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A Boy's Fulfilment
by Des Rathgit (desrathgit88@googlemail.com)

***

This story describes the awakening of a boy's sexual desires, his 
mother assisting, also of another boy and a girl. (Fbbg, extreme-
ped, 1st, oral, anal)

***

Author Note: The usual disclaimers apply - everything you read 
between here and the final words is total fiction, being the 
product of an imagination which I'm sure would not be appreciated 
by the "moral minority", censors of all colours, or the Thought 
Police. Assuming you are none of the above, please keep your open 
mind and read on...

***

I was watching a Saturday match at the cricket club in a town a 
few miles from my home; I preferred this particular club ground 
because I could watch while sitting in my car, which was much more 
comfortable than the hard wooden benches next to the club-house. 
It was also quieter, as the local supporters tended to become 
rather noisy when lubricated with multiple cans of lager. My wife 
Sarah had accompanied me to the town to go shopping, leaving me to 
enjoy the game by myself.

After completion of the first innings, there was a 40-minute break 
while the teams had tea and sandwiches, or perhaps beer and curry. 
I decided to walk into the nearby shopping centre for want of 
something better to do, and when I arrived there I needed to have 
a pee, so I went to the public toilets. I was just about to enter 
when a small ginger-haired boy was ejected from the building with 
some force, inevitably crying his eyes out. 

I asked him what was wrong and he told me that he was desperate to 
pee, but there were three boys in there and one of them had told 
him to get out. I suggested that he could come in with me, holding 
my hand and addressing me as 'Uncle Joe'. His tears subsided, he 
told me his name, Darren Whiting, his age, 8, then he took my hand 
and we went in.

As soon as the biggest of the three boys saw Darren, he said, "I 
told you to get out, Ginger-Nut," and tried to grab Darren's hair 
with his left hand, but I just held the offending hand and slowly 
crushed it. The boy cried out in pain while his two friends 
watched in alarm. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a 
flick-knife, threatening me with it. I let go of Darren's hand and 
grabbed the boy's right hand, enclosing the flick-knife and slowly 
crushing that hand as well. I could see his blood dripping from 
it, and when the boy also saw the blood he started crying. 

"Look at your big tough pal, he's crying like a baby," I said to 
the other two boys; they looked disgusted and walked out of the 
toilet. I released the boy's left hand and prised the fingers of 
his right so that he dropped the knife; when I released his right 
hand he ran out of the building. I picked up the knife carefully 
with my handkerchief, closed the blade and put it in my pocket.

Meanwhile, Darren had been peeing; he finished and I asked him to 
wait while I did the same. I noticed that he was watching my cock, 
but decided not to do anything about it. While I was peeing, I 
asked him what he was doing in the town, and he replied, "Nothing 
much, I'm just hanging around, waiting for my Mum to finish work."

He told me that his mother worked at a large department store in 
the town. He usually went to a friend's house on Saturdays but 
this week his friend was away on holiday and his Mum hadn't known 
about it; she assumed that Darren was with his friend. The school 
summer term had just ended and he wasn't sure what he was going to 
do with himself during the working week.

I decided to go and speak to Mrs Whiting to advise her of the 
situation that Darren had endured. It occurred to me that if the 
bully-boy saw him again, Darren might be in danger; boys that 
carried flick-knives were unlikely to give in so easily. We left 
the toilet building and walked to the department store, where I 
asked to speak to Mrs Avril Whiting. She was paged and when she 
appeared she was more than somewhat surprised to see Darren with a 
stranger. I recounted the events of our meeting, and I could see 
the consternation on her face - she was thinking along the same 
lines as I was and was worried for Darren's safety. 

I took the flick-knife from my pocket, asked for a plastic bag, 
enclosed the knife in the bag and suggested that she call the 
police. I pointed out to her that the only set of fingerprints on 
the knife would belong to the bully-boy, and that if his prints 
and/or DNA were on record they could probably identify him. I was 
happy to explain the events if required by the police.

Then I told Avril about Darren's friend being away, and she looked 
even more concerned that Darren had just been hanging around the 
town for the day. I suggested that I could look after him until 
she finished work, that I could take him with me to watch the 
cricket match, and maybe interest him in the game. Her gratitude 
was almost overwhelming; we exchanged addresses and phone numbers 
and she said she would ring me on my mobile phone when she 
returned home. She was glad that Darren would have something to do 
and someone to keep him safe for the rest of the afternoon. 

We returned to the cricket ground; as we walked, he slipped his 
hand into mine with a happy smile. The first thing I did when we 
arrived at the club-house was to buy two plates of chips and 
drinks. Darren obviously hadn't eaten since breakfast, and he was 
ravenous. When we finished the meal, I bought us both an ice cream 
and we returned to the car to watch the match. I decided to sit in 
the front passenger seat and asked Darren if he wanted to sit in 
the driver's seat.

"I'd much rather sit on your lap, Uncle Joe," he said; by way of 
reply, I lifted him into the position he requested. He rested his 
head on my shoulder and we both watched the game. I had to explain 
the action to him; he was obviously interested, to the extent that 
he cheered loudly when a batsman hit a six.

Just before Darren finished his ice cream he managed to spill some 
on his lap. I fetched a tissue from the glove-box and wiped it 
away; as I did so, I noticed that he was sporting a little 
erection immediately under the ice-cream spot. I decided to act as 
though surprised and asked him, "What's that in your pocket?"

He giggled and replied, "That's not something in my pocket, it's 
my willy."

"Why is it stiff then?"

"Because I like you touching it."

I gave it a little squeeze and he giggled and said, "That feels 
nice. Do it again."

At that moment, a spectator walked past the front of the car. 
Although she was looking at the match and away from our direction, 
I decided that a repeat of that particular action might be 
dangerous. Instead, I loosened Darren's belt and slipped my hand 
inside his trousers to caress his penis directly. He responded by 
closing his eyes and opening his legs, so I reached behind me and 
fetched a jacket from the back seat, covering Darren's lap with 
it. 

I undid his zipper so that I could expose his penis under the 
jacket. When I retracted the foreskin with one hand and stroked 
his glans with the other, he said, "Oh, that's a lovely feeling." 
His little cock grew as hard as a piece of wood; I continued 
stroking the rigid two-inch digit, and received the expected sigh 
of satisfaction.

After a while I noticed that he had fallen asleep and his erection 
had subsided, so I removed my hands from his crotch and continued 
to watch the cricket match. While I was watching, my wife phoned 
and told me that she was walking towards the cricket ground and 
wanted to know where I was parked. I hurriedly awoke Darren and 
dressed him properly, then moved over to the driver's seat and 
asked Darren to sit in the rear seats. When my wife arrived, I 
explained the afternoon's events to her; she was as angry as I was 
at the sheer nastiness that some children could display to others. 
"I don't doubt that the bully-boy will be a drug gang member 
before long, if he's not already," she said.

My wife introduced herself to Darren as 'Auntie Sarah', and was 
quite happy to sit in the car chatting to Darren while I watched 
the match. We waited until Avril phoned to say she had arrived 
home, then we drove to Darren's house and were invited in by his 
mother; I performed the required introduction. Avril admitted that 
she was actually Miss Whiting; she had never been married and 
didn't know who Darren's father was, having had her drink spiked 
at her university graduation party and finding herself pregnant 
shortly afterwards. 

I reflected that if this had occurred fifty years ago or even 
less, Darren would probably have been ostracised when an unfeeling 
local community discovered that he was a bastard child. 
Fortunately such a situation was now so commonplace that Darren's 
legitimacy was never considered. Sarah shared my opinion that 
Darren was just a person in his own right, and his legal status 
was of no more concern than was his ginger hair.

Avril told us that following my suggestion she had contacted the 
police about the incident in the toilets, and that I would 
probably receive a visit from an officer later that evening. She 
went to the kitchen to make us all a cup of coffee, and while she 
was away Darren decided to sit on my lap. Sarah smiled when she 
saw this, and she remarked that Darren seemed to need a father 
figure - maybe I was the elected one. Darren smiled, turned to 
face me, and said brightly "Hallo Daddy!" which resulted in 
laughter from the three of us. 

When Avril returned with the drinks and wanted to know what the 
laughter was about, Sarah told her that Darren now had a new 
father. Avril was interested, and when I suggested that we could 
perhaps look after Darren sometimes during the long school holiday 
she jumped at the chance. She had been trying to find a child-
minder, but the only ones she could find at a reasonable price 
were on the local council estate, and she was concerned about the 
environment there.

The fact that we lived a few miles away precluded daily visits, so 
Sarah thought that a week's 'holiday' with us might be a good 
starting point, if Avril could bear losing Darren for that long. 
When she looked doubtful, I suggested that we all return to our 
home so that she could see where Darren would sleep and what he 
would be doing while he was with us; Avril agreed, and we drove 
home. 

There she had a tour of our house and garden, the local children's 
playground in a beautiful public park, and various other 
facilities which were missing in her home town. She expressed 
satisfaction that Darren would be in good hands for at least a 
week, so we took her home again, collected some clothing and other 
essentials for Darren for the coming week, then we returned to our 
home again with Darren.

We arrived home to find a police officer waiting for us; we 
invited her indoors and she took a statement from me regarding the 
incident in the toilets. She informed me to my surprise that 
fingerprints on the knife had been checked, and the culprit was 
well known for his actions, but even more surprising was that his 
step-father was a county councillor with responsibility for law 
and order. 

The councillor knew of his step-son's occasionally feral ways but 
could do little about it; the boy's mother was completely 
indulgent and refused to admit that her little darling could do 
anything wrong. It was a difficult situation for him, but he gave 
a personal guarantee that if his step-son even looked at Darren 
the wrong way in the future, he would ensure that the boy would be 
put away in a mental institution. When the police officer left, I 
phoned Avril to tell her what the police officer had told us, and 
she was relieved that some of the danger to Darren had been 
averted.

Darren's bedtime was now long overdue, so while Sarah made his bed 
I took him to the bathroom to supervise washing and cleaning 
teeth. He also had a pee, proudly displaying his little cock to me 
and asking me when he would be able to hold mine as I had held his 
earlier. Alarmed, I told him that he must never mention it again 
unless we were alone - Sarah wouldn't approve of my actions. He 
blushed and apologised, saying that his mother often pleasured him 
in the same way, so she obviously didn't see anything wrong with 
it.

Sarah appeared and said that Darren's bed was ready, so I told him 
to change into his pyjamas and then I would read him a story to 
settle him. This I did, and he kissed me goodnight and told me 
that he had never felt happier than he did at this moment.

 *

Early next morning, we had a phone call from my sister-in-law who 
said that her mother had fallen downstairs and that although 
nothing was broken, she was in considerable pain and would need 
help for a few days. My sister-in-law was at that moment about to 
go on holiday with her family, so Sarah agreed to help her mother 
as necessary. She drove there in the car, leaving Darren and 
myself to our own devices. 

I went to the bathroom and as I was peeing, Darren came out of his 
bedroom to use the toilet. He watched me and slowly his little 
hand moved in the direction of my cock. I smiled at him and he 
took that as encouragement. When I had finished, he took hold of 
my dick and started stroking it. As it erected, he looked wide-
eyed at it and said, "Gosh, it's huge. Did I make it stiff?"

"Yes," I replied. "Your hand feels lovely on it." So he held it a 
little tighter and massaged it in the same way as I had massaged 
his the previous day.

"I want to wee," he told me, and proved it by doing just that. As 
the urine flowed, his morning erection subsided, and when he had 
finished I told him that we were on our own while Auntie Sarah was 
looking after her mother.

"Oh goody," he said. "Does that mean we can touch each other's 
willies?"

"If that's what you want." I replied, "although there may also be 
more interesting things to do with our willies."

I took him into his bedroom and removed his pyjamas, then 
undressed myself. I laid him on his back and took hold of his 
little penis. I started by licking the closed end of his foreskin, 
then gradually withdrew the foreskin from the glans as his 
erection increased. When he was fully erect I applied my tongue to 
the glans, and received an excited squeal in return.

"Oh, that's lovely, Uncle Joe," he said. "Can I do that to you?"

By way of reply, I turned around so that we were in a 69-position. 
I moved my penis towards his waiting mouth and he hungrily 
engulfed the helmet, his little tongue licking the pee-slit. I was 
in heaven, and recalled that this was much better than the last 
time my wife had done it, several years ago. I warned him that if 
he continued, my penis would ejaculate in his mouth; he looked 
surprised and wanted to know what I was talking about. I explained 
some of the baby-making process, and he asked (predictably) "Does 
that mean I'll have a baby?"

"Oh, no," I replied, "It will just taste a bit strange to you but 
it won't do you any harm, and it certainly could never give you a 
baby."

"OK," he said. "I want to try it."

I replaced my penis in his mouth and he resumed his sucking 
action. Very soon the inevitable happened and I warned him of the 
impending flood. He started swallowing when I ejaculated, and he 
almost managed to swallow it all, with only a small amount leaking 
out of the side of his mouth. "That was nice," he said.

After that, I couldn't leave him unsatisfied, so I took his penis 
into my mouth and started sucking. He sighed when I licked the 
helmet, groaned when I ran my tongue around the periphery and 
squeaked when I enveloped the whole two inches plus his scrotum 
and started sucking hard.

"Oh, Uncle Joe, I love that," he said. "Please don't stop."

As I continued sucking, I stroked his anus with a finger. I felt 
the sphincter muscle twitching, then opening and closing slightly, 
as though he were trying to draw my finger in. I took a few 
seconds out from sucking while I wet my finger, then continued 
inserting the finger while sucking his cock. He started shuddering 
and I realised that he was having a dry orgasm. The shuddering 
continued until he arched his back and then returned to lie flat 
on the bed once more, deathly still. I stopped sucking and removed 
my finger from his anus, then looked at his face to ensure that he 
was still awake. He smiled and told me that I had just given him 
the most wonderful feeling of his life.

 *

We dressed in everyday clothes and went downstairs to have some 
breakfast. Being a Sunday morning, there was not much to watch on 
TV, so I switched on my computer and trawled the internet while 
Darren was sitting on my lap. I found a pornographic site and 
showed Darren the real purpose of a man's penis as it displayed 
sexual intercourse with a woman. He watched as though he couldn't 
believe his eyes, then remarked that the willies he saw there were 
much bigger than mine. I had to admit that mine was slightly above 
average size but that the ones he was watching were well above 
average - the men were selected for that particular reason. As I 
continued browsing, some gay sites appeared and Darren was even 
more amazed that a man could put his willy into another man's 
bottom.

"They do it because they enjoy it," I told him. "Sex isn't only 
for producing babies; its main use these days is for those 
involved to enjoy the feeling, whether the man is putting it into 
a woman or another man."

"Could we do that?" he asked, as I had expected.

"Well, you could put your willy in my bottom quite easily, but if 
I put mine in yours it would probably hurt at first, although you 
would enjoy it after you were used to it."

"I want to try it," he said. "Can we do it now?"

"Not at the moment, I need to recover from this morning's 
activity. We can do it after lunch if you still want it. In the 
meantime, we'll go for a walk and then to the children's 
playground."

We went out and walked one of the nearby footpaths. Darren had 
lived almost all his life in a town and was excited at the sights 
and sounds of the countryside. We reached a river and I showed him 
how to skim flat stones across the water. He tried to do the same 
but never managed to develop the required throwing action. We left 
the river and made for the playground near my home; when he saw 
the swings Darren jumped up and down with excitement. There were a 
few other children playing there, and one boy about Darren's age 
sat on the swing next to Darren and asked me to push him. I spent 
the next half an hour pushing two boys on swings, then pushing the 
roundabout with both boys riding it, back to the swings, up and 
down the slide, and afterwards I was knackered.

The boy introduced himself as Paul Leatherdale, and to my surprise 
I realised that he was my next-door neighbour. The reason I hadn't 
seen him before was because he had been away at boarding school, 
but was now home for the long summer holiday. Paul confirmed that 
he was eight years old, he told me that both his parents were out 
at work together, even on a Sunday, and he usually spent most of 
the day at his Granny's house in the next street.

Darren announced that he wanted to wee, and Paul echoed his 
desire. Darren asked me to go with him, so the three of us went to 
the nearby Gents' toilet. Darren stood at the urinal, took out his 
little pecker and proceeded to pee. Paul watched him warily; I 
sensed that Paul was shy, so I suggested that he use the sit-down 
stall. He went in to the stall but came out immediately. 
"Someone's filled it with paper and it smells awful," he said.

"OK then, Paul. Darren and I will wait outside for you," I told 
him. 

Just then a man entered and walked over to the urinal, pulling out 
a large hunk of meat as he went. Paul and Darren watched in 
amazement - they had never seen anyone display a huge cock so 
openly in public. Paul didn't want to stay at the urinal while the 
man was there, so he waited at the wash-basin with Darren and me 
until the man had left. Then he decided he wouldn't bother to hide 
his penis from us and did what he originally intended to do. 
Darren and I watched him as he held his little cock - it was 
slightly bigger than Darren's and he retracted the foreskin as he 
urinated. 

"You should do that as well, Darren," I said. "It's much healthier 
than the way you do it. I do the same."

Paul realised that we were watching his cock and hurriedly 
replaced it behind his zipper.

"No need to be shy, Paul," I said. "We're both made the same as 
you."

Paul smiled with slight embarrassment, and told me that his Gran 
had always said that nobody else should ever see his pecker other 
than his parents or a doctor. 

"Sounds to me like she was brought up in a very Victorian family."

"I think she was," he replied. "She's always saying things like 
'children should be seen and not heard', and I hate hearing that."

"Well, you won't get anything as stupid or unkind as that from 
us," I told him. "Children are people as well and although they 
sometimes have to be told what to do, they are deserving of a 
reasonable degree of respect. It's the best way to give children 
self-respect."

"Can I come to your house to play with Darren sometime?" asked 
Paul.

"I don't see why not. When your parents get home from work today, 
I'll call in and ask them if I can invite you for an hour or a 
day."

"Cool," said Paul, reminding me that he was still a schoolboy. 
"I'm looking forward to that."

We continued for another half-hour in the playground, then I 
decided it was time for lunch. Rather than risk a confrontation 
with Paul's grandmother, I suggested that he should go there for 
his lunch and we would see him in the evening when his parents 
returned.

 *

Darren and I went home and had lunch. Afterwards, Darren reminded 
me of my promise to 'put your willy into my bottom'. I warned him 
again that it might hurt, but he insisted because he said that the 
men on the internet had enjoyed it, so he wanted to as well. I 
asked him when he last emptied his bowels, and he said, "I had a 
poo yesterday." I told him that Ididn't want to get my cock 
covered in smelly stuff, so he said he would go and empty his 
bottom just for me. I wasn't sure whether to take that as a 
compliment, so I just smiled and told him to go and do it. I said 
that I would have to wash his bottom thoroughly afterwards in case 
I might pick up an infection.

When he had finished, I inspected his anus and noted that he 
hadn't wiped it very thoroughly. I told him that a bath was 
required, so I undressed him and ran the bath for him. While 
washing him, I took good care to clean his anus thoroughly, then 
soaped my index finger and inserted it as far as I could into his 
rectum. I did this several times, until there was no visible 
soiling on my finger. I received no complaint from him during this 
procedure, and I suspected that he was enjoying it immensely; his 
erection confirmed my suspicion. I fetched a tube of KY jelly from 
the bathroom cabinet, ready for the forthcoming anal invasion.

