Message-ID: <7887eli$9801281425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Crystal Camry" Subject: UF (repost): Acro Inc. Pt. 1 (no snuff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d 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: <19980128011549.491.qmail@hotmail.com> DELETE NOW IF YOU ARE UNDER 21. This is one of many unfinished stories that I have. I did not include a proper subject synopsis since my goal is to include all perversions except heavy pain, torture, and snuff. Your ideas for new plot developments are welcome. Flames will be deleted. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com Acro Inc. Part 1 The sun was a huge orange fireball hanging just above the horizon. It was warm both in hue and in effect--quite warm for this time of year. It was spring, but here and there patches of snow could still be found. The run-off had not taken everything away. The slightest hint of warm weather brought out the truly dedicated sun worshippers. Jim Calwell was watching those people out of the living room window of his million dollar beach house. Whenever anyone asked what Jim's house was like he'd always joke about his "million dollar beach house." The truth was that it cost him under three hundred thousand and happened to appreciate in value to almost a million in less than five years. It had been a fabulous investment. A similarly great investment were Jim's binoculars. He sat unobtrusively in a chair at the window for hours looking out over the beach and lake. In the winter he saw very little of interest, but now he was starting to see sights like he was concentrating on now. Two teenage girls had found their way down to the secluded spot near his house. They had planted an umbrella at about noon and had sat under it all day. At first they were wearing T-shirts and shorts, but eventually, as they grew comfortably with the idea of being alone on the beach, they had stripped down to their tiny little panties. Jim watched in awe as they slowly revealed their perfect young bodies. The one girl, a blonde, was tanned evenly all over. She had a perky, elf-like face and a sleek build. Her grapefruit-sized tits were perfect globes that sat high on her chest, as tanned as the rest of her. Her brown aureoles spread out like pools around her wind-stiffened nipples. Her friend was more of a mystery. She was obviously less of a sun goddess and removed her bra hours after the blonde did. Jim felt it was worth the wait. Perhaps because they weren't tanned, this raven-haired beauty seemed to have breasts like jewels. They almost glittered as Jim watched. They were smaller than the blonde's, but seemed fuller, more alive. Jim found himself wondering what the brunette's cunt looked like. Did it shine out from the rest of her body like her tits seemed to? Jim had managed to unzip his fly and pull out his hard cock without putting the binoculars down. He'd had plenty of practice. Now that the sun was disappearing, the girls were getting ready to pack up, and Jim's carefully nursed hard-on, which he had been keeping expertly on the brink all afternoon, was given relief. He stroked it briefly and watched as stream after stream of orgasmic effluvium hit the window sheers that his wife had put up just last month. The rest of his cum dribbled out onto the carpet. "Fuck," Jim exclaimed, "those sweet young tramps have no idea what they did to me. God, I can't believe how horny they made me." "How horny who made you?" Jim had not heard his wife come home. He dropped the binoculars in surprise. "Goddamnit you scared me... I was just..." Jim tried to stuff his still dripping prick back into his pants. Jane had a smile on her face as she came over to join Jim at the window. "You naughty little boy. Have you been jerking off?" Her eyes glanced away from Jim's fumbling hands and ineptly enshrouded dick to the streaks of semen flowing down her curtains and staining her carpet. "Oh my god Jim! Look at the mess you made of the living room. You've cummed up and down my new sheers, and on the carpet." Jim looked up at his wife, his face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I guess I should have been more careful... about shooting my load all over the place. But if you had seen the bitches I was looking at today -- I mean they were hot." Jane smiled again, still shaking her head at the mess Jim had made. "They were hot were they? Hotter than me?" Jane struck a pose. Jim had to admit his wife was gorgeous. She stood five-foot- eleven, exactly his height. But she wasn't awkwardly tall. Every inch was perfectly proportioned. She was now thirty-two years old and ran her own photograph brokerage, but in her teens and twenties she had been a model. It was her legs that had kept her employed constantly. They were flawless. But sitting atop those legs was Jim's favourite part: her ass. It was firm yet sumptuous, and flared out just the right amount from her slim waist. He had given her a body bracelet three years ago; it accentuated an already great transition from waist to hips. In her current pose, Jane was emphasizing her tits by arching her back and thrusting her chest forward. In the silky white blouse she was wearing, they certainly looked great: round, firm, and full like every pair of breasts should be. Her nipples pushed insolently at the clingy fabric. Jim, now a chastised little boy, looked into his lap and admitted, "You're definitely the hottest bitch in the whole world." She kicked gently at him to get his attention again. "This hot bitch wants you to eat her until she passes out. If you do a good job with your tongue on my pussy, I'll clean up your mess for you." Jane had been at work all day on a proposal for Reitman and Ward, the major advertising conglomerate, to use her photos instead of Imagebank's. It had been particularly exhausting. She could think of nothing better to teach her husband a lesson than getting him to use his expert tongue to thrill her clit. Cleaning up some of his stale spunk--hell, licking up some of his stale spunk--would be an apt payment in return. Jim submissively slipped out of his chair to his knees and pressed his face into the front of his wife's grey skirt. Jane put her hands at her sides and slowly started pulling up the three- quarter length wrap-around. When she had the hem at the top of her black stockings she slowed the pace even more, enticing Jim. Impatiently Jim sniffed up under the rising hem and caught a hint of the scent of Jane's pussy. It was sweaty from the long drive out of the city. That musky fragrance made Jim's withered dick spark back to life. As his hard-on grew, so did his wife's enthusiasm for her little striptease. She looked down over her bosom to the top of Jim's head and the edge of her skirt, which was now revealing the straps of her black garter belt. She moved her hips back and forth; Jim followed every move as if his face was affixed to her pelvis. When she finally got the skirt all the way up, she lifted her right leg up on the chair that Jim had been sitting in. The crotch of her black lace panties was right beside Jim's cheek; she could feel his breath on her inner thigh. "Come on, baby. Can you smell my cunt? Doesn't it smell good? I bet it's really tasty." Jim looked up at his wife's beautifully sculpted face. High cheekbones and doe-like blue eyes were framed with short blonde hair, expertly coiffed. "Eat me," she begged. Jim reached up with his right hand and pulled the black lacy fabric away from her crotch, tugging roughly to get at the treasure. He pushed his face into the mass of golden pubic hair, his nose resting right above her clit. He inhaled deeply. Moving away far enough to unmuffle his voice, he said, "Actually, baby, your cunt smells a lot like sweat and stale piss." He was teasing her; although it was a little sweaty, her pussy had the heady scent of sex laced through it. She grabbed his hair and pushed his face back into her crotch. "Then I guess you'll have to lick all the sweat and piss off before you get to the good stuff. I'm really starting to juice up, you bastard. Eat me!" The time for teasing had passed. Jim snaked his tongue out and scooped it upwards through the tangle of hair that obscured the pink opening to Jane's vagina. She pointed her raised knee out further and bent the other one slightly. This move made her cuntlips blossom like a time-lapse sequence of a flower. Jim went wild. He lapped heartily at her labia, purposely avoiding her clitoris for a while. Her gash was soaking wet to start with, but his saliva soon made her literally drip. Shuddering, Jane said, "God, Jim, that's feels so good. I was thinking about getting you to lick me. All the way home while I was driving, I could hardly concentrate." Jane turned her head to look behind her out the picture window. It was early evening now, and, from outside, they were obviously silhouetted in this position. "I bet those two little cunts on the beach don't get treatment like this. Some clumsy teenage boy has probably tried to slip his cock into them, but he probably ended up giving them a cum shower because he couldn't hold it in. You'd teach them a thing or two, wouldn't you honey?" Jim hummed and nodded. The added vibration made Jane shiver again. "Much more of that, lover, and you'll have to move me to the chair. And I don't really want to sit down, because I was going to ask you to give my asshole a little lick too. Could you do that, baby? Could you lick me where I shit?" She was stroking his head while she cooed out her lecherous desires. Without answering, Jim grabbed his wife hips and roughly spun her around. Still wearing her high heels, she was not as agile as she could have been; her legs twisted up and she fell. "Fuck," she exclaimed. She rose to her knees in a crawling position on the carpet, her firm panty-covered ass upturned. Her nose was inches away from Jim's puddle of congealing semen. "Okay, baby. I won't bother standing up again. Eat my ass, now." Jim grabbed the side of her panties with two hands and tugged as hard as he could. They ripped and he tore them away completely. She reacted without surprise or anger, even though he had bought her this panty and garter set in Paris. "Yeah, baby, take control. Fuck my little asshole with your tongue." The puckered bud of her asshole was quite appealing. In this position, Jane was displaying her most intimate charms. Her drenched pussy was gaping and swollen with arousal. The small distance of perineum between one hole and the next was dark and goose-bumped. Jim kissed Jane there for good measure. She moaned. But her asshole was what she wanted him to lick now. It was a puckered brown opening that Jim knew was pink just below the surface. "Wink at me with your asshole," Jim said. She complied: the ring expanded and contracted, showing, then hiding, that pink interior. Tempted by the rhythm of her anal flexing, Jim dove tongue-first into his wife's ass. She squealed with delight as he jammed the pointed tip of his tongue deep into her bowels. "Yes, you fucker, taste me deep. Deeper." Jane churned her hips in response to the expert analingus. All Jim could do was mewl in the back of his throat, making incomprehensible sounds of lust. Jane supported herself with her left hand and used her more agile right hand to undo the buttons of her blouse. She had an urge to play with her nipples. But as soon as she had pulled her blouse open all the way, she decided that getting her bra off would be too much trouble, so she slid her hand down between her legs and diddled her clit instead. Eventually she had three fingers stuffed into her cunt and her wrist occasionally bumped her husbands chin as he ate her butthole. The shivers that had racked her body all along now tumbled upon one another, building in intensity until she knew a full-blown orgasm was on the way. "Give me all you've got, baby. I'm going to blast off. Eat my ass. Keep eating it until I finish cumming. I want to see... if... unghhh." Her voice faded away into mere murmurs which eventually built back up into a wail as her orgasm washed over her. Jim did as he was told, as much as she squirmed around. He kept his tongue buried up her ass until she was completely spent. When he withdrew his tongue he gave her ass a playful slap. "So, you hot little tramp, what gave you the craving for an asslicking?" Jane, who was curled up into the fetal position with her office attire in disarray around her, simply groaned. But Jane eventually got up the strength to tell her husband about the day she had at the office... It began pretty much as any Sunday morning. Light traffic into the city and a freshness in the air that comes from fewer cars polluting what we breathe. Jane was driving her brand new Pontiac which she was leasing as a company car. She loved having a successful business which allowed her to write-off everyday items as legitimate business expenses. As she drove along, she got the usual second looks from men in the lanes beside her. They were intrigued with her radiance and apparently detached appearance. Some would even describe her as an "aloof bitch," but anyone who knew her would not agree. She was simply confident. Her husband had been asleep when she had left the beach house. She had gazed longingly at his semi-stiff morning dog, but resisted the temptation to wake him up with a blowjob. She had an important proposal to finish and Darryl and Lara were going to be at the office at ten sharp to help her. She pulled around the back of the office tower were a few open air parking spaces lined a central courtyard. On weekends, tenants were allowed to park there. During the week they were obliged to use the spooky underground garage. Jane was thankful it was Sunday and she was early enough to get a spot. She parked and collected her briefcase and mini-cassette recorder. Many a great idea had been spoken into that thing. She intended to play back recent tapes this morning to get her creativity limbered up. It was like brainstorming with herself. When she unlocked the office on the twentieth floor, Lara and Darryl were not there. On Sundays they could afford to be a little lax about time, but Jane would not stand for tardiness during the work week. She went into her office and closed the door. Already the images of her husband's thick prick draped across his stomach this morning were coming back to her. She sat down and gave her tits and painful squeeze then thumped her fists down into her thighs to try to dispel some of the lust coursing through her. She loaded a tape into the mini-recorder and pushed PLAY. To Jane's surprise the voice that came on was not her own. "Well, Mrs. Calwell," said a strange man's electronic voice. "You finally played this tape. I wonder what you're wearing right now. Are you in the office? Maybe you're at home in bed trying to catch up on some work just before going to sleep. "Or maybe you're in the bathtub. "Wherever you are, and whatever you're wearing, I know you look sexy. You're the best looking woman in this building... probably in the city." Jane was almost blushing at the man's apparent sincerity, but she was both frightened and excited by his intimacy. "I think about you when I jerk off." Jane pushed STOP. She felt like throwing the tape away. Who was this pervert? The she decided to hear the entire thing and see how she felt afterward. She pushed PLAY again. "I get my cock all hard and throbbing, then I stroke it for you. Your tight ass, and your perky little schnoobs are what I like best. But I bet your cunt is nice too. "I bet your cunt smells like roses. I know you've had a lot of cocks up there, but it still smells fresh like it did when you were a little girl. "If you ever let me come into the women's washroom with you, I'll let you watch me