Santa's Little Helper Ch. 05

Santa's Little Helper - Chapter 5

© 2026 Bad Hobbit

Author's Note: I had intended to finish the story in Chapter 4, but there turned out to be more to say than I realised. These last 2 chapters are a little shorter than the previous ones, but if I'd rolled them into one, the result would've been too long. And the Literotica 'moderators' decided that my stories had episodes of paedophilia in them, and wouldn't publish them, so I've had to remove a few bits that I felt were important to the plot flow. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

After her intensive training and household duties over the previous two weeks, Nina was looking frazzled. I'd asked Marcia for a bit of overnight cover so that the girl could have some respite and a night out on her own. When this was agreed, I told everyone that I'd bought some cinema tickets, and that Nina would crash at my place and go home the next day. But what happened next surprised even me.

There were, of course, no cinema tickets. I cooked us a romantic meal at home, with wine. We went to bed early - around eight. I ate her pussy until she screamed. She deep-throated me for a while, but I insisted that she stop; I wanted to focus on her. And then she said something that took my breath away.

"Frank, do you have any condoms?"

"Yeah, I think there are one or two in the drawer. But I didn't think we needed them anymore."

"We - we will do. Because, Frank, I'd like you to fuck me."

"And I will, baby. I just need to get you nicely lubed up..."

"No, Frank. I want to feel it in - in my pussy."

"Nina, sweetie, you said you wanted to stay a virgin..."

"Until the right man - someone who loved me - came along. Frank, you're here."

"Nina, my love. I do love you, but I'm old enough to be your father - almost your grandfather. We've done some amazing things together..."

"You've mostly done them to me, Frank," she said with a faux-innocent smile.

"Only because you begged me to. But this - I think it's a step too far."

"Oh, so you're happy to fuck an eighteen-year-old girl's throat and arse, but not her pussy when she begs for it? How does that work, Frank?"

I honestly didn't have an answer.

"Look, baby, it's just that I know how you've been saving your virginity..."

"For someone special. And Frank, you're special. You've told me you love me, and sure, I guess anyone could do that. But more than anyone I've ever met, you've shown me you love me, in the way you've treated and supported my family and me. You've gone out on a limb to make sure I'm OK, and my sisters and brother are safe. You've helped my mum to get back on her feet. You've helped me find a job. You've been fucking amazing, Frank. Which is why I want you to be the first to fuck me."

"Nina, if you're absolutely certain that that's what you want - and I still think it's too soon - then I will make love to you, but I won't fuck you. If you're going to offer me this gift, I will treasure it."

She looked straight into my eyes. "Frank, I want this. I want it more than anything. If I could, I'd ask you to do it without a condom, because I just want to feel you, the pure, naked you, inside me. But I can't risk getting pregnant - not now - because I have so many responsibilities. But I want it so much. So if you want it as much as me..."

I kissed her, and the kiss went on for some time. When our mouths finally separated - with my hand on one of her lovely breasts, and one of hers on my cock - I tried (insanely) to talk her out of it.

"Nina, you're the most wonderful girl I've ever met, and I want this as much as you. But what I want - what either of us wants - isn't really the issue. Should I seriously take the virginity of a girl so much younger than me? Shouldn't you wait just a little longer? You're beyond gorgeous, but you're so young, and although we've done things that have been about as depraved as we can get, you're still technically a virgin, as you've said you want to be. Why now? Why not wait until someone a lot nearer your own age comes along and treats you like the princess you are?"

"Frank, I don't give a fuck about younger guys. I do give a fuck about - and to - you. I've never felt like this about anyone before. The age difference means nothing to me. What matters is that we love each other, and that I know you'll never hurt me, that you'll always be there for me, that I'm your princess. I want you, Frank. I want you so much. My pussy wants you. You've filled my arse, and it feels so amazing, and I just long for it. I need it so much. It makes me feel more than alive. But Frank, my pussy is telling me that it's time. Please don't ask me to explain. I love you so much, and I know you love me in return. There's absolutely nobody who deserves to take my virginity more than you. You've earned it a thousand times over. So please, please just do it, Frank. I need it so much."

