Hi, I 'm Katie, and this is written at the special asking of my Mom 's very good supporter Frank.

Here is the task he set us for the weekend -- I want both of you to delineate in point your wildest,
near trifle fantasy. What makes you really wet ? So wet, that only a slight touch takes you over the
orgasmic brink. This will be a undercover shared among the three of us, so do n't be bashful. Discuss it, but in
a competitive way, because I want both of you to know intimately that much about one another. If you
already have this knowledge, then, I want you both to be creative and tell me a new and dissimilar
phantasy -- something that may get been subliminal -- that you have not dared think of
before ... something so out you were afraid to entertain it as a thought. Remember, I find nothing
repulsive, since I firmly believe the mind is our most medium and pleasurable erogenous zone.


Since I am the vernal, Mom let me tell apart you my limited phantasy first, in my own words.

Something that really turns me on, and I mean seriously, is to be a fashion exemplar in one of those new
season event where all the latest figure are shown for the first time to a very choice hearing, with
the manner press coverage on it. All of the clothes are totally impractical, except for wearing to special
parties by the celebrities who want to lay down some kind of a savage instruction, or just for their shock value.
I'm with half a dozen early models on a catwalk, but they are all skinny beanpoles with their bones
sticking out, you know the sorting the spiritualist function, whereas I'm a beautifully proportioned young miss. Every
outfit we've demonstrated so far has been either nearly see through, fitted very loosely so the audience
could see beneath the garment, or else so soaked as to let out even my goose bumps. When I walk out for
my quarter parade along the runway there is a change in the hearing somehow, though it's difficult to
see with the floodlights, but I can hear them passing input about my tits as they jiggle beneath my
blouse.


Then as I turn at the end of the rails the stock split doll flows out backward to expose my panty,
which I realize have no crotch in them, so the audience can now see my bare cunny. Not only can they
see my bare flesh, but it is totally mere, freshly shaved to a hairless split up knockout when I first arrived in the
changing room. You see this is my first posture job for this designer, who is utterly camp, and when he
saw me getting unclad before the number one change, he insisted that my bush would deflower the look of his
rattling macrocosm, and should therefore be removed. Since it is required for this job, and on occasion I
shave it myself anyway, I agreed to trim it, intending to go into the restroom to perform this rather
intimate task. To my surprise, he snapped his digit, and three of the young Male dressers grabbed me,
spread me across a bench and proceed to shave my cunny with everyone observation. When I was
completely smooth they poured baby oil onto my soft cumulus, massaging it into my soft skin, with
numerous slope tripper along my slit as well. When they had finished, I was let up, and no-one took any
notice, as if this had been all division of the routine pandemonium of backstage, and I was just another little setback
to be consider with as quickly as potential. I must admit that my smooth flesh felt deliciously sexy, every
touch of each new rig adding to my stimulation, especially as I was fitted with a new and different
pair of scanty each clock time. Somehow, showing my bald slit didn't seem too important anymore, and I
twirled several more clip on the way back, each troll of applause from my consultation sending shivers
through my young body.


When I reached backstage, I was seriously turned on, and could feel my cunny lips sliding wetly against
each other. I stood on my"stain"while the dressing table removed every stitch of my clothes, allowing them
to move my limbs about as they saw fit, but now the slender trace to my bare skin was electrifying.
The head dresser decided that I needed a hairsbreadth and constitution change for the next rig, and still naked, I
was quickly lead over to the dressing table, naturally enough by the char gripping my upright mammilla to
pluck me along behind her. There were several others being re-done, and as one of them rose up I noticed
that the seat had a dildo protruding from it, so when I was led over to the very same emplacement I objected
to sitting on it. I was told not to be so silly, all of the fashion model had to be held in position like this, and a
pair of hands took my pelvic girdle, and pushed me down into a sitting status. Just a quick, skilled twist of my
waist positioned the lance against my already wet fix, and I slid down like butter. The firm pink rubber
penis was heavy than my own, and it filled me painfully, but through my excitement I hardly noticed any
of the discomfort. My hairsbreadth was pinned up while my cheeks were blushed, my lipstick was applied quickly
and expertly to my unbend sass, but then also to my tumid teat, leaving them lustrous red. Quickly I
was lifted from my prat, the dildo slurping noisily as it was dragged from my tight passion burrow, pulling at
the delicate bulwark, but I had no time to savor the belief as another clothes was fitted to me.


