Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Story_codes: m/f/incest/pedo/baby/cum Intro: Carl is worried that his sexual attraction to his baby daughter is unnatural. But when two of his friends come around for a poker night and the beer starts to flow, he discovers he is not alone in his desire for infant pussy. He brings little Corrie downstairs to join the party and the baptism of cum is not far away. Three Men And A Baby by Maxamm --------------------- Story_intro: Carl is worried that his sexual attraction to his 9 month old baby daughter is unnatural. But when two of his friends come around for a poker night and the beer starts to flow, he discovers he is not alone in his desire for infant pussy. He brings little Corrie downstairs to join the party and the baptism of cum is not far away. Comments: The following story bears no resemblance to the movie of the same name. Any resemblance to any pedophiles, living, dead or practising is purely coincidental and unintentional. Neither were any babies molested in the course of this fantasy. --------------------------------------------------- Carl was not one of those men who objected to babysitting, while his wife went out to work. It wasn't like his nine month old daughter was difficult to take care of. Most of the time, little Corrie slept right through until Susan returned home. However, if the baby needed a feed or a change of diaper, Carl could deal with it without any fuss. In fact, the latter task had lately become something of a sexual pleasure. He couldn't quite define it - wasn't even sure he wanted to go there - but there was an undeniable eroticism in the sight of his naked baby daughter. Just a few days eralier, he had kissed her tiny pussy for the first time. It had been an impulsive act and afterwards, he had felt like a pervert. Was this how it started with fathers who sexually abused their children? Was he some kind of sick pedophile who had been triggered by the sight of his own baby? Carl was no more comfortable with these questions than he was with the manner in which his cock sometimes stiffened when he was holding the baby or watching his wife nurse her. The child was still three months from her first birthday and he was having jerk-off fantasies about her. Either he was sick, or this was more normal than the baby care experts would ever dare admit. Whatever the answers, he wasn't dwelling on them on this particular Thursday night. Tonight was the night for beer and poker with his best buddies, Tony and Don. He suspected he might be able to discuss his strange feelings towards his daughter with Tony, given the right moment. After all, they had been friends since childhood and Don had three little girls of his own. Poker night, however, was definitely not the right moment. When it came right down to it, Carl suspected he would lack the nerve to broach such a delicate subject at any time, even with his best friend. The way he saw it, he might just as well stamp the word PEDOPHILE on his forehead and invite comments on his no-longer-secret perversion. "Looks like my lucky night," Tony grinned, scooping yet another pot from the centre of the kitchen table. "Yeah, rub it in, you fucking cheat," Carl grumbled good naturedly, flinging away yet another losing hand. "Your deal, Don." "I need to take a leak first," the blond man said, rising to his feet. "Give this asshole a chance to count our money." "What time are you expecting Susan home?" Tony asked, leaning back in his chair. "Not 'til three at the earliest," Carl replied. "Why?" "Just don't want her walking in in the middle of a poker game," the heavily built man answered. "You're supposed to be babysitting, not gambling and boozing with your buddies." "Hey, I'm doing my job," Carl retorted. "Susan doesn't mind me having a few beers and a few hands of poker, even if I am losing. The baby monitor is right there on the wall and if my little girl cries out, I'll be upstairs faster than you can pick up three aces. There's no law saying a good father can't have a little fun on duty." "Only in my house," Tony sighed. Their conversation was interrupted by a sound from the baby monitor. But it was not little Corrie crying for attention, but the voice of Don. He was speaking gently, just loud enough to be heard. "Hello, my little beauty. Haven't seen you for a while. You won't start yelling now, will you? Don't want to disturb your daddy. That's a good girl. You like Uncle Don, don't you? Uncle Don sure likes you." Tony laughed. "Uncle Don! I thought our bachelor buddy couldn't stand kids. Poop and puke machines I think he once called them." "He obviously doesn't know about the baby monitor," said Carl, leaning closer to listen. There was a moment of silence, before the man upstairs spoke again. "Look at this, Corrie. Look at what Uncle Don has in his hand. Bet you've never seen one of these before. Take a good look, baby. Your Uncle Don has a hard-on for you." "Jesus Christ!" Tony exploded. "That fucking pervert!" "Let's just listen," Carl told him. His heart was beginning to pound frantically, as he formed a mental picture of his friend towering over his infant daughter, throbbing boner in hand. It was as much a relief as a shock. At least he now knew for certain he was not the only man who could become sexually aroused by a baby. He might still be sick, but it was good to know he wasn't unique. "Think you could suck this?" Don's voice was lower, his breathing becoming more laboured. "I'd love to put my cock in your baby mouth and fill you up with cum. I bet you have a sweet little pussy. Maybe your daddy's had a taste already." Carl felt himself blush. "I wish I could have a taste," his friend continued. "Wish I could cum all over your sexy little baby body!" "He's jerking off over the baby!" Tony whispered, as though he was the one in danger of being overheard. Carl, he's............." "He's not hurting her," the other man interrupted. "Let's just listen and learn." There was little more to listen to, as Don apparently realised that if he was to shoot his load over the baby, the mess would be impossible to clean up. The infant gurgled softly, but there were no more sounds from her visitor. He had left the room as hurriedly as he arrived. "I don't believe what I've just heard," Tony said, reaching with a trembling hand for his beer. "You think you know a guy and all the time he's a fucking.........." he struggled to spit out the word ".................. pedophile!" "Yeah, you just never know," Carl murmured absently, staring into the distance. "So, what are you going to do?" his friend demanded. "What would you do, Tony?" "I'd.............. uh............... I'd.................. I don't fucking know Carl. That's your baby upstairs. This is your house. I can't tell you what to do." Carl studied his friend carefully. Though Tony was shocked, he was not reacting as a father of three young children might be expected to react to such a situation. Instead of murderous rage, there was just shock and embarrassment. Was it possible that he was not as unaware of Don's predilictions as he wished to pretend? "When Don comes back, we act like nothing happened," Carl decided. "Don't mention the monitor. Let me deal with this." Tony shrugged. "Whatever you say, buddy." A few moments later, Don returned. Had they not been listening in, neither of the other two men would probably have noticed his slightly flushed features. "Your deal," Carl reminded him, as he took his seat. "I'll get us some fresh beers." When he returned from the refrigerator, he moved to sit down, then changed his mind. "I think I'll just go check on Corrie first. Won't be long." "That little one is going to be a real daddy's girl," Tony mused, as soon as their host had left the room. "Carl is a very lucky man." Don grinned. "He sure is. Maybe I should offer to babysit sometime." "Maybe not a good idea," the other man replied. "You hate kids, remember?" "Yeah," Don grunted. "I hate kids. Just ask your three little girls." "Catherine hasn't even learned to speak yet," Tony said. "Lucky for you, I'd say." Don looked suddenly uncomfortable. "Let's change the subject. We're here to play poker and drink beer, not talk about babies." Five minutes later, Carl returned, carrying his daughter in his arms. He had removed her nightdress, leaving the baby clad only in her diaper. "Thought I'd bring Corrie down to say hi," he smiled. "You guys don't mind if I change her diaper, do you?" "Go right ahead," said Tony. Don said nothing, but he could not take his eyes off the tiny child. At that moment, he regretted not having jerked off in the bathroom, as he could feel his cock returning rapidly to full stiffness. Taking a seat opposite him, Carl carefully removed his daughter's diaper, which was neither wet nor soiled. Of course, he had known this already. He had taken the baby from her cot for one purpose only - to tease his pedophile buddy. From the look on Don's face, it was working. He was staring at Corrie's little bald pussy and practically salivating. "I don't think she needed changing," Tony observed. Carl gently touched the soft baby pussy, his hand lingering. "Yeah, I guess she doesn't. --------------------------------------------------- This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.