jerk off while you used the toilet. We could be in the same stall together and nobody would know. My cock would be right in your face while you took a shit and you could suck on it if you wanted." She wondered what this guy was on. "I'd love to see your slutty little lips wrapped around my dick, especially while you were taking a shit. Then I'd push your head all the way down and force you to drink all my cum when it squirted out." Jane winced, but she let the tape run. "Then, you know what Jane? I'd make you get off the toilet and turn you around. Your turd would still be floating in the bowl, but I'd kneel down and lick your asshole anyway. Would you like that Jane? I think you would. You want a guy to lick your shit up so you don't have to wipe yourself, don't you?" The man laughed and the tape went silent for a moment, then the silence was replaced by her own voice dictating a note about the photographic filing system codes. Jane pushed STOP and settled back in her chair. Then she noticed the quivering in her lower stomach. Curious to know if she had subconsciously been turned on by the pervert on the tape, she leaned forward and slid her hand awkwardly up her skirt. The crotch of her panties was damp and when she pulled it aside to touch her labia, she found them very moist indeed. What was wrong with her? Could she have actually enjoyed the depraved suggestions of the man on the tape? Strangely she knew that she had. She was already formulating a plan to get her husband to help her realize the fantasy. Still, Jane thought, she should undoubtedly be worried about the identity of the guy on the tape... he obviously worked in the building and had access to her office so he could record over her personal mini-cassettes. Was he a psychotic sex killer? Or just a harmless pervert? She would have to find out. So that was what had prompted Jane to go hog wild with her husband after his little masturbatory escapade with the binoculars and the beach bunnies. Jane had changed into her silk robe while she was relating the story, and was now lounging on their king-sized bed. Jim cleared his throat. "That's certainly a hell of a story. Do you have the tape with you?" "Yeah. I have it in my briefcase. Who do you think the guy is?" Jim shook his head. "Maybe one of the office boys. Hell... it could be your banker or your lawyer for fuck sake. It could be anyone. You're a sexy little cunt... and lots of guys know it." She scratched her chin in thought. "Yeah, but that stuff about eating my shit. I mean, how many guys would want to do that?" "Well you shouldn't ask the guy who's just had his tongue up your ass for twenty minutes," Jim laughed. "But seriously, you've heard the joke about the girl who's so gorgeous `You'd eat the peanuts out of her shit'? Well it's the same thing. He probably doesn't even mean it literally." Jane was smiling. "Come here, you. I love you a whole bunch, you know." She flipped open the front of her robe and held her arms out to him. His gaze roamed over the ruby tipped mounds of her breasts and the golden triangle of fuzz between her legs. Then he slipped between her outstretched arms and kissed her on the mouth. He broke the kiss only long enough to say, "And, you Mrs. Calwell are the sexiest woman I know and I'd eat the peanuts out of your shit anytime." She laughed hysterically and batted him friskily on the arm. When Jim awoke the next morning, his wife was already up. The first he saw of her was her naked ass and legs as she bent in front of the bed to pull on her panties. Fresh from the shower, she practically glowed vitality. He hair was still a little damp, so when she turned to smile at him, she reminded him of a water pixie he had seen in a children's book once. But no children would be allowed to see the full ripe tits that adorned this pixie's chest. "Morning sleepyhead," Jane cooed. "Yeah," he muttered as he stumbled toward the bathroom. She followed him and hugged him from behind as he stood in front of the toilet. The warmth and humidity of her nearly nude body pressed into his back was very distracting. "How am I supposed to take a leak with you hanging all over me?" he asked. Looking down over his shoulder, Jane saw how he seemed to nonchalantly point his dick in the general direction of the toilet bowl, without even using his hand to aim. "I'll never understand how men do it standing up." She slipped a hand between them and rubbed a finger up and down the crack of his ass. "Maybe you need a little coaxing." She pushed her middle finger against the opening to his shitter. "Are you going to stick your finger up my ass?" "Maybe," she answered, pushing a little harder. "I think you are. Do you think that's going to help me piss?" Jane shrugged. "I don't care what it does... it feels good." "You're right about that." Jim forgot about trying to pee and pushed his hips back, forcing his asscheeks apart. Jane took advantage of the increased leeway and slid her middle finger in deeper. "Does it hurt yet?" "A little," Jim grunted. "Good." She shoved a little more. "How about now?" Jim leaned all the way over the toilet, fully exposing his butthole to his wife's whims. "Yeah. It fucking kills." Just pantyclad, Jane felt as if she was completely dressed with her husband in such a vulnerable, naked position. She wormed her finger further into his rectum and wiggled it around in his bowels. She noticed his cock twitch in response. Suddenly she pulled her finger out. Jim barked in agony. "Damn you, next time use a little lubrication or something." She giggled and sniffed at her anus-scented finger. "Phew, you stink. And I have to go to work." Jim ignored her and concentrated once again on taking his morning leak. Jane kissed him goodbye and busied herself with dressing and getting ready for the office. Jim Calwell Associates was a small firm specializing in corporate communications and training. Jim had started the company two years ago after the equity in his home skyrocketed and he got sick of working for a big corporation. The irony was, now that he owned his own business, he kissed up to the big corporations more than he ever did as an employee. Getting big, dependable clients was very difficult, and hanging onto them could be even more difficult. After all, it took just one suggestion from an executive to "try another firm" and Jim had to start selling all over again. Still, he liked the work, and he often was able to combine business and pleasure by getting his wife's company to supply the photographs needed for a major corporate image campaign. Today, however, he was on his own. His secretary, a cute little Oriental girl named Nina, called in sick. His part-time writer and creative consultant, Wendy Hooks was in Cleveland at a seminar he thought she should attend: "Creative Selling." So Jim put up his feet and pondered the new corporate identity program he was putting together for RJR/Nabisco, his biggest client yet. They had started a new food division which they wanted to distance from the overpackaged, "fast food cereal" image of the Nabisco tradename. Mulberry Foods Inc. was supposed to be a down- home, darn-good food company. Jim had to come up with something to make the public fall for that crock. Putting cynicism aside, he leaned back and thought about how horny his wife had been in the last little while. She was being really nasty, getting into talking dirty and doing things she didn't normally do, like fingering his ass while he was trying to piss. Jim couldn't figure it out, but he sort of liked it. He figured her behaviour was linked somehow to that bizarre tape she had listened to at the office. Thinking about his wife, instead of Mulberry, made Jim start fiddling with his dick through his suit trousers. He soon had a raging hard-on going and decided, since he was alone, to take it out and relieve the pressure by jerking off. Maybe once he got this load of cum out his system, he'd be able to concentrate on the Nabisco problem. He lazily stroked his prick and almost fell asleep in the chair. Jim decided he needed a catalyst, something to add excitement to the pleasure. He reached over and hit the button that dialled his wife's number at the office. Jane answered on the first ring, "Visual Treasury. Jane Calwell speaking." "Horny fucking husband. Jim speaking." She snickered over the phone. "What are you doing? I'm expecting some clients in a few minutes!" "You're alone now aren't you?" "Yeah." "Well, so am I and I have my cock out and I'm stroking it. How does that sound?" She hummed in the phone. "Delicious. Make sure you tell me when the cum is going to shoot out... I'll imagine it's spraying all over my tits." She squirmed in her chair. "Actually, after this morning, I was kind of thinking you deserve it up the ass." She whispered back, "You want to fuck me in the ass? Wow. I never thought... well, maybe you'll get your wish as soon as I get home tonight, you horny little fucker." Jim swallowed hard as he thought about actually sliding his tool up his wife's butt. "You're a slut aren't you Jane darling?" "Yeah. I really am a hot slut who wants you to hose out my asshole with your cream. Maybe you'd like to do other things to me, baby? As your personal slut, I think you should tell me." "Would you like to be degraded, slut?" "You mean in public? Embarrassed and humiliated? What are you going to do, baby?" Jane voice had become very small. "What if I made a videotape of you in the shower and showed it at our annual barbecue? All soapy and wet. Don't you think all the men at the party would want to fuck you?" Jane unbuttoned her top blouse button to get a little more air. Her husband was getting her very worked up. "Go on, baby." "If your brothers were there, even they would want to fuck you. Would you want your brothers to fuck you, slut?" Jim was letting his mind run free. It seemed like the stroking of his hand was like the devil's reel pulling him downward into depravity. Jane was forcing herself not to slide her hand under her skirt, knowing that her clients would be there soon, but she croaked back an answer: "Yeah, Mike and Patrick could fuck me." Jim loved how hot he was making the phone conversation. "At the same time? One in your cunt and one up your ass. Maybe I'd come along and stick my cock in your mouth for good measure." "All three of my holes? Filled with the cocks of men I love? Wow. Tell me more." "Maybe the rest of the people at the party would be watching. Maybe they'd all want to get in on the act. All the women and children too. You'd be surrounded by groping hands, throbbing cocks of all shapes and sizes, and some steamy pussy that needed attention too. What would my little slut do with all that sexual equipment surrounding her?" "Ummm, sweetheart," her voice turned serious, "I have to go. Have a nice day." She gulped and cradled the receiver as her newest clients arrived. Jim dropped the phone when his wife hung up and brought himself off. The semen squirted up and landed on his desk blotter, he stood to let the remnants dribble onto the blotter as well. He felt truly satisfied and wondered where he had thought of that stuff about Jane's brothers. Jim was frustrated for the rest of the day. He could not concentrate on the problem of Mulberry Foods. His cock wouldn't stay soft. It seemed to dance to attention at the slightest movement of his pants. To get his mind off work and his wife, he decided to visit his niece, Stephanie, who worked on the other side of town. Stephanie was his sister's kid. She was sixteen years old and as cute as a button. In the last year, Jim had developed the hots for her in the worst way--but he always managed to control himself around her. As Stephanie had matured, she had become interesting to talk to as well as a pleasure to look at. She was a horse fanatic and had secured a job at the local stables while she finished school. Jim had watched her ride on many occasions and she was damn good with the horses. Jim always found himself distracted by her nubile young body in the riding outfit, but he noticed enough of her riding skill to be able to critique her after she dismounted and ran to hug him. "Your stirrup work is fine, but I'd use a little less of the bridle. The horse seems to read your mind, he doesn't need any extra persuading." Jim had ridden awhile himself, but soon he felt his advice would not be required. "Thanks, Uncle Jim. The horse feels so good between my legs that I guess I just get carried away." Jim almost choked when Stephanie said that, but instead he glanced at the sheath hanging down from between the horse's legs and briefly imagined Stephanie under there getting her little pussy stuffed full of horsecock. It was a bizarre thought and he snuffed it out quickly. "You know in the old days young girls weren't allowed to ride horses for just that reason." Stephanie scrunched up her pugnose and tossed her blonde braid to one side. "What do you mean?" She tied off her horse and started undoing the leather straps of the tack. "Girls would get damaged. People thought they wouldn't be virgins anymore from riding a horse." Jim was nervous about this conversation, but he couldn't help himself. "You mean riding would be like getting screwed? I doubt it's much the same." Stephanie went back to unsaddling her mount. "But you don't know for sure?" Jim was probing to see if she had been experimenting with sex. Stephanie turned and looked her uncle square in the eye. "If you're trying to find out if I'm a virgin, why don't you just ask me?" Jim laughed and hugged his niece with one arm. He whispered to her: "Okay my naughty little niece: are you a virgin?" "Yeah." She seemed almost ashamed to admit it. "Well then the guys at your school are all queer." Stephanie grinned up at her uncle. He was always so nice to her. And since Aunt Jane was so beautiful, he sure must know about women. "Thanks, Uncle Jim. Do you really think I'm... well... desirable?" "I'd say more along the line of gorgeous and sexy. I know if I was sixteen, I'd have tried everything but cutting off my arms and legs to get you into the sack." Jim felt his leg quiver, and he forced himself to calm down, unhooking his arm from Stephanie's waist. "No, no, no: Aunt Jane is gorgeous and sexy, I'm `cute' at best," Stephanie lamented. Cute was only the beginning though. Stephanie's blonde hair was pulled back from her face and braided down the centre of her back. Her face had a spritely quality to it, exhibited most profoundly by her little upturned nose, but evident in her almond- shaped eyes and small, pouty mouth as well. In the past year, her breasts had swelled to womanly proportions and her waist had narrowed considerably. Jim knew that she still had a year of physical maturing to do before her body would settle into a comfortable shape, but she was a wonderfully sexual being already. She was much more than just cute. Jim decided to snap Stephanie out of it once and for all. "If you're so inferior to my wife, how come I get just as hard thinking about you as I do my wife?" Stephanie was dumbfounded. Her eyes widened, and she briefly glanced down at her uncle's crotch. Was he telling her that he was sexually attracted to her? After all the fantasies she had made up about this relative taking her away to his beach house and making wild passionate love to her? Could it be? "Uncle Jim?" She couldn't believe it. "Yes Stephanie," Jim answered meekly, knowing the next move was in her hands. "Are you saying you want to screw me?" Jim looked up with a grin on his face. He could tell by the way she asked, it was not worry or fear that prompted the question, it was interest. It was almost an invitation. "That wouldn't be right, Steph. But I can't help the thoughts that go through my head." He cleared his throat. "I guess you should have told me," she said. "Maybe I'd act different or something. I mean, when I come swimming at the beach are you always looking at me in my bikini?" Jim smiled. "Which one? The little black one or that red one with the white stripes?" Stephanie smiled back. He obviously watched her if he had memorized her suits. "I guess the little black one gets you excited, huh? I bought that one on a dare from my friend Talia. You can almost see everything, eh Uncle Jim?" They were walking towards the main ranchhouse and a couple of cowboys galloped by, hooting and shouting. Jim felt conscious of the conversation he was having with his niece. "Yeah, you could see a lot. You sure could. Well, listen, Steph, I better get going before your Aunt tans my hide." She looked a little surprised by his sudden decision to leave, but was cheerful about it. "Will you come and watch me ride again this weekend?" He hugged her, crushing her to him in a reassuring squeeze. "I promise." She turned her face up towards his and kissed him on the mouth. "Goodbye Uncle Jim." He swore she licked her lips after she broke the kiss, but later thought it was simply his hormone-driven imagination. "My sister's kid wants me to fuck her," Jim confided to his wife that night. Jane put down her magazine and snuggled up closer to him on the couch. "Little Stephanie?" He guffawed. "Little Stephanie is a sexy sixteen year-old babe now." Jane pushed up so she could look into his eyes. "It sounds like you've been thinking about fucking her too." "Hey, how could I not? She's the ultimate sample of jailbait that I come into contact with on a regular basis." Jane reached down to her husband's crotch and started unzipping his fly. "You know I wouldn't mind if you wanted to try her out. Just don't let her become attached to you." She fished out his cock and started stroking it to full hardness. He looked down at his wife's busy hands. "But she wouldn't be half as exciting as you. If I talked to her the way I talk to you, she'd run away screaming." She dipped her head and popped the tip of his dick into her mouth for a second, then said, "Give her a chance. Maybe she's had fantasies about getting it up the ass and having an orgy with her brothers at a party. Maybe she's kinky as hell. You never know." Then Jim had a brilliant idea. "You two are pretty close, aren't you?" "Yeah," she answered warily. While she waited for Jim to explain, she idly sucked his cock. "Why don't you get the inside scoop. Find out what she's into. See if she's just curious about what it would be like for her uncle to fuck her, or if she's honest-to-goodness horny for me." Jane actually liked the idea. She slurped back the spit in her mouth and raised her mouth off his cock again. "That's a good idea. If we really get into some dirty talk, I can just ask her outright: `Would you like your uncle to slip his cock into your tight little pussy?'" Jim's dick twitched at that comment. "Wow. That would be incredible, if you could get her to talk down at that level. Jane, you're such a slimy fucking cunt." She smiled and got back to her oral assignment, continuing the suckjob to its logical end when Jim spewed forth mouthful after mouthful of creamy hot spunk. Jane picked Stephanie up at her high school at four o'clock the next day. The invitation was for Stephanie to come shopping with Jane and then get a bite to eat. "I'll pick up the tab," Jane had generously offered. Stephanie was waiting in the school foyer and her aunt's new Pontiac pulled up, she came running. In the white T-shirt and tight jeans she was wearing, Jane saw immediately what Jim had been talking about. Their little niece was quite a sexy sight. "Hi Aunt Jane," Stephanie exhaled. "What a great car." But Stephanie was actually looking at her aunt's attire. Jane was wearing a black leather mini-skirt and black fishnet stockings. She had high-heel black pumps on. The short black jacket she had on was open to reveal a white lacy corset which pushed up her breasts and exaggerated her already ample cleavage. Her hair was punked out with gobs of gel, and she had very dark eye makeup on. If she wasn't such a youthful, sexy lady, Stephanie would have been too embarrassed to be seen with her. As it was she was... well not exactly proud, but interested. "What do you think of my outfit?" Jane asked as she drove off. "Well, actually," Stephanie sniffed out a reply, "you look kind of like a whore." "Stephanie," Jane feigned disappointment, "I'm surprised you don't like it. Don't you think it's a kick sometimes to get all dressed up like a complete slut?" "Yeah, I guess I've done it before. Gina and I went to a party dressed like that once." She sat silent for a moment. "Are you wearing any panties? Gina tried to convince me not wearing them was part of the outfit." Jane clasped Stephanie's hand and pulled it into her lap. "Why don't you see for yourself?" Stephanie looked out of the corner of her eye at her strange aunt, but she wanted to know what was under that tiny leather skirt, even if she had to dip in with her hand to find out. Sure enough, when she tentatively poked her fingers between Aunt Jane's legs, all she felt was fur. She quickly drew back her hand and exclaimed, "God, you aren't. I can't believe it. Don't you feel the wind blowing up there?" "That's the best part. Are you ready to have some fun, Steph?" Jane asked as she pushed the accelerator to the floor and roared past the other traffic. "What kind of fun, Aunt Jane," Stephanie asked, gripping the edges of her seat nervously. "The kind that you don't need panties for. Are you ready?" "What would Uncle Jim say?" Stephanie looked over at her. "Oh, come on, Steph. Don't you get a little turned on thinking about getting some young stud all hot and bothered by flashing him some of your naughty parts?" The teenager laughed. "I guess so. I fantasize enough about it. But doing it for real... I mean what if the guy really wants to screw you after you get him going?" "Let him." "You're not serious? You'll end up getting divorced from Uncle Jim if you screw around on him." Stephanie seemed genuinely worried. "Jim knows about my little romps, but he also knows that I'll only ever love him. Just like I know that he has diversions and always comes back to me." "But Uncle Jim's not like that is he?" Stephanie almost hoped her uncle was not as committed to Jane as he seemed. Jane smiled at her niece. "What about the other day at the stables? You were quite tempting to him. I promise you it wasn't anything I said that held him back... he just wanted to make sure you knew what you were talking about. Did you Steph?" Stephanie was silent. "Well?" "Yeah. I suppose I've thought about Uncle Jim, you know, doing it with me. Are you sure you wouldn't be jealous? If that's true, I'd probably let him do it." Stephanie drifted off into a daydream involving her uncle bearing down on her, his huge cock almost bursting with lust. "So what do you say, Steph? I was thinking we could go downtown and get you a new outfit and then go to a few shoe stores so the salesman can look up our skirts. I swear it will be a dream come true for them." "Yeah--a wet dream. We can play with our pussies a little first so the lips stick out. It'll give them more to look at." Jane glanced over at Stephanie, her mouth agape in mock dismay. "You sound like you've done this before." Steph hit her arm gently. "No way... I've just fantasized, like I said." A thought suddenly struck Jane. "Do you want to play with each other's pussies?" Stephanie answered, "No," immediately, but then said, "I don't think that would be a good idea, Aunt Jane. I mean I think you're sexy and everything, but Gina and I have always decided not to do anything with each other even when we were really drunk one time. We don't want to turn into lesbians." "Well, it's up to you Steph. But as for me... I'll never stop loving a big hard dick shoved into my cunt." "Well, that's okay I guess, but the guys at this school are pretty pathetic and the only one I let fuck me fumbled around for a while and then came all over my leg." Jane did her best to stifle a laugh, but snorted anyway. "You poor girl. It sounds like you really need your Uncle Jim to teach you a few things. A gorgeous girl like yourself shouldn't waste her youth on little boys who would be just as happy jerking off." Stephanie stayed silent... she was thinking once again about her Uncle's cock. "But, you know, Steph," Jane went on. "Lately I'm kind of thinking I might be gay... but I mean I might be a homosexual man." "What?" Steph looked confused. "I've had this itch to get Jim to fuck me in the ass." "Aw, Aunt Jane, that's gross. Has he done it?" "Not yet, but I know he wants to. So what's so gross about it?" "Well, that's where you shit." "Yeah? So? We piss and bleed out of our cunts, but most people don't think anything bad about that. Your asshole is a hot, tight place that a lot of guys love sticking their cock." "Wouldn't it hurt?" "Yeah, but only as much as a big hard turd. If you relax and pretend you're shitting, it's supposed to be fantastic." "Well, I want to keep any possibilities open. Fuck, someday I might date a Greek guy." They laughed as Jane pulled into the parking lot of a downtown mall. "Please, Mommy, make me drink it." The man's voice echoed in the small one-room apartment. The sound wasn't buffered by any wall or floor covering, and the only furniture was a card table and chair. Sitting alone in the room, he was talking into a small tape recorder in the centre of the card table. He had his cock out and was stroking it. His cock was only semi-hard. "Make me drink your pee." At the moment that might have signalled orgasm for most men, this man began to urinate. His hand cupped the flow for a while, but eventually a golden puddle formed on the floor below his chair. The next sound was an incredible sigh of relief and pleasure. When he had finished pissing, he used the wetness to continue stroking, this time gaining a large erection. A few moments later, a few thick squirts of cum rushed out to join the piss already seeping into the floorboards. The man's work was done here. He wiped his hands off on a towel and put the tape recorder in his front pocket. Before leaving, he checked himself in the mirror over the sink of the grimy two-piece bathroom. He carefully locked the door with his key and joined the bustling street scene outside. No one would have ever suspected him for the pervert he was. Jane dropped Stephanie off and decided to stop by the office to pick up the monthly sales figures so she could work from home the next day. She felt her sleazy attire would not pose a problem because the security guard on nights never worked during the day, and she'd simply sign in using a phoney name. They never checked anyway. Unfortunately, when she got up to the office, she found lights on. This was surprising as Darryl and Lara didn't mention working tonight. She was even more surprised to hear moaning and panting from Lara's office. As her curiosity drew her nearer, she heard the muffled voices of Lara and a man she didn't know. "Come on you little slut, suck my dick. Make me cum." "Yeah, baby. Cum for me. Shoot it all over my face. I want to take a cum shower." "Really, bitch? Maybe you'd like a golden shower too." Now Jane knew how Lara liked her sex: mean. Jane wondered who the rogue was. "Yes. I'd love it. When you're done cumming, piss on me okay?" Jane gasped. But she was drawn nearer to the door of Lara's office. "You'd like that wouldn't you. A nice faceful of piss to wash off the cum." Jane thought about the man on her mini-cassette. He was into toilet games too. Could it be that same guy? They didn't sound similar, but anyone could disguise their voice enough to fool her. Jane had moved close enough that she could see through the crack between the door and the frame. Lara was on her knees, and the man, naked from the waist down, was sitting on the desk. When she wasn't speaking, Lara was sucking. Jane was fascinated by what Lara was sucking on: a huge black prick. And Lara's friend was not only black, but very muscular: his thighs were immense. Lara herself was a petite brunette, with very plain features that she always managed to beautify with expert makeup. At her best, Lara looked stunning. At her worst, she just looked a little tired, never ugly. It was her body that enabled her to attract an endless stream of men; she had awesome 38-24-36 measurements and a 38C cup. Although she always wore a bra, it was never the ironclad type, always something pretty and unrestrictive. Her ass was perfect, and she never failed to display it in butthugging slacks or sleek skirts. Jane was impressed with Lara, moreso now as she witnessed the girl's cocksucking talents, but she had never figured her for a pervert. The golden shower talk was out-of-character to say the least. Remembering that she was wearing nothing under the short leather skirt, Jane let her fingers wander under the hem, fiddling with her labia. Soon she was stroking her clit in rhythm with Lara's bobbing head. Lara's black lover started to huff and grunt, and he roughly shoved her off his shaft. "Here it comes, baby. I've got a week's worth of spunk stored up and it's going all over your fucking face. You ready for it bitch?" He aimed his piss slit at her chin and continued to stroke out the orgasm. "Yeah, do it for me. Cover my face with your jizz." Her wish was fulfilled a moment later when what seemed like a quart of milky goo squirted out all over her chin, cheeks, and forehead. It was as if he was purposely missing her mouth. Jane sank her fingers deep into her own shuddering pussy, empathizing as best she could with the man's orgasm. Lara stood up, smiling at her lover from under the mask of semen. "Wow, baby. You really haven't cum for a week have you? Don't you jerk off?" "No way, sweet thing. I get pussy when I need to let off some steam. Thanks for helping me out this time. You still interested that golden shower?" Lara giggled. "Not really. That was just fuck talk. You know. I've never actually tried anything like that." As if disgusted that she had misled him, the man stood up and fastened his pants. "Well, that's too bad, baby. I guess I'll have to go find a hooker who's into water sports. Nice meeting you." Lara began to wipe off the cum with some tissues. "Yeah. Thanks for the ride." The man started towards the door; Jane whipped her hand out of her cunt and ran for her own office. She managed to avoid discovery. Lara left soon after the mysterious dark stranger so Jane could go home too. Jim had bought a video camera for his business, but he found himself using it more frequently for personal reasons. He had taped Stephanie's riding competitions and a birthday party for one of Jane's nephews. When Jane stepped through the door dressed the way she was, Jim exclaimed: "Wow! Let me get the video camera." The getup was too good to miss. He filmed her from all sorts of angles, like a modelling shoot. He even used some special digital effects to make it look like a music video. But when he discovered that she wasn't wearing panties, he began concentrating on low shots that looked up. "Jane, you ignorant slut, your beaver is showing." Jane laughed and spread her legs a little wider to let the camera capture more than just a shadowy hint of pubic fur. "I think this little video could turn into a porno very quickly." "Too bad we don't have a full cast and crew. I can't do everything, my love." Jim was managing to stroke his dick through his pants while he kept his wife's fabulous body in focus. "I think a couple of well-hung studs to fuck you senseless would be just the ticket right now." "How about a couple of German Shepherds? Or a jolly old elf and