I Love Scary Monsters (Chapters 1-5)

By Des Rathgit (M/b/g/g, M/F)

A gentle paedophile meets and seduces a young boy, then his elder sister.
Later, he meets and seduces another young girl, but ends up uniting two
families.

Chapter 1
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"Excuse me, may I sit here?" a little voice disturbed my reverie; it was a
young boy who was waiting at the seat next to where I was sitting on the end
of a row in the Imax cinema near Waterloo railway station in London.

"Sure you may," I replied. "But don't you have a parent somewhere?"

"I tagged on to a school party, but one boy told me to get lost," he said.
"I don't like that lot, but I'm scared to sit by myself. My Mum brought me
to the cinema but I saw her go somewhere with a man, and now I'm alone."

"Did your Mum just leave you here without anyone to look after you?" I
asked, surprised.

"She said she would be back soon. She told me to go and find a lady
attendant and to stay with her until she returns, but I didn't like to just
go and ask someone. They were all busy anyway."

"Well, you can stop worrying now. I won't leave you on your own and you can
stay with me until your Mum returns. My name's Andrew Clark, so you can call
me Andy - I don't go for the old-fashioned idea that children can't call
adults by first names. Tell me about yourself and your family."

"I'm Darren Saunders, I'm eight years old and I live in Aldershot. My sister
Cathy's ten and she's spending a few days with my Dad. He lives in
Yorkshire, but he only wants one of us to stay with him at a time; Cathy
will be coming home tomorrow. Mum and Dad aren't together any more. Mum
brought me to London for a treat, but I heard her talking on the phone to
someone and saying that she'd see him at the museum, so I guess it's not
only my treat. I didn't see where she went with him, and I don't know where
I'm supposed to meet her."

Aldershot is not far from London, and four miles from my own home town of
Fleet. I decided that, if his mother didn't turn up, I could tell the
information desk about Darren's mother and then take him home with me.

The 3-D film started; it was about sea-monsters of the deep, and probably a
bit scary for young children. So it proved; when a large mouthful of teeth
appeared to jump out of the screen and towards us, Darren grabbed hold of my
hand and buried his face in my chest.

"I didn't know it was going to be as frightening as this," he said. "Can I
sit on your lap?"

He climbed on to my lap and I cuddled him protectively. After a while I
rested the other hand in his lap, and when another particularly scary scene
appeared I felt a little movement there; he had raised an erection. I
ignored it for a long while, but towards the end of the film I playfully
stroked it for a few seconds and achieved an immediate reaction.

"Oh, don't stop, it feels lovely."

Never one to disappoint a child, I repeated the stroking and also gently
squeezed the small lump in his trousers. He drew a sharp breath. Thinking I
may have hurt him I asked him what was wrong.

"Nothing, it just felt even better than before."

I decided that nothing was to be gained by remaining outside his clothing,
so I slid my hand inside and took hold of his little penis, which I judged
to be about two inches long in its current stiffness. I could feel that it
was uncircumcised, and drew back the foreskin so that I could stroke his
miniature helmet. When my finger touched it, he gasped again.

"I need to wee," he said.

"OK, try to hold it in and we'll go to the toilet now."

We got up from our seats and made our way to the Gents' toilet, which was
empty because the film was in progress. I took Darren into a stall and
dropped his trousers and underpants. His erection had subsided, so I pointed
his little tool towards the pan, drawing back the foreskin. He started to
pee and I gently squeezed his dick, making him grunt as his erection
returned before he had finished peeing. When the flow stopped, I pulled a
piece of toilet paper from the dispenser and wiped the end.

As I did so, several people entered the toilet room, so I guessed that the
film was finished. We waited in silence until they had left, then we left as
well. We went downstairs to the foyer and had a drink in the café, waiting
for Darren's mother to show. While we were waiting, I asked him what his
interests were, and he replied "Aeroplanes."

After an hour with still no sign of his mother I decided to take him to
somewhere interesting, and asked him if he would like to visit the Science
Museum. "There are lots of aeroplane exhibits there. There are World War Two
fighters, Spitfire and Hurricane, hanging from the ceiling. And there are
lots of real aero engines to look at." His smile and shining eyes told me I
had hit the spot.

I went to the ticket desk and told one of the staff what had happened; she
called someone from the office who asked me to explain again. I left her
with my mobile phone number and my home address, and showed her my driving
licence to identify myself. I told her where I was taking Darren and then we
left to go to the Science Museum. When we arrived, we made our way to the
aircraft gallery on the top floor, and Darren's eyes lit up; most of his
conversation consisted of the word "Wow!"

We stayed there for two hours, by which time Darren wanted the toilet again,
so I took him into the nearest one. He wanted me to repeat what I had done
in the Imax cinema, so we went into a stall and I lifted the lid of the pan.
After lowering his clothing I pointed his tiny willy at the water, retracted
the foreskin and waited for him to pee.

Then I closed the lid, stood him on top and took hold of his cock again.

"Have you seen or touched anyone else's cock before?" I asked him.

"No, I've never even seen anyone else's."

"Have you ever had yours sucked?"

"No. Why would anyone do that? It must be nasty because I wee out of it."

"Oh no," I replied. "It will never be nasty. You have a lovely little cock
and I want to suck it. I can assure you that it will feel out of this
world."

