The Dollhouse

John adjourned the math class and led the girls into the dining room for lunch. Amelia had everything prepared and waiting for them on the table. As the girls took their seats, Amelia wrapped her arms around John, smiled at him, and kissed him happily.

He smiled back. "You're in such a good mood."

"It's such a relief having a man in the house to share the burden with me," she explained. "You not only taught the girls their lessons, but you freed me up to take care of lunch. I even had time to get dinner started."

He held her around the waist and pulled her close. "I'm happy to help, my dear," he said, leaning in to return her kiss. Truth be told, he was a bit exhausted after three hours of spelling and history and math, and trying to stay focused with all those skirts and legs and lips and eyelashes waiting to be taught. If he were given to blueballs, it would have been even more excruciating. But with Amelia, holding him, kissing him, he felt loved and appreciated. It was like being married again... only with pedophilia on the side.

They heard the tittering of little girls' stifled laughter and turned toward the table. Six pairs of eyes were watching them.

"This, girls," Amelia began, her arms still around John's neck. "This is why you're here. To learn everything you need to find peace within yourself so that one day... if you're so inclined... you can find somebody else to share your life with who will make you happy."

"Awww," Tansy said sarcastically. "You two are cute, but we're hungry."

"Touche," Amelia responded, and she and John took their seats.

"But before we begin, I must point out that Becky has done something wonderful. She faced her fears last night and reach out with kindness to her sister Tansy. She showed compassion, she made herself vulnerable, and I think she should be rewarded for that. Stand up, Becky," Amelia ordered.

Becky stood up slowly, looking expectantly and fearfully at Amelia.

"Girls, not many of you know this, but Becky is a masochist," Amelia told them.

Becky had a look of horror on her face.

"Becky yearns to be humiliated sexually, and I'm afraid that is why she has been acting out lately. She wants somebody to treat her badly, to hurt her and abuse her. In the past that's how she's gotten attention from boys, from men. And she yearns for it even now."

Becky closed her eyes as she stood there, knowing that every girl in the room was staring at her right now.

"I made the mistake of slapping Becky one time when she did something mean to me. She bit my clitoris while eating my pussy in one of our sessions, and I could tell that she had hurt me so that I would hurt her back. Since then, I have told Becky that I will only ever hurt or humiliate her as a reward, not as a punishment. I want her to know that if she wants to experience pain, that it is not acceptable to ask for it by hurting others.

"But what you did last night, Becky," Amelia continued, "was very brave, and I would like to reward you by humiliating you in front of our entire family."

"Oh, god," Becky whimpered.

"John, would you please stand up," Amelia asked, and he did so. "Now, Becky, get on your hands and knees and crawl over to Daddy."

John, and all of the girls, watched as Becky crawled on all fours over to John.

"John, I need you to dominate her," Amelia told him.

"I understand," John said as Becky crawled up to him.

"Look at me, Becky," he told her. His voice was gentle, but firm. "I'm going to hurt you, Dear. Do you understand?"

When she looked up at him, there was expectation in her eyes, fear as well, but the fear was tempered by arousal. He could see it, and it turned him on.

"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

"I can't hear you, Love," he said.

She nodded, looking up into his eyes. "Yes, Daddy," she said more audibly. "You're going to hurt me."

"Do you want that, child?" he asked.

When she nodded, he slapped her face. Not fiercely, but enough to get her attention.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

She held her burning cheek as she knelt there in front of him. "Hurt me, Daddy," she said pleadingly. "I want you to hurt me."

John stroked her cheek gently and then quickly and firmly grabbed her by her hair. Becky gasped.

"Stand up, little girl," he ordered as he yanked her by her hair to her feet.

He turned her by her shoulders until her back was to the table, and he lifted her skirt so the girls could see Becky's panties. They were skyblue and silky. They fit so tightly around her pert little ass that her crack was clearly defined. John rubbed his hand over them gently, enjoying both the feeling of the silk, and the firmness of her buttocks.

"Bend over and grab your ankles," he ordered. His cock began to swell as he looked yearningly at her long, tan legs. Becky grasped her ankles just above her patent black mary janes. John noticed that her shoes were actually mary jane heels, and that one of her knee socks had slid down as she had crawled over to him.

He slipped his hand down the crack of her ass, and felt the wet spot between her thighs. All the girls could see as John began to rub the spot. The knowledge that everyone was watching as her Daddy rubbed her pussy through her panties made her even wetter.

"You're so wet, Becky," he commented. "Let's show the girls just how wet this little pussy of yours is. I'm going to pull your panties down, and I want you to leave them there, do you understand?"

Becky nodded, her dingy blonde hair sweeping across her shoes and the floor as she did so.

John hooked his fingers around her waistband and tugged at her silken panties. He slowly pulled them over her cheeks, relishing the shape of her ass as he did so. As he pulled them below the level of her crotch, they stuck to the wet folds of her pussy before pulling away. He tugged them to the middle of her thighs and left them there, bunched up.

John returned his attention to her ass.

"God, you're beautiful, child," he told her. "Your ass is simply perfect." He stroked her cheeks, caressing them, getting hard as he felt her soft, warm flesh under his fingers. He pulled her cheeks apart so that all the girls at the table could see her pussy and her little rosebud of an anus. He let his fingers run lightly across her skin as he drew his hand down the length of one leg. He stopped to pull her stocking back up to her knee, admiring the tendons that joined her thigh and her calf on the back of her leg. He licked the other leg from those beautiful tendons, right up to the small of her back. Becky shuddered under his tongue.

"I'm going to spank you now, Becky," told her. "And I expect you to not make a sound."

She whimpered in expectation when he set his hand gently against her butt cheek. He squeezed her momentarily and then drew his hand back and smacked her hard. Her cheek jiggled with the force of it.

John dropped down behind her and kissed the spot he had just smacked. Becky jumped at the light touch of his lips. He looked at her face down between her knees and saw that she was biting her lip. He smiled at her and then smacked her again in the same spot.

Blood seeped from her lip where she bit it. John stood, smacked her one more time and then grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up. He turned her to him and held her face in his hands.

"You're so pretty, Darling," he told her, and then he slapped her again. Mascara stains from her tears made their way down her cheeks as she looked him in the eye. Seeing her makeup run caused his cock to swell even more. She was still biting her lip which looked adorable to him. He knew that the girls were going to learn quickly how much he was a sucker for a girl biting her lip.

"Open your mouth, Baby," he ordered Becky looking longling at her teeth bearing down on the flesh of her berry red lower lip.

She stopped biting herself and opened her mouth. Two white teeth peeked out from behind her upper lip. John grabbed her by the neck and drew her to him. He ran his tongue lightly across the bleeding dent where she bit herself before kissing her firmly.

Becky softened as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She moaned slightly. With one hand behind her neck, John cupped a breast in the other. Her tit felt warm and heavy in his hand.

John broke the kiss and looked at Becky's chest. He fondled both breasts over her shirt, squeezing them together for a moment. Then he grabbed her shirt where it opened just above her cleavage and ripped it open, sending buttons flying across the table. Her bra matched her panties, silky and blue. John pushed her shirt down over her shoulders and ripped it off her arms then stepped back, dropping it on the floor.

"Take it off," he ordered, licking his lips. He couldn't wait to see Becky's firm, ripe tits. "Take it off now."

Becky reached up behind herself and unclasped her bra. She pushed the straps down each shoulder and pulled her arms free, letting the the bra drop to the floor next to her. John brushed her hair back over her shoulders and grabbed a handful of it to pull her head back.

"Stick them out for me, I want to lick them," he ordered.

Becky pulled her shoulders back and thrust her chest out. She could see the girls staring at her, their eyes on her bare tits. Her nippes stuck out hard from the air and from the attention. A drop of grool began to make its way down her leg.

John bent over her, still pulling her head back by her hair and licked one of her nipples. He licked in circles around her areola, feeling the skin of it pucker under his tongue. Becky's tits were full and round. He guessed that she was a C cup. With his free hand, John grabbed a handful of her breast while he sucked her entire areola into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her areola and flicked it across her nipple before pulling his mouth away.

"God, you're stacked, child," he whispered, pulling the other nipple between his fingers. He twisted it and released it, then he flicked it a few times. Each flick brought a gasp from her mouth as it made her tit jiggle.

John relaxed his hold on her hair as he straightened up. He looked Becky in the eye and moved his hand to the base of her head to cradle it.

"You are such a beautiful creature," he told her, looking her in the eyes. Then he kissed her hard. He sucked her broken lower lip into his mouth, savoring the taste of her blood. Becky warmed to him, kissing him back. But she held her arms stiff at her sides. She wanted to reach around and pull him into her embrace, but she didn't know what would happen next.

"Get on your knees, Baby," he told her when he broke the kiss. "It's time for what Mommy talked about last night. I'm going to shove all seven inches of my cock down your throat until I gag you, Sweetie."

"Yes, Daddy," she said huskily.

Becky kept eye contact with him as she dropped to her knees. Her motions were clumsy with her panties bunched up in the middle of her thighs, but she didn't dare adjust them.

"Open your mouth," he ordered as he slid his zipper down.

Becky opened her mouth like a baby bird, looking up at him expectantly. John pulled out his cock, and a few of the girls at the table gasped. He wasn't huge, but he was larger than most of them had seen, and in the interest of not stressing their pussies, Amelia had been using a slightly smaller-than-average dildo on most of them.

John smacked Becky's mascara stained cheek with his dick a few times. She maintained eye contact as best as she could, but she blinked.

Becky reached up to hold his cock to guide it into her mouth. "No," John snapped at her. "Put your hands behind your back and keep them there, understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," she replied.

John loosened his tie and pulled it up over his head. He handed it to Amelia and said, "Bind her wrists together."

Amelia took the tie and knelt down behind Becky. She slipped the loop of the tie over the girl's wrists and pulled it tight. She looked up at John with a cocked eyebrow for his approval.

"Tighter," he told her, and Amelia obliged before returning to her seat.

Becky was shaking with anticipation. Amelia sat down behind her, crossed her legs, and watched with calm interest. But when John started rubbing the head of his cock around Becky's bloody lips, Amelia started to squirm.

"Girls, you may take your panties down and masturbate if you wish," she told them, and she proceeded to do so herself. John heard the sound of rustling skirts as every girl at the table reached up between her legs.

John's dick started leaking precum, and he wiped it on Becky's bloody lip. He held the back of her head and shoved his cock into her open and waiting mouth. She immediately closed her lips around it and began to bob up and down on him, maintaining eye contact the whole time, moaning around the dick between her lips.

"Ohhhh," John moaned. "You're a good little cock sucker, aren't you, Becky?"

Instead of letting her answer, John pushed his dick deeper into her mouth. He heard her whimper as he grabbed her head and shoved it all the way in. Becky immediately gagged when his head hit the back of her throat, and he pulled it out of her mouth to let her breathe. Long strands of her saliva connected the tip of his dick to her lips.

Her eyes were watering again, but after she took a breath, she said, "More, please, Daddy," and opened her mouth for him.

"Oh, my angel," he said, as he pushed his dick into her mouth again.

Becky bobbed a few times, and then took him all the way to the back on her own. She gagged herself on him, but she kept her lips pushed all the way down to the root of his cock until he pulled her off of him by her hair. She smiled up at him, proud of herself.

"You're a perfect little slut, Becky," he moaned.

"Thank you, Daddy," she whispered before going down on him again.

John sighed as she took him in. He felt sure that he was going to cum before lunch. The question was, would it be in her mouth or in her twat?

While Becky bobbed up and down on his cock, John instructed her, "This time, when I hit the back of your throat, swallow. Try to swallow my whole cock, Baby."

When he grabbed the back of her head and shoved it into her, he felt her trying. She made choking sounds at first, but he kept her head pressed down, and even thrust a little into her throat. He felt her throat constricting around him a few times, and he pulled her off.

"God!" he exclaimed. "That was amazing, Sweetheart." She gazed up at him, smiling.

John couldn't take it any more. He wanted, he needed to fuck her.

"Stand up, Baby. Daddy needs to fuck you now."

He helped her up and turned her toward the table. She took waddling steps toward it, with her panties still around the middle of her thighs and her hands bound behind her back. Once she got to the edge, John held her neck and pushed her down. She bent over at the waist, her arms still behind her back. John grabbed her wrists and pushed her all the way down. Her face landed in a plate of cherry pie. She instinctively tried to get up to get her face out of the food, but he held her there. When she stopped struggling, he let go of her wrist and moved his hand down to her pussy.

"You're so wet! You're like a fountain, Baby," he said, as he pushed two fingers inside of her.

"Uhn," she grunted as he finger fucked her dripping twat right there in front of everybody.

John pulled his fingers out and licked them with a sigh. He couldn't wait anymore. He guided his dick into her wet hole.

"Ohhhh," they both sighed as he pushed into her.

"You're pussy is so hot, Becky," he said as he started thrusting into her.

"Mmmph, mmm, mph," was her only response.

"God, you're so wet! Did you cum already?" he asked.

John let up on her neck, and she turned her head back to him.

"I came when you were in my mouth." she told him.

That drove John wild, and he pulled out of her, yanked her up by her hair. He removed the tie from her wrists and spun her around. After putting his tie over her neck, he kissed her hard, smearing cherry filling around both their mouths. He shoved her backwards onto the table. Glasses and dishes clanked as she scrambled to get her ass up between his plate and Amelia's. John yanked her panties down past her shoes before mounting her. When his dick entered her, the table shook.

Becky looked deep in John's eyes as she wrapped her legs around his ass. "Fuck me, Daddy," she told him. "I want it hard."

John grabbed her waist and obliged, hammering his cock into her hot, wet pussy.

"Oh, Becky! Baby!" he cried as he pounded into her cunt.

"Daddy! Yes!" she screamed. Her head rocked under the motion of his thrusts, and her hair, swaying back and forth, clung to the pie filling on her cheek.

John held her neck with one hand and pulled her face to his. Their mouths were inches away from each other as he fucked her pussy with long, hard strokes.

"I love you, Becky," he whispered. "You're my little girl -- my sweet, little slut -- and I love you."

Becky pulled his head to her and kissed him ferociously.

"Oh, I love you too, Daddy" she told him, pulling him deep with her legs with each stroke. "Cum in me, please, Daddy."

She kissed him hard again, as they hammered their bodies into each other.

Glasses spilt, and plates were being shaken off the table as it rocked with their love making. But nobody cared about lunch at the moment. The faces at the table watched in rapture. Every girl had her fingers inside herself.

John recognized Madison's moan and heard Tansy cuss. "Yes, John," Amelia muttered next to him. Other girls were whimpering as he pounded Becky's cunt. He made eye contact with shy little Julie and Penelope before turning back to Becky's warm and hungry lips.

Their tongues were in each other's mouths as his balls began to contract. His moan was muffled by her lips pressed hard against him. He kept rocking into her until she started screaming into his mouth. They pulled away from each other's face, and she threw her head back in ecstasy.

"Oooohhh, Daaaaaddddyyy," she cried, "uhnnnn, Daaaddyyy, yeeeeessss," as he continued to pound into her. "Fuck my puuussyyyy, Daaaaddddyyy. Fuuuuccck."

Her orgasm drove him over the edge.

"Fuck! Becky! Baby! Damnit!" he grunted with each thrust until, "Uuuhnnn, unnnnhh, Becky! Ohhhh, Becky! Fuuuuuuuccck," he came inside her seventeen-year-old cunt.

"Oh, you precious slut," he whispered as he came down from his orgasm.

She smiled at him, panting, with love in her eyes.

Becky propped herself up on her elbows as John pulled out of her. The girl lounged topless on the edge of the table, his cum dripping out of her well fucked little hole, his tie dangling between her bare tits. Cherry pie and hair were matted into her cheek. John staggered back and collapsed into his chair.

"Tansy," he called to the blonde girl across the table, "would you come over her and lick your sister's pussy clean?"

Tansy stood and stepped out of her panties that had cum down to her ankles while she had been masturbating to the sight in front of her. Her legs felt wobbly, and she had to hold on to the back of Amelia's chair to make it around the table. When she got to John, she stopped with her hand on his back, staring at Becky's legs spread wide. The older girl's toes barely made it down to the floor.

Tansy leaned down and kissed John lightly on the lips.

"Thank you, Daddy," she told him. "That was beautiful."

"You're welcome, sweetie," he told her. "Be gentle with your sister, I'm afraid I fucked her pretty hard."

Then Tansy got down on her knees in front of her sister's messy pussy and tentatively kissed the cum oozing out. She looked up at Becky, as she licked the semen from her lips. "I get to have dessert before I even eat lunch," she told her and returned her face to Becky's cunt.

Tansy lapped slowly with long, deep strokes. She moaned, then turned back to John with cum smeared around her lips. "You made me a delicious creampie, Daddy," she told him smiling.

John looked at Becky who reached up to hold the back of Tansy's head and shoved her twat into her sister's face. Tansy licked up and down the length of her sister's sloppy cunt, increasing her speed with every other lick.

"Thank you, Daddy," Becky whimpered as Tansy's tongue started driving her wild.

"For what, Dear?" he asked.

"Oooohhh," she moaned as Tansy continued to quicken her pace, "for fucking the shit out of me and... uhn, oh, for asking Tansy to cleeeaaannnn me up. Oh!"

"You're welcome, Sweetheart," he said.

"Daddy," John heard Madison's little voice in his ear.

"Yes, Princess?"

Madison stood next to him, holding Abby's, hand. "Can Abby and I suck on your limp cock?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in expectation.

"Sure," he said, scooting his chair farther out from the table so that the two littlest girls could stand between his legs.

"Abby is a little scared from how hard you fucked Becky, but I told her that you'll be sweet with her like you were last night," Madison explained.

"Oh, shit, Tansy, yeeeesss," Becky cried on the table.

John took Madison's face in his hands. "That is so thoughtful of you, Princess. Of course you two can suck on me together."

"See, Abby?" Madison said turning to the little girl. Abby barely nodded her head, as she looked down at his dead snake of a prick.

Madison knelt down between his knees and pulled Abby down with her. She lifted his sloppy dick in her little hand and licked the underside.

"Mmmm," she said, savoring the cum. "It tastes like Daddy and Becky mixed together."

"You like that, Princess?" John asked her.

"I love it, Daddy," she exclaimed and put the whole head of his cock in her mouth.

"It's delicious, Abby. Do you want to try?" she asked after letting his dick plop out from between her lips.

Madison lifted his limp penis and guided Abby's face with a gentle push on the back of her head.

"Go on, Abby, put Daddy's cock in your mouth," she encouraged. "It tastes weird, but I like it. You liked it last night, didn't you?"

Abby opened her mouth and looked up at John. He could tell the girl was nervous. "It's okay, Abby. I won't hurt you."

Madison lay the head of his cock against Abby's tongue. "Now close your mouth around him and suck on him gently. Like a lollypop," Madison instructed.

"How old are you, Abby?" John asked.

Abby closed her little lips around his prick and lifted up nine fingers. John started to get hard again. The little girl's face was even more cherubic than Madison's. He couldn't believe his dick was in a nine-year-old's mouth.

"That's it, Abby," Madison encouraged her. "Now suck him in like a straw. Like you're trying to drink a milkshake."

Madison giggled as Abby's little cheeks caved in with the effort to suck John's limp cock into her mouth. Eventually, Abby stopped sucking to take a breath, and he slid out from between her lips.

"That was beautiful, Abby," Madison told her. She took the little girl's face into her hands and kissed her sweetly on the lips. "Wasn't she amazing, Daddy?" Madison asked, looking up at John.

"Oh, that was incredible, Abby," he told her.

"See, he's not scary. He was just being rough with Becky because she likes that," Madison exclaimed pulling Abby up to her feet.

"Oh, God, that's so hooooooot," Becky moaned on the table behind them as Tansy continued to eat her sloppy pussy.

Abby looked questioningly at John. "Did I do okay, Daddy?" she asked. Her voice was quiet and scratchy.

John's heart went out to her. He could tell she yearned for approval, and that the chance for praise may have been the only reason she had gone along with Madison's plan.

"You did wonderfully, Darling," John said. "May I kiss you to thank you for doing such a great job of sucking my cock clean?"

Abby smiled tentatively and nodded her head.

John held her little cheek lightly in his hand as he leaned down. He barely pressed his lips to her shy little mouth. He felt her lean into his kiss and press back, and it melted his heart. He parted his lips slightly, and she did the same. The taste of cum on the little nine-year-old's mouth, the little butterfly tenderness of her trembling lips both thrilled him sexually and melted his heart at the same time.

John looked deeply into her eyes after he broke away from her tender lips.

"Wow," John sighed. "That was the most angelic kiss anyone has ever given me, Abby. Are you an angel?"

Abby smiled and looked down at her little shoes. She giggled as she tucked a strand of her wild blonde hair behind her ear. When she looked back up at him, her lips were pursed in a smile. She shook her head, and the strand of hair she had just tucked back escaped and curled around her cheek near the corner of her mouth.

"I think you are, Abby," John told her. "In fact, from now on, that's what I'm going to call you. Do you like that? Do you want to be Daddy's little Angel?"

She nodded, and he brushed the strand of hair back behind her ear.

"I love you, Angel," he told her.

Abby threw her arms around him and held him in a big hug, her little face pressed against his chest. Madison smiled as she stood watching. John wrapped Abby in his arms and pulled her to him.

"Oh, I love you so much, my little Angel."

"I love you too, Daddy," her little voice muttered into his shirt.

When Abby let go, Madison took her hand and led her back to her seat. John couldn't help but notice that Abby had cum from his dick smeared on her navy blue skirt from where she pressed against his sloppy prick.

"Oh God," Becky whimpered from the table. Tansy still lapped at her cunt, as her sister started to have yet another orgasm in Tansy's mouth.

"Madison," John called to his princess.

"Yes, Daddy?" she said, returning to his side.

"Will you suck my cock while I watch Tansy eat Becky's pussy?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy!" she exclaimed, and she dropped to her knees and lifted his dick to her mouth.

"Oooohhhh, Gooooooooood," Becky moaned, pressing Tansy's face hard against her clit.

John quickly swelled between Madison's lips. "Oh, yes, Princess," he told her as she began to bob slowly on his member.

Tansy stood in front of John, still bent over with her face buried in Becky's cunt. Her ass was within arm's reach, and he lifted her skirt up over her cheeks.

Tansy gasped and turned to look at him. "Keep eating your dessert, Baby," he told her as he ran a hand up from her knee toward her warm and wet twat. Tansy widened her stance so that her legs were spread apart for John.

Becky grabbed Tansy's face and turned her back to her own pussy. Tansy grunted into Becky's cunt as John slid a finger inside of her.

Madison's tongue swirled around the head of John's prick, bringing his attention back to the little girl between his legs. "Oh, that feels good, Madison."

She sucked him and stroked him. There was no way his whole dick would fit in her mouth, but Amelia had trained her well on now to use her hands on his shaft to make sure that she didn't take a man too deep.

"Oh, Madison, Baby," John said, "I want to cum in your mouth."

The twelve-year-old girl pulled her mouth off his dick and said, "Do it, Daddy. I want to taste you and drink you and swallow you to show you how much I love you."

Tansy pushed her pussy back against John's hand, bringing his attention back to her twat, and he shoved yet another finger inside her. It was difficult to give Tansy's wet vagina the attention it needed while the little twelve-year-old had him in her mouth.

"I need you to take care of me, Madison," he told her. "I need to focus on Tansy to finger fuck her sweet pussy the way she deserves. I need you to just keep sucking me and licking me until I cum in your mouth. Okay, Princess?"

"Okay, Daddy," she told him. "I love your big cock, and I love Tansy, too. Make her cum, Daddy. I'll take care of you."

"I knew I could count on you, Princess. I love you, my little Darling."

"I love you, too, Daddy," she said with a smile before she wrapped her pretty little lips around his swollen dick again.

John moaned from Madison's attention to him while he looked over at Tansy's beautiful pussy. She was dripping wet and pushing back with each one of his thrusts. Becky still held her head down on her own cunt, greedily shoving it hard against Tansy's mouth as she neared her third orgasm.

When John heard Tansy's muffled cries coming from between Becky's legs, he knew she was close. He curled his fingers inside of her to rub against her G-spot and reached over with his other hand to give attention to her clit.

Tansy screamed into Becky's cunt, as Becky herself went over the edge. "Oh, God, Daddy, yeah! Fuck her little twat. Oh, make her cum, Daddy," Becky encouraged him.

Tansy shoved against John's hand, and Becky let her come up for air. "Shit, Daddy! Yes!" she blurted. "Oooohhh, ohhh, nnnhh, Goodddd."

"Unhh," John muttered as his own climax began. He pulled his fingers away from Tansy's sopping cunt and grabbed the back of Madison's head with his wet hands.

"Oh, Maaadddiison. Oh, my Princeeees," he cried. He held her head, and they looked in each other's eyes as his dick began to squirt into the little girl's mouth. She kept her lips tight around him and tried hard to swallow as much as she could, but a gob of jizz leaked out from between her lips and dripped down her chin.

"Oh," John panted. His hands, dripping Tansy's cum into Madison's hair, were shaking. He'd just cum in a seventeen-year-old's pussy, and now the last squirts of his load were filling a twelve-year-old's mouth.

"Oh, my perfect Princess," he said to his little lover. He lifted her head up from his cock, and she stood in front of him. "That was amazing, Darling. You did such a good job of making Daddy cum."

"I love it, Daddy. Your cum tastes so good," she told him with an excited smile.

"I'll say," Tansy said, and she bent over Madison and licked the drop of John's cum from her little sister's mouth. "You did a perfect job of blowing Daddy, little sis. And you, Daddy," Tansy said, looking up at him, "can put your fingers in my cunt any time."

John pulled her face up to his and kissed her. Her lips and cheeks and chin were glistening with Becky's cum. She opened her mouth to him and tongued him deeply, smearing cum all around his lips.

"I love you, Tansy," he told her when she broke the kiss. "Thank you for cleaning Becky's cunt for me. I think she enjoyed your work."

"I can't wait until you cum inside me like that, Daddy," she told him. Then she turned and went back to her seat.

"Well," said Amelia with a big sigh. "It seems that other than Tansy who has eaten creampie and Becky who had her face shoved into a pie, none of us have quite had our lunch yet. Panties back up, girls. Let's see if we can't stop panting long enough to tuck in to our food."

Becky slid off the table. She found her panties on the floor and made an effort to bend over, pointing her ass in John's direction as she pulled them back up her curvy, tanned legs. John smacked her ass one last time as she sashayed away from him to return to her seat.

When he scooted up to the table and started to tuck his dick back into his slacks, Amelia put her hand on his to stop him. "Leave it out, Dear. I want to look at it while I eat," she told him. Then she leaned over to him and licked away the cum that Tansy had left on his face. Before kissing him with her open mouth and tongue.

He watched as Becky slid down into her seat, still topless with his tie dangling between her tits. Tansy leaned over and licked the cherry pie off her face. "Mmmm," she moaned, "I've licked so much delicious pie off you today."

The all the girls laughed, as did John, as they turned to their plates and spilled glasses and tried to make the most of their messy lunch. John smiled to himself as he noticed a big wet spot on the table cloth between his plate and Amelia's.

"I can't wait to see what tonight is like," he thought.