Shayla

By Charlotte Simmons

Chapter 1

I have a deep, dark secret. At eighteen, I’m a child abuser and am in love with a two and a half year-old mulatto girl named Shayla and her black mother. I know it’s is wrong to sexually abuse a child — a baby — but I just can’t help myself. I guess the best way to explain how it all started is to tell my story from the beginning…

My name is David Cummings. I’m a senior in high school and extremely – no, cripplingly shy. I’m about five feet seven and weigh 135 pounds with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. I have a hard time making friends and instead, spend my time studying, reading and doing well in school. I’ve never been out on a date and just the thought of approaching a girl makes me tense, anxious and want to panic.

What’s worse is the fact that being a teenager, my hormones are going crazy. I see all the other kids my age dating, partying and having sex and it only makes me withdraw even more into my fantasy world. I walk around with a hard-on a lot and have to walk down the halls with my books in front of me to cover my erection. I learned how to masturbate when I was twelve by overhearing a conversation in the locker room one day after gym. Since then, I usually beat off about three times a day to relieve the tension of being so socially isolated.

I have noticed that the type of girls I’m attracted to is small and immature looking: not like the big tittied bimbos most of the other guys like to chase. In other words, they look like little girls. There aren’t that many girls in high school that fit that description, but the middle school that adjoins the high school is full of them. I sit out in the quad at lunchtime and perv on them as they giggle and titter amongst themselves.

My dad is an engineer and my mom is an accountant and my parents are rather reserved. Dad is a lot stricter than Mom and she’s always prodding me to ask a girl out: even if it’s only to come over to our house to do homework, research or to do a school project. Other than that, they pretty much ignore me and leave me to myself. They are both rather ambivalent towards me and I’ve always had the feeling that they wish they never had me. Mom is just trying to get me to the point where I might find someone — anyone — get married and move out.

What got me started on little girls was when I got my own computer at thirteen and started high school. I’d heard talk of all the porn on the internet and decided that if I couldn’t get near enough to a girl to see her naked, then maybe I could see what they looked like in pictures.

I looked at tons of different sites that showed teens and women and I was totally turned off by the big tits, hairy pussies and to see those inner lips hanging down like two flaps of wrinkled up ugly skin. I started looking for teens that were petite, flat chested and didn’t have any of those ugly pussy flaps hanging between their pussy lips, but they were few and far between. It was then that I was able to find those preteen modeling sites that showed young girls from the ages of about five on up in their underwear. They were posed in suggestive poses with their legs open and showing their little camel toed pussy slits through their panties and their budding little titties as puffy points poking out of their undershirts or swimsuits.

When I was sixteen, I was finally able to stumble onto some links that showed them naked. When I saw the first photo of a girl about eight with her legs spread open showing her little slit, I came in my shorts! I spent six months pouring over photos of naked little girls. Their pussy slits were so plump, sleek and beautiful without those ugly flaps of skin. In fact, some of them hadn’t even started growing those ugly inner lips yet and their pussies looked so sweet and perfect. Besides their fat, plump pussy lips and clean grooved pink creases, their clits seemed to be the most prominent feature of their vulvas.

I began to notice that when I started looking at these preteen girls, my interest was in girls from ten to twelve. They were just starting to get those titty bumps, but they were also starting to grow those ugly pussy flaps. As a result, my preference dropped to eight year olds, but even some of them already had the beginnings of those dreadful inner lips. So again my favorite age group became five or six. They seemed just right to me and I sought out this age group with a vengeance.

What changed me forever was when one day while surfing, I somehow hit a link that directed me to a pedo sex site. I beat off four times just looking at all the samples they had. The group of photos that really struck a nerve with me and made my dick so hard it could cut diamonds was a series with a little black girl of maybe two, no more than three. One photo showed her sucking a white man’s cock and she had the head and maybe a little more in her mouth as she held the long shaft in both of her tiny hands. She even had her lips covering her teeth so she didn’t bite the meat in her mouth. That was good for the first load I pumped into the towel. The second showed this same white man putting his big cock, which looked huge compared to her tiny body, in her ass. This three shot sequence showed the head starting to go in, then the head was inside her and the last, judging from the man’s original size, he had maybe two or three inches inside her baby butt. I blew my second load over that one. The next photo showed the man’s cock head inside this tiny baby’s pussy. The next photo showed his dick pulled out of her pussy and sitting under her gaping little cunt hole with a big dollop of cum seeping out of her just fucked pussy: needless to say, I blew load number three on that one. The last photo showed the tiny tot with her legs open and a big smile on her face as she peed a stream up into the air. I blew load number four just thinking about what her little baby piss would taste like! I saved those photos in an encrypted file and beat off to them every night dreaming of having that little baby’s body to play with.