I started sucking his little dick. I began with the foreskin covering the
glans, running my tongue over the pointed end of the foreskin, making him
squeak with joy. He pushed his dick further towards my mouth, and I
responded by taking in the whole shaft and scrotum with a strong sucking
motion. I could feel his legs shaking so much that he was almost collapsing.
I held on to his bottom to support him and as I did so I stroked his anus,
at the same time retracting his foreskin with the other hand. When I licked
and sucked his little helmet he did collapse, and I had to hold him tightly
to prevent him falling.

He squealed in his excitement, and I had to warn him to keep quiet in case
anyone else came in. Then I sat him on the seat.

"Can I see yours?" he asked. "I bet it's a big one."

I extracted my very erect weapon from behind the zipper. His eyes grew
wider.

"Gosh, I don't know if I can get it in my mouth, it's enormous."

It wasn't, but I preferred to leave him with the illusion. At just under six
inches, it's right on the line which is claimed to be the national average,
but to this young boy with his little two-incher, it must have seemed huge.

"Don't worry if you can't get it all in your mouth. The main thing is to
suck the end, that's where it's most sensitive, like yours."

I was treated to the most exquisite feeling I had experienced for a very
long time. My live-in girlfriend had recently departed for pastures new, so
I was suffering withdrawal symptoms due to lack of sex. This young man had a
wonderful way of licking, sucking, then licking again which took me near the
edge of ejaculation several times.

"You do this wonderfully well," I told him. "Are you sure you haven't done
it with anyone else?"

"No, never," was the reply. I decided that he had a natural talent.

Then he asked me "Can you get spunk?"

"Of course," I replied. "So will you when you're older."

"I'd love to taste it. A boy at school told me it tastes nice and if I
swallow it my willy will grow big. He said he'd sucked his Dad's cock and
his Dad shot spunk into his mouth. Would you do that for me?"

"OK, keep sucking and it will come out soon."

He took another three inches of cock into his mouth and started sucking very
hard, licking the end. I was in heaven, and very soon I felt the familiar
feeling in my groin.

"It's coming now," I told him, and I withdrew slightly so that only the
helmet was in his mouth. I shot several bursts of jizz on to his tongue, and
he swallowed the lot. Then I showed him how to extract the last few drops,
rather like milking a cow. Each time he fetched another drop, he licked it
off the end.

"Well, what did you think of it?" I asked him.

"It tastes a bit salty, but not bad. I hope it will make my willy grow big."
I didn't contradict this old wives' tale (or more likely it was an old
paedophile's tale).

I put my penis back in its hiding-place and pulled Darren's underpants and
trousers up. We went downstairs to where there was a space-ride simulator
which Darren wanted to try. We both sat in the simulator and were
transported to a space station, seeing the earth from space. Darren's
excitement increased, and by the time the show was over, he was red-faced
and sweating. "Gosh, I've never seen anything so exciting," he said.

He was feeling tired after that, so I decided to take him home with me. I
went to the information desk and told the receptionist what I was about to
do, gave her my address and phone number and said that they might hear from
Darren's mother before long, although she might get all the information she
needed from the Imax office. We made our way to my car and I drove home,
expecting to receive a call on my mobile phone at any moment, but none came.
Arriving at my house, I took Darren indoors and sat him at my computer while
I cooked an evening meal for both of us.

After dinner, we sat in the lounge watching television; Darren decided that
he wanted to sit on my lap, and I duly obliged. He told me that he liked the
way I had played with his willy earlier.

"I hope you won't tell anyone that we had played with each other's willies,"
I told him. "I could get into very serious trouble if anyone else finds out
about it."

"I know; Cathy told me about that. But you make me feel so good, so why is
it wrong?"

"It's wrong because it's against the law for an adult to do things like that
with a child. The problem is that nobody seems able to distinguish between
someone like me who only wants to give you pleasure, and someone who would
want to hurt you. I can't expect you to understand all that, I have
difficulty understanding it myself. But if you tell anyone, I'll almost
certainly go to prison."

"I won't tell a soul, not even my best friend. Do you mind if I tell Cathy?"

"That depends on whether or not she might tell your Mum."

"She won't. She and I play 'doctor' together sometimes and I don't think
she's ever told Mum."

"OK," I said, "but only Cathy. If anyone else finds out, I'm dead. Now, rest
a while until your Mum contacts us."

He leaned back against my chest and I saw his little peter start to rise. I
slid my hand under his pants until I reached the little erection and rubbed
it up and down, to delighted murmurs from Darren. While I was doing this the
phone rang, and it was his mother. She was very apologetic that I had been
put to so much trouble by her unscheduled actions.

"Thank you so much for looking after Darren," she said. "The man I met took
me to see his boss, and as a result I have a much better job now than
before, but on the way back his car broke down on the motorway and it took
ages for anyone to come and fix it. Then I went to the Imax to find Darren
and a lady there told me about you. She said you had given her positive
identification, so it was unlikely that I would have anything to worry
about. She phoned the Science Museum for me and they told her that you had
taken him home with you. So I came home."

"I think Darren had the idea that you were being entertained by the man you
were meeting. He was getting worried that he might not see you again."

"Oh, I see. He does worry a bit about me now that his Dad has moved away.
Anyway, I'm home now."

"OK, we'll be there soon. He's certainly very tired."

I drove Darren to his home. His mother invited me in for a coffee, and after
Darren had gone upstairs to get ready for bed, she introduced herself as
Avril Marchant. I realised that she and Darren's father hadn't been married;
she understood what I was thinking and confirmed it.

