Perverts 'R' Us

Butterflies in the Woods

By Des Rathgit ( MM/b/g, pedo )

This story describes the seduction of a boy and his female cousin. 'Butterflies' are merely incidental.

"Hi Mum, I'm home", came an excited voice from young Mark Latham as he rushed in through the front door, looking forward to the summer holidays and leaving his father to bring his suitcase in from the car. Jasper, the family's standard poodle, sniffed him and then went mad after realizing that this was his friend whom he hadn't seen for ages.

"And how was your first term at boarding school?" asked his mother after Jasper had calmed down and she had delivered to Mark the required hug and kiss.

"Great," was the reply. "And best of all, there are no girls there. All my friends think girls are silly."

A knowing chuckle escaped his mother. Although he was 9 years old now, it wouldn't be long before he reached teenage, and then his opinions about girls would change rapidly. But for the time being, he was acting just like many boys of his age.

"Your uncle Joe has just re-married," she said, "and you now have a cousin Chris, who's a year younger than you. I hope the two of you will get on together, you'll be meeting the family this afternoon. Chris will be staying with us for a fortnight while Uncle Joe and Auntie Eileen go away on honeymoon."

Mark was mildly interested. "I expect we'll be able to have some fun together," he said. "What time will they be here?"

"Just after lunch, and it's in the oven now, ready for a hungry boy. Go up to your room and unpack your things, your Dad has taken the suitcase up for you. Since yours is the only available room, Chris will have to share your room and your big bed with you. You won't mind that too much, will you?"

"So long as he doesn't snore too loudly. OK, Mum, I'll go and change. I can't wait to get out of this school uniform."

In his bedroom, Mark carefully unpacked his case, placing the most important items on the dressing table. He stood back and surveyed a motley collection: a small pocket radio, a pack of playing cards with a picture of a pop music star on the cover, a wad of pop star pictures and various small treasures. He dressed in "civilian" clothes, washed his hands and went downstairs to feed Jasper and then himself.

Afterwards, he went outside into the garden to play ball with Jasper. He was so busy that he didn't hear the doorbell ring; neither did he hear the excited voice of his new cousin. It was only when he went indoors that he noticed his Uncle Joe with his new wife Eileen. "Haven't seen you and Harry for months, Clare!" said Joe to Mark's Mum. But what amazed Mark most of all was the presence of a young girl.

"Hi Mark, I'm Christine," she said, "but everyone except my Mum calls me Chris."

Mark was still staring, open-mouthed. When he finally recovered, he said, "But you're a girl!"

"Well son, that school of yours hasn't dulled your powers of observation," said Harry with a smile. "Didn't Mum tell you that Chris was coming?"

"Yes, but I thought the name Chris was short for Christopher," he said. Then he noticed Chris's downcast expression and realised that he had upset her badly; she had obviously been looking forward to meeting him. He decided to make amends by inviting her to see his collection of pop-star pictures. She eagerly agreed and they both ran upstairs.

The children had been quiet for half an hour and Clare decided that there might be something wrong, so she quietly went upstairs to check on them. They were intently studying an array of photos on the floor, all of various pop-music stars.

"How about you two taking Jasper for a walk?" she suggested.

"OK Mum," said Mark, and he and Chris started to collect up the pictures from the floor. "I bet he's ready for it."

He fetched Jasper's lead and the two of them headed off into the nearby woods. "This is his favourite walk," said Mark. "Other dogs come walking here, and he's always sniffing for their scent."

After a while, they reached a small building which Mark knew was the public toilets.

"Oh good," said Chris, "I need to go."

She ran along the boardwalk to the door marked 'Ladies', but it was locked, with a notice stating that there was a plumbing fault inside, and that the Gents was the only facility available.

"We'll both go in and I'll keep a lookout for you," said Mark

"Thanks, you're a pal," replied Chris. She went in to the only stall and closed the door, which promptly swung open again.

"Oh, it won't shut!" she exclaimed. "What if someone comes in?"

"I'll stand and guard the door," replied Mark.

"You won't look, will you?" asked Chris anxiously.

