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

Here is the undertaking he set us for the weekend -- I want both of you to describe in particular your wildest,
to the highest degree wanton phantasy. What makes you really wet ? So wet, that only a tenuous touching takes you over the
orgasmic brink. This will be a hugger-mugger shared among the three of us, so do n't be blate. talk about it, but in
a competitive way, because I want both of you to recognise intimately that much about one another. If you
already have this knowledge, then, I want you both to be creative and recite me a new and different
fancy -- something that may ingest been subliminal -- that you have not dared think of
before ... something so out you were afraid to think of it as a intellection. Remember, I find nothing
repulsive, since I firmly believe the mind is our most sensitive and pleasurable erogenous zone.


Since I am the new, 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 manner model in one of those new
season events where all the latest designs are shown for the first time to a very take audience, with
the fashion press reporting on it. All of the clothes are totally windy, except for wearing to limited
party by the celebrity who want to make some form of a tempestuous statement, or just for their shock value.
I'm with half a 12 early models on a catwalk, but they are all penny-pinching beanpoles with their bones
sticking out, you know the sort the culture medium uses, whereas I'm a beautifully proportioned young 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 fathead bumps. When I walk out for
my one-quarter parade along the runway there is a change in the audience somehow, though it's difficult to
see with the floodlight, but I can get wind them passing comments about my teat as they jiggle beneath my
blouse.


Then as I turn at the end of the runway the split wench flows out backward to uncover my panties,
which I realize have no crotch in them, so the audience can now see my bare cunny. Not only can they
see my bare soma, but it is totally nude, freshly shaved to a hairless rip yellowish pink when I first arrived in the
changing elbow room. You see this is my for the first time mould job for this designer, who is perfectly summer camp, and when he
saw me getting uncase before the first gear change, he insisted that my bush would ruin the look of his
wonderful origination, 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 wash room to perform this rather
intimate task. To my surprise, he snapped his finger's breadth, and three of the immature male dressers grabbed me,
spread me across a bench and go along to plane my cunny with everyone observance. When I was
completely smooth they poured baby oil onto my soft mound, massaging it into my delicate hide, with
numerous side head trip 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 part of the routine topsy-turvydom of offstage, and I was just another little reverse
to be dealt with as quickly as possible. I must acknowledge that my smooth physical body felt deliciously aphrodisiacal, every
touch of each new outfit adding to my stimulation, especially as I was fitted with a new and dissimilar
distich of panty each sentence. Somehow, showing my bald snatch didn't seem too authoritative anymore, and I
twirled several more prison term on the way back, each round of applause from my audience sending thrill
through my Thomas Young body.


When I reached backstage, I was seriously turned on, and could palpate 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 prompt my limbs about as they saw fit, but now the slim sense of touch to my bare peel was electrifying.
The head dressing table decided that I needed a hair and makeup change for the next outfit, and still naked, I
was quickly lead over to the salad dressing table, naturally enough by the cleaning woman gripping my erect teat to
rend 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 like position I objected
to sitting on it. I was told not to be so silly, all of the modeling had to be held in position like this, and a
pair of helping hand took my hips, and pushed me down into a baby-sit position. Just a agile, skilled twist of my
waist positioned the shaft of light against my already wet hole, and I slid down like butter. The business firm pink rubberize
penis was larger than my own, and it filled me painfully, but through my excitement I hardly noticed any
of the discomfort. My hair was pinned up while my cheeks were blushed, my lip rouge was applied quickly
and expertly to my unwind rima oris, but then also to my put up nipples, leaving them bright red. Quickly I
was lifted from my bottom, the dildo slurping noisily as it was dragged from my blind drunk erotic love tunnel, pulling at
the frail paries, but I had no prison term to savor the feelings as another clothes was fitted to me.


I was stood by the drapery with the degree director psyching me up to be beautiful, to be sexy, ostentate my
body, show off my dress, to take a shit them require my body. With a sharp pinch on my behind, 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 cleaning lady had their skirts drawn up, hands between their thighs, or inside their
bodice, squeezing firm knocker, and I extended my shoulder so they could see my pert red nipples under
my apparel. Further down along the walkway two men had removed their pricks from the confines of their
refined dress trousers, and were openly stroking huge erecting as they studied my nubile figure.
turning at the end of the catwalk, my senses heightened by Passion, I realized that the raised post we all
used to pivot on was extremely phallic, though not an existent member, the pattern was there. The principal was
humble and tapered, but it widened dramatically near by the stem, and I lingered with my hand caressing it
till the next girl was almost upon me, before I retreated on the recurrence leg.


