I've been a cosmetic surgeon for my entire married life and my wife is a nurse anaesthetist. On the surface, we appeared to be your typical couple, until our humble family practice turned into a sex show last week. We weren't voyeuristic people and had never so much as considered the idea of inviting others to watch us fuck. Strictly speaking, as husband and wife, we are still yet to screw in that environment, but did make a slut out of our darling little girl Zoey.

A couple of weeks ago, we had a family come in after an "accident" to their young daughter's collar bone. The stepfather was a deadbeat who didn't say much, but when he did speak it was clear that he ruled the roost. We suspected he was the culprit responsible for the nasty gash on the poor teenage girl. My wife, Lori, put the middle schooler to sleep and I commenced the procedure as usual. All was routine at first until I noticed Lori's eyes wondering to our young patient's legs with a look I'm used to seeing in the bedroom.

"What are you thinking?" I asked with a wry smile.

"Nothing," she snapped out of her little fantasy world and avoided the12-year-old completely.

"You were checking her out," I said, glancing to the operating theatre's window. My wife's expression was that of a deer in headlights.

"I was not!" she insisted.

"It doesn't look like her parents want to watch," I started, making my way to the window and pulling the blinds across. "They won't know a thing. How long have you been into girls her age?" I had long hid my love for youngsters and may well have been putting my marriage into jeopardy without properly feeling out the situation first, but that look in her eyes had told me something.

I always knew that this connection Lori and I shared went beyond a relationship built on morals and ethics. I studied her as she squirmed and hesitated to answer.

"A while."

"Isn't she just the cutest," I put a hand on one of the sleeping teenager's foot, moving my way up her legs until I hit her tiny shorts. "I've been keeping it a secret for years," I told my wife and fished out my cock.

"What are you doing?"

"Surgery can wait," I chuckled.

"Matt," she said sternly but softly. "We can't."

"The fact that you aren't particularly assertive right now tells me you want to see where this goes. So... when you call me Daddy," I paused for effect; "are you pretending to be Zoey?" Lori didn't look mortified or upset, she looked busted. "I like to think it's her I'm fucking sometimes."

By now I was wanking as I eyed both the gorgeous females in the room up and down. I can't really explain it or justify it with words, but Lori's demeanour changed just like that and I could see that she was seconds away from tending to her own sex organ. I knew my wife and I knew that pussy of hers was crying out for attention.

"Maybe I should wait until we get home and blow this load over our little girl's face." Lori's pants came down. She propped herself up on the operating table and masturbated vigorously as she hovered over the pretty Gemma Herald. She only had eyes for the sleeping beauty and it was the most thrilling experience of my life. That is, until what I came here for to spill the beans on. Lori squirted her juices on the oblivious little cutie and cleaned her up for me to finish the operation. The details aren't important, trust me. You'll want to hear about what we did with Zoey.

Lori picked Zoey up from school and I stayed to finish a couple more routine procedures with our part-time anaesthetist. We had a very special night planned for our little girl, who is all of six years old, by the way. After closing up, I made a stop at a club I frequented. It was an exclusive group of guys who had built a real friendship over the past few years with one thing in common: we were all happily married and all had deep desires for our preteen daughters. Mostly we would just talk about our little bundles of joy, from the skirts we parade them around in at the mall to the way they sit on our laps.

We would also swap photos and occasionally dirty underwear, downing a few beers as we passed the smelly little girl panties around. We even turn underwear into a prize and each make a case as to why we should be the one who gets to take them home for the week. The most degrading and passionate argument generally wins and the anecdotes or descriptions get extremely graphic. Steve's little ten-year-old Dajna was a favourite of everybody's and I fought so hard to get her pair that to this day I can't remember any of it. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I got blackout drunk. The guys tell me it was the most explicit case put forward and went so overboard that they couldn't deny me the reward of Dajna's crusty little panties.

So anyway, I made a quick visit in there. Only Steve and his older brother Mark were about so told to text, call, and do whatever they had to do to get the word out. They were to meet me at my practice for the surprise of a lifetime. I didn't mention anything more, or even Zoey's name, but I'm sure they had a fair idea of what I was putting on for them. I arrived home and found my two special girls in the master bedroom, looking as illustrious and cute as ever.

"Hello, my beautiful angels."

"Daddy!" Zoey raced over and gave my legs a hug, pushing her face against the bulge in my pants.