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By coincidence, another event took place just four weeks later that would change my life forever.

My mother is a very close friend of our next-door neighbor, Sandy. Sandy is a young attractive caramel colored black woman about twenty-five, petite — maybe five foot tops and about a hundred pounds or so with almost no titties. She’s single, light skinned and she has an eighteen month-old daughter named Shayla. She is a nurse that works shift work.

Shayla is half white and half black. She has a very light brown complexion, kind of like coffee with cream in it or maybe honey. She has white features and a smile that’s absolutely captivating. She’s very tiny, maybe only two and a half feet tall, thin, but not skinny with shoulder length ringlet-curled black hair.

After finding these pedo photos on the Internet, I started paying a lot of attention to Shayla and fantasizing that she was that girl in the photos with my white dick abusing her. Needless to say, I paid very close attention to Shayla.

Sandy was always over at our house talking to Mom when I got home from school. I would take Shayla into the living room and play with her and observe. Over the next month or so I watched and memorized everything about her: the way she toddled around, every detail of her body from her beautiful face, her little pot belly to her teeny tiny feet. Living in Florida, most of the time she was only dressed in an undershirt and a diaper. I would chase her around, gently tackle her and tickle her. I’d pin her to the floor, raise her T-shirt and blow zoobers all over her belly. I memorized her baby fresh smell of baby powder and the softness of her skin. Having a mother that worked long hours, she was usually in daycare and without a father. It quickly became evident that Shayla was starved for, craved and adored affection. She would do anything I suggested for the reward of being cuddled, hugged and kissed.

After a few of these little romps, I began to slowly take some liberties and see how she’d react. While having her undershirt up, I’d kiss and suck on the tiny quarter inch, light brown dots that were her nipples and she would just look down at me and smile. I would kiss and suck on her tiny feet and toes and she loved it. Sometimes, she’d actually stick her foot up and wiggle her toes, inviting my oral ministrations to her feet. I would kiss her face and mouth. On several occasions I licked across her lips and she playfully did the same to me, giggling the whole time.

On one such occasion when I had her T-shirt up and licking her belly button, in her fit of laughter she inadvertently pulled on the tab on her diaper. Her twisting and squirming opened the diaper and I saw the top of her tiny fat, puffy baby pussy. Her pussy lips were very, very fat with a huge clitoral hood. I leaned in and smelled her pussy and she had a sweet powdery smell with the hint of urine. I kissed her right on her cleft, and she stopped giggling and squirming and just looked at me with her chin on her chest. I kissed her again and took a lingering lick of the top of her pussy. She gasped a little and then smiled at me. As I refastened her diaper, I knew I was hooked. I picked her up and held her close and she melted into my embrace. “I love you, Shayla. You’re my little princess.” She looked up with a smile and I kissed her on the lips. She leaned up gave me a wet peck and said, “I wuv you, Dabid.”

Just then, Sandy called out from the kitchen, asking me if she was wet. I answered, “I don’t know. How do you know when she’s peed?”

“Just stick your fingers down the front of her diaper and feel if it’s wet.”

With trembling hands, I laid her down on the sofa and knelt down beside her. I stuck my hand down the front of her diaper and she was wet. But before I answered, I pulled my hand out, turned it around and slid my hand down over her fat soft pussy. I just gently slid my hand up and down the length of her lips and came in my pants as I relished a softness that was beyond indescribable. Shayla just lay there with her thumb in her mouth and smiled silently at me as I stroked her. I whispered to her, “You are so beautiful! I love you, Shayla.”

She smiled around her thumb and began to suck as I stroked her beautifully fat, soft baby pussy. I pulled my hand out and smelled my fingers. They had a very, very light musky smell mixed with baby powder and urine. I called out to Sandy after I licked my fingers, “Miss Sandy, she’s wet.”

“All right. Do you think you can change her or do you want me to do it?”

“I think I can do it. I mean, how hard can changing a diaper be?”

“You’re my kind of man. David. If you were a few years older, I’d marry you!”

