Author: Tiny
Title: First And Final Time With Little Katie
Summery: Little Katie is born and bred to be a
sadistic nepiophile's wet dream!
Keywords: MFg,nepi,extreme pedo,nc,viol,ws,scat,implied snuff)



First and Final Time with Little Katie  

by Tiny 



It had taken a long time, a huge amount of effort, not to mention a pile 
of cash to get to this position.

The tiny toddler girl playing with a huge, white, cuddly rabbit was a 
nepiophile's wet dream. Katie's dirty blonde hair was plaited in short 
pigtails, held with pink rubber bands.  Her cute babyface had a smile 
decorated with the first few milk teeth, and her tiny sexy body was 
accentuated by the pink flannel pyjamas that were (quite deliberately) 
too small for her.  The trousers were too short, so her naked calfs as 
well as her tiny feet stuck out the bottom, and her full diaper was 
bulging and stretching the powder-pink material.  The top, white with 
pink arms, and a cute Disney princess on the front (and word "Princess" 
in pink swirly letters on the back), also too small, was riding up 
tantalisingly exposing a couple of inches of naked tummy.  Her little 
"inny" tummy button was just visible below the hem. Cute as fuck.

Her pyjamas were also (quite deliberately) unwashed.  There were yellow 
stains in several places on the white top, merging with the golden hair 
of the princess.  And a dark stain covered the whole seat of the PJ 
bottoms.  I guess that's what happens if a little toddler girl wears the 
same pair of pyjamas every day for a whole year.

Katie herself was no cleaner.  Which wasn't a surprise, because she also 
hadn't been washed in a long, long while.  That lack of washing 
assaulted the senses - not so much the eyes as the nose.  There were 
visible streaks of dried dribble around her mouth, but it was the smell 
of stale urine that provided the incontrovertible proof of her unwashed 
status.  I breathed it in greedily.

Some nepiophiles love babies and toddlers (in both senses). But my 
perverted lust was driven by no kind of love - I wanted to snatch from 
them that care-free innocence, that youth, that fountain of potential 
and hope and wonder.  I needed to own it, control it, dominate it, 
consume it.  To make me stronger. And if they wouldn't give it freely, 
then I must take it.

And that was tiny baby Katie's only purpose in life - quite literally. 
It's what she's been bred for.

It had been three years earlier when I had first met Katie's mother. 
Like most nepiophiles, I was constantly on the look out for the "right 
kind of girl". The profile was simple: a prostitute in her early 20s, 
offering to do "anything", and backing that up with an interest in "age 
play" with "no limits". Quite often a girl like that has a serious drug 
problem to feed - making them completely desperate, and completely 
willing. Equally often, they have a baby. Mmmmm.

Jade ticked all the boxes, except for the last one.  Her online advert 
sent all the right signals, so I contacted her using an untraceable 
pay-as-u-go phone and met her after midnight at her run-down apartment.  
First signs were good - she only looked about 20, but her looks were 
faded, and her sunken eyes empty. As always, I pushed her hard to see 
where her limits were - but there were none. The dirtiest toilet sex 
that has most girls on the edge of vomiting, actually made her pussy 
drip.  I couldn't shock her.

Gradually, over a few weeks, the age play got younger and younger. What 
had started as schoolgirl turned quickly into kindergarten - and then 
she was in diapers. And the conversation moved from loving toddlers to 
hurting them.  And all the while her soaking wet pussy told me she 
wasn't just going along with it for the very generous payments I was 
contributing to her drug habit.  Every mention of undoing diapers, of 
slapping, even punching, elicited a lust-filled squeal; mention of 
cigarette burns and broken bones brought to her a huge, shuddering (and 
VERY wet) climax.

She was very nearly perfect - save for one annoying detail.

Despite a busy career as a bareback whore, she'd never converted any of 
that spunk into a baby-toy. What a fucking waste.

That had to change. And my plan to change it would earn her a shed-load 
of cash - but it also came with some strict conditions.  The first bit 
was easy: no more pills, no more abortions. And I didn't give a shit 
which of her clients knocked her up - though I was determined to give 
her as much of my pedo sperm as possible to try to do the deed.  The 
second part was the crucial bit: no-one (except her druggy mates, who 
were far too out of it to matter) must know she was pregnant.  She had 
to give birth at home, and keep the baby out of sight. At first, in her 
drug-addled haze it wasn't obvious why, but even she began to catch 
on... And as the full horror of what it meant finally sunk in, I was 
shocked and delighted to see her hand thrust into her soaking knickers 
delivering a thundering orgasm in a matter of seconds. I kissed the 
mother of my child tenderly.

Nine months is a fuck of a long time to wait for a plan to come to 
fruition. A few teaspoons of thick, slimy cum from a pervert incubated 
in a crack whore to deliver a perfect baby girl. Katie. Who says two 
wrongs can't make a right!

With the money I paid her, Jade's drug addiction went up another notch 
after Katie's birth. She slept most of the day, and was out on the 
streets most of the night. Feeding and nappy-changing were tasks that 
easily got forgotten.  If "daddy" hadn't been available to baby-sit most 
evenings, its doubtful whether my sexy little princess would have 
survived this long.

Not that "looking after" her was very high on my agenda given the plan. 
It was more a case of making sure she survived until the time was right.

I'd let myself into the apartment, to be assaulted by unwashed baby 
smells, and pick my way across a minefield of stuff of every kind strewn 
across the floor to reach Katie - lying wrapped in a smelly old 
yellow-stained blanket in a drawer from an old chest that served as a 
makeshift crib.  Each night was much the same - my need for baby sex 
undiminished by its ready availability or frequency. Her face was always 
red and streaked with unanswered tears, dressed in a stained white 
all-in-one baby suit wet from her leaking diaper. I'd pick her up and 
lick the tears from her cheeks, planting gentle kisses all over her face 
but dribbling at the same time so she was covered in my saliva.  Then 
with more urgency turning to her lips, my cock raging in my pants, 
driving me on so the gentle kisses became french kisses, my tongue 
thrust into her mouth licking and tasting her.

My hands struggled to undo the poppers on her baby-suit - holding her, 
kissing her, and undressing her all at the same time was always a 
challenge I was happy to take on. So what if I dropped her? my cock 
twitched uncontrollably at the thought of her landing on the hard wooden 
floor and screaming - so I was forced to kick her into silence. But I 
never did drop her in my desperation to get into her diaper.  With the 
baby-suit off, my tongue could roam all over smooth, soft, smelly skin 
taking big licks like a dog on heat.  One hand was already down the back 
of the diaper - into the warm wetness, finger urgently searching for 
either hole.  As my nepi fingers found their treasure and started to 
work their way inside her, her tearful squeals went up a semitone and I 
thrust my tongue back inside her mouth to silence her.

Just the knowledge that I was completely free to do whatever I liked to 
her drove me wild with lust.   My cock was begging to join my finger 
inside of her, to thrust full length into her, tearing her. To lie on 
top of her and fuck her as hard as her dirty whore-mother, using her 
final twitches to wring the most powerful orgasm ever from my swollen 
balls. But it wasn't time - there was more fun to be had first.

A few weeks earlier I had learned a little trick that made me sperm my 
pants the first time it happened without even touching my erection.  My 
hand in her diaper had popped the tapes so the urine-soaked Pamper fell 
to the floor with a dull thud, revealing her red-raw baby slit to my 
greedy nepi eyes. So I ran my tongue gently along its length, enjoying 
the salty, slightly acid taste of baby girl wee wee.  It made Katie 
giggle slightly, so instead of thrusting my tongue hard into her crack 
as I usually did, I traced the tip of my tongue over the surface of her 
baby-cunt lips, hardly touching them. My ragged breaths on her pussy, 
together with the ticklish sensation of the very tip of my tongue must 
have relaxed her - because she started to piss. A tiny trickle at first, 
but growing to a fountain.  In a second, I adjusted my position and 
suctioned my mouth over her baby genitals and continued the gentle 
licking while she did her precious wee wee in my mouth.

It's hard to describe how good that felt, the taste, the smell, the 
sensation. My cock was leaking pre-cum, and if I only had a hand spare 
to grab it I would have cum in a moment. But one hand was busy with a 
finger in her tight, hot rectum and the other was taking her weight.  I 
shifted position uncomfortably trying to free my hand, when it happened 
- as the stream of piss started to lessen, I felt a warmth spreading 
round my finger. Baby Katie was shitting herself for me! Not into a cute 
Pamper, but round my index finger, into my hand. To a perverted 
nepiophile, that was too much to handle, and as the soft baby crud filled 
my sick palm and was rubbed all over her cutesy bottom, my cock exploded. 

Thick gobs of disgusting slightly yellowish sperm filled my underpants, 
and trickled ever so slowly down my inner thigh inside my jeans. And 
with the raw power of such a sudden and unexpected orgasm, I bit down on 
Katie's piss-drenched cunny and drew blood from a row of teeth-marks in 
her soft baby skin. Fuck!!

As I started to come down from the orgasmic high, I tossed the shit and 
piss covered object of my lust back into the blanket-lined drawer and 
got my slimy cock out of my pants. 
  
That piss straight after cumming always feels amazing - but doubly so if 
you use it to hose down a cute lil baby girl whose tiny peachy bottom is 
smeared with poo poo.  

As I turned her over and directed the last few spurts into her face, my 
thoughts started to turn to her second birthday just a few weeks from now.  
That would be FUN!


THE END

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