Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2017 20:01:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Daughter the Porn Star

My Daughter, the Porn Star
by Tony Williams

     So, there I was, in a photo studio, naked, standing by a bed on which
was sitting the photographer and he was naked too and he had my cock in his
mouth.  Furthermore, to add to the excitement, my eleven year old daughter,
Jennifer, was sitting cross legged at the head of the bed, also naked and
her cunt would've been in full view were it not for the fact that her hand,
with two fingers thrusting vigourously up it, partially concealed it.  Her
eyes were riveted on me, not surprisingly, as she'd never seen me being
sucked off before.  Her face was alight with excitement, which in turn,
aroused me to the point where I was close to cumming, so I pulled my cock
out.
     "What's wrong?" asked the photographer.
     "I don't wanna cum yet.  My daughter's never seen me suck a cock and
now's her chance.  Lie back and let me take your cock in MY mouth."  He
looked a bit startled, but fell back on to the bed and I knelt between his
legs and went down on him.
     "Oh, my God!" I heard my daughter whisper.  "Daddy's sucking a cock at
last!  This is awesome!  What's it like, Daddy?  Why would you never let me
suck yours?"
     We've had this discussion before and anyway, I was too busy to reply.
When I felt my partners close to orgasm, I lifted my head, looked in his
eyes and told him that I wanted him to fuck me up the arse.  Jennifer took
in a sharp breath.
     "With your daughter watching?" he asked, incredulously.
     "Especially with her watching.  Fuck me, you brute!  Fuck my brains
out!"
     I straddled him, just as Jennifer crawled down the bed for a close
look and she took hold of his cock and guided the tip to my arse hole.  I
let my weight fall and it slid into my hungry hole with no resistance at
all, right in up to the hilt and I sighed with satisfaction.  He thrust his
hips upwards with a couple of dozen lunges, but he couldn't hold out and I
felt his cock pulsing inside me and the feeling so aroused me that at that
exact moment, I came, hands off, all over his face, chest and stomach.
     "Hooray!" Jennifer called, her face wreathed in smiles.  "I finally
got to see Daddy in action."  I rolled off on to my back and to my
surprise, I saw Jennifer licking my cum from his torso.  She looked up at
me, a dazzling smile on her face.  "I knew it would taste yummy."
___________________________________________________________________

     So how did we get here?
      The previous week I was sitting at my computer with my darling
daughter Jennifer on my lap and she was wearing her favourite outfit, what
she called her "invisible knickers", namely nothing at all.  I was in my
favourite attire too, a pair of bright turquoise silk boxers, a bit too
tight, which caused the shape of my cock to be plainly visible, specially
as I was hard.  We were looking at pictures of Juliette.
     Juliette can still be found all over the internet, posing in various
sexy knickers and tops, but back then, I only ever found her on one
particular web site.  Picture samples of her in her undies were free but if
you wanted to see her in a more erotic setting, so to speak, you could pay
fifty quid a month and have access to the really good stuff.
     Naturally, I paid.
     Those child model pay sites have mostly disappeared from the internet
now, having been shut down by various authorities, but I'm talking about
the early days of the web, when the restrictions didn't exist.  In short,
you could pay for child porn and get it.  (Much of that porn has "escaped"
and been virally spread and is freely available if you know where to look.
If you don't know, dear reader, email me and I'll tell you.)
     Jennifer and I gazed at the screen which showed the adorable little
Juliette, about my kid's age, proudly displaying her scantily clothed body
for the camera, a dazzling smile on her face.  It was clear she really
enjoyed showing herself off.  We looked at an album of several dozen shots
of her standing, kneeling, squatting and lying in an assortment of
knickers, mostly a bit on the big side, leaving the legs loose so one hoped
for a glimpse of her little girly pee pee or, as Jennifer called it, her
cunt, but we never quite succeeded.  My little girl, at the age of eleven,
had a dirty mouth.  I loved it!
     The website invited us to download a new series of pictures of
Juliette for the customary fee and so I paid and we were treated to a whole
new set of her, as naked as my daughter, lewdly displaying her sweet little
cunt, her face still bearing her signature eager smile.  The last, and
best, showed her lying on her back in just a lacey top, her legs up round
her ears, and a slender cock pushed into her arse.  She was smiling, and I
hoped it hadn't hurt too much.  The picture was captioned "Juliette age 10
anal penetration".  So she was a year younger than my daughter.  I saved
them all to floppy discs.  Thumb drives hadn't been invented yet.
     "You're in love with her, aren't you, Daddy?"
     "Yes, I confess, I dream about her every night when I jerk off, but
I'm in love with you too, my darling and you're just as naked and just as
sexy as she is, and I have you in the flesh, to hug and kiss . . ."
     ". . . and look at my tits and my cunt."
     "Yes, my little sex kitten, I know, but that's all inspired by
Juliette."
     She pouted.  "I could do things that we never see Juliette doing?"
     My ears pricked up.  "Like what?"
     She slid off my knee and stood close by my chair, her hip against my
shoulder, took my wrist and placed my hand high on her inner thigh.  Then
she reached down and gripped my hard cock through the silk with her
fingertips.
     "Stop that!" I said, sharply.  "You know if we go down that road, bad
things might happen."
     "Like what?"
     My voice softened.  "Daddies shouldn't touch their daughters in
inappropriate ways and vice versa.  It's called incest and it's illegal."
     "Looking at child porn is illegal and that doesn't stop you.  Anyway,
remember when you used to wash my pee pee in the tub and let me wash your
cock?"
     "You were little more than a toddler.  It didn't mean anything to
you."
     "Wrong, Daddy!  I LOVED it.  Your finger up my cunt was thrilling and
I LOVED washing your cock, but now you won't let me touch it."
     "Because you're older and you understand the implications.  Let's
compromise.  We can watch each other masturbate, but that's as far as I
dare go, my love.  I could get carried away and . . ."
     " . . . and fuck me?  I wish!"
     "That's enough!  Let's go in my bedroom and you can let me cum on your
face."
     "Yipee!" she cried, running up the stairs ahead of me. I could still
make her happy.
_____________________________________________________________________

     "I wanna be a porn star, like Juliette," Jennifer said, later that
day.  I was sitting on the couch, still in my silk boxers, and Jennifer was
naked as usual, lying with her head on my thigh.  Every now and then, she'd
turn her head to look at me and her lips would be just an inch from my
cock. The temptation to let her touch it was almost irrisistible but I
exercised my will power, though that couldn't stop me from getting hard.
It was telling Jennifer that I still found her sexy.
     "I wanna be on the internet in my knickers and showing off my cunt,
just like she does.  There must be a way to do it."  I ran my palm over her
flat chest, a practice I'd have to stop when her tits started to grow, and
down over her stomach, careful not to get too close to her hairless cunt.
     "I'd love that too, my sweet.  Imagine all those dirty old paedophiles
like me, looking at your naked body and wanking themselves silly.  I'd be
so proud of you." The thought of her being on the internet was strangely
exciting.
     So I did some reseach.  A colleague in my firm's I.T. department
figured out that Juliette's web site was out of Ukraine and further
research revealed that they had offices in several countries, including in
London.  I found the phone number and gave them a call.
     "Are you looking for child models?" I asked.
     "We're looking all the time, yes."
     "I have an eleven year old daughter who's keen to be a model.  Are you
interested?"
     "You know the kind of modeling we do?  Underwear and stuff."
     "Oh, yes, she can handle that."  He gave me the address and told us to
come anytime, bringing her portfolio.  I hung up.
     "We gotta produce a portfolio," I told her.  "We'll need a head and
shoulders and some full body shots."  I photgraphed her against some full
length dark curtains to contrast her pale skin colour, a close up facial,
then in her school uniform, then in a leotard and a bikini.  No high heels!
