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The man pulled the battered pickup truck up to the curb across
from Tilson High School. He had an 8mm video camera just like
Jim's on the seat beside him. His business cards were strewn
around the cab of the truck: "Jake Hanson, Modelling and Talent
Agent"
He saw the two girls come out of the school about forty-five
minutes after he had parked. He tugged at the lump that was
forming in his pants. He had heard about the gorgeous blonde girl
from a friend at the local bar. She was a real live wire and was
supposedly boffing the school janitor.
The other girl was a boyish athletic type who had a magnetism
of her own.
The blonde was wearing high-cut jeans that accentuated her
hipline. Her ass was a perfect inverted heart. The other girl was
wearing stirrup pants which exaggerated the straighter lines of her
body. They both had jean jackets hiding the charms of their upper
bodies.
He spun the truck around and called out to the girls as they
strutted down the sidewalk. "Excuse me ladies."
Stephanie and Gina turned warily towards the stranger in the
pickup truck. He was a handsome guy in his forties, with a touch
of grey at the temples. He didn't look like the type who would
drive such a busted up vehicle; he looked like an investment banker
or a corporate lawyer without the suit. "Yes?" Gina finally
responded after sizing up the pickup truck driver.
"Can you help me out? I'm looking for a woman named Jill
Porter." The man was intently flipping through a little memobook.
Although Jane shivered for a moment when she heard her
mother's name mentioned, she was willing to find out more from this
stranger. "Who are you?"
As if feeling terrible for forgetting his manners, the guy
dropped the memobook and extended a hand to the beautiful blonde
girl. "Jake Hanson, photographer and agent. Pleased to meet you."
Stephanie reluctantly shook his hand. They were leathery like
Serge's hands, not the average hands of a photographer.
"And you are?" Jake prompted her.
"Stephanie P... uh, this is my friend Gina," she stammered,
not wanting to reveal her last name.
Jake reached down and plucked two business cards off the seat
beside him. "Well, Stephanie Puh, and Gina: here's my business
card. You are both gorgeous women and I'd like you to consider
modelling as a way to make some spare money, or as a full-time
career. "
"What did you want to see Jill Porter about?" Stephanie asked,
leaning more comfortably into the truck's cab now that she had a
handle on this guy. Gina remained back a couple of feet.
He consulted his memobook again. "Well, apparently this Mrs.
Porter has an absolutely stunning daughter named... well, I'll be
damned. You wouldn't happen to be Stephanie Porter would you?"
Gina and Stephanie both smiled when they realized that the
agent was actually looking for Stephanie. "Yes, I am," Stephanie
replied.
"Well, Stephanie, I understand that you're underage... that's
hard to believe... but I'd need your mother's permission to get you
involved in the modelling businessþif you're interested of course."
"Yeah, sure. It sounds great. Is there a lot of money to be
made?"
"It depends. We can talk about all that later. Right now I'd
like to get your mother's permission so we can do a test shoot. Do
you think she'd still be at the office on Elm Street? Otherwise
I'd need you to tell me where you live."
Stephanie had another hint of suspicion. "I think you can
still catch her at the office. We'll meet you there."
The man shrugged. "Still don't trust me, huh? You sure you
don't want a ride?"
"Yeah. We'll meet you there," Stephanie said firmly.
When the pickup truck pulled away in a cloud of exhaust, Gina
hugged her friend and squealed. "You're going to be a star!"
Twenty minutes later, Stephanie, Gina, Jill, and Jake Hanson
were sitting in the little law office on Elm Street where Jill
worked as a legal assistant. Jill had called her brother Jim over
to ensure that this guy was on the up and up. Jim had better
instincts about people and was more world-wise than Jill.
Jim arrived and heard Hanson's whole spiel. He wasn't
completely convinced, but he knew how much money a model could make
and he didn't want to ruin Stephanie's chances.
"Okay, I think you should go ahead and do the test shoot,
honey," Jim finally advised. Stephanie immediately jumped up and
hugged him tightly.
"Oh, Uncle Jim. That's fantastic." She kissed him on the
lips and bounded over to Gina to do a similar ritual of
celebration.
Jim pulled his sister aside and quietly told her what he was
thinking. "Uh, Jill. I'm pretty sure this guy's okay. As he
explained, there's more money in lingerie modelling and even more
in nude modelling. That's what made Jane her fortune. You
wouldn't mind if Stephanie showed off her snazzy little body would
you?"
Jill smiled. "I know you wouldn't mind, you dirty old man.
No, I suppose she's grown up now, and I'm going to have to start
accepting these things."
"Well, sis, I'll go along on the test shoot just to be sure
Hanson's not some kind of psycho."
Jill grabbed her brother's arm. She pleaded, "Don't let
anything happen to my baby."
"Why the fuck would I?" Jim roughly grabbed his sister and
pulled her very close to him. He breathed hotly into her face.
"Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to her."
Jill gulped and kissed her brother on the lips, lingering for
a moment longer than most people would have considered appropriate.
It seemed Jim had a sexual hold even over his own sister. He
winked at her when they parted and hustled Stephanie and Gina out
to the car.
Hanson got into his own car and they followed him to the
studio.
It was a modest red brick warehouse with a glass door on one
corner that opened into a tiny foyer with a desk. A black girl
with huge breasts was leaning back in a chair behind the desk. She
was wearing a shoulderless t-shirt and a red leather skirt. Her
jaws moved vigourously as she tried to destroy the wad of gum in
her mouth; she looked down occasionally to check on the progress
she was making with an emery board on her long red fingernails.
Jim was immediately aroused by the lascivious smirks she threw
in his direction.
The Jake Hanson Agency apparently employed this black bitch to
scare away potential clients. She was crass and aloof, not saying
a word to anyone when they filed by into the studio. But then
there were the looks that she gave Jim.
"You guys go on ahead," Jim suggested. "I just have to make
a phone call." He hung back until they went through the door and
then turned to the silent gum-chewing receptionist and said, "Can
I use your phone?"
Without a word, she fell forward in her chair and spun the
phone around to face him. Then she leaned back again and continued
to work on her nails.
Jim moved around the desk and sat on the corner closest to
her, turning the phone back around again. She stopped toiling over
her nails when she realized how close he wasþhis calf was almost
touching her thigh. "Can't you dial standing up?"
Jim stopped dialing. He calmly placed the receiver in its
cradle and looked into her eyes. She was a beautiful woman, behind
all that makeup and jewellery.
His steely stare made her look back at her nails in a matter
of moments.
Jim sized her up, then said, "What kind of customer service
have you been taught? Are you always such a complete bitch?"
She looked up angrily. "What the fuck do you know?" After a
pause, her whole sob story poured out: "I hate this shitty job. If
they gave me a chance I could make them a lot of money, but Jake
won't even take my picture. He only likes white girls."
Jim smiled. "So you work for a bigot? If it makes you feel
any better, I think you're fucking gorgeous."
She smiled at that. "You really think so mister?"
He nodded. "Maybe you just dress like such a tramp, he hasn't
noticed. All that makeup, and the slutty outfit... well it just
makes a guy want to fuck you, not take pictures of you."
She stood up beside him, pressing her warm soft bosom against
his arm. "You ever fucked a nigger before, mister?" She reached
down and toyed with his fly.
He grabbed her by both wrists. "Give me a chance, you big-
titted black bitch, I'll fuck you better than you've ever been
fucked before." His cock was getting hard and he placed her hand
back on the swelling to the right of his fly. She unzipped his
pants and managed to tug his stiffening dick out.
"You don't have much of a pecker there, mister. How are you
going to fill up my big black gash with that puny thing?"
It was the first time a woman had ridiculed the size of his
cock. Jim was silent for a moment. He thought about how Jane had
marvelled at the "hugeness" of his cock when she saw for the first
time. Was all that a charade? Was his pole really puny? Or did
this chick get it from elephant-sized black men all the time?
She seemed happy enough to stroke it into full hardness, and
he put his self-consciousness away for now.
She pulled off her t-shirt and unhooked her bra. Her tits
were truly astonishing. The chocolate watermelons were tipped with
huge black aureoles and thick stubs of nipple. She gathered up the
flesh in her palms and rolled the nipples between her thumb and
forefinger. "You like?"
"Yeah," he said, dipping his head to pop one of the stubs into
his mouth. He stopped long enough to ask her name.
"Giselle." She moaned and squeezed his dick slightly. "I bet
when you were a baby, your mama let you keep sucking until long
after you were fed. I bet it made her cunt buzz as much as it
makes mine."
Jim reached down and shoved his hand roughly under the red
leather skirt. "By the way, I'm Jim." He felt her tiny soaking
panties and pushed them aside. In a flash he had three fingers
plowing into a slick, meaty slot.
He had completely forgotten about Stephanie and Gina, but now
he heard the distant thump of a bass speaker and he knew that
Hanson was gearing up for the shoot.
When Hanson led Stephanie and Gina into the basement, he
immediately showed them the changeroom and told them to choose any
one of the costumes on the racks.
Before he left to set up the studio, he said: "For this shoot
we're looking for something sexy, sleazy, and slutty. That's the
look. If you can pull it off, you'll be on your way."
As soon as Jake left the stunned pair, Gina squealed and said:
"Oh my God! Are we actually going to do nude modelling? I mean I
know it's the highest paying, but this is too much! The guy's a
pervert."
"He couldn't be any worse than Serge. And I like Serge."
Gina shook her head. "Serge is gross. I don't know why you
sucked his cock. I mean any guy who's turned on by pissing on you
is too gross for me. Too gross period."
"Oh, come on Gina. We've talked about golden showers and
stuff like that before. You never said it was gross before."
"Yeah... well, I don't know..." Gina thought about it while
she took off her jean jacket and untucked her polo shirt from the
stirrup pants. Stephanie was already naked from the waist up and
was squirming out of her jeans. Gina watched her friend's ample
breasts jiggle with the effort. "By the wayþtotally off-topicþI
can't believe how big your cans have gotten since last year."
Stephanie straightened up, her jeans down at her knees. "You
like them? I think the nipples are too big." She pushed the flesh
of her tits up toward the wide aureoles. Then she thought about
how Serge had been fascinated by her titsþand how he'd wanted his
trickle of piss to flow between them.
Gina pulled off the polo shirt and her own little bra. She
held her own breasts the same way Stephanie was and compared. "I
guess your nipples are pretty big, but I think they look fine on
cans the size of yours."
"Thanks. They're nothing compared to that black chick out
front, though eh?"
"I know. They were huge!" Gina gasped. "Did you see the way
she was looking at your uncle?"
"He's probably boffing her right now. Uncle Jim's quite a
stud, you know." Stephanie was casually holding up various
costumes to her bare chest.
"God, I know. He sure turns me on. Do you really think he'd
screw that receptionist?" Gina was trying on a waitress costume.
"If she let him. And my aunt wouldn't mind. She was telling
me about how they mess around with other people and still love each
other. I think it's kind of weird, but they seem pretty happy."
Gina pondered for a moment. "I know my dad would like that
kind of arrangement. He's always staring at women on the street."
"Hey," Stephanie said as she finished stripping, "do you think
Mr. Hanson is a good photographer? You know those pictures in
Penthouse always make the girls look so good... I wonder if we'll
be improved as much by his photos."
Although Jim's cock was throbbing wildly and his fingers were
coated with Giselle's juice, he felt he'd better keep an eye on his
niece like he promised.
