The Newborn Part 1

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I'd really like that! ***Extended Disclaimer: All of the characters in this story are actors in a play that are consenting adults over the age of 21. None of the characters are related to each other in any way and anything contained in the performance depicted below fall under the Roleplay and Fantasy Kinks respectively. *~*~*~*~* Beginning of Story *~*~*~*~* It was a long and stressful 9 months to term for my wife. Complication after complication arose as we found ourselves too busy to even relax, let alone have any desire for sex. When we found out the gender, I immediately tossed myself into creating the perfect baby room for our daughter. I wanted it to be perfect for our little angel, my first born. I spent most of my time in this room during the pregnancy. Away from my wife and her embrace. It was a distraction for me since we both were not sure that we would ultimately be blessed with a child. Luckily, the birth went as routine as routine could go and we welcomed her home the following day from the hospital. She was so incredibly small and frail, swaddled so tightly in her blanket that she couldn’t possibly fall out or get cold. Her little hoodie covering her head that barely had any hair grown on top. Eyes closed as if sleeping, the sensations of the outside world all brand new and alarmingly strong. I wanted to protect her, so I immediately brought her into her new room for the tour upon arriving. My wife was exhausted from the birth and excused herself to the bedroom as soon as we entered the house. I lost track of the time, the inside of the hospital feeling closed off from the outside world. It was already dark outside but I was not sure if the day was ending or just beginning. I had taken my accumulated time off from work in order to make sure this transition would go over without any issues. I knew that my wife was going to need much help and I was going to be there for her, and for our new daughter. The tour of the room went pretty quick, I spoke softly with her as to not upset her or my wife that was fast asleep in the other room. Recovering from one of the most important and exhausting moments of her life. It wasn’t long before this tiny newborn began to show signs of restlessness. I laid her still swaddled on her new changing table and picked up my book that I had been studying. “How to be a great first time Dad” was written in big bold letters on the cover. Flipping through the pages, I looked for my checklist. I wanted to do this perfectly, both to prove to my wife that I was competent and also to myself. Truth be told, I was mortified. This tiny being was now my 100% responsibility. It’s life was mine. The seriousness of the situation was felt in every cell in my body. The stakes were too high now for me to fail. Failing her would be failing in my new primary reason that I exist. I looked through the pages and began my checklist. First, check if your newborn is uncomfortable. Check. Swaddled nice and tight, she is warm, lights aren’t bright, no loud sounds, comfy table, nothing in her eyes or face to bother her, airways unobstructed… whew… I’m already exhausted from this… OK, what’s next I thought. Diaper… check to see if she needs her diaper changed. She might be uncomfortable there… I swallowed hard. This is it… diaper changes. When anyone thinks of babies, they think primarily about changing diapers. I had never seen one or operated one before. The instructions seemed easy enough in the book though, two Velcro straps… one on each side to hold it in place. There was an entire section on how to hold both ankles with one hand without causing pain to the newborn’s ankles… my stress level was rising, there was so much to do with something that seemed so simple. Proper ways of removing the old diaper and placing the new one, wiping strategies… that’s when I remembered that we have a little girl, I was going to have to wipe differently! I flipped through the pages frantically, was it front to back, back to front?! Panic swept through me as I paced to the door to look down the hallway. I could hear my wife gently snoring in the distance. Should I wake her or should I do this myself? No. I need to do this on my own. I can do this. I need to show my wife and prove to myself that I can do this. I closed the door gently as to not make a sound and made my way back to the changing table. There our newborn daughter laid showing signs of stirring. I unwrapped the swaddled blanket and was at first a little surprised at how tightly she was packed by the nurses of the hospital. The first thing I saw was the black and blue umbilical cord that had a yellow clamp attached to it. Her newborn baby belly exposed now to the slight breeze of the ceiling fan. Traveling downwards was her diaper… roughly the size of my fist. It wasn’t as intimidating as I had thought. I can do this. It’s just a diaper right? There she laid, still, her hands occasionally waving slightly as if she had no control over her new limbs. One Velcro strap tore slowly, the only sound audible in the room being that and my heavy breathing. I was nervous but no longer terrified. I kind of felt excited… this was new to me. Something I could learn and master. Slowly I tore the other Velcro and opened the front of her diaper… That’s when I saw it. I was expecting it of course, but at the same time I wasn’t. I’m not sure what I was expecting really. A messy diaper? A disaster needing to be cleaned up? I mean, I knew I had a daughter… I knew in my mind that she was female… but… In front of me wasn’t a mess to be cleaned up. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. My eyes stared at my newborn daughter now fully exposed to my eyes… and all I could see was a pussy. Two large folds in between her legs. Plump and swollen. A Pale Pinkish color. She was all clean, perfectly smooth, everything incredibly symmetrical, nothing out of order. A pussy. I felt strange looking directly at it. Like I wasn’t supposed to stare. I wasn’t allowed to see. My excitement turned into nervousness again. I was unsure again. Fearful. Am I already failing her? A Pussy. What do you do with a pussy? Wait… her diaper isn’t dirty, should I still change it? Should I just close this diaper again? I didn’t do anything, I’m supposed to do something right? I need to prove myself… what do I do? What do I do with a pussy? “Kiss it! Lick it! Eat it!” flashed in my mind like the headlights of an 18 wheeler as I actually flinched from the force of these thoughts slamming into my mind. I felt my brain stutter. “Finger it! Spread it! … Fuck it!” my mind reeled back as if being drowned by thoughts that did not belong to me. As if someone or something else had hijacked my mind and was forcing themselves on me. This was my newborn daughter! I thought. I couldn’t do these things that were invading my mind. But what DO I do? I grew slightly queezy trying to regain control of my thoughts and desires. I was still holding down the front of the open diaper when my eyes traveled back up towards the umbilical cord. Naked. That’s when I realized that with her diaper open the way it was and the blanket completely open… she was laid completely naked in front of my eyes. What do you do with a naked girl? Another obscene wave of thoughts rushed into my mind… Before I could hold myself back, my thumb had made contact with her. So smooth. I was actually shocked and the thrill rode through my body overriding any hesitations I had just moments before. I ran my thumb along one of her lips from the bottom to the top, as if wiping her. The sensations of how small her pussy was, how smooth it was, watching it wrinkle slightly. Gauging the size of my thumb I wondered which was larger so I laid it across her slit. My thumb covering all of it. I pressed down and watched the slight puffy bounce of her pussy on my thumb. Moving my thumb in a circle, I felt her lips part and come to a rest by the sides. I just spread her open I realized. I began moving my thumb in a circle as I felt all of my body shudder and my cock begin to fill with blood. I hadn’t had sex in a couple of months and up until this moment, all was fine. But now… What do I do with my newborn daughter? My baby girl of only a day old. My naked child with her exposed body, my thumb already masturbating her… Wave after wave shuddered into my groin. I felt myself losing my ability to think clearly. My thoughts and hesitations of what I should NOT do with my daughter completely overridden by the thoughts of what I should do to a naked girl. My nervous fear turning into an intoxicating feeling of power. My desire to protect turning into a deep possession of what is mine. I moved my thumb and added the other, gripping my newborn by the backs of her legs, I spread her pussy to look at it even closer. I needed to see if she had a clit. I wanted to pleasure her so badly. I am her Daddy and I want to make her happy. I NEED to make her happy. Before I could control my excitement, my face had gone down for a split second and licked her straight from her bum hole, up her slit, as the tip of my tongue answered my deepest question. She does have a clit. A tiny bead of a newborn clit. I needed to feel it again. I laid my tongue flat against her pussy and lapped up again, tightening my tongue so that the tip could feel that tiny bead again. I wondered if she liked that? Did that make her feel good? Am I a good Daddy? I’m doing this right… right? My anxiety about failing as a Father churned inside me as if water flowing down a drain. I was unable to answer my own question as right or wrong… all I could feel what that licking her felt incredibly right. My breathing and heart beat was stuck in my upper chest. Coming up I could see that her pussy was now shiny from the saliva I left licking her. Probing her. My heart skipped a beat as I felt my pants become tighter and tighter. I could take off my pants and stand here in my boxers right? That’s normal right? We are relaxing at home… I was answering all of my own questions with what was in my best interest. My pants came off so easily and quickly that I could feel the breeze rush up my loose boxers, tickling my sack and chilling the tip of my cock which was definitely covered in pre cum. My breathing was swallow at this point. My hands and finger tips exploring her lower body as I could feel how incredibly smooth her skin was. My cock was so unbelievably hard, my boxers doing nothing to hide that fact. I had to, I absolutely had to… I pulled my cock out of the side of my boxers and placed the tip on her newborn pussy. The height of the changing table was exactly the same height as my waist. There was no bend in my knees as I felt the slick motion of my cock head and precum slide effortlessly over her newborn slit. Pushing a little harder, I watched in the dim light as the head of my cock spread her pussy much like any girl’s. I was careful and gentle with her as I lightly bounced the tip of my cock against her newborn clit. This was so exhilarating that I could feel myself coming to climax quickly and with force. I wanted to coat her in myself… she was mine. My first born. I needed her. I leaned myself forward while continuing to rub myself up and down, stroking up and down a little quicker. My face was close enough to hers that I could smell her scent. The faint smell of my newborn daughter. My eyes so close to her face, examining each and every small detail which made her unique. My breathing was getting heavier as I kissed her cheek showing my love and affection. This is when she turned towards my mouth, her eyes still shut. Her face not showing any signs of what I had done to her pussy below. I kissed her other cheek as she turned her face again in that direction. I stared at her nose and then at her tiny mouth. What do you do with a mouth? You kiss it flashed in my mind as I kissed the opposite cheek again and licked a little bit, this time when she turned, our lips met… right as I finished my kiss directly on her lips. This was even more exciting than licking her pussy I felt! It felt even more right than that! I stuck out my tongue and gently touched her lips as I slowly and softly laid my lips on her and kissed her on the mouth again. My eyes felt like they rolled slightly into the back of my head as I kissed again, and then again, the slick feeling of the head of my cock now rolling in the palm of my hand. I kissed her mouth again as she opened it as if trying to capture me before ending the kiss. I looked directly into her mouth and saw her gums. Of course she had no teeth yet being only 1 day old. This entire world being brand new. She being brand new. All of these sensations brand new for her. I wanted this to be normal for her… her every day… I wanted to bring her pleasure and have her do the same in turn. I wanted both of our lives to be the best and the happiest it could ever be. Every day filled with endless pleasure. I leaned forward and kissed her more passionately on her tiny mouth, sinking my tongue inside and exploring. She wrapped her lips around my tongue and pulled a suction on it as our lips met again. Moving my tongue in and out of her mouth, I could feel the constant suction as I gently mouth fucked my newborn baby girl. My climax was coming in hard and fast at this moment and I wanted to shut my eyes while kissing her and cum everything I had built up over the past couple of months onto her tiny and perfect body. But before I reached my breaking point, I began to feel warm coming from below. I stopped my deep kiss of my baby girl to look down and noticed that she began to relieve herself. The warm clear liquid spraying out of her like a crack in a broken pipe… I moved myself back into place and allowed it to begin covering my cock, running down the sides of my balls, and onto her diaper. I scooted forward and laid my sack on her mound. The gentle spray from her felt amazing warming me up. I gripped my shaft and stroked towards her umbilical cord. I briefly thought about cumming on that when I felt an intense urge to relieve myself as well. Right when she finished, I leaned back, pointed the tip of my cock at her pussy, and let myself go. There I stood, holding my cock, and I was actually pissing on my newborn baby girl’s pussy. The diaper was still under her so I felt that it would soak it up for me and I could clean her afterwards anyways. I was still too excited to think clearly. I finished as I looked down at how much the tiny newborn diaper actually absorbed. Everything. There was no spilled drop as it had expanded to at least four times it’s original size. I looked at my newborn daughter’s face, now shiny and slimy just like her pussy was earlier. It looked like I was a bit overzealous and covering more than her lips in my saliva. Her mouth was open and her expression was that of a newborn looking to feed. I had completely forgot that while showing the room off, I had placed a bottle of her mother’s milk in the warmer. My wife had pumped at the hospital and the warmer kept the bottle at the exact temperature of a human mother’s body temperature. I thought it would be best to try and feed her while finishing myself off so that she doesn’t become fussy and maybe wake Mommy. Picking up the bottle, it felt so warm. Warm like when she relieved herself on my cock, which now felt cold from the breeze of the ceiling fan. Without thinking, I unscrewed the top of the baby bottle and dipped my cock into it. The feeling of warmth on my cock head felt amazing as I told myself that I was only making sure that the milk wasn’t too hot for my newborn daughter’s mouth. Gently moving my cock in and out of the bottle, I couldn’t help but feel a strong desire to cum inside of it. Adding her Daddy’s Milk to her Mommy’s Milk. I decided in that moment that I wanted to start getting her used to the taste of my cum. I had so many amazing thoughts rushing through my mind as I began to cum over and over again into this tiny baby bottle. Over and over again for what felt like the longest climax of my life. Many months worth of semen built up, frustrated over and over again. The amount of my cum flowing into this baby bottle actually pushing out some of the Mother’s Milk inside. I glanced down at my newborn baby, laying there exposed. Mouth and lips shiny with my saliva, her pussy covered in both her urine and mine. Her tiny diaper so bloated under her. The last spurt of my cum exiting me and entering the bottle, I held it up to the light and looked at the level. I could actually see the line where my cum floated at the top and her Mother’s Milk rested at the bottom. I was shocked to see that I had actually filled more than half of the bottle with my Milk! Tightening the cap on it again, I gently shook the bottle mixing the fluids. My cock had already grown limp and retreated back inside the pant leg of my boxers. With her lower body still soiled from our adventure, I placed the nipple of the bottle to her mouth as she rooted. Feeding so ravishingly on the end, she drank all of the fluids contained within. What a good girl I thought. My mind racing as I began to think about all of the Daddy/Daughter time we were going to have together in our lives. I had no idea that I was going to feel this way about my own newborn daughter, but I had a million thoughts of all of the things I wanted to share with her. She was only a day old and had already performed some sexual acts that some adults never even experience. My beautiful newborn baby girl. My daughter. My Silvia.