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A Week In The Life Of Will McBride (Mg, MFg, Fg, FFg, FF,
by PlanetDweller
A series of speculative fictionalized musings about the interesting life
of internationally known real-life erotic photographer Will McBride, who
authored the classic " Show Me!" and other famous nude photography documentary
books.
(Mg, MFg, Fg, FFg, FF, mother/daughter, exhibitionism, voyeurism, erotic
photography, lesbian, menstrual sex, oral, pedo, etc.)
Copyright © 2001, PlanetDweller. ALL Rights Reserved
Day One . . . Routines Ne' Routines
~Monday~
The perfectly balanced sensations of both total pleasure of having my cock
gently sucked by nine-year-old Danni and total pissed-off-ness of having
Hans calling me this early in the morning at fucking damn six a.m. seemed
to portend the week to come. Danni soon was joined by her mother Melanie
at the root of my pleasure, slowly doing a sweet double-suck swapping off
to very real kisses with each other before returning their attentions back
to my morning wood. Cradling the phone in the nape of my neck as best I could
as my left hand happily petted Danni's hair and my right hand more forcefully
shoved Melanie's mouth down the shaft of my cock so I could go ahead and
come and she could then get up and feed Danni breakfast and get her ready
for school, Hans screeched his caterwauling chatter into my ear as the light
static in the satlink from Germany to Newark creaked and popped and my coming
did.
"That prospect still coming over today?" Hans-y asked me for the fifth time
in five minutes.
"Yes, yes, like I told you a moment ago, she and her 4-yr-old are eager and
motivated, so I'm sure they'll be here...usual compensation for them, since
they're virgies to this?"
"Five hundred for the non-contact shots, two grand for the contact ones provided
they're real?"
"Plus, Hans-o, no more bootlegging them even to underground mags without
me knowing and more money too."
"I'd'a said I'z sorry, Will, for that unfortunate incident...I swear it twasn't
me, it was one of my private customers...but yes, I'll make daaummm sure
they all understand the rules, or I'll cut them off from your swtufff, promise!"
Hans was a good guy, an okay guy and customer at least. Anything pre-menopausal
that walked through the door with any blood relative under eighteen that
would do either real or real-looking-enough "sex ed" shots was a guaranteed
two thousand for me minimum, oftentimes two or three or more times that if
he brokered them to the growing European hardcore porn markets. I knew he
probably made five or ten times more than what he paid me, just like my models
got paid a similar fraction of what I made. And Hans' franchise was only
for his German customers, not Europe as a whole.
"Okay...have any special requests today?...and you do know it's six in the
damn morning here don't you?"
"Naughhpe, no special order stuff for this week...and sorry about calling
so early, I can never keep the twime difference straight."
"Not a problem...talk to you later, man."
The shower door slammed shut loudly as Danni came in damply naked her Mom
right behind her both giving me a kiss on the cheech before dressing for
the day. "Have a good day, Willy..." Danni called to me before heading downstairs
to catch her school bus "...you too, Punkin', you too...".
Three years and some months ago Mel had wandered into my studio looking for
a job, any job, having just gotten fired from her waitress job at "The Newark
Diner" just a couple of blocks away because Danni had been sick for a week
and she had stayed home to take care of her. Her showing up when she did
was a perfect excuse to fire, hell, I don't even remember her name, my worthless
old receptionist and photographer's assistant and put this 5'6" 38D'd natural
blond with a genuine smile behind my frontcounter and into my life.
I had been doing erotic photography of adults ever since trying to make a
living wasting celluloid beginning almost five years hence and had been tippy-toe
experimenting with erotic photography of both children and families. After
helping with a session that involved a nude set between a mother and her
seven-year-old son and seeing the size of the check I wrote this model for
doing the shoot, Melanie point-blank asked me if I'd consider doing a shoot
with her and then five-almost-six-year-old Danni, for the same or better
money of course. I had a standing request from a French client that paid
a thousand minimum to as much as five thousand for such a set, so I told
her if she would agree to a "full contact" session with her and Danni I'd
pay her five hundred cash upfront. I also told her that these photos would
probably be published in so-called "Swedish" porn magazines in Europe and
the images of her and Danni would be out there forever. She didn't care.
I had done several mother/daughter shoots before for the underground markets
but that first one with my now two loves was special. Mellie didn't just
pose with her precious Danni, she seduced her for me and my Nikon, slowly
kissing and stripping her before making as wild and passionate lesbian love
to her as I've ever been permitted to watch, her tongue just bathing her
own flesh-and-blood like a mother-cat, calling her kitten to her lust-filled-heart
as the session wore on. My pants became blotted with come as I tried my hardest
to be the professional I am and focus on the job at hand which was getting
everything on film. But when Melanie coaxed Danni between her legs for the
first time ever as they lay on the prop-bed together in my studio and her
precious kitten-tongue licked her mother's clit, yes, I lost it, stripping
my clothes off and joining them for a few moments before realizing I needed
to finish the shoot. Money is, however profane, money.
Finishing the shoot I took them upstairs to my loft apartment above my street-level
studio in beautiful downtown Newark and we've, the three of us have been
together ever since, Melanie now being my full-time studio assistant and
Danni also helping out sometimes by still modeling for me, serving as a touchstone
to kids and families who might be nervous about doing erotic posings.
Melanie came back upstairs after waiting at the bustop with Danni. Spring
sun pierced its early rays through our clerestory window over our heads as
we snuggled close together, me naked and she still clothed.
"Remember the ten o'clock one" she gently reminded me.
"I know, I know, I know..." I grumbled in reply.
Because we usually worked both Saturdays and Sundays we tried to block out
Mondays and Tuesdays for days off, but when you're self-employed and have
to maintain constant cashflow on a more or less daily basis you takes your
models and your work when you can get them.
"Have you seen the little girl's photo?" she whispered as her hand played
with my cock.
"Yes, just the couple of Kmart shots she brought in..."
"She's very pretty...we should be able to sell full market across the board
for this one..."
"Yeah...you did tell her the scale of payment, from nude to full contact,
and you did get her to sign on the dotted line, didn't you?"
"Have I ever let you down even once, Willy?"
"No..." I laughed "...not even once." We snoozed another hour before getting
up, a fire truck whizzing by at full volume on Gregson St. not-so gently
reminding us that for the rest of the world it was a Monday.
Chris and her little four-year-old daughter Samantha showed up two minutes
early at nine fifty-eight as Melanie greeted them and lead them back to the
private studio area behind the public gallery of my "straight" works like
my wedding photos and executive portraits and such past Constance our receptionist,
handing their birth certificates to her so she could run them and make the
required evidence to keep things nice and legal should anyone ever question.
"Connie, no interruptions until we come back out, the usual, thanks"
Chris was starting to shake a little from nervousness. Melanie put her arm
around her and whispered that everything was going to be fine, that we were
professionals and had done this hundreds of times.
"Do I get paid today or when?" Chris asked with searching eyes.
"As Melanie explained last week to you, Chris..." I mumbled with mild irritation
"...we'll do some standard shots for 'your book'...you do have your and Samantha's
books with you, don't you?...good..." I chatted while flipping through their
sad homemade modeling portfoilios "...we'll give you both two or three of
your best poses for your book for free, per standard industry arrangement..."
"But what about the money?!?" she asked with rising concern.
"After we do your portfolio shots, then we'll do a short test series of
photos with you and Samantha, for which you'll be paid fifty dollars...just
nude shots together, no harder stuff...if we think we can sell you, then
we'll give you a hundred for a nude set together, or two hundred more for
a 'full contact' set with Sam...if your photos are published somewhere, we
pay a percentage of our fee, which could be several hundreds of bucks more
for you, but that's not guaranteeed...but the money promised we pay today,
if we accept you..."
"Cash?"
"No, check, we're a business...but our bank is right down the street if you'd
like to cash it today, not a problem."
"I want to do the full contact shots, Mr. McBride"
"Let's get started then."
The head shots for trades were routine. I had no intention of putting either
her or Samantha in my book, but I knew having my stamped photos in their
books would help them. After the head and three-quarter shots Melanie gave
Chris the game plan for the next part of the shoot, which involved Chris
undressing her daughter by our script and then undressing herself in sequence
for the camera.
"I'm on my period...is that a problem?"
"Nope..." Mel answered "...you'll just need to wear a Tampax with the string
cut off...'got some already prepared in the restroom...let me show you..."
As Melanie helped Chris behind closed bathroom door I offered Samantha a
snack of milk and cookies from the kitchenette area between this and another
studio set, she smiling and thanking me politely as noises of Chris and Mel
returning brought my attention back.
Chris stripped her daughter in wooden motions, and stripped herself even
more nervously as Mel adjusted the strobes and my camera clicked away. She
did not have easy or happy eyes.
"You've got to loosen up, Mrs. Walker, or you won't make a good subject for
the photos to come!"
"I'm sorry...I'll try."
Mel went over to her and kissed her full on the lips as they stood in front
of the white seamless backdrop while reaching for her freshly tamponed pussy
and shoving a finger or two inside her. Chris gasped hard for a second as
her daughter looked on innocently and for a moment thought about calling
it quits before composing herself.
"You have simply got to relax!" Melanie scolded.
"I'm sorry...I just didn't expect..."
"Expect what?...I told you that for the larger payments, you would have to
pose full contact with your daughter and possibly with other models too...I'm
a model too, Chris, in addition to being a photographer's assistant...William
just took a photo of us together...so, shall we continue, or not?"
She composed herself enough to where we finished up the initial set so we
could pull some contact sheets. Having Connie get for lunch for us all from
the deli down near Newark Hospital, Chris and Samantha lounged on the bed
in the boudoir studio room next to the seamless backdrop room, still naked
from their first non-contact session. The nervousness and pain on Chris'
face was obvious, but I knew that Hans and Michele-Jean and Joachim and my
other buyers wouldn't care so long as there was full contact between mother
and daughter and/or what was on film looked real enough if it actually wasn't.
Still, if she would relax and look happy they'd be a lot easier to sell to
the magazine market and make more money for us all. The fact she was a brunette
and a little poochy with smaller breasts would make it an even harder sell
outside my collectors' markets. But pretty little Samantha would make the
difference.
"Okay...you 'passed', Chris..." Melanie explained as she laid the first contact
sheets out on the bed "...here's a white pencil...circle the two or three
of each of the head shots for your and Sam's book you want and I'll print
them up before you leave..."
"What about the more hard shots between me and Samantha...can we do them?"
"William and I have discussed this, and yes, we would like you to, but you're
going to have to, simply to relax more...you do understand that you're about
to have sex with your four-year-old daughter and we're going to photograph
that, don't you?"
"Yes, I understand that...I'm very nervous about that right now, but I understand..."
Melanie explained the script to Chris and Samantha. Chris and Sam would be
dressed on the bed as Chris pretended to mend Sam's dress, taking it on and
off several times. Eventually she would take Samantha close to her and kiss
her and then she would get naked and then she'd make love to her, and if
Samantha didn't balk have her daughter play with her.
"I've never made love to another woman, Melanie, let alone my own daughter...you've
obviously been with a woman before..."
"My own pre-teen daughter, Chris, among many others..." Chris' eyes bugging
out when she heard that.
"...uh....would you make love to me now, so I won't be so nervous?"
"Sure...and Will will do his thing when we do..."
I had seen my Melanie with I don't know how many other models and simply
never get tired of playing the voyeur behind my lensed glass wall. Encouraging
Samantha to join them on the bed as Mel did her usual lesbian walk on the
wildside with the newest member to our modeling stable a couple of rolls
of film were ran since we did have one customer that had a standing order
for anything having Mel in it for a minimum two hundred bucks. Samantha seemed
transfixed for a moment as her mommy spread Melanie's legs and slupred on
another woman's cunt for the first time in her life. Then, time for the shoot.
Chris was much more relaxed. Samantha's dress came on and off her tiny four-year-old
frame as pretend mends to it were made before Chris took her nude daughter
in her arms and posed lip-to-lip with her for a lesbian kiss from hell as
they sat on the studio bed together, Samantha giggling a little sometimes
with a happy chirping "Mommy!". We then had Sam suck her mother's nipples
and play with her breasts before finishing disrobing and doing a gentle full-body
massage on Sam and then opening her legs wide and planting some sweet kisses
on her daughter's barely developing pudenda. Melanie coaching Samantha a
little, Sam at first turned up her nose a tad to her mom's slightly bloody
smelling twat but after watching Mel laugh while lapping away finally dove
on it as well, the three of them finally smiling and laughing together while
sharing the moment of monochromed sterile passions. Sterile because of the
surroundings but oh-so hot never the less.
"Melanie, my turn" I barked. She knew what it meant. Taking the camera from
me, my clothes were shed and I joined mother and daughter on the bed. While
I loved Danni to death and enjoyed having sex with many of my child models,
four years old was simply too young for me. Having swapped off roles many
times before Melanie knew exactly what to do and when to do it.
Keeping my face out of the shots I rolled Chris on all fours between Samantha's
legs and started ramming it home inside her tampon-filled pussy. Blood streaked
thinly down my shaft as I rammed the cotton cock deeper inside my newest
subject. Melanie knew I loved that. Clicking away shots were garnered of
my cock sticking out of Chris' cunt while she slurped away at her precious
daughter's own. Coming, that was the end of my momentary passion and the
session for today.
Out in the reception area Connie pulled the checkbook out. "Four hundred
dollars even, please Connie, for Miss Walker here." Chris looked puzzled
but pleased.
"For the extra accidental sessions with Melanie and myself, Chris...you did
extra work, so you get extra pay..."
"Thn,...thanks, Mr. McBride..."
"...it's Will, and it's not a problem..."
