               Little Hookers

               By: Loki925 ( M+/g+, con, inc )
      
      This story is pure fiction and does not resemble anything or anyone in 
      reality, whatever that is.    
      
    
       
     
      
      Cady was a very pretty and intelligent nine-year-old girl. She was 
      4' 2" tall and weighed 65 lbs. She had long blond hair and green 
      eyes. Cady loved two things in life, her daddy, and sucking his 
      long, fat cock and fucking him.
      
      But when it came to loving and screwing around with her daddy, 
      Cady had competition, her seven-year-old sister Sara. Sara was 
      also very pretty, but not as bright as Cady. Sara was 4 feet tall 
      with green eyes, short brown hair, and weighed 51 lbs. But Sara 
      was not Cady's real competitor for her daddy’s affections. 
     
      Cady's real competition was her daddy's job. Her daddy worked 
      very hard and often he returned home too bushed to screw her or 
      Sara. Cady and Sara had seduced their daddy about one year ago, 
      and they had been having fun with him ever since then. 
      
      Cady now had a plan to make life easier on her daddy. She was going to 
      seduce old man Johnston, but seduction was not really what she had in 
      mind. She had figured a way to make old man Johnston pay her to 
      suck his cock and fuck her.
      
      She had just learned what a hooker was, and the idea of getting 
      paid to fuck and suck cock appealed to her. Cady also had a small 
      list of the other retired old men who had looked at her as she 
      passed by on her way home from school. 
      
      John Johnston like many others in his community was retired. He 
      had bought property in this community many years ago. Later he had 
      a two-bedroom house built on the property. The land and the house 
      were all paid for. The house was meant to be the place where he 
      and his wife would live out their remaining days in comfort, but 
      his wife was stricken down by the big C, cancer, and died just a 
      short two years ago.
      
      John had lived in the house for two years and his favorite thing 
      was to sit on his porch every afternoon and watch all the pretty 
      young girls go by. At first John saw the girls as they were, 
      just little girls, but about one year ago and much to his dismay, 
      he found himself sexually attracted to the girls.
     
      He did what most men his age would do. He stopped looking and hid 
      away in the house, but the allure of the pretty little things 
      soon overcame him. He needed some outlet for his lust. At first 
      he tried the Internet, where he found many legal preteen sites. 
      
      The first sites John subscribed to were the young underwear 
      models sites, but soon he became bored with seeing little girls 
      in their panties and little tops. He wanted to see more. He 
      searched the net and soon found what he wanted, fully nude 
      preteen sites. He quickly subscribed. John knew kiddy porn was 
      illegal and he totally stayed away from that. The nude sites 
      satisfied him for awhile, but soon John wanted more; real live girls.
      
      John went back to watching little girls pass by his house on their 
      way home from the nearby elementary school. He would pull his pud 
      once a day and that was after he saw his favorite, a little girl 
      with long blond hair and glowing green eyes. 
      
     The girl always wore the shortest little skirts that with the slightest 
     breeze would fly up and reveal her little girl panties, printed with 
     different fantasy characters. He did not know the girlÂ’'s name but she 
     would wave at him as she passed by every day at between 2:15 p.m. 
     and 2:20 p.m.
      
     And here she was, not that far away. John's cock got hard with 
     anticipation. She was such a pretty little thing. “Oh my,” John 
     said, as he saw the little girl trip and fall on his lawn. John 
     quickly got off his chair and ran to the fallen girl. 
      
     Cady had practiced for this day and she was now crying real but totally 
     fake tears. 
      
     "Are you all right?" Mr. Johnston asked the fallen girl.
      
     "Boo hoo," Cady cried more fake tears. “My ankle hurts really 
     bad." Cady cried and shed more little tears. "Boo hoo."
      
     "Let me take you inside and put some ice on it."
      
     "Boo hoo, okay."
      
     John picked up the small girl making sure he did not touch her butt. 
     He took her into the house, and then walked into the kitchen. He 
     put her on one of the kitchen chairs and with the sounds of 
     "Boo hoo," he fumbled to get some ice.
      
     Mr. Johnston put a plastic baggy filled with ice on her supposedly 
     sore ankle then asked, “Does that feel better?" 
      
     "Sniffle, Boo, hoo. A little." Cady said.
      
     As John held the bag of ice to the small girl's ankle, he could 
     not help himself. He looked up the little girl's bare legs and 
     under her little short skirt. He could not see much, only the 
     joining of her small naked thighs.
      
     Knowing full well what she was doing, Cady opened her legs just 
     a little and then closed them again.  John got a brief look at 
     the little girl's panty-covered crotch. His cock jumped in his 
     pants and he almost dropped the bag of ice. 
      
     Cady saw the bulge in John’s pants. Faking some pain she asked, “Can 
     I have a drink of water?" 
      
     John's tongue felt like it was glued in his mouth but he managed to 
     stammer, "Y-ess."
      
     John was more than happy to turn around to hide his erection. He walked 
      back to the refrigerator and said, "How about a cola instead?"
      
      "Okay." Cady said in a fully fake pained voice.
      
      John still had the plastic ice bag in his hand and he put it to his 
      crotch. He stood just for a few seconds and the ice did its 
      job, shrinking his cock back to normal size. He opened 
      the refrigerator and got a can of cola. He pulled the tab on the 
      top of the can and put the can on the table.
      
      Cady took a sip of cola. John put the ice bag on the kitchen 
      table, and then sat down at the table just across from the very 
      pretty little girl.
      
      "What's your name, mister?" she asked.
      
      John was still reeling at his good fortune, having his favorite 
      little girl sitting at his table with him, but he managed to get 
      out, "John, John Johnston." 
      
      "Hi Mr. Johnston, my name is Cady Ward."
      
      "Cady, that is an unusual name. Do you know what it means?"
      
      "Oh yes, it's an American name and it means simple happiness."
      
      "Simple?" John thought, "There was nothing that was simple about this 
      beautiful little girl."
      
      "How does your ankle feel?" John asked.
      
      "Much better," Cady smiled. She knew she was well on her way 
      to getting John into her panties. But she would play it cool, 
      real cool. She wanted to get as much money as she could get 
      without putting the old guy on the poor farm.
      
      Cady looked up at the clock and said, "I better go."
      
      "Nonsense, you can't walk on that sore ankle. How about I give you 
      a lift home?"
      
       "I don't know."
      
       "You will be perfectly safe, I assure you."
      
       "Okay."
      
     John carried her out to his car and drove Cady home. She promised 
     to stop by his house tomorrow for another cola. As John drove off 
     Cady skipped with joy and went into her house. 

     When John got home he could not wait. He slammed the door closed 
     and pulled his pud right there in the hall. A few minutes later 
     John's cum shot out of his cock and landed on the  hardwood floor. 
     John cleaned up the mess and took his afternoon nap.

     The next afternoon as Cady sat across from John at the kitchen 
     table she  asked him, "Do you think I am pretty?"
      
     John almost choked on his own saliva before he said, "I think you're 
      pretty enough to be a model."

      "What's a model?" Cady questioned, knowing full well what a model was.
      
      "Someone who gets paid to have her photo taken."
      
      "How much do they get paid?"
      
      The inner John said, "Stop!" but the outer John said to him, "Go 
      boy, go!" John said to Cady, "I tell you what. I will give you 
      ten dollars if I can take some pictures of you."
      
      "Ten dollars?" Cady said but thought, "It's a good start."
      
      "Yes. You wait right there while I get my camera."
      
      Cady smiled, "Okay."
      
      John dashed into his bedroom and he quickly returned with his digital 
      camera. John gave Cady ten dollars and he started to take several 
      snapshots of her. Cady smiled as John told her how to pose.
      John's cock was again becoming a problem so he sat behind the kitchen 
      table. 
      
      That way Cady could not see the bulge rising in his pants. John's 
      camera was capable of taking twenty-five pictures before he had to 
      download them to his computer. He had already taken five. 
      Cady knew full well why John had ducked behind the table, and 
      she would take advantage of that.
      
      As John snapped the sixth photo he said to himself, "Looking at 
      little girls' photos on the net was one thing. Actually taking 
      them was another thing. What if she told someone?" But so far he 
      had done nothing illegal. Then again?
      
      "Cady, you must never tell anyone I took your pictures."
      
      "Okay." 
      
      John breathed a sigh of relief then said, "Take your shirt off."
      
      "I don't know."
      
      "I will give you twenty dollars if you take your shirt off."
      
      "Twenty dollars!" 
      
      "Yes."
      
      "Okay." Cady said, and pulled off her pink teddy-bear T-shirt, 
      baring her chest. Under the low hanging table cloth, John unzipped 
      his pants and his hard cock jumped out of his pants as he stared 
      at the girl's cute pink nipples and areolas. John took ten photos 
      of Cady's flat little chest.
 
      Then he said, "Cady, I will give you thirty dollars if you take 
      your skirt off."
      
      "You will see my undies if I do that." 
      
      "How about fifty dollars?"
      
       "Fifty dollars?"
      
       "Yes."
      
       "Okay."
      
      As if she was a little embarrassed, Cady slowly pushed her green 
      short skirt down and stepped out of it. Cady was wearing a pair 
      of pink panties with little unicorn characters and the panties 
      were one size too small for her.
      
