would soon be ejaculating. I wanted to keep this little tableau going as long as possible, so I closed my foreskin over the glans and suggested we wait for a few seconds. Jimmy wanted to know why, so I told him that I didn't want to cum too soon. "What does that mean?" he asked, and I explained about sperm and egg and women's reproductive parts. I told him that pee came out of my cock only when I was peeing; what would soon come out was semen, and that was intended to make a baby.

"But we're boys," said Jimmy, "We can't have babies, can we?"

I then told him that the reason I didn't want to cum too soon was that if I did I wouldn't be able to again for several hours. I wanted them both to suck my cock the way I had sucked theirs. Peter's immediate reaction was to grasp my cock again and start sucking it with the foreskin still in place. I asked him to peel it back and lick and suck the helmet. While he was doing this, I sucked Jimmy's cock. It didn't take long for the familiar pre-ejaculation feeling to start in my loins.

"If you don't want me to cum in your mouth, Peter, take it out."

He may as well have been deaf for all the notice he took, and within seconds I was pumping my semen into his mouth. A look of surprise crossed his face, but he continued to suck and swallow for as long as I continued ejaculating. He said it tasted nice, then he opened his mouth and showed Jimmy what the semen looked like. Jimmy was very interested, and he wanted to know if I was going to put some of it in their bottoms. "Yes, if you want me to," I replied.

"I want you to," he said, and Peter agreed. The he had a further thought. "Could I put my willy in Jimmy's bottom, or yours?"

"I doubt if it would be long enough to get into mine," I said, "but you might manage Jimmy's later. Let's not do any more until you have both had a bath and got yourselves clean. A dirty bottom is not very nice to touch, but you will both be OK when I've washed your bottoms inside as well as outside. I think you should both have a poo before you bath this evening, then we'll continue where we left off."

*

Our activities had taken us up to lunchtime, and both boys were hungry. I had some pizza left from the previous day, and the boys tucked into it with relish after I had warmed it in the microwave. Afterwards, I phoned the number Sue had given me, and she answered it. Her mother was in bed, having a rather bad time with her cancer, so I decided to leave Sue to look after her. She passed the phone to Sally, and we chatted for a while. "Have you bathed Jimmy and Peter yet, Daddy?" she asked impishly.

"I'll put you over my knee and smack your botty for that when I next see you," I chuckled. "Twice on each cheek and then something else in the middle."

"It's the 'something else' I want," she said. "I can't wait." Then she said quietly, "I love you, Daddy." That brought a lump to my throat, and another to my pants. "I'll see you soon, and then we can show each other how much."

After lunch, I took the twins to the park where there were swings, a slide and sundry other toys for kids. The place was pretty well populated, but they had no difficulty getting on to the features they preferred. One play-partner they met was Rachel Willis, a special friend of Sally's, who asked where Sally was. She was a little disappointed when she heard the answer, but decided to play with them anyway. I saw Peter point to me and heard him say, "That's Uncle Bob over there. He's looking after us while Mum's away."

She came over to me and said, "Hallo, Uncle Bob. Can I call you that?"

"By all means," I replied. "Since you're a friend of Sally's, I'm very pleased to meet you." I then went on to explain why Sally wasn't with us, and that she should be back in a few days.

After a couple of hours of playtime, the twins were a little tired, so I took them home. They were used to having a sleep in the afternoon, so I took their shoes and pants off and tucked them into their bed. Then I went downstairs to have a rest before the expected hard work in the coming evening.

I had just started doing some of my company work when the doorbell rang. It was Rachel, who said that her Dad was out, and could she come in to use the toilet. I showed her where it was, and she asked me to come in with her. I was a bit surprised at that, but she said the Sally had told her about what had happened on the aeroplane. "My Dad only washes my willy," she said plaintively. "He did lick me there once, but after his girlfriend Janet moved in with us, he doesn't do it anymore. Would you wipe me after I've weed?"

I didn't need much encouragement, so I decided to do the job properly, removing her knickers and watching her little stream of urine as well. Then I treated her as I had treated Sally, by putting her on my lap, facing away from me, and wiping her gently. When I judged that she was dry, I lifted her off my lap, put the toilet lid down and sat her on it. Then I lifted and spread her legs and started licking her sweet little snatch. "Ooh," she said, "That feels lovely. Is that what you did to Sally?"

