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Donna's Day

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By: Phil Phantom

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Copyright © 1997 ALL Rights Reserved

Donna Williams was on her way out of the house when the phone rang. She set her purse down and picked up: "Hello, Williams residence."

"Donna, this is Larry. You're not going to believe the call I just got from the school."

"Why would they call you? I've been here all day."

"I don't know why, but they did. Listen. You have to get down there right away."

"Oh God, Larry! What happened?"

"They're all right. They were caught fucking--on school grounds."

"Larry, you got a prank phone call."

"I thought so, too, but it was that Gwen, the woman who works in the office. She was very upset. They're thinking of calling in the police. Get down there and calm them down, Donna."

"Larry, are you sure? This can't be."

"Damnit, it can be. I'm positive. This was no joke. The kids are naked, still. They refuse to put clothes on, and what's more, they fuck every chance they get. This is serious, Donna. They're bound to think something fishy is going on at home."

"Oh, my god. I told you we should have moved them to separate rooms when they started puberty. They're going to think we encouraged this behavior."

"We did. That's beside the point. There's no law that says we have to separate opposite sex twins at puberty. We've done nothing wrong, but we don't want snoopy social workers snooping around, do we?"

"Larry, you go. I can't handle this. I wouldn't know what to say, what to do. If they can't control them, how could I?"

"I can't leave the shop. I have appointments booked solid all afternoon. I can't get away. You'll have to do your best. The kids will respond to you. You're the mother. They respect you."

"Yes, but I've never been faced with anything sexual. Suppose they don't respond? Suppose they won't listen to me? God, this is so embarrassing. I mean, what do I say to them?"

"Tell them to stop fucking at school."

"You know what I mean, Larry. I have to say something to them. This calls for a talk. You're the talker."

"Just get them home. If you have to, throw a sheet over them and let them fuck each other's brains out till I get home."

"Damn you, Larry. Are you masturbating?" After a long pause, she said, "Oh, you fucker, you are, aren't you? How could you at a time like this?"

"Donna, reach inside your panties. Tell me if you're wet."

"Larry, no. I don't feel like playing. I have to go."

"What are you wearing?"

"My yellow dress."

"What else?"

"Larry!"

"What else?"

"Bra and panties."

"No pantyhose?"

"No, I was just running to the market. Come on, Larry; I have to go."

"No pantyhose? It must be windy out today. No, if it were windy, you wouldn't be wearing panties. I guess it's breezy."

"Larry, don't start this shit--not now."

"Just humor me. Reach inside your panties and feel your pussy. It should be easy if that's all you're wearing. Describe the state of your cunt to me before you go."

"Please, Larry."

"Please, Donna!"

"Oh, all right. Wait a sec ... It's wet. Can I go now?"

"You know what I want."

"Jesus ... my cunt is so slimy and juicy. My clit is throbbing in my fingers. I'm so fucking hot. I want to show a stranger my naked cunt and let him fuck me. I want a big cock, a black cock ... I can't, Larry. You're on your own. Bye."

Donna extracted her slimy hand, then went for a paper towel, talking to herself, saying, "Damn him, anyway, and damn you, you stupid bitch. That's all you need is to go into an elementary school reeking of pussy."

She ripped off a paper towel and began wiping her fingers, still talking to herself, playing only her part of an imaginary conversation:

"Hi, I'm Donna Williams. Oh, sorry about the sticky fingers. We've waited so long to see those two fucking. I'm so excited. How on earth did you get through to them. We've tried everything short of having them sleep one atop the other in the nude."

Donna tossed the wasted paper in the trash, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door, saying, "You dumb cunt."

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Meanwhile, back in the aid room, the four separated in expectation of a parent's arrival. Gloria took charge and said, "All right, you two, start fucking, but just stay coupled and keep an erection going. Tabatha, you lie on your back with your twat aimed at the door, and keep those legs wide apart unless someone tries to pull you two apart. When that happens, you use your legs to cling to him.

"Bobby, you get over her and fuck her hard and fast when your mother or father gets here. You cling to her if we try to break you up, otherwise stay up on your hands and knees so your body doesn't block our view of Tabatha. Give us a good view of your dick moving in her pussy. You are determined to finish, and so is she. Got that?"

The kids quickly maneuvered into position and both nodded their understanding as Bobby sank his dick in his sister's pussy for the first time. He swooned and said, "Wow, this is great. I won't have to act."

Tabatha said, "Me neither. I like this a lot. It didn't hurt one bit, and he's all the way in."

Gwen said, "Jesus, but that's a sight."

Gloria said, "I'll say. All right, kids, slow it down. When we admit anyone, you start doing some serious fucking, and remember, don't pay attention to any adult. If you physically get forced apart, fine, come to your senses, but we're going to try to let you finish. We'll see how it goes. If you can't be controlled, we're going to wrap you two in a blanket and carry you to the car. What happens after that is between you and your folks, but I suggest you be as difficult at home as you are here. That is the point of this drill. Remember that."

Turning to Gwen, she said, "I know you'd like to stay, but you need to be out there ready to meet the parent or parents. If you have the mom, knock once; the dad, knock twice; both, knock three times."

"What difference does it make? It's the same show for all, right?"

"I just want to know, because I'm putting on my sexy nurse costume with a lab coat over it. If it's just the mother, I'm shucking the smock. If it's just the father, I'll wear it unbuttoned. If it's both, I'll leave it buttoned. Wait for me to admit you."

"Oh, God, not the costume. No bra, no panties?"

"Nothing except the high heels."

"Oh, Fuck! She'll shit. If she sees you in that obscene costume, she'll know we set this up."

"That's right. That's the point. I know her type. I can make a woman like that piss herself, especially if I'm wearing that outfit. It turns me into Wonder Woman."

"Don't I know it. I'm about to piss my panties. I'd better go. God, I'm so nervous. I should warn you, Dick said keep this under control. He won't like this plan, not the way it is now."

"You have nothing to do with it. If Dickie boy has a problem, send him to see me. I'll turn him over my knee and spank him, and he knows it."

"Oh, lord! What have I started?" Gwen eased out and went to sit at her desk, sweating bullets. Five minutes later, Donna entered the office and approached the counter. Gwen stood to admit her, saying, "Thank God you're here. Where's your husband?"

"He can't make it. He's booked solid. What's going on, Gwen? Is it true?"

"Yes, it's true. They're in there, and they're still naked. The last time I looked, they were copulating. The nurse has given up trying to stop them."

"Oh, my lord! What's gotten into those two? They aren't like this at home. I swear they're not. Nothing like this has ever happened at home, honestly, they're perfect angels at home."

"Sometimes these repressed sexual drives just explode over them. With opposite sex twins, living together, going through puberty together, this happens more often than you might think. Weren't you two ever warned to expect this?"

"No, never. We had no idea. This comes as a complete shock to us."

Gwen led Donna to the aid room door and rapped once, then waited. Donna said, "I am so nervous. What do I do if they're having sex?"

"I think you should let the nurse handle everything. She's a real pro."

"Yes, of course. That's what I'll do. I want her to handle everything. Can you let her know?"

"It's not necessary. She's a take-charge type."

The door opened just enough to admit the bodies. Donna squeezed in, then Gwen followed. The first sight that greeted Donna was the splayed crotch of her daughter being pounded by the cock and hanging balls of her son. The shot looked posed; it was that obscene and graphic. Donna saw all there was to see and there was no mistaking the fact that the kids were copulating.

Gloria stepped out from behind the door as it closed, giving Donna her next shock. The voluptuous Amazon wore a nurse's costume right off a burlesque wardrobe rack, only it looked three sizes too small and the top wouldn't button at the top. Her huge udders were scrunched together and the top crests of each nipple showed in the wide opening.

The wrap-around skirt was simply a band of white material across her hips, well below the navel and stopped short of hiding her shaved pubic lips. With the silly nurse's hat with a big red cross on the front, the woman looked ridiculous in addition to looking obscene. Florence Nightingale, she wasn't.

Donna's mind raced to put her world in order as the buxom nurse placed a heavy arm across her shoulder, saying, "We have a problem."

It took a second to get her voice, but Donna finally managed to say, "Yes, so it seems."

"They've been at it for almost an hour. This can't go on much longer. I say we wait it out."

Her mind a blur, all she could think to say was, "Whatever you think is best."

The big woman dropped her arm off the shoulder and reached around Donna's back to come up under the right arm. The big woman then snugged Donna closer. Donna felt herself squeezed against the pillowy right breast to her left at the same time her own right breast fell into the clutches of a rudely groping hand, a hand that felt male on a woman that felt excessively female.

Donna had never been so rudely groped in her life by any man, and to get that treatment from a woman threw her senses out of whack. The idea of pushing away or showing any resistance never entered her mind, though no man could have gotten away with doing the same thing. She had no defensive strategy for a female masher, and there was no doubt she was being mashed by a female. This was, in fact, her first intimate contact with any female. The hand was now feeling for the nipple, found it, and began a hard pinching roll that made Donna fight back a wince. The nipple treatment hurt, but it was a good hurt to a woman that enjoyed rough tittie treatment. Gloria did it just right.

Gloria felt the stiffness go out of the woman as her nipple got the treatment. When she was certain Donna wouldn't resist, she pulled Donna's face her way and engaged her in a passionate French kiss. Donna melted into that kiss. Before it ended, Gloria held her up.

After breaking the long kiss, Gloria edged them toward the table. The kids were fucking along the long axis with their asses near the end by the door. Bobby's feet were at each corner, and he was over his sister, held up on straight arms.

Tabatha had her feet planted on the table's edges outside her brother's knees with her knees bowed wide to the sides and laid flat. Her brother hunched in humps like a dog, but it was Tabatha that did most of the fucking by humping back with her ass held six inches off the linen of the table.

This is the scene Donna's face was forced into as her body got carried forward, then doubled over as the table's edge cut into her abdomen. She'd left her arms dangling uselessly at her sides, so they were no help.

Donna was so close that her son's wet balls swung and hit her in the nose on the out-stroke. As if this weren't unnerving enough, her nose filled with the heady scent of sex as someone reached under her dress and dragged her panties down her legs.

