
                JESSICA-SITTING II:  THE SARAH FACTOR
                         by The White Rabbit

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Author's Note: This is a work of fiction.  I have never had sex with
a minor, and never intend to.  It can be fun to fantasise about
loving sex with a child; but the reality is abuse and exploitation,
which destroys lives.  Children are, without exception, beautiful and
precious, and we must love and protect them.

                                *****

It was in the evening of the following day after Jessica and I had
enjoyed that memorable picnic, that she asked the question I'd been
dreading: "Can I ask Sarah over to play tomorrow?"  It seems
ridiculous for a grown man to fear the presence of a ten-year-old
child; but I knew I had to make a decision that could very easily
hurt either Jessica or myself.  My little lover had confessed to me
(or acknowledged: there was no sense of guilt) that she and her best
friend had thoroughly explored each other's bodies over recent weeks,
to the extent that Sarah had accidentally popped Jessica's cherry
with her finger.  She had, naturally enough, wanted to share with her
friend the exciting new discoveries I'd helped her make; and had been
a little put out when I'd sworn her to secrecy.  I'd had no choice,
though, I felt.  I was willing to trust Jessica to keep a secret, if
I could impress on her the need; but I knew nothing at all about
Sarah.  If the child wasn't able to keep her mouth shut, I'd probably
be facing a long jail-term.  Not to mention never seeing Jessica
again.

It would be unreasonable to refuse permission, though.  Unfair, and
totally unthinkable to refuse my darling anything.  So I agreed,
casually enough; but I lay awake that night, beside Jessica's sated,
slightly snoring little body, and tried to decide what I was going to
do.  I knew Jessica's loyalties would be torn between the promise to
me, which probably seemed pointless to her, and her habit of
confiding everything to her best friend.  I knew that, if possible, I
must give her permission to confide in Sarah; but I couldn't do so
without getting to know the child, judging if she could be trusted.
Yet I could imagine them disappearing upstairs, resuming their
experimental love-affair, Sarah wanting to know how Jessica had found
out all these delicious new ideas...

When I finally fell asleep, I had a dream about Jessica riding on a
camel.  It was the two-humped kind, and she perched between the
humps, grinding her crotch against the fatty lump pressed against
it...

I woke, in the morning, with the answer fully-formed.  "Jessica," I
said casually at breakfast, "how do you fancy you, me and Sarah going
to the zoo today?"

She looked at me curiously, and I thought I saw a trace of suspicion
and disappointment.  She'd obviously been looking forward to whatever
they might do together in private, and perhaps even suspected my
motives.  On the other hand, a trip to the zoo wasn't to be sniffed
at, especially in the company of both her boyfriend and her
girlfriend.  And perhaps that precocious part of her mind that
suspected what was going on also recognised the wisdom of my plan.

"That would be great, Steve," she said, jumping up to kiss me
passionately.

She ran off to phone Sarah and tell her of the change of plan, then
ran off to dress (she hadn't bothered to do so for breakfast, as she
hadn't the previous morning).  She returned looking absolutely
ravishing, wearing a pair of skimpy yellow shorts and a
yellow-patterned boob-tube (if it's legitimate to call it that, when
it's being worn by a boobless child).  I'd seen her dressed like this
countless times before, and I'd always found it made her look cute.
Now, for the first time, the outfit looked unbearably sexy, and I
wanted to rip her clothes off and take her right there, on the
kitchen table.  I suppose context is everything.

Jessica stood looking at me in the doorway, her head on one side,
half posing, half unconscious of the effect she had.  "Love me?"  she
asked, her eyes suddenly bigger and younger than usual.  I knew her
well enough to be aware that, although this was largely pure
flirtation, she was also asking for reassurance.  It occurred to me,
for the first time, how important today was for her, how nervous she
must be.

"Just try coming within reach," I told her, grinning, "and you'll
find out just how much I love you."

Jessica giggled, and sidled closer.  "Oh yeah?"  she demanded.

"Oh yeah," I replied, and grabbed her round the waist.  She giggled
again and pretended to fight, clearly with every intention of losing;
so I lifted her up, one arm slipping under her arms, the other
slipping down, so that my hand held her by the crotch.  She screamed
with delight, as I swung her onto my lap and began seriously snogging
her, stifling her cries.  I found my kisses being returned
passionately: in two and a half days, Jessica had become an expert at
kissing.  So she explored the interior of my mouth with her tongue,
while I took the opportunity to let my hand explore the interior of
her shorts.

I was just beginning to think we were going to have to do something
about my hard-on and her wet cunt, when the doorbell rang.  "It's
Sarah," Jessica shrieked, jumping off my lap to answer the door,
leaving me with a stiff cock and wet finger and a sense of
bewilderment.

Almost too excited to contain herself, Jessica showed Sarah into the
kitchen.  I'd just had time to straighten myself up, adjusting my
trousers so that my erection wasn't too obvious.  The first thing
that struck me about the child who entered was that she was wearing
clothes almost identical to Jessica's, except that Sarah's shorts and
boob-tube were a red and blue pattern.  I suspected that this may
have been arranged on the phone, and wondered what my devious little
darling was planning.

The next thing that registered was surprise at how attractive Sarah
was.  When Jessica had mentioned her, the other evening, I'd
remembered her as a lumpy, plain child, and I'd thought it strange
that a girl as stunning as Jessica would have chosen such an ugly
duckling to share sexual experiments with.  But I saw now that I'd
been wrong.  Not that I'd remembered the wrong girl; just that I
wondered now how my judgement could have been so off.

Sarah was a big girl, in height and build: not fat, nor even plump,
but solidly built.  She had light-brown waist-length hair, partially
gathered on top of her head by a big hair-slide, smiling blue-grey
eyes and a pleasant face with rosy cheeks.  While she hardly compared
with Jessica's sultry beauty, she looked a sweet little girl; and, I
have to admit, my previously-aroused cock gave a few distinct
twitches, when I saw her.  Was it my new-found interest in little
girls making the difference?  Or could it be that I was now seeing
Sarah through Jessica's eyes?

"Hello, Mr Cardew," she said, in a gentle, polite voice.  "Thank you
for saying I could come."

With the situation as sexually charged as it was, I had to restrain
myself from saying I hadn't decided on that yet.  Instead, I said,
"Oh, call me Steve, Jessica always has.  It'll be more fun, if you're
with her, won't it?"

Sarah grinned, and I wondered uneasily if I'd put in some kind of
double meaning that was obvious even to a ten-year-old.  I glanced
briefly at Jessica; but she didn't appear to have noticed anything.

                                *****

It must have been all of four days since the girls had seen one
another; so they chattered and giggled together in the back of my
car, all the way to the zoo, catching up on everything they'd missed
out on.  It did occur to me to worry about just what, in such an
unguarded excitement, Jessica might consider news; so I kept an ear
on their talk, while seeming to concentrate on the road.  I needn't
have worried.  Most of their talk seemed to be about computer games,
Pokemon cards and the new Harry Potter book.

All three of us had a great day at the zoo.  I hadn't been for some
time, and I enjoyed it in my own right.  But my main pleasure came
from the fun the girls had: the wild, unrestrained joy that only
children can experience at a treat.  We watched the lions and tigers
being fed (Jessica turned up her nose and called it "gross", but I
noticed that Sarah watched with a detached fascination).  They
weren't doing elephant or camel rides any more, like when I was
little; but they were able to have a pony ride.  Jessica looked so
cute, perched on the pony's back, unsure but determined to look as if
she knew what she was doing.  Her natural grace carried it off.  They
both adored the monkeys and chimps, and all three of us played the
time-honoured game of solemnly pointing out which of our companions
each chimp most resembled.

The weather was so glorious that, instead of having lunch in some
stuffy cafe, we bought sandwiches and drinks and took them to the
picnic area.  There was a playground beside it; and the girls both
wolfed down their share (and some of mine) and ran off to play; while
I sat back, sipping my coke and watching them have fun.

There are very few things (at least, not counting those that involve
intimate physical contact) that are as much fun as watching children
play.  Really play: totally, unreservedly, with every bit of their
bodies, hearts and imaginations.  Although it had never held the
slightest sexual connotation for me until now, I could understand how
guys get hooked on watching playgrounds.

But I wasn't just enjoying myself.  I had a perfect opportunity, now,
to watch Jessica and Sarah together, when they weren't thinking about
me.  I still hadn't come to any conclusion about Sarah.  She was a
difficult child to read: deeper, I suspected, than Jessica, who was
hardly shallow herself.  Sarah certainly didn't have her friend's
brilliance; but I was beginning to see something of the solid
reliability that, maybe, Jessica unconsciously knew to complement her
own mercurial nature.

I watched them, after a while, start a wild, screaming, giggling game
of catch-me-if-you-can, all over the climbing-frames and slides.  I
couldn't quite follow what the precise rules were; but both girls
seemed to know.  Gradually, various other children began to join in;
and I marvelled, as always, at the ease with which children can play
with total strangers, siezing the moment, and then happily say
goodbye when it's over.

Watching them together now, playing together exuberantly, I could see
the interactions between Jessica and Sarah much more clearly.  On the
face of it, I'd have expected Jessica to have run rings around her
heavier, less athletic friend.  Certainly, Sarah couldn't keep up;
but she waited patiently, making no attempt to keep up, pouncing when
Jessica got to close.

That gave me plenty of food for thought.

Both girls were a bit quieter on the way home, their heads together,
murmuring and giggling too softly for me to make out what they were
saying.  About halfway back, I saw in the rear-view mirror Jessica
lay her head on Sarah's shoulder, and the other girl put an arm round
her friend, drawing her gently to herself.  They cuddled like that
for the rest of the journey; and, in an odd way, I think that was
what made my mind up.

Sarah ran upstairs for the toilet, almost as soon as we got in; and I
turned to Jessica.  "OK," I said, "I'm convinced.  I'd still rather
keep it to ourselves; but if it really means a lot to you, I won't
object to you telling Sarah."

Jessica flung herself into my arms, with a squeal, and started
smothering me with kisses: child's kisses at first, gradually
starting to push my lips apart with her wet mouth, poking her little,
flicking tongue behind my teeth.  She kissed me passionately for a
while, before pulling back.  "Oh, Steve, I do love you so much," she
murmured.  Then, in a rushed tangle of little-girl limbs, she was
rushing up the stairs, calling, "Sarah, come in my room."

I tried to settle down; but I was too jittery.  I checked my
answering machine, checked for e-mails, made myself a coffee, settled
to watch the news on TV; but, all the time, I was half-expecting a
shriek from upstairs, the clatter of feet down the stairs as Sarah
made her escape from the pervert's house; to wait then for the
outraged call from her parents, the knock on the door from the
police...

But everything was quiet.  In any other situation, I'd have thought
it was too quiet, considering two ten-year-olds were together
upstairs, and I'd have been tempted to investigate.  As it was, no
news was good news.

I must have dozed off for a few minutes; because the next thing I
remember was being woken up by a weight on either knee.  I focussed
my eyes to find Jessica sitting astraddle one leg, Sarah the other.
Both girls were half-kneeling, faces almost level with mine, gazing
at me with a mixture of curiosity, anticipation and scorn.

"Wake up, sleepyhead," Jessica said.  "We've got something to ask."

"Yes?"  I asked.  Seeing their expressions, I suddenly felt far less
nervous; but I still wasn't sure where this was leading.

They exchanged glances, suddenly all giggles.  "You tell him," said
Jessica.  Sarah shook her head, her face turning red.  "I can't," she
said.  "You do it."

"I don't mind which of you tells me," I said mildly, "but would
someone let me in on this?"

They looked at one another again, and Jessica took a deep,
exaggerated breath.  "Well," she said, putting a lot of emphasis on
the word, "I told Sarah all about what we've been doing, and how much
fun it is..."

"And I said," put in Sarah, her face now like a beetroot, "I wished I
had something to...to do that with."

"I thought you wanted me to tell him," said Jessica.

"Oh...er...yes.  Please."  She went into an embarrassed flap again.

"Well," said Jessica, with the same heavy emphasis as before, "I sort
of, said, well, sort of, we could, you know, maybe all share it
together.  If that's all right with you," she added, looking up at
me.  Her eyes were wide and doing their cute look, and her face was
almost as red as Sarah's.

I didn't answer for a moment.  Of all the possibilities, this had
never occurred to me.  It surprised me (and, I admit, hurt a little)
that Jessica seemed so willing to share me.  Was our lovemaking
really any more than a new game to her?

But I knew it wasn't really like that.  A child of her age simply
wouldn't have the same concept of exclusive love as an adult.  After
all, Sarah wasn't just anyone, she was her best friend; and one of
Jessica's many endearing qualities was her generosity.  Of course she
and her new lover would help Sarah to find the ecstacy she'd enjoyed.

But that wasn't the only consideration.  Jessica was offering my
services to have sex with a child I'd just met.  Until a few days
ago, after all, the suggestion that I should have sex with a
ten-year-old girl would have deeply shocked me.  My closeness with
Jessica, and her unforced enthusiasm (realistically, she was the one
who seduced me) had helped me to rationalize what I'd done; but I'd
been disturbed, since then, at my reaction to other little girls.
Now I was being faced with a decision.  If I included Sarah as my
second child-lover, was I admitting that I really was a pedophile?

Then I looked at the two little faces, cheeks red from embarrassment
and tension, eyes shining with excitement, both looking as if they'd
burst if I didn't answer soon.  Could I really disappoint them?
And...I started thinking about Sarah, what it would be like with her,
how cute her bum had looked in those little shorts as she played this
afternoon.  I found myself wondering what her nipples and pussy would
look like, how tight she'd be...

I was interrupted by the dirtiest giggle I'd ever heard.  "He's going
to say yes," Jessica stage-whispered.  "Look how his willy's sticking
out."

I glanced down, instinctively, and saw that my trousers had a
tent-pole in them.  Was this the effect that fantasising about Sarah
had on me?  Should I take that as my answer?  I looked at Sarah, who
was gazing in awe at my hard-on.  Then she glanced up and gave me a
shy smile, biting her lower lip.

My resistance melted.

"All right," I said.  "If Sarah wants to join in, that's OK with me."

Jessica gave a squeal of joy and leant forward to give me a deep, wet
kiss.

Then, to my surprise, she turned to her friend and kissed her in the
same way.  Sarah stiffened for a moment, clearly not used to it;
then, apparently, decided that she liked it, and melted into the
kiss.  For nearly a minute, I was in the privileged position of
having two beautiful little girls sitting on my lap, locked in a
passionate, erotic kiss.  I think my erection grew.

When they broke off, none of us moved for a moment.  The girls were
both looking at me expectantly; and, at last, Jessica tutted and
rolled her eyes.

"Well, Steve, aren't you going to give her a big kiss?"

I looked at Sarah again.  Her face was still flushed, there was sweat
on her forehead, and she still looked a little shy; but she closed
her eyes, opened her mouth and leant towards me.  I kissed her,
trying to make it as erotic as possible without forcing myself on
her; and she returned the kiss, more clumsily than Jessica, wrapping
her arms behind my neck and pulling herself in to me.  Her body was
very hot, and I guessed how aroused she must be.

"Come on, then," said Jessica impatiently, "shall we go upstairs and
do it on your bed?"

"Hang on a moment," I said.  I glanced at the clock: quarter to
seven.  "Sarah, what time's your mum expecting you home?"

"Oh...about half-six, I suppose," she said; then, following my gaze
to the clock, she added, "Oh."

There was silence for a moment.  "You could stay over, couldn't you?"
Jessica suggested.  "Your mum wouldn't mind, would she?"

"Uh, I suppose not," said Sarah.  "I'd have to phone her."  She
glanced at me.

"It's over there," I said; and she jumped off my lap to go over to
it.  Jessica took the opportunity to swing her leg right over, so
that she was kneeling astride me, her crotch pressed against my cock.
Turning her head sideways, she nuzzled her head against my shoulder,
oblivious to the conversation Sarah had just begun.

I certainly wasn't oblivious.  It had occurred to me, belatedly, that
I hadn't specifically warned Sarah about what to say and what not to
say.  Although I'd decided to trust the child, my over-jumpy
imagination heard, in those few seconds, a dozen possible
conversations, mostly containing some variant on "Mum, can I stay
over to have sex with Mr Cardew?"

I needn't have worried.  Sarah's actual conversation went more like,
"Hi, mum, can I stay over with Jessica tonight?  ...Yes, she asked
him, he said it's fine...Oh, it was great, mum...No, I can borrow a
pair of Jessica's...Yes I can, she's got some loose-fitting
ones...Yes...Oh, mum, of course I'll be good...Love you too, mum,
bye."

She walked slowly back to the sofa, where Jessica was draped over me,
and sat down beside us.  I put my arm round her, and she let herself
be drawn to me.  "She says it's all right, Steve."

"Good," said Jessica, lifting her head up.  "Lets get started."

"Just a sec," I said, lightly restraining her from jumping off my
lap.  "There's a few rules, first."

Sarah stared at me.  "What rules?"  she asked.

"Rule One," I said.  "If anyone's doing anything to you that you
don't feel happy about, you've got to say so."  She nodded gravely.
"Rule Two.  If anyone says they don't like what you're doing, you've
got to stop doing it at once."

"And don't do it again," Jessica added, in a tone of mock-sternness.

"Well, not until they say you can, at least.  And Rule Three.  None
of us are to tell anyone else about what we do, unless all three of
us agree.  Is that all right with you, Sarah?"

She nodded slowly, her mouth slightly open.  "Yes," she whispered.

"Then lets stop messing about," said Jessica impatiently, tugging at
my arm.  Laughing, I put one arm round each girl and stood up,
holding them each under an arm.  Jessica shrieked with laughter, as
I'd expected; but Sarah only gave a nervous giggle.  I hoped she
wasn't having second thoughts.

I regretted the impulse, before I got to the top of the stairs:
ten-year-olds aren't all that heavy, but carrying two of them
upstairs is still quite an effort.  Still, having made the gesture, I
could hardly back down in front of my girlfriend and her girlfriend;
so I made it to the landing, kicked my bedroom door open and
deposited two squirming little bundles onto the kingsize bed.

Almost at once, Jessica knelt up; she leant over and whispered in
Sarah's ear, between giggles, her eyes shining.  Sarah looked
shocked, but in a pleasant way: she stared at her friend with wide
eyes, flushed cheeks, as if unsure whether to gasp or to join in the
giggling.  After a moment, she nodded.

Turning to me, Jessica ordered, "Lie down on the bed, we won't be a
moment."  They both jumped up and headed for the door.  "You can get
undressed, if you like," Jessica added, turning in the doorway.  Then
they were gone.

Feeling a little foolish and unsure of myself, I quickly slipped off
tee-shirt, jeans and socks.  I hesitated over whether to leave my
briefs on; and, just then, the girls came back into the room, still
giggling, still fully dressed, but carrying Jessica's portable
stereo.  Putting it down, Jessica struck a pose and announced, in her
best immitation of a sultry voice, "Lie back, honey, and enjoy the
show."

She set it playing some record or other, which I knew was one of her
current favourites; and both girls started dancing, wiggling their
bodies and provocatively thrusting their hips at me.  I don't know
quite where they'd picked up the concept of erotic dancing, but it
was a fairly approximate impression.  If I'd been a casual observer,
I'd have no doubt found it rather funny.  But the knowledge that
these two little girls were deliberately trying to arouse me, as a
prelude to a threesome, made it the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

Then they turned to each other and, still wiggling and grinding, they
began a deep, passionate kiss.  I almost came on the spot, when I saw
that Jessica had her tongue halfway down her girlfriend's throat.

When they finally broke the kiss, the girls looked at each other,
they looked at one another with that expression of uncontainable
excitement, mischief and wonder that only children can produce; and,
in a very audible stage-whisper, Jessica said, "Now."  In complete
unison, each took hold of the other's top and pulled it off.  Again,
it was done in a very matter-of-fact way that wouldn't have gone down
well in a professional show; but that hardly mattered, when two
beautiful ten-year-old girls were undressing one another for my
benefit.

I was a little surprised that, in contrast to Jessica's tiny
swellings around her nipples, Sarah's chest was completely flat.  I
suppose I'd unconsciously assumed that, being a bigger girl, she'd be
at least as well-developed.  Of course, I knew that had nothing to do
with it.  She had that slight convexity of her chest and belly that
you sometimes get in prepubescent girls, with small nipples and a
very cute belly-button.  I found myself wondering what her little
pussy would be like, and felt my cock hardening at the thought.

The girls looked at each other again, their faces flushed with
excitement and arousal.  They were still wiggling their bodies to the
music; and Jessica reached down between her girlfriend's legs and
started rubbing Sarah's crotch through the material of her shorts.
Sarah flung her head back, rolling it from side to side with a soft
moaning, and began pumping her hips back and forth, meeting Jessica's
rubbing.

I saw a slight look of exasperation cross Jessica's sweet, flushed
face; and, grabbing her friend's hand, she firmly placed it on her
own crotch, giving a few thrusts to make her meaning clear.  Taking
the hint, Sarah began rubbing with wild abandon.

After a few moments of this, however, they looked at each again,
expectantly, and both nodded.  Moving slowly together, each hooked
their fingers in the waistband of the other's shorts and slowly
tugged them down.  This time, it was more obviously erotic.  The
girls were still (unconsciously, I'm sure, by now) swaying and
waggling in time to the music; and to this was added the wriggling
and thrusting of their arousal.  As a result, it took them rather
more time to work the shorts down past slim hips and little bums.
Finally, both turned to face me, hardly able to contain themselves,
and wiggled the shorts right down their legs, until they could step
out of them.

I knew that Jessica wasn't wearing panties (after all, I'd had my
hand inside her shorts, when Sarah had arrived) but I was momentarily
surprised to find that Sarah wasn't either.  Then I thought about it,
and wasn't surprised at all.

I feasted my eyes on the two ten-year-old pussies wriggling and
waggling right in front of me.  I knew Jessica's well, by now, though
I never got tired of looking at it; but Sarah's fascinated me.
Whereas Jessica's had begun to outgrow the way it had been as a young
child, Sarah still had a fat, baby pussy, its puffy lips now open and
soaking wet.

"Well," said Jessica, split three ways between giggling, sultriness
and impatience, "see anything you like?"

"I can see lots that I like," I told her.  "I'm just not sure where
to start."

"That hasn't seemed to bother you before," she said acidly.  Then her
voice took on a more seductive tone.  "Look at this, Steve.  How
could you resist such a gorgeous pussy?"

For a moment, I thought she was talking about herself.  Then I
realised that she'd started fingering Sarah's pussy, rubbing it
slowly and sensually.

I was surprised how expertly she was doing it, till I realised, with
a glow of pleasure, that she was applying what I'd done to her, know
what felt good and how to reproduce that effect.  She stroked the
inside of the plump lips, parting them, lubricating her finger with
Sarah's juices; then she slid up to give the girl's tiny clit some
attention, before working her way down the slit again, making her
friend gasp a little as she pushed her fingertip just into the hole.

Jessica had never taken her eyes off me.  "Like it for yourself,
lover?"  she asked, in a voice she clearly thought sounded incredibly
adult and sexy.

In fact, it sounded what it was: something she'd obviously picked up
from TV or a film.  But that didn't matter: my ten-year-old
girlfriend was deliberately offering me her best friend's pussy, to
do with as I chose.

"Come here, Sarah," I said quietly.  Sarah, biting her lower lip
nervously, glanced at Jessica, who nodded emphatically.  She walked
towards the bed, then climbed up to kneel at the end, staring
wide-eyed at me.  "Closer," I said, and she shuffled on her knees
further up, till I could reach out and put my arms around her.
"Don't be afraid," I whispered, pitching it too softly for Jessica to
hear, above the music that was still playing.  "The whole point is
for you to have fun."  She gave me a radiant smile, and I realised
that what I'd taken for fear was only nervous excitement.  She'd
already decided to enjoy herself.

Drawing her into a kiss, I began playing with her pussy, just as
Jessica had.  She gave a little sigh of pleasure; and I realised that
she was not only even wetter than I thought, but a lot closer to
orgasm, too.  I'd been intending to draw this out, get the child
turned on and wide open, before I attempted penetration, hoping that
I'd last out myself.  But it was clear, now, that Sarah was about as
wet and turned on as she was going to get.  She was ready.

"Hurry up, Steve," Jessica told me.  "She's going to come in a
minute.  Do I make that much noise?"

"You're much noisier, sweetheart," I said, over Sarah's shoulder.
"You sound like a jumbo jet taking off."  She spluttered with
laughter.  "Come here, darling, and help me play with her."

Still laughing, Jessica jumped up on the bed beside me, and watched,
fascinated, as I lifted Sarah up, one arm under her armpits, the
other hand grasping her buttocks, and held her crotch directly over
my rock-hard erection.  "Help it in," I told Jessica; and she took
hold of my cock, bending down to give it a quick kiss, then aimed the
tip straight at her friend's pussy-hole.  "Stop squirming," she
ordered Sarah, who was wriggling and squealing in a pre-orgasmic
frenzy.  "OK," she told me, giggling, "your ship is cleared to enter
the docking-bay."

As I lowered Sarah onto the head of my erect cock, and felt it nuzzle
between her wet, open lips, it belatedly occurred to me that I hadn't
found out whether Sarah, too, had lost her virginity to ten-year-old
fingers, as Jessica had, or whether I should have warned her that it
was going to hurt.  But it couldn't be helped.  I'd like to think
that I could have stopped myself if I'd had to, though it wouldn't
have been easy; but Sarah was too far gone to care.  Come to think of
it, popping her cherry when she was in a state like this would
probably distress her far less than in any other situation.

Did I really think of that in the throes of passion, moments before I
penetrated my second prepubescent pussy?  Or was that just something
that occurred to me later?  I'm not sure.

In any case, once Jessica had guided the head of my cock into Sarah's
soaking hole, I didn't give any of us time to think.  I pushed the
little girl down hard onto my erection, kissing her at the same
moment, which muffled what would have been an ear-splitting scream,
as my cock punched through the membrane, breaking it into pieces, and
plunged all the way into her tiny passage, forcing the tight muscles
apart.

It was impossible to tell whether the wetness that bathed my cock was
blood or pussy-juice; but I didn't have time to consider.  Sarah was
going wild, impaled on me, her little body flopping about crazily.
It was quite clear that she was having a massive orgasm: her breath
coming in little, gasping cries, her crotch grinding against mine,
her cunt squeezing convulsively at my shaft.  Even without that, her
hole was almost too tight to bear around my cock; and the squeezing
finished me.  Feeling my balls fill up and my head go dizzy, I filled
Sarah's little pussy with spurt after spurt of my spunk.

When I became aware again, a hot, wet little girl's body had fallen
forward to lie on top of me, exhausted and breathing heavily.
Jessica had snuggled up beside us, and was kissing and caressing
Sarah's still-trembling body.  After a while, my new lover turned her
head, and the two girls enjoyed a long, passionate and very wet kiss.

"Hey," I said lazily, "don't I get any of that?"

Jessica turned Sarah's face up to mine.  "OK," she said, "give her a
big kiss, then you can put your willy in me.  I feel so good down
there."

"Hang on a moment," I told her, feeling a little alarmed.  "I've only
just come.  It's going to take a little while to get hard again.
Hi," I said to Sarah, in between kisses, "are you all right?"

"Oh yes," she said, with such enthusiasm that I almost laughed.  "I
don't think I've ever felt so all right before.  When can we do it
again?"

"What you girls want," I said, with feeling, "is a robot programmed
to stay permanently hard."  They both giggled, but looked a little
disappointed.  "Tell you what, why don't the two of you have fun
together.  If you put on a sexy enough show, you might get me hard
again more quickly."

They glanced at each other dubiously.  "Like...what?"  Jessica asked.

"You know how I lick your pussy?"  I asked her.  She nodded.  "Well,
you could do it to each other, at the same time."

She frowned in puzzlement.  "But...how do we both do it?"  she asked.
I realised that, whenever I'd gone down on her, I'd slid down and
lain between her legs.  Perhaps it wasn't so obvious as it seemed.

"Lie top-to-tail," I suggested.  "That way, you can both put your
faces between each other's legs."

They looked at one another.  "Lets try it," said Sarah eagerly.
"What does it taste like?"

Jessica put her face closer to her girlfriend's crotch, and wrinkled
her nose.  "I don't know about mine," she said with distaste, "but
yours is all bloody."

I reached out and slapped her on the bum.  "Run along to the
bathroom," I said, "and bring a couple of wet flannels.  You and I
are going to pamper Sarah."  As she jumped up, I winked at her
friend.  "Don't worry," I said, "I can guarantee, Jessica's pussy
tastes absolutely scrumptuous.  I have to stop myself eating her all
up, and only leaving the hair."

I kissed and stroked Sarah, till Jessica came back with the flannels;
then, working together, we carefully cleaned up the child's pussy,
washing away all the blood and come and juices.  I could tell that
this attention was getting her worked up again; and, when we were
finished, I made room for Jessica to lie down the opposite way on the
bed, the lips of her face playing against her friend's cunt-lips.

Neither of them had ever eaten pussy before; but Jessica had had it
done to her, and took the lead, coaxing Sarah's little tongue to do
what mine did, trying to guess how to get the same effect with her
own tongue.  In a very short time, both girls were very aroused
again.  I too, watching them, had fully recovered my erection; but
the children had forgotten all about that, revelling and wallowing in
their first ever sixty-nine.

In no time, both girls were moaning through their mouthfuls of pussy,
wriggling their bums around.  After a while, Jessica started getting
carried away and moved over Sarah, so that she was lying on top of
her friend, eating Sarah out while she sat on her face, wiggling
about to encourage her tongue to greater efforts.

And me?  I was sitting on the bed, watching two beautiful
ten-year-old girls putting on a lesbian show, just for me, that would
have outdone most professional adults in enthusiasm.  Not
surprisingly, I was stroking my cock, and it was now straining rigid
again.

At last, I could stand it no longer.  Jessica's lovely little bum
looked so cute, so inviting, as it waved in the air; and she had
asked for her turn, earlier on.  I don't think either child was even
aware of me, as I moved round to the end containing Sarah's head and
Jessica's arse.  I caressed my girlfriend's buttocks for a moment,
then parted the cheeks to play with her rosebud.  Jessica giggled and
sighed, pushing her bum back at me, as far as she could without
pulling away from Sarah's mouth.

But that wasn't my target.  Slipping my hand in through her crotch, I
lifted her up a little, positioning the head of my cock between her
open pussy-lips.  Sarah started giggling too, and was alternately
licking Jessica's clit and my shaft.

When I eased my erection inside, I found that it slid in with
surprising ease.  I'm not sure if it was down to Sarah's efforts
giving extra lubrication, or to the stretching that her pussy had
enjoyed over the last few days; but it took no more than four or five
thrusts, that seemed to cause no pain, before the head was nuzzling
against her cervix.  I pumped in and out of her, while Sarah
redoubled her tonguing, occasionally breaking off to give my balls a
suck.

Since it wasn't long since I'd come, I held out longer, and felt
Jessica go wild, shaking about as much as she could, pinned as she
was between her two lovers, her little cunt overflowing with slurping
juices.  Always before, after my little girl had come, I'd stay
inside her, share the wonderful post-orgasmic feeling as closely
linked to her as we possibly could be.

This time, however, I had another object in mind; so, as soon as
she'd stopped trembling, I pulled out of Jessica's cunt, with a
sucking pop, and moved up to the other end.  "Hey, where you going?"
Jessica slurred.

"Fair's fair," I told her, giving her bum a playful slap.  "You and
me are going to do to Sarah what we've just done to you."

"Wow," she exclaimed, all thoughts of being aggrieved instantly
vanished.  "Can I lick your willy as it goes in and out?"

"Sweetheart," I told her, "you can lick my willy any way you like,
whenever you like.  It's your slave, my princess."

Looking up at me, with a big grin on her face, she looked unbearably
sexy, her dark eyes shining, her cheeks glowing, her entire lower
face smeared with Sarah's cunt-juices.  She watched carefully, from
point-blank range, as I positioned myself between Sarah's open legs,
lifted up the little girl by the hips and slid myself beneath her
arse.

"Let me," Jessica insisted breathlessly.  Taking my stiff, slick cock
in one hand and parting Sarah's lips with the other, she stroked them
both lovingly for a few moments; then, concentrating so hard her
tongue was poking out, she guided my cock-head between the pussy-lips
and against the wet hole, still very small even though it was wide
open.  Bending down, she kissed Sarah's clit and my shaft once each;
then she whispered, "Now, push."

I think my cock went halfway up Sarah's cunt on the first push; and
the child went into convulsions, as if she were getting a hundred
volts through her body.  Her pussy spasmed; and, taking advantage, I
got as far in as I could on the next thrust.  She nearly pulled
herself off me, thrashing wildly about; but Jessica lay down hard on
top of her, wedging her girlfriend into place, so that I could fuck
her hard.

I don't know how many orgasms Sarah had, while I was pushing in and
out, or if she came down at all between them: I think she'd just gone
into a state of continuous orgasm, coming with an intensity I've
never seen in adult or child.  I pounded her pussy hard, and
Jessica's tongue was working overtime, licking Sarah's little clit
when I was in and my shaft when it was pulled partially out.  At the
same time, one of her hands moved round my bum until, for the first
time ever, she was playing with my arsehole.

After having just come once, I'd have expected to have lasted a long
time; but, between Jessica's enthusiastic attentions and the wild,
bucking spasms of Sarah's pussy, I soon felt my balls tighten and
achingly fill up.  "Here it comes," I yelled and, thrusting as far in
as I could, let go spurt after spurt of my come.  For the second time
that evening, I flooded the little girl's virgin cunt with my semen.

Both Jessica and I twisted round so that we could hold Sarah, as she
gradually came down from the heights of her ecstasy.  She was
breathing hard, mouth open and eyes shut; and she said nothing, her
trembling, sweaty body limp between us.  I caressed her lovingly;
and, after a while, my hand met Jessica's, doing the same.  I took
hold of her hand; then I reached over and kissed her.

"I think she's asleep," Jessica murmured, after a while, sounding
close to sleep herself.  Sarah was, inside, now breathing evenly,
still and relaxed.  I could feel my mind phasing in and out; but,
just as I was drifting off to sleep, Jessica whispered, "You shot
your stuff in her twice, and I didn't get any."

For a moment, I thought she was being genuinely resentful; then I
realised that her voice was about ninety percent teasing.  The
remaining ten percent simply wanted reassurance.  "You can have it
whenever you want, sweetheart," I replied.  "This is Sarah's special
time.  That was what you wanted, wasn't it?"

She didn't say anything; but I felt her squeeze my hand.  Then she
lay quiet, until I was sure she was asleep; till she suddenly
whispered, "Steve?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Does this mean you love Sarah, too, now?"

For just an instant, I found myself weighing up what answer Jessica
might want, and whether Sarah really was asleep, before I reminded
myself that I'd decided, from the start, I was going to give Jessica
nothing but honesty.  "Darling," I said, "I'll never love anyone else
like I love you.  We've had too much of a head-start for that.
But...yes, I do care very much about Sarah, for who she is.  After
all, she's your best friend, so you must know she's very special.  I
love you both in different ways; but you're my girl, and you always
will be."

"Even when I'm ninety?"

"Well, if I'm still alive then...yes, even when you're ninety."

She was silent for a few moments; then she simply said, "OK, that's
cool.  Goodnight, Steve.  I love you."  She reached over and kissed
me briefly; then lay back.  Within seconds, I could tell that she was
asleep.

I lay awake for a few minutes, luxuriating in the love and joy of the
evening.  I avoided any thoughts of problems, and the practicalities
of the world outside: tonight, everything was perfect.  Nothing
existed but Jessica and Sarah and me.

"Night, sweetheart," I whispered at last.  "I love you too.  Now, and
for ever."


To be continued

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