eight tiny reindeer?" Jane was teasing him now, but her perversion was transmitted through the jokes. "Santa's Anal Farm Slut. What a concept!" Jim was following her now, as she moved out of the living room. "Where is my horny, punked out slut going?" "Into the bathroom. If you follow me with the camera you better be ready for a potty party on film." Jane smiled back over her shoulder. At the bathroom doorway she stopped and said straight into the camera: "Oooo, little boy. You followed me all the way into the ladies' room. I'm very embarrassed. You see, I need to use the toilet rather badly, and I know how much you want to fill the very holes I'm about to use. You see, little boy, I have to have a tinkle... but," she looked down coyly, biting her lower lip, "I also have to squeeze out a big stinky turd. You wouldn't want to watch that would you?" Jim was laughing to himself at his wife's playacting. "Well ma'am, I've never seen a women do her toilet things before." Jane smiled. She started to shut the door in Jim's face, but when he held it, she realized that all the talk in the past couple of days must have played on his mind. Did he really intend to capture her dump on videotape? "Okay, Jim, when I'm finished taking a shit, I want you to fuck me there. I mean in the ass." Jim gulped and lowered the camera as she closed the door on him. Later, as they lounged on the couch, Jim said to his wife, "You know Jane, you turn me on all the time. I think about fucking you in the ass all the time now that you've suggested it." "Really?" her doe-like blue eyes glanced into his crotch before coming to rest on his returning gaze. "I wonder if your big cock would fit in my asshole. Do you think it would?" "There's one way to find out." Jane was wearing only her summer robe, so she parted that and pulled her knees way up so he could see her cunt and anus. "Don't you think I might rip open if it doesn't fit." She traced her right forefinger along her perineum and around the puckered brown ring. Jim unzipped his jeans and hauled out his cock. It was semi- hard already and he stroked it while he moved closer to her. Jane placed her hand flat against the opening to her bowels, but did not lower her legs. "You'd just force that big thick prick into me wouldn't you? You're a bad boy, Jim." She was grinning. "I'm bad? What about you?" He stood up and moved around so his hips were beside her head--she was offered a tasty mouthful of cock. "Every time you go into the washroom these days you say something about your little asshole. I have fantasies about you sitting on the toilet taking a shit, because I know that when you've emptied yourself, I get to fill you back up with cock." Jane pondered that while she slurped Jim's dick into her mouth. Momentarily she stopped to say, "You're right. It's that weirdo on the tape... i've been thinking about that stuff ever since I heard it." She went back to sucking. Jim petted her the top of her bobbing head. "Do you think your mom ever took it up the ass?" Jane stopped sucking and giggled. "Why, Jim? Do you want to teach her?" Jane imagined Jim boning her fifty-four year-old mother up the ass; it was hilarious. "I think she could learn a thing or two... but I don't know if I'd be able to tame her. And an older woman... I don't know; lately I've mostly been thinking about young girls anyway." "Like Stephanie?" Jane teased. "Well, she's always on my mind, but I mean really young girls. Like Ellen's daughter." Ellen was Jane's friend from college. She had a cute little seven year-old daughter named Debbie. "Debbie? What do you want to do to Debbie?" Jane kept stroking his prick with her hand. "I don't know. Jerk off on her for starters." "That's about all you could do. But I think Ellen would be pissed off if you wasted your cum on her daughter; she'd want it for herself." Jane knew that Ellen was always hot for Jim. "So baby, what happened to that blowjob you were giving me?" Jim pushed her head back onto his cock. She bobbed a few times then broke off again to say: "I think I'll have to tell Ellen to teach her little girl how to suck a man's cock. It would come in handy if you're going to be around." "You better start by teaching Ellen herself how to suck cock. The blowjob she gave me at that office party a while ago left a lot to be desired." "She was drunk, Jim!" Jane pinched him sharply on the thigh for emphasis. "You're pretty pathetic when you're drunk too, you know." Jim laughed and reached down to tweak her left nipple. "You never complain, you little slut." She grabbed the base of his shaft. Through gritted teeth she said, "You're right, you fucking bastard. I take it any way I can get it from you." "Good," he said, lifting her up by her shoulders, "because right now you're going to take it up the ass." Jane shook her head. "I don't think I'm ready. Let's just fuck normally for tonight. But I promise, sweetheart, soon." Stephanie Porter was at her aerobics class at school. The small gym was crammed with nubile young girls much like herself. She stood out as one of the prettiest, but many of the others had equally hot bodies. One would question the need for them to work out so strenuously. But work they did: all of them were glistening with sweat. Sergio Mendez was watching the girls from the doorway of the gym, leaning on his mop and fiddling with the keys that hung from his belt. Serge had been the janitor at Tilson High for twenty years, and the greatest joy the job offered was the young female flesh that was so frequently on display. Stephanie suddenly became conscious of her bouncing breasts when she saw the janitor staring at her. He looked harmless enough: his expression was more of a happy glazed chicken than a demonic rapist. Stephanie noticed that his eyes wandered among the group of aerobicizers, but always came to rest on her again. She began to feel slightly self-conscious, and looked over at her friend Gina to see if she had noticed. Gina was oblivious to the old man; she continued her jumping jacks and hip-thrusts as usual. Gina had a boyishness about her that was probably not appealing to the janitor anyway. Her face was framed with close-cropped brown hair, and her body flared out only slightly in the requisite places. She was exactly the same height as Stephanie, but weighed more because her bigger bones were layered with pure muscle. Gina, Stephanie thought, was nevertheless sexy in her own athletic, zesty way. The workout finally ended and Stephanie noticed that the janitor was still watching her, so she called that fact to Gina's attention. "Hey, Gina," she whispered furtively, "see that janitor? I think he's horny for me." Gina furrowed her eyebrows. "So who isn't? Serge has been working here forever. Didn't you read the article about him in the school paper?" Steph never read the school paper. "Is he some kind of hero or something?" "No, but he's harmless. And you look like a Penthouse Pet right now, so any normal guy would be looking at you. Your tits were bouncing like a couple of gophers fighting under a blanket." Stephanie laughed as they moved towards the changeroom. "I wonder if he got a hard-on from watching us workout." "He probably doesn't have one anymore because you probably made him cum in his pants." "Do you think he can still fuck? I mean at his age?" Gina raised one eyebrow, but answered seriously, "He's not a senior citizen. I think he's only fifty. My dad is forty-eight and I know he still keeps my mom pretty happy." Stephanie hummed in deep thought as she peeled off her sweaty tights. Gina watched her and finally asked, "You're not thinking of making Serge's fantasies come true are you?" "God, Gina," Stephanie reacted with true distaste, "of course not. I was actually wondering if he could be capable of... well, attacking me." Gina was naked now too and they headed off to the crowded showers. "Like I said: he's harmless." Gina swatted Stephanie on the ass with her hand and the incident with the janitor faded into the backs of their minds. "So are you going to the dance with anyone?" Steph asked Gina offhandedly. "I don't think so. I'm not going to ask anyone that's for sure. The only guy who might ask me to go is Richard. And he's so obsessed with my ass that I don't think he'd even recognize a yearbook picture of me." They laughed, but Stephanie added seriously: "You've got to admit, though, Gina, your ass is one of your best features." "Yeah, but I do have a cunt too, and I'm not sure Richard even knows that." Stephanie laughed again, and hit her friend playfully. "Are you saying he'd only try to Greek you?" Gina looked around the changeroom to make sure none of the other girls were listening. "Hey, if he wants to stick his cock up my ass, I wouldn't mind, as long as he knew how to do everything else right." "Would you really let him?" "Sure." "Wouldn't you worry about... being clean for him?" Gina put a finger to her chin in thought. "I think any guy who wants to put his cock in the hole you shit with is taking his chances. I wouldn't care one way or the other." After Gina went home, Stephanie did not forget completely about Serge. That week at school, she kept seeing him in the hall and tried to avoid making eye-contact. Meanwhile, Matt Barrow, the star quarterback of the school, and a gorgeous hunk of a guy, was putting some moves on her. She responded in a lukewarm fashion, certain that Matt was a softheaded fool. But seeing him in tight jeans always gave her enough incentive to be civil and talk to him for as long as he could keep a conversation going. Most often, thankfully, that was not much longer than a few sentences. One day, though, when they were alone in the football coach's office, he surprised her. "So Steph, I guess I've gotten friends enough with you to ask you out. I mean, I want to ask you to the dance on Friday." "That's sweet of you, Matt. I'm not sure if I'll go though, because I'm sure I know what you've got in mind for after the dance." Matt blushed and looked at the floor. "Aw come on Steph. It's not like you haven't noticed how I feel about you. I think I'm in love." "Well," she said crossing her arms over her breasts, "I've noticed how you talk to your friends about me. And I've heard what they've said back." "What do you mean?" How could she have heard their locker- room talk? "`Yeah, Matt, can you imagine how hot her pussy is?' `Well, guys, we'll find out on Friday. A few beers and a little coaxing and she'll be riding my dick like a...' What was it? `...a cowgirl in heat.' Very sweet Matt." Stephanie had heard about their conversation from the freshman ballboy who was friends with Gina's brother Luke. Her imitations of Matt and his friends rang very true. Matt was dumbstruck, and his face was turning cherry-red. "How about: `Do you think she likes to suck cock? Can you imagine squirting a load all over those tits of hers, just like in that porno movie we saw.' You guys are pigs." He stammered an unintelligible excuse. Stephanie grabbed him by the collar with both hands. "I know exactly how you feel about me, Matt. It's nothing like love. It's more like how I feel about you: you're a sexy piece of meat. You don't think I talk with the girls in our locker-room about you?" Matt raised his eyes off the ground for the first time since he had looked down. "What?" Stephanie released his collar and held his face tightly between her palms. "I wonder how good your tongue is, or if you know how to use your cock so it feels better than a dildo with a body attached to it. But I have one problem: I'm a girl. So anything I actually do will come back to haunt me a thousand times over. I'll be called a slut and a bitch and a whore." "Noooo." Matt shook his head incredulously, but knew she spoke the truth. "And I don't want to have my senior year ruined by shit like that. If you were a nice guy, I wouldn't hesitate to let you throw me across the coach's desk right now and fuck me in any hole you wanted. But, lets face it, Matt, you're a total goof and a dickhead." The big quarterback looked like a little boy who'd just been spanked but had managed to hold back the tears. He was biting his lower lip. He continued to shake his head. He hadn't a clue what to say. Stephanie flew out the door before she lost her inertia -- and smacked right into Serge the janitor. "I'm sorry, miss," Serge apologized. This time she couldn't avoid him. "It's okay... Serge, isn't it?" "Yes, miss," he took off his grimy baseball cap and offered a hand to shake. She shook it. It was warm and leathery. He reminded her of the horses at her stables. "Yeah, I saw something about you in the school paper," she lied. He seemed embarrassed by the fact that she knew about from a newspaper article. "Oh that. That was nothing." He still hadn't released her hand. Matt stormed past them, and suddenly Steph was glad she was still shaking Serge's hand. At least Matt was unlikely to start something. When Matt darted around the corner, though, Stephanie pulled her hand away from Serge's. "You always work this late?" she asked. "Most nights. The wife don't much like it, but the job keeps us fed and clothed so she don't complain." Stephanie smiled. He was a good old hick, probably from out Galston Valley way. She stepped away and said, "Well, I better get going." She scanned him from head to toe. He was wearing coveralls that were as grimy as his baseball cap. But he smelled only of oil and dust -- like a mechanic. Then she noticed the lump in his crotch. "Uh, miss, I couldn't help overhearing you and your boyfriend earlier. I was wondering if there was anything wrong. Is he bothering you?" Serge seemed genuinely concerned, but if he really did overhear all of their conversation, it would certainly explain the hardness in his pants. "You know, Serge, I don't think your wife would like you listening in on conversations like that." Stephanie backed up another step. Serge closed the gap again by taking two steps forward. "Well, miss, it sounds to me like you told that little bastard off real good. You really laid it on the line." Stephanie stopped backing up and smiled. "You're right, Serge, but that doesn't change the fact that what I said was too hot to be overheard. I mean, I bet it turned you on, didn't it?" "You mean that stuff about filling every one of your holes? Well, miss, I must admit I've thought some pretty nasty thoughts about you from time to time. You're a spicy little dish, but I always treat women with respect." She moved a step closer to him. "What nasty thoughts have you had Serge? Have you thought about me while you were with your wife?" Serge fiddled with the baseball cap in his hands. "Miss, you're getting a little personal here. I think it'd be best if you just moved along now." She didn't know what was driving her, but this janitor that had provoked a couple of nightmares in her, was now turning her on. "Come on Serge, do you think about me when you fuck your wife?" Serge's head snapped up and his eyes burned back at her. She jumped a little, but remained steadfast, awaiting the answer to her provocative question. "Yes, miss, I do. Ever since I saw you at your aerobics class, I've thought about you. You're so fine, I can't believe it." More confident than ever, now, she moved face-to-face with him. She could feel his breath; his skin smelled like Aqua Velva and his breath like Listerine. But the overall impression was still of the dusty riding trails she loved. "Do you want to fuck me Serge? Do you want all your perverted little fantasies to come true?" Stephanie though back to what Gina had asked her about Serge's fantasies. The answer, she now supposed, was yes. Serge couldn't believe his ears. He was standing a few inches away from the most beautiful young girl he had ever seen in real life. She was talking