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My Kids -- Chapter Six / The Business
The idea that had briefly introduced itself to my mind a few weeks
earlier was slowly developing into a full-scale plan now. As I lay in bed the
night before our next session, I decided to bring it up with all the kids. We
would vote on it and anyone who did not want to take part would not have
to. We were a voluntary, democratic group.
Saturday morning came and I watched the bustling breakfast scene
as preparations were made for the day's lesson. This was our tenth week
and all the girls had had intercourse except Sadie, the twins and their
friends, Linda and Lori. These younger girls were treated to digital and oral
stimulation and provided the same for the rest of us. Tom and Steven had
fucked each of the girls at least once (except those noted above) and Juanita
and Susie twice.
It was, in fact, while watching a quadruple coupling between the
younger girls, Linda, Lori, Samantha and Sandra that the plan crystalized in
my mind. Lori, the oldest of the quartet, had told the other three girls to lie
next to each other on their backs, join hands, and spread their slender legs
as far apart as they would go. Smart kid, this opened their little twats up so
you could see quite a way inside. Then Lori, moving quickly from one
pussy to the next inserted her tongue into each open cunt until all three were
glowing red from the stimulation and glistening from Lori's saliva. She had
all three of them moaning in unison as she slipped her tongue into each twat
and backed out as it came into contact with a little hymen. One stroke,
move to the next pussy, one stroke, next, and so on, all the while jamming a
finger in and out of her own juicy little seven-year-old cunt. It was a
stirring display of energy, one that I became determined to capture on film.
A week earlier I had finally fucked little Jenny and she turned out to
be tighter than she appeared, but I fear that her father had injured her
insides. She seemed much deeper than a girl her age should be and there
seemed to be no bottom to her pussy although her vaginal contractions were
as stimulating of any of the girls. I doubted that she would ever be able to
bear children, though. Her father had already seen to that.
I was sitting on a chair with Jenny on my lap, my cock buried to the
hilt inside her pussy as I watched these four little girls pushing their little
tongues into each others' childish little cunts. The tactile stimulation of
Jenny's talented cunt muscles and the visual stimulation of the
tongue-fucking taking place on the floor gave the biggest orgasm I had had
in weeks. My cum blasted into Jenny's cunt, almost forcing her upward
from my lap. We both watched as it slowly seeped out of her pussy around
my tightly grasped cock. It was incredibly exciting for both of us and I
decided that the time had come to present the idea to everyone.
That Saturday Jenny, Juanita and Tom had slept over and the
brownies showed up at about ten-thirty so by the time breakfast ended we
were all present and could begin our meeting. I had warned everyone the
week before that there would be an important discussion prior to our lesson
so everyone was prepared and a bit curious. We all filed into the family
room, got comfortable and I began the discussion.
"Kids," I was a bit nervous because I was uncertain what their
reaction might be and I wanted this to succeed. I continued, "I have an idea
that might make us a lot of money, so much money that we would never
have to work again and we could do anything we wanted, go anywhere we
wanted, and basically become totally independent." I looked at them. The
older kids looked interested and curious, but the younger ones seemed not
quite to understand where I was going. "What I have in mind involves a
video camera."
Susie and Tom looked at each other, as did Steven and Juanita.
Jenny and Stephanie seemed to understand what I was suggesting as well.
"It seems that everyone these days," I went on, "has an exercise or a
weight loss video on the market. Well, we can do that too. We can make
videos, but we can make our videos more interesting and more exciting.
We can make an exercise video too, but we can do our exercises naked.
We can make training videos for teaching people sex techniques, we can
even make cooking videos or weight loss videos, all of them naked. And we
can sell those videos for a lot of money."
Now they all understood. Sadie may not have had a true
understanding of the value of money, but she understood doing exercises
with no clothes on. The older kids were nodding in agreement and even the
six and seven year olds were smiling in anticipation of seeing themselves in
the movies. There was little doubt that we would soon be in the video
business. The only question remaining was to find a safe way to market the
product. After all, it was utterly illegal and in the minds of some, immoral.
I finished the presentation. "I have already purchased all the
necessary equipment and will find the necessary contacts for distributing the
finished product. Lots of people will pay handsomely for videos of all you
beautiful kids doing what we have been doing for the past ten weeks. All
that is needed is your 'ok' to go ahead with it. What do you say?"
I held my breath as they looked briefly around at each other.
Finally, Susie, bless her heart, said, "let's get rich," to which all the others
burst into a loud cheer. It was settled, we were going into the kiddie porn
business, hopefully in a big way, financially speaking.
Susie walked over to me and threw her arms around my neck.
"Daddy," she said coyly, "can me and you do the first movie together?"
I smiled at her and said, "Honey, you and I can do as many movies
together as your little heart desires. The only thing we need is to get
someone trained to run the camera."
Steven, Tom and Susie helped me set up the lights and wire them to
the small control panel. There were four floods and four spots, each wired
to a separate switch so each could be on or off regardless of the state of the
others. I had purchased a four channel mixer and two microphones so that
we could use 'live' sound although I suspected that we might eventually
want to do sound editing. We set the mikes into the booms I had bought
and put them into place, finally plugging them into the mixer for stereo
sound. We tested each of the lights and when it all seemed to be
operational we installed one camera on the tripod and the other would be
used by hand (for closeups). It took the better part of two hours so we
decided to have lunch before beginning our foray into the video industry.
After lunch I instructed Tom, Steven, Susie, Stephanie and Jenny in
the operation of the cameras, sound equipment and lights. I showed them
how to pan slowly, how to fade, how to cut, how to zoom in or out and,
more importantly, when to do these things. This took up pretty much the
rest of the day and by dinner time we were all pretty tired. The little kids
had been playing either in the house or in the back while all the lessons had
been going on and I had been formulating something of a script in my mind
that would involve everyone, something of an introduction to our sexy
family. Just before dinner we all got together once more and agreed that
the next afternoon we would make our first video. I had gotten another
idea as well, one even more dangerous that the first.
Sunday morning, the usual semi-nude breakfast show took place.
Eggs, bacon, toast, coffee (for me), pancakes and bare or pantied ass. Very
nice, try it some time. Having a naked little girl pouring your coffee or
slipping a plate of eggs in front of you is delightful. As you sip the coffee
and take a bite of toast, watching that tight little ass wiggle away is pure
delight.
All the guests except Jenny had gone to their respective homes and
were going to return later in the day. Steven had taken to wearing pants all
the time because he seemed to have a perpetual hard-on, what with all these
naked little girls around. Susie usually wore panties in the kitchen and the
rest of the kids were either completely naked or wore only their nighties.
After breakfast they usually dressed and went about the business of being
kids or did whatever chores needed to be done. We seemed to have a great
deal of rapport and no one seemed to gripe too much about having too
much to do or about someone else not doing their fair share. We got along
amazingly well. Oh, there were arguments and occasional spats, but they
were kept to a minimum and were usually settled quickly and amicably.
Around one o'clock the other kids began to straggle in. By
one-thirty everyone was there except Juanita. She was always punctual and
her not being here by this time was worrying me. When two o'clock rolled
around and still no Juanita I decided to check on her. "Susie, come with
me. I'm going to see what happened to Nita."
I slowed the car as we neared Nita's house. It was run-down, but
then so were all the houses in the neighborhood, and it looked deserted. As
I drove by it Susie scanned it for any sign of life. None. I turned at the
next street and found the alley which ran behind the row of houses on the
street.
"There she is," cried Susie, "what's the matter with her?"
