 "That's it," I murmured angrily to myself.  "I've had enough."

   Down the hall I could hear our newborn baby daughter Lilly crying her
little eyes out, just as she had been for the last week - and showing no
signs of stopping.  I had read all about colic in one of those pregnancy
books my wife Monica made me read, but I never imagined it to be this bad.
I was at my wit's end and couldn't stand another night of this.

   As I stammered out of bed, my wife began to groan.  "Sorry honey, can
you please just go hold her for a moment?  Maybe she'll calm down."

   "Yeah, whatever.  Tomorrow you're taking her to the doctor, I've had
enough of this.  It's easy for you, but I have to get up and go to work in
the morning."

   I felt bad for taking my frustration out on my wife.  After all, she's
had to deal with a lot too.  I heard her roll back over and sigh as I
walked out of our bedroom and down the hall towards Lilly.

   She looked beautiful, laying there in the moonlight in her white and
pink polka-dotted onesie.  As soon as I saw her, my paternal instincts took
over - I was no longer upset, and my priority was to immediately help my
little baby girl feel better.  Funny how that happens, right?

   Scooping her up and cradling her in my arms, I began to rock back and
forth.  "Shh little one, it's OK.  Daddy's here.  Daddy loves you, and I'm
never going to let anything bad happen to you.  No matter how hard things
seem, it will always get better.  We're going to have such a wonderful life
together."

   Before long, she had calmed down and fallen back asleep in my arms.  It
was strange - mere minutes ago I was angry and frustrated, but seeing my
baby girl fast asleep, knowing how safe and secure she felt with me, I just
couldn't help but realize how precious this bond already was.  If I did not
need to go to work in the morning, I would've just stayed here.

   Reluctantly, I put her back in her crib and went back to my bedroom.  My
wife was already asleep, but I spooned her anyway.  I realized that bit of
spark, that little bit of magic everyone feels when they first fall in
love, no longer existed between my wife and I.  But when I held my daughter
just then, I felt it - and I know that it's never going to go away.  It was
a different type of bond, but it felt more...  pure.

   I drifted off to sleep in a state of blissful confusion, wakening again
in the early morning by Lilly's crying.  Deciding it was close enough to
the time our alarm would've went off anyway, Monica and I got up and she
tended to the baby.  For some reason, it took Lilly a lot longer to calm
down when Mommy was the one comforting her.  Strange.  Could it be she's
already a daddy's girl?

   After chugging the rest of my coffee, I shouted goodbye and headed out
for another boring day at work.

   Monica did as she was told and took Lilly in for a checkup.  She knew
that colic had no known cause and there wasn't really anything that could
be done about it, but the peace of mind in knowing that there really was
nothing wrong was worth the visit - not to mention that it would satisfy
her husband.

   She had been led into the doctor's office and told to wait.  A few
minutes passed before a handsome man walked in, obviously replacing their
usual pediatrician since they didn't have an appointment.

   "Hi," he introduced himself.  "How are you and your little one feeling
today?"

   "Hello," she responded.  "I brought Lilly in today because she seems to
be crying more than she should be.  I have read about colic in books and
online, but my husband asked me to bring her in anyway."

   "Right, that's normal.  Let me ask you, when she is crying, are you
absolutely certain all the basics are out of the way - a need to be fed,
changed, held, discomfort from being too hot or cold, so on and so forth?"

   "Yes, everything seems to be fine, and there seems to be no pattern to
her crying either.  It just sort of happens."

   "Yep, that sounds like colic alright!" the doctor said.

   "And nothing can be done right?  Well, at least I'll be able to tell my
husband that I came in." Monica looked disappointed.

   "Well, wait a moment.  There is something you could try, but I'm not
really supposed to recommend it to patients.  But I don't want you to feel
like you came here for nothing.  Would you be open to hearing it?" The
doctor looked a bit nervous, but felt confident at the same time.

   "Um..  sure," Monica replied, a hint of skepticism in her voice. 
"There's no harm in hearing about it."

   "This is going to sound crazy, but I promise this has been validated by
science.  Studies have shown that babies have sexual needs just like any
other person, and in fact, have been seen masturbating in the womb during
ultrasounds."

   Monica surprisingly looked rather calm.  She remembered back when she
was a little girl, how she used to hump everything in sight when her
parents weren't looking.

   "...However," the doctor continued.  "When they come out and we slap a
diaper on them, they're no longer able to satisfy themselves sexually. 
They don't know how to handle these urges and they're unable to take care
of them, so they do what all babies do when something's wrong - they cry.

   "So what are you suggesting, Doctor?" "I should keep her diaper off more
often?"

   "No," he replied.  "Well, not exactly.  You're certainly welcome to do
that, but in truth, that might not be so effective.  It will prevent it a
little, but by the time your baby starts to cry, she'll already be too
preoccupied with her emotions to masturbate herself.  It's best if somebody
else does it."

