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I woke up the next morning to find two lovely baby girls snuggled up against
me. This was a normal morning for me back in Korea but that was 15 years ago.
Since then I'd gone to college, had a failed business, started a few careers,
and fucked a few little girls. I couldn't go back to the old neighborhood and
start up again with Sandra and Cyndi because of my parents. Besides they'd be
too old for me by now. After my "exile" I was weary of approaching little girls
myself.
Before I had Sandra and Cyndi do the hunting for me but now I was alone. I'd
had some successes over the years but I'd had some close calls too. It wasn't
until I met Jane that I had access to steady preteen pussy in the form of her
daughter Krista. Then Mr. Shaw entered my life. I was determined to prove
myself to him so I could reap all the benefits of his organization. Unlimited
underaged pussy forever. At 7:00AM I received a call from Mr. Shaw's office
telling me to have Emma and Krista ready for pick-up at 8:00AM.
"Why Krista?"
I was informed that she was to start classes at the Elite School, per Mr. Shaw,
and today was student orientation and room assignment. I was to come in the
afternoon for a tour, parent counseling, and official enrollment. There was no
packing to do as the school supplied everything. The girls knew before I did.
Emma already knew about orientation and told Krista about her school, minus the
sex training as I asked. Krista loved school and was excited about this new
"sleep-away school." I wasn't thrilled about not having Krista around 24/7 but
if she came out of it knowing what Niki and Emma knew it would be worth it.
"Sweetheart, I didn't get a chance to tell you before this but you'll be
starting school at the Fitzwalter Academy today."
"I know Daddy. Emma told me about the school and I'm so excited. She says I
have to sleep there. Is that true?"
"Yes Baby, it is. But I'll come visit every weekend and we'll go to the movies
or the park. What ever you want. The teachers here are the best and you already
met Miss Sherwood, the Headmistress, that day on the subway, remember? And you
know Emma."
"Krista won't see me too much. I go to the regular school and Krista's going to
the Elite School."
"Well I'll talk to someone so that you two get to spend time together. Now
Emma, could you leave us alone for a minute?"
As Emma closed the door behind her I told Krista to undress. If I wasn't going
to see her until the weekend I wanted one good fuck to hold me over.
"Baby, this is a special school and besides your regular lessons like at your
old school, they'll teach you how to fuck in exciting new ways. They have my
permission to do this and you have to do what they say. Understand?"
"But you're the only one I want to........"
"UNDERSTAND?"
"Yes Daddy."
"That's my good girl. Now lets have one good fuck before you leave."
I had her lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide.
"Lift them up and grab them behind your knees."
I crawled between them and put my cock to her fuck hole. No foreplay. No time.
Just a down and dirty fuck. Nestled between Krista's thighs I suddenly felt so
safe and secure. After all the legs I found myself between last night hers were
like a cradle to me. Looking down at her face, into her deep blue eyes I felt
so loved. And to think, last night I foolishly considered a life without her.
Replacing her with a parade of nameless, faceless little pussies. I lost sight
of what I found in Krista. I have love with her where with all the others, past
and future, I just have lust. I sunk my prick into her with one slow push so I
could savor it. My Angel lifted her hips up to meet me. As good as the little
girls were last night they didn't compare. Time was short so, as much as I
wanted to take my time, I began slamming her cunt hard. So much so that her
legs slipped from her hands. Quickly I scooped them up and placed her heels on
my shoulders. Bent practically in half she took my full length and asked for
more.
"Fuck me daddy. Harder, harder. Give it to me."
Those words from my baby girl rang in my ears like church bells, loud and pure.
I did as she pleaded and fucked her harder. Her heels dug into my collarbone as
I folded her in two. Still dressed in her black outfit from last night it
included her black 3 inch heels which were now digging into my skin. My fault
for insisting she wear shoes to bed. At home she wears soft ballet slippers and
I'm sure she packed them but last night we just slept in what we had on at the
time. Though painful, the fact that I was fucking her this early while she wore
that sexy black outfit made it all the more exciting.
Emma was standing in the doorway in her rumpled school uniform watching as I
pounded my meat into Krista. One hand was holding her skirt up while the other
was buried in her twat. How I wished I had time to fuck her too. As it was I
was pushing it by fucking Krista now on such a busy morning. Yet I couldn't
help myself. It would be 5 days before I could enter her sweet body again and
that thought was unbearable. If I was ever to cum I had to push those thoughts
out of my mind and just fuck. So fuck I did. Her cunt was as tight as a
clenched fist. It sent shivers up and down my spine with each stroke. Her
breathing grew erratic and short. Bent like she was Krista couldn't catch a
decent breath. She was suffocating.
I hadn't noticed until now that her lips were slightly blue. I might as well
have been choking her or holding a plastic bag over her head. God forgive my
but it was exciting. And that she didn't ask me to stop or try to push me off
was even more exciting. This was the ultimate submission. She placed her life
in my hands and left it up to me whether she lived or died. Lucky for her my
orgasm reached its climax and my cum spilled into her womb. I rolled over,
taking her along with me, my cock still imbedded in her cunt. At long last she
pulled a deep breath and color slowly returned to her face.
Krista was still dizzy when she got off the bed. Luckily Emma was there to help
dress her and clean her up before the car arrived to take them to school.
Krista had recovered enough to perform her bathroom regimen so I had Emma suck
my cock clean. It was hard to keep from raping her. Something about girls in
school uniforms flips a switch in my brain. They're meant to kill
individuality, to create a sense of equality, of oneness. To people in the
"vanilla world" schoolgirls are perceived to be innocent and pure but I knew
better.
