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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Family Tradition
Keywords: MMFF/g, inc, pedo



   Family Tradition

   by David Stephens

   Sunday morning at the Baxter household was usually a relaxed time, with
tea and toast taken before the large-screen television, but today Marcia's
parents were visiting and so breakfast was a more formal affair at the
kitchen table, as Marcia knew that was what her mother would expect.

   Fenella Crosbie had a touch of the patrician about her with a dignified
air which didn't altogether give a true picture of her personality, for she
could show a lighter side of her nature in the right circumstances.  She
had a spare figure and her hair, which had once been as fair as her
daughter and granddaughter, was now a silvery white which added to her
distinguished appearance.  Her husband, Colin, was placid by nature but
with a regular twinkle in his eye which suggested that he regarded life
with quiet amusement.

   Breakfast proceeded leisurely, with the relaxed conversation which was
usual between family members who generally got on well together.  Colin and
Don, Marcia's husband, chatted about the current political situation while
Fenella and Marcia exchanged news about other members of the extended
family, with 6-year-old Rose chipping in now and then.

   Rose was a pretty child with ash-blonde hair and a sunny nature who was
adored by her parents and grandparents.  It would perhaps have been
noticeable to any outsider observing this everyday scene that the looks
they gave her were loving indeed, but imbued with something else which was
far more intimate.

   When the 6-year-old had finished the glass of milk which was her usual
breakfast beverage, her mother asked her if she wanted anything more to
drink, suggesting orange juice.

   Rose smiled mischievously.  "I'd like a mouthful of daddy's lovely
spunk, please, Mummy!" she said in her bright distinct tones.

   Marcia and her husband shared an amused smile, while Colin raised his
eyebrows but didn't otherwise seem particularly surprised by his
granddaughter's announcement.

   "Spunk?" queried Fenella, a look of distaste on her face.  "I'm not
quite sure what you mean, child, though if it's what I think I wish you
would use another term."

   "She's referring to semen, mother," said Marcia with a laugh, "as I'm
sure you realize.  `Spunk' is something she's got from Don, in more ways
than one, if you see what I mean."

   "There are so many of these slangy words around these days, and I can't
say that I approve.  When my father first started loving me, when I wasn't
much older than Rose, he used to ejaculate what he called his `seed' into
my mouth.  That is also an acceptable term, though I believe that `semen'
is better."

   It was typical of Fenella that she never talked of her father having
sexually abused or molested her as a little girl, rather he had `loved'
her, and that seemed the correct word to her, for from the very beginning
of her sexual relationship with him she regarded what he did to her as an
expression of his deep love, and in no way a form of abuse.

   "Did your daddy call you his `cum-bitch', Grannie, like my daddy calls
me?" Rose asked with a dimpling smile.

   "Certainly not, child!" said Fenella curtly, though after smiling to
herself she added: "Though he sometimes referred to me as his `semen slut',
which I suppose is the same kind of thing, though a little more euphonious
than `cum-bitch'."

   "Did your father usually ejaculate in your mouth, mother?" asked Marcia
curiously.  "Didn't he sometimes cum on your face?  I know that it all
started when he came into your bedroom in the early morning."

   "Yes, and I was still in bed, so he was afraid of leaving stains on the
sheets or pillow-slip if he ejaculated on my face, because he was always so
excited that his semen spurted all over the place.  He was terrified of
mother finding out about our sexual play, but of course it wasn't long
before she did discover us `in flagrante' as it were, with his hand down my
knickers and mine grasping his erect penis."

   "I've never quite understood what your mother really thought about what
you got up to with your father," said Marcia.  "I know she accepted the
situation, in a manner, but she can't have been happy about it, to put it
mildly."

   "That's the curious thing.  I believe she was happy, and was
increasingly to become so.  If father had taken up with another woman she
would definitely have been deeply unhappy, but keeping it in the family was
somehow acceptable in a strange kind of way.  The fact that I was only a
9-year-old didn't seem to bother her at all.  She had always told me that I
was a pretty girl and apparently thought it quite understandable that my
father was sexually attracted to me."

   "And didn't she stipulate that if your father wanted some kind of sexual
intimacy with you, there was to be no question of you both quietly slipping
away to a bedroom?"

