Harlow's Revival
By Des Rathgit (F/dog, M/F, pedo, oral, anal, rom)
This story describes the rebuilding of the main character's life which had
been shattered by the
tragic loss of his wife and daughter.
There is no cruelty, gratuitous violence, BDSM or associated evils, all of
which I abhor, and worst
of all, it has a happy ending.  I am sure it will offend those of a more
prudish disposition, and for
them the solution is obvious: go elsewhere.
Total fiction; not a word of it is true, all poured out of my highly
questionable imagination. So here
goes . . . . .
  * * * Beginning of story * * *
I was just about to meet my wife and daughter from play school. I saw them
appear at the school
gates and savoured the moment when I would collect the two most important
people in my life. My
reverie was interrupted by a very loud police-car siren, and I looked across
the road to where my
wife Kate and four-year old daughter Helen were coming out of the school,
along with a large
group of parents and children. A high-speed chase was in progress, and a big
heavyweight BMW
G-wagen came roaring down the hill, followed by the noisy police car. Then
the worst happened;
the BMW driver lost control and ploughed into the group. The terrible result
was immediately
evident, and I saw the teenaged BMW driver jump out of the car and run
across the road in an
obvious attempt to escape. Unfortunately for him he ran straight into a
group of soldiers returning
from a remembrance-day parade in the town, and they wrestled the youth to
the ground, holding
him while an officer from the police car handcuffed him.
I could only stare in disbelief as I saw the results of the driver's
recklessness. I ran across the road
to the scene, hoping against hope that Kate and Helen had escaped. The other
police officer blocked
my passage, saying "Keep back now, ambulances are on the way."
"But my wife and daughter are there," I gasped in horror, and then I saw
that they had been crushed
against a stone-built wall along with several other members of the group.
The wall had collapsed,
adding to the carnage.
"Sorry, Sir," replied the officer gently. "There's nothing you can do to
help. Best leave it to the
paramedics."
      *
That incident was almost two years ago. When the school wall had collapsed,
so had my life. I
managed to avoid sinking into a mire of alcohol and drugs, although the
former was a strong
temptation. The latter would have been a dangerous idiocy - I hadn't sunk
quite that low.
The reckless youth had been charged, tried and imprisoned for eight years,
but his indulgent and
influential parents had moved heaven and earth to arrange an appeal. I
attended the appeal, and was
gratified to hear that it had been rejected, followed by a muttered comment
from one of the more
outspoken officers of the court that he hoped the bastard would rot in hell.
"Eight years isn't nearly
enough for that waste of space," he said savagely. "He'll be out in four,
and I can't see his spoilt and
selfish ways changing before the next ice age." I could only agree with his
sentiments.
      *
As I was walking home along a country road after the appeal, I spotted
something shiny in the
hedge, reflecting the bright winter sunshine. Thinking it was just a piece
of glass, I almost walked
past it, but second thoughts demanded a second look, and then I realised
that it was nothing of the
sort; it was a lady's handbag, small and covered with sequins, the type of
handbag used with
cocktail-party uniform. Assuming that it had been dropped by a lady who was
probably the worse
for alcohol, I picked it out of the hedge. Its contents revealed a
credit-card folder and a purse
containing folding money and some change. The credit-cards bore the
unfortunate lady's name -
Jacqueline Wilson; such a common surname meant that I was unlikely to find
her address in the
telephone directory. Delving deeper into the folder, I found what I was
seeking: her driving licence,
which showed her photo, her age (20) and her address.
Arriving home, I settled myself at my computer and used the on-line
telephone directory to
ascertain her phone number, but either she didn't have a land-line phone or
she was ex-directory, so
that door was closed. There was only one thing for it - to take the handbag
to her home.
Age 20? - most probably out at work during the day, so I checked the
location of her home (not
very far away) and waited until the evening, assuming that she would be home
by about 7 o'clock.
When the appointed hour arrived, I drove round to her home address - no
lights on, nobody
answered the door of this council flat. It was a Friday evening, so I
decided to try again the
following morning.
I duly called again on the morrow, but for a second time there was no answer
to my ring of the
doorbell. I tried again and thought I heard some sounds coming from within,
so I waited . . . and
waited . . . Finally, assuming I had mistaken the sound for something
outside the building, I turned
to go, but then the door opened. A somewhat flustered young lady appeared,
wearing a dressing-
gown and looking as though she had been working out in the gymnasium. She
was stooped over
somewhat, as though holding a particularly heavy weight.
"Hi," I said, "Jacqueline Wilson?"
"That's right," she replied, "Who are you?"
"My name is Harlow Davidson; I'm calling to return your handbag which I
found yesterday."
A bright smile appeared on her face and she said "Oh, thank you, I'm so
relieved. I thought I had
lost everything. Where did you find it? Come in, please. Oh, I'm so
grateful." The words tumbled
out in a rush. I explained where had I found it, and she smiled and said "Oh
yes, I had a few too
many at my friend's hen night on Thursday." She looked in the handbag and
found that everything
that should be there was there, including the cash.
Then I noticed that the reason she had been stooped over was that she was
holding the collar of a
large and panting German Shepherd Dog. "He's a handsome creature, isn't he?
What's his name?"
"Caesar," at which the dog looked up at her and the panting increased. Then
I spotted that his
manhood (doghood?) was extended considerably, hanging and swaying to and
fro. The three of us
walked into her lounge; she somewhat awkwardly. She and I sat down in easy
chairs, and Caesar
sat on the floor, licking his penis. Jackie noticed, and looked up at me
with a somewhat guilty
expression on her face. I realised what had been going on just before I rang
the bell, and she
obviously knew that I knew. She blushed furiously, so I decided to be a
gentleman and end her
embarrassment.
"Don't be ashamed, love," I told her gently, "I doubt if you're the first
young lady to enjoy her dog's
prowess. They have a habit of wanting to continue long after you're
satisfied." She smiled a rather
watery smile, and I could see that she felt a little easier.
While she was making us a cup of coffee, I decided to make friends with
Caesar. I called him over,
and he came and sat at my feet. I stroked him, and he rolled over with his
legs in the air, exposing
his now-sheathed procreation equipment. I rubbed his tummy and he responded
by unsheathing a
small section of pink penis. Jackie walked in with the coffee and chuckled,
"He doesn't need much
encouragement, does he?"
She sat down again, and this time I noticed that the amount of underclothing
she was wearing
would not even have covered the head of a pin. She saw the direction of my
gaze and smiled. At
that moment, Caesar decided that he wanted to resume where he had left off,
and started to sniff
between her legs. Her embarrassment returned, but I was becoming interested
now, and she noticed
that a tent-pole was appearing at the front of my trousers. This brought a
smile to her face and she
relaxed considerably.
"If you want to start again, I'd like to watch," I said. "I've seen it on
blue films and on the internet,
but never in the flesh, so to speak. Do you do everything yourself, or can I
help?"
"It's sometimes a bit awkward to get him in, because he's a young dog and
gets very excited. If
you're game, I could use a bit of help there."
I did my best to suppress a leer, and said "I'm broad-minded!" In fact, I
couldn't wait to get started.
Jackie removed her dressing-gown, exposing a very shapely body. Her breasts
were beautifully
formed, firm with pink nipples and areolas. Unlike many of the women I had
seen in recent porn
films, her pubic area was unshaven, but the hair was fairly sparse. If I
hadn't known her real age, I
would have guessed it as 16 or even less. Caesar reacted immediately, as did
my own equipment.
His doggy-schlong slid out of its sheath, he started panting and he nuzzled
up to her basket of
Venus. Jackie reacted in turn by parting her legs while remaining standing,
and Caesar's long
tongue appeared and started lapping. Jackie noticed that I had difficulty in
containing my
excitement, and beckoned me towards the two of them. Her hand went to my
crotch and she
squeezed my hardness.