"Listen, baby, I've got to watch the shoot. You want to join
me, or what?"
Giselle pouted and tugged at his pecker again. "Don't I get
a chance to try this little white pickle out? I was actually
starting to look forward to it."
"Why don't you come into the studio and suck me while I watch
my niece do her modelling?" Jim anticipated being able to find a
reasonable hiding spot in the studio.
He led the agreeable Giselle down to the basement.
"Okay, ladies," Jake Hanson called as Stephanie and Gina
stepped into the studio, wearing red silk robes with Hanson Studios
printed on the backs. "Come on out into the light and I'll explain
the shoot."
Stephanie pulled Gina's arm and they made their way over to
Jake.
"So," Jake said as he fiddled with one of the cameras, "what
did you two babes decide to wear under those robes. I hope
Stephanie wore something that shows off those fabulous titties, and
Gina, your ass should be focal point of your costume." He winked
at Gina. "Actually, Gina, I'm an ass man myself."
Gina smiled awkardly back. "Well... we're both wearing
bikinis. Nothing special."
Jake clucked his tongue. "Nothing special? Well then, I hope
you two don't mind if I get a hard-on while we shoot. Show me your
bikinis."
Stephanie and Gina slowly slipped off the robes, each one
closely following the other's progress. Finally they stood in
front of Jake with the bikinisþStephanie in red and Gina in blue.
Jake ogled their breasts shamelessly, then absently tugged at
his lengthening dick. Gina shook her head and watched for
Stephanie's reaction to Jake's lewdness.
"Okay, ladies," Jake said, clearing his throat, "you look
great. Okay... uh... when I'm shooting, I like to be able to get
quick response from my models. To get you to pose the way I want,
I sometimes use... well... dirty words. Do you mind that?"
Gina frowned. "Like what?"
"Well..." Jake hesitated.
"Like you've already said: `tits' and `ass'?" Stephanie asked,
looking to see if her Uncle was in earshot.
Jake beamed. "Or dirtier even."
"Sure, I guessþat least I don't mind. Do you Gina?"
"Hey," she said, "it won't be any worse than what we overhear
in halls at school."
"Great!" Jake said, rubbing his hands together and once again
tugging at his crotch.
Jim settled in to an armchair off to one side of the studio.
It was behind the backdrop, so Stephanie and Gina couldn't see him,
but it was in full view of Jake. Giselle didn't seem to mind
having her boss as an audience, because she stripped naked and fell
to her knees in front of the padded chair.
Jim fed her his dick discreetly, watching Jake work.
Jake was distracted for only a moment by the sight of
Giselle's shapely black ass spread out with her head beyond that,
bobbing in Jim's lap. Then he turned his attention to the two
young beauties in the beach scenario he had painted on the
backdrop.
He had given them both tall glasses of orange juice, complete
with little white umbrellas, crooked straws, and ice cubes.
"Okay, girls. Sip the juice, and smile at each other. You're
on holiday. You're alone, but you want to make this a sex filled
vacation, so you're looking for men all the time." He started
snapping shots as the girls settled into the scenario he was
creating.
Jim smiled. This Hanson guy was pretty good at what he did.
When the girls finished the juice, Jake collected the glasses.
"Okay, ladies. The vacation isn't going as well as you had hoped.
You were hoping you'd have snagged some men by now. You're bored."
He kicked at a switch with his foot and a huge fan started up,
blowing Stephanie's long blonde hair around. The girls giggled and
pretended to struggled against the artificial gale. "I call this
part, Gone With the Wind," Jake explained.
Jane called Patrick to tell him about the new contract she had
signed with Ogilvy/Mather. She was very excited and had called
everyone in her family; nobody had been home so far.
But Patrick picked up after six rings.
"Hello?"
"Hi Patrick. It's Jane."
"Hi." He sounded out of breath.
"Guess what? I just signed a huge contract with
Ogilvy/Mather. You know that ad agency I've been trying to land
for years. It's worth potential millions in business."
"Way to go sis," he huffed.
"Did you run to the phone? You sound winded."
Patrick paused for a moment and Jane heard a female giggle in
the background. "Yeah, it was a real struggle to get to the
phone."
"Sorry I called at a bad time. Are you doing nasty things
with Rachel?"
She heard Patrick shooing Rachel out of the room. "We were
working up quite a sweat. She can't get enough of my prick. Every
time I fuck her, she begs me to shove it up her ass. Can you
believe it, sis?"
"You're a pig, Patrick. I'm not letting you get all horny and
perverted like you did that one time on the phone with me. Try to
keep in mind that I'm your sister."
Patrick was stroking his prick, imagining his sister sidling
up to wrap her luscious lips around it. "But Rachel is such a
slut, I had to tell you about it."
"Well, I called to tell you about my new contract. I didn't
expect you to get all worked up about Rachel. Do you always get
this out of breath during sex? Maybe you should start working
out."
Patrick exhaled deeply. "Very funny. If you came to the gym
with me, I'd start working out."
"I work out at home. I hate going to the gym because
everyone's so into themselves." Truthfully, Jane felt a little
self conscious at the gym because of all the musclebound men
staring at her.
"I think everyone would be into you if you showed up in
Spandex. Some of the guys would want to be into you in a very
literal way."
She feigned a Southern Belle's accent: "Why Patrick Brighton,
you ol' devil. You certainly know how to charm a little lady don't
you?"
He guffawed on the other end of the line, but he was still
fiddling with his dick. "And the little lady, since she's my
sister, probably wouldn't want to hear about how there's a droplet
oozing out of the end of my dick right now."
"God, Patrick, you pig! Are talking about that pre-cum fluid?
That clear stuff?" Jane willed herself not to touch her pussy,
even though it was starting to quiver.
"Yep. And I think there's also a little bit of Rachel's shit
clinging to the head of my cock. She's such a dirty girl."
Patrick laughed as he purposely grossed out his sister.
His attempt backfired. Even as she chastised him for being "a
disgusting little freak," Jane's mind jumped to the anonymous
pervert on the tape. She thought about her brother fucking his
girlfriend up the ass. And she thought about the little slut
spinning around in the middle of the fuck to lick her own shit off
Patrick's dick. She leaned back in her desk chair to revel in the
fantasy, flipping up her skirt to gain access to her silk-covered
mound.
"Well Jane, you're so pure and perfect. I bet you keep your
asshole completely shit-free, don't you sis," Patrick taunted.
She laughed, pressing her hand more firmly into her crotch.
"Actually, I don't even bother wiping my ass because my shit is as
clean as snow." She paused, stifling her giggles. Then she asked,
"How come every time we get on the phone these days we end up
talking about my butt?"
"I guess it's always on my mind. Even earlier when I was
drilling Rachel's ass I was thinking about yours."
"Well, you little pervert, I'm sure Rachel's ass feels pretty
much the same as mine." Jane pulled the crotch of her panties
aside and slid her middle finger into the moist folds of her cunt.
Patrick was similarly stroking his prick, but then Rachel
walked back into the room. Jane heard her exclaim: "God, Patrick,
what are you and your sister talking about? Are you guys talking
about incest or something?"
"Shut up," Patrick said. "We weren't talking about anything,
but I just noticed that I had some of your shit on the end of my
cock and Jane thought that was pretty gross. That's all."
"Let me see," Rachel demanded, kneeling in front of Patrick
and inspecting his dick closely. "There's no shit on here." She
sniffed along the length of his shaft. "But it sure smells like my
ass." She grinned up wickedly at him, inhaling deeply. "Are you
going to tell your sister that your cock smells like my asshole,
Patrick?"
Patrick grinned wickedly and non-chalantly relayed that
information: "She says my cock smells like her asshole."
Jane gasped, plunging her fingers deeper into her pussy. But
she attempted to keep up appearances: "You're both disgusting."
"Well, sis, I've got to go, this bitch is getting all worked
up and I think she'll need a pole up her ass again."
"Patrick! Make her beg before you stick it in that dirty
little hole. See you later, you sick pervert," Jane said, failing
to suppress a grin and dug her fingers deeper into her cunt.
Jane strode purposefully into her office the following Monday
morning. Her stride made her breasts bounce saucily under the
clinging blue satin of her blouse. And that attracted the
attention of the square-jawed man waiting patiently by the
reception desk.
Lara was flipping idly through a trade magazine, but seemed to
snap to attention when Jane approached. She tucked an errant
strand of hair behind her ear and said, "Ms. Calwell, Mr. Phillipe
Laroque is here from Penthouse Magazine. He would like to discuss
a project with our firm."
Without batting an eye, Jane switched her attache case to her
left hand so she could shake hands with the handsome Laroque.
"Pleased to meet you Mr. Laroque. Please come in and we'll discuss
your needs." Jane indicated her office and waited for the man to
take the hint that she wanted him to go ahead of her. When he did,
she turned to Lara and whispered tersely, "Bring the sample book."
Sensing that her boss was very anxious about getting the
Penthouse contract, Lara smiled and jumped into action.
Jane followed Laroque through the doorway, looking back to
make sure Lara was still hustling her perfect little butt toward
the fileroom.
"Well, Mr. Laroque," Jane started as she perched elegantly on
the corner of her desk, strategically above the man in the chair in
front of her, "how do you see Penthouse using the services of
Visual Treasury?"
Laroque cleared his throat, tearing his eyes up from the sleek
legs that flowed out from the slit in Jane's skirt. "Well, Miss
Calwellþ"
"Mrs. Calwell. But call me Jane, please." She held up her
left hand to display her slim band of gold.
"Yes..." he seemed disappointed. "We know of you through your
work with Terrence Houston." He cleared his throat again; the nude
shots she had done with Terry seemed to have that effect. Jane
giggled inwardly.
"And?" Jane prompted.
"Well, we'd like to discuss a travel section that we feel may
become a regular feature. Unfortunately, while we have accepted
several freelance articles, the pictures, quite frankly, are shit."
He seemed embarrassed to use profanity in her presence.
Smiling, Jane added: "And you can't shine shit, can you Mr.
Laroque?"
As if sharing use of scatological terms made them kin, Laroque
smiled and said, "Call me Phil, please. I think your library of
landscape photos could help immensely."
As if on cue, Lara knocked and entered with the large sample
book. When she hefted it up onto Jane's desk, she leaned over it
for a moment to recover from the weight. With the top three
buttons of her blouse undone, Laroque could easily take note of her
creamy pair of 38s. Jane suppressed a smile, as she noticed both
Lara's exposed cleavage and Phil's reaction.
When Lara left, Jane stood up and motioned Phil towards the
sample book. "My husband loves your magazine," she said, then
laughingly added, "He calls it Cunthouse. But I'm sure there's
plenty of room for standard travel shots." She opened the book to
the landscape section.
Phil looked strangely up at the woman who had just used one of
the foulest words in the English language to describe a part of her
own anatomy. Then he shrugged it off and stood to join her at the
sample book.
Some beautiful, but postcard-like, shots were first in the
section. "We'd like something a little more out of the ordinary,"
Laroque said.
Jane noticed how close Phil was standing to her. She felt his
breath against her collarbone as they leaned over the book
together.
She flipped the page andþgasped. Two photos she had never
seen before had been inserted into the clear plastic sleeves. The
pictures were pornographic to say the least, but she was too
shocked to turn the page to hide them from Laroque. They both sat
staring at the two images: one of a black woman squeezing a
sizeable turd into a white woman's mouth, and another of a white
man pissing into the same black woman's face.
Laroque recovered first. "Uh, Jane, I don't think this is
quite what we're looking for." He smiled, but Jane could see the
underlying uncertainty.
She hurriedly flipped the page and cleared her throat. "I
honestly have no idea how those got in there." Oh course she did
have some idea: it must have been the mysterious pervert who had
introduced himself on her tape recorder.
Phil gently grabbed her hand and flipped the book open to the
offensive page again. "You've got to admit that you don't see
pictures like this every day." He did not immediately release her
hand when the page was open. She felt his palm sweating.
She swallowed hard, but stayed quiet. He pussy was juicing up
despite the bizarre circumstances. Hell, judging by recent
experiences, her pussy was juicing up because of the bizarre
circumstances.
Phil traced his index finger along the arc of male urine in
the right-hand photo. "What kind of a slut would let a guy do
this?"
Jane thought of the time she had found Lara and her lover
discussing just that. She glanced down at Phil's crotch and
noticed a lump forming. Perhaps he was as turned on as she was.
"Are the pictures turning you on, or am I?" she asked softly,
nodding at his hard-on.
He blushed instantly. "I think a little of both, Jane."
She slid her palms up the front of his suit, under the lapels.
"Would you like to do something about it? I can't promise I'll let
you pee on my face, but I'm sure I'll make it worth your while."
She looked into his icy eyes and detected raw passion lurking just
below the surface.
His eyebrows rose in surprise. "What about your husband?"
"Phil, don't worry. He knows I'm a bit of slut." She parted
her lips and lifted her face for a kiss.
Phil obliged with a wet, open-mouthed slurp that sent a quiver
deep into her belly. His tongue held great promise; Jane started
working on ideas to get it between her legs.
"Mmmmm," Jane purred, "you have an eager little mouth. I just
bet you'd like to pop my titties in there."
Phil made a face indicating that he'd love to and Jane started
unbuttoning her blouse.
"I noticed you sure liked my receptionist's titties. I'm
afraid mine aren't as big, but they'll have to do." She pulled her
shirt sensuously open and cupped her lace-covered boobs, pincing
the nipples between thumb and forefinger.
"Why don't you call her in here? She looked like a hot little
tramp." Phil grabbed Jane's hips and sneered his last words as he
ground his crotch into hers.
"You'd love that wouldn't you? I bet you're surrounded by
beautiful, willing women all the time, working at Penthouse." She
looked down at her own cleavage, assessing how it would stack up
against the big-busted centerfolds she'd seen.
"Actually, that's not exactly true. It's mostly business in
our office. I'd get very few opportunities for... diversions like
this." He pulled her blouse off and leaned in to inhale the
perfumed cleft between her tits. "By the way, Jane, do you like to
suck cock?"
Jane's eyes flashed up at him. Even though she was partly
undressed in front of this virtual stranger, she never expected him
to be so forward. "Well, Phil... I think you'll have to wait to
find out. I've been known to let a prick get between my lips once
in a while."
She felt him squeeze her ass again through the thin material
of her skirt. Then he started to tug at the zipper. "Can I see a
little more of you, Jane? Your tits are a real turn on, but I like
going for the meat of the matter."
Jane smiled and submitted to his pawing hands, shimmying her
hips so the skirt pooled neatly around her ankles. "Men!" she said
in mock exasperation, "You're all alike."
She put her hands on her hips and Phil stepped back to take in
the gorgeous package he had unwrapped. In her bra, panties,
garter, stockings, and pumps, Jane was an object of sinful desire.
Phil's dick pulsed in response. "Your husband's a lucky man, Mrs.
Calwell. Yep, he's one lucky fucker."
She took a step towards him with her arms extended. "I think
you're about to become a lucky fucker, Phil. I'm feeling an
overwhelming urge to get stuffed with cock."
Without a word, Phil unbuckled his dress pants and let them
fall to the floor. Next he pulled his boxers off and stood in his
suit jacket, tie, and dress shirt, proudly displaying his sizable
pole of veiny flesh. Jane inhaled sharply with excitement; she
hadn't expected such an immediate response.
"Wow, Phil, I'm impressed. Now I'm really feeling the urge."
She stepped forward again, her outstretched hand almost touching
Phil's impressive member.
Grasping the base of his cock to further engorge it, Phil
asked, "Is there any particular orifice that's feeling the urge
more than any other."
Before she could tell Phil that her asshole did seem to be
buzzing a little more that usual, Lara opened the door in a rush.
Everyone froze.
Lara's face was a comic combination of lust and shock. She
saw Mr. Laroque's distended prick and her boss's state of undress
and it flushed her face cherry red. She stammered an apology and
turned to leave.
"Hold it, Lara!" Jane commanded, "Stay put and shut the door.
I want to tell you a little story."
With some effort, Lara pushed the door closed and turned
around, eyes abjectly riveted to the floor. "Yes, Mrs. Calwell?"
"Sit down, Lara." Jane pointed to a chair and winked slyly at
Phil, who stood calmly by with his prick pulsing in front of him.
"Do you often entertain male friends in the office?"
Confused by the question, Lara stayed silent.
"Male, black friends?" Jane prompted.
Lara looked up, her confusion giving way to fear. "Oh, Mrs.
Calwell... I've only done that a couple of times." The big-chested
brunette worried a loose thread on the hem of her skirt.
"Well, I'm doing it today. I hope you don't mind. But I must
say," Jane motioned for Phil to follow her to where Lara was
sitting, "I was impressed with the way you took that huge black guy
in your mouth without choking. And the way you didn't even flinch
when he asked to piss in your face. You must be quite an expert."
Phil was right in front of Lara when she looked up in reaction
to the shocking details Jane had revealed. Her alarmed expression
was greeted by a fully-bloated cock, with a droplet of jism forming
at the tip. Her alarm turned to curiosity.
As if in answer to her questioning look, Jane said, "Go ahead,
Lara, suck on it. I want to see you in action again."
Lara looked up at Phil; she had a hungry look now. "Would it
be okay, Mr. Laroque?"
"I'd like nothing better," Phil replied, pushing his hips
forward so that the head of his cock bumped against her nose.
She giggled and merrily popped the man's prick into her soft
wet mouth. Jane knelt beside them for a close-up view of the
blowjob. In the process she sniffed at Phil's manly scent. It was
a heady mixture of sweat and cologne. She couldn't wait to taste
him herself.
Lara was slurping away with gusto. She had managed to work
one of her hands between Phil's legs. Ostensibly she was massaging
his balls, but Jane soon realized that the little slut was trying
to work a finger into the crack of his ass.
Jane whispered to Lara, excluding Phil from the conversation,
"You're such a slut! Don't make him cum too quickly. I want a
taste too."
Lara did her best to smile at Jane around the fleshy blockage
in her mouth. Suddenly she let the rigid member flip out from
between her lips and sit there pulsing wetly. "Go for it, Mrs.
Calwell."
Jane pulled the stiff prick towards her mouth, noting that
Lara kept that probing hand between Phil's thighs. First, to clean
off Lara's saliva, Jane licked in long, sensual strokes. Finally
she slipped the hot tube between her own lips and bobbed for all
she was worth.
To catch her balance as she became enthralled in her sucking
task, Jane reached for Lara. She found the young woman a soft and
willing plaything as well as a support. Soon, using just one hand,
Jane had pulled open Lara's blouse and undone her bra. The melons
beneath were even more spectacular to feel than to merely see.
With her free hand, Jane reached around behind Phil and
checked on Lara's progress into his asshole. Sure enough, Jane
found Lara's middle finger inserted deeply into the man's rectum.
With no lubrication, this must have been quite a feat, and Jane
patted Lara's hand to express her praise.
Robbed of a warm tight male asshole to finger, Jane moved that
hand to her own neglected privates. The excitement and newness of
the experience had soaked the crotch of her panties. She pulled
them aside and side three fingers into the overheated slit of her
cunt.
"He's cumming, I think," Lara whispered.
Feeling the tugs herself, Jane took her mouth off the eager
fuckpole, but continued pumping it with her fist. "Can I make him
cum on your tits?" Jane asked.
With a grin, Lara replied, "Wow! Don't you want it for
yourself, Mrs. Calwell?"
Jane shrugged, and directed Phil's gaping pisshole towards
Lara's chest, still pumping. Lara enthusiastically pressed her
tits together and arched her back to receive the coveted effluvium.
She was not disappointed. In moments, Phil grunted out stream
after stream of hot, sticky semen. It landed in pearly strings
across Lara's wide expanse of titflesh, coating her big nipples
with milky goop.
"Oooo," Lara cooed, "that's nice. Mr. Laroque, your cum feels
sooo good." She proceeded to massage it into her skin like a
precious lotion.
Jane continued to pump and squeeze Phil's dick to coax out the
last few droplets of semen. She flicked away the final few drops
with her tongue, keeping Lara's breasts in her peripheral view.
Her dick-pumping hand was the one that had disrobed Lara, and her
other hand was still busy goosing the hot slit between her legs.
But suddenly Jane stood up, rearranging her panties. She
stood beside Phil and whispered in his ear. This time it was Lara
who was excluded. "Do you need to take a leak, Phil? I think Lara
would make a pretty little toilet, don't you?"
Phil's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He thought back to the
picture in the sample book and imagined himself urinating on the
sweet young girl who was already whitewashed with his semen. A
smile crept over his face and he whispered back to Jane: "I do kind
of need to piss. Do you think she's enough of a slut to go for
it?"
Jane shrugged and leaned down to caringly lift Lara to her
feet. "Okay, Lara, sweetheart. Did you like that little cumbath?"
"It was great, Mrs. Calwell. I think we should entertain
clients like this all the time." She was still toying with her
semen-coated breasts.
"Mr. Laroque needs one more big favour, though. He would like
you to join us in my washroom so we can all get cleaned up. I
think we could all use a shower after that hot sex. What do you
say?"
Lara looked doubtful, but Jane discovered why when Lara said
simply, "I don't think we can all fit in your shower, Mrs.
Calwell."
Leading Lara by the hand towards the executive bathroom of her
office, Jane calmly said, "You're probably right. We'll have to
take turns, but we can watch each other."
Lara seemed happy with that, and she began stripping off the
rest of her clothes as Phil's anticipation grew with each passing
second. He whispered to Jane: "Don't let her turn on the tap.
I'll provide all the hot water she'll need for the first little
while."
Jane shook with anticipation herself. She was co-ordinating
a real live golden shower. She'd often read about them, and Jim
would joke about them frequently, but she'd never tried it. Now
she's see first hand what all the fuss was about. Jane wondered:
Would it stink? She doubted it... she'd smelled Jim's piss while
he'd voided into the toilet, and it never grossed her out.
All she really felt was anticipation.
Yet in the back of her mind she was balancing what she was
about to do with things her husband had coaxed her into in the
past. His latest fascination with little Debbie was just one of
his long list of perversions that she willingly co-operated with.
She couldn't deny that each one turned her on in some way, but
brief flashes of guilt hit her every now and then. She recalled
the time that Jim had told her to go into the washroom on the bus
they were riding and take off her panties. Then he proceeded to
diddle her with a carrot from their lunch, all to the delight of
the young teenage boy sitting beside them. She thought about the
sinful conversations she'd had with her brother, after Jim
suggested that Patrick wanted to have sex with her. She also
remembered the numerous lesbian encounters she'd engaged in at
Jim's urging.
Jane returned to the present with the clear thought that this
was the first time that she had taken a leap without her husband.
It was a thrilling and unnerving event.
"Okay Lara, get in the shower, but don't turn on the water
yet," Jane instructed. "I think Phil wants to show you
something..."
Phil stepped up to the open door of the shower stall. "Kneel
down, baby," he requested quietly.
A trace of awareness passed across Lara's face. "Are you
doing what I think you're doing?"
Jane put her arm around Phil's shoulders, presenting a united
front. "What do you think he's doing, Lara?"
Lara, sinking to her knees, bowed her head in a woeful way and
whispered, "Pissing on me."
Jane cupped Lara's chin and lifted her face back up. "Don't
you want to feel his warm wet piss pouring all over your face and
tits?"
"Not on my face. He can do it on my tits, but not my face."
An electric tension built up as Lara waited patiently for her
shower. Phil smiled wickedly at Jane, indicating that the stream
was about to begin. As for Jane, she slid her hand up and down
over the soggy front panel of her panties, anxiously awaiting the
perverted show.
When the stream arrived, it was a little disappointing for
Jane. She had expected a gushing stream like her own. Phil's piss
trickled out in a sporadic flow, sometimes simply dripping to the
floor without hitting Lara at all. But the way Lara writhed around
when the stream did hit her demonstrated that she was actually
enjoying it.
"Oh, you little slut," Jane hissed at Lara, "you love being
degraded like this don't you?"
"Yesss," Lara hissed back. "I'm nothing but trash. Piss on
me."
The stream of golden derision dwindled into droplets and then
was gone. Phil shook his flaccid member in Lara's direction and
hugged Jane close to him with his other arm. "I think she really
enjoyed that."
Jane nodded and held out a hand to help Lara up.
Although Lara's baleful expression remained, she seemed to
glow with excitement as she wiped off Phil's smelly liquid with a
towel. "I need a real shower now I guess," Lara said. "But
anytime you want to get off like this again, Mr. Laroque, just call
me."
Jane kissed Phil and then pulled Lara's face to her own. But
the kiss with her receptionist was more passionate than she had
intended; it was Jane's thanks for introducing her into a
netherworld of extreme sexual perversion.
Jim came in Giselle's mouth and then zipped up his pants. The
black woman was disappointed that he hadn't fucked her, but she was
satisfied with the raincheck he gave her.
Stephanie and Gina were exhausted after the shoot and Jim went
on and on about how proud he was of the both of them. Stephanie
rested in the crook of her uncle's arm as they drove back to the
Porter house.
"And what was really neat," Gina was saying, "is that Jake
never even asked us to take off the bikinis. We got paid $100 each
and we didn't even have to get naked."
Jim nodded in understanding and agreement, but he felt he
didn't know Gina well enough to add comments of his own. He did,
however, stroke Stephanie's hair and glance down the front of her
blouse a number of times as they drove home.
Jill was watching TV when her brother brought Stephanie and
Gina home. She immediately switched off the set and greeted them
at the door.
"So?" she asked excitedly, "How did it go?"
"Great," Jack answered for them. "They're naturals."
"You two sure look excited," Jill commented.
Gina and Stephanie hugged each other in a gale of pent-up
laughter. Finally Stephanie composed herself enough to say: "It
was really fun. And we didn't end up taking off all our clothes."
"When will I get to see the pictures?"
"I don't know, Mom. Next week sometime."
Jill pouted. "That's a long way off. For some reason I
thought you'd bring some home to show me. Can you at least give me
a demostration of the types of photos Mr. Hansen posed you for?"
"I've got an idea," Jim said. "Sis, why don't you get your
camera and I'll take some more shots of Stephanie and Gina. You
can see exactly what it was like."
Jill beamed. "That would be great. What do you say girls?"
In unison, Stephanie and Gina said, "Sure."
The rec room in Jill's basement provided a reasonable photo
studio. Jill sat discreetly in one corner and watched her brother
direct the show.
"Okay, ladies, what are we selling today?" Jim asked, casually
holding the camera at chest level. "You pick the product."
The two scrumptuous teens were totally relaxed þ a far cry
from the fit of nerves they felt at the Hansen Studio. Gina
giggled and joked that they should advertise lingerie.
Stephanie added, "Or a nude beach."
Jill intervened. "You're pretty anxious to take off your
clothes aren't you, you two?"
"Come on, Mom. It's just Uncle Jim. He's seen me naked lots
of times."
"Maybe when you were a little girl, but not recently." Jill
punched Jim's arm playfully, "You might give the old guy a heart
attack."
"I think I can handle it, Jill," Jim shot back.
"Oh I'm sure you could... with both hands," Jill joked.
The girls laughed, but were cut off when Jim gruffly said,
"Take off your jackets." They complied immediately.
Jim started snapping occasional shots. "Okay, Gina, stand
behind Stephanie and put your hand on her stomach, like a hug."
Gina moved into position and Stephanie giggled. "Don't tickle
me," she gasped.
"Okay," Jim said, "now, Steph, unbutton your blouse."
"Oooo," Jill teased, "is this where we get to the naughty
bits?"
Stephanie ignored her mother. Staring straight into the
camera, she provocatively undid each button. Gina cooperatively
moved her hand as more and more flesh was exposed. Stephanie's bra
virtually overflowed with the creamy flesh of her tits.
"Gina, put your hand back on Steph's stomach," Jim commanded.
Gina grinned crookedly and whispered to Stephanie: "I think
I'm going to get a chance to feel exactly how big your tits are...
the way this is going, anyway." The heat from Stephanie's soft
flat stomach was exciting to Gina.
"Should I take off my bra Uncle Jim?"
Jim felt a surge of blood in his loins. "That would be great,
as long as your mom says it's OK."
Jill shook her head in resignation. "As if I have any say in
the matter. Besides, I think I'd like to see what a woman my
little girl has become."
Th bra fastened at the front so Stephanie neatly unhooked it
and took it off with her blouse. Gina provided eager assistance
and Jim kept snapping random shots.
The sexy blonde's teenage breasts were tipped with hardened
little rosy nubs that demonstrated her state of arousal. Jim moved
closer to capture their nubile essence on film.
Gina slid both hands around in front of Stephanie. The blonde
arched back to greet her friend. It made an incredibly sexy sight.
Gina's hands rose up to cup the mounds of flesh on Stephanie's
chest, tweaking the nipples between her fingers.
Jim's cock was hard, but he forced himself to ignore it.
Still, when he caught his sister looking down at his crotch, he
wondered if she had noticed the prominent lump.
Indeed, Jill had seen the lump form in her brother's pants.
It made her feel strange to be in such a situation, but she too was
getting turned on.
"Do you like your friend's tits, Gina?" Jim asked as he
snapped away.
"Aren't they great?" Gina replied. "I sure wish mine were so
bodacious." She tweaked the nipples extra hard and Stephanie
squealed.
"That was good," Jill said. "It made Stephanie's face... full
of character."
"Do it again, Gina," Jim coaxed. Gina pinched again;
Stephanie reacted. But Jim wanted more. "Harder!"
Gina viciously yanked at Stephanie's nipples. The blonde
screamed and doubled over. "Shit that hurts."
Jill watched her daughter and decide the effect was too good
to worry about a little pain. "Do it again, Gina. But bite her
this time."
Wondering why her mother was putting her through this,
Stephanie scowled for a moment. Then she saw her uncle with the
camera and she brightened up. Gina, on the other hand, was
hesitating to put her friend through any more pain.
"It's okay, Gina," Stephanie assured her, "It will make for
some great shots."
Looking concerned, Gina asked, "Are you sure? Even if you
don't mind the pain, I'm not sure I should be putting your tit in
my mouth. It's kind of a lesbian move don't you think?"
Jim was getting impatient. He lowered the camera. "Just bite
her titties like her mother said. It won't kill you."
Jill shrugged as if to say, "I told you so." She winked at
her brother and watched what the girls would do next.
Jane was at home trying to concentrate on writing up a
proposal for a new client with offices in twenty-one countries
around the world. She was trying to put a sufficiently
international flavour into the text. But her most European thought
was of Phillipe Laroque pissing all over Lara.
Finally deciding to record her random thoughts, she grabbed
the mini-cassette recorder from her attach‚ case. But before she
pushed record, she decided to check the tape for anymore messages
from her perverted secret admirer.
Several seconds of blank tape made her almost give up, but
suddenly she heard a change in the hiss on the tape. A new voice
emanated from the tiny speaker. It was not her original pervert,
but this one was just as raunchy.
"Hello, Jane, you hot little slimy cunt. I hear you like it
dirty. My friends tell me that they'd lick the shit out of your
asshole and you'd love it. Is that true, slut? Would you like a
man to lick your ass after you took a shit?
"Well, I'm not going to do it. You can lick the shit out of
my asshole, though, if you want. I'd like that. Then I'd jerk off
and cum all over your pretty face. Then I'd piss on you. I think
you'd like the warm feeling of my piss running between those hot
tits of yours."
Jane imagined the faceless man unleashing a stream of urine
the way Phil had for Lara. Only this time she was the recipient of
the golden shower. It made her belly tighten and her juices flow.
She was sitting at her desk in a flimsy cotton robe. She felt
the dampness spread quickly out from her crotch, sticking her to
the leather office chair. "Damn!" she cursed, spreading her legs
and clenching her asscheeks to raise herself up.
The tape suddenly stoppedþthe normal hiss returned.
Forcing herself not to play with her cunt, Jane jotted a few
notes down about the proposal. Then she fled for the upstairs
bathroom and started filling the large Jacuzzi tub. She tossed in
a couple of bath cubes and pulled off her robe.
With the scented steam rising around her, she slid gently into
the water. Then she attempted to wash the perversion out of her
mind.
Fifteen minutes later, as the water was starting to cool, Jim
came home and called out to her.
"I'm up in the Jacuzzi," she yelled.
He strolled into the bathroom and his eyes widened. "Wow, you
look like you're relaxing pretty effectively." He quickly stripped
off his clothes. She immediately noticed his hard-on.
"What have you been thinking?" she asked, smoothing a
seductive pair of hands over her submerged body.
"Stephanie and her friend Gina were little sluts today, and I
got it all on film." He tugged at his cock. "God, they're fucking
sexy."
"Do you feel like jerking off into my tub? Does thinking
about your hot little niece make you want to cum?"
He didn't answer, but just started stroking above her.
"So what are you going to do?" she asked, twirling the stubs
of her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She raised her upper
lip. "Are you going to squirt a big hot load of spunk into my
bath?"
Squeezing his dick, Jim smirked and said, "Yeah, I think I
want to just let it out..."
"Am I a slut, baby?" She slid one hand down between her silky
legs.
"Yeah, you're a hot fucking slut, just like those young tramps
today." The pace of his dick-stroking increased.
Jane smiled as her husband puffed and grunted. She knew a big
goopy strand of cum was about to fly in her direction. She
squeezed her tits together to receive the anointment. "Do it,
baby. Give me a nice hot cum-bath."
Jim titled his hips towards his wife's reclining body and used
tiny strokes to coax out the semen, while maintaining accurate aim.
He wanted the load to land right on her chest, above the waterline.
Jane squealed with delight as the gusher began. She was
coated from the tip of her chin to the bottom of each floating
breast. He seemed to keep cumming forever. Strands of pearly goo
washed away in the ripples of her bathwater.
Jill Porter was sitting across the kitchen table from a sexy
young blonde. Until this evening, she had considered her daughter
just a kid, but after the performance in front of that camera, Jill
was rethinking everything.
Stephanie was wearing a simple white robeþone that was
clinging to her body in a way that made Jill shiver with envy and
a bit of arousal. Jill was still wearing her day's business suit.
"That was really something this evening, honey. I think your
Uncle Jim is very impressed with you. And I sure didn't know Gina
was that kind of girl."
Stephanie smiled. "Well, I never thought I was that kind of
girl either. It was just such a... such a..."
"Turn on?"
Giggling, Stephanie nodded. "Yeah, I guess. It was a turn on
for you guys too, wasn't it? You and Uncle Jim?"
Jill pondered, then she said, "Well, did you notice the lump
in your uncle's pants?"
"God, Mom! He's your brother! You're not supposed to notice
stuff like that!"
Jill threw back her head. "Oh come on!" She used her hands
to demonstrate a large object. "It's hard not to notice something
that obvious."
"I know," Stephanie shrugged in a conspiratorial way. "How
big do you think it is anyway?"
"Oh, it's big. Don't forget, I've seen it." Jill had one up
on her daughter.
"Yeah," Steph squinted, "But you've never seen it when it was
hard, have you?"
"No, but today was a good indication. That lump was huge."
They both giggled. Then Stephanie asked, "Did it make you wet
Mom?"
Jill went a little pale, but then realized that this was an
inevitable question considering the tone of the conversation.
"Actually, I was soaking. I had to change my panties after he
left."
"Wow!"
"But it wasn't just seeing my brother's hard-on through his
pants. I also realized what a sexy young girl my daughter has
become. That was a turn-on too!"
Stephanie was stunned. She had never guessed that her mother
would actually come out and admit something like that. "Really
Mom?"
"The way you and Gina were carrying on was quite a sight.
Let's just say I had to keep crossing my legs so I wouldn't reach
down and touch myself!"
Stephanie raised her eyebrows and looked at her mother with
disbelief. This was too weird.
Evelyn Brighton closed the menu and looked across the table at
her son Patrick. He had invited her to lunch the previous day.
"It will be a chance to talk, Mom," he had explained. "Dad's out
of town and I just got some extra cash from that big sale last
week."
The older woman had dolled herself up for her son. Now she
was glad to have made the effort: they were sitting in one of the
most exclusive beachside restaurants in the city. And lately, the
way her daughter's husband had been carrying on, she felt very
youthful and desirable. In this setting, with her handsome son
escorting her, she felt positively ravishing.
Patrick returned the glance at his mother. He smiled and
returned to his menu, trying not to think about how fabulous she
looked. She was wearing a gauzy white blouse with a lacy camisole
underneath. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, and she must have
spent hours on her makeup. Patrick's mind wandered from the menu
to a scene of him tearing off his mother's blouse and humping his
cock between her tits. He tried to clear his mind.
"So, sweetheart, have you been working on another big sale
this week?"
"Not really. All the cunts at the shop have my paperwork
backed up from here to next year."
Evelyn quickly glanced around to see if anyone had heard her
son's foul language. "Please, Patrick. Can't you tone down your
language a little for your mother?"
Patrick grinned at her. "What's wrong with telling it like it
is, Mom? The secretaries at work are basically so brainless that
their best quality is between their legs."
She leaned towards her son. "And you've been sampling them?"
He shrugged. "When Rachel gives me half a chance. She's
usually so horny I'm too worn out to get fucked anywhere else."
His mother shook her head and reached for her glass of white
wine. "That's enough talk like this Patrick. Don't forget your
father's out of town until next week."
"Are you feeling lonely?"
Evelyn blushed. "Not like you're talking about."
"Well, why don't you take a walk around the restaurant? The
way you look I'm sure you wouldn't be lonely for long."
"What the hell do you mean by that?" He thinks I look like a
hooker! she thought.
"You look great, Mom."
"You think I look like a whore?"
He looked puzzled. "No, Mom. I mean it. You look great...
very attractive."
She remained skeptical.
"Mom! What's the matter with you? If I wasn't your son I'd
ask you on a date myself."
Finally she smiled and said, "That's very sweet of you
Patrick. Thank you. Now... what part of my outfit do you like
best?"
"Your blouse," he said with hesitation.
"Why?" she coaxed.
He hummed. "I guess it shows off your big tits to their best
advantage."
"Oh, Patrick, you're such a scoundrel. I don't know what it
is with the men in this family. You're all perverts." But she
smiled and sipped reflectively at her wine.
"But you must admit we have impeccable taste in women!" he
laughed.
Joining in the laughter, Evelyn said, "And your taste started
when you were a baby!"
Still grinning, Patrick asked, "You mean when I used to suck
on your tits?"
"Shhh! That's enough." She tried to sip her wine, but she
continued to giggle.
"So, Mom, who was better at sucking your tits, me or Mike?"
"Stop it, Patrick. Right now!" She remained good-natured,
but had stopped laughing. "Besides, I don't think you're very good
at handling competition with your brother."
"Come on, Mom. Me or Patrick? Which one of us made you feel
better when you put your nipple in our mouths?"
"Okay, smart guy. Since you're too arrogant to stop when I
tell you too: Mike was better. He was much gentler. You were a
little monster. I thought you'd tear the thing off."
"Don't you like it rough, Mom?" Patrick leered.
She frowned. "Well..."
Patrick touched the back of his mother's hand as she clasped
her wine glass. "Did you ever get horny when you were
breastfeeding?"
Drawing her hand away, she looked up at her son. "Patrick,
what are you trying to do? Are you..." She couldn't believe it.
"Are you trying to seduce me? Your own mother?"
He stared right back into her eyes. "Hey, Mom, maybe I'm just
trying to get back in."
"What do you mean by that?" She was afraid that she already
knew. What was her son doing? And why was she not stopping him.
"Well, Mom," he spoke steadily and slowly, "I came out of your
cunt all those years ago, and now I want back in."
Why did her pussy twitch with excitement at that disgusting
admission? She fought an internal battle between rage and arousal.
"Mom, let's get the fuck out of here." He stood and lifted
the stunned woman up by the arm. "You'll be okay."
She looked back at the table as he led her out of the
restaurant. Her knees were wobbly, but the thought that she might
actually grant her son his wish flashed across her mind. She also
despaired that this had not been the lunch she had pictured.
Patrick was elated. His fantasy of fucking his sister had not
been successfully realized. Jane was flexible, but she seemed only
willing to talk about the deeds he wanted done. But now his mother
was acting like putty, willing to be molded in any shape he wanted.
He loaded her into his sports car and got in to drive. As
soon as he slammed the door, he said, "Fuck am I ever glad to get
out of that place. Are you okay, Mom?"
She touched her forehead; she felt hot. "I think so, thank
you Patrick."
"Don't let it bother you too much, Mom. I talk to Jane like
that too. It doesn't bug her." He put his hand on her thigh as he
drove. She just looked at it. "Of course..." he smiled, "Jane's
a bit of a fucking sexpig!"
Evelyn turned to her son. Why was he acting this way?
Catching her strange look, Patrick just said, "Shit, I
wouldn't blame you if you were totally pissed off with me, Mom.
But I hope you're not, because I keep looking at those big fucking
tits of yours and thinking I want to do something filthy with
them." He reached over and gave her closest breast a playful
squeeze.
Evelyn felt drunk. Although she had polished off that glass
of wine rather quickly, she knew the strangeness of the situation
was the real intoxicant. The heat of her son's hand lingered on
her breast long after it had returned to the steering wheel.
Patrick pulled up outside his condominium and led his mother
inside. She needed to be steadied on his arm. When they were
alone in the elevator, Patrick propped her up against the wall and
leaned into her. With his face less than an inch from hers, he
whispered, "Mmm, you smell like a whore, Mom." Then he mashed his
lips onto hers and eventually insinuated his tongue into her
resisting mouth.
When they got into his apartment, he locked and chained the
door. "We don't want to be disturbed."
"Patrick, maybe I should just call a cab. It's been a very
nice afternoon, but I really should clean up the house before Roger
gets home." She just stood there looking at the floor.
"And miss this?"
She looked up and gasped. He had taken his hard cock out and
was toying lewdly with it. It was so big, she couldn't help
staring. She mentally compared it to Roger's and Jim's. Both the
other cocks in her life paled by comparison to her son's.
She clapped her hand over her mouth in shock.
"Don't cover up your mouth, Mom. That's one of the holes I
want to fill with this thing." He stroked at his dick a couple
more times.
"Are you really going to go through with this, Patrick? I am
your mother. And you know how wrong it is." But she smiled down
at his cock and realized he had gone too far to turn back now. "I
think it would be especially wrong now that you're big enough to
know better."
Patrick with his prick waving proudly out in front of him,
went to the hall closet and reached into the top shelf. He brought
down a photo-album. "Hey Mom, want to see some dirty pictures of
Rachel and her friends?"
Curious, and willing to look at anything so that she could
stop staring at Patrick's erection, Evelyn grabbed the album.
She flipped open to the first page and smiled at a very
sensuous photo of Rachel in a string bikini, covered in a sheen of
sweat, stretched out on a chaise lounge. The next was of Rachel in
a similar pose without the bikini top. Her breasts were as tanned
as the rest of her body, tipped with large dark glistening nipples.
The next page showed a man that Evelyn didn't know standing in
a pair of shorts over Rachel, who had now removed her bikini
bottoms. Rachel's pose in this shot exposed her pink labia to both
the camera and the mystery man. Then Rachel was shown tugging the
man's shorts down and marvelling at his big, semi-stiff prick.
Evelyn flipped the page and sure enough the photo there showed
Rachel engulfing the man's fully-erect cock with her mouth.
Looking at the photo made Evelyn feel queasy with a mixture of
ecstasy and disgust. Her son had been bringing this slut into
their home for more than a year.
Evelyn looked up at her son, who was looking over her shoulder
and gently stroking his naked prick. She smiled weakly. "These
are really something, Patrick."
"Rachel's a talented little cunt isn't she Mom?"
Stung by the filthy way he referred to a member of her own
sex, Evelyn looked back at the book. She was greeted with a
graphically captured male orgasm, which had resulted in goopy white
strands covering Rachel's face and chest. Evelyn felt a rush of
heat through her pussy.
"Would you like a faceful of cum sometime Mom?" Patrick was
still stroking his oversized prick.
She closed the photo album and looked her son in the eye.
"I'm not such an old prude you know Patrick. But your behviour is
absolutely over-the-top. It is disgusting. Put your cock away
right now!" She glanced down at the offending protrusion and ended
up admiring it. Her son had acquired quite a beautiful tool for
himself.
"I think you are a prude, Mom. Does any of this make your
pussy juice up? I bet you're dry as a bone right now." He
increased the pace of his stroking and concentrated his gaze on her
heaving bosom.
She shook her head. "It's all very exciting, Patrick. But
you're my son and I think you're being outrageous."
He squinted at her. "So you are wet?"
She blushed. "A little." She cast her eyes down. "Those
pictures were quite explicit."
"Give me your hand, Mom," he demanded.
Evelyn slowly offered an upturned hand. He grabbed it with
his free hand and slurped her middle finger into his mouth.
"I want you to slide this finger up my ass. Okay, Mom?"
She winced and watched as he guided her hand around and turned
his butt towards her. She resisted only a little as he forced her
moistened middle finger into his sweaty asscrack.
"Go on, Mom. Slip it right up there. Make me cum."
Evelyn watched her son close his eyes, waiting for her to
treat him to some anal penetration. She finally decided that they
were both adults and things had gone so far that there was no sense
in stopping now. She pressed her finger into her son's anus and
slid it slowly inside.
"That's it, Mom," Patrick grunted.
She reached down with her other hand and grasped his cock.
"Now, how does that feel?"
"Great, Mom. I'm glad you finally came to your senses."
She goosed him a little harder. "I still think it's wrong.
But just for the record, Patrick, I love getting a faceful of cum.
And I'm not a prude."
When Patrick's cum flowed this time, however, Evelyn had the
willpower to let it squirt and dribble onto the carpet. And the
trickles that ran over the back of her hand she wiped discreetly
away with a tissue. Moreover, the finger of her other hand that
smelled distinctly of her son's anus was washed vigorously with
soap and hot water.
Stephanie Porter was standing naked in front of her closet
trying to decide what to wear.
Her mother had already called twice from the hall to hurry up.
They would be late for their dinner engagement at the Calwell beach
house.
Uncle Jim and Aunt Jane had invited the Porters over to
celebrate Stephanie's graduation from this year's riding school.
Just two more years and Stephanie would be riding at an Olympic
level.
But Stephanie had spent half an hour in the shower
masturbating and thinking about her uncle. Now she was trying to
pick the perfect outfit for dinner. Something very sexy, but not
at all sleazy. That way her intentions would not be obvious. But
no matter what, she wanted her Uncle Jim to notice her.
"Stephanie!" her mother barged through the bedroom door.
"You're not even dressed yet?" Her mother scowled and scanned
Stephanie's naked form.
"I can't decide what to wear, Mom." She crossed her arms in
frustration over her generous firm breasts.
Jill was wearing a low-cut long black evening dress. It had
no sleeves and a slit up one side. Her hair was up and she looked
very sexy. Stephanie noticed the way her mom was dressed: "I
wanted to wear something like what you're wearing, but I don't have
anything like that."
Her mom shrugged and motioned Stephanie away from the closet.
"Let me look." She screeched hangers to and fro. Then she pulled
out a white silk blouse and black leggings. "You can put on a
camisole under this, wear the blouse unbuttoned, and tie the whole
thing up with my thick black belt. How does that sound?"
Stephanie brightened. "And I can wear my black pumps. That's
sounds great Mom. Thanks." She started flying around the room
throwing on her outfit.
Jill watched her daughter step into a pair of black silk
panties. She still couldn't get over how nicely her little girl
had become a woman. The black silk stretched delicately over an
abundant crop of blonde pubic hair. Elastic snugged the silk
around womanly hips and a firm round butt. Then Stephanie pulled
the white camisole over her head and her grapefruit-like breasts,
whose nipples pitched little tents in the silky fabric.
Jill looked down the front of her own dress and realized that
her daughter had much nicer tits. When had she surpassed her
mother? Jill felt a momentary pang of jealousy.
"Are you just going to stare at me, Mom?" Stephanie stopped to
ask. "I could use some help since we're so late."
When they pulled into the Calwell driveway, Stephanie felt the
anticipation straining in her loins. She felt sexy and grown-up.
But when her Aunt Jane opened the door, Stephanie's hopes were
shattered. Jane looked absolutely stunning. There was no way
Stephanie could compete with that. Her uncle's wife was wearing a
flared miniskirt and a translucent blouse that hinted at the
perfection of the body underneath. Her perfect legs were encased
in black stockings with a patterned seam up the back. Jane's pumps
were sleeker and more provocative than Stephanie's. All in all,
the teenage girl felt like a silly schoolkid beside her aunt.
"Hi Stephanie sweetheart, you look fabulous," said Jane,
ushering them into the house, "and Jill, you look incredible too!
Come on in. Jim's in the kitchen with my brother. I think we'll
be eight for dinner tonight. Ellen and Debbie Wilson are coming
too, and Rachel, my brother's girlfriend."
Stephanie's face dropped as she realized there would be even
more to distract her uncle now. Oh well, she thought, make the
best of it.
Rachel turned out to be a knockout too, and Stephanie had a
hard time keeping a positive attitude. Patrick's girlfriend was a
Spanish-looking brunette with a sleazy quality that intrigued
Stephanie. Rachel was wearing a bodysuit which was a turtleneck
but had the shoulders cut out. The matching knee-length skirt was
slit up the side to show off her bare legs. She had simple heeled
sandals on her feet.
When Ellen and Debbie showed up, they all sat down to dinner.
Rachel and Jane were the designated servers, but it was mostly a
free-for-all and all the guests dished up from huge bowls of pasta
and vegetables.
Beer and wine also flowed generously. Stephanie threw a
questioning look towards her mother and then consumed beer as fast
as everyone else. Even little Debbie tried a glass of wine.
Near the end of the main course, Jim stood up and proposed a
toast. "Everyone, this is to my niece, Stephanie. She's becoming
quite an equestrian, and we're all very proud of her. Stephanie,
congratulations on this year's riding school, and good luck next
year."
Stephanie was beaming. She sat and nodded around the table
with her glass raised, then she stood up and responded. "Wow,
Uncle Jim, thanks. What can I say? Thank you everyone."
Jill felt her daughter's speech needed some embellishment, so
she stood up next. "Stephanie, sweetheart, I'm so proud of you.
You're not only becoming a beautiful and sexy woman, but you're
gaining skills that I only dreamed of having."
Patrick, always the boor, shouted "Here! Here!" and banged on
the table. "What other skills does she have, Jill? I mean other
than getting a horse to co-operate between her legs."
Ellen and Rachel laughed out loud, and everyone else but
Stephanie was at least amused by Patrick's outburst.
"I think you'll have to find out for yourself, Patrick," Jill
said, winking at the sulking Stephanie.
After dinner, Patrick and Jim were out on the deck with Scotch
on the rocks.
"Well, Jim, I've never seen so much prime pussy sitting around
one table in my lifeþyour sister and my sister included."
Jim leaned over the balcony and looked out at the moonlit
ocean. "Even that little Debbie is a hot one."
"I guess, if you're into children. Are you, Jim?"
Jim was quiet.
"Well," Patrick continued, "I guess Stephanie isn't much older
and she was sure getting my crank turned tonight. Did you see that
top she was wearing? That niece of yours sure has a healthy set of
tits on her."
Jim smiled. "You should see her naked. I've got some
pictures that will blow your mind, Patrick."
"You've got to let me see them soon."
They sipped at their tumblers.
Jim said, "Rachel's a hot little bitch herself. Does she
still love assfucking as much as ever?"
Patrick nodded. "I get shit on my dick more often than pussy
juice."
They laughed, then Jim said, "Jane lets me cornhole her now.
But I think she'd rather get her pussy stuffed."
"You lucky bastard. I tell you, if she wasn't my sister..."
"You'd do what?" asked Jane from behind them. She had come
out to tell them that coffee was ready; the ocean had masked her
approach.
When Jim and Patrick whirled around to face her, she was
standing with her hands on her hips, legs slightly parted in a
defiant stance. The light from the house made her gauzy blouse
glow, outlining the tempting body beneath.
"I'd fuck your hot little ass off," Patrick sneered.
"Oh, well," Jane said, sauntering over to Jim, "I guess you'll
just have to settle for Rachel." She kissed her husband on the
cheek.
Because the tryst with his mother had given him renewed
arrogance, Patrick simply sneered and started to unzip his fly.
Jim watched the encounter between brother and sister with
fascination.
Jane hugged Jim closer and shouted at Patrick, "What the fuck
do you think you're doing?" An image of Patrick's huge prick
flashed through her mind.
He continued undiscouraged. "I just have to take a leak." He
hauled his slab out and rested it on the wooden railing that
surrounded the deck. Jim and Jane were both captivated by the size
of Patrick's cock. Jim had never seen a dick that big, and Jane
felt her knees quiver and her pussy start to drool.
"You're going to pee right in front of us?" Jane asked
incredulously.
Patrick looked up at her. "Would you rather I pissed on you,
sis?"
Another zing for Jane, whose mind flashed to Lara accepting a
stream of urine from the sexy Frenchman, and the second pervert on
the tape. Her standard response for Patrick flew out of her mouth:
"You're such a pig, Patrick."
Patrick just smirked.
The Calwells were transfixed, but then Jane was shocked to
feel her husband pushing his hand into the small of her back,
coaxing her forward. She glanced questioningly at him, but he was
staring intently at Patrick's impossibly big dick.
By the time Patrick's stream of urine began, Jane was standing
next to her brother, with her husband prodding her even closer.
Jim whispered in her ear: "Touch it. Go ahead." She found her
hand slowly approaching the big tube of meat that was currently
producing a yellow flow.
Patrick grunted when his sister's hand closed around his
squirting cock. It seemed like an eternity that the three of them
stood there, while his stream abated. He finished pissing just as
the blood engorged his shaft to full hardness.
Because seeing his wife touching her own brother in such an
intimate way turned him on, Jim found his own dick get hard. Yet
he was hesitant to release it from his pants because competition
was so literally stiff. Patrick's schlong put his to shame.
Instead he roughly yanked up his wife's miniskirt and shoved his
hand down the back of her panties.
That was enough to break the spell for Jane. She tore her
hand and her gaze away from her brother's cock and pressed back
into Jim, savouring the feel of the hand on her butt.
The first thing Stephanie noticed when she looked out the
large sliding glass door was that her uncle had his hand in her
aunt's panties. Then she saw more.
A sharp intake of air was her first reaction when she noticed
the huge fleshy pole that Patrick was displaying. Next, her pussy
started to slobber.
"Why don't you go out there?" Ellen Wilson said. She had
approached without Stephanie noticing.
"I think they might want some privacy," Stephanie croaked.
"Bullshit. Look at the dick on that bastard. If you don't go
out there, I will." Ellen reached to slide open the door.
Stephanie braced her arm against the glass. "Wait." She took
a deep breath and glanced around for her mother, who was nowhere in
sight. Then she pushed open the sliding door and went out to the
deck.
She was able to approach the trio without them noticing her,
and the first thing she heard was Patrick: "So, sis, do you think
my dick would fit up your ass?" Stephanie almost squealed out.
"Stop it, Patrick," Jane countered.
But her husband was not as quick to discourage Patrick. "I
think it would be worth a try. I've stretched out her asshole a
bit in the past few weeks." He roughly grabbed her buttcheeks.
Stephanie shrank back into the shadows near the house. She
had lost all confidence.
Jane frowned at Jim. "What are you egging him on for? He's
such a degenerate." Exhaling deeply, Jane headed for the door.
She swished past Stephanie without seeing her. Jim trotted after
his wife.
Patrick, who sipped his scotch a little more and watched the
group inside the house, eventually noticed the shape in the
shadows.
"Hey, hey! Is that you Stephanie? How long have you been
there?" He was starting to slur, but took another sip of scotch
anyway.
She timidly left the darkened area at the corner of the deck
and went out to meet Patrick. She couldn't draw her eyes up from
his fly.
Patrick admired the youthful body before him. Stephanie's
blouse was undone enough to see her plentiful cleavage, but the
thick black belt proved that she was very slender around the waist.
Her black leggings accentuated her long legs, and Patrick imagined
how nicely they encased her fine young pussy and ass.
When she didn't answer his original questions, he tried again.
"What the fuck were you hiding back there in the dark for?"
She looked up at his face for the first time. "I wasn't
hiding. I... I was just looking at the ocean."
Patrick hummed skeptically and tossed back the rest of his
scotch. "It's a nice night. I think we should try skinny dipping
a little later."
She smiled, knowing exactly what was on his mind. "Don't you
wish!"
He put his arm around her as they walked back into the house.
"Yes, Steph. I do wish." He unabashedly stared down her top while
he spoke.
She blushed, but felt aroused by his touch and his scrutiny.
Emboldened by the alcohol, and her lack of resistance, Patrick
dropped his hand down onto her buttock. Then he brushed the hand
holding his drink up across her closest breast. "This is so
fucking nice," he slurred.
They reached the glass door and she extricated herself from
his grasp and went inside. Her whole body felt flushed, and it
seemed like the temperature had risen a few degrees.
Patrick stood, grinning drunkenly at the threshold.
From there he spotted his next victim: Ellen, who was arguing
with Rachel about the effect of sun on your skin.
"It is bad for you," Ellen was maintaining, her words slurring
almost as much as Patrick's. "I don't let Debbie out in the sun
hardly at all."
"Oh, lighten up, ladies," Patrick admonished. "I think Rachel
knows the risks of suntanning too much."
"That's what I was trying to tell her, Patrick," Rachel
pleaded, "too much is bad, but you can get a decent tan without
getting cancer."
Patrick sidled up behind Ellen and grasped her tits from
behind. "See how white these suckers are honey?" he demonstrated
to Rachel.
Rachel giggled and watched Patrick's hands push up the woman's
large breasts, exaggerating the cleavage in her low-cut summer
dress. Ellen gasped slightly but did nothing to stop him; she had
seen his prick and was interested in pursuing this a little
further.
Meanwhile, Stephanie had pulled her mother aside and told her
about her experience alone with Patrick on the deck. She neglected
to relate the events involving her aunt and uncle.
"Well, dear," Jill counselled, "he has had quite a lot to
drink. I don't think he meant much. And remember: you are a
beautiful young thing."
Stephanie blushed and mumbled, "Thanks, Mom." But she saw her
mother's eyes roam over her body in much the same way that
Patrick's had. She wondered what her mother was thinking.
The evening came to an early end when Patrick passed out on
the bed in the spare room. Without his boorish behaviour to
entertain her, Ellen decided to leave, bundling a sleepy Debbie
along with her. Jill and Stephanie left soon after. Rachel stayed
as long as she could, hoping Patrick would wake up and escort her
home, but eventually she called a cab and left.
Jim and Jane looked in at the snoring man in their guest room
and smiled.
"He's pathetic," Jane giggled, shaking her head.
"Yeah. Do you think Rachel was pissed off?"
Jane shook her head. "She's used to it."
"Are you going to get him ready for bed?" Jim asked quietly.
She glanced crookedly at her husband. "What do you mean?"
He smirked. "Take off his clothes and tuck him in. Even I'm
anxious to see that big dick of his again, so don't tell me you're
not."
Jane sighed. "Okay. I guess he'd be more comfortable
anyway."
They approached the bed on either side and Jim watched her
unbuckle her brother's jeans and unbutton his shirt. He helped her
lift him to remove the clothes. As they bent to raise Patrick's
hips, they both saw the thick tube of his cock through his white
cotton underwear.
Jane flashed a look up at her husband, then back to her
brother's impressive display.
"Go ahead, baby," Jim coaxed. "You know you want to."
Jane hardly heard Jim: there was a roaring in her ears. She
tugged down the briefs and gulped at the sight of her brother's
stiffening member. She looked at the hand she had used earlier to
hold it. That same hand was drawing nearer to the bloated prick,
almost of its own accord.
Then Jim surprised her when he reached out and hefted
Patrick's dick into his own hand. "God it is huge," he whispered.
She smiled. "You naughty little boy." Her hand closed over
her husband's and they both felt the heat of Patrick's cock emanate
between their fingers.
Jim could scarcely believe that he had been overwhelmed by his
urge to touch another man's cock. He blinked down at the strange
sight, but did not loosen his grip. Then he glanced up at Jane.
She was staring at the sight too. He looked at her beautiful face,
and down her blouse, which fell away from her body as she leaned
over the bed. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. He
thought he saw a light sheen of sweat on her smooth cleavage.
"Suck it," he said. "Put it in your mouth."
She gulped and knew his suggestion was an excuse for doing
what she'd already been thinking about. Jane put one knee up on
the bed and guided Patrick's cock to her lips. She moved very
slowly, fighting a battle with herself the entire way.
Jim anxiously watched as his wife started to part her lips and
accept her own brother's cock into her mouth for the first time.
It was a huge turn on. He helped guide the big shaft, then removed
his hand when her lips slid around its slightly oozing tip.
When Jane was bobbing steadily with her eyes closed, Jim
stripped and walked naked to the other side of the bed. He
carressed Jane's upturned butt, and stroked his hands up her
stockinged legs to the edge of her panties. She continued to bob.
His cock was blazing and Jim eventually flipped up his wife's
skirt, tugged down her silk underwear, and fucked her steaming
cunt. His action made her moan, but did nothing to affect the pace
of her slurping.
Jim noticed that his own sensations were diminished by the
amount of alcohol he had consumed. He wondered how Patrick could
even maintain a hardon in his semi-comatose state. Apart from a
few grunts, Patrick had not reacted to his sister's blowjob. Yet
his cock stayed rigid.
After almost half an hour, Jim frantically chased his orgasm
to completion, filling Jane's clenching pussy with gobs of thick
white spunk.
Her husband's climax summoned Jane back from the stupor she
had descended into. Her jaws ached and her lips and tongue were
raw. She reluctantly stopped sucking. She had desperately wanted
Patrick to cum, and hated leaving the task unfinished. Despite her
initial misgivings, she was very aroused by the idea of giving head
to her own brother. Add to that the sensation of being fucked at
the same time, and Jane had spent much of the time in ecstasy. She
turned and smiled numbly at Jim.
"Let's go to bed, baby," he suggested, gently conducting her
out of the room.
Jill Porter couldn't sleep. Normally after a big dinner with
red wine, she drifted off quickly. But tonight her thoughts kept
her awake.
She was thinking about her daughter.
Stephanie had looked so much like a woman tonight at Jim's
place. She had been the obvious object of the men's desires. It
disturbed her a little that her brother would stare so lustfully at
his own niece, but it disturbed her far more that she herself was
turned on by Stephanie's appearance.
There was a knock at her bedroom door and Stephanie herself
walked in.
"It's late, baby," Jill mumbled. "What do you want?"
Stephanie was wearing a t-shirt. In the dim light, Jill
glimpsed a fluff of pubic hair peeking out below the shirt's hem.
Her daughter wasn't wearing panties.
"Can I ask you something, Mom?"
"Sure, sweetheart." Jill heaved herself up, letting the
sheets fall away. She looked down and saw that her nightie had
pulled to one side, exposing one plump breast. She rearranged it
and patted the mattress as an invitation to Stephanie.
"Do you ever think about a man doing weird things with you?"
Jill frowned in puzzlement. "Weird? Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know..." Stephanie thought back to her encounter
with Serge. There were plenty of perversions to choose from.
Jill offered a suggestion: "Like tying me up?"
Her daughter nodded. "Yeah. And whipping you or something."
"What made you think about this?" She stroked her daughter's
hair, pushing stray blonde locks behind her ear.
"Patrick."
"You mean his behaviour out on the deck tonight?"
"Yeah, I mean he really was arrogant... or at least pushy.
But I felt like I would have done whatever he said."
Jill smiled. "I know how that can be. Your father was like
that. I would have done anything for him."
"Did Daddy ever tie you up and whip you?"
Jill nodded and blushed. "I had a few welts once in a while.
But he was into other things."
"Like what?" Stephanie moved fully onto the bed, her legs
coming up and crossing. Jill couldn't help but drop her eyes to
the bare pussy in front of her.
She raised her gaze and tried to decide what to tell Stephanie
about her father. She decided to tell the whole truth. After all,
her daughter was a grown woman. "Well, he liked doing things that
people usually do by themselves... in the washroom."
Stephanie smiled. Could her father have been into golden
showers like Serge? She tested her mother, trying to see if they
were talking about the same thing. "Some men like peeing on women.
Did Daddy ever do that?"
Jill blushed to an even darker shade, but nodded. "I let him
do that when we were in the shower. He thought it was fun. I
didn't mind because I was washing it off right away."
Stephanie pouted, surprising Jill. "You mean you didn't let
him do it whenever he wanted?"
Jill laughed. "No, of course not. He wanted to do it when we
went camping once. In a field while we were hiking."
"And you didn't let him?" she asked incredulously.
"What? How would I have washed up?" Jill was almost as
incredulous at what her daughter was suggesting.
Daughter playfully batted mother's shoulder. "Who cares... if
he wanted to... Or, didn't you like the smell of Daddy's pee?"
Jill frowned. "It's not that... I guess... well, it's just
not a normal thing to do... I didn't want to feel like some kind of
weirdo."
"Well, Mom... I don't think it's that weird."
Jill sniffled a little laugh, but then realized her daughter
was serious. She was sitting there with her legs spread, admitting
that she thought golden showers were okay. And it was turning Jill
on. "You've grown up a little too quickly," Jill said, pointing a
finger at Stephanie. "I know I didn't even think about such things
when I was your age."
Stephanie shrugged. "Yeah... but it sounds like you were kind
of a prude until you met Daddy." Stephanie's face hinted that Jill
should try to prove her wrong.
Jill nodded reluctantly. "I suppose." She lowered her face,
almost as if she was ashamed by her lack of adventure.
"Mom," Stephanie said softly, raising her mother's chin with
her fingers, "have you ever let a man... have you ever had a guy
back there... you know... in your ass?"
Jill nodded again. "That was one of the first things your
father taught me."
Suddenly Stephanie scrambled onto her knees and swivelled
around on the bed. She flipped up her T-shirt and pulled apart her
asscheeks in front of her mother.
Jill exclaimed, "What are you doing?" But she found herself
staring at the lascivious display of female privates.
"Tell me if you think a man could fit in there," Stephanie
said, pointing with one manicured finger to her puckered anal ring.
Jill stayed quiet for a moment. She was trying to subdue the
lustful urges she felt at being presented with such a sight. She
finallyþat least temporarilyþconvinced herself about the evil of
being sexually attracted to your own daughter. "Turn around and
sit down. You're being disgusting."
"Oh come on, Mom," Stephanie said, pulling her asscheeks even
further apart and leaning towards her mother. "You've seen me like
this before, plenty of times, when I was a little girl."
"Well now you're not a little girl. And besides, I can't tell
you anything about how your butt would accommodate a man by just
looking at it."
Stephanie looked back over her shoulder. "Then test it.
Please?" She beseeched her mother with a forlorn, doe-eyed look.
Jill's cunt was flowing generously now. She felt the dampness
against her on the bed. She couldn't believe the effect her
daughter's bizarre and unforseen actions were having. After a long
moment of simply gazing at Stephanie's pussy and anus, Jill raised
her hand and hesitantly stroked one smooth ass globe.
"Put your finger in and see how stretchy it is."
Jill licked her index finger and slid it slowly into
Stephanie's ass. She was in a dream state. Unaware of what she'd
even done until she saw Stephanie's anus clenching around her
middle knuckle.
"So, Mom, is it too tight for a guy?"
