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 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.

   The three men had not even left the kitchen, before Tony suggested an
alternative method of washing the cum from the cream splattered infant.

   "Why don't we give her a shower instead?"

   Carl shrugged.  "Shower, bath - what's the difference?"

   Somewhat awkwardly, his friend cleared his throat.  "I didn't mean that
kind of shower.  What I have in mind is a golden shower."

   "You want to piss on the baby?"

   "Don't tell me the little slut's never pissed on you," Tony retorted.

   "Yes, but she's only a baby," Carl reminded him.  "That's what babies
do."

   "Some adults do it too," Don interjected.  "Piss on their kids, I mean.
It doesn't hurt.  They even like it, babies especially."

   "So you're an expert on babies now?" Carl smirked.  "Do you actually
know someone who's jerked off over a little child, then washed his cum off
with piss?"

   "You're looking at one," Tony said.  "I've given all three of my little
girls golden showers and haven't had any complaints.  Little Stacy actually
loves it when I piss all over her.  Babies don't mind warm water, so why
should Corrie mind fresh piss.  We'll bathe her properly afterwards."

   "Now that is just plain perverted," Carl replied.

   "No more perverted than taking out our cocks and jerking off over a nine
month old baby," Don argued.

   Carl didn't want to admit that he actually liked the idea.  On several
occasions, he had watched his baby pee and had found it more than a little
arousing.  But he had already gone much further than he would ever have
thought possible.  What his friends were suggesting seemed closer to abuse
than harmless kinky fun.  Then again, a little piss couldn't hurt Corrie
and it wasn't as if she was going to tell anybody.

   "Better get her to the bathroom then," he decided.

   "I have a better idea," said Tony.  "You got a plastic tub?"

   A few minutes later, baby Corrie was sitting in a small, clear plastic
tub, in the center of the kitchen floor.

   "So, who goes first?" asked Carl.

   "Let's decide with another hand of cards," said Tony.

   "Just hurry up," Don groaned.  "I'm fucking bursting!"

   The three men swigged more beer as the cards were dealt, but they did
not bother to sit down.  With a full house, Don won the right to empty his
aching bladder first.

   Standing over the tub, cock gripped in his right fist, Don began to
piss. The golden arc burst over the head of the gurgling baby.  Hot piss
streamed down her face and splashed all over her tiny naked body.  Carl
took a sharp intake of breath.  This was the sleaziest, most debased act
imaginable.  It was also one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen.

   By the time Don's bladder was empty, the baby was thoroughly drenched
and sitting in an amber puddle.  The big man shook his stiffening cock over
Corrie's face, then stepped back.

   Carl and Tony took position at opposite sides of the tub, cocks held in
readiness.  Carl had never been comfortable about being naked with other
men, but he and his friends had become partners in something they would
never share with anybody else.  In this situation, their "normal"
inhibitions belonged to another world.

   The two men pissed together, showering the baby in a hot, golden deluge
that washed the remaining semen from her tiny body.  She splashed in the
growing puddle around her lower body, a small smile on her chubby face.

   When the double shower was finished, the baby was pussy deep in warm
piss.  Don was fisting his fresh erection and his friends were also
becoming hard again.

   Tony glanced at the clock.  "Susan won't be home for at least another
three hours.  We could get back to our game, or.............."

   Carl grinned.  "I know what you're thinking, buddy.  It would be a shame
to put Corrie to bed just yet."

   "Such a beautiful, sexy, slut baby!" Don grunted.  "She deserves every
drop of cum we can give her."

   "Yeah, we should give her a real baptism of hot cream tonight," said
Tony.  "Get her used to swallowing cum."

   Carl smiled.  "That gives me an idea."

   He emptied the milk from the baby's bottle, rinsed it clean, then pushed
the head of his cock through the broad neck and began to masturbate.

   "Damn, you kinky bastard!" Don laughed, pumping his cock close to the
baby's face.