"I'd love you to join the action," she said, feeling for my zipper. After
lowering it, she put her hand
inside and released a very hard love-muscle. She looked at it and said,
"It's about the same length as
Caesar's, but a little thicker. I'd like to suck it while Caesar's inside
me."
Just the thought of this started a boiling feeling around my crotch - I was
nearly cumming. I told
her so, and she smiled and knelt down. Almost as soon as her lips closed
around my glans, the
boiling feeling had its way, and I released a torrent of baby-juice in her
mouth. I felt her tongue
licking the helmet and I nearly collapsed, such was the exquisite pleasure
of my first blow-job for
over two years. After she released my penis, Caesar noticed what had
happened and I felt his
tongue licking the remaining drops. It wasn't quite as good as Jackie's
contribution, but it was
nevertheless very pleasurable.
By now, Jackie was very turned-on. She remained on all fours and turned her
rear end towards
Caesar. His panting increased and he started to mount her. His front legs
clasped around her waist
and he started humping, not very accurately. His penis kept hitting Jackie's
buttock, as though it
didn't know its way into the sacred love-nest.
"Help him, please, Harlow," she cried out, so I grasped the throbbing member
and directed it
towards her vagina. At last he gained entrance and the humping increased, as
did Jackie's pleasure.
Her grunts and cries could be heard for miles, I thought to myself. I just
stood and watched in some
amazement, realising that here was something special, not just a dirty game.
In and out went this
beautiful pink truncheon, while its owner panted and drooled over Jackie's
shoulders.
His humping finally reduced to nothing, and he lay quietly on Jackie's back,
still coupled to her.
"Oh, his knot feels like a cricket ball inside me!" she cried, "It's going
to stay in me for some time."
I knelt down to inspect the coupling, and noticed that there was an inch or
so of dog-penis outside
Jackie's vagina. I put my finger into her vagina and massaged Caesar's
bulbous knot, which seemed
to give added pleasure to Jackie. To increase her pleasure, I also massaged
her clitoris, and was
rewarded with sighs and a cry of "Oh yes, that feels wonderful."
During the heated action, neither of us had heard the front door open and
close. A young girl in
Brownie uniform walked in, then she stood and stared at the excited trio in
the lounge. "What are
they doing to you, Jackie?" she cried in desperation. "Are they hurting
you?"
I turned round to see who it was; the youngster was open-mouthed, unable to
believe the scenario
before her. I spoke quietly so as to allay her fears. "No, love, Jackie's
not being hurt at all."
Fortunately, by this time my mutton dagger had retired to its customary
hiding-place behind a
closed zipper.
"Who are you?" she asked belligerently, then her face dissolved into tears.
I thought of putting a
protective arm around her, but then decided to keep a sensible distance.
"I'm a friend of Jackie's. We'll explain in a few minutes."
Jackie turned her face towards the young girl. "Go and get changed out of
your uniform, Melanie
love," she panted. "I'll be with you shortly." Melanie looked doubtful, as
though she suspected that
I was going to attack Jackie. In an attempt to allay her fears, I sat down
on one of the easy chairs
and said with a smile "I'm not about to hurt either of you. In any case, you
have Caesar to defend
you if anyone tries."
This seemed to have the desired effect, and Melanie left the room and went
to change, still sobbing.
Finally, Caesar's knot plopped out of Jackie's vagina, and he turned to lick
Jackie's dripping snatch.
After he had had enough of that, he sat down and proceeded to lick his
still-exposed penis. I was
reminded of a joke I had heard on a late-night television stand-up comedy
show - "I wish I was
supple enough to do that," and the reply: "Give him a biscuit and he'll
probably let you."
Jackie stood up and completed the clean-up operation between her legs from a
nearby box of
tissues. After disposing of the soiled tissues, she donned her dressing gown
and said, "I have a lot
of explaining to do to Melanie."
"Would you prefer me to leave to two of you alone?" I asked.
"Oh no." she said in alarm, "Please don't go."
She then explained the situation in which she and Melanie lived. Jackie was
a ballet dancer, and her
young sister Melanie, aged 9, was of course still at primary school. While
she was talking, Melanie
came into the room and quietly sat down next to Jackie, looking daggers at
me. Jackie said that
dancers in the corps-de-ballet are not very well paid, and she was
struggling to make ends meet.
She said that if I hadn't returned her handbag and cash, she didn't know
where the next month's rent
would have come from. She had had to sell her car, as she couldn't afford
the running costs;
fortunately the local public transport was much better than average, and she
and Melanie had no
difficulty going from place to place. Their parents, Jackie said, had been
killed in a car accident two
years ago, when a teenage tearaway had run his car into a group of
school-children and parents.
This of course immediately hit home, and I told her that my wife and
daughter had been in the same
group and had suffered the same fate.
Hearing that we had a tragedy in common, Melanie's hitherto aggressive
attitude towards me
softened considerably, and I felt a distinct warming of the atmosphere.
"I presume you have a boyfriend, can't he help your situation?" I asked
Jackie.
"I don't have a boyfriend at the moment," she replied. "In my business, many
of the boys are gay,
and those that aren't are carefully guarded by their girlfriends. I don't
have much chance to meet
boys outside work, there's so much to do when I get home." I thought that
that explained why a
young and attractive girl such as Jackie had to resort to her pet for sexual
satisfaction. "Caring for
Melanie takes up a lot of my time."
Melanie was by this time interested in the incident she had witnessed when
she arrived home.
"Why didn't you have any clothes on when I came in?" she asked, "And what
were you doing with
Caesar?"
So Jackie started to explain the process of sexual intercourse. She pointed
out to Melanie that
although her school curriculum included sex-education lessons, they probably
only included the
mechanics of sex. They would have skipped over the fact that sex, at least
for unmarried people
these days, was more about enjoyment than procreation.
"But Caesar's a dog!" Melanie observed, "Isn't that a bit disgusting?"
"Not really," said Jackie, "It's all a question of your view of life. I make
sure that Caesar is always
clean, and he and I are very close. It's almost as if he were my boyfriend.
I know he would protect
me if I were attacked." I thought that she was almost certainly right; a
menacing growl from a
powerful animal such as Caesar would be enough to make anyone think twice.
After a long pause, during which Melanie seemed to be struggling within
herself, she asked, "Do
you think that he might be my boyfriend as well?" startling both Jackie and
myself. "I've often seen
his pink thing and I touched it once. It felt funny, and Caesar licked it
while I was touching it.
When I squeezed it a bit, some wee came out of the tip. Gross!"
It was obvious that this young girl was interested in such things, probably
more from curiosity than
from any sexual feelings. Nine-year-olds are sexless, aren't they? Jackie
and I looked at each other
dubiously. Maybe they aren't, I thought to myself. Someone would have to
ensure that Melanie
learned the true facts of life, and quickly.
"Melanie, you mustn't mention any of this to anyone else," said Jackie. "If
you do, it's quite
probable that you would be taken away and put in a foster home, although I
don't think that what I
was doing with Caesar is actually illegal. Very few of the people in
authority would consider me a
fit person to look after you if they knew about this. Some of them have
their own strong opinions,
others have their own empires to build. And some would view a situation such
as this as an
opportunity to show the outrage that can be displayed by such model citizens
as they, whether it's
real or feigned, and the truth is not always as important as what they can
persuade people to
believe." I suspected that most of Jackie's very sensible reasoning was way
beyond the
understanding of most 9-year-olds.
"I won't even tell Steph," Melanie assured her. At this announcement, some
of Jackie's tenseness
drained away. "Stephanie Holden is her best friend" she explained to me.
"Her mother was a play-
school helper and was in the same group that took away our parents and your
family. The two of
them are separated by one day in age, and they seem to do everything
together. They often have
sleep-overs at each other's homes. If I'm out when Melanie comes home, she
goes round to Steph's
house until I return. Her father is a portrait painter, and works in his
studio at home."
"I'd like to watch you and Caesar doing it together," said Melanie. "Could I
try it too?"
Even more startling! But I felt more than a little concern at the thought of
little Melanie having her
vagina invaded by six inches of doggy machine-gun. I looked at her more
closely. "Caesar's a bit
violent in his actions, Melanie. He would probably hurt you, although
without intending to."
"His willy isn't very thick," said Melanie. "I bet it would easily go into
my bottom. My poos are
bigger than that. What does it feel like?" she asked Jackie. By now, Jackie
was also starting to be
concerned at the direction the conversation was taking. "He doesn't put it
in my bottom," she said.
"It goes in my vagina, which is where I wee from and where a man puts his
willy during sex. I've
never tried it in my bottom," with a quizzical half-smile in my direction. I
looked at her and raised
an eyebrow, because I suspected what she may be thinking. My penis is just
about the right size to
fit within her anus without causing too much discomfort.
"Melanie, love," she continued, "I'm an adult, but you are still a little
girl and you shouldn't even be
thinking about sexual activity yet. What would Steph think?"
But Melanie, like many other youngsters, considered herself to be nearly an
adult; she was not to be
put off so easily. "It's not fair," she pouted. "You grown-ups have all the
fun. Why can't I have
some fun as well? I know I haven't got boobs like Jackie's, but I've got
everything else, only a bit
smaller." Her precocious mind was a big surprise to me. Then as an
afterthought: "Anyway, I bet
Steph would be just as interested."
Jackie decided to try another tack. "Do you really want to try sex?" she
asked Melanie. "Have you
ever fingered your vagina? Stroked your clit? Put a finger in your bottom?
Touched a man's cock?
All these things are part of sex, and you need to be familiar with them
before you can even think of
trying anything with Caesar."
"Will you show me what to do?" Melanie asked her, showing increasing
excitement. "You must
have done those things yourself." I wouldn't mind showing her, I thought to
myself in a moment of
lewdness. Melanie turned to me. "Are you going to show Jackie your willy?"
Before I could stop
myself, I said, "She's already seen it." At that, it was Jackie's turn to
look daggers at me; I could
have killed myself.
But this comment only served to heighten Melanie's interest. "Ooh, can I see
it then?"
Jackie reproached her little sister. "These things aren't for little girls
to do!" she repeated sternly.
"You just said that I need to touch a man's cock before I can do things with
Caesar," she exclaimed.
Talk about being hoist by one's own petard!
Jackie's dilemma was causing her some trouble. Here was her much-loved
little sister wanting to
learn the things that adults enjoy; here was a man in the same room who
could provide much of the
information and pleasure. But Melanie's age hadn't even reached double
figures yet!
I thought it was about time I did something constructive. I said to Jackie,
"Do you think that
Melanie's childhood would be spoilt if she started learning a thing or two
about the practical side of
sex? If you don't object, I'd be glad to help in any way I can."
Jackie said nothing for a few seconds. I could almost hear the wheels
turning in her brain. Ever
perceptive, Melanie also felt the intensity of Jackie's thoughts. "Please,
Jackie, please! I really want
to know."
The clouds over Jackie's mind cleared. "All right," she sighed. "In for a
penny . . . I guess you'll
never be satisfied until you find out. I think we'll accept Harlow's offer."
Jackie stood up and came over to me. Caesar looked up from the floor where
he was lying, grunted,
and lay down again. Jackie started to undo my zipper, but my sitting
position made it rather
difficult to achieve. I completed the operation for her and she put her hand
inside and pulled out my
cock, which by this time had regained all its previous hardness. "This is
what a man's cock looks
like," she said, and Melanie just stared at it. "Can I touch it?" she asked
breathlessly.
Melanie's little hand encircled the pole of my delight, and Jackie said to
her, "That's right, move
your hand up and down its length. That will give him some real pleasure, and
you will enjoy it as
well." "Oh! It's soft and hard at the same time," was Melanie's first
observation.
Jackie's tongue found its way to my glans, and the feeling was almost
overwhelming. "Can I do
that?" asked Melanie. "Oh yes, please do," I replied, and Melanie's little
tongue was on the helmet
immediately. "It doesn't taste of anything," she said, licking her lips.
"Put it in your mouth and suck
it," Jackie told her. "I've done that and it's nice."
So the next minute or two saw me having a wonderful blow-job from a pre-teen
girl. The thought
occurred to me that I was within an ace of a long prison term. But Jackie,
sensing my concern, said,
"Don't worry, Melanie knows that if she says anything about this to anyone
else, we are all in deep
trouble."
I relaxed and enjoyed the feeling. Jackie suggested to Melanie that she
might like the taste of a
man's semen, and Melanie looked up with interest. "Have you tasted it?" she
asked. "Yes, and I
enjoyed it," replied Jackie. "Then I expect I will too" rejoined the little
girl, and continued her
efforts to drive me up the wall.
Melanie's sucking action was enough to send me over the edge, and my
ejaculate started to coat the
inside of her mouth. Her brows knitted, as though she couldn't make up her
mind whether she liked
it or not. "Don't worry, Melanie," said Jackie quietly, "It won't hurt you.
It's quite nutritious, in an
odd sort of way." At that, Melanie swallowed the lot and smiled. "I've done
it!" she exclaimed
excitedly. "I've had sex!"
Jackie smiled. "Not by a long chalk," she said. "This is only the beginning.
You saw what I was
doing with Caesar, and it's even better with a man." Caesar looked up at the
mention of his name,
then emitted a long doggy sigh and went back to sleep.
Melanie turned to me with excitement on her face. "Can you put it in my
bottom?" she asked. I
replied that I couldn't at the moment because she had just drained me with
her delightful tongue and
lips. Jackie remarked with a knowing smile, "Just get undressed and he'll
recover with amazing
speed. I'll fetch the KY."
She left the room, and Melanie looked at me with concern on her little face.
"Do I really have to
undress?" she asked. "I'll embarrassed. I've never undressed with anyone but
Jackie since Mummy
and Daddy died."
"You do whatever feels most comfortable, love," I reassured her. "I've never
forced a girl to do
anything against her will, and I'm not going to start now. But you have
seen, touched and sucked
the most important part of me, and you've swallowed what came out of it. I
would have thought that
undressing would be far less embarrassing than that."
She considered for a moment, and then nodded her head. She half-turned away
from me and
removed her blouse, showing her completely undeveloped chest. Next came the
shoes, socks and
skirt. There was a short, slightly embarrassed pause, then she removed a
pair of knickers so skimpy
that I expected an Oxo cube to be a large enough container. She slowly
turned towards me,
blushing shyly, revealing the most wonderful sight I had seen in my life
since I last bathed my
daughter. "Oh Melanie!" I exclaimed breathlessly, "You really are the most
beautiful little girl! I
feel as though all my Christmases have come at the same time" That caused
her to blush more
furiously. "Do you think I'm pretty then?" I replied more calmly, "Oh yes,
you and Jackie are both
stunning in your different ways. I'm really looking forward to this."
Jackie came back into the room, armed with a tube of KY, and removed her
dressing-gown. As she
predicted, my love-pole had reawakened and was causing a noticeable bulge
below the belt. I
realised that I was the only one with clothes on, and quickly rectified the
error. Melanie took my
erection in her hand and said, "I hope this will fit inside me. I've never
had anything put into my
bottom before." I warned her that it might hurt a little until she was used
to the feeling, but after
that it will be pure pleasure. A little smile and a nod of acceptance showed
that she was ready.
I sat down on the settee and Jackie coated my penis with a liberal dose of
lubricant. Then she told
Melanie to bend over to receive the same treatment on her little
pinkish-brown anal circle. She
followed that with one inserted finger, then two, which earned a grunt from
Melanie. She instructed
Melanie to face me and squat over my pole with her legs apart, then she
placed the head at
Melanie's anus. "Lower yourself gently, Melanie" said Jackie. "You can
control the rate of insertion
that way."
Melanie complied, and I began to understand the meaning of heaven. My helmet
was entering her,
and I could see the discomfort on her face. "Don't try to go too quickly,
sweetie," I said. "Try to
imagine that you're doing a poo - try to push my cock out of you and it will
go in more easily." This
was no time to explain the apparent paradox.
I felt the tightness of her anal sphincter relax and the feeling of
discomfort left her face, replaced by
an expression of intense concentration. Lower and lower her little body
went, until finally she was
sitting on my pubic bone, with the pubic hairs tickling her buttocks. "Oh!
It's in all the way!" she
exclaimed. "I feel so full that I need to poo again, but I only did one this
morning."
I pulled her towards me until we were cuddled closely together. I said,
"That over-full feeling is
quite normal. It will go away soon." Then I started to withdraw, which
brought a look of
consternation from her. "Oh please don't take it out!" she wailed. "Don't
worry, poppet, I'm not
going to." And with that I started pumping in and out of her delightful
rectum, slowly at first, then
with increasing speed. I noticed that Jackie had been watching closely all
the time, and she was
becoming very turned-on. She was rubbing her clitoris, and the secretions
from her lubricating
glands were running down her legs. She plonked herself down on the floor
with a soft moan,
causing Caesar to awake and come over to her. He started licking her thighs,
his doggy-chopper
appeared from its sheath and he started panting heavily. Melanie turned her
head to see what the
noise was, and was startled so much that she almost withdrew from me. But
then I gently pushed
her down again, and a look of contentment replaced the consternation on her
face. She kissed me,
and then to my surprise she started to lick my chest.
The new sensations made my head swim, and I could feel the excitement
starting to boil again way
down in my crotch. "I'm almost cumming, Melanie," I whispered, and she
smiled happily. Soon a
flood of semen reached her bowels, and she wriggled with pleasure. Suddenly,
she cried out, "Oh!
Caesar's licking me," and I felt his rough tongue licking my scrotum as well
as the outside of her
anus. The feeling was delicious, and caused another spurt of semen to spew
into Melanie's bowels.
We both relaxed for a few minutes, bathed in after-sex sunshine, while
Caesar stood back, panting
furiously and watching us.
I reached for the box of tissues and held a wad of them close to Melanie's
anus as I slowly
withdrew from it. But I needn't have bothered; the brown-stained semen
dripping from her quickly
found its way to Caesar's tongue. He licked the little pinky-brown circle,
swallowing greedily, until
she had no more to give. He continued this abluting operation on my penis,
which betrayed my
pleasure by resurrecting itself. Melanie looked dreamily into my eyes and
asked "Now have I had
sex?" "In a way," I replied. "But you won't have had it properly until
you've had someone's willy in
your vagina." My answer was followed immediately by the very predictable
question: "Can we do
it then?"
At this point, Jackie regained her senses. "I think we've all had enough for
now," with which
sentiment I readily agreed. Although at age 28 I consider myself to be still
in my sexual prime, four
ejaculations in a morning might be thought of as excessive. I looked down at
Melanie's delicious
snatch and whispered in her ear, "There's plenty of time to take care of
that. Your beautiful little
female willy is much too inviting to be ignored." A sigh of contentment
escaped her.
      *
After we had cleaned up, I suggested we all go out for a walk, so that we
could discuss the future, if
any. Here was I, a lonely widower, living in relative comfort due to my
reasonably high salary as a
technical author, writing user manuals and servicing instructions for
industrial electronic
equipment. By contrast, Jackie and Melanie were living in comparative
penury, having difficulty in
keeping the wolf from the door. Of course, their tame wolf Caesar knew
nothing of this - all that
concerned him was his regular food, sleep and both kinds of exercise. Life
treated him very well.
I tentatively suggested that they might like to consider moving in with me.
My house was not far
from theirs, and at an approximately equal distance from Melanie's school.
The only down-side any
of us could think of was that Stephanie would no longer live just down the
road, and that caused
Melanie's face to fall. But the economic argument was very strong, and even
Melanie could see the
sense of it. She would now be able to go on all the school trips, whereas
for the past two years she
had had to make excuse after excuse to avoid the embarrassment of pleading
poverty. "Cheer up,
Mel," I said. "It's not as if you're moving far away. You two can visit each
other on your bicycles."
"But I haven't got a bike," wailed Melanie. "It got badly damaged when we
moved two years ago
and we had to take it to the household waste tip."
"Well, now you have something to look forward to. Christmas is just round
the corner." I saw the
knowing smile appear on Jackie's face. Maybe I hadn't failed 'Diplomacy 101'
after all!
During the course of the following week I made all the necessary
arrangements for them to move
in. Things to do, I discovered, were never-ending. Doctors, dentists,
school, Brownies, Post Office
all had to be informed of their new address. I announced to my neighbours
discreetly that my
solitary existence was about to end, and the congratulations were universal.
There was also the
problem of what to do when Melanie's school day was over. Just after I had
made friends with the
delectable Stephanie, Jackie suggested that her father might look after
Melanie at the end of each
school day. Of course, the two youngsters were delighted that during the
week they wouldn't have
to be separated after all. In return, I offered to take Stephanie with us
when we went on holiday,
which delighted her father. I could see things working out very nicely, so
long as Melanie
remembered to keep her special secret.
And so I acquired a new instant family. Initially, we were all too busy to
think of repeating the
naughty activities that had brought us together. My house (but it was now
"our house") was near
the same bus route that Jackie had used at her old address, so no problem
there. I granted Jackie a
free hand to re-arrange furniture and make the house to her liking. At last
I was able to consider
disposing of Kate and Helen's clothes and personal effects which had
hitherto remained untouched.
Jackie quietly offered to do it all for me, and I felt the tears returning
as I agreed, thanking her for
her kindness. Melanie noticed my distress, but kept her own counsel because
despite her young age
she knew the sadness that pervaded my mind. She held my hand and whispered,
"I'll help her,
Daddy." That was the first time she had used that word of wonderful
endearment. My immediate
anguish notwithstanding, life was becoming sweeter by the minute.
      *
The following week was half-term, and I made arrangements to continue
writing my next handbook
at home. It was just a variation on a previous one, so that there was no
requirement for access to the
equipment which was the subject of the manual. This left me free to take
Melanie and Stephanie
out during the day and to work in the evenings. One walk took us to nearby
woods via a muddy
lane, and on the way back a very boisterous Caesar made the two girls slip
and fall into a large
muddy puddle. They were both drenched from head to foot, and I had
difficulty in containing my
laughter. Sensing that I was amused rather than annoyed, the two of them
looked at each other and
giggled. "I think I'll have to throw you both in the bath when we get home,"
I said. Stephanie
looked a little anxious, but Melanie said to her in a stage whisper so that
I could hear, "It's OK
Steph, we've bathed together before, haven't we?" Stephanie replied quietly,
"Yes, but that was with
Jackie watching over us. Has Uncle Harlow bathed you yet?" I realised at
that moment that Melanie
had been as good as her word, and hadn't said anything to Stephanie about
our sexual encounter.
"Don't worry, girls, I'll just let you bath yourselves then." That earned me
a quick smile of gratitude
from Stephanie and an even quicker smile and a slight shake of the head from
Melanie, which she
hid from Stephanie. My little girl had naughty things on her mind!
We reached home without further mishap. Caesar was as muddy as the girls, so
I had to leave him
in the back garden until I could wash him down. The girls went upstairs to
Melanie's room, where
they undressed as I ran the bath for them. I knocked on the door, opened it
a few inches and threw
in two towels for them to cover their modesty. "OK, girls," I said, "Bath's
ready." They came
running out of Melanie's bedroom so fast that Stephanie's towel caught on
the door handle and was
ripped off completely. "Oh!" she said, blushing with embarrassment and
moving her hand quickly
to cover her most interesting area, but not before I had seen it in all its
childish beauty. She stole a
glance at me, and I smiled. "No need to be shy," I said, "I used to bath my
daughter regularly. You
don't have anything that I haven't seen before many times." She relaxed a
little and walked into the
bathroom, carrying the towel but not even bothering to cover herself.
I heard a little squeal from Melanie. "Daddy! you haven't put any hot water
in," she complained. I
put my hand in the bath-water and verified that it was only tepid. Then I
remembered that I hadn't
switched the boiler on; the water in the hot-water tank was still cool from
the previous night.
"Oops, sorry kids. I'll get your towels and you will have to wait until the
water heats up," I said,
with a furtive glance at the two delightful little birthday-suits before my
eyes. This time neither
showed any embarrassment, they just scampered back to Melanie's room without
a backward
glance. Two gorgeous little bottoms disappeared from sight.
Remembering Caesar outside in the garden, I used the next half-hour
profitably to wash him down
and dry him sufficiently to let him into the house. By the time I had
finished, the water in the hot
tap had reached working temperature. I emptied the cold water from the bath
and re-filled it. Then I
opened Melanie's door to call them for their bath. I was surprised to see
them looking down at each
other's mons veneris, and they jumped guiltily as they realised I had seen
what they were doing.
But I just smiled and reminded Stephanie that I had seen it all before, and
that neither of them had
any cause for shame. "Come on, into the bath and get rid of all that mud," I
said. They ran back into
the bathroom and jumped in. "Are you going to wash each other, or shall I
help you?" I enquired.
Then I asked Stephanie, "Does your Dad bath you, Steph?" "Oh yes," she
replied, "But not if I'm
bathing with Mel. He lets us do it ourselves then."
"Well, if you prefer, I'll follow the same rules," I said, managing to hide
my disappointment. But
Stephanie had replaced her shyness with slyness, and said, "I'd rather you
bathed us."
"OK, I'll be back in a minute," I told them. I went into our bedroom and
fished out a very old pair
of jockey-shorts to wear. I knew I was going to enjoy the coming activity,
and I had to be careful
that when my erection occurred it wouldn't show. Then I returned to the
bathroom, rolled up my
sleeves and proceeded to wash the two little darlings. The mud which came
off them clouded the
water, so that I couldn't see their lovely pussies. I solved that problem by
telling them to stand up so
that I could wash the bits that were currently immersed. "I expect you would
rather wash
yourselves between your legs and in your bottoms," I offered. But Melanie,
knowing what I was
thinking, said "No, Daddy, you do mine please." Faced with that challenge,
Stephanie concurred,
and heaven returned to me. "Does your Dad do that for you, Steph?" I asked.
"Yes," she replied
somewhat hesitantly, and I sensed that in her father I had found a kindred
spirit.
So using fingers rather than a wash-cloth I carefully washed Melanie first,
starting at her little
pinky-brown anus and tracing round to her snatch, finally rubbing her little
clitoris, and was
rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. "Oh Steph," she said dreamily, "It
feels wonderful."
Stephanie watched the proceedings carefully, and I saw her licking her lips
in anticipation. When it
was her turn, she said rather quickly, "Do the same to me, please, Uncle
Harlow." So I did,
spending slightly longer on her anus and clitoris to gauge her reaction to
my invading finger. I
could see her colouring up, and the tempo of her breathing was increasing.
Melanie was watching
closely and I could see by the position of her hand that she was playing
with herself under the
water. As I released Stephanie, she put her arms round my neck, kissed me
and whispered, "That
was sensational, Uncle Harlow." She had recently discovered a new word, no
doubt from one of the
soap operas that kids tend to watch. Sensational was right! My erection
refused to obey my mental
instruction to subside, and it popped out of its imprisoning jockeys.
Although it was still protected
by my trousers, its shape was obvious to both girls. Stephanie giggled and
said, "My Daddy's does
that too." A knowing smile from Melanie assured me that better things were
to come (no pun
intended).
The phone rang as I was about to lift the girls out of the bath. It was
Geoff Holden, Stephanie's dad.
"Hi Harlow," he said. "I have a slight problem and I'm hoping you can help
me. I have just met a
new client; she was impressed with my work and she wants to take me to meet
her uncle who has
an art gallery in Truro."
"That's a long way from home, Geoff," I told him. "It will take you several
hours to get there."
"That's the problem," he said. "She will be driving, but I probably won't be
back for a couple of
days. I'll be taking some of my pictures with me."
"Well, you know we can look after Steph for the duration. We have spare
toothbrushes and she can
use some of Melanie's nightclothes. Just think of it as an extended
sleep-over. Problem solved, pal."
"I was hoping you'd say that. It's a big load off my mind. Maybe I can
return the compliment some
time."
"Thanks, I'll take a rain-check. Best of luck with your display." Then I
explained to him the
occurrence earlier in the day. "Oh, just chuck her in the bath with
Melanie," he said airily. "They've
bathed together many times before." Then he asked "Can I have a quick word
with Stephanie,
please?" I handed the phone to Stephanie while she was still sitting in the
bath, and heard her say
"Hi Daddy." While she was talking, I started towelling Melanie dry. I
watched Stephanie's face
cloud over slightly, and then it brightened, a dreamy smile appearing. She
said, "It'll be all right,
Daddy, I know it will." A short pause, then she said, "I love you too Daddy,
have a nice time." I
presumed that the smile was the result of being promised a special present
when he returned.
She gave the phone back to me, and after a quick exchange of pleasantries we
rang off. I asked
Stephanie. "Is there anything you need from your house, Steph?"
"No, Uncle Harlow," she replied. "You have everything I might need right
here." And then she cast
a deliberate glance towards my crotch, with a smile that almost caused
another erection. What had
her father been saying to her? And I had thought that Melanie was a little
hottie! This young lady
could give lessons to a bunsen burner!
I completed the job of drying the girls. Their muddy clothes went into the
laundry basket, and I
suggested that they each choose something to wear from Melanie's wardrobe.
At age nine, they
probably had reasonable dress sense, and it was bound to be better than mine
anyway. I went
downstairs to feed Caesar, then started to prepare dinner for four. I had
already learned that the girls
were easy to cater for - they just ate whatever they were given without
complaining. My thoughts
drifted back two years; Helen had been the light of my life, but her fads at
the dinner table had
driven Kate and myself to distraction.
Jackie arrived home, and the two girls immediately surrounded her, talking
nineteen to the dozen
about the afternoon's excitement. Their enthusiasm was infectious, and
Jackie couldn't stop
laughing. Then I told her about Geoff Holden's news, and she expressed her
happiness at his good
fortune. "He deserves it," she said. "Maybe now the art world will realise
that there is a star in their
midst." Unlikely, I thought to myself, recalling that unmade beds, pickled
half-cows and piles of
bricks were more in keeping with the crap perpetrated by some of today's
(con-)artists. I recalled a
wry comment from one cynical professional, "If you paint anything that
people can recognise,
you're a philistine." But Geoff's good fortune was also mine, in that we had
the delightful Stephanie
to stay with us for at least two days and nights (especially nights!)
Dinner came and went, and the girls retired to Melanie's room to watch TV. I
had provided Melanie
with satellite TV so that she could watch the many children's channels
available. I had also set up
one of my spare computers for her, with a network connection to my broadband
router. Fortunately,
she took a sensible view of her entertainment, balancing her leisure time
between reading,
computing, TV and outdoor activities. No couch-potatoes in this family! It
came as no surprise to
me that Stephanie shared similar tastes.
Then it was time for the girls to get ready for bed. On this occasion,
Jackie, with my particular
blessing, was going to celebrate her new-found freedom by having a night out
with a group of her
fellow ballerinas. She kissed us all goodbye and left us to our own devices.
I told the girls to put on
their nighties and clean their teeth - no need for another bath tonight. An
air of disappointment
descended on the two of them. They retired to the bathroom to clean teeth
and perform necessary
ablutions together. I heard them whispering, but was unable to overhear any
recognisable phrases.
I had not yet had time to arrange a second bed in Melanie's room, so they
both climbed into the one
bed, which fortunately was plenty large enough for two young girls. There
was even room for me to
sit between them while I read them a story, and they both cuddled up to me.
When the story was
finished, they exchanged glances with a great deal of conspiracy on their
faces. I wondered what I
was letting myself in for, and was soon enlightened. They both pushed down
the bedclothes and
pulled up their nighties round the waist, exposing two beautiful hairless
snatches to my view.  "Will
you do the same thing to us as you did in the bath, please, Daddy?" implored
Melanie, and I then
knew the subject of their earlier whispered conversation.
Any form of restraint at this stage was pointless, I realised, but wondered
aloud what Stephanie's
father would say if he knew what had happened. She allayed my fears by
telling me, "Daddy wants
you to show me everything about sex, Uncle Harlow. That's what he was saying
to me on the phone
while I was in the bath." I was almost shocked, but my excitement overruled
that emotion. Such a
degree of trust from a doting father doesn't grow on trees.
Remaining between the two of them, I stroked each immature vulva, then I
decided to give
Stephanie a real going-over. My first action was to remove both girls'
nighties completely, and I
feasted my lecherous eyes on two beautiful pre-pubescent naked bodies. I
showed them how to
adopt a 69 position, with Stephanie on top. Her anus and snatch were exposed
to my tongue, and
she gasped as she felt it first on one hole and then the other. I heard her
mewing like a kitten as my
tongue entered her anus and pushed further into her rectum. "Oh my God," she
exclaimed. "I never
thought that this could feel so wonderful." "Try licking Melanie's pussy," I
told her. "You'll like it
and she'll be over the moon." So for the next few minutes the only audible
sounds were lapping
noises, mewing sounds, and near-silent squeaks of delight from Melanie.
Melanie looked disappointed when I expressed my reluctance at this stage to
take the virginity of
either girl. "I'd prefer to take yours while we're alone, and leave Steph's
father to do the same." I
told her that the first fuck of her life could be something wonderful, and
pointed out that the loss of
a girl's virginity could by definition only happen once. Then I asked
Stephanie if she would like to
take my cock anally. Melanie told her that my cock was probably about the
same size as one of her
normal poos, and that it would be easy to take. I shot a glance at Melanie,
indicating that she was
on the verge of breaking a trust, but there was no reaction from Stephanie.
"OK, I'd like to try it," said Stephanie bravely after a few moments'
thought. I went into the
bathroom and fetched a tube of KY from the cabinet along with a box of
tissues. At the same time,
I undressed completely, thinking that there was no reason why I should be
the only one clothed. I
walked into the bedroom and Stephanie eyed my erection apprehensively. "Are
you really going to
put it in my bottom?" she asked. "Only if you want me to," I replied, and
gave her the same
reassurance that I had given Melanie about eschewing any kind of forceful
behaviour. Stephanie
examined the KY and asked what it was for. "To make it much more comfortable
for you," I told
her. "It will be easier for both of us if you kneel on all fours with your
head on the pillow." She
complied, and I squeezed a liberal dose of lubricant on to my forefinger
which I then inserted into
her anus. Another dollop went on to my glans, and all was ready. All this
time, Melanie had been
watching with interest.
I pointed the head of my penis at her now-lubricated orifice and pushed
gently. Her sphincter
remained solid and she winced in near-pain. "Try to push me out, as though
you are pooing," I
advised her. As with Melanie, the technique worked perfectly, and I felt her
sphincter relax to
accept my rock-hard manhood. When the glans was fully inserted, her
sphincter started to tighten
again. This gave me extra pleasure, but I knew that it was at the expense of
extra pain for her. I told
her that attempting to push me out might be her only way to relax the anal
muscle, and the advice
worked a second time.
Melanie had the idea of diddling Stephanie's clitoris, which made Stephanie
coo with delight and
her sphincter relaxed even further. I was able to slide my penis slowly all
the way in until my pubic
hair rested on her buttocks. I lay along her back, reached underneath and
stroked a nipple, leaving
her to get used to this invasion for a short while, then started pumping
slowly. The pain in her anus
had by this time given way to growing pleasure, and her mewing and cooing
returned. "Oh, don't
take it out," she cried. "Keep doing that please. It's the best feeling in
the world!" I was
experiencing a similar best feeling, and told her so. The combination of my
pumping penis and
Melanie's finger on her clitoris eventually sent Stephanie over the edge,
and she shuddered as she
experienced a fierce orgasm. A few drops of juice dripped from her vagina
into Melanie's hand;
Melanie licked it and wasn't at all put off by this new taste. Stephanie's
orgasm managed to send me
over the edge as well, and I started pumping my baby-batter into the depths
of her rectum. Her
reaction was the same as Melanie's had been, and she murmured that it was
like the time she had
been given an enema, which had been quite pleasant once she was used to it.
My penis softened and wilted. Having performed its primary function, I
slowly withdrew it. This
time, Caesar was asleep in his basket downstairs, so I used a tissue to
prevent the semen pouring
out on to the bed. I held the tissue to her bottom and told her to take over
and then to go and sit on
the toilet to expel the little present I had given her. She was still in
sexual euphoria, but did as I
asked.
When she returned, she said to Melanie, "That was a wonderful feeling. You
must try it." I decided
to release Melanie from her vow of silence and said, "She already has, but I
asked her to keep quiet
about it." But then I adjured them both to keep it a secret from anyone but
Geoff, since he already
knew what was likely to happen and had told her to enjoy it and not feel
guilty.
I was the one feeling a bit guilty in that Melanie had received only a small
amount of attention up
to now, but I knew that I was unlikely to be able to perform a second time
before they were too
sleepy to continue. So I promised her that she would receive the treatment
she desired very soon,
and then I tucked them both into bed, kissed them lovingly and watched them
settle down to sleep.
I switched their light off and retired to the bathroom to wash my penis,
which was looking
distinctly brown.
      *
Jackie returned home just before midnight, and I told her about the
evening's events. She became
quite animated when I got to the part about licking and penetrating
Stephanie's anus, and I sensed
that she wanted some of the same. She kissed me and suggested that we bath
together - the bath
was easily large enough to accommodate two standard-size adults. She tiptoed
into Melanie's
bedroom and kissed both sleeping girls, at which Stephanie stirred in her
dreams and sighed
quietly. Melanie was a heavy sleeper and gave no reaction.
In the bath, we washed each other, eagerly paying special attention to the
area of greatest interest.
Suspecting that my tongue would be required to perform a similar operation
to my earlier
excitement of Stephanie, I gently washed Jackie's brown circle, then coated
my index finger with
KY and inserted it even more gently into her rear passage.
"Mmm," breathed Jackie contentedly, "That feels lovely."
Resisting the temptation to follow my finger there and then with a phallic
suppository, I turned her
over and repeated the cleansing operation on her vagina. She was so relaxed
that I thought she
might be in danger of falling asleep, so I started soaping her breasts. She
sat up quickly and helped
me to finish the washing process I had started.
After drying each other, we indulged in the nightly ritual of teeth-cleaning
and bladder-emptying,
then climbed into bed. I had taken the tube of KY into the bedroom, placing
it on my bedside table.
No requirement for night-clothes here, I thought, they would just get in the
way. Jackie curled
herself into the foetal position, allowing me instant access to her shapely
bottom. I massaged her
rosebud with a wet finger, which resulted in her rising to a kneeling
position on all fours and
reminded me of my earlier treatment of Stephanie. Since this delicious
morsel had presented itself,
I took full advantage and kissed and licked the exposed beauty.
A murmur of satisfaction escaped Jackie, so for a second time that evening
my tongue traced the
path of glory between a clitoris and an anus, again stopping at the latter
and darting forward,
questing for an entrance. The customary physical resistance melted away, her
sphincter relaxed,
and my tongue sampled the delicious softness at the termination of her
alimentary canal. I felt as
though I had given her an electric shock, as a sudden surge caused her to
whimper with pleasure.
