It seemed like Saturday would never come. Ever since I had turned fourteen, I hadn't gone more than two days in a row without cumming from jacking off or some other means. But five straight days? That was a cruel first. My balls were swollen, loaded with cum, painful and as big as billiard balls in my smooth oversized sack. All I could think about was deflowering that sweet little girl at her seventh birthday party today. To make it worse, the night I met the Pattersons they gave me a pair of Pamela's used panties and a few photographs of her, naked and smiling, just to torture me all week. Sick fucks.
I arrived at the party a little after two in the afternoon, carrying in my hands a small gift wrapped in a pretty box with pink bows. Priscilla greeted me with a hug at the door, whispering in my ear how much Pamela had been talking about me all week. As I handed her the gift I told her to keep it separate from the others because it was something Pamela needed to open privately.
"What did you get her?" she asked, excited.
"Some sexy lace thongs, made just for little girls," I smiled coyly.
Priscilla began to gush about wanting to see her daughter model them for me, when we were interrupted by the birthday girl.
"Mr. Mike! Come on in!" she screeched, dragging me by the arm into the living room.
She was dripping wet in a bikini, and judging from the fit, it was last year's model. The damp white fabric clung tightly to her skin, neatly outlining her tiny pussy mound and sweet ass. Her cunny lips were perfect, making me want to just fuck her right then and there. She shivered, tiny nipples erect, until her dad tossed her a towel.
Pete introduced me to everyone quickly. In addition to Pamela, there were eight other little girls, one of whom was my new preteen fuck buddy, Samantha Snowe, the little whore that started all this. A couple of the girls looked younger than Pamela, perhaps four or five years old, but the rest were all around eight or nine. There were also three boys, all about ten or eleven. Then there were the parents, most of them fathers with just two other moms at the party. I found that odd for a little girl's birthday party, but I shrugged it off.
All the kids had on wet swimsuits. Just a week ago, I never would have given young girls a second glance, but as I stood there and said hello to all the kids, I couldn't help but mentally undress each of the little sweeties. One thing was for sure, all of them had on tight bikinis that showed off more camel toe than a Bedouin tribe.
Pamela clung to me like a girlfriend as I shook hands with all the dads. I recognized about half of them from my company, and a couple of them I even knew as shower room "peekers." I wondered how many of them, like Bill Snowe, might be pining for me to bang their babies. That made my dick twitch. As we exchanged pleasantries, an old man staggered in from the kitchen. He was easily seventy years old, gray-haired, hunched over a bit and walking with a cane.
"Mike, please meet my father. This is Henry Patterson," Pete said as the old man got closer.
"So this is the Mike I've heard all about," he said in a deep, raspy voice.
We shook hands, but I was a little embarrassed. From his knowing smile, I got the definite impression he knew precisely why I was there.
"Pleased to meet you, sir."
The doorbell rang, interrupting things for a moment. When Priscilla looked out the window, she got a big smile on her face.
"The clown's here! Come on kids, everyone to the back yard."
The old man grabbed my arm. "Clown's for the kids. Let's you and me talk in the kitchen."
I helped him walk as we made our way there, the place clearing out of kids and parents. It was strangely quiet as just the old geezer and I were left alone in the house. He pulled open the refrigerator and grabbed a couple of cold beers.
"So, I hear you're gonna fuck Pamela," he smiled, matter-of-factly, taking a long swig.
Hell, I guess there were no secrets up and down this family tree. Roots, trunk, branches, leaves...all a bunch of pedo perverts.
"Yes, sir. I've been dying for this opportunity all week."
"Damn lucky bastard," he spit, "was 'sposed to be me but my goddam pecker gave out a couple years ago. Hell, even Viagra don't do nuthin' for it," he cackled.
"I'm sorry to hear that, but..."
He waved my words off. "No matter, I'm gonna watch though. You gotta fuck her good and hard and fill her cunt with a lot of cum, you hear me?" he grumbled, shaking his cane as a friendly warning.
I laughed. "That won't be a problem, got nearly a week's load of jizz for that cunny."
"Yeah, she sure is a little slut for cum. Hell, she'll suck my softie for hours trying to milk some spunk from me. I do enjoy watching her with a mouthful of cock," he winked.
"Anything else about her I should know?"
He snickered, smacking his dry lips together.
"I'll let you in on a little secret," he said, urging me to come closer, "she loves a finger up her asshole. Do that, and she'll be on fire!" He chuckled and slapped my back like we were old friends.
We bullshitted for the next hour or so, but our private chat was interrupted by the screams of the gaggle of children as they hurried inside once the clown disappeared. Pamela rushed up to me and pulled me down for a kiss on the lips.