I hate high heels on half naked little girls.
     The next day I took her out of school for the afternoon and we
traveled up to London and found the office in a seedy back street of Soho.
An overweight bald guy was sitting behind a desk.
     "I'm Tony.  I called yesterday.  This is Jennifer."  He looked up and
his eyes lit up.
     "You're so pretty," he said.  I handed him the portfolio and he opened
it and glance though it.  "Nice," he said, "Tastey.  We could do something
with her.  How did you hear about us, by the way?"
     "I'm a subscriber.  Does the name Juliette ring a bell?"
     He laughed.  "Juliette's our star.  She's brought us a lot of
additional business, apart from direct sales.  So you know the kind of
modeling she does, undies and nude stuff, right?  Would you be okay with
that?"
     "Absolutely!" said Jennifer emphatically.  "I don't have a problem
modeling undies or being naked."  To prove her point, she lifted up the
front of her school skirt and displayed her white cotton knickers.  The
guy's eyes went big.
     "We'll set you up with an appointment at our studio in Richmond, for
four hours or maybe more, depending on how it goes.  We pay a tenner for
every soft picture we use and fifty quid for nude pics.  You'll be present
with just the photographer, who's gay by the way, so your kid'll be safe
and you'll have complete editorial control of what we upload.  Anything you
don't like, we delete.  If we use a hundred good soft shots and a hundred
nudes, you'll walk away with six grand.  Not bad for a day's work, huh?"
He made a phone call and booked us for the coming Saturday morning.  I
signed a bunch of papers giving my consent for them to photograph my
daughter and some legal shit, and we were done.
     "Oh, my God, I'm gonna be a star!" Jennifer gushed, out on the street.
     "Are you sure you want to be on the internet with half the world
wanking over you?"
     "Absolutely!  That's the whole point, isn't it?"
________________________________________________________________

     We arrived at the Richmond studio on time.  The photographer, a good
looking guy in his twenties, intoduced himself as Jason and looked Jennifer
up and down closely.  Then he looked at me and it was immediately obvious
that the report about him being gay was probably true, because my gaydar
went off like a fire alarm.
     "Jennifer's just what we're looking for," he said.
     It was a small room with some lighting equipment and an expensive
looking camera on a tripod, connected by a lead to a computer.  I assumed
it was digital, a new technology then.  It could take hundreds of high
definition pics at no cost.  There was a bed, covered by a dark spread, a
chair and a blank wall covered by dark material.
     "I'm glad you're in your school uniform, my dear," he said.  "Everyone
likes schoolgirls.  Perhaps we can start with some simple upskirts.  Can
you sit on the chair and take your shoes off, lifting your leg so . . ."
     "I know," she said, grinning, "to show off my knickers."
     "I think we're gonna get along just fine," he said.  After some
upskirt shots, he asked her to take her skirt and blouse off, shooting all
the while, and when she stood there in her vest and knickers, he gasped.
"Oh,my God, you're so fucking sexy!"
     "I was given to believe that you were gay," I said, giving him a
friendly smile.
     "What a waste that would be, being around naked preteen girls all day
long.  No, I'm bi, with a penchant for the very young.  Don't worry, I
look, but I don't touch.  Your kid's safe with me."  He continue to shoot
as she took her vest off, revealing her perfectly flat chest and then as
she slowly and provocatively slid her white cotton schoolgirl knickers
down, revealing her unusually large mound, bisected by her cunt, he paused
his shooting.  This was the first time, to my knowledge, that anyone other
than myself had seen my little girl's cunt, except perhaps her
P.E. teacher, reported to be a lez, in the school changing room.  An
electric thrill ran through me.  Knowing someone else was seeing her
nakedness was almost better than seeing it myself.
     "Pull your knickers all the way up again," he said, "Up as high as
they'll go."  Predictably, this produced an outsized camel toe, which he
shot in close up, and then when she lowered her knickers again, he shot her
cunt equally closely.  All the while her face was beaming.
     "This so so fun," she said.  "I think you like my cunt almost as much
as my Daddy does."  She was spilling my secrets, but I didn't mind.  I was
having fun, too.
     "Now," he said, indicating a large basket of lingerie beside the
camera.  "Pick out some items you think might look good on you and we'll
take lots and lots of pictures.  The more we take, the better, because
it'll improve the selection process."
     While Jennifer rummaged through the pile of knickers I asked the guy,
"Did you ever photograph Juliette?"
     "Once," he said, looking up at the ceiling dreamily.  "A single
session of about a hundred knickers and nudes, soft and hard porn.  That
girl was such an exhibitionist, displaying her little cunt lewdly even when
I wasn't actually shooting.  I'll never forget her.  I fantasise about her
to this day.  She's back in Ukraine now, God bless her."
     And so the photo session proceeded.  Jennifer, still in her white
ankle socks, selected a dozen or more knickers, white nylon boy shorts, for
example, hot pink briefs, tap pants and several pairs of see through
knickers as well as some crop tops, training bras and camisoles, and a
sheer baby-doll nightie that concealed nothing.  Jason had her in a dozen
lewd poses with each garment, shooting from all angles and every time she
stripped and selected a new garment, he'd shoot from the hip, catching her
in unposed natural postions, and the whole time, her enthusiastic smile
never left her face.  Now I could confirm that he was indeed bisexual,
because the bulge in his pants was the equal of my own.
     Every time the camera flash went off, he'd murmur, "Perfect!" and I
had to agree with him that this collection was gonna be spectacular, maybe
even approaching the level of eroticism displayed by Juliette.
     After an hour or so with a couple of hundred pictures in the can, he
asked her to abandon the knickers and simple pose naked, adding, "The
better we can see your cunt, the more successful you'll be, so . . ."
     "I know," she said, her eyes bright with excitement, "I wanna show it
off like Juliette did."  She lay on the bed, her legs invitingly spread as
Jason, now holding the camera, moved in for a close up, then she sat with
her back against the head of the bed, her legs pointing East and West in a
one eighty degree spread.  Then she lifted her legs up beside her head to
show her tight little bum.  Our attention was torn between the lewd display
of her cunt and her inviting smile.  Then she was on all fours, her arse up
in the air, offering her brown rosebud and the long slit of her cunt for
the whole world to see.  My heart was pounding.  I'd look at her, then
shift my gaze to Jason who couldn't take his eyes off her.  The more
provactive her pose, the more lascivious I wanted her to be.  I wanted her
to be telling the whole world that she was beautiful, that she knew it and
that she wanted everyone to enjoy her nakedness.
      A hundred or so pictures later, Jason said, "We're running out of
poses.  How about I take some pictures of her interacting with you?"
     "Interacting?  How do you mean?"
     "Well, look at your hard cock tenting you pants.  Don't tell me you're
not sexually aroused by your daughter.  I'm not saying that's a bad thing.
If she arouses you on as much as she turns me on, then why not act on it?
Anyway, I'd like to get some pix of you with your clothes off, Daddy, just
for my personal use, as it were."  Oh, my God, he wants pix of me to wank
off to!  I start to take my pants off.  Jennifer looks on, enthralled.
     "My daughter and I have never had any actual sexual contact, other
than watching each other masturbate."  He takes in a sharp breath.  "I've
resisted all my urges to take matters further, but now I'm so fucking
turned on that I'm ready for just about anything."  I peel my shirt off and
Jason takes some quick shots of my in my bright blue silk boxers.
     "Nice undies," he comments.  I slide them down my thighs and my rock
hard cock points straight at him.  The camera flashes again.  "Jennifer,
have you ever touched your Daddy's cock?"
     "I wish, but he won't let me."
     "It would make a beautiful climax to our session and guarantee your
status as a porn star.  I've had several young girls here who let me shoot
them sucking their Daddy's cocks."
     "Oh, let me suck you off, Daddy, please, please!  You know how much
I've always wanted to.  What harm could it do?"
     Plenty, I thought, but I was far too aroused to resist.  I stepped up
to the bed, and Jennifer sat on the end, put her hands on my hips and
pulled me towards her.  She gazed adoringly at my cock, then took hold of
the base and closed her lips around the head.  The flash fired off every
two seconds or so.  I felt her tongue tickling my glans as her lips rolled
my foreskin back.  She was gazing up at me, adoration in her big dark eyes.
Her hand stroked me as her lips masturbated me and for half a minute, I was
in heaven but then my orgasm started to build and I didn't want to cum in
her mouth, in fact I didn't want to cum at all because I was having such a
thrilling time and I didn't want it to end, so I pulled out.
     "You can cum in my mouth if you want, Daddy, or on my face."
     "A facial would be awesome," Jason breathed.
     "I need to take a break and cool down," I said, "I'm right on the
edge."  I sat beside Jennifer and put my arm round her shoulder.  She
spread her thighs just in time for Jason to take his last picture, Daddy
with a stiff dick and daughter showing off her sweet little cunt.
     "You have a magnificent cock, Daddy," Jason said.  I kinda liked being
called "Daddy" by a sexy guy.  It put all sorts of dirty ideas in my head.
"Do I get to suck it, too?"
     "Oh, yes, go on, Daddy, let him suck you off!  I've always wanted to
watch two guys having sex."  Before I could protest, Jason pushed me on to
my back, dropped to his knees between my legs and went down on me.  He was
clearly an experienced cock sucker.  Jennifer got up, went behind him and
pulled his pants and underpants down.  From my position, lying on my back,
I couldn't quite see what she was doing but I suspected she might be
stroking his cock, but then she went and sat cross legged at he head of the
bed and began to finger herself.  My orgasm started building again.
     If Jennifer was thrilled by the sight of Jason sucking me off, how
excited would she be if I sucked him?  I decided I wanted to find out so I
told Jason I didn't want to cum before I had a chance to suck his cock.  He
lifted his head and looked into my eyes, an expression of pure lust on his
face.
     "Sure," he said.  "I think Jennifer would like to watch that."
Seconds later he was on his back on the bed and I was sitting on his face.
His tongue up my arse felt marvelous as I leaned forward and took his cock
in my mouth.  I felt that old familiar thrill of sucking a nice big hard
cock with a handsome young man on the other end of it.  I was aroused
beyond belief and that's when I asked him to fuck me up the arse.
___________________________________________________________________

     We spent the rest of the morning selecting what pictures would appear
free on Jennifer's web site and which would be reserved for the paid
portion of the album, a total of sixteen dozen pictures, well worth fifty
quid to my mind.  We'd get free access, of course.  I watched, ruefully as
Jason deleted everything we didn't use.
     "It's safer that way.  If we ever get raided, we don't want extra
child porn lying around and this way you'll feel safer, knowing what the
world is looking at."  The last six pictures were of my darling daughter,
sitting with legs invitingly spread to show her cunt, with my cock between
her sweet lips.  We never did get a facial.  Jason paid me cash for the
session so there'd be no paper record.  It was more than five thousand
quid, a nice start for Jennifer's college fund.  "We see how these market,"
he said, "but I've no doubt you'll be as successful as Juliette, maybe even
more.  You have that combination of star quality and lewdness that our
subscibers will lap up.  I'm sure we'll be calling you to come back for
more sessions.  I'll create the webpage this afternoon and Ukraine will
have it up by this evening."  He gave us the URL so that we could find it.
I shook his hand and thanked him for the blow job and the delicous fuck.
"We could do a gay page ourselves," he said, "you and I."
    "I'll think about it," I told him and we left.  On the way home, we
stopped off at an electronics shop in Oxford Street and bought the latest
digital camera.  It cost a lot of money, but I wouldn't need to have dozens
of rolls of film processed ( by whom?).
___________________________________________________________________

     That evening, we logged on and found our page.  We were sitting on my
bed, naked as usual, as we scrolled through the pictures.  My cock was as
hard as an iron bar, knowing that hundreds, maybe thousands of paedophiles
were looking at my daughter's gorgeous little cunt and at her adoring gaze
as she sucked me off.  She pushed me on to my back and took my hard cock
into her darling little mouth, her tongue and lips so soft and warm.  Her
eagernes to make me cum told me that she did really love me and when I did
cum, my first pulse went right into her mouth and then she lifted her head
off me and was treated to a splendid facial.  I took a picture of it and
opened a file to start a new collection.
     I'd crossed the line from being just an indulgent father to being a
fucking incestous paedophile.  I should have been disgusted with myself,
filled with self loathing or at least felt some guilt, but no, I was giving
my daughter what whe wanted most and I was making her happy, and fuck what
society might think about me.  If my little girl wanted to show her cunt to
the whole world, I'd help her do it, eagerly and with excitment.
___________________________________________________________________

     My daughter called me from the school office.  This was before the
days when every kid had an iPhone.  She said that Little Mo's mum has said
if was okay for her kid to sleep over at our house.
     "Great." I said, "you guys can sleep in my big bed and I'll sleep in
your room."  Little Mo was a pretty child, young looking for her age which
was ten, a year behind Jennifer, but they'd struck up a friendship and this
wouldn't be the first time she'd slept over.  The kids got home before I
did, Jennifer having her own key, and as I came in through the front door,
taking off my pants, always the first thing I did when I got in the house,
I called, "I'm home."
     "We're up here, Daddy."  I climbed the stairs and her room was empty
so I looked in my own bedroom and there they both were, lying side by side
on my bed, both utterly naked, my laptop on the bed between them, their
skinny legs spread wide, showing off their little cunts.  Uh-oh!  They
looked up at me grinning.  I sat on the bed and took the laptop from
Jennifer.  They'd been looking at her new web page, not the innocent stuff
but the hard core porn where she was displaying her cunt in the lewdest
manner.  I slammed the laptop shut.
     "What did I tell you about secrets?" I said, sternly.  Jennifer's face
crumpled.
     "I'm sorry, Daddy, I forgot."
     "We agreed that if anyone ever knew about the private things we do, I
could go to jail and you'd end up living in a group home with no father,
right?"
     She burst into tears.  "Mo will never tell anyone, will you, Mo?" she
mumbled through her sobs.
     "No, no, never, I swear!"  The kid sounded like she meant it, but I
needed some insurance and the only thing I could think of was to implicate
her in the same crime.
     "Okay, I believe you, and Jennifer, I forgive you.  Now stop crying
and give me a kiss."
     I lay down between them and put the laptop, still closed on my thighs.
"What did you see, Mo?"
     "Jenny in her undies and then Jenny with nothing on.  Those pictures
were so naughty, I could hardly believe what I was seeing."
     "Oh, they were real.  I was there.  Jennifer loves showing off her
naked body and I love looking at it and we decided that the whole world
should see her."
     "I like being naked, too," she said.
     "And very sexy you are, my dear.  Just as sexy as Jennifer."  That
would be true if your taste ran to eight or nine year olds, which was how
old she looked.  "How would you like to pose for some pictures?"  Her eyes
lit up.
     "Pictures like her web page?"
     "Exactly.  Let's look at the rest of those, just to give you some
ideas."  I opened the laptop and saw the last picture they'd been looking
at, Jennifer, naked, sitting on the chair, her feet up under her bum, her
knees splayed and her delicious little cunt centre stage.  It was typical
of the hard core pictures.  "Doesn't she look happy?"
     "I was happy," Jenifer asserted.  "I love it when Daddy looks at my
cunt and the photographer was a dishy guy and I was making his cock hard,
too.  Scroll on, Daddy."  Little Mo gasped and oohed and aahed as we went
through the collection.  I omitted tho show her the ones where my daughter
sucked my cock.  I thought that might gross her out, so I played it safe.
When I closed the laptop lid and looked at her flushed face, I could tell
that the pictures had excited her and she was ready to be photographed
herself.
     I told Jennifer that she was now my director and I was merely the
cameraman and she should pose Little Mo in any way she chose, as long as Mo
consented.  The little girl seemed eager to adopt any position, no matter
how contorted, as long as it showed off her sweet little virgin cunt.  She
happily spread her legs, lay on her back, squatted, sprawled, crawled, and
even stood on her hands with her legs at three and nine o'clock, perfectly
uninhibited and even though she looked like a child too young to be aware
of her sexuality, she got my juices going, stoking my paedophilia and
driving my target age down by a couple of years.  Fifty pictures later, we
sat on the bed again and looked at the results.  Though not as good a
cameraman as Jason, I'd captured the essence of the session.  The lighting
(mostly the flash) wasn't of studio quality, but you could see everything.
Each photograph was centered around Little Mo's lovely tiny cunt and
sweetened by her excited smile.
     Later, at bedtime, after we'd showered together and Jennifer had
demonstrated how to wash my cock, letting Little Mo practice until she had
it down perfectly, we went into my bedroom, a naked man with a hard on and
two naked excited preteens chattering excitedly.
     "There's something I want you two girls to do for me," I said.  They
looked up at me enquiringly.  "I want you to pretend that you're lesbians
in love with each other."
     "What are we supposed to do?" Mo asked.
     "I know," said Jennifer, "we hug and kiss and touch each other's
cunts, putting our fingers in and stuff."
     "Wow!"  Little Mo's eyes went big.
     "And then we lick each other."
     "Our cunts?"
     "Yes.  It feels awesome!"
     "How do you know, Jennifer?" I asked.
     "Reading and writing is not all I learn at school, Daddy.  Anyway,
it's a secret."  Has my daughter been having gay sex with her class mates,
I wondered?  My heart raced at the thought.
     I took my camera and got ready and the two little darlings, not quite
dry from the shower, embraced, kissed and did just about everything that a
preteen lesbian might do, fingering each other, licking each other's cunts
and rosebuds, rubbing their cunts together and sitting on each other's
faces.  Watching a child who appears to be eight years old indulging in
such depraved activities brought my cock to full erection and as I recorded
it all with the camera, I almost came, hands off.  After nearly a hundred
pictures, I called for a break.  They lay on my bed side by side, their
little skinny legs parted just for me, their faces flushed with excitement,
their bodies glistening with sweat.
     "That was fun, girls," I remarked, a master of understatement.
     "It was awesome," said little Mo, her eyes big and bright.
     "You're so fucking sexy, Mo," said Jennifer.  "I just adore your sweet
little cunt.  You taste delicious."
     "You, too.  I'd never even thought about touching another girl's cunt
before today, let alone licking it.  Now I wanna lick you all day and all
night."
     "We're not gonna get much sleep," Jennifer comments.
     "Would you girls mind if I slept in this bed with you tonight?"
     "Okay," said Little Mo, and Jennifer nodded in agreement.
     "Daddy, I'm gonna show Mo the pictures she didn't see, the ones where
I suck your cock."
     Mo gasped.  "You sucked your daddy's cock?  What was it like?"
     "Fucking delicious!  It drove him crazy.  I wanna do it again.  You
should try it, Mo, it's awesome!  Go on, suck his cock and I'll tke
pictures."  She opened the laptop and started the show, my daughter, the
porn star and her daddy, in a supporting role.

The end.
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