     John saw Cady' little pussy mound outlined in her tight panties that 
     clung to her little crack. It was all John could take, and he 
     grunted as his cum sprayed the table cloth. He calmed down and 
     snapped off the last photos, and then he told Cady to get dressed.
      
     Cady heard John's grunt and smiled. She knew the old guy must have 
     cum. John asked Cady if she needed a ride home and he breathed a sigh 
     of relief when she said no. He then asked her to come by tomorrow, 
     but she said she had to help her dad. She could not come by until 
     next Monday afternoon. 
     
     John was disappointed, but what could he do? 
      
     Cady counted her money. She had eighty dollars. "Wow!" she thought, 
     and she had not even taken off her panties. If her skirt was 
     worth fifty, then her panties must be worth one hundred dollars. 
     Now all she had do was figure how much she would charge John for a 
     hand job, a fuck, and a suck. 
      
     Perhaps she thought, she should divide the three and have one price 
     for each. Now that really sounded like a good Idea. Tomorrow she 
     would start working on old man Thomas too.
      
     John sat on his porch and he had to watch from Tuesday through 
     Friday as little Cady just waved and walked on by. He felt that he 
     had spoiled the kid by giving her so much money. He was surprised 
     that she didn't stop at his place to get more easy money. He 
     wondered if Cady was having qualms about accepting money from him 
     to pose nearly naked. "She really is such an innocent little girl," 
     he thought. 
      
     For Cady, Don Thomas and Mike Smith worked out just like John Johnston. 
     Cady now had two hundred and forty dollars in a metal box, which 
     she had hidden in the basement. The only problem she had was that 
     she still had three more names on her list. 
      
     It was early Saturday morning and Cady's daddy would not be home until 
     noon. Saturdays and Sundays were Cady's favorite days. They were daddy 
     fuck and suck days and she was looking forward to that, but she 
     needed to convince Sara to join her in her little endeavor. She 
     figured if they teamed up they could get more money sooner.
      
     Cady got out of her bed and woke up Sara. Cady told Sara her plan. At 
     first Sara was shocked that Cady was asking her to fuck someone 
     other than her daddy. 
      
     Then Cady said, "You like to cum, right?"
      
      "Yes." Sara answered.
      
      "You love daddy, right?" 
      
      "Yes."
       
      "So what's wrong with having lots of cums and helping daddy at the 
      same time?"
      
      "Nothing, I guess."
      
      "Good. Now let's have breakfast."
      
      As the two girls ate, Cady told Sara the rest of her plan. Sara 
      agreed to practice and to do everything Cady had said, but she 
      wanted something to seal their bargain. Sara demanded to be fucked 
      by daddy the first and third times on Saturdays and Sundays. 
      Cady agreed. 
      
      Later that day:
    
      Sara's daddy, Sam, was lying on his bed and his long fat cock 
      was standing straight up. Sara jumped onto the bed and stood over 
      his cock. She looked down at her daddy's smiling face and she 
      squatted over his cock. She placed her small hand around her 
      daddy's cock.
      
      Slowly she lowered herself down and worked her daddy's cock into her 
      small, hot, wet little pussy hole. Sara loved this part. She loved 
      the way his cock penetrated her pussy. Sam still could not 
      understand how he had got himself into this position, fucking with 
      his daughters, but he had no regrets as he watched little Sara's 
      pussy inch down on his cock. 
      
      Cady watched and wondered how John's cock would feel in her 
      little pussy. And then there was Dom, Mike, and the three other 
      old guys she had started with. "Yes," Cady thought, "this is going 
      to be a fun way to help my dear daddy." 
      
      Sara put her head on her daddy's chest and started to move her 
      little pussy up and down on her daddy's long cock. She still was 
      not sure about fucking other guys. But if it meant that she would 
      cum more and help her daddy too, well, she could live with that.
      
      "Oh daddy, I love you!" Sara said.
      
      Sam wrapped his arms around his daughter and said, "Sara, I love you."
      
      "Oh, Oh Da ---ddy!" Sara cried as she had her second cum.
      
      Sam put his hands on Sara's slim still little girlish hips, and 
      helped her move up and down on his cock. He had been surprised 
      when little Sara had begged him to fuck her like he did her big 
      sister Cady. She struggled to take him inside at first, but she 
      proved to him that vaginas are very stretchy. Yet she was very 
      tight too.
      
      Cady fondled her daddy's heavy balls and was just a little sad 
      she would not get his first load of cum. But his second and 
      fourth later tonight would do her just fine.
      
      Sara felt her daddy's cock get fatter and she too was ready to 
      cum. Sam pulled Sara's hips down and he lodged his cock against 
      her small cervix. With an inch of his cock still to go he blasted 
      a huge load of cum into Sara's little pussy.
   
      Sara felt her daddy's hot blast and shrieked, "Da---ddy!" Sam 
      was delighted that his seven-year-old daughter was able to 
      have orgasms and cum like a woman.

       
      Chapter 2:
      
      Sara's pussy felt so good filled with her daddy's cum still 
      deep inside her. She wished she could keep his cum inside her 
      pussy forever, but it always seemed to leak out of her little pussy.

      She hugged his chest and wished his cock could stay hard 
      forever. Still it was lots of fun playing with his soft cock, 
      kissing and licking it, so it would get hard. She gave her daddy 
      one last hug, and then eased her pussy off of his now soft cock. 

      Sara and Cady each took one of their daddy's balls into their 
      hands and started to lick his cock. Cady licked one side of 
      her daddy's soft cock and Sara licked the other. Cady loved the 
      way her sister's pussy juices, her daddy's cum, and his cock 
      tasted all mixed together. To her it was better than licking a 
      double-dip chocolate ice-cream cone. 

      Sam looked at his two daughters' cute little faces as their 
      little tongues licked up and down his limp cock. He loved 
      watching them work on his cock. 

      
      Cady licked her way up her daddy's soft cock, and then she started 
      to lick the grainy fat head of his now hardening member. She 
      licked his little slit. She opened her mouth as wide as she could 
      and put the fat head of her daddy's cock into her mouth. She knew 
      some day she would be able to suck all of her daddy's cock, and 
      could hardly wait for that day to arrive. 
      
      Sara put her ear to her sister's ear and licked the base of 
      her Daddy's cock. As Sara licked, she gently played with both of 
      his balls. Sara loved to play with her daddy's balls. She 
      always thought it was something else to see them roll about in 
      her daddy's sack. She placed soft, small little kisses on each of 
      her daddy's balls.
      
      When his cock got really hard Cady pulled on it, urging her daddy 
      to get up. Sam kneeled on the large king size bed. Cady lay on the 
      bed and spread her legs as wide as she could. 
      
      She loved the way her daddy's body looked. He had a nice flat 
      belly and a not too hairy chest. Sam turned around and 
      straddled Cady's small frame. He put his lips to his daughter's lips.
      
      Cady opened her mouth and her daddy's tongue slipped into her 
      small mouth. His tongue filled all of her small mouth. Cady put 
      her legs straight up and waited for her daddy's cock to stuff 
      her pussy. Sam placed the tip of his cock to Cady's small opening. 
      He rubbed the fat head of his cock up and down her little 
      crack, separating her small pussy lips.
      
      Sam did not know why he enjoyed fucking his two preteen daughters 
      so much. Maybe it was their hairless little pussies, or their 
      flat chests. Then again the reason could be just because it was 
      so forbidden. 
      
      He just wished he had more time to enjoy his two incestuous 
      daughters' charms, but in six months he would be promoted to 
      lead supervisor at his job as an airline mechanic, which was 
      a remarkable achievement for a twenty-seven year old. It would 
      mean more responsibility and a lot more pay. With the extra pay 
      he would not have to work overtime any more. He would have a lot 
      more time to enjoy his two very pretty daughters' sexual charms.
      
      Sam slowly pushed the head of his cock into Cady's hairless pussy. 
      Cady felt the fat tip of her daddy's cock enter her pussy, and 
      she pushed her butt up forcing more of her daddy's cock into her 
      small pussy. Sam pulled his tongue out of his daughter's mouth. He 
      put his palms flat on the bed.
        
      Cady waited and soon felt her daddy's cock going in and out of 
      her pussy. She felt her daddy's arms go around her small head. 
      She pulled her legs up and held the back of her thighs, making 
      her pussy a perfect target for her daddy's big cock. Then she felt 
      her daddy's cock slowly fuck all the way in, then out of her 
      pussy. She felt his balls kiss her butt with each stroke of his cock. 
      
      Sara fondled her daddy's balls and watched his cock stroke in and 
      out of her sister's pussy. There was just enough room for her head 
      to fit between her daddy's strong legs. She shimmied her head 
      between his legs. She looked up and saw her daddy's cock 
      thrusting in and out of Cady's pussy. She reached her small hands 
      up and fondled her daddy's large balls. 

      Cady rocked her butt and fucked her daddy's cock back. Cady's 
      pussy was getting wet and super hot. She squeezed her pussy 
      muscles like she had to pee, and on the very next stroke of 
      her daddy's cock her pussy exploded, and she shrieked as her pussy 
      had cum after cum. 
      
      Sam felt Cady's orgasms and he thrust his cock all the way into her 
      spasm-wracked pussy. With the head of his cock wedged against Cady's 
      cervix, his cock pumped cum into her little womb. 
      
