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 Two Happy Families (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mf, Mm, fm, mm.

   The kids were all fed, in bed and now his time was his own.

   Roger logged into the chat site he had been using increasingly since
Muriel had left him.  "Single Dads" it was called, and that exactly
described it.  Even in this city there were dozens of others exactly like
him, left with children to bring up alone.  Muriel had returned to work
when the twin boys reached school age: she had told him a year ago that she
wanted to marry her boss, and the divorce had been finalised an few months
after.  The twins, Donny and Mark, were now ten and their sister, Trish,
just thirteen.

   He had his own business so it was always possible to adapt his working
patterns to the needs of school holidays etc, with the help of childminders
from time to time.  Luckily the divorce settlement had been generous.... 
Muriel was not vindictive and her new husband was mega-rich (as well as
being younger!)....  so being a single parent was not too onerous.  His
business was growing nicely so there were no money worries.

   "Single Dads" was part of that process of adapting.  In particular a guy
called Harvey was in almost the same situation as him, only with two
children, again a boy of ten and a girl of thirteen.  Harvey was his own
boss too, and they were able to help each other with encouragement and
advice.  He had never met the guy, but his photo on the chat-site was of a
man about Roger's age, mid thirties, educated and articulate, fit like
Roger, and probably much more handsome!

   Harvey was online.

   The chat turned to whether they should find another woman to be a mother
to the kids.  They had talked about this before, joshing each other about
the girls who would be eager to have them even with their burden of another
woman's offspring ....penthouse flats and no money problems!

   Both were of the opinion that "once bitten twice shy".  Both now
considered women to be manipulative, cunning and fundamentally disloyal.

   'So it's Mrs Palm and her five little daughters, eh, Roger?'

   'Fraid so, Harvey.  Wanking like a teenager...  every night and
morning.'

   'Me too.  I use online porn.'

   'I like porn stories more than images or film.'

   'I like both, and especially images and film....'

   'I wouldn't know where to look.'

   'I could tell you, Roger, but first you would need to anonymise your
laptop.'

   '???'

   'The law is getting very tough on some images of sex and they are quite
artful at finding people who access those sites.  The ones they have
criminalised are, sadly, the very ones that turn me on most!  It's got
dangerous: take it from me.  I know!  So to be safe I can make my computer
look as if it's in South Korea: can't afford in my job being caught looking
at porn.  Do you skype?'

   'Yes.'

   'Let's skype then.  I get fed up with all this typing.'

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

   'OK Roger, write down these instructions and then when you've set your
laptop up, come back on skype.'

   'OK.'

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

   It hadn't been too difficult, and now the computer seemed to be in
Russia apparently.  It might have been just a bit slower but with the new
high-speed broadband which was one of the perks of living right in the
centre of the city that was not noticeable.

   Harvey was stripped to the waist.  Roger thought he had a handsome,
manly chest to go with that rugged, strong face.

   'Hi again.  I think it's done.  I decided to make my desk-top computer
anonymous and leave my portable laptop as it is.  I'm skyping on the
laptop.

   'I'm about to go to bed, Roger.  Difficult negotiation tomorrow and I
need my beauty sleep.  The site I mentioned, type it in as I say it.'

   'OK.'

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

   The site was free but had stacks of popups and links to sites that were
certainly not free, many of them looking downright illegal.

   As was this one!

   It was amazing.  The site was for lovers of children.  Of course Roger
had heard about these and he was so glad his PC was in Russia!  So these
were the images Harvey found especially stimulating: well, everyone to his
own!  Roger was quite liberal in his views on sex, and did not believe in
banning much at all.

   There were several sections, and he started at the first, which was just
photographs of teenage and pre-teen boys and girls.  Roger had never
considered himself bisexual and his love-life with Muriel had been
passionate and no-hold-barred, especially when he used his pills and she
the special cream for her clit.  Her leaving him was not because the sex
was not good, but probably because he had been obsessed by his growing
business: at least that is what she said.  Ironicly since she had gone and
he had to bring up a family he had found a more sensible work-home ratio.
Too late now!
At first he had missed those all-night love-ins, making her moan with
pleasure.  She had a wonderful figure, even in her thirties, even after two
pregnancies the second with twins, and he felt lost for several months,
unwilling to pay for sex from one of the tarts of whom there were plenty in
the city, and equally unwilling to start any sort of relationship with the

young women he often met in his business.

   He was not tempted to try gay sex: though sometimes he found a man
attractive, especially some of the new graduates and young interns his
company employed....

   Teenage and pre-teen children were absolutely below his radar!  Like
most boys who had been sent to "good schools" he had had some teenage sex
with classmates...  wanking mostly and just the occasional experiments into
the world of caresses.  KIssing, oral sex, anal penetration never!  And
until he found, or rather had been pointed in the direction of this site by
Harvey he had totally forgotten those teenage forays!

   So he was what used to be called "a confirmed bachelor", masturbating
for relief as much as pleasure, and not really interested in either women
or men.  His wanking fantasies, the online stories he read, could involve
either.....

   They would still be friends, Muriel and himself, if they ever met... 
but with her in Rio now that was hardly likely!  They had exchanged
Christmas cards a couple of months ago and she had not even asked after the
children.

   He scrolled through a dozen images of naked, smiling boys and girls,
sometimes singly, sometimes couples (brother and sister he wondered??)
holding hands.  He stopped at one of two boys, one blonde, one brunette
like his own kids, both very good-looking, both about the same age as his
twins, and both with hard little cocks.

   He zoomed in on the cocks.  He was surprised to find that his cock was
standing....  surely not pre-teen boys?  How could that be sexy?  Why, they
were no different from his own lads....

   He zoomed out again so he could look at their smooth, slender,
sun-tanned bodies.  Surely even though they were beautiful (just as
Michaelangelo's David is beautiful), bthey were not sexy?

   But his cock told him they were, and he just had to wank, had to, no
choice!  Not to get spunk on his clothes he stripped, as he always did to
masturbate and sat again looking at the screen and stroking his cock.

   Lord!  But they were lovely with their smooth, summer bodies, chests
hairless with little nipples, slightly rounded bellies and hairless cocks
and ball-sacks.  One of then was half sideways-on and he had the cutest
little bubble butt.  He knew some of his school-mates, so long ago, often
played about with each other, but he seldom had and always in the most
hurried, fleeting manner, scarcely more than a quick wank off really.  His
reluctance was a mixture of prudishness....  his parents had been "Churchy"
people, and timidity .....  he was quite a bit younger than the other boys
in his class as his flair for mathematics had made the school promote him a
year.  What he had missed!  These boys were sexy, and you could see from
the look in their eyes, let alone those erect little cocks, that they were
horny and up for it.  Jeez!  He must have been bisexual all these years! 
These boys sexy?  He suspected all boys were both sexy and randy.

   His hand stroked faster and faster as his mind started to fantasise
kissing those full lips, stroking that cute bottom, sucking those cocks,
even sliding his cock into.....fucking hell!  He was coming.

   'What are you doing, Daddy?'

   In horror he turned round and as he did so a great stream of white cum
arched into the air to splatter on the wood-block floor.  It was Donny. 
Shit!  The boy had been watching, had seen him wank, had seen the PC screen
with its image of pre-teen boys....

   'I saw you, Daddy.  What were you doing?  What is that white stuff?'

   The evidence was in pools on the floor, dripping from his hand as well,
dripping from his cock.

   It was time to answer some questions, perhaps not the ideal situation to
start sex education, but no choice.  He gulped, hesitated, and then waded
in.

   'It's called jerking off, Donny.  All grown-up men do it and nearly all
boys.'

   Donny really did look cute with his wide, amazed eyes, his naked chest
and his pyjama bottoms tented by what was obviously an erect cock.

   'You could do it if you want to: I can see you've got a boner.'

   'Why?'

   'Because it feels good.  Try it.  Rub your cock.'

   The boy undid the cord on his pyjamas and let them fall to his ankles.
Despite having just cum Roger could see his son was at least as sexy as the
two boys on the screen, and even dared to let that thought linger in his
mind as the boy rubbed his cocklet between thumb and forefinger.

   'You want to skin the foreskin back I think.  Here, I'll do it....'

   Another step on the road to ruin....  or perhaps paradise....  he held
the boy's cock and released the little pink knob.  Now he rubbed it
himself.

   'How does that feel?'

   'Sort of tingly....  Oh, stop, Daddy!  I'm going to piss.'

   Roger rubbed even faster and fondled the boy's tight, hairless ball-sack
with his free hand.

   'Oh, Daddy!  Oh, Oh!  Ooooooooh!.'

   It was a dry orgasm of course, but a good one.

   'OK.'

   'Oh yes, Daddy.  That was the best feeling ever, the bestest!  But I
didn't make any white stuff.'

   'That's called semen, Donny, though cum is a nicer word I think.  If any
of that gets into a girl, like Trish, then she gets pregnant.  That's how
babies are made.  But you have to be more grown-up before you make it in
here'....  He gently squeezed the boy's balls, still cupped in his hand.

   'Can we do it again, Daddy: it was so good.'

   'You can do it for yourself now, Donny.  But go to bed: it's very late.
I'm tired.'

   The boy kissed his Daddy chastely and went out carrying his pyjamas.  He
still had a hard cock, and his bottom was breath-takingly beautiful.  Those
pictures on screen had certainly awoken something in the man, sensitized
him to the beauty of boys....

   Roger sat with his head in his hands.  He had a lot to think about!  He
logged off and shut the laptop.

   After a few minutes he went to the bed, under the window in the same
room as his desk.  He just had to!  He jerked off yet again, mind filled
with fantasies of willing, naked boys.....shamefully his twins among them.
Then he was asleep in moments.

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

   Donny, however, wanted to try out the new feeling again and because his
brother was a light sleeper went into the bathroom.

   He stood looking at himself in the long mirror, watching as his left
hand flew up and down his cock, his right cupping his balls just like his
Daddy had.

   He could not help the moan of pleasure that escaped his lips when his
second orgasm shook his body.

