Dr. William's Nursery  (MFg,pedo,infant,nepi,ws)

by buoy oh buoy


Chapter 1

Hello there.  I'm Dr. Frank Williams, and I'm the owner and operator
of the Tiny Tykes Children's Home in .... well, the location doesn't
matter.  I thought you might enjoy an overview of our operation. 
Actually, I'm not a doctor, not a medical doctor anyway: I have a Ph.D
in Social Services from a northeastern university.  These are exactly
the credentials I need, of course, to manage a care facility for unwed
mothers and their children.

I started the Home in the early 1980's, along with my wife, Carolyn. 
Needless to say, our clients, and the various agencies that refer them
to us, don't know everything about our operation, or about us.  Just
for starters, they don't know that my beloved Carolyn is not only my
wife, but also my daughter!  Carolyn and I have been passionately in
love since she was a little girl, although we had to hide our feelings
from her mother at first.  The happiest day in our lives, and the most
important, was the day her mother left us: she had become involved
with another man, and when he moved to another state, she abandoned
us, and went with him.  We have never heard from her since. (Why did
she leave, and how could she abandon her infant daughter?  Easy, I
guess: she hadn't loved me for years, and she had never wanted Carolyn
anyway: had I not stopped her, she would have aborted the child, even
though abortion was illegal at the time.) At the time, I was 35 years
old, and Carolyn was 4.  I raised her entirely by myself, which is
just how we wanted it!  We had been "playing" since she was a year
old: I've always had a very special place in my heart for baby girls. 
We started sleeping together as soon as her mother abandoned us,
holding each other, loving each other, worshipping each other's
bodies, all through the night, every night.  From that day until now,
we have never been apart.

It was natural, then, that Carolyn develop the same fondness for young
girls that I have. As a child, she would have carefully-selected
friends to our home for sleepovers, and she and I would sometimes make
love to the little girls together, gently introducing them to life's
sweetest pleasures: Carolyn hugging and kissing and fondling them,
just like little girlfriends, then me joining in, doing what a little
girl could not do.  In adolescence and the teen years, Carolyn would
babysit for neighbor families, and it wasn't long before she started
playing with her little charges, boys and girls alike: and, sometimes,
circumstances made it possible for me to join her.  These activities
were limited to children under 3 years old, of course: neither of us
wanted them chattering to their parents about their "special times"
with the babysitter!  By the time she was 16, I had watched proudly as
my darling, beautiful daughter licked and sucked and fingered dozens
of tiny girls, from the age of 6 months to 3 years, and I had watched,
in awe, as she had tickled and kissed and sucked dozens of tiny stiff
penises.  And, of course, she had watched me, too, as I had carefully
and slowly pushed my cock into more than a few pink, puffy little
pussies, often with her fingers pulling the little vaginas open and
guiding me in. She legally changed her name on her 18th birthday,and
we moved to another state, where we were married .  She was 23 when we
started the Home.

For the first few years of our operation, we ran the home strictly by
the book: absolutely no "funny stuff" with the children we cared for. 
This was done in order to satisfy the state that we were a reputable
operation.  We never allowed the home to grow very large: we never had
more than a dozen children in our care at one time.  Because our
operation was small, and very "legitimate," the state gradually lost
interest in us, and only visited once a year to renew our
accreditation.  So Carolyn and I had a free hand to operate the home
as we chose to.

Our little "clients" were the unwanted children of unwed teen mothers,
or of low-income families who simply couldn't afford another mouth to
feed, or, occasionally, rape victims.  The mothers never stayed in our
facility: after the doctors or social workers had told them about us,
and they had agreed to turn their children over, we would simply go to
the hospitals and pick up the infants a few days after they were born.
 We then provided total care, 24/7, until they were old enough to be
transferred to an orphanage.  We had several women who tended the
newborns' needs directly, feeding and diapering and the like, but once
a child was about three months old, Carolyn and I took over.  The
women who work for us are specially selected: they are either in
trouble with the law, or illegal aliens.  We pay them in cash, and
they're grateful for the work. If they see anything "funny" happening,
going to the police is the last thing on their minds.

