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Archive Name: mykids06.txt (Mmf, ped, inc, bi, oral,
anal, ws, scat)
Authors name: Master Chris (address withheld)
Story title : MY KIDS
Part 6 of 13

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The Business

The idea that had briefly introduced itself to my 
mind a few weeks earlier was slowly developing into 
a full-scale plan now. As I lay in bed the night 
before our next session, I decided to bring it up 
with all the kids. We would vote on it and anyone 
who did not want to take part would not have to. We 
were a voluntary, democratic group.

Saturday morning came and I watched the bustling 
breakfast scene as preparations were made for the 
day's lesson. This was our tenth week and all the 
girls had had intercourse except Sadie, the twins 
and their friends, Linda and Lori. These younger 
girls were treated to digital and oral stimulation 
and provided the same for the rest of us. Tom and 
Steven had fucked each of the girls at least once 
(except those noted above) and Juanita and Susie 
twice.

It was, in fact, while watching a quadruple 
coupling between the younger girls, Linda, Lori, 
Samantha and Sandra that the plan crystallized in 
my mind. Lori, the oldest of the quartet, had told 
the other three girls to lie next to each other on 
their backs, join hands, and spread their slender 
legs as far apart as they would go. Smart kid, this 
opened their little twats up so you could see quite 
a way inside. 

Then Lori, moving quickly from one pussy to the 
next inserted her tongue into each open cunt until 
all three were glowing red from the stimulation and 
glistening from Lori's saliva. She had all three of 
them moaning in unison as she slipped her tongue 
into each twat and backed out as it came into 
contact with a little hymen. One stroke, move to 
the next pussy, one stroke, next, and so on, all 
the while jamming a finger in and out of her own 
juicy little seven-year-old cunt. 

It was a stirring display of energy, one that I 
became determined to capture on film.

A week earlier I had finally fucked little Jenny 
and she turned out to be tighter than she appeared, 
but I fear that her father had injured her insides. 
She seemed much deeper than a girl her age should 
be and there seemed to be no bottom to her pussy 
although her vaginal contractions were as 
stimulating of any of the girls. I doubted that she 
would ever be able to bear children, though. Her 
father had already seen to that.

I was sitting on a chair with Jenny on my lap, my 
cock buried to the hilt inside her pussy as I 
watched these four little girls pushing their 
little tongues into each other's childish little 
cunts. The tactile stimulation of Jenny's talented 
cunt muscles and the visual stimulation of the 
tongue-fucking taking place on the floor gave the 
biggest orgasm I had had in weeks. My cum blasted 
into Jenny's cunt, almost forcing her upward from 
my lap. 

We both watched as it slowly seeped out of her 
pussy around my tightly grasped cock. It was 
incredibly exciting for both of us and I decided 
that the time had come to present the idea to 
everyone.

That Saturday Jenny, Juanita and Tom had slept over 
and the brownies showed up at about ten-thirty so 
by the time breakfast ended we were all present and 
could begin our meeting. I had warned everyone the 
week before that there would be an important 
discussion prior to our lesson so everyone was 
prepared and a bit curious. We all filed into the 
family room, got comfortable and I began the 
discussion.

"Kids," I was a bit nervous because I was uncertain 
what their reaction might be and I wanted this to 
succeed. I continued, "I have an idea that might 
make us a lot of money, so much money that we would 
never have to work again and we could do anything 
we wanted, go anywhere we wanted, and basically 
become totally independent." I looked at them. The 
older kids looked interested and curious, but the 
younger ones seemed not quite to understand where I 
was going. "What I have in mind involves a video 
camera."

Susie and Tom looked at each other, as did Steven 
and Juanita. Jenny and Stephanie seemed to 
understand what I was suggesting as well.

"It seems that everyone these days," I went on, 
"has an exercise or a weight loss video on the 
market. Well, we can do that too. We can make 
videos, but we can make our videos more interesting 
and more exciting. We can make an exercise video 
too, but we can do our exercises naked. We can make 
training videos for teaching people sex techniques; 
we can even make cooking videos or weight loss 
videos, all of them naked. And we can sell those 
videos for a lot of money."

Now they all understood. Sadie may not have had a 
true understanding of the value of money, but she 
understood doing exercises with no clothes on. The 
older kids were nodding in agreement and even the 
six and seven year olds were smiling in 
anticipation of seeing themselves in the movies. 
There was little doubt that we would soon be in the 
video business. The only question remaining was to 
find a safe way to market the product. After all, 
it was utterly illegal and in the minds of some, 
immoral.

I finished the presentation. "I have already 
purchased all the necessary equipment and will find 
the necessary contacts for distributing the 
finished product. Lots of people will pay 
handsomely for videos of all you beautiful kids 
doing what we have been doing for the past ten 
weeks. All that is needed is your 'ok' to go ahead 
with it. What do you say?"

I held my breath as they looked briefly around at 
each other. Finally, Susie, bless her heart, said, 
"let's get rich," to which all the others burst 
into a loud cheer. It was settled; we were going 
into the kiddie porn business, hopefully in a big 
way, financially speaking.

Susie walked over to me and threw her arms around 
my neck. 

"Daddy," she said coyly, "can me and you do the 
first movie together?"

I smiled at her and said, "Honey, you and I can do 
as many movies together as your little heart 
desires. The only thing we need is to get someone 
trained to run the camera."

Steven, Tom and Susie helped me set up the lights 
and wire them to the small control panel. There 
were four floods and four spots; each wired to a 
separate switch so each could be on or off 
regardless of the state of the others. 

I had purchased a four-channel mixer and two 
microphones so that we could use 'live' sound 
although I suspected that we might eventually want 
to do sound editing. We set the mikes into the 
booms I had bought and put them into place, finally 
plugging them into the mixer for stereo sound. We 
tested each of the lights and when it all seemed to 
be operational we installed one camera on the 
tripod and the other would be used by hand (for 
close-ups). It took the better part of two hours so 
we decided to have lunch before beginning our foray 
into the video industry.

After lunch I instructed Tom, Steven, Susie, 
Stephanie and Jenny in the operation of the 
cameras, sound equipment and lights. I showed them 
how to pan slowly, how to fade, how to cut, how to 
zoom in or out and, more importantly, when to do 
these things. This took up pretty much the rest of 
the day and by dinnertime we were all pretty tired. 

The little kids had been playing either in the 
house or in the back while all the lessons had been 
going on and I had been formulating something of a 
script in my mind that would involve everyone, 
something of an introduction to our sexy family. 
Just before dinner we all got together once more 
and agreed that the next afternoon we would make 
our first video. I had gotten another idea as well, 
one even more dangerous that the first.

Sunday morning, the usual semi-nude breakfast show 
took place. Eggs, bacon, toast, coffee (for me), 
pancakes and bare or pantied ass. Very nice, try it 
some time. Having a naked little girl pouring your 
coffee or slipping a plate of eggs in front of you 
is delightful. As you sip the coffee and take a 
bite of toast, watching that tight little ass 
wiggle away is pure delight.

All the guests except Jenny had gone to their 
respective homes and were going to return later in 
the day. Steven had taken to wearing pants all the 
time because he seemed to have a perpetual hard-on, 
what with all these naked little girls around. 
Susie usually wore panties in the kitchen and the 
rest of the kids were either completely naked or 
wore only their nighties. After breakfast they 
usually dressed and went about the business of 
being kids or did whatever chores needed to be 
done. We seemed to have a great deal of rapport and 
no one seemed to gripe too much about having too 
much to do or about someone else not doing their 
fair share. We got along amazingly well. Oh, there 
were arguments and occasional spats, but they were 
kept to a minimum and were usually settled quickly 
and amicably.

Around one o'clock the other kids began to straggle 
in. By one-thirty everyone was there except 
Juanita. She was always punctual and her not being 
here by this time was worrying me. When two o'clock 
rolled around and still no Juanita I decided to 
check on her. "Susie, come with me. I'm going to 
see what happened to Nita."

I slowed the car as we neared Nita's house. It was 
run-down, but then so were all the houses in the 
neighborhood, and it looked deserted. As I drove by 
it Susie scanned it for any sign of life. None. I 
turned at the next street and found the alley, 
which ran, behind the row of houses on the street.

"There she is," cried Susie, "what's the matter 
with her?"

Juanita was crouched behind a wooden fence in back 
of her house, one hand clutching her stomach, the 
other dangling at her side. I stopped the car; we 
both got out and ran to Nita. She rose when she saw 
us and said, "No, go away, go away." She was 
crying. 

