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

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.

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.