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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Trading The Kids
Part: Chapter 2
Keywords: MMFFF/g, inc, pedo



   Trading the Kids - Chapter 2

   by David Stephens



   It had all seemed to happen so quickly, thought Grace, as her husband
drove her and their children to the mothers group on a bright Sunday
afternoon.  Having agreed that Chris should answer the group's enticing
advertisement in a flush of post-orgasmic euphoria, she had felt unable to
retract that agreement, even when her initial doubts had returned and
strengthened as the crucial day approached.

   There was still a profound feeling of excitement, of course, that never
left her despite being overlaid by a cloud of apprehension.  In her
imagination she was constantly playing through the possible scenarios that
could become actuality at the mothers group, if fantasy really could turn
into reality.  Those arousing images inevitably led to intense bouts of
masturbation, which were almost as inevitably followed by periods of acute
shame when she found it difficult to conceive how she could possibly think
of involving her children in such sexual depravity.

   As they approached the address Chris had been given, in the green outer
suburbs of the town, Grace felt decidedly queasy, with a dry mouth and
rapidly beating heart, even as she felt her panties dampening with her
arousal.  Could she really go through with this?  It wasn't too late to
turn back and try and forget those seductive adverts - Chris would be
angry, perhaps, though she knew that he too had his own misgivings about
what they were getting into.

   As if Chris had read her thoughts, he took one hand from the steering
wheel and slid it under her short skirt, muttering his approval as she
opened her legs to allow him access to her panty-covered mound.  The
representative of the mothers group who had contacted Chris had told him
that, though not essential, they would prefer his wife to wear provocative
clothing when attending a group meeting.  Grace had faced a hard struggle
to suppress her habitually prudish attitude to such things, before going
out to buy a new tightly-fitting outfit of miniskirt and skimpy top which
displayed her lissom figure perfectly and which gained her husband's
enthusiastic approval.

   Grace tenderly held baby Rosa close to her as her husband rubbed the
warm, damp material of her panties into the rapidly-moistening cleft of her
pussy.  She felt like a shameless slut allowing him to pleasure her in such
a way, especially when she was holding her 6-month-old, but it was a
feeling which was undoubtedly arousing.  It was becoming apparent to her
how pleasurable it was to behave lewdly, how exciting to dress like a
shameless slut and see the rampant desire in Chris's eyes!

   She moved her own hand to her husband's crotch and stroked his growing
erection through his trousers, moaning in disappointment when he removed
his own hand from her pussy.  Her moans, though, soon became ones of
arousal when Chris began to firmly fondle little Rosa through her baby
clothes, before returning to her mound.

   "Are you poorly, Mummy?" asked 3-year-old Laurie from the back seat, as
her mother's moans became louder.

   "No, darling.  Daddy's making me feel really good - can you see what
he's doing to me?"

   "Yes, Mummy." From her strapped-in position in her seat, Laurie could
just see her father touching her mother between her legs, and though she
couldn't understand why that should make her moan quite so loudly, she
remembered how good it felt to touch herself there and couldn't help but
imagine how much better it would be if it was her daddy doing the touching.

   "Where is daddy touching me, Laurie?" asked Grace, her husband's probing
fingers encouraging her to enter into this lewd exchange with the
3-year-old.

   "On your cunny," replied Laurie hesitantly, unsure about using such a
private word before her father.

   Grace could hardly believe that she was having such an indecent
conversation with her innocent little girl.  It was so wrong, so undeniably
immoral - and yet so wonderfully arousing!  "Yes, you're right, but you
should say `cunt' or `pussy' - they're much better words."

   "We're almost there," said Chris, putting both hands back on the
steering wheel.  "There's no turning back now, Grace - we have to go
through with this."

   Grace knew that he was right.  Her deep maternal love for her children
couldn't overcome her overpowering need to see them used for the sexual
pleasure of herself and others.  She knew that it was unforgivable of her
to even think of using Laurie and Rosa for such a disgraceful purpose, and
yet she had to admit to herself that she had no intention of not doing so.

