From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Reply-To: an101532@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: New Story: "A Picture Worth 10,000 Words"
Date: Wed, 29 Nov 1995 06:07:48 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <061316Z29111995@anon.penet.fi>

WARNING!

The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy

involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially

unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a

firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This

story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story

should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not

to attempt any of these acts without professional

guidance and a net.  If you are underage, stand, 

move away from the console, and unplug the computer.  

Reading stories like this can make you go blind. 

If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners

to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This

will help you recognize sinners when you see them. 

Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

 

Phil Phantom     

 

          "A Picture Worth Ten-Thousand Words" (Part one of two)

                     By Tiffany



Brenda had an obscene view of her father's tight ass, large

balls, and long cock as he sawed his cock lazily in four-inch

stokes within the tight-lipped sheath of her thirteen-year-old

daughter's vagina.  Carly's thin white legs, bent sharply at the

knees and splayed out to the sides, gave Brenda a view of her

daughter she never thought she'd see, as well.



Brenda's first impulse was to rush forward and drag her father

off Carly.  She could not understand what stopped her, or why she

stayed rooted to the spot at the doorway, hiding, though neither

could see her even if she were fully inside the room.  Perhaps

going four months without sex explained her inaction.  Perhaps

the sight of the largest, most masculine cock she'd ever seen

fucking the cutest, most adorable pussy she'd ever seen, short

circuited her motherly instincts.  Only a flea riding on Tom's

balls would have a better view.  



The vision was so shocking, yet so erotic, that a primitive part

of her brain seemed in control.  Her eyes had a direct line to

her clit as she followed the obscene in and out motion.  



Carly's pleas of, "Please, Grandpa, don't cum in me again," and

"Please don't get me pregnant," had no effect on Brenda.  If

anything those plaintive pleas helped lubricate her panties. 

Carly added, "Grandpa, I'll suck you.  I've been good.  I don't

wear panties anymore like you want.  I let Mom see my pussy.  I

touched her thigh high up on the inside, very close to her pussy. 

I'll touch her pussy next time, I swear.  Please, don't cum in

me."



Brenda's hand went up her dress, slid under the waist band of her

panties, her middle finger sliding into the wet grove of her sex,

as her father said, "You should have done as you were told.  You

should have thought of the consequences last night.  Now it's too

late."



He drove his cock in fully and doubled the length of his stroke. 

Carly stiffened and cried, "Please, Tom, I can't get pregnant. 

Give me another chance.  I'll finger fuck her till she knocks me

away."



Brenda finger fucked her pussy vigorously watching her father

going for his climax.  He pinned Carly's legs back by pushing

against the underside of each thigh, pounding his cock in her

cunt as Carly cried and flailed her head.  Brenda found herself

trying to send him a silent message not to pull out, silently

saying, "Don't listen to her, Daddy.  Don't pull out.  Teach her

a lesson.  Flood her womb with sperm.  She must know she's

ovulating; I taught her how to tell."



She then heard, "Tom, don't, I'm ovulating.  If you cum in me

this time, I will get pregnant.  I can't go through that again."



Brenda said inside her head, "Again?"  She then smiled and

frigged herself harder mentally saying, "Go for it, Daddy.  Knock

her up again.  Don't pull out."



Carly's small hands appeared at her small white ass cheeks.  They

gripped handfuls of ass flesh and pulled as she begged, "Grandpa,

fuck my ass.  Please, fuck my asshole.  Put your cock in my ass

and fuck me hard, as hard as you want.  Come in my ass, I'm

begging you."



Brenda saw Carly's pink, wrinkled ring blossom and distort with

the tremendous pressures being exerted from the pummeling cock.

The thick mass moved inside the girl's small body, plowing

everything out of its way, then tried to suck everything out as

the cudgel retreated.  Carly's asshole puckered out on the in-

stroke, and sucked in on the out-stroke.  To Brenda, a sudden

withdrawal of that monster cock would suck the kids guts out with

it; still, Brenda kept silently cheering Tom on.  



As delightful as watching him fucking her ass would be, Brenda

wanted to see sperm leaking from her daughter's fertile pussy.

Carly's hands relaxed and dropped just as his buttocks squeezed

tense.  He pumped sperm into her limp anguished little girl. 

Brenda leaned against the door frame, humped her fingers, bit her

bottom lip, and came with her father.



White frothy fluid bubbled and seeped from the tight seal of cock

and cunt.  Her father, having deeply deposited his load, paused

with the head lodged just inside Carly's pussy.  His thickly-

veined shaft glistened.  The creamy mass gathered at the base of

Carly's pussy and began to flow over her anus and down her ass

crack.  He slowly sank his cock in to the balls, plugging her as

he wilted, lying fully on her small body, making her strain to

breathe before he rolled them both to put Carly on top.



Brenda sank slowly behind the door frame and listened.  She heard

her father say, "I don't think the threat of getting you pregnant

is motivation enough for you, Carly.  I'm beginning to think you

want to get pregnant.  I'd better see you advancing toward my

goal, or I'm going to start letting out some of your pictures."



