Message-ID: <7888eli$9801281425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Crystal Camry" Subject: UF: Acro Inc. Pt. 2 (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: <19980128011945.1022.qmail@hotmail.com> DELETE NOW IF YOU ARE UNDER 21. Wide range of perversions explored here. Please respond with plot suggestions. Flames will be deleted. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com The man pulled the battered pickup truck up to the curb across from Tilson High School. He had an 8mm video camera just like Jim's on the seat beside him. His business cards were strewn around the cab of the truck: "Jake Hanson, Modelling and Talent Agent" He saw the two girls come out of the school about forty-five minutes after he had parked. He tugged at the lump that was forming in his pants. He had heard about the gorgeous blonde girl from a friend at the local bar. She was a real live wire and was supposedly boffing the school janitor. The other girl was a boyish athletic type who had a magnetism of her own. The blonde was wearing high-cut jeans that accentuated her hipline. Her ass was a perfect inverted heart. The other girl was wearing stirrup pants which exaggerated the straighter lines of her body. They both had jean jackets hiding the charms of their upper bodies. He spun the truck around and called out to the girls as they strutted down the sidewalk. "Excuse me ladies." Stephanie and Gina turned warily towards the stranger in the pickup truck. He was a handsome guy in his forties, with a touch of grey at the temples. He didn't look like the type who would drive such a busted up vehicle; he looked like an investment banker or a corporate lawyer without the suit. "Yes?" Gina finally responded after sizing up the pickup truck driver. "Can you help me out? I'm looking for a woman named Jill Porter." The man was intently flipping through a little memobook. Although Jane shivered for a moment when she heard her mother's name mentioned, she was willing to find out more from this stranger. "Who are you?" As if feeling terrible for forgetting his manners, the guy dropped the memobook and extended a hand to the beautiful blonde girl. "Jake Hanson, photographer and agent. Pleased to meet you." Stephanie reluctantly shook his hand. They were leathery like Serge's hands, not the average hands of a photographer. "And you are?" Jake prompted her. "Stephanie P... uh, this is my friend Gina," she stammered, not wanting to reveal her last name. Jake reached down and plucked two business cards off the seat beside him. "Well, Stephanie Puh, and Gina: here's my business card. You are both gorgeous women and I'd like you to consider modelling as a way to make some spare money, or as a full-time career. " "What did you want to see Jill Porter about?" Stephanie asked, leaning more comfortably into the truck's cab now that she had a handle on this guy. Gina remained back a couple of feet. He consulted his memobook again. "Well, apparently this Mrs. Porter has an absolutely stunning daughter named... well, I'll be damned. You wouldn't happen to be Stephanie Porter would you?" Gina and Stephanie both smiled when they realized that the agent was actually looking for Stephanie. "Yes, I am," Stephanie replied. "Well, Stephanie, I understand that you're underage... that's hard to believe... but I'd need your mother's permission to get you involved in the modelling businessþif you're interested of course." "Yeah, sure. It sounds great. Is there a lot of money to be made?" "It depends. We can talk about all that later. Right now I'd like to get your mother's permission so we can do a test shoot. Do you think she'd still be at the office on Elm Street? Otherwise I'd need you to tell me where you live." Stephanie had another hint of suspicion. "I think you can still catch her at the office. We'll meet you there." The man shrugged. "Still don't trust me, huh? You sure you don't want a ride?" "Yeah. We'll meet you there," Stephanie said firmly. When the pickup truck pulled away in a cloud of exhaust, Gina hugged her friend and squealed. "You're going to be a star!" Twenty minutes later, Stephanie, Gina, Jill, and Jake Hanson were sitting in the little law office on Elm Street where Jill worked as a legal assistant. Jill had called her brother Jim over to ensure that this guy was on the up and up. Jim had better instincts about people and was more world-wise than Jill. Jim arrived and heard Hanson's whole spiel. He wasn't completely convinced, but he knew how much money a model could make and he didn't want to ruin Stephanie's chances. "Okay, I think you should go ahead and do the test shoot, honey," Jim finally advised. Stephanie immediately jumped up and hugged him tightly. "Oh, Uncle Jim. That's fantastic." She kissed him on the lips and bounded over to Gina to do a similar ritual of celebration. Jim pulled his sister aside and quietly told her what he was thinking. "Uh, Jill. I'm pretty sure this guy's okay. As he explained, there's more money in lingerie modelling and even more in nude modelling. That's what made Jane her fortune. You wouldn't mind if Stephanie showed off her snazzy little body would you?" Jill smiled. "I know you wouldn't mind, you dirty old man. No, I suppose she's grown up now, and I'm going to have to start accepting these things." "Well, sis, I'll go along on the test shoot just to be sure Hanson's not some kind of psycho." Jill grabbed her brother's arm. She pleaded, "Don't let anything happen to my baby." "Why the fuck would I?" Jim roughly grabbed his sister and pulled her very close to him. He breathed hotly into her face. "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to her." Jill gulped and kissed her brother on the lips, lingering for a moment longer than most people would have considered appropriate. It seemed Jim had a sexual hold even over his own sister. He winked at her when they parted and hustled Stephanie and Gina out to the car. Hanson got into his own car and they followed him to the studio. It was a modest red brick warehouse with a glass door on one corner that opened into a tiny foyer with a desk. A black girl with huge breasts was leaning back in a chair behind the desk. She was wearing a shoulderless t-shirt and a red leather skirt. Her jaws moved vigourously as she tried to destroy the wad of gum in her mouth; she looked down occasionally to check on the progress she was making with an emery board on her long red fingernails. Jim was immediately aroused by the lascivious smirks she threw in his direction. The Jake Hanson Agency apparently employed this black bitch to scare away potential clients. She was crass and aloof, not saying a word to anyone when they filed by into the studio. But then there were the looks that she gave Jim. "You guys go on ahead," Jim suggested. "I just have to make a phone call." He hung back until they went through the door and then turned to the silent gum-chewing receptionist and said, "Can I use your phone?" Without a word, she fell forward in her chair and spun the phone around to face him. Then she leaned back again and continued to work on her nails. Jim moved around the desk and sat on the corner closest to her, turning the phone back around again. She stopped toiling over her nails when she realized how close he wasþhis calf was almost touching her thigh. "Can't you dial standing up?" Jim stopped dialing. He calmly placed the receiver in its cradle and looked into her eyes. She was a beautiful woman, behind all that makeup and jewellery. His steely stare made her look back at her nails in a matter of moments. Jim sized her up, then said, "What kind of customer service have you been taught? Are you always such a complete bitch?" She looked up angrily. "What the fuck do you know?" After a pause, her whole sob story poured out: "I hate this shitty job. If they gave me a chance I could make them a lot of money, but Jake won't even take my picture. He only likes white girls." Jim smiled. "So you work for a bigot? If it makes you feel any better, I think you're fucking gorgeous." She smiled at that. "You really think so mister?" He nodded. "Maybe you just dress like such a tramp, he hasn't noticed. All that makeup, and the slutty outfit... well it just makes a guy want to fuck you, not take pictures of you." She stood up beside him, pressing her warm soft bosom against his arm. "You ever fucked a nigger before, mister?" She reached down and toyed with his fly. He grabbed her by both wrists. "Give me a chance, you big- titted black bitch, I'll fuck you better than you've ever been fucked before." His cock was getting hard and he placed her hand back on the swelling to the right of his fly. She unzipped his pants and managed to tug his stiffening dick out. "You don't have much of a pecker there, mister. How are you going to fill up my big black gash with that puny thing?" It was the first time a woman had ridiculed the size of his cock. Jim was silent for a moment. He thought about how Jane had marvelled at the "hugeness" of his cock when she saw for the first time. Was all that a charade? Was his pole really puny? Or did this chick get it from elephant-sized black men all the time? She seemed happy enough to stroke it into full hardness, and he put his self-consciousness away for now. She pulled off her t-shirt and unhooked her bra. Her tits were truly astonishing. The chocolate watermelons were tipped with huge black aureoles and thick stubs of nipple. She gathered up the flesh in her palms and rolled the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. "You like?" "Yeah," he said, dipping his head to pop one of the stubs into his mouth. He stopped long enough to ask her name. "Giselle." She moaned and squeezed his dick slightly. "I bet when you were a baby, your mama let you keep sucking until long after you were fed. I bet it made her cunt buzz as much as it makes mine." Jim reached down and shoved his hand roughly under the red leather skirt. "By the way, I'm Jim." He felt her tiny soaking panties and pushed them aside. In a flash he had three fingers plowing into a slick, meaty slot. He had completely forgotten about Stephanie and Gina, but now he heard the distant thump of a bass speaker and he knew that Hanson was gearing up for the shoot. When Hanson led Stephanie and Gina into the basement, he immediately showed them the changeroom and told them to choose any one of the costumes on the racks. Before he left to set up the studio, he said: "For this shoot we're looking for something sexy, sleazy, and slutty. That's the look. If you can pull it off, you'll be on your way." As soon as Jake left the stunned pair, Gina squealed and said: "Oh my God! Are we actually going to do nude modelling? I mean I know it's the highest paying, but this is too much! The guy's a pervert." "He couldn't be any worse than Serge. And I like Serge." Gina shook her head. "Serge is gross. I don't know why you sucked his cock. I mean any guy who's turned on by pissing on you is too gross for me. Too gross period." "Oh, come on Gina. We've talked about golden showers and stuff like that before. You never said it was gross before." "Yeah... well, I don't know..." Gina thought about it while she took off her jean jacket and untucked her polo shirt from the stirrup pants. Stephanie was already naked from the waist up and was squirming out of her jeans. Gina watched her friend's ample breasts jiggle with the effort. "By the wayþtotally off-topicþI can't believe how big your cans have gotten since last year." Stephanie straightened up, her jeans down at her knees. "You like them? I think the nipples are too big." She pushed the flesh of her tits up toward the wide aureoles. Then she thought about how Serge had been fascinated by her titsþand how he'd wanted his trickle of piss to flow between them. Gina pulled off the polo shirt and her own little bra. She held her own breasts the same way Stephanie was and compared. "I guess your nipples are pretty big, but I think they look fine on cans the size of yours." "Thanks. They're nothing compared to that black chick out front, though eh?" "I know. They were huge!" Gina gasped. "Did you see the way she was looking at your uncle?" "He's probably boffing her right now. Uncle Jim's quite a stud, you know." Stephanie was casually holding up various costumes to her bare chest. "God, I know. He sure turns me on. Do you really think he'd screw that receptionist?" Gina was trying on a waitress costume. "If she let him. And my aunt wouldn't mind. She was telling me about how they mess around with other people and still love each other. I think it's kind of weird, but they seem pretty happy." Gina pondered for a moment. "I know my dad would like that kind of arrangement. He's always staring at women on the street." "Hey," Stephanie said as she finished stripping, "do you think Mr. Hanson is a good photographer? You know those pictures in Penthouse always make the girls look so good... I wonder if we'll be improved as much by his photos." Although Jim's cock was throbbing wildly and his fingers were coated with Giselle's juice, he felt he'd better keep an eye on his niece like he promised. "Listen, baby, I've got to watch the shoot. You want to join me, or what?" Giselle pouted and tugged at his pecker again. "Don't I get a chance to try this little white pickle out? I was actually starting to look forward to it." "Why don't you come into the studio and suck me while I watch my niece do her modelling?" Jim anticipated being able to find a reasonable hiding spot in the studio. He led the agreeable Giselle down to the basement. "Okay, ladies," Jake Hanson called as Stephanie and Gina stepped into the studio, wearing red silk robes with Hanson Studios printed on the backs. "Come on out into the light and I'll explain the shoot." Stephanie pulled Gina's arm and they made their way over to Jake. "So," Jake said as he fiddled with one of the cameras, "what did you two babes decide to wear under those robes. I hope Stephanie wore something that shows off those fabulous titties, and Gina, your ass should be focal point of your costume." He winked at Gina. "Actually, Gina, I'm an ass man myself." Gina smiled awkardly back. "Well... we're both wearing bikinis. Nothing special." Jake clucked his tongue. "Nothing special? Well then, I hope you two don't mind if I get a hard-on while we shoot. Show me your bikinis." Stephanie and Gina slowly slipped off the robes, each one closely following the other's progress. Finally they stood in front of Jake with the bikinisþStephanie in red and Gina in blue. Jake ogled their breasts shamelessly, then absently tugged at his lengthening dick. Gina shook her head and watched for Stephanie's reaction to Jake's lewdness. "Okay, ladies," Jake said, clearing his throat, "you look great. Okay... uh... when I'm shooting, I like to be able to get quick response from my models. To get you to pose the way I want, I sometimes use... well... dirty words. Do you mind that?" Gina frowned. "Like what?" "Well..." Jake hesitated. "Like you've already said: `tits' and `ass'?" Stephanie asked, looking to see if her Uncle was in earshot. Jake beamed. "Or dirtier even." "Sure, I guessþat least I don't mind. Do you Gina?" "Hey," she said, "it won't be any worse than what we overhear in halls at school." "Great!" Jake said, rubbing his hands together and once again tugging at his crotch. Jim settled in to an armchair off to one side of the studio. It was behind the backdrop, so Stephanie and Gina couldn't see him, but it was in full view of Jake. Giselle didn't seem to mind having her boss as an audience, because she stripped naked and fell to her knees in front of the padded chair. Jim fed her his dick discreetly, watching Jake work. Jake was distracted for only a moment by the sight of Giselle's shapely black ass spread out with her head beyond that, bobbing in Jim's lap. Then he turned his attention to the two young beauties in the beach scenario he had painted on the backdrop. He had given them both tall glasses of orange juice, complete with little white umbrellas, crooked straws, and ice cubes. "Okay, girls. Sip the juice, and smile at each other. You're on holiday. You're alone, but you want to make this a sex filled vacation, so you're looking for men all the time." He started snapping shots as the girls settled into the scenario he was creating. Jim smiled. This Hanson guy was pretty good at what he did. When the girls finished the juice, Jake collected the glasses. "Okay, ladies. The vacation isn't going as well as you had hoped. You were hoping you'd have snagged some men by now. You're bored." He kicked at a switch with his foot and a huge fan started up, blowing Stephanie's long blonde hair around. The girls giggled and pretended to struggled against the artificial gale. "I call this part, Gone With the Wind," Jake explained. Jane called Patrick to tell him about the new contract she had signed with Ogilvy/Mather. She was very excited and had called everyone in her family; nobody had been home so far. But Patrick picked up after six rings. "Hello?" "Hi Patrick. It's Jane." "Hi." He sounded out of breath. "Guess what? I just signed a huge contract with Ogilvy/Mather. You know that ad agency I've been trying to land for years. It's worth potential millions in business." "Way to go sis," he huffed. "Did you run to the phone? You sound winded." Patrick paused for a moment and Jane heard a female giggle in the background. "Yeah, it was a real struggle to get to the phone." "Sorry I called at a bad time. Are you doing nasty things with Rachel?" She heard Patrick shooing Rachel out of the room. "We were working up quite a sweat. She can't get enough of my prick. Every time I fuck her, she begs me to shove it up her ass. Can you believe it, sis?" "You're a pig, Patrick. I'm not letting you get all horny and perverted like you did that one time on the phone with me. Try to keep in mind that I'm your sister." Patrick was stroking his prick, imagining his sister sidling up to wrap her luscious lips around it. "But Rachel is such a slut, I had to tell you about it." "Well, I called to tell you about my new contract. I didn't expect you to get all worked up about Rachel. Do you always get this out of breath during sex? Maybe you should start working out." Patrick exhaled deeply. "Very funny. If you came to the gym with me, I'd start working out." "I work out at home. I hate going to the gym because everyone's so into themselves." Truthfully, Jane felt a little self conscious at the gym because of all the musclebound men staring at her. "I think everyone would be into you if you showed up in Spandex. Some of the guys would want to be into you in a very literal way." She feigned a Southern Belle's accent: "Why Patrick Brighton, you ol' devil. You certainly know how to charm a little lady don't you?" He guffawed on the other end of the line, but he was still fiddling with his dick. "And the little lady, since she's my sister, probably wouldn't want to hear about how there's a droplet oozing out of the end of my dick right now." "God, Patrick, you pig! Are talking about that pre-cum fluid? That clear stuff?" Jane willed herself not to touch her pussy, even though it was starting to quiver. "Yep. And I think there's also a little bit of Rachel's shit clinging to the head of my cock. She's such a dirty girl." Patrick laughed as he purposely grossed out his sister. His attempt backfired. Even as she chastised him for being "a disgusting little freak," Jane's mind jumped to the anonymous pervert on the tape. She thought about her brother fucking his girlfriend up the ass. And she thought about the little slut spinning around in the middle of the fuck to lick her own shit off Patrick's dick. She leaned back in her desk chair to revel in the fantasy, flipping up her skirt to gain access to her silk-covered mound. "Well Jane, you're so pure and perfect. I bet you keep your asshole completely shit-free, don't you sis," Patrick taunted. She laughed, pressing her hand more firmly into her crotch. "Actually, I don't even bother wiping my ass because my shit is as clean as snow." She paused, stifling her giggles. Then she asked, "How come every time we get on the phone these days we end up talking about my butt?" "I guess it's always on my mind. Even earlier when I was drilling Rachel's ass I was thinking about yours." "Well, you little pervert, I'm sure Rachel's ass feels pretty much the same as mine." Jane pulled the crotch of her panties aside and slid her middle finger into the moist folds of her cunt. Patrick was similarly stroking his prick, but then Rachel walked back into the room. Jane heard her exclaim: "God, Patrick, what are you and your sister talking about? Are you guys talking about incest or something?" "Shut up," Patrick said. "We weren't talking about anything, but I just noticed that I had some of your shit on the end of my cock and Jane thought that was pretty gross. That's all." "Let me see," Rachel demanded, kneeling in front of Patrick and inspecting his dick closely. "There's no shit on here." She sniffed along the length of his shaft. "But it sure smells like my ass." She grinned up wickedly at him, inhaling deeply. "Are you going to tell your sister that your cock smells like my asshole, Patrick?" Patrick grinned wickedly and non-chalantly relayed that information: "She says my cock smells like her asshole." Jane gasped, plunging her fingers deeper into her pussy. But she attempted to keep up appearances: "You're both disgusting." "Well, sis, I've got to go, this bitch is getting all worked up and I think she'll need a pole up her ass again." "Patrick! Make her beg before you stick it in that dirty little hole. See you later, you sick pervert," Jane said, failing to suppress a grin and dug her fingers deeper into her cunt. Jane strode purposefully into her office the following Monday morning. Her stride made her breasts bounce saucily under the clinging blue satin of her blouse. And that attracted the attention of the square-jawed man waiting patiently by the reception desk. Lara was flipping idly through a trade magazine, but seemed to snap to attention when Jane approached. She tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear and said, "Ms. Calwell, Mr. Phillipe Laroque is here from Penthouse Magazine. He would like to discuss a project with our firm." Without batting an eye, Jane switched her attache case to her left hand so she could shake hands with the handsome Laroque. "Pleased to meet you Mr. Laroque. Please come in and we'll discuss your needs." Jane indicated her office and waited for the man to take the hint that she wanted him to go ahead of her. When he did, she turned to Lara and whispered tersely, "Bring the sample book." Sensing that her boss was very anxious about getting the Penthouse contract, Lara smiled and jumped into action. Jane followed Laroque through the doorway, looking back to make sure Lara was still hustling her perfect little butt toward the fileroom. "Well, Mr. Laroque," Jane started as she perched elegantly on the corner of her desk, strategically above the man in the chair in front of her, "how do you see Penthouse using the services of Visual Treasury?" Laroque cleared his throat, tearing his eyes up from the sleek legs that flowed out from the slit in Jane's skirt. "Well, Miss Calwellþ" "Mrs. Calwell. But call me Jane, please." She held up her left hand to display her slim band of gold. "Yes..." he seemed disappointed. "We know of you through your work with Terrence Houston." He cleared his throat again; the nude shots she had done with Terry seemed to have that effect. Jane giggled inwardly. "And?" Jane prompted. "Well, we'd like to discuss a travel section that we feel may become a regular feature. Unfortunately, while we have accepted several freelance articles, the pictures, quite frankly, are shit." He seemed embarrassed to use profanity in her presence. Smiling, Jane added: "And you can't shine shit, can you Mr. Laroque?" As if sharing use of scatological terms made them kin, Laroque smiled and said, "Call me Phil, please. I think your library of landscape photos could help immensely." As if on cue, Lara knocked and entered with the large sample book. When she hefted it up onto Jane's desk, she leaned over it for a moment to recover from the weight. With the top three buttons of her blouse undone, Laroque could easily take note of her creamy pair of 38s. Jane suppressed a smile, as she noticed both Lara's exposed cleavage and Phil's reaction. When Lara left, Jane stood up and motioned Phil towards the sample book. "My husband loves your magazine," she said, then laughingly added, "He calls it Cunthouse. But I'm sure there's plenty of room for standard travel shots." She opened the book to the landscape section. Phil looked strangely up at the woman who had just used one of the foulest words in the English language to describe a part of her own anatomy. Then he shrugged it off and stood to join her at the sample book. Some beautiful, but postcard-like, shots were first in the section. "We'd like something a little more out of the ordinary," Laroque said. Jane noticed how close Phil was standing to her. She felt his breath against her collarbone as they leaned over the book together. She flipped the page andþgasped. Two photos she had never seen before had been inserted into the clear plastic sleeves. The pictures were pornographic to say the least, but she was too shocked to turn the page to hide them from Laroque. They both sat staring at the two images: one of a black woman squeezing a sizeable turd into a white woman's mouth, and another of a white man pissing into the same black woman's face. Laroque recovered first. "Uh, Jane, I don't think this is quite what we're looking for." He smiled, but Jane could see the underlying uncertainty. She hurriedly flipped the page and cleared her throat. "I honestly have no idea how those got in there." Oh course she did have some idea: it must have been the mysterious pervert who had introduced himself on her tape recorder. Phil gently grabbed her hand and flipped the book open to the offensive page again. "You've got to admit that you don't see pictures like this every day." He did not immediately release her hand when the page was open. She felt his palm sweating. She swallowed hard, but stayed quiet. He pussy was juicing up despite the bizarre circumstances. Hell, judging by recent experiences, her pussy was juicing up because of the bizarre circumstances. Phil traced his index finger along the arc of male urine in the right-hand photo. "What kind of a slut would let a guy do this?" Jane thought of the time she had found Lara and her lover discussing just that. She glanced down at Phil's crotch and noticed a lump forming. Perhaps he was as turned on as she was. "Are the pictures turning you on, or am I?" she asked softly, nodding at his hard-on. He blushed instantly. "I think a little of both, Jane." She slid her palms up the front of his suit, under the lapels. "Would you like to do something about it? I can't promise I'll let you pee on my face, but I'm sure I'll make it worth your while." She looked into his icy eyes and detected raw passion lurking just below the surface. His eyebrows rose in surprise. "What about your husband?" "Phil, don't worry. He knows I'm a bit of slut." She parted her lips and lifted her face for a kiss. Phil obliged with a wet, open-mouthed slurp that sent a quiver deep into her belly. His tongue held great promise; Jane started working on ideas to get it between her legs. "Mmmmm," Jane purred, "you have an eager little mouth. I just bet you'd like to pop my titties in there." Phil made a face indicating that he'd love to and Jane started unbuttoning her blouse. "I noticed you sure liked my receptionist's titties. I'm afraid mine aren't as big, but they'll have to do." She pulled her shirt sensuously open and cupped her lace-covered boobs, pincing the nipples between thumb and forefinger. "Why don't you call her in here? She looked like a hot little tramp." Phil grabbed Jane's hips and sneered his last words as he ground his crotch into hers. "You'd love that wouldn't you? I bet you're surrounded by beautiful, willing women all the time, working at Penthouse." She looked down at her own cleavage, assessing how it would stack up against the big-busted centerfolds she'd seen. "Actually, that's not exactly true. It's mostly business in our office. I'd get very few opportunities for... diversions like this." He pulled her blouse off and leaned in to inhale the perfumed cleft between her tits. "By the way, Jane, do you like to suck cock?" Jane's eyes flashed up at him. Even though she was partly undressed in front of this virtual stranger, she never expected him to be so forward. "Well, Phil... I think you'll have to wait to find out. I've been known to let a prick get between my lips once in a while." She felt him squeeze her ass again through the thin material of her skirt. Then he started to tug at the zipper. "Can I see a little more of you, Jane? Your tits are a real turn on, but I like going for the meat of the matter." Jane smiled and submitted to his pawing hands, shimmying her hips so the skirt pooled neatly around her ankles. "Men!" she said in mock exasperation, "You're all alike." She put her hands on her hips and Phil stepped back to take in the gorgeous package he had unwrapped. In her bra, panties, garter, stockings, and pumps, Jane was an object of sinful desire. Phil's dick pulsed in response. "Your husband's a lucky man, Mrs. Calwell. Yep, he's one lucky fucker." She took a step towards him with her arms extended. "I think you're about to become a lucky fucker, Phil. I'm feeling an overwhelming urge to get stuffed with cock." Without a word, Phil unbuckled his dress pants and let them fall to the floor. Next he pulled his boxers off and stood in his suit jacket, tie, and dress shirt, proudly displaying his sizable pole of veiny flesh. Jane inhaled sharply with excitement; she hadn't expected such an immediate response. "Wow, Phil, I'm impressed. Now I'm really feeling the urge." She stepped forward again, her outstretched hand almost touching Phil's impressive member. Grasping the base of his cock to further engorge it, Phil asked, "Is there any particular orifice that's feeling the urge more than any other." Before she could tell Phil that her asshole did seem to be buzzing a little more that usual, Lara opened the door in a rush. Everyone froze. Lara's face was a comic combination of lust and shock. She saw Mr. Laroque's distended prick and her boss's state of undress and it flushed her face cherry red. She stammered an apology and turned to leave. "Hold it, Lara!" Jane commanded, "Stay put and shut the door. I want to tell you a little story." With some effort, Lara pushed the door closed and turned around, eyes abjectly riveted to the floor. "Yes, Mrs. Calwell?" "Sit down, Lara." Jane pointed to a chair and winked slyly at Phil, who stood calmly by with his prick pulsing in front of him. "Do you often entertain male friends in the office?" Confused by the question, Lara stayed silent. "Male, black friends?" Jane prompted. Lara looked up, her confusion giving way to fear. "Oh, Mrs. Calwell... I've only done that a couple of times." The big-chested brunette worried a loose thread on the hem of her skirt. "Well, I'm doing it today. I hope you don't mind. But I must say," Jane motioned for Phil to follow her to where Lara was sitting, "I was impressed with the way you took that huge black guy in your mouth without choking. And the way you didn't even flinch when he asked to piss in your face. You must be quite an expert." Phil was right in front of Lara when she looked up in reaction to the shocking details Jane had revealed. Her alarmed expression was greeted by a fully-bloated cock, with a droplet of jism forming at the tip. Her alarm turned to curiosity. As if in answer to her questioning look, Jane said, "Go ahead, Lara, suck on it. I want to see you in action again." Lara looked up at Phil; she had a hungry look now. "Would it be okay, Mr. Laroque?" "I'd like nothing better," Phil replied, pushing his hips forward so that the head of his cock bumped against her nose. She giggled and merrily popped the man's prick into her soft wet mouth. Jane knelt beside them for a close-up view of the blowjob. In the process she sniffed at Phil's manly scent. It was a heady mixture of sweat and cologne. She couldn't wait to taste him herself. Lara was slurping away with gusto. She had managed to work one of her hands between Phil's legs. Ostensibly she was massaging his balls, but Jane soon realized that the little slut was trying to work a finger into the crack of his ass. Jane whispered to Lara, excluding Phil from the conversation, "You're such a slut! Don't make him cum too quickly. I want a taste too." Lara did her best to smile at Jane around the fleshy blockage in her mouth. Suddenly she let the rigid member flip out from between her lips and sit there pulsing wetly. "Go for it, Mrs. Calwell." Jane pulled the stiff prick towards her mouth, noting that Lara kept that probing hand between Phil's thighs. First, to clean off Lara's saliva, Jane licked in long, sensual strokes. Finally she slipped the hot tube between her own lips and bobbed for all she was worth. To catch her balance as she became enthralled in her sucking task, Jane reached for Lara. She found the young woman a soft and willing plaything as well as a support. Soon, using just one hand, Jane had pulled open Lara's blouse and undone her bra. The melons beneath were even more spectacular to feel than to merely see. With her free hand, Jane reached around behind Phil and checked on Lara's progress into his asshole. Sure enough, Jane found Lara's middle finger inserted deeply into the man's rectum. With no lubrication, this must have been quite a feat, and Jane patted Lara's hand to express her praise. Robbed of a warm tight male asshole to finger, Jane moved that hand to her own neglected privates. The excitement and newness of the experience had soaked the crotch of her panties. She pulled them aside and side three fingers into the overheated slit of her cunt. "He's cumming, I think," Lara whispered. Feeling the tugs herself, Jane took her mouth off the eager fuckpole, but continued pumping it with her fist. "Can I make him cum on your tits?" Jane asked. With a grin, Lara replied, "Wow! Don't you want it for yourself, Mrs. Calwell?" Jane shrugged, and directed Phil's gaping pisshole towards Lara's chest, still pumping. Lara enthusiastically pressed her tits together and arched her back to receive the coveted effluvium. She was not disappointed. In moments, Phil grunted out stream after stream of hot, sticky semen. It landed in pearly strings across Lara's wide expanse of titflesh, coating her big nipples with milky goop. "Oooo," Lara cooed, "that's nice. Mr. Laroque, your cum feels sooo good." She proceeded to massage it into her skin like a precious lotion. Jane continued to pump and squeeze Phil's dick to coax out the last few droplets of semen. She flicked away the final few drops with her tongue, keeping Lara's breasts in her peripheral view. Her dick-pumping hand was the one that had disrobed Lara, and her other hand was still busy goosing the hot slit between her legs. But suddenly Jane stood up, rearranging her panties. She stood beside Phil and whispered in his ear. This time it was Lara who was excluded. "Do you need to take a leak, Phil? I think Lara would make a pretty little toilet, don't you?" Phil's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He thought back to the picture in the sample book and imagined himself urinating on the sweet young girl who was already whitewashed with his semen. A smile crept over his face and he whispered back to Jane: "I do kind of need to piss. Do you think she's enough of a slut to go for it?" Jane shrugged and leaned down to caringly lift Lara to her feet. "Okay, Lara, sweetheart. Did you like that little cumbath?" "It was great, Mrs. Calwell. I think we should entertain clients like this all the time." She was still toying with her semen-coated breasts. "Mr. Laroque needs one more big favour, though. He would like you to join us in my washroom so we can all get cleaned up. I think we could all use a shower after that hot sex. What do you say?" Lara looked doubtful, but Jane discovered why when Lara said simply, "I don't think we can all fit in your shower, Mrs. Calwell." Leading Lara by the hand towards the executive bathroom of her office, Jane calmly said, "You're probably right. We'll have to take turns, but we can watch each other." Lara seemed happy with that, and she began stripping off the rest of her clothes as Phil's anticipation grew with each passing second. He whispered to Jane: "Don't let her turn on the tap. I'll provide all the hot water she'll need for the first little while." Jane shook with anticipation herself. She was co-ordinating a real live golden shower. She'd often read about them, and Jim would joke about them frequently, but she'd never tried it. Now she's see first hand what all the fuss was about. Jane wondered: Would it stink? She doubted it... she'd smelled Jim's piss while he'd voided into the toilet, and it never grossed her out. All she really felt was anticipation. Yet in the back of her mind she was balancing what she was about to do with things her husband had coaxed her into in the past. His latest fascination with little Debbie was just one of his long list of perversions that she willingly co-operated with. She couldn't deny that each one turned her on in some way, but brief flashes of guilt hit her every