I dropped my shorts and climbed down into the hot tub. If there was ever a day I needed to soak, and think, this was it. A girl with potential to be the hottest little cunt who ever flaunted her skinny ass through porn had me over a fucking barrel with a dildo up my bung.

In less than two weeks I had lost Cherry Rodriguez to the competition, lost Lolita Lust to sabotage, and now Chrissy Sweet wanted to hang my balls over her living room fireplace.

Why the fuck hadn't I gone into granny porn? Those old bags are so happy to be working they don't have time to stab you in the back! All they want to know is, which hole do they take it in next, and where are you gonna shoot your load?

Sure, granny porn wouldn't have bought me a $12 million dollar house in the Canyon -- it wouldn't even have covered the downpayment on the hot tub, for that matter -- but I wouldn't have an ambitious starlet trying to take my company away from me.

I thought about Kutcher, from 'May-December', the '85 Rabbit he drives, the shithole trailer in Encino where he lives, and that crew of old hags who work for his company and would eat shit to stay in the biz. He seemed to me at that moment like the luckiest guy on the face of the earth.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" Madison chirped, leaning over the lip of the tub. "You look sad."

"Daddy is sad," I told her. "Something not very nice happened at the office. But I don't bring work home with me, so we won't talk about that."

Maddy climbed up onto the deck. She looked really cute in her little sun suit. "Can I get in with you, Daddy?" she asked. She loves the tub but she's not allowed to use it unless me or Karen is already there.

I nodded. She peeled out of her clothes, turned to soak up a bit of the late afternoon sunshine, then stepped down into the bubbly water. "Tickles," she giggled, getting her foot wet.

She's even cuter than her mom was at the same age, I thought. Long dark hair, beautiful dark eyes, slender body not yet touched by the aging process. If I'd seen her on the street, I'd have handed my card to her mom and invited her over to the studio for a screen test. That's how lovely she is. As pretty as any starlet in the biz, and I'm not just a proud daddy when I say that.

Madison stepped down into the water. It came up to her neck. That's why she can't use the tub unless there's supervision. She splashed a little, throwing water in my face and giggling when she did, and I splashed her back. She dog-paddled over to me.

"Don't be sad, Daddy," she said, very solemnly, and then she kissed me. Her lips lingered on my mouth and she pressed her flat chest against mine.

That night that she'd come into the bedroom with me and Karen had seemed to satisfy her curiosity. She'd watched us fuck a couple more times since then but she hadn't made any effort to participate, and that was just fine. You should always let your kids discover the facts of life at their own speed.

But right now Madison seemed to be entering back into the experimental mode she'd displayed that night. Her mouth kept on kissing me. Under the water, she had her leg between my thighs, her calf rubbing insistently along the softness of my cock.

Softness? It wasn't quite so soft, the more she rubbed it. I could feel myself growing. I got the distinct feeling that she might want a few more daddy sex-ed lessons. Well, if that was what she wanted -- there's nothing I would not do for my kid!

I stroked up and down her back, my hands moving onto her skinny little butt. She nuzzled more closely. By now my cock was standing up. Hey, it's a cock! It gets hard when somebody plays with it. That's what it's supposed to do.

Under the water, Madison reached down to clutch my dick. "This is like it was the other night," she sighed, folding her little fingers around it. They just barely came together holding me. She squeezed, then stroked. The water rippled on top as her hand worked below the surface.

"Have you been watching 'Friends' again?" I scolded gently. "You know that's a 'TVPG' show and you're only supposed to watch 'Y7'." Her lips were fluttering along mine. I moved my tongue between them. She murmured as it entered her mouth, and sucked on my tongue.

"I like that," Madison giggled. "It feels like it did when you let me put your thing in my mouth. Can I do that again, Daddy?"

"Oh, I suppose so, but the water's too deep. We'll have to sit up on the side. C'mon, honey, upsy-daisy," and I lifted her up out of the water and sat her down on the edge of the tub. I came up out as well, with my dick erect. She giggled again at the sight of it, though she must have known it was stiff when she was playing with it in the water.

