School Date
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"Dad, I don't wanna be in here." Zeline cried and hid her face in my
trousers. "Don't leave me."

"Sweetheart," I said. "It's your first day at school. You MUST go." She
sobbed. "But I'll be back at lunchtime and pick you up again."

"Don't go," she sobbed and held on to my leg.

"Come on, Darling," I pleaded. "Let's find a teacher, who can help
you." I looked around the classroom and found the teacher, Mrs Huff.

Mrs Huff saw my look and came over. She knelt next to Zeline. "Hello
Zeline, do you want to do a drawing for your dad."

Zeline looked up from my trousers and nodded timidly.

Mrs Huff held her hand out and smiled comfortingly. "Come with me then."

Very slowly, Zeline let go of me and accepted Mrs Huff's outstretched
hand. She kept looking back at me as they walked towards the arts
table. I heard her sniffle once or twice as she started drawing before
I turned around -- and collided head on with a young, black girl with a
girl Zeline's age in her hand.

"Sorry," I said with a smile as I held her with both hands to stop her
from falling.

"That's all right," she said and smiled back.

I looked from one to the other, wondering why a girl was taking her
sister to school instead of one of her parents. "I take it your sister
is starting school today too," I said.

She laughed and shook her head. "Sorry," she said. "But India is not my
sister -- she's my daughter."

"Oh, wow!" I exclaimed. "But you don't look old enough to have a
daughter." I kept smiling. "No offence."

"None taken." She looked confidently at me. "I was eleven when she was
born." She knelt next to her daughter. "Why don't you help Zeline with
her drawing, Darling?" India nodded. "I'll see you at lunchtime then."

"Bye Mum," India said and gave her mum a hug before running over to the
arts table. "Wow, that's a beautiful dragon," she said to Zeline.

"Bye India," her mum said after her daughter was long gone. She looked
into my eyes. "Anastasia," she said. "This is so new to me. Do you want
to have a cup of something at the cafe and talk about the whole school
thing?"

"Alexandre," I said and started to walk out of the classroom. "My
pleasure."

On the way to the cafe, we talked a about the children starting school
and how difficult it was to let go of them. When we sat down, Anastasia
ordered first, "Could I have a triple latte, please?" She hesitated a
little. "No, make that a triple mocha instead, please."

"And I would like a triple espresso, please," I said.

The waitress went off to make our drinks and while we were waiting for
the drinks, we didn't say anything so I used the time to study
Anastasia closer. She was tall, just one or two inches shorter than me.
She was solidly built, without being anywhere near fat, definitely not
the modern day emaciated "ideal". She had very short cut hair
(bordering on bald) that accentuated her beautifully sculpted head, a
wide, but delicate nose, slightly slanted, dark brown eyes, bordering
on black, high cheekbones, a somewhat elongated face and a long,
well-proportioned, muscular neck. Her breasts were rather big and
situated fairly high up on her chest. Her soft, white dress accentuated
her big nipples and the fact that she did not wear a bra, much to my
delight. She did not have particularly long legs and they were sturdy
and muscular, accentuating her solid build. Her feet were exquisitely
well formed with long, straight toes. Her hips were motherly wide and
her bum was on the big side. All in all, the impression was a modern
day Gaia, despite her young age.

My study of this goddess was interrupted by the returning waitress.
"Triple mocha." The cup was placed in front of Anastasia. "Triple
espresso for you."

"Thank you," Anastasia and I said as one, which made us both smile.

"So Alexandre, what do you do for a living?" she asked.

"I've been a bus driver for some years but was made redundant by the
latest public funding cuts."

"Oh," she said.

"And what about you? What do you do?"

"Well, I had trouble finding a job after I left home when I was twelve.
But after some searching, I found a job as a model."

"You left home when you were twelve?"

"Yeah, my dad had just ODed and my mum was on hard drugs too, and I
didn't like the idea of India growing up in that environment so I went
for a walk with her one day and didn't return."

"Oh." I didn't know what to say.

"I got a bed for us at the Y and told them I was seventeen. I just
couldn't face social services. They had never done my family any good."

"You look quite mature for your age," I said. "But how could they
believe you were seventeen?"

She sniggered. "They probably didn't, but as I didn't give them any
trouble, they didn't make a case of it."

"OK. You got yourself a place to stay, so how did you get the job?"

"I found an old art magazine in the Y and some studio was looking for
free-lance models. I went there and had a long talk with a nice, old
guy, who offered me 100 quid an hour to model for people."

I whistled. "Wow! You DO look good, but still, that's a lot."

"It is, but then again I rarely get more than five or six hours a week."

"Still--" I did some maths in my head. "That's like 2200 or more a
month."

She shrugged. "I guess. But it made it possible for me to buy a bed-sit
on my own."

"You too," I said. "I've also got a bed-sit." I took a swig of my
espresso. "How do you handle babysitting when you are modelling?"

"In the beginning, I brought India in a car seat and she happily slept
through most sessions. In the last few years I have used my neighbour,
Beryl, as a babysitter -- She's the sweetest old lady you could imagine
and she treats India as her own granddaughter and me as her daughter."

"Right. Interesting."

"What about Zeline's mum?"

"Oh, she died from meningitis a few months after Zeline was born. It
was absolutely devastating as I loved her dearly and as I could hardly
afford a child minder on my meagre salary. In the end I had to ask for
reduced hours."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

We talked some more and slowly sipped our coffees. When we were
finished, Anastasia leaned over the table and kissed my cheek.

"It's been really nice talking to you, Alexandre." We both stood. She
hugged me tightly and I hugged her back. "See you in the afternoon."

We walked towards the door. "See you later."

I didn't go home but chose to roam the streets for the few hours until
school was out. When I returned to the classroom, Zeline skipped
towards me, dragging India along too.

"Hi Dad," Zeline said. "Meet my bestest friend, India."

"Hi Sweetheart," I said and knelt in front of the two. "And hello
India." I looked at both girls. "How did your first day at school go?"

"It was WONDERFUL," Zeline said. "We were drawing and playing with
dolls and teddies and each other and counting and singing and running
around and looking at the rabbits and listening to a story and gluing
and -- and -- and --"

"And having lots of fun," India added.

"Hi kids. Hi Alexandre." I got a kiss on my cheek. Anastasia had knelt
next to me and when I turned my head, I could see down her dress. She
DIDN'T wear a bra and her nipples WERE big!

"Hi Mum," India said. "We've had fun today."

"That's good, Pumpkin. What did you do?"

Zeline got going again, "We were playing with dolls and drawing and
gluing and building and singing and playing together and playing with
the rabbits and jumping around and counting and our teddies had a tea
party and ..."

I stopped Zeline. "Goodness, Sweetheart, you don't have to tell it all
at once."

"Oh, OK."

Anastasia and I picked our daughters up and headed for the door, saying
goodbye to the teachers and to the remaining children.

"Would you care for some lunch?" Anastasia asked. "I'm having some
sandwiches."

"Yes, can we go to India's place and have lunch?" Zeline had put her
arms around my neck and pulled at it. "Please?"

"It was genuinely meant," Anastasia said.

"OK then," I said. "Thank you."

We strolled slowly to her place, which was a few minutes' walk from the
school. The girls were skipping and jumping and running, hand in hand,
while Anastasia and I chatted easily like old friends. Her flat was on
the third floor and the girls just bounded up the steps whereas
Anastasia and I took the steps in a more dignified manner.

Anastasia unlocked the door and welcomed us in. Her flat was about the
same size as mine, a bathroom just inside the door, a minute "hall"
followed by a small kitchen area with a counter towards the main room.
She had a big TV set, a big bed, a big cupboard with mirror doors and a
coffee table with a couple of comfy chairs around it, and she had a
small bed, like a bunk bed with a play area below, a small cupboard and
a small table with a couple of chairs around it. It was all very
orderly and meticulously clean.

"Can you please change into your day clothes," she said to India.

India went over to the small cupboard where she pulled her dress and
socks off, standing in her knickers only. "Can I wear the blue dress?"
she asked as she hung up her school dress in the small cupboard.

"You certainly can," Anastasia said. She looked at me. "Do you mind if
I change into something more comfy?"

"Not at all," I said.

She went over to the big cupboard and pulled her dress over her head. I
almost gasped when I saw her in only a thong. She had her back turned,
but that didn't really matter as I could see the rest in the mirror
doors. She saw me looking and smiled at me. She opened the cupboard and
put the dress in a hamper inside it before grabbing a dressing gown
hanging on a peg. She donned the dressing gown but didn't close it and
then she walked back to us.

"Please sit down." She indicated to one of the chairs.

"Thank you," I said while I did my best not to stare at her beautiful
breasts.

"Come on," India said to Zeline after she had put on her blue dress.
"Let's play." She dragged Zeline towards her bed and they found some
toys underneath it to play with.

Anastasia sat down on the bed, folding one leg underneath her other leg
that dangled over the edge of the bed. In that position her breasts
were uncovered and her thong was pulled tight against her crotch,
clearly outlining her pussy. She seemed completely unselfconscious
about her looks and just looked at me with a sweet, smiling face.

I was breathing hard.

"So what do you do when you're not taking Zeline to school?"

"I mostly go to the library," I said. "I use their computer to look for
jobs, but it has not been easy. Not at all."

"I can imagine that. There have been tense moments for me too, when I
haven't had a job for a couple of weeks. But my jobs seem to come in
bursts and sometimes I work every day in a week."

She looked from me to Zeline and back. "Is that your only child?"

"Yes, Margaret and I couldn't get children. We tried any which way we
could and even got fertility treatment, but we couldn't. Then, one day
-- much to our surprise -- she was pregnant and when we had the
scannings and everything, it looked like she got pregnant on my
fiftieth birthday." I gave a half-embarrassed smile.

"Wow!" she said. "That's a nice birthday present."

"It was. And the whole pregnancy was uneventful, including the birth.
But then disaster stroke. Margaret complained of a headache one day a
few months after Zeline's birth. She took some paracetamol, but they
didn't work. She got a fever and in the end I had to take her to the
A&E. They looked at her and gave her some stronger painkillers and sent
her home. During the night she started to shiver uncontrollably and
couldn't bend her neck. I sent for an ambulance, but in the morning she
was dead. From meningitis."

Anastasia wiped a tear from her eyes. "That's outrageous," she said.
"Didn't you sue the hospital?"

"I did try to make a complaint, but after due consideration they said
that the hospital had not had any reason to believe Margaret had had
meningitis and therefore couldn't be held responsible."

Anastasia harrumphed. "Bloody doctors."

"What about India's dad?" I asked. "Where's he?"

Anastasia winced. "That's a long story, and I'm not sure I can tell you
-- yet."

"I don't want to force you," I said. "But how bad can it be?"

She grimaced. "Pretty bad," she said. "Pretty bad."

We sat in silence for some time, looking at the girls playing before
she started again with a big sigh, "Ah well. Why not?" She leaned a bit
forward, proving her breasts were not obeying the laws of gravity.
"When I was born, my mum was working as a hooker and my dad as her
pimp. He would beat her and complain that she didn't bring enough money
home to keep him with his drugs and beers. Then he would fuck her
without any thoughts about little me watching the whole thing." She
shook her head in disgust. "It was horrible, but mum didn't really try
to get rid of him. Then one day, when I was almost seven, mum came home
all beaten up by a sadistic john. Bruises all over, swollen lips and
bleeding from her ginny. When dad wanted to fuck her, she said no. Not
in the state she was in and then dad just said OK and turned to me
instead." Her eyes glazed over. "I don't think he fucked mum ever after
that. So now I was fucked at least once a day and sometimes more often,
and nobody was thinking of contraception or the like so one day, when I
was ten, I realised I was pregnant, but didn't say a thing to anybody.
After a few months the bump was clearly visible, but dad was too stoned
to realise what was going on, so he just said something like, 'Don't
give the fucking whore so much food, she's getting fat.' and 'I like
her bonkers. They're starting to look like yours did before they
started scraping on the floor.' Mum knew better but couldn't do much
for me." She shuddered. "One day the contractions started and I went
into labour when I was alone in the flat and I was shit scared but
managed to drag myself downstairs and the owner of the porn-shop on the
ground floor got me to hospital where India was born." She was crying
freely now and I moved next to her and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Social Services were called and came to visit us, but somehow mum and
dad managed to dupe them and told them some shit-prick (my dad's words)
had attacked me and made me pregnant. So in the end we got some help
from the people but I still had to live in Hell with my shitty parents.
Then one day dad took some bad heroin and died and mum just sunk into a
drug-induced stupor. She started to bring the johns to our flat and I
decided to split." She looked up at me with the most angelic face,
tears streaming down her cheeks. I kissed some tears away and she
leaned her head on my shoulder. "The rest you more or less know."

"I feel so sorry for you," I said.

"No, gosh, don't!" Anastasia sobbed and put a hand on my chest. "I'm
fine now. India can't remember anything about the life with mum and dad
and we're fine here. Really, we are." Her hand had somehow found its
way between the buttons of my shirt and caressed my chest
absentmindedly.

I kissed her forehead. "You're the strongest character I've ever met.
You should be proud of yourself."

"Thank you," she said and sniffled. "How about lunch now?"

"OK. I'll help."

She looked at her hand under my shirt like she didn't know what it was
doing there. She shrugged and pulled it out after giving me a
reassuring squeeze. "Thanks." We rose and went over to the kitchen.

We washed our hands and started to get the food out of the fridge.
Salad, cucumber, salami, chicken breast, pastrami, butter, curry
dressing, chilli dressing and what not. We arranged the things on the
counter and called the girls over.

"Lunchtime," Anastasia said. "Go wash your hands."

We had a nice and peaceful lunch, which everybody enjoyed. After lunch
the girls went back to play again and when we had finished cleaning up
and doing the dishes, Anastasia dragged me to the bed and had us lie
down on our backs next to each other. Her dressing gown had slid down
her sides and I could enjoy her youthful beauty -- even on her back,
her breast were defying gravity.

"So how did you meet your wife?"

"I was twenty-five and had just started driving busses. She was
fourteen and took the morning bus to school every day. She had the
longest hair possible and the sweetest smile. I was madly in love with
her but didn't dare say anything. I mean, how could I, as a bus driver,
start asking a passenger out? A young passenger at that. A child. After
a month of this stealthy longing, she just asked me if I was driving
the bus all day or if I ever got off. I told her that I would be off
duty at three in the afternoon. She told me to meet her at the mall at
half three then. She was with three of her friends, but they were all
very sweet. They had to be home for dinner, so we split up after a few
hours. This started to become a fixed pattern and at every possible
opportunity, Margaret and I met up. We went to the cinema. We went
shopping. We went for walks in the woods. Sometimes with her friends,
sometimes without. After a few months like this, she asked to see my
flat and with some trepidation we went there. Nothing happened. The
following day we went to my flat again. We started kissing and suddenly
we were both naked and started to make love. The day after she was with
her friends again, but that didn't stop her. She brought her friends to
my flat and for the first time in my life, I made love to more than one
woman. Four sexy teenagers wore me out. Two months later, on her
fifteenth birthday, she invited me to her party and presented me to her
parents. They were quite sceptical about a twenty-five-year-old dating
their fifteen-year-old daughter, but thought that their interference
may just have enforced the relationship out of spite. We kept together
and on her eighteenth birthday we were married. Her parents died a few
years later and the rest you know."

Anastasia had turned on her side, a bare leg straddling mine and a soft
hand on my chest, playing with my few hairs under the shirt. "That was
sweet," she said. "I love positive stories like that."

I had this feeling of déjà vu. I was fifty-five this time and a
sixteen-year-old black girl was showing all the initiative. I had to
admit that I found her very attractive and uninhibited. Not like me at
all.

We chatted a little longer before I said, "We'd better get going. I
need to do some shopping."

Anastasia slid over me and sat on my legs, her dressing gown almost
completely off. She let it fall off her arms and leaned forward,
supporting herself on an arm at each side of my head.

"Must you leave now?" she asked. "You're so nice to talk to, not like
those snotty kids my age."

I was mesmerised by the sight of her, but stood my ground. "I'm afraid
I have to do the shopping or we'll have no breakfast for tomorrow. And
I need to do the washing too."

"Oh, OK," she said. "But I'll see you tomorrow at school, won't I?"

"Of course you will."

She slid off my legs and helped me up. She hung the dressing gown back
on the peg, dressed only in her thong now.

"Come on, Zeline," I said. "We'll have to go home now."

"Oh dad," she said. "I'm not finished in the hospital."

"You can finish the hospital tomorrow," I said. "If India's mum will
let us."

"Of course you can," Anastasia said. "I'd love to have you around
again."

"Goody," Zeline said and gave India a big hug. "Bye then. See you at
school tomorrow." She went over to Anastasia. "Bye India's mum."

Anastasia picked her up and hugged her tightly. "Bye Sweetheart. I look
forward to seeing you again tomorrow." She kissed her cheeks.

"Goody," Zeline said and kissed her back.

Anastasia put Zeline down again and I said, "Goodbye Anastasia," and
started to open the door.

Anastasia came over to me and gave me a tight hug, smothering her
breasts against my chest. She kissed me on the lips and said, "Goodbye
Alexandre. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

Just as I turned around to leave, the door opposite to Anastasia's
opened and an old woman with a very masculine face came out.

"Oh hi Anastasia," she said without batting an eye at Anastasia's state
of undress. "And hi to you too, Chocolate Cake."

India scooted out between my legs and hugged the lady. "Hi Auntie
Beryl. This is Zeline, my best friend from school. And her dad."

"Hello Zeline," Beryl said, and to me, "I'm Beryl." She gave me a hug.

"Alexandre," I said. "I've heard about you."

"Something good, I hope." She smiled sweetly and Anastasia grinned.

"Only that you're India's and Anastasia's fairy godmother."

"Oh yes. They are so lovely." She picked Zeline up from the floor. "And
you look lovely too." She rested her on her hip. "But what's that in
your nose." She pulled her hand back and a coin appeared in it. "You'd
better bring a tissue the next time."

"Oh wow!" Zeline said as Beryl gave her the coin. "I had THAT in my
nose?"

"Thank you," I said as Beryl stood Zeline back on the floor. "And bye."

Everyone said bye and eventually we managed to leave.

"I like India and her mum," Zeline said. "Can we go there tomorrow?"

"Of course we can, Sweetheart. I've promised already."

"Goody."

On reflection I was surprised at how easily I had accepted Anastasia's
rather uninhibited dress code. She was lovely and her attitude just
seemed so extremely natural and unencumbered by all the hang-ups of
other people. She really WAS a Gaia. It was amazing how an abused girl
like her seemed to have bounced back and managed to grab her life back.



The following day, we met at school again. She was wearing a black
satin top that draped loosely over her full body and a matching, short
skirt. She wore gold sandals with laces wrapping her calves like the
old Roman style. She was so adorable, I could hardly take my eyes away
from her to say goodbye to Zeline.

As we left the school, she grabbed my hand and asked if I would come up
for a cup of coffee. It felt so natural that I couldn't help myself but
had to accept how she had taken ownership of me. I said yes to coffee
and before long I sat on her bed. We had hardly closed the door before
she slid her top and skirt off, leaving herself in a thong that was, if
possible, even tinier than the one from the day before.

She made coffee and asked if I wanted to make myself comfortable. I
didn't quite know what to do, but in the end I accepted the offer and
undressed, leaving my boxer shorts on.

Anastasia ran a hand over my flat tummy. "You look good for somebody
your age." She giggled. "No offence." It felt sort of right and I
managed not to flinch from her touch. Hang-ups, you know.

"It's OK. I know I'm much older than you."

"Goodness me," she laughed. "That doesn't mean a thing. You're quite
beautiful just as you are."

"Thank you," I said.

"I've got a sitting tonight, which reminds me: Do you want to see my
portfolio?"

"Yes, please," I said.

Anastasia sauntered over to the cupboard and pulled some heavy albums
down from the top of it. She plunked them down on the bed and had me
sit in front of them. She sat behind me, leaning against my back, her
head on my shoulder and big breasts teasing my back.

"Start with this," she said and pulled one album closer. "That's the
first pictures."

I opened the album and looked at a much younger version of her. The
pictures were very artistic and she was very nude. Her breasts were
smaller then, but not much. I slowly turned page after page of nude
pictures of her in every possible pose. The pictures were clearly taken
by professional photographers and were very artistic, on the erotic
side and not at all pornographic.

"Wow!" I exclaimed when we had finished the first album. "You are the
most beautiful girl imaginable."

"Thank you," she said. "Now try this." She moved the first album away
and pulled another in front of me,

This album was more direct. While the first album contained artistic
nude pictures of her, the poses were only subtly suggestive. That had
changed. There were pictures of her leaning back, her pussy spread. She
was masturbating and even had a finger in her bum in one of the
pictures. I got completely hard from seeing them.

"How old were you when these were taken?" I asked.

"Twelve," she said.

"Oh boy, that photographer could get into so much trouble."

She giggled. "Yeah, I know. But he was actually very sweet. He didn't
make me do anything I didn't want to and he made me feel really
precious." She laughed outright now. "And he paid really handsomely, so
I could hardly say no, could I?"

"Well," I said. "Twelve is rather young for pictures like this, don't
you think so."

"To be honest, I knew they were naughty but I didn't feel exploited.
It's not like I hadn't seen naked people before, was it?"

"Guess not."

We went through the other albums and they all had a few things in
common. She was consistently naked in all pictures and she consistently
looked beautiful.

"We'd better go get the girls," she suddenly said and stroked my hair
as she got up. "I'll need a wee first, though." She went out in the
bathroom and had her wee. She didn't close the door! While she was out
there, I put the albums back on top of the cupboard. "I need some fresh
knickers," she said and when she came out of the bathroom, she was
totally naked. I couldn't help myself but stared with my mouth half
open. "Come on, Alexandre," she said. "You've seen the pictures
already, so what's the news?"

"Pictures are one thing," I said breathlessly. "Seeing you in all your
real life beauty is something completely different." I shook my head.
"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

"Why, thank you," she said. "But you DO know that you are quite
handsome yourself, don't you?"

"Not really, to be honest."

She stood right before me in all her naked beauty. "But you are!" She
stood on her tiptoes, hugged me and ran her pelvis in circles against
my crotch. "And your equipment seems nice too."

I blushed.

She opened the cupboard and selected some clothes. She put some thin,
red lace knickers on. They didn't really hide her assets. She added a
pair of loose, red shorts and a matching red top. While she was
dressing, I donned my clothes and before long we walked out the door.
Hand in hand.

It still felt right.

On the way to school we kept talking.

"It hasn't been the easiest time since dad's death," Anastasia said.
"I've got a gazillion offers of sex and a few marriage proposals too,
but I just couldn't say yes. I didn't feel anything for the people."
She gave my hand a squeeze. "So in reality, I haven't had any sex since
dad and I haven't even dated." She shrugged. "Nobody wants to date a
single mum, I think."

"What?!?" I said. "Of course they do." I looked into her eyes. "Who
would be able to resist a beauty like you?"

She laughed. "Quite a few men, I tell you. And being black doesn't help
in the least."

"But--" I spluttered indignantly. "Black is beautiful!"

"Yeah, right. Tell that to all the redneck types around town."

"Honestly," I sighed. "That's ridiculous."