"OK, Nina, I won't try to talk you out of it. God knows, I want it, and I will absolutely try to make it good for you if you're determined to offer this precious gift to me. But if I do the deed, as you seem, against all logic, to want me to do, shouldn't I break your hymen first before actually penetrating you, so that it feels good for you?"

"No, Frank; it seems kinda symbolic. If you do that, then - then, I don't know, there's this almost mechanistic feel to it. What I want is to spread my legs for you. I want to ask you - beg you - to put your cock inside my pussy. I want you to do it, to be as gentle as you can, and make it feel as good for me as I know you will. If I don't come the first time, even if I'm sore, I'll be happy if I'm just wrapped around you, holding you inside me and feeling you so, so close. I just want to be looking into your eyes when you break through and make me a woman. It's you I want, as deep in me as you can go. You've touched my heart, Frank. Emotionally, you're deep inside me. I want you to match that, physically. I want you inside my most precious, tight little hole, feel you reaching your climax because you're inside me, Frank. God, I want it so much!"

Then she kissed me again, and stroked my cock, and pressed her lovely breasts against my chest. And about then, any resistance I'd put up evaporated.

I spent maybe half an hour working my way around her body with my fingers and my tongue. Starting with her mouth, I kissed and licked every part of her. The scar across her shoulder caused by Pascoe's knife was healing well, and partly obscured by the dragon tattoo. As Radiohead sang in 'Creep', her skin was so perfect it almost made me cry. I never understood why a girl as beautiful as Nina would want to spoil her body with tattoos and piercings, but somehow I'd managed to look past that and just enjoy the beauty of a young girl who was emotionally scarred but, in my eyes at least, physically and temperamentally flawless.

She made sweet little whimpering noises when my tongue snaked up her inner thigh and began to circulate around her vulva. I spent at least ten minutes exploring every crevice of the area I was about to invade, while mentally preparing myself for the deed to be done. I was going to hurt the girl I loved; I couldn't help it. My cock was going to force its way through her hymen, tear that flap of skin she'd had since birth. She would bleed, and she would be sore. How could I mitigate that? How could I even do this thing? It felt like a defilement.

I decided to keep working on her pussy with my mouth, perhaps make her come, and then, if she wanted to be penetrated, go in through the backdoor again. But she had other ideas.

"Frank. Frank! Stop, please. I want you, now. Do it, please. Stick it in. Be gentle, but please, do it."

Her smooth thighs were spread wide apart, her pink slit glistened with her own juices and my saliva. My cock was twitching with anticipation. I hesitated.

"Nina, I..."

"Frank, don't chicken out now. Put your cock in me. For fuck's sake, Frank, fuck me!"

Reluctantly, I slid up her sweet young body, trailing the tip of my tongue all the way until I reached her mouth. We kissed, a loving but passionate kiss.

"Are you sure, baby? Only it may well hurt. I can't prevent that."

"I don't care, Frank. I just want you to do it. I know you'll be as gentle as you can. I just have to feel you inside me. Please don't keep me waiting any longer."

With a sigh, I opened the condom wrapper, rolled the rubber onto my cock, and then slathered on as much lube as if I was going to stick it up her arse. Over the years, I'd picked up a little knowledge about what a girl experiences when losing her virginity. I'd had to comfort and reassure several distraught teenagers who'd either been raped or had acquiesced to sex with an inexperienced and inconsiderate lover. And just occasionally, I'd had to lecture girls who'd had inappropriate and unprotected sex and sometimes seemed rather smug about the result - except that they were running a risk of pregnancy or had even picked up a nasty infection.