When I was younger I knew a Catholic School girl named Margie. Smart and
beautiful in one package. My parents loved her. Always polite and cheerful. She
and her circle of girlfriends were always well behaved and proper young ladies
for the Nuns at school but as soon as they turned the corner the shirts got
unbuttoned to display their bras and tits, the waistbands of the skirts were
rolled up so the hems were barely hiding their asses. The oxford shoes came
off, switched for "fuck me stilettos" hidden in their school bags. Packs of
Marlboros too along with flasks with vodka or whiskey. Innocent my ass.
Margie was a slut who fucked me, my friends, a few teachers, and her younger
brother. She "popped his cherry" during a party at my best friend's house while
a crowd watched. Whores, every one of them. You can't force all that libido and
sexuality to remain bottle up inside a plaid jumper and kneesocks. Margie was
my first fuck. I was 15 and she was 18. Guess she liked younger boys. Her
brother Charlie was 14. That was before I realized my preference for preteen
girls, though now that I think back Margie was small for her age and
flatchested.
Today the combination of a young girl and a school uniform is like waving a red
cape in front of a bull. It makes me want to charge and Emma is the matador.
Her uniform was wrinkled and stained with cum but there was no time to wash it.
She still looked sexy. Maybe more than usual with the dried cum on her clothes,
resting on her knees between my feet with my cock in her mouth. This wasn't a
blowjob per say. She was gently sucking the remaining cum from my dick and
lavishing it with soft caresses with her tongue. My self-control was waning and
I was about to pull her up onto the bed and munch on her pussy but then my
phone rang. It was the driver announcing his arrival. It was 8:00AM sharp. The
rest was a blur. The girls ran around finding their shoes, putting them on,
giving me hurried kisses, and then I was alone.
Time to get my shit together. First order of business was a trip to Long Island
with Grace Talbot to inspect one of our newly purchased Adult Boutiques. She
arrived promptly at 9:00AM as scheduled in a classic light blue Bentley
Continental Fastback, a 1954 maybe. Obviously this business was profitable.
Stepping out of the car to greet me I was struck by how sexy she was completely
dressed. I mean, the night before I'd seen her completely naked, fucking and
sucking cock and cunt like a cheap Hunt's Point whore. Yet dressed in a khaki
skirt with a brown braided leather belt and pale yellow cotton blouse she had
me more excited than when I first saw her with her father. Around her neck was
a tiger striped kerchief covering her black leather dog collar. You all know me
by now so here it comes. Her legs were bare and her shoes were brown ballerina
flats with small gold buckles.
"Good morning Grace. You look beautiful."
"Thank you Guy. You're looking pretty good yourself."
She was lying. I was wearing jeans, sneakers, a black tee topped with a Yankees
jersey. Nothing "looking pretty good" about it. My favorite ensemble to be
sure, but she was still lying. Trying to be cute I made a movie quote.
"What this old thing? I only wear it when I don't care what I look like."
"OOH, Gloria Graham, 'It's A Wonderful Life', 1946."
A movie buff. I was impressed. It would be an interesting drive. Also
impressive was how she drove this car. For those who aren't classic car lovers,
the Bentley Continental Fastback was no little sports car though for Bentley it
was their sportiest model. Large, heavy, but powerful, Grace took us through
NYC traffic like a cab driver. Dodging and weaving her way down the streets
like a hockey player darting towards the opposing goal. No automatic either.
Her feet were kept busy braking and double clutching like Mario Andretti on a
road course. They must have been heavy to operate too because her legs were
really pushing down hard. And oh those legs. Most New York girls have great
legs from all the fast paced walking they do and Grace was no exception. All
the pedal work caused her skirt to inch its way up her thighs and my eyes were
glued.
Finally through the Midtown Tunnel and through Queens we were cruising to
Suffolk County and the Adult Boutique. It was a beautiful day for a drive. I'm
old enough to remember when people would pile into the family car and just go
for a drive in the country. We had the windows rolled down and the wind was
whipping around us like a hurricane. It felt great. Grace's blonde hair was
worn up at the party last night but loose today. It was shorter than I imagined
and the wind blew it around the edges of her face so that it looked like a
golden halo. The strong easterly sun shined through her thin cotton blouse and
highlighted her lacy white bra. Very sexy. We didn't bother with the stereo
since it wouldn't be heard over the wind noise anyway. The wind blowing, her
legs working, the sun shining through her blouse and hair, fugedabauwdit. I
didn't get to fuck her last night but today was a new day.
We finally arrived but it wasn't where I expected it to be. Instead of a
shopping district or entertainment area. We were in an industrial section full
of machine shops and warehouses. I didn't immediately spot the shop. Grace had
to point it out. It was just a single door along a industrial strip with a
printing shop on one side and a tool wholesaler on the other. Just a door with
a little one way mirrored pane. No window display, no flashy sign, nothing to
attract attention. It wasn't a secret. The shop had a business license and paid
taxes like any other business in the county. It was just discreet. The letters
on the door spelled out "American Adult Boutiques" in small letters on the
mirrored glass. That was it. Oh, and there was a door bell.
As low key as it appeared there was more to it than meets the eye. Above the
door, in the awning, was a tiny camera that captured anyone at the door. Though
the shop was closed this day I could see there was a security post inside where
someone would screen people before they entered and occasionally refuse
admittance. The entrance hall had 2 steel doors, one outer and one inner,
locked by solenoid dead bolts and powerful electro-magnets. You were buzzed
through the second door by another guard. Grace said the two doors could never
be opened together except in case of fire. One of her father's businesses was a
jewelry wholesale store and he copied their security system for his adult
shops. Grace pulled what seemed like a car remote fob and the door unlocked.
Same for the second one. Now we were inside and she flipped the lights on.
