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The following is a work of fiction.  It should not be taken
as a guide to behavior in the real world.  The people, places
and events exist only in the mind of the Author.  This is a
work of pornographic fiction, it should not be read by those
who are under the legal age to do so in the jurisdiction where
you live.  It may, or may not, contain matter illegal to read
where you live.  Please know and obey the laws of your own
country.  The Author cannot be responsible for the laws of every
country connected to the internet.  Neither the Author nor
society condone some of the actions which may be presented
within.

Please, enjoy the story. 

Warning: This story contains depictions of sex involving
         children.

Note:  This is a follow-up to my story 'The Gypsy Queen'
       available on <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> in the July 2007
       directory.  It is not necessary to read that one to
       understand this one, but it might help.

Story Codes: MFb ped con?

=================={ The Imp and The Alewife }===================

   The weekend was odd, even by the odd standards of our home.
Pam, my live-in girlfriend and future wife, required sex play
with a child involved to get horny.  I happen to get turned on by
little girls and enjoy sex play with them.  Pam's three daughters
were normally involved in all our sex.  That is enough to make
for an odd household.  Pam's sex life extended back many years
before she met me.  One woman, who had been a child partner of
Pam, had offered her four year old son to play with us in return
for babysitting at no charge.  Pam liked little boys.  I'd never
considered them sexually.

   We'd sent the girls to their paternal grandmother for a
weekend sleepover with their cousins.  We had the house to
ourselves.  Most couples would view this as an opportunity for
couple time.  That wouldn't work for us.

   The young mother had called earlier in the week to ask if we'd
take her son for the weekend so she and her husband could get
away.  Our kids were gone and we were babysitting.  Odd.  For us
it worked as an equivalent.

                              ***

   The boy, Sean, arrived just an hour after our girls had left.
He was cute, no argument there.  He was scrubbed and slicked
down.  He was dressed in miniature blue dockers and a blue
pinstripe shirt.  He looked like he'd been gotten up to drag to a
social event.  His smile was big for his face.  He came with a
Batman backpack stuffed with everything necessary for his care.
Pam was pleased.  His mother looked relieved.  I had no clue what
I was supposed to do with a little boy.

   Don't get me wrong, I like boys.  Give me a half dozen of the
little bastards on a sugar high, and room to play, and I'll
cheerfully raise a ruckus  Sex was Pam's chief aim, and I don't
view boys erotically.  The idea of teaching him to suck dick, or
sucking his, held no charm for me.  Anal was out in our home,
even assuming anyone would subject a four year old to such
treatment.  Pam had valid health concerns about it, I just get
turned off by shit.  I saw my role as relief hitter after the boy
got Pam aroused.

   It was Friday evening when he arrived.  It was only an hour
before his published bedtime.  Pam asked me to watch the boy
while she put his things away.  I asked what he'd like to do and
he handed me a book.  I read him 'Jack and the beanstalk'.  He
sat on my lap.  Perhaps it had been thinking about sexual
interaction with him that caused me to notice his every movement.
He certainly moved a lot.  He turned the page, he knew the story
well enough to know when.  He pointed at, and critiqued, the
pictures.  He squirmed.  Sparky rose early.  Thereafter, every
movement of that tiny butt was noticed.  The feel of his firm
belly invited me to explore the rest of him.  I was used to these
feelings with a girl on my lap, but never before with a boy.  Pam
joined us.

   "Has he been a good boy while I was gone?" Pam asked.  This
was a code, of sorts.  Sean's mother stroked his little pecker as
a reward for good behaviour.  "Does he deserve a reward?"  The
answer she wanted was yes, even if he'd bit me and broken a
vase.  She reached out and stroked the front of his pants.

   "Oh, yes.  We've been reading.  Not a bit of trouble."  I
looked down to the boy.  "Do you deserve a lollipop?"

   Sean shook his head so hard it juggled his whole body.  "I get
the big reward!"  He stuck out his legs and lowered his trousers.
His wienie already stood up.

   "You've been extra good?" Pam asked.  Sean nodded, again using
his whole body.  Sparky was begging for more.  "Take his pants
all the way off."

   I removed his pants and laid them aside.  He wore black
'Batman' shorts.  I laid those aside too, face down.  I doubted
that the 'Caped Crusader' would approve of what we were going to
do next.  I scooted to the edge of the seat and opened my legs.

