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 Michelle and Katie - Special Story Monday 11 June 2007

   This is written at the special request of my very good friend Frank.

   Here is the task he set us for the weekend -- I want both you and Katie
to describe in detail your wildest, most wanton fantasy.  What makes you
really wet?  So wet, that only a slight touch takes you over the orgasmic
brink.  This will be a secret shared among the three of us, so don't be
bashful.  Discuss it, but in a competitive way, because I want both of you
to know intimately that much about one another.  If you already have this
knowledge, then, I want you both to be creative and tell me a new and
different fantasy -- something that may have been subliminal --that you
have not dared think of before...something so taboo you were afraid to
entertain it as a thought.  Remember, I find nothing repulsive, since I
firmly believe the mind is our most sensitive and pleasurable erogenous
zone.

   Since she is the youngest, I will let you read Katie's special fantasy
first, in her own words.  Something that really turns me on, and I mean
seriously, is to be a fashion model in one of those new season events where
all the latest designs are shown for the first time to a very select
audience, with the fashion press reporting on it.  All of the clothes are
totally impractical, except for wearing to special parties by the
celebrities who want to make some kind of a wild statement, or just for
their shock value.  I'm with half a dozen other models on a catwalk, but
they are all skinny beanpoles with their bones sticking out, you know the
sort the media uses, whereas I'm a beautifully proportioned young girl. 
Every outfit we've demonstrated so far has been either nearly see through,
fitted very loosely so the audience could see beneath the garment, or else
so tight as to reveal even my goose bumps.  When I walk out for my fourth
parade along the runway there is a change in the audience somehow, though
it's difficult to see with the floodlights, but I can hear them passing
comments about my tits as they jiggle beneath my blouse.  Then as I turn at
the end of the runway the split skirt flows out backward to reveal my
panties, which I realize have no crotch in them, so the audience can now
see my bare cunny.  Not only can they see my bare flesh, but it is totally
bare, freshly shaved to a hairless split peach when I first arrived in the
changing room.  You see this is my first modeling job for this designer,
who is utterly camp, and when he saw me getting undressed before the first
change, he insisted that my bush would ruin the look of his wonderful
creations, and should therefore be removed.  Since it is required for this
job, and on occasion I shave it myself anyway, I agreed to shave it,
intending to go into the restroom to perform this rather intimate task.  To
my surprise, he snapped his fingers, and three of the young male dressers
grabbed me, spread me across a bench and proceed to shave my cunny with
everyone watching.  When I was completely smooth they poured baby oil onto
my soft mound, massaging it into my delicate skin, with numerous side trips
along my slit as well.  When they had finished, I was let up, and no-one
took any notice, as if this had been all part of the routine chaos of
backstage, and I was just another little setback to be dealt with as
quickly as possible.  I must admit that my smooth flesh felt deliciously
sexy, every touch of each new outfit adding to my stimulation, especially
as I was fitted with a new and different pair of panties each time. 
Somehow, showing my bald slit didn't seem too important anymore, and I
twirled several more times on the way back, each round of applause from my
audience sending shivers through my young body.  When I reached backstage,
I was seriously turned on, and could feel my cunny lips sliding wetly
against each other.  I stood on my "Spot" while the dressers removed every
stitch of my clothes, allowing them to move my limbs about as they saw fit,
but now the slightest touch to my bare skin was electrifying.  The head
dresser decided that I needed a hair and makeup change for the next outfit,
and still naked, I was quickly lead over to the dressing table, naturally
enough by the woman gripping my erect nipple to pull me along behind her.
There were several others being re-done, and as one of them rose up I
noticed that the seat had a dildo protruding from it, so when I was led
over to the very same position I objected to sitting on it.  I was told not
to be so silly, all of the models had to be held in position like this, and
a pair of hands took my hips, and pushed me down into a sitting position.
Just a quick, skilled twist of my waist positioned the shaft against my
already wet hole, and I slid down like butter.  The firm pink rubber penis
was larger than my own, and it filled me painfully, but through my
excitement I hardly noticed any of the discomfort.  My hair was pinned up
while my cheeks were blushed, my lipstick was applied quickly and expertly
to my relaxed mouth, but then also to my erect nipples, leaving them bright
red.  Quickly I was lifted from my seat, the dildo slurping noisily as it
was dragged from my tight love tunnel, pulling at the delicate walls, but I
had no time to savor the feelings as another dress was fitted to me.  I was
stood by the curtain with the stage director psyching me up to be
beautiful, to be sexy, flaunt my body, show off my dress, to make them want
my body.  With a sharp pinch on my butt, I was handed out onto the catwalk,
strutting like I owned the place, my cunny buzzing with pleasure, and now I
could see that the audience loved me.  The women had their skirts drawn up,
hands between their thighs, or inside their bodice, squeezing firm titties,
and I extended my shoulder so they could see my pert red nipples under my
