“MTPN Channel 69” is a fiction story by Frenchie and does not represent people, places or things in real life. The story did not happen and does in no way represent real life activities. If you are under the age of 18, please do not read this story. Leave immediately.

“MTPN Channel 69” is the story of a man who saw the end of a TV program and calls the studio to audition for a porn actor with pre-teen girls. If sex stories or sex stories between consenting adults and children are not your cup of tea, please leave now. If not, please enjoy the short story, MTPN Channel 69.

ASSTR Code: Mg*, ped, sex, rom, con.



MTPN Channel 69

By 

Frenchie



Chapter One

The Audition



“Oh, daddy,” she cooed, “that feels so good. Do it harder.”

“Yes, angel, ah…” her father said softly.

“Oh, oh… daddy,” she cried. “Ah!

“OK, honey, I’m about to cum, too. Hang on.”

“Aee…” screamed the young girl as she as the waves of an orgasm began to grow. “Ow…” and she growled, “graha…”

In an instant the contractions and spasms struck and he jammed his pelvis into hers; planting his penis deep into his young daughter to prevent the glans from moving and causing friction against the walls of her tight little cunt; the feeling was so grand that he couldn’t stand it.  Suddenly, spasm after spasm rocked both of their bodies. His hot sperm was expelled from his penis like molten bullets into the depths of her snatch. Shot after hot shot; spasm after spasm; the delicious pain; the exquisite feeling was great; until it slowly diminished and they finished. They collapsed. Both lying still, breathless, like a pile of dirty laundry on the big bed; the girl and her dad were pleasantly exhausted, nestled in each others’ arms. The after shocks pleasantly rippled through their bodies, softly twitching their sexual organs; keeping the memories alive.

The picture on the television faded to black, and then opened up with, “This is the Mature Teen and Preteen Network followed by the logo, MTPN. 

Al had a huge hard-on after watching that scene. His 9 inch cock must have been 12 inches.

Then, an advertisement came on, inviting males between the ages of 18 to 60 to try-out for parts on a locally produced television series. The ad said that they should be fit and be conversant in English and not use recreational drug. “Call the number on the screen within the next 5 minutes and they would be guaranteed a slot on the shows.”

Al almost broke a hip getting to the telephone.

“Is this the TV station that asked for actors?”

“Yes,” said the voice on the other end of the line. “Would you like to audition?”

“Yes,” Al replied.

“Are you a pedophile?”

“Yes,” Al replied.


The lady told Al to be at the studio at 8 am tomorrow and bring a tape if he had one, if not they would give him an audition.

He couldn’t sleep that night because of the hard-on that he was sporting. He tossed and flipped and turned all over the bed until he fell asleep, exhausted.

The next morning, he put on his best pants and shirt, with his dress shoes and drove to the studio. He was early, so he found a restaurant and ordered a cup of coffee and wheat toast with butter and jelly, which added to his adrenaline level and drove back to the studio.

He filled out 2 pages of information and was told to go to a particular door when his name was called, then he sat and waited to be called for the actual audition. Apparently, there weren’t many people at the audition, which made him feel good about being accepted. He figured he was the first or second to be called, as he got there right at eight o’clock and three applicants arrived after he did. 

“Mr. Al Scroeter.” Called a loudspeaker.

His heart started beating fast as he walked to the door. He paused, turned the knob and went in. It was a television studio with cameras and microphones and beds. When he saw that, that’s when his heart really started beating fast. But, he didn’t see any girls and he became puzzled. He stood there in the semi darkness. Technicians were walking back and forth, stooping down, probably making adjustments to the equipment.

“Mr. Scroeter,” a voice called from over in the corner. “If you would come over here, we could get started.”

He walked in the direction of the voice and seated at a table was a young girl of about 8 and a man standing at her side. She was looking away from him, but he could tell that she was a pretty little thing.

“Hi Mr. Al Scroeter. I would like to introduce you to Miss Skye Kid, one of our very popular regulars here at MTPN and I’m Robert Drake from casting. Won’t you have a seat?”

He sat down across from the picture perfect pre-teen. His heart was racing and he was developing a boner like the one he had yesterday, only there was nothing he could do about it.

“Now, Mr. Scroeter,” Robert said, “I see you are nervous, so I want the two of you to get acquainted and comfortable with each other, so I‘ll leave you now and return later.”

Al didn’t know what to do, but luckily Skye did.

“Do you mind if I come sit on your lap?” She asked.

“Let’s go sit on that couch over there,” Al suggested. “it looks comfortable.”

“OK.” She replied, brightly. “ Yes.”

And they walked over to the couch and she climbed up on Al’s lap straddling his boner.

“My, you work fast.” She said with a smile.

Al didn’t want to take any credit for his erection, so he said. “No, it’s not me, it’s you. You are beautiful.”

“And, you want to fuck me,” she said with a coy smile. “Right”

“Oh, gawd, yes.” He said, sheepishly.   

She reached down to his crotch and stroked the length of his cock in his pants and asked. “Can I see it?”

“Yes,” He answered. “I guess so.”

And, with that, she unzipped his fly and released the swollen member from confinement.

“Hmmm,” she cooed, “that is nice. I can‘t wait to try this in.”

Al was about to correct her and say. On, but he understood what she meant and chuckled, instead.

“How long? 8, 9 inches?”

“Was 9 inches the last time I measured it.”

And she stroked it up and down several times to get to know it.

She put her other arm around him, still maintaining a hold on his willie and kissed him full on the mouth. It didn’t take him long to respond, kissing her back with a hard enough tongue to lick the paint off a battleship.

She moaned.

He reached down with his left hand and felt her crotch beneath tight white shorts and wasn’t surprised to find them soaking wet. He instinctively unzipped them and put his hand inside and got a surprise this time; she wasn’t wearing panties. Her hairless pussy was soaking wet and his social finger slipped right inside. His prick twitched and grew an inch, instantly. Her aroma was pure sex with a hint of “Eternity Moment” perfume by Calvin Klein. 
They were both breathing hard as their pulses raced and their tongues searched the abysses of their mouths. He moved his finger in a position to circle her clit and twirl his finger around the swollen knob, then change direction. She flinched and squeezed her legs together on the instant and gave a little whimper. Then he started rubbing her clit back and forth and up and down and she was almost to the point of begging him to fuck her, when Robert came back.

He cleared his throat and Skye and Al woke from their reverie, instantly, both sitting erect.

“Well,” Robert said, “I see you two have gotten to know each other very well. Do you think you are ready to do a scene?”

Enthusiastically, Skye said, “Yes.” and a second later, more feebly than not, Al said. “Yeah, I’ll try.”

“OK then. Go someplace, to either of your homes and study this script and be back here by eight tomorrow morning.” He said, “And, don’t be late.” And then he added, “And don’t spend all night fucking and be too tired to perform tomorrow. Good night.”

Skye went to get her purse and an overnight bag and suggested that she stay at Al’s place and practice there, if it was alright with him and he agreed right away.

They left and drove to Al’s house and went inside.

On their way home, she told him that she was 8 years old and an orphan, trying to get a place on her own and get an education and that she had been working for the TV station about 6 months. 

He said that he was a 28 year old bachelor and a confirmed pedophile, but not a child molester. He said he loved little prepubescent girls and he couldn’t hurt a fly and he said, “I could fall in love with you, very easily.” She blushed and grabbed his leg.  

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