To better prepare myself for these types of conversations, I'd discussed the issues with some nurses and midwives, who'd explained a lot of the mechanics to me. For the immediate issue, it would depend very much on the type and elasticity of Nina's hymen as to how much she - indeed, both of us - would enjoy what was to come. So I'd maximised her arousal and lubed up. And then I started to explore the orifice in question with my equally lubed fingers, pulling gently, stretching, teasing. I could tell by her ragged breathing that my lover was aroused and a little anxious, so I spent some time stimulating the inner surface of that tight little tube, while also not forgetting to return to her clitoris with my tongue.

"Frank - please! For fuck's sake! Please - please just stick it in. I really need to feel it!"

"Nina, baby, trust me. I'm just trying to do everything I can to make it good for you. It feels - it feels like you have a - a crescent-shaped hymen. That's good. Let me just see if I can stretch it gently first."

"Don't - don't tear it with your fingers. I want - I want your nice cock to be the thing that breaks it..."

"Nina, I know it's all very symbolic, but baby, if you enjoy it, I will too. If you're in pain, I won't want to continue. So just let me loosen you up. I think..." I pulled gently on that pesky little flap of skin and watched Nina's face. No indication of pain, just perhaps some unusual sensations. "I think we can do this without me hurting you. Just let me see how..."

"It feels - strange, but - but super sexy. That's - that's your fingers, up inside my - OOH! Oh, that feels - feels - nice!"

I'd managed to insinuate a finger deeper than I expected, squeezing past the hymen and onto the G-spot. Slow, circling movements, and then, as the skin yielded a little to my finger, the soft rubbing that Celia had enjoyed. Nina's eyelids flickered as one finger teased that little spot inside, while another found its external counterpart and took up a similar circling, then rubbing, motion.

"Frank - Frank, please! It feels - it feels good, but - but I so want to feel your cock in me. Just get on with it! Slide it in me, now! Just - just fuck me, please, Frank! Please, just - just fuck me..."

Her eyes took on a pleading expression. I wasn't sure she was ready. I could feel her hymen stretching and moving, perhaps relaxing a little, but was it enough? She was begging me, and I so desperately wanted to do as she asked. I carefully removed my fingers from inside her, squeezed even more lube onto my rubbered cock, and lined up with the hole.

"I love you, Nina," I said, smiling down at her.

"And I love you, Frank. Ooh, that feels - that feels sexy. Do it, please - please, Frank. Do it, now!"

I leaned into the task, putting some gentle pressure onto the area surrounding my cock head, and felt the soft flesh yield slightly, still putting up some resistance.

"Look at me, Nina, darling. I'm going to go really slowly. I'm going to be gentle. We're - we're going to make love. You're going to open for me, and I'm going to slide effortlessly inside. It's going to be beautiful. Nothing to be afraid of, everything to enjoy."

She gazed up at me, and my heart melted. "Just relax. Open and welcome me in, my darling. I think we can do this, and I think it's going to be delicious and thrilling. All you need to do is relax and let it happen. I think I've found a way to make it not hurt."

In truth, I felt reassured by what my fingers had found. The shape of her hymen and its apparent elasticity made me feel that maybe, just maybe, it would stretch out of the way of my invading cock. I tried to guide the head into the open crescent that gave access to the depths of her vagina, in the hope that that thin membrane would conveniently stretch aside and let me pass. All the while I was watching Nina's face for any signs of pain.

"Nina, my beauty, my love; how's it feeling?"

"You - you feel kinda - big - in my pussy. It's a little like when - when you - OH!"

"What was that?"

"I - don't know. It just feels like - like you're a long way in."

I looked down and realised that just over half my cock was inside her. That meant I'd managed to slip past her hymen, and there was no sign of blood, no squeal of pain.

"Baby, I am a long way in. I think we've gone past the difficult part. Now you just have to move with me?"

Her face broke into a broad smile. "It - it feels - amazing, Frank. You're - inside me. You're right up inside - OOOOH!"

At that point, I changed the angle and slid slowly backwards, trying my best to stimulate her G-spot. Before she could say anything else, I went back the same way.

"OhmyGod! Is that - is that how it's meant to feel?"