As mother and daughter modeling team pulled the heavy aluminum-framed storefront
front door open to leave yesbut with the unspoken knowledge that they'd
be back sometime soon Danni's school bus pulled away from the corner stop
as my younger lovely bounced in smiling past them scooting sideways as they
crossed in and out of the threshold Danni rushing to hug her mom and me
with an embrace of feeling pure and sweet our lives together happy.
A Week In The Life Of Will McBride - Days 2 & 3 - {The Cutting Of Whole Cloth}
~ Will, Will's primary assistant and significant other Mel, and Mel's nine-year-old
daughter Danni with whom Will and her Mom both have a relationship with,
help seal a deal involving clinically photographing an otherwise non-incest-based
"normal" family for a documentary psychiatric textbook about family incest,
and help the family become physically incestuous intimately comfortable with
each other prior to the actual photo session.
~Tuesday~
Melanie spooned her back to my chest gently nuzzling me awake as I felt her
reach and begin a slow grope of her most precious nine-year-old darling daughter
to the other side of her as she loungingly pulled her tighter to her with
one arm as her free one played with my rising cock working its head easily
inside her anal pucker . We didn't have a set sleeping arrangement, but usually
one of the two of my fine females ended up in the middle and me to left side
of the bed. That's cool. Waking to sensations of your significant other more
or less begging to be early morning assfucked while she rolls your other
significant other her own pre-puby daughter around to lazily sixty-nine her
while enjoying my cock in her ass makes any minor non-fantasy-fulfillment
like not usually sleeping between the two of them seem a paltry complaint
indeed.
If only Danni didn't have to get up soon and get ready for school. Damn.
I hadn't fucked Danni in several days. No real reason. Danni loved sucking
my cock as much as her mother's pussy and when the three of us played my
cock usually wound up in her mother's cunt or asshole or both and as much
as I wished different after one giant come it'd take me a good long while
to recover, meaning either Mel or Danni could have my come but not both,
not usually.
Melanie rotated her hips hard and ground them into me as I reached over her
to pull Danni's sweetest little mouth even tighter to her mother's cunt between
splayed legs the two of them enjoying a beyond lustful mutual suck while
my cock responded to Melanie's heaving orgasm and I came inside her dropping
like a balloon with the air being let out. I squeezed Mel's perfectly shaped
cantaloupe-size tits to check their ripeness as I rolled to my lay on back
and mom and daughter rolled over to me so we could all kiss. Ahhhh. Perfect.
"Gotta get you cleaned up, Willie..." my Melanie whispered as she scooted
to the bathroom to get the two of them also cleaned up. Coming back with
a warm soapy washcloth her hands lovingly cleaned my non-stained but still
bacteria-laden from just having been in her ass cock while Danni jumped
up on the bed to playfully suck on my nipples just to tease me a little.
"You...you perfect little...you..." I cooed to her.
"Thank you, Daaa...d...thank you, Will..." she caught herself and smiled.
Melanie and me chewed on cold bacon and hardening toast and still-warm leftover
scrambled eggs from Danni's breakfast made as we sat close to each other
at the dinette table and held hands and touched lips lightly kissing murmuring
sweet nothings to each other.
"This morning was perfect, Mel..."
"It was, wasn't it?...your cock was as hard as I've ever felt in my ass,
and Danni just loved the show while we sixty-nined, watching it go in and
out..."
"No...I mean...holding you close to me like that, kissing your neck, gently
massaging your tits while...while you and Danni made love..."
"While the three of us made love...Together, Will..."
"I'm sorry, Mel, it's just some times it hits me how lucky I am..."
"I know...me too..."
She stirred her coffee while our foreheads touched and my lips brushed against
her eyebrows.
"Golf still on for today?" she asked raising her warm cup to her parting
mouthflesh.
"Yeah...Doc Moultrie is still scheduled to be with us, her and her partner..."
"We still on for tomorrow, for the set tomorrow with the family, for her
book?"
"Yeah, as far as I know...I guess today we'll cement the final details...I
know it's not like a real day off, but at least we'll have some time together
and get in at least eighteen holes..."
" 's-ok..." she cooed back with understanding smile.
Dr. Hanna Moultrie and her partner in private psychiatric practice Dr. Mrs.
Janice Swoops arrived at the caddy shack for the old Newark Municipal Course
five minutes early for our ten-fifteen tee time.
"We could have played at Forest Oaks, my club, Mr. McBride..." first words
from her mouth scolding me already.
"I know, and thanks for the invite, but Melanie and I like this course...we're
not that good and we can at least break ninety here on a good day..."
We played the first four holes in more or less relative silence, exchanging
the most basic of pleasantries only. Finally on the fifth hole, a long par
four dogleg left, Dr. Moultrie's natural fade made her put three consecutive
balls out-of-bounds including one sweeping one that went had to be two hundred
yards askew and nearly into the parking lot.
"Damn!..Damn!!...Damn!!!" she began attempting to curse while hurling her
driver into the treetops to her left.
"Try your three iron and just get the ball in play, Doc..." I gently suggested
"...and then, why don't you tell me what's really bothering you?"
Her angry eyes lanced mine with enough force to make me physically take a
step backwards. I didn't want to be whacked in the head with a one-iron.
Dr. Swoops stepped over to her and grabbed her by the shoulders while whispering
something in her ear. She calmed down a bit as she finally put a two-iron
a hundred and fifty yards down the middle of the fairway to the landing area
for her second shot. All of us piling into the cart she turned to me as I
drove down the cartpath.
"Mr. McBride..."
"Will..."
"Mr. McBride, Will, you just know how important this project is to me..."
"I, we, know how important it is to you, yes, we know..."
"I just can't help but be nervous...there's a small possibility of arrest..."
"Between myself and your lawyers, Dr. Moultrie, Hanna, we thought we had
answered all those questions...you are a psychiatrist and this work will
be a textbook for your profession, so you're about as immune from possible
prosecution as you can get..."
"But what if the Smiths back out at the last minute, or God forbid during
the shoot?"
"Melanie and I are used to working with 'newbies', 'virgins', or whatever
you wish to call those unfamiliar with erotic photography...and Danni, Mel's
nine-year-old daughter and an experienced model herself, will also be there
to help, plus probably another couple of others...you know my track record,
Hanna, you've seen my work, so what's the problem?"
"I just don't know, I just don't know...this work will either make or break
my career and that fact is finally starting to hit me, that's all."
"Things will be fine, I promise, trust me, things will be fine..."
Doc Moultrie was more nervous than any first-time model even though she wasn't
going to be in "the book" herself, instead being the inspiration, writer,
storyboarder and all-around driving force behind the concept. I was used
to virgie models getting nervous before their first erotic shoot, it's part
of the business, but Doc was herself almost getting ready to pull the plug
it seemed like.
"Hanna, Dr. Moultrie...Dr. Swoops...let's finish up our round and head back
to my studio..."
"I can't, Will, I've got patients this afternoon and do does Mrs. Swoops..."
"Okay...the Smiths are supposed to arrive at the shop at seven tonight for
their orientation...why don't you come by an hour earlier, say six-ish, and
Melanie and her daughter Danni will do a photo session for you so you can
see what is and isn't actually done during a shoot...maybe, hopefully that
will calm your fears, okay?"
