Clare’s Cuming of Age 
Author: Broadsword

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Title: Clare’s Cuming of Age

Summary: Bob was an average guy in an average job, living in an average 
house. That is until Clare, his neighbour’s beautiful 9 (nearly 10) year old 
daughter came into his life. 

The trouble started though when Clare’s mum asked Bob to baby sit Clare and 
her sister for a weekend. Bob soon got to know Clare in more ways than one and 
before long they were much more than good friends. Bob realised he was in 
love.

Unbeknown to Bob, greater forces were at work than he was aware of and in the 
space of just one week, his life went out of his control with first Clare’s mother, 
then her friend and even the friend’s daughter demanding Bob’s attention. They 
made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. 

Meantime Bob started to develop his interest in photography with some very 
interesting subjects.

Author's note: I would value positive criticism on this, my first work of writing


Chapter 1 - Wednesday

The day had gone well. I had worked through sorting out some of the usual 
problems any company has on a routine basis. Having stayed over to finish up, 
my boss Alan the Sales Director, was pleased, as this was becoming a regular 
thing and it kept the pressure off him, I suppose. 

“Hello Bob, working late again I see,” he said. “Any time you want a little time off 
in lieu, just let me know. It’s easier than having to book it through the company 
Dragon as official holiday.” Mavis was the directors’ gatekeeper/secretary/PA 
and was always referred to as the “Dragon”. It had an accurate ring to it. 

“By the way” he said, “we need to start work on preparing for that exhibition we 
are doing in Sweden next month”. 

The company I work for is a specialist manufacturer of miniature printed circuit 
boards for a very wide range of applications such as games devices, computer 
circuits and mini remote controllers. Our customer base includes the usual 
electronic companies as well as military. The Swedish show was an important 
annual sales event for us. 

“Yeah, I guess so. I have one or two ideas for it and will put them to you in the 
next few days” I replied. 

Driving home that hot mid June afternoon, I thought about the day, and how, if you 
had a decent job, life could be very satisfying however much you earned, which in 
my case wasn’t a lot. I had hope for promotion though. I enjoyed where I lived, 
and most of the neighbours around me. I had two passions in my life, my hobby 
of photography, particularly portraits and people and renovating my old MGB 
Roadster. Presently I was between girlfriends, so had time to follow my own 
passions for once.

I pulled into the drive, thinking about what I might do that evening. I live in a two 
bedroom semi detached house in a row of other identical “little boxes”. There are 
about twenty families living in our road, one or two elderly residents, but as these 
are affordable low cost dwellings, most of the others are young couples with kids. 
I smiled as I noticed across the road the usual group of kids playing some sort of 
game involving running touching and running away again. Being a no through 
“cul-de-sac” road, there was no traffic other than the residents’ own cars, so the 
kids used it as a play ground. There was a circle of about half a dozen girls of 
varying ages over the road from my house including my next door neighbours 
kids and the “Terrible Twins”, whose house they were outside. Further down the 
street some boys were kicking a ball about. It was so hot no one was running 
about very fast.

As I got out of the car, I noticed Clare glance across and give me a thin smile. 
Clare was the nine year old daughter of the couple who lived in the other half of 
the “semi” I lived in. She said something to her younger sister Julie who glanced 
my way before carrying on her game while Clare skipped over towards me. I 
couldn’t help noticing her school regulation cotton summer skirt bouncing well up 
her thighs as she moved.

“Hi Bob, how are you doing?” I always got a little heart flutter whenever Clare 
spoke to me, and today was no exception. Was it her turned up nose, giving her 
face a cute button look, or her piercing blue with grey rimmed irises or even the 
long strawberry blond hair pulled into a bunch, which flowed down her back 
reminding me of a horse’s tail flowing in the wind behind a galloper? I think it was 
more to do with the look in her face which always suggested she said one thing 
and really had another thought in mind. She was going to be a heart breaker 
alright. Mine was first on the list.

“Hi Clare good to see you. Looks like you are having a great time over there”. I 
said, glancing across to where the latest mini riot was taking place. The twins 
were at the centre of the action. With their blazing red hair, it was hard to miss 
them. Being a couple of years older than the others in the group, Clare was 
happy to leave them to it. 

“Not really,” she replied, “to be honest I’m getting bored. What are you doing 
tonight? Are you fixing up your car? Having a swim? Doing a photo shoot? 
Seeing your girlfriend?”  

I gave her a wry smile “Whoa slow down Clare, what’s with the interrogation?” I 
then saw that coquettish look she was prone to give. There was definitely 
something about this girl I couldn’t put my finger on. “Hmm” I thought, “that 
wouldn’t be a bad idea either! Snap out of it boy, she’s only nine almost ten 
going on nineteen.”

Returning to reality I said “Well after I’ve had a quick bite to eat, I am going to 
have an hour on the car. The brake pipes are nearly all in and I need to check the 
pressure’s OK and no leaks. Why, did you want to give me a hand?” 

She thought for a second and replied “Yes, alright I suppose, but it will cost you”. 

I gave her a sideways glance “OK what’s the damage?” 

She clearly had this planned as her answer was immediate “Swimming 
tomorrow. It’s so hot we should go.” 

I was cornered. “OK it’s a deal as long as your mum is happy.” 

Clare gave me a melting smile as she said “oh, I already agreed it with her”.  

“You little minx” I said reaching out to swat her bottom, but nimble as she was, 
she was way out of range before I even moved.  

I should explain that over the years of knowing the Nolan family, I had watched 
their daughters grow and had generally became friendly with them all. We didn’t 
live in each other’s pockets, but it was a regular thing to join in a BBQ or do small 
favours for each other. I had babysat on occasion and had taken Clare 
swimming once or twice to the local public pool. Her sister couldn’t swim 
properly yet being only seven. Their mother Jenny had a job in the local hospital 
as a nurse, while her husband Dick was some kind of techie in a web design 
company. I had gone to the pub with Dick occasionally, but recently that had 
stopped. The rumour was he drank a little more then was good for him and being 
married to a nurse the brakes had been applied.

Half an hour later, I was in my garage struggling into my overalls as Clare 
popped her head around the corner of the door. I noticed that she had now put on 
an old T shirt. The angle she was standing at against the light made me see that 
her boobs were just beginning to show. I had never noticed this before. They 
were no more than tiny bumps, barely noticeable as yet.  

She still wore her school skirt. “That may get dirty.” I said pointing this out. “It’s 
OK Bob, it goes through the wash tonight anyway.”

“Right young lady, this is what we are going to do. Firstly, I have to tighten up the 
gland nuts on the pipe ends, fill the reservoir up and then bleed the system of air. 
To do that I have to work on each brake hub calliper in turn underneath. Then 
finally pressure test it all. Reckon you can help with that?” We spent quarter of an 
hour completing the routine. The reservoir was filled so under the car I went. The 
car was on stands, so was about a foot above normal height to allow me under. 
As I lay under the car, my head was just beneath the driver’s door so I could 
explain to her. 

“Right,” I said, “what I need you to do is press the middle pedal when I say”. 

I had expected her to climb into the drivers seat to do this, but instead she stood 
by the open driver’s door and lifted her foot to the brake pedal. Her knee was 
almost up to her shoulder in height, whilst she hung onto the door frame for 
support. I was about to suggest she climbed in, when I glanced up, having 
previously been concentrating on the job in hand. I had an amazing sight that 
made me drop the spanner I held. I had a clear view between the child’s beautiful 
legs. Her bent knee had lifted the skirt and she had had to spread her thighs to 
get her foot to the pedal. Looking further up, I couldn’t help but see her panties 
were pulled tight across her arse cheeks. I must have stared for what seemed 
hours, but probably only five seconds. Her curves were perfection. She was a fit 
young girl and this showed in the lovely shape of her thighs and bum.

“What do you need me to do?” The question shook me out of my reverie. I 
blinked a couple of times. 

“Oh..er..um” I stammered “er take your foot off the brake for a few seconds 
Clare? Yes that’s it”. She was now standing by the car, awaiting instructions. I 
went to the first hub calliper and bled the air out while she again pressed the 
pedal on command. We then repeated this with the other hubs. 

Moving back to where I had started, under the driver’s door, I asked “OK would 
you repeat the process while we pressure test it for leaks? Yes, hold it there”. I 
was having distinct difficulty now. My voice had a wobble in to, my cock was 
jacking the car up another few inches and I thought my heart would give out. Here 
again was the vision of before. However, this time her panties had ridden even 
higher up into the crevice of her bum and cunt. I don’t know about camel toes, but 
this camel was definitely showing her toes! My view was so unobstructed, I could 
even see above her panties to her bare lower tummy beneath the waist band of 
her skirt.

The job was done and the brakes were fine. I wasn’t though. I couldn’t resist 
asking Clare to repeat the exercise a few more times. 

After about another five minutes, Jenny Nolan’s voice could be heard at their 
front door. “Clare, time to come in for your homework”. 

“OK Mum, just finishing Bob’s job for him” She called back, then giggled and 
muttered something about “Bob a Job”. I smiled at the old scouting reference. I 
climbed out from under the car, brushing the dust off. My rampant throbbing cock 
was well hidden inside the overalls fortunately. I thanked Clare for her help. 

“Right” she said as she moved off, “We have a swimming date tomorrow then as 
agreed”. 

“OK Clare, it’s a date.” 

As she moved out of the doors, she looked over her shoulder and asked “Did 
you enjoy the view?” Before I could open my mouth, she had vanished.

Shortly afterwards I took a long shower. The unexpected event with Clare 
resulted in an inevitable long, slow sensuous session rubbing my cock in a soapy 
delicious massage. The image of Clare’s inner thighs and thin, tight cotton 
covered cunt and arse was replaying itself in my mind like a video stuck in a 
loop. When I came, I thought it would break the shower glass. I was as randy as a 
fourteen year old on his first date. Gob after gob fired out. I thought it wouldn’t 
end. The waves rippled over me again and again. Oh the sheer pleasure! 
  
“Get your act together boy, she’s only nine, nearly ten and here you are, twenty 
five panting after her like a dog after a bitch on heat”. My thoughts were firing 
around my mind. Suddenly I stopped feeling any guilt. I had enjoyed the flash of 
panties. I had enjoyed the time in the shower and had the best orgasm in many 
months. “It was a one off, wasn’t it? Of course.” I rationalised to myself. But then 
again, Clare’s final comment seemed to hang in the recesses of my mind.

Chapter 2 - Thursday

The next work day was similar to yesterday. Orders came in, shipments went out. 
I had a meeting with Alan to bounce some early ideas about the forthcoming 
show in Sweden. He seemed happy to leave the detail to me, so my day flew 
past fairly quickly. 

It was even hotter now, as I arrived home that afternoon and as usual the kids of 
the neighbourhood were milling around. As I pulled up, Clare trotted over, 
followed by her  sister Julie. Julie could have been Clare’s twin, but for the two 
and a half year difference in age. She had the same facial features and eye and 
hair colouring. 

“Hi Bob,” Clare said with a wide smile, “what time are we off?” 

“Off? oh you mean swimming,” I replied vacantly.

She gave me a second hand look clearly thinking I had early day dementia. 
“Yeah, like we agreed. Oh and my mum said she wants a word with you”. My 
heart skipped a beat. Had the little incident of yesterday been reported back to 
HQ?  

Jenny Nolan answered the door with a bright smile “Hi Bob,” she said echoing 
her daughter’s routine address to me. Jenny Nolan was a hard working but 
caring mother of about thirty. She had the same features, hair and eye colour as 
her two daughters. She looked younger than her years, and could have been 
mistaken for their older sister. She was proud of her house, modest as it was 
and even more proud of her family. To Jenny an important part of what made the 
world go round was the relationships she and her family had with all those around 
them, and that, I suppose included me. 

“Clare says it’s swimming night tonight. Are you sure you aren’t being pressed 
into service?” 

“No,” I replied, “I was hoping to get some exercise in tonight anyway”. 

Jenny grinned “Well as long as it’s not too much bother. You know Clare always 
seems to get her own way, the little madam.” Jenny paused and puckered her 
lips. “I have a favour to ask though Bob. I know  it’s asking a lot, but I was 
wondering if you would take Julie along as well. She isn’t learning to swim as I 
had hoped, and Dick, well Dick is Dick and he doesn’t swim and I never have the 
time to teach her. You are such a good, regular swimmer, I was hoping you would 
take her along and teach her”. 

I blinked at this unexpected request. “I don’t know Jenny, what will people think if 
they see me with my hands on your young daughter in a semi naked condition. I 
might have some explaining to do”. 

She grinned back at my worried expression. “Don’t you worry about what people 
may think. Anyway lot’s of parents go to the pool to teach their youngsters. You 
will just be loco parentis. I will give you a note to take in case some nosey parker 
asks stupid questions.” 

Accepting the inevitable, I got my gear together. Through the adjoining wall I 
could hear the shrieks as the girly whirlwind prepared to go. In what seemed like 
thirty seconds flat, a hammering on the door told me they were ready. The 
journey to the pool was little short of a nightmare. Firstly the choice of who sat in 
the front seat. Then choice of music (if you can call their choice that), followed by 
loud chat and shrieks of laughter about nothing in particular. I was relieved to 
arrive.

The leisure centre in town provides various sporting activities like badminton, 
tennis and squash as well as speciality activities like rock climbing, gymnastics 
and, in the pool area, high diving. The pool is divided into three sections. The 
diving area, main pool for “swimming lengths” and a shallow tiny tots pool. I 
always swim in the main pool doing my thirty exercise lengths. When I have taken 
Clare in the past, I have broken up my routine, so she doesn’t get bored on her 
own, although she is becoming an accomplished swimmer in her own right.

The changing rooms in our leisure centre are communal, in that there is a 
common unisex area filled with changing cubicles, but separate exits to the pool, 
where toilet and shower facilities are provided. The changing area is now a few 
years old and scheduled for re-vamping, but budget cuts, I suppose, had delayed 
this unessential work. Into the chaos of many families all coming and going, we 
entered. We turned into a side recess off the main room where there were two 
cubicles. One was larger than the other, so I ushered the two girls into that, while I 
entered the other smaller one. 

It doesn’t take me long to change, and as I was about to exit to place my clothes 
in one of the lockers, I noticed that there was a glint of light between two of the 
panels. I leaned over and noticed that the upper panel overlapped the lower and 
that under this overlap, there was a hole not obvious unless your eye was lower 
down. Hearing that the girls were spending more time giggling than getting on 
with it, I couldn’t help myself but to take a quick glance. At first, all I saw was pink. 
Little girl flesh close to the hole, I suppose. 

Then there was movement, and suddenly I had a clear uninterrupted view of a 
beautiful blue panty covered bubble bottom. The cheeks moved up and down 
gently, suggesting she was moving from one foot to the other. I was hypnotised 
by this vision of loveliness. Suddenly, the girl slowly started to bend over away 
from me, pushing down her underwear as she did, so I could now see her bare 
bum and as she bent further, her arse opened exposing to me her puckered little 
brown hole then the skin of her perineum and below that the full glory of her pussy 
with its fat pouting cunt lips. I have seen some sexy arses and cunts in my time, 
but this was a vision from heaven. As she moved, her legs were lifted and briefly 
her labia opened and there almost winking at me was her clitoris. I took a sharp 
intake of breath, blinked and looked again. A moment later, she stood up straight 
again so all I could see was her bubble bum, not that I was complaining. Then 
slowly, she turned around towards me and there was the loveliest hairless pubic 
mound. I couldn’t have dreamt of a more desirable vision. Her slit seemed to go 
on forever. The tiniest fold of skin showed her clitoris to be just showing. My heart 
was beating 120 to the minute. She turned in profile to me, I could see her 
mound was very prominent. Not a wisp of hair. Just then a white swimsuit was 
pulled up obscuring the view.  All too soon the show was over and moments later 
I met the girls outside. I put their bags into a locker with my own kit and we went 
down to the pool. I realised when I saw what the girls were wearing that the vision 
I had seen, was of Clare. 

As we went through the changing room to the pool entrance, I noticed that 
Clare’s costume was a little on the small side, showing off every curve of her 
perfect body. As she turned to face me, her camel toe suggested that her swim 
suit might not have had a padded gusset, so clearly did it show. Several other 
men’s heads turned as we passed, so I realised I wasn’t the only one to notice. 
Julie on the other hand had a pink bikini on, which was far too large for her. I 
assumed it was one of Clare’s cast offs that she had grown out of. The bikini was 
simply too big. Not that she needed a top at her age, but the cloth moved like a 
loose rag. Her tiny nipples, like mosquito bite marks appeared and disappeared 
in a rhythm matching her step. The elastic of the bottoms was not doing a great 
job either. With them being large, combined with her almost parallel figure, she 
had to keep pulling them up.   

In the pool, the girls both wanted to use the main swimming area. Clare said she 
would do a few lengths while I helped Julie. I noticed that a couple of lanes were 
roped off to allow adults with children a play area not interrupted by the serious 
swimmers. So we went into that area right at the shallow end. The depth came 
up to my chest and was enough for me to stand, but too deep for Julie. Being the 
trusting soul that she is, she just jumped off the side into my arms squealing with 
delight, drawing a frown from one of the life guards who glanced meaningfully at 
the “No jumping into the pool” sign, before returning his attention to a scantily 
clad teen chatting to and trying to impress him.

After a lot of splashing about, holding either onto me or the side of the pool, Julie 
signalled she was ready for her first lesson. 

“OK,” I said “hold onto my hands and see if you can kick your legs keeping them 
as straight as you can and try to see if you stay level with the surface”. She had 
several attempts and slowly got the hang of it. 

“Right, now you have your leg kicking right, let’s start on teaching you how to 
move your legs in a breaststroke motion. You’re going to look just like a frog 
swimming” She giggled. We moved to the pool side, where she could hold on for 
support. I placed one hand under her tummy while guiding her legs with the other. 
Soon she had the hang of it. 

“OK now onto your arm motions”. I supported Julie placing one hand back under 
her belly and the other over her bikini top. I told her to concentrate on her arm 
motions and not worry about her leg movements just yet. Again she made 
progress – the young learn quick I guess. I couldn’t help feeling her little titties as 
her chest moved in three dimensions over my hand, while she exercised. They 
may have been tiny, but they both hardened to the touch as time went by.

“Good,” I said, “time to try both legs and arms together”. I placed one hand under 
her belly again and told her to use her arms and legs. Her breaststroke was 
rudimentary, but it worked in a fashion. 

“Right, this time let’s see if you can do it yourself,” as I reduced the support too 
quickly. A lot of splashing coughing and panic told me it was too soon. I 
supported her again. “OK, don’t worry, let’s try another way. Instead using the 
hand that’s under your tummy I will reduce the support more slowly as we go. 
How does that sound?” Julie was still in a panic and clung on to me. 

“OK Bob, but promise not to let me go?” I promised. Again we got into position 
and away she went. She could swim perfectly well, but for the panic that told her 
she would immediately sink if I let her go. I had no intention of frightening Julie in 
this her first lesson or any other time come to that.

Julie started the arm motions and then the legs. At first I was almost holding her 
out of the water, but she was doing fine, so slowly I lowered my hand. As I did so 
the panic welled up. 

“Don’t let me go Bob” she gasped, whilst spitting water out. 

“OK Poppet I promised”. So the process continued. Suddenly, I realised she was 
supporting her own weight, and with her motions, she started to move forward, 
so I moved parallel to her. My hand was almost superfluous, but the “don’t let 
goes” continued. What happened next caught me unawares. A large wave 
washed over her. Her eyes widened in panic and she suddenly surged forward in 
the wash. As she moved, my hand slid along her belly and into her bikini 
bottoms, the loose fabric giving no resistance whatsoever. Her face was still one 
of panic. She clearly hadn’t noticed where my hand was. I gently placed my other 
hand under her tummy for support and allowed her to “swim” on. 

I now had a seven year old’s oh so smooth pubic mound and cunt slipping over 
my hand in a most public place. To say I was stunned would be an 
understatement; but at the same time I was in heaven. Right now my cock could 
have been used as a sea anchor. As Julie kicked her legs in the basic motion of 
the breaststroke, her slit was continually opening and closing around my index 
finger.  The finger slowly moved in between her cunt lips. As she moved back 
and forth in her swimming motions, I could clearly feel at first her clitoral hood, 
then her labia lips and finally her opening. As she moved back and forth, I almost 
felt a slight slickness there. Julie still in her panic was unaware of what was 
happening to her. I couldn’t continue this for long, so after a while, I made a 
motion of taking the support away and in her panic, removed the offending hand. 

After a few minutes Clare swam over to us with another girl. She had met up with 
a couple of friends from school and had played various splashing and chasing 
games with them. “Hi you two, this is my friend Ellie. How’s Julie’s lesson going 
Bob?” 

“OK I think, but she needs to gain confidence. That might take a few sessions”. 

She looked over at Julie and removed her swimming goggles as she  said with a 
smirk “Does that mean you’re going to have to bring us more often?” 

“You little imp,” I said, splashing her. Fatal mistake. She simply pulled the 
goggles back on and splashed back tenfold.

All too soon we were whistled out of the pool, while Ellie rejoined her swimming 
partner. Our time was up. Walking towards the changing room entrance, I noticed 
that Clare’s white swimsuit was now almost transparent. I know white suits are 
known to do this when wet, but this was amazing. Her cunt and bum were on full 
display as if she were wearing cling film. Again more than a few heads turned. 

Back in the changing room, I went to our locker to retrieve our bags. The girls 
had said they were going to take a quick shower. I usually wait until I get home. I 
found the same two changing cubicles were empty, so used them again. Placing 
my bag in the one I used before, I then went into the other with the girls’ bags. I 
couldn’t help noticing that one was unzipped and right on the top was a pair of 
blue knickers. They had clearly been stuffed into the bag in haste. For there on 
the surface was a skid mark where a bottom had rubbed against the cloth. 
Moving the material along, I could see a faint yellow stain. Bending down I 
inhaled what was a glorious scent of little girl musk. Her cunt juice, sweat and 
pee had combined to create a nectar fit for the gods. I took several deep breaths 
through those panties. 

All too soon, hearing the girls returning along the corridor, I went back into my 
cubicle just before the girls came round the corner and entered theirs. I called to 
them to say where their bags were. I dried myself in record time, as I wanted to 
get back to my peep hole. Sure enough, as I crouched down I could see a towel 
moving in a drying motion. Then it was gone, and across from me I saw the front 
of the little pink bikini bottoms Julie was wearing. Just then, her fingers eased 
them down; actually they were so loose they almost fell down. There was the slot I 
had so recently been fondling. She rubbed herself dry where the bikini had been. 
I so wanted to touch that slot again. Just then she turned facing away from me 
and bent down to dry her toes. Her bottom opened up like a flower’s petals in the 
sun. Her puckered brown asterix shaped hole looked so small but at the same 
time very inviting. As she bent lower, her little cunt came into view and like her 
bum hole opened up so I could see deep into her; I had wondered if she had 
been slick earlier in the pool. Now I could see she was, just a very little. I nearly 
came on the spot. Her skin had a sort of wrinkled look from having been in the 
water making her look paler than usual. She straightened up and while turning, I 
could see that she, like her sister had a superb raised mound as she leant back 
for something, it stuck out magnificently. There was not a hair anywhere, but then 
again she was only seven. She was as smooth as a babies bottom. 

Clare chose that moment to step in front of my viewing hole. It would seem she 
had been helping her little sister to get dry. While Julie dressed, she would need 
the little bench to sit on, so they had swapped positions. Clare started to dry 
herself now, although having had a towel draped around her for the past few 
minutes, it didn’t take long. As she moved, I couldn’t help but notice that fantastic 
camel toe again. Her cunt mound and slit was every man’s pedo dream. 
Combining that with the white transparent swim suit, this was just about as sexy 
as anything could get. She pulled the costume down, sliding it down those 
slender legs. 

As she straightened out, I again had a full frontal view of her exquisite naked 
pussy, inches from my face. That mound was to die for. What I would have given 
to get in there and lick those lips. Like her sister, she now dried between her legs 
and over her body where the costume had been. Just then, she ran the fingers of 
both hands over her pussy lips and in a slow sensuous motion, she pushed one 
lip down and the other up, then reversed the motion, repeating this a couple of 
times, then she pulled them slowly apart and pushed a finger gently inside. For 
about 5 seconds, she frigged herself as if in slow motion. During this time I was 
hypnotised by her undulating movements. This was just sensational. I had never 
been so aroused. I came all over the floor. Rope after rope pulsed out. Still I 
couldn’t take my eye away. The spell broke, as again like before, she turned and 
bent over to dry her feet. But, in so doing, she parted her legs. Her brown little 
asterix shaped arse hole opened up, her pink and coral coloured cunt opened 
up, her clitoral hood opened up and to my amazement, I clearly saw she was 
slick; not just slick, but a pearl coloured dribble was running down towards her 
clit. What was going on?

I continued to press my face to the panel, my erection pulsed, blood rushed to my 
ears, I had just cum, but the pressure on my cock was still immense. I thought I 
was going to pass out. Clare had finished drying her feet. As she moved to stand 
up straight, I distinctly saw her glance over her shoulder at my spy hole. Did I see 
a little quiver of a smile. It all happened so quickly I couldn’t be sure. I used my 
towel to wipe up the floor, hoping no one had seen the evidence through the eight 
inch gap between the wall and floor.

In a few minutes we were dressed and on our way. “How about a Macky D’s?” 

“Yey” they both shouted. 

“OK, my treat”. I didn’t say It was small repayment for treats I had had. The local 
MacDonalds is near the road we used, so we were soon inside ordering Super 
Macs and Sweet chilli crispy chicken sandwiches and the like. I couldn’t believe 
the amount these two could put away. 

After we had eaten, we were just relaxing and chatting when Julie said she “Had 
to go”. I pointed out where the ladies room was. 

While we were waiting for Julie, Clare gave me a look that begged my question 
“OK what’s on your mind, shoot?” 

“Well, Bob” she answered with another question “Do you want me as your 
girlfriend?”. I had just been taking a sip. The coffee shot out of my nostrils, so 
surprised was I at this innocently worded question which had so many 
ramifications. Clare was falling about with laughter, while I, on the other hand, 
was trying to regain my dignity. 

“Er, what? Where did that one come from Clare?” I asked, mopping up the 
coffee across the table. 

Still laughing at my discomfiture, she also looked a little shy, unusual for her. 
“Well, firstly do you like me, I mean in that way?” 

Still on the back foot I muttered “Well err what brought that question on?” 

She gave me that look of hers that suggested she was instructing a small child in 
how to tie a shoe lace. “Firstly, you like little girls. Secondly you go out of your 
way to spy on them if given the chance and thirdly, if you can, you like to feel them 
up as well. We have known each other as long as I can remember Bob, I like you, 
you’re good fun to be around, you make me laugh and I think you’re sexy.  So do 
you?”

“What ever made you think I like little girls and why do you say I want to spy on 
you and feel you up?” I asked in what I hoped was a reasonable voice.

Clare rolled her eyes feigning exasperation and took a deep sigh. “Last night I 
saw you looking up my skirt. Not just once but several times. In fact it was 
obvious you had checked the brakes and yet you made me repeat my 
movements that allowed you to look up my skirt several times. I saw you, don’t 
pretend. Then today, when we were getting ready to swim, I thought I saw 
movement where the panels join. I wasn’t sure so after we went back to dry and 
dress I checked and found a hole and realised you were drying and I could see 
you, so you would have been able to see us. Nice willy by the way. I looked along 
the panel and found another very small gap, just enough to make out what you 
were up to, and guess what, in a few seconds you bent down and started 
watching, Julie. Don’t deny it. Finally, while we were swimming, I saw you were 
really concentrating on Julie’s lesson. You didn’t notice when I came over. I 
wondered what was so interesting. I pulled my goggles over my eyes and swam 
under quite near you. I could see you had your fingers in Julies bikini and not only 
that, you were really feeling her up. Your woody confirmed what you thought.”

I must have been a picture, because Clare started to giggle and said ”If you don’t 
close your mouth, a fly will go in and have half of your meal”. That broke the ice 
and made me laugh. 

“OK young lady if that’s true, why did you get dressed where I could watch you?” 

She looked around the restaurant making sure no one could hear “Well that 
brings us back to my question of whether you think I should be your girlfriend? 
You see Bob, I have had a crush on you since, well, I can’t remember. I wasn’t 
sure how you felt about me, so I set about trying to find out. God you’re dense 
when it comes to hints! A couple of weeks ago I sat in your lap at the BBQ. Did 
you respond derrr no. I have tried to let you get a flash from time to time, I have 
even said leading things. It wasn’t until yesterday, fixing your car, did I know you 
might be interested. So tonight I thought let’s give him a real show to find out one 
way or the other. Did you enjoy it, by the way?”

“Well of course I did, but that’s entirely beside the point. It does give me a lot to 
think about though. First of all, you are so young, and if we took this the way I 
think you mean, I could end up in jail. On the other hand, what if we leave this as 
things used to be, what then?” I looked at her enquiringly in the eye.

She paused and held my look. “OK, but you know I have a very special 
relationship with my mum. I have no secrets from her ……” She left that floating in 
the air as Julie came back to join us.

I was pensive and quiet on the way home. I had some serious thinking to do and 
quick. The girls didn’t argue about who was in the front. In fact they both rode in 
the back playing some game or other. As we got out of the car at home, I helped 
the girls get their kit from the boot (trunk). As Julie toddled off, 

I quietly asked Clare “Let me think about what you said. I think we’ll both know 
how we feel in a day or so”. She gave me one of her melting smiles, a quick hug 
and was away.

As I removed my stuff from the car, Jenny came round and asked how it went. 

“It went well. Julie should be able to swim soon. Another two or three sessions 
and she should be well on the way,” I said. 

“Oh thank you Bob I really don’t know how to thank you. You are such a good 
neighbour. In more ways than I think you realise. Clare is getting to that awkward 
stage. She will be ten in a week or so and thinks she is a teenager already. I am 
sure the hormones are jangling early in that one”. 

“If only you knew” I thought. 

“You seem to have such a good effect on her, which Dick never seems to 
manage. Well that’s Dick just being Dick. He is so good with Jenny. They are like 
peas in a pod, but when it comes to Clare there is always a barrier, like they 
don’t speak the same language or something,” she mused. 

I turned to go as Jenny puckered her lips again in that way I was starting to 
recognise “Oh Bob, while you’re here, can I ask you another favour?” 

“Er, yes, of course,” I replied “what is it?”  

“Well, It’s Dick’s company’s annual do tomorrow. Most firms have theirs at 
Christmas but his, for some reason do it as close to mid summer as they can. I 
need a baby sitter. Usually I ask my sister on these occasions, but she works in 
the same firm, so will be there too. Dick doesn’t know it, but they are giving him 
an award for ten year’s service. We will be staying in the hotel the other side of 
town where it’s being held. The only thing is, we don’t have a spare room, would 
you be a sweetie and put them up at yours?” Before I knew it, I had agreed, said 
it was no trouble at all and staggered home to think through the mess my life had 
suddenly become. But first, I had an urgent appointment in the shower to see if 
this time I could really break that glass.

Chapter 3 - Friday

The next day work ticked along in the usual hectic way Sarah in accounts had 
come down to my office for no particular reason, using the Swedish show as an 
excuse to discuss expenses. Sarah seemed a nice girl about thirty. She had 
previously worked in a theatre before it closed down, doing make up and hair. 
She was frustrated because she now couldn’t get work in that field. Her real 
reason for calling by was to drop hints for a date. Strange as she was married to 
a sales rep, who always seemed to be away.  Probably just needed a quick fuck. 
A week ago I would have jumped at the chance, but all of a sudden my life had 
altered and I realised I had a new perspective on things. I suddenly knew I 
couldn’t wait to get home.

I turned into the end of the road and saw that the kids had found a paddling pool 
from somewhere and set it up on the lawn in front of the Terrible Twin’s house. 
Most parents wouldn’t have wanted their grass turned to mud, but their mother, 
Vera Redlock cared little about almost anything, especially her childrens’ 
welfare; actually to be pedantic, the child welfare they got from the state she did 
care for. What they got up to she couldn’t give a shit about. Vera had an 
unfortunate nickname in the pub, ‘The cunt with a grunt’.

Boys and girls were all splashing about in the pool. Most were in their knickers 
with bare feet. All were having a ball. Today had been the hottest of the year so 
far, so they deserved some fun. I noticed that the wet knickers showed the 
shapes of the little bodies inside very nicely. Oh to be ten years old again and 
join in!

After I pulled up, Jenny came out almost immediately. Clearly she was in a hurry 
to get away for Dick’s company dinner dance, but there was something else on 
her mind. She had puckered those lips again. 

“Hi Bob,” came the usual greeting, “I have a really big favour to ask again.” This 
time I was also getting the doe eyes look. 

“Go on,” I said, “I won’t bite.” 

” Well as part of Dick’s ten year award, they have just contacted  me to say that 
they are putting us up all expenses in the presidential suite, but it’s for two nights, 
tonight and tomorrow. Thrown into that there’s a race event with a garden party 
going on until Sunday afternoon, but only if you can cover for us.” 

I thought for a few moments thinking through my weekend plans. I had planned on 
a bit of work on my car and if possible a little photography as well. 

”I don’t see why we can’t manage that Jenny. You work hard and I have a high 
regard for the way you bring your girls up. Certainly you need a break, even if it’s 
Dick that had the award. It would be a pleasure to help out. I was going to do 
some photography, the weather being so good, but I guess the girls can come 
too. Would it be OK to take them along and photograph them too?” Jenny leaned 
over and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. I actually blushed! How do the Nolan 
women manage to twist me round their little fingers? 

“Right,” she said, “I will be round in five minutes with all their gear and contact 
details and so on.”

Right on time, the bell rang. The three of them trooped in, in descending height 
and age. 

“Girls,” instructed Jenny “could you take your bedding and clothes up to the room 
please? I want a quick word with Bob.” The thumping up the stairs and across 
the ceiling pinpointed where the girls had vanished to. 

“Now Bob,” Jenny gave me a friendly but stern look. “You are not to take any 
nonsense from those two. Be firm with them please. They dote after you, so I am 
sure they will do anything you ask. They’ve been at school all day, so can you 
give them a bath please? I will leave the time to you, but not too late. Jenny likes 
a story when going to sleep, and her teddy is up there with her. When they are 
away in a strange bed, sometimes they don’t sleep well. Could you give them 
some cocoa when they go to bed? I have brought over my knock out drops. I get 
them from the dispensary at work. I shouldn’t really have them, but the pharmacist 
is a friend of mine. Could you put six drops in Clare’s drink and four in Julie’s. 
Clare knows how to do it. They work wonders. You won’t hear a peep from either 
of them until dawn, but then watch out,” she added with a chuckle “they’ll be 
awake big style. Here is a list of where we will be and key phone numbers. I am 
sure you won’t need them, just in case. Oh, and in the morning, is it OK for you to 
drop them off at the leisure centre? Saturdays they have gymnastics at nine 
o’clock. Here’s a note so they know who is picking the girls up.” 

She smiled and muttered “I am so grateful to you Bob, more than I think you 
know. I will make it up to you somehow.” She leaned over to give me a kiss. I 
offered her my cheek and found she was kissing me full on the lips. One of her 
hands was on my tummy the other gave my bum a gentle squeeze. The kiss 
lasted a second or two longer than necessary, her tongue wiped my lips. “I mean 
it Bob, I will make it up to you. Look after my little girls for me Bob. Oh!” she 
turned and with cheeky smile, purred, “and enjoy yourself.” Then she was gone.

I went upstairs unsure what I would find. My spare room was also my 
photographic studio. I had removed the vulnerable lighting and more fragile kit 
the previous night. My cameras and lenses all had little pigeon hole cupboards 
on the wall where they would be safe enough. There was a fold-into-the-wall 
double bed which could be pulled down for occasions such as this which I had 
set up.  The girls had wasted no time. They had placed their pillows set up Teddy 
in prime position put their clothes into the drawers and wardrobe and generally 
settled in. 

“Looks like you have everything in order girls.” I observed. “The only thing is, you 
may be too hot using that duvet with this weather. If so, when you go to bed, you 
can decide whether to use this big double sheet instead, which I will leave on the 
side for you. It will be much cooler. Right who’s for pizza?”   

The evening went well. We ordered in the pizza, which the girls ate with fingers 
(not allowed at home) and great gusto. 

Afterwards I asked “Right do you want a film, then bath, then bed, or bath, then 
film, then bed?” 

A quick silent debate of about three seconds took place resulting in a nod and 
reply “Bath, film, bed”. 

“OK let’s go,” I said. 

Julie shot off first, but Clare hung back “Have you come up with an answer yet 
Bob?” 

I looked at her and smiled. “Well I think you will know the answer to that before 
the weekend is up, but let’s say I really like the idea, but need to work it through in 
my mind.” 

Her face lit up “Oh by the way, how do baths work in the Nolan house? Do you 
and Julie wash yourselves, or does your mum do it? How do I play this?” 

That coquettish look came again “What did my mum ask you to do?” 

I thought for a second “She said to give you both a bath.” 

“Well then,” she retorted, “don’t ask stupid questions.”

The bath was running. I had set the temperature quite low, as the weather was 
now very hot and clammy. The girls came into the bathroom together. 

Julie giggled. “Bob as you are my daddy for the weekend, will you to take my 
clothes off for me?” Lord above, what a question! I knelt down in front of Julie and 
started to undo the buttons on her school uniform shirt. I slipped the sleeves off 
her arms and placed the garment on the stool behind me. As I reached to undo 
her chequered blue and white regulation skirt, I couldn’t help but look closely at 
her little nipples. They were after all about four inches away from my eyes. Flat as 
a pancake they had been yesterday, now they were little pin head sized bumps 
surrounded by her little, very light coloured, pinkie brown aureoles. The skirt 
dropped to the floor next, Clare helped and placed it onto the clothes heap. Julie 
was wearing panties in light pink, with little red hearts printed across them. I 
wanted to watch carefully as I placed my thumbs under the elastic and slowly 
lowered them down her spindly legs to the floor where she stepped out of them. 
There was that glorious slit again. I could hardly restrain myself from diving in with 
my tongue right away. Julie lifted one foot so I could remove her white sock and 
placed it dangerously close to the tent in my trousers. I could just see her little 
cunt opening a bit as she moved her leg. She placed her other foot up while I 
removed the other sock. God I was in heaven. As she turned, I gave her a playful 
slap on the bum and lifted her in to the water.

“My turn,” chimed Clare, she mimicked a baby voice, “would you take my clothes 
off for me, mister?” My heart skipped at the phrase. 

Clare moved over by the bath and stood with her back to her sister. She was 
looking at me directly in the eye I could just see the tip of her tongue at the corner 
of her mouth, she pushed her chest out for me to undo her school blouse. Again I 
worked my way down, but this time my hands were shaking. Julie was splashing 
and singing some tune and in a world of her own. I was definitely in a world of my 
own too. As Clare’s blouse opened up, I had my first real look at her titties. She 
pulled her shoulders back and again pushed her chest towards me. Her boobs 
were still very small, almost non existent. Really no bigger than small cones about 
half an inch high with nipples not even yet the size of small pencil erasers forming 
pink tops to each. 

“Like what you see Bob?” she teased. How right she was, but I had to get the 
upper hand with this vixen. As Julie was unsighted, I quickly raised both of my 
hands and gently rubbed each of her nipples with my palms. I then rolled each 
one between finger and thumb. I quickly leaned forward and licked one then the 
other just once. Clare was taken by surprise, there was a sharp intake of breath 
and a small moan. Julie looked across, so I quickly continued with undoing the 
skirt. There was a single button and small zip. The skirt dropped to the floor and 
as Clare stepped out of it, it was placed in the growing pile of clothes behind me. 

“Shall I?” I whispered as I placed my thumbs into the waist band of her panties. A 
little nod was all I needed. Just then, I noticed a damp patch in the crotch of the 
panties. I didn’t give her a chance to move, as I swept a finger through the camel 
toe which she seemed to permanently display. Again she let out a gentle moan 
her eyes closed and her head moved slowly back and to one side. This was one 
turned on girl. I tugged down the panties and she deftly stepped out of them. I 
saw the little fold of skin that was her clit just showing again and took the liberty of 
giving it a quick single wipe with the back of my knuckle. Again she gave a sharp 
intake of breath and a little shudder. Clare’s socks were soon off and into the 
water she sank.

Removing the pile of clothing, I went into their bedroom and folded them. I 
couldn’t resist inhaling the wonderful odour of their panties. Clare’s had that 
musky sexy little girl smell, while Julie’s whilst less pungent were very pleasant to 
enjoy. For some reason I found it a real turn on to see that both had little brown 
skid marks and further forward a faint line of yellow. Clare’s also seemed to 
show tiny white crusty flakes.

Returning to the bathroom, I asked who was first. They settled on Julie. I decided 
it wise to remove my T shirt. A soaking here was a certainty. 

Picking up the soap I asked, “right girls, do you like a flannel, sponge or bare 
hands?” 

“Hands please,” replied Julie “It doesn’t feel so rough.” 

“Hands it is” I said rubbing the soap into a nice lather. First were her arms and 
then around her neck and back. I asked her to wash her face to make sure I 
didn’t get soap in her eyes. While she did this, I washed her chest and tummy 
making sure those nipples got the full treatment. It was nice to feel the tiny pin 
head nipples harden up again. Then one leg, starting at the toes and working up 
to her knees, and the other. 

“OK Poppet, could you stand up for me?” I asked. As she stood, I was lathering 
my hands with the soap again. I wanted lots of soap for this. I started at her lower 
back and worked down each bum cheek to her knees. Then back up. 

“Could you move your legs apart for me darling?” Into her bum crack I plunged 
sliding my soapy hands up and down from the small of her back down to the 
edge of her cunt. I concentrated then on her bum hole and gently pushed my 
finger in to the first knuckle. Removing it, I put it in again and a third time. 

“Do you think you’re clean there yet Poppet?” I queried.

“Not quite,” came the reply “once more”. I obliged with a couple more insertions. 

“OK darling, about face.” I was looking forward to this.

My jeans were soaked with pre-cum but with all the water around, it didn’t show. 
Soapy hands worked her lower tummy and thighs. Then I took the plunge and 
asking her to move her legs apart again, I worked my finger up and down her  
pussy lips. I looked across at Clare. She was kneeling in the bath. The water only 
coming half way up her thighs. As I rubbed her sister’s cunt with my fingers, so 
she was moving her own fingers in a copying motion, shadowing my every 
movement. Her eyes never left mine during this stunningly sexy exhibition.

Julie pulled my face around towards her “It’s still my turn.” I laughed and went 
back to cleaning the inside of her slit. Slowly I moved my fingers further and 
further back, until her Vulva opened up and my finger slid into the entrance of her 
pussy. As I moved back and forth, her clit started to harden and her hips moved 
gently forward and back, swaying with the movement of my finger. Her eyes were 
closed and she had a dreamy look on her face, a half smile and far away were 
her thoughts.

“Ahem,” interrupted Clare “my turn I think.” She was right, so I told Julie to swap 
places with Clare. 

I repeated the same washing procedure with Clare and order of working as 
before. But, when I came to her chest, I really wanted to massage stroke and feel 
those titties in my hands. I took my time with lots of soap. Those little cones 
hardened off. She leaned her head back to push her chest out and gave a little 
moan. Julie didn’t seem to notice what was happening, she was humming a tune 
and playing with a yellow plastic duck I kept for decoration. Returning my 
attention to Clare, I came to her bottom, she moved her legs wide apart without 
being asked. I thoroughly enjoyed running my fingers back and forth through the 
crack of her bottom and located her bum hole. It was all puckered up and inviting. 
Clare leaned forward and placed her hands on the wall while I rubbed her poop 
chute. The in and out motions went on for a few seconds, as I slowly inserted my 
finger further and further into her lovely virgin bum. Her breathing started to 
shorten and became ragged. Time to pull out I decided. She turned around and I 
noticed her face was quite flushed. 

This time, after her thighs and tummy were done, she leaned her shoulders 
against the wall, placed her feet about  a yard apart, and thrust her mound out 
towards me. Skimming my fingers over this miniature mount of pleasure, I felt the 
smoothest skin I had ever felt before. It was exquisite.  I rubbed her slit in the 
same way as I had Julie’s, then I pushed my finger past her clitoris through her 
labia and almost back to her bum. I shortened the strokes until I was just rubbing 
her clit and cunt hole. Then as her breathing increased in speed in short gasps, I 
inserted my finger right into her cunt. Further and further it went moving in and 
out, but getting deeper all the time. 

I found her barrier intact. “Careful,” I thought, “don’t break that just yet.” My finger 
started to move in and out a little quicker. From Clare’s movements and 
moaning, it was clear she could cum anytime. I didn’t want to worry Julie, so had 
to bring things to a close, much to Clare’s disappointment. After all, I was only 
following their mum’s instructions giving them a bath, wasn’t I?

“Right girls,” I called, “ time for a film or TV. Ten minutes later they were 
downstairs going through my collection of DVDs finally selecting one called 
“Frozen”. While the film ran, I decided I had to take a shower, if nothing else to 
cool off. The soapy, sensual massage I gave my cock while the water ran down 
me was out of this world. I erupted in seconds like a volcano, certain this time the 
glass had to go. Then, just as I was coming back to earth, I saw a movement of 
pink out of the corner of my eye over near the door. “Interesting,” I thought, “I 
wonder who that was?”

Returning to the lounge, I found both girls settled into the film. They were lying 
face down on the carpet with pillows to rest on. They were wearing short light 
weight summer night gowns. Julie’s was white with various Disney characters 
printed on it, while Clare’s I noticed with interest was pink. I sat in the armchair. 
The girls were in front of me, with their feet splayed towards me. As the film 
progressed, the wriggling they both exercised, resulted in the hems riding up and 
up. I had a grandstand view. Far better than watching some documentary. 
Neither wore panties. Both displayed all their charms.

All good things come to an end and it was getting late. Moans of “Do we have 
to,” and “Mum always let’s us stay up at weekends,” bought another half an hour. 

“Right,” says I “who’s for cocoa?” Clare came to help while Julie put the DVD 
away. Soon the drink was ready. Clare got the knock out drops from the shelf 
where her mother had put them and counted six drops into the mug nearest her. 

She said “Bob, do you have any sugar, we usually have half a spoonful each?” I 
came over with the sugar just as the four drops went into the further mug. We all 
had a cuddle on the settee while they drank their draft. Up to bed they went. I 
read a story from a book Julie had brought with her, and all too soon she was 
nodding off. It was nearly half past ten by now and it had been a long day. They 
had elected to just use the sheet, as the heat was now almost unbearable. I 
kissed them “Goodnight,” and switched the light out. I went down for a beer and 
to watch the evening news. It had been quite a day.. 

I switched the lights out, checked the doors and made my way up stairs. Before I 
headed for bed, I decided I had better check on the girls. I peeped around the 
door and what I saw was a picture. Clare on the far side of the bed was curled on 
her side, facing towards her sister, hugging the teddy. In the dim light I could 
make out her slim figure. Her breathing was regular. She had a contented look 
on her face. 

Julie on the other hand was lying on her back. Her arms were akimbo and her 
legs were spread wide apart. One leg was across  towards Clare, while the other 
came over the edge of the bed towards me. She was snoring very loudly. I 
chuckled, I couldn’t believe one so young could snore so loud. I guess the knock 
out drops had made this happen, but this kid was in a really deep sleep. I was 
about to leave, when I noticed that the bed sheet was draped over her hips, while 
her nighty was rucked up and barely covered her nipples. There was a large 
expanse of naked belly on display. 

“Surely one quick look wouldn’t hurt?” I wondered.

