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     Sunday was always a lazy day for Ellen Wilson.  She usually
managed to catch up on housework and spent some time with her
daughter Debbie.  But this Sunday was different because, for the
first time in ages, she had invited people over for dinner.
     Her friend Jane and Jane's husband Jim were coming over. 
Ellen had met Jim only once, and she had ended up sucking his cock
in the men's washroom at Jane's office building.  She had been so
embarrassed after that indiscretion that she'd avoided Jane for
months.  It had been Jane who had patched up the friendship.
     Thankful that there were no hard feelings, but admitting to
herself that she was still attracted to Jim, Ellen decided to risk
inviting them over.  She decided not to send Debbie to a
babysitter, because she concluded that having her little daughter
underfoot might keep her hormones under control.
     Jane and Jim arrived promptly at seven o'clock.  When they
walked through the door, Ellen almost gasped out loud: they both
looked fantastic.  But it made Ellen feel very underdressed.
     Jane was wearing a silk blouse and black linen skirt that came
to mid-thigh.  Her sheer black stockings made her legs look even
better than they normally did.  Jim was wearing a sportsjacket and
open-necked shirt, but he seemed to carry himself as if he was
wearing a tuxedo.
     As for Ellen, she was wearing a simple summer dress and
sandals.  She looked down at her legs and felt like they were
blotchy compared to the sleek perfection of Jane's.
     "You guys both look great," Ellen said.  "What can I get you?"
     "Scotch," they both answered.
     "Okay great.  Debbie, why don't you take Mr. and Mrs.
Calwell--Uncle Jim and Aunt Jane--into the living room."  Ellen
directed her daughter into the largest room in the apartment; Jim
and Jane followed.  "Make yourselves comfortable, I'll be right in
with the drinks."
     Jim whispered to Jane when they sat on the couch together,
"Look at Debbie.  Isn't she a doll."  Debbie was occupied in the
corner of the living room with a model ranch, complete with horses
and miniature riders.  She was wearing a red velour skirt and a
frilly white blouse.  Her brown hair was pulled up into pigtails on
either side of her cherubic little face.
     Jane shook her finger at Jim and whispered back, "Don't you
dare go off with that little girl tonight.  We're going to have a
nice dinner without having your perverted thoughts about Debbie
ruin our night."
     "I'll try not to.  How about if I go help Ellen with the
drinks?"  Jim stood to leave.
     "Good idea.  I'll get acquainted with Debbie."  Jane patted
the space on the couch that Jim had vacated and beckoned to Debbie. 
"Come here, Debbie, and tell me about that toy you've got there."

     Jim came into the kitchen as Ellen was reaching into the
freezer for some ice cubes.  When she closed the door, she was
startled to see him.
     "Jesus, Jim, you gave me a bit of a jump," Ellen said, holding
her empty hand against her chest.
     "Jane thought it would be a good idea if I came out and helped
you with the drinks."  He moved close to her along the counter
where the glasses were lined up.
     "Well, that's great, but I can manage.  And besides, you're
the guest, you're supposed to relax and be waited on."  Ellen put
the cubes into the glasses and went to a cupboard to reach for the
booze.  It was quite a stretch, and Ellen dress rode up in the
back, exposing the bottom of her pantyclad buttocks.  Jim ogled her
appreciatively.  Her body was not as perfect as Jane's, but for a
woman who had given birth once, she held her own.  Besides, Jim
mused, Ellen's tits were bigger than Jane's.
     While still on tiptoes, Ellen turned her head to Jim, "Um, I
think I need your help after all.  Can you reach the Scotch.  It's
in the back of the cupboard; I'm afraid I don't drink the stuff."
     Jim joined her at the cupboard and smoothed his hand over her
ass.  "I don't think you're really dressed for reaching up into
cupboards."
     Ellen tsked her disapproval and allowed Jim to reach up for
her.  "I think you should keep your hands to yourself tonight, Jim. 
I know what happened last time you started touchy feely stuff."
     "Nothing bad happened.  I had a great time, and you got a
healthy stomachful of protein."  Jim chuckled and handed her the
Scotch bottle.
     She shook her head and grabbed the bottle unceremoniously. 
"Fuck off, Jim.  Don't even talk about it."
     He grabbed her arm by the shoulders as soon as she put the
bottle on the counter.  He spun her to face him.  "Listen, you
fucking hosebag, you begged to suck my cock and I let you.  Don't
tell me to fuck off over something that we both enjoyed and my wife
doesn't mind one bit.  Nobody got hurt."
     Ellen looked down, her bottom lip trembling.  "She doesn't
mind at all?  I thought she just forgave me."
     "I could whip out my dick right now and call her in to watch
and she wouldn't mind."  Jim moved his face an inch away from hers. 
"In fact, she'd love to watch you suck me off--she could even give
you a few pointers."
     Ellen looked directly back into Jim's eyes.  "You turn me on
so much, Jim.  I haven't had a man since that office party without
thinking about you.  Your cock tastes like candy and your cum is so
sweet..."
     Jim pecked her on the lips and smiled into her eyes.  "Good.
Now we have all that cleared up, let's have a nice time tonight. 
I'm dying to meet your daughter."
     Ellen kissed him back and went about pouring the drinks.  "I
made chicken parmesan for dinner, I hope you like it."
     "I don't know, I've never tried it.  If you cook half as good
as you look, I'm sure it will be delicious."  Jim carried his own
drink back into the living room.
     Ellen handed Jane her drink and said, "So have you two been
playing `horsey' with the playranch?"
     Debbie enthusiastically answered, "Bad guys came down from the
hills and stole the rancher's horses.  They killed the rancher and
took his wife back into the hills."
     "That's terrible," Ellen said melodramatically.  "What did
they do when they got her back into the hills?"
     Debbie pondered a little, then turned to Jane and asked: "Aunt
Jane, what did the bad guys do to the rancher's wife?"  The
question confirmed Ellen's suspicion that Jane had been the author
of the imaginary incident.
     "Oh, they did horrible nasty things to her."
     "Did they rape her?" Debbie asked.
     Ellen coughed and said, "That's not a nice thing to ask,
dear."
     Jane smirked at the child's precociousness and asked Ellen,
"Where did she learn about rape?"
     Ellen just shrugged.
     Jane asked Debbie, "What do you mean by rape?"
     "Well... when they stick their things inside her when she
doesn't want them to."
     "Oh, yes, I'm sure they do that, but then they kill her."
     "Oh no!  Aunt Jane, what happened to the horses?" Debbie asked
rather frantically.  "I hope they didn't kill them too."
     "No, they wouldn't do that," Jane explained calmly.  "They
sell the horses at an auction to the person who pays the most. 
That's how the horse thieves get rich."
     Ellen broke in, "Okay, darling, that's enough horror stories
for now.  Why don't you go get your Barbie dolls to show Aunt Jane
and Uncle Jim."
     Debbie ran to her room to grab the dolls.
     "You're freaking the kid out with that story, Jane," Jim said.
     "She's seen worse on TV," Ellen said.
     "Besides," Jane added, "kids like horror stories as much as
adults."
     Debbie arrived back with the Barbies.  She immediately started
peeling off their costumes.  "I'm going to put on their summer
dresses, like Mommy's."
     "That's sweet of you, darling," said Ellen.  "Jim, Jane, can
I refresh your drinks?"
     "Sure," said Jane.
     "Uh, I'm driving, so I'll go easy," Jim said.
     Ellen went to the kitchen.
     Jim leaned into Jane to whisper to her.  "I heated Ellen up a
little in the kitchen.  She was ready to repeat her office party
performance again."
     His wife shook her head, grinning.  "You swine."
     Ellen returned with a drink for Jane and herself.
