The Baby Makers (M/m+/f-teen, nc, exh, preg, work) 
by Phil Phantom (pp@philphantom.com)
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

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In a parallel universe this strange family give their 
young daughter to anyone who wants her. She's a pretty 
little thing and her mother sees the potential to get 
ahead at work by letting her boss "do" her little girl. 
Then one thing leads to another and soon she's sharing 
little Karen with the neighborhood.

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My husband and I were doing a terrible thing, but doing 
it very well to a sweet and innocent fifteen-year-old 
daughter who was being very mature about this 
considering we were doing this for money, and not a sum 
large enough to justify doing this to her for money. 
She allowed us to strip her naked, place her in a lewd 
and vulnerable position, there to endure the sexual 
assault of a rather large man who tore through her 
precious hymen then flooded her more precious womb with 
the seed of a detestable slime ball, and not for the 
ten thousand she was worth, nor half that, nor a third 
or quarter - one lousy thousand dollars.

We sold her virginity and tossed in her womb for a 
thousand measly dollars when selling it for ten 
thousand would have been a terrible thing to do. Twenty 
might have been acceptable, understandable, and 
justifiable. Fifty grand probably would have gotten her 
enthusiastic support. Fortunately, Karen is a practical 
child willing to help out. For fifty grand to fatten 
the family coffer, she might fuck a monkey on stage or 
star in a monkey-fuck video. She would be the first to 
admit that everything has its price. She would also be 
the first to admit that her sexy ass has a price and 
the womb was ten times whatever that amount was. In her 
mind, we sold her sexy ass for a lousy hundred bucks.

She was terribly disappointed, hardly enthusiastic, 
resigned to being bred like a bitch for a token sum of 
money, but we were dealing with a real tightwad, my 
employer, Tod Arnold, a man Karen calls Toad Armload, 
and with good reason. Tod Arnold was the child molester 
she had to tolerate. She dealt with him as she does 
toads and other creepy crawlies. As best she could, she 
avoided them and him. Sometimes, that wasn't possible. 
When avoidance wasn't possible, she experienced sexual 
molesting. Those who should have helped her acted 
helpless and watched. At least we never helped Tod, and 
without help, he could do just about everything except 
get his dick in a hole.

To get in any hole on Karen, he had to have a 
cooperative victim, and before that would happen, he 
needed cooperative parents, more cooperative than 
giving him opportunities and then staying out of it. A 
higher level of cooperation would cost him.

We were lucky to get a thousand out of Tod. He is used 
to getting what he wants from me in exchange for modest 
paychecks. That was a mitigating circumstance. That man 
could get it for free. The fact that we got anything 
was cause for celebration. We couldn't get Karen to 
jump up and down with us. She was too hung-up on what a 
bargain she was. In her world, anything cheap was. I'm 
sure she felt like a cheap whore.

In our family, which consists of five children, two 
sets of grand parents, uncles, aunts, and cousins 
galore on both sides, I am more a whore for Tod than a 
girl Friday. After ten years in his employ, and after 
bearing three bastards that look remarkably like toads, 
the secret and the reality were out and in general 
knowledge. No one knew that better than my two oldest, 
Jeff and Karen. She had to know she would eventually be 
in the position she was in if I remained in the 
position I was in. After ten years, I showed no sign of 
not loving my position. Mommy was on a career track. 
That was the resignation we saw.

Me, my husband, my employer, my kids, and quite a few 
of my extended family members have a unique 
relationship. My husband loves watching me fuck other 
men. My boss feels that sexual harassment is an 
employer's right, the number one perk, and an employee 
who accepts that has job security. I accept that, and I 
have five kids who are all voyeurs. One might call 
friends and extended family members' fans.

The chemistry was perfect or became perfect as soon as 
I could accept having sex in public. Sex had always 
been the most deeply personal and private of acts. Tod 
gradually turned my thinking around and did so by hook 
and crook. His thing was taking me to a private club to 
perform live sex acts on stage. I'm not talking about a 
booth with peep windows entertaining a handful of 
perverts, I mean on stage for a sex dinner theater 
entertaining fifty to sixty affluent couples while they 
drank, dined, and got sucked by the help. When I wasn't 
on stage, I was help on my knees. He video taped my 
performances and sent those tapes to my loved ones. In 
Jeff and Karen's case, he would arrive at my home to 
meet them coming home from school. When I arrived home 
an hour later, I often found Jeff and Karen watching me 
instead of cartoons.

Little by little, I had nothing to hide from anyone. 
Little by little, I developed a fan club. Many of the 
fans were awfully little. Little by little, my adult 
fans were in my adult audience seeing a live 
performance, taking their own videos to share with the 
little fans. The night I looked out and saw my parents 
in the audience, I almost died, but they turned out to 
be my biggest fans. For their hundred bucks per plate, 
they, like all the others I knew, wanted me on my 
knees.

