"Oh, Barb!" the thirteen-year-old girl exclaimed. "You mean you really let him fuck you? And in his car?"
"Sure! Where else could we do it?" Barb said, smiling widely at her friend Sharon. "I mean, we couldn't fuck in my house or his, so a car's the only place left."
"Tell me how you did it, Barb!" Sharon said excitedly. "What was it like?"
"Well, after I got my panties off and pulled up my skirt, I sort of just straddled his lap. You know, so he could get his cock in me."
"Oh, wow! Well, c'mon. Let's walk and you can tell me the rest of it."
"Well, it wasn't so bad when he first stuck it in. But then it kept going up and up and up inside me until I thought it wasn't going to quit." Barb squealed and shivered. "It was fantastic! And his cock was hot! Jeez!"
Sharon was breathing rapidly as she slowed her walk and glanced shyly at her friend. "What did it feel like? Really?"
"It was far out," Barb sighed. "I could feel it just throbbing inside me. Then he started pumping it in and out. Jeez, you know I came twice before he did once?"
"Out of sight! What did it feel like when he shot off."
"Like a darned old hose going off inside me," the blonde replied, laughing and shaking her head. "When I got off him, his stuff dripped all over his pants. I hope his mom didn't see it."
"Damn!" Sharon said. "I wish something like that would happen to me. Gosh, I'm thirteen and I'm still a virgin."
The pavement turned to gravel and the girls began guiding their bicycles down the edge of the lawns that touched the street. Passing male drivers slowed down considerably to eye their lush young bodies, but they pretended not to notice.
"Sharon, how long did you say you have to stay at the Mortons'?"
"Just a week. Just 'til my mom gets back from her honeymoon." She took a deep breath. "Barb, I wish she would let me stay at home by myself. I bet I could have gotten Billy Davis over and had him fuck me."
"I think Billy's too chicken," Barb scoffed. "Why don't you try Chuck Morton? Heck, you'll be staying there anyway."
"That wouldn't be such a great idea. Ruth Morton's my mom's best friend. My new old man wants to send me to my sister when they get back from their honeymoon anyway. Jack says they need a couple of months to get used to each other."
Barb laughed. "What he means is that he wants two months to screw around with your mom without you being there, that's all."
"You're probably right."
When they reached an intersection, they stopped. Sharon stared across the street at the big rambling ranch-style house that the Mortons lived in. She had been inside a few times, but never past the living room, and didn't know how many rooms they actually had. "Well, I guess I'd better go get it over with."
"Yep," Barb nodded. "I'm sorry you couldn't stay at my place, but you know my dad. You call me this afternoon and I'll see if I can come over. I want to see Chuck anyway. He's fifteen, and I'll bet he really knows how to fuck."
"Don't do it while I'm staying there," Sharon warned. "His parents are so straight it's ridiculous. If you want to mess with him, wait 'til I'm back at my place."
Barb gave out with a tinkly laugh. "Okay, I'll see you later. Call me, now." The blonde turned her bike around and waved, then rode away.
Sharon steered her bicycle across the street and parked it on the wide driveway next to the garage doors. She untied her suitcase and carried it up to the front door. Although the Mortons had been over to her apartment many times to play cards with her mom and her new stepdad, she didn't know their kids very well. Since it had always been hard for her to make friends, there was a queasy feeling in her stomach as she reached out and punched the doorbell.
She had to wait several minutes and ring again before the door finally opened. Ruth Morton stood there, wearing a flowery quilted robe. Her face was flushed as though she had been exercising.
"Oh, hi, Sharon. You're early. Your mom said you'd be here about noon. C'mon in."
Walking in hesitantly, Sharon deposited her suitcase on the hallway floor and waited until the woman had shut the door and turned to her. "If you want me to come back later, I can."
"No, that's all right," Ruth said quickly. "C'mon in the living room. Things are a little hectic around here this morning."
Sharon nodded, and had begun following her when she saw the rest of the family emerging through a door at the far end of the hallway. Allan Morton and their two children were also in their robes. Sharon decided to wait until later to say hello, averted her eyes quickly, then entered the riving room. Ruth had seated herself in a chair and was lighting a cigarette.
"How have you been, Ruth?" Sharon asked as she took a seat across from the woman. "Mom said to tell you thanks again for taking care of me."
Ruth waved her hand. "Forget it. I'll tell you what. I have to take Patty to the doctor in a few minutes. Why don't you make yourself comfortable in here and we'll put your stuff away when we get back. Okay?"
"Sure. That's fine. I don't have anything to do." The girl was puzzled by the strange look in Ruth's eyes, as though she were uneasy about something. "Is Patty very sick?"
"Oh, no," Ruth stood up. "She's just got a touch of the flu or something. I'm sorry, dear, but I do have to run now. Turn the TV on if you want. Or there are some magazines there in the rack."
"Fine." When the woman had gone, Sharon selected several magazines and sat down to leaf through them. She hadn't finished the second one when the two Morton children came in and waved a greeting to Sharon.
Both Chuck and his eleven-year-old sister had coal-black wavy hair and deep-blue eyes, as did their father. Chuck was tall and slim, and Sharon knew he did very well in school sports.
"I'm glad you got to come over, Sharon," Patty said shyly. "Maybe when I feel better, we can go bike riding or something."
"Yeah, we could. I brought mine. What's new, Chuck?"
He shrugged. "Nothin' much. Same old crap."
"Well, is everybody ready?" Allan Morton boomed, stopping in the hall doorway with an armload of large envelopes. "Hi, Sharon. We won't be gone long. We only have a couple stops to make."
"That's all right, Allan. Take your time."
"Good. See you later." Ruth joined them, waved, and the four of them trooped out the front door, leaving Sharon alone in the large living room.
The young girl finished reading the magazines, put them back in the rack, then began strolling around the room, inspecting the furniture and the pictures hanging on the walls. With nothing else to do, she continued on through the house, deciding she might as well get familiar with the place.
As she roamed the dining room area and the kitchen, she wondered idly why Allan was home on a weekday, then remembered her mother had mentioned that he had been laid off from work. When she had finished her inspection in the front of the house, she started down the tong hall, glancing into the open doorways.
In what she was sure was the master bedroom she saw a large desk against an outside wall, covered with a typewriter and a mountain of envelopes. Since the rest of the house was so neat and clean, she wondered why they would leave a mess like that in there. Curiosity got the better of her, and she crossed the room hesitantly.
From what she could see on the top of the pile, most of the large envelopes were addressed to a post office box at a substation only a few blocks away. That must be Allan's business, she thought as she picked up an envelope to look at it more closely. When she lifted it up a photograph slipped out and her eyes widened. She snatched it up quickly and gaped at it.
It was a color picture of a handsome, athletic-looking young man standing naked in what appeared to be a bedroom. He was looking down at a pretty woman who was kneeling on the floor in front of him. Only a small part of his thick, hard, hairy cock was visible. The rest of it was in the woman's mouth.
"Oh, my God!" Sharon gasped. She wanted to put the thing back, but couldn't. Her gaze fixed on the man's thick shaft poking between the woman's lips. Then she eyed the blonde's trim figure, rounded ass, and full pointed titties. "Jesus!"
She was trembling all over as she gaped at the picture before her eyes. Suddenly she realized there was something else in the envelope. She reached into it quickly and withdrew a single typewritten page. Unfolding it, she began to read:
Dear Interested Party,
We are enclosing a picture of ourselves which we think you might find interesting. As you can see, we are exactly as we described ourselves in our first letter.
My wife is a magnificent cocksucker and she is very anxious to demonstrate her talents to you. She also loves to lap a cunt, and many other women have told me she is absolutely delightful. I have been told I am also a great oralist. However, I am very adept at anal and conventional fucking, too. I have an exceptional cock, and I hope you will believe me when I say that, in the picture, most of it is in my wife's mouth.
We are looking forward to meeting you soon and being able to enjoy each other's individual talents.
Sincerely,
The couple from Denver
P.S. My wife thinks your prick was terrific, and can't wait to get it in her cunt. Just let us know when.
Sharon was aghast. Her hands were shaking almost uncontrollably as she folded the letter and stuck it back in the envelope along with the picture. She dropped the envelope on the pile as though it were on fire and rubbed her sweaty palms on her skirt.
"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Jesus! I don't believe it!"
As she glanced over the remainder of the envelopes and saw the same address on each, she felt her pussy twitching. The nipples on her full tits hardened against her brassiere, and her pussy began palpitating.
It was almost the same feeling she had had when Billy Davis had stuck his finger in her cunt that one and only time, and she knew she was excited. Very cautiously, she reached out and selected another envelope and opened it.
This picture was entirely different. An older, graying man was stretched out on a carpeted floor, nude. A dark-haired woman was kneeling between his outstretched legs with her mouth on his cock. A thin, white stream was running out past her lips and down his shaft. Another younger man was on his knees behind her with his dick partially embedded inside her. What was visible of his rod was gleaming wetly. Both men were grinning at the camera and waving.
"God!" Sharon groaned aloud. "How can they do that?" Backing up slowly, she sank down on the bed.
She quickly extracted the lined sheet of notebook paper from the envelope. It was handwritten, and it said:
Hi, Interested Party,
We saw your ad in Screwing Loose West, and couldn't resist replying.
I'm the guy on my knees. The gal is my wife, and the older fella is my uncle. We're like this all the time. I swear my wife gives the best blow job west of the Mississippi. And my uncle and I are hung like horses.
If you've got some good pics of young stuff like you say, we'll pay $25 apiece for them. It gets us hotter than hell to look at those pictures while we're screwing.
Reply immediately if not sooner.
It was signed "The Swingers from Utah" and had a post office box number. Sharon folded the letter and put it back, but continued to stare at the picture as she slowly slid a hand up the inside of her creamy thigh and placed her fingers tightly against her panty-covered crotch. It was wet, and tingles of delight shot out from her groin as she began rubbing her cunt gently.
She tried to imagine what it would be like to have a big cock in her mouth and one in her cunt but she couldn't. She had thought about sticking a banana in her pussy one time, but didn't because she was afraid the pesticides might give her an infection.
"Oh, God!" she whimpered, staring at the woman's mouth where the white cream was trickling past her lips. Her fingers began moving more rapidly on her pussy as she gazed again, glassy-eyed, at the other man's cock, half embedded in the woman from behind.
It was too much for her! Her chest was heaving with desire and her legs were twitching and quivering. She slid her fingers under the elastic of the thin panties and groped for her moist crevice. Then she lay back on the bed, holding the picture up in front of her face, "Uuunnnggghhh!"
Sharon separated the lips of her gash with her fingers and began gently massaging her clit, squirming and writhing as the tickling sensation made her legs jump. She was trying to pretend there was a real cock jabbing at her slit as she gaped open-mouthed at the picture and groaned, "Aaaaggghhh!"
Sharon sought out her milk-filled hole and found it, then quickly jammed a finger deep into her hot, clenching tunnel. "Aaarrrggghhh!"
Her hand was pumping furiously, making wet sucking sounds as her digits speared in and out of her aching cunt.
"Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Aaaggghhh!" She had dropped the picture and was hunching at her hand. Her eyes were closed and her face was twisted with pleasure. She could feel her cuntal cream running out past her finger and into her palm. It was heaven to have something inside her, even if it was her own finger.
She was just on the verge of orgasm when she sensed something in the room. Though it was sheer agony to stop, she sat up quickly, yanking her hand from her crotch. The Mortons' big Labrador, Shadow, was standing there looking at her. His huge red tongue was hanging out of his mouth and his tail was flagging the air.
"Oh, God, Shadow!" she gasped. "You scared me half to death! I didn't know you were in the house!"
As Sharon looked at her wet hand, she shook her head sadly over the fact that she hadn't climaxed, then reached around for the picture and envelope. Before she could get them in her grasp, she felt the dog's furry head moving up between her thighs. Then he was nuzzling and lapping at the crotch of her panties.
"Shadow!" she shrieked. "Stop that!" She sat up again quickly and grabbed at the dog's head with both hands, trying to push him away. He wouldn't budge. He whined softly as he continued to lap.
"Shadow! Please! Don't!"
Her efforts to push him away stopped slowly. The feel of his hot tongue on her twat was exciting her again, even more than her stabbing finger had. "Okay, doggie!" she whispered urgently. "Okay! Just a minute!"
She raised her ass off the bed, hiked up her short skirt, then slipped her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down to her knees. Shadow danced around whimpering while she slipped them off completely, dropped them on the floor, then sat down and opened her legs.
"There, boy!" she crooned softly. "There you go!"
She looked down at the thick bush that surrounded her wet, glistening slit. The dog moved up quickly and pushed his tongue against it. She jumped at the first contact, then began stroking him gently as he probed her crevice, licking the milk that filled the folds of her twat.
"Oooohhh, Shadow! Oh, God, that feels good! Uuummm! That's it, doggie! Aaarrrggghhh! Jeez!"
Sharon knew that guys did this to girls sometimes, but it had never been done to her. She couldn't believe that it was so thrilling. The animal knew what he was doing and sloshed his tongue up and down her parted canyon from her asshole to her clit. She squirmed and began hunching up to his muzzle.
"shadow! Oh, God! Gggnnnuuugghhh! Oh,my, doggie! God! You're going to make me do it!Aaaggghhh! Oh, It's beautiful! Uuunnnggg!"
She thought about lying back, but she wanted to watch. The big black animal was hunching his haunches and pumping his dick into thin air, and she knew he was pretending to fuck while he lapped at her.
The building thrill of climax was filling her pelvic area as she watched the dog hunch and mouth her pussy. Her nipples tingled, and she could feel her tummy muscles tightening.
"oh, Shadow! God! Do It! Lick it! Lick it! That's it, doggie! Aaannnuuuggghhh! Oh, there! Right there! Aaaggghhh!" She tired her quivering legs off the floor, dropped down on her back, then rested her feet on the huge animal's shoulders.
"Lick me, Shadow!" she shrieked. "Lick me! Oh, God! Uuunnnggghhh! You're making me do it! I'm going to! Aaaggghhh! Oh, please, Shadow! Please!"
She was writhing and twisting on the big bed and rubbing her legs on the furry animal's back. She pulled her hands up, covered her titties, and began kneading the firm mounds as she squirmed and hunched.
"Gggnnnuuuggghhh! I can't stand it! Aaaggghhh! Oh, God! Doggie! Doggie! Aaarrrggghhh! I'm going to! Now! Now! Ooohhh!"
Orgasm exploded inside her, sending thundering surges out to her limbs. She twitched and quivered and bright lights popped behind her closed eyelids like flashbulbs. The delicious sensation made her dizzy for a moment, then it subsided.
"Oh, Shadow!" The dog was still licking at her cunt as she sat up quickly and shoved him away. "That's enough. They'll be back any minute. I've got to get my panties on." She grabbed the white bikinis off the floor and quickly pulled them up her legs.
"Oh, no!" She had reached over to pick up the letter and picture and saw Shadow's long red cock sticking out under his belly. It was shiny and pointed and bigger than she would ever have believed.
"You've got to get outside!" she moaned as she replaced the letter on the desk. "C'mon, boy. Let's go." Grabbing him by the collar, she tugged and wrestled him toward the door.
Sharon quickly found that the back entrance went out from the downstairs recreation room. She pushed the animal outside, slammed the door, and heaved a sigh of relief. If the Mortons came home and saw their dog hard, they would surely know what must have happened. Or at least suspect it. She rubbed her forehead briefly with worry, then started for the stairs. She wanted to get to her suitcase and get a dry pair of panties on before they returned.
When she reached the bottom of the steps, she stopped and turned. The rec room was large, but not nearly the size of the house above. There was a pool table and a bar and the walls were paneled with wood around the entire room except for one door. It was painted a bright red. She went over to try it, found that the big brass knob was locked, then shrugged her shoulders and went upstairs.
With an eye and car peeled, Sharon opened her suitcase in the hallway and changed panties. Then she went to the bathroom, peed, and straightened her sweater and skirt. It wasn't until she had returned to the living room and sat down that her concern over the dog left her and she remembered the letters and pictures.
"What in the hell can they be doing?" she wondered aloud… "Are they just sending for pictures? No, they can't be, because… because!" She recalled the last letter, the one about pictures of young stuff. Young who? Patty? Chuck? What the hell were they talking about? She shuddered and sighed, unable to conceive that the Mortons would have anything to do with things like that. She was still pondering it when they came home.
"Well, now, that didn't take long, did, it?" Allan said cheerfully from the hallway. He had another pile of mail in his hands, but these were tied with string. "Let me stick this stuff away and get organized. It's about lunch time, isn't it, Ruth?"
"Yeah, I'll get to it in a minute." The woman came into the living room, dropped her purse on the floor, then slumped into a chair. "God, I hate mornings like this." She looked at her children who had just come in. "You two go and get washed for lunch. And change into old clothes."
"Okay. We're all set." Allan came back into the room, lit a cigarette, then stretched out on the couch. "Well, Sharon, did your folks get off okay?"
The girl nodded. "Yes. They left early this morning. That's why I didn't wait 'til noon to come over. They didn't want me to hang around the apartment."
"Well, that's no problem," Allan said cheerfully. "Tell us. What do you think of your new father?"
As Sharon went on to hesitantly explain her feelings about Jack, she couldn't help but wonder about the Mortons at the same time. Allan was a tall, good-looking man with broad shoulders. And he always seemed to have a smile on his face. His wife was only a little taller than herself, but she had a fantastic figure and long shapely legs. The young girl still found it difficult to believe that they could be involved with those pictures in the bedroom.
"So that's about it, I guess," Sharon finished. "We get along pretty good."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that, dear," Ruth said. She stood up and pulled her dress down to get the wrinkles out. "I'll go get some lunch ready. I hope you like leftovers."
"Oh, they're fine. Anything is fine."
Sharon watched intently as Allan got up, turned on the TV for the early news and sat down again. She couldn't help but glance cautiously at the fly of his pants and wonder whether his cock was as big as those in the pictures. She would give anything to be able to see it. But she was sure she would never have a chance. They had always treated her like a daughter and he would never expose himself to her like that.
They all sat down to the dining room table for lunch, and when Sharon took a close look at Patty, she thought the girl looked awfully pale. While they ate, everyone made the standard honeymoon jokes that weren't too dirty, and with the exception of Patty, they all seemed to be in good spirits. When they were through, Ruth told her daughter to go to bed and rest for a while.
"Why don't you go keep her company, Sharon? I'll take care of the dishes. We have a few things to do this afternoon anyway, so we won't be able to chat for a while. Patty has some games in her room that you might like."
"Oh, sure." Sharon got up and slid her chair under the table. "C'mon, Patty. I'll tell you about this real heavy album I got last week."
"Okay. Do I have to stay in bed long, Mom?"
"Just a couple of hours, dear. We'll be through by then, and we can think of something to do."
Patty led the way down the hall to her room and Sharon followed. There were twin beds inside, and everything was done in blue and white, including the rug. Patty stretched out on one bed, but listened with interest to Sharon's chatter about records for only a few moment. Her eyelids dropped slowly, and before Sharon had stopped speaking, she was obviously asleep.
Well, what do I do now? Sharon thought. She lay back on the bed and crossed her legs. I wonder what's so important they have to do this afternoon? I wonder if it's got anything to do with those pictures?
She had been lying there for less than ten minutes when she heard footsteps in the hallway. It sounded as though a three of them were heading for the basement door. She was sure when she heard them clumping down the stairs.
"Oh, God!" she whispered. "I hope the dog isn't hard any more."
She jumped from the bed and crossed the room to press her ear against the door. When she could hear no shouts or loud voices, she felt she was safe, and relaxed. "Might as well go down and join them," she mumbled, turning the knob. "Nothing to do up here."
She closed the door silently behind her, then walked down the hall to the stairway leading to the rec room.
Sharon made no effort to conceal her presence until she reached the bottom of the steps and saw that the red door was partly open. She heard Allan speaking. She seemed to know instinctively that something was going on, and pressed herself against the wall, out of sight, to listen.
"Oh, let's not shut the door, hon," Ruth was saying, her voice so muffled in the other room that it was difficult for Sharon to make out the words. "It's too hot today. The girls won't come down. They'll stay upstairs like I told them."
There was silence for a moment, then Allan said, "Oh, okay. It shouldn't take too long anyway. Since Patty isn't here, we can't do too much. Chuck, check the camera, will you?"
The word "camera" caught Sharon's attention immediately, and her first thought was that they might be taking pictures like the ones upstairs. She had to find out. Bending low, she scurried over behind the pool table, paused, then crawled stealthily to the door.
The big red door was part way open, and there was a half-inch crack on the hinged side. Sharon eased up to it and peeked in. What she saw made her eyes widen, and she had to clamp her teeth together tightly to quiet the gasp in her throat.
The three Mortons were stark naked. Ruth was running a brush through her long black hair, watching her husband and son. Her full, ripe figure was tanned all over, with no white marks across her pelvis or tits.
With her arms raised, Ruth's huge pointed knockers stood straight out from her chest. They had unbelievable areolas, larger than silver dollars, and the nipples looked like pencil erasers. Her tummy was smooth and muscled and flowed softly into the furry triangle that covered her pelvis. The pink lips of her cunt gleamed in the curly growth, vanishing into her crotch. Her long, well-shaped legs were unmarked.
Oh, my God! the girl moaned silently to herself. Then she tore her eyes from Ruth's lush figure and fastened them on Allan.
The man was carefully tucking in a white satin sheet that covered a circular bed in the center of the room. His massive, hairy prick was hard, and jutted out from his bushy groin like a flagpole.
Sharon sucked in her breath when he rose slowly and stood almost facing her, looking across at his wife. My Lord, it's big! she thought.
Allan's gigantic shaft stood up at an angle. His heavy-looking balls hung directly beneath it, resting against his thighs as he stood motionless. Black hair covered his chest, arms and legs, and his torso was well muscled.
Chuck had been facing the other way, fiddling with a camera on a tripod. When he turned around, Sharon's gaze went quickly from Allan to the boy. His cock was also hard. Not quite as hairy, but almost as big as his father's. The thick shaft curving up from his groin was pulsing, and a tiny droplet of liquid hung in the slit at the tip of the gleaming head.
"All set, Son?" Allan asked, walking over to the camera with his hard rod bobbing in front of him. "I sure wish we could use Patty this afternoon, Ruth. A lot of people are asking for her."
"Well, we'll just have to do the best we can." Ruth tossed the brush onto something that Sharon couldn't see. "That guy in Idaho wants a couple with the dog. Let's do those now and worry about the rest later."
As the woman moved toward the bed, Sharon experienced a moment of terror. Was the dog still outside? Were they going to go out and get him? She was all ready to run when Ruth made a clucking sound.
"C'mon, boy. Up." As Ruth climbed onto the satin sheets, Shadow appeared and bounded up. His long red dick was fully extended from its hairy pouch, and his tail was swishing back and forth quickly.
"Are you going to suck him?" Allan asked quietly as he stepped behind the camera.
"Hell, no! You know how much he shoots the first time. I can't take it. We'll fuck first. C'mon, Chuck."
Sharon couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her body quivered with fright and excitement as she glued her face to the crack in the door and watched intently.
"Okay, Shadow," Ruth said. "Here we go." She got on her hands and knees and bent low, the nipples on her huge tits brushing the sheet. The dog moved around behind her and bounded up, placing his front paws on her shoulders.
"That's it, boy! Hold it now!" Ruth bent her head and reached back between her thighs. She curled her fingers around the dog's cock and began rubbing it in her pussy. "Slow, Shadow! Slow, now!"
Chuck walked over to stand by his mother's head. He put his hands on his hips and waited patiently for her to get ready.
"There we go!" Ruth whimpered. "Oh, Shadow! Uuummm! Wait now!"
The dog had hunched forward, spearing his long red pole into her cunt. When it was fully embedded he didn't move, except for his long red tongue, which was hanging out of his mouth and dripping saliva onto Ruth's back.
"Ready, Mom?" Chuck asked, dropping one arm and gripping the base of his tool with his other hand.
"Yes." She lifted her head and rested on her elbows, then opened her mouth wide. As her son moved forward, bending his throbbing cock down, she slipped her lips over the head and moaned. "Uuuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!"
"Everybody ready?" Allan asked, sighting through the viewfinder. He straightened up and switched on two lamps that illuminated the scene on the bed. "I'm going to take several shots for the file, so stretch it out. Ready? Fuck, Shadow!"
A breathless wheeze escaped Sharon's lips when they began. The dog started hunching upon Allan's command, pulling his long red poker out to the end, then shoving it in until it completely disappeared. At the same time, Ruth began mouthing her son's cock vigorously, making wet slurping sounds with her mouth.
"Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnggghhh!" Ruth groaned. "Uuummm! Uuunnnfff!"
"Jeez, Mom!" Chuck gasped. "Oh, Wow! Aaaggghhh!" He put his hands on the back of her head. "Aaarrrggghhh! Aaarrrggghhh!"
With the bright lights on, Sharon could see more of the room, but it registered vaguely. Red crushed velvet drapes hung from wall to ceiling from what she could see, and the floor was covered with red carpet. The white bed stood out starkly against the dark background.
As she watched the trio on the bed, Sharon felt her pussy tingling and twitching. Fluid was seeping from her cunthole into the folds of her gash and her nipples were hardening. She bit her lip to keep from groaning out loud.
"Uuunnnggghhh! Uuunnnfff!" Ruth moaned. "Uuunnnfff! Uuummm! Uuummm!"
The woman was writhing and twisting her bare ass, backing onto Shadow's plunging pecker. Her heavy tits swayed beneath her as she slurped and sucked on the hard shaft in her mouth.
"Aaarrrggghhh!" Chuck groaned. "God, Mom! Dad said slow! Uuunnnggghhh! Not so hard! Aaaggghhh!" The boy's body was quivering from head to toe as the hot lips slid up and down his pole. His eyes were glazed and he swallowed rapidly as he watched his tingling shaft appear and disappear into his mother's mouth. "No So Fast! I won't be able to hold it! Oh, jeez!"
Behind the door, Sharon was barely aware of the clicks of the camera and the sounds of film holders being changed. Her cunt ached and she was so hot it was almost unbearable. She slipped a hand up between her creamy thighs and pressed it tightly against her twat as though to suppress her overwhelming urge.
"Uuunnnfff! Uuummm!" Ruth's naked body was twisting and gyrating. Her long hair swished over her shoulders as she bobbed her head quickly, at the same time swirling her cunt on Shadow's plunging tool.
"Just a couple more!" Allan said anxiously. "Then you can go to it!"
"gggnnnuuuggghhh! Mom! God!" Chuck was fucking his mother's mouth with quick thrusts. His asscheeks were clenched as he pumped his tool in and out of her wet lips.
The big black Labrador began whining. He was hunching quickly, and his heavy balls swung between his legs. He shifted his hind feet and began pumping even more rapidly. His red mouth was wide open and his long tongue hung out the side, dripping.
"Dad! Aaarrrggghhh! I can't hold it! Aaaggghhh!"
Allan quickly slapped another film holder into the camera. "Okay! Now!"
"Jjjeeezzz! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Oh, God! Oh, Wow! Uuunnnggghhh!" The boy stiffened and his cock jerked. "Wwwaaahhh!"
"Uuummm!" Ruth groaned. Her throat muscles began working quickly and she moaned between swallows. "Uuummm! Uuummm! Uljunnnfff!"
Shadow yelped suddenly, then shook himself as though shedding water. A stream of liquid flowed out past his embedded pecker and ran in a stream onto the sheets between Ruth's legs. He pumped twice more, then leaped off. When his dick popped out of the woman's cunt, even more cream flowed out.
"That's good!" Allan said. "I've got enough shots of that." He turned off the bright lights, leaving the room lit only by the small lights in the ceiling.
"Oh, Jeez!" Chuck moaned. He shuddered as Ruth carefully licked off his tool and touched her tongue to the tip to catch the last drops. His shaft was still hard and jerking as he turned away and sat down on the edge of the bed, trying to catch his breath.
"Those shots should be pretty good, honey," Ruth commented to her husband as she squeezed her legs together and got up. "Will you put a fresh sheet on the bed while I go to the bathroom?"
"Sure. Give me a hand, will you, Chuck?"
Once again Sharon was frightened, wondering whether Ruth was going upstairs to the bathroom. Then she heard another door that she couldn't see open inside the room, and was relieved.
While she watched Allan and Chuck change the sheet, with their hard pricks swaying and bobbing, a thousand thoughts ran through her mind at once. Though she kept telling herself it was impossible, she couldn't deny what she had seen. Then there was Patty. The way they talked, even the girl participated. It was unbelievable that a family would carry on like that. But there it was.
Her groin actually hurt from the spasms in her uterus and the clenching and unclenching of her cuntal muscles. It was agony to sit silently by and watch something like that. She was tense and uncomfortable, and it felt as though her knees were boring holes in the floor. But still she couldn't move.
"All right, honey," Ruth announced, coming back into the room. "Which ones do we do now?"
"Well, we need some more shots of you and I for mailing. Think we've got time?"
"Sure. Chuck, you get the camera."
As the unseen girl looked on, Chuck took a long series of pictures of his parents in various positions. One was with Allan's cock in Ruth's mouth; one with the two of them on the bed with their legs spread apart; one with Allan's face buried in Ruth's pussy, and several showing Allan dicking his wife from behind.
"I'm getting too hot, honey," Ruth whimpered, squirming on Allan's shaft that was still in her cunt. She was bending over the bed, resting on her hands, and he was standing behind her. "Give it to me! Chuck can take some pictures of that!"
"All right, dear. Take three or four, Chuck. We might need them." He gripped his wife's smooth hips, looked down at his dick, then slowly shoved it all the way in until his pelvis was pressed against her asscheeks. "Gggnnnuuuggghhh!"
"Oh, God, Allan! Aaarrrggghhh! Jesus! Do it! I've got to come or i'll go crazy!Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, baby!"
Allan bent his knees and began jamming his pecker into the juice-filled tunnel. "Wwwhhhuuunnnggg! Oh, Damn, what a cunt!"
"Fuck me, Allan!" she shrieked. "Fuck me! Oh, God! Fuck that cunny! Aaarrrggghhh! I love that prick!"
His fingers pressed into her soft flesh as he speared his massive rod in and out of her milky twat. Her liquid covered his tool and it glistened wetly each time he pulled it out. "Damn! Aaaggghhh! Oh, Christ! Uuunnnggchhh! Tell me when, baby!"
"Allan!" Ruth screeched. "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Ican't stand it! Wwwhhhuuunnnggg! Oh, lover! Give it to me! All of it!"
"It's starting, babe!God! Hunch! Hunch!"
"Hold it, hon! Aaarrrggghhh! Holdit 'til I'm ready!"
"I… will… ungh… ungh!" Allan was lifting her up on her tiptoes with his stabbing shaft. His heavy hairy balls were making an arc between his legs. "Tell me, baby! Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, Jesus!"
"fffuuuccckkk mmmeee! Now! Now! Oh, God! Gggnnnuuugggtihh! Shoot, honey!Shoot! Oh, my God! Wwwaaahhh!"
"Oooh! Christ!" Allan jerked as his swollen cock spurted into the dark tunnel. He shivered violently, then went limp. "Wheeww!"
"Yeah!" Ruth gasped, hanging her head. "That's what I say! God, Allan! You always make me come so hard!"
He sighed, then chuckled. "Well, that's what you want, isn't it?" He looked down at his cock as he began slowly slithering it from her cum-filled cunt.
"Did you get some good ones, Chucky?" Ruth asked as she straightened up.
"I think so," the boy replied. "I got six. Dad was going so fast, I think a couple might be blurred, though."
Ruth laughed. "He couldn't help it, honey. Well, I'd better go drop this load before I get it all over the floor."
Sharon was physically and emotionally exhausted. She tried desperately to quiet the dry sobs that racked her body. Even though she thought what she had seen was horrible, the strong urge between her legs was almost enough to make her dash in among them and rip her clothes off.
How can they do it? she moaned to herself, tears welling in her eyes. How can they? They're such nice people! It's awful! Just awful!
Allan had stepped out of her field of vision and returned, wiping his cream-covered tool with a handful of tissues. When he finished, he tossed them away and stepped over to check the camera. "How much film do we have, Chuck?"
"Ten sheets, I think. Dad, are you sure the girls won't come down? Shouldn't we at least lock the door?"
Allan shook his head as he rechecked the lens and adjusted it. "I don't think so. They're probably playing Monopoly or something. Anyway, we won't worry about it. If they do come down, maybe we can persuade Sharon to join us."
"Oh, no you won't!" The toilet flushed and Ruth reappeared. "Don't you even think about it, Allan. Doris would kill me if I ever got her daughter involved in something like this! I mean it, now! Don't even thing about it!"
Allan looked at his wife and grinned. "I was only kidding. C'mon. Don't get so serious. You want to get those other pictures with Shadow now?"
"Okay," she replied. "After that last shot he can't have much left. I don't really like to do this, you know. The people that want this kind of stuff must be weirdos."
Allan shrugged. "You're probably right, but so what? Their money's good. C'mon, let's get this thing wrapped up. We've been down here too long as it is."
Ruth nodded wearily and climbed up on the white bed on her hands and knees. "C'mon, Shadow. Get up here, boy."
The dog jumped up and Sharon saw that his big red cock was still sticking out of his pouch. He moved back and forth on the bed as though he was unsure of what to do. Then, as Ruth positioned herself for the camera and ordered the dog to move around, Sharon's throat tightened convulsively and she had to stifle a gasp.
"C'mon, boy! Up!" The dog was in front of Ruth, raising up on his hind feet, and putting his front paws on her shoulders. Ruth's face was only inches from his throbbing rod. "All right, Chuck. Get up behind me!"
"Do I have to do it slow, Dad?" Chuck asked as he inched up on the sheet between his mother's legs. "I can't hold it as long as you do."
"Well, do the best you can," Allan said. "Your mother doesn't like to do this, so we might as well get as many shots as we can. Are you ready, Ruth?"
"Yes. I'm ready. Let's get it over with. Go ahead, Chuck. Put it in."
The young girl behind the door was horror stricken. Her stomach was surging wildly as she watched Ruth slowly lower her mouth to the dog's shiny, red cock. Then the woman put her lips over Shadow's long prong and began sucking.
Oh,my God! Sharon thought. It was almost a scream in her mind. My, God! Oh, my God!
The boy gripped his shaft, bent it down, then aimed it at Ruth's gaping cunthole. He shoved the head in, put his hands on her waist, then lunged forward, embedding his dick to the hilt with one quick lunge. "Gggnnnuuuggghhh! Oh, God! Aaarrrggghhh!"
"That's it, Chuck!" Allan urged. "Now, pull it all the way out to the end and push it in again."
"Uuummm! Uuummm! Uulfnnnfff!" Ruth wasn't moaning over the pleasure of sucking Shadow's cock. It was the delight of her son's tool in her cunt. "Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnggghhh!"
"Jeez, Mom!" Chuck gasped. "Don't squeeze it so tight or I'll come! Oh, God! Uuunnnggghhh! Aaaggghhh!" The boy shuddered as he extracted his cock until only the head was buried, then pushed it in again slowly, feeling the tight clenching tissues glide easily over his tingling prick. "OH, WOW!"
"Do it slow now, Son," Allan warned, slapping another sheet of film into the camera, "That's it!"
"Uummm!" Ruth gyrated her hips, forcing Chuck's tool to ream her tunnel. "Uuunnnfff!"
Shadow was pumping his hot pecker at Ruth's mouth. His long black snake of a tail swished through the air and he whined softly.
"Gggnnnuuuggghhh!" Chuck moaned. "Mom, when you squeeze it you're tighter than patty! Oh, jeez! Aaarrrggghhh!" His strong, youthful body quivered as he slid his shaft with agonizing slowness in and out of the tight canal.
"Just two more, Chuck," Allan coaxed. "Then you can go to it."
"Hurry, Dad! Oh, God! Aaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh!"
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Ruth was slurping wetly on Shadow's pole. The red dick was wet with her saliva as she bobbed her head up and down.
"All right, Son. Go to it. I'll get the last one while you're coming."
"wwwhhhuuunnnggg! Wwwhhhuuunnngggg!" Chuck lifted his face toward the ceiling and began fucking wildly, jamming his aching cock quickly into the moist tunnel. The tendons stood out on his neck and the muscles in his ass tightened. "Uuunnnggghhh! Oh, God! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Aaarrrggghhh!"
When the boy picked up speed, Ruth began swirling her hips in a wider arc and backing onto his jabbing shaft. She was gobbling the dog's tool wildly as the boy rammed her from behind. "Uunnnggghhh! Uuunnnfff! Uuunnnfff!"
"Mama! Jeez!" Chuck's back went rigid. "Aaarrrggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!"
The woman jerked as the boiling liquid shot into her. Then suddenly white cream was seeping past her lips and running down Shadow's tool.
"Uuummm! Uuummm! Uuunnnfff!"
Chuck made a long guttural sound deep in his throat, then he lowered his head and let himself sag. He waited until Shadow had leaped off the bed, then he slowly slipped his wilting cock from Ruth's juicy cunt and flopped over onto his back.
"That was just great!" Allan said happily. "That should satisfy them for a while." He walked over to the bed and gave his wife a resounding smack on her bare ass. "Go clean yourself out, honey. Let's get a couple more shots of us doing a sixty-nine, then we're through. Okay?"
Ruth nodded as she got off the bed weakly. She stood up and faced her husband. "Please, Allan. No more dog stuff, huh?"
Allan smiled as he put his hands on her shoulders. "I keep telling you. If we could get another young girl, we wouldn't have to. That's what everybody seems to want. Dogs or young girls. It's either use Shadow or wear Patty out."
"I know, I know," Ruth sighed. "Well, let's see what we can do. I've had about all I can stand of that."
As Ruth turned away from her husband, Sharon began inching backward across the floor to the rec room, toward the stairs. She couldn't take any more and her stomach was going in circles. She had to get out of there before she threw up.
Reaching the safety of the steps, she dashed up and hurried down the hall to the living room. She had to tell someone what she had seen. But who would believe her? Who would believe that these nice people did things like that?
Barb! Of course! Barb!
She remembered seeing a phone in the kitchen and went into that room, treading as quietly as she could. She picked up the phone, dialed the number, then waited anxiously for her friend to answer.
"Barb! It's me! You won't believe me when I tell you! God! It's just awful!"
"What's awful? What are you talking about? Are you still at the Mortons'?"
"Yes," Sharon whispered. "Shut up and listen!"
The words came tumbling out in a rush as Sharon told her girt friend what had happened. When she got to the part about the dog it gagged her, so she didn't go into that. But everything else came out like a flood. When she was through, there was a silence at the other end. "Barb? Are you still there?"
There was a gasp. "Yes, I'm still here. God, I don't believe it!"
"It's true! I tell you, it's true! What am I going to do? I can't stay here!"
"Where can you go? If you go back to your place, your folks will be madder than hell. And they won't believe you, anyway."
"I know, I know! Oh, Jeez! Help me, Barb! Help me!"
"Look! Can you get some of those pictures? Can you sneak some of them out? Everybody'd believe you then."
"I don't know!" Sharon wailed. "I suppose I could try. But what if I got caught?"
"I wish I could help you, but I can't," Barb whimpered. "I just can't! See if you can do that and call me back. Okay?"
Sharon wilted against the counter and nodded sadly. "I'll try. Oh, God, it's terrible! I gotta go now. 'Bye."
She hung up the phone, then washed her face with cold water at the kitchen sink, feeling more miserable than she had ever felt in her life.