"Good?"

"Well - YEAH! Every time you do that it's - it's better, even, than up my bum. It feels - OH YES!"

It seemed that her previously unstimulated G-spot was more sensitive than even I had hoped. I repeated the action, edging deeper. Slowly in, slowly out, pressing my cock-head on the front wall of her pussy. Then...

"Oh fuck, Frank! You're - you're all the way in!"

I was. My hips pressed against her spread thighs. And then she pulled her legs higher and arched her back to press her pussy more tightly against me. And grinned.

"Frank, you're - you're right up inside me. Inside my pussy. You're fucking me, properly, like - like lovers should."

"So - so in your arse, it was different?" I panted. The exertion of keeping the angle right - my cock isn't big enough to just let my girth do the work - and the sheer excitement and elation of what I was doing were beginning to make me a little breathless.

"Up my arse is - is pervy. Up my pussy is - is loving."

"Well, I hope you're loving this, because I am." I was almost euphoric. I was thrusting my cock into my loved one's pussy - fucking her, but in a very affectionate way - and we'd somehow avoided all the pain and mess that often accompanies a defloration.

"God, Frank, it's fucking gorgeous. Please keep doing it, while I work out what feels best."

Keeping the angle right was putting some strain on my back and glutes, but I persevered. I was giving pleasure to the girl I loved, and I was getting a lot of pleasure in return. The much-maligned missionary is a good position, and not just because the G-spot can be stimulated by the top of the guy's cock, rather than the sensitive frenulum, reducing the risk of premature ejaculation. It's the most romantic and sensual of all the positions. You're literally face to face, gazing into each other's eyes, probably kissing. You can caress her breasts, slide your hand down between your bodies to rub her clit. Her legs are spread, usually embracing you, opening for you and maybe even pulling you in. It was the ideal position for the most romantic sex I'd had since before Celia died. It was bliss, and if I could ignore the dull ache in my lower back and upper thighs, I thought I could go on for as long as it took.

The sheer joy of being able to enter my beloved's sacred chamber without causing her pain, and instead create pleasure for her - in a way I'd rarely succeeded with my late wife - was a joy in itself. But then she said something that I wasn't expecting - at least not on my first penetration of her virgin vagina.

"Frank, it - it feels good, but - but could you please do it - harder?"

"Harder?"

"Yes, it's - just a bit too gentle. When you hit that spot, it - it feels nice, but it's - it's like you're just - just teasing it. That button - it needs to be - be pushed - harder. Please?"

I paused for a moment, then reached for a pillow. "Lift up, sweetie," I whispered. She arched her back a little more, and I slid a pillow under her peachy bum, and sat back on my heels. She gasped.

"Oh yes. Oh that's - that's more like it!"

The new angle eased the strain in my back and allowed me to target the correct area. 'Harder', she'd asked, when I'd expected, 'Please be gentle'. Celia always wanted gentle. I was eager to see how Nina would respond to 'harder' - and indeed whether I could manage it inside Nina's tight, virgin hole.

But I started thrusting harder - harder than Celia would ever have allowed - and Nina started moaning softly.

"Oh, yes, Frank. Just like that! Yes! Right - right there!"

I was looking at her sweet face, her eyes closed, her soft lips parted, enjoying what I was doing. I'd dreaded the moment I had to break her hymen, but it had been so much easier than I feared. And now, I was giving her the sort of pleasure I'd never achieved with my wife. All I had to do was hold on for long enough for her to orgasm before me.

How I held on, I have no idea. I guess that wearing a condom had become an alien sensation, and it was distracting - and desensitising - enough to help my control. But Nina's excited gasps and moans, punctuated by cries of 'Oh, YES!' and 'Oh, harder! Harder, please!' were in serious danger of getting me over the line first. In the end, I think it was my thumb on her clit - the enhanced sensation for her, the difficult contortion providing a distraction for me - that helped her reach her climax before me. But only slightly before me. Our first actual, vaginal fuck was magical, and ended in an almost-simultaneous orgasm.

****

Janice finally returned home at the end of January, and I breathed a sigh of relief. But having first flagged the risk to her mental health, I now had to press for the authorities to loosen the reins and let love and her desire to resume maternal duty heal the scars. Nina and I supervised her, and it certainly looked as though she'd turned a corner. She hugged her kids, prepared their breakfasts and cooked them supper - nothing elaborate, but at least some decent, nutritious meals - and started discussing working part time for her employer. She'd been a home-based customer support call-handler for a white-goods company, and they seemed to be pretty accommodating of her time off.

After Nina had finished her training, she'd been sent to various locations, learning aspects of the job by carrying out tasks under supervision, but it was exhausting - she had to travel everywhere on public transport, and not always straightforward journeys - and we saw little of each other. She really needed a long-term, supervised probation placement. I was gradually getting a grip on the chaos that Kewstoke House had descended into, but I needed additional, reliable staff. There was an obvious solution to both problems. A few words with Jake, bypassing Marcia, and Nina was working under me, in every sense of the word.

And as she'd be working for me, travelling to the same place every day, and as Janice seemed to be coping, I suggested that Nina should stay at my house for her probation period; at least three months. Her mother's house was much harder to get to, and it would have taken her over an hour on public transport. For us, this had a number of advantages. Without the demands placed on her by her family, Nina could relax in the evenings and study. Although Janice was on the mend, there still seemed to be some ongoing friction and resentment between Nina and her mother, which was focused on her and not the other kids. Staying with me, away from her semi-parenting duties, she kept out of the way of Janice's misplaced resentment, had my attention all evening, so she could ask me questions about the new job, and I could mentor her.

And, at last, we could fuck as much as we wanted to. Which turned out to be a lot.

The first night after having moved in with me was frenetic. I opened a bottle of wine and was just getting out some ingredients to make us a pasta Puttanesca when she appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but her hold-up stockings and clutching an unopened condom between her lips. Soon afterwards, the condom lay on the kitchen table as her lips fastened around something more substantial. It seemed like some time since I'd enjoyed one of Nina's deep-throat cock-caresses, and as much as I tried to prevent her from taking me to orgasm, she persisted, clutching my buttocks while forcing her head against my abdomen. The semen that I pumped down her throat had been saved up since our delightful defloration adventure and was seemingly desperate for release.

And I noticed something else. As we headed for my - now our - bed, I realised that her pubic hair was significantly reduced.

"I shaved some of it off. I thought it might make the next bit more pleasant for you. I'll get it waxed when I get a chance."

Honestly, the taste and texture of Nina's pussy, as she straddled my face and gyrated on my lips and tongue, was more than enough to get me hard again in record time. I'd begun to fantasise about those delicious, pink crinkles, remembering their various textures - some soft and velvety, others smooth and silky. I probed, I nibbled, I licked, I strummed, I sucked. And ultimately rejoiced as she first thrust her clitoris hard against my flattened tongue as it stroked back and forth, and then as she squirmed away when the sensations became too much.

Then giggling, she tore open the condom wrapper, applied it to my cock with her mouth, and mounted me. This was a little like a cross between our one, delicious, missionary fuck, weeks earlier, and the cowgirl anal session we'd first enjoyed before all the trauma. She was on top, slowly lowering that tight, almost-virgin receptacle onto my straining and very rampant cock, giving me a highly erotic view, similar to the ones I'd enjoyed during equally amazing cowgirl anal fucks we'd both enjoyed.

"Lean back," I said as she slowly enveloped my cock. "It'll feel better."

It clearly did, and a few minutes later, the bed was creaking as she bounced enthusiastically on my dick, and I tightened my abs to press the head of my cock against the front wall of her pussy. She didn't need to murmur 'Harder', because she controlled the pace, and she clearly enjoyed fucking herself enthusiastically on my rampant penis. I was learning better control, but faced with the naked Nina, in nothing but sexy stockings, repeatedly impaling her pussy on me, it was fucking hard. Despite the clit-work and the tit-squeezing, I think I still came seconds before her. Fortunately, it was seconds, not minutes.

"Notice anything different?" she asked as we lay side by side.

"Apart from the shaved pussy?"

"My hair?"

"Head or pubic. No, you're right. The green has gone."

"Anything else?"

"The facial piercings. Come to think of it, I haven't seen them..."

"In several weeks. You're an unobservant git, Frank Parker. I washed out the green and took out the piercings when I started my probation, and you never spotted the difference? I don't think you love me." She adopted a pout that would have made me sad if I didn't know it was feigned.

I kissed her. "Of course I love you. I've just had rather a lot on my mind."

"And on your cock. I've sucked you off and fucked you senseless, and you can't even be bothered to notice the girl who's doing it to you. I think I should find someone with better eyesight."

I put my arms around her, hugged her tightly, and kissed her fiercely. "Don't ever do that, Nina. You'd break my heart." I realised, as soon as I'd said it, that I shouldn't have. I loved this girl with every fibre of my being, but we weren't meant to be together. A thirty-three-year age gap was just impossible, especially in my profession. I really should have persuaded her to forget me and find someone her own age. But I couldn't.

"Don't worry, you silly old sod. I love you, and you know it. And talking of sod, my arse hasn't been stretched for a while. You've been too busy fucking my pussy. Any chance you could remedy that and give me a vigorous buggering?" She giggled, girlishly, and while my heart melted, my cock did the opposite.

"FUUUCK! That's so fucking DEEEEP," she moaned, about half an hour later, after I'd carefully lubed, fingered, plugged, and then invaded her arse with a vibrator, shortly before doing so again with my cock. Bent over the bed in just her sexy stockings, legs spread, hands tied (at her insistence), she was (intentionally) helpless as I started my anal invasion slowly and then increased the pace and depth. My fingers were in her pussy, rubbing her prominent clit as she moaned and drove her hips back to meet mine, my other hand cupping her firm young breast and pinching the nipple.

"FUCK! YES! Fuck my arse! Fuck it! Fuck my - my ARSE! YES! HARDER!"

If my hands hadn't been occupied, I'd have shoved my fingers in my ears. It was all getting too much. I made a mental note to buy duct tape. And I came, once again, before she did, and had to get her off with my fingers as my cock softened in her rectum.

"By the way, you rampant old sod, I have some good news for you," she said, smiling, as we cuddled in post coital bliss.

"Which is?"

"I'm on the pill. In a couple of weeks we can chuck out the condoms, and you can fuck me in all three holes and come wherever you like."

"Wow, Nina, that's..."

"I thought you'd like that. Oh, and if you don't mind giving me a lift on Friday after work, I have an appointment at the beauty salon."

"What for? You're gorgeous already."

"I'm getting waxed, Frank. A smooth pussy for you to fuck. Imagine your cum leaking out of that!"

I hugged and kissed her, largely to cover my shame. What was I doing to this sweet, innocent girl? I'd corrupted her, turned her into little short of a nymphomaniac who was demanding to be penetrated in ways that a girl her age should barely be aware of. It made me feel a bit like a paedophile myself. But I couldn't help it; I adored this young girl, and I had no idea what I'd do if I lost her.

*****

"So I put it to you, Miss Andrews, that your claim that the defendant put his penis in your mouth and ejaculated was fabricated by you, to make your mother jealous."

I could see Nina fighting down the rage that was bubbling under the surface. Anticipating a difficult time on the witness stand during Pascoe's trial, I'd taught her some NLP techniques to try to keep her emotions under control.

"Pascoe's brief will try to intimidate you. Don't get angry. You know what happened, you know what he did. Tell it as it happened," I'd said.

I saw her take a deep breath, momentarily close her eyes, and then speak in a clear voice. It wavered a little, but she was exercising excellent control.

"Gerry Pascoe's penis is rather short; I'd guess around twelve centimetres. He's uncircumcised and..."

"I don't think that the court needs to..."

"Oh, but it does, sir," she replied, angrily. "He has a small cyst on his left testicle, and his pubic hair is thick and wiry. He has a tattoo of a heart on his ar - on his left buttock. From how he behaves, I guess he has a tattoo of an arse on his heart." There was subdued laughter in the court. "And his semen tastes very nasty and bitter. You can check all of this for yourself, though I don't recommend tasting his semen. But if he didn't do what I said, how would I know this?" Her voice was becoming rather shrill, but I was impressed that she held it together. There was a susurration around the courtroom that told me her evidence had shocked the people there. Janice looked shell-shocked.

"Your mother said you led him on."

"Yes, she did. Unfortunately, she fell under his manipulative spell. Meanwhile, after he first did what he did, I wedged a chair under the door handle of my room every night to stop him from trying to do it again. I told Gemma to do the same thing, because I was terrified he'd do it to her if he couldn't get to me. Eventually, she let her guard down, and he tried - and you've heard the evidence."

Her jaw was set firmly, and there was a light in her eyes that told me that, if she was on the courtroom floor, she'd probably have punched Pascoe's lawyer by now.

"Thank you. Er, no further questions."

I'd tried to coach Gemma in the same way, but she wasn't as strong as Nina, and Pascoe's brief tried to bully her. Fortunately, the prosecution barrister interjected.

"Milud, the court has heard the evidence of the attempted sexual assault. I see no reason why this young girl should be subjected to this undignified ordeal at the hands of the defendant's counsel when the evidence is already clear."

Gemma was allowed to stand down. I was called to reiterate what I'd heard on Nina's phone. One of the police officers who attended was asked to describe what happened outside the Andrews' home. Then Mike took the stand and rattled through the evidence he'd given to the jury. There was quite a file of documents - mostly photos, but also bank statements showing unauthorised withdrawals and two marriage certificates - to point out that Pascoe took and shared pornographic images, stole from Janice and was a bigamist. It took the jury fifteen minutes to declare him guilty.

"CUNTS!" Pascoe shouted from the dock. "I'll fucking get the lot of you!" An officer restrained him, while the judge repeated the guilty verdict, warned him that his threats would be taken into account when sentencing, and ordered Pascoe to be taken down.

Outside the court, I hugged Nina and Gemma. Janice was in tears and kept murmuring, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" Mike and I exchanged satisfied smiles and nods, having got the result we wanted.

"Is he going away for a long time?" Lily asked, as we clustered together outside the courtroom.

"Yes. I don't think you'll see him again."

"GOOD!" George chimed in. "He's a bad man!" Then he rushed over to his eldest sister to be lifted up and hugged.

"Can Nina come home now? We miss her," Lily added in a plaintive voice. I suddenly felt a jolt of fear.

"Er, Nina's staying with me because we're working at the same place. She can come home at weekends, and you can see her..."

"But we wuv her," George chimed in, his little arms around Nina's neck. "We want her bat." His mispronunciation of the 'ck' sound wasn't so endearing when it meant the girl I loved would be torn between her love - and apparent lust - for me and her feelings of duty and emotional longing to be big sister to her siblings.

"We'll see," was all I could say. Nina's expression showed the conflict she was feeling, and the strain that her ordeal in court had put her through. I wanted to hug her, but felt I shouldn't in such a public place.

When we got back to her house, I spoke with her in the kitchen. I could see there were tears in her eyes, and she was still trembling from her experience in court. "I'm sorry, sweetie; you must be feeling torn in two. They want you to come back here, and I need you at my place. I'll do whatever you want. I just want you to be happy."

"Oh, Frank, I don't know what will make me happy. I love my family, but I love you. This is all so hard!" I held her as she cried on my shoulder.

I left her at her mother's home that evening, and called her the next day.