"I'd like to, but I won't."

So Chris removed her knickers and performed her act of urination. When she had replaced her knickers in the correct position, she said "Ready!"

Mark decided he wanted to pee as well, so he went to the urinal and undid his zipper. He noticed Chris watching, but instead of glaring at her, he smiled. "You can look if you want to," he told her.

She was fascinated. It was the first penis she had ever seen because she, like Mark, went to a single-sex boarding school.

"I'm sorry I didn't let you see me," she said when he had finished. "Would you like to look at my willy now?"

Just as she said it, they heard the sound of footsteps approaching on the boardwalk, so they scooted out of the door, to be met with a surprised expression from the two men entering. Chris decided to justify her presence in the Gents toilet, and explained about the problem in the Ladies.

The two children collected Jasper from his sniffing area and continued on their walk through the woods. They came shortly to a clump of bushes, which Jasper investigated thoroughly. Following him, they saw that it was a small clearing with bushes all around, so they decided to sit on the grass.

"Can I see your twinkle now?" asked Mark. "I've never seen between a girl's legs."

Chris removed her knickers, lay back and opened her legs wide.

"Gosh, it's a lot different from mine," said Mark with great interest. "Can I touch it?"

By way of answer, Chris held his hand and moved it until his fingers were touching her little slit. "Stroke it up and down," she said. "That's what I do and it feels nice."

Mark did as bidden, and noticed that her snatch was starting to become moist.

"Oh, are you going to wee on me?" he asked in alarm.

"No, it always does that when I stroke it, but your hand on it feels much nicer than mine. Can I see yours again?"

Without further ado, Mark undid his zipper and extracted a hard three inches of boy-cock.

"Why is it bigger than before?" asked Chris. "It was only little when we were in the toilets."

"It gets like that sometimes. Do you want to touch it?"

Carefully, Chris held his penis between thumb and forefinger. She squeezed it gently and said, "Oh, it's ever so hard, but the outside's soft."

"Pull back the skin," suggested Mark. "It feels nice when you touch it."

So Chris slowly pulled the little foreskin back, uncovering a shiny helmet with a small hole at the end. "Is that where the wee comes out?" she asked.

"That's right," replied Mark. "Touch the end gently, it's very sensitive."

They were so engrossed in what they were doing that they didn't hear the approach of the two men they had seen at the toilets. "Well well, what have we here?" boomed an adult voice. "Playing Doctor, are we?"

Startled, Mark and Chris tried to cover up. Chris closed her legs and pulled her skirt down, and Mark pulled up his zipper hastily, just managing to avoid a nasty accident.

"What do you think we should do, Jim," asked the man with the booming voice.

"I'm not sure, Simon. I think the police ought to be told."

Both the children started to cry. "Our parents will kill us," sniffed Mark. "They'll never let us out again."

"Well, it shouldn't be as bad as that. I think Jim and I should join in the fun that you two seem to be having. What are your names?"

After the introductions, both men undid their zips and produced cocks which to the children appeared enormous, but in fact were more or less average in dimensions. They both sat down next to the children; Simon lifted Chris's skirt and Jim undid Mark's zipper, removing his tiny tool from its hiding place.

"I think your pants are in the way," said Jim, "Let's take them off so that I can see your little dick properly."

Jim removed Mark's pants, then his jockeys, displaying a small cock with a scrotum below containing two baked-bean sized testicles. "This is lovely," he said. "I think my mouth is the best place for it."

With that, Jim started sucking Mark's penis, including his little scrotum, sending Mark into sexual heaven. Chris watched with amazement; she had never even dreamt that something like this could happen. Then she felt a hand on the inside of her thigh, with the fingers moving towards her snatch. She looked down and saw that Simon's penis was almost touching the outside of her thigh. He grasped her hand and closed it around his penis, moving it up and down along the length. She was blushing furiously, but she was also interested. Simon noted the change of expression on her face, and whispered, "Kiss the end, Chris. It won't bite."

She did as she was bidden, and Simon groaned in pleasure. "Oh, have I hurt you?" asked Chris.

"No, it feels lovely," said Simon. "Put out your tongue and lick it."