She searched my face for any sign of disingenuousness and then nodded in
agreement. We finished up our rounds, my eighty-four and Mel's eight-eight
strokeplay combining for a total of five skins against the Docs none leaving
enough to pay for the cart rental and greens fees.
A year ago when Hanna, Dr. Moultrie, had called first and then come by my
shop to arrange an executive portrait sitting for her office and for publicity
purposes things were ordinary and mundane enough. But I am a good talker
and an even better listener and soon I found out that her and Dr. Swoops
specialized in family practice concerns, including a lot of pretty sad child
abuse and incest cases. I also found out she and her partner played golf
and invited them to join Mel and I sometime, since we all could take time
off and play during a weekday. During a round at her country club's course
she told me about the idea for her book, a majorily pictorial textbook about
family incest that would be intended for her profession mostly but also for
the mass market as well. She even had a signed contract with a twenty thousand
dollar advance from Dell to produce such a book and less than a year to produce
it or return the money. Her main problems had been finding a photographer
she could trust and a "normal" family that would agree to become photographic
subjects of incestuous activities while never having actually done such activities
to begin with, her premise being that by keeping things as clinical as possible
there would be no "damage" to the family.
When she brought the subject of the book up and her lack of finding a non-squeamish
experienced photographer to partner with her, I made my pitch. With mild
risk, I told her about my work with lots of single moms and their kids and
even some nuclear families and how I sold my work to private collectors and
to agents in Europe who then selectively brokered my work to the burgeoning
black and grey and even legit porn markets in Germany and France and Holland
and elsewhere outside America. She didn't believe me. Not until I persuaded
her to stop by my studio once again and review some of my work, her mouth
agape as I pulled file after file from the fireproof cabinets of mothers
and pre-pubescent daughters and sons and sibling teen-agers and a handful
of mother/father/children families engaged in every sordid sort of sexual
activity.
After recovering from her very real shock, we signed a contract that night
for me to provide professional photographic services for her for her book
for twenty-five percent of her advance and a similar amount of any future
royalties. She didn't want my help finding the nuclear family which would
be the subject of her book, and I didn't push it. I did help her a few months
later when her deadline was approaching and still no family to photograph,
calling a customer of mine who was an executive editor at Dell and who also
happened to be one of my underground brokers and private collectors, an act
for which she expressed very real gratitude. But now she had possession of
Dell's twenty thousand for over a year and not the first photograph taken
or word written and even my contact with Dell had given her a hard ninety-day
final deadline.
Dr. Moultrie, Hanna, began ringing the doorbell incessantly even though she
could clearly see Connie our receptionist through the glass storefront scurrying
to let her in. Fifteen minutes early, five forty-five p.m. Yep, she was nervous
indeed.
Melanie and Danni were dressed in their usual clothes like they were going
to do a shoot for the first time, per my offer to Hanna of earlier that day.
Connie had agreed to work a little late and help out with the faux shoot.
She didn't mind. Connie was becoming quite indispensable to me and Mel around
the shop, not just doing admin work but also helping out with sessions from
time to time. She wasn't bother or shocked in the least by full-contact erotic
photography, not even when it involved children.
Connie escorted Doc on back to the boudoir studio where we were waiting.
Doing our best acting jobs to sell her on how things were actually done,
Connie went over the script for the shoot with them first, Mel and Danni
nodding their heads in agreement and/or asking questions like they had no
idea of what was to actually happen next. Mel pretended to get nervous, and
Connie sat on the bed with her holding her hand gently and talked her calm
once again. Great acting job. Then Melanie and Danni followed the script
to a tee, Danni acting out her part of having a skinned knee and Melanie
giving first aid along with kisses to make it feel better, kisses which then
went higher than her knee. Soon clothes were shed as Connie bounced around
adjusting the lights, applying the odd bit of makeup strategically, coaching
them like they were virgies to place this hand there or this mouth that way
or position themselves however as I clicked away and kept my usual calming
banter up, the session ending with Danni's fist up Melanie's cunt all the
way past her wrist bone, a sight which made Dr. Moultrie subconsciously touch
her own crotch through her pantsuit for a second.
"Okay...you've sold me, Will..."
The doorbell chimed once again. Seven o'clock on the dot. Mel and Danni scurried
to get dressed as Connie went to the front to let the Smiths in and bring
them back to the studio areas.
"See you in the morning, Boss!" Connie chirped happily to us as she turned
to leave and Dr. Moultrie eased over to the Smith family.
She never really said how she found them. I was curious but in the end it
didn't make any difference. She did furnish copies of their birth certificates
to us, something I absolutely insisted on, per my own legal requirements.
And yes their name really was the Smiths, Charles and Brenda Smith ages 33
and 31 respectively, and their three children Linda age 11, Charles Henry
called Hank age 9 and Tricia called Trish age 6. According to Dr. Hanna,
they were about as "normal" as a family could be, ordinary WASP's with a
comfortable middle-class lifestyle who lived in nearby Paramus, Charles owning
a couple of small auto parts stores and Brenda being a stay-at-home mom,
and having not a single instance of prior abusive or incestuous behavior.
After Dr. M. spoke with them semi-privately huddled to one side of the room
I could see the father and mother, Charles and Brenda take a couple of deep
sighs and knew it was time. "Charles, Brenda, children, let's get started,
shall we?" The plan was for tonight to be a non-contact session where we
did the usual test shots and such and for the full contact work to be tomorrow
night and the night after if need be.
"I know you're all very nervous, and for good reason...according to Dr. Moultrie,
except for the Linda and Tricia seeing their mother naked a few times, family
nudity has been the exception and not the norm...tonight, we're just going
to do some test shots, nothing too heavy, so why don't we begin with a formal
family portrait?"
Melanie and Danni lead them into the multipurpose living room suite studio.
Over the next hour with Doc watching we had them pose in various standard
family portrait poses, getting used to having Mel and myself position them
this way and that way, getting used to following gentle orders spoken but
not barked, getting used to having the strobelights and quartzhalogens hurt
their eyes a little, getting used to being gently touched and moved into
position for better angles, getting them used to the rolling click of my
Nikon motorwinder, etc. After an hour or so I called break while Mel rushed
the three or four rolls to the darkroom to pull some quick contactsheets
for them. Sipping Cokes and Pepsi and munching on chips and dip and cookies
and canapés while relaxing on the studio furniture they all rose when Mel
popped back in with the contactsheets and a couple of larger magnifying glasses
for all to peer through.
"Wow, Daddy, these are good!" Linda exclaimed.
"Yes, they are excellent, Linda..." Brenda acknowledge as she and all of
them poured over the results of our collective effort.
"You may have a full set of them, folks, for free, and you may pick a couple
of the better ones you like and we'll do full enlargements for you and put
them in some very nice frames for you, free, just our way of saying thanks
for helping Dr. Moultrie and us out."
"Thanks, Mr. McBiddle..." Charles misspoke.
"McBride...just call me 'Will'..."