As invisible as the shop was from the outside it was bright and gaudy on the
inside. I'd be changing that. I wanted these shops to attract an upscale
clientele. I'd take anyone's money mind you but for the new direction I had in
mind for the shops the prices would go up. Grace told me that her father said
to show me everything. So far it was pretty much standard for any adult store.
The book section, the DVDs, the novelties and clothing, the viewing booths and
the adult show stage. But there was more. Much more. The Child Porn section was
downstairs. More security doors. Neatly arranged rows of books and videos, all
produced my Mr. Shaw's group. For a price there were viewing booths where twice
a month little girls were brought in from the Trade School for live sex shows
with school staff. They got paid to fuck the girls but the girls got nothing.
The customers paid a lot to see the shows but never got to touch the girls.
They were separated from the action by a plexiglas wall. All they could do was
beat their meat or pay one of the strippers from the adult show to suck them
off. The shop took a percentage of anything they made. This might change too. I
felt there was a market for direct contact. Fucking. The very rich could have
young pussy anytime. They had the means to pay for them and hidden places to
use them far from the eyes of family and acquaintances. But what about the
"just rich" who couldn't? They had the money to pay for the girls but had
nowhere to keep them? Snoopy friends and tight family that kept them on a short
leash. Seeing how large this place was got my brain going. We could provide the
girls and a club to abuse them in. I'd have to have Doug go over the books and
help me with the business plan but I felt it was doable.
Grace next showed me the child sex show stage. Onstage was a cushioned platform
with sex toys scattered about. Vibrators, dildoes, cuffs, straps, blindfolds,
gags, floggers, canes, and more. In the floor and ceiling were attachment
points for chains and ropes. I decided I'd seen enough of the shop. Now it was
time to see some of Grace.
"You did say your father told you to show me everything, right?"
"Yes he did."
"Good, then I'd like you to show me how these cuffs work."
"I don't understand."
"Just come stand in front of me and you will."
Grace did as told. I may be a pedophile but that doesn't mean I'm not attracted
by grown women and she was certainly a beautiful one. I took her by the wrist
and wrapped it with a leather cuff. Same for the other one. I clipped them
together, raised her arms over her head, and hooked them to a chain hanging
from the ceiling. Pulling the other end of the chain worked a winch that lifted
Grace off the floor a few inches. She neither resisted nor made any sound. Her
father had been using her for his pleasure since she was a baby so she knew
what was coming.
Looking over the goodies on the platform I picked up a blindfold and covered
her eyes. Next came a gag. There were several to choose from but one caught my
eye. Black rubber and shaped like a short fat cock I pushed it past her red
lips and fastened it tightly behind her head. I sat on the cushions to admire
her. God she was beautiful. All stretched out as she was nicely accentuated her
already slim figure. Her ass was nice and round and the tight skirt hugged it
like a second skin. Her legs, so long and lean looked even longer dangling like
they were, her toes barely brushing the floor. Grace's breasts were normally
medium sized, maybe a b-cup, and nicely shaped like ripe pears but hanging by
her arms they were stretched and flattened into small A-cup sized fleshy
mounds. They made her look younger than her 21 years.
Unable to wait any longer I got up and silently walked over to her, having
removed my shoes so not to make any noise. I didn't want her to hear me coming.
I was taller than her so even raised as she was we stood eye to eye. I circled
her to take her in from all around. She didn't have a "good side". It was all
perfect. Finally I laid my hands on her face. Even with the blindfold and gag
she was beautiful. Maybe more so. She flinched at my touch and a small bead of
sweat ran from her hairline and down her forehead. Nervous maybe? After all I
was a stranger to her and she didn't know what to expect from me. I smelled her
underarms. Through the deodorant I could detect her increasing body odor. Fear
perhaps? At first all I wanted to do was to touch her, feel her body, and fuck
her hanging. But now the germ of a new idea entered my brain.
On the platform were floggers and canes among other tools of discipline and
punishment. I wasn't even going to remove her clothes before but now I needed
her naked. Grabbing her collar with both hands I gave a fierce yank and ripped
the blouse open from neck to waist. Her skimpy bra, while appearing flimsy and
easy to rip needed help from my pocket knife before releasing her tits. The
urge to bite them was overwhelming so naturally I did...hard, feeling the meat
under the skin give. I left red marks around her nipples and neck. The great
thing about adult women is how much physical abuse they can take unlike
delicate little girls. They just don't damage as quickly. I couldn't have done
that to Krista without breaking the skin and drawing blood. Now Grace knew what
to expect from me.
To complete the destruction of her blouse I stepped behind her, grabbed the
shirt tails and ripped them apart. My knife cut the remaining bits until she
was naked from the waist up. Oddly enough I chose to undo her skirt instead of
cutting it. In the back of my mind I must have thought she had to have
something to wear home. Like a proper slave she wasn't wearing panties under
it. The shoes remained on her feet. My revulsion of toes hadn't changed though
I did notice her feet were bare last night and quite pretty. Running my hands
down her body was a joy. There was very little fat on this woman and where
there was only made her figure better. I hate those women that diet themselves
sick and exercise too much. Their faces turn hollow and gaunt. Ribs and hips
poke out. Their hands and feet get all veiny with tendons showing. Sara Jessica
Parker immediately comes to mind. Disgusting. Grace was hard where she should
be hard and soft where she should be soft.
Like I said before, perfect. Her cunt was plump and bare. Upon closer
inspection it was wet too. She had already begun to juice up. It was a silent
invitation. Sliding my hand up the inside of her legs I reached her cunt, but I
didn't stop. Like a spear I pushed my hand up inside her pussy. Well, 4 fingers
of it anyway. That got her attention as I heard a loud moan escape past her
gag. I drew back and gave her another strong push. And another, and another,
and another. She screamed at the last one. That was enough of that for now. A
short walk to the platform and I came back with the flogger. I lifted it up to
her ear and gave it a shake. The rustling of the leather strips told her what
was next. But where? Her tits? Her ass? What about her back? I couldn't decide,
so I asked her.
