As the cliché goes, war is hell! But coming back from a six month deployment is always heaven. I am Sergeant Daniel Gianni, a U.S. Army Special Operations NCO and lead Green Beret on a special team that just returned from Afghanistan. We spent the last half year killing raghead terrorists and humping rucksacks all over the mountains, and now we were back home in Fayetteville, North Carolina and looking for some pussy. I get so horny on deployments that I'd probably fuck a rock if it smiled at me, and trust me, that rock would be split in two. My Italian-American pecker is a good nine inches long and thick, a special pepperoni stick I intended to jam in some sweet local cunt tonight.

My teammates were with me as we headed out to this new place, the Green Beret Grille. Cute, huh? The locals sure loved the military, and they used clever names like that to lure us in. My number two is Corporal Tyrone Jackson, our token black guy (our private joke). He looks like Will Smith in the face and Schwarzenegger in the body, except dark black, of course. My remaining two teammates are both Specialists. One of them is the funniest guy you could ever meet, Glenn Hasan, and no, he's not a fuckin' Taliban member. He gets that a lot, maybe because he clowns around and pretends to be one. He's all American, but of Arab descent. He's tall like me, about six two and in shape like we all are in the Ranger community. Then there's Lars Henrikson, a lanky Swedish or Finnish kid. Shit, I can't remember. He's blonde-haired, blue-eyed, totally ripped and makes the bar girls so wet they look like they peed themselves.

"Well boys, this place better be as good as everyone says," I nodded over my shoulder as we entered the joint, a blast of jukebox music hitting us like a hard smack in the face.

It was crowded in there, with a huge line of people waiting for tables. Hell, there wasn't even room at the bar, and we were starved. The hostess told me the wait time for a table for four was going to be over an hour. I didn't think I could wait that long. She smiled and ran her hand over mine, and then told me that the only table available was one for eight, but she couldn't really justify seating the four of us back there because the other patrons would complain.

I started to turn to talk my crew when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I thought it was Lars getting ready to tell me we should wait the hour, but I was surprised when it was a middle-aged man.

"Excuse me, son, but I am here with my two daughters. Perhaps if we combined parties, they could seat us together. I'd be happy to treat all you brave men as a way of saying thanks for your service."

"Um, Sir, that's a real kind offer and all, but we couldn't accept." I knew the routine well. People wanted to buy me food, coffee, movie tickets, you name it. I'd always politely refuse, but they would insist. Hell, I've even had guys offer to let me fuck their wives. I rarely turned those down unless they were married to Two-Ton-Tillie.

This time, however, I really did want to refuse the meal offer when I saw the girls. One was about eight years old and the other was like twelve or thirteen. They were cute, don't get me wrong, but what I had in mind for the night was a hot twenty-something local cumslut that could ride my cock until the sun rose.

"No, no! I insist!" the man continued.

There was something whiney about his voice that annoyed me, and combined with the image of his girls ordering off the kid's menu, I was really just not interested.

I started to refuse the offer again when the sexy blonde hostess caressed my hand once more.

"Come on, stud. Let me seat you all together and then you can take me home when I get off at midnight."

Fuck, I was sold. I turned back to dad.

"Well, okay, Sir. Let's have dinner together, but I insist we pay our own way tonight."

As we all followed the hostess to the table this guy demanded to pick up the entire tab, to include drinks. Okay, now I would stop refusing his offers. I must admit that as I walked behind his older daughter I took notice. For a young thing she was kind of hot. She had long brown hair, hazel eyes, and from behind she had a sweet little ass that was tightly packed in a short denim skirt. Her white button down top was a bit tight, and it hugged her small developing mounds, outlining what looked like dark puffy nipples. I had to stop thinking about her like that because my sausage was beginning to rise, making for an obvious bulge that I had already determined would be buried in that hostess later tonight.

The older daughter's name was Sasha, and her sister was Sara. Sara was nine years old, as it turned out, but she looked younger to me. She was a clone of Sasha minus the budding mounds. She did have a cute little ass though, all snug and bubble shaped in a pair of hot pink slacks, and it even seemed to wiggle a little as she skipped to the table holding her dad's hand. Now tonight was a special night in the Hanson household, their dad explained. It was Sasha's birthday and she had just turned eleven. That floored me because she looked a tad older to me. Maybe it was her shimmering silver brace-face smile, or perhaps it was the trace of lipstick she had on her lips.

Their old man was Richard Hanson, a salt and pepper fortyish skinny guy who did some kind of accounting or office clerk shit. I really didn't care. He was a bit wimpy and clumsy, but a free meal was a free meal, even if it meant we had to endure a spilled sippy cup or a runaway crayon from the kid's activity book that Sara had taken from the hostess.

Our table was way in the back, near the dance floor that was not scheduled to fire up for a good two hours. It was dark, quiet and private and the booth formed a U-shape. Hanson sat in the middle with his girls on either side, while me and the boys piled in next to them. I sat right up next to Sasha. While I was not interested in her in any serious way, I didn't mind being pressed against her. Her legs were long and smooth and she had a light perfume scent that was a nice contrast to the puke, shit, guts and rotting corpses from the desert that I was made to endure in Af-ghana-fuckistan. Tyrone sat next to Sara who kept looking up at him and smiling, giggling, like she had a puppy love crush on him.

We made small talk while we drank the first two pitchers of beer. But that shit was gone in a matter of minutes, so we ordered two more. In case you haven't heard, Special Ops guys can drink. I could see the worry on the dad's face which I surmised had to do with a large tab he was going to be picking up that night. When the second set of pitchers arrived, I grabbed Sasha's glass, a dark red plastic tumbler, dumped her ice and Coke into an empty pitcher, and discreetly poured her a beer under the table.

"Happy birthday, honey!" I said, giving her a wink.

Her dad almost flipped out, trying to stop me, but I waved him off. "Dude, lighten up. It's just one beer."

She beamed brightly, holding the plastic chalice like a piece of gold. "Daddy, please? Can I?" She was practically hopping up and down she was so excited about getting a drink.

He responded with some mealy-mouthed reply about it not being right, and while he stammered out his words, I spied Tyrone slip Sara a beer, putting a finger up to his lips.

"Shhhhhhh, don't let daddy know."

She nodded and grinned and instantly began sipping her beer. Sasha did as well, ignoring her father's protests. This was pretty fucked up. Here we were, a bunch of horny early-twenties Army NCOs giving beer to some guy's preteen daughters, intimidating the fuck out of him, and getting him to pay for all our food and beer to boot. Is this a great country, or what?

The beer flowed freely from that point on, and after seven or eight pitchers, I lost count. I also had no idea how much beer the girls had drunk, but they were slurring their words and getting silly. Dad was overwhelmed, especially when we ordered the most expensive meals on the menu. A couple of rib eye steaks, a New York Strip for me, and lobster for Lars. As we dined and got to know each other, I could feel Sasha sink into me like a date who had had a little too much to drink. I instinctively put my hand on her leg and caressed it. She did not fight me off. Instead, she cupped my hand and held it against her thigh, leaning her head on my arm.

Her father was about to flip his noodle. "Stop, please! She's only eleven!" he squeaked at me in his whiny voice.

I leaned over, my mouth right over Sasha's head. "Shut the fuck up!" I whispered, evoking a giggle from his daughter. I handed her another beer as my hand slid further up her leg. I don't know if I was a little drunk at the time or just goofing around because I enjoyed pissing off her dad, but massaging her thigh was getting me aroused. I felt Mr. Salsiccia rising in my pants.

Tyrone was lost in conversation with Sara while Lars and Glenn watched it all unfold. They didn't seem to object, and every now and then would throw some humor into the conversation. They also acted as good lookouts to make sure no one saw what was going on and misunderstood things. After all, we were just playing around with this guy by plying his girls with booze. At least that's what I thought until I saw something that floored me. Tyrone had taken one of Sara's tiny hands and placed it on his rock hard bulge. She was looking up at him with her big eyes in wonder as she caressed his stiff shaft. And judging from the distance her little hand traveled as she felt his hardon, he was packing a fucking monster in his jeans. But then again, he is black.

Richard also saw it, and once again he nearly flew off the handle. "Oh my God, stop that! What are you doing with my little girl?"

Tyrone cracked his knuckles and said sternly, "Quiet, white boy! She's curious and you just got to back the fuck off!"

While dad was busy trying to stop Tyrone, I decided to push my limits with Sasha. I turned my face to hers and we kissed. I mean we KISSED! It was hot, wet, and passionate, and as we did, my fingers slid up her skirt to her panties. They were soaked. I slipped them to the side and found the wettest bare pussy I had ever felt. There was no grass on that field at all, and her hairless lips were slick and slippery as I explored them.

