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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Trading The Kids
Part: Chapter 1
Keywords: MF/g, inc, pedo



   Trading the Kids - Chapter 1

   by David Stephens



   Grace Lawley entered the study on that bright autumn afternoon intending
the mundane task of completing some online shopping she had started on the
previous evening.  Her husband, Chris, wouldn't be home from the office for
a couple of hours and so she had plenty of time to shop, and also, perhaps,
discover just what had kept Chris so busy early that morning.  The study
was theoretically for the use of both of them, but Chris had more or less
appropriated it for his own use and he spent a fair amount of time in there
on his computer - on business matters mainly, or so he said.  That being
so, Grace couldn't understand why her husband had been so flustered that
morning when she had brought him in a cup of coffee, swiftly closing his
browser window.  Something similar had happened on a number of other
occasions and she was keen to discover what Chris was hiding from her.

   Her laptop having developed a hard drive problem, she had a legitimate
reason for using the study computer.  Waking it up from hibernation mode,
she was delighted to see that the internet browser was open now and that
her husband had omitted to delete the browser history.  That in itself was
unusual, as Chris was generally careful to safeguard his privacy.  Pushing
that slight problem to one side for the time being, she began
systematically clicking on the history links, looking for something to
explain his suspicious behaviour.

   She had almost given up hope, after clicking on a number of innocuous
links, most of them connected with his actuarial business, when she came
upon something which she found hard to take in, so shocking was it.  It
appeared to be an online club for the parents of young children, opened at
a page of advertisements which disturbed her so much that she began to feel
slightly nauseous.  At first she thought they must be a pornographic
fantasy, which would still have been upsetting enough, but as she read the
complete page, with an increasing sense of amazement, she became convinced
that the adverts were, in fact, genuine.

   Grace couldn't help but think of her own two children, 3-year-old Laurie
and 6-month-old Rosa, as she feverishly read through the adverts, thoughts
which unsettled her even more even as she sought to cast them from her
mind.

   This is what Grace read on that fateful afternoon.

   UNDER FIVE SECTION

   MOTHER SEEKING TOILET TRAINING FOR HER BABY

   A photo of Carol, aged 3.  She is dressed in a tiny suspender belt and
stockings, and lies smiling with her thighs spread just a little, showing a
tantalizing glimpse of white panties.  A second photo shows the tiny girl's
thighs chained wide open.  The 3-year-old is now naked, blindfolded with
her mum's panties and gagged with her own.  Her mother, Holly, holds her
baby's sex wide open with one hand.  The child's anus is also provocatively
exposed and vulnerable.

   Hi.  My name is Holly and this is my little darling, Carol, aged 3.  She
is a lovely child - sparkling-eyed, brightly smiling, utterly innocent and
open.  I find I can no longer resist the growing need to seek suitable
pedophiles, or groups of them, for my little Carol.  I long to watch her
seduced, corrupted and addicted to 'dirty sex'.  I need you to gently train
my baby, so she is addicted to any and every perversion of your choice.  My
only restrictions are that she must not be forced, frightened or badly
marked.  I will prepare, soothe, explain and ready her for any perversion
you choose.  I am open to all suggestions, however extreme, but I do favour
married couples, aged 20-40, who love pee-play with toddlers and use it as
a reward/punishment during training for prolonged face-sitting.

   MOTHER WISHES TO WATCH.

   Do you dream of finding a little, shy, 5-year-old who would eagerly lick
and love-bite you everywhere and anywhere under her Mum's supervision -
feet, face, breasts, armpits, thighs, between your legs and, especially, a
stiff tiny tongue deep up inside your anus ?  I have a dream of watching my
Penny trained to give this service - including prolonged face-sitting where
the scent and taste of your demanding anus becomes everything they desire.
I'd love to hear her little voice saying how beautiful the lady's brown
anus is, how it wasn't quite clean but, oh, she loved the taste and scent
of it there all the better anyway.  Afterwards, we could all deep kiss to
share these delicious anal discoveries.  I know that if she was really
happy, Penny would look at you with her big, blue eyes and promise not to
wash her face or clean her teeth tonight so the lovely scent of your anus
will remain on her face and in her mouth.  Perhaps you could even leave
your panties as a memento so she can sniff and lick them front and back to
remember you that night?

   All suggestions will be carefully considered.  Very willing to bring my
child to your address.

   VERY DISCREET NURSING MOTHERS GROUP SEEKS NEW MEMBERS

   We like to gather privately to admire and share the sexual charms of our
babies.  Group masturbation while breastfeeding is a typical activity, as
is watching other mothers molesting the baby of their choice, and being
watched.  We encourage new mothers to tongue kiss their babies in every way
and to learn the pleasure of observing other women using them sexually.

   Mothers may bring their male partners and preteen children to watch or
participate.

   SOPHISTICATED BUSINESSWOMAN IN CITY MID-JANUARY

   I require mothers and their daughters, aged 2 to 5, who together need to
be dominated, degraded and corrupted.  I require oral worship
simultaneously from you both in bondage.  No fees and no limits on the
perversions I will demand from your tiny child.

   MARRIED COUPLE WITH GIRLS AGED 3 AND 5

   We have strong fantasies about our family being controlled and trained
in kink by another couple or a pedophile ring.  We are both submissive and
also wish the girls to learn to serve your needs.  We need to be humiliated
in front of our children and to watch them depersonalised as sextoys.  We
now accept our family destiny is to be controlled by perversion and fetish.

   BREASTFEEDING

   Shy solo mother finds breastfeeding very erotic and now wishes to share.
I love to watch and be watched, so I am seeking a suitable, kind gentlemen
who might find it very stimulating to observe me rubbing myself while I
breastfeed and also spread my tiny baby's thighs very wide for you to look,
comment and touch.  I don't mind if you take your trousers off to stroke
yourself and spill on both of us while all this happens.

   HOUSE-PUPPY NEEDED

   Nice, educated middle-class family seeking contact with understanding
parents who would find it stimulating to provide their daughter for
training as a pet-girl.  We ideally want an obedient, passive little bitch
aged 4-6.  She must learn to act, think and have the desires of a little
dog.  Unusual sexual rewards and punishments during training must be
expected.  We can provide a very realistic tail for her tiny, erotic
hindquarters and a suitable dog-collar/lead and diapers if she has to
remain indoors on a wet day.  You can be assured she will be fed
high-quality dog food.  Our own girls are looking forward to playing
"fetch" games with their panties and, of course, will expect a very eager
puppy-girl tongue to lick their feet and other places.  As parents we are
hoping you will be very stimulated that she will be treated as an animal
and have absolutely no human rights when our own preteens "experiment' with
her in the bathroom.

   - - - - o o O o o - - -

   As she read this litany of pedophilic perversion, Grace became
increasingly horrified - how could young parents who, no doubt, were as
outwardly normal as Chris and herself, subject their little girls to such
debauchery, to such extreme depravity?  That was the point, though, wasn't
it, she thought.  Was her husband really so different from such people?  At
the very least, Chris was interested in such things - she could hardly
believe that he had somehow stumbled on the site by accident.  And what did
that mean, exactly?  Were the adverts a means of supplying material for his
pedophilic fantasies, or was he seriously considering answering one of
them, or even - the idea momentarily stunned her - placing one himself?

   So many unanswered questions.  Only Chris could supply the answers,
though she couldn't imagine how she was going to bring up this matter with
him.  She had always imagined herself to be conventionally-minded where sex
was concerned, pedophilia being one area where her opinions were completely
orthodox.  Sex with children was wrong, that was all there was to it.  She
had always assumed that her husband held the same opinion, though she had
never discussed the matter with him.  How could she have been so wrong
about someone so close to her?

   Grace felt sick to her stomach and totally disoriented, unable to decide
what she should do next.  Something would have to be done, but her mind was
a mass of confused thoughts.  If only there was someone she could talk to,
but the idea of discussing such a matter with even her closest friend was
inconceivable.

   And then, out of the whirling tangle of her thoughts, there came to her
the notion that perhaps her own behaviour had in some way caused her
husband to take the first steps on the road which led to him to seek out
pedophilic material.  She had to admit to herself that her sexual
inhibitions had caused her to reject Chris's regular attempts to persuade
her to spice up their love life by agreeing to a variety of kinky and
fetishistic practices which excited him but left her feeling uncomfortable
and upset.  Had her repeated rejections driven him to pursue other sources
of sexual satisfaction, including the advertisements which she continued to
look at with consternation?

   She badly needed to try and understand why her husband had sought out
such deviant material and what he got out of it.  That it was deviant she
was certain of, but perhaps she should try to get inside Chris's mind and
try to appreciate what it was about it that so excited him.  She hesitated
for a moment but then decided to print out the adverts so that she could
examine them in the privacy of the bedroom and attempt, in as open-minded
manner as possible, to comprehend the need her husband clearly had for such
material.