She'd forgotten that they weren't alone. Gwen's image popped into her head. With this realization, she lifted each foot to facilitate the removal of her panties. She also stepped out in response to the gentle tap of fingers to the inside of her calves. She continued moving her feet apart as long as the taps continued.

Stepping out so wide lowered her upper body to lie flat on the table top. Donna panted as feminine hands slid up her legs to her bare ass and pried the cheeks apart. She next felt a feminine face press inside those cheeks and a tongue come slithering out to snake all through her wet privates, taking her breath away. She'd never felt anything like it. She'd been eaten before, but not often, and never like this.

Gwen's tongue was everywhere at once and felt eight inches long when it went shooting up her cunt or forced its way into her asshole. Donna had never had so much as a finger up her asshole. The long tongue snaking up her colon made her eyes go cross.

Gloria felt every response in Donna's body. At first, when her panties came down, she went stiff as a board. She relaxed quickly. She went stiff as a board again at the first vaginal contact. She relaxed more gradually that time. When the tongue snaked up her ass, she went stiff as a rail, but relaxed much faster and more thoroughly, going limp as a wash rag. Had her upper body not been lying on the table, she would have melted to the floor.

When Donna felt as limp as a rag doll and did nothing to avoid her son's balls that were now in almost constant contact with her face, Gloria released her grip on the tit knowing Donna wouldn't budge. She was right.

With her freed right hand, Gloria hoisted Donna's dress onto her back, baring her from the waist down. The hand that hoisted the dress slid down the ass crack, paused to tease her delighted sphincter, then went on down to delve inside her slimy pussy hole, there to gather lubricants before returning to the delighted sphincter, there to rudely enter with two fingers to the palm as the mouth fastened on her clit and sucked.

The hand that had been so rude to her nipple was now just as rude to her asshole, gripping her like a bowling ball. The face, lips, mouth, and tongue going over her pussy was compensation enough to overlook the rudeness. The life of a bowling ball wasn't half bad, she mused.

Donna was panting puffs of warm moist air into the loins of her copulating offspring. Whether they knew whose warm moist air that was or not, they liked it and scooted toward it. Gloria raised Bobby's nut sack out of the way and said, "Your son ejaculated in your daughter once, we're pretty sure of that. If you'll look at the drainage seeping out around your daughter's vagina, I think you'll recognize that as a seminal discharge. Would you agree with that assessment?"

Donna couldn't say she didn't see it. Her nose was in it. She could smell the semen, but offered no opinion. This prompted Gloria to say, "Taste it and tell me what you think."

Donna was stunned as much by the suggestion as by her children's reaction to it. They now knew who was puffing in the beaver, and were hanging on every word. At the suggestion, Tabatha's ass came up, her legs yawned wider, and Bobby lifted so only the head remained lodged. They presented the area in question in anticipation of the lick.

When no lick was forthcoming, Gloria gripped Donna's sphincter and firmly commanded, "Taste it and tell me what you think!"

Donna's tongue responded to sphincter commands. She sampled the spermy discharge with a tentative tongue tip and said, "It tastes like sperm."

With no voice command, only a sphincter command, Donna tasted more. More wasn't enough. This time, she started lower, pressing her tongue inside the cheeks of Tabatha's ass, receiving instant assistance when Tabatha sent her hands under and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing all the area between her cheeks to her mother's tongue.

Donna took the hint and lapped at the gooey wetness therein, running her tongue over every square centimeter of the area between the cheeks of her daughter's ass. She licked from her daughter's tail bone to her plugged cunt hole, probing the pink-puckered rosebud of her anus with a stiff tongue en route.

On impulse, she sent her tongue in as deeply as she could, giving her daughter a thrill it took Donna thirty-two years to realize. She then began working her way up to the pussy. There, she laved the entire area, straining to get around the dick to the clit. The kids made room for the head trying to work in their crotches. Donna side-licked her daughter's clit for several minutes, then began licking the shaft of her son's cock, licking from the buried head on up to his balls.

After licking the balls clean, she sucked both into her mouth and rode with them on a stepped-up fuck that had her nose in his ass as her head bobbed up and down. It was a rough ride, so she relinquished his balls as she sought out his asshole with her tongue. Bobby stopped fucking and collapsed over his sister with a guttural moan as he received the unique thrill.

After making his day, she licked her way back down the shaft to Tabatha's pussy. Once there, she tried to wedge her tongue in alongside the cock. There was no more cum to lick if she couldn't get at what was inside. Sphincter commands demanded she keep trying.

That she was trying to get at the rest was obvious to everyone watching, and everyone was watching. Gwen, after delivering two powerful orgasms, placed Donna's hands in her own crotch, and came topside to take a viewing position on the opposite side from Gloria. The kids gazed on the scene by looking down the tunnel of their bodies. They could plainly see their mother's wet face as she licked at their joined genitals with uninhibited abandon.

The kids exchanged whispers, then Bobby's cock went all the way in and emerged with a fresh coating of fuck slime. He held the head at the hole as his mother cleaned his dick. She even cleaned the tip, but had to slide her tongue inside the slit to get to it. When his dick was clean, he fucked it up again.

Donna put on quite a show of servile fuck sucking. The kids did not tire of their obscene game. Bobby eventually pulled his dick out and clear of the hole to let his famished mother at the source. He rolled to his side so they could all get a better look at a mother eating her daughter.

Donna's tongue attacked the sloppy hole, went deep inside, and swabbed the interior walls as Tabatha presented a good spread and held steady for the intimate service. She got help when Gloria and Gwen each took a leg and made a wish.

The excited kids watched their mother work with total abandon, though she knew they were watching, and made frequent eye contact with both while trying to get her tongue as deep inside Tabatha's cunt as she could. Tabatha assisted by reaching down and pulling her cunt lips apart, saying, "Is that better, Mom?"

Donna nodded, but kept licking. After watching this for five minutes, Tabatha urged Bobby back over her then pushed Bobby's cock back so that it aimed at her mother's mouth. Donna abandoned the pussy as Tabatha's ass settled to the table. She engulfed her son's cock, sucking as much as she could into her mouth in the awkward position, nursing at his cock like a thirsty calf on a cow's hanging teat.

Tabatha watched the passionate sucking for several minutes, then responded to Gloria's secret signal to talk to her mother. She said, "Don't suck him off, Mom. Just keep him hard for me while we take a fuck break."

Tabatha looked to Gloria to see if she did good and received a big smile and the signal to do more. Donna had slowed her sucking to a gentle, nursing suck on the head. Bobby's cock strained under the backward pull. With just the head in her mouth, Donna had to apply strong suction and hold on tight or his dick would spring out and slap his belly.

The sight was an amusing one and Tabatha said, "Yeah, that's better. That'll keep him nice and hard. I want to finish our fuck. I want him to cum in my pussy again. You don't mind sucking Bobby's cum out of my pussy, do you, Mom?"

A sphincter command told her a nod wouldn't do, so Donna took her mouth off the dick to say, "No, I don't mind. I prefer it that way." The dick popped out, swished through the air, and slapped his belly. Tabatha laughed and pushed it back. Donna got the dick back in her mouth.

At the sign to keep talking, Tabatha said, "That's great, because the only part of fucking I don't like is the mess. If you'll take care of all the messes, it'll be great. Will you do that for me, Mommy?"

Donna didn't need the signal. She knew she was involved in a conversation and said, [Pop-swish-smack] "No, I don't mind."

Tabatha giggled and pushed the dick back, saying, "Will you promise?"

[Pop-swish-smack] "Yes, I promise."

Tabatha waited until her mom had a good lip-lock on the dick, then said, "Great. I'll do the same for you after Bobby fucks you." [Pop-swish-smack]

Donna had nothing to say to that, so Tabatha presented her with the dick once again. Donna engulfed it, moaned, and sucked more dick than she should as a silent acceptance. Tabatha then said, "I want to fuck Daddy, too. Will you clean me after he fucks me?" [POP-SWISH-SMACK]

Bobby cried, "Ow, that hurt!"

Panting now, Donna said, "Yes, sweetheart! I'll clean your pussy real good after your daddy fucks you ... Sorry, Bobby!"

Tabatha said, "Great, then I'll clean you after daddy fucks you. We'll share them both, then we'll clean each other, okay?"

[Pop-swish-smack] "Okay."

"Make it a promise."

[Pop-swish-smack] "It's a promise."

"Put his cock back in me. I'm ready to finish."

Bobby said, "It's about fucking time. I sure wish my dick wasn't numb. I don't think I can take another fuck break."

Donna wasn't laughing with the others. She brought her trembling left hand up, took hold of Bobby's numb dick, and guided it to the hole. She watched it sink in before strong hands pulled her upright. Those same hands removed her dress and bra, then picked her up in strong arms and carried her to a cot that was parallel to the exam table. The kids watched Gloria take a seat on the cot and watched her place their naked mother on her lap as she would an infant.

Gloria cradled Donna in the crook of her right arm, hauled out the right breast, put the teat in Donna's mouth, then took Donna's left hand and pressed it between her legs. Donna's fingers became animated at the first contact with the bizarre woman's vagina. It was the largest, wettest pussy she'd ever felt, though her own was the only one she'd ever felt. While sucking on the huge nipple like a big baby, her fingers toyed with the wet vaginal flesh, which was hidden from her children's view by her own body.

After a minute of this, Gloria brought the messy hand up and wiped it on the right breast and nipple, painting it with cunt slime. She then fed the slimy tit to Donna and placed Donna's hand back between her legs.

Gwen had replaced Donna at the kids' crotches and was doing a great job of mess control until she saw what Gloria was doing with Donna. The kids, slowing down their fuck, tipped her off. The kids watched with avid interest as their mother surrendered to the lewdly offered tit and began sucking and licking the slimy pap. Gloria tormented their mother's arching nipples, twisting them, pulling on them, flicking them with a finger, pinching hard, and generally abusing the hell out of them while Donna threw her chest out to receive the abuse.

Gloria repositioned the aroused mother on her right thigh so that both crotches faced the copulating twins. Donna's legs fell open to either side of Gloria's meaty thigh, revealing the full plane of her blond crotch to her interested children. This new position also exposed Gloria's crotch and Donna's hand, which was busy gathering the slimy wetness.

Donna sat facing the kids with her head turned hard to the left to suck the tit. Her eyes never left her children as she watched them staring at her beaver and at her hand working in Gloria's beaver. Far from inhibiting her, the keen, interested eyes of her children drove her to greater acts of shameless debauchery.

When Gloria took hold of Donna's right hand and placed that hand in Donna's crotch. Donna didn't hesitate to put the hand to work. She masturbated, but with the intent of showing her most intimate secrets in the process, giving the children peeks at the hidden area between her cunt lips. She gave her kids the guided tour through the cunt she promised Bobby he could fuck, and the cunt Tabatha promised to clean with her mouth and tongue.

Though she knew she was riding an intoxicating sexual high, one that would wear off, she intended to honor those promises regardless. Her shameless exhibition was, in a way, to seal those pledges. She re-affirmed her promises by making eye contact frequently, especially while licking her fingers and hand after wiping the slime on the tit, wallowing in the depravity of serving as a dyke's sex toy for the amusement of her kids, who were quite amused by what they saw.

Gwen had gone to Gloria's desk to retrieve a Polaroid instant camera, which she loaded and readied with a flash bar. When Donna saw Gwen approach with the camera, she tensed. Gloria took note of this reaction and said, "Don't take any shots of the kids, and keep my face out of the frames."

Gwen came closer, looking through the view finder, focused on Donna, saying, "I just want to get some good shots of Donna." On seeing Donna's startled reaction, she brought the camera down and explained, "These are just for the private viewing of a few close friends. I doubt that any will know who you are. You have such a lovely body. They'll be most appreciative, and I'm just looking for some sexy cheesecake, nothing vulgar. Do you mind?"

Donna was about to say, "Hell, yes, I mind!"

Gloria cut her response off before she got the first sound out, saying, "Gwen, when will you ever learn? Haven't you learned anything in twelve years?"

Gwen looked at her friend as if to say, "What the hell are you talking about? What the hell did you ever teach me?"

Donna didn't pay attention to the look Gwen gave Gloria. She was looking at Gloria while sucking on her tit. Gloria went on, "Can't you see she's doing all she can to please us without being asked or told what to do. When you ask, you steal from her the chance to anticipate what you want, and the opportunity to give that freely before being told or asked. A woman like Donna lives for those opportunities."

"Of course. How silly of me."

"There's no need to ask Donna for anything, and you certainly don't need to pressure her. Just tell her what you want, or hint at what you want. It's like when I suggested she taste the discharge seeping from her daughter's pussy. She did that, but understood what I was really after and gave me that, too. She ate her daughter's cunt just to please me, and sucked her son's cock to please her daughter--her son, too, I suppose. The woman is a compulsive pleaser, and she's in the mood to please, so don't spoil her mood."

Donna sucked hard on the nipple in response to Gloria's provocative analysis--an analysis that was dead on. She also fucked herself energetically on three fingers as Gwen, once again, readied the camera. Gwen said, "All right, Donna. Here's an opportunity to anticipate what I'm really after and give it freely. You know what I'm really after, don't you?"

Donna released the nipple from her mouth and said, "Yes. You want porno shots of me to show to your friends."

"There you go. Let's get some good old, hot and horny porno shots. Fuck the tame cheesecake. Offer your tits to the camera, and put a smile around that nipple you're sucking on. That's it, girl. Put the nipple in your teeth and show those pearly whites. Beautiful! [Flash]

When the twins saw their mother posing for the camera, they stopped screwing and sat up, side-by-side, on the exam table to watch. Gwen said, "Now, put some shiny on those nipples of yours. Rub some cunt juice on them. Better yet, fuck porno, let's get down and dirty raunchy. Ooops! Damn! There I went and spoiled another opportunity for you."

Donna said, "That's okay. I knew that's what you really wanted. I was going to give it to you. Just tell me what you want me to do. I'll do anything you say, no matter how raunchy. That's a promise, and I always keep my promises."

"Good. Why don't you climb down and tit-fuck Gloria. Get those titties of yours covered in slit slime. I can get a good shot of that."

Donna, like an automaton, slid off Gloria's lap, then got on her knees between Gloria's legs as the big Amazon drew her feet up to the cot and made an obscene spread by pressing her knees flat to the canvas. The kids hopped down to hover over the scene as Gwen readied the shot looking down on the spread, saying, "Okay feed your right tit into the hole. Stuff it in."

Donna was aware of her kids who were now looking down over her shoulder, but was more aware of the cunt before her. She'd never imagined such a maw. Donna didn't know pussies came in that size. Everything between Gloria's legs was XXX-Large. The hole looked big enough to take her fist, and the clit was almost as big as her fist. She had inner labia lips like long, thick slices of liver. With the massive cunt lips shaved bald, looking like two peeled bananas, the area between Gloria's legs looked like a melting banana split made with pink ice cream smothered in a thick syrup.

