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.