She leaned back, her skinny legs parted and the clean neat crack of her cunt showing, slightly pink where the spread of her legs made its lips separate. It looked too cute not to kiss, so I leaned in between her thighs and put my lips on it. I made a big "mmmm" sound as I kissed her pussy, and that made her squeal and giggle in glee. The chlorine taste of the water was strong at first, but as I continued to kiss her cunt, using my tongue up and down in the tight crack, I could taste the real Madison, her juice coming through the chemicals.

Very delicately I pushed her bud-like labes apart and inserted my tongue between them. Her clitoris was tiny but already coming to life. I grazed it with my tongue, then kissed it directly, then pursed my lips around it and sucked gently. Madison took my other hand and brought it to her mouth so she could suck my fingers. She bunched my index and middle together and eased them inside, holding my wrist to slide them in and out as she suckled.

The other day, she'd been more cute than erotic taking her first stabs at sucking my dick, but now as she worked on my fingers, I could feel a distinct -- an almost amazing -- degree of improvement. Rachel Sunshine is about that good, but she's been working for months, and this was only Maddy's second effort.

It's my profession. I just couldn't help making the comparison. That's all it was.

I spread Madison's pussy a little wider and worked more of my tongue into it. She was slick and wet inside, and not just because she'd been in the hot tub. I slid my tongue an inch or two up her, thrusting with it, and her little body pumped back at me while she sucked sooo hard on my fingers it was as if she wanted to siphon them off my hand.

I drew back with my tongue and sloshed around on her clitoris, which had gotten perceptibly bigger. She was all twisty and wiggly now, alternately pulling herself away from me and then shoving her cunt back into my face. In her excitement she bit my finger, hard enough to make me yelp.

"Oh, Daddy," she said in a trembly voice, "did I hurt you?"

"Of course not, honey. Am I hurting you?"

Maddy giggled. "Unh-uh, Daddy, you're making my little pussy feel really good!"

I cupped her pussy and moved upward. She rolled against me and kissed me some more, no doubt trying some other moves she'd seen on those damn TV sitcoms. In a way it was funny -- little girl trying to act like big girl -- but at the same time, it was heartbreakingly sexy. I drew her tongue into my mouth and suckled it while we brushed our lips together and my hand kept on squeezing her little pussy. My cock was still rigid and it kept bumping her flat tummy.

Releasing her tongue, I bent down and slathered my tongue across her chest. She shivered palpably as I licked over the tips of her nipples, which were already erect. "That feels good, too," she whispered.

I licked them some more. As gently as I could, I pooched the smooth flesh together and made a sort of titty there on her chest, which I drew into my mouth and suckled. Madison trilled and clutched at my head. "That really feels good, Daddy!"

"Someday, when your titties get bigger, a lot of guys will suck on them, Maddy; hundreds of guys" I told her.

"How big will they get Daddy?" she asked.

I thought of her mom's bee-sting breasts. Genetically, she wasn't predisposed to large growth.

"Big enough to be the most suckable titties anywhere," I promised her diplomatically. She smiled and ran her fingers through my hair, lingering on the bald spot at the crown. It's just a small bald spot, and I think it adds distinction.

"You know what would make Daddy feel good?" I asked, my fingers curling through her dark hair. Her eyes enlarged. In the sun they were a deep violet, like a young Liz Taylor. My God, I thought, she's gorgeous!

Madison nodded, and without being coached any further, she took my cock in both hands and leaned down to suck the knob. Her hands were so small it took both of them to hold my trembling rod steady, but it paid off when her mouth opened and she took the whole head of my cock inside, working her tongue on it like a little pro.

She was a lot more confident than she'd been that first time. Her eyes were on me all the time she sucked my bulb, and I met her gaze with a smile of approval. That seemed to brighten her expression even more, and she slipped my cock deeper into her sucking mouth.

Not perfect by any means, but so, so, so much promise! I put my hand on the top of her head and forced her face downward, regretting it as soon as the action was taken. Goddamn it, Ray! I told myself. This isn't some bimbo starlet who's looking for a gold-ring grab on the merry-go-round of porn fame -- this is your fucking daughter! I relaxed my hand, felt the gratified "Ngggggh" around my cock, and just let Madison work my dick at her own speed.

She kept jacking me while she sucked, sometimes nudging my balls a little roughly, but her heart was good and her mouth was wet. I closed my eyes and relished it, then looked back down to show her that she was doing just fine. I suspected she'd been practicing some more on that cock-shaped dildo of Karen's, and it was definitely paying off.

"Punkin," I said, twirling a strand of her dark hair around my finger, "Daddy's about to shoot cum in your mouth. Remember when I did that the other night?"

She said "Mmmhmmm" without ever letting up on her suck action. Her eyes sparkled. Definitely violet, like a ripe Beaujolais, freshly decanted. Her mouth worked up and down, repeatedly frictioning the enlarged bulb of my cock with her lips and teeth, her tongue busy inside, and the hot wet siphoning just seemed to draw the semen upward from my bulging nuts.

It burst into her mouth and she squealed at the sudden force and volume of my cum-squirt. Her lips slackened, and a big gob of sperm flowed outward, down the length of my shaft. She tightened up again and let the rest of it gush across her tongue. I could feel her gulping as she swallowed the explosion, and she kept on sucking, all the while. My hips swiveled, thrusting into her but resisting the urge to ram it all down her fucking throat. She wasn't her mom Karen, for Chrissakes!

Gasping for air, gurgling a mouth full of my fuck cream, Maddy raised her lips off my cock. She slid her hand up the shaft and a last bubble appeared in the slit at my apex. Her tongue, already painted white with sticky cream, lapped out greedily and caught it like a frog licking out for a careless fly. She held me tightly in both hands and raised her face for a kiss.

We rolled around on the ledge beside the tub, her little skinny legs wrapped around me. She just couldn't seem to get enough kissing. I wasn't crazy about tasting my cum in her mouth but she was my kid and I would make any sacrifice for her. Anyway, if eating my cum was fatal, the Valley would be full of hundreds of dead preteen starlets by this time.

My dick softened a little but then Madison started rubbing herself against it while she twined around me, and the touch of her hairless, perfect young pussy caused the kind of reaction it would in any normal daddy. Blood rushed back into my cock and it began to lurch its way into a fresh boner state. Maddy squirmed, feeling me get hard, and she kept on grinding her taut little cunt all over my stiffening fuck stick.

"Let Daddy sit up," I suggested, and I backed up against the wall. My rod thrust upward, once again fully erect. "Now you just sit on Daddy's lap." She nodded eagerly and settled downward, her back to my chest. We snuggled. My prick was standing upright between her skinny thighs. I touched them, moved them closer together around my dick.

She got the message. "Oooh, I can feel how big and hard you are, Daddy!" Squirming, she started instinctively pressuring my prick with her thigh flesh. I scooted her gently, until the length of my cock was square against her slit. Then I began to hump myself up and down, so that my cock frotted directly on her budding young cunt.

"Mmmmmmm, Daddy," Madison purred, "that really feels nice!" She was straining to meet me, obviously loving the friction where our sexual parts rubbed together. Her thighs flexed, squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Our bodies fell into rhythm. She slid her fingertip back and forth across the upstanding knob of my dick, leaned to kiss me again, over her shoulder.

"Isn't this what you and Rachel Sunshine were doing in that movie?" she asked innocently. I frowned. She knows that the DVDs in Daddy's cabinet are off-limits and strictly for grownups, but obviously she'd been sneaking a peek at them.

Well, it was like a scene in Rachel's screen test tape. She was just too tight for anything bigger than a finger insertion, so I spent a while frotting her in this same position. Variety called it "Excruciatingly erotic, far more tantalizing than the standard oral, vaginal, anal preteen cock workout. The slow and authentic arousal of starlet Sunshine through gentle but insistent external pussy friction lays the groundwork for an eventual, and a truly sizzling, insertion. Sunshine is a real find and this session solidifies producer Conklin's status as the unquestionable top helmer in the industry."

And she must have watched it pretty closely, because she was copying Rachel's moves right down to the semi-colons. Her body grew warmer and warmer atop me. My hands caressed her little nipples as they grew harder and harder. I could feel her baby-button clitoris stroking the length of my cock as it moved up and down between her clutching thighs. The slit of her pussy was dripping wet, the juices bathing my cock as her cunt lips kissed it.

"Are you gonna fuck me this time, Daddy?" she asked excitedly. "Am I big enough now? Mommy said you would fuck me, when I got bigger..."

"I don't think so, Punkin. At least, not today. Don't you want to wait till Mommy's home and we can all be together, and Mommy can watch me fuck you?"

"But I wanna get fucked!" Madison chanted, clenching her thighs around my dick, so tight it made me want to squirt on the spot. "I wanna get fucked!! I wanna get fucked!!!" Her voice became shriller and louder.

"Somebody here may have to go on Ritalin," a soft amused voice said from not very far away. It was Karen, of course, back from shopping. "Did you guys start without Mommy?" she chided. She kicked off her shoes and climbed up onto the hot tub platform, then sat down on the ledge beside us, dangling her feet into the water.

"I wanna get fucked!" Madison repeated, not as shrill but just as insistent. "I want to fuck with Daddy!"

"You do? Well, go ahead, then," Karen conceded.

"Here?" I asked. "I always thought when we did it, it would be on satin sheets, with some music and a lot of candles..."

"Now who's watching too many 'Lifetime' movies?" Karen laughed. "Honey, tell Daddy what Mommy caught you doing the other day. With her vibrator."

"I was just playing," Madison said, frowning. I looked at Karen.

"She had the dildo all the way up her pussy," Karen smiled. "I don't think it was the first time, either. And she kept saying, 'Oh,Daddy, fuck me Daddy, just like you fuck Mommy!'"

"Did you really do that, Maddy?" I wondered, testing her body heat with my fingers. My cock jabbed between her clutching thighs. OK, the image had turned me on. A little. It's perfectly legal to be turned on by your daughter. Ever since the 7-2 overturn in Jolie vs Voight, it's been the law of the land.

"Well, I watched you fucking Mommy, and I wanted to do it too, but Mommy said I wasn't ready, but I thought I was, and so I just tried it..."

Elementary child psychology. When she THINKS she's ready for it, she IS ready. Obviously Karen and I had been underestimating our little daughter.

"Stand up, Punkin," I said, lifting Madison off her thigh-clench on my prick. She seemed reluctant to let go, so I gave her a little swat on the butt, and then she stood. I pointed to my hard cock. "You think you're ready for this, Maddy?" She looked at it and nodded vigorously, so excited she was jumping up and down.

"Straddle Daddy," Karen suggested. "Then just lower yourself down till you feel his big thing. Oh, that's good, Maddy! Yes, kiss it a little with your wet pussy. Tease him. Mmmmmmm, yeah, make him want to fuck it."

I'll be the first to admit that I DID want to fuck it.

Sure, I fuck preteen cunts five days a week on the job. It's what puts bread on our table and a Lambo in the driveway. It's what pays for this house and this hot tub and the plasma screen HDTV's and the maid and the gardeners and Maddy's private school tuition. Sometimes it's even good fucking -- well, it's almost always good fucking -- but first and foremost it's a job.

Some guys unload container ships bringing goods from China that used to be made in the USA. Some guys leverage deals to have more of that stuff made in China. Some guys stand behind a counter saying "You want fries with that?" Those are jobs, too. Mine just happens to be fucking cute little girls in front of a camera and selling the results to a world that can never get enough hardcore kiddy porn.

Right now, with my rock-hard cock being caressed repeatedly by little kissing swishes of Maddy's slick tight pussymouth, it really didn't feel like a job. Because it wasn't. I DID want to fuck it, and I don't think it was entirely just so I could teach my daughter the facts of life the way God meant for them to be learned -- with Mommy and Daddy, not on the street from strangers with twisted minds and sick ideas.

The thought of getting my cock into my tiny daughter set the blood bubbling in my veins, not least because she seemed to want it so much, but I think I may have wanted it even more. I wanted to fuck her, and hard!

Smooching wetly on my cock, the lips of her pussy felt like Karen's, the first time I'd played with it. Just as bald, just as wet, just as tight. Sometimes I think I fell in love with Karen the day I fucked her for the first PT Auditions tape, all those years ago.

And now here I was with Madison. How could the years have added up so fucking fast? But my wife and I had created a magical little being and now I was about to find out exactly how good a job we'd done.

Karen reached underneath to help. Her fingers spread Maddy's snug pussy crack, opening it until our little daughter said "Oh!" in a surprised voice. With her other hand, Karen moved the tip of my cock between those little pink labes and into the sweet wet tightness they had opened to reveal. I felt myself going inside -- just a little, but just enough!

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Maddy repeated, even more surprised. She trembled, an inch of my cock inside her. Karen grabbed her shoulders and held on for support. "It doesn't feel like the DILDO," Madison breathed. "Feels BETTER than any of Mommy's dildos." The little minx! Karen gasped, then giggled, just like the little girl she used to be in PTHC videos.

I put my hands on her waist and moved upward, gently but firmly, sliding my cock into her a fraction at a time, always moving up, however. I was so hard my cock ached, and she was so tight it was all I could do to get inside her. Her pussy was so tight it fit me like that glove fit O.J.

But the further I went into her, the more clear it was that the dildos had preceded me, just like Karen said. She was tight but she was pre-popped. I sighed, perhaps a little disappointed that her hymen was not intact. At least she hadn't thrown it away on some low-life off the streets or the playgrounds.

"Ooohh, Daddy," Madison exhaled, all but an inch of my cock up her pussy. There was no way to put any more of it inside her. She was bug-eyed, breathing out frothy drool, and her eyes just kept rolling over in their sockets. If Karen hadn't been there holding her, I think Maddy might have fallen over.

She was too tight to fuck properly. All I could really do was help Karen hold her upright and just bathe my cock in the excruciatingly snug wetness of her pussy. I moved in shallow, half-inch thrusts. The friction was nearly unbearable. My balls were the size of watermelons. They clanged like gongs every time they slapped together inside the sac. My cock worked slowly, with tremendous effort, like a Hummer trying to get out of a ten-foot mudhole.

Karen reached around to touch Maddy's clitoris. The excitement surged within the little girl and her pussy was so wet it was as if she was pissing down my cock. Maybe she was. Even with all the lube I could barely move inside her, but I tried to make the most of each shallow push, each ebbing retraction, each fresh short stroke up her sweet little cunt.

Madison squealed without warning and broke into something like an epileptic seizure. I watched in awed wonder as she experienced her very first real orgasm. It's the kind of thing a father lives for. Karen kept on rubbing our daughter's clit, and I struggled with the rippled excitement of her churning pussy.

Suddenly my cock began to unload inside Maddy. My ejaculation seemed to have no end. Inside my ball sac was pure agony, overstrained 'nads bursting their contents into the hot, tight, excited glove that held my dick a willing prisoner.

I wasn't worried about cream-pieing her. I'm tested every week, just like everyone else in the biz, and I have a totally clean bill of health. And of course there was no way she could get pregnant. It was just a sweet, clean mutual release. I shuddered as my cock unloaded and her snug little pussy filled and then overflowed with the first jizzing of my daughter's life.

There was no doubt, seeing the way she had orgasmed, that I was not gonna be the last guy to know the sweetness of popping within her tight cunt. I made a mental note to start buying condoms for her. Not everybody she might fuck will be as clean and safe as her Daddy.

Karen hugged us both as Maddy and I shared our ectsasy, and I could tell from the trembling of her body that Karen was coming too. Call me old-fashioned, but that's the kind of family togetherness you can't buy in a store. For a sweet moment I thought of Lewis Stone and Mickey Rooney of the 'Andy Hardy' series.

Afterward, Maddy lay down on the hot tub ledge to take a nap. She'd really had a workout, and they tire so easily at that age. She lay on her side, sucking her thumb, snoring softly, while her pussy continued to leak out the surplus of my cumload. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, and the entire pretty picture was on display. Karen snuggled against me, toying with my wet sticky cock, and she just beamed as she looked at our daughter's freshly-fucked bright pink pussy.

We talked softly, so as not to wake up Maddy, and I told her about the day's events -- how Chrissy had fucked up Lolita Lust, then saved the day, then rammed it up my own ass. She knew the biz and none of it surprised her, not even the K-Y crazy glue gag.

"The little cunt," she said. "But it's probably her mother behind it all. The mothers are always the worst. I should know."

True enough. Her own mom had been a lot like Lolita's mother Janine, though she was not nearly as good a fuck as Chrissy's mom turned out to be. And definitely not as crafty as either -- she was just a pain in the ass to deal with. We hadn't seen her in years. She was living in a trailer somewhere in Utah -- endangering the state's supply of cheap gin, I had no doubt. We sent her a check every month but there was a restraining order that prevented her from setting foot in California again. Ever.

"I really think it's more Chrissy. Pam seemed just as surprised to hear about it as I was."

"Ray, they're both in on it," Karen insisted. "You're defending Pam because you got to fuck her. You fall in love with everybody you fuck. And sometimes you let people take advantage of you because of it. You're just too good a person, Ray. You don't realize what shits most people can be if you give them half a chance."

I suppose she was right. Maybe I am a hopeless romantic. It's still hard for me to believe that somebody can fuck you like a teenage wet dream, then turn around and shove it up your ass. If the truth was to be known, Pam probably had helped Chrissy with the Krazy Glue substitution gag. I'm so used to seeing only the good in people that I just didn't want to believe it. But I had no choice.

And what else might the two of them come up with when they were effectively my business partners at PTHC? Maybe I should hire a bodyguard for myself. What were the prospects they could even have me assassinated? Last week I'd have said not a chance in hell. This week -- who knows?

There seemed no doubt whatever that I would end up giving them a piece of the company I had built with my bare hands and dick, or else lose the hottest new porn queen in years and see the company go straight down the crapper. I sighed. Scylla and Charybdis. I was fucked whichever way the tides drew me.

"Isn't she sweet like that?" Karen said, nodding at our little Maddy, who sucked her thumb in the sleep of the blessed. Starchy patches of cum showed on the insides of her thighs but the trickle from her pussy had ceased, though the hairless cunt lips were still flushed and swollen.

"She's beautiful, yummy," I agreed. "All the time. Just like her mother." I kissed my wife softly. "And almost as good a fuck as you were at her age, too. By the time she's twelve, she'll have left a trail of broken hearts, but happy cocks that could stretch from here to Phoenix."

Karen cupped my chin and looked intently at me, her brown eyes almost afire. "You're gonna think this is totally crazy," she told me, "but why couldn't our Maddy be your new pre-teen kiddy porn star?"

I lifted my eyebrows. "Totally crazy" was a pretty good description of my reaction to what she'd just said. It was nutty.

"I'm serious, Ray," she went on. "She loves to fuck -- you just experienced that -- and she's really good at it, and she's as adorable as a Labrador puppy."

"Like a Cabbage Patch Doll," I agreed, "but with feelings..."

Karen nodded. "Exactly. Every guy who watches her on screen will fall in love with that darling little face, and dream of shooting a load of cum all over it. She has personality, too. Every cock that fucks her will be hers forever. She's so cute and sassy, even the way she says 'dildo', and 'fuck me.' Adorable! That can be part of her scripts."

You know, I thought, it's a crazy idea, but it just might work. I should call Schumann, get him busy on a script. We could shoot it over the weekend. By Monday afternoon editing a work print, we'd already know where we stood.

Sure, I'm prejudiced, but she was easily as pretty as Chrissy, though in a completely different way. Those violet Liz Taylor eyes, for one thing. Maybe we'd darken her hair, to play up the resemblance even more.

There hasn't been a sultry Anglo brunette lead in the kiddy porn fuck & suck biz for a while -- just those Mexican girls that you can't tell apart except for their tattoos -- and it's possible the audience is starting to get tired of 'all blondes, all the time.' A change might be just the ticket.

"Well, she definitely gets MY cock hard. But do you think she'd even want to do it?"

Karen shook her head, smiling as if to say, "Lord, what fools these mortals be!"

I saw her point. "Most of the money would go into her Harvard trust fund, of course."

"Of course," Karen agreed. "That's a no-brainer. But there'll be some left over for her to spend foolishly. You're only a little kid once, and you really should make the most of it. Preferably with money to blow, not to mention all the great sucking and fucking with some of the biggest and hardest cocks in the business! What little 7-year-old girl wouldn't want that, Ray?"

It made sense. When did Karen not make sense? Sometimes I get so caught up in the artistic end of the biz that I can't see the nuts and bolts reality. You could say that I'm a dreamer, though I hope I'm not the only one. But thank God I have someone who can help me keep my feet on the ground while my head is in the stars (and my dick's in the pre-teen pussy).

I rolled Karen over and kissed my way down her spine, to the dolphin tat on her tailbone. "We'll get her one of these," I said, licking across the long body of the marine mammal. "Just like Mommy's."

My tongue moved south, into her butt crack, onto her asshole -- still surprisingly tight after all these years of fucking it. Tasted good, too. I knew exactly what Mommy and Daddy would be up to in a little while.

Suddenly my head jerked upward, a gasp on my lips. Karen looked across her shoulder, eyebrows lifted, as if I'd missed my cue and she was waiting for me to say my line.

"Holy shit, I'm missing the obvious! Where is my goddamned mind? She's the daughter of fucking 'Pollyanna Petite', for Christ's sake! The next best thing to having the ultimate porn goddess herself make a comeback! There's never been a second generation pre-teen star before. And this one is the daughter of the queen herself. Oh my sweet Jesus -- those DVDs will walk out of the store by themselves!"

"I wondered how long it would take you to catch up on that angle," Karen smirked, yanking a little on my cock.

"We'll remake 'Little Miss Table Stakes' -- the one where the daddy bets his daughter in a poker game with all of his friends. It was one of your best. We can get the original cast, Ron Jeremy, Randy West, Herschel Savage, F M Bradley and all the other guys back together for it. What a debut that would be for Maddy's sweet little mouth, cunt and ass! The boys will all have to wear rubbers, though."

"Yes, definitely with rubbers," Karen agreed. "And a soap wrangler for Ron." Yeah. Right, as always. "That was a really good movie, hon, and a sequel would be killer. And I know she can handle all the cocks, if you work with her; break her in a bit. But do you think she can handle all the dialogue?"

"Your daughter? She can handle anything. Perfect fucking genes. But we still need a screen name. Not Pollyanna. Something new ... special..."

"You'll think of one," Karen purred, stretching her fingers as my cock began to grow inside them.

Maybe it was the way she pulled my meat, or maybe it was just the excitement of knowing that I could still save my business from the rapacious cunts who were trying to fuck my ass. My prick surged with new life, filling Karen's small hand, and I covered her eager mouth with kisses while I moved my body between her open, welcoming legs.

"Thank you, darling," I whispered, slipping inside her pussy. "I think you've saved us. What would I ever do without you? Baby, you're the greatest!"

Staring into her eyes, filling her cunt with my cock, I knew that I had never loved Karen in my whole life as much as I did at that very moment.

Madison sat up, yawning, stretching, rubbing her eyes. I guess we must have been making a little bit of noise. She looked at us, blinking until her eyes cleared, and she giggled. "You're fucking Mommy again. But I wanted you to read me my story." Her mouth curled downward into a pout.

Hell, I'd read it so many times I knew it by heart. As my cock continued to swivel in and out of Karen's cunt, and without missing a stroke, I began, "Once upon a time, in a kingdom far across the sea, at the back of the North Wind, there lived a beautiful little princess..."

Madison smiled, hearing the familiar words, and she began to suck contentedly on her thumb. My little princess. 'Princess'. How could I have missed that one? She was the daughter of the king and the queen of kiddy porn, after all! That's it! 'Princess Petite'.

'Princess Petite'. What a lovely, perfect name! Billed above the title, of course. You don't fuck around with royalty.

Karen would have to make a cameo -- handing the pre-teen fucking and sucking crown over to the next generation, so to speak. She and I would play the parents, just like in real life. I could talk Karen into doing an anal scene with me, too, even though she swore she was finished with the biz and totally committed to the mommy track. Karen's a trouper, too. She'll come through, ...as will her ass.

The nostalgic appeal alone should move 500,000 copies, and if the quality was there -- by God I'd see that it was! -- every previous sales record in the industry would be relegated to a footnote. In small print.

But just to be safe, I'd better get the lawyers busy preparing to sue Chrissy Sweet's skanky little ass over the first shooting date she missed. I would give her a Tuesday call. She wouldn't show up, of course, and then everything could get rolling.

We needed to stretch the litigation out as long as possible. Miles of depositions. Every medical test known to science. I didn't want a fast court date. I wanted this to run on for months and months.

Pressure. Constant pressure. 7/24/365. Who knows, Chrissy could flunk out of fourth grade and she might even pop into puberty a little early, under all that strain. It's happened before in the biz. Yeah. That was an appealing idea.

I had a handball date with Peter Bart on Wednesday. It wouldn't hurt to drop a hint that we had just gotten a tip Chrissy Sweet might actually be a twenty-one year-old midget and that we were cancelling all future shoots with her until the question was settled conclusively.

Not for attribution, of course, but it would make the Thursday issue. And even a blind item in Variety would put up a huge red flag to any bank that was thinking about lending money for her production company.

Banked? She had it right all along. Tanked was the prospect for Chrissy Sweet! A star at nine, a has-been before she was ten. She and her mom would be doing two-fer mother/daughter tricks in Vegas by the end of the year, while PTHC made entertainment history.

I'm not a vindictive guy, but it seemed like poetic justice to me. There really is a broken heart for every light on Broadway, and Chrissy Sweet was about to learn just how true that old showbiz saying can be.

Chrissy could have had it all. But she wanted it all, and she wanted it too fast. She tossed the dice, and she rolled snake eyes. Sure, I'd miss her, and I'd miss fucking her tight little cunt and ass, but I'd have missed my self-respect a lot more if I'd given in.

She should have been nicer to the people she met, going up the ladder, because she would be meeting them all again on her way back down.

Leonard Cohen used to say, "Everybody knows the game is over, everybody knows the good guys lost." Well, maybe just this once the good guys were gonna win.

I swiveled my ass, rotating my stiff dick inside Karen's cunt. She lifted her knees, pulled at my sides with them. Her little fingers stroked my shoulders, my chest. There were squishing sounds as I worked in and out of her wet pussy.

"Daddyyyy..." Madison whined. "You're not telling me my story!"

I groaned, thrust a few more times into Karen, and returned to the tale I knew by heart.

"And the magic frog told the little princess, 'There's only one way to save your father, the king, from the evil witch. You must be very brave.' 'Oh, yes,' the princess replied, 'I'll do anything.' 'Very well,' said the magic frog, 'first you must go to the place at the edge of the world where the dragons live.' 'Dragons?' the little princess whispered. 'I'm afraid of dragons...'"

"So am I," Madison said softly, the way she always does at that part of the story.

"'Dragons can only hurt you if you let them,' the magic frog told the princess. 'The question is really, do you want to save the king or not?' 'Oh, yes, I do,' the little princess said. 'And I'll do anything, no matter how much it frightens me.'"

There was a soft echo, Madison's voice repeating the familiar words of the legend, half a beat behind mine as I spoke them.

Now I knew exactly how this story would end -- the same way it always ends in a fairy tale. I smiled at Karen and said "Hon, go get a few of your dildos", and she grinned and nodded, knowingly.

I slowly pulled out of Karen's dripping wet cunt and rolled towards Madison. "Maddy," I said "We can finish the story later, but right now daddy needs to fuck you up your pretty little ass, 'Princess.'"

"Oh GOODY, I get to fuck some more too!" replied Madison as she positioned herself on her hands and widely spread knees and waggled her little butt at me. My cock was dripping with the juice of her mommy's freshly fucked cunt as I lined it up and drove my full length into Maddy's sweet little puckered virgin asshole. "Oh yes, fuck me Daddy. Fuck me really, really hard!" "Yes, Maddy," I answered, "really, really hard."

I knew that if this remake of 'Little Miss Table Stakes' was going to be a proper tribute to her mommy's performance in the original, we needed to recreate the epic final scene, and have little Madison doing double-anal with a third dick fucking her tiny tight cunt, a fourth cock in her sucking little mouth, while she's stroking two more big rigid rods; one in each little hand. Her Mommy had done six cocks all at once, and I had no doubt that Maddy could do it too. I had my work cut out, training my daughter for her debut, and there was no time to waste!

Yes Maddy, Daddy's going to fuck you a lot in the next few days, I thought to myself. And you're going to get your sweet little mouth, cunt and ass fucked by a lot of other hard cocks, too. I have big plans for you Madison, and I want to get you all the best cocks in the business.

"Only the best for my darling little daughter," I said as I thrust into her hard over-and-over, slam-fucking Madison in her tiny 7-year-old asshole, "only the very best for my Maddy."

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Epilogue:

Maddy didn't really need for me to finish the story. She knew it by heart, too. And as I had repeated the tale, I couldn't help thinking how much it reflected our own lives. Another brave little princess was about to save a handsome king from an evil blonde witch. "And they all lived and fucked happily ever after."

I couldn't have said it better myself.

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