I looked at all my men and we exchanged knowing nods. This was way outside our normal idea of a fun night, but considering how we'd fuck the first friendly stone, tree or stop sign, these two girls were an obvious notch above. All four of us made a silent mental decision, came to agreement, and knew what we were going to do next.

I removed my fingers from Sasha's dripping slit and ran them under her father's nose. "Pay the bill and drive us over your house. I think you know what we want for dessert."

The look on dad's face was priceless. He sniffed my fingers and couldn't get his words out. He stammered, whined, and huffed, but I had already taken Sasha's hand and slid her out of the booth. Tyrone had done the same with Sara. Dad sat and held his face in his hands for a moment, sobbed, and then pulled out the plastic to pay the bill.

"Leave a big tip, old man," I snickered.

"Yeah, daddy. You're always such a wimpy cheapskate!" Sasha said with a hiccup followed by a giggle.

I cupped her ass and gave it a squeeze, making sure dad could see, then I looked back over my shoulder and gave him a wink. He finished paying, got up, and mumbled, "Follow me." He never looked up from that point on, and it was clear he was so intimidated that he was resigned to the night's fate.

They lived on the far side of Fayetteville, giving us some quality mini-van time with his sexy daughters. Lars sat up front with him, while I had Sasha in the back bench seat with Hasan, leaving Tyrone in the middle bench with Sara. I made out with Sasha the entire drive over, and for an eleven-year-old girl, she was pretty hot to play. Within fifteen minutes I had her panties at her ankles, which Hasan removed and tossed up to her dad. They landed on his leg, causing him to jerk the wheel and swerve hard. We all laughed. My fingers were busy fucking her bare mound and it sounded like I was finger fucking a bowl of warm pudding. She was so fucking drenched, the sloppy wet sounds were audible in Los Angeles, I'm convinced!

Tyrone was even bolder. He had his mammoth black cock out of his pants, with little Sara running her hands up and down it, not even able to make her fingertips meet because of the thickness. I peered over the seat and saw the smile on her face as the nine-year-old was mesmerized with her first cock. Her dad was watching in the rearview mirror, watching and crying. Fuck, this scene was getting more insane by the minute!

We arrived at the house and pulled the car into the garage. When the door shut, we all got out. Tyrone already had his pants off, his huge black prick sticking straight up as he lifted Sara in his arms. I had already removed Sasha's top and exposed her puffy budding mounds, which I had been sucking on for the last ten minutes.

Lars and Hasan pushed the old man forward. "Take us to the master bedroom!"

He complied, totally broken and unable to stop what was about to happen. I carried Sasha over my shoulder, one hand up her skirt feeling her bare ass crack. My drunk date giggled the whole way. Tyrone and I laid the girls on the bed side by side, and then ordered dad to undress them while all four of us got nude.

My big Italian fuckstick was rock hard, and Sasha's eyes widened seeing it. The head was purple, as big as a plum, and dripping precum. Sara was still fixated on Tyrone's python, smiling at it while daddy whimpered his way through undressing both girls. Fuck, they were crazy hot! Both had hairless cunts with oversized vulva, and their inner lips stuck out lewdly. I had only seen that on women, and that was after fucking them onto the box springs. Sara had no tits at all, but her nipple buds were dark pink, puffy and so suckable looking. Tyrone obviously felt the same way as he mounted her and began sucking them, one at a time, making little Sara moan softly.

I told dad to drop his pants, sit and watch, and when he did, we all saw his four inch cock, rock hard and raging. We laughed at him, but it was clear he was totally turned on seeing his two precious preteens getting sexed up by hormonally turbo charged soldiers. I knew his type, a cuckold, like many of the men who had offered me their wives in the past. They pretended to be all whiney about it, but seeing their brides fucked insane by a huge prick was their real turn on. This guy apparently was getting into being a cuckold to his daughters.

Hasan had an impressive seven inch uncut cock that was at attention, saluting as it were. Lars was about six inches, but he had the biggest pair of nuts I had ever seen. We were all tatted up, pretty common for Spec Ops guys, and Sasha seemed to enjoy looking at the skull tattoo on my chest. We huddled for a moment and decided the order of things. I was going to eat out Sasha first while she sucked Hasan's cock, and Tyrone was going to give Sara a kitty licking while she sucked Lars off.