"Oh, no, Grandpa!  No, god, I beg you.  I'll do it, I swear.  I'm

sure she's interested.  I can do this.  I know I can.  I just

need more time."



"Your time is running out, Carly.  If I don't get my pictures of

you and your mother sucking each other's cunts, you're going to

pay and pay dearly.  As long as I have those doggie shots, you'll

take whatever I dish out, and you know I can dish it out.  I

think your father might like a sample of your portfolio to keep

him warm on those cold Turkish nights."



"Grandpa, you wouldn't!  You couldn't.  I'll kill myself if you

do that.  I swear, I will.  If I do, I'll write the longest

suicide letter anyone ever saw.  I'll tell them all the things

you made me do for your stupid porno collection."



Brenda heard a hard slap and a pained squeal, then, "Bitch! 

Don't you ever threaten me.  You've been threatening that suicide

shit for three years, ever since I made you suck off your dog. 

Well, you're still here, still sucking your dog's cock.  He's

fucked you more than I have.  You aren't going anywhere, and we

both know it.  You're going to do as I say, when I say, and how I

say, until I get all the pictures I want."



Brenda's brain sizzled under a steady flame of arousing images as

Carly slowly stopped sobbing.  Tom's voice became softer as he

said, "You're almost there, kid.  Don't fuck up now.  All we have

left is the mother/daughter series, and the mother/daughter/dog

series.  After all the cocks you've fucked and cunts you've

sucked, after all the vulgar and disgusting shit you've done, I'd

think these last two would be a cinch for you."



"Grandpa, she's my own mother.  You know pussy makes me gag,

especially big hairy grownup pussy.  Even that little girl's

pussy made me want to retch."



"Carly, you know damn well your mother's pussy isn't big and

hairy.  Ten to one she shaves or keeps it trim, and you know she

keeps it clean like everything else on her."



"I know.  I'm sure I'll like her pussy.  It's just...she's my

mother."



"Carly, she's a woman.  I told you, just look at her as another

female.  She's a hot, sexy little fox that loves attention being

paid to her body, and she'll let anyone worship her vaginal

shrine.  I could fuck her myself, if I'd lick my way up her legs

and kiss her fucking ass."



Brenda removed her panties and leaned back resting her shoulders

against the wall with her feet widely planted and her skirt

pulled up around her waist, listening intently as Carly said,

"She's not like that at all.  She'll let you fuck her, but she

won't respond to crude come-ons.  You can't just throw her down

and fuck her like you do me.  You have to make love to her,

softly and gently.  She's like a rare flower, and she likes to be

treated that way."



Brenda softly said, "Yes, Carly, keep talking to him."  



Tom said, "You're probably right, but I can't keep a hardon

making love.  I want to fuck her, knock her down, pin her ankles

behind her ears, and fuck her brains out."



Brenda quietly said, "Oh, god yes, Daddy!  Shut up, Carly."



Brenda reached down with both hands and framed her aroused sex as

she imagined Carly kneeling before her with those big blue eyes

peering up over her mound.  Brenda moved her cunt forward and

pictured her labia lips flowing over Carly's upturned nose as she

gently rubbed her pussy on her daughter's nose from the tip to

the bridge.  She could feel Carly's soft pink tongue reaching for

her hole whenever she brought it within reach.  She held that

image and heard Carly say, "I can get her into bed.  I can eat

her pussy, and get her to eat mine.  That part will be easy.  I

just need a little more time to work on her.  She liked my shaved

pussy.  I could see that in her eyes, but she'll freak when I

bring the dog in.  I know she will."



Brenda began humping and grinding her cunt in the imaginary face,

fighting hard not to cry out.  Brenda had a new image: Carly on

her hands and knees licking her cunt with Skipper, their big

black lab, clutching Carly's slender waist while hunching his

back and humping his long cock into her daughter's pussy.  Brenda

strained to hear more.  



"Not if you do it just like I told you.  Carly, we've been a good

team.  I've never given you bad direction.  You're falling apart

on me.  I haven't come this far to see everything fall apart at

the end.  I don't want to be mean to you, and I don't want to

ruin your life, but god damnit, I will if you make me."



"All right, Tom.  I'll do the dog thing any way you want it done. 

It won't work, but that won't be my fault.  Let me get Mom my

way.  I now know chicks, and I know my mom.  I know both better

than you.  And stop coming in my pussy.  I'm tired of the fucking

abortions."



"I am too.  This next one, you'll carry to term."



"Oh God!"



"My capstone picture will be you being mounted by Skipper in your

ninth month."



"You said these were the last two series."



"They are.  This will just be one picture worth a thousand

words."



