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Authors name: Master Chris (address withheld)
Story title : MY KIDS
Part 6 of 13
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The Business
The idea that had briefly introduced itself to my
mind a few weeks earlier was slowly developing into
a full-scale plan now. As I lay in bed the night
before our next session, I decided to bring it up
with all the kids. We would vote on it and anyone
who did not want to take part would not have to. We
were a voluntary, democratic group.
Saturday morning came and I watched the bustling
breakfast scene as preparations were made for the
day's lesson. This was our tenth week and all the
girls had had intercourse except Sadie, the twins
and their friends, Linda and Lori. These younger
girls were treated to digital and oral stimulation
and provided the same for the rest of us. Tom and
Steven had fucked each of the girls at least once
(except those noted above) and Juanita and Susie
twice.
It was, in fact, while watching a quadruple
coupling between the younger girls, Linda, Lori,
Samantha and Sandra that the plan crystallized in
my mind. Lori, the oldest of the quartet, had told
the other three girls to lie next to each other on
their backs, join hands, and spread their slender
legs as far apart as they would go. Smart kid, this
opened their little twats up so you could see quite
a way inside.
Then Lori, moving quickly from one pussy to the
next inserted her tongue into each open cunt until
all three were glowing red from the stimulation and
glistening from Lori's saliva. She had all three of
them moaning in unison as she slipped her tongue
into each twat and backed out as it came into
contact with a little hymen. One stroke, move to
the next pussy, one stroke, next, and so on, all
the while jamming a finger in and out of her own
juicy little seven-year-old cunt.
It was a stirring display of energy, one that I
became determined to capture on film.
A week earlier I had finally fucked little Jenny
and she turned out to be tighter than she appeared,
but I fear that her father had injured her insides.
She seemed much deeper than a girl her age should
be and there seemed to be no bottom to her pussy
although her vaginal contractions were as
stimulating of any of the girls. I doubted that she
would ever be able to bear children, though. Her
father had already seen to that.
I was sitting on a chair with Jenny on my lap, my
cock buried to the hilt inside her pussy as I
watched these four little girls pushing their
little tongues into each other's childish little
cunts. The tactile stimulation of Jenny's talented
cunt muscles and the visual stimulation of the
tongue-fucking taking place on the floor gave the
biggest orgasm I had had in weeks. My cum blasted
into Jenny's cunt, almost forcing her upward from
my lap.
We both watched as it slowly seeped out of her
pussy around my tightly grasped cock. It was
incredibly exciting for both of us and I decided
that the time had come to present the idea to
everyone.
That Saturday Jenny, Juanita and Tom had slept over
and the brownies showed up at about ten-thirty so
by the time breakfast ended we were all present and
could begin our meeting. I had warned everyone the
week before that there would be an important
discussion prior to our lesson so everyone was
prepared and a bit curious. We all filed into the
family room, got comfortable and I began the
discussion.
"Kids," I was a bit nervous because I was uncertain
what their reaction might be and I wanted this to
succeed. I continued, "I have an idea that might
make us a lot of money, so much money that we would
never have to work again and we could do anything
we wanted, go anywhere we wanted, and basically
become totally independent." I looked at them. The
older kids looked interested and curious, but the
younger ones seemed not quite to understand where I
was going. "What I have in mind involves a video
camera."
Susie and Tom looked at each other, as did Steven
and Juanita. Jenny and Stephanie seemed to
understand what I was suggesting as well.
"It seems that everyone these days," I went on,
"has an exercise or a weight loss video on the
market. Well, we can do that too. We can make
videos, but we can make our videos more interesting
and more exciting. We can make an exercise video
too, but we can do our exercises naked. We can make
training videos for teaching people sex techniques;
we can even make cooking videos or weight loss
videos, all of them naked. And we can sell those
videos for a lot of money."
Now they all understood. Sadie may not have had a
true understanding of the value of money, but she
understood doing exercises with no clothes on. The
older kids were nodding in agreement and even the
six and seven year olds were smiling in
anticipation of seeing themselves in the movies.
There was little doubt that we would soon be in the
video business. The only question remaining was to
find a safe way to market the product. After all,
it was utterly illegal and in the minds of some,
immoral.