like a two-bit whore, and he was being offered the trick for free. "Well, miss, I think your values are a little messed up and I know you don't want to be known as a slut. But you're better off letting me have my way with you than some loudmouth QB from the school team. Besides, I can tell you're aching for an experienced tool to fill your muff." Stephanie licked his cheek and nibbled at his ear. "Not just my muff. When you get home, I want your wife to smell my shit on your tool. I want it up the ass." She grinned wickedly at him. Serge smiled. "I must say, miss, it's been years since I cornholed a little hussy like you. The last arse I plugged was a little Korean bitch in New York in 1959." He seemed to drift back from his faraway thoughts and concentrate on her once again. He still hadn't touched her, but she ignored that and continued to nibble on his earlobe. "I bet you've asked your wife to let you fuck her up the ass haven't you?" Serge laughed. "Rowina? Not her. No sir. She's a little too straight laced for that kind of nonsense." Stephanie hugged him closer and continued her lusty provocations. "How will you know if you never try. Maybe Rowina has fantasies about you raping her ass with your big mean prick. I know I always used to think it was gross. But my aunt told me how great it can be if you both know what you're doing." "Come with me then, miss. I know a place we can have some privacy." She followed him down some back stairs she had never noticed before. The smell of diesel oil was even stronger down here. It was obviously near the furnace room, as the temperature went up with the smell. Before she saw the furnace, though, Serge ducked under a bundle of large pipes and slipped a key into a little door in the wall behind. The door was half the height of a normal door so she had to remain ducked down to follow him into the room. Serge flicked on the lights and quickly closed the door. When she stopped squinting, Stephanie saw that they were standing in a large office, with a desk, two chairs, a couch, and full kitchen facilities. When she wandered around a little she even discovered a toilet behind a cloth-and-wood screen. "How do you like my office? I built it myself. Nobody really even knows it's here." What amazed Stephanie was the brightness of the room. Serge had installed four banks of fluorescent lights in the ceiling. It was shadowless. The office was also cool. In her usual jeans and T-shirt, Stephanie was feeling a little chilly--a major contrast to the heat she felt emanating from the furnace somewhere beyond the little door. "It's great, Serge. You did a great job." Stephanie hugged her arms around her body to ward off the cool air. "Do you have the air conditioning on full blast?" "Oops. Sorry about that. I can't do much about the temperature. Maybe we should get down to what we came here for and that should heat things up." He leered at her and fiddled with the crotch of his coveralls. Stephanie noticed that his hard-on had not subsided. She motioned with her head at the lump. "Why don't you start by showing me what you've got hiding in those pants. Come on, show me it. Show me your cock, Serge." Serge just grinned and looked down at the obvious outline of his prick. "I want to show you something else first, miss." He took out his keyring again and stooped to unlock the bottom drawer of his desk. He pulled out a stack of magazines and spread them out on the desktop. "This is my private collection. Have you ever seen anything like these before?" Curious, Stephanie walked to the desk to see them. "Wow." They were all very graphic porno magazines. Titles like Cumfest, Fuck My Asshole, Barnyard Fuckers, Golden Shower Sluts, and Pre- Teen Gangbang screamed out at her in bright neon colours. She picked up a thick glossy publication called Farmer's Cocksucking School and flipped through it. The first page showed a handsome middle-aged cowboy riding a horse. It reminded Stephanie of the Marlboro ads. But she quickly realized that the magazine had no ads at all; the pictures told a story, and every few pages was full of text. The story involved the cowboy (who was apparently supposed to be a farmer) getting his cock sucked by his wife and daughters, then getting them to suck off some of his friends. The friends bring over their young daughters and the farmer gets them to suck all the cocks in the room too. Stephanie was surprised how young some of the girls were; they seemed no older than ten, breastless and bushless. Her curiosity about the age of these girls made her pick up the Pre-Teen Gangbang mag. In this one the girls and boys were sitting in their primary school classroom and their slutty-looking teacher announces a class trip to the zoo. One of the kids' mothers comes along as a chaperon, and brings her infant child with her. On the way, their bus is highjacked by a biker gang who rape the chaperon and the teacher in front of the kids. Then a little girl takes off her clothes and asks the bikers to do it to her too. They oblige her and most of the other little girls. Finally the bikers get the little boys to fuck their female classmates. One photo that shocked Stephanie was a huge cock spewing cum onto the face of the baby, who was no older than a year. "Does this stuff turn you on?" Stephanie asked. She purposely controlled any sign of distaste. "Yeah, some. How about you?" "Well I like all the cocks and cum and stuff, but this picture of the baby is a bit much. On the other hand, I wish I had someone to teach me this stuff when I was a little girl." "Take a look at some of the other ones. I want to find out what you like." Stephanie picked up a magazine with a picture of a German Shepherd on the cover. It was called Puppy Lust and it chronicled the adventures of two girls as they frolic through a small town having sex with all of the neighbourhood dogs, as well as a few of the dogs' male and female owners. "I like this one," Stephanie said. "I think it's neat how two girls could get so horny they'd fuck just about anything." "Do you look at dogs' cocks?" "Yeah. I mean I've noticed them before." Stephanie seemed a little embarrassed and put Puppy Lust back on the desk. "What about piss? Do you think about getting pissed on?" She flipped open a magazine called Piss Fest. "I don't know. I've never really thought about it. But now that I have, I guess I think it's pretty gross actually." Stephanie felt Serge's breath on the back of her neck. Through her jeans, she sensed the heat of his groin behind her. He was very aroused. "Why? Do you want to piss on me?" Serge cleared his throat, then whispered: "I've thought about it." He finally touched her, running his hands up her sides and cupping her breasts in his palms. "Imagine my hot stream flowing down between these big melons," he stroked both hands down over her belly and pubis, "the golden trickle running through your furry muff and across your joy buzzer." The picture Serge painted started to arouse Stephanie. She remembered the times as a young girl she had tried to catch a glimpse of her father peeing. She also thought about how good she felt unclenching her full bladder after a long car ride. "You might be right that it would feel good, Serge, but I still think it would stink." Serge pressed his erection into the cleft of her denim-clad ass. "Yeah, it would stink, but you'd beg for more. You'd start to love the smell, and you'd beg me to piss in your mouth." Her pussy was juicing up now, but she refused to allow herself to sink into the gutter with Serge. "Maybe, but I don't think so. There's no way I'd let a guy do that. Maybe I'd just beg you to fuck me." "Is that what you want right now missy? Some nice hard tool stuffed in your cunt? Or do you still want it in your asshole?" "I think I'll just blow you and then get going home. Is that alright? I know I can't leave you all worked up like this, but I don't think I want to get all sweaty and gooey." "Okay, you can suck me off this time, but next time I see you when school's out, I'll expect a little more." Serge unzipped his fly and hauled out his throbbing member. "Here you go missy. Give it a good suck." Stephanie put down Piss Fest and kneeled in front of Serge. His crotch smelled of sweat and stale piss. She slurped his shaft into her mouth, licking away all the unpleasantness until all she could taste was her own spit. She felt very slutty, but that made her all the more aroused. Serge finally puffed out a tremendous orgasm and Stephanie swallowed every creamy drop. When Jim got home from work, he found Jane in her silk robe on the couch. He was about to strike up a conversation with her when he realized she was on the phone. Eavesdropping for a few minutes allowed him to establish that she was talking to her brother Patrick. But he only heard the one side of the conversation. "I know," Jane said expressively. "Oh, I know. Well, Mom's like that, Patrick. She'll always need a strong hand from Dad." Thinking back to the hot phone conversation he'd had with his wife earlier in the week, he got a brilliant idea. Watching her sensuous lips move as she chatted casually with her brother, Jim unzipped his fly in front of her. He pulled his stiffening member out and watched her reaction. She averted her eyes, trying not to be distracted by his cock. "Patrick, do you think Dad will buy the house even if she doesn't like it?" Relentlessly, he stroked it to full hardness beside her face. She stopped trying to ignore him and fiddled with his balls while she talked. "He what?... He brought her home to Mom and Dad the next day? What did Mom say?... And Dad probably slapped him on the back and congratulated him on such a fine piece of ass, right? Just a sec, Patrick." She clapped her hand over the phone to explain to Jim: "Mike met a black chick in a bar and introduced her to Mom and Dad the next day. Can you believe it?" Jim shrugged, and before she got re-involved in the conversation, he said, "Open your robe... and say something dirty to your brother." He pushed his cock against her mouth and she pulled away, smiling. Putting her finger to her lips, she shushed her husband up and said to Patrick: "Sorry about that. So what does Mike think of her; is he really serious about her?" Jane's eyebrows rose and she gasped, "No way! Patrick, that's disgusting--but tell me more!" She was intrigued by whatever Patrick was saying, and she opened her robe to clutch her left tit. Jim took the right one. "God, Patrick, Mike is a real hound isn't he? But you know what?" Jane winked at Jim. "You made me wet when you told me what he did to her." Jim's cock lurched as he imagined Patrick's reaction to his sister's private revelation. He whispered to her: "You slut." "Patrick, you don't have to tell me about your hard-on just because I said I was wet... Is Rachel there? You'd better get her to take care of it for you... She isn't? Maybe I better let you go then... You know, so you can do whatever little boys do to get rid of uncomfortable things like that." Jane moved her hand down to her pussy and slid a finger along the moist crevice. "I won't... No... because I'm your sister." Jim frowned and put his hand over the mouthpiece. "Jane, don't be such a prick teaser. What does he want you to do?" She giggled. "Just what you wanted... he wants me to talk dirty to him while he jerks off. But I'm not going to do it." She pushed Jim's hand away and talked to her brother. "Don't be so bad, Patrick. I'm going to hang up now... yes, I am... because you're being a naughty little boy." Jim took off his pants and underwear and knelt down in front of the couch. He kissed between Jane's legs and let his tongue slide up over her distended clitoris, sending tingles of rapture through her body. It was reflected in her voice. "No, Patrick, I can't... I should tell Mom on you. You're being filthy... No I'm not just sitting here `like a frigid bitch.' Don't call me that... Yes I know how big it is... No, you're right, I've never seen it hard before... God, that is big." Jim was fervently laving her genitals from asshole to belly- button; she was spouting fresh pussy juice with every pass of his tongue -- the couch under her butt was soaked. The oral attention of her husband was taking its toll. But Jim realized that, for his benefit, Jane was repeating much of what Patrick said. Jane had her eyes closed; she was trying to use sheer willpower not to let Patrick in on the fact that she was having her pussy eaten. "I know... yes, I can bet Rachel loves it... No I'm not jealous... No I wouldn't want to try it... You're being a real pig, Patrick... because, I'm your sister... no... because it's rude to hang up on someone--even filthy little boys like you... You really want to know? Yes... yes, I'm still wet... No I'm not thinking about your cock... Oh, good... because I want it to be over soon... No... it's not because I want to think about it spurting out..." She pointed at the phone, shaking her head for Jim's benefit. "On my tits? You pig... Rachel likes that? Good, do it to her... On her face, too? Sounds like you've found yourself a real slut, Patrick... Yeah... I never said I didn't like the taste... Anywhere he wants... Yes, Patrick, even on my face... Jim's done it before on my face, but... Yeah I liked it... Patrick, you can't call me that... Okay, I'm sorry I called her a slut, and you're right, maybe I'm one too... Hey, I thought you were going to cum soon..." The room was quiet except for the licking sounds Jim was making in his wife's pussy. Suddenly, an involuntary moan escaped from Jane's throat. "No I'm not masturbating too... I'm not... Go ahead and imagine it... Well, I'm sorry I ever let you see my modelling portfolio... I'm glad you don't know what it looks like. They weren't those kind of pictures... Yeah, and I left them out of the portfolio... It was by accident. Sometimes the photographer would shoot before I was in position... The whole thing, Patrick. Lips and all. My whole pussy... Sometimes, yeah, my asshole too, you pig." Jane was shaking all over now. Jim had brought her to the brink of orgasm several times. This made her even more susceptible to Patrick's obviously lewd prompting. She even started to initiate some of the banter. "You should ask Rachel if she wants you to show them to me... How dirty are the pictures?... Rachel and you together?... Can you see everything?... Patrick, I can't believe it... Her asshole with cum oozing out of it? That's disgusting... If your cock is really as big as you say, she must be very good at anal sex, or is she into pain?... I've never tried it... Well, I can imagine what I'm missing... Listen, are you going to cum soon or not?... Up my ass? I thought you wanted to cum on my tits?... Is that your favourite part of me? I think Jim likes my ass too..." As if on cue, Jim slid a finger into her tight little butthole, swirling it around for full effect. "Finally, Patrick. God, you took long enough to cum..." Hearing that her brother had erupted on the other end of the phone released a switch in Jane, and she shuddered to a mind- blowing orgasm. Her thighs clamped so tightly around Jim's head he thought the top of his skull would pop open. She pressed the handset into the couch and groaned loudly in relief. Then she looked down at Jim, whose face was glistening, hair dishevelled, and cock still hard. "Jim, baby, you better slip your cock into my cunt while it's still so wet and puffy from your licking, which was fantastic by the way." The phone was still pressed into the cushions of the couch and Jim angled his throbbing shaft towards her swollen vagina. "You made your brother cum. Now you better make your husband cum too... you hot little bitch." While Jim pumped his dick in and out of her juicy slot, Jane picked up the handset again. "Are you still there Patrick?... No, uh, Jim came home. I had to get up to let him in... No, he's not in the room. Did you make a mess?... I'm glad I could help. But I still think you're a bad boy, and I might still tell Mom on you... Okay, Patrick, we'll see you soon... Yep. Bye-bye." She hung up and grabbed Jim's asscheeks in her hands, encouraging him to thrust harder. "Come on, baby, fuck me as hard as you can. Give me a nice hot load of spunk in my pussy." "Talking like that with your brother turned you on didn't it? I bet he wants to fuck you now more than ever." "Shut up and pump me, you bastard," Jane hissed, humping her hips to meet his thrusts. She wanted to try to put the depraved conversation with Patrick out of her mind. 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.'" The next day was a hot and muggy Monday. Jim and Jane decided not to go into their respective offices. They played hooky with gusto. Lying naked in bed, the air conditioner keeping them comfortable, they reviewed the previous night's debauchery. "Ellen sucked your cunt like a real pro," Jim offered. "She was ravenous. I loved it. Too bad you can't eat me that good." She made a face to show him she was only teasing. He teased her back. "If I could stand the smell I'd eat with a bigger appetite." She hit him on the chest and climbed up on top. Pinning his arms with her knees, she straddled his face. Then she pressed her crotch to his mouth and said, "Take a whiff of this, you fucking child molester. I bet little Debbie doesn't even smell this good." He effortlessly lifted her lithe form off his face and wrestled her onto the mattress. "You know I think you've got the sweetest pussy in the world." In the erotic struggle, his cock had responded by hardening. He pressed his rod against her mound. "And my dick thinks so too. Can I slip it in to show you what I mean?" She licked her lips sensuously. "Just a little. Fuck my cunt with just the head of your cock." He did as he was told. He stirred his prickhead around in the juicy labia of her vagina. But he quickly tired of teasing himself. She noticed his faltering interest and said: "Push my legs way up. Spread me wide open. What can you see?" Jim pushed her knees up against her breasts. He backed off to watch his cock nestled in the gaping flower of her cunt, and the bud of her asshole opening below. "Lots of pink. I can even see a bit of the pink in your shithole." "Yeah? I bet your cock is itching to slide up there isn't it? Would you like to see how hot it would be if you fucked my asshole?" Jane questioned him while she toyed with the bloated purple helmet at the tip of his dick. Jim didn't answer. He just aimed his cock a few inches lower and let the tip press into her anal orifice. She moaned in response, and pushed her bowel muscles out to afford his shaft more room. With that help, and the lubrication seeping down from her cunt, entry was easier than either of them had imagined. Although she winced at the dull ache that accompanies the loss of anal virginity, she quickly began to encourage him to fuck harder. "Harder, you bastard. Rip me open with that big mean cock of yours. Harder!" "You love this, don't you? The little fucking whore just loves it up the ass after all." Jim thrust with full strokes, holding nothing back. "Yeah, baby, I love it. Fill my asshole with your cum. I want to shit your juice out for a week." Jane thought about how Ellen had once told her how semen leaks out after you let a guy cum inside your ass. It turned her on to think that she would have that lingering reminder of this moment. Jim grunted a couple of times and realized that an orgasm had crept up on him: he was flooding her rectum with jizz. Jane flinched each time his cock expanded to squirt out more cum. She viciously fingered her clit and made her own orgasm follow swiftly. Jim collapsed onto his wife, laughing and panting. He felt his shrivelling cock slip wetly out of her shitter. She reach below and stroked her forefinger around the stretched opening to her bowels. The slickness of Jim's semen allowed her to slip the finger into the tender aperture, extending the pleasure. "How was that, baby? Do you like fucking me up the ass?" Jim grunted and smiled. "Yeah. I can't wait to tell the guys at the club that I finally Greeked you." Jane punched him playfully. "Don't you dare. They'll be lined up at the door expecting a piece." "Don't flatter yourself. They all get assfucking at home. You were about the only wife who didn't provide anal access. Of course you made up for it because you're better looking than any of their wives--by a mile." Jane pondered that for a moment. "I always wanted to try it. I was just a little nervous because your cock is so big. But it was easy wasn't it?" "As easy as your cunt. And it was a whole lot hotter." Jim kissed her forehead. "But I still wouldn't try it with a guy who's cock was as big as... say... Patrick's." Jim looked surprised. "Now that you've had me in there, you could take anyone. Just how huge is your brother anyway?" She giggled, thinking about how Patrick had described his penis on the phone. "He said it was eleven inches long." "Bullshit. You know the average is six and I have eight. He probably measures it from behind his balls. The only part that counts is the part that's going inside the chick." "Still, if he is telling the truth, I'd love to see it at work on Rachel some time." Jim smirked at her. "Or pounding into your own cunt, I bet. Brother or no brother, you'd give anything to try a really big cock like that wouldn't you?" Jane blushed. "Yeah, I guess. I'd want to see if I could handle it." "You know he'd jump at the chance to give his sister a proper boning. You should suggest it." Jane shook her head and changed the subject. "Want to go down to the beach today? Take advantage of this weather?" "I think we should invite a bunch of people over. Not everyone is lucky enough to live on the beach." "That's a great idea," she said, hopping onto the floor, "I'll make a big salad and we can order pizza. You go buy some beer. Come on." She dragged him up out of the bed and held him close against her naked form. By six o'clock they had quite a crowd in their backyard, which was shielded from the general public by a huge wooden fence. Jane's mother and father, Evelyn and Roger Brighton, and her brothers, Patrick and Mike. Mike had brought Cherise, his new black girlfriend. From Jim's side there was Jill, his sister, and Stephanie, Jill's daughter. Stephanie's friend Gina was there and Gina's fourteen year-old brother Luke. Ellen and Debbie Wilson also showed up. Although it was a challenge to order pizza for thirteen picky eaters, Jim and Jane managed to keep their guests well fed. Jim had to go back to the beer store and make a stop at a variety store to get pop for Debbie and Luke. As it turned out, Luke drank beer most of the night anyway. At eight o'clock, well after their meal had been digested, Jane suggested they all head down to the beach and have a sunset swim. A few minutes later, she appeared in her black bikini that flaunted her sculpted body to perfection. Evelyn pulled her daughter aside and said, "Do you expect me to get into my suit after you've put me to shame with your body like that? How do you stay in such great shape?" Jane gently scolded her mother for her timidity. "You have a fine body, Mom. For your age, and after having pumped out three strapping kids like us, any woman would beg to have your body." And it was true. Evelyn's waist was as trim as ever, and her breasts sagged only slightly. Considering the size of her bust, it was hardly cause for shame. The hint of cellulite on her thighs was to be expected in a woman in her mid-fifties. Most importantly, Evelyn carried herself with graceful youth, the lines on her face etched after years of happiness. Jane led her mother inside, into the bedroom, where she closed the door. "Did you bring a suit?" Her mother blushed. "No, I didn't. And I obviously can't wear one of yours." "Maybe not, Mom, but Ellen has a couple here that you could try on." She reached into the top dresser drawer and tossed a red bikini and a blue one-piece onto the bed. "Go ahead." Evelyn stripped quickly and reached for the blue clump on the bed. "Try the bikini first. I know you'll look great. Dad will be proud of you for being so daring with all these youngsters around. I bet you get a rise out of at least one guy in the crowd." Evelyn blushed again. "Don't be silly. If any of the men were getting hard it was because of your appearance in that tiny bit of a suit." As her mother stood contemplating the merits of the bikini over the one-piece, Jane studied her naked form. Without clothes, she was surprisingly erotic. Jane knew that disrobed, women often lost their appeal. But her mom looked great. Jane even had to shake off a shiver of attraction that whistled briefly across her loins, similar to something she had felt at Ellen's last night. After all she was appraising her own mother. "Don't you think my boobs are too big for this one?" Evelyn held up the tiny red top with two fingers. "Look at this suit," Jane said, running her fingers along the edges of her own bikini top, "it just covers my nipples, and the rest of my tits stick out. That's how it's supposed to be." "What about my big hairy cunt? Is that supposed to stick halfway out too?" Evelyn was obviously exasperated, but started stepping into the tiny red bottoms. There was a gentle rap at the door. "Who is it?" Jane called. "Debbie and Stephanie for the girl's changeroom." The door opened and the two females stepped in. "We heard it's in here," Stephanie said. "Hello Mrs. Brighton." Evelyn straightened up, bare-chested, and shook Stephanie's hand. "Hello, dear. Who's your darling little friend?" "Mrs. Brighton, this is Debbie. Debbie, Mrs. Brighton." Debbie held out a hand to shake, but Evelyn encircled the little girl with arms for a squeezing hug. Her big naked breasts flattened against Debbie's slight frame. "Wow," Debbie exclaimed when Evelyn released her, "your boobies feel as good as my mommy's when she hugs me." They all giggled at the child's first comment. Stephanie was next to strip and Evelyn complimented her on her young nubile body as well. "You certainly put me to shame," she said, procuring a frown from her daughter. Debbie did not have a suit, but the women decided that she was still young enough to swim naked. Since Debbie didn't protest, they were all ready for the beach in a few minutes. Jane grabbed four towels on the way out. Jim, Mike, Patrick, and Luke were waiting on the porch in their swimming shorts. Gina, Cherise, and Jill appeared moments later in their own bikinis. Mike immediately gave Cherise's ass a squeeze and whispered a compliment on her looks. She giggled in appreciation. When the group went down to the beach, Roger and Ellen were left in the backyard to clean up the pizza boxes and beercans. "You know what?" Roger said. "I think young Luke was quite shocked to see your little girl without her bathing suit. He was blushing like a schoolgirl." Ellen put her hands on her hips and looked out at Debbie's nude form disappearing over the far dune with Luke following close behind. "Well, I think he's old enough to understand the difference between girls and boys." "Yep, and I'm sure Debbie's old enough too. It won't be long now before waltzing around like that will get her into a whole heap of trouble. How old is she anyway?" "Seven. But I've taught her all about the birds and the bees already." Roger rifled a hand through his greying hair. "I think she could well give Luke a run for his money." Ellen looked keenly at Roger. "You sound like seeing her naked did something for you." Her lips formed a crooked smile. He simply cleared his throat and carried the pizza boxes to the garbage, effectively hiding the lump that had formed in his trousers. Meanwhile down in the surf, the eleven bathers were having a great time. Tag was the game of the moment, and Luke had become "it." He was having a rough time catching anyone, including the prey he thought would be easiest: little Debbie. When Luke gave up in frustration, the game ended. In a frivolous mood, everyone giggled when Jim snook up behind his mother-in-law and clutched her breasts in his hands, giving them a playful squeeze and calling, "You're it!" "You're incorrigible, Jimbo!" Evelyn chastised him, but deep down felt good to be teased like one of the girls. Jane swam up beside Jim and her mother. "See, Mom, I told you you'd get a rise out of these guys. But I really think Debbie has the right idea... skinny dipping is much more fun." Jim agreed with both of his wife's assertions. "Well, Evelyn, feel this rise," he grabbed her hand and pulled it under the water to show that he was the first to act on Jane's skinny dipping idea. When his mother-in-law wrapped her hand around his pulsing shaft, she blushed, but kept her fingers where he placed them. "Jim, you're embarrassing me," Evelyn said. "Oh, Mom, don't be such a spoil-sport. I think my husband needs you to teach him a thing or two," Jane giggled. She swam around behind her mother. "Can I undo your top, Mom? See if his cock twitches when he gets a better look at your big hooters." Evelyn was aghast at her daughter's behaviour, but she was enthraled by Jim's pulsing member. It had been a long time since she had held anyone's cock but Roger's. But she reached around behind her with her free hand to prevent her daughter from undoing the clasp. "Don't you dare." Jim grabbed Evelyn's hand and pulled her over on her back, floating in the waves. Jane giggled and tried to undo the clasp from that position. Evelyn struggled and tried to push Jane away with her feet. Noticing the new game beginning, Patrick, Mike, and Cherise swam over to see what the rules were. "What's going on?" Patrick asked. "We're getting Mom to go skinny dipping," Jane shouted over Evelyn's squeals and splashes. "Oh really," Patrick said, eying his sister, "I think you should go first sis." He lunged at Jane, knocking her over in the water. His hands slipped down her trim sides; he managed to hook his thumbs into her bottoms. She swam toward him to prevent him from pulling them off. Luke, Debbie, Gina, Stephanie, and Jill all swam around the wrestling others, and watched. Luke caught on quickly, and since Debbie was already naked, he asked her to help him get the other girl's suits off. She readily agreed. Luke decided to attack his sister first, getting her naked so she would then help him get Stephanie or Mrs. Porter. He would have gone straight for Stephanie, the subject of so many of his fantasies, but since her mom was there, he thought better of the idea. Gina was watching the other action so closely, she didn't even notice Luke's nearness. If she had, she might have felt the lump of her brother's engorged adolescent prong pressing through his trunks against her leg. But he had her top undone and her bottoms halfway off before she even started struggling. "Luke, you creep," was all she had time to say before Debbie swam away with her bottoms and jumped to the surface swinging them victoriously in the air. Gina crouched low in the water, cursing her brother and his newfound ally. "Luke, tell that bitch to bring back my fucking suit now!" Luke grinned. He swam menacingly close to Gina. "Come on, sis. Everyone else is getting their suits taken away. I guess you're just not allowed to wear them tonight. Besides, it's getting dark and no one can hardly see you anyway." "Fuck, Luke, give it back. Please." Gina quieted down. She even let Luke swim right up to her. "Sis, you're a party pooper. I'll let you take off my trunks." He stood arrogantly beside her in the waist high water. Her face