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A Week In The Life Of Will McBride 4 5. . Days Four Five . . . No Arguments
Here
Author Unknown
. . .
My right hip twinged with a bit of pain from sleeping on it too hard during
the night which was quickly counterbalanced by the perfect sweet lips of
my Danni on my cock she finished rolling over top of her mother who had occupied
her usual place between us during the night, my opening my legs so she could
finish scooting between as Melanie, Danni's mom and our mutual lover, roused
a little but not enough to wake from our five thirty a.m. slumber. As many
hundreds of blowjobs I had gotten from my beloved Danni in the three almost
four years together with her and her mom, this one seemed a little better,
and little more passionate. The nightstand light was flicked on so I could
watch that perfect face where that perfect mouth was work its magic on my
cock as her lips silkened it and her tongue roughed it up a little. Damn.
<BR>
<BR>
"Eurrrmmmphhhhh...." gutteral sounds started coming from my equally love
Melanie, her perfect 38DD's softly glowing in the dim confluenced light of
morning. Danni just smiled at me as her mother stirred a little next to us
and open-mouth whispered:<BR>
<BR>
"I love you, Daddy..."<BR>
<BR>
"I love you too, Baby..."<BR>
<BR>
"Daddy". She only been calling me that for twenty-four hours and I knew
I'd never ever tire of it.<BR>
<BR>
"Can we fuck, Daddy?"<BR>
<BR>
"Sure, Danni, my lovely little one..."<BR>
<BR>
"How you wanna?..."<BR>
<BR>
"Get on top, Darling..."<BR>
<BR>
"Okeee...."<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
She hopped on top of my outstretched legs as I lay on the bed and tried
to work my shaft inside her but for some reason she was simply too dry.<BR>
<BR>
"Want some head to lube up a little, my precious?"<BR>
<BR>
"Let's get Mommy up so she can give me some and make me wet...you know she
loves to eat me anyway..."<BR>
<BR>
I nudged my Melanie's shoulders a little but she didn't want to come out
of her dreamland. Finally rolling her off her side and onto her back, Danni
took one perfectly melon-shaped breast and began sucking that nipple while
I gently started biting and nibbling on the other. That roused her enough.
<BR>
<BR>
'What...what time...is it?" she coughed between spasms of pleasure.<BR>
<BR>
"Six o'clock, Dearest..." I replied "...time for you to give your daughter
some head so she can become wet enough for me to fuck her..."<BR>
<BR>
"Augghhh...ohhhh. ...okay...then can I go back to sleep?"<BR>
<BR>
"Sure my Mellie, sure..."<BR>
<BR>
Danni pulled herself up to the headboard and straddled her mom's face. Melanie
instinctively began licking her cunny even though we both could tell she
was barely awake. Danni closed her eyes and began to enjoy, rocking back
and forth a little as she gripped the top of the hand-carved old but not
antique headboard.<BR>
<BR>
"Okay, Daddy, I'm ready I think..."<BR>
<BR>
It's not like we hadn't fucked before. We started fucking just weeks after
the three of us her mom and her and myself all became lovers, when she was
just six or so. Hundreds of times since then, had to be. This morning seemed
very pleasantly different.<BR>
<BR>
"Okay, 'Hon, just ease on down, that's right..."<BR>
<BR>
Her mother had done her job well however non-participatory or at least non-conscious
her involvement just moments earlier. Danni felt as lubricated as any adult
woman despite the fact she was still very pre-pubescent at age nine. Her
fleshsheath covered my cock instantly as she ground her hips onto me.<BR>
<BR>
"Daddy...dadd-eeeee...you're so...." her words fading into the dawn's morning
tidal pool of light as she closed her eyes and Mel flipped over to scoot
next to us and started try to open hers.<BR>
<BR>
"Good morning, punkin', good my morning Willie...my...husband..." her words
slurping out with a sensuousness I had seldom heard from her. But I have
to admit that word she so carefully used, "husband", did something to me,
I'm not sure what, but it did trigger something primal inside me. Grabbing
Danni by her girlish almost non-existent behind I forced her down on my cock
h-a-r-d and almost immediately came insider her, she leaning forward to kiss
me as her mom joined us in a slow but deeply passionate kiss.<BR>
<BR>
I mean, we, Melanie and I, had never talked about marriage, not at all.
