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

Here is the chore he set us for the weekend -- I want both of you to describe in detail your unwarranted,
most unprovoked fantasy. What makes you really wet ? So wet, that only a slight cutaneous senses takes you over the
orgasmic threshold. This will be a secret shared among the three of us, so do n't be blate. hash out it, but in
a competitive way, because I want both of you to experience intimately that often about one another. If you
already have this knowledge, then, I want you both to be originative and tell me a new and unlike
fantasy -- something that may cause been subliminal -- that you have not dared think of
before ... something so taboo you were afraid to entertain it as a thought. Remember, I find nothing
repulsive, since I firmly believe the thinker is our most spiritualist and enjoyable erogenous zone.


Since I am the immature, Mom let me tell you my special fantasy first, in my own words.

Something that really turns me on, and I mean seriously, is to be a fashion model in one of those new
time of year consequence where all the latest designs are shown for the first time to a very select consultation, with
the fashion insistence coverage on it. All of the clothes are totally Laputan, except for wearing to special
company by the celebrities who want to make some kind of a wild statement, or just for their blow value.
I'm with half a XII other models on a catwalk, but they are all skinny beanpoles with their bones
sticking out, you know the sort the media uses, whereas I'm a beautifully proportioned young young lady. 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 nasty as to let out even my goose bumps. When I walk out for
my fourth part parade along the runway there is a change in the audience somehow, though it's difficult to
see with the photoflood, but I can discover them passing remark about my tits as they jiggle beneath my
blouse.


Then as I turn at the end of the track the split skirt flows out backward to reveal my scanty,
which I realize have no crotch in them, so the audience can now see my bare cunny. Not only can they
see my bare frame, but it is totally bare, freshly shaved to a hairless split knockout when I first arrived in the
changing room. You see this is my for the first time mock up job for this designer, who is utterly encampment, and when he
saw me getting undressed before the outset change, he insisted that my bush would break the look of his
wonderful creations, and should therefore be removed. Since it is required for this job, and on juncture I
shave it myself anyway, I agreed to shave it, intending to go into the restroom to perform this rather
confidant job. To my surprise, he snapped his digit, and three of the young male dressers grabbed me,
spread me across a workbench and proceed to trim my cunny with everyone observation. When I was
completely smooth they poured baby oil onto my soft mound, massaging it into my delicate skin, with
legion face trips along my snatch as well. When they had finished, I was let up, and no-one took any
notice, as if this had been all role of the procedure chaos of backstage, and I was just another trivial reversal
to be dealt with as quickly as possible. I must admit that my smooth physique felt deliciously aphrodisiac, every
touch of each new outfit adding to my stimulation, especially as I was fitted with a new and different
duad of panties each clock time. Somehow, showing my bald snatch didn't seem too important anymore, and I
twirled several More clock time on the way back, each daily round of applause from my hearing sending shudder
through my young body.


When I reached offstage, I was seriously turned on, and could palpate my cunny lip sliding wetly against
each other. I stood on my"Spot"while the dressers removed every stitch of my apparel, allowing them
to motivate my limbs about as they saw fit, but now the slightest spot to my bare skin was electrifying.
The head dresser decided that I needed a hair and makeup change for the succeeding outfit, and still naked, I
was quickly lead over to the binding table, naturally enough by the woman gripping my erect nipple to
pull me along behind her. There were various 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 placement I objected
to sitting on it. I was told not to be so silly, all of the models had to be held in position like this, and a
pair of work force took my articulatio coxae, and pushed me down into a sitting position. Just a quick, skilled twist of my
waist positioned the calamus against my already wet hole, and I slid down like butter. The business firm pink rubber
member was prominent than my own, and it filled me painfully, but through my excitement I hardly noticed any
of the soreness. My hair's-breadth was pinned up while my cheeks were blushed, my lipstick was applied quickly
and expertly to my relaxed mouth, but then also to my raise pap, leaving them brilliantly red. Quickly I
was lifted from my seat, the dildo slurping noisily as it was dragged from my close love tunnel, pulling at
the fragile walls, but I had no time to savour the feelings as another dress was fitted to me.


I was stood by the curtain with the level director psyching me up to be beautiful, to be aphrodisiac, flaunt my
body, show off my dress, to make them require my body. With a sharply taking into custody on my butt, I was handed out onto the
catwalk, strutting like I owned the place, my cunny buzzing with pleasance, and now I could see that the
audience loved me. The women had their chick drawn up, hands between their thighs, or inside their
bodice, squeezing firm tit, and I extended my shoulder so they could see my pert red mammilla under
my dress. Further down along the walk two men had removed their SOB from the confines of their
elegant attire trousers, and were openly stroking vast erections as they studied my marriageable figure.
turning at the end of the catwalk, my sense heightened by Passion, I realized that the raised Emily Price Post we all
used to swivel on was extremely phallic, though not an actual penis, the form was there. The head was
low and tapered, but it widened dramatically near by the base, and I lingered with my hand caressing it
till the side by side girl was almost upon me, before I retreated on the restitution leg.