"This way, we didn't have to suffer the slings and arrows of the divorce
court," she said. "Bob pays maintenance for the two children, but being a
company director he can afford it. He probably manages to put it on expenses
anyway." I recalled that my accountant had mentioned to me that such things
are closely scrutinised by the Inland Revenue and it's almost impossible to
get away with it, but I didn't contradict her.

She asked me to remain for a few minutes while she put Darren to bed, and
when she came back she told me that Darren wanted me to say goodnight. We
both went upstairs to Darren's room, where he cuddled me tightly and asked
me to kiss him goodnight.

"I do want to see you again, Andy. Will you come and see me soon?"

"Sure I will. I'll take all three of you out for a treat this weekend if
your mother agrees."

We went downstairs again after tucking him up in bed.

"You've found a number one fan, Andy. He's needed a father figure for a
while now."

"I'm not sure about being a father figure, but we get along very well and
seem to enjoy the same things. He was fascinated by the exhibits in the
Science Museum, especially the aeroplanes. He wanted to know all about how a
jet engine works, and I was able to help him in understanding the principles
involved. What are Cathy's main interests in life?"

"She's very interested in music. She's having piano lessons and she's always
reading about the classical composers, although she does listen to pop music
as well. But her radio is nearly always tuned to Classic FM."

I looked around the room for a piano, but couldn't see one. I asked Avril
about it.

"She is able to practice on a piano at school during dinner-breaks, but now
that school has broken up for the summer I'm thinking of getting one but I
don't know what sort to buy."

I suggested one like my own, a Clavinova with weighted keys which give a
similar touch to an acoustic piano. I told her that they were obtainable for
reasonable prices on auction sites such as Ebay.

"In the meantime," I told Avril, "Cathy would be welcome to use my piano.
She can put the headphones on and nobody will hear her making mistakes as
she practices."

Avril agreed that Cathy would be very happy to do that, then she decided to
tell what happened when she left Darren at the Imax. She had spoken to one
of the ticket-sales staff and asked her to look after Darren for a short
while until she returned, but the girl she spoke to had agreed and then had
gone off duty a few minutes later. That had left Darren not knowing what to
do, so he used his initiative and tacked on to a school party, albeit
unsuccessfully. Then he had found me and 'everything fell into place', as
she put it.

After a few more minutes of chat, I decided that it was time to go home. I
had an early appointment next morning, and my customer was a stickler for
time-keeping. Avril already had my home address and phone number; I noted
hers and we exchanged e-mail addresses.

Chapter 2
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The following Thursday afternoon, I sent Avril an e-mail and suggested that
I could fulfil my promise about a weekend treat. Thorpe Park, near Staines,
was the venue I suggested. A few minutes later the phone rang. Avril was
very sorry but she had to be away all Saturday and Sunday; her new job paid
very well but was very demanding, and this weekend she had to leave on
Friday evening. She had been intending to ask her mother to have the
children for the weekend, but it meant quite a long drive to Portsmouth and
back. I quickly suggested that there was a spare room at my home where they
could sleep if she didn't mind them sleeping in the same room.

"I couldn't put you to all that trouble. They can be as demanding as my new
job if you're not careful."

"I'm sure you know that kids all over the world will act in the same way if
you let them, but I have no intention of spoiling them. I don't know Cathy
yet, but I'm prepared to meet her on equal terms if allowed."

"Well, you will certainly be doing me a very big favour. Would you come over
here for tea this evening? You can meet Cathy and decide if you're
compatible."

I thought that was an excellent idea, so I said I would be there at about
four o'clock, when I had done the necessary work on my customer's program. I
arrived there just before the appointed hour and when Avril opened the front
door I was hit by a small human projectile named Darren. He cuddled me
fiercely and told me he had been looking forward to this day since the
previous weekend when I had last seen him. I felt somewhat flattered that I
now had an eight-year-old fan, and said that I was looking forward to
meeting his sister as well.

We went into the lounge, where an incredibly pretty young girl sat watching
the TV. Avril introduced her as Cathy, and I could immediately see the
likeness to her mother. Although she was only ten years old, she was
starting to develop a womanly shape; her budding nipples were making little
tents on the front of her blouse and her legs below her mini-skirt looked
like those of a ballet dancer. Her face was what I could only describe as
stunning; so much so that I thought she might have an immediate future as a
child model. When I managed to get Avril alone for a few minutes I asked her
if she had considered such a career for Cathy.

"Someone else asked me that a few months ago," she replied. "He was a
professional photographer and he took some sample portraits of her, but for
some odd reason they didn't turn out too well. He said he would have another
try in the summer, but it's summertime now and I haven't heard any more from
him."

"Plenty of time before autumn," I said. "In the meantime, I hope I can
relieve you of some of the burden of looking after two lovely children."

Cathy had obviously heard of my plans for their entertainment on Saturday,
and she was getting very excited. It occurred to me that if I treated her as
my own daughter she would probably respond in a suitable manner. What I
didn't know was that she had a mind of her own and had very definite ideas
about how I should treat both of them; ideas that she had shared with Darren
exclusively.

After tea, we played some card-games; I tried to teach them how to play
cribbage, and Darren was very quick on the uptake. He was soon evaluating a
hand, saying "Fifteen-two, fifteen-four and a pair's six," which baffled
Cathy at first. She eventually caught on, so that we were able to play a
three-hand game.