"One of the things," I replied, and the obvious follow-up question came. "What else did you do to her?"

"I can't tell you now, I'll have to leave that for another day because the boys will be waking soon. When Sally returns I'll show you."

She kissed me and said, "I wish my Dad was as nice as you."

I returned her kiss and said, "That's very sweet of you, Rachel. I can tell we're going to have some fun when Sally comes home."

I let her out of the front door just as I heard crying from upstairs. Peter had just had a bad dream, so I cuddled him and told him that I would protect him from those nasty creatures that frightened him. His crying had woken Jimmy. "Will you cuddle me and protect me too?" he asked.

"Of course, that's one of the things I'm here for."

He took my hand and smiled at me. "I'm glad you're looking after us," he said.

I dressed then both and took them downstairs to watch their favourite cartoon channel. While they were watching, I warmed the last of the pizza and when the programme had finished I sat them at the table and joined them for our evening meal. I found some ice cream in the freezer, so I gave them that as a treat.

At last it was bath-time, to which they had both been looking forward. I asked Peter to have a poo in the downstairs toilet and took Jimmy upstairs to do the same. While they were doing that, I ran the bath. Peter came running upstairs and proclaimed that he had done a big poo, and had wiped his bottom. I checked it, and noted that he hadn't wiped it very well, there was plenty of brown evidence. However, it didn't matter too much as he was going to have it attended to properly. Jimmy came out and I inspected his bottom; it was almost totally clean. I asked him if he had done anything and he replied that he had done two poos. "But I wiped my bottom three times," he said proudly.

I put them in the bath and washed them in the usual way. Then I paid special attention to their little cocks, noting the immediate erection on both of them. Back went the foreskins and I sucked Jimmy's miniature helmet, followed by Peter's. Then I turned Peter round, told him to bend over and washed his anus. I soaped my finger thoroughly and inserted it into his rectum, pumping it in and out, much to his delight. While he was bent over, he sucked Jimmy's cock, causing similar delight. When at last my finger came out the same colour as it had gone in, I sat him down in the water and rinsed his anus.

Jimmy received the same treatment and sucked Peter's cocklet in the process.

I lifted them out of the bath and dried them. Then I took them in their nakedness to my bed, as I had done with Sally. I undressed myself and got on to the bed with them. I told Jimmy to kneel and pushed his shoulders down as far as possible so that his delicious little pucker was exposed to maximum extent. I started licking his anus, which looked for all the world like a little brown prune, but tasted much nicer. "Ooh," he said, "That's a great feeling." I noticed that the pleasure in his rectum had manifested itself in a considerable erection, and squeezed it gently. Peter was watching, applied his penis to Jimmy's mouth and received the expected sucking. Naturally, when I had finished I switched the two of them and repeated the operation.

Then came the time for anal penetration by my penis. I fetched the KY from the drawer in the bedside table and lubricated both thoroughly. I decided to fuck Peter first, but to ejaculate into Jimmy, as Peter had received my semen orally that morning. I coated my helmet with a liberal dose of KY, put some more on to Peter's anus and applied the glans to his anus. I told him, as I had told Sally previously, that it would be much easier if he tried to push my penis out of him as though it were a big poo. This he did, and the helmet slid in without much difficulty. Jimmy was watching, enthralled. "Oh Peter," he said, "his willy is going into your bottom."

Peter already knew this, of course, and said, "It's even better than when he put his tongue in there. Can you push it in further, Uncle Bob?"

"I'll take it slowly, Peter. I don't want to hurt you. Don't worry, it will go in all the way."

So I gently pushed my penis further into his bowels, pulling it out a little in between thrusts. The pleasure in my cock was amazing, and I had to concentrate hard to avoid ejaculating. When it was finally home, with my pubic hair touching his buttocks, I left it there without moving for a couple of minutes. Peter's anal sphincter started to pulsate, which gave me additional pleasure, so to avoid ejaculating I terminated the operation and pulled out. Then I went to the bathroom and gave my whole penis a thorough wash to ensure that I would not give Jimmy an infection which could possibly result from mixing their intestinal flora.

I returned to the bedroom and told Jimmy that it was now his turn, and I would fuck him properly and ejaculate into his bowels. His face was a picture of anticipation. As with Peter, I lubricated his anus with a large dollop of KY and did the same with my penis. I decided to have him in a different position, so I turned him over on to his back, lifted his legs and spread them with his knees level with his chest. I applied my helmet to his anus, reminding him of the need to push a big poo out. My penis slid into his rectum more easily than with Peter, and while I was inserting it I played with his erect cocklet. Peter decided to help, removed my hand and started sucking Jimmy's cock. Jimmy was obviously in heaven, and started to mew like a kitten, just as Sally had done. I pumped the whole length of my penis in and out; he closed his eyes, his body shuddered and I knew he was having a five-year-old's equivalent of an orgasm. His sphincter clenched and unclenched on my shaft until I felt my groin driving the semen into his bowels.

"Oh, I can feel it squirting into me," he cried. "It feels wonderful."

I left my length in his rectum until it had completely softened, and then pulled it out slowly. "Thank you, Uncle Bob," he said, "that was the best feeling I've ever had."

They were both tired after this unaccustomed mode of exertion, so I took them both to their own bed, tucked them in and kissed them goodnight. Then I went downstairs to phone Sue and Sally.

Sally answered the phone and she sounded delighted to hear me. We chatted for a while, and then Sue took the phone. "My mother's going into hospital tomorrow for about two weeks," she said. "We'll come home for the duration and return when she comes out. I can take the boys to see her as the doctor tells me that they won't infect her by then."

Sally obviously hadn't known that she would be back home so soon, and she whooped with joy. She was fond of her Gran, but still preferred to be home with her friends and family. I told Sue that I would pick her up from the railway station in the morning, then I settled down to work at my 'day' job for a few hours before turning in.

*

Next morning I was awoken, as expected, by a pair of young tear-aways, or so they seemed. They jumped into bed with me and both started playing with my morning erection. As usual, I needed to pee before doing anything else, so I left them in the bed and went to do the necessary. When I returned, Peter was sucking Jimmy's cock; I climbed on to the bed and gave Peter the same treatment as well as stroking his little anal pucker. Jimmy moved his position so that he could suck my dick, and we indulged in a three-way blowjob. It wasn't long before I gave Jimmy the first course of his breakfast, which he swallowed greedily.

Then it was time to dress and have real breakfast. I told them that their Mum and Sally were coming home, and we would pick them up from the station in a few hours. They were delighted to hear the news; although they had very much enjoyed their time with me, they still looked forward to going home. I told them that they would be going to see their Gran in a couple of weeks, and they were happy with that news as well.

The time came to drive to the station and collect Sue and Sally. Sally was the first to see us, and when I picked her up she flung her arms around my neck and kissed me ferociously. She whispered, "You haven't forgotten your promise, have you? Two slaps on each cheek and something lovely in the middle." I couldn't help laughing.

On the way to Sue's home, Sally asked if she could come home with me. Sue wasn't at all surprised, as Sally had been pestering her all the time they were away, wanting to know when she would see me again. She agreed, and after I had dropped her and the twins off, I took Sally home with me.

As soon as we were indoors, Sally said she wanted me to make good on my promise. So I sat on the settee, removed her knickers and then put her over my knee and gave her the promised two slaps on each cheek. Then I parted the cheeks, wet my finger and stroked and penetrated her beautiful little anus. She spread her legs wide, giving me access to her vagina, which I duly penetrated with another finger. She wanted me to fuck her, but I told her I couldn't for a while, as I'd given a large dose of semen to Jimmy only a few hours earlier. She sounded very interested at that and wanted to know all the details of my sexual encounters with the twins. I told her everything, and she looked extremely pleased when I told her I'd fucked both of them. "Now you've done it to all of us except Mum," she declared. "When are you going to do her?" I chuckled and told her that was up to her Mum.

We had some lunch and I decided that we would go out for a walk to the children's playground so that she could work off some excess energy. When we arrived there, we saw several other children on the swings and climbing frames. One of them was Rachel, her best friend. They immediately started playing together, as girls will at any opportunity. I didn't notice a parent with Rachel, so I asked her about it.

"My Dad lets me come here by myself," she replied. "He wants me out of the way so that he can do funny things with his girl-friend. They seem to spend most of the time in his bedroom with the door locked, but I don't know why."