now and then. She recalled the time that Jim had told her to go into the washroom on the bus they were riding and take off her panties. Then he proceeded to diddle her with a carrot from their lunch, all to the delight of the young teenage boy sitting beside them. She thought about the sinful conversations she'd had with her brother, after Jim suggested that Patrick wanted to have sex with her. She also remembered the numerous lesbian encounters she'd engaged in at Jim's urging. Jane returned to the present with the clear thought that this was the first time that she had taken a leap without her husband. It was a thrilling and unnerving event. "Okay Lara, get in the shower, but don't turn on the water yet," Jane instructed. "I think Phil wants to show you something..." Phil stepped up to the open door of the shower stall. "Kneel down, baby," he requested quietly. A trace of awareness passed across Lara's face. "Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Jane put her arm around Phil's shoulders, presenting a united front. "What do you think he's doing, Lara?" Lara, sinking to her knees, bowed her head in a woeful way and whispered, "Pissing on me." Jane cupped Lara's chin and lifted her face back up. "Don't you want to feel his warm wet piss pouring all over your face and tits?" "Not on my face. He can do it on my tits, but not my face." An electric tension built up as Lara waited patiently for her shower. Phil smiled wickedly at Jane, indicating that the stream was about to begin. As for Jane, she slid her hand up and down over the soggy front panel of her panties, anxiously awaiting the perverted show. When the stream arrived, it was a little disappointing for Jane. She had expected a gushing stream like her own. Phil's piss trickled out in a sporadic flow, sometimes simply dripping to the floor without hitting Lara at all. But the way Lara writhed around when the stream did hit her demonstrated that she was actually enjoying it. "Oh, you little slut," Jane hissed at Lara, "you love being degraded like this don't you?" "Yesss," Lara hissed back. "I'm nothing but trash. Piss on me." The stream of golden derision dwindled into droplets and then was gone. Phil shook his flaccid member in Lara's direction and hugged Jane close to him with his other arm. "I think she really enjoyed that." Jane nodded and held out a hand to help Lara up. Although Lara's baleful expression remained, she seemed to glow with excitement as she wiped off Phil's smelly liquid with a towel. "I need a real shower now I guess," Lara said. "But anytime you want to get off like this again, Mr. Laroque, just call me." Jane kissed Phil and then pulled Lara's face to her own. But the kiss with her receptionist was more passionate than she had intended; it was Jane's thanks for introducing her into a netherworld of extreme sexual perversion. Jim came in Giselle's mouth and then zipped up his pants. The black woman was disappointed that he hadn't fucked her, but she was satisfied with the raincheck he gave her. Stephanie and Gina were exhausted after the shoot and Jim went on and on about how proud he was of the both of them. Stephanie rested in the crook of her uncle's arm as they drove back to the Porter house. "And what was really neat," Gina was saying, "is that Jake never even asked us to take off the bikinis. We got paid $100 each and we didn't even have to get naked." Jim nodded in understanding and agreement, but he felt he didn't know Gina well enough to add comments of his own. He did, however, stroke Stephanie's hair and glance down the front of her blouse a number of times as they drove home. Jill was watching TV when her brother brought Stephanie and Gina home. She immediately switched off the set and greeted them at the door. "So?" she asked excitedly, "How did it go?" "Great," Jack answered for them. "They're naturals." "You two sure look excited," Jill commented. Gina and Stephanie hugged each other in a gale of pent-up laughter. Finally Stephanie composed herself enough to say: "It was really fun. And we didn't end up taking off all our clothes." "When will I get to see the pictures?" "I don't know, Mom. Next week sometime." Jill pouted. "That's a long way off. For some reason I thought you'd bring some home to show me. Can you at least give me a demostration of the types of photos Mr. Hansen posed you for?" "I've got an idea," Jim said. "Sis, why don't you get your camera and I'll take some more shots of Stephanie and Gina. You can see exactly what it was like." Jill beamed. "That would be great. What do you say girls?" In unison, Stephanie and Gina said, "Sure." The rec room in Jill's basement provided a reasonable photo studio. Jill sat discreetly in one corner and watched her brother direct the show. "Okay, ladies, what are we selling today?" Jim asked, casually holding the camera at chest level. "You pick the product." The two scrumptuous teens were totally relaxed þ a far cry from the fit of nerves they felt at the Hansen Studio. Gina giggled and joked that they should advertise lingerie. Stephanie added, "Or a nude beach." Jill intervened. "You're pretty anxious to take off your clothes aren't you, you two?" "Come on, Mom. It's just Uncle Jim. He's seen me naked lots of times." "Maybe when you were a little girl, but not recently." Jill punched Jim's arm playfully, "You might give the old guy a heart attack." "I think I can handle it, Jill," Jim shot back. "Oh I'm sure you could... with both hands," Jill joked. The girls laughed, but were cut off when Jim gruffly said, "Take off your jackets." They complied immediately. Jim started snapping occasional shots. "Okay, Gina, stand behind Stephanie and put your hand on her stomach, like a hug." Gina moved into position and Stephanie giggled. "Don't tickle me," she gasped. "Okay," Jim said, "now, Steph, unbutton your blouse." "Oooo," Jill teased, "is this where we get to the naughty bits?" Stephanie ignored her mother. Staring straight into the camera, she provocatively undid each button. Gina cooperatively moved her hand as more and more flesh was exposed. Stephanie's bra virtually overflowed with the creamy flesh of her tits. "Gina, put your hand back on Steph's stomach," Jim commanded. Gina grinned crookedly and whispered to Stephanie: "I think I'm going to get a chance to feel exactly how big your tits are... the way this is going, anyway." The heat from Stephanie's soft flat stomach was exciting to Gina. "Should I take off my bra Uncle Jim?" Jim felt a surge of blood in his loins. "That would be great, as long as your mom says it's OK." Jill shook her head in resignation. "As if I have any say in the matter. Besides, I think I'd like to see what a woman my little girl has become." Th bra fastened at the front so Stephanie neatly unhooked it and took it off with her blouse. Gina provided eager assistance and Jim kept snapping random shots. The sexy blonde's teenage breasts were tipped with hardened little rosy nubs that demonstrated her state of arousal. Jim moved closer to capture their nubile essence on film. Gina slid both hands around in front of Stephanie. The blonde arched back to greet her friend. It made an incredibly sexy sight. Gina's hands rose up to cup the mounds of flesh on Stephanie's chest, tweaking the nipples between her fingers. Jim's cock was hard, but he forced himself to ignore it. Still, when he caught his sister looking down at his crotch, he wondered if she had noticed the prominent lump. Indeed, Jill had seen the lump form in her brother's pants. It made her feel strange to be in such a situation, but she too was getting turned on. "Do you like your friend's tits, Gina?" Jim asked as he snapped away. "Aren't they great?" Gina replied. "I sure wish mine were so bodacious." She tweaked the nipples extra hard and Stephanie squealed. "That was good," Jill said. "It made Stephanie's face... full of character." "Do it again, Gina," Jim coaxed. Gina pinched again; Stephanie reacted. But Jim wanted more. "Harder!" Gina viciously yanked at Stephanie's nipples. The blonde screamed and doubled over. "Shit that hurts." Jill watched her daughter and decide the effect was too good to worry about a little pain. "Do it again, Gina. But bite her this time." Wondering why her mother was putting her through this, Stephanie scowled for a moment. Then she saw her uncle with the camera and she brightened up. Gina, on the other hand, was hesitating to put her friend through any more pain. "It's okay, Gina," Stephanie assured her, "It will make for some great shots." Looking concerned, Gina asked, "Are you sure? Even if you don't mind the pain, I'm not sure I should be putting your tit in my mouth. It's kind of a lesbian move don't you think?" Jim was getting impatient. He lowered the camera. "Just bite her titties like her mother said. It won't kill you." Jill shrugged as if to say, "I told you so." She winked at her brother and watched what the girls would do next. Jane was at home trying to concentrate on writing up a proposal for a new client with offices in twenty-one countries around the world. She was trying to put a sufficiently international flavour into the text. But her most European thought was of Phillipe Laroque pissing all over Lara. Finally deciding to record her random thoughts, she grabbed the mini-cassette recorder from her attach‚ case. But before she pushed record, she decided to check the tape for anymore messages from her perverted secret admirer. Several seconds of blank tape made her almost give up, but suddenly she heard a change in the hiss on the tape. A new voice emanated from the tiny speaker. It was not her original pervert, but this one was just as raunchy. "Hello, Jane, you hot little slimy cunt. I hear you like it dirty. My friends tell me that they'd lick the shit out of your asshole and you'd love it. Is that true, slut? Would you like a man to lick your ass after you took a shit? "Well, I'm not going to do it. You can lick the shit out of my asshole, though, if you want. I'd like that. Then I'd jerk off and cum all over your pretty face. Then I'd piss on you. I think you'd like the warm feeling of my piss running between those hot tits of yours." Jane imagined the faceless man unleashing a stream of urine the way Phil had for Lara. Only this time she was the recipient of the golden shower. It made her belly tighten and her juices flow. She was sitting at her desk in a flimsy cotton robe. She felt the dampness spread quickly out from her crotch, sticking her to the leather office chair. "Damn!" she cursed, spreading her legs and clenching her asscheeks to raise herself up. The tape suddenly stoppedþthe normal hiss returned. Forcing herself not to play with her cunt, Jane jotted a few notes down about the proposal. Then she fled for the upstairs bathroom and started filling the large Jacuzzi tub. She tossed in a couple of bath cubes and pulled off her robe. With the scented steam rising around her, she slid gently into the water. Then she attempted to wash the perversion out of her mind. Fifteen minutes later, as the water was starting to cool, Jim came home and called out to her. "I'm up in the Jacuzzi," she yelled. He strolled into the bathroom and his eyes widened. "Wow, you look like you're relaxing pretty effectively." He quickly stripped off his clothes. She immediately noticed his hard-on. "What have you been thinking?" she asked, smoothing a seductive pair of hands over her submerged body. "Stephanie and her friend Gina were little sluts today, and I got it all on film." He tugged at his cock. "God, they're fucking sexy." "Do you feel like jerking off into my tub? Does thinking about your hot little niece make you want to cum?" He didn't answer, but just started stroking above her. "So what are you going to do?" she asked, twirling the stubs of her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She raised her upper lip. "Are you going to squirt a big hot load of spunk into my bath?" Squeezing his dick, Jim smirked and said, "Yeah, I think I want to just let it out..." "Am I a slut, baby?" She slid one hand down between her silky legs. "Yeah, you're a hot fucking slut, just like those young tramps today." The pace of his dick-stroking increased. Jane smiled as her husband puffed and grunted. She knew a big goopy strand of cum was about to fly in her direction. She squeezed her tits together to receive the anointment. "Do it, baby. Give me a nice hot cum-bath." Jim titled his hips towards his wife's reclining body and used tiny strokes to coax out the semen, while maintaining accurate aim. He wanted the load to land right on her chest, above the waterline. Jane squealed with delight as the gusher began. She was coated from the tip of her chin to the bottom of each floating breast. He seemed to keep cumming forever. Strands of pearly goo washed away in the ripples of her bathwater. Jill Porter was sitting across the kitchen table from a sexy young blonde. Until this evening, she had considered her daughter just a kid, but after the performance in front of that camera, Jill was rethinking everything. Stephanie was wearing a simple white robeþone that was clinging to her body in a way that made Jill shiver with envy and a bit of arousal. Jill was still wearing her day's business suit. "That was really something this evening, honey. I think your Uncle Jim is very impressed with you. And I sure didn't know Gina was that kind of girl." Stephanie smiled. "Well, I never thought I was that kind of girl either. It was just such a... such a..." "Turn on?" Giggling, Stephanie nodded. "Yeah, I guess. It was a turn on for you guys too, wasn't it? You and Uncle Jim?" Jill pondered, then she said, "Well, did you notice the lump in your uncle's pants?" "God, Mom! He's your brother! You're not supposed to notice stuff like that!" Jill threw back her head. "Oh come on!" She used her hands to demonstrate a large object. "It's hard not to notice something that obvious." "I know," Stephanie shrugged in a conspiratorial way. "How big do you think it is anyway?" "Oh, it's big. Don't forget, I've seen it." Jill had one up on her daughter. "Yeah," Steph squinted, "But you've never seen it when it was hard, have you?" "No, but today was a good indication. That lump was huge." They both giggled. Then Stephanie asked, "Did it make you wet Mom?" Jill went a little pale, but then realized that this was an inevitable question considering the tone of the conversation. "Actually, I was soaking. I had to change my panties after he left." "Wow!" "But it wasn't just seeing my brother's hard-on through his pants. I also realized what a sexy young girl my daughter has become. That was a turn-on too!" Stephanie was stunned. She had never guessed that her mother would actually come out and admit something like that. "Really Mom?" "The way you and Gina were carrying on was quite a sight. Let's just say I had to keep crossing my legs so I wouldn't reach down and touch myself!" Stephanie raised her eyebrows and looked at her mother with disbelief. This was too weird. Evelyn Brighton closed the menu and looked across the table at her son Patrick. He had invited her to lunch the previous day. "It will be a chance to talk, Mom," he had explained. "Dad's out of town and I just got some extra cash from that big sale last week." The older woman had dolled herself up for her son. Now she was glad to have made the effort: they were sitting in one of the most exclusive beachside restaurants in the city. And lately, the way her daughter's husband had been carrying on, she felt very youthful and desirable. In this setting, with her handsome son escorting her, she felt positively ravishing. Patrick returned the glance at his mother. He smiled and returned to his menu, trying not to think about how fabulous she looked. She was wearing a gauzy white blouse with a lacy camisole underneath. Her hair was perfectly coiffed, and she must have spent hours on her makeup. Patrick's mind wandered from the menu to a scene of him tearing off his mother's blouse and humping his cock between her tits. He tried to clear his mind. "So, sweetheart, have you been working on another big sale this week?" "Not really. All the cunts at the shop have my paperwork backed up from here to next year." Evelyn quickly glanced around to see if anyone had heard her son's foul language. "Please, Patrick. Can't you tone down your language a little for your mother?" Patrick grinned at her. "What's wrong with telling it like it is, Mom? The secretaries at work are basically so brainless that their best quality is between their legs." She leaned towards her son. "And you've been sampling them?" He shrugged. "When Rachel gives me half a chance. She's usually so horny I'm too worn out to get fucked anywhere else." His mother shook her head and reached for her glass of white wine. "That's enough talk like this Patrick. Don't forget your father's out of town until next week." "Are you feeling lonely?" Evelyn blushed. "Not like you're talking about." "Well, why don't you take a walk around the restaurant? The way you look I'm sure you wouldn't be lonely for long." "What the hell do you mean by that?" He thinks I look like a hooker! she thought. "You look great, Mom." "You think I look like a whore?" He looked puzzled. "No, Mom. I mean it. You look great... very attractive." She remained skeptical. "Mom! What's the matter with you? If I wasn't your son I'd ask you on a date myself." Finally she smiled and said, "That's very sweet of you Patrick. Thank you. Now... what part of my outfit do you like best?" "Your blouse," he said with hesitation. "Why?" she coaxed. He hummed. "I guess it shows off your big tits to their best advantage." "Oh, Patrick, you're such a scoundrel. I don't know what it is with the men in this family. You're all perverts." But she smiled and sipped reflectively at her wine. "But you must admit we have impeccable taste in women!" he laughed. Joining in the laughter, Evelyn said, "And your taste started when you were a baby!" Still grinning, Patrick asked, "You mean when I used to suck on your tits?" "Shhh! That's enough." She tried to sip her wine, but she continued to giggle. "So, Mom, who was better at sucking your tits, me or Mike?" "Stop it, Patrick. Right now!" She remained good-natured, but had stopped laughing. "Besides, I don't think you're very good at handling competition with your brother." "Come on, Mom. Me or Patrick? Which one of us made you feel better when you put your nipple in our mouths?" "Okay, smart guy. Since you're too arrogant to stop when I tell you too: Mike was better. He was much gentler. You were a little monster. I thought you'd tear the thing off." "Don't you like it rough, Mom?" Patrick leered. She frowned. "Well..." Patrick touched the back of his mother's hand as she clasped her wine glass. "Did you ever get horny when you were breastfeeding?" Drawing her hand away, she looked up at her son. "Patrick, what are you trying to do? Are you..." She couldn't believe it. "Are you trying to seduce me? Your own mother?" He stared right back into her eyes. "Hey, Mom, maybe I'm just trying to get back in." "What do you mean by that?" She was afraid that she already knew. What was her son doing? And why was she not stopping him. "Well, Mom," he spoke steadily and slowly, "I came out of your cunt all those years ago, and now I want back in." Why did her pussy twitch with excitement at that disgusting admission? She fought an internal battle between rage and arousal. "Mom, let's get the fuck out of here." He stood and lifted the stunned woman up by the arm. "You'll be okay." She looked back at the table as he led her out of the restaurant. Her knees were wobbly, but the thought that she might actually grant her son his wish flashed across her mind. She also despaired that this had not been the lunch she had pictured. Patrick was elated. His fantasy of fucking his sister had not been successfully realized. Jane was flexible, but she seemed only willing to talk about the deeds he wanted done. But now his mother was acting like putty, willing to be molded in any shape he wanted. He loaded her into his sports car and got in to drive. As soon as he slammed the door, he said, "Fuck am I ever glad to get out of that place. Are you okay, Mom?" She touched her forehead; she felt hot. "I think so, thank you Patrick." "Don't let it bother you too much, Mom. I talk to Jane like that too. It doesn't bug her." He put his hand on her thigh as he drove. She just looked at it. "Of course..." he smiled, "Jane's a bit of a fucking sexpig!" Evelyn turned to her son. Why was he acting this way? Catching her strange look, Patrick just said, "Shit, I wouldn't blame you if you were totally pissed off with me, Mom. But I hope you're not, because I keep looking at those big fucking tits of yours and thinking I want to do something filthy with them." He reached over and gave her closest breast a playful squeeze. Evelyn felt drunk. Although she had polished off that glass of wine rather quickly, she knew the strangeness of the situation was the real intoxicant. The heat of her son's hand lingered on her breast long after it had returned to the steering wheel. Patrick pulled up outside his condominium and led his mother inside. She needed to be steadied on his arm. When they were alone in the elevator, Patrick propped her up against the wall and leaned into her. With his face less than an inch from hers, he whispered, "Mmm, you smell like a whore, Mom." Then he mashed his lips onto hers and eventually insinuated his tongue into her resisting mouth. When they got into his apartment, he locked and chained the door. "We don't want to be disturbed." "Patrick, maybe I should just call a cab. It's been a very nice afternoon, but I really should clean up the house before Roger gets home." She just stood there looking at the floor. "And miss this?" She looked up and gasped. He had taken his hard cock out and was toying lewdly with it. It was so big, she couldn't help staring. She mentally compared it to Roger's and Jim's. Both the other cocks in her life paled by comparison to her son's. She clapped her hand over her mouth in shock. "Don't cover up your mouth, Mom. That's one of the holes I want to fill with this thing." He stroked at his dick a couple more times. "Are you really going to go through with this, Patrick? I am your mother. And you know how wrong it is." But she smiled down at his cock and realized he had gone too far to turn back now. "I think it would be especially wrong now that you're big enough to know better." Patrick with his prick waving proudly out in front of him, went to the hall closet and reached into the top shelf. He brought down a photo-album. "Hey Mom, want to see some dirty pictures of Rachel and her friends?" Curious, and willing to look at anything so that she could stop staring at Patrick's erection, Evelyn grabbed the album. She flipped open to the first page and smiled at a very sensuous photo of Rachel in a string bikini, covered in a sheen of sweat, stretched out on a chaise lounge. The next was of Rachel in a similar pose without the bikini top. Her breasts were as tanned as the rest of her body, tipped with large dark glistening nipples. The next page showed a man that Evelyn didn't know standing in a pair of shorts over Rachel, who had now removed her bikini bottoms. Rachel's pose in this shot exposed her pink labia to both the camera and the mystery man. Then Rachel was shown tugging the man's shorts down and marvelling at his big, semi-stiff prick. Evelyn flipped the page and sure enough the photo there showed Rachel engulfing the man's fully-erect cock with her mouth. Looking at the photo made Evelyn feel queasy with a mixture of ecstasy and disgust. Her son had been bringing this slut into their home for more than a year. Evelyn looked up at her son, who was looking over her shoulder and gently stroking his naked prick. She smiled weakly. "These are really something, Patrick." "Rachel's a talented little cunt isn't she Mom?" Stung by the filthy way he referred to a member of her own sex, Evelyn looked back at the book. She was greeted with a graphically captured male orgasm, which had resulted in goopy white strands covering Rachel's face and chest. Evelyn felt a rush of heat through her pussy. "Would you like a faceful of cum sometime Mom?" Patrick was still stroking his oversized prick. She closed the photo album and looked her son in the eye. "I'm not such an old prude you know Patrick. But your behviour is absolutely over-the-top. It is disgusting. Put your cock away right now!" She glanced down at the offending protrusion and ended up admiring it. Her son had acquired quite a beautiful tool for himself. "I think you are a prude, Mom. Does any of this make your pussy juice up? I bet you're dry as a bone right now." He increased the pace of his stroking and concentrated his gaze on her heaving bosom. She shook her head. "It's all very exciting, Patrick. But you're my son and I think you're being outrageous." He squinted at her. "So you are wet?" She blushed. "A little." She cast her eyes down. "Those pictures were quite explicit." "Give me your hand, Mom," he demanded. Evelyn slowly offered an upturned hand. He grabbed it with his free hand and slurped her middle finger into his mouth. "I want you to slide this finger up my ass. Okay, Mom?" She winced and watched as he guided her hand around and turned his butt towards her. She resisted only a little as he forced her moistened middle finger into his sweaty asscrack. "Go on, Mom. Slip it right up there. Make me cum." Evelyn watched her son close his eyes, waiting for her to treat him to some anal penetration. She finally decided that they were both adults and things had gone so far that there was no sense in stopping now. She pressed her finger into her son's anus and slid it slowly inside. "That's it, Mom," Patrick grunted. She reached down with her other hand and grasped his cock. "Now, how does that feel?" "Great, Mom. I'm glad you finally came to your senses." She goosed him a little harder. "I still think it's wrong. But just for the record, Patrick, I love getting a faceful of cum. And I'm not a prude." When Patrick's cum flowed this time, however, Evelyn had the willpower to let it squirt and dribble onto the carpet. And the trickles that ran over the back of her hand she wiped discreetly away with a tissue. Moreover, the finger of her other hand that smelled distinctly of her son's anus was washed vigorously with soap and hot water. Stephanie Porter was standing naked in front of her closet trying to decide what to wear. Her mother had already called twice from the hall to hurry up. They would be late for their dinner engagement at the Calwell beach house. Uncle Jim and Aunt Jane had invited the Porters over to celebrate Stephanie's graduation from this year's riding school. Just two more years and Stephanie would be riding at an Olympic level. But Stephanie had spent half an hour in the shower masturbating and thinking about her uncle. Now she was trying to pick the perfect outfit for dinner. Something very sexy, but not at all sleazy. That way her intentions would not be obvious. But no matter what, she wanted her Uncle Jim to notice her. "Stephanie!" her mother barged through the bedroom door. "You're not even dressed yet?" Her mother scowled and scanned Stephanie's naked form. "I can't decide what to wear, Mom." She crossed her arms in frustration over her generous firm breasts. Jill was wearing a low-cut long black evening dress. It had no sleeves and a slit up one side. Her hair was up and she looked very sexy. Stephanie noticed the way her mom was dressed: "I wanted to wear something like what you're wearing, but I don't have anything like that." Her mom shrugged and motioned Stephanie away from the closet. "Let me look." She screeched hangers to and fro. Then she pulled out a white silk blouse and black leggings. "You can put on a camisole under this, wear the blouse unbuttoned, and tie the whole thing up with my thick black belt. How does that sound?" Stephanie brightened. "And I can wear my black pumps. That's sounds great Mom. Thanks." She started flying around the room throwing on her outfit. Jill watched her daughter step into a pair of black silk panties. She still couldn't get over how nicely her little girl had become a woman. The black silk stretched delicately over an abundant crop of blonde pubic hair. Elastic snugged the silk around womanly hips and a firm round butt. Then Stephanie pulled the white camisole over her head and her grapefruit-like breasts, whose nipples pitched little tents in the silky fabric. Jill looked down the front of her own dress and realized that her daughter had much nicer tits. When had she surpassed her mother? Jill felt a momentary pang of jealousy. "Are you just going to stare at me, Mom?" Stephanie stopped to ask. "I could use some help since we're so late." When they pulled into the Calwell driveway, Stephanie felt the anticipation straining in her loins. She felt sexy and grown-up. But when her Aunt Jane opened the door, Stephanie's hopes were shattered. Jane looked absolutely stunning. There was no way Stephanie could compete with that. Her uncle's wife was wearing a flared miniskirt and a translucent blouse that hinted at the perfection of the body underneath. Her perfect legs were encased in black stockings with a patterned seam up the back. Jane's pumps were sleeker and more provocative than Stephanie's. All in all, the teenage girl felt like a silly schoolkid beside her aunt. "Hi Stephanie sweetheart, you look fabulous," said Jane, ushering them into the house, "and Jill, you look incredible too! Come on in. Jim's in the kitchen with my brother. I think we'll be eight for dinner tonight. Ellen and Debbie Wilson are coming too, and Rachel, my brother's girlfriend." Stephanie's face dropped as she realized there would be even more to distract her uncle now. Oh well, she thought, make the best of it. Rachel turned out to be a knockout too, and Stephanie had a hard time keeping a positive attitude. Patrick's girlfriend was a Spanish-looking brunette with a sleazy quality that intrigued Stephanie. Rachel was wearing a bodysuit which was a turtleneck but had the shoulders cut out. The matching knee-length skirt was slit up the side to show off her bare legs. She had simple heeled sandals on her feet. When Ellen and Debbie showed up, they all sat down to dinner. Rachel and Jane were the designated servers, but it was mostly a free-for-all and all the guests dished up from huge bowls of pasta and vegetables. Beer and wine also flowed generously. Stephanie threw a questioning look towards her mother and then consumed beer as fast as everyone else. Even little Debbie tried a glass of wine. Near the end of the main course, Jim stood up and proposed a toast. "Everyone, this is to my niece, Stephanie. She's becoming quite an equestrian, and we're all very proud of her. Stephanie, congratulations on this year's riding school, and good luck next year." Stephanie was beaming. She sat and nodded around the table with her glass raised, then she stood up and responded. "Wow, Uncle Jim, thanks. What can I say? Thank you everyone." Jill felt her daughter's speech needed some embellishment, so she stood up next. "Stephanie, sweetheart, I'm so proud of you. You're not only becoming a beautiful and sexy woman, but you're gaining skills that I only dreamed of having." Patrick, always the boor, shouted "Here! Here!" and banged on the table. "What other skills does she have, Jill? I mean other than getting a horse to co-operate between her legs." Ellen and Rachel laughed out loud, and everyone else but Stephanie was at least amused by Patrick's outburst. "I think you'll have to find out for yourself, Patrick," Jill said, winking at the sulking Stephanie. After dinner, Patrick and Jim were out on the deck with Scotch on the rocks. "Well, Jim, I've never seen so much prime pussy sitting around one table in my lifeþyour sister and my sister included." Jim leaned over the balcony and looked out at the moonlit ocean. "Even that little Debbie is a hot one." "I guess, if you're into children. Are you, Jim?" Jim was quiet. "Well," Patrick continued, "I guess Stephanie isn't much older and she was sure getting my crank turned tonight. Did you see that top she was wearing? That niece of yours sure has a healthy set of tits on her." Jim smiled. "You should see her naked. I've got some pictures that will blow your mind, Patrick." "You've got to let me see them soon." They sipped at their tumblers. Jim said, "Rachel's a hot little bitch herself. Does she still love assfucking as much as ever?" Patrick nodded. "I get shit on my dick more often than pussy juice." They laughed, then Jim said, "Jane lets me cornhole her now. But I think she'd rather get her pussy stuffed." "You lucky bastard. I tell you, if she wasn't my sister..." "You'd do what?" asked Jane from behind them. She had come out to tell them that coffee was ready; the ocean had masked her approach. When Jim and Patrick whirled around to face her, she was standing with her hands on her hips, legs slightly parted in a defiant stance. The light from the house made her gauzy blouse glow, outlining the tempting body beneath. "I'd fuck your hot little ass off," Patrick sneered. "Oh, well," Jane said, sauntering over to Jim, "I guess you'll just have to settle for Rachel." She kissed her husband on the cheek. Because the tryst with his mother had given him renewed arrogance, Patrick simply sneered and started to unzip his fly. Jim watched the encounter between brother and sister with fascination. Jane hugged Jim closer and shouted at Patrick, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" An image of Patrick's huge prick flashed through her mind. He continued undiscouraged. "I just have to take a leak." He hauled his slab out and rested it on the wooden railing that surrounded the deck. Jim and Jane were both captivated by the size of Patrick's cock. Jim had never seen a dick that big, and Jane felt her knees quiver and her pussy start to drool. "You're going to pee right in front of us?" Jane asked incredulously. Patrick looked up at her. "Would you rather I pissed on you, sis?" Another zing for Jane, whose mind flashed to Lara accepting a stream of urine from the sexy Frenchman, and the second pervert on the tape. Her standard response for Patrick flew out of her mouth: "You're such a pig, Patrick." Patrick just smirked. The Calwells were transfixed, but then Jane was shocked to feel her husband pushing his hand into the small of her back, coaxing her forward. She glanced questioningly at him, but he was staring intently at Patrick's impossibly big dick. By the time Patrick's stream of urine began, Jane was standing next to her brother, with her husband prodding her even closer. Jim whispered in her ear: "Touch it. Go ahead." She found her hand slowly approaching the big tube of meat that was currently producing a yellow flow. Patrick grunted when his sister's hand closed around his squirting cock. It seemed like an eternity that the three of them stood there, while his stream abated. He finished pissing just as the blood engorged his shaft to full hardness. Because seeing his wife touching her own brother in such an intimate way turned him on, Jim found his own dick get hard. Yet he was hesitant to release it from his pants because competition was so literally stiff. Patrick's schlong put his to shame. Instead he roughly yanked up his wife's miniskirt and shoved his hand down the back of her panties. That was enough to break the spell for Jane. She tore her hand and her gaze away from her brother's cock and pressed back into Jim, savouring the feel of the hand on her butt. The first thing Stephanie noticed when she looked out the large sliding glass door was that her uncle had his hand in her aunt's panties. Then she saw more. A sharp intake of air was her first reaction when she noticed the huge fleshy pole that Patrick was displaying. Next, her pussy started to slobber. "Why don't you go out there?" Ellen Wilson said. She had approached without Stephanie noticing. "I think they might want some privacy," Stephanie croaked. "Bullshit. Look at the dick on that bastard. If you don't go out there, I will." Ellen reached to slide open the door. Stephanie braced her arm against the glass. "Wait." She took a deep breath and glanced around for her mother, who was nowhere in sight. Then she pushed open the sliding door and went out to the deck. She was able to approach the trio without them noticing her, and the first thing she heard was Patrick: "So, sis, do you think my dick would fit up your ass?" Stephanie almost squealed out. "Stop it, Patrick," Jane countered. But her husband was not as quick to discourage Patrick. "I think it would be worth a try. I've stretched out her asshole a bit in the past few weeks." He roughly grabbed her buttcheeks. Stephanie shrank back into the shadows near the house. She had lost all confidence. Jane frowned at Jim. "What are you egging him on for? He's such a degenerate." Exhaling deeply, Jane headed for the door. She swished past Stephanie without seeing her. Jim trotted after his wife. Patrick, who sipped his scotch a little more and watched the group inside the house, eventually noticed the shape in the shadows. "Hey, hey! Is that you Stephanie? How long have you been there?" He was starting to slur, but took another sip of scotch anyway. She timidly left the darkened area at the corner of the deck and went out to meet Patrick. She couldn't draw her eyes up from his fly. Patrick admired the youthful body before him. Stephanie's blouse was undone enough to see her