Playtoy Chapter Forty-Two © 2014 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com Two days later we were in Prague. Lia was excited to be back in her hometown, showing her sisters various points of interest, like the street her mother used to work and the dilapidated apartment block where they lived. Our minibus driver brought us to the Metropole, where we'd be staying for the next few days. It wasn't as nice as the hotel in Paris or Tanaka's Berlin apartments, but it was clean and servicable nonetheless. Our first stop was the Chemise Agency, a world famous child model firm. They featured young girls from all over central Europe, creating photo shoots that they put up on the web and charged top dollar for access. Now Georgi, the agency's owner, granted us a behind-the-scenes look at a photo session. Today's model would be Maya, a dark-haired ten-year-old, one of Chemise's most popular girls. "We do special shoot today," Georgi said in his thick Slovakian accent. "Custom shoot for big client." Karen, Jenny, Milo, and I watched as Therese, Georgi's stylist, did Maya's hair and makeup. She was a pretty girl with a round face, a little on the plump side, not fat per se, but with a bit of meat on her bones. Maya sat patiently while Therese applied a hint of blush to her already rosy cheeks. "We start now," Georgi said. He generally did his own photography, posing Maya on an air mattress placed on the floor of his studio. She wore a short floral print mini skirt and a tight red tank top. Georgi started with a series of low-angle shots, getting a glimpse of Maya's white cotton panties, a bright vee that peeked out from under her skirt. Georgi had Maya lie on her tummy, arranging her skirt so that just a bit of her pantied bottom was exposed. Then he said something in Czech; the girl stood up and started to undress, first unzipping her skirt and stepping out of it. Georgi snapped away, pausing only to arrange Maya in another pose, getting a close-up shot of her white cotton bikini panties. The underpants were a bit tight on the girl, and she had a prominent camel toe panty crotch, no doubt intentional on Georgi's part. This was typical of a Chemise shoot, a young girl between six and ten years old who'd start off clothed and strip down to her panties and a t-shirt or training bra. Occasionally, they'd wear a bathing suit instead, but most of the time the girls wore street clothes over their underwear. What made this custom shoot special was evident after about a half hour of shooting. Maya took off her tank top, exposing her flat chest and tiny pink nipples. She blushed slightly, since this was the first time she modelled topless. "Very good," Georgi said as he snapped picture after picture of the half-nude nymphet. Maya kept striking poses, putting her hands on her hips and giving the camera a coy smile. The shoot ended as they often did, with Maya back on the air mattress, on her hands and knees in a receptive position, her pantied fanny jutting out suggestively. After the shoot was over, Georgi gave us a brief interview and we headed back to the Metropole for dinner. "Another boys' night out, Peter?" Jenny said after we ate. She and Karen were setting up in lights and cameras in one of the suites for a shoot, one featuring our girls and pantibois modelling French lingerie. Anton and Sooma were doing some last minute hair and makeup adjustments. "Just going out on the town," I said. "Peter's off for beer and a brothel," Karen said. "Just trying to get some of the local flavor," I said. "Anton, are you ready to go?" "Just a sec," he said, brushing out Audrie's bangs. She looked lovely in a pale yellow silk camisole and tap panty set. "I'll finish up," Sooma said. "You go have fun." "Thanks, sweetie," Anton said. "Okay, let's go." Along with Anton, Milo, Tommy, Fabian, Jake, and Rene, I headed out on to the streets of Prague. Snow had fallen the day before we arrived, just a dusting that coated the stone sidewalks. Our first stop was a local brew pub, crowded and smoky, filled mostly with Czechs but with a few German and Austrian tourists here and there. The bartender was happy to serve our boys some of the local pilsner, even pouring a half pint in a glass for Rene. We had a couple of beers before heading off to our next destination. "You know where this place is?" asked Milo as we walked past teenaged prostitutes bundled up against the early winter chill. "Per gave me directions," I said. "He knows just about every whorehouse in Europe and a bunch in Asia. Wait...there it is." Tommy and Milo, who had a couple of Karen and Jenny's spare cameras, took shots of the brothel's unassuming facade. There was no sign marking it, just a street number and a small red light inside the window, the universal signifier of sex for money. I'd been to brothels all over the world, and only one had some sort of signage, the "Rape Love" bordello Tanaka had taken us to in the back alleys of Tokyo. Per had said that the name of the brothel translated into something like "Well Fed Children". Dating back to the Communist era, when food supplies could sometimes be scarce in the cities and kids were often skinny and bordered on malnutrition, this brothel always managed to feed their children well. A steady clientele of high-ranking Communist Party officials insured that Madame Ivanka, the owner, always had enough food for her child prostitutes. As such, her boys and girls were always healthy and well fed; some were even a little chubby. "Per tell me you are coming," Madame Ivanka said after greeting us at the door. "You want party? Girls or boys? Come, you can choose." The madame led us into a sitting room much like any brothel anywhere in the world. A group of about twenty girls and boys between the ages of 4 and 10 sat on couches, chairs, and on the rug, dressed only in their underpants. Some were watching a Japanese cartoon on television, a few were reading, a couple were napping, and the rest were quietly masturbating, hands in panties or briefs, rubbing hairless slits or tugging little peckers. As Tommy and Milo took photos and video, I picked out a flaxen haired nine year old girl wearing a worn pair of pink cotton bikini panties. "Do you speak English?" I asked her. When she nodded I asked her what her name was. "Eliska," she said. "An excellent choice," Madame Ivanka said. "Eliska very skilled lover. I train her myself, when she has three years." Milo was drawn to another nine-year-old, a girl with brown hair put up in braids, named Liza. Tommy was making a lovely six year old blond girl in white cotton briefs giggle. He asked what her name was. "Dasha," she replied. "You cowboy?" "What's his name?" Anton asked Madame Ivanka, pointing to a chubby little boy in pale blue jockey shorts, his blonde hair closely cropped. "That is Gregor," the madame replied. "We call 'Skoda' because he has big gun." Fabian's hair was a source of fascination for the kids. A red headed five year old girl named Veronika got up the nerve to stand on a couch and reach for his dreadlocks, tentatively pulling one and squealing with delight when it sprung back out of her