Michelle And Katie - Special Story


Fantasy
Hi, I 'm Katie, and this is written at the exceptional request of my Mom 's very unspoiled admirer Frank.

Here is the task he set us for the weekend -- I want both of you to describe in detail your uncivilised,
most piddle fantasy. What makes you really wet ? So wet, that only a slight pinch takes you over the
orgasmic brink. This will be a privy shared among the three of us, so do n't be bashful. Discuss it, but in
a competitory 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 different
illusion -- something that may have been subliminal -- that you have not dared think of
before ... something so taboo you were afraid to hold it as a thought. Remember, I find nothing
repulsive, since I firmly believe the head is our most sensitive and pleasurable erogenous zone.


Since I am the youngest, Mom let me differentiate you my special illusion first, in my own words.

Something that really turns me on, and I mean seriously, is to be a fashion manakin in one of those new
season events where all the latest designs are shown for the first time to a very choice audience, with
the fashion public press reporting on it. All of the clothes are totally impractical, except for wearing to especial
parties by the celebrities who want to make some kind of a uncivilised argument, or just for their shock value.
I'm with half a dozen other theoretical account on a catwalk, but they are all tight-fitting beanpoles with their castanets
sticking out, you know the sort the media use, whereas I'm a beautifully proportioned youthful girl. 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 tight as to reveal even my jackass bumps. When I walk out for
my fourth parade along the rails there is a variety in the audience somehow, though it's difficult to
see with the floodlight, but I can hear them passing comment about my tits as they jiggle beneath my
blouse.


Then as I turn at the end of the runway the tear skirt flows out backward to reveal my pantie,
which I realize have no genitals in them, so the audience can now see my bare cunny. Not only can they
see my bare flesh, but it is totally nude, freshly shaved to a hairless rent peach when I first arrived in the
changing room. You see this is my first simulate job for this designer, who is utterly refugee camp, and when he
saw me getting peel before the first change, he insisted that my scrub would ruin the look of his
marvelous creation, and should therefore be removed. Since it is required for this job, and on social occasion I
shave it myself anyway, I agreed to knock off it, intending to go into the public lavatory to perform this rather
intimate task. To my surprise, he snapped his digit, and three of the young male person vanity grabbed me,
spread me across a bench and proceed to shave my cunny with everyone watching. When I was
completely smooth they poured sister oil onto my subdued mound, massaging it into my delicate skin, with
numerous English trips along my puss as well. When they had finished, I was let up, and no-one took any
notice, as if this had been all character of the routine chaos of backstage, and I was just another fiddling setback
to be dealt with as quickly as possible. I must accept that my placid flesh felt deliciously sexy, every
touch of each new outfit adding to my stimulation, especially as I was fitted with a new and different
duad of pantie each meter. Somehow, showing my bald slit didn't seem too important anymore, and I
twirled respective more meter on the way back, each round of clapping from my audience sending tremble
through my young body.


When I reached backstage, I was seriously turned on, and could sense my cunny lips sliding wetly against
each other. I stood on my"Spot"while the actor's assistant removed every stitch of my clothes, allowing them
to move my limb about as they saw fit, but now the svelte touch to my bare skin was electrifying.
The principal chest decided that I needed a pilus and war paint change for the next outfit, and still raw, I
was quickly trail over to the grooming table, naturally enough by the cleaning lady gripping my erect nipple to
pull 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 position I objected
to sitting on it. I was told not to be so silly, all of the models had to be held in status like this, and a
pair of hired man took my hip, and pushed me down into a sitting position. Just a quick, skilled twist of my
waist positioned the shaft of light against my already wet cakehole, and I slid down like butter. The business firm pink rubber
penis was larger than my own, and it filled me painfully, but through my excitement I hardly noticed any
of the irritation. My hair was pinned up while my brass were blushed, my lip rouge was applied quickly
and expertly to my slack mouth, but then also to my erect nipples, leaving them bright red. Quickly I
was lifted from my posterior, the dildo slurping noisily as it was dragged from my sloshed honey tunnel, pulling at
the delicate walls, but I had no time to savor the feelings as another wearing apparel was fitted to me.


I was stood by the curtain with the stage film director psyching me up to be beautiful, to be sexy, flash my
body, show off my wearing apparel, to make them want my body. With a acutely pinch on my tush, I was handed out onto the
catwalk, strutting like I owned the place, my cunny buzzing with pleasure, and now I could see that the
interview loved me. The womanhood had their skirts drawn up, hands between their thigh, or inside their
bodice, squeezing business firm bosom, and I extended my berm so they could see my pert red nipples under
my dress. Further down along the paseo two men had removed their pricks from the confines of their
refined dress trousers, and were openly stroking huge erecting as they studied my marriageable figure.
turn at the end of the catwalk, my sess heightened by warmth, I realized that the raised office we all
used to pivot on was extremely phallic, though not an actual penis, the form was there. The head was
small and tapered, but it widened dramatically near by the stand, and I lingered with my hand caressing it
till the next girl was almost upon me, before I retreated on the return leg.


wing I was stripped again, and taken to the dressing table for makeup, but had to wait for a seat.
Meanwhile, my dressing table slipped her hand between my legs, sliding a stiff finger along my incision, and even
deep into my puss. She shook her heading, telling me I was too wet, and would stain the wearing apparel, then
called over one of the trainees, a new daughter about 16 years old. Taking no card of what happened, as I
watched the head model seating herself on the couturier's lap, his huge prick stretching her tiny bare
pussy, it was a few here and now before I realized what the trainee was doing. I had expected a tissue, or a
warm washcloth would be used to clean up my dripping vulva, and vaguely felt the affectionateness, but a
sudden burst of passion to my clitoris made me seem down to see her knelt cleaning my juice with her
tongue. Her hand gripped my goat as I jerked against her face, and she pulled my buttock apart to allow for
my toilet table to rub a greased finger across my asshole, then drive it right-hand inside, twisting the fingerbreadth to
spread lubrication right round the inner lining. When a seat became vacant at the dressing table I was
hurried forward, again by pulling at my solid teats, but when I was seated this time, the phallus was
embedded in my bottom, painfully stretching my sphincter public treasury I thought I would split wide open.


By the end of the nighttime 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 warmth reached almost to a peak.
Both the designer and the stage managing director were thrilled with my performance, and the interview were as well,
they kept looking at all the orders being placed on a electronic computer screen, saying that I could win the
competition if I kept on being sexy. While I had no melodic theme 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 gowns, and as we gathered at the end of the catwalk, the announcer told
everyone that the winner of about popular framework for tonight's show was Katie. Everyone cheered as the
designer took my paw and brought me forward for a bow, making me twirl so my dame few out to
expose my nude cunny, as panties hadn't been allowed for any of us this sentence. Stood at the strawman, on
full show, I was shown proudly to my devotee, being turned back and forth, bowing and curtsying, then
the intriguer came over and gave me a buss, not on the nerve, but fully on my lips. A passionate embrace
that included his hand running over my bottom. Then the ma'am announcer came on stage, and gave me
an even more fervent embrace, with her tongue going in my rima oris, and her hands fondling my lightly
clad breast. I was almost cumming from all this stimulus, and hardly noticed the gang calling out for
the pole to be given me.


I assumed this was the prize for being salutary model, and was surprised when the head simulation took my articulatio talocruralis,
raising my substructure up sideways in a ballet split up that must have been displaying my bare cunny to everyone.
With the whole audience wild about me, cheering and shouting, I began to notice as I was moved slightly
sideways till my spread stage were over the pin post at the end of the catwalk. The still metallic rod
was slipped between my back talk, four inch of the narrow shaft entering my dripping cunt as I was helplessly
impaled on the stage. My skirt was pulled aside and pinned up so as not to hide the centre of my young
young woman's cunny, stretched by even the top component part of this military post that I'd been turning on so innocently all
evening. Slowly I was turned to look unlike department of the audience, the spear twisting against my
delicate rampart, then the caput model leaned forward and told me to curtsey. I dipped slightly, forcing the
metal terminal deeper into my small-scale attender hole, then a helping hand reached over into my incision to rub my throbbing
clitoris to greater elevation of passion.


I could feel my sexual climax edifice after being so long denied through the evening, each unspeakable bend and
curtsy pushing me cheeseparing to the threshold of release. Gradually I felt my legs weaken, the knees trembling as
new Wave of erotic pleasance flashed through my button, and I knew they would soon contribute way and drop off me on the
trading floor. Helpless to reject, 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 side, raised up in a moving ridge of
grasp, then swept down to a an extremely deep curtsy, just as my leg finally gave way. A scream
of acute cacoethes left my pharynx as a massive culmination swept right through every fiber of my young body,
drowning out the infliction as I dropped down along the turnout shaft that was tearing out my precious
virginity. Only the most slender of shafts had ever penetrated that almost consecrated passing, protecting the
barrier of my Hymen that would be a precious giving to my limited lover. Now I was being sacrificed on the
alter of fame and fashion, and I had no other fear but my own fulfillment as I tried to go up my weight so
that I could fell once more onto that roughshod stake. Each deep knife thrust renewed bracing waves of orgasm that
set my hips shaking, driving the heartless metallic element dildo deeper into my aching wet cunny.


Well wienerwurst, I hope you enjoy reading my mystery fantasy, it's been especial to me during the conclusion few years,
and after talking with Mom over the weekend I'm now privileged to share this with the both of you

clinch and osculation
Katie

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This is Mom 's chronicle of her favorite fantasy.


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

We are all at my Dad's house in High Bridge for some vacation, such as Thanksgiving I think, and we're all
in the sofa chatting. There are all four of us there, Dad and my step-brother Robert, my daughter Katie,
and myself, when somehow the conversation gets steered one shot to sexual natural action. This had always been a very
tabu bailiwick at base, but in my illusion it all seems quite raw, although I still have substantial store
of the way everyone used to oppose when I was a little girl, and I'm desperately trying to harmonize them in my
nous. When Dad asks how my sex life history 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 foreland as he says how
gladiolus he is that I'm glad, and I squeeze his hired man in gratitude, but inside the dorsum of my mind is a
nagging dread of something I can't quite grasp. Robert turns to ask the same matter of Katie, and she
enthusiastically tells everyone about the new dildo she bought finally week, including how she tried it out
in the shop, much to everyone's delight. I too praise my daughter's give 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 hump in their pants, which I notice they are stroking openly,
as they reminisce about how I always used to play with myself when I was a Young girl.


When Dad asks to take a look how often I've grown over the years, I happily begin to undress, slowly
unbuttoning my blouse, then leaving it fully heart-to-heart to expose my bra covered breasts while I remove my short
skirt. As I strip down for my syndicate, I hear Henry Martyn Robert social club his niece to drive off her clothes as well, so
that they can compare the naked bodies of their two favorite ladies. When we are both unappareled to our
undies, we are stood side by side of meat, still half naked in straw man of my Dad and brother, and strangely enough,
everything is exquisitely, as if it were the most natural thing in the humanity. While all my subdue anxieties are
still there, my most prominent feel is one of rising sexual passion, and I can feel my kitty juice
flooding into my lacing panties. On control we both step forward, and Dad begins to feel my white meat 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.


Robert suggests we equate our breasts, and both bandeau are removed so that our naked tit form can be
examined thoroughly, Katie panting just as hard as I am when her nipples are pulled gently. The men want
to check our butt joint, and we are now turned by our hips to confront away from them, our step-in pulled down,
and the bottom cheek meticulously fondled. Next we are knack over so that the cardinal rut parts widely
to unwrap two minuscule rosebuds which are gently lubricated, then penetrated by a firm male finger.
Katie reaches over to hold my mitt, looking at me with lust in her center to match my own raging cacoethes,
then we moan in unison as our dickhead stretch to take a finger good depth.


After a curtly while we are fend facing the men again, still with our panties below our stern, the nominal head
sharpness just against the line of our pubic agglomerate, but not for long as Dad and Henry Martyn Robert carefully low-pitched each
waistband to slowly exhibit a pair of smooth trim pussycat, turning the step-in inside out so that they
reveal gusset plate covered in blockheaded girl juice.


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


Knowing that my Dad approved of my wet pussy was a wonderful matter to get word, and made me tingle
deep 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 skillful it was that both woman were such hot little fox. Pulling
down our pantie altogether, Dad and Robert now had us totally naked, and we were made to puzzle for
them in the most titillating slipway, spreading our second joint wide apart, offering up our titties for them to suck
our erect pap, and being passed from one to the former for inspection. Finally we were told to kneel
before them, then asked if we would like to free the erections we had caused, to which we both said
yes, finally being allowed to unzip their pants, get out them down, and stare upon two enceinte throbbing shaft
just waiting to be caressed. Katie's oculus were wide receptive as she studied her Uncle Robert's cock, and she
reached out to wind her hand round it, stroking it slowly, while I reached out to playact with my Dad's long
gruelling prick.

I had wondered what this would be like for so long, ever since those rare occasions when I saw him in the
bathroom, and now I was free to love giving him the pleasure he deserved for taking aid of me for so many
years. After stroking him for a patch, I leaned forward, watching him grin at me as my mouth slid over the
knob of his manly quill, playing my tongue across it before sliding its duration deep into my sass. Glancing
sideways, I saw Katie watching me suck in my Dad while she played with my pal, then she too slipped her
sassing over her Uncle's hammer, forcing her lips wide enough apart to take him inside as her Mom was doing.
It felt rattling to be together as a family, sharing sex and screw with each other without any regrets or
recriminations, knowing that we had so much use that we could hold to these two wonderful men.


After twenty proceedings of oral attention I could see both of them begin to hoist their hips, and finger my Dad's
prick pulsing in my mouth, so I kept my tongue working steadily along his beam of light, holding back at meter to
make him survive. When Robert began to pierce into Katie's mouth, I increased my pressure, bringing Dad up
to his coming just a few s behind Robert, feeling the beginning jets of thick-skulled spunk flood in my oral fissure,
holding it as I heard Katie swallow. Both my Dad and Robert then pushed our top dog backward, off their
pulsing prick as the eternal sleep of their climax was sprayed across both of our faces in awkward lily-white jets.


We knelt there covered in cum, strands dripping from our Chin onto our bare titties as Dad told me to open up
my mouth. Showing him that I still held his juice inside me, he told me to parcel it with Katie, so I leaned
over to break her a sticky osculation, passing my Dad's mettle into my own daughter's mouthpiece, then taking it back as
she pushed her Granddad's cum into her own Mom's mouth. When we'd swapped juices a few clock time, Dad had us
both open our mouths while he and Robert looked at the strands of spermatozoon across our tongues, and the kitty
of thick fluid behind our teeth, finally ordering his two girls to swallow it all down into our tummies.


This is the ultimate acceptance of my intimate drives, that I am loved enough to share this most intimate,
and forbidden of erotic Acts of the Apostles with my closest family. As Dad reaches out to my bare kitty, slipping his
fingerbreadth into my dent, his nail scraping the tip of my erect clitoris, I explode in orgasm, staying on my
knees in front of him while spasms of fierce pleasure riffle through my unharmed body.



With gratitude to my very special friend
passion Shelly
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