Lailita  (MF,Mg,nepi,newborn,rape,full-intercorse)

by Nate



   Nymphets--midges as far as I was concerned.  My predilection is
something more--delicate.  It's less refined, or developed?  You could say
it's less mature.  Sinful?  Of course.  But it was the fire of my loins. 
You see, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Humbert Humbert was a saint
compared to me.  Her name was Laila, pretty laetus and far more sunny that
Dolores.  Better?  Just a preference.  She was the child of my landlady
become wife.  A stepdaughter, heavy inside her mother at the time of our
meeting.

   Humbert just played with his toy's name, I actually chose mine.  Her
mother, Mrs.Late Monsignor Jean Pascal, was desperate for my opinion on
everything.  So I chose to give the girl the name of some tot I had once
shared my first intimate show-and-tell with at a summer pool in the pump
room.

   Laila Pascal, reluctantly not Laila Grey, was in her ninth natal month
and I was fucking her mother constantly.  Did I like the woman?  Of course
not, but just knowing that my cock was getting nine inches closer to little
Laila, knowing that my sperm would swim their way into her chambers even
before she was born, was invigorating.  Her mother dare not ever deny me,
jamais!

   I remember the very night that little Laila was born as the best of my
thirty-something years.  I was in the middle of funneling myself all into
her mother, the pregnant cow.  I could bottom out easily with my, I do
declare, monstrous member.  So as I went about my routine ramming and
thrusting, the tip of my dick compressing on her engorged endpiece.  I then
felt, to even my enormous surprise, a give in the blocked off channel.  Had
her cervix finally given in to my undeniable masculinity and dominance over
it, opening up to receive me and allow me to flood the developing child
with seed?

   Not quite, but nevertheless a blessing.  As I pulled my entirety out,
building the suspense of a thrust strong enough to puncture the bitch, I
saw my prick coated in a viscous film less welcoming than typical feminine
fluids.

   "Is that?" she stuttered, knowing it in her best interest not to
interrupt me.  Alas, she couldn't hold back her concern, "I think-- I think
that my water just broke." Well, it sure as hell wasn't water (women are
filthy things).

   I played the caring lover and got her up and into the car, off to the
hospital.  Never in my life had I been fond of the mature woman, but never
before had I been so grateful to see a woman stretch and loosen herself as
little Laila was coming into the world.  It was as if the Madame's twat
were saying, "Me pardon, I am so old and used, let me birth you this
fresher hole for your pleasure alone." The shrieks of a newborn delivered
into the room and placed in my eager arms confirmed the message.

   "Isn't she just beautiful," came some voice.  They cut her string,
passed her around, snapped photos and filled out papers.  Briefly the
little thing was taken from our sight for whatever procedures there are.  I
worried more than the mother even.  I had gotten so close to a sick dream,
and didn't want to risk burning up in the sun.  I needed to get home soon
and use this baby.

   But how would I get her away from her mother without arousing suspicion?
I scoffed at myself: I wouldn't have to!  Her mother was a pathetic thing I
could even manipulate into filming my crimes if I had a mind to have her.
Everything was coming together.

   More paperwork, a wheelchair and a drive later I was at home with a
ready nursery welcoming the baby.  The mother was exhausted, resting her
head in her hands and not seeming so eager to hold the child.  Fine by me.

   "Carol."

   "Yes dear?"

   "I never got to finish earlier."

   "Oh, mon amour, I am so exhausted and sore!  I'm sorry."

   "It's alright, dear.  But surly you understand, since I've begun, I must
finish now."

   "But, love..."

   "You won't have to do anything.  You can watch if you like."

   "Would you prefer that?"

   "I don't mind either way."

   "I am quite tired."

   "Sleep then, love.  I will be right back." I slithered down the hall
with my mind dripping in savage thoughts.  I returned with a prize.

   "Dear, let Laila sleep."

   "Carol..."

   "Yes?  Is she hungry?"

   "Carol, you don't have to satisfy me tonight.  But instead I will let
Laila satisfy me."

   "What!?  What are you saying!?  That's not funny, now put her back so
she can sleep!"

   "She can sleep once I have finished."

   "I don't understand!"

   "I am going to fuck Laila."

   "She's our daughter!"

   "She's your daughter."

   "She's just a baby!" Exactly.  "Please, dear.  Don't do this.  It's
insane!"

   "I've already decided."

   "You can have me!  Just leave her alone."