The girls seemed to know exactly what to do. Their legs opened wide allowing me and Tyrone ready tongue access to their fuck holes, and they grabbed the other two cocks and pulled them into their hot, hungry little mouths. Now, I have been around the block, but this kind of willingness on their part seemed odd to me. Maybe it was because they were drunk, but it sure seemed to me they went right to work like this was not their first time.

Sasha moaned on Hasan's cock while I licked her cunny slit. It was wet and delicious. I normally like eating pussy, but not for a long time, but this girl's cunt was sweet as sugar cane so I was not about to stop. Her clit was already hard and no longer hiding behind her little hood. I tugged that baby nugget in my lips, making her ass bounce on the mattress.

"Hmmmmph, ohhh yessss," she moaned with a mumble.

I looked up with a wet face at her old man. "This is some prime pussy, dad!"

He winced and pretended to look away, but he still watched, stroking his cock. Yeah, he was a sick fucker!

I glanced over and saw Sara bucking and moaning like her sister, and she had all of Lars's cock in her mouth, her head bobbing like a pro. She pulled away momentarily, looked up at him and said, "I love sucking you big hard cock, Lars." Then she looked down at Tyrone's wet face as his tongue was busy fucking her bare mound. "Hmmm, suck my clitty, Tyrone."

This shit was getting weirder by the minute. I ate that eleven-year-old snatch until her bubble butt was bouncing up and down under my face, nearly snapping my neck. This girl was going to cum any moment, so I drove my tongue in deeper. She gasped, lifted her ass about six inches, and held it for a moment. She suddenly let out a long gust of air and screamed. "Oh FUCK, I'm cumming, oh FUCK, I'm cumming so good!"

Sasha's pussy suddenly got juicier than before and a spritz of girl cum splashed my face. Damn, that was crazy delicious! Her clit was throbbing, swollen, pink, tender and peanut hard. I tugged on it with my lips and she went nuts. I looked up without letting go and saw she had Hasan's cock AND balls in her mouth and his eyes were rolled back in his head. He started hunching his hips and let loose.

"Oh shit, baby, you suck me so fucking good! Here I cum. Swallow all of it, bitch!"

Sasha milked his cum with her mouth, coaxing every drop from his nutsack as she sucked him nonstop. When she had every drop drained, she pulled away, cum dribbling from her lips.

"Your cum is so yummy, Glenn. But now I need some cock in my baby pussy."

"Don't need to tell me twice!" I mounted this fucktoy and pressed my cock against her bare cunt.

"Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me with that big cock."

I obliged. I pushed my cock in, expecting to bust a cherry, but it went right in with no obstruction. This girl was tighter than the fucking the barrel of an M-9, not that I had ever tried to do one, but her pussy was tight, tiny, and HOT.

"Ahhhh, that's it. Pound my pussy, Dan! I like it hard!"

"You got it, baby slut!"

I started fucking this girl like a woman. She was definitely not a virgin, and before long, I was making full deep strokes with my nine inch salami. My nuts were smacking her ass when I heard something similar next to us. I looked over to see Tyrone fucking Sara's nine-year-old pussy from behind while she was sucking Lars's cock. I could not believe this girl could take a BBC, but she was not only capable of receiving his ten inch shaft, she was enjoying it. She was pushing back into him as hard as he was slamming it in. For every thrust he made into her, she met it with full force by shoving her tiny ass back.

"You fuck me so nice, Dan. Keep fucking my sweet baby cunny all night," Sasha moaned under me.

"I will fuck you as hard as you can take it baby." I picked up speed, and she put her feet on my hips.

"My sister and I love to get ass fucked, too," she moaned in my ear, but it was loud enough for all of us to hear.

I looked over at dad who was furiously jacking his little cock, and now he was smiling and grinning.

"Fuck my daughters, all of you! I want them gangbanged all night and into the morning!"

I looked at my boys and we all nodded. On the ten-point perversion scale, tonight was turning into a solid eleven. My cock was on fire inside Sasha's love tunnel, making hot, sexy, popping wet sounds as I fucked her mound harder. I looked down and saw her pussy lips stretched around my pole super tight, her clit receiving a thorough pummeling from my pelvis.

Lars and Hasan switched girls, giving them each a new cock to suck. They eagerly took the new shafts into their warm wet mouth cunts, sucking them obscenely as they took the two biggest, hardest cocks in the room inside their pussies.

"I'm going to cum soon! Oh, daddy! Tyrone's big black cock is going to make me cum!" Sara started to cry as she humped into him even harder.