I picked up my little princess and carried her to the kitchen and asked, “Where’s her diaper bag?

“I didn’t bring it over. Just take her home and it’s sitting on the chair in the dining room. Go ahead and change her and bring her back, okay?”

“Sure. Be back in a few,” I said as I headed out the door.

Walking the fifty feet to her house, I realized that I’d be alone with my little girl and had permission to remove and change her diaper. I’d get to see her entire pussy, her tiny butt cheeks and even her little asshole. I was hard as a rock before I hit the back door! On the way over, I held Shayla in my arms and she had one arm around my neck and the thumb from her other hand stuck in her mouth.

I entered the house and quickly found the diaper bag. I took out a small bottle of baby powder, the wipes and a fresh diaper. I laid out a towel then put her down on the dining room table and with trembling hands, peeled open the tabs on her diaper. Shayla had her legs open, but resting flat on the table. As I lowered the soiled diaper, her fat, puffy honey colored pussy in all its glory slowly came into view.

Her pussy was so beautiful I felt weak in the knees and leaned against the table at this glorious sight! Shayla’s pussy was so fat, it looked out of proportion with the rest of her body with a very predominate clitoral hood peeking out from between her fat, puffy pussy lips. I slowly picked up her legs and spread them open to reveal her entire genital region. Her plump little butt cheeks were soft and warm and I could see her tiny, wrinkled little star. Her asshole was about a half inch in diameter and was a light chocolate brown. I kissed all over both of her tiny cheeks and then kissed her dimpled star.

Shayla just lay there, compliant and silent as I took in her intimate features sucking her thumb. I picked her up and moved her to the edge of the table and knelt. Laying her legs on the table, open and with the soles of her feet almost touching, I slowly ran the back of my hand up and down her cashmere soft vulva. She suddenly removed her thumb from her mouth and I heard an intake of breath. She looked down and smiled and I smiled back at her.

I gently peeled open her fat little peach to reveal the most beautiful coral colored slit. With her legs wide open and her lips pried apart, her clitty hood looked enormous. I could see her tiny pee hole and her vaginal opening. Opening her a little more, revealed her vaginal entrance; a tiny hole about a half-inch in diameter and her hymen was clearly visible. It was a thin whitish colored membrane with a tiny hole in the center about an eighth of an inch in diameter.

I leaned in and took in her scent. With my nose right at her cunny opening, she was muskier yet still very faint. I licked her crease from her tiny anus to her clit and she audibly gasped and looked down at me with a surprised look on her face. I smiled at her and she silently smiled back. Taking this as a sign that she wasn’t frightened, I began to lick her in earnest. She squealed and squeaked a few times and then began to breathe through her mouth.

I just couldn’t take it anymore, so I rose up and undoing my fly, fished out my dick. I was so hard it ached. I placed the head of my dick at the bottom of her crease and began to slide it up and down, adding my precum to my saliva. When I reached the top of her slit, I’d stop and rub her little clitty with the head. After several minutes of this she reached down to feel what was rubbing her. As soon as she touched the head of my dick with her fingers, I shot off right against her little clitty. The first shot sprayed up and over her slit and onto her fingers. The second and third coated her entire pussy with cum. The intensity of my orgasm and the sight of my white cum against her honey colored skin, I collapsed to the floor on my knees.

Shayla then pulled her hand up and looking at the cum on her fingers, put them in her mouth and began to suck them out of curiosity. Seeing this, I leaned in and licked her cum coated pussy. She just sucked her fingers as I cleaned her.

I then realized that I’d probably taken more time than was necessary to change her, so I hurriedly cleaned her with a wipe and refitted a clean diaper on her. I leaned over the table and kissed her gently on the lips. I whispered to her, “Did you like that? Did it feel good?”

With her fingers still in her mouth, she silently nodded.

“Would you like me to do that again sometime?”

Again, she slowly nodded.

“Then you must promise me something, Shayla. You must promise me you won’t tell anyone about our secret game, do you understand?”

Again she nodded as she pulled her fingers out of her mouth.

“If you tell, I will get into a lot of trouble and we will never, ever be able to see each other again, do you understand?”

“I pwomise.”

“Good girl! I love you, Shayla. You’re the most beautiful girl in the world!”

“I wuv you too, Dabid.”

With that, I picked up my two year-old lover and went back home.