   Trish had woken a few minutes before and lain in the bed thinking about
her boy-friend Matt: she had been right to tell him to shove off.  He was a
great lover with a smashing cock, but an arrogant pig, a real male
chauvenist.  And he was too bloody rough, especially when he wanted to shag
her mouth.  Plenty of fish in the ocean, and she knew she was a very foxy
girl: lots of boys were after her!
She felt her tits.  They were growing nicely, and one day they would be
as good as her mother's had been.  Daddy had destroyed all the photos, but
Trish had found one on the floor of the wardrobe: her mother was wearing a
bikini but Trish could see she had a lovely figure.  Her own nipples were
erect now, and the feeling of pleasure communicating itself to her clit. 

She wanted to cum!

   Since she had found the pot of cream she had been using it to make
herself hornier and her orgasms more powerful.  She was going to wank, so
she got up, went to the wardrobe where she hid the pot, and the pills that
were the male equivalent, and spread a very thin layer of the ointment over
her clitoris, just a dab really as it was precious, though she thought she
knew how to buy more on-line with a bit of cunning.

   It tingled as usual, but she knew it would be five minutes before that
delicious feeling inside her vagina as well.  Time for a quick piss, and
then back to bed.

   The light was on in the bathroom, but the boys often forgot to turn it
off.  She pushed the door open.....  and there was Donny!

   It was sexy!  The boy was just in the middle of cumming, his little hand
flying up and down his cock as he looked at himself in the mirror.  He
moaned.  She shut the door behind her and he heard the click of the latch,
turning round.

   'What are you doing, Donny?'

   Shock horror!

   'I was just.....' he couldn't think of anything else to say, but blushed
scarlet, as only a blonde really can.

   'I can see what you were doing!  You were jerking off.'

   She leaned back against the cupboard where towels were kept, pushed her
belly forward, legs apart.  Donny watched amazed as she parted her hairless
cunt-lips exposing the bright scarlet inner lips and her busy finger
started to rub, press, squeeze and tease her clitoris.

   'Girls do it too, Donny.'

   Donny watched fascinated: he had never seen his sister's "front-bottom"
as daddy called it, and thought it looked so much prettier than his or
Mark's willies.  His daddy's was another matter altogether: no-one could
call it pretty in any way, but it was magnificent and manly.  He had been
thinking about daddy's cock and balls while jerking off and it seemed to
add to the rush of pleasure to fantasise like that.

   Her hand went faster and faster, and then he could see by the way her
legs flexed and the little gasping moan he heard that she had cum, just as
he had.

   'You came too!'

   'I told you girls did it too.'

   The cream her mother had left behind was working its magic now, and she
was really horny.  Donny would have to do!  The boy was still standing
there stiff-cocked.  Yes that would do!

   'I'll show you some even better ways to cum, Donny.  Come with me and
I'll lock my bedroom door...'

   He hesitated a moment, that this was a new, exciting world and he wanted
to know more about it.  He followed her obediently, naked from the waist
down and still carrying his pyjama bottoms.



   In her bedroom, the door securely fastened behind them, he watched as
she pulled her yellow cotton nightdress up over her head and stood naked.
He thought she looked dead sexy and how lucky he was to have a big sister
with such nice tits.

   'You, too, Donny and we can get into my bed.'

   The bed was still warm from her body, the sheets smelled of the lavender
perfume she used, and that and her arms around him made his cock twitch!

   He was nervous and his heart was beating so strongly he was sure his
sister must hear it.  She couldn't, but with the wisdom of the female knew
the boy was a mixture of emotions, including probably guilt: incest was a
strong taboo after all, though her clit and especially the ointment her
mummy had forgotten to take with her was over-riding any hesitation on her
part.  Three boys had taught her not to feel guilt about the act itself.

   She put her arms around him to reassure him, pulled him close so her
tits were crushed aginst his hairless chest, and gave him what the girls
called a "French kiss", mouth open, tongue right in his mouth.

   'There!  That's nice isn't it.  And now I'll show you a lovely way to
cum....  You lay down and close your eyes.  I'll tell you when to open
them.'

   Trish was about a head taller than Donny so a sixty-nine was possible if
not altogether easy.  She arranged herself beside him so her pussy was
quite close to his face and then took his cock in her mouth.  It was much
smaller, of course, than the ones she had sucked so far, all boys around
her own age, but it felt good inside her mouth none-the-less and she told
herself she would not have that desperate struggle to swallow all the hot
cum.  It was nice, of course, when a cock squirted in your mouth, but it
could be a bit difficult not to gag.  She would be ok with her brother as
she had just seen he was still getting dry-cums.

   The warm, wet, sucking feeling on his cock was fantastic, and he hardly
dared believe his sister had taken his willy into her mouth.  He wanted to
look, but had been told not to and the feeling was so good he did not dare
do anything to interrupt it.  She must be sucking it....  as impossible as
that seemed.

   'You can look now, Donny!'

   Jeez!  She was!  Fuckin fantastic!  And almost as good she was stroking
his belly and gently pulling at his ball-sack.  It had been good when daddy
had wanked him but this was much, much better.  Her body was so smooth and
silky.  He stroked her belly and then cupped over her plump mound of venus.
The lips seemed tight closed now, but when he had watched her in the
bathroom just now she had opened them and rubbed up and down in the slit
there....  all scarlet and pink.  He wondered.  He dared.  He opened the
lips with his thumb and forefinger.

   'Rub me there, Donny.  Where the little bump is.  Wet your finger
first.'He licked his finger and felt inside the lips.  Ah!  A little knob
there.  That must be it.  He rubbed it gently.  It was quite slippery
now....

   'That's it, Donny.  You can make me cum again doing that.'

   'Don't stop, Trish!  It's great.  Suck me!'

   'You lick where you're rubbing, Donny.  Lick and suck my pussy for me. I
love that!.'

   'Ugh!  I can't.  It's all sticky!'

   'If I can suck your willy, you can lick my cunt.  Get on with it.  All
the boys love to do it.  Just try or I'll stop too!'

   She grabbed his head and pushed it hard against her crotch.

   No lavender now: rather the heady scent of a teenage girl, clit
stiffened by orgasm (and that mysterious ointment her mummy had left).

   Tentative, hesitating, Donny held her cunt lips open and licked her nub
with the very tip of his pointed tongue.

   'Your whole mouth.'Now get on with it and I'll suck you off too.'

   The bedroom resounded with the slap of an open palm against his naked
bottom.

   'Ow!  That stung!'

   But he opened his mouth and applied it to her wide open cunt.  It was
not too bad once you started!  In fact it felt good.  She clamped her legs
together trapping his face against her pussy, and he licked his tongue
around her "nub".  He could really taste her now and realised she was
getting wetter and wetter down there.  He re-doubled his efforts, nearly
forgetting that she was making a real meal of his cock, bobbing up and down
on it, sliding it in and out her other lips.

   He could get his tongue right into her pussy, and even with his head
trapped by her thighs he could hear her moan as he pushed his tongue in and
out.  He stored up the knowledge she liked that and returned to licking
round her pussy.

   Like this he could feel her bum.  She was pressed against him so he
could not get his hands to her tits, but her bottom was real nice to
caress, firm and silky.  He realised he was close to coming, that feeling
in his arse, his balls, and now his cock.

   He stuck his tongue into her vagina and managed to get a hand there too
to rub her clit as he came with a shout of glee.

   Trish had one thought as she came.  He might have a small cock, but he
sucked better than Matt!  If he stayed hard....  and it looked as if he
would....  she would teach him to fuck as a reward.

   'Hey!  You're still stiff, Donny.'

   'It stays stiff a lot, Trish.'

   'Do you know how to fuck, Donny?'

   'Not really.' He had learned a bit from "playground talk", but the
details were vague.

   'I'll show you....  it's even better than sucking.  You'll see.  Now lay
on top of me.'

   Her breasts pressed against his chest and he felt her hand reaching down
between their legs to grasp his cock, but it was not to wank him this time,
and he felt it rub against her pussy, all slippery now from where he had
sucked her.  He couldn't reach her lips, but he licked and kissed her neck
and had one hand free so he could feel her soft hair.  Quite suddenly he
felt warmth and wetness around his cock, almost like her mouth, but this he
knew was different.  His cock was in her pussy!  Beyond hope and
expectation he was in her and fucking!  He felt her vagina gripping him as
if eager for him to push that bit further in.  He moved his hips a bit and
felt the last half inch penetrate till his body was resting on that plump
mound he had thought so sexy just now.

   He heard her sigh, and then....

   'Fuck me, Donny!  Move it in and out as fast as you can!'

   His little body laboured up and down, faster and as hard as he could:
the more he crashed his belly into her the tighter her arms and legs wound
around his back, and the more she encouraged him to even greater efforts.

   He would not have been able to hold back so it was lucky that she
started to cum before him, and it was her swearing, almost shouting, cunt
gripping, finger-nails biting, eyes-closed, red-faced cum that triggered
his.  His first proper orgasm, his first in a cunt!

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

   Donny crept back to his bedroom, but Mark was awake.

   'What was all that?  Was she having a nightmare?'

   'No, Trish's all right.  She jerked me off.'

   'What's that.'

   'Don't you know?  Ha!  I'll show you!'

   Mark still had his pyjamas on (Donny was naked, carrying his).  He got
into Mark's bunk beside him and pulled his brother's pyjamas down to his
knees.  The cock was limp and tiny, but Donny got hold of it and started to
rub it between finger and thumb as he had learned.

   'Hey!  What the fuck are you doing?'

   'Just shut up!  Shut your eyes, lay back and you'll soon find out!'

   Because the cocklet was stiff now Donny's whole hand came into play,
rubbing up and down, faster and faster.

   'That's good.  feels funny.'

   'Shut up!'

   'Oh Fuck!  Stop!  I think i'm gonna piss....'

   'Shut up!'

   He had to hold the boy down while he finished wanking him, but he could
see by Mark's face and the way his legs stiffened and jerked that the boy
was cumming.

   'That's jerking off.  you can do it for yourself....  but it's better if
someone does it for you....  like Trish.  Now I'm tired and going to my
bunk.'



   Both boys slept well....  nothing like a wank to give you deep sleep!

   Donny woke first and slipped into his brother's warm bed again.

   Mark was still asleep but his cock was soon hard as Donny fingered it,
stretching it and rubbing it between thumb and forefinger.  Mark awoke when
his brother cradled his balls and tugged gently on the boy's tight,
hairless ball-sack.

   'Hey What the fuck you doing?'

   'Jerking you off again, Mark.  You jerk me too.'

   He took his brother's hand and held it to his cock.  No hesitation this
time, as Mark found his brother's cock hard and, excited by all this new
pleasure, grasped it and started to rub it up and down.

   'That's good!  better than doing it yourself.'

   "Try something new " Donny thought silently, and he leaned over and took
Mark's cocklet between his lips, sucking on it and teasing it with his
tongue.

   'What the fuck?'

   'Shut up.  Trish did this to me last night and it's even better than
wanking.  Believe me'

   He returned to sucking.  The boy's foreskin was now clear of the knob,
and it felt even better in his mouth.

   'Cock-sucker!'

   'Shut up and enjoy it.  And don't stop rubbing mine either!'

   Moments later Mark came, and Donny felt his hips rise and fall as if he
were fucking with the short spasms of his orgasm.

   'Now you suck mine.'

   'You're right it is even better than jerking off, but I'm fucked if I'm
going to suck your willy.'

   'You'll be fucked if you don't, Mark, because I'll tell.  The boys in
the class would love to hear you've had your cock sucked and wanked a boy's
cock.  Fag!  Anyway it's only fair as I sucked you off.  And it's a nice
feel sucking a hard cock, especially when it cums, all hot and swollen.'

   'OK.  But I aint a fag....'

   Donny had been brought close by his brother's fingering, closer still by
the feel of that cock in his mouth and the smooth flesh as he caressed the
boy, almost absent-mindedly.  So really it was seconds after Mark mouthed
his cock that Donney came.

   'That was great!'

   'I liked it too.  But I still don't believe Trish did it for you.'

   'She did, so there!  And she made me fuck her, properly with my cock
right up inside her pussy.'

   'Liar!  Liar liar pants on fire!'

   'It's true.  It's still early.  Let's go and wake her up and make her
suck us, and have her open her legs for us to fuck.  Tell you what, Mark,
you can go first.  I've already had some.'



   In fact Trish was awake, had gone to the cupboard for the dab of
ointment, and was well-horny after a few minutes of playing with her clit,
cunt and nipples, before the twins, both naked, came into her room.

   Both had hard cocks.  Little ones yes!  Hairless, yes!  But stiff!

   Her legs were open, her cunt-lips parted by her busy fingers....  she
was ready.

   'Who's first?'

   'Mark!  It's his turn.  But then me!'

   'Come on then.Mark.  I'm ready for this.  And, Donny, you suck my tits
while he does me.  On top of me, Mark.'

   It took a second to arrange: Mark had never had his cock in a pussy
before and needed his cock to be held by her, placed, guided in.

   'Now push!'

   Donny licked and kissed a breast, and then nibbled at the nipple while
gently squeezing and caressing it, his other hand feeling her silky blonde
hair, while his brother bounced up and down thrusting into his sister's
cunt.

   Trish had never had two boys before, never had a cock in her
chemically-aroused pussy while a mouth stimulated her breasts....  her
orgasm was going to be shattering!

   It was.  Neither boy had cum yet, Donny jerking his cock, Mark inside
his sister, but she came with a great shout of joy, grunts as her body
spasmed, and then much swearing how good they were.

   Roger had finished his shower, shaved, and was in the bathroom in his
white dressing gown (it had been his wife's but she had left it, and he
liked the feel of it against his body): when he heard Trish's first shout.
On the landing he could hear her grunts.  He pushed her door open.

   Shock Horror!

   'What the fuck's going on here?'

   The boys leaped away from the bed, both with hard cocks still, Mark's
glistening with his sister's cum-juices.

   Trish felt like saying "The fuck is exactly what's going on here" but
sensibly decided this would throw petrol on the blaze of her daddy's anger.
She knew it must have been blatently obvious to him what his three children
had been up to, and she could see something else.....his cock was suddenly
stiff, making a tent in that silly silk dressing gown he sometimes wore. 
Also he was looking at her tits....  but then all males looked at her tits
if they got a chance.

   'You two boys go and get dressed and ready for school or you'll be late.
I'll talk to you about all this this afternoon.  Now go and get decent!'

   Glad to be out of the firing-range the twins fled.

   'And you, Trish.  How could you?'

   'I was so horny, daddy, and they came in with their nice hard willies...
I couldn't help myself.'

   'You've done this before, Trish....'

   'Never with my brothers.'

   'But with other boys?'

   'Yes.  but only three, ever.'

   'Fuck!  Three!  How long has this been going on?'

   'Ages...  since just after my first period.  Two years.  But only one
boy at a time, and only for real good friends, not just dates.....  And
there isn't a boy now at all.'

   'Thank goodness.'

   'You're not jealous, daddy?'

   'What on earth.....'

   'Well it looks like you might be.  I mean.' She looked hard at the
tented white silk, where his cock had already made a small dark mark from
pre-cum.  'I mean it's a bit obvious you fancy me, daddy.  I think you like
my tits, and they are good, aren't they?'

   'You are very lovely, Trish, you know that, but I'm your daddy, and
dammit they are your brothers.'

   She got up from the bed, her cunt-lips closed now and her pubes back to
little-girl near-hairlessness and innocence.  He was still standing by the
door, as if paralysed, when she put har arms around his neck and pressed
her body to his.  He could feel her breasts against him through the thin
silk, and she could feel his stiff cock.

   'I love you so much, daddy, and really want you.  You can fuck me. 
Please!  No-one will know and I know you want to as well.'

   'I love you to Trish, but we can't.  That's incest.  Now get yourself
ready for school and we'll have to try to forget all this.'

   He unwound her arms and retreated to the comfort-zone of his own
bedroom.

   Trish, with feminine insight, knew she would have her way with him
eventually: she knew men thought with their cocks, and knew what his cock
wanted.  She smiled, and was humming a pop-song happily as she dressed.



   In their bedroom the boys had finished jerking off....mutual
masturbation only, and were now chattering as they got their school
uniforms on.

   'I think daddy's gay'.

   'No Way!  Didn't you see how he was looking at Trish, especially her
tits.  And his hard-on wasn't for us, it was for her.'

   'Might have been for us too, Mark.  Guys can be bisexual...  I read
about it in the papers.  They can fancy girls and boys as well.'

   'No way!  dad's all macho!'

   'I didn't tell you because I promised not to....  but he taught me to
jerk off.  He jerked me off the first time I came.  That was even before
Trish did.'

   'Shit!  You're winding me up, Donny.'

   'I swear it's true!  I went into his room and he had a screen on his PC
with naked boys on it, boys who looked just like us with hard willies.  And
he was jerking off looking at it.  I saw him cum, and you wouldn't believe
the great squirt of white spunk he spurted in the air.  He told me that
when we grow up, we boys will squirt cum like that, and that's how babies
are made when it gets inside a girl's pussy when they fuck her.'

   Shocked silence a moment from Mark.  This was so circumstantial it just
had to be true.  Suppose Daddy fancied him too?  He felt his cock
stiffening yet again!

   'You know something, Donny.  I don't think Daddy was really angry when
he caught me fucking Trish and you sucking her tits....  it was sort of
like he was just acting angry because a daddy is supposed to.  You know
what I mean?  Yes, Donny I believe you.  We ought to try him out...  if we
are wrong and he's not a bit gay, doesn't fancy boys, we can hardly be in
more shit than we already are......'







   To say Roger was disturbed would be to put it mildly!

   What had he started by allowing Donny to catch him masturbating?  He
held his head in his hands....  had he really wanked the boy, felt his
balls, even stroked his arse once?  And Donny had then corrupted Mark!  And
as for Trish....  her slutty behaviour must have been going on for
months....  even years?  Incest with her brothers!  And trying to tempt her
father into forbidden sex....with those perky tits and lovely bottom... 
and cunt, hairless and so doubly naked and enticing.

   Suppose "they" found out: prison for him and the horrors of "Care" for
the children.  Suppose Trish got pregnant.....

   What had happened to the family since his wife had run off?

   What had happened to him?  Watching porn and finding boys attractive. 
Boys!  And lusting after his teenage daughter, because even now his cock
was stiff thinking about her.  And Donny!  The boy's bottom and cock were
never out of his mind, unless he was thinking about the girl's pert tits
and slender, smooth bottom, and when she wore those tight school-girl white
cotton knickers he could see the shape of her pussy so clearly, even the
"camel toe"..........  He was ashamed, but his cock had gone hard again.

   He held his head in his hands.  He had no-one to talk to, to sort this
out....

   Yes he had!  Harvey.

   He looked at his watch.  Eight o'clock.  Harvey would not be at work
yet. Was he on-line?

   Skype.  Yes!

   'Hullo Harvey.  sorry to call you so early but there's a crisis here...

   Harvey was naked from the waist up like last time....  and even in his
upset state Roger could see a handsome, physically fit man.  He wondered if
he was naked below the range of the camera too.....

   But more important he told Harvey about the family disasters....  his
seduction of Donny, the boys fucking their sister.....  Trish's admission
of being sexually active.....  his own temptation....

   'Look, Roger, we need to talk about this.  Don't do anything stupid. 
Just get the kids off to school and then we can meet.  Do you know the
coffee shop in William Street?'

   'I often get an espresso there.'

   'Meet me there at ten...  we'll hammer something out.'



   Harvey was already there, sitting in a corner seat, deep armchairs, with
a small espresso in front of him.  He was dressed "smart casual" and looked
bronzed and handsome, hair greying very slightly at the sideburns and
showing black at the open neck of his white shirt.  He wore what looked
like designer jeans and a dark green jacket....  very smooth.

   Roger felt a bit over-dressed in his regulation charcoal-grey suit and
distinguished tie.  He waved to Harvey, got himself a coffee and joined him
at his table.

   He sank into the deep, comfortable chair alongside his new friend.

   You dress casual for work, Harvey?  I envy you.

   There's only ten of us and I own most of the hedge-fund, so what I say
goes, and I can't stand wearing suits!  The guys like it too, and the two
girls even more I think.

   'I'll have to think about that, but it's a bit different in marketing
and manufacturing I guess.'

   'You sounded in a bit of a state this morning, Roger, if you don't mind
me saying so.'