"Grace my love, where should I put this? Your tits?"
Her response was muffled but recognizable.
"No Master."
"Then your ass?"
"Yes Master."
"Thank you Grace. You've been a big help."
The sound of a flogging is like an opera. The rustle of the leather choir as
the conductor moves to the ready. The air rushing out of its way as the choir
travels through its arc. The kisses of a hundred contacts to the skin. The aria
of pain from the Prima Dona. Overture, First Movement, Second, Crescendo,
Curtain..... Opera.
Grace's ass turned pink, then red, then streaks of blue appeared. I stopped. It
was a long drive back to The City and she'd be sitting the whole way. Pain when
administered was pleasurable but later it was just painful. Besides I had other
plans for that ass. By this time she was crying and her breathing had turned
labored, so I unfastened the gag and pulled the short fat cock from her mouth.
A flood of saliva poured from her mouth as she fought to take in more air. It
ran off her chin and down her neck and chest. I gave her a minute. Then I
slapped her tortured ass hard with my bare hand. She wailed like I had shot
her.
"Where's your gratitude Cunt? I removed your gag and you didn't thank me. I
should give your back a turn."
"Forgive me Master. Thank you for removing my gag. Please don't hit me anymore.
I beg you. Do anything else you want to me but don't hit me anymore."
"Anything?"
"Yes anything Master."
I worked the winch and lowered her to the floor. It took her a little while to
stand again. The flogging had sucked the strength from her legs. I unhooked her
from the chain but left her cuffed. Taking the blindfold off her eyes I
whispered in her ear.
"Show me the movies your father made of you when you were a little girl."
"What?"
I slapped her ass again.
"Men like your father love to record their girls when they get fucked. I want
to see you get fucked when you were 8 or 9 years old. Show me."
"They're not here Master. Father keeps them at home."
"Then take me there."
We got dressed. Grace wore my beloved Yankee jersey to replace the blouse I
destroyed. It was a short drive to her home. We entered and I ordered her to
find the videos. She showed me her father's library. There must have been
several hundred DVDs, all of him and Grace. From the age of 1 until the
present. Twenty years of abuse. I was immediately hard just thinking about what
was on those disks. Bob was a very organized man and all the volumes were
labeled with the year, her age, and "the cast". It seems Bob was a generous man
and shared his girls with friends and family. I say girls because Grace's
mother was listed on most of the volumes until Grace was 14. I guess she died.
Pity.
"Show me one from when you were 8 years old. Just you and your father. And take
off my jersey before you get it dirty."
Grace selected one from the hundreds and popped it on the player. On the large
plasma TV screen appeared the title, "Grace's 8th Birthday". Just a day over 7
years old. Such a great age for fucking. It opened as a typical little girl's
party would, with singing "Happy Birthday" and the blowing out of the candles.
Then there was the opening of presents but oh what presents. First there was a
double headed dildo from Mommy. Then came a Jasmine costume from Daddy. Next
was a strap-on harness with various cocks and attachments from Mommy. Assorted
lubes and oils, ben-wa balls, ass-plugs, vibrators, and finally from Daddy, a
life sized rubber cock cast from Daddy's own with a hollow center for a
vibrator. Oh there were other ordinary presents like Video Games, CDs, and
DVDs. Pretty outfits and dresses. Wall posters and colored glass window beads.
She was one happy little birthday girl. Little Grace gathered some of her
presents and ran off screen.
Mommy noticed Dad's raging hard-on and relieved him with her mouth. I felt like
a Peeping Tom spying through a window at this ordinary family. Dad was dressed
in cotton PJs and Mom in her long sleeping gown. Nothing sexy. It could have
been the Cleaver Household except for "June's" lips tightly pursed around Dad's
cock. She was a talented cocksucker from what I saw. It didn't take long before
Bob pulled his cock out and spewed his cum all over her face.
It was a decent load too. What didn't get scooped up by her long tongue she
just wore like a mask. Bob said something I didn't quite hear but soon after
Mom pulled her gown over her head and wiped her face clean with it. Tossing it
aside she lay back and spread her legs. She had a bush but it was short and
neatly trimmed. Being a blonde like her daughter the hair was of a light color
and very fine. So much so that it was practically invisible. Bob lowered his
face between her thighs and started eating. By the looks on his wife's face he
was very good at it. I guess if you stay with the same woman long enough you
get familiar with her body and learn what she likes. I wouldn't know having
never had a long term relationship with any woman. Soon Mom was riding the
crest of a rolling orgasmic wave. She had to tap Bob's head to get him to ease
up. He lay there lapping up her nectar as Grace returned.
Except it wasn't Grace. She was now Princess Jasmine from Disney's Aladdin
movie. This wasn't an "off the rack" costume. It looked custom made. Very
professional looking. It also came with a crown and bejeweled slippers with
modest heels. Along with the change of clothes she took time to put on some
make-up. Thick black eyeliner with blue eye shadow. Black mascara finished the
eyes. Her cheeks wore a reddish powder and her lips were dressed with deep red
lipstick. She added a black beauty mark near the corner of her mouth and dusted
herself with glitter. I'm not sure if Disney's Jasmine looked like that but
this one did. Their Jasmine didn't carry a big rubber cock in her hand either.
She began to dance for her parents. Twirling and shaking her hips trying to do
a belly dance, she'd put the cock in her mouth and then stick it between her
thighs. It was a little clumsy but very cute. One thing she did was way beyond
cute. Grace had an extraordinary control of her stomach muscles and could make
them roll like a wave on the ocean. It was hypnotic. Grace was sitting next to
me on the sofa.