plentiful cleavage, but the thick black belt proved that she was very slender around the waist. Her black leggings accentuated her long legs, and Patrick imagined how nicely they encased her fine young pussy and ass. When she didn't answer his original questions, he tried again. "What the fuck were you hiding back there in the dark for?" She looked up at his face for the first time. "I wasn't hiding. I... I was just looking at the ocean." Patrick hummed skeptically and tossed back the rest of his scotch. "It's a nice night. I think we should try skinny dipping a little later." She smiled, knowing exactly what was on his mind. "Don't you wish!" He put his arm around her as they walked back into the house. "Yes, Steph. I do wish." He unabashedly stared down her top while he spoke. She blushed, but felt aroused by his touch and his scrutiny. Emboldened by the alcohol, and her lack of resistance, Patrick dropped his hand down onto her buttock. Then he brushed the hand holding his drink up across her closest breast. "This is so fucking nice," he slurred. They reached the glass door and she extricated herself from his grasp and went inside. Her whole body felt flushed, and it seemed like the temperature had risen a few degrees. Patrick stood, grinning drunkenly at the threshold. From there he spotted his next victim: Ellen, who was arguing with Rachel about the effect of sun on your skin. "It is bad for you," Ellen was maintaining, her words slurring almost as much as Patrick's. "I don't let Debbie out in the sun hardly at all." "Oh, lighten up, ladies," Patrick admonished. "I think Rachel knows the risks of suntanning too much." "That's what I was trying to tell her, Patrick," Rachel pleaded, "too much is bad, but you can get a decent tan without getting cancer." Patrick sidled up behind Ellen and grasped her tits from behind. "See how white these suckers are honey?" he demonstrated to Rachel. Rachel giggled and watched Patrick's hands push up the woman's large breasts, exaggerating the cleavage in her low-cut summer dress. Ellen gasped slightly but did nothing to stop him; she had seen his prick and was interested in pursuing this a little further. Meanwhile, Stephanie had pulled her mother aside and told her about her experience alone with Patrick on the deck. She neglected to relate the events involving her aunt and uncle. "Well, dear," Jill counselled, "he has had quite a lot to drink. I don't think he meant much. And remember: you are a beautiful young thing." Stephanie blushed and mumbled, "Thanks, Mom." But she saw her mother's eyes roam over her body in much the same way that Patrick's had. She wondered what her mother was thinking. The evening came to an early end when Patrick passed out on the bed in the spare room. Without his boorish behaviour to entertain her, Ellen decided to leave, bundling a sleepy Debbie along with her. Jill and Stephanie left soon after. Rachel stayed as long as she could, hoping Patrick would wake up and escort her home, but eventually she called a cab and left. Jim and Jane looked in at the snoring man in their guest room and smiled. "He's pathetic," Jane giggled, shaking her head. "Yeah. Do you think Rachel was pissed off?" Jane shook her head. "She's used to it." "Are you going to get him ready for bed?" Jim asked quietly. She glanced crookedly at her husband. "What do you mean?" He smirked. "Take off his clothes and tuck him in. Even I'm anxious to see that big dick of his again, so don't tell me you're not." Jane sighed. "Okay. I guess he'd be more comfortable anyway." They approached the bed on either side and Jim watched her unbuckle her brother's jeans and unbutton his shirt. He helped her lift him to remove the clothes. As they bent to raise Patrick's hips, they both saw the thick tube of his cock through his white cotton underwear. Jane flashed a look up at her husband, then back to her brother's impressive display. "Go ahead, baby," Jim coaxed. "You know you want to." Jane hardly heard Jim: there was a roaring in her ears. She tugged down the briefs and gulped at the sight of her brother's stiffening member. She looked at the hand she had used earlier to hold it. That same hand was drawing nearer to the bloated prick, almost of its own accord. Then Jim surprised her when he reached out and hefted Patrick's dick into his own hand. "God it is huge," he whispered. She smiled. "You naughty little boy." Her hand closed over her husband's and they both felt the heat of Patrick's cock emanate between their fingers. Jim could scarcely believe that he had been overwhelmed by his urge to touch another man's cock. He blinked down at the strange sight, but did not loosen his grip. Then he glanced up at Jane. She was staring at the sight too. He looked at her beautiful face, and down her blouse, which fell away from her body as she leaned over the bed. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. He thought he saw a light sheen of sweat on her smooth cleavage. "Suck it," he said. "Put it in your mouth." She gulped and knew his suggestion was an excuse for doing what she'd already been thinking about. Jane put one knee up on the bed and guided Patrick's cock to her lips. She moved very slowly, fighting a battle with herself the entire way. Jim anxiously watched as his wife started to part her lips and accept her own brother's cock into her mouth for the first time. It was a huge turn on. He helped guide the big shaft, then removed his hand when her lips slid around its slightly oozing tip. When Jane was bobbing steadily with her eyes closed, Jim stripped and walked naked to the other side of the bed. He carressed Jane's upturned butt, and stroked his hands up her stockinged legs to the edge of her panties. She continued to bob. His cock was blazing and Jim eventually flipped up his wife's skirt, tugged down her silk underwear, and fucked her steaming cunt. His action made her moan, but did nothing to affect the pace of her slurping. Jim noticed that his own sensations were diminished by the amount of alcohol he had consumed. He wondered how Patrick could even maintain a hardon in his semi-comatose state. Apart from a few grunts, Patrick had not reacted to his sister's blowjob. Yet his cock stayed rigid. After almost half an hour, Jim frantically chased his orgasm to completion, filling Jane's clenching pussy with gobs of thick white spunk. Her husband's climax summoned Jane back from the stupor she had descended into. Her jaws ached and her lips and tongue were raw. She reluctantly stopped sucking. She had desperately wanted Patrick to cum, and hated leaving the task unfinished. Despite her initial misgivings, she was very aroused by the idea of giving head to her own brother. Add to that the sensation of being fucked at the same time, and Jane had spent much of the time in ecstasy. She turned and smiled numbly at Jim. "Let's go to bed, baby," he suggested, gently conducting her out of the room. Jill Porter couldn't sleep. Normally after a big dinner with red wine, she drifted off quickly. But tonight her thoughts kept her awake. She was thinking about her daughter. Stephanie had looked so much like a woman tonight at Jim's place. She had been the obvious object of the men's desires. It disturbed her a little that her brother would stare so lustfully at his own niece, but it disturbed her far more that she herself was turned on by Stephanie's appearance. There was a knock at her bedroom door and Stephanie herself walked in. "It's late, baby," Jill mumbled. "What do you want?" Stephanie was wearing a t-shirt. In the dim light, Jill glimpsed a fluff of pubic hair peeking out below the shirt's hem. Her daughter wasn't wearing panties. "Can I ask you something, Mom?" "Sure, sweetheart." Jill heaved herself up, letting the sheets fall away. She looked down and saw that her nightie had pulled to one side, exposing one plump breast. She rearranged it and patted the mattress as an invitation to Stephanie. "Do you ever think about a man doing weird things with you?" Jill frowned in puzzlement. "Weird? Like what?" "Oh, I don't know..." Stephanie thought back to her encounter with Serge. There were plenty of perversions to choose from. Jill offered a suggestion: "Like tying me up?" Her daughter nodded. "Yeah. And whipping you or something." "What made you think about this?" She stroked her daughter's hair, pushing stray blonde locks behind her ear. "Patrick." "You mean his behaviour out on the deck tonight?" "Yeah, I mean he really was arrogant... or at least pushy. But I felt like I would have done whatever he said." Jill smiled. "I know how that can be. Your father was like that. I would have done anything for him." "Did Daddy ever tie you up and whip you?" Jill nodded and blushed. "I had a few welts once in a while. But he was into other things." "Like what?" Stephanie moved fully onto the bed, her legs coming up and crossing. Jill couldn't help but drop her eyes to the bare pussy in front of her. She raised her gaze and tried to decide what to tell Stephanie about her father. She decided to tell the whole truth. After all, her daughter was a grown woman. "Well, he liked doing things that people usually do by themselves... in the washroom." Stephanie smiled. Could her father have been into golden showers like Serge? She tested her mother, trying to see if they were talking about the same thing. "Some men like peeing on women. Did Daddy ever do that?" Jill blushed to an even darker shade, but nodded. "I let him do that when we were in the shower. He thought it was fun. I didn't mind because I was washing it off right away." Stephanie pouted, surprising Jill. "You mean you didn't let him do it whenever he wanted?" Jill laughed. "No, of course not. He wanted to do it when we went camping once. In a field while we were hiking." "And you didn't let him?" she asked incredulously. "What? How would I have washed up?" Jill was almost as incredulous at what her daughter was suggesting. Daughter playfully batted mother's shoulder. "Who cares... if he wanted to... Or, didn't you like the smell of Daddy's pee?" Jill frowned. "It's not that... I guess... well, it's just not a normal thing to do... I didn't want to feel like some kind of weirdo." "Well, Mom... I don't think it's that weird." Jill sniffled a little laugh, but then realized her daughter was serious. She was sitting there with her legs spread, admitting that she thought golden showers were okay. And it was turning Jill on. "You've grown up a little too quickly," Jill said, pointing a finger at Stephanie. "I know I didn't even think about such things when I was your age." Stephanie shrugged. "Yeah... but it sounds like you were kind of a prude until you met Daddy." Stephanie's face hinted that Jill should try to prove her wrong. Jill nodded reluctantly. "I suppose." She lowered her face, almost as if she was ashamed by her lack of adventure. "Mom," Stephanie said softly, raising her mother's chin with her fingers, "have you ever let a man... have you ever had a guy back there... you know... in your ass?" Jill nodded again. "That was one of the first things your father taught me." Suddenly Stephanie scrambled onto her knees and swivelled around on the bed. She flipped up her T-shirt and pulled apart her asscheeks in front of her mother. Jill exclaimed, "What are you doing?" But she found herself staring at the lascivious display of female privates. "Tell me if you think a man could fit in there," Stephanie said, pointing with one manicured finger to her puckered anal ring. Jill stayed quiet for a moment. She was trying to subdue the lustful urges she felt at being presented with such a sight. She finallyþat least temporarilyþconvinced herself about the evil of being sexually attracted to your own daughter. "Turn around and sit down. You're being disgusting." "Oh come on, Mom," Stephanie said, pulling her asscheeks even further apart and leaning towards her mother. "You've seen me like this before, plenty of times, when I was a little girl." "Well now you're not a little girl. And besides, I can't tell you anything about how your butt would accommodate a man by just looking at it." Stephanie looked back over her shoulder. "Then test it. Please?" She beseeched her mother with a forlorn, doe-eyed look. Jill's cunt was flowing generously now. She felt the dampness against her on the bed. She couldn't believe the effect her daughter's bizarre and unforseen actions were having. After a long moment of simply gazing at Stephanie's pussy and anus, Jill raised her hand and hesitantly stroked one smooth ass globe. "Put your finger in