It didn't take a degree in rocket science to work that one out, but I didn't enlighten Rachel. Sally looked at me and grinned; she was not quite so unworldly. I sat on a nearby bench watching the two of them, and when Sally came over to me I asked her if she had mentioned anything to Rachel about our activities.

"Only about what you did on the flight home," she said, "I don't think she understands things like that. I don't know what she would say, or who she would tell."

"You'd be surprised," I said, and told her about the last activity I had had with Rachel. She was amazed that Rachel had known and had never told anyone.

"You could invite her to our house if you like. Much as I love your company, a playmate of your own age would be very good for you."

"Oh thank you Daddy, I'd love that. Can I tell her now?"

"Of course, but she must ask her Dad first. Maybe I'd better go to her house with both of you and speak to him."

So the three of us walked the half-mile to Rachel's home. Rachel rang the bell and her father answered the door. He looked at me enquiringly, and I explained how I had met Rachel. Sally had met him before, and she piped up, "Can Rachel come to our house to play with me, please Mr. Willis?"

He thought that was a great idea, so we exchanged addresses and phone numbers.

"Maybe you could have her for a sleep-over sometime," he suggested, and I agreed that she would be welcome at any time.

"I have to go away on business next week," he said, "and I was going to leave her with my mother. They just about tolerate each other, but if you can put up with her you'd be doing us both a huge favour."

"As it happens, next week I will be able to accommodate her," I replied, "but the week after I probably couldn't. Anyway, let me know when you're going, and I'll be pleased to have her."

Sally looked delighted that she would have a playmate to live with for a few days. When we reached home, she and Rachel disappeared into her bedroom, which of course was unused, but Rachel couldn't be told that. They soon re-joined me as there was little to do in Sally's room.

"Sally has only just started living with me for a couple of weeks while her twin brothers get over a dose of chicken-pox," I told Rachel, "so we need to go to her house and get some things for her, toys, clean clothes, and whatever." It was the 'whatever' that bothered me, though neither of the girls noticed.

I phoned Sue and told her of the latest development. She agreed that Rachel would be good company for Sally, "but not as good as you, of course," which gave me some amusement. She said that she didn't want Sally in the house for obvious reasons, but she would pack a case with clean day-clothes, night-clothes and some of her favourite toys. She said she would handle them with surgical gloves for safety. Sally, Rachel and I went to collect them, and Rachel was a bit puzzled as to why Sue refused to talk to her except from behind the front door. I explained about infection, contagion and a few other nasties. I don't think she understood completely, but I knew Sally would explain in 8-year-old terms.

Then it was time to take Rachel home. Her father was in a quandary, because his company had called him in for an evening shift unexpectedly. "That's OK," I said. "She can stay with us tonight. Just get me her nightie and her clothes for the next day."

"Great," he responded, "thanks ever so much. Rachel can come with me to get her clothes for tomorrow, although she actually doesn't wear a nightie - she likes to sleep in her birthday suit. I hope that won't cause a problem."

"None at all, so long as you don't object to us seeing her in the buff."

"No objection, you aren't planning to rape her are you?" with a smile.

"Well, I bath Sally every evening. Would you mind if they share the bath?"

"I'm not a prude and neither is she. She mostly baths herself, but I do bath her now and again. She loves being washed where the sun doesn't shine - I expect she'll ask you." This took me aback somewhat; I hadn't expected him to be so open about it.

The three of us walked to my house and I made us an evening meal. Fortunately, neither of them was finicky about food, they just ate the pizza I gave them. After dinner, we sat and watched TV for a while, then it was time for bath and bed. When I told Sally she would have to share her bed with Rachel, she agreed, but gave me a look that said she would rather be in my bed. I smiled in return, and she understood.

I undressed both of them and threw their clothes in the laundry basket. Unsurprisingly, Rachel's snatch looked very similar to Sally's, and I was looking forward to handling it again.

I started with Sally, washing all of her but leaving the best bit until last. First her bottom, with a finger pumping well into her anus, while Rachel took a keen interest. Then her snatch, starting with the clitoris and working down to the vagina, again inserting a finger and pumping for a short while. I ended by kissing her lovely little vulva. "Oh Daddy, please lick it," she said breathlessly, opening her legs wide. So I did, with Rachel watching closely again.

Then it was Rachel's turn. Again, I washed all but the nether regions, and then looked a little seriously at her. "Although I've licked your kitty before, I'm a bit wary of doing the same to you as I did to Sally," I told her. "Her Mum asked me to do those things to her, but I'm not sure your Dad would approve."

"Then I won't tell him or anyone else. I'm very good at keeping secrets. I couldn't bear to see you do something nice to Sally and not to me."

The gate was wide open, and I had no hesitation in going through it. I started with her bottom, and she held her cheeks apart, wanting me to insert a finger. This I did, and gave her a little more pumping in and out than I had for Sally. When it came to washing the vulva, I again started with her clitoris, which was almost invisible. I rubbed it a little harder and was rewarded with a gurgle from Rachel and a slight erection of the little nubbin. She immediately spread her legs wide and almost begged me to finger her vagina. I very much enjoyed doing it, and Sally was watching with a broad smile on her face. I pumped my finger in and out several times, producing more gurgles from Rachel.

Letting her come down naturally from her peak of excitement, I lifted them both out of the bath and dried them. I told them to get into bed while I fetched a book to read to them. After reading the story, I was about to put the light out when Rachel said, "I really loved you putting your finger in my bottom, Uncle Bob. Are you going to do it again tomorrow?"

"You'll be in your own home this time tomorrow," I said. "Your week with us doesn't start until next Monday."

"Oh please, Uncle Bob, can you do it again now? I did so love the feeling."

"Go on, Daddy," said Sally. "I know you want to." And she giggled.

I didn't need much persuasion. I told them both to kneel on the bed and present their delicious bottoms to me. Now that Rachel's rectum was clean, I started by licking her anus, which made her sigh with contentment, then I gently pushed my tongue further in; she was almost crying with excitement. While doing that, I was stroking Sally's anus, much to her delight. Then I switched girls completely, tonguing Sally's rectum and stroking Rachel's anus.

"Oh Daddy, please put your willy in my bottom like you did before," was an excited call from Sally. At this, Rachel turned to her and asked, "Did he really do that?"

"Yes he did, and it was a wonderful feeling."

"Can you do it to me as well, Uncle Bob. If Sally enjoyed it I'm sure I will."

I fetched the KY from the bathroom cabinet. "You've had a go at it, Sally," I said. "I can only do it once this evening, so I think Rachel should have it. Your turn tomorrow evening." Sally's sense of fairness kicked in and she agreed.

I decided to undress completely as the girls were already wearing nothing but beautiful smiles. Rachel stared at my erection, so I assumed she hadn't seen one before. Sally told her that she loved sucking it, so Rachel first licked the helmet, and then took it into her mouth. I warned her that if she continued I would cum in her mouth and I wouldn't be able to put it into her bottom, so she stopped sucking and turned her bottom to me once more. I applied the KY in liberal quantity to her anus and inserted first one finger, then two, and finally three, which approximated to the diameter of my cock. I told Rachel to stay in her kneeling position and asked Sally to hold my cock and place it correctly, just so that she would have the feeling of being involved.

My cock started gently pushing into Rachel, and as with Sally I suggested that she should try to push it out of her bottom as if it were a big poo. As soon as she did this, her sphincter relaxed and my helmet penetrated her rectum. She didn't seem to want any resting time because she immediately pushed her bottom backwards to make me penetrate further. Soon I was in all the way and started pumping, slowly and with a short stroke at first, then with increasing speed and stroke-length. She was grunting quite heavily, so I asked her if she was OK. She replied that it felt gorgeous, and she wanted me to continue all night. Meanwhile, Sally was stroking Rachel's clitoris, adding to the pleasure my cock was giving her.

I felt some physical changes when her sphincter started to put the squeeze on my penis. This added greatly to my pleasure, and I started to ejaculate. "Oh, I can feel it squirting into me," she cried, "And it's a wonderful feeling."

I was flooding her bowels with semen, so that when I finally withdrew, some started to leak out. I carried her to the toilet and let her expel it in her own time. I washed my penis of the slight brown stain that was the inevitable result of the coupling. When I had finished washing, Rachel had finished pooing the semen into the toilet. She asked me to wipe her bottom, which I did, then I picked her up and carried her to the bed.

"Now that you've fucked Rachel as well as me, can we sleep in your big bed with you, Daddy?" asked Sally. I didn't mention the fact that Rachel was still technically a virgin, at least in the one hole where it counted. I said that I was going to bath and then join them in bed. I picked both of them up, one in each arm, carried them to my bedroom and dumped them unceremoniously on the bed. I kissed them both and then retired to the bathroom. When I returned, the two girls were fast asleep, so I climbed into bed with them, switched off the light and went to sleep.

*

Next morning, I awoke to feel a mouth sucking my erect tool; Sally's head was still on the pillow, fast asleep, so I realised that it was Rachel's mouth giving me the pleasure. I lifted the duvet and saw Rachel looking up at me. She removed her mouth from my penis and smiled at me, then whispered that she was sorry she had woken me. I replied, also in a whisper, that it was the best possible kind of wakening. She returned her mouth to my helmet and started sucking once more. I warned her that if she wanted me to fuck her vagina, she would have to stop sucking because I couldn't ejaculate twice in quick succession. So she returned her head to the pillow, kissed me and settled down to sleep once more.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to empty my over-full bladder. On returning, I saw that both girls were now awake and contemplated dressing them, but Rachel reminded me that she was still a virgin and wanted that situation to cease immediately. Sally announced that she would help the proceedings, and fetched the KY from the bedside table drawer.

I realised that there was no getting away from the chore of deflowering Rachel, so I decided to enjoy it (as if I could do it without enjoyment!) I lay on my back and told her to squat over me with her vagina above my penis. Sally applied some KY to Rachel's vaginal opening, and all was ready. She held my shaft and guided the glans to its proper destination, then Rachel lowered herself until my helmet was touching the opening. A look of intense concentration appeared on Rachel's face and my helmet felt the delicious lining of her vagina. It was as much as I could do to avoid ejaculating there and then, but I managed.

Rachel slowly continued her downward motion until she was sitting on my pubic area, her clitoris being tickled by the hairs there. When she reached this point, I repeated the operation I had performed on Sally by withdrawing, turning her over on her back and adopting the missionary position. My penis entered her without any difficulty and I started pumping immediately as she wrapped her legs around my waist. At the same time, Sally started diddling her clitoris and I carefully inserted a finger into her anus, pushing it in and out in time with my baby-battering ram. She squealed and cried, "Oh, it feels wonderful."

While I was doing this, I reflected on the fact that I had now fucked two 8-year-old girls and two 5-year-old boys. If the child protection officers ever got to hear of it, I would be spending the next ten years in jail, having the same treatment from some nasty criminals as I had given all four of the children. The fact that they had received it willingly, almost demanding it, would make no difference at all. That sobering thought impeded my thoughts towards ejaculation, so that Rachel was able to enjoy several more minutes of pumping in her vagina.

But eventually, natural forces took over and I started to fill her reproductive channel with semen, which she received with great pleasure, her vagina squeezing my penis for more of the same. Sally was watching as my whole body jerked with each squirt, and asked Rachel how it felt. Rachel was still in a haze of sexual dreamland and didn't reply immediately. Then after my erection had subsided, she said, "It can't get any better than that. I was in heaven." I extracted a soft and insignificant-looking penis from her love tunnel and lifted her legs high in the air to stop her vagina leaking on to the sheet. Sally fetched a few tissues from the Kleenex box and I held them on Rachel's dripping pink snatch. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to toilet to expel the baby-juice I had just given her. She wrapped her arms round my neck, kissed me and said. "I love you, Uncle Bob. You have made me a woman now, and I hope you'll do that lots more times."

I sat her on the toilet to drip for a while and watched her pee at the same time. There is something magical about a young girl's urine stream; I touched her clitoris while she was peeing and received a lovely smile in return. Then I left her so that I could attend to Sally, who by this time was feeling a little left out. I assured her that her contribution to the deflowering of Rachel had been very important and wished that Rachel had been there to do the same when I had fucked her for the first time. I looked at her lovely snatch, raised her legs and licked it. I pushed her legs further back towards her face to expose her sweet little anus and licked that, which brought a squeal of joy from her.

Rachel returned from the toilet and the three of us got dressed. I reminded Rachel that she would be going home in a couple of hours, and that she should not make any mention of the pleasures she had just received. I said that I would be telling Sally's mother about this, but nobody else must ever know. She reiterated that she had never told anyone except me about her Dad licking her kitty, and that she would never tell her Dad or anyone else about her sexual activities with us.

I made breakfast for the three of us, and reflected that making breakfast for three was getting to be a habit, but one which I enjoyed immensely. Then it was time to take Rachel home. We walked the short distance, and when we reached her front door she again put her arms round me and kissed me. When her Dad opened the door, Rachel said rather formally, "Thank you for having me, Uncle Bob." I wasn't sure whether she understood the double-entendre that the expression implied, and I hoped that her father had missed it completely. I decided to mention it the next time I saw her.

Sally and I went home, and I phoned Sue to update her and to discuss what would happen next. She was about to go shopping for essentials and to take the boys with her. I suggested that she could leave them with me for a while to make shopping easier. She thanked me and suggested that I should bring Sally to her house and stay there with the twins. "I know they are all wanting to play with you," she told me cryptically. So Sally and I walked there, Sue let me in and she trotted off to the shops with her little wheelie-basket behind her.

Sally and the twins went upstairs to their room, and then Sally came down and invited me to join the three of them. Suspecting that there may be naughty goings-on, I agreed and wasn't surprised to see two little boys lying on the bed and playing with each other's erection. As I entered the room, Peter leaned over to Jimmy's cock and sucked it.

Sally removed her knickers and skirt and joined the twins on the bed. She asked me to join them as well, but there was little room so I just stood next to the three of them and removed my own pants and boxers. They all looked gleefully at my erect knob, so I invited six little hands and three little tongues to enjoy the feel of it. This they did, and the old feeling of rising sap started. I didn't want to ejaculate too soon, so I asked them what they would like me to do next. Jimmy suggested that I should put my cock in Sally's kitty so that they could see it and compare with their bottoms. I didn't have any KY with me, and I knew that without it I might hurt her. Sally knew that there was some baby-oil in the bathroom and asked if that would be OK. I replied that it was her pussy, so she fetched it. I lay down on my back despite the lack of room and positioned Sally on top of me with her bottom upwards so that the boys could see everything.

I anointed her vagina as well as my glans with the oil. Then I applied the glans to her vaginal entrance and pushed in; the boys watched closely, enthralled. Jimmy stroked my scrotum as I was pushing, and Peter put his finger in Sally's bottom. Sally was clearly enjoying this immensely and I felt her pelvic-floor muscles contracting and milking my penis. This action also made her anus contract around Peter's finger, and he giggled. He removed his finger from her anus, sniffed it and then licked her anus. Sally squealed with delight at the new sensation. She told Jimmy to bring his cock to her mouth and I watched her sucking it; it was an exciting moment that finally precipitated a strong orgasm in my groin, and I spurted copious quantities of semen into Sally's vagina.

None of us noticed that by this time Sue had returned from shopping and was standing in the doorway, watching the action. I was startled when I heard her voice say "I think you're very good for these children, Bob, and I think maybe we should all live together." Sally started laughing and collapsed on top of me.

"Mum, you shouldn't have been watching," she said.

"Why not?" she replied. "I love to see my children happy, and you three are certainly the happiest I've ever seen you together. It's much better than seeing you fighting."

She went downstairs and I dressed the children and myself, then went down to talk to her.

"Did you really mean what you said about living together?" I asked her.

"Oh yes, if you're agreeable," she replied, "I can only see good coming of it. And by the way, your cock is much bigger than a Jack Russell Terrier's, but the children have obviously accepted it without trouble. My husband was hung like a horse and sex wasn't always easy for me. Then later I suspected his homosexuality, and I was afraid about HIV. That's why I wouldn't let the children see his cock, but I'm looking forward to my share of yours." Then she surprised me by kissing me warmly on the lips.

"Well, I think we should move into my house because my bath is big enough to accommodate all five of us, with room left to swing a cat." A picture of five people in a jacuzzi with a cat being swung round by its tail floated into my mind, and I couldn't help laughing. Sue must have had a similar vision, because she was laughing as well.

I told her about my activity with Rachel, and she just said, "Well, six people and a moggie then."

