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 Author: David Stephens
Title: A Grandmother's Lust
Part: Chapter 2
Keywords: MF/gg, inc, pedo

   A Grandmother's Lust - Chapter 2

   by David Stephens

   "I'm going to marry Granddad, Nan," said 3-year-old Clare, nestled on
Eve's lap.  They were sitting in Pamela's living-room, waiting for her to
come home from work, and happily chatting together.

   "Are you, darling?" said Eve, smiling at her granddaughter's serious
tone of voice.  "When you're grown up?"

   "No, Nan!  On my birthday!  Granddad asked me to marry him yesterday,
and I said yes!"

   "Well, that is good news, isn't it, sweetie?  I'll have to plan the
wedding for you, and we'll need to decide what you're going to wear. 
Something nice and sexy for a sexy little girl, that's for sure."

   "Granddad says that by the time it's my birthday I should be able to
take his big, hard cock in my cunt."

   "If that's what granddad says, then I'm sure he's right.  Not all
4-year-old little girls are ready for sex, but you're such a horny child
that I do believe you will be.  He may find it easier to push his cock into
your bottom at first, though - has he told you that?"

   Clare nodded her head.  "I want it in both my holes, anyway.  Granddad
says if I'm going to be his bitch, I need to let him do me anyway he
wants."

   "I thought Peter from next door was your number one man?  You certainly
seem to be his number one girl - he positively drools every time he sees
you."

   "I think I'm going to marry him, as well.  Granddad says I can have two
husbands if I want to - then I get to have lots of sex!"

   "Has Peter been showing you lots of porn when he's here with you and
mummy?"

   "Yes, after he's had sex with mummy."

   "Do they let you watch them having sex?"

   "They do it on the couch!" said the 3-year-old, excitedly, "and I get
really close to them, so I can see everything, and Peter lets me hold his
big cock and put it into mummy's hole."

   "So, has Peter asked you to marry him yet?"

   "No, because I asked him first!" Clare giggled.  "He said, of course
he'll marry me."

   "What about your sister - is she planning to marry anyone?"

   "No, 'cause she says she doesn't want to be tied down.  She just likes
being granddad's whore."

   "And Ken's whore, of course."

   Ken was the father of Beccy's friend, Laura, and accepted by the family
as the 8-year-old's lover.

   "Beccy likes Ken a lot.  She's going to let him have sex with her, after
grandad's done her, but she says he'll have to wear a con something."

   "A condom," said Eve.  "That way Ken won't be able to make your sister
have a baby.  That's your grandad's job.  Does Peter wear a condom when
he's having sex with your mummy?"

   "Yes, and he lets me put it on his cock, and he puts his hands all over
me and says I'm a hot little whore and once we're married he's going to
fuck me unconscious!"

   Eve laughed.  "And what do you think about that, little one?"

   "Mummy says that Beccy and me should have lots of hard cock inside us as
soon as possible, but I'm only a little girl and Peter's cock is really big
and I don't know if he'll be able to get it in my hole."

   The sorrowful look on the 3-year-old's pretty face had Eve laughing
again.  "Don't worry, my little darling.  Mummy and I will make sure that
your pussy hole and your bottom hole are ready to take hard cock by the
time you're married.  You'll need both holes to be fuckable because it's
quite possible that sometimes both your husbands will want to fuck you at
the same time."

   "Really, Nan?" said Clare, excitedly.  "I want them to do that.  I want
them to do that lots and lots!"

   "What do you want them to do lots and lots, baby?" asked Pamela as she
came into the room.  "And who precisely are 'them', though I think I know
already."

   "I've just suggested to Clare that her future husbands may well want to
involve her in an act of double penetration, after the ceremony, and that
thought seems to have aroused her to an extent which would be highly
unusual in any other 3-year-old girl."

   Pamela threw off her coat and sat by her mother's side on the sofa,
giving her little daughter a prolonged kiss on the mouth.

   "You are without doubt a depraved cunt, my sweet Clare!"

   "Thank you, Mummy!" said the 3-year-old, always highly pleased to be
called a cunt, depraved or otherwise.

   "Some of that depravity has been the result of the good work your nan
and I have put in to your sexual education, but it's essence has been
within you from birth, and I'm absolutely delighted about that!"

   "We need to think about what Clare's going to wear for her wedding,"
said Eve.  "The store where I bought the girls' new knickers does a line in
sexy bridal dresses for little girls, I believe.  Something in white silk
and very short would be suitable, I think.  White hold-up stockings and
tiny white knickers would be nice and sexy."

   "I'll put her hair in pigtails," said Pam, "and give her a touch of
make-up.  I want her to look her best on her wedding day"

   "Who's going to perform the ceremony, though?"

   "Father Braddon will do it, I imagine.  I know for a fact he messes
around with one or two of his choir girls, and he is quite open with me
about him having the hots for the girls, Clare in particular."

   "I've just had an idea which you may not like, Pam, but suppose after
Robert and Peter have consummated their marriages with Clare, immediately
after the wedding, Father Braddon also has sex with her, or perhaps just
ejaculates on her face, as a way of making the event into something even
more special?"

   Pamela said nothing for a while, as Eve wondered if her idea had been a
step too far for her daughter.

   "Father Braddon having sex with Clare seems completely appropriate to
me," said Pam at last.  "We could offer to let him cum on her face as well,
though, as a way of persuading him to perform the ceremony."

   "How exactly did you manage to get into a conversation with him where he
said he had the hots for your girls?"

   "It wasn't very difficult!" laughed Pam.  "I've known him for years, and
he comes here as a friend quite often, usually when he knows the girls will
be here so that he can lech after them.  I was the one to suggest that he
has a sexual interest in them, and he didn't even try to pretend that I was
mistaken.  He even said that it would be unwise of me to leave them alone
with him, because he probably wouldn't be able to resist the urge to molest
them!"

   "Well, clergymen have their desires, just like all men, and I must say
that anyone who has the good taste to lust after my pretty granddaughters
automatically goes up in my estimation."

   ~~~~~

   "Your friend Ken is coming here tonight for a special occasion, Beccy,"
said Robert a few days later as he relaxed in his daughter's living-room.
Ken was the father of Laura, Beccy's friend - father and lover indeed, and
he had been promised the use of Rebecca's body, once Robert had taken his
little granddaughter's virginity.

   "I'm sure you can imagine what that special occasion is going to be,
Beccy," said Pamela.

   She was sitting by her father's side, his hands groping her breasts
through the thin material of her white cotton blouse.

   "Are you going to fuck me, Granddad!" said Rebecca, clearly delighted by
the prospect.

   "I am indeed going to fuck you, child.  Your increasingly urgent demands
that I do so have forced me to let you have your way.  Your vagina is still
extremely tight, but I'm sure I can get inside you, though you may feel a
good deal of pain."

   "It's only fair that you do me now, Granddad.  Clare will only be four
when you have sex with her, after you're married."

   "Well, these things don't always work out as we would wish them to.  I
don't think I can be expected to wait for another four years before fucking
Clare - that would be too much to bear!  I would have loved to have had you
when you were only four, but it just wasn't possible at that time."

   "Is Ken going to fuck me, as well?"

   "That's the general idea, though only if you want him to, of course."

   Robert said this with a smile, well knowing what the 8-year-old's
response was likely to be.

   "I really, really want Ken to fuck me!  He let me watch him do Laura
last night, and then I licked his cum out of her pussy!"

   "You understand that Ken will be wearing a condom?  We need to make sure
that when you become pregnant it's with my baby."

   "I can still drink his spunk out of the condom, after he's had me, can't
I, Granddad?"

   "That would be a lovely thing to do, Beccy!"

   After pondering for a few moments, Rebecca said: "Mummy says Clare is a
depraved cunt.  Do you think I'm a depraved cunt, Granddad?"

   Robert laughed.  "There can be no doubt about that, child!  Delightfully
depraved is the term I'd use."

   "I really want to have your baby, Granddad.  I want it to be a baby
girl, and I want it to be your whore right from the start."

   "And then we can abuse it together, with your mummy and your nan, can't
we?"

   "Is mummy going to have your baby, as well?"

   "That's the plan, my darling.  I'm having sex with your mummy as often
as possible now, and I'm hoping it won't be too long before I make her
pregnant."

   The 8-year-old was silent again for a moment.

   "Will you still want to fuck me when I've got a big belly, Granddad?"

   "Of course, silly!  You're going to look even sexier than usual when
your baby's growing inside you, and I know I'll be desperate to get my cock
into you at every possible opportunity."

   "I do believe it's time for you to get your cock into me again, Dad,"
said Pamela.  "Shall we go upstairs?"

   "Can I come with you?" asked Beccy, pleadingly.  "I want to watch you
having sex, and I want to see what mummy's pussy looks like after she's
been fucked.  If a lot of lovely spunk comes out of it, can I lick it up?"

   "I don't see why not!" laughed Pamela.  "provided, that is, you promise
to share it with me in a nice cummy kiss!"

   "Can I take your clothes off, Mummy, as well.  And yours, Granddad?"

   "Anything else, child?" said Robert.

   "I want to make your cock really hard, Granddad, and put it in mummy's
vagina."

   "A reasonable request, I suppose, coming from a little girl as perverted
as you are."

   "Granddad says I'm depraved and perverted, Mummy!"

   "Well, I think he's probably right about that, don't you, Rebecca?"

   ~~~~~

   Later, Pamela and Rebecca discussed the question of what the 8-year-old
should wear for her special night.

   "Not that you'll be dressed for very long, of course.  Your granddad and
Ken will be desperate to rip your clothes off and have their way with you,
but I want you to look your sexiest when they arrive tonight.  As their
whore, you should anyway always want to look your best for them."

   "Can I wear make-up, Mummy?"

   "Only a touch of lipstick and a hint of eyeshadow.  Just enough to
enhance your natural prettiness."

   "Am I really pretty, Mummy?"

   "The prettiest little whore a mother could wish to have as her daughter!
Ken and your granddad are so lucky to have you as their bitch.  As it's
your first time tonight, they've promised to take it easy with you for a
while before pounding you hard, but men being men I wouldn't take too much
note of that.  It's more than likely that you're going to get that good
seeing to we were talking about right from the start, without being eased
into it."

   The prospect of this didn't seem to worry the 8-year-old, as she
immediately returned to the subject of her clothes.

   "Can I wear my 'hot bitch' knickers, Mummy, 'cause that's what Ken calls
me?"

   "Yes, my darling, and that disgracefully short denim skirt to show off
your sexy legs, and that new skimpy top with the naughty little peepholes
where your nipples are."

   "I like looking like a slut, Mummy!"

   "So you should.  If all pretty little girls dressed like sluts and acted
like sluts, the world would be a happier place."

   "Ken says that' cause I'm only a little girl it will be rape when he
does me tonight, even though I really want him to do it to me."

   "Well, the law is really rather silly in many ways.  It says that
because you're only an 8-year-old, you can't consent to sexual intercourse.
Which is ridiculous, of course.  In the case of little girls like you and
Laura I would have to say that I think rape is a good thing.  A beautiful
thing, indeed.  Why should you have to wait until the age of consent before
you have sex?  And what about your little sister?  I would never allow
anything to happen to Clare which could harm her in any way, but I'm
adamant that it's in her best interests for her virginity to be taken on
her fourth birthday.  As a loving mother, I don't feel that my attitude
could be any different."

   "Do you think Granddad will be able to make me have a baby?"

   "I'm sure he'll do his best!  That means he'll be having sex with you
lots and lots, and squirting loads of his semen into you."

   "I can't wait, Mummy!  Granddad said I might have to see a doctor, but
I'm not poorly, am I?'

   "No, darling, but a doctor may be able to give you something to help you
ovulate, so that you have a better chance of getting pregnant.  I did
explain to you about ovulation, didn't I?"

   "Yes, Mummy.  Will it be Dr Bennett I have to see?"

   "Well, he's very broadminded, which is essential in our situation.  He's
not likely to be at all outraged when I tell him that your grandfather
wants you to have his baby."

   "I like Dr Bennett.  He looks at me as if he'd like to do naughty things
to me, if he could get me alone."

   "Yes, I'm sure he's got the hots for you, which is a big help.  You'll
need to wear something sexy when we consult him.  Sexy, but not slutty, on
this occasion.  You'll have to flirt with him and give him a hint of the
favours you would be pleased to grant him, if he helps us out."

   "Will he want to fuck me, Mummy?"

   "Well, there must be something wrong with him if he doesn't want to fuck
you.  At first, though, I'll just try and give him the opportunity to feel
you up a little, and kiss you.  We'll take it from there, but I don't think
we'll have any problems."

   "When I have a big belly, will granddad still want to have sex with me?"

   "What brought that up?" said Pamela, laughing.  "Granddad may well want
to have sex with you even more, when you're big with your baby.  Lots of
men are turned on by pregnant women."

   "But I'll be a pregnant little girl," said Beccy, not entirely persuaded
by her mother's words.

   "Granddad will be absolutely more desperate than ever to get his cock
inside you when you have a big belly, I promise you, child.  I'm just of
sure of that as I am that he'll be fucking me when I'm big with his baby."

   "I hope we both have baby girls.  Then we can do sex things with them,
can't we, Mummy?"

   "Well, that's for your granddad to say, as he'll own them from their
birth, but I'm sure that he wants them to be brought up as whores for
anyone in the family to use.  That will be so much fun, won't it, Beccy?"

   ~~~~~

   That same afternoon, Pamela found time to take Clare to the store where
her mother had bought knickers for her granddaughters.  Although primarily
dealing in lingerie, Marion Dent, the owner of the store, had assured
Pamela, in a phone conversation, that she could provide Clare with a
complete wedding outfit.

   "My, oh my, what a pretty little thing!" said Marion when Pamela entered
the store with the 3-year-old.  "Please come into the back room - my
assistant will deal with any customers."

   "As I said on the phone, I want Clare to look as sexy as possible for
her marriage," said Pamela.  "Of course, she always looks sexy to me, but
for her marriage I want her to look so hot that her grandfather, and Pete,
our neighbour, can't wait for the service to be over, so that they can
ravish her!"

   "Had you anything particular in mind?"

   "Well, it has to be something which displays her body as much as is
possible, in the circumstances.  A very short, white dress, with white
hold-up stockings and tiny white knickers to match.  I thought a brocaded
silk top, with thin straps, and ideally peepholes to show off her sweet
little nipples.  Clare is really envious of the top with peepholes that her
big sister owns.  Would that be possible?"

   Marion smiled.  "Peepholes in a wedding dress don't usually come as
standard, but my assistant, Carmen, will be able to arrange that, I'm
sure."

   When Carmen, a lithe, black-haired beauty in her early twenties, was
called into the back-room, she readily allowed that it would be a simple
task for her to put peepholes in Clare's wedding dress.

   "Could I suggest that there are additional ways to attract attention to
the little one's nipples?  They could be rouged, or reddened, either with
lipstick or red nail varnish, or you could have them pierced, perhaps with
two little bars."

   "I recommend doing both," said Marion.  "Clare would look so hot with
bars or perhaps rings in her nipples."

   "Would it be possible to get someone to pierce such a young girl,
though?" asked Pamela, hoping that it would but feeling that there was only
a slight possibility of such a thing.

   "Don't worry about that.  I'll see to everything that's needed for Clare
to have the wedding she deserves.  Have you decided to have her hair in any
particular style?"

   "I thought just two pigtails.  I want her to look as young as possible,
to accentuate the difference between this tiny child and the two tall,
burly men who are marrying her - always remembering that at the wedding it
will be in everyone's thoughts that immediately after the service both
marriages will be consummated in public."

   "I hope Clare's grandfather and your neighbour understand how lucky they
are to be marrying such a lovely, sexy little girl.  I know I'm fishing
here, Pamela, but when you send out invites to the wedding, please don't
forget me!"

   "Both you and Carmen will of course receive invitations to the wedding,"
said Pamela, without hesitation.  "After Robert and Peter have had their
way with Clare, my intention is to give her to those attending the ceremony
to do with as they wish."

   "I'd love to do the child with my strap-on," said Carmen impulsively,
blushing as Pamela turned to her with a smile.

   "There's no reason why you shouldn't do so.  You and Marion will be
allowed to use Clare in any way you want to.  I only ask in return that you
both make yourselves sexually available to anyone in the wedding party who
wishes to use you for their pleasure."

   Marion and Carmen readily agreed to Pamela's proviso, their eyes fixed
on the entrancing 3-year-old as they imagined the delights to come!

   ~~~~~

   "I've been longing for this moment ever since I first set eyes on your
little girl, Pamela," said Ken, nervously sipping his scotch and soda.

   This was the first time that he had visited Rebecca's home and he was
feeling unaccountably tense.  He had been molesting his 10-year-old
daughter, Laura, for several years, with the knowledge and participation of
his wife, but now that he was about to use Rebecca in the same way he
couldn't help but wonder if her mother was really going to allow him to do
everything to the 8-year-old that he wished to.

   "It's been clear from what Beccy has told us that you want her, and I
see no reason why you shouldn't have her.  It will be so good to hand her
over to an experienced child abuser - as a loving mother I could hardly do
otherwise when given the opportunity."

   "I want to stress that I have feelings for Rebecca which aren't just
lust.  She's a sweet, lovely little girl and I really love her."

   "And loving her, you can't help but want to have sex with her, even
though she's only 8-years-old.  I quite understand, Ken, and fully
sympathise with you."

   "I do long to fuck Rebecca, of course, but I'm sure that penetrative sex
won't be the be-all and end-all of our relationship.  When she comes to my
house we often just kiss and canoodle and masturbate each other, and that
is entirely wonderful and completely satisfying."

   "Beccy tells me that you enjoy hitting your own child, but that you've
never layed a hand on her.  She's quite miffed about that, actually!"

   Ken smiled.  "To me it seems natural that a father would want to give
his little girl a slap or two now and then.  There's a strong sexual
element in that desire, of course, but it's also about putting the child in
her place and showing her that she must accept a submissive position in
their relationship.  I experienced no compunction at all when for the first
time I slipped my hand into Rebecca's knickers and felt her up, but I
somehow couldn't bring myself to hit her without your permission."

   "Well, Robert has the final authority on such questions, as Beccy is his
whore and she's willingly agreed that he owns her completely, but I know
for a fact that he takes it for granted that you'll be beating her
regularly.  As far as my permission is needed, you have it gladly."

   "I'm so pleased about that!  I generally give Laura a bit of a beating
before I have sex with her.  It tends to make me rock-hard and Laura nice
and wet."

   "How hard would you say you're likely to hit Beccy?  Hard enough to make
her cry, anyway, I would hope.  I wouldn't want you to give her favourable
treatment just because she's not your own little girl."

   "I don't think you'll be disappointed," said Ken.  "I use a fair bit of
force - there's no point in doing otherwise."

   "Perhaps you could slap my face a few times, just so I can judge what
you mean by a fair bit of force."

   For a moment Ken thought that Pam was joking, but he could soon see by
her expectant expression that she meant what she said.  Without a word, he
put his drink down and went over to where Pamela was sitting.  Smiling as
he went about his work, he slapped both sides of her face several times,
gradually increasing the force of his blows.

   Pamela's skin turned red with each slap but she let out a moan of
pleasure with each one.  Ken kept increasing the force of his slaps, making
sure to spread them out so that each hit had time to fully register before
the next.  Pam's eyes were closed and her breathing became heavy as the
pain mixed with pleasure.  She had never experienced anything quite like
this before, but she was loving every moment of it.

   Ken realized that Pamela was enjoying the slaps and decided to take it
up a notch.  He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her
neck.  Without warning, he slapped her again, harder than before.  Pamela
moaned in pleasure, and he felt a rush of excitement.  He slapped her
again, relishing the sound of his hand on her skin.

   Finally, Ken stopped and stepped back to admire his work.  Pamela's face
was now a bright shade of red and her hair was tousled from the force of
the slaps.  She opened her eyes and looked at Ken, a mix of gratitude and
desire in her gaze.

   "Thank you," she whispered.  "That was amazing."

   When Robert came into the room, with Clare in his arms, he took over
from his friend, giving him the 3-year-old and then roughly pulling his
daughter's breasts from her dress and slapping them mercilessly, throwing
in a few hard punches now and then.

   Few things aroused Pamela more than being beaten, and when her father
had finished with her she yanked her dress up to her waist and hastily
pulled her knickers down.

   "I need Clare's arm in my cunt, Dad!"

   Ken had already undressed the 3-year-old, so eager was he to molest her,
but he now readily handed her over to Robert, who knelt her on the floor
before Pamela's chair and showed her how to ease her open hand between her
mother's labia and then into the warm and wet embrace of her vaginal
opening.

   "That's a good girl, Clare!" said Pamela.  "You're such a good whore for
mummy, aren't you?  Close your hand into a fist now and push it as far into
mummy's cunt as you can.  Granddad will help you."

   Robert took hold of the 3-year-old's elbow and thrust her arm deep into
his daughter's vagina.

   "Punch into my cunt as hard as you can, my darling bitch!" Pamela
moaned. ã--ã-- Robert continued to help his little granddaughter insert her
hand as far as possible inside Pamela, but after a while Clare looked at
him and pouted.  ã--ã-- "I can do it on my own, Granddad!" ã--ã-- "I'm sure
you can, you filthy little slut!" laughed Robert.  "Go ahead then." ã--ã--
Pamela felt an overwhelming flow of love for her little girl as the
3-year-old moved her arm in and out of her mother's vagina, punching her
closed fist inside Pamela as forcefully as she was able.  ã--ã-- Clare felt
her mother's cunt suddenly tighten around her thrusting arm, and she had
enough sexual experience now to know that Pamela was climaxing.

   Robert pulled Clare's arm out of the grip of his daughter's vagina and
licked it all over, relishing the tangy flavour of her juices.

   "Where's that other slut of yours, Pamela?  I need to fuck her badly,
and I'm sure Ken does too."

   "She's changing into something really sexy for you.  I'll go and hurry
her up."

   Pamela hurried from the room, her breasts exposed and still stinging
from the slaps they had received, as was her face.  She couldn't quite
understand why the rough treatment that her father and Ken had meted out to
her made her feel so alive, but so it was, and she only knew that she
wanted more of that treatment whenever they felt the need to give it to
her.

   Something else which she knew would make her feel more alive was
watching Rebecca being beaten, and the anticipation of that was heightened
by the knowledge that after the 8-year-old's beating she would be fucked by
her father and Ken.

   Pamela's growing excitement as she imagined how the two men would use
her little daughter was only intensified when she opened Beccy's bedroom
door and saw how the 8-year-old was dressed.

   ~~~

   (To be continued.)

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