"Can you still do that?"
She stood and began to roll her belly. It undulated like there was something
inside her trying to break out. It was amazing. Like my own private freak show
she showed me her other talents like how she could fold her tongue into
different shapes, wiggle her ears, and flex her legs, fingers, and arms. Grace
was double jointed.
The video played on. Jasmine stopped dancing and asked her King for his wish.
The King told her to fuck her self with the magic cock. Sitting on the floor at
his feet Jasmine spread open her legs to reveal an opening in her costume. It
was crotchless, opened from pussy to asshole. The Princess took a small bottle
of oil and spread it over the head of her King's rubber cock. The pink rubber
glistened. Setting the oil aside she placed the head of the rubber cock at her
fuck hole and pushed. Slowly her cunt lips parted as the rubber invader made
its way inside her body. Bob took the camera and repositioned it for a better
view, focusing it so both her cunt and her face filled the frame. Grace
grimaced as she pushed deeper. I could see the flesh stretching and straining
to accept the cock. Moans from her mouth proved how much it was hurting her but
she didn't stop. She had at least 5 inches of the full 7 inside her before she
quit. Laying her arms out at her sides revealed that she had stuffed the hollow
with a large vibrator. Large enough to make the rubber cock bigger than it
normally was. That was why she had so much trouble taking it up her pussy.
After a short breather the Princess began to pump it in and out of her hole.
Her face alternated from happy to hurt with every stroke. The King spoke.
"Come and sit on my lap my sweet Jasmine."
I could see Mom's hand enter the frame as she pulled the rubber cock from her
daughter's pussy. The camera followed Jasmine as Mom adjusted the view. This
time the screen was filled with Jasmine and her King as the little girl took
her place on his lap. The royal cock was wet and shiny. I guess he'd been
polishing it as he watched the little Princess on the floor struggling with
"his engorged cock". Mom re-entered the frame, still naked but now holding the
double headed cock in her hand. Sitting at her husband's feet, facing the King
and Princess she inserted one end of the long snake of a dildo into her pussy.
Meanwhile the King lifted his Princess over his real cock and lowered her back
down so it was now pressing against her asshole. Slowly but surely it
disappeared up her ass until her butt rested against his pubes. Now it was
Mom's turn as she reinserted the rubber cock her daughter was using on the
floor into that tiny pussy. Only Mom wasn't as slow and gentle as Jasmine had
been. With one quick shove Jasmine had the full 7 inches. Now it was Grace, not
Jasmine that screamed. Father and mother began to push and pull their
instruments in and out of their daughter. Grace winced and screamed
intermittently with the occasional moan of pleasure. It was hard to look at but
at the same time I found it extremely exciting. I looked over at Grace and she
was rapidly rubbing her clit. That's when I realized I had been rubbing my cock
through my jeans. I unzipped and released my cock from my pants.
"Sit on my lap. I want my cock up your ass."
She started to take off the skirt.
"No. Leave it on. Just hike it up. I want you now!"
Pulling her skirt up and with her back turned she started lowering herself.
"No. Turn around. I want to see your face while I fuck you."
As instructed she faced me, straddled my hips, and impaled herself on my rigid
meat. I watched her face as she accepted my cock into her bowels but there
wasn't much expression. Grabbing 2 handfuls of her tortured ass I squeezed.
That brought some life to her face.
"Master?"
"Shut the fuck up and start riding me like you're enjoying it. I don't care
whether you are or not but convince me that you are."
On the screen Bob wasn't having my problem. Little Grace's face was full of
expression. Whether she liked what was being done to her or not Grace started
to cum. Her body had accepted the pain and turned it into pleasure. Though they
seemed not to care how they were hurting their little girl it all had a
purpose. Once Grace came off her orgasm her father spoke.
"Grace, you're not a baby anymore. You're 8 years old now and we can't baby you
anymore. You have to learn that life is hard and painful. It's up to you to
turn bad to good and pain into pleasure. This was your first lesson. We hurt
you because we love you. It won't always be this way but be prepared. It will
be sometimes."
I wasn't sure about their methods but the lesson rang true. Grace was
expressing much better now. Sliding her asshole up and down my cock, moaning
and telling me how good it felt.
"Oh Master I feel so full. You cock is so big. Fuck me harder. Fuck my ass.
Fuck my ass."
The video had a break then the screen filled with another party. I thought it
was another birthday but it was still her 8th only this time there were guests
arriving. About 10 adults and an equal amount of kids. Some younger and older
but most were near Grace's age. It was winter and all were wearing coats. Then
the coats came off. The men were dressed normally. The women were either
wearing lingerie or naked. There was an assortment of stockings, corsets,
bustiers, camisoles, and garter belts. Off came the winter boots and on went
the fuck me pumps, thick clear plastic platforms, and slinky strappy high
heeled sandals.
The kids were a mix of boys and girls, heavy on the girls. They too were
wearing sexy outfits. The 3 boys looked to be around 10 years old and were
naked except for cock-rings at the base of their little dicks, swelling them up
bigger than they normally would be. One boy's cock was pierced with a small
gold ring through the urethra and coming out the bottom of its head. The seven
little girls ranged from 6 to 10 and each wore a different costume. One was a
cheap looking whore with an opened vest, fishnet stockings with high heeled
shoes, and a spandex mini skirt. She was about 8 years old. The 6 year old was
all dressed in white with a corset, stockings, and angel wings. The 10 year old
was in a schoolgirl costume with thigh high socks, Mary Jane shoes, and a Peter
Pan blouse buttoned to the neck. The rest were variations on the sexy lingerie
theme. One in red and another in black. The last two were naked except for
black stockings and high heeled pumps.
All the kids wore chokers of some kind and the 8 year old girl's nipples were
pierced with silver rings joined by a thin chain. What a party this was going
to be. It wasn't long after the greetings and handing over of presents that the
pairing off began. The women were first since they didn't have to undress like
the men. They jumped on the boys first stuffing their swollen dicks into their
mouths. Each boy got a finger up his ass as a bonus and were spraying the
women's mouths with boy cum. One woman picked Grace and lavished her baby cunt
with licks and kisses. No pain this time, only pleasure. She got a finger up
her ass too but it was long and slender, not the fat meat her father stuffed
her with earlier.
Finally naked the men picked their girls. As soon as the men were naked I
noticed they all had raging hard-ons. Even the boys. Some of the men were older
than Bob who looked to be in his early fifties. I asked Grace if all her uncles
had that kind of vigor. I was jealous because though I had no problem with
erectile dysfunction I had lost some of my "staying power" over the years. She
said that before these parties all the men including the boys took doses of
"the little blue pill". With my future of endless preteen cunt looming I made a
mental note to get some Viagra for myself. There were resemblances within the
group so I asked Grace who these people were.
"My father's brothers and sisters families. My uncles, Aunts, and cousins. His
whole family is into incest. These cousins are just the ones closest to my age.
I have cousins that are way younger and older too. Everybody fucks everybody
else's wives and kids. They live out in Utah where my grandparents bought some
land for a resort. In the summer it's for hiking, rock climbing, all that
nature stuff, and in the winter it's for skiing and winter sports. Everyone in
the family invested in it and moved there to build homes. Me and Dad are the
last ones. That's why he sold the shops to you. He wants to fuck all his little
nieces and to get me pregnant by his brothers."
I was wondering why Bob was selling out and now I knew. We had been worried
that his books were doctored and we'd be buying a failing business but Grace
told me what Bob couldn't. Though we were all perverts in some way he just
couldn't reveal his family's secret. I could relate to that.
I didn't know who was running the camera but he or she was working hard to
follow the action. The tiny hooker was on all fours getting it in the pussy and
mouth. The little Angel was on Bob's lap taking it up the ass. (Must be his
favorite position) One woman was getting fucked by a man while sucking a boy's
cock. A girl wearing black stockings was getting DP'd, her feet off the floor,
suspended solely by the men's cocks. The cameraman was trying but I knew there
was more that we were missing. The camera twirled and I saw Grace sucking one
of her uncles. Another spin and the girl in red was getting Grace's rubber
birthday cock in her ass and making the same grimaces that Grace made.
All this time and I was still fucking Grace in her ass. I should have cum long
before this but somehow with all that was going on in the video I got
distracted. I have a pretty good collection of CP myself and whack-off to them
regularly so watching this one shouldn't have affected me this way. I think
watching this video with its principal star was the key. The difference between
watching Casablanca alone and watching it with Ingrid Bergman. An entirely
unique experience.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the Grace riding my cock instead of the
one on the screen. Soon my balls stirred, my legs shivered, and I filled her
asshole with cum. Being me though, I couldn't help but look at the screen
again. The little boys were now fucking the little girls while the adults took
a break. The magic of Viagra was still working because the men still had full
erections while they sat around passing joints around, drinking, and eating.
The women sat at the men's feet feeding on whatever the men handed down to them
like they were pets. It was now that I noticed that the women looked alike. At
first I chalked it up to the men's similar tastes in women but thinking about
their family dynamic I concluded they were the men's sisters. It sort of made
sense. I asked Grace but she didn't know.
She knew they were her aunts and uncles and never questioned it beyond that.
The camera swung back to the action. The kids were left on their own and things
got strange for even me. The boy with the pierced dick was on all fours when
the schoolgirl appeared behind him. I expected some spanking or something along
those lines but what happened was a big surprise. The schoolgirl kicked his
legs apart wide. She started to undress starting with her vest and blouse. No
bra for her just a trainer. She took that off and exposed her tits. They were a
good size for a 10 year old, nice and pointed with tiny light brown nipples.
Her stomach was flat and tight. Then she removed her skirt. Her back was to the
camera so I got a good look at her ass as she dropped the skirt to the floor. A
cute little bubble butt. Not too big but nicely shaped. Like a runner's ass.
The camera then moved around to her front to reveal an 8 inch cock where a
juicy preteen cunt should have been.
At first I thought it was a strap-on but no. This schoolgirl was a schoolboy. A
school-something. I paused the video and zoomed in. I'd never seen a
hermaphrodite before and was looking to see if there was some sort of pussy
under that formidable looking boy cock. What I saw was just as shocking. She
wasn't a hermaphodite. (I say she because nothing having such a nice set of
tits and ass could be anything else) She had no balls, just a scar where they
used to be. She was a eunuch. Again I turned to Grace.
"That's Megan. No one really talks about it but everyone knows. Her father had
her balls cut off when she was 3 year old. He already had 2 boys and when she
popped out a boy too he decided to turn her into a girl. Here's the funny part.
Megan grew this great cock and now her father won't have it changed into a
pussy. He's gotten to like sucking it and taking it up the ass from his little
girl. He fucks her ass all the time even though he later had 2 regular
daughters. He says it's better than pussy. Megan takes hormone shots and other
than her cock she looks like a girl. Her tits are bigger than mine. She's 23
now. She fucks all my uncles and aunts. My cousins too. She used to work here
in the live sex shows until they all moved to Utah."
Fuck. Cutting your own son's nuts off. Extreme even for me. But there "she"
was, sinking her cock into her boy cousin's ass. The boy just took it. The cock
would do any man proud. Seven uncut inches at least. Thick and smooth. And this
girl knew how to use it. She was giving the boy a great fuck, with long deep
strokes, swiveling her hips to change her cock's angle. Driving deep and
holding it there until she pulled back slowly before driving deep again. She
would have made a great man. I remember reading once that during the middle
ages it was common for poorer families to sacrifice a son's balls in order to
hopefully get him hired by The Church as a choirboy. They were called Castrati,
or something like that, and their voices were beautiful. As high as a woman's
but with a deeper range and, with larger lungs, able to project farther and
sustain notes longer. The problem was, what if the boy couldn't sing? Hell of a
gamble. The schoolgirl had one last surprise for me. Pulling out of the boy's
ass she pulled little Grace over and shot cum all over her face. I didn't think
that was possible without testicles but there it was dripping down Grace's
pretty face.
"It doesn't taste the same but it's still pretty good. Megan loves to cum on
men's faces. Girls too but she really gets off on men. She's older now and
knows she's sort of a freak. She says that guys that get their nuts cut off
make the choice because they're gay and want to be women. But Megan's not gay.
She loves fucking women and especially little girls. She's accepted who she is
and makes the best of it but you can tell that there's a little bit of anger,
maybe hate, when she fucks a man."
I stopped the video and returned it to the shelf. I already knew too much about
this family and didn't want to learn any more. They might be cannibals or
something. Besides, I had to get back and register Krista at the school.
Grace had changed into a different outfit while at home. A bohemian thing, lots
of black with a few colorful accent pieces mixed in. A thin black turtleneck
sweater with a ton of brightly colored costumed jewelry around her neck and
wrists. A black miniskirt, black tights, and tall black "Doc Marten" boots with
a long colorful scarf wrapped around her waist, a corner of it draped over her
right hip. I ordered her to stand in front of me with her feet apart. Sticking
my hand under her skirt a felt for her crotch. Just as I thought, the tights
were crotchless and she wore no underwear.
My cock had been up her ass but not in her cunt. I was running short on time
but I just had to fuck her pussy. I sure as hell wasn't planning to visit Utah
any time soon so it was now or never. Bending her over the dining table I
raised her skirt to see her pale white cunt surrounded by all that black like
it was a framed picture. Her asshole too though it was a little red from its
recent work out. I spread her cunt lips with my fingers to reveal the luscious
pinkness within, all wet and juicy and shining.
Pushing her down to her knees I had her suck my cock to get it nice and hard
but mainly to experience what I had seen live last night and on the screen
today. Let me tell you. Bob and his late wife taught her well. That plus all
the practice she got servicing her family. Grace was sucking my cock like it
was the last one she'd ever have. Like she was a junkie and it was made of
crack. Too long in her mouth and I'd cum and wouldn't be able to fuck her so
reluctantly I pushed her off and bent her over the table again. My meat slipped
inside her like it was born there. Tailor-made. I could feel her cunt massaging
it all along its length. She started rocking her hips as soon as I entered her,
fucking me before I started fucking her. She was literally born to this.
I didn't have to do much. Grace was fucking me. Once I began fucking her back
the world started to shake. Well, at least the table did. I'm not the most
generous lover. Call me selfish but I fuck to cum. I do try to make the girl
cum but my pleasure comes first. Grace was beautiful, smart, funny, but I
couldn't help but see her as a whore. Used and abused all her life. A sad story
but I'd seen and heard worse in Korea and last night from the Academy girls.
Grace had a great house, expensive clothes, and drove a Bentley for God's sake.
How bad could her life be? At least her father didn't try to turn her into a
boy.
Our bodies were banging together hard, her necklace beads were bouncing and
jangling on the table as I drove my cock into her hole. With my cock in deep
I'd rise up on my toes and lift her up off the floor. I was going as fast as I
could, with visions of little Grace taking in the ass and pussy at her birthday
parties, Megan the eunuch, the little cousins, Krista, and Emma all flashing
through my mind. I erupted in Grace's cunt with 4 or 5 powerful squirts. It
felt so fucking good. I draped myself over Grace's back until my cock softened
and shrank. I wanted to savor the feelings. Even with my cock wilting her cunt
massaged and squeezed it, milking it for every last drop of cream. I caught my
breath, stuffed my cock in my pants and told Grace to fix herself up. I was
running late for my meeting at the school. It was a quiet ride back to the
city.
Traffic was surprisingly light and we made good time. I wasn't given a specific
time but when I arrived it was like they were expecting me get there just when
I did.
"Mr. Reyes? My name is Mr. Rossi. Gerald Rossi. I hope we didn't ruin your
schedule but this was a last minute placement request from Mr. Shaw and we did
the best we could under the circumstances. Krista has been assigned her room in
the dormitory, given a supply of uniforms, sleepwear, and sundry items. Have
her make a list of personal items she'd like from home. Wall decorations,
favorite stuffed animals, 'civilian clothes' as the girls call them. Whatever
will make her room her own. You can bring them yourself or we can send a car to
pick them up. She's already met her classmates and teachers. A delightful girl.
Very pretty and obviously intelligent. She should do well here and get along
fine with the rest of the Elite Girls."
"I hear that the Elite Girls don't socialize with the 'other girls'. Is that
true?"
"Yes. The unique mission of the Trade School demands as little outside
influence as possible. That and the cliental, the parents and guardians, of the
Elite Girls prefer it that way. Is this a problem?"
"Maybe. My daughter has made friends with a Trade School girl by the mane of
Emma. They've grown quite close in a short time and I'd like them to see each
other if possible. I don't want to cause any breach of protocol but if you
could accommodate me........."
