Two At Once (MF,Mg,nepi,newborn,infant,full intercourse,rape,snuff)

by Nate

   
STORY INTRO: Dr. York has delivered hundreds of babies, and always
             dreamed of having a way with one of them.  Now is his 
             chance.



   Years and years I'd waited, slipping through busy hospital halls and
smiling to all the idiots.  I was a favorite for the nurses and always
popular among my colleagues.  Dr. York has everything figured out, with his
trim blonde hair and his vampiric, orgasmic smile.  That's me, everybody's
favorite guy.  It'd been that way since grade school, up through medical
school, and even now among all the fat pregnant bitches who requested me by
name.

   I'm Nathaniel York, OBGYN and Suma cum Laude from Cornel.  I have a
secret though - a very, very big secret.  It had festered on my shoulder
through the days and months and decades.  It had whispered in my ear every
time I picked a fresh-born child up from the ruined womb and gazed down at
its vulnerable innocence, its frail, exposed nudity.  Was I one of those
people who secretly killed babies, a regular Genene Jones?  No. I'm more
depraved than that, and there's no way Forensic Files could stomach an
episode about me.

   You see, I have a routine.  Every time I go to deliver a baby everything
has to go just smoothly so that this routine can be kept.  First, the
equipment, the fat nurses and the screeching mother.  Then comes the
delivery, the umbilical cord, the gender and pulse and mild paperwork and
mom and dad want to hold the bloody thing and I slip out because another
baby is on the way.  But I didn't see anything about another baby.  Well,
Nurse Smith, the woman just came in.  Shut up and let me slip out, you cow.
And she relents, and I sneak into a sanitizer closet.  I close my eyes,
remember the fresh package I had just held in my arms, crying and
defenseless.  Then I slip my loose doctor pants down and jerk off, cumming
right into the sanitizer bucket.

   Yup, I'm a filthy fucking pedophile.  And no one has any idea.  I've
been one as long as I can remember.  It was my first memory.  Mommy was
pregnant with sister and looked like a blimp as she tried to graze through
the living room, eclipsing the television.  I made to protest, and she
anticipated it, but I cut myself short in awe.  I beamed at her bloated
belly and came to realize: hey, there's a baby in there.  And my five year
old cocklette wiggled in confusion.  A baby, and I'd be the big brother:
I'd hold her and feed her and play with her and rock her back and forth in
my lap.  My tiny dick was bouncing at the thought.  And since that moment
I'd always had a great respect for pregnancy and children.  So it's no
surprise that I became an OBGYN.  Some men may wonder about my career
choice.  Was I just in it to see the pussies?  Was I some kind of feminist
doing my part for the roaring woman?  None of the above, but no one knew.

   Today was different though.  As I said: years and years I'd waiting,
slipping through busy hospital halls and smiling to all the idiots.  And
today was going to be different.

   "Dr.  York, thank you so much for this.  I don't know how to repay you."

   "No need to thank me, Jess.  I'm glad you came to me.  Now, just relax."
An act of charity?  Not at all.  There's no such thing as a free lunch, or
a free lunchtime delivery (the natal kind, not the wonton soup kind--well,
both).

   Seventeen year old single mother Jessica Tucker was the sister of a
family friend, and I was the only one in the whole lot of our extended
relations who knew that she wasn't in Argentina building houses.  For a
good five months when she could no longer hide her bulge Jessica had been
keeping herself hidden, her fastidious Catholic family ignorant to her
third pregnancy, the first she had decided to keep.  I'd keep her secret.
And now we were set up in my guest room with all the supplies for a perfect
at-home delivery.  The clock said noon, and Jessica was hours and hours
away from being ready.  But I was sick of waiting.

   "Here's something to calm you down."

   "I hate needles."

   "Trust me, this needle is a butterfly kiss compared to labor without
it." She closed her eyes and let me prick her.  It had been that easy.  She
was so trusting and easy.  And no one knew where she was--thousands of
miles away for all they knew.

   "So, am I supposed to name her before I give her away?  Or do they do
that?"

   "That's up to you, Jess."

   "It seems kind of selfish to name her.  But it also doesn't seem fair to
leave her without a name for who-knows how long."

   "How do you feel?" I was growing impatient playing friends.

   "Kind of nauseous.  Is that normal?"

   "Very."

   "Can I have some water?"

   "We have to wait a bit, for the medicine to circulate." It would have
worked all the same, I was just screwing with her.  She trusted everything
I said, so oblivious to the danger that loomed over her far larger than my
shadow, dancing in the lines of her used-up teen face.

   "I feel really, rea... sick..."

   "Perfect."

   "No, th... is bad... Ow!  Ahhhh!  Owww what--"

   "It's okay, don't panic.  This is labor.  It's okay, you can do this."

   "Bu--".  I had shot her up with the perfect chemical mix to induce
labor. I could see her round belly convulsing as she tried to bend at the
middle, blocked by the dawn of her gargantuan gut.  She was making all
kinds of animal sounds and pained cries.  It was sad, but just what I had
been waiting for.

   Her eyes practically burst from her head when she noticed me undoing the
draw-string of my blue scrubs.  "What are y--?".

   "Shhh, don't talk.  Just focus.  You can do this." I was surprised she
hadn't noticed the enormous erection that had been poking at the thin
fabric for the growing minutes.  But with my pants finally yanked around my
ankles she saw the intimidating member through my taut underwear.  Those
came down too.  So there I was, totally exposed.  Hair ran all around my
cock, on the insides of my legs and above and below it.  My balls were
draped in the velvet of my thick pubes.

   "You probably haven't seen a man this big before, have you?" Tears were
creasing in her eyes, running in zigzags as she shook her head side to
side. Was this signal for "no" a response to my question or a plea for me
to not continue on my deranged quest?  I couldn't care less either way.

   "You're probably confused and scared, huh Jess?" A large contraction
threw her ass hard into the bed.  "Well, let me explain.  To be frank, I'm
Nate, not Frank, haha... I'm just messing with you--don't look so worried."
I scowled at her and she dropped all expression--surprisingly obedient and
intimidated.  "Anyway, to be frank, I'm a pedophile.  And, that makes my
job really hard: all the cute newborns I just want to dive into.  But I
resist, because I don't want to die in jail.  But then you come along,
alone with no one looking for you.  I would be a heretic not to see the
divine blessing that brought you and your heavy womb to my doors.  So I'm
going to rape you, not because I like you, but because you're about to
deliver a baby." I gave her a second to absorb my threat.

   "I was thinking, do I want to kill you and raise the kid until she's big
enough to fuck?  Then I thought, why not fuck her right when she's born? 
Younger is hotter and I don't care if it hurts her.  But then it hit me! 
The way to fuck the youngest kid one could possibly fuck.  I'm going to
fuck this little girl while she's still inside of you!" At this point
Jessica had heard enough.  She was thrashing as she tried to overcome her
dizzy daze and stand.  It was futile.  The IV in her arm had been sedating
her subtly for a good hour.

   I just smiled at her, my pointing cock twitching, a pearl of clear
precum beaded at the very tip, splashing the refractive light from a bright
and cheery lamp.  The noontime sun was washing through the window and
throwing waves of pleasant dust into view.  It was a beautiful day and I
was so grateful for the opportunity I had caught in my web.  Jessica just
kept struggling, gasping for air before her grunts of labor pains.  Sweat
and tears embraced against her cheeks.

   I tossed my shirt over my shoulders and let the room tingle on my
nipples.  I tossed my chest into some heavy breathing, my whole body
trembling in anticipation.  This was the definition of aroused, my veins
were dilated and my hairs pricked up with anxiety.  I looked down at
Jessica, rolling about and moaning in a loose nightgown.  I walked over to
her, my prick bobbing up and down and the precum bead dripping down in a
long string.  I yanked once and the gown slip up the hill of her stomach
and rested on the other side.  Her dilated cunt was exposed.

   It was trembling and expanding before my very eyes.  Was it quivering
side to side or were those my eyes shaking in sick pleasure?  I slowly let
my hand drop down and ran a finger along the length of an engorged lip.  It
was fiery hot to the touch and begging to be fucked.  If I was attracted to
seventeen year olds it would have been a surreal experience.  But I was
quickly drawn from the mediocre site to the shuttering of a deep crevice.
Her cervix was wide and ready to expel the baby.  But there was only one
way this double-fuck was going to work: if the baby came out legs first.

   With no warning I plunged a fist into the enlarged cunt.  Jessica
screamed in agony.  Her head tossed up and the veins in her neck were tight
against the skin.  I grinned with sinister satisfaction.  My hand slipped
through the well-lubed chasm.  The distance to the cervix was short and
before I knew it I was feeling past it into a slushy-esque mess of--was
that an arm?  A toss up of placenta and uterine walls and a baby head in
the palm of my hand.  That was it!  The baby was out of the placenta and on
her way down, but I held her back with my hand.  I ran my fingers along the
soft of her crown and let them slither against her neck.  From there I
hooked onto one of her shoulders with a manly grip.  My cock was aching
with a newfound force, on the verge of popping I was so overcome by the
depravity.  I was holding an unborn child in the womb!  It was totally
helpless, at my mercy and so smooth in its nudity and the wet of its
mother's pussy juice.

   Firm against the baby's shoulder, I began to twist my hand.  The turn of
my hairy arms brushed roughly against the vaginal wall of poor Jessica,
pulling at the skin and making her squeak like a mouse--if a mouse was
being fisted by a rapist doctor.  Yank and twist.  I could feel the infant
succumb to my pull, tumbling a summersault inside of her mother.  Her head
slid against the tender uterus as her leg approached my reach.  I gripped
the left ankle and pulled it over to Jessica's right side.  Mother and
child were both facing back-down, leg's toward me.

   With some tricky finger working I managed to catch both feet in my one
hand, and tugged them just enough to get them safely through the cervix,
preventing a snag in the birth or my diabolical plan.

   Everything had gone so perfectly!  This was it!  I pulled my hand out.
Jessica couldn't hide a pleasured and relieved sigh as the girth of my
knuckled came out with a tug and a pop.  My fist was gooey and bloody and
several degrees hotter than my other limbs.  Jessica went back to heaving
with contractions, the baby now free to leave the womb feet-first.  I
waited impatiently as the small, unborn feet came into view from the red
and darkness.

   "Here we go!" I heaved Jessica's whole body to the edge of the bed, her
legs spread around me, off the end and her cunt at perfect level with my
cock.  Her stomach was breathing in and out, trembling like an earthquake
and finally letting loose the lower body of the baby girl.

   I whistled in adoration.  Then I wasted no time.  My enormous cock head
made the stretched vagina look nearly child-sized.  I slipped past the
entrance and felt the toes of the baby feet tap at the head of my dick.  It
was an orgastic pleasure, their tiny digits sliding the length of the
head's seam.  I moaned loud through the room.  The noise of my pleasure
droned loud against the whimpering and crying of the teen girl straddling
my manhood.

   Gasp!  The force of the baby being born overcame the raw strength of my
dick and each foot slipped past the two sides of my pole, tickling as they
ran along the shaft, the legs encroaching upon me and gripping my pole
tight as her baby pussy came closer and closer to my baby-maker.

   My dick was a good several inches inside of the new mother, and the feet
of the baby were just beginning to exit into the world.  The warmth of the
womb encased me, my eyes closed to absorb the sensation.

   It was one sudden motion that brought me to a never-before-known
ecstasy. Jessica let out a struggling cry as, with an enormous heave, the
baby shot forward through the slippery chute.  Her legs came out from the
entrance and, still inside of her mother where my dick was dwelling, her
unborn cunt fell right atop my huge penis.  It was so small a vagina that
it just kissed against my piss slit, seemingly unable to precede through
such an impasse.  I wasn't done though.  I was going to fuck an unborn baby
girl.

   I let my body fall onto Jessica, my weight pressing her pregnancy bulge
and forcing the baby out with greater force, her tiny body struggling
against the tip of my prick.  I braced my arms against the bed and looked
straight down, making long eye contact with the crying teen.  I grinned,
looking deep through her pupils and into her soul, and pumped.

   With my weight against Jessica's belly there was no way for the baby to
backtrack, so as I pushed my cock forward into the baby tunnel she was
borne against the walls, her tiny baby head bracing her as my cock plowed
through her near-microscopic hole.

   Suddenly I was inside of two women at once.  Suddenly I was in heaven.
Suddenly my cock had burst inside the undeveloped womb of a baby girl, not
even born or named!  My cock was in an unbelievable vice, beating with my
heart against the devastated insides of a child who had not even taken its
first breath.

   I pumped in further, the bulge of my cock's head working fully through
the baby's womb (a womb inside a womb, haha) and pressing against the wall
of it, my cock shoving the baby's organs and the baby on my cock pressing
on the mother's organs.  I screamed in pleasure, my chest puffed out in
pride and lust.

   I hadn't cum yet, but I already felt like I was in an orgasm.  Each
second of penetration was greater than any feeling I had ever known.  All
the years I had lived without this amazing feeling had not really been
lived at all.  Suddenly I was a new person, the person I was supposed to
be. I was a sadistic pedophile and I was raping a baby inside of her
mother. I hollered supportive chants at myself as I threw myself in and
out, my knees trembling in the constant high.  I beat and bucked and
ravaged the two entrances with all my might as I worked through the
pleasure, forcing myself to resist the urge to cum and continuing the
glorious assault.

   I could feel the baby's feet brushing through my thick public hair as I
bottomed out inside of her.  The Tips of her mom's pussy lips were gently
kissing the tops of the feet as the three of us compressed into each other.
I memorized the sight in my mind's eye and smiled with unconditional
happiness.  Then I let go.

   My cock erupted in a flood of thick, fertile seed.  The jizz burst out
with such force it actually pushed the baby back a tiny bit into the birth
canal.  It exploded out of her ultra-tight pussy and started spraying all
along the walls of her mom's cunt.  Cum continued to spring out of me as I
let out a seemingly endless grunt.  My legs felt like they would give out
at any moment, as I let my full weight fall onto Jessica.  Cum was still
oozing out of me and down the baby's insides into the mess of her mother.
From there it pooled at the vaginal entrance, leaking into my pubic hair
and on the bed and floor, coating everything in thick white.

   I don't know if a minute or an hour passed, but I just lay there, spent
and content.  It had been the greatest experience of my life and all I
could think about was sleep.  But there was still more to do.  So I stood
and looked over the scene.  Jessica's opening was enormous, with two feet
sticking out and pink creamy liquid dripping out.  I gripped one leg in
each hand and tugged.  Out came the body of a small baby girl.  Her eyes
were peaceful and closed, her expression just a calm sleep, as she lay
silently on the bed, the area between her legs gapping.  The umbilical cord
was wrapped around her in several placed and the placenta was detached,
having come out with her.  She had either suffocated from the placenta
detachment or died from the trauma of the fuck.

   I didn't care either way.  I lifted her up in my arms like I always did
after a delivery.  I leaned down to hand her to the mom.  Jessica just
looked at me dumfounded, refusing to take the corpse.  I gave her my look
and she took the package, cradling the figure in her arms with her head
bowed and tears running down.

   "Name her."

   "What?"

   "Give a name to your daughter."

   "Why are you do--"

   "Give her a name, now." She hyperventilated and sniveled as I tapped my
foot, waiting.

   "Kayla," she lamented, just a mumble through her snot and tears.

   "What?"

   "Her name is Kayla." I gave an approving smile.  With that I turned to
the door.

   "What are you going to do to me?"

   "We'll deal with that later.  Right now, I have to stick to my routine."

   "Your wh--?" I closed and locked the door, made my way to the closest
bathroom in the house, and began to masturbate furiously, thinking about
fucking baby Kayla.

   
THE END
   
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