   "That's right.  She didn't want to feel as though she was someone to be
avoided, and so father and I got used to used to taking part in various
kinds of sexual activity under her eye, as it were.  At first she tried to
act as though she wasn't aware of what was going on, but before long she
became noticeably excited and eventually she started to masturbate,
discreetly at first and then more openly."

   "But she never took an active part in your love-making with your
father?"

   Fenella shook her head.  "Father wanted her to, and so did I, but it
seems that she was quite content being an observer.  Sometimes, when I was
fellating father, he pulled out of my mouth and ejaculated on mother's
face, or down her cleavage, or in her hair.  That did excite her greatly, I
know, but usually she would just masturbate as she watched us make love,
though by the end of a few weeks her initial discretion was forgotten.  At
that stage she had left off wearing panties in the house, so that she could
quickly lift up her dress and play with herself as she watched us."

   "Well that certainly wasn't the situation when daddy first started
interfering with me, was it?  You couldn't keep your hands off me, mother!
It was absolutely wonderful!"

   "It was wonderful for your father and me too, Marcia, but to get back to
Rose's somewhat extraordinary request, what I would like to know is why the
child only asks for Don's semen?  Your father's semen is equally as
palatable, as you should well know, having swallowed a good deal of the
stuff over the years."

   "I quite agree!  The last time you were here, daddy pushed me on to my
knees one evening, in the kitchen, and positively raped my mouth and came
down my throat, and I must say his cum was as delicious as always!"

   "Granddad spunked on my face the last time he was here," explained Rose,
"but he didn't do it in my mouth.  That's why I don't know what his spunk
tastes like.  I just know that daddy's is super yummy!"

   "Well, I don't see why Rose can't have a cocktail of her daddy's and
grandpa's cum," Marcia said, judging from her mother's expression that this
suggestion was agreeable to her.

   "Can I suck off daddy and granddad now, then?" asked Rose hopefully.

   "No you can't!" said her grandmother.  "Even for this family, fellatio
at the breakfast table is a step too far.  I would suggest that the
gentlemen leave the room and do what they need to, taking a glass with
them. That seems a more civilized way of arranging things, and I'm sure
you're mother agrees with me."

   "Of course I do, Fenella.  Go on then, chaps.  Do the best you can for
the little cum-slut!"

   Don and Colin departed with good grace, laughingly promising the
6-year-old to return with a glass brimming with semen.  Rose was
experienced enough to know not to expect anything like that.  A mouthful,
as she had requested, would be quite sufficient, and surely, she thought,
her father and grandfather could easily produce that between them.

   The two men reappeared shortly, Colin handing the glass to his wife. 
Fenella dipped a fingertip into the copious semen and licked it
appreciatively.

   "Not bad at all, gentleman.  I think a connoisseur of spunk like
yourself, Rose, will enjoy this."

   "You called it `spunk' Grandma!" said the 6-year-old, as the glass was
passed to her.

   "Yes, well, one must learn to keep up with the current idiom, I suppose.
`Spunk' as an alternative to `semen' has a certain crude charm about it,
and I don't imagine that you're going to stop using it, so I may as well
get used to the fact."

   Rose had no idea what `connoisseur' meant, but that word could certainly
be accurately applied to the way she dealt with the cum mixture in the
bottom of her glass.  Not for her the quick gulp and swallow of one whose
main desire was to get rid of the stuff as rapidly as possible.  Instead
she slowly sipped the gooey liquid, swilling it around her mouth to fully
appreciate its flavour and creamy consistency, and playfully allowing some
of it to dribble from between her slightly parted lips and down her chin.

   "Don't let it drip on to your top, child," cautioned Fenella.  "Even the
smallest amount of semen is precious and should end up down your throat, or
in your vagina, or rectum - or at least somewhere on your body, not as a
stain on your clothes!"

   Rose smiled as she nonchalantly sucked the dribbles of cum back into her
mouth, licking her semen-smeared lips with lascivious delectation.

   "What does that mean on your top, girl?" asked her grandmother.  "Who
exactly is this c.p.  that you love?  Do I know him?"

   "It's not a him, mother!" laughed Marcia.  "What she loves is child
pornography.  We look at a lot of the stuff on the laptop and it gets Rose
really excited before we have a sex session.  She says she'd love to be a
child porn camgirl, with thousands of horny perverts masturbating as they
watch her being abused."

   "It seems to me," said Fenella, turning to her granddaughter, who was
now swallowing her mouthful of warm semen, "that it's high time that Rose
had intercourse with her father, and that today is the perfect day.  I
always thought that I was about the right age at nine when father took me
for the first time, and that you, Marcia, were decidedly on the young side
at seven when Colin started with you.  Now we have this 6-year-old nymphet,
who's a young looking six at that, and I really do believe that she's ready
to be Don's lover."

   "Don't forget me!" said Colin.  "Rose is enough of a slut to take on the
both of us, don't you think?"

   "No doubt, but her father should naturally have the opportunity to use
her first, and we still haven't decided whether that's going to involve
vaginal or anal intercourse, or both indeed, if it's decided that's a
possibility."

   Marcia looked pensive.  "I found daddy's cock easier to take in my
bottom than my pussy at first, but on the other hand I don't think Don will
be able to say that he completely owns Rose sexually until he's penetrated
her vagina.  What's your opinion, Rosie, darling?  This does concern you
first and foremost, after all."

   The 6-year-old wrinkled her pretty nose and thought for a moment. 
"Couldn't daddy do me in both holes, Mummy?  I'd like him in my cunt first
and then my bum."

   "That's a possible solution," Marcia said, with a smile.  "You'd have to
allow him some time to recover after cunt-fucking you, before he sodomizes
you, though.  If it comes to that, you perhaps would also need recovery
time."

   "Perhaps Colin could have anal sex with Rose," suggested Fenella,
receiving an appreciative look from her husband.  "If the child then wants
more, and one assumes that such a wanton slut will want more, he and Don
could then use her at the same time, with Colin in her vagina and Don in
her bottom."

   "That sounds an ideal scenario to me," said Marcia happily.  "I think
it's a fair assumption that Rose is going to be a cock-happy little whore
from her first fuck onwards, and though some may say that double
penetration is too much for a 6-year-old, particularly after she's already
had both holes fucked, in my darling's case I believe that it's a fully
viable option."

   "Well the ladies seem to have little need of our contribution, Colin,"
said Don, with a grin, "but I for one am more than happy to go along with
what they say."

   "So am I!" agreed Colin.  "Which is hardly surprising with the
delightful prospect of getting my cock in both of Rosie's fuck-holes, when
I wasn't sure that I was going to get it in even one hole for some time at
least."

   "Must you be so crude, darling?" said Fenella.  "Trust you to talk about
your sweet 6-year-old granddaughter having `fuck-holes' as though she's
some kind of raddled whore.  Whore she may be, but remember that she's a
child and ought to be treated with more respect."

   "I don't think that Rose is likely to be insulted by daddy referring to
her `fuck-holes', mother," said Marcia.  "As a term for my little girl's
vagina and anus it is undoubtedly a little crude, but they could be
described as holes and God knows she's desperate to have hard cock filling
them!"

   Fenella said nothing but appeared to be unimpressed by her daughter's
arguments.  "Be that as it may, Marcia, can we return to Rose and see if
she fully understands what we have in store for her, and if she's happy to
go along with it?"

   Attention turned to the 6-year-old, who smiled and said; "Daddy fucks my
cunt, grandad fucks my ass - then they d.p.  me, with daddy in my bum and
gramps in my twat.  I can't wait!"

   "The growing depravity of that child never cease to amaze me!" said
Fenella.  "When my father had me for the first time I was excited, yes, but
also extremely apprehensive, and at the age of nine had never even heard of
double penetration, let alone imagined that two men could use me in that
way."

   "I do believe, though, that you became accustomed to the idea," said
Marcia dryly, winking at her father.

   "Yes, but I was eleven by then and Colin a few years older when father
introduced him to me.  The pair of them used me disgracefully, I must say.
The first I knew of double penetration was when they took me to bed one
night and before I knew what was happening were both thrusting into me.  Of
course there was no question of them asking me if I was ready for that -
but then that's men for you, as you will no doubt find out, Rose."

   "Did you enjoy having two cocks inside you, Grandma?" asked Rose.

   "Enjoyment wasn't my initial feeling, I must say.  It was too
overpowering an experience for that.  I was already half in love with
Colin, and to have him and my beloved father thrusting deep inside me with
so much force was so intense that it took a while before I did actually
begin to enjoy the experience."

   "Who was in your cunt, Grandma?"

   "Colin.  Father had from the first intended him to be my future husband,
and so believed that my vagina belonged to him, while he himself nearly
always had anal sex with me after that time.  Of course he did sometimes
penetrate me vaginally, but only after asking Colin's permission, which he
always gave."

   "Colin was only thirteen then, wasn't he, mother?" asked Marcia.

   "Yes, but even then it was generally agreed that I was his property.  As
I say, if father wanted to have vaginal sex with me, he made the request to
Colin.  My permission wasn't asked for or required, which I accepted
totally.  It was understood that I was to make myself available for sex
with either or both of them whenever they wished it, which I recognized was
as it should be."

   Rose looked a little confused.  "Daddy, will you be finding a boyfriend
for me, so that I have someone who my cunt belongs to?"

   Don laughed.  "In time, yes, darling.  For a good while, though, I want
your lovely cunt to be freely accessible.  We do need to find the right man
for you eventually - one day you'll hopefully have a little girl of your
own and it's vital that your husband takes it for granted that both you and
he will be having a sexual relationship with her."

   "You have the family tradition to uphold, child," said Fenella.  "It's
not a tradition of long-standing, admittedly, but it's important
nonetheless.  We can talk about all this another time, though.  For now,
let's concentrate on today.  I take it that we can all agree that this
afternoon is the perfect time for Rose to lose her vaginal and anal
virginity.  Is she going to wear something special - something that's
really sexy and slutty, as befits such a lovely whore?"

   Marcia thought for a moment.  "Well, it's pointless dressing her in very
much, as the chaps will no doubt have her stripped naked in seconds anyway.
I think her little camisole top will look good with those tiny white
panties with `fuckbitch' on them, and her favourite blue-and-white striped
socks which come up to her mid-thigh and look super-sexy."

   "What about make-up?" asked Fenella.  "Just a touch would be nice, don't
you think?  Perhaps lipstick and eyeshadow?"

   "Yes, that would be good.  I have a shocking-pink lipstick which I've
never used but would look good on Rosie.  Also some violet eyeshadow which
should look effective on her."

   "Can I have nail polish on, Mummy?" asked the 6-year-old eagerly.

   "I don't see why not.  I've got some brilliant red nail polish which
will look super on your fingers and toes, unless you'd like pink to match
your lipstick?"

   "No, Mummy, I'd prefer the red polish."

   "So be it, child.  Has anyone got any more ideas?"

   Colin looked a little sheepish as he poured out another cup of coffee.
"I hope you don't mind, Marcia, but I spotted this in a sex shop I visit
occasionally and I thought of Rosie immediately.  I remembered how hot she
looks in her tiny white knickers, so I got the girl to inscribe it with
something appropriate, as you'll see."

   He pulled a narrow leather collar from his pocket and showed it to his
daughter.  A rectangular polished steel plate at the front of the collar
bore the inscription `fuckbitch' and Marcia's immediate glowing smile told
Colin that he had done the right thing.

   "It's just what Rosie wanted, Dad!  It's a perfect match for her panties
- just the final touch needed for her to look like the ultimate babywhore!"

   "That's a relief!  I know you like me to consult you before I buy
anything sexy for Rose, but I couldn't resist that collar.  I don't suppose
you think I deserve something for my foresight?  I thought perhaps you'd
come upstairs with me?"

   "I'm quite agreeable, but remember that Rosie also deserves something -
a damn good seeing to this afternoon!"

   "I think you'll find that I'm more than virile enough to give both of
you a good seeing to!" declared Colin as he rose from the breakfast table
and took hold of his daughter's hand.

   "Is granddad going to fuck you, Mummy?" asked Rose as she looked
admiringly at her new collar.

   "I believe that's the general idea," laughed Marcia.

   "Can I come and watch you, and lick your cunt out when granddad's had
you?  Daddy's spunk tastes really good when I eat your pussy after he's
fucked you, and I want to see if granddad's is as good."

   "When mother referred to your depravity," said Marcia, "I thought she
was perhaps overstating things a touch.  My little girl is a lecherous
slut, admittedly, I thought, but you could hardly call her depraved.  I may
have to revise that opinion!"