   'I was.  I am'

   'You'll recover.  I know.  I've been there, done it.  There's nothing
wrong with finding a thirteen year old girl sexy, nor a boy, come to that.
They are sexy, whatever society says!  And the boy obviousy loved it, so no
trauma there.'

   'But your own children....  I mean even to think about it is wrong,
close to incest.  And what I did with Donny....  But I can't stop thinking
about Trish.  Or the boys, come to that!'

   'After my wife walked out I was really mixed up too.  It's as if all
your fixed ideas are knocked down and an empty space is left.  In my case,
like you, that gap was filled by my children.  It was Beth first....  she's
thirteen, but then it was Ralph...  he's ten.  I started to get obsessed by
them: they really are very beautiful and sexy, and that's not just their
father boasting.  I was like you, real mixed up till I found a way to stop
all the fantasies and imaginings....'
'That would be a good trick.  How did you manage to get it out of your

mind?'

   Roger expected Harvey would tell him about some religious conversion,
some Road to Damascus moment that cured him of his evil thoughts.  Some
Guru.  Hypnotism?  Yoga?

   He could not have been more wrong as Harvey pulled his chair closer and
whispered.

   'No further, Roger.  What I could tell you would get me into terrible
trouble if it got out.  Completely confidential?'

   'My word on it, Harvey.'

   'The secret was very simple....i had sex with Beth, and then with Ralph.
It was successful,: they loved it: I did of course.  And all the hang-ups,
guilt, shame, fantasies, fears, religious scruples...  all that baggage
just withered away as we found joy together, all three of us.'

   Roger couldn't find words....  He picked up his coffee, sniffed it,
sipped, put it down again.

   'Shocked?'

   'Surprised!  I find it difficult to believe....  It's so dangerous. 
What if it got out?'

   'They both know what it would mean....  daddy in prison and them both in
some dreadful care home....  no money, and no fun in that!  No way they are
ever going to risk that either!'

   'And if she got pregnant?'

   'I've taken her to the clinic....  birth control pills.  Hundred percent
safe!'

   I still find it difficult to take in....'

   Harvey pushed his tablet to the centre of the table.

   'Got some stuff encrypted on here that would convince you, and I'll bet
you'd be tempted too!' He looked round the bar which was getting crowded as
eleven approached.  'Can't show you here, though.  Come back to my place.
it's only a quarter of an hour by taxi from here.'

   'Mine would be better, Harvey.  I've got the penthouse flat in the block
a hundred yards up the street.'





   'My PC and laptop are through here, Harvey.'

   There was in fact no need for Roger's laptop as they were going to look
at Harvey's, but either Roger was not thinking straight, or more likely it
was a Freudian Slip: deep down Roger wanted to get this man into his
bedroom though he probably did not realise how his subconscious was using
him!

   The only chair was at Roger's desk.  Harvey looked round the room, took
his jacket off and hung it on the brass knob of the antique bedstead,
kicked off his shoes, put a pillow against the iron bedhead, and sat on the
bed, switching on his tablet.

   Roger hung his jacket on the other knob and joined him.

   They sat close together, thighs touching so both could see the small
screen.

   'That's Beth.'

   'She's beautiful!'

   The girl had blonde hair loose to her shoulders, blue eyes and a peaches
and cream complexion.  In her white summer dress and white sandals she
looked innocent and happy.

   'Even better like this, Roger.'

   He scrolled, and the screen filled with Beth standing naked, that same
happy smile on her face, her hair in a pony-tail this time.  She was much
more sun-tanned in this one, an all-over gold with no tan-lines though her
breasts were a lighter tan than her belly and legs.  Her tits were lovely
as only a fit teenage girl can have: the nipples were quite dark and semed
swollen as if she was aroused, but her cunt lips were tight closed.  No
pubic hair: you would have expected some in a girl with such perky, round
little tits, so presumably she waxed it away Roger thought.

   'What a lovely girl.  what a lovely body.  Breasts to die for, Harvey.'

   Harvey zoomed in and one lovely breast filled the screen.

   'I'm obsessed by them, Roger.  Can't keep my hands off them.  Or my
mouth come to that!'

   He scrolled on again, and there she was from behind.

   'Lovely!  A beautiful bottom too.  So sexy when it is not quite as full
as a woman's but not as slender as a boy's.  I can see why you decided to
fuck her....  a saint would!'

   'I'm no saint, and nor is she, Roger.  So you believe me now, even
without this.'

   He scrolled again, and there was Beth kneeling on a bed, Harvey kneeling
behind her and his cock right up her pussy......Roger assumed it was her
pussy and not her arse.  The photo had been taken side-on and you could see
her tits in profile, and her smiling face turned towards the camera.

   'You've got a boner, Roger.  Me too and I've seeen her so often!  It
always gets to me!'

   He reached over and stroked the front of Roger's trousers, a completely
natural gesture it semed to Roger.

   'But there's Ralph too.  He can get a hard-on and cum, but there's no
spunk as yet.  He's only ten as you know.  Soon be eleven though, and I'm
really looking forward to it when we get a bit of boy-juice from him.'

   The boy was blonde like his sister and had a mischievous grin as he
posed naked, hard little cock, and one hand pushing his ball-sack out
towards the camera.

   'I've taught him to suck, and also to fuck Beth but what he really likes
is daddy's cock filling his bottom!'

   And there the pic was on screen.  The boy kneeling, slender, bronzed,
and his so-much larger daddy with his cock half into the boy's bottom.

   'Hell's teeth.  That's sexy!  How do you choose which one to have,
Harvey?'

   'They take it in turns.  I'm desperately horny, Roger.'

   He took Roger's hand and placed it on his cock.  In a sort of daze,
Roger found he was grasping it through the man's cotton trousers.  and
Harvey was holding Roger's too...  And then they were kissing!

   'You know I haven't kissed a man since I was a teenager!'

   'That sounds interesting, Harvey.  You know, that's the first time I've
ever kissed a man.  let's do it again!'

   As their open mouths met a second time, Roger felt and heard the zip on
his trousers.  "Why the hell not!" and he unzipped Harvey.  Now Harvey had
his hand inside Roger's boxer-pants and was feeling maked, hard flesh. 
"Why the hell not!" he thought again and fumbled about until he too found a
fistfull of hot flesh.

   No more words spoken they broke apart and each was desperately tearing
at buttons and belts, socks, trousers, shirts, underpants until both men
were naked.

   Kissing again, tongues in mouths,but now hands exploring muscular
bodies, backs, shoulders, biceps, thighs.  It was almost wrestling as they
clutched at each other, rubbing cocks together, grasping with arms and
intertwined legs.

   Then Harvey broke away, moved on the bed and they were head-to-toes,
Roger feeling the warmth and wetness of Harvey's mouth round his cock. 
Harvey's cock was pressed against Roger's face.

   "Why the hell not!" he thought and he opened his lips allowing the
flaring knob to slip in.

   Now Harvey was on top of him and he felt the weight of the man and his
passion as Harvey bobbed up and down on Roger's cock, sucking, licking,

   And shagging Roger's mouth.  Roger could hardly move with Harvey's
muscular body crushing him into the mattress, but did not need to as that
cock raped his mouth, in and out.  All he could do was clasp Harvey's hard
little arse with both hands and hold on tight.

   He could feel his own orgasm mounting, somewhere in his arse and balls,
and now his cock.  He thought he should warn Harvey he was about to cum,
but that insistent cock stifled any words.

   And just at the moment his own cock spurted, so his mouth was filled
with hot, silky cum and he had to swallow to avoid gagging.  More and more
cum, and he knew somewhere at the back of his mind, he too was squirting
cum into Harvey's waiting mouth.

   They rolled over on their sides, but cocks still in each others' mouths,
laying silent and both astounded by the sudden passion and equally sudden,
powerful release.

   Then, still with half-hard cocks the two of them laughed together.

   'Fucking hell!  I never knew it could be like that!'

   'Me neither!'

   'And I never showed you any pics of my kids, Harvey.  I haven't any of
them naked, but there's some of them on the beach a couple of months
ago...in their cossies.





   Harvey had taken a cab back to work, and Roger the short walk to his
company building.

   His staff noticed he seemed remote and pensive and assumed he was
planning one of his strategic schemes.

   No!  The sex with Harvey had released something and life-long
conditioning was being broken down,,,,, especially the taboo against
incest.

   "What the hell!" had become almost his motto.  She wanted it as badly as
he did, and the two boys were already randy little fellows, certainly up
for it....  at least for oral sex and fucking their sister.  Harvey did it,
so why not himself?

   He texted Harvey.

   'What clinic?'

   The reply was almost immediate with address and telephone.

   Should he?  He agonised a further half hour before his hard cock decided
him....  he had been thinking about teenage tits and little boy cocks and
smooth, plump bottoms, but at last he rang the clinic, his heart beating:
this was a decisive step and he knew it.

   '....appointment for my daughter......  thirteen.....yes, certainly
sexually active and has been for some time apparently.....  just
discovered......  as soon as possible.....tomorrow morning?....thank you so
much.'

   It was done.  He looked at his watch Three o'clock.  Too early to leave,
but he was in no state to work, so he put on his jacket and walked out. 
Good to be the boss!







   At home he showered and sat at his computer in his dressing gown,
logging onto the forbidden site.  The boys were almost hypnotic, and there
was a "family section" where people posted photos of themselves and their
children.....  faces pixelated or turned away from the camera, but those
lovely teenage and pre-teen bodies naked to the view.  He did not dare
touch his cock as he knew he was so wound up he would not be able to stop
if he started, and all three kids would be back from school soon.  He would
give them what they wanted.  "What the hell!"

   He opened the desk drawer, and rummaged around till he found what he
wanted.  The pills had lain there undisturbed since the day his wife
eloped, but it would be a good idea to take one now.....  this could prove
a heavy few days!  So a yellow pill rather than a blue one would be best:
the so-called "weekend pill".  He probably would not need it with exciting,
forbidden, young bodies to excite him, but better safe than sorry.  He
broke one out from its foil and swallowed it.  That was a sort of
committment: no going back now!
He heard the front door slam.  Trish always slammed the door....  the

boys were quieter!

   'That you, Trish?'

   No answer, but she walked into the room and stood behind him looking
over his shoulder.

