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A Picture Worth Ten-Thousand Words (Mf, cons, young teen)
By Tiffany
Brenda had an obscene view of her father's tight ass, large
balls, and long cock as he sawed his cock lazily in four-inch
stokes within the tight-lipped sheath of her thirteen-year-old
daughter's vagina. Carly's thin white legs, bent sharply at the
knees and splayed out to the sides, gave Brenda a view of her
daughter she never thought she'd see, as well.
Brenda's first impulse was to rush forward and drag her father
off Carly. She could not understand what stopped her, or why she
stayed rooted to the spot at the doorway, hiding, though neither
could see her even if she were fully inside the room. Perhaps
going four months without sex explained her inaction. Perhaps
the sight of the largest, most masculine cock she'd ever seen
fucking the cutest, most adorable pussy she'd ever seen, short
circuited her motherly instincts. Only a flea riding on Tom's
balls would have a better view.
The vision was so shocking, yet so erotic, that a primitive part
of her brain seemed in control. Her eyes had a direct line to
her clit as she followed the obscene in and out motion.
Carly's pleas of, "Please, Grandpa, don't cum in me again," and
"Please don't get me pregnant," had no effect on Brenda. If
anything those plaintive pleas helped lubricate her panties.
Carly added, "Grandpa, I'll suck you. I've been good. I don't
wear panties anymore like you want. I let Mom see my pussy. I
touched her thigh high up on the inside, very close to her pussy.
I'll touch her pussy next time, I swear. Please, don't cum in
me."
Brenda's hand went up her dress, slid under the waist band of her
panties, her middle finger sliding into the wet grove of her sex,
as her father said, "You should have done as you were told. You
should have thought of the consequences last night. Now it's too
late."
He drove his cock in fully and doubled the length of his stroke.
Carly stiffened and cried, "Please, Tom, I can't get pregnant.
Give me another chance. I'll finger fuck her till she knocks me
away."
Brenda finger fucked her pussy vigorously watching her father
going for his climax. He pinned Carly's legs back by pushing
against the underside of each thigh, pounding his cock in her
cunt as Carly cried and flailed her head. Brenda found herself
trying to send him a silent message not to pull out, silently
saying, "Don't listen to her, Daddy. Don't pull out. Teach her
a lesson. Flood her womb with sperm. She must know she's
ovulating; I taught her how to tell."
She then heard, "Tom, don't, I'm ovulating. If you cum in me
this time, I will get pregnant. I can't go through that again."
Brenda said inside her head, "Again?" She then smiled and
frigged herself harder mentally saying, "Go for it, Daddy. Knock
her up again. Don't pull out."
Carly's small hands appeared at her small white ass cheeks. They
gripped handfuls of ass flesh and pulled as she begged, "Grandpa,
fuck my ass. Please, fuck my asshole. Put your cock in my ass
and fuck me hard, as hard as you want. Come in my ass, I'm
begging you."
Brenda saw Carly's pink, wrinkled ring blossom and distort with
the tremendous pressures being exerted from the pummeling cock.
The thick mass moved inside the girl's small body, plowing
everything out of its way, then tried to suck everything out as
the cudgel retreated. Carly's asshole puckered out on the in-
stroke, and sucked in on the out-stroke. To Brenda, a sudden
withdrawal of that monster cock would suck the kids guts out with
it; still, Brenda kept silently cheering Tom on.
As delightful as watching him fucking her ass would be, Brenda
wanted to see sperm leaking from her daughter's fertile pussy.
Carly's hands relaxed and dropped just as his buttocks squeezed
tense. He pumped sperm into her limp anguished little girl.
Brenda leaned against the door frame, humped her fingers, bit her
bottom lip, and came with her father.
White frothy fluid bubbled and seeped from the tight seal of cock
and cunt. Her father, having deeply deposited his load, paused
with the head lodged just inside Carly's pussy. His thickly-
veined shaft glistened. The creamy mass gathered at the base of
Carly's pussy and began to flow over her anus and down her ass
crack. He slowly sank his cock in to the balls, plugging her as
he wilted, lying fully on her small body, making her strain to
breathe before he rolled them both to put Carly on top.
Brenda sank slowly behind the door frame and listened. She heard
her father say, "I don't think the threat of getting you pregnant
is motivation enough for you, Carly. I'm beginning to think you
want to get pregnant. I'd better see you advancing toward my
goal, or I'm going to start letting out some of your pictures."
"Oh, no, Grandpa! No, god, I beg you. I'll do it, I swear. I'm
sure she's interested. I can do this. I know I can. I just
need more time."
"Your time is running out, Carly. If I don't get my pictures of
you and your mother sucking each other's cunts, you're going to
pay and pay dearly. As long as I have those doggie shots, you'll
take whatever I dish out, and you know I can dish it out. I
think your father might like a sample of your portfolio to keep
him warm on those cold Turkish nights."
"Grandpa, you wouldn't! You couldn't. I'll kill myself if you
do that. I swear, I will. If I do, I'll write the longest
suicide letter anyone ever saw. I'll tell them all the things
you made me do for your stupid porno collection."
Brenda heard a hard slap and a pained squeal, then, "Bitch!
Don't you ever threaten me. You've been threatening that suicide
shit for three years, ever since I made you suck off your dog.
Well, you're still here, still sucking your dog's cock. He's
fucked you more than I have. You aren't going anywhere, and we
both know it. You're going to do as I say, when I say, and how I
say, until I get all the pictures I want."
Brenda's brain sizzled under a steady flame of arousing images as
Carly slowly stopped sobbing. Tom's voice became softer as he
said, "You're almost there, kid. Don't fuck up now. All we have
left is the mother/daughter series, and the mother/daughter/dog
series. After all the cocks you've fucked and cunts you've
sucked, after all the vulgar and disgusting shit you've done, I'd
think these last two would be a cinch for you."
"Grandpa, she's my own mother. You know pussy makes me gag,
especially big hairy grownup pussy. Even that little girl's
pussy made me want to retch."
"Carly, you know damn well your mother's pussy isn't big and
hairy. Ten to one she shaves or keeps it trim, and you know she
keeps it clean like everything else on her."
"I know. I'm sure I'll like her pussy. It's just...she's my
mother."
"Carly, she's a woman. I told you, just look at her as another
female. She's a hot, sexy little fox that loves attention being
paid to her body, and she'll let anyone worship her vaginal
shrine. I could fuck her myself, if I'd lick my way up her legs
and kiss her fucking ass."
Brenda removed her panties and leaned back resting her shoulders
against the wall with her feet widely planted and her skirt
pulled up around her waist, listening intently as Carly said,
"She's not like that at all. She'll let you fuck her, but she
won't respond to crude come-ons. You can't just throw her down
and fuck her like you do me. You have to make love to her,
softly and gently. She's like a rare flower, and she likes to be
treated that way."
Brenda softly said, "Yes, Carly, keep talking to him."
Tom said, "You're probably right, but I can't keep a hardon
making love. I want to fuck her, knock her down, pin her ankles
behind her ears, and fuck her brains out."
Brenda quietly said, "Oh, god yes, Daddy! Shut up, Carly."
Brenda reached down with both hands and framed her aroused sex as
she imagined Carly kneeling before her with those big blue eyes
peering up over her mound. Brenda moved her cunt forward and
pictured her labia lips flowing over Carly's upturned nose as she
gently rubbed her pussy on her daughter's nose from the tip to
the bridge. She could feel Carly's soft pink tongue reaching for
her hole whenever she brought it within reach. She held that
image and heard Carly say, "I can get her into bed. I can eat
her pussy, and get her to eat mine. That part will be easy. I
just need a little more time to work on her. She liked my shaved
pussy. I could see that in her eyes, but she'll freak when I
bring the dog in. I know she will."
Brenda began humping and grinding her cunt in the imaginary face,
fighting hard not to cry out. Brenda had a new image: Carly on
her hands and knees licking her cunt with Skipper, their big
black lab, clutching Carly's slender waist while hunching his
back and humping his long cock into her daughter's pussy. Brenda
strained to hear more.
"Not if you do it just like I told you. Carly, we've been a good
team. I've never given you bad direction. You're falling apart
on me. I haven't come this far to see everything fall apart at
the end. I don't want to be mean to you, and I don't want to
ruin your life, but god damnit, I will if you make me."
"All right, Tom. I'll do the dog thing any way you want it done.
It won't work, but that won't be my fault. Let me get Mom my
way. I now know chicks, and I know my mom. I know both better
than you. And stop coming in my pussy. I'm tired of the fucking
abortions."
"I am too. This next one, you'll carry to term."
"Oh God!"
"My capstone picture will be you being mounted by Skipper in your
ninth month."
"You said these were the last two series."
"They are. This will just be one picture worth a thousand
words."
Brenda strained against the wall and bit her lip to silence her
orgasm. After a powerful climax tore through every cell in her
body, Brenda melted, sliding slowly down the wall to sit, bare-
assed on carpet with her knees splayed, staring at the opposite
wall and the family portrait thereon, another thousand word
picture with her husband centered and Carly before him. Annual
family portraits lined the hallway, and Brenda stared at the
latest edition. She and the other four kids formed the fringes
and background. They even had the family dog in the damn thing.
Brenda could not help but smile when she pictured her husband,
Frank, setting up the next family portrait eight months hence,
after his return from Turkey. Perhaps she and Carly would change
places. Carly's big belly would not be seen standing behind the
boys.
Brenda shook her head to clear the image. She heard movement in
the master bedroom. Quietly, Brenda turned to get on her knees.
She grabbed the panties and crawled to the end of the hall before
standing and slipping out of the house.
She saw no reason to return to the office with the computers down
for the afternoon, but she had two hours to kill before she could
return home at her usual time. She could have simply waited
outside for a few minutes before making a loud entrance, but
Brenda wanted to give her father every minute alone with Carly
she could. She had resisted the idea of taking Carly out of
school to sit with her sick father, but he feared having another
stroke with no one at home to call for help. Brenda was now sure
he never had the first stroke, and Carly was a virtual sex slave
to him from eight to four, five days a week.
Brenda realized just how accommodating she'd been. She gave up
the master bedroom so he'd have room for his photographic
equipment, his hobby. She broke her husband's firm direction not
to allow the dog in the house. Her father showed her a magazine
article that praised the healing effect pets have on the
chronically ill. Skippy became a house pet and they had to live
with his embarrassing erections, crotch sniffing, and leg
humping. Skippy was relentless in his pursuit of Carly. He
would actually jump on her, tackling her. Brenda and the boys
had to jump to Carly's aid. Brenda wouldn't even smack Skippy
because her father found this upsetting. She had to smile at her
gullibility and his cleverness.
Now that Carly couldn't wear panties under her short skirts, the
inevitable coupling would surely take place. That was Brenda's
first thought when she saw the flash of naked pussy. The flash
was intentional, and several more followed over the course of the
evening. Brenda interpreted the display as a bold gamble on
Carly's part that essentially said, "Mom, you better get that dog
back outside where he belongs, or there's going to be trouble."
Everyone knew that Carly was dead set against letting Skippy
indoors. The dog was hers, and she should have had the say. She
cornered each family member lobbying her cause, but Brenda made
the decision. Brenda understood Carly's anxiety. Skippy made
her life indoors a constant battle to preserve her dignity and
modesty. Her four brothers were no help. They'd jump in to
assist their mother, but Brenda knew they never would if she
weren't around.
A wicked thought struck Brenda, a thought that sent her finger
diving to her cunt. She frigged herself on the highway. Surely
there had to be a brother/sister series, a brothers/sister gang
bang series that included the dog.
Brenda pounded her pussy at the nasty barrage of images flooding
her aroused brain. Her sons' virile naked cocks raping their kid
sister, holding her for the dog to mount, posing her for
Grandpa's cameras. Brenda ignored the eighteen wheeler that
would not let her move ahead or fall back. She stopped trying
and kept frigging, thinking about the previous weekend she left
them all alone while attending a seminar. Yes, that was the
weekend they did the series. She was now certain. She had felt
the dirty secret they all shared. She noticed the change in
Carly most of all. She did not fight Skippy after that weekend,
and her modesty seemed a moot point to her.
She saw the change in her boys as well. They did not get excited
or move to rescue Carly from Skippy's assaults. Their eyes did
not bug out at Carly's shameless exhibition as she would have
expected. They looked, but with the look of familiarity. Brenda
knew something big happened in her absence, but she never dreamed
anything this big. She climaxed over the images in the
brothers/sister/dog series.
Brenda slipped off the freeway and lost the trucker in traffic.
She stopped at a shopping mall and wandered the cool mall
aimlessly, thinking unthinkable thoughts. There had to be a
mother/sons series. There just had to be. What pornographic
collection could be complete without one, or a father/daughter
series. He'd need that as well, and Frank was out of the
question. Why weren't they mentioned?
And then it hit her. Carly wouldn't be needed for either. If
her father managed to get a photo of his own daughter having sex
with a dog, he'd get his father/daughter series. Brenda looked
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