Jean-Michel Turquoise

An Uncle's Peverted Path To Lust

I.

Montreal in the Springtime, eh. 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 clubhouse. It was also quieter, as the local supporters tended to become rather noisy when lubricated with multiple cans of lager. My wife Niki 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, eh. I decided to walk into the nearby shopping center 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 Jean-Michel'. His tears subsided, he told me his name, Vincent Vollmann, his age, ten, then he took my hand and we went in. As soon as the biggest of the three boys saw Vincent, he said, “I told you to get out, Ginger-Nut,” and tried to grab Vincent'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 Vincent'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. I said to the two other boys: “Look at your big tough pal, eh, he's crying like a baby,” and they appeared disgusted and walked out of the toilet. I released the boy's left hand and pried 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.

Vincent 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; he replied, “Nothing much, I'm just hanging around, waiting for my Moms 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 Vincent 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. Vollmann to advise her of the situation that Vincent had endured. It occurred to me that if the bully-boy saw him again, Vincent 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. Irene Vollmann. She was paged and when she appeared she was more than somewhat surprised to see Vincent 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 Vincent'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. I told Irene about Vincent's friend being away and she looked even more concerned that Vincent 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 Vincent would have something to do and someone to keep him safe for the rest of the afternoon. We returned to the cricket ground and 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. Vincent 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 Vincent if he wanted to sit in the driver's seat. “I'd much rather sit on your lap, Uncle Jean-Michel,” 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 when a batsman hit a six.

Just before Vincent 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, replied, “That's not something in my pocket, it's my willy.” “Why is it stiff then, eh?” “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 Vincent'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 Vincent'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 glands 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 Vincent and dressed him properly, then moved over to the driver's seat and asked Vincent 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.

She said, “Yeyah, I don't doubt that the bully-boy will be a drug gang member before long, eh, if he's not already?”

II.

My wife introduced herself to Vincent as Auntie Niki and was quite happy to sit in the car chatting to Vincent while I watched the match. We waited until Irene phoned to say she had arrived home, then we drove to Vincent's house and were invited in by his mother; I performed the required introduction. Irene admitted that she was actually Miss Vollmann; she had never been married and didn't know who Vincent'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, Vincent would probably have been ostracized when an unfeeling local community discovered that he was a bastard child. Fortunately such a situation was now so commonplace that Vincent's legitimacy was never considered. Niki shared my opinion that Vincent was just a person in his own right, and his legal status was of no more concern than was his ginger hair. Irene 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 Vincent decided to sit on my lap. Niki smiled when she saw this, and she remarked that Vincent seemed to need a father figure-maybe I was the elected one. Vincent smiled, turned to face me, and said brightly, “Hallo Daddy!” which resulted in laughter from the three of us. Irene returned with the drinks. She wanted to know what the laughter was about, Niki told her that Vincent now had a new father. Irene was interested, and when I suggested that we could perhaps look after Vincent 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 Niki thought that a week's 'holiday' with us might be a good starting point, if Irene could bear losing Vincent for that long. When she looked doubtful, I suggested that we all return to our home so that she could see where Vincent would sleep and what he would be doing while he was with us; Irene agreed, and we drove home.

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 Vincent would be in good hands for at least a week, so we took her home again, collected some clothing and other essentials for Vincent for the coming week, then we returned to our home again with Vincent.

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 assistant county attorney with responsibility for law and order. This attorney 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 Vincent 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 Irene to tell her what the police officer had told us, and she was relieved that some of the danger to Vincent had been averted.

Vincent's bedtime was now long overdue. Niki made his bed and 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- Niki wouldn't approve of my actions. He blushed and apologized, saying that his mother often pleasured him in the same way, so she obviously didn't see anything wrong with it. Niki appeared and said that Vincent's bed was ready, so I told him to change into his pajamas 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.

III.

