Baby Girl  (Fg,infant)

by Sweetness



It was the first time I realized the toll my childhood abuses had
taken on me.  I never dreamed I could be aroused by children, much
less infants.  I hadn't worked in the pediatric ward long before I
knew...

It was the most swollen little pussy I'd ever seen.  I'd gone to
change her diaper and immediately, her knees fell open wide.  I was
taken aback by the blood-red engorged clit and the obviously
much-violated vagina.  

"Yes, she's been abused.  Her dad's in jail, and they can't find
her mother,"  the nurse whispered over my shoulder.  The tiny girl
lay with her sex gaping, eyes closed, and I just wanted to hold her.
But I wanted to do much more, too.....

Gracie stayed in the hospital several weeks and I became attached
to her.  In her few months of life, she'd evidently not had a lot
of positive attention,  and she loved being held and cuddled.  I
went in to take care of her on my off-hours, and eventually, with
a lot of strings pulled, I gained temporary custody of her.  She
was mine, at least for now.  I couldn't wait to get her home.

We got through the front door of my home and went immediately to
the bathroom.  I'd bought everything I could've possibly needed
to take care of her, and we were going to start with a bath.  She
cooed in her carrier while I ran the water just the right
temperature in the small plastic infant tub.

Taking her diaper off for the first time alone with her was in
itself a thrill.  I couldn't wait for the bath before I had to
touch her.   I'd had to force myself to quickly clean and diaper
her at the hospital, but every time I rubbed diaper cream into her
pussy, my own would cream.  I'd throb and ache to make her feel
good.  I wanted to show her that what had obviously been done to
her violently could be done lovingly, tenderly, sweetly, just as
it had always been done to me.   I managed just to tickle her
clit just a tiny bit before washing every nook and cranny of her
with my bare, soapy hand.  I spent far-too-much time slipping my
fingers up and down her inflamed crevices, and was ready to cum 
just from touching her.  I rinsed her with the warm water, and
took a giggling, baby girl to my bed.  I placed plastic 
underneath a couple of warm fuzzy towels just in case she decided
to let go and pee.   That would be ok.   I just wanted to "love" her.

She squirmed and giggled while I ran my tongue over every part of 
her.  I kissed her and blew on her tummy, and she loved our playtime.
As I worked toward her tiny mound, her legs opened wide on their own,
and she began to make little whimpering noises.  I took a deep, shaky
breath....   My first time tasting a baby pussy was near.

I'd told myself I'd stop the second she indicated in any way that I
was hurting her or that she didn't like it.  I don't know if I 
would've, or not.  But that didn't happen.  I began by licking her as
lightly as butterfly wings, and she mewed.  I didn't want to hurt her.
I wanted to make her feel a good as I always had.  I wanted to lick 
and suck that huge clitoris until she had her first baby orgasm, 
however long that took.  

Soon, I realized why she was so red and swollen.  This child was the
sweetest delicacy on earth!  I couldn't get enough of her precious
sex juices, and she'd cry whenever I stopped!  She wanted it.  She
truly wanted it!   She'd shake eventually in some kind of finale, and
if I continued to tongue her gently, she'd fall asleep, but not until
her entire infant pussy was blood-red, and so swollen it might've 
burst.   I wanted her with me forever, and made arrangements for 
permanent custody of her.

As she grew with me, we bathed together and played together.  We 
watched cartoons with her sitting on my lap, legs outstretched to 
allow 'Mama' access to her tender baby pussy, while I diddled her
clit for hours.  I rushed home from work sometimes so anxious I'd 
have her diaper off of her before we were out of the car.  As she
got older and began to potty-train, her reward for going pee-pee
like a big girl was 'Mama' eating out her little pussy, and 
needless to say, she didn't need many more diapers.  When my 
fingers weren't playing with her pussy, hers were; we found new 
and improved ways to play with each other as she grew.  She loved
to hide things in her vagina, and I always knew where to look...

Although sometimes I had to get her wet with enough of her little 
girl cum to suck out whatever it was.


THE END