   The three men masturbated into the baby's bottle, filling it with
several ounces of thick, creamy semen.  Carl fitted a rubber teat to the
neck, shook the bottle, then crouched down to feed his daughter.

   Corrie took the nipple between her toothless gums and began sucking
hungrily.  Carl was worried she might not like the taste of cum, or that it
might make her sick, but he need not have worried.  The baby gulped down
the cream of her daddy and his friends just like it was her mother's milk.

   "Wish she was sucking that straight from my cock," Carl murmured.

   "Yeah, me too," added Tony.

   The tiny girl sucked most of the semen from her bottle.  Tony then
squirted the remainder of the mess over her face and lips.

   The pedophile trio admired the naked infant as she sat in a tub of piss,
with their cum streaming down her chin.  Before this night was over, they
intended to shower her in plenty more of both.

   "Welcome to the club, buddy," Tony grinned, raising his beer can in a
toast.

   "I never thought I'd do this," Carl said, unable to take his eyes off
his daughter.

   "Me neither," Tony replied.  "That was until Stacy was born.  She was
all of nine days old when I gave her her first cum shower.  Now I've got
three little cum sluts."

   "Do you ever feel guilty about using your kids like that?" asked Carl.

   "I used to, in the beginning," his friend admitted.  "But not anymore. I
don't do anything to hurt them and I know they like it.  When Stacy's older
- maybe seven or eight - I'm going to have sex with her."

   "Think you can wait three more years?" asked Don.  "If I had a daughter,
I think I'd be poking her as soon as she was out of diapers.  Maybe even
before that."

   "I'm not sure I'd want to do that with Corrie," Carl mused.  "Even when
she was old enough."

   "But what if she wanted you to?" Tony demanded.  "And she probably will.
Maybe when she's six, maybe when she's ten, maybe not until she's got hair
on that sexy pussy.  She'll have grown up sucking on her daddy's cock,
eating his cum and playing all kinds of games with him.  It's only natural
she'll expect you to eventually fuck her."

   "Look at her, sucking your cum off her fingers," said Don.  "Only nine
months old and already loving it.  Bet you fifty dollars you'll be fucking
her before her sixth birthday."

   "Have you ever fucked a girl that young?" asked Carl.

   The big man grinned.  "Can you keep a secret?"

   Carl laughed.  "After what we've just done, I hope we can all keep a
secret."

   "Well, you know how I like to visit my cousin down in Mexico," said Don.
"He's into little girls too and knows where to find plenty of action.  Last
time I was there, I fucked a three year old."

   "Jesus!" Carl exhaled.  "How could you get your dick in a girl that
small?"

   "She could only take the head in her little pussy," his friend replied.
"Even that hurt her, but man did I enjoy it!  She was so fucking tight, you
wouldn't believe it.  Sometimes I seriously consider moving there, just so
I could have my very own toddler in my bed every night.  Pedophile heaven."

   "Pedophile," Carl repeated, shifting uncomfortably.  "Just saying it
makes me feel like I belong in jail."

   "You do belong in jail," said Don.  "All three of us do.  We're
pedophiles.  You might not like the word, but that's what we are."

   "Sure are," added Tony.  "So let's drink to it and enjoy it."

   Carl found himself staring at his cum splattered baby daughter again. 
He knew that what his friends were saying was true.  He was a pedophile and
this innocent child was destined to grow up as his sex toy.  What had
happened tonight was not a moment of madness, or a one-time aberration.  It
was an expression of feelings he had been fighting to contain below the
surface.  In one short night, he had crossed a line that could not be
crossed back.

   He took a deep swig of beer.  "Can you imagine if Susan ever found out
about this?"

   "Don't even think about it," said Tony.  "This stuff is between dad and
daughter.  It's way more intimate than anything you could ever share with
your wife.  That makes it kinda special, don't you think?"

   "I sure never thought about it that way," Carl admitted.  "I'm looking
at my baby girl, covered in piss and cum.  So small and helpless.  I
shouldn't be enjoying any of this, but truth be told, I've never seen
anything so sexy.  Level with me, guys.  Are we sick."