"That's it babygirl, cum hard, take that nigger cock deep and cum hard! You know how much daddy likes to see you cum!"

I thought Tyrone might get pissed at the N-word, but he chuckled and doubled down. He grabbed her tiny hips with both of his big black hands and fucked her insanely.

"Like this, daddy?" he smiled over at the old man as his nuts shook fast and hard.

"Yeah, jungle boy, fuck my girl like she's the master's daughter!" her dad cackled with a deep southern drawl.

"Oh, Massa, I sure loves fuckin' the massa's daughter!" Tyrone smiled, playing along with their father's fantasy.

His cock nearly started smoking from the intense fucking her was giving the tiny girl, and that's when she exploded. She screamed and wailed on the bed, crying tears as her pussy gushed baby cream all over Tyrone's huge black stick. I could see the white, creamy foam her juices made on his black shaft as she shuddered her way through an intense cum.

"Oh Missus Sara, I'm gonna cum inside your white pussy. I hope dats okay with the massa!"

"Fuck yes! Cum inside her, nigger, and I might just let you sleep in the house tonight!" her father moaned as he jacked his dick faster.

Our fuck session was getting even stranger, and definitely hotter. I couldn't hold back much more, and neither could Tyrone. My balls smacked Sasha's ass hard, making them tighten up. I looked over and saw Tyrone's nutsack contract, too.

"Here we go!" I moaned.

I shot off inside that girl's pussy like a fire hose. Months of cum came spewing forth, filling her womb like a swimming pool. She came with me, shaking hard and digging her nails into my back. My cum continued to pump for a good five minutes as I gradually slowed my pace. My sweetie kissed my face and mouth like a lover as she came long and hard with me.

"Hmmmm, that was nice," she panted softly in my ear.

"Yeah it was, but let's watch Sara get her share of cum."

We both looked at Tyrone who was pounding his cock so deep in that girl that his balks were slapping her flat tummy from below. Veins in his forehead popped up; sweat poured from his brow, and his muscular black body glistened with perspiration. Then he finally shot his load. Like all of us, he had months of cum loaded in his nuts, and he didn't waste a drop. He pumped damn near a gallon of hot jizz in that preteen cunt, and she sure was prepared to take it all.

His cum was so prolific, it poured back out of her mound and onto the bed below. He just kept fucking, and she just kept cumming. She screamed over and over with an insane orgasm. Tyrone slowed down and pulled his fat cock out, and then flipped her on her back before much of his spunk could spill out.

"Hey, Massa, I bets you would like a little creampie, dontcha, Massa?" he grinned, holding her legs open.

"I sure do, nigga!" her dad moaned as he got on his knees on the floor, pulled her tiny ass to his face and drove his tongue inside, lapping all of Tyrone's cum milk. This dude made more noise than a fat lady slurping a bowl of hot soup.

Tyrone stood next to the dad, and at one point, yanked his head to his throbbing, wet black prick. "Suck my nigga cock, Massa."

Her dad moaned and complied, eagerly sucking Tyrone's cock while alternating between his prick and Sara's drenched kitty.

I slid out of Sasha's pussy, seeing my creampie pooled in her slit and running down her ass crack. I slid her next to Sara and ordered her dad to drink it all up. You should have seen this fuck! He was going nuts sucking all the available cum from their lil cunnies that he could get, while taking turns sucking me and Tyrone clean.

This went on for close to half an hour, and it was clear dad and his daughters were getting off by it. He was jacking his tiny cock, while they humped his face and gave up all the cream they had. I gave Lars and Hasan a smile. "Your turn, boys. I think it's time they got an ass fucking."

We had to pull dad away by force. He wanted to keep eating some creampie, but it wasn't fair to Lars and Hasan. They needed more than just a blowjob tonight, after all. We flipped the sisters over and on all fours, their asses hanging over the edge of the bed.

Lars had the smaller cock and took Sara, not that it mattered much since she's clearly been assfucked before. He slid into her pussy first, getting it wet and slightly cum-coated for lubrication. She looked back at him and moaned, "Fuck my ass, Lars!"

"My pleasure, slut!" he grinned from ear to ear as he entered her tight ass.

She let out a loud grunt, then pushed her ass back into him like she had done with Tyrone before.

Hasan eased his prick into Sasha's ass, evoking a mew from her throat. "Hmmm, that's it, baby," he groaned as he entered her shit chute.

My boys started to fuck these two tiny cumsluts like masters. The girls loved every inch of the pounding, grunting like cheap whores.

I looked over at Tyrone, and his eyes were red. He was clearly pissed off. He gave me a nod, then turned to Richard and backhanded his face. "Okay white boy, I played your fucking slave game, but now you gonna get it for calling me a nigga!"

The girls' dad fell to the floor in fear, trying to apologize, but Tyrone didn't give a shit. He grabbed the old man and shoved him over the edge of the bed, in between his daughters who were getting their assholes thoroughly assaulted. "You like nigger cock so much, now you gonna get it where you need it!"

He pushed the head of his trobbing cock against the dude's butthole. "Get ready for a black ass rape!"

The dad tried to pull away, but I held him down. His girls looked back and just smiled at their father as my boys pounded their tight assholes harder.

Tyrone jammed his prick in, all then inches, deep into the guy's bowels. He screamed and flailed, but my boy didn't let up. He grunted as he began fucking the man's virgin ass.

"Good thing Don't Ask, Don't Tell was revoked!" he laughed as he assfucked this man next to his daughters. "You pimp out your young daughters and let them get assfucked, so let's see how much you like it!" He started to pound this guy's ass rough and hard.

Richard screamed for the first ten minutes, but then he began moaning like his daughters had been. I gave Tyrone a smile. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

We both laughed. Tyrone got back into slave-character.

"Oh, Massa, I sure hopes you approve of my nigga dick up yo white ass! I sure does loves to fuck this ass and your two sweet daughters. They's got the finest pussies on the plantation, Massa!"

The family assfucking went on for close to an hour as my crew worked them all hard, with Lars and Hasan trading the girls a couple of times. But not Tyrone. He owned the dad's ass and he was determined to destroy it. Hanson groaned in pleasure as Tyrone slammed him with all he had. The girls were busy tugging their little clit nubs from underneath, while dad jerked his boy cock as he got butt fucked. Me? I went up and down the line getting my cock sucked by all three. It was heavenly.

Dad was the first to proclaim he was going to cum, and he moaned something about an ass orgasm. Whatever that was. All I know is Tyrone's eyes were rolled back in his head, making it obvious to me that daddy-boy was about to get a load of black jizz in his pooper. The girls were approaching orgasm, as were Lars and Hasan. The fucking picked up intensity, and then it happened. It was like watching a fireworks display, the grand finale!

One by one the five of them popped off. Everyone was screaming and cumming within a minute or two and cum was flying everywhere. Lars pulled his dick out and shot a massive load all over Sara's back and hair. His huge nutsack did not disappoint, and it looked like a one-man bukkake party. Hasan had less cum, but he dumped all he had into Sasha's sweet bunghole. She thrashed around as she came with him.

And to no one's surprise, dad came the hardest. His little dick only managed to spurt a tiny bit of goo, but he apparently was having that butt-orgasm he mentioned. He was practically hopping up and down on Tyrone's black shaft, screaming and bucking hard. Tyrone tried to hold him steady as he pumped every last drop of cum in the dude's ass, but it was hard to do with all the excitement that guy had with his orgasm.

I couldn't take it much more. I started to shoot, surprising myself with the volume of cum I could produce. I sprayed the girls' pretty faces first, then shoved my prick in their father's mouth to finish off my load. He did it eagerly.

When we all managed to settle down, cocks withdrawn and limp, and dad had eaten all the cum from the girls' assholes. He even cleaned up all the shit covered cocks with his perverted mouth. I lit up a joint and passed it around. The girls took deep hits. I gave the dad a long look and let out my breath.

"Okay, what's the deal? This is the most fucked up family I've ever met."

He smiled, and was about to speak when Sara cut in. "Let me tell him, daddy!"

Richard nodded.

"You see, every weekend we pretend it's somebody's birthday so we can pick up soldiers. My daddy likes to see us getting fucked..."

"What the fuck?!" I shouted. I knew something was up as the night progressed, but this was too much.

Sasha giggled. "Yeah, I'm really ten and Sara is seven, and we've been doing this for four years now!"

Their dad looked at all of us and grinned. "It's our way of saying, 'Thanks for your service!'"

I shook my head, took Sara by the hand to her bedroom and spent the night fucking her on her pink canopy bed. That seven-year-old rode my cock until morning, sometimes hugging her dolly while she bounced on my prick like she was on a trampoline. I'm not sure what happened with my crew, but judging from the moans and screams I heard all night, daddy and Sasha were getting their holes plugged for hours.