   "You want me to molest my baby?" Monica's skepticism grew.

   "Whatever, you need to do to bring her to orgasm."

   "ORGASM?" she shreaked bewilderingly.

   "Yes, that's right.  You should know when she has one.  Anyhow, I kindly
ask that you do not let anyone know that I've shared this with you today.
I've got to prepare for an appointment, so if you don't have any other
questions, I hope you'll consider what I've shared with you.  And of
course, if it doesn't fix the problem, please bring her back again - as it
could be something else.  Have a nice day!"

   With that, Monica and Lilly left the doctor's office and headed back
home.  She had no idea how she was going to explain this to her husband.

   After a long day at work, I was ecstatic to open the door to my favorite
people in the world.  Monica was sitting on the couch holding Lilly, who
was swaddled in an adorable purple blanket.

   "Hey, can we talk for a moment?" Monica called over to me.

   "Can it wait?  I didn't get a chance to eat lunch today and I'm
starving. I could sure use something to eat."

   "Yes, we can talk about that too." Monica walked down our hallway toward
our bedroom, motioning with her hand to follow.  When we got to our room,
she set Lilly down in the middle of the bed.

   "As you asked, I took Lilly to the doctor today, and I found out why
she's crying so much."

   "Oh yeah, and why's that?" I said, surprised that there was actually a
reason.

   "The doctor said it's a case of colic," Monica said nervously, picking
Lilly back up and holding her close.

   "Oh fuck, figures.  So we're going to just have to put up with it?  Did
he say for how long?" I couldn't get mad at the baby for crying, but I
certainly wasn't happy about the situation either.

   "Well, not exactly," she responded sheepishly.  "You aren't going to
believe this, but the doctor said that she's actually crying, well - let me
back up a little.  Babies masturbate inside the womb.  But when they pop
out and we put diapers on them, they're not able to do this anymore.  So
they get frustrated and cry until their little minds wander onto something
else.  The doctor said that..."

   I cut her off.  "WHAT?"

   "Yeah..  anyway - calm down honey.  The doctor said if you want her to
feel better, you need to play with her."

   "I do play with her," I barked.

   "No, I mean..." my wife paused for a moment, leaned back on the bed so
the baby was on laying on her stomach, and undid her diaper.  "...play with
her like this." Monica rubbed her index finger down Lilly's tummy and into
her baby slit for a moment before looking back up on me.

   "What?  Are you mad?  Is this some sort of joke?" I had a million
thoughts going through my head and I didn't even know what to say.  In the
end, I just kind of stopped and stared for a moment.

   "Relax Daddy," my wife called seductively.  She looked like she was
actually getting turned on from the idea.  "You're not going to hurt her,
and she likes it!  Don't you Lilly?"

   Monica licked her finger and again started rubbing it in between Lilly's
puffy pussy lips.  "You don't want her to be so upset that she cries,
right? Don't you love our little girl?"

   "...It won't hurt her?" Seeing my wife molest our baby daughter made me
feel in a way that it was more alright.  Still, I was hesitant.

   "Of course not, if anything it will only make her love you more.  And
you don't have to worry because she can't tell anyone." Monica smiled and
pulled Lilly's pussy lips apart with both index fingers, exposing her tiny
little clit.  Why don't you come down and have a taste?

   Strangely I was turned on, and knew I wouldn't be able to resist the
little baby cunt laying right in front of me, my precious daughter looking
up at me with those big blue eyes.  As I bent down to taste her for the
first time, I couldn't help but admire how small she was.  My mouth fit
completely over her mound as I began lapping away at her pussy.

   Instantly I felt my cock harden in my pants.

   Never in my life had I gotten so hard so quickly - but I wasn't sure
what exactly it was that was turning me on.  Was it the taboo nature of
what I was doing, how wrong it was, or was I actually attracted to my
little baby girl?  Or maybe it was just the piss-flavored yet sweet taste
of her tiny pussy that was doing this to me?

   My wife must've taken notice because it wasn't long before she called
out to me with a sly smile.  "Hey honey, it looks like you're not minding
this.  How about I help you out a little?"

   I just groaned, now focusing my large tongue on my baby's little clit.
Monica kneeled on the ground and took my raging erection out, nestling it
inside of her mouth and instantly I began pumping, fueling my lust further.


   By now I can tell my licks were really having an effect on Lilly.  She
was not only kicking her legs like crazy, but letting out little coos and
moans, with the occasional squeal of laughter.  She was also moving her
head from side to side, clearly enjoying all of these wonderful sensations
she's experiencing.

   Deciding I need to slow down to avoid cumming too early, I began pumping
slow and deep into my wife's mouth, while taking longer, deeper licks on
Lilly, from the start of her little ass crack to the top of her baby mound.
Clearly this tiny break was a mistake as she started to pee - or maybe it
wasn't.

   It happened before I could really notice it - a few dribbles, and then a
full on squirt right in my face before I could even realize what was going
on.  Instinctively I glued my mouth over her cunt, letting her tiny stream
empty into the back of my throat.  Letting a little bit hit my tongue, I
realized it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  In fact, it didn't
really have much of a taste at all - it was warm, it was slightly salty,
and it turned me on like nothing else in my life ever had.

   Swallowing Lilly's last gulp of baby piddle, I cleaned her cunny
thoroughly before gluing my mouth back onto my daughter's cunt, this time
determined to make her have the first orgasm of her little life.  However,
I knew I wasn't ready to cum yet myself, so I had to withdraw myself from
Monica's mouth.

   "Lick our baby daughter's pussy" I heard her call out as she began to
rub herself.  Clearly, she was enjoying this as much as I was, which was
shocking in itself, but I wasn't going to worry about that now.  "Make her
cum, so she grows up knowing all of the pleasures her daddy is going to
give her!"

   Holding one of Lilly's legs which each hand, I refocused my attention
back on her clit.  I could see her little tummy rising as her breathing got
shallower and quicker.  She was no longer making noises like she was
previously, now staring out into the distance, almost in a trance.  My
tongue was proving to me too much for her, and I knew she had to be getting
close.

   Without any warning whatsoever, Lilly began instinctively bending
backwards, pushing her pussy into the air and into my mouth further.  Her
hips began bucking against me and she let out a single moan, which was
almost enough to make me cum right then and there.  As her orgasm subsided,
she began kicking her legs quickly.  It was incredible, you could actually
see the waves of pleasure going through her.

   "Look at you, helping our little baby cum, such a good daddy you are."
Monica was still rubbing away at herself, the flushed look on her face
indicating she was about to cum herself.  However, we were both interrupted
by Lilly's crying.

   "Aw, poor baby," I said.  "I think it scared her."

   "She'll be fine," my wife replied.  "I was scared too when I had my
first orgasm, although I think I was 5 or 6.  I thought I was going to
die."

   I bent down and kissed Lilly's cheek, and she was already starting to
feel better.  In fact, she seemed to be doing great - I have never seen her
this happy and bubbly.

   There was only one problem - I was still incredibly hard, and my
erection didn't show any signs of going away.

   "A little more won't hurt her, right?" I asked my wife.  "Why don't you
come over here and help me out some more."

   Impatiently and excitedly, I pulled my pants all the way off and got on
the bed, kneeling over Lilly.  Monica knew exactly what I wanted.  She
grabbed my cock, and lined it up with our daughter's pussy.

   My god, it looked so huge - the head alone was enough to almost
completely cover her mound.  Nestling it inside Lilly's slit the best she
could, Monica began jerking me into her.

   It was so incredibly hot, the way my cock would part her little kitty
lips as my wife moved it up and down against her cunt.  I knew this was
going to be the start of something beautiful.  I have gotten a taste of
heaven, and there was no way I could go back.

   "Does that feel good honey?" my wife asked me.  "Does it feel good
rubbing yourself against your daughter's pussy this way?  I bet you can't
wait until you can fuck her.  We're going to teach our daughter to fuck her
daddy, aren't we?  And we're going to play together every day, aren't we
daddy?

   "Oh god Monica, you've got to stop.  You've got to stop, because if you
don't, I'm going to cum.  Oh god, I'm going to cum if you don't stop." I
was getting desperate.

   "You're going to cum honey?  You're going to cum all up inside our
baby's pussy?" Is Lilly gonna feel her daddy's cum for the first time
today?"

   "Oh god, I'm going to do it," I croaked out.

   Monica was concentrated on my cock, and when the first spurt shot out of
me, she pointed it right at our little girl's pussy, totally coating it
with my cum.  However, what she did next surprised me.  Lifting my cock up,
spurt after spurt began shooting across our baby's body, hitting her
stomach, her chest, and even parts of her face.  Her body was so tiny that
she was almost completely drenched after only a few shots - and still I was
shooting more, completely covering her with my baby batter.

   My final shots dribbled out of me as Monica slapped my cock back against
Lilly's tiny slot, rubbing it in further.

   "That was...  that was amazing," I said in astonishment.

   "That's right, and most importantly, you helped Lilly feel better too.
Don't forget" Monica winked.

   "Oh, right." In truth, I had completely forgotten.  "I'm going to go
ahead and clean her up, could you make me some food?"

   "Didn't you just eat?" my wife joked.  "Sure thing honey."

   "Thanks babe," I called out to her as she left the room.  Hey, wait. 
One more thing."

   "Yeah?" Monica sounded curious.

   "I want you to know right now that I'm going to fuck you hard tonight,
and I want you to bring Lilly in with us.  We're going to make you a baby
boy!"

   My wife only smiled as she turned away.
Click here to read part 2: A Taste Of The Future
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A Cure For Colic

Story Codes: MFg, Nepi, Ws, Inc
