From: Alexei <nobody@nowhere.ru>
To: John <john@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cocktail Party
Date: 15 June 2012

Hey John! What is up? How is it hanging?

Oh boy! Excellent few weeks! We have girls on film now! Ha! Yes! Mmm, what a hot little pair of hot porn stars! You should have been there! Well, you can watch film maybe, but is not cheap LOL! Maybe I figure out way to send it to you, but here is description, in case it not your kind of thing ;).

"Paige & Quinn #1: Cocktail Party", released by LittleGirlLost Studios.
This film features the debut of the two sisters Paige and Quinn, the hottest new girl stars of the preteen hardcore scene, in intense action with five men. It includes fellatio, cunnilingus, masturbation and bodily penile stimulation, anal sex, oral anal stimulation, simultaneous oral and anal penetration and plenty of semen! There is a degree of non-consensual sex and some distress on the part of the girls - all good hard stuff!

So..? What you think ;) Sound good? You bet! And guess who director is? ;) Ha! Director and camera and sound all by uncle Alexei! OK, so, how did it all go? OK, like this...

The pool was really very beautiful, thought Paige as she emerged on the terrace from the realtive cool of the house. An infinity pool, Alexei had called it. "What's that?" Quinn had asked. "It means it look very beautiful, just like my two little princesses!" he'd replied, laughing and patting Quinn on her bottom. He'd invited them to come and play in the new house, "special new house for special people only! Come for cocktails!"

Oksana had bathed them, brushed their hair neatly and dressed them in pretty summer dresses. "Alexei may have surprise for you," was all she would say to any questions, and had delivered them to a beaming Alexei a few minutes before the appointed hour. "Grown ups can be late, but little girls must always be on time," she'd said, blowing them a kiss as she departed. She'd exchanged a long, curious look with Alexei, one that Paige couldn't read, but Alexei had been bland in response. Quinn had taken Alexei's hand and trotted into the large, airy villa with oohs and aahs, but Paige had hesitated for a second or two. She's looked behind her; Oksana was looking back from halfway down the drive. Paige couldn't quite tell, but she thought she looked a little sad.

Alexei had ushered them through the villa, all clean marble and chic soft furnishings, out through the patio doors and onto the pool terrace. The view from there was stunning, a blue Mediterranean horizon brought right up to the tiled terrace by the infinity pool. Paige couldn't help but smile. Quinn whooped with delight. "Can I swim, uncle Alex?" she asked at once, but then her little face fell. "Oh, I don't have my swimsuit."

Alexei was cooly noncommital. "That's OK, princess, it only us here. You don't need no swimsuit with uncle Alex. I seen your butt already, yes? Ha!" He patted her tushy again and winked. "Really, you wanna swim you swim skinny, yeah? I fix some super smooth cocktails!" He strolled across to the pool bar in the corner of the terrace. Quinn hesitated, biting her lip, then looked at Paige and giggled. Paige smiled back; her sister was sometimes deeply annoying but also irrepressively cheerful. "Sure, let's swim!" she said. Quinn laughed out loud and, with no hint of self consciousness, tugged her carefully ironed dress over her head, mussing her hair in the process and undoing all Oksana's ministrations in a few seconds. She dropped it on the terrace, kicked off sandals, whipped down her pink-spotted panties and leaped into the water, shattering the mirror surface of the pool with a loud, childish hulabaloo of enthusiasm. A little more demurely, Paige followed.

The view from the pool's surface was quite amazing - the water disappearing into the sky in a single expanse of blue. For a minute or so Paige kept away from the far edge, almost in fear of falling off into the middle of beyond, but soon she relaxed into the cool embrace of the blue water. Relaxed as far as she could with Quinn splashing about like a baby dolphin. Quinn was a pretty good swimmer for a six-year-old; a disinterested party might actually remark that she was as good a swimmer as her bigger sister - if not better. This was not something Paige would even contemplate agreeing with, of course.

She was floating on her back, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her naked tummy, when Quinn called out "Look! Look, uncle Alex has a camera!" Quinn waved from the unstable platform of her floating airbed towards the terrace where Alexei was indeed standing with a hand-held video camera pointed their way. He waved back and grinned. Quinn squealed and fell off her airbed with a splash, giving the camera a fine view of her little butt disappearing under the water. Paige was a little taken aback, although Alexei had mentioned that soon they would get used to being filmed. Well, it's a fine way to get used to it, she thought, and stuck her tongue out towards the camera.

The sisters cavorted for the lens for a while, pushing each other off the airbeds and striking poses until the novelty wore off and they pretty much forgot about it. Time passed in swimming and splashing until Alexei paused the camera and called over. "Hey, water babies! Don' get too much sun, is still strong. Come inside for smoothie cocktails, made special fresh by you uncle Alex!"

Paige felt that a very good idea. She was halfway out of the water before she realised Alexei had the camera trained on her! She hesitated only a second, though, and rose, dripping and beautifully naked in the warm sun. She struck a pose as she picked up a large fluffy towel from the sunlounger. Quinn, too, waggled her cute little butt for the camera and the two girls hugged each other in mock-serious sisterhood, making Alexei grin hugely. He began to walk backwards towards the patio doors and the girls followed drying their hair and flashing their bits from behind enticing curtains of towelling.

Quinn stepped through the doors first, but it was Paige who was first to stop short. Her breath caught in hre chest and her retort to some cheek from her sister died on her lips. At the bar in the corner of the cool white living room area were four men. No, five - a fifth stepped forward from behind the bar with a wide, friendly smile on his face. Paige glanced across at Alexei, momentary panic gripping her, but all she saw was the camera. No doubt the shock on her face was perfectly recorded. She felt Quinn press up to her side, and her arm instinctively went around her little sister's shoulders.

The fifth man was tall and dark with a mane of black hair and a pleasant face. He reached out toward them as he came forward, offering to take their hands, two little girls in need of reassurance. Paige clutched her towel closely to her chest with one hand, and hugged Quinn with the other. The man stopped, planted his hands on his hips and chuckled. "Hi Paige and Quinn," he said, "so glad you could join us! Come and sit at the bar, we don't bite. My name is Uncle Brad."

He seemed nice. Paige's initial discomfort began to give way to Alexei's training and she smiled demurely up at him. His conspiratorial wink raised a little grin on her lips and she moved toward the indicated bar stool. It was quite high and she was momentarily confused as to how she could get on it without letting go of her towel. She felt 'Uncle Brad's' hands at her shoulders, his murmur of "may I?" offering reassurance. She let him take the towel from her and drape it over the stool, then climbed up naked to sit in the midst of the group. She heard an exhalation from further down the bar - "oh daa..." - but concetrated on Uncle Brad. He helped a goggle-eyed Quinn onto the stool next to her, then handed each of them a large, multicoloured glass of fruit cocktail.

"Gentlemen," he said, raising a glass of his own, "a toast to our hostesses! Paige and Quinn!"

"Paige and Quinn," came the murmurs from the other four. One, an older man, swept back silver hair and a rather beaky nose, added his own whisper: "wunderschone, geile kleine Madchen." His eyes were fierce, thought Paige as she caught his glance. They seemed to burn through her. Uncle Brad noticed the glance. "Introductions!" he exclaimed. "Here is Uncle Carl," indicating silver-hair; "Uncle Dave," a short, slightly ugly man with pale eyes whose face lit up when he smiled (quite shyly, thought Paige); "Uncle Erik," this man rather fat and balding; "and Uncle Frank." The last 'uncle' stood and bowed slightly from the waist. He was dark like Uncle Brad, but with shorter hair and a more intense look in his eyes.

Paige shivered despite the warmth of the afternoon, acutely aware of five pairs of male eyes appraising her nakedness and that of her little sister. Quinn seemed to have relaxed after her initial nervousness; she was chatting, almost chattering, with Uncle Dave as she sipped her drink. Paige was aware that Uncle Brad had perched on a bar stool next to her. He smiled again and asked how she was. Paige took a drink of her long strawberry smoothie before answering, and was surprised by how steady her voice was. "I'm fine, thank you."

Brad's eyes ran up and down her young body, drinking in her smooth skin and delicate curves. He met her eyes. "You're a very lovely little girl, Paige," he said, reaching out to stroke a strand of hair away from her face. Paige flushed slightly, pleased with the compliment. Brad's fingers continued downwards, stroking her arm, across her thigh, coming to rest on her knee. "Very lovely, made for love. I would love to make love with you, Paige. Would that be OK with you?"

Paige shivered again, but this time less in aprehension than anticipation. Brad's fingers raised a tiny tingle between her legs, tiny, but there. Oh. All these men. Oh goodness. Did they all want her like that?

"Yes, that would be nice," she replied softly. Brad's smile widened and his fingers went to his shirt and began to unbutton it. "That's lovely, Paige, thank you," he said. "But it's not very fair that I'm still dressed is it? Would you help me?" He stood, indicating the buckle of his belt as he popped his shirt buttons one by one.

Paige's hesitation was so slight she barely noticed. Uncle Brad was making her feel special, helping her relax into the situation, helping her - yes, it was true - get into the mood. She stood too, and with steady hands unbuckled Brad's belt as he tossed his shirt onto a barstool. She glanced at Quinn, giggling as the men called Uncle Dave and Uncle Erik stroked her shoulders, tickling her gently. Her fingers found Brad's trouser button and zip. She paused, feeling his hardness just beneath her fingers, and looked up. He smiled down at her and nodded slightly. She unbuttoned him, unzipped and tugged his trousers down, intensely aware of his erect penis tenting the front of his boxer shorts right in front of her. A tingle ran through her tummy. She reached for the button in his shorts, her fingers brushing his erection; he sighed softly. "Mmm, Paige sweetheart, see what you've done to me?"

Only vaguely aware that Uncle Carl and Uncle Frank were now standing either side of her, Paige popped the button and opened the curtain of Brad's boxers. His penis stood out hard and rigid, a deep pink in colour, slightly moist near the tip. Brad touched her head gently, nudging her. "Suck it, Paige, suck my cock," he murmured. Gazing up into his eyes, Paige opened her mouth and closed her lips around his penis.

'Uncle Carl' watched in mounting excitement as the unbelievably sexy little seven-year-old took 'Brad's' cock into her mouth. He was a smooth, self-assured bastard but dammit he'd relaxed the little whore nicely, got her to pull his cock out and suck him off. His own erection was almost painful as he watched them, and fuck it he wanted in! He wrestled with his clothing, aware that the other guys were doing the same. He looked across at the six-year-old giggling on her barstool. She was a hot little bitch too, soft and smooth like a little girl should be, but it was this Paige he wanted first. Wanted her badly. Wanted to fuck her hard. He knew the rules, knew that cunt was out - a damn shame, but Alexei was not one to fuck about with - but he'd take her in the ass, hard and deep. Hard and deep, little bitch, and maybe slap her a little if she didn't like it! Fuck yeah!

He stepped out of his slacks and in towards Paige as she sucked Brad's cock. Her little mouth looked so hot stretched around a cock! He pushed his own forward into her face, nuzzling her cheek with it, smearing beads of moisture across her skin. "Ich auch, du kleine Schlampe. Me too, little sweetheart. Diese saugst!" Her eyes glanced up and sideways to his. He smiled, possibly a tight and feral smile, he couldn't tell, but he hoped it looked friendly enough. Drawing back from Brad's cock she smiled a little shyly back, but opened her mouth for him. The warmth of her lips and tongue closing on his cock was indescribable.

She was a fine cocksucker, this little Paige! Damn his cock felt good in her mouth, really good. She kept her tongue moving, her lips tight, her teeth back. He ran his hands over her hair, barely resisting the desire to jam her head down on him. Take it easy to start with, they'd agreed. Get the party started and then work it up. He rocked his hips gently, a delicate mouthfuck for the hot bitch. God-damn, what was better than a preteen girl sucking your cock? Possibly a preteen girl taking your cock up her ass, ideally in a non-consensual way. He grinned as he looked down at the little sweetheart sucking him off. Her eyes smiled back. His smile widened as he released her, stroking himself as she moved around to suck 'Uncle Frank's' cock.

For a good while Paige moved back and forth between the three men, sucking each cock in turn for a minute or so, her fingers finding the other two and stroking them very professionally as she did. Quinn was doing something very similar, sucking off Dave and Erik as they sat on their barstools, giggling and laughing, a hot little bundle of naked girl. Mmm, thought Carl as Paige's fingers played gently with his balls, how nice would it be to hear those giggles turning to crying as he force-fucked her little ass...

He held that thought, playing with it as they switched around a little, the five of them lining up to be sucked by both girls in turn. Quinn's upturned, giggly face was superimposed with his inner picture of her in tears as she took his cock and sucked it sweetly for the first time. She was good too, perhaps less finessed than her sister but more enthusiastic. Carl held her head in both hands and rocked. She didn't tense up, so he rocked a little harder, fucking her hot little mouth. His fingers tensed, grabbing her hair. Yeah..! Fuck the bitch's mouth. He glanced over at Brad. Brad was watching him closely, stroking his own cock as he waited for Paige. Carl's lip twitched as he held Quinn's hair a little tighter. Mr Goody-Goody Romantic Brad might not approve.

Mr Goody-Goody Brad smiled internally as he watch Carl careful ratcheting up the tension. He saw Carl's fingers twining into Quinn's tumbling hair and the fever rising in his eyes as he began to test the six-year-old. Brad was waiting for the look, and here it was. Carl glanced across at him, some degree of defiance there. "You're too romantic, Mr Goody-Goody," that glance said. Brad grinned back.

"Fuck her, Carl, fuck the little bitch hard. She's a teasing slut, she wants your cock down her throat. Fuck her hard...!"

His words swirled around the room, suddenly a genie out of its bottle. They whirled and settled; a palpable pause.

Brad laughed and gathered Paige into him. Holding her head tightly he pushed his cock into her mouth, dipping her head to improve the angle as he sought the back of her throat. He felt her wriggle in alarm; it sent a pulse of blood through his rigid cock.

"Fuck them, gentlemen! Fuck these lovely little girls however you want! Stick to the rules, but fuck them good! Don't hurt them, but they will do whatever you want! Use their beautiful little bodies for your extreme pleasure. *Use* them!" He forced Paige's head down, his cock gloriously tight in the back of her mouth.

"No hurting means nothing permanent, of course," he laughed.

Quinn was suddenly a little bit scared. She's been having fun, enjoying the attention, finding the differences between Uncle Erik and Uncle Dave interesting as she sucked their penises. It all seemed just like it did with Uncle Alex, good fun, but safe and nice. Uncle Carl was already tugging her hair a little hard when Uncle Brad had said what he did in a mean-sounding voice. Did he mean they were going to hurt her, and Paige? What did he mean?

Uncle Carl gave a bark of a laugh and jammed his penis harder into her mouth. She felt it push the roof of her mouth, and she tried to twitch away. His hands, gripping tighter now, forced her head lower, angling his penis into the back of her throat. She gagged, panic rising. No! She couldn't take any more in! Uncle Alex had done this with her, but not so fiercely. She wriggled again, trying to move back. Uncle Carl barked his laugh again. "Ja, Sau! Wurgst auf meinen Schwanz! Choke on it, you little whore!" Oh no! Oh no! Tears pricked Quinn's eyes as she retched around the penis filling her mouth. There was a little relief as Carl drew back with a grunt, but his grip on her hair held and immediately he began to push her head back and forth rapidly, fucking her mouth hard.

Quinn felt someone behind her. Carl's hands and penis held her in place, but someone was now kissing her bottom, big male fingers rubbing her pussy from behind. This was something she'd discovered felt really nice, something she usually really enjoyed, but just now the stress of trying not to throw up as Uncle Carl's cock plundered her mouth wouldn't really let her focus. She felt fingers spread her buttocks and a tongue lick up between them, invading her butthole. It pushed and wriggled into her and she tried to relax as Ksyusha had taught her with that first rubber toy, now so long ago. A strong finger massaged her little pussy-button, sending tingles through her crotch despite Carl's grip on her head. Oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh. There were more hands on her now, a finger up her butt, probing, twisting, fingers spreading her pussy lips, rubbing her button. Her knees trembled. Oh gosh.

Oh yes! Oh yes this was it! Use the little bitch! Oh yes! Down her throat! Damn that was tight and wet, and the convulsions as she fought not to vomit made his cock harder than ever. Carl yanked Quinn's hair fiercely as her pounded her soft little mouth. Suck it! Take it, you little sow, fucking take it. "Fick meinen Schwanze, Sau! Fick mich mit deinen geilen, kleinen Mund! Ach ja, Schlampe! Bitch! Ja!" Mm, he could sense the stress rising in the little whore, and that was good. His cock felt fabulous fucking her mouth, her head forced down beneath his hands. Nothing she could do, powerless, nothing except stand there and be used like the little fucktoy she was. Ah, yes, but Paige, she was the one he wanted to rape first. The older, shyer sister, something indefinably sweet about her. Something sweet and gentle and needing to be violated.

Carl pulled put of Quinn's mouth with a flourish, pushing her away from him. She tumbled back looking upset, close to tears. Fat Erik caught her, turned her round and dragged her with him to a low cushioned stool where he sat, pulling her head down to his crotch. "Gut, ja?" asked Erik in his accented German. Carl grinned. "Ja, sehr gut! The bitch likes it hard, make sure she gets it!" Erik laughed, gathering the girl's hair into a bunch and beginning to bob her mouth up and down on his short, fat cock.

Paige. Where was she? Carl turned. Paige was kneeling in front or Brad and Frank, the two of them holding her head still as they tried to force their cocks together into her mouth. Brad laughed. "Not quite, Paige girl, not quite. Hey, here comes Carl. I know what he wants! C'mon!"

Paige still looked together, a little flustered perhaps but not scared. She glanced at him as he approached. He grinned at her, wickedly, gesturing behind him to where Quinn's muffled gasps and sobs were just audible. "Your sister is getting lessons in swallowing cocks!" he exclaimed. "I think she's a little upset!" Paige's look of alarm towards her sister was most gratifying. "She got me nicely warmed up and wet, but now I want you!"

Brad laughed again and scooped Paige up around the waist. He carried her to one of the soft, chicly-white sofas. "Kneel there," he ordered. He arranged her just so, beautifully poised on all fours, hair tumbled about her face, cheeks flushed, chin wet, a little doubt in her eyes. He picked up a small tube from the low coffee table and tossed it to Carl. "Lube her up, man, she's yours first!"

"What..?" began Paige, but her words were cut off as Brad caught her head and pushed his cock into her mouth again. "Shh! Little girls," he panted, "should be fucked and not heard!"

Carl laughed as he stepped forward, the tube of KY open, his cock harder than he could remember it. Frank, his saturnine face alive with pleasure, gave him a wink. "Loosen her up for me, cousin!" Carl looked down, admiring the beautiful curves of Paige's upraised butt. Oh, yes! He slapped her buttock, not too hard, but hard enough to make her jump. Brad held her head tight and laughed. Carl squirted slippery jelly onto his fingers and smeared them into Paige's buttcrack. Placing one knee between hers on the sofa, he pushed her legs as wide as they would go and ran a finger between her buttocks. Magnificent! Her anus was pink, beautiful to look at, and so small! Could she take him? Let's see! Roughly he shoved his finger up her ass, making her jump again. So soft and warm in there! And tight! Oh yes! Another fingerful of KY up her ass and she was slippery as could be. He smeared the rest across the dripping tip of his cock.

"Hold her hips, Frank," he muttered as he nudged the tip of his cock in around her pussy lips and up to her anus. For a second he wondered how fabulous it would be to rape that cunt, split that hymen and be the first real man to fuck the little slut. Mm, maybe he would discuss that with Alexei later. But for now, her little-girl's asshole would be sweet enough! He paused, the tip of his cock nestled against her asshole. "Jaaa, Sau... Will deinem geilem Arsch ficken..."

The muffled sounds of Quinn's distress were the first real signs for Paige that things had changed. This was no longer a careful, controlled introduction to the world of grown-up sex. This was serious. As Brad carried her to the sofa and dropped her on all fours she wondered where this all might go, and when Carl slapped her butt her stomach turned over. Brad's hard cock filled her mouth as the cold lubricant touched her skin. She jumped as his finger invaded her anus, her muscles tensing around it. No! Relax! You must relax! She tried to calm the mounting panic, looking up into Brad's face, once-friendly, now a mask of lust. His whisper sent chills through her. "You're ours now, slut."

Oh goodness God! She'd felt Carl's penis nudging her anus, but the force and depth of his pentration caught her completely unawares. Her muscles shrieked and spasmed as the man rammed his penis right in, filling her, filling her more than she thought possible. Oh God, how far up could he go? Ow! Oh no! It was like having a baseball bat stuck up her ass! She heard the men laughing as the big, hard invader started moving back and forth, sliding nearly all the way out, her muscles working to expel it, then slamming back in. She felt the tip of his penis somewhere up near her tummy (or so it seemed), and his thighs slapped against hers. Oh God it was too much! She was too stretched! He was too big!

"How's she feel, Carl? How's the whore's ass?" asked Brad, bucking his hips faster, his penis deep in her mouth, choking her.

"Ah, jaaa..." replied Carl. "Sie ist wunderbar! Hot, hot, tight little ass, takes me like a hot little whore. Takes my cock right up her. Sooo good... Ja, bitch, du bist geil wie eine Hure!"

Paige felt helpless, impaled by two implacable men form both ends. Tears pricked her eyes. Where was Uncle Alex! He should be here to help, to stop... Oh Lord the penis in her butt was so big and hard. The first tear to roll down her cheek elicited a hiss of laughter from Brad. "Yeah, Paige, cry you bitch. Just make me wanna do you more..!"

Suddenly the penis in her backside withdrew. She felt relief, only registering subconsciously that her anus was still gaping wide. But it was short-lived. Another knee muscled in between hers and a second penis entered her. Hands gripped her hips, fingers pulling her buttocks apart as another man fucked her in the ass.

Brad pulled out of her mouth, a long string of drool still connecting them. She tried to shake her head but he held it still, twisting slightly to let another man stand in front of her. It was Carl! Carl with his angry red penis still wet and (yes) slightly soiled from her butt. Oh no, no he wouldn't, no..."

"No..."

"Yes, bitch, suck your ass from my cock!"

Brad forced her head still. Carl bunched her hair and thrust towards her. Her mouth closed, perhaps involuntarily. Carl's slap stung her cheek. A laugh, and a second hand slapped her buttock, once, twice. Miserably she opened her mouth and the long, hard penis was forced in. It didn't taste as bad as she'd feared, but it definitely had a mustiness about it that made her gag. Carl began fucking her mouth eagerly, grunting with each thrust between her lips. As if in response, Frank's rythym between her legs increased. Paige braced herself as best she could, trying to control the hard thrusts of the angry penises in her mouth and butt. She could sense they were both nearing that final stage. Oh goodness, she thought, they're both going to cum soon!

Oh yes, thought Brad as he watched Carl and Frank's increasing frenzy, fucking hot little Paige front and back, using her lovely girly holes as they were meant to be used. Little girls needed to be shown who was in charge. They were too spoiled these days, too cocky (hah!), too pampered by soft moms and weak dads. Especially weak dads. Didn't fathers understand that one of their primary responsibilities towards their little daughters was to teach them from an early age that a daughter's main purpose in life is to give pleasure to her daddy, and to any of daddy's friends he felt it important to introduce her to? A daughter's purpose is to be subservient to daddy's needs, and to service his cock any and every way he wanted? Too soft, too weak these days.

Good to see that Carl and Frank had Paige in hand, though. Well in hand. He turned and walked across to where cute little Quinn was entertaining uncles Dave and Erik.

Quinn was lying flat, face down on a white fur rug that may have been imitation but probably wasn't. Erik and Dave were taking it in turns to fuck her in the ass, one holding her arms spread wide, the other lying on top and almost squashing her. They were using her hard, their butts pumping up and down, their cocks emerging red and angry when they swapped. Quinn's face was hidden by her hair but her muffled sobs were audible through the rug. She was squirming underneath them, despite the weight on top of her. Brad stroked himself as he watched them, delighting in the red flushes across both her soft little buttocks. Erik grinned at him. "She's a wriggly little piece, this one. How's Paige?"

"Sweet, man," replied Brad. "You gotta try her asshole out. Slap her ass first, get her going."

Erik laughed, walking over to the sofa. Brad knelt on the edge of the rug, running his fingers through Quinn's hair. He drew it back, revealing her round, red face, eyes distinctly wet, nostrils glistening. "You like big, hard cocks up your sweet lil ass, Quinny?" he asked, pushing his fingers into her mouth. He groped around her mouth, relishing the feeling. "You're kinda squirmy though, Quinny. You need to hold still more." He looked over his shoulder. "Your sis too."

He stood. "Let's tie these bitches down!"

Alexei smiled quietly to himself. There was some seriously hot footage on the cameras, some serious money to be made from these two little princesses. The timing of that call from Brad couldn't have been better, just as Carl started cumming in Paige's mouth. She's looked up, startled, eyes rolling, jerked her head, and a spurt of cum splattered from the side of her mouth - all caught on digital video! He'd zoomed in on her pretty face, red, wet with tears and saliva and semen as Carl shot the last of his load right across her cheek. Magnificent.

A slight twinge of guilt touched him as he pulled back and filmed the five men manhandled the two girls onto two short, padded benches, thoughfully provided with soft dressing-gown cords at each corner. A slight twinge, but only slight. Little girls were put on this Earth for men's pleasure, and men's pleasure demanded a certain amount of discomfort on the part of girls, and that's all there was to it. Brad knew the rules well, and played well by them. The girls wouldn't be hurt - but they would sure as fuck remember this day!

He stepped round for a closeup of their faces as the two girls were tied face down, wrists and ankles. Paige was looking across at Quinn; Quinn looked up at the camera, her unhappiness beautifully manifest. Her eyes were puffy with tears and a dribble of snot glistened on her top lip. Yes, little one, he thought, perfect. Cry for the camera as these big men rape your tight little ass..!

Ready. The girls were secured, sniffling audibly, side by side but head-to-tail. Their legs were spread wide across the soft white leather, their bottoms presenting beautiful sights, glistening with lubricant. Three hard cocks and two re-hardening ones circled them. Alexei began circling with the steadycam as the men began the final long scene.

Licking the girls between the legs. Spreading their buttocks even wider to lick their assholes and cunts from behind. Kneeling and penetrating them, pushing hard cocks up their butts, fucking them slowly, fucking them quickly. Softly, and hard, pounding their tiny little butts. Alexei caught the straining of their assholes in closeup as cock after cock fucked them, first three different ones, then pretty soon all five again. He followed Brad round as he pulled his cock out of Paige's ass and shoved it straight into Quinn's mouth, fucking her face hard, both hands gripping bunches of her soft blonde hair. The camera lingered on Quinn's blotchy red face as Brad cried out and jerked his hips back, his cock exploding, covering Quinn with thick white globs of semen. It clung to her hair, dripped from her forehead into her eyes, slid glisteningly down her cheeks.

The five guys kept the girls' four holes filled for upwards of thirty minutes, ass-to-mouth round in a circle, using them hard and cumming on them regularly - face, butt, pussy, back, or deep, deep up inside them. Each guy managed twice, as near as Alexei could count, except Brad. Brad hit three times, the last a hard, fast masturbation with his cock pressed up tight against Quinn's slimy face, his thick globs of cum mingling with snot, tears, saliva and at least three other loads of semen.

One by one the guys retired, their lust for little girls' bodies well and truly slaked by the two hot little princesses tied over the benches, quivering slightly, glistening in the soft lighting. One by one, until only the girls and the camera remained. And then it was just them, side by side, wet, sore, crying quietly in the early Mediterranean evening.

Alexei closed the door quietly behind him and flicked off his phone. Ksyusha would look after the girls tonight, and probably for the next day or two while true realisation of their new vocation sank in. After the first introduction by him, this first gang-bang with strangers was always the hardest part. Still, they'd performed well, his little princesses, made him another small fortune and already booked two follow-ons. 'Carl' had made him a serious offer, too serious to turn down, for a whole day to take Paige's virginity, and 'Brad' wanted to get really down and dirty with little Quinn. Excellent stuff! Deals to be done, business to attend to - but not right now. Right now he needed a drink, and then some hot little piece to attend to the achingly hard erection he'd had for the last couple of hours. Mm, maybe that hot little redheaded girl, Emma? The newish one. Yes, her. She was probably ready for some serious bondage-rape play.

Well, maybe not, grinned Alexei to himself. Maybe she wasn't - but he sure as fuck was!