Yes, I guess I had fallen in love with her, her and Danni both, but considering
the nature of our relationship that of she and her daughter being openly
incestuous with each other every day and with me and the three of us enjoying
the fruits of the 70's and freely screwing what models we choose to it's
not like the concept of marriage exactly fit into my or our plans or even
thoughts. But when Danni called me "daddy" just the day before something
seemed to domino inside all of us.<BR>
<BR>
"Hu...husband?..."<BR>
<BR>
"Yep, that is what I called you, Willie..." she calling me by that contraction
she knew irritated me "...husband...and I am your wife...and Danni
is our daughter...marry me, Will...marry me..."<BR>
<BR>
We probed deep into each other's eyes smiling happy lying next to each other
as Danni crowned us by hugging us both as she lay on top of us, her flat
chest rubbing against our sides as my free hand groped one of Mel's melons.<BR>
<BR>
"I don't want things to change, Mel..." I replied.<BR>
<BR>
"Oh things will change, Will...they will only get better...promise..."<BR>
<BR>
"But...the three of us...our relationship together...and the fact that we
all enjoy screwing around with our models..."<BR>
<BR>
"None of that will change, promise...things will only get better..."<BR>
<BR>
Her smile just became more radiant. Danni kissed us time and again on the
lips and cheeks.<BR>
<BR>
"Please marry mommy, daddy, please marry her so we can be a real family..."<BR>
<BR>
"Okay, Baby, I'll marry my Melanie, my w-I-f-e...and then you'll be my daughter
for real, my Danni...":<BR>
<BR>
"Goodie!!!..."<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Connie buzzed us on the intercom that she was opening up. Damn. It was already
nine o'clock. Mel and I had fallen back asleep and evidently Danni had fixed
her own breakfast and gotten off to school by herself. She was becoming a
big girl, a bigger girl every day it seemed like. Nine o'clock. At least
our first appointment wasn't until eleven.<BR>
<BR>
Slurping some cold cereal down and taking a quick hot shower together and
throwing some clothes on we half-staggered still half-asleep and half-blissed
out down the stairs to the studio beneath our upstairs apartment. Connie
was already hard at work returning potential clients phone calls and dusting
the framed works and piddling in the studio areas and all. The phone range
again for the third time in ten minutes, a lot of calls for our modest shop,
and she answered in her usual professional manner:<BR>
<BR>
"McBride Photography Studio...how may I help you?..." some murmuring and
then "...yes, Dr. Moultrie, he's in, hold one moment please..."<BR>
<BR>
Triple damn damn damn. The Smiths had probably called her first thing this
morning and told her everything that happened last night. We'd have to return
our advance fee and everything now. Damn damn damn. Might as well get it
over with.<BR>
<BR>
"Will?..."<BR>
<BR>
"Yes, Hanna...Dr. Moultrie, how can I be of help to you this morning?..."<BR>
<BR>
"You were of such help to me last night, I just had to call you this morning
and thank you..."<BR>
<BR>
What the fuck was she talking about? If anything I screwed up last night,
big time, even it did mean huge sales of the action photos we took. I should
have kept my word to the Doc, been more professional about things.<BR>
<BR>
"...uh...uh...sure...Doc..."<BR>
<BR>
"You really don't know what I'm talking about, do you?"<BR>
<BR>
"...uh...uhhmmmm....no, honestly, I don't..."<BR>
<BR>
"Charles and Brenda Smith called me this morning first thing and told me
everything that happened last night..."<BR>
<BR>
Oh shit! Ohhh Fucking Shit!!!<BR>
<BR>
"...and I owe you a debt of gratitude for what you and Melanie and Danni
did...sincerely..."<BR>
<BR>
"...But I thought you wanted the initial photo session for your book to be
from a family with no prior actual incestuous contact before that first session...I
thought it was important for your book..."<BR>
<BR>
"...Well, I and Dr. Swoops have talked things over for the past hour and
we really feel there's no harm done...if anything, what you and your wife
and daughter did last night probably helped the situation, probably made
the sessions we scripted for the book easier to do...couple of things, though..."<BR>
<BR>
Here it comes, the big one, the big ones...<BR>
<BR>
"...I want full access to all the photos you did last night for possible
use in my book..."<BR>
<BR>
"...k-k-ka-y-y..."<BR>
<BR>
"...access to all future photos you might take of the Smiths and their children...and,
since you tried to bootleg what you did last night and weren't going to tell
me, were you?..."<BR>
<BR>
Dead silence on my end...<BR>
<BR>
"...while you can keep the advance, no share of the royalties from my book,
and no marketing of any photos you take of them even to your private collectors
anywhere inside the Western Hemisphere...do we have a deal, Mister McBride?"<BR>
<BR>
"...Dea-ulll..."<BR>
<BR>
"Good...the Smiths will contact you today about doing another photo shoot