I stayed until Darren's bed-time; he again insisted that I kiss him
goodnight and tuck him in bed. That brought a knowing smile from Avril, who
suggested that I should take him upstairs by myself as if I were his Dad.
Darren's face betrayed his pleasure at this idea; he had already decided
that I was a satisfactory substitute father. I took him upstairs and watched
him undress, noting that his little willy was completely flaccid. He looked
down at it and smiled at me. I kissed it, sucked it quickly and then told
him quietly that I would play with it another time; he nodded his agreement.

He washed his face, cleaned his teeth and then I helped him into bed. He
asked me to read him a story, which I did while cuddling him. I could see
his eyelids drooping, and finished the story quickly. I tucked him in and
kissed him goodnight, then went downstairs.

Avril told me that she had to leave by five o'clock the next day so as to
arrive at work in time to meet her boss's chauffeur. She said that she would
be travelling in style, in a limousine with two directors and a senior
manager, and she was very much looking forward to it. She had obviously
landed on her feet in this job, and intended to make the most of her new
career. I said I could help her by taking care of the children when she had
to be away in this manner, for which she was very grateful.



Chapter 3
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The next day, I appeared at her house at four o'clock again to see a very
rushed mother and excited children. She said they were tending to get in her
way somewhat, so I offered to take them immediately. She smiled and thanked
me, handed me a suitcase containing their clothes and other necessities,
then she kissed them goodbye and dashed off to complete her preparations for
the weekend trip.

I drove home with two kids in the car; Avril had lent me the two booster
seats required by law for children below a certain age or height. Darren
didn't mind, but Cathy made a face when I insisted that she use the booster
seat. I told her that if the police saw her without it, I would be the one
in trouble and she would be the cause of a fine for me and points on my
driving licence. She was reasonable enough to understand the situation and
made no more complaint. I privately awarded myself one power-point, and
hoped that it would be the last for either of us.

I showed them to their bedroom, bringing the suitcase upstairs and
depositing it on one of the twin beds. Rather than start laying down the
law, I let them decide between them who would have which bed, which drawer
in the dressing-table and which side of the wardrobe to hang their outer
garments. While Darren went to the toilet I reminded Cathy that they might
be staying here quite often, expressing the hope that we would all get on
well together.

"Oh, I'm sure we will," said Cathy with a smile. "I know you won't have any
trouble from my brother."

"Does that mean I might from you?" I asked warily.

"Don't know yet, do we?" mysteriously.

I started to think that I might have made a mistake in inviting both of the
children; perhaps I should have stuck with Darren and left Avril to decide
Cathy's weekend. Cathy must have sensed my concern and she smiled brightly.

"We're both looking forward to tomorrow though. I'm sure we'll all have a
lovely time."

"OK. I think we should go for a walk before tea-time to work up an appetite.
You two can play on the swings in the park."

Darren returned as I was saying this, and he expressed his approval with one
word: "Cool."

So out we went. I took them for a fairly brisk walk and when I noticed that
Darren was tiring I cut it short and made for the children's playground,
giving him a piggy-back for the last quarter of a mile. He managed to
recuperate amazingly quickly when he saw the playground, and I thought that
his tiredness might not have been all that it appeared to be. They played
hard for half an hour, then we made our way home. I fetched meals from the
freezer for the three of us, put them in the microwave and while they were
cooking we all had a wash, much to Darren's disgust. "Sure," I said. "Only
dirty people have to wash, and you're not a dirty people, are you?" A
chuckle from Cathy drove the point home.

After tea we sat down to watch the evening news. The children also watched
their favourite programme afterwards, while I went into my computer room to
catch up on my e-mails and other work-related functions. Two little pairs of
feet scampering into the office told me that the soap opera was finished,
and now it was time for bath and bed for Darren.

"What normally happens at bath-time?" I asked Darren. "Does your Mum
supervise, or do you look after yourself?"

"Mum has to wash him, else he stays dirty," said Cathy with a grin, and
received a punch on the arm from the boy himself.

"But I don't mind if you wash me," he said. "Dad often did when he bathed us
together."

Cathy looked daggers at Darren; I noticed and decided to preserve her
dignity. "I won't insist on that," I told them. "Cathy's growing up, and I'm
sure she'd rather keep her privacy." I think that was the moment when my
relationship with Cathy settled to one of friendship rather than
competition. She smiled sweetly and thanked me.

I ran the bath for Darren, watched him as he undressed without any
self-consciousness, and then took him into the bathroom. Cathy decided that
she wanted to stay with us, and Darren made no objection. I bathed him with
Cathy watching, and I made no effort to play with his little tool. I told
him to wash it himself and when he looked surprised, I just winked at him
and mouthed the word "Later." Then I took him out of the bath, dried him and
told him to don his pyjamas.

"Do I have to wear them?" he asked. "I never do at home, but Mum thought
that I should bring them in case you expected me to wear them."

"I agree with you," I said. "I never wear them myself."

That brought a smile from Cathy. "I don't either," she said. I felt a small
stirring in my nether regions at that remark, but managed to control my
burgeoning erection.

I read Darren a story from one of the books he had brought with him, then
settled him down for the night. I tucked him in and kissed him goodnight,
then Cathy and I went downstairs. I sat on the settee in the lounge and
Cathy sat next to me. "Darren thinks you're the most wonderful man in the
world," she said. "He told me so when I got home from Yorkshire."