     This situation repeated itself four more times, meaning that
Jane and Ellen had downed five drinks each.  And each one had been
a little stiffer than the last as Ellen became careless in her
measuring.  Eventually, when she sat down in the chair across from
Jane and Jim, they noticed that instead of crossing her legs as she
had before, she sat with them slightly parted.  The couple noticed
their hostess's cotton covered crotch; the white material seemed to
be darkened with moisture.
     Debbie noticed too.  She piped up: "Mommy, we can see your
panties!"
     Jane and Jim laughed.  Ellen responded to her daughter, "I'm
sorry sweetheart, but I'm much too hot to cross my legs."  She
winked at Jane and Jim.
     "We don't mind looking up your mommy's dress," Jim said.
     "Here, I'll uncross my legs too so you don't think your mom is
any different," Jane offered, showing off her silky white panties.
     "You're funny," Debbie said to Jane.  "Should I show you my
panties too?"
     Jim replied quickly, "That's a good idea, then none of the
girls are left out."  His wife gave him a dirty look but Ellen
smiled her approval, unaware of his ulterior motives.
     Debbie sat facing them, cross-legged, and continued to dress
and undress her Barbie dolls.
     "You know, Ellen, if you're really that hot, there's no real
reason you even need those panties.  We're all friends here," Jim
said.
     Jane shook her head, but said, "He's right, Ellen.  Take them
off; I'll join you."
     Ellen smiled nervously for a moment then looked over at
Debbie, who was engrossed in the dolls.  "Debbie honey, Aunt Jane
and I are going to take off our underwear.  Do you want to take
yours off too?  Uncle Jim won't mind."  Ellen decided that in order
to carry out this sexual diversion successfully, she'd need
Debbie's cooperation.
     "No.  I won't mind," Jim said.  "In fact Debbie, I'd really
like to see your cute little slit.  It's probably not all hairy
like your mom and Aunt Jane's."
     Debbie stood up and lifted her skirt.  She stood undecided for
a moment.  "Mommy is Uncle Jim going to show us his if we show him
ours?"
     Ellen giggled.  "Why?  Would you like to see Uncle Jim's
thing?"
     Jim answered Debbie: "If you're a good little girl, maybe I'll
show you it after dinner."
     Jane was standing now too, swaying slightly.  She hurried up
the process.  "Here I go Debbie; I'm going to take mine off."  She
pulled up her linen skirt slowly, exposing the tops of her black
stockings and the racy red garters that held them up.  She stood
with her skirt bunched around her hips for a moment.  "Are you
ready, everyone?"
     Ellen said, "I can't wait."  She started wriggling out of her
own panties without standing up.
     Jane made much more of a production out of it.  She teetered
on her high heels and rotated her hips as she slowly slid the silky
white briefs off her hips.  Eventually she let them slide down her
legs and pool around her ankles where she gracefully stepped out of
them.
     "Doesn't she look great, Debbie?  Do you hope your thing looks
like that when you grow up?" Jim prompted.
     Debbie nodded and pulled down her own panties.  "Mine doesn't
have any hair on it.  Mommy when will mine have hair like you and
Aunt Jane?"
     Ellen looked down at her own exposed cunt and slid a hand
sensuously through the hair.  "Soon enough honey.  But remember
what Uncle Jim said: he likes it with no hair."
     "Yeah," Jane interjected, "but Jim's a dirty old man."
     At that moment there was a knock at the apartment door.  Ellen
looked confused for an instant, as she wasn't expecting anyone. 
Nevertheless, she got up to answer it, leaving her panties on the
couch.
     When Ellen opened the door, Mr. Warren, the old man from down
the hall, was standing there with his dog, Charly, on a leash.
     "I'm sorry to bother you dear, but I was wondering if you
could take Charly for the night.  My son's been in a car accident
and he's in hospital."  Mr. Warren looked a little haggard, and he
mechanically handed Ellen the dog's leash.
     "Of course, Mr. Warren.  I hope your son will be alright.  Is
it serious?"  Ellen took the leash.
     "No, I'm told he'll be fine.  But he's been asking for me and
I feel I should spend the night with him."
     Ellen squatted to pat the dog, unaware that she gave Mr.
Warren an unobstructed view of her yawning vagina.  "Hiya Charly. 
I know you'll be a good little doggie won't you?"
     Charly woofed gently and Mr. Warren tried his hardest not to
look up Ellen's short dress.  "Thank you very much dear.  I must be
off now.  Thank you again."  Mr. Warren backed awkwardly away,
trying to conceal the lump forming in his baggy trousers.
     Ellen waved goodbye and led Charly into the apartment.
     "Looks like we have another guest for dinner, Debbie," Ellen
said.  "Mr. Warren had to see his son in hospital."
     "Goody!  I love Charly," Debbie squealed, throwing her arms
around the little mutt, who was a cross between a terrier, a
collie, and a golden lab.  Charly woofed happily and licked
Debbie's face.
     "Okay, let's eat," Ellen suggested.
     Jim and Jane got up.  While Jane was straightening out her
skirt, Jim snook up behind Ellen and scooped up a handful of bare
ass.  Ellen giggled and slapped his hand away.
     "Behave, Jimmy, you naughty little boy," she scolded.
     They sat down around the table and Ellen brought out a large
casserole dish of chicken parmesan and assorted bowls of
vegetables.  It was an impressive display.
     During the meal, which was delicious, Charly pattered quietly
around waiting for scraps.  Jim leaned over to Ellen and whispered,
"Give Charly a treat: drop some food on your chair between your
legs.  When he finds it, you'll get a treat too."
     Ellen did as Jim suggested and a few moments later she gasped
as Charly licked up the food, slathering his hot tongue across her
exposed labia.  "Wow, that was amazing.  Jane you've got to try
it."
     "What?" Jane asked, unaware of what was going on under the
table.
     "Put some food down between your legs and let Charly lick it
up.  He's got quite an amazing tongue."
     Debbie dipped her head below table level to watch.  Sure
enough, as soon as Jane put the piece of chicken between her
widespread legs, Charly dashed in tongue-first.  Debbie tried it
next and found the sensation very pleasurable.
     "Charly licked me," Debbie declared, "right on my peehole.  It
tickled.  Did you like it Mommy?"
     "It feels wonderful doesn't it sweetheart?"
     Jim reached over under the table and slid his hand between
Ellen's legs.  Her legs were already spread, and his fingers soon
pulled open her pussy lips to allow him to get his middle finger
inside her.  She looked over and raised her eyebrows at him, but
made no move to stop him.  He began massaging her clit with his
thumb.
     Although Jane didn't continue to feed the dog, the single lick
he had given her was enough to rev up her juicemaker and she found
herself sustaining the pleasure by diddling herself frantically. 
She looked over to watch Jim performing the same function for her
friend.
     Debbie looked under the table again and discovered the
masturbatory activity going on down there.  She disappeared fully
under the table and knelt down between her mother's legs to watch
Jim's stroking fingers closely.  "Uncle jim, why are you fiddling
with Mommy's peehole?" she asked from under the table.
     "Because it feels good.  Do you want me to play with yours?"
     Jim reached towards Debbie, but Jane slapped his hand away. 
"Play with mine instead, honey.  I'm tired of playing with myself. 
Besides, I'm too drunk to do it properly."
     "Okay.  Come here."
     Jim sat between the two women, arms outstretched, with each
hand busy working on a wet slash of womanhood.  Yet the real object
of his lust, what was causing the huge bulge in his pants, was the
little girl watching them from across the table.  He could see her
cute little pussy under the short skirt she was wearing: utterly
hairless, it was simple and perfect.  So intently was she watching
his busy hands that her expression looked almost smouldery, as if
she were purposely trying to look sexy.
     When Jim looked at Ellen and Jane, he found that they both had
their eyes closed and heads thrown back, totally engaged in what he
was doing with his fingers.
     He mouthed a message to Debbie: "Come over here," and motioned
with his head for emphasis.  She obediently approached, but he felt
powerless to communicate with her.  He wanted her to unzip his
pants and free his engorged monster, but he could neither speak nor
gesture for fear of alerting his wife or Ellen to his perversion. 
He felt as if his hands were tied behind his back.
     In an attempt to get somewhere with the girl, he made kissing
actions with his lips.  Debbie silently giggled and slowly
approached him, lips puckered to kiss him.  He could smell her
fresh skin before she made contact, but when her lips touched his,
he felt a tug of lust at his groin.  When she kissed him again, he
parted his lips and let his tongue sit on his bottom lip.  She felt
the extra wetness and backed away, wiping her mouth on the sleeve
of her blouse.
     "Yech," she said aloud, causing Ellen and Jane to zoom back
into reality.
     "What is it sweetheart?  Do you think it's yucky that Mommy
and Aunt Jane are letting Uncle Jim fiddle with our peeholes?"
Ellen asked.
     Debbie looked sternly at Jim.  "No.  But he kissed me with his
tongue out like a doggie."
     Jane was about to scold Jim when Ellen came to his defense:
"But you like it when Charly kisses you like that.  Let Uncle Jim
kiss you again.  This time you kiss him like a doggie too.  Maybe
you can touch tongues."
     Debbie agreed with her mother's logic, and she merrily climbed
onto Jim's lap and licked his cheek.  "There.  Just like Charly."
     Jim licked her back and took her head between his cunt-slimed
hands to brace her for a serious French kiss.  When his tongue
snaked into her little mouth, she resisted only slightly.  Soon her
tongue was jousting proficiently with his.
     "There," Ellen said, "now you're kissing like a grown-up."
     Jane decided that there was nothing for her to do but go along
with her husband's desires, especially since the little girl's
mother didn't seem to care.  Ellen was, in fact, actively
encouraging the deviant behaviour.  Besides, Jane realized as she
watched Debbie perched on her husband's lap, pigtails fluttering
back and forth with each undulation of a passionate kiss, it was
beginning to turn her on.
     "Ellen," Jane addressed her friend, "can you believe my
husband?  What a pervert!"
     "Doesn't it turn you on Jane?  I always wished Jeff had stayed
around so he could have taught Debbie like this.  She might as well
learn it at home."  Then Ellen stumbled out of her chair and
flopped down at Jane's sprawled out feet.  "You know what, friend? 
Your pussy is looking awfully tasty from way over there.  Can I get
a taste?"
     Jane didn't answer Ellen--she simply grabbed her by the hair
and pushed her face-first between her legs.  The sensation of a
ravenous tongue working on her cunt was greatly appreciated.
     Jim was still kissing Debbie, but his hands had wandered down
to her scanty little rump.  He flipped up the velour material of
her skirt to get his hands on bare skin.  He ran his fingertips
gently across her buttocks, then up and down her moist asscrack.
     He broke the kiss so he could tell her what he was doing:
"When I kiss my wife, I play with her bum, just like I'm playing
with yours.  I usually stick my finger right up her bum too.  Can
I do it to you?"
     Debbie asked suspiciously, "Will it hurt?"
     Jim kissed her on the forehead for reassurance.  "At first it
will.  But then you'll start to like it.  You know when you take a
poo sometimes it hurts, but you feel really good when you're
finished?  That's what it will be like."
     "Okay," Debbie agreed affably, "I like going poo, even though
it's stinky sometimes."  She giggled.
     Jim kissed her again.  "Someday I'll come and smell your poo
with you.  Would you like that?"
     "That's silly."
     Jim poked gently at her anus.  "Okay, Debbie, push out as if
you were really going poo.  I need to get my finger in."
     Debbie grunted hard.  "Ungh.  Is that better."
     Jim felt a warm wetness spreading across his lap, soaking into
his wool dress pants.  He realized Debbie had pushed hard enough to
force out a dribble of urine.
     "Oops, Debbie honey, looks like you had an little accident,"
Jim said quietly, "but don't worry.  Just try to push out your
sweet little butthole without going pee."
     Debbie looked down between her straddling legs at the stain on
Jim's thighs.  "I'm sorry Uncle Jim.  I just wanted to push like
you said.  I want you to be able to put your finger in my bum."
     Jane looked up from her fascination with the top of Ellen's
bobbing head, and asked, "What are you two up to?"
     Debbie brought her hands up to shield both sides of her mouth
and scrunched up her face furtively.  "Don't tell her.  Please
don't tell her I peed on you.  I didn't mean to."
     He told Debbie not to worry, then looked over at Jane and
Ellen, noticing their sexual coupling for the first time.  "We're
just getting to know each other.  How about you two?  Does that
cunt taste good, Ellen?"
     A muffled slurp in the affirmative was all Jim got for an
answer.
     "It sounded like your little girlfriend was trying to take a
dump," Jane said.
     Debbie turned to answer Jane.  "He was just trying to put his
finger up my bum like he does to you."
     Jane put on a face of false shock.  "He promised only I got
the bumhole treatment!  Oh well, I guess he likes you better now. 
That means you'll have to do everything I do: play with his thing,
put it in your mouth, let him put it in your peehole, and let him
squirt his gooey stuff wherever he wants."  When Debbie turned back
to look at Jim, Jane winked at him and grit her teeth as she humped
into Ellen's active face.
     "You do all that?" Debbie asked Jim.
     "Sure.  That's what husbands and wives do.  It's called
fucking."
     Debbie giggled.  "That's a swear word."
     "I know.  But it's okay to say it to a girl who just peed on
you.  Fuck, Debbie, fuck."  Jim kissed her lips and stroked her ass
some more.
     "Okay, Uncle Jim.  Fuck."  She giggled harder.  "Fuck, fuck,
fuck."
     Jane started moaning loudly as Ellen's tongue forced her to
submit to a rolling orgasm.  "Lick my snatch, you fucking bitch. 
Suck the sauce out of my cunt.  Yes.  Yes.  Oh, God."  Jane spasmed
as her muscles contracted.
     Ellen smiled up at Jane with a glistening face and stroked her
friend's sweaty bush with her palm.  "Did you like that Jane?  I
love the taste of your pussy.  After all these years, I finally got
a chance to eat you."
     Jane patted her friend's head and sighed in appeasement.
     Jim whispered to Debbie: "Your mom was doing a good job
licking my wife's peehole, wasn't she?"
     "Yeah.  I guess she must really like her huh?"
     Jim nodded, and then noticed that Jane was getting ready to
leave.  She was purposely preventing him from escalating his
liaison with Debbie.  He decided to go along with her, since he was
convinced that Ellen would be more than eager to re-ignite the
situation in the future.
     "We've got to go now, Debbie.  I think it's past your bedtime
anyway.  But we'll come back soon.  Or maybe you can come over to
our house."
     Although disappointed, Debbie graciously climbed down off
Jim's lap and pulled her skirt back over her silky little butt. 
"Okay.  Goodnight Uncle Jim.  I'm glad you came over."
     Across the room on the couch, Ellen was wiping off her face
with a tissue.  Jim sat down beside her, his hand resting high on
her bare thigh.  He leaned into her ear so Jane and Debbie couldn't
hear.  "I guess we'll have to wait until next time to have our
little romp."
     "I can't wait."  She put her hand on his thigh, feeling the
wetness Debbie had left behind.  "How come your leg's all wet?"
     "Your daughter had a little accident while she was sitting on
my knee.  Nothing to worry about."
     "Is it piss?"  Ellen's eyes lit up and she sniffed her fingers
to confirm her suspicion.  Then she whispered back to him: "Did
your cock get extra hard when you felt my little girl piss on you?"
     Jim sneered.  "Not as hard as it will get after I piss all
over you, you filthy slut."
     She beamed back: "Like I said: `I can't wait.'"

(continued in part 1e)

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