Feeling stupid for going along, terribly embarrassed, but powerless to deny the compulsion to please--not just Gloria but everyone else--Donna squeezed her tit into distention and aimed at the opening as she leaned in. Her long nipple went in easily, as did the inch of tittie flesh behind the nipple. Half of her tit was inside the hole, but the remainder was smothered in pussy flesh and looked like it was inside. Donna never felt or saw anything quite so bizarre. She had her tit in one hot and creamy banana split.

Gwen had never seen anything quite so bizarre either and said, "Oh, this is terrific, but it could be raunchier."

Donna looked up and said, "Raunchier? How could it be any raunchier? I'm tit-fucking a woman."

"Well, I want your face in every picture. The pictures are more effective if there's a familiar face to go with the body part or action being featured. Like I said, most of the people who will see these won't know you by name, but they'll have seen you around town, or they'll be seeing you around town. You'll become somewhat of a celebrity in this small circle of say, a hundred or so. That's why I want you to always get your smiling face in the frame no matter what pose you're in. In this case, your pretty face covered in pussy juice would make the shot much raunchier. Don't you agree?"

Donna had to agree. There was no denying it. A face slimy with vaginal secretions would certainly make the pictures raunchier. Donna should have run screaming from the room after hearing Gwen's speech. The speech was clearly aimed at testing her resolve, playing on the very fears that made her draw back when she first saw the camera appear.

Donna had no intention of giving Gwen the satisfaction of seeing her resolve crumble. At that point, Donna didn't care if the pictures were to go into the family album at Great Grandmother Williams' house. Gwen could be shooting for a spread in Hustler, and Donna would not have balked. When Gwen asked if Donna agreed, Donna said, "I suppose you're right."

Gwen said, "Let's do the face-fucking shot first. Take your tit out and put you face in. Tabatha, why don't you hold your mother's hair back out of the way. Your mother needs to get her whole face wet in Gloria's pussy, and we don't want hair in the way of the shot."

Donna eased her tit out and got down on her hands and knees to line her face up with the beaver. Tabatha straddled her mother's back as though to take a horsy ride. She grabbed handfuls of hair and pinned those handfuls to the side of her mother's head. When she settled to her mother's back, Donna felt the moist warmth of her daughter's pussy pressed to the center of her bare back.

With Gloria set, Gwen set, Tabatha set, and Bobby hanging over her shoulder, reaching under her body to maul her hanging tits, Donna moved in and pressed her face in the catcher's mitt of Gloria's beaver. Cunt flesh flowed over her features. She wallowed in cunt flesh, holding her breath as she turned her face in every direction, wetting every bit of dry skin. Gwen said, "Let's have a look."

Donna raised her head and smiled into the camera, even though her right nipple was being cruelly tortured by Bobby's nails. She held the smile but no flash followed. Gwen said, "Looks great. Gloria, how about pulling yourself open, and Donna, why don't you get lower, tilt your head back, and do some cunt sucking. I want one good cunt-sucking shot, but I also want as much of your face in the shot as I can get. I'll watch through the view finder to see what looks best."

Donna watched the cunt fan open before her eyes as Gloria's fingers went into action, and her son assaulted the left nipple.

The bright, shiny, pink spread that opened before her eyes could not have been covered by the average saucer plate. Donna dipped lower and tilted her head back. She found herself looking into Tabatha's smiling face as she leaned forward for a better look.

This was a bit unnerving, but Donna did not let that stop her. She brought her eyes down and focused on all there was before her to lick and suck as the camera hovered over the scene from a foot away. She took directions from her excited daughter, and sucked what she was told to suck, or stuck her tongue where told to stick it.

Donna did everything she could think of to give them the shot they were after, but no flash came. It suddenly dawned on her that the shot was just an excuse to have her suck off Gloria. With that realization, she set about sucking off Gloria and put the camera and the kids out of her mind.

There was one kid she could not put out of her mind, the one who was now playing with her pussy and fingering her asshole. When she felt the blunt, rubbery tip of a penis massaging the area inside her slit, Donna wanted to scream. When the dick slid in, she did scream, "OH, GOD! MY SON IS FUCKING ME!"

Gwen calmly said, "Good, we need a fucked pussy for the beaver shots. Bobby, cum in your mother's pussy. I'm sure she won't mind. You don't mind, do you, dear?"

"No, not at all."

She sucked off Gloria, and rode out the bucking orgasm while holding in a mouthful of clit flesh. [Flash] She then rode out Bobby's orgasm and told the others she was getting her seminal douche.

"Perfect, now get your face good and wet again, and let's do the tit-fuck shot."

Donna now had a super slimy pussy with which to get her face good and slimy. She had another super slimy pussy between her own legs. In fact, after that scene, slimy pussies were pretty much the norm. Hard dicks, however, were scarce.

Gloria was big even in the cum department. When Donna got back up on her knees, her face dripped cunt honey. Her tit swam in cunt honey when she pressed it to the hole, and Tabatha slid on a cunt slick to the base of her mother's spine. Gwen said, "Smile! [Flash] Fantastic! What a shot! Now wet the other tit."

Donna wet her other tit, then assumed a pose sitting back on her heels, her chest out. Tabatha took the opportunity to flick the nipples. Gwen said, "Try to lick your right nipple. Pull your tit up; stick your tongue way out. That's it. Lick that slimy tittie. I know it's slippery, but try to hold on. Try to get your tongue on the nipple. Beautiful! Hold. [Flash] Great, now, let's get some good and raunchy beaver shots."

Donna got to her feet but waited for instructions. Gwen said, "I want you to select the poses for the beaver shots. I have six pictures left to take, so you have six poses to present your beaver in. I don't want artsie fartsie, sensual or erotic crap. Remember, we're looking for raunchy. The people these are for yawn at the slick beaver mags, so you really need to put some thought and effort in these six. I suggest you think acrobatic. You look limber and in good shape."

Donna did not care to incriminate herself this way. Putting the onus on her back added insult to injury. Still, her compulsion to please made her think, and the first pose that sprang to mind was a doozie. She hopped up on the exam table, brought her feet up, grabbed the toes, then reclined while straightening her legs and making a wide "V".

Gwen stepped into the "V" with Tabatha and Bobby on either side of her. Donna felt vulgar holding the obscene pose with Bobby and Tabatha staring directly between her legs, but Gwen was in no hurry, fidgeting with the camera, checking the viewfinder, fidgeting more, checking more, then finally saying, "No, this one's been done to death. To be raunchy enough, we need the cunt wide open, pulled open. I want a good shot of your spermy fuck hole, maybe one with a big glob of your son's cum leaking out."

Donna groaned as Gloria said, "Have the kids stand to each side and reach in to part the lips. That'll make an effective shot just having those little hands in it. We can explain whose hands those are after we explain whose cum that is."

Donna looked apprehensive, but bit her lip as Tabatha and Bobby eagerly joined the shot. Each reached in from opposite sides, laid small fingers along her labia lips and pulled. Donna's head fell to the table top as her cunt sucked air, then burped semen. Her heart beat at a thousand beats per minute, or so it seemed. She panted as Gwen readied the shot and said, "I need to see your smiling face, Donna."

Donna's face came up but not smiling. There was too much anxiety to smile through, and too much raunchy to overcome. Gwen took the picture and said, "Okay, Mommy, let's do another."

Donna collapsed in frustration, then sat up, saying, "Why don't you just direct me, Gwen? I've never done this before. I don't know what you want, and I've never seen a beaver slick magazine. I don't know what's been done to death."

Gwen thought. "Hummm, well, roll to your side. Now send that top leg straight up, pointed at the ceiling. Pull back on the leg. That's it, girl. Now, bring your other hand down and play with your pussy. Yeah, that's it. Play with that spermy pussy of yours."

Gwen moved closer as Donna followed every instruction. The kids also moved closer. Gwen was stalling again, keeping her in that humiliating position, but this time Donna was playing with herself.

Tabatha leaned on the table, then ran her fingers over the beaver Donna played with and Gwen pretended to focus on for a shot. Donna also felt small hands rubbing over her ass, closing in on her asshole. No one said anything about the kids being in the way. Gloria overlooked the scene.

Tabatha finally broke the silence as she rested her chin on her palm, just inches from the beaver. She toyed casually with parts Donna wasn't playing with and said, "Mom, aren't you the least bit concerned with who might see these pictures of you playing with your pussy?"

Donna looked to Gloria and saw Gloria shaking her head. This was all Donna needed to see to say, "No. I'm sure it's no one we know."

"Yeah, but they will know you. You'll be famous, at least to everyone that sees them. They'll tell their friends. Pretty soon, everyone will know."

Gloria read real concern in Tabatha's words and made the cut sign. Donna and Gwen caught the sign, but Bobby was too interested in getting his finger up his mother's asshole. Donna winced as he managed, then said, "Perhaps you're right, Tabatha. Gloria, can we end this?"

"Sure. If you'd like, you can have the pictures Gwen took."

"I'd like that very much."

Donna let her leg down. The finger came out of her ass. She sat up with Tabatha's help, then hopped down. Gwen cried pleadingly, "I want these pictures." She then clutched them possessively to her chest and whined, "Pleeeeease!"

Gloria took the pictures from Gwen and handed them to Donna, saying, "They're yours. They would have gone to a very select group that values privacy, and they never would have gotten beyond that small circle, but they're yours. I just wanted you to know."

Donna was touched. She looked through the pictures, then handed them to Gwen, saying, "I trust you. I don't want them, and they are too good to waste."

Gwen took them and said, "Thanks. Gloria's right. We're talking ten people, tops, and six of those are out-of-state. They'll never see the light. You have my word. That story I told was a tease."

"I suspected, but I wasn't sure. I guess I can get dressed now."

Tabatha said, "Wait, Mom. She still has four more pictures she wants to take. She needs a good one of your ass."

"Oh, so now you want to show me off, is that it?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Because, I'm no longer in the mood, that's why not."

Gwen softly urged, "I sure could use one of your ass, Donna. Just one. Please? Pretty please?"

