Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2010 19:35:58 +0100 From: Des Rathgit Subject: "Garry's Awakening" Garry's Awakening By Des Rathgit (M/b, M/F/b, oral, anal, cons) This story describes the gentle defloration of a little boy's virginity and the eventual knitting together of a new family. I originally posted it on "Perverts 'r' Us" hosted by ASSTR.ORG, but P 'r' U has now gone the way of all flesh, so I hope that readers may enjoy it here. Disclaimer: I expect some readers may see names that coincide with their own; such coincidence is completely unintentional. No character is based on anyone I know, and apart from that, everything is fiction. ! ! ! DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME ! ! ! * * * * * * * * David Langley was walking home after a trip to the dentist for his annual check-up. A math and physical education teacher at the nearby comprehensive school, he was well-regarded by his local community to the extent that almost everyone he met had a welcoming smile for him. Aged 33 and childless, he was a recent divorcee due to his ex-wife's growing fascination with sapphism, a penchant that David had found puzzling and hurtful simultaneously. Fortunately, the lady still harboured a considerable fondness for him, and the divorce was thus fairly painless - no screaming accusations from either, just an agreement on both sides to irreconcilable differences. Thus it was that, while walking through a housing estate close to his own home, he saw a young boy from one of his previous year's classes, 7-year-old Garry Baxter, who had just returned home on the school bus. Garry was looking distinctly agitated, so David stopped to talk to him. "Hello Garry, what seems to be the problem?" "I can't find my key to the house, my Mum's out at work and I'm desperate for the toilet," said a white-faced Garry. "Well, why don't you just go behind a bush in your garden? Nobody will see you." "No sir, I need a poo. I had an upset tummy this afternoon." "Oh well, then you'd better come round to my house; it's not far away," offered David. "I need the toilet awful bad, sir, I don't know if I can make it." "In that case, I'd better carry you so that you can concentrate on keeping it in until we get home." So David carried the little lad the next quarter-mile. As he was putting Garry down to fetch his front-door key, he heard the ominous sounds indicating that he was about 30 seconds too late. Garry dissolved into floods of tears at the embarrassment of disgracing himself thus, but David, who was used to the problems experienced by children, just smiled. "This sort of thing can happen to anyone, Garry. It's easily put right; I'll just put you in the bath after you've used the toilet." While Garry was doing the necessary, David put the soiled clothes in the wash-basin to soak and then ran the bath. He heard the toilet flush and waited for Garry to come out, then led him to the bath and lifted him in. Garry was slightly embarrassed at being naked in front of his former math teacher, but David calmed him by telling him "You're hardly different from the boys I've supervised in the showers after PE classes." Then he started washing the pungent ordure from Garry's lower regions. He avoided touching the little lad's wee-stick. "You'll be wanting to do that bit yourself," he said. "My Mum does it for me at home," said Garry, "Will you wash it please?" David looked at him closely, but saw no guile in the little face. "OK," he said, and commenced soaping the tiny penis. As he was drawing back the foreskin, an erection started to increase its length, and Garry had the grace to blush. "It doesn't do that when my Mum washes it," he admitted. David was slightly amused, then interested in this little morsel of flesh. He continued to rub the little shaft, and then ran a finger gently over the glans. "Ooh, I like that," was Garry's comment. David smiled and thought to himself that little-boy flesh could be interesting, thus revealing to himself an aspect of his character that he hadn't known about. "Do you have your mother's or father's phone number at work?" asked David. "One of them needs to know where you are, since you won't be in when they get home." "My Dad died last year," was the response from Garry, clearly distressed at the mention of his much-loved father. "Mum's phone number is written on a piece of paper near the phone at home." Garry looked crestfallen, as though he should have foreseen this eventuality. "Don't worry, Garry, we'll pop round to your house and put a note through the letter-box to tell her what's happened. We'll have to go there in the car; you don't have any dry clothes to wear." So David wrote a note explaining the situation, and suggested that Garry's mother bring some clothes for him when she collected him. Then he wrapped a towel around Garry's lower half, dressed the top half in an old sweater to keep him warm, and put him in the car. Having delivered the note, they returned to David's house and David sat Garry down at the computer to play games or to do whatever else 7-year-old boys do on computers, then went to perform some of the housekeeping chores that never otherwise seemed to get done. A ring of the doorbell curtailed these activities. It was Garry's mother, who had left work early, seen the note and brought him a change of clothes. "Hi, I'm Elaine Baxter. I'm so grateful to you for helping Garry in this way. I don't know what he would have done otherwise." David decided to mention the fact that he had bathed Garry and washed his little widdler, just in case Garry mentioned it to her later. "In the circumstances, you didn't have much choice," she said. "I would have done exactly the same in your position." Then she went on to explain that Garry had to go home by himself after school because she was at work. She omitted to mention her widowhood, as she knew Garry's sensitivity at the mention of his late father. David realised the problem. "Perhaps Garry could come home with me after school, or if I have to stay late he could there stay with me. In that case, you could collect him from school when you finish work." Garry was clearly impressed with the idea. "That's brilliant! I've found some great pages on the internet using Mr. Langley's computer. There are naked ladies on some of them! I never see that at school." An embarrassed silence followed, and then David explained. "We have NetNanny on the school computers, but I don't on mine, and I had forgotten that when I left him to his own devices." But David was most surprised at Elaine's reaction. "He probably sees that sort of thing when he goes to his friend Danny's house. Anyway, it's impossible to shield children from the twenty-first century. If I make a big fuss about this, it will suggest forbidden fruit to him. Such things appear on the TV all the time, and anyway I don't see what the fuss is about. So long as it doesn't glorify violence or other depraved behaviour, I'm not bothered." This was a modern, broad-minded mother, bowing to the inevitable and accepting it calmly. So they agreed that David would bring Garry home at the end of the school day, and at the same time he suggested that he could baby-sit at other times if need be. Garry scowled at the word which suggested extreme youth - he considered himself almost grown-up. "I can't pay you much," said Elaine. "I would have used the services of a child-minder, but they are so expensive now." "No need for payment," said David. "We get along very nicely, and if he misbehaves I'll just take him to the council rubbish-dump and dispose of him there." Garry looked up in alarm, then realised that this was just adult-speak. * * * * * * * * The days rolled by, David looked after Garry as prescribed, and they became very fond of each other. Garry couldn't forget his father, but came to view David as a very satisfactory substitute. Elaine noticed, of course. "He was desperately in need of a father figure," she said, "and you've picked up the baton, like it or not." There was no dissent from David . . . he liked it! Elaine, being a very young-looking 31 years of age, was starting to concern herself with her own future as a now-single woman. Having a seven-year-old son did nothing for her eligibility as a partner, but knowing that she could count on David's services as a responsible pseudo-parent, she was able to accept, with David's blessing, invitations to parties and dates whenever they were offered. So it was that when she came to collect Garry one Friday evening, she asked David if he would mind keeping Garry until the following morning; she had been invited on a date and might even consider staying for breakfast. "I'd be very happy to do that," offered David. "He can sleep in the guest bedroom whenever he wants to. Just bring his pyjamas and any other things he might need, plus tomorrow's underwear. It might be a good idea to leave everything here for future use." Elaine informed him that Garry preferred sleeping in his birthday suit, a preference that David also shared. Garry looked questioningly at his mother. "Will Uncle David be bathing me?" he enquired. "Of course," replied Elaine. "You're not shy are you? He's bathed you before." David was the first to speak after that exchange. "If you would rather bath yourself, Garry, I'll understand.""Don't be silly Garry," chided his mother. "It'll be all boys together in this house," with a wink at David. "Neither of you is particularly unusual, I'm sure." "Is Uncle David going to bath with me then?" A look of interest crossed his little face. "I don't know," replied Elaine. "You'll have to ask him. After all, your Dad often did." This time, the mention of Garry's father caused little more than a grunt from Garry. He was fast becoming accustomed to having a surrogate father in David. "I think we'll play it by ear," decided David, terminating the subject. Elaine thanked him and left to get ready for her evening date. David made a meal for the two of them, and then Garry sat down at the computer. David had by this time installed a second user account for Garry, adding the required safe-surfing program, much against his private distaste for such restrictions. But the possibility that David might mention a particular "naughty" page at school and have it traced to the home of a teacher was too much of a risk. He still kept his own account unsullied, though. The time came for Garry's bath and bed-time. David undressed him, put him in the bath and started washing him. "Can you wash my willy like you did before, Uncle David?" he asked. "I haven't had a feeling as good as that since you did it." David was a little uneasy at that request. "It's not something you should be talking about to anyone else, Garry," He said. "If it got to the wrong ears I might be in very serious trouble, and you would probably never see me again." "I've never told anyone at all, not even Mum. I heard you telling her you'd washed my willy, but not that you'd made it go stiff." David thought for a moment. "OK, Garry, then I will," and he began washing the small appendage, squeezing it gently and rubbing along its length. Then he again stroked the glans, bringing a squeal of joy from Garry. "Oh, don't stop," cried Garry. "It feels so nice." David decided that there was nothing to be gained by restricting his actions. "I think it's time I showed you some of the nice things that can happen to you," he said. "I'll get into the bath with you, and we'll have some fun." David undressed and got into the bath, sporting an erection which Garry eyed with interest. "Gosh, it's much bigger than mine," said a breathless little boy. "Will mine get as big as that?" David's manhood was a reasonable size - six inches by one-and-a-half in diameter, but to Garry it looked more like a horse-cock. "It's not always this big. It's only half the size normally. It just gets big when I see a lovely little willy like yours." "Can I hold it?" asked Garry. "Yes, but be careful. It's very sensitive, just like the end of yours." "Dad and I used to lick each other's willies," said Garry. "I really enjoyed that, and I think he did too." I don't doubt it, thought David. A blowjob is lovely in anyone's language. But then Garry artlessly spoiled the moment by declaring, "Dad's was much bigger than yours. I couldn't get it in my mouth, so I could only lick it." David accepted the situation, knowing that he couldn't change it anyway. But then he reflected that there were advantages to having an average-size penis. A really big one couldn't be accommodated by anyone who wasn't used to such things. Garry held David's sceptre and gently masturbated it, betraying his expertise. David decided privately that he approved of the late Mr. Baxter's educational abilities. "Come and sit on my lap, Garry," he said softly. "Then we can do it to each other." So Garry sat on David's lap, squeezing between his thighs the six inches of penis sticking up between his legs. David then performed the same masturbatory action on Garry's little chopper, and the two floated up to seventh heaven. David resisted the urge to ejaculate until he could almost bear it no longer. "Stand up and face me," he said. When Garry obeyed, David took the small tube of flesh into his mouth and sucked it, paying special attention to the glans. At times he included the tiny scrotum in his sucking motions, which added to Garry's pleasure. "Oh stop, Uncle David," he cried after a few minutes. "I want to wee". David released the little worm and allowed it to pee into the bath-water, safe in the knowledge that the urine was being diluted several thousand-fold. "That was lovely, Uncle David. Can I do it to you now?" David pulled the bath-plug to drain the water and said, "Let's go into your bedroom, we'll do it there." David collected a tube of KY jelly from the bathroom cabinet on the way. Lying on the bed, they adopted a 69 position, with Garry lying full-length on top of David. Garry started sucking the helmet and managed to get about half the shaft into his mouth as well, while David, with a KY-lubricated finger, gently stroked Garry's anus, drawing moans of contentment from the owner of the anus. As his vinegar-stroke approached, David asked, "Did your Dad ever cum in your mouth, Garry?" "Yes, lots of times. I got to like the taste." At that, David's groin responded by giving the well- known pre-ejaculation feeling. "Well, get ready for it then. Here it comes." The young lad started swallowing as the spurts of joy- juice hit the back of his throat; he managed to accept it all without gagging. When the spurts subsided, David relaxed in blissful pleasure, stroking the back of Garry's neck with one hand and continuing to stroke his anus with the other while Garry responded with sighs of delight. "Garry, you're the best," said David. "You're far better at it than my wife ever was, and your willy is delicious as well. I want to keep you here for ever, but I suppose I have to share you with your Mum." Garry smiled in contentment at a job well done. Then he had what he thought was a brainwave. "Why don't you and Mum get married," he asked. "Then we could all be together for ever." "That's easier said than done, Garry. Your Mum might not be the right type of woman for me to share the future with. I've already had one disappointment, and another one would drive me round the bend. Besides, I might not be the right type for her either." "Gosh, it sounds terribly complicated," the little boy remarked. "Well, we'll see what happens as we get to know each other better. Time for some shut-eye now." Garry laid his head on the pillow, David kissed him goodnight, then went to get dressed again. * * * * * * * * As he was sitting watching TV, David considered Garry's suggestion. It was almost inevitable, knowing that Garry was so fond of him, he thought. These things generally appear fairly simple to a child, but the idea of settling down merely for the purpose of pleasing the child was, he knew, untenable. David decided to talk it over with Elaine, who, he admitted, was becoming increasingly attractive to him. The next day was a Saturday, and David awoke to find Garry using the computer. He was viewing a web-site which showed male homosexuals enjoying each other's sexual equipment; David wondered how Garry had achieved this, and then remembered that he had left the machine running overnight to update his version of Windows. As with so many of this kind of image, the men had weapons which were obviously much larger than David's. Garry noticed as well. "Look, Uncle David, that man's willy is nearly as big as my Dad's was. And now he's putting it in the other man's bottom. Gosh, that must hurt." "Didn't your Dad do that to you?" enquired David. "No, he wanted to and I wanted him to, but it was much too big for me. He tried and he was ever so gentle, but it still wouldn't go in." Then another thought struck Garry. "Do you want to put yours in me? I expect it would go in all right." David immediately remembered his thought of the previous evening: that a smaller organ might succeed where a larger one failed. "I don't want to hurt you, Garry love, and these are the sort of things which have to be kept very private. If anyone suspected something of that nature between us, you and I would certainly never see each other again, and I could be put in prison." "I'll never tell anyone at all, not even my Mum," said Garry heatedly. "I didn't tell her that Dad tried to put his in me, although she probably suspected." David surmised that Elaine, being a mother, probably came nearer to the truth than mere suspicion, but he didn't enlighten Garry. "We'll think about that later," he promised. As he said it, the phone rang; it was Elaine. Talk of the devil . . . "Frank has invited me to his cottage in the Lake District for the weekend," she said with excitement in her voice. "I wonder if . . ." she left the question-mark hanging. "I'd be glad to," David assured her. "We're getting on brilliantly here. I was just about to take him out to the zoo and all that goes with it." Garry pricked up his ears at that. He looked at David and smiled in apprehension. "Oh damn, Garry says he doesn't want to go," continued David, drawing a cry of protest from Garry. "I don't think he agrees with you," laughed Elaine after overhearing. "OK, I'm persuaded. Have a lovely time in the Lake District, and bring back a mermaid for me." David and Garry spent an exhausting day at the zoo, Garry noticing that some of the inhabitants of the simian building were performing acts similar to those he had seen on the internet that morning. "Why is one monkey putting his willy in the other one's bottom?" he queried. "I thought only humans did that." "Well, there's only one way to produce baby monkeys, and that's what you've just seen. They weren't two boy-monkeys; the one in front was a girl." Garry pondered this thought and tried to apply his limited logical skills to the problem. "If you put your . . ." David hurriedly put his hand over Garry's mouth. "Garry, please! Whatever you were going to say, I'm sure that anyone overhearing would look at us with suspicion." Garry looked crestfallen, and covered his embarrassment by bursting into tears. He realised that although there was nobody to overhear, he had been about to break a confidence and thus could have caused endless trouble. "I'm sorry, Uncle David," he said. "It won't happen again." David kissed him and everything was sunshine again. * * * * * * * * When they returned home, tired and very happy, Garry asked David if they could bath together again. "Are you thinking of the monkeys?" David asked with a chuckle. "Yes, I'd like to do it again; I loved it yesterday, just like I love you." That statement caused David to pause for consideration. He loved Garry in return, and he was concerned that he might be taking advantage of a little boy's attachment to him. I don't want to hurt him, he thought. But I know he wants me to fuck him. The question is, can I do it without hurting him? Although my penis is obviously much smaller that his father's was, it's not all that small, and Garry's anus might not be big enough to accept it at this age. He picked Garry up, hugged him and kissed him. "Garry, love, do you really want me to put my willy in your bottom? It would probably be painful, because like it or not, you're just a little boy. You may need to grow for a couple of years before you can take it." Garry started to cry at the thought of being denied this from his hero. "I know I'm little," he sobbed, "but I really want you to do it. Mum told me that doing it shows you love each other, and I love you so much."David was completely nonplussed at this statement. He suspected that Elaine was almost willing him to bugger Garry, knowing that Garry would receive pain and happiness in equal measure. He also realised that Elaine had known definitely that her husband had tried it with Garry, and that she had approved. "All right, Garry, we'll do it after we've bathed." Garry's tears subsided and his face betrayed his happiness at the thought of the forthcoming evening's enjoyment. "Let's clean our teeth and have a wee first." Then David realised an important if inconvenient fact. "Do one thing for me before we get into the bath, Garry. Have a poo, in case your bottom is full. I don't want to get your poo into my willy." David undressed him and sat him on the toilet, then went into the bathroom and started filling the bath. A few minutes lather, Garry came running in. "I've done it, Daddy," he said, and then stopped to realise what he had just called David. "Oh, I'm sorry, Uncle David. I forgot myself just then." David wasn't at all upset by Garry's mistake; in fact, he took it as a compliment."You can call me Daddy if you like. It has a lovely sound to it. It makes me feel that we are even closer than before." With that, David undressed and lifted Garry into the bath, then climbed in himself. The normal ablutions followed, with David paying special attention to Garry's anus, but declining to indulge in any overt sexual actions, saying that it would keep for a little while. Garry looked a little peeved at that, but David consoled him by saying, "We'll both sleep in my bed tonight. It's a long time since I've slept cuddling someone I love." Garry's beaming smile was all the comment required. After drying both Garry and himself, David carried the little boy into the master bedroom, kissing him all the way. He turned down the bedclothes and gently deposited Garry. Then he searched in the drawer of his bedside table for the resident tube of KY and a few tissues, placing them within easy reach. He climbed into bed beside Garry. Garry was lying on his back, his face showing blissful anticipation of what was to come. As before, David lifted him and placed him in 69-fashion, but this time bringing Garry's miniature penis to his mouth. He began the sucking action that had so pleased Garry the previous evening, and then transferred the attentions of his tongue to Garry's anus. Gently, he pushed his tongue forward until it entered Garry's brown circle, causing Garry to squeal with joy. "Oh Daddy, that feels wonderful," Garry cried. "That's never happened to me before." Ignoring the slight taste of ordure, David's tongue pressed on into the waiting cavity at the end of David's alimentary canal. He could feel the anal sphincter relaxing, and he reached under Garry and stroked the little penis at the same time. Garry reached towards David's pubic area and grasped the horn of plenty, giving David a sudden surge of pleasure. "Go easy Garry," he said after withdrawing his tongue, "I don't want to cum just yet. I want to save it for this beautiful little bottom in front of me." He reached for the tube of KY, smearing a large dollop on his forefinger, and then anointing Garry's brown bud. Placing the tube at the entrance to the rectum, he squeezed more KY into Garry, causing a little squeal. "Does it hurt?" he enquired. "No," said Garry, "It just feels a bit funny." So David smeared more KY on his helmet, ready to enter Garry's tunnel of love. He turned Garry over on to his back, and then placed himself between the little thighs. "How much will it hurt, Daddy?" asked Garry. "That depends on you, love. If you push downwards the same as when you just had a poo, it shouldn't hurt too much. When you get used to it, it won't hurt at all, and it will only bring you pleasure." With that, David brought his glans towards Garry's glistening anus, slick with the recent application of KY. As he pushed, he could see Garry's face contorting with discomfort, and said, "Keep trying to push my willy out, Garry. That way you will relax your bottom so that I can enter easily." This advice had the required effect; Garry's anus relaxed and David's tube of flesh slid in slowly. When the whole of his shaft had been accepted, he began a slow rocking motion, gently pumping it in and out by an inch or two. At the same time, he stroked one of Garry's nipples and fondled the little penis, wetting his fingers, peeling back the foreskin and caressing the tiny helmet. Garry's face manifest his extreme pleasure, his penis growing to its full 4-centimetre length. He was being stroked, wanked and buggered all at the same time, and he loved it. The length of David's strokes in Garry's rectum gradually increased, bringing Garry to heights of joy that he had never known to exist. "Oh, I want to wee, Daddy," he said. "I don't think it's wee, love," said David, "You're about to have an orgasm, and so am I. I'll explain that some other time." He continued his rhythmic pumping of Garry's rectum, and finally, "I'm cumming, Garry. Get ready for it." And with that, his strokes lengthened as he slammed his pubic area against Garry's buttocks and ejaculated copious quantities of baby-juice into Garry's bowels. Garry's eyes closed and he started shaking uncontrollably, while his penis released a small amount of urine. "Oh no! I've weed on you Daddy," cried Garry. "Don't worry about it, love, there's not much of it. I'll clean it up in a minute." David reached for the tissues on the bedside table and slowly withdrew from Garry. He held a tissue at Garry's anus to prevent any immediate drips of semen, then he carried Garry to the toilet, sat him down and said "Push it all out, Garry. If you don't it will only leak out of your bottom and make a mess on the sheets. I'll go and clean myself up." He went into the bathroom and washed his penis thoroughly. He loved Garry very much, but had no illusions about the intestinal flora with which his penis had been in contact. After that he went back into the toilet and wiped Garry's bottom. Then he carried Garry back to their bed, joined him and they both fell into an exhausted but very happy sleep. * * * * * * * * The next morning, Sunday, brought an anguished phone call from Elaine. Although she liked Frank, she had not agreed with his notion of sexual enjoyment, which had included a request to use handcuffs and to don black leather. This was no way to treat a lady, she said, and they were returning home prematurely. Broad-minded she may be, but not to the point of accepting any form of BDSM. Garry was delighted that his mother would be returning so soon, and now that he decided he had a father as well, his life seemed to glow with happiness. "Don't read too much into this, Garry," David warned him. "There's a very long way to go before your Mum and I might consider getting together permanently." But the thought that his beloved Daddy had even considered it was enough for Garry at that moment. Later that morning, Elaine called for Garry. She had separated from her weekend date, she declared, as they were friends but totally incompatible in any deeper sense. While Garry was happily playing on the computer, David discussed with Elaine the previous evening's sexual adventures. Elaine, as David had suspected, already knew and approved the fact that Garry would accept a much-loved father anally, and she was more than happy with it; she thought it was wonderful. David had been concerned that he might have hurt Garry, but Elaine knew better. Her husband had been training Garry's anal sphincter with dildos just before he died; this was something of a shock to David, who realised with satisfaction that Garry was brilliant at keeping a secret. They then started to discuss the ticklish problem of whatever future lay before the three of them. They were already good friends, but had never seriously considered any deepening of their relationship until now, now that Elaine's sensitivities had received a significant jolt from Frank's sexual proclivities. She knew that such people existed, of course, but as with so many other unpleasant features in life, it only happens to other people. But now it had happened to her, and she didn't like it. David assured her that, despite his homosexual activities with David, he was not interested in "kinky sex". "Oh, you're just like my husband," she said warmly. "He used to make scathing remarks about rape, sado-masochism and the like. He couldn't abide the thought, but he would have loved to have a full sexual relationship with Garry." "Well, we're all in agreement on both those subjects," David realised that the atmosphere was becoming warmer by the minute. Elaine took Garry home and David busied himself with the necessary housekeeping chores. Try as he might, he couldn't forget the warm intimacy that he had shared with Garry the previous evening, but he realised that his only chance of continuing a permanent relationship with Garry was to consider a permanent relationship with his mother. Although they were drawing together in an emotional sense, that might not be enough to secure the future. * * * * * * * * The same evening, he was sitting and watching TV when the doorbell rang and Elaine and Garry appeared. The first occurrence was that Garry flung his arms around David and cuddled him as though they hadn't seen each other for ages.Elaine and Garry had been discussing the future privately, and had both come to the conclusion that separate lives were fast becoming a non- option. Would David consider moving in with Elaine and Garry, or perhaps the other way round? It took David less than milliseconds to agree, having come to a similar conclusion himself during the day. The resulting expression on Garry's face was enough to convince the two adults that this was the way forward, and with that they began to plan. Elaine and Garry would move in with David, bringing their possessions from all of a quarter-mile away. Practical matters would be discussed with lawyers and others, such as the immediate future of the Baxter house, which was by far the most significant financial asset. All this was way over Garry's head of course. He just sat happily on David's lap, almost purring with contentment. He was sporting a little erection, which David noticed and he absent-mindedly started stroking it, much to Elaine's amusement. They decided that now was as good a time as any to move in, at least temporarily, so the three of them drove round to the other house to collect any required items for that night. There was a storm brewing, and they wanted to complete any necessary collections before the rain started. Garry collected his favourite teddy-bear, Elaine her change of clothes for the morrow and her make-up kit (or her tool-box, as David described it). They returned to David's house and prepared for bed. Elaine and David shared the very enjoyable chore of bathing Garry, with both paying very close attention to Garry's penis, which immediately responded with an erection. Elaine rolled back the foreskin and washed the little helmet, then bent down and kissed it. There was no objection from Garry! David put Garry to bed and read him a story, settling him down with his teddy-bear to cuddle. "I'd much rather cuddle you, Daddy," whispered Garry sleepily. David just kissed him goodnight and went downstairs. * * * * * * * * Elaine and David sat discussing further requirements for their future as the storm outside gathered ominously. A few points of necessity, then it was time for bed. There was no point in expressing any sham prudity; both knew what they wanted and both would give and take in equal measure. As the storm grew in ferocity, so did their sexual activities. Elaine's entrance of Venus was unshaven, much to David's delight. The artificially childlike vulvas of the porno-women on the internet were a poor substitute for this, the real thing. Adopting a 69-style position, they enjoyed each other's equipment to the full. They were about to consummate their relationship when a particularly loud clap of thunder brought Garry running into their bedroom, scared out of his wits. He immediately hid under the cover of their bedclothes, shaking with fear. There was nothing for it but to accommodate him, so David lifted him into bed with them, placed him between them and they both cuddled him soothingly. David's erection was still in evidence, and Garry felt it against his legs. When the little one's fear had subsided, he eased himself down in the bed and started sucking David's penis. Elaine realised what was happening and she gently stroked Garry's erect little organ, uncovering the three of them in the process. David reached over to his bedside table and switched on the light, the better to appreciate this tableau. "Can I watch you putting it into Mum?" Garry asked. Elaine assured David that Garry had been well used to watching the same activities with his father, so David agreed. He lay on his back and Elaine knelt astride him, inserting his penis when she was ready. Garry added to her enjoyment by stroking her anus. It wasn't long before David felt the familiar feeling of rising sap, and he then realised a little late that he was not using a condom. But Elaine guessed his predicament and whispered, "It's all right. I'd love to give Garry a little brother or sister." So David's concern evaporated and he bent to the task of impregnating her. Elaine closed her eyes and rode David as if he were a horse, so that her clitoris rubbed on his pubic hair and his helmet tickled her cervix - she was building up to a giant orgasm. While this was going on, Garry stroked his mother's anus and his pseudo-father's scrotum, and the jets of baby-batter soon followed, David jerking uncontrollably as he ejaculated. Garry watched them both intently. When this frenzied activity subsided, Elaine collapsed on top of David, kissing and cuddling him. Garry joined in the cuddling, leaving David to wonder how he had ever managed to live without this extreme pleasure. Then Elaine rolled off David and the three of them settled down without further ado. Elaine's vagina was dripping but she ignored it and went to sleep with her two men- folk. * * * * * * * * Morning arrived, and there was a frenzied rush to the bathroom, with breakfast and dressing activities following. Wonderful as the previous night's activities had been, the world was beginning a new working week and there was much to do. Elaine decided to call in sick, feigning a possible bout of flu, which gave her some leeway to get Garry ready for school. David managed to complete his morning routine without too much interference, and he and Garry eventually arrived at the school. After the morning's exertions, Elaine managed to sit down and ponder the future. Yes, she thought with satisfaction, this was a return to the married life that she had missed so much, and she suspected that David felt the same. There was no question where Garry was concerned. * * * * * * * * That's the end of my little story. Any constructive comments would be gratefully received. Any flames will be treated with the appropriate extinguisher.