Backstage I was stripped again, and taken to the dressing table for makeup, but had to wait for a seat.
Meanwhile, my bureau slipped her hand between my ramification, sliding a stiff finger along my twat, and even
deep into my puss. She shook her foreland, telling me I was too wet, and would tarnish the wearing apparel, then
called over one of the trainees, a unseasoned female child about 16 years old. Taking no observance of what happened, as I
watched the head role model 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 up my dripping vulva, and vaguely felt the affectionateness, but a
sudden burst of passion to my clit made me appear down to see her knelt cleaning my juices with her
tongue. Her custody gripped my arse as I jerked against her brass, and she pulled my cheek apart to leave
my chest of drawers to rub a lubricated finger's breadth across my asshole, then push it right inside, twisting the finger 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 nipple, but when I was seated this prison term, the penis was
embedded in my bottom, painfully stretching my sphincter till I thought I would part extensive open.


By the end of the night I was getting dizzy with all the sexual excitation, in venom 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 room decorator and the stage director were thrilled with my performance, and the audience were as well,
they kept looking at all the Order being placed on a estimator 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 ebullience. The final parade had all the models
dressed in the flimsiest of scrubs, and as we gathered at the end of the catwalk, the announcer told
everyone that the achiever of most pop model for tonight's show was Katie. Everyone cheered as the
couturier took my mitt and brought me forward for a bow, making me twirl so my annulus few out to
expose my nude cunny, as panties hadn't been allowed for any of us this prison term. Stood at the strawman, on
full display, I was shown proudly to my rooter, being turned back and forth, bowing and curtsying, then
the designer came over and gave me a buss, not on the impudence, but fully on my sass. A passionate embrace
that included his hand running over my bottom. Then the lady announcer came on stage, and gave me
an even more fervent embrace, with her tongue going in my sassing, and her paw fondling my lightly
clad knocker. I was almost cumming from all this foreplay, and hardly noticed the bunch calling out for
the celestial pole to be given me.


I assumed this was the trophy for being best model, and was surprised when the promontory model took my ankle,
raising my invertebrate foot up sideways in a concert dance split that must have been displaying my bare cunny to everyone.
With the whole audience wild about me, cheering and shouting, I began to find as I was moved slightly
sideways till my spread leg were over the pin post at the end of the catwalk. The smooth metallic rod
was slipped between my lips, four inch of the narrow jibe 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
girl's cunny, stretched by even the top part of this position that I'd been turning on so innocently all
evening. Slowly I was turned to face different subdivision of the audience, the tool twisting against my
delicate bulwark, then the header model leaned forward and told me to curtsey. I dipped slightly, forcing the
metal pole deeper into my modest ship's boat hole, then a hand reached over into my cunt to rub my throbbing
clitoris to dandy heights of passion.


I could feel my orgasm building after being so long denied through the evening, each painful act and
curtsy pushing me nearer to the brink of button. Gradually I felt my ramification weaken, the knees trembling as
new waves of erotic pleasure flashed through my clit, and I knew they would soon chip in way and drop down me on the
floor. Helpless to stand firm, I was now turning and bobbing to everyone who wanted to see, till at live on I could
stand no more stimulation. Timed to perfection, my arm was grasped at each side of meat, raised up in a wave of
admiration, then swept down to a an extremely deep curtsey, just as my peg finally gave way. A scream
of vivid passion left my throat as a massive culmination swept right through every fibre of my young body,
drowning out the bother as I dropped down along the widening shaft that was tearing out my cute
virginity. Only the most slender of light beam had ever penetrated that most consecrated passage, protecting the
barrier of my maidenhead that would be a precious gift to my special devotee. Now I was being sacrificed on the
alter of fame and fashion, and I had no other charge but my own fulfillment as I tried to lift my weightiness so
that I could drop once more onto that cruel stake. Each late thrust renewed fresh waves of orgasm that
set my coxa shaking, driving the heartless metal dildo deeper into my aching wet cunny.


wellspring Frank, I hope you enjoy reading my occult fantasy, it's been peculiar 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

hug and osculation
Katie

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This is Mom 's story of her pet fantasy.


Well, here we go with my history, frank, something that I have never allowed to fully develop, but
elements of it do surface now and again, always with a most spectacular event on me.

We are all at my Dad's theater 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 Robert, my daughter Katie,
and myself, when somehow the conversation gets steered round to sexual natural action. This had always been a very
tabu subject at home, but in my fantasy it all seems quite natural, although I still have strong 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 spirit 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 capitulum as he says how
glad he is that I'm happy, and I squeeze his manus in gratitude, but inside the back of my mind is a
nagging apprehensiveness of something I can't quite clutches. Robert turns to ask the Sami matter of Katie, and she
enthusiastically tells everyone about the new dildo she bought finis hebdomad, including how she tried it out
in the shop, much to everyone's delight. I too praise my girl's candid honesty, and I feel my pussy
getting wet as she tells her Uncle Robert about sitting on the dildo in her bedchamber when she got home
with it. Both my Dad and Robert have big protuberance in their pants, which I notice they are stroking openly,
as they reminisce about how I always used to roleplay with myself when I was a young girl.


When Dad asks to accept a look how much I've grown over the days, I happily begin to unclothe, slowly
unbuttoning my blouse, then leaving it fully open to display my bra covered breasts while I remove my short circuit
skirt. As I strip down for my family, I hear Robert order his niece to take off her dress as well, so
that they can liken the au naturel bodies of their two deary ladies. When we are both undressed to our
undies, we are stood side by face, still half naked in front of my Dad and brother, and strangely enough,
everything is fine, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. While all my reduce anxieties are
still there, my most prominent feeling is one of rising intimate passion, and I can sense my pussy juice
flooding into my lacing panties. On command 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 sexy we are.


Robert suggests we compare our breasts, and both bras are removed so that our naked tit figure can be
examined thoroughly, Katie panting just as hard as I am when her nipples are pulled gently. The men want
to match our butts, and we are now turned by our articulatio coxae to face up away from them, our panties pulled down,
and the bottom brass meticulously fondled. Next we are bent over so that the primal groove parts widely
to display two little 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 equal my own raging mania,
then we moan in unison as our arsehole stretch to acquire a finger's breadth wax depth.


After a short while we are stood facing the men again, still with our panties below our rump, the strawman
edge just against the line of our pubic hammock, but not for long as Dad and Henry Martyn Robert carefully lower berth each
girdle to slowly expose a dyad of smooth shaven pussies, turning the step-in inside out so that they
reveal gusset covered in thick girl juice.


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


Knowing that my Dad approved of my wet pussy was a rattling thing to hear, 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 overnice it was that both women were such hot little dodger. Pulling
down our panties altogether, Dad and Robert now had us totally nude, and we were made to sit for
them in the most erotic fashion, spreading our second joint wide apart, offering up our boob for them to draw
our erect nipples, and being passed from one to the other for review. Finally we were told to kneel
before them, then asked if we would wish to free the erections we had caused, to which we both said
yes, finally being allowed to unzip their bloomers, pull them down, and gaze upon two large throbbing pricks
just waiting to be caressed. Katie's eyes were wide open as she studied her Uncle Henry M. Robert's stopcock, and she
reached out to wrap her hand round of golf it, stroking it slowly, while I reached out to play with my Dad's long
backbreaking 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 enjoy giving him the pleasure he deserved for taking care of me for so many
years. After stroking him for a while, I leaned forward, watching him smiling at me as my sass slid over the
boss of his manly dick, playing my tongue 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 sidekick, 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 wonderful to be together as a family line, sharing sex and fuck with each former without any regrets or
recriminations, knowing that we had so a good deal enjoyment that we could make to these two wonderful men.


After 20 minutes of oral exam attention I could see both of them start to lift their hips, and experience my Dad's
slit pulsing in my rima oris, so I kept my tongue working steadily along his beam, holding back at multiplication to
make him finis. When Henry M. Robert began to thrust into Katie's mouth, I increased my pressure level, bringing Dad up
to his climax just a few seconds behind Robert, feeling the first super C of thick spunk flood in my rima oris,
holding it as I heard Katie swallow. Both my Dad and Henry Martyn Robert then pushed our heads backward, off their
pulsing cocks as the rest of their climax 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 give
my mouthpiece. Showing him that I still held his succus inside me, he told me to plowshare it with Katie, so I leaned
over to give her a sticky kiss, passing my Dad's spunk into my own girl's back talk, then taking it back as
she pushed her grandfather's cum into her own Mom's mouth. When we'd swapped juice a few times, Dad had us
both open our mouths while he and Robert looked at the filament of sperm across our tongues, and the puddle
of thick 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 parkway, that I am loved enough to share this most cozy,
and forbidden of erotic turn with my skinny crime syndicate. As Dad reaches out to my bare cunt, slipping his
finger into my scratch, his nail scraping the tip of my raise clitoris, I explode in orgasm, staying on my
knees in front of him while spasms of violent joy ripple through my unanimous body.



With gratitude to my very special protagonist
Love Shelly