I finished the presentation. "I have already
purchased all the necessary equipment and will find
the necessary contacts for distributing the
finished product. Lots of people will pay
handsomely for videos of all you beautiful kids
doing what we have been doing for the past ten
weeks. All that is needed is your 'ok' to go ahead
with it. What do you say?"
I held my breath as they looked briefly around at
each other. Finally, Susie, bless her heart, said,
"let's get rich," to which all the others burst
into a loud cheer. It was settled; we were going
into the kiddie porn business, hopefully in a big
way, financially speaking.
Susie walked over to me and threw her arms around
my neck.
"Daddy," she said coyly, "can me and you do the
first movie together?"
I smiled at her and said, "Honey, you and I can do
as many movies together as your little heart
desires. The only thing we need is to get someone
trained to run the camera."
Steven, Tom and Susie helped me set up the lights
and wire them to the small control panel. There
were four floods and four spots; each wired to a
separate switch so each could be on or off
regardless of the state of the others.
I had purchased a four-channel mixer and two
microphones so that we could use 'live' sound
although I suspected that we might eventually want
to do sound editing. We set the mikes into the
booms I had bought and put them into place, finally
plugging them into the mixer for stereo sound. We
tested each of the lights and when it all seemed to
be operational we installed one camera on the
tripod and the other would be used by hand (for
close-ups). It took the better part of two hours so
we decided to have lunch before beginning our foray
into the video industry.
After lunch I instructed Tom, Steven, Susie,
Stephanie and Jenny in the operation of the
cameras, sound equipment and lights. I showed them
how to pan slowly, how to fade, how to cut, how to
zoom in or out and, more importantly, when to do
these things. This took up pretty much the rest of
the day and by dinnertime we were all pretty tired.
The little kids had been playing either in the
house or in the back while all the lessons had been
going on and I had been formulating something of a
script in my mind that would involve everyone,
something of an introduction to our sexy family.
Just before dinner we all got together once more
and agreed that the next afternoon we would make
our first video. I had gotten another idea as well,
one even more dangerous that the first.
Sunday morning, the usual semi-nude breakfast show
took place. Eggs, bacon, toast, coffee (for me),
pancakes and bare or pantied ass. Very nice, try it
some time. Having a naked little girl pouring your
coffee or slipping a plate of eggs in front of you
is delightful. As you sip the coffee and take a
bite of toast, watching that tight little ass
wiggle away is pure delight.
All the guests except Jenny had gone to their
respective homes and were going to return later in
the day. Steven had taken to wearing pants all the
time because he seemed to have a perpetual hard-on,
what with all these naked little girls around.
Susie usually wore panties in the kitchen and the
rest of the kids were either completely naked or
wore only their nighties. After breakfast they
usually dressed and went about the business of
being kids or did whatever chores needed to be
done. We seemed to have a great deal of rapport and
no one seemed to gripe too much about having too
much to do or about someone else not doing their
fair share. We got along amazingly well. Oh, there
were arguments and occasional spats, but they were
kept to a minimum and were usually settled quickly
and amicably.
Around one o'clock the other kids began to straggle
in. By one-thirty everyone was there except
Juanita. She was always punctual and her not being
here by this time was worrying me. When two o'clock
rolled around and still no Juanita I decided to
check on her. "Susie, come with me. I'm going to
see what happened to Nita."
I slowed the car as we neared Nita's house. It was
run-down, but then so were all the houses in the
neighborhood, and it looked deserted. As I drove by
it Susie scanned it for any sign of life. None. I
turned at the next street and found the alley,
which ran, behind the row of houses on the street.
"There she is," cried Susie, "what's the matter
with her?"
Juanita was crouched behind a wooden fence in back
of her house, one hand clutching her stomach, the
other dangling at her side. I stopped the car; we
both got out and ran to Nita. She rose when she saw
us and said, "No, go away, go away." She was
crying.
When I got to the fence I saw why. A man was
standing a few feet away from her, partially hidden
by the wooden garage next to the fence. He had a
baseball bat in his hands and was holding it over
his head. I saw the movement out of the corner of
my eye the same instant I spotted the man and
managed to rush him before the bat had gotten into
full swing. He dropped the bat and grabbed at my
throat with both hands. Interlocking my fingers I
brought both hands up into the underside of his
jaw.
His jaw snapped shut, chipping some teeth and, I
hoped, biting the tip of his tongue off. As he
straightened up, bringing a hand to his mouth, I
slammed both fists hard into his groin and heard
the sickening crunch of his balls being crushed
into his body. He groaned loudly and doubled over
toward me. I grabbed the back of his head and drove
my knee squarely into his face. He crumpled to the
ground, out cold and bleeding. He would need dental
work, facial reconstruction and maybe an urologist.
Susie and Juanita were waiting in the car as I
limped toward it. I was out of breath and my neck
was bruised from where he had grabbed it, but was
otherwise all right. I got into the car and we sped
off for home.
Juanita was still sobbing as we drove away. She had
a little blood in the corners of her mouth and her
left arm was broken. The bastard, I found out he
was her stepfather, had hit her in the stomach with
the baseball bat. She had tried to defend herself
against the blow with her arm and it had caught
most of the force. I took her to the emergency
clinic right away.
After arguing with me that they needed a parent to
sign, I convinced them that I was her legal
guardian and would pay cash. That opened the door,
but they would have to file a report because she
was a child. They checked her out, ran a couple of
tests, and fixed the arm. Fortunately, it was a
simple fracture of the ulna. They put a cast on the
arm, gave her some pills for pain, told her to
watch for blood in the urine and feces, there might
be something internal, they said. 'Call back in
three days for the test results' they said as we
left.
On the way home Susie asked me if Nita could move
in with us, explaining that she and Juanita had
already discussed it and had decided that since
they were best friends they would like living
together. She said that Juanita could help her keep
the house clean, help her cook and take care of the
other kids and me, (I liked that part), and that
Nita had already said that she wanted to. I looked
at Juanita in the backseat. She was worn out from
the beating she had taken and drowsy from the drugs
she had been given, but she smiled and nodded
affirmatively in response to my questioning look.
I considered the possibilities. Kidnapping. Even if
the kid agrees to go and does so willingly, the law
still says it's kidnapping. What about her parents?
Her father beat her regularly, damn near killed her
this time, probably raped her occasionally, her
mother was in Mexico somewhere, she had not heard
from her in over three years. The only question was
if the father would try to get her back.
I decided to let her move in if she wanted to, I
could handle the father. When I said 'ok' Juanita
smiled broadly and giddily and Susie threw her arms
around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. Then
leaning her head on my shoulder, she said, "Me and
Nita have already decided that we want to do a
movie with just us and you. We'll call it 'Double
Duty Daddy'." Both girls giggled mightily and I
damn near drove off the road.
"Good name," I said. The more I thought about it,
the better it sounded.
It was eight in the evening before everyone settled
down in the family room. Questions were flying
everywhere and Susie and I were doing our best to
answer them. We had put Nita to bed; the poor kid
was so giddy that she was singing Cielito Lindo as
I half carried her up the stairs.
"Ay, ay, ay, ay....shh!" she kept saying when she
got too loud.
Actually, she had a pretty good voice. Maybe that
could be a selling point. You know; sing a
verse...suck a cock...sing a chorus...eat a
pussy...sing another verse...fuck a little...sing
the final verse and chorus to a rousing
ejaculation. Hell of a show, boy, we'll go on tour.
It had become clear, however, that we couldn't stay
where we were. Nita's father would want his
daughter back and the authorities would assist him,
no doubt. She told us of his friends, a tough bunch
of hard-drinking men who, in their younger days had
worked the fields of California and built strong
muscle as a result of the hard work.
They were proud and would not stand still for one
of their own being so soundly defeated by a gringo.
Now, they no longer worked the fields, no longer
worked at all, the government saw to that by
subsidizing them, so they had lots of time to drink
and think up mischief.
By the time I went to bed I already had the place
picked out. It was only a matter of preparing the
kids and then getting us all and the things we
wanted to take with us to our destination, our new
home.
Continued in part 7...
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