I was stood by the curtain with the degree director psyching me up to be beautiful, to be sexy, flash my
dead body, show off my dress, to make them want my body. With a precipitous pinch on my backside, I was handed out onto the
catwalk, strutting like I owned the topographic point, my cunny buzzing with pleasure, and now I could see that the
consultation loved me. The women had their skirts drawn up, hands between their thigh, or inside their
bodice, squeezing firm titties, and I extended my shoulder so they could see my pert red nipples under
my dress. Further down along the walk two men had removed their pricks from the confines of their
elegant dress trouser, and were openly stroking immense erections as they studied my marriageable figure.
Turning at the end of the catwalk, my sense heightened by passion, I realized that the raised post we all
used to swivel on was extremely priapic, though not an literal phallus, the form was there. The head was
small-scale and sharpen, but it widened dramatically near by the understructure, and I lingered with my hand caressing it
till the next little girl was almost upon me, before I retreated on the take leg.


backstage I was stripped again, and taken to the grooming mesa for composition, but had to wait for a seat.
Meanwhile, my bureau slipped her hand between my legs, sliding a stiff fingerbreadth along my prick, and even
deep into my cunt. She shook her foreland, telling me I was too wet, and would stain the clothes, then
called over one of the trainees, a young girl about 16 years old. Taking no notice of what happened, as I
watched the point simulation seating herself on the designer's lap, his huge prick stretching her tiny bare
pussy, it was a few moments before I realized what the trainee was doing. I had expected a tissue, or a
warm washcloth would be used to clean house up my dripping vulva, and vaguely felt the warmth, but a
sudden burst of warmth to my clit made me look down to see her knelt cleaning my juice with her
tongue. Her workforce gripped my target as I jerked against her aspect, and she pulled my cheeks apart to allow
my dresser to rub a greased finger's breadth across my asshole, then advertise it good inside, twisting the finger to
spread lubrication right round the internal liner. When a can became vacant at the dressing table I was
hurried forward, again by pulling at my solid teats, but when I was seated this fourth dimension, the phallus was
embedded in my bottom, painfully stretching my sphincter till I thought I would split encompassing open.


By the end of the night I was getting dizzy with all the intimate fervour, in nastiness of the fact that
I hadn't yet climaxed, always being taken off somewhere else as the passion reached almost to a peak.
Both the couturier and the stage manager were thrilled with my performance, and the audience were as well,
they kept looking at all the orders being placed on a computer screen, saying that I could win the
competition if I kept on being sexy. While I had no idea what they were talking about, being sexy was
something I could do, and went at it with even more enthusiasm. The final parade had all the models
dressed in the flimsiest of gown, and as we gathered at the end of the catwalk, the announcer told
everyone that the winner of near popular simulation for tonight's show was Katie. Everyone cheered as the
intriguer took my hired hand and brought me forward for a bow, making me twirl so my wench few out to
disclose my raw cunny, as pantie hadn't been allowed for any of us this time. Stood at the front, on
full display, I was shown proudly to my fans, being turned back and Forth, bowing and curtsying, then
the graphic designer came over and gave me a kiss, not on the cheek, but fully on my lips. A passionate embrace
that included his bridge player running over my bottom. Then the noblewoman announcer came on stage, and gave me
an even more fervent embrace, with her tongue going in my mouth, and her hands fondling my lightly
clad tit. I was almost cumming from all this input, and hardly noticed the gang calling out for
the pole to be given me.


I assumed this was the trophy for being best model, and was surprised when the oral sex model took my ankle,
raising my substructure up sideways in a ballet stock split that must have been displaying my bare cunny to everyone.
With the unanimous audience wild about me, cheering and shouting, I began to remark as I was moved slightly
sideways till my spread leg were over the pivot post at the end of the catwalk. The fluid metallic rod
was slipped between my lips, four inches of the specialize shaft entering my dripping snatch as I was helplessly
impaled on the stage. My skirt was pulled aside and pinned up so as not to hide out the centre of my young
girl's cunny, stretched by even the top division of this post that I'd been turning on so innocently all
evening. Slowly I was turned to face different division of the consultation, the slam twisting against my
delicate walls, then the pass good example leaned forward and told me to curtsey. I dipped slightly, forcing the
metal rod deeper into my small tender kettle of fish, then a paw reached over into my slit to rub my throbbing
clit to big heights of passion.