When I rose, she reached out towards my penis, gently pulling it in the
direction of the twin globes
that were her beautiful buttocks. "Put it in me where your tongue has just
been," she whispered, and
I needed no second bidding; the thought of rodding two beautiful bottoms in
one evening was
almost too good to be true. A quick application of KY to both transmitter
and receiver, and my
glans found its way to the target of the evening. A gentle push was all that
was required to effect a
first entrance into her rectum. There I paused to allow her sphincter to get
used to the invader.
She indicated her readiness to continue by reaching back and pulling me
further in, and my helmet
continued its journey into the far reaches of her bowels. That action
brought a louder cry of
pleasure, and I hoped that the sound hadn't woken the girls. As I soon
discovered, it hadn't, but the
sole remaining occupant of the house left his basket and came running up the
stairs, presumably
alarmed by the sound of a possible attack on his beloved mistress. He
stopped by the bed, verified
that she was in no danger, and sat down in expectation of a possible further
need for his services.
I continued to massage the inner lining of Jackie's rectum with the flange
of my glans. By this time
we were both heading towards a climax of pleasure, which culminated in my
applying a liberal
injection of seminal fluid to her bowels. Several earthquakes of about 7.5
on the Richter scale later,
my penis was spent. Caesar was ready for his clean-up operation, and he
jumped up on to the bed,
nuzzling his face to the area of conjunction between the toad and the hole.
As I pulled out, a tongue
resembling a large slice of bacon appeared and began the process of removing
the dripping semen
from Jackie's anus. This caused a further grunt of satisfaction from the
recipient of that rampant
tongue, and by the time Caesar had finished cleaning her she was still
enjoying a second wave of
anal titillation.
His responsibilities to his mistress fulfilled, Caesar turned towards me,
and he repeated the process
of ingesting the combination of semen and ordure from my once-proud weapon
which had taken
on the appearance of a slightly oversized cocktail sausage. His tongue was
so efficient that its
colour soon changed from a steaming brown to its original pinkish hue,
restoring my erection and
giving me considerable pleasure in the process. I thought that the actions
of this natural laundry-
man might have obviated the need for washing under running water, but I
decided not to take the
chance of a possible infection from Jackie's intestinal flora, and went to
the bathroom to perform
the required ablution.
Returning to the bedroom, I saw that Caesar had gone back downstairs to his
basket, and Jackie had
now adopted her favoured foetal attitude. I climbed into bed next to her,
cuddled her and we were
soon asleep.
      *
We suffered a rude awakening next morning by a pair of excitable moppets who
decided to jump
into bed with us, Stephanie on my side and Melanie on Jackie's. Neither had
retained a nightie, so
that the four of us were arrayed together as though in a naturist colony.
Despite the presence of a
tempting morsel cuddling me, I lay quietly in semi-consciousness while her
hand found its way
towards my pubic area. I didn't notice her head disappear beneath the
bedclothes, but I felt as
though I was floating as a pair of sweet lips folded themselves around the
head of my fast-erecting
fighting stick. To increase the attack on my heightened senses, her tongue
massaged all the way
around the periphery of the helmet. A delightful sucking sensation followed;
it wasn't long before
my penis gave Stephanie the early breakfast which she sought, and which
quickly found its way
down her digestive tract. She completed the wonderful blow-job by licking my
scrotum, which by
now had shrivelled to something resembling a large walnut. She hadn't done
this to me before, so I
knew that she and Melanie had been comparing notes again. I thought that we
had been so quiet
during Stephanie's ministrations that neither of the other two would notice,
but a knowing smile
from both of them told me I was wrong.
Jackie and I both yawned and stretched, indicating that bedtime was over.
Deciding that some
modesty was now needed, Jackie donned her dressing-gown and went downstairs
to prepare
breakfast.
The rest of the day was fairly routine and uneventful. We followed our usual
habit of walking with
Caesar in the woods, making sure this time to avoid any muddy areas,
although I secretly blessed
the mud that had been the catalyst for the previous day's delights. Jackie
had a performance that
evening, so I was left with the not very onerous chore of bathing the girls.
Of course, there was no
need for false modesty this time, and I decided to bath with them. To
nobody's surprise, the areas
most washed by all three of us started way below the umbilicus and ended way
above the knees,
then included an equivalent area on the reverse side of each body. It
occurred to me that these two
specimens of the ultimate in childhood beauty must have been the cleanest on
the planet.
Bathtime over, we repaired to the girls' bed and mutually cuddled for the
duration of their bedtime
story. This time, I denied my penis entry into any junior female orifice and
settled for giving two
gorgeous little snatches a thorough licking. I didn't notice any objection
from either, and although
neither reached a climax, both kissed me and then settled down quietly to
sleep.
Jackie's return completed a satisfactory day. Caesar welcomed her in his
usual manner, with a quick
sniff up her skirt. She looked almost dead on her feet, which didn't
surprise me as I had often been
to ballet performances and noted the extreme exertion of the dancers.
However, youth possesses
amazing powers of recovery, and after a snack and a short rest in an
armchair we were ready for
bed, with the expectation of more exertions of a different sort. I was
fortunate in that this young
lady, while not exactly a nymphomaniac, gave the impression that she was
training to be just that. I
was glad that she was on the pill, so that there was no requirement for the
more interesting products
of the London Rubber Company, better known as Durex Ltd, and which I hadn't
used for years. A
very energetic "normal" sexual episode ensured that we were both ready for
sleep. As I was drifting
off, I reflected that from the time of my tragic loss of Kate and Helen I
had never slept better than
in the recent few weeks since finding Jackie's handbag.
      *
The following day was a day off for the whole ballet company, having
completed a gruelling series
of performances. As Jackie told me, even the orchestral musicians were
knackered, despite the fact
that the most energetic had been the string players with their ever-sawing
bows. Also, Geoff
Holden had returned from a successful trip to Cornwall, all of his paintings
having been sold. He
was on such a high that I thought someone might have been plying him with
the illicit products of
the Colombian cartels, but he disdainfully remarked that he never used such
dangerous rubbish.
Stephanie, when he arrived, clung to him as though he were a long-lost
brother. At one point, he
looked at her quizzically and she shook her head slightly. "Not completely,"
she murmured, with a
cryptic glance at Melanie. I didn't need to ask the nature of his unspoken
question; I knew that he
and Stephanie would finish the conversation in private. I didn't have any
concerns that he would
react badly, remembering that Stephanie had told me that he had given her
his blessing to do
anything she pleased with us in the sexual arena.
We discussed a few things of minor importance, then it was time for Geoff
and Stephanie to go.
The girls had grown so used to each other's company over the last two days
that both were a little
tearful. I pointed out that it wouldn't be long before they saw each other
again, and that they needed
to get their thoughts into proportion. That was enough to mollify them, and
the last view I had of
Stephanie was a frantic wave of goodbye through their car's rear window.
      *
Life was a little quieter now that we were only three (plus one furry
creature). To compensate for
the absence of her soul-mate, Jackie and I took Melanie to the local zoo.
Although the weather was
fairly cold this close to Christmas, there were plenty of animals to see in
the open air as well as in
indoor cages. The monkey cages provided a special few seconds of
entertainment, as a pair of them
started doing what comes naturally. Melanie turned to us with a knowing
smile on her pretty face,
and I reflected that only a few weeks ago the same face would probably have
held a puzzled frown.
My little girl (I had by now begun to think of her by that description) was
certainly closer to
adulthood in her mind, although her body wouldn't be catching up for a few
years yet.
We arrived home in the evening after a fairly hectic day out. We had enjoyed
a meal at the zoo's
restaurant, so there was no need for any of us to endure the products of my
doubtful culinary
expertise. Instead, I bathed Melanie, noting that I was her de facto
wash-assistant now that the two
females were my new family. I can live with this chore for ever, I thought
to myself. I put Melanie
to bed in her birthday suit, which had by now become her preferred sleeping
attire. I read her a
story, and was about to tuck her in for the night when she asked, "When are
we going to have real
sex, Daddy?"
The effect on me was electric. I had thought that perhaps in her mind she
might have returned to a
standard little-girl life, doing whatever standard little girls do, and I
was loath to upset such a
charming existence with my own desires. But I had badly misjudged her - she
was turning into a
miniature sex-maniac! Nothing venture . . . ."Would you like to try now?" I
asked her.
She sat up eagerly. "Oh yes please!" she said. "What are we going to do?"
"Well, how about you making the choice?" I offered. "You have two body
entrances which I have
already christened, and one that I haven't"
"Oh goody," she said excitedly. "Let's do the other one." (The idea hadn't
occurred to me . . . !)
I warned her again that her virginity was something very precious, and that
she might like to wait a
bit longer. I might as well have been suggesting that she sprout wings and
fly, so adamant was she
that virginity had to go. I was the only person she wanted to take it, and
it had to be NOW!!
As she was saying this, Jackie walked in, having heard the last snippet of
conversation. "She might
need some help," opined Jackie. "Until you came along, she was completely
innocent of any
connection between desire and that area of her body." I suggested that such
a remark made me
sound like a dirty old man, and her reply was a laughing "Well, aren't you?"
Jackie fetched the KY and the tissues in case they were needed before and
afterwards respectively.
I decided that clothing was superfluous and inconvenient at this time;
Jackie agreed and we both
removed every stitch. To prepare Melanie for the impending defloration, I
laid her on her back with
her parted knees near her chest and stimulated her vaginal area with my
fingers and well-trained
tongue. I knew that the penetration of her hymen might cause some pain, and
I wanted to mitigate
that as far as possible. Jackie provided excellent assistance by stimulating
Melanie's nipples,
sucking one and diddling the other. While that was going on, I was licking
and sucking Melanie's
clitoris while using two fingers to massage the inner linings of both her
vagina and her rectum
simultaneously. I was rewarded with a small trickle of her natural vaginal
lubricant.
Then came the time for her maiden flower to open. To say that I was hard
would have been a
masterpiece of understatement; I felt as though my penis could break a
granite block. I positioned it
at the waiting entrance of her love tunnel and pushed slowly, just as I had
done when entering
Stephanie's anus. Maybe Melanie's vagina had learned to expand, or perhaps
it was because I did
not have the world's largest weapon, but I slid into her through the hymen
with remarkably little
effort. We fitted together like a hand in a glove, and it was not long
before I was slowly pumping in
and out. Her eyes glazed over and her breathing quickened. I could sense
that an orgasm was not
very far away and I kept up the pressure, with my pubic hair brushing
against her clitoris to add to
the stimulation.
Very soon the dam burst, her back arched and she bucked violently. Her eyes,
which hitherto had
been half-closed, opened wide and her mouth uttered an almost inaudible
groan. Her vagina
expanded and contracted, milking my rampant penis and precipitating my own
climax. I filled her
clutching tunnel with spurt after spurt of love fluid in my most exciting
experience for many a year
- it took me all the way back to the time when I lost my own virginity.
Jackie's face showed her
delight at her loving sister's tremendous enjoyment, and she treated me to a
long, lingering kiss
which added hugely to my own enjoyment.
Finally, I withdrew the instrument of Melanie's deflowering and Jackie was
ready with some tissues
to catch the escaping fluid. There wasn't much at this time, but I knew and
Jackie suspected that
Melanie had retained much of it within her reproductive apparatus, which
fortunately was nowhere
near mature enough to produce any eggs to be fertilised. Jackie fetched one
of her tampons and
inserted it to prevent any further outflow. Melanie at that moment was
completely incapable of
doing anything constructive, so we gently covered her with her bedclothes,
kissed her goodnight
and left her to sleep. When we retired early to our own bed, Jackie was
still on a vicarious high of
her own, but accepted her disappointment that there was no possibility of my
giving her a similar
offering that evening. We cuddled and went to sleep.
We awoke to see weak winter sunshine streaming through the window, because
we had forgotten to
close the curtains. No sign of Melanie - I wondered if I had done some
damage to her,
psychologically rather than physically. I opened her door and looked in. She
was awake and lying
quietly on her back just as we had left her twelve or so hours ago. When she
noticed me, she sat up
and said brightly, "Now I've had real sex, haven't I, Daddy." The
realisation that my lovely little
girl might now consider herself a woman was a little troubling to me, but
she jumped out of bed,
put her arms round me and said, "You're the best father in the world. I love
you lots, even if you're
not my real Daddy." Kissing the top of her head, I had to force tears of
emotion back whence they
came.
When Melanie and Stephanie finally got together again, I discovered that
Stephanie had beaten
Melanie to defloration by less than two hours. My first thought towards
Geoff at that time was
"Greedy bugger. I'll kill him." Then I phoned to congratulate him on his
success in both the
business and sex-education worlds.
I gave Melanie an early Christmas present - a new bicycle so that she could
make her own way to
Stephanie's house at weekends and in the holidays. No complaints from either
girl!
      *
It took Jackie and I less than two months to decide that marriage was our
most favourable option to
secure the future of the three of us. An eight-year age gap didn't seem to
bother her, and I was
certainly not about to complain. Shortly after her twenty-first birthday,
the wedding was a fairly
small affair, but still cost an arm and a leg. The two bridesmaids,
unsurprisingly, were Melanie and
Stephanie. I think the high point of the occasion for me was when Melanie
gripped my hand tightly
and whispered,  "Now you're my real Daddy."
The fairy story concept of "They lived happily ever after" is undoubtedly
just that: a fairy story, but
we had a wonderful time proving that it could sometimes be nearer to fact
than fiction, and I
managed to prove twice to Jackie that my gonads had not forgotten Nature's
original purpose. With
the arrival of the new additions, our sexual activity with Melanie and
Stephanie gradually reduced
to zero by mutual consent.
  * * * End of story * * * *
Well, that completes my first effort at writing erotic fiction, which in
earlier years might have been
described as a "Hong Kong bible," although I recall that such works of
dubious literary quality
usually included far more shags-per-paragraph than described above. I hope
that not too many
readers will consider my essay over-long, or that I have included padding
unnecessary to the
overall plot. Although it is the product of a wishful (lustful?) imagination
in its entirety, one feature
in the narrative reflects reality: my own life as an electronics technical
author. If a reader finds
that my style resembles a progress report in places, that is the reason.
I've tried to avoid employing
the dry technical language I'm used to, but I suspect that I haven't
succeeded everywhere. Some
grammar purists may take their blue pencils and mark areas of incorrect
grammar before applying
the observation: "4/10 - could do better." I am however reminded of a few
injunctions from one of
the English teachers of my schooldays: "A preposition is a bad word to end a
sentence with. And
you should avoid beginning a sentence with a conjunction. It's bad practice
to ungrammatically
split infinitives," and the list goes on for ever.
For readers outside my home country of UK, I must apologise for including
some phrases that may
have little significance in other countries, or which overseas readers will
know by a different title.
One such example is "council flat" which elsewhere might be described as an
apartment in a
building of social housing.
Just to reiterate the oft-quoted disclaimer, the story is exactly as I have
stated - fiction. I have never
met anyone who even remotely resembles any of the characters depicted, and I
have certainly never
porked a nine-year-old. As the years roll by, the opportunity, never very
far above zero, diminishes
at an alarming rate. Not sure if I fancy it anyway.
Any available constructive criticism of this piece, whether positive or
negative, would be "as
welcome as the flowers of spring" (tra-la).

Finally, I am aware that there may be a few flame-throwers infesting the
sewers of the internet, and
I would urge them to spend their time more profitably elsewhere. My in-box
has an asbestos lining,
but I do occasionally show some of the more ridiculous flames I see on the
net to members of my
literary circle, because some of them share my sense of humour and because
few of us can easily
understand the thought processes of a totally vacuous mind.