Juanita was crouched behind a wooden fence in back of her house,
one hand clutching her stomach, the other dangling at her side. I stopped
the car, we both got out and ran to Nita. She rose when she saw us and
said, "No, go away, go away." She was crying. When I got to the fence I
saw why. A man was standing a few feet away from her, partially hidden
by the wooden garage next to the fence. He had a baseball bat in his hands
and was holding it over his head. I saw the movement out of the corner of
my eye the same instant I spotted the man and managed to rush him before
the bat had gotten into full swing. He dropped the bat and grabbed at my
throat with both hands. Interlocking my fingers I brought both hands up
into the underside of his jaw. His jaw snapped shut, chipping some teeth
and, I hoped, biting the tip of his tongue off. As he straightened up,
bringing a hand to his mouth, I slammed both fists hard into his groin and
heard the sickening crunch of his balls being crushed into his body. He
groaned loudly and doubled over toward me. I grabbed the back of his
head and drove my knee squarely into his face. He crumpled to the ground,
out cold and bleeding. He would need dental work, facial reconstruction
and maybe a urologist.
Susie and Juanita were waiting in the car as I limped toward it. I
was out of breath and my neck was bruised from where he had grabbed it,
but was otherwise alright. I got into the car and we sped off for home.
Juanita was still sobbing as we drove away. She had a little blood in
the corners of her mouth and her left arm was broken. The bastard, I
found out he was her step-father, had hit her in the stomach with the
baseball bat. She had tried to defend herself against the blow with her arm
and it had caught most of the force. I took her to the emergency clinic right
away. After arguing with me that they needed a parent to sign, I convinced
them that I was her legal guardian and would pay cash. That opened the
door, but they would have to file a report because she was a child. They
checked her out, ran a couple of tests, and fixed the arm. Fortunately, it
was a simple fracture of the ulna. They put a cast on the arm, gave her
some pills for pain, told her to watch for blood in the urine and feces, there
might be something internal, they said. 'Call back in three days for the test
results' they said as we left.
On the way home Susie asked me if Nita could move in with us,
explaining that she and Juanita had already discussed it and had decided
that since they were best friends they would like living together. She said
that Juanita could help her keep the house clean, help her cook and take
care of the other kids and me, (I liked that part), and that Nita had already
said that she wanted to. I looked at Juanita in the backseat. She was worn
out from the beating she had taken and drowsy from the drugs she had been
given, but she smiled and nodded affirmatively in response to my
questioning look.
I considered the possibilities. Kidnapping. Even if the kid agrees to
go and does so willingly, the law still says it's kidnapping. What about her
parents? Her father beat her regularly, damn near killed her this time,
probably raped her occasionally, her mother was in Mexico somewhere, she
had not heard from her in over three years. The only question was if the
father would try to get her back. I decided to let her move in if she wanted
to, I could handle the father. When I said 'ok' Juanita smiled broadly and
giddily and Susie threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the
cheek. Then leaning her head on my shoulder, she said, "Me and Nita have
already decided that we want to do a movie with just us and you. We'll call
it 'Double Duty Daddy'." Both girls giggled mightily and I damn near drove
off the road.
"Good name," I said. The more I thought about it, the better it
sounded.
It was eight in the evening before everyone settled down in the
family room. Questions were flying everywhere and Susie and I were doing
our best to answer them. We had put Nita to bed, the poor kid was so
giddy that she was singing Cielito Lindo as I half carried her up the stairs.
"Ay, ay, ay, ay....shh!" she kept saying when she got too loud.
Actually, she had a pretty good voice. Maybe that could be a selling point.
You know; sing a verse...suck a cock...sing a chorus...eat a pussy...sing
another verse...fuck a little...sing the final verse and chorus to a rousing
ejaculation. Hell of a show, boy, we'll go on tour.
It had become clear, however, that we couldn't stay where we were.
Nita's father would want his daughter back and the authorities would assist
him, no doubt. She told us of his friends, a tough bunch of hard-drinking
men who, in their younger days had worked the fields of California and
built strong muscle as a result of the hard work. They were proud and
would not stand still for one of their own being so soundly defeated by a
gringo. Now, they no longer worked the fields, no longer worked at all, the
government saw to that by subsidizing them, so they had lots of time to
drink and think up mischief.
By the time I went to bed I already had the place picked out. It was
only a matter of preparing the kids and then getting us all and the things we
wanted to take with us to our destination, our new home.
Continued...
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