For many months, I thought Tod was a Toad - a sick, 
degenerate, perverted toad. He put me through seven 
kinds of hell for a while. Today, I would much rather 
have an audience, and nothing is too private or too 
personal. My kids, my parents, my extended family, a 
few close friends, and my husband think sex in public 
is great, but we did have one who thought it was great 
for everyone except her.

Karen has always been the shy one, the blushing one, 
the embarrassed one, the one who usually watched from a 
distance but didn't want to miss anything. She was fine 
until she entered puberty. She then became very fine 
and kept getting finer. She never had an awkward stage. 
She became a woman the way a caterpillar turns into a 
butterfly - gradually, awe-inspiring, but never 
awkward. By the time she was fourteen, she had a fully 
developed young woman's body on a small scale. Little 
woman suited her quite well.

Puberty was when Tod took notice, and he noticed the 
first signs at age twelve. Her tit-buds caught his 
interest. They needed pinching and her cute fanny 
needed smacking. Each week he saw a girl getting sexier 
and fuller. We began seeing more of him. We also began 
seeing more of our shy and modest daughter - our 
budding woman/child. He used to pop in to mess with me; 
still does, but Karen got his attention first, like a 
warm-up act. She didn't warm to this unwelcome 
attention. For more than a year, the act warmed 
everyone except her, but he finally hit on something 
that seemed to warm her to a boil. Stripping her and 
spanking her was something he could manage on his own, 
so we saw an awful lot of that after her fourteenth 
birthday.

I wouldn't say Karen was easy to strip and spank, but 
she was easy to capture after getting a spanking that 
exposed everything she had and resulted in her getting 
thoroughly masturbated. That was some birthday 
spanking, one hell of a coming out party, and the 
thirty guests could not have been more impressed. They 
all agreed with Tod - a birthday spanking had to be 
delivered on a birthday suit. Tod had all the help he 
needed that day. Happy birthday sweet fourteen - with 
roughly fifty to grow on.

Karen received a thorough molesting that day. We saw 
orgasms that she couldn't hide very well or pretend on 
her own. She discovered that fingers other than her own 
feel totally different, and manly fingers feel so much 
better than little girl fingers. She discovered that 
having someone else masturbate you was a lot like 
having someone else tickle you, that trying to do it to 
yourself just isn't the same.
When a girl first makes that surprising discovery, she 
becomes easy to touch, and she will get over her 
shyness if you keep her legs far apart long enough. I 
do believe that discovery made Karen easier to capture. 
That used to be the hard part, just getting hold of 
her, but she stopped trying to escape, would not get 
behind a locked door, and would not exit the house 
through a window. He simply had to go get her, drag her 
out to where we all waited, then strip her and do his 
nasty thing while we took videos for friends who 
couldn't be present. The videotaping bothered her, but 
a large live audience bothered her much more. Even with 
a large live audience on-hand, she was only difficult 
when he attempted penetration with his rather large 
cock. Part of the problem is, she has no rather large 
holes. The Largest one has teeth.

After fifteen months of watching these twice-weekly 
assaults, seeing countless failed attempts at 
penetration, we all wanted to see the attempts not 
fail. Jack was first to admit it. When he could; I 
could. Grandparents were quick to follow suit. Uncles, 
aunts, and cousins demanded penetration. Her brothers 
and sisters didn't need to admit it. We knew whom they 
were cheering on. Her brothers were thirteen and nine 
with two sisters who were eight and six. They all 
wanted to see Karen fucked.

They love fucking but were tired of seeing me fuck. 
They never tired of my sucking, but the fucking was 
getting old. Karen was choice meat, tight stuff. That 
had to be good, and a desire to watch her suck a man's 
cock to orgasm then swallow was the choicest and least 
likely to ever go down without a weapon being used.

Karen knew we were getting off on these assaults. She 
knew she had her own fan club and had to know where the 
act was headed, so she wasn't too surprised when Jack 
and I sat her down and told her the facts of life. The 
fact was, she could no longer put this off. Tod had to 
have it, have it all, and agreed to pay. We accepted 
his offer, and there must be no more resistance. I 
can't say she took that news well, but she did take it 
with resignation. She accepted that we had that right. 
We got her to agree to that at the onset. Only then did 
we tell her what we did. She had to accept that with 
resignation and offer Tod that which he had purchased.

When the time came, she took her fucking like a sold 
whore - took it with resignation, but took it 
nonetheless. I also detected a bit of relief. The 
waiting was finally over, and the experience wasn't as 
bad as she imagined, mostly because her first was 
limited to Tod and immediate family. Penetration was 
difficult, but she did adjust. Tod didn't give her his 
usual brutish fucking. He wanted her to like it. He 
tried not to hurt her. We were all thankful for that. 
The surprise was how well she could eventually take his 
full cock. Her little pussy made a snug home for that 
massive cudgel, which came as a big surprise to us, but 
a much bigger surprise to the owner of the pussy.