"I know. I know, but it doesn't change the facts. To be honest, most
men are OK with me being black, but I still hadn't been able to find
somebody I really like. At least--" Her words trailed out and she
squeezed my hand again.

I looked at her. She could be my daughter three times over and yet I
got the impression she was considering me as a potential partner. It
gave me food for thought. What were my feelings for her? I did care for
her a lot, which was a bit strange since I had only met her the
previous day. Did I love her? It felt like it, but then again maybe it
was only a short-lived infatuation? On the other hand it did feel like
a more deep bonding. Then again, wouldn't I feel just like that if I
was infatuated? My thoughts seemed to run in circles. The only thing
that I was sure of was that it would be grossly unfair to a sweet
beauty like her to try anything with an age gap of almost forty years.

"What are you thinking about?" Anastasia asked just before we reached
the school.

"Er, nothing," I said automatically.

She pulled my hand and stopped. "No, really, Alex. What's on your mind?"

"Well--" I started before faltering.

"Yes?!?"

"I was, sort of, thinking that I'm almost forty years older than you
and that an old geezer like me shouldn't walk around, holding hands
with a young beauty like you."

She grabbed my arm with both her hands and hugged her head against it
with a big smile. "I don't mind. Really! Actually, I find it quite nice
and comfy and reassuring to walk with you. And for the first time in
years, I'm actually looking forward to seeing someone again." She
looked into my eyes with a very serious expression. "You!"

"Oh," was all I could say. "Gosh!"

She pulled me along to the school again and once again we were greeted
by the girls coming towards us, hand in hand. Mrs Huff followed them
and smiled at us. "The girls are so sweet," she said. "They've been
together all day and are supporting each other in a way I haven't ever
seen before. And they actually do everything they are told. Promptly
and without question." She looked at us and I could see her glancing
down at our entwined hands. "You should be really proud of your
children."

"Thank you," we said and grabbed a child each. I held India and
Anastasia held Zeline.

"Let's go home," Anastasia said.

"But your home is not my home," a giggling Zeline said.

"No," Anastasia said and continued in a whisper, "Not yet." She looked
at me. "Lunch at my place again?"

"Yes dad! Please dad," Zeline shouted. "PLEASE!"

"Oh, OK," I said, mock gruffly.

"Yeah," the girls said as one.

We went to Anastasia's flat again and this time she just undressed,
leaving only her knickers on and the girls did the same. When the three
of them stood in a half-circle in front of me and just stared, I got
the point, eventually, and undressed too.

We had a quick lunch again and Anastasia and I lay on the bed. She was
halfway on top of me and traced my face with a soft finger without
saying anything. After a few minutes like this, she put her hand flat
against my cheek and kissed me. My heart stopped beating and my chest
felt completely constricted.

I kissed her back.

Softly at first.

I felt her tongue against my lips.

I parted my lips and had my tongue meet hers.

Our lips pressed harder against each other.

She moved completely on top of me and hooked her hands around my neck.

I hooked my hands around her neck.

We pulled each other closer.

And time stood still.

After I don't know how long, I came back to the world as we know it.
Panting. She was still on top of me but was looking at my face with a
Cheshire-cat smile on hers.

"I love you," she stated matter-of-factly. "I don't care about age
difference. I don't care about our different cultures. I don't care
what other people say. I love you!"

"But I could be an axe murderer for all you know."

She just looked at me like I was mad. "No!"

"Or a child molester of the worst kind."

"No!"

"Or a fugitive criminal."

She shook her head.

"Or ..."

She put her index finger across my lips to silence me.

"I love you! Period!"

I took a deep breath. "And I love you!" It didn't feel too bad, now I
had let it out.

"See," she said with a sweet smile. "That wasn't so difficult, was it?"

"Not really."

"Good, so now ..."

"Mum, can Zeline sleep over tonight? We're playing shop and I don't
think we'll finish before bedtime."

Anastasia looked at me with a lifted eyebrow. "If Zeline sleeps over,
you sleep over too!"

It wasn't a question but a statement. I thought about it for a short
second and considered the implications. I didn't doubt that Anastasia
and I would sleep in the same bed and that I wouldn't be able to let
her be.

"Are you sure, Staze?" I put my most serious face on. "You know what
will happen, don't you?"

"I count on it," she said.

I suddenly realised that I had held my breath again and let it out in a
huge sigh. "Well, OK then."

Anastasia turned back to India. "Yes, Sweetheart, Zeline can sleep
over."

"Yeah," the girls shouted and danced around the flat.

"I'll need to get some change of clothes," I said.

"I'll come with you," Anastasia said. "I'll get Beryl to look after the
children." She opened the door and knocked on the neighbour's door.

Beryl opened her door and once again ignored Anastasia's lack of
clothes.

"Oh hi," Anastasia said. "Alex and I need to go and get some clothes
for him and for Zel, so would you be able to look after the children
until we get back?"

"Of course," Beryl said. "I'll just get my knitting." She disappeared
inside and came back a short while after with a basket in her hand. She
locked the door and preceded us back into Anastasia's flat. "Hi
Chocolate Cake and hi Creamcake," she said and kneeled, holding her
arms out to the children. The girls flew into her arms without any
hesitation.

"See," Anastasia said. "She's just like a grandmother to the children."

"I can see that."

"Do you want a story?" Beryl asked the girls. She had one on each hip.

"Yes," Zeline said. "Peppa Pig, please."

"Peppa Pig it is," Beryl said.

"Yeah!"

She sat the children down on the small chairs and pulled one of the
bigger chairs over after she had found a Peppa Pig book. In the
meantime, Anastasia and I had dressed and we went over to the children
and kissed them.

"Bye girls."

"Bye Dad."

"Bye Mum."

"Bye Auntie Stasia."

"Bye Uncle Alex."

"Oh Staze," I said. "They're so sweet."

She smiled and took my hand.

We walked slowly to my flat, which looked a bit like Anastasia's, apart
from the kitchen, which was in an alcove behind a sliding door. More
like a cupboard with a hob and an oven than a real kitchen.

"Sweet," Anastasia said. "But I think mine will be better suited to our
family."

"What?" I said, not believing what I just heard.

"You DO know that we're moving in together, don't you?" She gave me the
most angelic smile ever.

"Er, no. I didn't."

"Well, we are, so maybe you should put this on the market. Sooner
rather than later."

"Isn't that a bit premature, you think?"

She held my face between her hands. "No!" She kissed me hard. "It
isn't!"

She helped me pack a suitcase with clothes for Zeline and for me and
then she surprised me.

She pushed me back on the bed and I fell on it. With me lying down, she
pulled my trousers down -- with my pants. I became hard in an instant
and my hard-on was throbbing with my heartbeat.

"Oh wow!" she said. "That's huge." She traced a finger along its length
and I almost came. "Howsit? Ten inches? She stretched her fingers out
along it. "Nah, more like thirteen." She looked at me. "That's big,
isn't it?"

"Er, I think so," I croaked.

She slowly pushed her top up and over her head in a lithe, smooth and
very erotic move. She flung it on the floor and lifted her breasts with
her hands. Not that they needed any additional lift. She played with
her hard nipples and I was breathing really hard, my heart thumping
inside my chest, threatening to give me a heart attack any second. She
unbuttoned her skirt and pushed it slowly down, lifting her legs out of
it in slow-motion moves. She turned around as she pushed her red
knickers off and bent slightly over so I just got a hint of her pussy
from behind. She turned slowly around, once more facing me, covering
her pussy with one hand and her other arm across her breasts in a
mock-timid posture. She let her arm slide down from her breasts to her
groin, joining the other hand in covering her privates. I felt like
screaming at this point, being all strung up by the silent promise of
her actions. She moved one hand to her hip and then the other. She
stood proudly, arms akimbo, in front of me, chest out, breasts high and
hairless pussy moist in anticipation.

She knelt down and began to kiss her way from my toes along my legs
until she reached my scrotum. She carefully kissed my testicles before
kissing her way up my erection until she reached the head. She planted
just one kiss on the top before I exploded. She immediately opened her
mouth and drank my sperm as quickly as I shot it out. A bit of a feat
with the amount of pent-up sperm I had.

"You're so beautiful and sexy," she said in a husky voice. "I hope
you're not spent like dad used to be." She felt my still extremely hard
erection. "Nope. Goody." She let her hands slide up my torso and push
my polo shirt up until she couldn't push it further for my arms. I
lifted my head and stretched my arms up, opening the way for her to
push it all off, which she duly did.

We were both naked now.

"I need you inside me," she whispered as she straddled me.

"And I need to be inside you," I whispered back.

She took the cue and guided my penis towards her inviting opening. She
groaned from pleasure as my head slowly opened her pussy. When I had
just entered her, she moaned, "Yes!" She began to move up and down on
my erection and slowly we managed to embed almost half my rod inside
her before I hit her cervix.

She came.

"Wow!" she whispered hoarsely. "You fill me so good. Not like that jerk
of a father and his tiny wiener. Pinhead. Pin prick!" She was in tears
and kissed me hard.

I began to move too and soon we found a rhythm that suited our mood
well. With long, smooth strokes we moved together towards orgasm and as
one we cried out in ecstasy, while I flooded her young pussy with my
hot sperm.

She collapsed on top of me, panting and crying. "Oh Alex, My Love. I've
never felt anything like this before. That brute of a dad couldn't do
this to me at all."

"I love you so much, Staze. My chest is bursting and I'm panting." I
had a short moment of mischief. "On the other hand, it could be for
lack of exercise. Who knows?"

Anastasia thumped a fist on my chest. "Stop joking. This is a momentous
moment. You're the first person ever I WANTED to make love to. EVER!"

"I know, I know," I said. "It's the same for me. Since Margaret's
death, I didn't feel like going out or being with somebody else and
look what has happened. I find someone forty years younger than myself."

"Oh, stop fussing about the age difference. As long as you don't play
that awful music from the seventies, all will be well."

"Hey," I said. "What have you got against Simon and Garfunkel?"

"Nothing, as long as I don't have to listen to them."

"Whoa!" I exclaimed when I looked at the clock. "We'd better get back
to the girls, it's almost seven o'clock and they need some dinner and
to go to bed."

"Don't worry about dinner. Beryl will make sure they're properly fed.
She's an angel. But you're right, we DO need to go. I need to be ready
for the sitting at half eight."

We had a quick shower, dressed and were on our way within half an our.
We dragged the suitcase along on its wheels, making more noise than a
Tyrolean yodeller. We got the suitcase up into the flat and said hello
to the children and Beryl, before undressing to our underpants again.

"She's so sweet," Beryl said about Zeline. "Look at the sticker she's
made for me." She showed us a crude circle with some coloured lines
criss-crossing it. It was fastened to her dress with two lengths of
sticky tape.

"She IS sweet and lovely," Anastasia said and to the children, "Right.
You two need to go to bed, so let's brush your teeth."

"Do you still need me to baby-sit?" Beryl asked and cocked her head in
my direction.

"Not for my sake," I said. "But maybe India will feel better with
someone she knows here?"

"Fine with me," Beryl said. "Do you play Kalooki?"

"No, what's Kalooki?"

"It's a card game. I'll show you when Anastasia has gone."

"Fine." I opened the suitcase and got Zeline's stuff out. A night
dress, a dressing gown, slippers, toothbrush and toothpaste. I brought
the last two items out in the bathroom, which was already filled with
people. India sat naked on the toilet having a wee, Zeline was washing
her hands and Anastasia was putting toothpaste on a toothbrush. "I
think I'd better give rush hour a miss," I said and gave Anastasia the
toothbrush and -paste.

"Yeah," she said. "It's a bit cramped out here. But we'll make it work,
I'm sure."

"Yeah."

I went back to Beryl.

"There's some rotis and curried goat on the cooker," Beryl said. "The
girls and I have eaten so the rest is for you two."

"Thank you," I said. "I haven't had curried goat before. Or rotis for
that matter."

"High time you get it," Beryl said. "It's a Caribbean specialty. But--"
She put her mouth to my ear and began to whisper, "It's originally from
India, but don't tell anyone." She giggled.

"I won't. Promise."

"One up, one to go," Anastasia shouted from the bathroom. "India, go
and put something on."

"Yes, Mum." India stormed in, still stark naked. She opened the
cupboard and rummaged around inside, her butt in the air until at last
she pulled out with a pair of knickers in her hand. She donned the
knickers and came over to us. "Good night Auntie Beryl," she said and
gave Beryl a big hug and a kiss on each cheek. "Good night ... Dad,"
she said and looked questioningly at me.

"Dad is OK," I said. "I'm here to stay, you know."

Beryl smiled knowingly and nodded.

"Good," India said. "I've missed you, you know!" She kissed me on my
mouth. "Sleep well -- Dad!"

"Good night, Princess. I love you. Sleep well."

"I love you too." She scooted into her bed and pulled the quilt up to
her chin.

A few minutes later, Anastasia came out with a naked Zeline on her arm.
"A fresh pair of knickers, please," Anastasia said.

I looked at the selection of stuff I had got out. No knickers. I sighed
and went to the suitcase to get a fresh pair. "Here you are," I said
and handed them to Anastasia.

"Thank you." She slid Zeline down on the floor and had her step into
the knickers. "Go say good night to Auntie Beryl and your dad."

Zeline ran over to Beryl and kissed her on both cheeks. "Good night,
Auntie Beryl. Sleep well. I love you."

"Goodnight, Creamcake. I love you too. Sleep well."

Zeline kissed my cheeks and said. "Good night sleep well I love you!"
She said it quickly, like one sentence.

"Good night, My Love. You sleep well. I love you. Sweet dreams." I
swatted her lightly on her bum and sent her to bed. She quickly climbed
the ladder and with much giggling managed to lie down next to India.

"Shush," Beryl said when the girls started to whisper loudly. "Go to
sleep!"

We had to repeat that a few times before they actually fell asleep.

Anastasia came back from the bathroom shortly after, towelling her
head. She sniffed the air near the kitchen. "Is that curried goat I can
smell?"

"Sure is," Beryl said. "Made it with my own two hands."

"I could eat a whole goat."

"I'll heat it for you." Beryl walked over to the cooker and turned on
the gas. She put some thick "pancakes" into the oven too.

Anastasia plunked herself down in my lap and I sighed from contentment.
I hadn't realised how nice it would feel to have a beautiful, black,
stark naked sixteen-year-old girl sitting in my lap. She hooked her arm
around my neck and brought my head closer to hers for a kiss. It
quickly went from red-hot to mountain-melting and my heart raced off
once again. I could see Beryl's approving nods in the kitchen and
enjoyed the whole setup.

When at last we both had to come up for air, I panted, "You'll kill me
with a heart attack one of these days, you know. Feel it." I took
Anastasia's hand and placed it on my chest.

"Whoa!" she exclaimed. "You've got a strong heart." She giggled. "And
something else seems to be strong too." She wriggled her bum on my
erection. "I'll be back for that later. That's a promise!"

Beryl brought the saucepan with curry over and a trivet. She rested it
on the table and went to get the rotis. With the rotis on the table,
Anastasia scooped some goat on top of a roti and rolled it up. She
broke a piece off and fed it to me.

"Wow!" I said after eating it. "That's delicious."

"Yeah, Beryl is the best."

"Thank you," Beryl said. "But you're not too bad either. Your Caribbean
crab is wicked."

"Thank you," Anastasia mumbled with her mouth full of food.

I swatted her bum. "Did you mother not tell you not to talk with food
in your mouth?" I asked.

"No," she said. "In fact she hardly ever said anything at all apart
from screaming at my dad." She grimaced. "And I can't recall ever
having eaten at a table either. At least not at my parents' home."

"Well," I said. "There's a new ruler in town and new rules apply."

"In your dreams," Anastasia said with a grin. "What do you think you
are? The master of the house?" She shook her head with a big smile.
"Nah, you're my fuck-machine and bed-heater."

Beryl shook her head smilingly.

Anastasia kept alternating between feeding me and feeding herself until
the rotis were gone and we both had grease all over our faces and she
on her hands too.

"Better get you clean," she said and went out in the bathroom. She came
back with a damp cloth and quickly wiped my face clean. I had not had
anybody clean my face since I was a very young boy. She cleaned her own
face and her hands too. "I have to get ready, otherwise I'll be late."
She quickly dressed in loose fitting slacks and a loose top. No
underwear. She seemed to read my thoughts and said, "I try to wear as
little and as loose as I can, otherwise you can see the marks on the
skin and they don't want that when I'm modelling."

"I hadn't thought of that," I said. "But then again, what do I know
about modelling, apart from wanting you to permanently model for me."

"That was sweet," she said. "I'll have to go, though." She kissed me
greedily. "Bye, My Lovely."

"Bye Princess. Come back soon."

"Bye Beryl. See you soon."

"Bye."

She waved one last time before closing the door.

Beryl pulled a deck of cards out of nowhere, seemingly. She started to
shuffle the cards and said, "Kalooki."

I followed her deft hands and shook my head. "I don't think playing
cards with you is such a good idea. I think you can do whatever you
please with those cards and I wouldn't have a chance in Hell to beat
you at it."

She smiled. "I promise, I'll never cheat." She grinned and spread the
cards out like a fan, face up. They were sequential with aces together,
twos together, threes and so forth.

"Yeah, right," I said. "And this is going to make me less suspicious? I
think not!"

"Honestly," she said. "I'm just showing off. I don't cheat at cards.
Ever."

"OK," I said with a smile. "So what are the rules?"

She explained the rules to me and in no time I was hopelessly behind,
which means ahead in points. We kept playing and chatting, and when
Anastasia came home just before midnight, I had at least ten thousand
points.

"Hi, My Lovely," she said and kissed me. "Hello Beryl. Did you enjoy
yourselves?"

"Hi," I said. "I don't really know. Beryl beat me to pulp, playing
Kalooki and she keeps pleading that she doesn't cheat."

"Believe me," Anastasia said. "She doesn't have to. She's the luckiest
card-player I have ever met and can win without even touching the
cards." She grinned. "We have tried."

"Hello, Sweetheart. And goodbye. I'd better get my sleep." She winked.
"At least I'll get some, not like somebody else."

"You're wicked, Beryl," Anastasia said. "I don't want to exhaust him,
you know."

"Better not. I don't think you'll find many better than him."

"I know, I know. I'll treat this one nicely."

"As if there have been others, huh?" Beryl laughed and shook her head.
"Good night and sleep well, whenever you get to that. Enjoy yourselves."

"Good night."

Beryl shut the door and Anastasia undressed so quickly she almost
ripped her clothes off. She dragged me to the bed and removed my
underpants rather forcefully. "Take me!" she hissed and bent over the
edge of the bed, bum sticking up invitingly. "Hard!" I went behind her
and pressed myself in as far as I could go. "Yesssss!" I grabbed her
hips and thrusted so hard it almost hurt my dick when it hit her
cervix. "Oh ... God ... Alex ... This ... is ... the best ... sex ...
ever!" She came. So did I. I kept thrusting hard and mercilessly while
filling her tight pussy with my white juice. I kept going until I was
utterly and totally depleted. Anastasia fell down on top of the bed and
turned onto her back, an ear-to-ear smile on her face. "If sex is like
this every time, I'm going to drain you several times a day! WOW!" She
pulled me down and we kissed and caressed until she looked at the
clock. "We'd better go to sleep," she said. "But I need a quick shower."

"So do I," I said and helped her up.

We sauntered to the bathroom with the glow of good love-making. We
managed to shower without getting started again -- barely -- and went
back to bed, this time to sleep. We were so exhausted from the day's
experiences that we fell asleep almost immediately, she halfway on top
of me.

When the alarm went off, I woke up with a naked, soft figure on top of
me and my raging hard-on between her legs. I opened my eyes and
realised it wasn't Anastasia on top of me.

It was India!

I turned my head and saw a similarly naked Zeline on top of Anastasia,
using one breast as a pillow and held the other in her hand.

Anastasia woke up and realised the situation too. She kissed Zeline on
the head and said, "Wake up, Sleepy Z! It's time to rise and shine."

Zeline opened one eye and yawned. "Good morning, Stasia." She reached a
hand over to me. "Morning, Dad."

"Morning, Honey. Did you sleep well?"

Yawn. "Yeah, until India needed the loo in the middle of the night. We
saw you two on the bed. Starkers. So we wanted to join in."

India had woken up too. "Morning, Dad. Morning, Mum." She moved her
hand down between her legs and felt my erection. "Cool, Dad. Are you
like that every morning?"

"I am," I said. "That's because my bladder is full, so I'd better go to
the toilet." I tried to extricate myself without too much attention on
my erection, which wasn't so easy.

Anastasia laughed at my predicament. "Better be careful with that," she
said. "Somebody could get hurt."

"Yeah, you!" I managed to get up and wee. When I came back, my dick was
almost completely flaccid until I saw the row of naked girls, Zeline,
Anastasia and India. They were all on their backs with their legs
slightly spread, everything on display.

I got hard again.

"Do you need to wee again?" India asked innocently.

I just groaned and Anastasia laughed. "No, Honey," Anastasia said. "He
is just happy to see us, that's why."

"Oh, OK."



We all got up, made the beds and got our breakfast as a real family.
(Provided a real family had their breakfast au naturel.) It was still a
bit difficult for me to accept that I had chosen a sixteen-year-old
girl as my partner. (Or more precisely: She had chosen me.) But even in
the harsh light of the-morning-after, it felt right, deep down.

The girls chatted away while Anastasia and I held hands and looked into
each other's eyes.

We were in love.

After breakfast, we managed to get everyone dressed and went off to
school without a hitch. When we delivered the girls in the classroom,
Mrs Huff just looked at the beaming pair of us and said,
"Congratulations."

I blushed and Anastasia giggled.

"Thank you," we said.

With the children sorted, Anastasia and I went for a walk, hand in hand.

"I'd better go to the library to do my job search, otherwise the Job
Centre will be quite disappointed."

"Suits me," she said. "But I'll buy us a computer and an Internet
connection later today."

"But Princess," I started. "How can you afford that?"

She smiled at me. "Don't worry about that. I’ve actually got a bit of
money in the bank. For a rainy day, you know."

"But you can't use your savings for my sake."

"As I said: Don't worry. I've actually saved a fair amount of money and
could probably go without work for the better part of a year."

"Oh." What could I say? She was actually smart with her money.

"Let's go to the library first. I can research the computer options and
you can do your job search."

We went there and I managed to apply for a number of jobs, but I wasn't
overly optimistic, based on my previous experience.

"OK, I think I've got the deal," Anastasia said. "I've ordered a
laptop, an external screen, a keyboard, a mouse and an Internet
connection. It should all come within a week, except for the Internet
connection, that'll take a week or two."

"Wow," I said and kissed her. "You're one amazing woman. I love you!"

She gave me a heart-melting smile. "Thank you."

After the library, we went to her place and we managed to make
passionate love for the better part of an hour before having to pick up
the children. We didn't have time for a shower and I felt that every
person we met would be able to tell by the smell, but we didn't get any
stares or such. We picked up the children and went home.

Home.

How strange, I actually felt that it WAS home.

Well home, we all undressed and this time around, nobody bothered to
keep anything on.

"Look," India said. "Dad likes us again." She pointed at my erection.

"I'll take care of that," Anastasia said and took my hand. "Come with
me." She led me into the bathroom and started to give me a blow-job.

While she was doing that, Zeline and India came.

"We need the toilet." Then they saw what Anastasia was doing. "See, Mum
is saying hello to his willie."

Anastasia laughed around my erection and I came. She smacked her lips
and stood to give me a kiss. "I guess the genie is out of the bottle,"
she said. "No need to hide this activity out here anymore."

"What about their feelings? I mean, considering what you've been
through."

"Don't worry," she said. "We're not going to force them to do anything,
are we?"

"No, of course not. But ..."

"No problem then." She looked at me with a very serious expression.
"What made it bad for me was the fact that I was forced. Dad didn't
think about my feelings and needs at all. He just forced himself on me.
Mouth, ginny, bum. Just slam-bang. That's what's wrong."

"I see." It sort of DID make sense. Our society was built upon a number
of taboos, but in reality, watching sex in itself was probably not
doing any damage to a child -- at least as long as it was projected in
a positive way.



Over the following days, we settled into a routine and I got more sex
in those few days than I had had in a month with Margaret. Not that
Margaret had ever shied away from sex or denied it to me, but rather
because our relationship was not -- how can I say it? -- as fiery?
Explosive? Feisty? Intense? Yeah, maybe intense is the best
description. Anastasia and I didn't fight or have rows and such, but
there was a perpetual edge of sex to our relationship. Sex and love.

The computer duly arrived on the Saturday and the Internet connection
the following week. I got my flat sold and suddenly we were fairly well
to do.

We were sitting around the table on a Saturday evening, having a roast
dinner, when I broke the question, "Should we buy a bigger place?"

"And move from here?" Anastasia asked.

"Yeah, that was the idea."

"I don't wanna move," Zeline said. "I like it here."

"Me too. Me too," India said. "I like that we are all together and if I
wake up in the night I can see Mum and Dad and I know where everything
is and Zel and me share a bed and all that."

"Yeah," Zeline said. "And -- and -- and -- and Auntie Beryl lives next
door."

I looked at Anastasia.

"Well," she said slowly with deliberation. "It IS a bit small for us,
but on the other hand, it hasn't really been a big problem, has it? And
if we take care of the money, we might be able to buy something when it
is really necessary, like when the girls grow older and want their own
rooms."

"We'll NEVER want our own rooms," India said.

"No, NEVER!" Zeline concurred. "I'll always sleep with India. For ever
and ever."

"OK," I said with a contented sigh. "We'll stay. Not that I really felt
like moving either, to be honest, but I thought I had to ask."

We finished the roast dinner and as the children cleared the table,
Anastasia softened a hard problem for me with her mouth while I
reciprocated on her hot pussy. In no time we climaxed together.

"You know," she said after I had turned around, lying next to her, a
leg over her beautiful body. "I've never been so content in my life."
She caressed my face. "We have a nice family. The children like each
other and act like twins. We've got all our needs met." She sighed. "I
feel rooted for the first time in my life." She looked at me intently
with her big, brown eyes. "We belong here -- and together." She ran her
hand down my body and rested it on top of my penis. Not in a sexual
way, but in a show of love and tenderness. "Ah."

I kissed her. "You're right," I said. "It does feel so settled and your
intensity keeps me so alive."

"Yeah, I can feel that," she said and gave my slowly hardening member a
good squeeze. "You dirty, old man."

"Oh, Dad's big again," India said as she came over. "You need to fill
the dishwasher. If you do that, Mum, I can help get Dad's willie small
again. I know how to. I've seen you do it."

Anastasia laughed. "No, Sweetheart, that's probably not a good idea.
That's something Mums do to Dads, not children."

India gave us a slightly petulant look. "Why not? It looks yummy."

"Well, it's hard to explain, but for now you'll just have to take my
word for it."

"Oh, OK." India sauntered over to Zeline. "No, I can't make Dad's
willie go down, Mum said. Let's play shop."

My erection had definitely not gone down from India's attention. It was
a bit weird, I didn't think of the little girls in any sexual way,
really, and yet I was hit with this -- stimulation, when I heard them
talk about getting my erection down.

Anastasia seemed to read my thoughts. "Do the girls arouse you?" she
asked. Not like an accusation but more like a genuine question.

"Not really," I replied. "But when they quite conversationally talk
about giving me a blow-job, I can't help it but react." I grinned. "My
life has just turned quite happy and rather absurd after meeting you. I
would never have considered walking about naked indoors on my own. It's
not like I hid myself from Zeline, I just didn't go around in the buff
all day." I put a hand on her chest and caressed her breasts. "But now
-- With you -- It feels so ... right."

Anastasia put her hand on top of mine and squeezed it lightly. "That's
good," she whispered. "I don't want to encourage the girls to do
anything with you, but I'm not going to scare them away either." She
sat up. "And now it's time to get you down again." She gave my another
blow-job with the little ones watching her every move. I just lay back
and enjoyed it, shooting wildly into her mouth, when the time came.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You're welcome," Anastasia said, traces of my sperm on her tongue.

That night, after the girls were well asleep, Anastasia and I were
trying to find ways to make love that were not in the Karma Sutra. That
is not easy, I tell you. Anastasia's body seemed able to contort in
ways unimaginable and I got a workout of a lifetime. Thoroughly
exhausted, we had a quick shower and went to sleep.

I dreamed that night. I dreamed that we were on an outing to somewhere.
We were on a train station. Naked. The people around didn't seem to be
bothered about it. I had an erection and Zeline pointed out to
Anastasia that she should do something about it. Anastasia knelt in
front of me and began to lick my erection from base to head. She did
that a few times before just engulfing my head and use her tongue to
lick it between closed lips. She didn't deep throat me as she usually
did, just short, soft licks on my head. All the same, I came in no time
and woke up.

I got a shock. I wasn't on a train station. Obviously. Anastasia didn't
kneel in front of me and lick me. In fact, Anastasia didn't lick me at
all.

The black head in my crotch didn't belong to her, it belonged to India!

And next to her, watching intently, was Zeline.

"What--" I started and sat up halfway.

Anastasia stirred and opened her eyes. When she had taken in the
situation, she began to laugh. "Sorry, Alex," she said. "I hadn't seen
that coming." She shook her head. "You know, Honey," she said to India.
"I thought you understood that this a thing that Mums and Dads should
do to each other and not the children.

"I did understand," India said. "But you were sleeping." Perfect
five-year-old logic. She circled her hand on her tummy. "And it tasted
yummy."

"I'm glad you liked it," Anastasia said. "But you seemed to spill
some." She wiped a few traces of sperm from India's face with her index
finger. "Now you two had better go to sleep. It's way, way past your
bedtime." She licked my sperm off her index finger.

"OK, Mum," India said. She sat up and her naked ginny traced along my
shaft. Luckily, the recent orgasm made me able to control myself. "Good
night."

When India had moved away, Zeline kissed my dick and mumbled, "Good
night, Stasia. Good night, Dad."

Anastasia was chuckling next to me and I swatted her side. "You know,"
she chuckled. "I think Pandora's Box has been opened." She saw my glum
expression. "Take it easy, Love. I don't think India or Zeline will be
any worse off due to this. I'll tell them tomorrow that they can't say
anything to anybody. Alright?"

Reluctantly, I said, "Yeah, OK." Then I gave her a lopsided smile. "But
it DID feel good." I began to get hard yet again.

"You insatiable brute," she said. "Should I start to develop headaches?
Nah, you're MY stallion." She turned her back and had me spoon up to
her, guiding my erection to her wet opening. "Yes! That's it. You
certainly ARE a stallion." She came. Just like that. "I love you so
much, Alex."

My recent orgasm in India's mouth made me enduring and as I kneaded her
breasts and thrusted into her, her fingers raced across her distended
clitoris.

I whispered in her ear, "I love you too, Honey. I love feeling your
soft, black skin against me. I love your sexy body. I love your horny
disposition. I love your big brain. I love your sunshine mood. -- And I
certainly love to fuck your brains out." I thrusted deep into her and
unloaded once again, while she was mewling, trying to suppress a more
loud moaning and groaning. We didn't want to wake up the girls again.

After our lovemaking, she turned her head towards me and I kissed her.

"I definitely love you," she declared. "And I love your sexual prowess
and endurance. Dad could only ever come once or twice a day, not like
you, all the time. And he NEVER managed to give me an orgasm. I love
you, love you. LOVE YOU!"

Still mated, we fell asleep, and this time we weren't disturbed again
during the night by the girls.



When I woke up, late Sunday morning, the girls were playing under their
bed and Anastasia was sleeping like a log. Much to my surprise, I was
still inside her. And hard. I desperately needed the toilet, but I
didn't want to wake her up either, which created a bit of a conundrum
for me. In the end, nature won and I began to withdraw as carefully as
I could.

To no avail.

"Good morning, Honey," Anastasia said and stretched. She contracted her
vagina, sending the most exquisite feelings down my shaft. "Time for a
quickie?"

"I need a wee," I said. "Desperately!"

"Later," she said. "Just do me! Please!"

How could I ignore her plea? I began to move inside her, with short,
sharp thrusts. I was very aware of my bladder. And very aware of the
girls playing across the room. Her finger roamed across her clitoris
again and now and again touched my erection. It was VERY intense and in
a few minutes we both came really hard.

"Wow!" I exclaimed and withdrew, not quite finished shooting. "I needa
go."

"Mmm!" Anastasia mumbled. "That was great!"

I ran to the toilet and managed to sit down just before the Hoover dam
broke. I kept weeing for ages and ages, like I would never stop, until
suddenly -- I did. Anastasia sauntered in through the door, thick sperm
seeping slowly down her legs.

"What a great fuck you are," she said with a smile and sat down in my
lap, facing me. Then I felt a warm shower hitting my tummy and running
down between my legs. "Sorry," she said with a mischievous grin. "I
guess I was desperate too."

"What are you doing to me, you fiend?" I asked her. "Look, I'm hard
again."

"Let's get into the shower," she whispered. "Then you can do my bum."

"Huh?!?"

"I want you to give me a nice arse-fuck," she grinned. She felt my
diamond hardness. "You like the idea?"

"I've never tried that," I said.

"Oh I have," she said. "Dad liked that too. But he was a brute. Not at
all like you."

"Grease?"

"We can use the vaseline. See, not like dad at all. He just shoved it
in."

I greased her bum thoroughly and heard her gasp when I pressed one
finger inside her. I ran it in and out a few times before adding
another finger. She gasped again. Shortly after, I added yet another
finger and Anastasia ooh-ed and ah-ed. After a while, she seemed to
relax well and I withdrew my fingers and put my expectant erection
against her slightly gaping sphincter.

"Oh!" Anastasia moaned as my head started to dilate her anus. "You're
big!"

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked nervously.

"No way, Jose!" she retorted. "Keep going. This is sweet pain compared
to what I have endured before."

"Okey dokey," I said and pressed on.

"Wow!" she said as the head entered her.

I thrust in and out with short, soft moves until I felt her relax
slightly. I bent a hand round to her mons and started to masturbate her
as I increased the depth and speed of my thrusts.

"Oh man," she said. "This is way better than I expected. I'm all
jittery already. And -- Oooohhhhh!!!" She came and I could feel her
sphincter contract around my dick, stopping me temporarily from any
action. It relaxed and contracted in waves until her orgasm subsided.
"Holy crap!" I resumed my moves and after a few minutes hit her bum
with my pelvis. Slap!

"Gosh," I groaned. "I've never been completely buried in a girl before."

"Quit talking and keep fucking," Anastasia said quite bluntly. "I need
to feel you come inside me."

I kept masturbating her, despite the somewhat awkward position, and
made love to her bum with long strokes, slapping against her bum each
time. We both started moaning loudly, feeling our orgasms approaching
rapidly.

"Wayyyyyy Heyyyyy!!!" Anastasia screamed as she came.

I just stopped moving, growled loudly and held on to her for dear life,
while I ejaculated again and again inside her hot intestines.

Just as we came, the door to the bathroom was opened and I heard Zeline
call. "Come quick, India! Dad's willie is trapped in Stasia's bum. We'd
better help him."

I hadn't time to react before she grabbed my dick with one hand and
pushed on Anastasia's bum with the other. She managed to get us
separated and as I was still ejaculating like mad, she managed to get
completely covered in my hot sperm.

"Oh Dad," she scolded me. "Now I need a shower too."

Anastasia had started to laugh and was literally rolling on the floor,
coiled up like a ball.

"Dad's willie is trapped in Stasia's bum ... I ... Phew ... I--" She
laughed so hard she was crying.

India stood in the doorway, arms akimbo. "What's so funny?" She looked
at Zeline. "And why are you covered in Dad's white stuff?"

Things had just gone from absurd to absolutely bizarre.

"Look," I said in an endeavour to rectify the situation. "This is
really a Mum and Dad thing. But Zeline managed to catch us doing it,
but the best you can do now is to just forget it. OK?"

Anastasia laughed even louder. "Zeline caught you buggering me and then
you ask her to forget it!" She rolled back and forth, holding her
tummy. "You're so--" She moaned. "Ah--" She was sobbing. "Uh--"

I gave up. My resolve couldn't handle this much and I too started
laughing like a madman. "The genie is out of the bottle. Pandora's box
has been opened. India has--" I slapped my knees so hard it actually
hurt. "And then Zeline found us--" My whole body was shaking with the
fits of laughter. "Ai, ai, ai, ai, ah!"

The girls looked at us like we were from another planet until our
laughter got so contagious that they laughed too. I'm sure they hadn't
any idea why, but we were all in a bunch on the floor laughing. It took
us more than half an hour to stop it, and still Anastasia or I would
succumb to a fit every now and again.

"You know," Anastasia said at lunchtime. "I don't think I've had this
much fun ever before in my life." She hugged and kissed me all over. "I
love you so very, very much, Alexandre. Can I be your wife?" She looked
at me with her big doe's eyes. "Please!?!"

"Er," I said, completely surprised. "We've know each other for what?
Less than two weeks? And you propose?"

"No, no, no!" she said seriously and shook a hand in front of me. "I
asked for you to propose to me." She paused. "At your convenience,
obviously ... If you want to, that is."

"Oh," I said. "I see." I kissed her tenderly. "Just a moment." I went
over to my cupboard and opened a drawer. I returned to her at the table
and called the girls over. Anastasia looked questioningly at me, like
'What's going on?' and I knelt in front of her and looked up. I almost
stopped there, as I caught sight of her wet pussy, but I forced myself
to raise my gaze to her eyes. I popped the little box in my palm open.
"Anastasia Alexy Annabelle Andersson, will you marry me?"

"What? What are you doing?" she said in a high-pitched voice. "Are you
proposing?" I nodded. "To me?"

I shook my head. "No, to India, of course ... Come on, Silly. I said
your name. Who else could it be?"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes!" She tumbled down from the chair and hugged me tightly like she
was afraid of falling off the earth. Her tears ran down her cheeks like
a salty version of Niagara Falls. "Oh gosh--" She was unable to say any
more. She just hung on to me and sobbed while I stroked her head and
kissed on top of it.

At long last, she managed to get a grip on her emotions and looked at
the ring. It was a simple ring with a subtle pattern and one, large
diamond. "Where did you get this from?" she asked and looked at the
ring.

"The jewellers," I said. "What did you think?"

"Is it for me?"

"Look inside."

She looked inside and read out loud, "Anastasia and Alexandre. Love
conquers all". She showered me with kisses. "That's so sweet." She held
my head in her hands, looking me deep in my eyes. "When had you planned
to propose?"

"At dinnertime today," I said. "But you sort of pre-empted that."

"Oh Alex!"

Zeline looked at India. "That means that Stasia will be my real mum and
Dad your real dad," she said as an explanation.

India nodded like it made good sense to her.

What a day!

And it was only lunchtime.


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