"It looks like you and Mommy have been having fun."

"Uh-huh," she nodded, full of energy. Man, did she look sexy! "See! Mommy made me look super pretty," Zoey twirled around. Lori was always one for dressing Zoey conservatively but tonight she had carefully picked out the most provocative wardrobe she could.

"Come show Daddy what you look like with your tiara," Lori gave me the biggest smirk. I nearly came in my pants when the silver crown was rested on our little princess's head.

"So pretty." My mind immediately jumped ahead to me dribbling cocksnot on her six year old face.

We arrived at our practice and all the guys were already eagerly waiting at the door. Lori was totally fine with them being here. Well, from what I had told her about them. Some details are best left out, especially for now. I was confident that Lori would come around to the club's way of thinking if I eased her into this. I watched all nine men fuck little Zoey with their eyes. This was a rare treat and the first time they had set eyes on her in the flesh. Remember when I said that Dajna was a favourite of everybody's? Well Zoey was THE favourite. Even though I had been sharing her pictures for only a little over a year now and she was the newest addition, gallons of cum had been spilled over my Zoey. We made our way into the operating theatre and Lori picked up our precious daughter. She laid her down on the table and made sure to hike up her little skirt for us all to see her yellow panties.

"What are all those men staring at, Mommy?" Lori could detect uneasiness in her little girl's voice.

"They think you're really beautiful." This answer didn't console little Zoey. "Just relax, sweetie." Lori picked out a sterilized syringe and administered anaesthesia drugs into our daughter. Zoey was too concerned with my mates to even process her fear of needles. "Go to sleep, sweetie," she said in a nurturing tone while unbuckling her jeans and rubbing herself. Our daughter slowly drifted off and the last thing she saw was my pedo buddies getting their dicks out and circling her.

"Should we take her clothes off or keep them on, boys?"

"On," they replied in unison.

"For now," Graham chuckled. He was in his late forties and had two girls. One was a freshman in college and the other a freckled cutie in kindergarten whose fresh pee was bottled the day of every meeting and passed around.

The guys bunched around in a huddle and no part of Zoey went unnoticed. They were jacking their dicks and my wife was right there getting off to the obscenity of it all. Everyone was very chatty and talking dirty, especially to Lori.

"You don't mind us jerking off over your little girl?"

"Do you get wet dressing Zoey up like a dirty fucking whore?"

"I'm going to come down your cute cockslut's little mouth."

Lori loved every bit of it.

After a mere minute or two, the first load came. It was a surprise because we were all quite in control of our ejaculations from past experiences with other daughters, but it wasn't nearly as unpredictable when you considered what part of Zoey's anatomy triggered it. Graham was positioned directly above my little angel's head and had sputtered his seed over her forehead. The forty-five degree angle of the top half of the table meant that the splooge ran down Zoey's features. The sticky fluid streaked her closed eyelids and cheeks and when I caught a glimpse of that I had to butt in. I couldn't wait any longer to have the warmth of my tiny daughter strangling my dick. I lost my clothes and straddled the padded operating table.

"Can you put this down flat, baby?" I asked in Lori's general direction and she adjusted the lever for me. Now Zoey looked exactly as I had pictured her laying on her bed many times with pesky clothes the only thing between her prepubescent cunt and daddy's cock. I tugged at Zoey's cute skirt and brought her panties down with them. The room went into a frenzy. Everything became louder - the breathing, the fapping, the muttering, and the lewd but very welcome remarks. My pre-cum dripped onto my baby girl's slit and I made the decision then not the use the lube in my pocket. I was going to take Zoey's cherry without any assistance and without a condom. I eased the head of my prick into her tiny cunt and was about to savour this moment when Lori shouted for me to get to it.

"Break our little bitch's hymen, Matt! Make her bleed all over her father's cock for all these perverts to see!" Needless to say, I was throbbing. I plunged and forced myself deep inside little Zoey. I had repaired many hymens in my time as a surgeon but was never given the great fortune of breaking one. Her six-year-old pussy was just the right tightness and I could hardly believe that her little frame could support my full length. I was giving her unconscious little body an inch of cock for every year of her life and was balls deep. I slowly drew myself out and the blood came gushing with it. That didn't detract me from slamming right back in her girlie cunt and it was met with cheers from the whole room. The stream of blood turned into a trickle before too long and my cock looked like Carrie on prom night but it was only getting hotter. I took it to another gear and fucked my little girl harder than I had ever fucked Lori. Not that I didn't love Lori, I just really loved Zoey's under-developed body. I grabbed her tiny waist and pounded her teeny hole until breaking point, jerking her body wildly while another two fellow perverts sprayed man juice over her pretty face. I was going so berserk that I didn't recognize my own building orgasm. In the flick of a switch my gut sucked in and my swollen testicles released a torrent of daddy sperm into my dosed up little fuck pig.

I pulled out of Zoey completely and smiled as cum seeped from her like an oozing lava chocolate cake. My seed was a stark contrast from the rosy hue of her blood and each were a reminder of the depravity playing out here. Taking in some deep breaths, I admired the mess that had been made on my little girl's face so far and encouraged more.

"Let's do ourselves proud, boys. We've always talked about seeing my Zoey in a sea of cocks and now I want you to thank my wife for knocking her out by turning her into a bukkake princess. Let's have her wake up to a face full of dried cum!"

"Show my naive little whore what a bunch of perverts you are!" Lori added.

Brothers Steve and Mark were ready right then and one held Zoey's lips open for them both to paint her teeth in the thickest, whitest cum you'll see. When it wasn't their turn to contribute to the almighty facial on Zoey's tiny face, they were groping or cock-slapping any part of her they so desired. Seeing as how she was so small, there wasn't much of her to have, but you weren't hearing any complaints. What's the saying: good things come from small cumdumps? Zoey was the third daughter we had shared in the group, and there had always been an understanding and respect amongst us that nobody was to ever fuck a girl who wasn't their own. You could wank over them all you want but had to keep out of another man's daughter or there would be hell to pay. I hadn't even consider the possibility of letting a foreign dick inside my pride and joy, but for my sake and everyone else's, I was going to be a little lenient.

"Graham, do your thing in her," I nudged the father of two. "You have my permission, brother." Graham got a smile that went from ear to ear and he couldn't get on the table fast enough. I chose him specifically. He's the guy that brought bottles of his sweet little five-year-old's urine for us to smell and taste. He is also the greatest watersports enthusiast to walk the earth and pissing in girls is his "thing." I took Lori in my arms and watched with bated breath as Graham entered Zoey and groaned.

"He's pissing in her," I nipped my wife's neck and whispered in her ear. I don't think she believed me until the clear liquid trickled out of our little girl's super-cute snatch. He then poked his extra long cock around so that we could actually see Zoey's belly protruding and it was so fucking hot.

The rest of the guys drained their balls over my little girl's face and Lori put the icing on the cake by peeing over her flat chest. Before calling it a night, we all took countless photos to preserve the memory and I showed the guys out the front door. There were handshakes and high fives all around. Lori and I stayed for a few hours while the mask of cum dried on our unconscious little trooper. Zoey would never know the joy she brought to my pervert buddies, unlike the girls we had shared in the past, both of whom had been successfully transformed into insatiable preteen whores. Lori sucked my blood-stained cock clean and then I got to work reconstructing Zoey's hymen. I wanted the sensation of breaking her in again at a later stage.

The effects of the anaesthetic syringe couldn't have worn off at a better time. Her yummy little pussy was somewhat normal again and most of the sperm on her face had settled nicely. It took a bit for Zoey to open her eyes because the cum had acted like a glue.

"Mommy, Daddy... was I asleep?"

"Yes, pumpkin."

"What's that smell?" Her nose twitched and she rubbed her face, curious. "My face feels funny." She had many thoughts and questions running through her head.

"Don't scratch it, Zoey. You had an accident and Daddy had to do a little procedure," I lied. She was old enough to know what line of work Mommy and Daddy were in and often asked the cutest, most innocent questions about it, so she accepted my answer.

"And Daddy's procedure made you even prettier, my little angel," Lori said, planting a kiss on our daughter's cheek. "Can you say 'I'm a dirty whore' for Mommy?" Zoey raised a brow and I was certain that she was going to ask Lori exactly what the phrase meant, but instead she just spat it out.

"I'm a dirty whore," she smiled naively. Lori lifted her off the operation table and the discomfort in Zoey's little pussy was instant. "Ow," she whined and clutching at her lower abdomen.

"Well, what do you expect?" I thought to myself. "Daddy dearest was banging the shit out of you."