For this ritual fucking, we had Karen kneel at the edge 
of the sofa with her head down and pressed into the 
sofa back where the seat cushions meet the back, with 
Jack and I seated at each side stroking her to help 
keep her calm. Tod stood at her ass and worked his dick 
into her vulnerable pussy with the kids gathered all 
around him with good views of the fucking. Jack and I 
got good views by leaning forward, looking in from left 
and right. After Tod got all ten inches in and used 
them in a full stroke, that was quite a view. That was 
also one hell of a slobbery-wet pussy, giving one 
indication as to how well she was taking this new type 
of sexual molesting.

She gave very little outward sign, but the body 
language eventually told the tale of a body that liked 
getting deeply fucked by a big cock. She took a fucking 
from a serious cock that meant serious business in that 
it was fucking to make a baby. He had that right; we 
sold him that right; she offered up fertile pussy he 
could cum in because we had the right. This was a 
breeding, not just a fucking. She didn't take that news 
well at all, but, in time, that pussy appeared thirsty 
for sperm.

I must say I enjoyed this much more than I thought I 
would. Jack loved playing with her tits. I was more 
into her adorable little pussy. I had never touched her 
there, but couldn't resist and brought my hand in from 
underneath to work her clit. My hand had a dramatic 
effect and got her pussy moving so well that Tod had to 
stop moving or start cumming, and he wanted this first 
fuck to last. Karen wanted that wad deep in her hungry 
pussy. She got up on her elbows to give her daddy 
better access to her titties and to get a better stroke 
on the cock. We soon had her fucking like a horny 
whore.

We never dreamed we would get a result like that out of 
Karen. She always did her best not to be too 
entertaining, acting putout, acting molested, insulted, 
used and abused, forced into showbiz. This was not at 
all like the Karen we all knew. This was the Karen we 
all wanted - Karen the uninhibited slut. We weren't 
sure there was such a thing, but we now had one who 
seemed to love the fucking, the audience, and audience 
participation. She especially loved what Jack and I 
were doing to her, but we weren't the only ones taking 
liberties. All four siblings had hands on her body. In 
all, fourteen hands roamed that girl's body, each vying 
for choice space to roam.

I had no difficulty making her cum. With fourteen hands 
tickling her and a big cock deep in her pussy, she was 
as hot as a freshly fucked fox in a forest fire. The 
girl was a mass of hair triggers all being tripped. Tod 
couldn't hold off against all that motion, so he gave 
in, took her by the hips, and pumped her full of cum. 
That blew her mind. That pussy did suck a dick - chewed 
it, sucked it, then milked it. She had enough semen in 
her to impregnate her entire sophomore class, and she 
still wanted more.

I had mixed feelings about getting my daughter pregnant 
just for shits and giggles, but the guys had no mixed 
feelings. Karen's brother, Jeff, was also a cum 
squirter, eager to join this project. Surprisingly, 
Jack wanted in on it, too. We hadn't discussed this, 
but they had their dicks at the ready waiting on Tod's 
okay. When Tod eased out, he offered pussy to Jeff. You 
never saw a boy fuck a sister so quickly with a father 
urging him to hurry. Karen barely had time to adjust to 
the idea of a brother fucking her when she had to 
adjust to the idea of a father fucking her. She did 
adjust and ended up chewing, sucking, and milking his 
dick, too.

We had us a fucking whore with all the bashful fucked 
out of her. We also had a very messy whore. I never saw 
such a fucking mess. I picked her up and carried her 
into the bathroom, put her in the shower, then stripped 
down and got in with her. Poor thing, could hardly do 
anything for herself, but that's what mommies are for. 
I sure didn't feel like a mommy. I felt rather like a 
finicky lesbian with a filthy little slut to get 
squeaky clean, but once I got her squeaky clean, I ate 
the sexy little bitch the way a lesbian would in a 
shower.

Her Toad went down on her every chance he got, so her 
pussy was no stranger to a mouth, but Mommy knew how to 
do it better. I wasn't sure she'd be comfortable with 
me doing it, but she was quite comfortable, at least as 
comfortable having sex with her mother as she was 
having sex with her father. I took that as a good sign. 
Oh, the possibilities we never dreamed. I went ahead 
and shaved her pussy because her father likes them 
shaved and her mommy prefers hairless pussy.