She whispered in my ear, "I can't wait until later!"
"Neither can I, birthday girl," I grinned, sneaking a handful of her tight, tiny ass before the rest of the kids came into the kitchen.
The rest of the afternoon seemed to go by fast. Most of the kids stayed in their swimsuits, which was fine by me. Following a couple hours of games, opening presents, and a pizza dinner, it was time for cake. I knew I was within an hour of burying my prick in that delicious love slit, so my cock began to throb.
The cake was very cute. It was rectangular in shape and featured a princess in a white gown with a prince on bended knee, appearing to propose. There were seven candles burning on top, and after we all sang Happy Birthday, it was time for Pamela to make her wish. She smiled and wrapped her arm around mine as I stood next to her.
"I think I already got my wish," she grinned up at me, "but here we go anyways!"
She blew the candles out in one breath, drawing applause from the whole room. I helped her mom slice and serve up the cake. It was delicious and I wanted to savor it, but Pamela wolfed hers down in three big bites. It appeared she was in a hurry to move beyond the cake to the bedroom. Knowing how eager she was to fuck just made my prick rage even more.
"Honey, maybe you should go put on your special birthday outfit. We'll be up in a few minutes," her mother urged, wiping chocolate crumbs from Pamela's lips.
Pete pulled me aside after his daughter scurried up the stairs.
"We'll give her a few minutes to change, then it's time for her special present. I hope you don't mind an audience," he smiled.
"No, I know you father wants to..."
He gave me a coy grin, waving off my comment about Pamela's grandfather. We whispered to each other for a few more moments, out of earshot of the guests. He mumbled something about me not being camera shy because this was a special day at the Pattersons. I was about to ask what he meant exactly, but Priscilla interrupted us.
"Let's go!" she said with palpable excitement.
She took me by the hand and led the way. I thought it was odd that this was happening so quickly after the cake because all the other guests were still there, children and parents. I turned, ready to ask about them, when I saw something shocking. Every one of the children was getting undressed. All the little swimsuits were coming off giving me a wonderful and unexpected show. There was a full range of bald beaver on display along with sweet puffy nipples and tight asses to treat my eyes. Even the young boys stripped down, sporting impressive boners.
"What the fuck!" I began to protest.
All the parents laughed. Bill Snowe gave me a smirk. "Mike, we've been waiting a long time for a bull like you to show up and service all this pussy. Think you can handle it?"
I looked at the sexy preteens, each one of them with anticipative looks on their faces, and nodded.
"Shit yes, I'm in."
How could I refuse that? Wimpy dads and twisted moms offering me their preteen daughters for the express purpose of fucking the rawness out of them? My bull status had been elevated. I waded through the crowd like a certified white Angus stud eyeing my stable of new mates, en route to breed my first one for the night.
I don't know how we managed to get everyone into the master bedroom, but we did. When I walked in, Pamela was standing in the center wearing a see-thru princess outfit. It was the sexiest thing in the world. It had this "I Dream of Jeannie" look to it, thin layers of pastel material that was nearly transparent. Underneath, her little body was visible and unbelievably hot.
"I'm ready for my birthday fucking, Prince Mike," she whispered, walking up to me for a kiss.
I leaned down and mouth kissed the four-foot-tall tart, our tongues playing like old friends. The room was silent, except for the gentle slurping sounds of the three boys getting their cocks sucked by some of the girls. Even a four-year-old redhead was on her knees gulping a ten-year-old prick for all it was worth. Everyone was nude now, all the kids and the parents, including Pete's old father.
I knelt in front of Princess Pamela and slowly removed her long, pink conical hat, followed by layer after layer of gown. She smiled as she gradually became nude in front of us all, no shame or fear whatsoever. Her little body was smoking hot. That bare muffin glistened with the wetness she promised me she'd have on her birthday. I carried her to the bed and laid her down. Then, I began to undress. I've never been fond of audiences, but right now I didn't care that over twenty pairs of eyes were watching me. I was so horned up, I'd fuck this girl on stage at a rock concert at this point.
When my big, thick prick came out, I heard a few gasps from the young girls in my makeshift audience. I grinned at them, knowing that all that pussy would be getting some of this fuckmeat sooner or later. My muscular body looked pretty good, I thought, as I glanced in the mirror, just before sliding up on the bed to join my lover. We kissed hotly for a long time, my hands exploring her small frame. I kissed and nibbled everything I saw: lips, neck, earlobes, nipples, belly button...and...cunny.
Her bald fuckmound was amazing. It was warm, wet and delicious. Although tiny and flat, her lips opened slightly, letting a trickle of warm goo seep out and down her ass crack. I began to lick and suck on her mound, causing her to grunt and grind her slit up into me. I remembered what her grandfather told me, and once I had her little poonslit moving like a nervous puppy, I slid a finger into her tight asshole.
Pamela yelped loud. She grabbed my hair and yanked my face into her pussy mound.
"Yesssss! Mr. Mike! Yessss, that feels soooo good!"
I finger fucked her tiny rectum while sucking her entire pussy in my mouth. Her vulva was so small, I could fit the full span of her quim, north to south, in my lips. I wondered if my thick prick was going to fit in this tiny hole. It didn't matter much, my little Princess Pamela pistol was getting ready to fire off a round so I knew fucking her would be a more-than-welcome event, no matter how discomforting at first. I tugged on her tiny clit with my lips, sending the slut over the edge. She screeched like an owl pouncing on its prey as she came.
"Ohhhh, mommy! Daddy and grampa, I'm cummmmmming soooo hard!" she mewed out loud.
I didn't let up as I drove into her fuckhole even more with my tongue. Her tiny ass was flopping up and down like a fish out of water as she went wild with cum. Her pussy squirted my face just before she collapsed, panting. I lifted my head and smiled at her before I gave her parents a look. I realized for the first time that her dad had been recording the entire event. I guess that's what all the mumbling about camera shyness had been about. Frankly, I guess I really didn't care.
I knelt in front of Pamela and pushed her legs open. "Are you ready, honey?"
She nodded, biting her lip. "I'm just a lil scared," she whispered.
"How about grampa and mom hold your legs open while daddy films us fucking?"
She nodded and motioned for them to get closer. Once her legs were open wide, even held up in the air a bit, I pressed my cockhead against her tight slit. It seemed like an impossible task ahead of me. My cock was obscenely large and thick, and her pussy looked as narrow as a keyhole. I leaned down to kiss her mouth, and pushed in a half inch. Fuck, she was tight.
She gasped on impact, but nodded for me to continue. I pushed in a bit more and felt her hymen blocking my path. I felt her tense up, tears forming in her eyes. When my cockhead was snugly inside her lips, her dad zoomed in for an obscene close-up.
I knew I couldn't do this any way but harsh and painful. I gave her fuckhole a callous shove, burying my prick in halfway, instantly ripping her maidenhead apart. Pamela screamed louder than a witch in meltdown mode. Tears flew from her eyes and her face grew red.
"Stop! It hurts! Stop, Mr. Mike!" she shrieked under me, fighting with her mom and grandfather to pull away.
They held her firmly while I began to get busy. I pulled out a few inches and saw my cock was glistening with her red blood while dad's camera made an annoying zippy sound as it focused in on our sex. I pushed back in, slowly this time, fighting the tightness of her cunny muscles. She cried uncontrollably as I assaulted her pussy with ever-growing intensity.
The crowd of onlookers closed in for a better view, clutching each other and smiling as I fucked Pamela. Even the three youngsters who were fellating the preteen boys had stopped their lewd sucking as all eyes trained on the birthday girl's deflowering. She sobbed over and over, begging for me to stop, but I just kept fucking.
I picked up speed as I felt her pussy become a bit more accommodating to my shaft. Within the first twenty minutes of fucking, my cock was finally all the way inside her, well past her baby cervix. There was a small blood stain under her ass as I banged her, but it was now dark red and tacky like varnish. My cock was no longer red wet, but had a nice slick film of clear fuck fluids on it.
"How you doin'?" I smiled to her as I noticed her sobbing was subsiding.
"B...b...better," she managed to eke out a smile and a few sniffles.
I began fucking her harder now, my balls comfortably slapping her bare ass. My strokes grew faster and longer as I plunged into her to the full depth my cock could go.
"Fuck her real good, Mike!" Priscilla moaned, fingering her pussy when she let go of her daughter's leg.
Her grandfather also let her other leg swing free. When he did, my darling placed her tiny feet up on my hips and grinned up to me.
"It feels soooo fuckin' good now, Mr. Mike!"
When she said that, the room burst into applause.
"Happy birthday, honey!" I grunted as sweat poured from my face.
I suddenly became aware of other people on the bed. The three preteen boys who had been getting their cocks sucked earlier had paired off with three of the older girls and were in the process of porking them all around me and Pamela. It was fucking insane. Pete Patterson got it all on tape. I never smelled so much pussy aroma in one room, but these families were really into this shit.
I began to feel my sweetheart reaching orgasm from her inaugural fucking. Considering how sexed up I was, I was not far behind my little cumslut. My balls were getting punished as they smacked her butt hard, and given how packed full of cum they were, the pain was getting hard to deal with. I started to grunt.
"I'm gonna cum so much inside you, baby," I moaned.