"Will...thanks Will, that is very thoughtful of you indeed..."
"Why doesn't everyone take a bathroom break now, and then we'll get started
with the other test shots?...Melanie and Danni will show you where."
Mel brought them into the seamless backdrop studio area where they would
lose some of their innocence tonight in exchange for money (I assumed, never
really asked) and wisdom. I let them mill around a little looking at the
different backdrops and props before calling for their attention as Melanie
handed each a copy of the prepared script for tonight.
"We use a script for a couple of good reasons...one is to make you feel more
comfortable about things, so you know we're not winging this by the seat
of our pants...second, all of our time is valuable and a script insures that
little if any is wasted...feel free to ask any questions..."
"Are we all gonna see each other naked, like it says here?" Hank the nine-year-old
son interjected.
"Yes, Hank, like it says in the script..."
"So I'll get to see Mama and Linda naked?"
"Yes, that's what the script call for..."
"Neat-o!!!..." Hank finished, his mother visibly starting to blush.
"Let's begin, shall we...what does the script say, Hank?"
"Father and mother undress each other in front of their children as the children
watch..."
"Shall we begin then..."
Brenda, the mother, turned whiter than a sheet and ran to the bathroom fullspeed.
Melanie followed behind her. Dr. Moultrie scuffed her foot on the hardwood
floor in open disgust.
"Damnm, damnnnnn, DaMmNNNnn!!!..." she moaned while punching the wall closest
to her in mock disgust "...damn damn damn....I just knew this would happen,
I swear, I just knew it!!!!"
"Calm down, Hanna, calm down...Melanie's gone to talk to her...this isn't
the first time we've had to deal with a skittish model...Melanie's very good
at this, trust me, Brenda will be back, trust me..."
After three or four minutes of audibly crying and sobbing behind the closed
bathroom door Brenda finally came out, Mel's arm around her shoulder, easing
her back into the studio.
"Everything's okay, everyone...Mrs. Smith, Brenda's just a little nervous,
that's all...I told her that Danni and I would get undressed first and work
nude if that would make her feel better, and she said it would..."
With that Melanie walked the five or six steps over to Danni and they began
a slow, methodical but not at all erotic undressing of each other. Kicking
their clothes to one side, both Charles the father and Hank the young son
gawked openly at Mel's naked busty fullness of womanhood and Danni's thin
build with bald pubic path and enough slit to be visible, Charles starting
the beginnings of a hard-on visible through his pants to all.
"Charles!...stop that!" Brenda barked as her husband quickly removed his
hand from the crotch of his Sansabelts, Charles blushing a bit pink with
caught sheepishness.
Melanie returned to her usual position at the strobe charger and Danni scooted
near me as I suggested "let us begin".
The parents, Charles and Brenda, struggled a little with their clothes and
the script as Brenda first helped Charles out of his clothes and then he
her. As Brenda's panties hit the floor her son Hank began playing with himself
through the pocket of his pants, his mother noticing and scolding him, Dr.
Hanna for the first time jumping into things.
"No, Brenda, if young Hank wants to play with himself, that's okay...remember
what we're all here for...to create a picture book about loving family incest...tonight
or tomorrow or whenever you'll be having sex with your son anyway, so if
he wishes to masturbate, he may, by all means..."
"Thanks, Dr. M." Hank replied as he sat down in a director's chair at the
edge of the set .
"Linda, Tricia, do you also wish to masturbate while watching your parents?"
Hanna asked they shaking their heads "no".
My nude Melanie redirected Charles and Brenda's attentions back to us. Following
the script, Charles did the usual quarter turns and squats and bends and
such, then Brenda.
"Will, take a look will you..." Mel asked me as she peered through one of
the secondary cameras. Yep, unmistakable. While every woman's breasts are
of slightly different shapes and sizes, a full bra cup size in difference
not being unusual at all between the two, Brenda clearly had one breast,
her left one, two full sizes larger and a slightly different shape than the
right one. I called Doc over while Melanie snapped a grid filter on and told
Doc to take a look, to look and see how different in size and shape they
were. Dr. Hanna had a look of clear disappointment on her face.
"You were correct, Will, I should have 'auditioned' them or had you do it
before ever making the offer to them...too late now...we have no choice but
to continue with the shoot".
Mel went over to her probag and came out with "fleshies", some long thin
bits of flesh-colored silicone, and some flesh-colored make-up tape, Danni
fetching a barstool for Brenda to sit on while Mel worked some of her model
makeup magic. As Hank played with himself a few feet away, his finger-sized
cock now very hard poking through his zipper, even a naked Charles sat down
in one of the cloth-sided director's chairs as my Melanie positioned and
re-positioned the bits of pale rubber underneath and to the sides of her
Brenda's right breast, taping and re-taping, trying to build up the apparent
mass underneath to better equalize their appearance on camera at least. Satisfied
with her work, Mel lightly squeezed and played with Brenda's tit for a moment
while lightly kissing her on the lips, something Brenda didn't expect but
didn't pull back from either.
"Wow, fucking w-o-w!, Mom!" young Hank exclaimed as his cock spurted a little
come as he witnessed his first real life lesbian scene, sweet naked and equally
young Danni walking over to him to hand him some tissues to wipe up with.
With the parents nudes through, it was time for the kids. Per script, the
parents put their clothes back on and then Charles helped undress his daughters
Linda and Tricia and Brenda her son Hank. Linda seemed genuinely embarrassed
about letting her dad see her naked for the first time, holding her arms
tight to her chest, trying to hid the smallish less than handsize buds of
breasts as Charles just gently rubbed the cheek of her face, telling her
it was okay. Danni walked over to her and told Charles to give her a moment.
My very adult sometimes little nine-year-old. Danni whispered into her ear
for a couple of moments and then the two of them came over to me.
"Linda says she doesn't believe me when I told her that you and I, Dad..."
The first time that Danni ever called me "dad", ever, for any reason. I felt
my heart soar.
"...see each other naked all the time...I told her we also fool around, you
and mom and me, all of us..."
"That's right, Linda..."
"I don't believe you, Mr. McBriddle..."
"Will...it's Will...and yes, we're telling the truth, so help me..."
"I don' believe you..."
I shot a quick look to Dr. Hanna and she shot me a "what the hell" look back.
"I'll get undressed then, too, if it'll make you feel better..."
As I stripped Melanie reloaded the quickwinders and film magazines. Naked,
I pulled Danni close to me, kissing her reasonably passionately right on
the lips as I leaned over to match my height to hers, my hand cupping her
tight little nine-year-old buns as I pulled her close to me. Standing next
to us Linda just looked on, as did everyone else in the room save Mel who
had seen it tons of times before and was too busy getting things ready for
the next part of the shoot.
"Let's all get back to work, shall we, now?"
The rest of the evening proceeding according to script. We did the quarters
and poses with the kids, then had the kids help undress their parents, and
then did some formal group shots in the nude back in the living room suite
studio. As we walked the Smiths and Doc to the front door to say goodnight,
it was already close to eleven p.m., Dr. Hanna kissed me sincerely on the
cheek.
"What was that for?" I asked with mild startledness.
"For being the professional you always told me you were...thanks..."
"You're welcome!" Melanie and Danni and I all replied in chorus, waving to
her and the Smiths as a waiting cab waited to take them the few blocks to
the train station to head back into the city.
~Wednesday~
Wednesday during the day was one of those boring gotta pay the bills but
more importantly gotta do this sortta shit to keep appearing legit to the
outside world kindda gigs. A wedding. A damn wedding. I hate weddings. I
hate photographing them, I should say. The bride's almost never happy no
matter how good a job you do, they always want to jew you down and then don't
want to pay the contract amount because the pics aren't perfect to them,
you get sued for damages for doing a lousy job even if the work is so good
it could be exhibited in the Cistine Chapel, just on and on and on. Starting
out like all freelancers I did a bunch of them but tried to swear them off
because of the hassles, but needing some traceable income for IRS purposes
since a lot of my erotic work is, aahhhh-hhheemmmm, "tax exempt", I would
accept the odd one, usually one or two a month or so, if they met my fee
which was now a thousand even without enlargements or extras, just the sitting
fee and small proofs. A Wednesday wedding was unusual but not rare. I'd done
several over the years. They were becoming more popular with professional
couples, who couldn't take two or more weeks for a honeymoon so they'd get
married in the middle of the week and then fly off to somewhere and be back
in time to start the workweek anew the following Monday.
The only reason I agreed to do this one was because Ken, the groom, was a
client previously, he hiring me to do an executive sitting portrait of him
for his law office, and he seemed like a nice enough joe even if he was a
lawyer. And his new bride who worked in the same office with him as a lawyer
also seemed like a nice enough jill, so I figured what the hell. The wedding
was done by noon and the reception was over and done by two and off they
went, I promising the proofs ready by the time they got back early next week.
There were just a couple of messages waiting for me when I got back to the
shop. One from a potential "straight" client wanting some architectural shots
done of a house he'd just built, and one from Sandy Sanchez in Spain, one
of my "black" clientele. I knew what Sandy wanted. What he always wanted.
Man/boy and boy/boy shots only. I had only done less than a handful of male/male
sessions and didn't like doing them. I'm not a homophobe, don't get me wrong,
I just didn't understand the aesthetic involved, and the market for them
was a lot less than woman/girl mother/daughter mother/son or whole family
shots, so I told him if, I-f I ever ran across a m/b or b/b shoot opportunity
I'd let him know but not to call and nag me, he calling every month or so
anyway. His message was crumpled and roundfiled quickly.
Leaning against Connie's receptionist counter as I called Mr. Schwartz back
about doing a portfolio for the new house he'd just built out on the island,
Danni bopped in as her school bus speed away.
"Hi Will, where's Mom?"
I hadn't even thought about Melanie since returning from the wedding shoot.
I didn't take her with me because an assistant just gets in the way at weddings
anyway and hadn't gone upstairs yet to see if she was home. I pointed to
the phone and shook my hand at Danni to tell her silently I was with a client.
She understood and smiled "okay" at me and skipped through the front gallery
to the hall and then loudly clambered up the stairs as I finished my phone
call. Mr. Schwartz and I finally got to the bottom line, me telling him my
"sitting fee" for architectural was two-fifty minimum for the half day or
four for the full day plus cost of proofs and enlargements, he agreeing for
a half day the next Thursday next week.
Upstairs Danni was eating a bologna sandwich and drinking a glass of milk
while watching "The Young & The Restless" on TV while sitting in my oversized
Laz-Y-Boy, her usual routine after coming home from school.
"Mom left a note on the fridge...she's gone to get her hair cut...be back
by five..." she absentmindedly parroted while I saw the samesaid note on
the fridge as I fished a Michelob out from the bottom it.
"Scoot over kiddo...tell me what's going on..."
Danni rose a little and sat back down on my lap as I sunk into my chair.
Sipping on my beer I offered her a sip as she finished her sandwich and milk,
my arms cuddling her close as her eyes didn't leave the screen.
"Well, Katherine's husband is cheating with Jill who works for her..."
"I mean about school..."
"Ohhppsss...sorry...it's okay, nothing going on..."
"Homework?"
"Just some spelling work, that's all..."
"Everything else okay?"
"Yeah, Ddddaa...I mean Will..."
She almost called me "dad" again. I couldn't have been happier.
"Danni, if you want to call me 'dad', it's okay, if it's okay with your mom..."
"Mom said it's okay with her if it's okay with you, Will...is it okay?"
"Sure, it's okay...we've been a...a...a family now for almost four years,
I think it's about we started calling each other what we are..."
"I never really knew my real dad, he was killed in 'Nam..."
"Yeah, I know, Melanie's told me..."
"If you'd be my new Daddy, Will, that'd make me very happy..."
"Sure, my precious one...sure!"
I kissed my little one square on the lips while pulling her close to me.
Not like we hadn't kissed like this a thousand times before. Her hand instinctively
went for my crotch as my mine went up her knit blouse, my fingers rubbing
the buds of her tiny nipples atop her flattened chest.
"Wanna fool around some, Daddy?!?"
"Sure, my darling daughter, sure!"
We scooted to the bedroom arm-in-arm, me kissing the top of her head as we
went, clothes quickly shed once there and then under the covers. She and
her mother and I had made love so many times in so many ways, and even Danni
and I by ourselves a few times, but this time was truly special. She was
my new daughter, yes, but also my lover. My cock found the back of her throat.
I wasn't holding back. Hard, I flipped her over to her back and ate her pussy
like it was filet mignon, getting her to play with my cock to keep it hard.
Then sixty-nine, then I crawled on top for a while, then flipped her to all
fours and just started ramming away.
Footsteps. Melanie coming up the stairs.
"Hi Mom...'d-a-d' and I were just having some fun, is that okay?" my daughter
by acclaimation asking a question she already knew the answer to, her mom
smiling back her approval for the obvious nicer change in the level of our
mutual relationship.
"Sure, sweetie, you two finish your fun, I gotta start getting things ready
for tonight's shoot, come on downstairs to help when you're done..."
"I'll fix spaghetti tonight for dinner, okay?" huskily I whispered as my
cock went from my sweetest nine-year-old Danni's pussy to her asshole, she
loving being assfucked as much as her mother.
"Sure, Will, my 'h-u-s-b-a-n-d',..." she shot back only half-jokingly "...anything's
fine..."
We were finishing dinner a little after six when the downstairs front doorbell
at the storefront entrance clanged.
"Hi...it's us...the Smiths..." Charles' voice called out to us over intercom
"...we know we're a little early, but can we come up?...we need to talk".
I knew, we all knew what was coming next.
Yep, they wanted to back out. As we all sat in our living room, me and Mel
and Danni at my easy chair and the wing-backed one next to it, the Smiths
on the couch and on the floor in front of it, Linda the oldest daughter at
eleven years old sitting off to herself at the kitchenette table covered
in pasta-stained dishes, getting as far away from everyone as she could.
"So what's the problem, Charles?" Melanie demanded.
"We just...we just can't go through with it..."
"Why not?..." I demanded with equal vigor "...last night everything was cool...everyone
eventually seemed to relax and the shoot went real well..."
"We just can't..." Brenda chirped in "...I already took Dr. Moultrie's check
back to her this morning, and told her we wouldn't be here tonight, we couldn't
finish the shoot...I tried to call you, Mr. McBroom..."
"McBride...it's Will McBride, Brenda..."
"...but you were out all day as was your wife..." Melanie and I looking at
each other in amused silence for a moment "...and I didn't want to just leave
you a message, I wanted to speak with you personally..."
"...very decent of you to be so considerate...just out of curiosity...how
much did Dr. Hanna pay you, and why did you want to do this, anyway?..."
Long silence...Charles took a long gulp, then spoke..."...I originally went
to Dr. Hanna because I confessed 'feelings' I had developed towards Linda
when she was nine or so a couple of years ago and it almost ended our marriage,
but Brenda and I worked through things...I've seen Dr. Moultrie, errr, Hanna,
every other month since then...then, this damn recession hit...I've got two
auto parts stores I own but they're losing money...I need ten thousand to
keep them afloat for the next six months, things should be better by then...Hanna
knew all this and offered us five thousand cash plus twenty-five percent
of her royalties if we'd agree to do the book...I figured what the hell,
we figured what the hell...almost, almost enough money and I could act out
my incestuous fantasies, but after last night everything just hit home really
hard..."
Silence of regret for a long moment. "You wanna beer, Charles?"
"Sure".
"I could use one too..." Brenda slipped.
More silence as we four adults sipped our beers and the kids congregated
around the TV in front of us.
"If the money had been ten thousand, maybe...but it wasn't...in the end,
it just wasn't enough.
Gears turned in my head. Click.
"If you could get the five grand back from Hanna, and I give you another
five on the side, would you consider doing it then?"
"What then?"
"Doing the family incest shoot...I'm sure Dr. M. told you that this is how
Melanie and I make a substantial part of our income..."
"She did..."
"Actually, it's how we make most of it...if you promise to keep your mouth
shut to Hanna, I'll give you another five grand cash up front plus standard
residuals, if you'll do some private shoots for us, some family shoots plus
the kids by themselves...I write you a check for five G's right now, we've
already got your paperwork on file, and then you can patch things up with
Dr. M. tomorrow, I know she'll be relieved when you tell her you've changed
your mind..."
"That would get us out of our financial bind, Dear..." Brenda loudly whispered
to her husband as they sat next to each other on the couch "...can we speak
in private for a moment, Will?"
"Sure...our bedroom is right around the corner...feel free..."
Young Henry came over to us as his sisters continued to watch TV in the opposite
corner. One hand held Danni's as she sat in front of us, my other held Melanie's
as we cuddled.
"Mr. Will, are we gonna fuck and suck tonight?...I'd love to fuck my mom,
she's hot, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is, Hank..." Melanie replied with sweetly evil smile teasingly
"...I'd like to fuck her too..."
"Wow!" our young friend blushed.
Charles and wife came finally came out of our bedroom after about half an
hour.
"Will, Melanie...okay...but we want the five thousand up front tonight, cash..."
"I'll have to write you a check, Charles, but it's good, promise, you can
cash it at Pilgrim Savings Bank, our bank first thing in the morning...and
this is for at least three or four sessions as a family group, plus at least
four or five sessions with your children by themselves, as we see fit to
call...agreed?"
The two parents whispered back and forth to each other for another couple
of moments.
"Okay, as long as you permit us to be present when you're filming our children...and
we want full accounting on the residuals, and we don't want any publication
of us in the Western Hemisphere of your stuff, only Dr. Hanna's photos for
her book..."
"Done."
"And..."
"And?..."
"We've discussed this...before we actually do a photo shoot, we'd like for
you and your family to 'show us the ropes' if you will, Will...hahaha...joke,
sorry..." the tension in his voice rising "...if you and Melanie and little
Danni will introduce us to what we need to know, we'll do it..."
"Brenda?" Melanie shot.
"I agree, Melanie...meet our conditions, and we'll agree..."
"I mean, is this what you, y-o-u, really want, Brenda?"
Longish silence, a deep sigh, then "...yes...God help me, yes...I want to
fuck my son..."
"Alright!" Hank yelped from his place in front of the TV with his sisters.
"Hank, please be quiet for now, thank you...yes, I want to have incest with
my son, and my daughters also...but I'm scared...Charles isn't, but I am...if
you'll help show us the way, show me the way, yes, we'll be your models for
photo shoots, as we just stated..." Brenda finishing as her oldest daughter
Linda turned to rise up from her sitting cross-legged in front of the TV
bring her six-year-old sister Tricia with her walking over to her mom, Brenda
hugging them as their mother-only for the last time "...Melanie, I know that
you and Danni have a special love...show us how, and we'll let you photograph
us in any way you want, later, after tonight..."
Hank was already stripped down to his underwear before anyone realized. "Easy
boy, easy..." his dad gently scolded him a little while starting to get undressed
himself. I motioned for the girls to join us where Mel and Danni and I sat.
"Is this what you two want too?..." Melanie asked, the girls nodding yes.
"I just started my period today, Mrs. McBride...it's so yucky!"
"No, it's not...it's not, Linda...it's part of being a woman, of growing
to become a woman...and when women love other women, they love them, make
love to them even when they have their periods...Danni makes love to me when
I have my period, don't you, my sweetie?.." Danni nodding her head and replying
softly "yes".
"Danni will show you how women love other women while they have their periods,
won't you, my darling daughter?"
"Yes, Mother, of course!..." replying with sincere smile as she rose from
her sitting position close to us at our feet.
A naked Hank was already beside his mother his cock rubbing against her as
she rose to come over to us, he following her like a little dog trying to
hump her leg.
"Be easy with my girls..." Brenda pleadingly asked as she made motions to
begin removing her top.
"Of course, Brenda, of course Danni and I and Will will...of course..."
We made our way back downstairs to bedroom suite studio where there were
three different bedroom settings in the same room where we could push the
beds close together to form a giant triple bed and arrange the other furniture
close as well. I joined Charles and his wife and their nine-year-old son
Henry called Hank on side of the fuckplatform as Melanie and Danni and the
Smiths daughters Linda age eleven and Tricia called Trish age six congregated
a five or six feet from us in a group on the other side. Henry helped his
dad remove his mother's top then pants then bra and panties as we all watched
together my girls with their girls within arm's reach of us.
"I've simply got to be with my babies...do you mind, Dear?..." she asked
her husband "...do you mind, Will?..." we both shaking our heads 'no'. Hank
tried to go with her but his dad pulled him back with a "...just watch, son...we
three men will just watch our ladies for a while...you'll have plenty of
time to screw your mother, later..."