and see how stretchy it is." Jill licked her index finger and slid it slowly into Stephanie's ass. She was in a dream state. Unaware of what she'd even done until she saw Stephanie's anus clenching around her middle knuckle. "So, Mom, is it too tight for a guy?" Based on Stephanie's question, this was not a sexual experience, but simply an examination. That made Jill feel better. She didn't have any reason to believe that this was a seduction or an act of perversion. It was more like a proctological exam. And as Stephanie's mother, Jill was as entitled to perform it as any doctor. "Yes dear, it seems a little too tight. Besides, you should really wait a few years before you start experimenting with anal sex... you haven't even had straight sex yet right?" "Nope." She pulled away from her mother's probing finger and turned around again. She sat on the bed. It was her turn to feel ashamed for her lack of adventure. Jill laughed, "Hey... it is nothing to feel bad about. You're a beautiful young woman. You'll meet the right man and have your first sexual experience very soon." "You mean my first fuck. I've had `sexual experiences'... like, I've given head before, you know." Jill gulped and tried not to get angry that Stephanie had not told her. "Yes... your first real... fuck." She smiled at the way it felt to use such profanity with her daughter. Stephanie smiled too; she had never heard her mother say that word before. "Say that again." Jill batted her daughter's arm. "Don't be silly." "Say `fuck' again, Mom. It sounded so cute to hear you say it." "Fuck." Stephanie giggled. "You should say that more often." Jill hugged her daughter. "Hell, I should do it more often!" Then she held her daughter's face and looked seriously into her eyes. "So, who was the lucky boy that you gave head to?" "Some guy at school, Mom. It's no big deal. A cock's a cock, right Mom?" She giggled. Jill frowned but eventually broke into giggles too. They laughed together for a while and finally Stephanie crept back to her own room. Jim and Jane were fucking on the living room floor when the nearest telephone started ringing. Over Jane's protests, Jim answered it, his cock slipping unceremoniously out of his wife's over-juiced pussy. "Yeah," he huffed. "Jim Calwell? Jake Hanson here." "Uh huh." "Those pictures of your niece came out real nice. I'd like to set up something else." Jane got up and went into the kitchen. Jim noticed that her naked ass was red from the friction against the carpet. "Sure. But I think Stephanie would like to make some money this time." There was silence on the other end of the line. Finally Jake replied with a noncommittal: "Sure." As soon as Jim hung up, he dialed his sister's place. Jill answered groggily and Jim realized it was close to midnight. "Oh, hi sis, sorry for calling so late, but I just got a great offer for Stephanie from that photographer, Jake Hanson." She mumbled recognition. Jane came back in and realized Jim was talking to his sister. She thought wickedly about how he had coaxed her to talk dirty to Patrick. Turnabout is fair play, she thought, and she also recalled the times she'd seen Jill gazing strangely at Jim. Perhaps Jill was as horny for her brother as Patrick was for Jane. She whispered to her husband: "Ask her what she's wearing." Then Jane slid her head down into Jim's lap and slipped his cock into her mouth. "Yeah, he even offered her money this time," Jim explained. He was thinking about what Jane was doing. It was obvious she wanted to get him back for all his encouragement regarding Patrick. Well, then, she was in for a show. He knew Jill wouldn't mind... she might even respond favourably. "And sis, what are you wearing right now?" "What? Don't be silly, Jim. I'm in bed... and I was asleep until you called." "So? What are you wearing?" She sighed in exasperation, completely mystified by the question. "My nightie. Why?" "Jill, Jane's got her head in my lap... do you know what she's doing?" "Oh, Jim... you're such a bastard. You're purposely trying to get me horny and you know I don't have any men around to help me out." Jill twisted the sheet on her bed into a knot while she clenched the phone with her other hand. "Yeah... Jane's a good little cocksucker, that's for sure... Do you give good head, sis?" Jill gulped; her brother could be truly cruel sometimes. "Yeah... if I ever get the chance." Jim laughed and looked down at his wife's bobbing head. "Only a total slut could let a guy put his cock in her mouth. It's such a filthy thing to do. Don't you think, Jill?" Jane winked up in approval at Jim's sexual taunting of his sister. Jill placed her hand between her legs, pressing her index finger into the moist crevice of her pussy. Jim's words were really heating her up. "I guess only a slut would do that. So Jane and I are sluts are we?" "You bet. Would you ever suck off a complete stranger?" "Well..." Jill muttered, "I have." Jim sniffed, "Really?" "Goddamn it Jack... hold on." Jill put down the phone and reached into her bedside table to get the dildo she kept hidden in there. It was thick, black, sculpted with veins, and about ten inches long. She had bought it about three weeks after her husband had died. She had needed it because she missed his big cock. But now she needed it because her own brother was turning her on so much. The dildo seemed to emanate a new forbidden power. "What are you doing, Jill?" "Nothing... why did you call?" She pressed the bulbous plastic head slowly into her cunt. "Well, I wanted to get your reaction about little Stephanie becoming a big star." "I think it's great. She really seemed to have a talent for playing up to the camera when you were taking the pictures. Of course, she might just have a crush on her Uncle Jim." "What are you doing, Jill?" Jim noticed a tremble in his sister's voice that was unrelated to what she was saying. He was having a little difficulty controlling his own voice as Jane's tongue whipped frantically around his sensitive shaft and balls. "Nothing... uhhnnngh." Her deep plunge with the dildo was poorly timed; it forced her to react with a moan. "Are you playing with yourself, Jill?" "No... not really." Jim flashed to a picture of Jill having a lover there with her. But he knew that was unlikely. "You've got company?" "Sure, Jim. Big, black, and hard. It's fantastic." He knew that his sister was being cryptic, but he quickly guessed what she was talking about. "You still have that dildo I found in your bedside table?" Jim was tugging at Jane's hair as he humped into her mouth. Jill meakly said, "Yes. I couldn't throw it out even though I was supremely embarrassed when you found it." She tickled her clit with one finger and pushed herself over the edge. Then Jim started cumming into Jane's eagerly gulping mouth. The simultaneous orgasms provided a few moments of puffing quiet on both ends of the line. Finally Jim said. "Sis, you know you can get off however you want. I'd never bug you about it. But I know about twenty guys who'd be happy to fuck your brains out whenever you wanted." "Mmmm," she answered in post-orgasmic glow, "all at once?" They laughed and hung up. Jim loved his sister more than ever. Evelyn Brighton met her son's girlfriend Rachel at the local mall. They had made a date to do some shopping and take in a movie. Rachel was wearing a pair of spray-on faded jeans and a loose V-necked sweater. Because she was braless, her perky nipples made quite an impression in the fabric, and on her many admirers in the mall. Evelyn greeted Rachel with a smile, but she couldn't prevent her eyes from wandering across the Spanish beauty's chest. "You look fabulous, Rachel." "Thanks." They walked aimlessly for a little while, each looking into the various stores, but neither feeling comfortable with the other yet. Evelyn was thinking about the dirty pictures she had seen of Rachel, and Rachel was wondering why her boyfriend's mother called her up to go shopping. There must be an ulterior motive. Evelyn caught sight of their reflection as they walked past a mirrored storefront. She felt positively dowdy beside the younger, more provocative woman. If she had been thinking objectively, though, she would have seen that her own fiftyish body was incredible. Her simple cotton dress neither accentuated, nor detracted from her natural beauty. Rachel also noticed the reflection, and immediately regretted not wearing a bra. Her nipples had taken on a life of their own. The sweater had stimulated them to full hardness and the result was so noticeable, she felt like she was naked. "Uh, Mrs. Brighton... er Evelyn, can we go in to the department store for a sec... I think I'd better buy a bra." Evelyn laughed. "Are your nipples getting chaffed? Those tits of yours have been bouncing around as if they're trying to break free." Rachel giggled. "That's about right. Anyway I want to get a bra." Evelyn stopped and put her hand on Rachel's arm. "I think they look good. Are they really chaffed?" Rachel shrugged. "Come with me." Evelyn led a bewildered Rachel into the Women's washroom. She pushed her into a stall and closed the door. "Now pull up your sweater." Rachel reluctantly did as she was told. She watched as Patrick's mother used a tube of Chapstick to draw slow circles around and over her tender nipples. "There. Is that better?" "Yeah, I guess. Thanks... I never would have thought of that." Evelyn cupped Rachel's left tit and jiggled it gently. "They really are nice breasts. You're a lucky girl." "Thank you, Mrs. Brighton." Rachel pulled her sweater back down and frowned at the older woman. What was she trying to do? As they walked back out to the mall, Evelyn continued talking. "You know, Patrick really thinks the world of you. I know it has something to do with your fabulous body, but I think he really loves your personality too. You're a sensual and passionate woman, aren't you?" "I... I guess." What was she talking about? "Rachel," Evelyn whispered as she pulled the younger woman off to the side, away from the other shoppers, "I wanted to tell you that I saw the pictures in your photo album. The dirty pictures." Rachel's eyebrows jumped. "Really?" Her voice trembled. "Patrick showed them to me. They really are quite sexy. As long as you don't mind semen being splashed everywhere." Evelyn giggled. Rachel did not expect this reaction. She looked up and down the mall's concourse, eluding Evelyn's gaze. "Did you see all the albums?" Rachel doubted that Patrick would show his mother the really filthy shots of Rachel jerking off the German Shepherd, or Rachel getting pissed on by two little boys in Spain. But she didn't know why Patrick would have showed his mother any of the shots. "There are more?" Evelyn seemed surprised. "Yeah... plenty. We've done some pretty crazy photo shoots. Patrick likes it when we try to go beyond the average dirty picture." Rachel still hadn't looked at Evelyn. "Cunt," Jim grunted as he pumped into Jane's incredible pussy. She stroked her husband's back, moving her hips to best accomodate his wonderful cock. "I am your very own cunt, aren't I baby?" They had been fucking on and off for four hours, ever since Jim had talked to Jill on the phone. Amazingly, Jim had held off his own orgasm and given his wife several. "Yeah," Jim huffed, trying to continue to stave off his orgasm, "slutty, hot little cunt." She smiled at him. "Am I as sexy as your little girl lover, baby?" He frowned in puzzlement for a moment. "Have you forgotten little Debbie already, dear?" He laughed. "Oh that little slut." "I doubt she's much of a slut... she's only seven." "She pissed on me... I think she knew what she was doing." Jane shook her head, still grinning. "You had your finger up the poor kid's ass. She probably lost control of her bladder." They laughed together. Then Jim turned serious again. "But I actually liked it... would you ever piss on me, baby?" Jane thought back once again to the incredible moments in her office with Mr. Laroque and Lara. "I dunno... would you ever piss on me?" she whispered back. Jim gulped and stopped fucking her altogether. Was she joking, or maybe just playing a game? He decided to play too. "Maybe I'd let a dog piss on you, bitch." She giggled. "Oh yeah? Well, maybe I'd get Stephanie's horse to piss on you." He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe I'd like that." "I know you would, you pervert." Then she mishcievously added: "Because you like seeing really big cocks in action don't you?" --====================987654321_0==_ Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |