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Subject: {ASSM} Dr. Williams' Nursery, Part IV (pedo, infant, MFmf)
Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 12:10:02 -0400
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Since I started writing my brief accounts of life at the Tiny Tykes
Children's Home, several readers have written to ask, "Don't you have
any boys at your home? What about them?"  The answer is yes, of course
we do, although we maintain a higher percentage of girls, because
that's our primary interest and our primary passion.  But we do have
boys, we've had them from the beginning, and both my wife Carolyn and
I derive great joy from them.
 
About six months ago, for example, we made an opening in our busy
schedule to spend some "quality time" with Billy, a dark-haired,
dark-eyed little boy who was about to celebrate his third birthday. 
Billy had come to our home along with his little sister, Britney (so
many little girls named Britney these days!), who was a year younger. 
The two were close enough in age that "sibling rivalry" had not become
a serious problem, and they were inseperable. They were a strange
little couple, however: Billy was quiet, sensitive, and quite feminine
in his appearance, wheras little Britney, even at the age of two, was
an incorrigible tomboy, her blonde hair perpetually askew, her face
constantly smudged, at least one knee always skinned.  They were
adorable, both seperately and together, and on the evening I'm
thinking of, they were together.
 
Carolyn, my wife and daughter, had expressed an interest in "playing"
with Billy, and I suggested that we bring both of the children to our
bedroom at the same time.  Carolyn jumped at the idea: I have not
often seen her as outrageously aroused as she was that night.
 
Shortly after the other children at the home had gone to bed, Carolyn
led Billy and Britney into our room.  They both wore their pajamas:
Billy, a loose-fitting Spiderman pajama set; Britney, a pink,
ankle-length Spongebob Squarepants nightie. As was always the case
with our nighttime "playmates," both children had just been bathed;
they both had pink, freshly-scrubbed skin and still-damp hair. 
Carolyn ushered them to our giant bed, and we all four sat together,
our legs crossed as though we were Indians around a campfire.
 
Carolyn and I had been sipping one of our favorite wines since dinner
(an inexpensive blush chablis: we were not experts!), and now, on a
whim .... or was it a whim? ..... we gave the two children their own
servings, in paper cups from the bathroom.  Both of them liked the
taste, and giggled at the feeling of the bubbles in the mouth and
nose; by the time they had finished the four-ounce cups, they were
both noticably "affected." Their eyelids drooped, their voices slurred
(although they didn't speak very clearly anyway, especially little
Britney), and their bodies moved a bit more slowly than they had done
a few minutes previous.  Of course, it was past their bedtimes, and
they were quite tired.
 
After we finished our own wine and discarded the glasses and cups,
Carolyn asked perkily, "Okay!  Is everybody ready to play?"

"I am!" I replied, raising my hand halfway.
 
"Me too!  I play!" said Billy.
 
"Play!" Britney affirmed happily, though groggily.
 
"Okay," my beautiful, 23-year-old daughter continued.  "Here's what
we'll do!  Daddy, you go sit in that big  chair with Britney. Billy,
you stay here on the bed with me.  Let's see who can have the most
fun!"
 
I grasped Britney under the arms, whisked her into the air, and
stepped across the room, where I sat down in the large, overstuffed
leather chair.  Plopping the little girl down on the arm of the chair,
I hurriedly reached down and pulled open my own trousers, then nudged
them down to my knees.I slipped my hands under Britney's nightie and
lifted her slightly, then settled her down on my naked lap.  (Carolyn
had made sure that neither child was wearing underpants when she
brought them to our room.)  I felt the two-year-old's warm, silky
little cunt nestling against my cock, and lowered my head to kiss her
precious face.  She innocently threw her arms around my neck and
hugged me close.
 
I gazed across the bedroom at my daughter.  "Now, Billy," she said
sweetly, "I'm gonna be your mommie tonight.  Would you like that?"

"Mommie," slurred the half-inebriated child contentedly.
 
"Okay, good!" she exclaimed.  In a moment's time, she had slipped out
of her blouse and shorts, and now sat nude before the little boy, her
firm breasts jutting out an inch from his face.  "Sweet baby Billy!"
she murmured, reaching out and drawing him into her arms.  She lay
back against the headboard, cushioned by three or four pillows, and
guided the boy's head to her breast.  "Open your mouth, baby," she
cooed.  Billy obeyed, and she pushed her breast into his mouth. 
Instinctually, as though he were a newborn, he began to slurp and
suck.
 
At this point, I noticed that my daughter's face was noticeably
flushed, and not from the wine!  Yes, I thought, she is passion's
slave now.  I watched as she reached around the little boy's back and
tugged at the waistband of his pajama bottoms.  Somehow, without
dislodging his mouth from her nipple, she managed to tug the little
blue pants off, and dropped them to the floor.  Now Billy was nude
from the waist down.
 
Britney stirred in my lap, but I whispered a few nonsense syllables in
her tiny pink ear, and she grew still: I knew she was falling asleep. 
I felt my cock growing and stirring between her thighs, but apart from
stroking her hair, I did nothing: I was entranced watching my daughter
with Britney's "big" brother.
 
"Good Billy, sweet baby," she whispered, for Billy was drifting
towards sleep himself, although he continued to suck noisily at her
breast.  She stroked his head and neck and back, like petting a dog,
then allowed her hands to drop to his little fanny, which she clutched
eagerly but softly.  I heard her moan as her fingertips brushed
against his tiny balls and ass.
 
She sat up and softly lowered the child to the mattress, gently
pulling his head away from her breast, and with surprising ease, she
whisked off the top of his Spiderman jammies.  Now he was completely
nude, lying spreadeagled on our bed beneath my daughter's loving gaze.
 
She glanced across the room at me, stuck out her tongue, and crossed
her eyes.  I tried not to laugh out loud, lest i disturb the little
angel dozing in my lap.  Carolyn grinned and turned back to Billy.
 
She leaned over him and began to kiss and lick him, her tongue tracing
a line from his ear, down the length of his neck, to his nipple, which
she momentarily sucked into her mouth, then down along his side.  He
was asleep now, which did not disturb my daughter at all.  Her tongue
danced over his tummy, then his groin, and by the time she reached his
little cock, it was stiff and standing at attention: perhaps one inch
in length, and no bigger around than a #2 pencil!
 
She lowered her mouth over him hungrily, sucking his cock and tiny
balls in, gripping his shoulders with her hands.  I could hear her
slurping away at him, and, because she was facing away from me, on her
knees on the mattress, I could see her lovely pink labia begin to open
wetly.  Bent over the little boy, sucking greedily, she resembled a
vampire feeding on a sleeping victim ... but her attention was not on
his throat, or on his bloodstream!
 
I felt my cock stir and twitch against little Britney's puffy,
untouched pussy.  "Not now," I thought, still enchanted by my
daughter's actions; "not now, but soon." Still, my cock pressed
impatiently against her little groove, which seemed much warmer than
it had before, and perhaps a bit moist.
 
Now my daughter was sitting up, leaning over the side of the bed,
retrieving the pajama bottoms she had stripped from the little boy a
few minutes before.  She reached down and lifted his sleeping head
from the mattress, then shoved the seat of the pants into his mouth
and tied the legs together behind his head, forming a very effective
gag.  His long, feminine eyelashes fluttered as he came partly awake.
 
"Daddy, are you EVER gonna give little Britney your present?" Carolyn
called to me.
 
I laughed.  "is it time, princess?" I asked.
 
"Yes, Daddy, give it to her NOW, I need you to GIVE IT TO HER!"
 
I lifted the sleeping two-year-old slightly, then reached down to
position my cock at the opening of her tiny cunt.  I rubbed the head
back and forth, making her slick with my precum.  Then, staring
straight at my daughter, I gripped the child's hips and slammed her
down.
 
My cock pushed its way into her, and her eyes flew open with shock and
surprise. She started to cry out, but I clamped my hand over her
mouth, muffling the sound, as I continued to push her down on my
stiff, angry cock.  I felt tissues tear, muscles clutch as the full
length of my penis ripped its way inside, and now she was sitting
directly on my lap, impaled to the hilt. I released her hips and
wrapped my arms around her, holding her close in a crazy embrace.  My
hips bucked up and down as I fucked her in a frenzy of lust.
 
Now Carolyn was on the little boy again, slurping and sucking
violently at his tiny cock and balls.  She reached between her legs
with one hand and began fingering herself furiously, as the little boy
struggled and tried to scream through the gag, his eyes wide with
fear.  But not as wide as they would become in just a moment.....
 
As I continued plunging in and out of his baby sister, I was
astonished to see my daughter pull her fingers from her dripping cunt
and, with both hands, grasp the boy's cock and balls tightly, and
actually lift him off the mattress!  His shrieks rang out across the
room, although muted by the gag, and now Carolyn was standing up,
lifting him into the air, his entire forty pounds suspended by his
testicles and penis.  I could scarcely believe my eyes: could this be
possible?  Wouldn't his organs be ripped away from his body by the
weight?
 
Apparently not.  Although the skin of his undeveloped ball sac
stretched crazily, the flesh did not tear, and now my daughter,
gasping, her face red and glistening with sweat, was walking across
the room to me, the child's body flailing and thrashing wildly in the
air, locked in her vise-like grip.  The sight excited me so much that
I could feel my own balls contract, as my body prepared to squirt its
load into the baby angel in my lap.
 
But it was not to be.  Now Carolyn was standing directly before me,
and, clutching the little boy even tighter with one fist, she reached
out and backhanded little Britney savagely, sending her sprawling to
the floor. My cock jerked out of her little cunt with a loud, wet
"pop!"
 
"D-daddy!" Carolyn stammered, crazed with passion, "h-help baby
Carolyn please, please Daddy, this li'l boy needs to get fucked,
PLEASE fuck him for me, Daddy!"
 
Before I could reply, she was pressing the thrashing, screaming child
down on me.  I had not noticed at the time, but when she had been
sucking his little cock and balls, she had also worked a finger, then
two, into his little asshole, which was now stretched open perhaps a
half inch.  Carolyn grabbed my cock and guided it to the gaping little
anus, then slammed him down on my lap, exactly as I had done with his
little sister only moments before.
 
I felt my cock jab up into the little boy's dry, twitching rectum,
felt the tissues tear, felt the blood begin to flow, creating
lubrication for my blind, thrusting cock.  Carolyn held him under the
armpits and lifted and lowered him repeatedly on to me as he squealed
through his gag, then passed out from pain.  Suddenly, his much-abused
little penis twitched, and he urinated onto my stomach, the hot liquid
running down over my balls and between my legs.  Then, with a gasp, I
felt my own cock twitch one last time, and the load of semen I had
meant for his sister now spurted deep into his bowels.  I gasped as my
hips bucked against his little buttocks, then, with the final spurt, I
looked up into my daughter's eyes.
 
"D-daddy!" she slurred, "Daddy, thank you Daddy, but ... but .... he
PISSED on you!"  Her beautiful face grew dark with rage, and she
jerked the unconscious little boy off my lap, and dropped him
unceremoniously on top of his sister.  Then she was on her hands and
knees, licking his piss off my thighs, sucking his filth off my cock,
fingering herself once again.  Suddenly she stiffened and sobbed, her
beautiful young body racked with repeated orgasms.
 
Later, we would tend the children's wounds, bathe them, sedate them,
and let them sleep between us in our own bed.  No lasting harm had
been done, although Billy's private parts would be black and blue for
weeks. And once again, in a way that neither of us fully understood,
my daughter and I had blended our minds and bodies, and carried each
other away on a tide of love.

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