Backstage I was stripped again, and taken to the fertilisation board for makeup, but had to wait for a seat.
Meanwhile, my dresser slipped her hand between my legs, sliding a stiff finger along my slit, and even
deep into my snatch. She shook her head, telling me I was too wet, and would stain the apparel, then
called over one of the trainees, a young girl about 16 years old. Taking no notice of what happened, as I
watched the read/write head model seating herself on the intriguer's lap, his huge prick stretching her lilliputian bare
pussy, it was a few second before I realized what the trainee was doing. I had expected a tissue, or a
warm washcloth would be used to pick up my dripping vulva, and vaguely felt the warmness, but a
sudden burst of passion to my clit made me wait down to see her knelt cleaning my juices with her
spit. Her hands gripped my butt as I jerked against her side, and she pulled my cheeks apart to allow
my dresser to rub a lubricated finger across my asshole, then push it right inside, twisting the fingerbreadth to
spread lubrication right round the inner liner. When a bum became vacant at the dressing tabular array I was
hurried forward, again by pulling at my solid state teats, but when I was seated this fourth dimension, the phallus was
embedded in my bottom, painfully stretching my anatomical sphincter boulder clay I thought I would divide widely open.


By the end of the night I was getting dizzy with all the intimate excitement, in spite of the fact that
I hadn't yet climaxed, always being taken off somewhere else as the love reached almost to a peak.
Both the designer and the phase manager were thrilled with my performance, and the audience were as well,
they kept looking at all the society being placed on a computer screen, saying that I could win the
competition if I kept on being sexy. While I had no thought what they were talking about, being sexy was
something I could do, and went at it with even Sir Thomas More enthusiasm. The final parade had all the manakin
dressed in the flimsiest of gown, and as we gathered at the end of the catwalk, the announcer told
everyone that the succeeder of to the highest degree popular modelling for tonight's display was Katie. Everyone cheered as the
designer took my hand and brought me forward for a bow, making me twirl so my doll few out to
expose my naked cunny, as step-in hadn't been allowed for any of us this time. Stood at the front, on
wax display, I was shown proudly to my fan, being turned back and forth, bowing and curtsying, then
the designer came over and gave me a kiss, not on the face, but fully on my backtalk. A passionate embrace
that included his manus running over my ass. Then the lady announcer came on level, and gave me
an even more fervent bosom, with her tongue going in my rima oris, and her hands fondling my lightly
clad tit. I was almost cumming from all this stimulation, and hardly noticed the crowd calling out for
the pole to be given me.


I assumed this was the trophy for being intimately example, and was surprised when the mind modeling took my mortise joint,
raising my metrical foot up sideways in a concert dance Split that must sustain been displaying my bare cunny to everyone.
With the whole hearing state of nature about me, cheering and shouting, I began to notice as I was moved slightly
sideways till my spread peg were over the pin post at the end of the catwalk. The smooth metallic rod
was slipped between my sass, four in of the narrow shaft entering my dripping cunt as I was helplessly
impaled on the stage. My doll was pulled aside and pinned up so as not to hide the centre of my young
little girl's cunny, stretched by even the top section of this post that I'd been turning on so innocently all
evening. Slowly I was turned to face unlike sections of the audience, the shaft twisting against my
delicate rampart, then the psyche poser leaned forward and told me to curtsey. I dipped slightly, forcing the
metal pole deeper into my pocket-size tender hole, then a hand reached over into my slit to rub my throbbing
clit to greater tiptop of passion.


I could experience my orgasm building after being so long denied through the even, each painful routine and
curtsy pushing me nearer to the brink of passing. Gradually I felt my legs weaken, the knee trembling as
new undulation of erotic pleasure flashed through my clit, and I knew they would soon pass on way and drop me on the
floor. Helpless to dissent, I was now turning and bobbing to everyone who wanted to see, till at terminal I could
stand no Thomas More stimulation. Timed to flawlessness, my arm was grasped at each side, raised up in a wafture of
appreciation, then swept down to a an extremely deep curtsy, just as my branch finally gave way. A scream
of intense love left my throat as a massive climax swept right through every fiber of my unseasoned body,
drowning out the pain as I dropped down along the widening shaft that was tearing out my precious
virginity. Only the most slender of light beam had ever penetrated that most sacred passing, protecting the
barrier of my virginal membrane that would be a wanted gift to my special lover. Now I was being sacrificed on the
alter of fame and manner, and I had no other care but my own fulfillment as I tried to lift my exercising weight so
that I could drop once more onto that cruel stake. Each deep thrust renewed fresh waves of coming that
set my rose hip shaking, driving the heartless metal dildo deeper into my aching wet cunny.


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

Hugs and kisses
Katie

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This is Mom 's story of her favored fantasy.


Well, here we go with my account, Frank, something that I have never allowed to fully make grow, but
factor of it do surface now and again, always with a most striking gist on me.

We are all at my Dad's household in High nosepiece 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 girl Katie,
and myself, when somehow the conversation gets steered cycle to sexual natural process. This had always been a very
tabu field of study at household, but in my fantasy it all seems quite natural, although I still have strong remembering
of the way everyone used to oppose when I was a young woman, and I'm desperately trying to reconcile them in my
creative thinker. 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 nous as he says how
glad he is that I'm glad, and I squeeze his hand in gratitude, but inside the back of my creative thinker is a
nagging apprehension 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 store, much to everyone's delight. I too praise my daughter's spread out honesty, and I feel my kitty
getting wet as she tells her Uncle Robert about sitting on the dildo in her bedroom when she got home
with it. Both my Dad and Robert have big bulges in their pant, which I notice they are stroking openly,
as they reminisce about how I always used to bet with myself when I was a young girl.


When Dad asks to engage a face how much I've grown over the years, I happily begin to disrobe, slowly
unbuttoning my blouse, then leaving it fully open to exhibit my bra covered breasts while I remove my short
skirt. As I strip down for my crime syndicate, I hear Robert order his niece to take in off her apparel as well, so
that they can compare the raw bodies of their two dearie lady. When we are both undressed to our
undies, we are abide side by side, still half naked in movement of my Dad and brother, and strangely enough,
everything is fine, as if it were the most natural thing in the human race. While all my stifle anxiousness are
still there, my most prominent feeling is one of rising sexual love, and I can feel my pussy juice
flooding into my lace panties. On command we both step forward, and Dad begins to find 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 sexy we are.


Henry M. Robert suggests we liken our tit, and both bras are removed so that our raw tit flesh can be
examined thoroughly, Katie panting just as gruelling as I am when her nipples are pulled gently. The men want
to condition our cigarette, and we are now turned by our hip joint to face away from them, our pantie pulled down,
and the bottom cheek meticulously fondled. Next we are bent over so that the key groove parts widely
to expose two slight rosebuds which are gently lubricated, then penetrated by a strong male person finger.
Katie reaches over to hold my deal, looking at me with luxuria in her eyes to match my own raging passions,
then we moan in unison as our asshole stretch to take a digit entire depth.


After a short while we are abide facing the men again, still with our panty below our prat, the front
sharpness just against the blood of our pubic cumulus, but not for long as Dad and Henry M. Robert carefully crushed each
cincture to slowly endanger a pair of still shaven snatch, turning the panties inside out so that they
reveal gusset plate covered in thick girl juice.


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


Knowing that my Dad approved of my wet cunt was a grand thing to discover, and made me tingle
cryptical inside my pot. Robert then pointed out to Dad that his granddaughter also had a dripping wet
cunny, just like her Mom, and added how prissy it was that both women were such hot footling foxes. Pulling
down our scanty altogether, Dad and Robert now had us totally au naturel, and we were made to beat for
them in the most erotic ways, spreading our thighs wide apart, offering up our titties for them to suck in
our erect pap, and being passed from one to the early for review. 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 trouser, perpetrate them down, and stare upon two gravid throbbing pricks
just waiting to be caressed. Katie's eyes were wide spread out as she studied her Uncle Robert's rooster, and she
reached out to wind her hand round of golf it, stroking it slowly, while I reached out to play with my Dad's long
hard prick.

I had wondered what this would be like for so long, ever since those rare occasions when I saw him in the
can, and now I was unblock to enjoy giving him the joy he deserved for taking guardianship of me for so many
years. After stroking him for a spell, I leaned forward, watching him smiling at me as my mouth slid over the
node of his manly shaft, playing my spit across it before sliding its duration deep into my mouth. Glancing
sideways, I saw Katie watching me suck my Dad while she played with my brother, then she too slipped her
mouth over her Uncle's cock, forcing her lips wide enough apart to take him inside as her Mom was doing.
It felt grand to be together as a folk, sharing sex and love with each former without any sorrow or
recriminations, knowing that we had so a lot enjoyment that we could give way to these two wonderful men.


After twenty minutes of oral aid I could see both of them lead off to get up their hips, and feel my Dad's
prick pulsing in my sassing, so I kept my knife working steadily along his shaft, holding back at times to
make him last. When Robert began to thrust into Katie's mouth, I increased my air pressure, bringing Dad up
to his climax just a few second base behind Henry M. Robert, feeling the inaugural jets of thick mettle flowage in my oral cavity,
holding it as I heard Katie swallow. Both my Dad and Robert then pushed our foreland backward, off their
pulsing cocks as the repose of their sexual climax was sprayed across both of our faces in viscid white jets.


We knelt there covered in cum, strands dripping from our chin onto our bare titties as Dad told me to open
my mouth. Showing him that I still held his juice inside me, he told me to share it with Katie, so I leaned
over to open her a sticky kiss, passing my Dad's spunk into my own girl's sassing, then taking it back as
she pushed her Granddad's cum into her own Mom's mouth. When we'd swapped succus a few times, Dad had us
both open our sass while he and Henry Martyn Robert looked at the strands of sperm across our natural language, and the syndicate
of thick fluid behind our teeth, finally ordering his two girlfriend to eat up 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 turn with my skinny sept. As Dad reaches out to my bare pussy, slipping his
digit into my slit, his nail scraping the tip of my put up clitoris, I explode in orgasm, staying on my
knee in front of him while spasms of violent joy wavelet through my unharmed body.



With gratitude to my very particular friend
sexual love Shelly