Chris rather gingerly licked the helmet, noting with surprise that it didn't taste bad.

"That's great, love. Now put it in your mouth and suck it like Jim's doing to Mark."

Now Mark was being sucked by Jim and Simon by Chris. Simon decided that Jim needed a bit of extra stimulation, so he removed his cock from Chris's mouth, moved over to Jim and started sucking his penis. Chris had been enjoying her sucking action, so she resumed without being bidden. The next few minutes saw a bizarre bisexual suck-chain.

Simon was the first to surface, being on the verge of ejaculating. He removed his mouth from Jim and his penis from Chris' mouth, pulled her towards him and buried his head between her legs. His long tongue was searching for her clitoris, and when he found it he started sucking on it. This gave Chris the shock of her life; she didn't even know of the existence of the highly-sensitive little nubbin at the top of her snatch, and now that it was being stimulated it felt as though the angels were smiling on her.

Sensing her pleasure, Simon started to probe her vagina with his finger. He spread her legs as far as they would go and stroked the outside of her vaginal entrance. With another finger he stroked her anus, causing her to gasp once again. "Oh, that feels wonderful," she said breathlessly.

Simon was concentrating so hard on Chris that he didn't notice Mark approaching until he felt a mouth closing over his glans. Mark had been watching what Chris was doing when she sucked Simon, so he decided to try for himself. His hand grasped Simon's shaft and wanked it up and down as he sucked on the helmet. This proved too much for Simon and he ejaculated into Mark's mouth, causing Mark to gag while attempting to swallow the semen which invaded his throat. He managed most of it, but some spilled out and flowed over Simon's hairy scrotum.

Chris was by now almost in a trance with pleasure, and when Simon stopped what he was doing she lay recovering for a short while. Jim noticed this, and moved over to her, putting his organ to her lips. "Suck me off, love," he said.

Chris didn't know what that meant, but she did understand that she was required to suck Jim's penis, and gladly complied. Jim grasped Mark's little penis and wanked it to erection, then bent down and sucked it again. Jim's pleasure while doing this was such that he soon felt the sap rising and he sprayed a large volume of semen into Chris' throat. Chris had difficulty in taking all of it, as had Mark; some spilled out and anointed the ground on which they were lying.

When both men had recovered their strength, they decided that it was time to go. "We'll be coming this way tomorrow," said Simon. "We'd like to continue our little adventure." The children had been enjoying the time of their lives, and gladly agreed.

Jasper had been lying down during all this action, completely oblivious to the excitement around him, which Mark noticed with some concern. He picked up Jasper's lead and the two children headed home. When they arrived, Mark pointed out Jasper's listlessness to his Dad, who took one look at Jasper and said, "It's the vet for you tomorrow if you don't perk up, my lad."

When bath and bedtime approached, Clare suggested that the two children might like to bath together, the better to appreciate each other. Mark didn't want to risk Chris saying the wrong thing and giving away their secret of the afternoon, and so he said, "But that means she'll see me undressed!"

Clare replied that it wouldn't do two young children any harm to see each other's naked bodies, and insisted that they bath together. Chris didn't raise any objection, giving Clare the opinion that she wouldn't be embarrassed. They undressed in the bathroom with a little smile, and climbed into the bath. Clare then proceeded to wash them, and noted that Mark's penis remained in a flaccid state. She didn't know that it was because Mark was deliberately thinking about Jasper, pop stars, tomorrow's breakfast, and in fact anything that would take his mind off the little snatch that he had played with earlier in the day. Chris could and did think about Mark's little reproductive organs, but of course she didn't show any visible sign of arousal. She asked Clare why Mark's groin area looked so different from hers, to which Clare replied, "You'll find out a lot more about that in a few years' time."

When they had dried off, they donned their night-clothes and jumped into bed. Harry came upstairs to read them a story and settle them down to sleep. Just before he put the light out, Mark asked him the same question as Chris had asked Clare earlier, to which Harry gave the same answer - "When you're a bit older." Then he went downstairs and mentioned Mark's question to Clare. She replied that Chris had asked the same question, and surmised that tonight the children would probably be experimentally touching each other's privates.