   The screen had a family group....man, woman, and two children.  The boy
and girl both looked about the same age as his daughter.  They were all
naked.

   'Oooh!  Naughty daddy.  Looking at porn.  And the boy looks just like
the Donny.  Very, very naughty daddy!'

   She giggled and put a hand on each of his shoulders.

   He turned round and looked at her....  so sexy in her school uniform. 
There's something about a teenage girl in her black blazer, black tights
and too-short black skirt.  Above all the crisp white shirt with its
promise of firm little breasts under the school tie.  And, of course the
blonde pony-tail.  And he could have her.

   He stood up and held her in his arms, kissed her on the lips, a lover's
not a father's kiss.

   Trish had seen his boner tenting his dressing gown, and now she could
feel it against her body.  She could also feel his hand up under her skirt
fondling her bottom.  She wished it had not been covered by a thick cover
of tights and thin knickers.  Still it was good to have her arms around his
neck, his tongue in her mouth, his hand on her butt.

   'Jesus!  You're lovely Trish.  God!  I want you.  I've fought against
it, god knows I've tried, but it's too powerful.'

   'And I love you daddy.  I've dreamed about it.  I've dumped Matt and all
I can think about is you...'

   'But I'm your father....'

   'I want you too daddy.  You can have me.  Please!'

   This was the crisis to which the last two days had been heading
inevitably.  He had made his decision at his office desk in the afternoon,
perhaps earlier at the moment he had taken Harvey's cock between his lips
one forbidden act liberating him for another, but even now with the willing
girl in his arms pleading to be fucked, he hesitated.  Then he felt her
small, warm hand sliding between their bodies, finding the gap in his
dressing gown, holding his cock.  Her arms tightened around him, her tongue
forcing into his mouth, licking, kissing.

   'Please, daddy!  I so want it.  I really love you.  I've got condoms so
that will be all right.  Please.  Please fuck me.'

   Roger would not have thought of condoms, it was so many years since he
had used one....  but the girl was clearly right, they must use a condom.
And she really did want it as much as he did.

   'Go and get them Trish.'





   In her room, first a dab of the ointment on her clit, probably not
needed as it was already aroused, stiff and juicy, cunt lips plump and
half-open already.  Then her clothes all off, looking at herself in the
mirror.  It would have been nice to shower first, but she knew how close
her daddy was to saying no, to obeying the common-sense dictates of society
and tradition, the taboo.  No time to waste.  She grabbed a packet of three
and returned to daddy's bedroom.

   He was naked now, propped against the iron bedstead waiting for her; the
iron bars his pillow rested against could scarcely be harder than his cock
she thought seeing it arch so it very nearly touched his six-pack belly. 
It was a good body, a good cock.  And she loved him: Winston, Raj and Matt
had just been sex: this was sex and love.  She stood in the doorway,
consciously posing.  She knew how sexy she was in half-profile so he could
see the shape of her tits and her bum, but also her mound of venus and
cunt-lips.

   'God!  You're sexy, Trish.  Come here!'

   She reckoned his voice had dropped an octave and sounded dead sexy!

   Teasing him, she caressed her breasts with both hands, and then lowered
one to her pussy, slipping a finger onto her clit and rubbing it.

   'Come here!'

   This time she obeyed, jumping onto his bed and pulling herself close to
him as they kissed.

   He wanted her tits!  He had lived and dreamed those tits, so small but
rounded and firm...  as the indeed were to his touch, and then to his lips
as he kissed them and suckled on a nipple.

   'I've seen you looking at my tits, daddy.'

   'I love them!  And I've seen you looking at my cock, Trish!'

   'I love it, daddy!  And I want it in me.  I can't wait.'

   She tore a foil open , grasped his cock and rolled the condom down over
it.

   "She's done that before" he thought, and briefly the thought crossed his
mind that he would like to see her being fucked, perhaps suck her while a
guy ploughed her furrow....  not the twins.  He'd seen that....

   But Trish was laying on her back, legs open, holding her lips open for
him her inner cunt a shocking red against the white of her inner thighs and
cunt-lips.  He lay on top.  placed his knob against her cunt, and kissed
her open mouthed as his cock slid easily into her.

   It had been an age since he had fucked, but he was certain that this
cunt was as tighter and at the same time juicier even than his wife's had
been.  His daughter was clutching him to her, her breasts pressed aginst
his chest: he could feel them and also the hard nipples: her ankles now
linked across his bum as he fucked in and out.

   'Oh Daddy!  That's so good.  Fuck I'm going to cum.  Oh yes!  harder! 
Oooooh!'

   Her grunts, squeals and oaths continued as he shagged, and it was
difficult to stop himself coming, but worth it!  The condom helped, he
thought.  He could feel her vagina contracting on and releasing his cock as
her orgasm coursed through her body, and he kept his rhythm up.  Now she
was more relaxed, eyes open again and gleamimg, happy smiling face with a
few drops of sweat on her brow.

   'That was lovely, Daddy.  best ever!'

   'Let's have some more then!'

   He grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs, kneeling now between them as
he speeded up.  He could feel and hear her orgasm starting again as he now
bent her double and rammed his cock in, hard and brutal.  He was so pleased
to feel her orgasm as he could no longer hold it in: months of frustration
poured out of him with the spunk he pumped into that condom deep in her
pussy.  And again, again, again.

   A few minutes later, laying side by side, him fondling a breast (of
course!) she cradling his balls, she pulled the condom off his now limp
cock, and held it up.

   'Jeez!  look at that!  Must be a pint!'

   She exaggerated, of course, but there was certainly a lot as she
skilfully tied a knot in it and threw it to the floor.

   She kissed his cock, and it started to stiffen.

   'I think you could do it again, Daddy, but I've got to go to gymnastics
now, and I need a quick shower first.'

   She got up from the bed.

   'Where are the twins?'

   'It's Friday.  That's their karate night.  They went straight from
school I think, so they'll be back soon.'

   'Trish....'

   'Yes, daddy.'

   'I want to have you on the birth control pill.  I've made an appointment
for tomorrow.'

   Her eyes shone!

   'Love you, daddy!'

   'You look so happy and beautiful I waant to remember this moment for
ever.  Can I take a photo of you.'

   'Cheesecake pose?'

   'Mm'

   'I love you, daddy.....'





   To kill time before the boys got back he had a quick shower, then sat
naked in front of his PC and logged in again to the porn site.

   He searched again for the pic of the two boys but could not find it
among the hundreds, perhaps thousands.  But there was a whole section of
boys playing together.  He found he could search it looking for
"10-year-old".  There were dozens and he scrolled through them looking at
boys of all races but some so like his own sons, all naked, most beautiful,
some just posing or playing games, football, rope climbing, wrestling and
so-on, but some engaged in masturbation, some in oral sex, and one with a
boy's little cock up his friend's arse.  There was one which reminded him
so much of his own boys that he left it on the screen while he stroked his
cock.  One boy was blonde, slender and willowy, the other dark-haired and
stockier.  Both had cherubic faces and pretty little cocks....standing
hard.

   He sat there looking at the picture and letting his fantasies develope
while he gently stroked his cock, not yet edging, but keeping it nice and
stiff.  They were so like his twin boys, more sun-tanned then Mark and
Donny ....  from the scenery behind them it looked like somewhere in the
tropics, but not more desirable than them.

   It was astounding that a boy could get an erection, have an orgasm, even
before puberty: he had never come across this fact before and imagined that
society was careful to keep it hidden.

   Yet these boys were so sexy, and it was easy to imagine how good it
would be to.....

   Then he felt two hands on his shoulders, and looking round, there were
the objects of his fantasies, one blonde, one brunette, both devastatingly
beautiful, both with hard little cocks.

   'We wanted to say we're sorry about this morning....'

   'And hope you're not still angry with us....''

   'We took our clothes off because we know you like looking at naked
boys....  like those on your PC.'

   'And hoped you would like looking at us too.'

   He turned his chair round facing them.

   'I certainly like looking at you, and you are even better-looking than
those boys on screen.  And I'm not really angry with you: it's just natural
for boys to want try things out.'

   'Donny told me what happens when you cum, about the squirts of spunk,
and I really want to see that for myself....'

   Another moment of choice.  Harvey would say that the only way to get rid
of these feelings, or more exactly the worry and guilt associated with
them, is to give way to them and smother the fantasies under the happy
cloak of the real thing, of real sex with his boys.  Lord knows they were
willing enough.  Eager!  Shamelessly offering their so-desirable bodies to
him....

   But their own father!  Incest!  And surely worse even than incest with a
daughter, incest with sons!  Suppose it got out!  What hideous danger!

   The boys smiled and waited.  They were holding hands now and looked so
sweet and innocent: they certainly were not that he thought, and their
erect cocks, pink knobs peeking out from their foreskins, were conclusive
evidence of their desire for him.  His boys and girl were sensible enough
to keep a secret, and he would later lecture them on what would happen if
anyone, anyone(!) ever found out about incest in his family.

   "What the hell", he thought.  It had worked for Harvey.....

   'OK boys ..  On my bed.'

   Giggling, excited, they ran to the bed .....  how lovely their bottoms
looked as they scampered, the dark shadows of their anal creases making his
cock twitch! ....  and jumped onto it.  A drop of precum fell to the
polished wood floor.  There was no point in denying to himself: he just had
to make love to them or he would never get rid of this obsession.

   He joined them, sitting propped against a pillow.  The boys were clearly
most interested in his cock: Mark was trying to get his hand around it but
it was too broad for him to do that.  Roger suspected Donny was trying to
measure its length using his spread fingers as a guage.

   Completely relaxed now the difficult decision was made, the Rubicon
crossed, Roger laughed.

   'It's seven and a half inches, Donny.'

   'Fuck!  That's huge.'

   He laughed again.  'There's lots of guys with smaller ones, but I'm told
some men are bigger too.'

   'You're cut, daddy.  That's nice: your knob is like a big red mushroom'.

   The boy moved down the bed so he could lick that flaring.  flaming
helmet.

   Roger stroked the boy's blonde hair and felt a sudden tenderness, love
even.

   'There's only two boys in the whole class with cut cocks.  Mostly
they've got foreskins like Mark and me.  I think it looks more handsome and
manly cut.'

