Fbailey story number 744


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I could not think the achiever of my"Up Skirt photo Machine."

I rolled it up next to the incoming to the shopping mall and stood back. At first the young lady seemed leery of it. They read my signaling and giggled. Then all of a sudden there were ten girls lined up to use it.

My sign read,"Please stand on the marks, look at this foretoken, and then fight the release with your ovolo. Thank you for your cooperation."

They lined up corresponding oxen to the slaughter. They didn't motion a matter. They didn't know that I had started an internet website devoted to up elude shots of women.

There were molded topographic point for their human foot at about shoulder width or two metrical foot apart. When they pressed the button I got various image at the same time. One was of their facial expression, one was of their existent thumbprint, and three others were up their dame from three dissimilar focal lengths. I would get the full result with plenty of leg from their ankle up. Then I would get another one from their knees up and then a closing curtain up of their crotch.

I had run out of other ways to get up skirt moving picture so I had invented the"Up Skirt Photo Machine."

I sat back in my pickup hand truck and just watched as lady friend after lady friend stood there and pressed the button. Surprisingly several women stood on it too. I had to chuckle to myself when daughters would spill their mothers into standing there too.

After about four hours I put the political machine in the spinal column of my pickup motortruck and headed base.

I could not consider the succeeder. A hundred and xiii lady friend and womanhood had unwittingly posed for me. Half were wearing lean panties and fifteen of them were not wearing any step-in at all.

Then day after day I moved my machine around Town putting it in a dissimilar place each time. However, once a week I took it back to the shopping shopping centre where my biggest results took shoes. I even recognized the like miss standing on it time after time.

I was really surprised when I saw my own married woman and daughters stand on it. They were with her safe friend and her two daughter too. Interesting.

I let my simple machine stay there until just before the shopping center closed. I changed the batteries and the photographic camera remembering scorecard and placed it on briny Street between two very democratic cake. Luckily I got a honorable parking place so that I could keep back an eye on it. It was simply amazing the number of women that would stand on it and go in one bar, come up out, stand on it and then go in the next bar. I even watched some women stand on it, take their panties, and then abide on it again. Many of the guys forced their engagement to stand on it.

After the legal profession closed I took my machine household and retrieved my magnetic disk. The upshot were fantastic. My daughter's panty pictures were something for me alone to hoarded wealth. My wife's girlfriend and both of her daughters were pantyless. Now I certainly did not have a bun in the oven that. When I got to the word-painting outside the bars, things certainly improved. Those cleaning woman were wearing very energise scanty in idle colors, crotchless, and even thong. I saw panty ocean liner with wings, loggerheaded period pads, and tampon strings. I saw hairy pussies, bald pussies, and everything in between. I saw a variety of tattoos up there too. It was everything that I had hoped for. I posted them to my site.

The next morning I looked and found that I had doubled my rank to my site over night. My"Up Skirt Photo political machine"was a total success.

I pretty much started moving my auto between the shopping shopping mall and several Browning automatic rifle in town. Then for some reason I placed it near the senior high school school just before a football game. I watched as hundreds of missy stood on it and pushed the button. to the highest degree of the girls were from our high shoal but respective passenger vehicle brought in girls from the other school. Even cheerleaders, coaches, mother, and teacher stood on it. I did not wait, I took it home and checked out the results.

Later my older daughter Kristina knocked on my federal agency door. I cleared my screen and let her in.

Kristina said,"I saw you take that"Up Skirt photo machine"away from the football biz today. What are you doing with the film of girl's pantie ?"

I had always been honest with her so I told her. She took it all in and then asked,"Can I see some, especially from today. I know a lot of the girls that go to my school."

So I pulled up the file and started going through them. Kristina stopped me occasionally and said,"That's Gina, that's Cathy, and that's Judy. I quickly renamed the Indian file with the girlfriend's names. She would giggle whenever she saw a girl without her scanty on.

When she saw her own picture she smiled and asked,"Would you like if I wasn't wearing scanty ?"

I replied,"Yes, I would."

Kristina asked,"What do you do with those film ?"

I pulled up my net site and I showed her. I also noticed that my membership had doubled once again.

Kristina asked,"What if I had all of my lady friend take off their panty before standing on your machine ?"

My smile told her what I thought of that idea. She gathered up all of her panties in her dresser draftsman and followed me out to the garage where my machine was. She just smiled as she removed her panty and stood on it to push the button. Then she slipped on every brace of step-in that she had brought out, one at a sentence and stood on my machine. Every now and then she would stand on it with any scanty. She always smiled at me when she pushed the button.

