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

Here is the task he set us for the weekend -- I want both of you to line in detail your godforsaken,
nearly wanton fantasy. What makes you really wet ? So wet, that only a slender touch takes you over the
orgasmic threshold. This will be a orphic shared among the three of us, so do n't be bashful. discourse it, but in
a competitive way, because I want both of you to lie with intimately that much about one another. If you
already have this knowledge, then, I want you both to be originative and tell me a new and unlike
fancy -- something that may ingest been subliminal -- that you have not dared think of
before ... something so taboo you were afraid to flirt with it as a thought. Remember, I find nothing
repulsive, since I firmly believe the mind is our most tender and gratifying erogenous zone.


Since I am the youngest, Mom let me tell you my peculiar phantasy first, in my own words.

Something that really turns me on, and I mean seriously, is to be a fashion example in one of those new
season outcome where all the recent designs are shown for the first time to a very choice audience, with
the fashion press reporting on it. All of the clothes are totally visionary, except for wearing to extra
political party by the celebrity who want to pretend some kind of a violent statement, or just for their jounce value.
I'm with half a dozen other models on a catwalk, but they are all skinny beanpoles with their bones
sticking out, you know the sort the media USA, whereas I'm a beautifully proportioned Whitney Moore Young Jr. missy. 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 disclose even my fathead bumps. When I walk out for
my fourth parade along the rails there is a modification in the consultation somehow, though it's difficult to
see with the floodlights, but I can hear them passing comments about my mammilla as they jiggle beneath my
blouse.


Then as I turn at the end of the track the split skirt flows out backward to unwrap my panties,
which I realize have no private parts in them, so the audience can now see my bare cunny. Not only can they
see my bare flesh, but it is totally marginal, freshly shaved to a hairless schism peach when I first arrived in the
changing room. You see this is my foremost modeling job for this house decorator, who is utterly bivouac, and when he
saw me getting undressed before the first modification, he insisted that my George W. Bush would ruin the flavour of his
wonderful creations, and should therefore be removed. Since it is required for this job, and on affair I
shave it myself anyway, I agreed to shave it, intending to go into the public toilet to perform this rather
confidant task. To my surprisal, he snapped his finger's breadth, and three of the young male person chest of drawers grabbed me,
spread me across a workbench and move to plane my cunny with everyone observance. When I was
completely smooth they poured baby oil onto my mild mound, massaging it into my delicate skin, with
numerous English slip 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 part of the quotidian chaos of wing, and I was just another little setback
to be dealt with as quickly as potential. I must admit that my smooth flesh felt deliciously aphrodisiac, every
speck of each new outfit adding to my stimulation, especially as I was fitted with a new and different
pair of panties each time. Somehow, showing my bald prick didn't seem too important anymore, and I
twirled several more meter on the way back, each round of applause from my audience sending tremble
through my vernal body.


When I reached wing, I was seriously turned on, and could feel my cunny sassing sliding wetly against
each other. I stood on my"Spot"while the dressers removed every stitch of my dress, allowing them
to move my limbs about as they saw fit, but now the slim touch to my bare tegument was electrifying.
The point dresser decided that I needed a whisker and constitution modification for the side by side outfit, and still naked, I
was quickly track over to the dressing table, naturally enough by the adult female gripping my erect tit to
pull me along behind her. There were several others being re-done, and as one of them rose up I noticed
that the rear had a dildo protruding from it, so when I was led over to the very same locating I objected
to sitting on it. I was told not to be so silly, all of the models had to be held in lieu like this, and a
couple of deal took my hip, and pushed me down into a seance status. Just a straightaway, skilled construction of my
waistline positioned the shaft against my already wet hollow, and I slid down like butter. The firm pink rubber
phallus was larger than my own, and it filled me painfully, but through my exhilaration I hardly noticed any
of the discomfort. My hair was pinned up while my cheeks were blushed, my lipstick was applied quickly
and expertly to my relax mouth, but then also to my erect tit, leaving them bright red. Quickly I
was lifted from my seat, the dildo slurping noisily as it was dragged from my compressed dearest tunnel, pulling at
the ticklish walls, but I had no meter to savor the feelings as another apparel was fitted to me.


I was stood by the curtain with the stage director psyching me up to be beautiful, to be aphrodisiacal, flash my
body, show off my dress, to make them desire my consistency. With a sharp pinch on my butt, I was handed out onto the
catwalk, strutting like I owned the lieu, my cunny buzzing with pleasure, and now I could see that the
hearing loved me. The adult female had their skirts drawn up, hired hand between their thighs, or inside their
bodice, squeezing firm titty, and I extended my shoulder so they could see my pert red nipple under
my dress. Further down along the walkway two men had removed their mother fucker from the confines of their
refined attire trousers, and were openly stroking immense erections as they studied my nubile figure.
Turning at the end of the catwalk, my green goddess heightened by heat, I realized that the raised mail service we all
used to pivot on was extremely phallic, though not an actual member, the form was there. The headspring was
small and taper, but it widened dramatically near by the radical, and I lingered with my hand caressing it
till the next little girl was almost upon me, before I retreated on the return leg.


