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 Daddy's In Love - Chapter 9 (Mg, Mgg, Mf, Fb, FFb, Fb+, inc, rom, oral,
anal, preg, ws, blackmail) By Cactus
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   "Ahhh!"

   Heather gasped as she felt Dan's finger, wet with saliva, push against
her young rosebud and she began to pull away.

   "Uncle Dan!  That...that's my poohole!"

   "I know, Heather...just relax.  It's something adults do." He placed one
hand under her soft stomach, scooting her back towards him as the two girls
looked at one another.  Jenny turned to face them both, a wide grin on her
pretty young face.

   "Yeah, Heath'!  Daddy knows all the best things to do.  We're gonna
learn everything, right daddy?"

   Dan smiled at his nymphish daughter.  "That's right." His hand continued
to press lightly against Heather's stomach as his finger firmly circled the
tight entrance to her rear end.  He could feel the puckered sphincter
clenching against his ministrations.

   "Relax, Heather...that's it."

   Soon the tiny entrance protested no longer, and the tip of Dan's finger
slipped past the sphincter.  He quickly wet it once more and began to swirl
it just within her.  Heather shivered, and Jenny began to tenderly stroke
her friend's hair.  What a perfect partner she made, Dan thought.

   "Its ok, Heath'.  Daddy won't hurt you.  He loves us."

   Dan smiled.  "Jenny, baby...will you get daddy the blue bottle in the
nightstand drawer?"

   Jennifer moves across the large bed on all fours eagerly, producing the
blue bottle her father had asked for.  Dan slid his finger out from
Heather's little rear and with the bottle began to pour a thick, clear
liquid onto her winking rosebud.  Jenny thought it smelled like
strawberries.

   "What is it, daddy?" she asked, moving closer to watch the ooze trickle
down Heather's spread crack.

   "It's something that will help make her little poohole slippery so I can
push my finger in easier." Dan explained, and slid his finger in once
again. This time the digit pushed farther, and Heather mewled against the
mattress.  Jenny resumed her position beside her best friend, once again
stroking the younger girl's hair.

   The inside of Heather's preteen anus was tighter than anything Dan had
ever felt.  The warm, sticky walls seemed to throb around his finger as he
continued to massage against them, loosening the cavity.  The little girl
continued to moan and gasp, even pressing her small, round bottom higher
into the air.  There was no doubt she was enjoying the sensation, even if
only mildly as she grew accustomed to the feeling.

   "Jen, sweetheart...will you rub Heather's clitty, the way you do to
yourself?"

   Jen nodded proudly and reached between her friend's legs, finding the
fleshy nub of Heather's clitoris between her moistening bare lips, and with
her palm began to rub up and down.  Heather's body trembled with a deep
shiver as she panted, her fair cheeks growing a rosy red beneath the
curtain of soft auburn hair that hung over her face.  Jenny rubbed faster,
a cross between curiosity and excitement plastered on her pretty young
face.

   "Good, Jenny...now, put your finger inside her poohole like I am, and
wiggle it around inside."

   Jen did as she was told, replacing Dan's finger as he slid it out from
Heather and leaned back to watch.  His daughter, so young and beautiful,
looked like a true sex-fiend as she pleasured her best friend before him.
Dan's cock was no longer limp from his previous orgasm, and he began to
stroke himself as he watched.  Seeing this, Jennifer began to move faster.
Only a few minutes passed as Jenny moved her fingers rapidly and Heather
writhed in newfound pleasure before Dan's next load was churning.  Thick,
milky seed began to shoot from the tip, and Jenny squealed with delight as
the squirting semen landed in thick ropes along Heather's spread ass and
smooth back.



   * * * * * * *

   Linda took a good look at Rick's exposed sack before leaning forward and
taking the young, sweaty scrotum into her mouth.  The boy's knees buckled,
and he leaned back against the wall for balance as she sucked on them
hungrily.  His mouth was slack and his eyes heavy, and without thought he
began to push his fingers through Linda's hair.

   Good, Linda thought.  Let him feel like he might have some control.  She
used her tongue to roll his testicles around in their fleshy sack, savoring
the taste.  She might have gotten too involved in the act if the sound of
the other students moving about the cabin, right outside the closet door,
hadn't broken her concentration.  She let Rick's balls slip wetly from her
mouth and stood, brushing the dirt from her knees.

   "Pull up your pants.  We don't want to get caught, do we?"

   Rick looked at his teacher in silence for a moment, and then seemed to
snap out of whatever haze had taken hold of him and quickly did as he was
told.  By the time he buttoned his Jeans, Linda was already leaving the
closet.  She looked back to him with a warning in her eyes.

   "Remember.  I was in here punishing you."

   Rick nodded, took a moment to gather himself, and followed her back into
the hallway.  The other kids had already begun unpacking their belongings
in the large bedroom that they would all share.  Linda stood outside of her
own bedroom, talking to the other aide in hushed tones.  Rick turned and
headed into the boys' bedroom where the other kids began teasing him for
his apparent punishment.



   * * * * * * *

   Several minutes had passed since Dan had cum and Jenny had reluctantly
stopped pleasuring Heather.  Now the handsome pedophile lay on the bed with
each of the youthful goddesses at his side, his arms around them as they
relaxed against his strong body.  Heather seemed the most worn out of the
two, and her shallow breathing was hot against Dan's shoulder.  Jennifer
had both arms around her father, one hand idly playing with the hair on his
chest.  Dan couldn't think of a more wonderful moment.

   "Daddy," Jennifer raised her head to look into Dan's eyes, "Do you think
we could really have a sex club?"

   Dan smiled at her and ran his fingers through her soft, brown hair.  He
wondered what Jenny had in mind for such a club.  Did she want even more
little girls to join her and her father in bed?  The thought seemed too
good to be true, especially since Dan had never even imagined that he would
get his own daughter in bed, let alone her best friend as well.  "Of
course, sweetheart.  But what would the club be about?"

   Jenny's eyes lit up, and she rose onto her elbows to look her daddy in
the eye.  "Like we could have an init...initiation," she got the word right
this time, Dan noted, "and only special people could join!  And we could
have a clubhouse where we don't have to wear clothes and we can do anything
we want!"

   The idea was certainly exciting, Dan thought, but could turn out
dangerous if Jenny started talking about the club to all her friends.  "But
it would have to be a secret, special club," Dan said, "Only a certain few
people would be able to know about it."

   Jenny nodded.  "I know!  I promise I won't tell anyone unless you say
it's okay, `cause you'll be the club leader!" She then crawled up onto his
chest and pressed her lips to his.  They kissed for a long time as lovers,
before all three of them soon fell asleep.



   * * * * * * *

   It should have been lights out shortly at the retreat as well and Linda
was assuring Amy that all was under control.

   "Are you sure you don't need me to stay overnight with you Linda?  I can
call my husband and tell him...it's no big deal."

   `No fuckin' way, baby' Linda thought before answering with an assured
smile, "No...no we'll be fine Amy.  These kids are all swagger and nothing
else, and besides they're gonna be exhausted as well.  If I need anything I
can call you or Dan." She laughed for effect and added, "I may just call my
old man anyway.  Poor old guy's probably bored to death babysitting Jen by
now.  She's more than likely made him play every game with her dolls that
she knows."

   "Oh lord, Linda.  I just can't for the life of me see your Dan playing
with dolls for long.  These men are all the same", answered Amy.  She was
fighting back laughter for the past ten minutes.  Linda was always
impeccably dressed and made up under any circumstance and if any woman were
to sway her to try girl sex it would have been her.  There was no doubt
that the drop dead beautiful mother could strut those fashion runways again
in a heartbeat.  That was why it was so amusing to see her with smeared
lipstick.

   "I know hon.  Well like I say, don't worry about a thing.  I'm sure
after they get cleaned up they'll all crash and I'll have a few minutes of
free time.

   "Ok, Linda.  I'm headed home and I hope they do take time out for a
shower.  I swear some of them haven't bathed in days."

   Linda closed her eyes a moment and relished the memory of the musky
genitals of the two boys secretly hoping Amy's message didn't get across to
the gang.  "Yes...true.  Well you drive careful hon and don't worry about a
thing.  I'll see you in a couple days."

   Amy stepped forward and gave Linda a peck on the cheek and headed out.
The old wooden screen door slammed shut and the sound echoed across the
stillness of the night.  Across the dirt path Ryan turned from the dirty
window and whispered to the boys.

   "Ok guys, the young cunt is leaving so it looks like the prick tease is
staying alone." He watched as the taillights dimmed to nothing in the pitch
black night that only the deep woods could bring.

   Grayson took a swallow from the bottle they snuck in and smirked.  "Shut
the fuck up and get over here before she sees you, you dumb ass." The other
six punks nodded in agreement as they always did when Grayson spoke.  "Sit
down and gimme a smoke, virgin."

   This drew laughter from the others and embarrassed Ryan as he handed
over his cigs.  Grayson was tempted to make him light it for him but
instead spoke in a hushed yet authoritative tone.  "So let me get this
straight.  The bitch first teased you and humiliated you in the museum?" he
queried toward Tyler.  Tyler had already been spending the cash in his mind
and added fuel to instigate the matter further.

   "The fucking hole told me to piss where she could watch `cause she said
she didn't trust me.  Plus the whole time she was like trying not to laugh
and shit and saying I had a lot of growing up to do in a lot of ways!" The
boys shook their heads having all seen or heard about Tyler's cock.  All
except for Grayson who knew his already legendary hog was a third again as
thick and long with a head as large as an egg.  "She's a fuckin bitch
Grayson."

   Again they all nodded as one as Grayson turned next to Rick and raised
his eyebrows.  "Same here Grayson.  The cunt punished me by making me clean
that stinking sink and mop...all the time saying she might just have me
scrub floors all weekend.  And I didn't even do nothin' man!  Hole said I
was starting rumors about her kid.  Hell I don't even know her child!"

   "Did she tell you how ripe you smell?" The gang got a laugh out of this
cut down while Rick wanted desperately to tell them she loved his genital
stench.

   "She needs to be put in her place guys...just like that last one we had.
Fucking hole still doesn't know which of us bred a bastard in her."

   "She was a fighter, Grayson." Jon added while thinking about his first
throat job.

   "Yeah...at first." another chimed in to giggles and snorts.

   "Well, Linda may fight one or two of us but all of us...no way.  No one
can help her out here for two fuckin' days.  First thing we do is get her
fuckin' cell phone." He swigged another gulp of Jack and passed the bottle
to the others.  "Now here's what we do guys..."

   A joint was lit and passed as the plan unveiled.  Ryan was to go running
over to her room in a panic.  Frantically he would explain that Grayson was
in his bunk under the covers sicker than hell from what they think was a
spider bite.  As leader he got first nut and they agreed to force feed her
his cock.  One way or the other Grayson demanded that all seven inches get
into her esophagus or there would be hell to pay for her and them.  Tyler
was only too happy to supply the rope needed to tie her in whatever
position deemed easiest access to her three fuck holes.  He also remembered
seeing an aluminum baseball bat when they were in the closet.  It would be
perfect to grease up and slide into her colon.  He wanted the former runway
model brutalized.

   The pedophile wife smiled to herself as she unpacked.  She was almost
sad to have seen Amy leave.  It would have been fun watching her young ass
get gang raped as well but unlike her, she would probably actually call the
police.  Besides there was no sense taking a chance bringing others into
her lewd life yet.  She was lucky to have been able to even get this job as
a volunteer and would not have if not for the fact that her previous
incident was expunged.  Even Dan never found out about the delicious gang
rape by that high school group.  It was those events which lead her to
venture into even younger boys such as these brash delinquents.

   With her clean clothes in hand she headed off to the spartan shower off
her room, almost regretting she would have to shower away the scent of
Ricky's husky nuts from her hands and lips.  A thrill of lust ran through
her still well-toned body knowing that soon she would be reveling in the
sin of pedo sex again.  Little boys with surprisingly man-sized organs so
far if Tyler's inky black breeder and Ricky's unclean tool were any
indication.

   Linda DeGroot began stripping in the dingy bathroom as the shower heated
up.  She observed her slender body in the cracked mirror and knew why she
turned the boys on, and they hadn't even seen her charms yet!  Her breasts
were on the small side but were hard, and had that perky uplift men loved
with deep brown nipples, long and heavily pebbled.  She had a very thick
nest of pubic hair which she hoped the children would enjoy.  Deep below
that profuse and wiry bush laid a cunt that was unique in many ways partly
because of Dan's gargantuan organ and partly from her early use of steroids
for a tendon injury back in high school.  The steroids had done what they
do to a female's sex.  Her clit had slowly grown from a BB sized nib to
what Dan called her "clitcock" - A good 3/8 inch long when aroused.

   Spreading the course layer of hairs she saw the ever present inner
labia. Long ago they were hidden from view but after years of her husband's
lovemaking they eventually began to stretch and darken and tear to the
point that today they hung freely outside of her thick lips.  The tiny room
began to steam up.  Linda quickly stood and turned her back to the mirror
and bent over at the waist.  Looking back with her head between her long
legs she placed her slender fingers on her cheeks and spread her ass. 
Again thanks to Dan the tube popped open easily.  With barely an effort she
was able to open her anal sleeve and was presented with an endless opening
of blackness.  How long she would have to pretend to fight was a question
to be answered.  The tramp knew that at some point she would have to lead
them in their debauchery, doubtful if any of them even knew about fisting
much less arm fucking.  It would be very nice having an arm up her
intestines again, she knew.

   With a sigh she released the hold on her shapely ass and smiled with
satisfaction as her anal gape remained for some seconds before slowly
closing.  An owl hooted from outside the window and startled her, then
caused her to smile yet again.  How much better could it get than being in
the middle of the forest on a moonless night with a gang of sexually
advanced street thugs!  With the thrill of sexual abuse in her depraved
mind she entered the tiny shower stall wondering still how they would
approach her.

   While the adulterous wife showered away the earlier traces of her lust
not one of the boys in the cabin felt the need.  Aside from brushing their
teeth they had little regard for personal hygiene.  Dirt and stale sweat
didn't cause them to fall under the mercy of a sadistic dentist after all.
Besides they were too busy setting up the rape.  All had stripped to just
their grungy underpants so as not to appear too obvious when Ryan returned
with the tramp.  All except for Grayson: he had delighted in thrilling the
boys with a show of his breeder knowing at least three of the guys would
die to have a meal from his goat-like balls.  Just maybe tonight he'd set
up a four way anal.  It would be nice to have Mrs.  DeGroot gobble his
balls while he watched a few of the boys in an anal orgy starting with her
shit pipe.

   * * * * * * *

   By the time Grace felt Scott's thumb rubbing against her virgin anus,
she was far gone from any sense of conscience, and her inner-most desires
ruled her.  She began to grind against the older man's hips, her
newly-widened tunnel squeezing at his rigid cock.  The sensation of her
rosy-brown sphincter being massaged along with her inner walls was
completely divine for the young girl, and it was all she could do to press
back against her new lover in the hopes of furthering her pleasure.  Her
growing eagerness was enough to send Scott over the edge, and he could feel
his balls throbbing for release, his thick shaft tingling with rapture.  He
continued to thrust into the adolescent girl for several more seconds
before sliding out of her with a deep groan, rubbing his moistened prick as
he began to shoot his pearly sperm against her glistening lips.  Grace
panted and moaned girlishly as she turned to look, seeing her adult lover
unloading against her spread sex.  As the heat of the moment slowly began
to subside, she rolled onto her back to look up at him.  Her pert breasts
flattened slightly against her chest, and she seemed to glow in the dim
light of the bedside lamp, the sun having begun to dip past the horizon
outside.  With a content sigh, Scott lay beside her, letting one hand roam
along her smooth stomach and small breasts.  The girl looked into his eyes
with adoration, the man who had taken her virginity.  She seemed content to
simply lie beside him, enjoying his hands on her creamy skin and nipples,
goosebumps rising along her arms.  Then she realized how dark it had gotten
outside.  She sat up, keenly aware of the cooling semen dribbling along her
peach-fuzz cunny and soft thighs.  "I need...to clean up and go.  It's
getting dark." With a knowing smile, Scott reached for his discarded briefs
and began using them to wipe the thick goo from his lover's sex.  Grace's
breath was shallow as she watched how gently Scott went about it, taking
his time.  Soon they went together back into the living room where Grace
got dressed silently.  The two said nothing to each other until Scott
walked with her to the front door, where they hugged closely and Grace
whispered into his ear.  "I wanna do that again sometime," she said, and
smiled at him before heading out the door and to her house next door. 
Don't worry, Grace...we'll do it a lot more, said Scott to himself.  The
pleased smile on his face seemed to remain for the rest of the night.



   * * * * * * *

   When Ryan came knocking on Linda's door with news of Grayson's supposed
illness, it was more than a hunch that had her growing even wetter between
her thighs.  She knew that the boy's somewhat-exaggerated concern was a
farce; it would be more likely that the boys would just let one of the
others be sick, probably even tease them.  She played the role of the
dutiful teacher however, and followed Ryan down the hall to the large room
where the boys slept.  It was nearly 10pm, half an hour after the boys were
supposed to have lights-out, but the relative silence in the cabin had
Linda guessing that something was up.  She hoped that the boys were finally
about to make their move.

   When she entered the boys' room, she found Grayson lying in a bed on the
far side of the room, with the other boys loosely surrounding him.  With
Ryan behind her, the attractive teacher moved toward the group.  Instead of
her more formal daytime clothing, she now wore a tight-fitting t-shirt and
a pair of gray shorts that hugged her thighs.  It wasn't lost to her that
each of the boys was ogling her shapely form as she made her way towards
them.  As she got closer, she saw Grayson lying on his back with the covers
pulled up to his neck.  She stood above him, the other boys gathering
closer, and folded her arms.

   "Ryan says you're not feeling well," she said, watching as Grayson's
eyes moved along her body.  The young teen's gaze further moistened her
already wet cunt lips, and without panties, the crotch of her shorts was
beginning to grow humid.

   "Can you look at the bite?" Grayson asked, and Linda reached forward to
pull away the covers.  Her breath caught in her throat then, for the boy
was completely nude beneath the blanket.  No sooner had she glimpsed his
thick, seven-inch boyhood then the other boys began to go to work enacting
their plan.

   Michael and Eddy, the twelve-year-old half-brothers, were quickly at her
sides.  They grabbed her arms and held them tight, pulling them behind her
back as Grayson reached for Linda's hair, pulling her down.  At first the
sudden assault causes Linda to jerk away, but the grip on her hair was now
tight and she realized that her manipulations had worked.  Careful not to
seem too eager right away, she played along and slid to her knees.  With
both of her arms held fast, Grayson easily guided her head above his
swollen member.  The head was thick and pinkish and smelled of sweat and
musk, and Linda had barely enough time to savor it before it was being
pushed into her mouth.  Behind her the other boys jeered and called out
excitedly, thrilled that their plan had worked.

   At first Linda let Grayson do all the work, thrusting his hips against
her face as his glans pushed at her throat.  For a few minutes the boy took
her like this, but as the teacher felt the eager hands of the other boys
pulling at her shorts, their unwashed fingers against her skin, she could
hold back no longer.  With a deep breath through her nose and those
practiced swallowing motions she had mastered long ago, she brought the
teens cock into her throat and began to suck hungrily at it.  Grayson
seemed to barely notice her sudden interest with his eyes closed and his
breathing heavy.  The other boys, too, had since stopped watching their
leaders' pleasure and had taken to having their own way with the teacher's
now-exposed cunt.

   Jon was the first to push his fingers through the fluffy down of her
light brown pubic hair and into the damp tunnel of her sex.  He instantly
grinned and looked around at the others, who were all reaching to get a
feel of their teacher's cunt.

   "Yo, this bitch is wet!" said the red-haired adolescent as he pushed his
fingers deeper.  Several other hands all vied with his for space between
the adult's puffy lips, leaving Linda weak in the knees.

   By this time, Grayson was pulling her head by the hair from his cock. 
He didn't want to cum - not just yet, at least - and he wanted her
humiliation to last.  Her lips slid from his wet cock with a deep gasp for
breath, a shuddering sigh, and a barely perceptible moan.  She didn't have
time to gather herself, however, as Tyler was quick to replace her empty
mouth with his own cock.  His treatment was even rougher than Grayson's,
perhaps a personal sort of vengeance, and he wasted no time in pushing
every inch of his black prick into her throat.  He took satisfaction in
seeing her gag momentarily, but the experienced woman was quick to
compensate as her throat muscles gulped at the meaty shaft.

   Hands were all over her now, prodding into her drooling cunt, tugging at
her long blonde hair, and groping her breasts as her t-shirt was easily
pulled away.  She was now naked among the boys, who had begun to discard
their own clothing in anticipation of a true gang-bang.  Grayson remained
on the bed, stroking his cock as he watched the boys use their teacher for
their own pleasure.  He was also quick to notice how some of the boys
looked to his cock with admiration, even a few glances of desire.  The
thoughts of all the things that might take place during their stay in the
cabin had Grayson grinning to himself.






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