   She held her other hand out to the 6-year-old.  "Come on, then, my
little depraved one.  Come and watch mummy being fucked and then you can
clean her spunky cunt out with your tongue!"

   When Don and Fenella were alone at the table, Fenella looked at her
son-in-law and smiled at him.  "Well, young man, I don't see why my husband
and your wife should have all the fun.  Perhaps we could use your spare
bedroom for a little fun of our own?"

   Don readily agreed, for, despite her somewhat forbidding demeanour and
austere appearance, Fenella was an enthusiastic and imaginative bedmate, as
he had discovered on several previous occasions.

   "I'd like you to take me up the bottom, this time, Don, if you don't
mind," said Fenella as they made their way to the spare bedroom.  "Colin
gave my pussy a hard pounding last night and I'm still very sore down
there!"

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   A few hours later, everyone was in the living-room ready for the taking
of Rose's vaginal and anal virginity.  The 6-year-old herself, it was
generally agreed, was looking even sexier than usual in her skimpy camisole
top, ultra-brief panties and thigh-length blue-and-white socks, not to
mention her `fuckbitch' leather collar.

   Her father was already sitting naked on the sofa, his cock fully erect,
eager to cunt-fuck his darling little girl but aware that she was looking a
little apprehensive.

   "I'll take Rosie's panties off," said Colin, "but leave her top and
socks on - she looks particularly hot like that."

   "Come and stand astride me, sweetie," said Don, "with your back to me,
so that I can lower you down on to my cock."

   "Yes, Daddy," said the 6-year-old, taking up her place so that her
father could hold her by the waist and position her plump pussy mound
against the tip of his pulsing cock.

   "I'm not going to push into you yet, darling.  Just lower yourself until
you can feel my cockhead easing into the opening of your vagina first."

   Don was confident that the 6-year-old was ready for full sex, for both
her vagina and anus had been penetrated by both fingers and vibrators for
several months, though none of the vibrators used had matched the girth of
his or Colin's penises.

   "It's going in, Daddy!" cried Rose after a short while.  "Your cock's in
me, Daddy!  Fuck me really hard now!  Use me as your whore, Daddy!"

   Don thrust upwards into his little girl and gave her what she demanded,
despite his initial decision to treat her very gently, given that it was
her first time.  He spread his hands across her unformed chest, holding her
to him tightly as he drove his rock-hard cock deep into her immature cunt
until he came, much sooner than he had wanted to but understandably so, he
thought, given his deep arousal.

   Before Rose realized what was happening, her grandfather had taken her
daddy's place and she could feel his cock probing between her bum cheeks
and butting against her anal sphincter.

   "Relax your bottom, Rosie," said Colin, "and let me in.  I'm going to
bugger you senseless!"

   He put is hands under the 6-year-old's knees and tilted her backwards so
that the onlookers had a clear view of his thick cock stretching her pink
anus open as it slid slowly into her rectum.

   "Fuck my ass hard!" cried Rose as her grandfather began to piston his
cock a good way into the clutch of her stretched sphincter.

   "You can tell that my little girl watches a lot of porn!" laughed
Marcia, leaning forward to lick up the cum dribbling from between the
6-year-old's reddened pussy lips.

   "Can I get into her pussy, now?" asked Colin, after a few minutes of
vigorous buggering, "if we're going to d.p.  her, that is.  I want to cum
in her pussy, if you're hard enough to take my place in her ass, Don."

   "Don't worry about that.  Let's leave Rosie as she is and I'll swap
places with you."

   The 6-year-old's anus was still open enough for Don to ease his cock
into it without too much trouble.  He gripped her thighs and held her legs
open as above him Colin inserted his swollen shaft into the little girl's
abused vagina.

   Rosie cried all the way through her first experience of double
penetration, but only because, as her grandmother had discovered, it was
such an overwhelming experience for a young child.  It wasn't until just
before her father and grandfather both shot their loads inside her that she
began to positively enjoy having two hard cocks slamming into her tiny
body. She remembered the word inscribed on her collar and panties and
thought, `I'm daddy's fuckbitch and granddad's fuckbitch, and that's what I
want to be more than anything in the world!'

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