After the shower, we kept her naked. She had no 
objection, though she was back to acting like a 
molestation victim, now with a shaved bald pussy. She 
must like playing that role. At least she played a 
resigned victim, and when her brother wanted more 
pussy, he simply had more. Tod knocked off another 
piece before leaving, and Jack got some ass right after 
he left. She was so accommodating and in such a good 
position, I took a seat at her head, took her by the 
ears, and brought her face between my legs. While Jack 
fucked ass, I fucked face. May as well. If she could 
play victim, we could certainly play our roles. I was 
as much a molester as any of the others.

That bothered me a bit, but only in the beginning. I 
can tell when a girl likes a good face fuck. I did not 
force her to bring her tongue into play. The girl liked 
pussy, or she liked my pussy, or liked being used by 
pussy. Whatever the case, I got licked and sucked to 
orgasm, then licked thoroughly. I liked girl cum, too, 
so I could relate. Gotta get all of that yummy girl 
cum.

We took Karen to bed with us that night and turned in 
early. She came along without a whimper. We played 
child molester and had ourselves a ball. She continued 
playing victim and had herself a merry old time. She 
played her part very well except as orgasm approached 
and washed over her. She'd lose it for a bit, but then 
get it back only to lose it again.

More and more we could see that Karen wanted to play 
that game more and more. The more we acted like real 
child molesters, the better she liked it, so one night 
when she couldn't seem to get enough, we bound her 
hands behind her back with a necktie then turned her 
over to the kids so that they could have some fun with 
her. That was like turning a crippled gazelle over to a 
pack of wild dogs. We thought we had been molesting 
her. We were amateurs. At least she could still walk 
after we finished with her.

I couldn't watch that. I had to trust that Karen was 
having a good time at the mercy of siblings and cousins 
who had none. She must have, because she never whined 
about being trussed and turned over to the brat pack. 
Those sessions were hardest on me. I never felt like a 
true child molester until I began subjecting Karen to 
the lust of her fellow children. A pack of ten or more 
was the norm when six was excessive, difficult to 
control, and impossible to satisfy. A full pack was 
eighteen. For those, I had to leave the house and take 
a long walk.

By the time Karen turned sixteen, she was still playing 
her victim role, but playing it nine months pregnant, 
due any day. She blew out sixteen candles in her 
birthday suit with every member of the family present 
and roughly twenty friends of family or buddies of Tod. 
She also invited a dozen of her close friends, the ones 
who knew what she was and wouldn't be shocked to see 
her have a birthday party in her birthday suit - again. 
We had close to one hundred on-hand. Only half were 
adults.

We were a true fan club by this time. We wanted to 
throw her a real party, not a molest-the-birthday girl 
orgy. Christ, the poor thing was about to pop. We 
wanted to love her, praise her, and shower her with 
gifts for being such a great sport about all this, the 
pregnancy especially. She not only stayed barefoot, she 
was mostly nude and in bondage throughout her 
pregnancy. The kid was one hell of a good sport. We all 
had fun at her expense, even her close friends who got 
a big kick out of bringing over their close friends to 
see their close friend in pregnant bondage. They all 
fucked her or fucked her with something. Of course they 
wrote shit on her body, mostly on the big belly like a 
cast on a broken leg. We all had fun at her expense, 
but enough was enough.

Karen and I finally had to talk about it. That was a 
talk that was long overdue. She didn't want no dumb 
birthday party, didn't want no praise, didn't want no 
presents. I didn't want no orgy in my back yard, not 
with those numbers. We arrived at a compromise - a 
regular birthday party in her birthday suit - which, by 
the way, was littered with filthy graffiti as most 
liked using the indelible marking pens.

With that group, that party went over very well. 
Naturally, she suffered some abuse. The kids were 
impossible, and Tod was an asshole. He just had to fuck 
her in the ass after giving her the birthday spanking. 
I thought that was uncalled for, but that as a big hit. 
I allowed one butt-fucking but made the line dissolve. 
It was a good thing I did, because the butt fucking 
broke her water and she went into labor. The little 
bastard was born on her birthday while still in her 
birthday suit. The staff found that amusing.

As much as she didn't want a baby, once she had one, 
she couldn't imagine life without one. They were 
inseparable. The big thing became stopping by to watch 
a nude mother nurse in bondage. The child nursed while 
the mother got fucked. Karen now got to play victim 
mother.

Karen never tired of the victim games, and neither did 
her fans. We have kept her barefoot and pregnant all 
through high school. By the time she graduated, she was 
the mother of four with another on the way, and in that 
time, I gave birth to three more. We were up to our 
tits in dirty diapers. The games weren't fun anymore. 
We resigned at the same time and became a team of 
mothers. For a while, it was fun, but all good things 
must come to an end. Guys think we can just keep 
pumping out babies. Guys are like that because they 
only pump them in. They are the baby makers; we are the 
baby raisers. If the shoe were on the other foot, I 
assure you, freeways wouldn't be so crowded.

The End