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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

"Photo Pro" (Part two of three)

Ginger made a pained face, but stood and came up to her mother.
She bent at the waist and brought her right tit to Bonnie's lips.
Bonnie teased and sucked the hard nipple while molding and
massaging the breast.  Ginger's heavy breathing betrayed how she
really felt.  She offered the other tit immediately when Bonnie
eased off the right one.  When both tits were done, Ginger
returned to her seat wearing a full body blush.  She was
speechless."

Bonnie appeared unaffected.  She casually resumed her story,
saying, "After the session, when they gathered around the dining
table, I served them as a naked waitress.  They even went so far
as to have me wear spike high heels - only the spike heels.  Mom
always joined them for a beer or two.  Their hands were all over
me as I tottered around the table pouring beer in their glasses."

"Yes, I love it.  Naked is much better for frigging off.  Look
all you want, Mother.  I could care less."

Bonnie smiled and resumed, "After a shoot, cum would leak out of
me for an hour, so the insides of my legs stayed wet and shiny.
I made a point of giving Mom good looks at my inner thighs and
shiny wet ass as I made my way around the table.  I also kept any
marks I had on me in plain sight.  In particular, I wanted her to
see the marks made by alligator clips that they often placed on
my nipples, clit, or labia lips.  Those damn things left bright
red teeth imprints that lasted for days.  Right after a shoot,
the angry marks were positively unmistakable as to what caused
them.

"No matter how brazen I was in my efforts to show what they'd
done to me, my efforts were in vein.  Mom either looked away or
pretended not to see.  I filled as many glasses as I could by
getting in next to Mom and leaning out with a leg raised to
counter balance me.  She had to see.  There were times when my
nearest nipple was in her face, and I'd get sperm on her knees
from my wet thighs."

Ginger offered, "That's unreal.  She had to be suspicious, at
least."

"I'm sure she was, but she never let on.  Her demeanor never
changed.  She never even commented on those ridiculous spike
heels I had to wear.  She observed everything but saw nothing.
Her eyes would lite on a man's finger going up my twat or on my
nipple being twisted in a vise-like grip into gross distortion.
She'd take in the sight, then jerk her eyes away.  She got a peek
at everything, but would not stare.

"When Mom began joining in on the after-shoot bullshit sessions,
acting totally at ease, laughing at their crude jokes, and
ignoring all the finger-fucking, ass slapping, tit squeezing, and
nipple twisting that was a constant, the guys began treating her
as one of the guys.  Abuse followed me where ever I went, and Mom
was as likely as anyone to slap my bright red fanny or tweak a
sore nipple as I passed by.  When Mom started abusing me, that
really freaked me out, mostly because she was still in denial,
and still her regular self."

Ginger sat forward, still playing with her pussy, and said,
"Okay, how do you explain her behavior at those bullshit group
gropes.  If she wasn't an active partner in crime, who explained
away the crude behavior at those bull sessions?  What they were
doing had nothing whatsoever to do with photography."

"Actually, she explained it away.  That was the only time she
took me aside and discussed anything related to my sexual abuse.
After the men left and Daddy turned in, she came to me in my
bedroom.  She sat on my bed and stroked my hair, then told me not
to let their crude behavior bother me.  She said that men were
just grown-up boys when they got together over beer, and that
they act silly and nasty, and that this conduct was something we
women had to learn to accept about them.  She said that even
professionals will act like drunk sailors when they decide to
unwind, and that's all it was.  She said, "I'm just trying to fit
in and make them feel comfortable.  I didn't want you to think I
enjoyed treating you that way, sweetheart."

Ginger said, "She rationalized finger fucking and tit torture."

"Keep in mind that she'd accepted finger fucking as a
professional act done as part of a warm-up to a photo shoot.
Except for nipple twisting and fanny slaps, they weren't doing
anything at their bullshit session that they hadn't already done
on the table earlier.  The only difference was, the pre-shoot
warm-up activities were a professional act; whereas the things
they did to me at the bullshit session was men just being playful
and crude.  She felt she needed to explain and console me about
the latter, but never brought up the former."

"What about the nipple torture?"

"She never mentioned anything about those marks made by the
alligator clips; but personally, I think those blood red marks,
more than anything else, helped break down her wall of denial.
She was trying to fit alligator clips into her new world order,
but she couldn't make them fit."

"I didn't think you could explain her behavior away, but I
suppose if a person were trying to rationalize away the
irrational, that would do it."

"It did for her, anyway, and I truly believe she was sincere.
That was when I first noticed her changing.  She was shifting
from denial to rationalization, and her personality was changing
as a result.  You could see the stress she was under as her world
of denial crumbled around her.  She was very relieved when I told
her I understood.  She let out a big sigh of relief and said,
'I'm so glad you understand.  I just want to fit in with the
group, Bonnie, and you saw how excited the guys got when I
slapped your fanny and called you a little trollop.  You were
being such a good sport about all the abuse they were dishing
out.  I figured a little slap and pinch here and there couldn't
hurt.  It meant so much to them to know I wasn't an old fuddy
duddy sitting in judgement of them having a little harmless fun
with my little girl.'"

Ginger took renewed interest, sitting up, saying, "Wow, Mother,
that tells me a great deal.  When she could no longer deny what
was happening, she had to rationalize.  That's all she had to
fall back on."

"Exactly, and I understood, even at that age.  I had to reassure
her several more times that I understood completely, and that I
thought nothing of her slaps and nipple twists; which, by the
way, were as hard and cruel as the guys were doing.  She really
laid it on after she won their approval.  She hurt me, and she
knew it.  She needed to hear me tell her that her abuse of me was
okay, and I told her several times before she could accept that.

"Weeks earlier, Daddy gave me permission to answer truthfully to
any question Mom posed, but said I couldn't volunteer any
information.  There were times, after a photo shoot, that she'd
even seen angry red welts made by a whip.  These lasted
throughout the week, and I'd do my best to keep them on display
throughout the week.  She never commented on them, so when she
asked for my okay, I took another stab at getting through to her,
saying, 'You can't hurt me, Mom.  My breasts, nipples, and vagina
are accustomed to very rough treatment.  I am tough as nails,
now, so do whatever you feel you need to do to make our guests
comfortable.  I won't mind, honest.'  I added, 'Also, you can
call me any name in the book.  I know you are only saying those
things to fit in and be one of the guys.  You have to verbally
abuse me and physically abuse me if you want to be accepted as
one of them."

Ginger said, "Don't tell me she didn't catch that hint."

"She did, but she didn't want to hear what I had to say.  She
just thanked me again and told me what a trooper I was."

"That pretty much told you where she stood on the physical abuse
though, didn't it?"

"Yes, but I knew she wouldn't try to stop the beatings and
physical torments.  She'd known for some time that they were
working me over in that studio.  She could have attempted to stop
them long ago, but didn't.  No, I was hoping to start a dialog
that would lead to a full disclosure, exposing all the perverted
activity.  I still thought, at that point, that she might curtail
or severely restrict the intercourse if she were confronted with
the fact that they were fucking me without protection.  I still
wanted birth control and felt certain she'd insist on that much,
at least.  I did lose faith in that conviction after our talk,
though.  I didn't think she was capable of drawing any lines.

"Having Mom join their bull sessions was a major breakthrough for
them, and their nasty little game took a radical leap after she
joined in the abuse.  In the studio, they had a good laugh over
their successes.  Daddy told them that he bet they could fuck me
and get Mom to go along.  They bet money on it and selected a
volunteer to try at the next session.  They wanted to see anal
and vaginal sex, with orgasm, right in front of Mom.  Daddy
already had Mom in the habit of giving me my enemas prior to a
shoot, so my asshole would be ready for a big cock.  He told her
he wanted my colon clean to flatten my abdomen.  She gave me
enemas until I shit clear water.

"At the next session, Mom stood close by and watched everything.
She obviously felt welcome, because she used to hang back out of
the way.  I was laid out on the table like a lab frog and getting
both my ass and pussy fingered by several of the men at once, a
gang finger bang that looked anything but professional.  Two
others played roughly with my titties.  Mom appeared comfortable
with what they were doing and would smile from time to time to
let them know she wasn't bothered.  I remember her saying, 'Boy,
that ought to get her blood flowing, for sure.'

"Someone said, 'You know, the French use the natural technique.
They will only use a real penis for anal and vaginal enhancement.
They do get amazing results, you've got to admit that.'  Another
one added, 'They are the world's best.  They must know something
we don't.'  Another said, "That's how DuPree won the Googleheim.
He used the French method with a model younger than Bonnie.'

"Daddy said, 'Well, damnit, I'm not willing to play second fiddle
to a bunch of Frenchies.  Honey, I want to try this French
technique with Bonnie.  She wants to be the best.  She has worked
hard to be the best.  I'm sure she's willing to do anything it
takes, but I want your okay if we're going to go all the way with
her.'

"Mom said, 'I don't understand.  What do you mean, go all the
way?'  He says, 'Go all the way, dear, as in use a real penis the
way it's supposed to be used, the natural way to stimulate a
vagina.'  'Oh my,' she says as they all stared, waiting to hear
her reply.  I was waiting as anxiously as they were, because this
was my chance to get on the pill.

"Mom agonized over her response, but finally said, 'Well, this is
your profession.  I suppose you know what's best.  I'm sure
you'll be careful and take precautions.  If Bonnie is willing,
and you want to try this French method, I guess you'll need
privacy.'"

Ginger folded her arms and sat back, though keeping her knees
wide, saying, "Okay, Mom.  This has got to be where Grandma gets
on board.  By no stretch can any rational human being rationalize
that crock, and why must you stare at my cunt like that?"

"Why not?  Honey, keep in mind that for two weeks she'd been
watching me getting fingers and dildoes shoved deep in my ass and
cunt.  A live penis was no great escalation by then.  She had to
know I had no hymen.  Daddy was a pro at bringing you along one
baby step at a time.  If they'd pulled that shit just one week
earlier, I know she would have freaked out.  I wasn't surprised
at all; besides, this group was our social circle.  We had no
other friends.  She wanted to be part of their group.  She
certainly didn't want to act the spoiler when what they were
asking for wasn't that big a deal."

"I suppose, but I'm sure she knew the score."

"She did, and she remained anxious after Daddy's explanation.  I
could tell she wasn't buying the French method.  Anyway, Daddy
said, 'Honey, these men are professionals in this field.  Modesty
is not an issue.  Aesthetics is all that matters.  You should
stay; you're part of the team.  You needn't be embarrassed, and
you may be able to assist.  We are going to do this right, or not
at all, right guys?'

"All of that crap he was shoveling her way was just to introduce
those five words: you're part of the team.  He knew exactly what
she needed to hear to get her to go along with their transparent
scheme.  He was a real pro at manipulation, Ginger.  They all
sounded off with affirmatives without ever asking me how I felt
about the plan.  The volunteer stood, brought out his eight-inch
stiff cock, and stroked the shaft.  They slid me to the table's
edge, and he placed the head of his cock at my pussy with Mom
standing right beside him.  He rubbed that throbbing cock around
the wet opening of my twat, while Mom stared with eyes wide, her
hand covering her mouth.

"Under her intense scrutiny, he went right in to his balls after
a brief period of stirring my juices, proving that I had no
hymen.  He fucked my pussy in long deep strokes, as Mom stared in
open-mouthed awe.  I tried hard not to show so much as a flinch
or let out a tiny grunt.  I clearly demonstrated that my pussy
was no stranger to his eight-inch cock.  Mom's eyes were riveted
to my stuffed pussy getting fucked by the only cock she'd seen
other than Daddy's six-incher.  He screwed me hard for a few
minutes, then dropped down to my asshole.  Once in position, he
grasped my hips and pulled until the head popped in."

Ginger attacked her cunt with renewed vigor and cried out,
"Fucking a little girl's ass, right in front of her mother.  I
love it!"

"Mom was truly amazed by what she saw.  Butt fucking was not in
her vocabulary or life experience.  She seemed fascinated by the
sight of a big dick penetrating my asshole without so much as a
grunt from me.  He began a fucking motion and soon had six inches
sawing in and out of my well-conditioned asshole.  Daddy said,
'It's working.  I can see a difference guys.'  This is the secret
all right.  Keep that up.  Go all the way in.  Don't hold back;
you're getting there.'  He slid right in to the balls.

"He was actually screwing eight inches of cock in your ass and
she said nothing?"

"Not a word.  I swear.  Not only that, after Daddy's encouraging
words, the guy slammed into my ass and began fucking me hard and
fast until he came - half in, and half out of my ass.  Quite a
bit of cum was deliberately shot right at my wide open pussy
crack, as one of the guys reached over and pulled my cunt lips
open for him.  Daddy explained the cum shot away as an
occupational hazard that was unavoidable and to be expected.  He
asked for another volunteer as Mom went dashing for a rag.

"Another guy stepped up, drew out a larger cock, and inserted the
head in my spermy pussy before Mom could wipe off the cum.  He
pumped his shaft and rubbed my clit, pushed the head in, drew
back out, then rubbed the head through my slit.  He got his cock
good and wet with the other guy's sperm, then shoved his cock in.
He gradually pushed all the way in as Mom made an anguished
face."

"That's beautiful, just fucking beautiful!"

"So is your cunt, Ginger.  Do you think you can get your legs any
farther apart?"

"The splits aren't wide enough for you?  What's the matter; you
can't quite see my tonsils?"

"Get smart with me, Ginger, and the story ends here."

"I'm sorry!  I'm real, real sorry.  Please don't stop now!"

Bonnie smiled knowingly, then said, "He fucked me hard for a good
ten minutes.  Daddy said, 'If you feel like you are going to
ejaculate, try to pull out and deposit the stuff where it won't
cause a problem.  She's just a child, and she's not on the pill.'
Minutes later, he came in my pussy after stepping up his efforts
to reach a climax, pulling our loins tightly together for the cum
shot, grunting with each jet he squirted in my womb."

"Oh, Yes!  Cream the little girl's womb while Mommy watches
helplessly.  Too much!"

"Mom wasn't exactly helpless.  She could have ended their game if
she'd pitched a bitch.  She appeared visibly shaken by this
blatant disregard for the rules she and Daddy sorta laid down.
When he withdrew, she wiped angrily at the sperm seeping out from
my abused pussy hole, then looked to Daddy to chastise the vulgar
man.  Daddy said, 'Oh well, accidents happen.'  When she heard
Daddy blow it off so casually, she instantly stopped her angry
display and simply patted the rag to my twat."

"Do you mean she had nothing to say to this man after he
intentionally shot his wad in you?"

"All she said was, 'Let's try not to have anymore accidents.'
The next guy pulled out but came on my twat.  Mom got a clean rag
to wipe up the mess, but the guy wouldn't get out of the way.
While she waited patiently, he remained in place and used his
wilting dick to play in his sperm.  Before long, he was stuffing
sperm inside.  He took his time and didn't stop until his dick
gave out.  She then wiped up what little was left outside, while
the men watched with amused grins."

"Uh!  Oh!  Oh yes!"

"She stepped aside for the next guy and went to rinse the rag.
He made no attempt to avoid cumming in my twat.  He actually
announced that he was about to cum, then pulled himself in tight
to put his load deep.  Mom mopped what seeped out and stepped
aside for another who did the same thing, only with more
exaggerated flair, grunting and pumping his sperm deep.  After he
finished cumming, he remained lodged inside, plugging his load of
sperm until his dick went soft."

"Oh!  Oh!  More!"

"The next guy tried to top that.  He spent the whole time jacking
off while rubbing the head of his cock in my spermy cunt lips.
When he was ready to cum, he announced the fact, then centered
his cock at my pussy hole.  He put the head in and pumped his
load out with his fist jacking the shaft."

"Oh, God, I'm going to cum!"

"Daddy was last and determined to top everyone.  He put the head
of his cock in my cunt, than placed Mom's hand on his shaft and
asked her to do her thing.  Mom got into the job after an
uncomfortable start.  She obviously knew her business, because
she knew exactly how to pace the strokes.  Mom's fist banged
against my sloppy twat as she brought Daddy off.  She milked
Daddy's spend into my overflowing snatch."

"Oh Jesus!  OH JESUS!  Oh God, I'm cumming.  I'm cumming sooooo
good."

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