She pushed her little cunt up into me, groaning louder. "Give it all to me! I'm gonna cum with you, Mr. Mike!"
The crowd was practically cheering us now, encouraging me to fill her baby tunnel with as much cream as I could. As I fucked her faster and faster, Pamela's little ass starting bucking up and down like a ship in a storm.
"Ugggggghhhhhhh! I'm cumming again, Mr. Mike! I'm cummmming!" she yelled, thrashing under me.
Her tight pussy locked down on my cock like a pair of vise grips as she let loose. She wailed loud and hard as she came, but then she bit down onto my chest and mumbled a muffled scream as she rode it out. That was enough to push me into the zone of no control.
"Me too, babydoll!" I groaned, feeling my balls snap and release.
My cum gushed out like a geyser and filled her fuckhole, spewing back out with enough force to splash back and hit my thighs. I have never released so much sperm in one shot, so I had no idea when my draining would stop. I could feel my nuts pump several rounds of hot, potent jizz into her preteen love tunnel.
Our audience watched in intensity as I emptied out inside Pamela, and after nearly three minutes of pure pumping, I was spent. I collapsed on top of my princess, nearly smothering her. She slowly let her jaws open, giving my flesh some relief. I looked down and saw a nasty bite mark and some blood on my chest.
I rolled off to applause, landing on my back, panting. When I did, I saw Priscilla now had the camcorder. Fat old Pete Patterson had climbed on the bed and took my semi hard cock in his mouth, lovingly sucking it clean. I was tempted to kick him away, but I knew how a typical cuckold enjoyed cleaning up a bull. I gave all the dads in the room a grin, and telegraphed to them all that they would get the same treat soon.
I turned my face to kiss my lover. Her legs were wide open, and as we kissed, her grandfather had slipped up next to his son. The old fart lowered his head between Pamela's legs and started eating my creampie from his granddaughter. Fuck, this shit was messed up.
"You fucked me so nice, Mr. Mike," my sweetheart cooed.
"If I could stay inside you for the rest of my life, I would, Pamela," I whispered in between kisses, caressing the perspiration from her face.
For the next hour, every guest in the room took turns sucking my cock. Every father, every mom, every daughter, and even the three boys went down on me. That act alone sealed my power status over them all, the cuckold equivalent of kissing the ring.
After the cocksucking homage was over, and after grampa had consumed all my cum from his granddaughter, Bill Snowe and Pete Patterson said they wanted to talk business. I propped myself up on my elbows while cradling Pamela.
"What's on your minds?" I asked, but I already suspected what was coming.
"Well, all of us parents have wanted a stud to fuck our kids for a long time. We'd like that to be you," Bill said, gingerly.
"I'll tell you what. How about I create and become the first President of the Parent Cuckold Club of Greater Chicago? I'd be happy to fuck all these sweet things on a regular basis, but I don't know about the boys..."
"Can we just suck your cock, mister?" one of them asked.
I laughed. "For now, why don't you suck your fathers' cocks, and I'll figure out some other way for you to have fun in the future...deal?"
"DEAL!" they all chirped together, dropping to their knees in front of their respective dads.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! Take that shit out of the room. In fact, everyone, get out. The birthday girl and I aren't finished yet," I chastised them.
I had had enough of the audience participation feature of the evening. I needed some private time with my new whore. When the room was finally cleared out, I turned to Pamela and gave her a nice long kiss. As we made out, I slipped a finger in her ass and she went wild like before.
I moaned in her ear while she thrashed about, "Think you'd like to try a cock in your ass, baby?"
She gave me a big grin. "Uh huh! I think I'd like that very much, Mr. Mike!"
I fucked that girl's ass, pussy and mouth for three more hours. She could barely walk the next morning, but I had given her a birthday gift she'd never forget. When we went downstairs for breakfast, I made sure she had nothing on but one of the new, sexy thongs I had gotten her as a present. It was her first slut walk of shame, but judging from the grin on her face when she said hello to the guests who stayed the night, she rather enjoyed every second of her new womanhood.
Now that he's the first President of the Parent Cuckold Club of Greater Chicago, will Mike Dunham be able to handle all that preteen pussy by himself? Probably not, especially when he learns there are nearly a hundred families in need of his services. He has to devise a plan to keep everyone happy, including families with young boys. Stand by for Part 3 where Mike gets organized, gets busy, and gets wealthy in the process.
A couple of days later, I saw you had posted part 2, and I jumped into it, and was very pleasantly suprised. Mike turns out to be a very tender-minded (if not always fucking tenderly) guy, caring about the girls, wanting them to enjoy it also.
You made me a fan with that, not to mention that you're a good writer, and create really lascivious, erotic scenes.
Great stuff. Thanks.
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