   Don laughed and patted his friend's shoulder.  "No, buddy.  We're not
sick.  We're just misunderstood.  We can't help getting a hard-on for kids.
That's just the way we are.  You can't change that, any more than you can
change your blood group.  You just have to get rid of all that shit in your
head telling you it's wrong or evil.  Do you love Corrie any less than you
did before all this happened?"

   "I love my little girl as much as ever," Carl answered.

   "And she'll always love you," said Tony.  "When she's older, she'll
understand the special relationship she has with her daddy.  Believe me,
there's nothing in the world like that.  Remember how you felt about Susan
the first time you made love to her, multiply that by a thousand, and
you're not even close to what you're going to feel for your daughter. 
Tonight was a special night for you both, buddy."

   Carl considered for a minute, then snorted with laughter.  "Jesus
Christ, you guys should be on Oprah!  Let's drink our beer and play some
fucking poker.  You want to piss or jerk off - there's the baby."

   All three men were secretly relieved that the soul searching was over.
They could spend all night justifying their actions and seeking a deeper
meaning for their desires, but nothing could change the fact that they just
wanted to cum and piss over a naked baby girl.

   They resumed their poker game, though their attention was never far from
their tiny cum slut.  None of the men had bothered to zip up his pants.  It
was like little Corrie was just sitting and waiting.

   A couple of beers later, Don stood up, his cock once again ramrod stiff.
Pushing his chair back, he began to piss from where he stood.  His amber
stream hit the light blonde hairs on the top of Corrie's head and gushed
down over her face.  When she looked up, with her mouth open, he aimed a
short burst directly down her throat.

   "How do you feel about your daughter giving me a blowjob?" he asked,
squirting the last of his piss into the tub.

   "Go ahead," Carl told him.  "Just be careful."

   Don was well accustomed to handling little girls, probably even more so
than his married counterparts.

   He lifted Corrie out of the tub.  Piss dripped from the baby.  Sitting
back, he held her up by the waist, so that her mouth was touching his cock
head.

   "Better hope she doesn't get sick," warned Carl.

   "That's a risk worth taking," Don replied.

   Gently cradling the baby's head with one hand, he eased the head of his
cock into her mouth.  Naturally, his friends were no longer interested in
their poker game.  Baby pussy was on the menu now and they were both
hungry.

   Corrie sucked instinctively, her gums clamped around the head of Don's
boner.  Knowing the baby could take no more, he did not push any further.

   Carl wiped the tiny child with a wad of tissue, then spread her legs
with both hands.

   "Look at that pussy, Tony," he grinned.  "Have you ever seen anything so
sexy?"

   "It's a beauty," his friend replied.  "So why the fuck are you just
looking at it?"

   Carl looked for about another three seconds, then dived between his
daughter's legs.  He kissed Corrie's pussy like he had never kissed it
before, then pushed the tip of his tongue between her puffy little lower
lips.

   His tongue was about ten seconds inside the baby, when she began to
piss. Carl opened his mouth to receive the flow, gulping down the urine of
his infant daughter as if it was beer.  A little escaped down his chin, but
most of the sweet flow was swallowed.  He had never drunk his baby's piss
before, but he knew this would not be the last time.

   "Man, what a grip!" Don cried.

   The infant was chomping his cock with her gums and sucking like it was
her mother's nipple.

   Carl spent five minutes licking his daughter's pussy and asshole, then
stood up and pressed the purple head of his throbbing boner against her
tiny slit.  It looked like he was about to fuck her, but he wasn't that
stupid or sadistic.  Instead, he began masturbating, rubbing his cock head
over Corrie's pussy slit and rear hole.

   He knew it wasn't going to take him long to cum, but Don got there
first.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck!" he groaned, his big, thick cock spewing
semen into the baby's mouth and over her face and head.

   The big man was wiping his cock on her lips, when Carl climaxed,
scudding her ass, legs and pussy with his hot, creamy load.

   As soon as they had placed the infant back in the tub, Carl urinated
over her again.  Then, Tony knelt down and began jerking off, rubbing his
cock over her lips and face.

   "That baby girl of yours is one helluva cocksucker," said Don, sitting
back with another beer.  "You're a very lucky man."

   "Sure am," Carl agreed.  "A very lucky pedophile dad."

   When Tony climaxed, his wads of cum joined Don's semen on little
Corrie's face.  The whole mess was washed off in the long deluge of piss
that followed.

   The baby remained in the transparent tub for another hour, giving her
father and his friends time to cum and piss over her once again.  Shortly
afterwards, she started to cry.  It was time to return her to her bed.  But
first, she needed a bath.

   "I think she's had enough games for one night," Carl smiled.

   There was no need to ask Don and Tony if they would like to help him
with bathing their baby fuck toy.

   Since the first night he and his friends had molested Corrie, Carl's
whole attitude to child abuse and pedophilia had been turned upside down.
He no longer considered himself sick or even a little strange.  What he and
his friends were doing was as natural as having sex with their wives or
girlfriends.

   The poker games at Carl's place had become a twice weekly affair.  Not
that the three men played much cards.  Once Carl's wife was safely out of
the house, his now ten month old daughter became the center of their games.
Corrie was taken from her bed and stripped for her baby sex sessions.  She
was an excellent cocksucker and seemed to like the taste of cum.  She was
also becoming accustomed to the taste of piss.  The men usually gave her a
few mouthfuls, when they were urinating over her and the infant slut
swallowed without ever getting sick.

   "Ever thought about fucking her?" Don asked as he and Carl watched Tony
jerk off over the face of the naked child.

   Corrie was sitting in the tub they always used for their games.  An inch
deep puddle of piss swirled around the bottom and the baby girl's body was
splattered in cum.  The "poker" game was already two hours old and her
father and his two friends had been emptying their balls like they had just
been released from prison.

   "I think about it all the time," Carl replied, breaking open another
beer.  "If I thought the little bitch could take it, I'd fuck her in the
ass right now."

   Don grinned.  "No more hang-ups about being a pedophile, then?"

   "Fuck that shit," Carl replied.  "As soon as I think she's old enough,
she's getting fucked.  If I have my way, I'll be sticking my cock up her
ass before she's three years old."

   Though he had swallowed a few beers, the child's father was not drunk.
Carl knew exactly what he was saying and he meant it.  He had climbed
aboard the child molesting roller coaster and now he was going to ride it
for all it was worth.  If that hurt Corrie, then that was just too bad. 
She was his daughter and he was just exercising his rights as a pedophile
parent.

   "Little cunt!" Tony grunted, fisting his fat boner inches from the
infant's face.  "Suck my cum, you little fucking slut!"

   Corrie gurgled as his wad splattered over her face and into her open
mouth.  Carl was glad he didn't get any in her eyes.  That stuff stung like
hell and it would take ages to stop her crying.

   As the last of his load spurted from his cock slit, Tony began to piss.
The steaming amber fluid splashed over Corrie's head and stung her eyes. 
Predictably, she started to cry.

   "Best stick something in her mouth," he quipped, shaking his cock over
her cum drenched face.

   Carl leaned over, picked up the soother that lay in the puddle of piss
and cum between the tiny child's legs and stuck it between her lips.  She
could suck on it until another hard cock became available.

   "You know, we could fuck her," Don said, as the three naked men sat
around the table.

   "No fucking way," Carl snapped.  "I'm living dangerously as it is. 
Susan almost caught me rubbing my cock over the little slut's face last
night.  I don't want to try explaining a ruptured ten month old asshole."

   "I'm not saying any of us should stick his cock up her ass," the big man
protested.  "Not until she's at least two anyway.  But I bet that little
hole could take a finger, as long as we used plenty of Vaseline."

   "You think so?" Carl asked, feeling his cock swell again.

   "I know so," his friend replied.

   "You've stuck your fingers up a baby's ass?" Tony demanded.

   "No, but I've seen pictures of it," Don answered.  "A guy I was chatting
with on the Net sent me a picture of his six month old daughter with his
finger in her ass.  He said he started poking her butthole when she was
three months old."

   "I guess we could try it," Carl mused.  "It would be the next best thing
to fucking her.  I'll go get some Vaseline."

   "You hear that, honey?" Don said softly, kneeling beside the baby bath.
"Your daddy and his buddies are going to have some fun with your little
baby asshole.  You're such a cute, dirty little fuckslut, sitting there in
your bath of piss and cum.  Damn, I love being a child molester!"

   Tony laughed.  "Me too.  This little cunt sure is more fun than playing
poker."

   "A lot cheaper too," Don added.  "You thought any more about that other
thing we discussed?"

   "Yeah, I've thought about it," Tony answered.  "If this little cunt is
old enough to get fucked when she's two, then Belinda is old enough
already. We just need to find the right time and get her alone for a few
hours."

   "What about Carl?  Do we let him in on it?"

   "Let me in on what?"

   Their friend had returned, carrying a big pink bath towel and a jar of
Vaseline.

   "You know Belinda - my two year old daughter?" Tony responded.

   Carl nodded.  "Yeah.  What about her?"

   "I've decided I'm going to fuck her.  I just haven't worked out how or
when yet.  You want in on a spot of toddler rape?"

   "Bet your fucking ass I want in," Carl answered.  "Share and share
alike. But why Belinda?  You have two older girls that are even more ready
to be fucked."

   "Two older girls that can tell mommy what daddy did to them," Tony said.
"Anyway, I've lately developed a preference for baby cunts.  Or should I
say baby assholes?  I've got it all worked out.  First chance I get, I'm
bringing Belinda around to Don's place.  We give her some painkillers, then
we have a gang bang in her baby asshole."

   "Sounds good to me," Carl smiled.  "You'd just better make sure I'm
there.  Otherwise, neither of you gets to play with my little slut ever
again."

   "That's fair," Tony agreed.

   "Speaking of your little slut," Don said, rubbing a fingertip over baby
Corrie's cum and piss drenched pussy.  "Are we gonna party with her or
what? Susan will be home in a few more hours."

   Carl lifted his daughter from the bath, dried the semen and urine from
her tiny body with the bath towel, then sat down and laid her across his
lap, so that her little ass was perfectly positioned.  He scooped a wad of
Vaseline from the jar, smeared some over her tiny, pink rear hole, then
pushed his fingertip up inside her.  The baby whimpered and wriggled as she
sucked on her soother, but he was glad she didn't start crying again.  If
she didn't cry, that could only mean he wasn't hurting her very much.



   He allowed her to become accustomed to the feel of his finger inside
her, before pushing deeper.  The infant's hot asshole was so incredibly
tight, he could imagine how it would feel around his cock.  Had he been a
less considerate father, he would probably rape her ass right now, instead
of waiting until she reached the ripe old age of two.

   Corrie didn't start to cry, even when his middle finger was knuckle deep
in her poop hole.  Carl started to imagine she was enjoying it.  After all,
how could anybody say for certain that a very young baby could not
experience sexual pleasure?  The "experts" had a ready market for their
propaganda, but nobody knew more about kids than the pedophiles who had sex
with them.

   "You love your daddy's finger up your ass, you little slut!" Don
grinned, fisting his throbbing hard-on.  "Just wait 'til you're two.  Then
you'll know what it's like to be fucked for real.  How tight is she,
buddy?"

   "Tight like you wouldn't believe," Carl responded.  "You know, I really
think she likes this."

   "Let's see how she likes this," Tony grinned, snatching the soother from
between the baby's lips and replacing it with the fat purple dome of his
foaming cock.

   Though her mouth was stretched, Corrie resumed her sucking almost
immediately.  In the space of six weeks, the baby slut had sucked more cock
than some adult sluts did in an entire year.  In fact, she sucked cock as
naturally as she sucked her mother's teat and swallowed cum like it was her
milk.

