Perverts 'R' Us

Horny Hank 4

By PlumpLover ( M/b/b/F, M/f/F, oral, anal, inc )

I hope you enjoy this. If you get off while reading this, please let me know! If anyone has questions you can e-mail me at plumplvr (at) gmail.com . I welcome all correspondence.

I stepped up behind young Aleksi, whose 10-year-old ass was exposed for me, bent over as he was on the bed. My spit-soaked cock slid in easily, ooooh that felt good. Meanwhile his 13-year-old brother Vasily stood over him, waving his young, shaved prick in my face. I leaned in happily, sucking his tasty cock.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see their mother, a whore by the name of Kisa, sitting naked and masturbating as she watched me fuck and suck her boys. Somehow it made the sex all the sweeter.

I grunted moments later and pulled out, shooting my cum all over Aleksi's ass and back. About the same time Vasily's cock exploded in my mouth. I pulled back to get a good shot of his cum dripping onto my chest. No sooner had I stepped back than Kisa was there, licking my jizz from Aleksi's tender ass.

"Cut!" I yelled. "That's a wrap." I stepped over and grabbed a towel to clean up while my hired assistant, Vladimir turned off the cameras and stopped the laptop's recording features. Excuse me? You're all confused? What's a young lad like Hank doing? Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to disorient you.

When we last communicated I was still a precocious 12-year-old, getting fucked by my neighbor Mr. Peters. Well, I've grown up since then. I continued my pedophile ways, eventually Dave Peters hooked me up with some friends who made pedo porn flicks. I loved all the sex I got, and continued on right into college. Living in LA made it easy for me to get into the underground porn industry.

To add to my advantage were my looks. I kept in shape, and could alter my look by some simple measures. If I shaved, including my pubic hair, I could still pass as a horny 14 or 15-year-old, thanks to my average-sized pecker (about six inches, not huge, but enough to keep me satisfied!). On the other hand, letting my beard grow and hair fill in gave me more "rugged" college looks. I became a real expert at makeup and altering my appearance.

Even at a young age, I knew my looks wouldn't get me by forever, so Mr. Peters helped me hide away all my money. Later I used some of it for college, where I got a degree in business with a minor in film production. Mr. Peters was a pervert, but an honest one in that he made sure my money was well taken care of.

After college, I continued to indulge my pedophilic passions by "starring" in some movies, which caused me to do some traveling. After a bit technology caught up, and I realized anyone with a good laptop and a few cameras could start their own porn company, so I did. Two, actually.

My first was based in LA and did legitimate fuck films. I specialized in BBW stuff because I have a passion for the big gals, but my company would do about anything. This company is just a cover though, for my real business. I cater to the pedophile crowd, making movies all over the world. I get to travel a lot, like I am now.

My "property", aka my videos and pics are all hidden on a server in a country that I'm not about to tell you the name of. I then market my flicks all over the world via the web, and today at the tender young age of 31 am a multi-millionaire several times over. And I get to fuck for a living, how cool is that?

Pretty damn cold now, actually. I was in one of the breakaway Russian republics (no, I won't say which one, in fact I'm gonna be pretty damn vague about locations throughout this little series. Gotta be careful, for reasons you're about to see). I had hooked up with an old friend in the business named "Vlad" who had discovered some new talent, the little perverted family you've already met.

I've mostly retired from acting, and while I "interviewed" (OK, fucked) most of the potential actors, I preferred the behind the scenes production and marketing work. Unfortunately our lead actor today was a no-show, and on short notice, I filled in.

I paid off Kisa, while Vlad packed up everything. After I was cleaned up, we left. As we headed back to my rented flat, I confessed I was concerned about our missing actor. It turned out with good reason, too.

Something set-off my danger detector, and I had Vlad stop a few blocks shy of the flat. It didn't take us long to spot the stakeout. They were sitting in cheap government cars, all with the engines running to keep them warm against the snowy chill. It also made them stick out like sore dicks.

"He must have squealed." Vlad said, matter-of-factly.

"Dammit!" I let out a long sigh. "OK, well nothing to be done for it now. There's nothing in there I need anyway."

"Come. I take you to safe-house; then we get you out of country."

At the safe-house I changed - not just clothes, but my looks. Because people, especially low-paid unmotivated government employees, are not particularly attentive, it turns out it's pretty simple to alter your appearance. Some hair dye is always a great place to start, and I shaved my beard into a goatee, which also got the hair dye treatment. A pair of fake glasses, the right clothes and I'm no longer a middle-aged business man, but a college student studying European art. Vlad was safe, not having met the "actor" I'd lined up.

While I changed, Vlad uploaded the day's footage to my server. That complete, we popped out the hard drive and disassembled it, breaking the platters into tiny shards. Half went down the toilet, the other half would be taken care of shortly.

We left the safe-house and headed for an old but working electrical plant that sat on the river. There we got on a boat and headed upstream toward the border. Along the way, we dropped 12,000 dollars worth of equipment over the side, including cameras, lights, my laptop and the scattered remains of the hard disk. Oh well, I needed a new laptop anyway.

I'm sure you'd like to hear harrowing tales of escape, but it was really pretty simple. We made our way out of the country by train, our only close call at the border. Still, it wasn't like I had an alert out for me, and even if I did, it was for my middle-aged business man identity, not my young college kid ID.

Vlad and I parted company in Istanbul, where I paid him off - twice what I'd originally promised him, actually. Anyone who can get your ass out of a tight spot like that is someone you want to keep on your short list of friends, despite the fact that it would probably be years before I dared to return.

I decided to spend a week in Paris, just to kick back and relax. Nice place, and easy to find new talent. This time though I was just taking a break and enjoying the sights, laying low. Little did I realize...

One evening I had made reservations at a fancy eatery, and was waiting for my table when two babes walked in, obviously a mother and daughter. Now, I'd fucked mother/daughter combos before, but these two were knockouts. Mom was about 5'7, with huge damn titties - had to be E-cups, maybe even F - plumpish belly, big butt, flawless face, and long blond hair, not too much makeup, very elegantly done. Her clothes and jewelry said "I'm loaded, but tasteful about it."

Her daughter, though, was what caught my eye. Wow, if you thought her mother was a big-breasted dynamo, you should have seen this kid - had to be close to 5'10, with tits that were easily a G-cup. Like her mom, she wore a tasteful dress that showed off a lot of tit. Both ladies were clearly proud of their assets. She had short, shoulder length hair, sort of a dark honey brown in color. Very young-looking face, a little on the plump side, and from what I could see, a nice big ass. I was drooling.

I also saw an opportunity. Seems they didn't have reservations, but really wanted to dine there. That's where I put on my knight-in-shining-armor disguise.

"Surely," I told the host, slipping him a wad of bills, "even if the establishment is full, it would be no problem for these young ladies to join me at my table?"

His eyes going wide at the wad of currency, he assured me it would be no problem at all. Of course I got the "you're too kind" stuff from the girls, who it turned out were Zelda and her daughter Julia.

We did the chit chat thing at dinner. Turns out they were from Canada. For a living, Zelda spent all her husband's money. Julia said she was a freshman. That was the one spot in the evening where I fucked up; I guess I'm losing my touch.

"Oh, freshman? What college?" I asked Julia.

"Not college, silly." she said, giggling. "I'll be in high school."

I admit it, I was really dumbfounded. I mean, I make a living in part picking out youngsters, but I totally missed her age. "How old are you?" I sputtered.

"15. Next month." Julia laughed at my wide eyes. "Hey, don't worry about it, happens to me all the time. It's my big tits. No one ever expects a 14-year-old to have titties as big as mine."

I looked at her mom for a reaction. "It's true." she said, matter of factly. "I got my big hooters at an early age too. It's how I managed to land her dad. Big tits just run in my family." As luck would have it they were staying in the same place as I was, so with just a bit more conversation, they agreed to meet at the hotel's indoor pool the next day. I love being able to swim and watch the snow fall outside.

I will say their appearance made me forget all about the falling snow! Both were wearing string bikinis, Zelda's was white and sheer, Julia's was a shiny blue. The tops were totally inadequate to restrain their bouncing tits, and on bottom were little more than thongs, leaving their rather large asses exposed. No "cottage cheese" asses here; both were smooth and taught.

They took seats on either side of me, and we spent an hour conversing and drinking, talking about our favorite beaches. "I much prefer the beaches on the coast." Zelda was telling me. "They let you go au natural, much preferable to having to cover up. Don't you agree, Julia?"

"Damn straight, Mom." Turning to me she continued, "I hate having to wear anything, so tight and restricting."

"Well..." I took the plunge. "If you prefer to be bare, my room has a private glassed-in balcony, plenty big enough for the three of us; that is, if you don't mind my joining you."

We slipped up to my room and entered. Before I had the door locked, both ladies were nude and pulling off my suit, giggling. I led them toward the balcony, but we never made it past the large bed. Julia used the silk sheets as an excuse to slide her plush, naked body onto it, and soon had all three of us sliding around.

I noticed that Julia kept her pussy shaved, which added to her youthful appearance. Her mom however had a trimmed bush, light blond like her hair. Huh, I guess she was a natural blond after all.

In no time, we were going at it. They started out by smothering me in their tit-flesh. Wow. Zelda's nipples were on the dark side, not very big aureole but thick nips. In contrast, her daughter had large, light-pink aureole, but still nice-sized nipples.

We shifted into a triangle, my mouth to Julia's sweet pussy, her mouth to Zelda's cunt, with Zelda sucking my cock. Man I love the taste of 14-year-old pussy! Nothing like it. After they both orgasmed, they decided to switch, pausing to swap a nasty French kiss in the process. We then resumed the triangle, only now I was eating Zelda, Zelda licking Julia, and Julia sucking my prick. I guess there's something to be said for age and experience, Julia wasn't bad, but Zelda was a much better cock sucker.

Finally I was ready for some pussy, and said so. With a growl, Julia forced me onto my back and jumped on, my cock sliding into her nice tight pussy. She rode my cock, her big tits bouncing around.

"C'mon Hank, fuck my slutty little daughter. Do you hear me you little slut? Fuck this man good. Show him what a nasty little bitch you can be..." Zelda was talking nasty, at the same time frantically licking and sucking Julia's breasts. I meanwhile worked a hand in behind Zelda and finger-fucked her.

When Julia came, I couldn't take it any more and filled her cunt with my sperm. Filled? Hell I damn near flooded it, I jizzed so much. While she was cumming, Julia and her mom were locked in a hot, steamy, incestuous lezzy kiss.

Julia finally rolled off me and onto her back, lying beside me and breathing heavy. "OK bitch. You know what you want. Since you've been a good girl, I'll give it to you." She spread her legs wide. "C'mon whore, get down there and lick my cunt!" Zelda obediently obeyed, lying on her plush belly and burying her face into Julia's messy crotch.

"Oh yeah, lick your daughter's cummy pussy. Oh Mommy yesss, lick my slit..." All Julia's nasty talk was keeping me hard, I thought I was drained, my pecker had other ideas. Seeing Zelda's big butt made me all the stiffer, so I slid down and parted her big ass cheeks as wide as I could. Since I was already wet with her kid's pussy juice, my cock slid easily into Zelda's fat asshole. I groaned in appreciation from the tightness.

"Hey Hank, which hole you fucking?" Julia inquired, breathless.

"Her asshole, so nice and tight." I moaned.

"Oh yeah, Mom loves taking it up the shitter. She can have a fantastic cum from a good ass-fucking, can't you Mommy?" Zelda could only moan, and kept eating her daughter's pussy. "Go ahead Hank, fuck away, fuck this bitch good."

I did too, pounding mercilessly on Zelda's tight, fat ass. When I finally came, Zelda did too, screaming into the pussy she'd been eating. I rolled off and Zelda collapsed. I saw Julia looking down at her mother, a smirk on her face. For some reason, it struck me wrong.

I grabbed Julia by the arm and said "You've been a mighty disrespectful little cunt." I said. "I think you need to show your mama some respect, and clean her up."

"And if I don't?" she asked haughtily. Youth will never learn.

I pulled her over my knee and gave her fat ass a good paddling. Not bad - hey, I'm not a sadist or anything. Just a little red, enough to teach her a lesson. I then shoved her face into Zelda's cummy ass and said simply "Now." Apparently one lesson was enough; Julia dove in with such gusto she wound up giving her mom yet another orgasm.

We fucked and sucked into the evening, and had room service for dinner. It was fun to see the waiter's face as the two naked ladies took the food and paid him. We continued our nasty fun until the sun came up, that's when I had to leave them, both asleep in my bed.

A few hours later I was on an international flight, winging my way back to LA, needless to say sleeping the entire flight. I arrived fairly refreshed, so after a quick trip by the Apple store to get a new laptop, I went by my "legit" offices, above which was my tiny apartment.

I spent a month editing together several new movies, including the footage I'd just recently shot. I hadn't had the movies up 3 days and they were selling like hotcakes. Viewing all that porn, and not having a ready release left me horny and ready for a vacation. I wanted someplace warm, so I hunted through my customer database.

I can see yourself scratching your head. Well, in my line of work it pays to know who your clients are. Not for blackmail, that's a good way to ruin your reputation. But if you can find a location that has important officials in your client list, well it never hurts to have friends in high places, who can watch your back.

Ah, here we go. A small town in Nevada, about 1000 inhabitants. And it seems not one, but several officials are on my customer list, including a key member of law enforcement.

Look out desert, here comes Horny Hank!

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