A fully-naked Brenda scooted on her knees over to the women's group where
clothes were quickly being shed and kisses and touches exchanged. Mel and
Danni were also completely nude and had sweetly sandwiched Linda between
them as they kissed and groped her. Brenda got on either side of them and
the sandwich become a triad cone of flesh.
"My baby, my baby..." Brenda cooed as her oldest daughter's top came off
first, then her training bra.
"It's okay, Mom...this is nice..."
"Yes it is, isn't baby, isn't it?"
Linda's pants were soon off as well, revealing a pair of white cotton panties
with a small pad clearly bulging front and back inside them. Danni reached
inside, stuck her finger inside her new friend's virginal cunt which caused
Linda to gasp loud and hard but then smile, pull it out to show Linda and
all the trace of blood which pinked it, then slipped it between her and Linda's
lips as they kissed and Brenda and Melanie joined them. Danni reached inside
her padded pussy again, frigged her harder and longer and more vigorously
this time than the last, sharing her daughter's fecundity with her own mother,
Brenda lapping Linda's menstrual candy from Danni's finger with a rising
passion which told me everything was going to be okay.
"Brenda, let's lean the girls back...you give Danni some head and I'll lick
Linda...Trish, you can watch or join as you like, okay?"
"O...kay..." little Trish replied with child innocence.
Mothers dove upon their swapped daughters. Mel patiently instructed Brenda
how to give head to a woman who's on her period without making too big of
a mess or eating too much of the actual fluid by licking towards the top
and down the lips and not just poking your tongue inside unless that's what
you really want to do. I fished some old towels from one of the bathrooms
that served as changing rooms also so Linda's flow wouldn't stain our good
sheets.
"Can I try?" sweetest little Trish asked.
"Sure, honey, sure you can..." Mel replied as she scooted off of Linda for
a moment, Trish taking her place.
Joining Charles and David a few feet away on the other side of the pushed-platform
triple bed we gently jacked our respective selves off a little while watching
our women. I had seen Mel and Danni do many hot scenes in our three almost
four years together but this definitely was one of the hottest. Charles and
Henry started jacking each other off for a moment as they fell into the rapture
of the moment but I didn't join them, they breaking their touches when they
realized what they were actually doing to each other.
As Trish's face became pinker and pinker and happier and happier from her
older sister's thinnish blood their mother joined them, their two tongues
driving Linda who was literally in the middle of their attentions to her
first real orgasm. "My turn, girls, do me, now, please!" Brenda asked with
a surprising nonchalance.
As Linda and Trish's tongues bathed the birth canal from whence they came
into this world so many years ago, Melanie and Danni scooted around and began
licking the two who were pleasing their mother so finely, Mel bathing little
Trish's cunt with kisses and Danni still slupring away at Linda's. A hand
on each head urging them to lick her "faster!...harder!...faster!", Brenda
came and came again, as we three men within arms reach of them did also,
our comeshots squirting the four or five feet across the expanse of the bed
to hit our ladies as they lay, we scooting over to hug and kiss them.
"Fucking incredible, Mel, Danni, just fucking incredible...one of the most
of fucking incredible scenes I've ever witnessed..." I muttered to them while
pulling them to me.
"It was, wasn't it?..."
"Yep, Daddy, I got so hot!...I just love Linda and Trish and Brenda...just
love them!...can they stay our friends, daddy, please?"
"Sure sweetie..." Melanie answered "...sure...if it's okay with them...",
Brenda and Linda and all just grinning ear-to-ear.
I whispered to Charles, and he nodded in agreement.
"Linda, my daughter...it's time for you to lose your virginity...I'm going
to take it, and Will is going to photograph it..." Linda just continued her
possum grin, cooing back "...sure, daddy..."
Mel and Danni went to the bathroom for a moment to get Linda's bloodtraces
off of their faces and came back as I was setting the lights and all up.
On the bed Brenda was sucking her son's cock as little Tricia tried to suck
her daddy's cock while he pumped a finger in and out a prone and happy Linda.
"Will...will you take some photos of me losing my virginity to Mom, too,
like you're going to do with Linda and Dad?"
"Sure, Henry, 'be happy to..."
"Do that first, Will, so I can have some more time with my girls..."
Crawling up to them on the bed Danni pulled the cables for the hand-held
lights as Mel finished loading my trust 'Kon and I began clicking away as
Brenda finished the suck of her nine-year-old son until his little cock was
as hard as it was going to get and then laid back down urging him to get
on top of her and stick it in. I bounced around them trying for the best
angles. Henry was trying his best, but I could tell he couldn't feel much
of anything, probably because he was small and his mother's cunt was, well,
not small.
"Danni, please help Henry, thanks 'Hon...."
Danni helped guide Henry's pre-teen cock inside his mother, Brenda reaching
down to help hold his prick inside her as his pumping became less frantic
and more practiced. I called to Mel for a reload as I clicked away she swapping
cameras with me so the sequence wouldn't be interrupted. The look on both
Henry's and his mom's face were that of pure unadulterated satisfaction as
he came, she pulling him out and milking his finger-size cock of all the
come she could squeeze out it.
"Fresh camera, Mel!" I barked as the focus now switched to Charles and Linda
and Trish. Linda was on her back, towel under her butt to catch her menses,
her little sister Trish lapping away at her bloody cunt while she tried to
suck her dad as best she could.
"Time?" Charles asked as we scooted over.
"Time!" Melanie replied.
Brenda and Henry also scooted close to us to join in.
"Mom, please help me...please help Dad if you can...I'm scared..."
"I know, baby, just try to relax..." she cooed as she began a slow suck of
her daughter's budding breasts and her hand found her bleeding cunt alongside
her youngest daughter's tongue.
Charles scooted down and around, nudging young Trish out of the way and positioned
himself and his cock at the entrance to his daughter's virginal barrier.
"More film, now, Mel!" I barked as she came scurrying back on the bed fresh
camera in hand for me, Danni repositioning the lights according to what I
asked for.
Charles pushed and pushed, but his daughter's hymen could but wouldn't give.
Pushing and pushing his hard began to wane a little.
"We'll help..." Melanie spoke "...we've helped do this before...just move
aside for a moment...Brenda, Trish, please suck Charles some and keep him
hard until I call for him..."
Brenda and her youngest blood Tricia began their double suck of their respective
husband and father as he lay on his back, Henry like the horndog that he
was trying to fuck his mother from the rear and she knelt with her daughter
on all fours to keep her husband hard as Melanie and Danni moved over to
Linda.
"Linda, Dear, this is going to hurt, but just be brave...this is what I had
to do with Danni the first time Will,...the first time her Dad tried to fuck
her...and Danni will tell you it was well worth the pain you'll feel...the
pain will go away soon, as soon as your father's cock is inside you..."
With that Melanie simply rammed her index finger all the way inside Linda's
too tight tunnel as she sat between her legs, Linda screaming a very real
scream of genuine pain as Danni sucked on her titties to try to distract
her. Poking her finger in and out of her cramping vagina Linda gasped for
air between the lessening screams as Melanie tried to rotate her finger around
insider her some to lo
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