   "Let me try that little asshole," Don pleaded.

   He wanted to rub his cock over Corrie's pussy, while he was fucking her
ass with his finger, but her daddy's cock was already massaging that tiny
slit.  Carl had already decided that she wouldn't be fucked in that hole
until she was at least five years old.  Like his friends, he found her
butthole far more appetizing.

   For the next hour, the three men took turns ramming their fingers up
Corrie's greased asshole, while the ten month old girl squirmed on her
father's lap.  She didn't start to cry and she didn't have the opportunity
to make much noise, as her mouth was always wrapped around a hard cock,
while a finger stabbed her asshole.  Eventually, all three child molesters
were so excited, they were ready to explode.  The next step in the sexual
abuse of the tiny girl was Don's idea.

   "I want to cum in her asshole.  I know I can't fuck her, but I can still
do it."

   "How?" Carl demanded.

   "Open her legs," his friend replied.  "Nice and wide.  Now, watch this."

   Using the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, the big man spread the
baby's buttocks, opening her rear hole as wide as possible.  The pink rim
was slick with Vaseline and her asshole was stretched to the diameter of
his finger.  Gripping his hard-on in his right fist, he guided it to her
entrance, then began to masturbate, rubbing his cock head over her ass bud.

   "You'd better not get any of that stuff on me when you cum," Carl
growled.

   "Don't worry, buddy," Don replied.  "It's all going inside your little
girl."

   It took him about two minutes to reach climax.  Pressing the slit of his
cock to Corrie's stretched baby asshole, he spat his full load inside her.
Had he not cum three times already, he would probably have shot more than
she could take.

   His friends liked this "almost baby-fucking" idea so much that they
followed Don's example.  After Tony had squirted his cum into the baby,
Carl handed her to him to hold, then pushed his cock against her dripping
orifice and came as close to ass-fucking her as he would dare for at least
another year.

   Their playtime finished for another night, Carl carried his daughter
upstairs, bathed her and returned her to bed, while his friends cleaned up
the remaining evidence of their activities.  Carl kissed the baby
goodnight, then rubbed his cock over her lips, before sticking the soother
between her gums.

   "Thank god you can't talk," he sighed.

   Fully dressed again, the three men broke open fresh beers and took their
places at the kitchen table.  But the deck of cards remained untouched. 
Their passion for poker had died the first night they had discovered a
mutual interest in baby sex.

   "Damn, that was fun!" Don laughed.  "I wish we could do it every night.
I'm never again touching a girl over three."

   "Jessica and Lisa won't be pleased to hear that," Tony quipped.  "They
really like the way you touch them."

   "How often do I get the chance to touch them?" his friend grumbled. 
"Mary is always home, playing mommy.  If the bitch went and got a job, I
could get some time alone with my nieces.  Pretty soon, I won't want to
molest them anymore, because they'll be too old."

   "Belinda isn't too old," Tony reminded him.  "And you can bet your ass
we'll be molesting her in an anal sex way very soon.  Provided I can get
Mary out of the way."

   "You don't need to get her out of the way," Carl said.  "All you need is
to make sure she doesn't interrupt us, when we're doing our evil thing with
Belinda.  There's a drug you can slip in her coffee that will put her out
cold for up to eight hours.  It's available in any drugstore and there are
no dangerous side effects."

   "What about Jessica and Lisa?" Tony demanded.  "I'm not drugging my
kids."

   "They go to bed about nine o'clock," Carl continued.  "You tuck them in,
eat their pussies, do whatever you do and they go to sleep.  When they're
safely in bed and Mary is sleeping like she's in a coma, you pick Belinda
up, put her in the car and bring her around to Don's place.  We have our
fun with her, then you take her back home and she's safe in her own bed
before Mary wakes up.  No reason to suspect a thing."

   "It's a nice idea," Don murmured.

   Tony thought it over for a moment, then grinned.  "Yes, I like it. 
Looks like my baby isn't going to be a virgin for much longer."