Message-ID: <8110eli$9802041403@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Crystal Camry" Subject: UF: HeatingVentilationAC Inc. Part 1 (no snuff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980204034623.10621.qmail@hotmail.com> IF YOU ARE UNDER 21 DELETE THIS NOW. This is another in the series of Unfinished (UF) stories. Comments appreciated, flames deleted. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com Tessa Hughes was a sixteen year-old beauty. Her long blonde hair was cut straight and rarely styled, yet she managed to project a sensuous and earthy sexuality without trying. Her body contributed to her appeal. High firm breasts were her strong point, but her long, flawless legs and tight ass were also a pleasing sight. Tessa's family lived in a small house by the river and Tessa was a sophomore at Lincoln High. Tessa shared a room with her younger brother because the house only had two bedrooms. As the siblings had grown older, this arrangement became more and more difficult for Tessa to deal with. As her body started to mature, she would be very careful about not letting Jimmy see her naked. Jimmy, too, was quite cautious. On the other hand, the two would try to get glimpses of each other as often as possible. Tessa was fascinated to know that her twelve year-old brother was going through puberty. She waited for any chance to monitor the progress of his maturing genital region, covering over as it was with hair. Early one Saturday morning, however, Tessa woke up and assumed that her brother was still asleep. Her father was in the shower, so she couldn't dress in the bathroom. "Since Jimmy's asleep, what harm could there be in changing here?" she thought. She quietly pulled her long nightgown over her head and stood in front of the mirror, trying to decide what to wear. She admired her breasts, smoothing her hands over them and rolling her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. At that moment, Jimmy awoke, but seeing his sister like this made him decide to pretend he was still asleep. Tessa bent to pull off her tiny silk panties. As she did, she noticed her smooth, tight buttcheeks. Feeling a little naughty, she glanced to make sure her brother was still asleep then bent again and pulled her asscheeks apart. She smiled in the mirror at her cute little crinkled asshole. She ran a finger between the lips of her pussy and positioned the pouting petals of flesh in perfect symmetry around the hole to her cunt. Then she licked her middle finger and pressed at the opening to her shitter. The finger slid easily in, and Tessa stifled a moan of pleasure. She had heard about women who enjoyed anal sex and she couldn't wait to try it. Of course, she'd probably have to try straight sex first, considering the fact that she was still a virgin. Jimmy was watching all this with intense interest. He felt his penis throbbing to stiff attention. He didn't dare move in case Tessa discovered that he was not asleep, yet he was lying on his back and the tent that his erection was causing in the sheet was quite comical. He hoped his sister wouldn't notice. Tessa was a little too involved in poking her finger into her shithole to worry about Jimmy. She was fascinated by the sight of her finger disappearing into the depths of her bowels. Jimmy was fascinated too. Eventually Tessa withdrew her smelly finger and got dressed, ending the lewd display that the siblings had enjoyed so much. As soon as Tessa left the room, Jimmy stroked his pulsing cock into an explosive and messy orgasm, spurting what seemed like gallons of semen into the sheets of his bed. He knew his mother would think he had had a wet dream. Jimmy remembered the first time his mother had found a puddle of cum in his bed. Jimmy had been so embarrassed about having the wet dream that he had run away and neglected to clean it up. Mrs. Hughes later giggled and assured Jimmy that it was perfectly normal. Jimmy had never had a wet dream sinceþbut his mother checked his bed frequently and often found puddles in his bed. That was because Jimmy jerked off now instead. Mr. Hughes stepped out of the shower and into the bedroom that he shared with his wife of seventeen years. Jack Hughes was a minor executive at the public utilities commission. He had very little ambition and would likely never rise above that position. Still, his job kept his family clothed and fed, and he was happy with his life. He had a sexy young wife and two great kids. Susan Hughes was at her make-up counter and turned in her chair when Jack came in from the shower. "So, my clean handsome man, how would you like to come over here for a Saturday morning blowjob?" Susan put a wicked whisper in her voice, and parted her robe to expose the full naked form underneath. Jack dropped his towel and walked towards Susan. How could he resist an offer like that? He grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her face towards his groin. They often played this game, Jack being well-versed in playing the dominant role. "You want to suck my cock, you filthy little slut?" Jack put a sneer in his voice. Susan caught on immediatelyþshe knew this game too. "Yes please, sir, can I suck your cock?" Jack yanked her hair a little harder. "You better make it good, you cunt. Slurp out a big fresh load of cum for me." "Yes, sir. Are you going to spank me if I don't do a good job?" "Only if you're lucky, cunt. Now shut the fuck up and suck." He forced her mouth onto his growing hard-on. Susan slurped hungrily at her husband's cock. She loved the warm feeling in her mouth. In college she had been nicknamed the `BJ Queen' by her group of friends because she always talked about sucking cock. Susan remembered the one time in college, at one of the many drunken parties, when she took two guys into the washroom and sucked the both off, one after the other. The feeling of a man's cock expanding and pulsing in her mouth made her feel even better than a good fuck. She especially loved the point of orgasm, and the taste of cum. Yet she still hadn't decided if she liked slurping the spunk right out or watching it fly through the air first. Susan lazily sucked at her husband's big tool, spit drooling out of the corners of her mouth. Occasionally, when he released the grip on her hair, she would pull off and lick up and down the shaft. She anxiously awaited the imminent orgasm. Jack loved fucking his wife's face. He was being quite rough with her, but she was used to that, and she never complained. The occasional gagging sound was the only indication that she wasn't thoroughly enjoying herself. Jack felt himself ready to cum. At this point he usually eased off and let his wife do what ever she wanted. He knew that she would sometimes just keep sucking and swallow every drop of goo. Other times she would keep pumping with her hand and watch it fly. She would aim it at her tits or somewhere near her mouth, usually ending up with her face coated in jism. This time, however, Jack didn't give her a choice, he brutally stuffed his rumbling cock into her mouth and felt himself unload. Susan choked and spluttered as her throat flooded with boiling semen. Her eyes bulged and she fought for breath. Finally Jack's softening cock was pulled from her mouth and she gasped for air. She slapped Jack hard on the side of the leg, looking up at him from her sitting position. "You fucking bastard! You almost killed me!" Jack glared back at her and said simply, "You loved it." "Don't ever do that again, you bastard." "Eat shit, you little slut. I'll do whatever I want." Jack was being really horrible now, still playing his domination game. Susan, forgetting how bad she had felt a few seconds ago, went back into her role. "I'm sorry, honey. You can do whatever you want because I'm just a no-good whore." "Fucking right you are. A shit-sucking bitch who gives the best head in the world." "I bet that little bitch at the office doesn't give better head, eh honey?" Susan knew about her husband's indiscretions. "Not even close. But she lets me fuck her up the ass." Jack knew his wife was scared of anal sex, but every few months he would try to convince her to try it. This was his latest tactic. "Well keep giving it to her because you're not going anywhere near my asshole with that thing." Susan stood and wrapped her robe around her. "When was the last time you fucked her up the ass anyway? I don't want to be sucking her shit off your cock when I give you head." "Why not?" Jack laughed. "I cum in her mouth after I've been up her ass. She loves it." "Yeah, I guess it wouldn't be any worse that the time I found out I'd sucked off that bi-sexual guy. His dick had been up a few butts in his time I'll bet." Susan laughed about her sexual past. Jack dressed and went down to start making breakfast. He really had a great wife. He knew some day she'd let him fuck her up the ass. Susan threw on a pair of panties and one of her husband's shirts. This was her favourite lounging attire. Her thirty-five year-old body was still firm and ripe. She exercised to keep it that way. The shirt covered the essentials and made her feel sexy at the same time. Her tits were firm enough that she could afford to go unencumbered by a bra occasionally. She went into Jimmy and Tessa's room to straighten things out and was surprised to find Jimmy still in bed. He was usually an early riser. "What's up, young man? Don't you have things to do today? Get up right now. You can help me clean up a bit." Susan put her hands on her hip in an authoritative manner. Jimmy didn't move. He had pulled off his pajama bottoms to accomplish his act of masturbation and had never pulled them back up. He didn't know how to replace them. Worse, his cock had recovered and was now stiffening slightly as he couldn't shake the sight of his sister's antics out of his mind. His mother accomplished what Jimmy couldn't by yanking off the sheet. She gasped slightly when she saw Jimmy's glistening penis lengthening before her eyes. Jimmy covered himself the best he could, but it was too late. His mother had seen it already. "I'm sorry, Mom." Jimmy couldn't think of anything else to say. "What are you apologizing for, sweetheart? There's nothing wrong with a healthy boy having a little bit of juice come out of his wiener every once in a while. It builds up and you have to get it out. Don't be ashamed." Susan was well aware of Jimmy's ability to produce copious amounts of semen. "I'm sorry." "There you go again. Now, what made you feel like rubbing your wiener, Jimmy? Do you have some dirty magazines under your bed?" Susan was curious how her son got so worked up. "Tessa did it." "What?" Susan was a little shocked. "She undressed in here because she thought I was asleep and she played with herself in front of the mirror." "What did she do?" Susan sat on the edge of her son's bed. He still hadn't pulled up his pajama bottoms, and retelling the story was now making him hard again. "She put her finger up her bum. And she rubbed herself between the legs." Jimmy's voice shook with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Susan smiled. "Okay, Jimmy. Now I want you to do me a favour. Next time you wake up before Tessa, I want you to get her back by doing the same thing to her. She should know better, but I'm not really sure what she was up to. You're both very good- looking children, and I can imagine that you like looking at each other and yourselves in the mirror." Now Jimmy smiled. He thought about playing with himself in front of the mirror while his sister looked on. It was a fascinating idea. He even let down his guard with his mother a little and pulled his hands away from his groin so he could hug her. "Thanks, Mom. I thought I was being a pervert or something." "Don't be silly, honey. You're just a healthy, horny little boy. By the way," she said, looking down, "you have a beautiful piece of equipment there. You're going to make some girl very happy some day." Jimmy blushed and covered himself again. "You're my mother. You can't say stuff like that." "Why not? Do you think that just because I'm your mother that I can't tell that you've got a great toy to play with there? I sort of wish I wasn't your mother because I'd like to play with it myself." Susan knew she was embarrassing her son, but she hadn't noticed him growing up so quickly and she was impressed. "Why don't you Mom?" Jimmy's voice was strangely soft and hesitant, yet he longed for a girl to touch him there. Now that his mother had said those things, maybe she