for the book, and they'll let me know when...g'day, Mis-ter McBride..." she
finished as she quickly hung up before I could say another word. At least
everything was still more or less intact, and I had a whole new stable of
parents and child models to work with.<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
My eleven o'clock was in and out in fifteen minutes. Connie and Mel and
I hung out in the back at the kitchenette area off of the bedroom suite stuido
eating our Chinese from Wong's Right Peking Deli down the street, stuffing
egg noodle and rice and sweet 'n sour pork and Cantonese chicken down our
throats.<BR>
<BR>
"Mel proposed to me this morning, Connie, and I accepted..."<BR>
<BR>
"Well, congratulations you two, it's about damn time!..." we looking a bit
startled at the first curseword, "damn", we had ever heard out of our sweet
middle-aged divorced housewife single mom of two's mouth, ever.<BR>
<BR>
"You will come to our wedding, won't you, Connie?..."<BR>
<BR>
"Why of course, Melanie, of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world...when
it is it?.."<BR>
<BR>
"We haven't decided...soon, probably...Danni really wants Will to become
her real daddy..."<BR>
<BR>
"...as she should...I'm just so happy for you all..."<BR>
<BR>
"...we are too...."<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
The afternoon had only two appointments. One was a nice-looking pregnant
model with her seven-year-old daughter whom I already had an eight hundred
dollar minimum presale on and the second one were two teen-age daughters
of a friend of Connie's who wanted to teach them a lesson about the real
world of nude modeling. Somehow these girls had gotten into their heads that
they were to be famous stars and the way to get started was to start posing
nude, by themselves and with each other. Alexandra, Connie's friend from
way back, had asked her to ask us if we'd agree to do a "shock therapy" session
with them to try to dissuade them and because we thought so much of Connie
had agreed to help at no cost to Alexandra.<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Frita, our late second trimester pregnant model and Jercialla her seven-year-old
daughter arrived fifteen minutes late for their one o'clock shoot.<BR>
<BR>
"The redline from midtown was delayed, something on the tracks..." she explained
as she and Mel and I exchanged hugs and she headed back to the studio area
to change.<BR>
<BR>
We had used Frita before, once a couple of years back for a standard solo
nude modeling set which sold but not for much and again last year for a faux
lesbian set with a black chick which also sold and was printed in Europe
in a couple of mags but didn't do as well as expected either. Frita was of
Hispanic descent but looked only vaguely so, her eyes and hair being the
giveaway if you really looked close. At just five two she was short for a
figure model but more than made up for it with her 34B but perfectly pyramid-shaped
breasts and perfect ass. Jercialla was your typical seven-year-old except
for her obvious interracial features, mainly her tight curly hair and deep
freckles that were given to her by her light-skinned Afro-American father.
Frita assured us that she knew what to expect from the session with her daughter
and while she'd never done anything like it before was cool with the idea.<BR>
<BR>
"Go ahead and change into the nightie on the bed, Frita..." said Mel "...and
ask Jer-cee-all..."<BR>
<BR>
"Everyone just calls her 'Jerry' for short..."<BR>
<BR>
"...ask Jerry to also put on her similar nightie which is on the bed
with yours..."<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
It is good working with experienced models. No freaking out, no nasty surprises.
Lots of shots of her penduling breasts and swelling belly, per my pre-sale's
request, along with some open-leg gyno shots of her swollen pussy.<BR>
<BR>
"Jerry?..."<BR>
<BR>
"Yes, Miss Melanie?..."<BR>
<BR>
"It's time for you and your mommy to pose together...is that okay?..."<BR>
<BR>
"Yes, Miss Melanie..."<BR>
<BR>
"Okay, now both of you up on the bed...that's right...and Jerry, now take
your mother's breast into your hand and play with it some, that's a good
girl..." Mel kept her banter up as she and I both clicked away "...now suck
on her nipple some, just like you did when you were little...that's right,
that's a very good girl!...you're an excellent model, Jerry!..."<BR>
<BR>
"Thank you, Miss Melanie..."<BR>
<BR>
"You're welcome...now Frita..."<BR>
<BR>
"Uh-hu?..."<BR>
<BR>
"What are you comfortable doing with Jerry?..."<BR>
<BR>
"Anything you ask, Mel..."<BR>
<BR>
"Anything?"<BR>
<BR>
"...anything...it's okay...we talked about it before agreeing to do the shoot..."<BR>
<BR>
"Okay then...Frita, lay down on the bed kinda three-quarters propped up on
the pillows and open your legs wide for me...that's it...now Jerry..."<BR>
<BR>
"Yes Miss Melanie?..."<BR>
<BR>
"Just call me Melanie is fine, Jerry, you're sweet..."<BR>
<BR>
"Melanie..."<BR>
<BR>
"Jerry, scoot between your mother's legs and lick her pussy for us, honey..."
Jerry looked very confused for a moment until Mel went over and showed her
what she meant by licking Frita where and how she wanted Jerry to.<BR>
<BR>
"Oh, 'kee...sorry Miss...sorry Melanie..."<BR>
<BR>
"Not a problem...just lick your mommy where I showed you...that's it...good
girl, good girl..." A look of increasing bliss came over Frita's face "...now
touch and play with her pussy some, that's it, very good girl indeed!...now
Frita, your turn, give Jerry some head and play with her cunny some and that'll
be a wrap..."<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
I also had Frita tit-fuck her daughter's little slit with her swollen mammaries,
rubbing her nipples up and down Jerry's tiny crack too and then had Frita
give her little one some anallingus and then that was indeed a wrap. Frita
was obviously excited from the shoot, milk leaking from the collostrumed
teets.<BR>
<BR>
"Will...Mel...I know you guys aren't married and fool around with models
some..." Frita expressed as she got off the bed to come over to us as we
began our windown from the shoot.<BR>
<BR>
"We are going to be married, sometime next month, Frita..." Mel replied with
quick haste.<BR>
<BR>
"Well, we three did fool around some that first shoot we did..."<BR>
<BR>
"Yes we did, didn't we, Mel?..." my eyes meeting Melanie's.<BR>
<BR>
"Oh, what the hell, Will, will you fuck me, Mel, do you mind, wanna fuck
too?...it's been so long, haven't had any since the night I got pregnant..."<BR>
<BR>
I just didn't have the heart to tell Frita that the one time we three fooled
around she was incredibly lousy lay for me and less of a lesbian lay for
Mellie.<BR>
<BR>
"Sorry Frita, but we've got a busy schedule for the rest of the day, we just
don't have time, I hope you understand, maybe another time..."<BR>
<BR>
A look of mildly depressed disappointment came over her face with a "oh,
okay, maybe another for sure?" muttering, we nodding a silent polite "yes"
in reply. The few times I've made love to pregnant women I actually enjoyed
them and Melanie also enjoys them as well but with Frita, we knew, well...<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
I went to my small office just off the reception area to return some phone
calls and nail a couple more appointments down. A new printout glared at
me from the old Telex machine. I bought the nearly worn-out used machine
just five months previous after repeated naggings from some of my European
customers who got tired of the dollars-per-minute voice phone charges and
told me very correctly that as much international business as I was doing
now I needed to get with the times and have a Telex installed. But between
a five or more hundred dollar a month phone bill and an equal amount of Telex
charges I really wondered how much if any money I was saving.<BR>
<BR>
"Need new mother/daughter/son session set ASAP, 50 shot contact sheet proofs,
$950 USD guaranteed plus standard residuals, standard 24 hr. wire transfer
payment after receipt, no blacks or asians, west Eur. Sales only, reply if
can do, Jules, Minotaur Publications, Stockholm."<BR>
<BR>
"Jules, have strong possibility this coming Saturday, will telex back if
they do show, but need minimum $2,000 USD as model is not financially driven,
but she is a looker and kids are too, reply back if offer accepted, Will."<BR>
<BR>
Jules knew I asked for two cause I actually wanted one-five, that's the
game you play in this business, but what he didn't know was that I already
had enough pre-sales to private collectors to more than cover four times
over this potential model's fee of two thousand even, so this extra was even
more gravy.<BR>
<BR>
"Will?..Mr. Charles Smith on line one for you..." Connie buzzed me over the
intercom.<BR>
<BR>
"Yes Charles, good to hear from you..."<BR>
<BR>
"Thanks Will, thanks for taking my call..."<BR>
<BR>
"No problem...what can I do for you..."<BR>
<BR>
"Dr. Moultrie said she called you this morning and worked things out with
you..."<BR>
<BR>
"Yes, she did...we need to arrange a time for more studio work..."<BR>
<BR>
"That's what I'm calling about...what about later this evening?"<BR>
<BR>
"That's no good...and tomorrow's real busy, and this weekend's even busier
for me..."<BR>
<BR>
"What about tomorrow night?"<BR>
<BR>
"It's been a long week already...I dunno..."<BR>
<BR>
"Will..let me be honest...you and Melanie and Danni opened up a whole new
world for us the other night, a world I had always dreamed of becoming a
part of but never thought it would actually happen...my kids and your daughter
want to become friends with each other, and Brenda and I really like you
and Mel, a lot...let me cut to the chase...we want to come over, photo sessions
or not, and have some family fun, our family with your family, just chill
out and do what we feel like...is that a possibility?"<BR>
<BR>
"Yes, that is a possibility...maybe tomorrow night, 'cause the weekend's
really gonna be booked solid for us...let me speak with Melanie and either
one of us or Connie'll call you back tis afternoon and let you know, how's
that?"<BR>
<BR>
"Fine, hope to see you tomorrow night..."<BR>
<BR>
Melanie stuck her head in and rapped on the door with a nod towards the
studio to let me know that Connie's friend Alexandra's girls were here.<BR>
<BR>
"Nice to meet you..."<BR>
<BR>
"I'm Alexa, named of course after my mom..." the older sixteen-year-old politely
introduced herself to us "...and this is Anastasia, my younger sister...and
this is my mom of course, Alexeandra..."<BR>
<BR>
"Nice to meet you all...shall we get started then?"<BR>
<BR>
"Yes, please!..." Alexa exclaimed "...I just can't wait, we can't wait...soon
we're gonna be stars!"<BR>
<BR>
Melanie and I just smiled at each other, asking Alexandra to take a seat
and watch the proceedings in one of the director's chairs while we began
the session.<BR>
<BR>
"Okay, girls, let's see the merchandise!" Melanie barked. They just stood
there silent and motionless for a moment. "I said we wanted to see the merchandise
first before we agree to 'buy' it, so strip, dammit! Now! I said get those
clothes off now!" The both turned white as snow. "You said you wanted to
be nude models so you could start your path to stardom, so get nekkid, now,
girls, now!"<BR>
<BR>
"But our mother is right there!" Alexandra cried.<BR>
<BR>
"So she is..what did you think?...that she couldn't or wouldn't see the nude
photos of you two that we're going to take?!?...off with those clothes!"<BR>
<BR>
"Not in front of Mom, no!" Alexa the younger of the two bawled while almost
starting to cry.<BR>
<BR>
"Here, let me help you then, fucking little stuck-up cunts, gghezzzz..."
Melanie fussed while trying to unbutton Alexa's blouse "...it's not like
we've not seen lots of naked girls before, strip I said, dammit!"<BR>
<BR>
"NOOOO!!!..." they both cried aloud in unison as they ran together out of
the studio and as fast as they could out the front door.<BR>
<BR>
"Thanks, Mr. & Mrs. McBride..." there was another reference to us being
married which we never heard until the past few days "...that was perfect...how
much I do owe you?"<BR>
<BR>
"Nothing...this one is on the house since you're a friend of Connie's...however,
if you ever want to do some figure modeling yourself or have your girls do
some, give us a call..." I replied only half-jokingly, Alexandra responding
with a total fuck-you-mutherfucker look before she realized it was more or
less a joke.<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Back to my office where we both started returning more phone calls in preparation
for our very busy weekend to come and then the fifty-five steps down the
hall and up the stairs to home, letting Connie lock up. Danni was asleep
on the couch with the TV blaring her schoolbooks on the coffee table she
already having finished what homework she had while waiting for us to come
home. Picking her up to put her in our bed for a nap she roused waking with
a "Daaddy, I'm hungry, can we go out to eat tonight?"<BR>
<BR>
"Sure Baby, where would you like to go?"<BR>
<BR>
"McDonald's?...we haven't been there in a long time..."<BR>
<BR>
"Sure Darling..." Mel replied.<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
We ate our Big Macs and Danni two kids' meal plus two shakes, she was a
growing girl after all, trading fries and smiles from across the table like
a real family. A real family. Later that night sleep came easily and without
sex before as we three lay snuggled next to each other with me in the middle
for once in my greatest whiles just like a real family. A real family.<BR>
<BR>
~ Friday ~<BR>
<BR>
Friday morning was solid booked from seven-thirty a.m. on. It was a teacher's
workday for the schools, and a little ad I had placed a couple of weeks before
in the local pennysaver mainly-advertisements freebie newspaper for a $29.95
sitting fee only for families plus cost of photos had generated a huge number
of responses, so many so in fact that most of them Connie placed as fillers
in the dead spots of our calendar for the next three or four weeks. These
were basically loss-leaders but they did generate legit "white money" income
that could be run through the first set of books to keep the IRS happy while
my primary money from my erotic modeling work was run through the second
set of books keeping me and Mel and Danni happy.<BR>
<BR>
Ten sessions in five hours straight without even a bathroom break. Damn,
sometimes this business is almost like work. Then lunch, then a phone call
from Charles Smith.<BR>
<BR>
"Did you speak with your wife about us coming over tonight?"<BR>
<BR>
"Yes, Charles, I did...we're having a very busy day and might be too worn
out to enjoy ourselves, but sure, could you and yours come over around seven-ish?...we'll
call out for pizza when you get here for supper if that's okay..."<BR>
<BR>
"Sure."<BR>
<BR>
"...and no promises on what we'll do if anything...we'll just play it by
ear..."<BR>
<BR>
"Good enough...see you then..."<BR>
<BR>
The rest of the afternoon was as grueling as the morning and didn't end
until after six and the Smiths would be over soon. I hadn't really asked
Melanie if it was okay with her.<BR>
<BR>
"Mel-a-nee...my wife..."<BR>
<BR>
She smiled, no, beamed back at me when I said that as we roadied the lights
and props back to their usually resting places in the seamless backdrop studio
putting them away with a mindless ease of thousands of repititions.<BR>
<BR>
"Yes...Will-eee...my husband...what is it, what do you want?...what have
you promised someone now?"<BR>
<BR>
She knew me all too well. I grinned a sheepish grin of having been caught.<BR>
<BR>
"I...I promised Charles Smith that he and his family could come over tonight
around seven and we might, repeat 'might', have some family fun with them,
might..."<BR>
<BR>
Her face found her hands as she rubbed her eyes and cheeks as if trying
to wake up a little that or regain some strength.<BR>
<BR>
"I am sooooo tired, Willie..."<BR>
<BR>
"I'll call them back then and tell them we're just too tired..."<BR>
<BR>
"No, that's okay...for a pleasingly plump housewife Brenda is pretty hot,
and Linda...Will, you know I want Linda some more, and I know you want her
too...Yeah..that's okay...but next time, Hon-ney, please do ask me, I am
your wife now, y'know..."<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
The doorbell rang and the intercom buzzed as the Smiths waved to us from
outside the glass storefront of our studio with the enthusiasm of kids discovering
a new ride at the county fair. We hadn't even made it upstairs to take showers
before they came over.<BR>
<BR>
"Sorry we're a little early, but...well..."<BR>
<BR>
"We know...it's okay...we just got through for today and hadn't even been
upstairs yet....come on up with us if you want, but you'll have to pardon
while we wind down for the day..." Mel apologized as they tagged close to
us walking up the strairs with us.<BR>
<BR>
"By the way, the other night Melanie told me that you all enjoy period sex...Linda's
at her heaviest flow tonight and she's eager to experiment with all of you...just
to let you know..." Brenda whispered into my ear as we plodded up the steps
my dick plodding a little harder with her words.<BR>
<BR>
Danni was reading while sitting in my chair and watching TV when we came
in.<BR>
<BR>
"Linda!...Trisha!...Hank!...Hi!...uh....Dad?"<BR>
<BR>
"The Smiths just stopped by for a visit...that, and maybe have some fun with
us tonight, if you'd like, Darling..."<BR>
<BR>
"That'd be neat!....c'mon to my room, let's go play!" Danni happily cried
as she lead them off to her old bedroom. We three had been sleeping together
all these years but she still had her own private bedroom which she used
mainly as a toyroom that and to store her extra clothes and such in.
Charles shot me a weird look. Mel quickly replied that Danni probably just
wanted to show Linda and Trish her doll collection, that's all. Ghezzz, just
'cause you have sex with your girlfriend and her daughter altogether as a
permanent threesome people even assume your stepdaughter is a raving pre-vert
herself. I went over to the fridge and found only three beers left.<BR>
<BR>
"Mel, we only have three beers left...would you mind going down to the market
and getting a couple of six packs for us?"<BR>
<BR>
"No Dear, no problem...and I have an idea that just popped into my head...Charles,
Brenda, we'll all have some fun tonight but would you mind a quick photoshoot
first?...I have an idea for a hot one, one we've never done before, William,
and I know we could quicksell..."<BR>
<BR>
Mel and Brenda and Linda all left for beers and to do whatever idea Mellie
had that she wanted to put to film that she didn't bother to share with anyone
before leaving. They came back with two six packs of Miller, some Italian
breadsticks and miscellaneous vegetables and two boxes of Tampax, one super
and one Tampax Juniors. Of course.<BR>
<BR>
"Will, go get us some lights, Danni, please help your dad, bring up the Rollie
medium-format too and ten rolls of film for the Nikon too..."<BR>
<BR>
She had taken some exteriors of Brenda and Linda shopping at Boem's Market
around the corner. Mr. Boem didn't mind us using his place for said, we were
regulars and had done his family portrait a couple of years back. The scenario
was that mother and daughter were at the market and young daughter asks mother
to buy her some tampons so she can try them; mother does and proceeds to
show her how to use them. Leave it to my Melanie, this would be a hot set
and a very quick sell.<BR>
<BR>
"Okay, Brenda, Linda, let's see some hand gestures and different facial expressions
as Brenda you explain to Linda how tampons work and how to use them...now
take the instructions out of the pack and go over them with her...good..."
Melanie chatted away as I focused in with the Rollie two-and-a-quarter and
Danni worked the hand-held pin light in the narrowness of our bathroom "...Linda,
actually speak to your mom some, we need realistic looking facial shots...good...now
Brenda, help Linda out of her dress, slowly...nice...and then take yours
off too, Linda help your mom...Linda, turn around a bit so I can get some
shots of your panties...spread your legs a little more so I can see your
pad inside your panties...excellent...now drop your panties and Brenda you
help Linda to the commode...now Brenda, your spread your legs and put a super
in...the vaseline's on the back of the commode...turn to face Linda more
so she can see, you're supposed to be showing her how it's done, remember
the script...now Linda, you ready?..."<BR>
<BR>
"I think so, Miss Melanie..."<BR>
<BR>
"...Brenda, take a junior tampon, place it in Linda's hand and help her guide
it in and pull the applicator out her hand inside yours...absolutely perfect..."
my cock bulging through my pants at this point "...now Linda, pull that one
out and do two or three yourself...Brenda, you stand beside her and smile
in approval, like you're doing now anyway...very good...let me scoot down
for some close-ups...Linda, anyone ever tell you that you have a very pretty
pussy?..." the eleven-year-old blushing to that remark, me capturing the
blush on film "...good enough to eat in fact..." another blush "...but that's
for later...now wipe yourself off a little bit, Linda, and that's a wrap!"<BR>
<BR>
Hell, Melanie had become so good that at times like these I felt like her
assistant instead of she being mine. But that's okay. She understood the
business and having these creative gems just makes us both more money than
I would by myself.<BR>
<BR>
"Mom, I'm finally wearing a tampon!"<BR>
<BR>
"Yes you are honey!...I'm very proud of you!"<BR>
<BR>
"Thanks Mom...are we gonna play with the McBrides now?"<BR>
<BR>
I looked at Mel and she me and shrugged our shoulders at each other "why
not". Danni smiled at us both as she found a hotmit to lay the pinlight on.<BR>
<BR>
"Sure Hon', if they would like..."<BR>
<BR>
We just smiled at them as Mel embraced Linda and I embraced Brenda as Charles
their father and husband respectively just looked on.<BR>
<BR>
"Can I fuck you now, Melanie?!" little Hank asked with all childlike innocence.<BR>
<BR>
"No you may not, Master Hank..."<BR>
<BR>
"Awwww, Mom!...you said we could do anything we wanted to tonight, an' Melanie's
saying 'no'..." the young master complained to his mother as he stood before
her nakedness.<BR>
<BR>
"And I also told you, young man, that 'no' means 'no', that you may ask and
if the answer is no you just have to accept it and ask someone else..."<BR>
<BR>
"Can we at least fuck later, Mom?"<BR>
<BR>
"Yes Hank, we will..."<BR>
<BR>
"And I might, 'might', play with you some later too Hank...if you're good
and mind...okay?" Melanie smiled at him in return.<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Brenda and Linda re-dressed and followed us back to the living room. I hadn't
even noticed the pizzas in the kitchen. Evidently Mel or someone had called
for delivery during the shoot and they were already there.<BR>
<BR>
"My treat, pal-ly..." Charles mentioned to me as we all dug in. I was so
fucking hot still from watching Brenda and Linda moments ago that my cock
could have fucked a sodastraw.<BR>
<BR>
"So, Charles..."<BR>
<BR>
"Chuck...my friends call me Chuck..."<BR>
<BR>
"So Chuck..you finally finally fucked your daughter the other night and now
your whole family's into the incest...how's everything going?"<BR>
<BR>
"Remember my wife and daughters also did heavy lesbian scenes with each other
too..."<BR>
<BR>
"I remember, I was there, remember..."<BR>
<BR>
"It's pretty good, actually...we're going to have to get Linda on the pill
soon, Brenda made an appointment with her gynecologist next week for her...in
a strange way, though, it's not as hot as I thought it'd be..."<BR>
<BR>
"How so?"<BR>
<BR>
"Brenda wants Linda now as much as I do so I let them two do what they want,
Tricia's too young for me to fuck, obviously I ain't gonna fool around
with Hank any..."<BR>
<BR>
"Obviously..."<BR>
<BR>
"...so I kinda feel like the odd man out, what with the girls and their mother
enjoying each other so much all the time..."<BR>
<BR>
I felt like saying something stupid but kept my mouth shut. I had gone through
a similar stage with Melanie and Danni after their first photo shoot introduced
them to the pleasures of mother/daughter incest. Had gotten my feelings hurt
a bunch of times when Mel wanted some time alone with Danni. Even now seldom
was I the fulcrum in our triad; it was usually Mel. But I loved them both
so much.<BR>
<BR>
"All I can suggest is that you try to get Brenda to let Linda start sleeping
with you two in your bed, that might help some..."<BR>
<BR>
"Yeah, it might, if she'll go for it...anyway, I understand you and yours
all enjoy period sex...you wanna fuck Linda tonight?..."<BR>
<BR>
"Of course, if she'll say yes..."<BR>
<BR>
"Of course she will...mind if I fuck Melanie and Danni too?..."<BR>
<BR>
"It's up to them, but sure, I mean no, I don't mind, if they say so it's
okay with me...it's not like we have a monogamous family relationship..."
Charles just smiled.<BR>
<BR>
Returning to the living room and plopping down in my easy chair, Danni scooted
up in my lap and whispered in my ear that Hank been bothering her but that
Brenda made him stop after she complained. She also very softly whispered
to me that Linda told her that she didn't want screw me or her father or
Hank tonight, either, just wanted to do some girl-girl stuff with her mom
and sister and her and Melanie. Oh well, what the hell. I whispered back
to her that it was okay. What else could I say.<BR>
<BR>
Melanie whispered in my ear a sincere apology and kiss on the cheek as the
womenfolk all retired to our bedroom for their fun, audibly clicking the
latch behind them. Auugghhh fucking well indeed.<BR>
<BR>
"C'mon guys...c'mon Chuck, Hank, the women are busy with their lesbo hen
party, there's a bar a couple of blocks from here, O' Malley's, let's go
get a beer there and see if the Yankees are playing on their satellite....we're
going to O' Malley's, girls, Melanie give us a call there when it's safe
to come home!!!..." I yelled through the locked door with as much sarcasm
as I could muster.<BR>
<BR>
Melanie called after eleven p.m. with near-anger in her voice telling me,
telling us to come home that they were through and Brenda wanted to leave
now. We slept angrily together that night, Danni looking worried as she pretended
sleep in the dark cold of our usually warm bed, I deliberately not touching
Melanie and she lying there like a cold fish daring me to and she also deliberately
kept a finger shoved inside Danni's cunt. And shit, I hadn't done anything
except give her the privacy that Linda and Brenda and her and the girls had
wanted. Fuck them.<BR>
<BR>
-30 -<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Note to the "real" Will McBride who might be reading this footnote and any
others who care - the above was a piece of speculative fiction and in no
way bears any semblance to the past or prior real-life conduct of the internationally
known photographer Will McBride, nor by the fantasies presented above means
to imply that Mr. McBride ever has, is, or will engage in any illegal activity
of any kind. The above work was authored as a protected free speech parody
and fan-fiction work attempting to honor the pioneering work of the real
Will McBride.<BR>
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