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A Boy's Fulfilment
by Des Rathgit (desrathgit88@googlemail.com)
***
This story describes the awakening of a boy's sexual desires, his
mother assisting, also of another boy and a girl. (Fbbg, extreme-
ped, 1st, oral, anal)
***
Author Note: The usual disclaimers apply - everything you read
between here and the final words is total fiction, being the
product of an imagination which I'm sure would not be appreciated
by the "moral minority", censors of all colours, or the Thought
Police. Assuming you are none of the above, please keep your open
mind and read on...
***
I was watching a Saturday match at the cricket club in a town a
few miles from my home; I preferred this particular club ground
because I could watch while sitting in my car, which was much more
comfortable than the hard wooden benches next to the club-house.
It was also quieter, as the local supporters tended to become
rather noisy when lubricated with multiple cans of lager. My wife
Sarah had accompanied me to the town to go shopping, leaving me to
enjoy the game by myself.
After completion of the first innings, there was a 40-minute break
while the teams had tea and sandwiches, or perhaps beer and curry.
I decided to walk into the nearby shopping centre for want of
something better to do, and when I arrived there I needed to have
a pee, so I went to the public toilets. I was just about to enter
when a small ginger-haired boy was ejected from the building with
some force, inevitably crying his eyes out.
I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he was desperate to
pee, but there were three boys in there and one of them had told
him to get out. I suggested that he could come in with me, holding
my hand and addressing me as 'Uncle Joe'. His tears subsided, he
told me his name, Darren Whiting, his age, 8, then he took my hand
and we went in.
As soon as the biggest of the three boys saw Darren, he said, "I
told you to get out, Ginger-Nut," and tried to grab Darren's hair
with his left hand, but I just held the offending hand and slowly
crushed it. The boy cried out in pain while his two friends
watched in alarm. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a
flick-knife, threatening me with it. I let go of Darren's hand and
grabbed the boy's right hand, enclosing the flick-knife and slowly
crushing that hand as well. I could see his blood dripping from
it, and when the boy also saw the blood he started crying.
"Look at your big tough pal, he's crying like a baby," I said to
the other two boys; they looked disgusted and walked out of the
toilet. I released the boy's left hand and prised the fingers of
his right so that he dropped the knife; when I released his right
hand he ran out of the building. I picked up the knife carefully
with my handkerchief, closed the blade and put it in my pocket.
Meanwhile, Darren had been peeing; he finished and I asked him to
wait while I did the same. I noticed that he was watching my cock,
but decided not to do anything about it. While I was peeing, I
asked him what he was doing in the town, and he replied, "Nothing
much, I'm just hanging around, waiting for my Mum to finish work."
He told me that his mother worked at a large department store in
the town. He usually went to a friend's house on Saturdays but
this week his friend was away on holiday and his Mum hadn't known
about it; she assumed that Darren was with his friend. The school
summer term had just ended and he wasn't sure what he was going to
do with himself during the working week.
I decided to go and speak to Mrs Whiting to advise her of the
situation that Darren had endured. It occurred to me that if the
bully-boy saw him again, Darren might be in danger; boys that
carried flick-knives were unlikely to give in so easily. We left
the toilet building and walked to the department store, where I
asked to speak to Mrs Avril Whiting. She was paged and when she
appeared she was more than somewhat surprised to see Darren with a
stranger. I recounted the events of our meeting, and I could see
the consternation on her face - she was thinking along the same
lines as I was and was worried for Darren's safety.
I took the flick-knife from my pocket, asked for a plastic bag,
enclosed the knife in the bag and suggested that she call the
police. I pointed out to her that the only set of fingerprints on
the knife would belong to the bully-boy, and that if his prints
and/or DNA were on record they could probably identify him. I was
happy to explain the events if required by the police.
Then I told Avril about Darren's friend being away, and she looked
even more concerned that Darren had just been hanging around the
town for the day. I suggested that I could look after him until
she finished work, that I could take him with me to watch the
cricket match, and maybe interest him in the game. Her gratitude
was almost overwhelming; we exchanged addresses and phone numbers
and she said she would ring me on my mobile phone when she
returned home. She was glad that Darren would have something to do
and someone to keep him safe for the rest of the afternoon.
We returned to the cricket ground; as we walked, he slipped his
hand into mine with a happy smile. The first thing I did when we
arrived at the club-house was to buy two plates of chips and
drinks. Darren obviously hadn't eaten since breakfast, and he was
ravenous. When we finished the meal, I bought us both an ice cream
and we returned to the car to watch the match. I decided to sit in
the front passenger seat and asked Darren if he wanted to sit in
the driver's seat.
"I'd much rather sit on your lap, Uncle Joe," he said; by way of
reply, I lifted him into the position he requested. He rested his
head on my shoulder and we both watched the game. I had to explain
the action to him; he was obviously interested, to the extent that
he cheered loudly when a batsman hit a six.
Just before Darren finished his ice cream he managed to spill some
on his lap. I fetched a tissue from the glove-box and wiped it
away; as I did so, I noticed that he was sporting a little
erection immediately under the ice-cream spot. I decided to act as
though surprised and asked him, "What's that in your pocket?"
He giggled and replied, "That's not something in my pocket, it's
my willy."
"Why is it stiff then?"
"Because I like you touching it."
I gave it a little squeeze and he giggled and said, "That feels
nice. Do it again."
At that moment, a spectator walked past the front of the car.
Although she was looking at the match and away from our direction,
I decided that a repeat of that particular action might be
dangerous. Instead, I loosened Darren's belt and slipped my hand
inside his trousers to caress his penis directly. He responded by
closing his eyes and opening his legs, so I reached behind me and
fetched a jacket from the back seat, covering Darren's lap with
it.
I undid his zipper so that I could expose his penis under the
jacket. When I retracted the foreskin with one hand and stroked
his glans with the other, he said, "Oh, that's a lovely feeling."
His little cock grew as hard as a piece of wood; I continued
stroking the rigid two-inch digit, and received the expected sigh
of satisfaction.
After a while I noticed that he had fallen asleep and his erection
had subsided, so I removed my hands from his crotch and continued
to watch the cricket match. While I was watching, my wife phoned
and told me that she was walking towards the cricket ground and
wanted to know where I was parked. I hurriedly awoke Darren and
dressed him properly, then moved over to the driver's seat and
asked Darren to sit in the rear seats. When my wife arrived, I
explained the afternoon's events to her; she was as angry as I was
at the sheer nastiness that some children could display to others.
"I don't doubt that the bully-boy will be a drug gang member
before long, if he's not already," she said.
My wife introduced herself to Darren as 'Auntie Sarah', and was
quite happy to sit in the car chatting to Darren while I watched
the match. We waited until Avril phoned to say she had arrived
home, then we drove to Darren's house and were invited in by his
mother; I performed the required introduction. Avril admitted that
she was actually Miss Whiting; she had never been married and
didn't know who Darren's father was, having had her drink spiked
at her university graduation party and finding herself pregnant
shortly afterwards.
I reflected that if this had occurred fifty years ago or even
less, Darren would probably have been ostracised when an unfeeling
local community discovered that he was a bastard child.
Fortunately such a situation was now so commonplace that Darren's
legitimacy was never considered. Sarah shared my opinion that
Darren was just a person in his own right, and his legal status
was of no more concern than was his ginger hair.
Avril told us that following my suggestion she had contacted the
police about the incident in the toilets, and that I would
probably receive a visit from an officer later that evening. She
went to the kitchen to make us all a cup of coffee, and while she
was away Darren decided to sit on my lap. Sarah smiled when she
saw this, and she remarked that Darren seemed to need a father
figure - maybe I was the elected one. Darren smiled, turned to
face me, and said brightly "Hallo Daddy!" which resulted in
laughter from the three of us.
When Avril returned with the drinks and wanted to know what the
laughter was about, Sarah told her that Darren now had a new
father. Avril was interested, and when I suggested that we could
perhaps look after Darren sometimes during the long school holiday
she jumped at the chance. She had been trying to find a child-
minder, but the only ones she could find at a reasonable price
were on the local council estate, and she was concerned about the
environment there.
The fact that we lived a few miles away precluded daily visits, so
Sarah thought that a week's 'holiday' with us might be a good
starting point, if Avril could bear losing Darren for that long.
When she looked doubtful, I suggested that we all return to our
home so that she could see where Darren would sleep and what he
would be doing while he was with us; Avril agreed, and we drove
home.
There she had a tour of our house and garden, the local children's
playground in a beautiful public park, and various other
facilities which were missing in her home town. She expressed
satisfaction that Darren would be in good hands for at least a
week, so we took her home again, collected some clothing and other
essentials for Darren for the coming week, then we returned to our
home again with Darren.
We arrived home to find a police officer waiting for us; we
invited her indoors and she took a statement from me regarding the
incident in the toilets. She informed me to my surprise that
fingerprints on the knife had been checked, and the culprit was
well known for his actions, but even more surprising was that his
step-father was a county councillor with responsibility for law
and order.
The councillor knew of his step-son's occasionally feral ways but
could do little about it; the boy's mother was completely
indulgent and refused to admit that her little darling could do
anything wrong. It was a difficult situation for him, but he gave
a personal guarantee that if his step-son even looked at Darren
the wrong way in the future, he would ensure that the boy would be
put away in a mental institution. When the police officer left, I
phoned Avril to tell her what the police officer had told us, and
she was relieved that some of the danger to Darren had been
averted.
Darren's bedtime was now long overdue, so while Sarah made his bed
I took him to the bathroom to supervise washing and cleaning
teeth. He also had a pee, proudly displaying his little cock to me
and asking me when he would be able to hold mine as I had held his
earlier. Alarmed, I told him that he must never mention it again
unless we were alone - Sarah wouldn't approve of my actions. He
blushed and apologised, saying that his mother often pleasured him
in the same way, so she obviously didn't see anything wrong with
it.
Sarah appeared and said that Darren's bed was ready, so I told him
to change into his pyjamas and then I would read him a story to
settle him. This I did, and he kissed me goodnight and told me
that he had never felt happier than he did at this moment.
*
Early next morning, we had a phone call from my sister-in-law who
said that her mother had fallen downstairs and that although
nothing was broken, she was in considerable pain and would need
help for a few days. My sister-in-law was at that moment about to
go on holiday with her family, so Sarah agreed to help her mother
as necessary. She drove there in the car, leaving Darren and
myself to our own devices.
I went to the bathroom and as I was peeing, Darren came out of his
bedroom to use the toilet. He watched me and slowly his little
hand moved in the direction of my cock. I smiled at him and he
took that as encouragement. When I had finished, he took hold of
my dick and started stroking it. As it erected, he looked wide-
eyed at it and said, "Gosh, it's huge. Did I make it stiff?"
"Yes," I replied. "Your hand feels lovely on it." So he held it a
little tighter and massaged it in the same way as I had massaged
his the previous day.
"I want to wee," he told me, and proved it by doing just that. As
the urine flowed, his morning erection subsided, and when he had
finished I told him that we were on our own while Auntie Sarah was
looking after her mother.
"Oh goody," he said. "Does that mean we can touch each other's
willies?"
"If that's what you want." I replied, "although there may also be
more interesting things to do with our willies."
I took him into his bedroom and removed his pyjamas, then
undressed myself. I laid him on his back and took hold of his
little penis. I started by licking the closed end of his foreskin,
then gradually withdrew the foreskin from the glans as his
erection increased. When he was fully erect I applied my tongue to
the glans, and received an excited squeal in return.
"Oh, that's lovely, Uncle Joe," he said. "Can I do that to you?"
By way of reply, I turned around so that we were in a 69-position.
I moved my penis towards his waiting mouth and he hungrily
engulfed the helmet, his little tongue licking the pee-slit. I was
in heaven, and recalled that this was much better than the last
time my wife had done it, several years ago. I warned him that if
he continued, my penis would ejaculate in his mouth; he looked
surprised and wanted to know what I was talking about. I explained
some of the baby-making process, and he asked (predictably) "Does
that mean I'll have a baby?"
"Oh, no," I replied, "It will just taste a bit strange to you but
it won't do you any harm, and it certainly could never give you a
baby."
"OK," he said. "I want to try it."
I replaced my penis in his mouth and he resumed his sucking
action. Very soon the inevitable happened and I warned him of the
impending flood. He started swallowing when I ejaculated, and he
almost managed to swallow it all, with only a small amount leaking
out of the side of his mouth. "That was nice," he said.
After that, I couldn't leave him unsatisfied, so I took his penis
into my mouth and started sucking. He sighed when I licked the
helmet, groaned when I ran my tongue around the periphery and
squeaked when I enveloped the whole two inches plus his scrotum
and started sucking hard.
"Oh, Uncle Joe, I love that," he said. "Please don't stop."
As I continued sucking, I stroked his anus with a finger. I felt
the sphincter muscle twitching, then opening and closing slightly,
as though he were trying to draw my finger in. I took a few
seconds out from sucking while I wet my finger, then continued
inserting the finger while sucking his cock. He started shuddering
and I realised that he was having a dry orgasm. The shuddering
continued until he arched his back and then returned to lie flat
on the bed once more, deathly still. I stopped sucking and removed
my finger from his anus, then looked at his face to ensure that he
was still awake. He smiled and told me that I had just given him
the most wonderful feeling of his life.
*
We dressed in everyday clothes and went downstairs to have some
breakfast. Being a Sunday morning, there was not much to watch on
TV, so I switched on my computer and trawled the internet while
Darren was sitting on my lap. I found a pornographic site and
showed Darren the real purpose of a man's penis as it displayed
sexual intercourse with a woman. He watched as though he couldn't
believe his eyes, then remarked that the willies he saw there were
much bigger than mine. I had to admit that mine was slightly above
average size but that the ones he was watching were well above
average - the men were selected for that particular reason. As I
continued browsing, some gay sites appeared and Darren was even
more amazed that a man could put his willy into another man's
bottom.
"They do it because they enjoy it," I told him. "Sex isn't only
for producing babies; its main use these days is for those
involved to enjoy the feeling, whether the man is putting it into
a woman or another man."
"Could we do that?" he asked, as I had expected.
"Well, you could put your willy in my bottom quite easily, but if
I put mine in yours it would probably hurt at first, although you
would enjoy it after you were used to it."
"I want to try it," he said. "Can we do it now?"
"Not at the moment, I need to recover from this morning's
activity. We can do it after lunch if you still want it. In the
meantime, we'll go for a walk and then to the children's
playground."
We went out and walked one of the nearby footpaths. Darren had
lived almost all his life in a town and was excited at the sights
and sounds of the countryside. We reached a river and I showed him
how to skim flat stones across the water. He tried to do the same
but never managed to develop the required throwing action. We left
the river and made for the playground near my home; when he saw
the swings Darren jumped up and down with excitement. There were a
few other children playing there, and one boy about Darren's age
sat on the swing next to Darren and asked me to push him. I spent
the next half an hour pushing two boys on swings, then pushing the
roundabout with both boys riding it, back to the swings, up and
down the slide, and afterwards I was knackered.
The boy introduced himself as Paul Leatherdale, and to my surprise
I realised that he was my next-door neighbour. The reason I hadn't
seen him before was because he had been away at boarding school,
but was now home for the long summer holiday. Paul confirmed that
he was eight years old, he told me that both his parents were out
at work together, even on a Sunday, and he usually spent most of
the day at his Granny's house in the next street.
Darren announced that he wanted to wee, and Paul echoed his
desire. Darren asked me to go with him, so the three of us went to
the nearby Gents' toilet. Darren stood at the urinal, took out his
little pecker and proceeded to pee. Paul watched him warily; I
sensed that Paul was shy, so I suggested that he use the sit-down
stall. He went in to the stall but came out immediately.
"Someone's filled it with paper and it smells awful," he said.
"OK then, Paul. Darren and I will wait outside for you," I told
him.
Just then a man entered and walked over to the urinal, pulling out
a large hunk of meat as he went. Paul and Darren watched in
amazement - they had never seen anyone display a huge cock so
openly in public. Paul didn't want to stay at the urinal while the
man was there, so he waited at the wash-basin with Darren and me
until the man had left. Then he decided he wouldn't bother to hide
his penis from us and did what he originally intended to do.
Darren and I watched him as he held his little cock - it was
slightly bigger than Darren's and he retracted the foreskin as he
urinated.
"You should do that as well, Darren," I said. "It's much healthier
than the way you do it. I do the same."
Paul realised that we were watching his cock and hurriedly
replaced it behind his zipper.
"No need to be shy, Paul," I said. "We're both made the same as
you."
Paul smiled with slight embarrassment, and told me that his Gran
had always said that nobody else should ever see his pecker other
than his parents or a doctor.
"Sounds to me like she was brought up in a very Victorian family."
"I think she was," he replied. "She's always saying things like
'children should be seen and not heard', and I hate hearing that."
"Well, you won't get anything as stupid or unkind as that from
us," I told him. "Children are people as well and although they
sometimes have to be told what to do, they are deserving of a
reasonable degree of respect. It's the best way to give children
self-respect."
"Can I come to your house to play with Darren sometime?" asked
Paul.
"I don't see why not. When your parents get home from work today,
I'll call in and ask them if I can invite you for an hour or a
day."
"Cool," said Paul, reminding me that he was still a schoolboy.
"I'm looking forward to that."
We continued for another half-hour in the playground, then I
decided it was time for lunch. Rather than risk a confrontation
with Paul's grandmother, I suggested that he should go there for
his lunch and we would see him in the evening when his parents
returned.
*
Darren and I went home and had lunch. Afterwards, Darren reminded
me of my promise to 'put your willy into my bottom'. I warned him
again that it might hurt, but he insisted because he said that the
men on the internet had enjoyed it, so he wanted to as well. I
asked him when he last emptied his bowels, and he said, "I had a
poo yesterday." I told him that Ididn't want to get my cock
covered in smelly stuff, so he said he would go and empty his
bottom just for me. I wasn't sure whether to take that as a
compliment, so I just smiled and told him to go and do it. I said
that I would have to wash his bottom thoroughly afterwards in case
I might pick up an infection.
When he had finished, I inspected his anus and noted that he
hadn't wiped it very thoroughly. I told him that a bath was
required, so I undressed him and ran the bath for him. While
washing him, I took good care to clean his anus thoroughly, then
soaped my index finger and inserted it as far as I could into his
rectum. I did this several times, until there was no visible
soiling on my finger. I received no complaint from him during this
procedure, and I suspected that he was enjoying it immensely; his
erection confirmed my suspicion. I fetched a tube of KY jelly from
the bathroom cabinet, ready for the forthcoming anal invasion.
When I had dried Darren he ran into his room excitedly, but I
preferred to use my bedroom. I decided to undress completely as I
had earlier that morning, and then we climbed on to the bed. I
began by sucking his penis to full erection, then my tongue made
its way to his anus. Knowing that his rectum was now clean, I
lifted his legs high up, inserted my tongue and obtained a little
squeak of pleasure. I tongue-fucked it for a few moments, then
removed the top from the KY tube and applied a generous helping to
his anus and further in to his rectum. By now, of course, my own
erection was at a maximum, so I applied a further helping to my
glans, then touched it to Darren's anus. As I pushed in slowly, I
felt his anus expand. I watched his face and when he grimaced in
pain I suggested that he try to push my willy out so as to expand
his sphincter further. This he did, and while my penis slid in
further his grimace reduced, until I was in all the way and his
face showed a neutral smile.
I started to withdraw my penis and felt his sphincter tightening
in an attempt to prevent withdrawal. I commenced an in-and-out
motion and felt his sphincter relax, his smile broadened and he
said, "That feels lovely, Uncle Joe. It doesn't hurt at all now."
To prove that he was receiving pleasure, his penis started to
erect again, and I took hold of it and stroked it gently. His
feeling of pleasure was increasing continually, and I felt his
sphincter start to tighten and relax several times. This gave me
an extra jolt of pleasure, so that I was hard pressed to avoid
ejaculating. But eventually I couldn't hold back, and started to
increase the rate of thrusting in and out as my penis sprayed its
contents on to the walls of his rectum. He obviously felt the
spray, and he reached up to put his hands around my neck and
kissed me lovingly.
"I thought you gave me the best feeling in the world this morning,
Uncle Joe, but that was even better."
My penis softened and slid silently out of his rectum. Quickly I
reached into the bedside cabinet and extracted a small hand-towel
which I placed under his bottom. I was just in time as the semen
started to drip out.
"I'll take you to the bathroom and sit you on the toilet," I told
him. "You can push it all out."
"I don't want to," he wailed. "It felt lovely when it went in and
I want to keep it there."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to. It will act like an enema and
you won't be able to hold it in."
"When can you do it again?" he asked. "I loved it so much."
"Maybe tomorrow," I said. "You'll have something to look forward
to."
When he had expelled all my semen, we dressed and went downstairs.
I decided that I would have a rest after my exertions, following
which we would have an afternoon footpath walk and thence to the
playground.
*
As I was resting with Darren sitting on my lap, I had a serious
conversation with him. I told him that if he ever told anyone else
about what we had just done, I would probably be sent to prison
and he would never see me again.
"Can I tell Paul?" he asked.
"Well, that depends on whether he can keep a secret. But whatever
you do, don't tell him or anyone else that I put my willy in your
bottom."
"But that was the best part of it!"
"Darren, if you can't promise me that you'll never tell anyone,
including Paul, I won't ever do it with you again. I'm very
serious about this, because I'm frightened that the wrong sort of
people may get to hear of it and I'll be sent to prison."
At that, Darren understood my concern and he promised he would
never tell anyone.
"But can I tell Paul that I've seen your willy?"
"I suppose that wouldn't hurt, so long as you don't tell him I've
touched your bottom. But don't even mention any of it except in
private or with me."
He agreed and reiterated his promise.
*
The conversation terminated and we got up to go out. As we neared
the door the phone rang: it was Sarah telling me that her mother
was worried that she might not recover from her injuries. She
needed to stay with her mother for several days, but didn't really
need the car. She would return and ask me to drive her back to her
mother's house. This we did, and it was late afternoon when I
returned home with Darren and the car.
As I was driving past Paul's grandmother's house, Darren saw Paul
walking home and asked me to stop to pick him up. When Paul sat in
the car, he said his Mum and Dad were home and asked if Darren and
I could talk to them. Mrs Leatherdale was watching for Paul's
return and was surprised to see him get out of my car. She invited
me in, introduced herself as Janet, and explained that she and her
husband Derek had bought a 'corner shop' type of business and they
had to work every day to make it pay. They had been lucky enough
to obtain it at a very low price because the owner wanted to
retire but there had been reports in the local newspaper that
Tesco were considering building a large supermarket nearby. They
decided to take a risk and had sunk most of their savings into the
business. They also decided to send Paul to boarding school as
they would not be able to look after him properly while working
every day. It cost money, but was the lesser of two evils. Paul
wasn't too keen on staying with his grandmother during the holiday
daytimes, but had to accept the fact. While we were talking, Paul
invited Darren upstairs to his room.
I told Janet that I worked at home and my wife Sarah remained as a
housewife, so that we were at home all the time. If they found
Paul's boarding school fees too much to bear, they might consider
an arrangement with us and send him to a local day school. I
stressed that the arrangement wouldn't be financial, but we would
have to consider other things such as discipline. My impression of
Paul was that he was well-behaved, but I stressed that I had only
met him for a short while. Janet told me that her mother, who was
quite a disciplinarian, had never shown any dislike for anything
that Paul did and had praised him as a 'good boy'.
I suggested that Paul could spend the next day with us, and Janet
was very happy with the idea. At that moment, Derek came
downstairs after having a shower and introduced himself. Janet
explained what we had decided and Derek approved in no uncertain
terms. I told him that any firm decisions about the future would
have to be discussed with Sarah, and he agreed that it was
essential.
Then I told them of my situation with Darren; that I wasn't really
his uncle and had only known him for a short while. But his mother
and the police were obviously happy with me as a temporary
guardian; he was staying with me for a week as a trial to test
whether his mother could bear to be separated from him for an
extended period. I also told them about my mother-in-law's
accident and that my wife was looking after her for the
foreseeable future; I would have to get used to being husband and
housewife at the same time.
I spent an agreeable hour or two chatting with them and hearing
each other's life stories. One discovery I made was that the three
of them were interested in naturism; they had spent several
naturist holidays together and were thus completely uninhibited.
When I recounted the episode in the toilets that morning,
culminating in Paul's embarrassment, Janet told me that her mother
had been brought up in a strict religious family. She (Janet),
however, had never accepted the premise that naked bodies were
dirty, and had impressed the same on Paul. She now realised that
Paul was being pulled in two different directions on that subject,
and she didn't like it. I assured her that my morals were more in
line with theirs, although I had never seriously considered
involvement in naturism. Derek said that it was effectively an
acquired taste, and probably not for everyone. He and Janet were
not in the least bothered by my implied rejection.
At last it was time for Darren and me to return to our own home.
Janet called the boys downstairs and as we were leaving she said,
"Paul will be ready for you tomorrow morning. Just ring the
doorbell and he'll come out."
Darren and I returned home, and Darren told me that he had seen
and touched Paul's willy; Paul had been unconcerned at showing it,
so they had exchanged views and touches. They hadn't gone further
than that; Darren decided to leave the next step for the morrow.
I bathed Darren without more sexual action; we were both slightly
jaded but were looking forward to some more in the morning,
perhaps with Paul included. I put Darren to bed, read him a story
and went downstairs to put in some work hours.
*
Next morning was a new working week. Sounds of people going to
work pervaded the otherwise still air, and I looked out of the
window to give myself a weather forecast. Not a breath of wind,
heavy cloud cover and high humidity suggested some rain on the
way. I had planned to take the boys to an exhibition of a working
farm during the day, but the impending weather told me to change
to plan B, whatever that was.
I hurriedly dressed and called in next door, just as the rain
started, to collect Paul - he had been ready and waiting for
nearly an hour and was very pleased to see me. I told him of my
original plan, but the rain precluded that for the time being. We
went indoors and then upstairs to Darren's room; he was still
asleep so Paul decided to give him a rude awakening. He threw back
the bedclothes and revealed Darren holding his very erect penis.
Paul removed Darren's hand from it and replaced it with his own,
then squeezed it gently, retracting the foreskin as he did so.
Darren's expression showed that he enjoyed this, and he made a
grab for Paul's nether regions.
Paul sat on Darren's bed and extracted his small pecker from his
trousers, and I was treated to the sight of two eight-year-old
boys having a mutual wanking session. Paul obviously didn't object
to my watching, as he looked up at me and smiled. I suggested that
Darren should go and pee, and we would decide what to do next when
he returned.
While Darren was in the toilet, I sat on the bed with Paul and
held his cock, giving it a little squeeze in the same way as he
had done for Darren. Paul looked at me and said, "Darren told me
that you have a big willy and he has touched it. Can I touch it as
well?"
Needing no second invitation, I removed my slacks and underpants,
pointing my erection towards Paul and inviting his attentions.
"It's bigger than my Dad's," he said, "can I hold it?"
He wrapped his little hand around it and slowly wanked it back and
forth along its length. "Dad likes me to suck his willy. Can I
suck yours?"
By way of reply I removed my penis from his hand and presented it
to his mouth. His little pink tongue came out and he licked the
glans, drawing a bead of pre-cum from the slit. As he was doing
this, Darren returned and wrapped his hand around my shaft. Two
young boys attending my dick gave me thoughts that would have
given Paul's grandmother a heart attack. I warned Paul that I was
close to ejaculation, and he drew it further into his mouth,
sucking as hard as his oral muscles would allow. This caused the
inevitable reaction; my reproductive equipment started pumping
semen into his throat, and I felt him swallowing as fast as he
could.
As my penis was wilting, he smiled and said, "That's the first
time I've sucked anyone off apart from my Dad. It was great!"
Then he explained that he sometimes joined his Mum and Dad when
they had a sex session. They weren't in the least inhibited, and
believed that children should know everything about sex from an
early age. He and his Dad sucked each other's cocks with Mum
watching and sometimes fingering and licking Paul's anus, and his
Dad also occasionally buggered him. His mum often sucked his cock
when she was bathing him, and he fingered her pussy in return.
They both adjured him to keep quiet about these activities which
would almost certainly land them in jail, but now that he knew
Darren and I were playing sexually he felt that he could confide
in us.
I decided that we could now tell Paul all about our sexual play,
and in particular that I had buggered Darren the previous evening.
Paul looked excited and wanted to know if I would do it to him.
"After all, you've given it to me at one end, why not the other
end?" he asked, producing laughter from Darren and myself. I told
him that his parents might object, so he said he would ask them
when they came home in the evening.
Darren and I dressed and we went downstairs for breakfast. Rain
was still falling, which meant no outdoor activities for the time
being. As the previous day, I sat at the computer but this time
with Darren on one knee and Paul on the other. The resultant
pressure on their immature prostate glands gave them both
erections, which I squeezed gently to their delight. I showed them
the same sort of porn sites as I had previously shown Darren; Paul
told me he had tried to find such sites on the school computers,
but couldn't.
"The computers at your school almost certainly have child-
protected operating systems," I told him, "but there's no need for
that on my computer."
Paul remarked, as had Darren previously, on the size of the men's
willies. I told him the same as I had told Darren - only the
largest cocks would be seen on the net, so normal sizes looked
tiny by comparison. Darren said that his father's willy had hurt
him at first, although he was now used to it. "But one of those
would split me in half," he admitted. Darren said that my willy
had been a bit painful for the first couple of minutes, but it
felt wonderful once he could 'let his bottom go', as he described
it.
"I'm looking forward to having yours in me," said Paul.
*
When the rain stopped, the sky soon cleared to bright sunshine, so
we made our usual foray to the playground via public footpaths.
Darren and Paul played on the swings while I sat watching. They
weren't the only children in the playground - a group of four
girls was there also, and they were watching Darren and Paul. One
of them came and sat on the swing next to Darren and asked him to
push her. I heard him reply that his Uncle Joe might push her if
she asked me, so she came over to where I was sitting, said her
name was Mandy Lacey and politely asked me if I would mind pushing
her on the swing. I have never been able to resist a polite child,
and I took her hand and led her to the swing. I decided to push
all three of them while the other three girls looked on.
Soon I heard an adult call for the girls, but Mandy stayed where
she was. She told me that she had no connection with the other
three - they were sisters and she had started playing with them
because she had no-one else to play with. Paul, ever the
gentleman, said "You can play with us if you like. Uncle Joe's
looking after us."
I then realised that I was supervising three eight-year-old
children, none of whom I had even met a week ago. Mandy said that
she lived nearby, and asked if she could come home with us to play
with the boys. I replied that I would have to speak to her parents
about that; she said she only had a Mum; her Dad was somewhere
else in the world, but she didn't know where. She had a baby
brother, David, who seemed to take up all her Mum's time, and she
felt slightly aggrieved at that. I said that we would walk home
with her and speak to her mother about the possibility of her
playing with Darren and Paul.
Paul suggested that the three of them could play 'tag', so I was
treated to the sight of three children running around at breakneck
speed, tagging each other. I took the opportunity to relax and
politely declined to join the game, saying that I was much too old
and infirm. To 'prove' it, I tottered about, resting on an
imaginary walking-stick. But this playtime was the kind of
strenuous life these youngsters needed, I thought, not vegetating
in front of the telly and living on fast food in the way of some
children.
When the children had worn themselves out, we sat and recuperated.
The ice-cream van arrived and I treated the four of us. Then I
suggested that we go to Mandy's house and talk to her mother. This
we did, and Mandy's mother was surprised to see her accompanied by
a man and two boys. She introduced herself as Julia Lacey and
invited us in, but asked us to be as quiet as possible because
although David was asleep, he was rather a light sleeper. She
regretted that she didn't have time to give Amanda the attention
she needed, and was very pleased that another family had taken an
interest in her. She said that her husband was an electrical
contractor involved in a large job in Sweden, and that she didn't
expect him to return to UK any time soon. They corresponded by
phone and e-mail, but it wasn't the same as having him at home,
and Amanda missed him terribly. This, I thought, was par for the
course; little girls and their Dads are often almost inseparable.
Then I explained the situation with Darren, Paul and myself. Julia
was surprised that although we had known each other only a short
time, we seemed to be very close; I didn't enlighten her as to the
real reason. She was very pleased that I had invited Amanda to
join us, and I asked what time I had to return her.
"Amanda usually goes to bed at about eight o'clock on school days,
but now that the holidays have started I allow her an extra hour."
"OK, nine o'clock it is then. But if she's naughty I'll bring her
back chopped up into small pieces in a supermarket bag." Julia
smiled and said that she had plenty of spare plastic bags if I
couldn't find one.
We all trooped off to my house, and I noticed that Mandy and Paul
were holding hands. Darren looked up at me and smiled. "Girls are
silly, aren't they?" he said, just loud enough for Mandy to hear.
Mandy returned and swatted him on his backside, then she kissed
him. That definitely made Darren's day.
When we reached my house it was time for lunch. I didn't have
enough food in the house for three hungry children, so I bundled
the three of them in the car and we went to the local MacDonald's.
The car was ringing with cheers of three children when we arrived,
and they were soon tucking in to hamburgers and chips. When Mandy
made a trip to the ladies' toilet, I reminded the boys that they
mustn't say anything to her about our private games. Afterwards I
decided to buy some fresh food from the nearby supermarket to
ensure that they all had a properly balanced diet. Then we went
home and the children played together in Darren's room while I sat
at my computer to get some real work done.
When I reached a natural break I decided to check on the children
as they seemed to be rather quiet. When I opened the door, I saw
Mandy sitting on the bed with the two boys on either side of her,
She had her knickers off and her skirt high up round her waist,
the boys had their willies exposed, and they were obviously
'playing doctor', as children have done since time began. Mandy
looked embarrassed and started to cry, but I just smiled at her
and said that they weren't doing anything wrong. She looked
surprised, but then Darren said, "See, I told you he wouldn't
mind."
"Carry on with your games," I said, "but please make sure you
don't hurt each other. I'm responsible for your safety and it
wouldn't be very good for me if Mandy had something stuck inside
her, or one of you boys had your willy damaged."
I took a long look at Mandy's delightful and hairless little
snatch, and as I watched, Paul put his finger into the little
slit. Mandy parted her legs exposing her vagina and I noticed that
she didn't have a hymen. I made a mental note to ask her about it
when the time was right.
"Can Mandy see yours, Uncle Joe?" asked Darren cheekily.
"I don't think that would be a good idea," I replied. "There's no
law against children doing that together, but if an adult joins
in, he or she could be in big trouble."
"Oh please, Uncle Joe," said Mandy. "I used to hold my Daddy's
willy, but he's been away for a long time and I don't know when
I'll see him again."
I asked Mandy, "What did your Mum think of your touching your
Dad's willy?"
"I didn't tell her," she said. "Daddy asked me not to."
I knew than that Mandy could keep a secret as well as the boys.
"I'll think about it, but not today. I have lots of work to do and
not much time to complete it. We'll think about it tomorrow if
your Mum lets you come here again."
*
I left the children to their sex-games and returned to my
computer. I would have loved to fuck Mandy there and then, but the
truth was that I needed to speak to Paul's parents and to be
certain that it was OK for me to have sexual relations with Paul.
His entreaties suggested that there wouldn't be a problem, but I
knew I could be on a sticky wicket if they had other ideas.
So I continued working to keep body, soul and bank account
together. After several hours I had had enough and it was time for
the children's evening meal. I went downstairs and prepared a
quite tasty salad for them, then called them downstairs to eat it.
They took a few minutes to answer, and I didn't have to guess why.
I called upstairs, "Make sure that you wash your hands. You know
where they've been." In response, I heard tinkling laughter which
could only have come from Mandy.
They all tucked in to the salad, and Mandy announced that it was
the best she had ever tasted. My surprise must have been evident,
because she said that her Mum seldom had time to cook a proper
meal or prepare a salad like this; her little brother was
incessantly demanding her attention. I privately thought that
giving in to his excessive demands for attention was the easiest
way to make the situation worse, but as it was none of my business
I held my tongue.
After tea it was time for Paul to return home. We all accompanied
him next door and Derek was surprised to see that our little group
had incremented by one. He invited us all in, and I explained the
situation regarding Mandy. He seemed amused that I was now a
family man with three children, having had none the previous week.
I decided to return home as I still had several hours' work to
complete. We returned home, and I apologised to Darren and Mandy
for not being able to entertain them properly due to pressure of
work.
"I hope that I'll have it all done tonight," I said. "Then
tomorrow we can go on an outing that I've planned. I wanted to go
today, but the weather was against it. But if we can go tomorrow,
we might be able to take you as well, Mandy."
That raised a little cheer from Darren - he had already decided
that he liked Mandy, and not just for playing doctor. I left them
to their own devices for a couple of hours while I finished the
essential part of my work. When at last it was nearly finished, I
went upstairs to Darren's room and was surprised to see the two of
them naked on the bed with Darren trying to bugger her. His penis
was unfortunately too short to penetrate more than an inch, but
she seemed to appreciate it. "I'd love to have your willy in my
bottom, Uncle Joe," she said.
"We'll see about that another day," I replied. "But if the weather
is good tomorrow I'll be taking the boys to a working farm
exhibition where they can see lots of animals and also learn how
our food is produced. If your Mum agrees I'd like to take you as
well. I know the boys want you to come."
"Oh yes, I'd love to," she said excitedly, forgetting about the
hoped-for invasion of her anus.
I sat on the bed with them for a few minutes cuddling two
delightfully naked children. I had a good look at Mandy's vulva to
make sure that there was no evidence of her recent action with the
boys. As I did so, I asked her how she lost her hymen and she
replied that her Dad often put one, then two fingers in her. She
loved that feeling, but her Dad had never put his penis into her
vagina.
"It's time for you to get dressed and go home now," I told her
after stroking her vulva for a few more minutes. "If your Mum
could see the way you are now she'd have kittens and I would be on
the way to the police station."
"I promise I won't say a word about this," she said. "I don't ever
want it to stop."
They both dressed, and I took them to Mandy's house which we
reached just before the appointed hour. Mandy took Darren up to
her room while I had a word with Julia. I told her of my plan and
she was delighted that I had invited Amanda. "As you have probably
guessed, she doesn't get many outings other than those with the
school."
"Well, I'm sure this outing will be good for her. It's the sort of
outing that I would expect the school to provide, but as far as I
know it hasn't."
We chatted for a few more minutes and I said I would collect
Amanda at about 9 o'clock in the morning if that was convenient.
Julia assured me that it was, then the baby started crying, so I
called Darren downstairs ready for departure. When we arrived home
I put Darren to bed in my room, read him a story and watched him
drift off to sleep.
*
I awoke the next morning to a wonderful feeling in my nether
regions. I looked under the bedclothes and saw Darren busily
sucking my penis. He looked up, smiled, said "This is the
breakfast I want," then resumed. It didn't take me long to fulfil
his request, and he swallowed my seminal offering greedily.
We dressed and went downstairs to breakfast. Darren asked me if we
were going to the farm today. I had already checked the weather
forecast which said that it would be fine and sunny for the early
part of the day, clouding over and then raining in late afternoon.
So I affirmed that we would go as soon as everyone was ready. I
went next door to collect Paul, then phoned Julia to say that I
would collect Amanda in the car and we would continue on to the
farm.
The morning at the farm proved to be a hit with the children. They
rode horses, fed cows, watched the cows being milked by machine
and also watched calves suckling their mothers. They watched
lettuces and other green vegetables being harvested, and Mandy
recalled the salad she had eaten the previous day.
At last it was time to go, because a school party was due shortly.
I bought sufficient salad makings for lunch, then we all thanked
the farm staff and drove home. On the way we stopped at a picnic
site by a large pond, where we had a look at the aquatic wildlife.
They saw fish and frogs, but it was too late in the year for
tadpoles. Paul expressed a desire to wee, so we found a spot
hidden by bushes and all three children did the necessary, with
Mandy squatting and the two boys watching with considerable
interest.
"Don't you want to wee as well, Uncle Joe?" asked Darren. I
decided that I did, and three little faces watched me extract my
cock and urinate. Mandy declared that she couldn't wait to have it
all to herself, whereupon Paul slapped her playfully and told her
not to be greedy - there was plenty to go round.
Arriving home, I made another salad for all of us from the
ingredients provided by the farm, and all three said it was even
better than yesterday's. I pointed out that the fresher the food
was, the better it usually tasted, and you couldn't get fresher
than what they had just enjoyed.
Just after lunch, Sarah phoned to give me an update on her
mother's condition, and she sounded worried. Her mother wasn't
improving as quickly as she should, being convinced that she had
internal injuries, so Sarah decided to stay with her for a few
more days, possibly a couple of weeks. She asked me how I was
coping, and I told her I now had a pseudo-family of two boys and a
girl, all eight years old. Sarah sounded surprised, but said I
would be much happier that way, rather than being lonely. I agreed
and said that the children made my temporary bachelor status
easier to bear.
When I finished talking to Sarah the children dragged me upstairs,
although without much objection from me. As soon as we went into
Darren's room, the three of them undressed and asked me to do the
same, which I did with mock reluctance. I was the first to lie on
my back on the bed, and very soon three pairs of hands were
exploring my crotch. My erection was proof of my enjoyment, and
Mandy asked if she could suck it.
"I loved sucking my Daddy's willy," she said excitedly, "and it
usually spurted something into my mouth. I didn't like the taste
at first, but I got used to it and now I really want it."
"We've both done that with Uncle Joe," said Paul, "and we liked
the taste straight away."
"It's a bit bigger than my Daddy's," said Mandy, "and it's got
skin over the end like Darren's and Paul's willies. My Daddy's
hasn't, and neither has David's."
I explained to her that some boys were circumcised at a very early
age - just a few weeks usually. Jews and Muslims had it done for
religious reasons, but so did some others, supposedly because it
was healthier than not doing it.
She started to suck my cock, so I decided to return the compliment
by stroking her snatch. Her legs opened wide, and I was able to
insert a finger into her vagina. At the same time I stroked the
place where her clitoris should be, and it duly appeared, making
her gasp. While this was going on, the boys were watching with
great interest. Paul moved to the other side of Darren and started
to suck his cock. I lifted Mandy off my cock, bent towards her
snatch and started licking it. Her clitoris was still slightly
prominent so I licked that, then moved down to insert my tongue in
her vagina.
"Oh, my Daddy does that," she cried. "It feels wonderful."
"Did he put anything else in this little hole?" I asked her, with
my finger caressing the entrance to her vagina.
"Only his finger, but he did put his willy in my bottom a few
times. I liked that."
I realised then that there was no further need for secrecy about
any of my actions with the boys. Darren was first to announce that
he had received my willy in his bottom the previous day, and he
loved it as well.
"Can you do it to me now, Uncle Joe? I'm not going to ask my Mum,
she'd have a cow." The rest of us laughed at this expression, and
I tried unsuccessfully to imagine a woman of Mrs Lacey's
diminutive size producing a cow from her vagina. I told Mandy that
if she sucked me off I wouldn't be able to bugger her for several
hours, so she decided to stop sucking.
I asked her when she last had a poo, and she said she had done it
at the farm. As with Darren, I told her that I needed her bottom
to be clean inside and out, and the best way to achieve that would
be to have a bath. All four of us went into the bathroom, where I
ran the bath for Mandy. The boys wanted to get into the bath with
her, but there wasn't enough room. I decided that since there was
a possibility of fucking Paul later on, he should be the one. He
and Mandy sat in the bath with Paul's legs between Mandy's, both
giggling. He made her giggle even more by tickling her snatch with
his toes, so she reached forward and gave his cock a squeeze. That
caused an immediate erection which Darren decided to stroke,
giving himself an erection at the same time.
Ever mindful of the reason these two were bathing, I asked Mandy
to stand up and bend double so that I could wash her bottom. As
with Darren, I soaped an index finger and inserted it into her
anus, slowly pushing it in as far as it would go. While I was
doing this, Paul inserted his finger in her vagina, so that she
had the sensation of a double penetration, albeit by fingers and
not cocks. I continued cleaning Mandy's rectum, and when my finger
came out clean, I repeated the operation on Paul. As I did so,
Mandy returned the earlier compliment by wanking Paul's erect
organ.
I decided that we would use my bedroom with its large double bed.
I turned down the bedclothes, returned to the bathroom to collect
the tube of KY from the cabinet and a fresh hand-towel from the
linen cupboard, and then there were four naked bodies on the bed.
Mandy was smiling in expectation, and the boys were playing with
each other's willies. I decided to give Mandy some extra
stimulation before buggering her, so I started licking her snatch.
I lifted and parted her legs so that her knees were resting on her
chest, then moved my tongue down to her little pink anus. After a
few licks I started to penetrate it, and she gasped. "Oh, my Daddy
never did that to me. It feels lovely!"
While I was licking her anus I inserted a finger in her vagina and
stroked her clitoris with the other hand, making her gasp again.
She started shuddering and Paul wondered it I was hurting her. She
managed to squeeze out a comment, "No, he's not hurting me. It
just feels like I'm in heaven!"
Paul started sucking my cock while Darren was sucking his, so that
we formed an oral-action chain, but I soon had to remove mine from
Paul's mouth in case his sucking compromised my ability to delay
my ejaculation. Then I placed the towel under Mandy's bottom,
fetched the KY and lubricated her anus and rectum, also applying
some to my glans. That done, I touched my helmet to her anus and
started pushing. There was no need to tell her how to avoid the
pain of a stretching sphincter, she already knew.
As I entered her, she bore down to expand her sphincter so that
the helmet slid in smoothly, closely followed by the shaft. My
glans progressed inwards, her pelvic floor muscles contracted and
released rhythmically giving me a wonderful feeling similar to
being sucked off, but by a much more powerful mouth. I started to
fuck her rectum with longer and longer strokes, eventually
withdrawing until the helmet almost came out, then pushing back in
until my pubic hairs tickled her vulva.
We were both enjoying what must be the most satisfying feeling in
the world, and it wasn't long before I was unable to avoid
ejaculating. I coated her rectal lining with liberal quantities of
semen, and as I did so her sphincter tightened, enhancing my
pleasure to an amazing degree. I had never experienced such
feelings, not with Sarah or even with Darren. This young lady
could give a statue an erection.
The boys were watching as we completed this act of buggery, and
Paul was licking his lips in anticipation. "I hope you do it to me
like that," he said.
"I loved it when he did it to me," said Darren, determined to have
his say as well.
I smiled and slowly removed my penis from Mandy. As expected, some
semen came out with it and dripped on to the towel. I watched
Mandy's face; her smile was lovely to behold. She sat up, threw
her arms round my neck and kissed me hard on the lips, her tongue
prising my mouth open. "I loved having my Daddy's willy in my
bottom," she said, "but you were much better. I wish I could live
with you and do it all the time."
I heard a comment from Darren which sounded like "Join the queue!"
Mandy then curled up in foetal position and let the semen continue
to drip from her bottom on to the towel. Darren noted her extreme
pleasure and kissed her. "I hope we can all stay together for
ever," he said.
By now my penis was in a completely flaccid state and I went to
the bathroom to wash it and have a pee. When I returned, nobody
had moved, so I picked Mandy up and took her to the bathroom and
sat her on the toilet to expel the rest of my semen. She was still
in a dreamy state, so I guessed she had reached orgasm while being
penetrated. She wouldn't let me go, and kept kissing and licking
whatever part of my naked body her mouth could reach. All I could
do in return was to stroke her hair gently.
At last she returned to normality, and asked me to wipe her
bottom. This I did, quite gently in case it was still sensitive.
She stood up and flushed the toilet, then we returned, holding
hands, to the bedroom where the boys were sitting on the bed
chatting. Their erections had subsided and I had the feeling that
they had enjoyed the spectacle almost as much as Mandy. My penis
was still flaccid and I decided that it was time we did something
completely divorced from our recent sexual activity.
As we dressed, I heard the phone ring, so I went downstairs to
answer it. It was Julia Lacey, telling me that she had taken David
to the doctor, who had recommended an overnight stay in hospital,
and possibly two nights, to investigate the reason for his
continual crying. She wanted to stay with him and asked if I could
possibly look after Amanda for the duration.
"I'd be very glad to," I said. "She's getting on so well with the
boys that they are going to hate being separated. Do you mind her
sleeping in Darren's room, or would you prefer that she slept in a
Z-bed in my computer room? I'd love to have her to stay, but I
don't really want to turf Darren out of his bedroom."
"Oh no," she replied. "If she's happy to share Darren's room,
there's no objection from me."
So I said that, in view of her haste to go, we would drive over to
her house and collect some essentials for Amanda's stay with us.
She said she would pack an overnight bag for Amanda and we could
collect it as soon as we arrived. When we got there, Julia was
waiting with the carry-cot in one hand and Mandy's bag in the
other, obviously anxious to be away. She kissed Amanda goodbye and
thanked me again, then she put the carry-cot in her car and drove
off.
I decided to make use of the fact that we were near the children's
play area and drove there. They climbed out of the car excitedly
and very soon were using the equipment. I decided to leave them to
their own devices and sat on a nearby seat to watch their antics.
My mind drifted to the recent sexual activity and I replayed
Mandy's anal injection, which gave me an erection just thinking
about it. As I was day-dreaming, Mandy came over to me and sat on
my lap with her arms around my neck. "I'm so glad I'll be staying
with you," she whispered. "I think you're wonderful."
"Oh, I agree," I said, and she laughed and smacked my bottom.
"You're not, you're horrible!" then she kissed me.
I decided that another fast-food meal would not come amiss, so we
all drove to MacDonald's and filled up on the usual rubbish,
although I privately considered that it was quite nutritious as
long as we didn't do it too often. When we returned home I made
sure that we had an apple each and we also finished off the salad
material from the farm.
Soon it was time for Paul to return to his home next door, and
afterwards I decided that we would all have a bath and an early
bedtime. I didn't have any immediate work to do, so I wanted to
make the most of the children's stay with me, which would include
as much sex as the three of us could take.
"I've told your Mum that you'll be sleeping in the second bed in
Darren's room, Mandy. Would you like that or would both of you
prefer to sleep with me?"
They both treated me to wide smiles and said in chorus, "I want to
sleep with you!"
"OK," I said. "time for your bath then. Pity I can't join you, but
the bath's not big enough."
I undressed them, filled the bath and they stepped in. For the
umpteenth time, I admired Mandy's sweet little vulva and relished
the thought of licking it again. She saw me looking at it and
smiled. "I can't wait for you to fuck me," she said. "My Daddy
wouldn't, but I hope you will."
I washed them, paying particular attention to their crotches and
their bottoms, internally as well as externally. Naturally, Darren
erected and Mandy gave him a little treat by sucking him after I
had rinsed off the soap-suds. They both wanted to pee before
bedtime, so I told them to do it in the water. I asked them both
to stand face to face and see each other peeing, and I watched
with interest as Mandy did it standing up for the first time in
her life. I lifted them out of the bath and dried them, then got
in myself. Darren said he wanted to wash my bottom as I had washed
his, and I saw no reason to refuse. While he put his finger in,
Mandy held my penis and wanked it.
"Careful," I said. "If I cum now I won't be able to put it into
you." She stopped immediately.
When I had finished washing I got out and dried myself. We all
cleaned our teeth and went into my bedroom; I collected towel and
KY on the way, and also found one of Sarah's tampons which I knew
would be needed after I had fucked Mandy.
On the bed, I laid both children on their backs and applied my
mouth to their sex organs in turn. While I was sucking Darren, I
fingered Mandy's vagina, and then switched over, licking Mandy and
wanking Darren. This continued for a few minutes, then I told
Mandy it was time for her to lose her virginity. As she was a
virgin I would lie on my back and she should squat over my
erection, inserting it when she was ready and controlling the rate
of penetration. I told Darren to squat over my face so that I
could lick his bottom. Thus there were two children vertical and
one man horizontal; I thought, not for the first time, that if
either Sarah or Julia could see this spectacle I would be for the
high jump very quickly.
I felt Mandy's vagina closing over my glans as she slowly drew my
penis inside her. At first, the sensation was nearly as good as
when I had earlier buggered her. But as she drew my penis further
into her love channel, the sensation became more intense, and I
was hard pressed not to ejaculate. I concentrated on Darren's
rectum, working my tongue in little circles and making him whimper
with pleasure, then I reached round to his erect penis and kneaded
it between finger and thumb.
Mandy finally achieved full penetration and I felt my glans
stroking her cervix, which made her shudder with pleasure. Her
pleasure increased and her pelvic floor muscles started to massage
my penis. This was so enjoyable that I couldn't prevent
ejaculation, and I sprayed the entrance to her uterus with high-
powered squirts of semen. I knew she could feel it on her cervix
because her muscles squeezed my cock with each helping of baby-
juice. Her pleasure reached a climax and she shuddered violently,
then pitched forward to land her head on Darren's lap. Darren took
the opportunity to add to her pleasure by reaching for her anus,
stroking it and inserting his finger. As he was finger-buggering
her, she partly returned to the land of the living and started
sucking him. He in turn was being treated to a tongue in his
rectum and a mouth sucking his penis, giving him the ultimate in
excitement. The tableau was complete - I had ejaculated, Mandy had
reached her orgasm and Darren had also reached a little boy's dry
orgasm.
Slowly we all came down from our respective highs and relaxed. I
lifted Darren off my face as my penis slid out of Mandy. I applied
the towel to Mandy's vagina as the semen started to drip out; when
most of it had made an exit I inserted the tampon I had brought
with me, telling Mandy that the string was there to enable her to
remove it in the morning.
Then we all lay down on the bed to recuperate, Mandy on one side
of me and Darren on the other. I could see that the children were
not far from falling asleep, so I drew the covers over us, pulled
the cord to switch off the overhead light and joined them in the
land of Nod.
*
I awoke early next morning and heard the Leatherdales driving off
to work. I waited half an hour, then called in next door to
collect Paul. I asked him if he had had breakfast and he replied
that he had only just got out of bed when his parents left. He
told me he had had a poo as soon as he got up and wanted me to
wash his bottom because he had checked with his parents and it was
his turn to be buggered by me. I took him upstairs to the
bathroom, removed his pants and underpants, sat him over the wash-
basin and performed the required ablution. Then I took him into my
bedroom and showed him the two sleeping beauties; his response was
to finish undressing and get into bed with them.
Paul's arrival in bed woke the other two and they greeted him by
touching his cock, which promptly erected. He reminded them that
it was his turn to be fucked and that he expected to enjoy it as
much as they had. I decided that his enjoyment was my special
responsibility.
I told the children that I couldn't perform on an empty stomach,
so that we should all have breakfast first. I said that there was
no need for them to dress; if someone came to the door they could
all scamper upstairs, although I rarely had any callers and didn't
encourage them. We all sat in the kitchen at the breakfast bar,
eating our preferred cereals. None of us wanted a cooked
breakfast, so after cereals and a drink we returned to the
bedroom. Paul was first in bed and waited expectantly for me to
undress. This I did, and I climbed into bed beside him with the
other two on the other side of the bed.
I started by sucking his penis to full erection, then lifted his
legs and licked his anus. I inserted my tongue into his rectum and
he squealed in pleasure, saying that his parents never did that.
To make the most of the occasion, I ran my tongue around the anal
periphery, then tongue-fucked his anus. He was shivering with
delight and his penis was so hard that I thought it would burst.
Mandy noticed and took hold of it as I withdrew to start buggering
him. As with the other two, I placed a towel under him and
lubricated his anus and my glans with KY, then started to insert
my helmet into him. I felt his sphincter expand, and I recalled
that he was quite used to this treatment. I pushed inwards slowly,
withdrawing periodically so as to increase the friction on his
bowel wall - this also increased my own enjoyment. While I was
doing this, I saw that Darren was trying to bugger Mandy, but with
his usual lack of real success. I compounded Paul's pleasure by
holding his little erection and wanking it as I was pushing my own
penis in and out of him.
Very soon I reached the limit of my length, with my pubic hair
tickling his buttocks. His eyes were closed and he had a blissful
smile on his face. I felt his sphincter tightening on my shaft,
and I started to pump in and out of him. His sphincter tightened
even further, and I started to ejaculate into his bowels. As I was
squirting into him I accelerated my pumping action and his
pleasure deepened with this sphincter acting like a powerful fist
enclosing my shaft. All this time I was wanking his penis as well,
and I watched him shudder as he went through his boy-orgasm. A
little spurt of urine escaped his penis, and I thought that in a
few years' time that would be semen rather than urine. Mandy
noticed it and smiled. I asked him to remain in his current
position while some of the semen flowed out of his anus on to the
towel, then I led him to the toilet to expel the rest of it. At
the same time he watched as I washed my penis - I told him that
although he had emptied his rectum and I had washed it internally,
there was still a chance of infection so that it was best to be
safe.
Although Paul was by no means an anal virgin, he had obviously
enjoyed the experience immensely, because when he returned he
admitted that my cock felt better inside him than did his
father's. The other two looked at each other and smiled and Mandy
said, "I expect you can always come to Uncle Joe if you prefer
him." She was forgetting that such activity would normally be
precluded by Sarah's presence, but I didn't comment.
I was now completely hors de combat, having exhausted my semen
supply inside an eight-year-old boy's bottom. It was time to start
the working (or playing) day, and I considered the options
available. Recalling the children's interest in the working farm,
I thought about finding a nearby zoo, so I started looking through
the Yellow Pages. The nearest was almost 150 miles away, so that
idea was a non-starter. Then I remembered that there was a
'storytime' session in the local library, aimed at children aged
7-10, so I told the three of them to get dressed and we would go
there.
We arrived just as the session was starting, so I decided to look
for some reading material for myself. As I was walking up and down
the bookshelves, I heard a familiar voice say, "Hallo Joe!"; I
looked up and saw Avril Whiting. She had come to our library to
find a book on a particular topic she was researching for her
employer - something to do with a particular type of marketing,
but the explanation was completely lost on me. She had found what
she was looking for and was about to return to work. I told her
that Darren was here with two other friends and then went on to
explain how the three had met, leaving out the juicy bits, of
course. She didn't want to interrupt Darren's storytime, but said
that she could be in the library for a few hours yet, so she would
see Darren when storytime had finished. I suggested that if she
had the time we could go to a nearby coffee-house and imbibe a cup
or two.
Avril was delighted at the invitation, so I asked the library
assistant what time the stories would finish, and learned that we
had about an hour to play with. We went to the coffee-house and
exchanged life stories. I also told her about the children's
outing to the working farm, and she became very animated because
she had been trying for months to interest Darren in things
related to the animal kingdom, but in the absence of practical
experience it was difficult to raise more than mild interest in
him.
Then I told her about the incident in the Gents' toilet just after
we had met Paul; that Paul at the time had appeared to be shy
about showing his equipment, but Darren wasn't. She replied that
she had brought him up to be completely unconcerned about showing
any part of his body, and she was not in the least bothered that I
would see him naked when I bathed him. She said with a smile that
she enjoyed giving him an erection and then she would play with it
until he couldn't stop giggling. She asked me if I had done the
same, and I confessed that when he asked me to wash it, I had gone
a little further than mere washing because it felt so delightful.
She smiled at that comment and agreed that it was, but wouldn't be
like that much longer; it would soon grow and become just another
big adult organ. I thought that she could almost have been
described as a female paedophile, but kept the thought to myself.
I decided that she was a very pleasant lady.
We returned to the library with a few minutes to spare before the
end of storytime, and when Darren saw his mother he was surprised
and overjoyed. I introduced the other two children. When Avril saw
them, she was very pleased that Darren could enjoy the company of
children his own age. Then she suggested that we all might return
to her house since she had already availed herself of my
hospitality. As far as her boss was concerned she was still
researching her project, and she had been given the whole day to
do it. The children were excited by the idea, so we all piled into
my car (Avril had come on the bus) and drove to her house. On the
way, she told me more news about the boy who had attacked Darren:
he had tried the same with another boy and had wounded him with
another flick-knife. His step-father had been true to his word and
had applied to have him sectioned under the mental health act. He
was currently in a young offender's institution pending
psychiatric examination. She had also heard that the councillor's
wife had had a seizure on hearing the news, and was in hospital.
We arrived at the Whiting home and went indoors. I was nearly
lunch-time, so she made us all sandwiches and drinks, then she
suggested that the three children might like to go up to Darren's
room and play with his computer. When they had gone, she asked me
if I had bathed the other two as well as Darren. I knew what she
was hinting at, so I said I had, and it was very enjoyable. I said
I had washed between their legs using fingers rather than a
flannel, and I could see her interest rising.
"Do you think we could do that together some time?" she asked.
"I'm not sure about Mandy; her mother is staying with her baby son
in hospital at the moment, but she expects to be home today or
tomorrow. And Paul usually returns home at about 7 o'clock when
his parents return, so that might be a problem as well. But I
could suggest that one or both of them have a sleep-over here, and
maybe I could join you for part of the evening. Or perhaps you
could come to my house while the three of them are together. There
are several alternatives."
I could see her becoming excited, and I decided that she probably
had similar paedophilic tendencies as I did, wanting nothing more
than mutual sexual pleasure with children. I suggested that we all
return to my house later and maybe she could 'assist' me bathing
Darren and Mandy in the evening, and possibly Paul as well. She
jumped at the chance, confirming my suspicions that I had a
kindred spirit with me.
We left the children playing upstairs, and I had little doubt as
to the subject of their games. I told Avril that they often played
'doctor' together, and she suggested we might go upstairs and
perhaps catch them at it. I was a bit dubious about that, thinking
that it might compromise activities later on, and she agreed with
a sigh, further strengthening my earlier opinion. Truth to tell, I
was less than happy about having any sexual contact with children
outside my own home, so I decided that we would all go there
shortly. Avril called upstairs and said told them to finish what
they were doing as we were going out. After a few minutes they
came down and asked where we were going, so I told them we were
taking Avril home with us for the evening. A little cheer escaped
Darren's lips; he was obviously very fond of his Mum.
When we reached home, the children again disappeared upstairs, but
this time we waited for a little while until there was an eerie
silence from their room. Then we walked upstairs silently and I
opened the door to Darren's bedroom. As before, they were indeed
playing doctor, and when Avril saw it she gasped. Paul and Mandy,
thinking they had been 'caught', blushed deeply and tried to hide
their crotches, but Avril simply walked in and sat between them,
lifting their clothing again.
"My, my," she said, "you three have been busy. Can I watch?"
Paul and Mandy looked up at me and saw me smiling and nodding, so
they relaxed.
"I like your willies, children," she said. "I often see and touch
Darren's of course, but I rarely see a little girl's. I think
yours is lovely, Mandy, and I'd love to hold yours, Paul."
"Why don't you three get undressed?" I suggested. "I was going to
suggest that Avril help me bath you this evening, but maybe we can
all enjoy each other now."
"Are you going to undress as well?" asked Paul cheekily.
"I don't see why not," I replied, with a questioning look at
Avril.
She smiled and nodded. "I'd love to."
"I think we'll be better off in my bedroom; the bed's much
bigger," I said, and we all changed rooms.
We all stripped down to our birthday suits, Mandy staring at
Avril's naked body. "I've never seen a lady undressed before," she
said. "My Mum never lets me see her in the bath."
"Well, I'm not much different from you," replied Avril. "I have
breasts of course and hair between my legs, but you will have the
same before you're very much older. Darren has often seen me
naked, so he's quite used to it. How about you, Paul?"
Paul admitted that he and his parents spent their holidays at
naturist camps and he had probably seen more naked men and women
than any of us. Then he explained that they had sex orgies with
him; Avril smiled, knowing that her plans wouldn't give his
parents any trouble. Only Mandy felt somewhat left out.
"Well, why don't we touch each other all over, Mandy?" suggested
Avril. "That way you won't feel like an outsider. Maybe Paul would
like to join in as well."
I watched Avril, Mandy and Paul having a mutual touchy-feely
session, and decided that Darren needed some attention as well, so
I started sucking his cock and he licked mine. Avril noticed and
sucked Paul's while fingering Mandy's vagina. Mandy was intrigued
with Avril's hirsute pussy and put her finger in Avril's vagina.
Avril took time out from Paul's penis and told her she could do
anything she wanted, then returned to her main task.
After a while, Avril suggested that I might like to fuck her with
the children watching. There was no objection from me, so she
asked me to lie on my back and she would squat over me so that the
children could see everything that was happening. This I did, and
I recalled the way I had taken Mandy's virginity. When Avril's
vagina closed over my helmet I experienced a similar feeling, but
it was not quite so intense because Avril, being a mother, could
never be as tight as Mandy. But Avril compensated to a large
extent by working her vaginal muscles and moving back and forth so
that my helmet continually massaged her cervix - this obviously
gave her tremendous pleasure. She leaned forward far enough for me
to suck one of her breasts, and when Paul saw this he sucked the
other one. Meanwhile, Mandy was stroking Avril's anus, much to the
delight of its owner.
"This is how I became pregnant with you, Darren," she said,
"Although not by Joe of course, and not when being watched by
three children." Darren was staring in amazement, so I drew him
close and stroked his penis to erection with his mother smiling
her approval.
"Have you done this with any of the children?" she asked.
"All three of them," I replied, "Mandy in three holes and the boys
in two."
"My, my, you have been busy," she said, and then suggested that I
should bugger her rather than risk pregnancy. "You won't get it
dirty," she said, "There won't be anything in there for a few
hours yet."
I asked one of the children to fetch the KY from the bathroom, but
Avril said it wasn't necessary; her juices would provide adequate
lubrication.
She lifted herself off my penis, then asked Mandy to take hold of
it and present it to her bottom. Darren still couldn't believe his
eyes; it had never occurred to him that his Mum could enjoy sex,
especially anal sex.
Avril was obviously no anal virgin, because my penis slid in quite
easily. She leaned back and displayed her open pussy for all to
see. Paul looked closely, then fingered her clitoris which had
emerged from its protective hood, and invited Mandy to touch it.
This she did, and also put a finger in Avril's vagina.
"Nicely done, Mandy," said Avril. "You're touching my pleasure
centres and it feels lovely."
Meanwhile, Avril's sphincter was massaging my penis and growing
ever tighter. As she bounced up and down I had the sensation of
being wanked by a all-enclosing fist, and it made me ejaculate.
Avril put her arms round me and held me tightly as I was jerking
up and down in her rectum, then she kissed me when my twitching
had subsided. She asked Darren to fetch a towel from the bathroom,
and when it arrived she lifted her bottom off me and held the
towel to her anus. Little farting noises made the children laugh,
so Avril told them that when my cock had entered her rectum, some
air went in and now it was coming out.
She lay down and relaxed while I went to the bathroom to wash my
penis. Avril understood that it was necessary for hygiene reasons,
and said that she would have to use the toilet to remove the
liquid I had given her. When I returned, she ran to the bathroom
with the towel pressed to her bottom and sat on the toilet with
the door wide open - she obviously wasn't shy in the least.
"Now we've all had Joe's willy in us," she said, "and I feel
privileged to have shared it with the three of you."
Mandy cuddled her and handled a breast. "I think you're nice," she
said. "Can I touch your willy again?"
"Sure, but not at the moment. We'd better get dressed because Paul
will be going home shortly. I don't mind if you tell your Mum and
Dad about this, Paul, but please don't tell anyone else."
"I've never told anyone about Mum and Dad until just now," he
said, "not even Uncle Joe until Dad told him. So I'll keep quiet
about this as well except to Mum and Dad."
That statement satisfied Avril, and she smiled and led the way to
Darren's room to get dressed. Mandy still couldn't take her eyes
off Avril's pubic hair; Avril noticed and kissed her. "Some women
shave themselves there completely," she said with a smile. "They
want to look like little girls."
When we were all dressed we went downstairs to have a drink and
sat chatting until we heard Derek and Janet's car arrive. We
accompanied Paul next door and we all laughed when Derek said,
"Your little group seems to get bigger every day, Joe."
I introduced Avril but she declined an offer to go indoors with
them, saying that she had to return home and catch up on the work
she should have been doing during the afternoon. I took the hint
and the rest of us got into my car for the journey to Avril's.
Just before we left her, she expressed her thanks for a wonderful
afternoon and said that she was completely happy for Darren to
stay with me for the time being, but would like to see him on
Sundays and Mondays, when she wasn't at work. That sounded like a
sensible idea to me, and we agreed that Darren would stay with me
from Tuesday to Saturday throughout the school holiday. Mandy
would probably be with us during most days so that Darren would
have a playmate, though not just for sex, which caused Avril to
smile. Avril would take advantage of the situation by working
plenty of overtime so that she would be able to afford a few
luxuries for Darren.
We returned home and I decided to check on Julia's situation.
There was no reply from her home phone, so I assumed she was still
at the hospital. I told Mandy and she didn't seem at all upset,
saying that she would be able to sleep with Darren and me tonight
at least. I realised that there was no need at present for a
second bedroom, but remembered that I would have to change my
sheets and wash towels before Sarah returned. I also phoned Sarah
for an update on her mother.
"There's no change at the moment," said Sarah. "She seems to be
drifting about in a world of her own. Her doctor has visited and
assured me that she's in no danger, and that the fall has done no
physical damage. We just have to wait until her mind recovers."
The third phone call was to my customer about the report I had
sent. He was very happy with it and told me he had sent me more
information with a request to extend the report, agreeing a very
satisfactory price at the same time. I knew then that I probably
had one more day of relaxation before the next tranche of 12-hour
days began, so I decided to throw economy to the winds on the
morrow and take the children to the wildlife park, 150 miles down
the nearby motorway. I called in next door and told them of my
plan, which raised a cheer from Paul. Janet also mentioned that
Paul had been telling her about our sex session earlier, and how
grateful she was that Paul had been included in everything. Then I
returned to hear the phone ringing; it was Julia.
"I'll be coming home tomorrow," she said. "but I'll have to keep a
very close watch on David for the next few days because he has
picked up some sort of infection in his lungs."
"Well, if you want me to keep Amanda until you are ready for her,
Darren and I would be delighted and so would Paul. We're getting
on so well together that an outsider might think they are brothers
and sister."
Then I went on to tell her about my plan to take them to the
wildlife park, and she was delighted with the idea. She said that
Amanda need to expand her horizons, and that was an excellent way
of doing it; I thought to myself with a leer that I had already
expanded part of her. Julia said she would pack another case with
clothes for Amanda, and I could drop off her used clothes for
washing.
We drove home and I put the children in the bath. Darren was very
happy that he had Mandy all to himself, so I said, "What about
me?" He looked somewhat downcast until he realised that I was only
joking.
"I'm going to enjoy you both tonight," I said. "I'm going to make
the most of the opportunity, so I want you both to suck me, then
I'll take your one hole and perhaps Mandy's two." That brought a
cheer from Mandy; I was happy that they both were budding sex-
maniacs and decided that Darren's rectum would be the receptor of
my seminal offering. After ensuring that their bowels were more or
less empty I washed both bottoms inside and out in the usual way,
bathed myself and then carried them to my bed laying them on a
towel for safety.
I started by sucking Darren's little worm to erection, then
tongue-fucked his anus, drawing squeaks of pleasure from him. I
transferred my activity to Mandy's snatch while she started
sucking Darren's cock, then I found Darren's mouth on mine. The
feeling was exquisite; despite having had three children's mouths
on my cock, l hadn't managed to become jaded. Darren obviously
hadn't finished with me, because I soon felt his tongue entering
my bottom, and it was a delicious feeling. He didn't stay there
long, but presented his rear to Mandy when she asked him to, and I
saw her licking his anus so that he started squeaking again. Since
she was licking his bottom, I decided to do it to her, and
received the expected murmur of pleasure.
Enjoyable though this rimming was, I decided that it was time for
penetration. I lifted Mandy to a kneeling position while she was
still rimming Darren, finger-fucked both her vagina and her rectum
and stimulated her clitoris so as to encourage the flow of her
juices. When her vagina was suitably wet, I applied my helmet and
pushed . . .
Mandy became very animated and her breathing increased. When I was
fully inserted and pumping, I put my finger in her anus and with
the other hand I stroked one of her nipples. She started shaking
and I felt her vagina contracting and releasing on my penis, which
increased my pleasure immensely. I knew I couldn't last very long
like that, so I pulled Darren up to a keeling position also and
transferred my very well lubricated penis to his anus. To avoid
deflating Mandy too quickly I re-inserted a finger in her anus and
another in her vagina and pumped both fingers in and out. As I was
doing this my penis was sliding into Darren's bowels and eliciting
the same sequential squeezing and relaxing as I had received from
Mandy. This was a stimulus to start me pumping in and out, causing
his sphincter to tighten around my shaft. I knew that I couldn't
hold out any longer and started to fill his bowels with my baby-
batter, then I lay along his back and reached underneath him to
hold and squeeze a little widdler which had become seriously
erect.
When we finally relaxed and lay on the bed, Mandy reminded me that
I had broken my promise by failing to bugger her. I kissed her and
apologised, then I told her that her bottom would be the next
receptor of my rampant cock. A return kiss told me that she was
looking forward to it. As usual, I took Darren to the toilet so
that he could remove the semen from his bowels.
Returning, I told the children that it was now time for them to
sleep, so I covered them over in my double bed, kissed them both
and switched off the light.
*
The next day brought a surprise: Sarah phoned and said that her
mother had recovered her mental balance almost completely
overnight and she had been very apologetic, saying that she must
have been suffering a temporary breakdown. She was determined to
continue her independent life, so that Sarah would be able to
return home. I drove over to fetch her, taking Darren and Mandy
with me. On the way, I told them that this was the end of our
sexual activities for the time being, and they both understood. I
told Mandy that I would somehow keep my promise of the previous
evening, but we would have to wait for an opportune moment. Sarah
was quite happy to act as temporary mother for both of them when
required, and with that I accepted that life would soon return to
normal for both of us but with happy interludes looking after
children, and even happier ones when I could have them to myself.
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Here endeth the story. Any constructive criticism, whether
positive or negative, would be welcome, and if the story makes you
want to donate to ASSTR, I'm sure it would be much appreciated.
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