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 Author: David Stephens
Title: Trading The Kids
Part: Chapter 7
Keywords: MFF/gg, inc, pedo



   Trading The Kids - Chapter 7

   by David Stephens

   Jordan was often asked by his parents to fuck small tots and babies who
were too small to take his father's cock inside them, requests which he was
invariably more than willing to agree to.  What more, indeed, could a horny
10-year-old ask for?  There was nothing better, he thought, than feeling
the trembling, naked body of a tiny child held tightly against him as he
thrust into her cunt or bottom, her wailing cries acting as a powerful
aphrodisiac.  He thoroughly enjoyed using the holes of little girls of all
ages, but admitted to himself that nothing compared to the joy of
sodomizing 6-month-old Rosa.

   If Rosa had been able to speak, perhaps she would have expressed a
different view of the delights of being anally penetrated, but then again
perhaps not so different, at least as far as her mother was concerned.  The
violation of her rectum by Jordan's pistoning cock had of course caused her
baby some distress, but Grace had schooled herself to believe that Rosa was
now experiencing at least some pleasure along with the pain.  The baby's
pained cries at each thrust of Jordan's cock into her bottom were easing,
anyway, and she was now uttering prolonged moans which could easily be as
indicative of pleasure as of pain, at least to a debauched young mother
such as Grace!

   When Jordan sensed his rapidly oncoming orgasm, he pulled baby Rosa hard
down on to his rigid shaft and flooded her bowels with his hot semen, only
pulling out of her when his mother urgently expressed her need to force her
tongue into the baby's abused sphincter.  As his wife feverishly probed
Rosa's cummy anus, Reg made a request to Grace, which, after a surprised
raise of her eyebrows, she was able to grant without any hesitation.

   "Of course, Reg!  What a brilliant idea - I can see you've done this
sort of thing before!"

   Beckoning Laurie to her, Grace dressed the 3-year-old in an all-white
outfit of skimpy top and tight, high-cut shorts which the Crawfords had
brought with them.  Reg looked at the shyly-smiling little girl with
approval - she was extremely beguiling in her revealing clothes.  Very
desirable indeed, in fact, and the child, with her growing sexual
experience, undoubtedly knew it.  Her shy little smile was also a knowing
smile - a smile that seemed to say, `I know I'm a hot little slut and so do
you, so why don't you come over here and use me like the whore I am?'

   "Take her out into the garden, if you like," suggested Grace.  "It's
quite private out there."

   "Come on then, little one," said Reg, holding out his hand to Laurie. 
"Let's go and have some more fun."

   The 3-year-old looked confused for a moment, as though, thought her
mother, deliberating if having her little mouth so roughly fucked by this
strange man could be considered to be fun.  Apparently deciding that it
could, she happily gave her hand to Reg and skipped beside him as he led
her to the back garden.

   "Shall we join them?" said Grace to Fiona.  The two women left Chris and
Jordan to enjoy some fun of their own with baby Rosa and followed Reg and
Laurie outside.

   The high-walled garden was as private as Grace had promised and
consisted mainly of a large, well-manicured lawn edged by flower beds.  Reg
knelt in front of Laurie and kissed her softly on the lips as he gently
fondled her pert little bottom.

   "We're going to play a fun game now, little one," he said.

   "A pretend game," said Grace with a smile.

   "I need to go to the toilet," Reg said, getting to his feet and
unzipping his fly, "and you, my pretty little whore, are going to be that
toilet."

   "For me too!" said his wife, stepping out of her panties and hitching up
her skirt.

   Laurie looked confused again, but after whispered explanations from her
mother she smilingly turned to Reg and Fiona, willingly offering herself to
them to be used as they wished.

   "She's such an obliging little whore, isn't she?" said Reg, pleased at
the 3-year-old's ready acquiescence.

   "Yes, I'm pleased to say she is," agreed Grace, gratified pride showing
plainly on her face.  "Young as she is, Laurie aims to be the best little
slut she can be, and I think we can all agree that she's every chance of
achieving that objective!"

   Reg hastily took his cock from his fly and aimed it at Laurie,
immediately releasing a powerful stream of pale-yellow piss which splashed
against the smiling 3-year-old from head to toe, making her gasp with
shocked delight.  Moving closer, he directed the stream into her open mouth
and laughed as he saw the look of consternation on her pretty face.

   "Don't you dare spit it out, cunt!" he said, softening his words with a
slight smile but making it plain to Laurie that he expected to be obeyed.
"Swallow it all down - a hot little slut like you ought to enjoy having her
little belly filled with hot piss!"

   The 3-year-old tried to do as she was asked, managing to swallow most of
Reg's urine but then coughing up a frothy mouthful which dribbled from her
chin on to her chest.

   "Don't be a naughty little girl!" admonished Grace sternly, giving her
daughter two sharp slaps on the back of her legs and looking at Reg for
approval.

   "A little harder, I think," said Reg.  "It's for Laurie's own benefit,
after all.  She really must learn to do as she's told if you want her to be
the perfect little babywhore."

   Grace nodded in agreement and slapped Laurie again, this time with
appreciably greater force.  The 3-year-old stifled a cry, but large tears
welled into her eyes and rolled down her piss-wet cheeks.

   "Get on your knees, child!" said Fiona urgently as she yanked her skirt
up to her waist.  "That's it!  Hold your head up now and open your mouth."

   Laurie obeyed without hesitation - she was well aware of the perils of
not doing so.  Fiona hurriedly straddled the whimpering 3-year-old and
immediately released a strong jet of steaming urine over her, focussing on
her open mouth.

   "You love that, don't you, child?" laughed Fiona as Laurie splutteringly
attempted to deal with the hot piss filling her little mouth and spilling
down her scantily-clad body.

   "Dirty little piss-slut!" said Grace admiringly as her little daughter
noisily gulped down several mouthfuls of the tangy urine.

   "Stand up now, cunt," instructed Reg, smiling with approval when Laurie
hastily obeyed him.  "Let's have a look at you."

   "What a pretty sight!" said Fiona, handing her husband his camera.

   The 3-year-old did indeed look particularly alluring in her piss-soaked
clothes.  Her sodden top, now almost transparent, was moulded to her firm
little body, clearly delineating it's loveliness.  Her tight, wetly
clinging shorts displayed the curves of her little bottom to perfection,
and allowed her panties to be seen through them, to the delight of the
onlookers.

   "Yes, isn't she," said Grace proudly.  "The prettiest little whore
imaginable!"

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

   On the following morning Grace sorted through a number of images on the
study computer - images which Reg had taken with a view to the Lawleys
using them for family Christmas cards.  Having carefully selected one, she
designed a card on the computer and when she was satisfied with the effect,
printed off sufficient copies to send to her new-found pedo friends.

   The image chosen showed Grace and her husband with the girls on their
laps.  Laurie was wearing an ultra-short denim skirt, exposing a diaphanous
pair of extremely brief panties, through which her plump mound could be
clearly seen.  Otherwise she was naked, except for a leather dog-collar
around her little neck, on which could be seen the word, `whore'.  Her
toenails and fingernails were painted scarlet, and her tiny nipples
reddened with lipstick.  Rosa was totally naked, the better to proudly
display her prominent love-bites.  She too wore a dog-collar, identifying
her as a `cunt' and her chubby labia were held open by her smiling father,
showing the delectable moist pinkness within.  The message on the card was
the very appropriate, `Have a Happy Pedo Christmas!', a sentiment which she
knew her friends at the mothers group would appreciate!

   While Grace was deciding whether to deliver the cards by hand, the
decision was taken out of her hands by a phone call from the vicarage.

   "Would you like to come over with the kids?" asked Belinda.  "Denton is
working in his study and I assume Chris will be at his office, so it will
be an all-girl gathering.  Actually a friend of mine is here with me, who
I'd like you to meet - someone who knows you, in fact, though I've only
just realized that.  She's brought some absolutely filthy kiddy porn with
her, which I thought you'd like to have a look at!"

   She laughingly refused to say who her friend was, despite Grace's best
efforts, only saying that Grace would be very surprised.  "She's so looking
forward to seeing the girls - make sure that they're looking at their
sluttiest, won't you?"

   Grace then had the happy idea of dressing the girls as they were shown
in the Christmas card she intended to take with her to the vicarage, though
taking the precaution of making Laurie wear a coat, and swaddling baby Rosa
in a blanket, while they made the car journey to the Dentons.  She was
eager to find out who Belinda wanted her to meet - and if the woman's kiddy
porn would prove to be as filthy as promised!

   Twenty minutes later Belinda was welcoming Grace and the girls into the
spacious hall of the vicarage, a large Victorian building of much charm,
though its many high-ceilinged rooms were expensive to heat.

   "What a lovely idea!" she said, on receiving the Lawlers' Christmas
card. "Denton and I must do something similar next year for our pedo
friends."

   After taking Laurie's coat and the baby's blanket, she added, "The girls
are looking as sexy as usual - how clever of you to dress them to match the
card, or rather undress in the case of Rosa!"

   Laurie had already wandered into the living-room and could be heard
chatting to someone, presumably, thought Grace, the purveyor of child porn
who Belinda wished her to meet.  The 3-year-old's voice was indistinct, but
in the midst of her lively chatter Grace thought she heard the word
`Nanna', immediately deciding that she must be mistaken - that she had to
be mistaken.

   Grace looked at Belinda questioningly, but received only a smile in
response.

   "There's no need to worry," said Belinda confidently.  "Everything's
going to be alright, I promise you."

   Despite her friend's reassuring words, Grace felt dry-mouthed and
extremely anxious as she walked into the living-room with baby Rosa in her
arms.  Even though she had half expected the sight that met her, it was
still a shock to find her mother sitting in a large, cretonne-covered
armchair, happily talking to her granddaughter.

   "Joy and I have only recently got to know each other," said Belinda as
she entered the room.  "It came as a bit of a surprise when she realized
that the new-found pedo friend I so enthusiastically described to her was,
in fact, her own daughter."

   "Don't look so nervous, Grace!" said Joy, a slight smile flickering
across her face.  "This is a difficult situation for both of us, but one
which we have to face."

   To say that the situation was `difficult' was something of an
understatement, thought Grace.  She had never been close to her mother, a
woman of conservative tastes in her politics, clothes and opinions, who had
rarely, if ever, discussed sexual matters with her daughter, and who seemed
the unlikeliest person imaginable to be a devotee of child porn.  `Joy' had
always seemed an inappropriate name for her mother, and that opinion would
be surely be seconded by a neutral observer, given the habitual gravity of
her demeanour and her short, iron-grey hair.

   She watched her mother carefully examining Laurie's half-naked body and
tried to interpret her expression - one of interest certainly, possibly of
lust, anything but the distaste or disgust she would have expected to find
there up until a few minutes before.

   "I don't know what to say," Grace muttered as she sat opposite her
mother, feeling a deep sense of discomfort.

   "I assume you're quite happy for your 3-year-old daughter to be
announced to all and sundry as a 'whore'?" Joy said, indicating Laurie's
dog-collar.

   "Well, that's what she is, Mother.  Laurie loves being a whore for her
daddy, as I hope you'll soon see for yourself."

   "Chris is not the only one to enjoy her favours, though, is he?  Just
how many people have abused Laurie, may I ask?"

   "Not as many as I'd like," said Grace smilingly.  "Apart from me and
Chris, of course, there's Belinda and her husband, the girls at the Young
Mothers Group - and a new friend of ours, Reg the photographer ... "

   "Would you mind if my name was added to that list?"

   Despite the apparent calmness of her manner, Grace could sense that her
mother was awaiting her answer with a suppressed tenseness.  There was no
doubt in her mind as to how she was going to respond, but the request,
coming from the most unlikely source, had left her feeling somewhat
bemused.

   "Mind?" she replied.  "I would be honoured!  If I'd had the slightest
reason to believe that you wanted to molest Laurie, I would have let you
have her willingly.  It just never entered my mind that you thought about
her in that way."

   "I think about her in all sorts of disgraceful ways!  I know you and I
have not been as close as we could have been in recent years, Grace, but I
really believe that if we can spend some time together sexually abusing
Laurie we can perhaps start to have a better relationship."

   "That's a wonderful idea!" said Grace, and then, half-jokingly, "Perhaps
if you'd molested me when I was a child, we would have been closer."

   "I so longed to molest you, it hurt!  I think that's why I tended to
push you away - I was so frightened that I wouldn't be able to resist the
temptation to do the things to you that I yearned to do.  At the time, of
course, I was deeply ashamed of my desires and determined not to give in to
them."

   "It seems you've changed your mind on that front," said Grace.  "I just
wish I'd known that before now."

   "Belinda has been a big help, actually.  I was so desperate to talk to
someone about my needs that I contacted the Young Mothers Group and someone
there put me in contact with her.  She was able to persuade me that the
sexual abuse of young children, however abhorrent it may be to most people,
is actually a beautiful thing."

   "Even the abuse of 6-month-old babies?" said Grace, laughing nervously
as she placed Rosa on her mother's lap.

   "Particularly the abuse of 6-month-old babies, given what I've seen
Belinda getting up to with her sweet little Penny!"

   "That sounds as though you've not molested Penny yourself yet - I know
that Belinda would be unlikely to object to you doing so."

   "She positively begged me to molest her!" said Joy, smiling at the
memory.  "It may seem strange to you, but it's important to me that the
first children I abuse are my own granddaughters."

   "Not at all, I completely understand.  I know the girls will absolutely
adore being molested by their darling nanna, and even if there are times
when they don't do so, it hardly matters - they're yours to use as you
wish!"

   "And what have mummy and daddy been doing to you, my sweet little Rosa?"
said Joy, as she examined the baby's naked body.  "Who gave you those
lovely bite-marks - you, Grace, I presume?"

   "And me," admitted Belinda proudly.  "I do love to see vividly red
love-bites marking a child's body!  Rosa's are fading a little now, but I'd
be surprised if the little slut's not given some more in the near future."

   "Little slut?" remarked Joy.  "What a charming way to refer to my
gorgeous baby grandchild!"

   There was a obvious sincerity in this declaration which took away any
suggestion of sarcasm, and Joy's next words removed any doubt there may
have been in her hearers' minds.

   "I suppose there's something obscene on your dog-collar as well, Rosa,
isn't there?  Let me have a look."

   She smiled at her daughter, as warm a smile as Grace could remember
receiving from her, and said: "I completely agree!  Isn't she just the most
adorable, sexy, bewitching little cunt imaginable?"

   "And she liked it a lot, didn't she, Mummy, when Jordan did sex with
her?" piped up Laurie.

   "And who precisely is Jordan, may I ask?" said Joy, a note of concern in
her voice.

   "Reg's 10-year-old son," replied Grace.  "Chris wanted to be the first
to fuck Rosa, of course, but we thought it would be better if we let Jordan
have her first.  It's for her benefit, after all - once she's got used to
taking boy cock in her holes, it won't be such a shock when Chris finally
fucks her."

   "How considerate of you," said Joy dryly.  "Can I take it that you're
going to allow this Jordan boy to have regular intercourse with Rosa?"

   "That's the general idea.  Frequent vaginal and anal sex with Jordan,
and possibly one or two of his friends, will prepare Rosa for the glorious
day when she first takes her daddy's hard cock in her pussy and bottom."

   "Daddy and his friends do sex with me lots!" announced 3-year-old Laurie
proudly.  "I'm a dirty little whore!"

   "I've no doubt of that!" laughed Joy.  "I would love to watch your daddy
have sex with you."

   "You can do that any time you like from now on, Mum," said Grace.  "Why
don't you let Belinda play with you, Laurie, while I have a chat with your
nanna?"

   "I'll take her upstairs," said the curate's wife.  "You and your mother
have a lot to talk about, and you'll want to do it in private."

   "Be a good little girl, sweetie, while Belinda plays with you," said
Grace, pulling the 3-year-old towards her.  "Mummy will be cross with you
if you aren't, and you don't want that, do you?"

   Laurie shook her head and gave a little pout as her mother lifted her
skirt up to her waist, well knowing what was coming next.  She flinched as
Grace raised her hand but only let out a stifled cry as the back of her
left thigh was sharply slapped, blinking back the tears that welled into
her eyes.

   Grace hugged the 3-year-old and kissed her tear-filled eyes.  "That's
just a taster of what you'll get if you don't let Belinda abuse you as she
wants to, without whining about it.  Do you want to give her a slap, Mum,
before she goes?"

   It was difficult to tell at first how Joy was likely to respond to her
daughter's tantalizing question.  Receiving a positive response was vital
to Grace - slapping Laurie about had become a hugely arousing pleasure, and
one which she hoped her mother would approve of.

   "Come here, darling," said Joy, after a brief pause.  "Leave your skirt
where it is for the moment."

   Laurie gave a little whimper but did as she was told.  Joy held her
firmly by the shoulder and immediately landed two hard slaps on the back of
her right thigh, her face brightening as she saw the tears returning to the
3-year-old's eyes.

   Grace smiled at her mother.  "I know as a loving mum I shouldn't say
this, but hitting Laurie gives me such a wonderful thrill - I do believe
it's one of the most sexually exciting things you can do to a child, even
though I tend to feel remorseful afterwards.  I must say also that watching
you slap Laurie is almost as thrilling!"

   "There's no need to feel remorse.  As Laurie's mother you have the
absolute right to treat her as you wish.  Beating her should be considered
as just another facet of her sexual abuse, and enjoyed as such.  You'll be
watching me giving the little slut a lot more slaps in the future, if I
have my way!"

   "Well, there's no reason why you shouldn't.  As part of the family I
want you to become one of the girls' main abusers, along with myself and
Chris.  As far as I'm concerned, and I'm sure Chris will agree with me,
that means that you can abuse them in whatever way seems desirable to you,
without having to ask permission."

   "I'll take her upstairs now," said Belinda, picking up the 3-year-old.
"Don't be surprised if she does actually complain at her treatment.  I'm
going to introduce her to one of my favourite vibrators and see how deep I
can get it into that sexy little bottom of hers."

   "Give her a smack if she complains too much," said Grace.  "In fact,
give her as many as you like!"

   When Belinda had left the room with Laurie, Grace and her mother sat
together on the sofa, with baby Rosa remaining on Joy's lap.  Without
Belinda's presence, Grace felt suddenly discomposed, not knowing quite what
to say.

   "This is really awkward," said Joy, "but I really need to explain to you
how I discovered my pedophilic urges, and I want to hear how you and Chris
got to know Belinda."

   "Shall we play with Rosa while we talk?" suggested Grace.

   "What a good idea!  A short while ago I could never have believed that I
would ever help my daughter to sexually abuse her 6-month-old baby girl -
now I can't think of anything more delightful!"

   Grace took hold of one of Rosa's chubby vulval lips and pinched it
firmly, stretching it upwards and outwards as far as possible.  "Your turn,
mother," she said, wondering what the response would be.  She need have had
no doubts - Joy immediately stretched Rosa's other pussy lip to its fullest
extent, laughing as the naked baby squirmed in her lap.

   "She is the most adorable little cunt, isn't she," said Joy.  "I can't
understand why anyone wouldn't want to abuse her - it's what she's clearly
meant for!"

   Grace couldn't agree more, and looked forward to many happy sessions of
abusing the 6-month-old with her mother.

  
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