When I had dried Darren he ran into his room excitedly, but I 
preferred to use my bedroom. I decided to undress completely as I 
had earlier that morning, and then we climbed on to the bed. I 
began by sucking his penis to full erection, then my tongue made 
its way to his anus. Knowing that his rectum was now clean, I 
lifted his legs high up, inserted my tongue and obtained a little 
squeak of pleasure. I tongue-fucked it for a few moments, then 
removed the top from the KY tube and applied a generous helping to 
his anus and further in to his rectum. By now, of course, my own 
erection was at a maximum, so I applied a further helping to my 
glans, then touched it to Darren's anus. As I pushed in slowly, I 
felt his anus expand. I watched his face and when he grimaced in 
pain I suggested that he try to push my willy out so as to expand 
his sphincter further. This he did, and while my penis slid in 
further his grimace reduced, until I was in all the way and his 
face showed a neutral smile.

I started to withdraw my penis and felt his sphincter tightening 
in an attempt to prevent withdrawal. I commenced an in-and-out 
motion and felt his sphincter relax, his smile broadened and he 
said, "That feels lovely, Uncle Joe. It doesn't hurt at all now." 

To prove that he was receiving pleasure, his penis started to 
erect again, and I took hold of it and stroked it gently. His 
feeling of pleasure was increasing continually, and I felt his 
sphincter start to tighten and relax several times. This gave me 
an extra jolt of pleasure, so that I was hard pressed to avoid 
ejaculating. But eventually I couldn't hold back, and started to 
increase the rate of thrusting in and out as my penis sprayed its 
contents on to the walls of his rectum. He obviously felt the 
spray, and he reached up to put his hands around my neck and 
kissed me lovingly. 

"I thought you gave me the best feeling in the world this morning, 
Uncle Joe, but that was even better."

My penis softened and slid silently out of his rectum. Quickly I 
reached into the bedside cabinet and extracted a small hand-towel 
which I placed under his bottom. I was just in time as the semen 
started to drip out. 

"I'll take you to the bathroom and sit you on the toilet," I told 
him. "You can push it all out."

"I don't want to," he wailed. "It felt lovely when it went in and 
I want to keep it there."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to. It will act like an enema and 
you won't be able to hold it in."

"When can you do it again?" he asked. "I loved it so much."

"Maybe tomorrow," I said. "You'll have something to look forward 
to."

When he had expelled all my semen, we dressed and went downstairs. 
I decided that I would have a rest after my exertions, following 
which we would have an afternoon footpath walk and thence to the 
playground.

 *

As I was resting with Darren sitting on my lap, I had a serious 
conversation with him. I told him that if he ever told anyone else 
about what we had just done, I would probably be sent to prison 
and he would never see me again.

"Can I tell Paul?" he asked.

"Well, that depends on whether he can keep a secret. But whatever 
you do, don't tell him or anyone else that I put my willy in your 
bottom."

"But that was the best part of it!"

"Darren, if you can't promise me that you'll never tell anyone, 
including Paul, I won't ever do it with you again. I'm very 
serious about this, because I'm frightened that the wrong sort of 
people may get to hear of it and I'll be sent to prison."

At that, Darren understood my concern and he promised he would 
never tell anyone.

"But can I tell Paul that I've seen your willy?" 

"I suppose that wouldn't hurt, so long as you don't tell him I've 
touched your bottom. But don't even mention any of it except in 
private or with me."

He agreed and reiterated his promise.

 *

The conversation terminated and we got up to go out. As we neared 
the door the phone rang: it was Sarah telling me that her mother 
was worried that she might not recover from her injuries. She 
needed to stay with her mother for several days, but didn't really 
need the car. She would return and ask me to drive her back to her 
mother's house. This we did, and it was late afternoon when I 
returned home with Darren and the car. 

As I was driving past Paul's grandmother's house, Darren saw Paul 
walking home and asked me to stop to pick him up. When Paul sat in 
the car, he said his Mum and Dad were home and asked if Darren and 
I could talk to them. Mrs Leatherdale was watching for Paul's 
return and was surprised to see him get out of my car. She invited 
me in, introduced herself as Janet, and explained that she and her 
husband Derek had bought a 'corner shop' type of business and they 
had to work every day to make it pay. They had been lucky enough 
to obtain it at a very low price because the owner wanted to 
retire but there had been reports in the local newspaper that 
Tesco were considering building a large supermarket nearby. They 
decided to take a risk and had sunk most of their savings into the 
business. They also decided to send Paul to boarding school as 
they would not be able to look after him properly while working 
every day. It cost money, but was the lesser of two evils. Paul 
wasn't too keen on staying with his grandmother during the holiday 
daytimes, but had to accept the fact. While we were talking, Paul 
invited Darren upstairs to his room.

I told Janet that I worked at home and my wife Sarah remained as a 
housewife, so that we were at home all the time. If they found 
Paul's boarding school fees too much to bear, they might consider 
an arrangement with us and send him to a local day school. I 
stressed that the arrangement wouldn't be financial, but we would 
have to consider other things such as discipline. My impression of 
Paul was that he was well-behaved, but I stressed that I had only 
met him for a short while. Janet told me that her mother, who was 
quite a disciplinarian, had never shown any dislike for anything 
that Paul did and had praised him as a 'good boy'.

I suggested that Paul could spend the next day with us, and Janet 
was very happy with the idea. At that moment, Derek came 
downstairs after having a shower and introduced himself. Janet 
explained what we had decided and Derek approved in no uncertain 
terms. I told him that any firm decisions about the future would 
have to be discussed with Sarah, and he agreed that it was 
essential.

Then I told them of my situation with Darren; that I wasn't really 
his uncle and had only known him for a short while. But his mother 
and the police were obviously happy with me as a temporary 
guardian; he was staying with me for a week as a trial to test 
whether his mother could bear to be separated from him for an 
extended period. I also told them about my mother-in-law's 
accident and that my wife was looking after her for the 
foreseeable future; I would have to get used to being husband and 
housewife at the same time.

I spent an agreeable hour or two chatting with them and hearing 
each other's life stories. One discovery I made was that the three 
of them were interested in naturism; they had spent several 
naturist holidays together and were thus completely uninhibited. 
When I recounted the episode in the toilets that morning, 
culminating in Paul's embarrassment, Janet told me that her mother 
had been brought up in a strict religious family. She (Janet), 
however, had never accepted the premise that naked bodies were 
dirty, and had impressed the same on Paul. She now realised that 
Paul was being pulled in two different directions on that subject, 
and she didn't like it. I assured her that my morals were more in 
line with theirs, although I had never seriously considered 
involvement in naturism. Derek said that it was effectively an 
acquired taste, and probably not for everyone. He and Janet were 
not in the least bothered by my implied rejection.

At last it was time for Darren and me to return to our own home. 
Janet called the boys downstairs and as we were leaving she said, 
"Paul will be ready for you tomorrow morning. Just ring the 
doorbell and he'll come out."

Darren and I returned home, and Darren told me that he had seen 
and touched Paul's willy; Paul had been unconcerned at showing it, 
so they had exchanged views and touches. They hadn't gone further 
than that; Darren decided to leave the next step for the morrow.

I bathed Darren without more sexual action; we were both slightly 
jaded but were looking forward to some more in the morning, 
perhaps with Paul included. I put Darren to bed, read him a story 
and went downstairs to put in some work hours.

 *

Next morning was a new working week. Sounds of people going to 
work pervaded the otherwise still air, and I looked out of the 
window to give myself a weather forecast. Not a breath of wind, 
heavy cloud cover and high humidity suggested some rain on the 
way. I had planned to take the boys to an exhibition of a working 
farm during the day, but the impending weather told me to change 
to plan B, whatever that was.

I hurriedly dressed and called in next door, just as the rain 
started, to collect Paul - he had been ready and waiting for 
nearly an hour and was very pleased to see me. I told him of my 
original plan, but the rain precluded that for the time being. We 
went indoors and then upstairs to Darren's room; he was still 
asleep so Paul decided to give him a rude awakening. He threw back 
the bedclothes and revealed Darren holding his very erect penis. 
Paul removed Darren's hand from it and replaced it with his own, 
then squeezed it gently, retracting the foreskin as he did so. 
Darren's expression showed that he enjoyed this, and he made a 
grab for Paul's nether regions.

Paul sat on Darren's bed and extracted his small pecker from his 
trousers, and I was treated to the sight of two eight-year-old 
boys having a mutual wanking session. Paul obviously didn't object 
to my watching, as he looked up at me and smiled. I suggested that 
Darren should go and pee, and we would decide what to do next when 
he returned.

While Darren was in the toilet, I sat on the bed with Paul and 
held his cock, giving it a little squeeze in the same way as he 
had done for Darren. Paul looked at me and said, "Darren told me 
that you have a big willy and he has touched it. Can I touch it as 
well?"

Needing no second invitation, I removed my slacks and underpants, 
pointing my erection towards Paul and inviting his attentions. 
"It's bigger than my Dad's," he said, "can I hold it?"

He wrapped his little hand around it and slowly wanked it back and 
forth along its length. "Dad likes me to suck his willy. Can I 
suck yours?"

By way of reply I removed my penis from his hand and presented it 
to his mouth. His little pink tongue came out and he licked the 
glans, drawing a bead of pre-cum from the slit. As he was doing 
this, Darren returned and wrapped his hand around my shaft. Two 
young boys attending my dick gave me thoughts that would have 
given Paul's grandmother a heart attack. I warned Paul that I was 
close to ejaculation, and he drew it further into his mouth, 
sucking as hard as his oral muscles would allow. This caused the 
inevitable reaction; my reproductive equipment started pumping 
semen into his throat, and I felt him swallowing as fast as he 
could.

As my penis was wilting, he smiled and said, "That's the first 
time I've sucked anyone off apart from my Dad. It was great!"

Then he explained that he sometimes joined his Mum and Dad when 
they had a sex session. They weren't in the least inhibited, and 
believed that children should know everything about sex from an 
early age. He and his Dad sucked each other's cocks with Mum 
watching and sometimes fingering and licking Paul's anus, and his 
Dad also occasionally buggered him. His mum often sucked his cock 
when she was bathing him, and he fingered her pussy in return. 
They both adjured him to keep quiet about these activities which 
would almost certainly land them in jail, but now that he knew 
Darren and I were playing sexually he felt that he could confide 
in us.

I decided that we could now tell Paul all about our sexual play, 
and in particular that I had buggered Darren the previous evening. 
Paul looked excited and wanted to know if I would do it to him. 
"After all, you've given it to me at one end, why not the other 
end?" he asked, producing laughter from Darren and myself. I told 
him that his parents might object, so he said he would ask them 
when they came home in the evening.

Darren and I dressed and we went downstairs for breakfast. Rain 
was still falling, which meant no outdoor activities for the time 
being. As the previous day, I sat at the computer but this time 
with Darren on one knee and Paul on the other. The resultant 
pressure on their immature prostate glands gave them both 
erections, which I squeezed gently to their delight. I showed them 
the same sort of porn sites as I had previously shown Darren; Paul 
told me he had tried to find such sites on the school computers, 
but couldn't.

"The computers at your school almost certainly have child-
protected operating systems," I told him, "but there's no need for 
that on my computer."

Paul remarked, as had Darren previously, on the size of the men's 
willies. I told him the same as I had told Darren - only the 
largest cocks would be seen on the net, so normal sizes looked 
tiny by comparison. Darren said that his father's willy had hurt 
him at first, although he was now used to it. "But one of those 
would split me in half," he admitted. Darren said that my willy 
had been a bit painful for the first couple of minutes, but it 
felt wonderful once he could 'let his bottom go', as he described 
it.

"I'm looking forward to having yours in me," said Paul. 

 *

When the rain stopped, the sky soon cleared to bright sunshine, so 
we made our usual foray to the playground via public footpaths. 
Darren and Paul played on the swings while I sat watching. They 
weren't the only children in the playground - a group of four 
girls was there also, and they were watching Darren and Paul. One 
of them came and sat on the swing next to Darren and asked him to 
push her. I heard him reply that his Uncle Joe might push her if 
she asked me, so she came over to where I was sitting, said her 
name was Mandy Lacey and politely asked me if I would mind pushing 
her on the swing. I have never been able to resist a polite child, 
and I took her hand and led her to the swing. I decided to push 
all three of them while the other three girls looked on.

Soon I heard an adult call for the girls, but Mandy stayed where 
she was. She told me that she had no connection with the other 
three - they were sisters and she had started playing with them 
because she had no-one else to play with. Paul, ever the 
gentleman, said "You can play with us if you like. Uncle Joe's 
looking after us."

I then realised that I was supervising three eight-year-old 
children, none of whom I had even met a week ago. Mandy said that 
she lived nearby, and asked if she could come home with us to play 
with the boys. I replied that I would have to speak to her parents 
about that; she said she only had a Mum; her Dad was somewhere 
else in the world, but she didn't know where. She had a baby 
brother, David, who seemed to take up all her Mum's time, and she 
felt slightly aggrieved at that. I said that we would walk home 
with her and speak to her mother about the possibility of her 
playing with Darren and Paul.

Paul suggested that the three of them could play 'tag', so I was 
treated to the sight of three children running around at breakneck 
speed, tagging each other. I took the opportunity to relax and 
politely declined to join the game, saying that I was much too old 
and infirm. To 'prove' it, I tottered about, resting on an 
imaginary walking-stick. But this playtime was the kind of 
strenuous life these youngsters needed, I thought, not vegetating 
in front of the telly and living on fast food in the way of some 
children.

When the children had worn themselves out, we sat and recuperated. 
The ice-cream van arrived and I treated the four of us. Then I 
suggested that we go to Mandy's house and talk to her mother. This 
we did, and Mandy's mother was surprised to see her accompanied by 
a man and two boys. She introduced herself as Julia Lacey and 
invited us in, but asked us to be as quiet as possible because 
although David was asleep, he was rather a light sleeper. She 
regretted that she didn't have time to give Amanda the attention 
she needed, and was very pleased that another family had taken an 
interest in her. She said that her husband was an electrical 
contractor involved in a large job in Sweden, and that she didn't 
expect him to return to UK any time soon. They corresponded by 
phone and e-mail, but it wasn't the same as having him at home, 
and Amanda missed him terribly. This, I thought, was par for the 
course; little girls and their Dads are often almost inseparable.

Then I explained the situation with Darren, Paul and myself. Julia 
was surprised that although we had known each other only a short 
time, we seemed to be very close; I didn't enlighten her as to the 
real reason. She was very pleased that I had invited Amanda to 
join us, and I asked what time I had to return her. 

"Amanda usually goes to bed at about eight o'clock on school days, 
but now that the holidays have started I allow her an extra hour."

"OK, nine o'clock it is then. But if she's naughty I'll bring her 
back chopped up into small pieces in a supermarket bag." Julia 
smiled and said that she had plenty of spare plastic bags if I 
couldn't find one.

We all trooped off to my house, and I noticed that Mandy and Paul 
were holding hands. Darren looked up at me and smiled. "Girls are 
silly, aren't they?" he said, just loud enough for Mandy to hear. 
Mandy returned and swatted him on his backside, then she kissed 
him. That definitely made Darren's day.

When we reached my house it was time for lunch. I didn't have 
enough food in the house for three hungry children, so I bundled 
the three of them in the car and we went to the local MacDonald's. 
The car was ringing with cheers of three children when we arrived, 
and they were soon tucking in to hamburgers and chips. When Mandy 
made a trip to the ladies' toilet, I reminded the boys that they 
mustn't say anything to her about our private games. Afterwards I 
decided to buy some fresh food from the nearby supermarket to 
ensure that they all had a properly balanced diet. Then we went 
home and the children played together in Darren's room while I sat 
at my computer to get some real work done. 

When I reached a natural break I decided to check on the children 
as they seemed to be rather quiet. When I opened the door, I saw 
Mandy sitting on the bed with the two boys on either side of her, 
She had her knickers off and her skirt high up round her waist, 
the boys had their willies exposed, and they were obviously 
'playing doctor', as children have done since time began. Mandy 
looked embarrassed and started to cry, but I just smiled at her 
and said that they weren't doing anything wrong. She looked 
surprised, but then Darren said, "See, I told you he wouldn't 
mind."

"Carry on with your games," I said, "but please make sure you 
don't hurt each other. I'm responsible for your safety and it 
wouldn't be very good for me if Mandy had something stuck inside 
her, or one of you boys had your willy damaged."

I took a long look at Mandy's delightful and hairless little 
snatch, and as I watched, Paul put his finger into the little 
slit. Mandy parted her legs exposing her vagina and I noticed that 
she didn't have a hymen. I made a mental note to ask her about it 
when the time was right.

"Can Mandy see yours, Uncle Joe?" asked Darren cheekily.

"I don't think that would be a good idea," I replied. "There's no 
law against children doing that together, but if an adult joins 
in, he or she could be in big trouble."

"Oh please, Uncle Joe," said Mandy. "I used to hold my Daddy's 
willy, but he's been away for a long time and I don't know when 
I'll see him again."

I asked Mandy, "What did your Mum think of your touching your 
Dad's willy?"

"I didn't tell her," she said. "Daddy asked me not to."

I knew than that Mandy could keep a secret as well as the boys. 
"I'll think about it, but not today. I have lots of work to do and 
not much time to complete it. We'll think about it tomorrow if 
your Mum lets you come here again."

 *

I left the children to their sex-games and returned to my 
computer. I would have loved to fuck Mandy there and then, but the 
truth was that I needed to speak to Paul's parents and to be 
certain that it was OK for me to have sexual relations with Paul. 
His entreaties suggested that there wouldn't be a problem, but I 
knew I could be on a sticky wicket if they had other ideas.

So I continued working to keep body, soul and bank account 
together. After several hours I had had enough and it was time for 
the children's evening meal. I went downstairs and prepared a 
quite tasty salad for them, then called them downstairs to eat it. 
They took a few minutes to answer, and I didn't have to guess why. 
I called upstairs, "Make sure that you wash your hands. You know 
where they've been." In response, I heard tinkling laughter which 
could only have come from Mandy.

They all tucked in to the salad, and Mandy announced that it was 
the best she had ever tasted. My surprise must have been evident, 
because she said that her Mum seldom had time to cook a proper 
meal or prepare a salad like this; her little brother was 
incessantly demanding her attention. I privately thought that 
giving in to his excessive demands for attention was the easiest 
way to make the situation worse, but as it was none of my business 
I held my tongue.

After tea it was time for Paul to return home. We all accompanied 
him next door and Derek was surprised to see that our little group 
had incremented by one. He invited us all in, and I explained the 
situation regarding Mandy. He seemed amused that I was now a 
family man with three children, having had none the previous week. 
I decided to return home as I still had several hours' work to 
complete. We returned home, and I apologised to Darren and Mandy 
for not being able to entertain them properly due to pressure of 
work. 

"I hope that I'll have it all done tonight," I said. "Then 
tomorrow we can go on an outing that I've planned. I wanted to go 
today, but the weather was against it. But if we can go tomorrow, 
we might be able to take you as well, Mandy."

That raised a little cheer from Darren - he had already decided 
that he liked Mandy, and not just for playing doctor. I left them 
to their own devices for a couple of hours while I finished the 
essential part of my work. When at last it was nearly finished, I 
went upstairs to Darren's room and was surprised to see the two of 
them naked on the bed with Darren trying to bugger her. His penis 
was unfortunately too short to penetrate more than an inch, but 
she seemed to appreciate it. "I'd love to have your willy in my 
bottom, Uncle Joe," she said. 

"We'll see about that another day," I replied. "But if the weather 
is good tomorrow I'll be taking the boys to a working farm 
exhibition where they can see lots of animals and also learn how 
our food is produced. If your Mum agrees I'd like to take you as 
well. I know the boys want you to come."

"Oh yes, I'd love to," she said excitedly, forgetting about the 
hoped-for invasion of her anus.

I sat on the bed with them for a few minutes cuddling two 
delightfully naked children. I had a good look at Mandy's vulva to 
make sure that there was no evidence of her recent action with the 
boys. As I did so, I asked her how she lost her hymen and she 
replied that her Dad often put one, then two fingers in her. She 
loved that feeling, but her Dad had never put his penis into her 
vagina.

"It's time for you to get dressed and go home now," I told her 
after stroking her vulva for a few more minutes. "If your Mum 
could see the way you are now she'd have kittens and I would be on 
the way to the police station."

"I promise I won't say a word about this," she said. "I don't ever 
want it to stop."

They both dressed, and I took them to Mandy's house which we 
reached just before the appointed hour. Mandy took Darren up to 
her room while I had a word with Julia. I told her of my plan and 
she was delighted that I had invited Amanda. "As you have probably 
guessed, she doesn't get many outings other than those with the 
school." 

"Well, I'm sure this outing will be good for her. It's the sort of 
outing that I would expect the school to provide, but as far as I 
know it hasn't."

We chatted for a few more minutes and I said I would collect 
Amanda at about 9 o'clock in the morning if that was convenient. 
Julia assured me that it was, then the baby started crying, so I 
called Darren downstairs ready for departure. When we arrived home 
I put Darren to bed in my room, read him a story and watched him 
drift off to sleep.

 *

I awoke the next morning to a wonderful feeling in my nether 
regions. I looked under the bedclothes and saw Darren busily 
sucking my penis. He looked up, smiled, said "This is the 
breakfast I want," then resumed. It didn't take me long to fulfil 
his request, and he swallowed my seminal offering greedily.

We dressed and went downstairs to breakfast. Darren asked me if we 
were going to the farm today. I had already checked the weather 
forecast which said that it would be fine and sunny for the early 
part of the day, clouding over and then raining in late afternoon. 
So I affirmed that we would go as soon as everyone was ready. I 
went next door to collect Paul, then phoned Julia to say that I 
would collect Amanda in the car and we would continue on to the 
farm.

The morning at the farm proved to be a hit with the children. They 
rode horses, fed cows, watched the cows being milked by machine 
and also watched calves suckling their mothers. They watched 
lettuces and other green vegetables being harvested, and Mandy 
recalled the salad she had eaten the previous day.

At last it was time to go, because a school party was due shortly. 
I bought sufficient salad makings for lunch, then we all thanked 
the farm staff and drove home. On the way we stopped at a picnic 
site by a large pond, where we had a look at the aquatic wildlife. 
They saw fish and frogs, but it was too late in the year for 
tadpoles. Paul expressed a desire to wee, so we found a spot 
hidden by bushes and all three children did the necessary, with 
Mandy squatting and the two boys watching with considerable 
interest.

"Don't you want to wee as well, Uncle Joe?" asked Darren. I 
decided that I did, and three little faces watched me extract my 
cock and urinate. Mandy declared that she couldn't wait to have it 
all to herself, whereupon Paul slapped her playfully and told her 
not to be greedy - there was plenty to go round.

Arriving home, I made another salad for all of us from the 
ingredients provided by the farm, and all three said it was even 
better than yesterday's. I pointed out that the fresher the food 
was, the better it usually tasted, and you couldn't get fresher 
than what they had just enjoyed. 

Just after lunch, Sarah phoned to give me an update on her 
mother's condition, and she sounded worried. Her mother wasn't 
improving as quickly as she should, being convinced that she had 
internal injuries, so Sarah decided to stay with her for a few 
more days, possibly a couple of weeks. She asked me how I was 
coping, and I told her I now had a pseudo-family of two boys and a 
girl, all eight years old. Sarah sounded surprised, but said I 
would be much happier that way, rather than being lonely. I agreed 
and said that the children made my temporary bachelor status 
easier to bear.

When I finished talking to Sarah the children dragged me upstairs, 
although without much objection from me. As soon as we went into 
Darren's room, the three of them undressed and asked me to do the 
same, which I did with mock reluctance. I was the first to lie on 
my back on the bed, and very soon three pairs of hands were 
exploring my crotch. My erection was proof of my enjoyment, and 
Mandy asked if she could suck it.

"I loved sucking my Daddy's willy," she said excitedly, "and it 
usually spurted something into my mouth. I didn't like the taste 
at first, but I got used to it and now I really want it."

"We've both done that with Uncle Joe," said Paul, "and we liked 
the taste straight away."

"It's a bit bigger than my Daddy's," said Mandy, "and it's got 
skin over the end like Darren's and Paul's willies. My Daddy's 
hasn't, and neither has David's."

I explained to her that some boys were circumcised at a very early 
age - just a few weeks usually. Jews and Muslims had it done for 
religious reasons, but so did some others, supposedly because it 
was healthier than not doing it.

She started to suck my cock, so I decided to return the compliment 
by stroking her snatch. Her legs opened wide, and I was able to 
insert a finger into her vagina. At the same time I stroked the 
place where her clitoris should be, and it duly appeared, making 
her gasp. While this was going on, the boys were watching with 
great interest. Paul moved to the other side of Darren and started 
to suck his cock. I lifted Mandy off my cock, bent towards her 
snatch and started licking it. Her clitoris was still slightly 
prominent so I licked that, then moved down to insert my tongue in 
her vagina.

"Oh, my Daddy does that," she cried. "It feels wonderful."

"Did he put anything else in this little hole?" I asked her, with 
my finger caressing the entrance to her vagina.

"Only his finger, but he did put his willy in my bottom a few 
times. I liked that."

I realised then that there was no further need for secrecy about 
any of my actions with the boys. Darren was first to announce that 
he had received my willy in his bottom the previous day, and he 
loved it as well. 

"Can you do it to me now, Uncle Joe? I'm not going to ask my Mum, 
she'd have a cow." The rest of us laughed at this expression, and 
I tried unsuccessfully to imagine a woman of Mrs Lacey's 
diminutive size producing a cow from her vagina. I told Mandy that 
if she sucked me off I wouldn't be able to bugger her for several 
hours, so she decided to stop sucking.

I asked her when she last had a poo, and she said she had done it 
at the farm. As with Darren, I told her that I needed her bottom 
to be clean inside and out, and the best way to achieve that would 
be to have a bath. All four of us went into the bathroom, where I 
ran the bath for Mandy. The boys wanted to get into the bath with 
her, but there wasn't enough room. I decided that since there was 
a possibility of fucking Paul later on, he should be the one. He 
and Mandy sat in the bath with Paul's legs between Mandy's, both 
giggling. He made her giggle even more by tickling her snatch with 
his toes, so she reached forward and gave his cock a squeeze. That 
caused an immediate erection which Darren decided to stroke, 
giving himself an erection at the same time.

Ever mindful of the reason these two were bathing, I asked Mandy 
to stand up and bend double so that I could wash her bottom. As 
with Darren, I soaped an index finger and inserted it into her 
anus, slowly pushing it in as far as it would go. While I was 
doing this, Paul inserted his finger in her vagina, so that she 
had the sensation of a double penetration, albeit by fingers and 
not cocks. I continued cleaning Mandy's rectum, and when my finger 
came out clean, I repeated the operation on Paul. As I did so, 
Mandy returned the earlier compliment by wanking Paul's erect 
organ.

I decided that we would use my bedroom with its large double bed. 
I turned down the bedclothes, returned to the bathroom to collect 
the tube of KY from the cabinet and a fresh hand-towel from the 
linen cupboard, and then there were four naked bodies on the bed. 
Mandy was smiling in expectation, and the boys were playing with 
each other's willies. I decided to give Mandy some extra 
stimulation before buggering her, so I started licking her snatch. 
I lifted and parted her legs so that her knees were resting on her 
chest, then moved my tongue down to her little pink anus. After a 
few licks I started to penetrate it, and she gasped. "Oh, my Daddy 
never did that to me. It feels lovely!"

While I was licking her anus I inserted a finger in her vagina and 
stroked her clitoris with the other hand, making her gasp again. 
She started shuddering and Paul wondered it I was hurting her. She 
managed to squeeze out a comment, "No, he's not hurting me. It 
just feels like I'm in heaven!" 

Paul started sucking my cock while Darren was sucking his, so that 
we formed an oral-action chain, but I soon had to remove mine from 
Paul's mouth in case his sucking compromised my ability to delay 
my ejaculation. Then I placed the towel under Mandy's bottom, 
fetched the KY and lubricated her anus and rectum, also applying 
some to my glans. That done, I touched my helmet to her anus and 
started pushing. There was no need to tell her how to avoid the 
pain of a stretching sphincter, she already knew. 

As I entered her, she bore down to expand her sphincter so that 
the helmet slid in smoothly, closely followed by the shaft. My 
glans progressed inwards, her pelvic floor muscles contracted and 
released rhythmically giving me a wonderful feeling similar to 
being sucked off, but by a much more powerful mouth. I started to 
fuck her rectum with longer and longer strokes, eventually 
withdrawing until the helmet almost came out, then pushing back in 
until my pubic hairs tickled her vulva. 

We were both enjoying what must be the most satisfying feeling in 
the world, and it wasn't long before I was unable to avoid 
ejaculating. I coated her rectal lining with liberal quantities of 
semen, and as I did so her sphincter tightened, enhancing my 
pleasure to an amazing degree. I had never experienced such 
feelings, not with Sarah or even with Darren. This young lady 
could give a statue an erection.

The boys were watching as we completed this act of buggery, and 
Paul was licking his lips in anticipation. "I hope you do it to me 
like that," he said. 

"I loved it when he did it to me," said Darren, determined to have 
his say as well.

I smiled and slowly removed my penis from Mandy. As expected, some 
semen came out with it and dripped on to the towel. I watched 
Mandy's face; her smile was lovely to behold. She sat up, threw 
her arms round my neck and kissed me hard on the lips, her tongue 
prising my mouth open. "I loved having my Daddy's willy in my 
bottom," she said, "but you were much better. I wish I could live 
with you and do it all the time."

I heard a comment from Darren which sounded like "Join the queue!"

Mandy then curled up in foetal position and let the semen continue 
to drip from her bottom on to the towel. Darren noted her extreme 
pleasure and kissed her. "I hope we can all stay together for 
ever," he said.

By now my penis was in a completely flaccid state and I went to 
the bathroom to wash it and have a pee. When I returned, nobody 
had moved, so I picked Mandy up and took her to the bathroom and 
sat her on the toilet to expel the rest of my semen. She was still 
in a dreamy state, so I guessed she had reached orgasm while being 
penetrated. She wouldn't let me go, and kept kissing and licking 
whatever part of my naked body her mouth could reach. All I could 
do in return was to stroke her hair gently.

At last she returned to normality, and asked me to wipe her 
bottom. This I did, quite gently in case it was still sensitive. 
She stood up and flushed the toilet, then we returned, holding 
hands, to the bedroom where the boys were sitting on the bed 
chatting. Their erections had subsided and I had the feeling that 
they had enjoyed the spectacle almost as much as Mandy. My penis 
was still flaccid and I decided that it was time we did something 
completely divorced from our recent sexual activity. 

As we dressed, I heard the phone ring, so I went downstairs to 
answer it. It was Julia Lacey, telling me that she had taken David 
to the doctor, who had recommended an overnight stay in hospital, 
and possibly two nights, to investigate the reason for his 
continual crying. She wanted to stay with him and asked if I could 
possibly look after Amanda for the duration.

"I'd be very glad to," I said. "She's getting on so well with the 
boys that they are going to hate being separated. Do you mind her 
sleeping in Darren's room, or would you prefer that she slept in a 
Z-bed in my computer room? I'd love to have her to stay, but I 
don't really want to turf Darren out of his bedroom."

"Oh no," she replied. "If she's happy to share Darren's room, 
there's no objection from me."

So I said that, in view of her haste to go, we would drive over to 
her house and collect some essentials for Amanda's stay with us. 
She said she would pack an overnight bag for Amanda and we could 
collect it as soon as we arrived. When we got there, Julia was 
waiting with the carry-cot in one hand and Mandy's bag in the 
other, obviously anxious to be away. She kissed Amanda goodbye and 
thanked me again, then she put the carry-cot in her car and drove 
off.

I decided to make use of the fact that we were near the children's 
play area and drove there. They climbed out of the car excitedly 
and very soon were using the equipment. I decided to leave them to 
their own devices and sat on a nearby seat to watch their antics. 
My mind drifted to the recent sexual activity and I replayed 
Mandy's anal injection, which gave me an erection just thinking 
about it. As I was day-dreaming, Mandy came over to me and sat on 
my lap with her arms around my neck. "I'm so glad I'll be staying 
with you," she whispered. "I think you're wonderful."

"Oh, I agree," I said, and she laughed and smacked my bottom. 
"You're not, you're horrible!" then she kissed me.

I decided that another fast-food meal would not come amiss, so we 
all drove to MacDonald's and filled up on the usual rubbish, 
although I privately considered that it was quite nutritious as 
long as we didn't do it too often. When we returned home I made 
sure that we had an apple each and we also finished off the salad 
material from the farm. 

Soon it was time for Paul to return to his home next door, and 
afterwards I decided that we would all have a bath and an early 
bedtime. I didn't have any immediate work to do, so I wanted to 
make the most of the children's stay with me, which would include 
as much sex as the three of us could take. 

"I've told your Mum that you'll be sleeping in the second bed in 
Darren's room, Mandy. Would you like that or would both of you 
prefer to sleep with me?"

They both treated me to wide smiles and said in chorus, "I want to 
sleep with you!"

"OK," I said. "time for your bath then. Pity I can't join you, but 
the bath's not big enough."

I undressed them, filled the bath and they stepped in. For the 
umpteenth time, I admired Mandy's sweet little vulva and relished 
the thought of licking it again. She saw me looking at it and 
smiled. "I can't wait for you to fuck me," she said. "My Daddy 
wouldn't, but I hope you will."

I washed them, paying particular attention to their crotches and 
their bottoms, internally as well as externally. Naturally, Darren 
erected and Mandy gave him a little treat by sucking him after I 
had rinsed off the soap-suds. They both wanted to pee before 
bedtime, so I told them to do it in the water. I asked them both 
to stand face to face and see each other peeing, and I watched 
with interest as Mandy did it standing up for the first time in 
her life. I lifted them out of the bath and dried them, then got 
in myself. Darren said he wanted to wash my bottom as I had washed 
his, and I saw no reason to refuse. While he put his finger in, 
Mandy held my penis and wanked it. 

"Careful," I said. "If I cum now I won't be able to put it into 
you." She stopped immediately.

When I had finished washing I got out and dried myself. We all 
cleaned our teeth and went into my bedroom; I collected towel and 
KY on the way, and also found one of Sarah's tampons which I knew 
would be needed after I had fucked Mandy.

On the bed, I laid both children on their backs and applied my 
mouth to their sex organs in turn. While I was sucking Darren, I 
fingered Mandy's vagina, and then switched over, licking Mandy and 
wanking Darren. This continued for a few minutes, then I told 
Mandy it was time for her to lose her virginity. As she was a 
virgin I would lie on my back and she should squat over my 
erection, inserting it when she was ready and controlling the rate 
of penetration. I told Darren to squat over my face so that I 
could lick his bottom. Thus there were two children vertical and 
one man horizontal; I thought, not for the first time, that if 
either Sarah or Julia could see this spectacle I would be for the 
high jump very quickly. 

I felt Mandy's vagina closing over my glans as she slowly drew my 
penis inside her. At first, the sensation was nearly as good as 
when I had earlier buggered her. But as she drew my penis further 
into her love channel, the sensation became more intense, and I 
was hard pressed not to ejaculate. I concentrated on Darren's 
rectum, working my tongue in little circles and making him whimper 
with pleasure, then I reached round to his erect penis and kneaded 
it between finger and thumb.

Mandy finally achieved full penetration and I felt my glans 
stroking her cervix, which made her shudder with pleasure. Her 
pleasure increased and her pelvic floor muscles started to massage 
my penis. This was so enjoyable that I couldn't prevent 
ejaculation, and I sprayed the entrance to her uterus with high-
powered squirts of semen. I knew she could feel it on her cervix 
because her muscles squeezed my cock with each helping of baby-
juice. Her pleasure reached a climax and she shuddered violently, 
then pitched forward to land her head on Darren's lap. Darren took 
the opportunity to add to her pleasure by reaching for her anus, 
stroking it and inserting his finger. As he was finger-buggering 
her, she partly returned to the land of the living and started 
sucking him. He in turn was being treated to a tongue in his 
rectum and a mouth sucking his penis, giving him the ultimate in 
excitement. The tableau was complete - I had ejaculated, Mandy had 
reached her orgasm and Darren had also reached a little boy's dry 
orgasm.

Slowly we all came down from our respective highs and relaxed. I 
lifted Darren off my face as my penis slid out of Mandy. I applied 
the towel to Mandy's vagina as the semen started to drip out; when 
most of it had made an exit I inserted the tampon I had brought 
with me, telling Mandy that the string was there to enable her to 
remove it in the morning.

Then we all lay down on the bed to recuperate, Mandy on one side 
of me and Darren on the other. I could see that the children were 
not far from falling asleep, so I drew the covers over us, pulled 
the cord to switch off the overhead light and joined them in the 
land of Nod.

 *

I awoke early next morning and heard the Leatherdales driving off 
to work. I waited half an hour, then called in next door to 
collect Paul. I asked him if he had had breakfast and he replied 
that he had only just got out of bed when his parents left. He 
told me he had had a poo as soon as he got up and wanted me to 
wash his bottom because he had checked with his parents and it was 
his turn to be buggered by me. I took him upstairs to the 
bathroom, removed his pants and underpants, sat him over the wash-
basin and performed the required ablution. Then I took him into my 
bedroom and showed him the two sleeping beauties; his response was 
to finish undressing and get into bed with them. 

Paul's arrival in bed woke the other two and they greeted him by 
touching his cock, which promptly erected. He reminded them that 
it was his turn to be fucked and that he expected to enjoy it as 
much as they had. I decided that his enjoyment was my special 
responsibility.

I told the children that I couldn't perform on an empty stomach, 
so that we should all have breakfast first. I said that there was 
no need for them to dress; if someone came to the door they could 
all scamper upstairs, although I rarely had any callers and didn't 
encourage them. We all sat in the kitchen at the breakfast bar, 
eating our preferred cereals. None of us wanted a cooked 
breakfast, so after cereals and a drink we returned to the 
bedroom. Paul was first in bed and waited expectantly for me to 
undress. This I did, and I climbed into bed beside him with the 
other two on the other side of the bed. 

I started by sucking his penis to full erection, then lifted his 
legs and licked his anus. I inserted my tongue into his rectum and 
he squealed in pleasure, saying that his parents never did that. 
To make the most of the occasion, I ran my tongue around the anal 
periphery, then tongue-fucked his anus. He was shivering with 
delight and his penis was so hard that I thought it would burst. 
Mandy noticed and took hold of it as I withdrew to start buggering 
him. As with the other two, I placed a towel under him and 
lubricated his anus and my glans with KY, then started to insert 
my helmet into him. I felt his sphincter expand, and I recalled 
that he was quite used to this treatment. I pushed inwards slowly, 
withdrawing periodically so as to increase the friction on his 
bowel wall - this also increased my own enjoyment. While I was 
doing this, I saw that Darren was trying to bugger Mandy, but with 
his usual lack of real success. I compounded Paul's pleasure by 
holding his little erection and wanking it as I was pushing my own 
penis in and out of him.

Very soon I reached the limit of my length, with my pubic hair 
tickling his buttocks. His eyes were closed and he had a blissful 
smile on his face. I felt his sphincter tightening on my shaft, 
and I started to pump in and out of him. His sphincter tightened 
even further, and I started to ejaculate into his bowels. As I was 
squirting into him I accelerated my pumping action and his 
pleasure deepened with this sphincter acting like a powerful fist 
enclosing my shaft. All this time I was wanking his penis as well, 
and I watched him shudder as he went through his boy-orgasm. A 
little spurt of urine escaped his penis, and I thought that in a 
few years' time that would be semen rather than urine. Mandy 
noticed it and smiled. I asked him to remain in his current 
position while some of the semen flowed out of his anus on to the 
towel, then I led him to the toilet to expel the rest of it. At 
the same time he watched as I washed my penis - I told him that 
although he had emptied his rectum and I had washed it internally, 
there was still a chance of infection so that it was best to be 
safe.

Although Paul was by no means an anal virgin, he had obviously 
enjoyed the experience immensely, because when he returned he 
admitted that my cock felt better inside him than did his 
father's. The other two looked at each other and smiled and Mandy 
said, "I expect you can always come to Uncle Joe if you prefer 
him." She was forgetting that such activity would normally be 
precluded by Sarah's presence, but I didn't comment.

I was now completely hors de combat, having exhausted my semen 
supply inside an eight-year-old boy's bottom. It was time to start 
the working (or playing) day, and I considered the options 
available. Recalling the children's interest in the working farm, 
I thought about finding a nearby zoo, so I started looking through 
the Yellow Pages. The nearest was almost 150 miles away, so that 
idea was a non-starter. Then I remembered that there was a 
'storytime' session in the local library, aimed at children aged 
7-10, so I told the three of them to get dressed and we would go 
there. 

We arrived just as the session was starting, so I decided to look 
for some reading material for myself. As I was walking up and down 
the bookshelves, I heard a familiar voice say, "Hallo Joe!"; I 
looked up and saw Avril Whiting. She had come to our library to 
find a book on a particular topic she was researching for her 
employer - something to do with a particular type of marketing, 
but the explanation was completely lost on me. She had found what 
she was looking for and was about to return to work. I told her 
that Darren was here with two other friends and then went on to 
explain how the three had met, leaving out the juicy bits, of 
course. She didn't want to interrupt Darren's storytime, but said 
that she could be in the library for a few hours yet, so she would 
see Darren when storytime had finished. I suggested that if she 
had the time we could go to a nearby coffee-house and imbibe a cup 
or two.

Avril was delighted at the invitation, so I asked the library 
assistant what time the stories would finish, and learned that we 
had about an hour to play with. We went to the coffee-house and 
exchanged life stories. I also told her about the children's 
outing to the working farm, and she became very animated because 
she had been trying for months to interest Darren in things 
related to the animal kingdom, but in the absence of practical 
experience it was difficult to raise more than mild interest in 
him.

Then I told her about the incident in the Gents' toilet just after 
we had met Paul; that Paul at the time had appeared to be shy 
about showing his equipment, but Darren wasn't. She replied that 
she had brought him up to be completely unconcerned about showing 
any part of his body, and she was not in the least bothered that I 
would see him naked when I bathed him. She said with a smile that 
she enjoyed giving him an erection and then she would play with it 
until he couldn't stop giggling. She asked me if I had done the 
same, and I confessed that when he asked me to wash it, I had gone 
a little further than mere washing because it felt so delightful. 
She smiled at that comment and agreed that it was, but wouldn't be 
like that much longer; it would soon grow and become just another 
big adult organ. I thought that she could almost have been 
described as a female paedophile, but kept the thought to myself. 
I decided that she was a very pleasant lady.

We returned to the library with a few minutes to spare before the 
end of storytime, and when Darren saw his mother he was surprised 
and overjoyed. I introduced the other two children. When Avril saw 
them, she was very pleased that Darren could enjoy the company of 
children his own age. Then she suggested that we all might return 
to her house since she had already availed herself of my 
hospitality. As far as her boss was concerned she was still 
researching her project, and she had been given the whole day to 
do it. The children were excited by the idea, so we all piled into 
my car (Avril had come on the bus) and drove to her house. On the 
way, she told me more news about the boy who had attacked Darren: 
he had tried the same with another boy and had wounded him with 
another flick-knife. His step-father had been true to his word and 
had applied to have him sectioned under the mental health act. He 
was currently in a young offender's institution pending 
psychiatric examination. She had also heard that the councillor's 
wife had had a seizure on hearing the news, and was in hospital.

We arrived at the Whiting home and went indoors. I was nearly 
lunch-time, so she made us all sandwiches and drinks, then she 
suggested that the three children might like to go up to Darren's 
room and play with his computer. When they had gone, she asked me 
if I had bathed the other two as well as Darren. I knew what she 
was hinting at, so I said I had, and it was very enjoyable. I said 
I had washed between their legs using fingers rather than a 
flannel, and I could see her interest rising.

"Do you think we could do that together some time?" she asked.

"I'm not sure about Mandy; her mother is staying with her baby son 
in hospital at the moment, but she expects to be home today or 
tomorrow. And Paul usually returns home at about 7 o'clock when 
his parents return, so that might be a problem as well. But I 
could suggest that one or both of them have a sleep-over here, and 
maybe I could join you for part of the evening. Or perhaps you 
could come to my house while the three of them are together. There 
are several alternatives."

I could see her becoming excited, and I decided that she probably 
had similar paedophilic tendencies as I did, wanting nothing more 
than mutual sexual pleasure with children. I suggested that we all 
return to my house later and maybe she could 'assist' me bathing 
Darren and Mandy in the evening, and possibly Paul as well. She 
jumped at the chance, confirming my suspicions that I had a 
kindred spirit with me.

We left the children playing upstairs, and I had little doubt as 
to the subject of their games. I told Avril that they often played 
'doctor' together, and she suggested we might go upstairs and 
perhaps catch them at it. I was a bit dubious about that, thinking 
that it might compromise activities later on, and she agreed with 
a sigh, further strengthening my earlier opinion. Truth to tell, I 
was less than happy about having any sexual contact with children 
outside my own home, so I decided that we would all go there 
shortly. Avril called upstairs and said told them to finish what 
they were doing as we were going out. After a few minutes they 
came down and asked where we were going, so I told them we were 
taking Avril home with us for the evening. A little cheer escaped 
Darren's lips; he was obviously very fond of his Mum.

When we reached home, the children again disappeared upstairs, but 
this time we waited for a little while until there was an eerie 
silence from their room. Then we walked upstairs silently and I 
opened the door to Darren's bedroom. As before, they were indeed 
playing doctor, and when Avril saw it she gasped. Paul and Mandy, 
thinking they had been 'caught', blushed deeply and tried to hide 
their crotches, but Avril simply walked in and sat between them, 
lifting their clothing again. 

"My, my," she said, "you three have been busy. Can I watch?"

Paul and Mandy looked up at me and saw me smiling and nodding, so 
they relaxed.

"I like your willies, children," she said. "I often see and touch 
Darren's of course, but I rarely see a little girl's. I think 
yours is lovely, Mandy, and I'd love to hold yours, Paul."

"Why don't you three get undressed?" I suggested. "I was going to 
suggest that Avril help me bath you this evening, but maybe we can 
all enjoy each other now."

"Are you going to undress as well?" asked Paul cheekily.

"I don't see why not," I replied, with a questioning look at 
Avril.

She smiled and nodded. "I'd love to."

"I think we'll be better off in my bedroom; the bed's much 
bigger," I said, and we all changed rooms.

We all stripped down to our birthday suits, Mandy staring at 
Avril's naked body. "I've never seen a lady undressed before," she 
said. "My Mum never lets me see her in the bath."

"Well, I'm not much different from you," replied Avril. "I have 
breasts of course and hair between my legs, but you will have the 
same before you're very much older. Darren has often seen me 
naked, so he's quite used to it. How about you, Paul?"

Paul admitted that he and his parents spent their holidays at 
naturist camps and he had probably seen more naked men and women 
than any of us. Then he explained that they had sex orgies with 
him; Avril smiled, knowing that her plans wouldn't give his 
parents any trouble. Only Mandy felt somewhat left out.

"Well, why don't we touch each other all over, Mandy?" suggested 
Avril. "That way you won't feel like an outsider. Maybe Paul would 
like to join in as well."

I watched Avril, Mandy and Paul having a mutual touchy-feely 
session, and decided that Darren needed some attention as well, so 
I started sucking his cock and he licked mine. Avril noticed and 
sucked Paul's while fingering Mandy's vagina. Mandy was intrigued 
with Avril's hirsute pussy and put her finger in Avril's vagina. 
Avril took time out from Paul's penis and told her she could do 
anything she wanted, then returned to her main task.

After a while, Avril suggested that I might like to fuck her with 
the children watching. There was no objection from me, so she 
asked me to lie on my back and she would squat over me so that the 
children could see everything that was happening. This I did, and 
I recalled the way I had taken Mandy's virginity. When Avril's 
vagina closed over my helmet I experienced a similar feeling, but 
it was not quite so intense because Avril, being a mother, could 
never be as tight as Mandy. But Avril compensated to a large 
extent by working her vaginal muscles and moving back and forth so 
that my helmet continually massaged her cervix - this obviously 
gave her tremendous pleasure. She leaned forward far enough for me 
to suck one of her breasts, and when Paul saw this he sucked the 
other one. Meanwhile, Mandy was stroking Avril's anus, much to the 
delight of its owner.