The children came downstairs and Sue made the announcement that we would be all moving into my house. Smiles were evident all round, and Sally was the first to cuddle me while Sue did the same to the boys. Sue, realising that she was the only one who had never seen the inside of my house, decided that there was no time like the present, and started to collect clothes, toys, books and sundry other things for the temporary move. She packed them all in a suitcase on wheels, and then they all walked home with me. Once there, I left Sue to decide where everyone would sleep and to unpack the case, while I disappeared into my computer room to continue my company work which had been lagging behind a little.

Sue and Sally kept me constantly topped up with cups of tea while I was working, and Sally knew better than to distract me. I realised that I had a very intelligent and sensible pseudo-daughter, and was very pleased with the thought. When I finally emerged from my 'den of thieves', as Sue described it, I was surprised at the transformation Sue and Sally had accomplished in just a couple of hours. I realised that the house had long needed a woman's touch, and blessed my luck in finding the right woman. The fact that she came with what others might describe as 'baggage' didn't bother me at all - I revelled in it. Fairly late into the day I could smell the delicious aroma of dinner being cooked, and I decided that I had definitely landed on my feet with a partner who knew the culinary arts far better than I did.

After dinner, it was time to bathe the twins and put them to bed. I ran the Jacuzzi and also showed Sue how to do it, then she stripped off the boys' clothes and placed boys in the bath and clothes in the wash-basket. When the time came to wash their little willies, Sue invited me to perform that action since she knew they liked it. I retracted the little foreskins and washed the helmets, then I sucked Peter's peter; Sue decided to suck Jimmy. Little squeals of excitement followed, which brought Sally in to see what was going on. She smiled when I said she would be receiving similar treatment soon.

Sue put the boys to bed and I read them a story while sitting between them. I had a hand on each little erect penis, and Peter turned the pages for me. After the story, I gave each tiny tool a last quick suck and then switched off the light and closed the door.

*

Two hours later, it was bath- and bedtime for Sally. Sue and I decided to bathe with her, much to her delight. I emptied the water out of the Jacuzzi, cleaned it and then re-filled it for the evening's entertainment. As we sat in the water, I had a good look at the naked Sue for the first time. She saw me looking, smiled and took hold of my erecting cock. Sally put her hand on it also, and I was in temporary heaven. Then Sue leaned forward, licked the helmet and started sucking. I warned her that I was near to ejaculating and asked her to desist, much as I was enjoying her attentions. She said she took that to mean that she was going to be fucked before long, and I agreed. Sally wanted to join us, and Sue looked at me and nodded.

After completing our ablutions, cleaning teeth and using the toilet, the three of us went to my bed. Sue and I lay on the bed side by side, and I started to suck one breast and stroke her unshaven pubic area. She opened her legs and I moved my thumb to her clitoris, giving it plenty of action. I put a finger in her vagina and found that her sex-juices were flowing freely. The juices dripped down to her anus and lubricated it, so I put another finger in there. Her sexually sensitive areas were being highly stimulated by two fingers and a thumb. She loved it, and Sally joined in by sucking her other breast.

Then she asked me to lie on my back so that she could move to her favourite position on top of me. Sally put her finger in Sue's bottom-hole and Sue asked her to position my cock at her vaginal entrance, then she bore down on me to insert my penis into her tunnel of love. When it was all the way in, she humped herself back and forth so that my helmet massaged her cervix. That, in addition to the stimulation of her clitoris by my pubic hair and the feel of Sally's finger in her anus, set her off in an orgasm. I wasn't far away from one either; Sue sensed this and remained still for a while. She slowly lifted herself up to withdraw my cock from her vagina and asked Sally to put it at the brown hole just above. She then bore down on me again so that my penis entered her rectum while Sally stroked my scrotum. Sue sat up vertically with my cock in her bowels and repeated the previous humping action. This put me over the edge, and my groin delivered its offering into her bowels with several spurts.

We rested in that position for what seemed ages, and then Sue lifted herself up to remove my cock, brown and smelly, from her bottom. We both went to the bathroom, Sue to sit on the toilet expelling my semen, and I to the washbasin to wash my cock. These actions completed, I took Sally to her bed amid her protestations, kissed her goodnight and tucked her in. Then Sue and I went to our own bed, exhausted but very happy. I cuddled her and on the way to unconsciousness I blessed the life which I was now experiencing - a good partner and three lovely children, with a fourth not far away who was completely willing to enjoy sex with me. Yes, life could have little more to offer.

End of story. If you liked what you read, constructive comments would be appreciated.