Quietly, I went over and shook her body gently, nothing, not a murmur, just the 
ongoing snore. This one was out for the count, 

“Those drops must be powerful,” I thought. I looked over her shape and decided I 
just had to have a look. I carefully moved the bed sheet off both the girls, rolling it 
down off their legs. Julie was now spread eagled on the bed, naked as made no 
difference. Her legs were at an angle of ninety degrees to each other. I knew the 
girls both did ballet and gymnastics, so were supple. 

“I just wonder….?” my mind thought, as I moved round to Clare’s side of the bed 
and very carefully, lifted Julie’s leg and moved it up, until it was over Clare’s hip, 
then I gently lowered it down. I moved around to the other side of the bed and 
again carefully moved that leg outwards too. There was no resistance at all. It 
was as if her legs were meant to stick out sideways. Her legs were now in direct 
line to each other, one hundred and eighty degrees apart.

Very carefully, I moved onto the bed trying not to wake either girl. With the drops, 
it seemed, there was little chance of that anyway. I slid up until my lips were just 
an inch from her pussy. In the dim light, I couldn’t see a great deal, but perhaps 
that added to the excitement. I inhaled deeply and again that distinctive smell she 
gave off aroused a new pain in my jeans. I had to get them off. rolling over I 
unbuttoned, unzipped and had them off in a trice. 

Moving back I could just make out that Julie’s cunt was wide open, her clit, small 
as it was, was poking out of the hood and her mound stood over it all like a hill on 
a moonlit night. I had to taste this. Into her open hole went my tongue. I moved it 
in and out, up and down and sideways. I lapped and slurped and tasted; and 
taste there was. Her cunt was leaking moisture. Her clit was now hard and as I 
continued my fun, I noticed that there was a slow rhythmic movement. She was 
getting off in her sleep. This was fucking magnificent. I couldn’t believe a seven 
year old  could have this effect on me.

I had to get a picture of this! Sliding back off the bed, I reached up for a special 
camera I have which has a setting for very low light. I took a dozen shots or so of 
her pussy from various angles and distances. Needing to be sure, I slipped out of 
the door and checked the results. They were clear as day, perfect! I could see 
right up into her cunt hole all the way to…. 

“Whoa, where’s her hymen? There isn’t one. Fucking hell, why not? Maybe the 
gymnastics and the ballet had something to do with it, but how would I know?” My 
thoughts were racing. Well, not my fault. 

Returning to the room, I decided my boxers were redundant and removed them. I 
moved back on to the bed again. Very slowly and carefully, I moved up over the 
sleeping beauty so that my cock came up towards this fantastic open pussy. 
Gently, I rubbed the end along her gash. As I am uncircumcised, I have the 
advantage that a lot of pre-cum will pool inside my foreskin. I pushed my cock 
against her opening and as I did, pulled my skin back a half inch releasing the 
pre-cum in quantity. I then rubbed my cock up and down and gave some in and 
out motion to make sure she was very slick. After enjoying this sensational 
feeling for a couple of minutes, I moved back down the bed again so my face 
was a couple of inches from the action. I placed my right middle finger against 
her entrance, twisted it back and forth and then gently applied pressure. I thought 
there would be resistance, but my finger popped in, up to the first knuckle in the 
first move. I pulled back a fraction and pushed in again and again. This girl was 
very tight, but far looser than I had expected. My finger kept going in and out, 
deeper and deeper. It just kept going. Eventually it was in as deep as I could 
reach. I wished I had a longer finger! I wanted to remember this for the rest of my 
life I was in ecstasy. I paused and concentrated on feeling every ripple of her cunt 
hole. I slowly moved my finger in and out, rotated it around and moved in and out 
again, then wiggled the finger tip, memorising everything to replay later in my 
mind. After ten minutes or so, I felt that to continue would make her sore and beg 
questions in the morning. Time to finish. Using an edge of the bed sheet, I 
cleaned her up so she wouldn’t feel too sticky in the morning and wonder why.

I got off the bed and looked over at Clare, who was still lying on her side. “You’ve 
done one old chum, why not both?” I reasoned. How was I going to tackle this? 
As I stood up, I could see she had taken her nighty off before going to bed. She 
was butt naked. I wondered about lying behind her on the bed and just spooning 
into her. But, apart from the bed not being wide enough, I wasn’t going to fuck 
her. Apart from being rape, she had a hymen. I pondered for a while before 
deciding to take a different tack. Firstly, I moved Julie’s leg off Clare’s hip, back 
down the bed, where it wouldn’t get in the way. 

Now, checking to see if she stirred when shaken, I very carefully straightened 
Clare’s legs, then placing one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip, I 
rolled her from her side onto her back. Now I was able to move her legs apart in 
a similar way to how Julie’s had been. Being larger, there was more resistance 
this time so her legs ended up about one hundred degrees apart.

Reaching for the camera, I again snapped off a set of pictures to grace any 
album. I would look at those later. Putting the camera away, working in a similar 
way to before, I moved up the bed and inhaled deeply those musky odours I was 
becoming familiar with. I then licked her pussy from bottom to top. Her lips were 
separated nicely, although not quite as far as Julie’s. 

As I went into the second lick, Clare said “I wondered when it would be my turn!” I 
think I had a heart attack on the spot. Clare giggled, “Do I take it the answer to 
my question is a “yes”?”

It took me a few seconds to regain my composure. I was shaking with the 
adrenaline rush. Fucking hell, I had been caught red handed, or was that stiff 
dicked? 

I lamely said “Oh I thought you were sleep.” 

To which her retort was “I know you did. You thought those drops could be 
worked to your advantage, didn’t you. I have been watching you for the past half 
an hour having your fun with my little sister.” 

I looked over at Julie’s lovely outstretched body. “How come you’re awake, while 
she is unconscious?” 

“Oh that’s easy,” came her reply, “when you went to the cupboard for the sugar I 
switched the mugs, so she had ten drops and I had none.” 

“Isn’t that dangerous? I mean could she overdose?” I wondered. 

“No I have done it many times. Now what were you about to do to this innocent 
sleeping little girl while she was tucked up in her bed with her teddy?” she asked 
coyly.

Lying where I had been all this time, it took just a fraction of a second to apply 
another lick along the length of her glorious little girl slit. I gave her as much 
expertise as I could. I licked above and below, along her cunt lips, dipped into 
her hole and especially her clitoris, which was now poking out hard as iron from 
her hood. She started  to undulate in time to my licking. I then applied my finger 
to her entrance and being mindful of that hymen inserted my finger into what was 
a very slippery cunt hole. She was rising now. Her breathing got ragged and her 
movements got more pronounced. She was going to cum. 

Suddenly, she went rigid, then she began to shake like she was having a seizure, 
which in a way she was. Then something happened which I had heard of, but 
never witnessed. She gave out a howl, like a wolf baying to the moon. It went on 
and on for several seconds. When women do this I think they are called howlers. 
Just as she stopped her chorus, a sudden gush of her liquid cum juice shot out 
and hit me in the face. She was a squirter as well! What a sight, what a sound, 
what an experience.

Slowly she came down to earth. She pulled my hair to indicate she wanted me up 
the bed and immediately encircled me in a huge embracing cuddle. 

“God that was just absolutely awesome,” she said, “can we do it again, now?” 

“Give it a few minutes Clare, us oldies have to catch our breath you know!” Soon, 
we were both cuddling and feeling each other as lovers do in a caressing way. 
After a while, I noticed she was moving in a rhythm again. Could she be multi 
orgasmic at nine, nearly ten years old? Well one way to find out. I rubbed her 
gently along her slit inserting my finger and gave her hole and clit full attention. 
Then, I curved my middle finger up inside her, while rubbing her clit with my 
thumb. Gently I started to squeeze her clit between my thumb and finger while at 
the same time massaging her whole pussy area with my palm. I sucked her tit 
into my mouth and started to roll her tiny but rock hard nipple around my tongue. 
A few seconds later, I knew she was on a role again. She started the shakes and 
her howl returned, although not quite so loud. Perhaps she was conscious of 
Julie’s presence. Maybe she didn’t want to wake the whole street with every 
window being open with the heat. I kept the massaging of her clit between my 
thumb and finger gently going. The spasms around my finger kept peaking and 
subsiding then peaking again. Clare never stopped cuming. 

Eventually, she gripped my hand and said “No more, that’s enough.”  After ten 
minutes the earthquake had subsided. Clare sat up. 

“This is fun, what else shall we do?” she enquired. I realised I had caught a tiger 
by the tail, be it a little tiger, a tiger pussy. Tigers could be a handful, and this one 
was going to be no exception.  

“I know,” I said, “I’m going to give you a nick name, ‘Pussycat’, what do you 
think?” 

“OK by me, but why?” she puzzled.”

Bending the truth I replied “Well I like playing with your pussy, and when other 
people are around and I call you that, it will be our private joke.” Her eyes lit up, 

“I like that,” she purred.

We cuddled for a while. Then Clare started to rub her hands over my body, 
exploring and discovering. Quite soon, her fingers were caressing me. 

“I like your willy,” she cooed, “it feels soft and hard and hot all at the same time.” 

“I like to call it my cock.” I said “Some people call theirs a penis or dick.” 

She thought for a moment “Cock it is, though my mum calls my dad’s Dick, 
obvious really.” She giggled at the joke. “How would you like me to make you feel 
good, Bob? I want you to show me so I do it right.” 

I gently took her hand and guided it across my cock, showing her how my 
foreskin could be pulled back, where the sensitive area under the head was and 
how to massage there. I explained how when fucking, as she already knew, a 
man’s cock moved in and out of a woman’s cunt that this could be replicated by 
her gripping the cock and moving her hand up and down. If she was good at it 
she would rub her thumb or finger into the sensitive groove under the cock head 
to really give pleasure.  She wanted to feel my balls and I explained they were 
delicate, but careful caressing was very pleasurable too. 

Clare rolled over and knelt beside me. She had me lay on the bed beside her 
and took hold of my now rigid weapon. She moved her hand along it quite slowly 
at first while she got the feel of it. She then speeded up a little and increased her 
grip. Her other hand joined the first and she now really got into it. Slowly, as she 
moved up and down, one of her hands slid down and cupped my balls. She 
gently started to squeeze them in time with her wanking motion. This wasn’t 
going to take long at all. 

I didn’t know if she knew what to expect. “Clare, do you know what happens when 
a man cums?” 

“Oh yes,” she said, “we did it in sex ed at school. The man shoots his sperm out. 
It makes him feel really good, I suppose like I felt earlier, and it can make 
babies.” 

“Yes, I guess that’s a summary of it. Do you know what it looks like?” 

“Oh yes, I have seen it!” she stated.

“You have,” I raised my eyebrows in surprise “when?” 

“Yesterday in the changing room. You splattered my foot, and again tonight when 
you sprayed the shower glass. That was really cool!” Was there nothing this girl 
didn’t notice? She now knew all my dirty little secrets and seemed keen to know 
me better.

The rising sensations in my cock shook me back to the present. I leaned over 
and pushed my hand between her thighs. Seeing my intent, Clare opened up her 
knees and allowed me to insert a finger into her lovely pussy, while another felt 
her bum hole. Because I was lying up against Julie on my other side, I reached 
over and placed my hand on her mound and pushed a finger down her slit into 
her cunt. I quickly found her wet open hole and slid the finger right in. I now had a 
finger in each sister. This was the most erotic thing I had ever felt. I was gasping 
now in short pants.

 “Won’t be… won’t be long now pussycat……ahh, here it comes. Now.” I had the 
biggest orgasm of my life. Even though I had tried to break the shower glass 
earlier, the first ejaculation shot out into the air and landed on Clare’s head. The 
second and third hit her straight in her face. A mischievous smile came to her 
and she angled my cock and the next couple of spurts flew into the air and 
landed on Julie’s belly, just by my hand. Clare giggled. I couldn’t believe the 
intensity of this. The sperm just kept coming and cuming. As it subsided, I had 
the shakes and needed to just lie still for a moment. As I came back to earth, I felt 
as satisfied as I think I have ever felt in my life. 

“Did you enjoy that Bob, did I do it right for you?” I reached over and pulled her 
down into a close hug and cuddled her to me. We kissed long and slow. She 
opened up her mouth as she felt my tongue against her lips and our tongues 
entwined. 

“Oh, I can taste me on your mouth, it’s nice,” she giggled. As I rubbed her head, I 
could feel the stickiness in her hair. 

“Never fired it that far before,” I thought.

After a few minutes, I took the sheet, and carefully wiped the cum from her hair as 
best I could. I went to wipe her face, but she stopped me saying, “I hear this is 
good for boob growth,” taking a scoop and rubbing her nipples with it and 
repeating this until all of it had been used up. I may have just cum, but this was 
one of the most sensuous things I had ever witnessed.

Clare looked across at her sister lying in the same position as before. She 
crawled over me to check where the cum had landed and saw it on Julie’s belly 
and mound. A little had now run down her pussy and into her cunt lips. Clare gave 
me a mischievous look, then bent down and started to lick the cum off. Having 
tasted a little and rolling it around her mouth for a second, she decided it tasted 
OK and went about licking the rest off. Fucking hell if ever there was a sight to 
turn on a monk, this would be it. A little girl licking cum off her younger sister. 
Once the tummy and mound was cleaned up, Clare moved down to her slit and 
lapped away. She definitely spent longer than was necessary. Clare was in 
heaven enjoying every moment.  

I pulled Clare back to give her a long cuddle. 

“Yes it is,” I said. 

“Yes it is what?” she replied. 

“You wanted to know if the answer to your question was “yes”, well, yes it is”. 

“Yey,” she erupted, kissing and hugging and pressing herself into me as tight as 
she could. “I love you Bob. I have always loved you and now I know I will always 
love you.” She gave a little sigh of contentment. 

“I know, my Pussycat, but this love isn’t simple. It has to be our secret love. There 
are many people who wouldn’t understand, would chuck me in jail and possibly 
put you in care and ruin the lives of us and your whole family.” 

She looked sad eyed, “I know, Bob. We need to be careful and act as before 
when others are around. But when alone, can we do lots more things to make us 
feel good? I want you to teach me everything. Even if I don’t like something, I still 
want you to teach me so I can decide what I like or not. Would you do that for 
me?” I chuckled at the speed this girl liked to run her life. 

“Yes my darling we will do that. Now we need to get some sleep. It’s two in the 
morning and you are in gymnastics tomorrow. If you don’t arrive raring to go, 
awkward questions might be asked. It’s the simple things that will catch us out, 
agreed?” 

She pouted “Agreed.” I gave her a long lingering kiss. She opened her mouth 
like an expert and tongue wrestled me for a few seconds. I pulled the sheet up 
over her and Julie and left the room.

Lying in my bed the events of the past few hours raced through my head around 
and around. I lost consciousness in moments. 

Chapter 4 – Saturday morning

I woke at dawn. As I stretched, I felt a naked body pressing into my side. An arm 
was draped across my chest and a leg was over mine. Clare was just stirring as I 
turned. 

“Hello sleepy head,” I whispered, “what brings you in here?” 

“Couldn’t sleep, needed a cuddle, you were asleep so I just climbed in, played 
with your will….er I mean cock, and fell asleep. Best sleep ever.” She giggled as 
she grabbed my cock in a soft grasp. Suddenly her face went serious as she 
moved her hand up and down again and moved in closer to me. I reached down 
and found her mound and slit and carefully started to fondle and caress her back. 
This went on for just a few seconds, getting to the point of being interesting, as 
Julie flew in like a tornado. The knock out drops had worn off. Jenny had warned 
me! 

“HI Bob, Hi Clare, what we doing today? Clare why are you in Bob’s bed?” Julie 
asked. Clare, looking very disappointed with the interruption, muttered 
something about a nightmare. “Can I climb in too?” asked Julie as she jumped 
onto the bed, using it as a trampoline, bouncing over to the other side of me, she 
was in before I could reply. I now had two pre-teens in my bed pressing 
themselves up against my naked self, while I tried to make sure Julie didn’t 
notice my woody. Julie wriggled and wriggled, eventually jumping out of bed. 

“We have gymnastics today, Bob,” squealed Julie “do you want to see what we 
do?” 

“OK Poppet” I said, not thinking what may follow. Julie did a number of stationary 
exercises of stretching and bending. Then she explained she was going to do a 
“straddle press”. Sitting upright, she put her straight legs vertically in the air, her 
hands, between her thighs, were pressed to the floor just in front of her bum 
cheeks. Wearing just a nighty without any panties put my cock into attention 
mode again, which wasn’t helped when Clare squeezed it under the covers. Next 
she stood facing us and lifted one leg into the air without bending it and held it 
against her ear. I asked if she could rotate on her one foot while she did that. 
With difficulty, she hopped around until a fully opened pussy was winking at us. 
My cock gave a surge which was answered with another squeeze. 

Clare, getting into the idea, asked Julie if she could do a Bridge. Julie said she 
could. Laying down on her back, she put her arms over her shoulders and  
pressed her hands to lift her shoulders. Lifting her bum up, she was now on all 
fours facing upwards. She lifted her belly up and shuffled her feet up towards her 
hands. Her whole body was in a backward curve. She was able to bend her head 
so far back she could look out at us from under her bottom. This looked very hard 
to do. She made it look easy.

Clare asked her to try another couple of positions the first involved Julie lying on 
her back, then lifting both legs up until they were either side of her head, then she 
put her arms between her knees and then used her elbows to push her knees 
right back behind her head. Julies cunt was now stretched wide open. Clare 
could see exactly where my attention was. 

“Let’s see how long can you hold that position Julie?” Julie, lying on the floor 
couldn’t see what was going on under the covers, where Clare was now working 
on my cock while I was bringing her back up to the boil. 

Clare said “Am I right Julie that your best position is the handstand, you know the 
one where you split your legs apart?” Yes said Julie. She stood, then got ready to 
spring. She took a step back then one forward and up she went. I expected her 
to fall over and clear the dressing table behind her. Immediately her nighty 
dropped around her head then slid down her arms and on to the floor. The 
handstand was steady as a rock. She was good at this. Slowly her legs, pointing 
at the ceiling came down in a split and opened out horizontally. By now, the 
movements under the bed were quick and frantic. 

“See how long you can hold it.” said Clare in a breathless voice. Julie stayed 
rock steady. I felt the stirrings from my balls rising up. 

“Cuming soon,” I whispered, 

“Me too” came the reply. My finger was pistoning in and out of that delightful 
pussy. Clare lifted the sheet down so she could see. Suddenly I felt my legs 
shake and the first spurt shot out. Clare gasped and started to howl. She 
immediately realised what she’d done and her howl reduced to a moan, but not 
before Julie stood up and wandered over. Wondering why the two of us looked 
like statues with far off glazed looks. 

“Whatcha doing?” I had to think quick. My mind was blank. 

“Seeing who can make the silliest noise,” said Clare. I looked at Julie and said 

“Hey Poppet, I think I am going to call Clare ‘Lassie’, because she can howl.” 

She gave a squinty look and replied “Yeah I thought that’s what she sounded 
like.” 

I got a sharp elbow in the ribs. Ten minutes of silly noises followed, Julie won. 

“Why you not wearing your nighty Clare?” came the next question. 

“Coz it’s too hot silly,” answered Clare. 

“Oh right I won’t bother to put mine back on then,” which was still on the floor from 
the handstand. 

I like your chair Bob said Julie going over to the corner. I owned a swivel chair 
that had a back shaped as though cut out of an egg. It curved all ways. 

“Try sitting in it.” I slipped out of the bed and pulled my boxers on while Julie 
climbed up into it. 

“OK sport try this. Sit in the chair quite low down with your legs stretched out as 
far as you can. I will spin the chair, and as soon as I have done that, I want you to 
pull your legs up so you go into a ball. Here goes,” I instructed. Julie shuffled 
down, I spun the chair it rotated quickly. She then pulled her legs up and the 
effect was immediate. The speed of rotation doubled. Julie squealed with glee. 

“This is the bestest,” she called. Her eyes were just full of the fun of the game. I 
didn’t bother to explain the physics of rotating masses which created this 
acceleration effect. My eyes were full of the sight of a seven year old wide open 
cunt and bum spinning around and around in front of me. Another couple of goes 
followed and Julie had obviously decided I was the most fun person to be 
around. Her and Clare’s nakedness the most natural thing in the world.

Breakfast was in the kitchen. The girls wore slippers, smiles and little else. I wore 
a pair of boxers for when Julie reported to her mum how the weekend went. It 
was still very close and hot. Today was going to be another scorcher. 

We cleared away and the girls asked what we were doing today. 

“What time does your gym class finish?” I asked. 

“About ten thirty.” 

“Right then, While you’re there, I will go to the supermarket and do the weekly 
shop, then perhaps we could drive out into the country and have a picnic. I 
wouldn’t mind doing some panoramic shots and maybe you could pose for some 
of them too. How does that sound?” 

“Yeah that sounds great,” they chorused. 

“I know girls, to make it more interesting for you, why don’t you bring along a 
selection of skirts, shorts, underwear and tops, perhaps some swim wear and 
we can try a fashion shoot?” This seemed a popular choice, so while the girls 
went round to their house for the clothes, I got my camera kit together.

The drive over to the leisure centre was the usual pandemonium, but we arrived 
without injury, other than to my ears. I dropped them off and went down to the 
supermarket. I was out after forty five minutes, so returned parked my car and 
wandered in. There is a parents viewing area for the gymnastics. I was surprised 
to find the dragon from work, Mavis, at the door. 

“Hello Bob, what are you doing here?” came the obvious question. 

“Looking after my neighbours kids for the weekend. They do Gym classes, so 
here I am, and you?” 

She glanced at me as if weighing me up. “Oh I do a little part time work here. I 
check to make sure no one goes in who shouldn’t, if you know what I mean?” To 
my mind they couldn’t get a better security person than Mavis. Nothing got by her. 
I rustled in my wallet and pulled the crumpled note Jenny had sensibly given me. 

“You’re quite early to collect them, do you want to go in and watch?” 

“Yes, I think I might as well.” She eyed me again 

“Bob, I am glad you are here, could I ask you something about work?” 

“OK, fire away,” I replied. 

“Well, this must be between ourselves, but I am worried about Sarah. It’s nothing 
specific, but I can’t help but feel something’s not right there. Have you noticed 
anything?” I didn’t think Mavis needed to know that Sarah had been fishing for a 
fuck, but it was obvious that’s not what she had in mind anyway. 

“Well to be honest, no, but I will keep my eyes open. Is there anything in particular 
I should look out for?” 

“Not really, I have just seen her away from her office in areas I wouldn’t have 
expected to see her. It’s probably nothing, I just have this feeling.” When Mavis 
got a feeling, most people sat up and took note. 

“Of course,” I replied, “I will keep an eye out, Mavis. If anything looks wrong, I will 
bear in mind what you said.”

Going into the gymnasium, I saw a scattering of mums mainly, chatting while they 
waited for their girls and boys to finish their class. There were several classes 
going on for different disciplines and age groups. Some were on bars and 
horses, while others were on tumbling mats. They even had rings. In the far 
corner a trampoline was in use too. Everywhere there seemed to be action going 
on. I had no idea this was such a popular sport here. Looking around, I saw that 
all the kids were wearing the proper kit. The boys wore leotard sets, which when 
on, looked much like shorts and T shirts while the girls had the usual leotards on 
similar to one piece swim suits. They were all colours and sizes. I have to admit I 
found the view rather interesting lots of teen and pre-teen flesh running around 
with skin tight lycra coverings. Some were worn and over tight, others oversized, 
perhaps hand-me-downs. So as I watched closely, I got a few rather nice camel 
toes flashing by and some where the gap around the leg elastic was loose 
allowing a little flash of flesh or underwear that sent goose bumps down my 
spine.   

I saw Julie and Clare over the far side. They were in different age groups. Clare 
was in a group doing work on the bars, swinging around in what looked to me 
impossible spins. Julie was on the floor. They were doing some fun exercises, 
one would do a forward roll over the top of her friend, then staying on the floor, lie 
at ninety degrees, while her friend did the same. It was a sort of forward roll 
version of leap frog. A couple of the mums sitting nearby explained what was 
going on.

At the end, as the classes finished one at a time, the pupils came over to the 
benches, selected their bags and got changed right there. One or two went off for 
a shower. I had a couple of eyefuls, I must admit. Clare came across without me 
noticing. 

“Make sure you put your tongue away before you try walking, or you will trip over 
it!” She was giggling to her friend, who as it turned out was in the same class at 
her school. 

Clare introduced her. “Bob, this is Ellie, Ellie Bob. You met on Thursday when we 
were swimming.” I recalled the brief encounter the other night. 

I was a little uncomfortable, as Ellie and Clare were in their underwear at this 
time, having peeled off their leotards. 

“Hi girls,” came a voice from behind me. This it turned out was Ellie’s mum, 
who’d just arrived. “How did it go today?” A brief technical explanation followed 
that went over my head. I must confess I was eyeing Ellie up. She had a slightly 
rounded figure, not fat, call it well built. She had emerald green eyes and raven 
coloured hair. She was slightly shorter than Clare. Being rounded, her panty 
covered bum had a lovely full look to it. Like Clare she had a camel toe showing, 
but her cunt lips were obviously larger as it showed more. I really felt my cock stir 
just looking at it. Liz Green, Ellie’s mum said that Granny was coming later in the 
afternoon and she had to meet her at the train station, but what would Ellie like to 
do for lunch in the meantime? Liz was about thirty, and like her daughter had 
black hair and green eyes. She was had rounded features too, without there 
being any sign of fat. At the same time she carried an aura of just being a 
beautiful person. She was the sort you liked immediately.

The conversation went on for a minute or two when Clare asked “Bob, have we 
enough for them to join us in the picnic?” 

“Yes of course, if they would like to join us,” I answered. 

“Oh I cannot put you to all that trouble,” responded Liz. 

“It’s no trouble at all. I have just been to the supermarket and picked up 
everything we need, it’s all in the car. We just have to call in home to drop off 
some shopping and we’re away. We are only going up to the lake.” So it was 
arranged. It turned out Liz was a single mum getting by with hard work and a 
loving mother who helped out when she could.

A quick call in home, dropping off the shopping, filling the fridge, collecting the 
bag of clothes and cameras and off we went. 

Chapter 5 – Saturday afternoon

We parked the two cars and were up by the lake well before noon. We walked 
around to the far side, where few people went and found a nice private area of 
tall grass to sit in, by the water.

The heat today seemed even more stifling than before. No wind, high humidity 
with hot sun. A scorcher. Quite soon the girls were paddling. Liz meantime 
realising I was a typical male took over the picnic organisation. She told me her 
husband had buggered off with one of her friends. 

“I miss the friend,” she joked. She worked in a clothing distribution company in 
some marketing role. As we chatted, it turned out that Liz was a close friend of 
Jenny’s dating back to their school days. She had been one of Jenny’s 
bridesmaids. They had seen each other through thick and thin.

“Girls, lunch is ready,” called Liz. The girls trotted up and sat in a circle cross 
legged on the blankets I had brought. Three nice little pairs of stretched panties 
peeked out from under the summer dresses. Lunch turned out to be a great 
success. On a whim I had put in a half bottle of chilled white Chardonnay, which 
Liz and I enjoyed, while the girls had various fruit and pop drinks to choose from. 

I explained what I did for a living and my hobbies. I said I hoped to take a few 
pictures today as the light should be good later. 

“In particular I like country panoramas and people. If I can combine the two so 
much the better”. 

Liz glanced across “That explains that bag of clothes you brought along.”  In this 
heat I wasn’t about to exert myself. I lay back and looked up at the clouds. Liz did 
likewise while the girls played some guessing game. 

“Can we go in for a swim, Bob?” came the inevitable question. 

“I guess it would be OK,” I replied “on two conditions. One they don’t really allow 
swimming here, so don’t attract attention by screaming and shouting, and two, as 
it isn’t long since you had lunch stay near us where we can keep an eye on you.“

“I haven’t got a swim suit,” said a shy looking Ellie. 

“Neither have we,” said Julie. 

“Why not use your leotards girls,” suggested Liz, “they have to go in the wash 
anyway tonight.” 

“I don’t think I will bother,” said Clare, “My leotard’s white and will stain, no one’s 
about anyway and it’s just us girls.” She gave me a cheeky wink. Clare and Julie 
were butt naked in about ten seconds and walking into the water. . Liz I observed 
from the corner of my eye was watching them closely. Ellie, being shy with me 
around took a little longer

“Put your leotard on if it makes you more comfortable,” I suggested. She smiled 
and shook her head and started stripping. Her skin seemed snow white in the 
bright sunshine as she first took off her one piece summer dress and then the 
vest, which she had worn for gym. Next went her socks. Finally, turning her back 
on me, she slowly pushed her panties down her hips and legs. As they went 
down and she bent, so I had a direct view of her opening bum and a little glimpse 
of her pussy just showing between her thighs. Then she was off into he water. Liz 
didn’t seem to mind her daughter undressing directly in front of me.

Despite my request, there was plenty of squealing and splashing. I carried on 
inspecting the clouds alongside a fairly quiet Liz. 

“If only every day could be like this,” she opined, “you know, relaxed, good 
company, no pressures of life with the kids having a day they really enjoy.” 

We chatted for about twenty minutes about many subjects, when Liz suddenly 
said, “Oh God, I will miss the train if I don’t get a move on.” Ellie, can you come 
out now darling, we have to go,” she called.

A dripping trio came out of the water, teeth chattering. 

“The water is cooler than I thought Mummy,” said Ellie. Her lovely rounded 
features were paraded for my starving eyes to feast upon. Her pussy, because 
she was chubbier seemed to project out more than the other two girls. She had 
quite a fold of skin showing suggesting her clitoral hood was large. She openly 
paraded around now without embarrassment at my presence.

“We have to go and collect Granny so you need to get dressed darling,” said Liz 

Ellie looked like she was being treated unfairly and asked, “Mummy can’t I stay 
with Clare? I am sure Bob would drop me home afterwards, it’s on his way?” 

“No darling that would put upon Bob,” Liz said unconvincingly. 

“Actually Liz, it would be no trouble at all. We will stay here for another couple of 
hours, I will take my pictures later and then we’ll be back home. Ellie would be 
back by four, in time to see her granny.” 

“Are you sure,” responded Liz, unsure, but clearly very keen to allow Ellie to enjoy 
her day, ”you will do exactly what Bob tells you, Ellie?” 

“Yes Mummy,” came the predictable reply. So Liz picked up her few belongings 
and Ellie’s gym kit and left her naked, nearly ten year old daughter, with an 
almost total stranger.

To warm up, the girls lay on the blankets in the sun. 

“Be careful girls, you might get sunburn,” I pointed out, “do you want some sun 
screen?” 

Clare looked across at me. She had that coquettish look again “Only if you put it 
on for me Bob.” 

“Yeah,” squealed Julie “that sounds fun.” Ellie remained quiet. 

“OK who’s first?” I asked. Julie was lying beside me, so I got the bottle out and 
ladled the cream on to my hands and worked down her shoulders and back then 
down her thighs and lower legs. 

“You’ve missed a bit, Bob,” said Julie, “don’t forget my bum.” 

“How could I ever forget your bum, Poppet?” She giggled as I rubbed the cream 
in well into her crack. “Roll over now.” The process down her front followed in 
similar fashion, rubbing the cream well into her chest and those mosquito bite 
nipples and down her legs. 

“you’ve missed a bit again Bob,” came the predictable statement “you’ve missed 
my couchie.” I looked at her and asked 

“Do you want to do that bit?” I asked. 

“No Bob, you’ll do it much better.” So I rubbed the cream across her belly. She 
opened her legs so I applied some to her inner thighs and finally up though her 
slit. I rubbed back and forth a couple of times, but daren’t carry on too long. Ellie 
by now was mesmerized. Her eyes like organ stops.

“Right, who’s next,” I looked meaningfully at Clare, who slid over the blanket. I 
repeated the application in the same order as Julie’s and made sure her bum 
cheeks were well applied with the greasy cream. Rolling over, I immediately 
noticed her clit was poking out further than usual. Pretending not to notice, I again 
started at the top working down to her tummy button, making sure her breasts 
had been given a good lathering. A dreamy look appeared on her face. Her legs 
were next. Finally, as I squeezed more cream from the tube, she separated her 
thighs, wider than necessary. Glancing across at Ellie, I could see was rocking a 
little with a far away look in her eye. My hand rubbed across her lower belly, and 
then around her inner thighs. I made sure there was good coverage and finally 
into her slit, finding that hard clitoris that had been waving it’s flag earlier. I 
rubbed several times and Clare was starting to breath quicker. Time to stop.

I looked at Ellie and enquired, “Do you want to do it or shall I?” 
She blinked and looked rabbit eyed at me. 

“He does it real well,” chimed in Julie “It makes you feel all warm in your tummy.” 
For answer, Ellie silently moved across the blankets and lay on her front beside 
me. 

“OK here goes,” I said brightly “third time lucky.” I repeated the exact process the 
others had received. Covering her back and legs, but leaving her bottom. 

“Do you want to do that bit Ellie?” asked Clare “or would you like Bob to?” 

“I can’t reach,” lied Ellie, “Bob can do it there.” So in for a penny….. I didn’t need 
telling twice. Her globular bum cheeks were just simply magnificent to massage. 
They were large and firm but yielding, toned I suppose you would call them. 
There was a real handful without too much. They were simply magic to rub, and I 
now had an erection causing considerable discomfort. I couldn’t resist rubbing 
through her bum crack and as I did, she gave out a low moan, so I rubbed again 
and a third time. My finger rubbed over her hole two or three times, pressing just 
a little. 

“Ahem,” put in Clare. Glancing across at her, I saw a tiny imperceptible shake of 
the head. 

“Right Ellie, other side,” I cheerily stated. She paused a second and rolled over. 
More cream on her chest. I really enjoyed rubbing into her budding breasts, 
which were a slightly larger than Clare’s. Still really only large nipples, they had 
cone shaped aureoles of a light pinkie brown colour, topped with darker nipples 
that were rock hard to the touch and definitely the size of pencil erasers. Her 
eyes were closed now and she moaned as I massaged her breasts. 

Moving on to her hips, thighs and lower legs, I finally asked “Do you want to do 
the last bit Ellie?” She didn’t move. I glanced at Clare. She gave a little nod and 
looked pointedly at Ellie’s pussy. I applied the cream across her lower belly as I 
had for the other two. Then asking her to spread her legs a little, I rubbed into her 
inner thighs. This produced another couple of moans. I then rubbed her mons. I 
had thought that Julie and Clare had prominent mounds, it was nothing to this 
one. This was the Everest of mounds. It was like a half tennis ball in the cup of my 
hand. Not a hair on it could I see. She was as bald as the day she was born. But, 
not only that, it was so smooth to the touch, it was like running my fingers over the 
finest eastern silk. Moving down, I glanced at Clare, who was rocking back and 
forth on her knees. Her hand cupping her own pussy, a finger just moving. She 
held something in her other hand which was hidden the other side of her. Clare 
caught my eye and gave a little nod. She lifted her hand to reveal it was a 
camera she held. 

My hands, one either side  rubbed Ellie’s pussy lips together. As I moved one lip 
up, I pushed the other down. Up and down they went, several times, up and 
down. Ellie was beginning to rock to the motion. I slipped my fingers into her slit. 
Here was the huge clitoral hood I had seen earlier. I rubbed her back and forth, 
up and down. I could feel her hole was already very wet, as the greasiness of the 
oil seemed to be replaced with a slickness. I looked appealingly at Clare. Again 
she nodded, the camera pointed.

 “Oh fuck,” I thought “what am I doing?” I continued to rub her clit and inside her 
pussy lips. Back and forth. Ellie was now rocking and moaning with the motion. 
Further and further I delved. My finger, by now, was well inside her engorged 
cunt. No hymen here it would seem. I looked again at Clare and saw the camera 
was clicking away, while her other hand still had plenty of work to do. She had 
that look on her face again and her smile said she was enjoying this. It only took 
a few more seconds before Ellie started to go rigid; I felt her whole virgina 
spasming on my finger as if trying to suck it. Her body give that shaking motion I 
recognised. 

“Nnnggghhhhh, oh fuck, hhhhaaaa, oh that’s good oh yes, oh yes, there, do it 
there, oh, oh, oh fuuuccck” Her hips were bucking up and down while her legs 
had now parted like only a gymnasts could allowing me to press as far as my 
finger could into her passage way. 
 
Silence followed her return from Mount Olympus, interspersed only by her long 
deep breaths as if she had run a mile. It took a few minutes for her to calm 
herself. Clare cuddled up to her naked friend and they nestled their heads 
together. 

“Was that nice Ellie?” enquired Clare. Tears rolled down her friend’s face. 

“That was the best cum I have ever had. Oh thank you Bob! What did you do to 
me?” 

I was a little embarrassed. “How do you mean Ellie?” 

“Well,” she replied, “at home I play with myself with my fingers, use my hairbrush, 
even tried one of my mum’s toys once, all I managed to do was pop my cherry, 
and can never get myself off. You touch me for five minutes and next thing I’m in 
orbit. Fuck that was good.” 

“All part of the service,” I joked, “Bob’s picnics are packed with pleasure, I 
guess.” Ellie just lay back, absorbing the sun’s warmth, and enjoyed a relaxed 
pleasure she hadn’t experienced before. I noticed that her legs were still splayed 
out in the splits. While Clare and Ellie lay side by side chatting quietly, I sneaked 
a couple of dozen excellent photos of the two of them together and in particular 
their wide open pussies, both dripping white pearlescent fluid.

“OK girls, who’s for a photo shoot?” I enquired. 

“Yeah” They all chorused. Julie came out from the water’s edge where she had 
been paddling for the past twenty minutes. 

“OK what we’ll is one of you put on some clothes, and while I am taking the 
photos of them, the other two can select the clothes for the next shoot, so we 
aren’t standing around waiting for each other. Julie opted to go first. She had 
brought some blue shorts and matching crop top. Quite soon she understood 
what I was looking for and the poses and photos flowed. She used a couple of 
gymnastic positions to get same great poses too. Clare was next with a knee 
length skirt and filmy white blouse. Finally Ellie put on her own clothes and posed 
in those. She wore a pair of red shorts and a green low cut top. She was a 
natural model and the poses flowed easily. The lake provided a lovely backdrop.

“That’s great girls, how about underwear now?” They rummaged in the bag and 
found various combinations. The photos were all the type you might see in 
clothes catalogues. For fun, they did some sexy poses. Clare orchestrated the 
positions and poses. Several wide open crotch shots with panty clad pussies. 
Hands and knees poses from the rear, looking over their shoulders. 

I suggested a camel toe competition. Three puzzled looks. “OK, I’ll explain lie 
down in a row. That’s it, legs apart, now pull your panties up as far as you can.” I 
moved along the row, pressing the panties right into the bum and cunt cracks. 
They got the idea and soon they were all seeing how far up they could push the 
cotton to enhance the look. Some terrific photos followed. 

“Finally,” I said “swim wear.” Clare went to the bag, and pulled out some one and 
two piece sets including the white suit she had worn the other day, which she put 
on. 

“I thought you told my mum you hadn’t brought your swim suits along,” mused 
Ellie, “that’s why we swam nude.” 

“Did I?” said Clare innocently, “I must have quite forgotten.” They all burst into 
giggles again. For fun, Ellie tried on the pink bikini that Julie had worn the other 
day at the pool. It was too small for Clare, so when Ellie put it on, they were all in 
fits of giggles it was so tight. They were fun pictures to capture though. Julie had 
on a little one piece which was green and blue, with Disney style fishes printed 
on it. Again the poses and positions rotated. Finally, I whispered in Clare’s ear, 
and she smiled, walked into the water and lay down. I carried on photographing. 
She then came out and in her now transparent suit posed some of the sexiest 
pictures I have ever taken. Standard poses, lying, kneeling, standing, arms 
behind head, from front and back side. Then she went on all fours and I took 
shots from every angle finally she lay down and I had shots of her on her side, 
back front, every which way and some cock blowing open legged shots of her 
pussy clad in a shear wet transparent film.    

In the end, it was time to go home. The girls had another quick dip in the water. 
We packed up the picnic and headed for home. As promised, I got Ellie home by 
four o’clock. 

As she went to get out of the car, she gave me a little kiss and whispered in my 
ear “Will you make me cum again soon please?” Then she was off, and the door 
was opened by Liz who waved. I noticed an older woman behind who I assumed 
was Granny. I returned the wave and we were off home.

I put all the photo shoot clothes we used together with the leotards and swim 
suits in the washer to remove the grass and mud stains. We made a joint effort to 
clear up the picnic remains. 

Chapter 6 – Saturday evening

“Right girls,” I asked, “what would you like to do tonight? I suggest after a quick 
bath, we could go to see a movie and have a meal out. What do you think?” I 
struck gold with that idea. 

I again ran the bath at a semi warm temperature. The weather was still hot and 
close and seemed to threaten thunder. Unlike last time, the girls stripped off their 
clothes and jumped into he bath unaided. They both insisted on me washing 
them however, which I was only too happy to oblige them with. I particularly 
enjoyed running my soapy hands across their bare wet curved bodies, down their 
chests, tummies and legs. I enjoyed massaging their bums and through their 
cracks and into their anus openings. Julie even told me I hadn’t done it enough 
and to do it again. But this time deeper! 

Finally I just loved the anticipation of soaping up my hands to massage Julie’s 
mound and pussy. In I went. Less pretence now about this being anything other 
than a pleasure for us both. I rubbed her lips back and forth again and a third 
time. I then inserted my finger, and her knees were apart in a trice. I pushed my 
finger between her labia lips and massaged her clit. She moaned and finally, I 
gently inserted my finger into her cunt hole. I pushed in a little way and back and 
in and back. Going a little further each time. She started to rock a little. I looked 
at Clare, who was now openly playing with herself in the water. I raised an 
eyebrow in query and got the same nod I learned that afternoon by the lake. So I 
continued and quite soon Julie was moving in a rhythm. Her breath was short and 
she started to hum in time with that breathing. My finger went in further and 
further. She was slick with her own juices and soap. In and out, in and out and 
after a few cycles, was taking it nearly all the way out and slamming it fully in. I 
then felt several things together. Julie’s legs clamped my hand, her cunt started 
to pulsate on my finger, she grabbled my wrist to hold it in place and her hum 
turned into a long wail. Another howler it would seem. Then, as the wail slowed a 
little, she was panting and gasping, “Ohh yesss, do it there, yes there again, ohh 
yessss, nnggghhhhhhh.” Julie’s eyes were screwed up tight her jaw clenched. 
She now held my wrist with both hands, and was trying to rub herself onto my 
finger and hand. I glanced at Clare, she was glassy eyed, and emitting some 
quiet moans of her own. She too was cuming quietly. After a minute, the tsunami 
of water settled. 

Clare leaned over to Julie and asked “Was that nice?” 

Clare now looked at me with hungry eyes. I moved over to her and rather than 
washing her, gave her an all over caress with my soapy hands. I wasted little time 
on the ‘boring bits’. I used both hands to rub her bottom cheeks up and down and 
crossways. I caressed her hips, and upper thighs I moved her legs apart and 
massaged her inner thighs moving to within a fraction of her cunt.
“Bend over darling,” I asked, “I want to try something new for you. Could you open 
your bottom for me?” She pulled her arse cheeks apart. I reached to the shelf, 
and picking up some KY jelly, squirted some on my finger. Moving my finger to 
her now open anus, I rubbed some in and around her entrance. Moving in and out 
in short movements, I slowly inserted my finger.

“Push, like you need to poo,” I said. Immediately, the grip on my finger vanished 
and my finger slid in to the limit. I moved the finger in and out several times. Clare 
moved to reciprocate my movements. When I pulled out of her, after a minute or 
two, she looked disappointed.

“You never cleaned my bottom that well,” observed Julie, who was now coming 
back to Earth after her trip to Venus and back.

“That’s because you’re such a clean little girl, Poppet,” I replied, “besides, didn’t 
you enjoy your wash tonight?”

“S’pose so,” she answered, picking up the duck again to play with it.

I suggested Clare lay down in the bath now. She sat, placed a leg either side of 
Julie and slid down into the water. Looking at me in anticipation, she lifted her 
knees upwards and outwards as far as the bath sides permitted. I massaged her 
mons for a while, then moved over her pussy lips, slowly inserting my fingers, I 
rubbed her clit until she started to rock a little. Finding her vagina entrance, I 
pressed in gently, and using my thumb on her clit and finger in her cunt, started a 
massaging motion. Quickly she rose to the occasion and started to hump my 
hand. Biting her lip and concentrating hard, she managed not to wail, but as her 
orgasm hit, she was breathing in and out through her nose in snorts and her 
moans were almost as loud.

Clare’s breathing settled after a few minutes. She lay back and relaxed an a 
dreamy haze.

I smiled and left the girls to play for a minute. “I’m just going to grab a quick 
shower,” I said, “back in a minute.” I went into the shower room and stripped off. 
That glass was going to get hammered this time. 

I was just stepping in, when Clare entered, her wet footprints crossing the floor. 

She looked at my rampant cock and said “I thought you might need a hand with 
that.” The water ran down us both as she started to massage me again. I knew It 
wouldn’t take long. 

Just then Clare dropped to her knees, still holding my cock, looked up at me doe 
eyed and said “One of my friends at school says this is what boys really like.” 
And, without another pause, sucked the end of my cock into her mouth. The 
surge of pleasure coursing through me was instant. Her cheeks sank in as she 
exerted a huge amount of suction. This was complimented by her tongue finding 
that sensitive spot under my cock head, whilst pressing my cock against the roof 
of her mouth. I lifted my face upwards, as I felt that mouth and tongue move slowly 
over my cock. I am about six and a half inches in length, but quite thick so Clare 
had to open her mouth quite wide to ensure she didn’t scrape her teeth along 
me. 

Soon she was moving at a nice pace bobbing up and down. I placed my hand on 
the back of her head and helped her set the pace. As time went on, she took me 
deeper and deeper. It couldn’t be considered a deep throat, but for one so young 
it was a masterful blow job. Her pace increased, and I felt that tingling in my balls 
indicating I was about to erupt into this nine year olds mouth for the first time. 

“Get ready Clare,” I muttered, “ it’s cuming soon… soon….now….. ahhhh.” The 
first pulse erupted into the back of her mouth. She was waiting for it. She already 
knew she liked the taste, and had heard that boys really liked girls that 
swallowed, so she swallowed and swallowed. I was in heaven. Clamped to my 
cock was a nine year old, first time, expert cock sucker. It went on and on and 
Clare swallowed. Eventually I calmed, my legs stopped shaking and I looked 
down at Clare’s smiling face. 

“Did you enjoy that, Bob?” was that same question. She stood, kissed me and 
pressed her tongue into my mouth, rolling it over my tongue. She hadn’t 
swallowed the last bit, so we passed it back and forth from mouth to mouth. We 
cuddled for a few minutes then the water started to go cold. Time to get out. We 
dried each other off and went to get dressed.

Chapter 7 – Saturday night

The evening was a storming success. The movie was ‘Sponge out of Water’, 
one of the Sponge Bob series. Appropriate I thought, considering the day’s 
activities.    

We found a little family restaurant close by afterwards. The girls behaved in a 
very grown up manner and were a credit to their mother for their well behaved 
table manners. Home again, it was now getting quite late. I made the cocoa 
drink, while Clare applied the knock out drops. I suspected after today, they 
would sleep well anyway. We cuddled on the sofa for a while and went upstairs. 
The girls jumped into bed. 

Julie cuddled up to me and said “Bob, you are my favourite person in the whole 
world after Mummy and Daddy and Clare, of course.” I read Julie her book and 
she was nodding off before the chapter was finished.

Clare had a cheeky look on her face. 

“What are you up to madam?” I asked “Oh nothing.” she said. With Clare, “Oh 
nothing” always meant “oh something”. 

“Bob,” she said in a sing song voice  “can we talk for a minute while Julie goes to 
sleep?” 

“How many drops?” I asked. 

“Ten,” she replied “won’t take long.”  Julie was soon snoring that loud snore that 
belied her small size. It is astounding how loud it was.

“Bob, can I ask you some things?” she asked.

“Yes sweetheart, what do you want to know?” I replied.

“Well, I have decided I really love you, because you try to make me feel good, 
and you’re kind to me and look after me. So what I have decided is I would like 
you to be my first one, the one who takes my virginity. I want you to make love to 
me later tonight. I don’t want a quick fuck, I want you to make love to me long and 
slow, passionately, in your own bed. Before that, we can  have some fun in here, 
but later, I want the real thing, the full works, I want to give you my virginity in every 
meaning of the word” 

I looked at her, took her into my arms and held her for a long moment. “Are you 
sure about this Clare, It’s not a decision to take lightly?” 

“No Bob, I know that, I have thought about little else and now I have made my 
mind up. Later, I want us to go to your room and I will be yours to take and you will 
be mine to have. Until then, while we are in here, in this room, let’s have some 
fun. For a start, get that camera out while I get rid of this bed sheet.”

Clare moved around the bed and made some poses that almost made me blush. 
She did headstands against the wall with her legs apart. She went on all fours, 
looking out through her spread knees at the camera, she held herself open with 
her straight legs far apart, and then with her knees either side of her ears. Every 
position she could think of. Next, she moved over to Julie. She rolled Julie over to 
get the nighty out from underneath her, removed it and tossed it on the floor. She 
then said “OK let’s pretend things are happening between Julie and me, get your 
camera ready.” Clare spread Julie’s legs as far apart as they could go. Julie was 
now in a similar position to last  night. Clare held her sister’s cunt wide open with 
her finger tips so I could get some really fantastic close up “inside” shots. The 
snoring seemed to increase. Clare squatted over her sister’s face, simulating 
her being eaten out, while showing an expression of ecstasy with her head back 
and her hands clutching her boobs. The camera clicked away. These were 
incredibly sexy shots. Clare sucked Julie’s nipples and licked down her tummy. 
Finally she licked Julies cunt. With her legs so far apart, while holding her pussy 
lips wide open, Clare could get her tongue quite well inside. The pictures were 
sensational. I wasn’t sure how much ‘pretending’ was going on.

“OK,” said Clare, “your turn now. I have one rule only which you must obey. My 
rule is that as long as I am your girlfriend, and I am either there or give my 
permission, you can do anything with my friends or sister. But unless I tell you 
otherwise, you cannot fuck anyone else but me, do you agree?” 

I was a little stunned at this, but thought it fair and agreed. “OK, but in return you 
have to agree to a similar rule of mine. You too can do anything with anyone else, 
as long as I am either there or you get it on camera for me and you don’t fuck 
anyone else either, without my permission, agreed?” 

“Agreed,” she sighed. 

“One last thing,” I asked “does anything mean anything?” 

“Of course silly, why, what did you have in mind?” she looked askance. 

“Get that camera.”

I spent the next ten minutes giving Julie a licking bath. There wasn’t an inch she 
wasn’t licked. I spent several minutes pulling her cunt lips far apart to get my 
tongue in as much as I could. Then, with the snoring still as loud as ever, I rotated 
Julie around. She was now lying across the bed. I slid her until her shoulders 
were well over the side of the bed, so her head and neck were unsupported and 
flopped over the edge. Her head was ninety degrees to her body. I went around 
to Julies head. Because her head was so far back, her mouth was agape. The 
height of the bed was perfect. I knelt down, lined my cock up with her mouth, and 
placed the head inside. The snoring made vibrations, which were very sensual. 
The camera snapped and I moved my cock in and out slowly. Little by little I 
pushed deeper. My cock slid across her tongue and against the roof of her 
mouth. Deeper and deeper; I entered her throat. As I did, the snore stopped. As I 
pulled out the snore started. So I started a rhythmic pace of snore, in, out, snore, 
going deeper until I bottomed out. My whole cock was down a seven year old’s 
throat. Her throat gripped me like a soft vice. Fuck but did this feel good? Out I 
came, snore, in again. 

All too soon Clare said, “Time up, anyway, the memory in the camera is full. Let’s 
go and make love.”

We put Julie back into a comfortable position, switched the lights out and 
headed for my room. At first all we did was cuddle. 

I asked her “Are you sure about this darling?” 

“I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life.” We spent many minutes 
feeling and exploring and caressing each other. I made sure Clare was very slick 
with my pre-cum. I rubbed and massaged her in sensuous fore play. I took my 
time, slowly building her gently up, teasing her with not quite rubbing the right 
spot and moving away again. Then taking her a little higher up the scale of 
passion. Her eyes glazed over, her body started to shake her breathing was like 
a series of deep sighs while she came. Then she got louder. Not a loud wailing 
howl this time, but a quiet long low sing song ululation. She slowly returned. We 
cuddled again.

“If you really want to do this, then what I think we should do Pussycat is for you to 
come on top of me. That way, you can control the pace and I won’t squash you 
during your first time.”

I lay on my back and Clare straddled me. Her knees either side of my thighs, her 
hands on my chest, my cock as stiff as a post up the crack of her bum, resting 
against the small of her back. We looked longingly into each other’s eyes. She 
lifted herself up and backwards. I put my hand between her thighs and guided my 
cock towards her entrance. She then leant forward and brought her head and 
chest down to lay as close to me as she could while she concentrated on feeling 
me enter her. 

I again moved back and forth rubbing just the tip of my cock along her outer cunt 
lips several times and pulled my foreskin down half an inch to ensure she was as 
slick as she could be. I moved my hips very slightly to begin a rhythm. Clare 
quickly picked up on this and started to rock back and forth, lifting and dropping 
slightly at the same time. My cock head moved slowly inside her lips and 
pressed against her entry. She pushed down harder, keeping up the rocking 
motions. In a few moments, my head popped through her virgina opening. 
Clare’s eyes went wide, she paused, the pressure eased. Clare looked 
adoringly into my eyes, she brought her mouth to mine and our tongues were 
intertwined in a love dance of their own. She again built up her rocking motion. In 
so doing, my cock went in a little deeper and came up against her hymen. 

“Take your time pussycat,” I tried to calm her “It will hurt a little at first, but the pain 
will go.” I hadn’t spoken the last word, when her athletic body moved down a 
couple of inches, there was a tearing feeling and I was inside her. She stopped 
dead. There was a tear in her eye, but no other indication of pain. After a full 
minute, she moved slightly, as if finding out if the pain was still there. She then 
started to move back into her rhythm again. In so doing, my cock slowly went 
further and further into her gorgeous virgina. She was very, very tight. It was 
almost like I had a condom on three sizes too small. But at the same time, this 
tightness was itself a wonderfully erotically pleasurable sensation. Every ripple in 
her love tunnel and my shaft worked together to transmit a stunning series 
wonderful feelings brought on by the friction between us. It was exquisite. The 
motions continued, and finally I bottomed out. My balls were up against her 
bottom, while my pubis was pressed against her mons. My cock head was 
pressed into her cervix.

Again Clare paused and caught her breath. We kissed again. A long lingering 
kiss of passion and love. No rush, no grinding of teeth together, just pleasure. 
We stayed like that for several minutes simply enjoying each other. Clare moved 
up again and down. A pause and repeated the movement again and again. She 
started to quicken the pace and lengthen the stroke. I reached around cupping 
her bottom with my hands helping to take the weight as she lifted and lowered. I 
placed my finger against her anus and pressed lightly. There was a sharp intake 
of breath and speeding up of her movements. Suddenly, Clare lifted herself up 
so she was again kneeling astride me in an upright position with her outstretched 
hands pressing into my chest. She then lifted her knees up, so her weight was 
now on her feet and started to lift herself up and down as if doing squats. Faster 
and faster she went. As she lifted, she nearly came off my cock, and then she 
would drop down with all her weight, pressing my cock into her cervix. I realised 
Clare was going to cum again very soon, and I had forgotten to close the 
windows. The howl when it came was long and loud. Her virgina spasmed 
around my cock massaging and sucking and pulling it. I could hold out no longer. 
Over the past two days I had had some magnificent orgasms, but they were as 
nothing to the sensational cum that enveloped me now. Pulse after pulse. I 
erupted and squirted and throbbed and came again and again. Such was the 
pleasure as I had never experienced ever before. 

Just before she collapsed onto my chest, she whispered her motto “Did you 
enjoy that, Bob?”

I became aware that Clare had gone quiet. That in itself was a new one on me. 
She looked up at me, smiled, snuggled into my chest. She straightened out her 
legs and lifted them over mine. A contented sigh was all she emitted. We lay like 
that for a good ten minutes. Eventually we rolled over so we were on our sides 
facing each other, still joined in our act of love. Our hands ran up and down each 
other’s backs into our bum cracks and up again. This was just the most 
sensuous feeling of passion. The lust had passed. My erection had not withered 
however, and I wanted to make my child lover remember this as the greatest 
night of her life. I gently started to rock my hips. My cock slid in and out of her just 
a little way. 

“Hmm that’s nice,” my pussycat murmured, “keep doing that.”  

The rocking motion continued slowly. After perhaps five minutes, Clare 
reciprocated the movements. She was getting stirred to go again. I didn’t know if 
I would be able to cum again, but if I could give Clare pleasure I would continue. 
Shortly, Clare started to increase her movements and her breathing became a 
pant. I rolled over on top of Clare, her legs spreading and her knees lifted then 
pushed into my arm pits. I took my weight on my knees and elbows and started a 
slow, deep, passionate thrusting motion. All the way in, all the way back until I 
was almost out then in again. Clare’s hips started to move in time with me. I felt 
her cunt walls start to pulsate around my cock as her lower toned sing song wail 
started again. I continued the slow thrusting and the sing song went on and on. 

This was just amazing. She multi orgasmed. No question. Twenty minutes must 
have passed still Clare was rocking in time with me and her humming sound 
ebbed and flowed. The pulsations around my cock never let up for a moment. 
This girl was astounding. I felt a rising feeling in my balls. I knew I would cum in a 
few minutes. My pace quickened I was now thrusting harder. A slap slap sound 
came from my balls connecting with her bum. My pubis smacked into her clit, my 
cock throbbed in and out of her immature cunt. As my pace increased, Clare 
aware of what was coming, went into top howl mode again and the pulsations 
gripped my cock in a vice like grip, sending me over the edge. My orgasm hit 
like an express train and I pulsed into her cervix sending my seed into her womb. 

“Aahhh,” I moaned “that was like something out of heaven, are you really an 
angel?”

After things calmed down, we rolled onto our sides again. 

“Did you enjoy that, Bob?” she murmured, her eyes closed, a calm contented 
look on her face.  Slowly, I felt my cock start to deflate, and in so doing, slip out of 
Clare. We both looked down. As my cock head finally came out, it was followed 
by much cum juice and a tinge of blood. 

Clare looked up at me again, smiled, cuddled into me and simply said “I love you 
Bob.” So few words seemed to express so much more. It seemed that in 
seconds we were both fast asleep. 

Chapter 8 – Sunday 

Sometime in the night, the storm came in. The distant thunder rumbled, the wind 
got up and then the rain came in torrents. I rushed to shut windows before getting 
back to cuddle my love. Clare and I must have fallen then into a deep sleep. 
Dawn broke as the storm clouds dispersed. I never heard the tornado, that was 
the naked Julie, fly into the room leap on the bed, do the half dozen trampoline 
bounces and climb in alongside me. All I was aware of, as I slowly surfaced 
some time later, was a lovely feeling of my cock being squeezed and wanked. I 
drifted off and came round again in a doze. In the dreamy distance I realised now 
that there were two hands gripping me. I became aware that one was smaller 
than the other. Surely not. I pretended to be asleep to see what transpired. Quiet 
whispering and giggling. 


“If you watch the end Julie, you might see something really interesting. When it 
happens feel the movement in his willy,” whispered Clare. The two handed 
massage continued. The tingle wasn’t long in coming and all too soon I came in 
spurts across my belly and their hands. A gasp from Julie told me this was a new 
experience to her. I still pretended to be asleep. 

“What will he say when he wakes,” asked Julie “will he be cross?”

“He won’t know,” was Clare’s reply, “do what I do.”

Next I felt a tongue lapping across my tummy. A slurping sound. I felt another 
tongue and more slurping. “Hmm, this is nice, I didn’t know it tasted good, let me 
get that bit.” All too soon they were finished. I allowed myself to doze for ten 
minutes before pretending to wake. The three of us cuddled in a contented hug. 

“What would you like to do today, girls,” I yawned, “anything in particular?” A 
quick debate took place. 

“What’s the weather going to do, Bob?” 

“Now the storm has passed, it should be fresher than the last few days, but bright 
and sunny and warm, I think. I know, why don’t we have a barbeque? We could 
set up a water slide in the back garden, perhaps borrow the paddling pool and 
ask your friends for a lunch and afternoon party.” The girls jumped at the idea.  

Breakfast, like the day before was a casual affair. Having a couple of nudie little 
girls to eat with was no hardship at all. The morning was spent preparing for the 
party. My garden has a slight hill rising behind the house, so I set up a long sheet 
of plastic I had as a slide. When water from the hose pipe ran down it, it should 
work well. The girls ran around asking their friends and families to come round 
about one o’clock . I started filling the paddling pool and added a little hot water 
to take the edge off the temperature. As Ellie is a special friend to Clare, I 
suggested she phoned and asked her and her mum to come over as well. We 
suggested everyone brought rugs or fold up chairs to sit on.

I fired up the BBQ, then got my stock of sausages and burgers out of the freezer 
and de-frosted them, while I got the salads, bread, crisps and a hundred other 
things together in preparation. 

Liz and Ellie arrived early. “I thought I would come over to help to repay your 
kindness yesterday and by the looks of how you’re getting on here, you need it! I 
have brought some extra things over in case you run out.”

We beavered away in the kitchen and chatted. More than once I was aware of 
Liz rubbing “accidentally” up against me while stretching across for something or 
other. Out the back, the girls were busy getting everything laid out and a couple 
of tables set up. 

“Thank you for yesterday, by the way, you certainly scored a hit with Ellie, Bob. 
She got home in the afternoon and hasn’t stopped talking about it since. She is 
normally quite reticent with new people, but you have really won her over. What 
did you do to her to make that happen?” 

I blushed bright red “Well, I just let the girls do their thing, we took a few photos 
and they had a swim and that was about it.” I replied. 

“I don’t know,” she teased, “you must have the magic touch or something, as 
soon as Clare called to invite us over today, wild horses wouldn’t have kept her 
away. I think she’s got the hots for you,” she teased. If only she knew. 

People started to arrive and the food was on the heat. I found a beer and started 
to enjoy the day. Liz was brilliant. She acted as hostess and made everyone 
welcome. The “Terrible Twins” arrived with their dreadful mother Vera. I hadn’t 
realised that she was not only obnoxious, but odorous too, until she came and 
stood upwind of me while I cooked. A mixture of stale cigarettes and too few 
showers. Her daughters, eight years old, very pretty as little girls go, with their 
blazing red hair, ran around like wild feral animals. After she had eaten and 
drank a couple of my beers, Vera made excuses and was gone. I suppose a free 
baby sitting service was how she saw this.

There were about eight or ten girls there, a couple of their brothers and the 
adults, plus Liz and me, about twenty in all. When the food had gone, the kids 
asked if they could use the paddling pool. I directed Clare to let the girls change 
in the lounge and the boys in the loo.

Soon they were jumping in and out of the water. I set the slide running with water 
and they found this great fun. They ran up the slope, got on the plastic and slid 
down on their backs. Several times when they came down too fast, they shot off 
the end of the plastic on to the grass. This braked their motion, and pulled the 
swimsuits up into their bum and cunt cracks giving some fantastic camel toes! 
After a while, they tried coming down head first. This was great fun. They were all 
in hysterics when one young girl of about eight, from up the street left her bikini 
bottoms down by her knees when she came off the end of the plastic. No one 
noticed I had captured it all on camera.    
  
We organised tea with sandwiches, soft drinks, crisps and so on. It was while we 
were enjoying this that Jenny and Dick returned from their weekend away. They 
got changed and came round to join us. Clare and Julie rushed over to hug them 
and tell them what a super time they had had. Being old friends of Liz, the two of 
them linked arms and were chatting animatedly. Certainly something was 
catching their attention. They glanced my way a couple of times, then went 
indoors. Clare came over and handed me a beer. 

“That’s for putting on a great party, thanks for doing it for us, Bob.” She skipped 
away. I pulled the tab on the can. It exploded, beer squirted all over me. The little 
imp must have shaken it hard before handing it to me. Clare and Ellie had to hold 
onto each other for support, they were laughing so much.

“I owe you two for that,” I said, “you wait I’ll bide my time.” There were broad 
smiles all round looking at my discomfiture. 

Going in doors to get dry, I went to the kitchen to get a towel. As I entered, I came 
across Liz and Jenny. They were in a clinch and were kissing, passionately. Liz’s 
hand was up under Jenny’s skirt hem. They broke apart as soon as I entered, 
Jenny made excuses and went to join the others, while Liz picked up a cloth to 
mop me down.

“I know what you must be thinking, but Jenny is a great friend. She’s going 
through a tough time at the moment. We go back a long way. She needs all the 
support and friendship she can get at the moment,” she stated looking me in the 
eye. I think she hopes you may be able to help her too.

“I’m not judging anyone, Liz, certainly I’m no saint. No more to be said eh?”

“You’re a star Bob, here let me give you a kiss.” She gave me a hug, kissed me, 
and her tongue was searching mine out in a moment. I felt her hand brush across 
my trouser front and give a gentle squeeze. She muttered something about 
plenty more where that came from, and vanished outside.
 
After I had cleaned myself up, I sat down for a beer with Dick. He said he would 
just have the one. A stern look from Jenny spoke volumes. He told me how the 
weekend had gone, and what a great time they’d had. I wasn’t convinced.

“I’ve been meaning to have a word, Bob,” he started, “As you know I do web sites 
for firms, Well there is a clothing company, local one, Liz has something to do 
with them, that needs some pictures doing for a new line, but they need them 
really quick. I know you do a bit of photography, their usual guy is on holiday, 
would you be interested?” 

“I could be,” I answered, “what do they need?” 

“Well they specialise in underwear. I think they do other stuff, but that’s what the 
job is. It’s all kids underwear.” My heart jumped, would I be interested, what a 
question. 

“I tell you what Dick, I will e-mail some samples of my clothing model work. You 
forward them to the client and let me know what they think. I am owed some time 
off, so could do it pretty quick.” 

“Great,” he said.

Soon the party broke up and we made a joint effort to clear away. It was a school 
day tomorrow, so no one hung around too long. Jenny came inside with me to 
get the girls belongings. 

“Thank you Bob for looking after the girls. It’s obvious they had a fantastic time. 
They don’t want to go home. Come here, let me give you a hug.” Jenny gripped 
me in a bear hug, pressing her boobs into me and ran her hand over my arse 
and gave a squeeze. At that moment, Clare came through the door to lend a 
hand, she gave me a wink and the hug was over. All too soon they were gone 
and life was back to normal. The only job left to do was e-mail some sample 
photos to Dick  and do the final tidying up.



Chapter 9 - Monday

The following day, back in the office, Alan wasn’t there, so I fielded his calls and 
was running around a bit. My office is next to his, and there is a hatch between 
the two we use to pass work across. This was open an inch or two, when I 
noticed movement out the corner of my eye. I looked across, and through the 
gap, saw that it was Sarah. I moved closer, she had opened one of the filing 
cabinets and had taken out a file. It was on the table just in front of where I was, 
so I could see it was the Pearson Contract. She had got the signed forms and 
pricing detail out and was photocopying them. Returning these to the drawer, she 
was gone in moments. 

It was then I realised what was happening. She was taking the contracts, and I 
assumed others previously. This had but one meaning. I went down to the 
accounts  and knocked on Sarah’s office door. I went right in. She was just 
putting some papers into her bag. 

“I think you and I need a little chat don’t you?” I said 

“What, what do you mean Bob?” 

“A little matter of stealing confidential company information. In itself of no value, 
but to a competitor worth a great deal. Take the Pearson Contract you just 
copied and put in your bag for example. What do you have to say for yourself?” 

“Oh God, no, Bob please don’t say anything to anyone. I am in debt and needed 
the money. I will do anything you ask, anything, but please don’t dob me in,” she 
pleaded. 

“Well first of all, let me have that contract copy. Secondly you will come down to 
my office in ten minutes we will have a little chat. You said you would do anything, 
what did you have in mind?” 

She licked her lips and said, “Anything Bob, you know, anything.” 

I looked at her with a little pity, as I no longer fancied her, “I don’t think it will come 
to that Sarah, but I have to think where we go from here. Come down in ten 
minutes.”

I spent the next ten minutes typing into my computer and printing off the result. On 
the dot, Sarah came into my office. Her head was bowed. 

“This is the way we’re going to play this Sarah,” I said sternly. “First of all sign this 
confession I have just printed. I will keep it safe, together with the copied contract 
as evidence with your finger prints on it. I will not say anything to anyone about 
this on the condition there is never a repetition of this, agreed?” 

“What do you want in return, Bob?” she quavered.

“Nothing for now, let’s see how things work out.”   She signed the confession and 
was out of the office like a startled hare.

I had a lot to think about on the way home, but I felt I had handled it right. I pulled 
up outside my house. The kids were playing one of their games as usual across 
the road. Clare and Julie were with them. As I looked, Clare eyed me and gave 
me a watery smile. Something’s up.

I went into the house and almost immediately, the door bell sounded. 

“Come in Jenny,” I said when I saw who it was, “do you want a drink of 
something?” 

“No thank you Bob, I just came round for a chat.” 

“Oh that’s nice,” I replied. 

“Well maybe it is and maybe not, depending on what you have to say,” she was 
hedging around something. 

“Look Jenny, “ I said, “I always find the best way to say something difficult is to 
just come out and say it. Let me get you that drink. Gin and tonic?” A nod from 
Jenny.

“Well,” she said, “it’s very complicated, so let me start a couple or three months 
ago. As you know, I guard my family with my life and would do anything to hold it 
together.” She sipped her gin. “You may or may not know Dick has a drink 
problem. Well we came home one night, and he was pretty drunk. I had given the 
girls some knock out drops and we all went to bed. Anyway, I got up in the night, 
Dick wasn’t in bed. To cut a long story short, I found him in bed with Julie. He was 
fucking her while she was unconscious. The bastard was fucking his own 
daughter, she was six years old at the time. Since then, I have tried to hold the 
family together. I gave Dick an ultimatum. He had to sleep downstairs, he had to 
take a sex represent drug which I get through work, and he had to stop drinking. 
That’s why I was cross with him at your party yesterday.”

“So far this has worked, but now, I find my own life is no longer happy and I am 
thinking perhaps I should just call the police, have Dick arrested and start my life 
afresh somewhere else. But if he was arrested, he might reasonably claim the 
drug was administered by me, so the girls could well end up in care. That would 
leave all of us unhappy. The girls do love him, and really he is a good father in his 
way. A quiet divorce would be out of the question. Apart from making the girls 
just as unhappy, with Dick being Dick, everything would come out into the open. 
So we would be in the same boat. But at the end of the day, how would carrying 
on as we are now, leave me? A trapped, lonely, frustrated old woman.” 

“Then last week I had a brainstorm,” she continued, “you are the answer. What I 
want to do is to carry on playing happy families, but once a week, I want to come 
round here and for half an hour, for you to fuck my brains out! What would you to 
say to that Bob?” You could have heard a pin drop. 

“Er, that’s all very well Jenny, but why would I do that?” 

“Well for a start,” she continued “It would save me making another call to the 
police because you’ve been fucking Clare.” I sat there stunned, mouth agape; 

she continued. “You see, I suspected what you and Clare might get up to. I have 
seen how she’s been looking at you. That’s one of the reasons why I asked you 
to baby sit in the first place. Anyway, I got home last night and when we went to 
bed, I gave the girls some of the drops. After they were asleep I went in to their 
room to check Clare over. It doesn’t take a nurse long to see when a recent virgin 
is a virgin no more. Anyway, when Clare got home tonight, I confronted her, and 
she eventually admitted it. There was nothing else she could say the evidence 
was there. You might call my actions entrapment, but there it is.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Bob, I know that Clare is a hormonal time bomb. I realised 
if it hadn’t been you, very soon it would have been some awful spotty youth who 
would have given her a quickie and a reputation. No, if it were going to happen, 
let it happen with someone caring and considerate. In fact, knowing this was 
going to happen sooner or later with Clare, I had you in mind as a “family friend” 
to help out.”

 “Thanks” I said sarcastically. 

“Don’t mention it. So back to my proposal. Once a week for half an hour, you are 
mine for the asking right? Or do we do it the hard way?”

I finished my gin and sat down. This afternoon, I was threatening someone with 
the police and now someone was doing the same to me. 

“OK Jenny, it looks like you have me cornered, but before I answer you, I would 
like to speak to Clare.” She showed surprise. “Well, strange as it may seem, I 
didn’t want Clare for a quick pedo fuck. I found that I really loved her and she 
asked me to be her first, and make love to her, and take her virginity. I feel I was 
privileged to be asked and honoured to have done so. I owe it to Clare to ask her 
how she feels. You can be present too if you wish.” Jenny thought for a moment 
and nodded. There was a tear in her eye. 

“I didn’t realise that you are really such a caring person, Bob. I didn’t want it to 
come to this, but what choice do I have?” She stood and went to the door, and 
waved to Clare who had been watching my front door nervously since her mother 
had entered.

Clare came in, not knowing what to say, and looked at me in a plaintive way. “I’m 
sorry Bob.” She leaned over and hugged me. 

“Well young lady,” said Jenny, “as you know I have a decision to make about 
Bob, but unbeknown to you, he has a decision to make about me. Things 
between your father and me have ended as far as the bedroom is concerned. 
You already know that. But, I still want to keep the family together for your sake 
and Julie’s. If I report Bob for what you two have been up to, he goes to jail. For 
reasons you already know about, so would your dad, and who knows the social 
services may have ideas about your future. However, we could perhaps find 
another way. Call it an arrangement between Bob and me. Bob wants a word 
with you now. Bob?”

“Clare my darling, first of all, I want you to know that I love you more than anyone 
in the world,” I said 

“I know that”, she gave a  weak smile. 

“Well your mother has suggested to me that perhaps I can help her with holding 
your family together. She is unhappy, as your father and she no longer, er…” 

“Fuck you mean,” she injected. 

“Clare,” said Jenny “language.” 

“Mum, get real, call it what it is. So how do you fit in Bob?” 

“Well darling, what your mum has suggested is that she and I get together here 
once a week for half an hour, to er, meet her needs.” 

Clare looked at me, then at her mother, “So what you are saying, I take it, is that 
you two will have a flying fuck once a week is that correct?” 

“Well I suppose you could put it like that. But you and I have an understanding if 
you recall don’t we? We have agreed not to go with anyone else unless the other 
consents, so in a way this is your decision.”

Clare, who a moment ago thought her world had ended suddenly realised she 
held the aces. 

“So let’s get this straight, the choices are that either Mum reports Dad and Bob 
to the police and they both go to jail and Julie and I probably go into care, or you 
come round once a week and shag the hell out of each other for half an hour.” 

“Well,” said Jenny, “I wouldn’t have quite put it that way, but I suppose that is the 
gist of it.” 

Clare smiled, “OK, I would be willing to go along with this crazy idea, but on two 
conditions. These are not up for discussion. Firstly, I have to be there. Bob is my 
boyfriend and no one but no one fucks him without me being there agreed?”

Jenny was a little taken aback “Agreed,” she said hesitantly after a few moments 
thought, “and the second condition?” 

“That I am allowed to come round to see Bob any time I want.” 

“Well,” said Jenny after a few more moments thought, “it looks like we have an 
agreement. How shall we celebrate? May I suggest upstairs, right now?”

We all raced up the stairs. The air of relief in all three of us was tangible. Jenny 
and I went to my room and in a moment she had me in an all encompassing 
embrace. She was kissing me, her tongue was down my throat and her hands 
were everywhere. Before I knew it, she was at my belt trying to unbuckle it. In 
moments my trousers were on the floor and her hand was inside my boxers. I 
started to undo her top and quickly ran my hands up her back to unclasp her bra. 
Both garments dropped to the floor together. Jenny didn’t have big boobs, but 
they were beautifully formed, and pert and firm half grapefruit sized, tipped with 
bullet sized nipples that were hard and projecting. 

The rest of our clothing was on the floor before thirty seconds had passed. Jenny 
pushed me back onto the bed. She went down to inspect my cock up close, 
grasping and fondling it. I thought I was in for a blow job, but she moved up over 
me instead, pushing me back down. This was after all nothing to do with my 
pleasure, rather all about Jenny’s.  

I was conscious that Clare had now come into the room. She sat in the swivel 
chair and was watching the proceedings closely. I wasn’t sure where she had 
been for the past two or three minutes.

Jenny didn’t waist any time on foreplay. She was here for one thing only, and that 
was to get my cock inside her as fast as possible. She straddled me with her 
knees either side of my hips. She lifted herself up, guided my cock towards her 
entrance and dropped onto my full length in one movement. She was already 
slick enough. Her cunt was tight for one who had had two children and her mound 
has covered in a thin coating of very fine pubic hair proving she was a true blond.  
Her hands were against my chest, and I couldn’t help but compare her exact 
position to that of her daughter’s two nights earlier. Like mother, like daughter, I 
smiled to myself. She even brought her feet up after a minute and was in the 
squats position so she could lift up and drop down just as Clare had done. I have 
to say it was a fantastic fuck and I was really enjoying this, but it did not compare 
to the love making with Clare. 

I looked down the bed, and I could see Clare had now removed her clothing.  But 
what startled me, she was now holding a camera and taking shots of everything 
that was going on. This I found a huge turn on. Jenny hadn’t noticed. I reached 
down, and grasped Jenny’s ass. I massaged her globes then moved my finger 
down the crack of her bum and found her hole. I pushed the finger into her bum 
and in time to her movement, pushed it step by step right in. In a moment, there 
was a wailing sound. Her cunt clamped down on my cock, while her anus did the 
same to my finger, and she spasmed heavily while she came. The wail went on 
and on. She had given her daughters the gift of being howlers! Her up and down 
bouncing seemed to increase. 

I sensed a movement to my side, and the next thing I realised was Clare climbing 
over me. She squatted over my face, facing her mother. She settled her pussy 
onto my mouth and started to gently move back and forth. I started to lick her out. 
My cock surged and Jenny’s wail went up an octave. Clare started her sing song 
hum as she too came shortly. She squirted directly into my mouth at the same 
time, which was very sensuous. Hearing the two of them howling, I had a funny 
thought “We could start a choir at this rate.” Both Clare and Jenny  were now 
bouncing up and down together. One mashing my face the other my cock. This 
couldn’t continue forever, and before long I felt the stirring in my balls. My cock 
swelled, my sperm pulsed and up my shaft it shot right into the depths of Jenny’s 
womb. She wailed louder and bounced harder. Clare and Jenny were now 
clinging on to each other for mutual support. 

Eventually things calmed down. The two of them were panting to catch their 
breath. 

Clare then said something I never thought to hear a daughter to ask her mother 
“Did you enjoy that Mummy?” 

Jenny laughed. It was a laugh of relief, of self satisfaction and even 
embarrassment, “Yes darling, I did, I really, really did.” The two still sitting on top 
of me leant forward and cuddled. This was nothing sexual. They simply loved 
each other.

By this time, I was having difficulty in breathing. I tried to explain but just said 
“Ngghhh would you hnggegg, Pleash.” Anyway Clare got the message, and 
climbed off. She lay along one side of me cuddling. 

Jenny slid along my other side and ran her fingers through my chest hair. “That 
was the best fuck I’ve had for many a month.” 

To which Clare reposted “Mummy, language.” We were all paralysed with 
laughing. The final tension in the air melted away.

As we dressed, I glanced at my watch and couldn’t believe it was less than the 
half hour that Clare had agreed to, since we came up the stairs. 

“Would you like another Gin & Tonic, Jenny before you go?” I asked. 

She was just pulling her panties up as she glanced over “No thank you Bob, I 
have to get dinner ready for the girls. Why not come round, I have plenty. Dick 
wants to talk to you. Something about some photos you are doing. God my 
panties are all wet already. How much did you shoot in?” The rhetorical question 
needed no answer. 


Chapter 10 - Monday night

Ten minutes later, I was round at the Nolan’s. We had a light salad supper as it 
was so warm. 

Dick looked across and said “Those pictures you sent over, Bob, they were all of 
Clare, Julie and Ellie I see.” 

“Yes,” I replied, “taken on Saturday up by the lake. I just sent the ones of general 
clothes poses and similar underwear shots, as that’s the type your client needs.” 

“Do you think it was appropriate to have taken pictures of my daughters in their 
underwear, Bob?” he asked pointedly.

I was about to reply when Jenny interrupted “That’s rich coming from you, 
considering your history. You wanted the photos and now you have them, you 
have to have a pop at Bob about them. Anyway, Bob told me he wanted to do 
some photography when I asked if he would baby sit so you could go to your 
company do and asked if he could model the girls. So shut up.” 

“OK OK,” said Dick backing off “I was just making a point.” 

“Well keep your dirty little thoughts to yourself,” came Jenny’s cutting answer.

“Anyway,” Dick went on, “the client says they’re exactly what they want. In fact 
they even loved the back drop by the lake. They commented on the fact that the 
girls had no make up and their hair was wet and dishevelled.” 

“That’s because we were having a picnic and they’d just been swimming. I think it 
was the hairdresser’s day off.” We chuckled. 

Dick continued “Interesting, as one of the girls was Ellie, because the manager 
of that department is Liz, her mum. I knew she worked there, but I didn’t realise 
she made the decisions there on advertising content. Anyway the bottom line is 
they want five different girls, with different ages and colouring. Interestingly they 
requested that if we could get some twins, that would be a bonus.”

The only twins I knew were the horrors across the road. I suppose they were very 
pretty and had striking hair and if they could pose would be great.
 
“Leave that one with me Dick, I will see if the Redlock girls could do it. They will 
need scrubbing first though. Are you OK with Clare and Julie working on this? 
What does it pay by the way?”

Dick pulled a sheet of paper out from a file. “The models will get one hundred 
pounds each for the first shoot. Then there will be five hundred pounds which you 
and I can split after expenses, let’s say you get three hundred and I’ll take two 
hundred. How soon can you shoot?” 

I thought for a moment, “what time do the girls get home tomorrow?” 

Jenny squinted for a second, “tomorrow they are early about three thirty.”

“Would the others be available by then, do you think? I mused.

“I don’t see why not. Better make a couple of calls. What about make up and 
hair?”

“I have just the person in mind. Let’s just say I will make her an offer she can’t 
refuse.” I smiled to myself. “By the way, you are a web techie, could you do a 
background on her?”

“Sure,” he replied, “simple, who is it?”

“Someone I know at work. There are a couple of points I need to check over. I will 
e-mail her details to you in the morning.”

A few minutes later, I called Liz. 

It would seem she had expected my call. “I mentioned the photo shoot to Ellie 
and she immediately said if you were there, she would do it. What is it about you 
she craves for?” 

“Must be my manly charm.” 

“No” she retorted, ”that would be me. I will bring them round after school. It will 
give me a chance to brief you on what I want.”

Next, I braced myself as I knocked on the Redlock’s door. One of the twins 
answered. 

“Hello Abi, could I have a word with your mum please?” I asked.

“It’s Zoe. I’ll see if she’s around.” Then in an ear cracking shout, “Mum the man 
across the road wants you.”   

Clumping down the stairs followed. “Yes what?” her graceless enquiry. 

“Well,” I said, “I have a photo shoot to do for a company catalogue. We need five 
models and already have three and wondered if your girls would be interested?”

“How much?” she uttered.

“Sorry, what do you mean?” I asked.

“How much does it pay?” she sniffed, then took a drag on her cigarette.

“One hundred pounds each.” 

Her eyebrows raised at that. “What sort of pictures are you going to do? I mean 
what have my girls got to do, is it porn. For porn I’d want a bit more?” I was 
startled, this woman would allow her kids to do a porn shoot without a moment’s 
thought for a few pounds. 

“Well, we are running a whole series of photos for a brand new range of 
underwear. That is why we need so many models. Is that alright with you? 

“Yeah, I suppose,” she was clearly thinking about the money, “Is this a one off or 
would you want to photo them again?”

“There may be further opportunities,” I said, thinking on my feet I wondered how 
gullible this woman was “If you agree, I could do a quick range of shots for a 
portfolio. Many clients like to see their models in different outfits so they have an 
idea how it will turn out. Some photos would need to be in the nude though, as 
they want to know what their figures are like.”

“How much?” she asked again. 

Clearly she had thought I was paying for the portfolio, so I deflected her.
“Oh I wouldn’t charge you for the portfolio, but It may lead to some very generous 
jobs if they like the samples. I know some models can earn two or three hundred 
pounds in an afternoon.” 

Vera Redlock licked her lips. She looked over her shoulder “Abi, Zoe, come ‘ere. 
This man has something to tell yer.” 

The two girls appeared “Hello Abi, hello Zoe,” I started. 

“No she’s Zoe and I’m Abi.”

“Shut up and listen or you’ll get the back of my hand,” asserted their tactful 
mother.

“Tomorrow, we are running a photo shoot for a fashion company’s catalogue they 
need five models to show off their new range of underwear. Your mum has 
agreed to allow you both to take part. Is that OK with you?”

“They’ll be there, anything else?” she asked on the point of slamming the door.

“Well yes. We will have a make up artist and hairdresser there, but as we are 
shooting outside, they will need to be bathed before the shoot. As we start 
straight after school tomorrow, they will need a good bath tonight.”

“Sorry can’t help there, our plumbing’s bust. Won’t be fixed till next week, maybe 
longer.” 

I thought for a moment “Alright, do you want to bring them over, they can use my 
bathroom.”

“I ain’t got no time, you’ll have to do them. I have a client due soon. They’ll be over 
in five minutes, she closed the door.” 

I rolled my eyes, wondering what sort of client that might be. Walking back I saw 
Clare. She had witnessed what had happened and was giggling.

“Hi pussycat. Have you got half an hour spare to get those two scrubbed and 
ready for the shoot tomorrow?”

She looked a little coy “Are we talking about: in, wash, scrub, out, dry, dress, 
home? Or are we talking about: strip slowly, feel around a bit, slow hands all over 
wash, make sure all the naughty bits are extra, extra clean, perhaps a quick feel 
again, possibly a finger in here and there then you needing relief afterwards?”

“Possibly,” I pouted, “depends on how you as director of operations decide it 
should go.”

Clare went in and started to run the bath. I went to make sure the cameras were 
ready. Never miss an opportunity. The twins arrived, accompanied by a distinct 
stink. They needed this. We went upstairs where Clare took over. 

“Right you two, what I need you to do is get undressed quickly. We are going to 
put all your clothes into the washer. I want you in the shower first to get your hair 
washed properly,” Clare instructed. They stripped and soon there were two eight 
year olds standing naked in my bathroom. They didn’t seem embarrassed at all. 
One picked her nose, while the other was trying to find an itch to scratch 
somewhere between her legs. Clare returned from the kitchen having set the 
washing machine running. She picked up the camera and immediately got some 
shots off. The twins went into the shower room and Clare again took charge, 
using over half a bottle of shampoo before the black water turned clear. Next 
coming into the bathroom, she had the twins climb into the bath. They obviously 
hadn’t done this in some time. Perhaps just a cat lick with a sponge.

Clare instructed them, “Right, Bob is going to wash you both. It looks like you are 
both rather dirty and you need a special wash. Bob is very good at this. You are 
lucky he is willing to do this for you. I am going to take photos of you for your 
portfolio. We will only use one or two, so don’t worry if I take lots, we will delete 
the rest. You first then Abi.”

“Actually it’s Zoe,” the tyke retorted. I picked up the soap and flannel, and 
lathered up some suds. I took her arm and started to rub the full length, then 
round her shoulders and down the other arm. Her back was next, under her chin. 
She did her own face reasonable well. It just needed behind her ears going over. 
I picked up her foot and lifted her leg out of the water and washed one then the 
other. Her chest and tummy came next. Her nipples were just mosquito bite sized 
pink circles. Clare told her to stand up and that she had to do exactly what Bob 
said. I dumped the flannel, and got a good lathering of soap and went over her 
bottom and hips, round her front, making sure her mons was well washed. The 
feel of her mound sent shivers down my spine. Her skin, with the help of the soap 
felt like glass covered in oil. Smoother skin I have never felt in my life. Then, I 
asked her to turn away and ran my soapy fingers through her crack back and 
forth, back and forth. I could feel the grit of where there was either crusted toilet 
paper or more probably dry shit. 

“Not very clean down here Zoe are you? I will need to do this again.” She 
grunted. 

“Open your legs wider would you, that might help,” instructed Clare. I ran  my 
fingers through her crack again and again. She even bent over a little to allow me 
to get my finger into her hole. I only pushed in to the first knuckle, but I did so 
about a dozen times.

“I think you are about there now, Zoe, could you turn round now?” I lathered up 
again and started on her inner thighs and then into her cunt crack. I moved back 
and forth, inserting my finger deeper as I went. I found her hole and pressed into 
it. Deeper. Why was I not surprised at her having no hymen? I then rubbed her 
slot more, getting to her clit and massaging it back and forth. She started to rock 
back and forth her breathing shortened.

“OK,” interrupted Clare, “your turn Abi.”
I repeated the same process as on her sister, eventually getting to the interesting 
bits. Again I went through her bum crack and like her sister it needed a double 
going over. Not that I minded. I got my finger in that hole just the same. She 
turned around her mound was as sensational to the touch as her twin’s had been. 
I then went to town on that cunt. Washing, rubbing, sliding along, and into her slot 
and, of course, my finger was up her hole, again without a hymen, up to the hilt as 
far as my finger could reach. I indicated Clare to get a close up of that particular 
shot.

“OK girls, the hard part’s over,” said Clare, “who would like to play a game?” 

The girl’s face brightened up.  “Yes please,“ they chorused. 

“Right, this is what we’re going to do. You both have to kneel in the bath, with 
your knees apart and your eyes closed. Because you are so dirty, Bob is going 
to wash you again between your legs, both of you at the same time. The game is 
this. You have to be as quiet as you can, but Bob is going to see if he can make 
you cum,  er sorry, I mean make you giggle or squeak or make any noise. The 
winner is the one to last longest, OK.”

“That sounds fun,” said Abi, or was it Zoe.

The girls lined up. I got my hands soaped up again, ran them down their slits, and 
between their cunt lips. They were identical twins and certainly I couldn’t feel any 
difference. I found their clits, and rubbed them with equal pressure, speed and 
care. Soon they were both rocking in time. Click, click, click went the camera. It 
didn’t take long before they were breathing deeply. A gasp, a little moan, but 
both were holding out. I slipped my fingers in deep into their cunts, another gasp. 
I started an in and out motion. I felt a little spasm on my right finger and then one 
on my left. Then another and another and suddenly, they both exploded with 
gasps, moans and my fingers were being squeezed by the spasms deep inside 
the girls. 

“Nngghhh, ohhh, yesss, again, there, please, yes there,” seemed to coming from 
both the twins simultaneously. By now they had both grabbed my hands and were 
trying to pump my finger in and out of their cunts. I looked at Clare. She was 
smiling from ear to ear and had the camera in one hand while the other was 
down her panties rubbing hard.

“Well girls,” I praised them after they had calmed down and sat back in the now 
very dirty water, “that was a dead heat. You both win a prize. What would you 
like.” 

“Do you have any chocolate in your house?” one of them asked.

“Yes I do. You have both earned a bar each. Let’s get the two of you dry now and 
see if your clothes are ready yet,” I said.

We went downstairs. Clare still photographing the naked twins and me sporting 
a massive woody needing urgent treatment despite my experience with Jenny 
only a couple of hours before. The clothes weren’t ready, so Clare entertained 
them by getting them to do hand stands and headstands, seeing who could do 
the widest splits and generally arranging them in the most obscene positions she 
could think of while I took the photos. Soon, the washer/dryer clicked off, they 
were dressed and we sent them home with clean faces, bodies, clothes and 
looking forward to the next afternoon.

They had no sooner left, than Clare and I looked at each other and leapt into a 
passionate embrace. This love making was more lustful than the last. The twins 
had worked us up into a high pressure of steam which needed the relief valve 
blowing as soon as possible. We were naked in seconds flat, and fucking on the 
floor in a few more seconds. I had an idea, to give Clare a new experience. I got 
her to kneel over the coffee table, with a cushion beneath her. I came round 
behind her in the classic doggy position and recommenced our frantic fuck. I was 
going in long, deep, hard and fast. Clare came in about the third shove of my 
cock into her pussy. Her howl, more controlled this time told me where she was 
at. Her cunt muscles were contracting around my shaft as she pulsed and pulsed 
her spasmic orgasm I wasn’t long behind her in cuming. Those twins had turned 
me on in a way I hadn’t thought was possible. When I came, I fired spurt after 
spurt deep into my lovely Clare’s cunt and womb. We were lovers enjoying every 
minute of our love making and feeling the pleasure of it to the full. We now knew 
we could fuck each other anytime we wanted with her mother’s blessing, and we 
were certainly going to make the most of every occasion and those occasions 
we intended to be frequent. 


Chapter 11 - Tuesday

The following day, Alan was in the office, so I called in and gave him a run down 
on the previous day’s activities and call messages. I asked if he minded if I 
skipped off a little early that afternoon. 

“Take the afternoon off,” he said without hesitation, “you’ve earned it. We owe 
you loads of time off in lieu anyway.”

Next I checked the file, and e-mailed Dick the information on Sarah including 
birth date, address, insurance number and so on. Then I went down to speak to 
her. I entered without knocking. Sarah looked up at me. She had a frightened 
expression on her face. Her red rimmed eyes suggested she hadn’t had a lot of 
sleep.

“Good morning Sarah,” I smiled, “how are you today?”

“Alright I suppose,” came her halting reply, “What are you going to do to me?”

“Well, I think I may have some good news for you,” I said brightly, “I need you to 
take a couple of hours off work this afternoon. You may or may not know I have a 
hobby of photography. In fact even though I say this myself, I am good at it. I 
would like you to come along.”

“What sort of photos are you going to take of me, Bob?”

“No, no, not at all,” I continued, “I have been commissioned to do a photo shoot 
for a clothing company for their ad campaign. We have five models lined up for 
this afternoon. What I need though is an experienced hairdresser and make up 
artist. You used to do that work professionally didn’t you? Would you be 
interested in helping out? I would also pay you for your time. It would be fifty 
pounds for about a couple of hours work.”

The relief on her face was tangible, “Oh, er yes, yes of course. Where and when 
will you need me?” I gave her the details, suggesting she arrived about two 
o’clock to get set up.

I got home just after noon. I went through my cameras, making sure I had all the 
filters and tripods packed and that the batteries were fully charged. The memory 
sticks had all been downloaded to computer and cleared. I checked my e-mail 
and found a reply from Dick. He had done the background check on Sarah. 

The thrust of it read: “It would seem her husband had a lengthy criminal record in 
fraud. She was implicated in a case involving her employer a large beauticians 
in town called “Sandras”, a few years ago and was given a suspended sentence 
of five years. She then worked at the theatre where a major fraud took place. Her 
husband was now still serving a sentence as a result. However, no proof could 
be brought against Sarah, but the police knew she must have been involved. The 
theatre closed as a result through insufficient insurance. Following this, she could 
no longer find work in the beauty field and went into book keeping to earn money. 
A rumour in police circles suggested they suspected she may still be finding 
underhand ways of making money, as her bank income didn’t cross match her 
tax return very well.” That all made sense, and joined up a few dots as far as I 
was concerned.

The door bell rang and in came Sarah carrying a large case, with, I presume, her 
beautician kit.

“Ah hello Sarah, I’m glad you could make it. Are you looking forward to earning a 
little extra cash?”

“Yes, thank you Bob,” she replied, “I am quite looking forward to it. Like old 
times.”

“Oh you mean,” I said pointedly, “like when you worked at Sandras?” Her mouth 
dropped like she had been pole axed.

“What do you mean Bob, what do you know about that?” she stammered.

“Enough to know that following your little stunt at work yesterday, should the 
police find the evidence I hold, you would be serving your suspended five years, 
plus extra for the theft of confidential information from us, oh I’d say it would be 
seven or eight years don’t you?” She went pale, and was shaking slightly.

“What are you going to do Bob? You could have dobbed me in yesterday, but 
didn’t. What are you going to do?”

“Right,” I said, “this is the way it’s going to be. You and I are going into business 
together, in a sort of a way. The photographic business. Today, we are doing a 
commercial shoot for a clothing company in town. They need a full presentation 
for their new range of children’s underwear. Perfectly legitimate. For that we 
need the models looking fantastic, that’s where you come in. And you’ll get fifty 
pounds for your effort. With me so far?” I said. She nodded. “Right, I soon intend 
to expand my photographic work further, though. I intend to make money, a lot of 
money. What area of photographic work do you think would make most money?” 
I asked.

“Porn I suppose,” she looked perplexed.

“Maybe, but what type in particular, would you say?” I pushed.

“er children maybe?”

“Right in one. So would you like to join me in making a lot of money doing the 
work you like, working on a part time basis?” I asked.

“Oh that’s disgusting, I couldn’t get involved in anything like that, you pervert. How 
could you even consider doing such a thing?” she looked horrified.

“Oh it’s alright, Sarah, I haven’t started this venture yet, so I haven’t done anything 
illegal yet. We’d better forget the whole thing. Go back to the office and clear 
your desk, the police will be round later on,” I said brutally.

“Look,” she stuttered, “can I think this over?”

“You have until the end of today’s photo shoot. When the time comes, I am going 
to set up a trial run. I will get our models to pose naked for us for a few shots. 
When that time comes, I will tell you to do something. You will do exactly what I 
say, or all bets are off. Do you understand, exactly what I say, or expect to do five 
to eight years?” She nodded miserably.

“OK, the marketing manager for the client will be here in half an hour with the first 
of the models. She will brief us on what she needs, appearance and so on. You 
had better listen in to what she wants, so you have it clear.” The next thirty 
minutes was spent turning my lounge into a beauty salon. More kit came out of 
that case than I would have believed. 

Then the door bell rang. Liz came in, gave me a kiss, followed by Ellie who swept 
in and gave me a cuddle and a kiss. Liz in her business “power suit” looked most 
professional. I introduced Sarah and explained what she did.

“Right” said Liz, “we are introducing this new range to try and capture an area of 
the market neglected by most of the industry. Most underwear looks plain, white, 
comfortable and boring. Today’s young girl wants to be a fashion leader. She 
wants to be trendy. She wants to be sexy. She wants to be noticed. So our new 
range is aimed to cater for that. For this reason, we don’t just want front and back 
plain photos, although we also need those, we want interesting shots that show 
the clothing off. Make it look all the things the modern girl wants to wear. Make it 
fun. That’s the reason we used so many colours in the fabric. The same applies 
to their hair. Use your imagination. We aren’t selling hair style, but if these girls 
look dull, the whole photo and thus our clothes will too. Is that clear Sarah?”

“Yes,” she said, “I think I understand exactly what you need.”

“Good, well I’ll be off then, Bob. I have left the clothes in the hall. Each style is in 
several sizes, so you can make sure they fit right to whoever is wearing that set. 
Give me a call when you want me to collect Ellie,” breezed Liz.
 
“Don’t go out of your way, Liz, we go right passed your house, I will drop her off 
on the way back.” She thanked me gave me a kiss and was gone.

“The other girls will be here in a few minutes, Sarah, best you make a start on 
Ellie, and I will load the stuff into the car.” Sarah became business like, and with 
her experience in the theatre, it was clear she could do a very quick job. With five 
girls to do, she would need to be fast.

The next to arrive were Clare and Julie. They both leapt onto me, kissing and 
hugging, making Sarah look across at me with some concern. 

“These girls are my neighbours, Sarah,” I explained, “I have known them since 
they were babies.”

Soon, Ellie was finished, and Sarah started on Julie. Clare waved me across 
and asked if she and Ellie could go upstairs for a few minutes. 

“Of course,” I said, “carry on. I’m waiting for the twins to arrive. They should be 
here soon.”

About five minutes later the twins arrived and didn’t look too filthy, as I feared 
they might. I left them with Sarah, to go upstairs to see what the girls were up to. I 
was silent as I went up, curious, no one in the spare room, the bathroom door 
was open, so they must be in my room. Peering round the door, I was surprised 
to see Ellie was spread eagled on my bed, stark naked. Clare had her fingers in 
her pussy, rubbing her and caressing her. I darted into the spare room, grabbed 
a camera, was back in a moment and had several good shots before they 
noticed I was there.

“What are you two up to then?” I reasonably asked.

“Nothing really,” said Clare, “Ellie, as you know, has had a problem in bringing 
herself off. The only person who has managed it was you. I said I would give it a 
try to see if I could help.” She might have been discussing the weather.

“Well,” I asked, “how did you get on Ellie?”

“Not very well, Bob,” she looked disappointed, “Clare touched all the right spots, 
but she doesn’t have the magic your fingers had on Saturday. Would you do it 
again for me, please?” I glanced at Clare, she nodded.

“OK but we don’t have a lot of time.” I moved over to the bed. I sat on the edge, 
and patted for Clare to sit the other side of Ellie. I placed my hand on her lower 
belly. I felt a shiver as I moved my fingers in small circles. I massaged both her 
legs and upper thighs. Rolling her over, I did the same to her back, leg tops and 
that wonderful ample bottom. Moving her thighs apart I worked along her inner 
thighs, stopping just short of her pussy. Rolling her back over, I then spread her 
legs wide apart as only a gymnast can. I dipped my face between her thighs, and 
licked the full length of her pussy. This must have surprised her, for momentarily, 
she clamped her legs around my ears, but opened them again. I thought she was 
ready, so I massaged her mons. This mound which I had previously compared 
with Everest was just stunning. So firm and yet soft to the touch. I then ran my 
fingers over her outer slit, slowly working in. I felt slickness inside, and rubbed the 
full length of her cunt. She was beginning to breath deeper and quicker. I found 
the entrance to her vagina and pressed in a little, working in and out steadily. 
Soon, her hips started to buck and she moaned a little. My finger got to full depth. 
I then curled the end up a little seeking her G spot. At the same time, I rubbed her 
enormous and now stiff clit with the finger of my other hand. Very soon, she 
started to pant and I felt the throbbing of her spasm deep inside her cunt pulsing 
with little squeezes on my finger. 

She went over the top at that moment, but quietly “aaahhhaahh, nnnggghhhh, yes, 
oh fuck that’s nice, ngghhhh, haaaa.” 

Ellie calmed down after a moment. Clare, who I noticed had been massaging 
Ellie’s nipples, cuddled up to her special friend. I stood up to leave them in 
peace, but paused outside the door. 

I heard Clare ask, “Was that nice, Ellie?” 

“Oh yes, was that fantastic, or what. In less than five minutes he sent me to 
heaven and back. It seems no one else can do it. Clare, would you mind asking if 
he would fuck me?” was the reply. I decided some things are best ‘unheard’, so I 
carried on downstairs, intercepting Julie on the way. She had come to say Sarah 
had done the twins and was ready for Clare. I called up and passed the 
message on.

Twenty minutes later, we were off. I and five girls were squeezed into my car 
while Sarah followed on behind. The car park near the lake was deserted. Not 
surprising really on a weekday late afternoon. The light was going to be perfect. 
We shared the carrying of all the equipment and clothing, and went round to the 
same spot we had picnicked at on Saturday. Quickly, I set up my tripods and 
cameras at various heights and angles. I had a good compact outdoor lighting 
unit to give the right skin tone. Sarah used a light brush and some powder stuff 
and was giving the girls’ faces a final dusting. In fairness to Sarah, she did a 
great job. We were ready to go.  

We opened the box of underwear. I was surprised by what was there. Each style 
came in several colours. Some had crop tops, others bras. The bras were 
revealing in that some were just see through lace, others were cup shaped, to 
show off the nipples. Likewise, the panties, were all sheer lace or coloured see 
through materials in black and red and many other coloured combinations. Some 
were thongs. One pair even had an open crotch. Photographing those in a legal 
way would be interesting. These could be mixed and matched. This was going to 
be a long shoot. The permutations were endless. I decided that where possible, 
we would have the same style on two or even three girls in the same photo 
together, posing differently. I also wanted to picture them individually. It was 
useful having the twins there, because it meant I could do, for example, front and 
back shots at the same time.

 I told Sarah to organise what the girls would wear next, so as they came off set, 
they could change straight into the next rig out. This went well. Each set was 
photographed in the traditional ways, front, back, side, then various poses and 
simple positions. Being conscious of our instructions, I got them to do various 
gymnastic stuff, so there were cartwheels, handstands, jumps and so on. I took 
the liberty of getting some spread legged crotch shots for my own pleasure. 
These girls were having a ball. 

After about an hour and a half, we were through. I must have snapped a couple of 
thousand shots. We had what we had come for. I passed round a bottle of fizzy 
pop.

“OK girls, well done,” I praised, “shall we have a few fun shots now?” The girls 
had worked hard, and deserved a little “Time off”. “OK, take the underwear off, 
but before you get dressed, lets have a few of you all together in the altogether.” 
They thought this a great joke. Sarah was looking anxious. 

I leaned over to her and asked, “have you decided what you’re going to do?”

“Do I have any choice?” she asked tartly.

“Oh yes, you can go home now. You’ll get your fifty pounds and a call from the 
police. Or, you can stay here, join my team, shortly you’ll have the chance to show 
me you are a committed and willing participant. Then you can enjoy yourself and 
look forward to earning big money. What’s it to be, willingly in or out now?”

“OK, you win, Bob. I’m in. Actually to be honest it’s taken a load off my mind, as 
now I can see a way out of my financial problems, and I have enjoyed this 
afternoon.” She gave me a smile. 

The girls were now all nude. I got them to do roly poly, headstands, handstands, 
splits and various other positions, but all together with the five of them in shot. 
They were giggling as they went and even suggested poses I hadn’t thought of. I 
signalled Sarah over. 

“OK your turn now,” I said quietly so only she heard, “take all your clothes off.” 
She actually smiled at me, as she started to strip off.

“Now girls,” I instructed, “have you ever heard of a ‘stack of crack’?” Five shaking 
heads. “OK what we do is this, who’s the biggest? Oh it’s Ellie, right, come over 
here, lie face down on the blanket. That’s it. Now spread your legs wide apart. 
Good, now who is next biggest. Pussycat, you lie exactly on top of Ellie, like you 
are stuck together with your pussy immediately above hers. I looked across, 
Sarah was down to her underwear. Interestingly, I noticed she had a wet patch on 
her panties. 

“Next, the twins, yes same again, lie on top of Clare, and you Zoe or Abi and 
finally Julie. Make sure all your legs are lined up one above the other. That’s 
great.” I instructed.

I went around the stack and took photos as quick as possible, conscious that 
Ellie was taking a lot of weight at the bottom of the pile. I then made sure I had 
really good pictures of their pussies all lined up one above the other. This was 
the classic ‘stack of crack’. I now waved Sarah over, who it must be said had a 
nice figure. Ten days ago I would have willingly fucked her given the chance. She 
had shaved herself, which I thought added to what was to come.

“What I want you to do Sarah is stand over the girls, with one leg either side, 
facing their feet. Yes that’s it. Now spread your feet as far apart as you can 
without actually sitting on Julie, good. Now pull your pussy lips apart and show 
the inside of your cunt to the camera, excellent that’s it hold it.” Snap, snap, snap. 
Moving behind her I said “Bend over as far as you can, and hold your arse open 
so I can see inside your hole. Good.” Snap, snap.

“Now turn around Sarah, face the other way, but same position as before, yes, 
hold your cunt open again, good, girls, can you all look up and smile at the 
camera? Great.” Snap, snap, snap. I moved again round to the feet of the stack 
“Finally, Sarah, bend forward again and pull your arse and cunt wide open so I 
can see right inside, and now look over your shoulder and smile into the camera, 
good, that’s a stack of six cracks. All done, that’s a wrap, get dressed, let’s go 
home.”

We packed up the equipment while the girls dressed. Sarah wanted to know 
where things now stood between us.

“When I need to do some photographic shoots, I will call you and you can do the 
hair and make up. I may have some, one or two model shoots soon. Good job 
today, by the way. In the meantime, make sure your work in the office is squeaky 
clean. You don’t know it, but the Dragon is prowling around you already. It was 
lucky I caught you not her. I mean it make sure she doesn’t see you doing 
something you shouldn’t. Now, after today’s shoot, how would you like payment, I 
don’t mean bank or cash, it will be cash, I mean do you want a fixed hourly rate or 
five percent of the take?”

She thought for a moment “I’ll take the five percent. I have a feeling in the long 
term I will be better off.”

“How do you feel about what we are doing,” I asked, “I mean with young girls?”

“Earlier I was revolted by the idea, but as the afternoon went by, I came to enjoy it 
and at the end, I was quite turned on by it. So yes, you can count me in.” She 
looked at me and gave a shy smile.

“I noticed you were enjoying it. Did you know your cunt dribbled onto Julie’s 
bottom?”

“Oh god, It didn’t, did It? How embarrassing,” she blushed crimson. “Well it looks 
like I’m willingly on the team then. By the way Bob, is it possible you could come 
round and scratch an itch for me later tonight?” she asked.

“Sorry Sarah, apart from commitments elsewhere, your relationship with me must 
stay entirely business like,” I stated.

Sarah headed off home a much happier person than when she arrived. We in the 
meantime drove down to Liz’s house. 

Liz came out and waved us in. “As none of you have eaten since lunch, I have just 
ordered pizza for everyone. It will be here in a few minutes. I have called Jenny 
and asked her to tell the twins’ mum what’s happening. By the way, how did it 
go?” she asked.

“Really great,” I replied, “In fact I hope we have got some of the best work I have 
ever done. If you have a memory stick handy, I will drop the pictures onto it and 
you’ll have them in the morning. Your office is just around the corner from mine.” 
She rummaged in a drawer and found the stick.

The girls were planted in front of a DVD, given some pop and were chatting and 
giggling as young girls do. Liz meantime waved me through to the kitchen.

“I’m glad we have a chance to chat Bob,” she said, running a finger down my shirt 
front, there was something I wanted to ask you.”

“Sure Liz, what did you have in mind?” I asked anxiously.

“Well, Bob, would you have any problem in having a little arrangement with me, 
similar to the one you have just made with Jenny?” My jaw dropped onto my 
chest. I must have looked a picture, as she giggled at me.

“Don’t be so surprised Bob. You know Jenny and I are very close. You saw that 
yourself at your party, although you weren’t meant to, it’s a secret we’ve 
managed to keep for  fifteen years. Anyway, we tell each other everything, we 
also do many things for each other. We are closer than most sisters.” 

My head was in my hands. My world was closing in on me. “Oh Liz, what do you 
already know?”

“Well, Jenny has filled me in, in that you and she are going to have a nice no 
holds barred half hour fucking session every Monday night. In return, she tells me 
she will keep quiet about, and accept that, you have been fucking Clare. She will 
also allow Clare to come round to your house any time you and she want so you 
can carry on fucking her. I think that’s about it.”

“Oh god, what is there to know you don’t already know? OK, Liz, so what would 
your proposed arrangement with me amount to?” I asked pensively.

 “Well, Wednesday nights are good for me. Are you free Wednesdays?” She 
smiled. She was playing with me. She was enjoying my discomfort.

“And the arrangement,” I asked, “what were you proposing?” 

She looked at me and thought for a moment “I understand that Clare has to be 
present if you fuck anyone other than her. Well, I don’t have any say in that, but it 
got me thinking, if Clare was present, why not Ellie. Not only that, as she is 
coming up to that awkward age, I would rather her introduction to fucking were 
with someone experienced and caring, like you, than some spotty Herbert at 
school behind the bike sheds. So as long as she wants to, she can come round 
to your house anytime, providing Clare is there. Whether or not you fuck her is up 
to you, Ellie, and I suppose Clare. How does that sound?”

I was stunned. It sounded to me that Jenny and Liz had cooked up this whole 
scheme some time ago. They had tempted and subsequently entrapped me. 
Having hooked me, they had played the rod and line like great anglers and finally 
reeled me in hook, line and sinker. They knew what was going to happen to me 
long before I had even met Ellie and Liz.

“Just one thing, Liz,” I asked, “why would you want Clare and Ellie there at all?”

She looked at me as if weighing me up. “Well, I know all about your little dark 
secrets, so I will confess to one of my own. Jenny and I not only like to play with 
each other from time to time as a change from the real thing, but we also like little 
girls. That may surprise you. We don’t get the chance to act on it very often. It’s 
one of the reasons I went for my job selling little girls clothing. So the idea of a 
four way fuck with little girls involved is my idea of a dream come true.”

“Right,” continued Liz, “tomorrow is Wednesday, what time would you like me to 
come round? Oh and just so I know what I’m getting…” she reached over and 
pushed her hand down the waist of my shorts and soon found my half erect 
member. She also found a large amount of pre-cum, accumulated through the 
afternoon. 

“Aha, what have we been up to down here then? Have we been thinking naughty 
thoughts while looking at scantily clad little girls?” My cock betrayed me and was 
by now as stiff as flag pole.

“Hmm, yes that will do nicely,” was her conclusion. 

We drove home. I had left the box of underwear with Liz, and asked her what 
time she would be in her office. I arranged an early drop off time, to allow me to 
get back to work in time. The twins walked over the road and had to let 
themselves in, as it seemed their mother was out. I asked Clare if she would like 
to stay with me for a cuddle and chat. But first I would take Julie home.

Jenny opened the door. She had a warmer than usual smile on her face. She 
asked Julie if she enjoyed it and listened to some of her chatter, before ushering 
her into the lounge.

“I understand it all went well then Bob,” she said, “Liz tells me you were pleased 
with the results.” 

I looked sideways at her “What else did she tell you?”

“Oh only enough that you are going to have to explain some things to Clare, so 
she may be an hour or so before she comes back in. Oh and one other thing.”

“Hmm, what’s that?” I asked, wondering what bombshell would hit me next.

“Well, perhaps it’s a little unfair to ask you to do two different half hour sessions a 
week on top of your obligations with Clare,” great, I thought. they’re going to 
make it fortnightly “no,” she continued, “I think it would be best if we all came 
round each Wednesday for an hour.” 

“Oh god,” I thought, “just when I thought it couldn’t get more complicated, it does.”

I went in to my home and found Clare thumbing through the channels on TV. 

She leapt up from her chair and gave me a huge hug. “Bob, what’s on your mind, 
I can see you have something worrying you.”

“I don’t know how to put it all to you, Pussycat,” I mused, “It’s so involved.”

“I know, I can see it in your face,” she said, “let’s go to bed and we can talk about 
it there.” 

Within five minutes, we were naked in my bed cuddling up to each other. She 
had taken hold of my cock, and sneaked under the covers to give me a long 
powerful suck into her mouth. After a minute, she re-appeared, climbed over to 
straddle me and lowered herself onto my cock. She was still tight enough that 
she had to work the pre-cum well into herself before it popped in. A few thrusts 
and wriggles, and she got herself fully over me. 

She then lay there and said, “OK tell me all about it.” 

“Well,” I started, “As you know your mum coerced me into giving her a regular 
fuck. I’m not complaining, she is a jolly good fuck. Not as good as you though.” I 
got a sharp thump in the ribs for that.  

I briefly explained how, unbeknown to us, all along, there had been a connivance 
between Jenny and Liz, that the whole plan was broader and deeper than a half 
hour fuck with Jenny and me on Monday night, but instead included Ellie and Liz. 
Clare suddenly started to move up and down my cock. She paused and used her 
cunt muscles to squeeze me a couple of times, and moved up and down again, 
before stopping and indicated for me to continue. 

“Where was I, oh yes, I was fucking your mother, her best mate and her daughter 
at the same time as you.” Another thump in the chest. 

“Well, it would seem that Liz fancies getting between your legs, and your mum 
would like to do the same to Ellie.” Another sharp clamp over my cock told me 
how Clare had taken that last comment. “However, they are both keen to have 
me fuck each of them as well. It would seem they swing both ways and not only 
want to have a little girl pedo fling, but to combine it with a proper fuck at the 
same time. What do you think?”

Clare started to move up and down my cock in earnest. Her breathing became 
ragged and she speeded up. Finally she climbed up into her favourite squatting 
position and started leaping up and down my shaft as fast as she could manage, 
which for a fit gymnast was very fast. Her pulsing virgina, wolf howl and brief 
frozen movement, followed by a slower deep thrusting motion  told me volumes.  
Her breathing slowly calmed and she lowered herself, and cuddled into my chest.

“Do you know,” she finally said, “I think what you have just told me sounds like 
one of the sexiest things I have ever heard. I could cum and cum just thinking 
about it.”

I looked down at her. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’, then,” earning another thump in my 
now bruised ribs.

“It’s been a long hard day, looking at too many young pre teen pussies,” I 
yawned, “is there anything you can do for an old man to settle down his hard on 
before he falls asleep?” Another thump, but Clare looked into my eyes, and 
started that slow rhythm I was becoming fond of and familiar with. 

“Bob, I have something to ask you,” She whispered.

“What is it Pussycat?” I half expected what followed.

“Well you know Ellie is my best friend? And you know how you’re the only one 
who can make her cum? She asked me to ask you if you would do her the 
honour of fucking her?” After that, it didn’t take long to reach my zenith with the 
glorious feeling of thrusting into this nearly ten year old angel and coming in pulse 
after pulse deep into her immature body.

Chapter 12 - Wednesday

I must have fallen asleep, for when I woke, it was dawn and I was alone. I was up, 
washed shaved and eaten in twenty minutes. I called round to Jenny’s and asked 
if she could spare a minute.

“Yes,” she said, “Dick has gone into work early today, the girls are just having 
breakfast.” We went round to my kitchen, I poured coffee and we sat at the 
breakfast bar.

“I had a chat with Clare last night about what you proposed.” I started.

“Yes, I know,” she grinned, “I heard her wail through the wall. I must teach her how 
to keep the volume down.” This was getting surreal I thought.

“Anyway, we decided to go ahead with your idea. Goodness only knows if my 
bed is big enough or will take the punishment! Anyway, I am around tonight if that 
suits you. Shall we say six o’clock, followed by dinner at yours? By the way, are 
there any house rules, any dos and don’ts?”

“What?” she looked at me askance, “There is going to be five in a bed, including 
two underage girls, how can there be any rules?” 

On the way to Liz’s office that morning, I thought back over the past week. Was it 
only seven days ago that I had been under my car and seen Clare’s spread inner 
thighs and camel toe for the first time? It seemed more like a lifetime.

I arrived about ten minutes early, but she was already there. I handed over the 
memory stick. I explained that as I wasn’t sure where their company drew the line 
between acceptable and unacceptable poses when it came to their products, I 
had included ones that were probably the wrong side of the line, so they would 
need to select from a broad choice. As I now knew Liz would be discreet, I had 
copied her everything except the nude poses. They were after all for my own use. 
I mentioned that she was welcome to call round at six that evening, but she 
smiled back and said that Jenny had already called and filled her in on all the 
details.

Getting into my own office, I was nearly an hour early, so cleared my e-mails and 
other routine things. I wondered down to see if Sarah was in yet. She was and 
looked bright and breezy. A lot better than she had done twenty four hours 
earlier. I handed her the fifty pounds she was owed for a job well done. She was 
surprised when I then handed her an envelope. She tipped it up and another fifty 
fell out. 

“Call it a bonus. Carry on doing work like you did yesterday, and you will soon be 
making big money,” I said seriously. As I was leaving her office, I paused, as she 
pulled out the other contents of the envelope. They were A4 prints of all the ‘stack 
of crack’ photos showing that Sarah, was not only in the group participating, but 
very much enjoying herself from her expression, standing over five prepubescent 
girls, holding her own cunt wide open for the world to see, and the world could 
clearly see the pool of pearlescent fluid running from her cunt on to Julie.

“I just thought you might like those as a keepsake.” I wasn’t sure how she would 
react seeing the prints. She had at the end of the day been blackmailed into 
doing the job. 

So I was a little surprised when she smiled and thumbed through them several 
times before putting them safely away in the envelope and then looked up at me, 
still smiling and said, “Thank you, Bob, thank you for everything.” I quietly closed 
her door and whistled as I walked back down the corridor.

I called into the design office. Doug, one of the more experienced designers was 
there. I wandered over to him. “Have you got a minute Doug? I appreciate it’s not 
half past eight yet.”

“No problem Bob, what’s on your mind?”

“Well we have a client, who wishes to remain anonymous. I think they are in the 
surveillance world. Anyway, would it be possible to make up a circuit that can be 
used to enhance cryptic files? What they want is to be able to encrypt files of any 
type, then the decrypt would only work if this circuit was plugged into the USB 
slot. Without the device, the file would be impossible to open and the same 
without the decrypt code. Each circuit would need to be unique, so that only the 
right unique decrypt code would work with each circuit. The initial order would be 
for one thousand, but They are talking about regular repeat orders.” 

Doug sucked his pencil for a moment, smiled and said “I don’t see any problem 
in this at all Bob, In fact I reckon it would be easy to do. We could also pack each 
of them into an ADSL filter case. They are about the right size.” I left Doug to 
think that one through.
  
The evening run home that night seemed to take longer than the ten minutes in 
reality. The kids were all playing in the street as usual. Clare spotted me and was 
in through her own front door before I had parked in my drive. I noticed that Liz’s 
car was parked in the Nolan’s drive already. I went in, and decided that I would 
set up the gin and tonics in preparation. The door knocked, and I answered it to 
Liz.

“Hi Bob, as I was early, I thought I would just pop round to have a quick word 
about the photo shoot results. They are sensational. I selected the shots for each 
of the different designs and colours and put them to the board this afternoon. I 
have been instructed to give you a bonus.” She smiled at my expression, “no, not 
the one you’ll get in a few minutes time dummy, but this.” She handed me an 
envelope, containing a thousand pounds cash. My eyebrows went skywards. 

“No photographer has ever done the ranges justice before. So when this new 
range came out we really wanted to get it right, and you did, and in the urgent 
time frame we needed. These are the ones we selected.” She pushed across a 
large selection of thumbnail prints. Many of the pictures were of the gymnastic 
poses, with the girls jumping in the air with legs spread, or doing cartwheels. 
They were certainly sexy. Whether they were legal was for them to decide.

“Now, there was something else I wanted to put by you.” She paused and looked 
down the hall ensuring we were alone. “My company use many models for our 
products. The only reason on this occasion we had to use the girls here was 
because of the time scale. Having said that the results were fantastic. No, what I 
was going to say is that we get many requests for additional work from young girl 
models. They are usually pushed by their mothers, but that is another story. Well 
As you know, I am interested, shall we say, in young girls and in particular naked 
ones, so I have discreetly followed up on some of the résumés we have been 
sent. After a little probing into a selection of the models’ backgrounds, I have 
been given some interesting offers. I was amazed at just how many very young 
girls are out there, willing to model naked for quite modest fees. I even know of 
several, who would be willing to undertake live show work as well even as young 
as seven. I can see from the bulge in your trousers I have your attention.” 

I coughed and said “Yes, It is at attention, er I mean you have my attention.”

“Good, now what we need is firstly a website we can host, but then a security 
method, unbreakable, to ensure no casual visitor stumbles on what they 
shouldn’t. This would be an invitation only site. Are you interested, and do you 
think we can get Dick to design the site?”

I blinked. “It’s interesting, as I was having thoughts on a parallel line anyway. As 
to whether Dick could do the site, yes, with his eyes closed. As to whether he can 
be trusted to keep his mouth shut, now that’s one to put to Jenny. As for the 
security, I think I have that cracked one hundred percent.”

“OK,” she said, let me have a word with Jenny about Dick We’ll leave that 
question open. Would your hairdresser/beautician be available and discreet?” 
For an answer, I took Liz across to my computer. I brought up the file for last 
night’s shoot. Dropping to the end of the thumbnails, I selected the “stack of 
crack” shots.

“That’s our hairdresser. What do you think?”

“She’ll do nicely. Now what are these other pictures doing here. My god, let me 
see. Fuck but these are good. I think I’m going to cum any second at this rate. 
Show me more. If these are samples of the pictures you can take, we’re going to 
make millions.” Liz spent the next ten minutes browsing the photos I had taken 
over the previous week. She moaned at the twins’ pictures in the bath and 
lounge. 

She raised her eyebrows when she came across her friend Jenny astride me on 
Monday night. “This one, I assume, was taken by Clare?” I nodded. Just then 
there was a hammering on the door and as we switched off the computer, the 
room filled with Jenny, Ellie and Clare.

“Who’s for a little drinkies?” I said raising one of the gins. These were handed 
round. “What would you like girls?”

“One of those please,” said Clare pointing at the gin, “if I’m old enough to fuck, 
I’m old enough to have a tipple.” She had a point. After a quick silent debate with 
Jenny and Liz, I poured the girls each a small gin with a large volume of 
lemonade on top. This seemed to placate everyone.

We went over to the settee. I in the middle, with Liz one side and Jenny the other. 
Ellie came and sat on Jenny’s lap and Clare did the same on Liz. We chatted 
and enjoyed our drinks. Soon we were cuddling and kissing. Hands started to 
wander and one by one garments dropped to the floor. Eventually, I suggested 
we move upstairs. We arrived in a few seconds, having left a trail of the 
remaining clothes along the way.

“Right,” I said, “as this is Liz’s night, perhaps she should have the choice of what 
we do first.” 

Liz looked around and blinked as she licked her lips. “Right, what I would really 
like to try is to lick Clare out while Bob takes me from behind doggy style.” 

I looked at Clare enquiringly. She nodded and hopped to the top of the bed on 
one side, partly sitting up with a pillow behind her, recumbent, with her legs apart 
and knees bent. Her cunt was already wet with anticipation. 

Just before  Liz moved onto the bed between Clare’s thighs, she then looked at 
Jenny and said “What I would also love, Jenny is for you to show my Ellie how to 
do a proper sixty nine.” Jenny smiled, nodded and took Ellie by the hand. Jenny 
lay on the bed beside Clare, but lower down, resting her head on the other pillow. 
Just as Liz moved in between Clare’s knees, so too Ellie climbed on top of 
Jenny, facing down the bed placing her legs either side, to straddle her mum’s 
friend, ready to go. I saw Ellie’s uncertainty, so gently showed her, by prising 
apart Jenny’s cunt lips, and pointed out to her where to lick and how to open up 
her cunt while doing so. Finally, I climbed onto the end of the bed. Liz was by now 
dipping into the lovely cunt of my Pussycat. I felt a tinge of envy, but then looked 
at the inviting arse and pussy on display to me, to fuck as I wished, my guilty 
feelings evaporated. Some moaning was already coming up from Jenny, Ellie 
and Clare all getting a “taste” of and for cunnilingus.  

I knelt behind Liz, and positioned my cock towards her virgina entry. I rubbed my 
cock up and down a little and as usual, pulled my skin back just enough to 
release my reservoir of pre-come. I pushed into her entry and pressed slowly in. I 
looked up over Liz’s back and looked into Clare’s eyes. She was looking back at 
me. This was as if we were making love only to each other, as if Liz wasn’t even 
there.  

Just then a muffled “Get the fuck on with it. I want that cock slamming into me.” 

I obliged, and sank into Liz’s cunt to the full depth in one movement. Her cunt 
interior felt tight and in particular every time she clenched her muscles, it 
clamped my cock very hard. I had been given my instructions. I immediately 
started to slam into her. I gave her all I had. Out (nearly), slam in with a loud slap 
of my balls and thighs against her meaty bum and thighs, out, in, slap, out, in, 
slap. I got harder and faster. The slapping got quite loud. Liz was mashing into 
Clare’s pussy every time I slammed into her cunt. I was a little worried that Clare 
might get bruised. Then I saw the expression. In her face, it was as if it was me 
doing this to her. She was loving it.

Just then, things went up a level and became incredibly sexy but very funny at the 
same time. Liz started to come. She moaned and in so doing blew air deep into 
Clare’s cunt. As the air came out again, the noise it made sounded like a loud 
fart. Again and again this happened. Moan fart, moan, fart. I grinned. I was trying 
very hard to stop myself laughing. Clare caught my eye and giggled silently when 
she saw my expression. However, Clare wasn’t far off herself, and that, all too 
familiar, wail erupted from her, as she screwed up her eyes, howled and squirted 
directly into Liz’s mouth. This sent Liz really over the top and the moaning and 
farting of Clare’s pussy reached a crescendo.

Meanwhile, on hearing what had happened the other side of the bed, Jenny 
reached her peak. Her howl as it hit top note would have made Lassie jealous. 
She lasted several seconds, took another breath and howled again. Clearly a 
sixty nine with Ellie was much to her liking or is that licking. 
After a minute or two, quiet reigned except for the panting as everyone caught 
their breaths.

“Fuck me but was that good?” puffed Liz, “that was worth all the wait and 
planning.”

I pulled away from Liz, and sat on my haunches. “OK, it is Jenny’s turn to decide 
what happens next. Jenny what do you fancy?”

She looked pointedly at my cock and said “I don’t give a fuck, as long as I get 
that inside me again as soon as possible.” We all laughed.

“What I would like,” she uttered, as if choosing a meal from a menu, “is to lie on 
my back while Bob fucks me missionary style. While he does that, I want my best 
friend, Liz to squat over me, so I can eat her out and taste Bob in her at the same 
time.”

“What about the girls?” I asked.

“They can choose to do something together, or watch us, whatever suits them,” 
she sighed “as long as I get shagged hard I couldn’t give a shit.” We all laughed 
again.

We took up our positions and as if the start gun had been fired, we were off. I 
mounted Jenny, entered her in one movement to full depth. I only paused a 
second, withdrew and plunged in again. I picked up the pace. Faster, harder, 
deeper. As my head moved forward, it rammed into Liz’s mons causing a little 
puff of breath from her. As a result all our breathing and motions became 
coordinated. It wasn’t long before I heard the rhythmic hum coming up, followed 
by a long low howl and a series of tight pulsating clamping grips on my cock. 
Jenny was cuming hard. Her friend Liz was mow riding the bucking bronco, 
waving a hand in the air, grunting and moaning as if her life depended on it. I had 
another funny thought, we had the Lone Ranger and Lassie here.

While things were reaching their peak, I glanced across at Clare and Ellie. They 
were enjoying a simple cuddle. Each had their hand between the other’s thighs, 
massaging in a quiet, gentle, pleasurable way.

I glanced at the bedside clock. An hour had passed. It seemed like seconds. The 
ladies were lying side by side in a long hug, gently kissing and stroking each 
other’s hair.

“Well, we had better go and leave you in peace, Bob,” said Jenny finally, “time is 
up after all and dinner will be ready soon.”

“Not so fast Mummy,” replied Clare, “I have a little announcement to make.” 
Everyone looked expectantly at the nine year old. “Well, you have all had your fun 
now, but you may or may not have noticed that Ellie hasn’t cum yet. Ellie has 
been having a problem over the last year or so bringing herself off. In fact she 
has never been able to.” I looked over at Ellie, who was blushing a little. 

“You never told me darling,” interrupted Liz. 

“Well,” continued Clare,  “as you know, she is my best friend and even I haven’t 
been able to help her, and I have tried many times. Then this last week, we found 
that Bob has the magic touch; and twice he has brought her off in a matter of 
seconds.” 

“So what’s your point darling?” asked Jenny.

“I’m coming to that. As you know, Ellie will be ten on Monday next week, and my 
birthday is this Saturday. I have decided that I would like to give Ellie an early 
birthday present. She asked me for this especially, so I know she will like it. I 
have asked Bob, and he has agreed too. Bob is going to be Ellie’s first. Bob is 
going to fuck Ellie.” Clare’s speech ended. We looked at each other, not sure 
what to say.

“Are you sure about this?” asked Liz looking at her daughter “I mean it’s a big 
thing.”

“Oh Mummy, yes I am certain. I know Bob will be gentle and kind and make me 
feel as it should,” replied Ellie, looking across at me.

“I expect to be on overtime rates,” I quipped, taking the tension away. “Come 
here darling let’s have a cuddle and see how things turn out.” Ellie shuffled 
across the bed towards me. Clare, Jenny and Liz moved off, kneeling around the 
edges of the bed. I caressed Ellie’s face, and kissed her lips. They opened and 
my tongue went in search of hers. She took a sharp intake of breath, and put her 
hand behind my head and pulled our faces hard together. I reached behind her 
and massaged her shoulders, back hips and outer thighs in one long lingering 
movement and started back up again. On the second pass, my hands ran around 
then massaged her wonderful firm, ample bottom. Her breathing by now had 
quickened. I pushed my fingers inside the crack of her arse and found her hole. I 
pushed in just a little. 

Rolling onto my back, I pulled Ellie up, so we were now both facing upwards, with 
Ellie on top. Reaching around, I gently fondled her conical breasts, which were 
now as hard as iron. Giving them full attention for a few minutes, I was aware her 
breathing was now more of a pant. I ran my hands down her tummy. I massaged 
her smoothest of smooth, Everest like mound with both hands, rotating in 
opposite directions. Finally, I ran my fingers through her slot, gently massaging 
her everywhere. My cock, was erect and sticking up between her legs an inch or 
two below her pussy. I grasped it, and bent it up and placed the end into her 
pussy lips. I smeared, a large amount of pre-cum onto her cunt and into the 
recess below. I was now able to massage into her pussy with a lovely slickness. 
My finger found her virgina entrance in a second, and pushed inside. I started to 
move in and out of her slowly at first, moving just a little further in each time. The 
fingers of my other hand meantime had found her large clit and were massaging 
her in the most sensual way I could. I was suddenly aware that she was starting to 
cum, when her bottom bent downwards pushing into my belly. Simultaneously, I 
felt her cunt grip my finger deep inside her and release it, grip it and release it in 
the fast pulse of her orgasmic climax. I couldn’t see her face, but I could feel 
every shake of her ample body, feel the pulsations from within on my finger and 
her moans of ecstasy as she rode the wave of the third orgasm of her ten year 
life.

I looked down the bed while Ellie slowly calmed down. Clare, Liz and Jenny were 
all mesmerised, with jaws open and eyes popping. I noticed they all had hands 
moving up and down in complimentary motions. 

Clare had a camera in her hand and a grin on her mouth as she asked “Did you 
enjoy that Ellie?”

Ellie came to after a minute or so. “That was absolutely fucking brilliant. Why 
can’t I do that to myself? I will just have to live with Bob!” We all laughed.

“Are you ready poppet for the real thing then?” I whispered into her ear. 

“I have never been more ready for anything in my life,” she said, as she climbed 
off, then in one movement lifted her leg over and straddled my body, her pussy 
just above my cock. I wondered if she had been given some tips by Clare.

“Now take all the time in the world, poppet. I haven’t cum yet myself. When I do, 
would you like it inside you?” I asked.

“Fuck yes” was the simple answer. I reached between her thighs. She lifted 
slightly to grant me access. Grasping my very hard cock, I rubbed it along her slit 
several times and pressing between her lips, found her entrance. I paused, then 
started some gentle slow rocking movements to open her up without hurting her. I 
was surprised, when my cock head popped in almost without  warning. She 
gasped, but the next movement was from Ellie. She started a gentle rocking 
movement of her own. My cock slipped further  and further into her exquisite 
pussy. I was being squeezed by a wonderful silken vice which moved and pulsed 
with a life unknown. Ellie speeded up further. Her breathing got deeper and 
faster her hips were pounding away. My cock hit her cervix, just as my pubis 
ground into her hairless Everestic mound. She gave out a squeak, but continued 
the movements. As if by instinct or perhaps suggested by Clare, and being the fit 
gymnast she was, she lifted her knees up and placed her feet either side of my 
hips. Then she pressed her hands against my chest and lifted herself up. Now 
she started the squats movement in earnest. She pounded up and down, up and 
down, going faster and deeper, slapping her cunt against my cock base each 
time she dropped. I sensed she was reaching the pinnacle. Her eyes were 
screwed up in concentration on feeling every movement and pleasurable 
sensation of the friction from deep inside her immature virgina. The timing was 
good, as I could also feel the familiar tingle in my balls and cock head telling me I 
was close.

“I am going to cum in you an a moment, Poppet,” I uttered between gasps, “are 
you ready?”

“Yessssssss, I’m cuming,” Ellie hissed, “I’m cuminggggggg, nnggghhhhhhh, 
ahhhhhhhhhh, oh fuckkkk this is goooooood.” 

Just then my orgasm exploded deep inside Ellie, splashing her womb and 
virgina walls. “Ahhhhhhhhh, shit she’s so tight, she feels sooo good, ahhhhh, 
yesss,” I moaned.

I was vaguely aware there was a round of applause in the distance. It would 
seem I had not only been Ellie’s first, but all present including the nine year old’s 
mother thought it to be a resoundingly good thing. I lay still until Ellie was ready to 
stir. She rolled off and lay beside me cuddling into my chest. She looked down 
the bed to her friend and mouthed at Clare a silent “thank you”, and was 
rewarded with a beaming smile.

Ten minutes later, we were getting ourselves sorted out. I took a few minutes to 
assemble the trail of clothes leading though the house. Liz came over to me.

“I truly didn’t know Ellie had had a problem cuming. Thank you Bob for being so 
sensitive about it and helping her get through it. She now knows she is perfectly 
normal, It just needs a particular key to open that door.” I smiled at her analogy. 
We all trooped next door, where I think the dinner Jenny had prepared was 
getting a little overdone. 

I took the opportunity of whispering into Clare’s ear, “No one compares with you 
my darling Pussycat. Tonight I want you in my bed all night just the two of us, 
loving, making love or just being in love, I don’t care, I just want you.” She gave 
me the biggest squeeze and hug. We sat down to eat.

Epilogue

The next few days, weeks and months flew past in a blur of work and a lot of play. 
That Saturday, Clare’s birthday, was a party to remember. As far as I was 
concerned, this was Clare’s coming of age party. She loved the camera I gave to 
her as a present. It had taken all my bonus cash from the photo shoot to buy it. 
Clare had all her friends over, mostly from school. I had been invited as guest of 
honour. There was the usual cake, sandwiches, balloons and party games. She 
took all the girls upstairs at one point and they returned a few minutes later. It 
turned out she had borrowed the box of underwear from Liz and got them all to try 
them on. Coming down, she then arranged the activities to reveal as much to me, 
Liz and Jenny as she could. The day ended with a very long, all night love making 
session with no frenzied sex, just love making.

Likewise, Ellie’s party a few days later was celebrated on the following Saturday. 
There was only one present I was able to give which she needed. Clare took her 
and me upstairs a couple of times and made sure she came enough to satisfy 
her, before I fucked her into a dreamy comatosed state, leaving her with a large 
smile on her face and a stream of cum down her ample crack into her bum. 

Our web site was eventually put together. The device Doug put together was 
stunning. It not only double encrypted files, needing a one use only decode, he 
also built in an IP address scrambler. Quite how it worked I do not know, but it 
could fool any snooping computer into thinking it was another one somewhere 
else. Dick put the software together in a few days. Liz had a diary of dates 
booked with models and I was kept busy with the photo shoots in my studio 
upstairs as well as outdoor scenes when possible. These were always attended 
by, Clare to make sure I behaved, rewarded later with a ‘frantic’ fuck, and Sarah, 
who, it would seem was getting a taste for young girls, and sometimes was more 
helpful than necessary when it came to ‘handling the models’.

My trip to Sweden was useful not just for work, but for a meeting I had there by 
accident. There was a conference of international bankers on in the hotel I stayed 
in. I talked to a Swiss currency dealer, called Hans, in the bar. The conversation 
resulted in him giving me many ideas on how to set up accounts which were 
anonymous, and how to transfer funds in the least overt way. I requested his bank 
provide the accounts on his return to Zurich. This was arranged a few days later.

Dick wanted more from life than the sexless, joyless, suppressed existence he 
had experienced for the past months. He stopped taking the sex suppressant 
drug. A couple of weeks later, after being thrown out of the house by Jenny, he 
moved in with Vera. Strange cars stopped calling at Vera’s in the evenings, and 
they seemed to live in some sort of harmony.  The twins must have been a major 
attraction to him in this arrangement, as I cannot see it could have been Vera. I 
commissioned Clare to quietly find out what was happening. She wheedled it out 
of one of the twins that Dick liked fucking them together at once. What he did 
was to lay one on top of the other. He would then pull his dick out of one cunt and 
thrust it straight into the other then back again. Each cunt got alternative thrusts. 
One day, I got Dick to one side and ensured he knew that I was aware of the 
situation, to guarantee his silence. It would seem that Vera was now happy not to 
have to ‘work’ for a living. As long as Dick kept her in cigarettes, booze and 
spending money, he could do what he wanted with her girls.

Jenny suggested to me that we should knock our two houses into one. The 
space saved in not having two of everything like kitchens and lounges ensured 
we had more space for bedrooms, enabling Liz to move in. We kept the two front 
doors to put the nosy neighbours off. So Liz and Jenny shared one room, Clare 
and I another, while Ellie and Julie each had their own. Our one hour a week 
fucking session went out of the window. Clare agreed that as long as it was only 
one fuck a week each, she would agree to me having a third person in our bed. 
Time no longer ruled our lives.

When Julie was coming up for her tenth birthday, Clare asked me if it was alright 
for her to give me to Julie as a present for her birthday night. Julie now looked 
just like Clare had done a couple of years back. It was as if Clare were giving 
away a part of herself. We had had a lovely party throughout the day, then 
evening arrived. At first, it was just Julie and me in that bed, but Clare couldn’t 
keep away. She loved her sister so much, she just wanted to see her get her 
present, so sneaked into the room. Then I noticed Jenny was there too. In the 
end, the whole household attended Julie’s voluntary first time. Of course it turned 
into a romp, but that’s another story. 

After a year or so, our web site was raking in more money than we knew what to 
do with. Sarah kept to her agreement. Her five percent was giving her more 
money than she had expected. She sensibly kept all the funds in her Swiss 
account where the tax man wouldn’t notice it. Her husband was due out of prison 
before too long, and she quietly left the company and changed her name and 
filed for divorce. Apart from still working for me, she has a little sideline, more of 
a hobby, giving massage sessions to young girls.

As for me, I am now a happy man, several years have passed. I will marry Clare 
in a couple of year’s time when she turns sixteen. Whether we carry on a 
polyamorous relationship with the other ladies in our commune remains to be 
seen. Certainly, I can’t see anything changing any time soon. As for my MGB, 
well I must get round to climbing underneath it again finish the job I started. 

The End.  




 




   



  
Clare's Cuming of Age