"Look, my love, we have to reach a compromise that doesn't rip you in two. How about we sort some driving lessons for you? That way, you can go to and from work, my place and your mum's when you choose, and won't be reliant on me giving you lifts. Stay at mine for as much of the week as makes sense and go home with the family when you feel it's right."

"Frank, that's a great idea. Thank you. But, I mean, I've been thinking. They're going to have to get used to me not being around anyway. If I'd gone to college, or if I got a posting or a promotion to somewhere on the other side of London, I couldn't be there for them. But for now, can I come to yours on Sunday night?"

The bedroom was lit with candles. There were wine glasses by the bedside. We'd had a bath together. We'd washed each other's bodies, dried off, and then I massaged her gently, all over with some scented oil. We kissed, caressed, and gradually ramped up our intimacy. She lay on top of me as we had a slow, delicious sixty-nine, me tracing the folds of her now-silky-smooth slit, probing her pussy-hole with my fingers, occasionally flexing the buzzing plug she'd inserted into her crinkled pink sphincter. She, meanwhile, slowly fucked my cock with her mouth; long, deep, slow, with some throat but mostly lips and tongue. It was exquisite.

Then, without further warning, she sat up, turned around, and lowered her soft, wet pussy onto my cock. Despite the distraction of her delicious young body, its most private secrets open and revealed to me, I couldn't take my eyes off her face. Her eyes were shining, and she had the most wonderful expression, a mixture of powerful desire and deep love.

As she slowly rose and fell on my grateful cock, her hands stretched out on my chest, we stared into each other's eyes and occasionally kissed, as I gently stroked her open pussy.

"I love you, Frank Parker," she breathed.

"I love you too, Nina Andrews," I replied.

"I - I'm going to come soon, Frank. I want you to come inside me, please. And then - and then, maybe later..."

I kissed her again, and we did exactly as she wanted. Later, once her mouth had returned my cock to the requisite hardness, I penetrated her tight little arse. As she moaned softly, "Fuck my arse, Frank. Fuck it deep. Oh yes! Just - just like that!" I was surprised how romantic it all felt.

On Monday morning, I woke up early. Nina was still asleep, so I slid down the bed, gently spread her legs, and began an exploration of her upper thighs and vulva with my fingers and tongue. After a minute or so, she looked down at me, sleepily, reached out and pulled my head up by my hair. "Fuck me, please, Frank. Do it now. Make it quick - but make it count." I did. We came almost simultaneously. Maybe that's what love does. In any event, it set me up for the week, and we both went into work well-disposed to the world.

Honestly, I have no idea how any of this will work out. Since Lily and George came for a sleepover a couple of weeks ago, I haven't changed the bedding in the guest room, so as to make it look as though that's where Nina normally sleeps when she's at my house. The toys, lubes and restraints - yes, Nina bought some more from Ann Summers, with cash, to avoid any trail of evidence to either of us - are kept in a box at the back of my wardrobe, and are carefully cleaned and returned after every use. (If anyone finds them, I could always say that they were left over from when Celia was alive, though I'm sure my late wife would have been appalled at what's in that box). I'm giving Nina driving lessons most weekends and some evenings. Recently, we drove out to Hainault, slipped into the forest, and I fucked her up against a tree - a risk, I know, but we were both desperate by then. I literally had to push a handkerchief into her mouth and tell her to bite down on it to muffle her screams and moans.

Will our secret be revealed? I obviously pray that it won't. At work, we try to look professional, and she passed her probation with flying colours and moved a notch up on the pay scale. She's an absolute natural with the kids, and I've found myself fantasising about marrying her and having children of our own. But, sadly, it remains an impossible fantasy, and we both know it. In some ways, we're living on the edge, one step away from discovery and ruin.

But we love each other, and we wouldn't have it any other way. And maybe this Christmas, we can be Santa and Elf again, this time at Kewstoke House for the kids there. The thought of her in just skin-tight green leggings and a tabard top, with nothing underneath - in our bedroom, not Santa's Grotto, of course - is already getting me hard.