Everyone's Price (Mb,nepi,newborn,public nudity,rape,full-intercourse)

by Nate

   
STORY INTRO: A perverted twenty-one year old visits a nude beach and ends 
             up paying off a father so he can sodomize his newborn son.




   In an unremarkable beach town equidistant between Los Angeles and San
Francisco there is a nude beach hidden behind a furrow of cliffs and
swaddled in a hard rock fjord.  While the surroundings were dull as death
and the water cold as my rapist heart, there was one special trait to this
particular nude beach that made it my go-to spot.

   The people were conservative and optimistic Christians in this town and
none of them has ever considered the need for the specification "no minors"
to be attributed to the beach.  This lack of regulation was always a
match-flame of hope in my pedophile mind as I lay sprawled with my
twenty-one year old cock between my legs in the sand, my pubes a tangled
pillow to get a big-eyed second stare from the children, unfamiliar with
the dark world of men that their parents were unknowingly exposing them to.
It was my one pleasure away from the filthy pictures on my computer.

   There was a late day in April.  I held myself up by the elbows and saw
the gentle rush of the ocean as I dragged on my cigarette and skimmed my
weather-beaten copy of "Lolita".  There was a bare and clearly embarrassed
twelve-ish years-maybe girl covering her nipples.  She was too old and too
female for me but I smiled just knowing I was getting a live show of
something people would pay big bitcoin for as I spied over my book.

   My calm sea-gaze was interrupted with an eye-roll but then a sudden
interest.  I jumped up from my arms onto my ass and leaned over to see
where a sound was coming from.  There was an infantile cry resounding on
the beach cliffs.  A mature male voice shushed the weeping child.  The view
of the thing was hidden behind some rocks--the whole beach was covered in
alcoves and stone alleys and even a cave with the entrance curtained by
trickling brine water.  I myself set up my towel below a roof of a rock,
shaded in seclusion to watch the walkers-by and scratch my balls.

   I inched up and crawled off the towel to see this potential baby past
the cliff.  The family beach setup was turned perpendicular to the water so
they weren't facing me, letting me stare to my content.  There was a baby
boy being bounced in his father's armed, pacified with soft vocal lulling
and a pacifier.

   I crawled closer.  It was a father alone with three children, a boy and
a girl no more than a year apart playing in the deeply dug-up sand and the
red-skinned fussy baby, no more than a week old at best.  The beach
probably wasn't a safe place for a newborn, but what could you expect of a
single father of three?  I didn't know he was single, I didn't know
anything about anything as far as this family went, but I didn't care
either.  What I cared about was the sight of that adorable infant, finally
calmed and napping in his father bouncing arms--if only the rhythm was that
of me forcing myself on that innocent body.  My dick hung between my legs
longer than usual, semi-erect and twitching with lust.

   I watched the father for signs.  Was he the kind of guy who would walk
away for a bit to smoke?  Was he the kind of guy who would take a nap
himself?  Maybe he molested his own children?  I fantasized about how I
could make this thing work.  I hadn't cum in a whole thirty hours and I had
gone out that day for the sole purpose of a seaside wank.  But the
possibility of a real newborn fuck was haunting my adrenaline dreams.  My
mouth was dry and hungry.

   I crawled a bit closer--too close.  I was risking getting caught, but
was obsessed with this particular child.  I'd been touching kids since my
baby brother found my interest when I was seven, but this was different. 
This little boy was so beautiful: so small and so innocent.  He has a few
strands of pretty blond hair and was putting plenty of pressure on that
pacifier.  I lapped at my lips.

   Then I died a little inside with fright when the man turned abruptly and
saw me on all fours staring his way.  His eyes glanced me over and a second
time landed on my hanging meat.  He looked away in feigned disinterest.  I
knew just what to do.

   Letting ten seconds beat against the shore, I stood up on my two legs
and brushed the graduals off my knees.  I took a careful step into the
sinking sand and made the short trek to the man's spot.  I playfully walked
the perimeter of his towel to where he was pretending to look and stood
with my cock at perfect eye-level to his reddening face.

   "Hi." I said arrogantly.  Inside I was choking on embarrassment but I
knew that wasn't the type of boy this man was interested in.  He was a shy,
middle-aged gentlemen looking for a young, new-world boy to push him past
his comfort level and fulfill his curiosities--take his dick most
importantly.  The taste of a grown man was not my cup of absinthe, though I
have partaken since sixteen, but he didn't need to know that.

   "Uh...hi." he tripped out after a three-beat pause, looking at his feet.

   Then I put on a show.  My grin extended to one side and my eyes acted
out an interested glean as I slowly moved.  I squatted with well stretched
legs all the way down until I could feel the heat of the sand on my ass. 
The outermost crease of my tight, pink hole could be lustily spotted poking
out beyond the far boarder of my hairless taint, beneath the shadow of my
roundly cased balls--they pillowed the resting state of my twelve-inch,
twenty-one-year vintaged man tool (yes, I may be a big of a narcissist). 

    "I'm Bradly."

   His gaze had fallen to where I had dropped my bone--bingo.  He looked up
and past me to the side, awkward but wanting.  "Hey," he gulped, "I'm
John." He has stopped his baby-bounce rhythm, realized, and restarted with
the first whimper.  "And this is Charlie."

   In my peripheral I saw the young boy stop his shoveling to look,
triggered by the sound of familiar names.  He took a curious look at my
tanned and bleached starfish and resumed his playing.  He must have been
about six or so, interesting enough I would molest him given the chance but
not enough to draw me from my desire for his younger brother.

   "Hi Charlie." I said in that cliche you're-a-child-and-I'm-not voice. I
pretended to shake his hand with a little arm pumping and a finger brushing
his pudgy hand.

   The man puckered his lips in nervous silence.  "So, what's up?" he
asked.

   "Well, you see..." I put my hand on his shoulder and leaned in.  His
breathing became heavy and his stare intense.  "...there's something I
really wanted to do...when I saw you."

   "Oh, yeah?"

   "Yeah."

   I let time pass for punctuation.

   "I have a proposition for you.  And...I'm willing to pay if that's what
it takes."

   "Oh, I don't think that would be n--"

   "Just in case you don't know what I'm talking about..."

   "I think I d--"

   "One second." I quickly walked back to my secluded spot and reached nine
hundred dollars of cold, kiddie porn peddler cash out of my wallet and then
hurried back to my squat in front of him.  I set my hand back on his
shoulder and started to massage it.

   "I'm willing to--"

   "Really, you don't have to p--"

   "Shhh..." I set a finger on his lips and brought it to my own, pressing
the whole length into my mouth and back out with a pop.  He melted in
disbelief.  "I'm willing to offer you nine hundred dollars if you..." I
lean into his ear and breath there for a second.  I whisper, "if you would
consider, letting me get to know little Charlie here a little better."

   "But I'm John."

   "I know," I say with a hand running down his cheek, "but I'm curious to
see more of little Charlie."

   His head leaned back and his eyes opened a bit wider.  I gave him a
second to absorb it a little more as I demonstrated my intentions, nodding
for him to look down at my throbbing hard-on.

   "Oh, that's... that's really..."

   "It's nothing too physical, just a little exploration--harmless."

   "I couldn't..."

   "Couldn't turn down the offer, I know.  Because when you and I are
bareback fucking right here in the sand, it'll be that one little taboo
thought of me and your baby boy that will bring you to the hardest cum
you've ever felt.  I can promise you that." I had no intention of sticking
around when I was done with the kid--nor did I have the intent to be
gentle. I was going to rape the child.  But this was a dangerous game.

   "Other people could show up..."

   "Don't worry, I know where to go.  Now, don't tell me you're not up for
nine hundred dollars and a fuck?"

   "Well..."

   Oh my God, I had taken one of the hugest risks of my life trying to buy
sex with an infant and it was actually working.  This was so unbelievable
my dick was convulsing as if it could barely hold back the jizz without me
even touching it.

   "Here, let's just do a little swap." I gently took the baby into my arms
and slid the cash bills between two of his fingers.  "I'll be back with him
in just a couple of minutes."

   "But..."

   "Just five minutes, no one will see."

   Oh my God.  Oh my God.  Oh my God.  This was happening.  I was walking
away with a whimpering newborn boy in my arms, wearing just a fluffy diaper
and sucking on a pacifier.  The dad had been too much of a socially awkward
fag to even put up a haggle or dismiss me, he was sitting there watching me
with his mouth in an O.  I had the boy!

   I was holding him against me with his sweet smelling head upon my
shoulder.  He made a cute and playful rolling R sound, meant to be some
kind of whine but regarded by me as an adorable "I'm yours." And he was
mine.  I walked over to the end of the sand strip that was the small beach
where there was that cave I mentioned.  A door of water hid the view to the
inside and its trickle blocked out noises.  I slipped inside covering the
child's head to keep him mostly dry and looked at the curved back wall of
the small cave taking in the light of the dropping sun in a beautiful
radiance to mood-light my child rape.

   The thought that the dad might be calling the cops that moment turned in
my mind.  But I dismissed it fast, he wasn't even following me.  I think
the prospect of sex with me was as overcoming to him as the urge I felt to
have this baby.

   I lay him on the floor of our consummatory bedroom.  He flailed his
yet-to-be-mastered arms in jerking little motions as he began to cry.  The
sound shot my dick up another aching inch as I was totally overcome with
perverse desire.

   "Hi, Charlie.  Ready to get deflowered by uncle Bradly?" He just kept
fussing.

   "Yeah, I know you may be reluctant.  And I can promise you that it's
going to hurt.  But it's going to feel really good for me, and that's
what's important.  You understand, Charlie?" I chuckled as I talked to
myself.

   "Alrighty then.  Well, I'm already naked so all we have to do I guess is
get that diaper off of you.  I leaned over him and rubbed both my hands
down his stomach as I reached for the diaper tabs.  I put my head on his
belly button and blew into it.  He thrashed some more with a faint
confusion then more crying.  I undid one, then two, and witnessed the
forbidden nudity of my victim.  He was a cute, little chubby thing with an
adorably small pecker standing up against the crease between his pubic
triangle and tummy.

   "Charlie, you sexy thing!" I tugged the diaper from under him and left
him bare against the cold cave floor.  "No one can hear you cry, Charlie."
I began to rub him and kiss him all over.  I set my lips against his kiddie
prick and started swirling my tongue against it.  "Do you like that,
Charlie?" Still crying.  "Well, it doesn't matter.  I'm going to get what I
like."

   I began to push on his little thighs and play with the young flesh,
pulling and rubbing and enjoying the liveliness of the newborn form.  "I
can't resist you, little guy.  Let's see what you've got to offer me." I
yanked him toward me and up to expose his young butt.  Setting his butt
against my cross-legged shins I used both hands to pull his cheeks apart
and discover the delicious site.  His hole was just a little pink freckle
in size, puckered and virgin.  I yanked him up again and craned my neck
down to lap at it.  It was the taste of salty flesh and sun-baked baby
powder.  I mumbled a sigh of ecstasy into his butt and continued to lick
until my precum was dripping from its obtuse angle into my belly button.

   "Alright, alright!  Let's not delay.  Your father's waiting." His father
was waiting.  His own father--his depraved faggot father had let a complete
stranger take his newborn son for sex.  It was absolutely invigorating.  I
couldn't believe my luck.  "No more waiting."

   I set him back onto the floor and got onto my knees.  I was going to
enter him missionary-style.  So I began to stroke my enormous dick and
brought it up to the front of his frame.  My girth had the same
circumference as his thigh!  This was going to really hurt him, and it was
going to be my dream cum true (wink).

   I pulled his legs up and pinpointed the pin of his hole in the dimple of
his cute, parted ass.  I aligned my cocktip to it, the head of my penis
couldn't even fit in the space between his two ass cheeks.  I looked
enormous next to him.  All twelve inches drummed to the beat of my heart in
anticipation.  "Ready for your first time, Charlie?  Here we go."

   He let out a scream the size of a mountain, and shook that mountain with
the sound of his agony.  I swear the crackle at the end of the scream was
the bursting of his voicebox.  Of course not really, but I love to
hyperbolate, and I love the sound of a screaming newborn as I put my
prickhead into him.  His pacifier rolled down the cave floor covered in
baby drool.

   It felt like the tip of my pole was being ground up it was so tight, but
I pushed on.  I pushed and I pushed until suddenly the cap of my dick was
all the way in and the infant's scream has receded into the silence of his
unconsciousness.

   He had fainted just from the tip but I wasn't going to stop.  I pushed
with all my might against the friction of his victimized cunt and used the
slippery walls of his intestines to get a whole three inches inside.

   But I wasn't the merciful type.  I wasn't going to stop at three inches.
I pushed more.  I could feel where the road of his intestine has ended with
a sharp curve but kept pushing.  I was pulling against the back wall so
hard that the curve of his far sigmoid colon was being drawn closer and
made into a straight line to push against the mass of his further
intestines, unraveling to fit me.  I was completely rearranging his insides
just for my pleasure, making him just one long funnel for my dick to ram
into.

   I had nine inches in at this point and decided I couldn't hold back any
longer to get my bush up against the crack of his ass.  I pushed myself up
to the hilt into the sheath of his battered body, feeling the gurgling of
his stomach on the bulge of my urethral tube under the start of my far
shaft.  The immediate pressure of my entire length brought Charlie back to
the light of reality and he started screaming again.

   He was screaming but not wiggling, as if I was filling him so fully he
could barely move.  I enjoyed the absolutely incomparable sensation of
being balls deep in a newborn.  His heartbeat was fighting against mine as
they shivered up and down my cock.

   My ego couldn't resist lifting my arms out and flexing as if I was some
victor over the whole world.  I had conquered this newborn and claimed his
body as my spoil.  "That's right, Charlie, scream.  I'm in charge.  I'm
going to fuck the life out of you."

   With that I pulled every inch but the end of my head out.  He continued
to cry but with an obvious relief.  I let the drama build as tears rolled
down his scrunched face.  Then I plunged all the way back in.  He made a
gulping sound as if my cock was hammering the back of his throat and his
eyes rolled up a bit.  "You're mine, Charlie!" I pulled out again and
reinserted myself.  In and out, in and out.  I humped the shaking newborn
missionary-style with his acorn of a penis jostling back and forth with my
pumps.

   In and out, in and out.  It was the most scrumptious love canal I had
ever been in.  The vice of it was incomparable and the texture was so
smooth and irresistible.  Each pump pulled the skin of my dick far up and
down, stretching it out to make it able to squeeze in and out of the
practically microscopic rectum.

   I fucked his anus raw.  I was full-force now, all my weight beating
against his small figure and my balls slapping his perineum red.  The ring
of his entrance was wrapped around my dick, devastated and looking like it
would snap.  It was all so beautiful and erotic.

   With another thrust I savored the entirety of myself inside him.  His
innocence was gone and he wasn't even a month old yet!  And that thrust
left my head spinning as I recognized the tell-tale sign of my approaching
release.  So I started pumping longer and faster, squeezing ever atom of my
manhood inside of his boyhood.

   I felt complete inside him.  The pressure of his tightness against the
outside of my dick and the pressure of the thick gobs of seed crowding the
base, eager to let go, were battling for control.  And with the tiny
release of each pull-out I came a microsecond closer to orgasm.

   I was pounding at light speed, the sensation of the inside and the
outside blurring as all I cared about was the beautiful face of the crying
child--and cumming.

   I screamed the deepest most manly scream I could get out of myself.  In
a merciless thrust I had lifted him off the ground, dangling by my dick as
I came.  It was a burst like lightning as the straight march out of my
urethra opened up to the curved and puckered bowels inside the infant.  My
seed was pressurized and powerful and an enormous rope ripped through him
and rebounded into the next wave, splashing all throughout him.

   I continued to let out spew after spew of hot white cream, staying
firmly inside his so he would be exposed to every drop.  The individual
sperm were drilling there way through the single layer of cells making up
his rectum.  Maybe he'd grow up to be a faggot like his dad.  That made me
smile as I continued to moan with the seemingly endless little death.  I
was shooting, then I was trickling, and then just oozing as my mighty cock
rested in a deep pool of its potency.

   I let myself get soft inside him, still tightly sealed in by the
strength of his anus' grasp and the glue of my semen.  I gave a tug and it
plopped out with a slap against his taint.

   He was still crying hysterically.

   "Shut up, Charlie.  It's over." I looked down at his hole.  It remained
gaping open and was dark red as my white seed began to pour out in enormous
volume.

   I was astounded by my luck, grateful for my opportunity, and proud of
myself.

   Quickly I picked the baby up along with his diaper, leaving it off, and
fumbled for the pacifier in the dizzy high of my cum.  I dashed out of the
cave and watched for people.  No one was around this side of the rock wall
separating me from the boy's father.  I ducked into the alcove with my
things and pulled out my phone.  I set the baby down on my towel and
shushed him as he cried.  I quickly lifted his leg with one hand then
snapped plenty of pictures of his wrecked asshole.  Then I put his diaper
back on him and packed my things into my backpack, standing up with baby in
hand just as dad walked past the wall and made eye contact.

   "What..." I hurried over to him and gave him a quick little kiss on the
mouth as I shoved his baby back into his hand and the pacifier into his
middle-aged mouth.

   "He was a great fuck.  Thanks!"

   He let the pacifier drop from his mouth in disbelief as I waved and ran
off into the setting sun toward my car.  He just stood there gaping and
with his baby wailing as I drove off as fast as I could.

   My whole body was shaking in excitement.  Only after pulling onto the
freeway did I notice I was driving totally naked.  Whatever -- it had been
an amazing day.

   
THE END

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