   "Would you like daddy to touch your little pussy, Laurie?"

   "Yes, Mummy," mumbled the 3-year-old, red-faced with embarrassment but
feeling a thrill of excitement.

   "Well, if you're a good little girl, I'm sure he'd like to touch you in
all kinds of naughty places."

   Chris turned into a large drive which led to a sizeable house, standing
well apart from its neighbours and surrounded by well-kept gardens.  He
attempted to give Grace a reassuring smile but he himself was feeling
decidedly nervous as he led the family to an imposing front door and rang
the bell.  The door was opened by a respectable-looking woman of 50 or so
whose appearance seemed so at odds with what Chris had been expecting, that
he wondered whether he had the right house.

   "It's Grace and Chris, isn't it?" said the woman, smilingly.  "Andrea is
expecting you."

   A blonde-haired young woman appeared behind her and invited them into
the spacious hallway.  "I'm Andrea and this is my mother, Doreen, who lives
with me.  Don't worry, though, she knows all about the young mothers group
I run and fully approves of it!"

   "What a sexy child!" exclaimed Doreen as Laurie trotted into the
hallway, her skimpy dress showing off the seductiveness of her firm little
body.

   "Thank you," said Grace, blushingly, wondering how she could feel both
discomfort and exhilaration on being told of the sexual attractiveness of
her 3-year-old daughter.  "I'm becoming a real pedo mum," she thought, not
for the first time.  As before, the recognition of that undeniable fact
aroused her to an extent which partly overcame her uneasiness.

   "You and your husband are not playing with little Laurie yet?" asked
Andrea, with perhaps a slight sense of incredulity in her voice.

   "No, not yet," replied Grace softly, with a strange sense that she and
Chris were somehow letting the attractive blonde down.  "We've only just
admitted to each other how attracted we are to little girls."

   "No matter.  We've all got to start somewhere and no doubt you'll soon
be having lots of fun with her - in fact, hopefully we'll all be having
lots of fun with Laurie!"

   Grace had no idea who exactly the `all' Andrea had mentioned were, but
the thought of a group of unspecified strangers using her innocent
3-year-old to satisfy their own pedophilic lust made her almost dizzy with
excitement.

   "You have molested your baby, though?" asked Doreen, her expression
indicating that she was hoping for a positive answer.

   "Well, only a little.  She's only 6-months-old, after all, and Chris and
I thought it better to consult those more experienced in the abuse of
babies, which is one reason why we're here."

   "She's certainly a cute little thing," said Doreen, softly stroking
Rosa's rosy cheeks.  "No doubt she'll prove to be a willing little whore,
like the rest of them."

   Grace knew she ought to be disgusted by such a scandalous statement, but
had to admit to herself that more than anything in the world she yearned
for the day when either of her daughters could genuinely be described as `a
willing little whore'.

   "Look at Andrea," continued Doreen.  "She was just as cute as Rosa when
she was a baby and just as innocent - by the time she was Laurie's age she
was as enthusiastic a little slut as you could wish to find."

   "Thank you, Mother," said Andrea good-humouredly.  "Perhaps we can go
into the details of my debauched childhood another time - for now, I want
to introduce Chris and Grace to the other members of my little group."

   Grace could hear a low murmuring coming from a room on the left of the
hallway, a female voice which seemed familiar to me.

   "I've only invited three other members here today," continued Andrea,
"all of them with baby girls of about Rosa's age.  Chelsea and Joanne are
single mothers, but Belinda is here with her husband, Denton.  I must
emphasize here that although male partners are always welcome at our group
meetings, any sexual interaction with the babies or older children must
have the full permission of the mother concerned."

   Grace hardly took in Andrea's words, so intent was she on identifying
the voice she had heard.  The name `Belinda' seemed to be vaguely familiar
to her but when she recalled that it belonged to a pretty but demure member
of the book club she belonged to, the young wife of the curate at the local
church, she promptly assumed that there must be more than one woman of that
name in the locality.

