The Real Brady Bunch: Casting Couch a tribute by Will Somers, 2007 Codes: Mf, Mf, Mf, oral, piv, cons, parody, flash, lingerie The Brady kids are invited to Universe Records. Maybe they'll sing, too.

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The final whines of reverb died away from the rafters of the garage as the two girls applauded. The Brady boys were practicing for the Big Event: that very afternoon the kids were invited to visit Universe Records and maybe even cut a record. But only the boys were practicing since Marcia was at field hockey.

The boys practiced the chords starting the next song as Jan sorted through the sheet music. Cindy was sitting atop one of the big, amplified speakers, rocking back and forth as the boys played. It looked to Jan as if Cindy was straddling the leather handle, but it was hidden by the hem of her short skirt.

Jan did a double take and realized Cindy was sitting right up against a big, vibrating knob atop the speaker case. It would have looked perverted if she wasn't wearing panties.

Then Jan gazed across the garage at the poster she'd stuck up where she thought nobody would notice. Jack Blake in his trademark flannel shirt, rugged handsome face, and acoustic guitar. Sure, he played country western, and she'd get hooted every time she mentioned a CW singer. But everyone agreed he was dreamy looking. Maybe she could get a better poster when they visited Universe Records.

Marcia slammed the bedroom door as she pulled off the hockey uniform. She really needed a shower. She looked over towards the bathroom and saw the door ajar and the light on. It had to be one of her sisters. Well, maybe she can scare her out. At least the shower's not running. Marcia stopped short at the door. Shit.

Cindy obviously wasn't going anywhere. She was covered with nothing but a few touches of shaving cream. With light, cautious strokes she passed a safety razor over her pudenda. She looked up at Marcia. "I hafta be ready to visit the record producers."

"Close the door next time!" Marcia shouted as she stormed out.

Great. No shower. Jan's downstairs. Marcia pulled open her underwear drawer and sorted through the choices. No, no, no. Nothing really nice. She settled for lacy but worn bra and panty set.

The bedroom door slammed as Jan came in, hair wrapped in a towel. As she opened the closet she dropped her robe to reveal a lovely silk camisole and matching tap pants. Jan sighed as she pulled out the pantsuit she had to wear over them. "God, this is ugly," she grumbled.

"Where did you get THAT?" Marcia almost screamed. Jan turned, holding the pantsuit. "No, not that, the lingerie!"

"I bought it with my allowance."

"Bullshit. You can only afford cheap trash with _your_ allowance. That sleazy football player bought it, didn't he?"

Jan flushed. "Shut up, Marcia."

"I still don't see why Cindy gets to wear a sun dress when we have to wear these hideous outfits." Jan's voice was a bit too loud, especially since they were right outside the producer's office at Universe Records. Several people nearby looked up at the sound of Jan's voice.

Marcia gave her a look. "Jan, that sun dress would make you look even less mature than you're acting right now, so just forget it." Marsha lowered her voice again, this time to a whisper. "Anyway, it's in the script so you're as stuck as I am."

The secretary stepped forward to greet them. "Mr. Denny has it all arranged. He will speak to Miss Brady while the rest of you get a tour. The boys can set up their gear in Studio 6B."

Cindy looked up at the secretary and said, "That nice Mister Specter asked me to visit him. Should I do that right now?" The secretary nodded and sent her on her way, gazing at Cindy with a combination of shock and bemusement.

Jan stepped forward to take the role of "Miss Brady," only to be aced out by Marcia. She stamped her foot and turned, and her eyes fell on Jack Blake, walking through the office.

Great. What better time to be yelling at your sister than the moment your ultimate fantasy guy walks by. Jan would have been in tears if it hadn't been so public. Jack Blake looked over at her, his attention probably drawn by the commotion.

Even worse, now he was walking towards her. She wasn't sure if she should run for her life or just die right on the spot. Death seemed immanent.

"Say, aren't you Jan Brady?"

Great. He recognizes me. It must be the braces, the hideous clothing, or the glasses. Maybe it's my stringy hair. "Yes, I'm Jan."

"I'm Jack Blake. I do some recording here. Would you like to go somewhere for a soda?"

Cindy skipped into Mr. Specter's office, the hem of her short sun dress flying. Mr. Specter's practiced eye watched for a flash of her panties, and was surprised not to glimpse any. Little girls always wear panties. He mused to himself about the color she'd likely wear. Maybe he'd find out.

"Gee Mister Specter, you're awfully nice for an old guy. Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that!" Cindy looked up at the graying record producer with a little pout of apology. A strap of her sun dress slipped off her shoulder as she flounced on the couch.

"How old are you, Cindy?" Mr. Specter put a fatherly arm around her shoulder, straying a bit down to the band of smocking on front of her dress. She was starting to grow tits, but not too aggressively, he noticed.

"Old enough to be friends with a nice man like you! We're friends aren't we?" Cindy patted his knee. She snuggled against him on the couch, causing the ruffled hem her skirt to ride up her thighs.

"You have such pretty legs for a little girl. And such a lovely smile!" Mr. Specter beamed at the girl as she wiggled in appreciation. Then Cindy crossed her legs, leaving no doubt that she'd forgotten to wear panties.

Mr. Specter audibly gasped when his eyes fell on Cindy's hairless pussy.

Cindy looked up at him. "I look like a little girl all over. Is that okay?"

Mr. Specter looked back at her. "I don't look like a little boy anywhere. Is that okay?"

"Sure!" Cindy snuggled into his lap. Mr. Specter closed his eyes.

"They let me stay in here while I'm working on a record." Jack opened the door and led Jan inside.

It was okay, but not huge. No windows. There was the wardrobe, the inevitable makeup table, another table with chairs, and a couch. A separate door led to a private bathroom.

Jan eyed the open door of the wardrobe. Beautiful, expensive clothes. Even the simple things like his flannel shirts screamed of quality and high cost. "You know, I almost didn't recognize you without your flannel shirt."

"Should I put it on?" Jack cocked his eyebrow quizzically. Jan nodded, so Jack unbuttoned his shirt and moved over to the wardrobe. Jan watched his image in the mirror as he hung up one shirt and pulled out another.

"You're lucky to be able to wear such terrific clothes. We only wear trash that the producers buy at K-Mart. The only nice things we wear are things you can't see on camera."

"Same here. Believe it or not, I don't like flannel so much. So, what do you get to wear that's not seen but so pretty, anyway?"

"Okay, my turn." Jan moved toward the wardrobe and slipped off the top of her pantsuit, and placed it neatly on the hanger. "What do you think? Pretty enough to wear on the outside, isn't it?"

Jan stood before him wearing her simple, elegantly cut camisole in gray silk charmeuse. Her nipples had started to make small points beneath the soft fabric, and the points became more pronounced as she stood in front of Jack.

"Victoria's Secret, isn't it?" Jack stood. "I think I have the matching boxer shorts." Without further ado, his pants slid to the floor.

"Golly, Mister Denny, you really have a terrific office." Luke Denny's office was elegantly appointed but filled with gadgets. In one corner was a small TV camera with a tiny, blinking red light.

"Marcia, you have the most beautiful hair on television. Long, straight, with that light caramel color that drives guys wild. And you girls have lovely legs. Don't cover them up with those ugly pantsuits."

"But Mister Denny, we're required by contract to wear ugly clothes."

"Fine. Wear ugly miniskirts instead of ugly pants, okay? You don't have to do the little girl thing like Cindy, but you know what I mean. And another thing. I'm curious about you use your throat when you sing. I want to be sure you're doing the right thing. Could you come over here for a moment."

Marcia walked over to the couch while Luke threw a couple of pillows on the floor.

"Kneel down on those. Okay, now let me adjust the light a bit. Open your mouth." Luke ran his finger around her lips, touching the tips of her teeth. "Okay, now stick your tongue out slightly and try to hum middle C."

"Aaaaah!" Not musical, but the best she could do with Luke's finger in her mouth. Marcia felt a little tingle as he ran his finger over her tongue.

"You need to relax a little more." Luke massaged her temples. "Leave your tongue out and hum softly. Close your eyes." Marcia started humming "The Sound of Music."

Marcia felt his finger lying on her tongue again. She relaxed. The tingle it gave her felt really nice. His finger seemed unusually large, but she didn't open her eyes. Maybe it was his thumb.

"Roll your tongue around it." Marcia complied. That's a HUGE finger, she thought as she slid it deeper into her throat. That strangled a few notes, so she adjusted her rhythm to fit the melody. Mmmm, nice, she thought. The hills are alive hum hum hum hum hum hum.

"Uhhhn," muttered Luke. He glanced toward the camera. The red light continued to blink.

To suit Jan's wishes, Jack left on his flannel shirt. Both retained their Victoria's Secret underwear. Jack's fingers explored Jan's slender young body, caressing points of interest through her gray silk lingerie. Her nipples made two little points under the fabric that responded immediately to a light touch and tender pinches.

Jack coated a couple of fingers liberally with spit and spread her thighs. The loose folds of her silk tap pants soon revealed her puffy little pussy lips beneath the gray silk. His fingers lightly traced the folds of her pussy, caressing her clit as she moaned softly. Then slipped gently under the fabric to touch her intimate folds, and his fingers slid immediately into her tight, young tunnel, already wet with excitement.

Jan's breath came in low gasps as he probed her wet pussy. Her long, slender fingers ran against the growing bulge under his silk boxers. Even without her soft touch, the image of this girl's slender form writhing beneath the silky fabric of her lingerie, were enough to make any cock incredibly rigid.

Jan moaned quietly as Jack's fingers had the expected effect. The turned-on girl thrust her ass up against the inward plunge of Jack's finger, clearly yearning for more as she eagerly pulled and sucked his tongue with her lovely little mouth. Jack's finger moved in and out of Jan's beautiful little pussy, the warm, wet, elastic grip of her cunt lips pulling at his fingers.

Kneeling between her thighs, Jack moved the crotch of her tap panties well out of the way. Jack guided the tip of my cock down against the fragrant vee between her legs and ran his prick up and down her crack several times. The sides of his cock slipped back and forth the narrow cleft of her crotch, up under the silk fabric of her tap panties. Jan relished the delicious feel of his prick's velvety skin as he slowly pumped his hips through her fragrant valley.

Finally, Jack pushed in between the tangle of blond fuzz, and slipped into the young girl. With his cock head firmly wedged in place, Jack pressed forward with my hips, sinking more of his horny member into the lovely teenager's tight, wet pussy.

Jan was very wet. Feeling my cock penetrating her hot pleasure opening, thrust outwards against him, and Jack quickly slid up inside her. She thrust her ass up against his penetration and, together, they moved faster and harder, their bodies slapping together in a driving rhythm of sex. Both of them kept pressing forward until her warm thighs almost split against my crotch.

As they picked up the pace, Jan threw herself against him, impaling herself his my long, thick prick.

Finally, Jan cried out. Her head snapped back, her eyes tightly closed and her mouth open in an initially silent scream as she came hard, really hard.

"Ooooooh!" she whined, as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Through her waves of pleasure Jan could feel Jack squeezing himself deep inside her. He thrust a final time deep into her, his loins slapping against her smooth, young thighs. Jan wiggled her ass against his crotch as his orgasm hit, coaxing his climax from him, as if she was pulling the cum from his cock. Jack put his hands around Jan's slender waist and held her ass tightly against him, as his balls pumped and drained into the teenage girl's delightful pussy.

With a final groan of pleasure, Jack slowly stepped back, pulling his flaccid prick out of her. His cock hung out through the open fly of his boxers, sticky with Jan's sex juice and his own semen. Her own thighs were streaked with wetness. Jan arose slowly from the couch, and her tap panties slipped back, covering her lovely teenage pussy from view. The thin fabric clung a little to damp spots from their love juices.

"Where's Mr. Specter?" Greg looked up as Peter entered the studio. He had a funny grin on his face, and carried a videotape.

"Handcuffed to a couch in his office. Cindy says she lost the key. She gave me this videotape."

"Is Mr. Specter really mad? What's the videotape?"

"He doesn't seem to be. He's mostly apologizing to everyone. Well, as much as a zillionare record producer can do that." Peter tossed the tape to Greg. "The tape's some sort of demo Marcia did for Mr. Denny. I hope she didn't cut us out of some performance deal!"