My sister-in-law phoned and 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 Niki agreed to help her mother as necessary. She drove there in the car, leaving Vincent and myself to our own devices. I went to the bathroom and as I was peeing, Vincent 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 m'gosh, it's huge. Did I make it stiff, eh?” “Yes,” I said. “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 Niki was looking after her mother. “Oh boy m'boy,” he said. “Does that mean we can touch each other's willies?” “If that's what you want.” I said, “but there may also be more interesting things to do with our willies, eh.” I took him into his bedroom and removed his pajamas, 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 glands as his erection increased. When he was fully erect I applied my tongue to the glands, and received an excited squeal in return. “Oh, that's so peachy-keen-awesome possum, Uncle Jean-Michel,” 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 said, “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.” “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. “Eh?”

IV.

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. “I love that,” he informed me. “Please don't stop.”

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 realized 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 Vincent was sitting on my lap. I found a pornographic site and showed Vincent 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. I continued browsing; some gay sites appeared and Vincent 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, eh.” “Could we do that?” he asked, as I had expected, and hoped, he would. “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. Vincent 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 Vincent jumped up and down with excitement. There were a few other children playing there, and one boy about Vincent's age sat on the swing next to Vincent 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 Donald, and to my surprise I realized that he was my next-door neighbor. 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. Donald 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. Vincent announced that he wanted to wee. Donald echoed the need. Vincent asked me to go with him, so the three of us went to the nearby Gents' toilet. Vincent stood at the urinal, took out his little pecker and proceeded to pee.

Donald watched him warily. I sensed that Donald 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. “Vincent and I will wait outside for you,” I said. A man entered and walked over to the urinal, pulling out a large hunk of meat as he went. Donald and Vincent watched in amazement?they had never seen anyone display a huge cock so openly in public. Donald didn't want to stay at the urinal while the man was there, so he waited at the wash-basin with Vincent 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. Vincent and I watched him as he held his little cock; it was slightly bigger than Vincent's and he retracted the foreskin as he urinated. “You should do that as well, Vincent,” I said. “It's much healthier than the way you do it, eh. I do the same.” Donald knew that we were watching his cock and hurriedly replaced it behind his zipper.

“No need to be shy, Donald,” I said. “We're both made the same as you.” Donald 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 that.” “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 Vincent sometime?” asked Donald. Shrugged. “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 Donald, reminding me that he was still a schoolboy. “I'm looking forward to that.” We continued for another half-hour in the playground. I decided it was time for lunch. Rather than risk a confrontation with Donald's grandmother, I suggested that he should go there for his lunch and we would see him in the evening when his parents returned.

V.

Vincent and I went home and had lunch. Vincent reminded me of my promise to put my willy into his 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 I didn'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. 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 Vincent 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 glands, then touched it to Vincent's anus. 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 awesome. 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, 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, eh.” “I don't want to,” he said.

“It felt lovely when it went in and I want to keep it there.” I said, “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 sooooooooooooooooo much.” “Maybe tomorrow,” I said. “You'll have something to look forward to, eh.” 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.

VI.

As I was resting with Vincent sitting on my lap, inspired by a scene from Lolita where Humbert Humbert has the little nymphet in his 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 Donald?” he asked. “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 bestest best part of it!”

“Vincent, if you can't promise me that you'll never tell anyone, including Donald, 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, Vincent understood my concern and he promised he would never tell anyone.

“But can I tell Donald 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 Niki 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 Vincent and the car. I drove past Donald's grandmother's house. Vincent saw Donald walking home and asked me to stop to pick him up. When Donald sat in the car, he said his Mum and Dad were home and asked if Vincent and I could talk to them. Irene was watching for Donald'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 Danny had bought a corner shop type of business and they had to work every day to make it pay. I told Janet that I worked at home and my wife Niki remained as a housewife, so that we were at home all the time. If they found Donald'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 Donald 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 Donald did and had praised him as a good boy. I suggested that Donald could spend the next day with us, and Janet was very happy with the idea. At that moment, Danny came downstairs after having a shower and introduced himself. Janet explained what we had decided and Danny approved in no uncertain terms. I told him that any firm decisions about the future would have to be discussed with Niki, and he agreed that it was essential. I told them of my situation with Vincent; 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 Donald's embarrassment, Janet told me that her mother had been brought up in a strict religious family. Janet had never accepted the premise that naked bodies were dirty, and had impressed the same on Donald. She now understood that Donald 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. Danny 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. It was time for Vincent and me to return to our own home. Janet called the boys downstairs and as we were leaving she said, “Donald will be ready for you tomorrow morning. Just ring the doorbell and he'll come out.” Vincent and I returned home, and Vincent told me that he had seen and touched Donald's willy; Donald had been unconcerned at showing it, so they had exchanged views and touches. They hadn't gone further than that; Vincent decided to leave the next step for the morrow. I bathed Vincent without more sexual action; we were both slightly jaded but were looking forward to some more in the morning, perhaps with Donald included. I put Vincent to bed, read him a story and went downstairs to put in some work hours.

VII.

It was a new working week. Sounds of people going to their jobs pervaded the otherwise still air, and I looked out of the window to give myself a weather forecast. Not a breath of wind, heavy 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 Donald; 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 Vincent's room; he was still asleep so Donald decided to give him a rude awakening. He threw back the bedclothes and revealed Vincent holding his very erect penis. Donald removed Vincent's hand from it and replaced it with his own, then squeezed it gently, retracting the foreskin as he did so. Vincent's expression showed that he enjoyed this, and he made a grab for Donald's nether regions.

Donald sat on Vincent's bed and extracted his small pecker from his trousers, and I was treated to the sight of two ten-year-old boys having a mutual whacking session. Donald obviously didn't object to my watching, as he looked up at me and smiled. I suggested that Vincent should go and pee, and we would decide what to do next when he returned. While Vincent was in the toilet, I sat on the bed with Donald and held his cock, giving it a little squeeze in the same way as he had done for Vincent. Donald looked at me and said, “Vincent 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 Donald 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 jerked it back and forth along its length. “Dad likes me to suck his willy wonka. 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 glands, drawing a bead of precum from the slit.

As he was doing this, Vincent returned and wrapped his hand around my shaft. Two young boys attending my dick gave me thoughts that would have given Donald's grandmother a heart attack. I warned Donald 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.

My penis was wilting and he smiled and stared at it and said, “That's the first time I've sucked anyone off apart from my Dad.

It was great!” “Tell me all about it, Donald,” I said. 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 Donald'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 Vincent and I were playing sexually he felt that he could confide in us. I decided that we could now tell Donald all about our sexual play, and in particular that I had buggered Vincent the previous evening. Donald 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 Vincent and myself. I told him that his parents might object, so he said he would ask them when they came home in the evening.

Vincent 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 Vincent on one knee and Donald 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 Vincent; Donald 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 said, “but there's no need for that on my computer.” Donald remarked, as had Vincent previously, on the size of the men's willies. I told him the same as I had told Vincent-only the largest cocks would be seen on the net, so normal sizes looked tiny by comparison. Vincent 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. Vincent 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, eh,” said Donald, his Canadian accent deep and true.

VIII.

The rain stopped, the sky soon cleared to bright sunshine, and we made our usual foray to the playground via public footpaths.

Vincent and Donald 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 Vincent and Donald. One of them came and sat on the swing next to Vincent and asked him to push her. I heard him reply that his Uncle Jean-Michel might push her if she asked me, so she came over to where I was sitting, said her name was Ellen 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. I heard an adult call for the girls, but Ellen 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.

Donald, ever the gentleman, said “You can play with us if you like. Uncle Jean-Michel's looking after us.” Here I was, supervising three ten-year-old children, none of whom I had even met a week ago. Ellen 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 Vincent and Donald. Donald 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 TV 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 Ellen's house and talk to her mother.

This we did, and Ellen's mother was surprised to see her accompanied by a man and two boys. She introduced herself as Hannah 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 Darlene 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 Darlene missed him terribly. This, I thought, was par for the course; little girls and their Dads are often almost inseparable. I explained the situation with Vincent, Donald and myself. Hannah 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 Darlene to join us, and I asked what time I had to return her. “Darlene 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.” “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.” Hannah 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 Ellen and Donald were holding hands. Vincent looked up at me and smiled. “Girls are silly, aren't they?” he said, just loud enough for Ellen to hear. Ellen returned and swatted him on his backside, then she kissed him. Cute. 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 Ellen 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 Vincent'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 Ellen 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. Ellen 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 Vincent said, “See, I told you he wouldn't mind.” “Carry on with your games,” said I, “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 Ellen had something stuck inside her, or one of you boys had your willy damaged.” I took a long look at Ellen's delightful and hairless little snatch, and as I watched, Donald put his finger into the little slit. Ellen 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 Ellen see yours, Uncle Jean-Michel?” Vincent asked, coyly.

“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 Jean-Michel,” said Ellen. “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 Ellen, “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 Ellen 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.”

IX.

I left the children to their sex-games and returned to my computer. I would have loved to fuck Ellen there and then, but the truth was that I needed to speak to Donald's parents and to be certain that it was OK for me to have sexual relations with Donald. 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.” I heard tinkling laughter, which could only have come from Ellen. They all tucked in to the salad, and Ellen 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 Donald to return home. We all accompanied him next door and Danny was surprised to see that our little group had incremented by one. He invited us all in, and I explained the situation regarding Ellen. 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 apologized to Vincent and Ellen 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, Ellen.”

That raised a little cheer from Vincent; he had already decided that he liked Ellen, 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 Vincent's room and was surprised to see the two of them naked on the bed with Vincent 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 Jean-Michel,” she said. “We'll see about that another day,”

I said. “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 Ellen'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 Ellen's house, which we reached just before the appointed hour. Ellen took Vincent up to her room while I had a word with Hannah. I told her of my plan and she was delighted that I had invited Darlene. “As you have probably guessed, she doesn't get many outings other than those with the school.” “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 Darlene at about nine o'clock in the morning if that was convenient. Hannah assured me that it was, then the baby started crying, so I called Vincent downstairs ready for departure. When we arrived home I put Vincent to bed in my room, read him a story and watched him drift off to sleep.

X.

I awoke the next morning to a wonderful feeling in my nether regions. I looked under the bedclothes and saw Vincent busily sucking my penis. He looked up, smiled, said “This is the breakfast I want,” then resumed. It didn't take me long to fulfill his request, and he swallowed my seminal offering gladly. We dressed and went downstairs to breakfast. Vincent 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 Donald, then phoned Hannah to say that I would collect Darlene 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 Ellen 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. Donald expressed a desire to wee, so we found a spot hidden by bushes and all three children did the necessary, with Ellen squatting and the two boys watching with considerable interest.

“Don't you want to wee as well, Uncle Jean-Michel?” asked Vincent. I decided that I did, and three little faces watched me extract my cock and urinate. Ellen declared that she couldn't wait to have it all to herself, whereupon Donald 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, Niki 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 Niki 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 ten years old. Niki 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. I finished talking to Niki and the children dragged me upstairs, although without much objection from me. As soon as we went into Vincent'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 Ellen asked if she could suck it.

“I love sucking my Daddy's willy,” she said excitedly, “and it usually spurts 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 Jean-Michel,” said Donald, “and we liked the taste straight away.” “It's a bit bigger than my Daddy's,” said Ellen. The dirty little whorelet started to suck my cock and 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. Donald moved to the other side of Vincent and started to suck his cock. I lifted Ellen 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.”

There was no further need for secrecy about any of my actions with the boys. Vincent 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 Jean-Michel? I'm not going to ask my Mom, she'd have a moooo cow.” The rest of us laughed at this expression, and I tried unsuccessfully to imagine a woman of that diminutive size producing a cow from her vagina. I told Ellen 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 Vincent, 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 Ellen. 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 Donald later on, he should be the one. He and Ellen sat in the bath with Donald's legs between Ellen'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. Vincent decided to stroke it, giving himself an erection at the same time. Ever mindful of the reason these two were bathing, I asked Ellen to stand up and bend double so that I could wash her bottom. As with Vincent, 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, Donald 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 Ellen's rectum, and when my finger came out clean, I repeated the operation on Donald.

As I did so, Ellen returned the earlier compliment by jerking Donald'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.

Ellen was smiling in expectation, and the boys were playing with each other's willies. I decided to give Ellen 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. “Daddy never did that to me. It feels tres magnifique!” 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 Donald 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!” Donald started sucking my cock while Vincent was sucking his, so that we formed an oral-action chain, but I soon had to remove mine from Donald's mouth in case his sucking compromised my ability to delay my ejaculation.

Then I placed the towel under Ellen's bottom, fetched the KY and lubricated her anus and rectum, also applying some to my glands. 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 glands 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 Niki or even with Vincent. This young lady could give a statue an erection. The boys were watching as we completed this act of buggery, and Donald 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 Vincent, determined to have his say as well. I smiled and slowly removed my penis from Ellen. As expected, some semen came out with it and dripped on to the towel. I watched Ellen'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 prying 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 Vincent which sounded like “Join the queue!” Ellen then curled up in fetal position and let the semen continue to drip from her bottom on to the towel. Vincent noted her extreme pleasure and kissed her. “I hope we can all stay together forever,” he said.

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 Ellen 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 Ellen. My penis was still flaccid and I decided that it was time we did something completely divorced from our recent sexual activity. We dressed. I heard the phone ring, so I went downstairs to answer it. It was Hannah, 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 Darlene 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 Vincent'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 Vincent out of his bedroom.” “Oh no,” she replied. “If she's happy to share Vincent'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 Darlene's stay with us. She said she would pack an overnight bag for Darlene and we could collect it as soon as we arrived. When we got there, Hannah was waiting with the carry-cot in one hand and Ellen's bag in the other, obviously anxious to be away. She kissed Darlene goodbye and thanked me again. People.

XI,

We were near the children's play area and I 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 Ellen's anal injection, which gave me an erection just thinking about it. I was day-dreaming. Ellen 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.” “I agree,” I said, and she laughed and smacked my bottom. “You're not, you're horrible!” and then she kissed me. I decided that another fast-food meal would not come amiss, so we all drove to Burger King 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.

It was time for Donald 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 Vincent's room, Ellen. 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!” “Sure,” 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 Ellen'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, Vincent erected and Ellen 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 Ellen 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. Vincent 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, Ellen held my penis and stroked 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 Niki's tampons that I knew would be needed after I had fucked Ellen.

On the bed, I laid both children on their backs and applied my mouth to their sex organs in turn. While I was sucking Vincent, I fingered Ellen's vagina, and then switched over, licking Ellen and hand-pumping Vincent. This continued for a few minutes, then I told Ellen 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 Vincent 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 Niki or Hannah could see this spectacle I would be for the high jump very quickly. I felt Ellen's vagina closing over my glands 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 Vincent'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.

Ellen achieved full penetration and I felt my glands 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 Vincent's lap. Vincent 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, Ellen had reached her orgasm and Vincent had also reached a little boy's dry orgasm. Slowly we all came down from our respective highs and relaxed. I lifted Vincent off my face as my penis slid out of Ellen. I applied the towel to Ellen'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 Ellen that the string was there to enable her to remove it in the morning. We all lay down on the bed to recuperate, Ellen on one side of me and Vincent 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. That is, I nodded off, one happy fucking perverted Uncle.

Content

Jean-Michel Turquoise
An Uncle's Peverted Path To Lust

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