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Most men, and some women, have fantasies of sexual relations with young
females, be they much younger women, teens, or even little girls, as they should. For the vast
majority of men, they remain fantasies. While the actual acts can be criminal by
today's standards, the fictional act is just that, fictional, and no actual harm
comes to anyone or any animal.

Also most men, heterosexuals included, have had one or more homosexual
experiences during their lifetime whether they will admit it or not. I suspect
that most of these initial experiences occur at an early age, as boys are very
malleable creatures and eager to try new things. If it's a naughty and forbidden
activity that must be done in secret, so much the better and that much more
exciting. Depending on their overall mental health and self confidence, the
effects of these homosexual experiences vary greatly from individual to
individual. For some men, the youthful homosexual experiment becomes a lifetime
sexual preference. For other men, it fuels fantasies or perhaps becomes an
occasional physical diversion adding a little spice to life from time to time,
sort of a dash of Tabasco during a lifetime of feasting on pussy. For the vast
majority of men I suspect it was just an experiment that fades into a memory and
they move on. Depending on the circumstances, the experience usually leaves no
scars, but for some, the internalized stigma and guilt sometimes fosters a
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I dressed up as Santa Claus for Christmas morning and I had my
little elf give me a blow job before she could open her presents. In addition to the inline skates, she
absolutely loved the vibrators and was eager to try out the assortment of butt
plugs that Santa had brought her. 
Christmas came and I came… twice; Christmas went and I came again and
again. 
For some reason, for the next two months things seemed
rather mundane. Oh, there was sex with
the two girls aplenty and I don’t mean to disparage that, but otherwise it was
all pretty much routine, relatively speaking. 
I continued to home school the girls, but had given up on Clint for any
effective help in that matter and in a way that suited me just fine. He was utterly incompetent as a teacher and
unreliable to boot. 
There was also some friction developing between us that had
nothing to do with his deficient teaching abilities. I got the distinct impression that he was
jealous of my financial independence. On
more than one occasion he complained that while he had to bust his butt to make
a lousy dollar, all I had to do was just sit around with my cock in one of the
girls and my money would show up in the mailbox. He also grumbled about his crappy apartment,
as compared to my very nice digs. I
considered just blowing him off, but then I was loathe
to lose Hanna and her talents, and besides, he always put on good show. 
By this time Hanna spent several nights a week at my place
and in bed with me and Mitzi. Sometimes
Clint would campout too, but with Mitzi in her old room. Having Hanna sleep over often actually
simplified things, as she was ready when I was ready… for school that is;
otherwise too, but I digress. When she
didn’t sleep over, I had to wait until Clint dropped her off, which was at best
a variable time. That was annoying
enough, as it threw me off of my lesson plan for the day, but I managed.
Then in early March, he didn’t drop her off for several
days. Thinking that Hanna might be ill,
I called to see what the problem was, but he didn’t return my phone call. I plowed ahead with Mitzi’s lessons knowing
that I’d have to repeat everything to keep Hanna up to speed, and that really
annoyed me. It was as if my time wasn’t
valuable at all, and that pissed me off.
Then, after missing eight or nine days without so much as a
phone call, Clint drops her off and into my lap. Hanna was very excited and with she and Mitzi
back together, accomplishing anything that day was a moot point. Turns out she wasn’t ill at all, she’d been
modeling… not at a mall, but for a photographer who specialized in naked little
girls. Hanna gushed about all the money
she was making (for her uncle that is) and how much fun it had been. After a little questioning I was told that
she modeled for a professional in the mornings for a fee plus a percentage of
the sale of the photographs, but in the afternoon, the pro brought in three to
four amateurs who each paid her the modeling fee and who then as a group,
snapped away for few hours for their own use. 
So in a single day she was getting four to five times the usual modeling
fee. I asked her if she had to do
anything other than take her clothes off and she said no, the men weren’t
supposed to touch her other than powering her skin to reduce glare from the
studio lights. “They powered my butt a
lot,” she laughed. I’m sure they
did. 
“Well, Hanna. If you
take your clothes off for me, I’ll do more than just power your butt,” I
teased. The little minx did just that
and that was the end of anything serious other than sex that day. 
The whole idea of kiddie porn and
Hanna posing in the nude intrigued me. 
When Clint showed up later that afternoon, I asked him about the
arrangement. He told me all the details, including posing with her for some
hardcore shots, thus earning a modeling fee for himself as well. “I’ve made more money this past week than I
did for all of January and February combined,” he said triumphantly. “We’re
scheduled to model again next week, this time for videos.”
“Mind if Mitzi and I tag along on Monday?”
“Not at all, Randy. You know I don’t mind a friendly audience,”
he laughed.
Then turning serious, he
added, “Maybe you could make some money too.” 
I didn’t need the money and he knew that, but he also knew me and my
peccadilloes. Just the thought of
modeling with Mitzi honking on me while a bunch of pervs
snaps photos of her was intriguing.  
I had a feeling that if I showed up on Monday to watch Clint
and Hanna that there would be precious little time for school work that week,
so I pressed ahead with classes on Saturday and Sunday much to Mitzi’s
chagrin. 
Monday morning at the specified time, I showed up with Mitzi
in tow at the address Clint had given me. There was some hub-hub about
outsiders, and we were turned away. But
the following Monday, this swarthy-looking dude shows up at my door and tells me,
“You checked out, just like your friend Clint said. Still interested in a photo shoot of your
girl?”
“Just some… shall we say, soft stuff to begin with.”
“Okay, bring her by tomorrow morning. At nine.”
“Oh, and by the way,” the man continued, “this afternoon
we’re doing a hardcore video of your buddy and Hanna. Clint said that you might want to watch and
see how it’s all done.”
So much for afternoon lessons... Watching Clint and Hanna having sex was old hat for me, but
the production aspects of shooting a kiddie porn
flick was interesting. There were three
cameramen, getting shots from every angle. 
Every so often, there would be a break and a lady would fix up Hanna’s
makeup.  After the shooting for the day
was over, Jeff the photographer and now director, a long haired dude who kept
his hair in a ponytail, asked if he could take some test shots of Mitzi. We haggled for a moment and he agreed to pay
his standard rate, even though most of the day was gone. 
Mitzi of course loved posing and slowly stripping off her
clothes for Jeff. Naturally, I loved
watching her do it. After the short one
hour session, Jeff was begging me to bring her back tomorrow morning for a full
photo shoot. I asked him about the
afternoon. And he said he’d already promised Hanna and Clint another session
with the amateur photographers.  
Tuesday was Mitzi’s first full day as a pre-teen porno
princess. Unlike Clint, I didn’t need
the money, so I took Mitzi’s modeling fees and socked them away for her. That first day was pretty harmless with Mitzi
dressing in outfits, peeling out of them and displaying her goods. I knew she’d be a hit with the great unwashed
and that proved to be an accurate prediction. 

A few days later, after a full morning session with Jeff,
Mitzi posed for the first time for a gaggle of middle-aged men. I sat out of the way in the back with a
hard-on almost all afternoon. Jeff came
in and asked if I wanted to do something more adventurous. I had a good idea what he had in mind and a
few days later, we did a professional daddy-daughter set destined for the
incest files on the internet. As we had
agreed before hand, Jeff was careful to never show my face, just my cock
penetrating Mitzi’s various orifices, or Mitzi with her head buried between my
ass cheeks.  
Later that evening Jeff dropped by to discuss some ideas of
his. This was more of a social visit
rather than strictly business and I was happy to have Mitzi show Jeff just how
social she could be. Let me tell you, it
was hot to see another man’s dick in her rather than just Clint’s. There she was with a big smile on her face,
her golden curls bouncing spring-like as she rode his cock in a reverse
cowgirl. Not content with just watching,
I stroked off and creamed her good as she was fucked by the photographer. 
After the first round of fun-and-games-with-Mitzi, Jeff got
around to business and suggested doing something more in the line of traditional
kiddie porn. I
was fine with doing a video with Mitzi like Clint and Hanna had done, but Jeff
was more adventerous than that. 
“That’d be fine, Randy. We can shoot that tomorrow. But… what do you think of having her perform with a boy or two of her own age, or perhaps screwed by
an older man and ultimately screwed by several men at once? The men of course will be happy to pay for
the privilege. The boys... well, they'll just be boys.”
“It’s not about the money, but, yes, let the bastards pay!”
I replied with a laugh. But I wasn’t
joking, I was happy to see her new career progress… so long as I got to watch everything.
It was at the filming of a gang fuck several weeks later, involving four men and
my darling, that I met Bart. He was just
sitting next to me watching the action unfold when he introduced himself. He was in his early fifties and looked to be
fit as a fiddle. I was wondering who he
was and what he was doing there, but I really didn’t mind him watching Mitzi
get fucked in every hole; in fact I relished it. Finally he turned to me and said, “She’s
quite lovely.”
“Yes, she is,” I replied proudly. 
“This video should make quite a lot of money,” he said. “She’s very popular, you know.” I hadn’t seen any royalty checks yet, so I
really didn’t know, nor did I really think about it too much.
“I’m Bart,” he says extending his hand.
“Randy,” I replied as I shook his hand.
“You want to make some big money with her?” he asked.
“I’m not doing this for the money,” I answered.
“You’re not? Then why
are you doing it?”
“For kicks,” I replied. 
“I put all the money into a trust account for her.”
Bart burst out laughing, ruining whatever lurid scene that
was being taped. No one made a big deal
over it though.
“You’re a man after my own
heart,” he said , “ but
I do it for the money too.” He went on
to explain that he owned the studio and that the paying amateur photographers
and the various actors paying for the privilege of shooting a porn flick with
young girls all belonged to a club that he managed. 
“The Club,” he responded. 
“No other name… simply The Club. 
Its purpose is to give men of means access to young girls and to give
other men the chance to profit from their possessions.”
“Daughters, stepdaughters, nieces, granddaughters, discarded
girlfriend’s kids, foster kids, whatever. 
Girls who are under the control of a man willing to
exploit them.”
“Bullshit. You whore
her out for your own gratification. 
That’s exploitation.”
“See that guy. The
hairy one who’s fucking her… he paid you to fuck her. The video is just my way
of getting a piece of the action.”
“I told you, I’m not doing it for the money.”
“You’re taking the money. 
I don’t care what you do with it after you get it, but you are taking
money for the use of her body. That’s whoring her out. 
“Look, don’t get defensive,” he continued. “I whore out my own daughters and my
granddaughters. I too like to see them
being fucked, fucked by a man who knows how to fuck a female. I have no use for some pimpled assed kid who
shoots off in five seconds. So, what do
you say?”
“The Club. Put her into The Club to be used like she
should be used by men who appreciate young pussy. You’ll make a lot of money for her trust
fund.” Bart gave me his business card
and told me to call him. A few moments
later, he was on the set mounting my little girl for the camera.
Later that evening I called the number on the card. I got a generic voice mail greeting and left
a message. Ten minutes later, Bart
returned my call.
“Okay, so what’s the
deal,” I asked him. 
“Perhaps it would best if we discussed this in private,” he
said.
“Okay, fine by me. 
Where and when?”
“Your place. I have your address. Be there by eight.”
I hung up and Clint walked in with Hanna in tow. “How was your day, sweetie?” I asked.
“She got fucked and I made a bundle,” Clint replied proudly.
“In a way, yes. We joined this club.”
“This Bart guy approached me this afternoon while we were
filming a gang bang video.”
“Bart, he’s the boss,” replied Clint with a knowing
grin. “Nice guy… pays well.”
“I think you already know the guys in the porn flicks are
members of the club and they paid to be in the videos. There are guys in the club who like to take
pictures of girls too. Then there are
guys who just want some one-on-one time with a cute, sexy little girl. The guy today, he was one of those. Pays a lot better than the photos or videos, or at least in a one-on-one situation. I got a call
this morning to see if she was available. 
Then I took her to The Club facilities and passed her off to the guy who
wanted to fuck her. Simple
as that. They have one-way
mirrors too, so I got to watch. Bastard
screwed the hell out of her!
"Then there are the shows," he continued. "Haven’t been to one yet, but from I understand, you can make a lot of
money in one night.”
“I’m not quite sure, but from what I understand, the girls
dance around and get naked on stage. 
Then the members bid on them.”
“I guess. I really
don’t know, but everything is done out in the open, and I mean everything!”
A little before eight, the doorbell rang. I answered and to my surprise Bart had a very
young little red headed girl with him, maybe five at the most. Once inside Bart was both surprised and
pleased to see Clint and Hanna there and no introductions were necessary. But to Mitzi he introduced himself as, “one
of the men who enjoyed your sweet young pussy today.” He’d fucked her, but Mitzi hadn’t recognized
him at all.
Then he introduced the little red-headed girl as, “Wendy,
one of my granddaughters.” Then he told
her to be nice to me and she pulled her dress over her head and pushed off her
cotton panties. 
“Have a seat,” he told me offering my own sofa to me. I sat and little Wendy climbed up into my
lap.
“She's too young to
fuck,” he explained, “but other than that, she’s quite experienced.”
He then sat and called Mitzi over to him offering her a seat
in his lap. When she sat he corrected
her, “When a gentleman wants you to sit in his lap, darling, he wants you naked
first.” Mitzi didn’t hesitate, she
shucked the outfit she had on then sat nude in his lap. Clint sat in a club chair with Hanna perched
nude in his lap.
“Now, isn’t this nice?” Bart asked as he stroked Mitzi’s
curly golden locks
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