grasp. He picked her up off of the couch, carrying her on his arm. Jake and Rene gravitated towards a couch where the younger girls were seated. The older boy chose a raven-haired five-year-old named Mila, while Rene's choice was a four year old girl in yellow cotton panties who had the same long blonde ringlets as his. Her name was Zara, and she was the newest of Madame Ivanka's children. Now that we'd all chosen a child whore, the madame led us back through a hallway to a large room with three beds and a chair. "Is biggest room in house," Madame Ivanka said. "It'll do," I said, handing her an envelope stuffed with euros. She opened it, took a quick look at the cash, and stuffed it into a pocket in her bathrobe. "I bring drinks," she said, closing the door behind her. I took off my coat, sat down on one of the beds, and pulled Eliska on to my lap. "You're a pretty girl," I said, caressing her fair skin. "I thank you," she said. "You want suck?" "Let me have a drink first, then you can suck me," I said. Just then, Madame Ivanka returned with a bottle of vodka and some glasses on a tray. She pulled a tube of lubricating jelly out of her pocket. "For the little ones," she said, putting the tray and the lube down on the side table before leaving us. As I poured some shots of vodka, Anton had Skoda and the girls line up against one wall while Milo and Tommy filmed. "Those underpants are terrible," our stylist said. I could tell he was wishing he had his makeup box and a wardrobe trunk with us. Anton did the best he could with a pocket comb, fixing Eliska's bangs and Zara's curls. "Have them pull down their underwear," I said to Eliska. She translated for the kids who didn't speak English. Skoda pulled down his jockeys and the girls pushed their panties down around their thighs, revealing their hairless little pussies. "Oh, my," Anton said when he saw Skoda's fat little prick. "What a lovely penis." It was a plump sausage, like Jake's, but as long as Fabian's. The boy would have a monster prick when he reached adulthood. "Turn around, please," I said, making a circle in the air with my finger. This needed no translation. Six girls and a boy turned around to face the wall, showing off their cute little bottoms. Then I had them bend over, exposing a half dozen bald clefts and a set of hairless balls. As Milo and Tommy took close-up shots, Anton and I did a couple of shots of vodka. Fabian, Jake, and Rene took this opportunity to undress and stroke themselves as they watched the child prostitutes pose for the cameras. "Where can I put this...okay, right here," Milo said, placing the running camcorder down on a chair in the corner of the room. He was eager to get down to business with Liza. Tommy kept his camera close at hand as he kicked off his cowboy boots and skinned off his jeans. Once his shirt and boxer briefs were off, he took some shots as Dasha slowly pulled her little panties the rest of the way down her legs and stepped out of them. The laughing girl spread her rubbery pussy lips with her fingers, showing Tommy how she was made. Meanwhile, Fabian took a seat on one of the beds, enjoying a nice slow blow job from the redhead Veronika. She seemed as fascinated with his mocha cock as she'd been with his dreadlocks. At first, she took a tentative lick of his penis, as if it might have a different flavor. But it tasted like every other cock she'd sucked. Now she was slowly sliding her lips up and down his smooth young shaft, bathing it with her tongue. I poured a shot of vodka and handed it to the boy. "Drink it slowly," I said to Fabian. "Merci," he said, lifting his glass to his lips. Even though he took a small sip, I could tell by the way he wrinkled his nose that it burned a bit. "Here," I said, handing another shot to Milo. He had Liza lying on her back on one of the beds, and was slowly pulling her white cotton bikini panties down and off her lithe legs. Milo quickly downed the shot and then stretched out between the girl's legs and kissed her hairless slit. Liza gasped as the muscular boy began to probe her little pussy with his tongue. "Drink, Tommy?" I asked our long-haired Texan. He had a naked Dasha in his lap, gently fingering her bald cleft. "Sure, thanks," he said, accepting a shot of vodka. He took a sip, then he offered some to the girl, who shook her head. Tommy downed the rest of the shot, then he laid down on the bed with Dasha on top of him. She began to kiss her way down his body, homing in on his hardening cock. When her mouth was level with Tommy's penis, she parted her lips and took it into her warm little mouth. Anton had Skoda's briefs off. The husky boy was seated on the bed while Anton knelt between his legs, kissing and licking his plump weiner. Skoda let out a soft moan as the stylist began to suck his hardening penis and fondle his meaty balls. Rene and Zara were lying head to toe, locked in a writhing sixty-nine. As she sucked his hard little pricklet, he probed her tiny twat with his tongue. Next to them on the same bed, Mila was curled up between Jake's legs, ravishing his sausage-like penis. "I suck you now?" Eliska asked me as she stepped out of her worn pink panties. "Yes, now you suck me," I said, getting undressed. I climbed into one of the beds and Eliska joined me. "Big penis," Eliska said as she stretched out between my legs. The girl kissed my hardening cock as she fondled it, starting at the base and working her way up to the tip. Then she opened her mouth and began to suck me, swirling her soft tongue over my glans. Eliska bobbed her head back and forth, sucking on the first three inches of my meaty tool. "Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh..." Liza was moaning and writhing as Milo feasted on her tiny pussy. He cupped her cute little bottom, squeezing her soft cheeks. As Eliska ravished my throbbing member, I watched Milo bring the girl off with his tongue, making her stiffen and cry out on the bed. Before she had a chance to recover from her orgasm, the muscular teen took off his jeans and mounted her tender body, reaching down to stuff his meaty cock into her juicy hole. Liza gasped as Milo's thick tool stretched out her preteen pussy. "Uhhhhh..." Dasha let out a soft moan as she lowered herself down on Tommy's lubricated cock. Once his member filled her tiny twat, she leaned forward, resting her hands on his chest and rocking her little bottom back and forth. Tommy began to move his hips, slowly pumping her tender hole. Dasha began to gasp with every thrust of the boy's smooth young cock. Jake had Mila facing down on the bed, her tiny tush sticking up suggestively. He had the tube of lubricating jelly and was squirting some on his hard little weiner. After spreading the lube around on his dick, he pressed it to the entrance of Mila's tight pussy. Slowly, he sank his sausage into the five-year-old's tender passage. Rene grabbed the tube and applied some jelly to his hard pricklet. Then he mounted a supine Zara, reaching down to guide his stiff dick into her tiny twat. She let out a soft gasp as his young penis penetrated her plump little pussy. "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." Fabian had Veronika up on his lap, facing him while she rode his mocha cock and gasping with every languid stroke. He held her tiny little ass, pulling her closer as he pushed up with his hips. She clung to his shoulders, rocking her own hips in time with his, a dreamy expression on her face. Fabian took his time as he slowly pumped Veronika's tiny twat, savoring the delicious tightness of her tender passage. "Where's the lube?" Anton asked. He'd been feeding his cock to the boy they called Skoda, and now he wanted a piece of the chubby boy's ass. Anton found the lube on the bed next to Rene; he grabbed it and returned to his bed. As Skoda knelt on the floor, bent over the bed, Anton squirted some lubricant between the boy's cheeks. Then he applied some to his penis and knelt behind the boy, pressing the tip of his twitching cock against Skoda's tight ass. The boy let out a soft groan as Anton eased his member into his tender hole. "Come on up, sweetie," I said to Eliska. She'd gotten my cock nice and hard and ready for her preteen pussy. As the girl straddled my hips, I reached down and fingered her bald slit, feeling the heat and moisture. Eliska took hold of my meaty tool and rubbed the tip over her cleft, wetting it with her juices. Then she placed the head of my cock to the entrance of her tight passage and pushed down with her hips. "Ahhhhhh..." Eliska moaned softly as my fat prick filled her tiny twat. She slowly lowered herself down until a little over half of my meaty tool was buried in her tender passage. Eliska leaned forward and placed her hands on my shoulders, slowly moving her lovely bottom up and down, back and forth. Madame Ivanka had trained her well, teaching her a complex hip motion that made her tight pussy grasp and release my meaty cock. "Uhhh...uhhh...uhhh...uhhh..." Liza was moaning loudly as Milo pumped her tiny twat with his hard meat. She was almost completely hidden by his muscular body; only her arms and legs were visible, quivering as they clung to his flexing form. Milo had his arms wrapped around her tender body, sliding her back and forth on his beefy cock and churning her preteen pussy. Liza trembled and shook, and her moans grew louder until she suddenly convulsed and cried out with pleasure. Milo kept plunging his meaty cock in and out of her spasming pussy, heading towards his own release. A few hard, deep thrusts later, he let out a loud grunt and erupted in her tight little hole, spurting hot, thick gobs of his spunk. Liza let out a delighted squeal when she felt the muscular boy's cum flooding her tiny pussy. "Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh..." Dasha was writhing and moaning as she rode Tommy's stout young cock. As he pumped her preteen pussy, she undulated her little bottom back and forth, just as Madame Ivanka had taught her. Tommy cupped the girl's cheeks, guiding her movements on his glistening penis. Dasha began to tremble and moan louder, clinging tightly to Tommy's smooth chest. When he started to probe her tiny anus with a moistened finger, it sent her over the edge. Dasha stiffened and cried out as orgasmic tremors swept through her tender body. The motion of her hips grew erratic, so Tommy wrapped his arms around her quivering form and began to plunge his penis in and out of her spasming hole. He was unable to resist the delicious friction of her pussy as it contracted around his smooth shaft. With a groan, Tommy erupted, spurting a massive amount of his hot teen spunk into the girl's tender hole. Dasha let out a keen cry of pleasure when she felt the torrent of steamy cum filling her tight passage. A post-orgasmic shudder wracked her little body, then she let out a contented sigh and rested her head on Tommy's chest. "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." With every thrust of Jake's hard weiner in her tiny twat, Mila let out a gasp. The boy pumped her plump little pussy, and every so often he'd smack her upturned ass. Mila would utter a delighted squeal with each slap. Then the boy began to churn her hungry hole harder, increasing his speed until he was pounding her bald slit. Mila responded by pushing back with her bottom, meeting his vigorous thrusts. She had her face buried in a pillow, muffling her gasps and moans, her knuckles white as she gripped the sheets. Suddenly, she arched her back and cried out, her tender body shuddering and shaking as she came. Jake kept up his relentless pounding of her preteen pussy, eager for his own release. It wasn't long in coming; with a grunt, he buried his hard little sausage in her spasming cunt and began to squirt his hot boy juice. Mila gasped in surprise. She hadn't expected a boy so young to start squirting his cream in her wanton hole. Moreover, there was a lot of it, creating a warmth that spread through her. For a second, she thought Jake was pissing in her pussy, but the feeling of his warm spurts disabused her of that notion. As his hips began to slow, Mila had a satisfied smile on her face. "Uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh..." Little Zara was in heaven, moaning softly as Rene churned her tiny pussy. Under Madame Ivanka's supervision, Skoda had taken the girl's virginity. It had hurt at first, but just as it was starting to feel good, the chubby boy came and quickly pulled out. Then there were the men, whose cocks stretched her tender pussy. The madame would squirt jelly in her tiny twat, making it easier for the men to enter her, but they rarely made her come. Now this lovely blond boy was on top of her, steadily pumping her tight passage with his hard young penis. Rene's pricklet was the perfect size for Zara's young sex. The girl was really getting into it, rocking her little bottom as Rene churned her preteen pussy. A kernel of pleasure was starting to grow inside her, blooming like a flower from deep within her tender hole. As she began to tremble, Rene could feel her tiny twat begin to contract around his stiff pecker, a sign that the girl was about to come. He plunged his dick in and out of her little pussy, savoring the delicious tightness as it gripped his penis. All of a sudden, Zara cried out and convulsed, shuddering and shaking as an intense orgasm wracked her little body. Rene kept pumping her spasming pussy until he stiffened with an ecstatic tremor. As their hips began to slow, Zara hugged the boy tightly, whispering words of affection in her native Czech. "Ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh..." Veronika's moans grew louder as she rode Fabian's mocha penis, her long red hair swaying back and forth as she gyrated her little bottom. The dreadlocked boy was rocking his hips faster now, pumping her sweet pussy with long, deep strokes. Veronika began to quiver as her pleasure mounted, and she switched from a rolling motion to a bounce, using her legs to propel herself up and down on Fabian's smooth young cock. The bed began to squeak as she bounced, chasing her pleasure on the boy's hard meat. Fabian held her by the hips, making sure that she didn't go too high and fall off of his chocolate member. Veronika's moans crescendoed to a full throated cry of pleasure. Suddenly, she convulsed and let out a keen wail, her whole body gripped in an orgasmic spasm. Fabian stabbed upwards from the bed with his column of flesh, churning her pulsating passage, each hard thrust making Veronika squeal with delight. Then he buried his twitching member deep in her spasming pussy and came, squirting his hot boy juice in her tender hole. "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." Skoda was gasping rhythmically as Anton pumped his tight tush. As he plunged his slender penis in and out of the chubby boy's bottom, our stylist stroked Skoda's sausage-like dick with a lubricated hand. The boy, used to being buggered by German tourists with fat pricks, was enjoying the way Anton's member filled his ass over and over. Anton, too, was greatly enjoying Skoda's supple bottom, the way it gripped his cock like a greasy fist. The boy could feel the stylist's penis begin to twitch inside his rectum, a sign that the man was about to come. Sure enough, Anton let out a groan as he erupted in Skoda's ass, spurting gob after gob of his hot cream. The boy liked the feeling of steamy spunk in his ass and the knowledge that he'd pleasured this gentle gay man. Unlike most of the brothel's clients, Anton kept stroking the boy's cock even after his climax. With a grunt, Skoda came, squirting a single spurt of his boy juice into Anton's hand. "Uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh..." Eliska was moaning as she bounced up and down on my meaty cock. Her juicy little hole gripped my member tightly as I rocked my hips, pumping her tender twat. As she rode my thick tool, I held her by the hips, guiding her motion up and down. I could feel Eliska begin to tremble and shake as her pleasure mounted. She began to gyrate her hips, stirring her preteen pussy with my meat log. I moved my hands down to her lovely little bottom, cupping and squeezing her cheeks. This seemed to inflame Eliska's passions, and she began to bouncs faster, chasing her release. A moistened finger tip probing her tiny anus sent her over the edge. Eliska cried out and convulsed, falling forward and clinging to my chest as she came. I wrapped both arms around her trembling body and rocked my hips hard and fast, pumping her spasming passage with my throbbing cock. After giving her pulsating pussy a couple of last deep thrusts, I erupted, spurting a huge load of hot baby batter into Eliska's hungry hole. "Ahhhh...uhhhhhhg!" The flood of steamy spunk in her narrow channel spurred Eliska on to another orgasm. She had a tight grip on my chest as a climactic spasm wracked her tender body from head to toe. I held her trembling form, creaming her preteen pussy. After a minute or so, Eliska let out a sigh and relaxed, resting her head on my chest and enjoying my gentle caresses. "Wanna shot, Dad?" Tommy asked me as he poured himself some vodka. He had his jeans and boots on. "What are you doing dressed?" I asked him. "Whatdya mean?" Tommy said. "We're leaving, right?" "I paid for two hours," I said. "Shit, cool," he said. Tommy poured me a shot and handed it to me. I couldn't drink it while flat on my back, so I sat up with my cock still buried in Eliska's tight pussy. She was half asleep but this maneuver surprised and delighted her. "You fuck me again?" she asked me as I downed my shot. "I make you hard with my pussy." "You can?" I said. "You're a special little girl." "Thank you," Eliska said. As she began to bear down with her vaginal muscles, squeezing my semi-hard cock, Tommy poured me another shot of vodka. "Here, have some," I said to the girl. She took a small sip, then another. I finished off the rest. "Hey, Tommy," Milo said. "Hit me with a shot, will ya?" "Sure thing, bro" Tommy said, pouring some vodka into a glass. "Here ya go." "Thanks, dude," Milo said, quickly downing the shot. "Hey, wanna double up on the redhead?" "Yeah, sure," Tommy said. Milo turned to Veronika, who'd climbed off of Fabian's chocolate cock and was wiping her leaky slit with her panties. "Wanna have a cock up your ass, little girl?" he asked the redhead. She looked at him with a puzzled expression. "She does not speak the English," Liza said. "I will ask her for you." She spoke something in Czech to Veronika, who looked at Milo first then Tommy. Then she looked at their crotches, first Milo's then Tommy's. Finally, she said something to Liza. "What'd she say?" Milo asked. "She says that she hopes the cowboy's cock will go in her ass," Liza translated. "Your cock is too big." "That's my girl," Milo said, downing another shot of vodka. He lifted Veronika up in the air, making her giggle excitedly. Then he put her down on her feet and offered her his cock to suck. The redhead eagerly accepted it, bending over, wrapping her lips around the tip, and stroking his meaty shaft. Tommy took another shot of vodka and walked over to Veronika with the tube of lubricating jelly. As she sucked Milo's bulbous cockhead, he knelt behind her, squirted some lube on his finger, and applied it to her tiny anus. "Mmmmph..." Veronika let out a muffled moan when she felt Tommy's oily finger penetrate her tight little tush. He worked the jelly into her tender hole, watching her suck Milo's beast and stroking his own cock into an erect state. Veronika, no stranger to anal sex, pushed back against Tommy's probing finger, taking more of it into her tender passage. "Uhhhhh..." Eliska let out a soft moan as she clung to my chest. She'd managed to get me hard again, and now I cupped her lovely little bottom, sliding her pussy up and down the length of my thick shaft. Eliska began to rock her hips back and forth, gasping each time my meaty cock bottomed out in her tiny twat. The spunk I'd spurted into her tight little pussy began to make soft squishing sounds as we slowly coupled. Jake and Fabian decided to double up on Dasha. The dreadlocked boy was licking her messy cunt, still dripping with Tommy's semen. Jake had straddled her head and was dipping his hairless balls in her warm little mouth. He tilted back so she could lick his taint and the special spot that made his plump little weiner hard. Dasha moaned softly as Fabian feasted on her sloppy hole. "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." Zara and Rene were going for round two. After resting for a few minutes, he began to pump her tiny twat again, making her gasp with every thrust of his hard pricklet. Zare rocked her hips, meeting Rene's thrusts, her little arms and legs wrapped around his slender body. As he slowly plunged his pecker in and out of her hungry hole, Rene kissed and nuzzled Zara's neck, their long ringlets combining to form a single mass of curly blond hair. "Uhhhn...uhhhn...uhhhhnnn..." Liza moaned softly as little Mila licked her hairless cleft, scooping up Milo's semen with her soft tongue. The girls of the brothel, quartered separately from the boys, often pleasured each other in this fashion, just as the boys would suck each other in their dormitory. It was their way of passing the time between clients or before bedtime. Liza said something in Czech to Mila, then the little raven haired nymphet scooted around so that Liza could lick Jake's sperm from her oozing slit. "I'd love to feel this wonderful cock inside me," Anton said as he cleaned Skoda's plump penis with a warm washcloth. Our stylist had gone to the bathroom to wash his own messy tool. Now he was wiping the lubricant off of the boy's member so he could suck it. Skoda sat on the edge of a bed, enjoying Anton's gentle touch. Then the man leaned over, took the boy's smooth organ into his mouth, and began to lovingly pleasure it. "Okay, enough of that," Milo said, pulling his beefy cock out of Veronika's warm little mouth. He picked her up and, holding her little body with one hand, aimed his erection at her leaky pussy. The girl gasped as his thick tool began to stretch her tiny twat, sinking slowly inwards on a carpet of Fabian's boy juice. Behind Veronika, Tommy was squirting lubricant on his smooth young cock. Then he placed the tip of his member against the girl's tiny anus and began to push forward with his hips. Again, Veronika gasped when Tommy's penis penetrated her tight little shitter. The two teen boys sandwiched her tender body between them and began to rock their hips. Veronika clung tightly to Milo's neck, moving her cute bottom back and forth between the two young cocks invading her tender holes. "Uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh..." Eliska's moans grew louder as her pleasure mounted. She was using her legs to propel herself up and down on my meaty tool. I cupped and squeezed her tiny tush, enjoying the delicious tightness of her preteen pussy. Eliska began to tremble, her arms wrapped around my neck, resting her head on my shoulder as she rode my beefy cock. I began to rock my hips back and forth a bit faster, pumping her tight passage with my hard meat. "Mmmmmph!" Dasha was on her hands and knees, hungrily sucking Fabian's dusky cock when Jake forcefully stuffed his plump sausage into her tiny twat, making her moan around the dreadlocked boy's penis. As the husky boy began to thrust, Dasha kept her lips glued to Fabian's smooth young member, tilting her head from side to side as she sucked him. The two boys used her mouth and pussy for their pleasure, moving her little body back and forth between them. "Ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh..." Zara moaned softly as Rene pumped her tender hole, transported once again to a world of delight. It wasn't often that she got to enjoy the penis of a young boy in her tight little pussy. Sometimes a Czech man or a German tourist would bring his son to the brothel for his first sexual experience. More often than not these boys were twelve or more years old. So it was a rare thing to have a boy like Rene on top of her, pumping her tiny twat with his pricklet. Zara savored the experience, running her hands all over his smooth skin as he fucked her. "Mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm..." Mila and Liza were moaning into each other's pussy, two lashing tongues swirling over two tiny clits. Their little bodies trembled as their pleasure grew, limbs and bottoms quivering and shaking. Liza was the first to come, crying out as Mila lashed her young sex. Then she went back to licking the raven-haired girl's bald slit until it was Mila's turn to convulse and let out a cry of pleasure. "In my ass," Anton said to Skoda as he squirted lube on the boy's plump prick. "Do you understand? I want you in my ass." It was only when Anton pointed to his own rear end that the boy got the picture. He nodded and smiled. Anton laid down flat on the bed and Skoda straddled his thighs, pressing the tip of his young tool to the stylist's shitter. Slowly, he pushed forward, penetrating Anton's hot hole. Usually, visitors to the brothel would pay to fuck the boy in the ass, but it wasn't uncommon for a client to want to feel a stiff boycock in his own bottom. Skoda got more than he gave, but when he had a chance to get some tail, he took it. Once the boy's penis was buried in Anton's hungry ass, he stretched out on top of the man and began to move his hips. "Ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh...ahhhh..." Veronika uttered a series of rhythmic moans as Milo and Tommy pumped her tender holes. The muscular teen had his arms hooked under Veronika's legs, holding her little bottom as he and Tommy rocked their hips in unison, plunging their hard teen cocks in and out of her tight passages. She undulated her tiny tush back and forth between the two columns of flesh pistoning in and out of her pussy and ass. It wasn't the first time she'd been fucked in the rear, but this was her first double penetration, and she clearly enjoyed being filled with hard meat fore and aft. Veronika began to tremble as the two boys churned her pleasure holes. "Uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh...uhhhh..." Eliska was moaning in my ear, her tender body shuddering and shaking as she rode my throbbing tool. She had a tight grip on my neck and shoulders, rocking her cute bottom back and forth as I pumped her tiny twat. I cupped Eliska's soft ass cheeks, feeling them tense and relax as she slid up and down on my glistening shaft. When I started to probe her tiny anus with my fingertip, it set something off inside her. Eliska began to shudder and shake, her moans growing in loudness and pitch. Suddenly, she stiffened and cried out as orgasmic tremors rocked her little body. I felt her tender pussy spasm around my cock, as if daring me to cream her hungry hole. I kept plunging my beefy member in and out of her pulsing passage until I could hold back no more. My twitching cock erupted in Eliska's preteen pussy, spurting thick gobs of my steamy spunk. She let out a soft gasp when she felt my cum flooding her tight hole. As our hips began to slow, I wrapped my arms around her and lay back on the bed. Eliska sighed contentedly and laid her head on my chest. "Mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm...mmmmm..." Dasha moaned around Fabian's meat as Jake pumped her tender twat with his hard little weiner. Her body visibly trembled as the two boys rocked her back and forth between them. Jake had a blissful expression on his face, enjoying the heat and tightness of Dasha's tiny pussy, while Fabian was clearly getting into using her warm little mouth for his pleasure. He rocked his hips, sliding his mocha cock across her soft lips. Dasha's trembling became a full-body shudder and her muffled moaning grew louder. A moment later, she let Fabian's penis fall from her mouth, crying out in pleasure as she came. Jake groaned when he felt the girl's tender passage spasm and contract around his plump fuckstick. He began to pound her tight little hole hard and fast, chasing his own pleasure. With a grunt, Jake exploded in Dasha's pulsing pussy, spurting a huge load of his hot spunk. "Ahhhhh!" Dasha cried out when she felt the torrent of steamy cum that Jake was spurting in her preteen pussy. It seemed to go on forever, making her shiver and shake. Dasha took Fabian's cock back in her mouth, hungrily gobbling it, eager for a taste of