Message-ID: <7389eli$9801181707@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: daddy's little rapetoy Subject: Photo Pro (2/3) by Phil Phantom Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii 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: <34BFED47.421A@hotmail.com> The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a firm grasp on reality should venture further. This story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not to attempt any of these acts without professional guidance and a net. If you are underage, stand, move away from the console, and unplug the computer. Reading stories like this can make you go blind. If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners to convert, study this story and memorize it. This will help you recognize sinners when you see them. Good luck, and avoid mirrors! Phil Phantom "Photo Pro" (Part two of three) Ginger made a pained face, but stood and came up to her mother. She bent at the waist and brought her right tit to Bonnie's lips. Bonnie teased and sucked the hard nipple while molding and massaging the breast. Ginger's heavy breathing betrayed how she really felt. She offered the other tit immediately when Bonnie eased off the right one. When both tits were done, Ginger returned to her seat wearing a full body blush. She was speechless." Bonnie appeared unaffected. She casually resumed her story, saying, "After the session, when they gathered around the dining table, I served them as a naked waitress. They even went so far as to have me wear spike high heels - only the spike heels. Mom always joined them for a beer or two. Their hands were all over me as I tottered around the table pouring beer in their glasses." "Yes, I love it. Naked is much better for frigging off. Look all you want, Mother. I could care less." Bonnie smiled and resumed, "After a shoot, cum would leak out of me for an hour, so the insides of my legs stayed wet and shiny. I made a point of giving Mom good looks at my inner thighs and shiny wet ass as I made my way around the table. I also kept any marks I had on me in plain sight. In particular, I wanted her to see the marks made by alligator clips that they often placed on my nipples, clit, or labia lips. Those damn things left bright red teeth imprints that lasted for days. Right after a shoot, the angry marks were positively unmistakable as to what caused them. "No matter how brazen I was in my efforts to show what they'd done to me, my efforts were in vein. Mom either looked away or pretended not to see. I filled as many glasses as I could by getting in next to Mom and leaning out with a leg raised to counter balance me. She had to see. There were times when my nearest nipple was in her face, and I'd get sperm on her knees from my wet thighs." Ginger offered, "That's unreal. She had to be suspicious, at least." "I'm sure she was, but she never let on. Her demeanor never changed. She never even commented on those ridiculous spike heels I had to wear. She observed everything but saw nothing. Her eyes would lite on a man's finger going up my twat or on my nipple being twisted in a vise-like grip into gross distortion. She'd take in the sight, then jerk her eyes away. She got a peek at everything, but would not stare. "When Mom began joining in on the after-shoot bullshit sessions, acting totally at ease, laughing at their crude jokes, and ignoring all the finger-fucking, ass slapping, tit squeezing, and nipple twisting that was a constant, the guys began treating her as one of the guys. Abuse followed me where ever I went, and Mom was as likely as anyone to slap my bright red fanny or tweak a sore nipple as I passed by. When Mom started abusing me, that really freaked me out, mostly because she was still in denial, and still her regular self." Ginger sat forward, still playing with her pussy, and said, "Okay, how do you explain her behavior at those bullshit group gropes. If she wasn't an active partner in crime, who explained away the crude behavior at those bull sessions? What they were doing had nothing whatsoever to do with photography." "Actually, she explained it away. That was the only time she took me aside and discussed anything related to my sexual abuse. After the men left and Daddy turned in, she came to me in my bedroom. She sat on my bed and stroked my hair, then told me not to let their crude behavior bother me. She said that men were just grown-up boys when they got together over beer, and that they act silly and nasty, and that this conduct was something we women had to learn to accept about them. She said that even professionals will act like drunk sailors when they decide to unwind, and that's all it was. She said, "I'm just trying to fit in and make them feel comfortable. I didn't want you to think I enjoyed treating you that way, sweetheart." Ginger said, "She rationalized finger fucking and tit torture." "Keep in mind that she'd accepted finger fucking as a professional act done as part of a warm-up to a photo shoot. Except for nipple twisting and fanny slaps, they weren't doing anything at their bullshit session that they hadn't already done on the table earlier. The only difference was, the pre-shoot warm-up activities were a professional act; whereas the things they did to me at the bullshit session was men just being playful and crude. She felt she needed to explain and console me about the latter, but never brought up the former." "What about the nipple torture?" "She never mentioned anything about those marks made by the alligator clips; but personally, I think those blood red marks, more than anything else, helped break down her wall of denial. She was trying to fit alligator clips into her new world order, but she couldn't make them fit." "I didn't think you could explain her behavior away, but I suppose if a person were trying to rationalize away the irrational, that would do it." "It did for her, anyway, and I truly believe she was sincere. That was when I first noticed her changing. She was shifting from denial to rationalization, and her personality was changing as a result. You could see the stress she was under as her world of denial crumbled around her. She was very relieved when I told her I understood. She let out a big sigh of relief and said, 'I'm so glad you understand. I just want to fit in with the group, Bonnie, and you saw how excited the guys got when I slapped your fanny and called you a little trollop. You were being such a good sport about all the abuse they were dishing out. I figured a little slap and pinch here and there couldn't hurt. It meant so much to them to know I wasn't an old fuddy duddy sitting in judgement of them having a little harmless fun with my little girl.'" Ginger took renewed interest, sitting up, saying, "Wow, Mother, that tells me a great deal. When she could no longer deny what was happening, she had to rationalize. That's all she had to fall back on." "Exactly, and I understood, even at that age. I had to reassure her several more times that I understood completely, and that I thought nothing of her slaps and nipple twists; which, by the way, were as hard and cruel as the guys were doing. She really laid it on after she won their approval. She hurt me, and she knew it. She needed to hear me tell her that her abuse of me was okay, and I told her several times before she could accept that. "Weeks earlier, Daddy gave me permission to answer truthfully to any question Mom posed, but said I couldn't volunteer any information. There were times, after a photo shoot, that she'd even seen angry red welts made by a whip. These lasted throughout the week, and I'd do my best to keep them on display throughout the week. She never commented on them, so when she asked for my okay, I took another stab at getting through to her, saying, 'You can't hurt me, Mom. My breasts, nipples, and vagina are accustomed to very rough treatment. I am tough as nails, now, so do whatever you feel you need to do to make our guests comfortable. I won't mind, honest.' I added, 'Also, you can call me any name in the book. I know you are only saying those things to fit in and be one of the guys. You have to verbally abuse me and physically abuse me if you want to be accepted as one of them." Ginger said, "Don't tell me she didn't catch that hint." "She did, but she didn't want to hear what I had to say. She just thanked me again and told me what a trooper I was." "That pretty much told you where she stood on the physical abuse though, didn't it?" "Yes, but I knew she wouldn't try to stop the beatings and physical torments. She'd known for some time that they were working me over in that studio. She could have attempted to stop them long ago, but didn't. No, I was hoping to start a dialog that would lead to a full disclosure, exposing all the perverted activity. I still thought, at that point, that she might curtail or severely restrict the intercourse if she were confronted with the fact that they were fucking me without protection. I still wanted birth control and felt certain she'd insist on that much, at least. I did lose faith in that conviction after our talk, though. I didn't think she was capable of drawing any lines. "Having Mom join their bull sessions was a major breakthrough for them, and their nasty little game took a radical leap after she joined in the abuse. In the studio, they had a good laugh over their successes. Daddy told them that he bet they could fuck me and get Mom to go along. They bet money on it and selected a volunteer to try at the next session. They wanted to see anal and vaginal sex, with orgasm, right in front of Mom. Daddy already had Mom in the habit of giving me my enemas prior to a shoot, so my asshole would be ready for a big cock. He told her he wanted my colon clean to flatten my abdomen. She gave me enemas until I shit clear water. "At the next session, Mom stood close by and watched everything. She obviously felt welcome, because she used to hang back out of the way. I was laid out on the table like a lab frog and getting both my ass and pussy fingered by several of the men at once, a gang finger bang that looked anything but professional. Two others played roughly with my titties. Mom appeared comfortable with what they were doing and would smile from time to time to let them know she wasn't bothered. I remember her saying, 'Boy, that ought to get her blood flowing, for sure.' "Someone said, 'You know, the French use the natural technique. They will only use a real penis for anal and vaginal enhancement. They do get amazing results, you've got to admit that.' Another one added, 'They are the world's best. They must know something we don't.' Another said, "That's how DuPree won the Googleheim. He used the French method with a model younger than Bonnie.' "Daddy said, 'Well, damnit, I'm not willing to play second fiddle to a bunch of Frenchies. Honey, I want to try this French technique with Bonnie. She wants to be the best. She has worked hard to be the best. I'm sure she's willing to do anything it takes, but I want your okay if we're going to go all the way with her.' "Mom said, 'I don't understand. What do you mean, go all the way?' He says, 'Go all the way, dear, as in use a real penis the way it's supposed to be used, the natural way to stimulate a vagina.' 'Oh my,' she says as they all stared, waiting to hear her reply. I was waiting as anxiously as they were, because this was my chance to get on the pill. "Mom agonized over her response, but finally said, 'Well, this is your profession. I suppose you know what's best. I'm sure you'll be careful and take precautions. If Bonnie is willing, and you want to try this French method, I guess you'll need privacy.'" Ginger folded her arms and sat back, though keeping her knees wide, saying, "Okay, Mom. This has got to be where Grandma gets on board. By no stretch can any rational human being rationalize that crock, and why must you stare at my cunt like that?" "Why not? Honey, keep in mind that for two weeks she'd been watching me getting fingers and dildoes shoved deep in my ass and cunt. A live penis was no great escalation by then. She had to know I had no hymen. Daddy was a pro at bringing you along one baby step at a time. If they'd pulled that shit just one week earlier, I know she would have freaked out. I wasn't surprised at all; besides, this group was our social circle. We had no other friends. She wanted to be part of their group. She certainly didn't want to act the spoiler when what they were asking for wasn't that big a deal." "I suppose, but I'm sure she knew the score." "She did, and she remained anxious after Daddy's explanation. I could tell she wasn't buying the French method. Anyway, Daddy said, 'Honey, these men are professionals in this field. Modesty is not an issue. Aesthetics is all that matters. You should stay; you're part of the team. You needn't be embarrassed, and you may be able to assist. We are going to do this right, or not at all, right guys?' "All of that crap he was shoveling her way was just to introduce those five words: you're part of the team. He knew exactly what she needed to hear to get her to go along with their transparent scheme. He was a real pro at manipulation, Ginger. They all sounded off with affirmatives without ever asking me how I felt about the plan. The volunteer stood, brought out his eight-inch stiff cock, and stroked the shaft. They slid me to the table's edge, and he placed the head of his cock at my pussy with Mom standing right beside him. He rubbed that throbbing cock around the wet opening of my twat, while Mom stared with eyes wide, her hand covering her mouth. "Under her intense scrutiny, he went right in to his balls after a brief period of stirring my juices, proving that I had no hymen. He fucked my pussy in long deep strokes, as Mom stared in open-mouthed awe. I tried hard not to show so much as a flinch or let out a tiny grunt. I clearly demonstrated that my pussy was no stranger to his eight-inch cock. Mom's eyes were riveted to my stuffed pussy getting fucked by the only cock she'd seen other than Daddy's six-incher. He screwed me hard for a few minutes, then dropped down to my asshole. Once in position, he grasped my hips and pulled until the head popped in." Ginger attacked her cunt with renewed vigor and cried out, "Fucking a little girl's ass, right in front of her mother. I love it!" "Mom was truly amazed by what she saw. Butt fucking was not in her vocabulary or life experience. She seemed fascinated by the sight of a big dick penetrating my asshole without so much as a grunt from me. He began a fucking motion and soon had six inches sawing in and out of my well-conditioned asshole. Daddy said, 'It's working. I can see a difference guys.' This is the secret all right. Keep that up. Go all the way in. Don't hold back; you're getting there.' He slid right in to the balls. "He was actually screwing eight inches of cock in your ass and she said nothing?" "Not a word. I swear. Not only that, after Daddy's encouraging words, the guy slammed into my ass and began fucking me hard and fast until he came - half in, and half out of my ass. Quite a bit of cum was deliberately shot right at my wide open pussy crack, as one of the guys reached over and pulled my cunt lips open for him. Daddy explained the cum shot away as an occupational hazard that was unavoidable and to be expected. He asked for another volunteer as Mom went dashing for a rag. "Another guy stepped up, drew out a larger cock, and inserted the head in my spermy pussy before Mom could wipe off the cum. He pumped his shaft and rubbed my clit, pushed the head in, drew back out, then rubbed the head through my slit. He got his cock good and wet with the other guy's sperm, then shoved his cock in. He gradually pushed all the way in as Mom made an anguished face." "That's beautiful, just fucking beautiful!" "So is your cunt, Ginger. Do you think you can get your legs any farther apart?" "The splits aren't wide enough for you? What's the matter; you can't quite see my tonsils?" "Get smart with me, Ginger, and the story ends here." "I'm sorry! I'm real, real sorry. Please don't stop now!" Bonnie smiled knowingly, then said, "He fucked me hard for a good ten minutes. Daddy said, 'If you feel like you are going to ejaculate, try to pull out and deposit the stuff where it won't cause a problem. She's just a child, and she's not on the pill.' Minutes later, he came in my pussy after stepping up his efforts to reach a climax, pulling our loins tightly together for the cum shot, grunting with each jet he squirted in my womb." "Oh, Yes! Cream the little girl's womb while Mommy watches helplessly. Too much!" "Mom wasn't exactly helpless. She could have ended their game if she'd pitched a bitch. She appeared visibly shaken by this blatant disregard for the rules she and Daddy sorta laid down. When he withdrew, she wiped angrily at the sperm seeping out from my abused pussy hole, then looked to Daddy to chastise the vulgar man. Daddy said, 'Oh well, accidents happen.' When she heard Daddy blow it off so casually, she instantly stopped her angry display and simply patted the rag to my twat." "Do you mean she had nothing to say to this man after he intentionally shot his wad in you?" "All she said was, 'Let's try not to have anymore accidents.' The next guy pulled out but came on my twat. Mom got a clean rag to wipe up the mess, but the guy wouldn't get out of the way. While she waited patiently, he remained in place and used his wilting dick to play in his sperm. Before long, he was stuffing sperm inside. He took his time and didn't stop until his dick gave out. She then wiped up what little was left outside, while the men watched with amused grins." "Uh! Oh! Oh yes!" "She stepped aside for the next guy and went to rinse the rag. He made no attempt to avoid cumming in my twat. He actually announced that he was about to cum, then pulled himself in tight to put his load deep. Mom mopped what seeped out and stepped aside for another who did the same thing, only with more exaggerated flair, grunting and pumping his sperm deep. After he finished cumming, he remained lodged inside, plugging his load of sperm until his dick went soft." "Oh! Oh! More!" "The next guy tried to top that. He spent the whole time jacking off while rubbing the head of his cock in my spermy cunt lips. When he was ready to cum, he announced the fact, then centered his cock at my pussy hole. He put the head in and pumped his load out with his fist jacking the shaft." "Oh, God, I'm going to cum!" "Daddy was last and determined to top everyone. He put the head of his cock in my cunt, than placed Mom's hand on his shaft and asked her to do her thing. Mom got into the job after an uncomfortable start. She obviously knew her business, because she knew exactly how to pace the strokes. Mom's fist banged against my sloppy twat as she brought Daddy off. She milked Daddy's spend into my overflowing snatch." "Oh Jesus! OH JESUS! Oh God, I'm cumming. I'm cumming sooooo good." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |