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 Baby-Sitting Circle: by (C) Hamilton Joyce Mmg MFgm MMF MM MF.

   Father Burnelli hummed a happy tune as he cut up the tickets he had just
printed off.

   His baby-sitting circle had now expanded to fifteen families.

   The tickets were used as a sort of currency: in most such groups couples
earned tickets by babysitting for other people.

   Father Burnelli's was different.

   You earned tickets when someone baby-sat your kids!

   How come?  How could that work?

   The children were all sexually active and eager to please the
baby-sitter: that's how it worked!  One ticket for each hour, and if there
were two children two tickets, in the case of three three tickets per hour
and so on.  But all night was capped at five tickets......per child per
all-night.
Couples were, of course, eager to have their children baby-sat with the
promise of sexual pleasure with the neighbours' pretty little children as

the reward!

   Father Burnelli had the brainwave a couple of years back when, by
coincidence, three confessions in a row included incest between the parent
and a child.  He had long been aware that in his parish there was a great
deal of incest, old-young sex, as it continually figured in confessions. 
These were supposed to be anonymous, but he was good at recognising voices
and mannerisms, so he always knew who it was who was confessing to family
frolics.  The penances were not too onerous, and the parents soon learned
that their Confessor did not consider incest a really serious matter, at
least if consensual.

   With long experience of pre-teens and teenagers he knew that sex-play
was just another game children liked, a bit more exciting than cowboys and
indians for the boys or dollies' tea-party for the girls, but the same sort
of thing viewed from their perspective.  Nothing special!  And all these
boys and girls were well used to sex-play with mummy and daddy and so
willing, eager even, to branch out and have little games with mummy's and
daddy's grown-up friends.

   He was into sex with boys and girls himself, and knew from the
confessional which parents had seduced their children, which boys and girls
had moved on from caresses and oral sex to full vaginal and anal sex with
mummy and daddy, and from the catechism classes the children who were
sexually active and what sexual acts each had accepted as a normal and
pleasant part of family life.  He had not yet come across any already
seduced child who was other than eager for sex-play, with their little
friends, and with family friends and relatives too.  Obviously "stranger
danger" did not apply to any of these, and in any case teachers were always
against anything really nice and exciting.  So what!

   He licked his lips as he put an elastic band round the bundle of
tickets, ten of them with their image of a smiling black man arm around a
teenage blonde boy, ten with a black woman, arm around a naked blonde girl.
The idea of the designs was to make it clear that there were no silly
limitations on gay or lesbian sex, or inter-racial, any more than there was
against heterosexual.  The original drawings had been done by a talented
girl: she was now married and had children of her own, sadly distant from
the parish of her favourite priest!
These were for the newest recruits: twenty tickets to get Mr and Mrs
Silvester started, a Goan-Indian couple who had just joined the circle.  It
was their twelve-year-old boy who had tipped him off, confessing to him
that both his parents used him for sex.  Further exploration established
the boy really liked it but felt guilty.  That was easily dealt with. 
Their daughter Mary would be coming to classes with her brother very soon
and Father Burnelli knew exactly how he would seduce the two of them.  Both
together would be best: he did so enjoy watching teenage siblings having
sex, as a prelude to his own pleasures of course.  He would emphasise, as
he always did in such cases, that obedience to their parents was much more
important than out-of-date sexual taboos.  As long as they enjoyed it, the
boy and girl should indulge their mummy and daddy's desires.  Mummy and
daddy wanted them to have fun with other grown-ups too, and other boys and
girls, and they especially wanted them to please Father Burnelli!  Their
son, Oliver, was delightful!  And, according to Mrs Silvester was already
producing boy-juice.  Apparently the girl was slender but had nice firm
titties which she loved her daddy sucking.....  Mmmmmm.  Unthinking he

licked his lips again.

   His chat with Mrs Silvester had alarmed her at first, but when he told
her about the baby-sitting she was very keen, and said her husband would be
too.



   Friday morning breakfast chez the Hapgoods.

   Molly was in her smart charcoal grey business suit: she worked in the
Crown Court and grey or black was compulsory.  She made the ensemble look
sexy with her raven black hair, trim figure, and power-dressing black high
heels.

   Her daughter Beth was mostly in black too, her school uniform of black
skirt over black tights and a black blazer over crisp white shirt, sensible
black court shoes.  If her mother was sexy, the daughter was completely
devastating.  And a school-girl fetish joy....  as the girl knew well!

   Charles was last as usual, but immaculate in his light grey suit.

   'Morning, Daddy!'

   Often the three of them slept together in the super-king-size marital
bed, but not last night as it happened.  Beth had been tired and the couple
wanted to watch a late night film on Sky.

   He poured himself a coffee, never really breakfasting as he was a
fitness fanatic and found that breakfasts made him put on weight.  'I'm
baby-sitting tonight, darling.  The Waltons.'They're going to the theatre
in town and staying in a hotel, so it's an all-nighter.'

   'We've got plenty of tickets, darling: Beth's real popular.'

   She smiled at her daughter, who knew that in any case!

   'But I just got a text from David Holdsworth.....his wife is babysitting
tonight and he wondered if I could come over.  David Holsworth always gets
me going, as you know, Charles.'

   'That's Emma and John, isn't it.  Lovely kids!'

   'Just John, and him of course.  She's taking young Emma with her.'

   'That's not baby-sitting, sweetie: that's swinging.  You'll enjoy having
them both.  That John is a real little goer!  No tickets for swinging, by
the way.'

   'He knows that!  So it's ok for me to call him and set it up?'

   'Of course.'

   She met her daughter's eye and they both smiled, both sharing the same
thought and memories of how good it was to have a boy's mouth skillfully
sucking your clit while a virile man pounded away at your pussy.

   'Be right back.'

   She got up and went through to the lounge.'

   Charles got up and stood behind his daughter's chair.  There was a very
slight scent of lavender, probably shampoo not perfume and as he looked
down her breasts were like two little doves under the white cotton.  He
reached down with both hands and closed his palms on them.  Firm, small,
shapely....  like her mother's in fact.  No bra and no need.  He was a
lucky man.

   'Can't leave you alone, angel.  Who would you like to ask first?'

   The answer was immediate: Terry, Mr Ransom.  He's lovely!'

   I'll ring him.'

   She listened as the two men spoke on the phone.  Her father turned to
her and told her Terry would have to bring his son Michael if that was OK.

   'Oh yes.  Mickey is in my class.  He's cool!'

   ........................................................................

   EVENING CHEZ THE HAPGOOD FAMILY.

   Beth managed to get the bathroom before her mother and had prepared
herself for the evening rendezvous, waxing her legs, showering and washing
her hair.  She had used the hair-drier and was now brushing it to make it
shine.  She had inherited her mother's black, luxuriant hair and as she
looked at herself in the mirror she approved what she saw.  She was not one
of those sad teenage girls who despair of their body-image: she knew she
was gorgeous!

   Any doubts would have been dispelled long ago by the drooling looks of
men wherever she went: since she was eleven she had got used to being
groped, and sometimes propositioned by complete strangers.  She had been
known, occasionally, to say yes if the guy was handsome, and she knew how
much courage it took nowadays for a man even to ask a teenage girl....

   She turned sideways on, looking at herself in the long mirror.  Her tits
were good, not big yet and perhaps never would be, but firm and shapely,
like her bum, not yet that of a grown woman, but rounded and jutting a bit
as if inviting male interest.  She put the hairbrush dowmn and caressed
first her tits and then her arse....  the boys would enjoy this.  Her legs
had not really needed waxing, but it did no harm!  And just a comb to fluff
up the fine hair of her pubic triangle, lift her arms....  still no hair
and she had removed the fluff last week.  She decided she was about
perfect.

   'You going to be all day in there?'

   'Just finished, Mummy.  It's all yours!'

   She decided to leave her hair down over her shoulders...  it was dead
sexy that way.  But Terry would probably prefer her as a typical, if
spectacularly lovely, teenager rather than as a tart (which she could dress
as, because some guys liked the stockings, basque and heels stuff!).  So it
was her tight cotton top, pink but with scarlet lettering ("LOVE ME
DADDY"), so tight it showed off her breasts perfectly....  no bra and no
need for one.  Then a tiny white satin thong, the back so thin that it
disppeared into the cleft of her buttocks, and a blue denim micro-mini
skirt, a "pelmet" that just about covered her crotch and was secured just
by quick-release velcro tags.  Her pink trainers to match the top, no
socks.

   She looked at herself in her mother's long mirror, and approved.

   Her mother had showered quickly and appeared in the room naked.  She
looked at her teeny-bopper daughter.

   'Mmmm Beth.  You look good enough to eat.'

   'Oh yes please, Mummy.  You know I love it when you eat me out'.

   'You're a naughty little girl, but delicious,'

   She slapped the girl playfully on her rump, and laughed as Beth had a
quick grope at her mummy's tits.

   'I hope mine are like yours when I grow up.'

   'They're lovely now, Beth.  and the trick is lots of exercise....  and
not only in bed!  No time to play now.  Your two lovers will be here in
half an hour and I want to be gone.  By the way, I was a bit concerned when
you said Michael was in your class.  It would be a bad do if he started
boasting!  Get us all in trouble.....'

   'I'll mention it to his Dad.  I'm sure Terry will bust a gut not to let
his son talk about what we all do together.'

   'You're right, Beth.  He's got the most to lose of all of us!  Now let
me get dressed.  You're not wearing perfume?'

   'No.  I did last time and Terry says he wants me to smell like a
girl.... and taste like one he said.'

   She was giggling as she went out of the room.

   On the dot of seven the doorbell rang.  Molly Hapgood already had her
coat on when she opened the door to Terry Ransom and his son.

   'Hi Terry!  Gotta love you and leave you.  Say!  You must be Michael.'

   As they shook hands she held his hand much, much longer than convention
demanded, signalling to the boy she was interested in him.

