Message-ID: <7190eli$9801102338@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Crystal Camry" Subject: UF: Acro Inc. (part 1d) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980111025334.29812.qmail@hotmail.com> Sunday was always a lazy day for Ellen Wilson. She usually managed to catch up on housework and spent some time with her daughter Debbie. But this Sunday was different because, for the first time in ages, she had invited people over for dinner. Her friend Jane and Jane's husband Jim were coming over. Ellen had met Jim only once, and she had ended up sucking his cock in the men's washroom at Jane's office building. She had been so embarrassed after that indiscretion that she'd avoided Jane for months. It had been Jane who had patched up the friendship. Thankful that there were no hard feelings, but admitting to herself that she was still attracted to Jim, Ellen decided to risk inviting them over. She decided not to send Debbie to a babysitter, because she concluded that having her little daughter underfoot might keep her hormones under control. Jane and Jim arrived promptly at seven o'clock. When they walked through the door, Ellen almost gasped out loud: they both looked fantastic. But it made Ellen feel very underdressed. Jane was wearing a silk blouse and black linen skirt that came to mid-thigh. Her sheer black stockings made her legs look even better than they normally did. Jim was wearing a sportsjacket and open-necked shirt, but he seemed to carry himself as if he was wearing a tuxedo. As for Ellen, she was wearing a simple summer dress and sandals. She looked down at her legs and felt like they were blotchy compared to the sleek perfection of Jane's. "You guys both look great," Ellen said. "What can I get you?" "Scotch," they both answered. "Okay great. Debbie, why don't you take Mr. and Mrs. Calwell--Uncle Jim and Aunt Jane--into the living room." Ellen directed her daughter into the largest room in the apartment; Jim and Jane followed. "Make yourselves comfortable, I'll be right in with the drinks." Jim whispered to Jane when they sat on the couch together, "Look at Debbie. Isn't she a doll." Debbie was occupied in the corner of the living room with a model ranch, complete with horses and miniature riders. She was wearing a red velour skirt and a frilly white blouse. Her brown hair was pulled up into pigtails on either side of her cherubic little face. Jane shook her finger at Jim and whispered back, "Don't you dare go off with that little girl tonight. We're going to have a nice dinner without having your perverted thoughts about Debbie ruin our night." "I'll try not to. How about if I go help Ellen with the drinks?" Jim stood to leave. "Good idea. I'll get acquainted with Debbie." Jane patted the space on the couch that Jim had vacated and beckoned to Debbie. "Come here, Debbie, and tell me about that toy you've got there." Jim came into the kitchen as Ellen was reaching into the freezer for some ice cubes. When she closed the door, she was startled to see him. "Jesus, Jim, you gave me a bit of a jump," Ellen said, holding her empty hand against her chest. "Jane thought it would be a good idea if I came out and helped you with the drinks." He moved close to her along the counter where the glasses were lined up. "Well, that's great, but I can manage. And besides, you're the guest, you're supposed to relax and be waited on." Ellen put the cubes into the glasses and went to a cupboard to reach for the booze. It was quite a stretch, and Ellen dress rode up in the back, exposing the bottom of her pantyclad buttocks. Jim ogled her appreciatively. Her body was not as perfect as Jane's, but for a woman who had given birth once, she held her own. Besides, Jim mused, Ellen's tits were bigger than Jane's. While still on tiptoes, Ellen turned her head to Jim, "Um, I think I need your help after all. Can you reach the Scotch. It's in the back of the cupboard; I'm afraid I don't drink the stuff." Jim joined her at the cupboard and smoothed his hand over her ass. "I don't think you're really dressed for reaching up into cupboards." Ellen tsked her disapproval and allowed Jim to reach up for her. "I think you should keep your hands to yourself tonight, Jim. I know what happened last time you started touchy feely stuff." "Nothing bad happened. I had a great time, and you got a healthy stomachful of protein." Jim chuckled and handed her the Scotch bottle. She shook her head and grabbed the bottle unceremoniously. "Fuck off, Jim. Don't even talk about it." He grabbed her arm by the shoulders as soon as she put the bottle on the counter. He spun her to face him. "Listen, you fucking hosebag, you begged to suck my cock and I let you. Don't tell me to fuck off over something that we both enjoyed and my wife doesn't mind one bit. Nobody got hurt." Ellen looked down, her bottom lip trembling. "She doesn't mind at all? I thought she just forgave me." "I could whip out my dick right now and call her in to watch and she wouldn't mind." Jim moved his face an inch away from hers. "In fact, she'd love to watch you suck me off--she could even give you a few pointers." Ellen looked directly back into Jim's eyes. "You turn me on so much, Jim. I haven't had a man since that office party without thinking about you. Your cock tastes like candy and your cum is so sweet..." Jim pecked her on the lips and smiled into her eyes. "Good. Now we have all that cleared up, let's have a nice time tonight. I'm dying to meet your daughter." Ellen kissed him back and went about pouring the drinks. "I made chicken parmesan for dinner, I hope you like it." "I don't know, I've never tried it. If you cook half as good as you look, I'm sure it will be delicious." Jim carried his own drink back into the living room. Ellen handed Jane her drink and said, "So have you two been playing `horsey' with the playranch?" Debbie enthusiastically answered, "Bad guys came down from the hills and stole the rancher's horses. They killed the rancher and took his wife back into the hills." "That's terrible," Ellen said melodramatically. "What did they do when they got her back into the hills?" Debbie pondered a little, then turned to Jane and asked: "Aunt Jane, what did the bad guys do to the rancher's wife?" The question confirmed Ellen's suspicion that Jane had been the author of the imaginary incident. "Oh, they did horrible nasty things to her." "Did they rape her?" Debbie asked. Ellen coughed and said, "That's not a nice thing to ask, dear." Jane smirked at the child's precociousness and asked Ellen, "Where did she learn about rape?" Ellen just shrugged. Jane asked Debbie, "What do you mean by rape?" "Well... when they stick their things inside her when she doesn't want them to." "Oh, yes, I'm sure they do that, but then they kill her." "Oh no! Aunt Jane, what happened to the horses?" Debbie asked rather frantically. "I hope they didn't kill them too." "No, they wouldn't do that," Jane explained calmly. "They sell the horses at an auction to the person who pays the most. That's how the horse thieves get rich." Ellen broke in, "Okay, darling, that's enough horror stories for now. Why don't you go get your Barbie dolls to show Aunt Jane and Uncle Jim." Debbie ran to her room to grab the dolls. "You're freaking the kid out with that story, Jane," Jim said. "She's seen worse on TV," Ellen said. "Besides," Jane added, "kids like horror stories as much as adults." Debbie arrived back with the Barbies. She immediately started peeling off their costumes. "I'm going to put on their summer dresses, like Mommy's." "That's sweet of you, darling," said Ellen. "Jim, Jane, can I refresh your drinks?" "Sure," said Jane. "Uh, I'm driving, so I'll go easy," Jim said. Ellen went to the kitchen. Jim leaned into Jane to whisper to her. "I heated Ellen up a little in the kitchen. She was ready to repeat her office party performance again." His wife shook her head, grinning. "You swine." Ellen returned with a drink for Jane and herself. This situation repeated itself four more times, meaning that Jane and Ellen had downed five drinks each. And each one had been a little stiffer than the last as Ellen became careless in her measuring. Eventually, when she sat down in the chair across from Jane and Jim, they noticed that instead of crossing her legs as she had before, she sat with them slightly parted. The couple noticed their hostess's cotton covered crotch; the white material seemed to be darkened with moisture. Debbie noticed too. She piped up: "Mommy, we can see your panties!" Jane and Jim laughed. Ellen responded to her daughter, "I'm sorry sweetheart, but I'm much too hot to cross my legs." She winked at Jane and Jim. "We don't mind looking up your mommy's dress," Jim said. "Here, I'll uncross my legs too so you don't think your mom is any different," Jane offered, showing off her silky white panties. "You're funny," Debbie said to Jane. "Should I show you my panties too?" Jim replied quickly, "That's a good idea, then none of the girls are left out." His wife gave him a dirty look but Ellen smiled her approval, unaware of his ulterior motives. Debbie sat facing them, cross-legged, and continued to dress and undress her Barbie dolls. "You know, Ellen, if you're really that hot, there's no real reason you even need those panties. We're all friends here," Jim said. Jane shook her head, but said, "He's right, Ellen. Take them off; I'll join you." Ellen smiled nervously for a moment then looked over at Debbie, who was engrossed in the dolls. "Debbie honey, Aunt Jane and I are going to take off our underwear. Do you want to take yours off too? Uncle Jim won't mind." Ellen decided that in order to carry out this sexual diversion successfully, she'd need Debbie's cooperation. "No. I won't mind," Jim said. "In fact Debbie, I'd really like to see your cute little slit. It's probably not all hairy like your mom and Aunt Jane's." Debbie stood up and lifted her skirt. She stood undecided for a moment. "Mommy is Uncle Jim going to show us his if we show him ours?" Ellen giggled. "Why? Would you like to see Uncle Jim's thing?" Jim answered Debbie: "If you're a good little girl, maybe I'll show you it after dinner." Jane was standing now too, swaying slightly. She hurried up the process. "Here I go Debbie; I'm going to take mine off." She pulled up her linen skirt slowly, exposing the tops of her black stockings and the racy red garters that held them up. She stood with her skirt bunched around her hips for a moment. "Are you ready, everyone?" Ellen said, "I can't wait." She started wriggling out of her own panties without standing up. Jane made much more of a production out of it. She teetered on her high heels and rotated her hips as she slowly slid the silky white briefs off her hips. Eventually she let them slide down her legs and pool around her ankles where she gracefully stepped out of them. "Doesn't she look great, Debbie? Do you hope your thing looks like that when you grow up?" Jim prompted. Debbie nodded and pulled down her own panties. "Mine doesn't have any hair on it. Mommy when will mine have hair like you and Aunt Jane?" Ellen looked down at her own exposed cunt and slid a hand sensuously through the hair. "Soon enough honey. But remember what Uncle Jim said: he likes it with no hair." "Yeah," Jane interjected, "but Jim's a dirty old man." At that moment there was a knock at the apartment door. Ellen looked confused for an instant, as she wasn't expecting anyone. Nevertheless, she got up to answer it, leaving her panties on the couch. When Ellen opened the door, Mr. Warren, the old man from down the hall, was standing there with his dog, Charly, on a leash. "I'm sorry to bother you dear, but I was wondering if you could take Charly for the night. My son's been in a car accident and he's in hospital." Mr. Warren looked a little haggard, and he mechanically handed Ellen the dog's leash. "Of course, Mr. Warren. I hope your son will be alright. Is it serious?" Ellen took the leash. "No, I'm told he'll be fine. But he's been asking for me and I feel I should spend the night with him." Ellen squatted to pat the dog, unaware that she gave Mr. Warren an unobstructed view of her yawning vagina. "Hiya Charly. I know you'll be a good little doggie won't you?" Charly woofed gently and Mr. Warren tried his hardest not to look up Ellen's short dress. "Thank you very much dear. I must be off now. Thank you again." Mr. Warren backed awkwardly away, trying to conceal the lump forming in his baggy trousers. Ellen waved goodbye and led Charly into the apartment. "Looks like we have another guest for dinner, Debbie," Ellen said. "Mr. Warren had to see his son in hospital." "Goody! I love Charly," Debbie squealed, throwing her arms around the little mutt, who was a cross between a terrier, a collie, and a golden lab. Charly woofed happily and licked Debbie's face. "Okay, let's eat," Ellen suggested. Jim and Jane got up. While Jane was straightening out her skirt, Jim snook up behind Ellen and scooped up a handful of bare ass. Ellen giggled and slapped his hand away. "Behave, Jimmy, you naughty little boy," she scolded. They sat down around the table and Ellen brought out a large casserole dish of chicken parmesan and assorted bowls of vegetables. It was an impressive display. During the meal, which was delicious, Charly pattered quietly around waiting for scraps. Jim leaned over to Ellen and whispered, "Give Charly a treat: drop some food on your chair between your legs. When he finds it, you'll get a treat too." Ellen did as Jim suggested and a few moments later she gasped as Charly licked up the food, slathering his hot tongue across her exposed labia. "Wow, that was amazing. Jane you've got to try it." "What?" Jane asked, unaware of what was going on under the table. "Put some food down between your legs and let Charly lick it up. He's got quite an amazing tongue." Debbie dipped her head below table level to watch. Sure enough, as soon as Jane put the piece of chicken between her widespread legs, Charly dashed in tongue-first. Debbie tried it next and found the sensation very pleasurable. "Charly licked me," Debbie declared, "right on my peehole. It tickled. Did you like it Mommy?" "It feels wonderful doesn't it sweetheart?" Jim reached over under the table and slid his hand between Ellen's legs. Her legs were already spread, and his fingers soon pulled open her pussy lips to allow him to get his middle finger inside her. She looked over and raised her eyebrows at him, but made no move to stop him. He began massaging her clit with his thumb. Although Jane didn't continue to feed the dog, the single lick he had given her was enough to rev up her juicemaker and she found herself sustaining the pleasure by diddling herself frantically. She looked over to watch Jim performing the same function for her friend. Debbie looked under the table again and discovered the masturbatory activity going on down there. She disappeared fully under the table and knelt down between her mother's legs to watch Jim's stroking fingers closely. "Uncle jim, why are you fiddling with Mommy's peehole?" she asked from under the table. "Because it feels good. Do you want me to play with yours?" Jim reached towards Debbie, but Jane slapped his hand away. "Play with mine instead, honey. I'm tired of playing with myself. Besides, I'm too drunk to do it properly." "Okay. Come here." Jim sat between the two women, arms outstretched, with each hand busy working on a wet slash of womanhood. Yet the real object of his lust, what was causing the huge bulge in his pants, was the little girl watching them from across the table. He could see her cute little pussy under the short skirt she was wearing: utterly hairless, it was simple and perfect. So intently was she watching his busy hands that her expression looked almost smouldery, as if she were purposely trying to look sexy. When Jim looked at Ellen and Jane, he found that they both had their eyes closed and heads thrown back, totally engaged in what he was doing with his fingers. He mouthed a message to Debbie: "Come over here," and motioned with his head for emphasis. She obediently approached, but he felt powerless to communicate with her. He wanted her to unzip his pants and free his engorged monster, but he could neither speak nor gesture for fear of alerting his wife or Ellen to his perversion. He felt as if his hands were tied behind his back. In an attempt to get somewhere with the girl, he made kissing actions with his lips. Debbie silently giggled and slowly approached him, lips puckered to kiss him. He could smell her fresh skin before she made contact, but when her lips touched his, he felt a tug of lust at his groin. When she kissed him again, he parted his lips and let his tongue sit on his bottom lip. She felt the extra wetness and backed away, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her blouse. "Yech," she said aloud, causing Ellen and Jane to zoom back into reality. "What is it sweetheart? Do you think it's yucky that Mommy and Aunt Jane are letting Uncle Jim fiddle with our peeholes?" Ellen asked. Debbie looked sternly at Jim. "No. But he kissed me with his tongue out like a doggie." Jane was about to scold Jim when Ellen came to his defense: "But you like it when Charly kisses you like that. Let Uncle Jim kiss you again. This time you kiss him like a doggie too. Maybe you can touch tongues." Debbie agreed with her mother's logic, and she merrily climbed onto Jim's lap and licked his cheek. "There. Just like Charly." Jim licked her back and took her head between his cunt-slimed hands to brace her for a serious French kiss. When his tongue snaked into her little mouth, she resisted only slightly. Soon her tongue was jousting proficiently with his. "There," Ellen said, "now you're kissing like a grown-up." Jane decided that there was nothing for her to do but go along with her husband's desires, especially since the little girl's mother didn't seem to care. Ellen was, in fact, actively encouraging the deviant behaviour. Besides, Jane realized as she watched Debbie perched on her husband's lap, pigtails fluttering back and forth with each undulation of a passionate kiss, it was beginning to turn her on. "Ellen," Jane addressed her friend, "can you believe my husband? What a pervert!" "Doesn't it turn you on Jane? I always wished Jeff had stayed around so he could have taught Debbie like this. She might as well learn it at home." Then Ellen stumbled out of her chair and flopped down at Jane's sprawled out feet. "You know what, friend? Your pussy is looking awfully tasty from way over there. Can I get a taste?" Jane didn't answer Ellen--she simply grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face-first between her legs. The sensation of a ravenous tongue working on her cunt was greatly appreciated. Jim was still kissing Debbie, but his hands had wandered down to her scanty little rump. He flipped up the velour material of her skirt to get his hands on bare skin. He ran his fingertips gently across her buttocks, then up and down her moist asscrack. He broke the kiss so he could tell her what he was doing: "When I kiss my wife, I play with her bum, just like I'm playing with yours. I usually stick my finger right up her bum too. Can I do it to you?" Debbie asked suspiciously, "Will it hurt?" Jim kissed her on the forehead for reassurance. "At first it will. But then you'll start to like it. You know when you take a poo sometimes it hurts, but you feel really good when you're finished? That's what it will be like." "Okay," Debbie agreed affably, "I like going poo, even though it's stinky sometimes." She giggled. Jim kissed her again. "Someday I'll come and smell your poo with you. Would you like that?" "That's silly." Jim poked gently at her anus. "Okay, Debbie, push out as if you were really going poo. I need to get my finger in." Debbie grunted hard. "Ungh. Is that better." Jim felt a warm wetness spreading across his lap, soaking into his wool dress pants. He realized Debbie had pushed hard enough to force out a dribble of urine. "Oops, Debbie honey, looks like you had an little accident," Jim said quietly, "but don't worry. Just try to push out your sweet little butthole without going pee." Debbie looked down between her straddling legs at the stain on Jim's thighs. "I'm sorry Uncle Jim. I just wanted to push like you said. I want you to be able to put your finger in my bum." Jane looked up from her fascination with the top of Ellen's bobbing head, and asked, "What are you two up to?" Debbie brought her hands up to shield both sides of her mouth and scrunched up her face furtively. "Don't tell her. Please don't tell her I peed on you. I didn't mean to." He told Debbie not to worry, then looked over at Jane and Ellen, noticing their sexual coupling for the first time. "We're just getting to know each other. How about you two? Does that cunt taste good, Ellen?" A muffled slurp in the affirmative was all Jim got for an answer. "It sounded like your little girlfriend was trying to take a dump," Jane said. Debbie turned to answer Jane. "He was just trying to put his finger up my bum like he does to you." Jane put on a face of false shock. "He promised only I got the bumhole treatment! Oh well, I guess he likes you better now. That means you'll have to do everything I do: play with his thing, put it in your mouth, let him put it in your peehole, and let him squirt his gooey stuff wherever he wants." When Debbie turned back to look at Jim, Jane winked at him and grit her teeth as she humped into Ellen's active face. "You do all that?" Debbie asked Jim. "Sure. That's what husbands and wives do. It's called fucking." Debbie giggled. "That's a swear word." "I know. But it's okay to say it to a girl who just peed on you. Fuck, Debbie, fuck." Jim kissed her lips and stroked her ass some more. "Okay, Uncle Jim. Fuck." She giggled harder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Jane started moaning loudly as Ellen's tongue forced her to submit to a rolling orgasm. "Lick my snatch, you fucking bitch. Suck the sauce out of my cunt. Yes. Yes. Oh, God." Jane spasmed as her muscles contracted. Ellen smiled up at Jane with a glistening face and stroked her friend's sweaty bush with her palm. "Did you like that Jane? I love the taste of your pussy. After all these years, I finally got a chance to eat you." Jane patted her friend's head and sighed in appeasement. Jim whispered to Debbie: "Your mom was doing a good job licking my wife's peehole, wasn't she?" "Yeah. I guess she must really like her huh?" Jim nodded, and then noticed that Jane was getting ready to leave. She was purposely preventing him from escalating his liaison with Debbie. He decided to go along with her, since he was convinced that Ellen would be more than eager to re-ignite the situation in the future. "We've got to go now, Debbie. I think it's past your bedtime anyway. But we'll come back soon. Or maybe you can come over to our house." Although disappointed, Debbie graciously climbed down off Jim's lap and pulled her skirt back over her silky little butt. "Okay. Goodnight Uncle Jim. I'm glad you came over." Across the room on the couch, Ellen was wiping off her face with a tissue. Jim sat down beside her, his hand resting high on her bare thigh. He leaned into her ear so Jane and Debbie couldn't hear. "I guess we'll have to wait until next time to have our little romp." "I can't wait." She put her hand on his thigh, feeling the wetness Debbie had left behind. "How come your leg's all wet?" "Your daughter had a little accident while she was sitting on my knee. Nothing to worry about." "Is it piss?" Ellen's eyes lit up and she sniffed her fingers to confirm her suspicion. Then she whispered back to him: "Did your cock get extra hard when you felt my little girl piss on you?" Jim sneered. "Not as hard as it will get after I piss all over you, you filthy slut." She beamed back: "Like I said: `I can't wait.'" (continued in part 1e) ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |