Message-ID: <7390eli$9801181707@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: daddy's little rapetoy Subject: Photo Pro (3/3) 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: <34BFED8C.1D3C@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 three of three) Bonnie waited until she had Ginger's attention once again, then said. "I've seen you cum a hundred times, so don't hold your breath waiting for applause. That was fair." "I'll try harder next time. I'm ready for another one. You know me, my second cum is always better than my first." Bonnie resumed, "When he finished, Mom cleaned me thoroughly and stepped aside. Daddy said, 'Now look at that dear. See what a difference using a real penis can do? Look how flushed and alive her parts are. Look how her anus has opened and blossomed. See how her Vagina is full and open like an orchid.' "She said, unconvincingly, 'Yes, I see what you mean. If that's what makes a good picture, then you should get some good ones. I better take her into the bathroom and douche her vagina real good to wash out the accidents.' "Daddy said, 'There's no time for that. Besides, I wouldn't want to tamper with perfection. Pregnancy is a risk we'll just have to take.'" "Grandma must have freaked at this." "No, but this is where she seems to have caught on and accepted the inevitable. I thought I detected friendly sarcasm in her voice when she said, 'Well, I suppose. I'm glad I bit my tongue, now. Boy, I sure would have felt foolish if I had voiced what I was thinking. I'm ashamed to even tell you gentlemen, but I actually thought you were trying to get my daughter pregnant. I feel so silly, now. You will get no further questions from me. I've learned my lesson.' "The funny part was, after saying they had no time, they lounged around for an hour with my ass propped up on two cushions to prevent the sperm from coming out. They even had Mom get the cushions and do the propping. She was puzzled by their odd request, even more puzzled at their lack of haste. She said she wouldn't question them again, and they tested her. She passed the test. "Mom's brow wrinkled when someone stuck his finger in my cunt, stirred the six loads I had in my vaginal well, and said, 'Just in case she is ovulating, we ought to give everyone's sperm an even chance at the egg, huh? May the best man win.' "Mom didn't find that a bit funny. He got no courtesy laugh and the closest thing to a scowl she gives. Later, Mom came around with the coffee pot, and Daddy said, "I think she is ready for another stir, dear. Would you mind?' "She looked dumbly at him and said, 'You mean put my finger in there?' He said, 'Yes, and stir clockwise.' Mom set the pot down and timidly inserted her index finger. I could feel her slender feminine finger moving around in my twat as she said, 'Like this?' Here,let me show you, Ginger." With that, Bonnie reached for Ginger's pussy, but was block by both of Ginger's hands. Ginger said, "Mother, no. No touching, remember?" "Fine. The end." "Oh, fuck, not that again. All right, god damnit! Show me." "Get up on the table and lie back. I'll get the cushions." "Oh Shit!" Ginger climbed onto the table and reclined with her legs hanging off the edge. Bonnie brought two sofa cushions and made Ginger pull her legs up and over her head. Bonnie propped the cushions under the small of Ginger's back, then said, "Now relax but keep your knees out wide. Keep your twat straight up. That's my girl. Okay, you've just been screwed by seven men; six came in your twat and you are one juicy Lucy. Here's what she did." Bonnie inserted her right index finger and stirred clockwise, saying, "My, but you are one creamy-twatted bitch, aren't you?" "Yes. Are you done now?" "What's the matter? Does my finger remind you of Frank's peter?" "He is not that small, Mother." "How would you know? You've never been fucked by a real cock." Bonnie drew her finger out, then lightly flicked Ginger's clit, saying, "You sure have a cute little pussy, Ginger. Cute enough to eat with a spoon. Fucking Frank has done one thing for you; you're still as tight as a virgin." "Mother, please. I don't want to get into that scene with you, not even on the receiving end. I told you, I am 100% straight. Even if I did feel like trying girl/girl sex, it would not be with my own mother." "Suit yourself, but I wasn't offering to suck your twat for you. I just said it was cute enough to eat with a spoon. Do you see a spoon n my hand? You can get down, now." Ginger eased down from the table and resumed her seat. This time, she did not start right in masturbating, but sat with her knees together, eager to hear more. Bonnie said, "Play with your pussy, Ginger. Make me a good spread. Yes, just like that. In fact, that's what Daddy said when Mom asked if she was doing it right. He said, 'Yeah, just like that. A minute should do.' She stirred the sperm while the guys suppressed smirks. She was called to stir the well five more times before we headed out to the studio. In the studio, they broke up into fits of laughter, mocking her, and repeating the things she said and did." "Did she get you on the pill?" "She never mentioned it. I don't know why unless she thought that a thorough pussy washing would suffice, or whether Daddy nixed the idea. "When we emerged from the studio, an hour later, Mom had the mugs on the table ready for the customary bull session. While in the studio, they decided to place a few welts on my ass and tits. They rarely hit me with the whip - two or three across my ass was about all they ever did. They weren't really into the S&M scene, but they had all the gear, and filled requests from time to time. This time, they put at least a dozen welts on my ass, tits, belly, and thighs. Mom never saw anything like that before. I took the whipping without complaint, hoping this would shock her out of her complacency. "She surprised us by her lack of reaction. If what they'd done upset her, she kept her feelings in check. I did notice that she did not loosen up as fast as the last time we met, but after three mugs of beer, she relaxed considerably and focused her attentions on my welts when I came near. She'd trace the lines with her finger while making some crude comment about me misbehaving during the shoot. Later, after her fourth beer, she'd drag a fingernail along a welt to watch me wince before delivering a hard slap on the welt. She ended up tracing and slapping every welt I had, and would finger my ass and pussy as the guys did." Ginger giggled and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, but this shit really turns me on. Frank is still into spanking and belt whippings, but Cindy is his favorite target, now. I still get off on a good spanking, but watching Cindy get it with a belt, buck naked, is better. I can picture Grandma trying to impress the guys after you told her that she can't hurt you. I'll bet you wished you'd thought that over more carefully." "That's an understatement, Ginger. I'm like you, though. I respond to a good ass whipping, even some of their torture devices made me hot. Pain administered by someone who knows what they're doing can be a terrific experience, but Mom did not know what she was doing. No one ever hurt me as badly as Mom did, and I felt obligated not to cry or even cry out. Another thing, when the guys fingered me, they never made a big deal about doing it. They'd reach over, slip a finger in, hold me in place by my pussy or asshole, then slip out and let me move on. Mom, on the other hand, was vulgar. She made sure everybody saw where her finger went, then she'd fuck her stiff finger in and out, giggling, or saying something like, 'Oh, it feels all gooey in there,' or, 'We must stir this up so the best man wins,' or, 'Oops, can't make a baby in there; it's full of poo poo.'" "Oh, that's beautiful! She was making a real ass of herself, wasn't she?" "A huge ass, Ginger. Hell, I was embarrassed for her. After all I'd been through, I found her antics the most vulgar and childish of all. She was trying so hard to fit in. She was really pathetic. What ever maternal feelings she had for me seemed to go right out the window after four beers. She returned to her old self the next day, though. Still, I knew she'd throw me to the wolves when they returned the following week." "I'm curious; how did she act the next day? I mean, after what she'd witnessed and done to you, how could she be her old self?" "She wasn't her old self like she'd been months earlier, or even a week earlier. She knew they were simply dirty old men molesting her child, but she also knew there wasn't a damn thing she could or would do about it. By this time, she was beyond denial and rationalizing, beginning a phase of acceptance. To speed this phase along, Daddy made me remain naked at all times while in the house. He also took me where and when he pleased, which was always where Mom would see. Furthermore, she had to see my welts constantly, so she could never put that night out of her mind. She handled the transition by simply not talking about it. "When the guys showed up the following week, they started right in fucking me. Mom never lifted an eyebrow when they spermed my womb. She stirred the well between fucks and didn't wipe anything but the table after they finished with me. The guys spent the entire time in the studio preparing me for the bull session to follow. "For this bull session, they dressed me in one of the S&M theme costumes. In addition to the five-inch spike heels, I wore large weave fishnet hose, a leather garter belt, and a push-up matching leather metal-studded bra that presented my exposed nipples. My nipples had alligator clips on them with beaded bangles dangling from each. In addition, my clit was pulled out and clamped tightly in a wide spring clamp that they molded into the base of a giant India rubber cock that hung past my knees. This carefully detailed imitation cock was so obscene, especially dangling between my legs, swinging like an elephant's trunk, tugging on my clit with every step. I suppose they wanted to demonstrate what sort of photography they were doing." "What a sight that must have made. This just gets better and better." "They didn't stop there, either. They covered my body in lewd graffiti: vulgar messages, nasty cartoons, crudely-drawn replicas of genitalia, cocks shooting thick ropes of sperm, a girl sucking off a pony, a big dog fucking a very pregnant child named Bonnie. Mom was visibly stunned when she saw me, but tried hard not to show it. Her face was redder than I thought possible as she watched me hobble toward the table with a pitcher of beer. The men took seats and carried on as though this were a regular bull session. They ignored me for the most part, but Mom's eyes never left my body. She could not take her eyes off of me. She strained to read every word written, and visually devoured every drawing, especially the doggie scenes which were rather well- done. "I saw her gradually adjust to my bizarre condition and giggle when Daddy took hold of my cock and made me dance in place on my tip toes as the guy behind me repeatedly slapped my bare ass hard, making a loud crack with each fall of his hand. I moved around the table with guys tormenting my nipples, pulling on the clamps until my tits were pulled out thin at the ends. My ass took a beating as I made my way toward Mom. By the time I got to her, she was visibly aroused and eager to get hold of me. I knew I'd get no reprieve from her." "Oh, god, Mother, I need something to fuck myself with. I know you must have a dildoe." "In my night stand, top drawer, hurry." Less than a minute later, Ginger plopped back in her seat with the clamp dong her mother had described in the story. She declared, "Oh, Mother, I love it. When we're finished, you simply must clamp this fucker on my clit and let me walk around." "It will be my pleasure, sweetheart." "Please continue." "Go easy. I know you're not used to one a third that big. Okay, I arrived at Mom's place and she grabbed my nipple clamps, pulling me around by them to stand between her parted knees. She tortured my tits by pulling those bangles to better read what was written on and under my tits. She'd read aloud some nasty witticism, then berate me for being a nasty child. She'd swat my ass or slap my tit flesh, read another, and slap me again. She acted as though I wrote that shit on my body. The men howled, which only drove her on. "She tired of slapping me after reddening me from my knees to my shoulders. She took me by the cock, hoisting me to the table top. She made me recline before her as she turned her chair to face my spread beaver. She pushed my legs back and told me to hold them wide open. The men sat forward, eager to see what she was up to. Mom unclamped the cock and laid it on my belly with the head between my tits, then rudely pulled my cunt lips open and peered inside my hole, saying, 'Have you been letting these men fuck you out there in that studio, Bonnie?' "I said, 'Yes, Mommy.' She says, 'Oh, you nasty child. You nasty little whore.' She then gave my clit a hard shake and tug while pinching with her nails dug in, saying, "Oh, you are a nasty little whore, you are.' She probed my anus with her finger and said, 'And did you let them put their cocks in here, too?' I said, 'Yes, Mommy, there too.' She slapped my ass hard and cried, 'You filthy slut, you, letting grown men fuck you in the ass. No doubt you sucked on their cocks, didn't you? You sucked their cocks till they ejaculated in your mouth, didn't you? You sucked and swallowed their sperm right from their balls, didn't you? Didn't you, you cock sucking whore!' 'Yes, lots of times, Mommy. They've been fucking me and making me suck their cocks for over a month.' She said, 'I'm not the least surprised, and I don't blame them one bit. I'm sure you led them on. I've been watching you closely. You are getting exactly what you deserve. If you think I'm going to stand in their way, you have another thing coming, young lady. I'm going to see that you serve these gentlemen properly like a good little cock sucking whore should. I'll see that you beg for cock, and you'll beg them to squirt their sperm in your pussy where it belongs.' "She took the rubber dong and fitted the head to my asshole, then worked that huge cock in until only two inches remained sticking out while saying, 'And when they fuck your asshole, you'll beg them to pull out and cum in your pussy where the sperm might do some good.' She then pulled me to my feet and smacked my ass, saying, 'We need more beer. Get busy, slut!'" "OH! YES!" "Their laughter rang in my ears as I shuffled to the kitchen. This turned into an all nighter, and I was thoroughly screwed in every hole before the sun rose. Mom tucked me in. In parting, she dug in my sperm-filled pussy, took out a sopping wet hand, and smeared the mess over my mouth, saying, 'I meant what I said. You're going to be a good little whore for our friends, aren't you?' Naturally, I nodded. Hell, I already was. You couldn't get much better. I licked her fingers clean, then she left smiling." "Oh FUCK ME! Oh Mother fuck me! Oh shit, Christ, DAMN! I'm cummingggggggggg! Uh...uh...oh, oh, ahhh! Ahhh." Ginger took longer to recover. When her eyes opened, Bonnie said, "Not bad. We're almost finished. Wanna stop here?" "No, go on." "After that, our photo sessions always began with a gang bang in front of Mom. They dropped all pretense of professional conduct. The men actually stripped naked from the start, parading around, stroking their erections, and placing me in obscene positions for screwing, butt fucking, or cock sucking, sometimes, all three at once. They also stopped using clinical terms. It was fucking, and that's what they called it. My vagina became a pussy or a cunt, and my anus was my asshole. Even Mom began using the term, fuck, and referring to my vagina as a pussy. And they could cum where they pleased, but Mom had a preference for my pussy." Ginger said, "Yep, Grandma was onboard." "Oh, yes. Even I was onboard by then. I knew I was going to get pregnant, and I fully accepted that fact. Mom dropped all pretenses. She sat in on the photo shoots and suggested poses that were every bit as obscene as those the guys came up with. It was her idea to bring dogs into the act. We ended up owning four that I serviced daily, whether filming or not. She also suggested that they take shots of me eating her pussy. She especially liked having me eat her while I was being screwed by a dog. Eating Mom's pussy was also a daily occurrence." "Oh shit, Mom! You're going to make me cum again!" "Oh, you like the idea of a daughter eating her mother's pussy." Bonnie lifted her skirt and spread her legs to expose her naked wet beaver, saying, "Go for it, baby!" Ginger pounded her pussy with the huge dong and cried, "Mother, you filthy fucking whore! Oh, you fucking bitch. You sick slut, you! Oh God, I love it! I love it! Oh yesssss! I'm cummingggggg!!!" Bonnie returned her feet to the floor and dropped her skirt with a knowing smile. She watched Ginger slowly recover and struggle to sit up. Ginger blushed self-consciously, smiled, and said, "We're both sick. I hope you know that." "Yes, I know that." "I hope you're finished, because I can't take anymore." "We're almost done, but there's a good six inches you aren't using." "I tried, believe me, I tried. Okay, I'm ready for more." "Those men were welcome to drop in and screw me any time, day or night. We had orgies, lots of orgies, and somewhere in all that fucking, one of those little sperm cells cracked the egg and made little Ginger. Now you know." "Wow, think of the competition that one sperm had to fertilize the egg. I feel so special." "You are special, Ginger. On Father's Day, you have your work cut out for you." "Yeah, and I think I'd like to leave it that way. I don't want to know which one it was. Is there any chance we could all get together for a family reunion?" "They aren't all available. I think one died and one moved away, but Daddy can bring what's left together, and they still have two of the dogs. I can't guarantee those guys will behave themselves, but the dogs are well-trained." "I want guarantees that they won't." "That, I can guarantee. I'll tell you what I'll do. If you will get off the pill and set this up to coincide with your ovulation, I will consider that compensation for stealing my husband from me." "I knew you were still bitter about that. Oh, all right. Daddy's going to be furious with me, but that's the breaks. Actually, I was a bit disappointed when I learned that my daddy hadn't knocked me up after all. Now, he just might." "If you don't deliver a litter of pups, he just might at that." Bonnie, once again, presented Ginger with an obscene spread beaver, and said, "Right now, you can begin making up to me for eight hours of intense labor. Your time begins when your lips seal themselves to my cunt." Ginger smiled then got to her knees and crawled forward, but that's another story. The End -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |