Perverts 'R' Us

The Daddies' Club

By Ralph Kramden ( pedo, M/b, M/g, MM/g, ws )

"Hon...?"

"Yes dear?" I acknowledged as I dropped the sports section on the coffee table. Trish was at her desk doing the monthly bills.

"I've got a bill here from the Daddies' Club. Should I pay it? Are you still a member there?"

"Yes Trish." I answered. "I usually go after work on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Often I pick Kimmy up from swim practice and we go over there for an hour or two."

"I wondered, because you haven't brought anyone home for over two months. What happened to Pamela? She is a favorite of yours, isn't she?"

"Turned fifteen…" I answered.

"So?" she wondered.

"The Daddies' Club kicks 'em out when they turn fifteen. Pamela turned fifteen. Too old."

"So she doesn't get to go with Ed to the club anymore? Can Ed still go?"

"Yeah. He's a founding member, but he and Pamela have been trying to get some of the guys and me to visit her at their home, for a price. That's bullshit. Why pay for membership in Daddies' Club and still pay a service fee elsewhere? I'll find another Pamela if I go there often enough."

"I hope so dear. I enjoyed our threesomes with Pamela, and I think Kimmy misses her too."

"A lot of the guys belong because they can't be alone with their daughters at home, but according to the rules I can bring one of the kids home if (1) her dad approves, or (2) if she and her dad go into the 'Orgy' room I can tap her on the shoulder and she can come home with me if she wants whether her dad likes it or not. I just haven't found a replacement for Pamela yet, but I will."

"I thought you just traded with one of the dads that were there at the club at the time?"

"Sure. You can always do that, but if you are say, Ed, with no daughter, who's going to trade with you? Then you go into the 'Orgy' room." I explained.

"Well then why would you go into the 'Orgy' room if you brought your own daughter to trade?" she asked.

"It's fun in the 'Orgy' room. Lot's of the guys prefer it because they can play with a lot of little kids at once or take one off to one of the private rooms for a more intimate fuck. Some of the guys just like to feel up the children and haven't got the time or interest in a fuck or they just want to watch. It seems there are a lot more of these guys nowadays, lurkers. Anyway pedophilia is pretty multifaceted. All kinds of things, y'know"

"How about you and Kimmy?" she asked.

"It's a good place for us too because, as you know, Kimmy is such an exhibitionist she likes to be watched. We often put on a demonstration fuck to get things started, so to speak. She likes it. Sometimes she doesn't like to trade because she isn't attracted to the other daddy. Then I have to really try to convince her if I want to get into his daughter's pants. Kimmy always goes along but sometimes it's just to please me if she's not that excited about the other daddy." I explained.

"Don't you ever put her in danger, Ralph!" she warned. "Women and little girls KNOW when it isn't right."

"Don't worry, Trish. No one is ever in any danger. It is a typical pedophile club. Pedophiles are lovers, not haters. The Daddies' Club has its own way of accommodating aggressive pedophiles. Kimmy is a category 1. She's talked to me about moving up into the other categories, but I'm not sure it's right for her. She says she wants to be handled roughly once in a while. What do you think?" I asked.

"What about category 2?" She asked. "What happens if she moves up to category 2?"

"A little roughhousing, I guess," I answered, "I'm not much into the higher categories. I think they get into bondage in 3. Both the child and the dad have to have special training for 4 and 5 so that no one gets injured and of course both have to love rough sex."

"How about higher? I've heard there is a category 7. Is that true?"

"Some of the other clubs specialize in that stuff. Usually the kids are a lot older and can defend themselves. Just like wrestling or boxing. We just don't have the facilities for that in the Daddies' Club. In fact you can't even piss or shit on a kid unless you do it in a room with a tile floor."

"One thing's for sure," I continued, "Rough sex sure is noisy! You can't hear yourself think when you pass one of those rooms. Crying, moaning, screaming. It's all play-acting of course. I guess the screaming gets the stress out"

"Y'know I was reading that in some countries pedophilia is outlawed. Somewhere in the Middle East, I think" Trish advised. "Seems they would have a lot of trouble with their kids if they don't show them any physical love."

"It's hard to figure, Trish" I responded. "It seems like such a win-win deal that it's hard to see why anyone would outlaw it."

"Kids need to be loved just like adults or they go nuts," she added. "Can you imagine how insecure and neurotic Kimmy would be if you didn't climb into her bed every so often. And how about the twins, they love having their genitals fondled and getting fucked. They would be devastated beyond belief if they couldn't suck on your cock or lick my pussy anymore."

"It's hard to imagine what some people think, but I understand pedophiles were jailed here too at one time, way back. I think it was during 'prohibition' or something. They used to let people smoke in public places but didn't let them fuck with their kids. How unwholesome can you get? And you know what? They didn't even trade kids or have pedophile clubs."

"Seems that would lead to all kinds of sexual frustration, rape and so on." she speculated.

"How does that 'Home Stay' thing work? I wish you would bring someone home for a few days like you used to do. I don't remember you ever bringing home a little baby though I know that they have them down there." she asked.

"You get two 'Home Stays' a month with the basic membership. You can always upgrade. I haven't brought any really little kids home because.... well, they're a bother you know. Changing diapers, crying, and stuff. And their sex organs are so little you often have to get off on their bellies or their faces instead of getting your cock in their little pussies or assholes. I dunno. I fuck one in the 'Orgy' room once in a while, but I really like girls a little older who can enjoy sex as much as I do."

"You didn't ask me what I like Ralph" she observed. "Maybe I like licking little pussies. Ever thought of that?"

"Yeah OK, I gotcha" I admitted. "Maybe I was just thinking of myself but it isn't called the 'Daddies' Club' for no reason, y'know. It's a club for daddies." I countered.

"Besides that, they're so small and so many of the dads want to fuck 'em you have to wait in line. The bigger girls can accommodate two or three guys at a time but with the babies you can't get at them when another guy is on them."

"I think you could indulge me once in a while Ralph and bring home a cute little 2-year-old sometime" she stated. "I love babies."

"Most women do" I acknowledged though perhaps not in the way Trish meant.

"Maybe a little boy next time, they have little boys down there don't they?"

"Sure, of course Trish. Lot's of the guys won't party with anyone else but a little boy" I exclaimed. "But they're even in more demand than the infant girls. I don't know when I would be able to get one."

"Well then I guess you're going to have to trade Kimmy for one unless we get Jessica down there too. I'm sure there are a lot of guys who like six year-olds. Can you trade two for one?"

"That's an idea," I acknowledged. Jessica and her twin brother Benny had just turned six and while Trish and I had been fucking both of them from birth I hadn't taken them to the Daddies' Club yet. Maybe it was time and maybe if I allowed a 'Home Stay' for the two of them I could trade them off to one of the younger pedos for his little baby boy. Certainly fucking a pair of twins would be a unique experience for someone even if they were just fraternal twins.

It's not like the guys aren't generous. The Daddies' Club only lets in genuine pedophiles and that means generosity is paramount. The pedos can't just acquiesce to a trade, they've got to really want to have their children molested by other guys. I've even had pedo wives pull their virgin daughters off their breast and offer them to me for the child's first fuck. It's touching really.

Kimmy, my twelve-year-old, is a favorite at the Daddies' Club and always draws a large crowd. She'll be blowing some guy while getting fucked in the ass by another and there will be a large gathering of guys around them with their cocks in their hands. But I remember one time when that crowd disappeared with the arrival of a young man and his identical twin 2-year-olds. Obviously he had been having sex with them from birth. They put on a demonstration fuck show, the likes of which I have never seen. So I'm sure 'twin shows' like Jessica and her brother have developed, will be a big hit.

"Don't worry hon," I offered. "We'll get a baby boy home for you to fondle."

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The cab pulled up to the building on 14th Avenue and Pine, a residential hotel, but a fancy one. The doorman in the ridiculous, pompous uniform opened the door and the four of us piled out, Kimmy, Jessica, Benny, and me.

"Nice afternoon Mr. Kramden. Good to see you again too, Kimmy," he bowed. "But who are these gorgeous little twins? Are they angels from heaven?" he laughed.

"You'll be seeing much more of them Ames," I advised. "Please meet Mr. Ames, kids. This is Jessica and this is her brother, Benny."

"Such nice, handsome, happy kids," Ames offered. "You really have good genes, Mr. Kramden."

"Thank you, Ames," I said. "They take after their mother, of course."

Ames held the glass door open and we all trekked to the elevator, one of those old fashioned ones with the arrow over the door indicating what floor was being visited.

"It's going to open in exactly five and one half seconds," Kimmy advised her siblings who had never visited a high rise building before nor seen an elevator. On cue the door opened.

"I wanna push the button!" screamed Kimmy. The twins looked dumbfounded.

"Go ahead darling," I allowed. "The club's on eleven and twelve. Want to try eleven first?" I guided.

The elevator ascended and the twins looked very worried.

"We go up, up, up on this" Kimmy advised them. "Then we get out and have fun, fun, fun."

The door opened to the posh quarters of the 'Daddies' Club.' All was oak paneling and deep maroon carpeting. In frames on the several walls were brass plaques or tasteful signs reading "Sexual Pleasure is the measure of love" and "Thank heaven for little girls." A large but tasteful sign over the back of the bar read, "God is love, so make love and thereby know ye him."

It was cocktail time and several guys in suits were lounging about in conversation, some with kids in tow. Many had un-zipped their pants, pulled out their penises and were absentmindedly stroking them or their children were. There were at least two older gents sinking into the huge leather chairs, naked children in their laps.

Of course the heads of most turned when they saw us enter the room. Such a large contingent from one family was unusual and then again, Jessica and Benny were new meat, so to speak.

"Well there's Kramden" one guy chortled, "I don't mean you Ralph. It's Kimmy Kramden. Hi Kimmy. Remember your new daddy, Dick?"

"Sure I remember your dick, daddy," Kimmy laughed. She put her arm around her sister's shoulder and whispered something in her ear. They both laughed uproariously.

"C'mon I'll show you the 'bored room'" Kimmy instructed her brother and sister as she raced past the fireplace which warmed the room with its cheery flames. On the mantel another plaque: "Find a hole and fill it"

I stumbled along, following my children, smiling at the dads and kids tracking our progress. The "bored" room was filled mostly with leather couches. There were only four people in the room. One man was sitting next to his daughter reading a newspaper while she played with a GameBoy. In the corner an old guy had a little boy up against the wall investigating his testicles.

Framed photographs of the past presidents of The Daddies' Club covered one wall. It seems incredible but each picture had a daddy molesting a child, some in the most intense way. Yet many were by famous professional photographers or gifted amateurs and the product of their collective lenses was tasteful while remaining provocative. A massive chandelier cast a warm glow on the walls of the "bored" room where the words "Fuck a child" in understated script was worked over and over in the gold lame wallpaper. Quite tasteful and elegant.

"When a daddy gets tired of fucking his daughter this is where he hangs," advised Kimmy. "Sometimes you can get a great fuck here or a trade that's fabulous."

"It's also a good place to get a little privacy most times," I observed. "There are lots of couches and most bored daddies are at the bar trying to get a trade."

The 'Orgy' room" was next. "They're going to do something about the windows in here" I said to no-one in particular "or move the 'Orgy' room" away from the outside walls." The windows were thoroughly steamed up so that you could not make out anything while looking through them. At 4:30 the place was already packed. Couples were fucking all over the room. A guy I hadn't even noticed whisked Jessica away and pulled down her panties. Benny was next, yanked to the floor by a big guy with his trousers down around his ankles. Kimmy and I stepped out of the door. I looked back into the 'Orgy' room to see Benny's mouth full of cock.

"Whoo! It's intense in there" I said as we stood looking in while inadvertently blocking the door.

"I see who I want," said Kimmy. "He's so handsome and what a cock. Just look at it, my GOD! But right now that Becky Porter bitch is blowing him. I think I'll just join her on his cock and we'll see who can give better head, the tramp."

"Excuse me" came the sound from behind as I turned to go back to the bar. A young man was trying to push his baby carriage into the 'Orgy' room.

"Oh I'm sorry," I said. "What a cute little boy"

"Thank you. You know how we usually dress these kids in pink or blue so you know their sex. I think that is so dumb. I just took Eric's pants off so everyone can see for himself," he informed.

"How old is Eric?" I inquired.

"Eighteen months" he answered "Like 'em young?"

"Well to be frank, I really don't but I promised my wife I would try to bring home a baby boy for her. She loves to lick their little penises and assholes. Would you trade for a 12-year-old girl or six-year-old twins, a girl and a boy?"

"Yes I'd be very interested," he answered. "There are only so many ways you can fuck a baby and I've done them all. Could I try out your six-year-old daughter? What's her name? Is she here?"

"Jessica, she's over there in that armchair. That's her riding that skinny guy's cock. From the looks of it he's about to blow. She'll still be plenty tight if you don't mind the other guy's cum in her crotch."

"I'll just go over and start a queue," he said. "Will you look after Eric?"

"Sure. Does he suck cock?"

"That's one thing he really does well," came the answer. I pulled it out and stuck it in Eric's mouth. He stood on the seat of the stroller with my schlong in his mouth while I wheeled him back into the bar.

It was kind of fun. Eric held onto the handle of the stroller while I pushed it forward and back. It felt good going in and out of his mouth and throat.

"This is O.K." I thought. "Maybe Trish and I can have some fun together with Eric. Haven't had one this small since the twins were little."

Several guys in the bar came over to watch. One black guy started fingering Eric's genitals while I fucked his face. Another just stroked his own cock while he enjoyed the performance.

"Are you going to cum in his face?" the onlooker asked. "I'd love to see that."

"I'm just trying him out," I answered. "First time. We'll see how it goes." And it was going to 'go' pretty soon I knew.

"Here Eric. Hold onto it and stroke it too. You can do it, big boy."

Eric evidently understood because he complied immediately. But he couldn't decide which hand to use. Trying one and then the other the blast came when he had neither hand on it and the glob flew right into his eyes. He winced and put his hands up to his face. It was beautiful. Ha ha.

"That was great, man," observed the onlooker. "Good shooting. Mind if I try him out?"

The words "Be my guest" were certainly tardy because before I got them out of my mouth Eric was on his back with the onlooker on top of him fucking his belly and chest. Several of us watched. Poor Eric looked like he was struggling for breath under the weight of the guy four times his size.

Soon Eric's head was between the meaty hands of his "daddy" who decided to finish it off by fucking Eric's face rather roughly, I thought. A stream of cum mostly cleared his head, landing in his hair and on the carpet. A massive sigh came from the exhausted man on top of him.

When he rolled off a slightly crushed Eric started to rise but suddenly covered his face as a stream of piss landed on him from the black voyeur.

"Hey," I warned. "You're supposed to piss on them in the tub or at least in the can. You know the rules"

"Fuck it!" he responded. "They can clean it up. It's my club and I'll do as I please" He emptied his bladder on the child and the rug.

Eric was in my charge and I didn't want his dad to change his mind about the trade so when the attendant came with some towels to clean up the mess I grabbed one and cleaned up Eric. He didn't seem bruised too badly and he wasn't crying, though it looked like he would be soon enough.

"You're OK, big boy," I said soothingly. "Daddy Ralph will get you as good as new."

I don't know if he heard or not because by that time there was such a din coming from the 'Orgy' room that it was hard to understand anything under a shout. Cheers emanated from the room apparently in response to some sort of activity engaging everyone.

Having got Eric cleaned up I put him in the stroller and wheeled him into the 'Orgy' room keeping an eye out for any aggressive pedos that might be waiting around the door for just such an opportunity.

"Oh My God" I must have said out loud. There were my kids on the floor of the 'Orgy' room surrounded by a crowd of cheering men as two guys and my kids rolled around in permutation after sexual permutation. There was Kimmy sucking one guy's cock. Jessica spelled her as Kimmy was dragged off for some ass fucking. Little Benny was getting his asshole reamed by another guy, and then Jessica got pulled off her new daddy's cock for some sixty-nine with yet another naked guy.

Several men had their cocks in their hands, jacking off as they surveyed the performance.

"Guess they're getting into the spirit of things" I said to no one in particular.

"What a cute little baby," a juvenile voice declared. I looked around and then down into the eyes of a gorgeous little girl with a wisp of blond hair covering one of her eyes.

"Well hello there," I said "Yes he's eighteen months old. What's your name, darling?"

"Pamela," her smile was as wide and white as a picket fence. "Could I babysit him sometime?" she asked. "I'd like to play with his weenie and his balls."

"That's interesting," I observed. "I had a very good friend named Pamela who used to come to this club. She was very pretty, just like you. How old are you? Is your daddy around?"

"I'm ten," she answered, "and of course my daddy is around. You're my daddy, aren't you?"

"Of course, darling," I said "but I meant your real daddy. Where is he?"

"He dropped me off here. I think he's in one of the private rooms upstairs."

"Well we could go look for him, couldn't we," I suggested as my eyes fixed on her naked midriff and micro-mini skirt. Her flat chest and delicate arms were incredibly alluring.

"What's his name?" she asked, looking at Eric in the stroller. "Can he come with us?"

"Yes, of course Eric will come with us. He can watch while I show you some of the things I used to do with my other friend Pamela." I ran my hand over her smooth ass. "Would you like to learn a few new tricks, little darling?"

"So he's Eric. What's your name mister-daddy?"

"I'm Ralph, Pamela. We're going to be good friends, I know. Let's see if any of the private rooms are vacant," I suggested.

"Did your other friend Pamela like to fuck?" she asked.

"Oh my, yes" I answered.

"Let's go," she said heading for the stairwell.

"Better take the elevator with the stroller" I suggested.

"C'mon then," she said changing directions "I want to get started."

"Me too," I mumbled under my breath as I wheeled Eric after my new friend.

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I know you'll say that the worst you have ever had was excellent but what could be better than ten-year-old pussy? What word surpasses excellent? Whatever it is, the word is 'Pamela'.

I was still fooling around with Eric's stroller. Pamela had jumped up on the bed, pulled up her skirt and was fucking herself with her middle finger.

"C'mon, daddy Ralph," she taunted "How about some nice warm cunt. Wanna taste?"

I pushed my face into her crotch amid squeals of pleasure and laughter. In a moment or two her crotch from vagina, perineum to anus was a frothy mass of my saliva. She swung around pushing my cock into her throat with both hands. As I ate her out she pushed her tummy into my chest and her pelvis into my face in undulating sexual pleasure as if fucking my tongue.

"I may just take you home Pamela," I said as I came up for breath.

"MMfsf" came the reply. My cock was all the way down her throat.

It was wild the way her pelvis kept pushing her little twat into my mouth and tongue. She was ready for fucking, that's for sure. I pulled out and a long low gasp came from her throat as she feverishly tried to push my cock into her pussy. She was getting rough. I thought she was trying to pull it out by the roots but all she really wanted was to get it into her. As soon as it was, her pelvis action started up again relentlessly.

"Oh daddy," she panted, "Push, push! Yes, yes, push right there!"

Eric was waving his arms around as though conducting an orchestra from his stroller. I was fucking my brains out and the little vixen wanted more.

"Fuck me daddy, C'mon. Really fuck me. Split me in half with that huge cock of yours!"

My brow was sweating. My crotch was drenched with her pussy juice. I held on and fucked as hard as I could.

I could hold it no longer and with at least four pulses I filled up her little fuck hole with my hot sperm.

"Oh god, Daddy, that's so great," she said. "Look at all that cum. Look it's coming out of my pussy. It's draining out, daddy. Isn't that beautiful?" I was gasping for air. I was bushed.

"Let me get a towel," she exclaimed as she rushed off. I glanced over at Eric who was cheerfully babbling to himself. Two intense orgasms within a half-hour, I felt drained.

"Here let me wipe this stuff up off the carpet before someone licks it up," she laughed as she labored over the cum. "Want to go again?"

"Oh Pamela," I begged off. She began to pout.

"You're goin' to take me home with you aren't you daddy Ralph?" she pleaded.

"Will your real daddy approve?" I asked.

"He's probably has his cock in some little boy's ass. He likes boys."

"I've got Eric here to bring home to mom. I guess if you want to come along it would be OK if I clear it with the club," I speculated. "Gotta find my own kids too…" I added.

"Goody, goody" she jumped up and down. "We can spend the whole weekend in bed."

Pamela got her things on as I pushed Eric through the door. The three of us had to pass through the 'Orgy' room and bar to leave the building. My kids were still at it with several daddies. I approached Kimmy who took a guy's cock out of her mouth to converse with me.

"I'm having so much fun today, Daddy" she said.

"We gotta go darling" I answered. "Mom wants me to bring Eric home and I found a new Pamela too. We can probably do a threesome or something at home."

"Oh please let me stay, Daddy. This nice man will take me home in a day or two," she pleaded.

"Won't you, Daddy?" she asked as she stroked the guy's cock a few times. "What's your name, Daddy?"

"I don't think we've met," I said as I extended my hand in his direction.

"Bill," he answered as we shook. "What's your daughter's name?"

"This one is Kimmy, that one over there is Jessica," I answered.

"Kimmy gives pretty good head," he advised. "I'd like to take her home so she could jack off my son, if it's OK with her. Jason, my son, isn't a member here."

"Fine, that sounds good," I said. "I'll just get Jessica and Benny then."

"Oh don't worry about them, Daddy" said Kimmy. "This is their first time I'm sure they don't want to go home yet. Somebody will take them home later."

"You're right of course," I offered. Pedophiles always look out for the little ones. The kids were certainly safe enough here with so many loving daddies to take care of them. Briefly I recalled my conversation with Trish. What in the hell were those people in the middle east, or wherever thinking when they outlawed pedophilia. Talk about getting things 100% wrong.

A little black girl tugged on my pants from behind.

"Daddy Ralph!" she exclaimed as she hugged my legs. "Remember me from Tuesday? Letisha?"

"You said that next time you would fuck me in the ass and take me home with you. You promised, daddy Ralph, you did."

"OK, OK," I exclaimed. "C'mon along. Let's get out of here."

Ames dipped his hat as he opened the door for the four of us.

"Evenin' Mr. Kramden. Are those the same three kids you brought here earlier?" he laughed.

The girls were holding each of my hands as I pushed Eric to the taxi with my stomach.

"I think I got a pretty good trade, Ames," I laughed. "See you soon."

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