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Subject: "My Kids / The Business" (mf, ff, inc, pedo) Chapter 6
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My Kids
Chapter 6
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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