"I think he's a lovely lad too," I replied. "I'm growing very fond of him."

Then I told her about the trip to Thorpe Park the next day. I told her that
it was a sort of mini-Disneyland, and primarily designed for the
entertainment of children. We would be driving there in the morning after
breakfast and we would have our lunch there. I could see her anticipation of
a great time, and I realised that, although a budding woman, she was still
enough of a girl to enjoy children's entertainment.

I had noticed when she unpacked her case that she had brought her music with
her, so I suggested that she could use the remaining time before bed to
practice on my piano.

"Are you sure you can stand the noise?" she asked with a grin. I showed her
how to use the headphones and assured her that I wouldn't hear a thing. She
spent over an hour practicing, and I was amazed at the application of this
young girl - most children wouldn't survive more than a few minutes.

Finally, I sent her up to bath and bed. True to my word, I left her to bath
herself and waited until I heard her come out of the bathroom before going
upstairs and knocking quietly on her bedroom door.

"Let me know if you want anything before bedtime," I told her. "Do you want
a hot drink?"

"No thanks, I've just cleaned my teeth."

"OK then, I'll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams."

I returned downstairs and spent a couple of hours on the computer before
turning in to my own bed.

Chapter 4
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Next morning we were all up bright and early, so I cooked breakfast for the
three of us. Then we climbed into the car and off we went to Thorpe Park. We
all had an exciting but very tiring time there, and at the end of the day
both children slept all the way home in the car. Arriving home, I decided
that they had had enough entertainment for one day and that it was bedtime.
There was no argument from either.

I ran the bath for Darren and lifted him in; Cathy decided to join us 'as an
observer', as she put it.

After washing Darren's upper parts and his legs, I said that he could wash
his willy himself, mindful that Cathy was watching. But Cathy, to my
surprise, insisted that their Mum always washed it for him and that I should
do the same. So he stood up, and as I retracted his foreskin he started to
sport an erection.

"He always does that too," said Cathy with a little chuckle. Darren looked
slightly embarrassed, but then Cathy surprised me by taking hold of his
erect penis and wanking it back and forth. "He loves this," she said, and
Darren responded by putting his arm around Cathy's neck and giving her a
kiss.

"Do you think I'm awful doing this?" asked Cathy.

"No," I replied. "I think children should learn everything there is to know
about each other's bodies. The Victorian concept of dirty thoughts is alien
to me."

"Oh, I'm glad you said that. Mum thinks the same way as you, but Dad's very
straight-laced, and won't allow any 'dirty talk' as he calls it. When he
used to bath us together, he wouldn't touch our willies, and told us to do
them ourselves."

I told Darren to turn round so that I could wash his bottom-hole. I soaped
my finger and carefully inserted it to the first knuckle, with Cathy looking
on with great interest. "Mum never does that," she said. "Does it hurt,
Darren?" she asked.

"No, it feels nice. Can you put it in a bit further?" he asked.

I started pumping my finger in and out of his rectum and he almost purred
with pleasure. His erection grew bigger and I stroked the glans a few times,
making him quiver once more. Cathy was starting to become aroused; I
surreptitiously watched her face as she struggled to maintain her composure.
Her face became flushed and in my peripheral vision I saw her hand move to
the area between her legs.

Rather than start a full-scale sex session, I gradually reduced the anal and
penile stimulation I was giving Darren. I made sure of not looking directly
at Cathy so as to avoid embarrassing her, and when I finally deposited
Darren in the water again she had removed her self-exciting hand and was
looking her usual demure self.

Finally, I lifted Darren out of the water, dried him and took him into his
bedroom. Cathy joined us and sat on her bed as I put Darren into his bed. He
looked about to fall asleep, so I decided to forego the story; I just tucked
him in and kissed him goodnight, for which I received an incomprehensible
murmur. Cathy and I went downstairs and we sat together on the settee again.
This time she held my hand.

"When I have my bath, will you wash me like you did with Darren?"

That question hit me like a punch in the groin. Here was a young girl asking
me to touch her girlie bits, making me feel as though my birthday, Christmas
and all other public holidays had come at the same time. "Are you sure?" I
asked her. "It means that I will see you in your birthday suit. Most girls
your age would prefer to keep themselves private."

"I asked Mum what I should do, and she told me that if I wanted you to touch
me there it was all right with her. She said that you're a very kind man and
you would be very gentle with me. I do want you to touch me between my legs
and in my bottom like you did with Darren. Dad wouldn't even consider
bathing me after my breasts started growing."

I put an arm round her and pulled her closer to me. I felt a sudden desire
to give her all the sexual pleasure I could, and that desire was immediately
reflected in my lower regions. Cathy noticed the growing lump in my
trousers. "It looks as if you do want to bath me," she said with a smile.

We sat and cuddled for a few minutes, saying nothing. I was stroking her
hair and the back of her neck as her breathing accelerated. Then I said,
"I'll go and run your bath. You can decide whether you want me to bath you
or not. Whatever you decide, I'll go along with it."

I went upstairs, cleaned the bath out after Darren's ablutions, then ran
another bath for Cathy. While I was testing the water temperature, Cathy
came in with just a towel around her. I looked at her and she dropped the
towel, revealing the most beautiful body I had ever seen. Her breasts were
small hillocks topped with smaller nipples, each surrounded by a pink
areola. My gaze travelled down to her vulva which was starting to grow a few
dark hairs between the lips. She noted my strong interest and had the grace
to blush. My cock responded in the usual way and I was completely unable to
conceal the fact.

She smiled and said, "I'm glad your willy is interested. I'm looking forward
to feeling it everywhere. Darren told me that he loved the taste of your
semen, although he called it 'spunk'. Anyway, I'm sure I'll enjoy it as
well."

That statement almost made me ejaculate there and then, but I managed to
keep a degree of self-control. Cathy stepped into the bath and sat down.
"Please wash me everywhere," she said with a lovely smile, "Especially in
the places of interest."

I started as I had with Darren, washing the innocuous places first. Then I
asked her to lie back and spread her legs so that I could wash her beautiful
little quim. With a soapy finger I stroked the outer lips as I watched her
face. Her eyes were closed and her breathing regular but slightly faster
than normal. As I moved my finger to her clitoris I felt it grow harder and
I saw it appear from its small prepuce. I kept one finger stimulating it and
with the other hand I placed a finger at her vagina. When I pushed it in
gently, another deep sigh told me that I was in the right place. I increased
the stimulation of her clitoris; her breathing became much faster and more
ragged, and I noticed that she was on the verge of an orgasm. Then she
shuddered, her back arched as she pushed her vagina against my finger and
her legs opened wide. A little fart escaped her anus, which I took to be an
indicator that her muscle control was temporarily reduced. That brought her
down to earth, and she looked acutely embarrassed, but I merely kissed her
and said that she could do anything she wanted - it was OK with me.

She reminded me that I hadn't yet done her bottom, so I asked her when she
last had a poo, and she replied that it was only an hour ago. She stood up
and bent herself almost double. Her little anus beckoned to me, and as I had
for Darren, I soaped a finger and inserted it gently. She gasped as she felt
it enter her rectum, and when I started gently pumping it in and out she
mewed with pleasure.

"Oh, I can understand why Darren loved you doing this. It feels wonderful;
I'm looking forward to you putting your willy into me. Darren said that it's
huge, so I might not be able to get it inside my vagina or my bottom."

"I'm afraid that Darren was comparing it with his own, which is very small
at the moment. Of course, his is going to grow much bigger, perhaps bigger
than mine, but mine isn't more than average size. I doubt if you'll have
much trouble with it."

I sat her down in the bath again to rinse that places I had just soaped.
Then I helped her out of the bath and she asked me to dry her. Just before
drying her I stroked one of her nipples and then sucked it. She pressed my
face further into her chest as I sucked, and I couldn't help stroking her
outer cunt-lips. She asked me if we could go to my bed, as Darren was fast
asleep and she didn't want to wake him. I took her to my bedroom, then asked
her to wait while I had a pee. I did so and then washed my cock to avoid any
nasty taste in Cathy's mouth if she decided to give me a blow-job. When I
returned to the bedroom she was lying under the duvet with a smile of
anticipation on her lovely face.

I started to undress while she watched me. As I removed my boxers, my now
very erect penis bobbed up and she gasped. "Surely yours can't just be
average," she said. "What must a big one look like then?"

"You can see some of them on the internet one day if your Mum allows it.
They really are huge - eight or nine inches long and twice the diameter of
mine."

"In that case, I'm glad yours isn't as big as that. It would really hurt
Darren and me. He wants you to put it in his bottom as well, he told me."

"I'm a bit concerned about that. Your Mum more or less gave you permission
to take mine, but that is normal heterosexuality, albeit a bit strange if I
put it in your bottom. But if I do that to Darren, she may think I'll turn
him into a gay boy and she may object."

"Not likely. She knows you sucked his willy in London. I told her, and she
was very happy that he has someone like you as a friend. She said he will
only turn gay if his jeans make him that way, but I don't understand what
wearing jeans has to do with it."

Her Mum was referring to his genes, I explained, those microscopic bits of
DNA that decide his personality, among other things.

Then I got on to the bed with her and she took my penis in hand. "It's
really lovely," she said. "I'd like to suck it if that's OK with you."

Nobody else had ever described my cock as lovely, but I happily accepted her
compliments. I reversed my position with her so that my cock was at her
mouth and her snatch was next to mine. She started sucking my helmet and I
licked the outer lips of her quim, making the hairs damp so that they lay
flat on the skin. She parted her legs a little, and I saw the clitoral hood
exposed, so my tongue made its way there. She gave a little squeak and
parted her legs much wider, exposing her vaginal entrance which was slick
with her lubricating juices.

I started to suck her clitoris which was making an appearance from its
protective hood. In response, she took more of my penis into her mouth and
she licked the outer rim of my glans. I replaced my tongue with a massaging
finger on her clit, then progressed down to her vagina. My tongue made an
entrance; I saw that the hymen was missing and remembered that she had told
me she had recently sat down on her bicycle saddle rather abruptly and found
her willy bleeding afterwards.

Soon after stimulating her vagina, I lifted her legs so that her thighs were
touching her abdomen, giving me complete access to her anus. As soon as I
started licking it, she bucked and shuddered; she removed my penis from her
mouth and told me that my tongue felt wonderful on her bottom. I asked her
to bear down as though she was doing a big poo, and when her anus opened I
inserted my tongue. Her immediate reaction was to squeal much louder than
before, and I reminded her that Darren was asleep.

"I'm not asleep," came a little voice from the bedroom door, which I hadn't
bothered to close. I looked up and there he was, watching us.

"Please don't hurt Cathy," he said in a worried voice.

"He's not hurting me, Darren," replied Cathy. "He's making me feel
wonderful, just as he did for you in London and in the bath. You remember he
made you squeal with pleasure as well."

"Come and join us," I said to him. "You're out of bed now, so you may as
well enjoy the same things that Cathy is enjoying."

Grinning hugely, he jumped on to the bed with us. Cathy took hold of his
little cock and started to suck it, which brought a delighted squeak from
him. While she was sucking his cock I stroked his anus and then licked it,
which made him squeak again. "Oh, that's lovely," he said. "I've heard that
if you love someone you put your willy in their bottom. I'd love to have
yours in my bottom."

I turned to Cathy to ask her opinion, but before I could speak, she said, "I
know he wants you to do it."

"There's a bottle of baby oil in the bathroom cabinet. Would you fetch it
please, Cathy."

While she was fetching it, I laid Darren on his back with his legs against
his abdomen, just as I had earlier with Cathy. She returned and I poured
some oil into my hand and gave my cock a liberal coating. Then I rubbed my
helmet against his anus while pouring more oil into the gap between the two.
Finally, I asked Darren to bear down so that his bottom would open up, and I
very gently started to insert my helmet. I warned him that if he didn't keep
bearing down it would probably hurt until his bottom was used to it, so he
continued, allowing my penis deeper and deeper access. When the helmet was
fully inserted I paused to rest.

"Keep trying to push it out, Darren," I said. "Then let go a little bit at a
time until it stops hurting."

His penis was completely flaccid by this time, as he was concentrating on
the thing invading his bottom. Cathy noticed this and retracted his
foreskin, then licked his helmet. The response was immediate - his cock
erected to its full two inches. His anus relaxed involuntarily and I was
able to slide my penis in a further three inches. His hand reached round to
my buttock and he left me in no doubt that he wanted full penetration. I
pushed in all the way until my pubic hair was tickling his little scrotum,
then I started to pump him; small and slow movements at first, gradually
increasing stroke length as he became more and more excited. Cathy sucked
his cock again and I reached behind her to stroke her anus, then further
down to her vagina.

I couldn't keep this up much longer; I was soon feeling the old familiar
pre-ejaculation sensation around my loins and I started to anoint his
bowels. "Ooh, that feels wonderful," he said. "I can feel your spunk pumping
into my bottom."

A sense of accomplishment flowed through me; I had given a young boy his
first buggering. I continued to pump my penis into him as the fluid
continued to coat the lining of his rectum. As my semen store became
exhausted, I stroked his cheek. He took my finger into his mouth and started
sucking it - I realised that it was the finger which had been stroking
Cathy's anus and vagina. He must have realised it as well and he said "I can
taste Cathy's willy on your finger. It's lovely." Cathy smiled and kissed
him on the lips. He put his arms round her and whispered that he loved her.

At last my erection subsided and I removed my penis from Darren's bottom. I
was not at all surprised to see a brown coating on it, so I carried Darren
to the toilet and then went into the bathroom to wash off the shit from my
cock. Darren said he wanted to keep my spunk inside his bottom, but I told
him that it would probably leak out in the night if he didn't get rid of it
now. He realised that it wouldn't be very comfortable to sleep on, so he
complied.

I returned to my bedroom and climbed into bed with Cathy, who observed to me
that I now had a clean cock. Soon, Darren appeared at the door and asked if
he could sleep with us. I had no hesitation, and called him in. He got back
into bed and I had the wonderful experience of sleeping between a young boy
and a young girl. I reached over to my bedside lamp and switched it off; we
all cuddled each other and went to sleep.

Chapter 5
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I awoke next morning to find a small hand and mouth on my morning erection
and a finger stroking my anus - it was Cathy who decided that she wanted her
share of my anatomy. Darren was still asleep, so I lifted the duvet and
whispered, "If you keep doing that you won't need any breakfast, you'll be
full up."

A little giggle sounded from below, but the sucking and rubbing continued.
It wasn't long before my loins gave up trying to resist ejaculating, and I
gushed a goodly quantity of my love-juice into her waiting mouth. I felt her
licking the last few drops from the glans, so I assumed that she had enjoyed
my seminal offering. She came up from below and rested her head on the
pillow with mine, and I kissed her on her lips, tasting my own semen in the
process. I reached down and caressed her vulva, then behind to stroke her
anus. With that, we both fell asleep again.

I awoke later to see that Darren was the first to give any sign of life. He
jumped out of bed with a full erection and dashed to the toilet. I heard
some farting sounds coming from that direction and when he returned he said
that he had expelled some more of the semen I gave him the previous night.

"There must have been ever such a lot," he said with a giggle. Then, with a
fair imitation of the legendary Oliver Twist, he pointed his bottom at me,
spread the cheeks with his hands and said, "Please Sir, I want some more." I
heard a laugh from behind me; Cathy was awake. I gave Darren a gentle slap
on the buttocks and got out of bed to go to the toilet, with my own erection
pointing the way. I didn't close the toilet door and when I turned round,
there were two little faces and two little naked bodies watching me.

I put an arm around each and said, "What are we going to do on this fine
sunny Sunday morning, kiddies?"

Cathy held my hand and reminded me that I hadn't put my penis inside her
yet, apart from her mouth. "Plenty of time for that this evening," I told
her.

"But Mum will be returning this evening," she said in alarm. "Can't we do it
now?"

"You drained me an hour or so ago, remember? I doubt if I'll be able to
perform before lunchtime."

She fretted for a few seconds and then accepted that she wasn't going to get
any sex in the immediate future. We went to our respective bedrooms to get
dressed, then downstairs for breakfast. I decided that, in the absence of
any better suggestions, we would go to the park playground so that the
children could use up some of their surplus energy while I relaxed and
supervised.

When we reached the park after a longish walk, there were several children
playing on the swings and other equipment. Cathy was surprised to see Wendy
Hinton, one of her school chums. The girl explained that she lived nearby
but went to school in Aldershot because her Dad was in the Army. The two
played together to the partial exclusion of Darren, who looked a bit miffed
at this development. I called him over and said I would take him to the
ice-cream van and buy a cornet for each of us.

"How about Cathy and Wendy?" he asked. He was obviously not short on
loyalty.

I asked him to go and tell Cathy that we were going for ice-creams, and that
I would buy one for Wendy if she wanted one. He went to talk to them and
both girls returned; we all went to the van and soon there were sounds of
slurping the melting white fluid amid much amusement. I asked Wendy what her
father did in the army and she said he was in "Ganneestan" at the moment,
but hoped to be home by Christmas. I felt uneasy for her sake, but didn't
mention it. Wendy was in the same class at school as Cathy but looked
younger, although I realised that Wendy looked much like any other
ten-year-old; it was Cathy who appeared to be a couple of years older.

After a while I looked at my watch and noticed that it was nearly
lunch-time, so I told the children to finish whatever game they were playing
and we would walk home. Cathy asked if Wendy could come to lunch with us and
I said that she would be welcome if her Mum approved. We walked home via
Wendy's house, met her mother Grace and I introduced myself and the Saunders
children. After exchanging addresses and phone numbers I obtained permission
to take Wendy home with us.

Over lunch, we all chatted about our own personal histories. Wendy said that
she was an only child, her mother had been in hospital recently for an
operation and couldn't have any more children. "She has to go to hospital
next week for keemo-something," said Wendy.

"Do you mean chemotherapy?" I asked.

"That's right," said Wendy. "What does it mean?"

"I hope it means that she will be getting better soon," I told her
carefully, not wanting to mention the dreaded C-word. "But she will probably
be feeling tired after it, so she will need as much help as you can give
her. Where did you stay while she was in hospital?"

"With my Gran in Farnborough, but she has to go away next week as well. Mum
hasn't told me where I will be staying."

I decided that I could probably help out there, and suggested that Wendy
might stay with me if her Mum was happy with the idea. I phoned Grace and
told her that I had heard about her predicament and her forthcoming trials
and tribulations. Then I mentioned that Wendy didn't know where she would
live while Grace was in hospital; if she needed a temporary home I was happy
to provide it.

"Oh, that's wonderful," said Grace. "I was considering asking the hospital
if she could stay there with me but I wasn't happy about it and Wendy would
probably be bored to tears. If you could see your way to looking after her
I'd be most grateful. I can't pay you much, but at least I can cover your
expenses."

I assured her that money was no problem to me. I wasn't a millionaire, but
was comfortable enough not to need any payment at all. I said that I would
bring Wendy to visit her Mum whenever possible. That settled, I told Wendy
the news.

"Cool," she replied. "Will Cathy and Darren be staying as well?"

"Only some of the time," I replied. "They have their own home in Aldershot;
and they will be going there this evening. If you or your Mum would prefer
you not to stay with just me, I'll understand."

"Oh no, I'm looking forward to it," she said warmly.

"I'll probably be looking after Cathy and Darren on weekdays while their Mum
is at work," I told her, "but they will be sleeping at their own home."

We walked back to Wendy's house and while Cathy and Darren went to Wendy's
room to play I had a chat with Grace. I told her that I was looking after
Cathy and Darren while their mother was away on a working weekend, and that
I expected to be having them on weekdays while she was at work. I explained
that I worked at home as a computer consultant, so that I could easily do my
work in the evenings when Wendy was in bed, and entertain her and the other
children during the day. I then explained that I wasn't the father, uncle or
even guardian of the two Saunders children, so she might have second
thoughts about me as a temporary guardian.

"No problem there," she said. "Wendy seems perfectly at ease with you, and
she is pretty good at deciding who she wants to be with and who she
doesn't."

"Well, as I said, I'm expecting to have Cathy and Darren during the week, so
if you would also like me to take Wendy at any time, I'd be very happy to do
so. I think she's a lovely child and well-behaved, not like some others I've
met. Cathy and Darren like her as well. You don't need to feel that you're
taking advantage of me; just phone and I'll collect her. I have a spare
twin-bed room where they sleep, and I can use the bed-settee in the lounge
for Wendy if all three of them are staying the night. Of course, the
invitation doesn't just extend to next week; I'm happy to have her at any
time."

"That's a huge load off my mind," said Grace. "It's bad enough trying to get
rid of cancer without having to worry about where Wendy will sleep."
I called the children downstairs and said that it was time we were going
back home. Wendy looked a bit disappointed, but I told her that we would be
seeing plenty of each other throughout the summer, and she sighed and
accepted the inevitable. Just before we left, she cuddled me and kissed me
goodbye. Grace watched with a happy smile on her face.