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 SUMMERTIME 4 (EPILOGUE)
Title: Summertime 4 (Epilogue) MMb, mmbb, b6mo, nepi, ped, 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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   "Let's see...  Passports.  Um, yes.  Police certificates.  Marriage
certificate.  Personal references.  One, two, three; one, two, three.  Yep,
that's the full set.  Letters from your employers.  Oh, JNT!  It's nice for
some...  Financial statements.  Uh-huh.  So, Alistair, you're named as the
beneficiary of the trust fund, and the child in the event of your death? 
Right, that's satisfactory.  Academic transcripts...  Oh dear, Aaron! 
Well, it doesn't really matter in your trade, does it?  Medical insurance
policy.  Safe babyfucking training certificates.  Two.  Wow, top marks! 
And finally, application forms in triplicate.  All signed?  Hang on... 
Yes."

   Mr Philips, the senior adoption officer, could see the strain in the
young men's faces.  Although he knew every detail of their lives, this was
the first time he had met them in person; the case had previously been
handled by a junior clerk.  Word of their application had reached him on
the day when they had approached the agency for the first time.  The news
that a couple of young gods had descended from Mount Olympus and were
seeking to adopt a little baby boy had spread like wildfire through the
building.  Soon Aaron and Alistair--or A&A, as the couple had come to be
known--were the subject of every water-cooler conversation, the stuff of
hushed gossip in the corridors, and the occasion for fierce office
jealousies and temper tantrums.

   In fact, the two young men had unintentionally made a damned nuisance of
themselves.  When the junior officer dealing with their file was discovered
selling copies of Aaron's photographs to other staff, who used the images
to masturbate frantically in the lavatories and sometimes under their desks
in full view of other workmates and the public, his senior colleague knew
it was time to take personal charge of the case.  He had reprimanded the
young clerk in terrifying terms.

   "Most unprofessional!  Self-serving!  Dishonest!  Corrupt!"

   It had been a masterpiece of hypocrisy.  Even as Mr Philips' unrelenting
censure rained on his poor underling, he had a full set of Aaron's
photographs stashed away in his briefcase.  Later that afternoon he had
driven driven home at great speed and rushed up the stairs to the nursery
room, where his partner was already greedily sodomizing little Colin, their
adopted two-year-old son.  Mr Philips had dropped his trousers around his
ankles and presented a grotesquely engorged prick for the tot to nurse on
while he spread Aaron's photographs on the little bed.  The two gay pedos
drooled over Aaron's sexy beauty as they fucked the baby's tiny arse and
cute mouth with their enormous adult cocks, and in their excited chatter
they began to weave a lurid nepi fantasy around the teenage god, even as
their sweaty testicles slapped noisily on their tiny son.  Aaron featured
in this tale as a young gardener hired by the hour, who took advantage of
the pair's trust to rape little Colin.  Being discovered in flagrante
bouncing the tiny tot on his huge teen dick, the mouthwatering young
gardener was then subjected to the blackest blackmail and turned into the
couple's sexual slave.  It was just like the plot of one of the
Jocks'N'Tots films to which both men were hopelessly addicted.  Their
excitement was so extreme that they continued to salivate over Aaron's
pictures until dawn, pistoning their swollen members into little Colin all
through the night and making the baby's tiny holes foam with nepi sperm.

   None of this showed in Mr Philips' inscrutable face as he now addressed
Aaron and Alistair in his office.

   "Of course all of these documents have been inspected before, but I like
to run a final check myself.  I'm responsible, you see?  The buck stops
with me."

   Alistair nodded in an agony of apprehension.  Aaron placed his hand on
top of Alistair's, trying to allay his spouse's anxiety.

   Mr Philips could see that the two young men had made a big effort.  They
were dressed in rather somber suits, which fitted the contours of their
splendid bodies beautifully but would have looked far more appropriate on
middle-aged bankers or lawyers.  As it turned out, the boys' ridiculously
good looks, their glowing youth and excessive beauty, made war on the
suits' starchy seriousness, so that in effect the two looked like actors in
a JNT flick, like pornstars pretending rather lamely to be lawyers.  In
particular, disguising the enormous size of their cocks and balls was an
infeasible task that lay beyond the tailor's art.  It was impossible not to
look at them, just as it would have been impossible to ignore an elephant
trunk suddenly appearing through the open window.  No bank could have been
expected to operate smoothly with such magnificent lumps of manmeat lodged
in its premises, even if hidden behind the demurest cloth.

   "But, yes, I'm happy to say that everything seems in order.  We can
proceed with the adoption," declared Mr Philips as he stamped the
documents.

   Alistair exhaled audibly, and the faintest shade of a smile began to
appear on his handsome face.  Aaron put his arm around Alistair
reassuringly and gave him a quick and discreet lick on the neck.

   "Now, have you given any thought to how you're going to choose your
baby?" continued Mr Philips.  "I regret to say that most couples today seem
to me to go about this in a deplorably thoughtless manner.  All too often
they'll just pick the baby who looks the cutest to them on the day, and
then they'll drive home like madmen without a further thought, so anxious
are they to start fucking the child as soon as possible.  It's only the
next day, when the tot has already taken eight or nine loads in his mouth
and arse, that the new parents begin to ask themselves who this little
person is.  It's even worse when we have a middle-aged father adopting a
baby brother for his horny teenage son.  You wouldn't decide who to bring
into your family on the basis of a hormonal adolescent's idea of the most
fuckable baby, would you?  No, indeed not.  I've even witnessed several
incidents of a baby taking both of his new daddies' big pricks in his
little arse at the same time in the back of a convertible.  Right here
below my window, would you believe it?  And with the roof down!"

   Aaron could not repress a chuckle.

   "I do hope that you're not proposing to do that today, young man!"
admonished Mr Philips sternly.

   Alistair frowned.  "Actually, I was...  We were rather hoping not to
have to choose the baby.  We were hoping that the baby would choose us.  Do
you see what I mean?"

   Mr Philips' expression instantly softened.  It had been obvious all
along that he approved of Alistair but had reservations about Aaron.  "Of
course, of course.  Admirable!  Admirable!  We have just the right
facilities to help you."

   Mr Philips escorted the boys out of his office and down the corridor. 
He paused outside a door marked "Meeting Room".

   "Most people who take this option prefer to go through the process
naked. I take it that's your preference too?  I see, yes.  You can leave
your clothes in the lockers in the changing room.  Right," he added,
shaking both their hands in turn, "I'll leave you to it."

   As the couple undressed, Alistair smiled nervously.  His eyes kept
searching Aaron's for reassurance.  Acute strain was visible in Alistair's
face.  Aaron, meanwhile, was trying his best to disguise a lascivious leer.
The two men helped themselves to the strawberry-flavoured tot-friendly lube
provided by the agency, and smeared each other's juicy dongs with the
delicious slippery substance.  They were both trembling with babyfucking
lust.  Aaron paused briefly to French-kiss his former buddy, now his
spouse. Then he added, "Put some of this stuff on your balls.  I'm hoping
our baby son will be good at licking big testicles."

   When at last, naked and proudly erect, Aaron opened the second door, he
could not contain his enthusiasm.

   "Hell yeah!" he exclaimed.

   "Aaron!" Alistair snapped back.  "This is serious!"

   "But look!  They're fucking stunning!"

   The large room, brightly lit by tall south-facing windows, was tenanted
by fifteen or sixteen tiny boys, ranging in age from six months to three
years.  Aaron had spoken without exaggeration when he had declared them all
to be stunningly beautiful.  They were also all stark naked, except for two
of the little babies lying in the cots alongside the north wall, who were
wearing nappies.  Aaron's excited gaze bounced from tyke to tyke like a
ball on a snooker table.  One moment he was eyefucking two one-year-old
blonds, apparently twins, who had gone to sleep in each other's arms on a
cushion on the floor.  The next instant his hungry nepi eyes were attracted
by the juicy fuckable rump of a two-year-old tot on all fours playing with
a toy truck: the baby's anal rosebud seemed to wink at him, whispering
"Fuck me, daddy!  All day, every day!".  Next to him, one of the oldest
children, a perky three-year-old with a scattering of freckles on his cute
snub nose, was whiling away the time by sucking the tiny pricklet of a
six-month-old baby.  Some of the children flashed them friendly smiles and
waved at them with their little hands while, untroubled, they carried on
with their games.  Aaron could not contain himself and started to
masturbate vigorously, the strawberry-flavoured lube on his cock and balls
making a loud wet slapping sound.