   After shutting down the computer, Grace hurried upstairs to the main
bedroom and lay down for a few minutes to calm herself, the computer
printouts by her side.  When she felt marginally more composed, she picked
up the first page of the printout and began to read, noting that her hand
was trembling slightly.  The first headline hit her again with renewed
force.

   MOTHER SEEKING TOILET TRAINING FOR HER BABY

   Grace gazed at the photos of three-year-old Carol with rapt attention,
trying to conceive what effect they must have had on her husband.  It was
difficult not to concentrate on the one where the little girl was naked but
for black suspender belt and stockings, her vulval lips held open by her
mother to reveal her vaginal opening and the tiny pink pucker of her anus
also exposed.  Holly, the mother, was smiling proudly at the viewer,
clearly thrilled to be displaying her child in such a lewd manner.  In
fact, Grace realized for the first time, the 3-year-old was helping her
mother to spread her labia, her calm expression suggesting that this wasn't
the first time she had been posed in such a position.

   And then the blatant indecency of Holly's invitation to any pedophile
who wished to debauch and corrupt her little daughter.  She feverishly read
those provocative words again, feeling as disturbed as she had initially,
but this time vainly trying to ignore a growing sense of arousal.

   "Hi.  My name is Holly and this is my little darling, Carol, aged 3. 
She is a lovely child - sparkling-eyed, brightly smiling, utterly innocent
and open.  I find I can no longer resist the growing need to seek suitable
pedophiles, or groups of them, for my little Carol.  I long to watch her
seduced, corrupted and addicted to 'dirty sex'.  I need you to gently train
my baby, so she is addicted to any and every perversion of your choice.  My
only restrictions are that she must not be forced, frightened or badly
marked.  I will prepare, soothe, explain and ready her for any perversion
you choose.  I am open to all suggestions, however extreme, but I do favour
married couples, aged 20-40, who love pee-play with toddlers and use it as
a reward/punishment during training for prolonged face-sitting."

   The words were still as obscene to Grace as they had initially been, but
this time she couldn't deny that they gave her a definite frisson of
arousal, an arousal which she was ashamed of and yet which somehow gained
in intensity because of that shame.  She imagined, with growing excitement,
how it would feel to have 3-year-old Carol's face pressed between her
buttocks, the tip of the little girl's moist tongue probing her anal
sphincter.  And then, as she moved her hand almost unconsciously between
her thighs, she pictured another scenario with Carol's mother encouraging
her husband to sit on the naked toddler's face, an image which soon had her
frantically masturbating towards an intense climax.

   It was reading the third advert again, though, which actually took her
over the edge.  The thought of having six-month-old Rosa at her breast as
she masturbated, the baby eagerly sucking on her engorged nipple, brought
her to a shattering orgasm, the like of which she hadn't experienced in a
long while.

   In the immediate aftermath of Grace's climax, shame overtook her again.
How could she have allowed herself to be overcome by such lewdly indecent
images?  That genuine sense of mortification, though, was part of a
powerful feeling of sexual excitement which it in some way enhanced.  She
now had to admit to herself that the concept of sexually debauching
innocent young babies and toddlers was one which held a large erotic charge
for her, despite, or possibly partly because of, the guilt she felt.

   The thrill she felt was intensified by the realization that her
fantasies could be turned into reality if the advertisements were acted
upon.  First, though, she had to discuss things with Chris.  Perhaps he was
only using the adverts for his own masturbatory needs and would be
disgusted if she suggested they followed one up?  That was a depressing
thought indeed, but somehow Grace was confident that it wasn't based on
reality.

   Then Grace had to face an extremely arousing but also disturbing idea,
that of placing an advert offering to allow her own baby and three-year-old
to be sexually used by pedophiles.  Even thinking of something so depraved
made her fell hot and dry-mouthed.  Of course she would never permit such
an obscenity to happen to her beloved girls!  Even so, the conjunction in
her mind of Laurie and Rosa with a group of lecherous pedophiles led her
hand back between her legs and she was soon masturbating with renewed
vigour.

   When Chris arrived home from work, Grace tried to think of a way to
introduce the subject of the adverts, but without success.  It was only
when they were in bed together later that night, Chris watching tv while
she pretended to read, that Grace finally plucked up courage to say
something, and then not in any of the ways she had imagined.

   "Carol is a pretty little girl, isn't she, Chris?" she said casually,
though her heart was beating quickly.

   "Sorry?" replied Chris, turning to his wife with seeming unconcern.

   "I was just saying, isn't Carol a pretty little girl?  A sexy little
girl, perhaps I should say, even though she's only a 3-year-old.  You can't
have forgotten her already, Chris - she's on that web site you've been so
careful to hide from me, naked as the day she was born, with her legs wide
open."

   Chris looked blank.  "I don't know ... "

   "You must remember Carol," interrupted Grace.  "Her mother is
advertising for pedophiles to sexually abuse her.  Perhaps you were
thinking of answering that advert yourself, Chris - I take it that you are
indeed a pedophile?"

   Chris seemed at a loss for words as his wife waited for an answer, but
eventually, perhaps encouraged by something in the tone of her voice which
wasn't as caustic as he would have expected it to be, in the circumstances,
he made the attempt to explain himself.

   "I suppose I am, though I've tried to hide the truth from myself until
recently.  Finding that website made things clear to me - I haven't been
able to keep it out of my mind.  I half hoped that you would find out about
it - I need you to understand, if you can."

   "Let's be clear about this.  You're telling me that you're sexually
attracted to little girls, even those as young as 3 presumably?"

   "And younger," said Chris, quietly.

   "Does that include your own daughters?  Do you find Laurie sexually
attractive?"

   Chris hesitated before murmuring, "Yes."

   "And Rosa?  Our 6-month-old baby?"

   "Yes, I do," said Chris, more firmly this time.  "I fantasize about them
constantly and I'm past feeling ashamed of that.  I can't help my feelings
but I know it won't be easy to make you understand."

   It was Grace who hesitated now as she struggled to put her thoughts into
words.  "Perhaps it will be easier than you think.  When I first read those
adverts I thought them depraved.  How any parent could possibly contemplate
allowing pedophiles to abuse their child was beyond my comprehension."

   "And now?" prompted Chris, when his wife once more hesitated.

   "Now I don't know what to think.  In one sense my feelings are the same,
but I keep returning to those adverts and though I still find them
depraved, I can't help but feel aroused as I read them.  The point is,
though, unlike you I do feel ashamed of my feelings."

   "Is there any one particular advert that you find arousing?" asked
Chris, tentatively reaching out to his wife.

   Grace gave a reluctant nod as she took hold of her husband's hand.  "The
one about the nursing mothers group.  I imagine how wonderful it would be
to be there, masturbating as I suckle Rosa, while the other mothers do the
same with their babies.  You're there too, of course, sitting with Laurie
on your knee as you molest her.  Then you go to the young mothers and grope
them and fondle their naked babies ... "

   "And?" hinted Chris, eager to hear more of his wife's arousing fantasy.

   Grace shook her head.  "It's so disgusting to be even thinking of such
things!"

   "Disgusting but exciting?" suggested Chris.

   "Shamefully exciting," agreed Grace.  "I hate myself for saying this,
but I've even imagined you answering that particular advert."

   "Why don't I?" said Chris eagerly.  "The girls would come to no harm, I
can promise you that."

   Grace looked at him incredulously.  "How can you possibly say that - who
knows what may happen?  There may be other men there, after all."

   "Well, I have actually emailed the guy who runs the website and asked
for more details, and he contacted the mothers group.  It seems that men
can only participate if they're invited to by one of the mothers.  Dougie
assures me that's it a well-established group and they would love us to
take part in one of their sessions."

   "No doubt they would," said Grace dryly.  "I can see you badly want this
to come off, Chris, but what makes you think I'd really go through with it
myself?  I've admitted that imagining such a thing is exciting, even though
I hate to admit it, but that's a world away from actually allowing it to
happen."

   "I've seen the way you look at the kids, sometimes, Grace.  I know you
have the same desire for them as I have - you're having difficulty
acknowledging that fact, but that doesn't make it the less true."

   "You're forgetting one thing, Christopher.  Your friend Dougie has made
it a requirement that before anyone answers an advert, they have to place
one themselves."

   Chris noted with interest that his wife hadn't denied what he'd said. 
"Dougie says that plenty of people would love to take photos of the kids
..."

   "Obscene photos, you mean.  With the girls' legs spread wide open,
lewdly displaying their little pussies?"

   "Well, wouldn't that be wonderful?" enthused Chris.  "I can't imagine
we'd have any difficulty in persuading Laurie to expose herself for the
benefit of a pervert or two - she's already something of an exhibitionist."

   Grace smiled.  "No, I don't suppose we would.  What about Rosa, though -
what kind of parents would allow pedophiles to take pornographic photos of
their 6-month-old baby?"

   "Loving parents," said Chris persuasively.  "Parents who are wise enough
to understand that their children have a right to a fulfilling sex life,
and that they themselves have the right to use their kids for their own
pleasure, and allow others to use them, if they so wish."

   Grace made no reply, but slipped out of bed and went into the adjoining
bedroom, where her children slept.  6-month-old Rosa, always a light
sleeper, woke as her mother kissed her brow, smiling up at her sunnily. 
Grace briskly undressed the happily-burbling baby and carried her into the
main bedroom, handing her to Chris.

   "Rosa will need to get used to being naked around the many perverts
she's apparently going to have in her life, so she may as well start with
the pervert closest to her."

   Chris looked at his wife, trying to decide how she really felt.  The
sense of shame she had admitted to was apparent in the look of discomfiture
on her face, but on the other hand there was an air of excitement in her
voice which was unusual with her, and the way her erect nipples poked
through the thin material of her nightdress suggested that the source of
that excitement was sexual in nature.

   Grace slid between the sheets.  "Show me how you'd like to see our
little baby posed for the obscene photos you're so keen to have taken of
her."

   There was an edge in her voice which suggested suppressed anger, but
also a tremor which seemed to be evidence of an emotion which she was
struggling to contain.

   Chris sat up and lay Rosa between his legs.  Naked as always in bed, it
gave him a tremendous thrill to expose himself to the 6-month-old,
observing with interest how her eyes turned to his semi-erect cock.  He
carefully pulled apart her plump labia to reveal the delectably moist
pinkness of her inner cunt and the tiny opening of her immature vagina.

   "If you don't find that the most arousing sight imaginable, Grace, then
we're going to have problems, though I can't believe that's the case."

   "There's no need to worry about that," murmured Grace, licking a
fingertip and rubbing it gently against the baby's tiny clitoris.

   That simple action sent a surge of blood into Chris's already stiffening
cock, and at the same time baby Rosa kicked out in delight at being touched
so intimately by her mother.  Chris groaned as the 6-month-old's little
feet repeatedly struck his by now rigid shaft and before he had time to
hold himself back, he was spurting cum into the air and watching it
splatter against the baby's right foot and running down her chubby little
leg.

   Chris expected an adverse reaction from his wife but instead she gave
out a low moan and began to lick up the sperm dribbling down Rosa's leg,
before taking the 6-month-old's cum-splashed foot into her mouth and
greedily sucking on it.

   When Grace had thoroughly licked every speck of semen from between
Rosa's tiny toes, she picked her up and carried her to the children's
bedroom.  After gently laying the sleepy baby in her cot she went over to
Laurie's bed and, sliding her hand under the bedclothes, fondled the
sleeping 3-year-old through her nightie, softly moaning as she did so. 
Returning to her husband shortly afterwards, she saw with satisfaction that
he was fisting his cock back to full erection.

   "I had to put Rosa back in her cot," said Grace apologetically, "or I
don't know what I'd have done to the little darling, and we need to take
things a step at a time.  It didn't take you long to get hard again, I must
say."

   Chris laughed.  "Molesting babies must be the most effective aphrodisiac
known to man - just the thought of you diddling Rosa's little clit gives me
a rock-hard erection."

   "I shouldn't have done that," said Grace, not particularly contritely,
"but she looked so hot with her sweet little pussy spread open like that -
it was your fault for tempting me!"

   "We're going to answer that advert for the mothers group, aren't we?  We
have to, surely - I know you want to as much as I do."

   Grace sighed.  "I don't know, I really don't.  How can we involve the
kids in something so lewd and perverse - even if it makes me wet just to
think about such things?"

   "Well, while you're thinking about it, I'm hard and you're wet, so let's
do something about that, shall we?"

   Without waiting for a response, Chris rolled on top of his wife, almost
ripping her nightdress off as he did so.  He had always prided himself on
being a considerate lover, always attentive to Grace's sexual needs rather
than concentrating on his own, but there was to be none of that on this
occasion.  Discarding any thought of foreplay, he swiftly entered her and
proceeded to fuck her with a powerful remorselessness which soon had her
crying out in delight.

   Later, lying in his arms, Grace knew that she had to open her heart to
Chris before sleep overtook her.  "Let's do it, darling," she whispered
into his ear.  "Let's answer that advert and see how things go - if we
don't we'll always regret it."

   "Even though it will involve the kids in something lewd and perverse?"
teased Chris.

   "Especially because it will involve the kids in something lewd and
perverse!" laughed Grace as she drifted asleep, sated and happy.

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