We went back to my office and looked at her motion-picture show. Then Kristina said,"Emily Price Post them. stake all of them. I want the cosmos to look up my skirt."

I listed them all under the heading of K's Panties.

The adjacent day was Billy Sunday and when we checked my web website we found that her motion-picture show had been hit pretty good with lots of comments about wanting to see her face or to have it away her.

Kristina asked,"What would chance it I held my twat mouth open and you posted them ?"

I said,"Guys all over the world would be jerking off to your pussy."

She asked,"What would they do if they knew that I was only fifteen ?"

I replied,"They would probable put me in jail."

Kristina asked,"So how old does a girl have to be to stake nude painting ?"

I replied,"In this country…eighteen."

Then Kristina said,"You should put that automobile in the park across from the Teen Center next Friday."

I asked,"Why ?"

She replied,"Because all of the really popular little girl take the boys over there for a quick ass or blowjob. Those slut never wear step-in and they never wear knickers either. knickers would just get in the way."

I asked,"How would you know about that ?"

Kristina laughed and said,"Because Gerri's sis is a skank."

I moved my machine around the next workweek and the flick just kept getting better and better. My girl was rectify about the park across from the teenager Center. She was ripe about Gerri's sister too. I had four moving picture of her with four different dick in her kitty when she pressed the button. The boy's faces were just as unmortgaged as hers were. Kristina recognized one of the boy as Gerri's brother. Incest ! grand !

Before the succeeding football game I set up my simple machine. Kristina stood near it trying to get every girl wearing a skirt or garb to stand on it. She did pretty well at it too. She used psychological science to goat the young lady into showing off for their fellow, former young woman around them, or for the boys that were checking the girls out. All I know is that whatever she told them almost a C percent of the fille stood on it. She got at least ninety percent of the female parent and teachers that came to the game to stand on it too. Too bad that only about twenty-five percentage of the females were wearing skirts and dresses. Those tinker's dam pants sure enough slowed matter down.

Within a month Kristina had helped to defecate my web site one of the most popular on the Internet. My income far exceeded my original expectations. I didn't even listen the fact that I had been unemployed for several weeks. Hell, I may never go to work again.

I had so many up sidestep shots of my daughter's bare pussy that she hardly ever wore panties around me. We spent a lot of time together in my authority and during that time she was usually completely nude. She was cognizant of my many erections and usually suggested that she lease care of it for me. Well of course I started to bust down. I let her impart me hand Job, that eventually led to blowjobs, and then to intercourse.

The first time that I shoved my cock into my daughter's fifteen-year-old pussy she said,"Wow ! That feel good. Now I wish I hadn't let Jimmy fuck me."

Her cunt was so tight and wonderful that I didn't even question her letting jemmy fuck her. After all I had my cock in her and I was her father. Who was I to complain about who she let know her ?

She was holding onto my desk and watching the pictures on my blind as I pounded her severely from behind. I leaned over and held her tits in my hands as I continued. I had done that to her mother just the night before. The sweat was causing our bodies to smack pretty loudly just before I was ready to cum.

My immature daughter knocked on the door and asked,"What are you guys doing in there ?"

Kristina replied,"cipher ! Now go away !"

I finished filling my daughter's tight cunt with my cum.

Kristina put her skirt and blouse back on and headed for the john before my cum started to leak down her leg.

When she returned Ruthie came in with her.

Kristina said,"She knows !"

I looked at Ruthie and she said,"I want to help you get up skirt pictures…and…I want you to fuck me too. Jimmy was fearsome at it !"

I could hardly trust that my thirteen-year-old girl had also let her cousin Jimmy fuck her. I'd have to talk to my sis about him…the adjacent time that I had my putz in her pussy.

Seeing my youngest daughter naked made my peter hard so I slipped it into her as she sat on my lap facing me. If I thought that Kristina's pussy was mean then I didn't have a Holy Scripture for how cockeyed Ruthie's pussycat was. All I know is that it was tight enough to cut off the catamenia of sperm from entering her uterus. I lifted her up and then it squirted all over her almost hairless pussy.

My wife had heard her vociferation as I fucked her and opened to door. We had forgotten to put away it and she saw everything.

When we had finished she asked,"Are they better than your sister and I are ?"

I just smiled so she asked,"Is he better than Jimmy ?"

I watched as the two fille just smiled.

My wife had known about my Up Skirt Photo simple machine the whole time. She encouraged me to land up it and to take up the web site. When I told her that she could quit working too, she jumped for joy.

Our business just kept improving week by week, as did the quality of our photos.

After all we had an endless supplying of models.


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