   So certain was she of this supposition that when Andrea showed Chris and
her into the large living room and introduced them, she was astonished to
find herself being shyly welcomed by the curate's wife.  This wasn't the
Belinda she knew from the book club, though, an attractive but prim young
woman dressed as conservatively as her position in the community suggested
she should be.  Instead, she was wearing a short, flimsy dress with a low
neckline which did little to hide the shapeliness of her slim figure.

   "Hello, Grace," murmured Belinda.  "I was so pleased when Andrea told me
that you and your husband would be here today.  I've never seen you looking
so sexy before - in such a wonderfully slutty way, too!"

   Grace laughed.  "I can only return the compliment.  When I came in the
room, before I realized it really was you, I thought: `I wonder who that
hot-looking girl is, dressed like a high-priced whore."

   "It's so liberating to come here and express your sexuality without fear
of disapproval.  Denton loves me to wear revealing clothes, and this is the
only place I can do so in company."

   "Hello, Reverend," said Grace awkwardly, hardly able to look the tall
young curate in the face.

   "Call me Denton, please," he said, lifting Grace's hand to his lips.  "I
must concur with my wife - you are a most delectable slut, indeed."

   Embarrassed as she was, Grace could only feel acute pleasure at the
curate's words, and the way he was openly ogling her scantily-clad body.

   "Talking of delectable sluts," continued Denton, "I take it that the
pretty little girl with you is Laurie?"

   "Laurie hasn't been broken in yet," cautioned Andrea, "so please bear
that in mind, Reverend."

   Denton smiled.  "She looks such a hot little bitch that I can't imagine
breaking her in will be a particularly difficult task.  I don't suppose it
will be too long before sexy little Laurie is taking a good length of hard
cock in her babyholes, do you, Chris?"

   "I don't suppose it will," agreed Chris, hardly believing that the
3-year-old could really be anywhere near old enough for penetrative sex,
but immensely aroused by the thought.  "It sounds as though you have
previous experience of this sort of thing, Denton?"

   "I run the church Sunday school," explained the curate, "and so have
access to lots of attractive little girls.  Many of them enjoy me kissing
and fondling them, and quite a few are amenable to me going much further
than that.  Up to now I've introduced three of them to the delights of
sexual intercourse, and hopefully will have similar success in the future."

   "And what about this little one?" asked Grace, indicating Rosa.  "How
sexy do you think she is?" She was anxious to hear the curate's opinion of
her baby's sexual attractiveness, even while feeling mortified that she had
felt compelled to ask such an improper question.

   "An enchanting little slut indeed, I must say, though perhaps we could
have her undressed, Belinda?"

   Andrea saw the look of concern when the curate's wife moved to take
Grace's baby from her, and quickly sought to reassure her.  "It's usual for
a new member to give up her baby to a more experienced member who can show
her how we like to pleasure our little ones."

   This was said with such an air of quiet authority that Grace allowed
Belinda to take the 6-month-old from her, watching with suppressed
excitement as the curate's wife deftly undressed the baby and sat down with
her.  For the first time she took note of the other two young mothers, who
were now looking at the naked Rosa with transparent desire.

   "This is Chelsea," said Andrea, indicating a girl of 16 or so, "and her
friend, Joanne.  They both understand how important it is for young mums to
appreciate that their babies should be used for their sexual pleasure, even
though they're a little diffident about having fun with their little ones
before other people."

   Both girls had a pert breast exposed, at which their naked babies were
sucking with deep contentment.  That sight was arousing enough for Grace,
but even more arousing was the way the girls sat with their dresses pulled
up to their waists and their legs widely parted as they vigorously rubbed
their panty-covered mounds.

   Andrea looked at the softly-moaning girls with contentment.  "The joys
of breastfeeding your baby while masturbating should be explained to all
young mothers in an ideal world.  Chelsea and Joanne are discovering those
joys for themselves, under my tutelage - hopefully they'll soon feel
comfortable being naked while they do so."

   Grace was entranced.  Watching rosy little mouths sucking on engorged
teats as the young mums energetically masturbated was rapidly causing her
pussy to become even hotter and wetter than it already was.

   "The girls are both fairly new members," explained Andrea, "but they've
already begun to appreciate the delights of molesting their babies and,
even more excitingly, allowing them to be molested by other young mothers."

   "Shall I show Grace how we like to kiss our babies, Andrea?" asked the
curate's wife as she held baby Rosa close to her, openly fondling the
6-month-old's plump little bottom.

   "Please do, Belinda.  Grace will soon understand the emphasis we place
on the importance of deep-kissing your baby.  All three of your child's
orifices need be investigated, of course, but her little mouth is the
easiest to access and should be explored by both parents' tongues on a
regular basis."

   Even as Grace, with eager anticipation, watched Belinda teasing baby
Rosa's lips open with the tip of her tongue, she had one eye on her
husband, who was sitting with Laurie in a corner of the room.  When the
3-year-old's father slipped the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders
and began to undress her she looked confused but not displeased.  Soon she
was as naked as her baby sister and glowing with pleasure as she felt her
daddy's hand briskly pulling her legs apart and then gently fondling her
prominent vulval mound.

   "Don't rub Laurie's pussy too hard, Chris," advised Grace, "or she'll
get very sore down there.  Perhaps Andrea has some lubrication you could
use."

   As Andrea smilingly handed her husband a tube of lubrication, Grace
sensed a ripple of uneasiness beneath the excitement she was undoubtedly
feeling.  Perhaps matters were proceeding at a faster pace than she'd
expected.  It was true that she'd encouraged Chris to fondle Laurie's
pussy, but there was an urgency about the way he was doing so which caused
her some apprehension.  In her fantasies, her husband's seduction of the
3-year-old had been gentle and gradual, with her natural resistance being
overcome by persuasion rather than coercion.  In fact, although Laurie
initially welcomed her father rubbing her pussy, readily opening her legs
for him, when he began to work a finger into her slit she struggled against
the intrusion until he smartly smacked her thigh.

   "Don't be a naughty little girl, Laurie!" said Chris, warningly.  "Open
your legs wide again - I don't want to have to give you another smack."

   Grace expected tears from the 3-year-old, but her father's stern words
had the desired effect and she was soon allowing him to molest her with
little more than an occasional whimper.

   "Well done, Sir!" said Andrea.  "It's a little girl's duty to allow her
daddy to use her as he wishes, without complaint, and she must be made to
understand that fact.  It would have been better if you had started her
babyslut training at a much younger age, but at least you're putting that
to right with little Rosa."

   Belinda was cradling the naked 6-month-old in one arm as she eased the
tip of her tongue between the baby's cherry-red lips and squeezed and
fondled her little bum cheeks.  Rosa gave a little murmur of delight and
slowly parted her lips to allow the insertion of Belinda's tongue into her
mouth, something which the curate's wife took full advantage of.

   "If only more young mothers could be taught the intense pleasure of
tongue-kissing their babies," mused Andrea.  "It's such an erotic, intimate
act which helps prepare the child for her life as a babyslut in a safe and
loving way, and underlines the fact that the bond between mother and child
should have a strong sexual element to it from the beginning."

   Grace could only agree that watching the curate's wife exploring baby
Rosa's mouth with her tongue was a deeply erotic experience, and one which
the 6-month-old was clearly enjoying, judging by her occasional gurgles of
pleasure and the way she kicked out her chubby little legs.  When Belinda's
hand moved from the baby's bottom to her fat little pussy, Grace gave a
slight murmur of concern, being unsure how far she wanted Rosa's
molestation to go at this early stage.

   "Don't worry, Grace," said Andrea.  "Belinda will be very gentle, but
your baby really needs to have her vagina and anus stimulated as
preparation for the time when she's able to accept the insertion of a
finger into her holes."

   "And when do you think that's likely to be?" asked Chris, with a fair
degree of eagerness.

   Andrea gave him an understanding smile.  "That depends on a few things.
You and your wife need to molest Rosa on a daily basis to get her used to
her babyholes being probed, but then it's a matter of waiting until she's
ready to accept the intrusion of a finger inside her.  Some babies can be
successfully sexualized in a shorter period than others, and I wouldn't be
surprised if that's the case with little Rosa - she's certainly enjoying
what Belinda's doing to her, the sweet little slut!"

   The gurgling 6-month-old was indeed evidently taking a great deal of
pleasure from having Belinda's finger working between her puffy labia,
pleasure which if anything seemed to increase when the tight pucker of her
anus was examined.  Grace sensed a curious conflict within herself as she
intently watched the curate's wife molesting her baby - one part of her
couldn't resist the feeling that it was appalling for a young mother to
allow her child to be used in such a depraved manner, while the part which
was slowly getting the upper hand unashamedly gloried in that depravity.

   Chelsea and Joanne were now rapidly coming to their climaxes, their
joyful moans by now masking the soft, sucking sounds of the babies at their
breasts.  They came almost in tandem, crying out in delight and shamelessly
opening their legs as wide as possible to allow the onlookers to savour the
arousing sight of their sodden panties clinging to their swollen cunts.

   "Give me your panties, Chelsea," said Andrea, in a tone which indicated
she expected to be obeyed.  "I'm sure Rosa would love to have a good sniff
of them."

   That enticing prospect persuaded the 16-year-old to do as she was asked.
Even then she kept her legs apart, her initial inhibitions having rapidly
diminished, proudly showing off the loveliness of her bare cunt and noting
with interest that 3-year-old Laurie was looking at her with fascination.

   Andrea sat by the side of the curate's wife and spread Chelsea's wet
panties over baby Rosa's face, gently but firmly holding them there so that
the 6-month-old was forced to breathe in the heady perfume of the
16-year-old's pussy juices.  After a minute or so the baby's face was
uncovered, her smiles suggesting that she had enjoyed the experience.

   "If you could stand on the sofa, astride Belinda," said Andrea to
Chelsea, "and squat down, Rosa would be able to taste your sweet juices
straight from their source."

   The 16-year-old swiftly stripped off her skirt and top and nimbly
climbed on to the sofa, taking up a position where she could lower herself
on to baby Rosa's face.  Grace felt her heart pounding as Chelsea squatted
down over Rosa and gently pushed her juicy mound against the 6-month-old's
nose and mouth.  She told herself that if there was any sign that her
little darling was experiencing distress, she would bring things to a halt,
whatever the consequences.  Instead, as Chelsea rubbed herself against the
baby's face, she cried out in delight.

   "Her little tongue is licking me!  Your baby is such a dirty little
slut, Grace!"

   Grace felt ridiculously happy.  "Thank you, Chelsea - coming from you,
that's praise indeed!"

   How wonderful to be told that your 6-month-old baby is a dirty little
slut, she thought - any mother ought to be proud of such a compliment, in
an ideal world.  Chelsea was fingering herself to another orgasm now, and
as she noisily climaxed, she dribbled her copious cunt juices into the open
mouth of baby Rosa.

   Almost without realizing what she was doing, Grace dropped to her knees
before the curate's wife and urgently thrust her tongue between her baby's
soft lips.  She knew that it was so wrong to passionately tongue-kiss Rosa
like this, but the compulsion to do so had been too powerful for her. 
Feverishly exploring the 6-month-old's warm little mouth, she felt a thrill
of arousal surging through her body, her excitement heightened by the tangy
flavour of Chelsea's luscious cunt.

   "It's always a beautiful sight to see a young mum deep-kissing her baby
for the first time," said Andrea.  "Once you learn to cast off the outdated
perceptions of pedophilia which unfortunately are still far too common,
you'll begin to understand that any loving mother worthy of the name has a
duty to sexually use her children from as young an age as possible."

   Grace reluctantly took her tongue from Rosa's mouth and gazed lovingly
at her smiling face, glistening with Chelsea's pussy juices.  She did
understand what Andrea was saying, though it was difficult for her to
reject years of conventional thinking without a prolonged struggle.  Her
mother's instinct told her to take Rosa home now and reflect on what had
happened before deciding whether to take matters further, but when Belinda
laid Rosa on the sofa and beckoned to Chris and Denton, she could only take
her seat again and excitedly wait to see what was going to happen next.

   "Belinda is quite right to bring in the gentlemen at this stage," Andrea
said, smiling at the curate's wife.  "Although this group is dedicated to
promoting the concept of a mother and her baby gaining deep fulfilment from
having an active sexual relationship, we accept that in some cases the
father may also be involved."

   "Enthusiastically involved, in my particular case," laughed the curate.

   "Our little darling is having a rest upstairs," explained Belinda. 
"Doreen is keeping an eye on her."

   "I know I'm biased," said Denton, "but wait until you see our sweet
little Penny - she really is the hottest little bitch, isn't she, Bel?"

   "I don't like boasting about my own child," said Belinda, "but if, when
they see her, Grace and Chris don't have an overpowering urge to molest
Penny, I'll be astonished."

   "No doubt," said Andrea dryly, "but for now our friends have a baby of
their own who's lying there wondering why she's not being molested.  I
would like the gentlemen, if they would, to undress and then rub their
penises all over baby Rosa - not too forcefully, as yet, please, in order
not to alarm her.  If, or should I say when, you feel the need to ejaculate
on her, please remember that a sexually innocent 6-month-old baby girl does
not take kindly to having spurts of semen in her little eyes, or up her
nose."

   "Denton likes to cum on Penny's sweet little cunt," said Belinda, "and
then masturbate her afterwards.  Or sometimes he spunks in her hair and
lets it dribble down her cute little face."

   "Rosa will of course need to get used to being ejaculated on, but I'm
more concerned at the moment with her simply becoming accustomed to the
sight and touch of an erect penis.  I take it you don't mind Denton helping
your husband out on this occasion, Grace?"

   "No, not at all," responded Grace calmly, though inside she was far from
calm.  Why should she mind the curate rubbing his erection against the
naked body of her beautiful, 6-month-old baby?  Perhaps because it was an
act of such lewdness that it would disgust any normal mother, she thought.
Even so, she knew that she wasn't about to object to the curate using her
darling in such an obscene way, whatever her misgivings.

   After hurriedly stripping, Denton sat on the sofa and took little Rosa
on to his lap, placing his stiff cock between her open legs so that it
pressed against her chubby little pussy.  Chris, by now also naked, knelt
down and nudged his engorged cockhead against his baby's soft lips until
she instinctively parted them slightly and began to suck on him wetly.

   "She's lapping up my precum!" cried Chris delightedly, as the
6-month-old continued to press her little mouth against his piss-hole.

   "I'd prefer you not to ejaculate too soon," cautioned Andrea.  "Could
you rub your cock all over Rosa's face, please, while Denton slides his
cock between her little bum cheeks."

   Chris was happy to oblige, rubbing his bloated glans against his baby's
smiling face before moving it down to her chest and her tiny, pale nipples.
At the same time, Denton lifted the 6-month-old up and lodged his thick
shaft between her plump little buttocks, hugging her against his hardness.

   "If you could push the tip of your penis against Rosa's anus now,
Reverend," said Andrea, "I would be most grateful.  And it really is time
that the sweet little whore felt daddy's hard cock probing her baby vagina.
It's too soon to penetrate her, of course, but young as she is, she needs
to understand how her little holes are going to be used when the time
comes."

   Grace felt hot and lightheaded, hardly believing that she was allowing
her darling baby to be so used in such a disgracefully perverted way, and
yet aroused to such a pitch that, though loath to admit it, she yearned to
see Rosa abused in ever more depraved ways.

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