   'You're flattering me Donny.  And actually I think a cock is more
interesting uncircumcised.'

   'Un circum what?'

   "Un-cut" will do.  You have such a pretty cut cock I just want to kiss
it: and then yours, Mark.'
'Donny and me want to suck you off, daddy.  That's why we came into your
bedroom.  Donny peeked through the keyhole and saw you were horny and we

might get a chance.'

   Roger laughed again.  'Little plotters.  Sexy little plotters.  Come
here.  You first, Donny.'

   The boy's cock slipped so easily into his mouth, and as an experience
was MUCH preferable to the sucking of Harvey's.  Less strain on the jaws,
more excitement at a truly "forbidden" act, his lovely bottom to caress, so
smooth, soft skinned but firm and rounded, and.  of course, Mark licking
his cock from balls up to cock-head.  Presumably having learned from
shagging his sister, that skilled sexual teacher, Donny was fucking his
daddy's mouth, pulling at his daddy's nipples, and enjoying the look in his
daddy's eyes, lustful and in some way admiring.  There was a sort of
role-reversal here, though Donny would not have realised that.  Normally a
boy would suck his father's cock, as indeed Mark was when he could get that
knob in his mouth....

   How good it was to have twins.  Two just-pre-puberty boys to pleasure
him.

   He parted Donny's buttocks, one palm on each smooth, firm cheek, and let
his index finger rest on the boy's anus.  The tempo of fucking in his mouth
increased, and he started to tap the boy's arsehole gently with the tip of
his finger.  The cocklet went faster and faster.  Mark had his daddy's cock
in his mouth and still held onto his balls, but was watching the
cock-sucking, so entranced he forgot to suck on it.

   Roger was glad the action on his own cock had nearly stopped as he
doubted whether he would be able to hold out....  the naked bodies, cocks,
broken taboos, all were just too exciting.

   And now Donny was coming!  His hands tightened wound into daddy's hair,
holding his head steady while he thrust in and out, and felt the release of
an orgasm bigger even than he had felt with his sister.

   'Me now, daddy!  It's only fair.  You've done Donny twice and never me,'

   'Kiss me then, Mark!'

   The boys' bottoms were getting more and more interesting to Roger, and
as his son kissed him open-mouthed, tongue-to-tongue, he fondled the boy's
buttocks.  He knew at that moment that one day, not long from now, he would
fuck Mark's pretty arse with its tight little anus.  He must look for the
tub of Analsilk (c) left over from his marriage: his wife used to let him
fuck her in the arse when she had her periods....  how much nicer these
pretty little bums would be than her broad rump!

   Harvey was so right.  This was the way to get rid of the demons!  These
lovely smooth bodies were made to be enjoyed and be-damned to the foolish
scruples.  Lovely cocks and balls, delicate little nipples, inviting
bottoms with their secret pleasures.  Harvey fucked his son, no older than
the twins, and had been doing it for....  for how long?  From what he said
it was months if not years.  All that time wasted!

   Roger had reached a decision as momentous as his decision to fuck his
daughter.....  tonight he would take Mark's cherry, introduce him to anal
sex.  Mark first as he reckoned his stockier build would make him more
tolerant of the invasion than his more slender, elegant brother.

   Now Donny was playing with Roger's genitals...  specifically his ball
sack, pulling at it, stretching it, licking and sucking at one ball and
then the other.

   'Suck it, Donny.  Wank my cock and suck the knob'.

   Mark's back was so flawless and silky, and his tongue so eager as it
explored his daddy's mouth.

   Donny was rubbing Roger's cock just right, and now the boy's free hand
stroked and caressed the perineum between balls and anus: there was
something so manly about the hardness there, echoing the hardness of his
daddy's cock.  His finger strayed to his daddy's anus.

   'Yes, Donny!  There!'

   The impudent little finger pushed, seeking entrance.  This was too much.
Roger felt his orgasm building, almost painful in its intensity.

   'You want to see spunk fly, Mark?  Look now.  Here it comes!'

   Donny rubbed harder but withdrew his lips so he could see too as the
white cum arched through the air and splattered across the boy's face, some
into his blonde hair.

   Mark laughed.  It was funny to see his brother, his rival, get a
faceful, but he was envious too.  Donny had all the fun.  Was it because he
was blonde and Donny dark?

   'He gets all the fun!  It's not fair....'

   'That's because I've got a special treat for you, Mark.  You'll sleep
with me in my bed tonight, but we may not sleep much.'

   'What about me?'

   'I expect Trish will think of something to keep you happy Donny.  Now
let me have a shower and a rest....  go and play together for a bit.'



   Trish was randy when she got in and was straight over to her daddy's
room looking for sex.  She was disappointed!

   'Tomorrow my little darling, when we can do it fully, properly.  I've
promised Mark that I'll show him some things tonight, and I have to keep
all my children happy, be fair to all of them.  Donny will be feeling horny
I'm sure, especially if you go to him naked!  And send Mark over here as
you go.  Love you!'



   Roger was standing naked looking out of his huge picture-window at the
evening sky and the Thames when Mark came scampering in.  He pretended not
to hear the boy who announced his presence by hugging his daddy from
behind, his little arms reaching round and finding....  a lovely hard
daddy-cock!

   Roger waited a moment, enjoying his son's caress and then turned round,
lifted the boy from the ground and still with him in his arms lay on the
bed.

   Not a word had been spoken, as if neither wished to break the spell of
the moment.

   He turned the boy over on his back and kissed him, open-mouthed and
hard, tongue invading the lad's mouth, just as he intended to invade the
boy's anus with it in a second or two.

   A few long minutes of kissing, limbs entangled, writhing, passionate,
and then Roger's lips on an exploring mission down his son's smooth, body.
The boy was pretty, his skin so silky, smoother even than his sister Trish,
and the body firm without being at all muscular.

   The nipples invited attention, little pink aureoles, and love-hardened
little grains of nipples for his daddy to lick and suck.

   Then south with the point of his tongue tracing patterns over the flat,
slightly chubby chest, the pretty little navel, a belly button made to be
explored with the tip of his tongue.

   The boy giggled, and the first words were spoken.

   'That tickles, daddy, but it's nice.  Don't stop.'

   Roger felt the boy's hands in his hair and was aware of the boy's cock,
hard now, just inches from his probing tongue.

   So down now over the flat, still-hairless belly, up the length of the
boy's cocklet and then down the other side, still with stiff-pointed
tongue.

   How glad he was that they had decided not to have the boy's circumcised:
this uncut cock with it's pink head peeping shyly out from the foreskin was
so pretty.

   Tongue now down the inside of the boy's thigh.....  the skin was
softest, smoothest, silkiest just there, where if he were a little girl his
stocking tops would end....  and then down his calf to his little feet.  Up
the inside of his other thigh now and across his tight ball sack, white and
crinkly.  still innocent of any hair of course.

   The anus beckoned for attention!

   He turned the boy over on his belly, having saved the best till last. 
At this moment the boy's bottom was what his daddy wanted most!

   He remembered Harvey's naked arse for a brief moment: this was sexier,
so smooth and chubby, jutting out rather than slim and masculine.  But you
could not say it was in any way feminine, all-boy.  A hand on each cheek he
parted them and there was the secret place, pink and tight-closed, slightly
creased like a tiny flower.  The boy wriggled his bum, inviting caress. 
Was it only a fortnight ago that Roger would have been shocked at the idea
that his son was sexy, and appalled at the idea of the obscene caress he
was about to give him?  Never mind!  Mark wanted, his daddy wanted it, and
he was soon going to show his love for the boy in the fullest way possible.

   The boy's buttocks were smooth and silky against his rough chin, and he
kissed them.  Now, with the crease pulled wide apart he planted a kiss
exactly on that secret rose.  He felt the boy flinch with surprise, but
then as open-mouthed across the whole of his arsehole he licked and
penetrated with the tip of his tongue the boy giggled, his childish little
laugh.

   'That tickles too!'

   But his bum arched back to maximise the penetration, and wriggled in
pleasure as his daddy rimmed him.

   Roger blessed his luck coming across Harvey: he doubted if he would ever
have had this pleasure without that new friend and lover's guidance, and
what a delight it was to have his hands on this smooth, young body, and his
tongue in this tight little arse.  He felt under the boy and found a hard
little cock: Mark was into it too.

   Time, then, to move on.  The baby-oil was handy under a pillow and Roger
squirted some onto the boy's arse crease, closed the bottle again and lay
beside the boy his head close to that tangled mop of dark hair.

   He spread the oil, feeling the boy's anus tight closed under his
finger-tip, and then penetrated as far as his first knuckle.

   'Ooooh!'

   It was surprise, not pain or fear....

   Deeper now and feeling around.  Ten minutes research on the internet had
taught him where the prostate lies: would the boy have the sensations there
adults apparently feel?

   It was there all right, not as big as the walnut described, in fact a
lot smaller, but Roger could feel the little lump and pressed it, then
rubbed it.  moving his finger in and out a bit as he did so.

   'Oooooh!  What's that, daddy?'

   'Is it nice, Mark?'

   'Mmm.  Don't stop.'

   His daddy didn't!  But he pulled the boy over on his side so he could
also reach that tempting cock.  His hand was slippery with the oil and slid
up and down keeping the same rhythm as the anal massage.

   'I'm cumming, daddy.  It's so good.  Faster!  Yeeees!'

   This was the moment, Roger knew.  He wiped his oily hand on his own cock
now and placed it over the boy's anus, tight-closed again now that impudent
finger had been withdrawn.

   'I'm going to fuck you, Mark,' he whispered to the boy.  'It may hurt a
bit at first, but that will pass, and you'll soon be begging me to do it to
you.  Now, be brave!'

   And with that he pushed and felt his knob gripped by the boy's anal
muscles.

   A shriek of pain!

   'No, daddy!  No!  It hurts too much.'

   He stroked the boy's hips and pushed again and his cock slid in perhaps
half its length.  It was really tight!

   The boy was sobbing now.

   Ah well, in for a penny in for a pound, he pushed again and was wholly
embeddedm, his hairy thighs pressed against the boy's smooth bottom.

   No pause.  withdraw as far as his knob and push again.  Easier this
time, and he started to fuck with long, slow sweeps.

