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WARNING!
The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further. This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net. If you are underage, stand,
move away from the console, and unplug the computer.
Reading stories like this can make you go blind.
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it. This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them.
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

Phil Phantom

"Photo Pro" (Part one of three)

By Phil Phantom

Ginger returned from the clinic with a curious gleam in her eye.
She set her purse down and joined her mother at the dining table,
saying, "All right, Mother, the jig is up. Daddy is not my
biological father. I was rejected as a donor. I know enough
genetics to know why. Our blood types can't be related in one
generation. I'm not upset, but I would like to know who you were
fucking twenty-two years and six months ago."

"I knew you'd find out one day. It's not like I tried to keep it
a big secret. Christ, we didn't meet until I was sixteen."

"I never knew when you guys met. I always thought you were
childhood sweethearts that got careless, then married when you
were old enough. I do have some of his features. It's no big
deal, really; but who was the guy that got lucky?"

"Honey, I don't know who your father was, but I can narrow him to
a field of seven men. Your Grandpa is a prime candidate."

"That's interesting. Did he rape you?"

"No, he didn't rape me. He did use intimidation, cunning, and

deception, though; and he did screw me two or three times a day
during that time."

"What did he do, exactly? Come on, I told you about all the
things Daddy did to me. Maybe I should just call Daddy, Frank,
now. Shit, if her ever gets a kidney, we could get married."

"You bore him three kids. Marrying him seems the decent thing to
do."

"You're still bitter, aren't you? Look, you divorced him; he

didn't divorce you. We could have shared."

"I am not bitter, Ginger. I am glad you took him off my hands,
but I don't recall you ever offering to share, either. I went a
full year without sex from him, then I divorced him."

"You could have gotten laid. If you ask me, you were prettier
and sexier than I was back then. I'd say we are even, now,
though."

"True, but I wasn't sixteen and a virgin; besides, who said I

wasn't getting laid? I just said I hadn't had any from Frank."

"You are bitter, but come on, tell me about my potential fathers.
I am especially interested in hearing about the other six men who
could be my daddy."

"Well, you won't learn much about them from me, except for what
they did to me. I never learned who they were, what they did, or
their real names. They were always Fred, Joe, Jim, Bill, Bob,
Phil, and Ed. Each time I saw them, they had switched names.
Even Daddy assumed a new identity each week. One week they'd be
calling him Phil, the next week, he'd be Bob. You needed a score
card to keep up, and they damn near drove poor Mom, crazy. She's
terrible with names, anyway."

"This has got to be good, I mean, you were thirteen or fourteen

at that time. At least I waited till I was sixteen. Come on,
tell me about my bad Grandpa and his band of merry perverts. I'm
in the mood for a juicy sex story. I haven't had a good poke in
over a month."

"Oh, all right. If you want a juicy sex story, I'll give you one
that will drown your asshole. For your information, from the
moment they learned I was pregnant with you, they took me out of
school and kept me at home, naked, with my arms bound behind my
back. I could do nothing for myself. I was fed, pottied,
enemaed, twat shaved, fucked, sucked, photographed, and mated to
dogs on a daily basis; and all I could do was watch my tits and
belly grow."

"Oh, God, Mother! I love it. Tell me the whole story, from the
beginning. How did it start?"

"This all started when Daddy got into photography and built a
studio out back. Mom wanted him to have a hobby after his
medical retirement, and she fully supported his interest in
photography. He went away to schools, took courses, and invested
literally thousands in fancy equipment.

"One day, he asked me to be his model. He told me he wanted to

take artistic pictures of me to enter in contests. I was so
flattered, me, an art photography model. At first, that's just
what they were, art photos. Though many involved partial or
total nudity, they were tastefully done. He entered my pictures
in contests and won a few minor awards. Mom made a big deal out
of the awards and displayed them proudly. The underground kiddie
porn exchange discovered Daddy long before he received any real
recognition. They wanted more graphic shots - frontal nudes and
beaver shots. They paid in cash. Daddy really got into
photography then. Mom thought it was great that Daddy turned
pro."

"Mother, this is making me hotter than shit. I have to

masturbate. I'm sorry, but I have to."

"Go right ahead, but don't expect me to look away." Ginger self-
consciously lifted her short skirt and revealed a bare, shaved,
full-lipped, inflamed pussy right before both hands cupped the
lewd sight, and Ginger swung her legs under the table. Bonnie
said, "No panties. How convenient."

"Look if you want to, but don't comment. Go on with the story!
Please!"

"Give me something to look at, or the story is over."

"Shit, Mom, I gave you a peek on purpose. Besides, it's not like
you've never seen it. You're not turning queer on me, are you?"

"I've never seen you masturbate; and I am certainly not queer.

Bisexual, yes, but not queer. Well?"

"Oh, fuck! All right." Ginger swung her legs back to face
Bonnie, then spread her knees wide, lifted the skirt to her
middle, and began lewdly fondling her wet sex, saying, "Does this
make you happy? Can you see everything all right?"

"Yes, thank you." She resumed, "Mom didn't know Daddy had a
little home grown porno business going, and he also had a local
clientele. In her mind, Daddy was a professional art
photographer with an international clientele. Had she ever just
poked her head in his studio, she'd have known what was going on.
The place was wallpapered with my pornographic pictures. Those
pictures were in no way tasteful and grew progressively less so.
It wasn't long before he had me doing the splits over a camera
lens and using household objects as dildoes. Anything he thought
he could cram up my twat was photographed sticking out of my
beaver from every angle. I knew we weren't making art, but I
enjoyed posing for nasty pictures.

"Before long, the weekly sessions took a pornographic turn, and

grew progressively more pornographic as Daddy tried to fill
customer requests. This trend, I didn't like, but Daddy was a
pro at moving me along from one level to the next, while blaming
the escalation on demands of the market place. In no time he had
me masturbating for the camera. He had me fucking myself in the
ass with rubber dicks. He gave me enemas. He had me sucking his
cock within a month. He fucked my ass the following month and
took my cherry a week later. I was thirteen at that time, and I
prayed Mom would find out what was going on and put an end to it,
because I couldn't.

"When I stopped protesting, and he knew I wouldn't tell on him,

he began inviting his porno buddies over for photo sessions.
They only watched, at first, but they soon began to use me as
well. This went on all through High School, and actually
continued long after your dad and I were married.

"Wow, I guess Dad was right; you were getting it on the side."

"Side, back, front, up-side-down, and in every hole."

"Cool! But why did you keep posing for Grandpa after you got
married?"

"Daddy blackmailed me with the pictures he had; and besides, I

enjoyed the variety."

"So why did you stop?"

"After I divorced Frank, I didn't care about the blackmail, and I

just got tired of being a sex toy for a bunch of dirty old men.
I just quit."

"Did Grandma ever find out?"

"Yes, but in a way, no, at least not at first. The story is

long, rather complicated, and more than a little bizarre. If
you're in a hurry, I'll tell you about her some other time."

"No, I've got plenty of time. I want to hear everything;

besides, Grandma Stevens is my favorite relative. She's the one
who encouraged me to have sex with Daddy. I am especially
interested in how she ties into this."

"Well, that doesn't surprise me. Okay, I will start at the

beginning, but you have to realize that she was not the woman
that you know today. She made Mary Poppins look like Madonna.
Mom was very excited when Daddy and I began working together, and
she cleared three walls in anticipation of creating a gallery of
award-winning photos to go with the plaques and trophies. When
she saw the first picture to win an award, she blushed and said
how nice it was, then placed the picture in a box.

"After that, Mom just wanted the awards, not the pictures, and
she wanted noting to do with the studio out back that produced
them. That was fine with Daddy. Still, she saw plenty but never
acknowledged what she saw for what it was. This was my biggest
frustration. Imagine standing before a cop with a mugger behind
you. The mugger has a gun in your back and is wearing a ski
mask. You have your hands high, and the cop doesn't notice
anything unusual. That's what my home life was like for me. Mom
either had a classic case of chronic denial syndrome, or she was
the most naive human on Earth. I never found out which it was.
She played her part well if she was aware from the start. I
honestly don't think she suspected a thing. She was way too
sweet and innocent for what was going on, and far too maternal to
turn a blind eye."

"There must have been some close calls."

"There were many, for any normal person. To show how naive she
was, or how effective her mental block was, imagine this. It's
two in the morning. I am almost fourteen. I come in through the
kitchen door walking stiff and bowlegged with a small towel
wrapped around me. Daddy is walking behind me carrying the
clothes I'd worn when I went out to the studio with him and six
men earlier that evening.

"She had just gotten up for a drink of water and unexpectedly met
us in the kitchen. She eyed me all over, sees my hair mussed and
matted with semen, cum all over my face, trails running down my
neck, and gobs of slimy white goo running down both legs. She
looks to Daddy and says, "Walter, you shouldn't keep Bonnie up
past midnight on a school night. I don't see why photo art has
to involve such long sessions, or why it has to be so messy."

"What did she think that mess was?"

"I don't know, but Daddy told her it was cream to protect me from
the hot lights, and that the container got dropped and splashed
me. She bought this story and even helped wipe the cream off
with a wash rag."

"Didn't she notice the cream was coming from your pussy?

"My asshole, too? And yes, but she didn't say anything about it.
She went right to work and wiped my legs, face, and neck. Daddy
stood by watching with an amused grin. He, in fact, suggested
she check between my legs and told her that's where most of the
cream went. She nervously removed the towel and knelt before me.
Daddy reached down and took me by the right ankle, then lifted my
foot high over my head. I was doing the sideways splits with my
beaver in her face, holding onto his waist.

"You can imagine the obscene view she had. She saw how red,
open, and swollen my pussy was. She must have seen the red hand
prints from where they'd spanked me. I'm sure she noticed my
asshole still stretched and open. I could feel gobs of the stuff
oozing from both holes. She dabbed at my pussy, dabbed at my
asshole, then made a wiping pass along my crack. Daddy was
enjoying himself, and in no hurry to end the game. He held me in
that position for a good five minutes. Mom stayed in place and
caught each new dribble as it appeared. So, you see, Daddy
didn't have much to worry about from her."

"Mom, Grandma had to know. Nobody is that stupid."

"I don't know. I think she refused to see what her eyes were
showing her. Daddy offered an explanation, a dumb one I'll grant
you, but an explanation. I think she latched onto his
explanation like a life ring thrown to a drowning woman."

"Okay, but how did he explain the hand prints on your ass?"

"He didn't need to. Daddy had always been a strict

disciplinarian. He'd spank me on my bare ass with his hand, and
sometimes with a belt for the most minor infractions. Mom hated
seeing him do that to me, so she'd leave the room. I suppose she
figured I'd given him some back talk during the shoot. She knew
Daddy would be a hard task master to work for."
"I guess, but I still can't see how she could not put two and two
together."

"At that time, I don't think she could have dealt with the
reality. She was into collecting ceramic poodle miniatures,
doing needle point, Camp Fire Girl fund raising, and organizing
Tupperware home parties. I don't think sex ever entered her
mind, and the woman wouldn't say the word shit if she a
mouthful."

"She will now."

"Yes, but the woman you know as Grandma is not the same woman
that raised me to the age of fourteen. I'm telling you, she was
living in a world of her own creation. In her mind, we lived in
Mr. Rogers' neighborhood, and she was Susie Homemaker who lived
by the glen.

"Daddy went out of his way to make her realize what he'd been
doing with me. I could see he wanted to turn her world in-side-
out, and he found her denial amusing. While she was wiping sperm
from my twat, he said, 'It looks a lot like sperm, doesn't it?'
She admitted it did. He said, 'It tastes like sperm, too. Taste
some. Go on, it's safe. Taste it!' I watched Mom lick some
from her finger. With a face blushing red, she agreed. He then
said, 'Yeah, by the looks of things, with all that spermy stuff
leaking out of her pussy and asshole, you'd think we were out
there fucking her, huh?'

"Mom blushed a deeper red, but said, 'I thought no such thing. I
do wish you wouldn't use those words in front of Bonnie. She's
just a child.'

"I asked Daddy about Mom's strange behavior the following day,
and he said, 'If she don't know what's going on, she's a bigger
fool than I thought. On the other hand, she knows I won't stop,
and knows better than to try and stop me. She's going to see
what she wants to see.'

"His assessment appeared correct. There were numerous instances

when she'd see me coming in late and totally naked in the company
of dad and several men, and usually leaking semen down my legs to
my heels, making pecker tracks on her waxed floor as I padded
through on bare feet. I didn't want to believe she knew what was
happening to me but was too intimidated and insecure to say or do
anything about it. That seemed to be the case, though.

"Mother, why didn't you just come right out and tell her what
they were doing?"

"Daddy made me promise not to ever tell a soul."

"And you felt you had to honor a promise to a child molester."

"He was my dad, Ginger. You of all people should know the
position I was in."

"But I did tell you."

"Yes, when your belly was so big your clothes wouldn't fit, and
you were too far along to abort. Keep in mind, at this point we
were only two or three months into the sexual activity, and the
sessions with other men present were only a month old. I was
waiting for Mom to wake up. I figured nothing would change, but
she'd at least get me on the pill or insist they use rubbers."

"Okay, Mom, you're right. I can see where your head was. I
still don't understand hers, though."

"I didn't either. I tried to rationalize her behavior. I knew

she was very gullible and naive, and she knew art photography
involved nude modeling and was a respectable field. She thought
Daddy's cronies were art people and photography experts and that
seeing me naked was necessary and essential. I think she figured
they thought nothing of seeing a nude child model."

"Could you just walk around the house, naked, with men there?"

"Not at first, but after that late night scene in the kitchen,
Daddy thought it was cool to flaunt their activities in front of
her. The men thought the game was fun, too. The sessions would
start in the house and go to the studio only after everyone
arrived. Daddy decided I should wait naked. He'd have me
stripped and sitting on the table before the first man arrived.

"Mom wasn't happy about Daddy stripping me in the house, but she
remained quiet about it and even served coffee. The men would
gather around our large oval dining table and drink coffee for
thirty minutes to an hour before going out to the studio. They
would gather again for an after-shoot beer and bull session that
sometimes lasted into the early morning. Mom joined these
sessions, but she kept a low profile whenever photo business was
being prepared or discussed.

"While waiting for everyone to arrive, the men talked

photography, discussing the upcoming shoot with their attention
focused on me. I was, after all, sitting naked in the center of
the fucking table. They discovered that even if they touched me
openly in intimate areas, Mom wouldn't raise an eyebrow. They
kept pushing the limits, trying to get her to crack. Daddy
encouraged them to try and assured them that whatever her
complaint was, he could smooth things over.

"At first, they posed me in what they called aesthetic poses,

discussing my photogenic qualities. They also discussed lighting
and shadow for the upcoming shoot. They played their roles to
the hilt and used all kinds of technical lingo that no one
understood. They also used clinical terms for my female body
parts.

"I suppose, to Mom, the strange pre-shoot warmup routine looked

proper and professional. Even when they made me sit back and
expose a spread beaver, or used their fingers to trace shadow and
highlight areas on my pussy lips. She might blush, look away, go
after coffee, but she never raised an objection."

Ginger made a face of disbelief and said, "Mom, that's

incredible. She watched men touching your pussy and never said
anything about that? She had to be in on it."

"No, not then she wasn't. There would be no reason to hide. I'd
be the only one she was hiding that fact from, and she didn't
need to hide from me. I was no threat to anyone at that point.
I was whipped. I totally accepted my lot in life."

"She had to be suspicious."

"No, not even when their attentions centered more and more on my
intimate anatomy. By the way they acted, you'd think art
photography was the art of photographing a young girl's beaver.
This was typical. A guy would be toying with my clit while Mom
asked him if he cared for a warm-up for his coffee. The closest
she got to objecting was when a guy stuck his finger up my ass.
He didn't keep that finger still, either. He finger fucked my
asshole with Mom looking on. She meekly said, 'Is that really
necessary?' Daddy said, 'That's called rectal enhancement.
Probing the rectum produces a prominence and swelling in the
sphincter muscle which results in better shadow effects, dear.'
Her response was, 'Oh.'"

Ginger said, "Oh? You've got to be kidding. This could be a

comedy if the story were halfway believable. I think you're
jerking my chain, Mother."

"I'm not kidding. This is all true, I swear to you. To top it

off, she apologized for questioning the man's motives. She said,
'I'm so sorry. Every time I think something bad is going on,
there turns out to be a perfectly rational explanation. As you
can tell, I know nothing about this field.'"

"Oh, that's rich, Mother. How did anyone keep a straight face?"

"They didn't, and she was always asking, 'What's so funny?'

The next time we had a session, they laid me out on the dining
table with my knees drawn up and pulled back. I had a man
holding each leg wide and pressed down on the table top. Mom
came over to see what was up and looked shocked to see me in such
a vulgar and vulnerable position. Another man stepped up and
started masturbating me, feeling my pussy all over, poking his
fingers deep inside, rubbing and pinching my clit, pulling on my
clit, in fact. At one point, he had his two middle fingers
thrust in to the palm, demonstrating to Mom that I was no virgin.
Mom stood by and watched him do this and finally asked in a
concerned voice, 'What is the purpose in doing that to her?'

"Daddy says, 'It's like the anal stimulation technique.

Massaging the vagina brings out the vaginal highlights by
stimulating blood flow. This makes the vagina blossom into full
prominence and produces the best photo effects when combined with
proper lighting. What were you thinking, Beth? Dirty thoughts
again.'

"Mom said, 'Oh, no! Absolutely not. I was not questioning the
practice. I knew what he was doing to Bonnie had to be for a
good reason. I was just curious, that's all.'"

"Mother, I think Grandma was jerking your chain. That would be

just like her, too."

"That's possible, but totally out of character for her back then.
You could read the genuine anxiety in her face when she saw
something inappropriate going on, but as soon as any explanation
was offered, relief flooded over her. I doubt she could act that
well, even now."

"I sure wish I knew her back then. I'm sorry, Mother, but this
strikes me as extremely funny, besides being a super turn on."

"It gets funnier then, so stick around. Before we go on, though,

get naked."

"WHAT? Oh Mom!"

"Get naked, or we stop here."

"FUCK!" Ginger got to her feet and quickly went about divesting
herself of all clothing, saying, "I think you are becoming queer
for me. God, this is going to be so weird."

"You have a terrific body, Ginger. Why keep it under cover when
you are jerking off. And, I do love those firm, sweet titties of
yours."

Ginger kicked off her shoes and stood naked for a few seconds
before returning to her seat. She said, "Look, but no touching.
I don't have a queer bone in my body, Mother, so don't get any
ideas."

"Ginger, do you know why I never made a fuss about you and Frank
getting it on?"

"I don't know. I just figured you were afraid to say anything to
him. Why didn't you?"

"For one thing, I couldn't blame Frank. For another, I was

hoping the two of you would become uninhibited. I was hoping I'd
see you two fucking, and see you going about the house naked.
That's also why I surrendered my marital bed to you and took your
room."

"That was so cool. I felt like the wife, and you were like our
live-in maid. That's what I pretended you were. That's also why
I never lifted a finger around the house after I moved in with
Dad. The other kids were so jealous, especially Cindy. Mark and
Steve hated me, but they were still getting off on the situation.
You got your wish, though. We fucked all over that house, and I
hardly ever wore anything, even at the dinner table. It wasn't
the same after the divorce and you moved out last year. By the
way, Cindy is two months pregnant. You should stop by and see
her. A pregnant fourteen-year-old needs her mommy. You, of all
people, should relate to that."

"I can't say I'm surprised. She can still get an abortion this
early. I'll pay for it if she wants one."

She wants an abortion, but Daddy won't let her get one. I don't
want her to have one either. Mark and Steve want to watch her
belly get big, so you'd be the only one."

"Well, I wouldn't want to spoil everyone's fun. Cindy's going to

have a baby."

"Great! You're the best, but quit staring at my tits with that
hungry look. You're not getting any, so forget it."

"I guess you've heard enough, then."

"Oh, Jesus. Oh, all right. What do you want?"

"Bring them here. Let me have a suck and nibble of those fine
titties."

From: [email protected] (Phil Phantom)

Reply-To: [email protected]
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: NEW STORY: "Photo Pro" 2/3
Date: Thu, 9 Nov 1995 17:37:12 UTC
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"Photo Pro" (Part two of three)

Ginger made a pained face, but stood and came up to her mother.
She bent at the waist and brought her right tit to Bonnie's lips.
Bonnie teased and sucked the hard nipple while molding and
massaging the breast. Ginger's heavy breathing betrayed how she
really felt. She offered the other tit immediately when Bonnie
eased off the right one. When both tits were done, Ginger
returned to her seat wearing a full body blush. She was
speechless."

Bonnie appeared unaffected. She casually resumed her story,

saying, "After the session, when they gathered around the dining
table, I served them as a naked waitress. They even went so far
as to have me wear spike high heels - only the spike heels. Mom
always joined them for a beer or two. Their hands were all over
me as I tottered around the table pouring beer in their glasses."

"Yes, I love it. Naked is much better for frigging off. Look
all you want, Mother. I could care less."

Bonnie smiled and resumed, "After a shoot, cum would leak out of
me for an hour, so the insides of my legs stayed wet and shiny.
I made a point of giving Mom good looks at my inner thighs and
shiny wet ass as I made my way around the table. I also kept any
marks I had on me in plain sight. In particular, I wanted her to
see the marks made by alligator clips that they often placed on
my nipples, clit, or labia lips. Those damn things left bright
red teeth imprints that lasted for days. Right after a shoot,
the angry marks were positively unmistakable as to what caused
them.

"No matter how brazen I was in my efforts to show what they'd

done to me, my efforts were in vein. Mom either looked away or
pretended not to see. I filled as many glasses as I could by
getting in next to Mom and leaning out with a leg raised to
counter balance me. She had to see. There were times when my
nearest nipple was in her face, and I'd get sperm on her knees
from my wet thighs."

Ginger offered, "That's unreal. She had to be suspicious, at

least."

"I'm sure she was, but she never let on. Her demeanor never
changed. She never even commented on those ridiculous spike
heels I had to wear. She observed everything but saw nothing.
Her eyes would lite on a man's finger going up my twat or on my
nipple being twisted in a vise-like grip into gross distortion.
She'd take in the sight, then jerk her eyes away. She got a peek
at everything, but would not stare.

"When Mom began joining in on the after-shoot bullshit sessions,

acting totally at ease, laughing at their crude jokes, and
ignoring all the finger-fucking, ass slapping, tit squeezing, and
nipple twisting that was a constant, the guys began treating her
as one of the guys. Abuse followed me where ever I went, and Mom
was as likely as anyone to slap my bright red fanny or tweak a
sore nipple as I passed by. When Mom started abusing me, that
really freaked me out, mostly because she was still in denial,
and still her regular self."

Ginger sat forward, still playing with her pussy, and said,
"Okay, how do you explain her behavior at those bullshit group
gropes. If she wasn't an active partner in crime, who explained
away the crude behavior at those bull sessions? What they were
doing had nothing whatsoever to do with photography."

"Actually, she explained it away. That was the only time she
took me aside and discussed anything related to my sexual abuse.
After the men left and Daddy turned in, she came to me in my
bedroom. She sat on my bed and stroked my hair, then told me not
to let their crude behavior bother me. She said that men were
just grown-up boys when they got together over beer, and that
they act silly and nasty, and that this conduct was something we
women had to learn to accept about them. She said that even
professionals will act like drunk sailors when they decide to
unwind, and that's all it was. She said, "I'm just trying to fit
in and make them feel comfortable. I didn't want you to think I
enjoyed treating you that way, sweetheart."

Ginger said, "She rationalized finger fucking and tit torture."

"Keep in mind that she'd accepted finger fucking as a

professional act done as part of a warm-up to a photo shoot.
Except for nipple twisting and fanny slaps, they weren't doing
anything at their bullshit session that they hadn't already done
on the table earlier. The only difference was, the pre-shoot
warm-up activities were a professional act; whereas the things
they did to me at the bullshit session was men just being playful
and crude. She felt she needed to explain and console me about
the latter, but never brought up the former."

"What about the nipple torture?"

"She never mentioned anything about those marks made by the
alligator clips; but personally, I think those blood red marks,
more than anything else, helped break down her wall of denial.
She was trying to fit alligator clips into her new world order,
but she couldn't make them fit."

"I didn't think you could explain her behavior away, but I
suppose if a person were trying to rationalize away the
irrational, that would do it."

"It did for her, anyway, and I truly believe she was sincere.
That was when I first noticed her changing. She was shifting
from denial to rationalization, and her personality was changing
as a result. You could see the stress she was under as her world
of denial crumbled around her. She was very relieved when I told
her I understood. She let out a big sigh of relief and said,
'I'm so glad you understand. I just want to fit in with the
group, Bonnie, and you saw how excited the guys got when I
slapped your fanny and called you a little trollop. You were
being such a good sport about all the abuse they were dishing
out. I figured a little slap and pinch here and there couldn't
hurt. It meant so much to them to know I wasn't an old fuddy
duddy sitting in judgement of them having a little harmless fun
with my little girl.'"

Ginger took renewed interest, sitting up, saying, "Wow, Mother,

that tells me a great deal. When she could no longer deny what
was happening, she had to rationalize. That's all she had to
fall back on."

"Exactly, and I understood, even at that age. I had to reassure

her several more times that I understood completely, and that I
thought nothing of her slaps and nipple twists; which, by the
way, were as hard and cruel as the guys were doing. She really
laid it on after she won their approval. She hurt me, and she
knew it. She needed to hear me tell her that her abuse of me was
okay, and I told her several times before she could accept that.

"Weeks earlier, Daddy gave me permission to answer truthfully to

any question Mom posed, but said I couldn't volunteer any
information. There were times, after a photo shoot, that she'd
even seen angry red welts made by a whip. These lasted
throughout the week, and I'd do my best to keep them on display
throughout the week. She never commented on them, so when she
asked for my okay, I took another stab at getting through to her,
saying, 'You can't hurt me, Mom. My breasts, nipples, and vagina
are accustomed to very rough treatment. I am tough as nails,
now, so do whatever you feel you need to do to make our guests
comfortable. I won't mind, honest.' I added, 'Also, you can
call me any name in the book. I know you are only saying those
things to fit in and be one of the guys. You have to verbally
abuse me and physically abuse me if you want to be accepted as
one of them."

Ginger said, "Don't tell me she didn't catch that hint."

"She did, but she didn't want to hear what I had to say. She
just thanked me again and told me what a trooper I was."
"That pretty much told you where she stood on the physical abuse
though, didn't it?"

"Yes, but I knew she wouldn't try to stop the beatings and
physical torments. She'd known for some time that they were
working me over in that studio. She could have attempted to stop
them long ago, but didn't. No, I was hoping to start a dialog
that would lead to a full disclosure, exposing all the perverted
activity. I still thought, at that point, that she might curtail
or severely restrict the intercourse if she were confronted with
the fact that they were fucking me without protection. I still
wanted birth control and felt certain she'd insist on that much,
at least. I did lose faith in that conviction after our talk,
though. I didn't think she was capable of drawing any lines.

"Having Mom join their bull sessions was a major breakthrough for
them, and their nasty little game took a radical leap after she
joined in the abuse. In the studio, they had a good laugh over
their successes. Daddy told them that he bet they could fuck me
and get Mom to go along. They bet money on it and selected a
volunteer to try at the next session. They wanted to see anal
and vaginal sex, with orgasm, right in front of Mom. Daddy
already had Mom in the habit of giving me my enemas prior to a
shoot, so my asshole would be ready for a big cock. He told her
he wanted my colon clean to flatten my abdomen. She gave me
enemas until I shit clear water.

"At the next session, Mom stood close by and watched everything.
She obviously felt welcome, because she used to hang back out of
the way. I was laid out on the table like a lab frog and getting
both my ass and pussy fingered by several of the men at once, a
gang finger bang that looked anything but professional. Two
others played roughly with my titties. Mom appeared comfortable
with what they were doing and would smile from time to time to
let them know she wasn't bothered. I remember her saying, 'Boy,
that ought to get her blood flowing, for sure.'

"Someone said, 'You know, the French use the natural technique.
They will only use a real penis for anal and vaginal enhancement.
They do get amazing results, you've got to admit that.' Another
one added, 'They are the world's best. They must know something
we don't.' Another said, "That's how DuPree won the Googleheim.
He used the French method with a model younger than Bonnie.'

"Daddy said, 'Well, damnit, I'm not willing to play second fiddle
to a bunch of Frenchies. Honey, I want to try this French
technique with Bonnie. She wants to be the best. She has worked
hard to be the best. I'm sure she's willing to do anything it
takes, but I want your okay if we're going to go all the way with
her.'

"Mom said, 'I don't understand. What do you mean, go all the
way?' He says, 'Go all the way, dear, as in use a real penis the
way it's supposed to be used, the natural way to stimulate a
vagina.' 'Oh my,' she says as they all stared, waiting to hear
her reply. I was waiting as anxiously as they were, because this
was my chance to get on the pill.

"Mom agonized over her response, but finally said, 'Well, this is
your profession. I suppose you know what's best. I'm sure
you'll be careful and take precautions. If Bonnie is willing,
and you want to try this French method, I guess you'll need
privacy.'"

Ginger folded her arms and sat back, though keeping her knees
wide, saying, "Okay, Mom. This has got to be where Grandma gets
on board. By no stretch can any rational human being rationalize
that crock, and why must you stare at my cunt like that?"

"Why not? Honey, keep in mind that for two weeks she'd been
watching me getting fingers and dildoes shoved deep in my ass and
cunt. A live penis was no great escalation by then. She had to
know I had no hymen. Daddy was a pro at bringing you along one
baby step at a time. If they'd pulled that shit just one week
earlier, I know she would have freaked out. I wasn't surprised
at all; besides, this group was our social circle. We had no
other friends. She wanted to be part of their group. She
certainly didn't want to act the spoiler when what they were
asking for wasn't that big a deal."

"I suppose, but I'm sure she knew the score."

"She did, and she remained anxious after Daddy's explanation. I

could tell she wasn't buying the French method. Anyway, Daddy
said, 'Honey, these men are professionals in this field. Modesty
is not an issue. Aesthetics is all that matters. You should
stay; you're part of the team. You needn't be embarrassed, and
you may be able to assist. We are going to do this right, or not
at all, right guys?'

"All of that crap he was shoveling her way was just to introduce
those five words: you're part of the team. He knew exactly what
she needed to hear to get her to go along with their transparent
scheme. He was a real pro at manipulation, Ginger. They all
sounded off with affirmatives without ever asking me how I felt
about the plan. The volunteer stood, brought out his eight-inch
stiff cock, and stroked the shaft. They slid me to the table's
edge, and he placed the head of his cock at my pussy with Mom
standing right beside him. He rubbed that throbbing cock around
the wet opening of my twat, while Mom stared with eyes wide, her
hand covering her mouth.

"Under her intense scrutiny, he went right in to his balls after

a brief period of stirring my juices, proving that I had no
hymen. He fucked my pussy in long deep strokes, as Mom stared in
open-mouthed awe. I tried hard not to show so much as a flinch
or let out a tiny grunt. I clearly demonstrated that my pussy
was no stranger to his eight-inch cock. Mom's eyes were riveted
to my stuffed pussy getting fucked by the only cock she'd seen
other than Daddy's six-incher. He screwed me hard for a few
minutes, then dropped down to my asshole. Once in position, he
grasped my hips and pulled until the head popped in."

Ginger attacked her cunt with renewed vigor and cried out,
"Fucking a little girl's ass, right in front of her mother. I
love it!"

"Mom was truly amazed by what she saw. Butt fucking was not in
her vocabulary or life experience. She seemed fascinated by the
sight of a big dick penetrating my asshole without so much as a
grunt from me. He began a fucking motion and soon had six inches
sawing in and out of my well-conditioned asshole. Daddy said,
'It's working. I can see a difference guys.' This is the secret
all right. Keep that up. Go all the way in. Don't hold back;
you're getting there.' He slid right in to the balls.

"He was actually screwing eight inches of cock in your ass and
she said nothing?"

"Not a word. I swear. Not only that, after Daddy's encouraging

words, the guy slammed into my ass and began fucking me hard and
fast until he came - half in, and half out of my ass. Quite a
bit of cum was deliberately shot right at my wide open pussy
crack, as one of the guys reached over and pulled my cunt lips
open for him. Daddy explained the cum shot away as an
occupational hazard that was unavoidable and to be expected. He
asked for another volunteer as Mom went dashing for a rag.

"Another guy stepped up, drew out a larger cock, and inserted the
head in my spermy pussy before Mom could wipe off the cum. He
pumped his shaft and rubbed my clit, pushed the head in, drew
back out, then rubbed the head through my slit. He got his cock
good and wet with the other guy's sperm, then shoved his cock in.
He gradually pushed all the way in as Mom made an anguished
face."

"That's beautiful, just fucking beautiful!"

"So is your cunt, Ginger. Do you think you can get your legs any
farther apart?"

"The splits aren't wide enough for you? What's the matter; you
can't quite see my tonsils?"

"Get smart with me, Ginger, and the story ends here."

"I'm sorry! I'm real, real sorry. Please don't stop now!"

Bonnie smiled knowingly, then said, "He fucked me hard for a good
ten minutes. Daddy said, 'If you feel like you are going to
ejaculate, try to pull out and deposit the stuff where it won't
cause a problem. She's just a child, and she's not on the pill.'
Minutes later, he came in my pussy after stepping up his efforts
to reach a climax, pulling our loins tightly together for the cum
shot, grunting with each jet he squirted in my womb."

"Oh, Yes! Cream the little girl's womb while Mommy watches
helplessly. Too much!"

"Mom wasn't exactly helpless. She could have ended their game if
she'd pitched a bitch. She appeared visibly shaken by this
blatant disregard for the rules she and Daddy sorta laid down.
When he withdrew, she wiped angrily at the sperm seeping out from
my abused pussy hole, then looked to Daddy to chastise the vulgar
man. Daddy said, 'Oh well, accidents happen.' When she heard
Daddy blow it off so casually, she instantly stopped her angry
display and simply patted the rag to my twat."
"Do you mean she had nothing to say to this man after he
intentionally shot his wad in you?"

"All she said was, 'Let's try not to have anymore accidents.'
The next guy pulled out but came on my twat. Mom got a clean rag
to wipe up the mess, but the guy wouldn't get out of the way.
While she waited patiently, he remained in place and used his
wilting dick to play in his sperm. Before long, he was stuffing
sperm inside. He took his time and didn't stop until his dick
gave out. She then wiped up what little was left outside, while
the men watched with amused grins."

"Uh! Oh! Oh yes!"

"She stepped aside for the next guy and went to rinse the rag.
He made no attempt to avoid cumming in my twat. He actually
announced that he was about to cum, then pulled himself in tight
to put his load deep. Mom mopped what seeped out and stepped
aside for another who did the same thing, only with more
exaggerated flair, grunting and pumping his sperm deep. After he
finished cumming, he remained lodged inside, plugging his load of
sperm until his dick went soft."

"Oh! Oh! More!"

"The next guy tried to top that. He spent the whole time jacking
off while rubbing the head of his cock in my spermy cunt lips.
When he was ready to cum, he announced the fact, then centered
his cock at my pussy hole. He put the head in and pumped his
load out with his fist jacking the shaft."

"Oh, God, I'm going to cum!"

"Daddy was last and determined to top everyone. He put the head
of his cock in my cunt, than placed Mom's hand on his shaft and
asked her to do her thing. Mom got into the job after an
uncomfortable start. She obviously knew her business, because
she knew exactly how to pace the strokes. Mom's fist banged
against my sloppy twat as she brought Daddy off. She milked
Daddy's spend into my overflowing snatch."

"Oh Jesus! OH JESUS! Oh God, I'm cumming. I'm cumming sooooo

good."

From: [email protected] (Phil Phantom)

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"Photo Pro" (Part three of three)

Bonnie waited until she had Ginger's attention once again, then
said. "I've seen you cum a hundred times, so don't hold your
breath waiting for applause. That was fair."

"I'll try harder next time. I'm ready for another one. You know
me, my second cum is always better than my first."

Bonnie resumed, "When he finished, Mom cleaned me thoroughly and

stepped aside. Daddy said, 'Now look at that dear. See what a
difference using a real penis can do? Look how flushed and alive
her parts are. Look how her anus has opened and blossomed. See
how her Vagina is full and open like an orchid.'

"She said, unconvincingly, 'Yes, I see what you mean. If that's

what makes a good picture, then you should get some good ones. I
better take her into the bathroom and douche her vagina real good
to wash out the accidents.'

"Daddy said, 'There's no time for that. Besides, I wouldn't want

to tamper with perfection. Pregnancy is a risk we'll just have
to take.'"

"Grandma must have freaked at this."

"No, but this is where she seems to have caught on and accepted
the inevitable. I thought I detected friendly sarcasm in her
voice when she said, 'Well, I suppose. I'm glad I bit my tongue,
now. Boy, I sure would have felt foolish if I had voiced what I
was thinking. I'm ashamed to even tell you gentlemen, but I
actually thought you were trying to get my daughter pregnant. I
feel so silly, now. You will get no further questions from me.
I've learned my lesson.'

"The funny part was, after saying they had no time, they lounged
around for an hour with my ass propped up on two cushions to
prevent the sperm from coming out. They even had Mom get the
cushions and do the propping. She was puzzled by their odd
request, even more puzzled at their lack of haste. She said she
wouldn't question them again, and they tested her. She passed
the test.

"Mom's brow wrinkled when someone stuck his finger in my cunt,

stirred the six loads I had in my vaginal well, and said, 'Just
in case she is ovulating, we ought to give everyone's sperm an
even chance at the egg, huh? May the best man win.'

"Mom didn't find that a bit funny. He got no courtesy laugh and
the closest thing to a scowl she gives. Later, Mom came around
with the coffee pot, and Daddy said, "I think she is ready for
another stir, dear. Would you mind?'

"She looked dumbly at him and said, 'You mean put my finger in
there?' He said, 'Yes, and stir clockwise.' Mom set the pot
down and timidly inserted her index finger. I could feel her
slender feminine finger moving around in my twat as she said,
'Like this?' Here,let me show you, Ginger."

With that, Bonnie reached for Ginger's pussy, but was block by
both of Ginger's hands. Ginger said, "Mother, no. No touching,
remember?"
"Fine. The end."

"Oh, fuck, not that again. All right, god damnit! Show me."

"Get up on the table and lie back. I'll get the cushions."

"Oh Shit!"

Ginger climbed onto the table and reclined with her legs hanging
off the edge. Bonnie brought two sofa cushions and made Ginger
pull her legs up and over her head. Bonnie propped the cushions
under the small of Ginger's back, then said, "Now relax but keep
your knees out wide. Keep your twat straight up. That's my
girl. Okay, you've just been screwed by seven men; six came in
your twat and you are one juicy Lucy. Here's what she did."

Bonnie inserted her right index finger and stirred clockwise,

saying, "My, but you are one creamy-twatted bitch, aren't you?"

"Yes. Are you done now?"

"What's the matter? Does my finger remind you of Frank's peter?"

"He is not that small, Mother."

"How would you know? You've never been fucked by a real cock."
Bonnie drew her finger out, then lightly flicked Ginger's clit,
saying, "You sure have a cute little pussy, Ginger. Cute enough
to eat with a spoon. Fucking Frank has done one thing for you;
you're still as tight as a virgin."

"Mother, please. I don't want to get into that scene with you,
not even on the receiving end. I told you, I am 100% straight.
Even if I did feel like trying girl/girl sex, it would not be
with my own mother."

"Suit yourself, but I wasn't offering to suck your twat for you.
I just said it was cute enough to eat with a spoon. Do you see a
spoon n my hand? You can get down, now."

Ginger eased down from the table and resumed her seat. This
time, she did not start right in masturbating, but sat with her
knees together, eager to hear more.

Bonnie said, "Play with your pussy, Ginger. Make me a good

spread. Yes, just like that. In fact, that's what Daddy said
when Mom asked if she was doing it right. He said, 'Yeah, just
like that. A minute should do.' She stirred the sperm while the
guys suppressed smirks. She was called to stir the well five
more times before we headed out to the studio. In the studio,
they broke up into fits of laughter, mocking her, and repeating
the things she said and did."

"Did she get you on the pill?"

"She never mentioned it. I don't know why unless she thought
that a thorough pussy washing would suffice, or whether Daddy
nixed the idea.
"When we emerged from the studio, an hour later, Mom had the mugs
on the table ready for the customary bull session. While in the
studio, they decided to place a few welts on my ass and tits.
They rarely hit me with the whip - two or three across my ass was
about all they ever did. They weren't really into the S&M scene,
but they had all the gear, and filled requests from time to time.
This time, they put at least a dozen welts on my ass, tits,
belly, and thighs. Mom never saw anything like that before. I
took the whipping without complaint, hoping this would shock her
out of her complacency.

"She surprised us by her lack of reaction. If what they'd done

upset her, she kept her feelings in check. I did notice that she
did not loosen up as fast as the last time we met, but after
three mugs of beer, she relaxed considerably and focused her
attentions on my welts when I came near. She'd trace the lines
with her finger while making some crude comment about me
misbehaving during the shoot. Later, after her fourth beer,
she'd drag a fingernail along a welt to watch me wince before
delivering a hard slap on the welt. She ended up tracing and
slapping every welt I had, and would finger my ass and pussy as
the guys did."

Ginger giggled and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, but this shit really
turns me on. Frank is still into spanking and belt whippings,
but Cindy is his favorite target, now. I still get off on a good
spanking, but watching Cindy get it with a belt, buck naked, is
better. I can picture Grandma trying to impress the guys after
you told her that she can't hurt you. I'll bet you wished you'd
thought that over more carefully."

"That's an understatement, Ginger. I'm like you, though. I

respond to a good ass whipping, even some of their torture
devices made me hot. Pain administered by someone who knows what
they're doing can be a terrific experience, but Mom did not know
what she was doing. No one ever hurt me as badly as Mom did, and
I felt obligated not to cry or even cry out. Another thing, when
the guys fingered me, they never made a big deal about doing it.
They'd reach over, slip a finger in, hold me in place by my pussy
or asshole, then slip out and let me move on. Mom, on the other
hand, was vulgar. She made sure everybody saw where her finger
went, then she'd fuck her stiff finger in and out, giggling, or
saying something like, 'Oh, it feels all gooey in there,' or, 'We
must stir this up so the best man wins,' or, 'Oops, can't make a
baby in there; it's full of poo poo.'"

"Oh, that's beautiful! She was making a real ass of herself,

wasn't she?"

"A huge ass, Ginger. Hell, I was embarrassed for her. After all
I'd been through, I found her antics the most vulgar and childish
of all. She was trying so hard to fit in. She was really
pathetic. What ever maternal feelings she had for me seemed to
go right out the window after four beers. She returned to her
old self the next day, though. Still, I knew she'd throw me to
the wolves when they returned the following week."

"I'm curious; how did she act the next day? I mean, after what
she'd witnessed and done to you, how could she be her old self?"
"She wasn't her old self like she'd been months earlier, or even
a week earlier. She knew they were simply dirty old men
molesting her child, but she also knew there wasn't a damn thing
she could or would do about it. By this time, she was beyond
denial and rationalizing, beginning a phase of acceptance. To
speed this phase along, Daddy made me remain naked at all times
while in the house. He also took me where and when he pleased,
which was always where Mom would see. Furthermore, she had to
see my welts constantly, so she could never put that night out of
her mind. She handled the transition by simply not talking about
it.

"When the guys showed up the following week, they started right
in fucking me. Mom never lifted an eyebrow when they spermed my
womb. She stirred the well between fucks and didn't wipe
anything but the table after they finished with me. The guys
spent the entire time in the studio preparing me for the bull
session to follow.

"For this bull session, they dressed me in one of the S&M theme
costumes. In addition to the five-inch spike heels, I wore large
weave fishnet hose, a leather garter belt, and a push-up matching
leather metal-studded bra that presented my exposed nipples. My
nipples had alligator clips on them with beaded bangles dangling
from each. In addition, my clit was pulled out and clamped
tightly in a wide spring clamp that they molded into the base of
a giant India rubber cock that hung past my knees. This
carefully detailed imitation cock was so obscene, especially
dangling between my legs, swinging like an elephant's trunk,
tugging on my clit with every step. I suppose they wanted to
demonstrate what sort of photography they were doing."

"What a sight that must have made. This just gets better and
better."

"They didn't stop there, either. They covered my body in lewd

graffiti: vulgar messages, nasty cartoons, crudely-drawn replicas
of genitalia, cocks shooting thick ropes of sperm, a girl sucking
off a pony, a big dog fucking a very pregnant child named Bonnie.
Mom was visibly stunned when she saw me, but tried hard not to
show it. Her face was redder than I thought possible as she
watched me hobble toward the table with a pitcher of beer. The
men took seats and carried on as though this were a regular bull
session. They ignored me for the most part, but Mom's eyes never
left my body. She could not take her eyes off of me. She
strained to read every word written, and visually devoured every
drawing, especially the doggie scenes which were rather well-
done.

"I saw her gradually adjust to my bizarre condition and giggle

when Daddy took hold of my cock and made me dance in place on my
tip toes as the guy behind me repeatedly slapped my bare ass
hard, making a loud crack with each fall of his hand. I moved
around the table with guys tormenting my nipples, pulling on the
clamps until my tits were pulled out thin at the ends. My ass
took a beating as I made my way toward Mom. By the time I got to
her, she was visibly aroused and eager to get hold of me. I knew
I'd get no reprieve from her."
"Oh, god, Mother, I need something to fuck myself with. I know
you must have a dildoe."

"In my night stand, top drawer, hurry."

Less than a minute later, Ginger plopped back in her seat with
the clamp dong her mother had described in the story. She
declared, "Oh, Mother, I love it. When we're finished, you
simply must clamp this fucker on my clit and let me walk around."

"It will be my pleasure, sweetheart."

"Please continue."

"Go easy. I know you're not used to one a third that big. Okay,
I arrived at Mom's place and she grabbed my nipple clamps,
pulling me around by them to stand between her parted knees. She
tortured my tits by pulling those bangles to better read what was
written on and under my tits. She'd read aloud some nasty
witticism, then berate me for being a nasty child. She'd swat my
ass or slap my tit flesh, read another, and slap me again. She
acted as though I wrote that shit on my body. The men howled,
which only drove her on.

"She tired of slapping me after reddening me from my knees to my

shoulders. She took me by the cock, hoisting me to the table
top. She made me recline before her as she turned her chair to
face my spread beaver. She pushed my legs back and told me to
hold them wide open. The men sat forward, eager to see what she
was up to. Mom unclamped the cock and laid it on my belly with
the head between my tits, then rudely pulled my cunt lips open
and peered inside my hole, saying, 'Have you been letting these
men fuck you out there in that studio, Bonnie?'

"I said, 'Yes, Mommy.' She says, 'Oh, you nasty child. You
nasty little whore.' She then gave my clit a hard shake and tug
while pinching with her nails dug in, saying, "Oh, you are a
nasty little whore, you are.' She probed my anus with her finger
and said, 'And did you let them put their cocks in here, too?' I
said, 'Yes, Mommy, there too.' She slapped my ass hard and
cried, 'You filthy slut, you, letting grown men fuck you in the
ass. No doubt you sucked on their cocks, didn't you? You sucked
their cocks till they ejaculated in your mouth, didn't you? You
sucked and swallowed their sperm right from their balls, didn't
you? Didn't you, you cock sucking whore!' 'Yes, lots of times,
Mommy. They've been fucking me and making me suck their cocks
for over a month.'

She said, 'I'm not the least surprised, and I don't blame them
one bit. I'm sure you led them on. I've been watching you
closely. You are getting exactly what you deserve. If you think
I'm going to stand in their way, you have another thing coming,
young lady. I'm going to see that you serve these gentlemen
properly like a good little cock sucking whore should. I'll see
that you beg for cock, and you'll beg them to squirt their sperm
in your pussy where it belongs.'

"She took the rubber dong and fitted the head to my asshole, then
worked that huge cock in until only two inches remained sticking
out while saying, 'And when they fuck your asshole, you'll beg
them to pull out and cum in your pussy where the sperm might do
some good.' She then pulled me to my feet and smacked my ass,
saying, 'We need more beer. Get busy, slut!'"

"OH! YES!"

"Their laughter rang in my ears as I shuffled to the kitchen.

This turned into an all nighter, and I was thoroughly screwed in
every hole before the sun rose. Mom tucked me in. In parting,
she dug in my sperm-filled pussy, took out a sopping wet hand,
and smeared the mess over my mouth, saying, 'I meant what I said.
You're going to be a good little whore for our friends, aren't
you?' Naturally, I nodded. Hell, I already was. You couldn't
get much better. I licked her fingers clean, then she left
smiling."

"Oh FUCK ME! Oh Mother fuck me! Oh shit, Christ, DAMN! I'm
cummingggggggggg! Uh...uh...oh, oh, ahhh! Ahhh."

Ginger took longer to recover. When her eyes opened, Bonnie

said, "Not bad. We're almost finished. Wanna stop here?"

"No, go on."

"After that, our photo sessions always began with a gang bang in
front of Mom. They dropped all pretense of professional conduct.
The men actually stripped naked from the start, parading around,
stroking their erections, and placing me in obscene positions for
screwing, butt fucking, or cock sucking, sometimes, all three at
once. They also stopped using clinical terms. It was fucking,
and that's what they called it. My vagina became a pussy or a
cunt, and my anus was my asshole. Even Mom began using the term,
fuck, and referring to my vagina as a pussy. And they could cum
where they pleased, but Mom had a preference for my pussy."

Ginger said, "Yep, Grandma was onboard."

"Oh, yes. Even I was onboard by then. I knew I was going to get
pregnant, and I fully accepted that fact. Mom dropped all
pretenses. She sat in on the photo shoots and suggested poses
that were every bit as obscene as those the guys came up with.
It was her idea to bring dogs into the act. We ended up owning
four that I serviced daily, whether filming or not. She also
suggested that they take shots of me eating her pussy. She
especially liked having me eat her while I was being screwed by a
dog. Eating Mom's pussy was also a daily occurrence."

"Oh shit, Mom! You're going to make me cum again!"

"Oh, you like the idea of a daughter eating her mother's pussy."
Bonnie lifted her skirt and spread her legs to expose her naked
wet beaver, saying, "Go for it, baby!"

Ginger pounded her pussy with the huge dong and cried, "Mother,
you filthy fucking whore! Oh, you fucking bitch. You sick slut,
you! Oh God, I love it! I love it! Oh yesssss! I'm
cummingggggg!!!"
Bonnie returned her feet to the floor and dropped her skirt with
a knowing smile. She watched Ginger slowly recover and struggle
to sit up. Ginger blushed self-consciously, smiled, and said,
"We're both sick. I hope you know that."

"Yes, I know that."

"I hope you're finished, because I can't take anymore."

"We're almost done, but there's a good six inches you aren't
using."

"I tried, believe me, I tried. Okay, I'm ready for more."

"Those men were welcome to drop in and screw me any time, day or
night. We had orgies, lots of orgies, and somewhere in all that
fucking, one of those little sperm cells cracked the egg and made
little Ginger. Now you know."

"Wow, think of the competition that one sperm had to fertilize

the egg. I feel so special."

"You are special, Ginger. On Father's Day, you have your work
cut out for you."

"Yeah, and I think I'd like to leave it that way. I don't want
to know which one it was. Is there any chance we could all get
together for a family reunion?"

"They aren't all available. I think one died and one moved away,
but Daddy can bring what's left together, and they still have two
of the dogs. I can't guarantee those guys will behave
themselves, but the dogs are well-trained."

"I want guarantees that they won't."

"That, I can guarantee. I'll tell you what I'll do. If you will
get off the pill and set this up to coincide with your ovulation,
I will consider that compensation for stealing my husband from
me."

"I knew you were still bitter about that. Oh, all right.
Daddy's going to be furious with me, but that's the breaks.
Actually, I was a bit disappointed when I learned that my daddy
hadn't knocked me up after all. Now, he just might."

"If you don't deliver a litter of pups, he just might at that."

Bonnie, once again, presented Ginger with an obscene spread
beaver, and said, "Right now, you can begin making up to me for
eight hours of intense labor. Your time begins when your lips
seal themselves to my cunt."

Ginger smiled then got to her knees and crawled forward, but
that's another story.

The End

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