Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2008 20:29:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Bruce Jenkins <shaggyzon@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Sara Johnson Family Chroncles, Episode III

All the usual disclaimers apply.  (I'm not a perv, I just play one on the
Internet!)

Character cheat sheet is at the bottom of the page.


The Sara Johnson Family Chronicles, Episode III: Truth or Dairy

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    The first thing that Dale Johnson did when he came inside from the
patio was unzip his jeans and free his throbbing, nine-inch cock.  His
hands were still covered in suntan oil, the same oil that he had just
rubbed all over his 14-year old daughter's body.  He wrapped both oily
hands around the meaty shaft of his huge penis and began sliding them up
and down.  He thought of the way that his thumbs had ever so lightly
brushed against Allie's bare breasts, the way her white panties had looked
as they slid over to momentarily reveal one of her dark pussy lips, the
pliant softness of her ass as he rubbed the oil over it.  In seconds, he
had spewed his load over the kitchen floor.  He stood for moment, the tip
of his cock-head drooling sperm, and wondered what Allie would think of her
daddy if she saw him right now.  The girl obviously had no idea what effect
her lushious body had over him.  Dale grabbed a paper towel and wiped the
jizz from his cock,and then from the tiled floor.

    He tossed his jeans in the laundry (so his wife wouldn't notice that
the crotch was covered in oil soaked handprints), and trotted down the hall
to his study, his cock bouncing up and down.  He continued looking over the
recorded security cams, trying to find something juicy.  There was nothing.
Last night, Allie and the boys had gone to sleep in thier underwear, woken
up and went about thier day without even showering.  He pushed his chair
back from his desk and sighed.  'Oh, well," he thought.  'Sunday is a lazy
day...and Allie will might jump in the shower when she comes back
inside...and Sara will be home tonite.'  It was odd, though, that he seemed
to have 4 horny kids living in the house...but nothing on camera that
looked remotely erotic.


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      "You are fucking insane!"  Sara had gotten home a few minutes ago and
found Allie on the back patio. Allie had relayed the details of her
encounter with their father.  Sara was proud of her little sister for
pulling off her part in this plan so well.  Allie had taken the meaning of
the word 'cock-tease' to a new level.  "Weren't you scared ..or nervous?"

    Allie shook her head.  She lay in the sun, 'fully clothed' again, in
her sports bra and shorts.

    "No...actually, more than anything...it made me insanely horny.  Poor
Daddy.  I almost felt sorry for him...at first, he tried to be a gentleman.
You should have seen it...I'll bet he went inside and played with himself,
right after he was done.  He had a huge boner.  I probably took it too
far...I guess I figured that it was better to overdo it than underdo it.
We couldn't have him walking in the house while the twins were messing with
the cameras.  So, what's the next step?"

    "Ummm....I've been toying with the idea of...I dunno...kind
of...seducing Daddy...you know, on camera.  Kinda like what you did today.
That way, we would be able to blackmail him.  Think about it...if we get
the cameras rolling on a moment like you had with him...he would totally be
our slave."

   "Oh.  What do you mean by 'seduce'?  I mean, how far are you going to
go?"  Sara met her sister's eyes.

    "I'm gonna play with it.  You know...jack him off or whatever."
Allie's jaw dropped, but she was grinning from ear to ear.

    "Sara!  No way!  Really?  Um...do you think you can?  I mean, I don't
wanna sound like a bitch, but you don't exactly have a lot of
experiance....I mean, if you want...I can do this part, too..."  Allie
trailed off.  She didn't want to put too fine a point on it, but Sara had
never even had a boyfriend.  Sara sighed.

    "Honey, I'm so tired of being the shy girl.  I've got all these
fantasies, all this stuff that I think about doing, but I never do any of
them.  So...fuck it.  I'm gonna do this.  As a matter of fact...I want to
do this.  I've thought about..."  Sara crossed her arms over her chest and
looked at Allie.  "I mean, why not?  You sat out here in a pair of panties,
letting him oil your body.  I'm just gonna take it one step further..."

     Allie was silent for a moment.  Then, she started giggling.  Sara
looked at her.

   "What?"  Sara asked. "Allie, what the hell?  What's so funny?"

     Allie couldn't stop, she was almost hyperventilating.  It was
contagious, and Sara found herself laughing, too.  Allie finally caught her
breath, and managed a response.

    "Oh, my god, Sara.  We are so twisted.  I can't believe we're doing
this...I can't fucking believe it.  I feel like such a slut..."

     Sara raised an eyebrow.

    "Feels kinda good, doesn't it?"  Allie nodded and the girls burst into
another fit of giggles.  When they regained thier composure, Sara started
going over the plan again.

   "Now, you'll have to cut the video, and you'll need to do it pretty
fast.  Don't let the twins see a thing.  Hook my laptop into thier desktop,
and start a seperate recording when Daddy walks into my room.  Then, delete
the files on the twins computer.  O.K.?"

         Allie and Sara spent the afternoon ironing out the plan.  They
shared a couple of details with the twins, and decided to spring the trap
that night.  Daniel and Michael trotted off to to take a walk and talk
about their part in this evening's charade.