was inches from his taut belly, her arms crossed over her chest to prevent the waves from dipping away and exposing her top half. She continued to speak quietly to Luke, although Stephanie had swam in close enough to hear. "You've got a hard-on, don't you Luke? I'm not taking off your bathing suit just so you can show off your boner." Luke laughed. "Why not?" Stephanie joined in. "Yeah, Gina, why not? I want to see it." Luke gulped. His fantasies were coming true. Stephanie continued. "He's such a cutie. I want to see what he's got in those shorts." Gina smiled. "Always the horny bitch, huh Steph? Okay." She stood up boldly, came chest to chest with her little brother. "How's this you little bastard? Getting your jollies now?" Luke just beamed at her and looked down at her perky little nipples which almost touched his chest. Gina grabbed Luke's shorts at the front; Stephanie grabbed them at the back. Debbie swam up close to watch the boy become exposed. With a couple of tugs, a proud and pink erection stemming from a sparse brown bush was displayed. Luke grabbed it lewdly and shook it at Gina. "There you go, sis." Gina giggled. So did Debbie. But Stephanie looked over to check what her mother was doing--good, safely engaged with the others--and wrapped her hand gently around Luke's cock. "Don't let their giggling bug you, Luke. I think you've got a great cock." As it turned out, only Gina, Luke, Jim, and Debbie were naked at this point. Jane successfully thwarted Patrick's attack and Evelyn managed to convince Jim not to take her suit off by promising that she'd continue to stroke his dick under the water. When Jane floated back to where her mother and her husband were talking in low tones, she asked what they were doing. "Your mom's giving me a fantastic handjob. Want to watch?" Jane shook her head. "That's okay. I'm going ashore to get another beer. But Mom, don't make him cum, okay? I want to have some for later." "Don't worry dear, I won't waste any of your husband's precious spunk." Evelyn rolled her eyes as her daughter swam away. She turned to Jim and said, "You're not going to cum, are you?" "I doubt it." After a few moments of silence, Jim asked, "You really like my dick, huh?" "Like I said, it's nice to feel a different one every once in a while." "You know what Evelyn? I fucked your daughter up the ass this morning for the first time." Evelyn stopped stroking. "You what?" She looked shocked. Jim boldly slipped his hand down the back of his mother-in- law's bikini bottoms. "Up the ass. I fucked her where she shits." His finger slipped between her buttcheeks to stress the point. Evelyn jumped a little. Jim felt her buttocks clench around his finger. "You're disgusting. I can't believe she married you in the first place, let alone do that with you." Jim grabbed her around the waist a pulled her down in the water. They bobbed with just their heads above the surface, and Jim's hands got even busier. He positioned himself at her side and slipped a hand down both the front and the back of her suit. Straddling her thighs allowed him to press his hard-on against them. "Stop it, Jim," Evelyn cried. No one heard; they'd all returned to the beach. "Come on, Evelyn. I think its a case of like daughter, like mother. But I think it might even be like daughter, love mother." He goosed her again, and insinuated a finger from his other hand into the sodden lips of her cunt. "You're juicing up like a bitch in heat. I think the idea of my dick forcing your asshole open turns you on." Evelyn whirled to face Jim; he held everything but her head fast. Spittle flew from her mouth as she berated him; her eyes were brimming with tears. "You get your filthy hands out of my bathing suit now. If I want to feel my asshole being forced open, I'll get my doctor to do an bowel exam. No man's cock is going any where near there." Jim immediately pulled his hands out of her suit. He stammered an apology and backed towards the beach. "Whoa, hold everything. I just thought you might like it... Jane said you probably would." Evelyn reached for him and he stopped. "Okay, Jim," she said quietly, still frowning. "I'm sorry I got mad. Roger has tried to get me to do the same thing. I guess I want to, but I just can't imagine it." She encircled his waist with her arms and kissed him on the lips. "I'm sorry." He worked his tongue into her mouth. His cock stopped softening and returned to its previous glory. When he broke the kiss, he squeezed her ass hard and said, "So you won't let me shove my cock up your ass, but you want fuck and suck like a good mother-in-law should?" She smiled. "You're still a disgusting pig. Did Jane really let you stick this thing up her butt?" She squeezed his cock to show what she was talking about. "Just like Patrick does to Rachel, and Mike--I'm sure--does to Cherise. I've talked to them before and them love assfucking as much as I do." Evelyn shook her head. "But Michael just met Cherise. Surely she wouldn't let him do something like that already." She was incredulous. "Well, I don't know for sure, but I've done it to lots of girls on the first date. I just takes the right kind of chemistry." "Yeah," Evelyn joked, "and the right kind of chemicals to wash up afterwards." Jim rolled his eyes and looked across the calm evening water to the warm glow of the beach house. "Maybe, Mrs. Brighton, we should head back. I wouldn't want your daughter dropping hints that I'm out here sticking it to you." Two weeks later Jim and Jane had a family dinner at their beach house. Roger and Evelyn, Mike and Cherise, and Patrick were sitting around the table, while Jane served roast beef and Jim bartended. "So Cherise," Jim asked, glancing down at the black beauty's fashionably displayed cleavage, "what have you been up to since our beach party?" Cherise smiled through a mouthful of food. She took a moment to swallow. "I've been touring with a client company." "Oh really, what line of work are you in?" Mike smiled. "She's a figure model." Cherise shook her head vigorously. "If only that were true. Most of the time I just feel like a plain old stripper." "I did nude modelling for a while," Jane said. "Is that what you do?" "Well, it's pretty much stripping, but the client is a major brewery so they lend a bit of legitimacy to it." Cherise seemed a little embarrassed by the attention. Patrick piped up. "Why don't you show us a sample of your work. I think that would clear up everything." Cherise looked at the faces around the table and assessed whether they took Patrick seriously or not. Apparently they had just ignored him. But a few moments later, Jim pressed the point. "Come on Cherise. I'm sure Jane will give us a sample of her nude modelling days if you show us what the brewery is paying for." "Fuck that idea," Jane said, hitting Jim on the shoulder. Evelyn reached over and swatted her daughter. "Don't be so shy, dear. You always tell me to be proud of my body." Finally Mr. Brighton, who was feeling the effects of Jim's overgenerous hospitality, said, "How about seeing all the female flesh in the family. I want to see them all naked." Cherise felt warm being included in the Brighton/Calwell clan. She stood up and smoothed out her short white cocktail dress. "Mr. Brighton, I think you're in for a treat... at least as far as I'm concerned." Jane stood up beside her. "I'll dance with you Cherise. Let me go get some music." Patrick, Mike, and Jim moved their chairs to face the open space between the dining room and the living room -- the makeshift stage. Roger reached across the front of his wife's blouse and gave her left tit a squeeze. "You think you can keep up with the youngsters, darling? I'd be just as happy to have you sit right here and keep my dick hard for me." "That's what I'll do then, sweetheart," Evelyn said. She swivelled to face him and kissed his earlobe. "I might even let you take it out and put it in my mouth." Patrick overheard the comment that was intended for his father only. "Don't start sucking on Dad during the show, Mom. It'll be distracting." Jim popped out to the den and returned with his video camera. "I think this is going to be worth a tape, eh boys?" Mike and Patrick whistled. Roger clapped and said, "Don't forget to show audience reaction shots. Get a good shot of my stiff pecker so I can use it in the future to prove to Evelyn that I can still get it up." They all laughed at that one. The music Jane picked was slow but had a healthy beat. Jim started recording and zoomed in on Jane. "Do an introduction, baby." Jane puckered sensuously at the camera and said, "Hi, I'm your Dream Slut. I'm going to take off my clothes and my father and brothers will see me naked for the first time since I was a kid. My turns on include: buying shoes without wearing panties, blowing cab drivers instead of paying the fare, and watching horses piss. My turn offs include sensitive men, bitchy women, and dogs who won't lick my cunt." The men hooted at her depraved portrayal. Evelyn looked a little shocked at her daughter's imagination, but went along with it, busily stroking her husband's cock through his trousers. Jim turned the camera on Cherise, who had to cut off her laughter to get into her own character. "Hi, I'm your favourite street whore, Jezebel. I like all the same shit she does, but I don't wear anything when I shop for shoes, I suck off the cabbie while he drives and still pay the fare, and I drink horse piss. I don't have any turn offs." The men howled at Cherise's one-upmanship. The girls started dancing slowly, moving their hips in time to the music. They got very close to each other. Nina was already perched on her stool behind the reception desk of Jim Calwell Associates' offices when Jim arrived. Her cuteness never ceased to amaze him. Everything about her could be deemed "cute." Her skin tone and features were the result of a white father and Chinese mother. Her button nose sat in the middle of her round smiling face. Her slanting eyes added to the impression of perpetual happiness. Her body was girlish: small perky breasts and a minimal curve at the waist. Yet she was sensuous in many ways. Jim had often fantasized about her full lips engulfing his cock. Today she was wearing a severe high necked blouse and dark pleated skirt. She looked a little like a librarian. Jim's friendly relationship with her prompted him to make a comment. "Who the fuck are you trying to impersonate? A librarian? What's with the neckline?" Nina blushed. "Mr. Calwell... I think I look very professional." The truth was: he could see a sexy outline of her nipples against the thin fabric. "Maybe you do look professional, but you can hardly even tell you've got any tits at all. I mean, sure they're small, but I know how good they look when you want them to." She hopped down off the stool. "I know how much you like my breasts, but I decided today I'd be a little more conservative. Plus my cousin is coming from Hong Kong, and she's not used to the way things are here. She'd think I was a slut." Jim ushered her over to the coffee machine. "You mean you're not a slut?" he said with mock surprise, "and here I was all this time thinking you were." She giggled and hit his bicep. "By the time Ling gets here, I'm sure you'll have me naked and squirming around on the floor." "That's a hell of an idea," Jim winked. "Do you remember the time I caught you in my executive washroom?" Nina stepped inches away from him; he felt her sweet breath on his chest. "I thought you'd be out for hours with that sexy saleswoman from Astro Computers." "She wasn't really in the mood for a motel stop, so I cut the meeting short." Nina toyed with Jim's belt buckle. "I just went in there to go pee, but when I finished peeing I thought about how often you'd been in there with your dick out, and I just started masturbating." "I caught you with four fingers in your cunt. I never would have thought your little body would take so much." "If only I'd known what a horny bastard you are; I'd have asked you to replace my fingers with your cock. Then my cunt would have really been stretched open." "I told my wife about your pussy. She hardly believed me. Fucking your cunt is like fucking Jane up the ass you're so tight." Nina giggled. "If my pussy's like your wife's asshole, what do you think my asshole would be like?" She coyly looked down between their bodies. "I hope you let me find out soon. Getting one or two fingers up there when we play doctor is enough of a challenge, I can just imagine what sliding my whole tool in would be like." Jim unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly. Nina commented on the action. "My father used to tell me: `A man who frees his penis can free his mind.' I think he just said that so he could show his cock to us, but it seemed very philosophical at the time." She fished into Jim's underwear and wrapped her small hand around his stiffening shaft. "He showed you his cock all the time?" "Yeah, he turned into kind of a perverted old guy after Mom died. He did stuff with me and my sister when we were kids." "Nina," Jim asked slowly, thinking about what she had just told him, "back when you were a kid, did you ever suck on your father's cock?" "Once, when he was very drunk." She looked down at Jim's growing member as she recalled long buried childhood memories. Her father had been an American serviceman on station at a British naval base. He'd taken her mother out of Hong Kong in the late sixties. Nina's mother had been a nurse. "His cock wasn't even hard. My sister was in the room and she dared me to do it. Father was so drunk he never did get hard, but ended up peeing in my mouth instead." Jim reacted with a twitch in his dick. "I bet you liked that," he said flatly, neither sounding sarcastic nor serious. Nina looked up at him, trying to gauge how he had intended his comment to be inferred. "Well... I actually didn't mind at all. I was only nine years old, and my sister had told me about what cum was like. At first I thought he was cumming. Even though my sister was laughing and telling me it was pee, I drank most of it anyway." "You filthy slut! What did your father do when he sobered up and realized what had happened?" Nina kneeled in front of the coffee machine, facing Jim. His dick pulsed near her lips. "He was pretty embarrassed. My sister told him most of the details, since he didn't remember much. But a couple of years later, he got me into my bedroom alone. He said he wanted to pee in my mouth again. And this time he wasn't all that drunk at all. I turned him down. I was only eleven, but if I had been older I probably would have let him. I don't know. It's weird." "You mean he left you alone for two years and then all of a sudden he just asks you if he can piss in your mouth?" Nina shrugged. "He mostly fooled around with my sister. She let him do anything he wanted, except the peeing thing. So he finally got up the nerve to ask me." Jim was turned on by the depravity that Nina described. "Suck on my cock for a while before Wendy gets in, then we'll get some work done." Nina happily slurped Jim's tool into her mouth and blew him absently while he toyed with her blouse covered tits. Moments later, Jim erupted a creamy torrent into her waiting gullet. Little rivulets of semen escaped and trickled down from the corners of her mouth. Jim pulled his big deflating cock back and squeezed out the last drops of jism; Nina licked them up. For the rest of the day at work, Nina and Jim exchanged knowing looks. It made Nina happy that her boss found her so desirable; she often fantasized about their little office trysts, but knew that Jim loved his wife and would never make his sexual diversions with Nina into anything more than fun and games. Nina was content with that. Wendy Hooks strolled into the office fifteen minutes before lunchtime. The way Nina was dressed today offered a polar opposite to the way Wendy looked. Jim's part-time writer and creative consultant was a busty young woman of twenty-four. She had a punk- rock hairdo that was spiked on top, shaved short on the right, and long on the left. Naturally blonde, she highlighted it with pink tips. Today she was wearing black leather shorts, black stockings, black boots and a white peasant's blouse. Even constrained by a bra, her pendulous tits caused quite a commotion under the light cotton top. "Hi Nina, sorry I'm late," Wendy said, flopping down on the couch in front of the reception desk. "You look like shit," Nina commented. "And you look like you're going to a nunnery." Nina stood up and handed Wendy a fresh cup of coffee. "Jim wants to talk to you about the RJR/Nabisco account. He's been waiting all morning for you. Good luck..." Nina smirked as she imagined the trouble Wendy had gotten herself into. Jim was a nice guy but even he had his limits; this wasn't the first time Wendy had been irresponsible. Wendy knocked at Jim's door and slinked in. She knew she was in trouble. "Hi, boss. Sorry I'm late." Jim glanced up from the report he was reading and motioned her to the chair in front of his desk. He let her stew for a moment and then closed the report. "Well, Miss Hooks, I'm happy to see you made it in today. Rough night last night?" Wendy blew a sigh at the ceiling. "Yeah. I've had better." "But you got fucked, right? Don't let me down thinking that you're losing your touch." Jim stood up to hear about her wild night. Wendy smiled crookedly. "You always want to hear about it but you never want to try some for yourself. Okay... I was at a party and a couple of guys wanted to take me into the hot tub so I stripped and jumped in before they knew what they had suggested. But when they caught on and pulled out their schlongs, they both came so quick it was hardly even worth it. I had to sit in the water for another twenty minutes diddling myself to get mine off." "They probably just wanted to get you into the hot tub to disinfect you." "Fuck off, you creep. They knew they were in for a hot time as soon as they saw me... and you would be too if you had the balls to go through with it instead of always teasing me." Wendy pouted. Jim tugged her up by the long hair on the left side of her head. "Hey, that hurts!" She grabbed his hand to lessened the strain on her scalp. "I like teasing you, you little fucking slut." Jim grabbed her ass and rammed her hips against his. "Start getting here a little earlier and maybe we'd have time to fuck around." "As if you and Nina have a torrid love affair going on in the mornings." Jim released her hair. "Well, it shows how out of touch you are. Just this morning she sucked me off in the foyer. Of course that was before the office even opened, which is far too early for you." Wendy raised her eyebrows, even though she wasn't all that surprised by Jim's revelation. "Doesn't your wife get pissed off about all the cum you waste on other women?" "When I jerk off into the toilet that's a waste of cum; everything else is an investment. Jane herself told me that." Wendy giggled. "I've got to meet this wife of yours someday. She sounds like a riot. But I can't believe she actually lets you fuck around so much. You're such a dirty dog." Jim sat back down at his desk. "Yeah, well." He picked up the phone and dialled his wife's office. It rang just once. "Visual Treasury, Jane Calwell speaking." "Hi, babe, it's me. Are you busy?" "Nope. I just closed a deal with Ogilvy Mather for a series of landscape photos for a new car campaign. They wouldn't tell me which one." "Big bucks?" Jim looked at Wendy, who was gazing randomly around the office. "You bet, sweetheart. It'll keep us in honey for a while. What's up?" "My dick." Jim winked at Wendy who froze her gaze on him. "Oh really? Is it for Nina or Wendy?" She knew him too well. "Wendy. She's sitting right across from me." Wendy squirmed uncomfortably in her chair. She wondered how her name got into the conversation that her boss was having with his wife. "What's the little tramp wearing?" "Black shorts, black stockings and a thin white blouse." Jim exaggerated his appraisal of Wendy's wardrobe to keep her curious. "And as usual, those big tits of hers keep swinging around under that blouse. I don't even know if she's wearing a bra..." "I am," a red-faced Wendy whispered, crossing her arms protectively across her chest. "Take out your cock in front of her," Jane suggested. "See what she does." Jim covered the receiver with his hand and spoke softly to Wendy. "My wife says I should take out my cock to see what you'll do. What do you think?" Wendy gulped but stayed quiet. Jim unzipped his fly and worked his semi-stiff prick out into the open. "There we go," he said to Jane. "What did she do? Is she coming over to suck on it?" Jim spoke to Wendy. "Get over here, you fucking slut." Wendy, like an automaton, stood up and approached him; her eyes were fixed on his lengthening shaft. Jane sniggered on the other end of the line. "I'm glad you don't treat her any different than you treat me. Tell the `fucking slut' to suck on it while I take off my panties." "Come here, Wendy, you bitch. Get on your knees and suck on this for me." He waited as Wendy slowly sank to her knees in front of him, still in a semi-trance. He updated Jane: "She's going to do it. The filthy fucking pig is going to gobble my dick." "Good, make her swallow your cum," Jane prompted. She had removed her panties and was sitting at her desk with her legs spread, her free hand rubbing her juicy crotch. Wendy's head bobbed up and down on Jim's cock. Slurping noises echoed around the office. "She's doing a pretty good job. Want to give her any pointers? I'll let you talk to her." Jane didn't have time to protest. Jim simply hauled Wendy's head up and pressed the handset against her ear. "Hello?" Jane said. "Uhhh... Mrs. Calwell?" Wendy responded. "Well, well. How does my husband's cock taste, Wendy?" Wendy looked up and pleaded to Jim with her eyes to let her off the phone. She'd rather be sucking his dick than describing the experience to his wife. "Well, it tastes pretty good actually. He says Nina was at it earlier, so I think I taste some of her spit." "I don't know how he finds so many sluts to work for him. And you're one of the sleaziest hosebags he's ever found. Does he make you wet, Wendy?" "Uhhh... yeah." Wendy didn't know how to respond to this bizarre prodding by her boss's wife. She decided to elaborate: "Whenever we're in a meeting I think about opening my blouse and luring him into his little executive bathroom." "You think he'd be baited by your tits, do you?" "He's always staring at them." "Well he's a horny bastard... but, I think you better keep sucking on his cock or he'll lose interest." "Okay, Mrs. Calwell.... uh, nice talking to you." Stunned, Wendy went back to mouth-bobbing Jim's knob. Eventually Jim grunted out a few spurts of semen. Wendy was disappointed by the volume, but then remembered that Nina had skimmed some cream off the top earlier. Even though Jim had cum twice that day already, he was still horny. He decided to pay Ellen a visit. He phoned Jane to tell her he'd be late, but she was working late at her own office anyway. He knocked on Ellen's apartment door carrying his video camera and a bottle of wine. She didn't appear to be home, but he heard movement in the apartment. At first he thought that they had left the dog Charly free to roam around inside. Then he heard a small singing voice and decided that it was Debbie. "Debbie? Are you in there," he called out. "It's Uncle Jim." Debbie flung the door open seconds later. She had a big smile on her face and he saw Charly behind her, wagging his tail. "Hello, Uncle Jim. Mommy told me not to answer the door. But I think she meant for strangers. She just went shopping." Debbie was holding the door open. She was only wearing tiny cotton panties and a sleeveless undershirt. Jim was still shocked and amazed at how this seven year old girl made him react. His cock twitched in his pants. "Well, I was wondering if I could drop off this bottle of wine for your mom." "Sure, come on in." Debbie graciously held the door for him and then closed it behind them. "I'll just put this bottle over on the table." Jim left the wine and turned to face the little girl. "Why are you running around in your underwear anyway, Debbie?" "What?" Debbie giggled, "I always wear this in the house. I get dressed when we have company." She said `company' as if it only had two syllables. "I'm company." He said it right. "But Mommy says that since you've seen me with no panties on, you don't count." "Oh really," Jim said, settling into the couch. "Well, I'm going to take some pictures of you and Charly, so if you want everyone to see you in your underwear... go ahead." He raised the video camera and started shooting. The youngster dashed behind the couch, her head popping up moments later to issue this warning: "Uncle Jim... you better not. I'll tell Mommy that you were being mean to me." She stuck out her tongue. "Hey now... do you want a spanking?" Debbie froze. "No," she said meekly. "I'm sorry." "Okay. Come on out from behind there and I'll tell you a story." She crawled slowly into view and he kept filming. Then she joined him on the loveseat and he put the camera down. When she realized that he wasn't going to keep filming, she snuggled into the crook of his arm for her story. "Do you want to hear a scary story or a nice story?" Jim asked. "An exciting one. Like that one Aunt Jane told us last time." Jim recalled Jane's tale of horse thievery, rape, and murder. "Okay. Once upon a time a beautiful princess lived in a castle far off in the wilderness. Her name was Angel. Her father, the King, loved his daughter very much, and would give her anything she wanted. But the King was also a lonely old man, and he would spend many hours watching his daughter and her servants through the many peepholes he had built into rooms throughout the castle. He would watch them get undressed, go to the bathroom, and everything else they did." Jim paused. "Do you remember what your mom did with Aunt Jane last time we were here?" "She had her mouth down here," Debbie said, pointing to her panty-covered crotch. "That's right. Well that's what the princess did with her girl servants sometimes. And the King would watch them do it." He paused again. "Do you know what masturbating is?" She looked blankly up at him. "It's when you fiddle with yourself to make yourself feel good. Do you ever rub your peehole because it feels good?" Debbie smiled coyly. "Sometimes." "Well men do the same thing. And the King did that while he looked at Angel and her friendly servants. When a man masturbates, goo squirts out at the end, and the King was leaving puddles of goo all around the castle. "But one day a handsome prince came to the castle. He was looking for a beautiful princess to marry. He knew that with a beautiful princess, he would never have to masturbate again, because she would help him with... fucking. Remember that word?" "Yes, Uncle Jim, I remember," she said, giggling. "Debbie?" "Yes, Uncle Jim?" "Are you sure you don't want to let me take pictures of you with my video camera? No one else will see them except your mom and Aunt Jane." "But why do you want to?" "I want to pretend I'm the King in the story, and you're the princess. When I go home I can watch the tape and make-believe I'm peeking through a peephole to see you." "Are you going to... masturbate?" She pronounced it "mas-tow- bate." "It depends what you do on the tape." "You mean like showing you my peehole?" Jim smiled. "That's right. Remember last time when your mom and Aunt Jane both took off their underwear?" Debbie giggled. "I took off mine too!" "Yes, you did. And I saw all your peeholes. But I liked yours best, Debbie." She looked surprised and leaned closer as if to hear a secret. "Why?" "Because it's so cute without any hair on it. You used your peehole too. You peed on me, remember?" "I know," she looked glum. "I'm sorry Uncle Jim." He hugged her. "Don't be sorry. I kind of liked it. It was warm and wet like a hot bath." Debbie giggled again. "You're funny, Uncle Jim." "So do you want to take off your underwear while I film you?" Jim picked up the video camera. Debbie stood up and beamed at the lens. "Okay... as long as you promise to show me yours this time." She was quite a little negotiator. "Okay." He worked the camera with one hand and unzipped his fly with the other. Debbie quickly stripped off her undershirt and panties, and waited anxiously for a glimpse of the man's penis. Seeing Debbie naked again prompted his cock to stiffen more, and it made a very dramatic appearance for the eager little girl. He smoothed his hand over it a couple of times for good measure. "Well, Debbie..." He interviewed her with the rolling video camera, tilting down to show his exposed cock. "Have you ever seen something like this before?" She stood timidly for a few moments, staring at Jim's fleshy pole, and then she shrugged. "I think I saw my daddy's thing, but it was very small and wrinkly." "His wasn't hard like mine... Do you know why a man gets hard, Debbie?" "Mommy says its because he's thinking dirty thoughts--like about fucking." She found a context in which to use her new word. Jim grinned. "That's right, Debbie. And guess what... I'm thinking dirty thoughts about you right now." She coyly veiled her chest and crotch with her arms. "That's not nice, Uncle Jim." But then her curiosity took over. "What are you thinking about?" He stroked his cock with one hand and aimed the camera with the other. "I think I'm going to squirt a bunch of goo, and I want you to let me squirt it on you. Are you going to be my little slut, just like your mommy?" "Okay, Uncle Jim. But don't pee on me by accident. Just goo, not pee." Jim smiled placidly and worked himself up to an orgasm. "Okay Debbie, I promise." At that moment, Ellen walked through the door carrying groceries, which she promptly dropped when she saw the scene layed out before her. Charly was happily chewing on a tennis ball in the corner, but her seven year-old daughter was plainly the object Jim Calwell's arousal. She gasped when she saw him fumble to put down the video camera, hide his prick, and shoo Debbie off to the bedroom. But she simultaneously felt lust for the prick he was trying to hide, and the sinful way he had been abusing her daughter. "Jim," Ellen said softly as she sat on the couch. "Are you messing around with my daughter?" He shrugged and stood up as if to leave. "Sorry about that Ellen. She's a little minx just like her mom." Ellen smiled. "You're a real pervert aren't you?" Then she called Debbie back from the bedroom. The little girl slinked back in from the hallway, still naked, but hiding herself behind the first chair in the room. "Sweetie, Mommy's not mad. You're just showing off to Uncle Jim, and that's okay. Mommy likes Uncle Jim." She winked and smiled at Jim. Taking that as a cue, Jim unzipped his fly again and pulled out his semi-stiff prick. He prodded it in Ellen's direction, and she took the hint. Engulfing his schlong in her mouth, Ellen motioned Debbie closer. "Your mom wants to show you something, Debbie," Jim translated. When Debbie was right beside Ellen's cock-filled face, the oversexed mother popped her mouth off the tip and said, "Okay, Debbie, I want you to try." Debbie opened her mouth wide and Jim gleefully transferred his prick from mother to daughter. Debbie's inexperienced mouth reminded Jim of the early sexual experiences in his life. 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