would do it. "Don't be silly. I'm your mother, not your girlfriend." But there was a gleam in Susan's eye. She knew how wicked incest was and that was why there was an attraction in it for her. Jimmy sat quietly. He knew he had made a mistake asking his mother to touch his cock, yet he still hoped she would change her mind. "I'll tell you what," Susan started, and Jimmy eyes lit up. "I'll watch you play with it, if you want. That way you'll have plenty of practice for when you get Tessa back." "Okay, Mom." Jimmy was smiling. "Can you show me... can you let me see your... I mean can I do it while you..." Jimmy was obviously tongue-tied. "What are you trying to say Jimmy? Do you want to see your mother nude? Would that help you get some more juice out of that thing?" Susan starting unbuttoning the shirt. "You know that only Daddy gets to see me naked. Are you going to be my little secret lover, Jimmy? Are you going to do all the things that Daddy does to me?" Susan was truly enjoying the seduction of her son. Jimmy was sweating. His hand moved slowly up and down his prick. He was obviously very excited. "Jimmy?" Susan said as she finished unbuttoning the shirt. "Do you want me to show you my boobs? When you were a baby you sucked milk out of my boobies. Do you want to suck on them again? Did you know that when you were a baby and you sucked on them, my peehole would buzz and get wet because I was so excited. Daddy would sometimes have sex with me while you sucked. It was like having two men at once." Susan was stroking her breasts and staring at her son's pumping fist. Jimmy was transfixed by the sight of his mother's breasts. "My little baby is getting to be a big man now," Susan went on. "I bet you could use that big hard wiener to have sex with me if you wanted. Just like Daddy. Could you, Jimmy?" "Yes, Mommy." He hadn't called her "Mommy" in years. "My baby's big wiener going in and out. Does that sound good, Jimmy? Do you want to fuck your mother?" She deliberately emphasized the word "fuck" and it was the first time Jimmy had heard her use it. "Yes, Mommy. Let me do it." "Do what Jimmy? Say the dirty word." "Fuck. I want to fuck you." With that, Jimmy felt the bubbling of his orgasm begin. "I'm going to squirt now, Mommy." Without thinking, Susan dove face-first into her son's crotch. It was a natural reaction to want that sweet load of cum in her mouth. Jimmy, although shocked, could not stop the orgasm. He erupted into his mother's waiting mouth, grunting and puffing as he did. Jack was in the office on Monday. He was going over a budget report when a girl walked into his office that he'd never seen before. "May I help you?" Jack said automatically. In the following seconds, however, Jack sized up the girl. He liked what he saw. She was in her late teens, tall and slim with a very athletic looking body. She was wearing a gauzy white blouse that showed a lacy camisole underneath. Her skirt was black and short and she wore dark stockings and high heels. But Jack fixed his gaze on the girl's breasts. They were perfect. About the size of large grapefruits, they sat high and firm on her chest. Through the camisole and the thin blouse, Jack saw the hint of large dark nipples. The rest of her skin was quite dark and flawless þ she could have been Greek or Portuguese. To sum it up, Jack thought, she was gorgeous. "Yes. I'm Commissioner Purto's new assistant. He sent me down to see if you have that report done yet." The girl was looking around at Jack's office paraphernalia. "What did you say your name was?" The girl had a cool aloofness that Jack didn't like. "I'm Julia Dupez. Do you have the report?" "No, I'm afraid it isn't finished yet. Roger knows I'll have it for him by the end of the day." Jack felt a little uncomfortable knowing that this girl could be Commissioner Roger Purto's new right arm or just an aloof little bitch who thought she could put pressure on Roger's underlings. "I think the commissioner will be disappointed..." she said sternly. Jack grit his teeth. She was really pushing it now, but he knew he had to keep his cool. "I will give him a preliminary copy in one hour. I'll take it up to him myself." "That's okay Mr. Hughes þ I can come down and get it when it's ready." This was the first spark of humanity that Jack had glimpsed. "That's sweet of you. I'll mention to Roger that he seems to have hired a very capable assistant this time," Jack smiled. He knew he was kissing up to her, but it couldn't hurt. Julia smiled wide for the first time and said, "Thank you Mr. Hughes. That would be really nice. I'll have to think of a way to thank you." Jack smirked. He knew a few smart comebacks to that kind of line, but he chose one of the more subtle ones: "If I wasn't a married man I'd give you a few suggestions." Julia blushed at that. "Mr. Hughes! I'm surprised at that. For an older guy, you sure seem to have a lot of energy." Older guy, Jack thought, doesn't that take the cake. He was only 35, but since Julia was only about 19, it wasn't that surprising a statement. "I think I could show you a thing or two." With mock horror, Julia put her hand up to her cheek. "Why Mr. Hughes! What would your wife say?" She giggled, and Jack watched closely as her beautiful tits jiggled under her blouse. "She'd probably be thankful for the time off." Julia stepped closer to Jack. For the first time he noticed that her nipples had erected little tents in the material of her blouse. He also smelled her perfume. "You know, Mr. Hughes, if you keep talking like this I'm going to have to tell Mr. Purto." "Nipples don't lie, you little bitch. You're turned on by the idea of bending over this desk and letting me throw some cock into you." Jack felt confident that she would either be too shocked to respond or actually go for it. Either way, she wouldn't tell anyone outside the office what he had said. Julia's eyes narrowed and she defiantly put her hands on her hips. "You disgusting old pervert. I won't let you touch me if you were the last man on earth." She was turning even redder. Was that anger or embarrassment and excitement? "I'm sorry, Miss Dupez. I guess I misread the signals. You're a beautiful young girl, and I got carried away." Jack smoothed over his outburst as best he could. "Beautiful, hmm? You give up too easy, Mr. Hughes." She took another step towards him. "Doesn't your wife sometimes play hard to get? It's what women do so they don't look like tramps." Julia smiled and touched the collar of Jack's shirt. Jack was a little baffled. Was this gorgeous young thing actually coming on to him now? "But you really are tramps, right?" "The worst kind of tramps. I can't help myself when a guy talks to me like you just did. I like it when a man takes charge." Jack swallowed hard. He felt himself starting to sweat. "So if I told you to hike up your skirt and bend over the desk, you'd do it?" "Maybe... like I said before, what would your wife say?" "Forget my fucking wife. If I told you to spread it out for me on the desk, would you do it?" Jack placed a hand tentatively on her hipþhe still wasn't sure if she would run out of his office screaming. "What would you do if I did?" "Everything I could get away with." Julia smiled and leaned toward him. The smell of her perfume was exciting, and when she spoke, her breath was like a angel's kiss. "Would you fuck me hard?" Jack gulped. "So hard it would hurt, you little fucking slut. I think I'd shove my cock up your ass, too" "Ow! Would you want to hurt me Mr. Hughes? Would you punish my little asshole because I was a bad little girl?" Julia's spoiled baby imitation made Jack's cock throb against the fly of his trousers. "Miss Dupez, I think it's time you stopped talking and started putting your pussy on the table." Jack boldly grabbed her right breast and ran his thumb over the nipple. She shivered and grabbed his neck. "Okay, Mr. Hughes. I don't give a fuck what Mr. Purto thinks. My slit is so juicy, I'll leave a stain if I go back to my desk." Jack unzipped his fly and fished out his cock. Julia looked down at the fleshy post and smiled. Jack put a little downward pressure on her shoulder, indicating that he wanted her on her knees. "Put it in your mouth. Suck on my cock." Julia slowly dropped to her knees, sliding down his front and wrapping her slender fingers around his prick. Within a moment he could feel his breath on his shaft. It pulsed involuntary with the sensation. She knelt with his piss slit gaping just inches from her nose, slowly caressing his balls with her fingers. Jack felt a little weak, but steeled himself in anticipation of the impending blowjob. "Go ahead, Miss Dupez. Don't be shy." "What if your wife finds out. And the girl who works in the office next door must know what's going on." "Shut up. Nothing bad will come of it. Suck the fucking thing. It needs to be licked clean before I slide it up your ass." Julia smiled and poked him in the thigh. "You are a pig. What am I going to be licking off anyway? Did you have sex with your wife this morning?" "Yeah, but she sucked me off too, so the worst you'll get in your mouth is some dried spit. Hurry up." Julia shook her head, and Jack thought she would refuse, but it was just a sign of resignation as she gobbled his cock whole. Jack groaned, moving his hips back and forth. His cock slid in and out of her mouth. Julia fiddled with his balls and bobbed her head up and down. Although it was thrilling to have a beautiful young face framing his tool, he could tell she was inexperienced. That is, she was less experienced that his wife, Susan. "You haven't sucked that much cock, have you?" "What's the matter? Am I doing it wrong?" Julia looked positively scared that she had displeased him. "Forget it... you'll learn soon enough. I don't have time to teach you now. Get up and bend over the desk." As she rose, looking rather downcast, a thought struck him. "Have you ever had a cock up your ass Julia?" "Well, not exactly. But I've had four fingers up there before." She seemed embarrassed to be revealing such personal information; she was quite an enigma. "Whose fingers were they?" "My own þ no one else has ever shown that much interest in my asshole. I guess they're afraid of... getting messy." "There's nothing wrong with a little shit, Julia. By the way, when was the last time you took a dump?" She hesitated. Was she having second thoughts about this depraved behaviour? Or was she just trying to remember her last crap? It seemed the latter was true, because she cocked her head to one side and placed a finger in the crook of her mouth (the classic dumb blonde gesture). "I think it was yesterday. Why?" Jack pulled her close and French-kissed her before responding. "I might not be able to fit my cock up there if the space is already occupied." He tugged at his prick. He felt strange carrying on such a lengthy conversation in his office with his cock exposed in front of a great looking woman like Julia. "Maybe we should wait... I mean I really want you to do it to me, but I guess I should... you know... empty myself first." Julia reached down and patted the head of his slowly withering erection. "Anytime. Maybe you'd like to come by my place next Friday. My wife and I are throwing a party. I'm sure we could steal away for a few moments... long enough for me to teach you the joys of anal sex." Julia pressed her hand into the crotch of her skirt. "Are you crazy? It sounds like such a hot idea, but your wife would find out for sure!" Jack laughed and started tucking his cock back in his pants. "Don't worry about it... Maybe she'll want to join us." Julia looked perplexed, but her nipples were harder than ever, and she backed slowly out of Jack's office with a silly looking grin on her face. Because he felt frustrated after his encounter with Julia, he immediately called up an old lover from university. Caroline Conway answered on the first ring; sometimes Jack thought she honestly waited by the phone for his calls. "Hi Princess! Guess who?" "Jack, you little bastard. Why haven't you called for so long? Is that bitch Susan keeping you tied down? That would be such a shame for all us lonely ladies." Caroline's husky voice soon had Jack's cock hard again. "I really need to let off some steam. Could you drive by my office after work and help me blow a load or two?" "You know I'd love to Jack, but my son's got to be picked up at school at 4:30." "Bring him along, Caroline. I bet he'd love to see his old mom in action." Jack smirked at the thought of corrupting the