"It can be arranged for Emma to visit Krista. She has a private room so it
would just be the two of them for overnights and weekends. Of course we'll have
to monitor the situation. If it becomes a problem the visits will have to
stop."
"Of course. Thank you."
"Now, we've sent for Krista's transcripts from her old school and she's been
given a physical and vaccines. It says here in the Doctor's report that she's
not a virgin?"
"Err ahh yes, that's true. That's alright isn't it?"
"Oh yes. Quite alright. For the record just what have you taught her?"
"I'm not sure I feel comfortable telling you this. Especially if you're going
to write or record any of it."
"Certainly not. I don't even have a pen and you can search for microphones or
video cameras if you like. I'll wait. What I do is relay this information
personally to her sex instructor. He will record it on her chart. That chart
has only her student number. No names. You and he will never personally meet so
he won't know your identity either. He won't even know Krista's name. They're
given nicknames or some such identifier so the staff has something to call
them. Only Mr. Shaw, Headmistress Marion, and I will know her true identity and
yours."
"Well, I've obviously fucked her pussy. Her asshole too. Then there's fellatio,
anal rimming....."
"Giving or receiving?"
"Both actually. She's been spanked and flogged, paddled, caned. She's performed
cunnilingus, deep throat. She once paddled her mother and fucked her asshole
with a dildo."
"My my. She's been a busy girl. And how long has this gone on? Three years?
Four?"
"Three............. months."
"Intense training. Have you had experience doing this?"
"Doing what? Fucking little girls?"
"No, no. Training little girls."
"Well I had a few yobos in Korea but I don't think what I did to them
constitutes training."
"Then might I suggest we "unteach" what you've taught her and start with the
basics to make sure she does it our way."
"Basics? She's not a beginner. She's a great fuck. Learns quick."
"It's just that girls her age usually aren't this far along in their
'education'. We usually don't introduce them to the cock until they're 10 years
old. Krista's only 8. We'll have to adjust her training schedule. What I have
in mind is more like a remedial class. An intermediate course rather than a
beginner's. Since she's already had a man she's not really a beginner. We can't
shut that door once it's been opened, can we? Have you had the chance to sample
some of our product?"
"Product? Oh, you mean your girls. Yes just last night in fact. Mary, Emma, and
Niki."
"Perfect examples. Could you tell the difference from Mary to Emma to Niki?
Trust me Mr. Reyes, Krista will be as proficient as Niki very quickly with the
headstart she received from you. We take what she's learned, smooth any rough
spots and teach her our methods and techniques. You see, 'home-schooled girls'
learn to do what they're told but not taught why they do it that way. We first
teach them muscle control through drills and with exercises. Then they learn to
use that control to please their men. The way it's done at home they fuck and
that's about as far as it goes. You can't teach Krista to milk a cock. You
don't know how. It's like throwing a kid into deep water and expecting them to
swim."
"I understand. It makes great sense."
"Good. Now about her, or I should say your final goal. How proficient do you
want her to be? Some of our clients just want their girls to snatch a good
husband. Sorry for the pun. To pick a man with a solid future and fuck him so
good he'll never leave her. We also teach them how to screen the prospective
boyfriends for violent tendencies or addictive behaviors. It's been very
successful. We also have an adult education course for the girls after they've
been married for a while. To refresh what they learned already and take
advanced training when the marriage gets a little stale.
At the other end of the scale is the sexual professional. If you intend your
girl to help you in business by providing sexual services to customers or
rivals we have a course to cover that. Since men or women outside her normal
circle of 'partners' are liable to have tastes she might not have experience
with we teach them a broad spectrum of sexual deviancies. Bondage, golden
showers, drinking urine, scat play, among others. We call it 'Course 34'. If
something exists there's a fetish for it. Those are the extremes. Of course
each girl's training is customized to place her anywhere in between. But above
all we teach them to love, respect, and especially obey their father. Krista's
first semester will be spent in the remedial classes so there's time to decide
on your goals but please do it soon so we can plot her chart."
"Whatever I decide for her sexual training I want her to get the best college
prep classes you have. As much as I love fucking her I want her to have a
normal academic life too. College, grad-school, maybe a doctorate degree. She's
smart. She can do anything. Be anything."
"And with the start she'll get here she will be. We have a high academic
standing and through connections with past clients we have an excellent college
placement record. Krista will go to the best schools in the country all paid
for by Mr. Shaw. She's a lucky girl."
"May I see her?"
"Yes. After signing the State required papers I'll have Miss Sherwood take you
for a tour and to see Krista."
Paperwork done Mr. Rossi calls for Miss Sherwood. A few minutes later in she
comes. Last night she was dressed loose and casual. I still remembered the feel
of my hand fucking her cunt. The only thing keeping from becoming a full fist
fuck was my thumb. Maybe next time she'll get that digit too. Today she was
dressed for success. A charcoal gray power suit with a shimmery metallic
looking finish. A sharkskin maybe. The jacket itself was nicely fitted hugging
her tits and showing off a light gray collarless blouse with a plunging
neckline. Plunging it may have been but it didn't reveal much except a red silk
camisole which hid the best parts. Her jacket was cinched by a wide red patent
leather belt. Bright red. The skirt ended slightly below her knees with small
slits on the sides and 2 pleats at her waist. Finishing the ensemble were sheer
black stockings and red patent leather pumps. Bright red. Her make-up was
office appropriate but just enough to highlight her high cheek bones and juicy
lips. Naturally, they were painted red. But not quite so bright. More red, this
time her hair. She wore it up in a French twist with loose curls near her ears
and another few on her forehead. Was I staring? You bet your ass I was.
"Miss Sherwood, how nice to see you again."
"I was about to say the same thing Mr. Reyes. Shall we begin the tour?"