"You engineered this, didn't you?" Harry asked with a smile. "Do you want them to play that way?"

"I think it would do them no harm at all," replied Clare.

Upstairs, Mark and Chris were indeed playing with each other's privates, but to a much greater extent than either Harry or Clare would have expected. They were lying, 69-fashion, sucking and licking each other's pudenda and enjoying every minute of it. Although neither was able to reach an orgasm, they continued until they were both tired of it, then two little heads lay on the pillows and were soon fast asleep, cuddling each other.

*

The next morning, Jasper was still listless and remained in his basket. Harry made an appointment with the vet for early afternoon and was advised that Jasper might have to stay for a few days for them to monitor his condition. This caused the children a problem, as they wanted to meet Simon and Jim again. Mark solved it by fetching his "Field Guide to Butterflies" and telling his parents that they had seen some interesting butterflies the previous day and would like to go there again to find some more. This suited Harry and Clare, who decided that they would go shopping after delivering Jasper to the vet.

Mark and Chris went to the same place in the woods at the same time and found Jim and Simon waiting for them. Simon suggested that they all went to his house, so as to avoid the possibility of being caught with their pants down, so to speak. The children thought this was a good idea and happily followed the two adults. Once there, they wasted no time in climbing the stairs to the bedroom. Once there, all four undressed, and the men showed their appreciation of two beautiful little birthday-suits by erecting immediately. The children noticed and stared in fascination - neither had ever seen a man undressed, let alone with a penis pointing towards the ceiling.

They placed the children on the bed and then joined them. Jim had taken a fancy to Mark's little package, and started sucking as he had the previous day. This time, his finger played with the little brown anus, stroking it gently and then raising Mark's legs to gain entrance for his tongue to the hole. Inserting the tip of his tongue, he caused Mark to gasp with pleasure.

Meanwhile, Simon was performing a similar exercise on Chris's nether regions, sucking on her clitoris and licking her vaginal entrance. This time, his tongue made its way down to her anus, with the result that Chris was so excited that she cried out. Simon warned her that too much noise might result in a visit from a nosy neighbour, and advised her to tone down her excited vocal chords.

Soon, Simon decided that the time had come to extend operations. He asked them, "Do you know what the word 'fuck' means?"

"That's a word I'm not allowed to say," replied Chris.

"Yes, it's a dirty word," agreed Mark, "but I'm not sure what it means, although I did hear once that it's something about making babies."

"You're pretty close there, Mark," replied Simon. "although it's not only for making babies. Chris has a little hole when she pees from that is also used for fucking to make babies when she's older. It's a bit small at this age, but it's not impossible to get a cock in there. You should try it."

So Mark moved over to Chris; Simon asked her to kneel with her bottom high and her shoulders low. Then he held Mark's penis between finger and thumb and placed it in the correct position at her vaginal entrance. "Push it in," he said quietly.

Mark pushed, and his little helmet entered the holy-of-holies hole. He could only manage to penetrate about an inch before his thighs were tight against Chris's buttocks, but Chris sighed with pleasure at her first penetration. Jim, watching intently, expressed surprise that even Mark's little cock was able to enter past her hymen, and wondered if she had put anything in there previously.

"Only my bicycle saddle by accident," volunteered Chris. "It happened three months ago and Mum took me to the doctor to see if I had damaged anything. He just said that I had lost my hymen, and I thought he was talking about hymns in church."

The two men had a good laugh about that one, the more so because Chris was serious, rather than making a joke.

"No, Chris, what he meant was that the covering of skin over your vaginal entrance had been torn away by hard contact with the saddle. That can easily happen. Did it bleed?"

"Yes, that's what worried me, and also Mum when she saw it."

"Well, it's something that all women go through at some time in their lives anyway, with the possible exception of Nuns, who vow to remain celibate." He didn't bother to explain the meaning of that word. "Now you have lost your virginity to Mark."

Then Jim went on to explain that boys as well as girls can enjoy being fucked. The two children were puzzled by that remark, and Mark asked, "But I don't have a vagina like Chris does, how can I be fucked?"

"Chris has two holes between her legs and you have one," replied Jim. "Now do you know what I'm talking about?"

The penny dropped; Mark asked, "Oh, do you mean my bottom?"

"That's right," replied Jim.

"But that's where we poo from," cried Mark. "Won't it be disgusting?"

"Oh no," replied Jim. "It's very pleasurable. It might hurt a little bit at first, but when you get used to it, it feels wonderful. I was about your age when I first experienced it, and I've loved it ever since."

Simon went into the bathroom and fetched a large tube of KY lubricating jelly. On his way out of the bedroom, he suggested that Jim should position the two children ready for buggery.

Jim told the two children to adopt the same position as when Mark had fucked Chris, the better to expose their little brown puckers. This they did, and when Simon reappeared he anointed both holes with a liberal coating of KY. Then he smeared some on his own helmet and also on Jim's, ready for the action of the day. Two helmets came into contact with two brown rings, and the fun began. Chris immediately cried out that it hurt, but Simon told her to try to push his cock out as though she was doing a big poo; that would relax her anal sphincter and allow his penis to enter. Mark noted this advice and acted on it also. Before long, each sphincter had closed around a penetrating glans, and progress began slowly, in an inch, out half an inch and so on toward the ultimate goal of full penetration.

Simon and Chris achieved this first, as Simon's penis was slightly thinner than Jim's. When he reached rock-bottom, he rested there to allow Chris to get used to the feeling. When he started to withdraw, she called out in alarm, "Oh, don't take it out. I'm enjoying it, although it makes me feel as though I want to poo."

"I'll take it out just for a second," said Simon. "I want you to turn over on to your back."

This she did, and Simon then re-inserted without difficulty into the expanded anus. While buggering her, he was able to diddle her clitoris with one finger and to insert another finger in her vagina. She was writhing and groaning in ecstasy, and as Simon was pumping his piston in and out her anal sphincter was contracting involuntarily. This gave an unexpected boost to Simon's pleasurable feeling, and he was unable to prevent himself ejaculating a large volume of semen into the deepest reaches of her bowels. He collapsed, exhausted, on top of her, and only managed to prevent himself crushing her by taking his weight on his elbows and knees.

While Chris was receiving Simon's penis, Mark's back passage was entertaining Jim's. Jim reached underneath Mark and found his little erect penis. He peeled back the foreskin, licked his fingers thoroughly, and then traced little lines over Mark's glans. Mark's excitement was manifest as he bucked and wriggled, putting a hand on Jim's buttock to pull him in further. Jim responded by completing the insertion so that his pubic hairs were tickling Mark's bottom and scrotum, then he pumped in and out, increasing the pleasure of the moment for Mark. As it was for Chris, the extra sensations caused his anal sphincter to contract and release rhythmically, enhancing Jim's desire to a state in which he couldn't avoid ejaculating. He began pumping his semen into Mark's rectum; Mark felt it and reacted by squeezing his sphincter even more. Jim had never experienced a hole so tight, and his pumping grew harder with each constriction of Mark's sphincter.

Eventually, Jim's store of semen was exhausted, as was Jim. He lay on Mark's back and whispered, "Mark, that was the best fuck I've ever had. Even my wife isn't that good, and she was the best until today. I doubt if I'll ever enjoy her as much as I've enjoyed you."

Mark was very happy with this compliment and he turned his head round and kissed Jim on the lips. Then the two children decided to make their way home, and wanted to come back the next day for more sexual fun. Simon suggested that they both sit on the toilet to expel the semen they had been given, to avoid some awkward explanation if it leaked out on to their underwear. This the children did, and then they dressed and went home after Mark had retrieved his butterfly book.

When they reached home, they found that Harry and Clare were just arriving from their shopping trip.

"Jasper has picked up a virus from somewhere," said Harry, "He has to stay in the vet's hospital until it's cleared up. The virus could easily be passed to other dogs, and we could have an epidemic."

Mark excitedly told his parents about the butterflies they had 'seen' that afternoon, and the two wanted to go back there the next day. Clare said that she would make some sandwiches for them, so that they could spend the whole day there if they wished.

That night in bed, Mark and Chris practised the activities of the afternoon, and Chris decided that she preferred it in her bottom rather than her vagina. But she sucked Mark's little cocklet, and when he reached a juvenile climax, Chris asked him, "Was that because I was sucking you?"

"Yes," replied Mark. "Do you want me to lick your willy?"

"Oh yes please," said Chris excitedly. "I loved it when the men did it."

Mark lay between her legs and started licking her vaginal entrance. "Go up a bit higher," asked Chris. "There's a little thing at the top of my willy and it feels lovely when it's licked."

Mark managed to find her clitoris, and soon she was quivering with pleasure as it was being stimulated. Her juices started to flow, and Mark licked at them but wasn't too keen on the taste.

After a while, they were both tired and they drifted off to sleep. During the night, Clare lifted the bedclothes to check for any sexual activity and she whispered to Harry, "They have been doing something, the little sex-maniacs!" and both giggled.

*

The next day Mark duly collected a pack of sandwiches and his butterfly book, then the two set off towards the woods, again diverting to Simon's house after they were out of sight of home. They were welcomed by Simon, who suggested that they should eat the sandwiches later, then he took them upstairs for another session of sexual excitement.

Jim was waiting on the bed, and all four undressed again as the previous day. Jim told Chris that she was going to be fucked in her vagina today, and she replied that she much preferred it in her bottom.

"Oh, you will love it in your pussy," said Jim. "The only reason you didn't have lovely sensations yesterday is because Mark's cock is very small. When you have a full-sized cock in there it will feel wonderful, and when you're used to that, you can have one in your pussy and one in your bottom at the same time."

Chris was a little dubious about that, but Simon dismissed her fears by saying, "Women have that sort of thing all the time." Then he showed her a picture in a porno magazine of a woman receiving a double penetration with a wide (but probably faked) smile on her face. "If you suck Mark at the same time, you will have all three holes filled."

Simon and Jim had previously decided that, as Simon's penis was slightly thinner than Jim's, Simon would be the one to complete the deflowering of Chris's pussy. He lay down on his back and told Chris to squat over him so that she could make the entrance at her own pace. This she did, then Jim grasped Simon's penis, gave it a quick suck, smeared a liberal dose of KY on the glans and presented it to Chris's vagina. He pressed down gently on Chris's back and told her to lower herself slowly. While she did this, he stroked her anus with the finger that was covered with KY, and then he slowly inserted the finger. With his other hand he stroked the shaft of Simon's penis and caressed his scrotum. As he was doing this, he felt Mark's tongue on his helmet and he moved slightly to give Mark better access, whereupon Mark began sucking.

Chris slowly impaled herself on Simon's penis. When her buttocks rested on his thighs she said proudly "It's in all the way. Now I've been fucked". Simon pulled her little body down to rest on his chest and slowly stroked her spine, making her quiver with the new sensation. He started pumping in and out to massage her vaginal walls, but he went slowly so as to avoid ejaculating too soon.

"Time for your entrance, Jim," he said. Jim knelt behind Chris and touched his glans to her now well-lubricated anus. Just to be careful, he applied more lubricant to the area of connection, and then he pushed in gently. Mark watched this procedure with fascination. As Jim's shaft disappeared fully into Chris's rectum, he placed a finger on Jim's anus, which was something he had never done before.

"Good on yer, kid," remarked Jim. "Put some KY on your finger and push it right in."

Mark did so, and with his other hand he massaged Jim's scrotum. This, combined with the pleasure of Chris's rectum on his helmet, the pressure of her anal sphincter on his shaft and his own thrusting in and out, was enough to send Jim over the edge, and he started to ejaculate bucketfuls of semen into Chris's bowels. His thrusts were such that Simon's penis was considerably stimulated, causing him to ejaculate at the same time. Chris was thus treated not only to a double penetration, but a double ejaculation. She felt as though the world could end at that moment and she would die happy. She would have liked to suck Mark at the same time, but he was busy at the other end.

Simon and Jim needed a few minutes to recover their senses, and while they lay there quietly, their organs slowly deflated and slipped out of the respective holes. "Go and fetch a towel from the bathroom, Mark" said Simon. "Chris is soon going to have semen dripping out of both holes, and I don't want it to go on the bedclothes."

Mark did so, and placed it under Chris's snatch. He was just in time, as a big blob of semen fell out of her vagina. He dipped his finger into it and tasted it; it tasted nice, but slightly different from the first day when he had received Simon's ejaculate directly in his mouth. Simon pointed out that it was now mixed with Chris's vaginal secretions. Then another blob appeared from Chris's anus, but Mark decided against sampling it because of where it had just come from.

Simon decided that Chris would be better sitting on the toilet to expel the rest of the semen from bowels and vagina. She was still almost comatose, so he carried her to the toilet, sat her down and stroked the outer lips of her vulva to induce the expulsion process. At the same time, he kissed her lips, opened her mouth and touched his tongue to hers in a first example of french-kissing. She liked this and put her arms round his neck, then she whispered, "I love you so much. You're kind and gentle."

Simon pulled some paper from the toilet roll and started to wipe Chris's holes. He assumed that there was probably still some semen left in both, but it would either be absorbed or else it would creep out in the next few hours. He lifted her up, turned her round and licked both of her lovely little holes, giving her a quick jolt of pleasure.

While the two of them were in the toilet, Jim was sucking Mark's penis in the bedroom. He was concerned that Mark had not received much in the way of sexual attention today, and told him that when the two men had recovered completely, they would be fucking him again. He smiled in anticipation.

*

They all dressed and went down to the kitchen to have some lunch. Simon thought it would be better if the children ate the sandwiches Clare had made for them, although they were welcome to share with the men if they preferred. They were satisfied with the sandwiches, and Simon provided a drink and some sweets for after.

Then it was time for the second helping of sex. Upstairs to the bedroom again, and all undressed. Jim had decided on the configuration of bodies for this session: Chris was to lie on her back with Mark on top of her, 69-fashion. While Chris and Mark were having a 69, Simon would bugger Mark, Jim would fuck Chris and Chris would suck Mark's cock. They adopted his idea, and after Mark's anus had been well lubricated he received Simon's penis deep in his bowels. At the same time, Jim was pumping in and out of Chris while Mark was licking her clitoris. Now and again, Jim removed his penis from Chris's vagina and presented it to Mark's mouth, so that the two children were receiving maximum penetration and stimulation.

Simon looked down at Chris and stroked her cheek. She removed her mouth from Mark's penis and smiled to Simon. Simon reached under Mark and wanked his penis briefly before presenting it to Chris's mouth again. He reached between his own legs to gain access to Mark's scrotum, which he stroked gently as his penis was pumping in and out of Mark's anus.

Soon, Simon declared that he was ready to shoot his sperm into Mark, and Jim decided to inject his own into Mark's throat. Mark started sucking hungrily, making Jim rise to his climax. As Jim was spraying semen into Mark's throat, Simon was squirting another load into his bowels. Chris sucked Mark's penis even harder, and Mark almost fainted with pleasure. He had never known a feeling such as this, and thought he never would again.

*

When it was time for the children to go home, Mark retrieved his butterfly book, which Simon noticed. Simon declared himself to be a bit of an authority on butterflies, and he and Mark discussed the species to be found in the woods nearby.

Then Mark had an idea. "How about my telling Mum and Dad that we met you while we were chasing butterflies, and you told us more about them. That way we could come to your house and do this more often."

Simon thought that it was a brilliant idea and said, "actually, we were about to look for butterflies the first time we met you two. It's a strange world we live in, isn't it?"

The children made their way home, and on the way they decided that there would be many more 'butterfly walks' before Chris went back to her own home. Mark knew that he would miss her badly, but he also knew that he would be seeing her again, and might even interest her in real butterflies.

*

End of story. If this makes the reader want to look for butterflies, well and good. But if it persuades someone to try the other features in this story, a place awaits him in the segregation wing of one of our prisons.