   "Shit," he sighed.  "So much sexy baby flesh.  Ungh, God!  Perhaps we
should look for a job here?"

   He was feeling like the proverbial child in the proverbial sweetshop. 
Alistair was more discreet, but his intense sexual excitement could not be
disguised: his twelve-inch dick was pointing towards the ceiling,
rock-hard, the arteries along its sides throbbing in time with his
heartbeat, while a long thin filament of gooey precum hung from his swollen
wet glans.

   "OK," asked Aaron, "which one do you wanna fuck first?"

   "Oh Aaron, it doesn't work like that.  Sit here a moment."

   Alistair's face, full of hope, desire, and contained emotion, scanned
the room.  Soon, Aaron noticed his spouse's gaze dwelling hungrily on a
six-month-old baby lying on his tummy in one of the cots.

   "Fuck, Alistair!  For one who only became a pedo two months ago, you
sure have developed a taste for the littlest ones!"

   Alistair blushed furiously.  "It's just...  They're so...  So innocent
and pretty," he stammered.

   Since Alistair had accepted little Tom's adoring fellatio at the meeting
of Pornstar Academy a couple of months previously, the rugby player's
growing interest in little babies had become obsessive.  He talked
constantly about adoption, and he searched greedily for opportunities to
fuck the youngest children possible.  This had unexpectedly shifted the
balance of his relationship with Aaron.

   The night following the Academy meeting, Aaron's dad had decided to hold
a repeat babyfucking party in the pediatric ward.  Aaron had suggested
dropping by, but Alistair was still too shy to attend a nepi orgy with the
man he now secretly hoped would become his future father-in-law.  It had
not escaped him, however, that the orgy meant that little Linus's dad would
be out all night and that the fourteen-month-old tot would be at Maurice's
disposal.  With a want of scruple that shocked even Aaron, Alistair
persuaded the captain of the rowing team to let him rent the baby for the
whole night.  Alistair brought the child home into his own bedroom.  Aaron
accompanied him, and he could see that his buddy intended to fuck the child
until dawn, that he intended to do it hard, and that he intended to use the
baby himself while Aaron watched.  Alistair was immensely aroused: he knew
that little Linus was used to being powerfucked, and he intended to treat
himself to a no-holds-barred babyfuck, outdoing Brad's performance of the
previous evening.

   As soon as the door was closed, Alistair had laid little Linus face-down
on the edge of the bed.  Firmly grasping his throbbing twelve-inch prick in
his hand, the rugby star had shoved all of his meat into the baby's tight
arse with one mighty thrust.  He had then withdrawn his swollen prick
completely, letting the huge glans pop out of the baby's anal sphincter,
only to again ram himself into the tyke's tiny body as hard as he could. 
On and on Alistair pounded the baby, with grunts as loud as those of a
tennis top seed serving for victory at the final of a Grand Slam
tournament. At first, Aaron watched his lover in admiration, masturbating
vigorously while he let his eyes dwell on Alistair's tight manly arse and
thought of licking the sweat streaming down his buddy's bulging muscles. 
Alistair surprised Aaron again by asking for poppers.  He sniffed the
vapours greedily, and carefully timed the biggest highs so that they would
hit his nepi brain precisely at the moment when he was busting a creamy nut
deep in the baby.  After two hours of relentless babyfucking and three
torrential ejaculations, Alistair remained unsated and continued to
sodomize the infant with the same greedy hunger.  It was clear that he
intended to keep going all night.  Every now and again he licked the salty
testosterone-laden sweat pouring from his own armpits, and the renewed rush
of raw maleness coursing through his veins would make him shake the tot
stuck on his big dick like a doll.

   At length, Aaron stopped masturbating, as a feeling of sheer awe seized
him.  He confessed to himself that Alistair was the superior male, a true
alpha stud who was giving little Linus the fuck of his young life.  Aaron
felt that, next to Alistair, he was a mere boy.  How could he ever have
deluded himself into thinking that he owned Alistair?  No one could own
such a fine man.  Later, three and a half hours into the fuck, the feeling
of awe started to be replaced by one of panic.  As Alistair continued to
use the tiny infant's body to quell a sexual hunger that seemed insatiable,
Aaron began to feel as if Alistair had forgotten he was in the room, as if
his buddy had even forgotten that he existed at all.  At dawn, after
ejaculating his seventh creamy load into the baby's gut while on a
stratospheric poppers high, Alistair had simply rolled over and fallen into
a profound sleep.

   Later that afternoon, Alistair had woken up to find Aaron's divinely
beautiful head lying on his muscled chest.  The young god's face was
looking up at him with beseeching eyes.  Aaron started to weep bitter tears
of fear and remorse.

   "Oh, Alistair, I've been such a dick, such a dick," the repentant god
sighed, his beautiful body raked by heavy sobs.  "I've treated you like
shit.  I've taken you for granted.  I'm sorry.  I'm sorry.  Please say you
forgive me.  Please, say it!"

   Alistair held Aaron's chin in his hand and looked into the young god's
eyes with undiminished love and devotion.  Aaron's penitent face, veiled
with tears, appeared to Alistair as a thing of wonder.

   "There is nothing to forgive, buddy.  You're God to me.  Always have
been.  Always will be."

   Aaron smiled tentatively through his tears.

   "Alistair," he sighed, "please fuck me.  Take me, please.  Take me like
you mean it.  I need you inside me, buddy.  Make me yours with your big
dick."

   That halcyon afternoon, Alistair fucked Aaron with exquisite tenderness,
with reverential love and devotion.  Thus it was given to Alistair to
fulfil the dream of all Creation and fuck God.  Aaron felt a passion and an
ecstasy that he had never experienced before.  In his buddy's arms he felt
as if he had died and had been reborn a happier, better man.  The next day,
Alistair had made the proposal of marriage that Brad had overheard in the
school's changing rooms.

   Since then, events had moved fast.  The marriage was celebrated two
weeks later.  At the end of the month the boys finished school and took
summer jobs at Jocks'N'Tots studios.  Meanwhile, Alistair's indefatigable
diligence kept the adoption process advancing at a rapid pace.  The
relationship between the two boys had indeed changed, but Aaron still loved
to tease Alistair about his new-found lust for the littlest babies, while
taking pride and delight in his spouse's nepi hunger.

   Now, pointing to the six-month-old baby that Alistair had been
intermittently eyefucking in the meeting room of the adoption agency, Aaron
encouraged his mate.

   "Come on, buddy.  Let's see how that one likes our big dicks!"

   Aaron and Alistair walked to the cot, their huge erections swinging
meatily ahead of them.  They lowered the barrier on the long side of the
cot and let their sleek fat members rest on the mattress near the baby.

   "Who's a fuckable pretty little baby?" cooed Aaron.  "Who's got a sexy
newborn arse?"

   Attracted by the soft caressing tones of Aaron's voice and by the sweet
smell of the strawberry-flavoured lube on the two studs' pricks, the baby
turned towards them and gave them a big chuckle.  The blue-eyed nursling
looked up at Alistair and beamed a smile of delight.

   "See?  He likes you!" exclaimed Aaron triumphantly.  "He's got fucking
good taste in daddies!"

   Indeed, the baby seemed fascinated with Alistair's kind, handsome face,
perched as it was on top of a magnificent body of awesome masculine power.
After a couple of moments, the baby lowered his gaze to Alistair's engorged
cock and heavy testicles, and seemed to ponder.  At length, the
six-month-old child started to crawl excitedly towards the nepi stud's
aroused genitals and headbutted Alistair's swollen glans clumsily.  He took
a moment to steady himself on his chubby little hands, and finally he
locked his toothless gums on Alistair's strawberry-flavoured knob.  In an
instant the baby had a powerful nursing action going on the man's rock-hard
prick and was stroking Alistair's meaty shaft with his tiny fingers.

   "Oh my fucking God!" Alistair disliked profanity but could not help
himself.

   The nepi athlete was filled with emotion and sexual desire.  In a few
minutes, at the stroke of a pen, this cute cocksucking baby could become
his little son, and every morning from that day onwards Alistair's fatherly
prick could receive the same enthusiastic fellatio from his own little baby
boy.

   Aaron could see that Alistair was trembling with tenderness and
horniness, holding back while wanting to get more of his pulsating meat
into the six-month-old child.  More direct, Aaron just ripped the nappy off
the baby's bum and started to rub his sleek throbbing babyfucker between
the newborn's plump little buttocks.

   "Fuck!" Aaron enthused.  "He's got the softest skin that's ever touched
my knob."

   Then, turning to Alistair, Aaron whispered, "Go for it!  Talk to him
like you're the daddy.  I know you want to."

   Alistair gave his winking lover an embarrassed but happy smile, and
nodded.

   "Oh my sweet little babyson," he cooed.  "You like Daddy's meaty
babybottle, don't you, you little cocksucking pumpkin?  Yes you do!  Fuck
yes, you do!  Nurse on my fucking huge daddyprick, little son.  Ungh.  It's
full of daddymilk for your little tummy.  Yes it is!  Mmmm.  Oh you're so
good on my meat, baby.  Ahhh.  I'm gonna empty my huge balls in your tummy
so that you will grow happy and strong.  Every day.  Mmmpfff."

   "And your other daddy is going to tickle your little baby bum," added
Aaron, "tickle it--ungh--with the big meaty babytickler between his legs."

   Aaron felt that his huge knob was about to overcome the resistance of
the six-month-old baby's anal sphincter and, on the verge of passing out
with horniness, he started to lick Alistair's strong neck.  The two men's
hard breathing and loud moans echoed through the room.  Some of the
toddlers stopped building with their tower blocks and parked their toy
firetrucks, and stared curiously at the two beautiful men thrusting their
big dicks into the cot.

   In an instant, however, the spell was broken.  The six-month-old
nursling let go of Alistair's meaty babybottle with a burp and, kicking
Aaron's dick out of his tiny arse, crawled away to the other end of the
cot. Alistair looked at Aaron in shock.

   "What...  What...  I thought he liked me!"

   Aaron tried to regain the baby's attention with cooing noises. 
"Yoo-hoo...!  Little baby...!"

   But the child was now absorbed in shaking his rattle.  A shadow of
bitter disappointment clouded Alistair's face.  He bit his lower lip.  The
baby's casual rejection stung him deeply.  Was he going too far too quickly
in his dream of becoming a nepi daddy, he wondered?

   "Do you like the lickle oneth betht?" a tiny voice piped up next to
Alistair.

   A little two-year-old with an inquisitive face and a big mop of blond
hair was standing next to Alistair's muscled calves, and now raised his
tiny hand in the air, stretching up to grab the index finger of Alistair's
left hand.

   "Motht new daddieth like the lickle babieth betht.  They think lickle
babieth thuck dickieth better.  But I'm vewy good at thucking weally big
dickieth!  And I love daddymilk!"

   The tiny tot scanned Alistair's face, and his big blue eyes lit up when
he saw that he had attracted the attention of the handsome nepi stud.

   "Yes," Alistair answered kindly, "I like little babies very much.  Very
much.  I love them.  I never used to, but I do now."

   "Yeth, I thought tho," continued the blond toddler thoughtfully.  "But
they're not vewy good at playing, are they?  You can't TALK to them!  I
love talking to daddieth."

   "And who might you be?" asked Aaron, intrigued.

   "I'm Luke!" shouted the tot brightly.

   With that, little Luke pulled Alistair by the finger and dragged him to
a nearby sofa.  Alistair followed the small child, looking back at Aaron
and shrugging his shoulders.

   "Pleathe take a theat," Luke asked Alistair courteously.

   After the young man had made himself comfortable, little Luke scampered
away and returned just as fast with a small toybox.  He placed the
container on the floor and used it as a step to climb onto the sofa.  Once
on the sofa, he walked nimbly on the cushions until he sat himself on
Alistair's muscled thigh.  The tot leaned his little body onto the stud's
abs and inspected Alistair's throbbing twelve-inch erection with admiring
eyes, feeling its imposing girth with his little hands.

   "Wow!  It'th the biggetht daddydickie I've theen in my WHOLE LIFE!  Why
ith it tho big?"

   Alistair blushed, lost for words.  Aaron, who had now taken a seat next
to the pair, was captivated by the tyke's sexual forwardness.

   "You're right there, little man.  Alistair here has the biggest
daddydickie in the whole world!"

   The bubbly tot beamed a happy smile into Alistair's face.

   "Alithtair," he sighed and nodded.  "And what'th your name?" he
continued, turning to Aaron.

   "Aaron."

   "Aawon," repeated the tot.  "Alithtair and Aawon."

   Alistair was unable to speak, his heart was beating so fast in his
chest. But Aaron felt that he could easily relate to the effervescent
little tot.  He became intuitively aware of some common ground with this
sunny, uninhibited child.

   "And how old are you, little man?" asked the young god.

   In response, Luke held up two stubby fingers.

   Enchanted, Aaron reclined on the sofa and folded his left arm behind his
head, letting his hips slide to the edge of the seat and ostentatiously
masturbating his huge erection with noisy strokes.  He was obscenely
exposing himself to the sexy baby.  Flaunting the full power of his godly
sexuality, Aaron was trying to seduce the two-year-old tot with the same
display of masculine allure that he would have used on any poor adult prey
whose will he wished to control.

   "What do you think, little man?" he smirked at little Luke.  "Like what
you see?"

   The tiny tot witnessed Aaron's erotic display in rapture.  For a second
he appeared overwhelmed and hugged his little body to Alistair's throbbing
erection as a shipwrecked man might cling to a plank of wood on the high
seas.  The small baby bit his little lip and took two or three anxious
sucks of Alistair's swollen glans for comfort, leaving the nepi hunk
breathless.  At length the tot replied, but his answer was not addressed to
Aaron.

   "Your boy ith vewy pwetty, vewy pwetty," the baby told Alistair in
confidential tones.  "He hath a yummy dickie.  Uh huh.  Yeth.  And pwetty
boy-tittieth, all big and hard with pink nippleth.  And he'th got all the
tummy bumpth.  I like thothe!"

   Aaron exploded with laughter.  Tummy bumpth!  Many children had seen,
admired, kissed and licked his sculpted eight-pack before, but none had
described it in such a charming way.  But the way little Luke referred to
him as "Alistair's boy" gave him pause.

   "His boy...?  Me...?  Well!" exclaimed Aaron in mock indignation.  "So,
tell me, little Luke: do you want me to be your daddy?"

   Alistair flinched at Aaron's want of subtlety.  For a brief moment he
shielded his eyes with his hand in embarrassment.  But the tot received
this question with a peal of delighted laughter.

   "You can't be my daddy!" he told Aaron.  "You're a BOY!  A big pwetty
boy with pwetty tummy bumpth.  ALITHTAIR can be my daddy.  He'th a BIG MAN!
You can be my big bwother!"

   As if to underline this opinion, the toddler stepped onto Alistair's
thigh.  Standing on his tippy toes and stretching to reach Alistair's
transfixed face, the baby kissed the gorgeous stud's mouth with his cute
childish lips.

   "YOU can be my daddy fowever an' ever!"

   Alistair lost it.  Big sobs shook his manly frame as he hugged the
toddler passionately to his chest.  The tears rolled down his cheeks, only
to be assuaged by Luke's solicitous little tongue as he licked the strong
man's face with tenderness.

   "There, there.  Now, now.  Pwetty daddy," the two-year old tot comforted
Alistair.  "Pwetty daddy.  It'th awwight now."

   Alistair laughed through his tears and allowed himself to look again at
the face of the baby who had captured his heart.  The tot beamed with joy.
Turning round to Aaron, who had witnessed Alistair's emotional outburst
open-mouthed, the tot beckoned to him.

   "Look, big bwother!  I'll show you!"

   Baby Luke stood with one small foot on each of Alistair's thighs,
letting his little back rest on the athlete's rippling abs.  With a look of
determination, he made his pint-sized body weigh down on Alistair's swollen
knob, which was now dripping a steady stream of precum.  The man's engorged
glans became tightly jammed between the baby's plump buttocks.  The tot
strained with all his might, holding on to the massive shaft of Alistair's
pulsating prick in order to draw the man's meat into his hot little body.

   "Help me, big bwother!" the tot pleaded with Aaron, pointing at his own
little shoulders.

   Aaron understood.  He placed his big hands on the baby's shoulders and
pressed down.  Inch by inch, Alistair's prodigiously fat cock started to
penetrate the toddler's tiny arse until the baby's chubby thighs rested on
the nepi hero's huge testicles.  Little Luke's face was flushed and his
breathing was laboured.

   "Tho big, Daddy, tho big," he sighed.  "You're tho big for your lickle
baby."

   The two-year-old then used his little legs to lift himself up again, and
when the corona of Alistair's throbbing glans had slipped deliciously out
of his little bum, he let himself fall down again.  And so the baby started
to bounce on Alistair's nepi prick, taking all the work of the fuck upon
himself and using his entire body to give pleasure to his new daddy.

   "Yeth!" the tot exclaimed, congratulating himself on his precocious
sexual prowess.  "That'll be nithe for Daddy."

   Alistair felt as if he were floating on a cloud in pedo heaven.  The
gorgeous cot-raider allowed himself to be sexually serviced by this eager
little tot, accepting baby Luke's hommage to his magnificent adult prick
with swelling pride.  Alistair bent his head down to breathe softly on the
child's little head while his cockmeat sparked and crackled with pleasure
inside the baby's tiny body.  Like never before, the young man became
acutely aware of the masculine splendour of his own body; he understood how
fitting, how proper it was for the small children of the world to stand
reverently before his huge erect cock and to have their little tongues
anointed with his divine sperm.  He felt a generous desire to let all
babies commune with the potent maleness condensed in his huge testicles. 
His insides melted with lust, love, happiness, and power.  He had no words
to communicate this transcendent vision; he could only moan as his little
babyson worked on his massive prick.

   No words were needed.  Little Luke understood intuitively that this huge
hunk of a man was melting in the erotic thrill of babysex.  Proud of his
work, the tiny tot addressed himself to Aaron, inviting the young god to
join them in pleasure.

   "You too, big bwother!  Let me thuck your dickie.  I want your big boy
milk in my tummy!"

   Joyfully aroused, Aaron held the baby's head in his hands and drove his
magnificent member, bigger and harder than ever, into the child's throat.
The tot's little hands played tenderly with the young god's loaded
testicles.

   As their superb pricks penetrated the enchanting little angel at both
ends, Alistair's eyes met Aaron's.  The two nepi gods gazed on each other
for a moment, and then their mouths joined in a passionate kiss as they
both released their creamy ejaculations inside the baby, shuddering in what
already felt like mind-blowing incest.  A tide of hot semen engulfed the
happy trio.  The men's faces got covered in sperm as they exchanged loving
kisses with the tot and each other, their three spunk-coated tongues
entwined in the thrill of family pedo sex.

   "Tho much milk!" commented little Luke in admiration.  "Tho much milk in
my mouth and my tushy."

   "It's daddymilk," responded Alistair happily.  "I'm your daddy now."

   Radiant sunshine poured into the room, bathing Alistair, Aaron and baby
Luke in its glory.  The universe smiled upon its new holy family.



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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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