"This is how I became pregnant with you, Darren," she said, 
"Although not by Joe of course, and not when being watched by 
three children." Darren was staring in amazement, so I drew him 
close and stroked his penis to erection with his mother smiling 
her approval.

"Have you done this with any of the children?" she asked.

"All three of them," I replied, "Mandy in three holes and the boys 
in two."

"My, my, you have been busy," she said, and then suggested that I 
should bugger her rather than risk pregnancy. "You won't get it 
dirty," she said, "There won't be anything in there for a few 
hours yet."

I asked one of the children to fetch the KY from the bathroom, but 
Avril said it wasn't necessary; her juices would provide adequate 
lubrication.

She lifted herself off my penis, then asked Mandy to take hold of 
it and present it to her bottom. Darren still couldn't believe his 
eyes; it had never occurred to him that his Mum could enjoy sex, 
especially anal sex.

Avril was obviously no anal virgin, because my penis slid in quite 
easily. She leaned back and displayed her open pussy for all to 
see. Paul looked closely, then fingered her clitoris which had 
emerged from its protective hood, and invited Mandy to touch it. 
This she did, and also put a finger in Avril's vagina. 

"Nicely done, Mandy," said Avril. "You're touching my pleasure 
centres and it feels lovely."

Meanwhile, Avril's sphincter was massaging my penis and growing 
ever tighter. As she bounced up and down I had the sensation of 
being wanked by a all-enclosing fist, and it made me ejaculate. 
Avril put her arms round me and held me tightly as I was jerking 
up and down in her rectum, then she kissed me when my twitching 
had subsided. She asked Darren to fetch a towel from the bathroom, 
and when it arrived she lifted her bottom off me and held the 
towel to her anus. Little farting noises made the children laugh, 
so Avril told them that when my cock had entered her rectum, some 
air went in and now it was coming out.

She lay down and relaxed while I went to the bathroom to wash my 
penis. Avril understood that it was necessary for hygiene reasons, 
and said that she would have to use the toilet to remove the 
liquid I had given her. When I returned, she ran to the bathroom 
with the towel pressed to her bottom and sat on the toilet with 
the door wide open - she obviously wasn't shy in the least. 

"Now we've all had Joe's willy in us," she said, "and I feel 
privileged to have shared it with the three of you."

Mandy cuddled her and handled a breast. "I think you're nice," she 
said. "Can I touch your willy again?"

"Sure, but not at the moment. We'd better get dressed because Paul 
will be going home shortly. I don't mind if you tell your Mum and 
Dad about this, Paul, but please don't tell anyone else."

"I've never told anyone about Mum and Dad until just now," he 
said, "not even Uncle Joe until Dad told him. So I'll keep quiet 
about this as well except to Mum and Dad."

That statement satisfied Avril, and she smiled and led the way to 
Darren's room to get dressed. Mandy still couldn't take her eyes 
off Avril's pubic hair; Avril noticed and kissed her. "Some women 
shave themselves there completely," she said with a smile. "They 
want to look like little girls."

When we were all dressed we went downstairs to have a drink and 
sat chatting until we heard Derek and Janet's car arrive. We 
accompanied Paul next door and we all laughed when Derek said, 
"Your little group seems to get bigger every day, Joe."

I introduced Avril but she declined an offer to go indoors with 
them, saying that she had to return home and catch up on the work 
she should have been doing during the afternoon. I took the hint 
and the rest of us got into my car for the journey to Avril's. 
Just before we left her, she expressed her thanks for a wonderful 
afternoon and said that she was completely happy for Darren to 
stay with me for the time being, but would like to see him on 
Sundays and Mondays, when she wasn't at work. That sounded like a 
sensible idea to me, and we agreed that Darren would stay with me 
from Tuesday to Saturday throughout the school holiday. Mandy 
would probably be with us during most days so that Darren would 
have a playmate, though not just for sex, which caused Avril to 
smile. Avril would take advantage of the situation by working 
plenty of overtime so that she would be able to afford a few 
luxuries for Darren.

We returned home and I decided to check on Julia's situation. 
There was no reply from her home phone, so I assumed she was still 
at the hospital. I told Mandy and she didn't seem at all upset, 
saying that she would be able to sleep with Darren and me tonight 
at least. I realised that there was no need at present for a 
second bedroom, but remembered that I would have to change my 
sheets and wash towels before Sarah returned. I also phoned Sarah 
for an update on her mother. 

"There's no change at the moment," said Sarah. "She seems to be 
drifting about in a world of her own. Her doctor has visited and 
assured me that she's in no danger, and that the fall has done no 
physical damage. We just have to wait until her mind recovers."

The third phone call was to my customer about the report I had 
sent. He was very happy with it and told me he had sent me more 
information with a request to extend the report, agreeing a very 
satisfactory price at the same time. I knew then that I probably 
had one more day of relaxation before the next tranche of 12-hour 
days began, so I decided to throw economy to the winds on the 
morrow and take the children to the wildlife park, 150 miles down 
the nearby motorway. I called in next door and told them of my 
plan, which raised a cheer from Paul. Janet also mentioned that 
Paul had been telling her about our sex session earlier, and how 
grateful she was that Paul had been included in everything. Then I 
returned to hear the phone ringing; it was Julia.

"I'll be coming home tomorrow," she said. "but I'll have to keep a 
very close watch on David for the next few days because he has 
picked up some sort of infection in his lungs."

"Well, if you want me to keep Amanda until you are ready for her, 
Darren and I would be delighted and so would Paul. We're getting 
on so well together that an outsider might think they are brothers 
and sister."

Then I went on to tell her about my plan to take them to the 
wildlife park, and she was delighted with the idea. She said that 
Amanda need to expand her horizons, and that was an excellent way 
of doing it; I thought to myself with a leer that I had already 
expanded part of her. Julia said she would pack another case with 
clothes for Amanda, and I could drop off her used clothes for 
washing.

We drove home and I put the children in the bath. Darren was very 
happy that he had Mandy all to himself, so I said, "What about 
me?" He looked somewhat downcast until he realised that I was only 
joking. 

"I'm going to enjoy you both tonight," I said. "I'm going to make 
the most of the opportunity, so I want you both to suck me, then 
I'll take your one hole and perhaps Mandy's two." That brought a 
cheer from Mandy; I was happy that they both were budding sex-
maniacs and decided that Darren's rectum would be the receptor of 
my seminal offering. After ensuring that their bowels were more or 
less empty I washed both bottoms inside and out in the usual way, 
bathed myself and then carried them to my bed laying them on a 
towel for safety.

I started by sucking Darren's little worm to erection, then 
tongue-fucked his anus, drawing squeaks of pleasure from him. I 
transferred my activity to Mandy's snatch while she started 
sucking Darren's cock, then I found Darren's mouth on mine. The 
feeling was exquisite; despite having had three children's mouths 
on my cock, l hadn't managed to become jaded. Darren obviously 
hadn't finished with me, because I soon felt his tongue entering 
my bottom, and it was a delicious feeling. He didn't stay there 
long, but presented his rear to Mandy when she asked him to, and I 
saw her licking his anus so that he started squeaking again. Since 
she was licking his bottom, I decided to do it to her, and 
received the expected murmur of pleasure.

Enjoyable though this rimming was, I decided that it was time for 
penetration. I lifted Mandy to a kneeling position while she was 
still rimming Darren, finger-fucked both her vagina and her rectum 
and stimulated her clitoris so as to encourage the flow of her 
juices. When her vagina was suitably wet, I applied my helmet and 
pushed . . .

Mandy became very animated and her breathing increased. When I was 
fully inserted and pumping, I put my finger in her anus and with 
the other hand I stroked one of her nipples. She started shaking 
and I felt her vagina contracting and releasing on my penis, which 
increased my pleasure immensely. I knew I couldn't last very long 
like that, so I pulled Darren up to a keeling position also and 
transferred my very well lubricated penis to his anus. To avoid 
deflating Mandy too quickly I re-inserted a finger in her anus and 
another in her vagina and pumped both fingers in and out. As I was 
doing this my penis was sliding into Darren's bowels and eliciting 
the same sequential squeezing and relaxing as I had received from 
Mandy. This was a stimulus to start me pumping in and out, causing 
his sphincter to tighten around my shaft. I knew that I couldn't 
hold out any longer and started to fill his bowels with my baby-
batter, then I lay along his back and reached underneath him to 
hold and squeeze a little widdler which had become seriously 
erect.

When we finally relaxed and lay on the bed, Mandy reminded me that 
I had broken my promise by failing to bugger her. I kissed her and 
apologised, then I told her that her bottom would be the next 
receptor of my rampant cock. A return kiss told me that she was 
looking forward to it. As usual, I took Darren to the toilet so 
that he could remove the semen from his bowels.

Returning, I told the children that it was now time for them to 
sleep, so I covered them over in my double bed, kissed them both 
and switched off the light.

 *

The next day brought a surprise: Sarah phoned and said that her 
mother had recovered her mental balance almost completely 
overnight and she had been very apologetic, saying that she must 
have been suffering a temporary breakdown. She was determined to 
continue her independent life, so that Sarah would be able to 
return home. I drove over to fetch her, taking Darren and Mandy 
with me. On the way, I told them that this was the end of our 
sexual activities for the time being, and they both understood. I 
told Mandy that I would somehow keep my promise of the previous 
evening, but we would have to wait for an opportune moment. Sarah 
was quite happy to act as temporary mother for both of them when 
required, and with that I accepted that life would soon return to 
normal for both of us but with happy interludes looking after 
children, and even happier ones when I could have them to myself. 

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Here endeth the story. Any constructive criticism, whether 
positive or negative, would be welcome, and if the story makes you 
want to donate to ASSTR, I'm sure it would be much appreciated.

desrathgit88@googlemail.com