Brenda strained against the wall and bit her lip to silence her

orgasm.  After a powerful climax tore through every cell in her

body, Brenda melted, sliding slowly down the wall to sit, bare-

assed on carpet with her knees splayed, staring at the opposite

wall and the family portrait thereon, another thousand word

picture with her husband centered and Carly before him.  Annual

family portraits lined the hallway, and Brenda stared at the

latest edition.  She and the other four kids formed the fringes

and background.  They even had the family dog in the damn thing. 



Brenda could not help but smile when she pictured her husband,

Frank, setting up the next family portrait eight months hence,

after his return from Turkey.  Perhaps she and Carly would change

places.  Carly's big belly would not be seen standing behind the

boys.



Brenda shook her head to clear the image.  She heard movement in

the master bedroom.  Quietly, Brenda turned to get on her knees. 

She grabbed the panties and crawled to the end of the hall before

standing and slipping out of the house.



She saw no reason to return to the office with the computers down

for the afternoon, but she had two hours to kill before she could

return home at her usual time.  She could have simply waited

outside for a few minutes before making a loud entrance, but

Brenda wanted to give her father every minute alone with Carly

she could.  She had resisted the idea of taking Carly out of

school to sit with her sick father, but he feared having another

stroke with no one at home to call for help.  Brenda was now sure

he never had the first stroke, and Carly was a virtual sex slave

to him from eight to four, five days a week.



Brenda realized just how accommodating she'd been.  She gave up

the master bedroom so he'd have room for his photographic

equipment, his hobby.  She broke her husband's firm direction not

to allow the dog in the house.  Her father showed her a magazine

article that praised the healing effect pets have on the

chronically ill.  Skippy became a house pet and they had to live

with his embarrassing erections, crotch sniffing, and leg

humping.  Skippy was relentless in his pursuit of Carly.  He

would actually jump on her, tackling her.  Brenda and the boys

had to jump to Carly's aid.  Brenda wouldn't even smack Skippy

because her father found this upsetting.  She had to smile at her

gullibility and his cleverness.  



Now that Carly couldn't wear panties under her short skirts, the

inevitable coupling would surely take place.  That was Brenda's

first thought when she saw the flash of naked pussy.  The flash

was intentional, and several more followed over the course of the

evening.  Brenda interpreted the display as a bold gamble on

Carly's part that essentially said, "Mom, you better get that dog

back outside where he belongs, or there's going to be trouble."



Everyone knew that Carly was dead set against letting Skippy

indoors.  The dog was hers, and she should have had the say.  She

cornered each family member lobbying her cause, but Brenda made

the decision.  Brenda understood Carly's anxiety.  Skippy made

her life indoors a constant battle to preserve her dignity and

modesty.  Her four brothers were no help.  They'd jump in to

assist their mother, but Brenda knew they never would if she

weren't around.  



A wicked thought struck Brenda, a thought that sent her finger

diving to her cunt.  She frigged herself on the highway.  Surely

there had to be a brother/sister series, a brothers/sister gang

bang series that included the dog.



Brenda pounded her pussy at the nasty barrage of images flooding

her aroused brain.  Her sons' virile naked cocks raping their kid

sister, holding her for the dog to mount, posing her for

Grandpa's cameras.  Brenda ignored the eighteen wheeler that

would not let her move ahead or fall back.  She stopped trying

and kept frigging, thinking about the previous weekend she left

them all alone while attending a seminar.  Yes, that was the

weekend they did the series.  She was now certain.  She had felt

the dirty secret they all shared.  She noticed the change in

Carly most of all.  She did not fight Skippy after that weekend,

and her modesty seemed a moot point to her.



She saw the change in her boys as well.  They did not get excited

or move to rescue Carly from Skippy's assaults.  Their eyes did

not bug out at Carly's shameless exhibition as she would have

expected.  They looked, but with the look of familiarity.  Brenda

knew something big happened in her absence, but she never dreamed

anything this big.  She climaxed over the images in the

brothers/sister/dog series.



Brenda slipped off the freeway and lost the trucker in traffic. 

She stopped at a shopping mall and wandered the cool mall

aimlessly, thinking unthinkable thoughts.  There had to be a

mother/sons series.  There just had to be.  What pornographic

collection could be complete without one, or a father/daughter

series.  He'd need that as well, and Frank was out of the

question.  Why weren't they mentioned?  



And then it hit her.  Carly wouldn't be needed for either.  If

her father managed to get a photo of his own daughter having sex

with a dog, he'd get his father/daughter series.  Brenda looked

for a place to masturbate, a rest room, or store with dressing

rooms.  Her eyes found the Pampered Lady Boutique with the front

window filled with sexy lingerie where young boys gathered to

gaze upon near-naked manikins or pressed their pimples to the

window glass to try and spot customers inside.



Brenda made a direct line for the door and smiled at the grinning

boys as she sashayed by with a sexy swing to her hips.  Brenda

expected a young sexy model in skimpy attire chewing bubble gum

to step forward.  Instead, a tall, distinguished older man with a

pencil-thin mustache emerged from a rack of teddies.  He said,

"Good afternoon, Madam.  I'll just run those boys off, then I'll

be right with you."