      At John Johnston's house:
      
      It was Sunday evening and John Johnston was sitting at the 
      kitchen table staring at his now up-graded digital camera. 
      From Tuesday to Saturday he had pulled his pud looking at the 
      pictures on his computer that he had taken of Cady Ward. He saw 
      the embarrassment on her face as she took off her skirt, and now 
      he wanted her to pose for him totally naked.
      
      "What am I doing?" he thought. "I am buying a little 
      girl's innocence. What nine-year-old little girl could refuse 
      the amount of money I offered Cady? What does that make me? It 
      makes me a sixty-five year old crud. No, I can't do this," he said 
      and picked up his camera. John was about to smash the camera onto 
      the kitchen floor, but he stopped.
      
      He knew from his membership at one of the many naked preteen sites 
      on the net, he had already bought a piece of many little 
      girls' innocence. At first he saw the pictures on his computer 
      screen as just pixels, something to look at and pull his pud. Now 
      he knew they were real little girls, just like Cady was.
      
      John drew a line in concrete. He would not ask Cady to pose in 
      the nude. He did not want to buy any more of her little innocence 
      than he already had. 
      
      Neither at the same time nor in the same way Don Thomas and Mike Smith 
      drew the same line, as they independently determined not to 
      take advantage of young Cady.
      
      At Cady's house:
      
      It was 7:00 a.m. Monday morning. Cady had just kissed her 
      daddy goodbye. She went back to the bedroom that she and her 
      sister Sara shared. Cady woke up her sister. Sara griped a bit but 
      got up, then sleepily went into the bathroom. Cady rummaged 
      through her panty drawer and found the ones she was looking for. 
      The white cotton panties were very thin and almost worn out. 
      
      Cady put her almost worn out panties on. She looked into the 
      mirror and saw that the panties barely covered her pussy. They 
      were perfect for what she had in mind. Cady put on a powder-blue 
      short skirt and matching top, and then she ate some breakfast. 
      When she was done, she walked out her front door.
      
      As Cady walked out the front door to her home, she wondered if 
      she really could let some other man put his cock into her pussy. 
      She knew it would feel good, but it would not be the same as 
      her daddy's cock. She loved her daddy, and she knew that she 
      felt little for the men she had stripped half naked for. 
      
      Would she lose something by letting someone other than daddy fuck 
      her? She had looked at other men she thought she would like to 
      fuck. But they were only thoughts. Today she would most likely 
      lose her panties and that gave her some time to think about her 
      new feelings. 
      
      Sara Ward's first meeting:
      
      George Cook was waiting for his favorite little girl to walk by 
      his porch. George loved watching the little girls walk by on their 
      way home from the grade school that was nearby. George always had 
      a thing for little girls, but he had never acted on his 
      lustful desires. 
      
      Instead he got married to his high school sweetheart, Mary 
      Smith. George and Mary wanted to have children, but both he and 
      Mary had some bad internal plumbing. George and Mary had a great 
      sex life, even up to the day five years ago, when Mary was killed in 
      a car wreck. George was seventy-one now and he was plagued with 
      the normal things age does to one's body. 
      
      Due to the medication, George thought his cock had gone into 
      a permanent soft state. But about eight months ago as he was 
      watching this green-eyed, blond-haired little girl wave and walk 
      by his porch, his cock mysteriously came back to life. 
      
      George waited for the beautiful little girl to pass by. Then he 
      went into his house and quickly jerked off, relieving his hard 
      cock. After that, every weekday for the next eight months George 
      would wait on his porch for the green-eyed little girl to wave 
      and pass by.
      
      George knew he was smitten by the little girl's beauty, but he 
      would never dare to approach such a young girl. Instead he 
      became content to watch her in her little short dresses and 
      skirts that would always flow up with the slightest breeze. Every 
      day after she passed by, he would go back into his house and jerk 
      off to relieve his newly found hard cock. 
     
      There were two other little girls who passed by his porch, but 
      while they were cute they were little dogs compared to his green-
      eyed beauty. She would always pass by at the same time of day, 
      but then she missed an entire week. 
      
      George thought that she might be sick and he fretted about his little 
      green-eyed beauty. Perhaps she was taking a different route home from 
      school. After she had not appeared for five days, he was 
      devastated. What was he going to do if she had moved away? The 
      other little girls didn't give him erections.
   
      George sat in his rocking chair looking up the block for his little 
      green-eyed beauty to appear. The two little dogs passed by. George, 
      believing he would never again see his green-eyed beauty was about 
      to go back into his house, when his eyes fell upon a new little 
      girl he had never seen before. 
      
      He could see she had brown hair and even though she was still a 
      block and a half away she looked radiant. George sat back down in 
      his rocking chair and watched the little girl approach. She 
      looked younger than his green-eyed beauty. 
    
      George put his glasses back on. The girl was dressed in a very 
      short pink dress. She was very close now and he could see she too 
      had green eyes. The little girl was seven, maybe eight years old 
      and she was beautiful. She put up her little arm and waved at 
      him. George's cock jumped in his pants. The little girl smiled 
      and walked on by. George hurried back into his house and 
      quickly jerked off. He was ecstatic. He had found a new little 
      girl to fantasize about. 
      
      Sara Ward looked back to make sure the old guy had gone into 
      his house. When he had she smiled, and went to the next house 
      her sister had told her about. 
      
      At John Johnston's house:
      
     "Why do you need more pictures?" Cady asked, sitting at the
     kitchen table. John knew he had been right when he thought Cady
     was having second thoughts about having her pictures taken, but he 
     was not going to let that stand in his way.
      
     "Cady," he said, "Models have their pictures taken all the time."
      
     "They do?" Cady questioned, knowing full well what she was doing.
      
     "Yes. I tell you what, you take off your top and shirt and I will 
     give you one hundred dollars."
      
     "One hundred dollars?" 
      
     "Yes. Here you go," John said, and gave Cady a brand new one-hundred 
     dollar bill.
      
     "Okay."
      
     Cady removed her powder blue shirt and again with some embarrassment    
     she slowly pushed down her powder blue short skirt. 
      
     John who had his camera ready almost dropped it when he saw Cady's 
     panties. The material was so thin it was as if Cady was wearing shear 
     see-through silk. He could see every inch of her small, hairless pussy 
     mound and her little crack that had a nice little right hook. 
      
     It was more than John's lust-filled mind could stand. The concrete line 
     disappeared and crumbled to dust. The thin panties only made him want 
     to see the girl completely naked. He reached into his wallet and took
     out another hundred-dollar bill.
      
     "Cady, take off your panties." 
      
     “Oh I could not do that, you will see me naked."
      
     "I will give you one hundred dollars if you take your panties off."
     John said and put the hundred-dollar bill on the table.

     Cady fidgeted then said a soft, "Okay."
     
     Cady slowly pulled her panties down, and when they hit the kitchen 
     floor she faked nervousness. 
     
     As soon as John saw Cady totally naked he grunted and shot cum into the 
     table cloth. John still had fifty photos to take. But he wanted Cady 
     to relax and said, "Relax Cady, it will be okay." 
      
     Cady put on a good act and started to slowly relax. John snapped off 
     twenty five quick pictures and he was startled when his cock got    
     hard again. That happened when he got the girl to spread her legs 
     wide, and her little vagina gaped open at him. 

     It was then that he decided to buy all of Cady's little innocence. 
     He was going to fuck this little beautiful girl, but at this moment 
     he didn't know how he was going to accomplish that.
      
     When he was done taking the pictures, he was again glad Cady did 
     not need a ride. But he was once again disappointed, as he would 
     not have Cady alone in his house until next Monday. As Cady dressed 
     and walked out his door, John was again filled with emotional conflict.
      
     Could he take her virginity? Should he take her virginity? It was a lot 
     for the sixty-five year old man to digest.
      
     Later at Cady's house:

     Cady and Sara were in their bedroom. Sara had just told Cady that all 
     three men had gone back into their houses. Cady showed Sara the six 
     one-hundred dollar bills. Sara had never seen so much money. She 
     was shocked and asked, "All you had to do was take off your clothes?"
      
     "Yes."
      
     "How did it feel being naked?"
      
     “Strange at first, but after a minute or two I felt fine." 
      
     "Do you really think he will pay to fuck you?"
      
     "I am sure he will." Cady said but was still not totally sure she 
     wanted to. What she needed was someone to talk to. Someone like her 
     daddy, but she was not sure he would understand at all. 
      
     "Now let me see you cry." Cady said.
      
     "Okay." Sara said and went into her little act.
      
     After Sara finished her act, Cady tested her to see if Sara remembered 
     everything she had told her. 
      
     The girls had a snack. Cady helped Sara with her home work. After 
     Sara was done she watched TV. Cady finished her home work in less 
     than ten minutes, but she sat at her desk and thought about the first 
     time she had fucked her daddy.
      
     She was just eight, her mom had been dead for three years, and they 
     were living in a very old house that only had one bathroom. It was 
     a Saturday and she was outside playing when she had to pee really 
     badly. She ran into the house and into the bathroom. Her daddy was 
     in the shower when she sat on the toilet. She was wiping herself 
     when she heard her daddy making strange noises in the shower. She 
     quickly pulled up her shorts and panties.
      
     Thinking something was wrong with her daddy she opened the shower 
     curtain. Her daddy was standing there with his hand on a thing 
     between his legs. The thing looked really big and swollen. 
      
     She was afraid for her daddy and said, "Daddy, are you okay?"

     Her daddy looked really shocked and turned around. The thing was  
     pointing straight at her. Then all of a sudden white stuff came out 
     of the thing and it sprayed her face. At first it looked like her 
     daddy was really angry, but he took a washcloth and wiped her face. 
      
     Then he said, "Cady, go to my bedroom. I need to talk to you."
 
     As she waited for her daddy Cady still thought she was in some kind of 
     trouble, but when her daddy walked in with a smile on his face she was 
     relieved. Her daddy told her about how boys had penises or cocks, and 
     girls had vaginas or pussies. 
      
     He told her all about babies and sex, and then he explained the reason  
     he needed to jerk off. She listened to it all and it was then and 
     there she decided to help her daddy relieve the soreness he would 
     have every so often. She would let her daddy use her pussy to get rid 
     of the stored-up cum in his balls.
      
     That night after Sara was asleep Cady walked into her daddy's bedroom
     and said, "Daddy, let's have sex."
      
     Her daddy explained how wrong it was for him to fuck her and that there 
     were laws about fucking girls under sixteen. 
      
     She did not care. Her daddy needed help and she was going to help him.
     She put her hand on her daddy's soft cock and said, "Daddy, I love you
     and I want to help you get rid of the stored-up cum in your balls." 
      
     Cady helped her daddy two times that night, but the third one was the  
     best. It was the first time her daddy put his big cock into her pussy. 
     She had already had three cums herself from daddy masturbating her, 
     but when her daddy fired his cum deep in her pussy, she had her best 
     cum of the night.
      
     Again she wondered if it would be the same when another man fucked her. 
     She guessed that Monday she would find out. It was then that she 
     figured Mr. Johnston would try to fuck her.
      
     Cady thought she might get more money if he thought she was a virgin.
     She had it all figured out how to make Mr. Johnston believe she still 
     had a hymen.
      
     On Sunday she would fill a small eye dropper with some of her own blood 
     mixed with water, and just before Mr. Johnston fucked her she would 
     make an excuse that she had to pee. Cady smiled as she thought about 
     fucking the old man for money.      
       
      
     Chapter 3:       
      
     For John Johnston it was beyond torture to watch Cady wave and pass 
     by his house on Tuesday and Wednesday. On Thursday he almost jumped 
     out of his chair. On Friday he was breathing so hard he thought he 
     was having a heart attack. He was thankful for the relief that 
     Saturday brought.
 
     While Saturday was a relief, it gave him more mental anguish. He was 
     sixty-five years old and Cady was just nine. That meant he was old 
     enough to be Cady's grandfather if not her great-grandfather. Old 
     men like him just did not fuck nine-year-old little girls. Yet it 
     was the thing he wanted to do more than life itself.

     Well, if he was going to do this he had better get ready. He went 
     to his bedroom and turned on his computer. He set off the files and 
     the short movie clips he thought he would need in order to convince 
     Cady to let him fuck her. Then he sat there for some time before 
     he clicked save.

     Sunday night at Cady's house:

     Sara was already sleeping with her head on her daddy's tummy. Cady 
     had her head on her daddy's chest. Cady wanted to ask her daddy 
     some questions or maybe even tell him what she was about to do, but 
     all she could get out was, "Daddy, I love you so much."

     "Cady, I love you very much.” he replied. Cady looked at the band-
     aid on her finger. It  covered the small cut she had given herself 
     for the blood she needed for her plan.
 
     Monday at Cady's school:

     "Cady, Cady Ward," Mrs. Brown, Cady's teacher said for the second time.

     Cady came out of her thought-induced stupor and said, "Yes?"

     "Cady, are you feeling okay? Maybe you should see the nurse."

     "I am fine, Mrs. Brown."

     "Okay, then would you come up and do the problem on the board?"

      Cady looked at the problem then said, "The answer is X=2."

      "Yes, now can you show the rest of the class how you got your answer."
      Mrs. Brown knew sometimes Cady got bored with classes, but there was 
      little she could do for her. Cady was already a full grade ahead 
      and was in the most advanced classes the grade school had to offer.
 
      Cady looked up at the clock and was glad, but appreciative that 
      this was her last class for the day. Cady got out of school and 
      waited for Sara. Cady wanted to make sure Sara was ready. The two  
      sisters met and Sara assured Cady she was more than ready. Cady 
      started to walk her normal route home.
 
      At John Johnston's house:

      John had everything ready. Now all he had to do was wait another 
      five short minutes for little Cady to arrive. When John saw Cady 
      just one block away his cock almost jumped out of his pants. He 
      tried his best to cool down and barely managed it.

      He invited Cady into the house. Cady walked into the kitchen and 
      sat down. But as she sat down she was somewhat surprised that the 
      camera was not on the kitchen table.

      "Did you have a nice weekend?" he asked.

      "Yes." she replied.

      "Cady, I would like to show you some pictures of the highest paid 
      models."

      "Okay."

      "Follow me." Cady followed John into his bedroom. In the bedroom 
      she saw the camera and it was set up on a tripod facing the bed.
 
      "Sit over here," John said pointing to a chair that faced a 
      computer screen. Cady sat down.

      "Cady, do you know the difference between boys and girls?"

      "Oh yes, my dad told me boys have penises, and girls have vaginas."

      "That's right. Have you ever seen a penis?"

      "No."

      "Would you like to see one?"

      "I guess."
 
      John clicked the mouse and the computer screen flashed back to life.
      On the screen was a picture of a naked eighteen-year-old boy. Cady 
      showed some fake curiosity as she looked at the boy's soft cock. 
      John clicked the mouse again and the same boy was displayed, only 
      now his cock was hard.

      "What happened to him?"

      "That is what happens to boys, when they know they are going to 
      have their pictures taken with girls."

      "Why does it get that way?" Cady asked even though she knew the answer.

      "Because the boy's penis is happy."

      "Why is it happy?" Cady continued to play along.

      "Would you like to see why?"
      
      "Okay."

      John clicked the mouse and the same boy had his penis half inserted 
      into an eighteen- year-old girl's vagina. Showing more fake interest, 
      Cady stared at the screen.
 
      "You see Cady, the boy's penis is happy because it is having its 
      picture taken inside a girl's vagina."

      "Is the girl's vagina happy too?"

      "Oh yes, very happy. Would you like to see more?"

      "I guess." John continued the show. It showed the boy and girl in 
      several positions and then had a short clip of the boy's penis 
      sliding back and forth in the girl's vagina. 

      When the short show was over John asked, "Would you like to try that?"

      "I donÂ’t know. That penis looked really big."

      "The camera always makes things look bigger than they are. Would you
      like to see my penis?"

      "I don't know." Cady said and continued to play along.

      John's cock was already getting hard, so he dropped the next thing 
      on his list that he had in mind. Instead he said, "Cady, if you will 
      pose with me like the couple in the show I will give you five 
      hundred dollars."

      "Five hundred dollars?"

      "Yes," John said. He took five one-hundred dollar bills out of 
      his pocket and placed them into Cady's small hand.

      "Are you sure it won't hurt?"

      "Well because you are a virgin the first time will hurt a little 
      but after that it will feel really good."

      "What's a virgin?" Cady asked, still playing her little game.

      "A girl who has never had a penis inside her vagina."

      "Oh." Cady said.

      John could see that Cady was having second thoughts but he was not
      going to let her slip away, especially when he was so close. "Cady," 
      he said, "because you are a virgin, I will give you one thousand 
      dollars for the first time you pose with me."

      Cady was truly stunned. She never thought she would get that much 
      money. She had to calm down before she answered, "Okay." in a soft 
      nervous voice.

      "I have her. I truly have myself a beautiful little nine-year-old 
      virgin to fuck." he thought. Then John said, "Take off all your 
      clothing and lie down on the bed."

      "Can I pee first?"

      "Sure. And while you're in the bathroom put some of this on your 
      vagina," John said, as he handed Cady a small tube of KY jelly.

      "What's this?"

      "It will make it easier for my penis to go into your vagina."

      "Oh." Cady said and went into the bathroom. She closed the bathroom 
      door then pulled down her panties. Cady removed the eye dropper 
      from the pocket in her short blue jean skirt.  She pulled her skirt 
      up to her slim waist. She removed tape from the  top of the eye  
      dropper and carefully put it on the sink. She opened the tube of KY 
      jelly and squirted  some on to her fingers. She rubbed the slick 
      substance up and down her little slit. 

      When her pussy was nice and slick, she took the eye dropper and 
      pushed it into her little hairless pussy. She squeezed the rubber 
      bulb of the eye dropper, injecting the blood and water mixture 
      deep into her pussy. She pulled her panties up and her skirt down. 
      She sighed and left the bathroom. As she walked into John's bedroom 
      she had no problem pretending that she was nervous.
 
      John could see Cady was nervous so he said, "Relax Cady, this 
      happens all the time."

      Cady slowly took off her top, skirt and panties. Cady slipped onto 
      the bed naked and watched the old guy strip. When John had his 
      clothing off Cady noticed how old he really was. She also noticed 
      that his erect cock was nowhere near as big as her daddy's. 

      John adjusted the camera and set the auto timer for two minute 
      intervals. He lay down next to Cady and put his hand on her flat 
      little nipple. Tweaking the little bud it occurred to him that he 
      was about to fuck a girl so young that she didn't have her tits 
      growing yet. 