Donna sighed and said, "Oh, what the hell. Why not? How do you want me?"

"Just bend over the exam table and stick out that gorgeous ass."

Donna did as she was told and assumed a sexy pose with her ass offered to the camera. She peered back along her side and said, "I suppose you want my smiling face in this one, too?"

"Of course, but mostly, I want to see your asshole."

Tabatha and Bobby were quick to hop-to and did for her ass what they'd done for her pussy. As her cheeks were being pulled apart, Donna groaned, "Oh, God, this is insufferable. What a difference mood makes. Please hurry, Gwen."

"Just relax. I need the right angle. You look great, Donna. Did anyone ever tell you what a cute little butt hole you have?"

"Gwen! Just take the damn picture, will ya?"

"You know, Donna, this is the best shot of your pussy so far."

"Christ, Gwen! Please get on with it."

"I'm serious. It's all out there in the open, and now your son's sperm is dripping off your clit."

"God damnit, Gwen."

"What a clit, too. You look terribly aroused, a real juicy Lucy."

"Damn you, Gwen! Take the shot or I'm getting up. I mean it!"

"Oh, all right. Smile big like a happy slut. Oh, that's beautiful!" [Flash]

Donna shot up immediately after the flash and struggled free of the little hands and the little male finger that found its way up her ass. Gwen laughed and said, "That was more teasing. Sometimes, I hate myself."

"You're rotten, Gwen."

"I know. I'm going to take these last three while you get dressed."

"Knock yourself out, but I'm through posing. Give you an inch, you take a mile."

Gloria picked up the dress and handed it to Donna, saying, "You're a good sport, Donna. This was a once in a lifetime experience for us. You made it so." She ended that statement with a long French kiss, a passionate kiss that Donna melted into. [Flash]

Donna blushed as they parted, then started to slip the dress on, but stopped when Gwen pouted, "Don't I get a kiss?"

Donna smiled, tossed the dress, and said, "Of course you do."

Donna moved into the out-stretched arms, but was unexpectedly halted by Gwen's right hand suddenly blocking her at the forehead. There was no mistaking the downward pressure. Donna slowly sank to her knees. Gwen raised her skirt high, spread her feet wide and handed the camera to Tabatha, saying, "I'd like a good one of your mother sucking my cunt."

Donna stared at the hairy beaver for a few seconds while Tabatha readied the shot. She then went forward and took the clit in her mouth. Tabatha, from inches away, said, "Turn your face this way, Mom. Pull her pussy lips open and stick your tongue way up her hole. Yeah, that's it. Now smile like you love eating pussy. Yeah, that's it!" [Flash]

Donna remained in place after Gwen grabbed her head and moved the mouth over her clit. She got her face fucked and gradually lent herself to that purpose, even sucking hard on the clit to bring on the orgasm she felt she owed Gwen. She rode out a wild climax, gave the gash a deep French kiss and several long laps to gather the rich spend she'd brought down. She cleaned the entire area between Gwen's legs, even the inner thighs, then planted a few kisses and got up. She looked to Gwen and said, "Two miles."

Gwen just grinned. Donna slipped the dress on, forgoing the bra and panties. Tabatha dressed. Bobby dressed. When they were all dressed, Donna said, "Do you mind if I ask whose idea this was? I'm not angry, I'd just like to know."

Gwen said, "The fact is, your kids were caught fucking, brought here, and things just evolved from there. When I placed the call to your husband, I was serious. Your kids are sexually active, and you still have a problem. You'd better get it straightened out before they return to school. We might not be able to run interference the next time."

Donna looked to the twins and said, "We have a great deal to talk about then." To Gloria and Gwen, she said, "I can't thank you enough for covering this up. I don't blame you two for what happened. I think we all just got carried away. You gave me an experience I'll never forget. I can honestly say, I'll never regret having gone through it, but I hope I never go through it again."

Gloria said, "That's what men say about combat. It wasn't that bad, was it?"

"I don't know. I've never been in combat. From what I've heard, if you live through it, it's pretty exciting. Well, we'd better be going. We'll get something ironed out."

Gloria said, "Stick to your agreement, and I think your problem will be solved."

Tabatha said, "She's right, Mom. If you'll stick to your promises, we'll be perfect little angels in school." To make her point, Tabatha raised the front of her mother's dress and grabbed her by the cunt. [Flash]

Donna yanked her skirt down, then combed her fingers through Tabatha's hair, ruffled Bobby's hair, and said, "I need to think this through. I need to talk things over with your father. I need time to digest what happened. After that, we'll see. I think I can live with the promises I made, but let's wait and see what your father says. I can almost guarantee he'll force me to live up to my promises once he hears what they were. Come on, kids. Gloria, Gwen, thanks. I'll be seeing you later, I'm sure."

Gloria said, "We combat vets love to gather for reunions."

As they walked out, Bobby lifted his mother's dress high to the middle of her back. She quickly looked back and smiled. [Flash]

The camera spit out the exposed picture, and Gwen said, "Hummm, I guess I had five left. Lucky me."

As the trio left the office, Gloria said, "Donna was keeping count, obviously."

The End

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