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"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.

<DISCLAIMER+WARNING>
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.
</DISCLAIMER+WARNING>

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
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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.

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