Message-ID: <34402asstr$1009951811@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: X Taleington X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2002 03:02:03 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} New: My Own Model (M++/g, b+++/g, M+/b, g/g, M/SM, g/SM, b/b, b/g, M/b, M/M, M/F, oral, anal, mast, inc, cons, TG, gangbang, exhibitionism, interracial, cuckold, slight dominance, implied F/F) Date: Wed, 2 Jan 2002 01:10:11 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, Lambchop Lines: 3209 <1st attachment, "My Own Model.txt" begin> "My Own Model," Version 1.00 Copyright (C) 2002 Taleington. All rights reserved. Feel free to archive, post and repost (unchanged, please!) for free. This story may not in any circumstances be used for commercial purposes by anybody but the author. Story codes: M++/g, b+++/g, M+/b, g/g, M/SM, g/SM, b/b, b/g, M/b, M/M, M/F, oral, anal, mast, inc, cons, TG, gangbang, exhibitionism, interracial, cuckold, slight dominance, implied F/F (Did I miss any?) This story is pure fiction ... I hope. At least I haven't tried anything like that depicted in the story, and please, PLEASE boys and girls, young and old, don't try this at home -- nor anyplace else for that matter. It sounds more delightful than it actually would feel, I'm sure. The initial idea for this story was another story called "14-Year-Old Model" by some to me unknown author. I you haven't got the law's, your parents', your guardian's or your own (provided you're old and sane enough) permission to read about consenting love and sex between boys, girls, men, women and hormone treated males, STOP READING! If it is against your moral or religious persuasion to read about such matters, STOP READING! It is quite stupid to read a story you know offends you, just to get offended -- unless being offended makes you happy, of course, then it's OK. Just don't blame me. All the characters in this story are fictitious, any resemblance with people living or dead is purely incidental. As the story codes tell you, this story depicts consenting sex between almost any combination (and number) of living people (I'm not into snuff or necrophilia, truth to be told), young, old, child, adult, male, female, shemale, you name it. It's not for real, it's not practical, it's bizarre, it's exaggerated, it's na ve, it ignores critical facts of life, like stamina, monthly periods, pregnancy (except once), syphilis, AIDS, child psychology, limits of precociousness, ..., but who cares? It's fiction, it's fun ... it's fucking (pardon my French, "making love" would be less offensive, but lacks the initial F, I wanted, and "faking love" was not quite what I meant, albeit starting with an F :-). Each chapter is basically a separate story, with the chapters chained together by the common characters to create some sort of continuity. This makes it possible for me to explore a number of different scenarios, without the need to come up with new characters with their own characteristics for each story. Talk about a lazy writer. I took me about sixty hours to write (and rewrite) this story, and I tend to amend, expand, correct and change the story every time I read it again, so I'd better stop reading it, before it gets out of hand. If you spot problems with my language, please bear with me. English is not my mother tongue and I've been told repeatedly that it's almost impossible to write well in a foreign language (so I will just abstain from discussing whether the correct abbreviation for "would not" is "won't" or "wo'n't", like the Rev. Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (Lewis Carroll, the author of stories like "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" for the infidels not in the know) did in his preface to "Sylvie and Brunoe Concluded" -- OK, I just wanted to show off). Personally (this might be perceived as hubris) I felt the language to be the smallest of my problems, having a fair spelling checker -- I rather felt I had more difficulty with continuity and with wicked ideas that would turn people on. The story does little in character building, as I'm a fan of much action, often, in this genre of stories, yet it is not all "Slam, bang, thank you, Ma'm" either. I hope you'll enjoy, all the same, and have as much pleasure reading it as I had in writing it. - Taleington List of main characters provided at the end. Contents -------- My Own Model A start in the modeling business A Mixed Movie Starring a reluctant performer At Home Enjoying the domestic bliss Gill and Peter How to overcome a small problem At the Mall Having fun at the mall Tommy's Friend It's nice to have young friends The Wager How to earn one thousand dollars in ten hours My Own Model ------------ "Hi Dad," my daughter Lisa called, entering our basement gym where I was doing my morning workout. It is not easy to keep in good shape after thirty. "Hi honey," I called back, while maintaining my count in my head. 'Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred.' I put the bar-bells back into the holder and sat up. She came over to where I sat in her old bathrobe that hang loosely around her young, slender body, exposing all her naked beauty below. I often wondered how a twelve-year-old girl could achieve such a hefty bust that most adult women would kill (or pay a plastic surgeon heavily) for. Except for her hairless pussy and her slightly childish face, she looked more like a sixteen-year-old than her real age. "Look at this," she said, holding a magazine in front of my eyes. "They are looking for models for this club, it says." She pointed to a small advertisement in the magazine. I skimmed the ad that basically said that they were looking for young, well-endowed female models and that you could apply at their place today at ten. "Can I try it?" she asked with a pleading little-girl voice and sat down on my lap, hugging and kissing me. "Please Daddy." I padded her on the back and gave it some thought. She had always loved new clothes and to parade around showing off her purchases. Everything from blouses, shirts, skirts, dresses, and bikinis to bras and knickers. Not the shy type, my Lisa. She'd probably inherited this treat from her African ancestors. I really couldn't see any harm in her parading in other people's clothes instead of her own. "Well, OK," I said. "But remember to agree on the fee before accepting a job." "Oh, goody. Thanks Dad, I knew you would say yes." She gave me a wet kiss on the cheek and scampered off to her breakfast. I went off for my morning run down the beach. Five miles every morning before my breakfast -- as I almost said: Thirty-two and keeping in shape. When I came back just before eleven, Lisa had gone and a note on the fridge told me that she was at the club, going for the job. I stretched out and went into the shower to get rid of the sweat and to loosen up my muscles. Just as I had finished showering and shut off the water, Lisa burst into the bathroom with news. "I got the job, Dad," she declared and hugged my tightly even though I hadn't toweled yet so she got wet all over her front. Luckily she wore only a skimpy bikini so the actual damage was minimal. "Wow, that's nice, dear," I said and gave her a kiss on her forehead. "I hope you'll like it." I grabbed a towel and started to dry myself. She swiped her panties down her ankles and sat down on the toilet to pee. "I will, Dad, I'm sure. And they want me to start on Saturday." She looked me in my eyes. "You'll come and watch me, won't you? ... Please." "Of course, honey. It wouldn't miss it for the world. Your first job ... as a twelve-year-old model, at that. I'm proud of you." "Oh, thanks, Dad," she said while cleaning herself with toilet paper. She rose and pulled her panties up again, adjusting the crotch, before washing her hands. "Let's get some breakfast." Before we knew it, Saturday arrived and I ran down to a somewhat secluded spot of the beach, called Crab's Nook, where Lisa had told me she would be working. I was rather astonished when I saw the amount of equipment and the number of people at the place. Somehow I had visualized a camera or two, some lighting equipment and a couple of reflectors -- definitely not this excess. Apart from the morning joggers and other people not related to the shoot, there were about forty people in all on the set, it seemed. The onlookers could clearly follow the action on the monitors in front of a short man looking silly in his multi-colored Hawaii shirt. I spotted Lisa sitting on the hood of a fiery red car, surrounded by a number of tanned, white men, all aged about twenty-five to thirty. Real American hunks of good European/Caucasian descent. Lisa wore the skimpiest bikini I have ever seen (and I've been to the Carnival in Rio, if you know what I mean). Her nipples were barely covered by a top made of two stamp-sized, white triangles held around her torso with a thin piece of string and the bottom was also a triangle not much larger than the other two. She saw me, gave me a huge smile and waved me over while sliding down from the hood in a smooth movement. She ran over to me and hugged me tight, smothering her lovely breasts into my chest. "It's a really big outfit, Dad," she said and hugged me again. "They've got four videos and a couple of digital cameras too, they told me." I hugged her back and wondered for a second what she was modeling for. "That's nice honey. It all looks quite awesome." "Yeah, it's awesome." She dragged me over among her co-models and we all chatted amiably while waiting for some action. Suddenly the producer/director, or whatever he was, came over to us and called "Makeup" to all and sunder. Lisa went over to the makeup table and a young, thin man started attending to her lithe body. He brushed her hair so it was soft and shiny. I almost jumped as he perfunctorily removed her top and put it on the table, but then I remembered that the model industry hadn't time to adhere to ordinary social rules, it was a workplace, where limited nudity was generally accepted. The makeup guy grabbed a bottle of lotion and applied it all over her back and front. Apparently to make sure her front looked as good as possible, he applied lotion twice to her lovely breasts and massaged them for a minute. He re-tied the top and adjusted the small triangles so they just hid her now erect nipples. Lisa beamed her great smile over at me in anticipation of her new job, as the makeup guy continued his work. He applied lotion to her legs, starting from her slender, straight, black toes, working up her shins and thighs to her crotch. Without much fuss, he asked her to stand and applied lotion to her buttocks, all the way into her crack, pulling out the thin string to cover her bumhole and a bit into it. To finish the job, he pulled the small front triangle out and slipped an oiled hand down her crack, covering the remaining, more intimate parts, moving his hand up down a couple of minutes or so, until Lisa looked almost bug-eyed. Apart from this, she was very professional about his ministrations. I couldn't help staring at her lovely crotch as he worked her over. I could see her hairless pussy-lips clearly outlined under the small, tight-fitting white triangle of the bikini. It did more to reveal than to hide -- and I reveled in the sight, I must confess. He was soon finished with the makeup and the producer/director called for action. He pushed me forward with the models as the action started, apparently taking me for one of the cast. He lay an arm around Lisa's shoulders and led her to the car. Two photographers sporting the newest digital cameras followed them. "OK, honey, it's your turn now." She smiled at him, waiting for instructions. "Lean back on the car and strike some poses." She did as told and the monitors showed the pictures from the cameras in all their digital quality. "Good. Now let your hands slide up from your stomach to your breasts and lift them up." She did that in a sensual movement, but the last part appeared to be a bit lacking for the producer (let's just call him that). He went over to her and with a hand round her back lifted her breasts himself with semi-cupped hands. "Like this, honey dear." "OK," she said and repeated the sequence, lifting her breasts with semi-cupped hands too. "Perfect. Turn a bit ... Grip the end of the bikini-string and pull slowly ... Right, now pull through and hold it out in your outstretched arm then drop it." She did it in a slow, sensual movement and suddenly I stared at her bare breasts. My cock gave a twitch as it struck me precisely what kind of modeling job she'd got. "Nice work, honey, but your nipples are a bit flat. Let's try again." He picked up the bikini top and gave it to her. While she was tying the knot behind her back, he spat on his fingers and twisted her nipples a couple of times until they were really hard. She aligned the top with her nipples and removed it again, this time with the sought after erect nipples. "Excellent. Now play with your nipples and smile directly into this camera ... Good. Lean back and pull your shoulders back. Let's see your fine breasts ... Delightful." She gave me a proud smile that said, 'See, Dad, I can do my job.' I smiled back and nodded to her. "Hold your crotch with your right hand ... Right. Press upwards ... Fine. Pull the pants to the side." I gasped as I suddenly saw her pink pussy revealed in this provocative way. "Excellent. Pull the knots and let the knickers down slowly ... Right. Put a finger in your quim, draw it slowly up and rub your clit." I stared bug-eyed at my daughter as she did this rather stiffly, obviously not in training. "No, honey. You've got to relax." He went over to her. "Do it like this." She almost jumped as he put a finger in her pussy and drew it teasingly up her slit and started to rub her clit. "Right," she croaked and repeated his performance. "That's much better. Now put your right foot on top of the wheel and give us a workout." "A workout?" she queried. "Yeah, you know. A couple of fingers in your twat. A bit in and out, up around your clit. Rub it a couple of times and back again." "Uhuh," she answered and started a small live-show, which I followed intently. After a while she started breathing heavily, repeating, "Oh God! Oh God, it's good. Yes. Yes! YES! Y-E-S!!!!" as she came like a ton of bricks and I had to sit down, so overcome was I by the sight. "Nice work, honey. Breathtaking." Breathtaking indeed. He waited a minute or two for her to get her breath back. "Squat down in front of the wheel, lean your head back on the car, smile and give us a workout again." Lisa sat down on her heels with her legs spread obscenely, displaying her twelve-year-old, dripping pussy to about a hundred people without any compunctions and she did another breathtaking live-show. She started with one finger in her pussy, added another and another. She drove the three fingers in and out for some time, while rubbing her clit with her thumb. After a while, she concentrated on her clit, working it with her index finger -- and came again, looking straight at me with unseeing eyes. "Absolutely delightful," he beamed and she beamed back. "Bend over the hood and look into the camera ... Spread your legs, girl. Spread them ... Right, that's it. Fiddle your quim with your left ... Perfect. Keep doing it and get your middle, right-hand finger in your ass ... Slow and easy." She slowly pressed her long, slim middle finger against her sphincter while masturbating herself with the other hand. I was almost dying from lust at the sight. She slowly finger-fucked her ass and masturbated herself to another raging orgasm, screaming something that really, really sounded like, "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, ..., FUCK, F-U-C-K M-E, Daaadddddiiiiiieeeee!!!" "It was so perfect honey. Now take five." She extracted her fingers and licked them clean. She looked up to beam a blissful smile at me and scooted over to sit in my lap. "Do you think I'm a good model, Dad?" Well, what could I say but, "You're so gorgeous, my precious. You look so indescribably great and sexy." She hugged me tight, pressing her erect nipples into my chest. "I do love you so much, Dad. And you know what? ... You look great and sexy yourself, too." She rested her head on my shoulder, caressing my back as I caressed hers. The producer tapped her shoulder and gave her the bikini. "Back to work, honey." "OK. In a jiffy." She rose from my lap, leaving a large wet spot on my trunks. She stood just in front of me, with her pussy in eye-height as she put on the bikini. Top first. She ran back to the car with a happy gait and waited for further instructions. "You and You." The producer pointed at two of the models. "Come over here and sit in the car. You in the driver's seat and you as passenger." He waited for them to get seated and padded Lisa on her tight bottom. "Now, honey, get into his lap and make yourself comfortable." He pushed her softly towards the passenger. "Close the door." Slam. "Put an arm around his neck and look lovingly into his eyes ... Right." The cameras were back at work. "Perfect. Turn your head and give him a kiss ... Fine. Now tongues ... Good. Deeper ... Deeper!" Lisa gave this stranger a kiss worth a lifetime. In a strange way, I envied him, almost wishing it was I instead. "That's it. Step out honey and bend over his lap ... OK. Now flip his meat up over the hem and you can take yours out too." He pointed at the driver. Lisa flipped the passenger's eight, hard inches out and it stood rigidly, twitching slightly with each of his rapid heartbeats. "Nice. Move a bit to the right, to make room for the camera and start blowing him." It was rather disconcerting sitting here on a public beach watching my underage daughter give head to an adult stranger with an immense hard-on while her actions were recorded on cameras. Overwhelming was a mild word for my feelings. She blew him like a pro and the driver was told to go behind her, hard cock in hand, remove her top and caress her breasts while masturbating. He did that for some time, while Lisa blew the passenger. "How's the status?" the producer called to the guys. "Are you ready to loose it?" They nodded in unison and the director asked the driver to remove Lisa's panties and put his cock in her pussy. "We are shooting stills here, so don't start to fuck her for real, we want to see her wet twat and your hunky meat, my boy. I mean, slow movements just head inside." The driver nodded assent and started caressing her breasts, while inching his cockhead in and out just at her pussy entrance. I sat like enchanted, watching my daughter giving head to one stranger and getting almost fucked by another stranger. Lisa obviously liked his cock, trying to hump back for more purchase, but she was restricted by having to blow the passenger. The close-ups of her pussy with his cock in it showed clearly that she was dripping heavily and suddenly she shuddered in an orgasm. She lifted her head to scream it out, just as the passenger started shooting all over her face and in her mouth. "Point him at your hair," the producer instructed. "Back in your mouth now. Don't swallow, we want to see his jism on your tongue ... Nice." He turned to the driver, who had started grunting. "How's the status with you." "Near," he moaned and kept his small movements contained. I wouldn't have trusted myself to keep from stabbing her fully, had it been I, but he had commendable self-control. "Get up," the producer called to Lisa, "and let him shoot on your front." She rose and turned, temporarily losing contact with his cock, which was quickly remedied. "I'm there," the driver groaned and gave a jerk with his whole body, spitting his first shot down Lisa's sweet pussy. He pulled out, with a thin trail of thick, white sperm going from the inside of her pussy to his cock. He shot again, directly into her pink opening. Then more shots up her flat stomach and covering her breasts, while Lisa stood with closed eyes and open mouth, trails of the passenger's sperm trailing down her cheek. "That's really great," the producer exclaimed as the driver had stopped shooting his jism. "Now, honey. Lick his meat clean while you're working your hands over your front, spreading his cum on your body like lotion. Then give your zonkers some good massage to show how good it feels with a cum-bath." "OK," answered Lisa, whose nipples rose and crinkled from just the thought of the depravity of her actions. "Super," called the producer. "Let's wrap this session up. Take five." Lisa ran back to sit in my lap, beaming from her new adventure. "I'd always thought that modeling would be more difficult," she said and hugged me, cheek to cheek, smearing some of the passenger's sperm on my cheek. "Oh, sorry Dad," she said as she sat back and saw the mess on my cheek and chest. She slowly, sensually licked all traces away and gave me a deep kiss, trying to put her tongue into my mouth. I drew back a little. "Errh," I started. "I'm not sure this's the right thing to do." "Aw, Dad, don't be a prissy. It's not like we haven't kissed before." "Well, yes. But not quite this way, darling. I think it's frowned upon by a lot of people." "Bah. I like to kiss this way, I've just found out. Give it a try. Please." So there I sat, on the beach with my sperm-coated, twelve-year-old daughter in the lap, French kissing her. What a world. Lisa sighed deeply after we broke the kiss. "I'd better get cleaned a bit, before we continue." I followed her with my eyes as she ran naked towards the makeup table with an untroubled gait. Moments after, the producer called to action again, this time recording live action on video. I saw the car drive out and shortly after come back, again with Lisa in the lap of the passenger. They opened the doors and went out to meet at the front of the car. The driver and the passenger sported huge hard-ons that were clearly visible in their tight bathing trunks. I watched in amazement as Lisa kissed the driver deeply and her co-passenger slowly caressed her lithe body. The passenger got his hands around to her front and began to caress her breasts with light strokes while he pressed his body against her back. I was dumbstruck by the sensuality of seeing his tanned, white hands caressing my daughter's heavy, black breasts. I could see her nipples rise to the occasion and my cock was beginning to strain against my skimpy bathing trunks. I looked around and saw that I wasn't the only one with this problem and that a couple of the models actually had their cocks out and were stroking leisurely while they watched my twelve-year-old, underage daughter being caressed intimately. I looked back to Lisa and saw the driver move her bikini top up under her armpits, revealing the rest of her voluptuous breasts with rock-hard nipples. The driver kissed her nipples while the passenger kissed her neck, down the back to the bikini string. He took one end of the string in his mouth and pulled away so the knot unfolded and the top slid off her chest. He spat the top out on the sand and continued to kiss her down the back. The driver kissed my daughter greedily while he slowly pushed his trunks down his legs to reveal his large, rock-hard cock pointing 45 degrees upwards, directly at Lisa's front. She bent down and started to kiss his cock and one of the cameramen went really close on this, as I could see on the monitors in front of the producer. The passenger had reached down to her bikini bottoms with his kisses and continued to kiss along the string to the knot on Lisa's left side. As with the top, he pulled the knot, he then continued back to her right side and pulled the other knot -- and without further ado, the bottom slid down to the sand and Lisa was as naked as the day she was born, as could be seen live and on the large monitors. The onlookers cheered and I had a real hard time keeping my cock constrained at the sight of her. It pressed so hard, I could see right down inside my trunks. The passenger went around and started to kiss her pussy while Lisa gave the driver a blow-job. She appeared to be a natural, for in no time she had the drivers eight inches down all the way, with her nose in his well-trimmed pubes. The passenger stroke his cock slowly while sucking elaborately on and in her pussy. The close-ups showed his tongue darting over her dark clit while her juices dripped from her twat. I could see her breathing heavily under his ministrations and suddenly she shook with heavy convulsions. I almost spilled my load in my trunks at the sight of my underage daughter taking sexual pleasure from adult strangers. Lisa moved and leaned over the corner of hood, spreading her legs to display her lovely pussy clearly from behind. The driver and the passenger went around to the front of the car and she started to blow them alternately. They leaned backwards and looked like they were in the seventh heaven. The producer in the meantime asked the other models to shed their trunks so he could look at their raging members. "You too," he said as he went over to me and just pulled my trunks down without further ado. I was rather shocked as I wasn't a cast member, but he seemed oblivious to the fact. I'm rather well-endowed, if I may say so. I've got a twelve-inch (erect state) cock, about three inches in diameter (same state). The producer looked once at my huge cock, muttered, "Perfect," and pushed me in the direction of Lisa, whispering his directions, "Get trimmed, take her from behind, slam bang, give her all your juices and make room for the next." A guy with a cordless hair trimmer followed in his wake. He grabbed my hard prick, pulled it out a bit and in no time had my curly pubes down to almost nothing, which really emphasized the size of my cock. He let go with a smile and padded my back, whispering, "Lucky bastard." A bit baffled but quite overcome with my arousal, I followed the producer's orders and went over behind Lisa. Without much of an introduction, I directed my cock at her entrance, lay my hands on her shoulders -- and pushed into her sopping wet pussy. She gave a gasp at the unexpected intrusion but, as the professional she obviously was, continued to suck the guys. At first I couldn't get my cock very far up her hot passage, before hitting her hymen. I gave her a couple of short strokes, to get her used to my size, then I pressed all I could. In a single stroke I broke her cherry and maxed out at her cervix, half of my cock still out. She took this treatment without further ado, so I started to stroke regularly and moved my hands round to her breasts. After just holding them a bit, I began to knead them, first rather lightly but soon more and more heavily as I got into the act. She began to moan heavily as I fucked her deeply -- and suddenly she climaxed, screaming and tearing away on the large cocks in her small hands. The driver was so near his climax too that he came, hearing the sex-induced scream of my daughter. He ejaculated large globs of sperm all over Lisa's hair and face and she opened her mouth to get it all. The passenger moved his prick in place and in one smooth movement, he had it down her throat and fucked her heavily in time with my movements, smashing his pelvis into her nose, moaning all the time. Suddenly Lisa had another orgasm and pushed back so hard just while I pushed forward that my cock went up her cervix, all the way. Oh bliss! This was the first time ever that I had felt my pelvis smacking into the buttocks of a woman I was fucking. My little, twelve-year-old daughter took it all -- to the hilt! The passenger and I groaned simultaneously and shot our loads. I, her father, shot uncountable shots of my hot, white jism deep in her womb while a total stranger shot his seeds directly down her throat. After filling her uterus, I was forced to withdraw as my legs almost couldn't hold me anymore and shot the remainder on her pretty brown hole and up her back. I just had time to move over, before I was replaced by another of the models, who rammed his cock into her sperm-filled twat. Another two models took over the places of the driver and the passenger. The driver, the passenger and I, spent as we were, went over to the makeup table, where a tall, smiling redhead with freckles started to clean our flaccid cocks with a damp cloth. She gave my cock a squeeze and smiled broadly at me. "Nice cock you've got mister. It really turned her on, didn't it?" "Yeah," I replied and continued proudly, "She really is something of a hot minx, right?" She nodded and went over to the driver to complete her ministrations. I looked over to Lisa, who had now turned around and lay on her back on the hood with her legs over the shoulders of a guy, who rammed her repeatedly with fast, hard strokes. At the same time another guy was fucking her mouth like a cunt while she masturbated two guys with her hands. I couldn't help myself. My prick slowly got hard again (as was everybody else's, as much as I could see). I actually saw some spectators with their cocks and pussies in their hands, stroking furiously while watching the action on the monitors. They varied in age from a middle-aged man, over a beautiful teen-age girl, to a couple of boys probably not more than ten or eleven years old, masturbating each other. I felt I knew those boys, but couldn't quite place them in their naked state with shorts around their ankles. The next team had shot their loads, two on her, all over her front, from pussy over breasts to face, and two in her, pussy and mouth. I looked over at the boys again and saw them shoot their load almost simultaneously, hitting the sand several feet in front of them. Suddenly I recognized them. It was Jerry and Jimmy Hansen, the notorious nine-year-old Hansen-twins of my neighbor. Nine years old and they could shoot jism, I couldn't until I was about eleven. What a world. The producer sent the next man to take up the action. This guy set himself in the passenger seat of the car with his legs outside and Lisa straddled him and leaned over with her heavy breasts on his chest. It was strange to see their coupling followed closely by a cameraman on his knees in the driver's seat, with another lying almost under the car, taking pictures from below, clearly showing the guy's prick working my dear daughter's hot quim on one of the monitors. The producer tapped me on the shoulder and smiled up to me. "Now give this lovely whore all you've got in her bumhole, pull out shooting and cover her mouth. Let's set her off and get some real action." Somehow this was almost too much for me. My cock got more hard than I've ever felt it before at the thought of me running it up my daughter's virginal ass. The tall girl from before came over to me and took my rock-hard member in her hand, squeezing some cool gel all over it. She stroked up and down a couple of times from base to head, twisting her hand round the head for a while when she reached it. She ended up by squeezing some more on the tip and a little in my hand. She tapped my cock lightly with a flat hand and whispered in my ear, "Go give it to her Tiger. I'm sure she'll explode with this delightful monster up her lovely ass." I nodded and stumbled over to my daughter in a haze. I dipped my middle finger in the gel and started to massage it around and into her pinkrimmed asshole. She almost jumped from the coolness of the gel but soon returned to her previous rhythm. I slowly pressed my middle finger against her sphincter. It didn't penetrate immediately but by applying a steady pressure, her muscles relaxed and it entered with a barely audible plop. Lisa was somewhat disconcerted for a short while and looked back to see what was going on behind her back. Her eyes widened, when she saw it was I, but it soon changed into a huge smile of expectance. "I love you, Daddy," she mouthed and kept her pace up and down her friendly "colleague". I kept on dilating her sphincter and pressed another finger and then another finger up her lovely bum. When I felt she was having an orgasm again, I withdrew my fingers and pressed my hard cock in. It went in amazingly easy so I slowly started to fuck her bowels. I soon worked up my speed and banged my twelve inches deep into her entrails, slapping my pelvis obscenely against her black behind. Once again I grabbed her dangling breasts and squeezed them mercilessly while fucking her ass like crazy. She moaned in pleasure and begged for more. "Fuck my ass, Daddie. Put it in, all the way up to my stomach. Squeeze my young breasts. Harder, Daddie. Harder!" "Yeah, baby, can you feel Daddy's prick banging away in your hot virgin ass? Huh?" "Oh yes, Daddie, it makes me so hot all over," she moaned, nearing her next climax. "Give it to me. Shoot it so hard that it will blow out my nose." She really was into this, my sexy little daughter. "OK, Lisa darling, here it comes! H-e-r-e i-t c-o-m-e-s!!!!" I shot my first load deeply in her bowels, withdrew and shot the next with such a force that it hit the cameraman inside the car on the nose. Lisa turned without missing a beat on the cock in her pussy and slid her mouth round my still shooting cock. I kept shooting while jerking my hips forward in the staccato movements of a really good climax. Suddenly my pelvis hit her nose, indicating that she had swallowed every one of the twelve inches of my prick down her insatiable gullet. This was just what it took to get her off again and she moaned in pleasurable agony, milking my spewing cock with her throat muscles. The model under her couldn't keep it up any longer either, hearing and feeling her deep orgasm, so he shot his load, spraying my underage daughter's cervix with his hot cum. Time to change partners again. This time Lisa moved to a large beach-towel and soon had all her openings filled with new cocks. As soon as one of the models had shot his load in her or on her, he was replaced with a new, erect cock, ready to fill every of her slimy, sperm-coated orifices. For the next three hours, the thirty models and I each had filled every one of her holes at least once. I actually kept the local record and did her six times in all. Twice in her pussy, twice in her mouth and twice in her ass. Beat that, if you can! During the whole proceedings I couldn't take my eyes off my baby daughter's young body as it was ravaged by one adult stranger with a stiff cock after another. Their hot, white seed where all over her small, black body and seeping out of every of her well-worn orifices. At last the producer called it a day and Lisa rose with a huge, satisfied smile and ran over to me. Even after having six orgasms in three hours, my prick couldn't ignore the sexy sight of my ravaged, sexy, twelve-year-old daughter running naked towards me on a public beach full of strangers. It stood to attention in two seconds flat. Lisa jumped up, straddled my hips and hugged me tight, lowering her seed-dripping pussy on my erect love-stick. "You're so hot, Dad. Much better than the other wimps," she exclaimed and kissed me deeply. "I really love fucking your huge horse-prick. Having it all the way up my inside. It makes me sooooo tingly all over." Her words, the taste of the jism of thirty men in her mouth paired with her movements up and down my raging hard-on did it. I shot my load up her lovely pussy again, while she shuddered in her own orgasm, probably induced by her naughty thoughts of making love to her father in public. I staggered down and we sat, hugging each other until my cock slowly slid from her pussy, trailing the spent semen of thirty virile strangers. She jumped off of me and whispered softly, "Wait here, Dad, while I get my fee." She returned shortly after being cleaned somewhat on the exterior by the tall girl. "Oh, I'm so happy Dad. I wasn't sure I was good enough, but it seems the producer likes me and wants me back tomorrow for a 'mixed movie', as he called it. I've got your money too. And I'll get the same fee tomorrow plus copies of the raw tapes from today." She waved two 100-dollar bills that appeared to be the agreed fee for her and my services in his film. A Mixed Movie ------------- We got home and decided on a communal bath, having been sort of friendly in an intimate way earlier that day. I went out to fill the tub, and shortly after we climbed in and soaked for ages, while talking about her job. "I had this feeling, you know," I started, "that the modeling job was for something like you parading dresses, blouses, shirts and skirts. Maybe even underwear. It never occurred to me that it would be a porno-movie." I pondered a few seconds over this. "Didn't they ask your age when you applied for the job? You know it's highly illegal to use underage girls in pornos." "Nah," she replied with a smile. "They just asked us to get out of our clothes and strike some poses." She grinned at the thought. "It felt so lovely wicked striking poses with thirty-odd other naked girls in front of ten adult men. It made me feel tingly all over and made me wet between my legs. I started with ordinary poses like the other girls, but I also tried, while facing these guys, to slowly bend over backwards, you know, ending up standing on my feet and my hands, with my tummy up." I could clearly visualize what that would do to her pussy. I told you at the beginning that she wasn't shy, but I didn't realize myself to what extent she was missing inhibitions. "Three of the men took their thingies ... cocks, that is ... out and started stroking them. Then they called us down one by one and asked us to lick their cocks. Blow them, they actually called it." My cock started to react to her recollection and I was soon hard again. "As I really hadn't had any sex before, I didn't know what blowing meant ... what a silly word, you're not supposed to blow but suck, you know ... but as I wasn't the first, I could see what the other girls did. I think I was third or fourth, and I bent over this guy, opened my mouth and started licking him. I liked the taste and the feeling a lot and pressed forward until he hit the back of my mouth. When he reached there, I swallowed a couple of times and had my nose in his stomach before I knew better. He seemed to like it a lot, for he groaned, 'Yes, yes. I love it. I'm cumming,' over and over, and started spewing some of his white stuff down my gully. He just held my head and hammered his thing...cock in and out a couple of times, while spewing." She smacked her lips in recollection of this action. "He called the producer-guy over. You know, the guy in the silly, colored shirt, and told him that I was OK. The producer looked me over, ran his hand up and down my front for a while and told me how he liked my soft, shaved pussy, so I was told when and where to meet today and they told me what to do, basically letting men spew their stuff everywhere, as you know." She giggled at the thought. "And I haven't really shaved it. But I didn't tell him otherwise, as he liked me already." She looked at my stiffie and exclaimed, "Oh, wow! You like to hear this, don't you?" "Right," I croaked and cleared my throat. "You're the most sexy, little woman I've ever met." "Do you really mean that?" Lisa grinned and moved herself over to my lap, where she dived down and engulfed all of my twelve inches in one smooth movement. She kept bobbing her head up and down for almost two minutes, before coming up for air, spluttering water out her nose. She dove down again and did it for another two minutes, came up for air and decided on a new tack. She moved further towards me and almost smothered me in her lovely breasts as she sat down again. With steady hands, she guided my hard cock to her wet entrance, sat down and had me up her cervix in one smooth movement. I almost blew my eighth load that day then and there, but by extreme concentration, and the presidents from Lincoln to the second Bush, I fought it off just in time. "I love it, when you enter me all the way, Dad. It was only two that did that today. The first one and you." "I love it too," I croaked, still trying to hold back my climax so she could achieve hers, thereby missing the meaning of what she had said. I started to kiss her breasts and stroke a finger in and out of her lovely pussy, while I had my thumb rotate on her swollen clit. She soon started to breathe heavily as she worked herself up and down my rigid pole. I sucked her nipples alternately and just as I felt her nearing her climax, I bit down hard on her nipple, almost drawing blood. She screamed in the ecstasy of an enormous orgasm. Her climax made it impossible for my to hold back any more and I blew my load, once again filling her little womb to overflow with my hot jism. My muscles kept contracting after I'd blown it all, trying to shoot non-existent sperm from my depleted glands. After that day, we chose to change our sleeping arrangements and Lisa moved into my bedroom permanently. I think it would be appropriate to tell you now that Lisa's mother Doreen wasn't living with me anymore. We hadn't been married and did go our separate ways about a year ago -- we didn't separate in anger, it was just that her mother had found herself a lover, she liked better than she liked me. After a bit of parlaying, we decided to split up so she would take Tommy, our now five-year-old son and live with Gina, a beautiful and sweet girl of eighteen, while I kept Lisa. I still saw Doreen and Tommy regularly -- and had even had the opportunity to make love to Tommy's mother and stepmother, a few times. Well, as Doreen didn't live with us anymore, it was simple to have Lisa move into my ... no, OUR bedroom. I will not go into further details about our first night together -- a man need to have some privacy. Oh well, I can reveal that I only had four climaxes and that we got very little sleep. In the morning I rose early, did a bit of workout (reduced schedule due to unforeseen circumstances) and prepared breakfast for the two of us. I took the breakfast on a tray to our bedroom, sat it on the chest and tiptoed over to the bed, where Lisa slept soundly. She had thrown the comforter and looked so sweet and sexy with one leg folded up to her chest and the other stretched out. I bent down and started to lick her small clit with small movements. Shortly after, she started to roll her eyes and apparently had a nice dream, for her juices started to flow freely and her clit grew to a rather large size. Yesterday, doing her on the beach, I hadn't observed the size of her clit, but we had no such secrets after our night together. As her clit had swelled to the size of a very small prick, I started to masturbate her with my fingers, directly on the thin sheath surrounding her hot button. She moaned heavily and the wet spot on the sheets was expanding rather quickly. Suddenly she sat up and screamed, "Oh God, Dad, I'm cumming!" She grabbed me by the hair and forced my lips to hers, kissing me hungrily as if her life depended on it. After some time, with our tongues intertwined, her climax subsided and she became more rational. I took my mouth away and said, "Breakfast is ready, honey, and we have less than an hour before you have to meet at 'Work'." "Delightful, Dad," she answered when she saw the tray. I jumped into our bed with the tray and we ate our breakfast in the communal silence that indicates either a very good or a very bad relationship. In our case, the pleasure of our mutual understanding left us nothing to say right then. When we had finished, Lisa donned the bikini she had been given by the producer yesterday and I my tight swimming trunks. We walked hand in hand down to the club and drew quite some stares from strangers that couldn't tear their eyes away from Lisa's beautiful and plentiful display. I actually saw one guy walk into a telephone pole as he tried to follow her with his eyes. Down at the club, the producer was busy setting things up, so we sat down on a couch, chatting with a nice, white girl that looked Lisa's apparent age. She told us though that she was actually thirteen years old and not sixteen either. This producer must be doomed, I thought, as he used so much jail-bait for his movies. Not that I would tell on him for some odd reason. The producer had finished the most urgent of his preparations and grabbed a chair and sat across it in front of us. "Hi, Lisa," he said to my daughter. "You were just great yesterday. Absolutely beautiful, I must say. Gorgeous, irresistible and a natural." Lisa actually blushed at his words, not being used to sweet praise from people she hardly knew. "And you," he continued, looking me in the eyes. "are the best stud I've ever had on my films ... Ever! I'd like you to be in this film too, if you don't mind. It'll just be gorgeous." "Sorry," I said. "I'm only here to escort my daughter to work." I embraced Lisa with my right arm and she snuggled up to me, laying her head on my shoulder. "Nonsense," the producer argued. "You are just a natural like her ... and you have this great equipment." He padded my cock through my trunks. "I won't take no for an answer, so just give in." He winked at me and continued in a stage whisper, "And wouldn't you just love to ride your lovely, homemade tigress on film again?" Well, what can I say. I'm human, exhibitionistic, incestuous, and gave in with only a few more arguments. "Right," he said, "We have to find you some decent ..." He winked at us. "... clothes for your entry." He led us, including the young girl Lara, into a rather large prop room. Lisa and Lara shed their bikinis and waited for the producer to select some clothing for us. Lisa was given a bright yellow tube-top with matching micro-skirt and -panties, plus a pair of sandals the same color. Lara was given a set precisely the same, only in pink. I watched them intently as they donned their new clothing, the tube-tops stopped about an inch below their nipples, revealing most of the underside of their breasts and the skirts barely covered the tight panties. The producer winked at me again. "You know, the viewers want to be able to tell the models apart and brightly colored clothing is just the way." He pondered a second. "Not that it is a problem in this production, with color-coded girls." The producer rummaged a bit and came back with a pair of lose fitting, white shorts, a white polo shirt and a pair of white sneakers. I peeled my trunks off and heard Lara give a gasp, as she saw the size of my cock. I smiled at her and donned my new clothes, the tip of my cock hanging just below the edge of the right leg of the shorts. (I did tell you it was long, didn't I.) Shortly after, we were told to go into a set, done up as an ordinary living room. Lara and Lisa pretending to be friends and I to be, you've guessed it, Lisa's father. Lara and Lisa chatted naturally as we entered the room filled with ordinary furniture -- and a host of cameramen and such. I left for a drink (as per instructions) and came back to see Lara sitting in a large chair and Lisa on her knees in front of her friend. Lisa was fondling Lara's breasts through her pink top. Lisa had her delicious bottom high in the air and I couldn't help myself, but had to give it a friendly swat. "Ow, Daddy," Lisa exclaimed. "That's not fair." "Well, is this fair then?" I said and bent down on my knees behind her, slowly moving my arms up her chest, under her yellow top, until I caressed her breasts lovingly. "That's much better, Daddy." She lifted Lara's top free of her breasts and started to caress and kiss them. At the same time, I moved her top out of the way, still caressing her erect nipples. After a short while, I took one hand round to her panties and slid them down, displaying her bald crotch to the cameraman and his camera right on my shoulder. "Go for it, Lisa," Lara moaned and enjoyed my daughter's ministrations. "Make love to my soft, white breasts with your nice, black hands. And lick my pussy ... Please!" I started to lick Lisa's pussy as she pulled Lara's panties down, also followed closely by one of the cameramen, not that I cared. Lisa licked Lara and I licked Lisa. It was a beautiful sight and my cock strained to get free, but I was under strong instructions to let Lara and Lisa climax at least once before getting itfree. This fact induced me to use every trick I knew to get Lisa off and in a few minutes I succeeded, just as she got Lara off. "Oh, Daddy," Lisa moaned. "It's sooo delicious to have your strong tongue licking my hot clit. I'm so near now ... So near ... I'm cumming ... Daaaddddddiiiiiiiieeeeeee!" Lara was in no better state, she gasped, "Lisa, Lisa. Lisa!" repeatedly, ending with a howling "Liiiiiiiissssssssssaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Having kept my part of the bargain, I stepped out of my shorts in no time, lifted the hem of Lisa's short skirt and pushed my hard pole directly into my daughter's hot snatch, right up her cervix and kept it there for a short while before I started fucking her for real. "I love your big, incestuous elephant-prick up my womb, Daddy. Fuck your little baby daughter. Give me every inch of your black meat. Bang it mercilessly up my wet snatch." "Yeah, baby bitch. I'll show you what a real man feels like. I'll fuck you 'til you beg for mercy. I'll rip your cunt apart with my big, black cock. I won't stop before you scream." We really were into it and Lara obviously felt a bit left out, so she crawled under us and started to lick and massage Lisa's large breasts that slapped back and forth in time with my movements. My prick had Lisa's pussy completely distended and there were no need for me to touch her clit directly as my thick prick was quite sufficient stimulation for it. I fucked her hard, alternately fast and slowly until she had her first orgasm. I kept on fucking and after her fifth orgasm, she screamed and begged me to stop. "Oh stop, Daddy. I can't take it anymore! Ahhhhhhh ..." She had cum again. "Please, Daddy. Stop it! Ohhhhhhh ..." And again. "I ..." Again. "... can't ..." Again. "... take ..." Again. "... it!" Again. As her legs gave way, I had to hold her up, but couldn't hold her for long and had to let go eventually. She rolled over on the floor, totally spent and left me with a view of Lara, her breasts bare and her downy pussy just visible under the pink skirt. I lay myself on top of her and mounted her without further ado, almost crazed with burning lust. I slapped my solid cock right into her and didn't stop at the end. I passed her hymen (oops, another virgin -- I mean ex-virgin) and her cervix gave way just like that. I couldn't believe that I had just deflowered and gone right into the womb of a beautiful white girl, who was starring for the first time in a porno-movie. "Aww, Uncle John," she groaned in pain. "You're hurting me." "Lara, darling, it'll pass in no time. Just wait and see." And as predicted, her groans soon changed from ones in pain to ones of lust. I kissed her deeply and massaged her breasts, flicking her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, kissing and biting them lovingly. Before long, she was bursting with orgasm after orgasm and suddenly I couldn't hold back any more and let go of my hot cum right in her teenage womb. As I lay there on top of her, nearly exhausted from my exercise, a small knock on the door indicated new visitors to our make-believe world. Two large, gorgeous girls entered the set, a white and a black. They were unbelievably tall and yet so well-proportioned that I wondered what they did in the porno industry instead of real modeling. "Hi," the black one said in a deep contralto, "we're your new neighbors, but it seems we've picked a rather inconvenient time for our visit." "Oh, sorry," I croaked and rose to meet her. "It's OK with us if it's OK with you." "No problem," she replied and went nearer. "I'm Belinda and she's Whitney." She suddenly grabbed me behind my head and started to kiss me deeply. 'Oh wow,' I thought, 'she's got some experience.' Lisa and Lara had come up from the floor and looked almost decent with their tops covering their erect nipples and their skirts covering their pantyless crotches. Belinda went over to Lara and Lisa and kissed them deeply too. Whitney in the meantime went over to me and gave my half-soft cock a friendly hug and kissed me just as Belinda had. Deeply and with years of experience. I started to feel her up, going from her firm buttocks up her back, unbuttoning her blouse every step upwards. At the top, her blouse was free and she let it slide off her arms, displaying a pair of breasts the size of ripe melons. I started to kiss her huge breasts and she grabbed my cock in return, stroking it lovingly back to full strength. While kissing her lovely front, I undid the zipper of her skirt and it sailed silently to the floor, leaving her in a pair of black lace panties and black sandals. I kissed her deeply on the mouth again and squeezed her delightful buttocks, while moving my hips against hers in short stabs. She looked me so deeply in the eyes that it almost sent me swimming. "I think there's a girl in need," she said and pointed to Lara, lying on the couch with her hands buried deeply in her hot snatch, while Lisa sat in the chair being eaten out by Belinda. "Oh well," I sighed. "A girl in need I must rescue." I went over to Lara and started to suck her lovely pussy while caressing up and down her chest. After I had brought her to a couple of orgasms, I went forward and put my raging hot cock in her pussy. As before, it went all the way through her cervix and into her warm womb just to go out again. In and out I ran my cock while stimulating every spot I could reach from this position. After her fifth or sixth orgasm (I didn't really count), I had it out of her pussy and pressed it against her lovely brown hole. She gasped heavily at the intrusion but nothing could stop her joy now so I just pressed on. In a few strokes, I had my huge cock all the way up her tight asshole, duly documented by a camera a few inches from my hips. The cameraman pulled back and I could see Lisa and Belinda in the chair again. As I saw Belinda make movements like fucking Lisa, I suddenly realized that she had a real cock. Just as I grasped the fact that she was a shemale, I felt a hot rod trying to rip my asshole apart. "Relax, John," Whitney said, pressing her hard organ up my virginal behind. "You're SO tense. Relax and enjoy." "Ungh," I replied in agony when her cockhead entered. She pressed on and I had her white cock all the way up my rectum in no time. For some odd reason the pain was soon changed into sexual pleasure and almost before I had any idea of what had happened, I blew my load up Lara's teenage ass. I leaned over her and let Whitney fuck my ass to pieces, while I watched Belinda doing the same to my twelve-year-old daughter. Whitney shot her load up my ass, had some ministration from Lara and started fucking her. Belinda blew her load in Lisa's hot asshole and over her breasts. Lisa sat up and licked her back into action so she could butt-fucked me as I licked her cum out of Lisa's bowels. After she had sent a load up my ass, I licked her clean and turned her over and fucked the living daylights out of her. In a couple of hours, we had tried all possible (and some impossible) combinations and were just too exhausted to do anything further. The producer clapped his hands and called it a day. I kissed Belinda and Whitney goodbye and held Lisa and Lara around their shoulders on each side of me. They trailed slimy tracks of sperm from their ravaged pussies and asses all the way to the wardrobe, where we sat down. The tall girl from yesterday cleaned us up and gave my cock a light squeeze when she was finished. "You're awesome, John," she said. "Couldn't my husband and I visit you some day for some good-natured 'leisure'?" I looked at Lisa, who nodded eagerly. "Certainly, err ..." I hesitated as I didn't know her name. "Gill," she said. "Certainly Gill. Let's find an evening sometime this week, if you can." She nodded and looked in her appointment book. "How about Wednesday?" I looked at Lisa again and got another nod. "Wednesday is fine, how about dinner at seven?"" "A deal." She let go of my soft cock. The producer, Paul I'd learned, gave me 200 dollars and a stack of tapes, eight in all, saying that it was a copy of the raw material from yesterday and today. I thanked him duly and started to change. Lisa and Lara chatted away as we dressed, not that it took that long, but we sort of had to work the tension out before leaving the club. "Aren't they just awesome?" Lara exclaimed. "I mean, both huge titties and huge pricks." "Oh, they are," Lisa replied. "And did you see the look on Dad's face as Whitney started to bugger him." "Yeah," Lara grinned back. "I think that was the shock of the year." "A gross understatement," I grumbled at the thought. "I think I know what a 'mixed film' means now." Lisa smiled lovingly at me and kissed me deeply on my mouth. "But you're just so cool, Dad. I mean, somebody sticks her cock up your bum and seconds after you're banging away on Lara as if nothing has happened. You're the best." "Absolutely," Lara chimed in. "I'm glad it was your monster-dick that took my cherries. It was just awesome." "Thanks," I said lamely. "You two have such great pussies, mouths and asses that nobody can help get aroused just looking at you." "Do you really think so, Dad?" Lisa exclaimed tucking out the hem of my trunks, looking down at my shriveled cock and showing it to Lara. "Well, not always, it seems." "There are limits, you know," I returned. "A man can just sustain so much -- and eight orgasms in a couple of hours is definitely my limit." Lara and Lisa chipped away as we left the club and somehow Lara ended up following us home. At Home ------- As we floated naked in our pool, I got curious. "What does your parents say to your modeling job? Do they know what you're actually doing?" "No, they don't. To be honest, I wasn't quite sure myself, even though I had a shrewd idea after blowing the producer at the 'audition'." "Well, how about it?" "You know, I just love fucking, it seems. It was so delightful and I couldn't get enough of it today." Her smile went a couple of shades down. "But my parents are such prissies. I haven't seen them naked for years and years and I don't think they ever make love anymore. And they've only been married for twenty years." I sort of smiled lopsidedly at the thought of 'only twenty years', as few people today could keep together for so long. "Don't take it so hard, Lara. Remember it's a great thing that they've kept together for so long. Look at me, I haven't even been married and have two kids." "Two kids," Lara said. "I've only met Lisa. Where's the other?" "His name is Tommy and he's with his mother. We see him regularly, though. I'll have him next week-end and the following week." "Oh, right." Lara understood. "By the way, I think you're right about marriages. I mean in my class I seem to be the only one with married parents." "There you go. You should be proud of your folks if they can keep it together without quarrelling." "Actually, I've never heard them quarrel. Discuss, yes, but never quarrel." "You're more lucky than most. It's no fun having quarrelling parents, screaming and yelling at each other -- never a moment of peace. Trust me, I know." Suddenly the door to the pool-room was swung open as Jerry and Jimmy entered. I had an agreement with their parents that they could use my pool if I was there too, so it was no actual surprise to me. "Hi John, hi Lisa, hi stranger," they greeted us. "You're all in the pool. Goody, we are coming in too." They quickly shed their shorts to reveal the bathing trunks they wore below. "Oh, you folks are nakkid. Goody," Jerry said (or was it Jimmy -- I couldn't really tell them apart). They shed their trunks too and jumped in without further ado. They swam over to were we lay and looked uninhibited at the girls, their small cocks rising slowly. "You two were just sooo sexy yesterday," Jimmy (or was it Jerry) said. "We really loved seeing all those men doing Lisa. Especially you, John. Daddy got all excited about it, when we told him about it." 'Oh, gosh,' I thought gloomily. 'Jail time for little me. Statutory rape and incest. 20 to forever or some such.' Jimmy couldn't read my thoughts luckily, so he just continued, "It made him blow his wad in my hiney in two second flat when he heard it." "It what?" I exclaimed. "Yeah. It made his cock spew gallons of jism up my ass, just by hearing the story. Guess he'd been really excited if he'd seen you live." "Hey," Jerry interjected. "We aren't supposed to tell people about what we're doing with Daddy and Mummy, you know." Daddy AND Mummy -- now that's something I hadn't believed. "Aw, man. When John also does it to Lisa, he won't tell. Will you?" "Of course not, Jimmy." "Hey, I'm Jerry," he said crossly. "Sorry." "I'm totally hot from looking at these babes," Jimmy (really, Jimmy, I'd got them tagged by then) said, holding his stiff boy-cock in his hand. "Won't you make it go away like Daddy does, John." "What do you mean. Jimmy." "Arh, you know, blow us and do our hinies for a while 'til we feel good." "You two mean to have me blow your stiffies and stuff my cock up your asses?" I asked incredulously. "Yes, please, John. We really need it now." "Ah, well. Put that way I can hardly refuse." Lisa and Lara grinned viciously at my plight but followed us to the family room all the same. Jerry and Jimmy lay down side by side, kissing each other while displaying their small hard-ons freely. I lay down near their feet and started to kiss their small boy-cocks in turn. I kissed and fondled their hard-ons for a couple of minutes, before they in turn shot their loads in my mouth. Not that this did anything to their erections that were just as hard as before. I turned Jimmy over, applied some gel to his bumhole and to my stiff cock, before entering him slowly. I couldn't really tell if his moans were of pain or of lust, but as he didn't complain, I continued. Slowly I worked my cock down his ass to its full length. With a sigh, I started to fuck this experienced nine-year-old boy in his obscenely dilated ass. I almost came at the thought of his father, the honorable judge Earl Hansen, doing it to him too. Jerry had crawled on top of me and fucked my ass like mad. In five minutes, Jimmy shot again and I pulled out, watching his obscenely opened sphincter slowly close as I tossed Jerry on his stomach. "Thank you, John," Jimmy said and gave my cock a friendly peck with his lips. "You're welcome, Jimmy," I replied and started pouring gel on to Jerry's hiney. In short time, I fucked him as I did Jimmy, while Jimmy fucked me silly. Just as his brother, Jerry held for five minutes before staining my carpet with his cum. They wriggled off of me and Jerry thanked me like his brother. "You're welcome too, Jerry." "Hey, John, shan't we make you feel good too?" "If you want to, kids." "Yes, please John. Can't we?" "Ok, I'll just go wash my cock for a sec." "What for?" Jimmy asked and grabbed my hard cock in his hands. "You're fine as you are." He opened his mouth and started licking my cock. He got it down to the end of his mouth, before he began gagging. He tried a couple of times and then gave up. He took it out and while he stroked it leisurely, he looked at my questioningly. "Why can't I take yours? I mean, I can take Daddy's all the way easily." "Don't be so hard on yourself, Jimmy. I don't think your father, being a white man and such, has quite as large a cock as Ihave." "No," he replied in exasperation, "but it ought to work for you too." He went down on it again and came a little further before gagging. "Hey, Jimmy. Let me try," Jerry said and grabbed for my cock. "Whoa, kids, no fighting here," I exclaimed as I saw what was brewing. "Oh OK," Jimmy said and let go of my cock. Jerry grabbed it eagerly and had it down his mouth in no time. But to no avail. Neither of the kids could deep-throat me. A nice, soft, black, female hand tapped Jerry on the shoulders. "If you're finished, may I have a try." Jerry pouted for a couple of seconds as he looked up into Lisa's face, but relented at last. "Guess so, Lisa," he said and gave up my hard-on. "Thanks," Lisa said and slid me down her throat as if she'd done it all her life and not just for two days. "Wow," the kids exclaimed and almost clapped their hands in acclamation of her feat. "You're abso-fucking-lutely amazing!" Lisa deep-throated me for a while, looking me lovingly in the eyes all the time. I couldn't help it, but her loving eyes were just too much for me and I shot again, down her velvety throat. The twins sprouted stiffies again, seeing this. "What do we do now?" Jerry asked looking at his erection. "I just thought that John had made it disappear. Now see this." He gave it some friendly tugs and looked at me. "Don't give me that look, Jerry. I'm in no position to help you. I'm simply maxed out and have to rest." I looked to Lisa and Lara sitting in the couch with their hands in their crotches. More precisely Lisa's hand in Lara's crotch and vice versa. "What about you lovebirds over there? Couldn't you help?" "Yeah!" exclaimed the twins as one. "Please! Let's do you." The girls smiled back at the eager twins and nodded theirassent. "Well OK. It seems to be unavoidable," she gave a theatrical sigh, "so we'd better accept the plight, as hard as it may be." "Goody." Jimmy moved over to Lara, who lay him on the carpet and started to kiss him as she fondled his small, stiff pecker. Jerry almost jumped onto Lisa, who stretched herself on the couch, letting him suckle her breasts as he pressed his cock into her wet pussy. My cock gave a limp twitch at the sight, but didn't really have the strength to rise. The curse of age and exhaustion was upon me. Lara was now on top of Jimmy and ran up and down his shaft, while Jerry kept pounding Lisa with extremely fast, short jerks, as only children can do. Lisa had closed her eyes and was breathing heavily, enjoying Jerry's small cock up her pussy. "Oh golly," Jimmy cried and jerked heavily, spraying Lara with his boy-come. "Don't you go soft on me now," Lara growled and speeded up her movement. "I'm so near ... So near." She exploded in an orgasm and banged heavily down on Jimmy's small body. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!" "Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh." Jerry grunted in step with his pounding. Lisa had gotten herself into a frenzy, rubbing her clit without abandon, Jerry's small cock rubbing her pussy so delightfully. She just couldn't hold herself back anymore and blissfully cried, "Yes, you little stud. Bang your little prick up my hot pussy and spray me from the inside. Give all your boy-juice to me. Come on, Tiger, show me how you can come." Jerry groaned, "Oh, yes, Lisa, I'm gonna give it to you good," and released he sperm in her hot cave, shuddering and jerking erratically in the process. Lisa lifted her hips in a last receiving movement and climaxed herself, moaning and groaning unintelligible words. "Wow, was that good," Jimmy exclaimed and snuggled out under Lara. "You betcha," Jerry sighed and climbed off Lisa. Lisa and Lara looked at each other and grinned conspiratorially, enjoying their inner feelings. "Whoa," Jerry suddenly cried. "We'd better get home, Mummy and Daddy promised us as special treat this afternoon." "Oh yeah," Jimmy responded. "Golly gee. Let's get going." They sprinted out of the house, completely forgetting their clothes and five minutes after Judge Hansen knocked on the door to the living room, surveying the three naked people he could see. "The door was open," he said somewhat apologetically, "so I just went in. Hope I didn't disturb too much." I stood up, not knowing precisely how to handle this situation, not being part of the ruleset I was raised with at home. Judge Hansen must have felt my embarrassment and shook his head. "No reason to think more about it. Jerry told me that he'd spilled the beans to you on our local pastimes, so let's just ignore it for now and get together some day to enjoy." "Oh, well," I stammered. "If you say so. We'd be delighted, I'm sure." Lisa, of course, nodded, signaling her absolute agreement in going for enjoyment with Judge Hansen. "Now," the judge continued, "wouldn't you by any chance know, where my twin menaces left their clothing, which I promised Mrs. Hansen to retrieve?" "Out at the pool," Lara said, spreading her legs and eyeing the heavyset man, "I think." Judge Hansen eyes glinted and a small smile lingered on his lips. "Thanks, I'll just get them and go home. Do come over for a barbecue some day." "Sure, thanks," I replied and nodded to him. He left the room to retrieve the mislaid goods. Lara and Lisa stood up and went over to embrace me. We stood for a while in a multiple hug, enjoying our whole existence, savoring the fact that we were as lucky as we were. "Oh drat," Lara said, looking at the wall-clock. "I'd better get home to the prissies." She winked at me and got out to don her bikini. Lisa and I waved her goodbye from our doorway, not bothering to get dressed, hoping that we weren't too visible in the shadow. "See you two later," Lara cried when she left our driveway. "Love ya'll." "Love you too," Lisa and cried back, waving like mad children. Lisa put her arm around my back, when Lara had disappeared from sight, and put her head against my chest, as we slowly walked back to the pool. "What a day," she sighed contentedly. "Amen," I agreed and tried to ignore my sore, no longer virginal ass Gill and Peter -------------- Wednesday night, the doorbell rang two minutes to seven. I went out to open and found Gill and her boyfriend Peter on the door step. He turned out to be an almost seven feet high, long-legged, black hunk with a shy smile, clad in white slacks and a white polo-shirt. Gill wore an expensive-looking blue, short-sleeved blouse and a medium length skirt the same color. "Hi, John," Gill smiled and hugged me tightly, pressing her breasts hard against my chest, making me feel her erect nipples clearly. She kissed me hard on the mouth, pressing her tongue against my lips coaxing me to open. We French kissed for a while before she pulled back and pointed at her husband, who looked slightly embarrassed. "This is my husband, Peter." "Nice to meet you, Peter," I said and held out my hand. He took my hand and gave it a firm shake. "Nice to meet you too, John." "Oh, do come in," I said and led them into the house. We sat down in the living room with drinks and chatted amiably. I learned from the chat that they'd been happily married for two years and that Peter was a professional basketball player. (I didn't recognize him as I have absolutely no knowledge about sports -- sorry folks.) Lisa barged into the living room, proclaiming, "I've finished home work now." Her eyes widened appreciably upon seeing Peter. "Hey, ain't you Peter Graham, the basket champion?" Peter blushed shyly. "Yeah, I guess so." "Oh wow." She went over to his place in the couch, where he courteously rose to greet her. "I'm Lisa," she said and hugged him tightly, so he nearly spilled his drink. "I'm really pleased to meet you." He blushed again. "Pleased to meet you too." She set Peter free and went over to Gill. "Hi, Gill," she said and kissed her on the cheek. "Happy to see you." "You too, Lisa darling," Gill replied. Lisa and I went out in the kitchen to finish making dinner. We set the table and called or guests. During dinner, Lisa teased Peter all she could, going out of her way to let him peek down her loose cutoff blouse, showing off her nice tits. Gill and I smiled overbearing at Lisa's youthful attempts at seduction, while Peter seemed somewhat embarrassed -- a more or less constant condition with him, it seemed. After dinner, we went back to the living room with a fresh set of drinks and Lisa went up to her room to watch a TV-show. Peter sat in a comfortable chair and Gill and I in the couch, side by side. She started to whisper in my ears and I nodded in understanding. She had some rather interesting suggestions for the evening. "Hey, you lovely, black hunk," she suddenly said out loud to me, caressing my chest with her freckled hands. "Are you worth anything? I mean not like my sissy husband over there." "You betcha," I said, putting my hands on her abdomen, sliding them up under her blouse, caressing the underside of her breasts. I lifted her blouse up a little, freeing a nipple and started suckling it. "Yeah, darling. That's it. Show the wimp how to get a girl aroused." I lifted the blouse further, freeing both her breasts and started twisting and sucking her nipples, while she moaned in pleasure. Peter, still looking slightly embarrassed, just sat in his chair, sipping his drink. I lifted the hem of her skirt and began to caress her pussy through the fabric of her panties. "That's it, lover-boy. Get me all wet and hot so you can show the pussy over there what a horny girl looks like." She started humping my hand and I slid my fingers down inside her panties. I curled my hand and stuck three fingers into her damp pussy, starting to work them in and out slowly. "Uh, darling. I love your fingers up my hot slot. They feel so lovely that my pussy drools ... Let me help you show my incapacitated little husband over there what a REAL man can do to a girl in heat." She lifted her self up slightly and pushed her panties down around her ankles, displaying a pussy covered in a gash of read hair. She was definitely not into shaving her pussy, I could see. "What about you, lover-boy? Do you really like me or is that your ...?" she said teasingly and slid her hand down my front, fondling my stiff cock. "... No, you seem to like me alright." She caressed my hard cock for a while before she continued. "You're do nice and hot for me, I can feel. Why don't we show that spineless mollusk over there what a good American hunk looks like?" She undid the buttons and with a little help from me slid my shorts down to the floor. "Oh, yeah," she groaned, looking at my clean-shaved, twelve hard inches. "That's what a man should look like." She bent down and started to lick me slowly, making sure that Peter could follow the process clearly. I must admit that I was rather aroused by the thought of her big husband sitting in my chair, following me passively as I made love to his wife. She blew me for a couple of minutes while I was busy in her pussy. She then sat up and straddled me, facing her husband. "Come on, darling. Put that huge piece of fuck-meat up my hot pussy and show my no-good husband how to make love." She pressed herself down, stopping when I was three quarters in, when I hit her cervix. "Oh God," she moaned. "I've never felt so full before ... That's what it should feel like." She looked her husband in the eyes as she humped me vigorously while I kneaded her firm, white breasts. "Show this stud, what a tiny wimp you are," she ordered Peter, who slowly rose and pulled his slacks down, showing us his stiff cock. I almost gasped as I saw why she alluded to the size of my cock. His cock was only about two inches, the size of my thumb, in its fully erect state. 'What a pity!' I thought. 'Such a lovely body and then under-endowed like that.' "Come over here," she ordered him, "and watch this tiger do me thoroughly." He went over and stood in front of Gill, slowly beating his weenie, the size of a small boy's. "Oh God, darling," she started moaning. "I'm so hot. I'm so near. I'm near. I'm cumming. I'm ... CUMMING ... I ... ARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!!" She shivered in ecstasy as her climax overtook her like a freight-train. She stopped moving on me, so I started to hump my hips up and down in stead. Peter still stood in front of us, looking silently down at us rubbing his short cock without showing any passion. Gill came slowly out of her climax and looked up at her husband. "See what a real cock can do to a girl instead of this shrunken farce," she said pointing at his cock. I kept humping her and she was soon nearing her next climax. I felt my balls contract and breathed heavily, when she suddenly screamed again. "Oh Jesus! This is SOOOOO good. Do it to me. Give me all your juices. Shoot your hot, white, Negro-sperm deep in my ready receptacle. Give it to me, you stud. NOW!!!" I couldn't hold back and started shooting load after load in her hot, wet pussy, moaning and groaning incomprehensibly. Peter took a deep breath like a sigh and started ejaculating. There was no force in his shots, so his sperm just trickled out and ran slowly down his oversize hand. After he stopped ejaculating, he took a tissue, wiped his cock and hand and sat down in the chair again. Gill leaned her head back at my chest, resting for a while, savoring the feeling of my still erect cock in her pussy. As it didn't show any signs of going down, she rose and commanded her husband again. "Get over her, wimp. Stand at the end of the couch and bend over." He went over to the couch and bent over, leaning his arms on the couch itself, his ass in the air. Gill gave me a friendly pad on the cheek and said, "Now, Tiger, get over there and let him feel how good you are, so he can be ashamed of that piece of nothing he's got." The idea of slamming an NBA star in the ass got me really excited again. I went over behind him and pressed my sperm- and cunt-juice-covered cock against his asshole. He was so tight, I had a hard time penetrating, but when I was in, I had no trouble going all the way. He groaned deeply, I don't know if it was from pain or from lust -- and I didn't care the least, I just banged him furiously. Lisa had come down, hearing Lisa's screams and stood in the doorway with a hand down her knickers caressing her pussy and a hand under her loose blouse caressing her breasts. Gill lay back on the couch in front of Peter and called Lisa over. "I'll show you, little prick," she said teasingly to Peter, "that even a little twelve-year-old girl is better than you," and directed Lisa to lie on top of her, so they could do a 69 just under the nose of her poor husband. Lisa had shed all her clothing and started licking Gill with gusto, looking happily up in my eyes all the while. I smiled broadly at her and kept up my furious buggering of Peter. After more than ten minutes, Lisa and Gill started moaning deeply, announcing that their climaxes were near. Suddenly Gill screamed around Lisa's distended clit and they both exploded in orgasmic bliss. Peter rolled his eyes upwards and started shooting his sperm on the couch without even being touched. This time it wasn't merely running out slowly, but shot a good three feet, landing just under his chin. All this was precisely what was needed to start my own climax and I shot a fair load with all my force deep within his ravaged bowels. We rested for a short while before I suggested we all got into my Jacuzzi. We sat about an hour, getting thoroughly massaged and chatting about the problems his small cock had given him. The embarrassment in the showers, the teasing from his friends and how he had trouble keeping girl-friends, who always expected much more from a large guy his size. Not before he met Gill, had he had any peace in his love-life, but they'd found out that having Gill do other, better endowed guys while he was watching could keep both of them happy and that's what they'd done since. We parted on friendly terms and Lisa and I kissed both Gill and Peter deeply goodbye, before sending them on their way, not knowing then that Gill was pregnant with twins from my single flooding. I saw Gill, Peter and the twins frequently, but they (and everybody else except us four in the know, for that matter) were always told that Peter was their father -- but that's another story, not to be told here. At the Mall ----------- Saturday morning I heard the low rumbling of Doreen's Jeep, as she parked in the driveway. I had just showered so I grabbed a towel and slung it round my hips before going out to greet them. Tommy jumped into my arms as he saw me and started chittering away. "Hi Daddy." He bent back, lifting his head to get a kiss, so I duly gave him a peck on the mouth. Duty done, he continued. "I've gotten a new plane yesterday. A 747, Jumbo, you know. Nice too. Wanna see?" "Later, precious, if you don't mind. I'll just say hello to your mother and Gina. Why don't you find Lisa and give her a bighug?" "Oh OK. Will do." He jumped down from my arms, dislodging the towel in theprocess. "Nice work, Tommy," Gina grinned, looking at my naked crotch. "Sorry, Daddy," Tommy said, giving me the towel. "It's OK, precious." I tousled his hair. "It wasn't really your fault." I was a bit weary, standing naked in my driveway with cars passing in the street from time to time. Indecent exposure, you know. "I love his nice, big cock," Gina said and went over to me. "Why ever did you have to leave him?" Doreen chuckled as Gina pressed herself against my front and started to kiss me deeply. "I left him for you, my darling. To be with you, to love you for ever after." My cock started to inflate as I felt Gina's skirt creep up and her pantyless pussy press against my thigh. It didn't make it better that I could feel the erect nipples of her braless breasts pressing against my chest from under the sheer fabric of her short silk top. "Yeah, but couldn't you have kept him in a closet to get out and abuse now and then?" "In your dreams," Doreen chuckled. "You two seem to enjoy each other so much that I'll go say hello to my daughter." "All right," I croaked as Gina lifted her skirt further up, had me bend my knees a little and mounted me there, in full sight of the street. It turned us on no end, fucking in public and we gasped and moaned and kissed and got ourselves worked up to a good climax. "Oh fucking hell, John. Your monster-prick fills me so good. You're so fucking lovely that I could eat you alive." She sort of did, in fact. "I love fucking your tight lesbian cunt," I retorted. "Giving you what your slutty girlfriend can't give you, a real man-prick." I drove my cock up her cunt with hard stabs now, seeing that the rest of the family looked at it from the house. It was just what was needed to start my climax. "I'm gonna fill your dyke love-hole to the rim," I cried and stabbed her mercilessly. "I'm gonna give you the load of the year, cunt." "Oh yeah, you big African American stud. Blow all your stops and give it all to this poor, little, white slut. Cover my inside in your hot cream," she cried in her orgasm. I squirted load after load in her pussy and was still rock-hard after I'd stopped squirting. Gina could feel that my cock didn't lie down, so she slid off of me and bent down, holding her ankles with her hands, all her beauty in full display as her top slid down to her armpits. I was so hot that I threw all caution to the wind, not caring if anybody should see us. "Up my ass, stud," she gasped and just waited for me to mount her. I couldn't disappoint her, could I? So I forced my twelve inches in her ass and fucked her like mad. I just held her hips and banged away, watching her breasts swing with each thrust. We were both extremely aroused by the fact that we were fucking in public with cars passing by. A car had just passed us, when we heard screaming of brakes and loud swearing. I guessed somebody sawus. I fucked her hard for ten minutes, wondering a short split-second how comfortable she was in her triangular position, before Gina reached her climax. She sort of howled and shivered and almost toppled, when I came too. She slid slowly to the ground as I was still shooting, messing her skirt and her back rather effectively. She lay lifeless on the ground for a couple of minutes before she opened her eyes and smiled tiredly at me. "What a fucking great fuck, John," she said and winked at me. "Remind me to do it in your driveway again sometime soon." "Fucking great," I agreed and gave her a hand. We went into the house, arm in arm. "Did she like it up her bumhole?" Tommy asked me as we entered the living room. I looked quizzically at Doreen, not knowing what to say, but knowing that she could have prevented Tommy from watching us, had she wanted to. Doreen nodded to me and said, "I told him that you did what you did, because you both liked it, so DID she like it?" "Yeah," I replied, "she liked it pretty good, I think. She more or less passed out from her orgasm." "Passed out?" Tommy asked. "What's that?" "She sort of went to sleep for a couple of minutes," I told him. "Because she liked it so good it made her feel sort of drowsy." "Oh wow, she must have liked it pretty good. I haven't liked it so good anytime that I fell asleep." Doreen gave him a slightly harried look, I didn't quite understand. Gina went out to get cleaned up and when she came back, she and Doreen said their goodbyes and drove away. "What are we gonna do today?" Tommy asked. "I'd like to go to the mall. Mummy never takes me to the mall. And it's such fun. And they've got this playground." "Yeah, Dad, why not go to the mall today. We haven't been there for ages," Lisa chipped in. "If you say so, kids," I replied. "Then we could grab a burger for lunch too. If you want it, of course." "Yippee," Tommy exclaimed. "I haven't had a burger in weeks." I donned a pair of shorts and a yellow T-shirt, while Lisa changed into a short, pleated skirt and a sleeveless blouse at least two sizes too big for her. Shortly after we were on our way. Lisa had a great time during the ride, folding her hands behind her neck, making it possible for anyone to peek through the armhole getting a nice display of large, pre-teen mammaries. A genuine cock-tease, my daughter. On the freeway, we were overtaking a king-size Mack truck. When we were just alongside the cabin, Lisa asked me to match speed with the truck. "Yeah, OK, but why?" I asked her, reducing the speed a bit. "Just you see, Dad," she said and removed her blouse. I looked up at the truck and saw the driver slavering, while eyeing her up. He shifted his gaze between the road and Lisa. Back and forth, literally drooling. Lisa grinned broadly and lifted up in her skirt and displayed her pantyless crotch to him. "Lisa," I gasped in mock desperation. "How can you?" "Oh, that's easy, Dad. It just takes two fingers to lift it." She beamed me a broadside, almost splitting her face from ear toear. I gave her a swat on her thigh. "No, no, Dad! No spanking! We're not into SM, you know." She started to masturbate, and I swear that the truck driver had his tongue hanging down to his chin. "Whoa," I called. "Cool it, darling. We really don't want any traffic accidents involving a truck that size, do we?" "You're probably right, Dad, but I feel SO wicked today." To show how wicked she felt, she just leaned over and popped my hard cock out over the hem of the shorts. "Lisa!" I exclaimed as she started to give me a blow-job. I tried to concentrate on the road, but that's absolutely not easy, when you've got your daughter's nose in your crotch and your cock in her gullet, I tell you. And the truck-driver looked at it quite bug-eyed. Lisa had me shooting my load in no time, and lifted her head just sufficiently for the truck-driver to see my cum shooting into her mouth. When I'd finished shooting, he honked his klaxon three times. Lisa grinned up to him and showed him her sperm-coated tongue. I gave him an embarrassed wave and sped on into town. Lisa donned her blouse again and kissed me deeply, returning some of the juice I'd just given her. "Thanks, Dad, that was awesome." "Wow, that was a large truck, wasn't it?" Tommy said and followed the truck with his eyes for a long time. "It sure was. It sure was," I said, answering both kids. As we'd reached the mall and walked around aimlessly, I couldn't stop thinking of my depraved, pantyless daughter and my cock kept calling for freedom. Now, a mall filled with Saturday shoppers is not the best place to do something silly like making uninhibited love to your pre-teen daughter with her baby-brother as audience. It simply is not good. Definitely, I'd say. It seemed that Lisa had other ideas. "Hey, kiddo," she said to Tommy. "D'you want an ice cream?" "Yeah," Tommy cried. "Ice cream. Vanilla, raspberry, nougat, chocolate, orange sherbet, pistachio, peach Melba, strawberry ice cream." "Whoa. Cool it bro. You can't have them all." She took a note from a small pocket in her skirt and gave it to him. "Get as much as you can for this and come back out to us here. Now git." She gave him a friendly slap on his behind and he jumped into the store, reciting his wholesale ice cream buying list. Lisa pointed at a bench just outside the ice cream store and had me sit down. When there was a gap in the human flow around us, she lowered my shorts a bit and fished out my black mamba. In a jiffy she sat across my lap with my cock all the way up her cervix and a blissful smile on her face. She giggled and put her head on my shoulder. The corridor wasn't empty for too long and she just sat there, leaning her head on my shoulder, chattering to me, massaging my cock with her cunt-muscles all the while. I was baffled, to say the least. This was really, truly, totally, awesomely depraved. I moved my hand discretely under her skirt and somehow found my way to her clit. Tommy came out from the store with an oversize cone containing most of the flavors he'd named on his short-list. Without further ado, he sat beside Lisa on my lap, listening to her small talk, which as time went by, became a bit incoherent -- I wonder why. I couldn't take it any longer and moaned and groaned and got rather skittish, when Lisa stopped talking and just opened her eyes wide, taking a deep breath, while her cunt-muscles rippled up and down my shaft in her climax. I jerked uncontrollably and almost dislodged Tommy in the process, bathing Lisa's womb in a continuous stream of sperm. "Wow," I gasped. "That was awesome." Lisa beamed at me. "Yes, wasn't it." "What was awesome?" Tommy asked curiously. "It feels so good and I'm just so happy having Lisa and you on my lap for a while. That's what's awesome." I replied. Not quite the truth, but almost. "Oh," he said. "Just that. You can have Lisa and me on your lap anytime, when I visit you." Always the practical guy, my Tommy. After my cock had slid out her warm pussy, Lisa waited for the corridor to clear somewhat and scooped Tommy up in her arms and stood, covering me a bit, while I fumbled to get my cock back into its confines without staining my shorts too much. "Hey," Tommy called, seeing me stuff my cock. "You shouldn't flunk your weenie in public places, Mummy always says." "She's quite right, precious, that's why I'm putting it back in my trousers so nobody will see it." Lisa chuckled and stood Tommy down on the ground. She asked him if she could have one of the tissues he had round his cone. "Yeah, sure Sis." She took the tissue and tried discreetly to dry her legs, but I'd flooded her so much that it just kept running. She gave up the nice way and just squatted down, facing me, flashing all her goodies directly in my face. She folded the tissue and stuffed it up her pussy. "That should take care of the problem for a while," she grinned and rose again, smothering her skirt. We strolled, hand in hand, around the mall a while, until Tommy saw the playground. He let go of my hand and ran towards it, when I called, "Stop!" He stopped promptly at the command and turned towards me. "What's up, Daddy?" he asked, arms akimbo and a Spock-like lifted eyebrow. Lisa and I walked over to him and put a hand softly on his head. "Let's just get the ground rules straight. You can play here, but you must in no circumstances leave this place except in an emergency like an earthquake or a fire." I told my continuously nodding kid, eager to go playing. "Lisa and I'll stroll around and come back every quarter of an hour to see if you're finished playing. OK?" "Yes, Daddy." He continued nodding. "Understood. Will do." "Right, precious. Go git." I tousled his hair and gave him a friendly slap on the back. He scooted into the playground, jumping aboard an inflated airplane filled with other kids jumping around. He waved to us and we waved back, slowly strolling, arms around each other's waists, Lisa's head on my chest, like the lovers we were. We had a nice stroll around the mall, window-shopping without any flashing incidents or other depravity, content in our mutual love. About a quarter of an hour later we saw Tommy straddling one of those Danish spring-mounted rocking-horse things, rocking away, beaming of joy. He waved at us, when he saw us looking and shook his head emphatically when I indicated he should come over to us. I tried to tell him with sign-language that we would stroll around for another quarter of an hour and he nodded. Lisa and I strolled along again, hand in hand, this time. Content with being together, happy with our leisure, smiling to harried people storming around with crying children. We walked around for about ten minutes and returned to the playground, just to be greeted be an angry Tommy. "Hey, Daddy. What kept you. I've been waiting for you folks for ages and ages." "But here we are, precious. No reason to be mad anymore." I lifted him up in my arms and hugged him, kissing his hair. "Wanna ride my shoulders?" "Yeah, great." I lifted him to my shoulders and walked along, holding his right leg with one hand and holding Lisa's hand in the other. "Burger," Tommy yelled, when he saw the telltale signs on the restaurant. I looked at Lisa for her opinion and she nodded assent. "Burger it is, precious." I pulled him off my shoulders and had the kids seated not far from the counter. I got their ransom demands, mostly food and drink, plus a kiddie-toy for Tommy and stood in the line in front of the counter, wondering again, why these restaurants didn't have some kind of system to get people served on a more fair basis. My line, as usual consisted of people ordering two hundred different things, changing their orders at yells from the tables, extra this, hold that, not diet, regular, etc. I sighed deeply when the guy just in front of me, after I'd waited for half an hour, had problems with his credit-card and didn't have sufficient cash to pay for his order. I offered to pay the missing sum, but he wouldn't hear of it. "No, thank you sir, but it's not necessary. I'm sure it's OK, if we just skip the milkshakes." "Please," I implored. "I've got two impatient kids waiting and I'd rather pay a bit than have them wait longer." "Yeah, OK, I understand. I've got kids too. Eight of them. They're pretty impatient too, I should think. So OK, I'll take your offer." I paid the measly, missing dollars and gave our order. Three minutes and two seconds later (courtesy a nice wall-clock with large hands), I got my brim filled tray and staggered to our table. Being a responsible (don't laugh) adult and such, I'd only ordered a burger and a coke for myself, and not the overwhelming amount of different products as the children, which meant I'd finished my sumptuous meal well before the children. This gave me time for mischief and I almost couldn't stop laughing when Lisa suddenly sat upright with a jerk, staring bug-eyed at me, muttering, "You fiend." As I sat just opposite her, I'd shed my one sandal and put my foot smack in her crotch, moving my big toe up and down her slit. When she overcame her surprise, she winked at me and continued chomping away on her meal. After a while, she stopped eating and sat back with her eyes closed, moaning, "Oh God, Dad. Oh God. Yes, oh yes. YES!" She shuddered heavily and slumped over the table, breathing deeply while I silently put my foot back in the sandal. "Wake up, sleepyhead," I called and tousled her hair. "Show time's over." Tommy looked quizzically at me, not understanding a bit of what had happened, thank God. Lisa pushed her half-eaten meal away. "I don't think I can eat anymore," she said, grinning at me. She took a couple of tissues from the stack on the table and had her hands under the table for a while, coming up with a sopping wet tissue that she plunked on the wrappings in front of me. "Now see what you've done." "Yeah, didn't you like your meal?" "Tremendously!" Her face split in an irresistible smile that had my heart all soft, as usual. "We'll have to come here more often." We waited for Tommy to finish his meal and drove home without incidents. Home again, we opted for a quiet afternoon at and in the pool, followed with a simple evening meal of chicken and vegetable filled, baked potatoes. There's nothing like a good nuker to handle that. Later in the evening, I told Tommy to prepare for bed. "OK, Daddy," Tommy said. "But didn't Mummy tell you that I've promised Oscar to play at his place tomorrow? And that she'd said yes already?" "Well, precious," I tousled his hair and thought about it. Doreen had told Lisa a lot of things when she arrived and probably something about this too. "If it's OK with Mummy, it's OK with me, pumpkin." He jumped up and down. "Thanks, Daddy. I love to visit Oscar. He's always got so many friends over on Sundays. It makes it much funnier to play when you're many." "I guess you're right," I said and thought about the previous Saturday. Lisa would probably agree with him. "Why don't you invite your friends over here some time, too?" "Nah," he replied, shaking his head vigorously. "They're Oscar's friends. I haven't got so many friends. We wouldn't be many enough." "Well, OK. Let's get you tucked in so you're ready fortomorrow." Tommy's Friend -------------- Tomorrow came like a hurricane. Tommy ran into our bedroom and jumped into the bed, toy plane in hand. Lisa and I lay under the covers, back to front with my cock up her hot pussy as I was making my morning rounds to her leisurely. "Get up, you loggerheads," Tommy cried and tried to shake me. "I'm going over to Oscar's today." "Whoa, Tommy," I said without missing a beat. "Cool it a sec, Lisa and I'll be ready in a few minutes. Just go back to your room and wait for us. Find something to play with, ignoring the obvious fact that he held his toy plane." He pouted a few seconds, then jumped off the bed and started running around the bedroom, holding out the plane and making a lot of noise. Lisa smiled at this and started to rub her clit while I massaged her lovely breasts and stabbed a bit faster. "Oh God," she moaned. "It's so lovely, Dad. I love it ... I love it ... I love you. I LOVE YOU! I'M CUMMING!!" She shivered from her orgasm. "Oh, dearest Lisa darling," I moaned. "I'm cumming too." And released my load in her delightful womb. I snuggled up to Lisa, holding her lovely breasts and Tommy, seeing no immediate action was on its way from us, continued playing noisily with his plane. We lay there contentedly for a couple of minutes then rose to begin the Sunday chores. I put on a pair of shorts and went down to the gym, while Lisa took Tommy by the hand and went stark naked out in the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Some time later, I came back, sweating profusely from the workout. I went out to the kitchen to tell Lisa I was back and to tell her I went for my shower now. "Can I come too?" Tommy asked me, as I told Lisa about the showering. "Of course, pumpkin. I'd love to take you." So I lifted Tommy up on my hip and took him to the bathroom while Lisa prepared pancakes, sausages, hashed browns and an omelet. Tommy and I could smell her cooking in the bathroom and were so hungry that we hardly dried ourselves before scooting out in the kitchen, not bothering with clothes. There we sat, our little family, naked around the morning table, wolfing the most delicious breakfast down. "I love your cooking, Sis," Tommy said, mouth full of omelet. "You're much better than Mummy and Gina. It's really great." "Thanks, Tommy." Lisa leaned over and hugged Tommy, almost smothering him in her breasts. "He's right, you know," I said. "Mum wasn't nearly as great at cooking as you are, my love." Lisa blew my a kiss with a broad smile. "You only say that to make me happy, Dad ... and it works." After breakfast I asked what Tommy needed for his trip to Oscar's. "Bathers," he said. "That's all." "You mean nothing but bathing trunks?" I asked with a bit of doubt in my voice. "Yeah," he replied, "we don't go any places we're either indoors, on their lawn or in the pool." "Well, OK," I said. "So be it." I looked at Lisa. "What about you? Any plans for today?" "Lara called while you were working out," she said. "She asked me over to her places for the day. Is that OK?" "Of course it is," I said. "When are you going and do you need a ride." "I'll be leaving in about an hour and I'll just bike over to her place. It's less than a mile away, you know." "OK, that's settled then." I padded Tommy on his bare behind. "Right Tiger, let's find some trunks for you and scoot you over to Oscar's" "Goody," he replied and ran up to his room to find his trunks. He had donned a pair that seemed to be a size or two too small, hardly covering his crotch. "Aren't those trunks a bit on the wee side?" I smiled at him, tugging a little at the hem. He giggled back. "They're from last year, but Mummy always makes me wear them when I go to Oscar's." "She does?" I said. "Well OK, who am I to overrule Mummy." After I'd donned a pair of trunks myself, he directed me to Oscar's place as I had never been there before. I had a bit of trouble finding a place to park the car because the road around the house was stuffed with parked cars. We left the car somewhere in the neighborhood and walked leisurely to their house. We rang the bell and a nice-looking middle-aged man in khaki shorts opened the door and greeted us. "Hi, Tommy, glad to see you again." "Glad to see you too, Mr. Nielsson," Tommy said. "Call me Johnny," he said to me putting his hand forward. "John," I smiled back and shook his hand. "Nice to see you." "Nice to see you too, John." He lifted an eyebrow queryingly. "Won't you come in for a drink?" "Thanks. I'd love to." His living room was filled with men. It was a hot day so we were apparently all in bathers or shorts, not what you would normally expect people to wear in a living room. The children were all in the next room and the din from their play made conversation rather difficult for us adults. Johnny introduced me to everybody there and chatted with me in a somewhat -- the number of people taken into account -- secluded spot in a corner. "Nice boy, your Tommy. He's always so well behaved. I like having him visit Oscar." "Thank you," I replied, "But you should give your praise to his mother. It's mostly she, who raises him." "Still, he's a nice boy ... You're raising his sister, I believe?" "Yes, Lisa is living with me, while Tommy is living withDoreen." "Speaking of Lisa," he continued with a smile. "Didn't I see you and Lisa on the beach last Saturday? Near Crab's Nook?" I blushed and nodded a bit doubtful, not knowing where this would lead us. "Don't worry, I'm not after you," he said soothingly. "I was quite aroused, you see," he continued, "from seeing a young girl getting laid by her own father. To be honest ..." he winked at me "... I spilled my load in my trunks from just watching you two. No hands." He cocked his head. "Just out of curiosity, how old is she? Fifteen? Sixteen?" "Well," I mumbled. "Not quite ... yet ... She's ... err ... more like ... ahem ... like ... say ... twelve." "Twelve!" He whistled. "I say ... Only twelve." I could see his cock growing in his shorts at the thought. A girl-lover too, perhaps. "I think, just think, you might be interested in staying with us today, if you've got the time, of course. Just a sec while I have a word with the others." He let my stand in the corner, sipping my drink while he talked for some time with the other fathers, who from time to time looked over at me. After a while, he came back. "They think its OK to let you stay, so if you've got the time please be my guest." "Thanks," I said somewhat baffled. He went into the next room and called, "Kids. Time for theshow." They cheered and rose, scampering for the lawn behind the house, while the adults followed more leisurely. Johnny picked up a compact video camera and a tripod on the way out. He mounted the camera on the tripod and connected it with a long cord to a large wide-screen TV set, standing on a table in the shadows just outside the door. "Wow," I said, "That's some equipment you've got." He looked quizzically down his front then cleared up, seeing how I inspected the camera. "Yes, indeed. It's a state of the art DV camera that records on digital tape and on the computer's hard disk at the same time." He pointed in the direction of the TV, to a small computer underneath it. "Double wow," I said. "I've never seen the like before." "It's almost studio quality," he beamed and finished his preparations. The boys sat down in a ring behind the camera that pointed at a blank wall shadowed by a row of pine trees. I still wondered what he wanted to record and how he got the boys to be so quiet for so long. "Now, Tommy," he said, squatting near my son. "Wouldn't you like to be the first, as your father is new here today?" "Can I, Mr. Nielsson? Really?" Johnny nodded. "Oh wow." Tommy blushed from excitement. "Goody." He went over to the wall and stood on a large towel in front of the recording camera. I just had a sip of my drink, when he started. "Hi," he said. "I'm Tommy and I'm five years old ... and I'd like to make love to my father, John." I spluttered and almost had a heart-attack, hearing what hesaid. "You'd what?" I cried. "I'd like to suck your long, thick, black cock and take it up my hiney." He smiled at me. "I've already tried all the others, so please let my try yours." I could see he had sprouted a tiny hard-on in his revealing trunks. I looked around for help, but saw only smiling faces that nodded me on. "Go do it," Johnny said and padded my rock-hard member. "You're ready, I can see." Dumbfounded, I went over to Tommy, who pulled my trunks down, smacked his lips and started sucking my cock. Goodness gracious, what kind of pervert am I? I mean, I loved it. The thought of Tommy sucking on my hard cock just made it harder. He grabbed it with both of his hands and made an O with his lips, moving onto my cock with a childish gusto. In no time he started sucking and licking my cock and I had to restrain myself really hard so as not to blow my load in the first second. I saw that all the children and the parents had their trunks and shorts off, beating their cocks slowly, watching Tommy's performance. He couldn't deep-throat me like Lisa, but he was good all the same. After some minutes of total bliss, he stopped blowing me, shed his tiny trunks, turned his back at me and told me to spit on his bumhole. I did as told and thought about how I should penetrate him, when he solved that problem for me. He jumped into my arms, straddled my cock, helped it to precisely the spot with his right hand and pressed down. His eye widened, as my cock slowly dilated his sphincter. "Oh wow," he said as the head had just entered. He pressed on and in less than a minute he was all the way down on every of my twelve inches. His tummy looked obscenely distended from the size of my cock and I wondered how he could enjoy that feeling, but enjoy he did. "Please fondle my weenie, Daddy. I love it when it is fondled." So I started to fondle his tiny boy-cock while I pumped my own monster up his ass. What a glorious feeling! "Hold me," Tommy suddenly said and started to lean back. I held him with one hand while masturbating him with the other. "Mr. Nielsson," he called. "Please come." Johnny came over to Tommy's head, his nine hard inches in hand. Tommy opened his mouth and Johnny pushed his cock into him. He fucked Tommy all the way down his throat like I fucked his ass. It was awesome to see how Johnny held Tommy's head and fucked it, the contours of his prick outlined on Tommy's throat as it went in and out. It looked as if we nearly met in the middle so long were our cocks compared to Tommy himself. It didn't take long before Johnny had it and started shooting down Tommy's gullet. He pulled out slowly, shooting in Tommy's mouth and over his small body, hitting my chest and covering Tommy's front in slimy goo. Tommy sat up again, grinned blissfully at me and hugged me tight. I kept fondling his weenie happily fucking his baby-ass. In a few minutes, Tommy started to moan and suddenly he quivered in his dry orgasm. This was more than my sex-crazed mind could take and I shot a huge load deep in his bowels. I kept firing load after load in him, more than fifteen, I believe. This was as good as making love to Lisa. "Oh, wow, thanks Daddy," Tommy said as I slid him off my still hard cock down on the ground. "But you're still hard, Daddy." He grabbed my cock and started sucking it again. "Let's see if I can do something about that." Ah tall, lean, well-trained man came over to us, slowly beating his iron-hard eight inches. Tommy pulled off for a short while and said, "Hi, Sheriff Darkwood," and continued his ministrations on my cock. The Sheriff held Tommy's hip with one hand and directed his cock up Tommy's sperm-dripping back entrance with the other. After it was safely placed, he grabbed Tommy's hips with both hands and started fucking him for real. Tommy moaned from pleasure and rotated his hips so well that the poor Sheriff couldn't hold for long. With a grunt and a "fucking lovely son you've got" he let go in my son's bowels. He pulled out, still shooting his load all over Tommy's back and a bit up my front. He was replaced by a large, black man with a cock almost my size, in fact it seemed to be a bit thicker than mine, but a little shorter. Tommy's bumhole dripped with the combined spend from the Sheriff and I, so there was no problem entering it. He fucked like crazy and Tommy tried not to let go of my cock. The man couldn't hold long either and closed his eyes in eternal bliss as his hot, white sperm shot up my five-year-old son's entrails. Like Johnny and the Sheriff, he pulled out, still shooting, covering my front and Tommy's back with his juice. The next in line was a small, fattish man with a short, thick cock. He entered Tommy's well-oiled opening in a jiffy and banged away like a crazed bunny. Suddenly Tommy shivered and almost bit down on my cock, as he had another dry orgasm. The fat man curled his toes as he shot his load, pulled out and as his shots lacked force, dripped the remainder on Tommy's lean buttocks. Johnny sprouted a raging iron again and came back for some more action, this time with Tommy's ass. He looked at me and said, "You're monopolizing his mouth, John. We can't have that so I'm calling for a little help." He spotted one of the boys. "Brian, my dear, couldn't you help Tommy getting his father off." "Of course, Daddy," answered Brian and ran over behind me. Suddenly I felt his small fingers against my back entrance. He got my sphincter opened and in a short while had all his hand inside my ass. What a feeling. He slowly fist-fucked my ass and after a few passes over my prostate, I couldn't hold back. I shot a large load in Tommy's mouth, pulled back to cover Tommy's face, back and quite a deal of Johnny's front. "Please let go of my arm, mister," Brian croaked as the climax had made me tightened my muscles so hard that his arm was more or less locked up my behind. "Sorry," I said and willfully relaxed my sphincter. He extracted his arm and I scooped him up to kiss him on his forehead. He would have nothing of this baby-stuff and French Kissed me instead. I started to masturbate him as we kissed and made him writhe in pleasure, just as his father shot a load in Tommy's ass. Once again he pulled out and covered Tommy's back in yet more sperm. It was an obscene sight to have Tommy covered from buttocks to hair with streaks of white sperm everywhere. Johnny went around to Tommy's mouth to have his cock cleaned, while Tommy's behind was covered by the next father sprouting a hard-on. They'd made it Tommy's day to commemorate my entrance into their ranks so the adults used him primarily as their chosen toy with help from the other children, as in my case. After two hours, Tommy was covered everywhere in our hot sperm, as he had been ravaged uncountable times in mouth and ass by fifteen virile fathers with raging cocks. We all ended the hard pleasure of the day by jumping into Johnny's pool and swim about leisurely. I'd climbed on top of one of the air-mattresses that floated around in the pool and lay there empty-minded, enjoying the inner peace after all my climaxes in Tommy. Soon after I was joined by Glenn, a nice, sinewy youngster of twenty, and his two-year-old toddler Robert. "Hi John," he said. "I hoped you could help me with a minor problem." "Sure," I said. "Fire away." "You see, Bob has a tendency to get rather skittish, when we're playing ... and I sorta hoped you would help calm him down." "Fine with me, just tell me how." "You see, he likes to suck on something, when I'm doing his hiney, and your dick just looks so delicious." My cock woke quickly from its previous rest. "Do you want him to suck my cock while you're buggering him?" I asked incredulously. "Yeah," he grinned. "Just that. I knew you'd understand." Without further ado, he placed Bob's head at my semi-hard cock, while he slowly pressed his own cock up Bob's toddler ass. Bob grabbed my cock with both his hands and started suckling on it just as Glenn started butt-fucking him lovingly. It was so incredible that my cock immediately rose to full mast. Even though Glenn had climaxed a lot earlier today, the feeling of his baby son's hot bumhole made him cum in no time. He filled Bob's butthole to overflow and gasped for air in orgasmic bliss. "Thanks John," he said as his cock slow slid from Bob's hole. "You seem to be ready yourself, so why not have a go?" He swiftly turned Bob over and had him suckling his own cock, while Bob presented his obscenely dilated sphincter to my own hard cock. With infinite care, I pressed it up his sperm-coated behind, while he happily suckled Glenn's flaccid cock. I slowly started to fuck him for real and kept it going for almost a quarter of an hour before I had to let go. A scanty amount of juice was all I had left, but I gave it to him with full honors. "Thanks Bob," I said and kissed his smiling face, still suckling Glenn's now erect cock. "Thanks Glenn," I said to his father and gave him a slight peck on the cheek. Much to my surprise, Glenn slid an arm around my neck and pulled me in for a full kiss on the mouth, tongues and all. He held me tight as he crawled over Bob and me. Lying partly over me, still kissing hard, he guided his erect member to my asshole and forced it in fiercely. I gasped at the fierceness of his entry, but soon lay back and enjoyed it. He worked in an out, sweating profusely, for the best part of ten minutes before he climaxed with a howl, spraying my innards with his hot sperm. "Oh God," he gasped afterwards. "You've got such a tight ass. It's almost like a virgin boy's." "Thanks," I replied, not mentioning that I'd only had two shemale cocks, two nine-year-old cocks and a four-year-old arm up my ass before him. We dozed a while, lying front to back, until his flaccid cock slowly slid from my bowels. "Thanks again." He smartly grabbed Bob, tossed him in the water and followed himself. Shortly after Tommy climbed the mattress and snuggled up to me, with his head on my shoulder, a hand on my flaccid cock and a leg across mine. We lay there for some time, until Johnny called to dinner. After the delightful barbecue au naturel (we were au naturel, the barbecue was duly cooked, silly), we dressed, if you can call donning skimpy trunks dressing, and drove home. The Wager --------- Lisa came home a sunny afternoon, brooding a bit. "Hello, darling," I said, kissing her deeply on the mouth. "You look so grim. What's troubling you, sweetheart?" "Well, Dad ... I may have done a dumb thing," she said with an expression of doubt on her face. "You see, all the guys discussed this porno-star that took a on a lot of guys, one after another, beating the record for the number of cocks one could fuck in a row." She smiled wanly at me. "I told them that it was no big deal, and we sorta started discussing it." I sat her in my lap and hugged her. "Yes, my love. Then what?" I had a feeling she hadn't finished her tale. "Oh, well, then I told them that I could make each of the boys of my year come in less than ten hours." I gasped loudly. "You WHAT?!?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I bet hundred dollars against a thousand that I could make each and every boy of my year come in no more than ten hours." I did some calculations in my head. "But honey, there about one hundred boys in your year, giving you no more than six minutes each, on average." "Oh," she said smiling for the first time since she had come back. "So you're not against it?" "Well," I replied hesitantly, "I'm not really for it, but as you've already entered into the wager, you'd better honor it." "Great, Dad. You ARE the best." She hugged me and kissed me all over the face. "Did you discuss when and where to perform this feat?" "Coming Saturday on the football field behind the school." "Isn't that a bit public?" I retorted, thinking about the place. "Oh, well, I'll have a chat with Sheriff Darkwood, he might be able to help." "Thanks, Dad," Lisa beamed and put her head on my shoulder, embracing me lovingly. It seemed to me that Saturdays became kind of magic days in my later life, this one being no exception. I talked to the Sheriff, who would love to help and had himself and a deputy cordon off the area, entering only those from Lisa's year. There's nothing like having other perverts for friends. The place reeked of a world-series mood and the area was filled with boys and girls chattering excitedly. I'd brought my new video camera, same type as Oscar's dad had, cramming my pocket with extra tapes and batteries. I mounted the camera on a tripod and waited for the action. Lisa talked for a while with a number of her friends before coming out in the open. Just as she stopped with her front to her classmates, the eight cheerleaders, uniforms and all, burst out from behind the other children. They started cheering to get everybody in the mood and really got people tuned in when they started doing cartwheels, showing that they'd shed their panties in the spirit of the day. The boys started cheering, whistling and howling, while some of the girls looked a bit embarrassed. They finished their routine by going down in a split in front of the audience, lifting their blouses with one hand and their skirts with the other, showing their perky breasts and their bald pussies to everybody, causing more loud cheers andwolf-whistles. It really got people going and luckily I'd taped it all. The real show started with Lisa shedding her bikini and curtsey on a big blanket spread out in front of the cheering audience. "Who's first," she called out to the audience and was nearly cried down by the screaming and jumping. "Me, me!" almost every boy screamed to get her attention. "Naw," she said dismissing with a wave. "I've got my own favorite first." All naked, she went over to a boy sitting in a wheel-chair near the front of the audience. She slowly pulled the wheel-chair out on the blanket, right in front of the camera, smiling invitingly to her paraplegic classmate. He was a rather small boy, a little pale, from being indoors too much and he looked at her a bit apprehensively. "Hi, Gregory, my sweet boy," Lisa started, caressing down his head and neck. "I'd just love to make love to such a sweet boy like you." He smiled at her and she moved her hands down over his shirt, bending down in her knees to kiss him. He kissed back doubtfully in the beginning, but liked what she felt like and quickly got a bit bolder. Lisa caressed his cock through the trousers and could apparently feel him getting aroused. "Oh, you like me too, I can feel," she teased him and started to unbuckle his belt. She managed to get hit trousers off of him and he sat with his rather large, hard cock twitching against his stomach. She turned around, facing her classmates and lowered herself on his delightful boy-cock. He moaned and whispered, "I love you so, Lisa, you are the first girl to make love to me and kiss me like that. I really loveit." "I love you too, stud, and I love your nice cock working my hot pussy like it does." He beamed and blushed and was all excited. Lisa worked, slowly and lovingly, up and down his cock for about a quarter of an hour. Then she started moaning heavily and increased her speed. "Oh God, Gregory, you are just SO hot. I love your stiff boy-cock up in me. Please make me happy with your baby-juice." Gregory moaned and writhed, before letting out a half-quenched scream, "Oh Christ. I'm cumming INSIDE A GIRL!" and shot load after load of long pent-up sperm in her pussy, while she shuddered in her own orgasm, crying "Oh Gregory. Oh Gregory! OH GREEEEEEGOOOOOOORYYYYYYYYY!" The crowd cheered and whistled and cried, "Way to go, Gregory, hot stud!" I was getting a bit worried about the time, taking more than a quarter of an hour for the first, as she kept sitting still for a moment, letting them savor the post-coital bliss, before standing up from him and pointing at a number of boys already with their cocks out. They flocked around her and she had one lie down, straddling him and another in her ass, while she started blowing a third. "That's not fair," the third boy shouted, "you promised to fuck us all and make us come." She removed her mouth from his cock for a moment to tell him otherwise. "Nope, kiddo, no such thing. I promised to make you all come within ten hours, I didn't say anything about pussy or ass. I didn't even promise to get naked." He pouted and looked for help from the other boys, but they did agree. "She's right, you know, so just take it." She continued to blow him and took two other boys in her hands, masturbating them with fast, measured strokes. I chuckled, realizing that she'd been shrewd enough, taking the wager. Not all dumb, my girl. I recorded every movement of the boys in all her orifices and as soon one boy had shot his load, he was replaced with another from the line that had formed behind her. Every time a guy shot, the crowd cheered and called out how many guys remained. She had one boy after another shooting all over her, on her and in her and she kept shivering from her own orgasms, climaxing again and again. I wondered how she could take all those climaxes and still keep up. For the next nine and a half hours, she had her pussy and ass shot so full of sperm that it virtually squirted all over, when a new guy inserted his hard cock. She was so obscenely dilated that I had a really hard time not shooting in my trunks. She was down to one guy now that buggered her with a half-limp cock, and the audience crying out the remaining time, "One minute." She called me. "Hola, Dad, this guy is more into boys than girls, and doesn't really rise to the occasion ... Couldn't you help him getting it up." I smiled inwardly and shed my trunks, letting my rock-hard twelve inches out in the free. The audience gave a large gasp, seeing this monster revealed. Not all had been at Crab's Nook, I thought. Getting behind the poor guy, I knelt close at his legs and pressed my cock up Lisa's warm pussy, getting it well oiled, just as the audience started to count down from thirty. "Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven, ..." I rose behind the unsuspecting guy. "... twenty, nineteen, eighteen, ..." I jabbed my hard cock up his asshole in one stroke and started fucking him slowly, while whispering, "Don't you love a big, black cock up your queer asshole, buggering away on you?" His cock inflated immediately and he started breathing faster. "... five, four, three, ..." He shuddered and yelled, "It ain't fair!" and shot his load in her slippery asshole, the crowd going wild, cheering and milling around like mad, seeing that Lisa had won her thousand dollars Much to my surprise, I saw quite a lot of her classmates had started making love and lay on the grass everywhere, butts bucking and breasts sailing. What an orgy. I picked Lisa up, straddling my hips and hugged her sperm-covered body to my chest, while she muttered over and over again, like a mantra, "I did it. I fucking did it! I really did it!" 'You fucking did, my precious love,' I thought to myself. She kissed me deeply, making me taste the combined cum from quite a number of boys and soon collapsed from exhaustion with her head resting on my shoulder, just as Sheriff Darkwood came over, hard cock in hand. "Oh she's out," he said, disappointment clear in his voice. "I really had hoped that I could add my two quarts too." Lisa opened one bleary eye and looked at the Sheriff. "Well, if you don't mind me being at bit passive, just go for it." My own cock, covered in sperm seeping from both her holes, had risen again, at my thinking of her body, just ravaged by a hundred kids, having to take another male cock too. Two male cocks, actually, as I sort of eased my cock up her pussy, indicating to the Sheriff that he could take her behind. He smiled thankfully and shoved his cock in without further ado. We rode her in silence, only grunting a bit with each stroke for about five minutes, when our triggers were pulled simultaneously and we shot deep into her, moaning and groaning all the time. Lisa didn't shudder, being almost unconscious. The Sheriff pulled out, trailing beads of the combined spend of him and numerous boys, and thanked me profusely for the experience and I thanked him for the "crowd-control". We separated good-naturedly and I slowly carried Lisa over to the car, my half-hard cock up her pussy all the time. I lay her down on a towel on the back-seat and went back for the cum-drenched blanket and the camera. I had a hard time folding the blanket, so stiff was it from dried sperm. At home that evening, we soaked for ages in the Jacuzzi, Lisa complaining of a sore pussy and bum. Wonder why. I praised her for what she'd done to Gregory, making him feel better about making love than most could have done. She'd not talked down to him or handled him like a handicapped (sorry, physically challenged) person, but made it naturally for him to make love to her, the rather special circumstances considering. She was so proud, hearing my praise, and proud that she'd been able to win the bet and make them all come -- and she couldn't stop talking about it, until we went to bed that night. Much to my surprise, she insisted on making love to me again and again that night and we hardly got any sleep. I just can't come over, how much I love my nymphomaniac daughter. And maybe I'll tell you more about our experiences another time. List of characters ------------------ - John, 32, father of Lisa and Tommy. A very lucky and very happy guy. - Lisa, 12, daughter of John and Doreen. Very friendly, very lucky and very happy too. - Tommy, 5, son of John and Doreen. Experienced for his age. - Lara, 13, friend of Lisa. Shows some good sides. - Belinda, black shemale beauty. - Whitney, white shemale beauty. - Paul, producer of porno movies. - Gill, 22, gopher for Paul on the set. Married to Peter. - Peter, 22, married to Gill. A big guy with a small problem. - Doreen, mother of Lisa and Tommy. Living with Gina. - Gina, 18, Doreen's live-in girlfriend. - Jimmy and Jerry Hansen, 9, twin sons of the Honorable Judge Earl Hansen. - Earl Hansen, judge and father of the identical twins Jimmy and Jerry. - John Nielsson, father of Oscar and Brian. Owner of sophisticated video equipment and a large pool. - Oscar, 5, son of John Nielsson and friend of Tommy. - Brian, 4, son of John Nielsson. Gives the phrase "sleight-of-hand" a new meaning. - Sheriff Darkwood, a loving father. - Glenn, 20, father of Robert. - Robert (Bob), 2, son of Glenn. A toddler that takes everything in his stride (and somewhere else). - Gregory, 12, lucky (in one respect, at least) paraplegic. - Hundreds of boys - A couple of handfuls of virile men - Abraham Lincoln, American president. Playing a role but not really performing in this story. - George W. Bush, American president. Playing a role too but not really performing in this story either. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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