the dreadlocked boy's cream. The boy moved his hips back and forth, fucking the six year old nymphet's warm mouth with his mocha penis. All of a sudden, his body stiffened and he let out a soft moan, squirting his creamy boy juice down Dasha's gullet. She greedily guzzled all of his jism, happy to have a mouth and pussy full of spermy goodness. "Ahhhhh...ahhhhh...ahhhhh...ahhhhhh!" Just then, Zara arched her back and cried out, clinging tightly to Rene's flexing body with her quivering limbs. The little blond boy plunged his glistening pricklet in and out of Zara's spasming twat, hungry for another climax. It wasn't long in coming. Rene pumped the orgasmic little girl's tender hole hard and fast until, with a long groan, he buried his twitching penis deep in Zara's tiny pussy, stiffening as an ecstatic tremor swept through his slender form. "Come for Daddy, baby...come for Daddy..." Anton was urging Skoda to fuck his needy ass. The chubby boy clung to the stylist's back, churning the man's hungry hole. Anton had his hands between his legs, stroking his cock while Skoda used the man's anus. The boy pumped his bottom hard and fast, grunting with every vigorous thrust. Then, with a groan, the boy slammed his plump penis deep into Anton's rectum and squirted a single spurt of his boy juice. Anton moaned when he felt that, his hands busy beneath him, moaning as he stroked himself to completion. "Ahhhhh...ahhhhh...ich kommt...ich kommt!" Veronika cried out as she began to come, lapsing into her native German as she convulsed between the two hard teen cocks pumping her tight passages. Milo and Tommy held the girl tightly between them, pounding her spasming pussy and clenching ass. Veronika writhed and cried out, rocking her hips between the two young members pistoning in and out of her pleasure holes. "Hold on, bro," Milo said through clenched teeth. "Hold on...hold on...now!" At his signal, he and Tommy both erupted in Veronika's tender passages, spurting thick gobs of their hot teen spunk in the red headed nymphet's tiny tush and tight twat. Veronika's eyes went wide when she felt the twin gushers of steamy cum filling her hungry holes. She clung tightly to Milo's chest, trembling and whimpering as the boys flooded her pussy and ass with their baby batter. "Uhhhhh...sehr gut..." Veronika moaned softly as a post-orgasmic tremor swept through her tender body. Tommy planted a soft kiss on her shoulder and slowly pulled out of her cum-filled bottom, heading off to the bathroom to clean his messy cock. Anton was already in there, gently washing Skoda's plump penis. Our stylist then cleaned off Tommy's softening member with warm soapy water. "Here you go," Milo said, pulling Veronika off of his cock and setting her down on her feet. She wobbled a bit so he helped her over to the bed. Mila and Liza pulled her up to where they were laying, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. As Liza kissed the red head, Mila went to work, cleaning the girl's spermy slit with her soft tongue. There was a knock on the door and Madame Ivanka entered. "Time, gentlemen," she said. "Was it to your liking?" "Perfect," I said, helping Eliska up off of my cock and giving her a tender kiss. "You have wonderful children." "I am glad you enjoy," she said. Just then, Anton, Skoda, and Tommy emerged from the bathroom. Madame Ivanka said something to the boy in Czech, getting a terse reply. "You want boy?" Madame Ivanka asked me. "I sell you, cheap. Polizei make trouble now. No boys, only girl. Boy fuck bad for Czech." "How much?" I asked her. "Euro 500," she replied. "He good boy, nice cock." "I'll call Karen," Anton said, reaching into his coat for his cell phone. A moment later, he shook his head. "What's up?" I asked him. "It went to voicemail," Anton said. "We really can't..." I said. "I mean, he's a nice boy." "I'll buy him," Anton said. "300 euros." "Euro 400," Madame Ivanka countered. "Three fifty," Anton said. "He is yours," Madame Ivanka said. Anton fished out his wallet from his trousers and handed over the cash. "I go get his clothes. Girls, time to wash." Eliska repeated the madame's order in Czech and the girls, hunting around for their panties, filed out of the room with the boy, waving goodbye to us. Madame Ivanka followed, returning a few minutes later with Skoda, dressed in baggy trousers and a threadbare sweater. "No coat?" Anton asked the madame. "Just what he have," Madame Ivanka said. "He can wear mine," Tommy said, taking off his sheepskin jacket and putting it on Skoda's shoulders. "I tell Skoda you take him to America," the madame said. "He very happy." "We're happy to have him," Anton said. "Amerika," Skoda said. Anton took the boy by the hand and we all left the brothel, heading back to the Metropole. At the hotel, there was a tangle of naked women, girls, and pantibois on the plush carpet in the middle of the suite, a mass of flesh, writhing, moaning, gasping, crying out, tongues lapping at pussies or suckling nipples, wet fingers or glistening pricklets dipping into tight holes. There was lingerie strewn everywhere and the air was redolent with the scent of pussy. Karen and Jenny were at the center of this sea of flesh. Annalise was sitting on Jenny's face while Sabrina ravished the woman's pussy. Sooma was on top of Karen, slowly churning her mother's juicy snatch with her slender cock. Polly lay between their legs, lovingly rimming our ladyboy's tight pucker. Next to them, Mae and Lia lay head to toe, faces buried between each other's thighs, engaged in their favorite activity, pleasuring each other's succulent slit. "Ah...ah...ah...ah..." Angie was gasping rhythmically as she rode Alana's slick pecker. Next to her, Keira was on top of Linn, slowly pumping her plump little pussy. Kristin and Juanita were locked into a writhing sixty-nine, their moans muffled by each other's goodies. Brooke and Audrie were taking turns ravishing Katya's tasty little twat while Michelle and Bethany laid on the carpet, their legs intertwined, grinding their hairless slits together. "Wow, it's a pussy party," Milo said, taking off his coat. He and Tommy grabbed beers from the mini fridge, handing one to Fabian, one to Jake, and another to Anton Rene took off his clothes and joined the sea of flesh writhing on the carpet, offering his hard little pecker to Michelle, who readily accepted it, hungrily sucking the boy's pricklet while she pressed her pussy against Bethany's. Skoda just stood there, looking lost in Tommy's overcoat, taking it all in. "Brew, Dad?" Tommy asked me. "I'm sticking with vodka," I said. There was none left in the minibar, so I called down to room service for a bottle. It arrived a few minutes later. By that point, Karen was bucking and thrashing beneath Sooma, her arms and legs wrapped around the ladyboy's flexing form. Jenny had Annalise crying out and convulsing as she feasted on the girl's plump little twat. Mae and Lia were in the throes of their orgasms, their thighs quivering, cries of pleasure muffled by each other's bald cleft. Angie and Linn were trembling as Alana and Keira's stiff dicks plunged in and out of their tiny pussies. Almost simultaneously, the twins stiffened and added their voices to the chorus of delight, their little bodies shuddering in the grips of orgasmic spasms. Katya, too, was coming hard as Brooke lashed her tiny clit and Audrie feasted on her nipples. "Uhhhhng!" Sooma groaned as she buried her smooth penis in Karen's honeypot, spurting gobs of her hot, spicy jism in her mother's hungry hole. Karen hugged the ladyboy tightly, kissing and nuzzling her neck. As Sooma relaxed on top of her, Karen slowly became aware of our presence. I was perched on the couch, sipping a glass of vodka, along with Anton, Tommy, Milo, Jake, and Fabian, observing this delightful little orgy. Then Karen's eyes fell on Skoda, standing in the doorway in a coat three sizes too big for him. "I take it the shoot went well," I said, taking another sip of vodka. "Peter, who's that?" Karen said. A few of the girls, those not immersed in the throes of their pleasure, turned to look at the boy. "His name is Gregor," I said. "But they call him 'Skoda'." "We tried calling your cell from Madame Ivanka's," Anton said. "But it went to voicemail." "Another blond, Peter?" Jenny said. She'd lifted Annalise off of her face and now Sabrina was cradling the sleepy little girl in her arms. "The police are cracking down on the brothels," I said. "Apparently, girls are fine, but the Czech authorities frown on catamites." "Does he speak English?" Karen asked. Sooma had rolled off of her and now Karen came over to where Skoda was standing. She took Tommy's coat off of the boy's shoulders and knelt in front of him, examining him closely. Skoda stood there passively. "Not really," I said. "Lia, would you come here?" Karen said. "Yes, Mommy," the girl said, disengaging herself from Mae. She wiped her face and kissed our pretty China doll before getting up from the carpet. "Would you translate for me, sweetie?" Karen asked Lia. "I'll try, Mommy," she said. "It's been a few years since I spoke the language to anyone." "Do your best, honey," Karen said. "Tell Sko-...tell Gregor that my name is Karen." Lia translated for the boy, then he replied with a single sentence. "What did he say?" asked Karen. "He wants to know if you're his new madame," Lia said. Karen shook her head. "Tell him I'll be his new mommy," she said. Lia translated this. "Amerika mama?" Skoda asked. "Yes, American mommy," Karen said. The boy hesitated for a moment, then he hugged Karen tightly. "That's a good boy, sweetie," she said. "Would you like me to give boy a bath?" Sabrina asked. She'd handed Annalise to Jenny, who was kissing and cooing over the girl. "Yes, please," Karen said. "I'll see if I can find him clothes that fit. Fabian, would you mind lending Gregor a pair of pants and a shirt?" "Okay, no problem," the dreadlocked boy said. "I go get." "I'll help Sabrina," Lia said. She took the boy's hand and they followed the au pair into one of the bathrooms. Sabrina ran the bathtub's faucets and began to undress Skoda. The boy resisted at first, but then Lia said something that made him comply. "I told him that I'd take a bath with him," Lia said. Karen and I watched from the doorway as Sabrina and Lia helped Skoda out of his clothes. Lia pulled down his worn cotton briefs; suddenly she was face to face with his plump penis. "Wow," she said. "Sweet cock." "That is a nice one," Sabrina said. She helped Lia and Skoda into the bath. The kids sat facing each other as the au pair began to lather their bodies with soap. Skoda relaxed, enjoying Sabrina's gentle touch. Lia said something to the boy in Czech and reached under the water with soapy hands, fondling his cock and hairless balls. Skoda sighed and closed his eyes, a smile forming on his face. "I guess he can stay," Jenny said. "It'll be nice to have another boy around the house. He could lose a few pounds, though." "The boy spent most of his life just sitting around a bordello," I said. "They fed him rich food and his only exercise was sucking and getting fucked. Give him a few weeks with Milo and Tommy, hiking through the woods and eating healthy food. He'll be fit as a fiddle by springtime." Skoda spent that night on a cot in the room Milo, Tommy, and Fabian shared. Lia was with them as well, translating for the boy. He'd overcome his initial timidity, and was full of questions about his new life. By the time we were ready to return to the States, Per had couriered over paper for the boy, under the name "Gregor Skoda", since we didn't know his real last name and neither did he, having been sold to Madame Ivanka when he was just three years old. We flew out of Prague, stopping off at Gander, Newfoundland to refuel, then we headed for Atlanta, home of Missy's Pretty Panties. Crystal, the owner of this pioneering online lingerie shop for young girls, had invited us to visit. While we shot a feature for next April's panty issue of Playtoy Magazine, we'd be staying at a big plantation house owned by Blake, one of our oldest subscribers and an early investor. He'd recouped his money ten-fold, and we had a standing invitation to visit. I'd traded e-mails with him before we left for Europe, and he was eager to meet our kids. Blake was also a friend of Crystal's, having put up the seed money that helped her convert what was once a small eBay shop to a full-fledged e-commmerce site selling lingerie and sex toys worldwide. Blake sent his man Carver in a bus to meet us at Hartsfield Airport. The trip out to the old plantation took a little over an hour, through the nicer suburbs of Atlanta. Gregor was glued to his window the whole time, with Lia pointing out those things that were uniquely American to the boy, like oversized SUVs and sprawling shopping malls. I'd had a talk with Lia on the plane while we were over the Atlanic, explaining what culture shock was. She'd been too young to experience that when she joined our family, but she understood all the same. It had taken her some adjustment to get used to a new life in a new country, away from her mother and the squalor in which they'd lived. "Good to see you, Peter," Blake said, greeting us in the grand entry hall of his mansion. "Your family has grown quite a bit since we last met." "I'm thinking of starting a football team," I said. "How've you been?" "Just dandy," Blake said. He was a tall fellow in his early fifties, rangy, with a head of distinguished white hair and a mustache to match. "Come, we'll have drinks in the greenhouse," Blake said. "It's nice and warm there this time of year." We followed him to the back of the cavernous home, out to a large glassed-in enclosure. Blake's kids were playing hide-and-go-seek among the rows and columns of planters. "You be careful 'round those, Adam," a teenaged girl called out. She was visibly pregnant, and holding a four year old girl on her hip. "Our guests are here, Em," Blake said. "My word," she said. "There are so many of you. Pleased to meet you. I'm Emily, and this here's April. Say hi, sweetie." "Hi," April said, then she shyly hid her face in Emily's long blonde hair. "Nice to meet you," Karen said. "When are you due?" "Nigh on two months," Emily said. "Cassie, call the kids, willya?" Blake said. Cassie, a fifteen year old girl with a ripe set of breasts, began to call the kids' names. "Donny! Lacey! Willie! Sandi! Reggie! Company's here!" she shouted. "Daisy! Denny! Adam! Game's over!" Boys and girls, some wearing just their underwear, began to appear among the planters, slowly approaching the crowd of people who had suddenly appeared in their house. In addition to Emily, Cassie, and April, there was Donnie, 13, Lacey, 12, Will, 11, Sandi and Reggie, both nine, Denny, 7, Daisy, 6, and Adam, just turned five. Between our family and Blake's, introductions took a few minutes. During that time, Carver appeared with a pair of Filipino maids carrying trays of refreshments. I sipped a glass of sourmash bourbon while Karen chose wine. Juice boxes were handed out to the kids, who were just beginning to mingle with each other. We'd both known Blake for a long time, back when Emily and Cassie were his only children, 7 and 6 years old, respectively. Now he was married to both and Emily was about to bear a child. Blake's family was Old South, having survived the Civil War and Reconstruction by investing their money overseas, mostly in industrial ventures in England, France, and Germany. The cotton fields had been switched over to less labor intensive crops, worked over by tenant farmers. Blake's wealth meant he could live a life of leisure, allowing him to adopt children abandoned or orphaned in poor rural areas and give them a better life, one of pleasure and luxury. "Crystal and Sam should be along with their kids to join us for dinner," Blake said. "How long are you staying? We're having a club meeting here this weekend." "We'll be heading back Sunday," Karen said. Just then, a young black man in a servant's livery appeared and whispered something to Blake. "Thank you, Bartholomew," Blake said. "Your luggage has been brought upstairs. Perhaps you'd care to get settled and rest up before dinner." "That's most kind of you," Karen said. We followed the servant upstairs to the guest quarters. If I had to guess, I'd estimate that Blake's ancestral mansion had thirty or forty bedrooms, some arranged in suites of two or three bed chambers around a sitting room. While I sat down and nursed my bourbon, Karen, Sabrina, and Anton got the kids dressed for dinner. Karen figured that Crystal would attire her children in their finest togs, so we prepared for a formal dinner. I put on a suit, as did Anton, Milo, Tommy, and Fabian. The younger boys wore crisp white shirts and black trousers. Karen, Jenny, Sabrina, Sooma, and Mae wore sleek black cocktail dresses, while the younger girls and our three pantibois donned frilly party dresses with frothy petticoats and adorable ruffled panties underneath. "Well, hello again," Crystal said as we came downstairs for dinner. She and her husband Sam, along with their eight children, had arrived while we were getting dressed. Sam, a wiry man in his late thirties, swigged a bottle of beer while Crystal introduced her children. We'd already met Mary Jo, Missy, and Luci at the Young World convention in Copenhagen the month before. The girls - eight, six, and four years old - were her pagaent queens. Even now they were dressed as if they were about to compete, wearing short, frilly party frocks, their blonde hair carefully coiffed. We hadn't yet met the rest of Crystal and Sam's children: Becca and Bo, both 12, Seth, 9, Cam, 5, and Lee, a cute three year old boy. Her daughter Becca wore a vintage pink dress, with a full skirt supported by rows of petticoats, while her sons were dressed in sharp blue suits. "We'd like to do the shoot on Friday," Karen said to Crystal. "If that's okay with you." "That's just fine," Crystal said. "We've got quite a show for you." "Dinner is served," Carver announced, leading us into an ornate dining hall. A long table dominated the room, which was lined with almost a score of liveried servants, ready to pour wine or water or to pull out a seat for a lady. I was flanked by Karen and Crystal, and seated opposite Lacey and Becca, who spent a good deal of dinner whispering about Tommy, Milo and, most of all, Fabian and Sooma. I needed no reminder that we were in the South, seeing as all of the servants waiting on us were black or Filipino. Fabian's complexion most resembled the former, Sooma's the latter and, with the exception of this pair, Juanita, and our Asian girls - Mae, Angie, Linn, and Annalise - everyone else at the table was white. "It's delicious," Karen said, tucking into our meal. There had been an appetizer course, sauteed Gulf shrimp in a light lemon butter sauce, then a soup course, vichyssoise. The main course was a sort of surf and turf, barbequed pork and grilled Maine lobster. The vegetables, with the exception of the potatoes used for the soup, were all locally grown, some from Blake's own greenhouse. It didn't hurt that the wine flowed freely. "Peter, we'd love to have you and your crowd join us for the club meeting this weekend," Crystal said. "The more the merrier." "I'm looking forward to it," I said. Blake was the head of a group called the Junior Sex Club, sort of an East Coast version of the Gathering. The difference between the two was that while the Gathering was almost entirely single-parent households, most of the members of the Junior Sex Club were still married. In addition, same sex encounters, while not prohibited, were largely kept on the down low. Other than that, the two groups were much the same, adults and children enjoying the pleasures of each others' bodies. During dinner, our children were mostly well behaved. Sabrina had slipped a Girlgasm into Annalise's panties when she dressed her, and the girl smiled dreamily while she ate. I knew, however, that Annalise was a ticking time bomb set to explode, and that she'd pounce on Jake's plump weiner the first chance she'd get. Gregor seemed to get used to this unfamiliar atmosphere, thanks to Lia, who sat with him and told him what foods were being served. He liked the shrimp and lobster, which he'd never had before, though the cold soup didn't do much for him. Blake's kids were on their best behavior, even four year old April, however the same couldn't be said for Crystal's children. Mary Jo and Missy acted like spoiled brats, complaining about the meal and begging their mother to let them take off their dresses. Little Luci wasn't much better, and it was obvious that as she grew older she'd be more and more like her two sisters. Eventually, Crystal asked for more wine, letting her twelve year old twin son and daughter Becca and Bo act as surrogate parents. "Mommmmm!" Missy yelled as the dessert was being served. "I wanna suck that boy's black cock!" Sooma could hardly contain her laughter, but Fabian looked like he wanted to crawl under the table. "Missy, behave," Becca said. "Ain't gonna be suckin' no cock if you keep this up." "Only cock you'll get is up your little ass," Bo said. "And no grease on the thing." "I wouldn't mind that none," Mary Jo said. "Seth puts it up there all the time." © 2014 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com