   "But Carol, what makes you think I would prefer you to this pretty
little virgin?" Her eyes were devastated orbs glossy with horrified tears
and shock.  My insides were laughing, slipping a grin to one side of my
face as I destroyed my wife's trust in me, self-value and last chance of
love wth one fatal swoop.  I had taken her king--I was her king.  And now
the queen would sit and watch as I deflowered her child.

   She could have called the police.  Hell, she could have fought me if she
was brave or stupid enough.  But she just lay were she was on the bed and
stared in horrid awe at me holding her newborn child hostage.

   I didn't want to waste any time.  The longer she had before things
escalated the greater the chance she would evolve into a decent human being
who would try and stop her daughter from being raped.  So I immediately
tore the swaddle from the newborn girl and she cried in protest.

   "No!"

   I already had one hand on my zipper and one on my button.  My pants
shimmied down with my hands and then I heaved at the underwear until my
wife was faced with the familiar sight of my raging erection, a massive,
savage rod, red with lust and throbbing with sordid plans.

   "You recognize this cock, Laila?  I poked at your little home with this
thing all the time when you were in your mommy.  And now I'm going to poke
at you with it."

   "Please stop, dear." Shut up, Carol.  I was so stimulated by the
sinfulness.

   "Are you hungry, Laila?  I have a bottle of milk for you." The infant
was laying naked on the bed, parallel to her mother who lay motionless,
turned toward the unsightly site.  I was on my knees on the bed, looming
over both of them with the most of my six feet high.  I edged over the
infant, the bushy hair of my perineum and ass crack eclipsing the boxy room
from the shut eyes of the newborn.  She was still crying from her exposure.

   My knees bent further now so that I was falling down and back, the
muscles of my abdomen bulging and the head of my cock aiming toward the
gaping mouth.  It was a wavy shape with the echo of her cries through a
toothless chasm.  A babies mouth: the perfect shape and texture for a man,
open and waiting for my member.

   I plunged in as far as I could, bucked back by the taut contractions of
her throat.  She gagged and cried and rang in a duet with her mother who
was now also crying.  It was only about two inches in but it still felt
like two inches of heaven.  A life unlived, free of scars from braces or
teeth for biting or the growth of rougher textures: it was just a collage
of soft, wet pleasures.  She was now gasping like a fish, opened and closed
around the vast girth of my prick.  Her tongue writhed along the underside
of my tip, stimulating me in a way entirely new.

   I moaned loud and shamelessly, overcoming the sound of the cries from my
victim and witness.  I knew that even if science became able to recreate
this feeling in complete perfection, it would never return to the bliss of
knowing that an actual infant was providing the sensation--against her
will.

   With my head thrown back I now began to let my hips succumb to the
natural rhythm of the mood, moving to and fro by whim and need.  The
ceiling fan my eyes had fallen to spun in a dizzy high.

   "Please stop!  She can barely breathe!"

   "Play with yourself."

   "What?"

   "I said play with yourself!  Finger your pussy and watch me fuck your
daughter."

   "Why are you doing this?  I thought you loved me..."

   "Do what I say or I'll be less gentle with your little girl!"

   Carol was sniveling through a stuffed nose and burry eyes, running with
tears and shaking with fear as she let her hand fall down under her
nightgown, yanking it up to her groin.  She let her hand lay still there as
she wept.

   "I said play with yourself!" More shivering and crying, and finally she
began to roll her index finger back and forth over her cunt.  "That's it.
Watch me fuck your daughter and touch yourself."

   I pulled out of Laila with a pop, a gag, a gasp and louder screaming
from the baby.  Not giving her any time to recover herself and feel her
surroundings, I took the infant in both my arms and pulled her small body
up onto my pillow.  Her legs waved up and down in front of my cock, pulsing
with the shimmering glaze of her saliva.

   I grabbed each leg, one in each hand and held them still as she bucked
her knees against me.  It was futile, she was barely a bag of flower
compared to all my strength and manliness.

   No time like the present.  I pulled the legs apart and exposed the
smallest pussy I had ever seen.  It was like looking at one from a
distance, or shrunk on a computer screen.  Could it really be that small?
Could it really look so perfect, symmetrical, clean and untouched?  Yes. 
And it was all for me.  "Oh Laila, you're a pretty gal, aren't you?"
Carol's weeping had become hiccups of gasps as she tried for air through
her snot and tears.

   My weapon pointed straight to the entrance.  It looked more like a
pinhead than an entrance, but I knew I would manage.  So I set my tip
against it, completely covering her pubic area.  She fussed and wiggled
while I held her like the fuck doll that she was.

   "She's too small!"

   "Shut up and keep touching yourself!"

   Ready.  Aim.  Fire.  Damn, it was so tiny.  My pushing was just yanking
her from my hands and higher up onto the pillow.  How could I get into this
hole?  With passion and effort.  I set my hands atop her shoulders now that
I was well established at the point of entry.  Then I shoved myself
forward, holding her in place with my hands and building the pressure up
and up.

   Her stomach was contracting, her shoulders were leaning up and her
screaming was building up.  Little baby veins were bulging through her red
forehead and she scrunched her eyes so tight the wrinkles were meeting
those around her mouth and cheeks.  I kept pushing, slippery with her spit
on my dick.

   It was quick and unexpected when my body was heaved forward three
inches, suddenly submerged into the hole, complete in the task.  She was
shrieking with pain and horror and I was practically shouting with glee--my
moan was so loud and guttural.

   "No!" her mother shouted.  Yet she just lay there, her hand on her cunt,
not stopping me, not calling the cops.  She was such an easy woman to
manipulate.  I had been so lucky.

   Now that I was in all I had to do was keep leaning in to get deeper.  I
didn't know where the end was, where her uterus topped off or where the
point of tearing and ruining her insides would be.  I didn't really care in
the moment.

   I'm happy to say nothing was fatal or too endangering, so I still fuck a
living and healthy Laila today.  But I didn't know that at the time.  I
still fucked though, indifferent, lost in my male desire.  My urge was my
imperative and nothing mattered by my penis right then.

   I kept pushing until I was to the hilt.  My wiry pubes were brushing up
against her soft infant skin and agitating her even through her devastation
and unimaginable pain.  I chuckled aloud as I looked down to see her tiny
body impaled on my enormous pole.

   "It's all in, Carol.  Look, she's still alive." She just wept over on
her side of the bed.

   Now came the fun part.  I was ready to thrust!  All the way out: my dick
was like an endless rope pouring from her minuscule twat.  It seemed like
the length of her entire body came out as my prick, and then plunged back
in like an oil drill into the earth.  She screamed a new frequency of pain.


   Damn, did it feel good!  I took the newborn in my arms now and shoved
her so far onto my dick that my pubic mound was compressing and her stomach
was folding up.  The space between us was non-existent.  Laila took every
bit of me.

   I pulled myself out again, and plowed in again too.  What could she do?
She was helpless, tiny, unaware of why this thing was happening to her.  It
was happening because I wanted it to.  I had absolute control over her
life. And I was fucking it.

   I continued to ram her as forcefully and true as I would have done any
grown woman.  I was making a woman of her.  She would have to learn to
accommodate me regularly.  This was going to be the first of many regular
fucks.  Her mother would eventually grow numb to the thing and not even
bother to resist it.  Laila could let it come out in an emotional college
suicide for all I cared.

   So I fucked her hard and fast.  And each thrust felt tighter than the
last, her body constricting, trying to force me out, only inspiring me to
go harder.  The pressure of her body was spreading from my head down the
shaft to the base and shaking in my very bones.  It left my balls heaving
in contractions as they built up sperm and transported them to the ready
position for firing.  I was approaching the climax of my rape.

   "You ready for step-daddy's first load, Laila?" Carol shut her teary
eyes, disgusted but relieved the end was near.  I snickered inside and made
brief eye contact before I got lost in the irreplaceable joy of the male
orgasm.

   There's nothing like it--firing into a newborn.  The semen builds up at
the base of the cock, forced to come out through a tighter tunnel, pressed
on by the force of the infant pussy.  It's instant relief and a sudden out
of body moment.  My cum jet through my cock and exploded from the tip with
enough pressure to rip through paper.  It smashed into the back of her
womb, knocking against it like a vicious visitor.

   One burst.  Then a second just as strong, even thicker and greater in
volume, fearless to enter the scene behind the first troops.  Then a third
rope shot out of me, streaming down and cascading along her insides. 
Strings of fourth and fifth squirts rained down and pooled at the base of
her womb, corked by my great girth.  My body was twitching with my
heartbeat and the milking of the last dregs of my jizz.

   When I popped myself out everything came gushing, including massive
tears--probably the last of the newborn's hydration.  I was proud of my
accomplishment, but also tired and done bothering with either of the women.
So I picked Laila up and shoved her to her mother, who cooed her and cried
with her.  Eventually she got Laila to breast feed and fall into a pathetic
sleep.

   Carol was horrified when I took Laila back.  But all I did was put her
back in her crib.  I crawled back into bed with the wife who thought she
had known me, and now truly did.  She stared up at the ceiling with
helplessness on her face.  I leaned back, closed my eyes, and slept like a
log.

   
THE END
   
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