When I got to the fence I saw why. A man was 
standing a few feet away from her, partially hidden 
by the wooden garage next to the fence. He had a 
baseball bat in his hands and was holding it over 
his head. I saw the movement out of the corner of 
my eye the same instant I spotted the man and 
managed to rush him before the bat had gotten into 
full swing. He dropped the bat and grabbed at my 
throat with both hands. Interlocking my fingers I 
brought both hands up into the underside of his 
jaw. 

His jaw snapped shut, chipping some teeth and, I 
hoped, biting the tip of his tongue off. As he 
straightened up, bringing a hand to his mouth, I 
slammed both fists hard into his groin and heard 
the sickening crunch of his balls being crushed 
into his body. He groaned loudly and doubled over 
toward me. I grabbed the back of his head and drove 
my knee squarely into his face. He crumpled to the 
ground, out cold and bleeding. He would need dental 
work, facial reconstruction and maybe an urologist.

Susie and Juanita were waiting in the car as I 
limped toward it. I was out of breath and my neck 
was bruised from where he had grabbed it, but was 
otherwise all right. I got into the car and we sped 
off for home.

Juanita was still sobbing as we drove away. She had 
a little blood in the corners of her mouth and her 
left arm was broken. The bastard, I found out he 
was her stepfather, had hit her in the stomach with 
the baseball bat. She had tried to defend herself 
against the blow with her arm and it had caught 
most of the force. I took her to the emergency 
clinic right away. 

After arguing with me that they needed a parent to 
sign, I convinced them that I was her legal 
guardian and would pay cash. That opened the door, 
but they would have to file a report because she 
was a child. They checked her out, ran a couple of 
tests, and fixed the arm. Fortunately, it was a 
simple fracture of the ulna. They put a cast on the 
arm, gave her some pills for pain, told her to 
watch for blood in the urine and feces, there might 
be something internal, they said. 'Call back in 
three days for the test results' they said as we 
left.

On the way home Susie asked me if Nita could move 
in with us, explaining that she and Juanita had 
already discussed it and had decided that since 
they were best friends they would like living 
together. She said that Juanita could help her keep 
the house clean, help her cook and take care of the 
other kids and me, (I liked that part), and that 
Nita had already said that she wanted to. I looked 
at Juanita in the backseat. She was worn out from 
the beating she had taken and drowsy from the drugs 
she had been given, but she smiled and nodded 
affirmatively in response to my questioning look.

I considered the possibilities. Kidnapping. Even if 
the kid agrees to go and does so willingly, the law 
still says it's kidnapping. What about her parents? 
Her father beat her regularly, damn near killed her 
this time, probably raped her occasionally, her 
mother was in Mexico somewhere, she had not heard 
from her in over three years. The only question was 
if the father would try to get her back. 

I decided to let her move in if she wanted to, I 
could handle the father. When I said 'ok' Juanita 
smiled broadly and giddily and Susie threw her arms 
around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. Then 
leaning her head on my shoulder, she said, "Me and 
Nita have already decided that we want to do a 
movie with just us and you. We'll call it 'Double 
Duty Daddy'." Both girls giggled mightily and I 
damn near drove off the road.

"Good name," I said. The more I thought about it, 
the better it sounded.

It was eight in the evening before everyone settled 
down in the family room. Questions were flying 
everywhere and Susie and I were doing our best to 
answer them. We had put Nita to bed; the poor kid 
was so giddy that she was singing Cielito Lindo as 
I half carried her up the stairs.

"Ay, ay, ay, ay....shh!" she kept saying when she 
got too loud. 

Actually, she had a pretty good voice. Maybe that 
could be a selling point. You know; sing a 
verse...suck a cock...sing a chorus...eat a 
pussy...sing another verse...fuck a little...sing 
the final verse and chorus to a rousing 
ejaculation. Hell of a show, boy, we'll go on tour.

It had become clear, however, that we couldn't stay 
where we were. Nita's father would want his 
daughter back and the authorities would assist him, 
no doubt. She told us of his friends, a tough bunch 
of hard-drinking men who, in their younger days had 
worked the fields of California and built strong 
muscle as a result of the hard work. 

They were proud and would not stand still for one 
of their own being so soundly defeated by a gringo. 
Now, they no longer worked the fields, no longer 
worked at all, the government saw to that by 
subsidizing them, so they had lots of time to drink 
and think up mischief.

By the time I went to bed I already had the place 
picked out. It was only a matter of preparing the 
kids and then getting us all and the things we 
wanted to take with us to our destination, our new 
home.

Continued in part 7...

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