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