Three Men And A Baby  (M+g,extreme pedo,nepi,toddler,panties,inc,ws)

by Maxamm



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.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, 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.


THE END

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