boy, who, according to his quick calculations, would be 13 by now. "That's an interesting idea, honey, but I think I'll try a little harder to keep Ricky pure. I could meet you somewhere. I'll spring for a hotel room." "Wow... if you're paying, you must be a horny as I am." "I just need that little extra abuse that you always seem ready to provide. I've been very naughty this week and I think I need to be punished." Jack remembered his last session with Caroline. He had slapped her across the ass so hard she was bruised for a week. But she had called him three times in the same week for an encore performance. He guessed she was a bit of a masochist, and didn't know how he felt about that. All he knew was that, although a rather large woman (a polite man would call it voluptuous), she gave fantastic head and loved it up the ass. Susan didn't get much housework done on Monday. What kept tumbling through her mind was the depravity of incest. She had seduced her twelve-year-old son. She had sucked him off like a whore. She had suggested that he could be her "secret lover." What was wrong with her? Was she sick? Or was it normal to have such lusty feelings for your offspring? Maybe everyone had the same feelings but did a better job of controlling them. Two days had passed, but she still could swear she tasted Jimmy's cum. Maybe that was what fuelled her guilt and shame. For his part, Jimmy had seemed delighted at the "treat" his mother had given him, and merrily ran off to play baseball with his friends. Then he slept over at a friend's house and went to school this morning as if nothing had happened. He was probably telling everyone right now what a slut his mother was, asking them if they'd like to come over and try her out. Despite all of these guilty feelings, Susan found herself lying on the couch with her panties around her ankles, stuffing her fingers into her cunt. She masturbated with a frenzy that surprised her. Her hips began bucking and she failed to stifle the moans that welled up from deep within her. With one hand diddling her clit and the other providing four-finger penetration, Susan thought she'd go out of her mind with pleasure. Her pussy was steaming, frothing over with lust juices. She felt the wetness trickling down into the crack of her ass, leaving a scalding hot trail. Finally, as she bucked even more frantically, she sensed the orgasm she craved, rumbling on like a runaway locomotive. It hit her hard, harder than she expected, and she squealed in ecstasy. Later (she didn't know how much later) she found herself sobbing on the couch, her fingers still clutched into her overheated slit. It had been a very intense orgasm, unusual for one that was self-induced. Susan shook her head, pulled her hand away from her cunt, and licked off her fingers. She pulled her panties back on and went into the kitchen to start Tessa and Jimmy's dinner. Maybe Jack would be home, but she doubted it. Susan got some potatoes out of the pantry and put them in the sink. She suddenly felt very weak and her head started swimming. She leaned over the sink, her blonde hair mingling with the dirty potatoes. This encounter with her son had affected her more than she had first thought. A wave of nausea shook her, and she thought she might lose control of her bowels. She splashed cold water on her face. That helped, but she certainly didn't feel like making dinner. She went into the guest bathroom and stripped. Standing naked in front of the mirror, she faked a smiled at herself. Yes, you little fucking slut, you've really done it this time, she thought. You've gone and fouled up everything. You're a lousy wife and a lousy mother. Your husband fucks other women because you won't satisfy his anal desires, and now your son thinks you're a slut. Susan wiped away the lone tear that escaped from her left eye. She heard the door open and slam shut. Jimmy was home. Oh God, she said to herself, now it was time to pay the piper. She steeled herself for the first moment alone with her son since he came in her mouth on Saturday morning. "Mom? I'm home," he called from the front hall. "Hi, sweetie!" She was surprised how strong her voice was. She tugged back on her panties and her shirt. "God, am I ever hungry. Didn't you make dinner yet?" Jimmy threw down his schoolbag and dropped onto the couch as Susan stepped into the room. "Was it a good day at school, honey?" "Yeah, I guess. I talked to Laura Bern for the first time today. She wasn't such hot stuff after all... I mean now that I know what hot stuff is." He gleamed at her and winked. It was the first clue that he even remembered what had happened on Saturday morning. "Would you like some macaroni for dinner, Jimmy?" She felt queasy again and tried to change the subject. "Mom, what's the matter? I bet I'm the first guy in the whole school who's had a blowjob." Jimmy smiled proudly and tugged nonchalantly at the crotch of his jeans. "I... you don't... Stop it, Jimmy. Stop it this instant." Susan shook her finger sternly at him. But an undercurrent of excitement washed through her, overwhelming the earlier feeling of nausea. "Why, Mom? Didn't you like putting my thing in your mouth?" "It's not that I didn't like it. I just... it isn't something nice people do." Susan brushed her hair back out of her face. "You're a nice person, Mom. Really nice. I want you to do it again." Jimmy began to unzip his fly. Susan panicked. "Jimmy! Stop it right now." Her hand flew out before she even knew what she was doing. It struck Jimmy squarely on the cheek with a resounding smack. Jimmy froze. Then he started to sob. He hid his head behind folded arms. Susan recovered. She had hit her lovely son for something that was surely her own fault. She calmed down immediately and sat beside Jimmy on the couch. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn't have hit you. I'm sorry." Susan pulled him towards her and cupped his head in her hands. She kissed her son's tear-stained cheek. "Will you forgive me?" Jimmy didn't answer; he just snuggled closer to her. She pulled his head against her chest. She felt the track of tears on her skin, his hot breath in her cleavage. She felt the stirrings of lust that had started this whole mess. She tried to quell them. She rocked with her son, keeping him close. Susan felt Jimmy's hands near his face. At first she thought he was just wiping at his tears, but she soon found that his fingers were moving around to much for that. She looked down and realized he was picking his nose. Hundreds of times in the past she had given him hell for the disgusting habit, but now she just looked down and watched. Even when Jimmy wiped the trails of snot on her blouse, she didn't stop him; she just continued to soothe her sobbing child. The fingers kept moving around at her chest and Susan saw that Jimmy was now unbuttoning her blouse. What was he up to? She did not want to scold him, but it would be dangerous to let Jimmy turn her on even a little. She didn't stop him. He eventually undid all the buttons and started pulling open the blouse. Her breasts were slowly unveiled, the rosy nipples finally poking into view. Susan gasped. Jimmy's breath moved. He shifted to put his mouth close to the tips of one fleshy mound. She gasped again, feeling literally powerless to stop this second act of incest. Then she thought: was it really incest? Wasn't this the same lad who had so voraciously sucked at these same tits just over a decade ago? Was it incest then? So why would it be now? Susan knew this was a forced rationalization, but it soothed her conscience as the lustful feelings took over. She thought of taking her boy's cock in her mouth again. This time the thought provoked no nausea, only excitement. Jimmy sucked hard at his mother's nipple. He began to chew gently, then harder. She winced slightly with pain, but said nothing. Susan discreetly moved one hand down to her crotch and pressed a finger into her panty-covered love button. That started an electric reaction that flowed through her entire body. It was like the switch that turned her from guilty mother to wanton whore. "Jimmy, honey? I'm sorry I hit you. Do mama's titties taste good?" "Yes, mommy. They're good." "Do you still want to take out your cute little boner for me?" Susan asked. "Can I?" Jimmy looked up at her. She saw his face. His eyes were red from crying, and a string of snot and saliva clung to his upper lip, attached to her own nipple. He looked like a pathetic little boy, but somehow his helplessness turned her on even more. "Let's clean you up a little first." Susan leaned forward and kissed him hard on the mouth, snaking her tongue out and licking at his closed lips. She continued to lick, tasting the mucous under his nose. She licked him clean, a buzz strafing through her cunt as did so. It was such a primal act, licking her offspring clean, that it made her even more excited. Jimmy sat patiently as his mother attended to him with her tongue. Then he watched as she unzipped his fly for herself and fished out his lengthening penis. Susan fiddled with the head of her son's cock. She watched it grow in her hands. "Do you want me to put it in my mouth again, honey?" Susan smiled at Jimmy, anxiously awaiting his answer. "Yes please, Mom," Jimmy smiled back. "Suck it like you did before." All of her erotic adventures to this point were nothing compared to an incestuous liaison with her own son. Jack would kill her if he found out. She couldn't even imagine what Tessa would do. But none of that mattered now, because it was time once again to orally satisfy herself. The excitement of getting hot cock in her mouth was now amplified by the wickedness of incest. Jack met Caroline at the Shady Palm Motel on Route 47. It was a dump, notorious for seedy rendezvous between desperate people. Although not as desperate as some, the current rendezvous certainly qualified as seedy. They arrived together but didn't even bother signing in as husband and wife like they do in the movies. Caroline just used her credit card and the clerk didn't even ask who Jack was. For all he cared this couple was a hooker and her john. Although, she was pretty hot-looking for a whore. She was blonde and tanned, dressed in a woman's business suit, resplendent with a broach and pearls. The chick was kind of old-looking, but had a real sex appeal that the clerk couldn't pin down. Her tits were sure big enough, and the hips matched. In fact, when the couple went out to their room, the clerk had to rearrange his dick in his pants because it had started to get stiff. Caroline closed the door, locked it with the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside, and shut the drapes. "Okay, Jack, what do you want me to do?" Caroline leaned against the door with her hands folded behind her back. In that position her large breasts were accentuated even more. "Take off your top and your blouse. Let me see those big fucking tits of yours." Jack sat on the bed with his legs up and his back against the headboard. Caroline slipped off her suit jacket and started unbuttoning her blouse. As her titflesh was slowly revealed, Jack's cock started hardening. She tossed the jacket and blouse onto a nearby chair. Although the broach was gone, her pearls still hung around her neck, enhancing her already impressive cleavage. "The bra can stay," said Jack. "Give me a good reason why I should fuck you." Caroline smiled. "Because you know how sweet my pussy is. It will be the ride of your life." "Bullshit. I get plenty of cunt wherever I want. Tell me why you're special." Jack sneered at her, rubbing his prick through his pants. "I want you bad. I'll let you do anything you want. I'll do anything you want." "I want you to go back out to the clerk and suck him off." Caroline turned up her nose. "That greasy little punk? He probably hasn't showered in a week." "You said you'd do anything. I'd just stand in the corner and watch him pump his dick in and out of your mouth." Jack smirked again, "Then I'd tell him to cum on your face." "Are you serious, Jack?" Caroline backed against the door again. "Very." "Okay. Let's go," she whispered. "This will be the first time I've done it with a total stranger." Caroline looked a little nervous, but she pulled her blouse back on and buttoned it up. Jack hopped off the bed. "You're a real sport, Caroline. This has been one of my fantasies for years. I always wanted to know that I had a slut in the palm of my hand. I know you want to do it too, right?" "It's pretty exciting, yeah." Caroline exhaled strongly. "I can't believe how wet I'm getting. I'm kinda nervous." "After you, my little scumbag." Jack held open the door. "You're so sweet, you bastard." Caroline stuck out her tongue as she passed. The clerk was surprised to see the couple back so soon. "Good day, my fine fellow," Jack began. "I'm Jack the Wondermaker, and this is my trusty companion Miss Caroline. Who might you be?" Okay, the guy's a complete fucking loony, thought the clerk. "Uh, I'm Randy... the desk sergeant." It was the best he could come up with when faced with the obvious insanity plagued this Jack Wonderbread or whatever it was. Caroline spoke next. "Randy," she cooed, "would you like me to do you a favour? Would you like me to take you in the back room and suck you off?" "I can't afford that kind of action, lady." Randy got the idea now. This guy was her pimp, not her customer. "Free of charge, as long as my friend Jack can look on," replied Caroline. A gleam came to Randy's eye. He pushed back a strand of greasy hair and smiled. His teeth were in good condition, which made Caroline feel a little better. "You're on, lady. I could use a good BJ." Randy led the two sinners back into the room behind the counter. It was a strange combination between a washroom and a lounge. A sink and toilet were on one wall and an armchair faced a TV on the other wall. The place was surprisingly clean, but it was obviously not one of the areas maintained by the regular maid service. Randy stood in front of the armchair and slipped down his pants. He didn't seem to be too shy about stripping in front of a couple of strangers, even considering their mode of introduction. His rather large prick pointed out and down, semi-hard. The shaft disappeared into a thick clump of black pubic hair. His balls were virtually hidden by the same mass of hair. Caroline licked her lips, her pussy was soaking now, she felt a trickle of juice escape her panties and run partway down the inside of her thigh. Randy sat in the armchair, pulling at his shaft, watching Caroline. She was making no attempt to get undressed, so Randy assumed this was a no-frills blowjob. Jack watched the scene closely. Only when Caroline knelt in front of Randy and kissed his knob, did he feel comfortable taking out his own throbbing member. Caroline could smell the stale sweat and piss around Randy's crotch. It was a heady scent, and it made her more excited because she knew how filthy she was to suck on this dirty prick. She enveloped the head of his cock with her lips. She was drooling already. Caroline looked over and saw Jack stroking his cock beside the toilet. The pulse in Randy's cock tuned Caroline in to his soul. She could tell when she did something that turned him on. She started experimenting: fast and hard, slow and gentle, moving her tongue, using her teeth. He reacted best to a slightly rough treatment, so Caroline nibbled every so often at the steely flesh. She stopped for a second to lick her fingers and then slid them into the crack of his ass. She knew that couldn't be more filthy, but she wanted to go all the way with this. She didn't care. His asscrack was sweaty, but he seemed to enjoy the attention, so she continued. She eventually ran her fingers over the puckered ring of his asshole and slipped her middle finger into it. He groaned. The bitch was fingering his asshole, thought Randy. No one had ever done that before. God it felt good. "Yeah, baby. Finger my shithole. Yeah, keep sucking and wiggle that finger to make me cum." Randy was holding Caroline's ears, pumping into her face. The lady who had arrived in a business suit, most of which she was still wearing, was nothing but a cocksucking tramp. Randy had that thought briefly before being totally consumed with his imminent orgasm. Caroline's head bobbed up and down in a blur. She was sucking as if her life depended on it, knowing that the dirty little man was going to shoot off soon. Jack sensed it too, although he himself was nowhere near an orgasm. He yelled at Randy, "Cum on her face. Shoot your fuckload all over that pretty little slut's face." Randy grinned over at Jack for a second, knowing that he had seen the same porno movies, and then turned back to Caroline. "Yeah, you little tramp. I'm going to show you close up what my spunk looks like. Open your mouth and close your eyes, I'm gonna give you a big sur.... prise...." Randy grunted, yanking Caroline's head back and aiming his jolting cock at her chin. Despite the treatment, Caroline felt very horny. She wiggled her finger in Randy's asshole, trying to push out as large a load as possible. Randy's first stream of jizz rocketed onto Caroline's forehead and nestled in her perfectly coiffed hair. The next jumped along her left cheek, over her eye socket and onto her eyebrow. Most of Randy's load found its way into her mouth, however, and she gratefully swallowed every drop. Randy flopped back on the chair as Caroline pulled her hand away from his butt. She looked at her finger and saw her filthy partner's shit clinging under her fingernail. She smiled. What a pig she was. Jack seemed a little disappointed in the show. Randy had done a great job of sliming Caroline's face, but Jack hadn't managed to get off with it. "Bravo, Miss Caroline. Let us depart to our suite, where I'm sure the fun will continue." Caroline stood up and began wiping her face, scooping the stray spunk into her mouth. "Thank you Randy, you were a real stud," she said as she waved goodbye to him. God I hope I never see him again, Caroline thought. When they returned to their room, Jack walked to the bed. Caroline headed straight for the bathroom. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Jack asked. "I'm cleaning up after that. I have shit on my finger and cum in my hair." Caroline did not ignore Jack but she did continue toward the bathroom. "Stop right there." Jack waited until she turned towards him. "You're a filthy whore, right?" "Yes, baby. I'm a filthy whore." "Then you don't clean up. You get filthier." Jack stood there assessing Caroline's reaction. "What should I do?" "I want you to stick your fingers up my ass. It looked like a lot of fun." Caroline stepped towards Jack. Her cum glistening face was almost comical. "Should I use this finger?" She held up the shit- stained middle finger that had been inside the clerk. "After you lick it off." Jack started unbuckling his belt. "Go on, eat the shit off your finger. It won't kill you." Caroline slipped the finger into her mouth and sucked out the shit from under her fingernail. She hardly tasted anything, but it was a musky feeling in her mouth. She didn't mind it at all. "Now come here," Jack commanded. He dropped his pants to the floor, revealing his large erect dick. Then he faced away from her and bent over. "See my asshole? Plug it." Caroline knelt on the floor behind him and looked closely at his asshole. He was pushing it in and out, making it wink at her. She kissed his thigh, then moved to lick his balls. Finally she kissed the bud of his anus. Her tongue moved out and she licked it. Then she pushed her head forward and slid her tongue right up his ass. It tasted great: a musky, heady flavour. Bored with the rimjob, Jack wanted to get even nastier with Caroline. He turned around again. "Hey!" she said, pouting, "I was just getting to the good parts. Turn back around so I can lick your asshole some more." "Did you bring that video camera?" "I always have it in the car for taping homes." Caroline was a real estate agent. "What do you have in mind?" She smiled at him and smoothed out her skirt as she stood up. Caroline once again resembled a very proper professional lady. But Jack knew this was his chance to push her to the limit. For some reason she was willing to do even more today than usual. "Why are you being so co-operative today?" Jack was pulling his pants back up. "Come on, Jack. No psychology bullshit. What do you want me to do?" "Go get your video camera." Jack smirked and fell back on the bed, hands linked behind his head. "I want to make you a star." "A real live porno star?" "You beat half of those bimbos hands down. Go get it." Caroline shook her head, smiling, and left the room saying, "I never know what to expect with you, Jack þ that's what I love about you." In a few moments she returned with the compact 8mm video camera. "Here you go, Jack. Now what?" Tessa Hughes was the last one in the shower at the gym. Her friends Lisa Perot and Paula Tilson were waiting for her at the large entrance to the showers. "Hurry up Tessa. Ted and Mark are going to meet us at McDonald's," shouted Paula. "I'm going to be a while," Tessa replied, soaping up her full tits. "Why do you guys want to rush off to meet those dweebs anyway?" "I think Mark's cute!" replied Lisa, looking rather surprised that Tessa didn't share her opinion. Tessa shook her head. Sometimes she couldn't understand her friends. Lisa was a beautiful little brunette, with a snazzy body that was perfectly proportioned. Paula was a sleek blonde who had a new wave model's look. She also happened to have the best ass at Lincoln and wore the kind of jeans that proved it. "How come you take so long, Tessa?" Paula asked. "I love taking my time. There's nothing better than a long hot shower." Tessa hiked her ass up under the spray of water. She slid a soapy hand into the crack of her butt and massaged her asshole clean. "I think you just like playing with yourself," laughed Lisa, leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her chest. "She's such a horny bitch, I can't understand why she doesn't want to go see Ted and Mark," Paula said to Lisa. "Fuck off, you guys. You're probably afraid to touch yourselves in case you catch a disease." Tessa lewdly thrust her hips forward and slid her fingers up and down the slit of her cunt. "Hey, that looks pretty tasty," Lisa quipped sarcastically. She aimed a finger into her throat to feign gagging. Paula giggled and hit Lisa playfully on the arm. "You're such a bitch, Lisa. I bet you've always wanted to try it with a girl, but you're just chicken." Tessa taunted her with some more views of her gash. "Oh right. Like I'm sure. I'd take cock over cunt any day," said Lisa. Paula smiled. "I've thought about you guys before, you know. Like in daydreams or whatever. It was like an orgy." Before Lisa could respond, Tessa turned off the shower and said, "See. There's nothing wrong with it. I've thought about it before too." "You guys are sick." Lisa shook her head. Paula and Tessa shrugged their shoulders and Tessa walked into the main room to get a towel. She sat on the bench and noticed Paula looking at her. For Paula's benefit, she spread her legs and showed her the pinkness of her pussy. Then she winked. "Gimme a break you lesbos," Lisa said. "I'm going to take a shit while I'm waiting for you." "Can we watch?" Tessa said, now purposely trying to gross Lisa out. "I bet you'd love that wouldn't you? God that's gross." Paula giggled as Lisa went into one of the stalls. Then she sat beside Tessa and whispered to her. "Are you serious that you thought about us all naked?" "Yeah. But I'm such a pervert I've thought about making it with my mom and dad and the neighbour's dog too. I guess that means I would never actually do it." "What about that shit thing? Would you really want to watch someone taking a shit?" Even Tessa was a little shocked by this new side of Paula's personality. She thought about perverted stuff all the time, but it seemed like Paula was seriously thinking about trying some of it. "What do you mean?" "I mean if I took off my pants right now would you watch me shit on the floor." Paula's voice was cracking. She shook with nervousness. Tessa shrugged. "Go ahead, Paula. I won't run away. But I don't know if it'll turn me on either." Tessa ran a finger across her clit to try to get psyched for what might turn into a very bizarre scene. Paula stood up and ripped down her pants. Without hesitation she squatted facing Tessa and grunted. It wasn't long before Tessa saw a large brown turd inching its way to the floor. Then several spurts of urine soaked the already damp towel that was hanging off the bench. Tessa found herself gazing in fascination at the scene. So much so that she didn't notice Lisa emerge from the stall. From Lisa's vantage point she could see Paula's anus clinging to a long piece of shit. She almost turned and ran but then found herself locked in place by a mysterious urge. Tessa was similarly frozen. She sniffed at the foul smell that Paula was producing and it made her tingle strangely. Paula reached out and held Tessa's hand. Paula was crying. Tessa guessed that she had let out more than a big turd þ she had obviously bottled up this compulsion for quite a while. Lisa walked over to her friends, carefully avoiding the puddle that Paula had made. "Are you okay, Paula?" "She's fine, Lisa." Tessa hugged Paula and lifted her up onto the bench. "Here, Paula, let me wipe you." Tessa was near tears herself, because this was so different and bizarre, but she was also still tingling from it. Lisa handed Tessa a towel and Tessa leaned around to get at Paula's ass. She mopped up and then down, wiping away the few traces of shit that clung to the girl's buttcrack. "Thank... you," Paula whimpered. "I'm sorry." Tessa hugged her close. "There's nothing to be sorry about. I started it. I know it's something you wanted to do for a long time. I actually enjoyed watching you." Lisa chimed in, "Yeah, Paula. I'm sorry that I said you were a pervert. I watched too. It wasn't all that bad. I've never seen someone else do it before." Paula was heartened by her friend's encouragement. "You mean you don't think I'm sick?" Tessa smiled. "Well, you probably are a little sick, but that means we are too!" Lisa laughed at that. "Who'd have thought this is what we'd do after school today?" Paula smiled again and looked at the log of shit she had deposited on the tile floor. "Now I'd better clean it up, huh?" "Yeah, you pig. Maybe we should rub your nose in it first to toilet train you." Tessa poked her friend in fun. Paula halted for a second before realizing that her friend was joking. Then she looked at Lisa and said, "Can you clean it up, Lisa? Maybe you'll get over your fear of it." Tessa nodded. "That's a great idea. How about it Lisa?" Lisa shook her head. She could only go so far. "No way. Let the janitors clean it up." "We can't do that," Tessa said. "You should scoop it up just to prove that you're not going to call us perverts from now on. It's like a club initiation." Then Tessa gazed seriously at Lisa. "You even have to pick it up with your bare hands." "No way!" Lisa stepped back a few paces. "Are you still my friend like Tessa is?" Paula asked. Lisa waited. "Well?" "Yes, of course I am, Paula. You guys are my best friends." "Then pick up the shit and let's go home," Tessa said. Lisa shrugged. "Okay, fine. I'll pick up Paula's fucking shit." She grabbed a towel from the rack. "Bare hands!" chorused Tessa and Paula. Lisa glared at them, then angrily threw down the towel and scooped up the log in both hands. "There!" She thrust the steaming loaf of f‘ces toward them. Tessa leaned toward Lisa's open palms and inhaled deeply, as if savouring a gourmet meal. "Ahhhhh. Paula, you outdid yourself. Truly a delight." The girls laughed. Even Lisa joined in. They had a mock burial at sea as the three of them stood around one of the toilets and Lisa dropped it in. Paula had the honour of flushing her beloved shit. The girls laughed some more as Lisa washed her hands fastidiously. Then they all went home. "Let's go shopping," Jack said to Caroline as he hoisted the little video camera up into position. "You need a wardrobe if you're going to be a star. My sister-in-law has a lingerie shop over on Fifth Street. She'll be happy to see me bring some new business her way." "Won't your wife hear about your little love affair with me through her sister?" Caroline was still licking her fingers absently, preening herself before the big video shoot. "Susan's sister is an incredible slut. Pam's been spreading her legs for me ever since my wedding night. I fucked her in the washroom at the reception. She's never told Susan, but it makes it a sweet deal for me, because she always worries I will. I would have told Susan too, but then I might not be able to pump Pam any more. And she is a hot little bitch... almost as much of a minx as you sweet Caroline." The hot-blooded woman gave Jack's balls a playful squeeze and went into the washroom to straighten up a little before leaving. She called back over her shoulder, "You're a lucky man, Jack. I know most men would kill to have one woman who put out like I do. You seem to have more than you can handle." Jack pulled into the parking lot at the back of Naughty 'n Nice Lingerie and looked over at Caroline. She smiled over at him and it made her face ten years younger. "Okay, Jack," Caroline said, smoothing her skirt, "Let's go make a movie." Jack sat for a moment as Caroline got out of the car. He watched her hot round ass shift under the skirt and his dick responded with a slight tug. He hopped out to join her, careful to keep the video camera from the sunlight. When he rapped sharply at the back door, he figured he'd have a few seconds to wait before someone answered, so he pulled Caroline over for a deep kiss. She responded by throwing her arms around him and squeezing tight. The door opened immediately and they disentangled themselves as best they could. Pam Lipton was holding the door open, smirking at Jack. She was wearing a tight black T-shirt and faded blue jeans. Her hair was up but strands had fallen down about her face. She looked very sexy, and the light periodically revealed a sheen of sweat on her smooth skin. She was a brunette, slightly more petite than Susan. "Jack, you naughty boy. What are you doing playing `kiss and don't tell' with the neighbourhood ladies?" Pam smiled and ushered them inside. "I'm just doing inventory. What a pain in the ass." Caroline sidled around some boxes and looked around the small stockroom. "You seem to do a good business here." Jack stayed quiet, so Pam picked up the conversation. "Yeah, it's amazing how many women try all sorts of things to get their men interested again. I'm Pam by the way," Pam extended her hand to Caroline. Caroline almost tripped over a box returning the outstretched hand. "I'm sorry... I'm Caroline... Uh Jack and I are old friends from college." Pam grinned wickedly at Jack and thumbed towards Caroline. "Is this Cornhole Caroline? The one who loves it up the ass?" Pam giggled and reached over to Caroline to ensure her that she wasn't being malicious. Jack shook his head, smiling. "Pam, Pam, Pam. I should get Caroline to scratch your beady little eyes out for that... but since it's so true, I guess that would be unfair." Caroline looked suspiciously at Pam and then decided that the young woman was not only harmless, but a horny little wench. She noted Pam's nipples had suddenly become erect under the tight black cotton of her T-shirt. Caroline turned around and wiggled her ass in Jack and Pam's direction. "This is the ass men ask for by name." She broke into a giggle. "But I've never heard of Cornhole Caroline before." Pam laughed only briefly and then suddenly said, in a serious tone, "Show it to me. Show me your ass. I think I have an outfit that would be perfect." Then Pam turned to Jack and said, "Get this on film, stud man." Caroline looked back at Pam without turning around and then started to unzip her skirt, going through a similar routine to the one she had just completed for Jack in the motel room. This time, though, she just removed her skirt and panties, leaving her jacket, blouse, garter, and stockings on. Pam gazed in fascination and Jack didn't know which woman was better to get on the video: Caroline as she exposed her ass, or Pam as she drooled over it. Caroline dropped her skirt and panties to the floor and stepped out of them. She placed a palm on each asscheek and pulled them slowly apart. Then she moved her right index finger toward her anus and pointed at the puckered brown ring. "That's the spot, Pam. I get chills just thinking about Jack sliding his big bad dick up here." "I've gotten chills from Jack's dick too," Pam said. She turned and smiled at Jack, who focussed the camera right on her. She spoke to it: "Do you remember the time you and Susan came over for dinner and she went to the washroom for just five minutes? You'd had a hard-on all night, so it was easy for you to cum quickly. You came over and whipped out your dick and stuck it in my mouth. I've never been so excited. Then you squirted your cum into my soup. I finished every drop right there in front of Susan. God was that exciting." Pam was running her hands over her tits, making the nipples even harder. Caroline moved over to Pam. She had never been directly attracted to a woman before. Once she had done it with a girl at the behest of her late husband, but it hadn't really excited her. Now she was honestly horny for Pam. Perhaps it was the video camera, and the vague feeling that she was only performing for Jack. Pam did not resist as Caroline pressed up against her. She had never been with a woman before at all. But Jack had a strange hold over her and she too felt like an actress. Caroline kissed Pam's slender neck and pawed rather roughly at her breasts. Pam moaned back, but did not protest. The older woman straddled Pam's denim-covered thigh and rubbed her bare pussy against it. She looked down and saw how immediately she had left a streak of dampness on the material. Jack swirled slowly around them, trying to capture as many interesting shots as possible. But his cock was getting so hard it was becoming a distraction. He called out to his actresses: "Who wants my dick first?" Both women turned and faced Jack but neither of them moved toward him. Finally Caroline spoke for both of them: "Put the fucking camera down and we'll share your fabulous hot cock." "No way," Jack said, one hand on the camera and the other one unzipping his fly. "I'm not going to waste a chance like this. You guys look great in this light." What Jack meant was the fluorescent lighting in the stockroom showed everything and he was capturing it all on videotape. Suddenly Caroline had a strange flash and she verbalized it to Jack: "Hey, Mr. Cameraman," she wiggled her ass at him again, but kept her hands on Pam's tits, "what do you think our kids would say if they could see us now?" Jack laughed, shaking the image of Caroline's butt in the viewfinder. "I think Tessa would think her old dad and her famous Aunt Pam had flipped their lids. I don't even know what Jimmy would think." "Ricky would be so horny, he'd bust through his jeans to get at Pam." "He wouldn't be even a little tempted to give his mother a poke first?" Jack taunted. Caroline stuck her tongue out at Jack and gave him the finger. "Would you two shut up and let me get some of Jack's meat in my pussy. I'm overheating here." Pam was pulling off her T-shirt, little by little giving Caroline a better handle on the two firm mounds of titflesh on her bare chest. "Jeez, I wish I could go braless," Caroline muttered. "Not with big fucking knockers like yours," Jack called out. Pam pushed off her jeans and panties and stood naked against the stockroom wall. "Okay, get that big stiff fucker over here." She toyed with her labia to show Jack how wet she was. Caroline, before relinquishing control of Pam to Jack, knelt down and inhaled at the sweaty pubic region of the younger woman. "You've really got a treat coming up, Jack," Caroline said as she got up take the camera. Jack rubbed his eyesocket where he had been looking through the viewfinder, then pulled off the rest of his clothes. He stood perpendicular to Pam, his stiff prick standing diagonally across her belly. "Get a shot of her licking my cock from the side," Jack directed. "But I want you to fuck me," Pam began to protest. "Just like a good brother-in-law should." Jack glared at Pam and pushed down on her shoulder. She realized that he was the only director of this film and she sank abjectly to her knees. Her perky features contrasted with the pulsing stick of flesh in front of her face. She kneeled with her legs wide apart and used one hand to play with her pussy while the other guided Jack's penis to her mouth. The camera alternately zoomed to Jack's cock in her mouth and her fingers in her pussy. Caroline used her free hand to fiddle with her own clit, and she eventually worked up enough juice to slide her fingers all the way from her love button to her shithole. Her digits lingered for a moment at her anus, then slid through the slick labia back to her clitoris. The image on the video got shakier and shakier as Caroline got herself more and more excited, but she still managed to capture the essence of Pam's cocksucking and autoerotic activities. After a few moments, Jack said, "Okay, Pam, stand up and bend over. I guess I'll stuff you with dick now." "Mmmm, goody," Pam giggled. "Caroline, make sure you get my gash on camera so you can show Jack's fuckpole sliding in." She winked at the camera and bent over, anticipating the long-awaited feeling of Jack's big cock invading her insides. Caroline zoomed in on Pam's glistening cunt. The lips of her pussy were opened up like a flower after a rainstorm. As soon as Jack's cock touched the dampness of Pam's box, he was drawn inexplicably in as deep as he could go. "Your sister's cunt is just like this. It's so fucking wet, I feel like I'm drowning my dick." Pam grinned back at Jack. "Susan and I both love your cock, I guess." She pushed her hips back to emphasize the point. Jack groaned. "Don't you dare cum without giving me a good fuck too, Jack!" Caroline called from behind the viewfinder. "Relax, slut. I'll get to you soon enough." Pam grabbed her own tits and squeezed them roughly while Jack pumped in and out. "So, Pam, are you going to let me dip into your asshole this time?" Jack suddenly asked. Pam threw a warning glance back at him. "No way, baby. Caroline's your anal bitch today. But I promise I'll let you assfuck me someday. Has Susan let you yet? She always tells me she's going to." "Nope. She hasn't let me yet. But its good to have inside information about what she really thinks." "She told me you almost choked her to death on Saturday. I guess she's losing the deep throat abilities that she had in college." Jack pumped on in silence for a while, then called Caroline over. "Your turn, Princess. Is your asshole ready for a workout?" Caroline almost dropped the camera in her haste to get over to Jack and Pam's coupled bodies. "I'm ready. Pam, come and get the camera... if you can stand to be away from that beautiful prick for even a moment." Pam looked back over her shoulder at Jack, pleading with her eyes to be fucked just a little while longer, but Jack roughly shoved her away. "Get over there and do something useful." Although his command lost a little impact when Pam saw his slimy wet cock sticking straight out in front of him, she knew he meant it and she complied. A little angry that Caroline would be the one to enjoy Jack's stream of spunk, Pam grabbed the video camera from her and started filming with little care for what the lens was picking up. In the little house by the river, Susan Hughes was still sucking her twelve year-old son's cock. Jimmy was happily sitting there, moving his hips slightly up and down with each bob of his mother's head. He couldn't wait until that incredible moment when he lost control of his body and shot a big stream of cum out of the end of his dick. He had enjoyed that when his own hand had produced the pleasure, but now his mother was creating a much more intense feeling with her mouth. Susan loved the feeling of cock in her mouth. The heat of a hard penis sliding over her lips and pressing against her tongue was amazing. Although it was not the by any means the biggest, her son's prick was certainly the sweetest she had ever tasted. She had to use one hand to clench her crotch for fear of exploding; she was that turned on. Jimmy suddenly groaned and said, "Wow, Mom, that felt really good." Susan had dragged her teeth lightly over the sides of Jimmy's prick. She did it again. "That's fantastic, Mom. Do you think all girls know how to do this?" Jimmy pushed forward with his hips to emphasize what he meant by "this." Susan popped her lips off the end of his cock, then wagged her tongue around the tip, where his pisshole gaped. Then she answered, "Some girls don't like to do it as much as I do. But it seems like a pretty easy thing to do, so I guess any girl could learn. Who were you thinking of asking to do this for you?" Susan wondered what had motivated Jimmy's question. "Well... there are some girls at school who seem kinda slutty. I-I mean not that you're slutty, but the girls at school... well... you know." Susan started smiling. It was cute how Jimmy was trying not to offend her. "Well, sweetheart, I think that any girl who would let a boy put his dirty little wiener in her mouth is a slut. I'm a slut. Your father treats me like a slut all the time." Jimmy blinked a couple of times. He was getting new information on his mother and he needed a while to absorb it. She was admitting she was a slut. So all his friends had been right: any girl who'd suck your cock must be a slut. Even his own mother. Jimmy looked into his lap where his mother's mass of tousled blonde hair was moving up and down. He looked beyond that at the cherry tips of her breasts which peeked through the strands of hair. His mother was a slut. Jimmy smiled now that he understood what happened in the past week was not a very common event. He was having sex with his own mother. Susan could tell by the change in Jimmy's breathing that he was lost in thought. She even noticed a slight reduction in the stiffness of his little prick. Despite that, she kept sucking. "Mom," Jimmy finally asked, "Do you think Tessa would do this?" Susan popped up quickly and blurted out "No!" before she even really thought about it. "Tessa's a good girl. She sure wouldn't do this with her own brother anywayþso get those thoughts out of your mind." Jimmy could not get those thoughts out of his mind. He had fantasized about his sister for years. Now that his mother had made so many of his dreams come true, he wondered if the same would be possible with Tessa. On her way home from school on Monday night, after the bizarre incident with Lisa and Paula in the changeroom, Tessa felt very strange. She had been awakened in an odd way to a whole different side of herself. As she walked she felt the breeze caressing her body through her jeans and her blouse. Every pore of her skin tingled. She also recalled the incident that Saturday morning in her bedroom. Her fascination with her blossoming body had made her neglect caution and masturbate in front of her sleeping brother. Had she actually wanted him to see her? Maybe so, but she was certain he hadn't seen anything. She walked past a park and noticed a group of four young boys playing with a big German Shepherd dog. She stopped to watch. The boys were no older than twelve, but they fearlessly teased the dog by throwing a frisbee to each other without letting the dog get it. Apparently the dog was quite good-natured, as it never snapped or snarled when they threw the disc energetically past its head. Tessa approached the group and stood at the fence watching their play. It wasn't long before one of the boys noticed her and alerted the others. The boldest of the four, a stocky, mean-looking kid with black hair, finally came up to the fence. "Hi," he said simply. "You staring at us?" Tessa shook her head, her long straight blonde locks swinging just above the tips of her breasts. That's where the boys eyes came to rest, at the perfect shapes her tits created under the simple white blouse. "Why are you teasing the dog?" The boy just snorted and looked back over his shoulder. Now that his four friends had joined him, with the dog panting up behind them, he felt much more brazen. He flipped her a compliment and a question: "You look pretty good. How old are you?" Tessa smiled þ what was she doing? "I'm way too old for you." Her assured tone belied her inner nervousness. The boy laughed. "Oh, yeah? You've probably never even been fucked before." Tessa gulped and turned to leave, feeling safe that the fence separated her from this insolent kid. "Where are you going, hot stuff?" the kid shouted. "Don't be such a suck. Do you wanna play frisbee?" Tessa stopped and turned toward the group again. They were all standing together in a confident cluster. "Are you going to be a good little boy?" she asked. "Do you promise not to be a creep?" "Sure," he said, too quickly, "I promise." Tessa shook her head again and walked towards the end of the fence so she could join them. As she did she said directly to the wiseguy in the gang: "For your information, I get fucked whenever I want þ which is more than I can say for you." "Oooo," said the bold one, "she's a goer." Tessa laughed briefly as the kid had used a term that her father sometimes used. It was quite amusing to hear it issue from this kid's mouth. One of the other kids finally piped up with a question to Tessa: "Are you only going to play frisbee with us if we don't tease Roamer?" Tessa smiled at the slight blonde boy and then bent down to pet the German Shepherd, Roamer. "Do you like it when the bad little boys throw the frisbee at your head, Roamer?" Roamer made a contented sound deep in his throat, but Tessa took that to mean "no." "Okay, Roamer, I'll tell them." Tessa turned to the group of boys. "Roamer doesn't want to play anymore." The bold kid rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Okay then. Let's fucking play anyway." Tessa frowned at him. "Watch your language." "Fuck?" the boy questioned. "You don't like the word `fuck'?" "Not when there's no need to use it." Tessa had her hands on her hips and she felt a little like the old Victorian schoolmarm teaching her charges about manners. A brief picture flashed before her of taking the bold boy over her knee, tugging his pants down, and spanking his bare ass with a cane. The image caused a flutter of excitement to course through her innards. "Okay, let's just throw the frisbee around." The boy ran back ten yards and tossed the frisbee towards Tessa. Still slightly in a state over her flash of fantasy, Tessa almost missed the flying disc. She caught it at the last moment and immediately tossed it on to the blonde kid. Tessa actually started to enjoy the frisbee for the sake of frisbee and forgot the slight sexual attraction that had first drawn her to look at the young boys. She would jump to catch a few high throws and barely noticed that as she did, her blouse billowed up and her flat, tanned stomach was exposed. That inkling of female flesh was all it took for Ned, the bold one, to get excited. Ned could feel the familiar tug at his loins as his embarrassing habit of getting spontaneous erections surfaced again. He could see the suggestion of generous, firm titties under the blouse, and the sleek lower regions under the girl's jeans. His boner got worse every minute that passed. "Uhh," stumbled Ned, who was never usually at a loss for words, "I have to take a leak." Tessa immediately snapped out of her frolicking mood and the smoldering thought of the bold boy hanging his penis out in the open came to mind. She shuddered slightly. "Jeez, Ned," said the blonde boy, "you don't have to announce it to the whole world." Ned just smirked and wandered off to the nearby copse of trees, which actually opened into a small arbour. He watched his three friends continue to play frisbee with the girl. Roamer followed him into the bushes. Ned noticed the beauty of the girl once again and he also took note of the fact that she seemed quite interested in looking over at the arbour. Could it be that she wanted to catch sight of him taking a leak? Or maybe she was smarter than she seemed and she knew he had come here to make his hard-on go away, even if it meant beating off. Ned risked pulling out his cock even before it softened. The stiff protrusion seemed to interest Roamer as the dog sniffed it cautiously. "Get lost, you stupid mutt," Ned said as he heaved the big dog away. Roamer got the message and stayed away, but Tessa also heard Ned's command and she started giggling. Ned watched her laugh and point, alerting the other boys to what had happened. His friends joined in the laughter and started walking towards the arbour. Tessa timidly followed, drawn to the forbidden images that were concealed behind the wall of trees and shrubs. Ned saw them coming and had a flash of naughty inspiration: let them see my dick. I know it's bigger than any of theirs, and that girl will really get her jollies. "I mean its not like I didn't tell them what I was doing behind the trees," Ned thought. Despite the potential excitement of the situation, Ned's experience with Roamer had significantly deflating his erection. But that worked out for the best, because, when his friends arrived, it looked like he was just about to piss. "Get lost, you guys. Can't a guy take a leak by himself?" Ned said. He faced away from the three boys, and ended up facing directly towards Tessa, who had circled around the arbour. Tessa put a hand up to her mouth. The boy's cock was superb. Although not huge like the ones she had seen in Paula's dirty magazine, it was fleshy and bobbed slightly as the boy moved. Jack, Caroline, and Pam finished their little tryst with Caroline enjoying a semen enema courtesy of Jack. Pam, frustrated with missing out on her brother-in-law's orgasm, got dressed quickly and went out to the front of her shop. "Wow, Jack," Caroline said as she fell back on a pile of packing materials, "that was great." Jack picked up the video camera again, and Caroline lifted her knees and looked down between her legs. He filmed her as she scooped up some of Jack's cum as it oozed out of her asshole. Holding it under her nose she said to the camera, "I love the way your spunk smells, especially when it comes fresh out of my stinky asshole." "Thanks, baby. I wish I could keep pumping it out for you, but that hot little shithole of yours just drains me dry." He crudely slid an index finger into her jizz-coated rectum to emphasize his point. The hand appeared from out of the frame of the video like a spectre. "Ooo, Jack. That's so nasty. Wiggle your finger around." Caroline leaned back even further and squeezed her tits together as Jack fingered her butthole. "So, Caroline, what do you think of my sister-in-law?" Jack spoke non-chalantly for the audio track as he stirred up the gooey contents of her bowels. "She's a real sport. I think she's the cutest thing. Do you think she'd babysit for Ricky sometime?" Caroline panted out the last question as Jack increased the wiggling action of his finger. "She babysits for us all the time. Although Jimmy's getting old enough he doesn't really need a sitter." "Well I can see the fringe benefits in it for you. If she's always as accomodating for your sex as she was today... well... you must never have to jerk off." Jack laughed. "That's about right." Then Jack pulled his finger out of her asshole and held up the dripping digit to Caroline's disappointed face. "Keep going, Jack." "No. Here, lick off my finger." Caroline slurped the ass slime into her mouth and licked Jack's finger completely clean. "Mmmmm. That's great. I can't wait until that little bitch at the office gets you all hot and bothered again." Jack's mind flashed to Julia Dupez, and the party his wife had planned for Friday night. Wouldn't all Jack's close friends be impressed by his ability to constantly find new babes to bring home? "Have you had enough yet, Caroline baby?" Jack asked, still taping the scene. "I never get enough." He gingerly locked his variety of thoughts away, just as Pam called from the front of her empty shop: "Are you two finished back there?" "Yeah, Pam, we're done," Jack called back. "Great, 'cause I'm going to lock up and get going." The three lovers left together and Pam still looked a little jealous until Caroline squeezed her ass and said, "I promise you get Jack's spunk next time." Tessa ended her Monday with a big disappointment. Ned, the bold boy whose cock she had seen, ended up being quite a baby after all. When Tessa finally got up the nerve to approach him, he backed away and stuffed his meat back into his pants. His friends laughed and the boys ended up running off together. "Have fun playing with each other you little twerps," Tessa called out after them. After the encounter she needed immediate relief. She looked around to make sure no one except the dog was within sight, opened her jeans, and briefly slid her fingers into her humming, wet pussy. Roamer watched her with interest, and she even took note of his dangling sheath of sexual apparatus. Then she shook her head and tried not to consider further the idea of attempting to have sex with the dog. The fire had been lit, however, and as she walked home she was looking at the crotches of every male she saw, trying to imagine what their cocks looked like. She didn't just notice hot-looking young men, either; old men, toddlers, and animals all ended up in her thoughts. Susan Hughes was brushing her teeth. She was trying to get the taste of her son's cum out of her mouth. Jimmy had squirted was seemed like a quart of jism into her mouth. It just kept flowing out of the end of his hard little cock. It had been so thrilling. But now she was having second thoughts, and she was glad to have a moment in the washroom alone. Was she some kind of sicko pedophile? She was starting to think that Jimmy's cock tasted and felt better than Jack's. While she was sucking on it, she started to wonder what the smaller shaft would feel like sliding into her steamy cunt. She considered the fact that, since it was smaller than Jack's, it wouldn't be as frightening to have Jimmy fuck her up the ass. Susan looked at herself in the mirror. "In the ass?" she whispered to herself. "My own son. God what's wrong with me?" She pulled down her panties, flipped up the toilet lid and sat down. When she started pissing, she looked down between her legs and watched the urine froth into the bowl below. Without wiping her pussy, she started running her finger up and down the lips, stopping briefly to fiddle with her clit. She started thinking: I'm always horny. I've started having sex with my own son, and I can't even take a piss without playing with myself. Then she smiled and shrugged. "Oh, well," she whispered, "it sure feels good. And I love the taste of that little guy's dick." She just loved it." When Susan came out of the bathroom, she called for Jimmy. There was no answer, so she assumed he had gone out to a friend's house. She jumped slightly when she heard him call to her from her bedroomþthe bedroom she shared with Jack. "Mom? Mom, can you come here?" Susan wandered over to the bedroom door and swallowed hard as she pushed open the door... she didn't know what to expect. Little Jimmy was sprawled naked on her marital bed, his hard little cock sticking straight up in the air. He grinned at her as she stood shocked in the doorway. "Come on, Mom. I want you to do it some more." Jimmy smiled and stroked the smooth shaft of flesh. Susan slowly moved toward her son. A squeak escaped from her throat, but she finally put some words together. "Jimmy, sweetheart... you can't just expect me to do that all the time. Your weiner will get sore and so will my mouth." She already noticed slight red marks running up and down his dick. "I want to squirt some more goo in your mouth. You like it don't you?" "Of course I do, honey. But that's not the point. We can't do it all the time because... because it's not right." Susan thought back to the first time she had sinned by slurping her son's orgasming penis into her mouth. She could have prevented this back then. Jimmy looked dejected. "Can you at least play with it for me. Touch it and make it squirt in your hand?" "No. But I'll watch you do it if you want." Susan crossed her arms and braced herself safely against the dresser, across the room from the bed. Jimmy shook his head in disappointment, but proceeded to jack off with a rhythmic stroke of his hand. That night Tessa dreamed she was a model. She was standing in line at an audition. It was her first real attempt to get "noticed" and make some big money in the modelling world. Her parents had given her tons of support, and her father had lined up this photo shoot through a friend of his. There were lots of other pretty girls here. Tessa felt inadequate. There was one tall black girl in front of her who seemed like someone created her to spec instead of allowing her to grow up. The girl, whose name was apparently Charmaine, had long sinewy legs that flowed up under a tiny black miniskirt. Her puffy white blouse would have been virginal but for its gauziness. Tessa twice thought she'd seen Charmaine's big dark nipples through the blouse, but then realized it had been just an illusion because the girl was wearing a bra þ a lacy black bra. But it turned out that Charmaine was a really nice girl, and they had gotten into a long conversation about the business and how it was so hard to break into it. It was Tessa who first brought up the subject of sex. She naively said, "I don't think it's worth laying your body on the line and fucking your way into a job." Charmaine smiled, and countered with an anecdote about Morgan Fairchild. "She was an ugly bitch when she got out of high school. But she wanted to be a star, and she knew that the guys who made stars liked to think with their dicks. So she put out a little at the beginning. Now look where she is... or at least where she got to." Tessa agreed, but maintained that she could never do such a nasty thing. "Honey," Charmaine said, "I've seen plenty of girls who said that and did just the opposite. You'll see what you'll do when push comes to shove." Charmaine hugged Tessa and the blonde girl felt big ebony tits mash against her own pert set. "Would you do it?" Tessa whispered into Charmaine's ear. "I've done it, baby... and I'd do it again." Charmaine led her over to the wall, where some of the other girls had sat down waiting for the line to start moving. She whispered back: "There was this one guy who had the contract for a big music video. I wanted to be in that thing... it was Michael Jackson's new one. Anyway, this guy told me to get naked and lie on the kitchen table while he stuffed this big fucking cucumber up my twat. It hurt like a bastard, but I grinned and groaned and he ended up jerking off all over my cashmir sweater. Then the creep gave the part to someone else." Charmaine pulled away from Tessa's ear and smoothed out her miniskirt. Tessa watched the dark brown fingers travel over the black material. She was dumbfounded... and her pussy was buzzing with inexplicable fervour. Did that horrible story actually make her horny? Maybe it was the thought of the guy's cum splattering all over Charmaine's sweater-clad melons. "So you... let the guy fuck you with a cucumber?" It was Tessa's incredulous tone that made Charmaine laugh, but she quickly recovered and whispered seriously to her new friend: "If you want into this sleazy business, you've got to be a bit of a sleaze." Tessa suddenly had the urge to kiss Charmaine. She was looking down at the dark, full lips in front of her and she licked her own lips. She whispered at Charmaine, "Thanks for all the advice." She paused, and then quickly pecked at Charmaine's lips. They felt incredibly soft and luscious. Charmaine hugged her close and whispered into her ear: "I've got another set of lips that might need some kissing later if I meet up with any more cucumbers." They both laughed but neither failed to recognize the overtly lesbian invitation that Charmaine had made. Inside the huge soundstage, Charmaine and Tessa were herded off with two other girls. The girls both looked like model superstars and Tessa was surprised that they even had to try out for anything. Fatima, the shorter of the two girls, was a busty East Indian girl with beautiful straight black hair that was combed back over her bare shoulders. Fatima was wearing a strapless corset and Tessa wondered how her huge tits stayed put. The other girl was Wendy, a cute strawberry blonde who could have been a classmate of Tessa's if it wasn't for her obvious maturity and worldliness. Comparing herself to Fatima and Wendy, Tessa was glad to see she didn't end up being the shortest in the group, and she thought that her own tits were a bit bigger than Wendy's. A fat man with absolutely no hair on his head (Tessa thought of Cueball) came in and told the girls to sit down in the folding chairs against the wall. "Okay, ladies," the fat guy announced, "I'm Carl, and I'll be your mamma and your papa for the next few hours. We've got a tight schedule, so if you think you need to take a break... well, let's just put it this way: Mr. Rawlins won't be happy about any delays so if you fell like you have to take a piss... hold it." Wendy's hand popped up. "What?" Carl seemed annoyed. "What if we're in the middle of a scene and we have to go really bad?" Wendy had apparently been through a similar situation before. Carl grinned evilly and said, "Maybe we'll work it into the scene somehow." Tessa looked to see Charmaine's reaction to that and the black beauty was as cool as (Tessa almost cracked herself up) a cucumber. "Okay," Carl went on. "We're doing two scenes from this film. The first is the bathroom scene. You've just woken up. You come into the bathroom in your PJs and there's a naked man lying in your tub. At first you think he's dead, but then you see his dick get hard so you suddenly realize that he's very alive." Tessa wondered who her father's friend was that would be involved in such a movie, but her pussy was abuzz and glowing now, and she dared not turn back. Carl scratched at his crotch as he continued reading from the scene summaries. "You get really turned on by the guy's hard-on, so you strip and start diddling yourself by the edge of the tub." Fatima threw up her hand this time. Carl acknowledged her with a grunt. "Would that be a good time to work in the pissing thing? I mean, the guy's already lying in the tub... should we piss on him?" Carl laughed. "That's not what Mr. Rawlins had in mind, sweet thing, but I think you and I should have a little talk after the screen tests are over." Carl hooted and tugged at his bag again. "Anyway... back to business... we'll do a bunch of close-ups of your body from all sorts of angles... Any of you ladies have some... uh... hangups about what parts you do and don't want to show?" Tessa watched: the other three were smiling and shaking there heads. She found herself shaking her own head, but then thought about how she hated it when they showed a woman's armpits in ads. Then she thought: I'll be showing a lot more than my pits to this camera. "That's really good, ladies... we had a bitch in here last summer who would not let us shoot her asshole. If she hadn't have been such a knockout babe, we would have sent her packing." Carl cleared his throat and moved a little closer to Fatima. "We'll be shooting the second scene after lunch. It's a little more intense, so I hope you all went to confession last night, because you're going to have a shitload of stuff to admit to after this scene. Mr. Rawlins wants to try something way out. You girls ever done any barnyard movies?" Charmaine groaned. Wendy shook her head. Fatima just smiled. Tessa looked shocked. Finally Charmaine saved the group by saying, "Okay, fat man, tell us what the animals want to do to us." Carl glowered at her for the fat man comment, but went on to explain the scene anyway. "You'll be in the apartment. The scene starts with your man pumping away at you... we can do this opening part anyway you want. But the point is, the guy shoots off before you ladies get your goodies... before you all cum too, okay? Then the guy leaves and you're left diddling yourself again." Charmaine cut in: "But along comes Fido and, lo and behold, he takes care of us poor little frustrated bitches... fuck man, that is the oldest can of shit in the book." Carl glared at Charmaine again. "Look, cunt... we just shoot the stuff, Mr. Rawlins decides what will work and what won't work. We're paying you twelve thousand dollars to do the final flick, so it might be worth getting a little doggie jizz up your gash." Charmaine held up her hands, palms out, "Hey, Carl... I'm not complaining about the money or the dog's fuckjuice messing up my clean black pussy... I was just saying that the plot's been used before. Why don't you have the dog wake up the lady in bed with his big long doggy-tongue? Then we get so carried away we return the favour." Tessa shivered in anticipation at the impending bestiality. Carl was standing right beside Fatima now, and he said, "Well, that sounds like a fine idea missy, but Mr. Rawlins is the boss around here and he's set the script." He dropped his gaze to Fatima, and Tessa was sure he could see right down that stupendous cleavage to the girl's belly-button. "What do you think about having a doggy poking his dirty dinky into your cunt, lady?" Fatima craned her neck up to see over Carl's gut and look into his face. "I don't mind a romp with the dog, but wouldn't you much rather climb into a bathtub with me and let me pee all over you?" Tessa bit at her lip, she felt a wet spot forming on her chair. What was happening to her? She found herself staring just below the roundness of Carl's girth and thought she saw a lump forming in his loose cotton pants. Her suspicions were confirmed when Carl said to Fatima, "Girl, you are one kinky bitch. If I whipped out my cock right know I bet you'd suck me off, wouldn't you?" Fatima just smiled. Wendy turned in her chair, which was beside Fatima's and said, "Okay, Carl, she wants you to fuck her face, let's see what you can do." Tessa and Charmaine looked at each other and rolled their eyes. How could Fatima be such a slut? Carl pulled down his fly and looked around. He was apparently afraid of throwing off the production schedule with this unplanned little diversion. When he finally did haul out his cock, Tessa was quite impressed. She nudged Charmaine and said, "The fat guy's hung not too bad, huh?" "For a white guy, yeah," Charmaine quipped. Fatima virtually jumped on Carl's penis. She had it in her mouth before his hands moved away and she began pumping the base of his shaft with her fist like a pro. Wendy giggled, "Go easy, Fatima. You'll vacuum the guy inside out." Fatima broke off to respond to her peer, "I want him to cum in my mouth before we have to get to work. Then I'll give you a big kiss so you can taste him too, okay?" Wendy snickered at Fatima's bizarre offer. "That's okay Watersports Queen, I'll find a cock of my own to suck, thanks." Tessa hadn't even noticed, but while she was watching and listening to Wendy and Fatima, she had leaned over and rested her hand on Charmaine's thigh. When she suddenly noticed the heat she pulled it away suddenly. Charmaine said quietly, "Don't move your hand on my account; I was kind of hoping you'd put it under my skirt and check out the territory." Tessa smiled. "I'd love to get a grip on your hot black cunt, but I think we're going to be working in a second." "You're a sweet girl, Tessa. Can I see you again after this tryout, even if one of us gets the part?" "Sure." "You know what I want to do to you?" Tessa gulped as her mind raced with the possibilities. "I want my boyfriend to fuck you and then I'll eat his cum out of your sweet little pussy." Tessa almost swooned, but to get the picture right, she asked, "Is he black?" "Yep. Big and strong... he's hung like a fucking whale." Charmaine clasped her crotch hummed, "Mmmmm, he's something." Meanwhile Carl started huffing and puffing a little harder and Fatima's bobbing head slowed. Tessa knew that Fatima was trying hard to swallow all of the fat guy's spunk. Wendy was cheering Fatima on quietly and Carl was swearing under his breath at the ecstasy. "Suck it up, cunt," was all that Tessa found intelligible. Carl quickly stuffed his slippery tube back into his pants and regained his businesslike air. "You're a hot little slut, Fatima. And you'll do just fine in the screen tests." Tessa and Charmaine looked down the row of chairs at Fatima, who was wiping her mouth and checking to make sure her big tits were still inside her corset. "Yes, ladies," Carl went on, scratching at his balls the whole time, "we've got a winning scene with the dog... If you do it rightþlook like you're turned on by the muttþthen it'll work. If you start looking scared that he's going to bite or scratch you, then it won't work... and you won't get the part." Wendy piped up: "How are you going to be able to get the dog to sit still while Fatima pisses on him?" All of the girls laughed, including Fatima, but Carl stood furiously by until the laughter subsided. "One too many smartass comments is going to get you into some deep shit, little lady, and Mr. Rawlins had the clout to stop you from ever working in films again... porn or straight." The girls settled down even more. As the dream continued, Tessa was surprised how nervous she was about getting undressed with the cameraman, lighting crew, and sound technicians all watching. She thought she had psyched herself up for nude modelling. There were almost ten men in the room and she felt very self-conscious. "Let's go, baby, let's see those hot little titties," one anonymous voice called out. Tessa suddenly froze. She couldn't even unbutton her blouse. She stood under the hot lights and felt her bottom lip start to tremble. Charmaine ran in from the side and bustled her off-camera. "What's the matter, baby?" Before Tessa could answer, a booming voice echoed through the soundstage from a P.A. system high above. "Get that cunt out of my studio...NOW." Tessa burst into tears. Charmaine accompanied Tessa outside, almost certainly ruining her own chances at the part. Tessa realized the sacrifice Charmaine was making and she started crying even harder. "I'll do it Charmaine... I'll let a guy fuck me and then a dog... anything... but you shouldn't have wrecked it for yourself..." Charmaine smiled and hugged the whimpering girl. Tessa, even through her grief, marvelled at the cushiony mounds of the black girl's tits. "Hush now, child," Charmaine comforted her, "Those guys were slime. They had no compassion at all. If you didn't feel like slutting out, they should've understood." "But, my father brought me here and he should have told me what they were going to do." Charmaine looked shocked for a moment, but then said, "Well, honey... I'm sure your daddy didn't know anything about this shit when he left you here." Tessa finally mustered a grin through her tears and allowed herself to be guided to the nearest phone booth so they could call a cab. "I'll take you home to my place to get you cleaned up before we take you home," said Charmaine. Tessa awoke from the dream with a light sheen of sweat covering her bodyþand a buzzing urgency in her cunt. Julia Dupez was grooming herself in front of the mirror over her dressing table. She was naked except for a tiny pair of white silk panties. The white material contrasted strikingly with her deeply tanned Hispanic skin. Her high, firm breasts swung gently as she combed her hair. As she bent to comb the underside of her locks, her stomach creased neatly, without a hint of flab. Someone approaching would have been enthraled by the perfection of her back: the sinewy expanse of smoothness. When she stood up again, if he could tear his eyes away from her tits, the admirer would have noticed her tall, athletic frame. But at the moment, Julia was alone in her bedroom. She was getting ready for a party at Jack Hughes' place. She had been waiting anxiously for a full work week. Finally it was Friday and the party was tonight. As soon as Julia had left Commissioner Purto's office, she had driven straight home, not stopping at the Wentworth Tavern as she usually did on a Friday. She had been thinking about what Jack had promised for her. He was going to teach her the art of anal sex. She could hardly wait. In preparation for her lesson tonight, Julia decided to give herself an enema. At first she wasn't going to, but then she thought about Jack's big cock and concluded it would be better to have as much room up her ass as possible. So she slid off her tiny panties and went into the modest little bathroom in her apartment. She filled a 7-Eleven Big Gulp container with warm water and screwed the top back on. Squatting in the bathtub, she carefully parted her asscheeks and slipped the flexible straw into her anus. She paused, savouring the peculiar feeling of cold plastic in her butt. Then she squeezed the bottle and felt a soothing rush of warm water flow deep into her rectum. It was crazy how good it felt. She actually started rubbing her clit with her free hand. Her original plan to empty herself out into the toilet failed when she almost succumbed to an orgasm right there in the tub. Instead of running for the can, she let her payload flow out into the bathtub. The high-pitched sprinkling sound of water hitting porcelain intermittently stopped as lumps of shit smacked into the bottom of the tub. Julia continued to rub her clit and watched the disgusting effluvium jet out of her butthole. When she finished emptying her bowels, she stood in the tub and looked at the mess she'd made. Not caring too much, she ran the shower and rinsed herself off, patiently pushing the lumps of f‘ces towards the drain with her feet. She giggled as they simply piled there and clogged the drain. Now she got down on her hands and knees and forced each piece of shit into the drain with her fingers. "If Jack could see me now," she thought, "he'd never lay a hand on me for the rest of his life." She had completely undone the careful combing she had given her hair, and she stank like an outhouse. Eventually the tub was clean and Julia soaped herself up to eliminate any hint of shit-smell. An hour later, when she left the house, she was the perfect picture of a classy and sexy young lady. --====================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 |