   As she took their coats and hung them up the boy promised himself that
one day soon he would let her have him: she was just as pretty as her
daughter, who was the sexiest girl in his class.

   'You'll find Beth in the living room.  I've gotta rush!'

   Beth was sitting on the sofa.

   'It's the Simpsons.  Nearly over.  But if it's ok I want to see the end.
I never miss them.'

   Terry sat one side, Mickey the other: it was nicely cosy, even a bit
crushed three on the settee.

   Terry had an arm, possessive perhaps, around the girl's shoulder, but
Mickey, a bit shy perhaps, sat with his hands in his lap covering his hard
cock.  His daddy and Beth were certainly watching the tv and laughing, but
he kept looking at her lovely shoulder-length hair, and those sharp little
tits.  He could hardly believe his luck that he was going to get to feel
them having looked at them in class so often.  What a pity he would not be
able to tell the other guys, to claim the kudos and cred: but daddy had
warned him of the dire, desperate consequences if their games should ever
get known beyond the two families.

   Mickey was jealous as immediately the cartoon ended and Beth zapped the
tv, his daddy was kissing her.  Only jealous for a moment as he used the
opportunity to get his arm around her as she leaned towards his daddy, and,
yes!  his hand on her breast, feeling it firm and warm under his palm. 
Jeez!  he could even feel her nipple harden as he gently squeezed her tit.
It was even better than he hoped all those long math and history lessons
when he day-dreamed feeling her up, slipping his hand inside her blouse to
confirm she often did not wear a bra, and never needed one at all.....

   Beth giggled and turned to the boy.

   'Your turn now, Mickey.  I've wanted to kiss you for weeks....'

   Her,too.  She felt as horny for him as he did for her.  He was no longer
worried by his stiff cock.  Proud of it more like!

   Her body was warm and strong against his, and her tongue immediately
penetrated his open mouth.  Jeez!  Her hand was on his crotch: she must
feel his hard cock.  Jeez!  Not only feel it hard, she was grasping it
through the layers of clothing.  One hand still on her breast, he felt her
naked thigh with the other.  Did he dare?  Yes, he did!  He slid his hand
up her thigh, on the tender, silky inside, till it reached the satin of her
crotch: her tongue was even harder in his mouth as he felt her cunt-lips
through her thong, and her hand gripped his cock even tighter.
Terry blesssed the day Father Burnelli had found out through his wife's
confession that he and Muriel Ransom had been having sex with their boy and
girl since the twins were ten.  The Priest had given his wife a purely
token penance.  At Terry's confession the next week, the Priest had
carefully hinted at first that he knew about his incest, natural with his
daughter, gay with his son, and that he shared these pursuits with his
wife. In the course of the confession the Priest became gradually more
explicit finally making the open offer of membership of a growing circle of
parishioners who had the same family arrangements.  Of course he and Muriel
had readily agreed that the good priest could amuse himself with the
children in return for the so-valuable introductory bundle of "baby-sitting
tickets".  Both twins liked the Priest, luckily, and in fact Muriel too

quite fancied him: Terry laughed: too muscular and hairy for him!

   As Mickey and Beth writhed and wriggled together Terry thought how good
it was that these two teens could express their passions, their lusts, and
how good it was for him and Muriel to have a more than adequate supply of
willing boys and girls....  as young as ten some of them, a few now
fifteen, but mostly in those magic years of twelve to fourteen.  And no
danger.  And none of the hassle of "grooming" as the teens own parents
along with Father Burnelli had already taken care of all that, the children
all being eager and uninhibited.

   Fucking hell!  His cock was hard....this Beth was a little beauty!

   'Mummy says we can use their bed tonight as mine is a lot smaller. 
Three of us will need a big bed!'

   She giggled, and led the way upstairs, Terry fondling her near-naked
butt as he followed close behind.

   'Now you guys just undress and lay on the bed: I want to brush my hair a
bit and then I'll join you.'

   She sat on the stool watching them, making a show of brushing her
already glossy hair while father and son stripped.  Mickey took his lead
from his daddy who had kept his boxers on, so the boy kept his y-fronts.

   Beth was amused and excited to see the multi-coloured boxers and the
white y-fronts were both tented at the front.  But she made no move to
undress, just kicking off her trainers, putting the hairbrush down, and
stepping towards the bed.  Mickey had his hand on his daddy's crotch and
was grasping what looked like a good-sized meat.

   Just out of their reach she pulled the pink top up and over her head....
moving a bit sideways so her breasts were in profile for them: that way
they would see how shapely she was!

   She was amused to see Mickey lick his lips as if she were some
appetising dish!  Well, he would soon be mouthing her nipples, licking her
breasts....

   'Do you guys go both ways.  I hope so.  It's a great turn-on for me when
I see two guys making out....'

   She was amused to see Terry and his son look at each other, and even
more amused when young Michael blushed scarlet.  There was no doubt father
and son enjoyed sex together...  but what sort.  Just innocent wanking? 
Oral?  Or the full anal monte?

   Now, with a flourish she pulled open the velcro tags on her micro-skirt
and let the denim drop to the carpet.

   Naked except for the tiny satin pouch of her thong, she stood looking at
her lovers for the night.  The shape of her pussy was clear through the
little triangle of satin that covered it, cunt-lips outlined, full and
plump, and even the hard little bump of her clitoris, already awakened. 
Mickey understood the joking term "camel toe" he had heard in the
playground at school, and his cock was almost painfully hard..

   'You've kept yours on so I'll keep mine for a bit.  Take yours off and
show me what you do when you're alone together.  You can't shock this girl.
Turn me on, boys.'

   That was the cue for Terry to pull his underpants down and off, and for
Mickey to follow his father's example immediately.  They could see, or
almost see, the shape of her lips under the white satin, and the pouch
holding her pubes was so small that there was a little line of fine, black
hair at the top of the white triangle, promising an almost equally tiny
triangle of first pubic hair beneath.

   Both males were erect: Beth was pleased to see that Terry really was
man-sized....about seven or eight inches at a guess.  Mickey was not so bad
either for a thirteen-year-old, a good five inches and nearly as thick as
his Dad's.  He was better-hung than the other teenage boys her baby-sitting
had introduced her too.

   'Come on boys!'

   She opened her legs as she sat on the stool, and they saw her hand slip
down the front of her satin panties.  The shape of her fingers replaced
that of the cunt-lips, but more of her pubic hair was revealed as the top
of her thong was pushed down.  It was not curly, but fine and glossy, as
black as her shoulder-length hair.

   'Turn me on!'

   Father took son in his arms and kissed him hard on the lips.

   Groping hands were feeling male bottoms and hard cocks.

   Her clit was really awake now: this was going to be good.

   Now Terry knelt over the boy and took his cock between open lips.  He
skinned the knob and then slipped the cock in again, the boy's toes curling
up in pleasure as his daddy sucked him.  This is what daddies were for, and
he did it so much better than mummy!

   Beth slid off her stool and stepped right up to the bed.

   'You can take them off me, Mickey, but you've got to use your lips to do
it, to pull the bikini down.'

   His father kept the cock in his mouth but was motionless as he watched
Mickey mouth the waistband of her thong, hands round the girl and holding
her by that cute butt, naked except for the thong hidden away in her bottom
cleavage.  You could hardly call it a "waistband" as it was a few
milimetres below the line of her pubic hair, just covering her already
plump little "mound of Venus" and Mickey was sensible enough to pull it
down slowly, enjoying the moment and teasing himself.  Yes, he dearly
wanted to see the girl's pussy, but was already experienced enough to know
that anticipation is half the pleasure.  But slowly the white satin was
pulled down to her thighs, and that little triangle of fine black hair
revealed, those white cunt-lips, shades paler than her body and still with
no more than the lightest of almost colourless fluff.

   His father watched the girl of course, but to his surprise it was still
the reclining figure of his son that attracted him the most.  He dropped
the cock from his mouth and turned the boy over.  The boy's bottom really
was so cute, and his smooth, still-suntanned back so flawless, and still so
boyish despite the beginnings of shoulder muscles.  The girl was beautiful,
but the boy was sexy.  He would certainly fuck the girl, but the boy was
going to be first if possible.  He and his son had both taken viagra, and
their ability to "repeat" was guaranteed...  though in his own case Terry
guessed it was unnecessary with these two willing, eager partners.

   His son could "repeat" even without viagra....  oh to be thirteen again,
cum, cum, and cum again as a woman does.....

   Beth pulled her thong down the last two inches, and then let it fall to
the floor, kicking it away from the bed.  She stood there, legs apart now,
knowing she was beautiful even without the evidence of those two hard
cocks!

   She pushed the boy down on the bed, laughingly turning him over on his
back again, and then pulling him towards her so his face was between her
legs.

   A close-up view of her pussy, an inch away at the most, and the scent of
her arousal.....

   Mickey knew what she wanted, of course, as many a night spent in bed
with his twin sister had taught him that a teenage girl loves having her
clitoris sucked with the resulting orgasm as a prelude to multiple orgasms
when being fucked.  It was good to wake a girl's libido before fucking!

   Beth obligingly opened her cunt-lips with both hands and lowered herself
onto the waiting open mouth.

   Terry watched, seeing the shocking scarlet of the inner lips in contrast
to the chaste white of the outer lips and told himself that he would have
some of that.  After he had shagged the boy.  He had been neglecting the
boy the last couple of weeks, he realised, obsessed by his daughters
now-budding breasts.  He had left Mickey to his daughter and Molly, mostly.
And to be fair he found it exciting to watch the boy fucking his mother! 
He had found the idea of another man shagging his wife exciting way before
they had made that fantasy reality, and now it was doubly exciting when
joined with the taboo of incest.  Perhaps that was why his daughter was so
attractive.  And his son.  On the other hand he was always horny when he
had a chance to "babysit", and horny whether male or female, ten or
fifteen....or any age between.

   The girl had the boy's head in her hands, holding it in place as she
ground down on tongue and lips, and Mickey's cock twitched.

   When he had first sucked Mickey off the boy had only been ten and had
not any cum, of course, though he certainly had powerful dry orgasms back
then.  Gradually the cum had started to be formed in the boy's balls, and
now there was a really quite satisfying amount.....and the boy could repeat
too!

   That twitching cock was very tempting: it would be ok as the boy had
taken viagra, and in any case was good for four orgasms at thirteen even
without the chemical pill.  He just had to suck it again.

   Beth watched as Terry leaned over his son and took his cock into his
mouth.

   The boy could not see....  face buried in the girl's pussy.....  but he
knew that warm, wet feeling all right.  He could have reached down and held
his father's head, but frankly it was better to keep on fondling the girl's
arse.  He had got his hand right into her crease and was tap-tapping her
anus while penetrating her vagina with his tongue.  Often it was his nose
rubbing against her clit as she wriggled and writhed heavily on it, often
his tongue.

   Beth could see, though, and it was so sexy that she started to cum.

   Mickey was really on edge, and the feeling of Beth's juicy orgasm, the
sound of her little cries and squeaks of pleasure albeit muffled by her
warm flesh clamped over his ears, all that made him cum, squirting his hot
boy-juice into daddy's mouth.

   ..................................................



   David and Jane Holdsworth had enjoyed an "open marriage" from just after
their first anniversary.

   It had happened on a Greek beach.  Jane had noticed, not for the first
time, her husband watching the lithe bodies of a group of young lads
kicking a football about.

   'You really fancy that tall slim one, don't you David!'

   'Come off it, Jane.  I'm not gay!'

   'Well, you're at least bi, darling: you can't take your eyes off him. 
and I don't blame you.  He's beautiful.  I could get the hots for him....
in fact I have, almost as much as you.'

   She allowed her hand to brush against her husband's crotch, which was
satisfactorily, and tell-tale hard.

   'The boy keeps looking at you, darling.  Why not take your bra off and
give him something to remember?'

   'You won't be jealous, darling?'

   'I love the idea....  in fact I wouldn't mind if....'

   'If what?'

   'If you had him as long as I could watch.'

   'I said you were bi, now I know you are.  I like that!'

   Her naked breasts were as good as any on the beach, quite small, but
firm and rounded, and the nipples erect.  The boys stopped their football
and sat down about ten metres away....  all facing the married couple! 
David and Jane lay there looking at the tanned, hairless torsoes, imagining
what delights lay hidden beneath tattered khaki shorts and ill-fitting
trunks.

   'I can't take any more of this, Jane.  Let's go back to the hotel for a
bit.....'

   Their sex that afternoon was even more passionate and fulfilling than
usual as they had explored the possibibility of threesomes, and especially
involving a teenage boy.



   'I've seen you ogling Jamie, David....'

   'Jamie McPherson?  Yes he's a real looker, and you were drooling over
him in McDonalds last week.  He's exactly the sort of boy turns both of us
on.'

   'I think he's probably gay, David.  The other boys in his group are
always joshing the girls, but he never seems to take part.'

   'If you saw the way he watched your bum you wouldn't think that,
darling. He's got the hots for you.'

   'Probably bi, then.  Shall we try him?'

   'I wouldn't know how to begin, Jane.  But I'd love to see him have
you.....'

   'I'll get him for us....  you'll see.'

   Jane had come and come again and again, while David....  this was long
before viagra....  came five times in her eager pussy.



   ........................................

   The Holdsworth family.

   The twins, Emma and John, had been born about a year and a half after
that deal struck on the beach.  Luckily they both took after their mother,
blonde and long-limbed.  The father was probably David Holdsworth, but it
could equally have been any one of a handful of good-looking teenage boys
so far who had been willing to surrender their bodies to David in return
for sex with his beautiful wife.

   The Holdworths believed in plenty of kissing and hugging for their
children, and Sunday mornings were special, with the boy and girl allowed
into mummy and daddy's bed for a cuddle.

   No sex though, as Jane and David thought that best left till the twins
approached puberty......

   Their tenth birthday was very special: it fell on a Sunday, and they
were to open their presents in the marital bed.  Eager, but knowing the
house rules, they waited till they could hear daddy coming upstairs with
the coffee-tray.  Then a few moments, and into their parents' room.

   What a lovely surprise!  Mummy had taken her nightie off, and daddy was
not wearing pyjamas.  They lay propped against the pillows, naked.....

   'Oooh!  You look pretty, mummy!'

   Little John had never seen his mother's breasts, which were still as
good as they had been at fifteen.  His sister was more interested in her
daddy's cock, so much bigger than her brother's which so far was her only
standard of comparison.  John was astounded that his mummy's "front bottom"
was as hairless as his sister's: the magazines passed round at school all
showed the women with almost as much hair down there as his daddy had.....
he would ask his mummy about that when he had a chance.

   All his mummy had was a sort of rounded, plump mound and a pastel-blue
butterfly tattoed to one side of it.  It was very pretty, much nicer than
those hairy girls with their open legs and the butterfly was just like the
ones you see in summer on the chalk hills.

   For the moment, though, the two parcels wrapped in silver paper and with
gold bows were even more interesting.

   Emma had hers open first and was thrilled.  She kissed her mummy and
then hung round her daddy's neck, hugging and kissing him.

   It was a mobile phone.  And John had one too.  He thanked his daddy with
a kiss....  though it was difficult with his sister all over him!  And then
a longer hug and kiss for his mummy.  Her breasts felt so nice against him,
her body so soft and warm.......

   David Holdsworth felt his cock stiffen from half-hard to full erection
with his daughter's innocent embrace.  The couple had decided that this,
the tenth birthday, was the right time to be introducing their children to
sex....  in a practical, not theoretical way.  How lucky it had fallen on a
Sunday when they could spend the day in bed if they wanted!  He slipped his
hand down the girl's pyjama bottoms and felt her cute little bum, so soft
and smooth.  The side of his hand slipped easily into her bottom crease and
rested there, fingers reaching forward to her hairless cunt-lips.

   'Ooooh!  Daddy, that feels nice.'

   Her daddy had never caressed her bottom before, at least never with his
hand on her naked flesh and it felt so good.  But her mouth was stopped by
his, and he had his tongue right inside it: he was kissing her properly,
what the girls at school, giggling, called "French-kissing".  She decided
she liked it, and liked too the feel as daddy's rough hand pushed her
pyjamas down, clear of her bottom, and the feel of his fingers on her
"front-bottom".

   Jane Holdsworth had held her son's face against her breasts, and was
rewarded by the feel of his mouth on her nipple.  So long ago now when the
twins had been weaned....  and now the gesture was sexual, like her man
sucking them.  How these men and boys loved firm tits!  Girls too!  The boy
was feeling her tits with eager hands, and licking, sucking......

   She slipped her hand down his pyjams and found a lovely hard little
cock. How nice that the boy could already find pleasure in her body.  How
right they had been to chose the tenth birthday as the first of the twins'
sexual life.

   'Take all this off, John.'

   She was already pushing the pyjamas down, and John suddenly wanted to be
naked too.  He tore the pyjama jacket up over his head, not undoing the
buttons, and now the bottoms down, not bothering to undo the cord at his
waist.

   Naked, he pressed his body against his mummy's, feeling her warmth, and
her hands on his back and bottom.  He just wanted to feel her breasts some
more, and to push his tongue into her mouth, like she had his.

   'He's naked, daddy!'

   'You too, then, my little angel!  We can really cuddle then.'

   'Do you like my butterfly, John?'

   'It's very pretty, mummy.'

   'Your daddy likes to kiss it.  Would you like to?'

   'Please, mummy.'

   She pushed the boy down the bed and opened her legs, though the outer
lips of her cunt were still closed.  Inside she was hot and tingly: this
sex had been looked forward to for months, discussed with her man, in her
mind when enjoying their threesomes with teenage boys, foursomes when the
boy invited his little girl-friend along to meet his experienced, expert
lovers.  And now the longed-for moments had arrived.

   The boy kissed her Mound of Venus almost with reverence.  She took his
head between her hands, the blonde hair sliding a bit between them, and
pushed it down till his face rested against her pussy.  He kissed there
too, though the lips were still closed.

   'Lick me, John.  I love that when your daddy does it to me.'

   She pulled the lips apart and her son was momentarily bewildered: it was
wet and all sticky.  And it had a strong scent too.  How could he lick
there?  But if that was what daddy did, then he would too.  The oedipus
complex is strong even in ten year old boys.  He licked.  It was nice!  He
licked again and his mother moaned.  He stopped a moment.  Had he done it
wrong?

   'Don't stop!  That's lovely.  Yes, just there where that little nub is.
Oh yes, John!'

   Emma whispered in her daddy's ear, 'Look, daddy, look what John's doing
to mummy.  He's licking her front-bottom'.

   'She loves that, Emma.  and grown-ups call it her pussy or her cunt.'

   'John's willy has gone stiff like yours, daddy.'

   'It needs sucking too, Emma.  lets suck it for him.'

   Father and daughter lay and knelt beside the boy and as he sucked at his
mummy's pussy, so he felt his daddy's mouth close over his hard cocklet.

   'Oooooh!  Ooooh!  That makes me all tingly.'

   'You have a go, Emma,'

   'If he could suck his mummy's pussy, then she could certainly suck her
brother's cock.  It felt funny in her mouth, warm and soft on the outside
but like a bone on the inside.  She let it slip in and out of her mouth
like she had seen her daddy do it.'

   'My turn again, Emma.  You can lick mine while I suck him if you want.'

   She looked at her daddy's cock, so manly and straight sticking out from
all that hair, and his balls so much bigger than her brother's.  She licked
the knob, tentative and then when her daddy pulled the foreskin off it she
decided she could probably get the whole knob into her mouth.  She wanted
to try, at any rate.

   So there they were celebrating the tenth birthday, boy sucking mother's
cunt, father sucking boy's cock, daughter sucking father's knob.

   Jane came first...  the sight of her man sucking her son was just too
too sexy.  At the same time David redoubled his sucking of the boy's cock
and had built the boy towards his first orgasm.....

   'I'm gonna piss, daddy!  I'm gonna piss!'

   'Enjoy it David.  let it come....'

   The boy's cum was a dry orgasm of course, but exciting for his father
and earth-shattering for the boy.

   David felt the boy's legs tense, his whole body shaking, and then the
release as the boy screamed, almost as if in pain.

   Too much for him, David came too, without warning for his daughter who
felt her mouth fill with hot, silky cum.  She gagged and the knob slipped
out, the second spurt flying up her face, over one eye and into her hair.
She looked at in in amazement and let the third gusher hit her face too.

   'What's that, daddy?'

   'That's cum, angel.  It's how baby's are made when you are grown up. 
John will make cum in his balls when he's grown-up.'

   'What does it taste like, Emma?'

   John had seen his daddy cum and was fascinated.

   'No taste, but sort of warm and soft, not sticky.  It's nice.'

   John reached across his mummy's body and took some from his sister's
face with the side of his hand.  He licked the hand clean.

   'It is nice.  Let me lick it off your face, sis.'

   Jane caught her husband's glance: he was happy that both children would
have no problem with oral sex now, having their mouths filled with creamy
cum.

   'It's not fair on Emma.  We've all cum and she hasn't.  Suck her off,
John, like you did mummy, and we'll both suck you a bit too....'

   David allowed his wife to have most of the sucking, allowed her to enjoy
her son's proud little cocklet.  He amused himself holding his daughter's
cunt-lips open for his son's tongue, and fondling her nipples.  Perhaps
there was just a suspicion of puffiness there, a promise of puberty?  Much
as he enjoyed her flat, boyish chest he was really looking forward to her
budding breasts.....not so long now.

   John went at his sister's pussy with all the enthusiasm of a boy who had
just learned oral sex, and his sister responded almost immediately with a
shrieking orgasm.

   David was astounded the girl knew some of those words!

   Mummy and daddy were rejuvenated by the sight of their children enjoying
the pleasures of tongue and pussy, and almost as much by the pretty little
cock which, after months of teasing themselves, they finally got to suck.

   'Jeez!  I feel horny, David.'

   'Me too, Jane.  Let's fuck!'

   'Now you watch this kids, and when you get the idea, John you try it out
with your sister.  You're nice and hard, like daddy.'

   David did it from behind, laying on his side so the children could get a
clear view of his cock as it entered her pussy, and then the in-out
movement.

   Emma watched fascinated and wondered if her hole was big enough to take
her daddy's cock: she doubted it, but it would be good to try.  Would it be
all right to ask him, or should she wait for him to suggest it?  Any way,
she was certainly big enough to take her brother's!

   So she lay on her side just like mummy.

   Mummy was beginning to moan and pant, and both children now knew what
that meant: her pussy was giving her pleasure and soon she would cum.

   John thought how exciting it would be to stick his cock into mummy's
pussy....  her cunt.  But it would be nice too to practise a bit on Emma.
So he lay behind her, and was surprised how easily his cock slipped into
her.  All that sucking had made her slippery.  Clearly it was a good idea
to suck the cunt a bit before fucking.  He stored that useful bit of
knowledge away, and started to make the same movements as daddy.

   With the same result!

   Both women, mother and daughter were now making funny little noises,
mummy getting louder all the time.

   He imagined his daddy squirting deep inside his mummy, and that was so
exciting he had his orgasm too....he thought Emma had already cum!

   'That's a lovely way to start the day!' Jane kissed David on his nose as
his cock withdrew.  'I'll have a shower and then cook breakfast.  Who's for
bacon and eggs?'

   'Me'.  Three voices in unison!

   'You play for a bit until I've finished in the bathroom.'

   'Let's do it again, John!'

   'I'll suck you first a bit, Emma.'

   'No, fuck me again....  you're still stiff.'

   Not like daddy, she thought!

   'Lay on top of her this time, John.  that's the best way for the girls.
It rubs on them better.  Try it.'

   'Ooooh yes!  I can feel that.  It's lovely!'

   The boy's bottom rising and falling, clenching and unclenching, was so
sexy David just had to....

   He leaned over the two writhing bodies and kissed the boy's smooth
buttock, then parted the cheeks and planted a wet kiss on his anus.

   John was amazed.  His daddy was kissing his bottom-hole.  That was
gross! But it was nice too, as he felt the tongue, pointed, licking, and,
oooh!  penetrating.....

   ..........................................................

   Jane Holdsworth's first boy-lover.

   It was back before the internet had taken off, and nowhere near as easy
for a married woman to find a young stud for her and her husband's
pleasure. There were contact magazines and you could find another couple or
a single male, even a transvestite if that turned you on.  But an underage
boy?  You could hardly advertise for that.

   The liberating conversation between the two on that Greek beach had
identified the best target, a boy both of them could fancy, Jamie
McPherson. Jane had to find a way of seducing him!

   Sounds easy.  But wasn't.  And it took time.

   The first bit of luck had been finding he played football in the park
Sunday mornings.  Jane liked to watch the lads kicking the ball about, not
interested at all in the game but certainly enjoying watching these
energetic boys running around.  Their hard little bums and suggestive
bulges in their shorts woke her clit up nicely thinking what she could do
with some of them!

   There were always at least a dozen teams, and one fine winter's morning
she was delighted to see Jamie: although he was rather slight and slender
he was clearly a good player.  When he scored a goal a good-looking guy on
the touchline too, cheered.  She recognised him as Alex McPherson, the
boy's father.  She walked over to him.

   Chat led to an introduction at the end of the game.

   The next Saturday she bumped into the boy in The Mall and they had a
coffee together.  She reported back to her husband in bed later.

   Jane loved these sexy post-sex chats with David, cuddling each other and
secure in the knowledge he would soon be hard again, and the second time
give her several more lovely orgasms.

   'I knew he would be in The Mall sooner or later so I hung around until I
could meet him "by accident".  He's a very shy boy but I finally got him
talking and then it all came bubbling out.  He told me he had no girl
friend, and he blushed when I asked him if he had a boyfriend!  You know,
David, I think he's bisexual.  But he said he didn't feel shy with me, and
I told him that was because I liked him.  A lot.  We were getting on well.
I told him there was nothing wrong with being gay or bi and that you were
bi!'

   'I'm hetero,Jane, and you should know that.  Fuck!  I can't keep my
hands off you.'

   'Thank goodness, lover!  But I also know how you look at pretty boys. 
And Jamie really is pretty....he may be slender but I've seen him at
football and he's got a good body and is really athletic.  Oh!  And that
shy smile and floppy dark hair.  Turns me to jelly!  Anyway!  We got
talking about sex and I said I was lucky as we had an "open marriage" and
met other couples for group sex, other single guys too, and sometimes two
or three girls to give you a treat.  I told him I was bi as well, by the
way.'

   'And?'

   'And the upshot is that he would not say he would have sex with us.....
but did not say no either.  I'm meeting him again in the coffee house next
Saturday.'

   'Fingers crossed!  Hey!  I fancy you from behind this time, darling.  I
love your butt!'



   Saturday!

   The boy must have been watching the coffee bar because the moment Jane
entered he was beside her.

   'There's a good table over there in the corner.  Take my shopping and
grab the table while I get go to the counter.  Same as last week?'

   Jamie watched her as she walked over and ordered.  He decided she had a
wonderful figure, better than any film-star!  Her bum was not big, but it
looked great because of her tiny waist and those tight jeans.  And her
tits.....he was sure they were real as he could see the nipples through the
cotton top.  He put her shopping bag against his chair, and the bag fell
over spilling one or two items.  He picked them up to put them back.  Jeez!
A cellophane packet with flimsies in it: the tag proclaimed "open-crotch
panties".  Jane was leaning on the counter chatting to the lad making their
coffees and Jamie imagined that round, jutting bottom in black open-crotch
panties.  He nearly groaned out loud, and his cock was rigid!

   He put them back in the bag, hidden under a pair of high-heeled shoes.
Jeez!  Black nylon panties and black patent leather shoes....  heels must
be three....  no four or even five-inch stilettos.  Mr Holdswoth was a
kucky guy!

   Jane was on her way back with the tray.

   'Here we are!  '

   Their conversation continued where it had left off before.  It was clear
she wanted him, wanted the boy to come to bed with her and her husband.  He
had never met her "David"; suppose he wanted sex with the boy in return for
lending his wife?  Suppose he was ugly?  Fat!  But a woman like Jane would
not have an ugly husband, surely, and Jane seemed to be saying that David
mostly liked to see another guy fucking his wife, and then either fucking
her himself or fucking the other guy's wife.  Complicated: but she did say
David was bisexual, and he might want to have sex with Jamie if he went
along...  But would that be too bad?  Probably he was fit and handsome.....

   Jamie half-suspected he was bi: he knew he liked girls.  That was
obvious.  But he liked looking at his mates, too, when they showered at
school after sports.  He wished they could shower together after the Sunday
football and cricket in summer.  He thought again momentarily about those
open-crotch knickers and for an instant the image crossed his mind of her
man in them, his cock sticking up from the black nylon.  He suppressed the
idea immediately, but his cock had twitched.  Deep down he KNEW he was
bisexual....

   Jane was saying she knew her girl friends would be jealous she had a
friend as handsome as Jamie, and that they would all want him.

   It might be worth it...  even if it meant sex with her husband too.

   They both made their coffees last, but finally.....

   'What are your plans for today, Jamie?'

   'Nothing really.  walk in the park probably.'

   'I'm the same.  David and I will probably chill out, have some
sandwiches and a couple of beers; he likes to watch the sport on
television, and I quite enjoy it too.  Why not come back with me?'

   There it was.  The invitation!  She wanted him....  for sex.  He could
have that lovely body, beautiful face and hair, and her probably great
skill in bed.  It was his.  All he had to say was yes!

   'What about your David?'

   'I told you, he's cool with it.  He likes to see me having fun and would
probably join in.  But there he is!'

   She waved at him and he came over.  Ugly?  Fat?  No!  he was tall,
handsome in a rugged sort of way, blonde like his wife, and really white
teeth when he smiled, as he did when introduced.  His grip was very firm:
he was clearly a strong guy.

   'I'll get some more.' He cleared up the empties.  'Looks like
cappucinos....?  Same again.'

   Jamie looked at him as he went to the bar.  Her husband moved lightly
for such a big man.  You could see he was fit and athletic......  broad
shoulders and tiny, hard-muscled bum, the triangular torsoe of an
athlete....  probably a swimmer.  Jamie thought he would not mind if David
did fancy him.

   'I'd like to come back to your place this afternoon, Jane.'

   ........................................................................

   Evening at the Waltons.

   Fiona was having her usual post-sex cigar while her husband Jolyon was
still recovering from fucking her, and more to the point having been fucked
by his two sons.

   'I hope we didn't tire them out, darling.  Charles Hapgood is
baby-sitting them tonight and you know how he enjoys the boys.'

   'Don't worry about them, Jolyon.  They're quite grown-up for their age,
and certainly capable of getting it up again for him.'

   'More than I am, Fiona.  I'm fucked!'

   'I know.  I watched!'

   'I mean I'm tired.'

   'I know what you mean, darling.  But I know what will liven you up.  You
remember that lucky chance in the Garden Centre carpark?'

   'Shit yes!  Up to then we'd just played about with the idea.  That was
when it got real.  Never to be forgotten.'

   'I'd tried to let you know that I liked young studs, and that I knew you
quite liked the idea too.  But somehow it never registered.'

   'I thought it was just fantasies, something we both found exciting to
talk about in bed....'

   'It was certainly that, but both of us wanted it, and both of us were
scared to admit it to each other....'

   'Had plenty of boys since then, though.'

   There was a silence as they both recalled vigorous sex with agile
youngsters.

   It had been about five years before, about a year after their marriage.
The twin boys had been born, and it seemed to Jolyon his wife was not as
horny as she had been.  For her part, what with the extra chores of twins
and the lack now of any social life, she was finding sex with Jolyon a bit
"samey".

   It changed that Saturday afternoon.

   What they had gone to the garden centre for was a hedgecutter but what
they left with was a garden table and four chairs, "too cheap to miss". 
The only problem was getting them in the car, a big 4 x 4, but still
awkward.  To make it worse, they forgot to buy the hedgecutter: they had
even chosen it and then clean forgot in the business of buying the patio
furniture.  Jolyon had gone back into the warehouse place, leaving Fiona to
finish stowing the chairs away.

   She was dressed for summer, and it certainly was hot!  She had sweated
into her cotton top, and bra-less her nipples showed clearly through the
damp cloth: it was clear that her shapely breasts needed no bra in any
case. She had ordinary trainers on, and a very short denim skirt: so short
that as she bent over the open hatch of the car you could see her white
satin panties stretched across a lovely, round but trim bottom.  As she
strained to force the last chair in the panties cut into her pussy and the
lips were quite obvious.....obvious to the two young men who had been
preparing to start their motor-bikes.

   The view was too good to miss, and they quietly took their helmets off
and propped the bikes up.  Standing quite close to the black 4 x 4 and
perving those delightful long, tanned legs and the arse to die for.  Shit!
You could even see the shape of her pussy lips, and nice and plump and
welcoming they looked too.  If you looked carefully there was just a wisp
of pubic hair escaping......blonde!

   Fiona was right inside the boot now, trying to move one of the chairs
further in.

   Jolyon returned with his cardboard box of hedgecutter and stood behind
the guys: he could see what they were looking at....  his wife's near-naked
bum and her tight satin panties.  Fuck!  She looked sexy.

   'My wife's putting quite a show on for you, guys!'

   They turned round as if scalded.

   'Sorry mate.  Couldn't resist it.'

   'Don't worry.  Can't say I blame you, and in any case I like guys
looking at my wife.'

   A pause and then he added, almost a whisper, 'And more.'

   'What?  You like guys doing more than just look at your wife?'

   This guy had long black hair and looked quite muscular under his black
leathers.  He had sweated, and there was a scent of male sweat from him. 
Absent-mindedly the guy adjusted his crotch, and it was obvious he had a
hard on.  The other guy was blonde, shorter but just as stocky and
muscular. H did not look quite so greasy-dirty, but he too had a fairly
striking bulge.

   Jolyon found them incredibly sexy, and they probably noticed that he was
hard as well, a little tent at the front of his chino-shorts.

   'If they're strong and young like you two!'

   'You guys talking about me?'

   She extricated herself from the boot, the denim now covering her crotch
again, but the sweat-soaked cotton top being close to transparent and
showing she had really lovely, firm breasts, not big and blousy, but big
enough in contrast with that hour-glass waist.  Her blonde hair was in a
pony-tail making her look younger than she really was......twenty four.

   'They were just saying how sexy you were, darling.  We're Fiona and
Jolyon by the way.'

   'And we're Les and Gaz.  Hi.'

   'And, Les and Gaz, you're dead sexy too.'

   She smiled at them, turned round, pushed at the offending chair, that
miraculously just slid in.

   'There!  Easy as that!'

   She slammed the lid down as if afraid the damned plastic contraptions
would escape again.  She looked at her husband, who gave an imperceptable
nod.

   'Come back to our place and you'll see how sexy I can be.'

   'Great!' Les seemed to be the spokesman for the two.  'But we've got to
wait for our mate Roddy.  He got left behind on the road.  He shouldn't be
long.'

   'Roddy's gay...  at least mostly.'

   'That's ok.  My husband quite likes that idea!'

   'Shit, no, Fiona.'

   'You wait and see, darling.  Is that him?'

   A bike was coming slowly into the carpark, and when he saw his mates
speeded up.

   'Follow us.  It's only ten miles....'



   The three bikers had been a bit intimidated by the country lanes and
then the thatched cottage with horses in the field alongside.  But with
Jolyon opening four bottles of cold beer and Fiona excusing herself 'to get
some of this sweat off' they settled in.

   'You guys want to freshen up too?'

   'You reckon it'll be worth it?'

   'I'm sure it will.'

   The downstairs shower was a "double" but still a bit crowded for the
four naked guys.  Especially as two of them, Roddy and their host, had hard
cocks, and the other two were at least half-hard.

   'Hey!  You can see who's gay!'

   Les laughed and made a lunge for Roddy's cock, looking though at
Jolyon's.

   'Nothing wrong with that!'

   'You three are enough to make a saint hard.....  Fiona's a lucky girl
today.'

   Jolyon turned his back to the youths, making as if to wash the soap from
his chest and his belly, but he made sure he backed up onto Roddy, feeling
the guy's cock rest against his buttocks.  Then Roddy's arms were around
him, grasping cock and balls, his lips on Jolyon's neck.

   Jolyon pushed back on him, feeling the cock slide between his buttocks,
into the crease, knob resting against his anus.  But not penetrating.  Not
yet!

   He laughed, broke away and turned round.  Roddy's cock was cut, and
immediately Jolyon recalled that other circumcised penis, so very long ago.
He had been a tender lad of thirteen when Augustus Hoven, a big, burly
sixth-former, had taken his virginity.  It had hurt at first, but not
later, and the young Jolyon had been back for more and more over the weeks
until Augustus left for university, pestering the youth to fuck him,
arranging places where they could be alone for a few minutes.

   Then he had discovered girls, and Augustus was his first and last real
love until he had met Fiona.  Yes, he had occasional casual anal or oral
sex when the opportunity offered and had often told her if he saw a cute
youth at the beach for example, letting her know he admired young men, but
this was the first time his wife would see him fucked.  And the first time
he would see his wife fucked.

   He smiled at the thought and his cock twitched.

   Roddy caught his eye, smiled too, and mouthed the words...  "On the bed,
sweetie.  I'll give you what you want!"

   Roddy's hairless chest was soooo sexy as he towelled his back dry making
his pecs stand out and his six-pack belly muscles harden.

   All four of them had little towels to wrap around their waists and wait
for the lovely wife.



   Fiona had used the other bathroom, and her preparation included
suspender belt and seamed, glossy stockings.  She suspected sexy lingerie
would turn on these fairly young men, though she certainly did not want to
put on panties or bra.  She knew her tits were near perfect and was proud
of them.  Near-perfect?  No!  Bloody marvellous her husband called them,
firm, as pert as any teenage girl's: she tweaked the nipples so they stood
erect.  And her pussy was good, too: carefully trimmed blonde pubic hair on
her nice, rounded mound, lips waxed clear of all hair and as pink and
smooth as any twelve-year-old's.  She looked at herself in the long mirror
and liked what she saw: her cunt lips were nicely plumped by the thought of
the two studs....  she knew, or guessed that the quiet one was for her
husband....

   She stood in the doorway.

   On the bed Jolyon and the one called Roddy were embracing, arms and legs
entangled, naked bodies pressed together, mouth-to-mouth, The other two....
hers, she thought....  propped against the bed-head pillows, handsome,
hairy bodies, sturdy legs, and eye-catching big, stiff cocks.

   Les praised her as she stood in the doorway, cheesecake pose.

   "You look good enough to eat, darlin'...."

   "Well, eat me then, Les."

   They made room between them for her to sit between them.  Jolyon and
Roddy took no notice, lost in a world of their own.

   She lay on her back, legs wide apart for him as Les grasped her thighs
and lowered his head to her pussy.  She felt him nuzzling her pubic fleece
and then his lips kissing her pussy lips almost chastely.  She reached down
and grasped his head between her hands, her fingers sensing the unfamiliar
feel of close-cropped scalp, sexy in its strange newness for her.  Jeez! 
She wanted these two studs.

   She felt her cunt-lips being pulled apart, and then his open mouth over
her cunt, his tongue starting the familiar licking up and down: he did it
just like her husband, she thought, but as she felt down to his shoulders
they were knotted and more muscular than Jolyon's.  Unfamiliar though was
the feeling of lips nibbling her nipple at the same time as tongue, lips
and now the boy's nose stimulated her pussy.  Hands too, now, fondling and
squeezing her breasts.  She gave a gasp as she felt Les' finger now inside
her vagina, finger fucking her, and a little gasp as his other hand pushed
beneath her and rested in the crease of her buttocks.  His head was bobbing
up and down furiously now, and she gasped when his finger, slick with the
juices running down from her cunt, slid into her anus.

   She came!

   Jolyon was kneeling on the mattress, his hands grasping the iron bars of
the bed-head while Roddy buggered him.

   Fiona looked across at him and giggled to see her macho man submitting
like any teenage girl.  But she had to admit it was a sexy sight, and her
cunt was telling her she needed more.  And more!

   She knelt over Les and took his hard cock in her mouth as she wiggled
her arse at his mate Gaz.

   She let the cock slide from her mouth a moment.

   "Come on.  Gaz.  You know what I want."

   He knew, all right, and she felt his cock enter her with one powerful
thrust.

   Back to the sucking now.

   She had often fantasised this scenario when being fucked by her own man,
imagining having a cock in her mouth and another in her cunt, two
strapping, handsome strangers, and now it was for real.

   The only sounds were the slurping noise as Roddy's cock slid in and out
the now well-opened and lubrictaed arse, the slapping of Gaz's thighs
against her buttocks, and little gobbling noises of her mouth on Les'
prick.

   Until there was a shout from her husband.

   "Fuck!  I'm cumming.  Bloody marvelous.  Oh fuckin ell I'm cumming."

   That triggered Fiona and she came too, silent because her mouth was full
of hard cock.  But Gaz felt the contractions of her vagina and he came as
well, pumping his thick stream deep inside her.

   She knew he had come by the crescendo of thrusts, the jolting power of
the last few, and then the slippery looseness of her cunt as he filled it
with his spunk.

   She was away from Gaz in an instant and astride his mate's now
raging-hard cock, wiping it up and down her cunt crease in the mix of her
cunt-juice and the boy's cum, then raising herself above it, holding it
vertical, lowering herself onto it.

   "Stick yours in my mouth, Gaz....I want to taste."

   She bent down over Les' chest and face and accepted Gaz's half-hard cock
between her lips.  He tasted of her cunt, but also of the last drops of his
cum.  Motionless above Les, she let her tongue flutter up and down the
shaft of Gaz's cock and was rewarded by feeling it stiffen for her.

   "Oh yes!  Gaz.  Now behind me and stick it in my arse.  Now!"

   The other great threesome fantasy.....  to be double plugged.  How often
had she imagined a second cock, up her bottom, as she rode astride
Jolyon's. and here it was for real!

   Only it was a bit more difficult than she had imagined.  There was no
pain....Jolyon had buggered her often enough when she was having her
periods so her arse was well accustomed to that, but she found she could
not easily move up and down on Les.  Never mind!  The feeling of fullness
was good, overwhelming nearly, so she just kissed Les hard on the mouth her
hands in his hair again, while Gaz shagged her arse, cock sliding easily in
and out....  he must have found Jolyon's analsilk!

   Beside her Roddy was on his back now, his legs over Jolyon's shoulder
and it was his turn to be fucked.  She watched for a moment as Roddy wanked
at his cock, and her man shagged him, but then it was back to kissing Les.

   Gaz had his hands under her now, each grasping a tit, squeezing,
caressing, tweaking her nipples.

   Jeez!  she was going to cum!  She never came when being arse-fucked, but
this was different.

   "Harder Gaz.  I'm cumming!  Oh yes!"

   Les felt her lips almost painfully on his now, and the two came
together, Gaz feeling her cunt-spasm through into her arse, and the whole
gross, randy sexuality of the scene bringing him off inside her.

   He pulled out...  shitty cock.  He laughed and went to the bathroom,
leaving Fiona riding Les properly now, and her man shagging Roddy still.

   By the time he came back they were all four finished, and Fiona went to
get some beers for the men and a glass of wine for herself.

   And that was that....  but a bridge had been crossed for the couple.





   Young and old at the Hapgoods

   Minutes after Mickey and Beth had cum the three were laying on the bed:
Mickey was in the middle as it happened, although one might expect that
position of honour to be taken by the girl.  The two children had both cum,
but not Terry yet.  Mickey, though, still had a hard cock: not as big as
his daddy's of course but still a promising five inches the girl guessed.

   To show Terry he was not forgotten she kissed his open mouth and tasted
Mickey's cum.  But it was her classmate she wanted first, wanted most. 
This would be a real conquest, and who does not like a new partner: she had
been fucked often enough by the boy's daddy but never by the boy.  Not yet!


   'You've got a lovely figure, Beth, and I love the way you are golden not
white.  And your nipples are brown: my Sis has pink nipples and white
tits.'

   'My Mum was Spanish and came here as a baby: I've got her mediterranean
colouring.  And hair......do you fuck your sis?'

   'All the time!  She loves it.'

   'So do I.  Come on.  You're still hard.  Fuck me, Mickey!'

   'Jeez.  You really like it that way: my sis says it doesn't rub right!'

   Beth had knelt with her bum in the air.  But she had also positioned
herself on the bed so her head was resting on Terry's belly, a gratifyingly
hard cushion, not quite six-pack but not far off!  And his lovely big cock
was leaking drops of clear pre-cum.  Beth loved precum....  almost as much
as she liked the richer cream of real cum.  She would be able to lick the
man's knob, to hold his lovely big balls while her classmate fucked her.

   'You can spank me a bit if you want.  I like it when my daddy does
that!'

   Terry watched and listened as his son fucked the pretty little girl. 
she was being especially nice to him, sucking his cock and gripping it hard
to make sure he didn't cum.  Above the squelching sounds of cock in vagina,
the slapping of thighs against bum, the louder but intermittent sound of
spanking, he could hear her whispers.

   'As soon as he's cum, shove your big cock right into me hard.  I'm
cumming now, but you'll give me a bigger one I know.  I just love the way
your cock stretches me, fills me, and really rubs me just right.  Fuck! 
I'm coming now.  Fuck me hard, Mickey, spank my bum.  Oh yes, like that. 
Fill me.  I want to feel you cum.  Oh yes!  Like that.  I can feel you
coming.  and me...  Oh , ooooooh!'

   Rather roughly Terry pulled his son off, knelt behind the girl and withy
a great thrust brutally rammed his cock into her cunt, lubricated now by
her own juices, yes, but also the thin cream of his son's cum.

   She squealed.  Her first orgasm had not yet died away and the next was
beginning....





   Catechism Class.

   Father Burnelli always had the full attention of the children he
introduced to the Mysteries of The Church....  less because of the
theological lessons, much more because they were all, eventually, aware of
the overwhelming physical attraction of the alpha male!

   This Thursday there were only four children, and he wound it up early.

   Oliver and Mary, stay behind for a bit, please.  Your mummy will collect
you later.  Horace and Diana, Diana's daddy will collect you when you call
him.  I suggest you wait for him in the old vestry: it's warmer in there
than in the church and you won't be disturbed.

   Horace smiled knowingly at the girl, who quickly winked back at him. 
The Priest intercepted the glances and it confirmed the two would have sex
before phoning, and if he knew anything about parents, after as well.

   Oliver and Mary were new children: their parents, Mr and Mrs Silvester
had just joined the parish, and more to the point the baby-sitting circle.
The children were both used to sex at home....  though it remained to be
seen how far their education had progressed!

   The Priest herded the brother and sister through the door at the back of
the classroom, and they were astounded to find themselves in a bedroom
almost feminine in its satin and velvet luxury.  It was lovely and warm,
too.

   They stood there looking at the huge figure of the man, the girl with
her hands clasped in front of her, the absolute figure of innocence, the
boy more nonchalent outwardly with his hands in his pockets.  However his
true feelings could be read by the shy smile on his face.  Father Burnelli
guessed the boy's heart was beating in anticipation of what was to come:
the bedroom was obviously a surprise, but also a promise of sorts!

   Lord!  But they were pretty, both with raven black hair, his flopping
over his brow, hers in a pony-tail to her shoulders, and both with angelic,
oval, golden faces.  He could not wait to see them naked, their lovely
slender bodies, golden-hued.....

   He kicked his shoes off.

   'Put my shoes in that cupboard, please, Oliver.'

   Now his heavy black soutane.  Often he wore nothing beneath his cassock,
liking to feel his balls hanging free and giving his cock full rein to
stiffen as it so often did, But knowing what he had planned for this
evening he had put on tight high-cut underpants, enough to hide his cock
and not alarm the children, small enough to give them an idea of his adult
size....  though both had seen their daddy's often enough apparently.

   The children were not completely surprised.....  daddy often undressed
in front of them, and they had been told by mummy that Father Burnelli
might want to play with them "like daddy and mummy do", and those family
games always involved getting naked.

   But he did not want them to undress yet, it seemed, just to both sit on
his lap in the huge, velvet-covered armchair.

   Oliver was on his muscular thigh, but his sister was really in his lap
and could feel his cock hard against her bottom.  She thought she would
like to feel it against her naked flesh, but this was ok through her light
dress.  And he had his hand comfortably on her breast, which was nice.

   In fact Father Burnelli had one arm around the girl who had nestled her
pony tail against his broad shoulder, while his hand rested lightly on
Oliver's crotch, satisfactorily hard already.  Now he could start the real,
more interesting catechism.

   'She's very beautiful, your sister, and she's got lovely breasts.' He
gave a gentle squeeze to emphasise the comment to the girl as well.  'I
hope you've learned to fuck her....?'

   'Oh yes, Father.  We've been fucking for ages now, and sucking too.'

   'Good.  I'm so glad to hear that.  It's such a shame when children waste
all those years when they could be learning to enjoy.  And, Mary, your
daddy fucks you too I'm told.'

   'Oh yes, Father.  He does me often, though not as often as he fucks
mummy.'

   'You see him fucking your mummy?'

   'If he does it downstairs, or if we're all in bed together like Sunday
afternoons.  I like that most.  I like to suck him as well....  he has more
cream than Oliver....'

   'Daddy says I'll have more cum when I get a bit older.  Anyway, mummy
likes to be sucked too, and she says I do it better than you or daddy.  So
there!'

   Father Burnelli had his hand up the boy's shorts now and was pleased to
find a hard little cock nestling under his tight underpants.  He still
caressed Mary's tits, though he was tempted to slip his hand up her skirt
instead.  What a choice!  Pert tits or teen pussy?

   Your mummy and daddy came to see me last week.  They want you to learn
to enjoy fun with other grown-ups too.  Did you know that?'

   The boy answered.

   'That's because if we do then they will be able to fuck and suck the
other grown-ups' children in return.'

   The girl giggled.  The priest's cock twitched.  The girl, probably
feeling it, wriggled her little bottom.

   'I think you're right, Oliver, but if you think about it you and Mary
would get other boys and girls too.  How about that?'

   'Cool!'

   'I'd like it too.  I can feel you all knobbly under me, Father.  Aren't
I a bit heavy sitting there?'

   Father Burnelli disengaged, stood up in front of the two children, and
quickly pulled his tight underpants down and off.  His cock stood hard,
erect, slightly curved inward, near purple circumcised knob, a drop of
precum in its eye.

   Both childeren looked at it as if hypnotised.  Then Mary smiled and
reached forward for it.

   'I don't think you're as big as daddy, or not quite at any rate.'

   'Yes it is!'

   That was Oliver.

   'Does your daddy fuck you, Oliver?'

   'Oh yes!  I didn't like it at first but I do now.  I think you have to
learn.'

   'I think you're right, and I'm glad you've been well taught.  So you
suck your mummy and daddy, fuck your mummy, and are fucked by your daddy,
and like the idea of meeting other grown-ups for a bit more?'

   'That's the "baby-sitting" isn't it?'

   'That's right.  What about you, Mary?  I know your daddy fucks you too
because your mummy told me.  Do you like it?'

   'Of course!' She thought it a silly question....as if a girl would not
like her daddy to love her!  'And he sucks me too, and I suck him.  And
mummy....'

   'You're a very loving family.....Now undress and show me how good you
are at fucking.  What's your favourite position, Mary?'

   She thought for a moment as she kicked her shoes off and lifted her
dress up over her head.  She was wearing satin panties....  her very best
lingerie because mummy had told her Father Burnelli would want to see her
in them.  Her breasts were every bit as shapely and firm as he had guessed,
her bum was still more boyish than feminine, rounded, soft, smooth and with
the white satin stretched across the buttocks and tight into her crotch, so
the shape of her cunt-lips was moulded into the fabric.  The dazzling white
satin contrasted with the honey-gold of her Goan colouring.

   The boy was wearing tight white y-fronts under his shorts, and his hard
cock lay diagonally across them, as clearly outlined in the cotton as his
sister's cunt was in her silk.

   'Everything, children, and then show me what you've learned.'

   Mary had completely hairless cunt-lips and mons, which meant, because
she was thirteen, her mother had shown her how to wax: it was too soft and
smooth to have merely been shaved.  Her cunt-lips were slightly swollen
suggesting she was a bit excited, but still closed, no clit peeping out. 
The boy's cock was a darker shade than his golden body, and looked as if he
had been circumcised.  Either that or he had a short foreskin, because his
straight shaft was topped by a near-purple helmet, and the whole looked as
if it was about five inches tall.....  big for a twelve year old.  The boy
had a tiny triangle of fine black hair, and a bottom that jutted as much,
if not more than his sister's.

   They were bodies to die for!  Father Burnelli licked his lips,
absent-mindedly though.

   'I like it this way.

   She lay in the arm-chair, legs wide open, her bum resting on a cushion.'

   The boy knelt and had a quick lick at her pussy, opening the lips with
both hands.

   And then, laying on top of her the boy was in her, her legs crossed over
his back, her arms around his shoulders hugging him close.  But not so
close he could not move his hips and Father Burnelli watched as they fucked
freneticly, almost desperately.

   The boy felt the man's hand on his bottom and ignored it.  Then both
hands, and his arse cheeks pulled open.  Still he fucked on.  Then the
man's cheek was rough against the silky cleavage of his bum and he knew
Father Burnelli was going to lick his arse-hole, like daddy did.  Sure
enough, the tongue, penetrating and retreating with each of the boy's
thrusts.

   Tongue in the boy's bum, he decided to try to get at the girl's tits. 
Ah!  Yes!  He could just get his hand between the children and find that
firm flesh.  His own cock was now demanding.  Not long!

   The feel of a hand on her breast tipped her over and she shouted her joy
as she came.  That was enough to release her brother who came as well, even
noisier.

   Now Father Burnelli wanted some.  The girl first.  She had cum so he
could take her from behind, his favourite position with boys as well.  He
pulled the boy off, kissed him on the lips and told him he was a great
fucker and his sister was lucky to have a brother as good at it as him.

   'And you are brilliant at it too my little golden angel: kneel down for
me.'

   'Are you going to fuck my pussy or my arse, Father.'

   'Your sweet pussy, angel.'

   His mobile rang luckily just as the two new lovers had finished, and the
priest got up from the bed to answer it.  The two children's eyes followed
his muscular figure and half-hard cock.

   'Yes!.....  Your delightful children and I have been entertaining each
other......  through the church and there's a little door on the left.....
through that and then the door at the back of the new vestry......come
straight in.'

   'That was your mummy.  She's come to collect you.'

   He could see the disappointment on the childrens' faces.

   'Never mind.  You can come here again after next week's class and we can
play some more.'

   They cheered up as he went over to the wash-basin, ran some water and
rinsed his cock.

   Mrs Sylvester took him at his word and just opened the door, stopping
startled and momentarily stopped in her tracks by the sight of his muscular
back and naked hairy bum at the sink.  He turned round, drying his cock and
balls with a small towel that he then threw into the sink.

   'Ah, Mrs Silvester.  Welcome to my home from home.'

   She shut the door behind her and had taken a couple or so steps into the
room when this huge, naked male was holding her hand, standing close to
her. Her eyes were on him, but she had taken in her two naked and smiling
kids on the large bed.

   'They are truly delightful children, Mrs Silvester, and so eager, so
talented, so happy to please, a real credit to you.'

   'Thank you, father.  My husband of course should share any credit.....'

   'And Mary,' he placed his hands on the woman's shoulders, 'She is so
lucky to take after her beautiful mother.  May I?'

   He pulled her into him and fastened his lips on hers.  She could feel
both his hands on her bottom, sliding on the layers of silk of her sari. 
Her clit had already woken up as he walked towards her, and now the force
of his presence, his open mouth on hers, his hands, the power of his
embrace, and the feeling of his cock stiffening against her body, all this
made her clit hard and started her juices to flow.

   He felt the change in her, the softening of her body under his hands,
her leaning into him, her tongue in his mouth, her hands kneading his
buttock and his shoulder.

   'I have never learned how to take a sari off a beautiful woman.'

   She giggled, a strange sound from such a dignified and stately woman.

   'Then I'd better teach you, Father.'

   Beneath the long cloth she was wearing what can only be called
provocative lingerie.  Her bra was small and lacy, showing her nipples
clearly and suggesting it was worn for decoration not support as her small
tits looked shapely and firm.  The matching knickers were full, gold satin
with black lace trim, tight over a small, round, slightly jutting bottom.
It looked broader than it really was because she had a tiny waist and
slender legs.  Altogether a grown-up version of her daughter.

   They kissed again, this time with his hand on her satin-clad pussy,
her's on his naked, stiff cock.

   'Make room for us on the bed children.'

   Mary and Oliver shuffled to each side, leaving the centre for their
mother and their priest.

   Father Burnelli had a bit of a fetish for sexy lingerie: he so seldom
had a chance to play with these lovely toys.  So often his sex partners
were little boys in white y-fronts, or little girls with their cotton
knickers and trainer bras.  He felt the warmth, the firmness of her breast
through the entrancing lace, making her nipple erect between his finger and
thumb.  And her lovely bum with the gold satin stretched tight across it,
her crotch, damp now in it's silky pouch.  Lovely!

   'I do love your lingerie, Mrs Silvester: since I was a boy I have
imagined women in their underwear and found that so stimulating.'

   'I hope you found the real thing as a boy too...'

   'Yes.  I was one of the lucky ones like your two children, and had women
and men to make love to me, as well as my brother and sisters.  But I think
it's time to take this bra off and feel the real silkiness of your
breasts.'

   The bra had a clasp at the front, so it was easy to undo, and she
slipped the flimsy lace over her shoulders.

   His lips were on her nipple now and she was slightly amused at the way
this big, macho male, like her husband, reverted to babyhood as soon as a
nice, firm female breast was exposed, suckling like an infant.  But she
also loved that extra tingling feeling in her cunt she always got when her
breast was sucked.

   Careful not to disturb him she raised her bum and Oliver helped her take
her panties off.  Out of the side of his eye Father Burnelli could see she
had naked pubes....  so smooth she must have either waxed them very
recently or more probably had a permanent job done.  He felt the silkiness
there, and slid his finger between the lips: lovely and juicy.

   Mrs Silvester had only ever sucked her husband's prick (and Oliver's of
course, but that hardly counted).  Both her man and her son had
uncircumcised cocks and this was the first "cut" knob she had ever seen. 
It was fascinating, almost pretty, so tidy and un-cluttered, and so
helmet-like, red and flaming at the end of his veiny, hairy cock.  It just
begged to be sucked, so she did.

   For her it was both familiar and strange.  Familiar the silky feel of
the skin of the cock as she ran her tongue over it and the steely hardness
as it forced in and out of her lips.  But strange the pubic hair, coarser
and less fine than her husband's, and especially the absence of foreskin.
She loved slipping her tongue between knob and foreskin, but this knob was
just as sexy in a different way.

   And now Father Burnelli was sucking her clit, sticking his tongue in her
vagina, both of which she loved.  She would cum soon if he did that, and
especially quickly if he kept on tap-tapping at her anus.

   As for Father Burnelli, he was well-used to licking and sucking hairless
pussies: after all most of his sex was with young teenagers, even
pre-teens....  but these cunt lips were full and plump and very, very sexy.
And she was juicy too.
Mrs Silvester gasped as she realised her son Oliver was now sucking at

her breast.  It was too much.  She came with a series of gutteral grunts.

   This was the cue for her clerical lover who was around in a trice, on
top of her, and rubbing his cock twice up and down that juicy crack before
pushing and feeling the delightful pressure of her vagina round his knob
and then the full shaft as he sank into her till his hairy belly rested on
her smooth.  She gave a gratifying sigh of pleasure and her eyes were
sparkling.  He kissed her, open mouth and started to fuck, his cock sliding
in and out so easily.  She was really aroused, he thought.

   Beside them Mary was giggling and laying with her legs open, and more to
the point stretching her cunt lips apart.

   Oliver clambered over the adult couple, lay on top of his sister, kissed
her and started to fuck her too.

   Father Burnelli had already spurted spunk into Mary's female pussy and
Oliver's male cunt so he was in no danger of coming too soon despite the
sexy body he was enjoying.  He was free to use the full range of his
technique alternating slow, powerful thrusts with rapid jerky pokes into
her, building her excitement.  She now had her legs around his bum, her
arms around his back, her open mouth glued to his, and was close to
cumming. Putting his full weight on her he freed up one of his hands.... 
he had been supporting himself on his elbows.....  and managed to get hold
of one breast.  As he squeezed it he gave her a burst of rapid fire thrusts
and she came, her finger nails digging into his back, stifled moans and
grunts escaping from the stifling of his mouth on hers.

   Mary must have found that exciting, seeing and hearing her mother cum
with a man who was not their daddy, and she came too, much more noisily
than her mother.  Her girlish squeals must have penetrated to the church,
surely?

   Father Burnelli had not finished....  nowhere near!

   He waited, feeling the contractions of her cunt on his cock, and just as
these were dying away turned the two of them on their sides so he was now
enjoying her golden back and bottom.  But not in her arsehole.....  his
cock had never left her pussy.  The same again, mixture of long and slow
and fast and staccato.

   The children had finished for now.

   He pulled her over partly on top of him so her cunt lips were visible.

   'Oliver, rub your mummy's clitoris while I fuck her....'

   The boy clambered over them again and did better than that.  Yes he
rubbed her clit, but he also kissed and licked, enjoying the closeness of
the Priest's cock to his lips as it slid in and out.

   Mary climbed over too, and now she was kissing one of her mummy's
breasts, nibbling the nipple.  She loved it when daddy did this to her, and
it was almost enough to make her cum even without his fingers or his cock
up her cunt, so she knew mummy would like it too.

   And she did, cumming again and noisily this time.  Where did a
respectable Goan lady learn those words?  Tut!  Tut!

   But Father Burnelli still had not done.  Tipping the children out of the
way he hauled her into a kneeling position, his arms around her, under her
waist.  His cock never left her cunt and she was still in her second orgasm
when he started fucking her as hard as his athletic body knew how, smashing
his thighs into that rounded, golden bum.  Her Oohs!  and Aaahs!  and
expletives, mostly in heavily accented English never stopped now as she
went into a sequence of multiple orgasms.

   Oliver managed to get his hand under them and was dabbling around his
mother's clit and cunt-crack, sometimes feeling the cock as it rammed her.

   She came, came again, and again.

   Finally...

   'Please, Father, please I can't take any more.  Oh I'm cumming again! 
Please stop now....'

   Ever the gentleman, Father Burnelli rested his cock in her vagina, which
felt as if he had stuck it in a barrel of eels.

   She fell over sideways and his cock was out of her, glistening and
twitching.

   'Kneel for me Mary!'

   'Oh yes!'

   Her bottom was the same rich, golden brown as her mother's, but slimmer,
less broad, not with the angularity of the young male but not yet with the
completely rounded plumpness of the adult woman.  But her waist was just as
tiny in proportion as her mother's had been, and her cunt just as juicy. 
She wriggled it appreciatively, looking over her shoulder, her long black
hair draped over a flawless back, her eyes shining, her happy face smiling.


   He wiped his cock up and down her crease a few times.....  it was wet
from her fucking and still filled with the spunk he had pumped into her
before.  So his wide-flaring knob popped easily into her, followed by the
whole shaft till his white, hairy thighs rested on her silky, brown
buttocks.

   He reached under her to find a firm little breast: he would use this to
guide her body, and to increase his own pleasure in teenage flesh.

   Oliver already had his hand under them as the knelt and was fingering
his sister's clit, though it may be he was just as interested in that new
adult cock as it slid easily in and out.

   She was tight, and her cunt vigorous and well-muscled, able to grip an
erect cock but also able to allow it to penetrate.

   Father Burnelli was no longer worried about the thirteen year old girl's
ability to withstand a fierce shagging: obviously her father had trained
her well.  Withstand it?  Quite the opposite.  She wanted it, needed it,
loved it!  And let her fucker know as he fondled her breast and stroked her
bum, his stiff prick shagging her at least as hard as he had taken her
mother.  And she let the others know how good it was, telling him how well
he was doing it, telling Oliver how well he was fingering her clit.

   Mrs Silvester, literally shagged out, sat propped against the bed-head,
legs open but not even fingering her cunt.  she had had enough, but still
had an interest and pride in watching her accomplished daughter
accomodating ths big, muscular, broad-knobbed male.

   Mary also let the world know when she came....  obviously an
earth-shattering orgasm, the cumulative effect of so much sex that evening.
Father Burnelli was surprised not at her grunts, moans and squeals of
pleasure, but certainly at the swearing and exhortation to even greater
efforts.  He realised with some amusements that she had learned that from
her randy mother.

   He shagged her quietly while her orgasm died away and then.....

   'Pillow under your arse for me for me now, Oliver!'

   The boy leaped up and was in position in seconds, eager for another
session.

   Now Mrs Silvester's hand strayed down to her clit again: she loved
watching her son shagged by her husband, and seeing him taken by another
man would be a treat, a special treat in the knowledge that it was a Man Of
The Church.  Her cunt was wide open, scarlet and gleaming, and one hand had
two fingers in her vagina while the other pulled, finger and thumb, at her
clit.

   Father Burnelli spread the boy's legs.  Resting on the pillow his hips
were raised, and with it his anus winked at the priest, a little brown
flower in a meadow of golden flesh.  He knelt and licked it, penetrating
with the tip of his pointed tongue.  The tube of lubricant was under
another pillow....  always kept handy....  and he wiped some in the boy's
arse crease, a bit too on his finger inside the anal sphincter.  The
residue he wiped on his own cock still slick from the mother's wetness and
his own pre-cum.

   A moment to admire the boy's slender hips and rounded, still partly
childish bum, the dark brown anus tight closed but glistening with lube,
and then the insertion, no gentle push this, but a powerful thrust, cock
deep in one moevement till his thighs rested on smooth buttocks.  The boy
must have been fucked a lot to take a moment like that without any pain,
Father Burnelli thought.  Clearly Mr silvester was a virile guy able to
satisfy two children and his randy wife.  He made a mental note to invite
the whole family, all four of them, to dinner soon with an overnight stay.

   But now he was shagging the boy, his arse slapping and perhaps echoing
into the church, his balls swinging with each thrust.

   The woman had recovered and was feeling horny again watching the
Priest's hairy, muscular buttocks clench and open as he fucked her son. 
Little Mary was watching too, masturbating away happily, one hand on her
breasts the other rubbing her clitoris.

   Mrs Silvester saw an opening....  the boy was kneeling now so he could
lean back into each insertion and this left a gap under his belly, the
pillow now pushed away.  She could just about get her head under there,
close up to that cock thrashing in and out, and touching the boy's hard
little cock.  She could smell the scent of punctured anus, and that always
made her even hornier.  She closed her mouth around her son's cock and
sucked on it.  She could not move her head, but she could flutter her
tongue up and down the shaft.

   She gave a little gasp as she felt a tongue on her cunt, lips nibbling
her clit.  Her daughter did not want to be left out and was sucking her
mummy off!

   What a happy, close-knit family, Father Burnelli thought.  But then the
boy shouted he was cumming, and that was the Priest's cue to unload his
pent-up orgasm deep inside the boy's still-tight bottom.  The mother had
her reward too, a stream of thin boy-juice, and her own orgasm.

   .....................................................................

   Mrs Silvester had left clutching the list of baby-sitting circle
members' addresses, telephones and emails: the adults, and the children
with their ages.  Also the twenty tickets each new member got, plus another
four for those earned by her children that afternoon.

   Father Burnelli sent out the usual emails announcing the arrival of a
new family of participants.  He smiled.  Their social life was going to be
hectic for a week or two.  Everyone, male and female, liked new flesh.....

   FIN for now