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Parenthood is pedohood. That was Scott and Tracey's stance, anyway. They had an adorable baby girl, soon to hit her first birthday and therefore, in their twisted minds, ready for use. They played with and around her in many a ways before, but never so much as made flesh to flesh contact with any of her holes. Scott had cum on her tiny ass and belly and that was the extent of it. Those were in his "moments of weakness", too lost in the throes of inconceivable horniness and desperation that he had to unload on her. Simply had to. Tracey, meanwhile, had her own moments of weakness, and would wash her baby girl's sudsy cunny in the tub with more vigour and lustful care than necessary. She showed immense restraint to never so much as slip a finger in the lovely little doll, despite every intention of doing so on a specific day. That day being Eden's first birthday. Coincidentally, Eden and Scott shared a birthday. Tracey would spoil the absolute fuck out of them both. And herself. Perfect chance to, right?
They had a whole birthday party planned out for their sweet tot, with family and friends as well as a handful of playmates from Eden's daycare. If Scott wasn't so utterly infatuated and in love with his wife and daughter, he might actually pay attention to the cuties due to turn up at said party. They mattered not one bit, none of them. He had everything he needed and more. Even the set of triplets with doe eyes and dark-chocolate skin. They would surely come matching in pastel dresses, but to hell with them. Besides, events would happen before the brunch party that would make this bucking bronco a content-as-could-be father and husband.
"Happy birthday, my beautiful man." Tracey roused her husband with breakfast in bed. Not the type you're thinking, though. A full English breakfast, perhaps? Nope. How about a naked baby, plump cunny out and rolly legs kicking. Funny, because the dream Scott just had involved his two ladies. "My two special people on their special day," Tracey swung little Eden above his bleary eyes, awakening him quickly with the most wondrous of delights. Scott's dick swelled under the blanket. Tempted as she was to unveil it and perch Eden by its side, Tracey wished for one solitary thing. She needed the tot on her man's face.
"Oh, fuck," Scott muttered under his breath, beguiled as ever, waiting a literal goddamn year for this very moment. His breathing became heavy as that baby-pussy closed in.
"Dada loves you," Tracey said, gently and sweetly kissing her little girl's head and peach-coloured locks, her flesh drawing ever closer to his. She moaned, donned with goosebumps, as that first cunny to mouth contact was made... A spaceship docking into place. Tracey's own pussy leaked profusely, and she hastened in ditching her robe to the ground, now completely void of clothes, joining them in that nakedness.
Scott's whole world ignited. He unapologetically slid his 35-year-old tongue in the cunt he'd been pining for, after 365 long days. Applaud the deviant's patience and marvel at it. He and Tracey conceived this child with every intention of exactly this: sexual pleasure for all. His stubble felt brash against the divine softness of his baby. The more he poked and prodded Eden's undersized pussy, the hotter and more vocal his doting wife became. She moved a hand under the covers and stroke Scott, rubbing herself with the other, entranced by this set-up sex act.
"How is she, baby?" Tracey managed to get out between sweet moans and her own troubles breathing. Scott groaned as a means of sharing his positive feedback, and that vocalisation must have tickled his birthday buddy's body, because Eden gave a wicked chuckle. God, did he adore her unbridled giggles and whatnot. His wife's many laughs, too. Nothing made him happier than seeing his girls light up, or Tracey speaking passionately on a matter. (It could almost quite literally be anything and the pervert would leak pre-cum, so obsessed with her and her mind.)
So, there these parents were, one indulging on some tasty year-old pussy and the other basking in the sights with both hands tending to genitalia. Both ready to explode euphorically. They could try to stretch this out, but who were they kidding? Precious Eden was the apple of their eye, and finally dining on her was too big of an ask to not let the dam break when it needing breaking. The bubbly baby cooed incessantly and began clawing her chubby little hands at her daddy's face, the lower half of which was hidden under her.
Scott was officially done for when a glimmer of pee trickled out of Eden in the briefest of streams. He released a guttural moan and swallowed that treat with the utmost satisfaction. His cock twitched in Tracey's hand, and she kept pumping away as cum surged up his shaft and spat over his belly, over his innie belly button and up his abdomen. Scott threw the blanket off of himself just in time for Tracey to both watch it blast out and so it wouldn't leave a gooey mess of their relatively fresh sheets. More than the sperm expelling his body, Tracey leered at his heaving chest and, naturally, at the cuteness that was their Eden so delicately poised on her filthy father. She had no idea about that dribble of baby piss nourishing her man. That knowledge came later. She knew full well, however, that the ecstasy he'd experienced was due to be replicated in her. With stray globs of his cum brandishing her fingers, she squeezed Eden's dainty derrière while climaxing.
"Oh, baby. My babies! Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, ffffffuuuuck-aghhh!" Tracey squirted over her fingers and down her chunky thighs. She hurried to basically fling Eden's tiny form off of her daddy so that she could kiss the man. They locked lips and kissed with such ferocity, Eden idly unused, Tracey grinding against her husband's hip and torso and prolonging her orgasm, shuddering in his mouth.
Their baby girl suddenly didn't matter. She might as well have been invisible. Scott flexed up and Tracey understood instinctively to get on all fours. His dick, recovered and newly expanded, filled her cunt up nicely. It always did. Tracey cried out, every fibre of her being relishing in these feelings of what only her beloved could do to her. His so-called "fancy" accent made her weak at the knees, as did his manner of speaking. And she had the equal effect. Scott had bagged the quintessential American woman with the exact demeanour, inflections, and turns of phrase he'd grown up fascinated by... Drawn to. Every trait he truly looked for in his lost place of uncertainty, he found in her from the outset, long before the two were an "item".
Scott's present this morning–though not entirely a surprise (as they spoke often of their first time with Eden being on this shared birthday)–came greatly appreciated and was the gift to top all gifts. Tracey deserved a dicking as thanks. So, Scott drove rapidly in and out of her immaculate, wet hole with everything he could muster, fucking his soulmate senseless. He didn't even look over his shoulder at baby Eden, or think to. The curious kid did come into his peripheral, though, crawling to Mama and Dada to see what the fuss was about. She'd been here before... Up on the bed with them as they fucked. And this time when she nestled up to Mommy, the woman took her sweet baby girl in her embrace, kissing the pretty little thing deeply. Crying and moaning into her mouth, molesting the 1-year-old's gums and tonsils with her cougar tongue. Tracey came hard, and so did Scott soon after. Sorry, not soon after. Simultaneously. That's what seeing your wife and baby girl making out will do to a guy. A mere mortal. He bellowed and growled, unable to focus on his two loves, vision going vague and not something his body considered important right now.
Tracey had well and truly coated her thighs, her cunt dripping as if it were a leaky faucet. Scott is usually the one to pull out after filling her up, but today Tracey made that decision. She drew out of him and scurried their Eden to Daddy's dick, abutting her lips on his sensitive glans. Cum seeping forth from his pisshole was immediately tacked onto her drooly, saliva-riddled lips. He gently inched himself inside her accommodating and miniscule mouth. Maybe Eden recognised the technique of taking a man's phallus from the countless times she'd sat witness to it with Mommy and Daddy. Or maybe those memories had nothing to do with the matter and she took his cock as any other food or object offered up to her mouth, understanding to open wide. Either way, their hot little bitch had Daddy's dick in her gob and enjoyed it. Not as much as her dastardly parents enjoyed it, of course.
"I bet you can't cum again," Tracey said as if declaring a double-dare. It was easy enough for her to climax again, naturally talented that way and with XX chromosomes. Scott, on the other hand, had an appendage which could only take so much, as immeasurable as the pleasure derived may be. He'd gladly fuck the tot's mouth and stay erect all the while, but had no means of releasing a third load in this short a turnaround. He set his wife on the path to cum again, via an erotic blowjob for the ages. Scott held his baby girl in her place: firstly, under her chin, lifting her head up for the full impact of her features and expressions while suckling his meat. He moved to laying a large palm on the top of her diminutive head while gently moving back and forth a fair distance (comparable to Eden's size), hitting the back of her throat and receding to her gums, repeating this dozens if not hundreds of times. Tracey came... well, who knows how much! Who was keeping score? Certainly not her. And though Scott had no belief, pre-oral, in his balls being extracted once more, enough time had passed that it seemed apparent he would. His pair of sluts had their usual effect on him. Tracey's endless cumming inspired him greatly, and after months and months of picturing this very moment with Eden latched onto his manhood, who was he but a mean papa to deny his pride and joy a taste of where she came from?
Scott's steady breath stuttered with a lack of control. He locked eyes with his amazing and incredible wife who'd already honed hers onto him with the change in his oxygen-taking tempo.
"Cum in her, baby," Tracey urged. "She wants her daddy's juice. She deserves it."
"Fuck," is all Scott could manage, initially. "I love you, baby," he groaned, chest heaving and erratic as he lost himself in the familiar feeling. As his shaft blew blissfully and his heart raced, he leaned in to kiss his wife. Identical in nature, both leaned in at the same time, dancing tongues together as he shot an an appropriate amount of jizz down his 1-year-old's ill-prepared throat. Eden sputtered on her daddy's dick and neither caretaker cared. Not only *should* she take it and deal with the consequences of her sexy actions, but the lovebirds were too caught up in tongue wrestling to pay much mind to her in this very moment.
They broke the kiss with the most passion-filled eyes which screamed "I love you". Seldom could two people love one another so wholly. A flawless couple, each one insanely perfect in the other's eyes. And their trance ended only because of a certain someone's babbling. Eden had removed herself from Daddy's firing pole and now spoke in her baby language with white splooge dangling down her chin. They figured they should get her cleaned up and, y'know, *not* smelling inexplicably of sex for her brunch birthday party only a couple of hours away. Get her fed and dressed, looking cute as shit. Responsible and normal parenting 101.
Tracey and Scott bathed their darling together, copping feels of her squidgy body left and right. They stayed naked for easy access to their own palpable and leaking places. Tracey came multiple more times and would occasionally get distracted with the washing, opting instead to suck her man's dick and his never-ending pre-cum. Both adults kept hydrated as best as they could, chugging a bottle of water each before bathtime. Once Eden was all clean and silky fresh, Scott lifted her out and laid his princess on her belly for one final move. He spread her tiny asscheeks apart and licked her butthole, unable to help himself, the pervert. He graciously stood aside for Tracey to get in on the fun and test it out for herself. She lapped at Eden's puckered hole with more fervor and spirit than he, though that didn't mean she yearned for it any more or less.
"Are you ready to watch me fuck that ass tonight, my love?" Scott's smile lines pronounced and unable to keep from grinning, he was fully invested in one of the more sensual sights of his life: his wife basking in their baby's delectable anus. Tracey came hands-free, as she was one to do, so profoundly turned on by what she was doing, who she was doing it to, and her person watching over them.
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The birthday brunch with family and friends came and went. It was a lovely celebration of Eden, with gifts and laughs and wholesome love galore. All the while, however, Tracey and Scott had tonight's delights on their mind. Eden wore a matte-black shirt that read, "I'm a Daddy's Girl with My Mommy's Attitude" and boy did that ring true. They put a mesh and frilly, but matching, black skirt on her that was fucking adorable. Eden's diaper bulged under that as it should.
Close family stuck around until an early dinner at 5:00. Scott's family threw their own mini birthday celebration with chocolate mudcake and a massive, framed photo of him and Tracey with Eden at the hospital on the day of her birth. When the last of family departed, it was close to Eden's regular bedtime. This was to be no regular night for our dear threesome, though. Their opportunity for the next wave of birthday celebrations-slash-presents kicked in.
The couple situated themselves in Eden's room, setting down a temporary, high-set mattress beside her crib. Scott laid back and stroked his drooling dick to Eden in her wooden crib, who stood upright to watch and giggle at her enchanted daddy. Tracey sat right there beside her man, on the edge of the mattress, utterly engulfed in both her loves. The plan was to remove an item of clothing from Eden's baby-fat body every few minutes. The first piece to go was her top. Once removed, Tracey then fitted a giant novelty bow around her pot belly, as one would a gift. Standard practice for what was, here, a highly taboo activity. Next, that wonderful skirt came off, and you had this diapered little thing with a big red bow around her... The pinnacle of cuteness. Tracey's panties had a pesky damp patch, so she took them off and had a fiddle with herself. Eden's eyes and attention stayed captivated on her daddy, though; her legs shuffling about as her hands gripped onto the bars of the crib. Good God, would they have fun using this pint-sized human fleshlight. Scott was panting and doing his damndest not to bust.
Tracey, meanwhile, had moaned through her first orgasm of the night and now took their darling out of her sleep palace to join them on the... molester mattress? She set the dazzling Eden down on her back as if to change her, except with no replacement diaper in hand. Tracey exposed their darling's succulent vagina and whispered in her husband's ear, simply:"Please fuck her." She and Scott tingled as one, each using a finger to spread her chunky labia and gaze at the pink interior. They'd admired it *thousands* of times before, though never with the imminent intent of breaking it in.
"Open wide. Here comes Daddy's aeroplane," Scott said dryly, retracting his foreskin and gearing his dick at her entry. He thudded his tip on her gorgeously fat mound.
"Fuck," they muttered in unison. Tracey inhaled sharply as her man claimed what was rightfully his – purple head vanishing in the 12-month-old vagina. That depravity sent the pedomom into a premature frenzied state of hurried clit-rubbing, while her pedohubby's eyes flickered with the bliss of their birthday princess in her *birthday suit*... That adorable macro gash swallowing his bulbous glans. Scott felt an incredible rush and serenity overcome him.
"How good does that feel, baby?" Tracey ran a hand up and down his back, entranced unlike ever before, while her leaking pussy sang, dripping to coat every part of her in the radius of her nepi-obsessed cunt.
"Oh, fuck... Fuck." Scott groaned earnestly from his chest, world anew with the best and sickest moment of his life, in the company of his two loves. "Fuck... fuck..." The dad had no other words, caught up in the matter at hand. The matter squeezing his pedocock. His eyes drifted shut as he worked a fair two or three inches in and out of his baby-whore fuckdoll.
Between the view of meat splitting open that year-old hole and their infant's expression of mild discomfort infused with incomprehension, Tracey closed in on another orgasm. An almighty one. She dug her fingernails into Scott's lats, just about enough to draw blood, on the precipice of convulsing. Before losing control completely, she knee-crawled close to dear Eden and let the downpour happen as it may. Her mommy juices squirted in one clean stream over their sweet angel. Her delighted moans prompted Scott to open his eyes amidst his own extraordinary pleasure and watch his majestic queen's contorting face. And what a fucking queen she was. Invigorated by her beauty and climaxing, combined with that firehose mess being made on their precious baby girl, Scott edged another couple of inches deeper inside that wonderfully, woefully, awfully tight twat. No lube. Pure, sheer will. On the anniversary of Mommy breeching her, here Eden was getting her cherry popped and plowed by Daddy. The waterfall also known as Tracey's hot, gushing mommy-squirt rained down on their infant's chest and face – a peak motivator for Scott to thrust faster and harder in the confines of their tiny whore. His wife shook through her extended orgasm, and he began shuddering with her, his eyes widening as a hefty load approached. It hit him... hard. Really fucking hard. He always suspected bald baby pussy would enact a rebirth of sorts. Not having a religion besides that of honouring and bowing down to his wife, Scott averted born-again Christianity. Nepi sex was his reawakening. His faith. He bellowed out and produced new sounds as he lurched forward, jaw going slack (perhaps cartoonishly so).
As Scott's seed rocketed out into his little darling's hidey hole, the paedophile fought to keep his eyes from glazing over. Not succumbing to such bliss proved quite the mission. His lean stomach tensed and released in sync with each jolt of his shaft blasting out numerous thick ropes of daddy goo into his picture-perfect mini Tracey. The strange noises continued to escape him, and he lunged deeper in her miniscule figure... Tracey spotting the head of his snake bulging at her navel and it rumbling away in there. Twitching. She ran a wet, sticky hand over the protruding lump. These dirty fuckers didn't know it yet, but that virginity-taking weapon was speckled in blood. Poor thing, hurt and crying *on the inside*. Her sexy cherub face kept remarkably preserved, however, even giddily reacting with coos and giggles to her papa's overly-expressive emissions: his goofy, guttural sounds and downright overawed expression. It proved Eden's value and purpose as a cocksleeve... As a fleshlight to be fawned over by her daddy in the same way he fawned over the goddess that grew her for 9 months, only more lewd in his affection. Tracey cried out and came *again*, repositioning ever-so-slightly for the last remaining fluid in her to splash out with precise aim on both sets of genitals of her birthday extraordinaires. The adults' stammered breathing became one, and when Tracey's smouldering eyes met her husband's, they both went in for the single most passionate kiss of their obsessed lives. These two lived for one another. And for Eden... So fittingly named after the garden where all things fruited for a monumental couple.
Mid-kiss, Scott pulled out of their shared slut and took Tracey in his arms, switching attention solely to her. He lowered his wife onto the far end of the mattress, kissing her harder and paying no mind to their creampied infant. They missed his cum *flooding* out of her plump, puffy, undefined cunt... The tinges of deep-red blood also unseen. Instead of ogling her freshly fucked babycunt and at maximum cuteness, they made out, consumed with feelings beyond a word like "love". Every sick and sweet (and *sickly sweet*) emotion swirled in their heads. Tracey damn-near died when her man's steel rod injected into her guts. She came instantaneously and whimpered into his mouth. He may or may not have been fucking her to oblivion–judgement too skewed on account of pre-existing sensitivities–and his thrusting certainly ramped up when he began kissing down her neck, muttering, "I love you... I love you, baby". Only momentarily, though. Scott abandoned her canal as swiftly as he entered it. Then, in a mad dash, he left and returned with sweet Eden, plodding her on Mommy's face, cummy cunny oozing its direct line on her mouth. Scott traded one makeout partner for another, tonguing his sweet 12-month-old as she sat on the stunningly besotted mama bear. Quite the scene: baby Eden having her two puny 'down there' holes lashed by a pedomommy in neverending ecstasy, with her third hole plugged not by a pacifier but her father's invading tongue.
The ravenous wolf masquerading as a father didn't stay in one place for long. He detached his mouth from Eden's to ram his dick in her precious drooling gob. What twisted and nebulous thoughts are in that fowl fuck? Probably something as straightforward as Eden extracting a feed from his paddle pop stick. Tracey, meanwhile, had her tastebuds explode with flavours: an abundance of baby batter which she normally would steer clear of (with the "cum is gross" philosophy), the sweetness that was baby *piss*, and the faint but unmistakable metallic flavour of blood. Too turned on to be overridden with concern or sympathy (and deep down knowing that Eden would be fussing if she were in notable pain), Tracey gorged on those delights and massaged the rotund little butcheeks she'd genetically passed down.
Aromas in the air were at an all-time high. All three superbly reeked of sex. Scott pumped away at his 1-year-old's orifice like it--she--was some cheap street-corner whore. He had a snarl and everything going, and her thin, wispy hair in one hand to ragdoll her head back and forth in time with his thrusting hips. Disgustingly depraved behaviour.
"Make Daddy cum again," he urged. "You fucking whore. Daddy's little fucking whore. You're gonna make cum again, Eden. Aren't you? You want that, princess? All over your baby gums and down your throat, you little slut? Huh? Daddy's sexy fucking slut! You need a bellyful of cum, don't you? God, you're a hot piece of fuckmeat, baby girl!" Scott's intensity and breathing matched, approaching you-know-what. "Fuck, Eden. Oh, fuck... You're such a beautiful little slut. I love you, sweetie. I love you! Daddy fucking loves yoouuuu-aahhhGGGHHHHHHHH!" He jammed into his beloved daughter's teensie tonsils and fired away, sending unseen amounts of his mustard cascading down her oesophagus. Born a team player and sexed-up plaything *made* for this treatment, Eden took his load and the entirety of his roughness without an ounce of resistance. In fact, she looked up at her pedodaddy with her enlivened, big, brown eyes twinkling of the utmost joy and giddiness. Scott could only shudder while muttering "fuck" in satisfaction as he dick twitched and pulsed out its cream. He gazed at his breathtaking duo: a princess and a queen, his immaculate loves. Tracey busily lapped at the cunny now cleansed of her accomplice's jism, wholly entranced with its pudgy opening. Scott wanted so badly in that moment to have his darlings cheek-to-cheek, alternating blowjobs and skullfucking the both of them.
Plenty else could be done with this infant sex toy. Their self-imposed ban lifted, Scott and Tracey had every intention of living out their ultimate fantasies with her. This was merely the beginning of their wildly lewd affection. They had to keep it on the down-low from everybody they knew, for obvious reasons, but that didn't mean strangers online couldn't be made privy to their misdeeds.