Based on Stephanie's question, this was not a sexual
experience, but simply an examination. That made Jill feel better.
She didn't have any reason to believe that this was a seduction or
an act of perversion. It was more like a proctological exam. And
as Stephanie's mother, Jill was as entitled to perform it as any
doctor. "Yes dear, it seems a little too tight. Besides, you
should really wait a few years before you start experimenting with
anal sex... you haven't even had straight sex yet right?"
"Nope." She pulled away from her mother's probing finger and
turned around again. She sat on the bed. It was her turn to feel
ashamed for her lack of adventure.
Jill laughed, "Hey... it is nothing to feel bad about. You're
a beautiful young woman. You'll meet the right man and have your
first sexual experience very soon."
"You mean my first fuck. I've had `sexual experiences'...
like, I've given head before, you know."
Jill gulped and tried not to get angry that Stephanie had not
told her. "Yes... your first real... fuck." She smiled at the way
it felt to use such profanity with her daughter.
Stephanie smiled too; she had never heard her mother say that
word before. "Say that again."
Jill batted her daughter's arm. "Don't be silly."
"Say `fuck' again, Mom. It sounded so cute to hear you say
it."
"Fuck."
Stephanie giggled. "You should say that more often."
Jill hugged her daughter. "Hell, I should do it more often!"
Then she held her daughter's face and looked seriously into her
eyes. "So, who was the lucky boy that you gave head to?"
"Some guy at school, Mom. It's no big deal. A cock's a cock,
right Mom?" She giggled.
Jill frowned but eventually broke into giggles too.
They laughed together for a while and finally Stephanie crept
back to her own room.
Jim and Jane were fucking on the living room floor when the
nearest telephone started ringing.
Over Jane's protests, Jim answered it, his cock slipping
unceremoniously out of his wife's over-juiced pussy.
"Yeah," he huffed.
"Jim Calwell? Jake Hanson here."
"Uh huh."
"Those pictures of your niece came out real nice. I'd like to
set up something else."
Jane got up and went into the kitchen. Jim noticed that her
naked ass was red from the friction against the carpet.
"Sure. But I think Stephanie would like to make some money
this time."
There was silence on the other end of the line. Finally Jake
replied with a noncommittal: "Sure."
As soon as Jim hung up, he dialed his sister's place.
Jill answered groggily and Jim realized it was close to
midnight.
"Oh, hi sis, sorry for calling so late, but I just got a great
offer for Stephanie from that photographer, Jake Hanson."
She mumbled recognition.
Jane came back in and realized Jim was talking to his sister.
She thought wickedly about how he had coaxed her to talk dirty to
Patrick. Turnabout is fair play, she thought, and she also
recalled the times she'd seen Jill gazing strangely at Jim.
Perhaps Jill was as horny for her brother as Patrick was for Jane.
She whispered to her husband: "Ask her what she's wearing." Then
Jane slid her head down into Jim's lap and slipped his cock into
her mouth.
"Yeah, he even offered her money this time," Jim explained.
He was thinking about what Jane was doing. It was obvious she
wanted to get him back for all his encouragement regarding Patrick.
Well, then, she was in for a show. He knew Jill wouldn't mind...
she might even respond favourably. "And sis, what are you wearing
right now?"
"What? Don't be silly, Jim. I'm in bed... and I was asleep
until you called."
"So? What are you wearing?"
She sighed in exasperation, completely mystified by the
question. "My nightie. Why?"
"Jill, Jane's got her head in my lap... do you know what she's
doing?"
"Oh, Jim... you're such a bastard. You're purposely trying to
get me horny and you know I don't have any men around to help me
out." Jill twisted the sheet on her bed into a knot while she
clenched the phone with her other hand.
"Yeah... Jane's a good little cocksucker, that's for sure...
Do you give good head, sis?"
Jill gulped; her brother could be truly cruel sometimes.
"Yeah... if I ever get the chance."
Jim laughed and looked down at his wife's bobbing head. "Only
a total slut could let a guy put his cock in her mouth. It's such
a filthy thing to do. Don't you think, Jill?"
Jane winked up in approval at Jim's sexual taunting of his
sister.
Jill placed her hand between her legs, pressing her index
finger into the moist crevice of her pussy. Jim's words were
really heating her up. "I guess only a slut would do that. So
Jane and I are sluts are we?"
"You bet. Would you ever suck off a complete stranger?"
"Well..." Jill muttered, "I have."
Jim sniffed, "Really?"
"Goddamn it Jack... hold on." Jill put down the phone and
reached into her bedside table to get the dildo she kept hidden in
there. It was thick, black, sculpted with veins, and about ten
inches long. She had bought it about three weeks after her husband
had died. She had needed it because she missed his big cock. But
now she needed it because her own brother was turning her on so
much. The dildo seemed to emanate a new forbidden power.
"What are you doing, Jill?"
"Nothing... why did you call?" She pressed the bulbous
plastic head slowly into her cunt.
"Well, I wanted to get your reaction about little Stephanie
becoming a big star."
"I think it's great. She really seemed to have a talent for
playing up to the camera when you were taking the pictures. Of
course, she might just have a crush on her Uncle Jim."
"What are you doing, Jill?" Jim noticed a tremble in his
sister's voice that was unrelated to what she was saying. He was
having a little difficulty controlling his own voice as Jane's
tongue whipped frantically around his sensitive shaft and balls.
"Nothing... uhhnnngh." Her deep plunge with the dildo was
poorly timed; it forced her to react with a moan.
"Are you playing with yourself, Jill?"
"No... not really."
Jim flashed to a picture of Jill having a lover there with
her. But he knew that was unlikely. "You've got company?"
"Sure, Jim. Big, black, and hard. It's fantastic."
He knew that his sister was being cryptic, but he quickly
guessed what she was talking about. "You still have that dildo I
found in your bedside table?" Jim was tugging at Jane's hair as he
humped into her mouth.
Jill meakly said, "Yes. I couldn't throw it out even though
I was supremely embarrassed when you found it." She tickled her
clit with one finger and pushed herself over the edge.
Then Jim started cumming into Jane's eagerly gulping mouth.
The simultaneous orgasms provided a few moments of puffing quiet on
both ends of the line. Finally Jim said. "Sis, you know you can
get off however you want. I'd never bug you about it. But I know
about twenty guys who'd be happy to fuck your brains out whenever
you wanted."
"Mmmm," she answered in post-orgasmic glow, "all at once?"
They laughed and hung up. Jim loved his sister more than
ever.
Evelyn Brighton met her son's girlfriend Rachel at the local
mall. They had made a date to do some shopping and take in a
movie.
Rachel was wearing a pair of spray-on faded jeans and a loose
V-necked sweater. Because she was braless, her perky nipples made
quite an impression in the fabric, and on her many admirers in the
mall.
Evelyn greeted Rachel with a smile, but she couldn't prevent
her eyes from wandering across the Spanish beauty's chest. "You
look fabulous, Rachel."
"Thanks."
They walked aimlessly for a little while, each looking into
the various stores, but neither feeling comfortable with the other
yet. Evelyn was thinking about the dirty pictures she had seen of
Rachel, and Rachel was wondering why her boyfriend's mother called
her up to go shopping. There must be an ulterior motive.
Evelyn caught sight of their reflection as they walked past a
mirrored storefront. She felt positively dowdy beside the younger,
more provocative woman. If she had been thinking objectively,
though, she would have seen that her own fiftyish body was
incredible. Her simple cotton dress neither accentuated, nor
detracted from her natural beauty.
Rachel also noticed the reflection, and immediately regretted
not wearing a bra. Her nipples had taken on a life of their own.
The sweater had stimulated them to full hardness and the result was
so noticeable, she felt like she was naked.
"Uh, Mrs. Brighton... er Evelyn, can we go in to the
department store for a sec... I think I'd better buy a bra."
Evelyn laughed. "Are your nipples getting chaffed? Those
tits of yours have been bouncing around as if they're trying to
break free."
Rachel giggled. "That's about right. Anyway I want to get a
bra."
Evelyn stopped and put her hand on Rachel's arm. "I think
they look good. Are they really chaffed?"
Rachel shrugged.
"Come with me." Evelyn led a bewildered Rachel into the
Women's washroom. She pushed her into a stall and closed the door.
"Now pull up your sweater."
Rachel reluctantly did as she was told. She watched as
Patrick's mother used a tube of Chapstick to draw slow circles
around and over her tender nipples.
"There. Is that better?"
"Yeah, I guess. Thanks... I never would have thought of
that."
Evelyn cupped Rachel's left tit and jiggled it gently. "They
really are nice breasts. You're a lucky girl."
"Thank you, Mrs. Brighton." Rachel pulled her sweater back
down and frowned at the older woman. What was she trying to do?
As they walked back out to the mall, Evelyn continued talking.
"You know, Patrick really thinks the world of you. I know it has
something to do with your fabulous body, but I think he really
loves your personality too. You're a sensual and passionate woman,
aren't you?"
"I... I guess." What was she talking about?
"Rachel," Evelyn whispered as she pulled the younger woman off
to the side, away from the other shoppers, "I wanted to tell you
that I saw the pictures in your photo album. The dirty pictures."
Rachel's eyebrows jumped. "Really?" Her voice trembled.
"Patrick showed them to me. They really are quite sexy. As
long as you don't mind semen being splashed everywhere." Evelyn
giggled.
Rachel did not expect this reaction. She looked up and down
the mall's concourse, eluding Evelyn's gaze. "Did you see all the
albums?" Rachel doubted that Patrick would show his mother the
really filthy shots of Rachel jerking off the German Shepherd, or
Rachel getting pissed on by two little boys in Spain. But she
didn't know why Patrick would have showed his mother any of the
shots.
"There are more?" Evelyn seemed surprised.
"Yeah... plenty. We've done some pretty crazy photo shoots.
Patrick likes it when we try to go beyond the average dirty
picture." Rachel still hadn't looked at Evelyn.
"Cunt," Jim grunted as he pumped into Jane's incredible pussy.
She stroked her husband's back, moving her hips to best
accomodate his wonderful cock. "I am your very own cunt, aren't I
baby?"
They had been fucking on and off for four hours, ever since
Jim had talked to Jill on the phone. Amazingly, Jim had held off
his own orgasm and given his wife several.
"Yeah," Jim huffed, trying to continue to stave off his
orgasm, "slutty, hot little cunt."
She smiled at him. "Am I as sexy as your little girl lover,
baby?"
He frowned in puzzlement for a moment.
"Have you forgotten little Debbie already, dear?"
He laughed. "Oh that little slut."
"I doubt she's much of a slut... she's only seven."
"She pissed on me... I think she knew what she was doing."
Jane shook her head, still grinning. "You had your finger up
the poor kid's ass. She probably lost control of her bladder."
They laughed together. Then Jim turned serious again. "But
I actually liked it... would you ever piss on me, baby?"
Jane thought back once again to the incredible moments in her
office with Mr. Laroque and Lara. "I dunno... would you ever piss
on me?" she whispered back.
Jim gulped and stopped fucking her altogether. Was she
joking, or maybe just playing a game? He decided to play too.
"Maybe I'd let a dog piss on you, bitch."
She giggled. "Oh yeah? Well, maybe I'd get Stephanie's horse
to piss on you."
He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I'd like that."
"I know you would, you pervert." Then she mishcievously
added: "Because you like seeing really big cocks in action don't
you?"
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