dress.  Further down along the walkway two men had removed their pricks
from the confines of their elegant dress trousers, and were openly stroking
huge erections as they studied my nubile figure.  Turning at the end of the
catwalk, my senses heightened by passion, I realized that the raised post
we all used to pivot on was extremely phallic, though not an actual penis,
the form was there.  The head was small and tapered, but it widened
dramatically near by the base, and I lingered with my hand caressing it
till the next girl was almost upon me, before I retreated on the return
leg. Backstage I was stripped again, and taken to the dressing table for
makeup, but had to wait for a seat.  Meanwhile, my dresser slipped her hand
between my legs, sliding a stiff finger along my slit, and even deep into
my cunt.  She shook her head, telling me I was too wet, and would stain the
clothes, then called over one of the trainees, a young girl about 16 years
old.  Taking no notice of what happened, as I watched the head model
seating herself on the designer's lap, his huge prick stretching her tiny
bare pussy, it was a few moments before I realized what the trainee was
doing.  I had expected a tissue, or a warm washcloth would be used to clean
up my dripping vulva, and vaguely felt the warmth, but a sudden burst of
passion to my clit made me look down to see her knelt cleaning my juices
with her tongue.  Her hands gripped my butt as I jerked against her face,
and she pulled my cheeks apart to allow my dresser to rub a greased finger
across my asshole, then push it right inside, twisting the finger to spread
lubrication right round the inner lining.  When a seat became vacant at the
dressing table I was hurried forward, again by pulling at my solid teats,
but when I was seated this time, the phallus was embedded in my bottom,
painfully stretching my sphincter till I thought I would split wide open.
By the end of the night I was getting dizzy with all the sexual excitement,
in spite of the fact that I hadn't yet climaxed, always being taken off
somewhere else as the passion reached almost to a peak.  Both the designer
and the stage manager were thrilled with my performance, and the audience
were as well, they kept looking at all the orders being placed on a
computer screen, saying that I could win the competition if I kept on being
sexy.  While I had no idea what they were talking about, being sexy was
something I could do, and went at it with even more enthusiasm.  The final
parade had all the models dressed in the flimsiest of gowns, and as we
gathered at the end of the catwalk, the announcer told everyone that the
winner of most popular model for tonight's show was Katie.  Everyone
cheered as the designer took my hand and brought me forward for a bow,
making me twirl so my skirts few out to expose my naked cunny, as panties
hadn't been allowed for any of us this time.  Stood at the front, on full
display, I was shown proudly to my fans, being turned back and forth,
bowing and curtsying, then the designer came over and gave me a kiss, not
on the cheek, but fully on my lips.  A passionate embrace that included his
hand running over my bottom.  Then the lady announcer came on stage, and
gave me an even more fervent embrace, with her tongue going in my mouth,
and her hands fondling my lightly clad titties.  I was almost cumming from
all this stimulation, and hardly noticed the crowd calling out for the pole
to be given me.  I assumed this was the trophy for being best model, and
was surprised when the head model took my ankle, raising my foot up
sideways in a ballet split that must have been displaying my bare cunny to
everyone.  With the whole audience wild about me, cheering and shouting, I
began to notice as I was moved slightly sideways till my spread legs were
over the pivot post at the end of the catwalk.  The smooth metallic rod was
slipped between my lips, four inches of the narrow shaft entering my
dripping cunt as I was helplessly impaled on the stage.  My skirt was
pulled aside and pinned up so as not to hide the centre of my young girl's
cunny, stretched by even the top part of this post that I'd been turning on
so innocently all evening.  Slowly I was turned to face different sections
of the audience, the shaft twisting against my delicate walls, then the
head model leaned forward and told me to curtsey.  I dipped slightly,
forcing the metal pole deeper into my small tender hole, then a hand
reached over into my slit to rub my throbbing clit to greater heights of
passion.  I could feel my orgasm building after being so long denied
through the evening, each painful turn and curtsy pushing me nearer to the
brink of release.  Gradually I felt my legs weaken, the knees trembling as
new waves of erotic pleasure flashed through my clit, and I knew the would
soon give way and drop me o the floor.  Helpless to resist, I was now
turning and bobbing to everyone who wanted to see, till at last I could
stand no more stimulation.  Timed to perfection, my arm was grasped at each
side, raised up in a wave of appreciation, then swept down to a an
extremely deep curtsy, just as my legs finally gave way.  A scream of
intense passion left my throat as a massive climax swept right through
every fiber of my young body, drowning out the pain as I dropped down along
the widening shaft that was tearing out my precious virginity.  Only the
most slender of shafts had ever penetrated that most sacred passage,
protecting the barrier of my hymen that would be a precious gift to my
special lover.  Now I was being sacrificed on the alter of fame and
fashion, and I had no other care but my own fulfillment as I tried to lift
my weight so that I could drop once more onto that cruel stake.  Each deep
thrust renewed fresh waves of orgasm that set my hips shaking, driving the
heartless metal dildo deeper into my aching wet cunny.

   Well Frank, I hope you enjoy reading my secret fantasy, it's been
special to me during the last few years, and after talking with Mom over
the weekend I'm now privileged to share this with the both of you

   Hugs and kisses Katie

   *********************************************

   Well, here we go with my account, Frank, something that I have never
allowed to fully develop, but elements of it do surface now and again,
always with a most dramatic effect on me.  We are all at my Dad's house in
High Bridge for some holiday, such as Thanksgiving I think, and we're all
in the lounge chatting.  There are all four of us there, Dad and my
step-brother Robert, my daughter Katie, and myself, when somehow the
conversation gets steered round to sexual activity.  This had always been a
very taboo subject at home, but in my fantasy it all seems quite natural,
although I still have strong memories of the way everyone used to react
when I was a girl, and I'm desperately trying to reconcile them in my mind.
When Dad asks how my sex life is getting on now, I hear myself explain that
I masturbate quite a lot, and download porn from the internet when I need
it.  Dad smiles, nodding his head as he says how glad he is that I'm happy,
and I squeeze his hand in gratitude, but inside the back of my mind is a
nagging dread of something I can't quite grasp.  Robert turns to ask the
same thing of Katie, and she enthusiastically tells everyone about the new
dildo she bought last week, including how she tried it out in the shop,
much to everyone's delight.  I too praise my daughter's open honesty, and I
feel my pussy getting wet as she tells her Uncle Robert about sitting on
the dildo in her bedroom when she got home with it.  Both my Dad and Robert
have big bulges in their pants, which I notice they are stroking openly, as
they reminisce about how I always used to play with myself when I was a
young girl.  When Dad asks to take a look how much I've grown over the
years, I happily begin to undress, slowly unbuttoning my blouse, then
leaving it fully open to display my bra covered breasts while I remove my
short skirt.  As I strip down for my family, I hear Robert order his niece
to take off her clothes as well, so that they can compare the naked bodies
of their two favorite ladies.  When we are both undressed to our undies, we
are stood side by side, still half naked in front of my Dad and brother,
and strangely enough, everything is fine, as if it were the most natural
thing in the world.  While all my repressed anxieties are still there, my
most prominent feeling is one of rising sexual passion, and I can feel my
pussy juice flooding into my lace panties.  On command we both step
forward, and Dad begins to feel my breasts through my bra, caressing them
gently, while I can see Robert doing the same to Katie, and both of them
are showering us with compliments about how beautiful and sexy we are. 
Robert suggests we compare our breasts, and both bras are removed so that
our naked tit flesh can be examined thoroughly, Katie panting just as hard
as I am when her nipples are pulled gently.  The men want to check our
butts, and we are now turned by our hips to face away from them, our
panties pulled down, and the bottom cheeks meticulously fondled.  Next we
are bent over so that the central groove parts widely to expose two little
rosebuds which are gently lubricated, then penetrated by a strong male
finger.  Katie reaches over to hold my hand, looking at me with lust in her
eyes to match my own raging passions, then we moan in unison as our
assholes stretch to take a finger full depth.  After a short while we are
stood facing the men again, still with our panties below our butts, the
front edge just against the line of our pubic mound, but not for long as
Dad and Robert carefully lower each waistband to slowly expose a pair of
smooth shaven pussies, turning the panties inside out so that they reveal