Our philosophy is this: we realize that we'll only have these precious
children for a short time, and we also realize that their prospects in
life might not be the brightest.  So Carolyn and I give them all the
love, and all the pleasure, we can, for the short time we have them. 
Of course, it's our pleasure, too: that's why we do it.  Carolyn and I
are never so happy, never so fulfilled, never so much ourselves, as
when we're loving and cuddling and fucking little girls.


A good example is Ruthie, an adorable little girl with silky blonde
hair and huge brown eyes.  She came to us when she was just 3 days
old.  Our staff took care of her for the first year, then Carolyn and
I took over.  I still remember the first night that Carolyn brought
the little beauty to our bed.

As usual, she had prepared the child well.  The little girl was fed,
freshly-changed, freshly-bathed, covered in baby powder, her big eyes
gleaming, gurgling happily.  Carolyn herself had also just bathed, and
she was a gorgeous sight standing by our bed, her young, upturned
breasts rising above her flat belly and shaven groin, her strong,
lithe legs slightly parted, the infant cradled in her arms.  She
lowered her head to kiss the child, and her long, red hair fell over
both their faces as she slipped her tongue into little Ruthie's mouth.
 Lying on the bed, nude, throbbing, watching, I heard the baby sucking
on my daughter's tongue, perhaps thinking it was a nipple.  After a
moment, Carolyn gently laid the child down on our bed, and climbed in
beside her.

Carolyn and I moved closer together, until we both lay on our sides,
facing each other, little naked Ruthie pressed between us, cooing
happily.  I leaned over and kissed my daughter tenderly, and felt her
long, gentle fingers run up my thigh and briefly cup my balls.  I
grasped one of her breasts, feeling the peach-colored, dime-sized
nipple against my palm, already hard, as her hand circled my cock and
squeezed.  Then she broke our kiss, and, in a half-gasp, half-giggle,
said, "Let's not forget our baby, Daddy!"

I released her breast and moved back a few inches, as we both began
inspecting little Ruthie.  I leaned down and kissed the child's tiny
mouth, slipping just the tip of my tongue inside, and allowed my
fingertips to brush over her face, her flat little chest, and her fat
little tummy.  Then my hand was between her legs, cupping her
oversized baby cunt, feeling its softness and warmth.  Kissing the
child again, my eyes closed momentarily; I opened them when I felt my
daughter's hot breath on my fingers.  She had scooted down, and,
gently pulling Ruthie's chubby thighs apart, was whispering and
breathing wetly against my hand, and the baby's pussy.  I slipped my
hand out of her way and began to softly squeeze Ruthie's tiny nipples,
as I watched my daughter's tongue slip and slide and probe the child's
puffy little vagina.

Ruthie began to make little gurgling, squeaking sounds, as Carolyn
pulled her thighs as far apart as they could go.  Now she was burying
her face in Ruthie's pussy, stabbing her tongue as far inside as she
could.  She began to moan as her head rose and fell on the child; I
could see that she was in the grip of our old, familiar passion.  "I
love you, Carolyn," I murmured, as she opened her mouth wide and
sucked the baby's entire mound into her mouth. Now little Ruthie was
becoming frightened, and began to whimper.  Thi merely excited Carolyn
more, and she plunged four fingers into her own cunt, humping her hand
furiously as she grunted and groaned and sucked at the little girl. My
cock was huge, raging, precum already glistening on the tip, as I
watched this beautiful dance of love.

Now Carolyn's saliva was running down between Ruthie's legs, covering
her little ass.  Still sucking and tonguing, Carolyn pressed the tip
of her little finger against the baby's tiny asshole, and, with a moan
of joy, shoved it all the way inside with one stroke, then began
pumping it in and out.

Ruthie let out a wail of pain and shock. "Now, now, sweet baby," I
whispered in her tiny pink ear, "Be a good girl, don't make so much
noise."  She continued to cry, as my daughter began to actually chew
(gently of course) on her little labia, and now thrust two fingers
into the tiny rectum.  I could hear my daughter snuffling and
grunting, still humping her own hand, and I knew that she'd be cumming
soon.  Precious girl!  How I loved to see her so overjoyed!  And now,
as Ruthie began to scream in earnest, I could restrain myself no
longer.

