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Date: Wed, 18 May 2005 17:21:37 -0700
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Laura (Mg, Fg, pedo, incest)
by Wizzbilly
Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.
I met Jennifer just before her 30th birthday. We had both been in the
same nightclub and both of us had been drinking heavily. I was there to
celebrate my promotion, which was going to make me a lot wealthier than
I had been, and Jennifer to put the final seal on her divorce which, I
learned later, had been granted the previous day.
She was with a group of her friends and they all seemed in very high
spirits when I and my long-time friend, Jack, found ourselves surrounded
by them during one of my rare ventures on to the dance floor.
Jack, being Jack, was soon smooching with a large-breasted blonde and it
became clear very quickly that the rest of his evening was looking very
promising indeed.
I resigned myself to leaving the club alone, but as I squeezed a path
through the dancing bodies to leave the dance floor, a pair of arms were
thrown around my shoulders.
"You can't go yet - you haven't danced with me"
She was attractive enough - not model material by any means - but her
sexy, smiling drunken eyes had me instantly hooked.
So we chatted a while, had a couple more drinks and we shared a cab back
to her house.
It was as I walked into the lounge I got my first sight of Laura.
Jennifer's three year old daughter was curled up snuggling into the
babysitter and had clearly just woken at the sound of her mother's return.
All my adult life I had been more than vaguely aware that the sight of a
cute little girl was guaranteed to stir feelings I knew I shouldn't
feel. I'd never acted on or pursued those feelings, even on the rare
occasions in my life when the opportunity had been present. But sure
enough, this sleepy-headed child in her brushed cotton pink nightie
became the focus of my attention.
It's the little things I noticed. The small bruise on her shin, her tiny
hands clasped together between her knees, the outline of her little
under-slip clearly visible through the outer garment and, most
breathtakingly, the way her nightdress had ridden up to above her upper
thigh. Magical!
There were some brief introductions between myself and the pretty
teenaged babysitter (whose name I instantly forgot, so enthralled was I
by the child) and Jennifer instructed Laura to say hello. Laura stared
blankly at me - not a flicker in the eyes or the hint of a smile. This I
guessed was due partly to the fact she had only just woken but mostly to
it being the way small children often behave when a strange adult
arrives on the scene. Nevertheless, I gave her my friendliest smile and
said "Hello Laura, it's very nice to meet you".
The cab for the babysitter arrived. Jennifer paid the girl as she left.
Laura was not too enthusiastic over being hustled off back to bed but
after a few half-hearted protests Jennifer picked up her daughter and
carried her out of the room. My eyes followed them and I was delighted
to notice that as Laura had been scooped up in her mothers arms, a
little more of her soft, young skin was exposed to view - the little
nightie now crumpled on one side around her waist.
In the two or three minutes Jennifer was gone. I shook my head, let out
a couple of long deep breaths and tried to compose myself to concentrate
on the immediate prospect of some good, old-fashioned adult humping.
Jennifer soon returned and sat herself down next to (almost on) me and
we began kissing passionately. I'd unfastened no more than two buttons
on her blouse when a tiny voice from the doorway said, "I'm not tired
Mummy".
Shit! Little girls are all very nice and cute but I hadn't reckoned on
this. Bad timing, sweetheart.
Jennifer scooped her little girl back up into her arms ready to carry
her back to bed. "I need a drink Mummy,' Laura said as they reached the
doorway. Jennifer let out an exasperated sigh and held Laura out towards
me. "Can you hold her for a moment while I get the little madam a drink?'
Interrupted from my rising passion though I had been, it was a rare
treat to hold a such a little one in my arms. During mum's absence from
the room, I ran my hand over Laura's thighs. It was the softest skin I
had ever felt - almost like glass and I couldn't resist the temptation
to take hold of the flesh and squeeze ever so gently. Laura remained
still, with her arms clasped around my neck and for the second time in
just a couple of minutes I felt my hardening cock twitching inside my
trousers.
It was no more than a minute before Jennifer returned with the drink,
handed it to Laura and took her from me and back to bed.
That night with Jennifer was all I had hoped. She was a passionate and
adventurous lover and between us we got very little sleep. In the
morning it was a groggy and shattered figure who left Jennifer's house
to return to my own home with barely sufficient time to shave, change
and freshen for work.
As the day wore on, I found my mind drifting back to the previous night.
But it wasn't Jennifer who was the source of my daydreaming. It was
Laura. If I could build a half-way steady relationship with mummy there
would inevitably be occasions where I could get close to the object of
my real desire.
So I made the call. She sounded very happy to hear from me and agreed
immediately to another date.
Over the course of the next couple of weeks I spent virtually all my
free time with Jennifer - mostly at her house. Laura seemed to take to
me. She loved my stories and 'magic' tricks and I never missed an
opportunity to tell her how pretty I thought she was or how much I liked
the dress she was wearing or how beautifully she brushed her hair. After
two or three weeks, she began to make giving me a goodnight kiss part of
her bedtime routine. I would feel her lips on my cheek and mine on hers
and I would ache for the touch of her mouth on mine.
Then, one night after Jennifer and I had been seeing each other for
about 6 weeks, it happened.
It must have been 1.00am. We were in bed together and about to make love
when the bedroom door opened and a tiny, familiar voice said "I've had a
nasty dream."
Jennifer asked her daughter to come and sit on the bed for a cuddle. But
instead of sitting on the edge she climbed right in - not next to
Jennifer but next to me. Without another word, she curled up under the
covers, closed her eyes and fell asleep. I looked at Jennifer in the dim
light and shrugged. "Oh well, that's that then - no fucking for us
tonight," I whispered. Secretly, of course, I was delighted to have
Laura next to me and was more than happy to forgo the promised fucking
to indulge in the feel of the little girl's warmth so close to me.
So it was something of a surprise when Jennifer returned to kissing me,
took my hand and placed it on her breast and encouraged me with a little
squeeze of her hand on mine.
We kissed and kissed for a long time. I stroked her gorgeous breasts and
nibbled softly at her neck, all the time achingly aware of the small
body pressed with its back against mine. It felt beautiful and as I
moved slightly to pull Jennifer closer to me, Laura stirred for a moment
and turned towards me.
Her hand was on my naked waist and the rush I felt at that simple touch
was indescribable. Reason and logic began to dessert me. Jennifer's kiss
was deep and loving but in my heart and mind it was the beautiful child
at my side I was kissing.
Now, with no sense of anything but the need to get as close to Laura as
I was to her mother, I reached my right down to Laura's hand resting on
my waist. As I took her hand in mine her little fingers spread and
closed again around mine. I stroked her fingers, caressed her hand -
telling her without words how I loved and needed her. And, I believe, at
that moment she knew exactly what I was telling her. She stirred her
body again and nestled so close to me. Jennifer, by now was stroking my
raging cock - unaware of the principal cause of my hardness.
I reached behind me and pulled little Laura closer still, The softness
of her brushed cotton nightie (the same one she had been wearing the
first time I saw her) was divine. As my hand caressed her through the
fabric, my fingers found the hem of her nightwear and once again I felt
the glass-like skin of her upper thigh.
This is it! I have to touch her. Now. Slowly but very purposely I slid
my fingers under the hem and up to her hip. I gave her another of my
little squeezes and ran my hand around to her inner thigh. I almost
cried out when at that moment I felt her little legs part slightly,
finally granting me access to paradise.
My hand cupped itself over the soft mound, and making just the tiniest
of movements I rocked my palm gently up and down. How would she respond?
Would I hear the dreaded sound of her asking what I was doing? Sure, at
this point I could have blagged my way out of any challenge from her
mother by a swift removal of my hand and an insistent denial that I had
done anything intentionally. But my concerns were not founded. Instead,
the little girl made not a sound but dutifully spread her legs wider for
me. I was clearly making her feel something which she liked very much
indeed.
Soon my fingertips were gently opening her crack and her tiny clitoris
was exposed to my touch. I felt Laura's hips rise to meet my touch and
her head nuzzled even tighter into my back.
My mind was racing. I wanted Jennifer out of the bed. I wanted her
daughter and I wanted her alone. But the ride to paradise was only just
beginning.
All this time my other hand had been caressing Jennifer. We had
continued kissing and nibbling at each other and Jennifer had continued
to work expertly on my cock with her hand.
Then it stopped. Horror struck me as, without any warning, Jennifer
pulled herself away from me and raised her head and shoulders from the
pillows. It was almost like a slow motion movie as I saw her looking in
the half light at what I was doing to her baby.
God, I'm dead now. I instinctively pulled my hand away from Laura's
little kiddy cunt but it was too late. Jennifer had seen. She lay there
silently, her mouth gaping open in shock as her brain tried to process
what she had seen while looking in turn from me to her daughter. Laura
had responded to the sudden cessation of her new delight by turning
towards me again and putting an arm back around my waist.
I looked at Jennifer waiting for the inevitable outrage. The order to
get out of her home right now. The demands that I never go near her or
her daughter ever again and the threat of calling the police.
But that isn't what happened.
After what felt like an eternity of shocked staring, Jennifer expression
melted into one of adoring love. And she sighed. Her arms returned to
wrap around my neck, pulling my head close to hers. I felt her lips
touch my ear and heard just a single word…….
"Yes"
"You want me to do it? Really?"
"Yes" she gasped once more in my ear.
She turned to Laura who was beginning to slumber again and said, "Why
don't you come and lie down in the middle?'
Laura sleepily scrambled over me to lie between us and as her body
crawled over mine I felt more able to openly touch her. With the little
girl between us, Jennifer took Laura's hand and guided it towards my
cock. She folded her daughter's fingers around me.
"It's sticky;" said Laura, rather unnecessarily.
"I know, but its nice isn't it?" encouraged her mother.
Laura simply nodded and the sight of her acknowledging her mum's
suggestion was simply stunning.
Now with the bed covers kicked to the floor, Jennifer leaned over me and
pulled her little girl on top of her. Laura was lying across her
mother's chest and stomach and now I wasted no time in exploring the
tiny cunt with which I'd just become acquainted.
Taking Laura's ankles in my hands, I re-opened her legs and started to
kiss up the length of each shin and calf followed by further kisses up
her outer and inner thighs. Now and then I looked to Jennifer - wanting
to see her reaction and barely believing that she was now assisting me
in realizing my lifelong dream.
Soon my mouth reached her vulva and I laid the softest, gentlest kiss
imaginable on her sweet, sweet mound.
Jennifer adjusted her position to get the best possible view of her
little girl's first experience of having her cunt licked and kissed. She
was now panting and gasping "Yes, Yesssss," pulling her daughter's head
back and running her fingers over her little throat as my tongue probed
between the little girls cunt lips. Laura's legs were spread as wide as
they could be and she was rocking her hips up and down with every flick
of my tongue.
With one hand at the top of her cunt, the other now began to search for
her hole. Gently opening her lips, my finger found its target and I
eased maybe half an inch inside her. A little moan escaped from the
child's mouth and I felt a small trickle of semen ooze from my throbbing
cock. Only by unimaginable self-control was I able to prevent the full
deluge there and then. I finger fucked Laura for several minutes - and
although taking care not to penetrate her too deeply, here and there the
little girl winced as my finger pushed against the three year old hymen.
By now Jennifer seemed as transported by the beauty of her daughter's
sexual initiation as I was. She was furiously frigging her cunt as she
took in the wonderful scene. Her breathless gasps of "Ohhhh godddd" and
"Yes, yes, yes" almost made me cream the bed.
But it wasn't the bed I wanted to cream.
I removed my finger from the child's cunt and buried my face into her
crotch. Using my mouth to part her lips I again found the little clit
with my tongue. I began to chew and bite - maybe a little rougher than I
should have, because Laura again winced with pain at my
over-enthusiastic attention.
My need to cum was now more urgent than I had ever felt before - and it
was at this moment that Jennifer pulled herself from under her daughter,
laying Laura flat on her back on the bed.
"Fuck her".
The words seemed unreal. I hadn't seriously contemplated the idea of
actually fucking such a small child but with those words the need to try
was all-consuming.
I raised myself onto my knees and eased up the bed between the young
legs. Jennifer, now also kneeling close to Laura's head, placed her
hands on her girl's shoulders and I noticed with real excitement the
mattress sink a little under the pressure as she pushed downwards.
"OH FUCK - SHES HOLDING HER DOWN FOR ME'. This was no longer a vague
fantasy - I was about to rape a child.
My cock twitched around the kiddy cunt for a few moments while I looked
into Laura's sweet face. I stroked her cheek, ran my fingers through her
hair and over her neck and throat.
"Ooohhhhh Baby". I took hold of my cock and guided it towards the tiny
crack. My oozing, dripping cock quickly coated her cunt with a
glistening sheen and with a thrust of my hips I felt the tip enter her.
With each small push I felt her stretch to take the first half inch.
Jennifer's expression was one of pure rapture and this encouraged me to
push a little harder. Laura began to whimper and wriggle beneath me.
"Too much" I thought to myself and began to ease off a little.
But with her daughter's whimpers, Jennifer slid one hand over her baby's
mouth, looked directly at me and said, "Do it."
That really was it. I could hold back no longer. I let out a cry -
almost a scream - as my body convulsed in wave after wave of orgasmic
ecstasy. If it had been over the little girls face she may have drowned
in the flood of semen which burst from me.
I pulled my cock out of Laura as Jennifer got busy with her hands. She
ran her fingers over her daughter, over my rapidly softening cock,
spreading the huge volume of cum over her girl's stomach and chest
before finally wiping a finger across Laura's mouth and parting her lips
to let her sweet baby taste what she had done.
This, my friends, was just the beginning of a relatively short but
amazing relationship with these two perfect females. Let me know if you
want to hear more of the adventure. wizzbilly@yahoo.co.uk
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