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Last Time Film Part 1
By Leslie Schmidt
Ming could feel that her daddy was building. His pushes were becoming harder and his breathing on her neck deeper. He was squeezing her harder too, rubbing his finger along her clit with firmer pressure and he had stopped stroking her right nipple, rubbing it gently between his finger and thumb up to a point like she had shown him-not pinching them uncomfortably like he used to.
This was Mat's favorite position to fuck his nine year old, on their sides, like spoons. As they got closer and closer to their mutual orgasm, Ming was arching her back against his chest, her arms over her head, one hand on his shoulder, the other in his hair, her head turned to the side of his face. This way he could run his hands the length of her smooth torso, she was so light there was no discomfort at all from her laying across his right arm. He loved the feeling of rubbing her hairless pre-teen crotch, stroking her tiny clit and feeling his cock moving in and out of her with his finger tip. He had stopped rubbing her nipples with his other hand, instead he had it spread on her flat chest, holding her. He knew that, as he built, he'd squeeze her nipples too hard and hurt her, and he didn't want his little girl to feel anything but the greatest pleasure when they made love.
She knew from the way he was blowing out his breath across the side of her face, the way his cock seemed to grow even bigger inside her, that her daddy was about to cum. At the same time a shiver went through her. She wrapped her foot around the back of his leg and pulled herself harder against him as she also pulled his head, pushing his chin into her shoulder.
She was so thin and light in his arms, like a the piece of fine porcelain she so much resembled, that Mat feared sometimes he might break her as he came. Her shiver and a squeak in her throat put him over...
Ming loved the feeling of her daddy's sperm filling her-a warm fullness in her tummy, the feeling of the little floods of him inside her as he pushed against her. Sometimes he'd push too hard and hurt her, but even that seemed to make her own waves and shivers feel better. Then he'd hold her very tight, just pressing his cock as deep inside her as it could go as it twitched and pumped the last shots of cum into her nine year old womb. At the same time her vagina would quiver around him and the flood of pressure and warmth would pass up her abdomen and down her thighs, only to be replaced with the most marvelous warmth and relaxation.
Now they both rolled forward, still on their sides, but now Mat was like a warm blanket half covering his little daughter. They were both breathing deeply-warm, relaxed. His cock was still hard inside her, but the firm shaft was no longer pushing, stretching her tiny sex. There was a fullness inside her, and his body covering her-this was the closest she could ever feel to her daddy with him covering her and filling her. She made a contented sigh and snuggled her face into the pillow as she pulled on her daddy's arms, wrapping them tighter around herself. She also moved her butt back and forth, pressing it against his abdomen and enjoying the feeling of his still hard cock inside herself.
Mat smiled to himself. This was the second time today he'd left his sperm inside his daughter. Earlier that day, as they drove down to LA from his parent's house in Hayward, she had blown him on I-5. He'd not asked, she had just reached across from the right seat and started rubbing him through his shorts. Without a word between them she had knelt on her seat and undone his fly. Only a few minutes later he had emptied his balls into the fourth grader's mouth as she sucked him incredibly hard while running her tongue back and forth across his cock head. Then she'd lifted up and looked at him through dreamy eyes, her black hair half covering he face, and pushed just a little of the goo out from her lips with her tongue. As a drop of semen stretched off her chin and dripped into her hair, she swallowed the rest of his load.
It had been a bitter-sweet visit with his parents, as most of them were. A letter had come from China, from Ming's mother in Xeoping. Ming's grandmother had translated the Chinese characters and given Ming a copy to read for herself. Then she had painstakingly changed Ming's own neat block printing back into Chinese. This was the only way the little girl knew her mother. Jiaying had been deported back to China soon after Ming (short for Mingxia) was born-Ming had actually been born in a detention center just outside San Francisco.
Ming now had a little half brother in China. Her mother had married a man she met in the factory she worked at, now they lived in a small apartment provided by the company. Ming didn't understand all this, only that her father and mother hadn't really known each other for long before she was born.
It was only eight o'clock. Mat waited until Ming's breathing had become slow and regular. His dick, now soft but still inside her, slipped out when he moved back from her. He slid out from under the sheet and blanket but made sure that his daughter would stay covered, then went into the living room and lit off his laptop. He wanted to check his e- mail so he'd not be surprised by anything at work in the morning. Then he settled in to reading a couple of articles in the sports news.
A couple of minutes later the toilet flushed in the master bath and then Ming came out, wrapped in a light robe. She sat down across from her father.
"What'cha reading Daddy?"
"Oh, nothing hon," he responded, putting the laptop aside. "Just more about drugs and baseball."
He looked closely at his daughter...she was so sexy when her hair was a mess like this, her face peering out through the frizzy cloud of her black hair. It was long enough now for her to sit on it.
"Anything happening in school dear?" he asked. Ming was an excellent student and, in spite of her disappointment that her best friend (and occasional lover) Sarah was not in her class this year, she seemed to be having a good time.
"No," the fourth grader answered. "I wish we'd go faster in math, I get tired of the other kids being lazy and not studying. I'm ready for the test."
"Well honey, you seem to have a real talent there."
"I just wish I could move on," Ming said.
"Maybe things will get better once the testing's over."
"No," the girl responded, "then the teachers figure they've done this year's stuff."
They were silent for a minute, Mat picked up his computer again.
"Daddy, can I read some?"
Mat looked at his watch...9:15. "Sure, for a little while."
He watched the slim form of his daughter as she walked out of the room. The robe was very short, just reaching half way down her long thighs and so light, the fabric almost translucent, that it did little to hide the shapes underneath. His dick firmed just a bit in spite of the fact he had just cum little while earlier. When she sat back down, cross-legged on the couch, and before she covered her legs with a throw blanket, he saw the dried white flakes of his sperm on her pussy lips and the insides of her thighs.
They sat in silence for several minutes-Mat occasionally clicking the touch pad or Ming turning pages in her Kindle. Then Ming got up and went into the kitchen.
"Can I have a Coke?"
"Only the diet, caffeine free one dear," Mat called through the doorway. "And would you bring me one too?"
She handed the cold can to her father, then sat back down. Ming was a little nervous as she looked at her daddy.
"What?" he asked, noticing her expression.
"Daddy? Can I ask you something?"
"Of course dear." He closed the lid of his laptop.
"And you won't get mad?"
"You know I won't get mad just for asking honey. What do you want?"
Ming twirled a lock of her hair, a nervous habit she'd had since she was a toddler.
"Well," she looked really nervous, her voice was high. "Sarah and I were talking and...we want to make another movie."
"Uh huh," Mat said, but he knew there was more to it than that, he'd actually asked her a couple of times if she wanted to make more movies at the studio down in Costa Mesa.
"But..." Ming paused, "we want to do it with Charlie."
Mat wasn't surprised, and he didn't really know how he felt about it. So far he was the only guy she'd ever had sex with (he thought-he didn't know about the time in the limo with the studio owner, Joe Anderson). He'd imagined watching Ming with another guy, Charlie in particular, and the idea both was a turn-on and a bit upsetting.
"I'll have to think about it honey," he said. "I know it's selfish, but I kind of like having you all to myself...but I've also told you that, someday, you'll want to be with other guys..."
"You're not mad?" she asked.
"No honey. Just let me think about it."
Half an hour later they went back to bed, and he fucked her again. This time he was on top, on his elbows and knees with his preteen daughter splayed out underneath him, her legs up in the air above his back. She hugged him tight, pushing her chin into his shoulder, as he came, pumping just a tiny bit of sperm into her to join the much larger load from earlier that evening.
Ming didn't come. She was too nervous. She was afraid she'd hurt her daddy's feelings.
* * *
It had been a big disappointment to both girls when they discovered that they weren't in the same class for forth grade. Still, as long as their classmates behaved, Ming and Sara were able to sit together in the lunch room and see each other at recess.
Lunch and recess were different now. The forth and fifth graders shared the times (it had been second and third together last year) and they didn't have to ask permission to leave the table to go outside anymore. Also, if they wanted, they could go to the library after lunch and, on the playground, the swings and jungle-gym were left unused. If it was too smoggy, Ming and Sara would walk together to the library but on nice days they went outside.
Today it was smoggy and the two girls walked together down the breezeway toward the library. Ming had been waiting for a time that she could talk privately with her best friend and lover, but there always seemed to be other kids around or, worse, teachers.
Sara grabbed Ming's sleeve and pulled her into a Girls Room as they went by. It was seldom used, being right next door to the Office, and small, only having two stalls. After they had glanced under the partitions they knew they were alone.
"Did you talk to your father?" Sara asked, nervous.
"Yeah, I was so afraid that he'd be mad," Ming replied. "But, I don't think he was. He said he'd have to think about it."
"Oh, I hope so. It'll be so much fun."
Ming bounced up and down on her feet, then took her friend's hands. "I hope so too."
Suddenly, Sara lifted up on her toes and kissed Ming on the lips. Over the summer, Sara had caught up some in height. Ming was only an inch taller than her friend now. They hugged and went out the door.
Later, when they were sitting across from each other in the library, they decided that they'd arrange a sleepover for the weekend.
* * *
Mat was distracted as he drove between service calls that day. He usually spent a lot of his days sitting in traffic on LA freeways, and today that gave him a bit too much time to think.
He knew that the time would come that Ming would want to be with other men. He hadn't really expected to confront this until she was a teenager. It was really his fault, he realized. He had opened the idea of being with others by introducing her to making movies. Before she had probably never even thought of it. Sex was something she and daddy did, not other people. It had been part of their relationship since she was a tiny baby. Before she could walk she knew how nice it was for him to lick her when he was changing her diaper. Then, as she got older, she learned how much he liked it when he rubbed his cock against her or had her suck it until he came. The goo that came out didn't taste good, but she knew her daddy really like it when she let him shoot it in her mouth, so she let him do it. Then, about a year ago, they had gone 'all the way'.
Mat knew he had only himself to blame. The idea of taking her virginity on film was too much of a turn-on to resist. But now it had led to her wanting to make movies with other men, he wasn't sure he was OK with that. Then again, what the hell did he expect?
Ming had grown up with feelings and drives that other children didn't experience. How could he expect that she wouldn't want to try new things, try different people? Especially when she had another lover-albeit another nine year old girl. Again, that was his fault. He had watched as Sara and Ming first made love, again for a movie. Now it seemed that they were in bed together every chance they had. Hell, he even encouraged it. He even went so far as to secretly install a webcam in his daughter's room so he could watch.
He knew the idea that it would be a three-way with Sara was a pretext thought up by the girls. Now she wanted to do it with another man, the fellow that Sara had made a bunch of movies with-big surprise.
That afternoon, while sitting in traffic on the Garden Grove Freeway, he decided that she could do it; he just didn't want to be there to watch. He dug out his cell phone and found Sarah's mom's number.
Joan wasn't able to get to her phone before the ringer cut out. It was buried in her purse that was hung on the back of her chair. Even as the voicemail was recording she saw that the call was from Mat. She waited a minute so she wouldn't get a busy tone, then pushed the 'dial' icon on the screen.
"Hi Mat, sorry I couldn't get to my phone in time."
"That's fine-I'm just sitting in traffic on the Garden Grove," Mat replied.
"Gee, maybe if I look out the window I can see you."
"Naw, I'm in Westminster right now."
"What's up?" Joan asked.
"Well, the girl's have been talking...and...."
"They can do a sleep-over at my place," Joan broke in.
"That too," Mat laughed. "No, actually, Ming wants to make another movie."
"I see," Joan said after a pause.
"Ming asked me if she could make a movie with Sarah...and Charlie."
Joan had started to subtly discourage Sarah from wanting to make any more movies. The last one, where she'd been with a new fellow Joe had found, hadn't worked out well. She was uncomfortable from the start with the idea, then he'd pretty much used her-not really trying to make her feel good about having sex. Still, Joan knew that Sarah really liked Charlie and wanted to have sex with him.
Sarah had told her mom that Ming had only ever had sex with her dad and Joan had sensed that it was because Mat didn't want her with other guys. This was something new.
"Are you alright with that?" she asked.
"I guess I have to be," Mat replied. "I've heard them talking, I know that Ming wants to do it with Charlie, my guess' that they think I'll approve if it's with Sarah too."
"Uh huh," Joan said.
"Thing is," Mat continued, "I don't want to be there. Would you take them?"
A flash of anger went through Joan-it was alright for her to watch her preteen daughter getting fucked while making porn films to be 'enjoyed' by thousands of strangers, but not for Mat to watch HIS daughter...! She bit back a sarcastic remark as the image of some fat, sweaty, balding old fart jerked off in front of his computer while her daughter gleefully swallowed a man's cum with a crowd of people, Joan included, smiled and looked on, thinking about the balance in their checking accounts.
"Well, I guess so...Have you talked to Joe?" She wasn't able to completely keep an angry edge out of her voice.
"No," Mat replied.
"Well, you call and set it up for this weekend. Sally and I will take them down." She figured the LEAST he could do was make the arrangements.
* * *
The red LED was flashing on the phone indicating a missed call, message, or e-mail. As he sat down while digging in his pocket for the keys to the cash box he saw who the call was from.
"Hey, Mat, this is Joe Anderson," he said after hitting the 'Dial' button.
"Joe, thanks for calling. I'd like, well, the girls would like to make another movie."
"Oh," Joe was fumbling to get the cash box out of his desk drawer while holding the phone under his cheek, "that sounds great. It's been a while, I'm sure their fans would like to see another...ahhh...they want to make one together?"
"Well, actually, they want to make one with Charlie, a threesome. And, well, Ming wants to, she wants to do it, have sex with Charlie."
The idea intrigued Joe, he stopped with the box for a moment. Ming had only made two films before-one was a little girl lesbian scene with Sarah and the other was when she'd had her cherry popped by her father. Joe was pretty sure that the girls had kept what happened at a party last summer a secret. It was obvious that Mat wanted to keep his daughter to himself but now that might be changing.
"Sure! Sounds great," the wheels were turning as Joe thought of what sort of movie they might set up. "Have you talked to Joan?"
"Yeah, she wants me to set it up. Then she and Sally will bring them down."
"OK," the significance of Mat not including himself wasn't lost on Joe. The full idea was forming in Joe's mind. "How 'bout Saturday, they come down around mid- morning?"
"Sounds cool," Mat replied.
"Good. Look Mat, I should call Joan and talk to her, then I'll give you a call back. Is that OK?"
"Thanks," Mat responded, sounding a little relieved. "That might work out better."
"OK, I'll be in touch." Joe rang off just as Natialia, a buxom blonde Russian woman came into the office leading her recently de-flowered eight year old, Olga. The skinny girl had started to cry when Joe popped her cherry half an hour earlier but now she seemed OK.
He looked up as he started counting out the hundred dollar bills. "You OK honey?"
The little girl smiled bravely. "Yeah, is OK."
"We be back for more movie?" Natialia asked as she eyed the cash.
"Maybe in a few weeks," Joe replied.
* * *
Joan was expecting the call and she hesitated before answering it. She was sitting in her cubical, so she picked up the phone and headed for the exit, not wanting anyone to overhear. There was an alcove at the end of the hall that was usually deserted.
"Hi Joe," she answered as she approached the door. "Give me a minute."
"OK," Joe responded.
Fifteen seconds later she could talk again.
"I've been expecting your call," she said.
"Yeah, Mat talked to you?"
"Uh huh."
"Have you asked Sarah about it?"
"No, she's at school," Joan responded. "But you know the girls have talked about it and I'd be really surprised if she didn't want to." Her voice was flat, Joan had never been comfortable with her daughter's aspiring to be a porn star. What she thought was a quick way out of a financial bind was turning into an early career choice for her nine year old. Still, she already had one or maybe even two years of college paid for.
"I'd like for them to come down on Saturday morning. I want to do some shooting of them out for a day. You know, visiting the mall, maybe going to the beach. We'll have Charlie being, like, Sarah's father taking her and a friend out for a day. Then I'd like to bring them up to my place-it's in Mission Viejo-and we'll finish it up on my back patio, with the pool and the like."
Of course, what he meant was that they'd make a movie of two little nine year old girls first making lesbian love to each other and then one of them having sex with a man who's almost old enough to be her father. Also, knowing Sarah, she'd certainly not want to be left out-Joan knew damn well that her daughter would end up being fucked by somebody, probably Joe Anderson.
Then whole thing would get posted on the internet for anyone willing to shell out three figures for a membership to watch.
"Yeah, OK," Joan said. "Sally has the day off too, so I guess we'll make a family outing of it. Also, I happen to know that Mat has to work, so the girls were going to sleep over at my place anyway, Friday night. What time do you want us?"
"How bout around 10?"
"OK, we'll talk later. I have to get back to my desk."
"Cool, looking forward to it," Joe said.
"I'll bet you are," Joan responded.
When she got back to her desk, she sent a text to Sally, telling her of the plans for Saturday.
* * *
The view of the mountains was fully obscured by the mucky-brownish smog on Saturday morning. It was better than when Joan was a child, she could remember her eyes burning from it when she was growing up in Inglewood. When they got on the 55 and headed south, the sky slowly lost its brownish tinge as they got closer to the ocean but the low clouds that came off the ocean from November through March were still blocking the sun. Hopefully they' burn off and warm up the beach a little later.
The girls, in the back, were very excited. They had slept together Friday night, Joan and Sally had stifled their laughs as they listened to the groans and sighs coming from down the hall. Then they'd quietly gone to the door and watched from the dark of the hallway.
Sarah and Ming's relationship had settled into a bit of a routine on the nights they stayed at Sarah's house. When time came for bed, they'd go into the bathroom together and visit while each took a bath. They didn't get in the tub together, instead one would sit while the other bathed. They'd talk, sometimes they'd read to each other. Taking the smart phone or Ipad in with them was vetoed by Joan, foreseeing an obvious, and expensive, accident happening.
Once each of them had finished, they'd brush out each other's hair, then dry it. Then they'd brush their teeth and, usually, walk out into the living room, still naked, to wish Joan and Sally good night.
In Sarah's room, with the lights out but the door ajar, they'd cuddle in the daybed. Usually Sarah was the aggressor; she'd push Ming onto her back and then roll on top of the skinny oriental girl. Placing her thigh firmly between the other girl's legs, Sarah would kiss her deeply as Ming gently pressed her pussy against her friend. Then, after a few minutes, Ming would push Sarah off and assume the superior position except that she'd slide down so she could lick and suck Sarah's nipples. At the same time, she'd bring her hand up between her friend's legs and, usually with no preliminaries, push her finger deep into Sarah's vagina.
It wouldn't be long before Joan and Sally would smile at each other when they heard Sarah's ecstatic groan from Ming working her tongue along her friend's slit. Usually, at this point, the covers would be completely thrown down, Sarah would be on her back, her legs spread wide, knees up, and she'd be holding her pussy open for her friend while Ming lay on her belly, her face in Sarah's crotch with her own knees bent up, feet in the air, and her knees pressed into the sideboard of the daybed.
Sometimes, Joan and Sally would sneak down the hall and stand at the open door and watch as the two girls made love. Often Ming would just crawl up over her panting friend and place her pussy firmly in Sarah's face. Then she'd either hold onto the sideboard or put her hands on the wall as Sarah's tongue ran up and down her cleft. But Ming really liked the feeling of having something inside her and that usually meant that, after just a minute or two, she'd be laying next to Sarah again while Sarah pushed first one, then two fingers inside her.
Ming especially liked it when Sarah would slide her first and second fingers inside, then rub her clit from side to side with her thumb. They had tried a number of different toys, from vibrating eggs to strap-on dildos, but still the girl's liked the feeling of each other's hands, fingers, lips and tongues.
Ming would make a high "eh-eh-eh" sound as she came, her head thrown back, usually clutching Sarah's head to her. Unlike, Sarah, Ming didn't really get off on having her nipples sucked, even though they contracted and pushed up into sharp points when she was turned on.
After ten or fifteen minutes, after both girls had had two or sometimes three orgasms, they'd lay together in a sweaty pile of nine year old girl and drift into sleep. Usually Joan or Sally would go into the room and cover the preteens up before the women went to their bedroom and made love. They preferred 69 and sometimes the hum of their toys would wake one or both of the girls up who'd then stand in their doorway and watch.