Carefully, I stood up on my knees, facing my daughter, and swung one
leg over Ruthie, so that I was straddling her face. As I looked down
at my beautiful daughter, her face slick with sweat, baby juices, and
her own saliva, her eyes glazed with passion, I began to lower myself
onto little screaming Ruthie.  The head of my cock slipped into her
little mouth, and I lowered myself cautiously, one centimeter at a
time, aware that her little mouth could not accomodate more than half
my cock.  Then, suddenly, my daughter squealed, and I saw her looking
up at me from between Ruthie's thighs, and her body stiffened in
orgasm.  The sight was too beautiful: I lost all judgment, all
inhibitions, and as my darling daughter watched, I lowered myself all
the way, so that I was practically sitting on Ruthie's face, my cock
plunging through her mouth and halfway down her throat.  She choked
and shook and seemed to convulse, her face filled with my cock, her
ass filled with Carolyn's fingers, her little cunt pulled wide open by
Carolyn's hungry mouth.  Then Carolyn smiled up at me, and I came,
instantly filling up Ruthie's mouth, my cum running out the sides and
down her cheeks.

When my own convulsions were over, I felt my daughter gently, but
firmly, pushing me off Ruthie's face.  I lay beside the child,
exhausted.  Carolyn turned her over, slapped her back, then turned her
over again and applied mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.  The precious
child had passed out when she couldn't breathe, but she had not died. 
As she began to breathe normally, Carolyn looked up at me, her eyes
full of adoration, her face covered in my cum.  This was Ruthie's
first night, but not her last.  And there were so many other children,
too...


Chapter 2


One of the greatest things about operating the Tiny Tykes Children's
Home was the opportunities it gave me and my precious Carolyn to
express our love for one another.  Carolyn, the love of my life ....
my wife ... my daughter.  A beautiful, mature woman in her early 20s,
with a lithe, athletic body that had not yet begun to sag, and had not
known the ravages of childbirth, because we were unable to have
children of our own.  And yet, for all her maturity, a little girl
inside .... my little girl.

Although the children entrusted to our care were often the objects of
our passion and lust, sometimes they acted as helpers, assistants,
maybe even toys, as we loved and made love to each other.  Such as the
time that we brought little Amy to our bed on a cool autumn evening
....

Amy was not quite two years old, a dark-haired, dark-eyed angel who,
like so many of the children, seemed to be starved for affection, and
rejoiced in every touch.  But although she seemed starved for
affection, Carolyn and I kept her well-fed with a regular diet of love
and sexual attention.

On the evening I'm thinking about, Amy was not really the object of
our attention: because Carolyn and I only had eyes for each other.  We
had been in bed together since the late afternoon, making slow, gentle
love over and over, stopping only long enough to eat dinner.  Now,
after we had rested for awhile, she turned to me and said softly,
"Daddy, can we play with my little toy?"  She was referring to a
9-inch gel butt plug I had recently bought for her, a very pretty one,
bright blue with gold sparkles, and one we had already used on each
other several times.  "Yes, baby girl, I'll go get it."

"Well, Daddy," she continued, "can we share it with one of the little
ones?  I want you to have two little girls to play with!"  What she
did not say, although her eyes danced with the obvious thought, was
that she wanted to play with one of the little ones, too.  And so, I
went to the playroom and got Amy, who had just had her bath, and was
dressed in her little Pokémon jammies.

Amy was excited, of course, looking forward to another dose of very
concentrated attention.  A little too excited, in fact!  You see, what
Carolyn and I wanted was a sweet, passive little body to use as an
"aid" to our own lovemaking: we did not intend for Amy, on this
evening, to be the center of the action.  So I mixed up a mild dose of
barbiturate, and gave it to Amy to drink in a small glass of fruit
juice.  She tossed it down instantly, and by the time we returned to
my bedroom, she was wobbling on her cute, dimpled legs. I had to pick
her up and carry her to the bed.

I let Carolyn undress her as I retrieved the plug from a drawer in the
bureau.  When the child was nude, I kicked off the shorts I had put on
when I went to get the child, and resumed my place on the bed.  Now
there were three of us, all naked: Carolyn, Amy, and me.  Amy was
already drifting off to sleep, lying on her back, her thumb in her
mouth.

I reached into the bedside table drawer and got the K-Y jelly. 
Turning around to face the girls, I saw that my darling,
twentysomething daughter was lying exactly in the same position as
little Amy, her thighs slightly spread, her nipples already erect,
looking up at me wide-eyed, sucking her thumb, just like the child!  I
laughed out loud, but my cock became rigid as a crowbar.

I leaned down and brushed my wife-daughter's lips with my own.  "Now,
baby, where shall I start?" I whispered.

She pulled her thumb out of her mouth.  "Put the toys in our little
baby holes, please Daddy?" she cooed.  "Please fuck your two baby
girls with it right now?"

I supressed another laugh and kissed her again.  I lowered my mouth to
one of her breasts and began to tease the nipple with my tongue,
making her squirm; she was sucking her thumb again, undoubtedly just
to tease me.

Then I smeared a generous glob of the K-Y onto the blue gel plug,
reached down, and spread her soft, muscular thighs wide apart. Pausing
only to give her clit a gentle pinch, I pressed the tip of the plug
against her  already-twitching asshole, and began to push.  In no more
than three seconds, all 9 inches had been sucked deep inside her
clutching, greedy ass: in fact, I had to hold the base of the plug
tight, to keep the entire thing from going in.  Amy slept innocently
beside us.

I bent over and began to lick and kiss my daughter's shaven cunt,
sucking the clit into my mouth, drooling on it, teasing it, as I
worked the plug in and out of her ass.  She began to pant, then
squirm, then moan: her eyes were shut tight as she lost herself in the
sensations.  My cock was rubbing against her lower leg, trying to find
a place to fuck!

Now my hand was moving fast as a piston, pumping the plug in and out
of her ass as I continued sucking her clit.  Suddenly she stiffened,
and cried out, and grabbed my head with both hands: her hips bucked
against my face as she came and came.  I slowed down and moved the
plug in and out very slowly, then, as her spasms subsided, I allowed
it to slip out. I moved up and kissed her mouth, long and hard, my
cock leaking precum on her thigh as I embraced her.

When we broke our kiss, she immediately said, "Now it's baby Amy's
turn, Daddy!"  She rolled over sideways and gently spread the sleeping
infant's thighs as wide as they would go; the tiny pink vagina and
pale asshole were totally exposed.

"Yes, darling, mustn't neglect baby," I said, kissing her again. 
"Would baby Carolyn hold baby Amy open for me?"

"Yes, daddy," she smiled, moving down and wrapping her arms around the
child's thighs, holding them open.  She lay her head on the child's
tummy and chest, every so often letting her tongue flick out against
the soft baby skin.

I smeared K-Y on Amy's little pussy and asshole, then very gently
tugged her tiny labia open slightly with my fingers.  She stirred in
her sleep, but did not awaken.  I held up the plug for my daughter to
see: it was still slimy and slick from being inside her ass.  I winked
at her and popped the tip into my mouth, sucking noisily. Her eyes
grew wide and she moaned. After all this time, I still could surprise
her.  I loved her so much!

Then I added even more K-Y to the tip and pushed it against Amy's
sleeping pussy.  Perhaps an inch of the toy slipped inside easily;
then I had to start applying pressure.  Slowly but firmly, I began
moving the plug in and out, farther by a few centimeters each time,
into the adorable infant's little cunt.  Carolyn continued holding
Amy's legs apart, continued kissing and licking and even nibbling her
tummy and her tiny nipples, continued moaning softly as she watched
the long blue object slowly making its way into the girl. "Daddy,
that's so beautiful," she sighed, and of course I agreed.

In a minute or two, however, it became obvious that the plug would go
no deeper.  The child's pussy had taken maybe four inches of it; five
inches were left.  I could move it in and out easily, but couldn't go
any farther.  Also, the adorable child was stirring, trying to awaken,
making little whimpering sounds as her tiny body tried to fight the
invading object.  I knew what I wanted to do, but I looked
questioningly at my daughter, still holding Amy's thighs wide.

Wise, wonderful Carolyn smiled at me and nodded her head.  "Go ahead,
Daddy," she said, her voice thick with lust. "You won't hurt baby Amy.
 And if you do, she'll heal....."   Dear God, I thought, what sort of
a shameless vixen have I got for a daughter?  For a wife?

Before I could think another thought, she continued: "But sweet Daddy,
if you don't want to hurt my feelings ....  do it HARD! And do it
FAST!" Her eyes were gleaming; she licked her lips eagerly.

I needed no more encouragement.  As the fretfully-sleeping child
squirmed beneath us, I grasped her little ass in one hand (allowing my
thumb to slip inside her tiny anus), held her firmly, and began to
slide the nine-inch plug back and forth firmly, quickly, increasing
the pressure with each stroke.  Each time I pushed, the plug would
force its way farther into the tiny, quivering, untouched pussy.  Soon
little Amy was sobbing, crying, though still unconscious, and her
little body bucked and thrashed.  But I held tight to her ass, my
thumb buried inside her, and Carolyn continued to hold her thighs
tight, as she bent down and jabbed her tongue in and out of the
child's mouth.  Carolyn's own thighs were clamped together, rubbing
feverishly against each other: she looked as though she were running
in place.  A faint sheen of sweat had broken out on her beautiful
forehead and upper chest.  A tiny rivulet of sweat ran between her
breasts.

Now little Amy was thrashing wildly, trying to kick her feet, trying
to flail her arms around; the nine-inch plug was almost .... not quite
... yes, FINALLY all the way in!  I pumped it in and out violently;
now it was covered with baby juice and, of course, a certain amount of
blood.  Carolyn pressed her mouth over the child's, and I heard the
little one howling into my daughter's beautiful mouth.  For the first
time, I realized that I had been humping against the bedsheet and
mattress; I was very close to coming.

I continued slamming the plug into the child, her little violated
labia growing redder and more swollen  every moment, her sobs and
screams trailing off as she lost her voice .... my hand pushed and
pulled and pounded blindly, for lust had blinded me, my entire being
seemed to be concentrated in that nine inches of gel, ripping into the
wide-eyed little pixie we had chosen to be our evening's companion
Until, finally, I felt my daughter's hands on my wrist, lovingly but
firmly pulling me out and away from the little girl, who was utterly
unconscious and still bleeding.  "Did I ... I'm sorry, Carolyn, did I
hurt her...." I slurred, intoxicated by passion.

I felt my wife-daughter's hands push me down on my back.  "Shhhh,
Daddy, she'll be fine, the blood makes it look worse than it is," she
said soothingly.  "I'll take care of baby Amy in a little while.  But
first, Daddy .... I need to take care of you....."

And all of a sudden she was on top of me, her beautiful young thighs
parted over my face, lowering her pussy to my lips .... and, as she
sucked my cock deep into her mouth, I felt the head of the butt plug
begin its slow, certain journey into my ass.  My baby was fucking me,
and I was at peace.


Chapter3


Hi there!  My name's Carolyn, and I'm the Administrator of the Tiny
Tykes Children's Home.  I've read the accounts my husband has been
writing about our operations, and I thought you might enjoy hearing
some stories from my perspective, too.  But I'm not as good a writer
as my Daddy, so please be patient!

Oh, in case you haven't read his stories, I guess I should repeat a
couple of things.  You see, my husband, Frank Williams, IS my Daddy,
and we've been lovers all my life: well, as long as I can remember,
anyway.  Daddy didn't mention it in his stories, but he home-schooled
me, all the way from kindergarten through 12th grade: he was my only
real teacher.  He must have done a pretty good job, because I passed
my GED test at the age of 16, and was accepted immediately at the
state university.  I completed my bachelor's and master's degrees by
the time I was 21, and I officially became the Administrator of the
Children's Home that Daddy and I had started a couple of years
earlier.  As I write this, I'm 23, and Daddy is 57.  He's the best man
I've ever known, and my biggest sorrow in life is that I'm unable to
have children.  How I'd love to conceive and bear his baby!  But since
I can't, the infants we care for at the Home are a very precious
consolation.

For example, there's Annie, a beautiful little girl that came to the
home two months ago, when she was a year old.  Of course she was too
young to walk or talk, but her bright blue eyes and pink, chubby
cheeks, framed by silky blonde hair, made her one of the prettiest
babies we'd seen.

One night, lying in bed after making love, Daddy and I were talking
about the children then residing under our roof.  We were playing a
kind of game: one of us would mention a child, and the other one would
confess everything we'd like to do with that child.  What made the
game extra yummy was that we'd masturbate each other while we talked.

I had just finished telling Daddy, between gasps and groans as he
sucked my pussy, what I'd like to do with Matthew, a 3-year-old boy we
hadn't yet "played with."  I told him how much I wanted to suck
Matthew's tiny penis, and probe his ass with my little finger, and
bite his balls until he screamed and fainted.  Of course, the more I
talked, the more excited we both became, and after thirty minutes of
our "game," we had both come.

Then, as we rested, it was Daddy's turn, and he began to talk about
little Annie. His desires were pretty plain: he simply wanted to fuck
the little girl, and keep on fucking her.  However, he also confessed,
rather sheepishly, that he wanted to spank her, too: her little ass
was unusually well-formed, marked with several precious little
dimples.  Daddy's beautiful cock became harder and harder as he
talked, but this time, instead of sucking him or jerking him off, I
said to myself, "Why not?  Why not right now?"  I kissed him, told him
to wait a minute, and went downstairs to the room where Annie slept.

I picked her up from her crib (we hadn't yet moved her to a "big girl"
bed) and, taking care not to awken her, padded back upstairs to our
bedroom.  Of couyrse, my husband had guessed where I was going, and he
lay on the bed expectantly, propped up on our pillows, his cock huge
and twitching slightly.  I carried little Annie over, laid her on the
bed beside him, and unsnapped and peeled off her little night-suit,
leaving her naked, except for her diaper.  "Here she is, Daddy," I
said.  "Please do it to her!"

He grinned up at me, then leaned over the child as I sat down at the
foot of the bed to watch.  He bent his head to her chest and sucked
one, then the other tiny nipple into his mouth.  "Sweet baby Annie,"
he murmured.

Now she was awakening, stirring, a frown creasing her little brow. 
She opened her eyes and looked up at him, then smiled happily.  She
loved Daddy!

As he continued to kiss her chest, then her round little tummy, he
peeled back the adhesive strips that held her wet diaper in place, and
tugged it off. She spread her legs innocently, baby pee shining on her
upper thighs and her sweet, puffy cunt.  "Oh dear, she's wet," Daddy
said, frowning.  "How can I make love to a dirty little girl?"

I giggled: as if he cared!  But I played along with his game.  "Let me
clean her up, Daddy," I said, moving up to sit closer.  He smiled at
me and leaned back against the pillows again.

Annie looked up at me, gurgling happily, waving her little arms and
legs.  "Naughty Annie," I scolded, then leaned forward, glanced up at
my husband, and opened my mouth.  I began slowly licking her thighs,
tasting the tang of her little-girl piss, then covered her little
mound with my mouth, and slipped the tip of my tongue into her cunt. 
She squirmed and cooed happily.  I glanced up at Daddy again; he was
watching, transfixed, as his wife-daughter tongued the baby's innocent
pussy a few feet away from him.

After a minute or two, Annie's thighs and mound were gleaming with my
saliva, and her puffy little lips were slightly spread.  I gave her
belly-button a quick, final kiss, and scooted back down to the foot of
the bed.  "I think Annie's ready for you, Daddy!"

"Thank you, little girl," he replied.  My cunt was wet from my
"clean-up" job, and hearing him call me "little girl" aroused me even
more, but I kept my distance: this was Daddy's moment.  He moved down
and kissed baby Annie, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth; then he
moved over her, and positioned his cock at the entrance to her little
cunt.  "Oh yes, do it, Daddy," I breathed, fascinated by the sight.

Without another word, he pressed the head of his cock, swollen and
already slick with precum, between Annie's fat little labia.  She
stirred beneath him, but didn't try to get away, and she continued to
coo and babble at him.  I saw the muscles of his buttocks tighten, and
knew that the moment had arrived.

Moaning with joy, he slipped his hands under the child and grasped her
shoulders from beneath, holding her in place.  Then, with one long,
slow movement, he pushed his beautiful, 7-inch cock deep inside. Annie
squealed adorably, and instinctively began rolling her little hips
from side to side in an effort to escape. At 14 months, she didn't yet
understand the mixed feelings of pain and pleasure she was receiving,
so she sought to escape.

But, as I knew from my own delicious experience, there was no escaping
my father!

There are two "methods" of fucking an infant girl, and Daddy was an
expert at both. One way is to do it very gradually, a fraction of an
inch at a time, through many sessions, gradually stretching and
expanding the baby vagina to accomodate an adult penis.  This is how
he had "done" me, so many years ago, and it was still his preferred
method.  Or, one can simply lubricate the child as much as possible,
then tear into her, not stopping for anything, ignoring all
resistance.  I had lubricated Annie with my tongue; now, in his
passion, Daddy was doing the rest.  No back and forth, no in-and-out;
he simply bore down on the child, using his body weight to increase
the force, his big cock pushing relentlessly into her pussy as she
began to shriek and gasp, as I watched, in delight ind admiration.

After maybe 30 seconds of pure pressure, Daddy's cock had ripped
through every tissue, pushed aside every obstacle, and was buried in
her up to the hilt.  I watched his ass clench and unclench as he
thrust back and forth, his forward motions pushing her body farther up
the bed toward the pillows, his backward motions actually dragging her
back down, so tightly was her pussy clenching him.  His balls were
hard and tight against his body, his grunts and moans matching the
infant's squeals and cries.  Until finally, his body stiffened, he
threw his head back, and I knew he was pumping a fountain of his seed
into her tiny, battered womb.

The semen was leaking out of her now, mixed with much blood, covering
her cunt, her ass, her thighs, and Daddy's balls.  I watched and
waited, my fingers twirling furiously inside my pussy, and soon he
rolled off the child and lay panting.

I immediately moved to his side and leaned over, licking and sucking
the sperm and blood off him, groaning with pleasure at the taste. 
Annie lay still, probably in shock, her eyes wide and staring.  "Oh,
Daddy, you were just wonderful," I purred in his ear.

He smiled up at me.  "Did baby Annie cum, honey?" he asked.  This was
another part of our game, and I played along.  "No, Daddy, she
didn't," I replied sadly, "Little Annie was a bad, bad girl."

"Oh, dear," he said frowning, "then I guess you know what must be
done."

"Yes, Daddy, of course," I said solemnly.  Leaning past him, I grasped
the child's shoulder and rolled her onto her tummy. Her pink, dimpled
ass jutted into the air as I adjusted her hips and legs.

Daddy stood up, walked across the room, and retrieved a broad, thick
leather belt from his bureau.  Returning to the bed, he said, "Hold
her, Carolyn."

"Yes, Daddy," I replied obediently, gripping her bloody little waist. 
With a THWACK! the belt, doubled up, smacked down on her tiny,
trembling ass.

When Daddy and I finally finished spanking her, fifteen minutes later,
her ass and thighs were already beginning to turn black and blue. 
Daddy and I fell upon her, embracing her, and as we cradled her
between our bodies, we began to fuck, desperately and without
restraint.  Annie's little head and arms flopped helplessly between us
as we bucked and thrashed and came against each other.  It was so very
romantic.

Chapter 4


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.

Chapter 5

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.


THE END