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PART TWO OF TWO

WARNING!
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net.  If you are underage, stand,
move away from the console, and unplug the computer.
Reading stories like this can make you go blind.
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them.
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

Phil Phantom

"A Picture Worth Ten Thousand Words" by Tiffany (Part two of two)

Brenda put the panties on and hurriedly dressed.  She almost ran
from the store, and did run through Ellington's department store
to lose the boys.  She was still panting when she got to her car,
but seconds later, while safely seated behind the wheel, she
burst out in nervous laughter.  When she calmed, she drew up her
skirt and looked at the strange feeling panties she had on.

They outlined her sex beautifully, allowing everything to be
exposed.  Only leg bands caressed her thighs.  The panties looked
obscene, and she loved the look and feel.  She toyed with her
pussy and stuffed three fingers inside.  A firm metallic taping
on her window glass made her shriek and throw her skirt down.
She looked up into the eyes of a police officer, not a mall rent-
a-cop, but a real city officer who ordered the window down.

With a face as red as a fire engine, and with her heart in her
throat, Brenda pressed the electric window switch and tried to
get her voice on its way down.  He said, "Ma'am, you were seen
running from the Ellington jewelry counter.  They believe
something is missing, and I saw you put something inside
yourself.  We have probable cause to make an arrest as it is.  If
you'll hand it over, Ellington management will decide what to do.
I'm sure you can work something out with them if you cooperate."

"Officer, I swear, I took nothing.  I was running from boys who
were following me."

"I know what I saw, ma'am.  I'll ask you one more time.  Hand it
over."

"Officer, I was not putting anything inside.  I was...I."

"Step out of the car, Ma'am.  I'm placing you under arrest."

"He opened the door and pulled her to her feet.  He turned her
and pressed her to the car while pulling back one hand.  She felt
the cold metal of his cuffs snap on her delicate wrist as he read
her Miranda rights.  A large crowd gathered to watch the
attractive woman stammering, "I...I was...I didn't."

He left her standing in the crowd with her hands cuffed behind
her back while he searched the vehicle.  The tightly-packed crowd
caused the stiff wind to swirl in eddies lifting her skirt,
front, sides, and in back, sometimes all at once with her being
powerless to do anything about it.  The crowd's laughing snickers
made the cop look back over his shoulder.  He saw her plight, but
ignored her distress, returning to his task.  Brenda stood
stoically, staring off in space on the verge of tears, feeling
faint and nauseous.  After a few minutes, she blocked out the
crowd and let them gawk at her new panties.

Brenda returned home two hours late.  She threw down her purse
and collapsed in the first chair she came to.  She sprawled with
her knees out wide, low in the seat with her ass at the forward
edge of the cushion.  Her thin skirt draped her legs and crotch
with the hem above mid-thigh.  The family gathered around after
seeing her expression and her provocative position.  Brenda felt
the old stirrings as she looked from face to face, watching their
eyes devour the naked flesh of her thighs and burning a hole
where her pubic mound made a bump in her crotch.

Exciting, vulgar images flashed through her mind.  Her father
looked genuinely concerned and knelt by her side.  He stroked
hair from her face and said, "Sweetheart, what happened?  You had
us all worried.  What happened to you?"

Her boys gathered in front, and Carly knelt at her other side,
also looking with genuine concern.  Carly smacked Skipper hard on
the muzzle when he nosed her ass.  Skipper backed away and sat.
Brenda did not plan to tell her family about the crotchless
panties, but she suddenly had the desire to let them know she was
naked beneath her skirt, at least her pussy was naked.  She took
a deep breath, then said, "I did a very stupid and impulsive
thing and endured three of the most humiliating hours of my life.
I'm ashamed to even tell you."

Instantly, every eye brightened with interest.  Her father said,
"Now, Brenda, we're family, here.  You can tell us anything; you
know that.  No one here would ever put you down, no matter what
you did.  Would you boys?"  They all made earnest pledges. "Would
you, Carly?"  Carly swore she'd never ever think badly of her.
Tom said, "Honey, you know I think you walk on water.  You know
I'm here for you."

Brenda stalled, then said, "Oh, all right.  If you must know,
they closed the office two hours early because of a computer shut
down.  I decided to browse the downtown mall before coming home.
I went into that lingerie shop and...oh, I can't tell you.
You'll think I'm filthy."

Tom pushed with renewed interest, "Brenda, please!  What did you
do?"

"I bought a pair of crotchless panties, that's what."

This shocking revelation had all eyes riveted to her crotch.
Their stares were so obvious that she had to comment and said,
"Yes, I am wearing them right now, if you must know.  You can
stare at my crotch all you want, but I'm not showing them to you,
at least, not while I'm wearing them, especially not with my legs
wide apart with my vagina as messy as it is.  Frankly, I don't
have the energy to close them, and keeping them wide open
relieves some of the discomfort."

Tom said, "Sweetheart, you're fine like you are, and you should
not feel bashful with family."

She said, "I don't think I have a bashful bone left in my body
after what happened to me today."

Six voices in unison said, "WHAT HAPPENED?"

Brenda began her story with a lie, saying that she tried the
panties on wearing nothing but her high heels and was coaxed out
to walk in the store.  She said she went with the pressure
because she thought doing so would be daring and exciting, but
got too close to the window where a group of boys saw her.  She
hurriedly made the purchase, got dressed, and left.  The boys
followed her with sinister intent written on their faces.

She had her sons on the edges of their seats.  She had Tom
stroking her right thigh and Carly stroking her left.  From there
on, she told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the
truth.  She held nothing back as she described her ordeal, and
went in detail about her strip search, along with details of her
rectal and vaginal exams by three lesbian cops who found nothing
though their search lasted an hour.  She had to service each
lesbian with her mouth to stop the search.

While her body was searched, her car was stripped, and vice
versa.  Four cops returned her to Ellington management to plead
her case and stop a similar search of her house.  At Ellington's,
she was stripped, fondled, and fucked by four cops and three
managers in order to get them to drop the charges.

Tom and Carly had her dress worked up past her naked mound.  She
ended her story by saying, "Now you see why I'm not stopping you
from pushing up my dress.  You could push the fucking thing to my
arm pits; I could care less.  You could strip me naked, just don't
expect me to move from this chair for next hour."

Carly and Tom exchanged looks, then Carly reached for the hem,
saying, "In that case, I think we would all like a better look at
these panties."  She lifted and laid back the skirt, baring
Brenda from her navel down, save for the most provocative panties
they'd ever seen, and the yawning, neatly-trimmed, naked-lipped,
drooling-wet, spermy pussy they'd ever seen.

Brenda drew a deep breath as Carly traced the edges of the panty
opening with her finger, saying, "Mom, they're gorgeous.  And you
have a vagina made for crotchless panties.  Its beautiful, Mom,
absolutely beautiful and so sexy with the lips shaved.  Your
beauty even shows through all the mess."

Brenda reached down with her right hand and began toying with her
pussy, moving the pulpy parts and framing her engorged clit with
slick fingers.  She said, "That's sweet of you to say, Carly.
Hell, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to get in
my panties.  I guess you are in my panties, come to think of it.
By the way, I don't shave.  I had all of the hair between my legs
removed by electrolysis.  Even some on top."

Carly's finger joined her mother's fingers and felt the smooth
labia for herself.  Brenda used her fingers to split her pussy
open, denying Carly access to her labia, but exposing her hole, a
bold hint.

Carly took the hint and slipped her fuck finger inside the hole,
then true to her word, she finger fucked her mother, waiting to
be pushed aside.  When not so much as a verbal rebuff came, Carly
felt ridiculous finger fucking her mother with her nasty finger,
especially when Brenda used both hands to pry her cunt lips wide
open for her.  Carly slowed to a slow internal stroking and
occasionally ran her finger over the pink meat outside, teasing
the clit before returning to deeply massage the walls of her
mother's vagina.

Brenda watched along with everyone else, then looked up to Tom
and said, "You surprise me, Daddy.  I thought this would send you
dashing for a camera.  Surely an intimate moment of discovery
between a mother and her daughter is worthy of preserving on
film."

"Hold that thought.  Hold that pose.  Don't anybody move."  Tom
dashed to the master bedroom.

Brenda addressed Carly, saying, "I think we can do better.
Carly, stand up and take off your clothes, every stitch."

Carly sat back in stunned disbelief.  "What?  Everything?"

"Yes, everything.  Hurry!"

"Sure, Mom, but somebody better hold Skipper."

Brenda said, "Brad, hold Skipper."  Brad grabbed the dog.  Carly
began stripping.  Brenda sat up and pulled her own dress off.
She unhooked her bra and tossed it off.  She then sat back and
watched as Carly took off her last item, her training bra.  She
wore no panties.  Brenda said, "Now get down on your hands and
knees in front of my chair."

Carly's eyes went wide, but she did as directed.  Brenda said,
"Now move in close.  Touch your nose to my clit."

Carly said, "Mother?"

"Do as I say, Carly.  Yes, now you remain perfectly still."
Brenda continued to toy with her cunt, spreading her wetness
under Carly's nose and mouth.  She said, "Now, Carly, move your
knees out wide and bow your back.  Thrust out your loins like a
bitch in heat."

They all heard Carly cry, "Mother!  What are you up to?"  Brenda
ignored Carly and soon felt a tongue licking at her fingers.
Without acknowledging these licks, or looking down, Brenda
addressed her son, saying, "Brad get right behind her but keep
Skippy at bay, just enough so that he can sniff and lick your
sister's hot little pussy."

"Far out, Mom.  Are you going to let him fuck her?"

"Yes, I'm going to let him fuck her, but not until I say."
Carly's wide eyes peered up over her mother's mound, looking to
confirm what she thought her ears heard.  Brenda would not make
eye contact, so Carly dropped her eyes to the shiny clit at the
tip of her nose.  To show she wasn't distressed by what she
thought she heard, Carly gave the slit before her lips a series
of nice long licks.

Tom emerged, saw them in that provocative pose, dropped his
tripod and said, "Holy sweet Jesus!"

Brenda said, "I take it you like this pose better."

"You're god damn right I do.  Hold what you got.  Let me get set
up.  Jerry, Steve, go get the light stands and reflectors.
Bobby, get two more rolls of film off my dresser--fuck it, bring
all the film."

Tom fumbled with the tripod, collapsing it twice.  Brenda laughed
and said, "Slow down, Daddy.  We're not going anywhere.  Skippy's
the only one in a hurry, but he'll have plenty of opportunities
to vent his lust on her from now on.  She will not wear clothes
in this house from now until her father returns.  I'm tired of
seeing her torment that poor animal and teasing you and the boys.
Seeing her going without panties was the last straw.  If you want
her, I'll move her into your room.  If you want, I'll move in
too."

"I want you both.  I'll teach her to tease us like she did."

"I hope you do, and if she gets herself knocked up, she'll stay
knocked up.  I'll let her meet her daddy barefoot and pregnant.
Maybe he'll beat some decency into his little slut.  I'm going to
do my part.  From now on, I'm going to treat her like a little
cunt-sucking, dog-fucking whore."

This brought Carly's tongue licking up the groove of Brenda's
sex.  Brenda clamped Carly's head in her thighs and said, "I said
hold still.  When I want my cunt licked, you'll be the first to
know.  You'll get ample opportunity to lick my pussy, I assure
you.  Before long, you're going to think we are Siamese twins
attached mouth to cunt--your mouth to my cunt.  Your face will be
between my legs when I fall asleep, and it had better still be
there when I wake up in the morning."

They set up a photo studio around Brenda's crotch.  All lights,
reflectors, and cameras were aimed at the provocative site.  Tom
had his best camera mounted on the tripod close to the chair, but
had two more cameras around his neck.  He zoomed in and out,
tested light and shadow, then said, "I'm ready when you are,
Brenda."

Brenda said, "Skippy is more than ready, but hold him till I give
the word.  Carly, ready or not, you just hold still.  Here goes,
people."

With that, Brenda planted her feet wide and pressed her pussy
forward to make her cunt lips flow over Carly's nose.  The camera
clicked away as she slowly brought her pussy up and down, leaving
a slime coating that shone in the bright lights.  She wiped her
wet cunt all over Carly's face until her daughter's entire face
shone wet and glistening.  "Brenda said, "Brad, is Skippy's cock
hard?  Is he licking her twat?"

"Yeah, He wants on her bad, Mom.  Can I let him go, now?"

"No, not yet.  I'll tell you when.  Right now, I want her to
concentrate on cunt lapping."

Carly's tongue was not idle.  She licked at the moving spread or
let her tongue stick fully out so her mother could drag her pussy
over her soft tongue or slide her cunt hole on and off the pink
meat slab made stiff like a small cock.  Brenda posed for a
closeup with her pelvis tilted up, pulling her lips wide to
expose her arching clit and her pussy hole stuffed with her
daughter's tongue.  Brenda said, "I wish her father could see his
little angel, now,  She doesn't look so angelic with her tongue
licking my ovaries and the sperm of my lovers on her lips."

Carly was into the posing and gave several without prompting.
She smeared the sperm all over her face by rubbing her face in
the spermy gash.  She held still for her most obscene acts until
the shot was taken, but gave her mother her best cunt lapping
between poses.  Brenda taunted Carly while she lapped pussy,
saying, "Show Skippy how hot you are for him.  Wiggle your ass,
bitch!  Reach back and fan those cunt lips open for his tongue.
That's it.  Shake that pussy, girl.  Show him what a good bitch
whore you'll be from now on."

Brenda's inflammatory words had Carly on fire with lust for the
dog and for the pussy.  Brenda said, "Brad, bring Skippy up here.
Hold his front paws and make him stand up.  That's it, scoot him
in close to my beaver."

Brenda sat up and took Skippy's fully erect eight-inch rod of
bright pink meat and aimed the chiseled tip toward Carly's lips,
saying, "I know you want him hot and horny for your pussy.  All
good whores suck their cocks before fucking them.  You want to be
a good whore for Skippy, don't you?"

Carly began licking, then sucking on Skippy's dick, driving her
mother's passions.  Brenda angled the cock down and rubbed the
tip in her wet slit, saying, "Here, you can suck both of your
favorite things at once, now.  Her daddy would shit if he saw
this.  Look at her go.  She loves dog cock and mommy cunt
together.  Yes, she can't get enough."

Carly licked cock and pussy as Tom's cameras fired off a staccato
of shots from various angles.  Brenda moved the tip to her hole
and slithered her pussy down most of its length, saying, "Let's
put some Mommy cream on it for you."

Carly gave way and Skippy was soon effectively mounted and fully
inside her mother.  When Brenda realized this, she said, "Daddy,
get a good shot of the dog fucking me.  Brad let him go.  You
kids, back up.  Give us some room."

Skippy's paws rested on Brenda's breasts and his tongue lolled
far out the side of his muzzle as he humped.  Brenda threw out
her arms and her legs and smiled big for the shot.  Seeing the
hanging tongue over her face, she said, "Dad, get this."  She
then leaned up and sucked Skippy's tongue into her mouth, sucking
on the tongue as though it were a limp dick.  Tom got a roll of
shots.  Brenda let the tongue slip from her mouth, brought her
arms and legs down, then said, "Brad, take him away.  He's ready
to mount his bitch, now."

Brad dragged Skippy off his mount, and Carly got back in
position.  When Brad had Skippy at the ready, Brenda said, "Let
the dog go."

Skippy mounted Carly at once, found his mark, and began humping
in earnest.  Tom used the tripod-mounted camera to take in the
entire shot.  Brenda sat up to watch the dog fuck her daughter,
then she sat back and fucked her daughter's face.

After Skippy finished, he went off to lick his dick.  One after
the other, the boys took turns fucking Carly in the ass.  No one
wanted sloppy seconds from the dog.  Brenda pulled Carly to lie
over her body, then pulled the girl's ass cheeks apart for her
boys.  While the boys fucked their sister, Brenda and Carly made
out like lovers for the camera.  Brenda came several times, as
did Carly.  When all were sated and exhausted, Brenda was left
still in her spread-legged slump.  She said, "You boys take your
sister into the bathroom and clean her up good.  Wash that dog
cum out of her cunt, slop her twat with KY jelly, and bring her
back here."

The boys gathered Carly's limp body and carried her off.
Tom stood looking down on his daughter from between her legs.
Brenda looked up and smiled, then said, "Fuck me, Daddy.
Whenever you want my pussy, just throw me down and fuck me."

Tom dropped his pants then stood stroking his erection with a big
smile.  He said, "So, you came home first."

"Yes, and I'm glad I did.  I approve, totally.  As long as you're
here, I'll see that she remains your sex slave.  I want her
pregnant, Daddy.  When they bring the bitch back, I want you to
fuck me, but cum in Carly's pussy."

"Kitten, don't I always give you what you want."

With that, he shoved his cock into his daughter and quickly
hammered in to the balls.  Brenda's eyes went crossed and she
cried out a passionate wail, "Fuck me, Daddy!  Fuck my brains
out."

Tom had half of Brenda's brains fucked out when the boys brought
Carly back.  Tom slowed, then stood on his knees with the head of
his cock still buried.  He said, "Lay her over your mother, tits
up."

Brenda assisted by positioning Carly's tail bone right over her
pubic bone.  She then pulled Carly's legs back and grasped her by
the toes.  She fanned her legs out to their fullest and said,
"Whenever you're ready, Daddy."

Tom resumed fucking Brenda, steadily building in force, pounding
her pussy.  Brenda was quickly driven to a climax.  When her
shudders ebbed, he drew out and drove his cock deep into Carly.
Brenda felt the stabbing penetration transmitted through her tail
bone and cried, "Fuck her pussy, Daddy.  Cum in her cunt."

Carly reached out and grasped her mother's wrists, squeezing
until her knuckles turned white, then cried out, "Cum in my
pussy, Grandpa.  Fuck Daddy's little slut.  Knock up Daddy's
little slut.  I'll never tell him it was you."

Brenda said, "Will you tell your father that you're a slut?"

"Yes, Mom.  I'll tell him I'm a slut.  I'll tell him you tried to
stop me, that you took me out of school to stop me from fucking
boys.  I'll tell him you did everything you possibly could.  I'll
protect you.  I'll protect Grandpa, too."

"You're a good girl, Carly.  Now, suck Grandpa's sperm out with
your cunt and get yourself pregnant."  Amazingly, she appeared to
do just that.

Eight months later, on the day before Frank was due home from
Turkey, Tom stood behind the tripod as Brenda laid her very
pregnant and naked daughter on her back across the ottoman, her
ballooned belly, thighs, ass, and breasts showed numerous deep
red welts from a recent whipping.  Brenda then stood naked in the
splits with her wide-spread cunt over Carly's upturned face.
Brenda had Brad's cock in her ass while helping Skipper mount
Carly.  Once mounted and in Carly, she held the dog up by his
front paws.

Steve and Bobby sat on each side of Carly, each sucking an
injured tit while Jerry stood behind Skippy holding Carly's legs
wide by the toes.  Brenda sucked Skippy's hanging tongue in her
mouth and masturbated while Tom took a picture worth ten-thousand
words, for it showed the expression on Frank's face after he
threw open the door to say, "Surprise, I'm home!"

At least Brenda had one family portrait that had Frank in the
background and her in the center.  She just wished they'd let her
keep one in her cell.  The last photo copy was confiscated by a
female screw who took a long look and said, "Oh, gross.  How
could you let a dog lick you in the face?"

                           The End

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