He started angrily for the door, but Brenda impulsively caught

his elbow.  He turned with a question in his eyes.   She said,

"Don't run them off on my account."



He immediately relaxed his facial features as a wry smile formed. 

He said, almost smiling, "As you wish.  Now, how may I help you?"



Brenda boldly said, "I've heard there's such a thing as

crotchless panties.  Do you sell them here?"



"We sell quite a few, but rarely to a lady as lovely as you."



Brenda coyly blushed and smiled.  She said, "I'd like to try some

on."



"We have a strict policy that panties can't be tried on without

being purchased..for sanitary reasons.  In your case, I'll make

an exception.  I think any woman would be honored to wear panties

you had next to your intimate flesh, but found unacceptable."  



Brenda's smiling eyes tried to convey her thought: "I'm yours,

you silver-tongued devil.  Lead on."  What she said was, "I will

place myself in your capable hands.  I want you to pick three

pair that you think will best compliment my intimate flesh."



"In that case, I suggest you try them all and permit me to

examine the fit."



Brenda smiled and said, "I trust you'll be thorough."



He led her to the rear of the store after grabbing every pair of

crotchless panties, three dozen in all.  The store was not empty. 

A few customers browsed the racks with a sexy middle-aged women

in skimpy attire following.  The woman gave him a look that said,

"Nice score."



The bank of three red velvet-padded and mirrored dressing rooms

lined the back side wall.  They were bright booths with louvered

salon doors that blocked the view from knees to chin on most

women, unless someone stood close and could peer over the top. 

He stood close, resting one elbow on the hinge and said, "I think

it best that you remove everything except your heels."



Brenda said, "Of course."  She then began a slow sexy strip,

while facing the man.  When she stood naked in her heels, she

smiled to return his smile.



He said, "If you would like to walk around the store, you may,

but the mall policy requires something be worn top and bottom if

customers can see you.  A small half-cup strapless bra would

serve that purpose.  It won't hide your breasts, the bra simply

presents them, nipples and all."



"I would like to see how the panties feel walking about.  If I

must present my breasts, nipples and all, to satisfy the mall, I

suppose I must."



"I understand, but I suggest you stay in the back half.  We

wouldn't want a larger crowd than we already have."



"I'll try to be discrete."



"Please, don't be discrete.  If I could, I'd place you in my

window as a stiletto heel model wearing only a smile, and the

heels, of course."



"You flatter me.  I would gladly pose for free, but you would

have to tie my hands behind my back to keep me from making a

shameless exhibition."



He watched her hands converge on her crotch and her fingers slip

inside the wet puffy folds of her sex.  He smiled while staring

and said, "Yes, I can see.  Binding you wouldn't work anyway. 

Those stiletto heels come from Hong Kong.  They'll dissolve in

liquid.  I'd have to plug you as well."



"I like being plugged."



"I'm sure you do.  I'll bind your arms if that would please you."



"That would please me immensely if you are not the gentleman you

appear to be."



"I am not, I assure you.  You stay right here and keep playing

with your cunt while you still can.  We're closing the store for

an hour.  You should have ten minutes alone with your hot pussy,

but no more."



Brenda leaned back against the wall, and threw her right foot up

to brace against the door frame by his elbow.  She peeled back

her cunt lips to show him the leak that needed his plug, then

entered her wet hole with two fingers of her left hand, fucking

herself slow and sexy while keeping her lips open and rubbing her

clit with the fingers of her right hand.  She said, "Take your

time.  I'm in no hurry."



He was in a hurry and tore himself away.  Less than one minute

later, the woman's face appeared looking over the door, looking

down at wet busy fingers, then up to say, "You adorable little

slut.  Don't you dare stop, and don't even think of going

anywhere."



Brenda said, "The thought never entered my mind.  If you're

staying, he couldn't chase me away with a stick."



The woman's face lit up.  She pushed through the swinging doors

and cried, "Oh, you fucking little bitch!"  Then threw herself on

her knees and buried her face in Brenda's neglected beaver.



Brenda was surprised by the woman's impulsive assault, but

pleasantly so.  She ground her cunt on the madly sucking mouth

and flailing tongue, mindless of the two female customers looking

in through the still open doors.  The man was with them and

turned to see what startled them.  His face went red with anger. 

When they stormed off, he came running and grabbed the woman by

her hair, yanking her to her feet, yelling, "You stupid cunt. 

What the fuck is wrong with you?  Couldn't you wait two god damn

minutes."



Brenda brought her leg down and suddenly felt terribly naked. 

The distraught man addressed Brenda, saying, "They may be getting

mall security.  You'd better get dressed and leave."  He handed

her a pair of panties, choosing one at random, saying, "Here,

take these.  Come back in three days if you still want to play. 

We have to let this blow over."  



From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Reply-To: an101532@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "A Picture Worth 10,000 Words" 2/2
Date: Wed, 29 Nov 1995 06:08:27 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <061323Z29111995@anon.penet.fi>

"A Picture Worth Ten Thousand Words"  (Part two of two)





Brenda put the panties on and hurriedly dressed.  She almost ran

from the store, and did run through Ellington's department store

to lose the boys.  She was still panting when she got to her car,

but seconds later, while safely seated behind the wheel, she

burst out in nervous laughter.  When she calmed, she drew up her

skirt and looked at the strange feeling panties she had on.



They outlined her sex beautifully, allowing everything to be

exposed.  Only leg bands caressed her thighs.  The panties looked

obscene, and she loved the look and feel.  She toyed with her

pussy and stuffed three fingers inside.  A firm metallic taping

on her window glass made her shriek and throw her skirt down. 

She looked up into the eyes of a police officer, not a mall rent-

a-cop, but a real city officer who ordered the window down.



With a face as red as a fire engine, and with her heart in her

throat, Brenda pressed the electric window switch and tried to

get her voice on its way down.  He said, "Ma'am, you were seen

running from the Ellington jewelry counter.  They believe

something is missing, and I saw you put something inside

yourself.  We have probable cause to make an arrest as it is.  If

you'll hand it over, Ellington management will decide what to do. 

I'm sure you can work something out with them if you cooperate."



"Officer, I swear, I took nothing.  I was running from boys who

were following me."



"I know what I saw, ma'am.  I'll ask you one more time.  Hand it

over."



"Officer, I was not putting anything inside.  I was...I."



"Step out of the car, Ma'am.  I'm placing you under arrest."



"He opened the door and pulled her to her feet.  He turned her

and pressed her to the car while pulling back one hand.  She felt

the cold metal of his cuffs snap on her delicate wrist as he read

her Miranda rights.  A large crowd gathered to watch the

attractive woman stammering, "I...I was...I didn't."



He left her standing in the crowd with her hands cuffed behind

her back while he searched the vehicle.  The tightly-packed crowd

caused the stiff wind to swirl in eddies lifting her skirt,

front, sides, and in back, sometimes all at once with her being

powerless to do anything about it.  The crowd's laughing snickers

made the cop look back over his shoulder.  He saw her plight, but

ignored her distress, returning to his task.  Brenda stood

stoically, staring off in space on the verge of tears, feeling

faint and nauseous.  After a few minutes, she blocked out the

crowd and let them gawk at her new panties.



Brenda returned home two hours late.  She threw down her purse

and collapsed in the first chair she came to.  She sprawled with

her knees out wide, low in the seat with her ass at the forward

edge of the cushion.  Her thin skirt draped her legs and crotch

with the hem above mid-thigh.  The family gathered around after

seeing her expression and her provocative position.  Brenda felt

the old stirrings as she looked from face to face, watching their

eyes devour the naked flesh of her thighs and burning a hole

where her pubic mound made a bump in her crotch.  



Exciting, vulgar images flashed through her mind.  Her father

looked genuinely concerned and knelt by her side.  He stroked

hair from her face and said, "Sweetheart, what happened?  You had

us all worried.  What happened to you?"



Her boys gathered in front, and Carly knelt at her other side,

also looking with genuine concern.  Carly smacked Skipper hard on

the muzzle when he nosed her ass.  Skipper backed away and sat. 

Brenda did not plan to tell her family about the crotchless

panties, but she suddenly had the desire to let them know she was

naked beneath her skirt, at least her pussy was naked.  She took

a deep breath, then said, "I did a very stupid and impulsive

thing and endured three of the most humiliating hours of my life. 

I'm ashamed to even tell you."



Instantly, every eye brightened with interest.  Her father said,

"Now, Brenda, we're family, here.  You can tell us anything; you

know that.  No one here would ever put you down, no matter what

you did.  Would you boys?"  They all made earnest pledges. "Would

you, Carly?"  Carly swore she'd never ever think badly of her. 

Tom said, "Honey, you know I think you walk on water.  You know

I'm here for you."



Brenda stalled, then said, "Oh, all right.  If you must know,

they closed the office two hours early because of a computer shut

down.  I decided to browse the downtown mall before coming home. 

I went into that lingerie shop and...oh, I can't tell you. 

You'll think I'm filthy."



Tom pushed with renewed interest, "Brenda, please!  What did you

do?"



"I bought a pair of crotchless panties, that's what."



This shocking revelation had all eyes riveted to her crotch. 

Their stares were so obvious that she had to comment and said,

"Yes, I am wearing them right now, if you must know.  You can

stare at my crotch all you want, but I'm not showing them to you,

at least, not while I'm wearing them, especially not with my legs

wide apart with my vagina as messy as it is.  Frankly, I don't

have the energy to close them, and keeping them wide open

relieves some of the discomfort."



Tom said, "Sweetheart, you're fine like you are, and you should

not feel bashful with family."



She said, "I don't think I have a bashful bone left in my body

after what happened to me today."



Six voices in unison said, "WHAT HAPPENED?"



Brenda began her story with a lie, saying that she tried the

panties on wearing nothing but her high heels and was coaxed out

to walk in the store.  She said she went with the pressure

because she thought doing so would be daring and exciting, but

got too close to the window where a group of boys saw her.  She

hurriedly made the purchase, got dressed, and left.  The boys

followed her with sinister intent written on their faces.



She had her sons on the edges of their seats.  She had Tom

stroking her right thigh and Carly stroking her left.  From there

on, she told the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the

truth.  She held nothing back as she described her ordeal, and

went in detail about her strip search, along with details of her

rectal and vaginal exams by three lesbian cops who found nothing

though their search lasted an hour.  She had to service each

lesbian with her mouth to stop the search.  



While her body was searched, her car was stripped, and vice

versa.  Four cops returned her to Ellington management to plead

her case and stop a similar search of her house.  At Ellington's,

she was stripped, fondled, and fucked by four cops and three

managers in order to get them to drop the charges.



Tom and Carly had her dress worked up past her naked mound.  She

ended her story by saying, "Now you see why I'm not stopping you

from pushing up my dress.  You could push the fucking thing to my

arm pits; I could care less.  You could strip me naked, just don't

expect me to move from this chair for next hour."



Carly and Tom exchanged looks, then Carly reached for the hem,

saying, "In that case, I think we would all like a better look at

these panties."  She lifted and laid back the skirt, baring

Brenda from her navel down, save for the most provocative panties

they'd ever seen, and the yawning, neatly-trimmed, naked-lipped,

drooling-wet, spermy pussy they'd ever seen.



Brenda drew a deep breath as Carly traced the edges of the panty

opening with her finger, saying, "Mom, they're gorgeous.  And you

have a vagina made for crotchless panties.  Its beautiful, Mom,

absolutely beautiful and so sexy with the lips shaved.  Your

beauty even shows through all the mess."



Brenda reached down with her right hand and began toying with her

pussy, moving the pulpy parts and framing her engorged clit with

slick fingers.  She said, "That's sweet of you to say, Carly. 

Hell, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to get in

my panties.  I guess you are in my panties, come to think of it.

By the way, I don't shave.  I had all of the hair between my legs

removed by electrolysis.  Even some on top."



Carly's finger joined her mother's fingers and felt the smooth

labia for herself.  Brenda used her fingers to split her pussy

open, denying Carly access to her labia, but exposing her hole, a

bold hint.  



Carly took the hint and slipped her fuck finger inside the hole,

then true to her word, she finger fucked her mother, waiting to

be pushed aside.  When not so much as a verbal rebuff came, Carly

felt ridiculous finger fucking her mother with her nasty finger,

especially when Brenda used both hands to pry her cunt lips wide

open for her.  Carly slowed to a slow internal stroking and

occasionally ran her finger over the pink meat outside, teasing

the clit before returning to deeply massage the walls of her

mother's vagina.  



Brenda watched along with everyone else, then looked up to Tom

and said, "You surprise me, Daddy.  I thought this would send you

dashing for a camera.  Surely an intimate moment of discovery

between a mother and her daughter is worthy of preserving on

film."



"Hold that thought.  Hold that pose.  Don't anybody move."  Tom

dashed to the master bedroom.



Brenda addressed Carly, saying, "I think we can do better. 

Carly, stand up and take off your clothes, every stitch."



Carly sat back in stunned disbelief.  "What?  Everything?"



"Yes, everything.  Hurry!"



"Sure, Mom, but somebody better hold Skipper."



Brenda said, "Brad, hold Skipper."  Brad grabbed the dog.  Carly

began stripping.  Brenda sat up and pulled her own dress off. 

She unhooked her bra and tossed it off.  She then sat back and

watched as Carly took off her last item, her training bra.  She

wore no panties.  Brenda said, "Now get down on your hands and

knees in front of my chair."



Carly's eyes went wide, but she did as directed.  Brenda said,

"Now move in close.  Touch your nose to my clit."



Carly said, "Mother?"



"Do as I say, Carly.  Yes, now you remain perfectly still." 

Brenda continued to toy with her cunt, spreading her wetness

under Carly's nose and mouth.  She said, "Now, Carly, move your

knees out wide and bow your back.  Thrust out your loins like a

bitch in heat."



They all heard Carly cry, "Mother!  What are you up to?"  Brenda

ignored Carly and soon felt a tongue licking at her fingers. 

Without acknowledging these licks, or looking down, Brenda

addressed her son, saying, "Brad get right behind her but keep

Skippy at bay, just enough so that he can sniff and lick your

sister's hot little pussy."



"Far out, Mom.  Are you going to let him fuck her?"



"Yes, I'm going to let him fuck her, but not until I say." 

Carly's wide eyes peered up over her mother's mound, looking to

confirm what she thought her ears heard.  Brenda would not make

eye contact, so Carly dropped her eyes to the shiny clit at the

tip of her nose.  To show she wasn't distressed by what she

thought she heard, Carly gave the slit before her lips a series

of nice long licks.



Tom emerged, saw them in that provocative pose, dropped his

tripod and said, "Holy sweet Jesus!"



Brenda said, "I take it you like this pose better."



"You're god damn right I do.  Hold what you got.  Let me get set

up.  Jerry, Steve, go get the light stands and reflectors. 

Bobby, get two more rolls of film off my dresser--fuck it, bring

all the film."



Tom fumbled with the tripod, collapsing it twice.  Brenda laughed

and said, "Slow down, Daddy.  We're not going anywhere.  Skippy's

the only one in a hurry, but he'll have plenty of opportunities

to vent his lust on her from now on.  She will not wear clothes

in this house from now until her father returns.  I'm tired of

seeing her torment that poor animal and teasing you and the boys. 

Seeing her going without panties was the last straw.  If you want

her, I'll move her into your room.  If you want, I'll move in

too."



"I want you both.  I'll teach her to tease us like she did."



"I hope you do, and if she gets herself knocked up, she'll stay

knocked up.  I'll let her meet her daddy barefoot and pregnant. 

Maybe he'll beat some decency into his little slut.  I'm going to

do my part.  From now on, I'm going to treat her like a little

cunt-sucking, dog-fucking whore."



This brought Carly's tongue licking up the groove of Brenda's

sex.  Brenda clamped Carly's head in her thighs and said, "I said

hold still.  When I want my cunt licked, you'll be the first to

know.  You'll get ample opportunity to lick my pussy, I assure

you.  Before long, you're going to think we are Siamese twins

attached mouth to cunt--your mouth to my cunt.  Your face will be

between my legs when I fall asleep, and it had better still be

there when I wake up in the morning."



They set up a photo studio around Brenda's crotch.  All lights,

reflectors, and cameras were aimed at the provocative site.  Tom

had his best camera mounted on the tripod close to the chair, but

had two more cameras around his neck.  He zoomed in and out,

tested light and shadow, then said, "I'm ready when you are,

Brenda."



Brenda said, "Skippy is more than ready, but hold him till I give

the word.  Carly, ready or not, you just hold still.  Here goes,

people."



With that, Brenda planted her feet wide and pressed her pussy

forward to make her cunt lips flow over Carly's nose.  The camera

clicked away as she slowly brought her pussy up and down, leaving

a slime coating that shone in the bright lights.  She wiped her

wet cunt all over Carly's face until her daughter's entire face

shone wet and glistening.  "Brenda said, "Brad, is Skippy's cock

hard?  Is he licking her twat?"



"Yeah, He wants on her bad, Mom.  Can I let him go, now?"



"No, not yet.  I'll tell you when.  Right now, I want her to

concentrate on cunt lapping."



Carly's tongue was not idle.  She licked at the moving spread or

let her tongue stick fully out so her mother could drag her pussy

over her soft tongue or slide her cunt hole on and off the pink

meat slab made stiff like a small cock.  Brenda posed for a

closeup with her pelvis tilted up, pulling her lips wide to

expose her arching clit and her pussy hole stuffed with her

daughter's tongue.  Brenda said, "I wish her father could see his

little angel, now,  She doesn't look so angelic with her tongue

licking my ovaries and the sperm of my lovers on her lips."



Carly was into the posing and gave several without prompting. 

She smeared the sperm all over her face by rubbing her face in

the spermy gash.  She held still for her most obscene acts until

the shot was taken, but gave her mother her best cunt lapping

between poses.  Brenda taunted Carly while she lapped pussy,

saying, "Show Skippy how hot you are for him.  Wiggle your ass,

bitch!  Reach back and fan those cunt lips open for his tongue. 

That's it.  Shake that pussy, girl.  Show him what a good bitch

whore you'll be from now on."



Brenda's inflammatory words had Carly on fire with lust for the

dog and for the pussy.  Brenda said, "Brad, bring Skippy up here. 

Hold his front paws and make him stand up.  That's it, scoot him

in close to my beaver."



Brenda sat up and took Skippy's fully erect eight-inch rod of

bright pink meat and aimed the chiseled tip toward Carly's lips,

saying, "I know you want him hot and horny for your pussy.  All

good whores suck their cocks before fucking them.  You want to be

a good whore for Skippy, don't you?"



Carly began licking, then sucking on Skippy's dick, driving her

mother's passions.  Brenda angled the cock down and rubbed the

tip in her wet slit, saying, "Here, you can suck both of your

favorite things at once, now.  Her daddy would shit if he saw

this.  Look at her go.  She loves dog cock and mommy cunt

together.  Yes, she can't get enough."



Carly licked cock and pussy as Tom's cameras fired off a staccato

of shots from various angles.  Brenda moved the tip to her hole

and slithered her pussy down most of its length, saying, "Let's

put some Mommy cream on it for you."



Carly gave way and Skippy was soon effectively mounted and fully

inside her mother.  When Brenda realized this, she said, "Daddy,

get a good shot of the dog fucking me.  Brad let him go.  You

kids, back up.  Give us some room."



Skippy's paws rested on Brenda's breasts and his tongue lolled

far out the side of his muzzle as he humped.  Brenda threw out

her arms and her legs and smiled big for the shot.  Seeing the

hanging tongue over her face, she said, "Dad, get this."  She

then leaned up and sucked Skippy's tongue into her mouth, sucking

on the tongue as though it were a limp dick.  Tom got a roll of

shots.  Brenda let the tongue slip from her mouth, brought her

arms and legs down, then said, "Brad, take him away.  He's ready

to mount his bitch, now."



Brad dragged Skippy off his mount, and Carly got back in

position.  When Brad had Skippy at the ready, Brenda said, "Let

the dog go."



Skippy mounted Carly at once, found his mark, and began humping

in earnest.  Tom used the tripod-mounted camera to take in the

entire shot.  Brenda sat up to watch the dog fuck her daughter,

then she sat back and fucked her daughter's face.



After Skippy finished, he went off to lick his dick.  One after

the other, the boys took turns fucking Carly in the ass.  No one

wanted sloppy seconds from the dog.  Brenda pulled Carly to lie

over her body, then pulled the girl's ass cheeks apart for her

boys.  While the boys fucked their sister, Brenda and Carly made

out like lovers for the camera.  Brenda came several times, as

did Carly.  When all were sated and exhausted, Brenda was left

still in her spread-legged slump.  She said, "You boys take your

sister into the bathroom and clean her up good.  Wash that dog

cum out of her cunt, slop her twat with KY jelly, and bring her

back here."



The boys gathered Carly's limp body and carried her off. 

Tom stood looking down on his daughter from between her legs. 

Brenda looked up and smiled, then said, "Fuck me, Daddy. 

Whenever you want my pussy, just throw me down and fuck me."



Tom dropped his pants then stood stroking his erection with a big

smile.  He said, "So, you came home first."



"Yes, and I'm glad I did.  I approve, totally.  As long as you're

here, I'll see that she remains your sex slave.  I want her

pregnant, Daddy.  When they bring the bitch back, I want you to

fuck me, but cum in Carly's pussy."



"Kitten, don't I always give you what you want."  



With that, he shoved his cock into his daughter and quickly

hammered in to the balls.  Brenda's eyes went crossed and she

cried out a passionate wail, "Fuck me, Daddy!  Fuck my brains

out."



Tom had half of Brenda's brains fucked out when the boys brought

Carly back.  Tom slowed, then stood on his knees with the head of

his cock still buried.  He said, "Lay her over your mother, tits

up."



Brenda assisted by positioning Carly's tail bone right over her

pubic bone.  She then pulled Carly's legs back and grasped her by

the toes.  She fanned her legs out to their fullest and said,

"Whenever you're ready, Daddy."  



Tom resumed fucking Brenda, steadily building in force, pounding

her pussy.  Brenda was quickly driven to a climax.  When her

shudders ebbed, he drew out and drove his cock deep into Carly. 

Brenda felt the stabbing penetration transmitted through her tail

bone and cried, "Fuck her pussy, Daddy.  Cum in her cunt."



Carly reached out and grasped her mother's wrists, squeezing

until her knuckles turned white, then cried out, "Cum in my

pussy, Grandpa.  Fuck Daddy's little slut.  Knock up Daddy's

little slut.  I'll never tell him it was you."



Brenda said, "Will you tell your father that you're a slut?"



"Yes, Mom.  I'll tell him I'm a slut.  I'll tell him you tried to

stop me, that you took me out of school to stop me from fucking

boys.  I'll tell him you did everything you possibly could.  I'll

protect you.  I'll protect Grandpa, too."



"You're a good girl, Carly.  Now, suck Grandpa's sperm out with

your cunt and get yourself pregnant."  Amazingly, she appeared to

do just that. 



Eight months later, on the day before Frank was due home from

Turkey, Tom stood behind the tripod as Brenda laid her very

pregnant and naked daughter on her back across the ottoman, her

ballooned belly, thighs, ass, and breasts showed numerous deep

red welts from a recent whipping.  Brenda then stood naked in the

splits with her wide-spread cunt over Carly's upturned face. 

Brenda had Brad's cock in her ass while helping Skipper mount

Carly.  Once mounted and in Carly, she held the dog up by his

front paws.  



Steve and Bobby sat on each side of Carly, each sucking an

injured tit while Jerry stood behind Skippy holding Carly's legs

wide by the toes.  Brenda sucked Skippy's hanging tongue in her

mouth and masturbated while Tom took a picture worth ten-thousand

words, for it showed the expression on Frank's face after he

threw open the door to say, "Surprise, I'm home!"



At least Brenda had one family portrait that had Frank in the

background and her in the center.  She just wished they'd let her

keep one in her cell.  The last photo copy was confiscated by a

female screw who took a long look and said, "Oh, gross.  How

could you let a dog lick you in the face?"



                           The End