      He again told Cady to relax. Cady knew it would happen soon, but 
      she had already decided to let John fuck her. The camera took the 
      first picture.
 
      "Cady, open your legs." Slowly Cady opened her legs. 

      John got between Cady's slim legs. He looked down at his hard-won 
      prize. He wanted to  kiss her, but he thought he better not. He 
      placed his hard cock against Cady's small, hairless pussy. Cady 
      tried to look scared. John pushed the tip of his cock against 
      the narrow lips of Cady's greased pussy. He waited for the camera 
      to click two more shots.
 
      After the camera clicked he said, "Are you ready Cady, to make 
      my penis and your vagina happy?"

      "I guess."

      John pushed the tip of his penis into Cady's tight hairless vagina.  
      Cady squeezed her pussy as hard as she could. John could not get 
      over how tight Cady was. He  arched his old ass and thrust the 
      entire length of his cock into Cady's vagina.

      "Take it out! IT HURTS! TAKE IT OUT!!" Cady screeched with fake 
      pain and struggles.

      John almost wept for Cady but he said, "Try to relax, it will 
      feel better." Cady could feel John's strange cock wedge into 
      her pussy. All she could think of was, "Well that's not daddy's 
      cock, that's for sure."

      Once more she cried some more fake tears and said, "Please take it
      out." At this point, even if he wanted to there was no way John 
      was going to take his cock out of his bought-and-paid-for little cunt. 

      Once again he said, "Relax Cady, try to relax."
 
      John looked back at the camera and it was in perfect alignment to 
      show his cock buried deep inside Cady's hairless little pussy. He 
      no longer could wait for Cady to relax. He knew that once would not 
      be enough. He would want her to come back often, so he could fuck 
      her again and again.

      Cady worked her pussy squeezing John's cock. It was not that his 
      cock felt badly, buried in her pussy, but it did not feel as good 
      as she thought it would. What her pussy really felt was numb. 
      "Well" she thought, "I am getting one thousand dollars and that 
      will be good enough."

      John could take no more and he pulled his cock back to the fat tip. He 
      looked down and smiled when he saw his cock was slathered with blood.  
      He held it there for one camera click, then slowly pushed his cock 
      back into Cady's tight, no-longer-virgin pussy.

      "Do you feel better now?" he asked.

      "Just a little." But what Cady really thought was, "Come on, old man. 
      Cum, so I can go home."

      John started to fuck Cady harder. Cady winced just to make the old man 
      feel guilty. Even if it did not feel good when the old man fucked 
      her, it did not feel bad. It just felt like something going in and 
      out of her well-fucked-by-daddy's pussy.

      "Yep," Cady thought, "My pussy belongs to daddy. These old men are 
      just renting it, like the carpet cleaner my daddy sometimes rents." 
      Yes it was a good thing she did not cum. She could always fake that 
      too. After all she did have her daddy's cock to make her pussy happy.

      "I feel better now, Mr. Johnston."

      "Good Cady, because my penis is going to show your vagina how happy 
      it is."

      "I don’t understand." Cady said, faking it.

      "My penis is going to shoot happy liquid into your vagina."

      "Okay."

      John stuffed his cock balls-deep into Cady's tight pussy. His cock 
      pumped his sixty-five year old cum into Cady's tight nine-year-old 
      little pussy. John wanted to fuck Cady again, but she said she had 
      to get home. Cady quickly dressed. She had two more old guys that 
      she was pretty sure would want to rent her pussy today.
 
      She left and told John she could not return until next Monday. 
      John was sad, but he also knew that at five hundred dollars a fuck,
      four times a month was twenty-four thousand dollars a year. At that 
      rate he could only afford Cady for two years at most. "I shouldn't 
      have paid her so much." he thought.

      Cady fucked Don Thomas and Mike Smith and got one thousand dollars
      from each of them. Again she faked being a virgin. The men were 
      surprised that she expected so much money but they paid it. She 
      walked home with three old men's cum loads leaking out of her small 
      pussy, and three thousand dollars tucked tightly in her skirt pocket.

      When Cady arrived home Sara asked, "Well, did they fuck you?"

      "Yes."

      "Did you cum a lot?"

      "No."

      "Then I am not going to let any one fuck me except daddy."

      "You will when I show you how much money I got."

      "How much did you get?"

      "Let's go in the house and I will show you." Sara and Cady went 
      into the house and into their bedroom. Cady took out her pile of 
      hundreds and dropped them on the bed.

      "We're rich, we're rich!" Sara jumped for joy. Cady explained 
      that three thousand dollars was not really rich. Sara was of course 
      disappointed. But then they were just getting started. They might 
      get truly rich in time.
 
      Then Cady told Sara it was better not to cum when the old men fucked 
      her. At first Sara did not understand. Cady further explained that 
      the old men were just renting her pussy, and it would be a lot better 
      for both of them to cum on daddy's cock only.

      Sara loved her daddy and really enjoyed cumming on his cock. So 
      she said, "Yeah, I can do that."
 
      That Saturday as Cady's pussy was filled with her daddy's hard cock, 
      Cady knew she was right about the old men renting her pussy. Her 
      daddy's cock felt like it was at home in her little stuffed pussy. 
      She could feel every inch of her daddy's hard cock and she had cum 
      after cum on her loving daddy'Â’s big cock. And when her Daddy shot 
      a huge load of cum deep into her inner chamber, she almost passed 
      out with her own orgasm.
      
      
      Chapter 4:    
            
      
      It was Thursday and Cady waited just around the corner from George 
      Cook's house. Her sister Sara was inside with George. This was the 
      day that Sara had told Cady she believed old George would probably 
      fuck her. Cady was very protective of her little sister, and she 
      was there just in case something went wrong with Sara's first 
      pussy rental.

      Just last Thursday Sara told Cady, George had paid her two hundred 
      dollars to strip nude. George had told Sara that she was prettier 
      than a ballerina. He used that to convince little seven-year-old 
      Sara to take off her clothing, so he could photograph the future 
      great, nude royal ballerina. Cady of course told her sister that 
      his line was all a bunch of baloney.
 
      George had already showed Sara the great penis and vagina dance, 
      and he was waiting for little seven-year-old Sara to come out of 
      the bathroom. Being only seven Sara was a lot more apprehensive 
      than Cady about letting an old man like Mr. Cook fuck her. But as 
      she pulled up her panties, Sara thought about the ten one hundred 
      dollar bills that George had given her to rent her pussy.
 
      Sara was ready now. She had the blood and water mixture deep in 
      her little pussy, and it was all greased up with the gunk George 
      had told her to put on her pussy. She sighed, opened the bathroom 
      door and walked into Mr. Cook's bedroom.

      Mr. Cook greeted Sara with a smile, then said, "Sara, take off your 
      clothes and lie down on the bed." For George, watching beautiful  
      little seven-year-old Sara undress was a long delayed desire come true.
 
      Sara slowly unbuttoned her short blue dress. When she was done she 
      slipped out of the dress and stood there in her blue panties printed 
      with gold stars. She hooked her thumbs at the side of the panties 
      and slowly pushed them down off her round little butt and down to 
      her ankles. She stepped out of her panties and got onto the bed.
 
      As Sara watched the old man undress, she did not have to fake 
      nervousness. As George pulled down his white boxer shorts, Sara had 
      to grit her teeth to keep from laughing at the old man's small cock. 

      George's cock was skinnier and shorter than a small hot dog and it 
      was not even totally stiff. Still as he looked at the pretty little 
      seven-year-old now lying before him naked on the bed, letting him 
      look at her cute girl crack, his cock managed to stiffen up more.

      George checked the focus on the video camera and made sure it was 
      plugged into the wall. He slid onto the bed right next to little Sara. 
      He rubbed Sara's flat little breast, then said, "Sara, open your legs."
      George took blood pressure medicine that combined with the other 
      prescriptions he took, kept his cock from getting totally stiff, but
      it did get hard enough for him to jerk-off.

      "Sara, are you ready for the penis and vagina dance?" George asked.

      "I guess so, Mr. Cook." Sara said, trying to keep a straight face.

      George placed his half-stiff; half-limp cock against Sara's little 
      hairless pussy. He tried to push his cock into Sara's very tight 
      pussy, but he was not having much success. He placed his hand on 
      his cock and pushed the head of the cock into Sara's hairless 
      seven-year-old pussy.

      Sara barely felt the old man's short penetration. She knew she had 
      to wait until he had it all in before she would scream. George pushed 
      and pushed his cock into Sara's pussy, then finally it sank all the 
      way in.

      Sara faking, screamed, "STOP! TAKE IT OUT! IT HURTS!!"

      "There, there, it will be alright, Sara." George said, proud to have 
      penetrated her vagina. Still he had never fucked such a little girl 
      before and he was afraid he might hurt her.

      "Please take it out!" Sara fakingly cried. Like the other three old 
      men who had fucked Cady, there was no way George was going to take 
      his cock out of Sara's super-tight pussy. He was determined to fuck 
      the child, even if he did hurt her a little.

      George felt his cock get a little stiffer, thanks to the caress of her 
      snug little vagina. He pulled it back to the tip. He looked down at
      his cock and saw Sara's fake hymen blood. The old man smiled. He 
      started to stroke his cock in and back out of Sara's tight pussy. 
      George groaned, he had never felt such a tight pussy.

      Sara felt the old man's cock going in and out of her pussy. At first
      she was a little surprised it was not turning her on. But she knew 
      that was a good thing too. It was just like her sister Cady told her, 
      the old men were just renting her pussy. Sara wanted to smile, but 
      she had to continue her little act.
 
      "Does it feel better now?" George asked.

      "Just a little."
 
      “Good, because my penis is ready to give you some royal jelly."

      "Huh?" Sara said. She thought to herself, "That is a really dumb 
      name for cum."

      "It's part of the dance. The boy's penis shoots some royal jelly 
      into the girl's vagina."

      "Okay, I guess."

      George's cock got hard for an instant, and he squirted his royal jelly 
      into his little ballerina's tight pussy. George wanted to fuck Sara 
      again, but he knew there was no way he would ever get hard enough.

      Sara quickly dressed and stuffed the money into a pink purse Cady had 
      bought her. She told Mr. Cook she would be back next Thursday. Sara 
      hurried out the door and met Cady who was waiting for her just around  
      the corner. Sara told Cady how small Mr. Cook's cock was, and the two 
      girls giggled all the way to Sara's next pussy rental stop.

      Monday one month later:

      One month had passed and Cady and Sara had amassed the tidy sum of 
      $10,000.23, after expenses. All of the men except John Johnston were
      happy to pay the girls $500 for a once-a-week fucking.
 
      Cady, who was working on a new Thursday pussy rental appointment, had 
      turned down Mr. Johnston's offer of one hundred dollars to take more 
      penis-into-vagina photos. This made John angry. He wanted to fuck Cady 
      every day and not just on Mondays, but he could not afford to pay her 
      $500 a day.

      John was a retired lawyer and he knew that at this point Cady had all
      the leverage. He also knew if he could turn things around, he might 
      even get Cady to fuck him for free. All he needed was an angle. 
      Something he could hold over Cady's head. Some way he could threaten 
      her.

      He knew Cady always mentioned her dad but she said nothing about her 
      mother. He knew from past experience that girls her age always talked
      about their mom, and dad was a poor second. This made him believe 
      Cady's dad was a single father.
 
      John could use that against Cady. All he needed was a way to threaten 
      Cady, that if she did not do what he wanted he would have her taken 
      away from her precious dad whom she always had to help so much.

      At Cady Ward's house:

      Cady kept close tabs on her little sister. She always told Sara where
      she would be in case something happened on one of Sara's pussy rental 
      stops. 
      
      "Sara," Cady asked, "Where will I be today?"

      "You will be renting your pussy to Mr. Johnston." Sara said with a 
      smile.

      "Good. I will meet you around the corner from Mr. Cook's house."

      "Okay."

      Later that day, at John Johnston's house:

      "Cady," John said, "After models have had their pictures taken, they
      get less and less money as time goes by."

      Cady knew this was another ploy by the old man to get her to charge
      him less for renting her pussy, so she said, "Why?"

      "It's called saturation."

      Cady knew full well what the word meant but she asked, "What does 
      that mean?"

      "It means that because everyone has so many pictures of the model no 
      one wants them any more."

      "I see. Then you have all the pictures of me you need and I can go 
      home."

      John groaned. This was not turning out the way he expected. He thought 
      maybe if he masturbated Cady, or licked her little clit, she would be 
      more willing to charge less. But he knew he never liked eating pussy, 
      and Cady would probably want to get paid something for him to rub 
      her cunt.
 
      For now he gave up and said, "No Cady, I don’t have enough pictures of 
      my penis in your vagina."

      "Good," Cady thought.

      At George Cook's house:

      Since last Monday George had quit taking his medication. He was tired 
      of fucking his little ballerina with a half-stiff cock. Just this 
      once he thought, he would fuck her today with a totally stiff cock,
      then go back on his medication.

      George's blood pressure was already twice normal and climbing and Sara 
      had just arrived. He escorted his little ballerina into the bedroom.
      He watched Sara strip off her top, skirt and panties and his blood 
      pressure climbed to four times normal. George stripped off his clothes 
      and his cock was raging  hard. It felt, oh so good.

      Sara noticed that the old man's cock looked a little bigger, and for 
      the first time it was really hard. But it was still way smaller than 
      her daddy's cock, so she was not worried.
      
      George got on the bed and his blood pressure jumped to five times  
      normal. George did not have to tell Sara to open her legs. Her legs 
      were already open and her little pussy was waiting for his now truly 
      hard cock.
      
      George put his cock against the opening of his ballerina's little  
      pussy opening and his blood pressure jumped to six times normal.  
      Slowly he pushed his cock into her tight pussy until his balls 
      kissed her little ass. His blood pressure jumped to seven times normal.

      He started to move his cock in and out of his ballerina's little tight 
      pussy. His blood pressure jumped to eight times normal. Inside 
      George's brain his blood vessels strained against the overload. 
      George for the first time truly felt how tight Sara's pussy was. 
      He pushed his cock harder in and out of his ballerina's wonderfully 
      tight pussy.

      "Oh, Oh, OH!!" Sara faked an orgasm just like Cady told her to do.
      It was the first time he had made his little ballerina cum, and he was 
      more than pleased. He slammed his hard cock balls-deep into her tight 
      pussy.

      George's blood pressure jumped off the scale and he had a double 
      orgasm, one from his cock and one from his brain. He burst several 
      large blood vessels flooding his brain with blood and short circuiting 
      every firing neutron pulse. George grunted for the last time. Blood 
      trickled out of his nose and over his eye lids. He fell dead just 
      to the left side of Sara.

      "Mr. Cook, Mr. Cook?" Sara said. When George did not answer Sara got  
      very frightened. She struggled to pull her legs out from his slumped 
      over body. She tapped the dead man's body, and then she saw the blood 
      leaking out of his eyes and nose.

      Sara panicked. She quickly got dressed, grabbed her pink purse and ran 
      out the front. She ran as fast as she could to Mr. Johnston's house. 
      Cady had just finishing getting dressed and was heading for the front 
      door. John who was already dressed followed Cady to the door. Cady  
      opened the door and before she saw her, she heard her sister  
      crying, "Cady, Cady!" 
      
      Cady knew that if Sara was here something must have happened. She
      rushed to her sister. "Something has happened to Mr. Cook." Sara cried.

      "What?"

      "I don’t know, but he is not moving and blood is coming out of his 
      nose."

      "Okay, let's go." Cady said.

      John who was now on the front porch saw and heard the whole thing.
      Knowing that there could be something going on that could help his 
      situation with Cady he quickly followed the two girls. Mr. Cook's 
      house was around the corner and two short blocks away.

      Cady and Sara arrived at George's house. Sara took Cady into the 
      bedroom. Cady walked over to George and poked his old naked body. 
      The last time she remembered seeing a dead person was her mother, 
      who had died three years ago. But she was almost sure George was dead.

      John walked into the house and entered the bedroom. He saw the naked
      man and the video camera facing the bed. It took him less than a 

      minute to figure out what was going on. He had been bamboozled, and 
      by a nine-year-old girl no less. The girls were little hookers. But 
      John knew that he could use this to his advantage.
 
      He not only could get Cady to fuck with him for free, he could also
      have the girl she called Sara. He figured she was probably Cady's 
      sister. He had to act fast and said, "Cady, I need to talk to you."

      Cady did not even know he was there and she was startled. "Sara, go 
      outside. I will be right there." she said.

      "No, we are all going into the other room." John said sternly. Sara
      who was already shaken started to cry. 

      Cady knew this could mean a ton of trouble for her and Sara, but she 
      needed to be sure Sara was all right. "We will be in there in one 
      minute."
 
      "One minute, no longer." John said and walked into the other room.

      "Sara, promise me that no matter what happens you will say nothing."
      Cady whispered into her sister's ear.

      "I promise." Sara said tearfully, and she took Cady's hand.

      Cady walked into the other room. John was there tapping his foot on
      the floor. He looked straight at Sara then yelled, "Do you know what
      happens to little girls who fuck old men for money?" Sara hid behind 
      Cady.
 
      Cady had never been yelled at, not even by her daddy. She was now also 
      afraid, but she managed to say tearfully, "Leave her alone."

      John pointed his finger at Cady and shook it saying, "Listen to me, 
      little girls. You better both do as I say or you will never see your 
      dad again."

      "No, No, Mister please," Sara cried.

      "I will do whatever you say, just leave her alone." Cady said with 
      real tears in her eyes.
 
      John knew what he was doing was mostly bullshit, because all the girls 
      had to do was squeal on him. He had a ton of pictures of Cady and him  
      fucking. All she had do was tell a cop, and he would be the one who 
      was fucked. But by the way Cady was acting he knew she did not have 
      a clue as to what to do. That almost certainly meant that they were 
      not being pimped by their dad, or whoever it was that took care of 
      them.

      "Good. Now I am going to call the police and when they get here you
      girls will say nothing. Is that understood? You will say nothing."

      "Yes, sir." both girls meekly answered.

      “Good. Now you two go outside and wait there." The two girls left the 
      house and sat on the porch. As they sat on the porch, Cady hugged Sara 
      close to her. John watched as the two girls left the house and sat on 
      the front porch.
 
      He dashed back into the bedroom and quickly took down the camera and 
      pulled the plug on the computer. He opened the closet door and there
      was more than enough room in there to store the camera. He put the 

      camera and tri-pod into the closet and then closed the door.

      Now all he had to do was call 911, which he did. When the police and 
      paramedics arrived John told them that the girls were his 
      granddaughters and Mr. Cook was an old friend of the family. John 
      had noticed the name which was printed on the mail box.

      When the ambulance and the police left he called the girls back into
      the house. Then John said, "The police agreed not to arrest your dad 
      or take you away from him."

      Both girls breathed a sigh of relief. But John was not done talking 
      and said, "The only reason they agreed is that I am an officer of the 
      court and so they have made me your probation officer. What that means 
      is that you two better be at my house every afternoon or I will have 
      the police arrest your dad, and you two will be taken away from him. 
      Do you girls understand?"

      "Yes, sir.” The two girls meekly answered.
 
      "Good. Be at my house at no later than 2:30 p.m. tomorrow. One more t 
      thing. You will tell no one about this, not even your dad. Is that 
      understood?"

      "Yes, sir."

      "Good, now run on home." Cady and Sara got up and started to run home.

      John licked his lips and smiled. He had turned the tables on Cady and 
      got a new little girl to fuck on top of that. He looked at Sara 
      disappearing in the distance, and he decided he would fuck her first 
      tomorrow. John no longer saw Cady and Sara as little girls to be 
      treated gently. They were little whores, fuck meat, and he would fuck  
      them hard.
      
      
      Chapter 5             
       
      
      Some time later, at the Ward's house:

      It was 5:00 p.m. and Sara had cried herself to sleep. Cady sat on her 
      sleeping sister's bed. She looked at Sara and knew she had truly 
      screwed up. Ever since their mother died, Cady had protected her 
      sister. In essence she was not only a sister to Sara, she was a mother.
 
      Now she had not only put herself in jeopardy she had dragged Sara into 
      it, just like she had done before, when she told her sister about sex 
      and how she was fucking daddy. She was the one who convinced Sara that 
      fucking daddy was a good thing. Cady remembered the day as if it was 
      yesterday. She remembered how Sara screamed when her daddy's cock 
      ripped her little hymen. She also remembered how her daddy kissed 
      Sara's tears away and she also saw tears in her daddy's eyes. They 
      were the very same tears she saw in her daddy's eyes when his cock 
      shredded her own hymen.

      Yes, fucking daddy was a good thing for her, Sara and daddy too. But 
      fucking old men for money was a huge mistake. At first she thought it 
      would be fun to get fucked, have lots of cums, and get money to help
      her daddy too. But it did not work out like Cady thought it would. At
      first she did not know why she did not cum when the old men fucked 
      her, and she quickly let the reason go by.

      She saw it as a good thing that she did not cum and decided that the
      old men were renting her pussy as a place to dump a load of cum. Like
      the hookers she had read about she was selling her pussy for money. 

      Cady was exactly what Mr. Johnston called her, she was a little 
      hooker. And being one, she now understood why she did not cum when the 
      old men fucked her. The reason was that she did not love them, nor 
      care an ounce of poop for them. They were all just what she had come 
      to call them, pussy rental stops. If Cady ever got out of this mess 
      she would never again rent her pussy to anyone and she would never  
      again fuck anyone she did not love. She looked at the new computer 
      she had bought at the local mall with the money she had earned. The 
      store had delivered the computer and set it up.
 
      Cady told her daddy she had won the computer in an essay contest the 
      school had run. When her daddy congratulated her, she felt guilty that
      she had lied to him. She even felt guiltier when her daddy purchased  
      monthly DSL Internet service.

      Cady knew how to use a computer from her classes at school. She even
      knew how to surf the Internet, but the school had so much blocking 
      software she could not even look up the word "breast." But the 
      computer on the desk had no such restrictions. It was a wide open 
      portal to whatever destination she wished to go.
 
      Maybe she could find some answer to her problem on the Internet. Maybe
      she could find a way out of this big mess. Cady sat at the computer 
      desk and turned the computer on. She checked the time. She had a 
      little over four hours before her daddy came home. She hoped it would 
      be enough time for her to find an answer to her big mess.

      The next morning:

      Cady woke Sara up, and once again Sara was slightly grumpy but got up. 
      Cady waited for her sister to return from the bathroom. When Sara 
      returned, Cady said, "Don't get dressed. We're not going to school 
      today."

      “We're not? Won't we get in trouble if we don’t go?"

      "No. Now listen, I have a plan that can get us out of this mess."

      "You do?"

      “Yes, now we will both have to practice really hard, but I think it 
      will work."

      "Okay." Cady told Sara her plan and the two sisters practiced Cady's 
      plan until 2:00 p.m. Five minutes after that the two sisters 
      walked out their front door.
 
      Sara said, "I am scared Cady, really scared."

      Cady stopped and hugged her sister and then said, "Trust me Sara, this 
      will work."

      "Okay," Sara meekly answered.

      2:20 p.m., at John Johnston's house:

      John was sitting on his front porch. He had deleted and bleached every 
      picture he had taken of him and Cady from his computer hard drive. She 
      would not find any evidence in his house to incriminate him. He sat
      there with a huge smile on his face, waiting for the girls. He now 
      had not one, but two little hookers to fuck, and he would fuck them 
      every day, five days a week. And just maybe, he could work in a 
      Saturday or Sunday here and there.
 
      “Yes," John thought, "Life is good!" John saw the two girls 
      approaching. "Good, they are early." he whispered.

      When the girls reached his house he said, "Come on in, girls."
      The girls followed John into the house. John gazed upon the two little 
      pieces of fuck meat and he salivated. "Sara, I am going to fuck you 
      first."

      "No Mister, please," Sara cried.

      “Can't you see she is scared?" Cady said.

      "I don't care." he replied.

      "Look, fuck me first. Give her some time to calm down."

      John did not like the idea but he thought, “What the heck?” It really 
      did not matter who was first. He said, "Just this one time. Tomorrow 
      she will be first. Now get into the bedroom and strip, the both of 
      you."

      The sisters went into the bedroom and slowly stripped. John licked his 
      chops, then said, "Cady, get on the bed and spread your legs."
      Cady did as she was told. John's cock was raging hard. He was going to 
      fuck both girls as hard as he could. After all they were nothing but 
      hookers.

      John got between Cady's slim legs. He smiled into Cady's tear-streaked 
      eyes and slammed the full length of his cock into her small cunt. 
      Normally he kept most of his weight off of the little girl but this 
      time he bore into the little hooker, and mashed most of his weight 
      onto her small body. 

      Cady tried to struggle, but she had no chance against the old man. As h
      hard as he could, John jack-fucked Cady's little cunt. Cady cried and  
      winced with pain. Cady's tears only inflamed John's lust, and he 
      mashed his body and cock into Cady with even more gusto.

      Sara watched her sister being brutally fucked by the mean old man. She 
      cringed, knowing she would be next. Then she saw her sister's hand and 
      she had her thumb up which meant she was okay. Sara breathed a small
      sigh of relief.

      Cady's tight cunt was too much for the aged man's cock. John slammed 
      his cock all the way into Cady's small cunt and his cock blasted a 
      short spurt of cum into her tight little cunt.
 
      John pulled his softening cock out of Cady's cunt. He turned to Sara
      and said, "You're next."

      “Can I pee first?"

      "Go, but hurry up."

      John lifted himself off of Cady and let her get off the bed. When Cady 
      was off the bed he said, "You stand there. I want you to watch me fuck 
      your sister. She is your sister, right?"

      "Yes." Cady meekly answered.

      "Good." John snarled. 

      John waited a few minutes and got impatient. He yelled, "Hurry up in 
      there."
 
      "One more minute," Sara fearfully called back. A little more than a 
      minute later John  heard the toilet flush. Cady meekly walked back 
      into the bedroom.

      "Get over here, you little hooker." John demanded.

      "Please Mister, don’t hurt me."

      John laughed, "I am not going to hurt you, I am going to fuck you, you 
      little hooker. Now get on the bed before I call the police."

      Sara slid onto the bed. "Open your legs." John demanded. Sara slowly 
      opened her small legs. The sight of the naked seven-year-old ready to 
      be fucked was more than enough to raise the sixty-five year old man's 
      cock back to old-iron stiffness.

      Sara fidgeted and tried to close her legs. John grabbed her small 
      ankles and pried her legs  apart.

      "I need to pee." Cady said.

      "Go pee." John said. Then he thought, "What is it with women and 
      pissing any way?"

      Cady walked out of the room. She walked into the bathroom and picked
      up the eye dropper Sara had left for her.
 
      John placed his old-iron hard cock against Sara's even smaller cunt. 
      He tried to slam his old-iron hard cock into Sara's little cunt, but 
      she was way too tight for him to get his stiff cock all the way in on 
      the first stroke.

      "EEee-ouw!!!" Sara shrieked and started to cry.

      John pulled his cock back and tried to fuck Sara hard, but her cunt
      was still too tight for his old-iron hard cock. John forced his hard 
      cock into Sara's tight cunt. Inch after inch, he finally got his six-
      inch old-iron hard cock into Sara's tight little cunt.
 
      Cady quickly and quietly as she could ran into the kitchen. When she 
      got into the kitchen she dialed 911. The police operator 
      answered,  "911 Police emergency."

      "A man just raped me and now he is raping my sister." Cady cried.

      "We will send someone right away."

      "Hurry! Please hurry!"

      "Stay on the phone."

      "I can't, I can't, he said he would kill her." Cady said and dropped 
      the phone.

      Slowly Sara's small cunt yielded to John's old-iron hard cock. John 
      began to fuck the small seven-year-old as hard as he could, turned on 
      by her screams and tears.
 
      Cady went to the front door. She unlocked the door and left it open.  
      She pushed the eye dropper into her cum-loaded cunt and squeezed the 
      rubber bulb. She pulled the eye dropper out of her cunt and put it in 
      her hand. She curled her hand into a little fist hiding the eye 
      dropper.
 
      "Please Mister, please!" Sara continued to cry.

      "Shut up, you little hooker."

      Cady walked back into the bedroom. John looked back at Cady, "Your 
      sister's cunt is ten times tighter than yours." he said and gave Cady 
      a big, toothy smile.
 
      Cady kept one eye down the hall and put her balled-up hand behind her 
      back.

      With his old-iron hard cock, John went back to fucking Sara's little 
      tight cunt. Having  cum once in Cady's cunt, the old man was having 
      trouble cumming a second time in Sara's cunt. Still it was fun fucking 
      such a tight little girl cunt, and he didn't care how long it took to 
      cum inside her. It was fun watching her cry too, as he pounded her 
      with his hard cock.  

      With guns drawn two male police officers walked in through the front 
      door. When they walked into the kitchen one of the officers saw Cady 
      naked, just down the hall, pointing at an open bedroom door. He tapped 
      the shoulder of the other officer and they both went down the hall. In 
      the bedroom they saw an old man raping a crying little girl.

      One of the officers grabbed the naked little girl. The other put his 
      gun to John's head. "Move mister please, so I can blow your stinking 
      brains out!" the officer said.

      Startled, John's old, iron-hard cock befan shooting a load of cum into 
      little Sara's tight cunt. "UHNN! I-I'm cumming! Please, don’t shoot!" 
      John cried, even as his hips continued to hump at the little girl, 
      depositing his load inside her.

      Angrily the cop dug the barrel of his gun into John's temple, about to 
      shoot him. "Stop fucking that poor kid and pull your goddam cock out 
      of her!" he shouted. 

      John pulled back then, his shrinking old cock wilting but still  
      connected to the little girl's cunt by a rope of semen. There was 
      some blood too, coating the shrinking old cock and oozing out of the 
      raped child's vagina mingled with his cum.

      "Get up, slowly." the angry cop ordered, barely able to resist pulling 
      the trigger. John eased off the bed and two more police officers, one  
      male and one female, walked into the bedroom. Cady joined Sara in 
      crying with her. The police comforted the poor little raped girls who 
      had blood and cum streaming out of their little vaginas, and covered 
      them in blankets.

      The police almost broke both of John's arms as they hand-cuffed him.
      As the police escorted John down the hall, he screamed, "They're 
      hookers! Just young fuck meat! You guys can fuck them too!"

      "Yeah right, bud. A nine-year-old and a seven-year-old hooker?" One 
      of the officers said sarcastically.
 
      John lowered his head. He could not understand how two little girls 
      had outsmarted him not once, but twice.

      The girls were taken to the hospital where they were both given rape 
      examinations, under the watchful eyes of a very nice female officer 
      named Tina Davis. Cady used the toilet at the hospital and dropped 
      the eye dropper into the trash.

      Sam Ward arrived at the hospital and Cady and Sara jumped into his 
      arms. Sam took his daughters home.

      Later that evening Cady told her dad she needed to talk to him in 
      his room. "Daddy, promise me you won't be angry." Cady said, sitting 
      next to him.

      "How can I do that when I don't even know what you're going to tell 
      me?"

      "Please daddy, promise."

      "Okay, I promise."

      "Daddy, we have been renting our pussies to old men."

      "What?" Sam said totally stunned. "Why would you do such a thing?"

      Not leaving out a single thing, Cady told her daddy the whole story.
      At first, Sam blamed himself. He should have never fucked his 
      daughters in the first place. But then he realized that his daughters 
      had just seduced six old men, who were supposed to be much wiser than 
      he was. 

      He called Sara to join them in the bedroom. He looked at Sara and 
      Cady. "Yep," he thought, my daughters could probably charm any man on 
      the planet and get him to do anything they wanted. Sam also knew he 
      needed to find a way to reprimand his daughters. Then the idea struck 
      him like a lightning bolt.
 
      "Well, seeing as I have two little hookers that would make me a pimp.
      Now let's see. Cady you're nine, so I believe you can handle at least 
      twenty pussy rental stops a day. As for you Sara, fifteen will do."

      "But Daddy, we don't want to be hookers any more." both girls echoed.

      "Nonsense. You two made $10,000 in a month and with the additional 
      stops you could make double that in a day. Of course you two would 
      have to quit school. Hookers donÂ’'t need to know how to read or 
      write. All they need to know is how to fuck."

      "But---" both girls tried to say.

      "Cady, Sara, from now on you two are full-time little hookers. Now go 
      to your room and get to bed. You will need to rest. Tomorrow you two 
      will begin working as full-time little hookers."

      "But daddy, it's only five o'clock and we have not even eaten." Cady 
      said.

      "Eating is a waste of time for hookers, so you two better get used to  
      not eating three times a day. Now off to bed."

      "Yes, daddy."

      "Will you kiss us good night?" Sara asked.

      "Hookers don’t need kissing, only fucking. Now off to bed."

      Sara and Cady started to cry, but they went off to bed and within an 
      hour they were fast asleep. They had troubled dreams that night. It 
      broke Sam's heart to see his daughters cry, but he knew this was the 
      best way to teach them a good lesson.

      The next morning Sam woke both girls at 6:00 a.m. "Come on you two, 
      hurry up and get dressed."

      "Daddy please, we don't want to be hookers any more," Cady cried.

      "Please Daddy, Please," Sara said with tears in her eyes.

      Sam was going to prolong their agony just a little bit more but his 
      daughters' tears melted his heart and he said, "Okay. You don't have t
      to be little hookers any more."

      "We don't?" both girls echoed.

      "No you don't, but I have one condition. You must never, ever fuck 
      another man without my permission."

      "We won’t." both girls echoed and hugged their daddy.

      “Now get dressed."

      "Where are we going?" Cady asked.

      "It's a surprise. Now hurry up or we will be late."

      "Okay." The girls echoed. As fast as they could, the girls got dressed.

      Sam and the girls left the house and got into his car. Sam smiled and 
      every so often he looked into the rear view mirror to catch the bright 
      expressions on his daughters' faces. About thirty-five minutes later 
      Sam pulled into the large off-airport service facility.
 
      "Daddy, you work here right?" Cady said.

      "Yep." Sam parked the car. He took the girls by the hands and led them 
      into the large building. When the girls entered the building, they 
      heard cheers, clapping, party horns going off, and they saw a huge 
      sign that read, "Congratulations Sam Ward."

      People came up to their daddy and shook his hand. "You must be Cady,
      and you're Sara." a woman said.

      "Yes." The two girls managed to say.

      "Your dad talks about his daughters all the time, but you two look
      much prettier in person than you do in pictures." The girls blushed.

      "Come on you two, get yourselves some donuts." Sam said to his 
      daughters. The girls ate some donuts and drank some fruit punch. 
      About fifteen minutes later, Sam said, "Got to go."

      "Get back on time, boss," many people said.

      Sam took the girls back to the car. Before he opened the door Cady  
      asked, "Daddy, why did they call you boss?"

      "Because that is what I am now."

      "Oh." Cady said, not knowing what that meant to her yet.

      Sam drove the girls to school and when he dropped them off he said, 
      "Girls, starting tonight I will be home at 6:00 p.m."

      "Does that mean---." Cady tried to say but was interrupted by her
      daddy. "Yes, more daddy suck and fuck time for both of you."

      "Oh Daddy, we love you!" both girls echoed and hugged their daddy.

      Sam hugged his daughters and then said, "Off to school you two, 
      and don't forget what I told you to do."
      
      "We won't." the girls said with big smiles on their faces.
      That day on the way home from school the girls had one more chore 
      their daddy told them to do. They went to all their pussy rental stop
      and said, "We can't fuck you any more. We have a great big, mean pimp, 
      and he is reserving us exclusively for a special client. He said if 
      you cause us any trouble, he will cut your balls off. Good bye."

      Later that night the girls and their daddy formed a little love 
      circle. Cady sucked her daddy's cock, while Sara licked Cady's clit, 
      and daddy licked Sara's clit. The girls changed places and the little 
      love session continued until 9:00 p.m., which was the girls' bedtime.
      From that night on the loving three-some slept naked in the same bed.

      Epilog:

      John Johnston died in prison from a massive heart attack.
      Cady received a full scholarship and she became a prominent surgeon.
      She bought her daddy a big old house where she and her sister Sara 
      live with him. Sara joined her daddy and became an airline mechanic.

      Both girls wanted babies, but they knew it would not be wise to get 
      pregnant by their daddy. However Cady figured out a way around that
      and both girls were artificially inseminated. They both gave birth to 
      daughters. When the little girls were old enough to start school, 
      the mothers told their daughters how much fun it would be to fuck 
      grand-daddy; but that is another story.

      The end
      
       


       


       
       



      
       