   In Trish's bedroom as usual Donny was chattering after sex, his sister
silent.

   'Do you like it more when I suck you or when I fuck you, sis?'

   She wished he would be quiet and just enjoy the moment!

   'I like it when you you suck me off and then fuck me like you just did.
Now shut up and suck my tits!'

   They both heard Mark's shriek of anguish from down the corridor.

   Trish laughed.  'Sounds like Mark's had his cherry popped!'

   'What's that?'

   'Daddy's fucking him in the arse.  Let's go and peek...'

   The two of them went hand in hand and stood at the open bedroom door. 
Too enngrossed in their sex neither man nor boy spotted them.  Trish's hand
tightened on Donny's as they watched their daddy fucking their brother,
laying beside him and holding him close by an arm over him and the hand on
the boy's cock.  Mark's sobbing had died away and he lay silent and
motionless,

   It was a pretty sight, and Trish mouthed the word "horny" to her
brother.

   They heard daddy whisper, 'Is that ok now, Mark?'

   'Doesn't hurt and when you push it right in it touches soewhere and that
feels good.'

   'Like this?'

   He rammed it in harder, withdrew and thrust again.

   'Yes!  That's nice.  Like that, daddy!'

   So the two voyeurs watched as their daddy fucked Mark fast and hard, and
saw he was masturbating the boy at the same time.  Trish let go Donny's
hand and felt his cock, hard again.

   She whispered, 'Fuck me, Donny, while we watch.  I'll lean against the
door-jam.'

   Roger heard the whisper and turned his head to see his other two
children fucking, while he continued to ram his cock into a sweet, and now
welcoming bottom.

   'I'm cumming, daddy!  I'm gonna cum again!  Jeez!  It's so good.  Don't
stop!'

   Roger could feel the boy's orgasm course through his body, tense and
then relaxed, and the boy's anus gripped even tighter.  He would himself
cum with just one more thrust, and yes, now, he pumped his load deep inside
the boy, withdraw, thrust again and another squirt, now leave it pulsing
and twitching deep inside......

   He heard Trish and Donny both cum, and knew they had found the scene
sexy!

   Childhood trauma?  What trauma?



   Morning, and he skyped harvey before work.

   'Meet 10-ish in the coffee shop?'



   Harvey was there first, and got up to get Roger his usual capucino as
his new fuck-buddy sat down.

   'News, Harvey.  I've fucked Trish, and fucked Mark, and Donny is
desperate for me to fuck him tonight.  Trish has had both the boys, and
they have sucked each other off, but not yet, as far as I know fucked. 
They soon will though; that's certain as Mark loved it when I did him!

   'You sound excited, Roger, and who wouldn't be?  But better keep our
voices down.  Better still leave these aweful coffees and let's go back to
your place.'

   'Sounds Good!'



   Naked together on Roger's bed, Roger broke off their passionate kiss.

   'Have you ever been fucked, Harvey?'

   'Lord yes!'

   'I haven't.'

   'Want to try?'

   'Would you?  There's some oil under the pillow from last night.....'

   To be honest, Harvey would much rather have had Donny or Mark, but he
was now sure that pleasure would come in its good time, and as Roger knelt
with his head in the pillow there was no doubt his bum was nice and
muscular, good skin tone, and his back flawless and tanned.  There was the
added excitement of fucking a virgin.....

   And because Roger was a virgin Harvey prepared him with oily fingers
into his bum feeling for the prostate.  "Normal sized" he thought to
himself as he pressed against it, rubbed it, then pressed again in the
age-old movements of male anal massage.

   The result was equally inevitable with Roger telling him it felt good,
felt wonderful, felt awesome and, Jesus!  He was coming into the bedsheet.

   This was the moment!

   As Roger's orgasm subsided his anus was completely relaxed.  Harvey
pulled his fingers out, wiped the remaining oil on his cock, placed it over
Roger's anus and pushed.  The knob felt resistance, but then popped in and
the shaft slid in easily behind it till hairy thighs rested on smooth
buttocks.

   'Ok?'

   'Feels very full but doesn't hurt.  Not as good as your fingers
though....'

   'It will be!'

   And it was as Harvey pumped in and out with long, strong thrusts, hands
caressing those hard, masculine buns.

   Roger groaned, but it was pleasure, not distress.

   Harvey reached beneath and found Roger's cock still hard, sticky from
the recent cum but Harvey's oily fingers rubbed up and down it in the same
rhythm as his cock's petration, which was speeding up now.

   'God!  Harvey!  I never knew it could be so good.  no wonder the boys
want it so much!  You're banging aginst me just right and I think.....'

   Harvey speeded up with short, sharp thrusts his thighs slapping Roger's
arse and the noise echoing round the apartment.

   'Fuck!  I'm cumming again!'

   'Me too!'

   After they lay on their sides "spoons" with Harvey's cock still up the
ex-virgin, Harvey licking and kissing his lover's neck, his free hand
holding his lover's cock.

   In the shower, Harvey explained to Roger about anal douches, and they
sat at the computer while Roger ordered four, one each for himself and the
twins, and one too for Trish as he intended to have her arse, he said,
despite his newly-acquired knowledge that only males have the gland in
their rectum that gives pleasure in sex.

   Roger also invited Harvey and his children round Saturday night for
dinner and then all night, "A chance for us all to enjoy each other....  by
then Donny will be a convert too!"





   Seven o'clock on the dot and Harvey and his two children arrived,
introductions, handshakes that lasted just a bit longer than usual, sexual
tension in the air.

   Trish had got a heap of Chinese take-aways from Waitrose, and the
children took charge of the cooking, the boys running the microwave and the
girls looking after the oven.

   The table was set up so the two girls could sit together at one end,
opposite their daddies, and the boys along the third side, with the fourth
clear for the large number of little dishes.

   Dinner was over quickly: the kids were as eager as their daddies to get
down to some play.  The high point of the meal for Roger was feeling a foot
sneak up to his crotch and feel about, making his cock even stiffer than it
had been all meal looking at Beth's shoulder length blonde hair and
imagining those lovely little breasts which were making small mounds in her
tight, cotton top.  He reached under the table and grasped a foot, feeling
nylon stocking there.  It was Beth as Trish was bare-legged.  He held the
foot against his crotch a moment, and his eyes met hers: she smiled.

   The two men swallowed a viagra pill from Roger's store of them, and the
boys were given half of one each.



   The twins and Trish had been told what to do.

   Daddy wanted them to make a grand entrance together, wearing just the
minimum of underpants and knickers.  They would find their daddies
similarly near-naked.

   In her bedroom, Trish and Beth giggled as they undressed and compared
their bodies.

   'Your tits are nice!'

   'Yours, too, Beth.  I bet your daddy likes them.  Mine can't keep his
hands off mine.  Lips too!'

   'My daddy's the same....'

   Beth had no pubic hair at all.  'Daddy likes it completely bare so I wax
it away.  Yours looks nice though.  Let me feel....'

   'Yours looks even nicer like that, Beth.  I'd love to kiss you there. 
I've never done that....'

   'Nor have I and we should get a chance later, but we mustn't keep them
waiting: in any case I'm horny.'

   'This will make you even hornier: on your clit, just a dab.'

   It was her mummy's famous little pot of clit stimulant.  This was the
first time Trish had touched another girl's cunt: her own clit tingled as
she felt the silky, smooth mound, and Beth giggled as her new friend parted
her lips with one hand and dabbed her clit with the index finger of her
other hand.

   'That's nice....'

   'You wait!  It's wonderful stuff.  Now you put some on my clitty..... 
not much, just a little dab.  Don't worry: it doesn't taste!'

   'We're supposed to wear panties.'

   'I don't want to!'

   'Nor do I.  Give them a real eye-full.'



   As they passed the twins' room they could see the boys had stripped to
their little white y-fronts, and all five of them went to the living room,
where their daddies were sitting, each in a deep arm-chair, each stripped
to his boxer shorts.  Roger had dimmed the lights just a tad.

   They stood in the doorway.

   Roger caught Beth's eye and smiled.  Harvey beckoned to Trish.

   Not surprising the two men both chose little girls in preference to
little boys.  The girls were stunning: the boys were all beautiful, but for
much of their lives the men had been hetero, had even married, and it was
natural that these pert little breasts and slender young bodies should
fascinate them.  Who has not seen a just-nubile young girl in the first
flush of teenage beauty with firm breasts and still-boyish hips and not
lusted, not wished himself born into an age when it was normal for a man to
enjoy pleasures now forbidden?

   Forbidden, perhaps, but they were certainly going to enjoy these lovely
girls, and soon!

   Beth saunterered slowly over to Roger and sat in his lap, her arms
around his neck: she could feel his cock hard and bumpy under her bum.  She
had her face inches from his and Roger could see a soft sensuality in her
blue eyes, and she pursed her full lips in a sexually provocative pout.  He
kissed her and her arms tightened around his neck as her tongue penetrated
his mouth.  He had one hand on her breast, as delightful as Trish's, small
still, but silky smooth and firm, her little pink nipple erect under his
palm: apart from his daughter his experience of the female body was limited
to his ex-wife and the occasional whore.  But he knew that nothing in the
adult female could rival the shape, texture and above all firmness of a
teenage girl's breast.  He glanced over at his daughter and it crossed his
mind that little Beth's tits were more conical than Trish's rounded
"champagne glass" breasts, the nipples just as pink but slightly longer. 
He squeezed one gently and his cock twitched in sympathy.  His other hand
combed through the fine fleece of her pubic triangle, like her breasts
plump in contrast to the slender elegance of her limbs, and then ventured
down to her tight-closed cunt.  Her cunt lips were still hairless, but the
newness of that golden triangle was at least as sexy as his own daughter's
waxed whiteness.
The lips were closed, but seemed to open for him as his index finger
passed over them.  Her tongue entered his mouth again, as if in invitation

to him to penetrate her with that finger.

   Across the room, Trish already had Harvey's boxers off him and was just
sinking down on his cock, astride him, her arms too around his neck. 
Harvey had both hands under her arse helping her to rise and fondling her
as she sank down again on his cock.

   The three boys were a tangle of arms, legs, and slender bodies writhing
together on the settee, abandoned y-fronts scattered on the carpet in front
of it.  Roger watched as they sorted themselves out, and giggling at the
naughtiness and excitement of it arranged themselves in a classic threesome
kneeling on the carpet.  Young Ralph was in the middle, on all fours, hands
behind his back pulling his slender, white buttocks apart for Donny who
knelt behind him, cock erect and inches from that tender bottom.  Mark
already had his cock in their young visitor's mouth, and was slowly fucking
it, holding the boy's blonde head, his young lover's arms around Marks
hips, holding-on.  As his father watched, transfixed by the sexy scene,
Donny spat on his hand, wiped it on his cock, knelt closer, and pushed it
into the waiting anus, held almost open by their very-willing little guest.

   Beth gave his cock a squeeze as if to remind that she should be the
centre of hius attention, and broke clear of his embrace to start to pull
his boxer pants down.  Roger stood up to help her, and she gave a satisfyng
"Ooooh!" as his cock sprang clear and he stepped out of the pants around
his ankles.  She kissed his cock, and then, arms around his buttocks, she
let it slide between her lips.  But only for a moment as she let go and
sank back into the armchair, laying on her back with her legs wide apart.

   'Stop teasing me, Uncle Roger: you know what I want.'

   The naughty girl held her cunt open with both hands, the scarlet inner
lips shocking against the white of her pubes.

   'Oh!  You little darling!  I want too!'

   Roger shuffled forward on his knees till he was between her out-spread
legs, grasped each ankle and held them high, wide apart.  She grasped his
cock, rubbed it once up and down her open slit, placed it, and then sighed
as he pushed it in.

   Across the room Trish let all and sundry know she was coming by a stream
of panting squeaks, grunts, and Yes!  some rather un-lady-like words.

   Her brother Donny giggled and fucked the willing arse of his guest even
harder.

   Hardly noticed by his daddy whose cock was in heaven, held by a moist,
warm, vigorous young cunt, eager for cum; perhaps orgasms are catching,
because just as Trish was at her noisiest Beth came too.  For the first
time.

   Like Harvey, Roger managed to control his own excitement and as his
lovely partner's orgasm faded away he reverted to long, slow thrusts,
waiting until she started to build again.

   Across the room Harvey had turned his girl over on her belly and was
enjoying himself between the cheeks of her buttocks.  Roger could not see
whether his new friend was up her arse or her cunt, but assumed the latter
as he was walloping his cock into her very hard indeed and she was loving
it judging by the obscene encouragement and the wriggling and bouncing of
her bum, despite the weight of the adult shafting her.  Good luck to them,
whether cunt or arse-hole, Roger thought, as he turned his girl over on her
belly to enjoy her lovely, rounded and white bum.

   She was close to coming, and her cunt had tightened on his cock, tighter
now even than when he first entered her forcing the walls of her vagina to
open for his knob.  Unthinking he started to slap her buttocks playfully
with each thrust, and he heard an immediate echo from across the room as
Harvey followed suit, spanking his little squeeze too.

   'Jeez!  That's good.  Fuck me harder.  Oh yes!  Spank me too.  Fuck
that's good.' Her voice almost sung as she screamed to the room, 'Again! 
I'm cumming again....'

   The boys were temprarily finished, pulling cocks from arse and mouth and
giggling at the sight of their sister's ecstasy.

   Roger did not want to control it any more.....  young Ralph looked very
appetising with his still-hard cock (Donny and Mark had presumably cum, but
not their guest).  His bum dribbled a bit of cum down his thighs, and it
occurred to Roger that he would not need any lube when his turn came, as it
would in a moment or two: his son had opened and lubricated the anus that
now was hidden between two so-sexy buttocks.  Beth was quiet as Roger
finally allowed his cock to have its way and unload into her tight cunt.

   He looked up.  Harvey had finished too, and he and Trish were laying
together, motionless and inter-twined, half on the armchair and half off.
As Roger watched, Harvey slid off onto the carpet, his cock leaving Trish,
with a cunt-fart.

   The boys roared with laughter, and even Roger had to smile.



   Ten minutes later, sipping drinks and chatting quietly, the two girls
together, Harvey sitting on the settee between Donny and Mark, Roger
cuddling Ralph squashed against him in an armchair.

   The viagra was working and all the boys and the two men had hard cocks,
despite the earlier "wrestling"...



   Roger pulled the boy round and studied his face: it was a boy's beauty,
so different from Beth's or Trish's, but so lovely as the boy smiled,
pleased at being so obviously admired.  Roger felt the boy's small hand on
his cock, and reciprocated.  Ralph was stiff as well.  His face close to
Roger's now, the boy pursed his lips, obviously asking to be kissed.  Roger
responded, and the embrace was passionate with open mouths and tongues
fighting for possession of the other's mouth.

   As they kissed Roger stroked the boy everywhere his hands could reach,
and it crossed his mind that pre-teen boys had finer, silkier skin even
than his Trish, or Beth come to that.

   He whispered, 'Do you ever fuck your daddy, I mean fuck him....  I know
he fucks you?'

   'No!  I fuck Beth sometimes.  Often really.  But I've never done it to
daddy.'

   'Would you like to try on me, Ralph?'

   'Oh!  Can I?'

   'You'll sleep in my bed with me tonight, and you can try it then when
we're alone.  I'll like this up me.'

   He grasped the boy's cock: nearly five inches so it would be good, but
the pleasure would be more psychological than physical, Roger guessed. 
still, it would be good to introduce the boy to the full world of gay sex.

   'I haven't come yet...'

   The boy's voice was not a tone of complaining, more one of invitation.

   'They came in my mouth and up my bottom, but I didn't cum at all.'

   'Let's put that right then!'

   The boy was not circumcised and Roger rolled the skin back to expose the
pretty little knob before he leaned over and slipped his lips around it. 
The boy groaned, a little high-pitched sound, and Roger knelt on the carpet
between his wide-spread legs, without removing the knob from his mouth.  He
felt Ralph's hands on his head, and looked up, his eyes meeting the boy's
gaze.  The blue eyes seemed soft, welcoming, sultry, and the boy smiled as
slowly Roger allowed the slender, white shaft to slip between his lips
until his face pressed against the boy's near-hairless pubes.

   Hands feeling the boy's hips he bobbed up and down on the cock and then
let it slip from his lips: but only so he could lick the boy's hairless
ball-sack, feeling with his tongue the little balls inside the tight,
crinkly, white skin.  There was that scent of boy he knew so well from his
own twins, and he lifted one leg so he could kiss and lick the boy's anus,
tight-closed despite having been fucked just now.  He could taste boy-sex
as his tongue penetrated.

   But the boy's hands were trying to force his head back towards the hard
cock and Roger laughed, complying and now sucking hard while moving up and
down on it.  The boy's hands grasped his head even tighter and Roger's
mouth was filled with a squirt of his favourite nectar, hot boy-juice. 
Only one squirt, but the lad was not one of those who went sensitive, so
Roger could enjoy the last oozings.....and the fact that the boy stayed
stiff afterwards.  Viagra?  He wondered, or perhaps just the way these
teenagers and pre-teens were.



   Across the room the two girls were laying head-to-toe on the carpet and
enjoying a lesbian frolic, silent with mouths locked onto pussies.

   Roger looked for a moment or two, but then his eyes were drawn to the
male three-some.  Harvey was fucking little Mark.  Surprising really that
he had not chosen the blonde Donny, as most pedos would....  "pedos prefer
blondes"!  Roger realised that Harvey was well used to fucking a slender
blonde boy, his own son, and it would be an exciting change for him to have
the stoclier, dark-haired Mark.  Donny was waiting patiently his
viagra-fuelled turn, laying beside the couple and gently wanking his cock
while feeling Harvey's bum as it moved up and down.

   'You going to fuck me now, Uncle Roger?'

   'I certainly am, sweetie.  How do you like it?'

   'All ways.  You chose.'

   'I want your cute bottom, Ralph.  Kneel on the carpet with your chest in
the armchair.  Yes, like that.'

   The boy's bottom was so cute, still with the un-masculine chubbiness of
childhood, rounded buttocks, jutting provocatively in this classic
position. He spread them, a hand on each buttock, and looked again at the
boy's secret rose, pink now from its recent fucking by the twins.  The
contrast between that petalled flower and the pure whiteness of his crease
and buttocks was so pretty it just had to be kissed.  Roger leaned forward
to it, kneeling like a worshipper at the altar, and placed a wet kiss on
it. The boy giggled and wriggled his arse.

   'That tickles.  but it's nice.  Don't stop!'

   Tongue now, pointed and stiff to penetrate.  The boy sighed as Roger
rimmed him, tongue flicking in and out and round the anal sphincter: there
was a taste of boy.

   'Fuck me, Uncle.  Please!'

   A lube pump was within reach on the carpet and Roger spurted a blob onto
the rose: his own cock had so much pre-cum already it did not need lube
really, but after he had spread it over and into the boy he wiped his hand
on his own cock.  He pulled the boy's buttocks an inch higher, placed his
knob and pushed.

   It slipped in easily and was gripped immediately as the boy sighed his
comtentment.

   Roger thought to himself as he looked down on the boy's white bottom,
his cock now half embedded, and felt the tightness of that teenage male
pussy, and his thoughts were how he loved fucking little girls of course,
but a willing boy was utter paradise.  He pushed again and his cock
penetrated completely till his thighs were pressed against that cute
bottom. Ralph wriggled again, inviting more action than this, so Roger
fucked him with long, slow sweeps at foirst, but gradually increasing as
they both became more excited.

   'Harder now!  Faster.  Oh Yes!'

   Across the room both groups had cum and they watched as Roger gave the
boy what he wanted, hot and hard, until both came together and then
collapsed sideways, Roger's cock still inside that tight hole.



   'We're going to bed now, Donny, me and Uncle Harvey.'

   'You'll need a big bed then.  Better take my bed.  Goodnight Mark.  Have
fun!'

   'We are too, Beth and me.  Beth's got a strap-on.' Trish giggled.

   'Good job I got you a double bed then, sweetie.  Goodnight Trish.'



   'That just leaves us two, Ralph.  You remember you promised to fuck me?'

   'Oh yes.  I'm nice and hard still, and can't wait.....'



   FIN (for now)

























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