I could feel my climax building after being so long denied through the eventide, each painful turn and
curtsy pushing me nearer to the brink of firing. Gradually I felt my legs weaken, the knees trembling as
new waves of erotic pleasure flashed through my clit, and I knew they would soon apply way and expend me on the
floor. Helpless to fend, I was now turning and bobbing to everyone who wanted to see, till at last I could
stand no More stimulation. Timed to perfection, my arm was grasped at each position, raised up in a undulation of
appreciation, then swept down to a an extremely deep curtsey, just as my branch finally gave way. A scream
of intense passion left my throat as a massive climax swept right through every fiber of my Whitney Young organic structure,
drowning out the pain as I dropped down along the widening calamus that was tearing out my precious
virginity. Only the most slender of beam had ever penetrated that most sacred passage, protecting the
roadblock of my hymen that would be a precious endowment to my particular buff. Now I was being sacrificed on the
alter of renown and way, and I had no former care but my own fulfillment as I tried to lift my weight so
that I could swing once more onto that roughshod post. Each deep thrust renewed fresh waves of orgasm that
set my hips shaking, driving the heartless metal dildo deeper into my aching wet cunny.


wellspring Frank, I hope you enjoy reading my secret fantasy, it's been special to me during the last few years,
and after talking with Mom over the weekend I'm now privileged to share this with the both of you

squeeze and kisses
Katie

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This is Mom 's storey of her favorite fantasy.


fountainhead, here we go with my account, Frank, something that I have never allowed to fully develop, but
element of it do surface now and again, always with a most dramatic core on me.

We are all at my Dad's house in high span for some holiday, such as Thanksgiving I think, and we're all
in the lounge chatting. There are all four of us there, Dad and my step-brother Henry M. Robert, my daughter Katie,
and myself, when somehow the conversation gets steered round to sexual activity. This had always been a very
taboo matter at home, but in my fancy it all seems quite natural, although I still have substantial memories
of the way everyone used to react when I was a girl, and I'm desperately trying to reconcile them in my
mind. When Dad asks how my sex life is getting on now, I hear myself explain that I masturbate quite a
lot, and download porn from the internet when I need it. Dad smiles, nodding his headspring as he says how
glad he is that I'm glad, and I squeeze his hired hand in gratitude, but inside the back of my mind is a
nagging dread of something I can't quite grasp. Robert turns to ask the Lapplander thing of Katie, and she
enthusiastically tells everyone about the new dildo she bought last week, including how she tried it out
in the shop, much to everyone's delight. I too praise my girl's loose honesty, and I feel my slit
getting wet as she tells her Uncle Robert about sitting on the dildo in her chamber when she got home
with it. Both my Dad and Robert have big bulges in their pants, which I notice they are stroking openly,
as they reminisce about how I always used to work with myself when I was a young girl.


When Dad asks to demand a look how much I've grown over the days, I happily begin to undress, slowly
unbuttoning my blouse, then leaving it fully capable to expose my bra covered breasts while I remove my short
doll. As I strip down for my mob, I hear Henry Martyn Robert club his niece to get off her apparel as well, so
that they can liken the nude body of their two favorite ladies. When we are both undress to our
undies, we are endure incline by side, still half naked in front of my Dad and brother, and strangely enough,
everything is fine, as if it were the most natural affair in the earth. While all my stifle anxiety are
still there, my most prominent intuitive feeling is one of rising sexual passion, and I can feel my pussy juice
flooding into my lace step-in. On dictation we both step forward, and Dad begins to feel my breasts through
my bra, caressing them gently, while I can see Robert doing the same to Katie, and both of them are
showering us with compliments about how beautiful and aphrodisiac we are.


Robert suggests we compare our breasts, and both bra are removed so that our naked tit soma can be
examined thoroughly, Katie panting just as hard as I am when her nipples are pulled gently. The men want
to ascertain our target, and we are now turned by our hip joint to face away from them, our panties pulled down,
and the tush cheeks meticulously fondled. Next we are bent over so that the central groove portion widely
to uncover two minuscule rosebuds which are gently lubricated, then penetrated by a strong male finger.
Katie reaches over to hold my mitt, looking at me with lust in her eyes to match my own raging passions,
then we moan in unison as our motherfucker stretch to take a finger full depth.


After a unforesightful while we are resist facing the men again, still with our panties below our butts, the front
edge just against the line of our pubic heap, but not for long as Dad and Robert carefully lower each
waistband to slowly expose a distich of smooth out shaven pussies, turning the panties inside out so that they
reveal voider covered in boneheaded young woman juice.


"Still a wet little slut, my darling,"Dad says to me with a grinning, and turning to Katie he continues,"Your
Mom always had wet panties, sweetheart, it was one of the things I loved about her. Even when she was
freshly changed into clean house underwear, you only had to catch her nipple, and straight away she would
flood her panties."


Knowing that my Dad approved of my wet kitty was a marvellous thing to get wind, and made me tingle
deep inside my tummy. Robert then pointed out to Dad that his granddaughter also had a dripping wet
cunny, just like her Mom, and added how skillful it was that both women were such hot little foxes. Pulling
down our panties altogether, Dad and Henry Martyn Robert now had us totally naked, and we were made to sit for
them in the most erotic manner, spreading our thighs widely apart, offering up our breast for them to suck
our erect nipples, and being passed from one to the other for inspection. Finally we were told to kneel
before them, then asked if we would like to relieve the erections we had caused, to which we both said
yes, finally being allowed to unzip their pants, draw out them down, and stare upon two tumid throbbing motherfucker
just waiting to be caressed. Katie's eyes were wide open as she studied her Uncle Henry Martyn Robert's stopcock, and she
reached out to wrap her hand rhythm it, stroking it slowly, while I reached out to bring with my Dad's long
hard prick.

I had wondered what this would be like for so long, ever since those uncommon occasions when I saw him in the
bathroom, and now I was free to delight giving him the pleasure he deserved for taking charge of me for so many
years. After stroking him for a while, I leaned forward, watching him smile at me as my sassing slid over the
knob of his manly lance, playing my natural language across it before sliding its length deep into my mouth. Glancing
sideways, I saw Katie watching me suck my Dad while she played with my blood brother, then she too slipped her
mouth over her Uncle's putz, forcing her back talk wide enough apart to subscribe to him inside as her Mom was doing.
It felt wonderful to be together as a family, sharing sex and love with each other without any regrets or
recriminations, knowing that we had so much enjoyment that we could give to these two wonderful men.


After twenty minutes of oral attention I could see both of them lead off to lift their pelvic arch, and feel my Dad's
scratch pulsing in my rima oris, so I kept my spit working steadily along his shaft, holding back at times to
make him last. When Robert began to hurl into Katie's mouth, I increased my pressure, bringing Dad up
to his coming just a few second gear behind Robert, feeling the first jets of loggerheaded punk photoflood in my mouth,
holding it as I heard Katie swallow. Both my Dad and Robert then pushed our heads backward, off their
pulsing putz as the rest of their coming was sprayed across both of our faces in sticky white jets.


We knelt there covered in cum, strands dripping from our chin onto our bare titties as Dad told me to open
my mouthpiece. Showing him that I still held his juice inside me, he told me to share it with Katie, so I leaned
over to give her a sticky candy kiss, passing my Dad's spunk into my own daughter's mouth, then taking it back as
she pushed her Granddad's cum into her own Mom's mouth. When we'd swapped juices a few sentence, Dad had us
both open our mouths while he and Robert looked at the fibril of sperm across our clapper, and the pocket billiards
of midst fluid behind our dentition, finally ordering his two girls to swallow it all down into our tummies.


This is the ultimate acceptance of my sexual drives, that I am loved enough to share this most intimate,
and forbidden of erotic human action with my closest kin. As Dad reaches out to my bare pussy, slipping his
digit into my slit, his nail scraping the tip of my raise clitoris, I explode in orgasm, staying on my
articulatio genus in front man of him while cramp of violent pleasance ripple through my whole body.



With gratitude to my very especial friend
Love Shelly