Papa Jack's Dollhouse Chapter Seven © 2012 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com "Welcome to Salem Valley," Grandpa Al said. He was accompanied by two women, one in her forties, the other in her thirties, and a pregnant teen girl. "Thank you," I said, shaking his hand. I'd spoken and exchanged e-mails with the founder of the Gathering, but we'd never met in person. "This is Katherine, my assistant," Al said, introducing the fortyish woman, "and Helen." The other woman smiled and shook my hand. "And this is my granddaughter Heather." I invited them into the parlor. "I'm afraid we haven't much to offer in the way of refreshments," I said. Though the refrigerator and pantry had been stocked, there wasn't any liquor in the house. "Don't you worry about that," Al said. "We're the welcoming committee, and we've taken care of everything." I followed Al out to his truck, helping him bring boxes and bags into the house. There was an assortment of liquors and wines, some gourmet foods, and clothes for the children. Helen was a fashion designer, and there were plenty of new outfits for the children, from socks and underwear to winter coats and boots. I thanked them for their generousity. "Would you like to meet the kids?" I asked them. "We'd love to," Katherine said. I had Jade round up the children and bring them down to the parlor. As if preparing to entertain a client, everyone lined up in order of age, from Jade to Vicki. "When are you due?" Helen asked when she noticed Jade's swelling tummy. "Four months," she replied. "Such lovely children," Al remarked, walking down the line. He bent down to address our youngest girl. "What's your name?" "Vicki," she replied. "Did she entertain, too?" Al asked me. "Oral only," I said. "She loves the taste." "Delightful," Al said. "Well, we've got to get back to the ranch. We'll send the van around to pick everyone up for dinner." I thanked them again and saw them to the door. Back in the parlor, the children were rummaging through the boxes of clothing, trying on various items. Some of the underwear were items that Helen had designed and produced, including panties both sexy and demure. "This is hilarious," Jade said, holding up a pair of pink cotton panties small enough to fit Vicki. The words "Daddy's Little Cocksucker" were printed on the front. Some of the panties had lace trimmed slits in the crotch, allowing access to the girls' tender holes. One pair of pink satin ruffled panties had an opening in the bottom, exposing a girl's tiny anus. Jade and Lin made sure the kids had the right sized clothing. "Very short skirt," Lin said, dressing Trina in a tiny mini. "Show your sexy panty." Once the clothing was divided up and the food and liquor put away, I had a drink on the porch while Jade and Lin got the kids dressed for dinner. Soon a van appeared, coming up the gravel path. Max was at the wheel, accompanied by two children, a teen boy and a young girl. "These are my kids," he said after parking the van. "Mark and Mindy." I noticed that Max and his kids were wearing only underwear. "Oh, right," Max said, when he saw my doubletake. "It's customary to just wear underwear at dinners at the ranch." "That's an interesting custom," I said. I went back into the house and informed Jade and Lin that the kids wouldn't have to get dressed, just underpants and shoes. The kids, most of whom were half dressed, began to take off their clothes. Jade and Lin began to usher the kids out of the house. We all piled into the van and headed for the ranch. "It's bigger than our old home," Jade said when she got her first look at the ranch. It was a sprawling structure, with barns and outbuildings behind it. Beyond that was a broad meadow that stretched out to the distant hills. There were horses and sheep grazing on the tall grass. We exited the van and headed into the ranch. Grandpa Al was there to greet us at the door, and he gave us a brief tour of the place. "Guest rooms are down that way," he said, pointing to a long corridor. "My extended family lives in this wing. Down here is the nursery." We stopped outside the nursery's glass window. Inside, Heather and a group of teenaged girls, all dressed in just panties, were tending to a bevy of toddlers and infants. One pretty blonde teen was changing a baby boy's diaper. She leaned over and took his tiny pecker in her mouth and began to suck the cooing infant. "Would your girls like to help out sometime?" Al asked. "We can always use a hand in the nursery." "I'd love to," Jade said. "Me, too," Lin added. Cherry and Monique, too, expressed a desire to take care of the Gathering's youngest. "I'll have Heather set up a schedule," Al said. Then he led us to the dining hall, a spacious room with a low stage at one end and a bar and buffet on the other. It reminded me of those mountain resorts that the company had sometimes leased for training. There were dozens of round tables set up for dining, and the place was a beehive of activity as teenaged boys and girls brought stainless steel platters out of a busy kitchen. "We used to have precooked food trucked up from the city," Al explained. "Now we do all our own cooking onsite. Come, let's eat." Someone had thoughtfully cooked a platter of fish and rice for the kids, though I hoped to get them acclimated to American food. Jade and Lin prepared plates for the youngest, while the rest of the kids built their own. I was glad to see some of them sample a few of the unfamiliar dishes, like beef stew and macaroni and cheese. I filled a plate with roast beef, mashed potatoes, and steamed carrots and went to our tables. As we dug in to our dinners, families were beginning to filter into the dining hall. "Ah, here's Katherine," Al said. He had just finished a plate of fried chicken. The woman had a bag of colored bracelets. "The children are given wristbands to show what activities they can enjoy," she explained. Then she went around to all the children, asking them about things they'd done with clients and each other. Girls and boys who engaged in oral sex got blue bracelets. Pink ones signified vaginal sex, brown for anal, black for group sex, green for girl-on-girl action, yellow for watersports. Girls and boys who still had their cherry got a white bracelet. The dining hall soon became a crowded place. Our kids were nearly overwhelmed, looking around to see so many unfamiliar people. The members of the Gathering would stop by the table, a few at a time, and introduce themselves. Helen came by with her little girl Caitlyn, a pretty nine-year-old who had her mother's flaming red hair. A young teen transsexual named Chrissie introduced herself to Cissy, having spotted our pretty ladyboy and determined that she was a special girl like herself. So many people came by to greet us that I began to lose track of all the names and faces. After dinner, Grandpa Al got up to address the crowd. He welcomed us publicly and wished us much happiness here in Salem Valley. Al introduced each of the kids individually; remarkably, he remembered all of their names. "We now have two pretty little girls named Lolita," Al said. "So we're doubly blessed." Grandpa Al concluded his remarks by asking everyone to give us a warm Salem Valley welcome. Max had mentioned that newcomers always garnered a lot of attention, so I knew that our kids would be engaged in many pleasurable activities. Once the last dishes were cleared away, a group of teenage boys began to fold up the tables and stack the chairs. Large pads were brought out of a storage room and placed on the floor, covering about a quarter of the room. A DJ began setting up his equipment on the stage and the bar began to do a brisk business. I decided to brave the crowd and get a drink. "Hi, I'm Randy," a tall man in his late thirties said, extending his hand for a shake. "Jack," I said. "That's my little girl Cindy," he said, pointing out a pretty blonde girl holding hands with a younger blonde child. They were standing with a young woman in her twenties. "And that's Lolita." "Are they sisters?" I asked. "No, Lolita is Molly's daughter. She's the woman next to them." "Ah, I see." "They're practically sisters," he said. "Sometimes it's hard to pry them off of their double dong." Once the mats were laid down on the floor, people began to put them to good use. A middle-aged man led a young teen girl to the mats, gently laying her down before going to town on her pussy with his tongue. A blonde woman led a little boy by the hand and began to ravish his little stiffy. Two teen girls laid head to toe, their faces buried between each other's thighs. Little by little, people began to populate the padded area of the room, kissing and caressing, sucking and licking, and in a few cases fucking. My kids stayed gathered together in a loose knot, watching the action. It was Grandpa Al who broke the ice. Kneeling down in front of Vicki, he got the uncharacteristically shy little girl to follow him to the mats, where he had her straddle his face. As he ravished her succulent slit with his probing tongue, she began to moan and squirm. It was the youngest girls who seemed to get the most attention. Soon after Al invited Vicki to sit on his face, Helen and Caitlyn asked Trina if she wanted to play. As Trina sat in Helen's lap, Caitlyn buzzed the little girl's tiny pussy with a small vibrator, making her squirm and moan. That's not to say that the older kids were neglected. A tanned blond teen boy invited Monique to dance, and soon she was kneeling at his feet, sucking the boy's smooth teen cock. Max, too, invited Cherry to join him and his kids on the mats. Mark and Mindy made her feel welcome by sucking and kissing her tiny breast buds while their father licked her sweet pussy. Just then, a little blonde girl walked over to where we were standing. [UNFINISHED] © 2012 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com