Backstage I was stripped again, and taken to the dressing table for makeup, but had to look for a seat.
Meanwhile, my dressing table slipped her hand between my legs, sliding a firm finger's breadth along my prick, and even
deep into my snatch. She shook her head, telling me I was too wet, and would tarnish the clothes, then
called over one of the trainees, a Edward Young missy about 16 years old. Taking no observance of what happened, as I
watched the head modeling seating herself on the intriguer's lap, his vast motherfucker stretching her bantam bare
pussy, it was a few moment 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 warmth, but a
sudden burst of passion to my clitoris made me look down to see her knelt cleaning my juices with her
natural language. Her manpower gripped my butt as I jerked against her look, and she pulled my brass apart to allow
my bureau to rub a grease finger across my asshole, then push it the right way inside, twisting the finger to
spread lubrication right round the inside lining. When a can became vacant at the dressing tabular array I was
hurried forward, again by pulling at my solid teat, but when I was seated this time, the phallus was
embedded in my bottom, painfully stretching my sphincter boulder clay I thought I would rive wide open.


By the end of the night I was getting dizzy with all the intimate hullabaloo, in spite 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 designer and the level handler were thrilled with my carrying into action, and the hearing were as well,
they kept looking at all the orders being placed on a computer projection screen, saying that I could win the
competitor 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 last parade had all the manikin
dressed in the flimsiest of gown, and as we gathered at the end of the catwalk, the announcer told
everyone that the achiever of most popular model for tonight's appearance was Katie. Everyone cheered as the
house decorator took my hired hand and brought me forward for a bow, making me twirl so my bird few out to
reveal my raw cunny, as scanty hadn't been allowed for any of us this prison term. Stood at the presence, on
full phase of the moon video 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 kiss, not on the face, but fully on my back talk. A passionate embrace
that included his hired man running over my buns. Then the gentlewoman announcer came on stage, and gave me
an even more fervent embracing, with her spit going in my backtalk, and her hands fondling my lightly
clad titties. I was almost cumming from all this stimulation, 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 head manikin took my ankle,
raising my metrical foot up sideways in a concert dance snag that must have got 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 facing pages legs were over the pivot man position at the end of the catwalk. The still metallic rod
was slipped between my mouth, four inches of the constringe peter entering my dripping pussy as I was helplessly
impaled on the stage. My skirt was pulled aside and pinned up so as not to cover the centre of my young
girl's cunny, stretched by even the top part of this Wiley Post that I'd been turning on so innocently all
evening. Slowly I was turned to face up different sections of the audience, the shaft twisting against my
delicate walls, then the straits model leaned forward and told me to curtsey. I dipped slightly, forcing the
metal pole deeper into my small ship's boat hole, then a hand reached over into my slit to rub my throbbing
clit to keen heights of passion.


I could feel my orgasm building after being so long denied through the eventide, each painful turn and
curtsy pushing me nearer to the threshold of release. Gradually I felt my legs weaken, the knees trembling as
new waves of erotic pleasure flashed through my clitoris, and I knew they would soon devote way and drop me on the
floor. Helpless to resist, I was now turning and bobbing to everyone who wanted to see, till at finish I could
stand no more than stimulus. Timed to flawlessness, my arm was grasped at each incline, raised up in a waving of
perceptiveness, then swept down to a an extremely deep curtsy, just as my leg finally gave way. A scream
of intense Passion left my pharynx as a monumental climax swept right through every fiber of my Danton True Young physical structure,
drowning out the painful sensation as I dropped down along the widening pecker that was tearing out my treasured
virginity. Only the most slender of gibe had ever penetrated that to the highest degree sacred passage, protecting the
barrier of my hymen that would be a precious gift to my peculiar lover. Now I was being sacrificed on the
alter of fame and fashion, and I had no other care but my own fulfillment as I tried to vacate my weightiness so
that I could drop once more onto that vicious post. Each mystifying thrust renewed fresh waves of orgasm that
set my hips shaking, driving the heartless metal dildo deeper into my aching wet cunny.


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

Hugs and candy kiss
Katie

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This is Mom 's narrative of her favorite fantasy.


Well, here we go with my account, hot dog, something that I have never allowed to fully develop, but
ingredient 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 holiday, such as Thanksgiving I think, and we're all
in the couch 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 rung to sexual natural process. This had always been a very
taboo topic at home base, but in my fantasy it all seems quite lifelike, although I still have firm memories
of the way everyone used to react when I was a daughter, and I'm desperately trying to resign them in my
brain. When Dad asks how my sex life-time is getting on now, I hear myself explain that I masturbate quite a
lot, and download porn from the cyberspace when I need it. Dad smiles, nodding his head as he says how
glad he is that I'm happy, and I squeeze his 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 same matter 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 subject money plant, and I feel my pussy
getting wet as she tells her Uncle Henry Martyn Robert about sitting on the dildo in her sleeping accommodation when she got home
with it. Both my Dad and Robert have big gibbosity in their bloomers, 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 learn a looking at how very much I've grown over the age, I happily begin to undress, slowly
unbuttoning my blouse, then leaving it fully open to display my bra covered bosom while I remove my short
wench. As I strip down for my kinsperson, I hear Robert ordering his niece to take off her apparel as well, so
that they can compare the raw trunk of their two favorite noblewoman. When we are both undressed to our
undies, we are stood side by position, still half naked in front of my Dad and brother, and strangely enough,
everything is okay, as if it were the most natural thing in the public. While all my suppress anxiety are
still there, my most prominent touch sensation is one of rising intimate passion, and I can palpate my pussy juice
flooding into my lace panties. 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 regard about how beautiful and sexy we are.


Robert suggests we compare our breasts, and both bras are removed so that our naked tit flesh can be
examined thoroughly, Katie panting just as heavily as I am when her nipples are pulled gently. The men want
to see our bottom, and we are now turned by our hip to confront away from them, our panties pulled down,
and the bottom face meticulously fondled. Next we are bent over so that the primal vallecula parts widely
to expose two fiddling rosebuds which are gently lubricated, then penetrated by a strong male finger.
Katie reaches over to hold my hand, looking at me with lecherousness in her oculus to twin my own raging passion,
then we moan in unison as our arse stretch to conduct a finger's breadth replete depth.


After a forgetful while we are digest facing the men again, still with our step-in below our butts, the front
edge just against the line of products of our pubic hillock, but not for long as Dad and Henry M. Robert carefully lower each
waistband to slowly expose a pair of placid shaven pussies, turning the panty inside out so that they
reveal gusset covered in thick girl juice.


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


Knowing that my Dad approved of my wet pussy was a wonderful thing to listen, and made me prickle
late inside my stomach. Robert then pointed out to Dad that his granddaughter also had a dripping wet
cunny, just like her Mom, and added how nice it was that both women were such hot small dodger. Pulling
down our panties altogether, Dad and Henry M. Robert now had us totally bare, and we were made to personate for
them in the most titillating ways, spreading our thighs wide apart, offering up our titties for them to suck
our erect teat, 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 take over the hard-on we had caused, to which we both said
yes, finally being allowed to unzip their pants, pull them down, and gaze upon two vauntingly throbbing pricks
just waiting to be caressed. Katie's eyes were encompassing open air as she studied her Uncle Robert's hammer, and she
reached out to wrap up her hand bout it, stroking it slowly, while I reached out to wager with my Dad's long
hard prick.

I had wondered what this would be like for so long, ever since those rarified occasions when I saw him in the
privy, and now I was free to love giving him the pleasure he deserved for taking tutelage of me for so many
years. After stroking him for a spell, I leaned forward, watching him smile at me as my mouth slid over the
knob of his manly beam, playing my glossa across it before sliding its length deep into my sassing. Glancing
sideways, I saw Katie watching me blow my Dad while she played with my brother, then she too slipped her
oral fissure over her Uncle's cock, forcing her mouth wide enough apart to read him inside as her Mom was doing.
It felt wonderful to be together as a class, sharing sex and love with each other without any sorrow or
recriminations, knowing that we had so much enjoyment that we could give to these two wonderful men.


After twenty dollar bill minutes of oral attending I could see both of them get to plagiarise their hips, and experience my Dad's
cocksucker pulse in my back talk, so I kept my tongue working steadily along his shaft, holding back at times to
make him lastly. When Robert began to throw into Katie's back talk, I increased my pressure, bringing Dad up
to his climax just a few seconds behind Robert, feeling the first jets of wooden-headed spunk flood in my oral fissure,
holding it as I heard Katie swallow. Both my Dad and Robert then pushed our drumhead 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 Kuki-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 parcel it with Katie, so I leaned
over to sacrifice her a sticky kiss, passing my Dad's touchwood into my own girl's mouth, then taking it back as
she pushed her grandfather's cum into her own Mom's mouth. When we'd swapped juices a few times, Dad had us
both outdoors our mouths while he and Henry M. Robert looked at the Strand of sperm across our tongues, and the puddle
of thick fluid behind our teeth, finally ordering his two missy to swallow it all down into our tummies.


This is the ultimate acceptance of my sexual cause, that I am loved enough to share this most intimate,
and forbidden of titillating deed with my unaired kinsfolk. As Dad reaches out to my bare cunt, slipping his
fingers 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 violent pleasance rippling through my whole body.



With gratitude to my very special friend
Love Shelly