   Pam moved in close.  She palmed Sean's wienie.  "My!  Isn't
that nice," she said.  Sean grinned.

   "Rub it!  I've been extra, extra good!" he declared.

   Pam was rubbing.  "Extra, extra, extra good?"  Sean did the
whole body nod again.  Between his movements and the sight of Pam
stroking him, Sparky was willing to do anything, anything at all.
"If you've been that good, we should give you an extra good
reward!"  She leaned in and gave Sean's wienie a wet kiss.  She
licked the whole thing.  Sean was squirming and laughing.  Pam
engulfed it in her mouth.  Sean bucked and wiggled.  I was
jealous.  There was no way for any woman to give me a blow job
that thorough.

   While Pam gave the boy a head job, that included his balls, I
let a finger stroke the boy's inner thigh and abdomen.  The
smooth soft skin slid under my callused fingertip.  A light sheen
of perspiration developed, increasing the smoothness.  The
contrast between the boy's skin and my own scared hide was
striking.  The belly under my other hand was firm and flat.
Most of the toddler's baby fat was already burned away by the
pace of his growth.  Suddenly Sean cried, "Enough!" and pushed
playfully at Pam's head.

   Pam stopped.  This surprised me a bit.  Pam has a streak of
iron in her when it comes to sex.  What she wants, she takes.  It
had caused problems before and threatened to do so again
sometimes.

   "It's bedtime for good boys," said Pam.  Sean looked ready to
argue.  "Bed time for bad boys is earlier tomorrow," Pam added.
"Carry him up," she said to me.  Sean and I stood.  He donned his
underpants and trousers.  I picked him up and carried him to the
bedroom.

                              ***

   Sean undressed and donned his jammies.  I had to take him to
the bathroom to brush and pee.  That was familiar, Darla still
needed such help and Cathy needed supervised.  Pam was undressed
when we returned from our toilet.  She let me know I was to
undress too.  I picked the boy up and tossed him onto the bed.
He bounced and rolled, giggling.

   Pam sat down on the bed and caressed a breast.  "Sean, do you
know what these are for?"

   "Milk!  I suck milk out of mommy's."

   "I have no milk anymore.  Will you still suck one?"

   Sean nodded.  He climbed onto Pam's lap and began nursing.
That is the only word for it.  He didn't treat it the way I did,
he sucked it as a baby would.  Pam seemed happy enough with his
treatment.  She laid back and invited me to her crotch.  I leaned
in and began to lick and kiss her sex.  Pam stroked the boy's
back and butt, sliding her hand into his jammies.

   "Pull the bottoms down for me," she asked.
   I removed them and resumed my station.  The boy looked at me
and smiled.  Pam directed his mouth to the other tit.  We kept
that up for a few minutes, then she asked me to enter her.

   As I screwed Pam I gazed on Sean.  He was nursing still,
moving from breast to breast at Pam's direction.  He still seemed
hard.  I ran a couple fingers down to his balls.  He was still
hard.  I caressed his butt and balls as I worked my own cock in
Pam.  Pam was flushed and breathing raggedly.  I, too, was
building to climax.  Sean began to take breaks to pant for a
moment.  Pam grunted.  Her unoccupied breast had both nipple and
areola swollen.  Pam was coming, quietly, but coming for certain.
I came about then, not so quietly as Pam.  Sean looked back at
me.  Pam had already finished before I did.  I eased myself to
the bed.  Pam rolled toward me, dumping Sean on the bed between
us.  She leaned over the boy to kiss me, then planted a kiss on
his forehead.

   "You are a very good boy," she said.  She began to caress his
body from breastbone to balls and back.  To my surprise, I joined
her.  It did not take long until the boy jerked and cried out.
His wienie bobbed and swelled.  Sean, too was coming.  Just a
little thin clear fluid spat out.  The boy lay wide eyed and
smiling for a few moments, then his eyes closed.  He was sleeping.

   Pam worked his pajama bottoms on and covered him.

                              ***

   Down in the family room, Pam asked me, "How did you like our
evening with Sean?  Any problems?"

   In a past conversation, Pam had told me she views the sex of a
child neutrally.  To her a boy or a girl are interchangeable.
Out of respect to the sensitivities of her other partners, she
doesn't engage in direct stimulation of girls unless both child
and man are comfortable with it.  She doesn't push her male
partners to stimulate one another.  I take that statement for
what it's worth.  Pam does push her desires on others, a trait
that has caused the family problems before.  If she didn't push
it meant that she didn't care one way or another.

   "It was interesting.  I expected to be curious about what was
going on.  I didn't expect to be aroused, but I was."

   "We've barely started.  Sean's uncle was the best little
pussy-eater you'll ever see.  He loved fresh fucked pussy so much
we nicknamed him Creampie.  He could bring me a second orgasm
without fail and a third on a good day.  I'm hoping we can bring
Sean along to something similar," Pam said.

   I wasn't in the mood to discuss more on this subject and let
the conversation drop.  We watched a movie and discussed other,
unrelated, subjects until our bedtime.

                              ***

   I'm an early riser.  I woke shortly after six, which is
sleeping in for me, and went down to make coffee and wait for the
paper to be delivered.  On a work day I'd have been leaving the
house about then.  Pam rose to see me off on a work day, she slept
much later on weekends.  She didn't have to get herself and three
girls ready for work and school.  Sean came down about a quarter
after seven, smiling and energetic.

   I took him out back to see the yard.  It was chilly for his
jammies and bare feet, my bare feet told me so.  I wanted to keep
him out of Pam's hair until she woke on her own.  I took Sean
into the family room and started a kid's movie.

   Pam came down just before nine.  I gave her a kiss and a cup.
"Has Sean been any trouble?" she asked.  I assured her we'd been
fine.  She asked me to dress him while she started breakfast.

   I found a T-shirt that boldly stated 'Here Comes Trouble'.
Denim pants and sneakers completed the outfit.

   Back in the kitchen, Pam said, "My, what a handsome pair of
men."  Sean and I went through a series of muscle poses for her
benefit.  Pam and Sean were laughing throughout.

   After breakfast we went to the back yard.  Sean, with
occasional help from me, played.  During a quiet moment Pam said,
"I'd like you to start teaching him to eat pussy.  Give me about
ten minutes to clean up, then bring him to the family room."

                              ***

   Pam was still in her nightie when we arrived.  "Sean, have you
ever gotten to see a woman's pee-pee up close?" she asked.  Sean
shook his head.  "Come here and I'll show you."

   Pam spread her legs.  I gently led him within touching
distance.  Pam had shaved a few days ago, now I knew why.  She
smelled of something fruity and had an oily sheen on her sex.

   "See," I said, "A girl's parts are all inside."  I traced her
mound with my finger.  Sean copied me.  I kissed her mound and
added a quick lick.  She tasted of strawberries.  Sean copied me
again.  "You can spread this open, it doesn't hurt her a bit."
I spread her with two fingers.  I let Sean look for a few
moments.  I traced the inside of her mound, Sean copied.  I
planted a kiss on her hood, Sean copied, though he missed the
hood.

   "That feels nice," said Pam.

   "It feels nicer the more you do it, just like rubbing yours,"
I said.  I kissed and licked several times.  Sean stood for a
second before he copied me.  We repeated the cycle for a few
minutes.  I could see that Sean was getting bored.

   I spread her inner lips.  "This goes inside her."  I worked a
finger in.  "This is where a man's pee-pee goes in."  I withdrew
my finger.  Sean hesitated to push his in, so I guided his hand.
When he'd withdrawn his finger, I stuck mine in my mouth.  Sean
copied.  I leaned in to kiss and lick, Sean copied.

   "That tastes funny," he said.

   "I like it," I replied.  I licked thoroughly for a few
moments.  Sean copied for a shorter time.  I started licking the
whole crack, leaning back every few licks.  Sean copied, but it
was clear he was bored again.

   I took up licking seriously.  Every so often I paused and Sean
added a few licks.  Pam's clit was exposed.  "Kiss there," I
said, "it will make her jump."  Sean kissed and Pam did jump.
Sean was amused.  I licked more.  Sean kissed the clit each time
I paused.  On the fourth or fifth kiss Pam want over.

   "Did I hurt her?" Sean asked.

   "No.  She had the good feeling you get when your pee-pee is
rubbed a lot."

   Pam smiled down on Sean.  "Can I go play now?" he asked.  I
patted his butt and told him to run along.

                              ***

   The rest of the day was fully conventional.  We were used to
small children.  Darla and Cathy could claim no other tittle,
though at six and eight they were well beyond the toddler stage.
Even Annie, at eleven, was still very much the child most of the
time.

   In the afternoon Pam and I managed to talk.

   "I wish I could offer him breast milk when he sucks," Pam
said.

   "You're past that unless we have another child."

   "Not quite true.  It's possible for a woman to be in milk from
her first birth to menopause if someone milks her often enough.
I was still breastfeeding all my girls and my first husband when
he died.  Of course it was supplemental to their diet.  During
our grief, nursing fell off to the point I stopped producing.  I'd
like to get started again.  If all of you sucked at my breasts
often enough, I might start up again.  It's not that uncommon with
adopting mothers."

   "How often is enough?" I asked.

   "If each of you suckle from me four times a day, that should
start it again.  After that three times a day is enough.  The
girls used to be accustomed to mother's milk with breakfast,
after school snack, and supper.  My late husband had it in his
coffee, both at home and in his thermos, and suckled from me at
night.  Everyone suckled during sex.  Darla was still a toddler
and drank at any time she pleased."

   "We'll have to discuss it with the girls.  I rarely drink milk
and Annie has already said she won't suck your tits anymore."

   "You'd like my milk more than a cow's, wait and see," said
Pam, ending the discussion.

                              ***

   For the rest of the day Sean and I were together.  I played
with him and he followed me about as I did my chores.  It was a
glimpse into the prospect of having a son.  It was just about the
most male companionship, outside of work, I'd had since taking up
with Pam and her daughters.  We threw a ball around, he was no
different at it than the girls, but it felt different.  We chased
and tickled.  Again, he was no different, but it felt more manly.
He dogged my steps as I fixed a loose step and mowed the lawn.  I
let him try snipping some at the bushes as I trimmed.  In the
daylight hours I could not conceive of how I'd viewed him the
night before.

   His nap time came and I read to him, as he lay in his
underwear.  I felt no sexual charge at all.  Once he dozed off, I
tucked him in.

   Pam and I had a brief talk while he slept.  "I want to try him
out on eating creampie tonight.  I don't expect him to go all the
way with it.  Just an introduction will be enough," she said.

   "Do you really want to do that?  He seems too young and that
is an odd thing for any boy to want."

   "He's the same age his uncle was when we started him, and Sammy
loves it to this day.  He likes to make his own now, but nothing
else has changed."

   "We'll see how it goes.  I'm finding your interchangeable
theory hard to maintain today.  Boys are different than girls."

   "I never said they weren't, just that I find them all sexy.
The standards are different.  If a little boy sucks your dick, it
doesn't mean he's gay at all.  He doesn't view things that way
and neither should we while we play with him."

   "As I said, I'm finding that hard to see today."

   "It will all work out, you'll see," she said.

                              ***

   Just before supper Pam ordered us to bathe.  Pam had the
upstairs shower, while us men had the downstairs tub.  We had a
good time splashing and scrubbing.  Again I felt no arousal,
though we were naked and touching one another.

   After supper we went to the family room.  We put something on
TV, but none of us watched.  We played on the floor, silly games
of wrestling and tickling.  We played at being dogs on all fours,
barking.  We played at catching one another's hands.

   Then Pam asked me, "Has he been a good boy?"  I replied that
he had.  "A very good boy?"  I said yes.  "Does he deserve a
reward?"  Oh yes.

   Sean knew what was coming.  He pulled his pants down.  Pam
removed them.  She signaled me to remove mine too.  Pam was in a
dress.  I soon saw she had no panties on and wondered how I'd
missed that fact during our play.

   Pam wet Sean's little wienie.  She started jacking it with one
finger and thumb.  "Has he been a good boy?" she asked Sean while
indicating me.  Sean nodded enthusiastically.  "Does he deserve a
reward too?"  Another nod.  Then to me, "Come over here."  She wet
me down with her mouth without missing a stroke on Sean.  She
started jacking us both at the same time.  I stroked Sean's head
and he held my  other hand. 

   After an interval Sean said, "Enough!".  I hadn't had enough,
but I wanted to save it for the main event.  Pam stopped jacking
us.

   "She's been good to us, does she deserve a reward too?" I
asked the boy.  He nodded.  "Here's how we do that for a girl."
I had Pam roll over and lifted her dress.  I took Sean's hand and
wet it down with my tongue.  I guided it to her pussy.  I started
to wet mine, but Sean took hold of my wrist and licked my palm.
The strokes of his tongue sent signals straight to Sparky.  I
guided Sean's hand back to Pam's pussy and over it.  I started to
pet her with Sean's hand under mine.  When the saliva began to
dry, Sean and I licked each other's hands again.  I pushed his
fingers into the crack.  I kneaded the top of her mound.  I
stroked her entry.  We licked palms again.  The taste of Pam's
arousal filled our mouths.  I unzipped the back of Pam's dress,
awkwardly, and exposed her breasts.  I began to suck as we
kneaded her pussy.  Sean's arm was too short to copy me and he
looked disappointed.  I wet down his tiny foot, to the
accompaniment of much giggling.  Sean sucked tit, while I used
his foot to stroke Pam's pussy.  Pam came and came with glorious
dramatics.  When she stopped I folded us all into a hug while she
recovered.

   "I want you in me.  I want you both in me at the same time,"
she said.

   I thought for a minute on how we could do that.  I threaded
Sparky between Sean's legs from behind.  He was thin enough that
more of me than him stuck out in front.  We couldn't go deep, but
we could go in.  Pam said to try it.

   I propped her butt up on a pillow.  I had Sean kneel between
her legs and inserted his wienie.  I pushed Sparky in, we only
had about two and a half inches in, but Pam smiled and nodded.
I rocked back and thrust hard.  Pam smiled more broadly, and Sean
laughed as my pubic bone bumped his butt.  I humped and humped.
I was getting off as much from the feel of Sean's legs and butt
as I was from Pam.  I ran my thumb over the top of Pam's sex to
insure she would cum.

   Pam did cum, quickly.  She was still sensitive from the
previous orgasm.  Sean was next.  I could feel his wienie and
balls spasm against Sparky.  His breathing was ragged and he
would have fallen had he not been laying on Pam's belly.  He was
not quite finished when I came, spewing a load made greater by
Pam's earlier ministrations.

                              ***

   Both Pam and Sean still looked dazed when I asked Sean, "Want
to see what we've done?"  We scooted down to Pam's crotch.  She
was still stretched and cum leaked out.  Sean reached out to
touch, then hesitated.  "It's alright, touch it," I said.

   The next part was not my favorite.  My sex life, before Pam,
had been sparse, but I had had occasions when I'd come and
deflated without the lady coming yet.  I'd resorted to licking
to finish her.  I could do it, I just didn't enjoy the idea of
tasting my own cum.  I bent in and licked.  Sean copied me.  He
rolled the cum in his mouth.  I leaned in again and kissed her
clit.  Sean took another lick.  He looked a question at me, and
I concluded we were done.  That was fine by me.

                              ***

   Sean fell asleep soon after.  I started to clean him up, but
Pam told me to leave the mess to let him get used to the taste
and smell.

   I carried him to bed and Pam dressed him and tucked him in.

   We returned to the family room and read until our own bedtime.

                              ***

   In the morning, once all of us were up, Pam decided we should
start a set of garb for Sean to wear at renfaires.  His parents
liked them and Pam planned to outfit them too.  For Sean, she
planned an imp outfit.  She measured and consulted patterns and
growth charts.  She drew up an outfit made of hairy knee
britches with a fox tail, tunic, horns for his head, a crown of
silk oak leaves, and a hay fork.  I pointed out that it is a poor
idea to give a child a prop to carry.  They always tire of
carrying it and someone else has to.  She said tough luck to that
someone.  The hay fork was staying.  I was tasked to carve one.

   Pam started sewing the garments she had material on hand for.
Sean played with a ball in the back yard.  I watched both and
read and played with Sean.

   Sean was picked up about two o'clock.  The girls returned
about four.  Our big weekend was over.  I still wasn't sure how I
felt about sharing Pam with such a very young boy.

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constructive criticism are always welcome.

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