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        About half a mile from the Johnson's house lay a small park.  The
neighborhood jogging path lead through it, and it was usually a busy place
this time of day, with kids playing and parents jogging.  The boys headed
straight for it, chatting as they walked.

    "What do you think the girls are gonna do?  I bet they get naked, at
least..." Daniel said.

    Michael grinned.

     "Of course they are.  Why else wouldn't they let us see?"  Michael
looked at Daniel questioningly.  "Maybe they're gonna do something wild to
Dad, like...."  Michael trailed off, thinking.

    "What?  Have sex with him?"  Daniel finished the sentence for his
brother and grinned.  "Jealous?"

    Michael shook his head.

   "I don't think so.  I've seen the size of Dad's cock.  There's no way I
would fuck him."  Michael paused for effect.  "...I'd suck him off..."

   Daniel sadly shook his head.

    "Lamer.  I saw that one coming a mile away.  Besides, by this time
tomorrow, we'll get a look at...everything."

    "Yeah...maybe.  Allie's pretty smart. If she looks at the wiring,
she'll know that our computer is hooked in at two different places..."

    Daniel interrupted Michael.

    "She can't look.  That was the whole point of getting Dad out of the
house earlier.  She can't risk having him checking out the cameras while
she's fuckin' with the wiring.  Besides, she's clueless.  You worry too
much...just play it cool..."

   "Oh, yeah?  Well, if you're so cool, how come you looked at me for
permission when Sara asked to see our boners the other day?  You...are my
bitch!"  Michael looked triumphant, as if his logic was undeniable.  Daniel
gave his brother a look of distaste.

    "Fag."

    "Fuckin' queer."

    "Maybe, but only a little.  I get to go first today...since I'm a
queer," Daniel said, mocking the expression of victory that Michael had
just given him.

   Veering off the path, they found their favorite hiding spot. A small
thicket of trees lay just off the path, with tall, dense shrubbery entwined
around the trunks.  The twins had found it years ago, and kept a 'secret
fort' here, making a crawl space in the shrubs and clearing out a hidden
area.  Crawling through the dense vegitation to the shadowed but open
center, they slipped out of sight.  With the bright afternoon sun shining
in the park, they were nearly invisible in thier shadowy hiding place.

    The boys slipped off thier jeans, revealing thier rigid penises, thier
uncut foreskin hiding thier cockheads.  They moved a bit closer together
and thrust thier hips out until the tips of thier cocks were touching.
Taking a hold of the base of their penises, they pushed thier cocks
together, sliding the heads against one another.  Both of thier foreskins
peeled back to reveal the twins' wide, cherry colored heads.  They grinned.
It was a tricked they learned years ago.  Daniel eased his cock away from
his brother's.

     "Let me find the lube..."  He searched the branches around them,
finding the bottle of K-Y that they had filched from thier parents room a
couple of months ago.  Last summer, the boys had found that their cocks
were getting a bit too large to dry-fuck.  Squirting a liberal amount in
his hand, he turned to his brother.

    Michael had turned his back, and was bent at the waist, his palms
resting on one of the tree trunks that rose up around their cubby.  His
stance was wide, and he arched his back, giving Daniel a view of his
hairless, puckered sphinter.  Daniel spread the jelly over his brother ass,
reaching down to cup his brother's ballsack for a moment before gently
sliding his finger into Michael's tight hole.  He moved close behind
Michael's body, and let the tip of his cockhead slap into Daniel's balls.
Michael used one hand to toy with Daniel's cock, moaning softly as his
brother worked another finger into his ass.  After a minute or two,
Michael's hole was no longer so tightly clenched.

    "Ready?"  Daniel asked.

    Michael nodded.  Daniel pressed his cock-head against Michael's
sphinter and gently applied pressure.  There was a moment of resistance,
and then Daniel's penis slipped into Michael's ass.  He looked out through
a small hole in the wall of branches surrounding them.  Faces flitted by,
people walking on the path, joggers, kids.

    "Ungh...ohhh....easy...go slow...oh my god, it feels bigger every time
we come out here..."

      Daniel smiled.  He knew the feeling.  He and Michael only came out
here every few weeks, and each time he felt his twin's hard cock in his
ass, it stretched him.  Daniel patiently waited, his cock about a third the
way up Michael's tight hole.  After a few moments, he wiggled his hips ever
so slightly, and Michael sqealed in delight.

   "Ok, give me a little more," said Michael.  Daniel eased another inch of
his dick into Daniel's ass.

    "Oh, fuck...fuck...fuck ...fuck..."  Michael was panting the
words. "..fuck..fuck.. fuck..o.k.... fuck..me...fuck..me... fuck me now..."

   Daniel slid the last couple inches in.  He waited for a couple of
seconds, then slid a couple inches out.  Waited.  Slid in.  His brother's
ass-cheeks, smooth and muscled, clenched with each slow stroke.  He slid a
little farther out, and back in.  Michael pushed his ass into Daniel's
penis, driving it deep.  He clenched around his brother's cock, tighening
his muscles around Daniel's shaft.  Daniel ground his hips into Michael's
buttocks, trying to feed his brother every millimeter of his throbbing
meat.

    "...I'm comin'...I'm comin'...I'm comin'..."  Daniel felt like
screaming out in extascy.  He pulled his cock back a couple of inches and
thrust, as hard as he could, his cock driving deeper still.  Micheal made a
high pitched sound, somewhere inbetween a squeal and moan.  Daniel's balls
tightened, his cock twitched and he pumped his load into his twin brother's
ass.

   "Ummmmm....unnnnggghhhh...ohhhhh......"  He pulled his sibling from the
tree and wrapped his arms around him from behind, embracing Michael as he
shot sperm into his ass, his smooth chest flush against Michael's strong
back.  Michael kept his ass firmly planted to Daniel's cock.  Daniel was
now clinging to Michael, his legs weak from the orgasm, and Michael bore
his weight, letting Daniel catch his breath.  He felt the tremendous
pressure in his ass ease ever so slightly, as Daniel's cock got a bit
softer.  The boys pulled apart before Daniel could get rigid again.  This
was Michael's favorite part...feeling his brother's cock slide out of his
ass, he turned around to see the satified expression on Daniel's face. The
boys wordlessly grinned at each other for a moment.  Then, Michael reached
for the bottle of lube, and Daniel took his position at the tree.  With the
cameras in the house, they would be here for awhile....


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   At 5:00, Vickie Johnson left the house.  The Johnson children were all a
bit nervous.  Their risky plan hinged on thier father's unwavering libido.
They didn't just need thier father to get horny...they wanted him to catch
fire.  They ate dinner shortly after thier Mom left, and, as they were
finishing, Allie proffered a line that she hoped would send her father
running for the camera moniter on his office computer.

    "Sara, can you put some aloe on my back when we finish eating?  I think
I got too much sun today," Allie innocently said, as she pushed her plate
away from her.

   "You don't looked burned," replied Sara, trying to sound natural.

   "I'm not, really. Except for my strap marks. I didn't notice until we
sat down to dinner.  My bra is totally digging in to them, too.  Ouchy."
Allie made a show of adjusting her bra, jiggling her tits around in the
process.

    "You can show me, after dinner.  I'll get you fixed up."

     The twins grinned at each other. Of course, the girls couldn't stop
the twins from watching the first part of this evenings activities, and
they couldn't wait to get a look at Allie's body.

    Dale excused himself from the table as soon as he was done eating, and
the twins headed upstairs.  The girls cleared the table and loaded the
dishwasher, then they went to Allie's room and Sara got a bottle of aloe
vera lotion from the bathroom.  Allie sat on the bed and Sara climbed up
behind her.  Allie skinned her shirt over her head and tossed it to one
side.  Sara unhooked Allie's bra from behind and pretended to examine her
sister's back.  Allie's olive toned skin was flawless, without a hint of
sunburn.

   "Yep, hon, your strap marks are a bit burned.  Don't worry, it's not
red...just a little pink.  But...you should should ditch the bra.  If you
put it back on over the burn, the elastic will just make you peel."  Allie
nodded, and pulled her arms out of the straps.  She set the bra slowly to
the side and casually cupped her exposed breasts with her soft hands,
giving the the camera a brief view of her dark, rock-hard nipples before
she covered them.

    "Sara, I saw it today."  Allie spoke a bit softly, as if she were
sharing a huge secret with her sister.

    "Saw what?" Sara asked.

    "Well, I asked Daddy put some oil on me when I laid out.  I saw...it."

    "You don't mean...?  His penis?"  Sara pretended to sound incredulous.
"No way.  You're lying."

    "Well, I mean...I didn't see it.  But I could see how big it
was...Daddy was like...all the way hard....Sara...it was HUGE!"  Sara
nodded.

    "I know...I've seen Daddy get a boner, too.  But...I thought you meant
that you actually saw it...like...out of his pants..."  Sara trailed off
for a moment and finished rubbing the aloe on Allie's back.  "All done,
sweetie."

     "Ummm..no you're not.  Check the small of my back, down by my butt.  I
think it's burned, too.  I laid out in my panties today, and they're a
little skimpier than my normal suit."  Allie stood up and dropped her hands
from her tits.  She pulled her shorts and underwear down to her knees,
exposing her perfect bubble butt to Sara, hoping that her father was
watching every move.

    "Yep," Sara said.  "You're a bit red there, too.  Just stand there,
sissy.  I'll have ya fixed up before ya know it."  Sara dabbed the aloe on
the small of her sister's back.  Allie didn't bother cupping her breasts,
now.  Instead she looked back at her sister with her hands on her hips,
craning her neck as she watched Sara rub the aloe over the top of her ass
and work her way down.  Allie was getting wet...the thrill of hoodwinking
their father combined with exposing her nude body to both Sara and her
father's spy-cam was causing her little pussy to heat up.  Sara caught a
whiff of Allie's musk, and smiled.  Sara's pussy had been leaking since
before dinner, just imagining the possibilities that this little plan had.
She wasn't the least bit surprised that her sister was wet, too.  Her hands
worked over Allie's perfect ass, roaming a bit further than they needed
to. Allie broke the silence, remembering her next 'line'.

   "So...when did you see Daddy get a hard-on?"

    "Umm...the last time I saw it was yesterday.  I wasn't wearing a bra,
and my nipples were kind of poking up....I gave him a hug...and...well..."
Sara went silent for a moment.  "Can I tell you something Allie?  You have
to promise NEVER to tell, though..."  Allie nodded.  Sara continued.  "O.k.
Umm...I kind of did it on purpose.  I was totally trying to make him get a
boner. I have this...I dunno...this total fantasy about it..."

    "Really?  Like a sex fantasy, right?  Tell me," said Allie.  "I
promise, I won't tell anyone..."  Sara nodded and stepped back from her
sister.  Having finished putting the lotion on Allie, Sara sat back on the
bed.  Allie kicked off her shorts and underwear and slipped into a robe.
She didn't bother tying it shut as she climbed up in the bed, sitting next
to Sara as her older sister's 'confession' continued.

     "I gotta warn you...this is SOOO bad.  It's just...dirty.  But...I
have this little fantasy where I'm in my room...or on the
couch...or...anywhere, I guess.  I'm just laying there and Daddy walks in,
with his pants open...and no underwear.  His dick isn't hard, but it's not
soft, either.  It's kind of half-way in between, and I just stare at it
forever.  Then, he comes closer, like really near, and I'm just staring at
his cock the whole time.  I just kind of imagine all of the fun things that
I could do with it...."  Sara was only half-way acting.  The words came
naturally because most of them were true.

    "Like what?" asked Allie.

     "Oh, no.  It's way too dirty."

     "No way...you have to tell me.  It's no fair to only tell half of a
secret."

     "Umm...o.k.  In one, he comes over, really close, and I'm laying in
bed...and it starts to get hard...and he just takes my hand and puts it
right on top of his cock and I just lay there playing with it...."  Sara
fell silent.  Allie whistled.

     "Wow!  That's quite a fantasy, alright..."

     "Yeah...I've got all kinds...in one, he rubs it all over my boobs and
then spurts all over the place...just...bunches of wierd little scenes that
run through my head."  Sara shook her head and grinned at her sister.
"So...how dirty is that?"

    "It's dirty.  But...so what?  It's not that bad.  I mean, you aren't
thinking about fucking him or anything, right?"

    "No...nothing like that.  I doubt I would even have the nerve to touch
it if he asked me to. But...I still think about it..."

    "O.K.  So we both agree...Daddy has a nice, big dick and if he ever
waves it in our face when we're horny...we might grab hold of it and see
what happens."  Allie spoke in a sarcastic tone, as if the situation were
totally impossible.  "I guess we're both weird."  Allie leaned over and
kissed Sara's cheek.  "American Idol's on, Sara.  I'm gonna see if the
twins wanna watch it, too."  She hopped out of bed, peeled the robe off and
began dressing.

    "I'll be down in a few minutes," said Sara.

    Allie nodded, as she pulled on a t-shirt and shorts.  She bounded out
of her room and went to the twins room.  The three kids went downstairs,
turned on the T.V.  and left Sara alone upstairs.  Alllie listened
carefully for the sound of her father's footsteps on the stairs and
pretended to watch her show.  She wasn't disappointed.  Less than a minute
later, she heard the familiar creak of somebody going upstairs.

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     The moment he had left the kitchen, Dale had dashed to his computer
and waited for the girls to go upstairs.  His cock was hard before his
daughters even entered Allie's room. When Allie took her bra off, he nearly
spurted a load.  But, it was the conversation that the girls were having
that really caught his attention.  Sara wanted to see his cock...she wanted
to play with it!  Dale sat at the computer, listening to every word, his
thoughts whirling.

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   It was Sara's turn to play the tease She pretended to putter about her
room for a moment, taking off her shoes and socks.  Sara sighed and plopped
down on her bed.  Laying on her back, she stared up at the ceiling, looking
almost directly into the hidden camera lens above her.  She moved her hand
down to her tummy, pulling up her shirt to expose her midriff, and
unbuttoned her shorts.  She closed her eyes, and slipped her hand over her
underwear, rubbing the sheer fabric over her wet pussy.

    "mmmm...."  She moaned, ever so softly, hoping that the sensitive
microphone could relay her words clearly.
"mmmm....daddy's...big...cock...Sara is a dirty girl....she likes daddy's
big cock..."  Sara now understood what Allie had gone through earlier
today.  She was supposed to be acting, but the more she said the words, the
wetter her pussy got.  After a minute or so, she arched her back and slid
her shorts down and panties over her full ass-cheeks, and kicked them
aside.  She spread her legs wide and sat up in bed, looking at her bald
pussy.  Her pink labia were puffy and slick, and her over-size clit was
peeking up at her, throbbing for attention.

   Sara put three fingers in her mouth, licked them, and began lightly
spanking her wet pussy, concentrating on her clittie.  "Bad girl...you are
such...a bad little pussy...stop making me...think about Daddy's cock."
Each phrase was punctuated with another little slap of her fingers.  Sara
paused long enough to pull her shirt over head and shrug out of her bra.
She scooted her back against the headboard and began pinching and squeezing
one of her nipples as well as her clit.

    "Mmmm...dirty, slutty little pussy...Daddy's cock is too big for
you....you bad, bad pussy..."


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    It was that phrase..."Daddy's cock is too big for you"...that sent Dale
Johnson into overdrive.  To that point, he had been glued to his moniter,
his pants around his waist, toying with his cock.  But...seeing Sara on her
bed, her red hair spilled over her pale skin, playing with her little pink
nipples and her bald, sopping wet pussy...it would have been too much even
if she wasn't begging for his cock.  He kicked his underwear off, pulled
his pants back on and headed for the stairs.

    Dale paused for a moment by Sara's room, listening to her soft moans.
Then, he pushed open the door.  Her eyes were closed, and for one beautiful
moment, he saw his oldest daughter in pure, sexual extacy.  Her legs were
spread open, her pink pussy lips were swollen and slick, and her fingers
were working over her wet slit.  Sara's eyes opened, and for a split
second, she didn't break her rhythm.  Then, she made a sqeaking noise, and
snapped her thighs together, hiding her pussy from him.  She used one hand,
the hand that had moments before been tweaking her nipple, to cover her
breasts.  Her other hand was still buried in her crotch.  Sara didn't say
anything as she stared up at her father.  Her eyes were glazed with lust.

   Dale entered, never taking his eyes off of her, slowly shutting the door
behind him.  He approached the edge of her bed.  Without any underwear to
contain his huge cock, his pants were ridiculously tented in front and the
outline of his enormous cock-head was showing through the thick fabric.
Dale waited until Sara's eyes dropped to his bulge, and then he slowly
unzipped his pants.  His cock sprang out, it's wide, bright-red head
bobbing up and down before coming to a halt, so rigid that it was nearly
pointing straight up at the ceiling.  Sara was staring at it, her lips
parted and her eyes wide.

    Dale leaned over and gently took Sara's hand by the wrist.  He pulled
it from between her thighs.  It was glistening with her juices.  He brought
it up to his engorged penis, brushing her fingertips across his sensitive
cock-rim, and then wrapped her fingers around his shaft.  Together, they
began to explore it, her pale fingers slipping up and down his meat, his
hand guiding hers.  Dale broke the silence, in a voice barely above a
whisper.

     "That feels so good, baby...you are making Daddy's cock feel so
good...how did your hand get so wet...did it come from your pussy,
baby-girl?"

   Sara answered in a hushed tone, gripping even tighter on her father's
meat as she spoke.

   "Daddy...my pussy is so naughty...she's a bad pussy..."  Sara said, in a
'little girl' voice.  Dale groaned as he heard those words.  He gripped
Sara's hand tight around his cock, taking longer strokes.

       "Ungh..OH...Oh, baby...maybe you better punish your naughty
pussy...go ahead...give her a spanking..."

   Sara opened her thighs and let her free arm drop from her tits to her
pussy.  Dale looked down as she spread her legs wide open, exposing her
pink pussy, bald and shiny, her huge clit standing at attention.  Sara
looked up at her Daddy and gently smacked her clit, then rubbed it, then
hit it a bit harder.

    "Bad girl...bad, bad pussy..."  She smacked and rubbed one last time.
Dale's hips were bucking and he groaned as Sara made a 'V' with two fingers
and popped her clit entirely out of it's hooded recess, letting her daddy
see it. Her hand felt tiny on his nine-inches of meat, and she gripped his
throbbing rod tightly as Dale pumped it up and down his shaft.

  Dale felt an explosion of semen pumping from his testes...electricity and
liquid fire shot through his body.  His huge penis spasmed, and a stream of
sperm arced through the air, landing across Sara's thigh.  Amazed at the
amount of semem spewing from her father's penis, Sara leaned forward for a
better look.  His second load landed on her pert B-cup breasts, inches from
her pink nipple, and immediately began oozing down towards it. A bit more
cum drooled out of her Daddy's penis, and his hips were still bucking, but
Dale's supply of sperm was tapped.  He'd lost count of how many times he'd
jerked off in the past two days, and his balls simply had nothing left to
pump.  He spasmed several more times, and his knees suddenly felt weak.  He
eased Sara's hand off of his cock and lay down on the bed.  He knew he
should say something, but he couldn't think of any words.  Finally, he
caught his breath and turned to look his daughter in the eye.

    "Thank you, baby.  You don't know how good you made me feel..."  Sara
smiled at him.

     "That was my first time, daddy.  I never made a boy cum...it was
fun...but..Daddy...I have to tell you something...and you might get mad,
but you have to listen."

    Dale looked at his daughter quizzically.  She looked like a red-haired
angel, naked and glowing, her pink nipples poking into the air.  He
couldn't imagine what she could say to make him angry right now.

     "O.K., honey," he said.  "I'll listen."

    "You've been a very bad Daddy.  You've been watching us...haven't you?"

    Dale didn't know what to say.  He was caught totally off guard.  Sara
raised an eyebrow toward the ceiling and continued.

     "You've been touching your little girls, and watching them on camera
and listening to thier conversations...haven't you, Daddy?"

     Sara almost laughed at the look on her father's face.  It was as if a
winning lottery ticket had just turned into dust right before his eyes.  He
looked up at the ceiling and back at Sara, speechless. Before he could
defend himself, the door swung open.  Allie stood there, smiling and
shaking her finger in the air.  Her other hand held Sara's laptop.  Dale
scrambled to put his penis back in his pants, and stood up.  Sara grabbed a
t-shirt and began to wipe the sperm from her body as Allie grinned at her.

    "I thought I heard something in here."  She winked at Sara.

    "Perfect timing, sissy," Sara replied.  Sara stood up and pulled on her
panties and a fresh shirt.  Dale's head was spinning.  He had to regain
control of the situation.

    "Now, girls, I think we should....."

    Allie cut him off with a stern look.

    "Zip it, Daddy.  We don't want to hear a word.  Not until you watch a
little movie with us...after that, the only word we want to hear out of
your mouth is 'Yes'. "  Allie set the laptop on Sara's desk and opened it.
A moment later, it hummed to life.  Window's Media Player filled the
screen, paused and waiting.

    "This isn't the final cut, Daddy, but let's watch some highlights."
Allie clicked the 'Play' icon, and turned the screen so that her father
could see.  It was a replay of what had just happened.  Allie narrated as
the three of them watched.

     "See, there's Sara, trying to cover herself as you open the door to
her room without knocking.  And...yep...there's you, walking in with a
boner...taking it out of your pants....pulling her arm...and wrapping her
hand around it...telling her to spank her pussy...shame on you, Daddy.  You
even called her 'naughty'."  Allie had a smirk on her face.

   Dale was dumbfounded.

    "That's not what happened," he sputtered.  "Sara, tell your sister what
happened...please..."

     "Oh, I know that's not exactly the way it happened, Daddy, but...Allie
is right....it would be awfully hard to explain.  I mean, imagine trying to
explain this video to Mom...or the police...or Jerry Springer.  Think about
it....even without this recording, it would be tough to come up with a
reason as to why you would need a camera and microphone in my room."

    It finally dawned on Dale.  He was totally at the mercy of his
daughters. He sat down, and waited for Sara to continue.

     "Now...here's what we want.  Cameras on the upstairs floor are hereby
banned.  You will turn them off and, next week, you will put the old smoke
detectors back in.  When Mom is home, everything will be just peachy...but,
when she's gone, you will do whatever we want, whenever we want..."

    Sara continued talking, and Dale continued listening.  There was
nothing he could do...Sara and Allie had beat him at his own game.  When
the girls were done watching him disconnect his computer from the cameras
and erase the files, Sara took his hand.  He looked so sad, she just had to
cheer him up a little.

    "Daddy...even though you were very bad...I still had fun tonite.  That
was the first time I ever made a boy come."  She kissed him on the cheek
and gave him a hug.  "Don't worry, Daddy.  If you play nice, so will we..."
Allie and Sara giggled and left him to ponder the meaning of her words.

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    Vicki Johnson's tits were achingly heavy.  She had gone without pumping
them this morning, knowing that she would want every drop of breast milk
tonight.  Vicki loved Sunday nights.  She tried to stop over at Jane's as
often as possible, but Sunday evenings were her 'sure thing'.

   Vicki was 19 when she met Jane.  They had gone to nursing school
together, and ended up in the same maternity ward during thier training.
Jane was already a wet nurse at the time.  She had no children at the time
but, with diet supplements and the use of a breast-pump, most any woman can
produce milk, and the eighteen year old Jane certainly had the mammaries
for it.  Jane put herself through college, using her ample bosom to earn
extra cash.
     She had invited Vicki over to her apartment one evening, and that
night was the first time that Vicki suckled Jane's breasts.  Within a few
months, Vicki was also working as wet-nurse.  Almost 20 years had passed,
and Vicki had been lactating for most of them.  Some of her breast-milk
went to hosiptals or families in need.  Tonight, though, her lover would
get the bulk of it.  Her breasts, usually a D-cup, were so swollen that she
could barely fit into her bra.

   Vicki arrived at Jane's house and walked through the door without
knocking.  She could hear the sounds of Jane's three adopted children
playing in the basement.  Vicki walked into Jane's bedroom and shut the
door behind her.  Jane came out of her bathroom wearing a robe, and her
face lit up as Vicki entered.

    "You're early," she said.  Jane leaned into Vicki's body, giving her a
lingering kiss on her full lips.  Vicki groaned as her tender breasts
pushed against Jane's huge tits.

    "My boobs are so full tonight," Vicki said, unbuttoning her shirt.
"They ache so bad."  Jane opened her robe and sat on the edge of the bed,
watching her best friend and lover undress.  The two women had strikingly
similar bodies.  While Vicki was of Filipino/White descent, Jane was of
Korean/African heritage.  Both women had light cocoa skin and dark hair.

    The most noticable feature on both women, of course, were thier
breasts.  Jane's were quite a bit larger than her friend's, she had to have
her EE-cup bras special ordered.  Both women's areolae were dark circles
that covered a 4-inch diameter area, and both had thick, wide, dark nipples
that protruded nearly an inch when fully erect.  Vicki shrugged out of her
bra.  Her breasts were leaking, her distended nipples oozing out milk.  The
women watched as a drop of liquid collected at the tip of Vicki's huge
black nipple, growing in size until it slid down the underside of her
breast.

   "Oh, honey...you should have used a pump," Jane said.  "I love it when
you're so full of milk, but you shouldn't wait until they hurt."

    "I wanted to make sure I had enough to last the whole night,
darlin'. My little titties don't hold as much as your big juggs."  Jane
gave Vicki a playful slap on her ass.

    "Let's get you out of your skirt, hon.  You are WAY overdressed," she
said.

   Vicki turned around, allowing Jane to unzip her long skirt, letting it
fall to the floor.  Jane's robe slipped off her shoulders, leaving both
women wearing just thier underwear.  Vicki turned around to face Jane,
moving slowly forward until thier breasts were lightly pressing together.
Already slick from the leaking milk, the pressure on Vicki's tits caused
more liquid to seep from her tits.  Jane's massive nipples pressed against
her's for another moment and then eased off.  Jane carefully cupped the
underside of Vicki's tits and gently pressed against the soft flesh.  Milk
cascaded from Vicki's dark teats, coating Jane's tits.  Jane continued
until Vicki stopped her.

    "Oh...thank you, baby.  I can breath again."  Vicki licked a bit of her
milk from Jane's slick breasts.  Her lips found Jane's nipple, and she
pulled it into her mouth.  After a moment, she was rewarded with a mouthful
of warm breast milk.  Jane let her lover suckle for a moment, and then
gentlely pulled Vicki's head away from her teat.  She pushed Vickie onto
the bed and, standing over her, pulled off Vickie's underwear.  Vickie's
'V' of pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and her large, red clit was already
peeking out.

    Jane spread her friend's legs wide open, leaned over and began rubbing
her nipple between Vicki's legs.  Keeping her enourmous breast steady with
both hands, she tickled Vicki's clit with her nipple.  She squeezed her
tit, sending a spray of warm milk over the throbbing nub of red flesh, then
teased it over Vicki's dark, puffy labia.  Vickie moaned, spreading her
legs wider.  Her outer pussy lips parted as Jane worked her nipple between
them.  Jane massaged her teat, her milk jetting into Vickie's hole,
dribbling out and running down her inner thighs.  Vicki's pubes were matted
down, soaked in milk, and her clit was throbbing for attention.  Jane's
nipple slid out of Vicki's pussy a moment later, and her warm toungue
replaced it.

    As Jane's mouth engulfed her wet pussy, Vicki began massaging her
breasts.  Milk squirted out, coating her hands, making her tits slick.  As
she neared orgasm, Vicki slurped one of her own distended nipples into her
mouth, sucking it and filling her mouth with warm fluid as Jane licked her
clit.  Vickie grunted, moaned and bucked her hips. Milk dribbled out of her
mouth.

    "Ungh....oh...right there, baby, right there....OH!....UNGH!"  Vicki's
hips bucked again, and fireworks exploded in her sopping wet pussy.  Jane,
knowing that her lover's clit was very sensitive when she came, removed her
mouth and sent another shower of warm milk over Vicki's pussy, heightening
the delicious, wet orgasm.

   The women lay in bed until Vicki caught her breath.  Then they roused
themselves and headed to the bathroom.  Their little fetish had a small
downside, in that the breast milk dried fairly quickly.  The women were
already feeling a bit crusty.  Jane turned on the shower, and the two
stepped under the warm water.

    "Kimmie asked about you all day, baby," said Jane as she soaped Vicki's
ripe body.  "I think she's got a crush on you."  Kimmie was Jane's oldest
daughter, a twelve year old angel with blond hair and budding breasts.

   "That's so sweet.  She's so adorable...she seems so much more innocent
than the twins.  Sometimes it's hard to believe that they're the same
ages," said Vicki.

   "You know, I caught her and a friend the other day, playing with each
other.  I don't think that Kimmie is quite as naive as you make her out to
be.  She puts on a good act for you.  As a matter of fact, I think that
Kimmie would jump your bones in a heartbeat, if I left the two of you here
alone..."

   "Really?  Then I take it her little friend was female?"

    "Oh, my little girl is going to grow up to be a dyke, just like her
mommy," said Jane, winking.  "It was a little brunette by the name of
Tiffany.  They were kissing when I walked into the room, and Tiffany's hand
was up Kimmie's shirt.  Tiffany just about died of embarrassment,
but...well, you know how Kimmie is...she just looked up at me and said,
'Mom! This is private!'.  I swear to God, Vicki, her tongue was back in
Tiffany's mouth before I could get the door shut.  When I asked her about
it later, she said that Tiffany was her secret girlfriend."

     Vicki considered this information as Jane's slick hands continued to
soap her body.  She had often wondered about her own daughters, where thier
interests lay.  Sara had never shown any interest in boys, other than the
occasional gushing over a teen pop singer or movie star.  Her thoughts
moved to Jane's daughter, and she felt a twinge of guilt as she pictured
the girl's taut, firm, pre-teen body.  She wondered how it would feel to
run her hands over the flesh of such a young woman.

    'That's disgusting, Vicki,' she thought to herself.  'Kimmie is a
child.'  But there was no doubt that the warm feeling in her pussy grew a
bit stronger each time she pictured Kimmie.  Her thoughts drifted back to
Sara again, and imagined Sara telling her that she wanted to sleep with
Jane.  Surprisingly, after thinking about it for a moment, Vicki decided
that she would be fine with it.  Jane would make a wonderful first-time
lover for Sara.

  'You don't even know if Sara is gay,' Vickie thought, chiding herself for
making assumptions about her daughter's sexual orientation.  But...if she
was....

   "A penny for your thoughts..."  Jane's soft voice whispered in her ear.

   VIcki was silent for a moment.

   "Did the kids already eat dinner?"  she finally asked.

   "Nope.  I thought we might eat together.  Is that O.K.?"

   Vicki nodded.

   "That would be nice..."

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   Daniel and Michael were glued to thier computer's monitor.  They had
kept thier word, staying downstairs while thier sisters had confronted
thier father.  Allie had deleted the video files from thier computer before
she came back downstairs...but she hadn't counted on the twins clever
back-up system.  The twins had watched the recording twice, and still
didn't know what to say.  The had never seen anything so erotic in thier
lives.  They watched again, as Sara smacked her wet, pink pussy and said
the filthiest of things to thier father.  In thier wildest dreams, they had
never expected Sara to be the focus of thier fantasies, but niether twin
could deny it.  Her performance was the most sensuous, sexual thing they'd
ever seen.  They now saw why the girls had been so guarded about thier
plan...and wondered just how far Sara would have taken their little game
the other day, if they had let her.

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  When Vicki returned home that evening, her husband was laying on the bed,
fully dressed, staring at the cieling.  He gave her a half-hearted smile as
she walked in the bedroom.

     "How'd it go, hon?" he asked.

     "Oh, same old thing.  Pumping my booby juice for crack babies and
teen-age mothers," Vicki replied.  "The glamourous life of a volunteer
wet-nurse."

    "You're such a good woman, Vick."  The words were totally out of
character for her husband, as if he'd rehearsed them.  They almost sounded
sarcastic, and Vickie looked at him carefully.  His face was dead serious,
almost as if someone had died.

    "Dale..." she said. "Is something wrong?"

     "No, not really.  Well...yeah...I miswired all of the new upstairs
smoke detectors...I'll have to re-do them." Dale was still staring at the
ceiling.

   "I told you to use the battery powered ones...they're much easier to
install."

   Dale nodded.

   "I think you're right, hon.  Maybe I'l just rehang the old ones, and see
if I can get a refund...."

    Vicki walked over to the bed and leaned over her husband, kissing his
forehead.  "I still think you deserve a reward for working so hard.  Would
you like me to cheer you up, honey?"  Vicki unzipped her skirt and let it
fall to the floor. She hooked her thumbs in her panties, but Dale reached
out and took her hand.

    "Vick...can I..."  He trailed off, stroking her wrist.  His eyes were
far away, almost watery.

    "You wanna snuggle, don't you, baby?"  she asked.  Dale nodded and
pulled her to the bed.  Vicki sat on the edge of it, stroking his hair.

    "Are you sure that you don't want to talk about it?" she asked.

     "It's probably just a mid-life crisis," Dale said, and managed a grin.
"If I'm not better by tommorow, I'll call a shrink..."

    "Don't worry, honey.  Momma will make everything o.k."  Vicki scooted
back, resting against the headbord, and Dale settled his head in her lap.
He played with the buttons on her shirt, and Vicki helped him expose one of
her black, rubbery nipples.  Stroking his hair, Vicki watched as he latched
his lips around it and closed his eyes.  As her husband nursed at her
breast, she thought, 'At heart...they're all just lost little boys.'

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Mr. Dale Johnson: Well-built man in his early forties, Irish descent,
nine-inch uncut cock with an unwavering libido.

Mrs. Vicki Johnson: Half Filipino in her late thirties, creamy cocoa skin,
D-cup breasts with freakishly large black nipples, lactates, neatly trimmed
pussy, open about sex but a bit conservative around her family

Sara Johnson: 16 years old, red hair, pale skin, B-cup breasts with small,
pink nipples, oversized clit, clean shaven pussy

Allie Johnson: 14 years old, long black hair, olive skin, C-cup breasts
with large, dark nipples, black pubic hair, bubble butt

Daniel and Michael Johnson: 12 years old, twins, 5 1/2 inch uncut cocks,
early bloomers

Jane: Vicki's lover, African/Asian descent, cocoa skin, enourmous EE
breasts, lactates

Thanks for all the encouragement, more to come!

It's shaggyzon@yahoo.com