gussets covered in thick girl juice.  "Still a wet little slut, my
darling," Dad says to me with a smile, and turning to Katie he continues,
"Your Mom always had wet panties, sweetheart, it was one of the things I
loved about her.  Even when she was freshly changed into clean underwear,
you only had to catch her nipples, and straight away she would flood her
panties." Knowing that my Dad approved of my wet pussy was a wonderful
thing to hear, and made me tingle deep inside my tummy.  Robert then
pointed out to Dad that his granddaughter also had a dripping wet cunny,
just like her Mom, and added how nice it was that both women were such hot
little foxes.  Pulling down our panties altogether, Dad and Robert now had
us totally naked, and we were made to pose for them in the most erotic
ways, spreading our thighs wide apart, offering up our titties for them to
suck our erect nipples, and being passed from one to the other for
inspection.  Finally we were told to kneel before them, then asked if we
would like to relieve the erections we had caused, to which we both said
yes, finally being allowed to unzip their pants, pull them down, and gaze
upon two large throbbing pricks just waiting to be caressed.  Katie's eyes
were wide open as she studied her Uncle Robert's cock, and she reached out
to wrap her hand round it, stroking it slowly, while I reached out to play
with my Dad's long hard prick.  I had wondered what this would be like for
so long, ever since those rare occasions when I saw him in the bathroom,
and now I was free to enjoy giving him the pleasure he deserved for taking
care of me for so many years.  After stroking him for a while, I leaned
forward, watching him smile at me as my mouth slid over the knob of his
manly shaft, playing my tongue across it before sliding its length deep
into my mouth.  Glancing sideways, I saw Katie watching me suck my Dad
while she played with my brother, then she too slipped her mouth over her
Uncle's cock, forcing her lips wide enough apart to take him inside as her
Mom was doing.  It felt wonderful to be together as a family, sharing sex
and love with each other without any regrets or recriminations, knowing
that we had so much enjoyment that we could give to these two wonderful
men. After twenty minutes of oral attention I could see both of them begin
to lift their hips, and feel my Dad's prick pulsing in my mouth, so I kept
my tongue working steadily along his shaft, holding back at times to make
him last.  When Robert began to thrust into Katie's mouth, I increased my
pressure, bringing Dad up to his climax just a few seconds behind Robert,
feeling the first jets of thick spunk flood in my mouth, holding it as I
heard Katie swallow.  Both my Dad and Robert then pushed our heads
backward, off their pulsing cocks as the rest of their climax was sprayed
across both of our faces in sticky white jets.  We knelt there covered in
cum, strands dripping from our chin onto our bare titties as Dad told me to
open my mouth.  Showing him that I still held his juice inside me, he told
me to share it with Katie, so I leaned over to give her a sticky kiss,
passing my Dad's spunk into my own daughter's mouth, then taking it back as
she pushed her Granddad's cum into her own Mom's mouth.  When we'd swapped
juices a few times, Dad had us both open our mouths while he and Robert
looked at the strands of sperm across our tongues, and the pools of thick
fluid behind our teeth, finally ordering his two girls to swallow it all
down into our tummies.  This is the ultimate acceptance of my sexual
drives, that I am loved enough to share this most intimate, and forbidden
of erotic acts with my closest family.  As Dad reaches out to my bare
pussy, slipping his fingers into my slit, his nail scraping the tip of my
erect clitoris, I explode in orgasm, staying on my knees in front of him
while spasms of violent pleasure ripple through my whole body.

   With gratitude to my very special friend Love Shelly