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Subject: Laura 1 (M/g, F/g, pedo, inc)Laura (M/g, F/g, pedo, inc, drug
Date: Sat, 29 May 2004 22:43:48 -0000
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Laura 1 (M/g, F/g, pedo, inc)Laura (M/g, F/g, pedo, inc,
drug)By Wizzbilly
The summer seemed to race by - I had known Jennifer and her
daughter for just a few months, but already it felt like
they had been part of my life forever. Laura was now
approaching 4 years old and was as excited about her
forthcoming birthday as any child would be.
My own birthday fell just a week before Laura's, and
Jennifer had been dropping broad - but not very helpful -
hints about the wonderful surprise she had in store for me.
No amount of pleading, pretending to sulk, or mock threats
would budge her into revealing her secret. Not that I
really wanted her to - even grown men staring 35 in the
face love surprises. But we played the game, and she was
clearly very excited by whatever it was she had planned.
It turned out to be an exceptionally tiring and demanding
day at work, and I had little time to even think about it
being my birthday. I arrived at Jennifer's place just after
7.00pm, exhausted and maybe just a little bad-tempered.
Jennifer greeted me in the hallway and insisted that she
stand behind me and cover my eyes as I entered the lounge.
"You mustn't look until I tell you," she instructed.
"OK,' I replied, still a little touchy and hoping to heaven
that this wasn't to be a surprise gathering of family and
friends. My mood simply wasn't suited to an evening of
partying.
I entered the lounge and Jennifer removed her hands from my
eyes, but told me firmly to still keep them closed. I heard
a little shuffling in front of me, and a barely audible
whisper, which I couldn't quite make out.
I held my impatience in check, and after a few moments
Jennifer announced that I could now open my eyes.
The room was dimly lit, but the light was sufficient to
make unmistakable the vision which greeted me.
Jennifer was seated on the settee with an arm around
Laura's shoulder. Her fingers were running through the
little girl's hair which had been curled into beautiful
ringlets that fell across the side of her face and
forehead. But this breathtaking vision (for that is exactly
what it was) only began there.
My eyes scanned downwards and tried to take in everything
that I was seeing. Laura was dressed in a plain, white
cotton crop-top that hugged her tiny chest only just
concealing her baby nipples. She was wearing a tight and
very short imitation black leather skirt (the kind no
decent-thinking person would ever design for a child so
young). On her legs she wore a pair of large mesh net
tights (my God - who DOES design this stuff? I want to
shake his hand) and on her feet were a pair of cheap-
looking white plastic shoes. In short, she looked like a
little whore.
And Jennifer had not forgotten to complete the image by
daubing her baby's face with an obscene amount of make-up.
Mascara, eyeliner, and deep red lipstick gave the little
girl's face a 'fuck me' look that could have embarrassed a
streetwalker.
"We've been busy while you were at work," Jennifer informed
me.
"Oh yes, I can see," I acknowledged.
"Mummy put make-up on me and I look pretty for you now."
They were Laura's first words to me since I had entered the
room and I agreed that she did, indeed look very pretty.
I stepped closer to the settee and knelt down on the floor
in front of my two angels. I reached out a hand with the
intention of touching Laura's face but I was stopped by
Jennifer's own hand grasping my wrist.
"Ah-ah - you mustn't touch her yet. Just look at her."
Jennifer was clearly more than aware of the effect her
child, dressed and made up as she was, was having on me.
She wanted to tease me, make me wait for my birthday gift.
But if I was breathless and stunned by what I had witnessed
to this point, it was nothing compared to the thunderbolt
that was about to hit me.
Jennifer reached over the arm of the chair and picked up a
hypodermic syringe. She took care to ensure her daughter
did not see but was equally careful to ensure I did.
"W…..what are you doing?" I asked, as a rush of something
approaching fear swept through me.
"Just watch, you'll see," she replied. And that now
familiar flash of madness sparked once again in her eyes.
Taking her little girls arm and laying it across her lap,
Jennifer softly kissed her daughter's cheek. "I'm going to
paint a little picture on your arm with a special pen, she
whispered to the child reassuringly.
I remained kneeling on the floor in front of them; my jaw
gaping so wide I must have looked completely moronic.
"Jennifer, you really can't do that. What is that stuff?" I
said with real panic in my voice.
"It's Ok, she'll be fine - trust me."
As the words left her lips I watched with a mixture of
horror and excited anticipation. The 'magic pen' pierced
the skin on Laura's inner forearm before the little girl
had even a moment to object or question her mother about
what she was doing.
There was little squeal of outrage from the child but it
was over in a second. "Mummy?" was all the little girl
could manage to whisper before her breathing became a kind
of panting, her eyes began to stare at nothing, and her
arms, head and shoulders flopped into the settee.
"Happy birthday, you fucking pervert", Jennifer said with a
wicked grin.
I reached out a hand once more to touch Laura's face, only
to be checked again by her mothers restraining grip on my
wrist.
"Tell me how much you want her." As she spoke, Jennifer
pulled her daughter to lay across her lap. "Come on, say it
- how bad do you want her?"
"Oh God" I gasped, "I want her so bad."
"Stand up and strip - let me see how much you're liking
this"
I proceeded to do exactly as instructed, not turning my
eyes from mother and child as I began to strip naked. I
watched as Jennifer's fingers began to play with the mesh
of the net tights. She poked a finger through the net just
above Laura's knee and began to pull. The nylon pulled away
from Laura's leg and very quickly tore a large hole in the
hose.
I stared in disbelief at the shocking beauty of the
display. The contrast of naked white flesh surrounded by
the torn hose running up her thigh made me almost buckle -
I was nothing less than awe-struck. The slut was complete!
"Come on then - she's yours now" The invitation barely
registered in my brain but in kind of daze I took my place
alongside Laura and Jennifer.
"What have you done? What did you give her?" I asked,
hardly daring to contemplate what may be said in reply.
"It's Ok. I told you, she'll be fine." Again Jennifer took
my hands in hers but this time my touch was guided towards
Laura's little legs, which were sprawled out towards me.
"Rip the other leg" Jennifer squeezed my hand over her
daughter's knee and pushed my finger through the net
tights.
I pulled and stretched, scarcely believing my own actions.
But disbelief did not lessen the thrill of seeing and
feeling the hose become tatters at my hands. Running my
hand beneath the tear, I slid my hand up inside Laura's
inner thigh. I groped to the inner crotch of the tights,
and clasped my fingers into a fist around the fabric. I
pulled with increasing pressure until they were completely
ripped away, hanging in rags over her legs.
The pulling at her legs had moved Laura to flop deeper into
the settee. However, she remained silent, uncomplaining and
apparently unaware of her mauling.
As I was doing this, Jennifer stripped off her own clothes.
She settled back, naked, to her position and placed her
hands at the back of her daughter's head and roughly
wrenched the girl backwards so that she was once more
sprawled with her back against her mother. Her hands folded
around Laura's head and slender fingers began to spread
across the child's face. Jennifer was pulling, stretching
and distorting her little girl's pretty features.
I expected to hear cries of pain and discomfort, but
Laura's breathing continued in short, puffy gasps, her now
dull eyes continued to stare at nothing and her limp body
had no more animation than a rag doll.
I straightened Laura's leg to lie across my lap and held
her calf against my raging and dripping cock - feeling the
sensuous rub of torn hose over the tip. Meanwhile, Jennifer
continued to pull and stretch her little girl's face.
Focusing her attention on Laura's mouth now, she pulled her
lower lip and twisted. Her fingers eased into the child's
mouth pushing deep towards the back of her throat. The
little girl remained motionless.
I leaned forward and raised the crop top over Laura's
perfectly flat chest leaving it crumpled under her chin. I
could barely feel her tiny, perfectly pink nipples as I
stroked my palm over her.
"Suck her kiddy tits - bite her nipples" Again I complied
immediately with Jennifer's urgent and earnest
instructions. Cupping my mouth over her nipple I sucked
hard until I felt the pinhead tits between my teeth. I
sucked and chewed and licked and bit her, alternating
between the right and left side of her chest.
I could ignore Laura's beautiful cunt no longer. Moving my
face down to her crotch I bit at the fabric of her panties
and with a flick of my head I felt the satisfying rip of
soft cotton. Jennifer gasped and her hands quickly pulled
her daughter's legs apart. Her fingers replaced my face at
the child's soft pudenda and she spread Laura's flower,
probing roughly and urgently at her undeveloped vagina. I
watched, almost unable to contain the eruption which was
building within me, as she pushed not one, but two fingers
into her baby's hole. Laura made a little gurgling sound at
the back of her throat as her mother's fingers, now smeared
with a deep red slickness, searched deeper inside the
little girl.
Jennifer was now breathing in excited gasps - the
expression on her face one of crazed lust. She took my hand
and guided it to her sodden cunt. I had never known her to
get so wet, and three fingers slipped into her with ease.
But it wasn't to be long before she gently pulled my
fingers out of her and instead took her hold of her
daughter's arm. Lifting it above the child's head and
between her thighs, she formed Laura's hand into a fist and
began to use it like a dildo. The little girl's hand,
wrist, and most of her forearm were now buried deep inside
her mother as Jennifer pulled back and forth from the
elbow.
My fingers had now taken over from Jennifer the task of
penetrating Laura further than ever before. But I needed to
cum and I knew I could hold it inside me for only a short
time.
I pulled myself up to kneel between Laura's legs and took
my cock in my hand in readiness to fuck the drugged little
girl. But again, Jennifer prevented me carrying through my
wish. She eased Laura's hand from out of her and roughly
tuned the child over to lie on her front. A couple of soft
cushions under hips raised her tiny, tight and perfectly
shaped little butt away from the settee.
"You're going to do it now - you're going to fuck her
ass," said Jennifer.
With those words she placed her hands on Laura's cheeks and
pulled them open, revealing her little hole.
It was surprisingly easy. A few splashes of baby oil, which
Jennifer had produced from behind one of the cushions, and
my own pre-cum lubricated her sufficiently to allow me to
almost fully penetrate her with only a small measure of
resistance. I guessed that this was partly due to the fact
that there was virtually no tension in the drugged girl's
muscles - she opened up obligingly with each push and I
knew that I was only seconds away from cumming.
"Yesssssssss………Cummmmmmmmmm…………Fill her ass with everything
you've got" implored Jennifer as my face contorted and my
body jerked in orgasmic spasms.
When I felt the last drops shoot from me, I immediately
pulled out and sat back to regain my breath. I looked at
Laura's ass and noticed thick creamy cum seeping from her.
Jennifer saw it to and picked up her daughter, lifting her
with legs spread to her face. She sucked at the little
girl's ass and pussy and soon her mouth was sharing my cum
with her daughter and her face was coated in a sticky,
glistening sheen.
It took only a few minutes for me to recover and soon I was
ready again. Jennifer lay down with Laura spread over her
face. I fucked her harder and rougher than I had ever done
to any woman - holding tightly on to Laura as I filled her
mother with more hot cum.
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Laura was, indeed absolutely fine the following evening
when I called at their house. I didn't ask again what it
was that Jennifer had drugged her daughter with. But my
birthday treat was to be the last sexual encounter I had
with my two angels. When I arrived at her house, Jennifer
was rather offhand and would hardly look at me or speak to
me. She made some vague excuse about being tired and asked
if I would mind giving her some space for a few days.
When I called her two days later there was no reply so I
resolved to call in person the following day. I didn't even
need to ring the doorbell to see that Jennifer would not be
answering. The curtains had been removed form the window
and it was clear to see that her apartment was deserted -
not only of people but also every stick of furniture. She
had gone and none of her neighbors knew where.
I returned home with a sense of bereavement. That was it. I
knew in my heart that I would never see them or hear from
them again and that it would take a long time before the
feeling of loss would ease.
But in my heart I had also known that the adventure would
have to end some day. It had been wild and crazy and
dangerous, and in time the feeling of desolation would melt
away and be replaced by wonderful memories of the most
erotic experiences of my life.
And what a story I had to tell!
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This story and the previous stories in this series are
entirely a work of fiction. Jennifer and Laura exist only
in my imagination. I hope you have enjoyed them!