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 SUMMERTIME 1
Title: Summertime 1 (Mmb, b20mo, nepi, ped, inc, lac, mast, oral, anal)

   by Strato of Sardis <daddymilk@sigaint.org>
Warning: nepi



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   This story is pure fantasy.  It is intended solely to assist
masturbation or fantasy sex between consenting adults.

   I love feedback.  Write to me!  <daddymilk@sigaint.org>

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   "This needs to stop!"

   My father's voice shook with anger.  He gripped the dining chair in
front of him, digging his fingers into its high upholstered back.

   Mummy did not deign to reply.  Dressed only in a pearly silk négligée,
she continued to recline languidly on the sofa.  Her shoulder straps had
slipped down.  Her right breast was fully exposed--large, round, turgid. 
My little brother Matt was nursing on her engorged, erect nipple.  His
angelic face was flushed with satisfaction, his naked baby body glowed
rosily, and his strawberry blond curls were matted to his forehead, damp
with perspiration.  Only his rosebud mouth was alive with energy, sucking
the fleshy stub with determination.  His little tongue pumped continuously.
Every few seconds his nostrils flared with an intake of breath.  He worked
calmly but efficiently, like a piece of precision machinery designed by
German engineers.

   A glucking noise was heard, followed by a sigh and the sound of wet
swallowing.  A big drop of milk escaped the seal between Matt's baby mouth
and Mummy's tumescent nipple.  It rolled down the white skin of Mummy's
breast, pooling on the folds of her négligée and staining the silk.  Mummy
stretched on the sofa with feline contentment.

   "For God's sake, he's not far off two!" shouted my father in
exasperation.

   "Oh James, please, I'm so tired of your lecturing.  Just look at you,
gripping that chair as if it were a lectern.  Do you imagine it gives you
authority?"

   I smiled to myself.  It was a good explanation for Daddy's preferred
stance when haranguing Mummy on the topic of weaning my baby brother.  It
was clever.  Yes, I am like the little baby in "Summertime": my Daddy is
rich, and my Ma is good-lookin'.  But she is also intelligent.  And, for
all that, my Daddy is extraordinarily handsome too, with a full head of
luxuriant silver hair, chiselled features, and a massively muscular body,
sculpted by sailing, riding, and climbing.  His lips are voluptuous, even
if his grey eyes are ice-cold.  He has the face of someone who always gets
the best table at the restaurant and the best stand at the races, whose
opinion is always sought first.

   Yet Mummy's explanation for Daddy's use of the dining chair in his
lectures on weaning, though clever, was wide of the mark.

   "Authority...?  Fucking bitch!" Daddy stormed out of the room, slamming
the door behind him.  A few seconds later we heard the fainter echo of the
door of his study slamming shut, and the click of the lock.

   Mummy stretched out one last time, sighing dreamily.  She raised little
Matt's face to her own and kissed his milk-stained lips, leaving a trace of
crimson lipstick on the baby's rosebud mouth.  Then she laid him on the
sofa.

   "Brad, I need a nap.  Will you be a darling and look after Matt for me?"

   Mummy sashayed towards the master bedroom.  On the way she paused to
unplug the telephone, pulling the cable from its socket.  At the door, she
paused again.

   "Oh and, honey, look after your father too."

   As Mummy disappeared into the master bedroom, I tiptoed down the
corridor towards Daddy's study.  Standing on the threshold, I applied my
ear to the door.  As I expected, a faint rhythmic sound could be heard
through the wood.

   Fap fap fap fap fap fap fap...

   I fished my Swiss knife out of my pocket and used it to operate the
safety mechanism that overrides the lock.  Taking a big breath, I slowly
opened the door and crept stealthily into the room.

   Daddy's clothes lay in a crumpled pile in the middle of his study.  He
was wearing nothing but a pair of hi-tech headphones plugged into his
desktop computer.  The headphones had shut off the sounds of my entrance.
Sitting back in his luxurious armchair, Daddy had spread his hairy legs
wide, toes pointing out.  He was wanking his ten-inch beer-can prick with
long, firm strokes, his eyes riveted to the monitor.  The large slab of
cockmeat, throbbing with thick veins, looked wet and obscene.  The purple
flesh was streaked with white--his own precum, and traces of the
moisturising lotion that Mummy uses on my baby brother's bum.

   For a split second I failed to make sense of the images on Daddy's
monitor.  Then the meaning of the scene dawned on me.  I recognized the
rippling abs and muscled thighs of a gorgeous young man.  His Adonis belt
was mouthwateringly well-defined.  "Iliac furrow": I had looked it up
online.  The camera panned out briefly, showing that this glorious body
belonged to a young Scandinavian athlete with light-blond hair.  It was
incredible, but, yes, this Norse god was in the middle of fucking a cute
little baby.  The adorable tot, much younger than Matt, was lying face-down
in his cot, his chubby little bottom propped up on a couple of pillows. 
The Viking babyfucker was slowly and deliberately withdrawing his stiff
swollen prick from the infant's tiny arsehole.

   Inch after inch of juicy cockmeat was being pulled out of the baby's
body.  It looked physically impossible, like a conjuring trick.  My eyes
saw, my heart jumped, my prick responded--but my brain failed to
understand. It was as if a magician were pulling a large plump sausage out
of a buttonhole.  At length, the blond stud's tumescent glans popped out,
fat, wet and slick, and the baby's deliciously rounded arsecheeks slapped
shut.  The tiny anal rosebud could be glimpsed only for an instant,
excruciatingly tight and smaller indeed that the buttonholes in my shirt.
Guiding his huge member with one hand, however, the blond nepi god again
pressed his swollen knob against the entrance to the little baby's arse. 
With a swinging motion of his hips, he stuffed himself up to the hilt
inside the one-year-old child, and he resumed his vigorous sodomy of the
pint-sized tot.  A couple of seconds later, the frame changed to show the
adult's swinging scrotum slapping rapidly against the baby's chubby thighs.

   While my brain processed these mind-blowing images, an eerie silence
reigned in the room, broken only by the fap-fap-fap emanating from Daddy's
crotch, and by the ragged sound of his breath.

   "Fuck yeah, Daddy!" I exclaimed loudly.  "That baby is getting pounded
so good!"

   As my voice reached his ears under the headphones, Daddy jumped in the
air.

   "Shit, Brad, what the fuck?!"

   He moved jerkily, simultaneously trying to take his headphones off and
to close the videoplayer window on his computer.  I pushed the keyboard
away to prevent him.  The clip continued to play.  Without ejaculating, the
devastatingly good-looking Scandinavian pulled out of the infant and moved
to one side, allowing another man to have his turn at the cot.  The second
pedophile, a beefy redhead in his thirties with a rugby player's build,
eagerly grabbed the twelve-month-old child in his powerful hands and
started to piston his amazingly thick cock into the baby.  The clip's
soundtrack could be faintly heard, distant, muffled, and tinny, leaking out
of Daddy's discarded loudspeakers: "Ungh, fuck, such a wee babe...  Hell
yeah...  Och, Lars, lick my balls while I fuck this tiny tot."

   "I, I..." Daddy stammered.  "Brad, this is not what you think."

   "Daddy, it's so cool!  This is, like, the best nepi porn ever!  Where
did you get it?  Did you pay top dollar?"

   I had noticed a logo on the top right corner of the screen.  JNT.  I
memorized the URL for later.  My schoolmate Aaron was going to get so high
on this!  High enough to suck my cock, I wondered?  But I suspected I was
going to need Daddy's credit card to access the site.  Or Mummy's.

   "Listen, Brad," said Daddy, groping for words.  "Just give me a moment.
I can explain."

   "Daddy, I know.  You're a nepi perv.  Toddlers turn you on.  Babies make
you hard.  I like them too, you know.  They are so yummy and little.  I bet
they are so tight on your dick."

   Daddy spluttered, wide-eyed.

   "I remember, you know," I said, kneeling between Daddy's legs, and
grabbing his amazingly thick ten-inch dick.  "[Slurp.] I remember when I
was little.  [Gluck.] Your fat cock poking between the bars of my cot. 
[Gag, slurp.] I remember your voice telling me to come and get my milky
bottle.  [Slurp.] Hmmm.  It was so thick and so milky.  [Gluck.]"

   "You remember that!?  Oh Brad, baby, I'm so, so sorry.  It was...  it
was a mistake.  I was young and..."

   Daddy's face was apologetic, but his oversized tot-loving prick was
responding enthusiastically to my expert fellatio.  I've got so much better
at sucking pedo cock since I've been practising on Aaron.  Daddy was now
leaking precum like a faulty tap.

   "Yes, Daddy, it was so cool.  [Gluck.] Your huge dong tasted so sweet
and yummy in my baby mouth.  [Slurp.] Fuck yeah, like a
strawberry-flavoured steak.  [Mmmphhh.] Meaty and sickly sweet at the same
time.  [Gluck.] A bit like cough syrup?" I raised my eyebrows quizzically.
Daddy flushed crimson.

   "Brad, I don't...  Oh sweet baby Jesus!  Fffucckk!" Dad's pupils dilated
as his eyes accidentally wandered onto the two amazingly endowed pornstars
on his monitor.  The young Scandinavian pedo and his redhead lover were now
passionately making out with each other while they fucked the baby at both
ends.

   "Daddy, why did you stop fucking me?  [Gag.] And why don't you do
anything to little Matt?  [Slurp.] Mummy is having her fun with him, and
she doesn't care.  She flaunts it in your face!  [Gobble.] It's so silly,
you standing behind that dining chair, hiding your massive erection, um,
terrified that the zipper's gonna burst and your raging hard-on's gonna
spray us all with precum.  [Lick.]"

   "How?  How did you...?  You noticed?"

   "Fuck, Daddy, I love it when you watch little Matt nursing on Mummy's
tits.  [Gluck.] The bulge in your trousers is soooo big and sexy.  Ungh."

   "Listen, Brad, I'd never..."

   "Daddy, you gotta do something about this.  [Slurp.] It's silly. 
[Gluck.] Look, I'll help you.  I think Matt is a sexbomb too." I stood up.
"Wait," I said.

   Peeling my clothes off along the way, I walked to the living room. 
Carefully, lovingly, I picked my baby bro up from the sofa and carried him
in my arms.  He was slumbering sweetly, looking like an angel with a little
bit of lipstick still smeared on his baby lips.  His little body was
deliciously warm in my arms.  Just that feeling, standing naked in the
living room with a throbbing erection while I held my sexy infant brother
in my arms, made me hornier than ever before.  I resolved that I would live
to fuck toddlers.  Little Matt's rosebud mouth twitched faintly, as if he
was dreaming of Mummy's nipple.  With my leaking teenage prick leading the
way, I went back to Daddy's study.

   When I arrived, Daddy had switched his computer off and was sitting up
in his armchair, his limbs arranged in an awkward formal composition.  But
he was still stark naked and unable to conceal the most enormous erection
in his entire life.

   "My sweet angel, my pretty baby bro," I cooed as I laid little Matt on
the desk.  I kissed him full on the lips, probing his infant mouth with my
large teenage tongue.  He was half-awake now, but still groggy.  He started
to suck my tongue.

   "Ah Daddy, babies love to suckle.  He's so sexy!"

   Daddy was drooling with nepi lust.  With automaton-like motions, he
started to stroke his huge meaty shaft.  Once more, the sound of fapping
filled the room.

   "See this, Daddy?  Aaron gave it to me.  It's what his dad used to fuck
him when he was a baby.  He's a paediatric surgeon, you know.  Took Aaron's
cherry at eight months old." As I explained this, I rubbed the thick,
unctuous cream on Matt's baby arse.  One finger, then two, slipped into his
infant arsehole.  It was a tight, silky furnace.

   "What, Mitch fucked Aaron?" Daddy was getting breathless.  "How do you
know this, Brad?  Fuck, Aaron is beautiful!  Eight months old...  Ungh. 
Mitch is a lucky bastard.  Mmmphhfff."

   "And you're a silly daddy, Daddy," I remonstrated.  "You could've had
Matt at the same age."

   As I said this, I slid my hands under Matt's little arms and lifted him
from the desk.  I presented his baby body to Daddy, who now had a greedy,
ravenous look on his face.

   "Spread his legs, Daddy.  I'm gonna lower him onto your cock.  You're
gonna pound your baby son good."

   Hesitantly, Daddy held Matt's baby feet in his hands and spread his
chubby legs open.  My twenty-month-old little bro hovered in mid air with
his cute legs spread out, like a ballet dancer caught in the middle of a
grand jeté.  With a smooth but firm movement, I pushed the baby onto my
father's enormous throbbing cock.  Matt resisted.  He struggled a bit, but
I soothed him with cooing sounds.

   "Sweet baby slut!" Daddy shouted.  "Oh God yes!  Yes!  YES!" He was
getting his alpha-male mojo back.  He pumped his oversized pedo tool
upwards, desperate to drive himself deeper into his baby son's plump
bottom.

   Suddenly, little Matt's overwhelmed sphincter ceased to resist.  My
Dad's swollen nepi glans slipped past the baby's arse ring, and all ten
inches of throbbing cockmeat disappeared inside the infant.  I started to
bounce Matt's tiny body on my Dad's pulsating member.  I used my angelic
baby brother as a nepi fleshjack, pleasuring my Daddy's alpha-male prick
with his sweet infant body.

   "Ungh...  Fuck...  Tight infant cunt!  Oh hail yeah!" Daddy was on top
of the world.  He had now completely regained his dominance.  He grabbed
little Matt from my hands, bouncing the baby energetically on his obscenely
swollen sex muscle.  His sweaty, heavy balls slapped wetly against the
tot's flesh.  "Fuck, Brad, you were right.  [Pant.] It's so good to be
fucking a little baby again.  [Grunt.] I left this too long!"

   Daddy began to snog little Matt's face as he ground his nepi dick deep
into the toddler.  "Oh you sweet baby fuck.  Ungh.  You like Mummy's milk,
eh?  Well, you're gonna have pints of MY milk from now on.  [Pant.] You're
gonna nurse on the big milky bottle between my legs.  I'm gonna raise you
on hot manmilk from my balls, baby boy.  [Grunt.] Oh God!  Take... 
Daddy's...  MILK!"

   Daddy was ecstatic as he creamed his baby's tiny bottom.  He shuddered
in nepi fulfilment, busting his nut deep in the body of a child under two.
For a long while his meaty member pulsated inside the baby, filling the
tot's insides with syrupy semen.  Eventually he withdrew, letting thick
waves of gooey cum leak out of Matt's infant arse.  As my Dad collapsed
back in his armchair with a smirk of triumph on his face, I hastily lined
up my throbbing teenage hard-on with the tot's spermy arsehole.

   "I'm going to enjoy the sloppy seconds, Daddy," I winked.  With a
squelching sound, my juicy teenage dong sank deep into the baby, lubricated
by our Daddy's nepi splooge.  "Oh fuck Matty, you're so tight, little man.
Ungh.  Fuck.  Dad, it's soooo good!  Can I lend him to Aaron?"

   I continued to sodomize my cute baby brother, kissing and caressing his
soft, tiny body.  As I pumped my teenage pedo meat into the tot, I sang him
a soothing lullaby.

   "Oh, your Daddy's rich.  [Ungh.] And your Ma is good-lookin'. 
[Mmmmphfff.] So hush little baby.  [Mmm.] Don't you cry.  [Fuck yeah!]"



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   This story is pure fantasy.  It is intended solely to assist
masturbation or fantasy sex between consenting adults.

   I love feedback.  Write to me, guys!  <daddymilk@sigaint.org>


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